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ghcr.io + IMAGE_NAME: ${{ github.repository }} + +jobs: + build-and-push: + runs-on: ubuntu-latest + permissions: + contents: read + packages: write + + steps: + - name: Checkout repository + uses: actions/checkout@v4 + + - name: Set up Docker Buildx + uses: docker/setup-buildx-action@v3 + + - name: Log in to Container Registry + uses: docker/login-action@v3 + with: + registry: ${{ env.REGISTRY }} + username: ${{ github.actor }} + password: ${{ secrets.GITHUB_TOKEN }} + + - name: Extract metadata + id: meta + uses: docker/metadata-action@v5 + with: + images: ${{ env.REGISTRY }}/${{ env.IMAGE_NAME }} + tags: | + type=ref,event=branch + type=sha,prefix={{branch}}- + type=semver,pattern={{version}} + type=semver,pattern={{major}}.{{minor}} + type=raw,value=latest + + - name: Build and push Docker image + uses: docker/build-push-action@v5 + with: + context: . + file: ./Dockerfile.github + push: true + tags: ${{ steps.meta.outputs.tags }} + labels: ${{ steps.meta.outputs.labels }} + build-args: | + REPO_URL=https://github.com/${{ github.repository }}.git + BRANCH=${{ github.ref_name }} diff --git a/Dockerfile b/Dockerfile index 596b6bc..d966e4c 100644 --- a/Dockerfile +++ b/Dockerfile @@ -14,7 +14,8 @@ RUN npm install --legacy-peer-deps && \ COPY . . # Build app with higher memory limit (prerendering is memory-intensive) -RUN NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=2048" npm run build +ENV NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=4096" +RUN npm run build # Runtime stage - use distroless for minimal size FROM node:22-alpine @@ -41,9 +42,8 @@ USER nodejs EXPOSE 3000 -# Health check -HEALTHCHECK --interval=30s --timeout=3s --start-period=40s --retries=3 \ - CMD node -e "require('http').get('http://localhost:3000/', (r) => {if (r.statusCode !== 200) throw new Error(r.statusCode)})" +# Set heap limit for production +ENV NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=4096" -# Start app with memory limits -CMD ["node", "--max-old-space-size=512", ".output/server/index.mjs"] +# Start app +CMD ["node", ".output/server/index.mjs"] diff --git a/Dockerfile.github b/Dockerfile.github new file mode 100644 index 0000000..69cb3bf --- /dev/null +++ b/Dockerfile.github @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +# Build stage - clone from GitHub and build +FROM node:22-alpine AS builder + +WORKDIR /app + +# Install git for cloning +RUN apk add --no-cache git + +# Clone repository (use ARG for flexibility) +ARG REPO_URL=https://github.com/your-username/your-repo.git +ARG BRANCH=main +RUN git clone --branch ${BRANCH} --depth 1 ${REPO_URL} . + +# Install dependencies +RUN npm install --legacy-peer-deps && \ + npm cache clean --force + +# Build app with sufficient memory +RUN NODE_OPTIONS="--max-old-space-size=2048" npm run build + +# Runtime stage +FROM node:22-alpine + +WORKDIR /app + +# Install git for potential runtime needs +RUN apk add --no-cache git + +# Copy package files from builder +COPY --from=builder /app/package.json /app/package-lock.json ./ + +# Install production dependencies only +RUN npm install --omit=dev --legacy-peer-deps && \ + npm cache clean --force && \ + rm -rf /root/.npm /root/.cache + +# Copy built app from builder +COPY --from=builder /app/.output ./.output + +# Create non-root user +RUN addgroup -g 1001 -S nodejs && \ + adduser -S nodejs -u 1001 +USER nodejs + +EXPOSE 3000 + +# Health check +HEALTHCHECK --interval=30s --timeout=3s --start-period=40s --retries=3 \ + CMD node -e "require('http').get('http://localhost:3000/', (r) => {if (r.statusCode !== 200) throw new Error(r.statusCode)})" + +# Start app +CMD ["node", "--max-old-space-size=512", ".output/server/index.mjs"] diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5cbbc18 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1: Awakening the SSS-Rank Class" +slug: "ch-1" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1507 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Valora Continent, East Region. + +In one of the bustling cities of the Inner Circle, Crestford City, a group of young men and women, all around fifteen years old, stood with a mix of seriousness and apprehension etched onto their faces. + +Weapons of various kinds—swords, spears, and bows with quivers of arrows—were slung across their backs as they stood facing the shimmering blue portal before them. + +Armed men and women in military attire formed a protective circle around the portal, standing guard with unwavering vigilance. + +"We're really entering a dungeon this time!" one student exclaimed, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in their voice. + +"I can't lie—I'm nervous too," another admitted, shifting uneasily. + +"Hah! Pathetic," a confident voice scoffed. "There's nothing to fear in an awakening dungeon. It's just goblins." + +"Easy for you to say," someone else muttered. "I've never fought a monster before. This will be my first real battle, and honestly... it's a little terrifying." + +"Don't overthink it," another chimed in, their tone steady and reassuring. "We've been trained for this for five years. The academy made sure we're prepared for anything the dungeon might throw at us." + +"Exactly," another agreed with a firm nod. "All we have to do is stay cautious and stick to what we've learned. We'll be fine." + +The students continued talking, their voices a mix of apprehension and determination. Some were visibly tense, gripping their weapons tightly, while others stood tall with confidence, trusting in the rigorous teachings of Horizon Academy. + +Among the students stood a striking young man, his silver-white hair flowing effortlessly, catching the light with every movement. His piercing pink eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, drawing attention even in the midst of the crowd. + +"What? Are you afraid?" Max chuckled, glancing at his trembling friend. He wore a blue shirt over a black t-shirt, with a sword strapped securely to his waist. A small bag was slung across his shoulders behind his back, and a carefully placed dagger rested within easy reach, completing his prepared yet casual appearance. + +"A little," Nevin admitted in a quiet voice, his messy black hair falling over his drooped eyes. "Even though this is a no-rank dungeon, the boss monster inside could range from level 3 to level 5. And if luck isn't on our side... we might have to face a level 5 boss." + +"Don't worry too much." Max chuckled, wrapping his hands around Nevin's neck. "It's a goblin-based dungeon, and we all know they are the weakest monsters we could find in the dungeons, so don't think too much about it." + +Nevin sighed and nodded, though the hesitation lingered on his face, clear as day + +Max shook his head with mild exasperation, seeing his best friend so scared of something as harmless as a no-rank dungeon. + +'Could he planning to...?' A dreaded thought came to his mind but he immediately shook his head. 'No, I am just overthinking this for sure. It must be the no rank dungeons.' + +No-rank dungeons, often called Awakening Dungeons, were the most basic and weakest dungeons known in the world. These places held no real danger, yet they were vital for every fifteen-year-old, as entering one was the only way to awaken their classes and begin their journey towards transcendence. + +'I wonder what class I'll awaken...' Max thought, his excitement bubbling under the surface. But suddenly, an image flashed in his mind—a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in years. + +'Big Sister... Where are you? It's been two years...' His expression shifted abruptly, the spark of delight in his eyes dimming into sorrow. + +'Are you in some kind of trouble?' he wondered, clenching his fists tightly. 'But don't worry—I'll come looking for you soon. Just let me awaken a class first.' His expression turned serious as he hardened his resolve. + +Five years ago, just before his sister awakened, their parents disappeared without a trace, leaving Max and his sister to rely on each other for everything. She had been his anchor, his guide through the storm of uncertainty. + +But two years ago, even that anchor was torn away when his sister stopped sending messages and vanished from his life. The last time he had seen her felt like a lifetime ago. + +Since then, a gnawing void had consumed him—a need to find her, to uncover the truth about their parents. Every day, that goal burned brighter in his heart, refusing to fade. + +And therefore, awakening his class had become more than a milestone to him—it was the first step toward reclaiming his family and uncovering the truth that had haunted him for years. + +"Everyone!" + +At that moment, a middle-aged man with golden hair arrived before them. He wore a black suit and black glasses in a stylish fashion. He was the dean of the Horizon Academy, Shaun Wanes. + +"Students of Horizon Academy, this is the moment you've been waiting for—the beginning of your journey, the culmination of five years of relentless effort, discipline, and determination," he declared, his voice ringing with pride and purpose. + +"You have been trained, tested, and prepared for this day. The knowledge you've gained about dungeons and their dangers is etched into your very being, so I won't waste words on what you already know," he continued, his tone turning solemn, heavy with meaning. + +"But remember this: a dungeon is an unforgiving place, where the line between glory and tragedy is razor-thin. Be vigilant, for the unknown lurks in every shadow, and the unforeseen waits for no one." + +The kids nodded, hearing the dean. Although they were slightly nervous because it was their first time going into a dungeon and fighting monsters, they knew they were all well-prepared. The nervousness was just a fleeting problem for them, which would go away as soon as they entered the dungeon. + +"Alright then, go forth and conquer the dungeon," the dean declared, pointing at the shimmering blue portal. + +"Let's go, Nevin," Max said to Nevin before heading towards the portal. Nevin nodded as he closely followed behind. + +Soon they entered the dungeon with all the students of the Horizon Academy and disappeared from the scene. + +Just as Max passed through the portal, his head swirled for a moment before he found himself standing in a narrow hall. Torches lined the walls, and a foul stench struck Max. 'Damn, this place is smelly.' + +Looking around, he found that he wasn't alone. There were six other students present beside him, but none he was familiar with. + +Just at that moment, a bright blue light appeared in his vision and a voice rang in his head. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for awakening a SSS rank class—Dimensional Keeper.] + +Max froze, his breath catching in his throat as the shimmering blue notification floated before his eyes. 'SSS rank class!' His mind reeled, the words refusing to sink in. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum as he reread the notification again and again, hoping it wasn't some cruel glitch or mistake. + +"This... this can't be real..." he whispered, his voice trembling. He felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. + +From F to SSS, the class ranks represented the spectrum of strength, potential, and power in this world. F was useless, D was average, and even an A rank was rare enough to grant someone a lifetime of admiration. But SSS? That was a rank spoken of in myths, something most people wouldn't even dare to dream about. + +Max had hoped—prayed—for something reasonable. A C rank or even a D rank would have been enough to keep his hopes alive. But this? This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. + +He stumbled back, his legs shaky, and clutched his hands together, his fingers trembling. His mind spiraled as the implications began to sink in. + +"SSS rank... I'm at the absolute peak of potential... in the entire world." He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles whitening as a surge of exhilaration and disbelief coursed through him. + +For someone who had always prepared for mediocrity, the realization hit like a tidal wave. A class this rare meant more than strength—it meant destiny. It meant every gate that had been locked before him was now wide open. His path wasn't just cleared; it was golden, blinding, endless. + +A nervous laugh bubbled up in his throat, spilling into the silence. "How... how did this happen to me?" + +His shock melted into a trembling grin as the gravity of his fortune overwhelmed him. For the first time in his life, Max felt like the world wasn't just indifferent to him—it had chosen him. It had handed him the keys to something extraordinary. + +'I was always taught to be content with what I had, to find happiness in whatever life gave me. But this... this changes everything,' Max thought, his fists clenching with newfound resolve. 'With a SSS rank class, settling for anything less than the very best would be a disgrace—to myself, and to the potential this class represents. I can't waste this gift. I won't.' \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-10.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-10.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..690e8c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-10.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 10: Nevin Crowley" +slug: "ch-10" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 10 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1389 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Only he wasn't seen?" Max frowned, a knot of concern tightening in his chest. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong—something had happened to him. + +William, Zixi, and Henry knew exactly who Nevin was to Max, but none of them offered words of consolation. They understood the harsh reality of dungeon life—death could come for anyone, regardless of their bonds or status. + +Max took a deep breath and sighed before turning to William, Zixi and Henry. "Let's clean this battlefield up and enter this building. I believe this building is the way to the boss room in the dungeon." + +They nodded and asked everyone to collected all the cores from the battlefield. + +After that some cores were distributed to the students who fought desperately against these goblins while some were held by the trio themselves. They also gave a portion of the cores to Max along with the items came dropped from the goblins. + +"I suggest we increase our level to level 3 before heading into that structure." Zixi said to Max and William. + +"Sure." Max agreed with her before turning to look at all the students gathered around them. + +Turning to Zixi, he said solemnly. "I am sure not everyone is needed into the boss room so asked them not to follow us into the building when we are going inside otherwise if they die we couldn't be held responsible for their lives." + +Zixi nodded. She had already planned to do that. + +"Good. I am going to level up." Max said smiling and requested. "Please, can you make it so that no one follows me there even William and Henry." + +Zixi frowned at the sudden request but she nodded nonetheless. + +Max smiled and went away from the gathering of students and arrived somewhere far away in an isolated place. + +Looking around for one last time and finding no one around him, Max sat down and took out all the cores he had gotten after killing the goblins just now. + +"Most of them were level 2 cores while five of them were level 3 cores." He checked the cores and began absorbing them one by one in the hopes of getting to level 3. + +But as fate would have it even after he absorbed all the level 2 cores and the five level 3 cores, he didn't level up to level 3. + +"Well, I have already knew I wouldn't level up but seeing it turn into reality is cruel." Max sighed and stood up. + +He looked into the cloudless green sky and felt a complicated emotion in his heart. + +"You can come out now." He said lightly. + +But nothing happened. + +"I know you have been keeping an eye on me since I met with William and the others so there is no point hiding now." Max said looking towards a certain direction. "I know it's Nevin. Come out now." + +Again nothing seemed to happen and most importantly nobody came out. + +Seeing that Max sighed and fired a magic bullet towards where he was looking. + +Just as the bullet was about to reach that point a figure came out of nowhere and stood before Max. + +"How did you know it was me?" Nevin asked with a faint smile, his messy black hair shifting in the wind. His usually drooped eyes seemed darker, almost lifeless. + +Max gazed at him, disappointment etched on his face. "I've known from the very beginning. Your timing was too perfect—you appeared just when I lost contact with my sister two years ago. That kind of coincidence is hard to ignore. But back then, I wasn't completely sure." + +Nevin's expression darkened, his smile fading. "Then why didn't you question me?" he demanded, his voice rising with every word. "Why did you let me become your best friend? Why did you treat me like a brother? Was everything between us just a joke to you? A game?" + +"Haha, a game?" Max's laugh was dry, almost hollow. "You tell me, Nevin. Was it all a lie from the very beginning? What was your motive? Why did you want to get close to me? And most importantly, are you somehow tied to my sister's disappearance?" His voice carried a biting chill as he stared Nevin down. + +Nevin lowered his head, clenching his fists. + +When he spoke, his voice was a mix of anger and despair. "Why?" he hissed. "Why, even after knowing I'm an assassin, did you treat me like a brother? Like a best friend? Why?" + +Max looked at him, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to Nevin's rage. "Because I wasn't sure," he admitted. "I didn't know if you truly meant me harm. So I let you do as you pleased. Before I realized it, we became friends. Then best friends. And then... brothers." + +Max's gaze softened, his voice tinged with melancholy. "When you started coming over to my house, it filled a void I didn't even realize I had. The loneliness of living alone... it disappeared. I treasured those nights we stayed up playing games, sometimes all night in VR. Those were some of the best days of my life." + +Nevin's teeth clenched as he tried to process Max's words. "Lie! Everything you say is a lie! You never trusted me, did you?" He spat bitterly. "Was it all just an act? Did you ever truly think of me as your brother?" + +Max didn't answer immediately. His silence was louder than words. + +"What?" Nevin's voice cracked. "Say something! Tell me the truth before I end this farce!" His eyes burned red with fury. + +Max sighed deeply, his expression clouded with conflicted emotions. "It's... complicated," he said, his voice tinged with the weight of the past two years. "In the beginning, I let you do as you pleased because it was clear you wanted to be my friend. I didn't see the harm in it—or at least, I hoped there wasn't any. But there was always a part of me that couldn't ignore the timing of your appearance, the circumstances. Therefore I decided to follow the phrase, 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.'" + +He paused, his gaze distant as if replaying the memories. "I thought if I kept you close, I could watch you. That over time, I'd understand your true intentions. Whether you were really a threat... or someone I could trust." + +Max sighed when he reached this point. "But in doing that, I let things grow complicated. Too complicated." + +"So it's true." Nevin's laugh was bitter and hollow. "You never considered me your brother. It was all a lie." + +"No," Max said firmly, shaking his head. "That's not true. Everything we shared—the laughter, the games, the camaraderie—it was all real. I did see you as my brother. I did care for you. But..." + +"But what?" Nevin interrupted with rage. + +"But I never trusted you," Max said coldly. + +Nevin's face twisted in pain and anger. + +"I was always cautious," Max continued, unflinching. "Always prepared for a knife in the back. At the academy, I felt safer, but when you stayed over at my house... I couldn't sleep. I spent every night awake, terrified that you'd attack me in my sleep. That is how you staying at my house became both cherished memories as well as a living nightmare for me." + +"That's why you always insisted we spend the whole night in VR," Nevin muttered, the realization hitting him like a blow. "You couldn't trust me enough to sleep."𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +"You left me no choice," Max replied, his tone even. "If I confronted you and you were caught, whoever sent you might send someone worse—a real hunter—to deal with me. And if I was wrong, if you weren't an assassin... I'd lose my brother and my friend. I couldn't risk either. So, I waited." + +Nevin gritted his teeth, his emotions a storm threatening to break free. "You were scared of me," he said bitterly. "You kept me close out of fear, not trust. That's what our friendship was built on?" + +Max's voice softened, though his gaze remained steady. "It was built on more than that, Nevin. It was built on hope. Hope that I was wrong about you. Hope that you'd prove me wrong." + +For a moment, silence fell between them, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions but it was soon broken by Nevin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-100.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-100.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2090186 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-100.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 100: Battle to Rescue - 1" +slug: "ch-100" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 100 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1333 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Why are they after Alice?" Max’s mind raced as he flew toward the Rune Tower. The question gnawed at him, his thoughts spiraling in a whirlwind of confusion and dread. + +He couldn’t fathom the exact reason the Monarch had targeted Alice, but if he had to guess, it had to be connected to his sister. + +She had betrayed the Phoenix Order guild for reasons still shrouded in mystery. Now, with the young woman with green hair so adamantly blaming him for Alice’s kidnapping, Max felt a chilling certainty settle over him—his sister had done something deeply unfavorable to the Phoenix Order guild. + +Her actions, whatever they were, must have triggered this chain of events, dragging Alice into the crossfire. + +’I just hope I’m not late,’ he thought desperately, increasing his flying speed toward the Rune Tower. + +He guessed they hadn’t gone far from there, and if anyone were to come for her, there would definitely be some sort of disturbance in the area. + +Therefore, as long as he reached that region, he would know her location. But it would all be for naught if he were too late. + +However, Max hadn’t gone far when he sensed three figures flying toward him using his Three Dimensional Body skill. They were Allen and the duo of brother and sister with green hair. + +Max ignored them, increasing the speed of his Float, Wind Float, and Sky Float skills, distancing himself from them. + +But just at that moment, a silver sword came flying toward him. + +Max saw the sword with his Three Dimensional Body skill. "Damn, Allen!" he cursed, using his Magic Sword Barrage skill. A sword with a blue glow appeared beside him. + +Seeing the silver sword about to hit him, Max used his blue sword to intercept it, sending it flying away. + +"Max, I’ve told you! There will be revenge for what you did in the Battle Realm!" Allen’s shout reached Max’s ears. + +Max turned his head and saw Allen and the duo had caught up, now just behind him. ’They’re fast,’ he thought, focusing on Allen. + +"Why don’t you just admit that the green-haired lady must have offered you another deal?" Max taunted, his voice reaching Allen and the duo. "Let me guess—if you help her capture me, she promised you something, right?" + +But no reply came after his words, causing Max to turn his head. It was then that he saw the ugly face of Allen, staring at him with hatred and anger. + +"What? Don’t tell me I’m correct?" Max laughed wildly at Allen. He had just joked about the matter to anger him, but who would have thought he’d hit the nail on the head? + +"I will kill you!" Allen shouted, his voice filled with rage. He conjured ten silver swords and sent them flying toward Max. + +Discover more stories at freewebnovel + +Max sneered as he used his Three Dimensional Body skill to dodge all ten swords, flying in a zigzag pattern—sometimes straight, sometimes curved—but dodging every sword. + +"You’ll never catch me," Max laughed as he flew off, not caring for them. His only goal was to find Alice. He didn’t have time for them, otherwise, he’d love to try his hand against Allen and the duo from the Monarch. + +"Coward!" Allen barked from behind, trying to provoke Max into fighting, but Max ignored him completely. + +’I guess combining the max speed of Float, Wind Float, and Sky Float is way faster than I expected,’ Max mused, seeing how Allen and the duo from the Monarch couldn’t catch up with him after all this time. + +Just like that, Max flew toward the Rune Tower, with Allen and the duo from the Monarch on his tail. + +Along the way, Allen tried many ways to provoke Max into fighting, but Max didn’t even glance at him. He flew as if no one was tailing him, completely ignoring whatever was happening behind him. + +After some time, Max arrived near the Rune Tower and looked around while flying continuously. + +Bang! + +Just then, he heard the sound of battle coming from somewhere near the Rune Tower. + +’Alice!’ Without wasting any time, he flew toward the sound and arrived at the scene. But what he saw stunned him to his core. + +An entire chunk of streets, buildings, houses, bars, and more had disappeared, replaced by a deep, pitch-black crater. + +In the crater, he saw various figures—some were familiar, while some weren’t. + +But what he saw caused the blood inside his body to boil, and rage clouded his eyes. + +He saw Alice, held captive inside a red cube. She had her eyes closed, her face pale, and her expression weak. + +Seeing her like that, rage built up inside Max. ’No, this isn’t the place to get angry,’ he forced himself to calm down and quickly assessed the situation. + +’I need a plan,’ Max thought as his Three Dimensional Body detected Allen and the duo from the Monarch. ’They’ll catch up in a minute or two.’ + +Aware of their approach, Max quietly backed away from the scene and hid on the roof of a building far from the crater, observing the situation. + +At the top of the cube where Alice was held captive, a woman with deep red hair sat with a grin on her face. ’Is this the woman controlling the cube?’ Max wondered as he continued observing. + +Beside the cube stood the person he had fought not long ago—Five. He was still wearing his cloak, and like last time, his face couldn’t be seen. + +Next to him stood another man with messy black hair and eyes as dark as the abyss. He stood casually with a carefree smile on his face, but after seeing him, Max felt an aura far stronger than what he had felt from Five when he released his level 3 Sword Aura. + +Moreover, despite appearing young—around 20 or so—this man’s strength was clearly at level 9 of Adept Rank. + +’Who is he?’ Max thought, his expression grim. + +They were surrounded by a group of generals from the Union Vanguard and some guild members from the Phoenix Order guild. There were also Lily, Erica and even Elena seemed to be on their side. + +Some sort of argument was happening between Anton and the messy-haired man, but since Max was a little far, he couldn’t hear it. + +’If they were within the range of my Three Dimensional Body, I’d be able to hear everything,’ Max thought, noticing that Allen and the duo from the Monarch had arrived behind him. + +"What? Scared to reveal yourself?" Allen mocked, seeing Max hiding instead of joining the battlefield. + +Max gritted his teeth and said, "It’s none of your business." + +Allen smiled calmly, looking back at the crater and Alice in the red cube, then at Max. "Ah, I see. You’re afraid they’ll capture you too, so you’re hiding up here?" + +"Well, no matter. Let’s capture him fast," the young woman said eagerly, her expression turning strange. "I believe his earlier rise in strength was just a fluke. Nobody could be that strong at level 3 of Apprentice Rank and fight someone in the late stages of Adept Rank. That’s impossible." + +She added, "Either he used some kind of treasure, or it’s some skill from his class, so we don’t need to worry about his strength increasing. Such an increase in strength wouldn’t be possible multiple times." + +Allen frowned, his expression clouded with doubt. "You’re right. He’s strong for someone in his rank, but fighting someone in the Adept Rank at Apprentice Rank is just crazy. But let me test the waters first." + +Five silver swords formed in the air around him as he launched them toward Max. + +Gritting his teeth, Max used the Omni Guard skill, and a green sphere of force field enveloped him. + +The five swords collided with the sphere, releasing sparks, but they couldn’t break the protective barrier. + +"Tch." Clicking his tongue in frustration, Allen conjured another fifteen swords around him and sent them flying toward Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1000.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1000.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ef7187 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1000.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 994: Going for KILL!" +slug: "ch-1000" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1000 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1022 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Tear me apart?" Max’s voice dripped with mockery, his faint smile sharpening into something cruel. His figure blurred with a flicker of lightning and space distortion, reappearing directly in front of Moro before the demon could even blink. + +Max’s hand shot forward, gripping Moro’s long black hair tightly in his scaled fist. He yanked the demon’s head back, forcing him to meet his cold, merciless eyes. + +"You don’t understand the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?" Max said quietly, his voice calm yet laced with a terrifying edge. + +Bang! + +Max’s fist drove into Moro’s face, a shockwave bursting outward from the impact. The air rippled violently, stone beneath them cracking apart. Moro’s head snapped back from the blow, his body flung like a doll—but when he steadied himself mid-air, blood only dripped faintly from his lip, his face marred with nothing more than bruises. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, surprise flickering in them. "Damn... you really are built for taking a beating, aren’t you?" His tone was half scornful, half genuinely impressed. "That was my full physical strength, and yet... you’re still intact." + +He exhaled, his faint smile returning, colder this time. "I guess it’s time to stop playing around." + +With a flick of his arm, he tossed Moro’s body aside like discarded trash. Lightning flared faintly as Max extended his right hand, and in it appeared the Blue Dragon Sword, its blade humming with sharp intent. + +The world seemed to darken as his aura surged. Around his body, the 3rd level Concept of Severing Sword roared to life, the sheer sharpness so intense it seemed to slice the very air with every flicker. Sparks of lightning burst forth, coiling around him like serpents. + +Max’s eyes locked onto Moro, his voice ringing out like thunder. + +"First Form of Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword!" + +The sword erupted with dazzling power. The 3rd level Concept of Lightning intertwined with the 3rd level Concept of Severing, fusing together into a storm of destruction. When Max slashed, the strike was no mere sword arc—it was a tearing rift of pure lightning, sharp enough to sever essence, blazing enough to illuminate the entire hidden city. + +The slash ripped forward, aimed directly at Moro. + +"No!" Moro screamed, terror flooding his crimson eyes. Darkness surged desperately from his body, condensing into a massive shield of writhing shadows. The 3rd level Concept of Darkness twisted into a dome of solid black, trembling violently as he poured every ounce of his energy into it. + +But it wasn’t enough. + +Shhhhk! + +The lightning slash crashed into the shield. The severing intent bit deep, shredding the darkness apart like paper. Cracks spiderwebbed across the dome before it shattered completely, the remnants of shadow dissolving into the air. The sword slash pressed onward, merciless, descending straight toward Moro’s chest. + +"Master Ballion, save me!" Moro’s roar of despair tore through the battlefield, his pride utterly crushed, his body trembling under the certainty of death. + +A cold voice answered him. + +"Useless." + +In the next instant, Ballion’s figure appeared directly in front of Moro. His hand raised lazily, cloaked in a roiling sea of darkness. His 4th level Concept of Darkness surged forth like a black tide, devouring the air around it. + +Boom! + +With a casual wave, Ballion’s darkness swallowed Max’s lightning-slash whole. The mighty strike that had torn through Moro’s defenses effortlessly vanished, consumed into nothingness as though it had never existed. + +The ground beneath them cracked, the air trembled, but Ballion stood unfazed, his crimson eyes locked on Max. + +"I can’t let you kill him," Ballion said, his voice steady, his gaze deep as abyssal night. His presence pressed down like a mountain, a reminder that he was no ordinary foe. + +Max’s faint smile twisted into a sneer as he teleported back to President William’s side, his body flickering with arcs of lightning and space distortion. His sword lowered slightly, but the murderous intent in his eyes sharpened like a blade. + +"Do you really think you can protect someone I want to kill?" Max’s voice was low, cold, dripping with contempt. + +At that moment, his aura surged. The 3rd level Concept of Flames burst to life around him, causing his body to ignite with a terrifying black flames. + +Moro’s eyes widened in terror as he suddenly felt the same flames licking at his own body. He looked down—black fire was already devouring his chest. + +"Black flames?!" Moro shouted in panic, his aura exploding outward. His 3rd level Concept of Darkness surged to life, shadows wrapping tightly around his body as he tried to snuff out the fire. But the moment his darkness touched the black flames, something horrifying happened. + +The flames didn’t vanish. + +They fed on the darkness. + +His shadows dissolved like dry leaves in acid, fueling the flames until they blazed hotter, fiercer, spreading faster across his body. And if one looked carefully, faint streaks of purple fire flickered between the black tongues of flame, pulsing ominously as if another, deeper power lay hidden within. + +"No! NO!" Moro screamed, slapping at his chest in panic, summoning more and more darkness, only to see it devoured instantly. The more he resisted, the faster the flames spread. His arms, his legs, his torso—every inch of his body began to blaze. + +In moments, Moro was engulfed in an inferno. + +"Master Ballion! HELP ME!" Moro’s voice cracked, filled with unbridled fear. The arrogance, the pride, the cruelty—gone. What remained was raw desperation as his body turned into a living torch. + +Ballion’s crimson eyes darkened, his expression twisting in frustration. Just a moment ago, he had spoken with cold certainty: "I can’t let you kill him." And now this human—this boy—was defying him, right in front of his face, burning Moro alive with flames he couldn’t comprehend. + +’This human...’ Ballion’s frown deepened as his aura surged. He moved quickly, summoning his 4th level Concept of Darkness. A tidal wave of shadows enveloped Moro, wrapping him in a dome of pure abyssal energy. + +The ground cracked beneath the pressure as the darkness crushed down, aiming to smother the black flames completely. + +But when the smoke cleared, Ballion’s eyes widened. + +The flames burned brighter. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1001.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1001.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..37535e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1001.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 995: Battle between Divine Rank experts" +slug: "ch-1001" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1001 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The darkness hadn’t extinguished them. It hadn’t even slowed them. His concept—his proud, perfected 4th level darkness—was ignored as though it were nothing. The black and purple flames consumed the shadows hungrily, feasting on them and growing even stronger. + +Moro shrieked, his voice raw, desperate, animalistic. "MASTER BALLION! HELP ME!" + +Ballion’s face twisted. He tried again, pouring more power into his darkness, wrapping layers upon layers around Moro’s form. But the result was the same—every strand of darkness dissolved instantly, feeding the inferno until Moro’s figure was nothing but a blazing silhouette. + +"No... this is impossible..." Ballion muttered, his crimson eyes widening in shock. "My concept... can’t put it out?!" He forced more darkness forward, frantic now. Again. And again. But each attempt failed. The flames ignored him utterly, as if his power didn’t even exist. + +"AGGGHHHHH!" Moro’s screams tore through the battlefield, high-pitched and pitiful. His body thrashed violently, his demonic aura collapsing as the flames devoured him. Skin blackened, muscles tore apart, his horns cracked and crumbled. + +The stench of burning flesh filled the air. + +Finally, with one last scream, guttural and broken like a pig being butchered, Moro’s entire body collapsed into ash. His cries ended abruptly as the black-and-purple flames consumed every last trace of him, leaving nothing behind—not flesh, not bone, not even a shadow. Only silence. + +The hidden city stood frozen. + +A demon genius, a proud child of the abyss, had been burned to nothing in front of their eyes. And worse—the flames that killed him had defied even Ballion’s power. + +Max lowered his hand slowly, black flames still flickering around his scales, his faint smile cold and merciless. His eyes locked on Ballion’s crimson gaze. + +"Protect him?" Max sneered, his voice quiet but cutting. "Looks like you couldn’t." + +But inside, his mind churned violently. ’Those purple flames... Ashes of Insight devoured Moro’s memories while I burned him. What I saw...’ His stomach twisted. The knowledge he had torn from Moro’s dying soul left him rattled. The demons’ true intentions, their ties to the Ascendants, the object they sought in Acaris—it was darker than anything he had imagined. + +Ballion’s crimson eyes locked onto him. His face appeared calm, almost expressionless, but the fury burning within was unmistakable. His voice rumbled low, like thunder before the storm. + +"You really shouldn’t have killed Moro. He was my only disciple." + +Max only shrugged, the faint smile never leaving his face. "What can I say? He was a demon. I’m a human. I had to kill him." He leaned forward slightly, sneering. "Besides, that piece of shit was too weak. It’s his fault he died." + +The taunt landed like a blade in the chest. Ballion’s façade cracked, his calm composure twisting into pure rage. + +BOOM! + +All around him, the 4th level Concept of Darkness exploded outward, enveloping him like an endless abyss. His aura spread like a tide of midnight, swallowing light, devouring air, smothering sound. The city itself seemed to fall silent under its suffocating weight. + +President William immediately reacted. With a wave of his hand, his 4th level Concept of War surged, pushing Max away. A barrier of pure battle intent swept him toward Elder Liam’s side. + +"Stay back, Max," William said, his tone grave. His eyes narrowed, locking on Ballion. "This is my battle." + +Max skidded to a halt beside Liam. His fists clenched as his instincts screamed to stay, but he knew—William stood on a level of battle no one else here could match. + +--- + +Ballion’s body rippled as tendrils of darkness wrapped around his limbs, condensing into black, armor-like constructs. His muscles swelled, enhanced by shadows, his claws lengthening into blades sharper than steel. Each step he took cracked the ground beneath him. + +He vanished into the darkness and reappeared before William, his clawed hand slashing down. + +Slash!𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +A blade of condensed darkness, sharper than the sharpest sword, tore through the air. But William didn’t flinch. His body glowed faintly with golden runes as his War Concept roared around him. He raised his arm, catching the strike with his bare forearm. + +BOOM! + +The ground erupted beneath them, but William stood firm. His fist cocked back. + +Bang! + +His punch slammed into Ballion’s chest, sending the demon skidding backward. But Ballion twisted, anchoring himself midair, his black aura boiling. + +Dozens of spears made of pure darkness erupted around him, their tips gleaming like fangs. With a roar, he hurled them all at William. + +The air screamed. + +But William didn’t falter. His legs bent, his aura coiled, and then he kicked upward. His shin met the first spear, shattering it. His fists blurred, his body spinning, each motion flowing into the next. He used nothing but his body—legs, fists, shoulders, even his knees—to smash through every spear of darkness. Each strike roared with War Intent, each blow carrying the weight of countless battlefields. + +Ballion snarled. He condensed his darkness into whips, lashing them outward, splitting into dozens of serpents of shadow that coiled around William. But William simply tore them apart with brute strength, his body blazing with golden light. + +The fight raged across the city. Ballion darkened the skies, manifesting giant constructs—a colossus of shadow wielding a great hammer, chains of darkness that rattled like ancient prisons, even spikes erupting from the earth. Each construct bore the power of the 4th level Concept of Darkness, bending reality around them. + +But William met them all with his body alone. His fists shattered the hammer. His legs broke the chains. His shoulders smashed through the spikes. Every movement he made was raw, primal battle—every strike honed by a concept that glorified conflict itself. + +The clash between the two shook the world. + +’This...!’ Max was shocked. He never seen Divine Rank experts fought before and so everything he was seeing right was a great experience for him. + +Ballion’s fury only grew. Darkness surged around his body again, hardening into plates of black armor. His arms bulged, empowered further by shadow as his claws became monstrous, jagged scythes. He blurred forward, slashing at William in a relentless barrage—dozens of strikes per second, each one powerful enough to bisect a mountain. + +William met him blow for blow. Fists, elbows, knees—his body moved like an unstoppable storm, tearing apart the darkness with raw strength. Each impact rang out like thunder, shaking the city to its core. Golden war intent burst with every strike, clashing against the abyssal darkness in showers of sparks that illuminated the battlefield like falling stars. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1002.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1002.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7538352 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1002.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 996: Five Forms of War" +slug: "ch-1002" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1002 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The ground beneath them had long since collapsed, replaced by a crater large enough to swallow a city block. Shockwaves rolled outward with every clash, toppling walls, leveling towers, and blasting debris into the air like meteors. + +At one point, Ballion leapt back and raised his arms, summoning an ocean of darkness above his head. The tide poured down like a black tsunami, threatening to drown the entire city. + +William only smirked grimly. Planting his feet, he punched upward once. Just once. + +BOOOOM! + +The golden war aura exploded from his fist, piercing the ocean of darkness like a spear of sunlight, tearing a hole straight through it. The tide split apart, dissipating into nothing but smoke. + +Ballion stared in disbelief as William landed, dust rising around him. His war aura blazed brighter than ever, the raw intent of conflict shattering everything in its path. + +Every attack Ballion unleashed—constructs, waves, chains, claws, even his enhanced body—was met and torn apart by William’s fists and legs alone. It wasn’t just power; it was mastery. Each strike carried the accumulated experience of countless battles, the will of war itself embodied in flesh. + +The city shook. The earth split. Shadows and light devoured each other in a ceaseless storm. + +And for the first time in centuries, Ballion—the Demon Master—was forced onto the back foot. + +The battlefield was a ruin of shattered stone and broken towers. The hidden city itself groaned as if it could no longer bear the clash between President William and Master Ballion. The two titans stood apart now, dust and ash swirling between them, golden war intent clashing endlessly with abyssal darkness. + +Ballion’s chest heaved. His armor of shadow flickered faintly, cracks showing where William’s fists had struck him again and again. Never before had he been pressed like this by a human. His crimson eyes narrowed, and for the first time, the sneer on his face slipped into something colder, sharper. + +"You... are stronger than I imagined." His voice echoed like rolling thunder, deep and resonant. "I did not think a human could force me this far but just so you know I am the weakest of the weakest Demon Master among the demons. If defeating me makes you use your full strength, then I feel pity for your human race." + +William’s expression didn’t change. His aura surged higher, golden light radiating from his body. "Your words don’t matter, demon. You’ll fall here like the rest of your kind." + +Ballion’s lips curved into a grim smile, fangs flashing. "Then you leave me no choice." + +He spread his arms wide, his darkness roaring higher than ever before. The shadows around him condensed, trembling as if struggling to contain the sheer force within. The air thickened, heavy and suffocating, crushing weaker beings to their knees. + +Even Elder Liam and Elder Owen staggered backward, their faces pale as they felt the overwhelming surge. + +"I did not think..." Ballion’s voice grew louder, reverberating through the ruined city. "...that I would need to use this move against a mere human." + +His body expanded as the darkness wrapped tighter around him, not as armor, but as essence—shaping into a grotesque, towering form. His horns lengthened, twisting upward like jagged blades. His claws glistened sharper than obsidian, dripping with condensed shadow. His skin glowed with faint, runic etchings, ancient demonic marks pulsing with otherworldly light. + +Above him, the darkness twisted into a colossal vortex, a black sun radiating malice and despair. From it, countless tendrils lashed down like spears, writhing and coiling as if alive. The city trembled as the vortex expanded, threatening to swallow everything. + +"This technique was meant only for gods and kings..." Ballion’s roar shook the heavens themselves. "Abyssal Eclipse!" + +The black sun flared, and from it poured rivers of pure darkness. Blades, chains, whips, and monstrous claws all surged downward, merging into a tidal wave of annihilation. The sky itself seemed consumed, the horizon gone, replaced by endless black. + +Even the Black Lotus Guild elders cried out, shielding themselves. The oppressive power was suffocating, too much even for most Divine Ranks to withstand. + +But William didn’t flinch. + +His golden aura burned brighter, standing tall against the abyss. His fists clenched, the runes of war blazing along his arms. His voice was steady, filled with the will of a man who had never bent to fear. + +"So, you finally show me your strongest move." William’s eyes hardened, like a warrior who had seen countless battlefields and never once yielded. "Then let me answer you... with mine." + +He lowered his stance, war intent crackling violently around him. His body became a sun of golden battle force, ready to unleash the Five Forms of War. + +William stepped forward, every motion radiating boundless war intent. His fists glowed brighter, and with a roar he declared: + +"Five Forms of War—The Divine Beasts! - First Form – Fist of the Azure Dragon!" + +William’s right fist shot forward, wrapped in golden aura that twisted into the majestic outline of an enormous azure dragon. Its roar shook the heavens as it coiled around his arm and tore into the darkness. The dragon’s maw clamped onto one of the massive shadow chains, ripping it apart before devouring a portion of the abyssal tide. + +Ballion growled but thrust out his claw, condensing his 4th level Darkness Concept into a blade-like slash. The clash split the sky. The dragon shattered, but so too did Ballion’s claw. + +The city buckled beneath the impact. + +"Second Form – Fist of the White Tiger!" + +William’s left fist followed, golden war intent twisting into the form of a ferocious white tiger. Its stripes burned with lightning-like radiance, its claws extended as it pounced forward. With a deafening roar, it ripped through the descending spears of darkness, scattering them like broken glass. + +Ballion bellowed, stomping the ground. A shadow avatar surged behind him, forming a monstrous beast of darkness with jagged fangs. It clashed with the tiger, ripping at its golden aura. The two beasts devoured each other, darkness and light annihilating in a storm of sparks. + +Still, William pressed forward. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1003.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1003.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b771900 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1003.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 997: Conclusion" +slug: "ch-1003" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1003 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Third Form – Fist of the Vermilion Bird!" + +William spun, his body igniting with blazing war intent. His fist launched upward, cloaked in fire that birthed a vermilion bird of immense wingspan. The bird screamed as it soared through the sky, wings ablaze, slicing through the abyss above. + +The Vermilion Bird slammed into the Abyssal Eclipse itself, burning away a chunk of the swirling black sun. The flames illuminated the ruined city for the first time since Ballion had darkened it. + +But Ballion roared in defiance, his claws condensing into a spear of pure abyssal energy. He hurled it through the bird’s chest, scattering its flames. Though diminished, the Abyssal Eclipse endured. + +"Fourth Form – Fist of the Black Tortoise!" + +William’s stance shifted lower, his aura thickening like iron. When he punched forward this time, a massive black tortoise manifested, its shell shimmering with unbreakable light. Water surged around it like tidal waves, reinforcing the shell as it charged through Ballion’s abyssal tide. + +Ballion’s eyes narrowed. "You think your turtle will save you?!" He condensed his darkness into a colossal hammer and swung it down with earth-shattering force. + +BOOOOM! + +The tortoise’s shell cracked but did not shatter. The hammer dissolved into fragments of shadow. William’s punch carried through, slamming into Ballion’s chest directly, sending the demon skidding backward, his armor of darkness fracturing. + +Ballion coughed blood, rage boiling in his crimson eyes. For the first time, his stance faltered. + +"Fifth Form – Fist of the War God!" + +The golden war aura around William condensed into pure brilliance, so bright it forced even demons and Direkins to shield their eyes. His fist rose slowly, gathering every ounce of intent, every battlefield, every scar of conflict he had ever endured. + +Behind him, for a heartbeat, all four divine beasts shimmered together, coiling into his arm—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—all merging into a single colossal figure. + +And then that figure transformed, becoming something greater. + +A colossal War God silhouette rose behind William, towering into the sky, its fists clenched like the heavens themselves were bracing for impact. + +"War God’s Judgment!" William roared as he brought his fist down. + +The punch split the air, reality itself distorting under its weight. The shadow tide was torn apart instantly. The Abyssal Eclipse cracked like fragile glass. Ballion’s darkness screamed, writhing as the fist bore down on him. + +Ballion’s eyes widened in true fear. He tried to muster every last ounce of his abyssal power, his body swelling, his claws lashing desperately. Darkness surged in torrents, forming layers upon layers of barriers.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +But they broke. + +One. + +Two. + +Three. + +Every defense shattered beneath the unstoppable advance of the War God’s Fist. Ballion was forced to his knees, blood streaming from his mouth, his body cracking under the pressure. + +"No... impossible!" he roared, his voice breaking. + +The War God’s fist descended further, its golden brilliance drowning the entire city in light. + +And then— + +Fwoooooooom! + +A blinding beam of golden light pierced the heavens, descending faster than thought. It enveloped Ballion’s body just as the War God’s Fist was about to strike him directly. + +In an instant, Ballion’s figure was consumed, pulled upward into the sky, vanishing within the divine radiance. + +The War God’s Fist struck the ground instead, shaking the entire city into ruin, leveling what remained of the hidden structures. + +When the dust settled, Ballion was gone. Only silence, rubble, and the echo of William’s strike remained. + +"What was that golden light?" Max asked aloud, his eyes narrowing as his Three Dimensional Body swept through every corner of the city. He turned toward Thunder Lord Xander and Tower Lord Mathew, intent on questioning them—only to freeze. + +They were gone too. + +Not a trace remained. His Three Dimensional Body scoured deeper, searching for footprints, aura remnants, even the faintest distortion in space—but there was nothing. Their existences had been erased from the battlefield as though they had never been there. + +Max’s jaw tightened. "They vanished... completely." + +President William’s aura slowly receded, the overwhelming weight of his War Concept dimming until only a faint golden glow remained. His chest rose and fell heavily, but his eyes remained calm and calculating. He looked at Max with deep solemnity. + +"If I am not wrong," William said, his tone heavy, "a teleportation has been used from a place very far from here. The golden light was no mere rescue. It was a spatial transfer, one powerful enough to locate them, lock onto their positions, and whisk them away instantly." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. "That level of teleportation...?" + +William’s expression darkened further as he shook his head. "I did not know such a level of teleportation rune still existed in our world. To pinpoint exact locations across vast distances without any prior coordinates... that technology was lost in the great war ten thousand years ago." + +His voice dropped lower, grave. "And yet... someone just used it." + +A silence fell over the ruined city, the weight of his words pressing heavier than the rubble around them. + +Max’s fists clenched at his sides. "President William," he said firmly, his tone almost urgent. "I have information about the demons." + +His mind raced with what he had pulled from Moro’s memories with the Ashes of Insight. If what he saw was true, then the demons’ plans were far worse than anyone imagined. He couldn’t hold it in. He had to let William know. + +But William raised a hand. His voice was steady, absolute. "That can wait." + +His gaze shifted to Elder Liam, who stood not far away. "Liam, see if you can gather their memories using the Memory Crystals. Every Direkin, every fallen one—no matter how broken. I want their last thoughts, their last visions extracted. Also, assemble a team immediately to map the entire layout of this city. Every rune, every hidden path, every underground chamber. Leave nothing unchecked. I want everything on my desk within two days." + +"Yes, President." Elder Liam bowed his head and immediately began issuing orders to the Hunters who had arrived at the edge of the battlefield. Teams spread quickly through the ruined streets, collecting corpses, shattered runes, and memory fragments. + +William then turned his attention to Elder Owen and the elders of the Black Lotus Guild, his gaze sharp but respectful. "Elder Owen, I believe you and your companions understand how urgent this situation has become. The appearance of Direkins alone was troubling, but now... demons have shown themselves. The Middle Domain stands on the brink of something far darker." + +He paused, then continued with deliberate weight in his voice. "I know your Black Lotus Guild’s history stretches further back than even my Hunter Association. Your records hold truths long forgotten by others. That is why I request your presence at the meeting I am convening a week from now in my headquarters. All Seven Overlord Forces will be present." + +The words struck like a declaration of war. A meeting of all seven overlords was not something called lightly—it was the signal of an era-shaking event. + +Elder Owen, his black robe still smoldering faintly with remnants of battle, nodded gravely. "I understand. This is no longer a matter of guilds or alliances. It concerns the survival of the entire Middle Domain." He bowed his head slightly. "I will convey this message to Lord Elijah." + +William’s expression didn’t shift, but his eyes hardened further. "Good. Then we prepare for what comes next." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1004.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1004.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9291e83 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1004.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 998: Long talk with President William" +slug: "ch-1004" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1004 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The night was heavy and silent. The moonlight filtered weakly through the glass panes of the Hunter Association Tower, casting pale silver streaks across the dark oak furniture of President William’s office. The room was filled with the faint scent of ink, parchment, and steel—a soldier’s quarters, not a bureaucrat’s. + +Max sat in one of the tall chairs opposite William’s desk, his figure relaxed but his eyes sharp. Across from him, President William leaned back, exhaustion visible in the heaviness of his shoulders, though his aura of war never seemed to fade completely. + +The lamp on his desk flickered with a dim flame, casting long shadows across the shelves lined with scrolls and ancient tomes. + +"So," William exhaled, rubbing his temples before fixing his eyes on Max, "what is it you’ve been wanting to tell me? For the past few hours, I’ve felt your intent but..." His voice faltered with a sigh, tone carrying a rare note of apology. "With how things turned out in the hidden city, I could not spare a moment. I had to organize the clean-up, command the retrieval teams, and prepare the reports for the other forces. As President of the Hunter Association... every matter tied to demons or Nulls falls upon me. I cannot ignore them." + +His eyes softened slightly. "I am sorry, Max." + +Max smiled faintly, shaking his head. "President William, you don’t need to apologize. You’re doing your duty. Nothing more, nothing less." + +Inwardly though, he was restless. The memories he had torn from Moro’s soul still burned in his mind—visions that kept replaying, gnawing at him. He had wanted to tell William the moment they returned, but he also knew some things couldn’t be rushed. + +William’s golden eyes narrowed with seriousness, his tone hardening. "Good. Then let us waste no more time. First, tell me everything that happened in that hidden city. Every detail. Leave nothing out, no matter how small or strange. This concerns not only the Middle Domain..." His jaw tightened. "...but our entire world of Acaris." + +The room grew heavier at his words. + +Max inhaled, then nodded. "Alright." + +He began from the start. His voice was steady, recounting step by step to the finest detail. + +William listened without interruption, his brows furrowing deeper with every detail. His fingers drummed once on the desk, but his expression never wavered. + +Max’s tone darkened further as he continued. "And there’s more. President... the demons are not alone this time. From Moro’s memories and from what I heard from Tower Lord Mathew, I learned the truth. The demons have already allied themselves with the Ascendants. They have been united for who knows how long. Their war ten thousand years ago never ended—it was merely delayed. And now, they are moving again." + +The words lingered like a poison in the air. + +President William’s aura flickered violently, the golden runes of war lighting faintly on his skin. His gaze grew colder than steel, his voice low and grim. "Demons and Ascendants... together." + +He leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed so tightly it looked as if they might never untangle. His voice was heavy, filled with a bitterness he rarely showed. + +"This is bad. Demons alone are enough of a headache and now Nulls too?" He sighed. "These demons were freely operating in the Greenwood Region of the Middle Domain," he muttered, almost as if speaking to himself, "and we had no idea about it." + +Then his face grew darker still, his tone sharper. "This makes me concerned about one matter... If the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall are truly linked to demons, then what about the other forces? Are there more? Could there be others among the great powers colluding with them?" His golden eyes narrowed, reflecting both suspicion and dread. "If even one force can be infiltrated so deeply, then nothing stops there from being others." + +Max fell silent, his mind replaying the words Tower Lord Mathew had spoken before. Finally, he raised his head. "I heard something directly from Mathew himself," Max said quietly. "He told me... that the foundation of the Void Soul Tower wasn’t collusion. It wasn’t a temporary alliance." + +His voice grew heavier with each word. "The demons built it. Them, and the Thunder Monarch Hall. They created those two forces themselves, as a way to plant their roots in the Middle Domain. Not just to spy, but to carve out a base where they could freely operate, waiting for their time."𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +President William’s breath stilled. His expression turned unreadable, but his golden aura pulsed faintly, betraying his shock. Silence stretched in the room, heavy enough to crush air. + +Finally, William’s voice returned, low and solemn. "That... would explain too much. Their strange movements. Their growth patterns. It all makes sense." + +He exhaled heavily, then leaned forward, his gaze locking on Max like a blade. "So, what was it? The matter you were so desperately trying to tell me about? What truth did you uncover?" + +Max’s expression shifted at once. His usual faint smile vanished, replaced by solemnity so grave it chilled the room. His shoulders stiffened, his voice low but clear. + +"It’s about why the demons invaded our world in the first place." + +William’s composure cracked instantly. His expression twisted, cycling between disbelief, shock, and fury. His knuckles dug into the desk, the wood groaning under the pressure of his grip. He stood up so suddenly the chair behind him scraped loudly across the floor. + +"You know?" His voice thundered through the office, though it carried more desperation than anger. "What is it? Tell me! What do they want?! Why are they here?! What could they be searching for in Acaris all this time?" He stepped closer, his golden aura flaring unconsciously, eyes blazing with desperate eagerness. + +Max didn’t flinch, though the weight of William’s presence pressed on him like a mountain. He spoke slowly, deliberately, so there would be no mistake in his words. + +"I know because of my flames." His eyes darkened, a faint flicker of black and purple fire flashing in them. "I have a class ability... one that lets me absorb the memories of anyone I burn alive." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1005.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1005.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..77152ca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1005.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 999: True Origin Devil Blood" +slug: "ch-1005" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1005 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1069 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +William froze. His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as memory flashed in his mind—the scene of Moro screaming, burning alive, consumed by Max’s black and purple flames. + +"You don’t mean..." he muttered, voice rough with realization. "When you burned that demon... Moro..." + +"Didn’t that demon, Master Ballion, say it himself? That the demons were after something that fell into our world a very long time ago?" Max leaned forward slightly, his tone sharpened. "Guess what? In Moro’s memories, I saw what that thing was. It isn’t a weapon, nor some artifact, nor a hidden world. It’s a drop of blood. Just a single drop of blood that fell into Acaris countless ages ago. That drop is what the demons are after." + +President William’s eyes narrowed, his breathing hitching faintly. + +Max continued, his voice solemn and unhurried. "They call it True Origin Devil Blood. Or simply, Devil Blood. According to them, this is the reason they invaded our world ten thousand years ago. This is the reason they fought humanity, the reason they tore their way through our ancestors. Even now, after so many years, they are still searching for that one drop of blood." He clenched his fist on his knee. "And if Moro’s memories are anything to go by, they will stop at nothing until they find it." + +For a long moment, silence hung heavy. The oil lamp flickered, shadows stretching across William’s hardened face. + +"...A drop of blood," President William muttered, his brows furrowed deeply. "True Origin Devil Blood." He repeated the term slowly, as though trying to weigh its meaning against the endless records in his mind. His expression turned grave, almost conflicted. "As far as the records of the Hunter Association go, we have kept every trace of history tied to demons and Nulls, every war, every anomaly. Yet... there has never been mention of this blood. Not once." + +His voice lowered, carrying the edge of unease. "If it truly exists, then it is something far older than our records, perhaps even older than the sealing war itself." + +Max’s gaze darkened further. "And that means the demons aren’t just wandering blindly. They know something. They’ve waited for ten thousand years, hidden in shadows, rebuilding forces, planting seeds like Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall, all for this one thing. This one drop of blood." + +William’s golden aura flickered faintly again as he sank into thought, the room trembling faintly with his presence. Finally, he raised his head. "If there is any force in the Middle Domain that has knowledge about such a thing... it would be the Four God Nation." His voice was steady but filled with gravity. "They are the oldest and deepest-rooted power that exists. Even older than the Hunter Association. If knowledge of such a drop of blood survived anywhere, it would be with them." + +Max’s eyes flickered, sharp as lightning. "What about the Four God Nation, then? Are they doing anything about the demons or not?" His voice carried a cutting edge, almost accusatory. "The appearance of demons isn’t a small matter. It concerns the entire world. And if they’re the strongest force on this planet, then shouldn’t they already be acting?" + +President William leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes dimmed with exhaustion, yet his aura still carried the weight of command. "I have already informed the Four God Nation of this matter," he said slowly, his tone grave. "But I have yet to receive any word from them. No reply. No movement." His brows furrowed faintly, but he hid the rest of his thoughts behind a calm exterior. + +’I wonder... will they directly call the Sovereign Conference because of this?’ William thought silently, the possibility both exciting and terrifying. If the Sovereign Conference was held, it meant the matter had escalated to the highest stage of urgency, a gathering of powers so rare it had only been convened a handful of times in recorded history. + +Breaking his thoughts, William turned his eyes back to Max. His expression softened, becoming uncharacteristically solemn. "Max, the information you’ve provided just now is invaluable. It isn’t just another report or discovery—it is a key that could change the very direction of our war against demons." + +He rose to his feet suddenly. And to Max’s surprise, President William bowed deeply. "For this," he said firmly, his voice steady and sincere, "I, as the President of the Hunter Association, am deeply grateful to you." + +Max’s eyes widened. He moved quickly, stepping forward to stop the man. "President William, what are you doing? Please—stand! Don’t bow to me. It’s my responsibility as a human to help the human race. Nothing more. I only did what I had to." + +William shook his head, but he straightened slowly. His face, however, remained serious, his tone heavier than before. "No, Max. You don’t understand the weight of what you’ve given me. For centuries we have fought demons and Nulls, always reacting, always defending. We never truly understood why the demons came, what they wanted from us, what drove their endless invasions." + +His hands clenched into fists, a rare glimmer of heat in his eyes. "But now we know. Now, with this knowledge, we no longer need to be passive. We can finally take the war to them."𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +The room seemed to tremble faintly as his aura surged, his conviction blazing through. + +Max nodded, his expression calm but his mind agreeing wholeheartedly. This information—about the True Origin Devil Blood—truly changed everything. For the first time in ten thousand years, humans had a piece of the puzzle. + +"Alright, you can go now," William said after a long silence, his aura finally receding back into his control. His tone shifted back into command. "I have already begun handling the matter of the Void Soul Tower and the Thunder Monarch Hall. Their betrayal won’t be allowed to continue unchecked." + +His gaze hardened. "As for you... lay low for now. With how brightly you’ve been shining, you are no doubt marked as a target. The demons will have placed you squarely in their kill list. Don’t make it easy for them." + +He added, his voice firm, almost stern. "And one more thing, Max—don’t tell anyone else about the information you learned from the demons. Not your friends, not even your allies. The fewer who know, the safer you and the human race will be. This must stay sealed until the right time." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1006.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1006.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..add4da6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1006.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1000: Lady Divine" +slug: "ch-1006" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1006 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1094 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max nodded quietly, the weight of William’s words settling on him. "Understood." + +He turned and left the President’s office, the heavy wooden door shutting behind him with a final thud. + +Outside, Elder Liam was already waiting. His expression eased into a rare smile when he saw Max. "You did well back there," Liam said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And... thank you. If not for you, even I wouldn’t have uncovered that hidden nest." + +Max returned the smile, his tone genuine. "No, Elder Liam. If not for your timely intervention, I might have already been dead in that place." He bowed slightly. "I owe you my thanks." + +Liam shook his head, chuckling. "We’ll call it even then." + +After exchanging a few more words, Max finally departed. His figure disappeared into the distance, leaving the Almond Region behind. The weight of secrets, the shadows of demons, and the looming threat of war followed him as he made his way back toward the Great Ruler Empire. + +’I hope Lenavira is fine...’ Max thought as he stepped out of the Battle Cube in the Great Ruler Empire. The city’s familiar golden towers and marble streets were almost soothing after the chaos of the hidden city, but his heart did not allow him peace. His steps were swift, carrying him directly through the palace corridors until he reached the chamber that had been prepared for Lenavira. + +His hand pressed against the door, and with a deep breath, he pushed it open. + +Inside, four figures awaited him. + +The first, as expected, was Lenavira, lying pale and still upon the silken bed. Her once-bright hair was now a dull, ashen grey, and her skin carried the dark hue of her cursed transformation. Even in her slumber, her body was curled tightly, as if she were resisting unseen torment. + +By her side stood Princess Lyra, her emerald eyes widening the moment Max entered. Relief washed across her face, softening the tension she had carried in her shoulders. + +Next to her was Emperor Hermes. + +The final figure was someone unfamiliar. An elderly woman, her long bright-blue hair flowing like silk down her back, eyes sharp yet gentle, like a healer who had seen centuries of suffering. Her presence gave off a strange familiarity, though Max could not immediately place why. + +As Max stepped in, all three turned toward him. + +"You are finally here," Lyra said softly, her voice carrying relief. She had already been informed of what had transpired in the Greenwood Region—the demons, the Direkins, the hidden city. To see Max standing there, alive and unscathed, eased a weight she had been holding since his departure. + +Max’s eyes immediately moved to the bed. His chest tightened at the sight of Lenavira. "How is she?" he asked, his voice low, filled with concern. + +The old woman took a step forward, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she examined Lenavira again. "She is still in her Dark Elf form," the woman said matter-of-factly. "Something traumatic must have happened to her—something so severe it forced her bloodline to plunge into this state. And from what I can see..." she shook her head, "...she has fallen far too deep." + +Max’s expression darkened, his fists clenching slightly. His voice was steady, but a faint tremor of desperation underlined it. "Is there any way she can be helped?" + +The old woman’s lips curved into a faint smile, calm and confident. "That’s where I come in, boy." + +She straightened her back, her aura faintly flickering—not the aura of a warrior, but of someone who commanded vast experience and knowledge. "I am a doctor, a rune specialist, and much more besides. I’ve treated countless rare afflictions, strange bloodline backlashes, and cursed states in my life. This little elf may look lost to her darkness, but..." she turned to look at Lenavira again, her eyes softening for the first time, "...I have ways to awaken her from this state. Leave her to me for a few days, and you will see her return." + +Max let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He nodded, though his expression remained tight. "Her name is Lenavira," he said softly, then his sharp gaze returned to the old woman. "And you are?" + +Lyra’s voice rang sharply, snapping through the quiet chamber. "Max, don’t be rude. She is Lady Divine." + +Max froze mid-step, his eyes widening slightly. ’Lady Divine...?’ + +The name alone carried a weight that pressed against the air. If one were to ask who was the most mysterious figure in the entire Middle Domain, there was only one answer. Lady Divine. + +She was a legend wrapped in flesh—whispers about her circulated in every sect, clan, and empire. Some said her healing arts could bring a man back from the brink of death, even when his body was nothing more than shattered bone and blood. + +Others claimed she had deciphered the ancient language of runes left behind by the ancients, creating some of the strongest defensive formations still used today. The protective domes employed by great cities, the immortal rune-barriers guarding sects—all were said to be her works. And her mastery didn’t stop there. + +It was said she was unmatched in the Path of Soul, a domain few dared to tread, much less conquer. Rumors even called her the "Mother of Souls," though none had ever dared speak that title to her face. + +And most astonishing of all—she was ranked 5th in the Sun Rankings, making her one of the top five strongest beings in the world. + +Max’s chest tightened. He had expected Emperor Hermes to pull strings, but for him to invite her...? Lady Divine rarely responded to the summons of even the Seven Overlord Forces. Her very presence in this room was enough to tilt the balance of fate. + +Max immediately bowed deeply, his tone respectful and solemn. "Max greets Lady Divine, and I am truly grateful that you are willing to look into this matter." + +The old woman chuckled lightly, her blue hair shimmering faintly in the lamplight. Despite the endless depth hidden in her gaze, her smile carried a warmth that disarmed the heart. "Haha, no need for such formality, little lad." + +She waved her hand as if brushing aside the weight of his respect. Then her tone sharpened slightly, though still kind. "If you don’t mind, I’ll be staying in this room for a few days to examine her thoroughly." + +Her eyes shifted back to Lenavira’s curled form on the bed, scanning every detail with terrifying precision. "I want no disturbances whatsoever while I’m working. Understand?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1007.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1007.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b3453f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1007.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1001: Pawns of the Demons" +slug: "ch-1007" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1007 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Of course," Max said without hesitation, his nod firm. "Do as you please." + +"Good." Lady Divine’s tone turned commanding, even though her smile lingered. Her gaze flicked briefly at the two young figures before her. "You two little kids, get out. I wish to speak with Hermes alone." + +Lyra glanced once at Max. Max glanced back. Neither of them spoke, but the exchange was clear—they both felt the weight of Lady Divine’s presence and knew better than to linger. + +Without further hesitation, the two turned and stepped out of the room, the heavy door closing quietly behind them, leaving Lady Divine and Emperor Hermes alone in the chamber. + +The atmosphere in the chamber shifted the moment the heavy door closed behind Max and Lyra. Silence lingered, broken only by the faint rustle of Lenavira’s shallow breathing. Lady Divine moved closer to the bed, her blue hair shimmering under the dim lantern light as her fingertips hovered above Lenavira’s body. + +Faint runes flickered into existence along her hand, reading the subtle flows of energy within the elf girl. + +Her face darkened. "Her condition is very serious," Lady Divine said gravely. "And more troubling... I sense infernal energy inside her body." + +Hermes, who until now had remained silent, stiffened immediately. "Infernal energy?" His brows knit, his usually calm features tightening. + +Lady Divine’s eyes never left Lenavira as she continued, her tone steady but heavy. "If I am not wrong, there are two reasons she underwent her Dark Elf transformation. The first is that she came into contact with infernal energy somewhere. That energy tapped into her inner darkness, forcefully drawing out her suppressed nature and leading her to transform into a Dark Elf." + +Her voice sharpened. "Infernal energy is pure corruption—raw darkness, the very opposite of mana. While mana nourishes and balances, infernal energy consumes, erodes, and amplifies what should remain hidden. It drags out the worst in someone. For elves, their darkest reflection is the Dark Elf. That is why this girl turned into this state." + +Hermes frowned deeply, his eyes flashing with concern. "But how could she have come into contact with infernal energy at all? Wasn’t it always said that infernal energy can only be found in one or two isolated caves in the Middle Domain?" + +He leaned forward, his tone firm. "And even then, only those who had the insignia etched on their palms could wield it in controlled amounts. This elf is from the Middle Domain, just like that Max boy. Do you mean to tell me she found a way to those caves and got corrupted?" + +Lady Divine finally turned to him, her gaze sharp as a blade. Slowly, she shook her head. "No. That is not it." Her voice dropped lower, filled with conviction. "From what I can sense, the infernal energy within her is not old—it is recent. This corruption was not accidental. Someone deliberately infused her with infernal energy, knowing full well what it would do to her bloodline. I am certain of it." + +Hermes’ expression hardened instantly, his regal aura flickering like a brewing storm. "Someone... intentionally corrupted her? Why? What possible purpose would such cruelty serve?" + +"That," Lady Divine replied calmly, "is for you to find out. My work is to heal. The reasons... the enemies behind this... that is a burden that falls upon rulers like you." She shifted her hand slightly, the runes on her palm glowing brighter as they pressed against Lenavira’s chest. "But this is no small matter. Corrupting an elf to the level of forcing them into their dark state requires mastery, resources, and knowledge that few in this world should possess." + +She finally came to the main topic for which she made Max and Lyra left them alone. "If I am not wrong, then a small force of demons is secretly operating within each of the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain. They may be small in number—a duo, a single infiltrator, or even an entire hidden cell—but they are there. Quiet. Patient. Following orders." + +"What?!" Hermes was shocked. "Are you absolutely sure?" + +Lady Divine did not flinch. Her blue hair shimmered faintly as she met his gaze with unshakable calm. "I am," she said simply, her tone firm and absolute. "And don’t ask me how I know what I know. Some truths... are not meant to be explained." Her words carried the weight of centuries, a kind of certainty that could not be challenged. + +Hermes’ expression turned grim, the disbelief giving way to a heavy, suffocating solemnity. His jaw tightened, and his fists curled at his side. "This matter..." his voice lowered, the weight in it far more dangerous than before, "...is more serious than I ever imagined." + +The thought alone made his chest tighten. If what Lady Divine said was true, then hidden beneath the grandeur of the Great Ruler Empire—his empire—there had been demons or their pawns moving unseen, perhaps for generations. Operating under their noses, infiltrating, weaving themselves into the cracks of human power... and they had known nothing. + +Lady Divine’s gaze lingered on Lenavira for a moment longer, her fingers tracing a glowing rune in the air before letting it dissolve. Her eyes then shifted back to Hermes, sharp as blades, her voice steady and commanding. + +"I don’t know how you will do it, Hermes," she said firmly, "but I want them alive." + +Hermes’ brows furrowed slightly. + +"The pawns," Lady Divine clarified. "The infiltrators the demons have planted within your Great Ruler Empire. No matter their rank, no matter how well hidden they are, I want them brought to me alive. Dead bodies will tell me nothing. But living vessels—" her gaze deepened, her voice dropping to a chilling calm, "—I can tear their memories apart, layer by layer, until every last secret spills out." + +Hermes clenched his fists at his sides, golden sparks of his imperial aura flickering faintly in the room. His instincts as ruler screamed at him to march into the Empire that very instant, to root out the rot that had slithered into his foundations. + +He had crushed armies, quelled rebellions, broken traitors... but to think demons had been planted under his very nose for gods knew how long—it clawed at his pride like fire. + +"Alright," Hermes said at last, his tone heavy but resolute. His eyes shone with determination, though beneath it burned barely-contained fury. "I will find them. I will bring them to you. Every last one of them."𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Lady Divine’s expression softened only a fraction. "Good. You understand the importance, then. These pawns are not just spies—they are threads leading back to the demons themselves. Pull hard enough, and the entire fabric of their schemes will unravel leading straight to the demons." + +Hermes exhaled, steadying his aura. He wanted nothing more than to begin cleansing his empire right now, but he knew—this would not be easy. If they had remained undetected all these years, then they were masters of disguise, patient hunters lurking in silence. + +Lady Divine broke his thoughts. "Now, go." She waved a hand dismissively, though her tone held no malice. "I will focus on stabilizing this elf girl for the next few days. When I am done, I will give you answers. But for that, I need quiet. I need focus." Her eyes sharpened again. "And Hermes—remember to call that Max boy back into this room." + +Hermes inclined his head. "As you wish." With those words, he left the room. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1008.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1008.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5ce8f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1008.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1002: Lady Divine’s Solution" +slug: "ch-1008" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1008 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max walked down the corridor, his steps heavy with unease. Emperor Hermes had just informed him that Lady Divine wanted to see him alone. He pushed the door open to his chamber, where the faint scent of herbs and glowing runes filled the air. Lenavira still lay curled on the bed, her breathing shallow, while Lady Divine stood beside her with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes sharp and unreadable. + +The moment Max stepped inside, her voice cut through the silence. "I’ve found out what caused her to fall into the Dark Elf state."𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Max froze in place, his brows furrowing. "What?" he asked quickly, curiosity and dread knotting his chest. + +Lady Divine’s gaze shifted from Lenavira to him. Her next words were calm but heavy. "Infernal energy." + +The name alone made Max tremble unconsciously, as if a chill had passed down his spine. His heart skipped a beat. + +"Infernal... energy?" His voice lowered, his expression darkening visibly. "How could it be infernal energy?" His mind raced, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "In the Middle Domain, that’s nearly impossible! There are only a few caves in the Lower Domain where traces of infernal energy exist, and even then, one has to be marked with the infernal demon tattoo just to wield the smallest portion. How could she—?" He broke off, shaking his head. "This doesn’t make sense." + +Lady Divine sighed lightly, her expression grave. "From what I can sense, this was no accident. Someone intentionally did this to her. They forced infernal energy into her system, corrupting her bloodline until it dragged her into her dark self. That is what triggered her transformation." + +Max’s fists clenched at his sides as his gaze turned solemn. ’Someone... intentionally?’ + +His mind replayed the scene of Lenavira in that cursed city, chained by the Void Soul Tower. His voice came out low, tight with anger. "Could it have been the Void Soul Tower? When I found her, she was their prisoner. Did they do this to her?" But even before that she was in her dark elf form. + +Lady Divine shook her head slightly. "That, I cannot confirm. But regardless of who did it, the truth remains: if the infernal energy remains in her, it will consume her completely. Even as we speak, it’s spreading slowly through her meridians, corrupting her from within." Her face deepened with seriousness. "To save her, I must purge the infernal energy out of her body. But that process..." she sighed, "will take time. Days, perhaps months." + +Max hesitated. His gaze flickered to Lenavira’s still body, then back to Lady Divine. His voice dropped, low but steady. "Infernal energy doesn’t affect me." + +Lady Divine blinked, her brows rising faintly. + +Max continued, his tone solemn. "I can devour it. If there’s a way, tell me how to draw it out of her. I’ll consume every trace of it myself to help her." + +For a rare moment, Lady Divine’s composed face cracked with surprise. "What?!" She looked at Max, her sharp eyes scanning him intensely as if to confirm his words. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she gave a small nod. "No wonder." + +"No wonder what?" Max asked, confused. + +"No wonder I felt something familiar toward you from the moment I saw you," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with recognition, though she didn’t elaborate further. + +Before Max could press her for answers, Lady Divine lifted her right hand. At once, her pale skin darkened, turning a deep crimson shade as if blood itself had come alive under her flesh. A suffocating aura erupted, filling the chamber. Dark red steam hissed from her palm, spreading in all directions, twisting the very air itself. + +Max’s eyes widened, his heart pounding. His body stiffened in shock. The aura rolling off her was unmistakable. "Infernal... energy?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. + +Lady Divine’s hand pulsed with it—controlled, refined, and stable, as though it were no different than mana. + +Max stepped back, unable to stop his shock. "You... You can control infernal energy?" His voice was incredulous. "How? How is that possible?" + +"I could ask you the same," Lady Divine replied with a faint, knowing smile, her sharp eyes glinting like stars hidden in the depths of a night sky. "But let’s not go down that route. Some questions... are better left for later." + +Max frowned lightly, still unsettled, but said nothing. + +Lady Divine turned her attention back to Lenavira. Her voice became calm yet commanding, each word laced with authority. "Currently, the infernal energy has completely intertwined with her mana channels. They are fused so deeply that if I try to forcefully rip them apart, her meridians will collapse. That would cripple her strength forever." She looked at Max firmly. "So, I will separate them using a rune formation. When I succeed, you will step in and extract the infernal energy. Can you do that?" + +Max’s eyes hardened. He nodded without hesitation. "I can." + +"Good." Lady Divine’s lips curved faintly, the seriousness in her expression softening by a fraction. With a wave of her hand, the chamber filled with light as countless runes unfolded into the air like blooming flowers of golden ink. They floated, humming, before weaving together into delicate circles that surrounded Lenavira’s body. + +Max’s gaze sharpened as he studied the scene. Three massive rune formations anchored the smaller ones, acting like pillars that drew the runes into harmony. Their glow wrapped around Lenavira like a cocoon of shifting symbols. + +He recognized none of them. Not a single rune. And that realization hit him harder than expected. ’I know runes. I’ve studied them. I can create them... But compared to this... my knowledge is nothing.’ + +The sheer intricacy of her control left him speechless. She was weaving them in real-time, adding and removing strokes as though sketching on invisible paper, adjusting angles like one tuning the strings of an instrument. Each rune that vanished collapsed into light. + +Each rune that appeared shifted the entire formation, aligning it with absolute precision. It was like watching someone rearrange the stars. + +The work dragged on for hours. The only sounds in the room were the low hums of the formations, Lady Divine’s faint breaths, and Lenavira’s fragile heartbeat. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1009.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1009.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab10cef --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1009.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1003: Lady Divine’s Warning" +slug: "ch-1009" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1009 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1103 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood unmoving, absorbing every detail with his Three Dimensional Body, committing each moment to memory. ’Eye-opening... this is on a level I could never even imagine before.’ + +Finally, Lady Divine’s expression sharpened. The runes flared with brilliance. Her voice rang clear. "At the count of three, the infernal energy will separate from her mana. That is when you strike." + +Max stepped closer, his hand already hovering above Lenavira’s trembling frame. His Unholy Trinity Physique pulsed within him, veins glowing faintly as he prepared himself. + +"One," Lady Divine called, her fingers snapping another rune into alignment. The air thickened as pressure grew. + +"Two," her tone deepened, the runes brightening as if they were straining against invisible chains. + +"Three!" + +The formations flared blindingly, and Lenavira’s body jerked violently. A dark red mist—the unmistakable stench of infernal energy—tore itself free of her mana veins, writhing like a living parasite. + +Max acted instantly. His hand pressed above her chest, the black and purple flames of his physique roaring into life. The infernal energy screamed silently as it was devoured into his palm, vanishing without resistance into his body, where it was annihilated completely. + +The air quieted. The runes flickered once, then dimmed. + +Lady Divine let out a long, measured breath. Her eyes shifted to Max—and what she saw made them narrow with intrigue. He hadn’t even flinched. No burn, no pain, no rejection. He absorbed infernal energy like it was nothing. + +"It’s done," she said at last, dispersing the formations with a single wave. + +Max immediately turned toward Lenavira, his voice quick and hopeful. "Is she healed?" + +Lady Divine chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Of course not, silly boy. This was only the first step." She sat back slightly, her tone patient yet stern. "Right now, all her mana has been completely exhausted from the separation process. Her meridians are weak and empty. For her to recover even a fraction of her strength in this unconscious state, she will need at least a full day of rest." + +Max’s shoulders sank a little, but he kept listening. + +Lady Divine’s gaze hardened again. "And remember—this isn’t a one-time cure. The infernal energy in her is deeply rooted. We must repeat this process every day, carefully separating and extracting it piece by piece. It may take months before her body is completely free of corruption." + +Max’s brows furrowed tightly, a faint crease forming on his forehead. "That long?" he muttered, his voice carrying a trace of frustration. + +Lady Divine’s expression didn’t waver. Her tone, calm but edged with the weight of experience, cut through his impatience. "You don’t know how dangerous infernal energy truly is." She folded her hands behind her back, her blue hair shimmering faintly in the glow of her runes. "Those who are corrupted by it—most never live long enough to see another sunrise. And those who do survive... lose their minds. They become shells of themselves, consumed by madness." + +Her gaze shifted back to Lenavira, softening slightly. "Lenavira’s case is... different. She is an elf. When elves are corrupted by infernal energy, they do not simply die or go insane—they fall into their Dark Elf state. It is a natural reaction of their bloodline, a last resort that allows them to live, even if it means being enslaved to darkness. That is why she still breathes. And let me be clear, boy—it is almost impossible to bring anyone back once infernal energy has its claws in them." + +Lady Divine’s voice lowered, but its gravity deepened. "Only I—someone with years of experience in handling infernal energy—can attempt this. Without me, she would have been lost already." + +Max’s lips pressed into a hard line. He exhaled slowly, nodding in acknowledgment. ’She’s right. If not for her, Lenavira might never recover.’ + +Lady Divine turned toward him, her eyes serious but not unkind. "Here is what will happen. I will come to your room every morning at ten o’clock without fail. Each day, we will separate and extract a portion of the infernal energy from her. I have placed her in a sleep rune formation that will keep her unconscious, stable, and safe." + +Her hand moved faintly, and Max noticed a faint shimmer around Lenavira—layer upon layer of runes glowed like translucent veils. "Alongside that, I’ve woven protective formations that will guard her body and soul while replenishing her exhausted mana. Let her rest, Max. That is the only way she can heal." + +Max bowed deeply, his voice steady. "Thank you for healing Lenavira."𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Lady Divine chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "No need to thank me. You may not realize this, but her case benefits me as well. There is much to learn from fighting against infernal corruption—it sharpens my craft." Her gaze then sharpened, her tone turning firm, almost warning. "But since we are speaking honestly, allow me to give you advice." + +Max straightened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he listened. + +"Never show your infernal energy to anyone in the Middle Domain," Lady Divine said, her words carrying a chilling weight. "Keep it locked within you, hidden as your deepest, darkest secret. If word spreads... not even I could protect you from the storm it will bring. Humans fear what they don’t understand—and demons hunt what they recognize as dangerous." + +Her eyes gleamed faintly as she added, "And another matter—this entire Middle Domain is shifting. The winds of chaos are rising. For your own sake, I would advise you not to step outside the Great Ruler Empire for now. You are currently the most talked-about figure in the Middle Domain—the boy who exposed demons, fought Direkins, and survived when others could not, the genius with the strongest potential, one who slaughter countless geniuses in the secret domain. Fame is not always fortune, Max. Right now, it makes you a beacon of target. Stay low. Stay quiet. And use this time to grow." + +Max inhaled deeply, then nodded. Her words rang true. He could almost feel the weight of unseen gazes watching him from the shadows. ’I’m already marked. After everything, demons won’t let me go. Staying quiet is the smartest move... until I’m strong enough to shatter anyone who comes for me.’ + +His expression turned solemn. "I understand. I’ll lay low... but I’ll keep getting stronger." + +Lady Divine’s lips curled into the faintest smile, her eyes carrying both mystery and approval. "Good. That’s what I wanted to hear." + +After her final words of warning, Lady Divine excused herself from the chamber, leaving Max alone with Lenavira. He sat at her bedside until late into the night, his mind turning over every fragment of what he had just learned. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-101.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-101.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..60ca3f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-101.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 101: Battle to Rescue - 2" +slug: "ch-101" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 101 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1293 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +With the addition of 15 more silver swords attacking the protective sphere, sweat began to appear on Max’s face as he found it difficult to hold on. + +"I guess this is his limit," the young woman said calmly, turning to Allen. "Break the shield." + +Allen smiled and added ten more silver swords. With a total of 30 swords attacking the protective sphere, cracks began to appear on the surface of the shield like spider webs until it shattered like a mirror. + +Max was blown by the impact, his body sent flying toward the red cube where Alice was held captive. + +"Moron! You sent Max to Veylin Draegor!" the young woman cursed Allen, seeing the direction Max was flying. "He was my target, not his." + +Allen frowned, sensing something amiss. He believed his swords had the power to destroy the shield, but to actually blast Max away like a broken kite was something he hadn’t expected. + +’I guess this is normal for someone in the Apprentice Rank,’ he thought, dismissing it. + +--- + +On the battlefield, Veylin smiled at Anton’s question and said, "The Monarch doesn’t care about you, your guild, or anything in the East Region. If it weren’t for my father wanting to upgrade his rank to Master Rank first, he would have started the war long ago." + +He added with a smirk, "He believes that only when someone reaches the Master Rank—something no human on Valora Continent has ever done—would he be worthy enough to conquer the entire continent." + +"And you want Alice because she possesses the Legendary Phoenix Flames?" Anton asked, his expression dark. + +Veylin sneered. "Correct. You don’t need to know the details. Just know that my father wants Phoenix Flames and any other powerful flames out there in the world." + +Anton’s face turned ugly, and his form began to release level 2 Flame Aura. But before he could attack, a blast of energy drew everyone’s attention. + +They all turned to see a figure flying toward them. + +"Who is this fool?" The lady sitting atop the cube laughed. + +Veylin also smiled, seeing that, but he noticed the figures of the two young men and the young woman in green on the roof from where Max had been blasted. "They’re here too," he muttered, smiling. + +Only Five remained expressionless, his face hidden beneath his cloak. + +"Max…" Anton frowned, his eyes narrowing. Upon noticing Allen with the duo from the Monarch, he understood that the Blades were indeed working with the Monarch. + +"He’s coming your way," Veylin said to the lady sitting atop the cube. He pondered for a moment before continuing, "Since he’s coming your way, just keep this kid with Alice." + +The red-haired lady shrugged. "I was planning to do the same." + +She floated in the air and controlled the cube, moving it toward Max’s trajectory. + +’She wants me in there?’ Max’s mind raced as he considered many scenarios and decided to go with the flow for now. + +His first task was to rescue Alice, and if he couldn’t get close to the cube trapping her, then everything he had done would be for naught. What better way to get close to her and the cube than by being trapped inside with her? + +’This is stupid, but I hope it works,’ Max weighed his options and decided to take the gamble. + +Ultimately, he collided with the red cube, but instead of a solid impact, he passed into it as though dropping into the ocean. + +"What is this?!" Max shouted once he was fully inside and came to his senses. + +"Hehe, kid. You’re in for a long ride," the red-haired lady said, smiling at Max. + +"What? What’s going on here?" Max asked, pretending to be clueless. + +Just then, Allen, along with the green-haired brother and sister, landed near them. + +"Abby, who is this kid? Is he Max Voidwalker?" Veylin asked, his eyes narrowing. + +Abby, the green-haired girl, nodded, her expression dark. She had wanted to take credit for capturing Max on her own, but she had failed. + +Veylin glanced at her, then at Max, before looking at the red-haired lady. "Jessica, give me a drop of his blood." + +"Hmm," Jessica nodded, focusing on the cube. Suddenly, a needle manifested from one of the cube’s faces. + +"What are you trying to do?" Max crawled back in fear, but there was only so much space in the cube for two people. + +As a result, he couldn’t escape from the needle and was stabbed in the hand. But nothing happened. + +"You have tough skin, I see," Jessica smiled as she stabbed Max again, with much greater force this time. + +Blood flowed out of his skin, traveling toward the other end of the cube, where part of the cube transformed into a small vessel that contained the blood. + +’What is their intention?’ Max became curious and watched closely. If it was anything bad, he had infused some essence of his black flames into the blood. + +If anything dangerous occurred, he would burn the blood completely to ashes. + +Meanwhile, Anton remained calm but not as restless as before. He understood that defeating the enemy was impossible, so his plan was still to rescue Alice first. + +For that, he needed help from someone of equal strength to the enemies. He had already called for reinforcements, and it was only a matter of time before they arrived. + +The only problem was that they had to come from inside the dome, where the stronger monsters were trapped. So, it could take some time for them to arrive. + +Therefore, whatever was happening in front of him worked in his favor, either way. + +"We’ll know if this kid is truly a Voidwalker, like Freya Voidwalker or not…" Veylin chuckled as he held the vessel of Max’s blood and took out a small cylindrical container filled with blood. + +He turned to Max, Anton, and all the generals present before him. "I don’t have to say what this thing is, right?" he asked, looking at everyone. "I’m just as curious as everyone here. Is this kid really the brother of the infamous Freya Voidwalker? I guess we’ll find out soon." He sneered. + +Max’s eyes flashed as he understood their intention. ’If I burn my blood here, they’ll know. Unlike last time, they’re putting my blood in a cylindrical container.’ He felt conflicted about the situation but decided again to do nothing. + +’Whatever. If my identity as Freya Voidwalker’s brother is revealed, then so be it,’ Max resolved. It would be discovered sooner or later anyway. + +Veylin then dropped the blood from the vessel into the cylindrical container, where it mixed with the blood inside. A moment later, the container glowed with blue light, causing an ugly expression to appear on Veylin’s face. + +Some generals who understood what the cylindrical container was supposed to do also gasped in shock. + +"He isn’t the brother of Freya Voidwalker!" Veylin threw the container and the vessel to the ground in anger. + +"What? He isn’t?" Abby, the green-haired young woman, was surprised and turned to Allen with questioning eyes. + +"Don’t look at me," Allen shrugged. "The location you provided and the family situation… only he met the criteria." + +Abby frowned at his words. While capturing Max and Alice was one of their side goals, they had expected to finish the job easily. But it seemed they would have to settle for capturing only one of them. + +"He isn’t a Voidwalker…" Anton sighed in relief. If Max had been a Voidwalker, he didn’t know what he would have done. + +The most surprised person was Max himself. He was dumbfounded by whatever test Veylin had conducted. ’Are they mistaken?’ Max was sure he and Freya were blood-related. There was no doubt about it. + +But then who could explain this situation? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1010.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1010.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a35275d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1010.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1004: Sovereign Conference" +slug: "ch-1010" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1010 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1021 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The very next morning, precisely at the tenth bell, Lady Divine returned. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries. The room filled once more with shimmering golden runes as she set the formation, separating the vile threads of infernal energy that clung to Lenavira’s body. + +At the moment of separation, Max extended his hand, his Unholy Trinity Physique roaring to life as he devoured the poisonous mist into his own body without hesitation. The energy burned faintly in his veins before vanishing into nothing, swallowed whole by his strange constitution. + +Lady Divine studied him each time with an unreadable look in her eyes, as if the boy before her was a puzzle even she couldn’t solve. + +This process repeated itself the following day. And then the day after. + +Day after day, morning after morning, Lady Divine arrived at Max’s quarters. She wove her runes with divine precision, separating infernal energy thread by thread, while Max absorbed the corruption into himself with terrifying ease. + +She always lingered for a short while afterward, speaking to him briefly about cultivation, about secrecy, sometimes about runes. But she never explained the familiarity she claimed to feel toward him. Then she would leave, vanishing like a wisp of smoke. + +And so the days stretched on. + +Within a month, this ritual had become almost routine. Lenavira’s complexion was still dark, her hair still grey, but her breathing had stabilized, her presence no longer flickering like a candle about to be snuffed. + +Max felt relief each time he sensed her aura grow even a fraction stronger. + +But outside his room, the world was far from calm. + +In the span of that same month, the Hunter Association had struck like a thunderclap. Under President William’s command, they unearthed demon spies hiding within the Seven Overlord Forces themselves. Quiet, patient infiltrators who had wormed their way into the deepest cracks of power were dragged into the light. + +The announcement shattered the fragile calm of the Middle Domain. + +The people had only just begun to reel from the revelation that Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower were not merely traitors but demon-founded factions. That alone had been enough to send shockwaves across forces, empires, and guilds. + +But when word spread that even the other five Overlord Forces harbored demons in their ranks—no longer as open rulers but as spies—the atmosphere turned suffocating. + +Markets went quiet. Streets filled with whispers. Families barricaded themselves indoors. Panic and paranoia spread like wildfire. If demons could be anywhere, even in the highest forces of the Middle Domain, then what of the smaller forces? The minor guilds? Who could be trusted? + +Guild leaders turned on each other. Rumors of purges and interrogations filled the air. Armies were mobilized, but not against outside enemies—against their own ranks, searching desperately for infiltrators. + +The Middle Domain teetered on the edge of chaos. + +And through it all, Max remained within the Great Ruler Empire, keeping his head low as Lady Divine advised, quietly growing stronger each day as he devoured infernal energy bit by bit from Lenavira’s body. He knew the world outside was shifting. He could feel the weight of countless eyes turning toward him—both human and demon. + +But for now, his focus remained on the girl lying unconscious on the bed. ’Hang on, Lenavira. I’ll pull you out of this, no matter how long it takes.’ + +Another month passed quietly for Max within the Great Ruler Empire, though the world outside only grew louder, heavier, and more restless. Each day he followed the same routine—Lady Divine arriving at the tenth bell, runes flaring as infernal energy was separated, his Unholy Trinity Physique swallowing the corruption whole, and Lenavira’s body slowly stabilizing—but the news reaching the empire’s towers was far from stable. + +And then came a thunderclap of news that rippled across every guild, clan, and force in the Middle Domain. + +The Four God Nation—the oldest, most mysterious, and most revered of all powers—announced they would be holding the Sovereign Conference in four months’ time. + +The moment the announcement spread, it shook the Middle Domain to its very core. + +The Sovereign Conference was not like the countless guild gatherings, political councils, or trade alliances that dotted the Middle Domain. No. This was something infinitely greater, something etched into the very history of their world. + +It was the highest assembly of power, called only by the Four God Nation itself, and it was convened only when the fate of the entire world hung in balance. For most experts, the Sovereign Conference was nothing more than legend, something spoken of in awe. Some even lived and died without seeing one convened. + +Records showed that the Sovereign Conference had only ever been called a handful of times in all of history—each marking a calamity of world-ending proportions. + +Way before Ten thousand years ago, it had been called during the first invasion of the demons, when humanity, elves, beastkin, and even ancient spirits gathered under one banner to repel the tide of destruction.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +Ten thousand years ago, it was called once more during the Era of Collapse, when the heavens cracked and Ascendants descended in force, threatening to turn Acaris into their colony. + +And now, after long silence, the Four God Nation declared that the Sovereign Conference would be held again. + +Forces across the Middle Domain trembled. + +The Sovereign Conference was not merely a meeting—it was a summons. When the Four God Nation called it, every major power was compelled to attend. To decline, or to ignore the summons, was to openly defy the will of the Four God Nation, a crime that was equal to treason against humanity itself. + +The purpose of the Conference was twofold. First, to share information—to pool every secret, every whisper, every discovery, so that nothing remained hidden when the entire world was threatened. Second, to form unity—to decide who would lead, who would follow, what forces would act, and what sacrifices would be made. + +In essence, it was when the Middle Domain’s divided giants finally sat at the same table and spoke with one voice. + +And this time, that voice would have only one subject: the demons. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1011.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1011.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12d15d7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1011.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1005: Leveling Chamber" +slug: "ch-1011" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1011 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1018 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max sat cross-legged within the Dimension of Time, a pocket realm where seconds stretched into days, and days could be bent into weeks if he willed it. The air shimmered faintly with the distortion of slowed time, every breath echoing louder, every strike of his sword trailing long arcs of intent. + +Sweat rolled down his temples as he practiced the new techniques he had recently acquired from the Great Ruler Empire—intricate sword forms that merged with his concepts, new lightning technique and a flame technique. + +Between each motion, his mind wandered. His lips moved slightly, muttering to himself. + +"Sovereign Conference..." The words slipped out in a low tone, heavy with thought. + +He paused, wiping sweat from his brow as his gaze drifted across the dim horizon of his private dimension. ’The Sovereign Conference will be held in four months’ time. And yet, isn’t that the same period as the Four God Nation Genius Conference?’ His brows furrowed. ’Will they cancel it? Or merge the two?’𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +He exhaled slowly. ’With the situation as dire as it is, gathering the younger generation might be deemed pointless... unless... unless they want to test us against what’s coming.’ + +The thought lingered, weighing on him even as he resumed training. + +--- + +Outside his dimension, the second month slipped by completely. Max kept to his routine, splitting his time between training, absorbing infernal energy from Lenavira under Lady Divine’s guidance, and occasionally speaking with Emperor Hermes and Lyra about the chaos unfolding across the Middle Domain. + +The world was unraveling, but in his chamber, the only war was the silent battle to save Lenavira. + +By the dawn of the third month, Max noticed a change. Lenavira’s aura, once unstable and drowning in corruption, had begun to steady. There was a faint purity returning to her mana. Each day she seemed less fragile, less like a candle about to burn out. + +Lady Divine smiled faintly after one of their purification sessions, the runes around Lenavira fading as the infernal energy dissipated into Max’s hand. "With this month’s work, her system should finally be cleansed. The infernal energy is almost gone." + +Max’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, relief flickering in his chest. Still, his gaze lingered on Lenavira’s figure—her grey hair, her blackened skin, the lingering aura of darkness that clung to her like a curse. "Will that... help her completely?" His voice betrayed his worry. "Will she return to normal? Back to her elf form?" + +Lady Divine sighed softly, shaking her head. Her tone was honest, not cruel. "We will have to wait and see. Cleansing her body of infernal energy is only the first battle. What remains is her spirit—and her bloodline. Sometimes, the scars left by corruption do not fade so easily." + +Max’s jaw tightened, but he nodded slowly. ’Even if it takes longer... even if I have to do this for years, I’ll see her through.’ + +And so the cycle continued. Day by day, rune by rune, Lady Divine separated the corruption, and Max devoured it into his strange physique. Each morning at the tenth bell, the ritual repeated without fail. + +The days bled into weeks, the weeks into months. + +Outside, the Middle Domain descended further into chaos. + +With plenty of free time on his hands—Lady Divine visiting only once a day at the tenth bell—Max spent the rest of his hours cultivating and training relentlessly. + +He devoured cores one after another, the mana burning through his meridians like rivers of molten fire before being refined into pure strength by his black flames. + +At the same time, he drilled the new techniques he had acquired in the Great Ruler Empire, weaving them into his swordsmanship, body refinement, and movement arts. The more he trained, the more he felt the barrier of his rank thinning. + +It wasn’t long before he knew the truth. He was on the verge of breaking through to Legend Rank. + +But instead of excitement, a headache settled in his chest. + +’If breaking through to Champion Rank caused that much chaos... then what about stepping into Legend Rank?’ Max remembered vividly how heaven and earth themselves had stirred during his last ascension. + +The phenomena, the pressure, the fluctuations—it had drawn countless eyes. And now, in the Middle Domain, where every force was on edge, where demons lurked in shadows, and where his name was already too bright... another public breakthrough would be as good as painting a giant target on his back. + +He scowled in frustration, tossing aside the empty core. ’But I can’t stop here. Not now. The world is burning. Demons are moving. I need strength, no matter what.’ + +In the end, Max went to Princess Lyra for counsel. If anyone within the Great Ruler Empire could advise him, it was her. + +Her response, however, was so simple it almost stunned him. + +"Why are you so troubled by this?" Lyra tilted her head, her emerald eyes glimmering with amusement. "Most experts in the Middle Domain prepare for months before they advance beyond Master Rank. It’s not just about stockpiling resources—it’s also about where they choose to ascend." + +Max frowned. "Where?" + +Lyra smiled faintly, as if humored by his ignorance. "A Leveling Chamber, of course. Haven’t you heard of them?" + +Max shook his head slowly, and she sighed softly, as though explaining to a child. "Leveling Chambers are specially prepared sanctums. They’re like miniature worlds, sealed and reinforced with formations that mirror the laws of the outside world. Unlike secret domains, which have different rules and environments, Leveling Chambers are exact replicas of the real world. Which means when you break through there, heaven and earth won’t broadcast your ascension to the entire realm. Everything stays contained." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. ’So that’s the trick...’ + +"Every major force has them," Lyra continued. "And naturally, the Great Ruler Empire, being one of the Seven Overlord Forces, possesses many. They are reserved for geniuses and high officials who cannot afford their ascensions to be exposed." She looked at him pointedly. "Like you." + +Max exhaled in relief, a small smile tugging at his lips. ’So there really is a way to hide it.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1012.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1012.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..025c292 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1012.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1006: Legend Rank" +slug: "ch-1012" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1012 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1025 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With Lyra’s arrangements, Max soon stood before one of the Leveling Chambers in the depths of the Great Ruler Empire. It looked deceptively plain from the outside, like a smooth jade door etched with countless glowing runes. + +But the moment he stepped inside, he felt the difference—it was an isolated space, vast and boundless, yet stable. The very air hummed with balance, carrying the exact same feel as the outside world. No distortion. No false laws. + +It was perfect. + +Without wasting time, Max sat down at the center of the chamber. His body glowed faintly as he pulled out the cores he had collected. Power surged through him, his Three Dimensional Body mapping every fluctuation, his soul sharpening with the clarity of his Blue Soul, and his physique roaring as draconic essences stirred. + +Cracks appeared in his current realm, a storm building within his core. + +And then, with a thunderous breath—Max shattered the barrier. + +The world inside the chamber trembled violently, but the formations absorbed it all. Outside, no one felt a thing. But within... Max’s aura surged higher, brighter, heavier. His black flames roared. His sword concept sharpened. His body, reinforced by hundreds of draconic essences, trembled with new power. + +He had ascended to Legend Rank, well not completely. + +Inside the Leveling Chamber, Max sat cross-legged, his body trembling as the aftermaths of the breakthrough began. The still air of the chamber suddenly grew restless, ripples of energy cascading outward like waves breaking against the invisible walls of the sanctum. + +And then it appeared once more—looming behind him, blazing in ethereal light—the Divine Path Lotus with nine lotus petals which previously bloomed during Max’s previous leveling to Champion Rank. + +Its petals unfurled one by one, not the gentle blossoming of a flower but the thunderous blooming of fate itself. With each bloom, the chamber shook, runes on the walls vibrating as though they could barely contain the phenomenon. + +One... two... three... six in total. + +By the time the lotus stilled, it had gained twelve new petals, bringing Max’s total to twenty-one. + +Far away, in a monitoring hall linked to the Leveling Chamber, Lyra and Emperor Hermes both froze as they observed the phenomenon through the crystal projection. + +"Twenty-one petals..." Lyra whispered, disbelief flashing in her emerald eyes. "That’s already close to the final limit most geniuses in history ever reached at Divine Rank!" + +Hermes’s gaze was darker, heavier. His deep voice rumbled with both awe and concern. "Indeed. Even the most dazzling prodigies—those who shook the Middle Domain to its core—never surpassed twenty-five petals. For Max to already reach twenty-one now, at his very first step into Legend Rank..." He paused, fists clenched behind his back. "His potential... may truly surpass what this world can bear." + +--- + +But within the chamber, Max had no time to dwell on numbers. + +The sky above the lotus tore open, and from the rift descended the Wraiths of the World. + +They came as pure embodiments of the four elements he had grasped—Sword, Lightning, Flame, and Space. Each wraith was a colossal figure made entirely of elemental essence, carrying the weight of destruction and judgment. They descended with the might of third-level concepts, towering over him like executioners. + +Max’s heart tightened. He had hoped this time the wraiths would manifest at the fourth-level concepts, pushing him closer to true mastery. But fate had not granted him that challenge. + +Still, the trial was merciless. + +A storm of lightning split the chamber into blinding arcs. A flaming titan swung burning fists that melted even the reinforced floor. A sword-shaped phantom slashed endlessly, each strike carrying enough severing intent to cleave mountains. Space itself fractured into distortions, twisting the chamber into a maze of collapsing dimensions. + +Max gritted his teeth, his body roaring with draconic essence as he met them head-on. His Dragon Scales Transformation flared, black glowing scales shimmering with blue light. He countered lightning with his own storm, matched fire with black flames, fought the sword phantom with his severing concept, and bent space against space. + +Every strike shook him to his core. Every clash left him bleeding. Yet he endured. + +And then, finally—like smoke before a gale—the wraiths dissolved into nothingness. Their power scattered, absorbed by the chamber’s runic systems instead of flowing into him. + +--- + +Max slumped onto the floor, his chest heaving, sweat rolling down his skin. He felt the shift deep in his core, the unmistakable surge of power that marked his ascension. + +Legend Rank, First Level. + +He clenched his fists, testing the raw strength that coursed through him. It was immense, far beyond Champion Rank, but a bitter frown crept across his face. ’If I had been outside... if I could have devoured the energy of those wraiths like before... I could have reached at least the third level of Legend Rank instantly.’ + +Later, when he asked Lyra about it, her answer was calm but firm. + +"That’s the nature of a Leveling Chamber," she explained. "Its task is to let you face the wraiths without throwing the world into chaos. But because of that, the wraiths it summons dissolve once the trial is complete. They cannot be absorbed, no matter what methods you use." + +Max sighed deeply, leaning back in frustration. "So all that power... wasted." + +Lyra smiled faintly, shaking her head. "Not wasted. Without the chamber, your breakthrough would have alerted every force in the Middle Domain. Demons, traitors, enemies—you’d have been surrounded before you even finished. Surviving is worth more than three levels of strength." + +Max exhaled, forcing his tension to ease. She was right. For now, he would have to be content with First Level Legend Rank. + +When Max finally stepped out of the Leveling Chamber, his body still humming with the raw, untamed power of his new Legend Rank, he expected silence, maybe whispers of awe from the guards stationed outside. What he did not expect was the frantic rush of voices, the heavy air of dread that seemed to choke the very corridors of the Great Ruler Empire. + +He paused, sharp eyes narrowing, catching fragments of panicked conversations. + +"...fifty regions..." + +"...slaughtered, not a single survivor..." + +"...the demons have revealed themselves..." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1013.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1013.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e044526 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1013.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1007: Max’s Rage" +slug: "ch-1013" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1013 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1100 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s steps quickened, his instincts screaming. The moment he exited the sanctum, a messenger knelt before Princess Lyra and Emperor Hermes, handing over a scroll sealed with the emblem of the Hunter Association. + +Lyra’s face drained of color as she read, her hands trembling just slightly. Hermes’s expression, always calm, darkened into something thunderous. + +"Max," Lyra whispered, her voice unusually tight, "you should see this." She handed him the scroll. + +He unfolded it quickly, his eyes moving across the words. The blood in his veins turned to ice. + +The demons had stopped hiding. They had fully, openly revealed themselves. Not in whispers. Not in secret chambers. But in the most brutal, decisive way possible. + +They had conquered fifty regions in the southern Middle Domain. + +Fifty. + +The names written on the parchment leapt out at him like daggers: Greenwood Region—the home of the Void Soul Tower. Dark Cloud Region—where the Thunder Monarch Hall had reigned for centuries. And forty-eight others, swallowed like nothing. + +The Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall were gone. Their facades stripped bare. Their territories now nothing but bones under the demons’ banners. + +And worse—the reports stated that every human living in those fifty regions had been slaughtered. Every man, woman, and child. + +Max clenched the scroll so hard it nearly tore. His jaw locked, fury burning behind his eyes. ’Slaughtered... all of them... just to send a message.’ + +--- + +The entire Middle Domain had been thrown into chaos. + +Previously, the demons’ existence had been like whispers of smoke. A hideout here. A spy uncovered there. They had been specters, always hiding, always striking from the shadows. Now, they had marched into the open and planted their flag in blood. + +Fifty regions. Their territory. Their stronghold. Their declaration.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +The Hunter Association responded immediately. The very night the news spread, President William issued a war decree. For the first time in thousands of years, the notice was clear and merciless: War with the demons is official. + +The chosen battlefield was the Blue Rock Region, a borderland between the human-held territories and the newly conquered south. It was rich in open plains, jagged mountains, and endless stone valleys—a perfect crucible for a war of two races. Both sides could deploy armies without restriction. + +Blue Rock Region would be remembered in history. Either as the ground where humanity pushed back, or as the place where their doom began. + +"Millions of human lives have been lost..." Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and hollow as though the words themselves carried the weight of corpses. He sat on the edge of his bed, his back pressed against the cold wall, the dim light of the chamber flickering across his face. Before him, dozens of holographic screens projected reports, maps, images of burning cities, and lists of the conquered regions. Screams and static echoes from the recordings rang faintly in his ears. + +He stared at them, numb, the enormity of it pressing against his chest like a mountain. + +"Why does it feel like this...?" he whispered to himself, eyes burning with an ache he didn’t quite understand. "I’ve killed without hesitation before. Humans die. They’ve always died. Everyone, at one point, will die..." His hands tightened into fists, knuckles whitening. "Then why the fuck am I feeling so pissed? Why now?" + +The images of slaughtered towns and empty cities flashed again—streets soaked with blood, towers reduced to rubble, children and elders alike butchered. His teeth clenched so hard his jaw trembled. + +"These demons..." His voice cracked with raw rage as his eyes reddened, pupils glinting faintly like molten embers. A wave of violent energy surged from his body, crashing against the walls of the room. His aura darkened, leaking infernal energy unconsciously. "I will fucking kill them all!" + +The air quaked. The floor beneath his feet split with tiny cracks. His power boiled, threatening to tear the room apart. + +And then—he exhaled sharply, forcing the storm back into his chest. He gripped his arm tightly, closing his eyes. Slowly, painfully, he reined it in until the room fell silent once more. + +"First the Nulls," he muttered bitterly, his tone filled with exhaustion. "And now these demons..." His voice dipped, almost like a confession. "Even with my strength—I can only kill some Mythic Rank experts—I still can’t stop this war. I can’t stop millions from dying. I feel... powerless." + +He let his head drop forward, his voice breaking into a sigh. + +--- + +"You look like you’re in very deep thought." + +The words broke the silence like a bell. + +Max’s eyes opened, his head tilting up slightly as Lady Divine walked into the room. She looked radiant even in the dim light, her long blue hair shimmering faintly, her eyes filled with quiet wisdom. But her tone carried a hint of teasing warmth. + +Max straightened quickly, pushing himself off the bed. "It’s nothing." He waved a hand dismissively, though his eyes betrayed the storm still raging within. + +Lady Divine’s lips curved into a faint smile as she shook her head knowingly. "Nothing? Then why could I sense the infernal energy raging inside you from miles away?" Her tone was calm, but sharp, like a healer diagnosing a wound. "You were leaking it without restraint. If I could sense it, so could others. You’re lucky it was me who came here and not one of your enemies." + +Max stiffened for a moment, his gaze shifting away. He sighed, rubbing his temple. "...I let it slip." + +"Not just slip." Lady Divine’s eyes softened, but her words remained pointed. "You were drowning in it. Anger. Helplessness. Hatred. That’s when infernal energy digs the deepest into your heart—when you feel powerless but crave to tear everything apart." + +Max became silent for a moment. Due to her coming over to his room for the past three months, they had became very familiar with each other. She even often guided him on the path of soul cultivation and runes. + +He sat back down on the edge of the bed, his head lowered, his fists clenched so tightly that blood almost drew from his palms. His voice cracked with suppressed rage. + +"It’s just... so many humans were killed by these demons," he said, forcing the words out, his chest heavy. "And I—" his teeth ground, his face twisted with frustration, "—I find myself powerless to do anything. I feel like crap. Useless. In the face of this whole war." + +He looked up at her, eyes dark and red-rimmed. "Surely I can help when I reach Divine Rank... but wouldn’t everything be over at that point? Wouldn’t it be too late?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1014.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1014.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b056c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1014.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1008: War Kills People!" +slug: "ch-1014" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1014 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lady Divine stood silent for a moment, her blue hair gleaming faintly under the lantern light, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she sat down across from him, her eyes locking with his. Her voice, calm yet cutting, filled the room. + +"Everyone has their role in a war, Max. I have mine. You have yours." She reached out and patted his shoulder gently, but her tone turned iron. "And the first thing you must understand—war is not won by a single person, no matter how strong they are. War is a tide, and tides are turned by many currents, not one." + +Max’s brows furrowed as she continued. + +"You think yourself powerless? You’re wrong. Every person feels powerless in war. Even the strongest of us. I have seen men in Divine Rank cry in despair because they could not save a single city. But powerlessness does not mean uselessness. Do you know why?" + +She leaned forward, her voice hardening with each word. + +"Because in war, strength is not measured only by how many enemies you cut down. It is measured by the hope you give. The people fight because they believe someone like you exists. That someone stands at the front, growing, pushing forward. You call yourself useless—but to them, your existence is the promise that the human race will not kneel." + +Her words struck like hammer blows, each one resonating deep inside Max’s chest. + +"Listen to me well, boy." Her tone sharpened, no longer gentle. It became the voice of a sovereign, the voice of someone ranked among the strongest of the world. "War is cruelty. It devours lives without mercy. Millions will die, millions more will suffer. You cannot save them all—no one can. Not me, not Hermes, not even the Four God Nation. If you carry that burden alone, it will crush you, and then what? You’ll be another corpse rotting in the dirt. Is that how you want to help your people? By breaking under a weight you cannot carry?" + +Max stayed silent, his nails digging deeper into his palms, but his breathing steadied. + +Lady Divine’s eyes gleamed like frozen stars as she continued. + +"You want to save humanity? Then stop trying to save everyone. Focus on what you can save. Protect those you can reach. Grow strong enough to cut down those who threaten you. And when your strength surpasses theirs, only then will you save the masses. That is the path of war. That is the path of survival." + +She stood, her aura pressing on him like the weight of a mountain, yet strangely steadying at the same time. + +Max muttered his fists clenched hard but he nodded. + +"Good. Now, let’s go and heal her completely." Lady Divine’s tone softened, though her eyes still glowed with that same steady authority. "I believe there are only a few more rounds left. After that, all we need to do her is reawaken her elven bloodline from the sleep." + +Max nodded silently, his heart tightening with a flicker of hope. They walked toward Lenavira, who lay quietly on the bed. Her skin was still dark, her features still carrying the cold aura of her dark elf form, but her breathing was calm and her presence no longer felt unstable like before. + +Lady Divine raised her hands, her slender fingers glowing with threads of radiant light as she began weaving the runes in midair. Countless symbols, delicate and ancient, unfolded like a constellation of living glyphs around Lenavira’s body. + +Max watched as three large rune formations stabilized above her, while thousands of smaller ones spiraled and rotated in intricate sequences across her skin, pulsing like a heart. + +"Seal. Separate. Extract." Lady Divine’s voice echoed as the runes synchronized, their glow turning deep gold. + +At once, strands of writhing infernal energy began surfacing from Lenavira’s veins, rising like streams of dark-red mist. The energy hissed and twisted, fighting against the runes, but the formations held steady, binding it like chains of light. + +Max exhaled slowly, stepping forward. Without hesitation, he activated his Unholy Trinity Physique. His palm hovered just above her chest as the infernal energy surged toward him, sucked greedily into his body. It burned and thrashed, but the darkness was swallowed into the endless abyss within him, leaving no trace. + +This was not the first time they had done this. Over the past months, they had repeated this process so many times that Max’s body had grown used to devouring infernal energy like it was second nature. Yet every time he absorbed it, he could feel its corrosive nature—the way it wanted to twist, to devour, to consume his very mind. Only his unique physique and his iron will kept him stable. + +When the last of today’s strands vanished into him, the rune formations dimmed and folded into nothingness, dissolving like dust. Lady Divine wiped her palm lightly, her face showing no exhaustion, only calm precision. + +"Done." She stepped back, studying Lenavira carefully. "Her body’s reaction is improving with every round. She’s resisting the corruption on her own now. The elf’s natural affinity for purification is slowly awakening." + +Max nodded in relief, his eyes softening as he gazed at her resting form. Then his attention shifted to the fading traces of the runes. + +He had been watching carefully every time Lady Divine worked, his Blue Soul recording the flow, the shape, the resonance of each glyph. This time, he could see it more clearly—the rhythm of activation, the points where she shifted a rune’s placement, the subtle adjustments that stabilized the extraction. + +’I can almost see how it’s done,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing in focus. ’If I try hard enough, I could reproduce these runes myself with my Blue Soul. But... it would take a lot of practice before I can perfect them.’ + +Lady Divine glanced at him knowingly, a faint smile tugging her lips. "You’ve been studying my runes, haven’t you?" + +Max didn’t deny it. "They’re fascinating. Complex, but not beyond my reach. One day, I’ll be able to cast them too." + +Her smile deepened, carrying a rare note of approval. "That’s the spirit. Watch long enough, practice hard enough, and the path of runes will open to you. With your blue soul, you may even surpass me in the future." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1015.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1015.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2bc8b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1015.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1009: Failed?" +slug: "ch-1015" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1015 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The days blurred together in a steady rhythm—morning after morning, Lady Divine arrived punctually, her runes blazing across the room as she pulled out the writhing strands of infernal energy, and Max absorbed them into his body like a black hole swallowing poison. + +Each time the energy weakened within Lenavira, her breathing grew calmer, her body more stable, the violent fluctuations in her aura subsiding. + +By the end of the third month, the process was complete. The last trace of infernal energy was drawn out, dissolving into Max’s palm with a final hiss. The runes dimmed, vanishing like mist into the air. + +Lady Divine exhaled softly, her sharp gaze sweeping across Lenavira’s body. She ran her hand over the sleeping elf’s form, her senses probing every inch of Lenavira’s mana veins and soul palace. Her brows furrowed. + +"Strange..." she muttered, her voice unusually quiet. "With all the infernal energy removed, her elven bloodline should be healing itself by now. Her mana should be flowing freely again, and the slumber of her royal bloodline should have ended naturally. But..." she paused, pressing her palm lightly over Lenavira’s heart, "...for some reason, her bloodline is still dormant. It’s as if something deeper is keeping it asleep." + +Max stood beside her, his expression heavy. For months he had watched Lenavira’s suffering, doing everything in his power to cleanse her. Now that the corruption was gone, she should have been waking—but she still lay motionless, her skin black as obsidian, her silver hair dulled to grey, the mark of her dark elf form still clinging to her like chains. + +"...Then what’s the problem?" Max asked, his fists tightening. "If her bloodline’s free, why won’t she wake?" + +Lady Divine shook her head slowly. "There’s more at play here than infernal corruption. It’s just than I can’t seem to find anything wrong with her bloodline nor with her body. She is absolutely fine theoretically." She narrowed her eyes. + +Max’s jaw locked. He hated situations like this where he couldn’t understand the problem. + +"Let me try something," he said suddenly. His tone was firm, decisive. + +Lady Divine turned to him with a questioning look. "What do you mean?" + +Max didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer to the bed, his hand hovering just above Lenavira’s chest. His eyes closed as he reached inward. + +A golden radiance began to leak from his body, warm and brilliant, chasing away the cold aura of the dark elf form lingering in the room. His blood boiled with light, every heartbeat pumping out an overwhelming sacred aura. + +The Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. + +Golden lines spread across his arms, branching like rivers of light beneath his skin. His body itself became like a sun, glowing with pure sanctity. The bed, the walls, even the runes Lady Divine had left behind—all shimmered faintly under the glow of his bloodline. + +Lady Divine’s eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing. + +Max, his voice low but steady, recalled the words of the elven guardian he had met long ago, within the Nine Dragon Paintings in Obsidian Dragon City. + +She had told him that the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline and the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline were not separate at all, but two rivers flowing from the same divine source. One carried the power of sacred brilliance, the other of noble radiance. When the two bloodlines touched—when bearer met bearer—unexpected phenomena often occurred.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +And Lenavira... carried the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline. + +"If they really are connected," Max thought, his golden aura intensifying as he lowered his hand to her palm, "then maybe I can wake her bloodline myself." + +Max had never truly tested the words of the elven guardian before. He had always wondered if the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline he carried could resonate with Lenavira’s Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline. Now, faced with her fragile state—trapped in the abyss of her dark elf form—he no longer hesitated. + +Slowly, almost reverently, he extended his hand. His fingers hovered above hers for a heartbeat, then pressed lightly against her pale, unmoving hand. + +The response was immediate. + +A dazzling golden light burst forth from Lenavira’s body, spilling into the room like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Her hair, once dull and grey, shimmered as strands of liquid gold threaded through it, reclaiming its former brilliance. Her skin, blackened by the curse of her dark elf form, began to pale, returning to the luminous white of her true elven heritage. Her veins pulsed faintly with light, her bloodline stirring like a sleeping dragon woken from slumber. + +"Her bloodline... it’s awakening?" Lady Divine whispered in shock, her normally calm composure faltering. Her eyes narrowed, studying Max’s golden aura, then Lenavira’s shifting body. She could see clearly now—it wasn’t her runes, nor her arts. This was bloodline to bloodline resonance. + +And yet, she could not understand it. "How... how can a human’s bloodline awaken an elf’s? This shouldn’t be possible." Her tone was hushed but filled with disbelief. + +Max, however, didn’t dwell on her words. His lips curved faintly into a smile as relief washed through him. "Good... it’s working." His golden light grew brighter, wrapping both him and Lenavira in a radiant cocoon. At the same time, he felt something shift inside him. His own Sacred Bloodline trembled, like it too was evolving, undergoing a transformation he couldn’t yet name. + +But just as hope surged in his chest— + +Something went wrong. + +The golden light flickered. Lenavira’s transformation halted midway. Her golden hair dimmed back into ash, her pale skin blotched with creeping black lines. The radiant aura collapsed as quickly as it had risen. With a shudder, her body sank once more into the abyss of her dark elf form—her skin darkened completely, her hair turned lifeless grey, and her presence returned to that same corrupted silence. + +"No..." Max’s voice cracked, his expression darkening as his hand trembled against hers. "No! She was right there! She was almost back!" + +His chest tightened with a suffocating weight. He could still feel the faint echo of her bloodline reaching out, struggling to awaken—only to be smothered by an unseen force. His golden aura dimmed, his body shaking as despair gnawed at his core. + +"Why? How did this happen?!" His voice was raw, demanding, almost desperate. He turned to Lady Divine, his eyes burning. "Her bloodline was awakening. I could feel it. Then it just... stopped. Something pushed it down again. Why did this happen?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1016.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1016.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1c3047d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1016.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1010: Curse" +slug: "ch-1016" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1016 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1102 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lady Divine’s brows were tightly furrowed as she ran her hands over Lenavira’s form, weaving one rune after another, each formation dissolving and reforming in a different sequence. The soft golden glow of her runes washed over Lenavira’s body, illuminating every vein, every flow of mana, every pulse of her soul. + +"She’s... fine." Lady Divine muttered under her breath, her voice low but frustrated. "Her soul is intact. Her mana circuits are repaired. Her physical condition is normal. Everything checks out perfectly." She clenched her fist, her runes flickering. "And yet... despite all of this, her bloodline refuses to fully awaken." + +Max’s jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his voice cold. "Then what’s keeping her in this state? She should’ve already returned to normal the moment my bloodline pushed hers awake." + +"To be honest... I don’t know." Lady Divine finally admitted, her lips pressed thin. The words clearly grated on her—someone like her, who prided herself on mastery over soul, runes, and healing arts, saying I don’t know was like spitting venom. She exhaled sharply, her gaze never leaving Lenavira’s body. + +"This is my first time encountering something like this," she continued grimly. "I watched her bloodline stir—it was rising, responding to your bloodline. It should have awakened. But something—something unseen—pushed it back down. Something strong enough to resist even your bloodline resonance. But what?" + +Her voice grew quieter, her eyes narrowing in thought as she layered rune after rune over Lenavira, each one flashing in different colors—green, violet, silver, blue—each meant to detect different abnormalities. Still, they revealed nothing. + +And then— + +"It’s a curse." + +The sudden voice was neither Max’s nor Lady Divine’s. It came from behind Max, calm and steady. + +Max’s body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as a familiar presence emerged from his Dimension of Spirit. A light blue, amorphous figure floated beside him, its form shifting like liquid shadow. + +"Blob." Max’s voice lowered, his eyes flashing. + +Lady Divine froze, her sharp gaze immediately locking onto the spirit. Her lips parted in astonishment. "A... spirit?" She whispered, the runes around her flickering faintly as her concentration wavered. "You have a spirit dwelling in your body?" + +Max didn’t answer her directly. Blob’s sudden appearance was enough of a shock to her already. + +But Lady Divine—who had studied countless mysteries of the world—felt an odd pull toward the spirit’s presence. Unlike other spirits she had seen, Blob didn’t radiate a chaotic or wild aura. Instead, it carried a deep, almost ancient calmness, as though it had existed far longer than the world itself. + +"Are you saying..." Lady Divine asked slowly, her voice measured, "that her bloodline has been bound by a curse?" + +Blob’s voice was steady, but it carried weight. "Yes. Everything else you’ve said is correct. Her mana is fine. Her soul is fine. Her bloodline itself is fine. But something foreign—something dark—is pressing down on it. That is why, even when Max’s bloodline tried to awaken hers, it could only rise halfway before being suppressed again." + +"A curse?" Max frowned even more his expression darkening. Someone intentionally made sure infernal energy got into her system and now there was even a curse involved. Mad suddenly had a bad feeling about this. + +Blob’s formless body hovered lightly in the air, its surface rippling like liquid shadow. Then, without warning, a tendril-like hand extended from its mass and pressed gently against Lenavira’s forehead. + +The reaction was immediate. + +A deep red aura burst out of her body, rippling through the room like an explosion of blood mist. It spread across the walls, floor, and ceiling, turning the chamber into a suffocating sea of crimson. + +The moment the aura touched him, Max staggered. His heart lurched violently, and his mind was suddenly no longer his own. + +Joy. Rage. Sorrow. Fear. Love. Hatred. + +The emotions slammed into him like tidal waves, one after another, crashing and tearing at his sanity. Each one vivid, overwhelming, pulling him in directions he couldn’t resist. + +And then came the heart-demons. + +Life. Death. Lust. Greed. Obsession. Pride. Power. + +They twisted through his chest like serpents, whispering promises and lies. His breathing grew ragged, his fists trembling. His vision blurred red. For an instant, Max felt as if his soul itself was being dragged into a storm of madness. + +’This... this is—!’ + +"GRAAHHH!" The roar almost tore out of him. He could feel his body straining to break free, to lash out, to destroy everything around him. + +But then— + +From deep within, his Blue Soul pulsed. + +Like a cool tide, serene and absolute, it spread through his body. It washed over the raging emotions, smothering them. It silenced the whispers of greed, pride, and lust. It swallowed the storm of madness whole, restoring clarity to his mind. + +Max’s chest heaved as he gasped for breath, sweat dripping down his brow. His eyes flickered wildly before regaining calm. "...What was that?" he breathed, his voice low and shaken. He had been this close to losing control, to falling into berserk frenzy. + +Slowly, his gaze drifted back to the crimson haze still radiating from Lenavira’s body. His fists clenched tight. ’That aura...’ + +"Are you fine?" Lady Divine’s voice cut through, her tone unusually concerned. She had felt the red aura too, but unlike Max, she hadn’t been overwhelmed. A faint shield of runes glimmered faintly around her, keeping the worst of it at bay. + +"I’m fine," Max answered, straightening, though his voice still carried the weight of what he had just endured. His eyes locked onto Lady Divine and then Blob. "That red aura... it came from her. Is that the curse?" + +Blob’s shadowy form trembled slightly, its voice calm but heavy. + +"Yes," it said. "That aura is the mark of the curse. I just released a bit of the curse for you two to see. Anyone near it will be dragged into a maelstrom of emotions and heart-demons. And for her, trapped inside it, the torment is endless." + +Blob’s "hand" pressed firmer against Lenavira’s forehead as the red aura swirled like a storm. Its voice lowered, grave. "She was first corrupted with infernal energy. That alone was enough to push her into her dark elf state, to drive her berserk. But then, afterward, someone laid this curse upon her. A curse that shackles her very essence, ensuring that even if the infernal corruption is cleansed, she cannot return. Whoever did this..."𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +Blob’s voice darkened, almost vibrating with suppressed anger. + +"...was very cruel. They left her no path back to her elven self. No matter how she struggles, no matter how much she fights—this curse will drag her down every time." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1017.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1017.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8175042 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1017.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1011: Overflowing Rage" +slug: "ch-1017" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1017 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1112 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s face was carved in stone, his voice low and cold. "What type of curse is this? Is there a way to remove it from her body?" + +He wasn’t afraid of pain, but the momentary brush with that red aura had nearly ripped his mind apart. A few seconds had nearly driven him into madness. And Lenavira... she had been enduring this constantly. He couldn’t imagine the torment she must be suffering in silence. The thought of it clawed at his heart like knives. + +Blob’s formless body hovered, pulsing faintly. Its tone was heavier than usual. "I am not familiar with this curse," it admitted, "but I can tell you this much—it is not something born of human hands. The aura, the pattern, the weight of it... it reeks of Ascendants." + +Max’s eyes narrowed sharply. "Ascendants?" + +Blob nodded slowly, the shadowy mist of its form rippling as though echoing the gravity of its words. "Yes. Only Ascendants are known to manipulate infernal energy so freely. Only Ascendants... and Mark. If this curse is truly theirs, then it is no coincidence. This was deliberate. This was placed on her because of you." + +The words struck deep. + +Max’s fists clenched so tight that cracks rang out from the bones in his hands. His body trembled as violent killing intent spilled from him, thick and suffocating, filling the entire chamber with a blood-soaked aura. The floor quaked beneath his feet as if unable to bear his rage. + +But then, with visible effort, he pulled it back. Slowly. Painfully. His breath evened, his face dark and solemn. + +Inside, however, his heart had already carved the vow in steel: "I will eradicate every single Null, every Ascendant, every demon from this world. Until nothing remains." + +His hatred for the Nulls and Mark had long burned like a silent flame, but this... this had fanned it into a roaring inferno. + +Lady Divine sat quietly at his side, her face unusually grave. She didn’t speak. Her sharp eyes were unfocused, her brows furrowed in deep thought. She seemed to be piecing something together, connecting threads Max couldn’t see yet. + +Max turned toward her, about to ask for her thoughts, but he stopped himself. Whatever she was unraveling seemed important—too important to interrupt. He forced himself to remain silent, giving her the space to think. + +Then— + +"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" + +The sharp shrill beeping shattered the heavy silence. Max flinched, then cursed under his breath. + +Both Blob and Lady Divine snapped out of their thoughts, their gazes turning toward him. Lady Divine’s brows drew tight. "What happened?" + +Max looked down at his wrist, where his holowatch flashed violently with scarlet light. He gave an embarrassed smile, scratching the back of his neck. + +"I have set the holowatch to notification mode whenever there’s breaking news about the war," he explained. + +With a tap, the device projected a cluster of glowing holograms into the air. Dozens of floating articles, reports, and battlefield feeds unfolded around them, filling the room with scrolling text, flashing footage, and alarming red banners. + +Max leaned forward, scanning the headlines. + +And then his heart stopped. + +His face darkened instantly. His jaw locked, his eyes blazed with fury so thick it nearly turned tangible. + +The killing intent that poured out of him this time was different from before—heavier, darker, filled with grief and wrath intertwined. + +Rage. Unyielding rage clouded his mind. + +Bang! + +A surge of all four concepts at 3rd level roared around Max causing his entire room to explode into pieces. + +Only the part protected by runes to keep Lenavira safe was still intact. Other than that, the entire room was destroyed into smithereens. + +Whatever he had just read... it had pushed him beyond reason. + +--- + +The holowatch projections showed many things. Each one carried banners of crimson text, warnings, and alerts from news networks and Hunter Association broadcasts. + +--- + +[BREAKING: THE LOWER DOMAIN FALLS] + +"Reports confirmed—demonic forces have fully descended into the Lower Domain. Hundreds of millions of humans across all continents are under attack. The defense lines crumbled within hours, and many guilds and families that once flourished have been reduced to ash. The scale of the slaughter cannot be measured." + +It showed the footage of the chaos and destruction caused by the demons but there were only corpses of humans all around. + +"The guardians stationed at the Lower Domain were supposedly blocked by a Divine Rank demon. They couldn’t come to help the Lower Domain. They couldn’t protected the Lower Domain. Is the negligence of the Four God Nation lead to this? Or the demons were this much prepared that we were simply not in the game from the very beginning? Stay tuned for more information."𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +--- + +[VALORA CONTINENT ANNIHILATED] + +Grainy footage flickered across the projection. The skies over the Valora Continent were blackened with fire and wings. Gigantic demonic beasts tore through cities like paper. Thousands of humans—experts and mortals alike—screamed as towering, horned demons ripped them apart limb by limb. + +Entire cities were flattened. Villages burned. Even great cities, with defensive runes once thought impenetrable, fell like sandcastles against the tide. Demons laughed as they crushed children, feasted on corpses, and bathed in rivers of human blood. + +The article caption blazed: "Valora Continent is gone. No survivors confirmed." + +--- + +[MASSACRE FOOTAGE LEAKED] + +The next feed showed images so cruel Max’s hands shook with fury. A group of demons stood atop a mountain of corpses. They dragged a group of chained experts—elders, women, even children—and forced them to fight each other while the demons laughed, betting on who would live longer. + +When the humans fought desperately, the demons grew bored and set them all ablaze, their screams echoing across the entire region. + +Another clip showed demons feeding on still-living humans, tearing flesh with claws and teeth as if it were nothing. + +--- + +[HUNTER ASSOCIATION CONFIRMS: LOWER DOMAIN LOST] + +"The Lower Domain as a whole has collapsed. Hunter Association scouts confirm demonic presence in every major continent. The Valora Continent was the first to be completely erased. Human life is being extinguished like ants underfoot." + +--- + +[QUOTE FROM A SURVIVOR – ’WE WERE TOYS TO THEM’] + +The trembling voice of a young girl filled the projection, her face half-burned, tears streaking through the soot. + +"They didn’t see us as enemies. They didn’t see us as prey. We were toys. They laughed when we cried. They laughed when they killed us. They—" Her voice broke into sobs before the feed cut out. + +--- + +Every article carried the same message. The same horror. + +The Lower Domain or more precise Valora Continent was no more. + +The humans there hadn’t just been defeated—they had been slaughtered to pieces. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1018.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1018.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db2c292 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1018.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1012: Declaration of Challenge" +slug: "ch-1018" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1018 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1174 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s hands shook as the holograms surrounded him, showing city after city being wiped out, continent after continent falling in flames. His knuckles bled as his fists clenched, his teeth grinding until his jaw ached. + +The holowatch flickered again, projecting new sets of holographic articles into the room, each one more grim than the last. Max’s jaw tightened as his eyes darted across the glowing reports. + +--- + +[KING OF THE WEST FALLS – MAGNAR’S LAST STAND] + +The report opened with live-feed footage of the Western Region, its skies torn open with endless flames. A body once full of golden armor was now blood red with a hole in its chest. It was the body of King Magnar. He died fighting all the way to the demons. + +--- + +[EASTERN GUILDS ERASED – LAST DEFENSE SHATTERED] + +"Phoenix Order, Emerald Legion, Knights of Valor, Black Lotus, Lionheart Guild—five of the greatest guilds of the East joined forces in an unprecedented alliance to stop the demon onslaught. They gathered every elite they had, thousands of high-ranked cultivators, and even sealed a portion of their ancient treasures for this war." + +The feed showed scenes of destroyed strongholds of all these guilds. Hundreds of corpses all around the area. Death all around. + +"Their combined might was legendary, but it wasn’t enough. The demons swarmed like an ocean, their numbers endless. One guild after another fell until none remained. Not even ashes were left behind. The East Continent, once the safest haven of the Lower Domain, has been painted in blood." + +--- + +[SOUTHERN REGIONS – FIRST TO BE ERASED] + +The next report displayed maps of the Southern Domain, all of them marked with red flames. + +"The Southern Regions were the first to fall. Reports indicate coordinated attacks by multiple demon armies striking simultaneously across all Southern Continents. Defensive formations lasted less than a day before being shattered. Cities fell within hours. The South was annihilated before the rest of the Lower Domain even had a chance to react." + +A witness statement scrolled across the screen: + +"We thought our barrier could withstand them. It lasted less than ten breaths." + +--- + +[THE NORTH NEVER FOUGHT – WHERE WAS THE WITCH?] + +The most chilling article came last. + +"The Northern Domain is the most mysterious of the Lower Domain, ruled by the Witch of the North—a woman feared and revered for centuries. Her mere presence was said to be enough to keep the forces of darkness at bay. But when the demons descended... she never appeared." + +The feed displayed haunting images of abandoned northern citadels, their people left defenseless. The demons swept across them like locusts, unchecked and unchallenged. + +"Without the Witch of the North, the northern defenses crumbled without resistance. Millions were slaughtered, cities erased, and no one knows why the Witch was absent in humanity’s darkest hour." + +The caption burned across the screen: "Did the Witch betray us? Or was she already gone?" + +--- + +Note: All these footages were taken from the drones of the Lower Domain. By the time we got the notice about the destruction of the Valora Continent, a day had already passed. + +--- + +Max’s body trembled as all the holograms hovered around him—the death of King Magnar, the slaughter of the Eastern guilds, the annihilation of the South, the silence of the North. + +Valora Continent wasn’t just defeated. It was erased from existence. + +His fists clenched until blood dripped down his palms, his aura flaring like a storm ready to consume everything around him. Infernal energy began to leak once again from his body. + +--- + +The holowatch suddenly shifted again. The room went dark as the projection sharpened into a video feed, flickering with static before it stabilized. + +At first, it was only the broken ruins of the Valora Continent—cities in flames, corpses piled so high they formed mountains, rivers turned red. The sky was choked with smoke, and twisted demonic shadows prowled through the ruins. + +Then the feed jerked violently, the view spinning. The perspective settled when the scouting drone was snatched from the air by a massive clawed hand. + +Two towering figures loomed into view. They were identical twins—demons with pitch-black skin glistening like obsidian, twin sets of horns curling from their heads, and eyes glowing like molten gold. Their grins were wide, mocking, their sharp fangs gleaming with fresh blood. + +The first demon held the drone up to his face, his expression dripping with malice. His deep, guttural voice rattled through the recording: "Isn’t this one of those human toys? The devices they use to record their pitiful little world?" + +The other demon leaned in, his laughter coarse and chilling. "Yeah. And from the looks of it... it’s still recording. Hah! How convenient." + +Both burst into cruel laughter, their voices echoing across the hollowed ruins behind them. + +The first demon tilted his head, addressing the drone directly as though speaking to every human watching in the Middle Domain. "Good. Let’s give them a little show. Humans of the Middle Domain... guess what I heard today? While we were tearing apart this continent, drowning it in screams and fire, some of these pathetic humans whispered a name. They thought a savior would come for them. They thought a ’hero’ would descend from the skies and save their worthless lives." + +His grin widened, eyes narrowing like a predator’s. "That name... was Max." + +The second demon laughed even louder, leaning so close his demonic features filled the projection. "You should have seen them. That fragile hope flickering in their eyes... only to turn into despair when no one came. When their so-called hero never arrived." + +The first demon’s voice deepened, filled with venomous glee. "That’s when I realized something. Max Morgan. That’s what they called him. Isn’t the human race’s genius with the strongest potential also called Max?" + +He spat, the saliva sizzling as it hit the burning ground. + +Then he leaned closer, his grin stretching unnaturally wide. "Enough of the made-up dramatics. I’ll tell you this straight. We destroyed this continent. We slaughtered every human on it. We turned their bones into dust and their screams into music... all for one reason." + +Both twins spoke in unison now, their voices overlapping into a bone-chilling echo. + +"To show your entire race... that your so-called genius with the strongest potential mean nothing to us demons, Max Morgan, means NOTHING. And with this we, the twin devils, hereby declare a battle with Max. I am sure you are watching this and I am sure you will be accepting my challenge because I destroyed your home." + +It was then one of them added. "Oh, just so you know we did all of this, destroying this small continent and killing all these humans just to challenge you in a high profile way. I hope you like our present. Remember to come to the Black Rock Region. We will be waiting for you." + +The drone shook as their laughter roared through the recording. The feed cut with static, but the sound of screams and cruel laughter lingered for several seconds longer before silence fell. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1019.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1019.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..92bb33c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1019.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1013: Max’s response" +slug: "ch-1019" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1019 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +That particular video feed spread like wildfire across the Middle Domain. Within hours it was everywhere—circulating through various forces, empires, and guild halls, replayed endlessly in extranet, communication channels, and even broadcast runes. No one could stop talking about it. + +And why wouldn’t they? The fall of Valora Continent was no trivial matter. An entire continent wiped out. Every soul, every city, every clan—obliterated by the hands of demons. What shook people even more was the reason behind such devastation. The twin demons had slaughtered millions, not for conquest, not for resources, but for something far more outrageous—they had done it merely to challenge one human, Max. + +The implications were terrifying. To the demons, human lives weren’t even worth counting. Valora’s destruction was nothing but a stage set for their amusement, a way to bait a single opponent. That insult carved deep into the hearts of the Middle Domain’s people. The rage simmered everywhere—in taverns, in force training grounds, in imperial palaces. + +"Those monsters... they don’t see us as living beings at all." + +"They slaughtered a continent just to call out one youth. How long are we supposed to endure this humiliation?" + +Across the domain, voices rose, discussions burning like wildfire. + +What made it even more shocking was the identity of the youth at the center of it all. Max—who was already recognized as the strongest genius of humanity’s current generation—wasn’t born in the Middle Domain at all. He came from the Lower Domain, a place most regarded as little more than backwater soil. For many, that revelation stirred a mix of emotions: disbelief, admiration, even shame. + +And now the eyes of the entire Middle Domain turned toward him. Would he accept the demons’ challenge? Or would he turn his back and ignore them? + +The debate consumed every corner of society. + +Some voices argued fiercely against it: + +"He can’t accept. This is nothing but a trap. The demons are cunning—they’ve lured him out by striking where it hurts most. If he goes, he’ll fall right into their hands." + +"Exactly. He’s our strongest hope. If Max dies recklessly, humanity’s future dies with him." + +But others, burning with fury, spoke just as loudly in the opposite direction: + +"Trap or not, can we just sit here? An entire continent was slaughtered before our eyes. If even Max doesn’t act, then who will? Are we just supposed to cower in our cities forever?" + +"We’ve been far too passive in this war! Look at us—always waiting for the demons to make their move, always reacting after the blood has already been spilled. If things continue like this, humanity will be erased piece by piece. We need someone to change the momentum." + +"To hell with fear! Max must fight. He must kill those twin demons and show the world that humanity isn’t weak prey." + +The clamor grew so intense it seemed to shake the domain itself. The humans were divided—between caution and desperation, between fear of losing their last hope and the hunger to strike back after years of humiliation. But one truth remained constant: all eyes were on Max. His decision alone would set the tone for humanity’s next step in this endless war. + +And so, from the greatest forces to the humblest villages, from the imperial courts to the darkest alleys, a single question echoed everywhere. + +What would Max choose? + +*** + +Max stood trembling in the center of his room, his body quaking as if it could no longer contain the storm building inside him. Infernal energy poured out of him in violent waves, hissing against the walls like flames starving for fuel. His teeth clenched, his breath came ragged, and his fists shook so hard that blood trickled down his palms where his nails dug into flesh. + +"I will slaughter them all," he muttered, voice thick with venom. His eyes glowed scarlet, pupils thinning into demonic slits. "I will devour them alive." + +His transformation happened in an instant. The once-white strands of his hair bled into a deep, hellish crimson, glowing faintly like molten metal under pressure. Every pulse of his aura screamed rage. The room itself trembled, shadows dancing madly on the walls. + +Lady Divine, who had just stepped inside, froze at the sight. Even she—a woman who had seen countless horrors in her long life—was caught off guard. Max’s sudden shift, drenched in pure infernal energy, was nothing short of terrifying. Yet there was no time to dwell on her shock. She raised her voice, firm but carrying urgency.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +"Max, you have to calm down. This is exactly what the demons want. It’s a trap, set down to lure you out and kill you. If you charge in blindly, you’ll throw your life away." + +Max’s head snapped toward her. His eyes, glowing red like burning coals, locked onto hers. His voice came out low, trembling with fury. "Are you kidding me?" He took a step forward, every word like a knife in the air. "All the people I cared about in my life... every last one of them died fighting these demons. And you want me to think carefully?" + +His aura flared, making the floor tremble beneath his feet. "Here’s what’s going to happen," he growled. "I’ll slaughter those twin demons first. And then I’ll march into their damned war and slaughter all of them until nothing remains. Not one. Not a single trace." + +He took another step toward the door, his rage carrying him forward. But the moment his foot touched the ground again— + +Boom! + +A crimson cube of runic force erupted around him, closing in from all sides. The air buzzed as the barrier sealed tight, locking him in place. Its translucent walls shimmered with glowing symbols, humming with the strength of Lady Divine’s power. + +Max spun around, his glowing eyes narrowing dangerously. "What are you doing?" he asked, his tone eerily calm despite the flames raging inside him. The calm before a storm. + +Lady Divine exhaled heavily, her usual serenity shadowed by regret. "I can’t let you go. You’ll die out there, Max. Why don’t you understand this?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-102.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-102.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c23afa1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-102.md @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 102: Battle to Rescue - 3" +slug: "ch-102" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 102 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1300 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Abby, what is this?" Veylin questioned her, his tone authoritative. + +Abby shrugged, glancing at Allen. "It seems our source was wrong about him." + +"Damn it," Veylin cursed aloud. + +"So, what do you want me to do about this kid?" Jessica asked, pointing at Max. Since they had determined that this kid wasn’t a Voidwalker, they wouldn’t need him anymore. + +Veylin turned his venomous gaze on Max and gave the order. "Kill him." + +"Hehe, I will then." Jessica smiled pleasantly. + +Anton frowned upon seeing that. Since Max wasn’t a Voidwalker, he didn’t want him to die just yet. A genius like him wouldn’t come easily to their guild. + +"Hehe, how’s it going here?" + +Just then, black flames erupted around the scene, and many individuals clad in black cloaks with black lotus symbols appeared, one after another, led by two eye-catching figures. + +One was a lady with black hair wearing a mask, and the other was a man with deep yellow hair. He also wore a mask. Their strength was at level 8 and level 9 of Adept Rank, respectively. + +The atmosphere shifted with their arrival. The Black Lotus guild was known for its notorious nature, and their bold entrance would only mean trouble. + +Anton’s face darkened upon seeing them. "What is the Black Lotus guild doing here?" he asked solemnly. + +The man with yellow hair and the mask gazed at Anton and chuckled. "Believe me, I’m on your side today." + +"What do you mean?" Anton asked, sensing something was off. + +"Hehehe," the man in the mask chuckled and turned to Veylin. "The son of the Young Monarch has come all the way to the East Region, but I guess you’ll be very disappointed today." + +He added with a sneer, "You didn’t find the Voidwalker." + +Veylin’s expression turned dark. "Are you mocking me?" + +The man smirked. "Indeed. What can you do about it?" + +Veylin glanced at him deeply and asked, "I know the Black Lotus guild doesn’t act without reason. So tell me, what are you here for?" + +The man smiled and pointed at Max. "Someone paid a very hefty sum of money to make sure nothing happens to Max Morgan." + +A cold smile appeared on Veylin’s face. "I see. Well, you’re a bit too late." + +The man smiled back. "Am I?" + +As the two of them played with words, Max found the situation perfect for escaping. + +Although he was curious about who would spend money to hire the Black Lotus guild just to ensure he wouldn’t die, he couldn’t care less about it at that moment. + +’The Black Lotus guild is indeed very mysterious,’ Max thought, glancing at the man and woman in masks, along with the other cloaked figures who had come with them. + +However, his expression turned serious as he once again felt the same familiar sensation from them that he had experienced with a member of the Black Lotus back in the Burning Wilds dungeon when they were targeting Alice. + +’What is this feeling of familiarity?’ Max wondered curiously. ’Is it the black flames they used?’ The only thing common between him and them was the black flames. Other than that, he couldn’t tell anything that would make him feel familiar with them. + +’Whatever… It’s time to escape this cube.’ Max looked around and noticed that Jessica seemed to be on high alert against the masked woman from the Black Lotus guild. + +He had been assessing the cube since the moment he entered it, and only after seeing Jessica use her abilities to form pointed needles and containers from it did he learn of its weakness. + +Seeing that nobody was paying attention to him, Max moved toward Alice and held her tightly. + +Then, he used his Abyssal Coating skill on both hands and punched down. The Abyss Coating coating skill had nullify effects so anything formed from mana was useless against this skill. + +Shatter! + +The cube shattered like glass, and Max and Alice fell. + +But before anyone could react, Max took Alice and appeared beside Anton. His speed was a blur to everyone. + +Everyone was shocked. Many generals had fought for a long time, trying to free Alice from their grasp, but they failed. However, a kid who had recently gained unimaginable fame had done it in a few minutes. + +"How did you—?!" Jessica exclaimed, her tone full of shock. She simply couldn’t comprehend how someone at level 3 of the Apprentice Rank could break out of her cube. + +Veylin’s face became even gloomier after seeing that. They had already failed once, and now the circumstances were leading to the failure of another. + +"Hehe, this kid is indeed the genius with the most potential in the East Region," the man in the mask smiled, seeing that he didn’t even have to do anything to free Max. + +"Max, you…!" Anton was also shocked. + +Max handed Alice to him and said solemnly, "Take care of her." + +Anton gently held his sister and nodded in understanding. Flaming wings sprouted from his back as he shot into the sky with her. + +"Five, stop them," Veylin glanced at Five and ordered. + +Five also shot into the sky, sending an arc of red light toward Anton. + +But someone was even faster than him and appeared before Anton and Alice. It was Max. He took out his sword and deflected the arc of light toward a nearby building. + +Bang! + +The building was completely destroyed by the arc of light. + +Using that opportunity, Anton flew into the distance. + +But he was soon followed by Abby and Billy. However, they were also blocked by some people. It was Nash and the general from the cavern—the duo’s previous opponents. + +"What’s the hurry? We haven’t finished our business yet," Nash smiled, looking down at them, disdain evident in his voice. + +"Tch." Abby clicked her tongue in frustration, seeing that they were blocked by her previous ’enemies.’ + +"You think you two can stop me all by yourselves?" she growled at them as her aura began to rise. + +"What if we were to join too?" Erica and Elena appeared beside Nash just then. + +Abby’s expression darkened upon seeing more people blocking her path. "You…" She pointed at Elena. "I work with your brother, so don’t interfere in my task." + +Elena said coldly, "It doesn’t matter who you work with. Alice is a friend, and since you’re trying to kidnap her, I must stop you." + +Abby frowned at her response. She hadn’t expected Allen’s sister to be so stubborn. + +Meanwhile, Allen only watched the situation with cold eyes. It seemed he wasn’t keen to join any side at the moment. + +Veylin, on the other hand, became gloomy. The situation had spiraled out of his control in just one moment. + +He flew into the sky and turned to Five. "Kill him," he ordered. + +With those words, he himself chased after Anton. + +Max glanced at him flying away and used his strongest skill, the one he currently possessed. + +"Celestial Tempest." He raised his sword high and swung it down. + +Thousands of wind blades descended from the sky, each slicing through the air with deadly precision, converging on Veylin. The relentless assault formed a storm that swirled around him, engulfing him entirely in its chaotic eye. + +"What is this?!" Veylin roared, frustration dripping from his voice. A spear materialized in his hand, its sharp edge gleaming with power. He swung it furiously, deflecting one wind blade after another, each clash echoing through the air like a battle drum. + +Yet no matter how many he blocked, the barrage showed no signs of ceasing. The wind blades kept raining down, unrelenting, as though the storm itself had decided he would not escape its wrath. + +Veylin’s movements grew more frantic, his spear becoming a blur as time passed, but the storm seemed infinite, intent on tearing him apart. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1020.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1020.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90cfec5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1020.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1014: Lady Divine’s Purpose" +slug: "ch-1020" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1020 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1009 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max slammed his fist against the barrier, the impact ringing through the chamber. His voice cracked with a mix of fury and despair. "What is there to understand, damn it?!" His whole body shook as he shouted. + +His hands pressed against the glowing surface, the infernal energy around him writhing violently like it wanted to break free. Tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes and spilled down his cheeks. "Everyone I grew up with—the people I respected, the ones who helped me when I was nothing, the ones who stood by me—they were all in Valora Continent. And now they’re gone. Slaughtered. Burned out of existence!" + +His voice broke. The anger in his tone twisted into pain, raw and unbearable. "And you want me to just act like nothing happened? To sit here, locked away, while their killers laugh and mock us?" + +The tears streamed freely now, each one carrying the weight of a continent lost. His friends, the elders, the countless familiar faces of the Lower Domain—every memory stabbed into him with merciless precision. He bowed his head, his crimson hair falling into his eyes, his shoulders trembling as he pressed his forehead against the barrier. + +In that moment, Max wasn’t just a monster of infernal energy. He was a grieving boy, crushed beneath the weight of guilt, rage, and loss too heavy for his young shoulders to bear. + +"Max," she said more softly now, her tone changing from command to plea. "I am not telling you to do nothing. I am telling you to calm down. Do you not understand? If you rush into their trap now, you will die. And if you die, then what was the sacrifice of the Valora Continent for? What about Lenavira? What about the ones still alive who need you? Will you abandon them too?" + +Max froze for a moment, her words stabbing through his rage like daggers. His shoulders trembled, his breath ragged. But then his eyes hardened once more, the flames roaring around him. + +"I can’t abandon them. Not this time. Not again." His voice was low, shaking, but every word carried iron. "Every time I’ve chosen to hold back, every time I’ve chosen to stay in the shadows, more people have died. I won’t let it happen again. Even if I die, I’ll take those bastards with me." + +Lady Divine closed her eyes for a moment, sighing as though the weight of centuries pressed down on her. She could see it clearly—the boy was breaking, not because he was weak, but because he was carrying too much. His grief was becoming his weapon, and also his greatest danger.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +"Max," she whispered, her voice like a mother’s to a furious child, "you are not alone in this war. Do not burn yourself to ash before it truly begins." + +But Max only pressed his hands against the runic prison, his tears glowing in the crimson light, his whisper echoing like a vow: + +"I will slaughter them all. Every last one. Until the word ’demon’ is nothing but a forgotten curse." + +Lady Divine’s gaze lingered on Max, unblinking, searching. His eyes glowed a piercing red, his hair burned like liquid fire, and the infernal energy swirled around him in endless waves. She had seen countless cultivators consumed by their own darkness before, but Max... Max was different. + +It unsettled her. + +For as long as she could remember, infernal energy had only ever meant one thing—the unshackling of the darkest impulses buried inside the human heart. Rage. Anguish. Hatred. Bloodlust. To wield it was to surrender yourself to its nature. That was the truth she had seen again and again. And yet here stood Max, radiating everything infernal energy was supposed to bring out, but at the same time... untouched by it. + +He trembled with anger, yes. His grief was sharp and his intent to kill palpable, yes. But none of it consumed him. None of it twisted him into a beast. Instead, he was calm in his fury, lucid in his despair, his pain still tethered to compassion. The contradictions burned in her mind. + +He was in control. + +Completely. + +Just like one other man she had encountered in her long life. A memory she had tried to bury. For a moment, her chest tightened, a trace of fear creeping into her otherwise tranquil heart. + +"This is a very huge matter, Max," she finally said, her voice calm though her heart felt anything but. "I can’t let you do whatever you want here." + +Her words seemed to hang in the air, battling against the infernal aura that pressed against the walls of her prison. + +"I may not fully understand your grief," she admitted, her tone softer, her eyes flickering with something almost like pity, "but I do know this is hard for you. Still, I cannot stand by and let humanity’s greatest genius throw his life away. Not when the one who currently bears the title of strongest genius is nothing more than a cowardly fool—watching from the shadows, refusing to act while the world burns." + +Her eyes narrowed, her voice gaining weight as she continued. "Let’s be honest with ourselves. The demons caught us off guard. Their infiltration was so deep, so thorough, that had it not been for you, we would have been blind to their schemes until it was far too late. You were the one who tore open their disguise, who revealed their plots. And because of that, I can say with certainty that this war against the demons... will only grow worse for us humans from here on." + +A long silence followed, but Lady Divine pressed on. "That’s why, when Hermes came to me seeking help for an elf—asking me to restore her from her dark elf form—I volunteered. It wasn’t just about Lenavira. It was about you. From that day, I decided to keep an eye on you, to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless. To stop you from making a mistake that could end not just your life, but our hope as a race." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1021.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1021.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a858630 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1021.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1015: Collective Decision" +slug: "ch-1021" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1021 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s aura flared, pressing harder against the cube, but his expression did not waver. Slowly, he raised his head, his crimson eyes locking with hers, steady as a blade resting on her throat. His voice was calm, but the sharpness within it cut deeper than his rage ever could. + +"Are you alone in this?" he asked. + +The words hung in the air like a challenge, quiet but merciless. + +"Of course not." Lady Divine’s voice was calm, but her eyes carried a hint of steel as she answered his question. "It isn’t only me. This is the unanimous decision of the Four God Nation, the Hunter Association, the Obsidian Order, and the rest of the Seven Overlord Forces." + +She held his gaze firmly. "You are very important for the human race, Max. Even more so now that the demons have declared open war against us. That is why I cannot, under any circumstances, allow you to go out there and throw your life away. Please... try to understand this." + +Her plea was calm, almost gentle, but the words struck Max like chains tightening around his neck. + +For a long moment he said nothing. He only stood there, crimson eyes glowing, the red aura of his infernal energy growing thicker—spreading, curling around his body like a storm ready to explode. His shoulders shook faintly as the fury boiled inside him, and then, finally, he spoke. + +"Why," Max said, his voice low and dangerous, "does everyone think I am just a pawn to be controlled?" + +His gaze cut into her like a blade. + +"Mark was the same. Lucien was the same. That witch was the same. You—" he stabbed a finger toward her, "and all the other leaders of the human race are the same. And to some extent..." his voice cracked faintly, his aura trembling with it, "even my sister was the same. Always. Always I am just some pawn. Used when needed. Tossed aside when not. And I..." His teeth clenched, his aura flaring sharper. "I am sick of this." + +Lady Divine’s face darkened at his words. "It’s not like tha—" + +"Do you think I don’t understand this!?" Max’s roar cut across her voice like thunder. His shout made the red runes of the cubic prison tremble faintly. + +His crimson gaze locked onto her with terrifying intensity, his words laced with pain and fury. "I once thought... even for a moment... that you might understand me. When you advised me to stand still, to hold myself back against the raging wars, I thought you were sincere. I thought maybe, just maybe, you cared about me beyond what I could do for you. But now..." His voice rose again, filled with fire. "...now I realize it was all just a facade. Another layer of control. Another leash to stop me from fighting back. Another trick to cage me." + +His hands shook violently as his aura roared. "I am truly sick of this!" + +Bang! + +Max’s fist slammed into the glowing wall of the red cubic prison. The impact rang through the chamber like a thunderclap. But the result was humiliating—like striking a mountain with bare flesh. The prison absorbed the blow effortlessly. Only faint ripples spread outward across its surface before vanishing into stillness. Nothing broke. Nothing yielded. + +Max stood there, his chest heaving. His rage burned hotter. His infernal aura writhed violently, and his eyes glowed like embers caught in a storm. + +Then, with a snarl, he raised his right hand. His palm shimmered, shifting into a radiant white glow—the power of Void Coating spreading across his arm, layering it with a sheen of void energy. His fingers curled into a claw as he turned back toward the wall of his prison. + +"Break," he hissed. + +Bang! + +His glowing hand smashed into the red wall. Sparks of light and runes flared violently on impact. The prison shuddered as if it had been struck by a world-crushing hammer. The sound rattled through the room like an earthquake. + +And yet... + +The result was the same. + +The cubic barrier only rippled, its runes trembling like water under pressure, before returning to stillness. The wall stood unbroken, untarnished. + +The power of his fury was not enough. Not yet. + +Max’s chest rose and fell sharply, his breath ragged, his crimson eyes burning even hotter as the silence that followed pressed down like iron. + +"Don’t sweat it," Lady Divine said, her tone steady, unshaken by his rage. "This prison is made of runes designed specifically to hold Divine Rank experts. Not peak Champion Rank, not Mythic Rank. Divine Rank. You can’t possibly break free of this until and unless I allow it." + +Her words fell like a cold reminder of his limits, but Max seemed deaf to them. His shoulders trembled, veins lit with red lightning as he coiled his fist again and slammed it into the barrier. + +Bang! + +Once more, the crimson surface rippled harmlessly. No cracks. No damage. Only futility. + +Lady Divine’s gaze softened for the first time. "Only those who have reached mastery in the Divine Rank—those at the Seventh Cycle or higher—could hope to shatter this prison," she continued calmly. "Even then, they would bleed for it." + +Her eyes, however, were no longer fixed on Max. They were looking skyward, her expression darkening. + +A heartbeat later, the air above them split with streaks of light. Figures descended swiftly, robes fluttering like banners of authority. They landed with the weight of mountains surrounding the courtyard. + +Hermes, his imperial robes flowing, aura restrained yet heavy. + +Princess Lyra, her face pale with worry, her emerald eyes fixed on Max with both relief and guilt. + +Behind them, many elders of the Great Ruler Empire stood solemnly, their presence thunderous. + +And among them—President William, his bearing grim, Elder Liam at his side. Both men’s eyes carried the sharpness of seasoned veterans, yet even their gazes wavered when it fell upon Max. + +The crowd collectively looked at the crimson cube. They saw Max inside, hair turned deep red, eyes glowing with fury, infernal energy swirling like a curse around his body. Shock flickered across their faces, but relief quickly followed when they realized he was contained. Lady Divine’s prison held firm. + +They all knew. They all understood. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1022.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1022.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57e8bdc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1022.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1016: Caged Up" +slug: "ch-1022" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1022 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s gaze swept across them—Hermes, William, Liam, Lyra. His lips curled into a bitter smile. "Did you all know about this?" His voice dripped with accusation, but also carried a tinge of desperate hope. Hope that someone—anyone—would deny it. + +But silence answered him. + +The weight of it pressed heavier than chains. + +Max’s laugh rang out, harsh and broken. "Of course you knew. Of course you’re all in this together." His fists trembled at his sides, lightning cracking. + +"The team from the Four God Nation will arrive here tomorrow." Hermes said, his voice low but firm as he glanced at Lady Divine. The weight behind his words made the entire chamber fall into a brief silence. + +Lady Divine nodded lightly, her calm eyes carrying a faint trace of regret as she turned to Max. "We are sorry for this, but you and the other Heaven Grade geniuses have already been arranged to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. Until that moment arrives, I cannot allow you to act freely. If I don’t restrict you, I fear you will throw yourself into unnecessary danger." Her palm shimmered faintly, and Max could already feel the suppressive runes tightening around him. "So, I can only make you immobile." + +Max’s jaw tightened. He didn’t bother answering her. He simply glanced back, cold and unreadable, but deep in his chest he felt the familiar burn of distrust flaring stronger. In this whole damned world, he truly felt like no one could be trusted. + +--- + +He was moved to another chamber later, but even this so-called "room" was nothing more than a prison cloaked in elegance. The red cubic prison Lady Divine had created surrounded him entirely, its translucent walls carved with faint runic patterns that pulsed like veins of blood. They didn’t bind his body, but they locked his freedom all the same. He knew she didn’t want him to slip away and go after his enemies before the time came. + +Blob stayed with him inside, floating restlessly, his round form occasionally shifting in color. Lenavira lay unconscious on the bed to the side, her breathing shallow but steady. Before Hermes and William had left, she had whispered to Max in secret, telling him that she had found a way to remove the curse—but the situation hadn’t allowed her to say more. + +The thought lingered in Max’s mind like an itch he couldn’t scratch, making the bitterness in his chest deepen. It only added to his growing suspicion. No one here was worth trusting. Not even those who smiled kindly. + +That night, silence hung heavy over the room. Max sat cross-legged on the floor, his back straight, his hands resting loosely on his knees. His hair, usually a dark shade, was still burning with that strange red hue, glowing faintly under the flickering lights. The infernal energy around him didn’t calm down—it grew thicker, sharper, almost like a living flame crawling across his skin. Each breath he exhaled came out with a faint ripple of scorching heat. + +"Max, you should calm down a bit and return to your normal form," Blob finally spoke, frowning as he hovered closer to the glowing red walls of the cubic prison. His small eyes reflected the ominous aura swirling around Max. "Your infernal energy is growing deeper by the second. This isn’t normal." + +Max opened his eyes slowly. They glowed faintly with that same crimson burn, his voice flat and detached when he replied, "You don’t need to worry about that." + +Blob’s expression darkened. "Don’t play it off. The last time you tried this... you know exactly what happened." His tone was firm, his usually casual demeanor absent. + +But Max didn’t say anything. His eyes drifted past Blob, fixed instead on the runic walls of the cubic prison, as though he was reading something beyond the naked eye. + +Blob sighed, his frown deepening. "I know you’re in control of your infernal energy. I’ve seen you train in that form countless times. You’ve gotten good at it, no doubt. But I’ve also seen what happens when you try to keep it for too long. Don’t make the same mistake again." His voice carried a rare trace of pleading, but also stern warning. "Switch back before it’s too late." + +Max finally turned his head, his crimson eyes sliding toward Blob for just a second. But he didn’t answer. His mind was elsewhere—somewhere far away, buried in darker thoughts that even Blob couldn’t reach. + +Just at that moment, the heavy silence in the room was broken. The door creaked open, its faint sound echoing inside the prison chamber. A soft breeze slipped in through the gap, carrying with it a trace of cool night air. + +Max’s eyes, glowing faintly red beneath his lowered lashes, shifted toward the doorway. + +Princess Lyra stepped inside, her royal robes trailing lightly behind her. Her expression was complicated—caught somewhere between guilt and determination. For a moment, she hesitated as her gaze fell on Max seated cross-legged within the glowing red cubic prison. + +"I... am sorry," she finally said, her voice quieter than usual, almost trembling. "But this was the only way." + +Max didn’t move. His crimson eyes stayed locked on her, silent, unyielding. + +Lyra bit her lip, guilt flashing across her face. She took a small step closer, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I know what you must be thinking—that we betrayed you, locked you away like some criminal. But you don’t understand." + +Her voice grew steadier as she continued, forcing herself to explain. "Those twin demons that challenged you—we investigated them. And what we found..." She paused, exhaling slowly. "Their strength is at the peak of the Mythic Rank. You must realize what that means, Max. I know you’re extraordinary. I know you can fight above your rank. But you don’t understand how wide the gulf becomes at that level. In Mythic Rank, a single level isn’t just a step forward—it’s as vast as the entire Legend Rank put together. The very purpose of Mythic Rank is to build and store power, layer by layer, enough to impact the life and death cycles of the Divine Rank itself." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1023.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1023.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d02739d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1023.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1017: A Little Talk with Lyra" +slug: "ch-1023" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1023 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1049 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Her words echoed in the chamber like a lecture from history itself, heavy with reason and warning. She pressed on. + +"This is why even those geniuses who reach Mythic Rank young—some in their eighties or nineties, which is already considered remarkable—don’t rush. They take centuries. Many only attempt to step into Divine Rank when they’re six or seven hundred years old. Some wait until they’ve lived a full thousand years. Because they know—one mistake at that stage means eternal damnation." + +Her voice dropped lower, and her eyes darkened. "And those two twin demons... they’ve been at the peak of Mythic Rank for over a thousand years. Waiting. Accumulating power. Do you understand now? If you rush toward them recklessly, you won’t be avenging anyone—you’ll just be throwing your life away." + +Max’s lips curled into a bitter laugh. It wasn’t amusement. It was scorn. "So according to you, I should sit quietly. Train obediently for thousands of years. Pretend like nothing happened. Pretend like the ones I cared about weren’t butchered in front of me. That’s what you expect me to do?" He leaned forward, his voice like ice cracking across the floor. "This is bullshit." + +The infernal energy around him flared suddenly, the red glow of the cubic prison flickering against his aura. His eyes burned brighter, stabbing straight into Lyra’s. "These demons killed everyone I cared about in this damned world. And you—" he jabbed a finger toward her without standing, "you want me to wait, to ’train’ like some obedient child? Do you even believe the words coming out of your mouth?" + +His laugh turned sharp and cold. "And don’t talk to me about doubting my strength. None of you—none of you—understand a damn thing about it." + +He rose to his feet now, infernal flames licking faintly around his form, casting sharp shadows against the walls. "Lady Divine—she knows how to cure her." His gaze slid to Lenavira’s still body on the bed, his voice turning razor-edged with fury. "She knows how to remove the curse. She knows how to wake her. But her answer? That it wasn’t the right time. That the current situation didn’t allow it. + +His aura surged violently, pressing against the runes of the cubic prison until they trembled. "And what do you think that means?" + +The air turned heavy. Lyra’s eyes widened, her breath caught. She stumbled a step back, shaken not only by the fury in Max’s words but by the storm of infernal power that shook the very room. + +"I... I didn’t know," she whispered, her voice breaking. Her face went pale, shock flashing in her eyes as she stared at Lenavira’s unconscious figure. "I truly... didn’t know about this." + +"She wants to control me using Lenavira as leverage." Max’s voice was low but it carried the weight of thunder. His eyes glowed an even deeper crimson, and the infernal aura around him pulsed violently against the red runes of the prison cube. "She knows I would do anything to save her. Anything. And now she’s using that to restrain me." + +His lips curled into a bitter smile, the kind that made the air itself feel heavy. "And the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Looking at the current situation, I can’t help but feel that it was her all along. That she was the one who forced Lenavira into this cursed state. That it was her who pushed her into the dark self." + +His laughter was cold, humorless, echoing against the walls like a blade dragged across stone. "The answer was right in front of me this whole time. And yet, like a fool, I kept asking why the Ascendants suddenly decided to come after me. Why they suddenly seemed so intent on breaking me." His fists clenched. "First she drives Lenavira into this nightmare... then she plays the role of a savior, offering her help, wrapping it all in her holy words, just so she can keep her eyes on me. Just so she can tighten the leash." + +Max’s gaze snapped back toward the door, his voice sharpening. "If this is what you call protecting me, then I don’t need it. Not if the cost is my friends. Not if it means watching them suffer just to keep me in chains." + +Princess Lyra flinched. She had thought she was prepared for Max’s anger, but the raw pain laced in his words cut deeper than any blade. Her lips trembled, yet no words came out. She wanted to refute him, to say Lady Divine would never stoop so low. But under Max’s glare, the conviction in her heart felt brittle. Doubt seeped in where certainty had once lived. + +"If you truly see me as a friend," Max said at last, his tone softer but infinitely heavier, "then save Lenavira first. That’s all I want." He sighed, a sound filled with exhaustion rather than surrender. + +Lyra swallowed hard. Then her eyes hardened with resolve. "I will go and ask Lady Divine about this myself." Her words were firm, but her voice betrayed the weight she carried. Without giving Max a chance to reply, she turned and hurried out of the room, her footsteps fading quickly into the silence. + +The moment the door shut, the atmosphere inside the prison chamber shifted. A suffocating tension spread across the air, thick enough to choke. The red glow of the cubic runes flickered with Max’s unstable aura, each pulse sharper than the last. + +For a long time, no one spoke. Then, Blob’s voice broke the silence. "You know... Lenavira was already in her dark elf state before you ever revealed your potential to the world." His tone was steady, but there was a trace of quiet concern beneath it. + +Max tilted his head, crimson light reflecting in his cold eyes. He gave a slight shrug, his expression dark and indifferent. "I don’t care. What I know is simple—she has the means to help Lenavira, yet she chooses not to. That alone makes her my enemy." His voice hardened, each word carrying the weight of an oath. "And I have no doubt she intends to use Lenavira as a bargaining chip. A chain to control me." + +The flames around him flared again, the runes of the prison groaning under the pressure. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1024.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1024.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04bb79f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1024.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1018: Arrival of the Four God Nation" +slug: "ch-1024" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1024 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What are you going to do?" Blob finally asked, breaking the silence that had been gnawing at the room. His small form drifted closer, eyes narrowing with worry. After a pause, he added carefully, "I’d suggest calming down first. Think through this situation properly before you do something reckless. That Lyra girl—whatever else she might be hiding—wasn’t lying about the twin demons. If they’re really at the peak of Mythic Rank, then you don’t stand a chance. Not now. That’s not an insult, Max—that’s coming from me, someone who knows your full strength better than anyone." + +Max turned his head slowly, his crimson eyes burning with a quiet, simmering rage. He stared at Blob as if the words were smoke drifting past him. Then, his lips parted, voice steady but sharp. + +"Do you think I’m not calm enough? Does this look like I’m losing control?" His aura flared briefly, pressing against the runes of the cubic prison, but his voice remained measured. "No. I am calm. Too calm, maybe. And I’ve already thought this through—long before tonight. I want to slaughter those demons. Every last one of them. I want to wipe their existence from this world." + +His fists trembled as his eyes glowed even brighter, the infernal energy around him rising like a storm barely contained. "Do you know what’s worse than losing everyone I cared about? It’s knowing that they all died because of me. That my existence, my power, my curse—whatever the hell you want to call it—was the reason they were slaughtered. The people of Valora Continent. My friends. The ones I swore I’d protect. Gone. And every time I close my eyes, I see it. The guilt—it’s crushing me. I can’t breathe under it. I can’t live doing nothing with this weight pressing down on my chest." + +His voice cracked, crimson tears threatening to fall. His jaw tightened as he forced the words out. "You don’t know what this feels like, Blob. I feel pathetic. Worthless. Like a piece of shit who couldn’t keep anything safe. And above all of that..." His hand clenched so tightly the veins stood out along his arm, and his voice dropped to a near whisper. "There’s this ever-growing desire to kill. A fire that won’t go out. It’s been raging in my heart since that day, eating me alive. I can’t ignore it. I can’t control it. I can’t live with it." + +The tears finally slid down his cheeks, burning against his skin like molten glass. + +Blob stayed quiet for a moment, watching his friend break in front of him. Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he nodded firmly. "You know what? Fuck them all. I’m with you, buddy. I’ve seen you grow, seen everything you’ve endured. And seeing you like this—broken, suffocating—I feel pathetic too. So go ahead. Do what you want. Chase what your heart demands. If it’s slaughter you want, then let the world drown in blood. I’ll be right here. Watching. Standing with you. And if you die..." His voice softened. "At least you won’t die alone."𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 + +Max inhaled sharply, his shoulders trembling as he reached up to wipe the tears away with the back of his hand. He gave Blob a single nod, a faint shadow of gratitude flickering through his red eyes. + +"So..." Blob asked quietly, though the tension never left his tone. "What are you going to do? Because let me remind you—this prison you’re in... it isn’t something you can break with your current strength. Not as you are right now." + +Max’s expression darkened, the flicker of gratitude vanishing under cold resolve. His voice came out flat, yet heavy with intent. "I know. And I already have something in mind. I’ve been planning it since the moment they locked me in here." + +Blob gave a slow nod. "Alright. Then you focus on that. I’ll keep an eye on Lenavira. Whatever happens, she won’t be left unprotected." + +Max glanced at Lenavira’s unconscious figure on the bed, his crimson eyes softening for the briefest moment before hardening again. He lowered himself back down to the floor, crossing his legs, and shut his eyes. His aura pulsed once, then slowly sank inward, condensing. + +And then he resumed. The same silent, grim task he had been repeating for hours—the one that gnawed at the runic prison with every breath, every thought, every ounce of infernal will he poured into it. + +*** + +The next day dawned heavy with anticipation. The arrival of the delegation from the Four God Nation stirred the entire Great Ruler Empire. Guards lined the palace halls, attendants bowed in silence, and the air itself seemed to grow warmer as flames rippled faintly through the grand corridors. + +The visitors came from the Phoenix God Nation. Their presence alone carried an oppressive majesty—robes embroidered with flaming phoenixes, every step steady and confident. At their head walked a middle-aged man with long crimson hair that flowed down his back like a waterfall of fire. His expression was calm, almost regal, but there was no mistaking the weight of authority he carried. This was Aden Fireborne, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation. + +Beside him, a young woman walked with her head slightly lowered, her eyes troubled. Alice. Her crimson hair shimmered under the light filtering through the palace windows, but her usual arrogance was absent. Instead, there was only unease. + +She finally broke the silence. "Father... I know what you are doing is for Max’s protection. I understand that. But he won’t like this treatment. You’re locking him away, treating him like a danger instead of trusting him. If anything, this will only make him angrier. It will make him hate the Four God Nation." Her voice trembled slightly at the end, the worry in her tone impossible to hide. + +Aden glanced at her, his steps never faltering. His calm voice filled the hall, steady as stone. "I know, Alice. Do you think I don’t understand that boy’s temperament? But you must also understand—this decision doesn’t rest solely in my hands. It is the unanimous agreement of all the leaders of the Middle Domain. When a thousand voices rise in unity, a single disagreement means nothing. Even if I stood against it, nothing would change." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1025.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1025.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1810b47 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1025.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1019: Gone" +slug: "ch-1025" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1025 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1131 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Alice bit her lip, her expression darkening further. She wanted to argue, but she knew he was right. Her father was powerful, but he was not above the collective will of the Middle Domain’s rulers. In the end, her disagreement would have been drowned out, ignored like a ripple in a vast ocean. + +Yet her heart remained heavy. She could only hope Max wouldn’t grow to hate the Four God Nation for this. She knew him too well. She knew his stubbornness, his refusal to bend, his burning pride that refused to forgive betrayal. And that was what this felt like to him—betrayal. + +Alice lowered her gaze, her fists tightening at her sides. She had forced her father to bring her along on this journey. She couldn’t sit idly by, not after everything that had happened. When news of the Valora Continent reached her ears, she had cried for days. The memories of that place cut into her like knives. + +Valora had been different. It wasn’t like the Four God Nation, where every smile carried calculation, where every "friendship" came with strings attached to her identity as the princess of the Phoenix God Nation. In Valora, she had found real friends. People who laughed with her, ate with her, teased her—without ever caring about her background. Without bowing or flattering or treating her like porcelain. + +And now... all of them were gone. Slaughtered. Burned out of existence. + +Her chest ached as she thought of Max. If it hurt her this much, what must it have done to him? He had lived there. He had grown up with those people, fought for them, bled for them. He had lost everything. + +Because she understood that, she understood the state Max must be in now. His rage, his despair, his guilt—they weren’t difficult for her to imagine. That was why she couldn’t stay behind. That was why she had insisted on coming. + +No matter what happened, she had to be there. For him. + +The delegation of the Phoenix God Nation was escorted through the glittering corridors of the imperial palace until they arrived before the Hall of Elders. The hall itself was vast and majestic, its ceiling lined with golden arches and its walls etched with runes of protection and authority. A dozen figures were already waiting within—Emperor Hermes himself at the forefront, along with the seated elders of the Great Ruler Empire. + +As Aden Fireborne and his entourage stepped inside, every elder stood in unison, their voices echoing together in solemn greeting. + +"Welcome, Grandmaster Aden." + +Their respect was evident not just in their words but in the slight bow of their heads. + +Lady Divine, however, did not rise. She remained seated in her chair at the side, her slender fingers delicately holding a porcelain cup of tea. She sipped leisurely, unbothered, her calm eyes sweeping over the newcomers. Princess Lyra stood near her, but unlike Lady Divine, her face was clouded, her expression dark and uneasy. + +Aden Fireborne, the crimson-haired ruler of the Phoenix God Nation, nodded faintly at the greeting. His presence burned with quiet authority, the aura of one who commanded nations. "Hmm. Hermes... Divine. Take me to Max," he said evenly, his deep voice carrying no excess emotion. + +Lady Divine set down her cup with a soft clink. "Are you still angry that we chose this course of action?" she asked, her tone light, almost teasing. "You were the only one who stood against it." + +Aden’s expression didn’t shift, his calm unbroken. He shook his head. "I still don’t believe caging him until the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain opens is the right choice. But what’s done is done. The decision was unanimous. I was one voice against thousands, and my protest meant nothing." + +"Oh?" Lady Divine arched a brow, her calmness faltering for just a breath. She had expected fiery resistance, but his composure surprised her. "Well, in that case... let us go to Max." + +The group moved together through the winding halls. The room assigned to Max wasn’t far from the Hall of Elders—deliberately chosen for convenience. And though he had been confined within Lady Divine’s red cubic prison, the chamber itself was arranged luxuriously, without chains, guards, or visible security. It was a concession meant to soften the weight of imprisonment, a trick to make him feel less like a prisoner. + +Lady Divine was the first to step inside, her white robes brushing against the polished floor. Aden followed closely, his daughter Alice at his side, with Hermes and the other elders trailing behind. + +But the moment they entered, everyone froze. + +The room was empty. + +The bed was neatly made. The floor was spotless. The walls hummed faintly with residual energy, but there was no trace of Max, Lenavira, or Blob. It was as though they had vanished into thin air. + +Aden’s brows furrowed sharply. "Huh? Where is he?" His calm tone cracked for the first time, his eyes scanning the chamber with piercing focus. + +Lyra’s hands clenched at her sides, her heart dropping. "How... how is this possible? I was here last night! He was here. He was right here. How could he just disappear?" Her voice was tight with disbelief, panic seeping through. + +Hermes’s expression grew grave, but it was Lady Divine whose face changed the most. Her usual serenity shattered as her gaze fell upon the corner of the room where her cubic prison had once stood. The faintest traces of broken runes lingered there, flickering like dying embers. + +Her face darkened, her lips tightening into a thin line. "He is gone," she said coldly, her voice low and sharp. + +The room went silent. Every eye turned toward her. + +"What do you mean, gone?" Aden demanded, his red hair flicking as he straightened, his voice heavy with authority. The elders too leaned forward, unease thickening in the air. + +Lady Divine’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tense. Each word was spat with rare ugliness. "Max... has escaped." + +"Escaped? Are you kidding me?" Emperor Hermes scoffed, his voice echoing sharply in the empty chamber. His expression twisted with disbelief as he turned toward Lady Divine. "Your runes are the strongest in the entire world. Stronger than any runes, stronger than any binding technique. Even if I were to be locked inside one of your prisons, I would find myself completely helpless. And you’re telling me Max—at his current level—simply broke free? Impossible. He isn’t strong enough to shatter your runic prison." + +Lady Divine didn’t reply immediately. She remained seated where she was, her usually serene expression faintly clouded. Her gaze wandered across the room, settling on the faint traces of broken runes etched into the ground where the red cube had once stood. Her silence was telling—her mind clearly turning back to something Max had said long ago. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1026.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1026.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ae440a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1026.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1020: Max’s final words" +slug: "ch-1026" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1026 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1184 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Aden Fireborne, who had been silent until now, narrowed his eyes. His voice carried the weight of fire and authority. "Divine... what’s going on? How did Max break through a runic shield that even most Divine Rank experts wouldn’t be able to touch? Explain." + +Finally, Lady Divine exhaled softly, setting her teacup down with care. "I don’t think he broke it by force," she said, her tone calm yet edged with gravity. "I think... he dismantled my runic prison by comprehending it." + +The hall fell silent. + +Aden’s brows furrowed deeper. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice solemn, unwilling to accept such an outrageous possibility without clarity. + +Lady Divine’s eyes flickered with memory. "When I was treating his friend, Max said something peculiar. He told me he was able to understand my runes. He even claimed that, given enough time, he would be able to replicate them himself. At the time, I dismissed it. I thought he meant centuries of study. I believed he would need lifetimes of dedication before even scratching the surface of my work." She shook her head slowly, her face tightening. + +Turning her gaze to the vacant spot where Max once sat imprisoned, her voice grew heavier. "But from the looks of it... I vastly underestimated him. He didn’t just study them. He comprehended them fully. Enough to unravel the foundation of the runes without triggering resistance or chaos. That level of mastery... only happens when one’s control of runes stands on equal ground with mine." + +A sharp intake of breath swept through the hall. The elders exchanged looks of open disbelief, their eyes wide. Even Aden’s calm composure flickered, his gaze narrowing sharply. + +Because they all knew the truth. Lady Divine might appear youthful—like a woman in her forties at most—but beneath that appearance was one of the oldest living figures in the Middle Domain. For centuries beyond count, she had dedicated herself solely to runes. Studying, refining, and transcending them until she reached heights no other had touched. Her mastery was the result of endless years of obsession. + +And yet Max, a boy who had only begun receiving her guidance three or four months ago, had accomplished something inconceivable. He had not only grasped her runes but dismantled them—her prison, a structure that could bind even Divine Rank experts—without leaving so much as a ripple of disturbance. + +It was nothing short of monstrous. + +The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of fading energy in the room. Every elder present could only draw in a breath of cold air, their hearts shaken. Max hadn’t simply escaped. He had proven himself capable of stepping into a realm of comprehension that defied common sense. + +Lady Divine’s lips curved into a faint smile, though even she could not hide the trace of disbelief in her eyes. "Even though I guided him here and there on the path of runes and soul power... I never imagined he could dismantle my prison so cleanly. This guy... he’s a complete freak of a monster." Her voice carried a mixture of awe and resignation. + +She knew exactly what it had taken her to reach this height. Centuries of painstaking dedication, endless failures, sleepless years of pouring herself into the mysteries of runes. All of that time and torment, and yet this boy—this boy who had only walked the path for four months under her casual guidance—stood on the same level as her. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. And it was humiliating.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +To still her doubts, she slowly released her soul power, letting it seep through the room to see if perhaps she had overlooked some hidden clue. + +Swish! + +The air rippled, and suddenly a rune at the center of the chamber lit up, glowing with a soft, eerie brilliance. Before anyone could react, the glow coalesced into a figure—a young man with flowing red hair and eyes like burning coals. + +"Max?!" Alice gasped, stepping forward, her heart skipping a beat. + +Lady Divine raised a hand calmly, her expression steady. "No. That’s an illusion rune. He left this behind." + +The figure flickered once, then lifted its head. The eyes locked onto them all, burning with controlled fury. When it spoke, the voice was unmistakably Max’s—sharp, cutting, and filled with a weight that silenced the room. + +"Lady Divine, I’ve had enough time to think about the situation you forced me into. And I’ll admit it—you were right about one thing. Maybe I’m reckless. Maybe I needed time. But that doesn’t give you the right to cage me like an animal. I hate this. I hate it from the bottom of my heart." + +The elders shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his voice pressing down like chains. + +Max’s figure continued, his words only growing colder. "And what I hate even more... is someone threatening me with my friend. You told me you had a solution to save Lenavira, but you never said what it was. You turned your back and walked away, leaving her to rot. Why? Why didn’t you save her? Were these four months of you ’treating’ her nothing but a lie? Were you keeping her in this state just to keep me here? Or is there something you’re still not telling me?" + +Lady Divine’s hand trembled faintly against her teacup. + +Max’s holographic eyes burned hotter, his expression grim. "I thought about it. I thought about it for hours. And in the end, I came to one answer. You finally figured out how to remove the curse from her body, didn’t you? But you didn’t tell me. Why? Because you wanted to control me through her. You knew I would do anything to save Lenavira. After all, you’ve known me for four months—long enough to judge my character. And when the moment came, when you had the chance to awaken her, you refused. Not because you couldn’t—but because of your ulterior motives." + +His figure shook its head, the bitter smile on his lips more painful than anger. "I hate this. I hate this more than you can imagine. Why didn’t you tell me? I trusted you. I believed you would help me awaken Lenavira. But I was wrong again. Trusting people has always been my mistake." + +A pause stretched in the air like a blade poised to strike. + +"Don’t come looking for me. Not unless you want another problem at your hands—one far more dangerous than demons or nulls." + +With those final words, the rune shimmered once before dissolving into sparks of fading light. + +Silence crushed the chamber. + +No one spoke. No one dared. + +Alice stood frozen, her chest aching as though someone had driven a knife into her heart. She was worried about Max and now Lenavira too. She couldn’t understand how she came into all of this. + +Emperor Hermes clenched his fists, his face twisting with a mixture of fury and dread. + +Aden’s expression was grim, though a flicker of something—pride, or perhaps understanding—lingered in his eyes. + +The elders looked at one another, pale, shaken. + +And Lady Divine... Lady Divine only stared calmly in the air, her thoughts unknown. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1027.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1027.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5373e8d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1027.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1021: Coming down to the Lower Domain" +slug: "ch-1027" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1027 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Valora Continent was no more. + +What once stood as a land of bustling cities, proud guilds, and vibrant human life was now reduced to a nightmare of ruin and silence. The sky hung low and gray, choked with ash and smoke that still rose from smoldering wreckage. The very air reeked of death—thick with the metallic stench of blood and the sickly sweet rot of corpses left unburied. + +The ground was littered with the bodies of men, women, and children. Human corpses sprawled everywhere, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the void. Limbs torn apart, torsos shredded, bones cracked open—blood and entrails painted the earth in grotesque shades of red and black. Some clutched broken weapons, their hands still stiff in death, as if refusing to let go of their final act of defiance.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +The land itself bore the scars of destruction. Massive craters pockmarked the earth where demonic power had struck, each one filled with stagnant pools of crimson rain and ash. Forests were reduced to charred wastelands of skeletal trees. + +Rivers ran red, clogged with the bodies of the fallen, their waters no longer clear but thick with rot. Even the mountains in the distance looked broken, as if the very bones of the continent had been shattered. + +This was not a battlefield that had ended. It was an extermination ground. A massacre so complete that life itself had been erased from the land. + +This was the Valora Continent. + +A continent once brimming with humanity, now nothing more than a scar on the world. A graveyard stretching endlessly, silent and accusing. + +Max’s figure floated high above the Valora Continent, his body suspended in the smoky air, his crimson eyes fixed upon the land below. From this height, the full scope of the devastation spread endlessly before him. + +Where once lay a thriving continent—filled with cities, guilds, forests, and life—now stretched nothing but ruin, corpses, and silence. The faint breeze carried the stench of blood and ash even this high, stabbing into his senses with merciless clarity. + +’Everyone is dead...’ + +The thought echoed hollowly in his mind. His chest tightened, his heart heavy as if wrapped in chains of guilt. ’They all died because of me.’ The truth carved into his bones with every passing second. The continent, once vibrant, had been turned into a graveyard simply because demons wanted him. + +He closed his eyes briefly, and with a deep breath unleashed the power of his Three Dimensional Body. Invisible ripples spread across the continent as his perception expanded, blanketing mountains, rivers, cities, and ruins. His soul sense scoured wide and far, searching desperately for life—any life. + +But all he touched were remnants of death. Shattered souls clinging faintly to corpses. Pools of resentment that lingered like ghosts. + +And scattered within the ruins, faint flickers—officials from the Middle Domain, those who had come only after the massacre was already over. Too late. Always too late. + +Max’s fists clenched, his knuckles whitening. The guilt suffocated him, every breath a reminder of his failure. + +Then, as his gaze shifted eastward, something caught him. His perception swept across the East Region, the place where the inner guilds and hidden clans had once stood tall. His Three Dimensional Body blanketed the ruins, tracing the outlines of collapsed guild grounds, broken palaces, and shattered fields. And yet—his heart began to race. + +’I can’t see them...’ + +He scanned again, forcing his perception deeper, wider. ’I can’t see any of the corpses of Amelia... or the others.’ + +The realization struck him like a blade. His heart hammered violently in his chest, his breath catching. Could it be? Had they escaped? Or was it something worse? + +Unable to bear uncertainty, Max’s body blurred into motion. A streak of red lightning cut through the broken skies as he shot across the continent, the wind howling in his ears. + +He stopped only when he reached the West Region. His perception surged outward again, covering every ruin, every crevice of land. What he found nearly made his knees buckle. + +Before him lay the unmistakable corpses of King Magnar and the elders of the Sun Palace. Their once-proud figures were nothing more than broken shells, scattered among the ruins of their palace halls. The blood-soaked banners of the Sun Palace hung in tatters, their golden suns darkened and smeared with gore. + +Max’s eyes tightened, grief twisting into something sharp and venomous. But as his perception reached further, scanning the destroyed guild grounds, something gnawed at him again. + +Aelric. Jack. The others. + +Their bodies were nowhere to be found. + +Max’s eyes widened, his crimson irises trembling with disbelief. He hovered there, silent, as his aura pulsed violently around him. + +’Why...? Why can’t I see them either?’ + +A storm began to rise within him, a mixture of hope and fear. If their corpses weren’t here, then where were they? + +’Could they still be in the Tower of Truth?’ + +The thought struck Max like a ray of light breaking through endless storm clouds. His crimson eyes flickered, and for the first time since stepping onto the ruined Valora Continent, a spark of genuine relief burned in his chest. His lips parted ever so slightly, whispering to himself in disbelief. ’If they are... then at least... at least my friends survived this disaster.’ + +But just as the weight began to lift from his shoulders, another thought slithered into his mind, poisoning that fleeting sense of relief. + +’Did the twin demons not touch the Lost Continent?’ + +The question made his expression darken. And then, as though pulled from the depths of his memory, an image surfaced in his mind—Lucien. That aloof figure sitting idly in the Elven Kingdom of the Lost Continent, calm as though the chaos of the world had nothing to do with him. + +With Lucien there, Max realized, the demons wouldn’t dare step foot in the Lost Continent. They would stay far away. They would avoid him at all costs. + +Max’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale. His teeth ground together. ’Lucien...’ The name was like acid in his mind. ’Lucien could have stopped the attacks on Valora. He had the power. He could have intervened. But he chose to do nothing.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1028.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1028.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e25cd30 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1028.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1022: Back To the Lost Continent" +slug: "ch-1028" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1028 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1048 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A fire ignited in Max’s heart, a hatred so sharp it carved through his grief. He didn’t want to blame anyone but the demons—they were the butchers who destroyed his world. But the fact that the strongest human alive had turned his back, had simply watched while millions were slaughtered, gnawed at him like a rot. To ignore it was unbearable. + +His rage bled into his aura. Scarlet flames erupted around his figure, and with a sharp crack, two enormous wings of blood-red light unfurled from his back. They glistened like blades of burning crystal, spreading wide enough to blot out the light above him. + +With a powerful beat of those wings, Max’s body surged upward, cutting through the clouds like a comet of rage. + +He soared high into the sky, his figure trailing a scarlet brilliance, heading straight for the Lost Continent. + +When he arrived, the sight before him only fueled his conflicted emotions. The continent was peaceful. The forests were lush, untouched by fire or corruption. Human cities thrived quietly alongside the graceful halls of the elves. + +Children ran through cobblestone streets, their laughter echoing in the distance. Farmers worked their fields. The rivers were clear and shimmering with light. It was as though war had never touched this land at all. + +Max’s jaw tightened. ’The twin demons really didn’t attack the Lost Continent...’ + +Suppressing the storm inside him, he descended toward the towering structure that pierced the horizon—the Tower of Truth. Its golden spire shimmered faintly under the sun, sacred and eternal. As his figure neared, he unleashed his Three Dimensional Body, scanning every inch of the tower, every chamber within its vast, mysterious depths. + +And then—relief washed over him like a tide. His eyes softened, his chest loosening from the suffocating grip of guilt. Inside the tower, he saw them. Amelia. Jack. Aelric. The others. All alive. All safe. Each of them sat in deep meditation, their minds immersed in the comprehension of laws within the Tower of Truth. They were untouched by the massacre of Valora, protected within this sanctuary. + +Max exhaled shakily, his wings trembling behind him. For the first time since the destruction, a massive weight lifted from his heart. + +Without hesitation, he descended further, pushing open the concealed passage leading to the tower’s secret chamber. As the heavy doors slid open, golden light poured out, warm and sacred. Inside, a figure formed, woven from the very essence of the tower’s energy. + +"Max," the figure greeted him, its voice both ancient and kind. The golden humanoid body of the Tower Spirit stood tall, radiating wisdom. "You are here again." + +Max’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the golden figure shimmering before him. The chamber pulsed faintly with sacred light, yet the heaviness in his chest refused to leave. + +"Did anything strange happen while I was away?" he asked quietly, his tone calm but edged with caution. + +The Tower Spirit’s golden form flickered once before shaking its head. "Everything has been fine since you left," it replied evenly, its voice smooth and echoing faintly within the walls of the chamber. + +Max gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. He lingered in silence for a few breaths, then finally asked the question that had been gnawing at him. "Do you know about the demons who invaded our world more than ten thousand years ago... even before the nulls descended upon us?" + +The Tower Spirit’s eyes gleamed faintly. "I do." + +The firmness of that answer surprised Max, though he kept his face steady. His fingers curled at his sides as the spirit continued. + +"They did indeed invade our world," the Tower Spirit said, its voice gaining weight. "It was a war unlike any other—ruthless, merciless. But humanity managed to prevail. The demons were pushed back. Most were sealed away by the strongest of that era. Yet... not all. I heard rumors—whispers—that some escaped the sealing. Whether that information is accurate, I cannot say." + +Max’s eyes darkened as he listened. His chest tightened as if he could feel the weight of those ancient wars pressing down on him. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling. Then, his voice came again, lower this time. "Do you know where the demons were sealed away?" + +"I do." The Tower Spirit’s answer was immediate. Its golden body pulsed with light as it spoke. "Before the original owner of this tower departed, he entrusted me with knowledge of the great truths of this world. Among them was the knowledge of where the demons were sealed." + +Max’s eyes snapped open, crimson irises glinting with sharp anticipation. + +"There are two places," the Tower Spirit said gravely. "Two great sanctuaries within the Middle Domain. The first... is the headquarters of the Hunter Association, known as the Hunter Tower. The second... is the Bright Buddha Palace. The original master told me these were the places where the ancient seals lie. There, the demons slumber still." + +Max froze. His chest tightened as those two names echoed in his ears. "The Hunter Association... and the Bright Buddha Palace?" he repeated under his breath, as if to confirm what he had heard. + +His mind raced. Images of the Almond Region surfaced—the endless battles between humans and nulls, the ceaseless warfronts that never seemed to quiet down. He had always thought it was simply another front line, a bloody skirmish in the larger war against the nulls. But now... knowing that demons had been sealed within the Hunter Tower? + +It was no coincidence. It couldn’t be. + +The realization struck like lightning. + +’The demons... and the nulls...’ + +Max’s expression darkened. His crimson hair shimmered, shifting deeper in hue as his aura trembled violently. His red eyes burned brighter, glowing like embers stoked by a storm. The room itself seemed to tighten under the weight of his presence as his infernal energy stirred restlessly. + +The golden figure of the Tower Spirit flickered, its luminous eyes widening as it studied Max. Its voice trembled with something close to disbelief. "So much infernal energy... What happened to you?" + +Max’s crimson aura pulsed violently, but his expression remained composed, his glowing eyes cold. He shook his head slightly. "Nothing worth mentioning. Instead, tell me something... do you know why the demons invaded our world? Did the original owner ever say anything about this?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1029.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1029.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..123cb95 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1029.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1023: Confronting Lucien" +slug: "ch-1029" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1029 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1112 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Tower Spirit’s gaze dimmed for a moment as if rifling through ancient memories. Then it nodded. "He did." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +The spirit’s voice deepened, echoing with age-old weight. "The original master once spoke of a war. A war between the Devils and the Gods in the Origin World—the true cradle of existence. That war shook even the Divine Realm, and in its chaos, a single drop of blood fell. A drop of blood from an Origin Devil itself. That blood pierced through countless realms until it landed here, in this world. Because of that one drop, the demons—who were already enemies of humanity in the Divine Realm—turned their gaze upon this small Mortal World. They invaded to seize the True Origin Devil Blood." + +Max stiffened, his eyes widening faintly. "A war between devils and gods...?" His voice cracked with astonishment. "And you’re saying all of this—every battle, every death—happened just because of a single drop of blood?" + +The Tower Spirit nodded gravely, its golden face shimmering with solemnity. "Yes. According to the original owner, a drop of blood from an Origin Devil is not ordinary blood. It carries the essence of eternity, the foundation of chaos. Even the strongest beings of the Divine Realm would fight to the death for it. And if such a thing appears in a backward Mortal World like ours..." The spirit’s voice grew heavy. "It is enough to drag countless races and powers into madness." + +Max’s brows furrowed deeply. His mind churned with thoughts, his expression darkening further. ’One drop of blood... and millions died. A continent destroyed. A war that has not ended even after ten thousand years.’ + +After a long silence, he asked, "What happened to that drop of blood? Surely the demons didn’t get it. If they had, they wouldn’t still be searching." + +The Tower Spirit shook its head, golden ripples spreading from its body. "That, I do not know. The original master only told me one thing—that during that time, four beings descended from the Divine Realm to claim it. But he never revealed what truly happened to the blood. Whether it was seized, hidden, or destroyed, I cannot say." + +"Four beings descended..." Max repeated under his breath, his frown deepening. He searched his memories, but no trace of such an event existed in human records. ’Why has no one ever spoken of them?’ The thought gnawed at him, filling him with unease. + +Silence lingered, thick and suffocating, until Max finally asked what he had truly come for. His crimson eyes hardened, burning like twin flames. + +"Do you know..." his voice dropped lower, rougher, "...that the Valora Continent was destroyed?" + +The words hung heavy in the chamber, and for a moment even the light of the Tower Spirit dimmed. + +"I do. Even from this far, I could feel the chaos happening in the Valora Continent," the Tower Spirit said, its golden form flickering faintly as though weighed down by the memory of what it sensed. + +Max closed his eyes, drawing in a long, deep breath before opening them again, his crimson gaze burning hotter than ever. "The demons have resurfaced in the Middle Domain. They’re no longer hiding. A war is unfolding out there as we speak." + +His voice was low, heavy with restrained fury. "I want you to keep an extra eye on the borders of the Lost Continent. If there’s even the faintest disturbance—if something tries to enter—inform me immediately." + +The Tower Spirit inclined its golden head, its voice solemn. "Understood." + +With that, Max turned sharply, his crimson wings spreading wide as his body dissolved into scarlet streaks of light. In an instant, he was gone, leaving the Tower of Truth behind. + +He soared across the skies, the winds screaming against him, his aura cloaked and suppressed. His figure vanished into the air as he activated his invisibility skill, slipping through the void like a phantom. Soon, the towering trees and silver-lit spires of the Elven Kingdom stretched out below him—peaceful, untouched by the horrors that had reduced Valora to ash. The sight twisted his chest even further. + +Unnoticed, unseen, he slipped past watchtowers and patrols. No guard, no mage, no elven elder sensed his arrival. He moved like a shadow until he reached his destination: the grand hall where Lucien resided. + +At the entrance to his chamber, Max paused. His crimson eyes narrowed, his aura coiled tightly against his body. + +"Come in." + +The voice floated lazily from the other side, calm and unhurried. + +Max’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t surprised. Of course Lucien could see through his concealment—he had expected nothing less. + +With a push, the heavy doors opened, and Max stepped inside. + +The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of arcane lamps. And there, sitting with casual ease, was Lucien. His red hair shimmered faintly under the light, his handsome face curved into a small smile as he slipped off a sleek pair of gaming goggles. He looked nothing like the strongest human alive should look. No tension, no urgency—just arrogance wrapped in calm amusement. + +"Max," Lucien said, his tone almost playful. "The genius with the strongest potential in the entire world. What brings you here?" + +Max ignored the smile, ignored the casual tone. His crimson eyes bore into Lucien like burning knives. His voice was hard, sharp, cold. "Were you aware when the demons attacked the Valora Continent?" + +Lucien’s smile never faltered. "I was," he replied calmly, as if confessing to nothing of weight at all. + +Max’s expression shifted immediately, his entire body stiffening. His hands curled into trembling fists. The infernal energy within him raged, and his aura flared dangerously before he forced it back down. His voice cracked with fury. "Then why didn’t you do anything?!" His words echoed through the chamber like thunder, raw and brutal. + +Lucien didn’t answer immediately, but Max couldn’t stop himself. His chest heaved, his voice rising into a roar. "All of them... all of them were killed! Every man, woman, child! Entire guilds, families, cities wiped out in a single night. You could have stopped it. You—of all people—you could have saved them!" His crimson aura exploded around him, red flames dancing like a storm. "So why? Why didn’t you do anything?" + +The dam inside him broke. All the rage he had been burying, all the grief and hatred he had directed toward the demons, now poured out against the one man who could have changed everything. His words cut like blades, his voice nearly shaking the walls of the chamber. + +"You could have saved them all! You could have stopped those monsters! Why did you just sit there while they butchered everything? Why, Lucien? WHY?!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-103.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-103.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90de64e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-103.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 103: Battle to Rescue - 4" +slug: "ch-103" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 103 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1309 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max glanced at Veylin and thought to himself, ’I can only trap him there for so long.’ He understood that his Celestial Tempest skill was incredibly strong, but he couldn’t use it to its full potential, as he hadn’t reached level 100 in that skill yet. + +Moreover, with his level 3 Apprentice Rank skill, he could only maintain the skill for a few minutes if he pushed himself hard. + +"We meet again." Five’s voice reached his ears at that moment. + +Turning his head to him, Max mocked, "You said your life’s greatest wish is to fight against the strongest, but now you’re taking orders… I don’t know what to say." + +Five shrugged. "You won’t understand me anyway, so let’s fight again. But this time, I won’t hold anything back." + +As he said that, his body began to release a red glow, and a sharp aura took over the entire battlefield. A moment later, red light surrounded his body, and the pressure in the air increased tenfold. + +All the generals were fine, but weaker people like Lily and some others felt the sharp aura press down on them, causing them to feel slightly suffocated. + +However, that was far from over. Veylin, who was struggling against the never-ending wind blades, also released a pressure equal to Five’s. + +His body began to glow with a vibrant blue aura as streaks of blue lightning crackled and danced around him. The electric currents surged wildly, gathering above him, coalescing into the majestic shape of a dragon’s head. + +The dragon’s form shimmered with raw energy, its fierce eyes crackling with lightning as it roared mightily. + +ROAR! + +The thunderous sound echoed like a storm unleashed, shaking the very air. A devastating shockwave rippled outward from the dragon’s roar, obliterating Max’s tempest of wind blades in an instant. + +The wind blades were blown away, leaving behind only gusts of wind. + +"Level 3 Aura of Lightning?" Max’s expression became incredibly serious. He had never expected that even Veylin had mastered an Aura to level 3. ’This is bad,’ he thought his face turning dark. He could handle one of them, but if Veylin joined the fray, he would be smashed left and right for sure. + +"He got away." Veylin muttered, his face dark as he turned to Max. "You’ve made the most regrettable mistake of your life." + +Max frowned at Veylin and glanced at the man in the mask. "This guy wants to kill me. A little help here?" + +The man in the mask chuckled. "Heh, things really became complicated too fast." His body began to release dark flames, covering his entire form. + +Almost instantly, an aura of the same level as Five and Veylin’s released from him. + +"A level 3 Flame Aura…" Veylin frowned as he saw that. "Are you really intending to interfere?" he asked solemnly. + +The man in the mask spread his hands wide. "I don’t have much choice here. My Black Lotus Guild already took the money, so we should do our task as well." + +He added with a sneer, "After all, nobody wants to do business with a guild whose track record is bad." + +Veylin glanced at him and then turned to Five. "Handle him. I will take care of the Max kid." + +Five gazed at Max. "It looks like our battle will be postponed for now." + +"Is it? Then I will wait for the next time," Max sneered. He had a feeling Five showed a different personality on the outside, or maybe he couldn’t understand him. + +"There will be no next time." Veylin flew toward Max as Five and he exchanged positions. + +Max chuckled. "My only task was to free Alice, and now that she’s gone, do you think I care about anything happening here?" He laughed as his sword began to glow with both red and blue light. + +"Most importantly, the Monarch failed to complete their mission because of me." Max taunted Veylin as he activated his Abyss Coating skill on his hand and on his sword. "Isn’t this an honor? To stop the bad guys? Haha!" He smiled wildly as he tapped into the power of 12 Draconic Essences. + +Veylin glanced at his sword and smiled coldly. "You’re no Voidwalker, but your talents are similar to a Voidwalker I encountered in the past." + +Max sneered. "Don’t tell me you got your ass kicked by a lady?!" + +"No," Veylin replied calmly. "But I couldn’t kill her. However, you are different." As he said those words, he appeared before Max with his fist covered in lightning. + +Max anticipated the attack with his Three Dimensional Body skill and swung his sword using Intermediate Sword Arts. + +Bang! + +But the result was shocking enough. + +He found his body hurtling toward the ground like a rocket shot from a launcher, crashing into the earth.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +"An ant should stay like an ant." Veylin said coldly and turned to look around for Jessica, only to find she was nowhere to be seen. ’So she had indeed gone after Alice.’ He nodded with satisfaction. + +"You think I’m done here?" Max shouted as he climbed out of the small crater he had created upon crashing. His clothes were now even worse for wear. + +Veylin looked down at Max, his expression full of disdain. "No matter how many times an ant rises, it will always remain an ant." + +Max smiled coldly as he activated the power of all 15 Draconic Scales. A raw energy began to rampage inside his body. His 5 Dragon Scales barely held that power in check, but not for long. + +"Again!" Max flew back at Veylin and swung his sword with his Barrage Strike skill. + +Hundreds of sword shadows condensed together and shot at Veylin. + +"Weak! Too weak!" Veylin said as he punched downward again with his lightning-charged fist. + +Bang! + +Sword and fist collided with a resounding boom, sending shockwaves in all directions. The fight happening around them came to a halt as everyone was affected by their clash. + +"This kid intentionally lured me and Allen to attack him?" Abby came to a strange realization, her expression turning dark. + +On the other hand, Nash was stupefied to see Max holding his own against someone at level 9 of Adept Rank. + +"Damn, he’s a complete monster," he laughed. + +Five’s attention was also on the battle between Max and Veylin, his expression turning strange. "He was holding back against me," he muttered in realization. + +"This kid is indeed as mysterious as someone had notified me months ago," the man in the mask muttered, his thoughts unknown. + +Veylin frowned, seeing Max with his level 3 Apprentice Rank holding his ground. "You have a bit of strength, but that’s all." + +A lightning dragon crawled out of his body, coiling around his fist before attacking Max. + +Bang! + +The result? It was the same as before. Max was blown away and crashed into the ground once again. + +’Damn, the difference in Aura levels couldn’t be bridged by the mastery of skills,’ Max cursed. At this moment, he realized the importance of having a powerful technique. + +’Should I try using the World Destruction Flaming Lotus here?’ Max wondered, shaking his head. There were too many people here for him to risk using such a destructive technique and most importantly he didn’t know how successful he would be on that move. + +’I need a sword technique here.’ He sighed and climbed out of the crater. + +Veylin sneered. "You’re like a cockroach that refuses to die." + +Max shrugged. "Maybe it’s your attacks that are too weak." However, he regretted opening his mouth just after saying those words. + +Veylin smiled coldly at Max and slapped his hands together, forming a small dragon that intertwined between them. "Let me show you an attack that will kill you." + +With those words, the lightning dragon hurtled toward Max, its aura sharp made everyone felt a chill run down their spine. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1030.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1030.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9f5bde --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1030.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1024: Lucien’s Explaination" +slug: "ch-1030" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1030 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1068 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lucien, in contrast, was unmoved. His calm face softened only slightly as he let out a long sigh, his red hair falling gently around his face. + +"I wanted to save them," he said quietly. "You think I didn’t? But my hands..." His voice grew faint, heavy, tinged with something that almost sounded like regret. "...my hands were tied. They are still tied. Even now." + +Max’s chest heaved violently, his crimson aura raging like a sea of fire that could not be contained. Lucien’s calm words only fanned the flames of his fury. His teeth ground together, his voice trembling as he roared, + +"You are like a god to the people of this world! The strongest human in existence—and yet you do nothing! You sit here, idly, while countless lives are slaughtered! With your power, you could end this war. You could kill all the demons, wipe out the nulls, and bring peace to this world. So tell me—what’s stopping you?!" + +His scarlet wings spread wide behind him, the infernal energy rolling off his body so fiercely that the walls of the chamber trembled. His crimson eyes burned brighter, glowing like molten suns, filled with accusation and rage. + +But Lucien... remained seated. His face was calm, his posture unshaken. He simply studied Max’s furious form—the red hair, the glowing infernal eyes, the storming aura. And then, in a tone soft yet piercing, he asked, + +"If I told you that using my power could destroy this world... would you believe me?" + +The words cut through the air like cold steel, halting Max’s roar in his throat. His breath caught, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "What?" he spat, incredulous. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" + +Lucien’s gaze did not waver. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned back in his chair and spoke, his tone low and deliberate, each word carrying weight. + +"Any being who reaches the very peak of the Divine Rank—at the tenth life and death cycle—has the right to ascend. To leave this mortal world through the Ascension Tunnel, and step into the Divine Realm. That is the natural law." He paused, letting the words sink in. "But the Ascension Tunnel of this world... is broken." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly, but the storm in his chest refused to die. "Broken...?" he repeated under his breath. + +Lucien nodded faintly. "Yes. In that situation, if a being of my strength were to unleash their true power, the space itself would not be able to contain it. My strength would tear it apart, opening a rupture in the fabric of reality—like a black hole. If that happens, I would be swallowed immediately." His gaze sharpened. "And if the rupture grew... it could take this entire world with it."𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Max froze. His face twisted with disbelief, with anger, with frustration. His voice cracked as he shouted back, "What? How could that happen?! Are you telling me you sit here and do nothing because you’re afraid your power will destroy the world? Do you think anyone would believe such an excuse?!" + +Lucien’s expression did not change, though his eyes darkened slightly, carrying a trace of heaviness rarely seen. "It was because of the demons," he said firmly. "When they broke through the spatial domain of this world ten thousand years ago, they did not come quietly. They forced their way in. By doing so, they shattered the protective shell that kept us hidden from alien threats. And in the process, they also destroyed the Ascension Tunnel." + +His voice echoed through the chamber, calm but heavy. "That is why. The laws of this world are fractured. If I were to wield my full strength... this world might collapse in on itself." + +Max stood still, his fists trembling, his crimson aura surging around him like wild flames. His brows furrowed deeply, his expression a storm of rage and confusion. He didn’t know if he could believe Lucien’s words. They sounded like excuses. They sounded like madness. And yet... + +And yet, something about Lucien’s calmness, his unwavering tone, made it hard to dismiss them outright. + +Max’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his crimson hair shifting with the violent aura around him. His mind was chaos—caught between doubt, fury, and the faint seed of fear Lucien’s explanation had planted. + +"Still..." Max’s voice cut through the quiet chamber, sharp and cold. His crimson eyes locked onto Lucien as his words spilled out like knives. "I have seen you use your power before. When you created a spatial hole in the Tower of Truth to bring me there. When you brought me before the Witch of the North. You used your strength then without hesitation. Don’t tell me it’s impossible—you’ve already done it." + +Lucien’s smile flickered faintly, but he didn’t interrupt. + +Max stepped forward, his aura burning hotter, red flames coiling around his body like serpents. "And what about Mark?" His voice grew harsher. "He used his god-like powers as if they were nothing. He didn’t hesitate to tear open space, to bend the laws of the world to his will. What about him? Don’t tell me the laws only bind you, but not him." + +His fists trembled at his sides, his voice lowering to a growl. "And don’t think for a second that I don’t know the truth—you don’t need the strength of a tenth cycle Divine Ranker to kill the demons in Valora. You don’t need to unleash your full power to save those people. You chose not to. And all these words, all these explanations... are nothing but excuses." + +The infernal flames flared violently around him, his scarlet wings spreading to their full length. His rage was barely contained, threatening to burst. + +Lucien, however, remained calm. He leaned back slightly, his red hair falling lazily over his shoulders. He shrugged, his expression faintly amused though there was a sharpness in his gaze. "If you don’t believe me, then I have no more words for you." + +The dismissal only made Max’s chest tighten further. His jaw locked, his crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. He wanted—so badly—to release his rage, to unleash every ounce of hatred boiling inside him. To tear down the room, to burn Lucien’s smug calmness into ash. But he clenched his fists tighter, forcing the storm back into himself. It would mean nothing here. No matter how loud he screamed or how much power he displayed, Lucien would not budge. + +Besides... there were more important matters. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1031.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1031.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b8b618 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1031.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1025: Lotus of Clear Serenity" +slug: "ch-1031" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1031 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max inhaled sharply, steadying himself. With a flick of his hand, the air rippled and opened into his Dimension of Spirit. From its depths, he carefully drew out a slender figure and laid her gently onto the bed beside them. + +Lenavira. + +Her silver hair spilled across the pillow, her pale skin marred by faint black veins that pulsed faintly with the curse that bound her. She looked fragile, almost ethereal, her body motionless in the cruel stillness of her unconscious state. + +Lucien’s calm demeanor shattered the instant he saw her. His eyes widened, his body blurring from his seat in a flash of speed. In less than a heartbeat, he stood beside her, leaning over her form with visible alarm. + +"Lenavira?" His voice was sharp, trembling with uncharacteristic urgency. His red hair fell forward as he examined her face. "She’s... in her dark elf state? How... how did this happen?" + +For the first time since entering the room, Max saw Lucien shaken. + +Max explained his experience to him related to Lenavira in the Middle Domain all the way to how he ended up finding she had a curse placed upon her with the help of Lady Divine. + +"A curse, you say?" Lucien’s brows knitted together as his eyes narrowed. He extended his hand slowly, and a soft hum resonated through the chamber as his soul power seeped outward like a crimson tide. It washed over Lenavira’s still form, probing deeper and deeper into her body. For a long moment, silence filled the room, only broken by the faint crackle of Max’s infernal aura. + +Then— + +Whum! + +A surge of energy rippled across Lenavira’s body, and instantly a red aura erupted from her skin, overflowing uncontrollably. Her delicate frame trembled faintly on the bed as the sinister energy revealed itself, writhing like chains across her veins. Lucien’s face darkened as he retracted his soul sense. + +"She indeed has a curse placed upon her," he admitted gravely. "And it is this curse that is forcing her into her dark elf state." + +Max’s crimson eyes sharpened. His voice carried both desperation and a flicker of hope. "Do you know what the curse is? And how it can be removed?" + +Lucien remained silent for a moment before giving a slow nod. His tone was heavy when he spoke. "Yes. I do know what this is. The curse placed upon her... is called the Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts." + +The name itself carried weight. Max’s body stiffened. + +Lucien continued, his expression grim. "This is not a simple affliction. It is a deadly curse, one that intertwines with the very soul of the victim. The person inflicted with it will be forced to undergo endless torment—an eternal cycle of the six primal emotions and the seven layers of the heart. Love, hate, fear, anger, grief, and joy... tied into seven heart-piercing agonies. The victim is never free of it. Not in sleep, not in waking. Their mind and soul are devoured, piece by piece, until nothing remains but suffering." + +Max’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles pale, his crimson aura trembling with fury. + +Lucien’s gaze softened faintly as he looked back at Lenavira. "Lenavira’s descent into her dark elf state is not simply her bloodline overwhelming her. It is this curse. It pulls her deeper into the abyss with every passing moment. Unless the curse is removed, she will remain trapped like this—forever. A dark elf in body and soul." + +Max’s chest tightened, his heart hammering in his ribcage. His voice broke through the tension, sharp and demanding. "How do I remove the curse from her body?" + +He stepped closer, his aura spiking violently. "Lady Divine knew how to remove it. Don’t think I don’t know that. If she knew, then I don’t believe for a second that you—" his crimson eyes blazed into Lucien’s—"the strongest human alive—don’t know how to do it too. So tell me, Lucien. Tell me how to save her." + +The chamber went silent, the weight of Max’s words pressing down like thunder. + +Max’s crimson eyes narrowed as his thoughts spun. ’This curse... it’s not anchored to her body. It’s rooted directly in her soul.’ He clenched his fists tightly. He knew better than most that curses tied to the soul were the most terrifying of all—nearly impossible to erase without destroying the very person afflicted. But Lucien was a master of souls, and if anyone could unravel this mystery, it was him. + +Lucien’s gaze lingered on Lenavira before he turned back to Max. His voice was calm, yet heavy with a certain inevitability. "Lady Divine knew how to remove this curse and didn’t tell you?" He shook his head, almost as though the thought didn’t surprise him in the slightest. "I’m not surprised by her decision." + +Max’s expression darkened. His crimson hair shimmered faintly under the glow of his aura. "What do you mean by that?" he asked sharply. Until now, he had thought Lady Divine’s silence had been nothing but manipulation—that she had deliberately hidden the method to control him. But from Lucien’s tone, there was something more to the matter, something deeper. + +Lucien sighed, his red eyes focusing on Max with a trace of sympathy. "The Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts is unlike anything ordinary. It cannot be undone by simple spells, artifacts, or even direct interference from soul masters. The only thing capable of erasing it is the medicinal essence of the Lotus of Clear Serenity." + +"The Lotus of Clear Serenity?" Max repeated slowly, the words tasting both strange and heavy on his tongue. + +Lucien nodded. "Yes. Only the purity of that lotus can wash away the curse’s grip on her soul. Its medicinal effect seeps directly into the deepest layers of the spirit, erasing the bindings of anguish, stripping away the cycle of suffering, and returning the soul to balance. Without it, nothing—no ritual, no divine runes, not even I—can remove this curse." + +Max’s breath grew heavier, his crimson aura pulsing violently. "Then why didn’t Lady Divine tell me this? If she knew, why keep it from me?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1032.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1032.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..231e3cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1032.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1026: Follow your heart" +slug: "ch-1032" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1032 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lucien’s expression turned grave. "Because the Lotus of Clear Serenity is rarer than ascension itself. It is said to bloom only under perfect conditions—calmness unshaken for a thousand years, the essence of serenity feeding its roots, the aura of wisdom flowing through its petals. To even find one... is like grasping at the heavens themselves. Telling you about it would have given you nothing but false hope. However, there is another reason too." + +Max’s jaw tightened, his crimson eyes burning hotter. "Where can I find it? And what reason could that be?" His voice was sharp, demanding, each word edged with desperation. + +Lucien did not hesitate. "The only place such a lotus could grow in this world is the Bright Buddha Palace. It is said that in the deepest grounds of their sacred domain, where the monks’ chants of serenity and their endless pursuit of stillness have shaped the land itself, the Lotus of Clear Serenity can bloom." + +His eyes narrowed. "But even there, it is not guaranteed. Rumors say that a single lotus requires no less than a thousand years of such cultivation in its environment to fully mature. Perhaps only one, perhaps none at all, may exist." + +The room fell silent. + +"Bright Buddha Palace?" + +Max’s expression instantly darkened, his crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. A chill crawled up his spine, his instincts screaming at him. A bad feeling rose in his heart like poison spreading through his veins. He recalled clearly what the Tower Spirit had told him—Bright Buddha Palace was one of the two places where the demons had been sealed away ten thousand years ago. + +And now... Lenavira’s soul bore a curse so sinister that only a treasure rooted in that very place—the Lotus of Clear Serenity—could remove it. + +Coincidence? + +No. + +Definitely not. + +His heart thudded heavier in his chest as his mind pieced the threads together. ’Demons... Ascendants...’ He had came to know about their alliance not too long ago. And now this—Lenavira marked with a curse only those two forces could create, with the "solution" leading directly into the depths of Bright Buddha Palace. + +This was no chance of fate. This was a plot. A carefully constructed scheme. + +But for what? What were they trying to achieve by forcing him—the one burdened with the strongest potential humanity had ever seen—into that place? + +"Now you understand why she didn’t tell you?" + +Lucien’s calm voice pulled Max out of his spiraling thoughts. The man’s lips curved faintly into a smile, though his eyes remained sharp. "Only a handful of humans know where the demons were sealed in the Middle Domain. And fewer still know the true state of those seals—whether they are permanent, or whether they can be broken. But imagine, Max... what do you think will happen if a genius like you—someone the entire world calls humanity’s greatest genius—steps foot into one of those two places?" + +Lucien’s gaze locked onto him, heavy with meaning. "Anything could happen there. Anything. You might unintentionally undo the seals sealing the demons or you are forced to do so or it’s just so happens that there are some conditions to the seal sealing the demons and only you the greatest genius of all time can fulfill that role." + +Max’s crimson eyes flickered, but he remained silent, his chest rising and falling heavily. + +Lucien continued, his voice lower, weightier. "And her fears are not baseless. The Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts is not something that just anyone can cast. It is dark, twisted, and requires mastery beyond ordinary understanding. It can only be created by two types of beings—an Ascendant... or someone deeply proficient in infernal energy." + +Max’s jaw tightened, his crimson aura flaring violently. + +Lucien didn’t stop. "Now put the pieces together. Lenavira was intentionally cursed with this soul-binding torment. The curse could only be undone by a lotus that grows within the Bright Buddha Palace—one of the two demon-sealed domains. Do you see now? This isn’t just about her. It’s a trap. A snare meant to lure you, Max, into walking straight into the heart of danger. And if you go... if the wrong thing happens... the entire Middle Domain may fall." + +The words hung in the air like thunderclouds, heavy, suffocating. + +Max’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, the veins on his arms bulging as the infernal energy around him trembled with his emotions. He understood Lucien’s words—understood the dangers, the trap, the possibility of unleashing something that could doom the entire Middle Domain. + +But how could he just stop here? How could he turn his back on Lenavira? To abandon her now would mean betraying everything he believed in. + +His crimson eyes burned as he lowered his gaze to her unconscious form lying on the bed, her silver hair fanned out like moonlight, her expression pained even in sleep. ’I can’t... I won’t stop caring about her.’ + +He raised his head slowly, his voice low but steady. "What do you suggest I should do?" His eyes locked onto Lucien, searching for an answer—any path forward that would not leave him drowning in despair. + +Lucien, however, only smiled lightly. It wasn’t mockery, nor was it arrogance. It was a strangely gentle smile, one that seemed out of place for the strongest human alive. "Honestly," he began, leaning back slightly, "I lack the experiences you have gone through to reach this point. I am also a genius, yes, but my growth..." His eyes grew distant for a brief moment. "My growth was far too fast. Too smooth. For that reason, I cannot give you the answer you seek." + +His gaze sharpened, returning to Max with clarity. "But what I can tell you is this—think of this problem as one of the many hardships you’ve already overcome on your path. You have faced walls before. You’ve bled, you’ve endured, you’ve crawled out of darkness. This is just another wall. Another test." + +Lucien’s smile widened faintly, though his voice remained calm. "In short... follow what your heart desires. Isn’t that how you made it this far? Isn’t that what carried you through every impossible trial until now?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1033.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1033.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6372a40 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1033.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1027: A God" +slug: "ch-1033" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1033 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1005 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max blinked at him, stunned for a moment by the simplicity of his words. Then a dry smile tugged at his lips, bitter yet genuine. "Follow what my heart desires, huh?" He shook his head faintly, his crimson hair falling across his glowing eyes. "That’s easier said than done." + +But as he looked back at Lenavira’s still form, his expression steadied. He knew Lucien was right. His entire life—every battle, every step forward—had been nothing more than him following the voice of his own heart, no matter how reckless or dangerous. Lenavira’s case wouldn’t be any different. + +"But... is there nowhere else I can find it?" Max asked, his brows furrowing as his crimson eyes burned with restrained hope. His fists loosened slightly at his sides. "If there’s any way to get the Lotus of Clear Serenity without stepping foot into Bright Buddha Palace, then I would rather do that. I don’t want to risk waking what’s sealed there unless I absolutely have to." + +For a moment, Lucien said nothing. His red hair shimmered faintly under the lamplight as his expression shifted, thoughtful, almost reluctant. Then, at last, he spoke. + +"There is another place where the Lotus of Clear Serenity can be found." + +Max’s eyes snapped toward him. His chest tightened, his voice quick and urgent. "What? Where?" + +Lucien leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. His gaze turned sharp, his tone deliberate. "The Celestial Beast Temple." + +The name struck Max like a hammer. He blinked, his crimson aura flickering faintly. "Celestial Beast Temple?" he echoed. + +Lucien nodded. "Yes. The place where the third portion of Mark’s soul was sealed. That temple stands upon the ancient battlefield where the four Divine Beasts first descended into our world, shaking the heavens and rewriting the land itself. It is a place steeped in primal power, where even time feels older." + +His tone grew heavier. "But that temple is not always accessible. It only opens once every thousand years. You’re fortunate, Max—if I’m not wrong, the Celestial Beast Temple should open again in only a few months. If you truly wish to seek the Lotus, you can try your luck there." + +Max’s heart pounded in his chest. His crimson eyes gleamed faintly, flickers of both relief and apprehension crossing his face. A few months... that gives me another path. Another chance. + +But Lucien’s voice hardened, his tone carrying a warning sharp enough to cut. "However, do not take this lightly. You, who are already overflowing with infernal energy—if you step into the Celestial Beast Temple, where Mark’s third soul fragment is sealed, it may not end well. The temple’s seals are delicate, intertwined with the remnants of Mark’s power. Your presence might... stir it." + +Max’s fists tightened again, his wings twitching faintly behind him. + +Lucien leaned forward slightly, his eyes glowing faintly red. "So think carefully. Bright Buddha Palace is a trap you already suspect, and the Celestial Beast Temple is a snare tied to Mark’s soul. Either choice carries consequences far greater than just you or Lenavira. Either choice could shift the balance of the entire Middle Domain." + +For a moment, silence thickened between them. Then Lucien spoke once more, his voice calm, almost dismissive. + +"Whatever you decide to do, know this: the second portion of Mark’s soul remains sealed safely within the Tower of Truth. No matter what happens in the Celestial Beast Temple, he cannot regain his full strength. On that, at least, you can rest assured." + +His words hung in the air, solemn and heavy. + +Max stood in silence for a long moment, his crimson eyes burning faintly as he pondered over Lucien’s words. The room seemed to tighten with the weight of his thoughts, his infernal aura pulsing slowly, like a storm barely restrained. Finally, he raised his head, his voice low but steady. + +"There’s something I’ve been wondering for a long time." His gaze locked firmly onto Lucien. "Can I devour Mark’s soul? You see... I have an ability that lets me devour certain things. Not just energy or power. Souls. I’ve done it before. I’ve erased fragments, consumed essence. So tell me—if I were to devour Mark’s soul sealed in the Tower of Truth, could I completely erase that portion of him?" + +For the first time since their conversation began, Lucien’s casual composure shifted. His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing, his voice dropping into a tone as sharp as steel. + +"Are you a fool?" + +The words rang through the chamber, cutting cold. Lucien leaned forward slightly, his red hair falling across his eyes as his gaze bore into Max’s. "You should never—never—underestimate Mark." + +Max’s brows furrowed, but Lucien continued before he could speak. + +"There is a clear difference between him and me. I am called the strongest human of this world. That is true. But Mark..." Lucien’s eyes darkened, his tone filled with a weight that carried centuries of memory. "...Mark is called the god of this world. Do you understand what that means? He was not revered as a genius, nor as a sovereign. He was worshiped. He was called a god because his strength had already transcended every boundary known to man. A god... is someone you cannot kill. No matter how hard you try." + +The room fell heavy with silence, but Lucien’s words pressed harder, his voice growing grim. + +"The person who sealed Mark... came from the Divine Realm. Not a mortal, not a expert from our world, but a true being of that higher plane. And yet, even with all his power, even with every weapon and technique at his disposal—he could not kill Mark. Not even him." + +Lucien’s eyes gleamed faintly red, his tone turning colder. "In the end, he had no choice but to bury Mark’s body, split his soul into three fragments, and seal each piece away in different corners of the world. That was the only solution. A half-measure. And even then—" + +He paused, his voice dropping even lower. "Even then, he underestimated him." + +Max’s breath caught. His crimson aura flickered violently. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1034.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1034.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b3469ad --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1034.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1028: A Path Ahead" +slug: "ch-1034" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1034 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lucien’s eyes sharpened, like a blade pressed to the throat. "You saw it yourself. The soul fragment sealed in the Mourning Depths—the one you stumbled upon—it leaked. Even bound, even split, Mark’s will seeped through. He found a body to possess, to crawl back into existence, before you shattered the seal and released him entirely. Do you understand what that means, Max? Even sealed, even buried, he endured. He clawed back." + +His words struck like thunder, his tone absolute. "Even his soul cannot be erased. It cannot be killed. As long as this world still breathes, as long as its skies stand and its earth holds firm... Mark will live. He simply cannot be destroyed." + +The silence that followed was suffocating. + +Max’s face darkened until it was almost terrifying, the crimson glow of his eyes dimming into something hollow. For the first time in a long while, a trace of despair stirred inside him. It wasn’t that he feared Mark’s overwhelming power—Max had never feared growing stronger, never feared surpassing his limits. What gnawed at him now was the truth Lucien had spoken. + +’Even if I reach Mark’s level... even if I surpass it... if he cannot be killed, then what am I fighting for?’ + +An enemy who could not be killed was, to Max, the most dangerous enemy of all. Power could be challenged, but permanence? Permanence was despair. + +His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with rage and helplessness. His voice cracked as he stared straight into Lucien’s calm, unreadable eyes. "Then how should we kill him? Tell me—what is the point? Isn’t our world already doomed? If nobody can kill him... then what’s the point of this war? What are we even fighting for?" + +The chamber fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down like a storm. + +Lucien’s expression shifted ever so slightly. His red hair fell across his face as he closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling a long, weary sigh. "...That," he said slowly, his tone heavy, "is the fate of this world." + +His words echoed in the silence like a curse. + +Max’s jaw locked, his crimson aura flaring uncontrollably. His nails dug into his palms until blood seeped between his fingers. "Fate?!" he spat, his voice low, venomous. "Is that what you call it? To live under the shadow of a man who cannot die? To fight battles that don’t matter because, in the end, he still exists?" His voice rose higher, shaking the walls of the chamber. "Is that all humanity is supposed to accept?!" + +He shook his head violently, his crimson hair falling across his eyes as he glared down at his own trembling fists. For the first time, he felt... powerless. + +Even if he killed the demons. + +Even if he eradicated the nulls. + +Even if he slaughtered the Ascendants themselves.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +What then? + +What would he do with Mark? + +He could not be killed. He could not be erased. His infernal energy would infest the world forever, gnawing at its roots like an unending plague. + +Max’s chest rose and fell violently, his breath ragged. His mind spun with possibilities, each one collapsing into futility. He knew—he knew—that one day he would leave this world. He would ascend to the Divine Realm, to search for his mother and father. That path was etched into his heart. But if Mark remained here... if Mark continued to lurk in the shadows, waiting, festering... + +What then? + +Would he simply walk away? Would he abandon this small mortal world to its eternal torment, just as Lucien had chosen to? Would he ignore Mark’s existence, pretend the threat didn’t matter, and turn his back on everyone left behind? + +The thought twisted like a blade in his chest. His crimson eyes flickered wildly, torn between grief and rage. His aura swelled until the entire room pulsed with the rhythm of his anguish. + +Max inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling as he forced the storm in his heart to calm. His crimson aura dimmed slightly, settling into a steady flame. He closed his eyes for a moment, sifting through everything Lucien had told him—the curse, the Lotus of Clear Serenity, Bright Buddha Palace, the Celestial Beast Temple, and the impossibility of killing Mark. All of it weighed heavily on him, yet clarity formed in his mind. + +"For now," he muttered to himself, his voice low but resolute, "I know what to do. I have a clear path ahead." + +His crimson eyes opened again, steady and unwavering. He turned sharply toward Lucien, a thought that had long gnawed at him finally clawing its way to the surface. + +"Tell me something I want to know..." His tone was sharp, almost demanding, but beneath it lay the tremor of restrained emotion. "Do you know someone named Freya Voidwalker?" + +The name slipped into the air like a blade. + +Lucien’s eyes narrowed faintly at the mention, his calm expression tightening ever so slightly. His gaze sharpened, and after a moment of silence, he gave a slow, deliberate nod. "I do." + +Max’s entire body jolted. His figure trembled violently, his crimson aura flaring with a shock it hadn’t shown since his awakening. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat. + +It was the first time since the day he had awakened his class that he had heard confirmation—someone knew her. Someone knew his sister. + +Half of his journey, from the blood-soaked Eastern Region of Valora Continent to the perilous expanse of the Middle Domain, had been driven by that singular hope—to find her. To know she was alive. To reunite. That hope had carried him through battles, through despair, through endless trials. And now, finally, he had a thread. + +Excitement surged through him, almost overwhelming, his crimson wings twitching behind his back. His voice trembled, not from fear, but from an emotion far stronger. "Where is she?" he asked quickly, his tone sharp with urgency. "How do you know her?" + +The questions spilled out like arrows loosed from a bow, his eyes wide, burning with desperate hope. + +For the first time in years, Max felt the barrier of distance between himself and his sister narrowing. And in that moment, his heart thundered louder than the storm of infernal energy raging within him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1035.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1035.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..535c5f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1035.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1029: Immortality? Is this true?" +slug: "ch-1035" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1035 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I do know her," Lucien said at last, his lips curving into a faint smile that seemed to carry both amusement and weight. His red eyes glinted faintly as he added, "And she even has a message for you." + +Max’s entire body stiffened. His crimson aura pulsed sharply, the scarlet flames flickering like wild embers. "Message?" he asked quickly, almost stumbling over his words. "What message? And how do you know her? Why isn’t she contacting me directly?" + +The questions poured out in rapid succession, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and frustration. + +For years, so many unanswered questions had burned inside him. Why had she vanished? Why had she never reached out? Why was he left searching endlessly, while she—his sister, Freya Voidwalker—remained out of reach? Now, with Lucien standing calmly before him, all of those questions clawed to the surface at once. + +But Lucien only raised a hand casually, silencing him. "Don’t flood me with questions, Max. I was only told to tell you this—if I were ever to meet you." + +Max’s crimson eyes narrowed, his chest rising and falling quickly. + +Lucien’s expression softened slightly as he delivered the words. "Her message was this: If you wish to meet her, then reach Divine Rank as soon as possible. Otherwise... she may ascend to the Divine Realm before you can even see her. That is what she wanted me to tell you." + +The words crashed into Max like thunder. + +His fists clenched tightly, trembling at his sides. His face twisted, his brows furrowed deeply, his crimson aura flaring wildly as his heart screamed. + +He wanted to meet her now. Not later, not after some long, uncertain path. He was here—in the Middle Domain, so close that the very thought of her presence made his chest ache. And yet she refused. She set another wall in front of him. Why? + +Why? Why? Why?! + +If she could send Lucien a message, then she could meet him. If she could meet Lucien face to face, then why not him? What harm would it do? Couldn’t it remain a secret? Just the two of them—brother and sister—meeting without anyone else knowing. + +Instead, excuses. Distance. Obstacles. + +Max’s thoughts swirled, a storm of frustration and longing crashing against each other. Questions hammered against his mind without mercy. ’Why didn’t she want to see me? Why was she avoiding me? Was she ashamed? Was she protecting me? Or was it something else entirely?’ + +He wanted to scream, to rage against the cruelty of it all. But he forced himself to breathe. Slowly, painfully, he reined in his emotions, his aura settling into a steady burn rather than an explosive blaze. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, crimson irises gleaming with determination. + +"...Alright." His voice was low, hoarse, but resolute. "If she wants me to reach Divine Rank before seeing her, then I will. I’ll enter Divine Rank as soon as possible. No matter what it takes." + +His resolve solidified, even as the ache in his chest throbbed mercilessly. + +After a long silence, Max’s gaze sharpened again, locking onto Lucien. His voice steadied, though it carried the weight of all the storm raging inside him. + +"By the way..." he asked quietly but firmly. "...how do you know her?" + +Lucien smiled faintly, leaning back with casual confidence. "I am... kind of very famous in this world, you know," he said, his tone almost playful. "Your sister recruited me—along with a few others—to create a team." + +Max’s crimson eyes flickered, his jaw tightening as he absorbed those words. He slowly nodded. "I see..." + +He understood immediately what Freya was doing. Revenge. It was inevitable. In the Divine Realm, where his parents were kept hostage, a reckoning would eventually come. And when that time arrived, she would need people—people powerful enough to carry the burden of that vengeance. People like Lucien. + +With talent and strength as overwhelming as his, Lucien would surely be invaluable in that war. + +But Max... Max’s lips curled faintly into a bitter smile. If it had been up to him, he would prefer to walk that path alone. As he always had. Alone, without bonds that could be twisted into chains. + +’I guess she has her own way, and I have mine,’ Max thought, his crimson hair shimmering faintly as his aura pulsed. + +He raised his head again, his voice cutting through the silence. "Alright. I want to know one more thing before I’m done with you." + +Lucien’s red eyes narrowed slightly, his smile fading. "What is it?" + +Max’s gaze sharpened, curiosity burning in his voice. "Why is it that Mark is immortal and cannot be killed? Do you call him a god because you can’t kill him, or because he is a god, and thus cannot be killed?" + +He leaned forward slightly, his aura flickering with restrained intensity. "I want to know. I’m very curious about Mark. As far as I know, there is no true immortality in this world. Even Divine Rank experts—at best—they live ten thousand years before their lifespans end. So why is Mark the exception? Why can’t he be killed?" + +The crimson glow of Max’s eyes flared as he demanded the answer, his voice laced with both fury and dread.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +"Do you know what karma is?" Lucien suddenly asked, his tone solemn and deliberate. + +Max blinked, frowning. "What do you mean?" That wasn’t the answer he had wanted. He wanted clarity about Mark, not riddles about abstract concepts. + +Lucien’s gaze deepened, the casualness fading from his expression. "That particular topic—Mark—if I were to speak of it in detail to you now, it would create karma between you and him." His voice carried weight, sharper than before. "The laws of this world are strict, Max. Stricter than you realize. Unless your strength reaches Mythic Rank—the true Mythic Rank, not just the ability to fight above your level—you cannot free yourself from the karma that binds mortals." + +He leaned back slightly, his red hair glinting in the dim light, his eyes unwavering. "If I tell you now, all you will do is create a direct karmic thread with Mark. And given the connection that already exists between you two, I’d rather you not carry that burden prematurely. It could change your path. Perhaps even end it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1036.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1036.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..717419a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1036.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1030: Karma" +slug: "ch-1036" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1036 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1038 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s brows drew closer, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Karma? Is that even real?" His tone dripped with skepticism. He believed in fate—how could he not, when so many coincidences in his life had aligned with unnatural precision? He believed in luck too, to some extent. But karma? That was too vague, too complex, too... mystical. + +"It is very real," Lucien replied firmly, his voice calm but absolute. "There is cause and effect for everything in this world. Every action, every choice, ripples outward—like stones tossed into an endless sea. It’s like what you might call a butterfly effect... but infinitely more intricate. Karma is the web of those ripples. Ignore it, and it strangles you. Transcend it, and it can no longer bind you." + +He paused for a moment, his tone softening. "The stronger you become, the more you can resist its grip. The more you twist fate itself, the less karma applies to you. That’s why only when you step into true Mythic Rank will you have the freedom to confront such truths about Mark without binding yourself in chains you can’t break." + +Max shook his head slowly, his crimson hair falling over his glowing eyes. "I didn’t understand a thing you said," he admitted bluntly. "But fine. I’ll ask you again once I reach Mythic Rank." + +With that, Max raised his hand. Space rippled faintly as he summoned the unconscious body of Lenavira from his Dimension of Spirit. He laid her gently across his arm for a moment, gazing at her pale face, before sending her back into the sanctuary of his inner world. + +Inside, he reached out with his soul. "Tian," he commanded quietly, his voice soft but firm, "take care of her." + +The presence of his spirit companion responded faintly, and Max let out a long breath before turning back toward Lucien. + +"One last thing," Max said, his voice heavier, his crimson aura tightening as he prepared to leave. "Will you be participating in the war?" + +Lucien nodded without hesitation. "I will. But don’t expect me to appear anytime soon. My presence has... consequences." His tone was calm, but it carried an unspoken weight. + +Max’s crimson eyes narrowed further. "What about Freya and her team?" + +Lucien shrugged, his red hair shifting lazily with the motion. "That depends. If the situation in the Middle Domain deteriorates beyond control, if humanity is truly pushed to the brink, then yes. They will have to intervene—whether they like it or not." + +Max’s fists clenched at his sides. He lowered his gaze briefly, his crimson aura flickering like a restless flame. ’I must not count on any of them.’ The thought solidified within him like iron. If he leaned on others, he would only be left disappointed. If he relied on anyone, it would be himself. + +Without another word, Max turned. His figure shimmered faintly, then vanished into nothingness as his invisibility skill activated. Silent as the wind, he stepped out of Lucien’s chamber, leaving the Elven Kingdom behind. The night swallowed him as he cut across the skies, his scarlet wings glinting faintly before disappearing completely. + +Back in the chamber, Lucien remained seated. He leaned back into his chair, his expression unreadable, his red eyes distant. For a long time, he did not move, did not speak. + +He only stared at the blank ceiling above him, his thoughts unknown—locked away in silence deeper than any words could reach. + +*** + +Before leaving the Lost Continent, Max returned once more to the Tower of Truth. The golden figure of the Tower Spirit materialized to meet him, and the two spoke briefly. It was not a long conversation, but enough for Max to clarify a few questions and to entrust the spirit with keeping an eye on his friends who still trained within the tower. When their words were finished, Max stood at the entrance, his crimson eyes burning faintly as he turned his gaze one last time toward the distant skies. + +He left in silence. + +But before heading for the Middle Domain, he detoured. His figure cut through the void like a streak of scarlet lightning until, once again, he hovered above the shattered lands of the Valora Continent. + +The sight was as heavy as the first time. Mountains broken, rivers running black, entire cities reduced to rubble and ash. Corpses lay scattered across the land like discarded dolls, and the air reeked of death and despair. Max’s crimson eyes lingered on the ruins, his chest tightening painfully. + +For a long time, he said nothing. Then, in a whisper almost lost to the wind, he muttered, "I’ll make them pay." + +His hands clenched, and his crimson aura flared faintly before he forced it down. + +Deep inside, the desire to devour Mark’s soul still burned like a brand. He wanted to erase that existence forever, to snuff out the abomination that tainted this world. But Lucien’s warning lingered in his ears—Mark was not bound by the laws of mortality. To touch his soul recklessly might mean disaster. With great reluctance, Max let that desire go—for now. Yet the resolve remained like steel etched into his bones.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +"One day," Max murmured, his crimson eyes narrowing. "One day, I will come back for you, Mark." + +With that vow buried in his heart, Max’s figure blurred and shot into the skies, streaking toward the Middle Domain. + +As he flew, thoughts swirled endlessly in his mind. + +The first was the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain. He knew of it—knew it was one of the greatest opportunities in the Mortal World. The last secret domain he had entered had reshaped his path entirely, giving him strength, treasures, and comprehension beyond measure. And the Heavenly Lord’s domain was whispered to be the strongest secret domain in existence. If he wanted to rise quickly, if he wanted to stand against the demons, the nulls, and eventually Mark, he could not afford to miss it. + +The second was the Celestial Beast Temple. The only other place where the Lotus of Clear Serenity might bloom. If he wanted to save Lenavira, he would have to step into that ancient battlefield where the Four Divine Beasts had once descended. But to enter there, he would need to contact the Four God Nations. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1037.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1037.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8364060 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1037.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1031: Surrounded Once Again" +slug: "ch-1037" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1037 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1115 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +His lips curled into a bitter smile. The Four God Nations... He could already imagine their displeasure. His sudden escape from the Great Ruler Empire, his defiance of their orders—it would surely have angered them. But what of it? He wasn’t their pawn. He wasn’t some chained dog to be thrown at enemies at their command. He was Max Voidwalker, and he would walk his own path. + +His thoughts shifted, his brows furrowing. + +’Bright Buddha Palace... Hunter Association...’ + +He recalled Lucien’s words, and the Tower Spirit’s warnings. Both places held sealed demons, imprisoned since the ancient war. If those seals were to break, if those beings were to rise again... Max’s fists clenched unconsciously. The human race might not survive what followed. + +A heavy silence hung in his heart. + +Time passed as he flew, the sky splitting around his scarlet figure. Eventually, the familiar aura of the Middle Domain welcomed him once more. But Max did not stop there. His destination was clear. + +Without hesitation, he turned his course, his crimson wings flaring wide as he surged across the skies—toward the Balerog Region. + +Currently, Max had nobody he could fully trust. Every interaction, every alliance, carried threads of hidden motives and schemes. In this world where betrayal was often disguised as protection, he could rely on no one. No one—except the Black Lotus Guild. They were the only force he felt any shred of loyalty to, the only ones who had stood with him without asking to chain his wings. + +His figure cut through the skies like a scarlet comet, red demonic wings spreading wide as they beat against the heavens. Each flap sent trails of crimson energy slicing through the night, painting a brilliant but ominous red star across the firmament. He was fast, unstoppable—his path aimed straight toward the Balerog Region. + +But then— + +Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! + +Figures materialized from the void around him, emerging in flashes of brilliance and power. In an instant, the skies were no longer empty. A circle closed around him, their combined aura pressing down like a mountain. + +Max’s crimson eyes narrowed dangerously as he slowed, his wings flaring outward defensively. + +Before him stood Lady Divine, calm but with a trace of strain in her eyes. Beside her, Emperor Hermes, his golden robes flowing with imperial might. To the left, Aden Fireborne, leader of the Phoenix God Nation, his long red hair blazing like fire itself. At their flank, President William of the Hunter Association, and several elders of both the Association and the Great Ruler Empire. Together, they formed a wall that stretched across the heavens, barring Max’s path. + +Max’s voice was cold as steel, his crimson aura pulsing violently. "I told you not to look for me. Which part of that did you not understand?" His words cut through the night like blades. + +Lady Divine took a step forward, her tone calm but carrying an unusual softness. "Your aura vanished from the Middle Domain for an entire week. We were worried something might have happened to you." + +Max’s lips curled into a bitter smile, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he shook his head. "Worried about me? Is that what this is? Then I must have been mistaken, because I thought all of you were simply waiting for another chance to lock me up." + +Lady Divine’s expression flickered, but before she could respond, President William raised a hand. His face carried a heavy solemnity. "It’s not like that," he said, his voice steady. "I won’t deny it. What we did before was... too much. But we did it only because we wanted to keep you safe." + +"Safe?" Max sneered, his wings flaring wide, the air trembling under the weight of his infernal aura. "By locking me in a cage? By treating me like some pawn to be preserved until the right moment?" His eyes burned as he swept his gaze across them. "Don’t insult me with your excuses. I don’t need your chains, nor your protection. If you truly cared about my safety, you would have trusted me to walk my own path." + +His aura spiked violently, the pressure in the skies intensifying as his crimson wings beat once. "I appreciate your concerns," he said coldly, "but I don’t need your help. Nor do I need anything from any of you." + +With that, Max’s figure blurred as he shot forward, breaking through the air like a red comet once more. + +But before he could escape, the skies trembled. + +Boom! + +In perfect synchronicity, the gathered leaders moved again, their combined auras spreading across the heavens as they flickered into place ahead of him. Once more, they blocked his path. + +Max’s figure halted abruptly, his expression darkening into a storm. His aura twisted violently, crimson flames erupting around his body like the fires of hell. His voice roared, each word laced with restrained rage. + +"What is it that you people want from me?!" + +The night shook under his fury, his crimson gaze piercing each of them in turn. + +Lady Divine stepped forward, her calm yet firm voice breaking the silence. She raised her hand toward the red-haired, middle-aged man whose presence radiated authority and flame-like pressure. + +"Max," she said steadily, "this is the leader of the Phoenix God Nation—Grandmaster Aden." + +Max’s expression shifted instantly. The storm of rage in his crimson eyes softened into something almost flustered, as if he had been caught off guard. His mind pieced the truth together in an instant. ’Grandmaster Aden... that means he must be... Alice’s father.’ + +His chest tightened. Straightening himself, Max bowed respectfully, his wings folding close to his back. "Greetings, Grandmaster Aden." + +Aden studied him quietly for a moment before a faint smile curved across his lips. "Huh. Alice said you had white hair." + +Max froze for a second, his crimson hair shimmering faintly in the starlight. Then his eyes widened, glowing with sudden eagerness. "Alice is here too?" His Three Dimensional Body spread out instinctively, scanning the skies around them, reaching across the surrounding space in search of her familiar aura. + +But there was nothing. + +"She is not here, kid," Aden said gently, shaking his head. "She remains in the Great Ruler Empire." His expression softened. "But she has told me quite a few things about you." + +"Ah... she did?" Max’s voice cracked slightly, his face flushing despite the infernal aura around him. He couldn’t help it. His mind spun in circles, wondering what exactly Alice had said. Did she tell her father about their time together? About the battles they fought? Or—Max swallowed—about his feelings?𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +Aden’s eyes held a subtle glimmer of amusement, but his tone shifted, becoming more serious. "I have something to ask of you, kid." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1038.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1038.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e342e84 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1038.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1032: Max’s Condition" +slug: "ch-1038" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1038 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1286 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max straightened, his crimson aura flickering faintly. His tone was cautious, but steady. "What is it?" + +If it was anything about shackling him again, about forcing him into a cage, he would refuse outright—even if the one asking was the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, one of the strongest beings in existence. + +Aden’s eyes sharpened slightly. "I want you to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain." + +Max blinked once. Then, after a moment, he exhaled and shrugged, his crimson wings spreading lightly. "That, I’m planning to do anyway." His voice carried no hesitation, only steel. "But hear me clearly. Do not place prohibitions on me. Do not dictate where I go in the Middle Domain. I despise being controlled—especially by those I put my trust in. If I am to trust you, I’ll need more than just your words." + +The air grew tense. + +Lady Divine’s expression darkened immediately, her eyes narrowing at Max’s words. She said nothing yet, but the heaviness of her silence pressed against the skies like a storm brewing on the horizon. + +"What do you want? Ask anything." Aden’s deep voice carried confidence, his lips curving into a smile that was both warm and calculating. His tone was steady, but the faint glint in his eyes betrayed a thought lurking behind his words. + +Max caught it immediately. His crimson gaze flickered with cold amusement, though his face betrayed nothing. ’Damn this old man is cunning. He thinks he can win me over by dangling trust, while also paving the path to make me his son-in-law?’ His crimson aura stirred faintly, his thoughts dripping with sarcasm. ’Too naïve, old man. Far too naïve.’ + +It was true—Max did want Alice. He wanted her with a longing that even the infernal flames burning within him could not smother. But now was not the time. How could he care about love, about peace, when demons were slaughtering his people, when nulls were waging endless war, when ascendants were pulling strings from the shadows? His heart had no room for tenderness. + +Right now, his heart wanted only slaughter. + +And the more he indulged in that desire, the more his infernal energy form seemed to grow. It was as if his rage, his will to kill, was feeding the flames inside him. He feared what Alice might see if she looked at him now—this version of him, soaked in bloodlust and vengeance. She deserved better than that. + +His crimson eyes hardened as he looked directly at Aden. "I want to enter the Celestial Beast Temple," he said firmly. His tone was steady, unyielding, his wings flaring behind him. "If you can get me inside that place, then I will enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain for sure. Otherwise..." He paused, his eyes narrowing, "forget about it." + +The words hit the gathered leaders like a thunderclap. + +"Celestial Beast Temple?" Gasps rippled among them. Shock and unease painted their faces. This was not the demand they expected. They had thought Max would ask for freedom from restrictions, perhaps even recognition of his authority. But this—this was something else entirely. + +Confusion swirled in the air, but more than that—disturbance. For all the leaders present, the Celestial Beast Temple was not just another place. It was a domain tied to ancient secrets, to Mark’s fractured soul, to forces better left untouched. + +The tension thickened, and then President William stepped forward, his aged face grim, his tone sharp but edged with worry. "Tell me something first, Max." His eyes narrowed as they swept over the boy’s figure. "Why are you releasing so much infernal energy? Don’t you know what this means? This energy is the source of power for the nulls. The very force they use to devour worlds." + +The other elders and leaders nodded subtly, their expressions tightening. It was a question hanging over all of them since Max appeared, wrapped in an aura that screamed of destruction. + +Max’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. He tilted his head slightly, his crimson hair catching the faint starlight. "Now you ask this question?" His voice dripped with scorn, every word laced with venom. + +Although Max respected President William for his work in leading the Hunter Association, he could not forgive the man for being one of those who tried to cage him, to lock away his will beneath pretty words of "safety." + +"I thought it was better that you all never asked about my new look," Max sneered. His crimson eyes glowed brighter, his infernal energy flaring like wildfire around him, suffocating the air. "So I let it be. But since you ask now—" His voice lowered, sharp and cutting. "Don’t act like you care about the reason. You don’t care about me. You care about what I might become. About whether I’ll end up being something you can’t control." + +The words struck deep, leaving silence hanging heavy in the air. + +"Tell us what William asked," Aden said, his tone carrying both curiosity and weight. He, too, wanted to know the truth behind Max’s impossible strength—why this youth alone could wield infernal energy so freely. + +Max’s crimson eyes narrowed as he turned toward Aden. "You don’t know?" His tone dripped with disbelief. "Strange. I would’ve thought you, of all people, would know. After all, Alice—and her mother—should also be able to control at least some wisps of infernal energy. You’ve heard of the Mourning Depths, haven’t you? And the infernal demon tattoo?" + +He lifted his arm slightly, the faint outline of the ominous tattoo glowing through his skin. "That’s how I control it. Through the same tattoo." + +The air grew tense. The gathered figures exchanged subtle glances, their expressions shifting. Of course they knew of the Mourning Depths. Of course they knew of the cursed tattoo that occasionally surfaced in humanity’s history. But never—not once—had they seen anyone use it the way Max did. + +For others, the tattoo was a curse, a shackle, a dangerous flame that could consume its bearer. For Max, it was something else entirely. He didn’t just suppress it—he commanded it, wielded infernal energy as if it were no different from his own mana. + +And that... frightened them. + +President William’s eyes lingered on Max the longest, his gaze sharp, suspicious. He could not shake the feeling gnawing in his chest—that the Max who now stood before them was not the same boy who had once been heralded as humanity’s rising genius. There was a gulf between the two, something dark and unfathomable. + +Max caught their expressions easily. His crimson eyes swept across the circle, reading the doubt, the unease, the fear. His lips curled into a bitter smile. + +"What’s with those looks?" he asked, his voice sharp, carrying the faintest tremor of mockery. "Ah, I see. You all seem to have a trust problem. Let me guess—you think that just because I can wield infernal energy like this, I must be an Ascendant, don’t you?" + +The silence in the air was confirmation enough. + +Max’s crimson aura flared, his wings spreading wider. His eyes gleamed, glowing with an eerie scarlet light. "If that’s the case... if you think I have anything to do with the Ascendants, then let me save us all some time. Forget this meeting ever happened." + +His tone hardened, each word edged with finality. "Because I won’t work alongside people who will stab me in the back the moment I turn my head. If you fear me just for what I am—then I’ll walk alone. It’s better that way." + +The pressure of his aura pressed against them, crimson flames licking across the night sky. His voice cut through the silence like a blade. + +"I am not your pawn. And I will not beg for your trust." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1039.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1039.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9e33899 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1039.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1033: Max’s Decision" +slug: "ch-1039" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1039 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Everyone froze at Max’s words. His cold dismissal struck them harder than any attack could have. For a moment, the leaders of the Middle Domain—all beings who had lived centuries, some even millennia—were left speechless. + +It felt almost as if Max was deliberately pushing them away. + +President William finally broke the silence. "It’s not that we fear you because of the infernal energy..." He paused, then shook his head slowly. "It’s just that the current you is very different from the one I knew. You are constantly on edge, with infernal energy spilling from you every second. It doesn’t stop. It never rests." + +His gaze hardened, but it wasn’t anger—it was concern. "If I didn’t know you personally, Max... if I hadn’t seen you grow with my own eyes... I would’ve thought you were one of the Ascendants standing here before me. Or worse—some high demon who had slaughtered thousands without blinking. The aura you’re giving off right now... is exactly like that." + +Max’s expression turned darker, his crimson eyes narrowing. The words stung, not because they were false, but because they were true. He knew the aura he gave off now was not the aura of the boy he once was but slightly different. + +But if they couldn’t trust him—if even now, after all he had endured—they still chose to see him as a threat rather than an ally... then what was the point of this meeting? There was no deal worth making with those who doubted his very existence. + +He said nothing. His silence was colder than any words could have been. + +The tension grew thicker, pressing against everyone like a suffocating fog. Then, at last, Aden Fireborne broke it. + +"Max," Aden’s voice cut across the heavy silence. Unlike the others, his tone was calm but firm, the voice of a man used to shouldering responsibility. His fiery aura dimmed, replaced by seriousness. "Can you return to your normal form?" + +All eyes turned to Max. They were curious. They were desperate to know if he still could, or if the infernal energy had consumed him entirely. + +Max’s gaze flickered to Aden, his face as unreadable as stone. Slowly, he nodded. "I can." His voice was calm. "But I don’t want to." + +The air quivered as his crimson aura raged outward like wildfire. His voice grew sharper, heavier with conviction. "Not until I kill those twin demons who destroyed the Valora Continent. Until I tear them apart with my own hands, I won’t turn back. I can’t turn back." + +Aden’s smile faded. His fiery presence shifted, his expression turning grave as he looked directly into Max’s glowing eyes. The weight of his gaze was enough to silence even Lady Divine and Emperor Hermes. + +"Do you really want to fight them?" Aden asked, his tone heavy. There was no mockery in his words, only the seriousness of a man who knew exactly what such a decision meant. + +Max nodded slowly, his crimson eyes glowing with a cold, murderous light. He had to. There was no other choice. If he couldn’t kill them—if he couldn’t cut down those twin demons with his own hands—then this hatred buried deep in his heart would never fade. It would fester, grow darker, stronger, and consume him entirely. The urge to kill was not a whisper anymore; it was a roar, demanding blood. + +He clenched his fists tightly, the images of the Valora Continent’s ruins flashing through his mind—the endless corpses, the rivers of blood, the people who had been slaughtered mercilessly. All of it, every death, tied back to him. Because of him, they had all been marked. Because of him, they had all perished. + +His killing intent surged like a tidal wave, spilling out into the air, suffocating everyone present. ’I don’t know if killing them will bring me peace,’ he admitted to himself, ’but I know this—if I don’t kill them, I’ll drown in regret for the rest of my life.’ + +Across from him, Aden Fireborne remained silent for a long moment. He finally turned toward Lady Divine. "What do you think?" he asked in a measured tone. + +Lady Divine’s expression was calm, but her eyes glimmered with something sharp. She nodded. "Let him fight. If he can kill them, then it will be a great victory for the human race. And if he cannot..." Her voice turned colder. "...then we will intervene and drag him away by force." + +Aden’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he nodded as well. "That’s what I was thinking." + +His fiery aura flared faintly as he turned back to Max. "Alright. You can fight them." His tone was firm, decisive. + +Max raised a brow, the corners of his lips twitching upward. "That means the deal is done?" + +"The deal is done," Aden confirmed with a nod. "But there’s a condition. If you win, then you walk free as you please. But if you lose..." His eyes sharpened. "...you will listen to us. No acting alone. No reckless moves. You will follow our orders." + +Max’s crimson eyes burned brighter, and then—unexpectedly—he smiled. "It’s a deal then." His voice was low but carried the edge of unshakable confidence. + +He tilted his head back slightly, his wings flaring wide as his aura raged higher. "I plan to fight them in a week. Spread the word. Let the twin demons hear it clearly—I want them ready. Ready to be slaughtered by me." + +The air shuddered as his infernal energy exploded outward, crimson flames whipping through the sky, pressing down on everyone like a storm of rage. + +President William exhaled, shaking his head at the sheer force of Max’s killing intent. "Are you sure about this, Max?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of worry. + +Max’s crimson gaze shifted to him, sharp as a blade. "I have to," he said simply. Then, colder, heavier: "And I will." + +William studied him for a long moment before sighing deeply, resignation settling in his eyes. "...Alright. I will spread the news. The world will know that you’ve accepted their challenge. One week from now, it will be decided." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-104.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-104.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3f64c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-104.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 104: Battle to Rescue - 5" +slug: "ch-104" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 104 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1255 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Seeing the attack, Max immediately used his Ten Directional Shield and formed 10 hexagonal shields stacked on top of each other, glowing with a distinct hue. + +He then activated the Omni Guard skill, enveloping himself in a green-colored protective sphere. + +Lastly, he used the Eternal Bulwark skill, summoning an ancient shield between him and the ten hexagonal shields. + +"No amount of defense can save you from my attack!" Veylin shouted. + +At that moment, the lightning dragon broke through the first hexagonal shield. + +In the next instant, the second, third, fourth, and all the way to the eighth hexagonal shield were shattered in mere seconds. + +It finally struck the ninth shield, which showed some resistance, but the result was the same. It, too, was destroyed, leaving behind only one hexagonal shield glowing with a red aura. + +The lightning dragon collided with the last hexagonal shield and broke through. + +However, the Eternal Bulwark shield held firm. It didn’t allow the lightning dragon to pass through immediately, putting up a fight. + +Max’s expression darkened as he faced his final shield. ’This one won’t last long either,’ he thought, his mind racing with ideas, but none came to mind that could protect him from a lightning dragon. + +’What about runes?’ Max’s eyes brightened as he took out five rune papers. + +"Is he trying to draw runes?" The man in the mask asked, his expression turning amused, but he remained on alert, ready to move. + +Five glanced at him and said calmly, "Don’t think of protecting him on my watch." + +The man in the mask sneered at him but didn’t respond. + +’A few minutes more, and my Eternal Bulwark shield will go down.’ Max assessed the situation and grabbed the brush. ’That means I have to draw two runes in a minute.’ + +After calming himself for a moment, Max began to draw. His brush moved with elegance on the papers, but to onlookers, it was a chaotic blur. Runemasters typically took their time to draw runes, but Max was the opposite. + +A few minutes passed, and the Eternal Bulwark shield broke down. + +The lightning dragon soon attacked his spherical shield. The pressure on the shield increasing with each passing seconds. + +’I’m done,’ Max thought as he completed the five runes and immediately slapped them onto the spherical shield. + +He relaxed slightly after placing the runes. The five defense runes would definitely elevate the defensive power of the shield to another level. + +As expected, after a fierce battle, the lightning dragon took its last breath before disintegrating into nothingness. + +"He doesn’t need my help," the man in the mask smiled, glancing at Five, whose focus was still on Max and Veylin. + +Veylin looked at Max, seeing him survive the attack. "You truly are a cockroach," he smiled coldly, his expression turning cruel as he pointed behind Max at the sky. "Look there." + +Max frowned and turned to see Jessica carrying two figures on her cube, causing his expression to darken. They were Anton and Alice. + +’When did she leave?’ Max cursed himself for being so careless about her. For some reason, he hadn’t considered her a threat, and she had somehow escaped, rushing toward Anton without him noticing—without coming within the range of his Three Dimensional Body skill. + +’Does she has a teleportation skill?’ He wondered. That was only thing that could let her disappear without anyone noticing. + +"You didn’t accomplish anything," Veylin sneered. "You couldn’t stop me, nor could you help that girl. You’re simply too weak for that." + +Everyone around them was shocked as well. They hadn’t expected Alice, whom Max had heroically saved, to fall back under their control. + +"This is bad," Nash said, his expression gloomy. + +Erica nodded, her tone solemn. "We just don’t have anyone at level 9 or 10 of the Adept Rank. Otherwise, things would be in much better shape." + +"If my brother fights, he can buy us some time against Veylin, but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood today," Elena said, her expression sad. + +Nash sneered. "You’ll have a huge surprise waiting for you when you get back home." + +Elena glanced at him but didn’t think much of it. + +Meanwhile, the man in the mask smiled, watching the situation unfold. "The situation just got way more interesting." + +’What should I do?’ Max frowned, his panic rising. He couldn’t fight against Veylin, and he couldn’t surprise them again. What other choices did he have? + +Veylin glanced at Max, his lips curving into a cold smile. "You know, based solely on potential, you’re on par with that Voidwalker, if not higher. But sadly, you met me too early." + +With those words, he arrived before Max, his spear crackling with lightning, aimed at Max’s heart. + +Max could barely anticipate the attack with his Three Dimensional Body, but he saw the trajectory of the spear. + +Using the full speed of Dash, Super Dash, and Phantom Dash, Max just managed to sidestep slightly, dodging the spear by a hair’s breadth. However, the momentum of the attack still pushed him to the side, and he was sent stumbling several steps. + +"You’re better at running fast," Veylin mocked, raising his spear again to aim at Max. But before he could strike, ten fireballs descended from the sky, surrounding him and encircling his body. + +A lady with black hair, wearing a mask, appeared before him, blocking his path. + +"You trash from the Black Lotus Guild are annoying," Veylin muttered, spinning his spear in a 360-degree arc, creating a surge of lightning that collided with the ten flames surrounding him, forcing them away. Find your next read on freewebnovel.com + +But before he could do anything further, hundreds of small swords fell from the sky, their target: him alone. + +"Nothing can stop me from killing you," Veylin laughed madly, thrusting his spear toward the incoming rain of swords. + +A lightning dragon erupted from his body, charging toward his spear and the rain of swords, blowing them away and rendering them useless. + +Veylin then pointed his spear directly at the lady in the mask, his intention clear. "You’re going down." + +The lady in the mask replied calmly, "Look around you." + +Veylin frowned and turned around, only to see the black flaming spheres he had previously blown away now back, encircling him again. + +"What are these things?" He asked in frustration, stabbing at each of them with his spear, but his attacks left no mark on the ten black flaming spheres around him. + +The lady in the mask replied calmly, "You can’t kill Max Morgan. Just leave with what you have." + +Veylin’s expression twisted in rage. "You can’t stop me. Nobody can stop me from killing him today." He had seen Max’s potential firsthand, and he understood the danger of someone with that potential. After all, the Monarch had suffered greatly at the hands of such a genius in the past. + +He couldn’t allow history to repeat itself. + +Seeing the ten spheres blazing with black flames, Veylin realized they didn’t seem to attack him, but there was something about them that made him feel a distinct threat if he chose to strike. + +The lady in the mask spoke again, her tone calm. "Leave now. You can’t stop the Black Lotus Guild. Nobody can." + +"Heh," Veylin scoffed. "The Black Lotus Guild is just a lowly guild in the East Region. It’s nothing compared to the Monarch or even the Royal Family of the West Region." + +The lady smiled in response. "The waters run deeper in our guild than any other power in this world." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1040.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1040.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..18cf6d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1040.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1034: Immortal Devil" +slug: "ch-1040" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1040 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Good," Max said, nodding once. His voice was steady, unshaken. "Then I will see you all in the Black Rock Region." + +Lady Divine’s voice cut in, her tone quieter but laced with suspicion. "Where are you headed now?" + +Max’s lips curled faintly, his wings folding and then snapping open again as he turned toward the horizon. "To make some allies." + +Before anyone could respond, his figure blurred. His crimson wings flapped once, and his body shot forward like a beam of red light tearing through the heavens. + +In the blink of an eye, he was gone—only the trembling air and the lingering echo of his infernal aura remained. + +Lady Divine’s eyes narrowed as she watched Max’s crimson streak vanish into the horizon. Her fingers twitched faintly, runes already stirring in her hands. "I should follow him," she said, her voice low, but her tone edged with determination. + +Just as she prepared to give chase, a hand stopped her. + +"Let him go," Aden said firmly, his brows furrowed. His usually fiery aura simmered like restrained embers, the seriousness in his eyes leaving no room for argument. + +Lady Divine turned sharply to him, frowning. "If he continues like this—" + +"He won’t listen to you," Aden cut her off, his tone grave. "Not now. Not in that state." + +His gaze drifted in the direction Max had disappeared. "With what happened before, he doesn’t trust us at all. Not one bit. And because he’s in his infernal energy state, all of those feelings—the doubt, the rage, the pain—they’re being magnified. Every negative thought in his heart, every scar in his soul... infernal energy pulls it all to the surface. The hatred he feels toward those two demons, his dissatisfaction with us for caging him, the guilt he carries for the slaughter in Valora Continent, and the revenge boiling in him—it’s all amplified." + +Aden shook his head slowly. "Until he returns to his normal form, reasoning with him will be useless. Anything we say will only harden his resolve against us." + +The words hung in the air like heavy iron. + +President William exchanged a glance with Emperor Hermes, both of them sighing heavily before nodding in reluctant agreement. They could feel it too. That aura Max gave off—unstoppable, unyielding—it wasn’t something words could soften. Not now. + +Lady Divine, however, wasn’t satisfied. She folded her arms across her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing further. Her tone grew cold. "How do you know so much about infernal energy, Aden?" + +Aden smirked faintly, though the weight in his eyes betrayed the seriousness of what he was about to say. "Don’t think you’re the only one who’s done her research, Divine. The Four God Nation has been studying the Mourning Depths for centuries. We’ve sent countless men and women into its abyss. Geniuses. Criminals. Disposable test subjects. All sacrificed in pursuit of understanding the infernal demon tattoo and the energy it carried." + +He let the words sink in, his smirk fading into something darker. "And we did learn. We discovered that infernal energy doesn’t just corrupt flesh—it corrodes the heart, poisons the mind, and twists the soul. No matter how strong the will, it burrows in, magnifies the darkest parts of you, and makes them unbearable." + +Lady Divine’s brows furrowed. "And yet Max—" + +"—and yet Max is different. I know," Aden finished for her, his expression grim. "That’s why he’s both terrifying and invaluable." + +He added. "But there’s more. Something far worse than corruption or madness. We finally discovered the source of the infernal energy in the Mourning Depths only a few years ago." + +"It came from Mark." President William replied. "Previously, all the times we have fought him, we were unaware of his energy but with Mourning Depths and the infernal demon tattoo, we came to know his true power about a thousand year ago." + +Aden gave a slow nod, his fiery-red hair swaying faintly in the night wind. "Yes, it is Mark," he said grimly. "But before the name Mark became known, he had another title. Another legend." + +His eyes swept across them, the weight of his words pressing down. "We used to call him the Immortal Devil. There was an old tale, passed in whispers across the Middle Domain. A tale that his soul had been cut, split into three fragments, and sealed away in different corners of the world. But for the longest time, we only knew of two. One fragment was sealed in the Celestial Beast Temple, and the other in what was considered the safest sanctuary in existence— the Tower of Truth in the Lower Domain." + +Lady Divine’s eyes flickered faintly at that. President William’s expression hardened further. + +Aden continued, his voice steady but edged with fire. "It wasn’t until a few years ago that we uncovered the truth behind the infernal energy’s origin. It all traced back to that very Immortal Devil... who had taken over the body of a boy named Mark. And the Mourning Depths?" His gaze sharpened. "That cursed abyss was where the third piece of the soul had been sealed." + +The silence grew heavier. + +"And as you all know," Aden said, his tone growing more solemn, "that fragment of the soul was released—by Max. And it was Max who was forced, by Mark himself, to bear the 12th layer of the Infernal Demon Tattoo." + +His fiery aura flickered faintly as he spoke the final conclusion. "And that is why the infernal energy reacts differently to him than anyone else. Because of that twelfth layer, the energy doesn’t consume him. It bends. It answers. It becomes... a power source, rather than a curse. This is a theory from the many researchers of the Four God Nation from what we have researched on Max’s control of infernal energy." + +He paused for a moment, studying their faces before adding, "From what I saw just now, Max’s mind is calm—steady, even. His thoughts remain his own. But his heart... his heart is under constant corrosion. That tattoo gives him control, but it also feeds his hatred, his grief, his rage. He can wield infernal energy as though it were his own mana—but it eats away at his heart with every breath." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1041.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1041.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb593cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1041.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1035: Eyeing on Max" +slug: "ch-1041" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1041 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lady Divine’s lips pressed tightly, her sharp eyes narrowing with concern. President William’s jaw was tight as stone, his silence heavy with thought. Several of the elders shifted uncomfortably, their unease palpable. + +Not everyone, however, was convinced—or pleased. + +Emperor Hermes’ expression grew dark, his eyes sharp as blades as he turned to Aden. "Are you telling us..." His voice dropped, cold and dangerous. "...that you’ve been spying on Max this entire time?" + +Hermes’ tone grew heavier, edged with accusation. "From the way you speak, it’s as if you’ve been keeping track of him since the Lower Domain. Since the very moment he came into contact with the Mourning Depths. Tell me, Aden—how long has the Phoenix God Nation been keeping their eyes on Max Voidwalker?" + +Aden turned his fiery gaze toward Hermes. His face was steady, but there was no hesitation in his reply. "We had to. Max came in direct contact with Mark. Every individual in the Lower Domain who has ever crossed paths with that devil has been monitored. It was necessary. Even my daughter and my wife had came in contact with Mark." His tone hardened, carrying the weight of centuries of vigilance. "But Max... Max turned out to be different. Special. Unlike any of the others." + +His words echoed in the air, undeniable. + +Hermes gave a slow nod, though his expression remained dark. Dissatisfaction simmered in his golden eyes. The truth was bitter—he understood the logic, but he did not like the method. The Four God Nation had always walked their own path, working closely only with the Hunter Association and the Obsidian Order. To them, the Seven Overlord Forces were pawns—indispensable when needed, discarded when not. + +And now, hearing this blunt admission from Aden, Hermes felt that same disdain burning through. + +Aden exhaled deeply, his fiery aura dimming for a moment as his shoulders weighed with the burden of recent events. "There is one thing we failed to anticipate," he admitted, his voice heavy. "Or perhaps I should say—it was neglected amidst the chaos of the demons." His gaze darkened. "The Lower Domain." + +Silence spread across the group. + +"Even though guardians were stationed there, they were never strong enough to withstand Mythical Rank or Divine Rank demons," Aden continued. "We poured all our focus into defending the Middle Domain, so much so that we overlooked the cracks forming below. And because of that negligence..." + +He pressed his fingers against his forehead, his tone weighed with regret. "...too many lives were lost. An entire continent was destroyed." + +The image of the Valora Continent’s ruin hung in the minds of everyone present—the corpses, the shattered lands, the sea of blood. A silent reminder of their failure. + +Aden lowered his hand, his fiery eyes sharp once more. "Enough. What’s done is done. What matters now is preventing it from happening again." He turned to Lady Divine, his tone cutting through the heavy air. "Divine, keep an eye on Max. Watch for demons or Ascendants who might try to strike at him. We cannot afford to let anything happen to him." His last words rang with the utmost seriousness, carrying the weight of a command no one dared ignore. + +Lady Divine studied him for a moment before giving a sharp nod. "Understood." With that, her figure blurred, vanishing into the night.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Aden then turned his gaze to the others, his presence burning like a silent flame that demanded obedience. "The rest of you—return to your duties. Strengthen your forces. Prepare for the war ahead." + +President William and Hermes exchanged a glance before disappearing, their figures melting into the horizon. One by one, the remaining elders and representatives followed suit, until only Aden remained. + +Aden let out a long breath, the weight of the meeting still heavy on his shoulders. His figure flickered once, then vanished into the horizon. + +When he reappeared, it was inside a simple yet elegant room. The faint fragrance of sandalwood lingered in the air, and the soft glow of lantern light filled the chamber with warmth. + +Behind a massive desk carved of blackwood, a young lady sat leisurely. Her long black hair spilled down her back like a river of silk, and in her hand she held a slice of apple, biting into it with calm indifference. She faced the large window opposite the desk, gazing out at the starlit night, so Aden could only see the curve of her back and the sharp outline of her silhouette. + +Her presence, however, filled the entire room—quiet, yet commanding. + +Aden bowed his head slightly, his expression still grim. "He agreed to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. But only on one condition—that he also be allowed to step into the Celestial Beast Temple." + +The young lady chewed slowly, swallowing the piece of apple before speaking. Her voice was soft, clear, yet carried a chill that made Aden’s heart tighten. "Good. That place is precisely where Max should be right now. The geniuses of the Middle Domain—or of this entire planet—are no longer enough to pressure him. Only that secret domain, with its inheritances and trials, can forge him further." She nodded faintly, as though everything was unfolding according to her expectation. + +Aden hesitated briefly, then added, "He also agreed to fight the twin demons." + +The lady’s laugh was light but cold. "Let him fight." She placed the half-eaten apple slice on the plate beside her. "Your so-called council erred gravely when they chose to cage him. Imagine caging the apex predator of this world—ha! What a joke. Do they not understand? The moment they tried to bind him, they planted a seed of resentment in his heart." + +Her tone sharpened slightly. "And a heart like his never forgets." + +Aden frowned, his fiery aura flickering faintly around him. "But his infernal energy... From what I saw, he’s drowning in it. His heart is consumed by nothing but the will to kill, to slaughter. He’s like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment. And yet..." + +Aden paused, rubbing his temples with a weary sigh. "...strangely, he has it all under control. Perfect control. I don’t know if that is good or bad for him." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1042.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1042.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7fc88ec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1042.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1036: Meeting the old saintess" +slug: "ch-1042" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1042 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1064 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The lady leaned back in her chair, her shadow stretching across the floor as the moonlight poured through the window. Her voice was calm, dismissive even. "Just let him be. You don’t need to concern yourself with such things." + +Her fingers tapped gently against the desk as she spoke, each word steady, unwavering. "You should know what it means for a person to have bloomed the ninth-petal lotus during their first Divine Path Lotus Phenomenon. That isn’t mere talent—that is fate itself. A fate larger than this world. He is not shackled by the same chains as we are." + +She turned her head ever so slightly, and though Aden still couldn’t see her face, the faint outline of a smile curled against the moonlight. + +"Max Voidwalker is a man who walks a path that drowns all others. The more you try to stand in it, the more certain it is you’ll be swallowed whole." + +Her words lingered like a prophecy, chilling and undeniable. + +Aden’s fiery eyes flickered, but he lowered his head respectfully. "...Understood." + +The lady reached for another slice of apple, biting into it slowly, as if the fate of the world were no heavier than her late-night snack. + +"One more thing I must address," Aden said slowly. "I have only stood before the Immortal Devil a handful of times in my entire life... but I can say this with absolute certainty: the aura Max is releasing right now—it feels the same. When I stand before him, it’s as though I am standing once again in front of that evil devil." + +The young lady behind the desk paused in the act of biting into her apple. For a moment the silence was thick, broken only by the crunch of the fruit. Then she sneered, her voice cutting sharp. "That evil devil?" she echoed, a faint mockery lacing her tone. "It seems you all never truly understood your so-called devil at all." + +Her black hair shimmered faintly as moonlight streamed through the window, her face still hidden from Aden. "Whatever happens from now on," she said coldly, "do not interfere with Max’s path. Let him do what he wills. The more you attempt to bind him, the more certain it is that you will only break yourselves upon him." + +Aden lowered his head, the weight of her words pressing down. "Understood." With a flicker of fiery aura, his figure vanished, leaving the room in silence once again. + +The young lady leaned back in her chair, her lips curling faintly as she gazed at the stars outside. "Max Voidwalker..." she murmured softly, almost like a prophecy. "...whether salvation or ruin, you will decide this world’s fate." + +--- + +Far away, under the shadow of a vast mountain in the Balerog Region, a scarlet streak split the sky before halting. Max descended slowly, crimson wings folding against his back. His infernal aura surged faintly, pressing against the world itself as his gaze fell upon the figures waiting for him. + +Standing there was an old lady draped in simple robes, her aged face filled with calm wisdom yet shadowed by grief. Beside her was a middle-aged man with cold, resolute eyes, and not far behind stood a figure Max recognized instantly—Elder Owen, the first elder of the Black Lotus Guild. + +"Old Saintess..." Max’s crimson eyes widened faintly. "When did you come here?" + +The old woman smiled gently, though sorrow lingered in her gaze. "After you ascended to the Middle Domain, I returned as well. The Lower Domain had settled somewhat, and there was no longer a need for me to remain there." + +"Lower Domain..." The words tore from Max’s throat like broken glass. His hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles cracked audibly. His aura pulsed violently, red flames licking the air. "They—" his voice trembled, raw grief spilling into rage, "they are all dead!" + +The Old Saintess’s expression faltered, her wrinkled face tightening with pain. "I heard," she said softly, her voice laced with mourning. "It was tragic beyond words. But, Max, know this—it is not your fault." + +Her eyes grew sharp, her tone gaining weight. "The demons are always like this. They descend from the outside, invaders with no heart for our world. They don’t see us as people. To them, we are cattle, no different than livestock to be culled. For centuries, we humans have lived in fear—fear of the nulls, fear of the Ascendants, worrying they might wage war against us. But in that fear... we forgot the demons." + +Max’s crimson eyes glowed with seething fire, his voice rumbling with unyielding hatred. "I will kill them all," he growled, teeth gritted, his aura flaring like a storm. "Every last one of them—I will slaughter them until none remain." + +The Old Saintess sighed quietly, her aged eyes misting as she studied him. Once, Max had been radiant—youthful, bright, carrying a joy and vigor that lit up everyone around him. That memory rose unbidden in her heart, clashing painfully with the man who now stood before her. His body was wreathed in infernal fire, his eyes glowed crimson, and from him poured nothing but hatred, death, and the unending intent to kill. + +In this moment, he reminded her not of the boy she had once known—but of Mark. That same suffocating aura, that same death-stained presence she once felt in the Middle Domain. + +Max broke her thoughts, his tone solemn as he glanced briefly at Elder Owen, then back at the old woman and the man beside her. "I am here to fulfill the promise I made to Elder Owen." His eyes then flicked toward the current leader of the Black Lotus Guild. + +The middle-aged man, Razel, stepped forward. His aura was steady, like a blade hidden in a scabbard—sharp, restrained, but deadly. "Then come with me," he said calmly, nodding. + +He turned, his cloak fluttering behind him as he led the way. "To the hidden city of the Black Lotus Guild." + +Max followed without hesitation. + +Even with his Three Dimensional Body scanning outward, he had never found this city despite having the coordinates from the Obsidian Tower. It was hidden too well—buried beneath layers of concealment and illusions that cloaked it from even the sharpest senses. + +It was because of this, that he had to release all his aura to force the people of the Black Lotus Guild to come out to meet him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1043.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1043.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9d296eb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1043.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1037: Meeting the Parrot Spirit again" +slug: "ch-1043" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1043 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1077 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The hidden city of the Black Lotus Guild unfolded before Max’s eyes like a vision from another world. It was one of the largest cities he had ever witnessed—so vast it stretched endlessly in every direction, its farthest edges swallowed by the horizon itself. + +Unlike the radiant brilliance of Heaven City or the majestic splendor of the Great Ruler Empire, this city carried a different kind of magnificence. Its theme was stark and striking: everything here was woven in shades of black and white. Towers, streets, and bridges glimmered faintly under an artificial glow, their surfaces reflecting light like polished obsidian and marble. It felt like a city of night, eternal and silent, a place carved not for show but for shadow. + +Yet despite its solemn aesthetic, the city pulsed with life. Armored cultivators walked its wide avenues, robed assassins vanished into alleyways, and groups of masked figures moved with perfect discipline, every step as precise as clockwork. + +To Max, it was clear—this was not merely a city. It was a fortress in disguise, a sanctuary hidden from the eyes of the Middle Domain, built for one purpose: to shelter the most dangerous guild in existence. + +But Max barely spared it a glance. His crimson eyes, sharp and determined, focused immediately on the tallest structure in the city: the Inheritance Tower. + +It rose above all else like a spear piercing the sky. Its design was different from other towers Max had seen—spiraling obsidian walls interlaced with glowing white inscriptions, as though runes themselves held it together. From afar, it radiated an oppressive aura, a pressure so great that even peak Legend Rank cultivators would hesitate to approach. + +Old Saintess and Razel walked by his side, guiding him down the wide avenue that led straight toward the tower. They exchanged no words, for they could see the single-minded purpose in Max’s stride. He did not look left or right, did not admire or question the city around him. His entire being was aimed at one goal. + +At last, they arrived before the massive double doors of the tower. Black steel carved with dragon motifs loomed before them, each line etched with ancient runes of blood. The doors were said to open only for those chosen by the Guild’s inheritance itself. + +Old Saintess stepped forward, her wrinkled hands clasped together. Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed hope. "Go. From this moment forward, the inheritance will judge you. We all hope you succeed... that you can evolve the bloodline of all Black Lotus Guild members who dwell in the Middle Domain." + +Razel, the current leader, crossed his arms but nodded firmly. His voice carried authority, yet also respect. "I hope you achieve success. If you do, Max... you will not just be the Guild’s hope. You will be our future." + +Max met their gazes briefly. Then, with a silent nod, he turned and pushed the doors open. The runes glowed faintly, and the doors parted for him without resistance. + +He entered. + +The air inside was heavy, charged with ancient power. Just like the Inheritance Tower in the Lower Domain, this one too contained seven floors—seven trials of blood, soul, and destiny. + +Max moved without hesitation. He passed the first floor, then the second, third, fourth... his aura flaring brighter with every step, the infernal energy swirling around him merging seamlessly with the guild’s dark inheritance. + +At last, he ascended to the seventh floor. + +Outside, Razel and Old Saintess waited, their gazes locked on the glowing runes that reflected Max’s progress. + +And then—it happened. + +"He... he truly reached the seventh floor!" Razel’s voice trembled, his composure shattering as shock spread across his face. + +Never, in the long history of the Black Lotus Guild or its parent legacy, the Black Dragon Palace, had anyone ever reached the seventh floor of the inheritance tower in the Middle Domain. Not a single genius, no matter how talented, had crossed that line. + +Razel had once scoffed when Old Saintess spoke of Max’s feat in the Lower Domain—that he had climbed to the very top, evolving the Guild’s bloodline itself. To him, it had sounded impossible, a myth born from exaggeration. + +But now, as the seventh-floor runes glowed brightly, undeniable proof of Max’s ascension, Razel felt his breath catch. + +The Old Saintess only smiled faintly, though her eyes misted with emotion. She had known. She had believed. + +Razel whispered to himself, disbelief still shaking his voice. "So it’s true... he’s not just another genius. He awakened the nine-petal lotus in his very first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon... and now this." His fists clenched unconsciously. "Perhaps... perhaps he really is the true deal." + +The weight of Max’s destiny pressed down on them all. + +Inside the tower, Max stood alone on the seventh floor, bathed in the inheritance’s dark light. His crimson eyes glowed faintly. + +"You are here, Max." + +The voice reverberated through the seventh floor, not with the echo of sound but as though it was spoken directly into his soul. Max’s crimson eyes narrowed as recognition flickered within him. The tower spirit—the same one he had encountered in the Lower Domain. + +He remembered it telling him that they would meet again in the Middle Domain. + +And now, here they were. + +A sudden flutter of wings broke the stillness. From the void above, a parrot’s figure manifested, its feathers shimmering faintly with threads of black and silver light. It swooped gracefully before settling across from Max, perching on a low pedestal. Its beady eyes gleamed with wisdom older than empires. + +"Max," the parrot spirit spoke, its tone low, thoughtful. "You... have changed." Its gaze lingered on Max’s dark red hair and the ocean of infernal energy radiating from his body like a second skin. + +Max stood tall, unflinching under its scrutiny. His voice was calm, steady, devoid of hesitation. "I have. I know that." His eyes sharpened. "Last time I came here, I received the true inheritance of the Black Dragon Palace. Tell me—what is in it for me this time?" + +The parrot spirit tilted its head slightly, studying him. It had seen many geniuses pass through countless towers across the world. But Max was different. The boy who had once been curious, radiant with youthful energy, was gone. What stood before it now was colder, sharper—a blade honed by tragedy and wrath. + +"You get straight to the point now," the spirit observed. "Not like before." + +Max didn’t respond and just gazed at him calmly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1044.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1044.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e96158c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1044.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1038: Evolving the Bloodlines" +slug: "ch-1044" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1044 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The parrot spirit spread its wings faintly, its voice carrying weight. "This time, what awaits you is control. You will command the bloodlines of every member of the Black Lotus Guild. Through you, their veins will answer. None will dare think of betrayal. Not even their hearts will allow it." + +Its eyes gleamed. "And more—your mastery of the black flames will ascend into a new realm, far beyond what you wield now. The fire of chaos in your bloodline will become something that can burn even the fabric of laws." + +Max’s crimson eyes glimmered faintly. He gave a slow nod. "Good. That’s what I need." + +His voice was cold, decisive. "Do it." + +The parrot spirit bobbed its head once in acknowledgment. Then, with a beat of its wings, the floor trembled. From beneath the dark stone, a massive pillar began to rise, covered in scales etched with glowing runes of black flame. It stopped at Max’s level, radiating heat so intense that the air around it warped and twisted. + +The parrot’s voice echoed again. "Place your hand upon it, and the inheritance shall begin." + +Max stepped forward without hesitation. His right hand rose, the veins in his arm glowing faintly as his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline stirred restlessly within him. + +He pressed his palm against the pillar. + +At once, the runes ignited. + +A torrent of power surged up his arm and roared through his body, awakening the depths of his bloodline. He felt it at once—his Black Dragon blood roaring to life, scales of shadowy fire flickering across his skin, his aura exploding outward in a storm of black flames interlaced with scarlet infernal energy. + +The seventh floor trembled as the inheritance began. + +BOOOOM! + +Runes flared in blinding black light, spreading across the walls, the floor, even the air itself. The seventh floor trembled violently, as if the tower were awakening after centuries of silence. From the pillar, streams of black flame energy surged into Max’s veins, entwining with his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. + +"Argh—!" Max gritted his teeth as a torrent of ancient will flooded into his body. He felt the weight of countless generations—bloodlines born, cultivated, and extinguished—all surging into him. His skin burned as shadowy scales flickered into existence across his arms and chest, glowing faintly with chaotic fire. + +The parrot spirit hovered above, watching intently. "Yes... it answers you. The bloodline accepts you as its true master. From this moment on, no one of the Black Lotus Guild can resist you. Their very existence will bow to your command." + +Max’s vision blurred as a flood of memories invaded his mind—images of black dragons soaring through burning skies, assassins cloaked in shadows carving their way through empires, and the birth of the Guild itself beneath the ruins of the Black Dragon Palace. He saw chains of blood binding generation after generation, waiting for someone who could finally unshackle them... and bend them into strength. + +And that someone was him. + +The pillar’s runes pulsed faster, brighter, until his entire body glowed like a furnace. His black flames surged higher than ever before, roaring and twisting with such intensity that they seemed to burn through reality itself, leaving cracks in space wherever they touched. + +At the same time— + +Outside the tower... + +The hidden city shuddered. + +One by one, every member of the Black Lotus Guild felt their bloodlines ignite. Elders, assassins, even the newest initiates—all of them froze as their veins burned with searing heat, their hearts pounding violently. + +"Wh-what is this?!" A masked assassin stumbled, clutching his chest. "My bloodline—it’s... evolving!" + +Across the city, the same cry echoed. Black flames erupted around them uncontrollably, their lotus insignias glowing on their skin. Some screamed in pain, others gasped in awe, but all of them felt it—their bloodline was breaking through its limits, rising to a new stage. + +Even Elder Owen, standing outside the tower with Old Saintess and Razel, clutched his chest in shock. His aura surged, doubling, tripling in strength as his blood roared with newfound vitality. His eyes widened in disbelief. "The evolution... it’s true. He’s doing it!" + +Old Saintess closed her eyes, tears welling as she whispered, "Just like in the Lower Domain... he’s raising us again." + +Razel, the current leader, stood frozen, his composure shattered as his aura skyrocketed. He had doubted. He had scoffed. But now, with his own bloodline evolving in real time, there was no longer room for disbelief. His voice trembled, equal parts awe and terror. "He... he really has control over all of us." + +Back inside the tower... + +Max’s eyes snapped open, glowing with a fusion of crimson and black. His aura exploded, flooding the seventh floor with a suffocating presence. His flames were no longer just fire—they carried the weight of dominion. They were not merely destructive—they were law. + +The parrot spirit’s voice rang out, echoing with ancient finality. "It is done. From this day forward, the bloodlines of the Black Lotus Guild answer to you alone. Their evolution is your gift. Their loyalty is your chain. You are their master." + +Max clenched his fist, black flames wrapping around it like a dragon coiling its prey. For the first time since Valora’s fall, a faint smile tugged at his lips—not of joy, but of grim satisfaction. + +Outside the Inheritance Tower, the glow of runes was still fading when a quiet settled over the hidden city. But it was not the silence of emptiness—it was the silence after a storm, when every heart beat louder than thunder. + +The members of the Black Lotus Guild were trembling, their auras swelling, their veins boiling with newly awakened power. Every assassin, every elder, even the weakest initiate... all of them had just crossed into a higher stage of their bloodline. Their strength surged so violently that the entire hidden city now pulsed like the heart of a beast. + +Old Saintess stood with Elder Owen and Razel, her aged eyes glowing faintly. She could feel her own bloodline, tempered by centuries, suddenly stretch to heights she never thought possible. The power coursing through her veins was intoxicating, terrifying, and awe-inspiring all at once. + +Razel’s hands trembled slightly as he gazed at the glowing tower, his usual composure nowhere to be found. His aura had exploded severalfold, his bloodline evolving so completely that he could barely contain it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1045.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1045.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e4acb5f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1045.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1039: Guild Master Max" +slug: "ch-1045" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1045 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Old Saintess finally broke the silence, her voice low but firm. "With this... the Black Lotus Guild has crossed a threshold no other force in this world can ignore." + +Razel nodded stiffly, his jaw tightening. "You’re right. Even the Seven Overlord Forces—those who once looked down on us, those who called us assassins lurking in shadows—they are nothing compared to what we are now." + +His eyes gleamed with ambition, sharp and dangerous. "Our strength now... it rivals the Four God Nation themselves." + +Old Saintess looked at him, her gaze heavy with both warning and pride. "For countless centuries, the balance of this world has rested on those four empires. The Phoenix God Nation, the Dragon God Nation, the Tiger God Nation, and the Turtle God Nation—together, they stood as the Four God Nation. But there was a time, long ago, when the truth was different." + +She paused, her voice growing softer, almost reverent. "It was once the Five God Nation. The fifth was the Devil God Nation... until it was destroyed, its legacy buried." + +Razel’s aura surged unconsciously, the ground trembling beneath his feet. His voice was low, but it carried the weight of destiny. "And now, with Max’s inheritance... with the evolution of our bloodline, we truly has the power to form the fifth god nation called our Black Dragon Nation. Bringing Four God Nation to its original name Five God Nation." + +Old Saintess closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. She could still see Max as a boy in the Lower Domain—radiant, stubborn, unyielding. Now, he stood at the center of a storm that could reshape the entire Middle Domain. + +She opened her eyes again, filled with conviction. "Yes... Max has given us the key. The Black Lotus Guild will no longer hide. We will take part in the war against the demons at the front battlefield." + +Razel nodded. Evolving every single bloodlines of every members of the Black Lotus Guild truly increased their strength to a very high level. And now it was their duty that they fought the war against the demons with their full force. + +The runes on the Inheritance Tower dimmed, the violent tremors easing into silence. Then, with a low rumble, the great doors parted. + +A wave of oppressive aura burst forth. Black flames laced with crimson infernal energy spilled into the sky, staining the very heavens. + +Max stepped out. + +He didn’t walk—he rose. His figure ascended into the air above the tower, his crimson hair blazing in the glow of chaotic fire, his wings unfolding with terrifying majesty. He hovered there, overlooking the entire hidden city like a sovereign returned to his throne. + +At that very moment, every member of the Black Lotus Guild froze. From the lowest initiate to the highest elder, their bloodlines roared in response to his presence. + +It was not subtle. It was overwhelming. + +Each of them could feel it—an invisible chain of blood binding their hearts to Max. Their veins burned with recognition, their souls trembling with submission. They knew instinctively: he was no longer just their inheritor. He was their master. + +Elder Owen fell to his knees, clutching his chest as his bloodline flared. "This connection... it’s absolute!" he gasped. His body quivered, not with pain, but with awe. + +Another assassin staggered, his mask slipping from his face. His voice was shaken as he shouted, "Even the thought—just the thought—of resisting him brings agony to my veins!" + +Around the city, countless members bowed instinctively. Their minds could not form rebellion. Their hearts could not shape betrayal. The very idea of disloyalty twisted their bloodlines into torment. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t obedience. It was something far deeper. + +It was loyalty beyond choice. + +Their veins had become extensions of Max’s will. Their loyalty was etched into their very existence. + +The Old Saintess’s eyes glistened as she whispered, "Now I understand... even a whisper of rebellion would tear them apart from within. This isn’t loyalty taught or sworn. This is loyalty carved into the essence of their blood." + +Razel’s aura surged uncontrollably as his bloodline bent beneath Max’s presence. His fists trembled, his lips curling into a bitter smile. "He’s become more than a leader," Razel muttered, staring up at Max’s form in the sky. "He is the Black Lotus Guild itself." + +--- + +From Max’s perspective— + +The sensation was unlike anything he had ever known. + +When he stepped out of the tower, he felt it immediately—an ocean of connections flooding into his soul. Threads of blood, millions of them, weaving into him like streams converging into a river. + +Each member of the Black Lotus Guild was linked to him now. He could feel their heartbeats, their breaths, their emotions. Rage, relief, fear, ambition—it all pulsed faintly inside him. He could even sense the exact moment any of them dared to consider betrayal, for the bloodline itself would crush that thought into agony. + +He clenched his fist, and thousands of bloodlines quivered at once. The sheer control was absolute, undeniable. + +’So this... this is what it means to command a bloodline.’ + +It wasn’t just power—it was dominion. He could silence the entire Guild with a thought, or drive them to war with a single word. The loyalty they bore wasn’t theirs anymore. It was his. He had burned it into their essence. + +For the first time, Max understood the phrase Guild Master in its truest sense. + +A faint smile touched his lips as he looked down upon them. "I feel all of you," he murmured softly to himself, his voice carrying on the wind. "Your blood, your hearts, your lives... They’re mine now." + +The city erupted in a thunderous roar as every Guild member dropped to one knee, shouting in unison: + +"ALL HAIL THE GUILD MASTER!" + +Their voices shook the hidden city to its core. + +Max’s crimson eyes glowed brighter. For the first time, the Black Lotus Guild was not just his ally. + +They were his army. + +"I will give you your first command from me. Listen well." Max said his voice reaching each and every single member of the Black Lotus Guild. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1046.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1046.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6e654a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1046.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1040: Max’s Order" +slug: "ch-1046" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1046 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1128 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +7th floor, Inheritance Tower. + +Max sat cross legged on the cold obsidian floor, his focus entirely on the swirling ball of black flames that hovered above his palms. The flames pulsed with a deep, chaotic rhythm, alive yet restrained, each flicker carrying a destructive force that could unravel the space around it. + +Across from him, the parrot spirit observed carefully, its sharp eyes never leaving Max as it offered instructions on how to bend the unruly flames to his will. + +The inheritance he had received had changed him. His control over the black flames had risen to a higher level, but the flames themselves had changed as well. Their quality had transformed, becoming denser and far more volatile. + +They no longer behaved like the chaotic yet obedient flames he had once commanded; these new flames resisted him at every turn, their destructive essence thrashing against the boundaries of his will. For the past several days, Max had remained inside the tower, struggling endlessly to master what the inheritance had given him. + +It was not a task that could be achieved easily. Under normal circumstances, even the most gifted genius would require years of meditation, trial, and failure to adapt to the flames’ new nature. The improved control granted by the inheritance gave Max an advantage, but it was far from enough on its own. + +Anyone else would have been consumed by frustration, yet Max possessed something different. + +The Dimension of Time. + +When the pressure became overwhelming in the real world, he shifted into that separate space where time flowed differently. One hour in the outside world equaled a year inside. Within that dimension, he practiced endlessly, adjusting his breathing, refining his intent, and tightening the leash on the black flames until they obeyed. + +Then he returned to the real world, tested what he had learned, and repeated the process again and again. + +The cycle was grueling. Each transition between the Dimension of Time and reality demanded both mental strength and focus, but Max pressed forward relentlessly. With every shift, his control sharpened. The flames that had once lashed violently now began to coil together, their chaotic dance smoothing into a sphere of pure, concentrated destruction. + +At last, what remained was no longer an unruly inferno. Floating steadily above his hands was a single ball of black flames, perfectly still, perfectly balanced. It radiated an aura of terrifying power, silent but overwhelming, a sign that Max had bent the flames entirely to his will. + +The parrot spirit nodded with approval, its voice carrying a tone of satisfaction. "You have done it." + +Max’s crimson eyes opened slowly. The reflection of the flames glimmered within them as he exhaled, calm yet resolute. He had mastered this stage of the inheritance, and in doing so, had taken another step closer to the strength he needed for what lay ahead. + +"You are very good at controlling the black flames. If it were any other person it would take them years even with the improved control granted by the inheritance," the parrot spirit said with a long sigh, its tone filled with reluctant admiration. + +Max raised his head and looked directly at the spirit. His eyes were calm, though firm. "I am leaving." + +The parrot spirit blinked in surprise, its feathers ruffling slightly. "What? So early?" It had expected Max to linger, to test the limits of his newly enhanced flames or perhaps explore the deeper secrets hidden in the tower. + +Max shook his head. "I have important things to do." + +The parrot spirit tilted its head, then gave a slow nod. It could sense the weight behind Max’s words and knew that the young man was not exaggerating. + +"I understand," it said softly. "I do not know where this path of yours will lead, but if you ever head to the Divine Realm, take me with you. I am not an ordinary spirit. My consciousness is linked to every inheritance tower across the universe. If I can reach the Divine Realm, I should be able to connect with the towers there. Through that connection, I could access memories and knowledge far beyond what is here. I may be able to help you when that time comes." + +Max regarded the parrot spirit with a measured expression. He could feel that its words carried truth. After a moment, he nodded once. "I will keep that in mind." + +With those words, Max’s figure blurred, and in the next instant he vanished from the seventh floor. The oppressive aura he left behind slowly faded, returning the tower to silence. + +The parrot spirit remained perched on its pedestal for a long time. Then it sighed again, though this time there was a hint of freedom in its voice. "With the inheritance now fully transferred to Max, my task here is done." + +For ages uncounted, perhaps for eons stretching so far back that even it could not recall the beginning, the parrot spirit had been bound to the tower. It had been a guardian, a guide, and a judge, carrying out the duty entrusted to it by the ancient founders of the Black Dragon legacy. Only when someone worthy took the full inheritance could it finally sever that bond. + +Now, with its burden lifted, the parrot spirit could feel the invisible chains that held it to the tower falling away. For the first time, it was free to roam the world. Its eyes glimmered with something like excitement as it spread its wings wide. + +"Finally," it whispered to itself. "I can see the world with my own eyes, not through stone and memory." + +With a powerful beat of its wings, the parrot spirit took flight, leaving the seventh floor behind. The inheritance tower stood silent once more, its task fulfilled, while outside a new future awaited both the spirit and the one who had claimed its legacy. + +--- + +Max’s figure floated calmly above the wide empty space surrounding the inheritance tower, his aura steady yet heavy with intent. A few days earlier, he had issued his first command as the master of the Black Lotus Guild. + +The order had been simple but absolute: every squad was to hunt down demons silently and without hesitation, but under no circumstances were they to risk their lives recklessly. If they encountered strongholds or large gatherings of demons, they were to retreat and report back immediately rather than pursue glory. + +This directive reflected the contradiction within Max’s heart. His hatred for demons burned hotter than any flame, and he longed to slaughter every last one of them in vengeance for Valora Continent. Yet he also valued the lives of those now bound to him by bloodline. He would not allow them to throw themselves into death simply to satisfy his thirst for revenge. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1047.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1047.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..89fa01a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1047.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1041: Gamble of President William" +slug: "ch-1047" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1047 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1318 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Because of this, he had organized the guild’s forces into squads of ten, ensuring that each group had enough strength to withstand unforeseen dangers and protect one another when threats became overwhelming. + +As he hovered there, his thoughts momentarily deep in reflection, two powerful auras entered the area. Razel and the Old Saintess appeared before him, their figures rising steadily until they floated at his level. + +The Old Saintess studied him quietly for a moment before speaking. "Are you going to fight the twin demons?" Her tone was calm, but her eyes carried the weight of worry. + +Max nodded once. His crimson gaze was unwavering, his resolve already set. + +Razel, however, smiled faintly. "Then let us go together. We will stand by your side." His tone carried both pride and conviction, the loyalty of one who had witnessed Max transform the fate of their entire guild. + +Max’s eyes swept across the two of them, and though his face remained firm, there was a flicker of acknowledgment in his expression. He did not reject their offer. + +Without further words, he turned toward the horizon. His wings of crimson fire unfolded, releasing a surge of power that shook the air. With a single motion, his figure shot forward like a streak of red light, leaving the inheritance tower behind. + +Razel and the Old Saintess followed closely, their own auras cutting through the sky as they matched his speed. Together, the three of them left the Balerog Region and set their course toward the Black Rock Region, where destiny awaited and the battle against the twin demons would soon begin. + +--- + +It had been seven days since the announcement spread across the entire Middle Domain that Max had accepted the challenge of the twin demons. + +Before the announcement, people were divided in their expectations. Many doubted whether Max would step forward at all. The destruction of Valora Continent had shaken everyone to their core, and although Max had the reputation of being the human with the strongest potential, no one would have blamed him if he had refused. + +The strength of the twin demons was too overwhelming, and their long history as peak Mythic Rank experts made them terrifying adversaries. If Max had chosen to wait, it would have been seen as the logical decision of someone with a long path ahead of him. + +Yet the announcement came. Max had accepted the challenge, and the news spread like wildfire, shaking the Middle Domain with shock and excitement. + +For many humans, it was a spark of hope. The past weeks had been filled with fear and oppression under the growing dominance of the demon race. Cities had been attacked, guilds had fallen, and people had been slaughtered. The declaration that Max would face the twin demons was like a torch in the darkness, igniting passion and belief in the human race. + +Everywhere, people spoke of him with pride, and their blood boiled with anticipation. They wanted to see the genius who carried the greatest potential of their world crush the arrogance of the demons. They wanted to watch him stand on behalf of the human race and return the humiliation the demons had inflicted. + +In the taverns and streets of great cities, experts shouted Max’s name, placing their hopes on his shoulders. Merchants and scholars spoke of him as the one who might change the course of the war. Young members dreamed of fighting with the same courage and conviction. For the first time in weeks, the humans of the Middle Domain felt unity born not out of fear, but out of hope. + +However, not everyone shared the excitement. Among guild leaders, elders, and experienced experts, there were many who thought Max had acted recklessly. They pointed out that he was too young and that no matter how strong his talent was, the gap between him and peak Mythic Rank experts was far too vast. + +To them, this was not courage but recklessness born from grief and revenge. They believed his heart had been clouded by the destruction of Valora Continent and that his thirst for vengeance had led him to make this choice without thinking of the consequences. + +These voices argued that Max should have gone into seclusion, cultivated further, and stepped into Mythic Rank himself before taking on such a battle. They reasoned that time was on his side and that his potential was limitless. + +To them, he needed only patience, because if he grew to his full power, no demon would be able to stand before him. What they feared was that by rushing into this confrontation, humanity’s brightest hope would extinguish too soon, leaving the race weaker than before. + +The Middle Domain waited with bated breath, torn between excitement and fear, unity and doubt. All eyes were fixed on the day the battle would take place. + +Regardless of the arguments and doubts, the entire Middle Domain was waiting for the battle with unshakable anticipation. The Hunter Association had taken on the responsibility of broadcasting the fight through the extranet so that it would be witnessed across the entire world. No corner of the human territories would be untouched by what was about to happen. + +President William had been the one to make that decision. He understood better than most that morale was as important as numbers in this war. The human race had been losing ground and losing faith ever since the demons began their ruthless campaign, and the destruction of Valora Continent had nearly crushed the collective spirit of humanity. To raise them up again, something dramatic and symbolic was needed. In his eyes, Max could become that symbol. + +William was not blind to the dangers of such a choice. He knew very well that the chances of Max defeating the twin demons were slim. They were not ordinary adversaries but peak Mythic Rank experts who had cultivated for more than a thousand years. + +Even the most accomplished elders of the Middle Domain would not dare to confront them openly. Yet William chose to gamble everything on Max. + +What gave him the courage to do so was his understanding of Max’s character. He knew that Max was not reckless by nature. In the time he had observed him, Max had shown extraordinary patience and intelligence, making decisions that defied his age. However, William also knew that Max was consumed by revenge. + +The destruction of his homeland and the loss of countless lives had left wounds that could not be ignored, and in that state Max would not weigh strength carefully. He would fight the twin demons regardless of their power, because for him the battle was not about logic but about justice and vengeance. + +The risk of this decision loomed heavily in William’s mind. If Max were to lose in front of the entire world, the consequences would be disastrous. The number one genius of the human race, the one who carried the greatest potential ever seen, would be humiliated and defeated.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +The image of his fall would spread across the extranet and lodge itself into the hearts of millions. The fragile hope that humanity clung to would shatter, and despair would spread faster than any enemy army. If that happened, William feared it would change the outcome of the entire war. + +And yet he persisted, because the other side of the gamble was equally powerful. If Max were to succeed, if he defeated the twin demons who had brought so much destruction, the effect on morale would be immeasurable. Humanity would rise together, inspired by one man’s triumph. The tide of the war could shift not through numbers or weapons, but through hope reborn. + +That was the gamble President William had chosen. To risk despair in order to reach for inspiration. The entire world would watch, and Max’s battle against the twin demons would decide not only his fate but the spirit of an entire race. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1048.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1048.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b37d29f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1048.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1042: Black Rock Region" +slug: "ch-1048" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1048 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Black Rock Region was more crowded than anyone had ever seen it before. Tens of thousands had gathered, and the tension that usually filled the air whenever humans and demons stood in the same place was strangely absent. + +For the first time in weeks, the ceaseless bloodshed between the two races had paused. The endless skirmishes that had plagued the land seemed to vanish, replaced by an eerie and fragile peace that extended across the entire region. + +The contrast was startling. On one side of the battlefield, stretching as far as the eye could see, stood hundreds of thousands of demons. Their appearances were grotesque and varied, but they shared common traits. Their skin was colored in shades of black, red, and deep green, each hue darker than the last, and every one of them bore horns on their heads that twisted upward like crowns of bone. + +Their eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and their bodies radiated killing intent that could suffocate the unprepared. Yet despite their ferocity, none of them moved to attack. Their attention was fixed forward, waiting for what was about to come. + +On the opposite side of the field, the human race had gathered in equal number. They stood shoulder to shoulder, members of great guilds, soldiers of 1st class forces, and free experts who had rushed here from all corners of the Middle Domain. + +Their robes and armor reflected a spectrum of colors, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight, and their faces carried expressions that ranged from excitement to fear. They had come for one reason alone, to witness the battle that would decide the morale of their race. + +Separating the two armies was a massive battle arena. It was newly constructed, the stonework still sharp and unweathered, and its scale was breathtaking. It had been built not just for combat but for spectacle. Its center stretched wide enough to contain titans, and runes were carved across its surface to reinforce the ground, ensuring it would not collapse under the weight of powers about to be unleashed. + +At this very moment, several figures already stood within the arena. On the human side, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, Grandmaster Aden, stood tall at the front, his long crimson hair flowing like a banner of fire. His aura radiated strength and calm authority, a pillar for all humans who had gathered to watch. + +Flanking him were five of the leaders from the Seven Overlord Forces, each exuding the power and bearing of men and women accustomed to command. President William stood among them, his expression solemn, the weight of his gamble heavy on his shoulders. + +Beside him, cloaked in an air of mystery, was the leader of the Obsidian Order, his face concealed behind a tiger mask. None could read his intentions, but all recognized the significance of his presence. + +Facing them across the arena were the demons. Their side was led by a towering red-skinned figure whose body was built like a mountain. His presence alone bent the air around him with oppressive pressure. + +This was Varian, a commander among the demons, and his gaze carried unshakable confidence as he stared at the humans without fear. Behind him stood many powerful demons, their auras sharp and menacing. + +Among them was one face that drew whispers from the human crowd, Demon Master Bellion, the very demon who had once escaped from President William’s hands. His lips curled into a mocking smile as his crimson eyes swept across the arena, lingering momentarily on William as if to remind him of that humiliation. + +The air inside the Black Rock Region grew heavier with each passing breath. Two armies stood watching, leaders of both sides present, and in the center lay the stage where one man and two demons would decide the course of hope and despair. + +"Aden, I should remind you that this is going to be a life and death battle between the two parties. Only by killing the other will the other achieve victory," Varian sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. There was not a shred of belief in his eyes that Max could kill the twin demons. + +To him, the outcome was already decided. Max would not only be fighting a battle against two opponents instead of one, but his cultivation realm was also far too low. The boy was still at the first level of the Legend Rank, while the twin demons stood proudly at the very peak of the Mythic Rank. The gap was so wide that in Varian’s eyes it could never be crossed. + +"I would not like it otherwise," Aden replied with a calm nod. His expression was steady, his crimson hair catching the sunlight. He understood Max better than most of the leaders standing there. + +The current Max would never accept anything short of slaughter. He did not want a duel that ended in surrender or a simple retreat. He would only be satisfied when the twin demons lay dead before him. Aden knew the killing was inevitable, and he accepted it. This was war, and in war death was not an exception but a certainty that came for both sides. + +Varian glanced around the arena, his massive form casting a long shadow. "So, where is he?" he asked with a sneer. "I am not seeing Max anywhere." His eyes scanned the horizon, his voice mocking and disdainful. + +"He will be here any minute," Aden answered calmly, without the slightest hint of doubt in his tone. + +"I hope he comes. And I hope he does not hide in fear." + +Before Aden could respond, a loud and arrogant voice rang out across the arena, filled with mockery that made the air itself tremble. Every head turned toward the source. + +From the demon side, a young figure strolled into the battle arena, his steps deliberate and filled with conceit. His presence alone made the air grow heavy, and the demons standing behind Varian bowed their heads in acknowledgment as he passed. + +The humans on the other side instantly recognized him, and a wave of solemnity spread across their faces. The leaders of the human race grew particularly grim as their eyes fell upon the newcomer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1049.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1049.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7c7fb23 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1049.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1043: Zoltan" +slug: "ch-1049" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1049 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1233 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +It was none other than Zoltan, the current strongest genius of the demon race. His cultivation had already reached the third cycle of life and death within the Divine Rank, a level of power that placed him far beyond most experts in the Middle Domain. His arrogance was not empty posturing but born of true strength and unmatched talent. + +For the humans, his appearance was a bitter reminder of the difference between their race and the demons. Even as their side celebrated Max as the brightest human genius ever born, the demons sent forth a prodigy who had already stepped into the Divine Rank. + +When Max had went to Lower Domain for a few days to have a talk with Lucien, Zoltan had already made his presence felt in the Middle Domain. During that time, he issued challenges to the peak geniuses of the human race and fought them one after another. + +These were not ordinary talents but the most exceptional figures nurtured by the Seven Overlord Forces. In the end, all of them were defeated by Zoltan’s hand, and not one could claim victory. + +The battles had shocked those who had witnessed them. Although the geniuses of the Four God Nation had not taken part in those duels, the fact that Zoltan had defeated the best of the Seven Overlord Forces by himself was a feat that spoke clearly of his terrifying strength. His cultivation, already at the third cycle of life and death of the Divine Rank, made him far beyond what humans could contend against at that age. + +In the Middle Domain, the word "true genius" was reserved only for those who had reached the Divine Rank or Mythic Rank while still under one thousand years old. It was a standard that filtered out mediocrity and marked only those who could truly influence the balance of power in the world. + +By that measure, the twin demons did not even qualify as geniuses. They had lived for more than a thousand years, and while their strength was overwhelming, their talent did not belong to the same category as the new generation of rising stars. + +Zoltan raised his chin, his crimson eyes sweeping across the humans gathered in the arena. His voice carried a mocking tone as he said, "Last time I fought against the geniuses of the human race, not one of them was able to last ten moves. I hope this Max proves to be more interesting." His words were laced with scorn, his smile sharp and cruel. + +What he spoke of had been carefully kept hidden from the masses. The higher ups of the human race had ensured that his victories over their young elites never reached the wider world. They knew that if such news spread, the morale of the human race would collapse further. + +To know that the strongest genius of the demon race had effortlessly swept through the best of their own youth would only plant despair and chaos in their hearts. + +Aden’s expression remained calm as he stepped forward slightly, his gaze steady upon Zoltan. "You should also challenge the geniuses of the Four God Nation. I believe you would find that experience more... appropriate," he said evenly. + +Zoltan tilted his head and smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Oh, do not worry. That day will come soon. It will not be long before I challenge the so-called peak geniuses of the human race. When that time arrives, they will fall one by one, just as the others did." + +The atmosphere grew heavier, the air thick with tension. The humans clenched their fists, their pride burning under Zoltan’s open mockery, while the demons smirked in satisfaction at his arrogance. + +Just then three figures descended from the sky and landed heavily within the battle arena. Two of them were cloaked in black flames that rippled like living shadows, and the third was wrapped in a dark red aura that churned like a storm of blood. The impact of their arrival sent a faint tremor across the reinforced arena, immediately drawing the attention of both sides. + +The humans who had gathered outside the arena erupted in noise the moment they recognized the leading figure. + +"Look, is that Max? But didn’t he have white hair before? What happened to him?" one shouted, his eyes wide with shock. + +"Yeah, I saw his photos all over the extranet. His hair was white back then, but now it looks red for some reason," another replied, equally stunned by the transformation.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Others spoke more cautiously, their gazes fixed on the aura surrounding Max. "His cultivation is still only at the first level of the Legend Rank. I really don’t know if he stands a chance against the twin demons. The difference between their realms is far too wide." + +But almost immediately, their doubts were drowned out by voices filled with conviction and fire. + +"We should support him regardless. His homeland was destroyed by the demons, and yet he still accepted the challenge and came to fight them. That kind of courage is rare. Not everyone would dare to do what he is doing now." + +Another voice rose above the crowd. "Go and kill those demons, Max! Show them what the number one genius of the Middle Domain is capable of!" + +The cries grew louder, rising into a roar that spread like wildfire among the humans. "Kill them all! Slaughter every single one of them!" The chants echoed across the Black Rock Region, filling the air with feverish anticipation. + +Even though the protective runes surrounding the arena prevented the audience from hearing the conversations within, they could still see clearly what was happening. To them, Max’s arrival was enough to ignite their blood and remind them that humanity still had a fighter who dared to stand against despair. + +Inside the arena, Aden stepped forward and allowed himself a rare smile. "You are here," he said, his gaze fixed on Max. He could feel it immediately. The Max standing before him was not the same as the boy from a week ago. Something had changed in him, something profound and dangerous. + +Max’s crimson eyes swept past Aden without lingering. His voice was steady and cold as he asked, "Where are the twin demons?" His gaze locked on the demon ranks where Varian, Demon Master Bellion, and Zoltan stood. + +Before Varian could answer, Zoltan stepped forward with a sneer curling across his lips. "Oh, are you so eager to die?" His tone was mocking, filled with arrogance and disdain. + +Max turned his eyes on Zoltan, and his reply was calm yet cutting. "You should pray for them. Truly, pray for them." + +For a moment, Zoltan froze. His smirk faltered as his crimson eyes met Max’s unwavering gaze. What he saw unsettled him deeply. It was not the determination of a human genius nor the reckless bravado of youth. + +In Max’s eyes, he saw absolute arrogance, the kind that came only from someone who carried unshakable confidence. He saw the disdain of a sovereign who looked upon his enemies as insects, the certainty of one who believed he could never be defeated. + +Even Zoltan, the most gifted genius of the demon race, felt a chill crawl through him. ’This human... He is interesting.’ + +Now he understood why the humans referred to Max as the one with the highest potential ever born among their race. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-105.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-105.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d9cf6d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-105.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 105: Battle to Rescue - 6" +slug: "ch-105" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 105 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Veylin smiled in disdain upon hearing the lady in the mask and focused his attention on the ten spheres of black flames. + +Seeing them circling around him, he decided to take his chances. With his spear aimed at the lady’s heart, he struck five times in quick succession, but the moment he attacked, one of the five flame spheres turned into a shield and appeared in front of the lady, blocking his strikes. + +A look of understanding flashed in Veylin’s eyes as he observed this. "You’re just stalling for time, aren’t you?" he asked. + +The lady in the mask responded indifferently, "No, I am not stalling. I am just defending Max." + +Veylin’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Then you’ll have to do better than that." His body began to release lightning in all directions around the lady in the mask. + +Some tendrils of lightning reached her right side, some slithered around her left, while others curled behind her. The lightning completely surrounded her from all sides. + +Just then, Veylin’s body disappeared from his position and appeared at one of the lightning tendrils on the right side of the lady. His spear stabbed toward her heart. + +The movement of Veylin from his original position to where the lightning was wriggling around was so fast that most couldn’t even react. + +But that was not the case for the lady in the mask. From the holes in her eyes, it was clear that she moved her gaze the moment Veylin appeared at her right side. + +She was able to react swiftly to his attack, even before it reached her. + +As soon as Veylin moved from his position, one of the black flame spheres moved with him and appeared at the right side of the lady. + +It blocked his attack, rendering him shocked, but he didn’t give up. He disappeared again, reappearing where the lightning from her left side was. + +Veylin thrust his spear toward her, but once again, it was blocked by one of the black flame spheres. + +"I’m faster!" Veylin shouted as he moved around the lady in the mask, stabbing his spear at her from all angles and all sides. + +It was like he was riding the lightning… like he became the lightning as he moved along the tendrils, appearing and disappearing out of nowhere. + +He was like a blur of shadows attacking her non-stop from all her sides. + +However, none of his attacks landed on the lady in the mask. Every single one of his spear strikes was blocked by the black flame spheres, rendering all his efforts useless. + +"Who are you?" Veylin asked, his face contorting with frustration. He was one level above her in strength and still couldn’t touch her. This made him very uncomfortable. + +The lady in the mask replied indifferently, "It doesn’t matter. Just know that you won’t pass me." + +Veylin gritted his teeth in frustration. He definitely didn’t want to let this chance slip away. "It seems I’ll have to get serious now." + +The lady smiled in response behind her mask. + +Veylin calmed himself down, standing with the spearhead facing her. Lightning began to gather around the tip of his spear, slowly concentrating on it. + +As this happened, Five turned to the man in the mask. "You faked it quite well by taking the lead and forcing me to counter you, leaving her with Veylin." + +The man in the mask chuckled. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said, glancing toward the lady in the mask. Suddenly, he sensed a very dangerous energy behind her. + +"What’s the kid doing?" he frowned as he saw a long blade in front of Max, glowing with red and blue hues. + +Five turned and saw it as well. "He’s been at it for a while now," he said, pondering. + +"I know," the man in the mask said, his eyes narrowing. "I thought he was looking for an opening to attack Veylin, but it seems he had something else entirely planned." + +Five’s expression turned extremely serious as he studied the blade. "I don’t know if it’s a skill or a technique, but this blade is oozing with serious energy. This attack has already reached our level." + +The man in the mask nodded, intrigued. "But I don’t think he’s done yet." + +While the lady from the Black Lotus Guild had taken her time to defend him against Veylin, Max wasn’t idle. + +He had been preparing his strongest attack in such a way that it would appear to others as though he was simply waiting for an opening to attack Veylin. In reality, he had been preparing his most powerful move. + +Looking at the long blade emanating such intense power, Max felt conflicted about one thing. + +’Should I add my black flames or not?’ At this moment, he didn’t care about others seeing him use black flames, but he couldn’t be sure how people from the Black Lotus Guild would react. + +Would they target him for his black flames? What would happen then? + +Tens of questions raced through his mind, but he understood that this was his only chance against Veylin. If he didn’t take it, he would always remain passive, relying on others to defend him. + +Moreover, only after taking Veylin down would he have a chance to rescue Alice. + +’I’ll risk it all,’ Max thought resolutely, and added the black flames to the long blade. + +The blade immediately turned pitch black, engulfed in black flames. + +The man in the mask was shocked to see the black flames, and for the first time in his life, he felt something stir inside him—something in his bloodline, something restricting his bloodline, restricting his powers. + +’Bloodline suppression? But how?’ He muttered his eyes widened in shock, hundreds of questions flooding his mind. + +It wasn’t just him who was affected; all the members of the Black Lotus Guild were as well. However, the most noticeable reaction came from the lady in the mask. + +The ten spheres of black flames surrounding Veylin suddenly extinguished, their flames vanishing. + +The lady in the mask felt the pressure on her body, the suppression of her bloodline. It felt as if someone had stripped away all her strength, leaving her completely vulnerable. + +"Move aside," she heard Max’s voice, and as if by instinct, or due to the bloodline suppression, she immediately stepped aside. + +Then, she saw a long sword, bathed in black flames, hovering in front of Max. The aura emanating from it was enough to overwhelm anyone completely. + +At that moment, Veylin also saw the long blade overflowing with black flames. He had already noticed Max preparing something, but since he had been busy with his own attack, he hadn’t paid attention to Max. + +Continue reading on freewebnovel.com + +After all, how strong could an attack from someone at level 3 of Apprentice Rank be? He had already faced Max’s attacks before they were strong but at the same time not strong enough to cause any harm to him. + +But the instant he saw the blade engulfed in black flames, he regretted his earlier decision. He actually felt a little threatened by that blade. + +"Go." Max didn’t waste any time and sent the blade flying toward Veylin. + +The distance between them wasn’t great, so the blade only needed a moment to reach Veylin.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +"Damn you!" Veylin cursed out loud, his voice filled with rage as he thrust his spear, fully engulfed in lightning, toward Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1050.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1050.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e86ee91 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1050.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1044: Max vs Twin Demons" +slug: "ch-1050" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1050 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1060 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Where are the twin demons?" Max asked again, his voice cutting through the heavy silence that had settled in the arena. + +"We are right here." + +Two towering figures descended from the sky and landed in the center of the arena. Their cruel grins exposed rows of jagged teeth, and their dark red eyes gleamed with the joy of bloodshed. The moment Max laid eyes on them, the infernal energy around his body flared violently, wrapping him in a suffocating aura that made the air tremble. Yet his expression remained calm, unnervingly calm, as if rage and hatred had been buried beneath an unshakable resolve. + +"Let us start the battle," he said flatly. + +The sound of his words rippled outward. At once, both the demons and the humans standing on the edges of the arena floated back, retreating beyond the boundaries. The protective runes glowed faintly, sealing off the battlefield and leaving only Max and the twin demons standing within the vast stone platform. The crowd outside fell silent, knowing the clash was about to begin. + +Aron, the first of the twin demons, sneered, his deep voice echoing across the arena. "How foolish can you be to accept our challenge? It was nothing more than bait to lure you out, and here you are, ready to throw away your life." His grin widened as he licked his lips. + +Bron, the second brother, laughed cruelly and added, "Brother, you are right. This human truly is a fool. Just because we slaughtered a few weaklings, he thinks he can come here and challenge us. Humans really are the most pathetic creatures in the universe. They never learn." + +Max’s crimson eyes flickered once, and then his figure vanished. The twins’ grins froze as the space around Bron distorted. Max appeared right in front of him, moving faster than their eyes could follow. His fist surged forward, cloaked in infernal energy and wrapped with the power of one thousand Draconic Essences. The air around his strike cracked, and space itself rippled outward from the force. + +His power had risen dramatically in the days he spent within the Black Lotus Guild. Before leaving for this battle, he had requested dragon-related treasures from the Old Saintess and Razel. The Black Lotus Guild, one of the oldest powers in the Middle Domain, had indeed preserved such treasures. + +After absorbing them, his Draconic Essences had risen in a meteoric leap, reaching one thousand in total. On top of that, he had secured rare chaos stones that reinforced his Dragon Scales, pushing them all the way to one thousand as well. + +The result was a body overflowing with explosive power, scales that rivaled divine steel, and strength that made his fists into weapons of destruction. + +Max’s fist, empowered by the strength of one thousand Draconic Essences, tore through the air as though it were ripping apart the very fabric of space. The sheer pressure of the strike bent the surroundings, its destructive intent aimed directly at Bron. For a moment it looked certain that the demon would be obliterated on the spot. + +Yet, just as the fist was about to land, Bron’s figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, his position was replaced by Aron, who was already prepared with a fist of his own. + +The two fists met. + +BOOM! + +The sound of their collision shook the arena to its core. The ground beneath them crumbled into rubble as their powers clashed, tearing apart stone and shattering layers of reinforcement beneath the surface. Almost instantly a devastating shockwave erupted outward from the clash, sweeping across the battlefield with unstoppable force. + +The wave struck the barrier surrounding the arena. + +BANG! + +The runes embedded in the barrier flared brightly. These were no ordinary defenses but high-grade protective inscriptions carved with the combined efforts of the most skilled rune masters of the Middle Domain. The shockwave struck them, but the barrier held firm, dispersing the energy harmlessly. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. ’Did they just swap places?’ His mind raced as he processed what had happened, but before he could form a strategy, danger approached. + +From behind him, a crimson light flickered. A blood arrow, sharp and deadly, shot toward the back of his head. For an ordinary fighter, the strike would have been undetectable until it was far too late. But Max’s Three Dimensional Body saw everything. The instant the arrow entered his range, he perceived it clearly, as though it were moving in slow motion. + +Even so, a heartbeat had barely passed since his fist collided with Aron’s. Their arms were still locked together, their clash not yet fully separated, when the blood-red arrow streaked toward the vulnerable spot at the back of Max’s skull. + +Just as the arrow was about to strike, a flash of blue light cut through the air. A sword, glowing brilliantly, appeared behind Max and met the blood arrow in mid-flight. The two forces collided, sparking violently before dispersing into nothingness. The attack had been intercepted. + +Max’s figure vanished in that very instant. He disengaged from Aron and teleported away, reappearing at a safe distance across the arena. His red aura surged around him like a tide as he glared at the twin demons, his mind already analyzing their techniques. + +Aron turned his head toward Bron, his grin widening. "Brother, this one is strong. He took my fist head-on and did not even flinch." + +Bron stepped forward and joined his brother’s side, his own aura pulsing with speed that bent the air around him. + +Max’s crimson eyes gleamed coldly. ’One is overwhelmingly strong, and the other is incredibly fast. Together, they will be difficult to handle.’ He knew this battle was going to push him to his very limits. But the fire of vengeance within him only burned hotter. + +The spectators outside the arena were frozen for a moment, their eyes wide as they tried to comprehend what they had just witnessed. The silence among the demons broke first, their voices sharp with disbelief. + +"How could this be? How could a human match Aron in pure raw power?" one demon hissed, his clawed hands trembling. + +"Aron is said to possess one of the greatest physical strengths among all demons, a monster who could crush mountains with his fists. And yet that human did not even budge when they clashed," another demon said, his face pale with shock. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1051.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1051.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c0ced17 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1051.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1045: A Raging Battle" +slug: "ch-1051" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1051 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Their voices carried a tone of fear that was difficult to conceal. The thought of a human standing against Aron’s overwhelming might was unthinkable to them. Even more unthinkable was that this human was not at the Mythic Rank or Divine Rank but still at the first level of the Legend Rank. + +The humans, on the other hand, were equally stunned, but their shock quickly gave way to elation. Excitement surged through their veins like wildfire as they processed what they had just seen. + +"The first exchange ended in a tie," someone shouted from the human side, his voice trembling with excitement. + +"Yes, and it was two against one. Max was not suppressed at all. He stood his ground against both of them." + +"There is a chance. There truly is a chance that Max can kill these demons." + +The mood of the humans shifted rapidly. What had begun as nervous anticipation now transformed into burning hope. For weeks, they had lived under the shadow of the demons, oppressed by the destruction of the Valora Continent and countless battles lost. Now, standing before them was a figure who refused to bend, a youth who fought with power that should not have been possible. + +"I always believed in Max," a voice rang out from the crowd. "Only he can slaughter these demons. Only he can turn the tide of this war." + +The cry spread through the crowd, sparking a roar of voices rising together. + +"Go, Max! Slaughter them!" + +"Slaughter them all!" + +"Kill them! Leave none of them behind!" + +The chants shook the Black Rock Region as humans screamed his name, their voices filled with desperation, hope, and rage. They no longer saw him as just a genius. To them, Max was becoming a symbol of defiance, the one who could fight against the oppression of the demons and bring light back into their war. + +--- + +The arena trembled as the three figures exploded into motion once again. + +Aron charged first, his massive frame breaking through the air like a collapsing mountain. His fist glowed with the weight of demonic energy, every strike tearing cracks across the arena floor.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +Max met him head-on. His body flared with red light as the full power of one thousand Draconic Essences surged through his veins. His scales glimmered faintly beneath his skin, and when his fist collided with Aron’s, the sound was like thunder splitting the heavens. Stone shattered beneath their feet, sending fragments flying outward. + +Before the shockwave from their clash even faded, Bron appeared at Max’s side. His figure blurred as if space itself bent to accommodate his speed. He moved like lightning, his claws slashing toward Max’s throat with precision meant to kill. + +Max’s crimson eyes flickered, and his body vanished, teleporting just as the claws sliced through the afterimage he left behind. A flash of red lightning burst across the arena as he activated the Storm King’s Inheritance of Extreme Speed. His body became a streak of red lightning, racing back toward Aron before Bron could adjust. + +Aron roared, his fist swinging upward, but Max was already there. Their fists collided again, sparks spraying outward like meteors across the night sky. Each collision shook the protective barrier, runes straining to contain the chaos. The sound of their blows echoed endlessly, a drumbeat of destruction that filled every inch of the arena. + +Bron appeared behind Max once more, his movements sharper and faster than before. He struck with both hands, his claws aiming for Max’s spine. Yet Max’s Three Dimensional Body revealed every movement. He twisted his torso, teleporting an instant before impact, reappearing above Aron’s shoulder. His fist descended, golden light burning as he aimed to crush Aron’s skull. + +Aron caught the punch with both arms, his knees buckling under the weight but refusing to break. The ground beneath him split apart, veins of destruction spreading outward like spiderwebs. + +Bron did not pause. He darted across the battlefield, his figure leaving streaks of red light in the air. He intercepted Max mid-air, claws colliding with Max’s sword of red lightning that burst into being in his hand. The clash sent arcs of blue lightning scattering in all directions, wrapping the arena in a storm of raw energy. + +The battle became a blur of motion and destruction. Max teleported again and again, each time appearing in front of Aron to meet his strength with the full power of his Draconic Essences. Each punch was like a falling star, colliding with Aron’s massive fists in a symphony of power. + +At the same time, he used the Storm King’s speed to keep pace with Bron, vanishing and reappearing, their clashes forming streaks of light that wove across the battlefield. Lightning, blood energy, and infernal flames collided over and over, each strike louder than the last. + +The crowd outside could not look away. To them, the battle was almost incomprehensible. Fists collided, claws slashed, and lightning cracked in a constant storm. The three figures blurred, appearing and disappearing in flashes of power, each exchange threatening to tear apart the arena itself. + +One exchange passed, then ten, then fifty. The sound of impact and the sight of light became endless. Neither side yielded. Aron’s strength was met blow for blow, his body forced backward but never broken. + +Bron’s speed was countered step for step, his claws slicing through air but rarely finding flesh. And Max, with his body fortified by dragon essence and his mastery of teleportation and storm speed, stood unbroken between them, his fists, blades, and flames never once faltering. + +After a hundred exchanges, the battlefield lay in ruins. The once smooth stone floor of the arena had become a wasteland of craters and cracks. The runes of the barrier glowed brightly as they strained under the endless barrage of force, their light flickering dangerously. + +The three figures stood apart, breathing heavy but unyielding. Aron’s arms were bruised, his skin cracked from the pressure of Max’s fists. Bron’s claws dripped faintly with blood, not from Max but from the strain of his own speed tearing at his body. Max’s red hair burned like fire, his chest rising and falling, the infernal aura around him surging higher with every breath. + +Neither side had gained the upper hand. + +And yet none of them showed any sign of backing down. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1052.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1052.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..344eb66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1052.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1046: Suppression" +slug: "ch-1052" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1052 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1012 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Max is too strong," President William said, his voice carrying a sigh of relief mixed with disbelief. His eyes remained fixed on the battle raging in the arena. "If we had known he could fight against the twin demons without falling behind, we would never have locked him up in the first place." + +Lady Divine’s gaze sharpened as she studied Max’s figure, her tone solemn. "It is the infernal energy if I am not mistaken. He has been maintaining that form for more than a week now, and from what I see, all of the infernal energy he has drawn into himself during this time has been stored within him. That is why he appeared so unnaturally calm despite the flaring aura. He has been accumulating it for this very moment, preparing for this battle." + +Aden nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "That is what I suspect as well. But the question remains—how did he manage this? To accumulate infernal energy means facing its corruption. The longer one gathers it, the stronger the corruption grows until it consumes both body and mind. And yet look at him. Max seems unaffected. If anything, he is even steadier than before." + +The leaders exchanged uneasy glances. The weight of Aden’s words pressed heavily on them. + +Then the tiger-masked man, the mysterious leader of the Obsidian Order, broke into a smile. "Who cares how he managed it? What matters is that Max remains himself. He is not lost to the madness of infernal energy. That alone is enough. We do not need the bloodthirsty shadow of Max who slaughters indiscriminately. We need this Max, the one who can channel that monstrous energy yet remain human. As long as he can do that, I do not care what methods he uses." + +The others fell silent at his words. Even Lady Divine, who had been the most cautious, did not disagree. They all understood the truth. + +Aden’s crimson eyes flickered with sharpness as he turned back toward the battle. Inwardly, his thoughts hardened. ’The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain will decide everything. Whether humanity rises or falls in this war will hinge on what is gained within that place. And Max... Max is the key to it all.’ + +The leaders continued to watch as the clash in the arena escalated, each silently acknowledging that the youth they once tried to restrain had already surpassed their expectations. + +--- + +"Is that all? I was warned by many that you two are too strong but it turned out you two are only two pieces of trashes." Max sneered at them, his eyes glowing bright red. + +"Don’t you dare you underestimate us!" Aron and Bron both shouted in unison. + +Their bodies flared with demonic light, crimson and black energy pouring out of them in tidal waves that twisted the air. The ground split further beneath their feet, unable to withstand the pressure of their awakening techniques. + +Aron raised his massive arms and roared, his skin darkening to a near obsidian shade as streams of blood energy spiraled around him. His body swelled, muscles rippling with unnatural strength as a colossal war hammer of condensed blood force appeared in his grip. + +With a single swing, he brought the hammer down, releasing a shockwave that carried the weight of mountains. The wave of blood energy surged forward, hungry to crush everything in its path. + +At the same moment, Bron’s form blurred into streaks of light, his figure splitting into dozens of afterimages that darted across the battlefield. Each image released a crimson spear made of condensed demonic energy. They shot forward in a storm, hundreds of blood spears streaking through the air like a rain meant to pierce every inch of space around Max. The combined force of their assault was overwhelming, strength and speed interwoven to annihilate their opponent. + +Max’s crimson eyes narrowed. His body shifted, and in his hand appeared his sword, gleaming with killing intent. + +The blade vibrated with resonance as he infused it with his understanding of sword, flame, and lightning. The Severing Sword Concept at level three, the Flame Concept at level three, and the Lightning Concept at level three surged into the weapon, intertwining like threads of destruction. The aura around him grew sharp, hot, and electric all at once. + +He raised the blade and swung. + +The Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword burst forth. The first form came down like a stroke of divine lightning, splitting apart the blood wave of Aron’s hammer. The second form followed immediately, thunder roaring across the arena as his sword cleaved through the storm of crimson spears. + +One by one, the images of Bron shattered, his afterimages dispersed like mist under lightning. The sword light carried on, growing fiercer with each form. By the time the ninth form was unleashed, the entire arena was alight with arcs of lightning that split the ground and sky, the barrier groaning under the sheer force of it. + +The twin demons staggered back, their combined attack torn apart as though it were nothing. Their eyes widened with rage, but Max did not pause. His blade was raised again, this time wreathed in crimson flames that burned hotter than molten lava. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art... Burial of Nine Suns." + +Nine blazing suns ignited in the sky above the arena, each one swirling with destructive fire that radiated unbearable heat. The flames coalesced into orbs of annihilation, and then, with a single swing of Max’s sword, they descended. The suns fell like judgment, each one exploding with crimson fire that scorched the very barrier keeping the crowd safe. The protective runes blazed with blinding light, straining desperately to contain the destruction. + +Aron roared in fury, bringing his colossal hammer up to block, but each sun that fell pushed him further back. His arms cracked under the pressure, demonic energy spilling from his body in waves of resistance. Bron’s speed faltered as he tried to dart between the falling suns, but the flames licked at his body no matter how fast he moved. Each explosion rattled his core, forcing blood from his lips. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1053.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1053.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d2df324 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1053.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1047: Spare?" +slug: "ch-1053" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1053 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1143 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood tall amidst the storm, his sword cutting down technique after technique, his concepts intertwining in perfect harmony. The severing edge of his sword split their defenses, his lightning tore through their speed, and his flames burned their strength to ash. Every energy attack the twin demons hurled at him was shattered in the air, broken apart by either the thunderclap of his blade or the burial fire of his suns. + +The arena became a battlefield of elemental destruction. Lightning carved through stone, flames reduced the ground to molten rivers, and sword energy severed even the reinforced runes etched into the earth. Aron and Bron’s combined might shook the arena, but Max’s techniques tore through them again and again, leaving the demons with no advantage. + +From outside the barrier, the humans erupted in thunderous cries. They could see clearly that Max was not only enduring the combined assault of the twin demons but dismantling their most powerful abilities with his own mastery. His sword carried the weight of vengeance, his flames carried the fury of loss, and his lightning carried the swiftness of retribution. + +For the first time, the arrogance of the twin demons cracked. Their blood eyes narrowed in unison, and for the first time in centuries, they felt pressure. + +And Max, his aura still surging higher, looked at them with disdain as if their so-called overwhelming might was nothing but paper before his blade. + +"Time to end this," Max muttered, his voice steady as the concept of flame and lightning that had burned around him dissipated completely. What remained was the sharp, cutting presence of his third level concept of the Severing Sword, pure and unyielding. The energy around him grew colder, heavier, as if every strand of existence was being sliced apart by the unseen edge of his will. + +Both Bron and Aron immediately grew wary. They could sense that Max was preparing something different, something more dangerous than before. + +"Brother, I will flank him from the side while you take his attention head-on," Bron said, his tone low and sharp. His crimson eyes narrowed into slits. "This time, use your full power. I will also use mine." + +Aron gave a single nod, his expression grim. + +"Demonic Might—Release!" he roared, his voice shaking the entire arena. + +His body swelled instantly, muscles doubling in size as his frame expanded by more than five feet. Black steam hissed out of his pores, enveloping him in a suffocating mist that warped the air. His fists clenched so tightly that space itself quivered, faint cracks rippling outward as if reality could not withstand the sheer force gathering in his body. Then, without warning, his towering figure vanished. + +WHAAAANG! + +The sound was like a war drum tearing through the battlefield. Aron reappeared directly in front of Max, his speed shocking even the most seasoned observers. Despite his colossal form, he moved as fast as Bron, his body blurring into motion that defied expectation. The path behind him was utterly destroyed, a jagged line of collapsed ground and shattered stone marking his approach. + +He clenched his enormous fist, the knuckles glowing with demonic light, and brought it down toward Max with the intent to crush him entirely. The impact carried the weight of mountains, the kind of blow that could tear apart continents if not for the runes reinforcing the arena. + +At the very same moment, Bron ignited his own technique. His body glowed with crimson light, beams of energy erupting from him like rivers of molten destruction. Everything the beams touched melted instantly, turning stone to liquid and burning holes in the air itself. Then his figure flickered and disappeared, leaving behind only streaks of red light. + +He reappeared at Max’s right side, his body glowing like a blade of condensed destruction. There was no pause, no hesitation. His momentum surged as if he intended to ram Max directly with his entire body, a crimson comet of annihilation meant to pierce and erase anything in its path. + +For the first time in the fight, the twins were using their full power, their strength and speed unleashed together. The arena shook violently, the barrier runes blazing brighter and brighter to contain the chaos. The humans outside held their breath in fear, while the demons roared with savage excitement, knowing their champions were about to unleash devastation. + +Just as the two demons unleashed their devastating charge, Max remained completely calm. His body did not flinch, his breathing did not falter, and his crimson eyes glowed faintly with a cold light. His Three Dimensional Body had already mapped out every angle of their attack, every movement of their muscles, every fluctuation in their energy. Nothing about their assault was hidden from him. + +He raised his sword slowly, the blade humming with an aura that seemed to sever even the air around it. His voice was quiet, yet it carried through the arena with the weight of inevitability. + +"Sky Shattering Sword Art – Heaven Severing Sword." + +The sword descended in a single motion. There was no flourish, no spectacle of power, only a clean and deliberate swing. + +BANG! + +The sound rang out like the cracking of the heavens themselves. The moment the blade fell, Aron and Bron’s bodies jerked violently. Their colossal attacks never reached Max. Instead, both demons were blasted away as if struck by an invisible force of immeasurable power. Their massive figures were hurled across the arena, spinning through the air like broken projectiles. + +They slammed into the far corners of the arena, colliding with the glowing runic walls with thunderous impact. The runes flared brightly, holding against the force, while the stone beneath their bodies cratered from the collision. + +For a moment the arena went silent. The demons struggled to understand what had just happened. One moment, their attacks had been inches away from crushing Max. The next, they were the ones sent flying helplessly. + +Then the true horror revealed itself. Both Aron and Bron looked down and froze. Their arms and legs had been severed with terrifying precision. Blood sprayed into the air, splattering across the broken stone, but the wounds were too clean, too perfect. There had been no wasted motion, no jagged cuts. It was as if their limbs had simply ceased to exist, sliced away by a force so sharp they never even felt the moment it happened. + +A chill unlike any other spread through their bodies. This was not just defeat. This was dominance. Max had chosen not to kill them. He had chosen, instead, to cut away their limbs with surgical accuracy. + +And that fact alone terrified them more than death. + +Because it meant that in that one swing, Max had already decided their fate. If he had wanted to, he could have ended their lives in an instant. + +But was Max really chosen to not kill them? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1054.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1054.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..43131e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1054.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1048: Killing would be too easy for them" +slug: "ch-1054" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1054 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1069 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What? Just one sword attack, and he cut off their limbs? How could Max be this strong?" + +The stunned cries rippled through the demon ranks first, disbelief written across their twisted faces. They had expected a desperate struggle, perhaps even Max’s death, but never something like this. + +Even the humans gathered outside the arena were momentarily speechless. They could see clearly that Max’s cultivation had not changed. He was still at the first level of the Legend Rank. Yet with that level alone, he was fighting not one but two peak Mythic Rank demons as though they were toys to be discarded. + +"Damn, he truly is the strongest genius of all time," one human finally shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. + +"Yeah, he is no joke. I have never seen anyone wield that much combat power. He is the real deal." + +"With him taking the lead, humanity has a chance. We actually have a chance to win this war against the demons. If his strength reaches the Divine Rank, then with his combat power, I do not think any being could stand against him." + +The words ignited the crowd. They began chanting his name, their voices carrying the weight of hope. + +"Max! Max! Max! Max!" + +The chants rolled like thunder, echoing through the Black Rock Region. Humans from every corner of the Middle Domain, watching through the broadcast of the Hunter Association, were no different. Across cities, academies, guild halls, and sect compounds, the roar of excitement spread like wildfire. The existence of Max had become more than just a symbol. He was living proof that the human race was not finished. If they could endure, if they could give him enough time to grow, there might yet be victory. + +The demons, however, were far from excited. Their faces were dark, their eyes burning with cold fury. + +"This human is a problem," Varian muttered, his massive arms crossed over his chest. His voice rumbled with suppressed rage. + +Bellion’s expression twisted further, hatred seething in his tone. "That boy killed my student. I want to crush him with my own hands!" His sharp teeth ground together, his jaw tight with bloodlust. + +Zoltan’s lips curved into a cruel smile. He leaned closer to them and whispered a few words, too low for the humans to hear. His crimson eyes glimmered with cunning. + +Both Varian and Bellion turned their gazes on him, their scowls shifting into sneers. Their cruel expressions said enough. They liked what they heard. + +"Do this," Varian said, his dark grin widening. "The rest, I will handle." + +The three demons exchanged a look, their expressions sharpening with malice as the battlefield raged on. + +--- + +Max walked slowly across the broken arena floor, each step deliberate, his crimson aura crackling in the air. His gaze never wavered from the two figures sprawled before him. Aron and Bron, once feared as peak Mythic Rank demons, now lay helpless, their limbs severed cleanly by a single swing of his blade. Their massive frames twitched faintly, blood pooling beneath them as they tried and failed to rise. + +Max stopped a few paces away, his red eyes as cold as an abyss. His voice carried no anger, only chilling indifference. "Tell me, do you two regret what you did to Valora Continent?" + +Aron bared his jagged teeth, sneering even as his body trembled from blood loss. "If you want to kill us, then kill us. What is with this nonsense about regret? We demons do not regret anything." + +Max tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Oh, is that so? For a moment, I thought you might finally regret it." His hands rose slowly, black smoke swirling around his fingers as infernal energy surged forth like liquid corruption. "But since you do not, let me help you understand." + +In one swift movement, Max crouched, gripping each of their heads firmly in his hands. The energy in his palms roared to life, pouring straight into their skulls like a flood. + +The result was immediate. + +"AHHHHHHHH!" + +Both demons screamed in unison, their guttural roars of agony echoing through the arena. The infernal energy seeped through their skulls into their minds, corrupting everything it touched. Their eyes bulged, veins spreading across their faces like dark roots. Their bodies convulsed violently, their torsos arching as if their very bones were splintering from within. + +Max’s expression did not change. His grip tightened, forcing even more energy into them. The infernal energy was not simply pain. It was corruption that gnawed at their souls, twisting every nerve and tendon, burning through their blood like molten poison. + +It forced them to relive every act of slaughter they had committed, but not with triumph. Each memory was distorted, forcing them to feel their victims’ screams and agony as if they were the ones being butchered. + +Max had never attempted something like this before, but deep inside he had always known it was possible. The first time he had been consumed by infernal energy, it had forced him into a state of constant torment, twisting his body and mind until he felt he would break. + +That experience, though cruel, had planted the knowledge in him. If the infernal energy could do that to him, then with his current mastery over it, he could direct that same corruption outward. + +Over the years, Max’s control over the infernal energy had grown sharper, more refined. What had once been a wild force trying to devour him had become a weapon he could bend to his will. He had shaped it, mastered its tides, and now he could thread it through every nerve of another being’s body. It was no longer just destructive energy; under his command it became corruption that could rot a soul and break a mind without ending life. + +As his hands pressed harder against the skulls of the twin demons, Max poured more of that corruption into them. His crimson eyes narrowed as he remembered Lenavira. She had suffered under a curse that had twisted her into her dark elf state, and through her, Max had seen the depths of despair that such corruption could cause. The sight of her anguish had burned itself into him, and from that image he drew inspiration. + +If Lenavira, a being with light mana, could suffer so much from infernal energy, then the demons, who were the epitome of evil and darkness, surely would suffer much more. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1055.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1055.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b0c5d2b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1055.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1049: Zoltan making a move" +slug: "ch-1055" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1055 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1126 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Killing Aron and Bron would be simple. One strike, one swing of his sword, and their heads would roll. That would end their existence quickly, far too quickly for Max’s heart to accept. Death was a release, and release was not what he wanted for them. + +He wanted them to feel the weight of what they had done. He wanted their every breath to carry agony, their every thought to be poisoned by pain. He wanted them to suffer in ways they had never imagined, not for a few moments, but for as long as he chose to keep them alive. + +Their bodies twisted violently beneath his grip, their screams echoing across the arena. The corruption spread through them like wildfire, but Max kept a tight leash on it. He guided it carefully, making sure it destroyed without killing, burned without ending, broke without releasing. Every moment was engineered to draw out despair. + +In his mind, he had already decided. Aron and Bron would not die here. Their punishment would not be so merciful. They would live, but in chains of torment spun from his infernal energy. For every soul they had slaughtered on the Valora Continent, for every scream they had ignored, Max would carve suffering into their bodies. + +To him, this was not vengeance alone. It was justice. And justice, in his eyes, demanded eternity. + +Bron’s voice broke into a shrill, distorted cry. "Stop! STOP!" His body flailed helplessly, stumps of his severed limbs scraping against the stone as if trying to crawl away. + +Aron tried to sneer again, tried to show defiance, but his voice cracked under the weight of pain. "We... we do not... regret..." His words dissolved into another scream as black smoke poured from his mouth. + +The crowd outside fell silent. The humans watched in awe and fear, unable to look away as Max’s infernal aura engulfed the demons. The demons who once showed no remorse now writhed like insects under his grip. Even the demons in the audience shifted uneasily, some stepping back as if the agony of their champions bled into their own bones. + +Max leaned closer, his voice soft, almost whispering. "You took everything from me. You destroyed my continent. You slaughtered my people. Now, you will feel what they felt... every second of it." + +The infernal energy surged again, and their screams grew hoarse. Their eyes rolled back as their bodies shook violently, spasms racking their frames while the corruption tore at their very essence. Max did not kill them outright. Instead, he fed the energy in carefully, ensuring their suffering was drawn out, an endless cycle of torment and decay. + +For the first time since the battle began or one would say since their birth, the twin demons knew despair. + +"Everything has consequences in this world, and this is yours," Max muttered, his tone flat and merciless. With a flick of his hand, the broken bodies of Aron and Bron vanished into his Dimension of Spirit. Inside that separate world, he gave his orders. Blob was tasked with torturing them physically, breaking their bodies over and over, while Tian was commanded to keep constant watch. The Dimension of Spirit itself restricted every movement they might attempt. + +There would be no escape, no reprieve. Aron and Bron would live out the remainder of their existence in unending agony, writhing under the corruption of infernal energy consuming them making them feel the agony of all the humans they had slaughtered in the Valora Continent from within while Blob inflicted pain from outside. + +For them, death would have been mercy. Max had denied them mercy. + +Clap. Clap. Clap. + +The sound of hands coming together echoed through the arena. It was slow, deliberate, and mocking. A figure stepped forward from the ranks of the demons, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement. It was Zoltan, the demon race’s strongest genius, striding into the arena with a smile curling across his lips. + +"You are very good," Zoltan said, his voice smooth but carrying a sharp edge. + +"Damn it, when did he enter?" Aden muttered, his expression turning grim. He, President William, Hermes, and several other leaders of the human side immediately took flight, surging toward the arena to intervene. Yet before they could step inside, their path was blocked. Varian, Bellion, and several demon leaders moved into place, their auras flaring to seal the space like an impenetrable wall. + +Aden’s face darkened. His voice cut through the air. "What is the meaning of this, Varian? Are the demons breaking their word?" + +Varian sneered, his fangs glinting in the crimson light. "Zoltan only wishes to exchange a few moves with Max. That battle with Aron and Bron stirred something in him, awakened his fighting spirit. He wants to see just how talented this boy from your human domain really is." + +Aden’s hands clenched tightly, his voice cold. "Do you think this is possible? Do you think we will allow this?" + +Before he could take another step, a voice whispered in his ear, carried by vital essence transmission. It was Max. + +[Grandmaster Aden, don’t act rashly. Let them have their way for now. Zoltan cannot kill me. If you have been watching me all this time, then you know I can teleport to the Great Ruler Empire at any moment should my life be in danger.] + +Aden’s eyes flickered, his expression grim as he listened in silence. + +’What do you intend to do?’ he asked through the same secret channel. + +Max’s response came instantly, his voice cold and steady. [I intend to make their strongest genius suffer heavily.] + +Aden hesitated for only a breath before replying. "Do as you wish. But the moment you feel your life slipping out of your control, teleport away without hesitation." + +[I will,] Max answered firmly. + +Aden’s gaze shifted back to the arena where Zoltan stood, his body glowing faintly with crimson demonic energy, a predator eager for a worthy hunt. + +And Max, standing at the center of the arena with red hair flowing and infernal energy rippling calmly around him, raised his sword slightly, his eyes locked onto Zoltan’s. + +"Aden, what is it you fear so much?" Varian sneered, his voice filled with mocking amusement. "They will only be exchanging a few moves. Nothing more. Nothing big." + +Aden’s gaze sharpened, his crimson aura faintly rippling. "Varian, I am warning you. Do not try anything foolish. If you do, you will have only yourself to blame for what follows." His tone was sharp and cold, his presence pressing down like a blade. + +Outwardly, he played his role as the cautious leader ready to step in at the first sign of betrayal. Inwardly, however, his focus remained locked on Max, waiting for any signal that the youth needed intervention. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1056.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1056.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71317cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1056.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1050: Max’s evil plan" +slug: "ch-1056" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1056 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1348 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Inside the arena, the tension between the two young figures was suffocating. Max stood tall, his eyes calm, unreadable, and steady. His sword rested loosely in his hand, his red aura pulsing faintly. He looked at Zoltan without flinching. "What do you want?" + +Zoltan’s lips curved into a smile, but his eyes burned with hostility. "I hate that look in your eyes," he said, his voice deceptively light. "That calm, detached stare. That uncaring coldness. The look of disdain, as though everyone else is beneath you. It irritates me more than you can imagine." + +Max’s lips curled into a sneer. "Oh, that? Just admit it. You feel inferior to me, and I will understand. You do not need to search for excuses to pick a fight." + +Zoltan’s smile remained fixed, but his body betrayed him. The thick cords of muscle across his frame trembled as the nerves in his body twitched with suppressed anger. His fists clenched tighter, the cracks in his facade beginning to show. + +"You have quite a fast tongue, human," he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of threat. "But it will not save you." + +His eyes narrowed. "I was entertained by your little battle against Aron and Bron, but it was not enough. I want more. I want you to take a move from me." + +Max’s expression darkened at the arrogance in Zoltan’s tone. His grip on his sword tightened slightly, and after a long breath he gave a single nod. "Do it." + +Zoltan’s grin widened into laughter, his voice echoing across the arena. "That is what I wanted to hear." He raised his fists, black energy surging violently around them like a storm. His aura twisted, distorting the air, and then he thrust his hands toward the ground. + +Almost instantly, the earth beneath Max cracked and split apart. From within the shadows, black serpent-like creatures erupted forth, their bodies long and sinuous, their scales glowing faintly with demonic light. They slithered across the shattered ground with terrifying speed, their maws opening wide to reveal rows of needle-like fangs. + +The serpents surged forward, their hissing cries echoing through the air, each one diving toward Max as though intent on swallowing him whole. The ground trembled under their advance, and the runes of the arena flickered faintly from the intensity of Zoltan’s technique. + +Max stood at the center, his red eyes narrowing slightly, his aura still calm even as the swarm of serpents closed in around him. + +’Time to test the new black flames,’ Max thought, his eyes glowing coldly as he let go of the restraints he had held until now. + +Bang! + +The air trembled violently as black flames erupted from his body like a raging volcano. They surged outward in an instant, expanding in all directions with devastating force. The flames swallowed the arena whole, spreading like a tide of darkness that consumed everything in its path. + +The serpent born from Zoltan’s technique shrieked as the black fire wrapped around its body, its scales sizzling before it was engulfed completely. Even Zoltan himself vanished into the storm of black fire. + +The humans watching outside gasped in shock. The barrier surrounding the arena flickered faintly, straining to hold back the terrifying energy. The black flames looked alive, twisting and coiling like an endless sea of burning shadows, blotting out everything from view. + +Varian’s eyes narrowed sharply, his voice carrying a note of surprise. "What?" He had not expected Max to unleash such a devastating ability so suddenly. The sheer scale of it made even him uneasy. + +But almost immediately, he calmed and sneered. "It does not matter. These black flames will not harm Zoltan. The difference in their power is too vast. If Max were at the Mythic Rank, then perhaps things would be different. But at his current level, this changes nothing." His tone was steady, but his gaze did not leave the burning arena.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Aden stood with his arms crossed, his eyes locked firmly on the battlefield. His expression had grown grave. ’What are you trying to do, Max?’ he thought. The youth’s actions were deliberate. That much was certain. Max was not one to waste energy without purpose. + +Inside the inferno, Zoltan’s laughter cut through the roaring flames. His bulky frame stood firm, black energy rippling around him like armor, keeping the destructive fire at bay. His grin widened, his voice mocking. "You think these flames can stop my attack? How naive." + +The black serpent, thought to have been consumed, suddenly lashed out. Its massive tail whipped violently, and with one crushing sweep, the infernal creature blew away the surrounding sea of flames. The black fire dispersed with a thunderous roar, scattered like smoke torn apart by a storm. + +But as the smoke cleared, Zoltan’s mocking expression shifted. He glanced around, scanning the arena. + +Max’s figure was gone. + +Zoltan spun across the arena, his crimson eyes darting from one corner to the next, his senses straining to find even the faintest trace of Max. The flames had been blown away, the air cleared, and yet the human had disappeared as though swallowed by nothingness. A shiver ran down his spine. + +He was a Divine Rank genius, his perception sharp enough to pierce through illusions and concealments, yet he could not sense a mere Legend Rank youth. For the first time in the battle, unease crept into his heart. + +"Max? Are you a coward now?" Zoltan roared, his voice reverberating in the arena. "Come out and face me. You call yourself the strongest genius of the human race, yet you hide like a rat? Reveal yourself!" His sneer stretched across his face, his words dripping with contempt, though in truth they were meant to provoke. Rage was easier to handle than silence. + +Just then, a calm voice answered him from behind. "As you say." + +Zoltan’s body stiffened instantly. He whipped around, but before he could react fully, Max’s hand was already pressed against his chest, directly over his heart. Zoltan’s eyes widened in horror. + +In that single touch, the infernal energy within Max erupted. It surged into Zoltan like a raging tide, flooding his heart and then spreading to every corner of his body. His veins bulged dark red as the corruption raced through him, tainting his blood, twisting his flesh, and clawing at his soul. + +Zoltan staggered backward, his muscles seizing violently. "What are you doing?!" His roar turned into a distorted cry, and as he tried to sprint back, the energy had already taken root. It was too late. His entire body was now wrapped in a burning shroud of infernal energy, both inside and out. + +He clutched at his chest, eyes wild. "What did you do to me?!" His voice cracked as the corruption deepened. The first wave of agony struck him like fire running through his veins. He felt an uncontrollable rage swell in his heart, so overpowering that he thought his blood vessels would burst at any moment. + +His breathing grew ragged, and along with the rage came thousands of other emotions all crashing through his mind at once—hatred, fear, jealousy, despair, anguish, greed. They all screamed inside his head, louder and louder, until he could no longer distinguish his own thoughts. + +His knees buckled as he struggled to control himself, but every attempt only fed the corruption. His fists shook, his teeth ground until they cracked, his skin darkened in patches where the infernal energy burned like a brand. + +Then, in the midst of this chaos, his gaze snapped to Max. He expected to see the same red-haired, abyssal figure that had stood before him since the beginning of the fight. But what he saw made his mind reel. + +Max’s hair was no longer red. It had returned to its natural white, glowing faintly against the darkness of the infernal energy that still swirled around him. His expression was calm, detached, and utterly controlled. + +"You... what did you do to me?" Zoltan demanded, his voice breaking with panic. His pride as the strongest demon genius was collapsing under the unbearable storm raging inside him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1057.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1057.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..653d35c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1057.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1051: Corrupted Zoltan" +slug: "ch-1057" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1057 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Damn, human! What did you do?!" Zoltan roared, his voice cracking with pain and fury. His body convulsed violently as if every muscle inside him was being ripped apart. + +The uproar drew the others instantly. The figures of Varian, Bellion, and several other demon lords stormed into the arena, their auras flaring wildly. At the same time, the human leaders also appeared. Aden, President William, Lady Divine, and the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order positioned themselves in a tight formation around Max, ready to intervene if the situation demanded it. The remaining human leaders spread out, their eyes fixed on Zoltan. + +The entire arena fell into tense silence as everyone registered what they were witnessing. Zoltan, the strongest genius of the demon race, was overflowing with infernal energy. His body shook as if it was about to burst, dark red lines of corruption running beneath his skin. + +The leaders of the human race, who were all well-versed in the nature of infernal energy, froze in shock. Even with their knowledge, none of them had seen something like this before. Zoltan was not wielding infernal energy—he was drowning in it.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +Their gazes shifted back to Max. His white hair fluttered gently, his aura calm and steady, completely free of the infernal energy that had consumed him for weeks. The contrast was stark. It did not take long for them to understand what had happened. Max had transferred all of his accumulated infernal energy into Zoltan. + +But the method was beyond comprehension. They had never heard of any technique, art, or curse that allowed such a direct transfer. Their shock deepened into disbelief. How could a Legend Rank human, with nothing more than a touch, burden the peak of demonic genius with such corruption? + +"Ahhhhhh!" Zoltan’s scream cut through their thoughts. His body twisted violently as his voice cracked into madness. "I am going mad! I am going MAD!" He clawed at his chest, tearing his own skin as the infernal energy inside him began to eat away at his mind and soul. The corruption spread faster than he could resist. + +"Max! What did you do to him?!" Varian bellowed, his fury palpable. His hands rose as he released torrents of demonic energy, forcing it into Zoltan’s body in an attempt to stabilize him. But almost immediately, Varian’s expression shifted into horror. + +The demonic energy he supplied was devoured the moment it entered, swallowed whole by the raging infernal current within Zoltan. Nothing he did slowed it down. It only seemed to make it worse. + +Zoltan dropped to his knees, black smoke rising from his pores. His eyes, once sharp and filled with arrogance, now bulged with madness. The sclera turned pitch black while crimson veins spread across them like cracks in shattered glass. His jaw unhinged slightly, his teeth lengthening, his breath coming in ragged snarls. + +Then the corruption took physical form. His skin darkened as patches of crimson and black scales began to spread across his chest and arms. The once-sturdy aura of a Divine Rank genius was now fractured, unstable, and terrifying. His body expanded and contracted as if the infernal energy was reshaping him against his will. His mind was no better; his shouts of rage became incoherent, filled with twisted laughter and guttural growls. + +He was being torn apart, both inside and out. + +And Max, standing only a few feet away, watched with calm indifference, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. + +The corruption inside Zoltan reached its peak, and his body could no longer resist the overwhelming tide of infernal energy. His screams deepened into guttural howls that shook the very barrier of the arena. His flesh writhed as if alive, veins bulging until they burst open to release black steam that hissed into the air. His arms convulsed violently, his bones snapping and then reforming at grotesque angles, swelling into twisted claws that gleamed with black fire. + +His face elongated, jaw unhinging as razor fangs grew outward. His crimson eyes were gone, replaced by pits of darkness laced with glowing infernal red. His back tore open with wet cracks as long jagged spines of blackened bone erupted, dripping with burning corruption. The last traces of the proud genius named Zoltan vanished as his entire body was consumed in a storm of infernal growths. + +"Grrrrrrroaaaaaaaar!" The roar that escaped his mouth was not human, nor demon. It was the cry of a beast, primal and corrupted, echoing with nothing but hunger and hate. The ground beneath his feet cracked as black flames burst from his pores, scorching everything around him. + +"Zoltan..." Varian’s face fell, his eyes wide in horror. He could feel it clearly now. There was no will left in the body before him. His student, the greatest genius of the demon race, had been erased. What stood in his place was a mindless husk, nothing more than a puppet for infernal energy itself. + +"No..." Bellion staggered back, his teeth clenched. "This cannot be. This is not Zoltan. This is a monster!" + +The corrupted Zoltan’s head jerked violently from side to side, his growls like a predator that had lost all reason. Infernal fire erupted across his limbs and wrapped around his claws. His chest swelled unnaturally, the infernal energy inside him overflowing with such intensity that even the barrier flickered and groaned under the pressure. + +The human leaders watched in stunned silence. Aden’s brows furrowed, and his fists clenched. "So this is what Max did... he turned the strongest demon genius into a vessel of infernal corruption." His voice was heavy, a mixture of awe and dread. + +Lady Divine’s face paled as she studied the corrupted figure. "That is no longer Zoltan. The infernal energy has eaten away his soul. What remains is only a beast controlled by corruption." + +The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order tilted his head slightly, his tone filled with unsettling amusement. "Interesting. Very interesting. He couldn’t kill Zoltan because of the difference in their power level... so he did something far worse." + +Inside the arena, Zoltan’s monstrous body thrashed and roared, his claws dragging through the floor as sparks of infernal fire hissed in every direction. He was no longer a fighter. He was a calamity, mindless and driven by nothing but the hunger to destroy. His aura was wild and unstable, a storm of infernal energy radiating outward like a plague. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1058.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1058.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..93534ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1058.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1052: Monster" +slug: "ch-1058" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1058 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1124 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"He is no longer a demon now," Max muttered, his voice calm yet carrying a weight that sank into the hearts of everyone present. His white hair flowed in the air, untouched by the corruption that had transferred into Zoltan. His eyes reflected no sympathy, no hesitation, only cold certainty. + +Zoltan’s monstrous form convulsed again. His flesh bubbled and writhed as if something inside him was clawing to escape. His mind was shattered beyond repair, his roars incoherent, filled with agony and blind rage. + +Every movement of his body exuded raw infernal energy, and it was clear that he was no longer Zoltan the genius but a mindless beast ruled by corruption. + +Varian’s face twisted with fury at Max’s words. His voice thundered across the arena, laced with murderous intent. "Damn you humans! You truly are despicable. When you cannot defeat him, you resort to such vile methods. You turn him into this abomination instead of facing him with honor." The demonic energy around his colossal frame surged violently, shaking the ground as cracks spread across the stone beneath him. His rage was palpable, the fury of a teacher watching his most prized disciple desecrated. + +Max sneered, his expression sharp as a blade. "We are all sorts of bad. That much is true. But it is your misfortune, not ours. You demons chose to invade the human world. You decided to slaughter entire continents. That was your mistake, and it will be your doom." His tone was calm, but every word carried a venom that made even the humans standing nearby feel a chill. + +He shifted his gaze to the berserk figure of Zoltan, who thrashed against his own body, black flames pouring from his mouth like venom, his claws carving deep gouges into the arena floor. + +The infernal corruption spread through him without mercy, warping his body into something unrecognizable and drowning his soul beneath waves of madness. His once-proud aura of Divine Rank genius was broken beyond recognition, replaced by a monstrous presence that could not distinguish friend from foe. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he addressed the demons. "What I did to Zoltan was only the beginning. A warning, nothing more. Mark my words, demons. It will not be long before I drag your entire race into a fate worse than death. I will make you regret invading our world. I will make you regret crawling back to the surface after centuries of hiding in the shadows. You should have stayed hidden your whole lives." + +His voice did not rise, yet the conviction in it struck like thunder. The demons felt it pierce their hearts, and even the human leaders could not help but tremble slightly at the chilling promise. + +Just then, Zoltan’s roar shook the arena, a guttural, twisted sound that carried no trace of reason. His monstrous frame convulsed as jagged spikes of blackened bone erupted from his back, dripping with molten corruption. Infernal fire poured from his mouth, scorching the stone beneath him into ash. His eyes glowed like two pits of molten blood, devoid of thought, devoid of soul. + +Then he moved. + +The corrupted claws lashed out without warning, tearing across the floor with such force that the entire arena quaked. The runes flickered violently under the strain. Zoltan’s aura surged outward like a storm, and its touch was indiscriminate. It cared nothing for sides. Human or demon, it saw only prey. + +A group of demons behind Varian and Bellion too slow to retreat screamed as black fire swept across their bodies. Their skin blistered and peeled away before they collapsed into heaps of smoldering bone. + +On the opposite side, human experts caught by the wave of corrupted energy tried to resist with energy barriers, but the infernal flames pierced through with ease, leaving their bodies writhing in agony but Max quickly teleported before them and devoured the infernal energy they were affected with causing them to return to normal. + +"Zoltan, stop!" Varian bellowed, his voice strained. He released a wave of demonic energy, trying to suppress the corruption, but it was useless. The infernal storm devoured everything he poured into it. The proud genius he had once trained was gone, replaced by a beast that no longer recognized him. + +"This is what I feared..." Lady Divine whispered, her face dark. "He is no longer Zoltan. He is only a monster. A puppet of corruption." + +The monstrous Zoltan leapt into the air, his body a blur of black fire and bone. His claws swept down, aiming to crush both demon and human leaders alike. + +Aden reacted instantly, raising a blazing shield of phoenix flames to block the blow. The impact rang out like thunder, and cracks rippled through the arena floor as he pushed Zoltan towards the demon lords. + +"He is stronger than before," Aden muttered, his brows furrowed in grim realization. "The corruption has amplified his strength but stripped away everything else." + +Max stood calm in the center of the chaos, his white hair glowing faintly in the crimson light. His eyes never left Zoltan’s monstrous form. He watched with cold clarity as the strongest genius of the demon race, once a symbol of pride, turned on his own people. + +Demon lords scrambled to restrain him, but each attempt ended in failure. Infernal fire burned through their defenses. Corruption spread into their veins at the slightest touch, forcing them to retreat or risk becoming like him. Panic spread among the demons, their disciplined ranks scattering under the onslaught of their own genius. + +The humans outside the barrier watched in stunned silence. Some cheered, unable to hold back their excitement. Others trembled at the horror of what they were witnessing. The greatest genius of the demon race had been transformed into a mindless beast, not by fate, but by the hand of Max. + +"Do you see now?" Max’s voice cut through the roar of destruction, steady and cold. "This is the fate that awaits your race. One by one, I will drag you into despair until nothing remains." + +The corrupted Zoltan roared again, his voice filled with endless hate, as his claws swung wildly at anyone who dared approach. The arena was no longer a battlefield. It was a cage holding back a monster born from infernal corruption. + +"You... you monster!" Varian’s voice shook with rage and grief as he glared at Max. His chest heaved, and his eyes burned red. Never in his darkest thoughts had he imagined things would descend to this when the twin demons had issued their challenge. He had expected blood, he had expected victory or loss, but not this. Not Zoltan, the pride of the demon race, twisted into a creature so far gone it no longer resembled anything but corruption itself. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1059.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1059.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a9170f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1059.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1053: Leveling Up!" +slug: "ch-1059" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1059 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1296 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Roooaaar!" Zoltan bellowed, his monstrous frame lunging forward. His corrupted claws swung with such force that the air itself tore apart, the pressure striking directly toward Varian and Bellion. + +Bellion stumbled backward, his face pale, his lips trembling as he turned to Varian. He had always been cold, always calculating, but even he could not mask the pity he felt in this moment. Looking at Zoltan’s twisted body and mindless eyes, Bellion’s chest clenched. "Varian," he said quietly, his voice weighted with sorrow, "free him of this sin." + +As the words left Bellion’s mouth, he raised his hands and summoned waves of dark energy. The power wrapped around Zoltan like a cage, bars of black light constricting the monster in place. Zoltan thrashed violently, slamming his claws and spine-covered body against the bars, shrieking with an animal’s madness. The corruption only raged more violently at being restrained, black fire bursting out from the cracks in his skin. + +Varian’s hands shook. He gritted his teeth until they bled. This was his student, his pride, the one he had believed would carry the demon race into a new age. And now he was nothing more than a husk. Varian knew the truth—if Zoltan was brought back to the demon race in this state, he would bring chaos far greater than any shame his death would cause. + +His throat tightened. His voice came out hoarse, almost breaking. "Forgive me." + +Demonic energy surged from his body, spiraling upward before condensing into a colossal hammer of pitch-black light. The weapon pulsed with destruction, its weight alone cracking the stone beneath his feet. Varian lifted it high into the air, every muscle in his frame trembling with fury and grief. + +Bellion released the cage. + +Zoltan lunged forward, his corrupted body free once again. His roar split the sky. But before his claws could strike, the hammer fell. + +The impact was cataclysmic. The monstrous body of Zoltan shattered under the strike, bones crunching, flesh bursting apart into a grotesque spray. In one decisive blow, the proud genius of the demon race was reduced to a broken mass of blood and flesh. His roar ended in silence. + +For a single moment, the arena went still. + +Then a laugh broke the silence. "Hahaha... thank you, Varian, for doing this." Max’s voice carried across the arena, cold and mocking. His white hair shone under the crimson light as his eyes locked on the remains of Zoltan. + +Before anyone could react, black flames erupted from Max’s body, surging like a tidal wave toward the broken corpse. They blazed hungrily over the remains, burning hotter than any mortal fire. The flames wrapped around the meat paste of what once was Zoltan, devouring it whole. + +The speed was terrifying. The flames did not linger, they consumed. Zoltan’s remains vanished within seconds, leaving behind no ash, no bones, nothing at all. Not even the faintest trace of his existence remained. + +The demons froze in shock, their expressions twisted in horror. Their strongest genius, not only killed but erased from existence before their very eyes. The humans were equally stunned, their hearts thundering as they realized what Max had done. The flames were not ordinary. They were absolute, leaving no room for resistance, no room for salvation. + +Max stood in the center of the silence, his expression calm, his eyes sharp. His laugh still echoed faintly as the last sparks of black flame faded away, leaving only emptiness where Zoltan’s body had once been. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 2nd level of Legend Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 3rd level of Legend Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 4th level of Legend Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 5th level of Legend Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 6th level of Legend Rank.] + +The black flames faded, leaving behind nothing of Zoltan. No flesh, no bone, not even ash. For a moment the arena was deathly silent, then Max’s aura surged with a violent eruption. His white hair flowed as if caught in an invisible storm, his body trembling with raw power. + +The surge was impossible to miss. Everyone present, human and demon alike, felt the violent fluctuation in his energy. It did not stop after a single wave but built higher and higher. The aura of a Legend Rank expert at the first level quickly swelled to the second, then the third. Before the demons could process what was happening, it reached the fourth and then the fifth. By the time the pressure stabilized, Max stood at the sixth level of the Legend Rank. + +Gasps spread through the human ranks. Even the leaders who thought they had seen everything could not believe their senses. He had devoured Zoltan, a genius of the demon race who had already stepped into the Divine Rank, and instead of being crushed under the weight of such a body, he grew stronger. Forget humans, even demons had never witnessed such grotesque progression. + +The demons’ eyes burned with hatred. Varian’s jaw clenched so hard blood seeped between his teeth. Bellion’s hands shook with rage, and the other demon lords glared with killing intent sharp enough to split stone. To them, this was not just a loss, it was humiliation. Their greatest genius was not only defeated but used as fuel for the growth of the human who stood before them. + +The humans, on the other hand, trembled with exhilaration. For the first time since the demons had resurfaced, they felt true hope. Their strongest genius had taken a step that no one thought possible, and he had done it before their very eyes. The pride in their chests burned so bright it almost drowned their fear. + +Max, however, only exhaled softly, his expression indifferent. "Only five levels from devouring a Divine Rank expert?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head slightly. His tone carried a trace of dissatisfaction. "My appetite is growing faster than I thought." + +If those around him had heard his words clearly, both human and demon, they would have vomited blood in fury. What he had just accomplished was beyond monstrous, yet he treated it as though it was nothing more than a disappointing meal. + +"You! You are a monster!" Varian roared. His fury erupted like a tidal wave, his body shaking with killing intent. "How dare you devour Zoltan’s body and use it to increase your strength?!" The ground cracked beneath his feet as he shot forward, his colossal figure hurtling toward Max like a meteor. + +Max did not flinch. His eyes stayed calm, but before Varian’s fist could reach him, a fiery light flashed. + +Aden appeared in front of Max, his long red hair burning with phoenix fire. He met Varian’s strike head-on, their fists colliding with a thunderous impact. + +The sound was deafening. The shockwave tore through the arena, breaking it into countless fragments. Runes etched into the walls and floor shattered under the force, disintegrating into thin air. The barrier that once contained the battle flickered and then crumbled, unable to endure the overwhelming clash. + +The ground itself gave way, collapsing into a crater as dust and stone exploded outward. + +Max stood firm, untouched, only because Lady Divine had raised her hand in time. A shield of layered runes shimmered faintly around him, absorbing the devastating force that would have otherwise hurled him across the battlefield. Her expression was calm but her heart pounded. She had known this confrontation was inevitable, but even she was shocked by the sheer destructive power when two leaders clashed. + +Max’s gaze never wavered. He looked at Varian through the chaos, his expression sharp as a blade. "You will follow soon," he said softly, so low that only Lady Divine beside him heard. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-106.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-106.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3998bfc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-106.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 106: Battle to Rescue - 7" +slug: "ch-106" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 106 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1284 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The tip of Max’s black sword and the tip of Veylin’s lightning spear collided, sending a shockwave so powerful that everyone in the air was pushed back several steps. + +The black flames of Max’s sword roared, twisting and curling like a living beast, while the lightning from Veylin’s spear crackled ferociously, illuminating the darkened skies. + +The two forces clashed in a struggle for dominance, sending ripples of energy surging outward. However, it didn’t last long. + +In just a few seconds, it became clear who had the upper hand. + +Veylin’s arm trembled as he struggled against the overwhelming power of the blade crashing through him. "Damn you!" he cursed, increasing the output of lightning in his body as a dragon manifested from it, powering his attack. + +Max smiled deviously. "You are going down." With those words, he activated another skill at the same time. + +"Celestial Tempest!" he roared at the sky as hundreds of wind blades manifested out of thin air, crashing down on Veylin, who was already struggling against Max’s previous attack. + +"Ghhh!" Veylin screamed in agony as wind blades began to cut through his skin, his body being sliced one after another. + +The wind blades struck his body, but due to the lightning surrounding him, some of them were destroyed mid-air, while others hit his body directly, injuring him and making him scream in pain. + +Everyone watching the scene was shocked. They hadn’t expected Max to have the upper hand when he was clearly the weaker of the two, but it was now clear that Veylin was losing this round. + +Five frowned at the sight, tightening his grip on his sword. + +"Don’t bother helping," the man in the mask said, his expression serious. + +Five glanced at him but focused again on the battle. + +"You will regret this," Veylin said, his voice hoarse as he struggled against Max’s blade. The wind blades raining down on his body only worsened his situation. + +Max took deep breaths as he glanced at Veylin. "You should have never targeted her and me in the same place. You chose the wrong targets." He said as he pushed the blade down with all his power. + +The blade’s black flames intensified further as it pressed down on Veylin. Then, a sound of something breaking was heard. + +Snap! + +Veylin’s spear gave in and snapped in two. + +"Damn it!" he cursed and immediately conjured a shield of lightning in that split moment, just as the black blade hit him. + +The black sword collided with the lightning shield Veylin formed at the last moment, but the momentum of the attack sent him flying, shield and all, while the blade continued to push down on him. + +His figure hurtled toward one of the many buildings in the city and collided with it, completely destroying it. + +Bang! + +Max glanced at the destruction, taking deep breaths, his chest rising and falling. ’I’m barely left with enough energy for one more attack.’ His expression darkened as he turned to look at Jessica, who was holding Anton and Alice in her cube prison. + +Glancing towards the building where Veylin had fallen, Max took out some mana crystals and began absorbing them one by one. ’My attack was strong, but it wasn’t enough to kill someone at the 9th level of Adept Rank.’ He understood his weakness—his low level. + +Meanwhile, he looked at all the generals and members of the Phoenix Order guild present. "This lady has Alice and Anton," he said, pointing at her. "She is only one, and you are many. So attack her with all your power, overwhelm her, and don’t give her a moment to breathe." + +The generals exchanged glances and nodded in unison before moving to surround Jessica. All the members of the Phoenix Order guild followed suit, encircling her and beginning their attacks. + +"This is bad," Jessica frowned, enveloping herself in another red cube to defend against the attacks. + +Seeing this, Max turned to the man in the mask. "You won’t help me with this, right?" + +The man in the mask from the Black Lotus guild gazed deeply at Max, his mind racing with thoughts. There were many questions he wanted to ask Max, but he realized it wasn’t his place to do so. + +"I won’t," he said, glancing at Max before pointing at Five. "But I’ll do you a favor… I won’t let this guy interfere, either." + +Five’s expression turned grim as he heard that, but he didn’t act and simply observed the situation. + +Max frowned. He needed all the help he could get, but it was better than letting Five loose at the moment. "I owe you one." + +After continuously absorbing mana crystals, Max felt better. ’I can at least use two more Celestial Tempests.’ He thought, turning his attention back to Jessica. + +He quickly moved and appeared above her, taking out the Lantern of Death. + +’Heh, I should have used this sooner,’ Max thought as he controlled the flames inside and released them. + +Whoosh! + +Immediately, the generals and members of the Phoenix Order guild retreated, sensing the eerie, deathly aura emanating from the flames. + +"That is the Legendary rank artifact, Lantern of Purple Death," Five muttered, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the lantern in Max’s hand. He hadn’t expected Max to possess such an item. + +Nash, who had been keeping tabs on the brother-sister duo from the Monarch with Erica, Elena, and some generals, was also surprised to see the lantern. ’Using that lantern means he owes our guild a favor,’ he thought devilishly. + +"Ahhh!" Just then, Veylin flew out of the crash site. His clothes were torn, some parts burned, and others had stab wounds. + +Find your next read at freewebnovel + +He glanced at Max, at the purple lantern, his expression darkening. + +"Don’t you dare!" he shouted, warning Max. + +But Max smiled and used the purple flames to break the cube container holding Anton and Alice. General Gale moved swiftly, taking both of them out. + +The purple flames then shattered the container containing Jessica, intertwining around her figure. + +"This is over," Max said coldly. "Either you leave, or I kill her. Your choice." + +Veylin frowned, glancing at Alice and then at Jessica. His expression hardened. Turning his attention to all the figures from the Monarch, he noticed everyone was being intercepted by someone—even Five. + +This caused him to calm down, and he turned to Max. "Alright, you win. Let her go, and we will leave." + +Max sneered. "You don’t take me for a fool, do you?" He laughed. "First, you and Five leave. Disappear from this city, and only then will I let her go." + +Veylin frowned. "Let her go first," he demanded. + +Max shrugged, looking at him coldly. "Don’t force my hand. Just listen to me carefully, and everything will be over." + +Veylin’s frown deepened as he glared at her. + +Both of them weren’t willing to back down this cause the tension between them to increase. + +"I have an idea," the girl in the mask from the Black Lotus guild said, attracting everyone’s attention. + +Veylin and Max both turned to her. + +She glanced at both of them and pointed at the dome. "The battle in there is already over. The people from Monarch and those from the five guilds and the four families have stopped fighting." + +She added, "So, if you can, just wait a few minutes like this. I believe it won’t be long before the dome goes down. At that time, your elders will decide what’s best for you two." + +Max thought for a moment and agreed, nodding to her. Mishaps had already happened once with Alice. He couldn’t risk it twice now. He would hold onto his bargaining chip until the very end. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1060.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1060.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5160262 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1060.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1054: Kill Max!" +slug: "ch-1060" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1060 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Varian’s face contorted with fury as he glared at Max’s figure. His chest heaved, his rage boiling over until his control finally snapped. "Aden!" he roared, his voice tearing through the barrier of the arena. His eyes blazed with dark light as his killing intent locked onto Max. "I want Max! I want him to die! You all can leave here, but Max stays!" + +He did not even know himself what burned hotter in him. Was it the humiliation of watching Zoltan fall to a human boy barely at the Legend Rank? Was it the fact that his most prized student, the strongest genius of the demon race, had been reduced to a corrupted husk? Or was it the unbearable pain of knowing that he himself had delivered the killing blow? He did not know. He only knew one thing. At this moment, he wanted Max dead more than he wanted air to breathe. + +His demonic aura erupted violently, surging into the sky like a tide of darkness. The arena trembled and shattered further as black mist spread outward, blotting out the light. His body grew larger, his frame enveloped by pure darkness, as the true power of his bloodline revealed itself. + +Before he could strike, Aden’s figure rose from the ground into the air above. His red hair blazed, and behind him unfurled a set of magnificent phoenix wings made of fire. Flames roared to life around his body, each feather burning with divine light. The aura of the Divine Phoenix Bloodline filled the sky, a power ancient and proud, the antithesis of Varian’s shadowed might. + +"You will not touch him," Aden declared, his voice calm but firm. His body glowed brighter as the flames intensified, surrounding him with a radiant barrier of scarlet and gold. + +Varian shot upward, the darkness condensing into massive claws that reached for Aden. The air split with the force of his strike. Aden answered in kind, sweeping his blazing wings and summoning a storm of phoenix fire that collided with the claws in a deafening explosion. + +The shockwave tore through the sky. Mountains in the distance cracked, and the clouds above were ripped apart, leaving the heavens bare. + +Varian roared and unleashed torrents of darkness that spread like a storm, swallowing the horizon in shadow. The ground below turned pitch-black as if consumed by night itself. Aden’s eyes narrowed as he spread his wings wider, the flames igniting brighter. The phoenix fire surged upward, taking the form of a colossal bird of flames that shrieked across the sky. + +The fiery phoenix clashed with the endless darkness. Every collision burst into explosions that shook the very world. Firestorms and waves of shadow consumed each other again and again, their light illuminating the horrified faces of both humans and demons watching below. + +"Die, Aden!" Varian bellowed, his hammer of darkness manifesting once again in his hand. He swung it with the force to shatter mountains. + +"Rise, Phoenix!" Aden responded, and a blazing sword formed in his grip, forged from pure fire. He slashed it downward, meeting Varian’s hammer in midair. + +The collision split the sky itself. Fire and darkness rippled outward in waves that carved through the air like blades. The two figures stood locked in the air, their weapons clashing again and again, every impact creating thunderous roars that echoed far beyond the Black Rock Region. + +Below, Max stood still, his white hair glowing faintly in the aftermath of his devouring. His eyes followed the clash in the heavens, calm and unwavering. ’So this is the level of strength Divine Rank experts wields.’ He thought understanding that any of these attacks could destroy an entire region of Middle Domain. + +High above the shattered arena, Aden’s flaming wings beat once more, sending rivers of fire cutting across the sky. Varian’s hammer of darkness rose to meet him, its shadow stretching wide, splitting the heavens into light and dark. Every clash between them rattled the land, the ground below groaning under the weight of their fury. + +"Max stays! His life is mine!" Varian roared, his voice carrying like thunder. His rage was no longer contained. He was madness given form. Black mist erupted from his body in endless waves, covering the horizon in choking shadow. His eyes glowed crimson as he bellowed down at the battlefield. "All demons! Hear my command! Slaughter the humans! Leave no one alive!" + +The demons erupted at once, their horns gleaming and their eyes filled with bloodlust. A tide of red, black, and dark green surged forward, their battle cries echoing like the screams of the abyss. + +Aden’s eyes narrowed. His wings flared outward, blazing like the sun. His voice rang with authority and fire, cutting across Varian’s roar. "Humans! Stand with me! Kill every demon that dares to step forward!" His command thundered through the hearts of every expert present, igniting their blood with the power of his Divine Phoenix Bloodline. + +The humans answered in unison, their cries shaking the arena. Their blades rose, their energy surged, and their killing intent pierced the sky. + +Above, Varian swung his hammer once more, the weapon dripping with shadow. It came down like the judgment of night, aiming to crush Aden outright. Aden met him head-on, his flaming sword clashing against the darkness. Sparks of black and scarlet exploded outward, raining destruction on the battlefield. + +The sky itself trembled as the phoenix of fire and the hammer of darkness collided again and again. Aden’s flames cut across the shadow, searing holes in the mist, while Varian’s hammer shattered every fiery construct it touched. Their faces were grim, their bodies straining under the sheer scale of their battle. + +"Your humans will die today, Aden!" Varian bellowed as he swung with enough force to split mountains. + +"Your arrogance will burn to ash, Varian!" Aden countered, his flaming wings spreading wide as he summoned a phoenix of pure flame larger than the arena itself. It screamed as it dove toward Varian, colliding with his storm of darkness in a blinding explosion that lit the entire region like daylight. + +Below, humans and demons clashed in a frenzy. Blades met claws, energy tore against demonic energy, and blood sprayed across the ruined ground. The delicate peace that had lingered for the battle between Max and the twin demons shattered completely. The Black Rock Region had descended into war once again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1061.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1061.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..868bf14 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1061.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1055: To the Bright Buddha Palace!" +slug: "ch-1061" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1061 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The battlefield was chaos. Flames clashed against shadow, blood sprayed across shattered stone, and cries of rage and despair echoed through the Black Rock Region. Humans and demons fought with unrestrained ferocity, their desperation feeding the madness of the war. + +Above them, Aden and Varian’s battle ripped the sky itself apart. Firestorms collided with waves of darkness, splitting the heavens into red and black. The ground was a sea of corpses, and still neither side relented. + +Max stood at the edge of the carnage, his white hair shimmering faintly as his eyes swept across the battlefield. He watched the humans, their blades trembling as they fought against monstrous demons, their blood soaking the ground, their voices crying out in defiance. + +A weight pressed into his chest. He clenched his fists. "I cannot just stand here," he thought. "I will take part in this war too. This is my war as much as theirs." His body leaned forward, ready to launch into the fray. + +Then it came. + +A pressure unlike anything before descended from the sky. It was not like Aden’s divine flames or Varian’s endless darkness. It was heavier, older, more terrifying. It did not simply fall; it crushed. It tore through the battlefield like an invisible tide, smothering every living being under its weight. + +The clash of blades stopped. Demons and humans alike collapsed to their knees as if the ground itself had turned against them. Strong warriors who moments before had been drenched in bloodlust now gasped for breath, their faces pale, their limbs trembling under the suffocating force. Demons howled as their bodies pressed flat to the earth. Humans groaned, their swords falling from their grip as their arms refused to move. + +Even the leaders felt it. The hammer of Varian’s darkness shook and nearly slipped from his grasp as his body was forced lower. Aden’s flaming wings dimmed, the fire guttering under the oppressive force. Their duel froze midair, both staring down at the battlefield in shock. + +The war, so vicious only moments ago, fell silent. The only sound that remained was the groaning of earth beneath a pressure too great for it to bear. + +Gasps of confusion and fear rippled across the battlefield. "What is this? Whose power is this?" some humans cried, their voices strained as they tried to lift their heads. "Is it a god? A devil?" demons muttered in dread, their eyes wide with terror. + +The battlefield trembled under the suffocating pressure, and no one dared to breathe too loudly. Lady Divine’s face turned pale, her fingers tightening into a fist at her side. Her voice was heavy with dread as she whispered, "It’s the Immortal Devil..." + +Max didn’t seem to hear her as he himself was in pure shock. His eyes burned crimson as fury consumed him once more. He raised his head toward the sky, his voice a roar that shook through the silence. + +"MARK!" + +The name tore from his throat like a curse. He would never mistake this aura. He could be wrong about anything else in the world, but not about Mark. The aura reeked of infernal energy so thick and suffocating it churned his very blood. + +He turned sharply toward Aden, President William, and the others, his voice low but unyielding. "It’s Mark. This is Mark’s pressure. I am sure of it." + +Aden’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening until his teeth ground together. His usually calm demeanor wavered, replaced by grim realization. "Mark?" he muttered. His expression grew darker with each passing second. He had prepared for demons, for nulls, even for ascendants—but not for the Immortal Devil to appear this early, not when the war had barely begun. + +Across from them, Varian’s killing intent vanished as though it had never existed. The fury that consumed him moments ago melted away into something far worse: anticipation. A slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. His eyes gleamed with cruel light as he trembled slightly, unable to contain his excitement. "So, it begins..." he whispered to himself. His voice rose, filled with mocking delight. "I guess this is where we part ways." + +Without hesitation, Varian turned away. His demonic aura wrapped around him like a cloak as he retreated into the distance. The other demon lords followed, their bodies melting into shadow as they vanished one after another. The abruptness of their retreat left Aden and the human leaders on edge, suspicion flashing in their eyes. + +"Why withdraw now?" Hermes muttered through clenched teeth. His expression betrayed his unease. + +Max, however, was not confused. His senses spread outward, his Three Dimensional Body extending as far as it could reach. Though the range could not cover the entire world, the pulse of infernal energy in the far east was unmistakable. His brows knitted, his voice grim. "This pressure is not here. It’s coming from the very east. Mark is there. I can feel it." + +"Far east?" Aden repeated, his face sinking into shadow. President William, Hermes, and the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order all turned to one another, their faces equally solemn. + +"The Bright Buddha Palace..." Aden finally said, his voice like steel. "That is where its headquarters lie. If Mark has revealed himself there..." He did not finish the sentence, but the implication was clear. + +"Let’s go now!" Aden commanded. His figure erupted into light, soaring into the sky with blinding speed. One by one, the leaders followed—President William in a cloak of lightning, Hermes with golden radiance spilling from his body, the tiger-masked man cloaked in dark mist. The air thundered as their combined power split the skies, each of them racing eastward. + +Lady Divine glanced at Max. Her expression was unreadable as she raised her hand and flicked a single rune. It flew through the air and struck Max’s chest, attaching itself to his body. Before he could ask what it was, his body surged upward against his will. + +"Let us go too," Lady Divine said, her voice calm but laced with urgency. Her figure transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the distance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1062.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1062.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7ce427 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1062.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1056: Lady Divine’s Secret" +slug: "ch-1062" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1062 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1231 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s body followed her like a magnet pulled by an invisible force. The rune dragged him into the sky, his speed surpassing anything he had ever achieved on his own. The wind screamed past him as the ground blurred below. + +His chest rose and fell with sharp, controlled breaths as the eastern horizon came into view. His heart was not racing because of fear. Fear had no place in him anymore. What coursed through him was a deeper fire, one born of rage, guilt, and a thirst for vengeance that had grown sharper with every battle.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +If anyone asked him whom he hated most in this world, the answer would not be the demons. He hated them with every fiber of his being, but before the demons had resurfaced, there was one name already etched onto his killing list. That name was Mark. + +The wind tore against his face as his figure streaked across the sky, pulled by Lady Divine’s rune. Each passing second fed his fury, until it felt like his very blood was boiling. His fists clenched tightly as memories of the Mourning Depths, of the infernal tattoo, of every corrupted step Mark had forced upon him flashed in his mind. + +Minutes later, the Bright Buddha Palace came into view. Unlike the grand sects or mighty fortresses of the Middle Domain, the palace looked like a tranquil sanctuary. + +A sprawling garden stretched across rolling hills, dotted with stone abodes and wooden halls. Trees swayed gently, their leaves shimmering in golden light. Small streams wound between the abodes, their waters calm and unbroken. The entire place seemed built to embody peace, as though untouched by the chaos raging across the world. + +But above this calm floated a figure who defiled its very meaning. + +Mark stood in the sky, his long black hair flowing in the wind, his crimson eyes glowing with a sinister light. His presence twisted the air itself. Where the Bright Buddha Palace radiated serenity, Mark exuded suffocating dread. Around him, infernal energy churned like a storm, polluting the sacred aura of the palace. The tranquil gardens below trembled under his mere existence. + +Arrayed around him were the elders of the Bright Buddha Palace, their golden robes glowing faintly as they maintained formation. Each elder carried the weight of centuries, their expressions calm yet laced with tension as they stood in the shadow of Mark’s power. + +Despite their serenity, beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, proof of the crushing aura pressing against them. + +And they were not the only ones present. Three figures stood alongside the Bright Buddha elders, each of them exuding the authority of an entire god nation. These were the heads of the other three nations that made up the Four God Nation. + +One figure radiated the brilliance of thunder, his eyes sharp like a tiger. Another carried the majesty of a dragon, his body resembling an unmovable mountain. The third emanated the serenity of water, calm yet unfathomable. Together, they were the counterparts to Aden Fireborne, the leaders of their respective god nations. + +Max’s eyes locked on Mark instantly. His entire being screamed to leap forward and strike, to cut down the source of his torment and hatred. Every thought in his head turned red as he stared at the man whose existence had ruined his path since the very beginning. + +The skies above the Bright Buddha Palace trembled under the weight of Mark’s presence. His infernal energy spread across the sacred grounds like an ink spill over pristine white paper, tainting the golden aura of the palace with a suffocating crimson haze. His black hair swayed in the wind, and his crimson eyes glowed with an unholy light as he surveyed the gathered figures. + +Then, slowly, his gaze fell upon Lady Divine. A smile crept across his lips, a smile that made the hearts of even the calmest elders twist with unease. His voice, low and smooth, carried across the silent air. "Lady Divine... Quite the name you made for yourself. You look just as radiant as the day I first laid eyes on you." His tone shifted, playful and cruel at once. "Do you remember, child? When you were nothing but a little girl, I carved the first infernal demon tattoo into your body. You were my first experiment." + +Lady Divine’s body stiffened, her calm expression breaking for the first time. The elders of the Bright Buddha Palace turned toward her in shock. Whispers spread like wildfire as their disbelief clashed with the truth in Mark’s words. + +Mark’s smile widened as he continued. "It was because you survived, because you endured that hell and inherited that tattoo, that I was able to move forward with my plans in the Mourning Depths. Without you, there would have been no foundation. Without you, there would have been no continuation." He chuckled lightly, his words dripping with mock gratitude. "I should thank you, truly. Without your survival... none of this would have been possible. Without you, and without him..." + +Everyone was shocked. They had no idea about this at all. All they knew was that Lady Divine was well versed in infernal energy and controlling them but only now did they understood, there was a far darker history to that. + +Mark’s crimson eyes shifted. They locked onto Max. + +The air grew heavier. Max’s white hair lifted in the wind, his crimson pupils narrowing as his killing intent rose like a tide. The two locked gazes, and the world seemed to shrink until only they remained. + +"Max," Mark said, his voice deep and calm, yet carrying the weight of history between them. "It has been years since I last saw you. Years since you stood trembling in the Mourning Depths." His smile remained, cruel and mocking. "And now... I see you have made quite a name for yourself in the Middle Domain." + +Max’s fists clenched, his aura beginning to ripple around him. + +Mark tilted his head slightly, his voice curling with amusement. "I also heard you have been using my gift very well. That infernal tattoo carved into your soul... It suits you. I created it, after all. To see you wield it so well, to see you climb so high with it... it pleases me more than you know." + +The words hung in the air, heavy, poisonous, and sharp enough to cut through even the golden serenity of the Bright Buddha Palace. + +Max’s lips curved into a sneer, his crimson pupils glowing like molten embers. His voice cut through the air, sharp and laced with mockery. "Your infernal demon tattoo?" + +His aura erupted in an instant. The shift was immediate and violent. His once white hair burned into a deep crimson shade, whipping in the wind as infernal energy poured from his body in waves. + +The tranquil air above the Bright Buddha Palace shattered under the pressure, the golden serenity collapsing beneath the suffocating tide of darkness. The flames of infernal energy twisted around him like serpents, hissing as they coiled, warping the very space around him. + +Mark’s smile remained, but his eyes narrowed faintly, catching every detail. + +Max stepped forward in the air, his voice carrying with eerie calmness, though his aura screamed rage. "Can you still sense the infernal energy tattoo?" His tone dripped with ridicule, each word a blade. His eyes bored into Mark’s with the fury of a thousand storms. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1063.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1063.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dacd978 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1063.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1057: Harming Mark?" +slug: "ch-1063" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1063 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1142 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max revealed his infernal demon transformation, Mark immediately noticed that the infernal demon tattoo he had placed upon Max was no longer there. His sharp eyes narrowed in intrigue, for not only had the tattoo vanished, but the very infernal energy that should have been bound to Mark’s control now pulsed within Max as though it had become a natural part of his body. + +"Tell me, how did you do it?" Mark asked with a smile that carried both curiosity and menace. "You not only erased the infernal demon tattoo, but you also fused the infernal energy into your own body. I am very curious as to how you managed such a feat." + +"How about you kill yourself before I tell you?" Max sneered, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade. + +"Kill myself?" Mark gave a soft laugh as though he had just heard something amusing. "Haven’t you heard, Max? I am immortal. I am a god that cannot be killed." As he spoke, he slowly lifted his hand, his fingers poised as if he were about to snap them. + +The sight sent ripples of unease through the air. Everyone present stiffened with alarm, for they had all witnessed before what Mark’s snap was capable of. The mere gesture was enough to spread dread across the battlefield. + +"Max, do not move!" Lady Divine’s voice rang out with solemn command as glowing runes surged forth, forming a protective wall around Max. At the same moment, the leaders stepped forward—President William, Aden, the man with the tiger mask, and the three other leaders of the Four God Nation. Each of them moved instinctively to bar Mark’s advance, unwilling to allow him the chance to unleash his godlike power on Max. + +Mark’s sneer widened as he looked at the protective wall and the figures standing in his way. "Do you truly believe that a collection of runes and a group of old men can stop me?" His tone dripped with scorn. "The power of infernal energy was given to me by you, and because of that, I can reclaim it from you at any time I wish." + +With those words, he snapped his fingers. + +Snap! + +The sharp sound echoed through the air like the toll of a divine judgment. Almost instantly, a crushing wave of nausea swept through Max’s body, twisting his insides and making his head spin as if the world itself were collapsing around him. + +Yet, before the sensation could escalate into something fatal, a radiant golden lotus suddenly blossomed into existence. Its nine petals unfolded one by one with serene brilliance, surrounding Max in a protective cocoon that shone with an ethereal light. The overwhelming force of the snap dissipated harmlessly against its glow, leaving Max untouched. + +Mark’s eyes widened in surprise. His confidence faltered for the first time, and his voice carried genuine disbelief as he muttered, "A nine-petaled golden lotus is shielding you? What is this?" His expression grew dark, for never before had he seen any being below the Divine Ranks withstand the terrifying authority of his snap. + +A hearty laugh rang out, breaking the tense silence. Alexander Draconis, the leader of the Dragon God Nation, stepped forward with a smile that radiated power and certainty. His voice boomed across the field, shaking the hearts of everyone present. + +"Mark, your power of causality has no effect on Max. Do you understand why? He has already bloomed nine petals of the Divine Lotus Phenomenon. You should know what that means." His eyes gleamed as he continued, "It means his fate is extraordinary. His destiny does not belong to this world. As one whose fate transcends the boundaries of this realm, no being bound to this world can affect him with causality, not even you." + +Mark’s lips curled into a faint smile, though the glimmer in his eyes betrayed the irritation that had taken root in his heart. "Oh," he murmured softly, as though savoring the irony. "To think that the boy I once controlled would possess such a fate. Who could have imagined it?" His gaze lingered on Max, who stood enveloped in the resplendent glow of the golden lotus, untouchable and radiant. + +At that moment, Max himself was overcome with shock. He had personally witnessed the devastating power of Mark’s snap, a force that twisted the laws of existence itself. To find himself standing unharmed before it was almost beyond belief. + +His heart pounded as realization dawned on him. ’So his power has limits,’ he thought, a spark of hope igniting in his chest. The golden petals around him whispered of a truth he had not dared to consider before. ’At least his ability is not absolute. There might still be a path to killing him.’ + +"I suppose it is good for him," Mark said with a cunning smile, his eyes gleaming with malice as he turned toward the leaders of the Four God Nation. His voice carried a mocking edge as he asked, "You already know why I am here, do you not?" + +"We will never allow you to free the demons sealed beneath our sacred palace," declared the leader of the Bright Buddha Palace. His name was Isaac Abbot, an aged monk with long white hair that cascaded down his shoulders. His voice was calm, yet it reverberated with a force that made the heavens seem to quiver. + +Almost instantly, the entire Bright Buddha Palace responded to his will. The earth trembled, and above the sacred grounds a colossal golden Buddha manifested, radiating divine majesty. The figure was enormous, its towering form encompassing the entirety of the palace.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +From a distance, one could see how vast the Bright Buddha Palace truly was, for it resembled a sprawling garden where countless abodes stood scattered among ancient trees and flowing streams. Yet despite its sheer size, the Buddha’s figure covered it completely, like a guardian watching over every corner of the sacred land. + +Mark’s expression darkened as the golden light pressed against him. His face twisted several times, contorted by strain, while thin wisps of smoke rose from his skin. The golden Buddha had not struck him directly, nor had it unleashed any visible attack, yet the divine radiance alone seared him as though his very existence were being burned away. + +"I have always despised you monks," Mark said coldly. His sneer deepened as infernal energy erupted from his body, coiling around him like red flames to shield him from the oppressive light. The golden radiance clashed against the infernal aura, sending ripples through the air as the two opposing powers wrestled. + +With scorn dripping from his words, Mark continued, "You believe your god Buddha is strong? If he is truly so mighty, then let that old fool come out himself. Tell him to face me openly in battle, rather than hiding behind cheap tricks." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1064.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1064.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2413652 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1064.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1058: Mark’s True Intentions" +slug: "ch-1064" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1064 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1105 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the same time, Max felt his entire body ignite with unbearable heat, as though every organ inside him was burning under an invisible flame. The pain was so intense that smoke began to rise from his skin, curling into the air as if his very flesh were smoldering. His eyes widened in alarm, and he gritted his teeth to endure it. + +’Damn!’ he cursed inwardly. Without hesitation, he forced himself out of his infernal demon state, his fiery aura dissipating in an instant. His long red hair faded back to its natural white, and the agonizing burning sensation vanished like a passing storm. Relief washed over him, but it was accompanied by unease. + +’The Bright Buddha Palace truly is a natural deterrent against infernal energy,’ Max thought solemnly. He recalled the words of the first elder of the Bright Buddha Palace, who had once told him that their order was the only force in existence capable of facing evil directly and even eradicating it entirely. Now, experiencing it firsthand, Max realized how terrifyingly true that statement had been. + +"Hehe, Mark, you cannot touch the Bright Buddha Palace at all," Damien Xuan, the leader of the Black Tortoise God Nation, said with a sneer. His eyes glimmered with disdain as he watched Mark struggle against the golden light. + +"You should abandon this madness," added Victor Whiteclaw, the leader of the White Tiger God Nation, his voice carrying a solemn weight. "The power of the Buddha is one force that even you cannot oppose." + +’This is good,’ Max thought as his gaze shifted to the radiant golden figure towering above the palace. With the colossal Buddha pressing its divine might down upon Mark, he was completely suppressed. He could not move against the Bright Buddha Palace no matter how much he desired to. + +Yet as Max allowed himself a moment of relief, another thought suddenly struck him like a dagger to the heart. ’Is this the reason why Mark cursed Lenavira? Did he want me to step into the Bright Buddha Palace so I would unknowingly release the demons myself?’ + +Max’s face turned grim, his expression darkening with realization. The pieces fit together too neatly for coincidence. Mark had been laying his schemes from the very beginning, moving his pawns carefully until the board tilted in his favor. Worst of all, Max understood that he himself had been one of those pawns. + +All the leaders stood in a tight formation around Mark, their eyes locked on him with open hostility, yet not one of them made a move to strike. It was not that they lacked the will to attack or the desire to see him destroyed, but rather that they were bound by the same paralyzing fear. + +Each of them understood a terrifying truth. Mark could not be killed, and if he truly wished it, every one of them could already be lying dead at his feet. The knowledge of that fact weighed heavily upon them, so even though their hearts burned with hatred, their hands remained still. Not a single leader of the Middle Domain dared to risk provoking him. + +A slow, deliberate sound broke the tense silence. + +"Clap. Clap. Clap." + +Mark’s hands came together with mockery, his smile sharp and filled with malice. "I see that you have prepared for this moment for a very long time," he said in a voice that carried cold amusement. His eyes narrowed, his tone dripping with arrogance. "But none of it matters." + +The next instant his figure blurred and vanished. He reappeared behind Max without warning, his movements so swift that even the most seasoned leaders could not track him. His hand extended, fingers outstretched, aiming directly for Max’s neck with lethal intent. The speed was overwhelming, so fast that none of those present could react in time. None, except one. + +Within Max’s body, his Three Dimensional Body stirred like a vigilant guardian. It had never relaxed its guard, and the moment Mark appeared at his back, countless alarms surged through his senses. His muscles tensed, his pulse quickened, and a single thought seared through his mind. ’Damn, he is truly after me!’ + +His mind spun rapidly, instincts and training colliding into a single decision. Before Mark’s fingers could close around his throat, Max summoned the strength of the third level of the Concept of Space. + +The world around him warped and twisted as he tore through its fabric. In the blink of an eye his figure dissolved into rippling waves of distortion, and when reality snapped back into place, he was already standing far from his original position, having narrowly avoided Mark’s deadly grasp. + +"Oh, you escaped?" Mark sneered, his lips curling into a wild grin as his eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "It seems my little pup has grown stronger." + +"He is after Max! Everyone, do not let him reach Max!" Aden, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, shouted with urgency. His sharp gaze revealed his understanding of the true danger. Mark intended to use Max as the key to release the demons sealed beneath the Bright Buddha Palace. The other leaders, hearing Aden’s words, quickly understood the same terrifying truth. + +In the same breath, Aden released a blazing tide of phoenix fire. The flames surged upward like a sea of molten gold, and from within them a majestic phoenix took form, its cry shaking the heavens as it dove toward Mark with its wings blazing. + +Alexander Draconis of the Azure Dragon God Nation followed immediately, his voice echoing with the roar of dragons as a colossal azure dragon materialized behind him. The dragon’s scales shimmered like rivers of stars, and its claws raked the void as it charged at Mark, its massive jaws snapping with earth-shattering force. + +Victor Whiteclaw, the fierce leader of the White Tiger God Nation, unleashed his power with a feral snarl. His figure blurred, merging with the phantom of a white tiger whose fangs gleamed like ivory blades. The tiger’s roar split the skies as it pounced, its claws sharp enough to rend mountains apart. + +Damien Xuan of the Black Tortoise God Nation raised both his hands, and a black tortoise shell manifested, radiating unshakable defense. The air around it thickened, forming chains of earth and water that surged forward to bind Mark, the very weight of the heavens pressing down with every strand. + +The combined might of the four leaders shook the world itself. Fire, dragon roars, tiger claws, and tortoise chains collided upon Mark from every direction. The ground quaked, the heavens trembled, and the aura of destruction threatened to annihilate everything caught in the storm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1065.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1065.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ba7c87 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1065.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1059: Mark taking action" +slug: "ch-1065" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1065 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1226 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Yet Mark stood at the center of it all with a faint smile, utterly unshaken. With a flick of his wrist, his body erupted with infernal energy so dark and suffocating that the four divine manifestations crumbled as though they were made of ash. + +The phoenix burst apart in flames that sputtered out in the wind. The azure dragon’s roar was cut short as its body shattered into fragments of fading light. The white tiger’s claws disintegrated before they could even touch him, leaving nothing but empty echoes. The chains of the black tortoise snapped one by one, collapsing into dust that scattered uselessly across the battlefield. + +The overwhelming attacks that could have destroyed kingdoms were shattered as effortlessly as glass beneath Mark’s hand. His laughter reverberated across the sacred grounds, mocking and cruel. + +While Mark’s attention was momentarily diverted, President William quickly moved to Max’s side. The tiger-masked man was already there, his aura flaring as he raised layers of protection. Lady Divine summoned her runes again, weaving them around Max in a dome of radiant symbols. + +Other leaders gathered as well, forming a protective circle around him, their faces grim and filled with determination. Each of them knew that Max was Mark’s target, and if he succeeded in reaching him, the sealed demons beneath the Bright Buddha Palace would be unleashed. + +The air grew heavy with tension as every leader present steeled themselves, understanding that the survival of the Middle Domain rested on keeping Max out of Mark’s grasp. Though their hearts trembled in fear, the thought of those unkillable demons breaking free filled them with a dread even greater than their fear of Mark. + +"You are all truly fools to attack me," Mark said with calm mockery, his eyes fixed on the four leaders of the Four God Nation. His smile was faint yet filled with scorn. "I will admit that you are commendable for reaching the eighth life and death cycle of the Divine Rank. Few in this world ever reach such a height. But that is where your limits lie. Instead of remaining in seclusion like your ancestors, waiting quietly for your lifespan to wither away, you stand before me, confronting certain death with defiance. For that, I am almost honored by your efforts." + +His expression darkened slightly as he added, "There was a time when I might have rewarded such determination, but now you are like ants who refuse to bow before their god. And ants that refuse to bow must be crushed." + +Mark slowly raised his hand. His fingers poised together as though preparing a judgment. "It irritates me that my power of causality does not affect Divine Rank beings. If it did, I would have reduced the four of you to actual ants, crawling helplessly at my feet. Since that is not possible, I will settle for showing you the futility of your defiance." + +Snap. + +The sound was sharp, but the power it unleashed was cataclysmic. The heavens trembled as torrents of infernal energy descended like a rain of blazing meteors. Each strike carried the destructive force of annihilation, enough to level mountains and obliterate rivers. The attacks fell upon the four leaders in an overwhelming cascade, the brilliance of their divine manifestations flickering as they struggled to withstand the onslaught. + +Aden’s phoenix screamed as its wings were torn apart by the falling energy, its blazing form dissipating into sparks that vanished in the void. Alexander’s azure dragon writhed as its scales shattered, its massive body collapsing into fragments of light that scattered like dying stars. + +Victor Whiteclaw’s white tiger was struck in the chest, its mighty roar cut short as its form crumbled into dust before it could land another blow. Damien Xuan’s black tortoise shell cracked under the relentless bombardment, splitting apart until the last fragment dissolved into nothingness. + +The leaders themselves were thrown across the battlefield like broken dolls. Blood sprayed from their mouths as their bodies crashed into the earth, carving deep craters into the ground. Their robes were tattered, their auras flickering weakly, and their strength was crippled under the sheer weight of the injuries they had sustained. + +They lay sprawled, battered and unable to rise, yet still alive. + +Mark lowered his hand, his smile calm and almost pleasant. "This is the gap between us," he said softly, his voice carrying across the silent battlefield. "I could have ended your lives, but I did not. That is not mercy, for I hold no compassion for insects. I simply find no joy in killing you yet. You four are still useful in many ways for me. Instead struggle a little longer, so that your despair becomes complete." + +It was then that Mark slowly shifted his gaze toward Max. The boy stood at the center of a tight formation, surrounded by President William, the tiger-masked leader, Hermes, and the leaders of the seven other overlord forces. + +Their auras burned fiercely, yet their eyes betrayed the weight of despair. Each one gritted their teeth as though forcing themselves to stand tall, even when their instincts screamed at them about the futility of confronting a being like Mark. + +"Now!" Lady Divine’s voice rang out with sharp authority. At that very moment, the runes she had been weaving finally came together, glowing brilliantly across Max’s back. They were not simple inscriptions but a complex tapestry of divine symbols intertwined into a grand formation. With a swift motion, she struck Max lightly between his shoulder blades, releasing the completed power of the formation. + +Max’s body instantly became weightless as radiant energy enveloped him. His entire form dissolved into a dazzling beam of light that shot toward the heavens like an arrow breaking free from its bowstring. For a brief instant, it seemed as though he would pierce through the sky itself and escape. + +But before he could ascend far, his figure slammed into something unseen. A violent ripple spread outward as though the sky itself had been struck. Max’s body rebounded violently against an invisible barrier, his beam of light scattering into fractured sparks before he stabilized himself midair. The entire battlefield shook from the collision, but the barrier remained unbroken, shimmering faintly for a moment before returning to invisibility. + +"I knew you would try something like this, Isabella." Mark’s voice was calm, almost casual, as though he had been waiting for this moment all along. His eyes glimmered with cruel satisfaction as he raised his hand slightly toward the sky. "That is why I locked this part of the space in advance. Nobody can enter from the outside, and nobody can leave from within, unless I give permission. You should have realized that by now." + +Lady Divine’s face turned ashen, the faint glow of her runes extinguishing against her will. Her hands trembled, and the calm confidence she had displayed only moments before crumbled into visible unease. + +Around her, the other leaders stiffened, their expressions growing grim as the weight of despair pressed heavily on their shoulders. They had placed their hopes in her secret preparation, and now they watched it shatter against Mark’s control of space itself. + +The air grew suffocating in silence. Even the strongest among them felt the cold bite of hopelessness, for they had just witnessed that even their most carefully guarded plans could be rendered useless in the face of Mark’s absolute power. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1066.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1066.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb6b482 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1066.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1060: Desperate Situation" +slug: "ch-1066" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1066 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s expression grew increasingly desperate as he watched Mark advance through the air. Each step he took seemed deliberate, his presence radiating a suffocating pressure that pressed down on everyone around him. + +’Damn, I can’t even sense the Space Anchor I placed in the Great Ruler Empire of because of the space lock Mark put in.’ Max thought depressingly. + +"Stand back," Lady Divine commanded solemnly. Her voice was calm but carried the weight of finality. Mana surged violently from her body, weaving into countless streams that coalesced into glowing runes. They burned with divine brilliance, spinning around her as though answering her will. + +Mark’s smile widened at the sight. "Isabella, you should know by now that your attacks cannot hurt me," he said mockingly. His tone was almost playful, but his eyes glimmered with cold amusement. + +Lady Divine ignored his words. With precise gestures, she sent the runes flying outward, forming an intricate formation that enclosed Mark from every direction. For a moment, the battlefield shimmered with radiant sigils, the air trembling under the pressure of her power. Yet when Mark’s figure touched the glowing runes, they shattered instantly as though they were fragile glass. He walked calmly through them, every step tearing down the divine constructs until nothing remained but fading fragments of light. + +"Great Hand of Buddha!" + +A thunderous voice resounded from above, and a golden radiance illuminated the sky. From within the colossal Buddha figure that guarded the Bright Buddha Palace, a massive golden palm descended, its brilliance blinding as it carried the weight of divine judgment. The hand swept down with unstoppable force, slamming toward Mark like the wrath of heaven itself. + +Mark’s expression finally darkened, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he turned toward Isaac, who stood within the golden Buddha’s protection. His voice was cold with irritation. "You are truly beginning to anger me." With those words, he clenched his fist and thrust it upward. + +BOOM! + +The heavens shook as Mark’s punch collided with the radiant palm. The golden hand shattered instantly, breaking apart into countless fragments of light that scattered across the sky before dissolving into nothingness. The overwhelming attack was destroyed in a single strike. + +Max’s voice cut through the ringing air. "Now!" + +Hermes, the Emperor of the Great Ruler Empire, stepped forward first. His body glowed with a crimson-gold light as the fourth-level concept of Battle erupted from him like a raging storm. His aura twisted into a colossal war halberd, the very essence of combat condensed into form. + +With a bellow that shook the heavens, Hermes swung the halberd down, and from its blade emerged an ocean of phantasmal soldiers, each strike embodying centuries of battles fought and won. The halberd cleaved through the air with enough force to split mountains. + +Beside him, President William’s presence expanded like a looming tide. His fourth-level concept of War materialized into a massive battlefield illusion spanning the skies, its atmosphere heavy with iron and blood. The clash of phantom armies echoed across the realm, countless spectral soldiers charging with blades and spears raised. + +At the center of it all, William’s strongest attack condensed into a black spear of war essence, forged from the will of every fallen warrior his concept embodied. He hurled it at Mark, the spear tearing open space as it roared forward like the judgment of war itself. + +On the other side, the Palace Master of the Absolute Sword Palace unsheathed his blade. His aura flickered once, then multiplied. A thousand swords burst forth, suspended in the air around him, each one sharp enough to cut the laws of the world itself. + +"Thousand Swords Origin!" he declared as the swords shot forward in unison, a river of blinding edges that pierced through dimensions. The light of the swords filled the sky, weaving into an endless net meant to carve Mark into nothingness. + +Not to be outdone, the Guild Master of the Eternal Sun Guild raised his arms high. The air grew unbearably hot as he invoked his greatest technique. A miniature sun formed above his palms, its brilliance so bright it blinded the onlookers below. + +He thrust it forward, and the sun expanded mid-flight, hurling waves of firestorms as it bore down on Mark with the fury of celestial incineration. The sheer heat warped the space around it, threatening to burn away the very arena of the Bright Buddha Palace. + +All four attacks came at once, each carrying the weight of 7th level Divine Rank attack. The halberd of battle, the spear of war, the river of swords, and the burning sun converged on Mark, tearing through the air with a force that even made the earth tremble. + +Mark’s eyes narrowed. His calm smile vanished for the first time as he raised his hand lazily, infernal energy swirling around him like a cloak of blood and darkness. "Is this what you call attacks?" he muttered, his voice soft but filled with godlike contempt. + +The combined storm of destruction closed in. Hermes’s halberd, President William’s spear, the Absolute Sword Palace Master’s thousand swords, and the Eternal Sun Guild Master’s burning sun all converged with unstoppable momentum. The entire sky of the Bright Buddha Palace glowed with blinding brilliance, as if the heavens themselves had been split apart for this one strike. + +Mark lifted his hand slowly, his red eyes gleaming with disdain. Infernal energy erupted from his body like a volcanic explosion, twisting the air, warping the light, and drowning out all other auras with its suffocating presence. His voice rumbled like thunder. "Infernal Domain." + +At those words, the world around him changed. The air turned crimson, the clouds twisted into a ceiling of black fire, and the ground below warped into an endless sea of burning corpses. The battlefield itself bent to his will, becoming his personal domain of death and despair. + +The halberd of battle was the first to strike. The phantom soldiers it carried screamed as they were swallowed by the crimson sea, their blades melting into ash before they could touch Mark. With a casual swipe of his hand, the massive halberd shattered into fragments of light, Hermes staggering back from the backlash, his veins bursting from the recoil. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1067.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1067.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..09bc326 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1067.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1061: Max’s final stand" +slug: "ch-1067" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1067 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1151 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Next came the black spear of war. Its roar split the infernal domain, its edge aiming straight for Mark’s heart. Mark simply extended two fingers and caught the spear mid-flight. The battlefield illusion behind William collapsed instantly as the spear dissolved into a puff of smoke. William coughed blood, his body trembling as if centuries of wars had been ripped from him in an instant. + +The thousand swords descended like a storm, sharp enough to sever laws themselves. They filled the skies with silver brilliance, stabbing at every angle. Mark didn’t even move. His infernal energy expanded outward, a crimson pulse that rippled through the air. + +The moment the red wave touched the swords, they shattered one after another, breaking like fragile glass against his will. The Palace Master gasped, clutching his chest as blood trickled from his mouth. His sword trembled in his hand, as if bowing to a higher existence. + +The last attack came, the miniature sun blazing like the fury of the heavens. Its flames roared, devouring the domain itself as it rushed toward Mark. For a moment, it seemed even Mark’s infernal energy could not consume the brilliance of a star. Mark looked up, his eyes glowing with sinister amusement. "Pathetic." + +He raised his hand and clenched his fist. The infernal energy surged upward, wrapping around the sun like a serpent constricting its prey. The blazing sphere trembled, cracks appearing across its surface before it exploded with a thunderous roar. + +Firestorms swept across the domain, yet instead of burning Mark, they were absorbed into his body. The Guild Master of the Eternal Sun Guild screamed, blood erupting from his lips as his body almost collapsed under the backlash. + +When the light cleared, Mark stood untouched in the middle of the sky. His black hair fluttered in the infernal wind, his red eyes glowing with godlike contempt. Around him, the four strongest leaders of the human forces staggered, bloodied and pale, their strongest techniques annihilated like child’s play. + +Mark’s voice echoed across the battlefield, calm yet suffocating. "Is that all the peak of humanity has to offer? You call yourselves leaders, yet your strength is not even worthy to entertain me. This is why you will lose. This is why your race will kneel." + +"Take this!" Max roared, pressing his palms together as violet arcs of lightning surged violently around his body. His entire figure shone with blinding radiance as if his flesh itself had become a vessel for storm and destruction. + +The sky above trembled. Clouds gathered in unnatural density, swirling into a vortex of black and violet. The air crackled with raw power, the atmosphere so charged that even the spectators felt their hairs stand on end. Bolts of violet lightning danced wildly, writhing across the heavens like serpents hungry for prey. + +CRACKLE! + +A deafening sound split the skies as a colossal dragon of violet lightning coiled down from the clouds. Its scales gleamed with endless arcs of electricity, its eyes burned with merciless fury, and its roar thundered like the judgment of the heavens. The sheer presence of the beast shook the Bright Buddha Palace to its foundations, its aura pressing on the hearts of both humans. + +With an earth-shattering roar, the dragon descended. Its massive body crashed down upon Mark, wrapping him in a sea of violet destruction. The arena was drowned in brilliance, the ground beneath splitting apart and disintegrating into molten ash as wave after wave of lightning rained down. + +The sky itself seemed torn, the air reeking of ozone and burning stone. For several seconds the beast ravaged everything in sight, an endless cascade of divine thunder meant to obliterate Mark from existence. + +Finally, the dragon’s body began to fade, its arcs dispersing into the storm clouds above. The violent flashes weakened, the oppressive pressure lessened, and soon only faint sparks fell from the air. Silence followed, heavy and suffocating. + +When the last light disappeared, every gaze fell on the center of the storm. + +Mark stood there, completely untouched. His black hair drifted in the lingering winds, his crimson eyes gleaming faintly with amusement. Not a single burn marred his skin. His aura remained steady, unshaken, as if the godlike lightning dragon had been nothing more than a child’s tantrum. + +"What?" Mark asked softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Did you all truly believe that a little bit of lightning could hurt me?" His tone was calm, almost bored, but it carried an arrogance that pressed into the souls of everyone who heard it. + +Max’s heart sank. His breath grew shallow, his chest tightened. That lightning dragon was not just one of his strongest techniques, it was the strongest attack but it did nothing to Mark. At this moment he truly understood why Mark was called a God. + +Despair crept across Max’s face. His violet eyes dimmed turned to usual red as he stared at the figure before him, that man who called himself a god, who claimed immortality, who mocked him without lifting a finger. The realization struck him cold. His strongest attack, the power he believed could shake the heavens, had done nothing. + +But Max had one more attack, he wanted to try. + +Max’s body shook as he forced every ounce of his power into one last desperate attack. His aura blazed, and the battlefield trembled beneath the weight of his intent. The four concepts within him surged to their peak. + +The first to awaken was space. The third-level concept of Spatial Distortion bent the world itself as Max repeatedly folded a single point of reality upon itself. Again and again he forced the laws to twist, condense, and collapse until the distorted point resembled a tiny devouring hole. The air groaned around it, a crushing force pulling at stone, earth, and even the energy in the atmosphere.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +Then came lightning. Violet sparks leapt into the hole, feeding it with unstable power. The distortion grew erratic, arcs snapping violently as if the fabric of existence itself was rejecting its presence. + +Next, he poured in flames. Scarlet and gold roared across the distortion, feeding instability into instability. The devouring point now pulsed like a raging star on the verge of implosion, spewing heat that made the very air ripple. + +Finally, Max unleashed his severing sword concept. Its edge cut across space itself, splitting apart the distortion and reforging it into something even deadlier. The devouring hole transformed into a vortex of annihilation, a miniature void tearing apart anything that came near, yet overflowing with sword intent sharp enough to cleave through laws themselves. + +This was the technique he had forged in solitude within the Dimension of Time. Countless failed attempts had broken him down and rebuilt him, but now it lived, a creation of destruction. He had no name for it yet, only the certainty that it was his strongest strike aside from the violet lightning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1068.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1068.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb1606a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1068.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1062: Lucien Mad his Move!" +slug: "ch-1068" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1068 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Take this!" Max roared, hurling the unstable devouring hole straight at Mark. The vortex screamed as it ripped through the battlefield, dragging everything in its wake toward inevitable death. Even the runic barriers around the arena groaned under its pull, straining to hold their form. + +Mark’s crimson eyes flickered with interest. He raised one hand and nodded lightly. "I have to give it to you, Max. This and the lightning dragon before it... Both could kill ordinary Divine Rank experts without question." His lips curved into a faint smile. "But sadly, your opponent is me." + +Without hesitation, Mark reached out. His fingers wrapped around the devouring hole as if it were no more than a marble. Space cracked around his grip, but the vortex that should have swallowed him whole shrank against his palm like clay pressed by a sculptor. + +And then, casually, he lifted it toward his mouth. + +Before the stunned gazes of everyone present, Mark tilted his head back and swallowed the devouring hole whole. The sound was sickeningly simple, like water vanishing into a throat. The catastrophic force that could have slain gods disappeared into him as if it had never existed. + +"Hmmm." Mark exhaled calmly, rolling his neck as if savoring the aftertaste. "All those concepts. Space, lightning, flames, the severing edge of your sword. They are indeed powerful, Max." His red eyes narrowed, filled with cruel amusement. "But power like that is just seasoning for me." + +Max froze, his face pale. He had poured everything into that attack, a strike capable of unmaking reality itself, and yet Mark had eaten it like a meal. His chest heaved, his mind reeled, his confidence shook to its core. + +Around him, silence fell. The gathered leaders were petrified. Even the most battle-hardened among them had never seen anything like this. An attack that could destroy Divine Rank experts, devoured as if it were nothing more than food. + +The despair was heavy, choking. Max clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. His heart screamed in fury, yet his mind was trapped in disbelief. + +Just then... + +Crack! + +The sound of reality tearing apart spread like thunder across the battlefield. Everyone turned their eyes upward. At first it was faint, but within moments the lines of fracture grew thicker, jagged streaks spreading through the sky as if the heavens themselves were breaking apart. The entire world seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the phenomenon. + +Mark’s eyes sharpened with sudden intrigue. His crimson pupils glowed faintly, reflecting the fractures in space. "Someone capable of breaking into my space lock?" he murmured, his voice low but filled with genuine interest. Few dared to tamper with the space he controlled, fewer still succeeded. + +Shatter! + +With a sound like glass collapsing into dust, the fractured space broke completely. Shards of reality fell away, glowing briefly before dissolving into nothingness. From the rift stepped a figure, descending calmly into the air above the Bright Buddha Palace. He was young, no older than Max, with hair as red as living flame and eyes that carried an unshakable calm. His presence was neither overwhelming nor violent, yet it carried the weight of inevitability, as though the world itself bent slightly around him. + +"It seems I am not late," Lucien said softly, his lips curving into a faint smile as he landed in front of Max and the others. + +"Lucien..." Lady Divine’s voice trembled. Her usually unwavering composure faltered as her eyes widened. President William stiffened in shock, his disbelief plain on his face. Even the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order, a man known for never showing his emotions, faltered. His chest rose sharply as if he could not believe what stood before him. + +Lucien was a part of the Obsidian Order and yet even he had seen Lucien rarely once he became the strongest human. + +The red-haired youth was no stranger to any of them. His name alone carried a legend. Lucien. + +The strongest human of their generation. The aloof genius who had surpassed all others long ago, yet withdrew from the struggles of the world. He never raised his hand against the demons. He never interfered with the invasions of the Ascendants. He never stood against the nulls. For centuries, he remained in the shadows, silent and distant, never once revealing his true power. + +For some, he was a legend to be admired, a symbol of what humanity could reach. For others, he was a coward, cursed for watching idly while humanity bled. His name was carved in history but tainted by doubt. + +And yet, here he stood, breaking Mark’s space lock, standing openly on the battlefield of the Bright Buddha Palace. + +"Lucien!" The four leaders of the Four God Nations could not contain themselves. Their voices overlapped in disbelief, their eyes wide as though they were staring at an illusion. They could scarcely believe that the figure who had ignored the world for so long had chosen to appear here, in this place, at this exact moment. + +Mark tilted his head slightly, crimson eyes narrowing in interest. The faintest of smiles crept onto his lips. "So... the ghost finally walks among the living." His tone was amused, but his gaze sharpened. "I have waited a long time to see if you would move, Lucien." + +The entire battlefield was stunned into silence. The aloof legend had stepped into the storm, and even Mark acknowledged his presence. + +"I suppose it’s our first time meeting." Lucien said with a calm smile. + +Mark’s lips curved into a smile, slow and deliberate, his crimson eyes glimmering with both amusement and malice. His voice carried easily across the fractured skies, echoing in the ears of every human present. + +"There are two presences in this world that have grown at the same level as me in the past hundred years," Mark said, his tone filled with a mocking sort of praise. "And I was very curious about the two, but neither of them ever revealed themselves to me. For a while, I wondered if they were cowards. If they were content hiding in the shadows while I stood alone above the world." + +His gaze fixed directly on Lucien, sharp as blades yet smiling as though he had stumbled upon something amusing. "But here you are..." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1069.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1069.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..98fe67e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1069.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1063: Lucien’s Powers" +slug: "ch-1069" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1069 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Come on, don’t act like you don’t know why I didn’t act against you," Lucien said, his gaze locked on Mark without a flicker of hesitation. "Aren’t you being one of the reasons?" + +As those words left his mouth, Lucien slowly lifted his hand. He clenched his right fist, and in that moment the world responded. + +Crack. + +The sound echoed through the heavens as the very fabric of the sky split apart. Above them, countless fracture lines spread across the dome of the world like an endless spiderweb. The cracks stretched farther and farther, trembling violently, as though reality itself was about to collapse. + +Gasps erupted from the human leaders. The oppressive sight of a sky that looked ready to shatter filled every heart with dread. They could feel the terrifying pressure coming from Lucien’s restrained fist, a pressure that was not even fully unleashed. If this was only the result of him clenching his hand, then what would happen if he truly struck with all his might? + +Lucien’s expression did not change as he lowered his gaze back to Mark. "Even a little power-up could cause the very spatial domain of this world to crack." His voice was heavy but unwavering, as though he was stating a truth no one else dared to voice. "And you... you have the power to restore the spatial domain of this world. You have the power to repair it, and yet you do nothing about it." + +The leaders of the human race froze. Their hearts pounded as realization struck them like a hammer. + +Mark could repair the broken spatial domain? + +Max’s eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his chest. ’What? Mark can repair the spatial domain of this world?’ His mind spun in chaos. Lucien’s words were more devastating than anything else he had heard today. + +Max remembered clearly. Lucien had once explained to him that the spatial domain of their world was broken when the demons forcefully tore it open, shattering the stability of the world itself. That destruction caused the ascension tunnel to collapse, severing the connection to the Divine Realm. For generations, no human had ascended, no matter how powerful they became. They were all bound to this fractured world. + +And now, to hear that Mark had the ability to repair it all this time... + +Max’s fists clenched so tightly that blood seeped from his palms. His rage boiled uncontrollably. ’How? How could Mark have such powers?’ + +The surrounding human leaders trembled with fury and disbelief. Their face darkened. It was also their first time knowing that Mark, the Immortal Devil, had the power to repair their spatial domain and thereby allow humans to ascend to Divine Realms and yet Mark didn’t do that. + +Mark’s smile did not falter, but the glint in his eyes sharpened. "It seems you know a thing or two about me," he said, his voice low yet laced with curiosity. "Tell me, how did you get this piece of information? I am very sure I destroyed every record, every trace, every shred of history regarding that." + +Lucien met his gaze without flinching. A faint smile tugged at his lips as if Mark’s question amused him. "That’s a secret from my end," he replied calmly. His voice carried a confidence that did not waver under Mark’s oppressive aura. + +As he spoke, he briefly turned his eyes toward Max, Lady Divine, the leaders of the Seven Overlord Forces, and the Four God Nations. It was a small gesture, but it conveyed his intent clearly: they were all under his protection now. + +Mark’s expression darkened. His smile thinned until it was almost a sneer. "Don’t think I will allow any of them to get away from here." The air around him thickened as he extended his hand. + +At once, the space around the Bright Buddha Palace shuddered violently. The entire region trembled as an even stronger space lock formed, far heavier and denser than the one he had used earlier. The oppressive weight of it pressed down on everyone like an invisible cage, suffocating and absolute. + +Lucien’s calm did not break. Instead, his lips curved upward slightly. The faint reflection of light flickered over his eyes as a pair of sleek gaming goggles materialized, sliding over his face in a seamless motion. Then, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, a gaming remote appeared in his right hand. Its surface glowed faintly, runes flashing across it like digital patterns alive with power. + +Without hesitation, Lucien tapped one of the buttons. + +WHIISSH! + +Almost instantly, the world shifted. Every single figure present—Max, Lady Divine, President William, Aden, the masked leader of the Obsidian Order, and the other leaders of the human powers—vanished from the palace grounds. + +Their presence dissolved into streams of light, carried away from Mark’s suffocating space lock as if his power no longer applied to them. Only the monks of the Bright Buddha Palace, still protected by their sacred wards, remained. + +Mark’s face hardened, the playful smile replaced by something sharper. "How did you bypass my space lock?" His voice thundered, laced with disbelief. For the first time, his composure cracked. + +Lucien tilted his head slightly, the glow of the goggles reflecting Mark’s furious eyes. "I have a skill that allows me to ignore anything." His tone was light, almost casual, but the weight of those words sent chills across the hearts of those who overheard them. + +Then, without pause, he pressed another button on the remote. + +CRACK—BOOM! + +Mark’s body instantly shifted, teleported ten feet backward as though dragged by some unseen force. A heartbeat later, the ground where he had stood erupted into a colossal fireball explosion. The flames roared skyward, twisting into a vortex of molten heat and shockwaves. + +The sheer magnitude of the blast fractured the fabric of space once more, spiderweb cracks spreading outward in every direction. Yet before the collapse could escalate, Lucien raised his hand, and the cracks stabilized under his control, the space knitting itself back together reluctantly. + +Smoke and ash drifted in the air. The scent of charred stone lingered. + +Mark brushed his black hair back with his hand, his red eyes gleaming as he studied Lucien. "An invisible attack?" His tone carried intrigue rather than anger. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-107.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-107.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e2af5e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-107.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 107: Battle to Rescue - 8" +slug: "ch-107" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 107 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1340 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Veylin frowned at her suggestion. On one hand, he wanted to complete his mission, and on the other, he didn’t want any casualties among the team he led. + +"Alright, I will wait," Veylin said with a gloomy expression, having decided to hold off. + +Max smiled coldly upon hearing that. + +Five glanced at the man in the mask from the Black Lotus guild. "Looks like you guys won," he said, his voice calm. + +The man in the mask signaled Max with his eyes. "He doesn’t think so. Not yet." + +Five’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at Max, his expression turning mysterious. "He can use black flames just like you," he said, turning to the man in the mask. "Does he have some connection to the Black Lotus guild?" + +The man in the mask glanced at Five and replied, "None that I know of so far." + +Five gazed deeply at him before closing his eyes. + +Everyone waited in silence for everything to come to an end. + +Veylin’s eyes drifted between Alice and Jessica the entire time, but he didn’t make a move and only observed from a distance. + +Max remained on full alert the whole time. If Veylin had even moved a step toward Alice, he would have burned Jessica alive mercilessly. + +The tension between them grew, but neither of the two took any action, nor did any of the other figures standing in or above the crater. + +Time passed, and half an hour went by. + +Around that time, the dome at the other end of the city vibrated slightly, attracting everyone’s attention. + +They then saw the dome slowly but steadily disintegrate into red particles until it disappeared completely, revealing a black crack in the blue sky. + +Everyone was shocked to witness the crack in the sky, which remained. Usually, when a dungeon break occurred, the crack or portal, the source of the monsters, would close after the monsters were killed. But the sight in front of them left everyone speechless. + +"What is this?" Nash muttered, a bad feeling rising in his heart. + +The young woman with green hair sneered at Nash for being so ignorant, but she didn’t provide any information either. + +Max also glanced at the tear in the void, but he didn’t pay it too much attention. His focus remained on the various figures in the sky. + +Among the many figures just below the tear, many wore cloaks, but the majority of them belonged to the five guilds and four families. + +Currently, they seemed to be arguing about something. + +A middle-aged man with dark red hair and a slim build glanced at the situation near the Rune Tower, his expression darkening. He was the leader of the Monarch guild in charge of the operation, and they had accomplished what they had intended. However, the situation with their other group didn’t seem to be going well. + +"Hubert, you people from the Monarch are really deep scheming bastards," Aurelia, the leader of the Phoenix Order guild, grinned, her tone furious. "To send a team after my daughter? You really have the guts." A fiery aura so intense that it could burn the very air around her radiated from her body. + +Hubert shrugged. "I wasn’t aware of them at all." He smiled slyly. "Maybe that team was led by the young master from the direct order of Young Monarch himself." + +Aurelia sneered, her tone cold. "That means it doesn’t matter if anyone on their side dies, right?" + +Hubert chuckled. "We both know that you aren’t going to kill anyone, especially from the Monarch." + +"Oh, really?" Aurelia smiled, her expression cruel as she turned to Sophia, who stood beside her. "Go and give Max the order to execute the woman he’s holding hostage." + +"As you say, Master." Sophia nodded and was about to leave but was blocked by two figures from the Blade family and Evernight family. + +The leader of the Blade family, Galen Blade, glanced at Aurelia and scolded, "Aurelia, don’t act like a child. Killing someone from the Monarch would directly start the impending war." He was a middle-aged man with silver hair and handsome looks. + +"Galen’s right, Aurelia," the leader of the Evernight family, Cashen, said in support of Galen. "We’re in no position to start a war against the Monarch, not when the Valora continent is not united. We have to wait until the King from the West Region’s birthday." + +The leaders of the other four guilds watched indifferently, but their expressions clearly showed they weren’t keen on starting a war with the Monarch. + +Aurelia frowned after hearing the two leaders. "They came to kidnap my daughter; the least they could do is let someone from their side die as compensation," she said, refusing to back down. + +Tension arose due to her words. + +Hubert sneered. "Don’t try anything foolish, Aurelia. It would only lead to something undesirable." + +"I don’t care at this point," Aurelia said, glancing at the lady in Max’s hands. She wanted to settle this matter herself. + +The thought of what could have happened to her daughter if she had been kidnapped fueled her heart with deep resentment and hatred against the Monarch, and at that moment, she couldn’t care less about them. + +"How about listening to this merchant?" Three middle-aged men appeared before them at that moment. Each one appeared round and fat but with distinct personalities. + +One of them had a kind face, another appeared frowning, and the last one had his eyes closed, as if nothing in this world mattered to him. + +They were the three brothers of the Stellar Merchant Alliance. + +"Oh, now the Stellar Merchant Alliance wants to interfere in the business of the Monarch and the other powers in the East?" Hubert asked, glancing at them. + +The kind one of the trio glanced at him and said, "If this matter could potentially lead to the start of a war, then we had to interfere." + +Hubert snorted but didn’t say anything else. + +Seeing that, the kind one turned to both Aurelia and Hubert. "How about this? Hubert, you compensate the Phoenix Order guild with some mana crystals or any treasures, but the items must be of sufficient value to compensate for the kidnapping." + +Hubert’s face turned dark. They had already failed the other half of the mission, and now they even had to give their enemies compensation? + +"That won’t happen," he refused outright. + +"I also don’t want any compensation," Aurelia also rejected his suggestion. However, her expression turned sly as she glanced at the kind one. "If he can give me something I desire, then I won’t mind this matter at all." + +"And what is that thing?" the kind one asked curiously. + +Aurelia smiled sweetly and held up five fingers. "Five fruits of the Flame Galleon Tree in the Central Region." + +Every other guild and the four families were shocked by her words. The Flame Galleon Tree was one of the many natural resources of the world, but its fruits were incredibly rare. + +Especially the Flame Galleon Tree, whose fruits were said to enhance one’s affinity with flames. Increasing comprehension wasn’t easy, but there were still ways to improve one’s rate of understanding. + +The kind one thought for a moment and turned to Hubert. "What do you think?" + +Hubert frowned. On one hand, the fruits of the Flame Galleon Tree weren’t a big matter to them, but their rarity and specialty made them never sell a single one of these fruits. However, the situation here demanded otherwise. + +He contemplated for a moment and said, "It will arrive at the doors of the Phoenix Order guild in a week’s time." + +He added, his expression cruel, "But by doing this, Aurelia, you’ve added the Phoenix Order guild to the Monarch’s blacklist." + +"You don’t need to worry about that. Just send me the fruits," Aurelia waved dismissively at him. + +Hubert frowned, seeing that she wasn’t taking his words seriously. + +"What about the tear?" Another member of the trio from the Stellar Merchant Alliance, the serious one with the frown, asked Hubert. "Why isn’t it closing?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1070.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1070.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff63ac5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1070.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1064: Power of a God" +slug: "ch-1070" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1070 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1120 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Reality is just another game," Lucien said calmly. "And I am someone who has cheats to all the games." + +Mark’s red eyes glimmered, his smile widening. "Interesting. Then let me what you have got." + +He raised his hand, and without effort, black infernal energy surged into the sky. It twisted and solidified into a world-sized hand, its fingers stretching until they could clutch the horizon itself. The hand descended, tearing through clouds, pressing against Lucien and the grid as if trying to collapse them together. + +Lucien pressed two buttons in quick succession. + +BEEP! BEEP! + +Immediately, the grid around him shifted. The colossal hand Mark had summoned froze midair, pixelating into cubes of broken energy before shattering into pieces like a deleted file.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Mark blinked, intrigued, then burst into laughter. "You even made my attack crash. Wonderful." + +But he was not holding back. His fingers snapped, and the shattered fragments of space itself reformed into a massive black vortex. The vortex pulled at everything, the mountains, the palaces, the land, the sky itself, threatening to erase the Bright Buddha Palace and all who remained. + +Lucien leaned slightly on his remote. He tapped the joystick once. + +The vortex paused, stopped entirely as if time had been frozen, and then skipped backward like a rewound video until it returned to Mark’s hand. The sky repaired itself, mountains rebuilt, the world returned to what it was seconds ago. + +Mark tilted his head. "So, you even rewind the world. Tell me, how many cheats do you have?" + +Lucien didn’t answer. His thumb pressed down on another button. + +BOOM! + +An endless barrage of meteors materialized in the sky, each shaped like a flaming polygon. They fell like a storm, smashing into the land with devastating force. Each impact cracked space like broken glass, and Lucien’s expression darkened. He waved his hand and stabilized the cracks immediately, preventing them from destroying the realm but it also caused the powers of the meteors to weaken. + +Mark walked through the storm without rushing. Every meteor that came close to him was devoured by the infernal energy swirling around his body. + +"This is the difference," Mark said, his voice reverberating across the battlefield. "I do not need to hold back. I do not care if the space shatters. I will stand, while the world itself bends to me." + +Lucien clicked another button. His figure multiplied instantly into dozens of afterimages, each version of himself firing invisible bullets, beams, and blades of light from different angles. + +Mark raised his hand, and the air cracked as black walls of infernal energy rose around him like shifting labyrinths, swallowing every attack. The clash of light and darkness lit the sky brighter than the sun, blinding everyone who dared to look. + +The shockwaves flattened mountains, split rivers, and shook the very continent. Monks of the Bright Buddha Palace chanted desperately to hold their wards in place, or the entire palace would have been erased by the fight. + +Lucien’s remote glowed brighter, his fingers moving rapidly across it like a gamer pressing a perfect combo. Each button press unleashed a different command: swords falling from the heavens, health bars and stamina bars appearing in the air above both combatants, even a glowing red "BOSS" marker flashing above Mark’s head. + +Mark only laughed louder. "So, I am your boss fight? Very well." + +He clapped his hands together, and the entire eastern sky turned crimson. The sun itself darkened, replaced by a massive infernal eye that stared down at Lucien. Its gaze caused the ground to boil and the air to combust. + +Lucien steadied his stance, his face calm beneath the goggles. "Boss it is," he muttered, pressing down the big central button on the remote. + +The world shook again as the two unleashed their powers on unimaginable scales. Lucien’s every strike threatened to collapse the domain, yet he restrained himself constantly, repairing the space even as he broke it. Mark, however, poured everything into destruction, his immortal presence tearing at the seams of reality without care. + +The battle was no longer one between man and demon. It was a clash of systems: Lucien bending the world as if it were a game, and Mark shattering it as a god who feared nothing. + +The infernal eye in the sky dilated, its gaze spanning across heaven and earth. Mark spread his arms as if embracing the entire world. His voice rolled like thunder, shaking the marrow of every living being. + +"This world... is mine." + +At his words, the sky cracked apart. The sun shattered into fragments of black light before reforming, burning crimson like an eternal infernal flame. Oceans far to the east boiled into steam, their water rising into the sky and condensing into rivers of blood that flowed through the air. Mountains bent as if bowing before him, and the very ground quaked, splitting into abysses that glowed with molten fire. + +Mark’s black hair swayed in a storm of infernal wind, his eyes glowing red brighter than twin suns. The infernal energy surged outward in waves. Each wave was not just destructive force but divine authority. Space warped, time wavered, and laws bent. Every living being across the continent felt it — the undeniable truth that Mark was not bound by the same rules as mortals. + +"Reality itself bends at my will." + +He clenched his fist. The sky tore apart into hexagonal fragments as if the world itself were a pane of glass. The fragments rained downward and then fused together again, but rearranged into his desired shape. The Bright Buddha Palace, the forests, the plains — all of it was rewritten into a landscape of infernal energy, a crimson wasteland filled with jagged spires and rivers of fire. + +Lucien’s face hardened. "He is rewriting the map." + +Mark smiled. "Your cheats manipulates the rules. But I am the rule here." + +The infernal eye pulsed once, and all sound vanished. The world itself froze. Time stopped for everyone. Humans, demons, even beasts in distant lands found themselves motionless, locked in the divine stillness of his authority. Only Mark walked through it freely, his steps echoing in the silence. + +He appeared before Lucien in an instant. "You hold back because the world breaks when you swing. I break it because it belongs to me." He extended his hand, pressing it against Lucien’s chest. "I am the god of this world. Every stone, every river, every law of space and time answers to me." + +"Your froze the the world?" Lucien looked around. "No, you froze time itself. You restructured the entire world to form from infernal energy." + +"So, it is true. You are the crownbearer of this world." Lucien said realizing everything he had heard about Mark was true. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1071.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1071.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c573660 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1071.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1065: Talks between the two Greats!" +slug: "ch-1071" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1071 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"As I have said many times before, I am the god of this world," Mark said with a satisfied smile as he snapped his fingers. The snap echoed like a verdict, and reality obediently steadied itself. Time resumed its steady current, the chaotic surges of infernal energy that had convulsed the land evaporated, and the surroundings returned to an eerie calm as though nothing momentous had occurred. + +Lucien watched the change with a curious tilt of his head, his eyes tracking the faint smoke that still curled from the ground. "That was not your full strength, was it?" he asked, studying Mark as if measuring the distance between a mask and a face. + +Mark inclined his head once in acknowledgement. "No," he admitted, his smile never leaving his features. "I am at one third of my full strength for now, because I possess only one third of my full soul." + +Lucien’s brow creased as he considered the implication. "Explain something to me then," he said. "From what I have learned, a crownbearer of a mortal world is meant to act as a guardian, a god who wards off external threats like demons and Nulls. Yet you do the opposite. You command the Nulls and allow demons to run their courses while you orchestrate things from behind the scenes." He fixed Mark with a steady look. "Why did you turn to this path? What twisted the purpose of your charge?" + +Mark laughed, a sound that carried equal parts amusement and something colder. "You want to know why I turned," he said, amusement curling his voice. "If you truly wish to understand, then seek the missing third of my soul. It lies sealed within the Celestial Beast Temple. Find it and you will have your answer." + +Lucien smiled, not quite trusting the simplicity of the request. "Is that truly your motive, or are you setting a trap so I will free your soul from that seal?" he asked with a tone that mixed challenge and calculation. + +Mark’s smile deepened into a nod, as though he had expected that very skepticism. "If you can free it, then I will be very pleased," he said plainly, his eyes reflecting an inscrutable light. + +Lucien’s expression remained calm, though his eyes sharpened with curiosity. He finally asked the question that weighed most heavily on his mind. "What are your true goals in this war? I can understand the demons’ desire for that drop of blood, but what is it that you seek? Someone like you, who has remained silent for so long, would not reveal himself to the world without reason. You have hidden and plotted for ages, and you would not step into the open unless your motives were far greater." + +Mark’s smile thinned, and for the first time a shadow of seriousness crossed his features, though the menace in his eyes never diminished. + +"Do you truly not know what I want?" he asked. His voice deepened with a subtle edge of impatience. "I want the other two parts of my soul. That is what I have been waiting for. Do you have any idea how long I have endured this? I have bid my time for millennia, weaving plans, shifting pieces, waiting for the right body to claim, a vessel worthy enough for me to control. All of it has been for this purpose." + +His tone grew heavier as he continued. "Without my other two parts, I am empty. I am incomplete. That hollow absence festers inside me, and I despise it with every fiber of my being. I hate it more than anything else."𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +He paused only long enough for the silence to weigh between them before speaking again. "There is another reason. I need my full strength returned to me quickly. If I do not recover it, then I will be consumed." + +Lucien’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing with unease. "Consumed? What do you mean by that? Who in this world could possibly consume you?" + +Mark sneered, his expression twisting into disdain as though the memory itself disgusted him. "That was my belief as well. I thought nothing could touch me. But not long ago, after I possessed this body and felt the pulse of this world flow through me once more, I discovered the presence of an entity unlike anything I have ever known. This being devours everything. Not just energy, not just life, but everything. I do not know when it came into this world, nor do I know its origin. But what I do know is that it is here, and as we speak it is feeding. Piece by piece it is consuming this world, and with every passing moment, it grows stronger." + +"And you cannot kill this entity?" Lucien asked, his voice sharpening with concern. + +Mark nodded slowly, his face closing into a mask of sober memory. "Believe me when I say I tried every method I possessed, yet none of it affected her. Strikes that would pulverize mountains felt to her like a raindrop to flesh." + +Lucien’s expression hardened as he listened. He had learned to read the tiny tells that separated truth from performance, and in this moment he felt no deception in Mark’s words. The gravity in Mark’s eyes matched the weight of his confession. + +"Where is this entity now?" Lucien asked, the single question carrying the urgency of a man who needed to know if the threat still stalked their world. + +Mark shrugged with an unsettling calm. "It is gone for the moment," he replied. + +Lucien frowned, pushing the doubt back and forth across his features. "Gone how? It survived your attacks and then simply vanished?" + +Mark let out a small, humorless smile. "When I struck at it before, it endured even my most devastating assaults and then fled. It did not disappear so much as retreat and conceal itself. It has grown cunning and learned to hide, and for now I cannot sense its presence anywhere in the world." + +Lucien considered that answer and then shifted to the only thing that mattered to him now. "If I were to restore your soul, if I gave you your full strength back, would you then drive the demons away and reseal the threats you seek to unleash?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1072.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1072.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..028cdec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1072.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1066: Mark’s intentions" +slug: "ch-1072" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1072 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Mark’s reply came without hesitation and with a tone that cut like ice. "Why would I do that? Reclaiming my full soul and full my full strength will not change my purpose. I will free the demons regardless because this world belongs to me, and when I am whole I will remake it to suit my will. The demons will be instruments for that reconstruction, but first I will deal with that devouring entity that threatens to consume everything." + +Lucien exhaled and shook his head. "This matter will not be solved easily," he said, the weight of the problem settling heavily between them. + +"Why so many questions do you have?" Mark asked as his pressure swelled, his voice calm but threaded with dangerous impatience. "Let us battle some more. It has been a very long time since I have gone all out." + +"Buddy, you may unleash your full might if you wish, but should I do the same the world will be destroyed," Lucien said, his tone weary and grave as he met Mark’s cold amusement. "Do you want this world to be devoured into a black hole?" + +Mark inclined his head in a motion that was almost courteous. "True, I would not want that either," he admitted. "I do not seek annihilation for its own sake." + +"Why do you not simply fix the spatial domain of this world?" Lucien asked, his voice soft with a strategist’s logic. + +Mark shrugged with a slow, measured motion that betrayed no panic. "That is not something I can accomplish at present," he said. "To alter the shape of this world permanently I require my full strength, and for that I need my missing soul fragments." + +At that moment the earth beneath the Bright Buddha Palace convulsed as if something vast had stirred in the bones of the world. An eruption of demonic energy burst upward from the heart of the palace, and the sky was split by a pillar of black light that shot like a spear toward the heavens. + +The radiance was not noble but hungry, and it carved a wound through the morning like a blade through silk. The golden forms and ornate pavilions of the Bright Buddha Palace could not withstand that malignant column; masonry cracked and statues crumbled, gardens were torn into smoking ruin, and the palace collapsed into rubble beneath the ravenous light. + +From within the newly opened wound came a roar that was older than memory. The seal that had held ten thousand years of torment could not hold against the surge, and in an instant thousands of demonic shapes exploded from the fissure. + +They streamed into the air like a storm of shadow and fang, and they filled the skies with a chorus of triumphant whoops and howls. + +The demons did not hide their joy; they celebrated like beings reborn. + +"We are free at last," one voice cried, high and sharp, echoing across ruined tiles. + +"Chains that bound us for ten millennia have been smashed," another bellowed with savage laughter. + +"Taste the air, brothers and sisters, the world we were denied is ours once more."𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +Amid that teeming mass a single figure rose larger than the rest, crowned in eldritch flame and exuding a presence so vast that the winds themselves seemed to bow. + +The being’s voice rolled like distant thunder as it addressed the sky and the ruined palace. "I am returned," it declared, and the title that followed froze the blood of every mortal who heard it. + +"What? How did the demons get free? How could the seal be broken?" For the first time, Lucien’s composure faltered, his voice carrying the weight of genuine shock. + +Mark’s lips curled into a sneer, his expression laced with cruel satisfaction. "Did you not listen to what I told you before? I have been plotting this for thousands of years," he said. His eyes gleamed with triumph as he continued, "And one of those plans included planting an Ascendant deep inside the Bright Buddha Palace. You think their seal was eternal, but even eternity has cracks when someone like me is determined enough to find them." + +He tilted his head slightly, his smile widening with mockery. "Did you think I was wasting my time standing here, toying with you and the others? I was not stalling. I was simply waiting, biding my time until the demons were freed. Everything that has happened was nothing more than part of the design I laid long ago." + +Lucien’s face grew grave as Mark’s words sank into him like stone weights dragging into deep water. His gaze swept across the sky, and what he saw turned his solemnity into dread. Thousands of demons had already flooded into the air, their bodies blotting out the heavens with a sea of wings, horns, and shadowed forms. Their roars shook the land, triumphant and wrathful in equal measure. + +Among them, hundreds exuded the undeniable power of the Divine Rank, their auras crashing against one another like storms colliding. But what made Lucien’s heart sink further was the presence of one figure who towered above them all. + +The Demon King himself, carrying the unmistakable weight of the tenth cycle of life and death within the Divine Rank, hovered with eyes that gleamed like bottomless pits. His power pressed down over the battlefield, heavier than mountains and more suffocating than the abyss. + +Lucien clenched his fists, the shock fading into grim calculation. The seal was shattered, the demons were free, and the balance of the world had just been rewritten. + +Joy turned to vindictive hunger across the demonic assembly. They shouted in a dozen tongues and in a dozen snarls, and their words carried the old wound they had nursed for countless ages. "Humans chained us with their prayers and sealed us with their false gods," a demon with a fractured crown hissed as it beat its great wings. + +"We were bound by your priests and buried by your zealous hands," another spat, its voice wet with bile. "Now you will taste the debt for every life we were robbed of." + +"Kill them all," a deep voice commanded, and thousands of demonic forms converged into a rolling sky of teeth and claws. Their hatred for humanity was not a whispered plan but an open vow, and they screamed it as one: "We were imprisoned by your kind. We will bathe this world in your blood." + +Leaders and onlookers scattered at the first true sweep of those freed fiends, and cries of alarm rose from every broken courtyard and mangled hall of the Bright Buddha Palace. Isaac Abbot’s golden Buddha had been reduced to a shuddering husk in the explosion, and molten light dripped from its fractured features like tears of iron. + +Mark watched the unfolding liberation with an expression that did not change, yet something like satisfaction brushed his features. The destruction of the Bright Buddha Palace and the release of its prisoners seemed to vindicate the patient cruelty of his plan, and he folded his hands as if to applaud a long-awaited act. + +The sky was full of demons, their shouts drowning the brittle cries of the ruined gods, and the Middle Domain had slid irrevocably into a new, darker hour. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1073.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1073.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3f969cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1073.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1067: Pressure on Max" +slug: "ch-1073" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1073 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1134 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lucien’s eyes narrowed as the thousand demons roared with newfound freedom. Some were drenched in infernal energy, their bodies swollen with corruption, their presence pressing against the very air. + +A single flick of his thumb pressed the controller in his hand, and a ripple of light expanded outward. Transparent cube-shaped cages materialized in an instant, locking every one of them inside. Not even the divine rank demon at the tenth cycle of life and death could resist the invisible lock. They pounded and shrieked but the cubes remained firm, glowing faintly with Lucien’s command. + +Mark chuckled softly, his black hair swaying in the still air. "Did you truly think I would allow that?" His voice was calm, but the arrogance beneath it was impossible to hide. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The cubes flickered once and dissolved as if they had never existed, leaving nothing but the wild presence of the demons stretching across the ruined palace grounds. + +"I have some business to handle with these creatures," Mark said, his red eyes gleaming. "They belong to me now." His smile sharpened. "We will meet again." With a ripple of distorted air, he and the multitude of demons vanished, leaving behind the faint echo of infernal energy. + +Lucien stood alone in the empty silence, his hand still resting on the controller. For a long moment he said nothing. + +Finally, his voice broke the stillness. "Just another headache for this world." He turned away, walking deeper into the Bright Buddha Palace where the ancient seal once lay. He wanted to see the remnants for himself, to confirm what had been lost, and what might yet be restored. + +--- + +Far away, within the square of the Four God Nation, a heavy gathering took place. The four leaders of the God Nations stood with their elders and important retainers, while the leaders of the Middle Domain gathered opposite them. + +Max stood slightly apart, his eyes narrowed as he watched their quiet exchange. He could sense their voices were locked behind barriers of runes, sealed away so that no one outside the circle could hear. + +The atmosphere was heavy with tension. Everyone knew Mark’s reappearance had shifted the balance of the world. The release of so many high-ranked demons was not a matter that could be ignored. Yes, when the demons were released, they already got information about it. + +The leaders’ faces were stern, their brows furrowed as they considered what this meant for their people. + +Max’s gaze flicked between them, his fists clenched. He could not make out the details of their conversation, but he knew the topics were obvious. + +The aftermath of Mark’s attacks. The sudden surge of demons into the world. The uncertain loyalties of Lucien, who had revealed his hand but vanished before the world could demand more of him. + +And above all, the opening of—the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +It was due to open in one month. Everyone in the square understood that it would decide the fate of humanity. For the leaders, it was a chance to unite and prepare. For Max, it was one path to increase his strength to Divine Rank, and one more battlefield where he would be forced to fight. + +The square fell into uneasy silence as the meeting stretched on. Max’s heart pounded as he waited. + +"There is only one month left for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain to open," Lady Divine said softly as she stood beside Max. Unlike the others who were locked in discussion, she did not move closer to the circle of rulers. Her gaze stayed fixed on the leaders, but her words were directed only to him. + +Max frowned slightly. "Why are you all focusing so much on the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain? You even tried to lock me away so that I could enter it safely. Why is it so important to all of you?" His voice carried the weight of suspicion, the same distrust he had shown them since the Valora Continent’s destruction. + +Lady Divine sighed. "It is because the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is unlike any other secret realm in this world. Most secret domains are fragments left behind by experts of the Divine Realm or even higher planes. But the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is different. It is not bound to our world alone. It exists as a bridge, a convergence of many small worlds scattered throughout the starry skies. When it opens, it draws in the chosen geniuses from countless mortal worlds. In that place, one does not only fight against demons or ascendants of our world but against talents born in other realms entirely." + +Her eyes turned solemn, and her voice lowered. "Inside it lies inheritance beyond imagination. The domain contains laws of heaven and earth so pure they can push any genius with sufficient foundation directly into the Divine Rank. For some, it may even serve as the starting step toward the path of ascension. If someone conquers its trials, they may obtain relics, bloodlines, or techniques that could tilt the balance of an entire war." + +Max listened, his gaze darkening as her words sank in. + +Lady Divine continued. "This is why it is so important to us. The demons will not hesitate to send their best into the domain, and the Ascendants will do the same. If they gain the treasures within, we will not be able to stand against them. But if humanity seizes them, then for the first time since this war began, we may gain a true advantage. That is why the Four God Nation and the Seven Overlord Forces are treating this as the deciding battlefield. It is not just a competition of strength. It is a gamble for the future of this world." + +Her eyes softened as she glanced at Max. "And you, Max, are the one they want to carry that gamble. You are already a symbol, whether you accept it or not. They believe only you can lead the other geniuses into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain and bring back results strong enough to change the tide." + +Max’s brows furrowed as he listened to Lady Divine’s explanation. Her words weighed heavily on his mind, and for a long moment he said nothing. His gaze stayed fixed on the ground where the shadows of the leaders stretched long beneath the light of the torches, but his thoughts wandered far beyond the square. + +’So that’s why they locked me away... so that’s why they feared I would act rashly. To them, I’m not a person. I’m a weapon. A gamble they’re all staking their hopes on.’ He felt the pressure on him increase many times all of a sudden. The hopes of so many humans were heavy, but they only hardened his resolve to get stronger fast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1074.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1074.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b0e9655 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1074.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1068: One Month" +slug: "ch-1074" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1074 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1227 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lady Divine’s voice was calm, but the weight of her words pressed down heavily. "The reason that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is called the strongest is because there are seven lords who reside within it. They are not mere guardians or ancient remnants. They are beings from the Divine Realm itself, lords who even there are said to command power beyond comprehension. For countless generations they have slumbered in that place, waiting for the right geniuses to arrive." + +Max’s gaze shifted toward her, his eyes narrowing slightly. She continued, unshaken by his silence. "If you perform well in the trials of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, you may be chosen by one of them. To be chosen means more than receiving treasures or inheritance. It means being acknowledged, guided, and trained directly by someone who stands at the peak of the Divine Realm. Even among the immortals, their names carry weight." + +The faint glow of runes shimmered along Lady Divine’s hand as she gestured toward the distant east, where the secret domain would soon reveal itself. "Imagine what that means for us. In a war where the demons have their own ancient lords, where even the Ascendants and the Nulls carry legacies of unfathomable power, to have you or one of our geniuses taken under the wing of a Divine Lord would tilt the scales. It is the kind of opportunity that can change the fate of a world." + +She paused, her voice dropping lower, as if confiding something not meant for others to hear. "That is why we placed so much emphasis on your entry into the domain. With your talent, if you are acknowledged, the hope of our entire race will rise with you. This is not about prestige or honor. This is survival. This is why, Max, we cannot afford to lose this chance. Not now, when the balance between humans and demons is hanging by a thread." + +Max said nothing at first, but his fists tightened at his sides as he took in every word. His silence was not ignorance. It was the silence of a storm gathering within. + +Blob’s calm, measured voice slipped into Max’s mind, carrying its usual weight of certainty. "I have heard about the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain too. That place is indeed a good place for you to go right now. The treasures you might obtain and the opportunities you might get there would be beyond anything this world can offer. Even the Lotus of Clear Serenity, the one that can erase Lenavira’s curse, could be found there." + +Max’s chest tightened as those words settled inside him. His eyes flickered for a moment, recalling Lenavira’s pale face, her body trembling under the burden of the curse. The thought of freeing her, of finally lifting that weight, burned in him like a vow carved into stone. + +"I know," Max said, nodding slowly, his gaze fixed ahead. "I will do my best there." His voice carried no hesitation, no wavering. It was a quiet promise, but one forged in the same fire as his resolve to slaughter the demons and to one day end Mark’s existence. + +Lady Divine glanced at him, her sharp eyes narrowing as if she had caught a glimpse of his determination. She said nothing, but in her heart she knew that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain would not just be another trial for Max. It would be a battlefield where his path as either a savior or a calamity would be written. + +"Let’s go. I will take you to rest for now." Lady Divine said leading Max deep into the Four God Nation. Max nodded and followed behind her. + +He finally allowed himself a moment to breathe. The chaos of battles, betrayals, and revelations had weighed on him like mountains, but now with a month before the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain opened, he had time. Time to recover. Time to grow. + +Max secluded himself in a quiet palace granted to him by the Four God Nation. It was heavily guarded, its grounds lined with divine formations, and no one dared to approach without permission. Max spent most of his days in silence, but it was not rest in idleness. His body and mind were consumed by training. + +He stepped into his Dimension of Time, where one hour outside equaled one year within. A month in the real world gave him the equivalent of a thousand years inside his domain. It was within this solitude that he confronted every technique he had and pushed them to the edge of perfection. + +His Storm King’s Inheritance of Extreme Speed became sharper. His body blurred into streaks of light, each movement fast enough to tear through sound and space. His sword concepts grew heavier with intent, the Severing Sword now capable of cutting not just matter but even emotions and willpower if he poured enough of himself into it. + +But what made this month different were the gifts of the Four God Nation. Each god nation had offered him a single legacy technique, the kind they would never normally share with an outsider, but Max was no ordinary genius. They saw him as the one who could decide the war. + +From the Phoenix God Nation, he obtained the Nine Heavens Phoenix Rebirth Flame, a technique that wove together destruction and rebirth. Flames burned not only flesh but spirit, reducing enemies to ash while restoring his own vitality in the process. Max practiced until the flames became pure crimson-gold, dancing across his hands like living birds of fire. + +From the Dragon God Nation, he was entrusted with the Sky-Devouring Dragon Roar. The roar was not merely sound but a force that bent space itself, a shockwave that crushed defenses and shattered the wills of weaker opponents. In his Dimension of Time, Max roared again and again until the echoes of his voice shook even the artificial skies of his inner world. + +From the Tortoise God Nation, he learned the Heavenly Tortoise Eternal Shell, a defensive art said to withstand even divine punishment. At first, his attempts were clumsy, his aura forming only thin fragments of the shell around him. But with persistence, the shell grew thicker, more complete, until it covered him in a translucent barrier that could endure even his own sword strikes. + +From the White Tiger God Nation, he mastered the White Tiger Soul Rend Claw, a vicious technique that harnessed killing intent as a weapon. His hands became claws of pure energy, each strike leaving trails of white light that howled like tigers. In his Dimension of Time, he practiced until the claw marks themselves vibrated with soul-rending power, able to tear apart body and spirit in one motion. + +Day after day, year after year in his artificial solitude, Max cycled through these techniques, binding them to his body until they were no longer borrowed powers but extensions of himself. The flames of rebirth, the roar of dragons, the eternal shell, and the tiger’s soul-rending claws merged with his existing arsenal of lightning, sword, and spatial mastery. + +When he finally stepped out of the Dimension of Time, only a month had passed in the real world. Yet Max’s eyes carried the weight of centuries. His aura had settled into terrifying calm, like a storm hidden behind still skies. He was ready for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1075.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1075.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ad17b34 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1075.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1069: Importance to the Divine Rank" +slug: "ch-1075" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1075 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1144 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the central square of the Four God Nation, a gathering of figures stood in solemn silence. The open space was vast, lined with towering pillars carved with ancient beasts, and its floor glimmered faintly with runes etched into the stone. Yet what truly drew the eye was not the square itself but those who occupied it. + +A closer look revealed that all of them were young, their faces sharp with ambition and their auras radiating untamed potential. These were the chosen prodigies, the brightest geniuses that the Four God Nation and, indeed, the entire Middle Domain had produced. + +Each one carried themselves with the confidence of youth and the sharp edge of untested brilliance, for they had all been selected to represent their forces in the trials ahead. + +Max stood among them, his posture calm but his eyes observant, watching the others as though weighing each of their strengths. Beside him were Alice and Lyra, both of whom had grown rapidly in the past months. Alice in particular stood out with her aura. + +Through a combination of relentless cultivation, the rare resources allocated to her, and the awakening of her bloodline, her strength had already reached the peak of the Champion Rank. That alone placed her among the top talents of her generation, yet the truth remained harsh. For all her progress, she was still not ready for what awaited within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +The stories surrounding that place were whispered with equal measures of awe and dread. It was said that the minimum qualification for survival within its boundaries was the Mythic Rank. Anything less was not simply unprepared—it was courting death. Those who entered without such strength would not even understand how they died, their lives extinguished before they could comprehend the dangers they faced. The domain did not offer mercy to the unworthy. + +Worse still, the competitors they would face were not limited to the Middle Domain. From countless smaller worlds, the peak geniuses were also converging, drawn by the allure of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +And these outsiders were said to stand at the very summit of the Mythic Rank, their strength sharpened to its absolute limit, their inheritances polished by families and sects that had prepared them for this exact moment. They would not be ordinary opponents but monsters in human form, honed to claim every opportunity the secret domain had to offer. + +In truth, there would never be a genius who had already stepped into the Divine Rank and still chose to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. To do so would be considered one of the most foolish decisions imaginable. + +There was a profound reason behind this. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not simply a battlefield or a sealed ruin. It was a world forged for a singular purpose, designed to temper the finest geniuses of countless realms. + +Within its depths lay innumerable treasures, inheritances, and hidden opportunities, but among them was one that stood above all others in value. That opportunity was reserved exclusively for those who stood at the peak of the Mythic Rank, and it was said to pave the path into the Divine Rank itself. + +Because of this, nearly every prodigy, no matter how immense their talent or how close they were to a breakthrough, would deliberately suppress their strength at the peak of the Mythic Rank. Even if they felt the bottleneck was thin and could be shattered at any moment, they would hold themselves back.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +To advance prematurely would mean stepping into the Divine Rank without the blessings and tempering of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, forfeiting the very chance that could determine their future as a cultivator. + +This was no trivial choice. That opportunity within the domain was not merely a step upward; it was a foundation. It would decide not just whether a genius could reach the Divine Rank but also how far they could tread within it, how solid their footing would be, and whether they had the potential to break beyond into realms that surpassed even divinity. + +For many, this single chance was the fulcrum of their destiny. To miss it was to limit themselves forever, while to seize it was to open the possibility of standing at heights no one else could reach. + +Thus, the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain became the stage where the strongest geniuses of countless worlds gathered, all balanced at the razor’s edge of the Mythic Rank, waiting for the door to the Divine to open in front of them. It was, without question, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and every step within it could decide whether one became a legend or vanished nameless into history. + +"My strength is far too low for me to enter the secret domain," Alice said with a heavy sigh. Her eyes carried a trace of longing as she looked at the others preparing with confidence, but deep inside she knew the truth. She wanted to step into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain just as much as they did, yet she was still too young and her strength lagged behind. Compared to the others, she would only be a burden. If she forced her way inside now, her weakness would invite nothing but endless trouble. + +"You should wait until the next opening," Max said, his tone gentle as he tried to comfort her. In his heart, he did not want her to enter at all. Even if he could shield her for a time, how long could that protection last in a place where even the strongest geniuses risked death? + +For her, it would be far better to prepare patiently and use the resources available in the years ahead. When the domain opened again, she would have a real chance to seize its opportunities. Entering now at the peak of Champion Rank would be meaningless, because the treasures and trials within were all designed for those standing at the very peak of the Mythic Rank. Anything less would render her unable to claim them, leaving her only vulnerable. + +"Princess Alice, I will also remain behind this time," Lyra added, her voice carrying both reassurance and determination. "When the domain opens again, our chances will be greater." Though Lyra had already broken through into the Mythic Rank, she was still at the first level. Such strength would barely register inside the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. In a world filled with monsters standing at the very peak of the Mythic Rank, her current power would be swept aside without leaving a trace. + +Alice nodded quietly, understanding her own limits. The bitterness of staying behind lingered in her chest, but she also knew it was the wiser path. + +"Who exactly are the ones entering this time?" Max asked, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "I do not think I have heard of them, nor have I seen them before." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1076.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1076.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b65f451 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1076.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1070: Top Geniuses of the Four God Nation" +slug: "ch-1076" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1076 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lyra gave a soft smile, her expression calm and knowing. "That is not surprising," she replied. "Most of those geniuses have been in seclusion for years, hidden away from the eyes of the world. They have been training day and night with single-minded purpose, preparing for this chance. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. None of them would waste time showing themselves before the moment arrives." + +Her words drifted into the air like a quiet warning. For every young genius visible in the square, there were many more waiting unseen, sharpening themselves in silence. And when the gates of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain finally opened, they would step into the light with the ferocity of blades long kept sheathed. + +"There are basically fifteen leading geniuses, including you," Alice said, her eyes settling on Max with a mixture of pride and seriousness. + +"Fifteen?" Max repeated with a nod, committing the number to memory. + +"Oh, look," Alice said suddenly, her lips curving into a faint smile as she pointed toward the entrance of the square. "The lead geniuses of our Four God Nation are arriving now." + +Max followed her gesture and saw six new figures stepping into the square. Their presence carried a weight that immediately shifted the atmosphere, and the crowd instinctively made way for them. Among them, Alice directed his attention to a striking young woman. Her long golden hair shimmered in the light, and streaks of red ran through it like flames caught in sunlight. Her very aura radiated heat and nobility. + +"She is from my Phoenix God Nation," Alice explained with a proud tone. "Her name is Seraphina. She possesses the strongest bloodline of our generation, second only to mine, and her strength has already reached the peak of the Mythic Rank." + +Max studied Seraphina for a moment, noting the fire that seemed to burn just beneath her calm exterior. Her presence was regal, her steps measured and deliberate, as though she carried the legacy of her nation with every movement. + +Alice shifted her hand slightly, gesturing toward a young man standing nearby. His bearing was calm, his frame sturdy, and his bowl-cut hairstyle looked almost comically out of place in such a serious gathering. "From the Black Tortoise God Nation, there is Edric," she said. "He bears the most potent bloodline of this generation among the Black Tortoise." + +Max glanced at him and barely suppressed a laugh. The sheer contrast between the gravity of the situation and Edric’s hairstyle almost broke his composure. The man’s aura was steady and powerful, yet Max could not shake the absurdity of imagining a cultivator of such strength with such a haircut. + +"There are also two from the White Tiger God Nation," Alice continued, lowering her voice as her eyes lingered on a pair walking side by side. "They are twins, Chris and Christine. Their power shines brightest when they fight together. They are considered the proudest siblings of their nation." + +Max’s gaze fell upon the two. Their resemblance was striking, their features almost mirror images of each other. Both had pure white hair that gleamed like silver under the sunlight, and their movements carried a predator’s grace. Their sharp eyes gave the impression of prowling beasts, and the harmony between them was almost unsettling. + +"Lastly," Alice said, her voice steady, "are the two geniuses from the Azure Dragon God Nation. Their names are Gareth and Victor." + +Max’s attention moved to the final pair. Their figures were tall and imposing, their auras heavy with the weight of dragon blood. The faint ripple of their bloodline resonated with him, though it did not match the depth of his own. Still, their power was undeniable, and the pride in their posture told him they knew it well. + +Max nodded slightly, acknowledging what he sensed. The dragon blood that flowed through them might not rival his, but it was strong enough to make them formidable in their own right. + +"These six are only from the Four God Nation," Lyra said with a gentle smile. "The remaining eight come from the greatest forces of the Middle Domain. Each force will send one genius. They are the Great Ruler Empire, Mountain Gods Valley, Eternal Sun Guild, Absolute Sword Palace, Bright Buddha Palace, Obsidian Order, Hunter Association, and the Black Lotus Guild. These eight, together with the six from the Four God Nation, make up the fifteen leading prodigies." + +Her eyes softened slightly as she added, "From my Great Ruler Empire, the one who will lead is my eldest brother." + +Max’s gaze sharpened, surprise flickering in his expression. "Your eldest brother? You mean First Prince Adrian?" The name carried weight even on his tongue. He had heard it countless times within the Great Ruler Empire, though he had never once seen the man himself. It was said Adrian’s strength rivaled the very best of the Four God Nation’s prodigies, and his reputation stretched far across the Middle Domain. + +Lyra’s expression brightened with unmistakable pride. "Yes, it is him," she said firmly, her tone carrying both affection and confidence. + +Max nodded slowly, filing the revelation away. Yet before he could dwell further on it, he felt a sharp change in the atmosphere. His attention turned instinctively toward the entrance of the square. A new group was arriving, their steps in perfect rhythm, their presence as heavy as storm clouds. + +At their head walked a man whose aura struck Max instantly. He did not recognize the man by face, but there was no mistaking the potent bloodline running through him. It was the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, ancient and wild, radiating strength that pulsed with every step. + +The man stopped and swept his gaze across the gathered figures before lowering his head slightly. His voice transmission reached Max’s ears with clarity. "Guild Master, I am Daniel. This time, I represent the Black Lotus Guild for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. My team and I await your orders." + +Max’s expression did not shift outwardly, but his eyes glinted faintly. His reply was equally subtle, his voice flowing into Daniel’s mind. "There are no orders for now. Enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain and focus on what awaits inside." + +Daniel inclined his head in acknowledgment, the deference in his demeanor clear even to those who could not hear the exchange. He moved to stand with the other prodigies along with his team. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1077.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1077.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1336599 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1077.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1071: Victor’s Challenge" +slug: "ch-1077" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1077 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1162 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With the Black Lotus Guild’s geniuses at his back, Max felt that leading the team into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain would be manageable. He understood why they wanted him to act as their leader, and he trusted the Black Lotus Guild’s strength enough to steady his confidence, yet a thin thread of worry remained in his chest because the true unknowns would come from the geniuses of other worlds who would arrive inside the domain. + +"Are you Max?" Just as that thought passed through his mind, a voice called his name. Max turned and found Victor of the Azure Dragon God Nation standing before him, the dragon bloodline humming faintly around the man like distant thunder. Victor’s smile was calm, but his eyes were sharp and assessing. + +"I am Max," Max answered, keeping his tone even. "What do you want?" + +Victor inclined his head slightly. "That is good to hear," he said with a short laugh that held no malice. "I have spent the past fifty years in seclusion and I know little of the world, but my elders told me you are the strongest human below the Divine Rank and that you will lead us into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain." + +He paused, his gaze steady on Max. "I wish to test that claim now. I want to fight you so I can judge for myself whether your strength matches what my elders have said, because from here you appear to be only at the sixth level of the Legend Rank." + +His voice remained polite, yet every word was deliberate. "I do not seek to insult you or to look down on you. I only want the certainty that the one who leads us will be able to protect us. Our lives will depend on that certainty." + +Almost every genius in the square turned their attention toward Victor and Max, curiosity flashing in their eyes. Many of them had lived in long seclusion, their cultivation focused entirely on accumulating mana and preparing for the threshold of the Divine Rank. Because of that, they knew little of the world outside and had never even heard Max’s name. + +When word spread that the one chosen to lead them was someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank, they had questioned their elders and the leaders of their respective factions. Yet no matter how directly they asked, they were given no explanations. + +Some of the young prodigies had even nursed the desire to challenge Max themselves, if only to see whether he truly deserved the position that had been thrust upon him. But the warnings from their elders had been firm. They were told not to question Max, not to provoke him, and certainly not to test his qualifications as leader. + +Left with no answers, they had no choice but to swallow their doubts. Now, with Victor stepping forward openly, they finally had a chance to see how the mystery would unfold. + +"I understand," Max said calmly, showing no surprise at all. "How do you intend to test my strength?" His voice carried neither irritation nor hesitation, as though he had expected this very moment to come. + +Alice’s words from earlier still lingered in his mind. She had explained that nearly all of these prodigies had hidden themselves away, cultivating in silence while storing as much mana as possible for the coming breakthrough into the Divine Rank. They were isolated, cut off from the affairs of the world, and that ignorance showed in their reactions. + +To them, the notion that a leader of their expedition into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain stood at only the sixth level of the Legend Rank would sound like a cruel joke. Yet despite their disbelief, they had been clearly instructed not to raise a voice of protest. + +However, Victor was not the type of genius who would remain silent and simply observe. Among the prodigies of the Four God Nation, he had long been recognized as the most suitable candidate to lead their expedition into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +His strength was acknowledged as one of the highest, his bloodline was pure, and his leadership qualities were unmatched. For years, it had been assumed that he would be the one to carry the banner of the Four God Nation. + +Now that the position of leadership had been handed to Max, a cultivator standing only at the sixth level of the Legend Rank, Victor’s curiosity burned hotter than ever. He knew well that the elders of the Four God Nation were not reckless enough to entrust the fate of their geniuses to someone unqualified. If they had chosen Max, there had to be a reason, and Victor wanted to see it with his own eyes. + +"Take one of my fists," Victor said with a smile that carried both confidence and challenge. "If you can withstand a single strike from me without injury, I will have no objections to you leading us." + +"Very well," Max replied with a calm nod. His expression did not shift, his voice steady and composed, as though the challenge meant little to him. + +Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Max’s demeanor. Instead of arrogance, he saw only unshakable calm, and that intrigued him even more. What kind of strength did someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank possess to face a peak Mythic Rank genius without the slightest hint of unease? + +He slowly drew in a breath and clenched his right fist. Azure scales shimmered across his knuckles and crept steadily up his arm, layer by layer, until the entire limb gleamed with the power of the Azure Dragon bloodline. As the transformation spread, the very air around his fist began to quiver. The energy radiating from his arm distorted the atmosphere, creating ripples like waves upon water. + +"Azure Dragon Fist!" Victor roared, his voice reverberating through the square. With that cry, he launched his fist forward, the strike carrying the majesty of his bloodline. + +The air howled as the fist surged ahead. The oppressive pressure that accompanied it spread outward like a storm, heavy and suffocating, as though the weight of a mountain range had been hurled directly at Max. + +The strike was not only an attack of flesh and bone but also the manifestation of dragon might itself, and to the onlookers it seemed as though Victor’s fist could crush anything in its path. + +’A dragon-based fist technique?’ Max mused silently, his expression calm as the storm of energy rushed toward him. He considered his options carefully. If he were to summon the full force of his Draconic Essences, the sheer pressure alone would overwhelm Victor’s Azure Dragon Fist. + +That would reduce the strike to little more than a normal punch, humiliating Victor in front of the gathered prodigies. Max had no desire to crush his opponent’s pride so bluntly. Instead, he resolved to use another power, one that would meet Victor’s fist without belittling his effort. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1078.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1078.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..adae306 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1078.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1072: Gaining the Acknowledgement of all!" +slug: "ch-1078" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1078 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1300 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The red lightning of the Storm King’s inheritance erupted from his body, flashing outward in violent arcs that painted the square in crimson brilliance. Thunder rumbled in every corner of the space as the lightning encircled Max, making him the very heart of a raging tempest. + +He called forth Heaven’s Wraith, the inheritance’s most destructive technique, and let the lightning flow into his clenched fist. + +He planted his feet firmly on the ground, his stance unwavering, and met Victor’s charge head-on. His right arm tightened, every muscle and tendon aligning with perfect precision, and his fist shot forward to collide with the Azure Dragon Fist. + +The moment their fists connected, the world itself seemed to break. + +A deafening boom tore through the square as the force of their clash shook the heavens and the earth. The ground beneath them crumbled, exploding outward as the square was reduced to dust that could not withstand the magnitude of their power. + +One side of the battlefield became a sea of red lightning, surging violently and annihilating everything it touched. The other side shone with the azure brilliance of Victor’s dragon bloodline, devouring the world around it with scales of light. Red and azure fought for dominance, clashing in a dazzling spectacle that left the sky trembling. + +The energy storm raged violently until one figure was hurled backward, his body forced out of the blinding collision before the light began to fade. When the chaos settled and the haze cleared, all eyes turned to the one who had been pushed back. + +Victor stood several paces away, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His right arm trembled uncontrollably, the scales along it cracked and faintly glowing. Yet despite the damage, his face broke into laughter. "Good," he said, his voice loud and unshaken. "You truly have the strength to lead us. I have no complaints." He laughed once more, his tone filled not with bitterness but with admiration, and turned back to rejoin Gareth. + +Max allowed himself a small smile as he watched Victor’s reaction. He appreciated the man’s openness. Victor was not like others who clung to pride and refused to accept defeat. He acknowledged strength when he saw it, and that made him someone worthy of respect. + +"Damn, sister, this Max is frighteningly strong. He forced Victor back in a contest of pure strength," Chris muttered, his voice carrying both shock and disbelief. As one of the proud twins of the White Tiger God Nation, he knew exactly how much power Victor’s Azure Dragon Fist carried, and yet Max had pushed him back. + +"He truly is strong," Christine replied softly. A gentle smile touched her lips as her eyes lingered on Max, admiration clear in her expression. + +Chris turned toward her with a look that was half-pleading and half-accusing. "Sister, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with this Max kid already?" His tone cracked like he was on the verge of tears. + +Christine’s cheeks flushed a delicate red, and she gave a small laugh that betrayed her embarrassment. "How did you know?" she asked, though her gaze never left Max. "Isn’t he incredible? So young, yet already so strong. How could I not be impressed by someone like him?" + +Chris let out a long sigh, his shoulders sagging. "But I heard Max is already Alice’s boyfriend. How could he possibly look at you in that situation?" + +Christine flicked her hair back and gave him a playful, scolding smile. "Chris, how can you be so foolish, even though you are my twin? Do you not understand? Geniuses like Max are never satisfied with a single woman. With his strength, his charm, and his future, there will always be more. And when that happens, I will make certain I am the first among them." + +Chris could only stare at her, his mouth opening but no words coming out. He had always known his sister carried a fondness for young and powerful geniuses, but she had never shown this kind of conviction. In the past, she admired many but dismissed them just as quickly because none matched her standards. Now, however, as she gazed at Max, Chris realized she had finally found someone who stirred her heart in a way the others never had. + +"He is very strong," Seraphina of the Phoenix God Nation said at that moment, her eyes fixed on Max as she nodded in acknowledgment. Her voice was calm, yet even she could not conceal the satisfaction she felt in seeing him prove himself. She had heard of Max through Alice’s stories, but listening to second-hand accounts was entirely different from witnessing his power firsthand. The clash with Victor had left no room for doubt. Max’s strength was real, and it carried the weight of a leader. + +Gareth, one of the Azure Dragon God Nation’s prodigies, narrowed his eyes as he studied Max carefully. He could clearly sense the faint resonance of dragon blood in Max’s body, though it was not identical to his own. It felt deeper, wilder, and more primal. That unsettled him, because the Azure Dragon line prided itself on purity. + +"His bloodline is different," Gareth thought grimly, his jaw tightening. "It is stronger than ours. If I cannot surpass him, then I will forever stand in his shadow." + +Beside him, Victor, still recovering from his clash, gave a small laugh under his breath as if amused at Gareth’s expression. He had tested Max and been pushed back, but he felt no resentment. Instead, there was relief. At least their leader truly had the strength to justify the position. + +Edric of the Black Tortoise God Nation stood with his arms folded, his face calm and unreadable. The bowl-cut hairstyle that Max had found laughable earlier did nothing to lessen the steady gravity of his aura. He watched Max in silence, his eyes as deep as the ocean. Inside, however, a ripple passed through his thoughts. + +"To stop Victor with a single blow, even while only standing at the Legend Rank. He is dangerous. If his strength continues to grow at this pace, none of us will be able to match him when the time comes." For Edric, it was not admiration that filled his heart, but a sharpened wariness. + +Daniel of the Black Lotus Guild lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering with pride. Unlike the others, he already knew of Max’s true identity. To see his guild master display his power openly stirred something fierce within him.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +"With Guild Master here, none of them can threaten us," Daniel thought with conviction. His respect for Max only deepened, for now the world itself could witness the strength he had already sworn loyalty to. + +Among the crowd, murmurs spread like wildfire. Some of the lesser geniuses who had dreamed of challenging Max felt their confidence crumble. They could barely withstand Victor’s aura when he had unleashed his Azure Dragon Fist. To think that Max had faced it head-on and sent Victor back was enough to silence the doubts of all but the most prideful. + +Christine, still gazing at Max with open admiration, leaned closer to her brother. "He has already taken the acknowledgment of Victor, and now even the others cannot look at him the same way," she whispered. "This is how a true leader should be." + +Chris sighed, unable to respond. Part of him wanted to argue, but even he could not deny what he had just seen. + +The square now felt heavier, the air charged with tension and awe. Every prodigy present knew that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not a place where weakness could survive, and for the first time, they began to believe that with Max at their head, they might truly have a chance to contend against the monsters from other worlds. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1079.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1079.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d01f622 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1079.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1073: Meeting Adrian" +slug: "ch-1079" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1079 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1119 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Where are the geniuses from the overlord forces of the Middle Domain?" Max asked, his gaze fixed on Lyra as he thought of his eldest brother and the other prodigies who represented the strongest powers of the Middle Domain. + +During his brief clash with Victor, Max had released his Three Dimensional Body, spreading it across the entire arena. Yet, no matter how carefully he searched, he found no trace of the figures belonging to the most prominent geniuses from the Bright Buddha Palace, the Absolute Sword Palace, or the other forces that stood at the peak of the Middle Domain. + +"They will arrive at any moment," Lyra replied, her voice calm but certain. + +"Why are they taking so long?" Max pressed, his tone laced with curiosity. + +Lyra explained with a faint glance toward Alice. "They have already reached the Four God Nation. Right now, they should be undergoing a medicinal bath prepared by the elders of the Four God Nation. It is said that this bath can elevate both one’s combat power and innate talent to an entirely different level." + +Alice nodded in agreement, her expression steady. "That is true. However, the medicinal bath can only be taken once in a lifetime. If it is attempted again, it loses its effectiveness completely." + +Max acknowledged their words with a slight nod. He felt no desire to seek out such methods of improvement. His combat strength was already pushed to its very limits, and he doubted whether a medicinal bath would make any difference to him at all. + +With that, the geniuses settled into silence once more, their eyes drifting toward the horizon as they waited. It was said that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain would open today, though the precise moment remained a mystery. No one, not even the elders of the Four God Nation, could say with certainty when the gates would appear. + +Hours slipped away in tense anticipation until, at last, the long-awaited geniuses from the overlord forces of the Middle Domain arrived at the square. Their presence immediately drew attention, their figures radiating an aura of superiority that set them apart from the rest. + +Max’s gaze swept over them, studying each face carefully. Most of them were strangers to him, their features carrying the pride and confidence of those born to stand at the peak of the younger generation. Yet among the unfamiliar stood one face he recognized instantly. It was Kevin. + +Kevin had once been a member of the Void Soul Tower. That force, along with the Thunder Monarch Hall, had been revealed as a demon-aligned organization and was eradicated overnight in a swift, merciless strike. However, not every member had shared in the corruption of their elders. + +The Four God Nation and the Hunter Association had intervened, conducting thorough investigations into the disciples and younger members. Those who were proven innocent, who had merely joined without knowledge of the dark affiliations of their leaders, were given a second chance. + +Kevin had been one of those spared. After the destruction of the Void Soul Tower and the deaths of its elders, he was taken under the custody of the Hunter Association. Following careful evaluation, he was permitted to join another force. His new allegiance lay with the Mountain Gods Valley, one of the great powers of the Middle Domain. + +"So he chose the Mountain Gods Valley," Max thought, his eyes lingering on Kevin. The sight stirred another concern within him, a question he had yet to answer. Had Kevin found a way to deal with the parasite in his body? Max himself had not. + +During the month he had spent in the Four God Nation, he had exhausted every method Blob had suggested. He had sought out each of the hidden training grounds reserved for the Four God Nation’s geniuses, hoping that one of them might contain a clue or a remedy. Yet nothing worked. The parasite remained lodged within him, stubborn and immovable, unaffected by any attempt to expel it. + +Even infernal energy, which warped nearly everything it touched, had proven useless against it. Lady Divine had attempted to help him as well, inscribing runes of purification with her own hands. Her efforts failed. In the end, she could only offer a faint hope. Somewhere within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, there might exist methods or treasures capable of countering the parasite. + +That possibility became one of Max’s deepest worries, a shadow he could not ignore. As he stood among the gathering geniuses, his calm expression masked the gnawing weight of that concern. + +"Lyra, you are here as well." A familiar voice rang out as Adrian, the eldest prince of the Great Ruler Empire, stepped forward. Behind him stretched a long line of geniuses, each one carrying the proud bearing of the empire, their presence marked by the authority of Adrian who led them at the forefront. + +"Eldest Brother, how did it go? Did you become stronger?" Lyra asked, her eyes bright with curiosity as she studied him. + +Adrian gave a small shrug, his expression thoughtful. "I cannot say for certain. I do not feel a great change, yet I believe I have grown stronger." His gaze then shifted to Max, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You must be the infamous Max. It is good to finally meet you," he said, extending his hand. + +"The pleasure is mine," Max replied, his tone steady as he took Adrian’s hand in a firm shake. + +Adrian’s smile faded, replaced by a solemn look. "I am aware of what the Great Ruler Empire did to you. You were treated as if you were no better than a prisoner, locked away despite your strength and loyalty. I spoke to my father, pleading with him not to take such measures, but in decisions of that scale my voice carried no weight." + +His expression hardened with resolve as he added, "I offer you my apology. Yet words alone may not be enough. If that is the case, then take this as my promise: I and the forces under my command will follow your every order without question. We will place ourselves entirely at your mercy." + +Lyra’s face darkened at Adrian’s words, the weight of shame pressing heavily upon her. Even she could not escape the sting of what had been done in the name of her empire. + +"Do not think too much about it," Max said calmly, his eyes steady. "What happened is in the past. It was not your fault, so you should not carry the burden of it." + +Adrian gave a slow nod, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed his lingering unease. He could only hope that Max bore no deep resentment toward the Great Ruler Empire. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-108.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-108.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ac76b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-108.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 108: Aftermath" +slug: "ch-108" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 108 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1308 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Hubert sneered at him and everyone else. "I don’t know," he said, but the sarcastic smile on his face conveyed the opposite. + +The serious one pondered for a moment, then glanced at everyone. "We don’t know if more monsters might emerge from the crack in the void, so we should enclose this area in a dome for the time being, for better or worse." + +The other leaders nodded. It was the best they could do to counter any unforeseen situation. + +"Hehe, I’ll take my leave then," Hubert said with a smile. "I believe with our deal, I don’t need to worry about the other group." + +With those words, the members of the Monarch disappeared one by one. + +Many were unhappy with them, some even angry for causing such a catastrophe, but they remained silent. The Monarch was the strongest force in the Valora continent and the most feared. + +Ten years ago, there was no such force called Monarch. But in only ten years, a genius rose to prominence with the ambition of a dragon. He defied the rulers of the Central Region at the time, slaughtering them like pigs. + +In the end, he built his own organization, the Monarch, and within just ten years, his strength reached the peak of the Valora Continent. He declared himself the Young Monarch of the continent. + +Many feared his ways, but there were also those who worshipped him, hailing him as the greatest genius the continent had ever seen. + +--- + +Beside the Rune Tower, everyone was waiting for someone to address the tense matter at hand. + +Both Max and Veylin seemed on edge—Veylin itching to make a move on Alice, while Max was on the verge of killing Jessica. + +This caused the tension between them to escalate to an extreme level. + +However, everyone sighed in relief when a round figure made his way toward them. It was the kind one from the mercenary trio. + +"Everyone dismissed," he said loudly, turning to Max. "Let her go. The situation has been handled already." + +Max glanced at him and withdrew the purple flames into the lantern.𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +The kind one then turned to Veylin. "Take your group and leave the East Region. Otherwise, the consequences will be far worse." + +Veylin gazed at him and nodded. "Don’t worry. I don’t plan to stay in this filthy region any longer." + +But before he could leave, he turned his gaze to Max. "Between you and me… This isn’t over. I will kill you soon." + +Max smiled in response, his expression turning sinister. "You can try, but you should also be prepared to be killed. As it turns out, I’m very keen on revenge." His voice carried an edge sharp enough to cut through the tense air between them. + +Veylin glanced at him coldly and sneered. "We’ll see." With those words, he signaled his team, and they flew off into the distance, disappearing from the scene. + +The kind one from the mercenary alliance glanced at everyone. "Go back to your guilds." + +Max glanced at him before turning to Alice and Anton and walking toward them. + +"How are they?" Max asked General Gale upon reaching them. + +General Gale responded, "They should be fine, but Alice seems very weak." + +Max frowned. He didn’t know what had happened to her to bring her to this state. + +"What happened to her?" he asked. + +General Gale shook his head. "I don’t know." + +"I know what happened to her." Erica arrived with Elena and Nash before them. + +Max turned to her, asking for an explanation. + +Erica glanced at Alice, her expression turning solemn. "When the group from Monarch attacked, we didn’t stand a chance. We became desperate, so she used the World Destruction Flame Lotus here. Even though it didn’t kill them, the explosion was enough to draw everyone from the city to this area." + +She sighed and added, "However, it seems she used something else at that time… It must have been the phoenix flames Veylin talked about. Because of that, she suffered immediate backlash after her attack." + +Max frowned, glancing at Alice, his expression filled with worry. He touched her forehead and frowned even harder. "She has a high fever? She’s burning up," he said, glancing at Erica. + +"Step aside, kids." Just then, a very solemn voice sounded as a lady appeared before them. She had long red hair, and her beauty was remarkable. + +"She seems to have used her phoenix flames…" she muttered, glancing at her daughter with concern before turning to Max. "Report to me once everything here is over." With those words, she carried Alice and Anton away and flew off. + +Max sighed, watching them leave. ’It’s finally over.’ + +"Good job," Nash said, slapping him on the back. + +Max glanced at him and laughed. "You too… uh… what should I call you? Nash, Senior Nash? Adept Nash?" he asked suddenly. + +Nash laughed lightly. "Since I’m older than you… just call me Brother Nash." + +Max nodded and smiled. "Alright, Brother Nash. You also did a good job intercepting the green-haired duo." + +He turned to everyone around him and said, "It’s all thanks to everyone here that we managed to save Alice. I’m very grateful." He bowed to all the generals and others who helped Alice when he wasn’t there to protect her. + +"You don’t need to thank us, kid. We were just doing our job." + +"Yeah, we were just doing our tasks. You’re the one who saved the day." + +"You’re a true genius, kid. Not only did you save Alice, but you also stood your ground against Veylin." + +"You did a good job, kid." + +Max smiled, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the crowd, but he didn’t let it get to his head. + +"Max, a word here," the man in the mask from the Black Lotus guild called. + +Max glanced at them and walked over. + +"Who was it that wasted so much money on me?" he asked curiously. + +The man in the mask chuckled. "In our business, all our clients are confidential." + +"Such sad news," Max shrugged sadly. + +The man in the mask glanced at the lady beside him, his expression turning serious. "There are things I wish to say and ask, but I couldn’t do so." + +Max frowned, his eyes flashing. "Is it related to the matter of my black flames?" + +The man in the mask nodded. "I would like to invite you to my guild," he said, tossing a leaf burning in black flames. "If you ever decide to join our guild, this leaf will guide you to us." + +Max caught the leaf and turned to him, his expression solemn. "Why are you trusting me so much with this leaf? I could give it to my guild, and that might reveal your headquarters." + +The man in the mask grinned. "Only those who possess the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline will the leaf guide." + +Max’s eyes narrowed upon hearing the bloodline mention. ’It seems they have the same bloodline, or should I say, the skeleton from which I obtained the bloodline was part of the Black Lotus guild?’ he wondered. + +After pondering for a moment, Max put the leaf away and said, "I’m not sure if I’ll ever want to join the Black Lotus guild, but if I change my mind, I’ll come straight to your guild." + +The man in the mask nodded, glancing at the lady before turning to Max. "We should leave. Also, if you want to fully unlock the potential of the black flames and access the inheritance behind them, you’ll have to join our guild. There is no other way." + +With those words, he and the lady disappeared in a puff of black flames. At the same time, all the other members of the Black Lotus guild also disappeared with them. + +’Their way of going and coming is cool.’ Max mused, deciding to think about the inheritance matter later. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1080.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1080.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54c32f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1080.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1074: Lost" +slug: "ch-1080" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1080 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1337 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max, however, had already turned his eyes away, his face calm and unreadable. None could guess at the thoughts that stirred within him. + +During his month-long stay in the Four God Nation, he had wrestled with the question of purpose. At some point, he had lost the will to care for such matters. Why was he fighting with such desperation? For whom did he pour his strength into endless battles? What meaning did fighting for the human race hold for him? Was it worth enduring all this? + +His sister had been the only one he truly cared for, yet even she, despite knowing he was in the Middle Domain, had not come to see him. That absence weighed heavier than any battlefield. It left him questioning everything. If not for her, then for what reason was he standing here? For what purpose was he walking this path? For whose sake was he fighting? + +Even now he had no answers. He walked through his thoughts as if moving along a path swallowed by night, each step met only by the cold press of uncertainty. The ground under his feet felt indistinct and unreliable, and he could not tell whether his footfalls led him forward or deeper into a place from which there would be no return. + +The absence of a map or a sign made every choice heavier, and the weight pressed down on him until his shoulders ached. + +He had known purpose for so long that the emptiness felt foreign. Fighting had once given him direction, and hatred had once given him momentum. He had sworn to protect the human race and to wipe out demons, and he had sworn to kill Mark. Those vows had burned bright enough to push him through pain and fear. + +Now those fires had been reduced to embers that offered only a faint, unreliable glow. He asked himself what victory would buy him and whether any triumph could call his parents back or bring his sister to his side. No answer came. + +The world around him had shifted in ways he could not mend. The Valora Continent, the cause that had driven him to stand and fight, no longer existed in the same way, and the people he had wanted to protect had become shadows in his memory. + +He realized with a cold clarity that removing the monsters from the world would not stitch back the parts of his life that had been torn away. In the quiet that followed this realization, his obligations sounded hollow. + +The inability to fix what gnawed at his core made him feel smaller than he had ever felt on a battlefield. Strength meant nothing when it could not change the things he most wanted to mend.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +He became isolated not because others abandoned him but because the compass in his chest broke. He stood among allies and titans and yet felt the distance between himself and everyone else widen until it became an ocean. + +Conversation grew thin and hollow, and laughter no longer reached him. He watched people pledge fealty and counsel strategy and realized he could no longer locate his place among them. Where he once moved like a blade through the crowd, he now lingered like a ghost at the edge of a feast. + +The emptiness was not merely loss of direction. It was a loss of self. He had measured himself by the battles he chose and the people he protected. Now those measures had vanished, and the reflection he saw in still water no longer matched the memory he carried. He did not recognize the man who remained, and the unfamiliarity frightened him more than any enemy ever had. + +He stood in the square and felt utterly, painfully alone. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain might open or might not, and either outcome felt detached from his questions. He wanted answers and remedies and a reason to rise again, but none came. + +For the first time since he had begun the long, brutal search for his parents, Max felt lost in a way that was not simply physical. He felt lost inside himself. + +"For what am I doing all this for?" Max muttered unconsciously, his voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the wind. + +"What did you say?" Lyra and Alice asked at the same time, both turning sharply toward him, their eyes searching his face. + +"Nothing," Max replied after a brief pause. His tone was quiet, and without explaining further he walked away from them. His steps carried him to the edge of the square where the vastness of the world opened before his eyes. + +The Four God Nation did not rest within any of the thousand regions of the Middle Domain. It stood apart, perched upon a massive floating island that drifted like a throne above the clouds. Smaller islands surrounded it in every direction, forming a natural barrier that shimmered faintly with protective arrays. + +From the edge of the square, Max could see the endless clouds wandering aimlessly, parting and rejoining with no sense of destination, free from all burdens. + +A sudden laugh broke the stillness, loud and sharp as it rolled through the skies. "So the humans are also preparing for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain." + +In the next instant, the space above the surrounding clouds tore apart, and countless demons emerged from the rift. The air grew heavy under the pressure of their auras, the sky darkening as if it could no longer carry the weight of their presence. + +Thousands of demons revealed themselves, their wings spread wide, their eyes burning with hunger and disdain. At their head was a towering figure, a level ten Divine Rank demon whose presence alone was enough to shake the heavens. It was one of those who had escaped from the ancient seal in the Bright Buddha Palace. + +The appearance of the demons drew immediate response. The human leaders who had remained hidden until now emerged one after another, streaking into the sky to confront them. The combined authority of the Middle Domain overlords and the rulers of the Four God Nation filled the air, forming a barrier of human will that clashed against the demonic aura. + +The demon leader sneered, his voice rumbling like thunder. "Do you humans think the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain belongs only to you? That treasure trove is not the inheritance of a single race. It is the legacy of the Heavenly Lords themselves, and we demons have just as much right to it as you do." + +A human elder from the Absolute Sword Palace stepped forward, his sword intent spilling out like an endless tide. His face was cold, his tone sharp. "The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is meant for geniuses of the human race. The legacy does not belong to demons. You were sealed away for a reason, and now you dare to come forward as if you are equals?" + +The demon’s laughter boomed once more. "Sealed? We were never sealed by your strength. We were sealed by trickery, by desperate measures from your forefathers who feared the truth of our power. Now that the seals are broken, nothing will stop us from claiming what should be ours." + +Damien, the leader of the Black Tortoise God Nation raised his sword and sneered. "If you wish to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, then be prepared to fight for every step you take. The humans will not allow you to lay your hands on the inheritance so easily." + +The demon leader’s gaze swept over the gathered humans before settling on Max for a brief instant. His lips curled into a sinister smile. "Then let us see whose side fate favors. The secret domain will open soon, and when it does, blood will decide the rightful heirs." + +The air trembled as the two sides stared each other down, the space between them heavy with tension. Neither moved to strike, yet the atmosphere already carried the weight of a battle that could ignite at any moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1081.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1081.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ffdb60 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1081.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1075: Balthazar" +slug: "ch-1081" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1081 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1127 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes lingered on the gathered demons. He could not help but wonder if their true purpose in this war was really just a drop of blood. To ignite such a catastrophic conflict across worlds merely for a single drop sounded excessive, almost absurd, yet deep down he understood it could very well be the truth. + +"Aren’t there any geniuses of the human race who have stepped into the Divine Rank?" A mocking voice suddenly rang out from among the demonic host. + +The one who spoke stepped forward, his appearance deceptively youthful. His face bore the sharpness of a young man in his prime, yet Max knew at a glance that this was nothing but the mask of a creature far older. By mortal reckoning, this demon should have lived for thousands of years, perhaps even longer. + +Max’s pupils contracted as he recognized him. He recalled seeing this figure among the thousand demons released when the Bright Buddha Palace’s seal was torn apart. + +The elders of the Middle Domain and the leaders of the Four God Nation stiffened as their gazes fell on the demon. They knew the danger he represented. His aura alone told the story clearly. He stood at the fifth life-and-death cycle, a cultivator who had reached the fifth level of the Divine Rank. + +The demon smiled, his expression dripping with pride as he raised his voice for all to hear. "I am Balthazar, the strongest genius of the demon race. For more than a thousand years, I was bound in your human seal along with countless of my brethren. And now, finally, I am free." His chuckle echoed like the sound of chains breaking. + +He tilted his head, his smile widening into something cruel. "When I awoke, I thought to loosen my hands by killing a few of your human geniuses at the Divine Rank. It would have been a pleasant warm-up after so many centuries of confinement. Yet what do I find? Not a single human genius at that realm. Tsk, tsk. How pitiful. The human race is truly in decline." + +The words were not spoken loudly, but they carried across the square with the weight of poison. Every human genius felt the contempt in his tone, and even the elders clenched their fists. + +"If you seek a battle with the geniuses of the human race, then wait until they return from the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain," Alexander Draconis, leader of the Azure Dragon God Nation, responded coldly. His sneer showed his unwillingness to let Balthazar’s insult stand unchallenged. + +"Oh, I will wait," Balthazar answered, his own sneer sharper than steel. His eyes swept slowly across the gathered prodigies, lingering on Victor and the others before he gave a laugh that cut into their pride. "But I already know I will be disappointed. You humans can gather as many so-called geniuses as you wish, and yet none of you will satisfy me." + +Balthazar’s lips curled into a smile at first, but the moment his gaze landed on Max that smile faltered and a cold edge crept into his chest. He had expected roar and fury from the humans, not the unshakable calm he now faced. + +The silence in Max’s eyes carried neither arrogance nor fear, but something far more dangerous: a steady certainty that belonged to those who truly believed they would change the world. Balthazar’s mind raced as images snapped into place. ’This human is unnervingly calm; could he be the one who slew Zoltan and the twin demons?’ he thought, and the possibility made bile rise at the back of his throat. + +"You must be that Max who killed Zoltan," Balthazar said with a chuckle. "I have heard that you possess the greatest potential among your kind." + +Max regarded him without haste, his voice quiet and unflinching. "I am that Max, and my talent surpasses even the best of the demon race. The day I reach the threshold I seek will be the day you demons are wiped from this world. Until then you will live with the knowledge that that day is coming soon." + +Balthazar’s brow twitched at the threat, and his contempt sharpened into irritation. "You are arrogant," he snapped. "You should know your place." + +Max allowed a small smirk to cross his face, and that single expression was enough to stir a new, unfamiliar unease within Balthazar. + +The thought struck him like a blade: ’This human thinks like a Divine Rank genius, he has a mindset of the geniuses of the Divine Realm, and if he enters the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain and grows stronger....’ + +The more he dwelt on that prospect, the hotter the panic burned inside him. He felt the logic of his race’s old brutality flare into action. ’He must not be given time to grow,’ Balthazar decided, and his resolve snapped into movement. + +In an instant his form dissolved into black smoke that billowed and reformed into a living spear of shadow. He lunged toward Max with the speed of a falling star, the air around him tearing as if reality itself resisted his motion. The intent behind the attack was not mere killing; it was a desperate attempt to sever potential before it could blossom. + +Max’s sneer deepened as the shadow shot forward, and he made no motion to defend himself. Before Balthazar could close the distance an urgent cry cut through the square and a figure of crimson light erupted into being between them. + +The phoenix manifested in a blaze of red brilliance, wings spread wide like oceans of flame, and it struck the shadow with a thunderous impact that scattered the darkness in every direction. + +The force of the phoenix’s blow sent Balthazar tumbling back through the air until he found purchase and forced his form to stabilize among shattered stone and whirling dust. He staggered to his feet, the smoke of his body coughing off like embers, and for a heartbeat his expression was not fury but a raw, sharpened fear. + +He had not expected anyone to intervene so swiftly, and he had not expected Max to stand so calmly while danger struck. + +Max’s voice rang out clear and cold across the ruined plaza. "Wait for your doom," he said, and there was no boast in his tone, only the certainty of prophecy. "It will not be long before I reach my desired strength and exterminate you and your kind." + +Balthazar steadied himself in the air, his black smoke form curling angrily around his body like writhing serpents. His eyes burned with humiliation and rage as they fixed once more on Max. That calm human had pierced his pride far deeper than the phoenix’s blow had pierced his flesh. The unease in his chest now hardened into killing intent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1082.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1082.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b57a15c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1082.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1076: Into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain" +slug: "ch-1082" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1082 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1321 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Turning away from Max, Balthazar rose higher above the battlefield, his voice swelling with demonic energy until it echoed across the sky like thunder rolling through a storm. + +"Hear me, all of you," he roared, his command directed at the thousands of demons now gathered, their wings blotting out the light, their bodies exuding hunger after millennia of imprisonment. "The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain will soon open, and within it the geniuses of the human race will gather. If any of you encounter them inside, you are to strike without hesitation. Kill Max. Kill every human genius that dares to step before you." + +A chorus of snarls and howls answered him. The sky shook with the voices of demons who had been shackled for over ten thousand years, their hatred boiling over as his words fanned their fury into an inferno. + +"They sealed us away!" one demon shrieked, its eyes glowing scarlet. "We will tear their flesh apart!" + +"Let their prodigies choke on despair," another bellowed, its claws slicing the air. + +"Their blood will paint the domain red!" shouted a third, wings beating with enough force to split the air. + +Balthazar smiled coldly, his voice cutting through their cries once more. "Do not forget. Max is the one whose potential threatens us most. He must not be allowed to live long enough. Wherever you see him, surround him. Crush him. Break every bone in his body until he ceases to exist." + +The demons shrieked in agreement, their voices rising together in a dreadful harmony that seemed to shake even the heavens. Their laughter, vicious and unrestrained, rolled across the square as if to declare the fate of the humans already sealed. + +Max stood calmly amid the storm of hatred, his eyes steady. He did not flinch at their words, nor did he let their bloodlust disturb his composure. + +The moment the words between humans and demons faded into silence, the heavens themselves began to stir. A sudden gust swept across the floating islands, carrying with it a chill that made even the strongest of cultivators narrow their eyes. + +The calm blue expanse of the sky darkened, and the clouds that had drifted lazily moments before were now dragged into a violent swirl. The wind howled as though announcing the arrival of something ancient and unstoppable, and the atmosphere grew tense with an energy that seemed to vibrate within every bone. + +Then, high above the square, the fabric of the sky trembled. At first it was only a faint distortion, as if a ripple had passed across a still pond. Slowly, a pinprick of darkness appeared in the center of that ripple, a tiny hole that pulsed like the eye of a storm. All gazes were drawn to it, both human and demon, their voices falling away as the hole began to widen. + +The small tear expanded steadily, stretching with a sound like grinding stone, until it became a yawning rift. Around its edges, the very air fractured. Thin cracks of distorted space shot outward, spreading like jagged veins across the sky. The cracks groaned and shifted, bending the light and making the heavens themselves appear fragile. + +The hole swelled larger with every heartbeat, no longer a mere tear but a gateway. Its shape rounded, forming the unmistakable outline of a massive portal. It glowed with a pale radiance, light spilling down upon the floating islands like rays from another world. The longer it expanded, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, as if the portal’s presence was pressing down upon all who stood beneath it. + +When it finally stabilized, the gateway loomed above them in its entirety. It was vast, stretching across the heavens, its surface swirling with shifting patterns of silver and black. From within, an indescribable aura poured forth, heavy with the weight of ancient laws and filled with the promise of treasures, legacies, and dangers. + +The surrounding cracks of space continued to pulse outward, spreading far across the skies until the entire floating domain seemed to be enclosed within a web of distorted reality. + +A hush fell upon the square. Humans and demons alike stood silent, their eyes locked on the portal that now hung at the crown of the sky. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain had opened, and its gateway stood revealed for all to see. + +The instant the vast gateway stabilized in the heavens, silence blanketed the floating islands. For a moment, even the howling winds seemed to bow before the majesty of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. Then, as the portal’s pale radiance spilled across the land, reactions erupted like ripples in a storm. + +Among the humans, eyes widened with awe and excitement. Many of the younger geniuses felt their blood boil, their fists tightening as anticipation surged through them. This was the moment they had trained their entire lives for, the chance to prove themselves worthy of the Heavenly Lord’s legacy. + +Whispers of reverence broke out in hushed tones, calling the sight miraculous and unparalleled. Elders of the Middle Domain forces and the Four God Nation exchanged solemn glances, their expressions grave. They understood that within that shimmering gateway lay both boundless opportunity and unimaginable peril. Their voices carried quiet warnings, urging caution even as they knew their geniuses’ eagerness could not be contained. + +Aden’s voice rang out across the square, steady and commanding, and every face turned toward him. "Everyone, enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain," he ordered, his words carrying the weight of the realm. "The fate of this world depends on your arrival, so go." + +At his command the humans moved as one. One after another the group of geniuses streamed into the portal, and the fourteen chosen leaders guided their followers through the glowing threshold in orderly succession. The light from the gateway washed over the flying islands and left long, trembling shadows on the stone. + +Max looked at the scene with a tightness in his chest and turned to Alice. "I must go as well," he said, his voice low and solemn. "Alice, do not join the war for now and wait for my return from the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. When I come back I will lead you to slaughter every demon and null that stands in our way." + +As he said those words, he could feel the calling from the token that Hermes had given him long ago. The token of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +Alice’s fingers clenched briefly at his words and her face betrayed the worry she felt, but she gave a slow nod of assent. Max reached out and patted her head with a touch that was both gentle and firm, a single human gesture that carried more promise than any oath. + +He drew himself up, gathered his aura until it hummed like a coiled spring, and launched into the sky. For a breath he hovered beneath the portal, the domain’s radiance painting his features in pale gold, and then he plunged through the gateway into the unknown. + +On the other side, the demons reacted with a different fervor. Their ranks erupted with harsh laughter and guttural roars that shook the skies. To them, the gateway was not only a promise of opportunity but also a battlefield where they could slaughter their enemies and claim supremacy. + +Their younger prodigies licked their lips, eyes glowing with hunger and violence. Wings beat furiously against the distorted air as they howled their excitement, eager to plunge into the domain and prove their bloodline’s dominance. + +The demon leader, the level ten Divine Rank, raised his head and laughed thunderously. His voice echoed across the skies, thick with disdain. "The Heavenly Lord has opened his domain to all. Let this be the ground where humans learn the futility of hope." His words sent shivers through the demon ranks, their bloodlust igniting like wildfire. + +With that, the geniuses from the demon race too entered the portal disappearing from the world. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1083.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1083.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b856f64 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1083.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1077: Golden Crown" +slug: "ch-1083" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1083 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max and the other geniuses from Acaris landed with a sudden heaviness on a cold, white platform that stretched beneath their feet like polished stone. The surface gleamed faintly in the dim light, and the chill that rose from it bit into their boots, making the air itself feel sharper. + +Max lifted his gaze and scanned his surroundings. To his astonishment, countless other platforms floated in the vast expanse, suspended in the void like islands adrift on an endless sea. Atop each platform stood figures, their silhouettes distinct even at a distance. The air was silent, yet the weight of their presence pressed down like invisible chains. + +"Are they geniuses from the other worlds?" Max muttered, his voice low but clear enough for those nearby to hear. + +"They are indeed geniuses from other worlds," Victor replied as he walked to stand beside him. His expression was solemn, and his eyes gleamed with the weight of the knowledge he carried. "I have heard that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain connects to ten worlds in total, ours included. Every world has sent its finest talents here." + +Max nodded slightly, his eyes moving from platform to platform. The scale of it all was overwhelming. Yet one detail seized his attention above all others. Every figure standing on the platforms radiated immense strength. Whether their posture was calm or arrogant, the truth of their power was unmistakable. Each and every one of them had reached the peak of the Mythic Rank. + +Only he stood apart. + +Before the thought could settle, a startled voice rang out. It came from the platform adjacent to theirs, loud enough to echo across the entire void. "Huh? Am I seeing this correctly? How can someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank be here?" The tone was incredulous, laced with disdain. + +The words cut through the silence, and in that instant every head turned. Despite the vast distance separating the platforms, the senses of those at the Mythic Rank were sharp beyond compare. They could see across leagues as though the space between was nothing but mist, and they could hear the faintest whisper as if it were spoken at their side. + +The scrutiny fell like a storm upon Max and the group from Acaris. Faces twisted with disbelief, voices rose in astonishment, and murmurs surged across the void like crashing waves. In the blink of an eye, order dissolved into chaos. + +The arrival of a single genius below Mythic Rank had shattered the balance, and now every platform was alive with commotion, their collective focus drawn to the lone anomaly among them. + +"What the hell? It really is someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank," a voice cried out from one of the distant platforms, sharp with disbelief. "What kind of world would send such trash into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain?" + +Another voice quickly followed, this one carrying the tone of certainty. "If I am not mistaken, the platform to our left belongs to a world called Acaris. I have heard that in the past ten thousand years not a single genius from that world has managed to ascend to the Divine Realm." + +Murmurs rippled outward, growing sharper with every passing second. "That backward planet? There are hundreds of mortal worlds in the Thousand Vines Sector, and yet they chose to include one where no cultivator has broken past the Divine threshold. To waste such a fortune on them is disgraceful." + +"Indeed," another sneered. "I did not think the Heavenly Lord’s legacy would sink so low as to allow someone at the sixth level of the Legend Rank to step foot here." + +Their voices blended into a chorus of mockery, each genius from the other worlds speaking with contempt. Derision colored their words, and the laughter that followed rang across the void like the clashing of steel. + +Yet if one looked closely at the figures standing on the platform of Acaris, there was no trace of humiliation. Instead, subtle smiles played across their lips, smiles edged with irony and hidden amusement. + +They all knew the truth that the outsiders could not see. Max was not someone to be measured by the rank of his cultivation. His strength and ruthlessness had long surpassed such boundaries. + +Victor stepped closer, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with understanding. "They seem to be underestimating you quite a lot," he said, his voice carrying the faint edge of a tease. + +Max’s expression remained calm as he lifted his gaze toward the sneering figures on the surrounding platforms. His shoulders relaxed, and his reply came with a shrug that carried neither anger nor interest. "Good for them, I suppose." + +Just then Max’s body began to radiate with a soft golden light. It spread slowly at first, as if drawn from deep within his core, and then swelled brighter until his entire figure seemed to glow with an otherworldly brilliance. + +Before he could even process what was happening, a small golden crown materialized above his head. It floated just above him, shining so brightly that even the distant platforms could see its dazzling glow. + +"What is this?" Max muttered to himself, his voice filled with curiosity. He reached up and touched the crown lightly, half-expecting it to resist his touch or lash out with hidden malice. + +Yet he felt nothing hostile within it. Instead, a wave of calmness washed over him, soothing his spirit and steadying his thoughts as though the crown itself was a source of serenity. + +The sight left those around him utterly stunned. Victor, Adrian, Seraphina, Edric, the twins Chris and Christine, and even Gareth stared with wide eyes, their expressions frozen in disbelief. Their mouths hung open as if words refused to form. The brilliance of the crown was undeniable, and its significance was something none of them could ignore. + +"This is incredible," Victor exclaimed, his voice breaking the silence. Then he laughed aloud, the sound rich with triumph. "Good. At last, our world has finally produced a genius who has called forth the golden crown. This will increase our chances within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. The opportunities waiting for us have just grown, though so have the dangers." His face lit with pride as he watched Max, his tone carrying both excitement and caution. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1084.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1084.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c10050b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1084.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1078: Importance of Golden Crown" +slug: "ch-1084" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1084 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1186 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Christine’s face flushed as her eyes sparkled like starlight. She clasped her hands together, unable to contain her joy. "I knew it! I knew it!" she cried, her laughter ringing like silver bells. "He is the one I have fallen for without a doubt. The golden crown proves it." + +Chris, standing beside her, was left speechless. His eyes remained fixed on Max, and though shock clouded his features, not a single word escaped his lips. + +"How could this be possible?" Gareth muttered bitterly. His voice trembled as he struggled against the disbelief that gnawed at him. His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to reject what his eyes were showing him, yet the golden glow left no room for denial. + +Edric felt his chest tighten, his pride burning like a wound. He clenched his fists until they shook, his knuckles white. The inferiority he felt in that moment was undeniable. Compared to Max, his strength seemed hollow, and the crown’s presence drove that truth deeper into his bones. + +Max, however, remained calm. He lifted his eyes and looked across the void, observing the other platforms. To his surprise, he saw that similar crowns had appeared above the heads of one chosen genius from each of the nine other worlds. They all glowed with the same bright golden light, illuminating the vast space. + +The realization settled heavily on him. He was not alone in being chosen. The crowns were marks of something greater, symbols that tied together ten worlds within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +Just then a holographic figure shimmered into existence before all the gathered geniuses. The light solidified into the image of a man, tall and composed, dressed in a classic black suit with a crisp white shirt beneath. His presence was calm yet commanding, and even though he was but a projection, the air seemed to grow heavier with his arrival. + +"Everyone knows the importance of the crown," the figure began, his voice steady and resonant, carrying easily across every platform. "But I will still say it again. The golden crown appears only upon the heads of the geniuses whose talent and strength surpass all others from their world. It is a mark that cannot be faked, and the benefits of this crown are without limit." + +His eyes swept across the gathered figures as he continued. "Within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain there exist countless trials and opportunities, each one unique, each one designed to test every fiber of your being. The ones who bear the golden crown will find themselves favored by these trials, as if the domain itself acknowledges them. This is the chance of a lifetime for the chosen, a path that will decide whether you rise beyond your peers or vanish into obscurity." + +The figure straightened slightly, his tone carrying a new weight. "You who wear the golden crown are already half accepted as disciples of us seven old men. Your trials within this domain will determine if you are worthy to truly become disciples of one of us. Your every step from here on is both a test and an opportunity." + +When he finished, his image flickered once more. "Now, go through the portal before you. It will carry you into the depths of the secret domain. Your journey begins there." With those final words, the holographic figure dissolved into fading motes of light, leaving only silence in his wake. + +The silence that followed was heavy and absolute. Every gaze turned toward Max, and this time there were no sneers or mocking smiles. No one dared to scoff at the golden crown above his head. The crown’s radiance had silenced all doubts. + +Every genius present knew the truth. The crown had never been wrong. In the long history of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, no genius chosen by it had ever turned out to be a weakling. Every bearer of the crown had proven themselves to be at the peak of their generation, unmatched in their world. + +The understanding settled into the hearts of all who looked at Max: if the crown had chosen him, then his strength and talent were beyond question. + +Max could feel the tension in the air, the weight of countless gazes pressing down on him, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he turned to face the portal shimmering before them and then shifted his eyes back to the group of geniuses from his world. His expression was solemn, his tone steady and commanding. + +"I trust all of you carry the contact runes Lady Divine gave you," he began. "Use them. Remember, the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is a place overflowing with opportunities, but every opportunity is paired with danger of equal measure. Do not forget that. Some of you may even face death in the pursuit of these trials, and so I will say this only once. If you are not confident about something, do not attempt it. Look elsewhere for other opportunities. Our home world is at war, and we cannot afford to lose lives recklessly here." + +He paused, letting the words settle over them before continuing. "As for the geniuses from the other worlds, conflict with them is inevitable. If you encounter them and find yourself in danger, use the contact runes without hesitation. The runes are designed to alert the nearest ally around you, so help will come. Do not waste time thinking you are alone when you are not." + +His eyes swept across the group, his gaze hard but not unkind. "This is all I can tell you. Anything more would not change what lies ahead. Enter the secret domain and seek the opportunities that suit you best. One last thing—when you pass through the portal, there is a chance you will be separated. If that happens, use the contact runes to regroup. Move in small groups. It will increase both your chances of survival and your chances of gaining what the domain has to offer." + +He drew a deep breath, his voice rising so that it reached all of them with finality. "Now, go and enter." + +The geniuses nodded solemnly, their faces set with determination. One by one, they stepped into the glowing portal, their figures vanishing as the light swallowed them. + +Christine lingered for a moment, her cheeks flushed as she smiled shyly. "All the best, Max," she said softly, almost flustered, before hurrying into the portal. + +Max gave her a small smile in return, though he did not dwell on it. + +Chris followed soon after, but not without a sharp glare in Max’s direction. He entered the portal without another word. + +The other top geniuses trailed in, their movements filled with the gravity of what awaited them on the other side. Soon the last of them had stepped through, leaving only Max behind. He cast one final look at the empty platform, his expression unreadable, before he, too, soared into the portal and disappeared into its light. + +In the next moment, the platform stood silent and empty, awaiting the trials of the next generation that would one day stand upon it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1085.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1085.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4035c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1085.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1079: Centipedes" +slug: "ch-1085" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1085 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1165 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood alone in the midst of the deep violet wasteland. The land stretched endlessly around him, barren and lifeless, with nothing but brittle, dried trees clawing at the horizon and scattered bones lying half-buried in the dust. The air itself carried a faint metallic tang, as though the land had once been drenched in blood and never recovered. + +"There is nothing here," he muttered, his voice quiet as his eyes swept across every direction. Even with the perception granted by his Three Dimensional Body, his senses revealed nothing but desolation. No life stirred, no structures broke the monotony, only the oppressive silence of a land long forgotten. + +After a moment’s thought, Max began to walk, choosing a direction at random. The sound of his steps echoed faintly against the hardened soil, each one a dull thud in the empty world. He kept moving, time slipping away without notice, until hours had passed in unbroken silence. + +Then, without warning, his body stiffened. His stride faltered, and a deep frown spread across his face. A strange heaviness had begun to settle on him. + +"The weight on me is increasing the further I go," Max thought grimly. He tested another step, and the sensation grew clearer. "Something is affecting this land. It could be gravity, or it might be pressure bearing down on me." He could not be certain of the cause, but the effect was undeniable. With each pace, the energy required to move forward grew heavier, as though the air itself was conspiring to drag him down into the violet earth. + +Still, he pressed on, his mind sharpening with the awareness that something lay ahead. + +Whoosh! + +The ground quivered with sudden force, and Max’s eyes snapped forward. From the distance, an enormous shape burst into view. A centipede, so massive its body rivaled the size of a skyscraper, tore its way across the wasteland. + +Max stood still, his eyes narrowing as the ground ahead of him shook with each thunderous movement. The enormous centipede tore through the dried earth, its body surging in and out of the ground like a serpent of steel. + +Segments of its thick, chitinous armor glistened under the dim light, each plate ridged and black, sharper than stone and harder than metal. Its countless legs stabbed into the soil with terrifying rhythm, leaving the ground fractured and trembling in its wake. + +"A centipede?" Max muttered, his voice calm despite the looming threat. He drew his sword, its blade glimmering faintly as the energy of the Severing Sword Concept rose from it. Threads of sharp intent coiled around the edge, humming with lethal precision. The light of the third level of comprehension danced across the steel, ready to slice through anything that stood in his path. + +As the creature lunged, its massive mandibles opening with a screech that echoed across the wasteland, Max stepped forward and slashed. His strike carried the weight of his concept, the sword aura extending outward in a brilliant arc of destructive light. The slash cut through the air like a judgment, aimed straight at the centipede’s head. + +The sound of impact rang out, loud and harsh. Sparks erupted where the blade met the creature’s armored hide. To Max’s surprise, the slash did not pierce through as cleanly as he had expected. Instead, the blade was deflected, the energy of his strike scattering across the surface of the centipede’s body. The thick armor plates absorbed the force, leaving only a shallow scratch across the blackened skin. + +Max’s eyes narrowed further. "My attacks are useless?" + +The massive centipede lunged toward him again, its armored body shuddering with every motion. Max swung his sword in response, his blade coated with the power of the third level of the Concept of Severing Sword. + +The arc of energy lashed out, bright and sharp, cutting across the beast’s chitinous body. Sparks burst upon impact, but once again the strike was deflected by the thick plates of its natural armor. The attack left no mark, the defense far too durable to be broken so easily. + +"The exoskeleton of this centipede are too strong!" Max muttered in shock as he retreated back flashing with blue lightning from time to time. + +But then.... + +The earth groaned beneath his feet. Cracks splintered across the wasteland, and suddenly the ground erupted in multiple places. One after another, colossal centipedes surged upward, their grotesque bodies splitting through the hardened soil as they swarmed the area. + +They came from every direction, countless in number, their screeches echoing in the desolate expanse. The air vibrated with the weight of their collective movements, and the wasteland became a writhing battlefield of armored monstrosities. + +Max braced himself as the swarm closed in. He struck again and again, his sword flashing with the Severing Sword Concept, each slash aimed with precision. Yet the results remained the same. The centipedes’ thick skin turned aside his attacks with ease. His strikes left shallow streaks of light across their shells, but the armor held firm, mocking the sharpness of his blade. + +Suddenly, the ground beneath him shuddered violently, and a centipede burst out from directly below, its mandibles wide open to devour him whole. Max’s Three Dimensional Body flared into action, his senses piercing through the ground to reveal the attack an instant before it struck. + +He pivoted, raising his sword, and this time unleashed not just the raw concept but the second form of his Sky Shattering Sword Art—Heaven Severing Sword. + +The slash tore through the air with far greater force than his earlier strikes, the intent of severing condensed into a razor edge. His blade struck the centipede’s armored body with explosive power. + +The impact rang out like thunder, and for the first time, his sword carved a shallow wound into the beast. A spray of green blood burst forth, dripping onto the violet earth, its foul stench burning the air. Yet even then, the wound was only a scratch. The creature recoiled, screeching in pain, but it did not fall. + +The other centipedes shrieked in response, their monstrous bodies surging toward him in relentless waves. Mandibles snapped like blades, legs stabbed like spears, and armored tails swung with crushing force. + +Max’s figure moved like a shadow among them with his blue lightning flashing around his body, his sword slashing out in desperate counters, each blow aimed to deflect or push back their assaults. He twisted and spun, narrowly avoiding their strikes, his body weaving through the chaos with practiced precision. Every dodge was razor-thin, every counterattack born of instinct honed by countless battles. + +Still, no matter how many times he struck, their thick hides refused to yield beyond shallow cuts and dripping streaks of green blood. + +The wasteland shook as the swarm pressed harder, their screeches echoing in his ears. Max felt the weight of their numbers pressing down on him like an endless tide. He could not kill them, not with his current strength. The realization hit him as sharply as any blade. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1086.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1086.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12a5470 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1086.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1080: Fate Compass" +slug: "ch-1086" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1086 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1159 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Looking around with his Three Dimensional Body, he was horrified to find like hundreds such centipedes coming more towards him. + +"Damn, I can’t handle that many of them at the same time." He was already having a hard time battling ten of them. He would be waiting for his death if he went ahead to battle a hundred of them more. + +Gritting his teeth, Max activated his invisibility skill. His figure shimmered faintly before vanishing completely, his form erased from sight as invisibility enveloped him. The centipedes thrashed wildly, stabbing into the ground and tearing apart dried trees in their frenzy, searching for the prey that had suddenly disappeared. + +Max stood utterly still, invisible within the chaos, his breathing shallow and controlled. + +Only then did the wasteland fall into an uneasy rhythm of sound—the endless screeches of centipedes hunting blindly for a target they could no longer see, and the faint hum of his suppressed aura as Max hid among them, waiting for his chance to escape their relentless swarm. + +’So many centipedes, and each one carries the strength of a Divine Rank...’ Max thought, his expression hardening as he watched their colossal bodies writhe across the violet wasteland. Their countless armored legs dug into the earth, their screeches rattled the sky, and their relentless movements shook the very ground beneath him. His face remained solemn as he measured the scale of what stood before him. + +The difficulty of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain revealed itself to him with ruthless clarity. This was not a place where ordinary prodigies could survive. The centipedes’ defenses alone were beyond anything most geniuses could hope to pierce, and their strength matched that of fully grown Divine Rank experts. To be surrounded by so many of them at once was akin to standing in the middle of a battlefield filled with living calamities. + +A flicker of worry passed through his mind as he thought of the geniuses from his world. If any of them had been thrown into this trial instead of him, they would have stood no chance. The swarm would have crushed them in moments, their bodies torn apart before they could even muster a proper defense. + +At best, they would have been left broken and gravely wounded, unable to take even a single step further into the secret domain. + +’This place is as dangerous as the opportunities one could get here.’ Max thought calmly. + +The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was indeed what the legends had proclaimed. It was a place brimming with unimaginable opportunities, but the dangers it concealed were of the same magnitude. Every treasure was guarded by death, every chance to rise balanced against the risk of annihilation. + +’One mistake here,’ Max thought coldly, his eyes narrowing as the centipedes searched the ground around him, ’and they will surely die.’ + +The truth of it settled heavily in his chest. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was no sanctuary for growth. It was a crucible, designed to strip away the unworthy and devour the careless without hesitation. + +’Huh? A group is approaching from that direction.’ Max instantly suppressed every trace of his aura, his breathing falling silent as he stood perfectly still among the withered trees and broken stones. His body blended into the wasteland like a shadow, his presence erased as though he had never been there at all. + +Moments later, figures came into view. At their lead walked a young woman with striking bright blue hair that gleamed faintly even under the dim violet light of the wasteland. Beside her strode a young man dressed in vivid red robes, his movements sharp but deferential, the air around him clearly indicating that he was not the one in command. Behind the pair followed five more figures, each one keeping close and careful, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily. + +Max’s gaze fixed on the young woman. She moved with calm precision, her expression thoughtful as she held a compass-like object in one hand. + +Every few steps, she stopped and raised the instrument, its needle spinning before settling in a single direction. Each time it pointed, she glanced around cautiously, then chose her path without hesitation. The group followed her lead with absolute obedience, never questioning her judgment. + +’That compass... could it be guiding her to the trial of this region?’ Max wondered silently, his eyes narrowing as interest flickered in his mind. He kept his distance, careful to make no sound, as he quietly trailed them from the cover of the wasteland. + +The young man in red robes walked half a step behind the blue-haired woman. His demeanor was serious, his attention fixed entirely on her. Every word she spoke was received with complete respect, and he obeyed each command without a hint of resistance. His loyalty was obvious, his role clearly that of her closest subordinate. + +The three geniuses following at the rear moved in tight formation, their posture sharp but their presence subdued. They too served as subordinates, yet their status was far lower than that of the young man in red. + +They carried themselves with discipline, but the way they lowered their heads slightly in her presence made it clear that the blue-haired young woman was not merely their leader but someone of far higher standing. + +Max continued to watch in silence, his curiosity sharpening as he assessed them. ’Let’s see where they lead me.’ He decided to follow them and see if they led him to anywhere good. + +"Young Miss, are we heading in the right direction? We have been walking for hours now and there is still no sign of anything at all," Evan asked, his voice tinged with concern. He was the young man in red cloth, his eyes narrowing as he glanced warily at the wasteland stretching endlessly around them. + +"Do not worry too much," the young woman with bright blue hair replied in a calm tone. Her name was Nina, and her expression carried neither doubt nor hesitation. "I am certain we are heading in the correct direction. You should know that this is my Fate Compass, and a Fate Compass always leads its bearer to the place where they are meant to be." She lifted the instrument slightly as she spoke, its needle glowing faintly as it shifted and then steadied in a single direction. + +Evan exhaled slowly, his worried expression softening as her words sank in. His face returned to calm, the lines of tension easing from his brow. Though he appeared older than Nina, his respect for her guidance was absolute, and he chose not to question her again. + +’Fate Compass?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing from the shadows where he observed them. ’What is that thing supposed to be?’ The curiosity gnawed at him, the name alone suggesting it was no ordinary artifact. If it truly guided her to where she was destined to be, then following her could very well reveal the secret trial of this wasteland. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1087.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1087.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..79da2a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1087.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1081: Following the group" +slug: "ch-1087" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1087 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1142 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max had been following the group for hours, his steps soundless as he moved behind them at a careful distance. Yet no matter how far they traveled, the wasteland showed no sign of ending. The violet ground stretched endlessly in every direction, broken only by withered trees and bleached bones. It felt like an infinite stretch of desolation. + +’It is fortunate that the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain has no time limit,’ Max thought, his eyes steady as he continued to trail them. ’I can take my time here without needing to rush. The trial will reveal itself sooner or later.’ + +Hours turned into a full day. Nothing appeared to them—no ruins, no treasures, no trials—only the same barren wasteland. But as time passed, one change became undeniable. The pressure pressing down on their bodies grew heavier with each step. + +It was no longer subtle. Now it felt as if tons of weight had been strapped to their shoulders, dragging at their limbs and slowing their pace. Every breath came harder, and every movement demanded greater effort. + +The geniuses in Nina’s group were visibly strained. Their steps faltered, and their faces tightened with discomfort. At last, one of them spoke, a young woman whose voice cracked under the burden. "What is this? Why does the weight keep increasing the further we go?" she asked as she turned to another member of the group. + +Her companion ignored the question, his expression hard as he kept walking. "Do not think too much about it," he said firmly. "Just know that we are heading in the right direction." + +The young woman sighed, frustration flickering across her face, but in the end she nodded and pushed forward, her body trembling under the pressure. + +Then, without warning, the ground trembled. Cracks split across the violet soil as a gigantic centipede erupted from below, its armored body glinting under the dim light. Its countless legs scraped against the earth with a sharp, piercing sound as it slithered toward them with terrifying speed. + +"A centipede!" Nina’s team immediately cried out in alarm, their faces paling at the sight of the monster bearing down on them. + +"Behind me, everyone!" Evan shouted, his voice sharp with authority as he leaped to the front. Mana burst from his body in an overwhelming surge of water energy. Waves poured out from him in torrents, encircling the group as they formed into a semi-hollow sphere of water that anchored itself firmly to the ground. The translucent barrier shimmered with rippling light, the liquid surface shifting with power as it shielded them from the creature’s approach. + +Almost instantly, sharp blades of water condensed within the barrier and shot forward in rapid succession. They tore through the air, aiming directly at the centipede’s charging body. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +The water swords struck the centipede’s armor with explosive force. Sparks flew on impact, echoing like thunder across the wasteland as each strike slammed against the creature’s thick, chitinous skin. But the centipede continued its charge, its screech cutting through the air as its massive body pressed closer, undeterred by the assault. + +Max observed silently from the shadows, his expression calm but his eyes sharp, watching to see how this group would fare against the monstrous beast. + +"Tch. The skin of the centipede is too tough to be pierced by my attacks," Evan said at last, his voice edged with bitterness and frustration. + +Nina’s expression turned solemn as she looked down at the beast. "Step aside. I will burn this insect with my flames." Her voice was firm, her blue eyes hardening as she prepared herself. + +Evan snapped his head toward her, his face grim. "Young Miss, you must not use your flames!" he said urgently, his voice carrying a heavy weight of warning. "Please, do not do anything that will risk your life." + +Nina bit her lip, her expression torn. She knew the cost of using her flames, what it would mean if she unleashed them here. Yet if she held back, the group would remain trapped, unable to harm the beast that threatened to devour them all. + +"Leave it to me," Evan said with a faint smile, forcing steadiness into his voice. He clenched his fists, and the water sphere surrounding them swirled with renewed strength, rising higher as it narrowly dodged the snapping maw of the centipede below. + +Following that, Evan’s body glowed with waves of water aura as the semi-hollow sphere that shielded the group condensed into a full sphere. The liquid barrier thickened and sealed completely, lifting them gently from the ground until they floated in the air. + +The centipede once again lunged forward, its maw snapping with sharp mandibles large enough to crush boulders, but the sphere rose out of its reach. The beast slammed its head into the ground, sending cracks racing through the violet soil, yet the water barrier remained intact, holding firm as it hovered above. + +"Hold on," Evan said, his voice steady though his eyes burned with focus. The surface of the sphere rippled, and from its flowing currents countless blades of water began to form. They launched outward in rapid succession, streaks of sharpened liquid energy that rained down upon the centipede’s armored body. + +The blades struck one after another, exploding against the chitin with wet impacts. Droplets scattered in every direction, the sound of splashing water filling the wasteland as Evan’s attacks pressed on without pause. + +But the creature’s defense was unyielding. Each strike landed with precision, yet the centipede’s thick black armor absorbed the blows without even a scratch. The water swords shattered uselessly against its hide, breaking into mist that hung in the heavy air. The centipede screeched in irritation but pressed forward, its countless legs carrying it swiftly as it twisted its body upward to reach them. + +"Then take this!" Evan growled, determination flaring in his eyes. He raised his hands, and the sphere pulsed with raw energy. A massive wave of compressed water surged outward, shaped into a spiraling drill that roared toward the centipede’s head. + +The impact struck with thunderous force, drilling into the plates of its armor. + +For a moment, the sphere of energy vibrated violently as if it might pierce through. But with a sudden screech, the centipede swung its head aside, the water drill scattering into countless droplets that splashed back against the wasteland. Not even a dent was left on its armored skin. + +Evan clenched his jaw, sweat running down his brow. He didn’t hesitate and immediately wove a second attack. Streams of water condensed into a massive blade the size of a building. + +With a furious shout, he slashed it downward. The glowing water blade cut through the air and collided with the centipede’s back, bursting in an explosion of foam and mist. But once again, the armor remained unharmed, the water dispersing harmlessly across its surface. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1088.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1088.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fccd0df --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1088.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1082: Max intervenes" +slug: "ch-1088" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1088 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Still nothing," Evan muttered, his face darkening with frustration. He gathered his remaining strength and raised his hand once more. + +The water sphere pulsed and condensed into hundreds of smaller projectiles, each glowing with compressed mana. With a shout, he released them in a storm of piercing spears that rained down in a furious barrage. + +They hammered against the centipede from every angle, filling the wasteland with violent splashes as they struck. Yet when the mist cleared, the monstrous creature’s armor was still intact. At most, faint scratches gleamed under the dim light, nothing more. + +Just then tens of more centipedes crawl out of the ground lung towards the water sphere protecting Nina’s group. + +Evan’s face darkened as more of the monstrous centipedes erupted from the violet ground, their shrill screeches cutting through the wasteland. Nina’s expression mirrored his own, her blue eyes narrowing as she realized the scale of what they were facing. + +The air was filled with the thunderous rhythm of countless armored legs stabbing into the soil, each creature larger and more menacing than the last. + +They exchanged a glance, and in that single look both understood the truth. They could not win against this swarm. Their attacks were useless, their strength meaningless before creatures of such overwhelming defense and numbers. Survival became the only goal. + +"This is bad. This is very bad." Evan muttered his expression dark. + +"We can only run here. The defense of these centipedes are too strong. Unless I use my flames we can only run here." Nina said solemnly. + +"Then we can only run." Evan said without any hesitation. He refused to let Nina use her flames knowing the dangerous affect it had on her. + +He clenched his teeth and pressed his palms forward, his mana surging through the sphere of water surrounding them. The liquid barrier responded instantly, spinning with controlled precision as he maneuvered it away from the snapping mandibles of the nearest centipede. + +The sphere weaved between their colossal bodies, twisting and darting as the monsters lunged from every direction.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +The centipedes slammed their armored heads against the sphere again and again, each impact echoing like a drumbeat. Mandibles clashed against the shield, but Evan’s control was masterful. He guided the sphere upward to avoid one, then to the side to slip past another, narrowly dodging the storm of strikes. + +The group inside swayed with every sharp movement, the pressure crushing down on them as they struggled to hold steady within the spinning cocoon of water. + +But the number of centipedes only grew. The ground split in more places, and the swarm thickened, surrounding them in an unbreakable wall of armored bodies. The sky above was filled with writhing segments as the monsters climbed over each other, their screeches a constant assault on the senses. + +"There are too many!" Evan’s mana strained as he pushed the sphere to dodge again and again. His movements were sharp and desperate, weaving the barrier like a dancer on the edge of a blade. + +But no matter how fast he moved, there was too much to evade. His breathing quickened, sweat pouring down his face as he forced the sphere to slip between two snapping maws. + +Then it happened. A massive centipede erupted from the ground directly below them, its head thrusting upward with terrifying speed. Its timing was perfect, cutting off their escape route. Evan’s eyes widened as he realized he had no room left to maneuver. He was already shifting the sphere to dodge the assaults of the others, and this new attack came too quickly. + +The shadow of the centipede’s open maw fell across them, and for the first time, Evan’s confidence faltered. He could not dodge this one. + +"Do not worry, I will handle it," Nina said firmly, her expression unwavering as her body began to glow with white flames. The light radiated from her in soft waves, wrapping her figure in a brilliance that seemed to burn with purity. + +"No! Young Miss, you must not!" Evan shouted, his voice breaking with urgency. He reached forward as if to stop her, but in that instant, the air split apart. Out of nowhere, a black flaming sword streaked down like a falling star. It struck the water sphere that surrounded them with explosive force. + +The impact was so powerful that the entire sphere was flung violently through the air, smashing its way past the centipedes that swarmed around them. Their screeches filled the wasteland as the horde scattered briefly, unable to resist the force of the attack. The sphere tumbled and spun, the barrier rippling dangerously, before Evan managed to steady his control. + +He clenched his jaw, forcing the water to flow back into order, and the sphere descended in a controlled arc. It landed on the violet ground with a heavy splash, its liquid surface pulsing as Evan anchored it firmly. Inside, the group staggered to their feet, their breathing ragged. + +When they looked ahead, they realized they were now far from the encircling horde of centipedes. The swarm still raged in the distance, but the immediate danger had passed. Relief washed across their faces, tension loosening slightly from their shoulders. + +Evan, however, narrowed his eyes and raised his voice. "Who is it? Please, show yourself." His voice was cautious, edged with suspicion. + +"It was me." + +A calm voice answered, and Max stepped forward from the shadows of the wasteland. His figure appeared clear and steady, and the moment he arrived, the golden crown above his head blazed to life. Its radiant glow illuminated the area, so bright that the water sphere itself shimmered with reflections of gold. + +Evan’s heart tightened, and his body stiffened immediately. His face turned grim as his gaze locked onto the crown. To encounter a peak genius chosen by the golden crown in such a place was not something he could take lightly. The crown signified unmatched talent and terrifying strength. + +"What do you want? Why did you help us?" Evan demanded, his voice sharp, though his mind was filled with unease. One thought pressed against his reason: if Max had been nearby, how had they not noticed the glow of the crown? Its light should have been visible from miles away. + +Max’s reply was calm and direct. He raised his hand and pointed toward Nina. "Her. She is heading toward the trial site and so I will be joining you guys." + +Nina blinked, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at him. For a moment she felt a strange sensation stir within her chest, something she could not place. After a pause, she turned to Evan, her voice quiet but decisive. "Let him join us. We do not have a choice here." + +Evan’s lips pressed into a thin line. His instincts told him to reject the idea. If he had the strength to battle the centipedes alone, he would have refused without hesitation. Teaming up with a golden-crowned genius could only bring complications. Yet the memory of their struggle against the centipedes was still fresh, and the truth was undeniable. They needed help. + +With a heavy breath, he nodded solemnly. "Very well," he said at last. "For now, we will move together." + +His eyes, however, remained fixed on Max with unspoken caution, even as the road ahead stretched endlessly and the threat of the centipedes lingered like a shadow over them all. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1089.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1089.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..77f9ec0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1089.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1083: Evan and Nina’s caution" +slug: "ch-1089" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1089 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1176 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Good," Max said after seeing that they accepted him into their group without hesitation. He had expected arguments, suspicion, or even outright refusal, but none of that came. Their quick acceptance left him more surprised than he cared to admit. + +’I suppose the terror of the golden crown is enough to make most geniuses wary of me,’ Max thought quietly, his eyes calm even as the crown above his head continued to glow faintly. + +"Let us move on then," Max said aloud, his voice even. + +Evan turned his head toward Nina, his expression questioning. When she gave a silent nod of agreement, he followed without another word. The group began to move once more, now with Max walking among them. Nina took the lead again, her Fate Compass in hand as its faint glow guided their path forward into the vast violet wasteland. + +Evan’s demeanor, however, remained guarded. Though he did not speak, his eyes flicked toward Max again and again, sharp and cautious, as though expecting an attack at any moment. His body remained tense, his aura ready to respond instantly if Max made any move. For his part, Max paid the attention no mind. He ignored Evan’s mistrust and walked with quiet steps, his expression unchanged. + +The silence of their journey soon grew heavy. No words passed between them, the stillness broken only by the sound of their feet pressing into the violet earth and the distant crack of thunder rolling through the strange sky. + +It was clear that Nina’s group had not suddenly begun to trust Max. They had only allowed him to join because their paths aligned and because his presence meant another shield between them and the monstrous threats of the wasteland. + +As they pressed deeper, the dangers of the land revealed themselves again and again. A violet scorpion emerged from a fissure in the ground, its stinger dripping with venom that sizzled when it struck the soil. Packs of poisoned wolves prowled in the distance before lunging with snarls, their fangs gleaming green under the light. + +At one point, lightning bats burst from the broken trees above, their wings sparking with electricity as they screeched. And beyond those, many other creatures appeared, each one radiating the unmistakable strength of the Mythic Rank. + +Each time, the group fought fiercely. Evan unleashed torrents of water to drown their enemies, his techniques weaving defense and offense seamlessly. Nina’s presence burned with restrained power, her commands sharp and clear as her companions followed without hesitation. The three geniuses behind them also played their parts, striking with enough force to wear down their foes under coordinated attacks. + +The battles were fierce but controlled, and though the monsters were strong, the group defeated them without suffering any serious injuries. + +Through it all, Max never moved to lift his sword. He walked with them in silence, watching their strength unfold before him, his golden crown glowing faintly above his head like a silent reminder of the difference between them. The monsters fell one after another, but none by his hand. He had no need to act, not yet. + +While they continued their march through the violet wasteland, Max’s sharp eyes never stopped observing. He studied the flow of mana when Evan shaped his water techniques, the movements of Nina when she guided her subordinates, and even the smaller strikes of the three geniuses at the back. It did not take long for him to notice something curious. + +Their methods of channeling power, their way of summoning skills, and even the subtle fluctuations in their bodies were no different from the humans on his own planet. + +’Is it because every being is bound to the system?’ Max wondered, his thoughts narrowing as he considered the possibility. The more he compared their techniques to what he had seen before, the more the similarities stood out. + +Suddenly, his body stiffened. His Three Dimensional Body pulsed faintly, a ripple of awareness flashing through him. A presence stirred in the distance, faint but distinct. The sensation told him exactly what it was. + +"There is a centipede a mile ahead, moving in the same direction we are," Max said evenly, turning his gaze toward Evan and Nina. His tone carried no hesitation. "We should take a detour and circle around it before heading forward again. I think these centipedes are connected. When one attacks, it draws the others to its side. If we clash with it, the rest will surely come swarming." + +Evan frowned, scanning the wasteland with narrowed eyes. He saw nothing. The ground was steady, the soil did not tremble, and no sound of movement carried through the air. Nina’s team also searched, their senses flaring outward, but they found no trace of what Max had warned them about. Doubt flickered in their expressions, suspicion gnawing at them. + +Max noticed their hesitation and let out a quiet shrug. His voice was calm, almost indifferent. "I have given you my warning. If something happens, do not blame me. It will not be my fault." With those words, he slowed his pace and created distance, moving to the side as if to separate himself from their choices. He had no interest in fighting another horde of centipedes unless he was absolutely forced to. + +Evan’s brows knitted tightly, his heart caught between skepticism and caution. He did not want to believe, but neither could he ignore the weight of Max’s presence and the golden crown above his head. + +Nina, however, showed no conflict. Her eyes hardened as she turned to her group. "Everyone, take a detour. Move slightly to the left," she ordered firmly. + +Evan sighed, resignation in his voice as he fell back in line. The others followed Nina’s lead without argument. Together they shifted their path, circling around the place Max had warned them of. Before long they drew up alongside Max again, now moving with greater care through the wasteland, the detour taking them past what might have been another deadly encounter. + +"You had better be right about the centipede," Evan warned, his glare fixed on Max with every inch of his posture radiating suspicion. No sooner had the words left his mouth than the ground beneath their feet shuddered and split, and a massive centipede burst up from the exact spot they had just vacated. The sudden eruption of rock and soil threw them all off balance and left the team frozen for a heartbeat. + +Shock spread across their faces, and Nina’s eyes widened as she realized what had almost happened. She had obeyed Max because of the golden crown above his head, and in that instant the risk of ignoring his warning had become painfully real. The absence of any sign before the beast broke the surface made the near miss all the more terrifying. + +They continued on after the shock, the violet wasteland swallowing their footsteps, and the detour proved its worth more than once. Monsters of Mythic Rank still appeared, but Nina’s team cut them down efficiently, their coordination and strength making short work of the threats. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-109.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-109.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57d331e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-109.md @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 109: I am Ill?" +slug: "ch-109" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 109 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1310 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A week had passed since the dungeon break incident, and everything had returned to normal. + +People had returned to Central City, with some rebuilding certain parts of the city while many searched for new homes. + +At the far end of the city, where the tear in the void still gazed at them, a new dome had been reinforced—a dead zone for the people of the East Region. + +Because of this, many humans who had previously lived in that part of the city had become homeless. The Union Vanguard made sure each of them would receive a new home. + +The city now appeared as bustling as ever, with all kinds of people walking about, but scenes of construction were visible throughout the city. + +--- + +In the Phoenix Order guild, Max paced back and forth in his room, his expression complicated. + +’It’s been a week, and she hasn’t awakened yet.’ This thought kept nagging at him as he grew increasingly worried about Alice the longer it took. + +Max continued to move around for a few more minutes before calming down and sitting on his bed. ’She’ll be fine,’ he reassured himself as he opened his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Apprentice] + +– Level: 3 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper]𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 13.8 + +– Soul: 11.9 + +– Energy: 24.5 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits, Dimension of Flames] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Barrage (Lvl-30), Advanced Sword Arts (Lvl-35), Phantom Dash (Lvl-40), Celestial Tempest (Lvl-15), Flame Genesis (Lvl-20), Abyssal Coating (Lvl-20), Eternal Bulwark (Lvl-15), Sky Float (Lvl-30)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1), Flame Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [15] + +—» Dragon Scales: [5] + +--- + +Max glanced at his status and sighed. For the past week, he had done nothing but train, especially focusing on Celestial Tempest, his strongest attack skill, and Eternal Bulwark, his strongest defense skill. + +However, their levels had only increased marginally after four full days of practice. + +In the end, he spent the remaining three days practicing his other skills, and their level increases were satisfactory. + +Beep! + +Max turned to his holowatch, but after seeing the message, he sighed. + +[When are you coming?] + +’They sure are excited to see me,’ Max smiled. After the dungeon break incident, Max had been approached by someone from the Thorne Family—a lady carrying an invitation letter written and signed directly by the head of the Thorne Family. + +But since he was worried about Alice, he hadn’t left the Phoenix Order guild since then. + +’The first thing I’ll do after seeing Alice is to visit the Thorne Family,’ Max decided. He had a feeling they knew more about his sister than anyone else in the East Region. + +Just then, a sudden sensation overwhelmed him. + +"Huh?" Max muttered, his voice barely audible as a wave of weakness engulfed him. His legs buckled under an unseen weight, and he staggered onto the bed, reaching out for balance. + +His vision blurred, the edges darkening as if a veil were being drawn over his eyes. + +"What’s going on?" he muttered weakly. His limbs felt like they had been drained of all strength, as though his very essence was being siphoned away. + +A strange, oppressive lightness overtook his body, leaving him floating in a disorienting limbo between consciousness and oblivion. + +The world around him twisted and spun, colors blending into one another in a surreal haze. + +’I can’t breathe…’ He clutched his chest, feeling a faint pulse beneath his palm, weaker than it should have been. + +’Am I dying?’ The sharp sting of panic flared briefly, but his thoughts were sluggish, too muddled to grasp the situation fully. + +’How did I become so weak…?’ This single thought echoed in his mind—a faint cry of confusion and despair—before his knees gave way entirely. His body crumpled onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a dull thud. + +Darkness swallowed him whole, and his breathing slowed to the rhythm of unconsciousness, leaving his room eerily silent. + +--- + +After what felt like a restful night’s sleep, Max woke up feeling refreshed—better than ever. + +’I’ve never felt so good after a sleep,’ he thought as he got out of bed and stretched his arms and legs. + +However, just then, memories of how he had fallen asleep flooded his mind, making his expression turn gloomy. + +"What happened? Am I ill or something?" Max muttered, recalling the wave of weakness that had completely overwhelmed him. It had come quickly and taken him by surprise. + +’What is this? Some sort of side effect of the Dimension of Time?’ he contemplated, but then discarded the thought. If it had been a side effect from spending too much time in the Dimension of Time, he would have faced this situation much earlier, not now. + +Moreover, aside from his own thoughts drifting due to loneliness and the silent nature of the Dimension of Time, he never felt anything from it. + +Beep! Beep! Beep! + +Just then, the beeping sounds of his holowatch drew his attention. + +[Where are you?] + +[You’re late.] + +[I’ve been waiting for half an hour now.] + +Max frowned at the messages, but after seeing who it was from, a gentle smile graced his face. + +[Give me five minutes… I’ll be there.] Max replied. + +He then scrolled back through the chat and saw that she had messaged him to meet two days ago. + +A wave of coldness washed over him as he saw that. ’I’ve been out for three whole days!’ Max’s heart rate increased a bit, but he forced himself to calm down. + +He understood that nobody could experience a wave of weakness and lose consciousness for three whole days straight without something being seriously wrong. + +’I wonder if the guild has someone who could check on me,’ Max thought, deciding to ask Alice after meeting her. + +After combing his hair and putting on a full blue shirt over a black t-shirt, Max left his room and headed for Phoenix City. + +The meeting place was the same as it always was—Ember Heart Hall. + +Having lived in the Phoenix Order guild for over three months, he had become accustomed to Phoenix City, though it never failed to amaze him. + +Entering the city, he headed straight to Ember Heart Hall. It didn’t take long before he made his way inside and saw the figure of one person he had been wanting to meet for a long time. + +He walked over to her and sat down across from her at the table. + +"How are you?" Max asked softly, his tone laced with genuine concern. + +Alice’s face lit up with a bright smile at the sight of him. "I’m fine," she replied warmly. "I actually awakened five days ago, but Mother insisted I stay home. She was worried my condition might worsen if I went out too soon." + +"I see," Max said with a small nod, letting out a relieved sigh. "I was worried for a moment." + +Alice’s expression turned playful, her lips curling into a cheeky grin. "Worried? For me?" she teased, tilting her head slightly. + +Max shifted his gaze to the side, avoiding her eyes. "Cough… of course, I was worried. You’re the Young Miss of the Phoenix Order guild. If anything happened to you, what would become of the guild?" he said, his words betraying a mix of awkwardness and genuine care. + +Alice giggled softly, her sweet smile brightening the room. "Hehe, let’s go! I want to buy some clothes," she declared, springing to her feet with newfound energy. + +As she walked ahead, her steps light and joyful, Max couldn’t help but smile. Seeing her full of life again warmed his heart. He quickly got up and jogged to catch up. "Wait up!" he called after her, his tone tinged with fondness as he followed her into the bustling streets. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1090.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1090.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c52c023 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1090.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1084: A treasure of Divine Realm" +slug: "ch-1090" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1090 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1278 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max did not need to strike for them to survive, yet he intervened quietly at moments when a centipede would surface unexpectedly, his warnings made the group avoid the centipedes every time it appeared. + +Each time Max gave warnings the group gained a few steps of safety, and with every detour the distance between Nina’s team and the next swarm widened. The repeated detours planted a seed of curiosity in both Nina and Evan. + +They compared notes silently in glances and in the way they adjusted their formations, and the same question pressed at the edges of their minds. How could Max, who ranked lower in cultivation according to the usual measurements, sense these centipedes long before anyone else did? + +"The weight upon our body is kept increasing the more we walked." Max said to them looking at Nina and the fate compass. "It seems we are heading in the right direction." + +Evan didn’t say anything nor did Nina about Max’s words. + +Nina held her Fate Compass more tightly as they walked, its needle steady yet inscrutable in her palm. Evan watched Max with a hardness that did not soften even when he thanked the crown in his head with a just-visible nod of respect. + +Both of them knew three things at once: Max had saved them more than once, Max bore the golden crown, and the crown carried influence that made others obey without second thought. Those facts did not erase their unease. + +Curiosity finally pushed Max to speak, and he chose a casual tone to hide the intention. "So, what is this Fate Compass?" he asked Nina, as if the question had come from idle interest rather than calculated inquiry. + +The question snapped the group to attention like the crack of a whip. Nina’s posture stiffened and Evan’s eyes sharpened. A thin wall of tension rose between them and Max as though his words had revealed a new possibility to be guarded against. They felt, with the blunt certainty of hunters, that his interest was not innocent. + +Evan’s jaw tightened and Nina’s face turned guarded. They began to put pieces together in a way that made them wary. If Max knew of the Fate Compass already, then he had been following them for longer than they realized, and he might have tracked them precisely because of what the compass would lead them to find. The thought that he might covet the compass tightened the circle of their mistrust. + +Nina’s fingers tightened around the compass in her hand, her knuckles paling as she weighed her options. She could feel the weight of Evan’s caution and the sharp attention of the others behind her, yet she knew she could not lie in this place. The wasteland itself seemed to press down on them, and deception would only make things worse. + +"It is a treasure," Nina said at last, her voice calm but edged with restraint. She held the compass close to her chest, its faint glow reflecting in her eyes. "It comes from my world, and its purpose is to guide someone toward their fate. These compasses are rare beyond measure, and what makes them even more precious is the bond they carry. Once a Fate Compass is tied to a person’s destiny, it can guide only that one person. Afterward, its essence scatters and vanishes forever." + +Her words fell into the silence, and Max’s mind began to move quickly. He studied the compass in her hands, and the explanation filled him with thoughts that refused to settle. According to everything he had seen in Acaris, such an object was impossible. He had never heard of anything remotely similar, not even in rumors passed through the ancient guilds or whispered by the oldest elders. + +’This is a profound treasure,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the weight of what Nina had just revealed. ’If such a thing appeared in Acaris, humans, demons, and nulls alike would fight each other to extinction just to claim it.’ + +At that moment, a familiar voice echoed in his mind. "I believe this Fate Compass she speaks of is a treasure of the Divine Realm," Blob said, his tone measured yet solemn. "A treasure with the power to track fate cannot be created in the mortal worlds. Only a master of the Divine Realm would be capable of forging such an item." + +Max’s eyes flickered faintly as he listened, his mind aligning with Blob’s words. He gave a slight nod to himself. It made sense. Fate was not an ordinary element or a path anyone could grasp so easily. The very idea of tracking someone’s destiny in the mortal world bordered on the impossible. It was closer to magic than reality, something that transcended the ordinary laws of existence. + +The glow of the compass reflected against Nina’s face as she led them onward, but now Max’s gaze lingered on it with a deeper understanding. What she carried was not just a guide—it was a mark of destiny, and one that hinted at forces far greater than anything this wasteland had shown so far. + +Then suddenly sound of footsteps echoed faintly across the violet wasteland, crisp against the silence that stretched between Max, Nina, and her group. The rhythm of the steps grew clearer with each passing moment until three figures appeared on the horizon, walking directly toward them. + +Their attire immediately set them apart. Each bore symbols, fabrics, and ornaments that did not match one another, clear proof that they hailed from different worlds. Their confident strides and the weight of their auras left little doubt that they were geniuses, chosen from their respective domains to walk this trial. + +Nina’s eyes flickered briefly toward the compass in her hand. Without hesitation, she quietly tucked the Fate Compass into the folds of her robes, hiding it from their sight. The glow that had guided them moments earlier disappeared into the shadows of her garment, her expression calm but inwardly cautious. + +A sneer broke the air as one of the newcomers, a lean man with sharp features, pointed toward Max. "Haha, I knew it," he said with arrogant certainty. "That golden light shining in the distance could only have come from the golden crown. It belongs to one of the so-called top geniuses." + +The second man stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as a mocking smile tugged at his lips. "You are right, Henry, but we have an opportunity standing right in front of us. Look at him. He is only at the sixth level of Legend Rank. No matter how talented he might be, his strength could never compare to that of a genius at the peak of the Mythic Rank. The crown must have chosen him because of potential, not because of power." His voice dripped with disdain as his gaze swept over Max. + +The third man, broader in build and dressed in dark robes lined with silver patterns, let out a laugh that rumbled low in his chest. "Patrick, I never expected the geniuses of your planet to be so cunning," he said with amusement. "But if this is your plan, then let us try it. The worst that could happen is that we retreat. Even if his strength rivals ours, I do not believe he can kill us outright." + +Their voices carried openly, not muffled by any attempt at voice transmission. They spoke as though Nina, Evan, and the others were invisible, as though the group had no presence worth considering. + +Their words cut through the air without restraint, filled with arrogance and confidence. The mocking tones and dismissive laughter made it clear—they were not here to make allies. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1091.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1091.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..83f1304 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1091.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1085: To Kill Max" +slug: "ch-1091" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1091 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max heard every word the three spoke, their arrogance carrying clearly through the heavy air of the wasteland. His face, however, remained calm, his expression betraying nothing of what stirred inside him. Slowly, he turned his gaze toward them. His voice was steady, almost casual, as he asked, "Are you three here to kill me?" + +"You are right," Dave sneered, his lips curling in disdain. "Out of all the geniuses blessed with the golden crown, you are by far the weakest. You can only blame yourself for this misfortune." As he spoke, his hand rose, mana gathering rapidly in his palm until it formed into a glowing sphere of condensed energy. The crackling of unstable power hissed in the silence. + +Henry did not hesitate either. Around him, the air shimmered as countless small daggers of pure mana materialized, each one sharp enough to slice through steel. They floated around him in a lethal orbit, glinting with cold light as they readied to launch. Patrick followed suit, his body enveloped in raging winds that whipped around him violently. The gusts howled as a sword appeared in his grip, its blade humming with the fury of sharpened wind. + +Seeing all three preparing to strike, Nina and Evan exchanged a brief glance. Their decision was silent but immediate. They began to retreat, pulling their group further back until they had put significant distance between themselves and Max. They knew better than to stand between peak geniuses when killing intent was already filling the air. + +"Die!" the three attackers roared in unison, their voices echoing as they rushed forward. They came at Max from three different directions, their strategy clear. They had no intention of giving him an escape route, hemming him in with precision and deadly coordination. + +Max’s lips curled into a faint sneer. His Three Dimensional Body pulsed, revealing every detail of their movements to him as though they were unfolding in slow motion. Their confidence amused him. ’They truly believe I am someone they can kill,’ he thought, his eyes narrowing. ’And if they fail, they think they can simply walk away?’ + +A flash of red light flickered within his gaze, and in the next instant his figure vanished. The air where he had stood shimmered faintly before settling back into silence. + +Dave froze mid-stride, his mana sphere still burning in his hand. "Where did he go?" he muttered, his eyes darting frantically. He searched the battlefield, but no trace of Max could be seen. In the distance, the only figures he could make out were Nina’s group, watching cautiously from afar. + +Henry’s face darkened as his daggers spun rapidly around him, forming a tight defensive wall. "How did this man just disappear?" he demanded, his tone edged with unease. His eyes flickered as the realization struck him. "Could he have mastered the Space Concept?" + +"I think that is likely the case," Patrick said, his tone laced with unease. "He must have mastered a space concept. That would explain why the secret domain deemed him worthy of a golden crown. Other—" His words broke off suddenly as his eyes widened. He shouted in panic, "Dave, behind you!" + +Dave spun around at Patrick’s warning, but it was already too late. A phantom-like claw materialized from the air itself, reaching for his throat with silent precision. Its shadowy fingers closed around his neck before he could react. Horror flashed across his face as his body began to change. + +At first, his skin lost its color, thinning as though the very essence of his flesh was being drained away. Then the process accelerated. His features sank in, his muscles wasted to nothing, and his skin shriveled tightly against his bones. Within seconds, his entire body was mummified. His eyes melted into black hollows, and his organs collapsed into liquid sludge that dripped from the inside, hissing as it hit the violet soil. + +Henry’s face turned pale, his expression twisted in horror. "What did you do?!" he roared, his daggers flying into the air around him as he unleashed them at Max in a flurry of flashing steel. + +Before they reached their target, Dave’s crumbling body ignited. Black flames erupted suddenly, wrapping around him and consuming everything. The fire spread instantly, enveloping Max’s figure as well. The daggers shot directly into the burning mass, swallowed whole by the inferno before they could strike. + +Nina’s eyes widened, her voice sharp as she recognized the sight. "Black flames? No... Yin Flames." Her tone carried both astonishment and calculation. She stared intently at the writhing fire, her mind racing. Yin Flames were no ordinary element. Their destructive nature, their ability to consume and erase, were feared across worlds. The fact that Max wielded them raised questions far more dangerous than answers. + +The fire raged for a moment longer, its heat palpable even from where Nina’s group stood. Then, slowly, the flames receded. Dave was gone completely, reduced to nothing but ash and liquid remnants that hissed faintly on the scorched earth. Only Max remained, his figure untouched by the flames that had devoured everything else. + +He looked toward Henry and Patrick, his expression calm, and a faint smile touched his lips. "His name was Dave, wasn’t it?" he asked softly. "Poor guy died a horrible death." + +Henry and Patrick froze in place, their bodies stiff as stone. Their eyes remained locked on Max, but the memory of Dave’s swift and gruesome end played vividly in their minds. They had seen every moment of it: the mummification, the melting organs, the black flames that erased him completely. It was a sight that seared itself into their thoughts, impossible to forget. + +Both of them understood one truth in that moment. Dave’s strength had been equal to theirs, yet Max had destroyed him effortlessly. If he could do it to Dave, he could do the same to them without hesitation. + +Fear churned in their stomachs, mingling with deep regret. Their earlier arrogance now felt like a death sentence. They realized how foolish it had been to provoke someone chosen by the golden crown, and dread gnawed at their insides as the weight of that mistake pressed down upon them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1092.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1092.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..059723a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1092.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1086: Downside of having the Golden Crown" +slug: "ch-1092" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1092 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1329 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Henry’s voice cracked as he took a shaky step back, fear twisting his face. "We were just testing your strength... right, Patrick?" His body trembled with every retreating step, his words little more than an attempt to shield himself. + +"Right," Patrick added quickly, forcing a flattering smile onto his lips. "Henry is right. We only wanted to test your strength because of the golden crown. That Dave was the one who started everything. He said your strength was unworthy of the crown, and he thought it would be a good opportunity to take it for himself. It is good that he died." His tone was light, but his eyes betrayed the desperation hiding beneath his words. + +Henry nodded furiously, his stammer betraying him. "Yes... yes, Dave was evil. You killed him, and that was the right thing to do. We will not trouble you anymore. We are leaving." He turned without hesitation, and Patrick followed suit. Both of them broke into a run, their figures darting across the wasteland in an effort to escape. + +But before they could flee far, the air shimmered in front of them. Max’s figure appeared once again, blocking their path. His steps were slow, his posture unhurried, yet the oppressive weight of his presence pressed down on them like an iron cage. + +Henry and Patrick froze in place. Their throats tightened, and they swallowed hard, the sound audible even in the heavy silence. + +"I am a madman," Max said softly, his lips curling into a smile that did not reach his eyes. The glow of the golden crown above his head bathed him in a faint light, but his eyes themselves burned with a crimson radiance. "And I like to kill." + +Henry and Patrick clenched their teeth, desperation flooding their faces. Their eyes met briefly, and in that fleeting exchange of a glance, both understood what had to be done. They had no path left but to fight.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +With a sharp cry, Henry unleashed his power. The air around him shimmered as dozens of daggers shot forward like blue missiles, each one sharp enough to pierce the hide of a Mythic Rank beast. They streaked through the air with lethal precision, aimed directly at Max’s heart and throat. + +At the same time, Patrick’s sword cut through the air with a roar. Wind surged violently around him, and with every swing of his blade, countless wind blades were released. They overlapped and cascaded like a storm, rushing toward Max with the intent to slice him into pieces. + +Both attacks tore across the wasteland, the sheer force shaking the ground beneath their feet. Yet even as the storm of blades and missiles converged on him, Max’s calm smile did not fade. + +Max’s lips curved into a sneer as his figure flickered and reappeared directly in front of Henry, close enough that the man could see the faint glow of the golden crown above his head. + +"I knew you would do this!" Henry shouted, laughter erupting from his throat, wild and desperate. In that instant, the flying daggers he had previously released shifted course with impossible speed. They turned sharply in midair and streaked back toward Max from behind, faster and sharper than before. The sound of their flight split the air as they closed in on his back. + +Max’s expression remained calm, his face showing not even the slightest trace of concern. He raised his right fist, clenched tightly, and channeled the power of all one thousand Draconic Essences into that single blow. The energy surged, radiating through his body with a force that made the air vibrate. + +The daggers struck. Yet the moment their tips touched his figure, black flames erupted across his body. The infernal fire spread instantly, consuming the projectiles before they could pierce him. Each dagger dissolved into nothingness, devoured completely by the blaze that raged around him. + +At the same instant, Max’s fist connected with Henry. The punch landed squarely in his stomach, tearing straight through his body and bursting out from his back. Blood sprayed for only a moment before black flames surged outward again, wrapping Henry’s figure in an all-consuming inferno. His scream was cut short as his body was devoured. In seconds, nothing of him remained. Not a bone, not a shred of clothing. Only ashes scattered faintly in the violet air. + +Patrick froze midway through his own attack. His sword hung limp in his hand, his face twisted in horror. His eyes widened to their limit, disbelief etched across his features as though he had just witnessed something that should never have existed. His body trembled, his confidence gone, his very breath shallow. He even forgot to raise his blade again. + +Max turned his crimson gaze toward him, his voice low and sharp. "Are you regretting it?" + +Patrick could not speak. His lips moved, but no words came out. His body quivered as despair swallowed him whole. His spirit seemed to falter under the crushing weight of inevitability. + +"Absolute Reaper," Max whispered, his words as calm as if he were announcing the weather. + +Immediately, Patrick’s body was engulfed by a sphere of black flames. The sphere burned silently, its edges flickering with ominous light, and then Max raised his hand slightly. + +"Implode." + +The sphere collapsed inward, crushing and devouring everything inside. Patrick’s scream was brief, cut off as the flames consumed him completely. When the blaze finally died down, nothing remained. Patrick had been erased from existence just like Henry and Dave before him. + +Almost instantly, a clear mechanical chime rang in Max’s ears. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 7th level of Legend Rank.] + +Max’s smile faded into a faint frown. He looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers slowly as he muttered, "All three of them for just one small level up?" His tone was laced with disappointment, the result far less satisfying than the effort it had taken. + +The golden crown above his head glowed faintly, its light falling across the ashes that marked the end of three geniuses who had thought him an easy prey. + +Nina and Evan stood frozen, their faces pale as the ashes of the three geniuses scattered into the violet wasteland. What they had witnessed unsettled them to their core. Max had not struggled in the slightest. He had erased three peak Mythic Rank geniuses as if their existence had meant nothing, their strength crumbling before him like fragile glass. + +A chill swept through both of them as they thought of what might have happened if they had underestimated him. The golden crown above his head was proof enough, yet his cultivation level had appeared lower than theirs. + +If they had treated him lightly, if they had ever dared to provoke him as the trio had, they might now be lying in ruins, reduced to nothing but memory. In that moment, they both silently felt fortunate. They had obeyed their instincts, trusted the crown, and avoided the arrogance that had led to the others’ demise. + +Max broke the silence by turning toward them. His voice was calm, almost curious, as though the massacre he had just committed was an afterthought. "They tried to kill me thinking they could take my crown. If someone kills me, would the golden crown then pass to them?" + +Nina’s grip on her Fate Compass tightened as she nodded solemnly. "It is true. The golden crown is not just a symbol. It carries countless opportunities and recognition from the secret domain itself. Because of this, many geniuses try to kill those who bear it. Every time the secret domain opens, those chosen by the crown face endless attempts on their lives." + +Max raised an eyebrow, her explanation sparking another thought in his mind. "Oh," he said softly, his tone shifting into curiosity. "Then doesn’t that mean if I kill a genius who already has a golden crown, I can claim their crown for myself? Would that allow me to hold more than one?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1093.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1093.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eece91e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1093.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1087: A Difficult Phase" +slug: "ch-1093" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1093 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"That is also true," Nina said at last, her voice solemn and steady. Her grip on the Fate Compass tightened as she continued. "Many of the top geniuses who carried a golden crown have hunted down others like themselves, killing them to seize their crowns. By doing so, they increased their chances of being chosen as a disciple by one of the seven lords of the secret domain. This is something that has happened every time the secret domain has opened." + +"Interesting," Max muttered, his gaze distant as his mind sank into thought. He had never imagined that the crowns could be accumulated, yet Nina’s words made it clear. The secret domain itself encouraged such brutal competition, allowing those chosen to rise by destroying others like them. The crown was not only a blessing but also a curse, a mark that painted its bearer as both hunter and hunted. + +He realized now that the golden crown was the most coveted prize within these lands. To carry one was to bear a constant target on one’s head, for every genius who managed to kill him would gain the right to claim it for themselves. It was not only a trial of strength but also a relentless cycle of pursuit, betrayal, and slaughter. + +Max’s lips curled faintly as he turned back to the group. "Let us continue our journey. I have a feeling we are not far from the trial site." + +Evan glanced at Nina, his expression still tense but softened by her earlier words. With a small nod, he accepted the unspoken decision, and together they began to move again. Nina lifted her Fate Compass, the needle glowing faintly as it pointed forward, and the group pressed onward into the violet wasteland with Max walking silently among them. + +Another day passed in the violet wasteland, and the journey had only grown harsher. The endless plain seemed to stretch on without end, broken only by the corpses of monsters they had left behind. + +Violet scorpions, poisonous wolves, lightning bats, and other Mythic Rank creatures had attacked them in waves, each fight draining their strength but leaving them victorious. Nina’s team fought with unity, their coordination allowing them to cut down beast after beast. + +Max, however, only intervened when the threat of centipedes drew near. His Three Dimensional Body detected them long before they surfaced, allowing the group to take detours and avoid their swarms entirely. Without his warnings, they would have been surrounded countless times. + +But even with battles fought and dangers avoided, the greatest enemy was the pressure pressing down on them. With every step forward, the weight grew heavier. At first it had been tolerable, as though they were carrying heavy loads on their shoulders. But now, after an entire day had passed, it had become unbearable. Their bodies felt as though mountains had been chained to them, crushing their bones with each movement. + +The three subordinates following Nina staggered, their faces pale and drenched in sweat. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their knees buckling beneath the pressure. At last, their strength gave out. One after another, they collapsed onto the ground, unable to take another step. Their hands dug into the soil, their eyes wide with despair. + +"There is still nothing," one of them muttered weakly, his voice trembling. "No signs of a trial... nothing but this cursed wasteland." + +Another clenched her jaw, tears welling in her eyes. "If this weight keeps increasing, we will be crushed alive before we even reach anything." + +The third could barely lift his head, his face twisted in helplessness. "I cannot... move anymore." + +Their desperation spread like a sickness through the air. They had endured monsters, exhaustion, and hunger, but the invisible weight was something none of them could resist. The endless wasteland gave no promise of hope, and with no sign of a trial, their will began to crumble. + +Max stood a short distance away, his expression calm as his eyes shifted toward Nina and Evan. "We cannot waste more time," he said firmly. "They cannot move, and forcing them to continue will only kill them. We should leave them here and continue forward. This wasteland is not merciful. If they stay, their fate is sealed." + +The words struck hard. Nina’s eyes widened, and her grip on the Fate Compass tightened until her knuckles turned white. "No," she said sharply, her voice carrying a fierce edge. "I will not abandon them. They are my companions, and they came here because they trusted me. Leaving them behind is not an option." + +Evan’s face darkened as he stepped forward, standing beside Nina. "I agree with her," he said coldly. "You speak as though they are burdens, but they are part of this group. If you think we will throw them aside just because it is easier, then you are wrong." + +Max’s gaze hardened, the tension in the air thickening. "And what do you plan to do?" he asked, his tone sharper now. "Drag them forward when they cannot even lift their feet? The pressure will only increase the further we go. Keeping them alive now will only guarantee their deaths later." + +"They are not yours to decide for!" Nina snapped, her voice rising. "I will find a way to protect them, no matter what it takes." + +Evan’s aura flared faintly, his eyes narrowing at Max. "If you intend to abandon them, then you will have to go on without us. We will not let you decide their fate." + +The three collapsed geniuses looked up weakly, their expressions torn between gratitude and guilt, while the atmosphere between Max, Nina, and Evan grew heavier than the wasteland’s crushing pressure itself. For the first time since their uneasy alliance began, the group stood on the edge of breaking apart. + +Max’s frown deepened as he studied the scene before him. The three geniuses lay on the ground, crushed by the pressure of the wasteland, unable to even lift their heads. To him, they were nothing but dead weight. If left to continue like this, they would only drag everyone down. + +Yet he knew he could not force the matter. Nina’s Fate Compass was bound to her and her alone. Even if he took it away from her hands, it would not answer to him. That single fact made compromise unavoidable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1094.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1094.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5723ad5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1094.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1088: A Difficult Choice" +slug: "ch-1094" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1094 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1313 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Alright, have it your way," Max said finally, his voice low and clipped. With a casual motion of his hand, he used his Omni Guard skill. A hexagonal barrier of forcefield shimmered into existence, its green edges glowing faintly as it expanded to surround the three fallen geniuses. + +With a flex of his will, the shield lifted, raising them off the ground in a large protective cocoon. They floated behind him, carried by his power. "If anything happens to them," he added coldly, "it will not be my fault." + +Nina’s eyes softened with relief, though her face remained solemn. She gave him a single nod before turning to Evan. Evan’s gaze lingered on Max, wary and tense, but in the end he also nodded. For both of them, this was enough. They could not accept abandoning their companions to die in the wasteland, where a swarm of centipedes could erupt at any moment and tear them apart. + +The group set off once more, yet the atmosphere had changed. The silence was sharper, the air heavy with mistrust. Max walked at the front, his golden crown glowing faintly, while Nina and Evan trailed behind him with guarded expressions. The tension between them was no longer hidden. It was plain, a fracture in their alliance that widened with every step they took. + +As time wore on, the weight pressing down on them continued to grow. Each step became harder than the last. Nina’s breathing turned heavy, her face pale as sweat dripped down her temple. Evan too struggled, his jaw clenched, his movements slower than before. Even their auras strained against the invisible pressure, and both of them realized they were nearing their limits. + +Only Max remained unaffected. His body carried the three additional geniuses within the Omni Guard, and the pressure on him was far greater than on Nina or Evan. Yet the Draconic Essences within his body pulsed with overwhelming strength, reinforcing his frame and allowing him to stride forward as though the crushing force was nothing. Compared to their faltering steps, he walked steadily, each movement calm and controlled. + +The difference was clear. Where Nina and Evan were barely enduring, Max bore three times their burden and still advanced without pause. The wasteland tested them all, but its weight only made the disparity between them even more undeniable. + +’What is the reason behind this continuous increase in weight on our bodies?’ Max thought silently as he moved across the violet wasteland with Nina and Evan beside him. Each step pressed heavier against the earth than the last. + +The idea flickered in his mind that perhaps the true trial of this region was not the monsters or the centipedes but the invisible force that relentlessly increased the burden on their bodies. Yet he was not certain. The silence of the wasteland gave him no answer. + +Another day passed in suffocating pressure. The land remained barren, and the strain only grew. At last, Nina and Evan’s limits reached their breaking point. Their knees buckled beneath them, and they both collapsed onto the ground. Their arms struck the earth, their limbs trembling under the weight as they clawed at the violet soil to stay upright. Neither of them could lift their bodies anymore. + +Only Max remained standing, though even his posture had shifted. His breathing deepened, and his muscles tightened visibly under the crushing force. + +The black glow of his Dragon Scales Transformation flickered across his body, each scale glowing faintly with draconic power. All one thousand of his Draconic Essences were active, their raw strength flowing through his veins like a raging tide. It was only by relying on this form that he could remain upright. Without it, he would have collapsed long ago. + +Carrying the three weakened geniuses within the Omni Guard added a burden so heavy that even a Divine Rank cultivator would have struggled beneath it. + +’This is bad,’ Max thought, his expression darkening as his crimson eyes shifted toward Nina and Evan. Seeing them on their hands and knees, their shoulders shaking, made his frown deepen. The trial had not even revealed itself, yet already they were broken beneath its weight. + +"Are you two finished as well?" Max asked, his tone low but edged with concern as his gaze moved between them. + +"I cannot take another step," Nina admitted, her voice trembling. Sweat soaked her robes, and her hand clutched the Fate Compass tightly as though it was the only thing keeping her steady. "The force pressing down is... killing me." + +Evan forced his head up, his chest heaving as he dragged in breaths one after another. "Me too," he said through gritted teeth. "The weight here is too much. I can barely breathe, let alone move forward." + +Max’s frown deepened further at their words. He raised his gaze to scan the wasteland, his senses reaching far in every direction. Yet there was nothing—no markers, no ruins, no signs of a trial site. The land stretched endlessly, barren and unchanged, leaving him to wonder if the trial site was truly here at all or if they had been walking into nothingness all along. + +The thought unsettled him, pressing heavier than even the invisible weight itself. + +And then... + +"Huh? Centipedes are coming this way!" Max muttered, his voice hard and sudden enough to make both Nina and Evan whirl toward him, eyes wide with sudden alarm. + +Panic thrummed along Nina’s jaw and Evan’s shoulders, and both of them turned toward Max as if he were their final hope.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Nina’s face drained of color as she tried to find her feet, the muscles of her legs refusing to obey. "What do we do?" she breathed, each syllable trembling with fear. "I cannot move at all." + +Evan slammed his palm into the ground in frustration and cursed under his breath, his voice rough with impotent anger. "Damn it," he hissed, each repetition a measure of his helplessness. He looked to Max with a pleading urgency that left no room for politeness. + +"Can you take the young miss with you?" Evan asked, the plea sharpening his tone as he struggled to keep it steady. His hand reached out as if to push Nina forward, his lips forming the question like a last resort. + +Max’s gaze swept over them for a long heartbeat, and he answered with a solemn, tired calm. "I am already at my limit carrying the three of them," he said, nodding toward the hexagonal field where the three collapsed geniuses floated in stasis. "If I carry anyone more, the burden will break me. I will not be able to walk at all." + +Those words fell on Nina like cold water. Her shoulders trembled and for the first time since they had met, a raw, honest despair crossed her features. She had led her companions into this trial and now she had to abandoned them for their survival? She would rather die than do this. + +Evan’s jaw set and his eyes flashed with a hard, terrible resolve. "Leave the three of them behind and take the two of us," he said through clenched teeth, the words forced out like iron. He did not pretend there was tenderness in his voice; there was only cold calculation and the single-minded duty that had driven him since he had sworn to protect Nina. + +Nina recoiled as if struck, her voice snapping back like a broken string. "Evan, what are you saying?" she demanded, hurt and disbelief surging together in each word. + +Evan did not soften. He squared his shoulders and stared at her with the stubborn, protective ferocity of someone who had pledged an oath. "Young Miss, I promised Young Master to protect your life at all costs," he said slowly and solemnly. "If saving you now means three of our teammates die, then I will accept that cost rather than see you fall here." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1095.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1095.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab0b43e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1095.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1089: Max’s Manipulation" +slug: "ch-1095" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1095 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1097 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Nina’s face crumpled the moment Evan spoke, and something inside her broke. She opened her mouth to argue, but her voice faltered into a whisper and then died. Tears started without warning, streaming hot and silent down her cheeks as the truth of the choice settled over her like a shroud. She had chosen those three people herself. She had brought them here and taught them and trusted them. + +The idea of leaving them to die felt like a blade through her heart. + +"But—" she began, the word barely audible and already useless, and Evan cut her off with a voice that brooked no further protest. "Young Miss, there is no but," he said firmly, his tone hard as stone. "This is your life we are talking about. If they were conscious, they would choose the same. They would sacrifice themselves to keep you alive." His words were blunt and final. He believed them. He believed his promise more than he feared his own conscience. + +Nina sank to her knees and let the sobs come. She never wanted this. She had never wanted to arrange someone else’s death so that she could live especially someone like her who only had a few years to live. The thought of walking away while her friends lay helpless in that violet dust made her want to claw the world apart. + +She bowed her head and tried to imagine any other path, any other miracle, but none came. Each second spent searching for an answer only tightened the noose of reality. + +Evan’s face did not soften. He stepped forward and spoke with the resolution of a man who had already decided the cost of his duty. "Do it," he said to Max. "Release the three of them and take the two of us. Move fast toward where the Fate Compass points." His voice contained no triumph. Only that hard, necessary calm that must carry a man through impossible choices. + +Max looked at Nina, then at Evan. He nodded once, slow and deliberate. The Omni Guard shimmered and the green hexagonal field opened. The three collapsed geniuses drifted free and lay helpless on the barren ground. Max’s hands moved without hesitation as he folded a new field around Nina and Evan and lifted them into it. + +Then he ran. His strides were long and brutal, and he carried them away from the place where the centipedes might attack any moment or so they thought. + +In truth, there were no centipedes approaching them at all. The ground had not stirred, and the faint tremors they thought they felt were nothing but the echo of their own exhaustion. + +Max had created the illusion with nothing more than his words. He had spoken of centipedes because he could not see any other way out of the wasteland without Nina and her Fate Compass. + +Every path he had tried had thought led to nothing but endless violet ground. Every direction he had searched returned no sign of the trial site. The only steady guide was the compass clutched in Nina’s trembling hands. Without her, he had no way of knowing where to go. Without the compass, he might wander until the pressure crushed him just as it had crushed her team. + +So he had done what needed to be done. He told them a lie. He said that a centipede was coming, and that they needed to flee before it reached them. The urgency of his words forced a choice onto them, a choice they could not delay. They had to decide whether to stay with the helpless three and risk all their lives or abandon them and live. + +Max had read Evan’s character well. He had seen the way the man placed himself in front of Nina during every attack, the way his eyes always flicked back to her even while fighting. Max knew that Evan would never allow her to die, not even at the cost of others. So he used that instinct. He placed the decision before Evan, confident of the outcome. + +The plan was ruthless. It left three people behind in a barren, deadly land. Yet Max felt no regret. As he carried Nina and Evan away, his face stayed calm and his eyes steady. Some things had to be done, whether he liked them or not. Survival in the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not won by mercy or hesitation. It was won by action, and he had acted. + +As Max carried Nina and Evan within the shimmering hexagonal forcefield, Nina’s trembling voice guided him. She kept her eyes fixed on the glowing needle of the Fate Compass, whispering directions toward where it pointed. Max did not waste a breath. His strides were heavy but unyielding as he pressed on, following her guidance through the endless violet wasteland. + +Step by step, they advanced once more. The wasteland stretched in every direction without end, but Nina’s compass gave them a path, and Max’s strength bore them forward. Hours slipped past in silence, broken only by the sound of his boots striking the hard ground and the faint hum of the protective barrier. + +Then, at last, Max slowed. His body lurched slightly, and he stopped. His chest heaved as sweat streamed down his face and neck, soaking his clothes until they clung to him. His legs trembled violently under the strain, each muscle fiber screaming against the pressure. He had carried them for hours, and now even his monstrous endurance had reached its breaking point. + +The pressure on his body had grown far worse than before. It no longer felt like a weight pressing down but like the world itself had chosen to crush him into the soil. Even in his Dragon Scales Transformation, with all one thousand Draconic Essences burning at full force, he found himself faltering. His steps wavered, and the earth beneath him seemed to drag him down with every attempt to move forward. + +A grim realization pierced his mind. This pressure was beyond anything he should be enduring. His current form was strong enough to resist the force of a Divine Rank opponent, yet here, he could not even keep his footing. He could not understand where this strength was coming from, or why it bore down on him so relentlessly. + +The weight pressed into his bones, suffocated his lungs, and blurred his vision. His knees threatened to buckle, and for the first time since entering the secret domain, his consciousness began to slip. His mind wavered on the edge of darkness, his body begging him to give in. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1096.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1096.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db558c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1096.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1090: To the very end!" +slug: "ch-1096" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1096 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’No!’ Max roared within his own thoughts, the words echoing against the fog of fatigue. ’I cannot faint here. Not now.’ He forced his eyes open wider, his teeth grinding as he summoned every shred of willpower left in him. Through the haze, his gaze locked on something ahead. + +Far in the distance, barely visible through the shifting air, was the faint outline of a ruin. Its jagged structures stretched upward like broken teeth, a city long dead but still standing. The sight was vague and blurred, but it was there. A goal. A promise of something beyond the endless wasteland. + +And because he could see it, he refused to let go. He could not lose consciousness now, not when the trial site he had been searching for was finally in sight. + +"Don’t give up!" Evan’s voice cut through the crushing weight, loud and fierce. His eyes locked on Max, desperation mixing with determination. "There is a ruin ahead. It has to be the trial site!" + +Nina, her hands trembling as she clutched the Fate Compass, nodded quickly. Her breathing was heavy, but her voice was steady. "The compass is pointing straight at it. The ruins must be the place of the trial. You cannot stop here. You have to keep going!" + +Max did not need their words to know he could not give up. His vision swam, and his body threatened to collapse under the pressure, but his will refused to bend. He ground his teeth until his jaw ached, summoning the storm within his blood. + +"Storm King’s Inheritance—Heaven’s Wraith!" he roared. Power exploded from him as arcs of red lightning wrapped around his body, flashing violently against the violet wasteland. His muscles burned with the force, and his veins throbbed as though they would burst, but the lightning dragged him forward. His movements were halting and slow, closer to a crawl than a run. The inheritance that should have carried him across miles in a heartbeat was reduced to a desperate push, forcing his legs to move one step at a time. + +The strain clawed at him, threatening to tear him apart, but his eyes burned with refusal. "It’s not enough..." he growled, his voice hoarse as sparks cracked across his body. "Then... Storm King’s Inheritance—Extreme Speed!" + +Another surge of power burst forth. The red lightning flared brighter, turning violent and unstable, like a storm about to shatter the heavens themselves. The arcs raged around him, searing the ground where his feet struck, and his body jerked forward with renewed force. + +The oppressive weight still bore down mercilessly, but now his pace quickened. His crawl became a stagger, his stagger became a stride, and though his speed was far from the storm-born flight the inheritance promised, it was enough to carry him forward. + +The ruin loomed faintly in the distance, its jagged outline growing clearer with every agonizing step. + +The weight pressed on Max like an entire world trying to bury him alive, but his body blazed with power. The arcs of red lightning from Heaven’s Wraith surged across his scaled frame, wrapping him in the berserk force of the Storm King’s Inheritance. His legs trembled with every step, yet the power refused to let him collapse. + +At the same time, the flow of Extreme Speed coursed through him, layering its sharp precision over the raw violence of the first inheritance. + +The two powers clashed and merged within him. Normally, they would have launched him across mountains in a single breath, but here in the violet wasteland, the pressure crushed their full potential. + +Instead of tearing through the land like a storm, his body lurched forward in heavy strides, each step carving deep cracks into the violet ground. The lightning flared brightly with every movement, the red arcs snapping outward as if trying to shatter the invisible force pressing him down. + +Step by step, he crawled against the crushing weight. The combined inheritance pushed his body forward, not in bursts of blinding speed, but in slow, steady progress. His pace was far from graceful—his shoulders hunched under the burden, his breath came ragged, and his legs moved like he was wading through an endless sea of stone. Yet he continued. His aura burned violently, refusing to yield. + +The ruin grew clearer with every agonizing step. What had once been a vague outline on the horizon now took the shape of shattered walls and broken spires, the remains of a city long buried in time. Its jagged silhouette cut through the violet haze like a promise of survival. + +Lightning snapped louder around him as he closed in, his body flickering between staggering strides and surges of unstable speed. The closer he came to the ruin, the more his will hardened. Though the wasteland fought to drag him down, Max’s power and persistence tore him forward, step after step, until the ruined site loomed just ahead. + +Yet the pressure did not relent. If anything, it grew more crushing the closer Max drew to the ruin. Each step felt heavier than the last, his stride slowing to the point where it seemed his legs might lock beneath him. The closer he came, the more it felt as if the wasteland itself was trying to deny him entry. + +’I need one more push,’ Max thought, his expression calm even as his body screamed under the weight. He refused to panic. The ruined site was right before him now, its outline no longer vague. What at a distance had looked like jagged ruins revealed itself to be something else entirely. The shapes resembled small houses of mud and packed earth, arranged in a strange, deliberate pattern that whispered of a forgotten civilization. + +’Infernal Demon Transformation!’ The words echoed in his mind as he unleashed his most fearsome state. His black scales shifted into deep crimson, his hair burned into a dark red, and his eyes glowed like molten rubies. A suffocating aura erupted from him, black and red energy swirling in waves that made the ground tremble. The air thickened with the raw presence of a predator that should not exist in the mortal world. + +Evan and Nina, carried within the forcefield, felt it immediately. Their bodies shivered against their will, their hearts pounding violently in their chests. The aura of the Infernal Demon Transformation was so overwhelming that it set off primal instincts of fear. Even though the power was not aimed at them, they felt the urge to bow or run, but neither was possible. They could only watch. + +Max roared inwardly as he forced his body forward again. The transformation gave him the strength to fight back against the invisible weight pressing down from the wasteland. Each of his steps sank deep into the violet soil, cracks spreading outward with every impact. His figure wavered, but the aura of the demon form blazed, holding him upright as the lightning and draconic power within him fused with the infernal energy. + +He crossed the final stretch of barren ground with sheer willpower, his vision blurring at the edges. At last, his foot struck the threshold of the strange settlement. He had entered the ruined site. + +The moment his body crossed into the boundary, the crushing pressure lifted. Relief struck him like a wave, but his body could no longer hold on. The red glow in his eyes flickered, the aura of his transformation collapsed inward, and his knees gave out. Darkness rushed into his vision as his consciousness slipped. + +Just before his eyes closed fully, he caught sight of something moving in the distance. Small silhouettes emerged from the earthy houses, their figures short and broad, their movements deliberate and cautious. They were dwarf-like beings, stepping out into the dim light, their outlines the last thing Max saw before he finally succumbed to unconsciousness. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1097.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1097.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..17a1d2e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1097.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1091: In a cave" +slug: "ch-1097" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1097 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1099 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +It felt like awakening from a long, dreamless slumber when Max’s eyes slowly opened. His vision adjusted to dim light, and the first thing he saw was the ceiling above him. The rock was rough and uneven, its dark gray surface glistening faintly as though carved from some ancient stone. The entire place felt heavy, like the air itself had weight. + +"Where is this?" Max whispered under his breath. He tried to move, to push himself up, but his body refused to obey. It was as though countless invisible hands pinned him down, forcing his chest and limbs against the cold ground. He could not lift even a finger. Only his mouth moved freely. + +’The pressure here is worse than outside,’ Max thought calmly, refusing to let frustration creep in. His memory flashed back to the last thing he had seen before collapsing—the silhouettes of dwarf-like figures emerging from the strange settlement. Now, lying in this cavern, he could only assume that these beings had brought him here. + +With deliberate focus, Max activated his Three Dimensional Body. His perception spread through the cave like ripples in water. He immediately sensed two familiar presences close by. Evan and Nina lay only a short distance away, their bodies sprawled on the ground just as helpless as his. Their breathing was steady, but they were still unconscious, their limbs pressed flat against the stone. + +’So they are here too,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. If the dwarves had meant them harm, there would have been no reason to keep his companions alive. The fact that all three of them were unharmed reassured him that the beings were not hostile. At least, not yet. + +Knowing this, Max forced his racing mind to steady itself. The pressure was immense, crushing every muscle and bone, but instead of panicking he chose to adapt. His instincts told him that the only way forward was to endure this weight until his body grew accustomed to it. If he could not stand under it, he would never be able to escape, nor could he protect Nina and Evan when they awoke. + +’I suppose this might be the second stage of the trial,’ he reasoned in silence. The first had been surviving the endless wasteland and reaching the ruins. This, perhaps, was the continuation. The trial of enduring the ruin’s gravity, of learning to move where others could not. + +And for that, Max already had a plan forming in his mind. But before he could attempt it, he needed to test something first. + +He drew upon the depths of his strength, activating the full power of his one thousand Draconic Essences. Veins bulged across his body as the raw, untamed energy surged violently through him, making his muscles swell with power. The ground beneath him quivered faintly under the sudden burst of energy. + +With his body straining, Max tried to lift himself. His focus sharpened, every fiber of his being channeled into the attempt. Yet no matter how much force he poured into his limbs, his body remained pinned against the cold stone. He could not even rise an inch. + +"Again! Dragon Scales Transformation!" Max growled, refusing to give up. In response, black dragon scales rippled across his skin, locking into place like living armor. They glowed faintly at first, then turned into a radiant golden sheen as the essence of his thousand Draconic Essences coursed through them. His aura flared, shaking with intensity. With this layered transformation, he forced his strength outward once more. + +This time there was progress. His fingers twitched, straining upward against the invisible pressure. Slowly, agonizingly, he managed to move them. Then his neck shifted slightly, and he turned his head with great effort, breaking the suffocating stillness. It was a victory, though a small one, and it showed him how severe the pressure truly was. If this was the effect on him, someone far weaker would never even twitch a finger here. + +"I still can’t move my body," Max muttered through clenched teeth, his voice calm but edged with the weight of exertion. Yet he did not feel disappointment. His mind was already analyzing, calculating. The pressure pressing on him now was stronger than the one that had nearly crushed him unconscious outside the ruins. + +Back then, the weight had been magnified because he was carrying Evan and Nina, which had multiplied the strain threefold. Now, inside this cavern, the pressure felt even heavier, like an evolved version of what he had endured earlier. + +Despite this, Max remained confident. He could sense the truth clearly. If he gave himself time, his body would adapt. That had always been his path—enduring, evolving, and rising through overwhelming odds. + +’Last time I forced it and lost consciousness,’ Max thought with focus. ’This time I cannot make the same mistake. If I want to overcome this pressure, I must let my body grow accustomed to it. Slowly. Steadily. One step at a time.’ + +He exhaled deeply, his golden scales flickering faintly under the crushing force, his determination unshaken. The trial had only just begun, and he would master it. + +Hours slipped away in silence as Max lay pressed against the cold stone. His body remained locked in the Dragon Scales Transformation, every scale glowing faintly gold as the power of his thousand Draconic Essences coursed through him. + +At first, every breath felt like lifting a mountain, every twitch of his fingers drained more strength than an entire battle. Yet as time moved forward, something subtle began to change. + +The unbearable weight no longer felt as suffocating as before. His golden scales, once trembling under the crushing force, now steadied little by little. The pressure still pressed down on him like an ocean trying to drown its prey, but his body was beginning to respond. The energy flowing through his transformation shifted, adjusting itself in harmony with the weight. + +He could feel it clearly. His Dragon Scales Transformation was adapting. Slowly, painstakingly, but with undeniable progress, it was becoming accustomed to the oppressive force of the cavern. His breathing steadied, his chest no longer felt like it was being crushed inward with each inhale. His fingers moved more fluidly, his neck turned with less strain than before. + +Max did not relax, but a flicker of satisfaction stirred in his eyes. This was what he had hoped for. The longer he endured, the more his body would learn to exist beneath this impossible weight. The Dragon Scales Transformation was not merely resisting the pressure—it was evolving through it. + +’Good,’ he thought firmly. ’Slowly but surely, I will stand.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1098.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1098.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f4837f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1098.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1092: Power of Stars" +slug: "ch-1098" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1098 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1285 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Where am I?" Just then, Nina’s voice broke the silence, faint but clear enough for Max to hear. He turned his head with effort and saw her eyes flutter open. Her body trembled as she tried to lift herself, but the attempt failed almost instantly. Not a single part of her body moved, as if invisible chains bound her to the ground. + +Her face turned pale. Panic surged across her features as she let out a horrified cry. "Why can’t I move my body?" Her voice echoed sharply through the cave, filled with despair. + +"Don’t panic," Max said evenly, his tone calm despite the weight pressing on them all. "I think this is the second trial. We have to adapt to this pressure. Only when we can move under it and walk out of the cave will we be able to proceed to the final trial." + +"Max, is that you?" Nina asked, her voice trembling at first, though a faint relief softened her eyes when she confirmed he was near. Knowing she was not alone steadied her, but his words made her brows furrow. The thought of adapting to such crushing pressure and walking freely under it sounded far too cruel. She could already feel her bones aching with every breath. To endure this long enough to stand felt almost impossible. + +"Max? Nina? Why can’t I get up?" Another voice joined them. Evan stirred, his eyes opening wide as he tried to push himself up. Like the others, his body refused to respond. He grunted in frustration, his jaw tightening as he realized even lifting his arm was beyond him. Panic crept into his voice as he repeated the question. + +Nina turned her head as best as she could and explained in a strained voice what Max had told her—that this was a trial, a test of adaptation. Evan listened silently at first, his chest heaving with uneven breaths, but gradually his expression steadied. The explanation gave his panic a shape, something he could understand, even if it did not lessen the difficulty. + +"Young Miss," Evan said after a pause, his voice heavy with warning, "you must not use your powers here. If you unleash them, you might break free for a short while, but it will do you no good in the long term. You would only cripple yourself for what comes after." + +Nina closed her eyes briefly, then gave a small nod. "I know," she said firmly. "Don’t worry. I won’t use my powers. I will only circulate my mana and slowly adapt to this pressure. That’s the only way forward." + +Max listened to them with a thoughtful frown. Their words struck something in him, and he recalled what Evan had said back in the wasteland. He had warned Nina not to use her powers, claiming they could harm her.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +Now, here in the crushing weight of the cavern, it sounded as though those very powers could allow her to overcome the trial with ease if she unleashed them. The contradiction stirred his curiosity. + +"What is her power?" Max asked, his voice calm but direct. + +"None of your concern," Evan replied sharply without hesitation. His tone carried a protective edge, his eyes narrowing as if daring Max to press further. + +Max only shrugged. He had no need to push. It was not as though knowing her secret would give him any advantage here. + +To his surprise, Nina spoke up herself. Her voice was quiet but firm. "My power is related to stars," she admitted, "but it comes with a cost." + +She drew in a slow, steady breath before continuing. "Every time I use it, my body cannot bear the strain. To sustain it, my lifespan burns away. When I first awakened this power, the elders of my family told me that I would not live past fifty years. I have defied that prediction and reached my nineties, but I know I will not live past a hundred, even if I avoid using my abilities. If I use them recklessly, I will die even sooner." + +Her words echoed with a quiet heaviness that filled the cave. + +"I see," Max said after a pause, nodding slightly. His eyes softened with faint understanding. He could relate. Not long ago, he had been on the edge of death himself, his very soul crumbling under the weight of his own strength. Yet Nina’s burden felt even harsher. Her own power, the gift that set her apart as a genius, was also the blade cutting down her lifespan. + +He thought about the lifespan of Mythic Rank experts, how they were said to live seven to eight thousand years. For someone like her to be struggling to reach even a hundred was cruel beyond measure. + +In that moment, Max finally understood why Nina and Evan were so unyielding in their determination. Their desperation to reach the trial site, their willingness to risk everything—it all made sense. + +For Nina, every step forward was not just for glory or opportunity. It was for survival, for clawing back time stolen from her by her own destiny. + +Just then the sound of heavy footsteps reached their ears as the ground beneath them started to tremble non stop. + +Thump! Thump! Thump! + +The sound grew louder with every passing moment, echoing through the cavern like the beating of a colossal drum. Each heavy step shook the walls and sent vibrations through the floor, making the stone beneath them quiver. Dust and tiny fragments fell from the ceiling, raining down around Max, Nina, and Evan. + +All three of them immediately became alert. Their breaths slowed, their senses sharpened, and they stared toward the mouth of the cave where the sound was drawing closer. + +"What is this?" Nina whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Her eyes widened as the ground continued to shake in rhythm with the approaching steps. + +Evan’s face had turned pale. "What kind of being could make such a sound just by walking? To shake the ground like this with each step... it’s not something ordinary." His voice was thick with unease, his fists clenching even though he knew he could not move under the pressure pressing on them. + +"Silence, both of you," Max ordered firmly, his voice low but commanding. He cut them off with a sharp glance. "Don’t say anything strange. In fact, do not say anything at all." His tone left no room for doubt. + +Max extended the reach of his Three Dimensional Body, scanning the space around them. Almost immediately, he caught sight of the figure that was entering the cave. His eyes narrowed sharply at the sight, and his heart skipped a beat. + +The being approaching them was indeed one of the dwarves he had glimpsed before, but now that he saw it clearly, his earlier assumption shattered completely. + +The creature was enormous. Its frame towered above the height of any human, its body so massive that it seemed to fill the entire passageway as it entered. Broad shoulders, thick limbs, and a heavy stride made it look less like a dwarf and more like a giant clad in the form of one. Its sheer presence pressed against the air like an additional weight, layering on top of the crushing pressure already filling the cave. + +’Why did I think they were dwarves?’ Max thought grimly, his mind racing. ’This one alone is three times my size. If they are all like this, then we are in the presence of giants disguised as dwarves.’ + +He suppressed his aura completely, watching as the massive figure’s footsteps drew closer, each one like a hammer striking the earth. Whatever this being was, Max knew one thing—it was far more dangerous than he had expected. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1099.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1099.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..96728d4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1099.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1093: Giving Meat" +slug: "ch-1099" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1099 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon the figure stepped into view, and the cave seemed to shrink around it. Max, Nina, and Evan froze as their eyes widened in disbelief. The dwarf was enormous, its body towering at nearly three times their size. + +Each step it took echoed like thunder, the ground trembling as though it could barely bear the weight. Its sheer presence dominated the cavern, forcing them to confront the monstrous difference in scale between themselves and this being. + +At first glance, its massive build and broad frame made it look like a creature born of the wilds, something primal and untamed. Its arms were thicker than tree trunks, and its chest rose and fell like the heaving of a mountain. + +The sheer size of its head and the thick, rugged features of its face gave it a frightening appearance, one that could have easily been mistaken for a monster from the depths of the secret domain. + +But as the three of them stared closer, their shock deepened for another reason. The dwarf was not wild. Its ancient appearance carried dignity rather than savagery. Its beard, long and braided, flowed down its chest like strands of silvered steel, while its hair was tied back in a manner that spoke of culture and care. + +Across its massive body, it wore clothing that was both strange and refined. Thick robes woven from a dark, sturdy fabric covered its figure, bound with a belt of metallic plates that gleamed faintly in the dim light of the cavern. The garments were not ragged but well-kept, adorned with faint symbols etched into the fabric that seemed to shimmer when the giant moved. + +Its eyes, set deep beneath a heavy brow, glowed faintly like embers. They were sharp, filled with clarity and focus, not the dull gaze of some beast. Each movement it made, though heavy and deliberate, carried control rather than chaos. + +Max felt his chest tighten as he took in the sight. This was no wild monster. It was an ancient being, intelligent and powerful, its very existence pressing down on them like the weight of the world. + +Even Evan and Nina, who were from the Divine Realm, were left speechless. Their breaths quickened, their hearts pounded, and yet neither of them could summon the courage to speak. + +The giant dwarf had arrived, and it was clear that what stood before them was not a creature to be underestimated, but a living relic of something greater. + +It halted only a few paces away, its immense shadow falling over Max, Nina, and Evan. For a long moment, it stood still, its ember-like eyes studying them with an unreadable expression. The weight of its gaze was as heavy as the pressure binding their bodies to the ground, and none of them dared to speak. The silence stretched, broken only by the deep, rhythmic sound of the giant’s breathing. + +Then, without a word, the colossal being moved one of its hands. The movement was slow, deliberate, and filled with strength. From within the folds of its robe, it produced three thick slabs of meat, each piece larger than a human head. The meat looked fresh, faint steam rising from its surface as though it had been cooked or at least warmed by some unknown method. The aroma was rich, carrying a strange but savory scent that filled the cave. + +One by one, the dwarf lowered the pieces of meat onto the ground in front of Max, Nina, and Evan. Its movements carried no hostility, only a quiet, measured purpose. When the task was done, it did not linger. The giant straightened its massive frame, its braided beard swaying slightly as it turned. Without sparing another glance, it began to walk back the way it had come. + +Thump. Thump. Thump. The cave trembled again with each step as the being disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only the three slabs of meat and the stunned silence of those who remained. + +Max, Nina, and Evan could only stare at the food before them, their minds racing. The being had not attacked, had not spoken, and yet it had acknowledged them in its own way. It was an act neither of savagery nor of indifference, but of intention. They had been noticed, judged, and provided for by the giant dwarf. + +"It gave us some meat?" Nina’s voice trembled with surprise as she stared at the slabs lying before them. She had braced herself for something terrifying, but never once had she imagined that the being approaching them would leave behind food. The thought unsettled her, filling her with confusion more than relief. + +"Was that really a dwarf?" Evan muttered, his expression contemplative. "It had the features of one, but its size was overwhelmingly large. How could something so massive be considered a dwarf?" His mind raced as he recalled what he knew. The Divine Realm was filled with countless races, dwarves included, but nowhere in their long histories had he heard of dwarves reaching such monstrous size. The encounter had shattered what little certainty he carried about the world. + +"Why give us meat to eat?" Max spoke aloud, his calm voice carrying a hint of curiosity. He stared at the thick slabs, the steam rising steadily from them. His eyes narrowed slightly, weighing possibilities. + +"Maybe the giant dwarves want to keep us alive so we don’t die of hunger," Nina suggested. Her tone was uncertain, almost questioning her own words. + +Evan, however, shook his head. "No, it can’t be that simple. There has to be another reason. Nothing here is done without intent. If they wanted to feed us, it means more than just survival." His voice was steady but firm, his suspicion clear. + +Max fell silent for a while. He lay there against the ground, the weight pressing him into the stone as his mind turned through possibilities. After a long moment, he exhaled slowly and came to a decision. "I guess the only way to know is to eat the meat. That’s the only way I will find out what this is all about." + +"Eat?" Evan shot him a sharp look. "You would need to sit up for that, to move your arms and hands. Are you certain you can even manage that in this place?" His tone was half doubt, half warning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-11.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-11.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..99e52c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-11.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 11: Fight to Death" +slug: "ch-11" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 11 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Well, I guess I failed," Nevin said, his void cracked with rage. + +He then took out a dagger, which began to release red tendrils of lightning all around it. Only a moment later, pure red lightning coated the dagger in Nevin's hands. + +Max gripped his sword and said softly, "Nevin, we don't have to fight to settle things, you know." + +"Humph, I know that very well," Nevin's face twisted with rage and anger. "But it doesn't matter anymore. If I don't bring your head, then my head will roll down as a result." + +He added with a ruthless sneer, "At first, I was hesitating whether to kill myself over killing my brother when I got the order to bring your head, but your answers have made me realize you never treated me as your brother." + +"There is no need to hesitate anymore." He smiled ruthlessly and lunged forward toward Max. + +Max sighed. "Then so be it." His voice turned cold. + +Just then, Nevin's legs turned red with lightning, and he suddenly shot forward toward Max. + +"Storm Fang!" Nevin shouted and slashed at Max with his lightning-infused dagger. + +Max positioned himself and simply thrust his sword forward with both hands. + +Clang! + +The tip of his sword collided with Nevin's dagger, sending bursts of red lightning in all directions before a figure was pushed back several steps. + +The figure belonged to Nevin. He looked at Max, his eyes showing only shock. "How could you be this strong when you haven't even used a skill? And most importantly, my strength is at level 3, one level above you, so I shouldn't be losing this badly." + +Max shrugged. "You know me better than anyone, right? So you should know when it comes to combat, nobody in the academy comes close to me—and you are no exception." + +Nevin gritted his teeth in frustration. He once again zoomed toward Max with lightning in his legs. + +"Storm Fang!" + +He slashed his dagger at Max again, but this time, the dagger was aimed at Max's neck. + +Seeing the attack, Max just placed his sword in front of his neck. + +Clang! + +Lightning once again began to dance around as Nevin's dagger collided with Max's sword, but the sword in Max's hand didn't budge no matter how strongly Nevin pushed his dagger. + +"You are simply not my opponent, Nevin," Max said softly. + +"It doesn't matter," Nevin shouted and gulped down a red-colored pill. + +Just as he ate the pill, the red lightning around his dagger went berserk, sending countless tendrils of lightning all around the dagger. + +Bang! + +As a result, Max was sent flying back this time, though he managed to stabilize himself shortly after. + +"What did you do, Nevin?" Max asked, wide-eyed, seeing red lightning cover almost every part of Nevin's body. + +"I have just unlocked the full potential of my class," Nevin sneered darkly as he vanished from his position and appeared just before Max, swiping his dagger at him. + +Max reacted swiftly with an upward slash. + +Clang! + +Boom! + +The sword and the dagger collided, sending lightning flying in all directions before both Nevin and Max were pushed back by a resounding boom. + +"Damn, you really are a monster," Nevin said in frustration, seeing that even his full strength after awakening his full potential could only make him fight to a tie with Max. + +"Nevin, we don't need to fight," Max said softly, trying to persuade him. "We can think of a way where both of us would benefit. You tell me which organization is behind you, and I will think of a way to help you." + +"Hahahaha," Nevin laughed madly at Max's words. "You think I want help? You are wrong! What I want is your head." + +"Nevin, don't be stupid," Max scolded. "I know you better than anyone in this world. You came close to me because you wanted to kill me; I can't deny that. But along the way, you changed. You treated me like a brother in a way I couldn't. Therefore, I know this isn't what you want, and you are being forced to do all of this. So, please stop, Nevin; otherwise, it won't end well for you." + +"Hehehe," Nevin laughed, staring at Max with a mocking expression. "It won't end well for me? Don't tell me you are going to kill your best friend with your own hands?" + +Max stared at Nevin right in the eye and said sharply, "I won't be killing my best friend but an assassin who is after my life if I have to." + +"I see... I understand now," Nevin sneered as he realized something. "That's how you've been deluding yourself for the past two years. You made yourself believe that I am your friend and at the same time forced yourself to maintain an indifferent expression throughout the academy and everywhere you go." + +Nevin stared deeply at Max and continued, "You are either a two-faced bastard, or you have some serious problem in the head to live like that for two years straight, deluding yourself into thinking I am your friend." + +Max frowned deeply at Nevin's words, an unfamiliar wave of disgust rising within him. Yet, it wasn't Nevin himself he detested. No, the revulsion he felt was directed at the words—two-faced bastard, problem in the head. + +Something about those phrases stirred an inexplicable hatred deep in his core, a visceral rejection that gnawed at him from the depths of his being. It wasn't just irritation or annoyance; it was an intense, almost primal loathing that he couldn't quite understand, as though those words scratched at a scar buried deep within his soul. + +"Why the long face?" Nevin sneered. "Let me guess, my words made you question your beliefs? Or made you recall something?" + +"Yeah, something like that," Max said, looking at Nevin, and asked, "So you won't stop until you have my head?" + +"You are right. Only one of us can leave the dungeon alive," Nevin nodded with a sneer. "So, let me ask you, my friend, are you willing to trade your life for my well-being?" + +Max shook his head. "Sadly, I can't do that. I have many important things pending that I must do, so I can only give you a painless death if you will." + +"Good. Neither am I," Nevin laughed and appeared in front of Max with a lightning-shaped sword in his hand. + +Max narrowed his eyes at the sword. It appeared entirely made from red lightning condensed over the dagger Nevin was holding. + +"Die!" Nevin swung his lightning sword at Max vertically with a crazed expression on his face. + +Max positioned himself and just thrust his sword upward. + +Clang! + +The tip of his sword collided with the edge of Nevin's lightning sword. + +Bang! + +But only a moment later, Nevin was pushed back several steps, but this time Max followed. + +He used his skill Swift Dash and arrived before Nevin, who had just stopped. Max gripped his sword tightly with both hands before slashing diagonally at Nevin.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +Nevin, who hadn't even stabilized from their last encounter, could only bring his sword in front for defense. + +Clang! + +His lightning sword immediately broke and dissipated, and Nevin himself fell to the ground, blood seeping from his mouth. He was heavily injured. + +Max stared at Nevin lying on the ground and felt his heart writhe in pain. + +"Do it!" Nevin shouted with blood-red eyes. "Go ahead and kill me, Max." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-110.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-110.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3df4d0c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-110.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 110: A Date... Sort Of" +slug: "ch-110" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 110 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +At a bustling shopping mall, the vibrant display of clothing created a kaleidoscope of colors. Rows upon rows of garments, ranging from sleek modern outfits to traditional attire, were meticulously arranged on stands and racks. + +The air was filled with a buzz of activity as shoppers moved from one stand to another, their arms laden with options. + +Some held up outfits against their bodies, turning toward nearby mirrors with contemplative expressions, silently debating whether the attire suited them. + +Amid the lively crowd, two young figures stood out—a young man and a young woman, Max and Alice.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Alice’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she flitted from rack to rack, her fingers brushing against fabrics and occasionally holding up a dress to show Max. Her cheerful demeanor was infectious as she chattered about colors and styles. + +Max, on the other hand, followed behind with a resigned but amused look, occasionally giving a nod or a shrug when she sought his opinion. + +"I say, you’ve already bought three of them, isn’t that enough?" Max asked after some hesitation. + +Alice glared at him. "What do you mean enough? I haven’t even started yet." + +"More?" Max forced a warm smile and said, "Continue… continue." + +Alice sweetly smiled as she continued to look through her clothes. + +’Damn, we’ve been at this for two hours straight, and she’s only chosen three outfits.’ Max thought crying, though no tears came out. + +After buying another three sets of clothes for her, Alice nodded in satisfaction and turned to him. "Do you want to buy something?" she asked. + +Max wondered and nodded. "I’ll buy some casual clothes." + +"Alright." Alice clapped her hands, nodding. "I know a great place. Let’s go." She held Max’s hand as she led him through the crowd. + +Max was dragged to a new area in the shopping region, where many casual clothes for men and kids of his age were displayed on racks and mannequins. + +"I like this one and this one." Max chose two pieces he found interesting upon entering. One was a full black shirt, and the other was a dark red shirt with a white t-shirt underneath. Both were loose-fitting. + +Alice stared blankly at Max. + +"What?" Max asked, feeling the weight of her gaze. + +"How come you chose your clothes so fast?" Alice asked, her arms on her waist. + +Max shrugged, flashing a smirk. "It’s because no matter what clothes I wear, I know I’ll always look great." + +Alice pouted and said, "Fine. Just buy what you like." + +Max’s shoulders drooped as he noticed her making faces, wondering if he had said something wrong. + +Then, suddenly, it hit him, and he kind of understood. + +"How about you choose clothes for me?" Max asked. + +Alice turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "Really?" + +Max, seeing her expression, smiled confidently. "Of course. I’d love to wear clothes chosen by you." + +Alice nodded her head heavily as if agreeing with Max. "Then let me see some nice clothes for you." + +She flitted from one rack to another, her excitement gradually shifting to mild frustration. Each piece she picked up seemed to fall short of her expectations. The outer sections, middle aisles, and even the exclusive core displays—all were thoroughly inspected, yet none seemed to catch her eye. + +Max watched her with a mix of amusement and curiosity as she moved toward a quieter corner of the store, determined to find the perfect outfit. + +However non caught her attention. + +Just as she was about to sigh in defeat, her gaze landed on a set of clothing that instantly lit up her face. + +Hanging neatly on a pristine rack was a traditional-style blue shirt. + +Alice reached out, her fingers brushing against the soft material, and a smile bloomed on her face. "This… this is perfect!" she exclaimed, holding it up for Max to see. + +Max raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Looks like the search wasn’t in vain after all." + +After checking out, they left the mall and headed back to the Ember Heart Hall to eat something. + +As they ate their meals, Max wondered if he should ask her about any doctors but decided against it in the end. + +’She might overreact, knowing her,’ Max thought, and decided to check on a doctor on his own. + +Moreover, he didn’t think anything serious had happened to him because, if it had, he wouldn’t be doing so well and feeling so refreshed. + +As they ate, they talked about many things, but Max noticed that Alice strangely didn’t say anything about her flames or the dungeon break. Max didn’t ask her about those topics either. + +After a healthy meal, they were both full. + +Alice set her fork down, her smile soft but resolute. "I can’t contact you for this month, Max. I’ll be focusing entirely on my preparation to level up to Apprentice Rank." + +Max paused mid-bite, caught off guard by her sudden declaration. "Why the sudden rush? Did something happen?" + +Alice leaned back in her chair, her smile brightening as she explained. "Do you remember the Guild Summit I mentioned before? It’s been rescheduled because of last week’s incident. The new date is next month." + +Max nodded slowly as he recalled the topic. "Oh, right. I forgot about that. What’s different about this summit?" + +Alice’s tone turned serious but retained a hint of excitement. "This time, the first day is reserved for the leaders of the five top guilds to hold a private meeting. But the second day? That’s when it gets interesting. Geniuses at the Apprentice Rank and Adept Rank will be welcomed to participate." + +Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward slightly. "And, there’s going to be a chance to comprehend an aura." + +Max’s expression shifted, his interest piqued. "An aura?" His voice carried a mix of surprise and eagerness. He had been attempting to increase his mastery over his auras for months without success. + +Alice nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. The ancestors of the five major guilds had discovered an ancient structure—a temple, actually. We call it the Temple of Divine. Only those from the five major guilds are granted access, and it’s considered one of their greatest treasures." + +Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel.com + +She smiled as she continued, her excitement infectious. "In the temple, people can either comprehend a new aura or deepen the mastery of one they’ve already cultivated. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for most." + +Max leaned back in his chair, a small grin forming. "That’s incredible. I’ve been meaning to improve my aura mastery for a while now. This might just be the push I need." + +Alice nodded, her expression both determined and supportive. "Exactly. But to make the most of it, I need to focus. No distractions for the next month, Max. Not even from you." + +Max smirked. "Don’t worry. Train in peace. I won’t disturb you." + +Alice laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. "It’s only a month. Just don’t get into too much trouble." + +"I make no promises," Max teased, raising his hands. + +Following their talk, they parted ways. + +Max headed straight to his house, his mind occupied with various thoughts. + +Sitting in his bed, his hand on his chin as he made his plans. ’Tomorrow morning, I will head out to meet the Thorne Family first,’ he decided as he entered the dimension of time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1100.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1100.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c55aaf5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1100.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1094: Magical Effect of the Meat" +slug: "ch-1100" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1100 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1362 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I know I can," Max answered calmly, his voice resolute. His body responded at once, arcs of red lightning bursting across his form. He called upon the Storm King’s Inheritance, invoking both Heaven’s Wraith and Extreme Speed simultaneously. + +The cavern quaked under the sudden release of power, cracks spreading across the stone floor beneath him as his aura roared outward. Yet even with this overwhelming force coursing through his body, he found the pressure too heavy. His arms trembled, his body strained, but he still could not rise. + +’Infernal Demon Transformation!’ Max’s thought cut through the haze of struggle. His body instantly shifted, radiating a dark and terrible aura. His hair bled into a deep crimson shade, his eyes blazed with a dark red glow, and an ominous wave of energy erupted outward like the breath of a demon lord. The air grew heavier, suffocating with the sheer malevolence of the transformation. + +Nina’s eyes widened in horror. Evan stiffened, his heartbeat pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Both of them felt a primal fear ignite in their chests, as though their very souls recoiled from the energy Max now radiated. They had faced terrifying beings before, but never had they felt an aura so suffused with evil, so raw and suffocating that it made their instincts scream. + +Yet Max remained calm within the storm of his transformation. His gaze stayed locked on the meat, his will unwavering. + +Trying to sit up, Max poured the full force of all his transformations into his body. The golden glow of his Dragon Scales shimmered faintly beneath the red arcs of lightning from the Storm King’s Inheritance. The crimson aura of the Infernal Demon Transformation coiled around him like waves of fire, making the very air quiver. + +Power surged violently through his veins, every muscle straining as though it were about to snap. The stone beneath him cracked and splintered, unable to withstand the raw pressure he released in his effort to move. + +Slowly, painfully, his body lifted. His back arched, his shoulders pushed forward, and inch by inch he forced himself into a seated position. The weight pressing him down fought against every motion, trying to pin him flat to the ground again, but Max’s strength and willpower overwhelmed it. By the time he finally managed to sit upright, his breath was heavy, his aura raging like a storm contained within the cave. + +Evan and Nina watched in silent shock. Their own bodies remained glued to the stone, their limbs useless under the oppressive force. They could not even lift their hands, let alone raise themselves to sit. + +For them, the pressure was unbearable, and the thought of resisting it was nothing short of impossible. To see Max not only resist it but force himself upright left them stunned. His power was not just higher than theirs—it was on an entirely different stage. + +Max glanced at them briefly, then turned his gaze toward the thick slab of meat that the giant had placed in front of him. He reached forward with trembling fingers, his scaled hand closing around the warm flesh. + +The aroma rose sharply as he lifted it, rich and strange, carrying a faint metallic tang mixed with something savory. For a moment, he studied it with narrowed eyes, as though trying to understand the intent behind the gift. + +Then, without hesitation, he bit into it. His sharp teeth tore through the dense meat with ease, and the flavor spread across his tongue. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before. The meat was tender, yet it carried an otherworldly energy that burned faintly as it slid down his throat. + +It was not just food—it was filled with power. Each mouthful spread warmth through his body, seeping into his muscles and bones like invisible currents of energy. + +He chewed slowly, savoring the taste and gauging its effects. His aura rippled faintly as the energy within the meat began to mingle with his own, sinking into his core. It was nourishment, but it was also a test, perhaps even a step within the trial. + +Nina and Evan could only stare as Max continued to eat, the glow of power around him intensifying with every bite. They had thought of the meat as food to stave off hunger, but now they could feel it radiating energy even from where they lay. Whatever its purpose, it was not ordinary. + +Max finished his first mouthful and looked at the meat again. His eyes sharpened, thoughtful and calm. "So this is what you wanted us to do," he muttered softly before taking another bite. + +He could feel it clearly. The pressure that had been crushing his body moments ago was no longer the same. It was fading at a rate so fast it startled even him. To put it in the right words, it was not that the weight pressing down on him had lessened, but that the meat he was eating carried such a profound magic that it was forcing his body to adapt to the pressure of the cave at a rate visible to the eye. + +With every bite, the energy within the meat spread through his veins like a blazing current. His muscles trembled at first, but soon they steadied. His bones, which had felt like they were on the verge of breaking, now hardened against the invisible weight. The suffocating heaviness around his chest loosened, and his breathing grew easier. + +Max could sense his entire being shifting to accept what had seemed unbearable before. + +A thought formed in his mind with perfect clarity. If he finished this slab of meat, he would be able to move freely inside the cave with only his Dragon Scales Transformation and the full power of his one thousand Draconic Essences. He would no longer need to call upon the Storm King’s inheritance or the Infernal Demon Transformation. + +And so he continued to eat in silence. Bite after bite, he devoured the strange but nourishing meat while Nina and Evan watched him with wide eyes. To them, it was beyond comprehension. They were still pinned helplessly to the ground, unable to move a finger, and yet Max was calmly eating as though the pressure no longer mattered. + +It took only a few minutes before the slab was gone. Max placed his hand on his chest, exhaling slowly as he closed his eyes. Extending his Three Dimensional Body, he carefully sensed the world around him. The weight pressing against his limbs was still there, but it had been reduced to such a degree that it no longer threatened to bury him. His body had accepted it, absorbed it, and reshaped itself to endure it. + +He let go of the Infernal Demon Transformation, the dark red aura fading away. The crackling arcs of the Storm King’s inheritance also vanished, leaving only the golden glow of his Dragon Scales Transformation. Even without those extreme powers, he felt steady. His body remained upright in the sitting position, no longer trembling under the burden. + +A small smile touched his lips as he slowly rose to his feet. His scaled form gleamed faintly in the dim light of the cavern, his movements smooth and controlled. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his arms, and flexed his fingers, savoring the freedom. "It feels good to finally move around," he said calmly. + +Both Nina and Evan were stunned. Only moments ago, they had seen him struggle desperately just to sit. Now he was standing tall, stretching casually as though the cave’s pressure was nothing at all. Their minds could only reach one conclusion—the meat was the reason. + +Max turned to them, his expression calm but certain. "Try whatever means you have to eat the meat," he said. "It is magical. Once you do, you should be able to move as well." + +Nina and Evan exchanged a look, then nodded firmly. They did not doubt his words. + +With that, Max gave them one last glance before turning toward the mouth of the cave. His steps were firm and steady as he walked forward, and a moment later he stepped out into the strange world beyond. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1101.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1101.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f727e1c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1101.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1095: A Village of Giant Dwarves" +slug: "ch-1101" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1101 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1105 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Arriving outside the cave, Max was met with a sight that immediately captured his attention. Spread out before him was a small village unlike any he had seen before. The structures were not delicate or refined but solid, built for endurance rather than beauty. + +The houses were carved from massive boulders, packed with layers of brick and hardened earth that gave them the look of fortresses rather than homes. Their walls were thick and uneven, yet they radiated a sense of permanence, as though they had stood there for countless generations without yielding to time. + +The village was arranged in a broad circular pattern. The largest dwellings stood near the center, their roofs curving slightly inward as if shaped to bear the immense weight of stone. Surrounding these were smaller houses, still immense compared to anything Max had ever seen, lined neatly in rings that spread outward. + +Pathways made of pressed earth and fragments of rock connected each home, and though they were wide, they still seemed narrow when compared to the size of the beings that walked them. + +All around, giant dwarves moved about with deliberate steps. Their sheer size made the entire village feel smaller than it truly was, yet their presence was not chaotic. Some carried bundles of stone or wood across their broad shoulders, others worked with massive hammers and chisels at blocks of rock, shaping them for construction. A few sat near fire pits where slabs of meat, larger than a human’s torso, roasted slowly. + +Max noticed how they were clothed. Each giant dwarf wore garments woven from thick cloth and leather, bound with belts of bronze or iron. Their clothes were not extravagant, but they were practical, designed for both durability and movement. + +Many had long braided beards, some bound with metal rings, while others wore simple bands across their foreheads carved with symbols that glowed faintly in the light. + +Despite their size, the village carried a sense of order and discipline. The air was filled with deep, resonant sounds—the pounding of hammers on stone, the rumble of footsteps, and the occasional murmur of voices too low for Max to make out clearly. Smoke rose slowly from several hearths, curling into the violet-tinged sky above the wasteland. + +Max stood still for a moment, taking in the entirety of the village. It was clear that this place was not a temporary settlement but the heart of a community that had lived here for generations. These giant dwarves were not wild beasts, but an organized people with their own culture, their own way of life, and their own trials. + +Just then one of the towering dwarves turned his head and spotted Max standing at the mouth of the cave. The giant’s heavy steps carried him forward quickly, and soon he stood before Max, his massive frame casting a long shadow over him. His ember-like eyes widened slightly, and his deep voice rumbled with surprise. "Human, you are awake!" + +Max inclined his head in acknowledgment. "I am awake, but you sound surprised," he replied calmly. His gaze sharpened as he recognized the dwarf. "Aren’t you the one who gave us the pieces of meat?" It was the same giant he had seen in the cave, the one who had silently placed food before them. + +"Call me Etor," the dwarf said, his tone steady but curious. His massive arms folded across his chest before he continued. "Yes, I was the one who gave you meat. Usually, when humans stumble into our settlement—and it happens every few years—it takes them three or four pieces of meat before they can even begin to adapt to the pressure of our village. But you, human, you managed it with just one piece." + +"I see," Max answered, his expression thoughtful. His mind moved quickly, trying to make sense of what Etor said. He wondered if the reason was tied to his own body. His dragon scales and his one thousand Draconic Essences had already been adapting to the immense pressure. Perhaps the meat had accelerated the process, fusing with his body’s natural resilience and allowing him to withstand what should have crushed him completely. + +Etor watched him in silence for a moment before his voice rumbled again. "Human, follow me. I will take you to the village chief." + +"The village chief?" Max raised his brows slightly, curiosity sparking in his eyes. A leader of beings like these must hold authority and strength worth seeing. Maybe he would know about the trial and opportunities about this place for him. "Very well. Lead the way." + +Etor gave a single nod and turned, his enormous frame moving with surprising control despite its size. His footsteps shook the ground, but they were measured, almost ceremonial in rhythm. + +Max followed behind, his eyes darting from side to side as he took in the strange village of the giant dwarves. The stone houses, the fire pits, the smiths pounding at rock, and the deep rumbling voices all blended together into a world both alien and ancient. + +Step by step, guided by Etor, Max was being led deeper into the heart of the village. + +Etor led Max away from the main circle of the village and into an area that resembled a great open courtyard, almost like a backyard hidden behind the central dwellings. The ground here was firmer, stamped flat by the countless heavy footsteps of the giants who gathered often in this place. + +Several giant dwarves stood around, their voices deep and resonant as they spoke and laughed among themselves. Their words were incomprehensible to Max, yet the tones carried a sense of camaraderie, a bond forged through centuries of shared life. + +At the center of the yard stood a massive fire pit. Flames licked upward from it, and upon the iron supports rested a cauldron so vast it could have served as a pond for ordinary humans. Inside, a stew boiled steadily, sending up thick white steam laced with a rich and savory aroma. Max immediately recognized the smell—it was the same as the meat he had eaten in the cave, warm and dense with energy. + +As Etor approached with Max at his side, the other dwarves fell quiet. Their ember-colored eyes shifted toward the human, curiosity etched on their faces. It was not common for them to see humans walking this freely. + +Usually, those who entered the village required three or four pieces of the enchanted meat before their bodies adapted enough to rise. This one had managed it with a single piece, and that alone set him apart. Their murmurs carried both surprise and disbelief, though no one stepped forward. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1102.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1102.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a30b60b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1102.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1096: Village Chief Igris" +slug: "ch-1102" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1102 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1120 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Village Chief," Etor rumbled respectfully as he stopped before the largest figure among them. He inclined his massive head in deference. "This is one of the three humans who arrived in our settlement this time." + +The figure that turned to face Max was older than the others, his presence heavier and more commanding. His hair was long, white as polished bone, and his beard flowed down to his chest, braided with rings of dull silver. His frame was immense even by the standards of his kind, though he carried himself with a solemn dignity rather than brute strength. By human reckoning, his face resembled a man in his sixties, yet his eyes betrayed an age that stretched far beyond. + +Those eyes locked onto Max, and the weight of the gaze was immediate. It felt sharper than the pressure of the cave, piercing through his defenses as though every secret of his body lay bare. Max’s heart tightened, and for the first time since entering the wasteland, a chill ran down his spine. + +The village chief’s voice came low and calm, but it carried an authority that silenced even the murmuring giants around him. "A dragon bloodline," he said after a moment, his gaze unmoving. "A divine bloodline of elves. And within you, a mass of energy as dark and violent as the devils themselves." + +He straightened slowly, his expression unreadable as his words settled over the gathering. "Not bad," he continued, his tone unchanging. "You are barely qualified enough for this trial." + +Max felt his breath quicken at the words of the old giant. Every secret he had buried within himself had been spoken aloud as if they were nothing more than open pages in a book. His dragon bloodline, the divine bloodline of elves, and the infernal energy—none of it had remained hidden. + +For the first time since stepping into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, he felt a subtle edge of fear. The village chief was not like the others. His presence was not only heavier but sharper, more dangerous. He was a being who could see through the deepest layers of another’s existence. + +"What is your name, human?" the old giant asked at last, his voice rumbling like stone grinding against stone. His tone was calm, but it carried an authority that left no space for hesitation. "You may call me Chief Igris." + +"I am Max," he replied simply, his voice steady though his chest still carried the weight of unease. + +"Max, hmm," Chief Igris murmured, as though rolling the name across his thoughts. He gave a single slow nod before turning toward the other giant dwarves gathered around the fire. His deep voice carried across the courtyard with effortless command. "Bring out some meat. Give our guest Max more to eat." + +At once, one of the giants moved toward the fire pit. He carried a ladle larger than a human’s torso and dipped it into the boiling cauldron at the center. Steam rose in heavy waves, carrying with it the same intoxicating aroma that Max had smelled earlier. + +With practiced movements, the giant pulled out a thick slab of meat, dripping with juices that hissed as they met the cooler air. He placed it carefully onto a stone plate and carried it toward Max, the ground quaking faintly with each of his strides. + +The slab was set down before Max with deliberate care, the rich scent filling the air between them. It radiated warmth and energy, far stronger than the piece he had eaten earlier. Max could feel it even without touching it, a pulse of life and power that seeped into the surroundings like waves rippling across water. + +"Eat," Chief Igris said, his eyes fixed on Max. "Let your body accept our land fully. Only then will you be prepared for what is to come." + +Max looked down at the steaming meat, then back up at the old chief. He gave a short nod. He understood well enough—this was no act of kindness. This was part of the trial, another step forward, and he had no choice but to accept it. + +And with that, Max lowered his head slightly and began to eat the slab of meat that had been placed before him. The taste was rich and heavy, the texture soft yet brimming with strange energy. + +The moment it entered his body, he felt as though every vein and muscle was being filled with endless strength. It surged through him like a river breaking through a dam, boundless in its flow, spreading to every corner of his being. The oppressive weight pressing down on him weakened once again, fading away with every bite he took. + +When the last of the meat was gone, Max sat silently for a moment, sensing the changes. His body pulsed with power, and he realized something startling. He no longer needed the golden glow of his Dragon Scales Transformation or the force of his one thousand Draconic Essences to hold himself steady. + +He released them both, allowing their power to retreat into his core. The glow dimmed, the crackling aura stilled. + +But the moment he let them go, his knee hit the ground. One leg bent under the pressure, pressing him into a half-kneeling position. His breath quickened, and he understood instantly. His body had adapted further, yes, but not fully. He needed more of this meat to completely withstand the crushing environment of the village. + +"Eat some more," Chief Igris said. A faint smile tugged at the old giant’s lips as he motioned with one hand. The same dwarf who had served him earlier stepped forward, carrying another slab of steaming meat. The aroma filled the air once again as it was placed before Max. + +Without hesitation, Max picked it up and bit down, swallowing large pieces with sharp, deliberate motions. He wasted no time chewing slowly or questioning the act. The energy within the meat flowed into him like molten fire, spreading deeper than before, fusing with his bones and marrow. His shoulders straightened, his legs steadied, and the weight that had bent him moments ago slipped away like mist under sunlight. + +When he finished, he exhaled slowly. For the first time since he had stepped foot into the violet wasteland, he felt truly free. The invisible shackles that had held him down since entering this part of the trial were gone. His body felt unrestrained, as though he were standing back on his own world with nothing binding him. + +He stretched his arms once, the movements smooth and unhindered, and the relief was almost overwhelming. + +His eyes lifted to meet Chief Igris’s gaze. "About the trial," Max said at last, his voice steady. "What is this trial?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1103.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1103.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db5ee35 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1103.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1097: Ultimate Stage of Body Cultivation" +slug: "ch-1103" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1103 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1149 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"The trial is something that is of great importance, not only to me and the village but to you as well," Chief Igris said, his voice calm and heavy, carrying the weight of authority. "But you are simply not ready for it yet." + +Max frowned, his brows knitting together. "What do you mean?" he asked, his tone cautious. + +Chief Igris studied him for a moment, his ember-like eyes glowing faintly. Then he asked a question that struck Max like a hammer. "Do you know what is the ultimate stage of body cultivation?" + +"The ultimate stage?" Max repeated in thought, his mind spinning. He had never once considered such a question. He knew the basics, that there were three paths of cultivation: the path of the body, the path of energy, and the path of the soul. He himself walked all three, though imperfectly. But the idea of an ultimate stage, of the pinnacle that lay at the end of each path, had never once crossed his mind. Perhaps it was because he was still too weak to even see that far ahead. Or perhaps those truths were hidden because they were too distant from the reach of most cultivators. + +Chief Igris could see his hesitation clearly and spoke again, his deep voice steady. "There is an ultimate stage for everything in this world. The body, the energy within, and the soul itself each have their own peak, their own perfection. Today, I will tell you of the body, of physique cultivation." + +He paused briefly, his gaze turning distant, as though recalling eras long past. "In the ancient times, when the path of body cultivation was at its peak, there were experts whose very flesh defied the heavens. Their bones were harder than divine steel, their blood coursed like rivers of molten fire, and their muscles carried strength beyond comprehension. With nothing but their physical form, they could shatter clusters of stars. With a mere flick of their fingers, they could extinguish thousands of planets. They were living calamities, beings whose bodies alone rivaled armies and legacies." + +His expression hardened as he went on. "But that era is gone. Long, long ago, the path of body cultivation fell into decline. Perhaps it was jealousy from those who walked the paths of energy and soul, or perhaps it was the natural balance of the cosmos correcting itself. Whatever the reason, body cultivators became rarer, their techniques forgotten, their legacies buried. Now, in all of the Divine Realm, among the countless nine billion worlds, one would scarcely find a single expert who can compare to those titans of the ancient era." + +Max listened in silence, the weight of the words sinking deep into him. He had heard tales of power before, of gods and devils who could split mountains or boil oceans, but this was something far beyond. The idea of a single body collapsing stars was almost unimaginable, yet the way Chief Igris spoke left no room for doubt. + +The giant’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying him again. "This is why I said you are not ready. To even begin the trial, you must first understand the path you are walking. The trial you face is not simply a test of survival. It is tied to the legacy of body cultivation itself. Only those who can endure the weight of that legacy may continue forward." + +Max felt his pulse quicken. For the first time, he sensed that what lay ahead was not just a challenge but a gateway to knowledge buried since the dawn of eras. + +"There are two main stages of body cultivation," Chief Igris continued, his deep voice echoing across the courtyard where the giant dwarves had fallen silent to listen. His eyes remained fixed on Max as he spoke. "The first has been lost since the ancient eras, the true final stage of body cultivation. It has never been rediscovered and remains beyond reach even now. The second, which still lingers faintly in the records of time, is the penultimate stage. It is known as the Seven Divine Veins. This stage is not the end, but it is the threshold that prepares one for the final stage." + +His tone grew heavier as he elaborated. "The Seven Divine Veins mark a transformation of the body where a cultivator forges seven channels within themselves, not of energy but of flesh and marrow. Once opened, these veins circulate raw essence in a way that defies the natural order. They are said to grant a body that can rival stars in durability and mountains in strength. But such a stage is not something the humans of this era can easily achieve. It requires not just strength but a foundation that few possess in this age." + +Chief Igris’s gaze shifted slightly, as though addressing not only Max but all the giants gathered. "In the cosmos, humans are seen as the most average of all races. They are praised for nothing in particular. Demons are known for their raw and terrifying strength. Elves are revered for their purity and their mastery over energy. My people, the dwarves, are blessed with deep knowledge and unmatched skill in craft. Across the worlds, countless other races hold their own unique gifts, their own blessings, their own foundations. But the human race has none." + +He leaned forward slightly, his great white beard swaying with the motion. "Humans specialize in nothing. That is the consensus shared across the Divine Realm and beyond. They are average in body, in energy, and in soul. That is why the other races mock them and why they are often treated as beneath notice." + +Then his tone shifted, carrying a note of reverence. "But therein lies their true potential. Unlike other races, humans are not bound to one path. Their destiny is not predetermined. A demon cannot abandon its strength, an elf cannot sever its bond with purity and energy, a dwarf cannot cast aside knowledge. Yet a human can walk whichever path they choose. They can cultivate the body, pursue energy, or master the soul. They can even walk all three together if their will and foundation are strong enough. That is what makes the human race special." + +The old chief’s eyes glowed faintly as his words sank deep into Max. "It is not because you are gifted in one thing that you are unique. It is because you are free to be anything." + +Max’s mind churned at Chief Igris’s words. He fixed his gaze on the old dwarf and asked in a low voice, "Are you saying it was humans who reached the ultimate stage of body cultivation in the ancient times?" + +Chief Igris shook his head slowly, his white beard swaying with the movement. "No. That honor belongs to the Primordial Race, the strongest race of the Divine Realm in the ancient era, and even now they remain unmatched in their foundation." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1104.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1104.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f6872b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1104.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1098: Balance of the three stats" +slug: "ch-1104" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1104 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1262 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Primordial Race?" Max’s eyes widened in shock. His thoughts immediately flew to the Tower of Truth, to the being he had met there. The owner of the tower was from the Primordial Race as well. He had never expected to hear their name echo within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, much less spoken with such weight. According to Chief Igris, the Primordial Race was the strongest race not only in the ancient times but also in the present. + +"Hm." Chief Igris nodded gravely. "The Primordial Race is still the strongest race in the Divine Realm. Yet even they cannot reach what their ancestors once attained. The final stage of body cultivation was lost long ago, and not even the modern Primordial Race can reclaim it. It remains beyond their grasp." + +Max frowned deeply, his mind restless. "Then what does this have to do with humans? Are you saying humans can achieve something that even the Primordial Race of this era cannot?" + +A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Chief Igris’s mouth. "That is not exactly what I mean. The Primordial Race and the human race share more in common than most would ever realize. Their appearance, their adaptability, their essence—there are countless similarities. In fact, there are times when a primordial is mistaken for a human, and a human mistaken for a primordial, even within the Divine Realm itself. I cannot say why this resemblance exists, but I know this. The potential of the human race has never been fully understood. It has never been fully explored." + +He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as though peering into Max’s very soul. "Especially someone like you. You are not ordinary. You carry the bloodline of a true dragon, a foundation that strengthens your body beyond the limits of mortals. If there is a human alive who can walk the path of body cultivation to its furthest depths, who can push it to stand equal with the might of the Primordials of the ancient era, it would be you. Only you have that chance. Only you can do it." + +Max felt his breath catch in his throat. The words of the old dwarf carried no exaggeration, only conviction, and the weight of them pressed down on him heavier than the violet wasteland itself. + +Max’s brows furrowed deeply. His voice came out low, almost doubtful. "You mean I can walk the path of body cultivation and reach the ultimate stage of it?" It felt absurd to even say the words out loud. Even the Primordial Race of today could not achieve that stage. What chance could he, a mere human, possibly have? + +Chief Igris’s sharp gaze fixed on him, reading the hesitation across his face with ease. "It will be difficult," he said slowly, each word heavy with certainty. "In fact, it will be the hardest thing you will ever attempt in your life. But before I guide you any further, I must ask—do you truly want to walk this path? It is filled with dangers. It will not be smooth. You may reach depths so dark that you will not know if you can rise again. And even if you endure, it may come at the cost of slowing down your path of energy cultivation when you enter the Divine Realm." + +"What do you mean?" Max asked, his frown deepening. His heart told him he wanted this. He had always relied on his physical strength since the day he awakened. His body had been one of his strongest trump cards, a pillar of his survival. If there was truly a structured path for body cultivation, he wanted to walk it. Yet Chief Igris’s warning about slowing his energy cultivation gave him pause.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +Chief Igris folded his hands behind his back as he explained. "Understand this clearly. Physique, Energy, and Soul. These three are the foundation of all life. They are the three pillars upon which every being is built. Most races are specialized in one of these. Demons, for example, are born with powerful physiques. Elves are born with unmatched purity and control of energy. Certain races are blessed with natural affinity toward the soul. They grow on one pillar, and the others simply follow at their own pace." + +His expression turned serious. "But when a being tries to walk all three paths together, balance becomes the greatest challenge. There will come a point where one pillar outpaces the others. If your body grows stronger than your energy and soul, then eventually your body cultivation will slow until your soul and energy catch up. If your soul becomes too refined while your body lags, your soul will be unable to progress further until the other two catches up. The same applies to energy. This balance is a law of existence itself." + +He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle. "In the mortal worlds, this law is vague. It can be bent, even ignored to an extent. But in the Divine Realm, the law becomes strict and unyielding. There, no one escapes it." + +Max felt his heart sink at the explanation. The clarity with which Chief Igris spoke left no room for doubt. Walking all three paths was possible, but it demanded balance, a balance harder to maintain the further one advanced. + +Chief Igris’s sharp eyes locked on him again. "Now that you know this truth, I will ask you once more. Are you willing to walk the path of body cultivation, knowing the burden it will place on your journey?" + +Max fell into deep silence. Chief Igris’s words echoed in his mind again and again. The balance of physique, energy, and soul. The danger of slowing down his progress if he walked too far ahead in one path. The truth that the Divine Realm would not forgive imbalance the way the mortal worlds did. All of it pressed down on him heavily, yet he forced himself to weigh it calmly. + +He remembered every battle where his raw physical strength had saved him. He recalled the crushing jaws of beasts that he had pried open with sheer force, the blades of enemies that had failed to pierce his body, the countless times he had stood his ground against foes much stronger than himself because his body could endure what their energy and skills could not. His physical strength was more than a weapon; it was a foundation, a shield, and a pillar that had allowed him to keep moving forward. + +Slowly, Max exhaled. His gaze steadied and his eyes grew firm. "I want to walk the path of body cultivation," he said clearly. His voice did not tremble. It carried conviction that could not be shaken. + +He knew all the risks after Chief Igris had explained them. He understood that by choosing this path he was taking on an even greater burden. But even with all of that, he could not let go of it. Physical strength had always been one of his greatest trump cards, and he would not abandon it. He could not afford to. The battles he had faced until now had shown him that sometimes brute force was the only answer. If this path could raise his body to levels beyond imagination, then no matter the price, he wanted it. + +Chief Igris studied him carefully. The old dwarf’s eyes gleamed as if measuring Max’s resolve. When he saw that there was no hesitation left, he gave a small nod. His beard shifted as he let out a low hum of approval, but his expression remained unreadable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1105.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1105.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f0bbf04 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1105.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1099: Strange Black Cube" +slug: "ch-1105" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1105 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1077 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Good," Chief Igris said with a firm nod, his deep voice rumbling like rolling stone. He cast a sharp glance at Max before turning and striding away, his heavy steps shaking the ground. "Now follow me." + +Max fell in line behind him without hesitation, his curiosity piqued. + +The two of them moved across the wasteland, the terrain gradually shifting as they neared a looming volcano in the distance. The violet ground gave way to hues of red and black, scorched earth carrying the scent of sulfur and ash. + +Rivers of faint lava could be seen trickling down the volcano’s slopes, their light reflecting off jagged stone like veins of molten fire. The air itself seemed to grow hotter with every step. + +Finally, they reached a clearing where several giant dwarves were stationed, their massive figures looming like sentinels. Max’s eyes, however, were immediately drawn to the strange objects scattered across the area. + +Large black cubes stood planted in the ground, their obsidian surfaces absorbing the fiery glow of the volcano as if swallowing light itself. They resembled the battle cubes he had seen in his own world, but the size was vastly different. Each one matched the height and width of the giant dwarves themselves, and to Max that meant these blocks were massive, almost intimidating. + +As they approached, Max could not help but wonder why Chief Igris had brought him to this place. The cubes radiated an oppressive stillness, as though they were waiting for something. + +"Try moving one of these black cubes," Chief Igris said, his tone firm and instructive. His gaze never left Max as he gestured at the nearest block. + +Max gave the giant dwarf a questioning look but did not argue. Stepping forward, he placed his hand against the cube’s cold surface. The moment his fingers touched it, he felt its density. The material was solid beyond comprehension, as though it had been carved from the bones of the earth itself. + +’It’s tough for sure,’ Max thought, pressing his palm more firmly against it. + +Gathering some strength into his arm, he pushed lightly, expecting at least a small shift. To his surprise, the cube did not budge in the slightest. It stood rooted in place as if it were part of the ground itself. + +Max drew back slightly, his brows furrowing. "What is this made of?" he asked, astonished. Even without activating his Draconic Essences, his physical strength was nothing ordinary. For an object to resist him so completely unsettled him. + +The cube stood silently, absorbing his failed attempt as though mocking the effort. + +"Should I try everything or just physical strength?" Max asked, turning toward Chief Igris, his expression composed but his eyes carrying the weight of curiosity. + +Chief Igris gave a faint smile, the corners of his mouth twitching upward with the confidence of someone who already knew the answer. "You can do whatever you want," he said, his deep voice rumbling like a hammer striking stone. + +Max nodded once and stepped forward again. This time, black flames erupted around his right fist, blazing fiercely as the air around him trembled under the pressure. These were no ordinary flames. They were the fire of his bloodline, the black flames of a true dragon, enhanced further only months ago when their quality had ascended to a higher level. + +Drawing in his focus, he condensed every flicker of flame into his hand until it pulsed with destructive power. Then, with a sharp motion, he drove his fist into the black cube. + +Bang! + +The impact cracked the ground beneath his feet, the sound echoing loudly in the barren field. Yet when the dust settled, the cube stood untouched. It did not shake, it did not tilt, it did not show even the faintest mark. The flames that should have scorched the heavens themselves vanished instantly, sucked into the cube’s surface as though they had never existed. + +Max’s eyes widened. "What? It swallowed my black flames!" His voice carried his disbelief. + +Needing confirmation, he summoned the flames once more. A swirling inferno rose along his arm, but when he pressed his burning hand against the cube’s surface, the fire was consumed in an instant, disappearing into its depths without leaving a trace. It was as if the cube devoured the essence of his flames, rendering them meaningless. + +Max’s heart raced as he stared at the obsidian block, his thoughts in turmoil. The black flames were the pride of his lineage, fire born of dragons, fire meant to dominate all others. Yet this lifeless cube had swallowed them as if they were a mere candle snuffed by the wind. + +He refused to stop there. Gritting his teeth, he summoned his purple flames, letting them surge into his hand until they glowed with brilliance. These flames carried an entirely different nature, yet when his blazing palm touched the cube, the result was the same. The purple fire was drawn into the stone, consumed without resistance, leaving only cold silence where the flames had been. + +Max’s face froze in astonishment. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, shaken. He had expected resistance or suppression, but not this absolute devouring of his flames. To see both the black and purple flames—each cultivated and perfected—snuffed out so easily unsettled him deeply. + +As his mind raced, Chief Igris’s voice cut through the tension. "Only physical strength will work on these cubes," he said evenly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. His calmness contrasted with Max’s surprise, as though this revelation was nothing new to him. + +"Only physical strength?" Max repeated with a slight frown, his voice carrying a note of disbelief. To test it further, he allowed blue lightning to crackle across his hand, arcs of energy dancing wildly around his fingers. He pressed his palm firmly against the surface of the black cube. The lightning vanished in an instant, drawn into the cube’s depths without a trace, just as the flames had been before. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he summoned another force. His hand shifted again, this time blazing with red lightning, the legacy of the Storm King’s inheritance. Red lightning roared to life, its violent nature far more destructive than his blue lightning, capable of tearing apart fortresses and storming through battlefields. + +Yet the moment his hand touched the cube, the red lightning too was devoured. The crackling brilliance was extinguished completely, leaving nothing but the cold surface of the black cube beneath his palm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1106.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1106.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..41cc3c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1106.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1100: Only Physical Strength!" +slug: "ch-1106" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1106 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1154 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped back slightly, his lips tightening. The red lightning was one of his strongest means of destruction, a trump card against even the mightiest enemies, but here it was useless. The cube had not only nullified it, but swallowed it whole, leaving behind a silence that felt oppressive. + +At that moment, Chief Igris spoke, his deep voice steady and calm. "The origin of these black cubes is unknown," he said, his eyes gleaming faintly with something like reverence. "But what is known is that these cubes are the toughest material in the entire universe." + +He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "And strangely, nothing can cut them. Nothing can break them. No element, no energy, no weapon has ever managed to damage them." + +Max raised his eyebrows, his calm expression shifting slightly into surprise. The ability of the cubes to swallow lightning and flames had already hinted at an unusual nature, but to hear that they were considered the toughest material in existence made him reconsider their significance entirely. ’If these blocks cannot be damaged by anything except brute force, then their mystery runs deeper than I thought.’ + +"That means I can only use my physical strength to push this black cube?" Max asked, his voice quiet but firm as he turned to Chief Igris. + +"That is the only way," Chief Igris confirmed with a solemn nod. His heavy features betrayed no doubt, only certainty born of experience. + +Max gave a slight nod, his expression tightening as determination flashed in his eyes. A moment later, his one thousand Draconic Essences stirred awake inside his body. It was as though a dam had burst. Raw power surged through his veins like a flood, filling every muscle, every tendon, and every bone with crushing strength. + +The ground beneath him cracked and splintered as his aura flared, unable to contain the violent force coursing through him. + +Slowly, he placed both palms against the cold surface of the black cube. He braced his legs, inhaled deeply, and began to push. His body strained instantly, the sheer resistance of the cube meeting his strength as though he were attempting to move a mountain fused into the earth itself. + +His arms bulged, veins wriggling and pulsing along his shoulders and chest as the full force of his Draconic Essences roared within him. His face twisted with effort, and his teeth clenched tightly as the raw weight of his unleashed strength pressed against the unyielding cube. His skin glowed faintly from the force rushing through him, and his aura erupted outward, distorting the very air. + +But the cube did not move. + +Not even a fraction of an inch. + +Max gritted his teeth harder, and with a sharp exhale, he pushed again, this time drawing upon every ounce of strength his one thousand Draconic Essences provided. His veins writhed violently as though alive, crawling beneath his skin from the pressure. + +His muscles swelled with monstrous force, cracks forming on the earth around him as the ground sank under the weight of his effort. Yet the cube remained immovable, silent and cold, ignoring the storm of power unleashed upon it. + +Sweat formed along Max’s forehead and dripped down his temples. His entire body trembled from the force he exerted, but the black cube did not even tremble in response. It was as if the object did not recognize his existence, as though the strength of a thousand Draconic Essences was nothing more than a whisper against its ancient surface. + +With one final roar, Max drew every fragment of power from his body, veins bulging like serpents across his arms and neck. The very air cracked with the force of his exertion. Yet when his hands finally released the cube, it remained exactly where it had been, untouched, unchanged, and unmoved. + +Max staggered back, his chest heaving as his breath came in heavy bursts. His eyes remained locked on the black cube, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. To think that even when his entire being was fueled by one thousand Draconic Essences, he had not managed to make it shift even slightly. + +"I don’t believe it," Max muttered, his voice low and filled with stubborn defiance. His entire body flared as the Dragon Scales Transformation activated. Black scales erupted across his skin, sharp and glistening like metal forged in the heart of a star. Almost instantly, the scales shifted, turning into a radiant golden hue as his one thousand Draconic Essences poured into them. The golden light wrapped around his body, making him look like a war god descending into battle. + +The power inside him rose to terrifying levels, his raw physical strength surging until the very ground trembled beneath his feet. Every breath he took seemed to carry the weight of mountains, and his veins glowed faintly beneath the golden scales as the energy coursed through him like molten rivers. + +Drawing in a deep breath, Max clenched his right fist, his knuckles cracking as the gathered power threatened to burst free. He steadied his stance, his feet sinking into the ground and leaving deep impressions as the force pressed outward in waves. Slowly, he raised his arm, his focus sharpening to a razor’s edge. He was preparing the final move of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art, a move he had barely touched since acquiring the technique. + +’Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist.’ + +The ground beneath him split apart, spiderweb-like cracks racing outward as if the land itself could not endure the pressure radiating from his body. His right arm trembled uncontrollably, not from weakness but from the sheer force condensing within it. In that moment, the air around him distorted violently, the energy so intense that it caused the atmosphere to shiver. + +A vague but immense shadow began to form behind him. The colossal outline of a dragon coiled into existence, its scales shimmering faintly in the air, and beside it, the towering form of an elephant appeared, each step of its phantom hooves shaking the earth. Both creatures overlapped, merging with Max’s right arm, their combined presence pouring into his clenched fist. + +Max’s eyes glinted sharply as he stared at the immovable cube before him. His earlier attempt with his Draconic Essences alone had proven futile, and even with his Dragon Scales Transformation active he knew it would remain unyielding. The only path forward was to abandon finesse, to abandon restraint, and rely on pure brute force. + +His entire body radiated defiance as he let the dragon and elephant spirits roar within him. The sound was deafening, as though heaven and earth themselves had been forced to bow to their presence. + +"I will move it," Max growled under his breath. His golden scales gleamed brilliantly, and the cube loomed before him like the ultimate test. + +And then, with every ounce of strength roaring through his veins, Max drove his fist forward. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1107.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1107.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b4a12d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1107.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1101: A Weak Body" +slug: "ch-1107" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1107 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1026 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Bang! + +Max’s fist crashed against the surface of the black cube with an earth-shattering impact. The instant the blow landed, the entire area convulsed as though the world itself had been struck. The violet ground beneath his feet cracked apart violently, enormous fissures racing outward in every direction. Chunks of shattered earth were blasted into the air, scattering like broken glass. + +A thunderous shockwave erupted from the point of contact, sweeping across the wasteland in a devastating wave. The air split open with a deafening roar as the shockwave flattened everything in its path. Dust and stone were hurled into the sky, forming a swirling storm that blotted out the distant volcano’s glow. + +The golden phantom of the dragon twisted violently in the air, roaring with fury, while the elephant’s massive shadow stomped down with enough force to make the very atmosphere quiver. Both spirits poured their destructive will into Max’s strike, creating a scene so overwhelming that even the giant dwarves stationed nearby instinctively braced themselves against the impact. + +Yet despite the terror of the attack, the black cube remained motionless. It did not tilt, it did not sink, it did not even vibrate. The cube absorbed the full brunt of Max’s blow without yielding the slightest sign of weakness. + +The silence that followed was more suffocating than the explosion itself. The ground was left in ruin, a crater formed beneath Max’s feet, the earth fractured for hundreds of meters around, and the air reeked of raw destruction. But at the very center of all this devastation, the black cube stood untouched, its surface cold and unmarked, as if Max’s world-annihilating strike had never even touched it. + +Max’s chest heaved as he slowly lowered his fist, golden scales gleaming faintly in the haze of dust and smoke. His expression tightened as he stared at the unmoving cube, his mind grappling with the sheer impossibility of what had just occurred. + +"A fist technique combined with the terrifying strength of my one thousand Draconic Essences in Dragon Scales Transformation is still not enough to move the cube," Max muttered under his breath, his expression grim. The realization sank heavily into him. This black cube was no ordinary object. + +Chief Igris stood with his arms folded, his massive frame casting a shadow across the fractured ground. A faint smile curved his lips, not mocking but carrying a trace of approval. "This is your first test," he said slowly, his voice deep like rumbling stone. "I have taught countless geniuses who sought to walk the path of body cultivation. Each one of them faced these black cubes before they could even begin the true journey. And every one of them was eventually able to move the cube, though not easily, before they were ready to attempt the opening of the Seven Divine Veins." + +His eyes gleamed with a mix of memory and gravity as he continued. "The opening of the Seven Divine Veins is not a simple feat. It is an act that defies the very laws of the world, as though you were forcing the heavens to bend and carve a new order within your flesh. For a normal human being, the task is almost impossible. Even among the geniuses I personally guided, most could open only two or three veins before they reached their limit. Beyond that, they were trapped forever on the path, unable to advance, unable to break through the barrier that stood before them." + +He stepped closer to the cube and ran his enormous hand across its smooth, dark surface. The black stone swallowed even his touch like it swallowed everything else, standing silent and defiant. "That is why these cubes are your trial. To move them is to prove that your body has reached the level of raw strength necessary to even attempt the first Divine Vein. If you cannot move it, then the path will not open for you. It will reject you as surely as the heavens reject the unworthy." + +Chief Igris turned his piercing gaze back to Max. "If you can move this cube, even by an inch, it means your body holds enough power to begin. Only then will you be ready to force the first Divine Vein to open. But if you cannot... then you are not yet qualified, no matter how many techniques you possess or how great your flames and lightning may be." + +The weight of his words pressed down on the silence that followed. The black cube loomed between them, immovable and cold, a wall that separated potential from true strength. + +"How do I increase my physical strength here?" Max asked, his brows furrowing in thought. "Is it the meats you giants cook?" + +Chief Igris gave a low laugh, the sound like stone grinding against stone, and his stern features softened into a faint smile. "The meat is indeed important. It comes from the giant centipedes that roam the lands you passed through on your way here. Their flesh is dense with energy, and when consumed, it refines the body, increasing physical strength with each portion. For most cultivators, this alone would be more than enough." His expression then shifted, his smile fading into gravity as his eyes locked onto Max. "But your case is different." + +Max raised his brows, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze as he waited for the explanation. + +"You see," Chief Igris said slowly, his tone carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I can sense it within you. There is a terrifying surge of raw, untamed strength raging in your body. It is wild and unrefined, like a storm trapped inside a fragile vessel. But your body—your human vessel—remains too weak to properly harness this strength. What lies within you is immense, but the foundation that must carry it is unstable." + +Max tilted his head slightly, his voice calm yet edged with disbelief. "How can that be? My body is already unbelievably strong. Even without my scales, I can endure and withstand. With my Dragon Scales Transformation active, I can block attacks from those at the peak of the Mythic Rank. How can a body like that be considered weak?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1108.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1108.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4e6876 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1108.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1102: Tempering the Foundation" +slug: "ch-1108" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1108 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Chief Igris nodded, his gaze firm and unyielding. "I can see that your body is fortified with dragon scales. That much is clear. But what use is fortification if it is built upon frailty? Imagine giving a weak and sickly man a set of the finest armor and sending him to war. The armor may protect him for a time, but when the weight of battle presses down, when the strain of combat demands more than defense, that man will collapse. His body cannot carry the burden. It is the same for you. Your dragon scales are formidable, but the human body beneath is not yet strong enough to wield the full extent of the raw power surging inside you." + +Max fell silent, his mind weighing the words carefully. + +Chief Igris continued, his tone carrying a teacher’s patience yet a warrior’s severity. "The meat you will eat from now on will do more than build muscle. It will reconstruct your foundation from within, strengthening bone, tendon, marrow, and flesh. Piece by piece, your body will be rebuilt to handle the monstrous strength already dwelling inside you. Only then will your vessel be worthy of the power it contains. Only then will you begin to draw upon your true potential." + +His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice lowering to a near growl. "And this is why the path of the Seven Divine Veins is so rare. Only those who rebuild their body from the foundation up can hope to endure it. Without such a foundation, the veins cannot be opened. They will resist, and the attempt will break you instead." + +The silence that followed pressed heavily on Max, the weight of the revelation settling on his shoulders. + +"Alright, what do I need to do to reach the level where I can move the black cube easily?" Max asked, his voice firm and resolute. + +"Aside from eating the meat we provide, you just need to take a beating from us," Chief Igris replied, and there was a cruel gleam in his eyes as his lips curled into a dark smile. + +"What?" Max muttered, taking an involuntary step backward, but before he could fully process what was happening, it was already too late. + +In the next moment, his shirt was gone, his bare chest exposed to the open air, and he found himself standing with only his pants intact. His arms were stretched outward, held wide by the giants’ command, and the first heavy blow struck his back. His body jolted violently, pain coursing down his spine as a deep grunt escaped his lips. + +Around him, several giant dwarves wielded massive clubs, each one carved from stone and metal so dense they looked capable of crushing mountains. Without hesitation or restraint, they began to swing. + +Bang! + +Bang! + +Bang! + +Each strike echoed like thunder rolling across the wasteland. The sound of wood and iron colliding with flesh resounded again and again, unrelenting, merciless, without pause for pity or hesitation. + +Max clenched his jaw so hard his teeth felt as if they would shatter. He refused to cry out, though the clubs rained down on him with terrifying force. His body trembled, his skin split open in places, bruises swelled, and blood trickled down his arms, but he stood firm. + +Chief Igris’s voice cut through the storm of strikes, his tone as steady as the blows themselves. "Remember this. Do not use any of your abilities here. If you want to temper your body, if you want to rebuild the foundation of your human vessel, you must strip yourself bare of everything else. Let go of flames, lightning, scales, and defenses. Take the strikes directly. Let your flesh, your bones, and your marrow absorb the pain. Only that way will the weakness of your body be reforged into true strength." + +Max glared forward, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his face. He wanted to curse Igris, to scream that this was madness, but deep down he knew there was no other way. He had chosen this path, and if he wanted the Seven Divine Veins to open, if he wanted the strength to crush the demons that threatened his world, he had to endure. + +And just like that the days began to slowly for Max. + +The beating never stopped. Every morning the clubs fell on him, his flesh breaking and healing, his muscles tearing and mending, his bones aching and slowly hardening with each relentless strike. The giants gave him no mercy. + +When he collapsed, they dragged him back to his feet. When he bled, they let the wounds stain the ground before handing him a slab of centipede meat, rich with energy, to devour. That meat became his only relief, its strange vitality knitting his body back together, its essence seeping into his marrow to fortify his human foundation. + +The pain never dulled, but Max’s body began to change. His skin thickened, his muscles condensed, and his bones grew heavier and sturdier. Every strike that had once left him reeling began to leave less of a mark. His flesh adapted, each day toughening beneath the endless rain of blows. + +Nights gave him no rest. Even when he lay down, his body throbbed from the accumulated pain. Sleep came in fragments, broken by spasms and jolts that reminded him of the clubs’ weight. Yet with every sunrise, he rose again, silently bracing himself for the storm that never failed to come. + +On the seventh day, Chief Igris spoke as Max lay bruised on the ground, his chest heaving from exhaustion. "You are stubborn, boy. Most would have cried out and begged to stop by now. But your silence, your refusal to bend, proves that you understand the essence of body cultivation. It is not about elegance or grace. It is about surviving hell until hell itself accepts you." + +Max lifted his head, blood trickling down his lip. His voice was hoarse but unwavering. "I don’t care how many times you strike me. I’ll take it all. I’ll rebuild this body until it crushes even this cube of yours." + +Chief Igris chuckled softly, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Good. That is the spirit of one who might survive the path of the Seven Divine Veins." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1109.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1109.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bc29a62 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1109.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1103: Three months of Torture" +slug: "ch-1109" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1109 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1069 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Weeks passed like this, the rhythm of pain marking the passage of time. Every day the strikes came, and every day Max endured them. His skin grew tougher, his muscles denser, his bones heavier, until even he began to sense the change. + +At the end of the first month, a surprise awaited him. + +As he stood once again with his arms stretched and his body beaten raw, he noticed two familiar figures entering the training grounds. Nina and Evan walked carefully, their steps far steadier than before. Their faces carried relief, and though they still bore signs of strain, they moved with ease that had been impossible when they first arrived at the giants’ camp. + +"Max!" Nina called, her voice filled with both joy and shock as she saw him standing under the rain of blows. Her hands trembled slightly as she covered her mouth. "What are they doing to you?" + +Evan clenched his fists tightly, his face pale as he watched the clubs strike Max again and again. "Is this training or torture?" he muttered, his voice heavy with anger. + +Max gritted his teeth against the pain but managed a small smile toward them. "I’m fine. This is what I need. Don’t worry about me. Focus on your own recovery and training. If you can stand here today, it means you’re getting stronger too." + +Chief Igris glanced at the two humans with an unreadable expression. "Do not interfere," he said calmly. "If he wants to walk the path of strength, this is the only way. You may pity him, but your pity will not help him survive the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain." + +Nina bit her lip, her eyes watering, but she nodded silently. Evan’s fists trembled, but he lowered his head, understanding the truth in Igris’s words. + +From then on, Nina and Evan came to watch him whenever they could walk freely. Their presence became a small comfort to Max, though he never once allowed his concentration to waver from the brutal training. He endured the clubs, he ate the meat, and he rose again each morning no matter how much his body screamed in protest. + +The second month passed in the same way. His skin thickened further, bruises that once lasted for days now faded within hours. The meat’s energy was rebuilding him from the inside, reshaping his body so it could bear the monstrous power hidden within. Chief Igris often remarked that his progress was frightening, but he never once let the giants ease the intensity of the beatings. + +By the half way to the third month, Max no longer collapsed after each session. He stood, bleeding and bruised, but his eyes burned brighter than ever, his frame broader, his presence heavier. His body had become a fortress, tempered through endless agony. The pain had not lessened, but he had adapted to it, grown through it, and molded it into strength. + +Three months passed like this, each day dragging into the next, marked only by the rhythm of pain and the taste of centipede meat. To any other man, such torment would have been madness, but Max endured it. + +He endured with teeth clenched, with veins bulging, with sweat and blood soaking into the scorched earth. His body was no longer the same vessel it had been when he first faced the black cube. Now it radiated the tempered strength of one who had been reforged in fire and hammer, waiting to be tested once more. + +By the end of the third month, he stood taller, his frame broader, his presence heavier. His body had become something different, tempered like steel forged through fire and hammer. The pain remained, but it no longer broke him. It strengthened him, molded him, turned him into something beyond human. + +"Are you ready for it, boy?" Chief Igris asked, his deep voice carrying both expectation and caution as he saw Max arrive before the black cube. The young man now wore his clothing again, his scars hidden beneath the fabric, though the heaviness of his presence alone betrayed the transformation of his body. + +Max gave a firm nod but paused before stepping forward. His eyes shifted slightly, and a question left his lips. "Where are Nina and Evan? After the first couple of days, I didn’t see them anymore." + +Chief Igris’s gaze softened, though his voice remained steady. "They have their own destinies, their own paths to walk, just as you have yours. You do not need to worry about them. They will be fine. The way of strength is not the same for everyone. Each must carry their own burden, and each must pay their own price." + +Max remained silent for a moment, then nodded once more. The words settled in his heart like iron, reminding him that not all journeys ran side by side. Some paths separated, only to cross again in unexpected places. + +He stepped in front of the black cube, his eyes narrowing as memories surged back. Three months ago, he had stood here and unleashed everything within him. His one thousand Draconic Essences had roared, his Dragon Scales Transformation had blazed with golden brilliance, and even the devastating force of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art had crashed into the cube. Yet all of that effort had left it unmoved, as still and indifferent as a mountain before the wind. + +Now, three months later, after enduring day after day of merciless beatings, after eating the strange meat that reforged his marrow and flesh, after living with pain as his constant companion, Max stood here again. He carried the weight of those months in his body, and though his expression was calm, there was steel in his gaze. The torture had to mean something. It could not have been for nothing. + +He lifted his right fist slowly, his knuckles tightening until the sound of bones cracking faintly echoed. Raw power surged beneath his skin, rippling with the vitality that had been hammered into him by countless strikes. With a sharp exhale, he drove his fist forward. + +Bang! + +The sound thundered across the training ground, shaking the air itself. Dust leapt from the ground as the force spread outward. For the first time, the black cube trembled. Its massive body shuddered and scraped against the ground before sliding back three full steps. + +Max lowered his fist, his eyes widening slightly at the sight. The cube had moved. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-111.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-111.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..39dcae5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-111.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 111: Illusions?" +slug: "ch-111" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 111 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1243 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The next day, Max was ready to leave for the Thorne Family when he was called by the Leader of the Phoenix Order guild. + +After meeting with her, he left the guild and boarded a flying vehicle, heading toward the Thorne Family while it soared through Central City. + +The Thorne Family, along with the other three major families, had their headquarters in the northern part of the city. Likewise, the five guilds were situated in the southern corners. + +Since Max needed to travel from the extreme south to the extreme north, he decided to take a vehicle. Moreover, he wasn’t familiar with the way, so his only option was to use a train or some other form of transportation. + +The vehicle he chose was cylindrical in shape. Inside, two rows of seats were arranged on either side for passengers, with two front seats designated for the driver and the conductor. + +Max sat in the far-left seat, feeling bored as he waited to reach the Thorne Family’s area as quickly as possible. + +After what felt like hours of travel, the flying vehicle finally came to a stop. + +Experience more content on freewebnovel.com + +Max disembarked and looked around. + +He found himself at an intersection, or rather, a street where five other streets branched off in five different directions. + +Max observed each of the streets, noticing the notice boards along the sides. + +On one of the boards, "Thorne Villa" was written in bold golden letters. + +’Is this the path leading to the Thorne Family?’ Max wondered. He hadn’t expected the Thorne Family to be so bold as to display such banners pointing the way to their headquarters. + +Max didn’t dwell on it and began walking toward the path beside the notice board. + +However, he quickly noticed that the direction he was heading toward seemed barren. All he could see was wasteland, with an endless concrete path stretching toward the horizon. + +’Is this an illusion?’ he thought, his brows furrowing. If it was, reaching the Thorne Villa would be impossible. + +Determined to test the reality of the path, Max quickened his pace, first breaking into a jog, then into a full sprint. The wind whipped past him as his boots pounded the concrete. + +For several moments, he focused solely on the path ahead, convinced he could outpace the strange unease creeping over him. + +But as the minutes passed, an unsettling realization took hold. The scenery around him wasn’t changing. No matter how far he ran, the wasteland remained static—an endless loop of nothingness. It felt like running on a treadmill, endlessly moving but never progressing. + +"What is this?" His breaths grew heavier, frustration mixing with rising dread. Max slowed to a stop, his heart racing in his chest. The silence was suffocating, and the vast emptiness seemed to close in on him. + +"This isn’t normal," Max muttered, scanning his surroundings. + +He knelt and touched the concrete. It was solid, cold, and unyielding. Nothing about it suggested illusion, but the impossibility of his situation was undeniable. + +"What is this place?" Max muttered, his expression growing solemn. He had been sure that he was moving forward, but everything around him had remained still, mocking him as if the forward movement he felt was nothing more than an illusion. + +"Is this some kind of test by the Thorne Family?" Max wondered aloud, then turned around, his eyes narrowing. + +Just like the endless concrete path and the barren wasteland meeting the horizon in front of him, the same scene appeared behind him. For a moment, he even felt confused about what was the front and what was the back. + +"Damn, they’re really playing tricks on me!" Max cursed under his breath, frustrated with the Thorne Family. + +Illusions were something he hadn’t encountered before. He had never faced an enemy with illusions, nor had he seen one before this. Therefore, he had no idea how to escape from an actual illusion. + +Max paused for a moment, closing his eyes and calming himself. ’There has to be a way out of this illusion,’ he told himself, taking a few deep breaths. + +Understanding that everything in this world had counters, Max believed that illusions must also have their own counter. He just had to find it. + +He contemplated his options, considering various methods, until his thoughts settled on the three basic stats of his body: Energy, Physique, and Soul. + +Energy had a direct connection to the mana everyone possessed. + +Physique represented the constitution of his body, its defense, and its overall performance. + +Lastly, there was Soul. Max had always considered the Soul stat to be rarely useful for humans. Unless someone was a Runemaster, having a Soul stat was like possessing a treasure chest without a key to open it. + +In simple terms, it was useless for anyone who wasn’t a Runemaster. + +But what if that assumption was wrong? What if this was only what people in the Inner Circle believed? What if his understanding was limited all along? What if there was more to the Soul stat than he had ever been aware of? + +As these questions filled his mind, Max calmed himself completely. He decided to test his theory. + +Focusing inward, Max imagined himself drawing a rune. He concentrated deeply on his soul power, but instead of channeling it into a brush or a stroke, as he would when crafting runes, he let it flow freely. + +He released his soul power outward, unrestrained. Like wisps of air, it began to scatter in all directions. + +Max kept his eyes closed throughout the process, relying entirely on his senses. Even if he had opened his eyes, he wouldn’t have been able to see the soul power. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel it. + +He sensed the soul power spreading around him, creating ripples in the unseen fabric of the world, like waves in water. + +Crack! + +An odd cracking sound echoed out of nowhere. + +Following that, he opened his eyes, only to see everything before him vanish. The concrete path, the wasteland, the horizon—everything disappeared, replaced by endless darkness. + +’I’ve been in this darkness all this time?’ Max’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t believe he had been running down the path, unaware that he was actually in a world of darkness. + +A chilling question rose in his heart. + +’Since when was I trapped in this illusion?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing as he recalled his actions: meeting Alice’s mother, boarding the flying vehicle, then leaving and heading down the path beside the notice board that said "Thorne Villa." + +As he pondered in the darkness, the scene shifted. He found himself standing on a battlefield, surrounded by hundreds of corpses. + +In front of him, soldiers stood with spears and swords pointed at him. They were dressed in traditional medieval-style clothing and armor. + +As Max observed them, the soldiers quickly began to attack, thrusting their spears and swords toward him. + +"Huh?" Max was shocked and tried to use his Magic Sword Bullets skill, but to his horror, he found that he couldn’t sense any mana in his body. When he attempted to use the skill, no swords appeared beside him. + +At that moment, the soldiers’ attacks came crashing down on him. + +Panicked, Max instinctively raised his hands in front of him, only to see an old shield appeared before him. It blocked some of the attacks, but the force behind the strikes from so many people was enough to send him crashing to the ground. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1110.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1110.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e68aa2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1110.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1104: A Catalyst!" +slug: "ch-1110" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1110 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1166 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"He moved it!" Chief Igris exclaimed, shock flashing across his face before a slow smile followed. His heavy hands clenched with satisfaction, and for a rare moment, the iron hardness of his demeanor softened. He was genuinely pleased. + +Yet within his heart lay a truth he had never spoken to Max. The story he had told three months ago had been a lie. Not all of the geniuses he had once trained had managed to move the black cube. In truth, almost none of them ever did. + +The Divine Veins could still be opened without such monstrous strength, but those who lacked it quickly reached their limits. They became stuck, unable to push past the second or third level of the Divine Veins, forced to linger there for the rest of their lives, unable to climb any higher. + +Max’s success meant something greater. He had surpassed the threshold most never even glimpsed. He had proven that his foundation was not just stable but terrifying, and his body could bear the weight of the Seven Divine Veins what the previous geniuses before couldn’t do so. + +Chief Igris’s smile lingered, but in his heart he thought, ’This boy is different. If he continues like this, he might open all Seven Divine Veins, something that has never been achieved in this universe since ancient era.’ + +"I did it!" Max said, his voice filled with disbelief as he stared at the cube that had shifted backward. He was the most surprised of all. + +The strike had not come from his Draconic Essences or from any of his inherited powers. It had come from his body alone. He had not expected that the endless beatings he endured and the strange meat he consumed for three months would raise his strength to such an extent that he could move the black cube with nothing but raw force. + +It sounded almost impossible, as though something this miraculous could not belong to reality, and yet the proof stood before his eyes. The cube had moved. His body had changed. + +What Max did not realize was that the giants who had trained him were not ordinary warriors. Their heritage was far older, bound to the same traditions as the dwarves known across the realms for their mastery of blacksmithing. + +Normal dwarves could take crude scrap and forge it into a weapon fit for battle, striking with hammers until the worthless metal gleamed with purpose. But these giant dwarves were not of the ordinary kind. They stood a step higher, their skill refined over countless generations, their strength and knowledge etched deep into their bloodline. + +They had applied those same blacksmithing methods not to iron or ore, but to Max’s body itself. Every blow from their clubs had been no different than a hammer striking molten steel upon an anvil. Each strike broke him down, shattering weakness, splintering flaws, and stripping away the impurities that clung to his human flesh. + +The meat they provided him acted as the ore’s refining flame, nourishing his body from the inside, feeding it strength and vitality just as fire fed the forge. His skin became the hardened surface of tempered steel, his muscles the tightly wound core of a blade, his bones the indestructible spine of a weapon forged for battle. + +The pain he endured was no accident and no simple brutality. It was a process, a deliberate shaping of his vessel. The giants had not seen him as a boy to be trained but as raw material waiting to be transformed. To them, he was like an unfinished weapon on the anvil. Their hammers had rung against his flesh day after day, beating out weakness and carving resilience into his very marrow. + +After three months of this relentless forging, Max’s body no longer resembled the fragile human vessel he had once carried. It had been remade into something sharper, denser, and more unyielding, a terrifying vessel capable of withstanding the weight of the strength that raged inside him. + +What stood before the cube now was not the same Max who had once collapsed under its immovable weight. This was a body refined through fire, hammer, and suffering, a body that carried the mark of ancient blacksmithing arts passed down through the giants. + +Just as a master blacksmith could turn a scrap of metal into a Divine Rank weapon, they had sharpened Max into something far beyond what he himself had imagined possible. + +"Am I ready for the Seven Divine Veins now?" Max asked, turning his gaze toward Chief Igris. For a brief moment, he remembered the rage he had felt during the endless months of beatings, when every strike made him wish to pummel the old giant into the ground. Yet now, after seeing the results of his suffering, he could not help but feel a grudging respect. The man’s cruelty had turned into wisdom in hindsight, and Max found him more likable than he would have admitted before. + +"You are ready," Chief Igris replied with a slow nod, "but there is still one thing missing." + +Max’s brows furrowed. "What is that?" he asked, his voice sharp with curiosity. + +"A catalyst," Chief Igris said, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "Do not think the Seven Divine Veins will open on their own. Even with the strength you have now, even with your body tempered to a terrifying vessel, it will not be enough. Each Divine Vein requires an immense surge of energy to awaken, and not just ordinary energy. It must be raw, primal, unrestrained power that can tear the barriers of your flesh and force the veins open. Without it, you will never succeed." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he absorbed the words. He had known it would not be easy, but the thought of needing something more than his body unsettled him. "So this power... it cannot be drawn from myself?" + +Chief Igris shook his head. His voice grew deeper, filled with a weight that spoke of ancient truths. "No. Did I not already tell you how the path of body cultivation was lost to the ancient era? Once, this path was common. The heavens themselves acknowledged it, and the world provided what was needed. But when the path fell into ruin and disappeared from the grasp of mortals, the world adapted. Laws shifted. The heavens closed their hands around the energy that once flowed freely. It became forbidden, as though the world itself declared, ’This path shall no longer be walked.’ That is why those who try now require a catalyst. Without it, the veins will remain sealed, no matter how strong the body may become." + +Max’s expression hardened. "And you," he asked finally, his voice steady, "have a way to get your hands on this catalyst?" + +Chief Igris’s smile returned, this time faint but certain. "You should thank the lords of the secret domain for that. Within this domain, there is nothing impossible. Catalysts, treasures, forces that defy natural law—this place holds them all." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1111.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1111.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7a2898d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1111.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1105: Holy Nectar" +slug: "ch-1111" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1111 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the very heart of the giant dwarven village, Chief Igris sat across from Max, his immense frame resting on a stone-carved seat that seemed almost too small to contain his bulk. + +Around them, the other villagers had gathered, their eyes sharp and curious, their expressions solemn. The air felt heavy with expectation, the kind that lingered when truths were about to be revealed. + +"Before we go on the quest to get the catalyst, I need to tell you about our village," Chief Igris said at last, his voice carrying a gravity that silenced even the murmurs of the crowd. "You see, our village is only one among many scattered throughout the violet wasteland. Each one is home to our kin, the giant dwarves, who live as we do, forging strength and guarding the fragments of ancient knowledge. We live in harmony most of the time, bound by blood and tradition, but peace does not erase the shadow of conflict. When power comes into question, conflict is inevitable." + +Max raised his brows faintly, puzzled. He did not see why this was relevant. To him, this sounded like an ordinary matter, nothing worth gathering the entire village over. Yet the seriousness in Chief Igris’s voice told him otherwise. So he remained silent, waiting. + +Chief Igris leaned forward slightly, his massive arms resting on his knees, his gaze never leaving Max’s face. "I will not keep you in darkness," he said. "We trained you not out of kindness, nor out of pity, nor even out of duty to the seven lords. We trained you because we want something in return. Understand that every time geniuses from other worlds enter this closed domain, every time youths like you set foot in this land, our tribe is given a chance. That chance comes in the form of a contest that has lasted for as long as our people can remember." + +He paused, letting the silence sink into the ground like the steady pounding of a hammer on metal. The villagers stirred slightly, their massive heads bowing, as though the very words carried a weight they too could feel. + +"Our people are divided into villages," Chief Igris continued, "but we are not separate. Together we are the Giant Dwarven Tribe, a race bound by the forge of our ancestors. And yet we do not stand united under one leader. To choose the one who will lead us, to choose the Tribal Lord, we hold a trial. That trial requires the strength of outsiders like you. Each village chooses a champion from among the outsiders they have trained, and through those champions, we compete. The village whose champion proves the strongest earns the right to rule over all the others. That is the way it has always been. That is the law of our tribe." + +Max’s frown deepened as he listened. He began to understand where this was going. His hands tightened into fists, but he said nothing. + +Chief Igris’s expression softened slightly, though the firmness in his tone remained. "So you see, Max, when we trained you, it was not only for your sake. We forged your body not simply so you could walk the path of the Seven Divine Veins. We did it because your strength will represent us. When the time comes, you will stand not only for yourself but for our village. If you succeed, we rise. If you fail, we remain in shadow, ruled by another. That is why I pushed you harder than any other. That is why I gave you no mercy." + +The giant dwarves around them shifted uneasily, their massive forms swaying as their deep breaths filled the square. They knew the truth of these words well. For them, this trial was not a choice but a tradition older than memory. + +Max sat in silence for a long moment, his mind weighing the revelation. Honestly, he didn’t mind any of this as long as he could grow stronger. To achieve strength he was willing to do anything. + +"The title of Tribal Lord can only be given to the village chief of a respective village," Chief Igris said, his voice carrying across the square as all the gathered giant dwarves listened in silence. "There are tens of such villages scattered across the violet wasteland, and each one desires the same thing. To rise above the others. To become the ruling force that guides the tribe for the next cycle. But how is it decided who among the chiefs is worthy of the title? That is where the catalyst comes into play." + +His expression darkened slightly, though his tone never faltered. "Holy Nectar. That is the name of the catalyst, at least as we giant dwarves know it. A substance older than even our people, brimming with such dense and pure energy that it can tear through the barriers of the mortal body. Without it, the Seven Divine Veins will never open, no matter how strong one may become. To us, the Holy Nectar is both a treasure and a curse. For it exists, but in a place where no dwarf may ever reach." + +Max leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with interest as Chief Igris continued. + +"The Holy Nectar can only be found in one area of the violet wasteland," Chief Igris said, his voice sinking lower, as if even speaking the name carried danger. "The den of the Devouring Ants. These creatures are unlike anything you have faced. They are not simply beasts. They are predators born with one purpose, and that is to hunt and devour us. Their bodies are covered in carapaces harder than forged steel, their jaws can split boulders with ease, and their swarms can strip a creature to the bone in moments. Even if an entire squad of giant dwarves were to face a single Devouring Ant, the result would never change. We would not be victors. We would be prey. To them, we are nothing more than food. They are our natural predators." + +The crowd of giant dwarves shifted uneasily, the mention of their natural predators stirring an old fear that no amount of strength could erase. Chief Igris did not pause. His words cut through their unease like the steady rhythm of a hammer striking iron. + +"In such a scenario," he continued, "our tribe had to adapt. Every year, when the secret domain opens and geniuses from other worlds are brought into this land, we train them to their limits. We temper them. We push their bodies beyond what they believe possible, until they are strong enough to step into the den where we cannot go. Each village sends its chosen representative into the Devouring Ants’ lair, and there, amidst death and terror, they fight not only for their own survival but for the glory of the village they represent. The one who emerges with the largest amount of Holy Nectar decides the fate of the tribe. The village whose representative succeeds earns the right for its chief to be named the Tribal Lord." + +Chief Igris’s gaze lingered on Max, unblinking, heavy as stone. "That is the truth of why you were trained. Not only for your path, but for ours. You are to walk into the den of the Devouring Ants and bring back the Holy Nectar. For you, it will be the key to opening your first Divine Vein. For us, it will be the key to ruling the tribe." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1112.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1112.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6056bd4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1112.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1106: Natural Predators" +slug: "ch-1112" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1112 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1261 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Hearing this, Max finally understood. He would not be alone in the den of the Devouring Ants. He would not be fighting against the swarm only for himself. There would be others—geniuses from countless worlds, representatives of other giant dwarven villages—each of them striving for the same thing, each of them desperate to claim the Holy Nectar, each of them willing to kill to ensure their victory. + +Max’s expression grew darker with the realization. The Holy Nectar was the key to opening the Seven Divine Veins, and because of that, every single genius who entered the den would give their all. There would be no half measures. Failure would mean losing the path forever, and none of them could afford that. + +"Are Nina and Evan part of this?" Max asked with genuine curiosity. + +"No," Chief Igris replied, shaking his massive head. "As I have already told you, they have their own paths to walk, and they are following those paths even now. Each village can only send one representative, one champion, into the trial. For our village, that person is you. There can be no other." + +Max nodded slowly, accepting the weight of those words. Yet another question rose to his lips. "So, when will we be heading out for the nectar?" + +"A week from now," Chief Igris answered as he pushed himself to his feet, his presence towering and unyielding. "Rest well until then. A week from now we depart for the den of the Devouring Ants. That is when your true trial will begin." + +With that, the meeting came to an end. The gathered giant dwarves dispersed silently, their heavy footsteps echoing through the village square, leaving Max alone with his thoughts. He returned to the hut that had been given to him and sat cross-legged in the stillness. + +Closing his eyes, Max withdrew into his Dimension of Time. Within that dimension, he began to hone everything he possessed. He moved with his sword until his arm blurred, striking in patterns both sharp and fluid. He tested the weight of his fists, driving them into the void with the force of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art until the shadow of the dragon and elephant appeared again and again. + +His black flames roared, black and purple intertwining, their heat twisting into shapes of destruction and rebirth. Lightning crackled around him, blue and red arcs snapping across his form as he pressed the Storm King’s inheritance to its very edge. The space around him trembled under his will as he bent it, tore it, and reforged it to follow his command. + +Every inheritance, every technique, every art he had gathered on his path was summoned and refined. There were no wasted movements, no wasted breaths. His strikes became sharper, his control steadier, his understanding deeper. The Dimension of Time rang with the echoes of his training, a forge where body, will, and spirit were hammered into one. + +Just like that, the days outside slipped away. In the violet wasteland a week passed, but within Max’s dimension, it was as though he had lived through decades. + +Arriving outside of his hut, Max stretched his shoulders once before walking toward the center of the village. He remembered clearly that Chief Igris had told him the day before that he must be present at the square at dawn. The violet sky above was tinged with the fiery glow of the distant volcano, its smoke painting the heavens in streaks of red and black. + +When Max reached the village square, his steps slowed. Before him, a line of giant dwarves stood waiting. Each of them wore ancient armor forged from dark metals, their broad chests gleaming under the faint light of the wasteland. + +Their posture was rigid, disciplined, almost ceremonial, as though this gathering was not just a departure but a sacred rite. In their hands they carried rectangular cages, each one containing a strange creature. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the beings inside the cages. They were small, no larger than his palm, but their appearance was unsettling. Their bodies were entirely black, their skin chitinous and smooth, while countless needle-like appendages jutted out from all sides, giving them an unnatural and threatening shape. Despite their grotesque appearance, they were perfectly silent, their stillness adding an eerie air to the scene. + +He stepped closer, his curiosity piqued. "What is the use of these insects?" Max asked, turning his gaze toward one of the giant dwarves. + +Etor, the giant dwarf who had guided him through the violet wasteland before, stepped forward and answered with a respectful nod. "These creatures are the natural predators of the centipedes that infest the wasteland. Wherever they are present, the centipedes dare not draw near. By carrying them with us, we ensure safe passage. Their presence alone will repel the centipedes." + +Max tilted his head slightly, absorbing the information. "That is useful," he said after a moment of thought. "I suppose living in this place for so long, you would have found ways to deal with those centipedes." + +Etor gave a deep chuckle. "We have no choice. In this land, even survival requires wisdom passed down through countless generations. These little creatures may look harmless inside their cages, but out there in the wasteland, they are hunters feared by the centipedes. One sting from them is enough to end a centipede’s life." + +Max nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes drifting once more to the cages. The black creatures twitched faintly, their needle-like bodies shimmering faintly under the light, though they remained silent. Something about their stillness unsettled him, yet he could not deny the usefulness they represented. + +"Natural predators... huh," Max muttered softly in thought. He remembered hearing the same phrase once before during his stay here, and now the words echoed differently in his mind. This land seemed to thrive on such balances, predator against prey, force against counterforce. It was a reminder that even the strongest had something in this world that could bring them down. + +Soon, Chief Igris appeared from the path leading up from the deeper part of the village. His footsteps echoed across the stone square, heavy but steady, like the rhythm of a drum announcing the arrival of command. + +He too wore armor, though unlike the others, his was not plain or uniform. His breastplate shimmered faintly with a violet hue, etched with runes that pulsed as though alive. + +The pauldrons were shaped like dragon heads, their eyes glowing dimly, and his gauntlets bore intricate engravings that spoke of countless generations of craftsmanship. He looked every part the leader, a figure who stood apart from his kin and carried the weight of their traditions on his shoulders. + +The armored dwarves who had been waiting immediately raised their weapons high into the air, clubs and axes striking together in unison with a resounding clang that shook the air. + +The sound was not chaotic but deliberate, forming a beat like the pounding of hammers against a forge. Max realized it was a ritual, a ceremonial act performed before any great trial. + +Chief Igris stepped into the center of the circle they had formed. The dwarves surrounding him began chanting in their deep voices, their words guttural and ancient, carrying the resonance of stone breaking against stone. + +Each phrase rose and fell like waves, echoing across the square, filling the air with an oppressive weight that made Max’s chest tighten. + +The cages with the needle-like insects rattled faintly as though they too responded to the chant, but the creatures inside remained silent, unmoving, and watchful. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1113.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1113.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d69e543 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1113.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1107: Towards the Den!" +slug: "ch-1113" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1113 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Igris raised his massive right hand high, and as he did, the runes on his armor blazed to life, glowing brighter until they shone like molten metal. He struck his gauntleted fist against his chest once, the sound reverberating through the square, then lowered his hand.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +The chanting stopped instantly. Silence blanketed the air, broken only by the faint crackle of energy coming from the runes on his armor. + +He turned his gaze toward Max, his eyes steady and unwavering. "Today marks the beginning of your path toward the Holy Nectar," Chief Igris declared, his voice carrying not only to Max but to every giant dwarf present. "This ritual is the oath of our people. We swear to lend you our strength and wisdom, and in return, you carry the honor of this village into the den of the Devouring Ants. Remember this, Max. You are not only fighting for yourself, nor only for the opening of your Seven Divine Veins. You are carrying the hopes of every dwarf who has lived and died in this wasteland." + +He paused, his gaze sharpening, the runes on his armor dimming as his tone grew quieter yet heavier. "The path ahead is not simple. The ants will not yield, and neither will the other champions who enter the den. Every step will test your body, your will, and your heart. But you have endured what few could survive. Three months of hammering, three months of fire, three months of flesh turned to steel. Now prove that it was not in vain." + +The dwarves struck their weapons together once more, the resounding clang echoing like thunder, sealing the ritual. + +Chief Igris took a step toward Max. "Prepare yourself. The moment we march, your trial begins." + +Max nodded solemnly. He understood that for him this trial might only be another chance to sharpen his strength and to seek the path of the Seven Divine Veins, but for the giant dwarves it was far more. To them, this was the culmination of years of waiting and preparation. For them, it was not only his test but their hope and pride. + +"Let us go," Chief Igris said in a voice that carried to every dwarf present. With those words, the column of giant dwarves began to march. Their heavy boots struck the violet stone of the square in a steady rhythm, each step resounding like a war drum. + +The warriors in their ancient armor formed ranks behind Igris, carrying their caged insects in silence. Their faces betrayed no fear, only the grim determination of those who had lived all their lives surrounded by danger and who now entrusted their fate to the champion walking among them. + +Max walked beside Chief Igris at the very front. His eyes swept over the wasteland beyond the village walls, the endless violet plains stretching far and wide, broken only by jagged rocks and the distant crimson glow of the volcano that always loomed over this land. The air was heavy, as though it carried the weight of unseen predators lurking just out of sight. + +"It will be a long journey," Chief Igris said, his tone even but edged with the gravity of what lay ahead. "The den of the Devouring Ants lies far from here. When our ancestors first settled this wasteland, they learned quickly that to live too close to the ants meant ruin. One breach, one swarm, and an entire village would vanish into their jaws. To prevent calamity, our tribe built its homes as far from the dens as possible. That distance has spared us for generations, but it also means every expedition to the den is a march through dangers both seen and unseen." + +His gaze turned briefly toward Max. "Every village that dares send a champion makes this same journey, and many have fallen before even setting eyes on the den. It is not only the ants we must contend with. The wasteland itself resists us. The storms, the beasts, the shifting lands... all of it will try to turn us back." + +Max listened in silence, his steps steady. He could feel the tension in the dwarves behind them, but it was not fear. It was the calm before a storm, the kind of stillness forged from generations of enduring harshness. + +The column of giant dwarves moved steadily across the violet wasteland, their armored forms glinting under the pale glow of the distorted sky. The air here felt heavy, charged with a strange static, as though the land itself carried a grudge against all who dared tread upon it. + +Max walked at the head beside Chief Igris, his eyes taking in every detail of the environment. + +The wasteland stretched endlessly in all directions, broken by jagged ridges of stone and wide fissures that belched faint plumes of violet mist. The earth beneath their feet was cracked and dry, littered with the remains of creatures long since perished. + +In the distance, strange shadows slithered across the terrain, their movements silent but predatory. The atmosphere felt oppressive, as though every step forward brought them deeper into the maw of some great beast waiting to swallow them whole. + +It was not long before the first threat appeared. From a crevice to their left, several centipedes burst forth, their segmented bodies glistening with a slick, oily sheen, their mandibles snapping hungrily as they darted toward the marching group. They were larger than horses, their legs clicking against the stone as they moved with frightening speed. + +Before Max could act, the dwarves in the front raised their cages. The black insects within stirred for the first time, their needle-shaped bodies twitching violently as if agitated by the presence of their natural prey. A faint vibration filled the air, so sharp and piercing it made the hairs on Max’s neck stand. + +The effect on the centipedes was immediate. They shrieked in a screeching, metallic cry, recoiling from the group as though the air itself had become poison. Their bodies writhed, their legs clattering frantically against the ground, before they retreated back into the crevice from which they had emerged. + +Silence returned just as swiftly, leaving behind only the faint hum of the black insects in their cages before they stilled again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1114.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1114.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b12c09 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1114.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1108: Giant Wolves" +slug: "ch-1114" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1114 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1083 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing. "So it is true. These creatures repel them," he said, half to himself, half to Chief Igris. + +Chief Igris gave a small nod, his expression calm. "It is the only reason we can march safely in these lands. Without them, even a single journey across the wasteland would become a massacre. The centipedes are relentless. They are drawn to movement, heat, even the smallest vibrations. For us, their hunger never ends. But these little hunters are our shield. They remind the centipedes of the only predator they fear." + +As they continued, more fissures appeared, and each one carried the same danger. From time to time, pairs of glowing eyes peered out from the cracks, and Max caught sight of dozens of centipede bodies writhing deep within. Yet none dared approach the group. The moment the cages rattled and the black insects stirred, the centipedes recoiled, their hunger suppressed by primal fear. + +Still, the wasteland itself was not merciful. The further they marched, the harsher the terrain became. Jagged cliffs forced them to climb, while sudden quakes split the ground beneath their feet, threatening to swallow entire lines of warriors. + +More than once, the sky darkened as storms formed without warning, purple lightning crackling across the heavens and slamming into the earth with explosive force. The dwarves endured it all with grim patience, their pace never faltering, their weapons and cages always held at the ready. + +Max could feel the oppressive nature of the land gnawing at him, but he remained calm. He understood now why Chief Igris had spoken of the journey itself as a trial. Every step across this wasteland demanded resolve. Even without the ants, the land itself tested them at every turn. + +For hours they marched, the square formation of armored dwarves holding steady, their chanting voices rising at times in low, rhythmic tones to keep their spirits strong. The black insects slumbered again, their cages silent, their work done until the next wave of centipedes would dare to approach. + +At the front, Max pressed forward with steady eyes. Behind him, the dwarves followed with the discipline of those who had walked this march countless times before. + +The journey pressed on. The violet wasteland stretched endlessly beneath the distorted sky, its surface cracked and broken, ridges rising and falling like the spines of some great beast. The faint rumble of the distant volcano was ever present, its smoke drifting across the horizon in slow, lazy coils. For a time, only the sound of heavy armored steps and the creak of cages disturbed the silence.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +But the wasteland never allowed travelers to grow complacent. + +The air grew sharper, filled with a low vibration that prickled against the skin. Max felt it before he heard it—the subtle tremor of paws striking stone. His Three Dimensional Body active, scanning the ridges, and then he saw them. Shapes moved swiftly along the jagged edges, their silhouettes blending with the violet haze until glowing eyes betrayed them. + +"Wolves," Max muttered, his eyes narrowing. + +A moment later, the pack revealed itself fully. Giant wolves leapt down from the ridges, each one the size of a house. Their fur was dark gray, streaked with violet markings that shimmered faintly like molten veins. + +Their claws gouged deep scars into the stone with every step, and their mouths foamed with hunger as growls reverberated through the air. They circled the dwarves quickly, cutting off every escape, their glowing eyes reflecting the armored formation like mirrors of death. + +The dwarves reacted immediately. The front line slammed their clubs and axes into the ground, forming a wall of steel and stone. The cages rattled faintly, but this time the black insects within remained dormant. + +Max realized why almost instantly. The wolves were not centipedes. The insects offered no threat to them, no deterrent to make them retreat. + +Chief Igris raised his massive hand, signaling the warriors to hold their ground. His expression was grim. "These are the Shadowfang Wolves," he said, his voice low but carrying enough to reach Max. "Unlike the centipedes, they are not easily frightened. They hunt in silence, strike in unison, and devour prey in moments. Their pack runs the wasteland freely. For us, they are calamities that can wipe out an entire column if not dealt with swiftly." + +Max stepped slightly forward, his gaze sweeping over the snarling beasts. The wolves closed the circle, their growls deepening, their fangs glistening in the dim light. One at the front crouched low, its muscles rippling under its skin. Its eyes locked on Max as though it had already chosen its first kill. + +The dwarves tightened their formation. Etor barked orders, his deep voice booming over the growls. "Shields to the front! Hold steady! Do not break ranks!" The armored warriors pressed closer, their weapons raised, their breaths steady despite the threat that loomed over them. + +The first wolf lunged, its body a blur of muscle and violet flame as it streaked toward the line. The ground cracked beneath its weight, its claws tearing gouges in the stone. The dwarves braced themselves, and the clash was immediate. + +The front guard slammed their weapons forward, meeting the wolf midair. The impact shook the ground, forcing sparks to leap into the air. The wolf roared in pain but was not killed, its massive frame twisting away before it leapt again, circling. + +More wolves followed, the pack moving with terrifying coordination. They darted in from all sides, testing the dwarves’ defense, their fangs snapping inches away from armor. Each strike was met with a club or axe, the dwarves holding their ground with discipline, but the wolves were relentless. + +Max watched this and intend to fight the wolves. He stepped forward, but Chief Igris raised his hand to stop him. "Not yet," the chief said, his tone sharp. "Watch them. Learn how they move. This is part of your trial. Do not waste your strength until the moment demands it." + +Max bit down on his impatience, his eyes fixed on the circling wolves. He could see it clearly now. The wolves were not mindless beasts. They were coordinated hunters. Each feint, each strike was meant to probe the dwarves’ formation, to find weakness. And the moment a crack appeared, the entire pack would surge in for the kill. + +The air thickened with tension. The dwarves’ armor gleamed with sweat and blood from shallow gashes. The wolves’ growls grew louder, their circle tightening with every passing moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1115.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1115.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..794be6e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1115.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1109: Battle Style of Giant Dwarves!" +slug: "ch-1115" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1115 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1056 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’The wolves are pressing in.’ Max saw the situation was getting worse for them. + +The circle of wolves grew tighter, their glowing eyes glinting with bloodlust as they prowled just beyond striking range. The dwarves held their formation, weapons raised, their heavy breathing mingling with the low growls of the beasts. The tension felt like a drawn bowstring ready to snap. + +At this moment, Chief Igris suddenly lifted his war hammer high above his head. His voice boomed across the square of battle, so deep and powerful it silenced even the wolves for a moment. "Form the Ancestral Ring!" he commanded. + +The armored dwarves moved instantly. Their discipline was absolute, their bodies shifting as though guided by one mind. The front line slammed their clubs into the ground, drawing runes of fire and stone with every strike. + +The second line raised their shields, locking them together until they formed an unbreakable wall of iron. The third line began to chant, their deep guttural voices rising in perfect unison, the sound vibrating through the ground like the heartbeat of the earth itself. + +The wolves sensed the change and lunged, their claws tearing against stone as they rushed forward with terrifying speed. But Chief Igris was faster. He brought his hammer down with a thunderous strike that shook the wasteland. At the point of impact, a wave of violet energy rippled outward, connecting with the runes carved by the first line of warriors. + +In an instant, the runes blazed to life. A circle of fiery symbols spread across the ground beneath the dwarves, glowing brighter with every chant. The energy of the entire formation converged into a single pulse, ancient and primal, born from the inheritance of their tribe. + +"Unleash it!" Chief Igris roared. + +The warriors bellowed as one. Their voices merged with the runes, and the ground erupted. From the glowing circle, jagged pillars of stone burst upward, wreathed in flames that carried the scent of burning iron. + +They shot straight into the pack of wolves, piercing bodies, breaking bones, and setting fur alight. The screams of the beasts echoed into the wasteland, shrill and guttural, as the fiery stone pillars tore through them with merciless precision. + +The wolves tried to retaliate, leaping over the rising stone, but the second line of dwarves struck with their axes, each swing enhanced by the inherited energy of the tribe. Blades of fiery stone shot outward from their weapons, slicing through the air and tearing into the wolves’ bodies. Blood sprayed across the cracked ground, staining the violet soil with black ichor. + +Chief Igris himself charged forward, his hammer glowing with runes so bright they looked like molten metal. With one swing, he brought it down upon the largest wolf, its head exploding into shards of flesh and bone under the crushing force. The shockwave of the blow rippled outward, toppling two more wolves that tried to flank him. + +The chanting of the third line reached its peak. With their final verse, the runes on the ground flared like a miniature sun before collapsing inward. A column of fire and stone erupted skyward, engulfing the center of the wolf pack in a storm of molten energy. + +When the flames cleared, charred corpses lay scattered across the battlefield, their twisted bodies smoking, their glowing eyes extinguished forever. + +The silence that followed was broken only by the heavy breaths of the dwarves, their weapons dripping with blood and fire. The last of the wolves, those who had not been instantly incinerated, lay broken and twitching on the cracked ground. One by one, they fell still. + +Chief Igris lowered his hammer, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths, but his expression remained composed. "This is the inheritance of our tribe," he said, his voice steady as he turned to Max. "Hammer and flame, stone and blood. Alone we may fall, but united our strength is absolute." + +The dwarves struck their weapons against the ground as one, the sound echoing like thunder, marking their victory. + +Max stood in silence, his eyes lingering on the smoking battlefield. He now understood why the dwarves had endured for so long in this hostile land. They were not merely warriors. They were a living forge, their every strike an echo of their ancestors. + +’They are true warriors who had their teachings form the ancient times.’ Max thought calmly recalling the earlier battle. + +The battlefield still smoked with the stench of burned flesh and shattered bone. The giant wolves, once so fearsome in their movements, now lay lifeless across the cracked violet ground. + +The dwarves stood silently for a moment, weapons raised in acknowledgment of their ancestors, before returning to their ranks with the same disciplined precision as before. + +Chief Igris gave a single nod, his voice calm but heavy. "Let’s continue."𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +The formation reassembled, the dwarves carrying their cages once more, the faint hum of the black insects returning to stillness. + +Max walked beside Chief Igris again, his mind lingering on the display of power he had just witnessed. Their inheritance was terrifying in its unity. The combined will of the dwarves had turned the wasteland into their forge and the wolves into nothing more than slag. + +But as they pressed forward, the air began to shift. The violet wasteland seemed darker than before, as though the sky itself was dimming. The distant volcano still glowed, but its light no longer seemed a comfort. + +The ground grew harsher, littered with jagged stones that jutted up like teeth, and the fissures they passed exhaled thicker plumes of mist that clung to their armor and left an acrid taste in the air. + +Max could feel it in his skin. Every step forward made the land feel heavier, the air denser, as if they were walking into the belly of some slumbering beast. Even the dwarves, steady as they were, walked with more caution, their eyes scanning every ridge and shadow. + +Chief Igris’s voice broke the silence, low but sharp. "We are drawing close. The territory of the Devouring Ants does not announce itself with signs of life but with the absence of it. Soon you will notice the change. The ground will bear no bones of fallen beasts, no trace of predators, no whispers of storms. There will be only silence. That silence is the shadow of the ants." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1116.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1116.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..51c773d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1116.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1110: Meeting the other villages!" +slug: "ch-1116" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1116 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1059 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes flickered across the wasteland, searching for what the chief meant as his Three Dimensional Body scanned the area ahead. Immediately he noticed it. + +The howls of distant wolves were gone. The cracks in the ground no longer revealed glowing eyes or writhing bodies. The air itself felt stripped, empty, void of even the faint buzz of unseen creatures. + +The march slowed. The cages trembled faintly as the black insects inside grew restless, twitching as though they could sense something far greater than centipedes nearby. + +Natural predator of a species like centipede didn’t mean that if these insects could eat these centipedes then there would be nobody to fear them. There were in fact many other monsters and beasts found in the wasteland who ate insects like the ones in the cage daily. + +That was how the natural selection worked in this domain. + +Ahead, the land began to dip, forming a vast basin carved into the earth. The ground sloped downward in long, broken steps, each one cracked and marked with deep furrows that seemed unnatural. The basin stretched for miles, its center lost in swirling violet mist. + +Even from here, Max could feel the weight of something immense lurking beneath the surface. + +Chief Igris lifted his hammer and pointed toward the basin. "There. That is where the den lies. Beneath the ground in that basin exists a labyrinth that stretches deeper than you can imagine. At its heart, the Holy Nectar rests, guarded by the swarm that calls this land its own." + +The dwarves tightened their grip on their weapons, their faces set in grim determination. None of them spoke. None of them needed to. They all knew what awaited in that abyss.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he gazed into the basin. His fists clenched unconsciously. The journey through the wasteland had been brutal enough, but this was different. This was not the land resisting them. This was walking willingly into the nest of predators who had no equal in this place. The predators of the dwarven race. + +"Let’s go. Just some distance ahead we will meet up with the other villages." Chief Igris said as he led. + +The group descended further toward the edge of the vast basin. The mist that coiled through the air grew thicker, veiling the ground in an eerie haze. As they neared a wide plateau carved into the basin’s rim, the sound of voices reached them. Deep, guttural chants and heavy footsteps echoed faintly through the silence of the wasteland. + +Max narrowed his eyes and soon saw them. Across the plateau stood other columns of giant dwarves, each wearing armor different from the next. Their armor bore unique symbols and runes, markings that Max could tell represented their own villages. The warriors stood in strict formation, disciplined and silent, each group gathered around a single figure who stood taller, broader, and more commanding than the rest—the chiefs of the other villages. + +Chief Igris slowed his steps, his expression hardening. "The others are here already," he said, his voice even. "Every village sends its champion when the secret domain opens. This is where we gather before the march into the ants’ den. Here, the alliances and rivalries of our people weigh heavily." + +As their group approached, the atmosphere thickened. The other dwarves turned their heads, their eyes narrowing as they caught sight of Max walking beside Igris. Their gazes were sharp, filled with curiosity and disdain in equal measure. They were used to seeing outsiders forged into champions, but it was rare for one to walk so confidently at the side of a chief. + +One of the other chiefs, a massive figure with dark bronze armor engraved with jagged lines like lightning, stepped forward. His long gray beard hung past his chest, and his eyes glowed faintly with the sheen of battle-hardened fury. "Igris," he said, his voice rough like boulders grinding together. "So this is the boy you tempered for your village’s honor? A human? Small, fragile, barely more than a child in our eyes and at the strength of 6th level of Legend Realm. Do you expect such a vessel to claim the nectar from the ants’ den?" + +A ripple of laughter rose from the warriors behind him, their voices heavy with mockery. + +Max’s expression remained calm, but his eyes sharpened. Chief Igris, however, did not flinch. His hammer rested against his shoulder as he met the other chief’s gaze. "This human has endured what many of your so-called champions could not. His body has survived the forge of three months in my village. His fists moved the black cube. Tell me, Darrok, how many of your chosen have achieved even that?" + +The laughter faded, replaced by a low murmur of unease. The mention of the black cube carried weight. Even among the dwarves, it was known as a test few could pass. + +Another chief stepped forward, this one clad in silver armor with a helm shaped like the head of a serpent. His voice was smoother, colder. "Bragging of moving a cube will not save him in the den. The ants do not yield to brute strength alone. You know that clearly. We will see if your human lasts even the first hour inside." His eyes flicked to Max with clear contempt. + +Max ignored the words, though his fists itched to respond. He remembered Chief Igris’s earlier warnings. This was not the place for reckless pride. + +Chief Igris gave a low chuckle. "We will see soon enough. That is what this gathering is for. Each village has brought their chosen. Each will march into the den. When it ends, one village will rise above the rest." + +The plateau grew tense as the chiefs eyed each other. Behind them, the champions chosen by each village stood ready. + +Max saw them and immediately his eyes narrowed. Two of them were actually golden crown geniuses. He could see at least 20 of such geniuses or 20 such champions chosen by the villages and out of them 3 were golden crown geniuses including him. + +That surprised him and others too. All these 20 geniuses also noticed Max and the other two geniuses with the golden crown. They never thought this trial would draw three geniuses with the golden crown. + +And just at that moment the two golden crown geniuses began moving towards Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1117.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1117.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d703e0e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1117.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1111: Grover and Tanya" +slug: "ch-1117" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1117 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1074 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max watched the two geniuses approach through the crowd, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. The faint light from the basin reflected off the golden crowns hovering above their heads, their glow flickering like twin suns in the mist. + +He knew better than to believe they were approaching him for a friendly conversation. Nothing about this gathering was ever simple, and among golden crown geniuses, every meeting carried weight, competition, and hidden intentions. + +Still, curiosity sparked within him. He wanted to see what kind of people fate had brought to stand beside him in this strange trial. + +The two stopped a few paces in front of him. The first was a man slightly shorter than Max, his build compact but strong, his features refined yet edged with arrogance that came from knowing his own worth. + +The second was a woman with long brown hair tied neatly into a ponytail that swayed lightly as she moved. Her eyes were calm but observant, filled with quiet intelligence that seemed to weigh and measure everything she looked at. + +The man spoke first, his tone casual but carrying the hint of a test. "So, you’re the one. The genius everyone’s been whispering about," he said, his gaze traveling from Max’s face to his shoulders and then to the faint golden crown above his head. "The one who entered this domain with the lowest strength out of all of us, just the sixth level of the Legend Rank, yet marked by the golden crown. That’s an unusual combination. Rare, even." + +He paused, his expression musing, as if trying to decide whether to be impressed or amused. "What’s your name?" + +"Max," Max replied simply. His voice was calm, his eyes unwavering. + +The man nodded slightly, a smile curling at the corner of his lips. "I am Grover," he said, extending his hand forward in a gesture of civility that felt both polite and deliberate. "It’s good to meet you, Max." + +Max studied the hand for a brief moment before returning the smile. He reached out and clasped Grover’s hand firmly. Their grip was strong, unyielding, and though both smiled, there was an unmistakable undertone of challenge in the exchange. + +The pressure between their palms spoke louder than words, a silent declaration that neither would yield when the time came. + +Grover released his hand first, his grin widening as he stepped back slightly. "I can see why they talk about you," he said lightly. "You don’t seem rattled easily. That’s good." + +Max turned his attention to the woman who had been silent so far. "And you are?" he asked. + +The woman met his gaze steadily. Her voice was calm and even when she replied, carrying neither arrogance nor submission. "I am Tanya," she said. "From the Frosthammer Village." + +Max nodded, the faintest hint of respect in his tone. "It’s nice to meet you too, Tanya." + +For a moment, the three of them stood in silence, golden crowns gleaming faintly above their heads. Around them, the murmurs of other champions rippled again as they watched the three marked ones gathered together. + +The air grew tense, the atmosphere charged with invisible friction. + +Each of them carried an unspoken understanding. Within the den of the Devouring Ants, they would not be companions. They were rivals destined to cross paths, each driven by a purpose that would not allow compromise. + +"I take it that the two of you have chosen a different path than the Seven Divine Veins to reach this point?" Max asked, studying them carefully. His gaze lingered for a moment on their posture, their movements, and the faint aura surrounding their bodies. + +He could tell that both Grover and Tanya possessed immense power, but their bodies lacked the density and raw force that came from pure physical cultivation. There was no wild, unrestrained vitality radiating from them like the kind that constantly pulsed within his own form. Their strength was refined and controlled, but it was also external, drawn from their energy and not from their flesh. + +Grover smiled, his expression easy and confident. "Hehe, the Holy Nectar is a treasure filled with energy," he said, his tone light but his eyes sharp. "That energy can be used in more ways than one. You seek it to open your Seven Divine Veins, to awaken your body’s potential and walk that ancient path. But for others, the nectar is a shortcut, a means to ascend to greater realms. It contains enough energy to push one’s cultivation forward, even helping us break through the barriers that lead into the Divine Rank." + +"I see," Max said, nodding thoughtfully. He had not considered that possibility. + +To him, the Holy Nectar had been a necessary catalyst, a key to unlocking something sealed within his own body. But hearing Grover’s words, he realized how differently others viewed the same treasure. What was sacred and irreplaceable to him might simply be a source of nourishment to others. + +Grover chuckled again, the faint glint in his eyes betraying something beyond amusement. "Well then, I suppose it will be interesting to see how our different goals collide inside the den," he said. He stepped back, turning toward his own group of armored dwarves waiting nearby. + +Before leaving, he gave Max one last smile. "Best of luck to you in there, Max. I have a feeling we will see each other again before it ends." + +His tone was polite, but Max could sense the faint trace of competition beneath the words. The kind of challenge that only existed between those who stood at the same height. + +Tanya lingered for a moment longer. Her eyes softened slightly as she met Max’s gaze. "You should take care of yourself inside," she said quietly. "The den of the Devouring Ants is not like anything you’ve faced before. There is more danger in there than even the giants know." + +Max nodded once. "I’ll keep that in mind," he said. + +She gave a brief, thoughtful smile before turning and walking away, her brown hair swaying lightly as she returned to her group. + +Max watched them go, his mind already shifting to the trial ahead. ’They were awfully good. I had thought a battle would sure to happen if they came looking for me. But are they truly good people?’ He sneered inside. He could see the greed in Grover’s eyes from miles away. As for Tanya, she seemed to a hiding even more deep than Grover. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1118.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1118.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c6f37f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1118.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1112: Tribal Lord" +slug: "ch-1118" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1118 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1169 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He turned toward Chief Igris, who was observing the departing geniuses with his usual calm.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +"When are we heading inside?" Max asked, his voice steady but carrying a trace of anticipation. + +Chief Igris looked at him and answered with the same composure he always carried. "We wait for the arrival of the current Tribal Lord," he said slowly. "Only at his command are we permitted to enter the den of the Devouring Ants. Until then, we remain here." + +Max nodded, though his curiosity deepened. The Tribal Lord—the one who ruled over all the dwarven villages—was a figure of mystery to him. He had heard the title before, but never met the one who bore it. If this person held the authority to decide when the trial began, then their power must be something extraordinary. + +The atmosphere of the gathering shifted once again as the dwarves murmured quietly among themselves. Every village’s warriors seemed to stand taller now, their eyes fixed toward the horizon beyond the basin. The anticipation in the air grew heavy, like the moment before a storm breaks. + +Max waited patiently at the plateau with the others, though his mind had already begun to wander. The faint hum of anticipation around him could not distract him from the thoughts swirling in his head. + +He looked out across the vast violet wasteland and wondered what would come next once this trial was complete. The truth was that he knew very little about this secret domain. No elder or leader had given him a map or any proper guidance about what lay beyond this trial. + +The more he thought about it, the more he realized how little anyone seemed to know. The secret domain was unlike any ordinary world. It was said to change every time it opened, its lands shifting like waves upon the ocean. + +The mountains, rivers, and trial sites that once existed in one place might appear miles away or vanish entirely during the next opening. Maps, therefore, were useless. Even the most detailed ones drawn by past participants became nothing more than meaningless parchment once the domain reset itself. + +Max’s curiosity deepened. If he somehow survived this trial and earned the Holy Nectar, what then? Where would he go? What other trials awaited within this strange realm? The uncertainty was unsettling, but it also stirred something within him—a faint thrill of adventure and the promise of discovery. + +After thinking quietly for a few moments, he turned toward Chief Igris, who stood a few steps away, conversing with some of his warriors. "Chief," Max said, breaking the silence between them. "I’ve been wondering about something. You and your people have lived in this secret domain for generations, haven’t you? Do you know about any other trial sites here?" + +Chief Igris turned his gaze toward Max, his thick brows lifting slightly before a faint smile spread across his face. "Of course I know," he said, his voice carrying both pride and mystery. "My people have walked this land since the day we were created. Every cliff, every cavern, every ruin holds a memory of our kind. But knowledge is not always free." + +He paused, studying Max’s expression before continuing. "You must first help me claim the title of Tribal Lord. Once I sit upon that throne, I will take you to those trial sites myself. Until then, it is not my place to speak of them." + +Max nodded slowly, accepting the answer. Though he had hoped for a little more information, he was relieved nonetheless. If what Chief Igris said was true, then once he completed this trial, he would not be lost or wandering aimlessly. The dwarves would guide him, and that gave him a sense of direction he had not realized he needed. + +Satisfied for now, Max turned his attention back to the horizon. The air had grown heavier, almost expectant, as though the wasteland itself sensed what was about to come. The murmurs among the giant dwarves grew quieter, their movements slowing until they all stood in solemn silence. The very ground seemed to hum faintly beneath their feet. + +And then, in the distance, a sound began to rise. It was faint at first, like the rolling of distant thunder, but it grew louder with each passing second. The sound was rhythmic, deliberate, and unyielding. The dwarves straightened in their ranks, their weapons resting firmly in their hands, their gazes fixed ahead. + +From the far side of the basin, through the swirling violet mist, a towering figure emerged. His steps were slow but thunderous, each one shaking the ground slightly as if the earth itself acknowledged his presence. + +He was clad in heavy, ancient armor blackened by time, the surface etched with countless runes that glowed faintly with a golden hue. On his back hung a massive war hammer larger than any Max had ever seen, its head carved with the markings of the dwarven gods. + +Chief Igris immediately dropped to one knee, lowering his head respectfully, and the rest of the dwarves followed without hesitation. Their deep voices echoed in unison, chanting a single title with reverence. + +"Tribal Lord." + +The air trembled under the weight of their devotion. + +Max remained standing but bowed his head slightly in respect, his gaze locked on the figure approaching through the mist. There was no need for introduction. The power radiating from the being was overwhelming. His very presence seemed to pull at the world around him, bending the air with the gravity of authority and strength. + +The Tribal Lord of the Giant Dwarven Tribe had arrived. + +The sound of the dwarves’ chant faded into silence as the towering figure came to a halt at the center of the clearing. The mist swirled gently around him, revealing the full majesty of his presence. + +His armor was unlike any other Max had seen among the dwarves. It was ancient yet immaculate, forged from obsidian-black metal that shimmered faintly in the violet light of the wasteland. The runes engraved across its surface pulsed with a golden glow that seemed to respond to his heartbeat. + +A long crimson cloak hung from his broad shoulders, tattered at the edges but still regal in its weight. His beard, thick and braided with golden rings, reached down to his chest, while his eyes gleamed like molten amber beneath his heavy brow. Every breath he took exuded strength and age—a being forged not only through countless battles but through centuries of unwavering endurance. + +When he finally spoke, his voice carried across the wasteland with a deep, commanding resonance that silenced even the faint winds. "Raise your heads, children of stone and flame," he said, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling dwarves. "You have done well to prepare. The time of the Trial has come once again." + +He looked at the village chiefs of every village and the respective champions before commanding. His deep voice left no room for hesitation or fear. "I won’t take any of your time. All of you, enter the den!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1119.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1119.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..853bcef --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1119.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1113: Into the Den" +slug: "ch-1119" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1119 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1155 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment the words were spoken, the air seemed to thicken. Every chief, every warrior, and every champion knew that this was the moment that would decide their fate. + +The champions from each of the twenty villages stepped forward in unison, their expressions solemn, their determination burning quietly within their eyes. + +Max felt the tension rise as he followed Chief Igris and the warriors of his village toward the enormous, jagged pit ahead. The den of the Devouring Ants stood like a wound in the world itself. + +The entrance stretched wide and deep, swallowing the faint violet light of the wasteland. A foul stench of decay drifted out from the darkness, thick with the smell of soil, death, and the strange metallic tang of blood. + +As they descended into the den, their steps echoed against the stone walls. The air grew heavier and more humid. Strange clicking sounds reverberated through the tunnels, faint at first but growing clearer the deeper they went. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a massive underground chamber. + +The chamber stretched far into the distance, illuminated faintly by glowing crystals embedded in the ceiling. All twenty champions and their accompanying dwarves gathered there, surrounded by a labyrinth of smaller tunnels. Around these tunnels, one could see countless ant’s corpse, ants as big as Max and the others. + +Each tunnel was about large enough for a human to pass through and dwarves as well. The walls of these tunnels were smooth, covered in traces of slime and claw marks. + +Tribal Lord Grodan stepped forward once again. His massive hammer rested upon his shoulder, and his voice carried across the echoing chamber. "From here on, only the champions will continue. The tunnels are burial ground for us as many devouring ants walked in those tunnels. As the natural predator of our race, we are simply no match for them and so we could only accompany you all champions to this place only." + +His gaze swept across the champions, his tone deep and commanding. "You will face death in its purest form. The Devouring Ants hunger for everything that breathes. They will not stop. They do not sleep. Remember, Holy Nectar lies in the heart of their nest. Those who reach it will not only claim the it but will also prove the worth of their blood, body, and soul. Now go." + +The ground trembled slightly as if something far below was already stirring. The champions exchanged glances before turning toward the tunnels. One by one, they stepped into the darkness. + +Max turned to Chief Igris, who stood beside him with a calm yet unreadable expression. The faint glow from the ceiling crystals reflected off the old dwarf’s armor, giving him an almost ethereal presence. + +"This is where we part ways, boy," Chief Igris said in a low voice. His tone was steady, but there was a subtle warmth in his eyes that Max had not seen before. "From here on, it’s all on you." + +Max nodded firmly, his expression serious. "I will not fail you, Chief. I will bring back the Holy Nectar, no matter what." + +Chief Igris placed one massive hand on Max’s shoulder. "Good. I know you will." He then leaned closer, his voice turning almost like a whisper. "But remember one thing, Max. Do not waste your strength on every battle you come across in there. The Devouring Ants hunt in thousands. No amount of pride will save you if you are surrounded. Fight with your mind as much as your body. You are strong, but even the strongest can fall to endless hunger." + +Max met his gaze. "I understand." + +For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Chief Igris stepped back and straightened his posture. His deep voice boomed once again, loud enough for all the champions to hear. "May the forge of your soul burn brighter than the darkness of the ants’ nest!" + +The champions responded by nodding solemnly before disappearing one by one into their chosen tunnels. + +Max was the last to step forward. He glanced back one final time at Chief Igris, who gave him a firm nod of encouragement. Without another word, Max turned and entered one of the tunnels. The darkness swallowed him completely. + +The tunnel was narrow and silent, save for the faint sounds of his own breathing. The air smelled of damp earth and decay. With every step he took, the sound of clicking grew louder, echoing faintly in the distance. + +Behind him, the chamber slowly emptied as the other champions vanished into their own tunnels. Chief Igris watched the last flicker of light fade into the darkness and muttered quietly to himself. "May the gods of stone guide you, boy. May you return alive." + +--- + +Inside one of the tunnels, Max moved cautiously, every step measured and silent. The air was thick and humid, clinging to his skin like a living thing. The walls around him were rough and uneven, carved not by tools but by mandibles. Faint grooves and scratches covered every surface, evidence of countless claws passing through this place over time. + +The further he walked, the stronger the smell became. It was a mix of earth, decay, and something sharp—like rusted iron mixed with blood. He glanced around and noticed several corpses scattered along the path. + +Some were small beasts, others were half-eaten remains of creatures he didn’t recognize. Each carcass was dried and hollow, as if its life force had been drained away. The wounds on them were not tears or gashes but small punctures, perfectly round and clean. The work of something precise and merciless. + +"Devouring Ants..." Max muttered quietly to himself. He remembered what Chief Igris had told him—their hunger was endless, their coordination flawless. + +In the violet wasteland, the Devouring Ants stood above all as the true apex predators. Not even the Giant Dwarves could face them directly. For every warrior a dwarf tribe had, a single Devouring Ant could match its ferocity. When they swarmed, even the strongest among the dwarves were reduced to bones within moments. + +Max stayed alert. His Three Dimensional Body was fully active, sending faint pulses of perception in all directions, mapping out the tunnel around him. The sensation of his own detection ability brushing against the cold stone walls made him more aware of the silence pressing in. It was too quiet—no movement, no faint echoes of insects, nothing. + +He slowed his steps and exhaled softly. "It’s too still," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the narrow space. His instincts were screaming that something was near. He extended his perception further, and within seconds, his mind registered a shape moving ahead—fast and deliberate.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +From the darkness ahead, a sound rose. It began as a low clicking, rhythmic and sharp. The sound grew louder with each passing second, echoing off the tunnel walls like the beating of a thousand tiny hammers. Then he saw it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-112.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-112.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..adbc1a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-112.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 112: A Dream" +slug: "ch-112" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 112 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1228 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You demon! You killed so many of our people. We will kill you." + +"Kill him, and our people will find peace." + +"Kill the demon! Kill the demon!" + +"No rest for the demon. Kill him." + +Seeing all of this, Max understood he was once again inside an illusion. + +’Damn this!’ He cursed as he once again tried to use the same method—or at least attempted to—only to realize that he couldn’t feel his soul. + +Max’s eyes widened as realization struck him. He hurriedly looked at his hands and clothing. "I am in someone else’s body!" he muttered, closing his eyes. A moment later, he opened them, his face dark. + +’I feel no connection to the system or any of my power,’ Max thought grimly. + +Last time, he had escaped the illusion with the help of his soul power, but what about this time, when he was just a normal human waiting to be killed? + +"Let’s kill him and be done with it." + +"Yeah, we have other things to do after that." + +"Kill him!" + +The soldiers once again poised to attack Max, their swords and spears glinting ominously under the dim light of the illusion. + +Max studied their movements, a strange calm settling over him. ’Since this is an illusion, nothing will actually happen to me. So… let’s just die, I guess?’ He thought wryly, though the idea was far from comforting. + +He remembered the last time he had been struck. Even though it was all an illusion, the pain had felt real. His muscles ached from blocking their strikes with his shield, and the sensation of hitting the ground had coursed through his body like a thunderbolt. + +Still, he steeled himself. "Come on then… Kill me. I’m waiting. Kill me now!" Max shouted defiantly, glaring at the soldiers. + +His words enraged them. With synchronized precision, the soldiers lunged forward, their weapons gleaming with lethal intent. + +This time, Max didn’t raise his shield. + +Ctcha! + +The cold, sharp sensation of four or five spears piercing his chest tore through him. He gasped as blood bubbled from his mouth, the metallic taste filling his senses. + +’Damn, this is painful,’ he thought bitterly, silently cursing the Thorne Family for subjecting him to such torment. + +As the weapons were withdrawn, the pain became unbearable. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, his strength rapidly draining away. + +His vision darkened, the edges fading into a void. ’Is this what this illusion was all about? Accepting death?’ he wondered. + +Those were his final thoughts before the darkness swallowed him whole. + +Opening his eyes, Max found himself once again in the void-like world of endless darkness. + +"I’m back," he muttered under his breath, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. ’So that illusion was about dying…’ He sighed, glancing around. The oppressive darkness pressed in on him like a familiar, unwelcome guest. ’Is this not over yet?’ he wondered, bracing himself for what kind of torment would follow. + +As if responding to his thoughts, the darkness around him began to shift and dissolve, replaced by a grand, ancient palace. The architecture was intricate, its halls vast and echoing, yet there was a strange emptiness that made his skin crawl. + +This time, he was walking amidst a group of adults, all around 20 years of age. But something was wrong—he couldn’t control his body. It moved on its own, as if he were a passenger trapped in someone else’s memory. + +Most importantly he was ten years old like them unlike them. + +Max’s gaze darted around as his body, along with the adults, moved through the palace and into a dense forest. The towering trees cast eerie shadows, and the silence was suffocating. + +’No… This couldn’t be!’ Max’s thoughts raced as he recognized the scene, the surroundings, the faces of the adults. He had seen this before. He had ’lived’ this before—if only in a dream. + +Five years ago, when he was just a kid of 10 years old, he had a recurring nightmare. In it, he ’played’ with adults he didn’t recognize, only to lead them into a forest where he mercilessly killed them. + +The dream had haunted him for weeks, its vividness leaving him shaken. But he had dismissed it as a meaningless, grotesque nightmare. + +Now, living it again, Max felt an icy chill run down his spine. + +But as the memory unfolded, he realized something strange. The visceral fear that had gripped him in his childhood was absent. Instead, there was an eerie detachment. Experience tales at freewebnovel + +The adults wandered aimlessly through the forest, their laughter echoing among the trees. But Max—or the version of him within this memory—moved with purpose. + +And then it happened. + +With a single swing of his blade, the forest was silent. Blood splattered across the ground, and lifeless bodies crumpled where they stood. + +The memory’s horror was undeniable, but the most chilling part wasn’t the act itself—it was how he had felt. + +Even now, experiencing it again, he recalled the morbid fascination that had overtaken him. The sight of blood, the stillness of death, the crimson painting the forest floor—it had drawn him in, captivating him in a way he couldn’t explain. + +Max shuddered just thinking about it. + +’This is why…’ he thought grimly. ’This is why I’ve always felt disgusted when people call me heartless.’𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Those words had struck a nerve, not because they were true, but because they mirrored this hidden side of him—a side he couldn’t reconcile, a side he couldn’t explain. + +After experiencing this scene, the world dissolved into nothingness and darkness clouded his vision once again. He was back in the world of the darkness. + +’I am back again… now what?’ Max sighed as he looked around the darkness. + +As he stood in the suffocating darkness, he heard it—a voice, soft yet piercing, echoing through the void. + +"Maxy!" + +His breath caught. That word. That voice. It sent a jolt of recognition through him, awakening something deep and buried within. Only one person had ever called him that. + +’No… it can’t be…’ + +He swiftly turned around, his eyes scanning the infinite darkness. And there she was. A lone figure stood amidst the void, glowing faintly as if defying the oppressive gloom. + +It was her. + +A beautiful young woman, no older than twenty, with long black hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. She wore a simple black shirt and jeans, her attire unremarkable, yet it couldn’t hide the radiance of her presence. + +Her expression was solemn, but her smile was genuine, the kind that tugged at his heartstrings. + +Max’s throat tightened, his chest heavy with a storm of emotions he didn’t know how to process. He hadn’t seen her in years—no, he ’couldn’t’ have seen her in years. + +"Big Sister!" He called out instinctively. + +"Maxy, how have you been?" Her voice reached Max as she floated and appeared in front of him. + +Max glanced at her, his mind occupied with hundreds of questions, but there was one he had to ask first. + +"Are you real?" he asked. + +Freya smiled gently. "No, I am not." + +Max sighed, expecting that, his expression turning sad. + +"However, this version of me isn’t like the illusions you have experienced just now," she said, explaining. "Before I left for the Middle Domains, I left a very small part of my soul here in this world of illusion." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1120.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1120.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ae696d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1120.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1114: Killing a Devouring Ant" +slug: "ch-1120" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1120 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1198 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A figure emerged from the darkness of the passageway. Its body gleamed faintly in the dim light, covered in a thick black exoskeleton that shimmered like polished obsidian. Its size was monstrous, nearly as large as a warhorse. Long serrated mandibles extended from its face, twitching as it moved. Six legs, each ending in a curved claw, scraped against the walls, leaving shallow marks behind. + +A Devouring Ant. + +It moved with eerie precision, its every step calculated and soundless despite its size. The faint greenish glow in its many eyes reflected against the damp tunnel walls. Its antennae twitched rapidly, brushing the air in front of it as if tasting the scent of a living being. + +Max’s muscles tensed. He could feel the faint pressure of its presence pressing against his senses. The creature radiated an aura of hunger—a primal, ancient instinct to consume everything in its path. His body entered combat readiness on instinct. + +"So this is what the dwarves feared," Max whispered under his breath. "Let’s see just how strong you really are." + +The ant stopped moving. For a brief moment, both predator and prey stood still, locked in silent confrontation. Then, with a sudden screech that pierced the air, the Devouring Ant lunged forward. + +Its mandibles snapped open and shut with terrifying speed, cutting through the air with a metallic hiss. The tunnel shook from the impact of its movement, dust falling from the ceiling. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. "Fast," he muttered. He shifted his stance, energy coursing through his body. Blue lightning flickered faintly across his skin, casting blue sparks against the walls. + +The Devouring Ant lunged again, and this time, Max moved. + +In that instant, the quiet tunnel transformed into a battlefield. + +Max’s figure blurred backward in an instant, blue lightning sparking violently around his body. His boots scraped against the rough ground as his hand reached behind his back, pulling out his sword in one fluid motion. The faint hum of the blade resonated through the tunnel, mingling with the low clicking sounds that echoed in the darkness ahead. + +He exhaled slowly. "Raw strength won’t work here," he muttered, narrowing his eyes at the ant that was already regaining its balance. The dwarves were living proof of that. They were masters of brute force, yet even they could not stand against these creatures. It meant one thing—the Devouring Ants were impervious to physical power. To fight such an enemy, precision and elemental force were the only path. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art!" + +The words left his mouth like thunder, and his blade moved. A trail of blue light cut through the air as he unleashed the third level of the Concept of Severing Sword. The very air seemed to split before him as the sword descended in a clean arc. + +Bang! + +The strike landed with crushing force, slamming into the creature’s glossy black exoskeleton. The impact sent a violent shockwave through the tunnel, shaking dust and small stones from the ceiling. The Devouring Ant was thrown back several meters, hitting the wall with a dull, resonant crack. The tunnel trembled under the force. + +But when Max steadied himself and looked closely, his expression darkened. The ant was still moving. Not a single cut marred its shell. Its exoskeleton gleamed faintly, as if mocking his effort. + +’The exoskeleton of this thing is stronger than the centipede’s,’ he realized, his brows furrowing. ’I won’t get anywhere with a direct hit.’ + +The ant let out a shrill, screeching hiss. Its mandibles clicked together with such speed that sparks flew from the friction. The creature’s body twisted unnaturally, and before Max could blink, it lunged forward again—this time faster than before. The tunnel’s air pressure changed with the speed of its charge, creating a rush of wind that slammed into Max’s face. + +Max didn’t flinch. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, and the faint crackle of lightning filled the tunnel once more. Red lightning began to coil around the blade like a living serpent, hissing and flickering in rhythm with his heartbeat. The ground beneath him buzzed as arcs of energy danced across it. + +"Brilliant Thunder." + +It was the first form of the Storm King’s inheritance, an enhancement technique that magnified the sharpness and cutting power of his weapon through compressed lightning. The red bolts fused perfectly with the steel, making the sword gleam as if it were forged from living thunder. + +At the same time, his body burst into motion. Blue lightning exploded around his legs, and the tunnel was filled with the sound of a storm. He used One Mile Step, his movement art, vanishing from sight in a blink. The lightning that trailed behind him left a ghostly afterimage, a streak of blue cutting across the air. + +The Devouring Ant’s claws swung forward—but Max was already gone. + +He appeared behind the creature, red lightning swirling in his sword arm like a storm condensed into a single point. His voice echoed through the shaking tunnel. "Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword—Fifth Form!" + +A roar of thunder followed the strike. The red lightning erupted violently, flooding the passage with blinding light. Max’s sword swept across the ant’s midsection in a single, fluid slash. The sound that followed was unlike anything natural—it was as if the air itself screamed. + +When the light faded, Max stood several meters ahead, his sword lowered. Behind him, the Devouring Ant froze mid-lunge. A thin red line glowed across its abdomen. Then, with a wet, splitting sound, the creature’s body separated cleanly into two halves. Both halves fell to the sides with heavy thuds, ichor splattering across the stone floor. The air was thick with the smell of burnt chitin. + +Max exhaled slowly, red lightning still dancing faintly across his shoulders. "Lightning is effective," he murmured, his tone calm but satisfied. He approached the corpse, his eyes fixed on it with curiosity. "Good. That means I have an edge." + +He raised his hand, black flames flickering to life in his palm. They hissed and writhed like shadows, ready to devour the remains. But just as the flames reached out, the two halves of the corpse began to twitch. + +Max stopped. His eyes narrowed. + +The remains vibrated violently, and then—without warning—they collapsed inward. A strange suction force appeared for a split second, and the corpse sank into the ground as if being pulled by an invisible mouth. Within seconds, nothing was left. Not even a drop of blood. The only trace of the creature’s existence was the faint scorch mark left by Max’s lightning. + +"What...?" Max muttered, his expression darkening. "The corpse disappeared?" + +He crouched down, examining the floor. There were no holes, no cracks—just smooth stone. The disappearance was unnatural. "Could they be devouring themselves when one dies?" he wondered aloud. + +The thought unsettled him. It wasn’t just the ant’s strength that was terrifying—it was the instinct behind it. Something that powerful shouldn’t need to erase its dead unless it was part of something larger, something organized. + +Max stood up, tightening his grip on his sword. The tunnel stretched endlessly ahead, and faint clicking sounds echoed once again from the distance. This time, the noise wasn’t from one ant. + +It was from many. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1121.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1121.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..994b7ad --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1121.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1115: Killing More Ants" +slug: "ch-1121" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1121 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1090 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"The more the better," Max muttered quietly, his voice almost lost in the faint echoes of the tunnel. His body shimmered faintly before vanishing entirely from sight as he used his invisibility skill. The faint hum of his concealed aura faded until there was only silence. + +He moved forward with smooth, soundless steps. The air inside the tunnel was hot and stagnant, heavy with the scent of earth and decay. His breathing slowed as his senses sharpened. Every pulse of his heart sent faint ripples through his Three Dimensional Body, allowing him to feel every vibration in the air, every faint movement of the crawling creatures ahead. + +Soon the clicking sounds of the ants coming from ahead. A chill passed through the tunnel as the sound turned into a cacophony of sharp, synchronized clicks that bounced against the stone walls. The floor began to tremble under the rhythmic vibration of many legs moving in unison. + +Then, as the faint glow of his Three Dimensional Body enhanced perception spread through the narrow passage, he saw them. Ten of the monstrous Devouring Ants filled the tunnel ahead, their black exoskeletons glinting under the dim, greenish light. + +They moved in formation, crawling along the walls and ceiling as easily as they did the ground. Their bodies glistened with a strange, oily sheen, and their long, serrated mandibles opened and closed rapidly, releasing faint screeches that scraped against Max’s nerves. + +Each of them was enormous, their bodies thick with muscle and armor. The air around them vibrated faintly with power. Max’s sharp senses immediately detected their strength—each one was at the peak of the Mythic Rank, exactly like the one he had just fought. + +Ten creatures of that caliber moving together could easily overwhelm an army of ordinary warriors. + +Max smiled faintly beneath his breath, his calm eyes reflecting a faint glimmer of red and blue. "Good," he whispered softly. + +In the next instant, lightning burst through the silence. + +A flash of red light split the tunnel in half as Max moved. His invisible form blurred forward, and arcs of blue lightning scattered in his wake. The narrow walls crackled as the raw energy surged through them, illuminating the darkness like a violent storm. + +The first Devouring Ant didn’t even have the chance to react. A streak of red lightning flashed across its neck, and its head fell soundlessly to the ground before its body was split cleanly in half. + +The second turned sharply toward the disturbance, its mandibles snapping open. A blue light flickered beside it, and before it could even raise its claws, Max’s sword tore through its torso in a perfect, horizontal slash. The red lightning along the blade burned deep through the exoskeleton, cutting through layers of armor as if it were cloth. + +The tunnel erupted into chaos. The rest of the ants screeched and lunged together, their movements fast and terrifyingly coordinated. The air filled with the sharp scent of acid and ozone as their claws and mandibles slashed through the space where Max had just been. + +But he was never there. + +Blue lightning flashed repeatedly through the darkness as Max’s figure appeared and vanished in rapid succession. He moved faster than their senses could follow, teleporting through short bursts of lightning using his movement art. The confined space made it even easier for him to strike. Every time the red light flared, another Devouring Ant was split apart. + +Bang! Bang! Bang!𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +The sounds of destruction echoed endlessly through the tunnel. Sparks danced across the walls as energy exploded with every swing of his sword. The confined passage turned into a blinding corridor of lightning and fire. + +One sword move after another—each strike faster, sharper, and more precise than the last. The tunnel shook violently, dust and stones raining from above as the fight continued. Within moments, all ten Devouring Ants lay scattered across the tunnel floor, their bodies twitching briefly before falling still. The smell of burnt shell and ozone filled the air. + +Max lowered his sword slowly. Red lightning still danced faintly along the blade before fading into silence. He exhaled, the air hot against his skin. "That should do it," he murmured. His tone was calm, not proud, just acknowledging what had to be done. + +But then, before he could take a step forward, something strange happened again. + +The corpses of the Devouring Ants twitched. Their thick, black bodies began to vibrate faintly, and then the ground beneath them seemed to open up. It was as if the earth itself had turned into liquid shadow. Each corpse sank slowly, devoured completely by the den. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. One by one, the bodies vanished. Within seconds, the tunnel was empty again, leaving not a single drop of blood, not even a scratch on the ground to show the battle had ever happened. The silence returned, heavy and suffocating. + +"They’re being pulled away again," Max whispered. His voice echoed softly through the long corridor. He put away his sword and began walking forward once more, eyes sharp and senses heightened. "Looks like the real threat lies even deeper inside." + +And so he continued down the endless tunnel, lightning flickering faintly around his steps as the shadows of the den swallowed him whole once more. + +It didn’t take long for Max to encounter more of the Devouring Ants. The tunnels ahead were crawling with them, moving in perfect coordination through the shadows. Their black exoskeletons glistened faintly in the dim glow of the tunnel, reflecting the faint shimmer of the glowing minerals embedded in the walls. The air vibrated with the soft, rhythmic clicking of their mandibles. + +They were everywhere, forming a living wall of movement that could crush anything foolish enough to draw attention. + +Max stopped in silence, pressing one hand lightly against the cold, uneven wall beside him. His breathing slowed as his invisibility skill kept him cloaked from sight. He watched the swarm closely as they moved past him, their antennae twitching, their legs scraping against the stone floor. A single misstep, a single sound, would alert them. + +He waited until the swarm passed. Only then did he continue forward, his footsteps completely soundless. There was no reason to fight them now. Killing them was pointless if their corpses were only going to vanish into the ground. He couldn’t devour their essence, and he didn’t want to waste his energy. + +"No point wasting my strength," he thought quietly, his voice a whisper inside his own mind. "If I can’t absorb them, there’s no benefit in fighting." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1122.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1122.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8caccd2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1122.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1116: Holy Nectar" +slug: "ch-1122" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1122 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1076 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The tunnel stretched ahead for several minutes, winding deeper into the earth. The sound of the ants gradually faded behind him, replaced by a deep, humming silence. The air grew warmer, and a faint golden glow began to appear ahead. Max felt a surge of curiosity and quickened his pace. + +A few moments later, he stepped out of the narrow tunnel into an open chamber. It was vast, far larger than any passage he had seen before. The ceiling stretched upward, glowing faintly with clusters of luminescent crystals. The walls were lined with veins of gold-like mineral that shimmered with soft light. + +But what caught Max’s attention wasn’t the beauty of the place—it was the radiant object resting in the center of the chamber. + +On a raised platform of dark stone lay a large glob of liquid gold, thick and luminous. It pulsed faintly, as though it were alive. The light it emitted filled the entire chamber with a soft, golden glow that flickered across the walls like sunlight filtering through water. + +Max’s eyes locked onto it instantly. "Is that the Holy Nectar?" he wondered aloud, his tone low but filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. + +He approached slowly, the energy radiating from the glob brushing against his skin like a wave of warmth. The closer he got, the more he could feel the power within it. It was dense, pure, and vibrant—like liquid life itself. The smell of it was faintly sweet but sharp, carrying a tang of mana that prickled at the edges of his senses. + +Reaching the platform, Max knelt beside the glowing pool and extended his hand. He dipped his finger lightly into the substance. The moment his skin touched it, a surge of power burst through his arm, flooding his body. His veins glowed faintly beneath his skin as energy coursed through him. + +He felt his mana core tremble and expand as if it were drinking in the nectar’s strength. For a brief moment, every muscle in his body felt renewed, filled with boundless vitality. "No doubt about it," he said with a grin. "This is the Holy Nectar." + +Still feeling the warm hum of power inside him, Max reached into his storage space and took out a bottle. It was a thick container made of dark, rune-etched metal, lined with silver threads that glowed faintly. + +This was the vessel the giant dwarves had given him—a container specifically designed to store the volatile nectar. Chief Igris had warned him that the Holy Nectar couldn’t be kept in any normal container, as its energy would either evaporate or explode on contact with unrefined material. + +He held the bottle under the glob and began to fill it carefully. The nectar flowed like molten gold, swirling with faint traces of light as it poured into the container. The first level of the markings on the bottle filled up slowly, glowing faintly as it absorbed the liquid’s energy. When it finally reached the line marking the first level, Max stopped. + +He raised the bottle and examined it under the faint light. The runes along the surface shimmered as they stabilized the energy inside. Yet, the bottle still looked mostly empty. Only the first section was filled, and nine more markings remained above it. + +Max frowned slightly. "That’s just the first level," he muttered to himself. "If this is all there is here, it’s nowhere near enough." + +He remembered Chief Igris’s words clearly. The old dwarf had said that for him to have a chance of getting the highest amount of Holy Nectar, it needed to be filled to at least the sixth level. That much nectar would ensure victory for their village and provide Max with enough energy to open his Divine Veins. + +Eight levels would be a great achievement. Nine or ten, however, were almost unheard of—only the most powerful geniuses throughout history had ever managed to bring that much. + +He stared at the traces of golden liquid still shimmering faintly in the small pool before him. "If this is only the beginning," he thought with a calm, focused expression, "then the real challenge must lie deeper inside." + +He sealed the bottle tightly and placed it back into his storage space. Straightening up, he glanced around the chamber once more. The golden light reflected off his eyes, making them glow faintly. The air here was charged with energy, dense enough to make his skin tingle. + +"This place is strange," Max muttered softly as he stepped into another tunnel branching from the main chamber. His footsteps echoed faintly across the rough, uneven ground. The tunnel stretched long and winding, and a faint earthy smell mixed with something metallic lingered in the air.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +He knew he couldn’t stop with only one level of nectar. If he wanted to fill the entire bottle to at least level six, or even higher, he would have to go much deeper. That meant venturing further into the heart of the Devouring Ants’ nest, where the Holy Nectar was likely to be concentrated—and where danger would undoubtedly be greater. + +The tunnel walls around him grew smoother as he advanced, as though carved deliberately rather than naturally formed. A faint, pulsating vibration could be felt through the stone, like the steady thrum of something alive within the depths. The air was heavier here, thick with a kind of pressure that made breathing slightly more difficult. + +After walking for several minutes, Max arrived at another chamber. It was wide and circular, its ceiling lost in shadow. The faint blue glow of the stones embedded in the walls provided just enough light to make out the surroundings. His eyes darted across the room. There was no trace of the golden liquid anywhere—no shimmer, no scent, no glow. + +He activated his Three Dimensional Body to scan the chamber. Nothing. Not a single drop of Holy Nectar registered. But his senses did pick up something else. Movement. + +At least ten Devouring Ants were crawling slowly along the far side of the chamber, their black carapaces gleaming faintly in the dim light. Their movements were steady and methodical, antennae twitching as they scraped their claws against the ground. Their bodies clicked softly as they communicated with each other, filling the air with a strange rhythm. + +"So it isn’t entirely empty after all," Max thought quietly, his gaze sweeping across the chamber. The ants were spread out, patrolling the area as if guarding something deeper within. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1123.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1123.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..51e24d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1123.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1117: Encountering a Champion" +slug: "ch-1123" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1123 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max didn’t plan to engage them. There was no reason to waste energy fighting when the nectar wasn’t here. He tightened his control over his invisibility skill, cloaking himself completely. The faint shimmer around his body vanished until not even a trace of mana could be felt from his position. + +’My invisibility skill is the best thing I have here,’ he thought as he quietly moved across the edge of the chamber, his footsteps making no sound. He slipped past the patrolling ants, staying close to the walls, and found another tunnel at the opposite end. + +This one was different. The moment he stepped into it, he felt a faint change in the air. The tunnel was narrower, but what stood out the most was the structure itself. The walls were lined with holes, small circular burrows that extended in every direction. It was like a maze of pathways woven together underground. Each of the holes pulsed faintly, carrying the faint scent of the ants. It was their nest. + +"Looks like I’ve entered the inner tunnels," Max whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible. He glanced at the dark burrows surrounding him. + +He hesitated only for a moment before choosing one of the tunnels that branched off toward the left. He continued forward, careful not to disturb anything. The further he went, the stronger the vibrations beneath his feet became. It was as though the ground itself was alive with movement. + +A few minutes passed. The only sound was the faint hum of his own breathing and the occasional drip of moisture from the ceiling. But then, from deep ahead, another noise reached his ears—a rapid clicking, sharper and more frantic than before. + +Max froze. He focused his perception immediately, activating his Three Dimensional Body to scan the area ahead. Within moments, he detected several moving shapes coming toward him through the tunnel. Their speed was fast, and their movement chaotic. + +The clicking grew louder. + +He frowned. "That’s a lot of them," he muttered quietly to himself. He counted quickly. More than ten, maybe even fifteen Devouring Ants were moving in his direction, the sound of their claws scraping against the stone growing closer with each second. + +But something didn’t feel right. Their pattern of movement wasn’t focused or coordinated like before. It was frantic, almost like they were chasing something. + +"Huh?" Max’s expression shifted slightly. "They’re not coming after me... they’re chasing someone." + +He sharpened his senses further and peered through his Three Dimensional Body’s perception field. The faint outline of a figure appeared within his mind’s vision. It was humanoid, small compared to the towering ants, and it was running at full speed through the tunnel—straight toward him. + +A human. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. "Another genius," he murmured. He hadn’t expected to see another participant from a different village so soon. The figure’s mana signature flickered weakly, suggesting they were either exhausted or injured. + +The swarm of Devouring Ants followed close behind, their collective presence like a dark wave rushing forward. The sound of their mandibles clattering together filled the tunnel like a storm of knives. + +Max stood still, his invisible figure blending seamlessly with the shadows. His calm eyes watched the scene unfold from the distance, waiting for the right moment to decide what to do. The genius was closing in fast, desperation clear in their movements. + +"Looks like things are about to get interesting," he whispered quietly, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. + +Max remained perfectly still as the faint image of the running genius drew closer through his Three Dimensional Body’s perception field. The human’s breathing was ragged and uneven, the sound of it carrying faintly through the narrow stone corridor. + +The swarm of Devouring Ants behind them moved like a flood of darkness. Their black bodies glistened in the dim light, and the clicking of their mandibles was deafening now. Each sound echoed violently off the tunnel walls, filling the air with the rhythm of imminent death. + +Max didn’t move. He watched quietly from his concealed position, the faint shimmer of his invisibility flickering almost imperceptibly. His calm expression didn’t waver, even as the other human stumbled closer. He could see the panic in the person’s eyes as they turned their head slightly, searching for any way out. There was none. + +’You really shouldn’t have come this deep,’ Max thought silently. His mind was cold and calculating, not cruel, but focused entirely on the task ahead. He knew what he needed—the Holy Nectar. Everything else was secondary. + +The human passed by him, completely unaware of his presence. They were only a few steps away when the first of the ants lunged forward. The swarm erupted into movement. The sound of chitin grinding against stone filled the tunnel. Screams followed, short and sharp, echoing once before being cut off by the sickening crunch of mandibles closing in. + +Max didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed locked on the scene through his perception. The ants tore into the unfortunate genius with feral hunger. Their bodies piled up over one another, completely hiding the human from view within seconds. + +Dust and fragments of stone fell from the ceiling as the tunnel shook under the chaos. The swarm hissed and screeched in triumph, devouring everything before heading towards the direction Max had came from. + +Max waited a few moments longer until the sounds began to fade. Only then did he move. His figure shimmered faintly before reappearing in the darkness, his expression composed, his mind already analyzing what he had seen. + +"That worked out perfectly," he murmured quietly. The swarm was gone, completely distracted by their new prey. It was ruthless, but it was effective. He knew that fighting fifteen Devouring Ants head-on would be a waste of energy, and helping someone who was already as good as dead would have only put him at risk. + +He glanced once more in the direction the human had been taken, then turned his gaze to where the swarm had come from. His instincts told him that the ants had been protecting something—possibly another source of the Holy Nectar. They wouldn’t have gathered in such large numbers otherwise. + +Without hesitation, Max cloaked himself again, his form fading into invisibility. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1124.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1124.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5eff02e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1124.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1118: Danger?" +slug: "ch-1124" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1124 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1263 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The tunnel they had come from was narrower, and the air was even heavier here. The smell of damp earth was mixed with something faintly sweet, a lingering trace of mana that seemed to pulse faintly through the ground. It was a scent similar to the one he had sensed near the first pool of Holy Nectar. + +’So that’s where they’re guarding it,’ Max thought. His movements were quick but cautious. He stepped carefully around the faint traces of the ants’ trails, avoiding any sudden sounds that could alert the hive. + +Minutes passed as he advanced deeper through the twisting passage. The faint golden light began to appear again, glowing softly from somewhere ahead. His senses sharpened. The air was warm now, almost stifling. + +Finally, he reached the end of the tunnel and stopped. His eyes widened slightly. Before him was another open chamber—this one far larger than the previous one. The air inside shimmered faintly, and at the center, resting within a shallow pit carved into the rock, was another mass of golden liquid. + +The Holy Nectar. + +But unlike the small pool he had found before, this one was immense. The energy radiating from it was overwhelming, flooding the chamber with thick waves of mana. It pulsed rhythmically, like a living heart. The glow reflected across the walls, creating rippling patterns of golden light that danced like fire. + +Max took a slow breath, a faint smile forming on his face. "There you are," he whispered, his tone calm and steady. + +Moving forward silently, he approached the massive golden pool, his steps light and measured. "It will at least fulfill two levels." He muttered lightly as he took out the bottle. + +But before Max could even lower the bottle into the pool of Holy Nectar, a cold shiver ran down his spine. It wasn’t the kind of instinctive warning one felt in minor danger—it was the crushing, primal fear that came when death itself drew close. The air around him grew thick and heavy, pressing down on his chest like an invisible weight. + +His body reacted before his mind could process what was happening. In the next instant, space rippled around him. The world twisted in a silent distortion as he activated the third level of the Concept of Space. His figure vanished from where he stood and reappeared at the very edge of the chamber, the distorted energy fading away like mist. + +He turned quickly, his eyes sharp and alert. That was when he saw it. + +A massive shape moved slowly along the ceiling, its presence so overwhelming that the air itself seemed to tremble. It was a Devouring Ant—but not like any he had faced before. This one was enormous, easily five times the size of the ones he had killed earlier. Its thick exoskeleton was a dark, gleaming black with faint veins of red light pulsing through it like molten magma. Each of its legs ended in sharp, scythe-like claws that pierced into the stone ceiling with every step. + +It moved without a sound, yet every motion carried unimaginable weight. Its eyes glowed with a deep, sickly crimson light, and its massive mandibles twitched as it lowered its head slightly, surveying the chamber below. + +Max’s heart pounded violently in his chest. His breath caught for a moment as he stared at the creature in disbelief. "How did I not see this thing?" he thought, his mind racing. He was certain he had scanned the chamber earlier with his Three Dimensional Body. The ability was meant to perceive everything within its radius—every movement, every ripple of energy. And yet, it hadn’t detected this creature at all. + +The realization hit him like a weight. "Could it be that its strength is too high?" he wondered, his face darkening. "Is it strong enough to exist beyond the detection range of my Three Dimensional Body?" + +He clenched his jaw as he stared up at the monstrous creature, but the more he focused, the more his unease grew. The energy coming from it was unlike anything he had sensed before. It wasn’t chaotic or wild like most beasts’—it was heavy and steady, like the pulse of a living mountain. And yet, even with his heightened perception, he couldn’t sense its full depth. It was like trying to measure an endless abyss. + +"This thing... I can’t even gauge its level," he muttered under his breath. A flicker of fear appeared in his eyes, though his expression remained calm on the surface. + +He tried to steady himself. ’It shouldn’t be able to see me,’ he thought, taking a slow, careful breath. ’My invisibility skill hides even my energy signature. There’s no way it can sense me.’ + +But even as the thought crossed his mind, the massive creature stopped moving. Its antennae twitched once, slicing through the air with a faint hiss. Then, slowly, its enormous head turned. + +Max froze. + +The creature’s crimson eyes fixed directly on his position. + +For a brief, horrifying moment, the world seemed to fall silent. The faint hum of mana in the air vanished. The pressure of its gaze alone made the tunnel walls groan, as though reality itself was bending under the weight of its presence. + +"Max, run!" Blob’s voice roared suddenly in his head, breaking the silence. The urgency in his tone was sharper than Max had ever heard before. "That ant has the strength of the fifth level of the Divine Rank! You aren’t possibly its match!" + +Max’s body tensed immediately. "No shit!" he shouted under his breath as his figure blurred into motion.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +Red lightning erupted violently around him, flooding the chamber with blinding light. His muscles surged with power as he unleashed the second form of the Storm King’s Inheritance—Extreme Speed. The red lightning condensed into his legs, propelling him forward with incredible force. + +At the same time, his movement art—One Mile Step—activated. Blue lightning intertwined with the red, creating a storm of energy that ripped through the chamber. The ground cracked beneath the force of his acceleration as he shot forward like a streak of light. + +The gigantic ant let out a shrill, piercing screech that shook the cavern walls. Its massive body lunged downward from the ceiling, shattering stone as it fell. The impact sent tremors through the ground, but Max was already gone, flashing through the tunnel with lightning trailing behind him. + +The passage blurred around him as he moved faster and faster, every ounce of energy focused on escape. The sound of the creature’s pursuit echoed behind him—each movement a deep, thunderous crash as it tore through the tunnel with unstoppable momentum. + +Chunks of rock fell from the ceiling as the giant ant clawed its way through, the sheer pressure of its aura distorting the air itself. But Max didn’t look back. His only thought was to get as far away as possible, his figure flickering like a red-blue comet shooting through the endless darkness. + +Even as he fled, he could feel its killing intent behind him—a suffocating force that promised death to anything that dared to linger. The ground shook with every step it took, and the tunnel walls quivered as if they might collapse at any moment. + +"Damn it," Max hissed as he pushed his speed even further. "I didn’t come here to die to some overgrown bug!" + +The red and blue lightning surrounding his body intensified, flooding the tunnel with flashing light as he raced through the twisting labyrinth, his thoughts razor-sharp and his heart pounding like thunder. + +The true nightmare of the Devouring Ants’ den was just revealed before Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1125.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1125.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..136da82 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1125.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1119: Smash Portal" +slug: "ch-1125" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1125 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1206 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The more Max ran, the clearer it became that the situation was hopeless. The tunnel ahead stretched endlessly, yet every time he looked back, he could feel the oppressive presence of the giant ant closing the distance. Its monstrous body moved with terrifying speed, crushing stone and earth beneath its weight. The entire den trembled as if it might collapse at any moment. + +Each step Max took echoed with the sound of thunder as red and blue lightning flared wildly around his body. His breathing grew heavy, and sparks flew from the soles of his boots as he pushed his speed beyond its limits. + +Yet no matter how fast he moved, the creature’s shadow loomed closer. Its screeches rattled the air, sharp and shrill, cutting through the chaos like blades scraping against metal. + +He could feel the difference between them—the sheer, overwhelming power that separated his strength from the creature’s Divine Rank might. Every flicker of its aura felt like a hammer pressing down on his soul. "Its speed... it’s too much," he muttered between breaths, his eyes narrowing. "At this rate, it’ll catch me before I reach the next chamber." + +For a brief moment, his mind raced through his options. Fighting was suicide. Running wouldn’t work. The only path left was one that most wouldn’t dare to take. + +"In that case..." Max whispered under his breath. His eyes glowed faintly, and the air around him began to ripple. He channeled his energy inward, focusing all the power of his Third Level Concept of Space—Spatial Distortion—into his right fist. The air trembled violently around his hand as faint silver cracks spread through the surrounding space. + +The sound of distorted energy filled the tunnel. It was low at first, like the deep hum of shifting pressure, then it escalated into a roar as the very fabric of the tunnel began to bend and twist. + +"Space Distortion—Smash Portal!" Max shouted, his voice echoing through the trembling corridor. + +He swung his fist forward. + +Bang! + +A deafening explosion followed as his punch struck the air itself. The space in front of him shattered like glass, fragments of reality breaking apart in a spiral of silver light. Beyond the cracks, a swirling void opened, darker than anything in existence. The air around it was drawn inward, forming a vortex that howled like a raging storm. + +For a moment, Max stared into the abyss. It was pure darkness, an endless expanse that looked as though it led to nothingness. Yet he didn’t hesitate. The thunderous screech of the pursuing ant reached his ears again, closer than ever. He could almost feel its breath on his back. + +Without a second thought, Max leapt into the void. + +The moment his body passed through, the portal snapped shut behind him. The shattered fragments of space knit themselves back together, sealing completely before the giant ant could reach it. + +The beast slammed into the spot where the portal had been, its enormous claws scraping against solid stone as it roared in fury. The impact sent cracks spreading across the tunnel walls, but the void was gone. + +On the other side, Max’s figure shot out of the portal with uncontrollable force. He collided hard against a wall, the sound echoing loudly through the new chamber he found himself in. + +He coughed slightly, wincing as he stood up and brushed dust from his clothes. "That landing could have been better," he muttered, his tone tired but relieved. + +Activating his Three Dimensional Body, Max immediately scanned the area around him. The perception waves spread in all directions, filling the chamber with invisible ripples. His mind quickly mapped out the surroundings. It was quiet. No movement, no energy signatures, no trace of the giant ant. + +He exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing. "Looks like I made it." A faint smirk crossed his face. "Barely." + +What he had just used was something he had created through years of experimentation—a spatial escape technique of his own design. He called it Smash Portal. The idea behind it was simple in theory but nearly impossible in execution: to punch through the boundaries of space itself and force a direct passage between two separate points. + +The Third Level Concept of Space, Spatial Distortion, allowed him to twist and manipulate space around him. By condensing that power to its absolute limit and channeling it into a single strike, he could momentarily break the barrier between two spatial layers, creating a wormhole that acted as a bridge. + +The only flaw was control. The technique was still in its early stages, and Max had not yet mastered the ability to determine exactly where the other end of the portal would open. It could lead anywhere—a few meters away, another chamber, or even a completely different region of the secret domain. That uncertainty made it dangerous to use in battle. + +But in that desperate moment, danger had been preferable to death. + +He took another deep breath, steadying himself. The atmosphere here was different. He could still smell the faint metallic scent of the ant hive, but it was weaker, suggesting he had traveled far from where he had been.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Max glanced around cautiously, still alert for any potential threats. "At least I’m not bug food," he said quietly, his tone carrying a hint of dry humor. + +He flexed his right hand, feeling the faint sting in his knuckles from the distortion backlash. The technique had worked—but it had drained a considerable amount of his energy. "Smash Portal works," he thought, looking at his hand with a faint grin. "But I’ll need to refine it. The recoil is rough, and I still can’t control the exit point." + +Despite the exhaustion in his body, a sense of satisfaction filled him. He had survived a Divine Rank threat and successfully used a spatial technique that most spatial masters only dreamed of achieving. + +Now, he just needed to figure out where he had landed. He was sure that he was still in the den of the Devouring Ants as he looked at the small cave like structure he was in. + +"Running into a Divine Rank ant of all the other ants... what bad luck," Max muttered quietly, his voice echoing faintly through the empty stone walls of the cave. His boots scraped lightly against the ground as he walked forward, brushing the dust off his clothes. + +There was only one way forward—a single tunnel leading deeper into the unknown. Without hesitation, Max began to move. His figure blurred with blue lightning as he activated his movement technique. Sparks of azure light trailed behind him, flickering across the narrow walls like fragments of a storm. + +The tunnel twisted and turned, narrowing in some places before opening slightly again. He ran smoothly, keeping his senses stretched to their limits. His Three Dimensional Body was active, scanning ahead for any hint of movement or energy fluctuation. + +It was through that expanded perception that he soon detected several strong presences ahead—four, maybe five human energy signatures, surrounded by a large cluster of aggressive, chaotic ones. + +He slowed slightly, focusing his awareness. The chaotic energy patterns were unmistakable. They belonged to the Devouring Ants. And from how concentrated they were, it wasn’t a small group. It was a swarm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1126.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1126.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..963a091 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1126.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1120: A Secret Cave!" +slug: "ch-1126" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1126 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1127 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"So, there are geniuses fighting them," Max thought, his eyes narrowing as he ran. "If they’re going all out in this place, it can only mean one thing." His expression hardened as a faint smile crossed his face. "There must be Holy Nectar there." + +That was the only reason anyone would willingly engage these creatures. Killing the Devouring Ants yielded no benefit otherwise. Their corpses vanished, and they left nothing behind to absorb. Only when Holy Nectar was nearby did it become worth risking one’s life against them. + +He increased his speed, the blue lightning around him intensifying. The sound of battle soon reached his ears—a distant, muffled clash of metal, the sharp hiss of energy attacks, and the deafening screeches of the ants. The scent of burnt chitin and blood mingled in the air. + +Moments later, Max emerged from the tunnel into a large, open chamber. The scene before him was chaotic and fierce. + +Five geniuses were locked in a desperate struggle against a small army of Devouring Ants. The insects covered the ground, crawling over each other as they lunged forward with open mandibles. Sparks, fire, and mana blasts illuminated the chamber in flashes of blue, red, and gold. The thick air shimmered with heat and power. + +Despite the chaos, Max’s trained eyes quickly assessed the situation. The five were strong. Their movements were precise, their coordination fluid. They fought with the composure of experienced warriors. Each attack was measured, covering one another as they struck down the ants that lunged from different angles. + +Still, it was clear the battle was not easy. The Devouring Ants were unrelenting. Every time one was cut down, another rushed forward to fill its place. Their black shells deflected weaker attacks, and even direct hits left only shallow dents. The geniuses were powerful, but fatigue was beginning to show in their movements. + +Just as Max was observing from the edge of the chamber, a sudden shout rang out. One of the fighters caught sight of him, and his voice was filled with disbelief. "What? Another genius with a crown is here?" + +The moment the words reached Max’s ears, his figure flickered. Blue lightning burst around him as he vanished from where he stood. In the next instant, he reappeared directly in front of the man who had spoken. His speed was so great that the air itself rippled from the sudden shift. + +"What do you mean, another genius with the golden crown?" Max asked, his tone calm but sharp. His hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him slightly off the ground. The blue sparks from his body danced across the man’s armor, leaving faint scorch marks. + +The genius froze, eyes wide with shock. Others turned toward them but didn’t interfere. They knew from the aura radiating off Max that he was far stronger than any of them. The man in Max’s grip hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. + +Max’s gaze darkened. "Are there others with the golden crown here?" he repeated, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous level. The tunnel seemed to grow quieter at the sound of his voice, the battle noise fading slightly into the background. + +Still, the man said nothing. His eyes darted briefly to his companions, and Max noticed the same expression mirrored across all their faces—tension and silence. Not one of them was willing to speak. + +He frowned, narrowing his eyes. His grip tightened slightly, and faint arcs of blue lightning crawled up the man’s neck, making him flinch. "You’re not answering," Max said coldly, his tone now edged with authority. "So, I’ll ask one last time. Are there other golden crown geniuses here, and if so, where?" + +But once again, none of them responded. They looked at him warily, as if weighed down by fear or bound by something else entirely. + +Max studied their faces for a few seconds longer, his gaze unwavering. His instincts told him that they weren’t just being cautious—they were hiding something. Something important. + +"Heh, let me show you something," Max said with a cold sneer. His left hand still clutched the trembling genius by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground, while his right hand rose slowly. Black flames burst to life around his palm, swirling into existence like liquid shadows ignited by hellfire. + +The flames began to twist violently, condensing into a dense black sphere. The air trembled as the temperature dropped sharply, the sphere emitting a low hum that resonated through the entire chamber. The Devouring Ants that had been crawling toward them suddenly froze, their instincts screaming danger. + +In the next instant, the sphere pulsed. + +A massive suction force spread out from it, pulling everything within range toward its center. The air distorted, and the sound of crunching, tearing, and screeching filled the chamber. The Devouring Ants, no matter their size or strength, were dragged into the swirling mass of black flames. + +Their bodies twisted and contorted before being crushed into fragments within the sphere. Black fire consumed them completely, leaving behind only ashes and stray limbs that scattered across the ground like broken shells. + +The entire process lasted only a few seconds, but when it ended, silence filled the chamber. The Devouring Ants that had been moments away from overwhelming the geniuses were gone. All that remained was the faint smell of burnt chitin and the quiet crackle of fading black fire. + +Max lowered his hand, the black flames vanishing like smoke. His red eyes gleamed faintly under the dim light of the chamber as he turned his gaze back to the terrified genius he was holding. + +"Now," Max said in a calm, low voice that carried an edge of menace, "who wants that treatment next?" + +His eyes swept across the other four figures standing nearby. Their faces turned pale instantly, and not one of them dared to move. The power they had just witnessed was unlike anything they had ever seen. The flames hadn’t only burned—it crushed them. + +The genius in Max’s grasp swallowed hard, his entire body trembling. He could feel the heat of the black flames still lingering on Max’s skin, the sheer destructive aura pressing against his chest. His will to resist completely collapsed. + +"I–I’ll tell you!" he stammered, his voice cracking. "We... we discovered a cave filled with Holy Nectar. It must be a secret chamber where the Devouring Ants store their nectar. But before we could take any of it, two other geniuses with golden crowns arrived. They drove us out and took the place for themselves!" + +Max’s expression didn’t change. His crimson eyes stayed fixed on the man as he spoke. "I see," he said quietly. "And where is that cave?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1127.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1127.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a08373c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1127.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1121: A Battle between two geniuses" +slug: "ch-1127" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1127 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1179 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The genius hesitated for a brief moment before gritting his teeth. He raised a trembling finger and pointed toward one of the tunnels on the far side of the chamber. "That tunnel," he said hurriedly. "If you follow it, it’ll lead you straight to the secret cave. I swear, that’s where they went!" + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint glint of suspicion flashing in them. The temperature in the chamber dropped again as the red glow in his eyes deepened, turning almost crimson-black. + +"Are you lying to me?" he asked softly. His tone was calm, but every word carried a weight that made the genius’s knees go weak. Infernal energy began to leak from Max’s body, filling the space with a suffocating, oppressive aura. It felt as if the air itself had turned into molten iron. + +The genius’s body trembled uncontrollably. His eyes widened in terror, and sweat poured down his face as he shook his head violently. "No, I’m not! I’m telling you the truth! Please, believe me!" he cried out. "I swear on my soul, I’m not lying!" + +Max stared at him for several seconds, his glowing red eyes boring into the man’s very soul. The chamber was silent again, save for the faint hum of residual energy from his earlier attack. Finally, Max’s expression softened slightly. The glow in his eyes faded, and he released his grip. + +The man stumbled back, gasping for air, his face pale as death. + +"You’d better be telling the truth," Max said, his tone calm but cold. "Because if I find out otherwise, I’ll come back for you." + +The genius nodded rapidly, too terrified to even look him in the eye. + +Max turned his gaze toward the others, his sharp eyes scanning each one of them. "You all do your job here," he said firmly. "I’ll go and see what’s happening." + +None of them dared to respond. They only nodded, still shaken from what they had just witnessed. + +Without another word, Max’s figure flashed with blue lightning. The air rippled from the surge of energy as he vanished, his body shooting forward into the tunnel that the genius had pointed to. The faint crackle of lightning echoed for a moment before silence returned to the chamber. + +The four remaining geniuses stood frozen in place, their eyes still wide, staring at the scorched marks left behind by Max’s black flames. Not one of them dared to speak. The image of the Devouring Ants being crushed before their eyes would haunt them for a long time to come. + +Meanwhile, Max raced through the tunnel, his lightning-lit figure darting through the dark passage like a blue streak, heading straight for the secret cave of Holy Nectar—and the two golden crown geniuses who had taken control of it. + +’I have to hurry up,’ Max thought, his expression tightening with focus. His body suddenly erupted in a surge of red lightning, sharp and violent, as he activated the Storm King’s inheritance – Extreme Speed. The air around him trembled from the sheer power of the lightning bursting forth. His muscles tensed, his senses sharpened, and the world around him blurred into streaks of color. + +Whoosh! + +The tunnel filled with flashes of red and blue lightning as Max accelerated to his peak speed. His body became a flicker of light, darting through the narrow passage like a streak of thunder piercing the dark. The wind howled around him, and every wall he passed cracked slightly from the overwhelming pressure of his movement. + +The deeper he went, the denser the air became. The smell of smoke and burnt rock lingered faintly, and the air carried the vibrations of something powerful ahead. Max’s Three Dimensional Body was fully active, stretching his awareness through every inch of the tunnel. + +He could feel the faint disturbances in the mana around him—shockwaves, flashes of heat, and raw energy colliding. + +Soon, the faint echoes of something caught his attention. At first, it was only a distant tremor, but the more he ran, the clearer it became. The unmistakable sound of battle. Blasts of energy clashing, stone cracking, and the faint roars of powerful beings echoed faintly through the long, winding tunnel. The noise grew louder with each passing second until it began to shake the walls themselves. + +"So there really is a fight happening ahead," Max muttered, his eyes narrowing. The edges of his body crackled more intensely as he pushed his speed even further. His body became almost weightless, the air breaking apart around him from the friction of lightning and movement. + +In that instant, he was gone—no footsteps, no afterimage, just the flash of blue and red lightning cutting through the dark. + +The pressure in the tunnel grew suffocating as he neared the end. The mana turbulence was immense now. Even before reaching the exit, Max could feel the intensity of the power being unleashed in the space ahead. It was fierce, chaotic, and unrestrained. Whoever was fighting inside wasn’t holding back. + +Activating his Three Dimensional Body to its maximum range, Max expanded his perception ahead. Countless spatial lines appeared in his mind—every motion, every burst of energy, and every vibration forming a clear image in his head. The moment he focused, his eyes widened slightly. + +There, at the far end of the tunnel, was the secret chamber. It was enormous, its walls glowing faintly from the light of the energy waves colliding inside. Cracks ran along the ground, and fragments of Holy Nectar shimmered faintly in different parts of the room like pools of molten gold. But what drew Max’s attention the most were the two figures fighting at the very center. + +They were both humans, both geniuses, and both had golden crowns hovering faintly above their heads. Their movements were so fast that ordinary eyes wouldn’t have been able to follow them. Waves of force rolled through the chamber every time their attacks clashed. Sparks of sword energy, bursts of fire, and flashes of lightning illuminated the entire space in chaotic brilliance. + +Max slowed down slightly at the tunnel’s mouth, stopping just before entering the open chamber. His gaze sharpened as he observed the fight from afar, studying their strength and movements. + +’Grover and Tanya,’ he thought quietly. ’So that’s who those people were talking about. I guess this is the cave they took over.’ + +He could feel the intensity of their battle even from a distance. The air itself vibrated from the pressure. Every clash was like a collision between two worlds, their combined power enough to make the ground tremble continuously. Dust and fragments of rock floated in the air, carried by the sheer turbulence of their attacks. + +Max didn’t move immediately. His mind remained calm, his expression unreadable, though deep in his eyes there was a faint gleam of anticipation. + +The presence of Holy Nectar was strong here—so strong that it almost distorted the air. But for the moment, Max’s focus was on the two geniuses fighting before him. Each blow they exchanged revealed not only their incredible strength but also their complete disregard for restraint. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1128.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1128.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..91b0de7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1128.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1122: Max’s Full Pressure!" +slug: "ch-1128" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1128 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1093 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Grover and Tanya were locked in a relentless battle, their attacks colliding with enough force to shake the entire chamber. Neither of them held back. Every move was sharp, every strike was intended to kill. + +Waves of energy exploded through the air, scattering dust and fragments of stone across the ground. Their figures blurred in motion, flashing from one end of the chamber to the other, each unleashing techniques that made the walls rumble and crack. + +Max entered quietly, his boots pressing against the ground without making a sound. Blue lightning flickered faintly around his body, but neither of the two combatants seemed to notice him. They were far too engrossed in their own clash, consumed by the single-minded desire to overpower the other. Their focus on each other was absolute, leaving no attention for anything else in the world. + +’They didn’t even react,’ Max thought, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. His Three Dimensional Body spread outward, scanning every inch of the vast space. He wasn’t going to waste time watching their fight without understanding what was happening. His perception stretched through the chamber like invisible waves, mapping the entire area in his mind with precision. + +It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. Near the center of the battlefield, there was a deep crater in the ground. It was circular, smooth along the edges, and the faint shimmer of golden residue clung to the surface. Max’s gaze lingered on it for a few seconds before he exhaled softly. + +’So this was where the Holy Nectar was stored,’ he thought. ’The pond’s shape and residue are unmistakable. Someone already took it.’ + +He crouched slightly, his eyes narrowing further as his perception analyzed the crater’s depth and the traces of energy lingering within it. The golden aura that once radiated from the pond was almost gone, leaving behind only faint traces of warmth that still hummed weakly in the air. + +’Judging by the size of the pond,’ Max mused silently, ’the amount of Holy Nectar that was here could have easily filled up five levels of the dwarves’ bottle. Enough to secure victory for whoever took it first.’ + +His eyes shifted to the battle once more, landing on Grover and Tanya. The ground beneath them cracked and caved in under the force of their blows. Golden and crimson lights intertwined as their techniques clashed, creating shockwaves that rippled outward like waves crashing against rock. + +’So that’s the reason for their fight,’ Max thought. ’One of them must have taken the Holy Nectar. Judging by how violently they’re going at it, the other one probably found out and is trying to steal it back.’ + +The air in the chamber shimmered from their combined energy. The temperature fluctuated wildly as Tanya’s fiery aura clashed with Grover’s earthen strength. Both of them carried the aura of geniuses who had stood at the peak for too long to tolerate defeat. + +Max’s expression remained calm. He watched them closely, analyzing every exchange, every reaction. His Three Dimensional Body traced the faint movement of energy through their bottles tied to their waists. His suspicion was soon confirmed. One of those bottles pulsed faintly with golden light—the unmistakable radiance of the Holy Nectar. + +The bottles given by the giant dwarves were very special. They couldn’t be stored in ordinary space rings making it impossible for geniuses to hide it away in their storage rings. + +Only someone like Max who has a special dimensional space all to himself can hide the bottle away. + +’So, Tanya has it,’ he thought. His gaze lingered on her figure as she leapt backward, hurling a burning spear of energy toward Grover, who blocked it with a defensive wall of condensed mana. Sparks erupted in every direction as the two collided once again. + +Max’s lightning flickered faintly, his body vibrating slightly as he began to gather energy. His lips curved faintly into a calm, confident smile. + +’Looks like I’ll have to intervene if I want the Holy Nectar for myself,’ he thought. He stood silently at the edge of the chamber, watching the battle continue. + +Max’s gaze sharpened as the two geniuses struck again and again, the impact sending a burst of wind through the chamber. + +’They seem to be ignoring me,’ Max thought with mild amusement. His lips curved slightly as he observed the two geniuses before him. They hadn’t even spared him a glance since he entered the chamber. + +He could read their thoughts as clearly as if they had spoken them aloud. To them, he was beneath notice—just another participant, a mere 6th level Legend Rank genius, unworthy of their concern. The golden crown hovering above his head shone brightly, yet it failed to command their respect. Both Grover and Tanya carried the same crown, and in their eyes, they stood on equal footing with him, perhaps even above him. + +That arrogance brought a quiet laugh to Max’s mind. They were making the same mistake so many had made before them—judging him by rank alone. + +"In that case..." Max murmured softly, his voice low but filled with quiet resolve. + +In the next heartbeat, he released his full aura. + +A violent wave of energy surged from his body, filling the entire secret chamber. The air itself trembled as an invisible pressure descended upon the space, shaking the walls and sending cracks crawling across the floor. The faint golden mist that lingered in the chamber scattered instantly under the sheer weight of his power. + +The aura wasn’t from one source—it was from many. The four concepts he had mastered roared to life together, intertwining in perfect harmony. Lightning, flame, space, and sword intent burst forth, their combined energy radiating in a blinding display. + +And at the core of it all was something darker, heavier, and far more suffocating. Infernal energy—pure, corrupted power that seemed to devour everything it touched. + +The instant Max’s infernal energy joined the mix, the atmosphere twisted violently. The ground turned brittle under the pressure, the space around him warped faintly, and the sound of crackling lightning echoed in every direction. + +Grover and Tanya froze mid-battle. + +Both of them had sensed power before. They had fought against beasts, clashed with rival geniuses, and even faced life-threatening challenges in their cultivation journeys. Yet what they were feeling now was nothing like any of that. + +Their instincts screamed danger. + +Their bodies moved before their minds even processed the situation, turning toward Max almost in unison. Their battle ended instantly, forgotten in the face of the suffocating presence that filled the chamber. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1129.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1129.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1410bea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1129.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1123: Grover’s Unwillingness" +slug: "ch-1129" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1129 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1038 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Grover’s face went pale. His entire body trembled slightly as the pressure bore down on him like the weight of a mountain. His knees almost buckled under the intensity. He tried to speak, but his throat felt dry and tight. When he finally managed to utter something, his voice was barely a whisper. + +"No... This can’t be..." he muttered, disbelief lacing every syllable. + +The aura surrounding Max was far too overwhelming. It was impossible. The sheer power pressing against him didn’t belong to a 6th level Legend Rank genius. It didn’t even belong to someone at the Mythic Rank. No—what he was sensing was something much higher. It was as if a being from beyond their realm, something from the Divine Rank or even beyond, had descended upon them. + +And then there was that dark, suffocating energy. The infernal aura. It wasn’t just powerful—it was unnatural. Grover felt as if he were standing before the abyss itself. It wasn’t merely energy; it was a force that consumed. A devouring, corruptive pressure that seeped into the soul and whispered destruction. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, and cold sweat dripped down the side of his face. + +"I... I can’t breathe..." he whispered unconsciously, his hands trembling as he looked at Max with wide eyes. + +Beside him, Tanya wasn’t faring any better. Her usually composed expression was gone, replaced by one of shock and disbelief. Her pupils contracted, and for the first time in her life, she felt genuine fear from standing near someone her own age. Her instincts screamed at her that what she was facing wasn’t human. + +The air around her thickened with an unbearable heaviness. Her mana resisted the suppression, but the attempt was futile. The infernal energy wrapped around her like an invisible hand gripping her throat. + +’No! This can’t be real!’ she thought frantically, her mind spinning as she tried to rationalize what she was feeling. + +’The secret realm only open to geniuses from the Mythic Rank and even if they would level up to Divine Rank, it would be at the Divine Palace Platform and Divine Palace Platform hasn’t even appeared yet. So how can someone be this strong present here?!’ + +But logic didn’t matter anymore. The truth was right in front of her, and her body knew it better than her mind did. Her heart raced uncontrollably, her breathing quickened, and an overwhelming instinct began to take over—a primal warning that only surfaced when facing death. + +Her body screamed for her to run. + +’Run away,’ her mind repeated desperately. ’Run away from him. Run from this monster before it’s too late.’ + +The dark pressure around them thickened again. Grover and Tanya both struggled to stay upright as the weight of Max’s aura pressed down harder. The light of their crowns dimmed faintly, overwhelmed by the sheer presence of his power. + +Max stood at the center of it all, silent, his eyes cold and steady. His aura surged like a living storm, wild yet perfectly controlled. The crimson hue of his infernal energy flickered faintly around him, forming shadows that twisted and danced on the shattered ground. + +Neither Grover nor Tanya dared to move. The arrogance they had carried moments ago was gone, replaced by an emotion they had never felt before—pure, unfiltered terror. + +To them, Max was no longer a fellow genius. He wasn’t even human. He was a calamity walking in flesh. + +"I refuse to believe anyone with such strength can possibly arrive here!" Grover shouted, his voice trembling yet defiant as he glared at Max. His words echoed sharply within the vast stone chamber. The trembling of his limbs was masked by the force of his own denial. He could not, and would not, accept what his senses were telling him. + +"This is a lie!" he yelled again, his tone rising. "An illusion meant to deceive us!"𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +His eyes locked on Max, who stood completely still amidst the chaos, the faint crimson and black aura swirling quietly around him. That calmness, that absolute lack of emotion, only fueled Grover’s panic further. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles went pale. + +"You are only at the sixth level of the Legend Rank," he shouted, as if saying it aloud could make it true. "It’s crystal clear! You can’t emit such pressure! It’s impossible. It can only be an illusion!" + +The more he spoke, the more desperate he became, his voice trembling but his eyes burning with an unsteady determination. The seed of disbelief grew into self-deception, and with every word, Grover convinced himself that what he was seeing was nothing but a trick. + +His body began to glow faintly as golden light spread from beneath his skin. "If this is an illusion, then I’ll destroy it myself!" he roared. + +With a deep breath, he activated his 3rd Level Concept of Gold. A brilliant crimson-gold light erupted from his body, illuminating the entire chamber. His aura surged violently, crashing against Max’s dark pressure like a wave against a cliff. The ground beneath him cracked open, unable to withstand the power he released. + +In moments, his arms and torso were wrapped in shimmering golden armor that radiated heat and energy. The armor spread quickly until his entire body was encased in a crimson-golden glow that distorted the air around him. The power of a Peak Mythic Rank genius burst forth, creating a roaring storm of energy that sent debris and dust swirling through the chamber. + +"This facade won’t work against me!" Grover shouted, his voice echoing over the rumbling ground. He took a single step forward—and vanished. + +His movement was so fast that it tore the air apart, leaving behind streaks of burning light as he reappeared in front of Max in the blink of an eye. His fist, encased in golden armor and glowing with condensed energy, shot forward like a blazing meteor. + +"Die!" he roared, his voice filled with fury and desperation. + +Max’s eyes didn’t even flicker. His face remained calm, his expression indifferent as the golden light rushed toward him. His right hand clenched slowly, and a faint black light gathered around his knuckles. His arm moved almost lazily, as if he wasn’t even trying. + +Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-113.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-113.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e524e22 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-113.md @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 113: Big Sister - Freya Voidwalker" +slug: "ch-113" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 113 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1433 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"What do you mean?" Max asked, frowning, not understanding her words. + +Freya floated around the world of darkness and said, "In simpler terms, everything we talk about here will be known by the original me, wherever she is right now." + +Max’s eyes shone upon hearing this. + +She glanced at Max warmly and asked, "You must have a lot of questions. Ask away." + +Max took a deep breath and asked, "Where are you right now?" + +Freya thought for a moment and shrugged. "Before leaving this part of my soul, I headed to the Middle Domain. As for my current location, I don’t know." + +"Middle Domain…" Max muttered, hearing the term for the first time. + +Max glanced at her and asked again, "Why did you leave behind a part of your soul in the Thorne Family? There must be a reason." + +Freya’s expression became serious at Max’s question. "Indeed. There’s a reason behind it," she said solemnly. "It’s because of you, Maxy. I’m worried about you." + +"Worried about me? Why? I’m doing fine," Max replied, smiling. + +Freya smiled back and said, "If you’re in the Thorne Family, you must have received my last message." + +Max nodded. + +She continued, "I mentioned that I made some enemies last time. Because of that, I wanted you to stay away from me, but since you’re here, it means you did the opposite." + +Max sighed and shrugged. "How can I be a good little brother if I don’t go and find my Big Sister?" He smiled. + +He added with a more serious expression, "And I’ve also met the enemy you talked about. Monarch." + +Freya was momentarily surprised. "How? You’re still too weak to confront them," she said, her tone full of concern. + +Max shrugged. "They opened a crack in the sky in Central City. They were aiming to kidnap me and Alice." As he said this, he glanced at her. + +Freya nodded, frowning. "A crack in the sky?" Her expression turned serious. + +"The crack is still there, but no monsters have come since we killed the initial ones," Max explained. + +Freya nodded in understanding. "I see." Her brows furrowed in contemplation. + +"Big Sister, why did you betray the Phoenix Order guild?" Max asked, voicing the question he had wanted to ask for a long time. + +Freya glanced at him and chuckled. "Did I? Well, how about you go and find out yourself?" + +Max frowned at her cryptic reply. + +He asked again, "Monarch tested my blood, but it turns out I’m not a Voidwalker. Were their test results wrong?" Max’s expression was serious. + +Freya sighed. "There are some things it’s better for you to figure out on your own, and others that are better known when the time is right. But since you’re so desperate, I’ll tell you: you are my brother… and you are a Voidwalker." She said solemnly. + +Max wanted to know more about what she meant but nodded. If what she said was true, then he should wait. ’Damn, if only I were her ’Big’ brother,’ he thought. + +Freya nodded and said, "Now, back to what I was saying. The reason I left behind a part of my soul. There are two things I want you to do." + +Max listened attentively, curious. + +She continued, "Go to the Lost Continent and enter the last floor. There, you’ll have to fight and win. I entered the last floor but failed to reach far. Max, if you can, defeat the last individual on the last floor you will get a key." + +She added, "That key is important, but what’s more important than defeating the last individual is what comes after. There will be a chance for you." + +Max nodded becoming curious about Lost Continent after hearing her. + +Freya continued, "If you ever visit the West Region, you must explore the Mourning Depths. That place has ties to the Lost Continent. Most importantly, there’s another opportunity for you there." + +"West Region?" Max muttered. He hadn’t planned to go anywhere recently, but now that his Big Sister had asked him to explore the place, he would make time. + +"Mourning Depths sounds like a very eerie place… Is it dangerous?" Max asked curiously. + +Freya nodded and warned Max solemnly, "That place is indeed very dangerous. Before going there, you must research it thoroughly." + +Max nodded and asked, his expression turning a little sad. "Is that all?" + +Freya glanced at Max’s disappointed expression and smiled warmly. "Don’t worry, we’ll meet again soon. Also, be very wary of Monarch. They’re very powerful and evil. You’ll probably need an army to fight against them." + +"Army?" Max laughed wryly. Where would he get that? + +Freya chuckled. "There’s one more thing you should keep in mind. This world is full of mysteries, and chances are only given to those willing to take risks. So, if you ever come across opportunities that could make you stronger, grab them. Only by doing so will you reach the pinnacle of this world and have a chance of finding me, Father and Mother." + +Max nodded solemnly. + +She sighed. "That’s all I wanted to say to you. I have to go now." Her form in the darkness began to slowly fade. + +Max’s voice was thick with emotion as he asked, "Is this the last time we’ll talk before I finally find you?" + +Freya gave a small shrug, her gaze steady but uncertain. "I don’t know. Don’t get your hopes up, Maxy. Just focus on becoming stronger. Enter the Middle Domain—that’s where your real journey begins." + +Max’s shoulders slumped as tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to spill over. + +Her expression softened as she saw Max in such a state, but she quickly steeled her resolve and said firmly, "Listen carefully, Maxy. Both Father and Mother are still alive. They must be waiting for you, for us, to save them. We have to reunite our family, Maxy. So, if you ever face a situation where death seems inevitable, you must dodge, hide, run—whatever it takes to survive. Etch this deeply into your heart." + +Max met her gaze, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I promise you—I won’t die. Not until I find you, find Mother, and find Father. So, you better not die either. Because if you do, I’ll tear through the underworld itself to bring you back if I have to." + +Explore more stories at freewebnovel + +Freya’s serious expression softened slightly, a faint, bittersweet smile gracing her lips. "That’s just like you," she murmured. "Stubborn and reckless as always." + +With those words, she faded away into the darkness. + +Max stared at the place where she had been, his mind blank. + +"Big Sister, I will find you soon," he said to himself resolutely, his face filled with determination as he wiped away his tears. + +Just then, the darkness around him disappeared, and he found himself standing in a square room. + +In front of him was a floating mass of gas, wriggling all around him. + +The door to the room opened, and a middle-aged man with a round belly and a big beard approached Max. "So, how was it?" + +Max glanced at him blankly, not understanding what he meant. Who was this man? Where was he? + +As he pondered these questions, a slight headache struck him, and with it, realization dawned upon him. + +These illusions—his meeting with his sister—weren’t coincidental at all. + +After his memories cleared, he understood everything. + +This morning, when he was ready to leave for the Thorne Family, Alice’s mother had called him, but it wasn’t for anything specific. She wanted to escort him to the Thorne Family herself. + +The reason? She warned him that assassins from the Blade Family might be after him, or any other power, due to his recent rise. Max had agreed to her help without a second thought. + +With her help, he reached the Thorne Family in just minutes. There, he met Ralph Thorne, the leader of the family. + +Ralph first invited him to have dinner. They talked and laughed as they ate. + +Later, Ralph told him about the soul left behind by Freya, and it was then that Max took part in the test of illusions to meet his sister. + +However, the illusion was set in such a way that one would forget how they came under its influence, unless they came out of it. + +"Damn, this illusion is very terrifying," Max grimaced, just thinking about the experience. + +He had to be careful in the future to avoid falling prey to such illusions again, but the pressing question lingered in his mind: how would he even know if he was trapped in an illusion if it happened? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1130.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1130.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6bf7ff4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1130.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1124: Killing Grover!" +slug: "ch-1130" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1130 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1462 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Bang! + +A deafening explosion shook the entire chamber. The collision of their fists sent out a violent shockwave that tore through the space, blowing dust and shattered rock in every direction. A ring of compressed air expanded outward, striking the walls and causing cracks to spread like spiderwebs. + +When the dust finally cleared, one figure remained standing tall and unmoved in the center. The other was a crimson blur sent hurtling backward. + +Grover’s body crashed into the wall with a heavy thud, the impact creating a deep crater in the stone. His golden armor shattered mid-flight, breaking apart into shards of light that dissipated into the air. The sound of bones cracking echoed faintly as his body slumped against the wall. + +A deep, fist-shaped indentation was visible on his chest plate. The surrounding area was spiderwebbed with cracks, and faint trails of golden energy leaked from the wound. His breathing was shallow, his eyes wide in disbelief. He looked down at the mark on his chest, realization dawning far too late. + +’That one punch... he didn’t even use his full strength...’ he thought weakly, his body trembling. + +If Max had used his Draconic Essences, Grover wouldn’t have had a body left to look at. He would have been reduced to a cloud of blood and dust in an instant. + +Max’s figure disappeared from where he stood. In the next moment, he reappeared right in front of Grover, his expression as calm and cold as before. He looked down at the fallen genius, who could barely lift his head to meet his gaze. + +"I have nothing against you," Max said softly, his tone devoid of malice, yet filled with quiet authority. "But I need this crown." + +His right hand lifted slightly, and black flames ignited on his fingertips. The flames burned silently, without smoke or heat, but their presence carried an overwhelming sense of destruction. + +Grover’s eyes widened in terror as Max flicked his wrist. The black flames leapt from his fingers, engulfing Grover’s body instantly. + +"Wait—" Grover’s voice was cut short. + +The flames devoured him without mercy. The golden light that had once surrounded him was snuffed out as the infernal fire consumed flesh, bone, and soul alike. His body disintegrated into fine ash, carried away by the faint wind that still lingered in the chamber. + +When the flames finally receded, there was nothing left of Grover but a dark mark on the wall and a faint scattering of ashes on the ground. + +Max looked down at the remains for a moment, then turned away calmly. His expression didn’t change. His aura began to fade slowly, returning the chamber to silence. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 7th Level of Legend Rank] + +The notification echoed inside his mind, crisp and emotionless. + +’A level increase... nice,’ Max thought with a faint smile as the message faded. His gaze shifted to Tanya, who stood completely frozen where she was. Her expression was pale, her eyes wide and unfocused, as though her mind refused to comprehend what she had just witnessed. + +The air around her trembled faintly from the aftermath of Grover’s death. Just moments ago, she had been battling that same man with all her strength, pushing herself to her limit, yet Max had ended him with a single punch. One strike—clean, decisive, and absolute. + +It was incomprehensible. Her mind struggled to piece together what had happened. Grover was not weak. He was a golden crown-level genius, someone known across countless worlds for his extraordinary power and battle prowess. And yet... he had vanished like dust before a storm. + +’This can’t be real,’ Tanya thought, trembling slightly. Her throat felt dry, and her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. The sight of Max standing there, calm and composed as if nothing had happened, made her feel suffocated. + +Above Max’s head, the golden crown that symbolized his status as a supreme genius flickered faintly before flashing with an intense golden light. + +The light pulsed outward, resonating across the chamber, and at that instant, Grover’s fallen crown—hovering faintly in the air—was drawn toward him. It moved as if obeying an invisible command, its glow merging perfectly with Max’s. + +Now, above Max’s head floated not one but two golden crowns, both shining brilliantly, radiating an almost divine luminance. + +Tanya’s knees almost gave way when she saw it. + +’So it’s true,’ Max thought to himself, his lips curving slightly. ’You can truly take another’s crown by killing them.’ + +He looked up, admiring the two crowns hovering above him, the golden light reflecting in his crimson eyes. The sight of them filled him with a quiet satisfaction. + +Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Tanya. She flinched instinctively the moment his eyes met hers. There was no need for words; the terror in her heart spoke volumes. + +Max’s expression softened into something that resembled a smile, though the darkness beneath it was unmistakable. "I’ll take this first," he said quietly, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made the air feel heavy. + +Before Tanya could even process his words, his figure blurred. A flicker of blue and red lightning flashed across her vision, and in the next instant, Max was standing right beside her. + +Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t even seen him move. + +One moment he had been standing several meters away, and in the next, he was beside her, his hand casually holding the bottle that had been hanging at her waist. + +She looked down in disbelief. The bottle of Holy Nectar—the one she had risked her life to obtain—was gone. + +It was now in Max’s hand. + +Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She had been watching him the entire time, her full attention fixed on his movements, and yet somehow he had still moved faster than her eyes could follow. + +"How...?" she whispered under her breath, her mind blank. + +Max examined the bottle casually. The liquid inside shimmered with a radiant golden hue, thick and vibrant like molten sunlight. He tilted it slightly, watching the rich glow move within the bottle, and smiled. + +"It’s filled up to the seventh level," he murmured, sounding pleased. He turned his gaze back to Tanya. His tone remained calm, but his eyes glimmered with a faint, dangerous amusement. "Now, what to do about you?" + +That single sentence made Tanya’s entire body stiffen. Her heart stopped for a moment, her breathing shallow. She knew exactly what he was capable of—she had seen it with her own eyes. The very air around her felt heavy, as if his presence alone could crush her. + +Max raised his right hand slightly, black flames flickering faintly at his fingertips. The same flames that had consumed Grover. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. + +But before he could move, a blinding golden light erupted from Tanya’s body. The sudden radiance forced Max to narrow his eyes. The light was pure, brilliant, and filled with an energy completely different from any aura he had felt before. + +Her figure began to dissolve into the light, breaking apart into shimmering particles. + +"What?" Max muttered, stepping forward, but it was already too late. + +Her body transformed entirely into golden light, leaving behind a faint afterimage as she shot toward the nearest wall. The golden streak pierced the stone effortlessly, leaving a faint crack before vanishing completely into the depths beyond. + +In just a few seconds, she was gone. + +The chamber fell silent again, the echoes of her disappearance fading away into nothing. + +Max stood there quietly, his eyes on the place where she had vanished. He wasn’t angry—only slightly surprised. Then he sighed softly and lowered his hand, letting the black flames fade. + +’I guess she used some sort of treasure to run away,’ he thought. The golden light and speed of her escape were too abrupt to be a technique. It was definitely a life-saving treasure, likely something granted by her elders before she entered the secret domain. + +Shaking his head slightly, Max looked down at the two bottles in his hands. One was his, filled with two levels of Holy Nectar, and the other belonged to Tanya, filled up to the seventh. + +He uncorked her bottle and began to pour its contents into his own carefully. The golden liquid flowed like molten sunlight, glowing softly as it merged. + +The markings on his bottle began to rise gradually—level three, then four, then five. The glow intensified as it reached level seven, then eight, and finally stopped just below the final marking. + +When he was done, he looked at the bottle, now filled almost to the brim. The golden liquid within it pulsed faintly like a beating heart. + +’Nine levels,’ he thought with satisfaction. ’That’s enough to make Chief Igris the Tribal Lord.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1131.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1131.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71930ea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1131.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1125: Getting Chased Again!" +slug: "ch-1131" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1131 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Now that I have accomplished my task... should I leave this den?’ Max pondered silently, his steps slowing as he stood in the faintly glowing tunnel. + +Chief Igris’s words echoed in his mind clearly. There was nothing else of value within the den except for the Holy Nectar, and he had already filled his bottle up to level nine. Staying here longer would serve no purpose. + +The bottle of Holy Nectar inside his dimensional space pulsed faintly, its light dimly visible through the spatial space. A small smile touched his lips. The task was complete, and his goal was achieved. + +"I suppose it’s time to head back," he murmured quietly. + +The tunnels stretched endlessly ahead in the secret chamber, dimly illuminated by faint bioluminescent veins running along the walls. The low hum of underground vibrations reverberated faintly through the air. + +’The tunnel I came from wouldn’t lead to exit so...’ He started walking towards one of the tunnels opposite to the one he came in here. + +As he moved forward, the passage split several times, leading into narrow tunnels that twisted and turned in countless directions. His Three Dimensional Body spread out again, mapping everything within a wide radius. + +The complex structure of this place was like a labyrinth—designed by nature itself to confuse and trap. But Max had no intention of wandering aimlessly. He followed the faintest trace of air movement, the subtle shift in temperature that suggested a path leading upward. + +Half an hour passed in silence. The only sound was his footsteps and the faint hum of mana coursing through the stone walls. Just as he turned around a curve, his entire body froze. + +A sound—faint at first—reached his ears. A deep, guttural clicking, heavy and rhythmic, echoing faintly from the tunnel ahead. The vibration in the air shifted instantly. His Three Dimensional Body extended again, faster this time, and within seconds, his heart sank. + +A massive shadow crawled across the ceiling far ahead. The familiar, towering form moved with slow, deliberate grace, and the sound of sharp, serrated limbs scraping against stone filled the air. + +It was the Divine Rank Devouring Ant. + +’Not again,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing. He immediately suppressed his aura and activated his Invisibility Technique, blending into the darkness. His breathing slowed as he took a single step backward. + +But the ant’s head suddenly turned, and its compound eyes—massive and pitch-black—seemed to scan through the tunnel. The faintest ripple of mana trembled through the air. + +’It sensed me.’ + +Without hesitation, Max’s body flared with blue lightning. The narrow tunnel burst into flashes of light as he propelled himself backward at terrifying speed. The sound of the ant’s pursuit followed immediately after—a thunderous vibration shaking the very walls as it gave chase. + +The ground cracked beneath his feet as he ran. Each beat of his heart seemed to synchronize with the sound of the creature’s monstrous movement. Its massive form tore through the tunnel, crushing walls and ceiling alike. + +’This thing doesn’t stop!’ Max cursed inwardly as he pushed more power into his Storm King’s Inheritance – Extreme Speed technique. Red lightning intertwined with blue, crackling across his body as he dashed forward at blinding speed. The tunnel blurred around him. + +He took a sharp turn into another corridor, trying to lose it, but the ant followed without pause, its enormous body ripping through the stone as if the walls were paper. The sound of its chittering cries echoed violently, a terrible screech that made the air itself tremble. + +He activated Space Distortion and used Smash Portal, tearing open a small rift in the tunnel and slipping through. The space folded behind him, sealing the gap. He appeared in another section of the den—only to hear the familiar clicking sound again. + +It had followed him. + +"Are you kidding me?" Max muttered, his tone sharp as he broke into another sprint. His lightning illuminated the darkness in rapid flashes, shadows stretching across the walls as he moved faster than thought. + +He turned, dashed, and teleported through narrow pathways. Yet no matter how much distance he created, the ant always found him. Its presence felt like a nightmare clinging to his back—relentless and merciless. + +At one point, the tunnel opened into a massive chamber filled with the cracked husks of other ants, likely victims of infighting. The exit was visible on the far side, a faint shaft of light descending from above. Hope flickered within him. + +’That must be the exit,’ he thought, his eyes locking onto it. + +The Divine Rank ant roared behind him, its shriek deafening as it crashed into the chamber, destroying everything in its path. Shards of stone rained down like hail. Max didn’t waste another second. + +He poured every ounce of energy he had into his movement. Blue lightning flared from his feet as he darted forward. The air around him distorted as he merged Extreme Speed with One Mile Step, transforming his figure into a streak of light. + +The ground shattered under his feet as he ran. The ant lunged forward, its massive mandibles slamming shut just inches behind him. The shockwave from its attack threw him forward even faster. + +’Almost there!’ he thought, his eyes narrowing as the light grew brighter. + +One last pulse of lightning erupted from his body as he leapt upward, reaching the faint opening in the ceiling. He summoned his Space Distortion once more, twisting the air and using it to propel himself through the narrow gap. + +The instant he passed through, the crushing pressure vanished. The tunnel collapsed behind him, sealing the path. + +Max landed roughly on the ground outside the den, rolling twice before coming to a stop. He exhaled heavily, his heart still pounding from the chase. The warm, violet wasteland air hit his face, and he looked back at the sealed entrance. + +The faint sound of clicking echoed one last time before it faded completely. + +Max let out a long breath and straightened up, brushing the dust from his arms. "Persistent bastard," he muttered, glancing at the closed tunnel one more time. + +The danger was gone. The task was complete. And now, he was finally free of the den. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1132.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1132.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e0e016c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1132.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1126: Making out Alive!" +slug: "ch-1132" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1132 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The sunlight—or what passed for it in the violet wasteland—spilled over his face as he looked ahead, the faint silhouettes of the giant dwarves’ banners fluttering in the distance. A small smile tugged at his lips. + +"It’s time to return," he said quietly before setting off across the scarred ground, leaving behind the den that had nearly become his tomb. + +The air outside the den was heavy and dry. The faint glow of the violet wasteland reflected off the cracked ground, creating a strange shimmer that stretched toward the horizon. + +Far in the distance, Max could see the faint silhouettes of countless figures gathered together—those were the village chiefs and their warriors, assembled near what appeared to be the main entrance of the Devouring Ants’ den. + +’So that’s where they gathered,’ Max thought quietly, his gaze lingering in that direction. His position, however, was nowhere near them. + +He had emerged from the far end of the den, the opposite side from where all the others seemed to have exited. If he wanted to rejoin them, he would need to circle around the massive ridge that housed the den, a long and winding route through jagged terrain. + +He exhaled slowly, brushing a bit of dust from his shoulder. "Guess I’ll have to take the long way," he muttered to himself. + +Just as he was about to move, his Three Dimensional Body detected faint movement behind him. Dozens of life signatures—weak, trembling, and drenched in fatigue—were approaching from the tunnel he had just escaped. + +Turning his head slightly, Max saw several other geniuses stumbling out of the same exit he had used. Their faces were pale, their breathing ragged. Some had wounds covering their arms and shoulders, while others were missing armor pieces and carried cracked weapons. They looked like survivors who had narrowly escaped death. + +The moment their eyes fell on Max, they froze in place. + +A heavy silence descended instantly. Their exhaustion seemed to vanish, replaced by visible fear. Their gazes instinctively rose toward his head, and what they saw made them all take a step back. + +Two golden crowns floated above Max’s head, glowing faintly under the dim light of the wasteland. The crowns emitted a faint divine aura that spread through the air like ripples in still water. The pressure that came from them wasn’t something he was releasing intentionally; it simply radiated from him naturally, like sunlight from a star. + +The geniuses stared, unable to speak for several seconds. Their faces turned pale, and the silence stretched painfully long. + +Max, on the other hand, simply smiled. The corners of his lips curved slightly, his expression calm but carrying an undeniable confidence. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. The sight of his two golden crowns said everything. + +Then, without warning, his figure blurred. Red and blue lightning erupted from his body, intertwining in a brilliant display of light. In the next instant, his entire figure vanished from their sight, leaving behind only the faint crackle of electricity and a lingering breeze. + +The gathered geniuses flinched as the residual shockwave brushed past them. For several moments, none of them spoke. They just stood there, staring at the spot where Max had been standing only seconds ago. + +"Did... did he have two golden crowns?" one of the geniuses finally stammered, his voice trembling slightly. + +"Yeah," another replied, his tone still filled with disbelief. "I saw it clearly. Two golden crowns above his head. That means he must have killed another golden crown-level genius inside the den. He actually killed one."𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +The others exchanged nervous glances. Even uttering the thought felt absurd. + +"He’s too strong," someone muttered quietly. "I could feel his pressure even when he wasn’t trying to release it. It was suffocating. Just standing near him made my knees weak." + +"He’s terrifying," another added in a whisper. "If he can kill another golden crown, then none of us are even close to his level. We’d die before we could even lift a hand." + +Their voices faded into murmurs as realization dawned on all of them. The golden crown was a mark of supremacy—a recognition of unparalleled talent and potential. Even possessing one placed a person among the most extraordinary of geniuses. Yet Max now possessed two, glowing side by side above his head, radiating silent dominance. + +None of them dared to follow him. None of them even thought about challenging him. + +After a few moments of stunned silence, the group slowly began to move. Each of them carried the same expression—a mixture of fear, awe, and disbelief. They walked together across the barren violet landscape toward the main entrance of the den, where the thirty-odd village chiefs had gathered with their warriors. + +The wind howled faintly as they moved. The air was thick with the scent of dust and mana, but even that couldn’t mask the tension lingering in their hearts. + +As the group reached the far end of the wasteland, they could already see the gathering of giant dwarves. Rows of massive figures stood in formation, their armor gleaming faintly beneath the pale light. + +Chief Igris and the other village chiefs turned their attention almost immediately when they saw their respective champions approaching from the far side of the wasteland. The heavy air that had settled over the gathering shifted slightly, filled now with curiosity and anticipation. + +The champions looked weary and covered in dust. Some limped, others supported their injured comrades, and their expressions carried both relief and fatigue. Yet among them, one figure stood out unmistakably. + +Max walked calmly toward Chief Igris, his steps steady and unhurried. The faint glow of red and blue lightning still lingered faintly around his body, fading gradually with every step. Above his head floated two golden crowns, both shining brilliantly under the dim violet light. + +Several of the other chiefs widened their eyes slightly at the sight, murmurs rippling quietly among their ranks. Only Chief Igris’s expression remained composed, though there was a faint flicker of satisfaction in his sharp eyes. + +As Max came to a stop before him, Chief Igris studied him silently for a moment. His gaze lingered briefly on the two golden crowns before meeting Max’s eyes. + +"How did it go?" he asked, his deep voice steady and calm. He had already seen what he needed to see. The two crowns told him enough, but he wanted to hear it from Max himself. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1133.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1133.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cfee11 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1133.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1127: Missing Tanya!" +slug: "ch-1133" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1133 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max smiled faintly. Without a word, he reached into his spatial space and took out the bottle of Holy Nectar, holding it out toward Chief Igris. The golden liquid shimmered through the translucent vessel, glowing faintly like molten sunlight. + +Chief Igris took it from him carefully, his large hands dwarfing the small bottle. His expression was neutral at first, but as his eyes scanned the markings on its surface, his composure faltered. The golden fluid had risen nearly to the top—the bottle was filled all the way to the ninth level. + +A rare flicker of surprise crossed his face. Even for him, who had seen many champions return from this trial, it was an exceptional sight. + +"You did good," Chief Igris said finally, his deep voice carrying warmth for the first time since Max had met him. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. "Very good, in fact. I did not expect this result, but you have surpassed every champion I have trained before." + +He looked up from the bottle, meeting Max’s calm gaze. "You have done more than just secure my position as Tribal Lord. You have proven yourself as someone beyond the standards of any ordinary genius." + +Max nodded slightly, his expression composed, though there was a quiet satisfaction in his eyes. + +Chief Igris closed the bottle carefully and secured it in a reinforced pouch before continuing. "You will be rewarded handsomely," he said. "Aside from my promise to teach you the method to open the Seven Divine Veins, I will prepare something special for you. Something worthy of your results." + +"That’s enough for me," Max replied calmly. + +Chief Igris gave a firm nod, clearly pleased. However, his expression soon shifted back to its usual seriousness. "But we will have to wait a bit before proceeding." + +Max looked at him questioningly, and the chief explained, "Traditionally, when the first champions return from the den, we wait for one full week. During that time, the rest of the champions who are still inside are given the opportunity to come out. Only after the full week has passed do we begin the final assessment and determine which village has brought the highest amount of Holy Nectar." + +He paused briefly, his tone firm and authoritative. "So for now, we stay here and wait." + +Max nodded in understanding, though a faint frown tugged at his brow. He glanced back at the den’s distant entrance, the dark, gaping hole in the ground from which many had yet to emerge. The faint echoes of the underground tunnels still lingered in his mind. + +’A week,’ he thought silently. ’I doubt many will make it out in that time.’ + +His Three Dimensional Body had already mapped out most of the den before he escaped, and what he had seen inside wasn’t something an ordinary genius could survive. The place was teeming with Devouring Ants, each one as strong as the peak of the Mythic Rank. Their sheer numbers alone would be enough to overwhelm almost anyone. + +And then there was the Divine Rank Ant—the monstrous creature that had hunted him relentlessly, tearing through the tunnels as if they were made of paper. The memory of its crushing presence lingered vividly in his mind. The idea that the other geniuses could evade such a creature was nearly impossible to believe. + +He exhaled quietly and looked back toward Chief Igris. "I understand. We’ll wait then." + +Chief Igris nodded approvingly. "Good. Rest while you can. When the time comes, you will need to be ready for the ceremony." + +The surrounding giant dwarves began preparing temporary camps, arranging massive stone tables and securing defensive runes in the ground. The champions who had returned alive found their places among their respective chiefs, each recounting fragments of their harrowing experiences inside the den. + +But as the day passed and the sky of the violet wasteland darkened into a deep crimson hue, Max sat quietly apart from the others. His gaze remained fixed on the entrance of the den in the distance, where the faint sound of shifting rock echoed now and then. + +He knew better than anyone how few would walk out of that place alive. And when they did, none of them would leave it unchanged. + +--- + +A week passed quietly over the violet wasteland, the long days blurring into one another. The air was always warm and heavy, carrying the faint scent of minerals and smoke that lingered in this strange world. To Max, the time slipped by in silence. He spent most of his days meditating near the outskirts of the camp while the giant dwarves prepared for the coming ceremony. + +As he had expected, very few geniuses returned from the den. Out of the thirty or so who had entered, only sixteen managed to survive. The rest never came back. Their fates were already sealed within the labyrinth of tunnels crawling with the Devouring Ants. + +When the last day of the waiting period arrived, the air in the camp grew solemn. The survivors gathered in the center of the enormous stone field before the entrance of the den. Rows of giant dwarves stood like walls on either side, their armor gleaming faintly under the violet sky. At the far end stood the village chiefs, each with their respective champion by their side. + +Max stood next to Chief Igris, calm and composed. His two golden crowns glowed faintly above his head, and every eye that turned toward him carried both awe and respect. Even the other surviving champions, who had gone through the same ordeal, could not hide their unease. They had seen and felt the pressure of his presence before. None dared to look at him for long. + +Max’s eyes drifted over the gathered geniuses standing in the open field of violet stone. The survivors stood in small groups, their bodies battered and their faces pale. Many looked hollow-eyed, still shaken from the horrors they had faced inside the den.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +He scanned them one by one, recognizing several who had entered around the same time he did. Some had clearly been injured, with crude bandages wrapped around their arms or legs. Others stood silently, avoiding everyone’s eyes, as if still haunted by what they had seen beneath the ground. + +However, as Max continued to look around, his brow furrowed slightly. There was one figure he expected to see but did not. The familiar golden crown, the long brown hair tied neatly behind, and the calm composure of Tanya—all were missing from the crowd. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1134.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1134.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddbcc68 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1134.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1128: Tribal Lord Igris!" +slug: "ch-1134" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1134 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1132 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He shifted his gaze again, scanning every cluster of survivors to be certain. There were no signs of her anywhere. Not among the injured, not among the ones who had gathered near the other village chiefs. Even the surviving champions who had fought alongside her before did not seem to know where she had gone. + +A faint thought crossed his mind, quiet but sharp. ’So she really managed to escape.’ + +His expression remained calm, but his eyes glimmered faintly with curiosity. The last time he had seen her was inside that hidden chamber where the battle for the Holy Nectar had taken place. She had used a strange treasure—a golden light that had enveloped her body—and in the blink of an eye, she had vanished completely. + +There had been no spatial fluctuation, no trace of her aura, and not even his Three Dimensional Body had been able to track her movement. + +He had assumed then that she had escaped somewhere deeper into the tunnels. Seeing her absence now only confirmed it. + +’She must have escaped far when she used her treasure to escape from me,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. ’A treasure capable of instant movement even in that kind of sealed domain isn’t ordinary. It must have been something extremely rare, probably an ancient relic from her family or force.’ + +He looked up toward the horizon, where faint pillars of light shimmered from the runes laid out for the upcoming ceremony. The giant dwarves were still preparing for the announcement of the Tribal Lord, their rhythmic chants echoing softly through the air. The world seemed calm on the surface, but Max’s mind remained sharp and alert. + +When the sun sank low, the faint hum of runes spread across the stone ground. The Tribal Overseer, an ancient giant dwarf draped in silver and bronze robes, stepped forward. His beard reached his waist, and his eyes glowed faintly with golden light. He held in his hand a ceremonial staff engraved with thousands of ancient runes, each flickering softly. + +"The time has come," the overseer announced, his voice deep and resonant. "The trial of the Holy Nectar has ended. The champions have returned, and now we will decide who among the villages has brought the greatest offering." + +At his words, each village chief stepped forward, holding the bottle of Holy Nectar collected by their champion. The bottles were placed carefully on a massive slab of violet stone in front of the overseer. + +There were sixteen bottles in total, each glowing faintly with golden radiance. The overseer raised his staff, and the runes carved into the stone slab began to shine. One by one, the bottles floated upward and released faint golden streams of light. The higher the light rose, the greater the amount of Holy Nectar within. + +The first few bottles glowed weakly, their light reaching only to the overseer’s chest before fading away. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. It was clear that those champions had barely survived, bringing back very little. + +Then came a few bottles that shone brighter, the golden streams reaching higher, touching the top of the overseer’s staff. These belonged to the champions of the stronger villages, their chiefs standing proud yet silent. + +Finally, Chief Igris stepped forward. His armor gleamed faintly, his heavy steps echoing against the stone ground as he approached the slab. Without saying a word, he placed his bottle on it and stepped back beside Max. + +The moment the bottle touched the slab, the runes flared violently. The golden light burst out like a beam, soaring high into the air. It climbed past the overseer, past the height of the other bottles, and continued upward until it reached the sky itself. + +The crowd erupted in gasps and murmurs. The light was pure and overwhelming, radiating through the entire camp. For a moment, it seemed as though the sun itself had descended upon the wasteland. + +"Level nine..." the overseer whispered in disbelief, his voice echoing across the silence. "The bottle is filled to the ninth level." + +The other chiefs looked at Chief Igris with a mix of awe and resignation. None of them had seen such a result in countless years. The best anyone had ever achieved was seven levels. But nine—nine was something legendary. + +The overseer struck his staff against the ground, and the golden light began to condense into a single beam that spiraled upward before exploding into countless sparks, showering the entire assembly in light. + +"The result is clear!" the overseer declared, his deep voice booming through the air. "Chief Igris of the Southern Forge Village has brought the greatest amount of Holy Nectar and shall now be appointed as Tribal Lord of the Giant Dwarven Tribe!" + +A thunderous cheer erupted from the villagers. The ground trembled under the sound of their unified voices. The giant dwarves raised their hammers and weapons into the air, their chants echoing like a storm across the wasteland. + +"Tribal Lord! Tribal Lord! Tribal Lord!" + +Chief Igris, usually so stern and composed, allowed himself a rare smile. He stepped forward as the overseer motioned for him to kneel. The elder dwarf lifted the ceremonial staff, and a bright golden rune emerged from its tip, descending slowly onto Chief Igris’s forehead. + +The rune burned faintly for a moment before sinking into his skin, leaving behind a faint golden mark shaped like a hammer crossed with a flame. The mark pulsed once, then stabilized, signifying his authority over all dwarven villages in the violet wasteland. + +The overseer raised his staff once more. "From this day forth," he proclaimed, "Igris, Chief of the Southern Forge Village, shall lead all our kin as Tribal Lord. His word shall be law among the giant dwarves, and his strength shall be our pride." + +The villagers cheered again, pounding their hammers against the ground in celebration. The rhythmic thunder echoed for miles. + +Max stood quietly beside Igris, his eyes calm. The ceremony reminded him of the old rituals he had witnessed in his own world. + +Chief Igris turned to Max and spoke softly, his deep voice almost drowned by the cheering crowd. "You made this possible. Without you, this title would have belonged to another. I will keep my promise, Max. The knowledge of the Seven Divine Veins will be yours." + +Max nodded slightly, his expression composed. "That’s all I need." + +As the chants continued and the celebration spread through the village, Max glanced once more at the violet horizon. Tanya’s absence still lingered in his thoughts. She had escaped with her life, but he knew she wouldn’t stay hidden forever. + +For now, though, he allowed himself a moment of quiet satisfaction. The trial was over. The Tribal Lord had been chosen. And his path toward unlocking the Seven Divine Veins was about to begin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1135.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1135.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3b269e8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1135.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1129: Sacred Treasure" +slug: "ch-1135" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1135 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Back at the same volcanic plains where Max had once endured months of agony under the relentless training of the giant dwarves, silence now reigned. The air shimmered faintly with heat rising from the blackened ground, and the distant roar of molten lava echoed like a deep heartbeat beneath the earth. + +The old training ground—where Max had been beaten, broken, and reforged into something far stronger—was almost unrecognizable in its stillness. The scorched marks and shattered stones still bore the remnants of his suffering, each one a reminder of the torment he had survived. + +Now, only two figures stood there. Max, calm and resolute, and opposite him, Tribal Lord Igris—once Chief Igris—now draped in an intricate black and bronze armor lined with golden runes that glowed faintly under the violet sky. + +His presence radiated power and authority, yet there was something deeper in his gaze—something ancient, as though he carried the weight of countless generations upon his shoulders. + +The two stood in silence for a moment. + +At last, Igris spoke. His deep, gravelly voice carried a solemn tone. "There is a technique to open the Seven Divine Veins," he said slowly, his eyes fixed on Max. "But that technique has long been lost to this universe. Countless eras have passed since it was last seen or practiced. Only a handful of ancient powers still remember fragments of it, and even then, their knowledge is incomplete. The technique in its entirety no longer exists anywhere—except here." + +He paused, letting his words sink into the quiet air. His gaze drifted toward the horizon, where the faint outline of their village could still be seen in the distance.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +"We, the giant dwarves, have preserved this technique as our sacred treasure," Igris continued, his tone deepening with reverence. "It is the foundation of our tribe’s existence. Since the earliest days, when the first of our kind was forged in the flames of the Violet Core Volcano, this technique has been passed down from generation to generation. It was entrusted only to one—the Tribal Lord." + +He looked back at Max, his expression grave. "Every Tribal Lord throughout history has borne two responsibilities. The first is to protect the tribe and guide our people through every calamity. The second is to guard this sacred technique, ensuring that it is never lost or misused. For it carries both creation and destruction within it. The Seven Divine Veins are not merely a body cultivation method, Max—they are the essence of divine embodiment itself." + +His heavy footsteps echoed faintly as he began pacing slowly, his eyes filled with distant memories. "The reason this technique was erased from the rest of the universe is because it defies the natural laws that govern life and also because it has been too long since one had opened the complete seven divine veins in their body. The opening of the Seven Divine Veins is the process of transforming mortal flesh into divine matter. Each vein that opens reconstructs your existence, reshaping your bones, your blood, your soul, and even your will. Those who cannot endure the transformation will have their bodies torn apart and their essence erased completely. That is why no one dares to attempt it anymore." + +He turned back toward Max, the faint light of molten fire reflecting in his eyes. "We, the giant dwarves, were born to withstand the flames of the world’s core. Our bodies were molded by heat and pressure. That is the only reason we have preserved this knowledge. But even among us, no one has successfully opened more than three Divine Veins in the last several thousand years. To open all seven is something that has not been achieved since the age when the gods still walked among mortals." + +Max remained silent, listening intently. His gaze was fixed on Igris, his expression calm but his heart thundering beneath the surface. + +Igris continued, "I am giving this technique to you because you have proven yourself worthy. You did not just pass the test of strength; you moved the black cube—a feat that not even our ancestors could accomplish after years of training. You withstood the weight of the mountain and survived the flames of our forging. Your body, though human, carries something extraordinary within it. That is why I believe you are the only one who can succeed where the rest of us have failed." + +He extended his hand toward Max, and a faint golden rune appeared in his palm. The rune twisted slowly in the air, pulsing with an ancient rhythm like a living heartbeat. + +"This rune contains the method of the Seven Divine Veins," Igris said quietly. "Once you accept it, the knowledge will become part of your soul. But remember this, Max—once you begin this path, you can never turn back. The process of awakening the first vein will tear your body apart, and if your will falters even for an instant, you will cease to exist. Do you still wish to walk this path?" + +Max’s eyes glowed faintly under the violet sky. He didn’t hesitate. "I do." + +Tribal Lord Igris watched him for a moment longer, then gave a slow, approving nod. "Very well," he said, his voice deep with finality. "Then prepare yourself, Max Voidwalker. From this day forth, your mortal body will no longer remain the same. You will begin the journey of divine transformation—the path of the Seven Divine Veins." + +He raised his hand, and the golden rune began to drift forward, spinning faster as it floated toward Max. The ancient energy within it hummed like the heartbeat of the earth itself. + +As the rune touched Max’s chest, a surge of heat flooded his entire being. The air around them shimmered, and the ground beneath his feet cracked from the pressure. The faint sound of energy pulsing through his veins echoed in the silence as the ancient knowledge began to carve itself into his soul. + +Tribal Lord Igris stood before him with a proud, solemn look. "Let the forging begin," he said quietly. "Let the mortal shell break—and let the divine form rise." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1136.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1136.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..82daba2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1136.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1130: Pain Like Endless Torture" +slug: "ch-1136" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1136 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1104 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The rune entered Max’s chest, and in that instant, his vision blurred. His surroundings faded away, and his consciousness was drawn deep within his own body. The heat from the rune spread through his veins like molten metal, burning through every layer of his being. He could feel his blood boiling and his bones vibrating faintly as if they were being reforged. + +Strange whispers echoed in his ears, ancient and indistinct, like voices from forgotten ages. The rune within him pulsated again, releasing waves of golden energy that poured into his mind. Then, slowly, the knowledge began to unfold. + +Words—no, symbols—appeared before his consciousness, each one glowing with divine light. They rearranged themselves, merging into a single phrase that burned itself into his soul. + +[Technique: Divine Vessel Rebirth Scripture] + +Max’s eyes widened. "So this is the name of the technique..." he murmured under his breath. The words resonated inside him, carrying with them an overwhelming sense of power. The Divine Vessel Rebirth Scripture—a method meant to reshape the mortal body into a vessel capable of containing divine energy. It wasn’t merely a technique; it was creation itself given form. + +As the symbols sank deeper into his soul, his vision suddenly shifted again. He found himself standing in an endless expanse of darkness, surrounded by countless stars that glittered faintly in the distance. The silence there was absolute, so profound that even his heartbeat seemed to vanish. + +Then, in that cosmic void, a vague figure appeared before him. The figure stood tall, its body radiating blinding golden light. Every movement it made seemed to stir the very fabric of the universe. The stars trembled around it. + +The figure raised its right arm slowly, and the stars above flickered violently as if reacting to its presence. When its fist clenched, the darkness quaked. Then, with a single punch, the figure shattered the stars themselves. They exploded like glass fragments, scattering into pure energy that rippled through the void. + +Max could only watch in awe as the fragments of broken stars turned into rivers of golden light that flowed back toward the figure, merging into its body. The figure’s silhouette blurred, and before Max could get a clearer look at its face, the vision vanished completely. + +Max’s eyes snapped open. He was back in the violet wasteland standing before Tribal Lord Igris, his breathing slightly heavy. The rune embedded in his chest still pulsed faintly with golden light. + +Igris was watching him closely, his eyes calm and knowing. "So," he said after a moment, "you have seen it—the one who first walked this path. That was the Ancient Forger, the being who created the Divine Vessel Rebirth Scripture. You have now inherited the first spark of his power." + +Max didn’t respond immediately. His mind was still filled with the image of that figure shattering stars with a single fist. The raw strength in that image was beyond anything he could comprehend. If the scripture could bring one even a fraction of that power, then the Seven Divine Veins truly were a path to godhood. + +"Now," Igris said, stepping closer and holding out a small crystalline vial filled with a radiant golden liquid, "we begin the true process." + +Inside the vial, the Holy Nectar glowed softly. The energy coming from it was unlike anything Max had felt before—pure, boundless, divine. It seemed to hum with life itself. + +"The Holy Nectar will act as the catalyst," Igris explained solemnly. "Without it, the process cannot begin. Its divine essence will awaken the first of your Divine Veins and force it open. Once the first vein is awakened, the rest will follow in time. But this step will be the most painful. If your will falters, your body will collapse." + +Max nodded without hesitation. "I’m ready." + +Igris studied him for a moment before pulling out the stopper from the vial. The liquid inside shimmered like liquid sunlight. "Just a few drops are enough to initiate the process. More than that, and your body will not survive." + +He poured three glowing drops into Max’s palm. The Holy Nectar burned faintly, its warmth seeping into his skin even before he consumed it. + +Max lifted his hand and swallowed the drops in one motion. + +Instantly, the world around him seemed to explode. A surge of energy erupted inside his body, rushing through his veins like molten lava. His muscles tensed, his heart pounded wildly, and his bones groaned as if they were being torn apart and reforged at the same time. + +The air around him shimmered. The ground beneath his feet cracked open from the pressure radiating out of his body. His skin glowed with alternating flashes of gold and crimson light as streams of energy tried to carve their way through him. + +Tribal Lord Igris’s voice echoed through the chaos. "Focus your will, Max! Guide the energy toward your chest. The first vein lies there—where your life force and spirit converge. It is called the Vein of Origin. It connects your soul to your flesh, your essence to your strength. Once it opens, your body will cease to be mortal!" + +The Holy Nectar coursed through Max’s veins like molten gold, tearing through his body with an intensity he had never experienced before. The liquid light raced from his heart to his limbs, burning through every channel and nerve. His muscles tightened violently, his bones cracked under the strain, and the veins beneath his skin glowed so brightly they looked as if they were about to burst open. + +The volcanic ground beneath his feet began to shatter, unable to withstand the pressure radiating from him. Each breath he took came out as a growl of pain. The divine energy was raging inside him—wild, uncontrollable, alive. It wanted to tear him apart, to destroy him before remaking him. + +Max’s knees buckled, his vision blurred, and for the first time in a very long while, he felt fear. "Ughhh!" A guttural cry escaped his throat as he clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain upright. His body was shaking so hard that even the air around him vibrated. + +Every nerve screamed, every bone screamed, and every drop of blood inside him felt like it was boiling. The divine energy was trying to carve its path through him, trying to open something that didn’t want to open—the First Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin. + +His flesh began to split. Hairline cracks appeared across his shoulders, his chest, and his arms. Glowing gold light poured out of those cracks, mixed with blood that sizzled upon touching the ground. His breathing turned ragged, and his face twisted in agony. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1137.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1137.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b320d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1137.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1131: Wraith of the Universe" +slug: "ch-1137" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1137 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1035 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Tribal Lord Igris watched silently, his expression grim but resolute. He knew better than to interfere now. "Endure it," he said softly, his voice almost drowned by the roaring energy. "Endure it, boy. This is what separates the divine from the mortal." + +But Max couldn’t hear him anymore. The pain was too great. His entire being felt like it was being pulled apart. His consciousness flickered, the edges of his mind fading in and out. For a brief, terrifying moment, he wanted it to stop. He wanted to let go, to fall, to give in to the crushing weight of the divine energy inside him. + +But then, deep within the chaos, a single thought emerged—not of family, not of friends, not of the world he once swore to protect. Those bonds had long since turned to ash in his heart. + +The faces of his sister, his mother, his comrades—all blurred into meaningless shadows that no longer stirred him. The warmth they once gave him had faded away, leaving only a hollow silence where emotion used to live. + +He no longer cared for them. + +He no longer believed in them. + +The humans of his continent, the ones he once fought to save, were nothing but fragile, selfish beings clinging to a world they could not defend. His only family - Freya, refused to meet him when she could. His trust had been betrayed too many times. + +His purpose—to protect, to save, to reunite with his family, to kill all the demons, to kill all the nulls, the revenge and all—had died somewhere along the way, buried beneath betrayal, blood, and the cold indifference of fate. + +All that remained now was one desire. + +To become the strongest being in all of existence. + +That single truth burned through the storm within him, blazing brighter than the pain that sought to consume him. Power—limitless, unshakable, eternal—was all he sought now. He would shatter every boundary, break every law, and defy even the universe itself to grasp it. + +His lips curled into a defiant snarl as the golden cracks across his body flared violently. "I... don’t need anyone," he growled through clenched teeth. "I don’t need family. I don’t need friends. I don’t need anyone’s faith." + +The divine energy screamed in resistance, but Max screamed louder. + +"I will become the strongest! No matter what I have to destroy!" + +The roar that tore from his throat shook the wasteland itself, echoing across the violet plains like the cry of a being defying the heavens. It wasn’t the cry of a hero anymore—it was the cry of someone who had forsaken everything except power itself. + +The energy responded to his defiance, surging once more through his body. But now it felt different—more focused, sharper, like a blade being tempered in fire. The cracks on his body deepened, glowing brighter and brighter until his entire form looked like a statue made of molten metal on the verge of shattering. + +And then, the world itself began to tremble.𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢 + +The violet wasteland around him started to distort. The sky—once calm and hazy—suddenly darkened. Thin, jagged lines appeared across the heavens like glass cracking under pressure. The cracks spread, wider and deeper, and from within them came a light so blinding it turned everything pale. + +Lightning. + +But it wasn’t ordinary lightning. These were threads of cosmic power—blue, white, and violet, carrying the fury of the heavens themselves. The Wraith of the Universe had sensed it. Something forbidden was happening. A mortal was trying to ascend a divine path that no longer belonged to this era. The laws of the universe itself were rejecting it. + +The lightning screamed as it descended from the cracks in the sky, tearing through the clouds and falling toward Max. Each bolt carried enough energy to erase worlds. The pressure was so immense that even the land around him began to collapse into the molten depths beneath. + +Tribal Lord Igris’s eyes widened. "No..." he whispered. "The Wraith of the Universe... it has come for him." He took a step forward, his hand reaching out instinctively, but he knew—if those bolts touched Max, not even ashes would remain. + +The first bolt broke through the atmosphere, tearing space apart as it descended. It was mere seconds away from striking him. + +And then, everything stopped. + +A sound like a whisper, soft yet heavy, rolled through the air. Space bent, and a colossal figure appeared high above, cloaked in shimmering starlight. Its form was hazy, neither man nor god, and yet its presence made even the sky kneel. One of the Seven Lords of the Secret Domain had appeared. + +The being lifted its hand slowly, and reality obeyed. The cracks in the sky froze mid-collapse. The lightning halted in midair, writhing like serpents caught in invisible chains. Then, with a gesture as simple as closing a door, the being pulled its hand downward—and the cracks sealed shut. The Wraith of the Universe vanished as though it had never existed. The oppressive energy faded, leaving only silence behind. + +Tribal Lord Igris immediately dropped to one knee, his expression reverent. "Lord of the Star Abyss," he murmured. "We are grateful for your intervention." + +The towering figure said nothing. Its gaze lingered on Max—still trembling, his body half-shattered, golden light spilling out from his wounds—and then, slowly, it disappeared, dissolving into motes of light. + +The moment the Wraith vanished, the divine energy within Max surged one last time, no longer restrained by the universe’s will. It rushed to his chest and exploded outward. + +BOOM! + +The ground cracked, the air rippled, and golden light burst from Max’s body like a divine storm. The lines of the First Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin, carved themselves fully into his flesh—glowing rivers of gold spreading from his heart to every corner of his being. + +Max let out a final cry of pain that echoed across the wasteland before falling to his knees, gasping for air. The golden glow gradually subsided, leaving faint marks etched beneath his skin like sacred runes. + +Tribal Lord Igris stepped forward, his expression filled with awe. "It is done," he said quietly. "You have opened the First Divine Vein. The Vein of Origin—the bridge between life and divinity." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1138.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1138.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9eb8c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1138.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1132: First Vein - Vein of Origin" +slug: "ch-1138" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1138 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1080 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s breath was heavy, his body trembling from exhaustion, but his eyes burned with a steady light. He had survived. He had endured the pain, the rejection of the universe, and even the wrath of creation itself. + +He raised his gaze toward the now-calm sky and whispered under his breath, his voice hoarse. "Damn that was painful!" + +Max’s chest rose and fell heavily as the golden light faded from his body. His vision trembled, his lungs burned, and his entire body felt like it had been torn apart and then forced back together piece by piece. His skin was covered in cracks that glowed faintly before sealing themselves, and every muscle in his body ached with unbearable soreness. + +This was pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Not even the countless battles, the wounds from his fights against monsters, demons, or even divine beings compared to what he had just endured. It was as if his flesh had been melted, his bones crushed, and his soul twisted all at once. But as unbearable as it was, it was worth every moment. + +Inside his body, he could feel it—something new. A force that was neither mana nor infernal energy. It wasn’t draconic essence either, not truly, yet it carried the same untamed and primal nature. It was far more refined, deeper, and infinitely more powerful. It pulsed through his veins with a rhythm that was almost alive, echoing like a heartbeat from the very core of his existence. + +For the first time, Max felt as if he wasn’t merely channeling power—he was the power. His body, mind, and essence had become something more than mortal. The divine vein pulsed faintly beneath his skin, connecting his heart to every part of his being. The energy within him was wild, raging, and untamed, yet completely obedient to his will. It was like holding the strength of the universe in his hands. + +Lord Igris, who had been watching silently until now, finally stepped forward. The faint glow of pride flickered across his ancient eyes, though his tone remained solemn. "Painful?" he said, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "That was only the beginning, boy. You have merely taken your first step on a road that countless others have tried to walk and failed." + +He folded his arms, his gaze locking on Max’s trembling figure. "What you have achieved here could never have been done in the outside world. The moment you attempted to open even a single divine vein under the laws of the universe, the world itself would have rejected you. The heavens would have descended upon you with their full wrath, and the Wraith of the Universe would have erased your existence before you even began." + +Max looked up, his breathing still uneven, his eyes dark and unreadable. + +Lord Igris continued, his tone turning grave. "Even here, inside this secret domain, the Wraith sensed your defiance. It came for you. You must have seen the sky crack open—the lightning that fell wasn’t mere energy. It was divine judgment. That lightning carries the will of the universe itself, and it only descends when something tries to transcend what is allowed." + +He looked toward the horizon where faint distortions still lingered in the air from the closed rift. "You should consider yourself fortunate. This domain exists under the protection of the Seven Divine Lords, and they were the ones who interfered. They suppressed the Wraith of the Universe, sealed the rift, and shielded you from annihilation. Without their intervention, you would not be standing here." + +Max stayed silent, his mind replaying the moment the cracks appeared in the sky and the universe itself seemed to scream at him. + +Lord Igris’s gaze softened slightly, though his voice remained deep and firm. "You have done what hasn’t been done in countless ages. You have awakened the Vein of Origin, the first of the Seven Divine Veins. This path is older than even the stars. It was meant only for beings who were born before the world had laws. There are barely any humans in this age who has achieved this feat. You may not be the first one but mark my words you shall be only one who will reach the highest level." + +He paused, taking a slow breath before continuing, "But let me make this clear to you, Max. You were not only determined—you were lucky. If not for the draconian essence running through your blood, your body would have collapsed long before the process even began. That essence, that ancient dragon power, kept your body alive when it should have been torn apart. It acted as a stabilizer, a vessel strong enough to contain the divine essence." + +He took a step closer, his voice lowering. "And do not forget the forging we did for you. We rebuilt your human body, tempered it like steel. If you still had the same frail foundation you arrived here with, you would have exploded into a fine mist before even halfway through the process." + +Max remained motionless, his head lowered, his hands still faintly trembling. The golden veins beneath his skin pulsed like streams of light, visible only for a moment before fading again. + +Lord Igris looked at him for a long time, then added quietly, "This was only the first vein, and already it nearly destroyed you. The six that follow will demand even greater strength, even greater pain. The next time, not even the Divine Lords will be able to save you if you falter." + +He turned his gaze toward the burning horizon of the violet wasteland, his tone almost reverent. "You are walking a path that has been forgotten by gods and erased by time itself. A path no mortal was meant to take. But if you can endure it... if you can open all seven divine veins... then even the entire universe will have to bow to you." + +The words echoed faintly through the air, carried by the heat of the wasteland.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +Max finally lifted his head, his golden eyes gleaming faintly with the reflection of that divine power within. His face was calm, expressionless, but the quiet fire behind his gaze burned brighter than ever. + +"I will endure," he said simply, his voice steady despite the exhaustion in his body. + +Lord Igris gave a slow nod, the faintest trace of approval touching his expression. "Then endure you shall. And one day, the world itself will tremble when it hears your name." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1139.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1139.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..44bbf86 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1139.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1133: Origin of Black Cube" +slug: "ch-1139" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1139 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1134 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood before a black cube his hand lifting slowly as he touched the black cube. Activating his first Divine Vein, his right hand turned slightly gold as he flicked the black cube lightly with his fingers. + +Bang! + +The black cube was blasted away sliding far into the distance like a rocket blowing away. + +Max’s gaze lingered on the black cube as it finally came to a halt far away, leaving behind a deep trail in the violet earth. The shockwave from his flick had shattered the surrounding ground, but the cube itself remained perfectly intact. + +Not even a scratch could be seen on its dark surface. It sat motionless in the distance, silent and unmoved by the power that had sent it flying. + +He lowered his hand slowly, his brows furrowed in thought. The air still hummed faintly with divine energy, the lingering residue of the power that had burst from his First Divine Vein. Even now, that energy pulsed within him like a steady heartbeat, carrying the sensation of strength beyond imagination. + +But despite the immense force he felt coursing through his body, he couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration. + +He could move the cube. He could send it flying like a toy. Yet he couldn’t harm it. Not even a single dent. + +"This black cube is very tough to break," Max said, his tone calm but edged with curiosity. His fingers still glowed faintly gold, the energy of the divine vein slowly receding back into dormancy. + +Lord Igris stepped closer, his heavy steps echoing softly across the cracked ground. He looked at the black cube lying in the distance, his eyes carrying a strange mixture of respect and unease. "I have told you before," he began, his deep voice cutting through the silence. "The material that cube is made from is unknown, even to us. No one in the history of our tribe has ever been able to understand what it truly is." + +He looked back at Max, his tone turning serious. "Its origin is a mystery, but one thing is certain—these cubes do not belong to this secret domain. They do not obey the same laws of matter or energy that we know. I suspect that even if a god struck them with their full might, the cubes would remain unbroken." + +Max turned his gaze back toward the cube, his eyes narrowing. "Then what are they doing here?" + +Igris’s gaze drifted toward the horizon. "They were not always here," he said slowly. "These black cubes appeared long after the creation of this domain. There are stories among the elders of my race, stories passed down since the earliest days of our people. They say the cubes were placed here by the Seven Lords of the Secret Domain themselves." + +"The Seven Lords?" Max’s eyes narrowed even further. "You mean the same beings who control this entire domain and protected me from the Wraith of the Universe?" + +"Yes," Igris said, his voice heavy with certainty. "Those same beings. The ones who govern the laws within this place, who stand above even the highest gods. It is said that long ago, before the laws of this secret domain stabilized, the Seven Lords forged these cubes from the fragments of a ruined star itself. They scattered them across the land as anchors—objects meant to stabilize the flow of divine and chaotic energy that constantly tries to tear this world apart." + +He crouched down and picked up a piece of shattered rock, crushing it easily between his fingers. "This wasteland is not as simple as it looks. It was once a place where worlds collided and merged. The power here is ancient and unstable. Without the black cubes to absorb and contain it, this entire land would collapse into nothingness." + +Max listened carefully, his expression thoughtful. The idea that something so simple in appearance could hold together an entire world was difficult to believe, yet after witnessing the cube’s durability, it made sense. "So these cubes are what keep this secret domain from collapsing." + +"Exactly," Igris said with a slow nod. "They are the foundation of the domain’s existence. Each cube contains the essence of balance itself—neither divine nor demonic, neither pure nor corrupt. They exist beyond the comprehension of mortals or even gods. That is why their material cannot be identified, why their energy cannot be sensed, and why their surface cannot be destroyed. They are eternal." + +He straightened himself and looked directly at Max. "The Seven Lords used them to build this sanctuary, a place where even the Wraith of the Universe cannot freely descend. These cubes are fragments of the very laws that shape existence." + +Max’s frown deepened slightly. "So you’re saying these cubes are the reason this domain exists at all." + +"Yes," Igris replied. "They are the heart of it. Without them, this land would have long been devoured by chaos." + +For a while, both of them stood silently, staring at the black cube in the distance. The faint wind carried dust across the ground, the air thick with a mysterious, ancient stillness. + +Finally, Lord Igris spoke again, his voice quieter this time. "You are one of the few who can move a cube, even if slightly. That, in itself, is remarkable. It proves that the energy in your divine vein resonates with the primal laws of existence. That kind of strength cannot be achieved by cultivation alone. That is the power of the Seven Divine Veins in your body." + +He turned to Max and gave him a small, approving nod. "The first divine vein—the Vein of Origin—has awakened in you. You are now walking a path that was never meant for humans. You can touch the foundations of reality itself. But remember, Max, such power will always come with a price. The universe will not let you climb higher without testing you. The moment you try to open the second vein, the heavens will notice you again. It will struck you again with another wraith. So, before you try to open the second divine vein, I warn you to be fully prepared for it." + +Max remained silent, his gaze locked on the cube, his red eyes reflecting its pitch-black surface. He understood and nodded to Igris. + +"A sword made from the same material as this would be incredible," Max thought quietly, his eyes still fixed on the black cube gleaming faintly in the distance. The thought of wielding a weapon forged from something that could defy even divine energy stirred something deep inside him. Just imagining its potential—the unbreakable edge, the limitless resonance—made his heart beat faster. + +But the thought quickly faded as his expression turned serious. He turned toward Lord Igris, his tone calm but purposeful. "Do you know where I can find the Lotus of Clear Serenity here?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-114.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-114.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f617f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-114.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 114: Soul Technique" +slug: "ch-114" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 114 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1238 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hehe, how was the experience, Nephew Max?" Ralph asked, noticing Max’s calm expression. + +Max smiled wryly. "If I hadn’t met up with my sister’s soul, I would have said the entire thing was designed to torture someone," he said bitterly, though a smile remained on his face. + +Ralph smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Well, this illusion was set to the max level for you. Freya specifically asked me to set it to the highest difficulty when you came here." + +Max glanced at him and nodded. "I guess she just wanted to warn me about illusions and such," he said, then shrugged. "But if I can’t even tell whether I’m under the effect of an illusion, then everything here is useless." + +Ralph nodded. "Illusions are tricks made from the use of Soul power. If there is a drastic difference in soul power between the one who created the illusion and the one affected by it, the latter won’t even realize they’re under the illusion," he explained. + +"I see." Max nodded thoughtfully. "That means what happened to me was probably because the illusion was created by someone with far higher soul power than mine, right?" + +Ralph smirked. "Exactly. And this illusion was set by me, so of course, you stood no chance against me." + +"It was you?" Max was surprised, but his surprise soon turned into frustration. But now that he knew it was all under Ralph’s control, he sighed and said wryly, "Uncle Ralph, you really are good at this illusion thing." + +Ralph shrugged. "It was a basic illusion, something Freya asked me to set for you. The first stage was to test how you would react if you knew you were under the influence of an illusion. The main goal of the first illusion was to help you understand how to use your soul power to break free." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "You mean, if I had been trapped there longer, someone would have come to teach me how to use Soul power to counter the illusion?" + +Ralph nodded, his eyes sharpening. "I’m curious, though—how did you manage to break free on your own?" + +Max smiled. "I know how to draw runes, and since drawing them requires the use of soul power, I just replicated that process. But in the end, instead of drawing the soul power into my brush, I let it spread around me." + +Ralph laughed, nodding. "Alright, you are indeed the brother of Freya Voidwalker." + +He added, "The second stage is called the Illusion of Death. In that stage, you have to accept death to break free from the illusion. Otherwise, no matter what you do, you’ll keep repeating the entire illusion over and over again." + +Max smiled, though it was a somewhat forced smile. It was just a coincidence that he decided to die in that illusion; if he hadn’t, he would have had to go through it again and again. ’Damn, this illusion is scary.’ + +Ralph smiled and explained, "Your death was the only repeating factor in that illusion. If you don’t accept your death, the illusion will keep repeating, and you’ll keep dying until you do." + +He added, "I was surprised you passed that illusion on your first try." + +"It was just a coincidence." Max smiled wryly. + +Ralph shook his head. "Coincident or not, your decisiveness is praiseworthy." + +Max nodded, his expression turning serious. "What about the last illusion?" + +Ralph pondered for a moment before speaking. "It’s an illusion that tests your heart. Everyone in this world has memories, regrets, and heartbreaks buried deep in their hearts. This illusion brings those things into reality. The way to break it is to face them directly and not let them affect you." + +Max nodded, his expression darkening. ’Why did that dream show up in my illusion and not something related to my parents or sister?’ he wondered. + +There was a time when this dream had left him feeling unsettled, but now that he had grown, he understood that not all dreams held meaning. And even if this one did, he would face it when the time came. + +"So all of this was planned by my sister?" Max asked, crossing his arms over his chest. + +Ralph nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I still remember her words from back then. She said something like, ’He’s still just a kid who doesn’t know anything. How will he manage if I leave? What will become of him? If there were any way to change my situation, I would have done it without hesitation, but... sigh... I can’t leave for nothing. I’ll make arrangements for Maxy. If he ever comes here, it’ll be your responsibility to look after him.’" + +He added, "And that’s how this situation came to be." + +Max nodded in understanding. "Did she leave anything else for me?" he asked. + +Ralph smiled and tossed a small wooden box. + +Max caught it and examined it. It was a small box meant to store something delicate. + +Curious, he opened it and found a scroll inside. + +"Skill scroll?" Max muttered, taking the scroll out. + +He unrolled the scroll and read its contents, his eyes widening. "No, this isn’t a skill scroll; it’s a technique—a technique related to Soul power," he muttered in shock. + +’So that’s why she made me go through the illusions,’ Max thought, understanding his sister’s intentions. + +The name of the soul technique was ’Hundred Refining Threads Soul’. It had a strange name, but Max didn’t doubt its authenticity, considering it had been left behind by his sister. + +Max smiled, putting the soul technique away, and bowed to Ralph. "Uncle Ralph, you’ve helped me a lot today, and I’m very grateful." + +Ralph laughed warmly. "No need to thank me, Nephew Max. Freya has done more for me than you can even imagine. The least I can do is repay the favor." + +Max smiled, and a thought crossed his mind. "Uncle Ralph, do you happen to have a doctor here?" + +Ralph became curious. "What happened?" he asked, worried. + +Max briefly explained his condition. "I passed out some time ago and woke up three days ago. A sudden weakness came over me at that time." + +Ralph’s expression turned serious. "I’ll provide a residence for you. Stay the night here, and tomorrow morning, I’ll have my finest doctor check on you." + +He added, "Let’s go, I’ll show you to your residence." + +Max nodded as he left the room with him. + +What greeted him next was a long, narrow hall made of rocks and stones. The residence of the Thorne Family was a massive castle. While the interior had been modernized, the outer structure still carried an ancient vibe. + +After walking and talking through the halls, Ralph led Max to a luxurious room, complete with all the amenities one could ask for. + +"Nephew Max, spend the night here. If you need anything, just contact me," Ralph said. + +Max glanced around the room, finding it to his liking. "Uncle Ralph, with all these facilities, you can be sure I won’t be going anywhere." + +Ralph smiled. "Hahaha, good, Nephew Max. I’ll see you soon." With that, he turned and disappeared from Max’s sight. + +Max sighed. "Thorne Family sure is rich," he muttered, smiling. Find your next read on freewebnovel.com + +Without much thought, he entered his room and locked the door. He check the bed and found it to his liking. + +"Let’s check the Soul Technique." Max sat down, unrolled the scroll, and began reading its contents. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1140.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1140.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..43d6275 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1140.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1134: A Map" +slug: "ch-1140" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1140 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lord Igris’s brows furrowed at the question, his usually composed expression showing faint surprise. "The Lotus of Clear Serenity?" he repeated, his deep voice echoing softly through the violet air. "That is a rare item indeed, but you will not find it in this wasteland. It does not grow here." + +He turned slightly, walking a few steps toward one of the nearby stone structures. From a compartment in his armor, he took out an old parchment and unfolded it with care. The parchment shimmered faintly as he channeled a small amount of mana into it, and immediately a three-dimensional map of the secret domain appeared in the air before them. The projection was enormous, covering a wide area and glowing faintly with ethereal light. + +"This is the current map of the secret domain," Lord Igris said, handing the parchment to Max. "It is an updated version, verified and remade after the spatial layers of the domain shifted when the gates opened this time. Each time the secret domain reopens, its internal landscape changes. Old locations vanish, new ones appear, and the environment resets itself. That is why only a few of us who live within the domain permanently can maintain an accurate map." + +Max looked down at the parchment, his sharp eyes scanning the markings. The map was covered in countless symbols, mountain ranges, glowing rivers, and what looked like strange barrier lines that separated regions. It was clear that this wasn’t just a physical map—it was a spiritual one, containing layers of energy that only someone with strong perception could interpret. + +Lord Igris pointed at one of the glowing regions on the map, a place shaped like a blooming lotus near the center of the domain. "You see this?" he said, his tone calm but firm. "That is where you will find what you’re looking for. The Lotus of Clear Serenity grows in a place known as the Mirror Lake of Souls. It is located at the edge of the inner region, just before the path to the core region begins." + +"Mirror Lake of Souls," Max repeated quietly, memorizing the name as his gaze followed the markings on the map. + +Igris nodded. "It is a sacred and dangerous place. The lake itself is said to reflect not your appearance but your soul. Many who have gone there lost themselves completely because they were unable to withstand what they saw. The Lotus of Clear Serenity grows at the heart of that lake, nourished by the energy of countless fallen souls." + +He folded his arms, his voice taking on a deeper tone. "You must understand, Max, the Lotus of Clear Serenity is not just a medicinal plant or cultivation resource. It is a spiritual treasure. It has the power to cleanse impurities within your body and stabilize divine energy, but it demands a price. Only those with unshakable will and a heart untainted by regret can claim it without being consumed by their own reflection." + +Max listened in silence, absorbing every word. His gaze returned to the glowing map, his expression calm but determined. + +Lord Igris continued, his tone softening slightly. "In this secret domain, there are three major regions, and each region represents a different trial for the geniuses who enter here. The first trial region is where all of you land after entering. It tests survival and strength—it separates the weak from the strong. That is the outer region, where you first met us." + +He gestured at another layer on the map. "The second trial region lies deeper—the inner region. That is where you must now go. It tests the mind, spirit, and comprehension of power. Every creature, every place in that region exists to challenge a genius’s understanding of themselves and the laws they wield. It is also where treasures like the Lotus of Clear Serenity can be found. Only those who have tempered their hearts and strengthened their souls can pass through it." + +His hand then moved toward the center of the glowing projection, where a massive whirlpool-like structure pulsed faintly with light. "And finally, there is the core region. That place... is beyond imagination. It contains the legacy of the Seven Divine Lords themselves. Every being who enters there is judged by the laws of creation itself. Only the chosen few—those who have proven their worth in both body and spirit—can even step foot there." + +He looked back at Max, his gaze firm and penetrating. "This map will guide you through all three regions. The markings will change as the domain shifts, but as long as you keep the parchment close, it will realign itself with your location. Consider it a key, and a lifeline." + +Max held the parchment carefully, his eyes still fixed on the floating map. The thought of the Mirror Lake of Souls lingered in his mind, and his expression hardened slightly. "Understood," he said after a moment. "I’ll head there next." + +Lord Igris nodded slowly, the faintest trace of pride in his eyes. "Good. You have already surpassed every expectation I had of you, but do not let that make you careless. The inner region is nothing like the wasteland you have walked so far. The energy there is purer, more violent, and filled with remnants of the divine. Every step you take will test your will. You may find treasures, but you may also find despair." + +He stepped closer and placed a heavy hand on Max’s shoulder. "Remember, strength alone will not see you through the next trial. What lies ahead will challenge not your body but your soul. Be wary of what you see and what you believe. The Lotus of Clear Serenity will show you both." + +Max nodded once more, his expression unshaken. He folded the parchment carefully and stored it within his storage space. "Then I’ll make sure I’m ready for whatever awaits me there," he said quietly. + +Lord Igris gave him a small nod, his eyes gleaming faintly. "That is the spirit I expected from you. Go, Max." + +"Thank you, Lord Igris for taking care of me." Max bowed deeply before slowly walking away from him. + +Lord Igris smiled at Max lightly and nodded his head. + +Max glanced once more at the black cube resting silently in the distance before turning away. The journey ahead was uncertain, but he had already chosen his path—and nothing would stand in his way. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1141.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1141.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da998f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1141.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1135: A Graveyard of Swords" +slug: "ch-1141" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1141 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The inner region of the secret domain was unlike anything Max had seen before. The air itself felt heavier, saturated with layers of power that constantly shifted and intertwined. The ground no longer held the violet hue of the wasteland. + +Instead, the landscape was a vast mosaic of crystalline plains, floating boulders, and shimmering lakes that reflected fragments of ancient energy. Every step forward caused faint ripples in the air, as if the entire place was alive and aware of his presence. + +The deeper Max went, the more he felt the subtle pull of divine energy. The oppressive pressure of the place wasn’t meant to harm him but to test him. It was as though the land itself wanted to see how far his will could go before it broke. + +The map Lord Igris had given him served as a guide only in a general sense. It showed the boundaries of the regions and the rough direction toward the core, but it didn’t reveal any of the specific trials or landmarks that filled the inner region. + +The locations of the trials seemed to shift with the will of the domain, appearing and disappearing like mirages. It quickly became clear that even the best maps here were only approximations. + +Max stopped near a ridge where the ground turned translucent, showing faint streams of golden light flowing beneath his feet. He studied the map again, but it remained unchanged—just faint glowing lines that outlined the shape of the domain. + +"It only shows the outline," Max murmured to himself, his tone calm but thoughtful. "The rest, I have to find on my own." + +He could already feel what the purpose of this region was. The air pulsed with familiar fluctuations—the kind that resonated with one’s comprehension of concepts. It reminded him of the moments when he pushed himself to understand the laws of lightning, flames, space, and severing sword. + +The realization struck him with clarity. The trials here weren’t physical. They weren’t about strength or survival like in the outer region. + +They were about mastery. + +Every step into this place seemed to draw out the concepts within him. His sword concept stirred faintly, responding to the currents in the air. His spatial sense expanded without his will, and even the faint spark of lightning in his veins seemed to hum with energy. It was as if the very atmosphere was alive with the essence of countless laws, constantly shifting between creation and destruction.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +He walked forward, observing the world around him with calm curiosity. The sky was fractured into streaks of color, divided between gold, silver, and deep blue. Floating platforms shimmered in the distance, each surrounded by strange phenomena—storms of flame, collapsing air pockets, or waves of crystal mist. He could tell that each one of them was a separate trial, formed from a particular law or concept. + +From what he understood, these trials were designed to deepen one’s comprehension. The domain seemed to react to the one who entered it, creating situations and illusions tailored to their path of mastery. For him, it would undoubtedly draw upon his understanding of lightning, space, sword, and fire—the four major concepts he had already comprehended to varying degrees. + +After several days of travel, the landscape began to change once again. The crystalline terrain gave way to barren soil covered with layers of white ash. The air grew heavy, filled with a faint metallic scent. Each step he took made the ground echo like the ring of a blade striking steel. The sky above dimmed to a lifeless gray, and strange whispers carried through the wind—soft, almost imperceptible, but unmistakably the cries of countless swords. + +Max stopped. His eyes scanned the horizon, and what he saw made him pause completely. + +Before him stretched a vast plain filled with swords—millions of them. Some were broken, their blades buried halfway in the ground. Others stood tall and proud, piercing the heavens themselves. The ground shimmered faintly under their presence, covered with a thin layer of divine energy that clung to the air like fog. Each sword emitted a faint hum, as if resonating with one another in endless mourning. + +It was a graveyard of swords. + +The deeper he looked, the more ancient the place seemed. The swords varied in style and size—long swords, curved sabers, twin blades, even rusted daggers—all placed in perfect alignment, forming invisible patterns that his eyes could barely comprehend. The silence here wasn’t lifeless; it was sacred, reverent. + +A strange feeling washed over Max as he stepped into the graveyard. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword. The moment his fingers brushed against it, he felt the faint pull of resonance. The sword in his hand vibrated slightly, responding to the presence of something ancient and familiar. + +"This feeling..." Max murmured softly, his eyes narrowing as he looked around. + +The atmosphere here was unique—both oppressive and tranquil. Every breath he took filled him with both awe and dread. His body remembered this aura, even if his mind didn’t recognize it at first. Then suddenly, realization struck him like lightning. + +"This place..." he whispered. "This is where I first comprehended the Concept of Severing Sword." + +The memory came back vividly. The vast expanse of ancient swords, the aura that demanded absolute clarity, the blade that once stood in the center of a ruined temple inside the Tower of Truth. He remembered kneeling there, his hand trembling as he grasped that old sword, feeling as though he was being taught by the will of something beyond life and death itself. + +Back then, it was just a fragment—a single sword tomb, hidden within the Tower of Truth. And now, standing here, surrounded by countless swords buried in silence, Max understood. That place had only been a fraction of what he was seeing now. + +"Blob," Max said under his breath, his tone thoughtful. "This... this can’t be coincidence." + +The small, ethereal voice in his head immediately responded, filled with a rare excitement. "It’s not! It’s definitely not, Max!" Blob’s tone almost trembled with energy. "I can feel it. The aura of sword concept here—it’s the same as before, but much stronger, much older! This isn’t just a random graveyard. This is the Tomb of the Sword Saint." + +"The Tomb of the Sword Saint..." Max repeated, his gaze steady as his golden eyes reflected the endless field of blades before him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1142.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1142.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1184aac --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1142.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1136: Tomb of the Sword Saint - Again!" +slug: "ch-1142" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1142 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1079 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Yes, and that means something even more incredible," Blob continued, his tone rising with excitement. "Remember the one you found back in the Tower of Truth? That was only one tomb—a fragment. I think that was just the first one you stumbled upon. But this... this is another one. The second Sword Tomb of the Sword Saint." + +Max’s expression turned contemplative as he walked further into the graveyard. "You’re saying the Sword Saint has multiple tombs scattered across the universe?" + +"Exactly," Blob replied eagerly. "The Sword Saint wasn’t just a cultivator or a warrior. He was one of the few beings who transcended sword mastery itself. His will was so vast that even death couldn’t contain it. Legends say that before his final battle, he divided his sword concept and buried it in different corners of existence, leaving behind countless tombs filled with his teachings. Each one tests the soul of the swordbearer who finds it." + +"So the one in the Tower of Truth was one of them," Max said quietly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "And this... is another." + +"That’s right. The Tower of Truth only showed you the beginning," Blob said. "You were still young in your understanding of sword concept back then. But this tomb... this one feels deeper, stronger. The sword concept here is purer, almost oppressive. The Sword Saint must have left a part of his true essence here." + +As Max continued walking, the air around him began to hum louder. The countless swords embedded in the ground trembled faintly as if acknowledging his presence. The faint whispers turned sharper, echoing in his mind like a thousand overlapping voices speaking in perfect rhythm. + +He felt it—the same overwhelming clarity he had felt back then when he first touched upon the Concept of Severing Sword. The feeling of absolute detachment, the stillness that could slice through time itself. + +The graveyard extended endlessly, but his eyes were drawn toward the center. There, atop a low hill, stood a single sword unlike any other. It was long and elegant, black as midnight, its blade reflecting no light. Around it, no other sword dared to stand close. The space near it seemed frozen, silent, untouched by time. + +"This must be it," Max said under his breath, his tone calm but filled with awe. "The resting place of his will." + +"You’re right, Max," Blob said, his voice quieter now but no less reverent. "That’s where the Sword Saint’s second inheritance lies. If you can comprehend what he left behind here, your Severing Sword will ascend to a level no mortal has ever reached. Maybe even beyond law itself." + +Max approached the central hill with slow, deliberate steps. Each step he took echoed softly across the endless graveyard, resonating with the hum of countless buried swords. The air around him grew heavier, sharper, and colder. + +It was as if every breath he took carried the edge of a blade. The closer he got to the sword standing at the top, the more his surroundings began to shift. The dull gray sky darkened, and streaks of pale light started forming circles in the air around him. + +By the time he stood before the black sword, the entire world had fallen silent. Not even the faint whistle of the wind could be heard. Only the faint hum of the blade before him remained. + +The sword itself was ancient and magnificent. Its blade was perfectly smooth, reflecting no light, and it exuded no aura of hostility or divinity. Yet standing before it, Max could feel an overwhelming power, one that reached beyond life and death. He could feel the echo of will within the sword—something eternal, something that defied even time itself.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +"This is it," he murmured softly. + +The blade trembled slightly as if acknowledging his presence. Suddenly, a burst of invisible force erupted from it, spreading across the graveyard. The entire field of swords reacted instantly. Thousands of blades began trembling in unison, releasing a chorus of resonant cries that echoed across the realm. The energy gathered like a storm, swirling around Max and pulling him into its center. + +His vision blurred, and in the next instant, he was no longer standing in the graveyard. + +He was standing in a world of pure sword light. + +The ground beneath him was made of glowing sword marks, each pulsating faintly. The air itself was filled with streaks of invisible sword energy—each one sharp enough to slice through mountains. Floating ahead of him was a figure. + +It was a man dressed in tattered robes, his hair long and white, his face calm yet commanding. He stood with his back turned, holding a sword that radiated a brilliance that defied description. Though the man didn’t speak, Max instantly knew who he was. + +"The Sword Saint," Max whispered under his breath. + +The figure didn’t move or acknowledge him. Instead, the man raised his sword slowly, and the entire world shifted in response. The sky split open, the earth trembled, and in the next instant, the man’s sword moved—once, then twice, and then again in swift, flowing succession. + +Each strike was so clean that it left no trace of movement, no burst of energy, and no sound. The air simply parted. The world itself seemed to yield before the sword’s will. Max could feel the essence of the concept behind each strike—it wasn’t destruction or domination. It was severance. + +Each swing carried the pure intention to cut through everything—space, matter, and even fate itself. + +His mind buzzed as countless fragments of sword intent surged into him. His comprehension expanded rapidly, his thoughts syncing with the flow of the Saint’s movements. The difference between his previous understanding and what he was seeing now was immeasurable. Before, he could sever things that existed in front of him. Now, he was beginning to comprehend how to sever things that shouldn’t exist. + +He realized that this was the next step—the Fourth Level Concept of the Severing Sword: Severing the Intangible. + +It was about cutting through things beyond physical form—cutting through cause, cutting through destiny, cutting through illusion, and even cutting through the laws that governed reality. It was a power that transcended creation and destruction alike. + +He felt it ignite inside him like a blazing light. His Severing Sword intent transformed, becoming infinitely sharper. He could now sense the faint boundaries between existence and nothingness, and for the first time, he understood what it meant to truly sever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1143.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1143.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86a3af4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1143.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1137: Getting the inheritance of the Sword Saint!" +slug: "ch-1143" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1143 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1431 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The vision of the Sword Saint moved again, this time slower. The man turned halfway, revealing only the faint outline of his face, and then lifted his hand. The air before him shimmered as symbols appeared—ancient runes glowing faintly with divine brilliance. + +As Max watched, the Sword Saint began to demonstrate once more, but this time, the movements were deliberate, distinct, and structured. Each swing of his sword carried purpose, leaving behind visible marks of light that slowly shaped themselves into a pattern of techniques. + +[First move: Severing Formless Air] – The sword cut through emptiness itself, leaving behind a trail that devoured space. + +[Second move: Severing the World’s Shadow] – The sword cleaved through all reflections and illusions, erasing everything that imitated existence. + +[Third move: Severing Fate’s Thread] – The blade struck at invisible strands in the air, snapping them one by one, as though cutting destiny itself. + +[Fourth move: Severing the Soul’s Echo] – A single thrust that pierced through sound, thought, and memory, leaving silence so absolute that even time refused to move. + +[Fifth move: Severing the Heavens] – The final swing was beyond comprehension. It tore through everything—the sky, the stars, the very fabric of the world. It was not a strike of power but of transcendence. + +Each movement etched itself into Max’s mind like fire. His eyes glowed faintly gold as he absorbed the inheritance fully. His breathing became slow and steady, his expression calm, yet his aura grew sharper by the second. + +When the Sword Saint lowered his sword, his faint voice finally echoed across the space. "If your will does not waver... then the sword shall never dull. If your heart does not falter... then even the heavens can be severed." + +The figure slowly turned to dust, and the world of light shattered around him. + +Max’s vision cleared, and he was back in the graveyard of swords. The hum that had filled the air moments ago now faded into complete stillness. The black sword before him no longer shone—it stood silently, its purpose fulfilled. + +He exhaled slowly, feeling the new sword intent flowing through him. The Severing Sword had evolved within him, its concept rising from the third level to the fourth. His aura now carried a faint, invisible sharpness that seemed to make even the air tremble. + +"Severing the Intangible..." Max whispered to himself. "And the Five Severing Forms..." He began moving his sword in five different ways as saw the Sword Saint moving his sword. It felt different to him when he moved his sword like him, when he performed his five sword moves. + +"I have only learned the form because it’s etched into my memory and I have yet to master them." Max muttered in understanding as he finally came to pause. + +"You actually learned it, Max!" Blob’s voice rang in his mind, filled with excitement. "Your Concept of Severing Sword has reached 4th level. Just one step away from reaching the pinnacle of the mortal realm. And it seems you have also learned a part of his inheritance. This is a very big opportunity for you Max. You have to cherish it well." + +Max smiled faintly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "I know and I’ll master all five of them. No matter how long it takes." + +He turned away from the black sword, his figure moving through the silent graveyard. The countless swords buried in the ground began to hum faintly once again, this time not in mourning but in acknowledgment—as if saluting a successor. + +And as he walked away, the faint echo of the Sword Saint’s words lingered in his mind. + +"If your will does not waver... then even the heavens can be severed." + +As Max stepped out of the Tomb of the Sword Saint, the world around him began to shift. The countless swords that had once stood proudly across the vast graveyard started to blur. Their sharp outlines faded, their metallic gleam dimmed, and within moments they dissolved into streams of faint light. + +The air trembled softly as the last remnants of sword aura dispersed, leaving behind only silence and an empty plain. It was as if the entire graveyard had never existed, as though it had only been an illusion formed by the will of the Sword Saint himself. + +The black soil beneath Max’s feet turned back to its natural color, and the faint metallic scent in the air disappeared. The oppressive atmosphere that had surrounded the place lifted completely. It felt almost unreal how quickly everything faded into nothingness, like a dream ending at dawn. + +Max turned slightly, looking back at the empty space where the tomb once stood. For a brief moment, he thought he saw faint lights flicker in the air, shaped like sword marks vanishing into the horizon. He remained silent, his expression calm, but deep within his eyes, there was a trace of respect. + +What he had witnessed inside that graveyard was something beyond comprehension. The presence of the Sword Saint, the brilliance of the five severing forms, and the feeling of standing before the purest sword will in existence—it was something he would never forget. + +A faint, excited voice broke the silence in his mind. "It seems only you were able to access the Tomb of the Sword Saint in this secret domain," Blob said. His tone carried both admiration and curiosity. "No one else would have been able to step inside it. You could enter because of your previous encounter with it back in the Tower of Truth. That connection was recognized by the Sword Saint’s lingering will." + +Max’s gaze remained fixed on the empty horizon as he listened. "So, it wasn’t coincidence," he said quietly. + +"Not at all," Blob replied. "You were fated to come here. The Tower of Truth was the beginning. It tested your heart, your intent, and your resolve to walk the path of severance. This tomb, the second one, was meant to strengthen your understanding and lead you further along that path. It’s almost as if the Sword Saint himself wants you to complete what he started." + +Max was silent for a long moment. The faint breeze that swept across the plains carried away the last traces of sword intent from the illusionary graveyard. "Fate..." he muttered finally. "I never cared for that word before, but perhaps you’re right." + +Blob’s tone grew thoughtful. "The Sword Saint didn’t leave behind random tombs, Max. Each one was built in a different corner of the universe, each containing a piece of his will and his teachings. Those who can access even one are already considered chosen. You have entered two of them now. That alone says something about your destiny." + +Max’s expression remained calm, but a flicker of determination crossed his eyes. He tightened his grip on his sword as he walked away from the fading illusion. "Then I’ll find the rest," he said quietly. "If the Sword Saint scattered his tombs across the universe, then somewhere among them lies the true secret of the sword. I’ll find them all... and master everything he left behind." + +Blob chuckled softly, his tone filled with pride. "That’s the spirit I like to hear. But remember, each tomb won’t be as kind as this one. The later ones will test more than your strength or comprehension—they’ll test your soul, your will to sever everything, even the ties that hold your heart." + +Max didn’t reply immediately. He looked at his sword, its surface gleaming faintly with the aura of his new understanding. The fourth level of the Severing Sword had given it a silent, ethereal sharpness that made even the air tremble when it moved. "If that’s what it takes," he said after a long pause, "then so be it." + +As he continued walking, the sky above grew brighter, and the scenery of the inner region began to reappear. The illusion of the tomb was now gone completely, replaced by the shifting, crystalline plains that filled this part of the secret domain. + +To anyone else, it would have seemed like he had walked through an ordinary patch of land—but Max knew better. He had just walked out of a place that existed beyond time and space, a place that answered only to those chosen by the sword itself. + +"Fate or not," Max said quietly, his tone calm but resolute. "I will carve my own path, just as he did."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Blob hummed in approval. "That’s exactly what the Sword Saint would have said." + +Max glanced once more at the horizon where the graveyard had vanished before walking ahead. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1144.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1144.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..53ceb8e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1144.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1138: A Strange Beast" +slug: "ch-1144" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1144 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Another day passed in the endless expanse of the secret domain, and Max’s path led him into a place unlike any other he had seen before. The landscape that stretched before him was a jungle, but it was nothing like the forests of the outside world. The air here shimmered faintly, saturated with energy so pure that it distorted the colors of nature itself. + +Towering trees covered the land, their presence ancient and proud. Their trunks were not brown but soft shades of pink, smooth and faintly glowing as though they were carved from crystal rather than wood. The leaves above were a brilliant blue, their surfaces reflecting the light that filtered through the thick canopy. + +Every time the faint wind passed through, the leaves rustled together, producing a sound that resembled the soft ringing of chimes. + +The entire forest seemed alive in a way that was hard to describe. Threads of luminous mist drifted between the trees, forming patterns that resembled waves in the air. + +Small motes of light floated near the roots, occasionally rising and vanishing like fireflies. It was beautiful, but there was something unnatural about it too, something that made the place feel more like a dream than reality. + +Max walked carefully through the forest, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The soil beneath his boots was pale purple, soft and slightly warm to the touch. Each step he took left faint glowing footprints that lingered for a few seconds before fading.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +The energy of this forest was thick, and his body reacted to it immediately. His Draconic Essences pulsed faintly within him, and his Divine Vein stirred slightly as though resonating with the environment. + +"This place..." he murmured to himself. "It’s filled with energy. Even the air feels alive." + +The deeper he went, the stronger the energy became. He could feel it pressing against his skin, flowing into his body in a slow, steady rhythm. The forest seemed to be breathing with him. Every movement of the wind carried faint whispers that were difficult to understand. It was almost as though the jungle itself was aware of his presence. + +The trees grew thicker as he walked, their pink trunks towering high above like pillars holding up the sky. Some of them were so wide that it would take dozens of men to encircle them. + +Strange flowers grew along their roots, glowing with soft blue light. They gave off a faint fragrance that calmed the mind but also sharpened the senses, allowing him to feel the energy currents flowing through the forest with surprising clarity. + +Blob’s voice echoed faintly in his mind, his tone curious. "This isn’t a natural forest. Every tree here has absorbed the energy of the secret domain for countless years. Look at the color of the leaves and trunks—they are saturated with divine essence. If you touch one of these trees, you might even feel the flow of energy moving through it like blood." + +Max placed his hand against one of the trunks. Immediately, he felt a gentle vibration, like the pulse of a living creature. A faint stream of blue light ran under the surface of the bark, winding upwards into the leaves. "You’re right," he said softly. "It feels alive." + +"This must be one of the forests left behind from the ancient age," Blob replied. "When the seven lords created this secret domain, they filled it with environments that could test different aspects of power. This place might be a trial of perception or connection—something to do with understanding the flow of natural energy." + +Max took his hand back and looked around. The forest stretched endlessly, fading into a soft haze of blue and pink. Despite its beauty, he could sense hidden dangers. The silence was too perfect. There were no beasts, no birds, not even the sound of insects. It was the kind of stillness that only existed in places where the balance of life had been sealed by immense power. + +He continued walking slowly, his senses alert. Occasionally, he saw faint shapes between the trees—vague outlines of something moving—but whenever he tried to focus, they disappeared. The forest was playing tricks on his perception. It was alive, intelligent, and watching. + +"This place isn’t ordinary," he muttered under his breath. "It’s hiding something." + +Blob’s voice came again, lower this time. "Stay alert. Places that radiate this much energy always hold a core, something that acts as the source of all this vitality. Whatever it is, it’s probably in the heart of the forest. But reaching it might not be easy." + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he looked deeper into the glowing expanse before him. "Then that’s where I’m heading." + +He took another step forward, and the ground beneath him pulsed faintly in response. The trees swayed even though there was no wind, their blue leaves rustling with a haunting melody. The further he walked, the more he felt as though he was stepping into a place where reality and illusion blended together. + +Just as Max took another careful step forward, the air in front of him began to ripple faintly. The distortion started small, like heat waves rising from the ground, but within seconds, the disturbance grew into a swirling blur of blue and pink mist. The energy around him trembled, and the next instant, a beast emerged from the distortion. + +It was unlike anything Max had seen before. Its body was long and lean, covered in fur that shimmered between shades of violet and silver. Its eyes glowed faintly white, completely devoid of pupils, and its limbs bent at strange angles as if it had no fixed bone structure. + +Four sharp tendrils extended from its back, twitching and swaying like living whips. The creature radiated an aura that didn’t belong to any elemental type Max could recognize—it was strange, shifting constantly, as though its very essence was unstable. + +The beast tilted its head, its blank eyes focusing on Max. It didn’t make a sound, but the pressure it released was enough to make the air tighten. Max instinctively shifted his stance, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. + +"What beast is this??" He said quietly, his eyes narrowing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1145.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1145.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6031353 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1145.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1139: A Beast Controlling Space?" +slug: "ch-1145" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1145 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1129 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The creature didn’t respond. Instead, its body blurred. For an instant, Max saw it lunge toward him, its claws glowing faintly with blue energy, but before the attack could land, the beast vanished completely. + +Max’s pupils contracted sharply as his Three Dimensional Body alarmed warning him. He turned his head just in time to feel a pulse of energy appear behind him. + +’Fast!’ he thought, his instincts screaming. + +He pivoted on his heel and brought his sword around in a clean arc. The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle. A burst of blue sparks erupted as steel met claw. The impact sent a shockwave through the clearing, scattering leaves and kicking up waves of dust. + +The beast had reappeared directly behind him, striking with a precision that was unnatural. Its movement hadn’t been speed—it had been something else entirely. It wasn’t running or dashing. It was simply appearing wherever it wanted to. + +Max pushed back, skidding across the soft ground, his boots leaving glowing prints. "Teleportation?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he studied the creature. "No... it’s not quite teleportation. It’s something like space manipulation." + +The beast hissed softly, its form flickering like a reflection on water. Then it vanished again. This time, Max didn’t wait. His Three Dimensional Body activated instantly, scanning the flow of energy in the surrounding area. + +He caught it—just barely. A flicker of movement behind him and slightly to the left. + +Max twisted his sword, channeling lightning through it as he used the third level of Concept of Lightning and 4th level concept of severing sword. Blue arcs flashed from the blade as he swung it in a horizontal slash. + +The sword light cut through the air and collided with the creature mid-lunge. The impact lit up the forest in a flash of blue lightning. The beast was flung backward, crashing through two pink trees before landing heavily on the ground. + +Max straightened, his gaze sharp and calculating. "It’s using short-range space jumps," he said to himself, his voice calm despite the tension. "Each time it moves, it slips through a dimensional fold and reappears instantly. That’s why it feels like teleportation." + +Blob’s voice echoed in his mind. "Careful, Max. Creatures like this are extremely dangerous. If it can control spatial folds, it might also distort your attacks. Don’t rely on simple prediction—it could appear from anywhere." + +Max nodded slightly, his grip tightening on the sword. Across from him, the beast stood up again. Its body flickered with static energy, but its movements were still sharp and fluid. The wounds from his lightning strike had already begun to close. + +A faint smile crossed Max’s face. "Interesting. Let’s see how far your tricks can take you." + +The beast hissed again, its tendrils flaring with light. The air shimmered once more, and in an instant, it vanished from sight. But this time, Max was ready. Blue lightning flickered along his body, his senses heightened, his perception sharpened to its limit. + +The battle inside the glowing forest had only just begun. + +The beast disappeared again, and Max’s eyes gleamed faintly in amusement. The creature’s movements were erratic but strangely rhythmic, as though following a natural flow that mimicked the pulse of the forest itself. Every time it vanished, the air distorted slightly—tiny ripples spreading outward like water disturbed by a stone. + +Max smirked as he raised his sword. "Alright then. Let’s play for a while." + +The next moment, the beast reappeared behind him, striking with blinding speed. Its claws gleamed with condensed spatial energy, sharp enough to cut through the air. + +Max twisted his body effortlessly, parrying the attack with the flat of his blade. Sparks flew as the impact released a small shockwave that scattered the glowing leaves nearby. + +The beast vanished again, appearing above him this time, its tendrils stretching down like spears. Max sidestepped smoothly, allowing one of the tendrils to pierce the ground beside him, leaving behind a deep crater. "You’re fast," he murmured, his tone calm, almost playful. "But you’re repetitive." + +The creature snarled, the air vibrating with the distortion of its next jump. It reappeared to Max’s right this time, slashing fiercely. Max didn’t move. He simply raised his sword, blocking the strike with perfect timing. Another jump, another attack, another parry. Over and over, the pattern repeated. + +Each clash of claw and steel sent waves of blue light through the forest, illuminating the strange trees. Max’s eyes never left the creature. He wasn’t focused on killing it yet—he was studying it. Every strike, every reappearance, every ripple in the air—it all revealed something in his Three Dimensional Body. + +"I see now," Max said softly, deflecting another blow. "You aren’t teleporting randomly. You’re following the spatial veins of this forest." + +Blob’s voice came through, curious. "Spatial veins?" + +"Yes," Max replied calmly, sidestepping another strike. "This forest has an invisible structure—a network of spatial threads connecting everything. The beast is using those threads to jump. It’s not bending space by itself; it’s following the natural flow of this area." + +Blob hummed in realization. "So, the forest itself enhances its ability." + +"Exactly." Max’s tone sharpened as he swung his sword, sending a burst of blue lightning toward the creature. The beast dodged again, flickering from one side to another. "But that also means I can manipulate the same thing." + +The beast lunged one more time, aiming straight for his chest. Max exhaled slowly, his eyes glowing faintly violet. "Third Level Concept of Space—Spatial Distortion." + +Instantly, the air around them solidified. The forest trembled as faint lines of light appeared in the air, forming a lattice of glowing pathways. The spatial veins that the beast had been freely jumping through suddenly froze. The moment it tried to move, its body jerked violently, its claws scraping against an invisible wall. + +The creature let out a distorted growl, its form flickering in confusion. It tried again, attempting to vanish, but space itself had become rigid. Its movement halted completely. + +Max stepped forward, lightning crackling along his blade. "It’s over." + +He swung his sword in a single, clean motion. A sharp flash of blue and red lightning erupted, cutting through the beast’s body. The creature didn’t even have time to scream. Its form disintegrated instantly, dissolving into countless motes of blue light that scattered through the glowing forest like fragments of a broken illusion. + +When the light faded, Max lowered his sword, his expression calm. But then, his gaze flickered slightly. He could still feel something strange in the air. + +He raised his hand, letting a faint thread of space energy gather in his palm. The energy responded instantly—faster and smoother than before. It flowed naturally, bending to his will as though it had always belonged to him. + +His brows furrowed. "This is..." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1146.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1146.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..69fba70 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1146.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1140: More Strange Beasts!" +slug: "ch-1146" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1146 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1098 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Blob spoke softly, as if realizing the same thing. "Your control of space—it’s become sharper. More precise." + +Max nodded slowly. "It’s not just sharper," he said, his voice thoughtful. "It’s like the space here is obeying me more easily. My manipulation of spatial energy feels natural... almost instinctive." + +He looked around the glowing forest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe this place isn’t just filled with energy. It might be connected to the very essence of space itself. The creature’s ability... it must have drawn power from the same source. And now that I’ve killed it, I’ve inherited its attunement to this area." + +He clenched his hand, and the air distorted softly. A ripple of perfect space energy spread out from his palm, vanishing into the distance without resistance. It was smoother than anything he had achieved before, as if there was no barrier between him and the fabric of reality. + +Blob’s tone carried a mix of admiration and awe. "You’ve just taken a huge step forward, Max. Your space manipulation... it’s no longer fighting against the world. It’s flowing with it." + +Max smiled faintly, his expression calm yet confident. "Good. That means I’m getting closer to mastering the fourth level of the Concept of Space." + +He looked up at the glowing canopy above, where blue leaves shimmered softly in the light. "This forest might have been a trial after all," he murmured. "A trial meant for those who could bend space itself." + +Max continued deeper into the shimmering forest, his boots pressing softly into the glowing purple soil. The pink trunks and blue leaves towered high above, whispering in rhythmic harmony as faint motes of light drifted between the branches. + +For hours, he walked in silence, the air humming with the quiet pulse of spatial energy that seemed to respond to his every breath. + +With each step, he tested the flow of space, shaping it, folding it, bending it slightly just to feel its limits. Every ripple he created seemed smoother than before. It was as if the entire forest was an extension of his will—a living construct that recognized his growing control. + +But that peaceful rhythm was soon broken. + +From a distance, he began to hear the unmistakable sound of battle—the sharp clash of energy, the dull thud of impacts, and the cries of desperation. + +Max stopped for a moment, his gaze narrowing as his Three Dimensional Body extended outward. Immediately, he saw it. + +A group of six geniuses were fighting desperately in an open clearing surrounded by shimmering trees. They were surrounded by a swarm of the same beasts he had fought earlier—long-bodied creatures of violet and silver fur, their bodies flickering as they blinked through space. There were at least twenty of them, their tendrils slicing through the air like blades of light. + +The geniuses were clearly overwhelmed. One of them was on his knees, his arm bleeding heavily, while two others were frantically defending him. The air around them trembled with chaotic spatial distortions as the beasts vanished and reappeared from every direction. + +Max stepped out of the forest and into the clearing. + +The moment the geniuses noticed him, their expressions turned from desperation to utter disbelief. Their eyes widened, and fear instantly replaced every other emotion on their faces. + +"Two golden crowns..." one of them whispered in horror. "That’s him! The one from the den of the Devouring Ants!" + +Another genius stammered, "He killed Grover... and took his crown! He’s a monster!" + +The group began to panic. Their movements grew sloppy, their coordination faltered. The beasts pressed in even harder, their bodies flickering closer to tear them apart. + +Max sighed faintly. "Pathetic," he muttered under his breath. "Even fear can shatter their focus this easily." + +But he didn’t plan to let them die—not yet. + +The next instant, blue and red lightning erupted around him as he stepped forward. His figure blurred, vanishing completely. + +A pulse of space rippled outward from his position—silent, controlled, precise. In the blink of an eye, Max appeared among the beasts. His sword gleamed faintly, vibrating with spatial energy. + +He swung once. + +A line of pure distortion sliced through the air, and four beasts were torn apart instantly, their bodies disintegrating into motes of violet light. The remaining creatures froze for an instant, their instincts recognizing the overwhelming danger before them. + +Max’s body moved again. Each step he took folded the space around him, allowing him to appear behind the creatures before they could even react. His sword danced effortlessly, each swing cutting through both flesh and the invisible threads of reality itself. + +"First level Concept of Space - Spatial Severance!" + +The moment the words left his lips, the forest trembled. The beasts lunged toward him in unison, but before their claws could even reach him, the air split apart. Dozens of thin, glowing lines appeared in the clearing, slicing through the creatures as if reality itself had shattered. + +The spatial tear devoured everything in its path, and when the light faded, nothing remained of the beasts but golden motes which flowed into Max. + +Silence filled the clearing again. The geniuses stood frozen, their faces pale and drenched in cold sweat. None of them dared to speak or move. + +Max exhaled softly, lowering his sword. His gaze drifted toward the space around him, and a small, satisfied smile crossed his lips. He could feel it—his understanding of the Concept of Space had deepened again. + +The energy flowed naturally through him now, fluid and weightless. Every distortion he created was sharper, cleaner, and infinitely more refined. The feedback from his strikes didn’t just move through air; it resonated directly with the laws of space. + +Blob’s voice echoed faintly in his mind. "Your control is improving faster than ever, Max. You’re walking the line between mastery and creation. Every time you fight, your attunement grows closer to perfection." + +Max’s eyes glowed faintly with traces of violet light. "I can feel it too," he said quietly. "The more I use it, the more it becomes a part of me. It’s not just about controlling space anymore—it’s about existing within it as if I were one with it. This forest, these beasts are made to train geniuses with space concept." + +He lifted his hand, and the air around his fingers rippled softly. A small sphere of compressed space formed in his palm, smooth and flawless. He let it hover there for a moment before releasing it, and the sphere vanished without a sound. + +When he turned his gaze back toward the geniuses, they all instinctively stepped back. None dared to speak a word. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1147.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1147.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b46b813 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1147.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1141: Sneak Attack!" +slug: "ch-1147" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1147 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Relax," Max said calmly, his tone indifferent. "If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead." + +With that, he turned and began walking away. The glowing blue and pink forest parted for him as he moved, the spatial energy around him bending naturally with his steps. + +As his figure disappeared into the distance, one of the trembling geniuses whispered, "That... that was too strong. This guy was too strong." + +Another replied quietly, still staring in the direction Max had gone. "If that’s what it means to be a golden crown genius... then we are nothing but insects before him." + +And as the echoes of their voices faded, Max continued deeper into the forest. + +The deeper Max walked into the glowing forest, the quieter it became. The humming of spatial energy had dulled to a soft whisper, and even the faint rustling of leaves above had gone still. The trees here were thicker, their pink trunks pulsating faintly with light that seemed to breathe in rhythm with the forest itself. The air shimmered slightly, giving off the feeling that space itself was stretching and folding in strange ways. + +Max walked calmly, his senses sharp but relaxed. His control of space was now so fluid that the distortions in the forest no longer bothered him. Every step he took flowed in perfect harmony with the energy of the world around him. Yet, something—something faint—brushed against his awareness. + +His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t stop walking, but his Three Dimensional Body immediately expanded, scanning the forest in all directions. It was subtle, barely noticeable—an energy signature hidden deep in the layers of folded space. Whoever was there was skilled enough to mask their presence from even powerful sensory techniques. + +But not from Max.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +’Someone’s here,’ he thought calmly, his body still moving at the same pace. ’Strong... and cautious. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.’ + +He didn’t give any sign that he had noticed. His breathing stayed steady, his eyes forward. The faint energy signature didn’t move, but it pulsed faintly—like a heartbeat. + +Then it came. + +Without warning, space behind him tore open like paper. A golden flash erupted, followed by a piercing strike that shot forward faster than lightning. The attack carried terrifying energy condensed to a needle point, aimed straight at the back of Max’s neck—an instant kill strike, sharp enough to pierce through space itself. + +To any ordinary genius—even one crowned with gold—that attack would have been impossible to react to. It was too sudden, too fast, and too precise. A single heartbeat would have been enough for it to claim a life. + +But Max wasn’t ordinary. + +The instant the space began to tear, his Three Dimensional Body mapped the distortion and reconstructed the trajectory of the attack in perfect detail. He saw it—every micro-shift, every flow of energy, every direction of force—before it even emerged. + +’Found you,’ Max thought, his lips curling into a faint smile. + +He twisted his wrist, and the space around him folded. In an instant, he was gone. + +The golden strike pierced through where his neck had been a fraction of a second ago. The blow shattered the nearby trees, leaving behind a crater and a long scar across the ground that crackled with golden light. + +"Impossible!" a voice hissed from the fractured space behind him. + +Before the figure could even pull back, Max reappeared behind him—silent, invisible, deadly. Blue lightning sparked faintly along his arm as he extended his hand forward. + +"Second Level Concept of Space—Spatial Anchoring!" + +The air around the golden-crowned genius froze solid, locking every molecule of space in place. The attacker’s movement stopped instantly. His eyes widened in panic as he realized he couldn’t even move his fingers. + +Max appeared right beside him now, his presence calm but cold. "A sneak attack on me?" he said in a quiet, indifferent voice. "You must have a death wish." + +He turned his head slightly, studying the figure. The man wore a long silver robe adorned with golden inscriptions, and a shining golden crown floated above his head—clear proof of his status as a golden crown genius. His weapon, a long silver spear, was still vibrating faintly from the failed strike. + +"How did you see through that?" the man asked, disbelief and frustration in his tone. "That attack bends through space itself. No one could have—" + +"It’s because I am stronger than you," Max interrupted him, his voice calm but edged with authority. + +The man tried to speak, but Max didn’t let him. His sword appeared in his hand in a blur of motion, and the space around it began to twist violently. The faint hum of the blade merged with the vibration of spatial energy until the two became indistinguishable. + +"Fourth Level Concept of Space—Spatial Collapse!" But just at that moment, the man shouted causing space around him to collapse as his figure disappeared into it. + +"Fourth level of concept of space?" Max was surprised but not shocked. He guessed that the man might have spent too much time here in this forest killing those strange beasts and comprehending the space concept ultimately increasing his concept of space to 4th level. + +Max lowered his sword, his expression indifferent. "Seems I should increase my pace too." + +Blob’s voice came through, calm but impressed. "Spatial Collapse, the fourth level concept of space... That man only seem to have comprehended it a while ago otherwise if he had deduced an attack with it, you would have been seriously injured if not dead directly. The ability to collapse space isn’t something that should be taken lightly." + +Max nodded. "I knew. I was also surprised he used the 4th level concept of space just now. But that is also the proof that one’s comprehension of space can truly reached 4th level here, if they killed more of those strange beasts lurking in the forest." His eyes were burning with resolve. + +The forest rustled softly again, its colors returning to their tranquil glow. Max turned and continued walking deeper into it. He wanted to comprehend the 4th level of Concept of Space as fast he could. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1148.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1148.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6370f26 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1148.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1142: Hunting More" +slug: "ch-1148" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1148 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1097 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After getting sneaked attacked by that golden crowned genius, Max had decided to enter the deepest parts of the forest so as to encounter more of these strange beasts. + +Days passed just like that. He would often encounter three or five strange beasts if he were lucky otherwise the numbers were only one and two. They were present in the forest but at the outer edges, they were pitifully rare. + +Half a month passed just like that as Max finally made it into the deep corner of the forest. + +The moment Max stepped into the heart of the glowing forest, the atmosphere shifted. The tranquil hum of spatial energy turned sharp, vibrating with a low, hostile rhythm. The blue leaves rustled violently, and the pink trunks trembled faintly as the air around Max began to distort. + +From all directions, faint ripples appeared in space—one after another—until dozens of them surrounded him completely. Max’s eyes lifted slowly, scanning the area with calm precision. + +Then, from those ripples, the beasts emerged. + +Their bodies were long and slender, coated in silvery-blue fur that shimmered faintly under the forest’s light. Each creature had six legs ending in sharp claws and two curved tendrils extending from their backs that vibrated with condensed spatial energy. Their eyes glowed white, cold and emotionless. + +There were tens of them, their presence merging into one pulsating wave of power that would terrify any ordinary genius. But to Max, it was nothing more than background noise. + +A slow grin crept across his face. "Peak Mythic Rank... not even one Divine Rank among them," he murmured, his tone almost disappointed. "You all came here to die, then." + +The beasts snarled in unison, their forms flickering in and out of sight. The air rippled violently as they vanished, using short-range spatial jumps to strike from all angles. Their speed was terrifying—enough to tear apart an army of Mythic Rank cultivators within seconds. + +But Max didn’t move. He simply closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled softly. "Storm King’s Inheritance... Extreme Speed." + +Red lightning erupted from his body in a burst of light. The forest illuminated with the storm-like glow, the surrounding air screaming under the pressure of his power. Then, before any of the beasts could land a hit, Max disappeared. + +In the next instant, he was everywhere. + +Red lightning flashed from one point to another, each flicker accompanied by a wet sound of impact and the faint crack of shattered space. Max’s movements were so fast that the beasts didn’t even realize what was happening. Their claws tore through empty air, their tendrils slicing nothing but fading afterimages. + +"Second Level Concept of Space—Spatial Anchoring!" + +His voice echoed faintly through the forest as invisible threads of space stretched outward, solidifying the air. The movements of the beasts froze for a split second—their teleportation halted mid-jump, their claws suspended unnaturally. + +Max reappeared behind one of them, red lightning still flashing across his form. His right arm trembled faintly, gathering destructive lightning that crackled and flared in all directions. + +"Heaven’s Wraith." + +The words fell like a divine judgment. + +He swung his arm, and an arc of red lightning shot out, twisting violently as it tore through the air. The blast was silent—too fast to be heard—but the aftermath was not. A thunderous explosion tore through the clearing as every beast caught in its path was annihilated. Their bodies disintegrated instantly, shredded into light particles that drifted into the glowing air. + +The beasts that had escaped the initial strike screeched in fury, flickering rapidly in space to reposition for another attack. But every time they moved, Max’s spatial restrictions slowed them just enough for his lightning to catch up. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +Explosions echoed again and again as red and blue lightning illuminated the strange forest, shaking its foundation. Every flash marked the death of another beast. + +Within seconds, the air was filled with nothing but the faint scent of burned energy and the silent hum of space stabilizing itself. + +The last beast tried to flee, blinking through space in desperation. But Max appeared before it, his eyes glowing with violet light. + +"Too slow." + +He clenched his hand, and the surrounding space folded inward, crushing the creature into nothingness. The distorted air shimmered for a moment before falling silent again. + +Max straightened his posture and looked around. Not a single trace of the beasts remained—no corpses, no energy residue, only a faint ripple where they had perished. + +He took a slow breath, feeling the familiar hum of spatial power flowing through his veins. It was different this time—sharper, smoother, alive. + +’My control... it’s evolving again,’ he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. The fight had sharpened his senses even further. His grasp of the spatial veins in this forest was now absolute. He could feel every current of power around him, every breath of movement, every fluctuation in reality. + +Blob’s voice resonated faintly in his mind. "You’re refining it faster than ever, Max. Your synchronization with the Concept of Space is almost unnatural now." + +Max smiled faintly. "It’s because this entire forest is made of it. The space here breathes. It lives. The more I fight, the more I understand its rhythm." + +He extended his hand, and the air twisted obediently, bending to his will. The fabric of space shimmered faintly, stable yet flowing with his touch. + +He clenched his fist, and the distortion vanished instantly, returning to calm perfection. + +"Good," Max said softly. "If this continues, the fourth level of the Concept of Space won’t be too far away." + +With that, he turned and began walking deeper into the heart of the forest, his steps silent yet leaving ripples in space wherever he went. + +Max’s steps carried him deeper into the glowing forest where the pink trunks grew thicker and the blue leaves dimmed until only faint traces of light flickered through the branches. The silence of the place was deceptive. + +He could feel countless distortions in the air, small irregularities where space folded against itself like ripples on glass. Each time one of those distortions shivered, another of the strange beasts appeared. + +They came in small groups at first—two or three at a time—each creature flickering through space like a phantom. They attacked from all angles, their bodies bending and reforming as if they were made from fragments of the void itself. + +Max met every ambush without fear. His body blurred with blue lightning as he vanished and reappeared between them, his sword flashing with precision. Every cut tore through the unstable air, leaving behind faint arcs of silver light. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1149.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1149.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27a8ce3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1149.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1143: Reaching Saturation!" +slug: "ch-1149" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1149 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1135 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +When the last beast in each group fell, its body dissolved into ripples that merged into the surrounding air. Max absorbed the faint residue of their spatial energy, feeling the structure of space become clearer within his mind. Each battle sharpened his control. Each kill left him a fraction closer to understanding the flow of the world around him. + +He began to enjoy the rhythm of it. The hunt, the flash of light, the stillness afterward—it became a strange kind of training. He walked further and further, cutting down every beast that appeared before him. Whenever the forest trembled with distortion, Max followed the tremor until it ended in another skirmish. The repetition honed his instincts until the movements of the beasts became predictable, almost musical. + +Half a month passed in this way. + +The ground beneath his feet was littered with patches of scorched earth where his lightning had burned away the grass. The air smelled faintly of ozone and fading energy. He stood among the remains of another group of beasts, their forms already beginning to dissolve into threads of faint white mist. + +This time, however, nothing changed. + +He waited for the familiar rush of insight, the spark of comprehension that always came when one of these spatial creatures died. Yet the moment never came. His body remained still, and the world around him was silent. The threads of space did not stir. His perception of the spatial flow remained exactly where it had been before. + +Max frowned slightly. "Nothing?" he muttered under his breath. + +He raised his hand, feeling the energy around him. The currents of space moved, but their motion was empty, mechanical, lifeless. He stretched his senses further, searching for the subtle resonance that had guided him before. There was nothing. It was as if the forest itself had stopped responding to him. + +To make sure it was not an illusion, Max sought out another group of the beasts. It did not take long before the forest obliged. Ripples spread across the air and ten of the silvery creatures appeared, their tendrils lashing out at him with spatial energy that distorted the ground. Max struck without hesitation. His sword, now perfectly attuned to the rhythm of the forest, cut through them effortlessly. The battle ended before the echoes of his lightning faded. + +Still, nothing. + +The energy of the beasts vanished without leaving behind the faintest trace of comprehension. The air remained unmoved, unshaped. Max stood among the corpses and felt a faint unease rising within him. + +He tested his understanding of the 3rd level Concept of Space, repeating the same movements he had used before to create distortions. The space around him twisted and folded perfectly, but there was no further response. No instability to build upon. His comprehension had reached the limit of what the third level could offer. Every attempt to move further ended in stillness. + +"I see," he said quietly. "I’ve reached the peak." + +The words carried no joy. The feeling that had driven him—the steady growth of insight after every battle—was gone. He was stuck, trapped at the final threshold before the 4th level, and no matter how many times he tried, he could not push past it. + +To confirm it once more, he hunted for hours. Every time he found another group of beasts, he killed them with precise strikes, waiting for that familiar moment of enlightenment. It never came. The creatures fell one after another, their energy fading into the void like drops of rain into an ocean, leaving behind only silence. + +He stopped walking after a while. His body stood still, but his mind spun with questions. "Why?" he whispered to himself. "Why now? What’s the difference?" + +He looked around at the endless blue and pink forest. The world was quiet. The beasts that once seemed infinite had begun to retreat into the depths, avoiding him. The flow of energy in the air felt restrained, as if something unseen was holding it back. + +For the first time in weeks, Max felt uncertainty gnaw at him. He had relied on battle to guide his growth, on instinct and reaction to lead him to understanding. But now that path had ended. The beasts no longer offered him comprehension, and the energy of the forest refused to respond. + +The Concept of Space lingered in his mind, solid and complete, yet incomplete at the same time. It was like a puzzle missing its final piece, an unbroken circle that refused to close. He stood there for a long while, staring into the distance, thinking. + +Somewhere deep in his chest, the pulse of spatial power continued to beat faintly—steady, patient, waiting for the key that would unlock the next stage. But that key, for now, remained hidden. + +"I think you need to find the trial of this area to fully comprehend the fourth level Concept of Space," Blob’s calm voice echoed inside Max’s head, its tone carrying both certainty and curiosity. + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly as he glanced around at the silent forest. "I was thinking the same," he replied, his voice low but steady. The air around him shimmered faintly with spatial energy, the entire region humming like a living creature. "This entire secret domain seems structured around trials. Every major leap in comprehension I’ve made so far came from one. It wouldn’t surprise me if the path to the next level lies hidden within another trial." + +He took a deep breath and began walking again, his boots pressing into the soft ground that glowed faintly beneath the blue leaves overhead. "Let’s head deeper. I can feel something unusual ahead," he continued, his tone thoughtful. "There’s a deeper current of space flowing in that direction. It’s faint but constant, like a pulse running through the bones of this world." + +Blob hummed in agreement, its voice resonating faintly in Max’s mind. "The flow you sense might be a spatial nexus. It’s rare, but such places are often used as anchors for ancient trials. Be careful. The energy ahead feels... dense." + +Max didn’t respond this time. His eyes sharpened as his figure flashed with faint blue lightning, propelling him through the forest. The scenery began to change as he advanced. The pink trunks gradually grew translucent, and the leaves turned from blue to a pale silver that reflected light like glass. The deeper he went, the more unstable space became. Ripples of distortion appeared randomly, forming brief mirages of distant places before fading away. + +Hours turned into a day. The silence was unbroken except for the occasional hum of spatial energy twisting in the air. Max had not encountered any more beasts, which was unusual. The further he went, the clearer it became that he was moving toward something important. The forest’s energy converged ahead, spiraling faintly like a whirlpool. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-115.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-115.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f881046 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-115.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 115: Technique" +slug: "ch-115" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 115 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1306 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After reading the Hundred Refining Threads Soul, Max understood a lot of things about soul techniques and techniques in general. + +Like skills, techniques fall under the six known categories: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, and Divine. However, unlike skills, where mastery consists of a total of 100 levels, a technique has five stages depending on its mastery. + +They were: Beginner, Proficient, Master, Expert, and Perfection. Only upon reaching Perfection can one be said to have fully utilized the potential of a technique. + +’That means my Carefree Phoenix Tactics has only reached the Beginner stage.’ Max frowned, his expression turning serious. He had thought he had mastered the technique after learning how to form the World Destruction Flame Lotus, but it seemed he had only just begun. + +’I have yet to truly try forming the lotus… Should I try here?’ Max became curious. After understanding that there were five stages to mastering a technique, he wanted to ensure that he had reached the Beginner stage in the Carefree Phoenix Tactics. + +Looking around, he found the door to his training room. + +’Heh, good.’ Max smiled and went inside. + +Upon entering, he noticed that the training room was constructed from special stones. He touched them and found them rough yet durable. + +"I guess these training rooms are specially designed with the power of the hunters in mind," Max murmured as he sat down cross-legged. + +Taking a deep breath and calming himself, Max entered the Dimension of Time. He could have entered the dimension back in the bedroom, but he decided to do so here just for the sake of it. + +"Let’s begin," Max muttered, holding his hand out. Flames began to dance atop his palms. + +Concentrating on the flames, he began to follow the technique, guiding the flames to take the shape of a lotus. + +The difference between forming a lotus with flames normally and using the technique lay in how the flames were harnessed and their resulting power. + +When formed normally, the flames would simply take the shape of a lotus, an outwardly impressive yet ultimately superficial construct with minimal destructive force. + +Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel.com + +In contrast, the technique channeled the very essence of the flames, compressing and condensing their raw energy into a small lotus. + +This process not only concentrated the flames’ power but also suppressed their chaotic nature, refining them into a devastating force of destruction. + +The lotus created through the technique became a weapon of unparalleled precision and potency, capable of unleashing havoc far beyond the capabilities of a mere shaped flame. + +The flames atop Max’s hands slowly condensed, their overall shape growing smaller and smaller as time passed, until it formed a sphere the size of Max’s fist. + +But this wasn’t over. + +He added more flames to the small sphere, increasing its size to twice the size of his head. + +’Now I need to compress more,’ Max mused as he began compressing the flaming sphere again, reducing its size back to the size of his fist. + +The flames radiating from the sphere were so intense that the very air around it trembled. + +’This thing alone could create a small crater…’ Max thought, sensing the overwhelming energy it was emitting. + +But again, this wasn’t the end. + +Max then controlled the small sphere to take the shape of a lotus. This was the most difficult part. At this moment, the sphere was as stable as it could be, but the moment it was tempered even a little, there was a high chance it would explode. + +’I have to take it slowly,’ Max thought, controlling the shape of the sphere bit by bit. Sweat trickled down his face as he concentrated. His first goal was to form the first petal of the lotus.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +However, he also had to keep in mind the instability of the sphere. If he rushed to form the first petal, he risked causing an explosion. + +’I can’t risk anything here.’ Max’s heart raced as he forged ahead with a bold approach. The first petal began to take shape, and immediately, the sphere began to wobble violently, its fiery energy threatening to spiral out of control. + +Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he controlled hard to keep the sphere stable, but he didn’t falter. + +Following that, he pressed on, shaping the second petal. The instability grew worse, with the flames surging and crackling ominously. The energy felt as if it would erupt at any moment, yet Max’s hands worked with swift precision, his concentration absolute. + +"Come on," he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with focus. + +With the unstable sphere now resembling a ticking time bomb, Max didn’t stop. He formed the third petal, pouring every ounce of his will into maintaining control. The flames roared in protest, their power teetering on the brink of chaos. + +Then, as if responding to his determination, the sphere suddenly stabilized. The violent trembling ceased, and the fiery lotus pulsed with a steady, harmonious glow. The three petals shimmered with a dangerous beauty, each one exuding raw power. + +At this moment, a three-petal lotus floated atop Max’s hands, its aura dangerously fierce. + +’It became calm… strange,’ Max frowned, but then he recalled something, and realization hit him. ’I see, this must be the Beginner stage of the World Destruction Flame Lotus,’ he thought. + +It also explained why it became so stable after Max forcefully formed the third petal. + +"This thing is strong," Max nodded, feeling the power stored in the lotus. "Power-wise, this lotus should be quite strong, but the sharpness of the Blade of Annihilation is something else." He muttered. + +After using the black blade against Veylin, Max had decided to call it the Blade of Annihilation. It seemed like a fitting name for that blade. + +Gazing at the lotus for a moment, Max shook his hand as the flames diffused, and the lotus disappeared into flames. + +"This is just the Beginner Stage, and it has three petals… What about the Proficiency Stage? Master? Expert? And Perfection?" Max wondered what scale the power of the lotus would reach when it fully bloomed. + +"Carefree Phoenix Tactics is a Rare rank technique, but the potential of the World Destruction Flame Lotus could take it to another level," Max muttered, feeling the strength behind the technique. + +Afterward, he once again focused on the Hundred Refining Threads Soul technique. + +According to the technique, one would first need to refine their soul into a solid form. Only then could the strongest potential of their soul power be unleashed. + +However, this process was far from simple. For most, it was an insurmountable challenge, if not outright impossible. + +The soul within a person’s body didn’t exist as a cohesive entity. Instead, it remained scattered, diffused throughout the mind region like a mist, intangible and elusive. + +The difficulty lay in this: controlling mana to form a core and controlling the soul to transform it into a solid form were fundamentally different endeavors. + +Humans were naturally attuned to mana, their connection to it almost instinctive, allowing for greater precision and control. Mana manipulation was a skill honed over countless generations, its intricacies mapped and understood. + +The soul, however, was a different matter entirely. It was the final frontier of human understanding, the last of the three primary stats—Physique, Energy, and Soul—that humans had learned to wield. + +The path to mastering it had been long and arduous, taking millennia of trial, error, and discovery. + +Even now, in an era where cultivation and techniques had reached unprecedented heights, the act of condensing one’s soul into a solid form remained rare. It required not just immense talent but also unparalleled discipline and an unyielding will. + +It was a step that separated the truly exceptional from the rest, marking those capable of it as individuals who stood on the precipice of power few could imagine. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1150.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1150.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ae4e232 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1150.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1144: Trial of Space!" +slug: "ch-1150" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1150 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1178 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +By the time night would have fallen outside, the world around him glowed faintly in shades of silver and violet. Each step forward felt heavier, as if the space ahead resisted his presence. Even the Three Dimensional Body had begun to flicker, struggling to map the distortions accurately. + +"There is definitely something here," Max muttered, his expression tightening. The usual calm in his tone was replaced by quiet focus. He extended his senses fully, the Three Dimensional Body activating at its highest capacity. + +Countless faint lines of energy appeared in his vision, forming an intricate web that stretched in every direction. It was a vast network of spatial currents, weaving together like veins beneath the skin of the world. + +He continued deeper into the forest until the glowing blue leaves began to fade, replaced by faint, floating shards of glass-like fragments suspended in the air. Each fragment shimmered with translucent light and reflected distorted images of the world around him. + +At first glance, it looked like an illusion. But as he stepped closer, the distortion deepened, and the ground beneath his feet rippled like liquid glass. The atmosphere grew heavy, the pressure of spatial energy thickening until it felt like walking through the edge of a collapsing world. + +"This place..." Max murmured, his eyes narrowing. "It’s unnatural even for a secret domain." + +Blob’s voice echoed quietly inside his mind. "Be careful, Max. The spatial density here is enormous. It’s like the fabric of reality itself is twisted into layers. This must be one of the trial grounds—the trial of the Spatial Domain." + +Max looked up. The world ahead of him was fractured—massive floating platforms drifted in the distance, each one glowing faintly, connected by invisible bridges of compressed space. Between them floated shattered pieces of the void, their edges flickering with violet light. + +Dozens of figures stood scattered across these platforms. Geniuses from different worlds—all wearing their respective emblems and battle gear. Each one radiated strong auras, the weakest among them being at the peak of the Mythic Rank. + +Max’s gaze swept across the group calmly. Most of the geniuses noticed him almost immediately, their expressions tightening the moment they saw the two golden crowns above his head. Whispered murmurs rippled across the platforms. + +"That’s him..." + +"The monster from the den..." + +"The one who killed Grover!" + +"He is only one who had killed a golden rank genius this time..." + +Max ignored them all. His attention was fixed on the structure floating at the very center of the fractured world. + +It was a colossal circular construct, half in ruins, made of crystalline material that flickered with veins of light. It resembled a ring—an ancient mechanism hovering endlessly in the void. Runic symbols carved across its surface pulsed slowly, emitting ripples of spatial energy strong enough to make the air vibrate. + +At the center of that floating ring, a radiant pillar of violet light rose endlessly into the sky, cutting through the realm like a blade. + +Blob’s voice came again, this time with excitement. "This... this is it, Max. The trial of this strange forest." + +Just then, the circular ring in the center released a deep, resonant hum. + +WOOOOOOM! + +The air distorted violently, and dozens of runes appeared in the sky. A mechanical, emotionless voice echoed throughout the fractured space. + +"Trial of Spatial Resonance commencing." + +"Participants detected: thirty-seven." + +"Objective: stabilize, manipulate, and dominate spatial flow." + +"Ranking tiers: Iron, Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Aether." + +"Each rank grants comprehension rewards respective to the depth of mastery achieved." + +Max’s gaze remained steady. His heartbeat didn’t even change. + +He extended his senses, feeling the currents of space swirl violently around the platforms. The distorted glass-like surfaces beneath their feet began to break apart and float into the air. In that instant, the environment transformed into a storm of chaotic space—a place where one’s control over spatial energy would decide whether they lived or died. + +A voice spoke beside him, cutting through the rising hum. + +"So even you’re here." + +Max turned slightly. A young man with snow-white hair and calm golden eyes stood a few platforms away. A golden crown shimmered above his head. His aura was composed and deep, like a still ocean hiding endless depth. + +Another golden-crown genius.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +"Name’s Nero," the man said, his tone steady and confident. "They say the highest rank in this trial has never been achieved. Even Divine Rank cultivators fail to reach Aether Rank here. Let’s see if you can survive long enough to try." + +Max gave him a faint smirk. "Survive? You should worry about yourself." + +Before Nero could reply, the voice of the trial echoed again. + +"Begin." + +The world shattered. + +Every sound fractured into silence as the fabric of space itself disintegrated into countless shards. The ground disappeared beneath their feet, leaving only endless streams of distorted energy spiraling like torn ribbons through the void. The light bent and twisted, collapsing into spirals of raw existence that tore everything apart. + +Screams echoed as the first of the geniuses failed to react in time. Their bodies broke apart, sliced into fragments by invisible spatial currents. Their cries ended before the echoes even began. The stronger ones desperately tried to stabilize the space beneath them, forming temporary platforms of force, yet each one flickered and broke apart like fragile glass. + +Max stood still amidst the destruction, his body wrapped in faint red and blue lightning. The air around him buzzed with pressure so dense that it could crush mountains, but his eyes remained calm. The Three Dimensional Body activated, and the collapsing world unfolded before his vision like a map. Every distortion, every current, every tear, and every hidden rhythm appeared clearly in his perception. + +What looked like chaos to the others appeared to Max as harmony. Every collapse had a pattern, every distortion had an origin, every ripple followed a rhythm. The universe wasn’t falling apart—it was revealing how it truly moved. + +’The key isn’t to resist space,’ Max thought quietly, his breathing even. ’It’s to move with it. To flow where it flows. To let the void breathe through me.’ + +He raised his right hand slowly. Instantly, the raging distortions around him began to curve, their violent motion softening. The fragments of reality bent inward, pulled into a circular motion until they formed a perfect sphere of calm centered around his body. + +All around him, the other geniuses struggled to maintain control. Their bodies were strained to their limits, domains flickering violently as they tried to hold their footing. Some screamed as their platforms crumbled beneath them. Yet within that storm, Max’s presence radiated stillness. His sphere didn’t waver—it pulsed rhythmically, in tune with the collapsing world itself. + +Across the void, Nero stood within his own domain. His expression was serious but calm. The cubic field surrounding him was flawless—its edges precise, its surfaces shimmering with stable geometric perfection. His mastery of space was impressive; his cube anchored itself in the collapsing storm like a fortress. He glanced toward Max, and their gazes met. For a brief instant, understanding passed between them. + +Then the trial shifted. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1151.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1151.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e2c76ec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1151.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1145: Aether Rank Reward!" +slug: "ch-1151" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1151 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1284 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The storm changed from destruction to collision. The fragments of reality began to spiral inward, forcing every participant’s domain to expand and clash against one another. The true test had begun—the test of manipulation. + +Max’s sphere expanded outward, colliding with Nero’s cube. The moment their domains touched, the void trembled. The clash created concentric waves that bent the nearby space, and miniature black holes flickered in and out of existence where their energies met. Every collision between their domains released a thunderous pulse that shook the entire trial field. + +Nero’s lips curved faintly, his voice echoing across the void. "Not bad. But you’re not the only one who understands the flow of space." His tone was calm but edged with confidence. + +Max said nothing. His expression remained unreadable. The lightning around his body dimmed, replaced by a faint violet glow that spread from his chest outward. He closed his eyes, and for the first time, he let go of control. + +He stopped trying to command space—and instead, merged with it. + +The distortions that raged around him were no longer enemies. They were motion. They were life. He allowed his consciousness to dissolve into the fabric of reality itself. Every current that swirled, every ripple that trembled, every vibration that stretched through the collapsing void—he felt it all. + +The universe moved, and so did he. + +In that state, time lost meaning. The collapsing dimension no longer seemed violent. It became fluid, soft, and beautifully intricate. Space was not breaking apart—it was folding inward, returning to its origin. Max’s awareness expanded through the fragments, tracing the flow of energy that connected every layer. + +He saw the architecture of existence—the invisible threads that bound one fragment of space to another. He saw how worlds were connected by pathways of energy, how each universe was separated by fragile veils. Every collapse, every distortion, every restoration followed a single, elegant rule: the universe was constantly creating and erasing itself in balance. + +And at the heart of that balance lay collapse. + +The understanding struck him like lightning through the soul. Collapse was not destruction—it was renewal. To collapse space was to return it to its origin, to bring the infinite back to one. + +His domain responded. The violet glow deepened, the edges of his sphere shimmering as though the world itself bent to him. The spatial layers around him folded neatly, each collapse creating a new point of stability. What had once been fragments of chaos became orbiting structures, perfectly aligned. + +Nero’s cube trembled under the pressure. The orderly lines of his domain began to distort as Max’s comprehension overwhelmed the surrounding field. The balance between order and freedom tipped entirely toward Max’s side. + +Then came silence. + +The storm ceased. The chaotic waves vanished, and the broken platforms reassembled into a single, luminous plane. Every genius who had survived the trial stood frozen, their faces pale. Even Nero lowered his cube, his sharp eyes filled with reluctant awe. + +Max opened his eyes. + +They glowed faintly with violet light, reflecting the entire void within them. His presence no longer pressed against the world—it was the world. The trial space trembled under his mere existence. + +The fourth level of the Concept of Space revealed itself fully to him. + +Spatial Collapse — the power to collapse and reconstruct the fabric of space itself. + +The realization flowed through his veins like molten power. He could feel every vibration of the void, every pulse of distance, every layer of reality that existed around him. Space bent under his will as easily as air moved through wind. + +Nero exhaled slowly, lowering his hand. His cube dissolved into dust. The remaining geniuses could only stare in silent disbelief as the entire dimension stabilized—its fractures sealed, its endless storm replaced by a calm, glowing expanse that stretched infinitely outward. + +Max stood at the center of that stillness, his aura vast and incomprehensible. What had begun as chaos had ended as order, born from his comprehension. + +He had done it. He had reached the Fourth Level — Spatial Collapse, mastering the power to make even space itself bow before him. + +The mechanical voice returned. + +"Trial of Spatial Resonance complete." + +"Participant: Max Voidwalker." + +"Result: Aether Rank — Supreme Completion." + +"Award: Inheritance Fragment of the Void Monarch." + +The world flashed white. + +And as everything faded, Max stood alone amidst a quiet, radiant void—his body glowing with the pulse of creation itself. The spatial energy around him bowed to his will. + +He clenched his hand lightly, and the world responded—stretching, folding, breathing with him. + +A faint smile formed on his lips. "The fourth level... Spatial Collapse," he whispered. "Now this... this is true power." + +"Sigh... I got the Platinum Rank reward." Nero muttered quietly, his voice heavy with resignation. He lowered his head slightly and exhaled through his nose, the faint trace of irritation showing in his eyes. + +His cube-shaped domain had vanished completely, leaving him standing alone on the now stable field. The faint light from the sky above reflected on his armor as he rubbed the back of his neck. He had given everything during the trial, controlling space to the limits of his comprehension, yet even that effort had only earned him the Platinum Rank reward. + +His gaze drifted toward Max, who stood not far away. Max’s figure radiated calmness, his body surrounded by a faint violet shimmer that had not yet faded from his recent breakthrough. The space around him remained unnaturally still, as if the very world hesitated to move in his presence. + +Nero could not help but smile bitterly. "So I really was right," he said with a helpless chuckle, shaking his head. "If I ended up with the Platinum Rank reward, then you..." He paused for a moment, studying Max more closely. "You must have gotten the Aether Rank reward for sure." + +The tone of his voice carried no jealousy, only genuine curiosity mixed with a sense of awe. The Aether Rank reward was something he had only ever heard about in legends—something few believed could be attained in the trials of this secret domain. To earn such a reward meant surpassing not just other geniuses, but the very laws that governed the trials themselves. + +For a moment, the two of them stood in silence, surrounded by the faint afterglow of the stabilized space. The trial’s energy continued to dissipate, the once violent distortions now reduced to calm ripples spreading across the silver sky. + +Finally, Nero broke the silence. "Max, what is the reward for the Aether Rank?" he asked in a softer tone, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp with interest. "I’ve always wondered what kind of treasure or inheritance the secret domain would offer to someone capable of breaking its limits." + +Max turned his head slowly toward him. His expression remained calm, almost indifferent, his red eyes reflecting the fractured light of the realm. + +Then Max shrugged lightly, his voice quiet but firm. "Why would I tell you?" + +The casual tone of his reply carried no mockery, yet it stung more than arrogance ever could. Nero blinked once, then laughed quietly, rubbing his forehead. "Fair enough," he said after a moment, his smile faint but genuine. "I suppose that’s the difference between those who reach the edge of the trial... and those who transcend it." + +Max said nothing more. His eyes wandered across the horizon, where the remnants of the trial began to fade into streams of silver mist. The silence between them lingered, not as hostility, but as quiet acknowledgment—one of them had reached the limit of mastery, while the other had stepped beyond it. + +For Nero, it was the end of the trial. + +For Max, it was only another beginning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1152.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1152.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f4d872 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1152.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1146: Spatial Collapse!" +slug: "ch-1152" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1152 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1058 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The trial area that tested the comprehension of the concept of space did not disappear even after the trial had ended. It remained suspended within the secret domain, glowing faintly with layers of silver light that shimmered like ripples across a still lake. + +However, once a genius had participated in the trial, they were permanently barred from attempting it again. The law of the realm forbade repetition, as if it recognized the journey of comprehension as a one-time path that could not be retraced. + +Even so, the area was far from useless to those who had already completed their trial. Within the remnants of spatial distortion and order, an unusual calm energy persisted. It was perfect for meditation and reflection, allowing participants to consolidate the comprehension they had gained during their breakthrough. + +The field was quiet now, filled only with faint vibrations of space that pulsed like the heartbeat of a living world. + +Dozens of floating platforms hung in the sky above the stabilized void. Upon each platform sat a genius in silent meditation. Their bodies glowed faintly with their respective energies, their consciousness diving deep into the laws of space. The distortions around them were gentle now, swirling in rhythm with their breathing. + +On the highest platform, Max sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His body was enveloped in a faint violet light that reflected the mastery he had recently achieved. Around him, the air was completely still—no wind, no distortion, no vibration. Space itself refused to move near him. Every inch of existence seemed to bow before his presence. + +A short distance away, Nero sat in the same position. His expression was composed, though the faint furrow in his brow betrayed the effort he was putting into stabilizing his comprehension. His cube domain, now shrunken to a small structure before him, rotated slowly, maintaining a delicate balance between order and motion. + +The other geniuses, though far less stable, were also immersed in the same pursuit. The faint hum of spatial energy resonated across the trial field, weaving into an unseen harmony that bound them all together. + +Max remained silent, his consciousness fully submerged within himself. Inside his mind, he retraced every step of his comprehension. His thoughts flowed like a river, calm and deliberate, as he revisited the path that had brought him here. + +’The first level... Spatial Severance,’ he thought quietly. The memory of his early comprehension surfaced in his mind. It was the foundation of all spatial arts—the ability to cut through space itself. Severance was sharp, absolute, and destructive, embodying the simplest yet most lethal aspect of spatial control. + +’The second level... Spatial Anchoring.’ His thoughts deepened further. That was the level where stability began. Anchoring was about control, not destruction. It allowed space to remain steady under pressure, to resist collapse, to hold its shape even under the strain of other energies. It was a power of creation through resistance, a concept that required unshakable focus. + +’The third level... Spatial Distortion.’ His mind flowed onward, reliving the moment of realization. Distortion was the first step toward freedom. It bent the rules of existence without breaking them. It was manipulation, flexibility, and adaptation—the power to twist reality itself to one’s will. + +That was when he first began to perceive the true nature of space, not as an empty void but as a living structure that could be reshaped. + +Finally, his focus reached the present. ’The fourth level... Spatial Collapse.’ His breathing slowed as the concept unfolded within him once more. Collapse was the ultimate cycle—the death and rebirth of space. It was not about destruction, but balance. To collapse space was to understand its essence, to bring it back to its origin and rebuild it stronger than before. + +Max opened his eyes slowly. The violet light around him deepened as the air vibrated softly in response. "Space is alive," he whispered to himself, his voice calm but filled with reverence. "It is not a void. It’s a living structure of existence itself." + +He raised his right hand slightly, and the air around his fingers shimmered faintly. The layers of space folded into one another like silk. The ripple spread outward but instead of creating chaos, it formed a perfect ring of stability. + +All around him, the geniuses continued to meditate, unaware that the fluctuations in space were no longer from the trial, but from Max himself. The air grew thicker with calm energy, and even Nero opened one eye, glancing toward him before closing it again, realizing that Max’s comprehension was still evolving. + +Max’s gaze softened as he turned inward once more. He could feel how close he was to touching the deeper laws hidden within the fabric of reality. Each concept he had mastered was not a separate entity but part of a greater truth waiting to be revealed. + +As he sank back into meditation, the entire trial field pulsed faintly with light, as though the domain itself acknowledged his understanding.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Max had sat in silence for an entire day. The sun within the secret domain had risen and set once, casting faint violet rays over the field of suspended platforms. + +Around him, space itself was perfectly calm, as though even the laws of the world respected his stillness. His breathing was steady, his body unmoving, his mind lost deep in the boundless flow of comprehension. + +When dawn finally arrived again, a faint light swept across the trial area, illuminating the silver platforms one by one. The other geniuses were still meditating, lost in their attempts to stabilize their understanding, but Max slowly opened his eyes. A faint shimmer of violet light flashed through them before fading away completely. + +"I have consolidated my fourth level concept of space fully," Max said quietly, his voice calm and even. "Now, it’s time to see the reward I got from achieving the Aether Rank in the trial." + +He raised his right hand slowly, and a faint glimmer of light emerged from his palm. It was the reward he had received after the trial had ended—a small black cube, no larger than his thumb, floating gently above his hand. + +The cube looked ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the surface seemed to ripple like liquid shadow. Within it were countless microscopic patterns that changed with every blink of an eye, shifting between infinite shapes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1153.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1153.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..25e0023 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1153.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1147: Void Monarch" +slug: "ch-1153" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1153 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment Max focused on it, the cube dissolved into particles of light that merged into his forehead. His vision blurred, and in the next instant, his consciousness was pulled into a vast, empty void. + +There was no light here, no sound, no form—only the endless expanse of nothingness. Yet within that nothingness, Max felt something powerful. It wasn’t energy. It was presence—vast, eternal, and indescribably ancient. + +A voice echoed through the darkness. It wasn’t loud, but it carried through the void like the whisper of creation itself. + +"You who have stepped into the domain of Spatial Collapse... you who stand at the edge of nothingness... I, the Void Monarch, acknowledge your existence." + +The voice resonated with a weight that shook Max’s soul. The title itself—Void Monarch—seemed to vibrate through the endless emptiness like a divine truth. Max could feel that whoever this being was, he existed far beyond the boundaries of life and death. + +As the voice continued, the surrounding darkness began to shift. Shapes formed—faint images that appeared and disappeared like memories carved into time. Max saw the faint silhouette of a figure seated in the center of the void. + +The being’s form was humanoid, but its body was transparent, and within it, galaxies revolved like particles of dust. Every breath it took caused the entire space to ripple, as if creation itself was responding to his existence. + +"I am the one of the many beings who walks the path of the space," the voice continued. "I might not be the strongest in this path and certainly not be most knowledgeable, though I take pride in my millions of years of research on space concept." + +The words were neither prideful nor arrogant. They were simply facts—truths that the void itself confirmed through its vibrations. + +Max listened in silence, his mind completely immersed in the vision. + +Then, the voice softened slightly. + +"You have earned a fragment of my inheritance. Contained within it are two things." + +A small sphere of light appeared before Max, spinning slowly in the void. It looked small, but as he gazed at it, he could see endless layers of space folded within its surface. + +"The first is knowledge," the voice said. "The inheritance of my understanding of the void—the path of true mastery over space. It contains records of my arts, my perception, and the foundation of the Void Path that I once walked. However this is just one fragment of my inheritance containing only one technique. If you wish to uncover the full inheritance then only ascend to the Divine Realm as soon as possible." + +The sphere split into two, and the second one pulsed faintly with a strange glow that was neither light nor darkness. It felt incomplete—sealed by some invisible force. + +"The second," the Void Monarch continued, "is a sphere of comprehension—the seed of the Fifth Level Concept of Space. It contains a fraction of the understanding of Spatial Dominion, the next step after Spatial Collapse. But this sphere cannot be touched until your strength reaches the Divine Rank. The mortal body and soul are not capable of holding such comprehension before then. When you ascend to the Divine Rank, the seal upon this sphere will naturally break, and my true inheritance will awaken within you." + +The voice began to fade, its presence merging once again with the boundless void. + +"Do not seek the void. Let it find you when your understanding transcends form. Until then, walk your path, bearer of the fragment." + +The vision disappeared, and Max’s consciousness returned to his body. The world around him came back into focus—the calm air of the trial area, the faint hum of space, and the silent meditation of other geniuses. + +He exhaled deeply, opening his eyes once more. The faint violet light around him rippled briefly, then calmed. + +"So, that was the Void Monarch..." Max murmured quietly, staring at his palm. + +Even though the fragment of inheritance contained only one technique and the comprehension sphere of the Fifth Level Concept of Space, the latter alone was enough to be considered the most precious treasure Max had ever received in his entire life. + +Yet, as his consciousness sank deeper into the fragment’s memory, he realized that the technique recorded within it was not something that could be compared to any martial art, spell, or ability he had encountered before. + +The inheritance opened itself slowly, as if testing whether he was truly qualified to glimpse what lay within. His surroundings turned dark once again, and the vast void returned. In the middle of that endless darkness, countless runes appeared. + +They drifted weightlessly, glowing in hues of deep violet and pale silver. Each rune was a law of space in its purest form, vibrating in harmony with the rhythm of existence itself.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +At the center of those countless floating symbols, a colossal figure emerged. It was the same being he had seen before—the Void Monarch. He sat cross-legged upon the endless horizon of nothingness. Behind him stretched an infinite sea of torn dimensions and collapsing stars, yet none of them touched his form. Every fragment of the broken universe revolved around him as if he were the anchor of all existence. + +"The technique recorded within this fragment," the Void Monarch’s voice resounded, carrying both calmness and immeasurable weight, "is the foundation of my path. It is called the Void Genesis Art." + +The name alone seemed to tremble through the void. Max felt a strange heaviness in his chest, as though the universe itself was reacting to the title. + +The space around him distorted, folding inward until he found himself standing inside a miniature cosmos where every star, every particle, and every wisp of energy was connected by invisible lines of spatial law. + +"Void Genesis Art," the Monarch continued, "is not some low level art. It is the principle of creation and destruction as understood by me. It may not be perfect but it transcends anything you know. At its lowest level, it allows you to erase space itself and recreate it according to your will. At its highest level, it allows the birth of an entire dimension—a world independent of any existing reality." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1154.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1154.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a277dd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1154.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1148: Void Genesis Art" +slug: "ch-1154" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1154 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1350 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes widened. Creating a dimension—such a feat was unheard of, even among Divine or Ancient beings. The laws of creation were absolute and forbidden to mortals. To tamper with them meant rebellion against the structure of existence. Yet this technique didn’t just tamper with them; it governed them. + +The Void Monarch’s tone grew quieter but more profound. "Space is the skin of the universe, and the void lies beneath it. To command the void is to command the essence of reality. The first stage of the Void Genesis Art will allow you to erase an existing area of space completely. This is known as Spatial Erasure. The second stage will allow you to reconstruct it freely, bending the rules of dimensional structure. This is known as Dimensional Rebirth. Beyond that lies the final stage, which honestly I have never reach that stage either —Void Genesis, the creation of life and form from the emptiness of nonexistence." + +The imagery surrounding Max changed with each explanation. When the Monarch spoke of Spatial Erasure, the entire miniature universe collapsed in an instant, every star and every piece of light sucked into a single point before vanishing completely. + +When he spoke of Dimensional Rebirth, the void rippled, and the collapsed stars reappeared, arranged in perfect balance but under a different order, a new law. + +When he uttered the final stage, an overwhelming silence filled the air, and from that silence, light blossomed like a flower opening for the first time. A world was born before Max’s eyes, stretching infinitely. + +He could barely breathe as he watched. Every fiber of his being screamed that what he was witnessing defied the meaning of existence itself. Yet he could not look away. He wanted to understand it, to grasp it, to own it. + +"This art," the Monarch said finally, "is beyond the ranks of mortals. It is not bound by the classifications of Mortal Realm. Even in the Divine Realm, it stands at the very peak. The version you hold within this fragment is incomplete—only the first stage of Spatial Erasure and a glimpse of the second stage’s foundation. But even that fragment is enough to destroy all that you have ever known." + +The light of the vision began to fade, leaving Max standing alone once again in the calm silence of the void. The last words of the Void Monarch echoed through his consciousness before the inheritance completely merged into him. + +"Remember this, inheritor of my path. The void is not emptiness. It is infinite potential waiting for your command. To wield it, you must first become its reflection. If your heart trembles, the void will consume you. If your will remains unbroken, the void will answer." + +The world of the secret domain returned in the next heartbeat. Max’s eyes opened slowly, his pupils glowing faintly with violet light that rippled like spatial waves. The information of the Void Genesis Art burned into his mind, its structure far too complex for words. Even with his comprehension, he could only grasp the surface of the first stage, and that alone filled him with awe. + +He took a slow, steady breath, feeling his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The excitement running through him was almost impossible to contain. His eyes were still faintly glowing violet from the lingering resonance of the inheritance, and his entire body seemed to hum with suppressed energy. + +"This technique is too strong!" Max muttered, his voice trembling slightly in disbelief. The more he replayed what he had just seen within the inheritance fragment, the more his mind failed to comprehend its enormity. + +He had encountered countless techniques in his journey, ranging from Common rank to Legendary Rank. But this... this was beyond all of them. It was something that transcended the known structure of the world entirely. + +Max exhaled slowly, his lips curving into a faint, almost helpless smile. "I can’t believe I gained a technique that exists beyond the mortal realm," he whispered, shaking his head. "Something like this shouldn’t even exist in a place like this." + +Then, after a moment of silence, another thought crossed his mind. His gaze grew thoughtful as he recalled the sword technique he had acquired earlier from the Tomb of the Sword Saint. The image of that ancient graveyard filled with countless swords surfaced vividly in his memory. "The sword art I got from the Tomb of the Sword Saint," he said quietly, "that too should be beyond the ranks of the mortal realm." + +He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he compared the two. "But from the way it feels... that sword art should only belong to the earlier ranks of the Divine Realm," he reasoned softly. "And this one—the Void Genesis Art—it should be near the peak ranks of the Divine Realm. It’s not something that can just be practiced; it’s something that needs to be lived." + +As he said this, the realization of just how extraordinary this place truly was began to sink in. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not just a training ground or a treasure vault. It was a cradle of the ancient cosmos, a world designed to test and shape geniuses to reach the limits of possibility. + +Every inheritance here was left behind by beings whose strength had far surpassed the Divine Rank. They were remnants of an era where even laws and worlds were forged by hand. + +At this moment, Max finally understood why the leaders of the Middle Domain had placed so much importance on the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. The opportunities hidden within this realm were enough to change destinies, overturn the balance of power, and even alter the fate of entire worlds. Whoever conquered its trials could walk a path no ordinary being could ever dream of. + +He looked around, his eyes scanning the floating platforms in the distance. The geniuses who had survived the trial were still seated in meditation, their faces calm and focused. Each one was likely consolidating their new level of comprehension, oblivious to the kind of treasure Max had just obtained. + +Seeing this, Max’s expression steadied. + +He too closed his eyes and extended his hand slightly. In an instant, his body shimmered and disappeared from sight as he entered his Dimension of Time. The world around him shifted. The tranquil stillness of his personal dimension enveloped him completely, the flow of time bending to his will. Here, a day in the outside world would stretch into years for him. + +Within this timeless space, Max sat cross-legged in midair, surrounded by faint ripples of light and shadow. The surface of reality bent around him in thin concentric rings. Each ripple represented a different layer of dimensional fabric, each vibrating softly in harmony with his pulse. + +He inhaled deeply, clearing his thoughts before beginning. Slowly, he extended his hand once again and tried to reconstruct what he had seen in the inheritance—the dance of creation and erasure, the silent rhythm of birth and void. His mind replayed the moment when the Void Monarch had demonstrated the Spatial Erasure, when entire universes vanished into nothingness only to be recreated again. + +The memory was faint but clear enough to guide him. He began to focus on the space before him, not as emptiness but as a structure. Every atom, every thread of law, every layer of existence was laid bare before his inner perception. + +’The void is not empty,’ he reminded himself. ’It’s infinite potential waiting for command.’ + +A soft vibration began to build in the air. Space folded inward and outward in waves, like breathing. He could feel it—his comprehension deepening, the technique slowly revealing itself to him. + +Yet even this tiny fragment of the Void Genesis Art was complex beyond imagination. It wasn’t just a technique of power. It was an entire philosophy of existence, one that challenged his understanding of creation itself. + +Hours passed like seconds in his Dimension of Time. The faint violet light surrounding him grew brighter, flowing across his body like mist. His mind drifted between comprehension and practice, each realization leading to a hundred more questions. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1155.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1155.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7efe7a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1155.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1149: Talks with Nero" +slug: "ch-1155" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1155 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1144 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A few days passed quietly as Max focused on understanding the Void Genesis Art. The passage of time was almost meaningless inside his Dimension of Time. Hours blurred into days, and days into something far longer. + +The art was immense in scope—far beyond anything he had ever attempted to comprehend before. Every line of its structure was layered with countless meanings, every principle branched into infinite interpretations, and every motion required a perfect harmony between destruction and creation. + +Even though it was only the first stage—Spatial Erasure—Max soon realized that this single aspect could consume a lifetime of study. The concept of erasing existence itself went beyond simply cutting or breaking space. + +It required understanding what space truly was—its flow, its density, its connection to time, matter, and even the laws of causality. Only then could one erase it completely and recreate it from the void. + +In those few days, Max experienced several moments of deep enlightenment. During meditation, the world around him would blur into streams of silver and violet light. He saw flashes of collapsing dimensions and empty horizons folding into themselves. + +Sometimes, he could even feel the faint echo of the Void Monarch’s will guiding him, whispering through the silence of his thoughts. Each time that happened, the space around him would tremble lightly, as though it remembered the power of its ancient master. + +By the end of those days, Max understood at least a fragment of how the technique functioned. He could create a small ripple that erased a thin layer of spatial structure for a brief moment before letting it reform naturally. It was dangerous, unstable, and demanded absolute concentration. But even that unstable fragment could erase a small mountain if used without restraint. + +Opening his eyes at last, Max exhaled deeply. The familiar scenery of his Dimension of Time dissolved, and the real world of the secret domain returned. The floating platforms of the spatial trial shimmered in the distance, suspended in the air like fragments of glass. + +He glanced around and noticed immediately that the place looked much emptier than before. Most of the platforms were vacant. Only a few figures remained in meditation, their auras faint but steady. Clearly, most of the geniuses had already left after consolidating their understanding of the Fourth Level Concept of Space. + +Max’s gaze wandered until it fell on one familiar presence—Nero. The silver-haired genius was seated cross-legged a few platforms away, the faint glow of space surrounding him. Unlike the others, Nero didn’t seem to be meditating. He was calmly staring into the distance, as though deep in his own thoughts. + +Max stood up from his platform and called out, his voice calm but clear. "Nero, can we talk a bit?" + +Nero turned toward him, his expression lightening when he saw who it was. A faint smile curved his lips. "Why not?" he said casually. + +The two of them descended from their platforms, landing softly on a flat piece of ground near the base of the trial field. The air here was calm, filled only with the faint hum of spatial energy. + +"What is it?" Nero asked, crossing his arms as he faced Max. + +Max didn’t waste time. "Do you know the name of the golden crown genius who also comprehended the Fourth Level Concept of Space before us?" he asked directly. + +"What happened?" Nero asked, his brows drawing together in a deep frown. The sudden sharpness in Max’s tone earlier had caught his attention. He could already guess who Max was referring to, but he wanted to hear it directly from him. + +After all, if his assumption was correct, that person should have been one of the earlier participants in the trial—one of the first geniuses to comprehend the Fourth Level Concept of Space before Max and himself had arrived. + +"That guy sneaked up on me when I was heading toward this trial," Max said, his voice calm but carrying a cold undertone that made Nero’s frown deepen. A faint smile, one that wasn’t quite pleasant, touched Max’s lips as he added, "And when he realized he couldn’t kill me, he ran away. Talk about a loser." + +The casual cruelty in Max’s words sent a small chill down Nero’s spine. He looked at Max for a long moment, trying to gauge whether he was being serious or just trying to provoke a reaction. But the calm, unbothered expression on Max’s face told him that it wasn’t arrogance. It was fact. Whoever that attacker was, he had failed completely. + +Nero exhaled slowly, genuinely surprised. He hadn’t expected something like this. He had known that the golden crown geniuses were strong and that conflicts among them were inevitable, he himself was one, but for one of them to attack Max and end up being the one who fled? That was a different story. + +He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, muttering, "I see... So that’s how it was." His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back to the few golden crown geniuses who had entered before them. Only a handful of names came to mind, and among them was one person who matched Max’s description perfectly. + +"I think I know who you’re talking about," Nero said finally, lifting his gaze to meet Max’s. "If I’m not mistaken, his name is Mike, a genius from the Crimson Void World. I remember hearing about him before the trials began. He’s one of those geniuses who rely heavily on ambush techniques—quick assassinations, manipulation of space, and instant escape tactics. The kind who hides behind his comprehension instead of fighting head-on." + +"Sounds about right," Max replied, his tone flat but laced with faint irritation. "He thought he could catch me off guard, but his movements were pathetic. I saw through everything before he could even attack properly." + +Nero blinked, taken aback again. "You mean you saw through his space movement?" + +Max nodded, his eyes turning colder. "He used short-range space flickers to confuse his opponent, but those tricks don’t work on me. He realized it too late. The moment he noticed his little teleportations were useless, he ran away." + +Nero fell silent for a few seconds. He wasn’t easily impressed, but what Max had just said made him reevaluate everything he thought he knew about his strength. Mike was known for his control over space flickering, a technique that even most experts at the Fourth Level Concept of Space struggled to follow. Yet Max had countered it effortlessly. + +A faint smile appeared on Nero’s face as he muttered quietly, "So even someone like Mike couldn’t do anything to you." He shook his head slightly, almost laughing in disbelief. "I’m starting to wonder where your true limits even lie, Max. You’ve barely reached the peak of Legend Rank, and yet geniuses at the peak of Mythic Rank are losing to you." + +Max didn’t respond immediately. He merely shrugged. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1156.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1156.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..afafabe --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1156.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1150: Divine Palace Platform" +slug: "ch-1156" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1156 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Nero gave a low hum of acknowledgment before speaking again. "If Mike escaped after failing to kill you, then it’s safe to assume he’s long gone from this forest. Finding him now would be like trying to find a single drop of water in an ocean. He’s probably hiding somewhere in another region of the secret domain, licking his wounds and waiting for his chance to return." + +Max remained silent, his expression unreadable. + +After a moment, Nero continued, "But you’ll see him again eventually. When the Divine Palace Platform descends, everyone who’s passed the trials will gather there. It’s the final stage of this entire secret domain, the place where the strongest geniuses from every world come together." + +"The Divine Palace Platform," Max repeated softly, his gaze turning distant. + +"Yes," Nero said, nodding. "It’s the last trial ground before the exit opens. The Seven Lords themselves oversee it. Whatever happens there determines who walks away with the true inheritances of this realm. If Mike is still alive—and I think he is—you’ll definitely meet him there." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint glint of amusement flashing across them. "Good. I’ll make sure to finish what he started then." + +Nero looked at him for a long moment before chuckling quietly. "You really don’t forgive or forget, do you?" + +Max smiled faintly but didn’t answer. + +"Thank you, Brother Nero." Max smiled faintly, his tone calm but sincere. "Let’s meet again in the core region of the secret domain after this. I’m sure it will be far more interesting than what we’ve seen so far." + +Nero returned the smile, his silver eyes gleaming faintly. "I would love to see how far you’ll go there," he said, his voice carrying quiet amusement. "See you in the core region, Max." + +With that brief exchange, the two parted ways. Nero walked toward one of the shimmering spatial gates that marked the exit of the trial field, his figure fading into the blue light until it disappeared entirely. Max lingered for a few moments longer, glancing at the now-quiet platforms above, before stepping into another gate himself. + +The familiar pull of teleportation surrounded him. When the light faded, Max found himself standing outside the trial region. The world around him was vast and silent, filled with the faint scent of metallic air and the distant hum of space energy flowing through invisible rifts. + +As he began walking, his mind was preoccupied with a single thought—the Divine Palace Platform.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +He had heard about it several times before, both from the leaders of the Middle Domain and from the discussions among the strongest geniuses before the secret domain had opened. The Divine Palace Platform wasn’t just another trial. It was the true heart of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain—the final destination, and the greatest opportunity this world had to offer. + +According to what Max knew, the Divine Palace Platform was a structure that existed beyond the normal boundaries of the secret domain. It wasn’t something that could be reached by walking or flying. + +It descended only once, at the end of every cycle of trials, and it appeared for a limited time. Whoever entered it would face challenges beyond comprehension but would also gain the chance to step beyond their current limitations. + +Max remembered what the elders of the Middle Domain had once told him about the Divine Rank and its terrifying difficulty. To reach the peak of the Divine Rank, one had to experience ten life and death cycles. Each cycle was a confrontation with the laws of existence itself—a process of breaking one’s body, spirit, and soul before being reborn stronger than before. + +But there was a terrible truth behind that path. Every cycle carried the risk of death. Half of those who attempted to break through never survived. The failure of one cycle meant the collapse of their foundation, their soul scattering into the void. It was a process feared even by those who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years. + +Max’s steps slowed as he walked through the strange violet terrain of the inner domain, his expression thoughtful. + +Because of those trials, countless experts throughout history had chosen to remain at the Mythic Rank forever rather than risk the cycle of death and rebirth that came with the Divine Rank. + +Others who were already Divine Rank would spend thousands of years preparing for the next life and death cycle, fortifying themselves with treasures, techniques, and divine weapons, hoping that when the moment came, they would survive it. + +But even then, few ever reached the higher levels of the Divine Rank. Those who did—the ones who reached the seventh, eighth, ninth, or even tenth cycle—were often legends in their own worlds, figures of immense reverence and fear. + +The Divine Palace Platform, however, was said to change all of that. + +It was rumored to be a place where the laws of life and death themselves were subdued. A place where one could transcend the natural limits of the Divine Rank without facing the mortal risk of annihilation. The energies of that platform, left behind by the Seven Lords who created the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, were said to stabilize the process of evolution through the life and death cycles. It was a miracle in the truest sense—a structure capable of rewriting destiny itself. + +Max didn’t know the full truth behind these claims, but he had heard enough to understand why so many worlds and races fought to enter this domain every time it opened. The chance to step beyond mortality, to touch the realm beyond the Divine Rank, was something no cultivator could ignore. + +His red eyes flickered faintly with determination as he continued walking. + +"Even if half of what they said is true," Max murmured to himself, "then the Divine Palace Platform is worth everything." + +He looked up at the sky of the secret domain. The strange violet and silver clouds swirled slowly above him, their movements calm but endless. Somewhere far above those clouds, the Divine Palace Platform would eventually appear, glowing like a beacon that called only to those who dared to defy the limits of the world. + +Max’s expression turned solemn, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Let’s see what this opportunity truly holds," he said quietly. "If it really can help me reach beyond the Divine Rank, then I’ll seize it, no matter what stands in my way." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1157.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1157.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a703aca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1157.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1151: Mirror Lake of Souls" +slug: "ch-1157" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1157 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1258 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The wind shifted faintly around him as he resumed his steps. The endless violet plains stretched out ahead, and in the distance, faint ripples of energy marked the boundary of the core region—the place where the Divine Palace Platform would one day descend. + +Before Max could leave the inner region completely, he had one task left—to find the Mirror Lake of Souls, the rumored location where the Lotus of Clear Serenity bloomed. The map that Lord Igris had given him marked the lake faintly along the borders of the inner and core regions. + +If his calculations were right, it would take several days to reach it on foot, and that was if he avoided unnecessary battles. But nothing in this domain ever allowed things to be that simple.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +The first few days of his journey were deceptively quiet. The terrain of the inner region was strange, constantly shifting between jagged cliffs and stretches of barren ground covered in glowing symbols that pulsed faintly with unknown energy. + +Max moved cautiously through them, his Three Dimensional Body fully active, scanning for distortions, traps, and beasts. + +But soon, silence gave way to chaos. + +It began with the Silver Fang Lynx, a creature that appeared like a blur of white light in the distance. Its fur shimmered like molten metal, and its movements left streaks of mirrored reflections behind it. + +The lynx attacked without warning, splitting into three mirror images that struck from different directions at once. Max caught the first swipe on his forearm, sparks flying from the impact, and the other two followed almost immediately. + +With calm precision, he used the third level concept of space—Spatial Distortion—to bend the space around him. The attacks missed by mere inches, and before the lynx could recover, Max’s palm shot out. A pulse of spatial energy rippled outward, collapsing the creature’s mirrored bodies into fragments before crushing its true form into dust. + +"That’s one," Max muttered, stepping over the fading silver remains. + +But the lynx was only the beginning. + +Over the next several days, the deeper he went into the outskirts of the inner region, the more frequent the attacks became. Herds of Crimson Gale Hounds hunted in coordinated packs, their howls echoing through the ravines like thunder. + +Their bodies flickered with red mist, and each time they lunged, the mist condensed into claws sharp enough to cut through steel. + +Max faced them head-on, lightning crackling across his arms as he used the Storm King’s Inheritance – Extreme Speed to blur across the battlefield. His movements were sharp and precise, each strike crushing another beast into the earth. + +Then came the Spectral Vipers, translucent creatures that slid through solid stone as though it were water. They were silent killers, using the terrain itself to strike from impossible angles. But Max had long grown accustomed to such tricks. + +His Three Dimensional Body detected even the faintest ripple in their energy signatures, and one by one, he burned them to ash using the flames of his infernal energy. + +By the fifth day, the number of battles he had fought had already surpassed a hundred. His body remained uninjured, but his surroundings bore the scars of his journey. Craters stretched across the ground where he had unleashed bursts of spatial collapse. The air still shimmered with residual lightning that danced across the sky like phantom serpents. + +At night, he rested briefly beneath the crimson moons that hung low over the horizon. The landscape of the inner region glowed faintly with strange light, as if alive, and Max could feel the faint hum of the world itself watching him. + +Every so often, the shadows in the distance shifted, and pairs of glowing eyes watched from the dark. But nothing dared approach him anymore. The scent of his energy—spatial, infernal, and draconic all mixed together—had turned into a warning for the beasts of the domain. + +By the eighth day, he finally reached an area where the terrain began to change. The sharp cliffs and shifting valleys gave way to a vast expanse of flat, crystalline ground. The soil here was smooth like glass, reflecting light in ripples that looked almost liquid. The air grew cooler, carrying a faint fragrance that reminded him of dew. + +He knew then that he was close. During this eight day of exploring the edges of the inner region, his strength had also risen wildly. He had devoured every beasts he had killed so far and because of it his strength had soared to 9th level of Legend Rank. + +The map from Lord Igris had marked this area vaguely, describing it as a place "where space bends like water." The description now made sense. Each step Max took caused faint ripples to spread across the ground, distorting his reflection beneath him. + +A few hours later, the terrain opened up completely, revealing a breathtaking sight that made even Max pause for a moment. + +Before him stretched a massive lake that glowed with shifting silver light. The surface was so clear that it perfectly reflected the skies above, and yet beneath the reflection, strange shadows swam like living souls. The faint scent of soul force filled the air, rich and pure. It was tranquil but eerie, as though the lake existed between the worlds of the living and the dead. + +Max stopped at the edge of the water, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he observed it. "So this is it... the Mirror Lake of Souls," he said softly. + +The surface of the lake rippled faintly in response, as though acknowledging his presence. He crouched down and dipped a finger into the water. The sensation that greeted him was unlike anything he had felt before. It wasn’t cold—it was alive. He could feel countless threads of consciousness brushing against his mind, each one carrying faint traces of memory and emotion. + +"This energy..." Max muttered. "It’s pure soul force." + +He stood up slowly, his eyes scanning the far end of the lake. The faint glow of blue light shimmered from within a patch of mist at the center, like the heart of the lake itself. + +The Lotus of Clear Serenity was said to bloom only in a place where souls converged. Its petals could calm the flow of soul force and were capable of purifying corrupted essence. The lake matched every description perfectly. + +However, as he looked deeper into the mist, Max’s expression hardened. His Three Dimensional Body detected faint fluctuations of energy beneath the water. Dozens of them. No—hundreds. + +"Guardians or beasts?," Max whispered. "So it won’t be that simple." + +The Mirror Lake of Souls was far from empty. Beneath its calm surface, countless shapes moved silently—beasts, spirits, and strange entities born from condensed soul energy. They were drawn to the Lotus like moths to flame, yet none dared to touch it. It was both sacred and forbidden. + +Max took a slow breath, his aura stirring faintly as the ground beneath his feet trembled in response. "Let’s see what it takes to reach that lotus." + +He stepped forward. The water beneath his feet rippled but did not sink. Space itself bent to hold him aloft, forming invisible platforms as he walked across the lake’s surface. + +And as he took his second step, the first guardian stirred from below. + +The calm lake began to ripple violently, and the faint silver light turned into streaks of crimson. The air trembled with a chilling resonance that echoed through the mist. + +Max smiled faintly, his red eyes glowing as sparks of red lightning danced across his body. "So it begins." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1158.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1158.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..70a22af --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1158.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1152: Mirror Guardian" +slug: "ch-1158" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1158 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1015 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The calm ripples of the Mirror Lake of Souls suddenly deepened into violent waves. The silver surface twisted, and from its depths, something began to rise. + +The air shimmered, and what emerged was not a beast of flesh or bone—but a construct of mirrored surfaces, each fragment reflecting the world around it like shards of a broken dimension. The creature stood tall and humanoid, with dozens of overlapping plates forming its body. Its face was smooth and empty, a perfect mirror that reflected Max’s image back at him. + +The moment it fully surfaced, the waves around it stilled. The lake’s reflection no longer showed the sky—it showed him, multiplied a thousandfold. Every inch of water now mirrored Max’s figure, all of them moving in perfect unison with him. + +"So this is the guardian..." Max muttered quietly. "A creature born of reflections." + +The guardian didn’t speak. Instead, the countless mirrored fragments that made up its body shifted and rearranged themselves, forming sharp crystalline blades that jutted out from its arms. The next instant, it lunged forward. + +Max moved just as fast, his figure flashing with blue lightning as he vanished from sight. The creature’s mirrored blade slashed through empty air, splitting the water behind him into two perfect halves before it snapped back together. + +But Max quickly realized that this guardian was different from any creature he had faced before. + +The moment he moved, his reflection—all the countless mirrored figures in the lake—moved with him. And from each reflection, fragments of light separated, forming illusory doubles that mimicked his attacks, his speed, and his movements with deadly precision. + +"So it copies my actions," Max thought, his red eyes narrowing. + +The guardian turned, and from its body, several shards of mirror detached, floating around it like orbiting stars. Each shard glowed faintly, then shot beams of silver light toward him. The beams twisted midair, bending space itself, curving toward Max from every direction. + +He raised his arm, summoning the third level concept of space—Spatial Distortion. The space around him warped, creating a curved barrier that bent the light away, scattering it harmlessly into the lake. + +But the guardian wasn’t finished. It stepped forward again, its mirrored plates shifting rapidly until its entire form blurred into a cascade of reflections. Suddenly, Max’s Three Dimensional Body detected multiple sources of the same presence around him—one behind, one to the left, one to the right, and one above. + +"Multiple projections..." Max muttered. "Each from a different mirror dimension." + +He spun around sharply, swinging his sword through the air. Blue and red lightning burst from the blade as he invoked the Storm King’s Inheritance – Heaven’s Wraith. His strike split through one of the mirrored figures, only for it to reform instantly, the pieces fusing back together like water merging after being sliced. + +"Physical attacks won’t hold for long," Max assessed, his gaze steady. "It’s reflecting both my energy and my movements." + +For a brief moment, his own reflection on the lake looked up at him—and moved on its own. + +Before Max could react, the reflection stepped out of the water, forming a perfect doppelgänger wrapped in faint blue lightning identical to his own. The mirrored Max raised his sword, smiling faintly—just like him—and charged forward. + +The real Max grinned. "Interesting." + +Their swords collided, lightning exploding outward and scattering shards of mirrored water into the air. Both moved at blinding speed, their blades clashing again and again. Every strike shattered reality for a fraction of a second before fusing back together, the sound echoing like thunder across the lake. + +But while the reflection could mimic power, it couldn’t mimic comprehension. + +Max’s movements shifted abruptly, his blade flickering in unpredictable patterns. He twisted his wrist, and the air around him trembled as he invoked the fourth level concept of space—Spatial Collapse. + +"Disappear." + +The area between him and the mirrored guardian distorted violently. A sphere of collapsing space swallowed the reflection and the true guardian together. The mirrored layers that formed their bodies shattered one after another, crumbling into shards of light that screamed as they disintegrated. + +A deafening bang followed, and the lake erupted in a shockwave that sent waves rolling outward for miles. The mirrored water turned dark for a few moments before slowly calming again. + +When the chaos subsided, Max stood in the center of the lake, his breathing steady but his aura fierce. The guardian’s body floated in pieces around him, each fragment reflecting faint traces of violet lightning before dissolving completely. + +"So it could manipulate reflections, bend light, and create duplicates through mirror dimensions," Max muttered, analyzing the battle calmly. "But it was too dependent on the connection between space and light." + +He raised his palm slightly, summoning a small sphere of collapsing space to his hand before dispersing it. "A tricky opponent—but not an impossible one." + +As the last shard of the guardian dissolved into mist, the lake began to glow faintly again. From the center of the rippling water, a new light appeared—a small crystalline core rising slowly toward the surface. + +Max reached out and caught it. The core was warm to the touch and shimmered with faint runes that reflected his own face back at him. + +"A Mirror Core," he murmured, recognizing it instantly. "The essence of its power." + +He could feel that this was only the beginning. The Mirror Lake of Souls was vast, and if one guardian existed, there would be more—each stronger, more cunning, and more attuned to the laws of reflection and space. + +But that didn’t discourage him. If anything, it made his eyes gleam with excitement. + +"Good," Max said quietly, looking toward the glowing heart of the lake where the mist concealed the Lotus of Clear Serenity. "The more of you there are, the more I’ll learn." + +As if hearing him, the lake began to hum again. The reflection of the sky on its surface rippled like liquid glass as countless beams of silver light pierced through the mist. One after another, figures began to rise from the mirrored depths—ten guardians, each identical to the one Max had just destroyed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1159.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1159.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eacc76b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1159.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1153: More Guardians" +slug: "ch-1159" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1159 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1090 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +They emerged slowly, their movements synchronized like soldiers of a single will. Each one’s body was made of mirrored surfaces that reflected Max’s form back at him a hundred times over. The air trembled faintly, and the surface of the lake reflected ten versions of Max, each standing beside their mirrored counterparts. + +The guardians tilted their heads in eerie unison. The next instant, the calm lake exploded into motion. + +The ten guardians moved at once, shattering their mirrored shells into fragments that darted through the air like shards of silver lightning. Max immediately activated his Three Dimensional Body, and the world slowed down around him. Every reflection, every shifting ripple, every hidden current of spatial energy became visible in his perception. + +"Ten at once," he muttered, his red eyes narrowing. "Perfect." + +His figure vanished, leaving behind faint streaks of blue and red lightning as he moved with Extreme Speed. In the blink of an eye, he appeared above the nearest guardian. His sword gleamed with red lightning as he swung downward. + +"Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword — Fifth Form!" + +The air roared as the sword came down. A blinding bolt of red lightning split the sky, striking the guardian’s mirrored body and sending cracks spreading across its surface. The lake below erupted in waves as the creature shattered into hundreds of reflective shards. + +But the others didn’t hesitate. They attacked from every direction, their mirrored bodies bending the light around them, creating dozens of false reflections. It became impossible to tell which was real and which was illusion. + +"Trying to trick me with mirrors again?" Max said coldly. + +The space around him distorted sharply as he invoked the fourth level concept of space—Spatial Collapse. The distorted air twisted into a vacuum, crushing three of the mirrored illusions instantly. The true guardians were forced out of hiding, their bodies flickering as the surrounding reflections broke apart. + +Max didn’t let them recover. He twisted his wrist, and his sword began to blaze with crimson flame. The entire lake glowed red from the reflection of his sword aura. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art — Second Form: Blazing Annihilation!" + +He swung his blade in a horizontal arc, and an inferno of black flames erupted across the water. The mirrored guardians tried to deflect it with their bodies, but the black flames weren’t ordinary. They were capable of devouring essence itself. The fire spread rapidly, consuming three more guardians as their mirrored bodies melted into pools of molten glass. + +The remaining four rushed him together. Each raised their arms, and the mirrored surfaces along their limbs folded outward, creating massive circular mirrors that surrounded Max from all sides. Light gathered between them, refracting endlessly until a beam of pure destructive energy formed and shot straight toward him. + +The beam struck, shaking the entire lake. For a moment, the world turned white. But when the light faded, Max was still standing. His aura burned like a miniature sun, lightning and flames swirling together around him. + +"Too slow," he said quietly. + +He raised his hand and invoked the Void Genesis Art. The space between him and the four guardians began to tremble violently, collapsing inward like an imploding star. + +The lake distorted. The reflections of the guardians warped, their bodies stretching and twisting as the collapsing force pulled them apart piece by piece. They struggled to resist, but their mirrored forms shattered like fragile glass under the weight of the void. + +BOOM! + +The shockwave that followed spread outward in a massive circle, flattening the waves and splitting the mist in the distance. When it cleared, the lake had fallen silent again. The only thing that remained of the ten guardians were faint particles of silver dust slowly sinking into the water. + +Max exhaled slowly, lowering his sword. The faint hum of power around him began to fade, though sparks of lightning still flickered across his shoulders and arms. His reflection stared back at him from the lake’s surface, the calm ripples distorting his red eyes slightly. + +"That’s ten down," he said quietly. "Let’s hope the next ones are stronger." + +He raised his hand, summoning a faint pulse of Spatial Distortion to clear the lingering mist. The reflections of the broken guardians were gone, and the air grew unnaturally still once again. + +But Max could still feel it—the faint hum of power deeper within the lake. The fight wasn’t over yet. The Mirror Lake of Souls had more to reveal, and somewhere at its heart, the Lotus of Clear Serenity was still waiting. + +Max tightened his grip on his sword, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Let’s continue," he murmured as he stepped forward, his reflection walking with him across the rippling silver surface. + +The Mirror Lake of Souls went completely silent. The mist thickened, shrouding everything in silver haze. Max’s reflection in the water stared back at him, perfectly still—until it smiled. + +The reflection cracked. + +Ripples spread violently across the surface as the sky itself seemed to bend downward, its mirrored image fusing with the lake. Then, from every direction—front, back, above, and beneath the water—mirrored figures began to rise. + +One. Two. Ten. Twenty. Fifty. + +By the time the last ripple faded, a hundred guardians stood around Max in a perfect circle, each identical to the one he had fought before—smooth, reflective bodies of stacked mirrors, faceless yet menacing, their surfaces glinting like shattered dimensions. The air trembled with their presence, and the lake’s reflection distorted completely, showing nothing but a hundred reflections of Max, each one standing beside its guardian. + +Max’s red eyes narrowed slightly. "So, this is the true trial of the Mirror Lake..." + +The guardians began to move. The sound of shattering glass echoed from every direction as their mirrored limbs unfolded into blades, spears, and axes. The sky dimmed, and beams of refracted light burst from their bodies, painting the battlefield in endless streaks of silver. + +Then, they attacked. + +A hundred beams of silver energy twisted through the air, each carrying enough force to cut through space itself. The water beneath Max’s feet exploded as he leapt upward, blue lightning wrapping around his body. + +"Storm King’s Inheritance — Extreme Speed!" + +His figure blurred, vanishing entirely. The beams of light hit only afterimages. A fraction of a second later, Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword — Fifth Form flashed across the battlefield. Red lightning split the air, cutting through ten guardians in a single stroke. Their mirrored bodies cracked, but they didn’t shatter. + +The next instant, the broken pieces reformed, pulling themselves back together like liquid glass. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-116.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-116.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..03208ed --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-116.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 116: Soul Palace" +slug: "ch-116" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 116 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1275 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The Hundred Refining Threads Soul technique transformed the soul into a hundred fine, thin threads. A thread, however basic it could be, was a solid form, and to perfectly master this technique, one would need to refine their soul into a hundred such threads. + +The technique also explained why the shape of a thread, rather than anything else, was chosen. Since it was already difficult for humans to control their souls, attempting to refine their soul into any complex solid forms like swords would make the process nearly impossible for humans to accomplish. + +Thus, the method of first refining the soul into small and simple shapes came into existence. + +’Moreover, in Apprentice Rank, one could only have limited control over the soul,’ Max thought. The higher a person’s rank, the more control they would have over their soul, but that didn’t mean someone in Seeker Rank would be able to refine their soul into a sword shape on their first try. + +Everyone had to start from the very beginning. + +Max’s starting point was a thread, while for others, it could be something else. + +’A thread…’ Max thought, calming himself completely and entering a meditative state. + +Unlike what he had previously done, where he would let the power of the soul flow outside of his body, he now needed to enter the world of the soul, as the technique instructed. + +He needed to enter the place where the soul resided within his body—the Soul Palace. + +It was a difficult process, but humans had managed to do it nonetheless and had even created hundreds of techniques based on souls. + +"All the soul power in my body is locked inside the Soul Palace, but by tapping into the soul power within it, I can manage to leak some out. However, to refine the soul, I must enter the Soul Palace," Max muttered, his brows furrowed in contemplation. + +But something felt wrong. + +He realized that the technique given to him by his sister was very unique. + +According to what he had learned after spending about three months in the Phoenix Order guild, to upgrade from Apprentice Rank to Adept Rank, one had to reach level 10 of Apprentice Rank and open the Soul Palace. + +Only after opening the Soul Palace could one enter Adept Rank, and that was only possible after reaching level 10 of Apprentice Rank. + +He hadn’t heard of anyone opening their Soul Palace before reaching level 10 of Apprentice Rank. Most, if not all, opened it to upgrade their rank to Adept Rank. + +’Am I doing it wrong?’ Max wondered, doubting whether the technique given by his sister was wrong, as it mentioned one could open the Soul Lock before reaching level 10 of Apprentice Rank and before needing to upgrade one’s rank. + +Max weighed his options and decided to try. After all, time was never an issue for him. + +Taking deep breaths, he followed the method mentioned in the technique and entered a meditative state again. + +A moment later, the darkness parted, and he found himself in a world full of clouds, similar to the entrances to all his dimensions. However, unlike that, the clouds in this world were gloomy and black. + +’Is this my consciousness?’ Max wondered, looking around. It was just like the entrance to all his dimensions, except for the black clouds. + +In the middle of everything, there existed a circular-shaped wall or something. + +’What’s that?’ Max wondered as he walked closer to it. + +’A Tai Chi diagram!’ he exclaimed in joy. According to the Hundred Refining Threads Soul technique, the door to the Soul Palace would take the form of a Tai Chi diagram. + +It was like a circle with half of it colored black and the other half colored white, but not in a linear fashion. + +’Huh.’ Just as Max was observing his Soul Palace, he found something odd. The black part of the Tai Chi diagram was missing from his door, with only an outline of it remaining intact, alongside the white part. + +’What is this? The technique didn’t mention anything like that,’ Max frowned, noticing this anomaly, and walked closer to inspect it. + +The white part of the Tai Chi diagram was almost the size of him but the black place part was gone only the outline remained. + +’Is something wrong with my Soul Palace?’ Max wondered, frowning at the uniqueness of his Soul Palace’s door. + +He contemplated for a moment and decided to open the door. Since he was already there, he figured he might as well try. + +The way to break open the door to the Soul Palace was simple. One had to tap into the power of the soul and cause it to leak some Soul Force out of the door. + +Like energy, which had a term in the world called Mana, the power of the soul was termed Soul Force. + +To break open the door of the Tai Chi diagram, one needed to use soul force, like mana, to forcefully break open the door leading to the Soul Palace. + +Max did exactly that. He tapped into the soul force inside the Soul Palace, which caused the door to leak white smoke. + +The white smoke seeped out little by little from all sides of the circular Tai Chi diagram, appearing starkly contrasted against the black gloom of the world around him. + +Max raised his right hand and controlled the soul force to stick to it, as he would when drawing a rune to control the soul force with a brush. + +Experience exclusive tales on freewebnovel.com + +Little by little, the white smoke began to float toward his right arm, squirming around it. It took a minute or two for all the white smoke to stick to his arm, turning his entire right arm pitch-white. + +"Alright," Max muttered. He walked toward the white part of the Tai Chi diagram and pushed it with his right hand, but it didn’t even budge. + +Feeling resistance, he pushed harder, but still, it didn’t move. + +’This is tough,’ Max thought. While he had expected this outcome since he was attempting the impossible, it was still disappointing to see no progress. + +However, he wasn’t discouraged. He punched the white part of the Tai Chi diagram. + +Bang! + +A ripple-like wave was released from it, changing the black clouds beneath him into pitch-black water. + +’Something changed, which means I’m going in the right direction,’ Max thought, and began punching repeatedly for a full minute. However, after the initial ripple that turned the clouds into water, nothing else changed. + +Most importantly, the white part of the Tai Chi diagram didn’t even budge despite tens of dozens of blows with his fist being covered with Soul Force. It was as though he was a toddler punching into a wall. + +Max frowned as he observed this and contemplated. ’If the technique says that breaking the door to the Soul Palace is possible before reaching level 10, then it should be possible. There is no doubt about it.’ + +He had complete confidence in the technique since it was given to him by his sister, but he wasn’t as sure about his soul force. + +’Level 10 of Apprentice Rank would certainly make one’s soul stat reach a high level, but my soul stat also increased by a full 3 points after absorbing the remains of the Dracovore, which is many times higher than the 0.3 points of a single level-up,’ Max thought, contemplating. + +’According to this, the value of my Soul stat is equal to or higher than the required stat at level 10 of Apprentice Rank. Then where am I lacking?’ He furrowed his brows deep in thought. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1160.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1160.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddfc4a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1160.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1154: The Final Guardian" +slug: "ch-1160" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1160 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1164 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max frowned. "Their regeneration speed has increased tenfold." + +The guardians raised their hands in perfect synchronization. Space itself began to twist. The entire lake inverted, the surface flipping like a turning page. Max’s body was dragged downward as gravity reversed, and the sky became the ground. + +"Spatial inversion..." he muttered. "So they can manipulate laws now." + +He thrust his sword forward. Spatial Collapse burst from his blade, collapsing the distorted layer of space and shattering the reversed reflection. The lake righted itself, but in the same moment, fifty guardians materialized around him at once. + +Their mirrored arms turned into blades, slashing from every direction. Max spun his sword in a circle, releasing a storm of lightning-infused arcs. + +"Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword — Sixth Form!" + +Dozens of lightning streaks exploded outward like a crimson tempest, cutting through twenty of the guardians instantly. The air trembled as explosions rippled through the lake, but the remaining guardians fused their reflections together, forming towering figures that loomed like giants of light. + +From the mist came the deafening sound of a hundred voices speaking in unison—though none had mouths. + +"Reflect." + +The lake’s entire surface turned into a mirror. Every attack Max had unleashed—lightning, fire, sword energy—reflected back at him. + +A thousand blades of mirrored light rained down on him like divine judgment. + +Max’s figure blurred again. Red lightning burned through the rain of energy as his voice rang out. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art — Third Form: Hellfire Judgment!" + +A wall of black-and-red fire erupted from his body, devouring the reflected attacks like a roaring inferno. The flames twisted, forming countless dragon-like shapes that lunged outward, biting into the mirrored guardians and reducing dozens of them to molten shards. + +But even that wasn’t enough. The ground beneath him split open as more reflections climbed from the lake—perfect duplicates of himself, wielding his own sword techniques. + +The real Max sneered. "So you want to copy me?" + +Lightning surged again, brighter than ever before. His sword hummed as he poured infernal energy, spatial energy, and just a bit of divine energy of his First Divine Vein—Vein of Origin into it. + +The ground cracked beneath his feet. The air bent around his body, unable to contain the pressure of the power surging through him. The once-calm lake began to shake violently, the water rising in massive waves that turned upside down midair as space itself distorted around him. + +"Let’s end this." + +He raised his hand. Space collapsed inward, condensing into a single point above his palm—a miniature black sun radiating destruction. + +He swung his sword downward. The black sun expanded instantly, swallowing everything in its path. Space folded, light vanished, and the mirrored guardians screamed in silence as they were crushed and erased simultaneously. Their reflective bodies shattered, not into glass, but into dust finer than air. + +The wave of collapsing space spread across the lake. The mirrored surface fractured and began to crumble as if reality itself were being erased. Lightning tore through the falling fragments of light, red and blue streaks crossing in chaotic brilliance. + +When it was finally over, the world went still again. + +The lake was gone—its surface replaced by a vast crater surrounded by shattered fragments of reflective glass floating midair. The mist had dispersed completely, revealing the clear sky of the secret domain above. + +Max stood at the center of the devastation, breathing lightly, his sword still glowing faintly with crimson light. The aura of his First Divine Vein pulsed through his body, the untamed, godlike power humming beneath his skin. + +All around him, there was nothing left of the hundred guardians. Only a faint silver glow shimmered at the edges of the crater—the remnants of their mirrored essence slowly drifting upward like falling snow. + +Max lowered his sword, his voice calm but sharp. "Hundred down." + +The power of the Vein of Origin slowly retracted into his body, his red eyes glowing faintly as he looked toward the heart of the crater. + +From the center of the broken lake, where the guardians had fallen, a soft light began to bloom. A flower of pure serenity, blue and radiant, rose slowly from the air—its petals translucent, glowing with ripples of calm energy. + +The Lotus of Clear Serenity had finally appeared. + +Max’s expression softened faintly. "So that’s what you were protecting..." + +He walked forward through the drifting silver dust, the air shimmering faintly around his steps. The battle had been long and brutal, but the result was absolute. The guardians were gone. + +And now, the prize of the Mirror Lake of Souls belonged to him alone.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +"The test isn’t over yet." Just when Max was about to pick up the lotus, an eerily familiar voice sounded behind Max. Turning around Max saw another him stood some distance away from in the lake. He looked exactly like him down to the finest details. If the previous copies were just reflections used by the guardians then this was the real deal. + +For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Only the faint whisper of the wind and the soft hum of spatial energy filled the air. + +Max’s gaze sharpened. "So this is the final test," he muttered. "Not another illusion. Not a reflection. But a copy with my strength... my abilities... and my will." + +The other Max smiled faintly. "Not just your strength. I am everything you are, and everything you deny. Your instincts. Your rage. Your ambition. I am the truth that you hide behind that calm face." + +The real Max studied him silently. The aura coming from this duplicate was eerily stable. It wasn’t the crude mimicry of the mirrored guardians—this one possessed true intelligence. The same divine energy from the Vein of Origin pulsed faintly beneath its skin. Even the rhythm of its breathing was synchronized with his own. + +The faint silver waves of the lake shimmered between them, reflecting two identical figures standing on opposite sides. + +"So, you’re my final opponent." Max’s expression turned cold. "How fitting." + +The clone tilted his head slightly, smiling again in the same calm way Max often did before a fight. "Not opponent," it said softly. "Mirror." + +The air shifted instantly. Space rippled outward from the clone’s position, forming a sphere of distorted energy that began pulling the surrounding fragments of mirror into it. The floating shards fused together, creating a crystalline battlefield in midair—an enclosed space where light and reflections danced endlessly. + +Max felt the familiar hum of spatial distortion brushing against his skin. He raised his hand slightly and summoned his own domain. Blue and red lightning spread outward in waves, countering the pull of the clone’s domain. + +Two identical auras clashed, rippling across the lake. + +"So, it copies my understanding of space too." Max’s red eyes narrowed. "Then this will be fun." + +The clone raised its sword, the same sword Max wielded. The blade gleamed with red lightning as a faint storm brewed in the air above. "You can’t defeat me," it said. "You can’t destroy what you are." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1161.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1161.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..091989a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1161.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1155: A Cheap Copy?" +slug: "ch-1161" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1161 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1122 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Tell me something." Max’s tone was calm, almost casual, though his red eyes gleamed with a cold amusement. He kept his sword resting lightly against his shoulder as he looked straight at the figure before him. "Do you only have the abilities I displayed just now, or all of my abilities?" + +The copy smiled. It was the same smile Max used when mocking his enemies—a quiet curve of the lips that carried both confidence and cruelty. The reflection tilted its head slightly, the mirrored light dancing across its flawless skin. + +"Oh, don’t worry," it said, its voice identical to his. "I have only the ones you’ve shown so far. Everything you’ve revealed within this lake, I possess. You can rest easy knowing that even though I am your copy, I don’t have every single one of your abilities." + +The way it said those words carried an unsettling sense of honesty. It wasn’t lying. That somehow made it worse. + +Max smirked faintly. "That’s good to know. At least you’ll be easier to deal with than I thought." + +The copy chuckled softly. "You think so?" It stepped forward, each movement fluid and soundless, its reflection stretching long across the fragments of glass beneath its feet. The tone of its voice changed slightly—deeper, darker, colder. "Maybe I don’t have all your powers. But I have something far more interesting than your abilities." + +It raised a finger and pointed directly at Max’s chest. "Your soul." + +A chill passed through the air. The space between them vibrated faintly, and for an instant, Max could feel the pressure of his own essence—his memories, emotions, and consciousness—echoing back at him.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +The copy’s eyes glowed faintly crimson. "Tell me something, Max. How is it that I sense such restlessness within your heart? A constant motion, a faint tremor... like something clawing from inside you, trying to get out." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly, his body tensing without his realizing it. + +The copy smiled wider, sensing his reaction. "You feel it too, don’t you? That unease that never goes away. You’ve been running from it ever since you stepped into this place. You distract yourself with battles, trials, power, and endless cultivation... but you never stop long enough to face it." + +It began to walk in a slow circle around him, the mirrored surface rippling under its feet as though the entire lake responded to its movements. "You keep telling yourself that you’ve moved past everything—that you no longer care about your friends, your family, your sister, or the world you left behind. You tell yourself you’ve buried all of it. But that’s a lie." + +Max didn’t move, but his gaze sharpened. + +The copy stopped walking and stared at him directly, its crimson eyes gleaming like twin mirrors reflecting his soul. "You’ve lost faith in everything and everyone. You’ve cut off every bond, buried every emotion, and convinced yourself that only strength matters now. But deep down, you’re still afraid." + +It tilted its head slightly, studying him as if he were an open book. "Afraid that even when you reach the top, even when you become the strongest being in existence... you’ll still feel empty." + +For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air was still, and the surface of the shattered lake reflected two identical figures locked in silence—two sides of the same being standing at the edge of truth and denial. + +Then, the copy smiled again, faintly and coldly. "So tell me, Max Voidwalker," it said softly. "Which one of us is the real you?" + +"You think too much." Max’s tone was calm, devoid of any emotion. + +The moment those words left his mouth, his sword flashed with crimson lightning. The energy rippled through the air like a wave of destruction, and in the next instant, the battlefield erupted into chaos. + +A single step shattered the space beneath him. Lightning coiled around his body like serpents as he vanished, appearing before his copy in a burst of light. His sword swung down in an arc so fast that the air split apart, and a faint sonic boom echoed through the mirrored lake. + +The copy moved at the same time, mirroring Max’s attack perfectly. Two identical blades clashed, releasing a deafening explosion that fractured the nearby fragments of the lake. Ripples of distorted space spread outward, tearing apart everything caught between them. + +The mirrored reflection of the world around them shattered completely. + +Max pushed forward, eyes cold and unblinking, his movements sharp and precise. Each strike of his sword carried immense weight—lightning, flame, and spatial distortion intertwined into a single devastating rhythm. + +The copy, however, fought with equal mastery. It anticipated every swing, countered every move, and even matched Max’s footwork flawlessly. Every time Max accelerated with Extreme Speed, the copy vanished too. Every time he unleashed Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword, the same crimson lightning erupted from his opponent’s blade. + +The clash of their powers lit up the sky in alternating flashes of blue and red. + +"You can’t hide behind silence forever," the copy said, its voice steady even as their swords collided again and again. "Every attack you make is a denial. Every strike is you trying to kill what you refuse to face." + +Max didn’t respond. His expression didn’t change. Only his attacks grew sharper. + +He twisted his wrist, channeling Spatial Distortion into his sword. The very air bent around his blade as he brought it down, collapsing several layers of space into a single point. The resulting impact exploded outward, hurling both of them across the fractured ground. + +Max landed lightly, while the copy slid backward, leaving a trail of cracked reflection beneath its feet. + +The clone laughed softly. "You see? Even your power rejects you. Every law bends to your will, but your heart remains chained." + +Max appeared behind it instantly, silent as death. His sword swung horizontally, covered in roaring black flames from his infernal energy. The impact sent a shockwave through the lake, breaking the surface into countless fragments that floated midair like shattered glass. + +"I don’t care about what you think," Max said coldly as the reflection staggered backward. "You’re just a shadow." + +The copy straightened itself, eyes glowing faintly. "Maybe. But shadows always follow their source." + +It thrust its hand forward, unleashing a pulse of spatial collapse. The ground beneath Max twisted violently as gravity inverted, sending shards of reflection flying upward. Max countered instantly, his own Spatial Collapse nullifying the distortion. + +Both figures rushed forward again, their swords colliding in a dance of absolute precision. Sparks of lightning exploded each time their blades met. + +Neither of them missed a beat. + +Neither of them hesitated. + +Every clash created ripples in the sky, as though two universes were colliding and reforming with each strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1162.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1162.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..09ff9e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1162.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1156: Questions at Max" +slug: "ch-1162" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1162 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The copy smirked between blows. "You’ve convinced yourself that emotions make you weak. But tell me, does this strength you’re chasing make you feel alive?"𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +Max didn’t answer. His eyes were still, colder than steel. + +He pressed his palm against the hilt of his sword, gathering immense power. The space around him trembled as his First Divine Vein — Vein of Origin activated. Divine energy surged through his veins like molten red, flooding the air with raw power. + +The mirrored lake shattered completely under the pressure. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art — Fifth Form: Divine Execution." + +His sword descended like divine judgment, engulfed in black fire and lightning. The impact tore through the clone’s guard and sent it flying backward, crashing into the fractured remains of the lake. + +For the first time, the reflection’s perfect composure broke. Its blade trembled faintly in its grip, and its expression darkened. + +"You think this ends with killing me?" it asked softly. "You can’t destroy me. Because I am you." + +Max’s gaze didn’t waver. His voice was flat, almost indifferent. "Then I’ll kill you every time you appear." + +He vanished again, his sword cutting through the storm of shattered space, his attacks relentless and emotionless. + +The reflection screamed in fury, countering with all its might. + +For every strike Max made, the clone matched it. For every technique he used, the clone responded with the same one. But as the battle dragged on, the difference became clear. The reflection fought to win. + +Max fought to end it. + +Each of his attacks grew heavier, sharper, more ruthless. His aura surged beyond its limits, shaking the entire realm. His eyes glowed like molten red as his sword came down one final time, infused with the combined power of lightning, flame, and divine essence. + +The mirror clone tried to block—but the sheer force crushed through its defense. + +The explosion that followed split the sky itself. + +When the light faded, only one figure remained standing amidst the silent ruins of the Mirror Lake. Max stood motionless, his sword buried deep in the ground, the air around him humming faintly. The mirrored fragments slowly drifted down like falling snow. + +Across from him, his copy was gone—its body scattered into motes of silver light that faded into the wind. + +Max watched it disappear without emotion. "You thought too much," he murmured quietly, before turning back toward the Lotus of Clear Serenity, the battlefield now silent once again. + +"Is it?" + +The voice came from behind him again, calm and taunting, carrying that same tone that mirrored his own. + +Max froze. He didn’t need to look. He already knew who it was. The air behind him shimmered faintly, and the quiet glow of the lake began to twist once more, forming a humanoid outline. + +Turning around slowly, Max saw it—the same figure, the same face, the same red eyes. The body of his copy was being reconstructed piece by piece, shaped by the glowing essence of the Mirror Lake. The liquid light rose from the shattered surface and molded itself into flesh, bone, and energy until his exact duplicate stood there once again, smiling as if it had never been destroyed. + +The clone dusted off its shoulder and gave a faint chuckle. "As I told you," it said, its tone light but dripping with a dark amusement, "you can’t kill me. Because I am you." + +It tilted its head slightly, its reflection flickering across the mirrored fragments still floating in the air. "Neither can you run away from me." + +Max’s expression didn’t change. His sword was still held loosely in his right hand, faint lightning flickering along the blade’s edge. "You’re persistent," he said flatly. + +"Persistent?" The copy laughed softly. "No. Eternal. You can destroy my body, burn my soul, shatter the space around me—but as long as you exist, I exist." + +It began walking toward him, its steps echoing lightly against the half-shattered surface of the lake. "Do you even understand what I am?" it asked, its tone dropping to something quieter, more probing. "I am not an illusion or some test set by the secret domain. I am your reflection, born from the truths you refuse to acknowledge." + +It stopped a few feet away, staring directly into Max’s eyes. "Tell me, what are you truly seeking? You claim strength is all that matters now. You say you’ve abandoned everything else. But what do you want strength for? What meaning is left in your pursuit?" + +The mirrored fragments around them glowed brighter, as if responding to the copy’s words. The faint ripples of light reflected both of them—two identical beings standing in the same world, one cold and silent, the other calm and questioning. + +"Do you fight because you must? Or because it’s the only thing left that reminds you that you exist?" The copy’s smile faded, replaced by something almost thoughtful. "You talk about surpassing gods, demons, and all of existence. But for what? To prove yourself to whom? No one’s watching anymore. The people you once wanted to protect are long behind you. The enemies you once wanted to destroy are only fragments of memory now." + +It took another step closer, the faint ripples spreading beneath its feet. "So why do you still fight?" + +Max said nothing. His eyes were steady, his expression blank. + +The copy chuckled again, shaking its head slightly. "You see, that’s the difference between us. I know why I exist. You don’t. You call me a shadow, but it’s you who’s fading. You’ve emptied yourself of everything until there’s nothing left but power and silence." + +It raised a hand and pointed at Max’s chest again. "In there lies the truth. That restless storm. You can’t suppress it forever. You can kill me again and again, but I’ll keep coming back, because that storm keeps you alive—and that storm is me." + +For a moment, there was silence. The mirrored lake shimmered faintly, reflecting their faces—identical yet divided. + +Finally, Max exhaled slowly and lifted his sword once more. The red lightning around him flared like a storm ready to consume everything in its path. + +"You talk too much," he said coldly, his voice carrying no hint of emotion. + +The copy smiled faintly, its own sword forming once again in its hand, the same lightning dancing along its edge. "Then prove me wrong, Max Voidwalker. Show me that silence can conquer the truth." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1163.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1163.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a69032 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1163.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1157: Can’t be Killed" +slug: "ch-1163" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1163 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1074 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"For just being an inferior copy, you talk too much." Max’s voice was cold, his patience long gone. Black flames surged violently from his body, twisting upward like raging serpents that devoured the air around him. + +The earth beneath his feet cracked, unable to endure the heat radiating from his aura. He could no longer stand the endless mockery of his opponent. It was time to end this. + +Drawing upon the full might of the Flame Tyrant inheritance, Max’s flames flared brighter, deeper, and more violent than before. The dark fire coiled around him, reshaping itself into living armor. His fists were enveloped in black inferno, condensing into a thick gauntlet that pulsed with lethal power. + +The flames along his legs compressed into burning boots that scorched the ground wherever he stepped, while the inferno across his torso molded into a solid chestplate of dark heat, its surface glowing faintly red beneath the shadows. + +The power of his 3rd level Concept of Flames roared to life, magnified several times over. The space around him shimmered as the heat distorted the air, and even the copy before him felt the suffocating wave of destruction rolling forth. + +"Die!" Max’s voice thundered like an executioner’s decree. In the next instant, his figure vanished. The ground exploded beneath where he stood, leaving behind a trail of black fire as he launched forward. + +He reappeared before the copy in less than a heartbeat, his movements so fast they blurred into a streak of shadow and flame. + +His right fist, blazing with condensed infernal might, struck forward with all the fury he could muster. The sound of impact shattered the silence like the roar of a volcano erupting. + +Max’s punch tore through the copy’s chest with a sound like shattering crystal. The reflection’s body convulsed once, its features warping and flickering, before collapsing into a pool of liquid light that hissed and evaporated into the air. + +The Mirror Lake went silent. Only the faint hum of energy echoed through the emptiness. Max stood still, his body wreathed in black fire, his red eyes burning coldly as he stared at the spot where the copy had fallen. + +But then—ripples spread across the surface of the lake. + +From the same light that had vanished moments ago, the shape of the copy began to reform once more. The glow converged, reconstructing its face, its limbs, and the faint smile that Max had already grown sick of. + +"I told you," the reflection said softly, its tone infuriatingly calm. "You can’t kill me." + +Max’s jaw tightened. His silence spoke louder than any words could. The black flames around him surged violently, wrapping his entire figure in a suffocating aura of heat and darkness. + +Without warning, he vanished. + +The air cracked as he appeared directly in front of the copy, his sword swinging upward in a single, perfect motion. The strike carried the destructive force of lightning and space combined, cleaving through the reflection cleanly. The mirror-like body split in half and dissolved into radiant dust once again. + +But before Max could even turn away, the same glow began to reassemble behind him. + +"You can destroy the image," the copy said, stepping out of the light, "but not the mirror."𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +Max didn’t reply. His flames flared again, this time even darker, the heat distorting the air. He clenched his right fist, and black lightning streaked through the fire as he punched forward. The attack exploded with enough force to collapse the ground beneath them, scattering shards of the mirror lake into the air like glass rain. + +The reflection screamed, its form disintegrating under the sheer pressure. + +And then, the same glow gathered again. + +The same face emerged again. + +The same smirk appeared again. + +"Persistent," the copy said, almost laughing. + +That was the final straw. + +The ground cracked beneath him as Max unleashed his power completely. Black flames burst from his body, expanding outward in a wave of annihilation. The entire sky above the lake turned red and black. The heat was so immense that even the air began to melt into shimmering distortion. + +The Flame Tyrant Inheritance awakened fully. + +The flames on his fists condensed double bound, forming a burning gauntlet that gleamed like obsidian glass twice the previous size. His legs were covered in blazing boots of black fire as if he wore an oversized shoe, and his chest burned beneath a chestplate of flame that pulsed with every beat of his heart. + +Every inch of him radiated divine destruction. + +The third-level Concept of Flame roared to life, multiplying in intensity. The ground trembled, unable to bear the weight of his aura. + +"Die." + +That single word left his mouth like a command from a god. + +Max vanished, reappearing before the copy in an instant. His fist struck forward, engulfed in pure darkness and fire. The impact sent shockwaves. The reflection’s body was pierced cleanly, a black hole of flames erupting from the other side. + +The copy’s face froze, its mouth opening as though to speak—but it was too late. + +The flames spread from within, devouring it from the inside out. Its form crumbled, breaking into countless particles of black and silver light that vanished into nothingness. + +The air stilled. + +Then came the faint ripple again. + +The light returned. + +The reflection walked out, unharmed, its expression as calm as ever. + +Max’s eyes darkened. "Enough." + +He attacked again. The ground shattered. The lake boiled. The world burned. + +The reflection died—only to come back. + +Max killed it again. And again. And again. + +Each time, his power grew more violent, his flames fiercer, his strikes faster. The lake was nothing but a storm of fire and distortion now, an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth. Every time he destroyed the reflection, it reformed from the glowing fragments of the lake, smiling that same mocking smile. + +The battle turned into madness. + +The sound of explosions filled the entire Mirror Lake of Souls. Each punch from Max tore apart the surface. Each slash from his sword shattered layers of reality. The lake itself trembled as cracks began to form in its mirrored foundation. + +Max’s breaths became heavy, his body surrounded by waves of black flame that refused to fade. His red eyes glowed brighter, their edges flickering with killing intent. + +The reflection reappeared once more, its tone still calm but its voice faintly distorted. "You can kill me a thousand times, Max. But as long as you live, I’ll never die." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1164.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1164.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..07b37bf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1164.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1158: How?" +slug: "ch-1164" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1164 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s expression turned grim as the reflection formed once again before him. The faint ripples of light that reassembled the copy seemed almost mocking now, glowing softly as if to remind him of his own helplessness. + +He stood silently, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, though his eyes gleamed with cold fury. + +He hadn’t imagined it would be this persistent. No matter how many times he destroyed it—whether with flames, sword, or lightning—it simply came back to life. Again and again. Each time it fell, it reformed from the essence of the Mirror Lake as if nothing had happened. + +It didn’t even seem weakened by his assaults. + +Every strike that could shatter mountains, every technique that could distort space, all of it amounted to nothing before this thing that refused to stay dead. + +The reflection smirked faintly, sensing his frustration. It tilted its head in that same infuriatingly calm manner, the motion eerily similar to Max’s own. "You look tired," it said quietly. "Are you starting to understand now? You can burn me, you can tear me apart, but as long as the lake exists—so will I. You cannot destroy what you are unwilling to face." + +Max didn’t reply. His silence was heavy, sharp as a blade. He could feel it now—killing this copy was meaningless. It wasn’t a battle of power but something deeper. This reflection wasn’t just his double; it was tied to the Mirror Lake itself, a product of its law rather than a living being. + +He exhaled slowly, watching the black flames flicker along his fingertips before fading away. His brows furrowed as he thought, his gaze cold but calculating. + +’Killing it again won’t work,’ he reasoned. ’Every time I destroy it, the lake reconstructs it instantly. It’s not alive in the normal sense. It’s part of this trial... or perhaps part of me.’ + +The realization didn’t bring relief—it only deepened his irritation. The thought of something existing that perfectly mirrored his strength, his mind, and even his essence, yet wasn’t him, grated at his pride. + +The reflection watched him quietly, amusement dancing in its eyes. "You’re thinking of how to kill me again, aren’t you? It’s adorable, really. But don’t you see? This isn’t about killing. It’s about understanding. The more you resist, the more you feed me. The more you fight, the stronger I become." + +"Shut up!" Max’s voice thundered across the Mirror Lake, echoing like the roar of a storm trapped inside a cavern. The air trembled with the weight of his words. A pulse of black flame rippled outward from his body, spreading across the mirrored surface in waves that scorched the reflection of the sky. + +He was losing his patience. Every word that came from the reflection’s mouth was like a blade scraping across his mind. The tone, the calm smirk, the mockery—it was all his own, and that made it worse. The copy spoke with his voice, mimicked his expression, and yet every word it said carried an arrogance that made Max’s blood boil. + +"You know nothing about me," Max said, his tone sharp enough to cut the silence that followed. The flames flickering around his hands grew brighter, the heat bending the air. "You’re just a cheap imitation born from this cursed lake, pretending to understand who I am." + +The reflection smiled faintly, its eyes glowing like twin mirrors reflecting Max’s rage. "Then why are you angry?" it asked softly. "If I’m nothing, why do my words bother you so much?" + +Max’s eyes darkened further, his expression unreadable. The question echoed through his mind for a moment, not because it carried truth, but because it carried audacity. He took a step forward, each footstep sending ripples through the molten light beneath him. + +"You talk too much," he said coldly. "And you think too little." + +The reflection tilted its head, amused by his response. "Oh, I think plenty," it said in a low tone. "I think about how you’ve changed. The boy who once cared about family, about friends, about protecting his world—he’s gone, isn’t he? You’ve replaced him with this cold thing that burns everything it touches. Tell me, Max, are you still human?" + +The moment those words left its mouth, the black flames around Max erupted violently. The surface of the Mirror Lake quaked beneath the pressure. The flames leapt higher, turning the entire space into a furnace of searing heat. + +"Enough," Max growled, his teeth clenched. His aura expanded like a storm, black lightning coursing through the fire. "You think you can question my path? You, a reflection made from glass and light? You exist only because I exist, and that’s your curse." + +The reflection’s smirk faltered slightly, but it didn’t back away. "And yet here I stand," it whispered. "Alive every time you kill me. Perhaps I am not your curse—but your truth." + +Max’s patience snapped. + +"I said shut up!" he roared, his figure blurring as he charged forward. The explosion of power shattered the ground beneath his feet, sending fragments of molten mirror scattering through the air. His fist, wrapped in black flame and lightning, met the reflection’s chest with enough force to crack the world itself. + +The impact was deafening. + +The reflection screamed as its body split in two, the light inside it bursting outward before being consumed entirely by Max’s flames. The black fire spread like a living thing, devouring the fragments until nothing remained but silence and smoke. + +Max stood in the center of the destruction, his breathing steady but his gaze sharp and cold. The heat shimmered around him, the air heavy with power. He looked at the empty space where the reflection had stood and muttered under his breath, his voice low and hard, "You are not me. You will never be me." + +But deep within the molten lake, faint ripples began to form once more. The same silver light started to gather again, quietly rebuilding what had been destroyed. The reflection’s mocking voice returned, soft and faint but unmistakably alive. + +"Then why do you still sound like me, Max?" + +Max’s jaw tightened as his mind raced. He could feel the throbbing in his temples, the tension in his muscles, the cold weight pressing on his chest. ’Damn this!’ he thought bitterly. ’How do I pass this trial and get rid of the copy?’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1165.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1165.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..93d63a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1165.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1159: Max’s Answer" +slug: "ch-1165" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1165 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He understood by now that nothing in this secret domain was without purpose. Every encounter, every beast, every inheritance was a trial meant to push one further. This was no different. If he wanted to take the Lotus of Clear Serenity, if he wanted to destroy his reflection once and for all, he would have to find a way to complete this trial. + +But how? + +He had killed the reflection a hundred times over. Each time he crushed it, it returned without a scratch, with that same mocking smile and those same infuriating eyes. No matter what power he used—his flames, his lightning, even his divine strength—it was useless. It always came back, whole and taunting, its words sharper than any blade. + +Across the shimmering lake, the reflection appeared once again. Its form rose out of the glowing surface like a ghost of the mirror, slowly rebuilding itself until it looked exactly like him. + +"You look thoughtful, Max," it said quietly, its tone soft but laced with derision. "You keep fighting, but you don’t even know what you’re fighting anymore, do you? Is it me you want to destroy, or the part of yourself you can’t stand to face?" + +Max’s eyes narrowed. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. "I don’t have time for this nonsense," he said coldly. "You’re nothing but a mistake, an aberrant created from the trial of the mirror lake." + +The reflection chuckled, the sound eerily similar to his own laughter. "A mistake? No, Max. I’m what’s left of you—the part you buried. The part you’ve been running away from ever since you decided to stop caring about anything." + +"Stop talking." + +The reflection ignored him and took a step closer, its bare feet rippling the surface of the mirrored water. "You know what this trial is, don’t you?" it asked with a faint smile. "It isn’t about killing. It isn’t about strength or power. It’s about acceptance. The trial will only end when you stop running away from yourself." + +Max’s expression darkened, but the reflection continued, relentless in its tone. + +"Why did you change, Max?" it asked, its voice rising, echoing through the lake like a thousand overlapping whispers. "You used to fight for something. You used to care. You used to burn with purpose, not just with rage. What happened? When did you decide to stop believing in people? When did you decide to stop believing in yourself?" + +"I said stop talking!" Max roared, his voice echoing across the entire lake as black flames erupted around him. The water hissed and boiled under his feet, and the air distorted from the sheer intensity of his aura. + +The reflection only smiled wider. "You can’t silence me, Max. You can’t silence the truth. You keep calling me a cheap copy, a reflection, a fake, but deep down you know that I’m not lying. You hate me because I remind you of who you were." + +"Who I was doesn’t matter anymore," Max said coldly, his voice low but heavy with conviction. "That person is gone." + +The reflection tilted its head slightly. "Gone? No, he’s still inside you. That’s why you’re stuck here. This trial is forcing you to face him. The only way out is to stop denying what you’ve become. Accept the truth. Accept me. Only then will the Mirror Lake release you."𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Max didn’t answer. He just stared at his reflection, his breath slow and deliberate, though his heart was pounding in his chest. + +The reflection took another step closer, its eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "You’ve become indifferent to everything," it said, its voice dropping to a whisper that still managed to echo across the mirrored lake. "You don’t care about your friends. You don’t care about your sister. You don’t care about the world you once swore to protect. You threw them all away just so you could chase power. Tell me, was it worth it?" + +"Enough!" Max shouted again, his flames rising higher, the ground around him cracking under the strain. + +But the reflection wasn’t finished. Its expression changed—it was no longer mocking but grim, almost sorrowful. "You can’t pass this trial until you answer," it said. "You can kill me a thousand times, you can burn the world around us to ashes, but until you admit why you became like this, you’ll never move forward. The Mirror Lake is a reflection of your soul, Max. You can’t destroy it. You can only understand it." + +The air grew heavy. + +The flames surrounding Max flickered, the intensity fading for just a moment as his fists loosened. His breathing became rough, uneven, as though something deep inside him was stirring—something he didn’t want to face. + +The reflection looked at him one last time, its voice low, calm, and final. + +"So tell me, Max... why did you change? Why did you stop believing in everyone you swore to protect? Why did you stop caring?" + +The words echoed endlessly through the Mirror Lake, sinking deep into Max’s mind. For the first time since entering this trial, he didn’t respond with anger or violence. + +He just stood there, silent, his reflection staring back at him—not as an enemy, but as the truth he had been avoiding all along. + +"I didn’t change," Max said quietly after a long silence. His voice was calm, but there was a faint heaviness in it, the kind that came from someone finally confronting something they had buried deep for far too long. He looked at his reflection, and for the first time, he didn’t look angry. He looked... tired. "I didn’t stop thinking about anyone," he went on, his tone steady. "It’s just that I’ve started walking the path I think is right for me." + +He took a slow breath, and his gaze dropped slightly to the rippling surface of the Mirror Lake. "My friends back in the world... my parents, whom I still haven’t found... and my sister, who refuses to even meet me... I care for all of them. Truly, from the bottom of my heart." + +His voice softened for a moment, the faintest trace of emotion flickering through his eyes. "And there’s Alice, the person I love the most right now... and Lenavira too. I’ve never stopped caring about them. Not even once." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1166.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1166.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b2c8d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1166.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1160: Doubt of the Reflection!" +slug: "ch-1166" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1166 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1209 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He paused then, his expression changing. The air around him grew still, as if even the flames that always surrounded him had quieted to listen. "But there’s a part of me," he said slowly, "a part that became empty. Not because I wanted it to, but because it couldn’t take the pain anymore." + +His fists clenched faintly at his sides. "Every time I lost someone, every time I trusted and got betrayed, every time I hoped for something only to watch it crumble—I felt something inside me break. It wasn’t that I stopped feeling. It was that I couldn’t handle feeling it anymore. The pain, the helplessness, the disappointment—it kept piling up until I couldn’t bear it. So I stopped expecting anything. I stopped hoping for anything. I thought it would make it easier." + +He looked up again, his red and blue eyes glimmering faintly against the mirrored light. "And it did, for a while. But it also made me lose sight of myself. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I didn’t know why I was fighting, or for whom. I was just... moving. Like a machine trying to stay alive." + +There was a long pause after that. The reflection said nothing, only watched him with quiet intensity. + +Max then continued, his tone firmer now. "But then, I realized something. Power alone isn’t meaningless if it gives me the freedom to protect what I still care about. If I’m strong enough, I won’t have to lose anyone again. I won’t have to rely on anyone. I won’t have to watch everything I care about be destroyed." + +He lifted his head, his expression sharpening, his aura rising faintly again, though no longer wild. It was calm, balanced. "That’s when I understood. I don’t need to chase after old dreams or depend on others to give me purpose. I just have to be the strongest. Because if I become strong enough, I can bend the world to my will. I can change the very fate that keeps taking things away from me." + +His gaze hardened as he spoke the last words. "So no, I didn’t change. I’m still me. I still care. But I refuse to be weak again. I refuse to be the man who watches helplessly while everything he loves is taken away. This is my path now. I will keep moving forward—no matter what I lose, no matter who stands in my way." + +The lake was silent after he finished. Even the reflection didn’t speak for a while. It only looked at him, its expression no longer mocking or cold. There was something different in its eyes now—something like understanding. + +For the first time, it smiled—not the cruel, taunting smile of a mirror meant to break him, but a faint, calm one. "So that’s your answer," it said softly. However, it didn’t look satisfied with Max’s answer. + +The reflection’s eyes glimmered faintly as its expression suddenly darkened, the surface of the Mirror Lake rippling around them as if reacting to the words Max had spoken. "Tell me," it said, its voice echoing through the still air, "how much of that is truth, and how much is a lie?" The reflection’s gaze pierced deep, trying to see past the calm mask that Max wore, searching for even a hint of deceit. + +Max did not flinch. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face, quiet but confident. "You think too much," he said slowly, his tone calm yet sharp. "Those words came from the bottom of my heart. I have no reason to lie about such things." + +"You are lying." The reflection said calmly. It looked at Max as if it could see through Max’s very soul. "I know you are lying. If you have answered truly, I would have ceased to exist and the lotus would have been yours but that is not the case is it?" + +It mocked at Max. "My very existence is proof that whatever yous said just is a pure lie." + +For the first time it looked very angry. As if Max’s answer had truly angered the reflection. + +"You think I care about that?" Max sneered. "What I said is truth and if you don’t believe in them then there is nothing I can do. But don’t think for a moment that just because I couldn’t pass the trial I couldn’t take away the lotus." + +The instant those words left his mouth, the atmosphere shifted. The stillness of the Mirror Lake shattered like glass under the weight of his rising aura. Max’s right arm began to glow, golden light surging through his veins like molten metal coursing through divine channels. His pulse quickened as his body resonated with the dormant power within him. + +Then it happened. A brilliant golden vein erupted across his skin, spreading from his chest to his arms, his neck, and then across his entire body like a network of blazing rivers. The air vibrated under the pressure of the Divine energy leaking from him. It was the power of the First Divine Vein — the Vein of Origin — the purest and most primal form of physical might in existence. + +The ground beneath Max cracked violently. Tremors ran across the Mirror Lake as ripples turned into crashing waves. The entire world within the trial quaked in protest. The reflection’s face twisted in disbelief as it felt the sheer, unrestrained might that Max was now channeling. The golden veins on his body pulsed like the heartbeat of a god. + +Max clenched his fist, golden sparks bursting outward as arcs of radiant energy tore through the space around him. "If words cannot move you," he said, his voice carrying over the roaring tremors, "then let strength decide." + +He stomped his foot once, and the Mirror Lake shattered beneath him like fragile glass. Cracks spread in every direction, cutting through the reflection’s world. The sky trembled, the water split apart, and the protective sphere around the lotus flickered as if the space holding it together was about to collapse. + +Max raised his glowing arm, his veins blazing brighter than ever. "Vein of Origin — Full Strength!" he roared. He drove his fist into the ground. + +The golden impact exploded like the wrath of creation itself. The Mirror Lake disintegrated under the blow. Waves of divine force radiated outward, flattening everything in their path. + +"NOOOO- You LIER!" The reflection screamed as its form fractured like a broken mirror, shards of its body dissolving into golden mist. The lake, the illusion, and even the sky above began to collapse, breaking apart piece by piece until nothing remained. + +When the tremors finally ceased, the world was silent once more. The once-pristine Mirror Lake had been reduced to a plain of shattered glass and dust. The protective sphere around the lotus had vanished completely, and the lotus now floated quietly in front of Max, untouched but free. + +Max extended his hand and caught it gently. The golden light from his veins dimmed as he drew a deep breath, steadying his heart. "I can only do this if you don’t like my answers." + +The fractured world continued to crumble behind him, but Max no longer cared. The trial had been broken, and the lotus was now his. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1167.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1167.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9a5ab17 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1167.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1161: Shock of the others" +slug: "ch-1167" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1167 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1155 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Taking the lotus carefully, Max placed it within his dimensional space, ensuring its energy was fully contained and stable. The pale blue petals glowed faintly even inside the dimensional barrier, releasing a gentle light that felt like calm ripples across his soul. + +It was said that the Lotus of Clear Serenity could purify any curse, no matter how deep or complex, and erase all corruption from the soul and body. That was exactly what Lenavira needed. She had been suffering under the weight of a terrible curse for too long, and now Max finally had the means to help her. + +He looked once more at the now-ruined Mirror Lake, which had become nothing more than a crater of fractured glass and mist, before turning away without hesitation. His expression was calm, unreadable, but inside there was a quiet sense of determination. ’This lotus will help her,’ he thought. ’I owe her that much.’ + +He spread his aura, creating a small ripple in space that distorted the surrounding area, and then vanished in a flicker of blue and gold light. His figure reappeared far away, near the edge of the inner region, where the air was quieter and undisturbed by the presence of other geniuses. + +His plan was simple—find a secluded area, seal it off completely, and create a safe environment where Lenavira could use the lotus to cleanse herself from the curse that bound her. + +But he had barely left when the silence he had broken began to fill with noise. One after another, figures appeared in the ruins of the Mirror Lake. They were all geniuses from various worlds and forces—each bearing marks of exhaustion and curiosity. The explosion of light and energy from Max’s destruction of the trial had drawn them like moths to a flame. + +The first of them, a young man clad in golden robes, landed on a shattered ledge and looked around at the devastation with wide eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he muttered, scanning the crater where the Mirror Lake once stood. "The entire trial area... it’s gone." + +Another genius arrived beside him, her eyes sharp and alert. "Gone? It’s more than gone. It’s destroyed. It was as though someone used something very powerful to smash this area to collapse completely." + +Soon, more arrived. Their voices began to rise, overlapping in disbelief. + +"Damn! Who the hell was that person? He destroyed an entire trial area here!" one of them exclaimed, his tone mixed with awe and fear. + +"I know," another replied. "I attempted this trial myself before. I couldn’t even make it past the third test, and I was forced to leave. The Mirror Lake was one of the strongest trial regions in the entire inner domain. How could anyone destroy it completely?" + +"Not even geniuses at the Divine Rank could have that kind of strength," a third said, shaking his head. "This shouldn’t be possible. The trial zones are built by the domain’s laws. They can reset and heal themselves, but this..." He gestured to the wide crater filled with mist. "This is permanent destruction. Whoever did this didn’t just win the trial. They shattered its existence." + +A quiet murmur spread among the crowd as one of them finally voiced the name that was on everyone’s mind. + +"Could it be him?" a tall youth asked in a hushed tone. "The two–golden-crowned genius?" + +The others immediately turned toward him. "You mean that guy who killed another golden-crowned genius?" + +"Yes," the youth said firmly. "It’s said he fought another golden crowned genius and took his crown for himself. Some even claim he forced one of the golden-crowned geniuses to flee. He’s not someone ordinary. If anyone here could destroy an entire trial area, it would be him." + +"I’ve heard of him too," another added. "He’s the same one who obtained the highest rank reward in the Space Trial Region, isn’t he? Nero himself participated in that trial, but it was said he didn’t stand a chance against him." + +"That’s right." + +The air was heavy with silence for a moment as they all gazed at the fractured ground before them. The Mirror Lake of Souls, one of the grandest trials of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, had been reduced to nothing but dust and distorted space. + +To destroy something like this wasn’t just an act of strength—it was a declaration that the laws of the domain themselves could be bent and broken. + +A faint breeze swept through, carrying shards of reflected light that glimmered for a moment before vanishing completely. + +One of the geniuses spoke softly, almost in reverence. "If it really was him... then he might truly be the strongest one of us here." + +The others remained silent, the weight of that realization settling over them. + +Far away, unaware of the awe and fear he had left behind, Max continued walking through the forested edge of the inner region. The sky above him shimmered faintly, still reacting to the distortion his golden energy had caused. He felt no pride in what he had done, no satisfaction from the whispers that would soon spread about him. + +All that mattered was Lenavira—and the promise he had made to himself.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +Arriving at the outer edges of the core region, Max took a slow look around. The landscape here was much quieter than the rest of the inner regions he had traversed. + +The air was dense with energy, yet calm, and the trees here were towering giants with thick trunks that looked as if they had been standing for thousands of years. Their canopies intertwined high above, casting long shadows that covered the ground like a dim veil. + +After walking for a while, Max’s gaze landed on a particularly large tree. At its base was a hollow opening wide enough for him to fit comfortably inside. The edges of the hole were smooth, shaped by time and nature, and the inside was dry and surprisingly spacious. It felt secluded and undisturbed, the kind of place where no one would easily find him. + +"This place will do," Max murmured to himself. He stepped closer, bent down slightly, and entered the hollow. The scent of aged wood and damp soil filled the small chamber, but the quiet that lingered there made it perfect for what he needed. + +Once inside, Max sat cross-legged and closed his eyes for a moment to focus. With a calm thought, he extended his soul force and wove it together with the Concept of Space, forming a complex veil around the area. + +The energy rippled faintly before stabilizing, creating a layered barrier that distorted any form of detection from the outside world. No spiritual sense, no divine sense, not even the most sensitive perception could locate him here. + +When he was certain everything was secure, he exhaled softly. "Now then..." he whispered, and his consciousness shifted. His spirit detached from his physical form as he entered his Dimension of Spirit. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1168.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1168.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acc1033 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1168.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1162: Healing Lenavira" +slug: "ch-1168" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1168 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1227 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Inside the Dimension of Spirit, the atmosphere was different. The air was clearer, and the light that filled the space had a soft blue hue. The energy here was calm but profound, flowing endlessly like an ocean breeze. + +Max appeared directly in the central area, where Lenavira lay on an ethereal platform of light. Her body was motionless, her dark skin glowing faintly with streaks of dark energy that pulsed in rhythm with her shallow breathing. Her once vibrant elven features were marred by the visible traces of the curse, faint cracks of shadow running across her arms and neck like marks of corruption. + +Nearby stood Blob and Tian. The two had been working tirelessly to keep her condition from worsening. Blob’s form glimmered faintly, his presence suffused with a powerful soul energy that radiated warmth, while Tian’s hands were pressed together, releasing steady waves of spiritual force of the Dimension that kept Lenavira’s life essence stable. + +"Max, you’re here," Blob said, glancing at him with a relieved expression. + +Tian turned as well, his usually calm face now showing a trace of urgency. "Master, use the lotus right now," he urged. "Her condition is deteriorating faster than before. We can’t delay any longer." + +Hearing Tian’s words, Max felt his chest tighten. His gaze fell on Lenavira again. She was still in her Dark Elf state, her long silver hair resting loosely across her shoulders, but her expression kept changing as if she were trapped in an unending nightmare. + +Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she seemed to tremble faintly, and every now and then her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something—but no sound came out. + +Max felt a sharp pain in his heart. Seeing her like this was unbearable. "Don’t worry," he said softly, his voice low but firm. "I’ll cure you for sure." + +With that, he extended his hand and brought out a glowing sphere from his dimensional space. Inside it floated the Lotus of Clear Serenity. The moment it appeared, the entire Dimension of Spirit was illuminated by a soft golden light. The petals of the lotus were radiant, their glow gentle yet powerful, exuding a purity that seemed capable of washing away all darkness in existence.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +Max released the sphere, and it drifted forward toward Lenavira. As it neared her, the protective layer surrounding the lotus cracked open soundlessly and dissolved into light particles. The lotus hovered above her body, spinning slowly in the air. Golden rays descended from its petals, enveloping her completely in a warm, radiant glow. + +Blob crossed his arms and watched closely, his ethereal eyes narrowing with focus. "Hmm. The Lotus of Clear Serenity truly lives up to its legend," he murmured. "Its power is ancient and pure. Look—her energy flow is stabilizing. The curse is beginning to lose its grip." + +Max looked closely as well. The dark marks on Lenavira’s body began to fade ever so slightly. The once violent pulse of the curse energy grew weaker, and her breathing became steadier. For the first time in a long while, a faint sense of calm appeared on her face. + +Blob nodded approvingly. "Her condition is improving. The lotus is definitely working. Its purification force is erasing the corruption from her soul and body alike." + +His voice then lowered as his tone turned serious. "However, the curse that binds her is not a simple one. Whoever placed it must have used a power that defies normal laws. The lotus will erase it completely, but it will take time. It could be days—or even weeks—before she is fully freed." + +Max’s expression softened, and he nodded slowly. "As long as she recovers, that’s all that matters." + +He took a seat beside her glowing form, his gaze never leaving her. The golden light continued to shine across the Dimension of Spirit, reflecting softly in his eyes. He could feel the divine warmth brushing against his soul, bringing him a strange sense of peace. + +He could see the golden energy weaving into her very being, pushing back the dark tendrils of the curse that had bound her for so long. Every pulse of light from the lotus seemed to weaken the shadowy marks that had tainted her body and soul. + +He could feel it—her essence was slowly becoming lighter, purer. Yet, even with that visible improvement, Max knew the process would not be quick. + +The curse that had taken root in Lenavira’s body was not a common one. It was ancient and malicious, something that had likely been crafted with divine power. The lotus was powerful enough to cleanse it, but such a deep corruption would take time to remove completely. + +"The light is working," Max said quietly, his tone thoughtful. "But it will take a long while before it’s all gone." + +Standing beside him, Tian nodded in agreement, though his expression carried no worry. He looked confident, even a little proud. "Master," he said softly, his voice calm but firm, "leave Lenavira to me and Blob. With the Lotus of Clear Serenity helping her, she will recover faster than before. The lotus will continuously feed her body and soul with its divine essence. And with the blessings of the Dimension of Spirit nurturing her from within, she will heal completely." + +Blob’s glowing form bobbed once in approval. "Tian is right," he said in his usual deep, serene tone. "Here, inside your Dimension of Spirit, no external interference can reach her. The environment here bends to your will, and the lotus is now in resonance with your soul. Together, this creates a perfect condition for purification and recovery. Lenavira is safe." + +Max listened to them quietly, and a rare feeling of relief washed through him. For the first time since she had been cursed, he wasn’t filled with that constant sense of fear or helplessness. Seeing her surrounded by the golden light, breathing steadily, he finally allowed himself to relax. + +He gave a small nod. "Good," he said softly. "Then I’ll leave her to the both of you." + +For a few seconds, he simply watched Lenavira sleep. Her face, once twisted with pain and shadow, now looked peaceful under the golden light. The faint movement of her chest with each breath gave him reassurance that she would recover. + +Then, shifting his gaze, Max asked, "How are things with the dragon egg and the spirits that followed it?" + +Tian’s expression brightened slightly at the question. "They are doing very well, Master," he said with a faint smile. "The dragon egg has been resting deep within the core of the Dimension of Spirit, absorbing energy from the environment you created. The nurturing force here is extraordinary. If my calculations are right, it will hatch by the time you ascend to the Divine Realm." + +Max’s eyes flickered slightly with surprise. "So soon?" he asked. + +Tian nodded confidently. "Yes, Master. Its soul force is growing stronger every day. I can sense the life within it beginning to move. When the time comes, it will awaken naturally." + +Blob floated closer and added, "As for the spirits, I’ve been guiding them in your absence. With the strength of this dimension supporting them, they’ve evolved much faster than before. They’ve learned to channel the spiritual essence here and even begun forming a proper society among themselves." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "A society?" he repeated. "You mean they’ve organized themselves?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1169.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1169.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c048192 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1169.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1163: A society of spirits" +slug: "ch-1169" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1169 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1295 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Blob’s glowing form pulsed with amusement. "More than that," he said. "They’ve built what they call a colony—a settlement of their own. They live together now, cooperating under one belief. The dragon egg has become their symbol of divinity. They regard it as their god."𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Max blinked, genuinely surprised. "A colony of spirits... and they worship the dragon egg?" + +"Exactly," Blob said with a low chuckle. "They built a small city around it—structures formed entirely of condensed soul energy. It’s a sight worth seeing, Master. You’ll be surprised by how advanced they’ve become." + +Tian extended his hand and conjured a portal, the rippling blue gateway opening before them. "Would you like to see it for yourself?" he asked with a faint smile. + +Max nodded, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "Let’s go." + +Together, they stepped through the portal. + +As the world around him shifted, Max felt a familiar sensation wash over him—the flow of spiritual essence in motion. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing on a vast, glowing plain filled with structures that seemed carved from light itself. Towering spires of translucent energy rose from the ground, and threads of soul essence weaved through the air like streams of living light. + +At the center of it all lay the dragon egg, nestled upon a crystalline pedestal that emitted waves of pure, ancient power. Dozens—no, hundreds—of small spirits floated around it, their forms shimmering faintly. Some bowed in reverence, others sang in a language that resonated through the soul rather than the ears. The sight was both serene and awe-inspiring. + +Max took a slow breath, his gaze steady. "They really built all this?" he asked softly. + +Tian smiled faintly. "Yes, Master. Under Blob’s guidance, they learned to use the spiritual essence to build and create. It’s a civilization in its earliest stage." + +Blob nodded, his glowing body flickering with quiet pride. "And this is only the beginning. Once the dragon hatches, this colony will evolve even further. The spirits will follow it as their protector and god." + +Max looked at the egg once more, the faint pulse of power from within echoing against his soul. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then a faint smile curved his lips. "Good," he said quietly. "Let them grow. When that dragon hatches, it will have a world waiting for it." + +Just as Max stood watching the colony, a soft hum filled the air. The spirits, who had been hovering near the dragon egg moments ago, suddenly stopped what they were doing. As if sensing his arrival, all of them turned at once toward him. Their bodies glowed brighter, releasing trails of shimmering light that floated through the air like golden dust. + +Then, in a single wave of motion, they began to fly toward him. Hundreds of spirits moved in unison, their energy pulsing rhythmically, almost like a heartbeat. They surrounded Max, hovering near his shoulders, head, and arms. + +Some brushed gently against him as if greeting him, while others circled him with a faint melodic hum that echoed through the Dimension of Spirit. It was as though they were trying to express their affection without words—showing gratitude and reverence through the purest form of energy. + +Max couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There was something oddly comforting about being surrounded by these small, glowing entities. Their energy was gentle, not chaotic like the power he often wielded in battle. It was soft and warm—almost like being enveloped in pure harmony. + +But as he watched them move joyfully around him, a sudden thought crossed his mind. He turned his gaze toward Blob, who floated a few steps away, observing the scene with quiet satisfaction. "Why can’t they speak?" Max asked after a moment of silence. "They seem... aware. Almost intelligent. But I haven’t heard a single one of them make a sound." + +Blob turned toward him, his glowing body pulsing slightly, as if amused by the question. "They aren’t at that stage of evolution yet," he explained with a faint smile. "Spirits, like all beings, grow in stages. There are three main stages of evolution for our kind. These young ones are still in the first stage. At this stage, their forms are unstable, and their consciousness is limited. They can understand emotions and commands, but they lack the complexity needed for speech or individual thought." + +"I see," Max said thoughtfully, watching the small spirits as they danced around him. "And what about the next stages?" + +"The second stage of evolution," Blob continued, "is when a spirit develops a stable consciousness and gains the ability to think, speak, and act independently. It’s also the stage where a spirit can begin to use spiritual energy for more refined abilities, like shaping matter or affecting reality. The third stage is extremely rare—it’s when a spirit becomes a true spiritual being, capable of bending the laws of existence itself. At that stage, we no longer rely on form or even the concept of individuality." + +Max nodded, his eyes flickering with interest. "And what stage are you in right now?" + +Blob smirked, his form pulsing with a faint golden hue. "I’m currently at the second stage of evolution," he said proudly. "It took me a long time to reach it, but now I’m close to the final stage. I just need a little more time, and perhaps a bit more soul essence, to take that final step." + +A faint smile curved Max’s lips. "Good. I hope you reach that stage by the time I ascend to the Divine Realm." + +Blob’s glow brightened slightly, almost like a proud flame. "I’ll do my best." he said with determination. "You’ve given me this opportunity, so I’ll make sure not to disappoint you." + +Max could sense the sincerity in his voice. He knew Blob understood what lay ahead. The Divine Realm was a place where strength alone didn’t guarantee survival. The geniuses there were monsters compared to the ones he had fought so far. If Blob wanted to be useful there, he would need to evolve further. + +Satisfied with the response, Max shifted the conversation. "By the way, how is the spirit seed I sowed?" he asked curiously. "Has there been any progress?" + +Blob’s glow flickered in affirmation. "It’s doing well," he said. "The seed has already rooted itself deep within the core of this dimension. It’s absorbing the soul essence of the environment and slowly taking shape. It won’t be long before it fully blooms." + +Max nodded, a small spark of satisfaction lighting his eyes. "Good. Once it blooms, this entire dimension will evolve further. The connection between it and my soul will grow stronger." + +Blob and Tian both nodded in agreement. The Dimension of Spirit was, after all, a reflection of Max’s own soul. Any growth within it meant his own spiritual foundation was strengthening as well. + +After a few moments of silence, Max turned toward both of them. "Alright," he said finally. "I’ll leave everything here to you two. Watch over Lenavira and make sure the lotus continues to heal her. Call me the moment she awakens from her deep sleep." + +Tian bowed slightly, his tone steady and respectful. "You can rest assured, Master. We will take care of everything." + +Blob also nodded, his form flickering softly. "You have nothing to worry about here," he said. + +Max gave them both a final nod. "Good." + +Then, without another word, his figure began to fade. His body shimmered with silver light as his consciousness withdrew from the Dimension of Spirit. The last thing he saw before vanishing completely was the gentle golden glow of the lotus spreading through the air and the faint hum of the spirits singing softly as they returned to their colony. + +And then, in the next instant, Max was gone. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-117.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-117.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ed4656 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-117.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 117: Falling Lake" +slug: "ch-117" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 117 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1199 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max pondered deeply over his situation for minutes as he stared at the white section of the Tai Chi diagram. ’Either breaking the door to the Soul Palace before reaching level 10 of Apprentice Rank is more difficult, or I need more points in my Soul stat,’ he thought, contemplating. + +"Either way, I need to get some more points for my Soul stat. Only then will I be able to break open the door to the Soul Palace," Max muttered to himself, glancing at the white part of the Tai Chi diagram one last time before vanishing from there. + +When Max opened his eyes, he was back in his body. It surprised him because he had expected to be in the Dimension of Time. ’It seems that to enter the mind region, I need to exit the Dimension of Time,’ he thought. + +Max quickly understood what had happened. His consciousness had already been within the Dimension of Time, a separate and unique space. When he tried to enter his mind region from there, the connection was redirected. + +Since the mind region was fundamentally tethered to his physical body, his consciousness had no choice but to return to its origin—his body—before it could access the mind region. + +It was a bizarre chain of transitions, but it made sense in hindsight. The Dimension of Time existed on a different plane, or so Max thought, outside the usual boundaries of the body and soul. + +For his consciousness to navigate between these realms, it had to follow the natural order, moving through the anchor of his body before venturing deeper. + +"I need to increase my Soul stat, and to do that, I need monsters with high soul power," Max muttered, as he checked the extranet for dungeons that might harbor such monsters. + +However, despite his extensive search, Max couldn’t find any dungeons with soul-type monsters. Instead, every dungeon he explored or researched featured elemental-type beasts or other common varieties. The absence of soul-specific creatures in these dungeons frustrated him. + +Frowning, Max shifted his focus to a broader search, looking up general information on soul-type monsters. Numerous articles surfaced, detailing various rare and mythical creatures. + +Yet, disappointingly, very few were truly soul-type beasts, and those that were lacked concrete information about their habitats or origins. + +"Nothing useful," Max muttered, frustration mounting as he skimmed through page after page. The details were either vague legends or incomplete reports, leaving him no closer to his goal. + +’Soul-type beasts are rare, I guess.’ He sighed, but he needed to devour the corpses of these types of monsters if he hoped to increase his Soul stat. + +After a while, he came across an article about ’The Forsaken Wilds.’ It mentioned an area near the forbidden land in the Outer Circle, where many different types of beasts and treasures were found. + +Some of the monsters there were capable of soul-type attacks, which piqued Max’s interest. + +"This area is called Falling Lake," Max muttered as he read more about the place. + +Apparently, this area had a river called Falling River, which came directly from The Forsaken Wilds. This caused the region to give birth to various types of beasts and monsters, as well as some miraculous treasures. + +"There is no mention of any soul-type monsters in any dungeon, so the best course of action would be for me to go to this Falling Lake." Max frowned, doing more research on the place. + +After ten minutes of scrolling, he understood the gist of Falling Lake. + +"Falling Lake is like a mini version of The Forsaken Wilds… So, it hosts all kinds of monsters and treasures, but it’s also a very dangerous place," Max muttered, his tone somber. + +Only those at the peak of Adept Rank dared to venture into Falling Lake, while Apprentice Rank hunters stayed as far away from the area as possible. + +Because of this, despite being rich in resources, the area had been largely avoided by low-level hunters. For them, a dungeon was sufficient. But for those at the Adept Rank, who wanted to earn a fortune, they came to this place to try their luck. + +"I’ll ask Uncle Ralph about this Falling Lake," Max decided, before entering the Dimension of Time once again. Continue reading at freewebnovel + +This time, he wouldn’t train his skills, but instead, he would work on strengthening them on his own. + +Standing in the white world, Max extended his hands and used both Magic Sword Bullet and Magic Sword Barrage simultaneously. + +A small sword and a normal-sized sword, gleaming with a blue glow, appeared floating above Max’s hands. But that wasn’t all—around him, hundreds of such small and normal swords appeared, poised to launch. + +"Now, let’s see…" Max muttered, focusing on the two swords floating in his hands. His brows furrowed in concentration. + +As if casting a spell, red flames began to spark on the bluish surface of the swords. In just a moment, the sparks turned into blazing flames that covered the two swords completely. + +"I’ve done it," Max exclaimed, laughter escaping his lips as his face lit up with pure excitement. + +It wasn’t just the two swords floating above his hands, blazing brilliantly with flames, that made him happy. That was an ability he had mastered long before starting his grueling training in Flame Aura. + +What truly thrilled him was the transformation happening around him. Not only were the swords in his hands blazing with fire, but every sword hovering behind him had ignited as well, each one burning with the same fierce intensity. + +Previously, he had been forced to channel Flame Aura into each sword individually, a tedious process that made it impractical for combat. But now, after three long months—or, for him, years of relentless practice within the Dimension of Time—he had reached a breakthrough. + +By concentrating his Flame Aura on just two swords, the flames would automatically spread, igniting the others in perfect harmony. + +This newfound mastery wasn’t merely the result of repetitive effort. It stemmed from his deepened understanding of Flame Aura, honed over countless hours of training, and his comprehensive grasp of Infernal Coating, a skill that had become the backbone of his fiery arsenal. + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he watched the swords blazing in flames. "Let’s not forget," he mused with a satisfied smile, "all these swords are identical and linked to the same two skills." + +Dismissing the blazing swords with a casual wave of his hand, Max reached into his spatial space and drew out his personal sword. + +"Now that everything else is settled," he muttered, his voice steady, "it’s time to focus on merging Sword Aura and Flame Aura." + +His grip tightened around the hilt as his thoughts drifted back to his fierce battle against Five and Veylin. That fight had been a harsh awakening. + +Though his superimposed Level 1 Sword Aura and Flame Aura had been powerful, they had barely held their ground against a fully developed Level 2 aura. + +The gap in strength had been glaring. + +That realization had only fueled his obsession. The idea of truly merging the two auras—blending their strengths into a unified force—had become an all-consuming goal. + +And now, he was ready to take the next step. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1170.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1170.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dafb6a4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1170.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1164: Frostfire Beasts" +slug: "ch-1170" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1170 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After leaving the Dimension of Spirit, Max opened his eyes slowly, finding himself once again in the quiet forest at the edge of the core region. The air around him was still heavy with energy, thick enough to feel like a tangible weight on his skin. + +His veil of spatial concealment dispersed with a ripple, and the natural sounds of the secret domain returned—the faint hum of distorted energy, the distant roars of beasts, and the occasional pulse of spiritual force echoing from faraway trials. + +He stepped out of his hiding place and stretched his limbs slightly. His body felt steady and light, his strength more refined than before. The Dimension of Spirit had a strange effect on him; every time he entered and exited it, his control over his own power became smoother, more natural, as if the link between his physical self and his spiritual core was deepening. + +Looking around, Max realized that the area he had entered earlier—the Mirror Lake of Souls—was positioned right at the transition between the inner and core regions of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +The Mirror Lake acted as a boundary, a passage that separated the two major trial zones. Now that he had left that region behind, he was officially standing at the edge of the core region. Beyond this point, the trials would no longer be about comprehension alone—they would test one’s understanding of existence itself. + +Max exhaled deeply, his eyes sharp with focus. "This is where the real challenges begin," he murmured to himself. + +By now, he had already advanced his Concept of Space and Concept of Sword to the fourth level—Spatial Collapse and Severing the Intangible. Both of these had given him strength and precision far beyond what he once thought possible. + +Yet, there was still a sense of incompleteness within him. His Concept of Flames and Concept of Lightning remained stuck at the third level, unable to break through. + +And Max wanted to enter the core region with at least three of his four concepts at 4th level. + +"There must be a trial for flames somewhere nearby," he said quietly as he reached into his dimensional space and took out the parchment map given to him by Lord Igris. The map was etched with glowing silver ink, and the symbols shifted faintly when infused with spiritual energy. + +He spread it open before him, channeling a thread of mana into it. The parchment shimmered faintly, revealing the various trial locations marked across the vast layout of the secret domain. His eyes moved slowly across the markings—some indicated known elemental trials, while others bore the sigils of ancient ruins or inheritance fields. + +His gaze stopped when he noticed a particular marking near the very edge of the core region. The symbol glowed faintly red and blue, intertwining like twin serpents spiraling around each other. The markings there represented both fire and ice. + +"A flame trial?" Max whispered, frowning slightly. But the presence of the ice symbol beside it made him hesitate. The area wasn’t labeled clearly; the map simply called it The Valley of Frozen Ash. The name itself was strange—how could something be both frozen and burned at once? + +He traced the markings lightly with his fingers, deep in thought. "Could this be a trial designed for both flame and ice elemental masters?" he wondered aloud. It wasn’t unusual for the secret domain to merge two opposing elements within a single trial. After all, balance and contradiction were the foundation of all higher concepts. + +Still, a sense of curiosity rose within him. If the flames there could help his comprehension, and the ice was merely an additional obstacle, then it would be worth the risk. And if it turned out to be something more... then perhaps he could learn something about the balance between the two extremes—heat and cold, destruction and stillness. + +In the end, he folded the map carefully and stored it away. "I’ll check it out myself," he decided firmly. "If it’s truly a dual-element trial, then it might help me push my flame concept further. And if I’m lucky, I might even gain some insight into ice." + +With that, Max lifted his head, his expression calm and resolute. His aura stirred slightly, and the faint ripple of spatial energy wrapped around him like a flowing cloak. + +The air distorted for a moment, and his figure vanished from the spot, heading toward the location marked on the map—the mysterious Valley of Frozen Ash, where flames and frost intertwined. + +A day passed as Max travelled towards the Valley of Frozen Ash and at this moment the world around him began to change in a way that felt both gradual and unsettling. The air, which had been calm and heavy with energy, grew unstable. The once-neutral wind became a strange mixture of biting cold and searing heat, alternating between the two with every few steps he took. + +The trees he passed reflected that imbalance—one side of the forest burned with faint embers, the bark glowing red-hot as if touched by lava, while the other was coated in thick frost that refused to melt even under the heat. The ground beneath his boots cracked and hissed as fire and ice collided. Steam rose constantly from the soil, obscuring parts of the path ahead. + +"This must be close," Max muttered under his breath, his gaze scanning the horizon. His instincts told him he was entering the outer perimeter of the valley. The balance of two opposing elemental forces was growing denser by the second. + +Then, without warning, a deep growl reverberated through the air. Max turned his head just in time to see a massive creature burst out from behind a wall of ice. It resembled a lion, but its mane was made entirely of blue-white frost, and its claws glowed with a light so cold that the air froze wherever it struck. + +"A Frostfire Beast," Max identified calmly, sensing both flame and ice energy from its core. "Interesting."𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +The creature roared again and lunged forward, claws extended to tear through him. Max didn’t move until the last moment. Then, a faint red spark flickered in his eyes. His right arm was suddenly wreathed in black fire, and his fist struck out. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1171.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1171.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..97a8044 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1171.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1165: Valley of Frozen Ash" +slug: "ch-1171" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1171 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1101 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The impact sent a shockwave through the clearing. The beast didn’t even get a chance to scream before its body exploded into fragments of flame and ice, scattering into the air like shattered glass. + +The echo of the attack had barely faded when the ground beneath Max trembled violently. Dozens of glowing cracks appeared on the frozen and scorched earth. From those cracks, creatures began to emerge one after another—wolves cloaked in fire, serpents of molten rock, and avian beasts made of solid ice. The entire valley seemed to have come alive, as if responding to his presence. + +"So, the monsters of this area reveal themselves," Max said, his voice low but steady. + +One of the fire wolves leapt at him with a snarl, its mouth blazing with molten light. Max’s figure blurred. A flash of blue lightning streaked across the sky, and in the next instant, the beast’s head was gone—its body collapsing to the ground, cut cleanly in half. + +Another came from behind, wings of frost slicing toward his back. Max didn’t even turn. The air around him twisted, the third level of the Concept of Space activating instinctively. The attack bent away mid-flight, as though the very air had refused to allow it to reach him. The creature howled in confusion before a single red streak flashed through its neck, ending it instantly. + +The battle escalated quickly. The valley’s outer area erupted into chaos as flame and ice monsters of every kind swarmed him. Some were small but quick, darting around like shards of light. Others were towering beasts that shook the ground with each step. + +Max stood calmly amidst the storm. His hands tightened around the hilt of his sword, and arcs of red lightning began to flicker across the blade’s edge. + +"Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword," he murmured softly. + +He vanished. + +Thunder exploded across the valley as red and blue light intertwined. Each swing of his sword created a violent arc that tore through the battlefield, severing both fire and ice beasts alike. Flames roared as ice shattered, and every motion he made left behind a glowing trail that distorted the surrounding air. + +When a beast lunged from the side, Max extended his palm. Space rippled, and the creature’s body folded unnaturally upon itself before bursting apart into fragments of light. + +Minutes passed in the storm of destruction. Each wave of monsters fell faster than the last, their cries drowned beneath the clash of lightning, flame, and distorted space. + +Finally, as the last creature collapsed into nothingness, the valley fell silent once more. + +Max exhaled quietly, lowering his sword. The faint crackle of lightning around him faded, replaced only by the distant hiss of evaporating steam. + +"All of them are gone," he said calmly, scanning the area with his Three Dimensional Body. There were no more traces of life nearby. The elemental energy in the air was calmer now, as though the beasts’ deaths had restored some form of balance. + +Satisfied, he sheathed his sword and turned his gaze toward the distance, where faint flashes of red and blue light intertwined at the horizon. + +"That must be it," Max said, his tone calm but resolute. "The Valley of Frozen Ash." + +Without hesitation, he began walking toward it, the mixed air of fire and frost swirling around him with every step. + +As Max continued forward, the landscape around him began to shift more drastically with every step. The distorted balance between flame and frost he had felt earlier was now intensifying, becoming almost unbearable. + +The temperature fluctuated wildly—one breath burned his lungs with searing heat, the next chilled him to the bone with a cold sharp enough to make the air feel like blades. + +A faint orange glow appeared on the horizon, mingling strangely with the soft shimmer of pale blue mist. As Max moved closer, the haze cleared, and the full sight of the Valley of Frozen Ash finally unfolded before him. + +It was unlike anything he had ever seen. + +The valley stretched endlessly, carved deep into the earth like a wound in the land itself. On the left side, flames blazed endlessly, roaring up from cracks in the ground. Rivers of molten lava flowed like blood through dark red stones, and pillars of fire erupted at intervals, their heat warping the very air. The rocks glowed faintly, and the earth pulsed with a fiery rhythm as if alive. + +On the opposite side, the world was frozen in deathly silence. Massive glaciers rose like walls of glass, shimmering faintly under the reflection of the flames across the valley. The air there was coated in a constant fog of frost, and shards of ice floated through the wind like drifting petals. Even the ground was frozen solid, cracks spreading across its surface like veins of blue light. + +Between these two extremes lay a narrow path of blackened stone—charred yet strangely resistant to both flame and frost. + +That path stretched deep into the valley’s center, where the two elements met and clashed violently. There, waves of fire and blizzards of ice collided again and again, creating violent bursts of steam and energy that shook the entire valley. + +Max stood at the edge, watching the endless conflict unfold before his eyes. Every clash of flame and frost produced a blinding light and a thunderous sound, like the heavens themselves were splitting apart. The ground trembled beneath his feet, and yet the place had a strange beauty—a harmony within its chaos. + +"The Valley of Frozen Ash," Max murmured under his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. "One side burning with life and rage, the other cold and still like death." + +He could feel the pull of both elements on his body. The left side of his skin tingled from the unbearable heat, while the right side felt like it was being frozen solid. Even with his strengthened body and the First Divine Vein flowing within him, the pressure of the valley’s opposing energies made his blood surge violently. + +"The balance between flame and ice... this must be the key to the trial here," he thought to himself. He looked around carefully, sensing the faint ripples of energy that marked the boundary of an ancient formation. + +The air itself shimmered faintly with old runes and markings, revealing that the entire valley was a trial ground—one left behind by some ancient power. + +He took a slow breath, steadying his aura. "If I can master the harmony between these two elements, I might finally break through the fourth level of my flame concept." + +With that, Max stepped forward, placing his foot on the blackened stone path. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1172.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1172.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..23a6f15 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1172.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1166: Meeting some familiar faces" +slug: "ch-1172" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1172 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1147 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment he did, both sides of the valley reacted violently. Waves of fire roared higher, and blizzards swept outward like furious storms. The heat scorched his left side, the cold bit deep into his right, and the opposing energies clashed in the center of his body, testing his strength and balance. + +Max didn’t move. His expression remained calm, his aura steady. The red lightning around his body flickered faintly as he used the Storm King’s Inheritance to stabilize the two conflicting forces. Slowly, he began walking deeper into the valley, step by step. + +The deeper he went, the more intense the balance became. It was like walking on the edge between two worlds—one of eternal fire and one of endless ice. Yet Max could feel something in that tension, something he had never sensed before. + +"Flame and frost... destruction and stillness," he whispered softly, his eyes gleaming faintly. "Perhaps the key to this trial isn’t in resisting them, but in understanding how they coexist." + +As Max advanced along the blackened path that cut through the clash of flame and frost, the air around him began to stir with faint tremors of spiritual energy. The deeper he went, the more the atmosphere shifted—what had first felt like wild elemental chaos now pulsed with the steady rhythm of countless cultivators’ auras. + +He slowed his pace, his gaze sharpening. Ahead, through the thick haze of steam and drifting embers, faint silhouettes began to appear. At first, there were only a few—figures standing on different edges of the valley, observing the violent balance of heat and cold. But as he walked closer, dozens of them came into view. + +The Valley of Frozen Ash was not empty. + +All across the rocky terrain, platforms of stone and ice had formed naturally, acting as resting points between the waves of flame and frost. Upon each platform stood one or more figures, each cloaked in a unique aura that rippled faintly with elemental energy. + +These were the geniuses from the countless worlds who had entered the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain—the chosen ones of their realms, all drawn to this trial by the same desire to master the extremes of flame and ice. + +Some meditated cross-legged on floating ice, surrounded by thin veils of frost energy that formed protective shells around them. Others trained fiercely in the air, weaving techniques that emitted streams of scarlet fire or azure snow. The valley pulsed with movement, tension, and fierce intent. + +"This many geniuses..." Max murmured under his breath, scanning the crowd with calm curiosity. His Three Dimensional Body expanded quietly, mapping every aura, every fluctuation of power around him. + +Most were at the peak of the Mythic Rank, though several among them stood out—each surrounded by an aura that trembled faintly with divine resonance. These few were either touching the threshold of Divine Rank. + +"They’re strong," Max noted silently. "Far stronger than the ones I faced in the inner region." + +As his gaze swept further, he noticed a few familiar auras among them—ones he recognized instantly. There were geniuses from his own world here, faces he had seen before during the gathering of the Four God Nations. They stood together on one of the higher ridges, watching the elemental storm at the valley’s core. + +He recognized one of them immediately—Seraphina from the Phoenix God Nation, her crimson hair glowing faintly under the reflection of the valley’s flames. She looked composed, her aura radiating a refined fire energy that harmonized naturally with the burning side of the valley. + +A few meters away from her stood Victor of the Azure Dragon God Nation, his body surrounded by faint blue scales as he cultivated within the chill of the frost. + +"So they made it here too," Max said quietly, his expression unreadable. + +But his attention was soon drawn elsewhere. Near the center of the valley stood another group—figures he didn’t recognize but whose presence was far more oppressive. Their crowns glimmered faintly above their heads, golden in color. At least five of them bore golden crowns, each one representing a genius acknowledged by the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain itself. + +A faint smirk tugged at Max’s lips. "So this trial attracted the crowned ones as well." + +He stepped forward, descending from the ridge and landing lightly on a cracked stone platform at the valley’s entrance. His arrival didn’t go unnoticed. Several geniuses turned their heads at once, their expressions shifting when they saw the faint golden light hovering above his head—not one, but two golden crowns gleaming faintly in the dim light. + +Murmurs spread almost instantly. + +"Two crowns?" someone whispered in disbelief. + +"That’s him," another voice said, tone low but sharp. "The one from the Mirror Lake. The one who destroyed the entire trial field." + +"I thought that was just a rumor..." + +Max ignored their stares entirely, his gaze fixed on the central region of the valley. The path ahead led toward a colossal formation etched into the ground—a spiral of fire and frost intertwined, glowing with crimson and azure light. That, without question, was the heart of the trial. + +The geniuses already standing before it were gathering in clusters, each one assessing their opponents while waiting for the trial to activate. Some were clearly rivals, glaring at one another with cold hostility. Others exchanged quiet words, forming temporary alliances. + +Max walked through them silently, the pressure of his aura spreading faintly across the air. Conversations died as he passed. Some cultivators stepped back instinctively, unwilling to provoke him, while others looked on with curiosity, gauging the man who carried two golden crowns. + +Reaching the foot of the formation, Max stopped and crossed his arms, his expression calm as he looked at the geniuses from his own world. Aside from Seraphina, there were three other geniuses present here. + +"Max, you are here too." Victor came smiling to him wrapping his hand around Max’s shoulder. "I have been hearing about a certain genius so feared that he had two golden crown atop his head. I can’t believe that someone is you." + +At this moment, two other figures along with Seraphina came to him too. They were Chris and Christine, the twins stars of the Four God Nation. + +"It’s nice to see some familiar faces here." Max said to them with a smile. + +The others nodded. + +"Are you here for the trial as well Max?" Seraphina asked curiously. + +Max nodded. "I want my flame concept to reach 4th level and I guess the same is with you." + +Seraphina also nodded. She was from the Phoenix God Nation and they specialized in flames. So, it wasn’t surprising to see her here. + +As for the twin stars, well, they were the twin stars of the Four God Nation, a star of flames and a star of ice... a perfect place for them to be. + +What did surprise Max, though, was the presence of Victor here... \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1173.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1173.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e0a59a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1173.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1167: Entrance Opens" +slug: "ch-1173" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1173 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Victor, what brings you here to this trial?" Max asked after a brief silence, his tone carrying a faint curiosity. "As far as I know, you aren’t attuned to the fire concept." + +Victor, who stood beside the twins with his hands folded across his chest, gave an easy shrug, the corners of his mouth tilting upward. "I just wanted to try my hands on the flame element. The Azure Dragon Bloodline is still a dragon bloodline, after all, and dragons can control flames better than almost any other being. I wanted to see if there’s any hidden potential in me that I’ve overlooked." + +His answer wasn’t one Max had expected, but it wasn’t unreasonable either. Dragons were beings born of both destruction and balance. Their breath alone could scorch the heavens or freeze entire mountains, depending on their lineage. A faint glint passed through Max’s eyes as he regarded Victor for a moment longer. + +"Interesting," Max said calmly. "And honestly, you might have some success here." He wasn’t offering hollow praise. With his experience and understanding of elemental affinities, Max knew that a dragon’s flame wasn’t simple fire. It carried traces of divine essence, something purer and more destructive than what most flame cultivators could ever hope to touch. + +Still, a thought stirred in his mind. ’Why now?’ Victor had clearly chosen to explore his flame affinity only after reaching this valley. If he had truly possessed potential in this element, he could have awakened it much earlier. There was a reason behind the timing, and Max didn’t miss the faint flicker of determination hidden behind Victor’s relaxed tone. + +Victor nodded, catching the hint of Max’s suspicion but saying nothing more. His golden eyes remained fixed on the burning half of the valley where rivers of molten lava flowed like blood through the stone. + +Just then, Chris, who had remained quiet until now, stepped forward slightly. His usual teasing demeanor was gone, replaced by a faint seriousness that made both Christine and Seraphina glance his way. + +"Max," he began, his voice steady but low, "there have been some scuffles between the geniuses of our world and those from other realms. The tension is growing worse, and the reason they give for it is you." + +Max’s gaze turned toward him, calm but sharp. Chris continued, "They say they can’t touch you, so they’ve started targeting others from our world instead. Geniuses from the Four God Nations have been challenged repeatedly in every trial region. Some have been forced to retreat, and a few were badly injured." + +"I see," Max replied quietly, nodding slightly. "I’ve heard about this too." + +He wasn’t surprised. The whispers had reached him through the link he shared with the members of the Black Lotus Guild. Every one of them was connected through his bloodline, and through that bond, he could hear fragments of their conversations and warnings whenever they tried to reach him. + +He already knew that the geniuses of other worlds were growing restless. His dominance in the trials—his destruction of the Mirror Lake and his two golden crowns—had made him the symbol of their humiliation. Since they couldn’t challenge him directly, they were taking it out on others. + +"You don’t have to worry about it," Max said at last, his tone quiet but unwavering. "After this trial, I’ll head straight to the core region. I assume all the top geniuses from our world will be gathering there as well. When that happens, no one will dare to move against us." + +Chris’s expression softened, and he nodded. "We’ll hold out until then. The situation has been escalating fast, but if we stay united, they won’t get far." + +Seraphina looked between the two of them, her amber eyes glinting faintly. "If the rumors are true about the Divine Palace Platform descending soon, then everything will converge there anyway. It’ll be the final gathering point of all surviving geniuses." + +Victor’s grin returned, faint but confident. "And when that happens, I want to see who still has the courage to stand against us." + +Max nodded. "That’s the plan." + +They talked about few other things and among them was about the situation of their world causing all of them to become solemn and silent. + +Just then, a low rumble spread through the valley, cutting off their conversation. The ground beneath them trembled faintly, and the twin energies of flame and frost surged violently in opposite directions. The faint spiral formation that had been dormant until now blazed to life, glowing in vibrant hues of red and blue. + +A pulse of power rippled outward, forcing everyone present to look toward the heart of the valley. The spiral widened, revealing a deep chasm of molten light and shimmering ice. A gust of energy burst upward from within, shaking the platforms where the geniuses stood. + +"The entrance..." Christine said softly, her eyes narrowing. "It’s opening." + +A massive circular gate of intertwining fire and frost emerged at the center of the valley, its rim carved with runes that pulsed in rhythm with the beating of their hearts. Each pulse sent shockwaves of heat and cold across the air, distorting the space around it. + +Max looked at it quietly, his eyes narrowing as a faint spark of anticipation flickered within them. "So it finally begins." + +Around them, the gathered geniuses steadied themselves, their expressions hardening with determination. The Trial of the Valley of Frozen Ash had opened at last. + +As the fiery gate pulsed brighter, the valley grew silent. The air thickened with energy, the mix of frost and flame pressing against every living being. The heat scorched and the cold bit, yet both somehow coexisted, forming a perfect balance of extremes. + +A loud boom echoed through the valley as the trial entrance fully opened. The runes etched along the stone glowed in alternating shades of red and blue before stabilizing into a faint violet hue. The light it emitted spread across the valley floor, forming a vast circular seal beneath everyone’s feet. + +Then, a deep voice reverberated through the sky—ancient and heavy, as though it had waited for countless ages. + +"Trial of the Valley of Frozen Ash... initiated." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1174.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1174.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..639ead4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1174.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1168: A World of Flames" +slug: "ch-1174" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1174 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At once, the ground shook violently. Streams of flame erupted from the left side of the valley while icy winds swept from the right, colliding in the center and forming a cyclone of molten embers and shards of ice. The geniuses standing near the entrance steadied themselves, activating defensive auras to withstand the sudden burst of energy. + +"Looks like it’s time," Victor said quietly, his golden eyes reflecting both the glow of fire and the shimmer of frost. + +Max nodded. "Let’s see what this trial has in store." + +Without hesitation, he stepped forward. The moment his foot touched the luminous seal, a force pulled him in. The world around him blurred, dissolving into streaks of red and blue light. One by one, the other geniuses followed suit—Victor, Seraphina, Chris, Christine, and dozens of others from different worlds, all drawn into the heart of the trial. + +The moment the portal drew them in, light devoured everything. + +Max felt his body twisting through layers of reality before it finally steadied. When the brilliance faded, he found himself standing in a world unlike anything he had ever seen. + +Everywhere his eyes fell, there was fire—but it wasn’t chaos. It was beauty shaped from destruction. Rivers of molten gold ran through valleys of black rock. Mountains glowed as if their cores were made of magma. The air shimmered like liquid heat, and the sky burned with layers of crimson, orange, and gold that moved like a living canvas. + +But the flames here weren’t ordinary. They burned in every color imaginable—blue, violet, white, even transparent—and each seemed to breathe with a will of its own. Some swirled gently like mist, others coiled like serpents, and some stood still, flickering faintly like solemn guardians. + +It wasn’t just a world of fire. It was a world of concepts. + +Max’s gaze deepened. Through his heightened senses, he saw how each flame carried a distinct resonance—some wild and untamed, some tranquil and warm, others cold, detached, yet destructive in their silence. They weren’t just random manifestations. They were fragments of truths—of the essence behind fire itself. + +He could sense it. The flames that danced closest to the ground carried the aura of Ignition, the most basic understanding of flame’s nature—birth and burn. Higher up in the sky, the flames shifted, swirling with rhythm and intensity that represented 2nd and 3rd levels of flame comprehension. + +But farther beyond—at the heart of the fiery horizon—Max saw it. A blazing sun, suspended high above, burning in absolute stillness. It radiated no heat, no light that harmed, only overwhelming presence. The 4th Level Concept of Flame. + +"That..." someone whispered behind him, voice trembling. + +When Max turned, he saw dozens of geniuses from countless worlds standing in awe. Flames reflected in their eyes, their faces lit by the sheer wonder of what they were seeing. Even those from ancient worlds—those born into lineages of divine fire—couldn’t hide their astonishment. + +"Are these all pure flame concepts?" a cultivator from the Holy Radiance World asked, his voice almost reverent. "I can feel the truths just by standing here..." + +Another genius, a woman wreathed in golden sparks, whispered softly, "So this is the true origin of fire..." + +Everywhere around him, geniuses tried to grasp the surrounding flames. Some stretched out their hands to touch them, only to watch as the fire coiled away like living spirits. Others sat down immediately, closing their eyes to meditate, hoping to capture even a fragment of the concepts swirling freely through the air. + +Victor, standing beside Max, tilted his head back with narrowed eyes. "This place feels magical..." + +Seraphina, who was attuned to the flame element herself, had already surrounded herself with an aura of golden fire. "Incredible..." she said under her breath. "Every breath I take feels like I’m inhaling the essence of flames itself." + +Christine and Chris stood slightly apart, their twin energies resonating faintly. "The heat here isn’t ordinary," Christine said softly. "It’s as if the flames are whispering lessons to our souls." + +"It’s dangerous too," Chris added. "Anyone without a strong foundation could lose their mind here." + +Max said nothing for a moment. His gaze was locked on the burning sun above—the center of the trial. He could feel the energy pulsing from it, ancient and intelligent, as if the flame itself was aware of his presence. + +Then the same deep, ageless voice echoed across the fiery realm once again. + +"First Trial: Flames of Origin." + +"Comprehend the truth of fire." + +At once, the ground trembled. The rivers of lava surged, the air shimmered, and pillars of flame erupted into the sky. Within those flames, shapes began to form—beasts, spirits, humanoid figures made of molten light. + +Each radiated a distinct aura, representing a concept of fire. Some glowed with creative warmth; others with destructive fury. + +Geniuses across the realm took defensive stances or began meditating immediately. The test had begun. + +Max closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the scorching air fill his lungs. The heat in this world wasn’t ordinary—it wasn’t meant to burn flesh, but to test one’s will and soul. + +Every breath carried with it the essence of flame itself. He could feel it crawling beneath his skin, urging him to submit, to burn away all distractions until only his truest self remained. + +The flame pillar before him towered endlessly into the sky, a colossal column of fire that pulsed like a living heart. + +Within it, countless forms of flames flickered in rhythm—some calm and nurturing, others fierce and ravenous. Each shape that emerged from the pillar represented a fragment of truth, a reflection of what the flames were capable of becoming. + +Max opened his eyes slowly, his gaze fixed on the shifting patterns. "So this is where the secrets of the flame are stored," he murmured, his tone quiet but certain. + +He crossed his legs, lowering himself onto the molten ground that solidified beneath him with each passing second. Once seated, he steadied his breathing and let his soul perception expand, connecting his mind to the rhythm of the pillar. + +He could sense hundreds of flame essences within it—each distinct, each echoing a different law. There were flames that symbolized life and rebirth, flames that represented creation and illumination, and flames that embodied destruction and chaos. + +But none of them resonated with him. Not the sacred flames that purified, not the divine flames that healed, not even the celestial flames that burned without smoke or shadow. He could appreciate their beauty, their precision, their control—but they weren’t his. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1175.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1175.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f1a976f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1175.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1169: Devouring Essence Flames" +slug: "ch-1175" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1175 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1103 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’My flames are devouring in nature,’ Max thought calmly. ’They consume everything. They leave nothing behind.’ + +The memory of his black flames flickered across his mind—those dreadful fires that could eat through even divine energy. His flames did not nurture; they ended. They didn’t create balance; they consumed imbalance. His path had never been one of mercy. It was about dominance—about absolute control over destruction. + +For hours, Max searched within the layers of the flame pillar. His consciousness through his Three Dimensional Body traveled deeper and deeper, through the roaring light and the screaming heat. + +The flames formed landscapes, rivers of lava, and vortexes of molten energy as if responding to his presence. Every shape that appeared tested his understanding. A phoenix made of golden light flew past him, then a serpent of crimson smoke that whispered of immortality. But Max ignored them all. + +He continued walking through the inferno of his mind, searching for one particular resonance—the one that called to his soul. + +Time lost meaning. The molten waves flowed endlessly, and the pillar’s roars became distant echoes in his perception. Then, finally, he felt it—a pull deep within the sea of fire, darker and heavier than anything he had encountered so far. + +’There you are,’ Max thought, his eyes opening slightly as he located the source. + +Buried at the deepest core of the flame pillar was a cluster of flames that defied logic. They weren’t bright but dark. Instead of releasing light, they swallowed it. The air around them trembled violently, and even the other flames kept their distance, flickering nervously as though terrified of their presence. + +These flames radiated a terrifying aura of hunger. They devoured even the heat of the surrounding space. + +Devouring Essence Flames. + +The moment Max’s eyes fell upon them, his entire body tensed. The pillar’s temperature surged violently, and for an instant, the air seemed to vanish from his lungs. The flames reacted to his attention, roaring like an ancient beast waking from slumber. + +He could feel their will pressing against his soul. They weren’t asking to be understood—they were demanding to be conquered. + +"This is it," Max whispered, his gaze firm. "The essence that suits my path." + +Without hesitation, he extended his hand toward the heart of the flame pillar. The moment his soul touched the Devouring Essence Flames, agony shot through him. His skin cracked under the pressure, and streams of black fire erupted from his arms as if his own flames were trying to resist the intrusion. + +Yet Max didn’t back down. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure. "You think you can devour me?" he muttered under his breath. "Then let’s see who devours who." + +The two flames clashed—the black infernal flames within Max against the ancient Devouring Essence Flames of the pillar. The surrounding area shook as molten waves exploded outward. Dozens of geniuses nearby were forced to retreat, shielding themselves as the heat storm swept through the area. + +Inside that storm, Max’s body was wrapped in black and red light. His infernal energy surged wildly, intertwining with the devouring essence that burned through his veins. The pain was unimaginable, but beneath it, there was understanding—truth unveiling itself through suffering. + +As the storm slowly subsided, Max’s eyes opened again. The flames around him had calmed. The Devouring Essence Flames no longer resisted him. Instead, they circled around his body like loyal beasts acknowledging their master. + +At the heart of his palm, a single spark burned silently—dark, yet infinitely radiant. + +He had found it. + +The flame that truly belonged to him. + +The path that would lead him toward the Fourth Level Concept of Flames. + +Even though Max had yet to comprehend the Devouring Flame Essence fully, he could feel with absolute certainty that this was his path. + +The connection between his soul and the dark essence flame was undeniable, a resonance that echoed through his body and spirit alike. It was as if the flames themselves had recognized him—not as an intruder, but as something born from the same origin. + +He sat before the towering pillar, the waves of heat rising and twisting around him like serpents. Closing his eyes, he extended his senses once more, letting the energy of the Devouring Essence Flames seep into his consciousness. + +His mind trembled at the sheer weight of it. This flame was more than destruction. It was an absolute void, consuming everything—matter, energy, even the light that dared to exist near it. + +Max’s breathing steadied. His heartbeat slowed until it matched the rhythm of the flickering black fire within the pillar. Slowly, his soul began to synchronize with the rhythm of the Devouring Essence Flames, but the deeper he tried to understand, the more chaotic the energy became. + +It was like trying to contain a storm within his mind. Each attempt left him mentally exhausted, the fire inside his consciousness threatening to consume him whole. + +He opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. "No," he murmured quietly. "It’s not submission that these flames demand. It’s understanding." + +Max stood and stepped back. His gaze locked on the core of the Devouring Essence Flames as they danced inside the pillar, shifting from pitch black to a faint violet hue. Each flicker carried a truth—a lesson in destruction and rebirth intertwined. + +For a long time, he simply stared at them, watching how they devoured the lesser flames nearby. Yet, in that consumption, there was no mindless hunger. The flames devoured because that was their law, their nature, their purpose. + +"It’s not about burning everything to ash," Max said softly, his voice echoing in the empty trial ground. "It’s about balance through consumption." + +With that realization, he closed his eyes and entered his Dimension of Time. + +The endless white void of the dimension greeted him, still and silent. Time here flowed a thousand times slower than outside, allowing him to study the flames in their most fundamental state. He replayed the movements of the Devouring Essence Flames in his memory, tracing how each pulse of their existence absorbed and transformed energy. + +Days passed inside his Dimension of Time, though only moments flowed in the real world. Yet, despite all his efforts, Max found himself hitting a wall. No matter how deep he delved into the structure of the flame essence, he couldn’t grasp its core meaning. + +Frustrated, he exited the dimension and opened his eyes again in the trial world. The pillar still stood before him, its dark flames dancing quietly as if mocking him. Max stood there in silence, his gaze fixed on them once more. + +"I am missing something," he whispered. "You devour, but why?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1176.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1176.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9583986 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1176.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1170: A door to next trial?" +slug: "ch-1176" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1176 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He sat cross-legged again, his focus absolute. Every movement of the flames, every twist and ripple, he memorized. Then, with renewed clarity, he returned to the Dimension of Time. + +This process repeated again and again. Each time he reached a dead end, he emerged from his dimension to observe the Devouring Essence Flames directly. Each time he reentered the Dimension of Time, his understanding grew sharper. + +He began to perceive not only how the flames consumed but also how they transformed what they devoured. The fire didn’t destroy for the sake of destruction. It consumed chaos, weakness, and imperfection to refine the world around it. + +Hours turned into a full day. The other geniuses in the trial were still struggling to harmonize with the surface-level flames, while Max continued alternating between meditation and comprehension. + +Inside his Dimension of Time, the patterns of the Devouring Essence Flames became clearer. They weren’t chaotic. They followed a rhythm—a law of absolute refinement. + +It was then that realization dawned upon him. + +’Devouring does not mean destruction,’ he thought, his eyes opening wide in understanding. ’It means evolution through consumption. It means taking everything—the pure, the impure, the strong, the weak—and turning it into power that transcends its origin. Devouring is not the end. It’s the beginning of transformation.’ + +At that moment, something within Max’s body reacted. The black flames that rested deep in his soul ignited violently, fusing with the essence he had been studying. A vortex of fire surrounded him, swirling upward like a storm. The Devouring Essence Flames within the pillar responded in kind, roaring as if recognizing one of their own. + +A wave of heat exploded outward, shaking the entire trial area. Geniuses meditating nearby opened their eyes in shock. They looked toward the center of the flame pillar and saw Max’s figure engulfed in a cocoon of black and golden fire. + +"What is that aura?" someone shouted, shielding their face. + +"He’s fusing with the Devouring Essence Flames! That’s impossible! No one can approach them without being consumed!" another genius exclaimed. + +But Max wasn’t being consumed. He was embracing them. + +Inside the inferno, his consciousness expanded. He could feel the flame not as a force, but as an extension of himself. His soul merged with the concept’s essence, crossing the boundary between understanding and embodiment. He saw the law unfold before him—the truth that existed beyond words. + +When the flames finally calmed, Max opened his eyes. His red pupils glowed faintly black, reflecting both life and annihilation. The black flames that had once devoured recklessly now burned steadily around his hand, refined and controlled. + +He stood slowly, his aura spreading through the air like ripples of heat. + +He had comprehended the Fourth Level Concept of Flames — Devouring Rebirth. + +The trial realm shuddered in acknowledgment. The pillar of flames dimmed as though bowing before him, and the deep voice that governed the trial echoed through the air. + +"First Flame Comprehender... Max Voidwalker." + +The geniuses who witnessed it were left speechless. Even those from higher realms, known for their deep comprehension of elemental concepts, could only stare in disbelief. To comprehend a fourth-level concept in a single day was something that defied all logic. + +Max exhaled slowly, his body relaxed but his eyes sharper than before. "Devouring Rebirth," he whispered. "The flame that consumes to evolve." + +Just then, the ground beneath Max trembled lightly, and the pillar of flames began to shift. The roaring fire that had filled the area calmed as if bowing before him, and at the same moment, a deep rumble echoed throughout the entire realm. + +A bright crimson light formed in front of Max, swirling slowly like molten glass before hardening into a structure. Within seconds, a door appeared—a massive, ancient-looking gate forged from both flame and frost. Half of it burned with golden-red fire while the other half glistened with layers of thick ice. + +It was unlike anything Max had seen in this trial so far. The temperature around it fluctuated wildly, alternating between suffocating heat and freezing cold. The air cracked with pressure, and faint streams of steam rose from where the two elements met, merging and clashing in harmony. + +Max stepped closer and examined it carefully. From the outside, the door seemed to lead to nothingness. Beyond its frame, only an endless void could be seen, stretching infinitely in all directions. + +There were no signs, no inscriptions, and no hints of what lay within. It was as if the door itself didn’t belong to this realm at all but rather connected to something far older and far more mysterious. + +He narrowed his eyes. "A void door..." he muttered quietly. "Where does this lead?" + +The moment he spoke, the door responded faintly. The flames on its surface pulsed once, and the ice shimmered, producing a faint chime that echoed through the entire field. It almost sounded like the door was alive, waiting for someone to step through it. + +’Is this the entrance to the second part of the trial?’ he wondered. The timing, the sudden appearance of the door, and the strange energy balance around it all pointed to that conclusion. + +He stood still for a while, contemplating his next move. Entering a realm of ice right after mastering the essence of devouring flames was risky. The conflicting natures of the two elements could harm his body and disturb his inner balance. But at the same time, this trial was designed for that very challenge—to make one understand and unify two opposing forces. + +Finally, Max shook his head slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "There’s no point standing here thinking about it," he murmured to himself. "If this is the path forward, then I’ll just walk it." + +The air around him shifted as he approached the door. Each step made the temperature fluctuate violently. His right side burned with heat, while his left was assaulted by a freezing chill. It was as if the door was already testing him even before he stepped inside. + +When he finally stopped before it, Max placed his hand upon the center of the door where flame and ice met. The surface felt alive—it pulsed softly beneath his palm, a mixture of warmth and cold spreading through his arm and into his body. + +The moment he touched it, the door began to hum. Streams of energy, both fiery and frigid, flowed across its surface like rivers of light. Then, without warning, the gates slowly opened with a deep, resonant sound. + +A blinding white light poured out, and behind it was nothing but pure void—an endless, shifting space of silence and darkness. No land, no sky, no horizon. Just emptiness. + +’Where does this lead?’ Max thought, squinting into the void. His instincts told him it wasn’t dangerous, yet there was an undeniable power emanating from within. It felt ancient, almost divine, as though this place existed beyond the limits of mortal understanding. + +’If this truly is the trial of ice, then I’ll find out soon enough,’ he thought to himself. + +Taking a deep breath, Max steadied his energy. The flames around his body dimmed slightly, replaced by calm, neutral energy that allowed both heat and cold to coexist within him. Without hesitation, he stepped forward. + +The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the flames and frost on the door surged at once, wrapping around him like twin streams of light. In the blink of an eye, Max’s figure was pulled into the void. The light of the door flickered one last time before fading completely, leaving behind only silence and the faint echo of its closing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1177.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1177.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7383db9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1177.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1171: A Void" +slug: "ch-1177" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1177 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped through the door, and the moment he did, the world behind him vanished. The sensation was disorienting, as if every sense he possessed had been stripped away at once. + +The ground disappeared from beneath his feet, and for a moment, it felt like he was falling endlessly through a bottomless chasm. Yet there was no wind, no sound, and no light. Only stillness. + +When his body finally stabilized, he found himself standing on what appeared to be solid ground, though he couldn’t see it. Everything around him was swallowed by darkness. There was no sky, no horizon, and not even the faintest glimmer of light. + +The blackness was complete, stretching infinitely in every direction. It wasn’t the kind of darkness that existed in the night sky, where distant stars broke through the void—it was purer, thicker, and far more oppressive. + +’What’s going on?’ Max thought as his gaze moved around, but there was nothing to see. He tried expanding his Three Dimensional Body, sending waves of soul perception outward to scan the surroundings, but the result was the same. His perception vanished into the void, devoured by it like a pebble thrown into an endless ocean. Not even an echo returned. + +’Where is the second part of the trial?’ he wondered. The trial of flames had been tangible, alive with fire and heat, filled with vibrant energy. But this... this felt empty. Devoid of life, motion, or even time. The silence here was so complete that it almost had a weight of its own, pressing against his mind. + +He took a slow breath and steadied himself. The instinctive part of his mind told him something was wrong. The space here didn’t behave like normal reality. It felt unstable, yet it didn’t move. It was a paradox—motionless and shifting all at once. + +Even the faint energy within his body seemed to hum differently here, slower and heavier, as though the laws of existence were being rewritten. + +Max frowned. "Is this really the trial of ice?" he muttered to himself quietly. His voice was swallowed immediately, not even producing an echo. It was as if the darkness itself consumed every sound before it could exist. + +He waited in silence, his eyes slowly adjusting to the void even though there was no light to adapt to. Nothing changed. No fluctuations, no disturbances, not even the faint tremor of energy. It was as if this place had been abandoned by creation itself. + +But Max didn’t panic. He remained still, calm, and composed. He had experienced countless strange phenomena before—spatial distortions, dimensional folds, the chaos of the void between realms. This was unfamiliar, but it didn’t unsettle him. + +He closed his eyes and let his mind focus inward. His heartbeats slowed, becoming steady and rhythmic. He could feel the faint warmth of the Devouring Rebirth flame still lingering in his core, but even that warmth seemed to dim as if smothered by the overwhelming stillness. + +’This place... isn’t a physical trial,’ he realized. ’It feels more like a trial of perception or will.’ + +The darkness around him pulsed faintly, though it was so subtle that he almost missed it. It was as though something far away had exhaled softly into the void. Max’s gaze sharpened. His instincts told him that the trial hadn’t yet begun. This emptiness, this stillness—it was deliberate. It was testing him in silence. + +He took a slow step forward, feeling the faint ripple beneath his feet even though he couldn’t see the surface. It was solid but also alive, like the skin of an ocean. He kept walking, each step echoing faintly in his soul but producing no sound in the air. + +’This isn’t random,’ Max thought as he continued forward. ’The trial of ice must be hidden within this emptiness. If the flames were about understanding destruction through devouring, then this darkness must represent stillness... the essence of ice.’ + +He stopped walking and looked around again. The realization struck him that the trial hadn’t yet revealed itself because he was expecting it to. Perhaps that was the point. Ice, after all, wasn’t about seeking or acting—it was about waiting, enduring, and adapting to stillness until the truth revealed itself. + +Max let out a slow exhale and lowered himself to the ground, sitting cross-legged. His hands rested calmly on his knees as he closed his eyes. "If this is a trial of patience," he said softly, "then so be it." + +Time passed. Seconds, minutes, or perhaps hours—he couldn’t tell. The flow of time here was distorted, nonexistent even. His breathing grew faint, and his body entered a meditative stillness. The longer he remained motionless, the more he could feel faint fluctuations in the darkness—small ripples of energy moving like whispers through frozen air.𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢 + +It was subtle at first, almost unnoticeable. But slowly, the emptiness around him began to shift. The darkness wasn’t pure nothingness anymore. + +He didn’t move. He kept his eyes closed and focused on that faint pulse, letting it reveal itself naturally. + +Max didn’t know how much time had passed. The darkness surrounding him remained absolute and motionless, without a single hint of change. But he stayed seated in the same position, cross-legged, his breathing slow and steady, his mind calm. For others, the silence of this place would have been unbearable, but for Max, it was nothing unusual. + +He had endured far worse. + +There had been times inside his Dimension of Time where he had spent centuries alone, surrounded by nothing but the sound of his own thoughts. He had meditated there for what felt like thousands of years, exploring every corner of his soul, unraveling the truths of power and existence. + +The stillness of the void before him now was almost familiar in comparison. The isolation didn’t disturb him—it steadied him. The quiet, to Max, was not a prison but a tool. So he waited, unmoving, letting the darkness wrap around him like an endless sea. + +Outside this vast and silent void, life continued for the other geniuses. In the world of the first trial, the flames still danced and burned, and one after another, those who remained there began to succeed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1178.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1178.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..120f334 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1178.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1172: A Secret Place" +slug: "ch-1178" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1178 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1108 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The concept of flames was among the most widely understood and practiced across all realms. Its nature was direct, powerful, and easy to grasp compared to other higher elemental concepts. So it was not surprising that many geniuses managed to comprehend the Fourth Level Concept of Flames. + +One after another, fiery auras burst across the field, each representing a cultivator who had broken through to the next stage. + +Among them, Seraphina and Christine were the first to succeed from Acaris. When the flames surged around them, their figures shone brightly within the trial field. Christine, gifted with the Flame Spirit Physique, radiated waves of burning crimson energy that turned the surrounding flames into whirling ribbons of light. The heat surrounding her was so intense that even the nearby geniuses stepped back instinctively. + +Chris, her twin, stood beside her, but his condition was entirely different. He possessed the Water Spirit Physique—an affinity that stood in complete opposition to his sister’s flames. + +His energy resisted the fire, cooling the air around him, and though he tried again and again to resonate with the pillar of flames, he simply couldn’t align himself with it. Each attempt ended in failure. + +Yet neither of them seemed frustrated. From the beginning, the twins had never aimed to master the flame or ice separately. Their goal was far beyond that. They sought unity—the inheritance that could merge two opposing elements into one.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +For them, the true trial wasn’t flame or ice alone, but the harmony between both. They had been born with this contradiction flowing through their veins, and this trial was the perfect opportunity to embrace it completely. + +Meanwhile, Victor was still deep in his own struggle. Despite possessing the bloodline of the Azure Dragon, his progress was slow. Dragons naturally commanded fire, but Victor’s talent in manipulating the concept of flames had always been limited. + +After long hours of effort, he finally managed to grasp the faint traces of the Second Level Concept of Flames. The fire around him flickered weakly, unstable but present. It was progress, though far from perfection. + +Victor frowned, sweat beading on his forehead, but he didn’t give up. He could feel the connection, faint but there—a thread of flame that responded to his will. The Azure Dragon Bloodline gave him potential; he just needed time to refine it. + +Beyond them, countless other geniuses from various worlds were making their own breakthroughs. Many were golden-crowned geniuses who had come solely for this opportunity. + +The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not a place one entered often, and every chance to deepen one’s comprehension of elemental concepts was precious. Even if the flames were not their main affinity, they knew that mastering additional concepts could strengthen their foundation for future realms. + +The trial field glowed with bursts of red and gold light as flames danced in every direction. The air was thick with energy and heat, filled with the roars of fire and the faint hum of enlightenment. It was a world alive with power and ambition, yet far away from it all, Max sat alone in the dark void, completely detached from the chaos. + +While others wrestled with fire and comprehension, he sat within silence itself, waiting for the second part of the trial to reveal its truth. + +---- + +Somewhere deep within the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, far beyond the reach of any genius or mortal eye, stood a colossal structure that defied comprehension. It was embedded halfway into the side of a mountain, its enormous frame dwarfing the surrounding peaks. + +The mountain, majestic on its own, appeared as small as an anthill before the vast metallic vessel. It wasn’t a palace or a temple, but a ship—ancient, otherworldly, and far too advanced for anything that belonged to the present era. Its exterior shimmered faintly with traces of divine runes, and every few moments, soft pulses of light ran through its hull, like the slow heartbeat of a slumbering god. + +Inside the ship, a great hall extended endlessly, filled with luminous mist that obscured almost everything. At its center sat seven figures around a circular platform, each emanating a divine aura that distorted space itself. + +Their forms were faint, only vague silhouettes outlined by the faint radiance that surrounded them. No one could clearly see their faces, yet each presence carried the weight of a world. + +They were the Seven Divine Lords—the architects, guardians, and eternal overseers of the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. Each one represented a different aspect of existence. Together, their combined presence could shake the heavens, yet the atmosphere in the hall remained calm, filled with quiet tension. + +"Old Man First," said a rough, gravelly voice that broke the silence. "Why are you not allowing me to begin the second part of the trial for that boy, Max? It has already been days." The speaker was Old Sixth. His voice carried the chill of endless frost and the authority of someone who had commanded the cold for eternity. Even the mist in the air seemed to freeze momentarily when he spoke. + +Old Man First didn’t respond immediately. He sat still, his faint silhouette turned toward the scrying formation at the center of the hall. The circular projection showed Max seated in the void, surrounded by nothing but darkness. Old Man First’s attention was fixed upon him, his expression unreadable. + +"Old Sixth," another voice said lightly, carrying a tone of amusement. "You know Old Man First has never taken an interest in any genius since the day we forged this secret domain." + +It was Old Third who spoke, his voice smooth and calm. "In all these countless cycles, he has never interfered or shown even a spark of curiosity. This is the first time he seems interested in one of them. Let him have his moment." + +A faint chuckle followed from Old Fourth. "Indeed. For the old man who values silence above all, to stare at a mortal for this long means the child must be extraordinary." + +But Old Sixth didn’t look amused. His aura grew colder, and the mist around him began to crystallize into shards of ice that floated in the air like glass. "I understand his interest," he said, his tone heavy, "but my trial must proceed as it should. The sequence exists for a reason. The boy has already proven his worth in the flame trial. If he steps into my domain, he could inherit my White Ice—pure yang ice, the only one of its kind. His Black Dragon bloodline grants him those devouring, yin-type flames. The unity between his yin flames and my yang ice would be unparalleled. He was born for it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1179.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1179.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5cbef2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1179.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1173: Mysterious Old Man First!" +slug: "ch-1179" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1179 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1350 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A quiet sigh came from another corner of the table. It was Old Fifth, whose aura rippled like gentle waves across the hall. "We understand your desire, Old Sixth," he said softly. "But you know how Old Man First is. Once he makes a decision, no one can move him. He must have his reasons for halting the trial’s progression." + +Old Seventh added, his tone calm but authoritative, "Interfering now would only disrupt the balance of the trials. Each test flows into the next under the pattern set by the Domain’s Heart. If you force your trial to begin, it could break that balance. You know this as well as I do." + +For a moment, silence filled the hall. The mist rippled faintly as Old Sixth sat back, clearly frustrated. "I know that," he muttered. "But I cannot help it. That boy’s soul resonates with my domain. He is the perfect candidate for my inheritance. The first perfect one in all these countless eras." + +The others didn’t speak for a while. They all knew Old Sixth’s words were true. Each of them had watched countless geniuses pass through their trials, but finding someone whose essence perfectly aligned with a divine inheritance was rarer than the birth of a new star.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +Finally, Old Second spoke, his deep voice echoing through the hall. "You may be right, but it’s not your decision alone. The boy is under Old Man First’s gaze now, and you know what that means." + +At that, the air in the room shifted. Every Lord’s attention turned toward Old Man First once again. His presence felt different from the others. While the others emanated elemental or cosmic power, his was something entirely beyond comprehension. It was quiet, immeasurable, and absolute. + +Even without moving, his existence suppressed the space around him. It was said that among the Seven, Old Man First was the most ancient and the strongest—the one whose very will shaped the structure of the secret domain itself. + +He remained silent for a long while, his focus still on the image of Max sitting calmly in the dark void. When he finally spoke, his voice was faint, yet it carried through the entire ship as though the air itself bent to deliver it. + +"Let him be," Old Man First said softly. "He has not yet seen the shape of silence." + +The others exchanged glances. None of them truly understood what he meant, but none dared to question him. His words were never to be taken lightly. They often carried meanings beyond what could be grasped in a single moment. + +Old Sixth exhaled slowly, his tone resigned. "You’re always like this, Old Man First. Speaking in riddles, giving no explanation. Very well then. I will wait." + +Old Fourth chuckled quietly. "You say that every time, and yet you’re always the first to complain again." + +Old Sixth shot him a glare, though it held no true malice. "I know, but this one feels different. The boy has potential far greater than the others. He could truly bridge the opposites." + +Old Fifth nodded faintly. "Perhaps that’s exactly why Old Man First is watching him." + +At that, the room fell silent once again. None of them spoke, and all turned their gazes back toward the projection, where Max continued to sit unmoving in the eternal void. + +The faint hum of the ancient ship filled the silence. + +---- + +Max was completely unaware that his calm meditation within the void had drawn the gaze of one of the most enigmatic beings in existence—Old Man First, the most mysterious and powerful among the Seven Divine Lords. + +He remained seated, cross-legged, his posture unwavering, his eyes closed as he waited patiently for the second part of the trial to begin. The stillness around him was absolute. No energy fluctuated, no sound echoed, and no time seemed to pass. + +It was as though he had been suspended in an eternal moment, one that neither began nor ended. + +He didn’t fidget or question what was taking so long. For him, waiting was not a challenge. Patience had long become one of his greatest weapons. + +Inside his Dimension of Time, he had already experienced what felt like millennia in isolation—years spent meditating in silence, training without distraction, and exploring the depths of his soul. This waiting, no matter how long, was nothing in comparison. + +Outside the darkness that surrounded him, other geniuses continued their journey through the trials. After the first part of the trial concluded, several of them successfully entered the second stage—the domain of ice. + +These were the geniuses who had already comprehended the Fourth Level Concept of Flames, qualifying them to attempt mastery over the opposing element. One by one, doors of shimmering frost appeared before them, leading into the realm of glacial serenity where the second trial awaited. + +For those who entered, the world they found was the complete opposite of the first part. Where the flame domain had been bright, blazing, and alive, the ice domain was silent, cold, and ethereal. + +The air shimmered with a crystalline clarity, and the ground was covered in frost so pure it reflected light like glass. It was a place that tested endurance and balance, where movement was punished and composure rewarded. + +Among the many who stepped into this frozen world was Chris. Though he had failed to grasp even the first level of the Flame Concept, the trial still recognized his qualification to continue. The reason was simple—his Ice Spirit Physique and his comprehension of ice concept at 3rd level. + +That physique was a treasure among natural-born talents, granting him an affinity toward ice that transcended common comprehension. When he placed his hand on the icy door, it had responded immediately, glowing with soft blue light and pulling him inside as though welcoming him home. + +His twin sister, Christine, who had already mastered the Fourth Level Concept of Flames, was also there. The twins, though opposite in nature, stood side by side in the cold realm, their powers complementing one another like two halves of a single whole. + +For them, this was not just about understanding the concept of ice or flame. Their goal was the inheritance that lay beyond—the unity between opposites. They sought to bridge fire and frost, a balance that few in history had ever achieved. + +While the others faced the beauty and terror of their frozen trial, Max remained seated in the endless void, untouched by the passage of time. The silence stretched on endlessly. No change came, no path opened, and no voice spoke to him. But even so, he remained perfectly composed. His breathing was slow and steady, his thoughts silent and clear. + +Then, after what could have been minutes or centuries, something shifted. It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible. The air—or whatever passed for air in this place—seemed to tremble faintly. A low vibration passed through the void, so deep that it could be felt more than heard. The blackness around him stirred like a still lake disturbed by a single drop of water. + +Max’s eyes opened slowly. The darkness rippled outward in circular waves, distorting space itself. The endless void that had been still for so long began to move. It was as if the world had finally taken a breath after an eternity of silence. + +’So it begins,’ Max thought calmly as he rose to his feet. + +The ripples continued to expand until the entire space around him seemed to pulse with invisible energy. From the center of the darkness, faint lines of light appeared, forming intricate symbols that shimmered faintly before fading. + +The ground beneath his feet began to change, becoming smooth and reflective like glass. Slowly, the darkness thinned, revealing faint glimmers of something hidden beneath it—an outline of light in the shape of a circle, vast and endless. + +For the first time since entering this place, Max felt a faint chill crawl through the air. It wasn’t an ordinary coldness. It was sharp, pure, and ancient, a cold that seemed to exist beyond temperature itself. + +The second part of the trial was finally awakening. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-118.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-118.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..50dbfea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-118.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 118: Middle Domain" +slug: "ch-118" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 118 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1429 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +It was the next day, and Max headed out to meet Ralph. + +He had spent the entire night, almost, alternating between deep contemplation and rigorous practice, tirelessly working to merge his Sword Aura and Flame Aura. Although no groundbreaking progress had been made, the effort was not in vain. + +With each attempt, he felt the faintest hint of clarity, as if he were on the verge of discovering the missing link. + +The process was arduous, requiring intense focus and precision. Every time he tried to blend the two auras, the energies would either clash violently or fizzle out entirely. Yet, he could sense that he was close—so tantalizingly close—that he could almost grasp the answer, but not quite. + +Despite his lack of tangible results, Max wasn’t discouraged. He could feel it in his core: the solution wasn’t far off. What he needed now wasn’t just more practice, but patience and more time to let his understanding evolve. + +’Although I’ve practiced for years in Sword Aura and Flame Aura, my understanding remains very limited,’ Max thought, frowning as he entered Ralph Thorne’s personal hall. + +Inside, he saw two individuals talking and laughing. Max was familiar with both of them. One was Ralph Thorne, the leader of the Thorne Family, and the other was Garrison Ashford, the grandfather of Lily Ashford. + +Max frowned upon seeing Garrison and turned to Ralph with a questioning look. + +Ralph smiled reassuringly and said, "Out of the four families, the Ashford Family remains neutral when it comes to you. They’ve long decided not to interfere in the affairs of the Voidwalker." + +Max raised an eyebrow at this revelation. He was genuinely surprised to learn that the Ashford Family had chosen to remain uninvolved. "Then what is he doing here?" he asked, his tone cautious. + +Ralph gave a wry smile and replied, "He’s the doctor who will be checking on you." + +Max’s expression turned puzzled as he shot a questioning glance at Ralph. + +Clearing his throat, Ralph elaborated, "You might not be aware, but Garrison Ashford is considered one of the best doctors—if not the best—in the Eastern Region. While the Ashford Family is renowned for their expertise in runes, Garrison has taken it a step further. He’s combined his knowledge of human physiology with runic science, creating groundbreaking advancements in medicine. That makes him unparalleled in his field." + +Max’s surprise deepened as he processed the information. Turning to Garrison, his demeanor shifted to one of respect. He quickly straightened up and said, "Ahem, we meet again. Forgive me for my earlier behavior." + +The heavily built old man with yellow hair turned to Ralph. "Told you this kid is shameless. He nearly made Lily cry the first time he met her." + +Ralph smiled shamelessly and said, "I’ve heard, but since you’re here, why not check on him? He is just a kid, after all." + +Garrison glanced at him deeply and sighed. "I forgot how shameless you can be when the situation calls for it." He then turned to Max, his eyes glowing with a green hue. + +"Give me your hand," he commanded in a firm yet clinical tone. + +Max hesitated for a moment, still somewhat wary of the towering figure before him, but he ultimately complied, extending his hand toward Garrison. + +Garrison took his hand in both of his and did something that caused rune lines to appear on his hand. + +Max’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight. + +But that wasn’t the end. The runes spread from his hand to his entire arm and soon covered his whole body in just a few seconds. + +Garrison’s eyes glowed with a deep green light. Only after a minute did his eyes return to normal, and he released Max’s hand. + +"You’re a good kid," he said to Max. + +"I am?" Max was taken aback. He had been certain something was wrong with him—after all, it wasn’t every day one passed out for three full days without reason. + +Ralph also frowned and asked, "What about the weakness that caused him to pass out for three full days?" + +Garrison turned to him and said, "Whatever it was, I can’t detect anything from his body. From my point of view, he’s fine." + +He added, turning to Max, "Passing out from overwhelming weakness only means one of a few things: either you’ve exhausted your body or your mind. Otherwise, I see no problem with your body, kid. In fact, you appear to be in better shape than most humans right now." + +Max glanced at him and said, "After I woke up from my three-day slumber, I felt refreshed. It was the best sleep I’ve ever had." + +Garrison pondered for a moment before saying, "Either the problem is what I mentioned earlier—exhaustion of body and mind—or…" His expression turned serious. "It’s related to your soul." + +"My soul?" Max frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart. He recalled the missing black part of the Tai Chi diagram at the entrance of his Soul Palace. ’Could that be related to my problem?’ he wondered. + +Turning to Garrison, Max bowed again. "I am very grateful for your checkup, uh, Doctor Gramps." + +Garrison glanced at Max deeply and said seriously, "If this condition ever happens again, come to me." + +Max nodded at him, feeling that he wasn’t that bad after all. + +"But whether I check on you thoroughly will depend on my whim," Garrison said smiling. + +’No, he is indeed super bad,’ Max thought wryly. + +Garrison turned to Ralph and said, "I’ll be going then." With those words, he left the hall and disappeared. + +Ralph glanced at him and sighed. "He left without even staying for an hour, as usual." He gritted his teeth in frustration. + +Turning his attention to Max, he said assuringly, "Don’t worry about your problem. You’re fine, and the chances of having a soul issue are like a drop of water in an ocean, so forget about it altogether." + +Max nodded, though he couldn’t shake the thought from his mind, not after realizing that something seemed off with his entrance to the Soul Palace. + +Ralph asked, his curiosity evident. "By the way, why did you suddenly request all those golem-related books in the middle of the night?" + +Max shrugged casually, a faint smirk on his face. "Oh, that. I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d do some light reading on golems." He paused, his eyes gleaming with interest. "I have to say, your research is remarkable. The intricate details you’ve written about lava golems and rock golems—those were especially fascinating." + +Ralph nodded, a touch of pride softening his usually sharp demeanor. "Runes, illusions, and golems all require a profound understanding of soul force to master. Back in my prime, I was captivated by each of them. But despite my fascination, I could only reach the pinnacle of illusions. Runes and golems…" He let out a soft sigh. "They’re vast, complex fields of study, each demanding a lifetime of dedication." + +Max smiled as he handed the books back. "Your work has been invaluable. I’ve learned a lot from it, and it’s given me ideas I wouldn’t have thought of otherwise." + +Ralph raised a brow, holding the books carefully. "So, what’s next? Are you leaving already?" + +Max nodded, glancing at him. "I have to," he said, his expression thoughtful. "Say, Uncle Ralph, what is the Middle Domain, or should I say, where is the Middle Domain?" + +Ralph glanced deeply at Max and sighed. "The Middle Domain is the place all the people of the Valora Continent desire to go. It’s the dream of everyone living on the continent, but only a few ever manage to get there." + +Max frowned and asked, "What makes the Middle Domain so important? Why can’t people go there?" + +Read new adventures at freewebnovel + +Ralph’s expression turned thoughtful as he explained. "The people of the Valora Continent, no matter how hard they practice, can only reach up to Expert Rank: Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Seeker, and Expert. That’s the limit of power one can achieve in the Valora Continent—or, should I say, in the entire Middle Domain." + +His eyes shone as he continued. "However, there are rumors of a place beyond the Forsaken Wilds… Legend has it that in that place, Master Rank is just the beginning, and there are many more ranks of power for people to reach." + +He sighed. "But to go to the Middle Domain, one would have to cross the Forsaken Wilds, and that would be suicide. Those who have ever ventured deep into the Forsaken Wilds never returned, including those with ambitions to enter the Middle Domain." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1180.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1180.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..39203b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1180.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1174: A Small Trial" +slug: "ch-1180" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1180 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1137 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The darkness around Max began to twist. The endless void that had surrounded him for what felt like eternity started to ripple like liquid glass disturbed by an unseen hand. The vibration deepened, resonating through his bones and echoing faintly inside his mind. + +A faint light appeared in the far distance—small at first, but gradually expanding, until it illuminated the void in pale shades of blue and white. + +Max stood calmly, his gaze fixed ahead as the light grew brighter, engulfing the darkness completely. The sensation was strange. It wasn’t like being teleported, nor was it like shifting through spatial layers. + +It was as if reality itself was folding and reforming around him. His surroundings blurred, his vision wavered for a moment, and then everything fell silent. + +When his senses cleared, Max found himself standing in a completely different world. + +The void was gone. + +Before him stretched a vast battlefield that seemed suspended between dream and reality. The sky was an endless expanse of white clouds, flowing like slow-moving rivers of mist. + +Beneath his feet, the ground shimmered as if made of translucent crystal, reflecting faint shades of blue and silver. Floating islands of ice hovered in the distance, drifting gently through the air, each one pulsing with a faint aura of frost. + +Yet this place was not cold. The air carried both heat and chill in perfect harmony. Far on the horizon, streams of flame intertwined with rivers of ice, colliding but never destroying each other, merging into a breathtaking dance of opposing forces. + +The light from the flames refracted through the frozen air, scattering in waves of red and blue that painted the entire sky with ethereal brilliance. + +Max exhaled slowly, taking in the beauty and strangeness of it all. The battlefield seemed alive, breathing with an ancient rhythm. He could feel that this was no ordinary trial space. The energy here wasn’t just natural—it was sentient. + +Every gust of wind, every flicker of light seemed to observe him silently, as though the realm itself was judging whether he was worthy to be here. + +"So this is the second part of the trial," he murmured. His voice echoed faintly, carried away by the gentle flow of air. "A world of balance... fire and ice." + +He took a step forward, his boots crunching lightly against the crystalline ground. The space responded immediately. In an instant, countless patterns lit up beneath his feet—lines of light forming intricate sigils and runes that extended in every direction. + +From the distant edges of the battlefield, figures began to emerge—warriors made of pure flame and soldiers sculpted from living ice. Their forms were hazy at first, like illusions, but within moments they solidified into tangible shapes. + +Each step they took caused the world to shake faintly. Their weapons gleamed under the spectral sky, one half burning with crimson fire, the other radiating icy blue light. + +Max narrowed his eyes. The two opposing armies stood across from each other, stretching far into the distance. Thousands of figures on both sides faced one another in perfect silence, their energy so overwhelming that the air itself began to hum. + +And then, all at once, both armies turned their heads toward Max. + +Their movements were synchronized—flame and frost, heat and cold, destruction and stillness—all focusing on him. The silence broke as a low roar spread through the field, not from any one creature, but from the world itself. + +"So this is the battlefield of duality," Max whispered, realization dawning on him. "To comprehend ice, I must survive the unity of fire and frost." + +The two armies of flame and ice rushed toward Max with deafening roars. The sound was overwhelming—a clash of elements that tore through the dreamlike silence of the realm. + +The heat of burning flames and the cold of biting frost collided midair, sending waves of violent energy surging across the battlefield. Yet in the center of it all, Max stood unmoving. His expression was calm, his eyes unreadable. + +He raised his right hand slowly, and a faint black glow surrounded his palm. The devouring flames within his veins began to stir, and the world responded to that movement. The heat near him surged, twisting wildly as if drawn toward his presence. The frost around him melted instantly, vanishing before it could even touch his body. + +The first wave of enemies—creatures made of molten fire—charged at him, their blades burning with crimson light. They swung together, striking from every direction. But before their weapons could reach him, Max disappeared. The space they struck shattered into fragments, revealing only emptiness. + +A split second later, Max reappeared behind them. His hand moved once, slicing through the air. "Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword." + +A brilliant flash of light followed, blinding everything in its path. The slash tore through the army, severing flame and shadow alike. The fiery creatures screamed, their bodies splitting apart before dissolving into golden ash that scattered across the wind. + +Without hesitation, the army of ice advanced next. Countless soldiers of glacial crystal moved like a tide, their spears gleaming with freezing intent. Each step they took froze the air itself, turning even the drifting ash of their fallen counterparts into brittle shards. But Max didn’t retreat. His body crackled with red lightning as he shot forward, leaving trails of red and blue behind him.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +"Storm King’s Inheritance—Extreme Speed." + +He moved faster than sight could follow, weaving through the icy soldiers like a phantom. His fists struck in a rhythm too fast to count, each blow infused with the raw energy of his Divine Vein. The ground trembled under the impact of his attacks, and each strike shattered dozens of ice warriors into dust. + +When the survivors tried to retaliate, he vanished again, reappearing in the sky above them with his sword in hand. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art—Fourth Movement, Burning Sky." + +The sky turned red. The blade in his hand erupted with black and crimson fire, spreading outward like a wave of molten energy. It descended upon the battlefield with unstoppable momentum, melting the frost below and burning through every icy figure in sight. The flames howled as they spread, consuming the frozen world beneath them. The armies of ice screamed as their forms evaporated, leaving nothing but vapor and melted ground in their wake. + +When the last of the warriors fell, silence returned. The battlefield that had once been alive with chaos was now quiet and still. Steam rose from the scorched ground, and the horizon glowed faintly under the crimson hue of residual flames. + +Max stood at the center of it all, surrounded by destruction. The flames of his sword flickered and dimmed before fading completely. His breathing was steady, not even a trace of exhaustion in his eyes. "Is that all?" he murmured, his voice echoing softly across the shattered landscape. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1181.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1181.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..495333b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1181.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1175: World of Ice" +slug: "ch-1181" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1181 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But the trial was not yet over. + +The air around him shifted again. The red hue of the flames began to fade, replaced by a pale blue glow. The molten ground beneath his feet hardened, freezing in an instant. Steam turned to snowflakes that drifted gently from the air, and the burning sky transformed into a vast expanse of shimmering white. The transition was seamless, as if the world itself had turned over a new page. + +Within seconds, the battlefield had become an entirely different realm. The land stretched endlessly under a blanket of ice, reflecting light in brilliant shades of azure and silver. The air grew heavy and cold, so cold that even breath turned into solid frost before falling to the ground. The silence here was absolute. + +Max exhaled slowly, his breath turning into a trail of ice crystals. "So this is the world of ice," he said quietly. His gaze swept across the frozen landscape. "It looks peaceful... but I doubt it will stay that way for long." + +He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the energy of the realm to seep into his senses. The cold here wasn’t just an element. It was alive. It carried emotion—calm, still, and infinitely patient. The world itself was waiting for him to act. + +Then he opened his eyes again, sharp and clear. "Let’s see what the second trial truly has to offer." + +Max walked across the frozen plain, his boots crunching softly against the translucent ice. Every step echoed faintly, the sound carrying far in the silent, endless expanse. The world was serene yet suffocating—too still, too perfect, like a realm that existed outside of life itself. + +Frost-covered mountains floated in the distance, suspended in midair like frozen memories, their peaks reflecting the pale light of the sky. + +He stopped after a while and looked around, his gaze steady. Nothing moved. There were no enemies, no flames, no guardians—only an unbroken stillness stretching infinitely in every direction. The entire battlefield that had once burned with chaos was now locked in absolute silence. + +’Strange,’ he thought quietly. ’The trial isn’t attacking me anymore.’ + +He lowered himself to one knee and touched the ground. The ice was cold—colder than anything he had felt before—but not in the way of pain or discomfort. It was pure, clean, and stable. + +There was no chaos in it, no turbulence like the flames from before. It was the opposite of destruction—it was control. + +As his hand lingered on the frozen surface, he felt a faint pulse travel upward through his arm. It wasn’t energy in the usual sense. It was a whisper, a memory, an emotion that belonged to the world itself. + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. "I see," he muttered. + +It wasn’t a battlefield anymore. It was a domain—a domain designed not to test his strength, but his understanding. The entire frozen landscape was an embodiment of the Concept of Ice, and its silence was a challenge in itself. The trial wanted him to comprehend what this cold represented. + +He rose to his feet, his expression thoughtful. "So this is the real meaning of the second part," he said quietly. "The first trial tested my control over flames, the power of destruction and hunger. This one..." He looked around slowly. "...is about restraint, patience, and stillness. It’s about understanding the world that stands opposite to fire." + +His breath came out as a cloud of frost. He extended his hand again, feeling the cold air settle between his fingers. The icy mist danced lightly around his palm before dispersing into the air. "To pass this trial, I need to do the same as before," he said, his tone calm and measured. "I have to comprehend the Concept of Ice... all the way to the fourth level." + +He closed his eyes, letting the thought sink in fully. "The first part of the trial led me to the Devouring Flame Essence. This place must hold its counterpart—the Stillness of Frost. If the first trial represented unending motion and hunger, this one must represent eternal quiet and balance." + +He looked around the world again, realizing the truth hidden within its silence. The test wasn’t about fighting at all. It wasn’t about killing or power. It was about learning to listen—to understand the meaning of stillness and the cold’s place in the balance of existence. + +A faint smile touched his lips. "So that’s how it is." + +He exhaled deeply, his breath freezing midair. "The Valley of Frozen Ash wasn’t just a mixture of flame and ice—it was a warning. To truly control both, I have to understand both extremes. Only then can I find the unity that the inheritance seeks." + +The realization filled him with calm determination. He sat down slowly, crossing his legs on the icy ground. The cold seeped into his body, wrapping him in a numb, tranquil embrace. His heartbeat slowed, his breathing steadied. His energy, which had burned fiercely through the previous trial, now dimmed to a faint, steady rhythm. + +’So this is what the trial demands,’ he thought silently. ’To let go of movement, of passion, of noise—and to embrace stillness. To find clarity not in flame, but in frost.’ + +The ice beneath him pulsed faintly in response, and thin lines of light spread outward from where he sat, stretching across the plain. The air grew colder, but also clearer, and the silence deepened until even his thoughts seemed to echo softly inside his mind. + +The world of ice was quiet. Too quiet. The silence was so deep that even the faint sound of his heartbeat seemed out of place. Max sat cross-legged on the glacial plain, the endless frost reflecting his still form like a mirror. There was no warmth here, no trace of motion, no whisper of life. The air itself seemed frozen in time. + +At first, he thought he could adapt easily. After all, he had already comprehended the concept of flames to its fourth level. He knew the nature of elements, their patterns, their rhythm. But as the minutes turned into hours, Max realized just how wrong that assumption was. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1182.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1182.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73d83a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1182.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1176: Comprehending the concept of ice" +slug: "ch-1182" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1182 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Understanding the concept of ice was not like understanding the concept of flames. Flames were alive. They were wild, hungry, driven by instinct and motion. They devoured everything in their path and blazed brighter the more they consumed. Ice was different. It had no hunger. It had no desire. It was stillness in its purest form, existence without need, motion without movement. It rejected everything that flame stood for. + +Max’s body trembled slightly as the contradiction deepened within him. His inner world was used to motion, to the flow of devouring flame that pulsed through his blood. Now that same blood felt heavy, sluggish, restrained by the frost that was creeping through his veins. His heart beat slower. His breathing grew shallower. Even the faintest spark of warmth inside him struggled to survive against the cold that pressed down upon him from all sides. + +What Max failed to realize—or perhaps had chosen not to see—was that all the other geniuses were comprehending the concept of ice together. They shared the same section of this frozen world, their combined presences creating faint ripples of warmth that resisted the isolation. They could speak, exchange insights, compare progress, and break the silence together. + +Max, however, was alone. + +He was placed in a separate layer of this frozen domain, cut off from every other presence. No voices reached him here, no auras resonated with his own. The world he sat in was empty, endless, and merciless. The ice here didn’t just freeze the body; it numbed the soul. Even time seemed reluctant to move forward. + +But Max didn’t care. He didn’t even notice his isolation. + +His focus was absolute. The silence that would have driven others mad became his world. The frost that tried to slow his blood became a part of his rhythm. He accepted the cold, let it sink into him, and tried to understand what it wanted to say. + +The longer he sat there, the more the cold invaded him. A faint layer of frost began to form on his shoulders and arms. His breath came out as thin trails of mist that froze midair before vanishing into the wind. His skin paled slightly, and even his hair seemed to shimmer faintly under the reflection of ice. Yet his eyes remained calm, unblinking, sharp with concentration. + +’The flames devour,’ he thought, his consciousness drifting deeper into meditation. ’They destroy, consume, and change. But ice... ice preserves. It resists change. It waits for eternity without moving.’ + +He tried to reconcile the two ideas, but they clashed violently in his mind. His inner world shuddered as the devouring flames that defined him collided with the spreading frost of his new understanding. It was as if two worlds were trying to exist within the same vessel. Every time the flame flickered, the frost froze it. Every time the frost grew stronger, the flame burned it away. + +The pain wasn’t physical, but mental—deep and overwhelming. + +Max’s consciousness trembled as his body was caught between heat and cold. His inner flame wanted to burn brighter, to fight back, but the frost whispered differently. It told him to stop, to rest, to surrender. + +The contradiction was unbearable. + +His breathing grew harsh, and the thin frost covering his skin deepened, forming a crystalline shell over his arms and back. From afar, it looked as if he had become part of the glacier itself—a statue carved from ice, still and lifeless. But inside that stillness, something fierce continued to stir. + +’Flame and ice,’ he thought weakly, his thoughts echoing like whispers through the frozen void. ’Two sides of the same existence. One burns to create. One freezes to preserve. Both seek to control change in their own way.’ + +He forced himself to keep going. Again and again, he reached out with his mind to grasp the meaning of the cold, to understand its nature. Sometimes he thought he found it, only to lose it again in the next heartbeat. The process was endless. Every step of comprehension he took in this trial was like walking barefoot across shards of ice.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +The minutes turned into hours, and the hours stretched into something beyond time. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there anymore. The frost thickened around him, climbing up his neck and creeping across his face. His eyelashes had frozen, and his lips were pale and dry. He could no longer feel his hands or his legs, but he didn’t need to. His focus had gone far beyond the physical. + +Max was no longer aware of his surroundings. He didn’t notice the endless world of ice, nor the sky above that reflected his stillness. His entire consciousness was immersed in a single pursuit—the path to the Fourth Level Concept of Ice. + +And even though the process was countless times harder than mastering flames, he refused to stop. + +The cold might have numbed his body, but it sharpened his will. It tested his resolve not through battle, but through silence. And that silence was what Max embraced completely. + +The frost covering him glowed faintly, resonating with the world around him. His mind moved one step closer to the truth hidden within the stillness as time passed slowly for Max. + +The first flicker of understanding came like a whisper—soft, delicate, almost imperceptible. Max sat in the frozen plain, surrounded by endless stillness, when a faint glow of blue light began to emerge around him. It was cold yet soothing, quiet yet powerful. The first level concept of ice was beginning to take shape within his consciousness. + +At first, it felt natural, like flowing water settling into stillness. His breathing slowed, and his mind grew calm. He could feel the serenity of frost forming in the deepest corners of his thoughts. The meaning of ice was beginning to reveal itself—the power of stillness that preserved all things. + +But then it happened. + +The moment that understanding touched the core of his being, something deep inside him roared awake. The Devouring Flame Essence—the essence that defined his flames—reacted violently. The black flames within his body surged like enraged beasts, lashing out against the foreign calm of ice that dared to exist beside them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1183.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1183.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..07929ae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1183.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1176: Comprehending the concept of ice" +slug: "ch-1183" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1183 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Understanding the concept of ice was not like understanding the concept of flames. Flames were alive. They were wild, hungry, driven by instinct and motion. They devoured everything in their path and blazed brighter the more they consumed. Ice was different. It had no hunger. It had no desire. It was stillness in its purest form, existence without need, motion without movement. It rejected everything that flame stood for.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +Max’s body trembled slightly as the contradiction deepened within him. His inner world was used to motion, to the flow of devouring flame that pulsed through his blood. Now that same blood felt heavy, sluggish, restrained by the frost that was creeping through his veins. His heart beat slower. His breathing grew shallower. Even the faintest spark of warmth inside him struggled to survive against the cold that pressed down upon him from all sides. + +What Max failed to realize—or perhaps had chosen not to see—was that all the other geniuses were comprehending the concept of ice together. They shared the same section of this frozen world, their combined presences creating faint ripples of warmth that resisted the isolation. They could speak, exchange insights, compare progress, and break the silence together. + +Max, however, was alone. + +He was placed in a separate layer of this frozen domain, cut off from every other presence. No voices reached him here, no auras resonated with his own. The world he sat in was empty, endless, and merciless. The ice here didn’t just freeze the body; it numbed the soul. Even time seemed reluctant to move forward. + +But Max didn’t care. He didn’t even notice his isolation. + +His focus was absolute. The silence that would have driven others mad became his world. The frost that tried to slow his blood became a part of his rhythm. He accepted the cold, let it sink into him, and tried to understand what it wanted to say. + +The longer he sat there, the more the cold invaded him. A faint layer of frost began to form on his shoulders and arms. His breath came out as thin trails of mist that froze midair before vanishing into the wind. His skin paled slightly, and even his hair seemed to shimmer faintly under the reflection of ice. Yet his eyes remained calm, unblinking, sharp with concentration. + +’The flames devour,’ he thought, his consciousness drifting deeper into meditation. ’They destroy, consume, and change. But ice... ice preserves. It resists change. It waits for eternity without moving.’ + +He tried to reconcile the two ideas, but they clashed violently in his mind. His inner world shuddered as the devouring flames that defined him collided with the spreading frost of his new understanding. It was as if two worlds were trying to exist within the same vessel. Every time the flame flickered, the frost froze it. Every time the frost grew stronger, the flame burned it away. + +The pain wasn’t physical, but mental—deep and overwhelming. + +Max’s consciousness trembled as his body was caught between heat and cold. His inner flame wanted to burn brighter, to fight back, but the frost whispered differently. It told him to stop, to rest, to surrender. + +The contradiction was unbearable. + +His breathing grew harsh, and the thin frost covering his skin deepened, forming a crystalline shell over his arms and back. From afar, it looked as if he had become part of the glacier itself—a statue carved from ice, still and lifeless. But inside that stillness, something fierce continued to stir. + +’Flame and ice,’ he thought weakly, his thoughts echoing like whispers through the frozen void. ’Two sides of the same existence. One burns to create. One freezes to preserve. Both seek to control change in their own way.’ + +He forced himself to keep going. Again and again, he reached out with his mind to grasp the meaning of the cold, to understand its nature. Sometimes he thought he found it, only to lose it again in the next heartbeat. The process was endless. Every step of comprehension he took in this trial was like walking barefoot across shards of ice. + +The minutes turned into hours, and the hours stretched into something beyond time. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there anymore. The frost thickened around him, climbing up his neck and creeping across his face. His eyelashes had frozen, and his lips were pale and dry. He could no longer feel his hands or his legs, but he didn’t need to. His focus had gone far beyond the physical. + +Max was no longer aware of his surroundings. He didn’t notice the endless world of ice, nor the sky above that reflected his stillness. His entire consciousness was immersed in a single pursuit—the path to the Fourth Level Concept of Ice. + +And even though the process was countless times harder than mastering flames, he refused to stop. + +The cold might have numbed his body, but it sharpened his will. It tested his resolve not through battle, but through silence. And that silence was what Max embraced completely. + +The frost covering him glowed faintly, resonating with the world around him. His mind moved one step closer to the truth hidden within the stillness as time passed slowly for Max. + +The first flicker of understanding came like a whisper—soft, delicate, almost imperceptible. Max sat in the frozen plain, surrounded by endless stillness, when a faint glow of blue light began to emerge around him. It was cold yet soothing, quiet yet powerful. The first level concept of ice was beginning to take shape within his consciousness. + +At first, it felt natural, like flowing water settling into stillness. His breathing slowed, and his mind grew calm. He could feel the serenity of frost forming in the deepest corners of his thoughts. The meaning of ice was beginning to reveal itself—the power of stillness that preserved all things. + +But then it happened. + +The moment that understanding touched the core of his being, something deep inside him roared awake. The Devouring Flame Essence—the essence that defined his flames—reacted violently. The black flames within his body surged like enraged beasts, lashing out against the foreign calm of ice that dared to exist beside them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1184.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1184.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eaa81b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1184.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1177: Contradiction of Two Opposing Forces" +slug: "ch-1184" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1184 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A deep tremor ran through his body. His calm expression twisted in pain as violent streams of energy erupted from his core. His meridians shook, and his blood boiled and froze at the same time. The devouring flames burned brighter than ever, while the new frost energy that was beginning to form tried desperately to suppress it. + +The contradiction was brutal. + +Flames and frost collided inside him like two worlds trying to destroy each other. The devouring fire hissed, roaring with its endless hunger, while the still ice retaliated with its unyielding calm. Every clash between them sent waves of destructive energy through his body. His skin began to crack under the pressure, faint streams of steam rising as frost and fire warred within him. + +Max gritted his teeth, his expression twisting. His mind felt as if it was being split apart. The devouring flames tried to consume the ice from within, but the frost refused to melt—it froze the flames instead, sealing their wild nature. It was chaos incarnate. + +The battlefield was not outside—it was inside his body. + +His energy spiraled out of control. His bloodline power flared, his veins glowed faintly with alternating shades of black and blue, and his body was wracked by unbearable tension. The sheer contradiction between motion and stillness, creation and preservation, devouring and restraint was tearing him apart. + +A guttural sound escaped his throat as he coughed up blood, the hot crimson instantly freezing into crystals midair. + +"Not... good..." he hissed, forcing his energy to stabilize. But no matter how much willpower he poured into it, the two forces refused to coexist. The devouring flames wanted to burn, to consume, to expand. The frost wanted to calm, to contain, to preserve. Neither could yield. + +The storm inside him raged wilder. The air around him distorted as black fire erupted from one side of his body while blue frost covered the other. The ground beneath him split apart—half of it melting into lava, the other half freezing into solid ice. + +Max’s heart pounded violently. His vision blurred as the two elemental forces fought for dominance. He knew he couldn’t last much longer. The contradiction between these two extremes was something no ordinary body could endure. His meridians were beginning to tear. His life force was fluctuating rapidly, and even his soul trembled under the pressure. + +But just when the chaos reached its peak—when it felt like his body was about to collapse into nothingness—something deeper awakened. + +It came from his very existence. From the foundation of his being. + +A surge of dark silver light erupted from deep within his core, spreading through his entire body like a web of glowing veins. The destructive chaos of flame and frost was immediately caught in its grasp and crushed into submission. + +The Unholy Trinity Body had awakened. + +It was the supreme physique that resided within Max’s being—a physique that transcended balance itself. The moment it activated, the chaos was silenced. + +The devouring flames still burned, but their hunger was restrained. The frost still spread, but its stillness no longer froze his soul. The two opposite forces were forced into harmony by an existence that stood above both creation and destruction. + +Inside Max’s body, a strange calm took hold. The flames curled quietly, their black glow dimmed, while the frost flowed gently around them, their essence no longer clashing. The Unholy Trinity Body didn’t try to merge them. It simply imposed its will, creating order where there was only chaos. + +Max’s breathing steadied. His trembling stopped. The frost that had covered half his face melted into faint mist. His energy, which had been raging uncontrollably moments ago, now flowed smoothly through his body. + +"So... that’s how it is," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. He could feel it now—the meaning of ice. It wasn’t about destruction or conflict. It was about peace. It was about letting things be, about embracing the stillness that allowed existence to remain whole. + +Guided by that realization, Max closed his eyes once more. The frost surrounding him shimmered faintly, responding to his calm. The black flames within him no longer resisted. They flickered softly beside the frost, their presence stable, restrained by his physique’s overwhelming control. + +The two extremes—fire and ice—finally coexisted. + +In that moment of perfect stillness, something inside Max shifted. His consciousness expanded. His mind touched the essence of the cold around him, and the first level concept of ice settled completely within his soul. + +A faint ring of frost spread out from where he sat, expanding silently across the frozen plain. The world around him seemed to recognize his comprehension. The temperature dropped slightly, but it was no longer suffocating—it was calm, serene, and balanced. + +Max exhaled slowly, the faintest smile appearing on his lips. "The first step... is done." + +The Unholy Trinity Body’s glow faded quietly, returning to dormancy, but its presence lingered within him like an unspoken warning—ready to suppress chaos whenever it rose again. + +Having finally grasped the first level concept of ice, Max felt a shift within his soul. The chaos that had once raged inside him was gone, replaced by a strange clarity. He could now feel the presence of frost in every motion of energy—its calm, its order, its stillness. + +But comprehension of the first level was only the beginning. There were still three more layers before he could reach mastery. + +Opening his eyes, Max exhaled lightly, his breath freezing in midair before vanishing. "It’s time," he murmured. + +He waved his hand, and the world around him rippled. The next instant, his consciousness disappeared—vanishing into his Dimension of Time. + +Inside this isolated world, time no longer followed natural flow. It expanded endlessly, stretching moments into years, years into centuries. Here, Max could train for what would feel like millennia, yet only a few hours would pass outside. + +He sat at the center of his dimension, surrounded by a faint field of crystalline frost. His black flames flickered gently beneath his skin, but they no longer resisted the cold. His Unholy Trinity Body maintained perfect harmony between the two extremes, suppressing any conflict before it could arise. + +Max focused completely, allowing his consciousness to sink into the rhythm of stillness. The frost surrounding him reflected endless variations of the same essence—tranquil, patient, eternal. + +He began with the second level of the concept. The first had been about understanding stillness, but the second was about continuity—the ability of ice to persist, to endure through the flow of time. + +Within the Dimension of Time, that truth resonated perfectly. He could see how the frost never truly vanished, even when it melted. It simply transformed, waiting for the right moment to return. The ice wasn’t fragile—it was eternal in its patience. + +Time flowed endlessly around him as he meditated. Years passed like seconds, and in those years, he lived through countless cycles of freezing and thawing, birth and dissolution. Slowly, he began to perceive the underlying rhythm of the concept—the pulse of existence itself through the lens of frost. + +After what felt like several centuries in his Dimension of Time, the frost field around him glowed brighter. A second ring of cold energy spread outward, merging with the first. The second level concept of ice—Enduring Stillness—had taken root within his soul. + +He opened his eyes briefly, a faint glint of blue in his pupils. "Two levels," he whispered. "Let’s keep going." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1185.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1185.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71b48ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1185.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1178: No 4th level concept" +slug: "ch-1185" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1185 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1099 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max didn’t stop. + +Now he sought the third level—the Concept of Ice. Ice was not merely cold and still; it reflected truth. It revealed without distortion. It preserved images, moments, and emotions exactly as they were. + +To comprehend this level, Max observed everything around him—the frozen plains, the drifting mist, even his own reflection in the crystalline frost. He watched the world and himself within it, seeing every detail with piercing clarity. + +The flame within him represented action, while the ice represented perception. The two contradicted each other, yet together they formed a cycle of creation and observation. + +Every few decades within the Dimension of Time, his Unholy Trinity Body would pulse faintly, suppressing the imbalance whenever his flames flared too hot or his frost grew too cold. It was an unspoken guardian, ensuring his stability as he continued his comprehension. + +Time became meaningless. The frost around him grew denser, layer after layer, until it resembled a field of pure diamond. Within it, Max sat like a silent figure carved from ice, unmoving, eternal, and utterly calm. + +Then, in a moment of perfect harmony, he saw it. + +The frost beneath him began to shimmer with reflected light. Countless visions unfolded within its surface—his past, his memories, his battles, his failures, his triumphs. Everything he was had been captured perfectly, preserved in the frozen reflection. + +He finally understood. + +The third level concept of ice—Reflection of Still Truth—was not about freezing the world, but about perceiving it without distortion. It was about embracing truth without judgment. + +As the realization settled, his aura shifted again. A new pulse of energy rippled outward, freezing the very air in intricate patterns of light. The surrounding frost responded to his presence as though recognizing its master. + +The third layer was complete. + +Max slowly opened his eyes. They glowed faintly with intertwined hues of blue and black—two opposing forces living in harmony. + +He exhaled, the breath turning into a gentle mist. "So this is how it feels," he said quietly. "The rhythm of frost and flame finally aligned." + +Even though he had spent what felt like thousands of years inside the Dimension of Time, only a day had passed in the real world. + +The Unholy Trinity Body had kept his existence stable, restraining every flicker of chaos, allowing him to move between contradiction and comprehension freely. + +Now, three levels of the Concept of Ice were his. The path to the fourth awaited, and with it—the key to completing the trial. + +But no matter how hard Max tried, no matter how deep he delved into meditation, he couldn’t sense the existence of the fourth level concept of ice. + +He had already grasped the first three levels to perfection, his understanding as solid and refined as the frost that surrounded him, but there was simply nothing beyond that. It was as if the path ended abruptly—like a frozen wall that refused to crack, no matter how much strength he poured into it. + +He sat cross-legged in the middle of the endless glacial expanse, his body completely still. Layers of frost had gathered around him again, encasing him in a crystalline shell. His breathing was calm, and his consciousness stretched far into the frozen distance. + +He searched through the layers of the world itself, reaching out with his senses, his soul, and his energy. He looked for patterns of cold he hadn’t yet discovered, for movements of frost he hadn’t yet understood. But there was nothing. + +It was as though the world itself had gone silent. + +The frost no longer responded to him. The energy of the ice world was steady, unchanging, and indifferent to his will. He had tried channeling his flames to disturb its stillness, hoping to provoke a reaction that might reveal a new layer of understanding, but it didn’t work. + +The flames were snuffed out before they could spread. He tried altering the flow of his aura, reaching into the depths of silence, but even that didn’t yield anything. + +His consciousness brushed against every part of this ice world, yet he could not find a trace of a higher truth. + +Hours passed. Then days. Then the flow of time lost all meaning again. + +He sat in stillness, unmoving, like a statue of ice among the frozen plains. The silence pressed in on him, heavy and suffocating. He had endured isolation before, but this was different. This wasn’t emptiness—it was refusal. The world itself seemed to reject the idea of him going any further. + +’This can’t be it,’ he thought, his brow furrowing slightly. ’There’s always another level. Flame has four. Space has four. Sword has four. So why... why can’t I feel it here?’ + +He inhaled deeply, forcing his body to remain calm. Once more, he gathered his energy, reaching inward toward his soul. Inside him, the flames and frost still swirled in their eternal dance, kept in harmony by the Unholy Trinity Body. + +He focused on the frost aspect, the serenity of stillness, the perfection of preservation, the mirror of truth—and yet again, there was no spark, no revelation, no sign of progress. + +It was as if the fourth level concept of ice didn’t exist in this world at all. + +Max’s expression turned grim. He had tried every possible approach—understanding through stillness, through motion, through contrast with his flames, through reflection upon his soul—but every method ended the same way. The world remained quiet and unchanging. + +Finally, he exhaled slowly, his breath misting in the cold air. "Either the fourth level doesn’t exist here," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible, "or this world was never meant for one to comprehend it." + +He rose to his feet, brushing off the frost that had settled on his shoulders. His eyes, sharp and determined, scanned the endless horizon once more. The air was so cold that even sound seemed frozen. + +Everything was the same as before—the same white plains, the same biting wind, the same faint glimmer of blue light scattered through the sky. + +And yet, something in the distance caught his attention. + +It was faint, like a shimmer at the edge of perception. A small light flickered on the horizon—a soft, white glow that didn’t belong to the natural frost of this world. It pulsed slowly, rhythmically, like a living thing. + +Without hesitation, Max moved toward it. His steps were silent, leaving faint impressions in the snow that froze solid the moment he lifted his feet. + +The closer he came, the brighter the light became. It wasn’t harsh like the flames of his Devouring Essence—it was gentle, pure, and almost holy. + +Finally, he reached it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1186.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1186.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..043518b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1186.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1179: White Lotus Essence Ice" +slug: "ch-1186" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1186 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1054 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the center of an open field of perfectly smooth ice, there was a crystal formation shaped like a lotus—delicate, radiant, and translucent. Each petal glimmered faintly with flowing patterns of silver and pale blue, releasing threads of frost energy that seemed to breathe in rhythm with the world itself. The air around it was so cold that even time seemed to slow down. + +Max stopped and stared at it for a long moment. "What is this?" he muttered quietly, stepping closer. + +The energy radiating from it was unlike anything he had felt before. It wasn’t aggressive or forceful. It didn’t burn or freeze. It simply existed—quiet, unshakable, and perfect. It felt like the embodiment of purity itself, untouched by emotion or conflict. + +’So this is... an essence?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed it more carefully. + +The energy resonated faintly with his soul. He could feel it brushing against his consciousness, calling to him in a language that was neither sound nor light. It was peaceful, yet immensely powerful. + +He raised his hand, and the frosty wind around him rippled faintly in response. + +"This energy..." he whispered, his voice thoughtful. "It’s pure ice essence... but not like any I’ve felt before." + +Then the realization came. His eyes widened slightly as the answer surfaced in his mind. + +"The White Lotus Essence Ice..." he said softly. + +It was one of the most ancient and rarest ice essences known in the legends—a form of frost said to be born from the soul of an ancient deity of stillness. It was the ultimate essence of purity, the foundation upon which the highest forms of ice could exist. + +He had heard of it before in old texts, back when he studied elemental theories in some of the books of the Black Lotus Guild and Great Ruler Empire, but he had never imagined he would actually see it with his own eyes. + +The White Lotus Essence Ice stood before him, quietly radiating its otherworldly glow. + +Max’s expression turned solemn as he stared at it. He didn’t know yet if this was the key to the fourth level concept of ice, but if anything in this realm could lead him to it, it was this. + +"Looks like I finally found you," he murmured under his breath, stepping closer to the glowing lotus of frost. + +Before Max could even sit down to meditate and comprehend the fourth level concept of ice from the White Lotus Essence Ice, the essence suddenly stirred. Its gentle radiance grew stronger, its form pulsing as if alive. Then, before Max could react, it rose slowly from the frozen ground and drifted toward him, gliding through the air like a living spirit of frost. + +"What...?" Max muttered, his eyes widening. + +He raised his hand instinctively, but it was too late. The White Lotus Essence Ice moved faster than his reaction. It reached his chest and, without hesitation, melted into pure light before piercing through his body and vanishing inside him. + +For a moment, there was silence. Nothing happened. + +The world around him was still. His heartbeat was steady, his breathing normal, and the surrounding frost quiet. But deep within him, something began to stir. + +It started as a faint chill in his veins. Then, in an instant, it erupted. + +The White Lotus Essence Ice awakened violently inside his body, releasing a surge of divine cold energy that tore through his meridians like a flood. It raced through every corner of his being, freezing his blood, his bones, and even his soul. His body turned pale as cracks of frost spread across his skin. + +"Damn it!" Max growled through clenched teeth, grabbing his chest as the freezing pain intensified. + +But the cold wasn’t alone. + +The moment the White Lotus Essence Ice tried to take root inside him, his black flames—the Devouring Essence born of his black dragon bloodline—reacted violently. It was as if the flames sensed an intruder, something entirely incompatible with their existence. + +A deafening roar echoed within Max’s body as the black flames exploded outward, surging to life with uncontrollable fury. Their heat was immense, burning away the frost that covered him for only an instant before it returned again, even stronger than before. + +The clash began. + +The ferocity of the black flames met the iciness of the White Lotus Essence Ice head-on within Max’s body. The two forces collided like two primordial beasts fighting for dominance, each refusing to yield. The impact was catastrophic. + +Max screamed in pain as his body convulsed, his knees hitting the ground hard. The frozen plain beneath him shattered and melted simultaneously, the land turning into a chaotic battlefield of boiling steam and jagged ice. The black flames erupted from one side of his body, devouring everything they touched, while on the other side, the divine frost froze the air solid, encasing everything in crystal. + +The two elements clashed violently inside him, tearing through his organs, shattering his meridians, and threatening to destroy his physical vessel entirely. It wasn’t just a battle of opposites—it was annihilation itself, a war that could not coexist in the same world, yet was happening inside his body. + +Max’s expression twisted in agony as he struggled to control his energy. The ground beneath him split open, magma and frost erupting together in a terrifying spectacle. + +He tried to channel his Unholy Trinity Body, but even that supreme physique trembled under the pressure. The Devouring Flames were primal destruction, pure chaos and hunger, while the White Lotus Essence Ice was sacred order, absolute stillness and purity. + +The clash between the two was not like the friction between two elements—it was the collision between two ideologies, two extremes of existence. + +His muscles tore and regenerated again and again. His skin cracked like shattered porcelain, light leaking from the fractures—half of it burning black, the other half glowing white. His bones groaned, his blood hissed as it alternated between boiling and freezing. + +Max could barely remain conscious. His teeth gritted so hard that blood seeped from his mouth. Every time he tried to circulate his energy to suppress the chaos, one side of his body would explode in flames while the other would freeze solid, undoing all progress instantly. + +He could feel both energies fighting to dominate the other, consuming his vitality in the process. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1187.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1187.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..988c5f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1187.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1180: Yin Yang Physique" +slug: "ch-1187" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1187 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1471 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Inside him, the White Lotus Essence Ice expanded, trying to overwrite everything—to turn his flames, his essence, and his soul into stillness. But the Devouring Flames refused to yield. They roared with defiance, consuming the frost that dared to exist beside them. + +The world around Max became an extension of his torment. One half of the landscape froze into white crystal, while the other burned with black infernal fire. The air trembled from the pressure of two divine forces colliding. + +If Max’s body hadn’t been reforged by the Giant Dwarves, it would have already been obliterated. Even now, despite their craftsmanship, his form was nearing its limit. The blacksmiths of the Giant Dwarven Tribe had rebuilt his body to endure immense strain, but what raged inside him now was far beyond any mortal test. + +He collapsed forward, his palms slamming into the ground as cracks of energy spread out beneath him. + +"Not... yet..." he hissed, his voice trembling. + +The ground beneath him alternated between molten lava and frozen crystal. Waves of steam exploded upward, surrounding him in a mist of chaos. His breathing grew heavy, ragged, each inhale burning his lungs, each exhale freezing his breath. + +His body was caught between destruction and preservation, his soul stretched thin across both extremes. The White Lotus Essence Ice was relentless—it wanted dominion, control, purity. The Devouring Flames refused to submit—they wanted chaos, consumption, dominance. + +Max’s consciousness wavered. His mind flickered between clarity and darkness. He could feel himself being torn apart, molecule by molecule. Yet somewhere in that pain, his will held firm. + +He pressed his hand against his chest, forcing his trembling energy to stabilize even a fraction. + +The frost spread up his neck, but the flames burned it away before it could reach his head. The two powers continued to war inside him, neither willing to yield. + +And yet, through all that agony, through the chaos and destruction, one truth became clear—this was no ordinary conflict. + +This was evolution. + +If his body could survive it, if he could find the balance between these two divine extremes, he wouldn’t just comprehend the fourth level concept of ice. He would transcend it. + +But at that moment, Max’s vision darkened again. The flames erupted from his back like wings, and the frost crept across his chest like armor. The clash between the two forces intensified once more, shaking the land around him. + +The pain was indescribable, yet Max refused to scream. His fists clenched tightly as he fought against the destruction consuming him from within. + +If not for his body forged by the Giant Dwarves—built to withstand divine pressure for opening the first Divine Vein—he would have disintegrated already. Even now, cracks glowed across his body as though he was one strike away from breaking completely. + +"Come on..." he growled through his teeth, the world trembling around him. "You’re... not going to destroy me." + +The frost and flame within him roared in defiance of each other. + +And Max, caught between them, stood his ground—bleeding, burning, freezing—refusing to yield to either side. + +His body trembled violently as the storm of frost and fire inside him reached its peak. The black flames twisted like living serpents, devouring the frost that tried to spread across his meridians, while the divine cold of the White Lotus Essence Ice froze everything it touched, turning the infernal fire brittle and pale. + +The two elements were beyond reconciliation—each existed to destroy the other. + +The ground beneath him shattered completely, torn between molten cracks and frozen shards. The violent collision of the two forces inside him made every breath an act of defiance. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he thought his body would finally collapse. + +But somewhere amid the pain, amid the blinding light of fire and the suffocating chill of frost, Max’s will sharpened. He refused to lose. He refused to die like this. + +He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth until his jaw ached. "If you want to fight," he whispered through the pain, "then I’ll tame both of you myself." + +Drawing on the full focus of his mind, Max dived inward—deep into the core of his being, where the two divine forces raged. He could see them clearly now: the black flames, fierce and untamed, swirling like a storm of chaos on one side; and on the other, the radiant, ethereal glow of the White Lotus Essence Ice, serene yet absolute in its will to dominate. + +They clashed endlessly, like two gods locked in eternal combat. Every collision sent waves of destruction through his body, yet Max forced himself deeper, into the heart of the chaos. + +’If I can understand you,’ he thought, ’then I can control you.’ + +The moment he focused on the frost, he began to see something within it—a pattern, a rhythm that went beyond the concepts of stillness, endurance, and reflection that he had already mastered. The fourth level concept of ice wasn’t about coldness or preservation. It was about absolute equilibrium. + +He finally understood that true ice wasn’t just about freezing or stopping motion—it was the power to nullify all change, to impose perfect stillness in a world of chaos. It wasn’t destruction, but dominion—the authority to decide what could move and what could not. + +The White Lotus Essence Ice represented that concept perfectly. It wasn’t merely reacting to the black flames—it was trying to assert its law upon them, to stop their existence altogether. + +Max’s eyes opened slowly within his spiritual sea, glowing with blue-white light. "So that’s your nature..." he said under his breath. "Not to destroy—but to command stillness itself." + +He steadied his breathing, forcing his will to dominate the storm inside him. Then, instead of resisting the White Lotus Essence Ice, he opened himself to it completely. + +The moment he did, the energy of the divine frost surged into his consciousness. Countless images and sensations flooded into his mind: frozen worlds, silent stars, endless plains of untouched purity. + +The energy shaped itself into understanding, and in that instant, the fourth level concept of ice—Absolute Stillness—revealed itself to him. + +A soundless pulse echoed through his soul. + +The White Lotus Essence Ice stopped resisting. Its violent energy softened, harmonizing with his aura. The black flames still raged, but the frost no longer fought them—it simply stabilized them, containing their destructive nature without extinguishing their essence. + +For the first time, fire and ice coexisted inside him. + +Max exhaled deeply, frost and steam escaping his lips together. His body was still shaking, but the chaos had calmed. The frost flowed through his veins alongside the infernal fire, no longer trying to destroy each other. + +Then, as if responding to this fragile equilibrium, something deeper within him stirred. + +The Unholy Trinity Body, which had been restraining both forces all this time, began to transform. The balance between flame and frost had created something new—something born from the unity of destruction and preservation, chaos and order, heat and cold. + +Golden veins of energy began to appear across his skin, branching like divine patterns of light. His body started to emit an aura unlike anything before—neither burning nor freezing, but radiating pure, perfect equilibrium. The ground beneath him stopped shattering. The molten lava hardened, and the ice melted, merging into a smooth, mirror-like surface. + +Inside him, the two opposing forces—black flame and divine frost—spiraled together into a single current. The energy circulated through his meridians smoothly, harmoniously, empowering every cell of his being. + +Then the voice of the system echoed within his mind:𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +[ Ding! ] + +[ Congratulations! Host has successfully stabilized the fusion of Devouring Flame Essence and White Lotus Essence Ice. ] + +[ New Physique Awakened: Yin Yang Physique (Level 1) ] + +[ Description: A body capable of harmonizing two opposite divine forces. The Yin Yang Physique maintains perfect equilibrium between destruction and preservation, allowing the user to control fire and ice simultaneously without rejection. ] + +[ Effect: Resistance to elemental imbalance increased by 500%. Recovery rate improved by 300%. All elemental comprehension speed increased by 200%. ] + +Max’s body glowed with alternating waves of black and blue light. The once chaotic forces within him now flowed in harmony, like the merging of sun and moon, flame and frost. + +He opened his eyes slowly. His pupils reflected both colors—the blazing black of devouring flames and the serene blue of eternal ice. His aura was calm, yet immeasurably powerful. + +"So this is the Yin Yang Physique..." he muttered, clenching his fist. The air around his hand shimmered, forming a flicker of black flame intertwined with strands of pale frost. They didn’t repel each other. They danced together—balanced, perfect, and obedient to his will. + +A faint smile touched his lips. "Finally... balance." + +The storm inside him had ended. + +The war between fire and ice was over. + +And from that chaos, a new strength was born. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1188.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1188.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..30e4ef2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1188.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1181: Thrown out of the trial" +slug: "ch-1188" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1188 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1079 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Max established the perfect balance between his Devouring Flame Essence and the White Lotus Essence Ice, the world around him began to tremble faintly. The stillness he had created within himself spread outward, merging with the frozen air that surrounded him. + +The ice beneath him reflected his faint glow, showing both his red and blue aura swirling in harmony. For a brief moment, everything felt suspended in time, as if the entire realm had acknowledged the equilibrium he had achieved. + +Then, the trembling intensified. A strange force began to gather around him, faint at first but rapidly growing stronger. The air vibrated softly, carrying an energy that was neither hot nor cold. It felt ancient—like the will of the trial itself had awakened to recognize what he had accomplished. + +Max looked around cautiously, his expression calm but focused. "What now...?" he muttered, his eyes scanning the horizon of the ice world. + +The faint hum in the air deepened into a low resonance that echoed through the vast expanse. Cracks of light appeared in the icy sky, spreading like veins across glass. The ground beneath him also began to shift, rippling like the surface of water. + +He could feel it—a powerful pull coming from above, a distortion of space that felt familiar. It was the same type of spatial ripple that had appeared when he was transported into the second part of the trial. But this one felt gentler, as if it wasn’t forcing him, but guiding him away. + +The trial was ending. + +Max straightened his posture, his hands relaxed at his sides. The red and blue aura that surrounded him stabilized completely, flowing naturally around his body. His energy no longer felt divided. It was whole—unified. The balance of flame and ice had become part of his essence, and even the space around him responded to that unity. + +The ripples of light grew brighter. The cracks in the frozen sky spread further until they covered the entire world. The icy landscape began to dissolve into motes of light, each shard of frost evaporating into the air. + +Max didn’t resist the pull. He had experienced this countless times before in different trials, and he knew what it meant. The trial acknowledged his success and was now sending him back. + +The moment the last shard of ice vanished, the world collapsed entirely. His vision blurred, his surroundings folded into streaks of white and blue, and his body was engulfed in light. + +When the brilliance faded, Max opened his eyes—and the scenery had changed completely. + +He was standing at the entrance of the Valley of Frozen Ash once more. The familiar valley stretched before him, divided sharply between two extremes—one half blazing with crimson flames, the other half covered in thick frost. The air here was heavy with elemental energy, but after what he had just endured, it felt almost peaceful to him. + +He looked down at his hands and exhaled slowly. A faint trail of white mist escaped his breath, instantly followed by a thin flicker of black flame dancing on his fingertips. They coexisted perfectly, flowing from his palm in harmony. + +"So I’ve been sent back..." Max whispered quietly, his gaze turning toward the horizon. + +The valley was still full of activity. Far away, he could see faint silhouettes of other geniuses, some walking out from their respective trial gates, some meditating at the edge of the valley to consolidate their comprehension. + +Judging by the faint ripples of energy in the air, most of them were still stuck somewhere between the first and second trial stages. + +He took a step forward, the frozen ground crunching beneath his feet before melting under the faint warmth of his presence. The moment his aura touched the surroundings, the air rippled faintly, as if recognizing the power that now resided within him. + +’The balance between flame and ice... the Yin Yang Physique,’ he thought to himself. ’It’s stable now. Completely.’ + +He could feel it clearly. The White Lotus Essence Ice within him no longer struggled against the Devouring Flame Essence. Both powers circulated through his meridians freely, complementing one another perfectly. His body had become a vessel of balance, capable of channeling opposing forces without conflict. + +"So, this trial finally ended?" Max muttered as he slowly looked around. The faint shimmer of the Valley of Frozen Ash surrounded him, the sharp contrast of flame and frost still vivid in the air. On one side, the ground glowed faintly with molten red, radiating waves of heat. + +On the other, a thin mist of cold drifted lazily across the frozen land. Yet, there was no portal or gate to another trial, no shift in the space indicating a continuation. It was still. Silent.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Max frowned. He was certain he had only completed the second part of the trial. The last thing he remembered was the void of ice collapsing after he attained balance between his flames and frost. He had never seen the third stage, the inheritance chamber that was supposed to follow. It felt incomplete—like he had been pulled away before finishing. + +"Did I fail?" he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew how these trials worked; one had to pass every stage to reach the end. But in his case, he wasn’t defeated. He had simply... been removed. + +Just then, familiar voices broke his thoughts. + +"Max, you are out too," Victor called from a short distance away. + +Max turned his head to see Victor and Seraphina approaching through the faint mist. Both of them looked exhausted but unharmed. Their clothes bore traces of burns and frost, marks of the intense energies within the trial. Yet, Victor’s grin was casual, easy, as though he had just come back from a simple spar. + +"It seems even you couldn’t comprehend the ice concept," Victor said as he came closer, shaking his head lightly. "For a moment, I thought you might be the only one who could push through all three parts." + +Max nodded, his expression unreadable. "Looks like that’s the case." + +But even as he spoke, his mind was piecing together the pattern. + +He studied Victor, then turned his gaze to Seraphina, who stood quietly beside him. Her aura, while strong, carried no trace of ice energy. She had clearly stopped before reaching even the first level of comprehension. Her flame affinity was strong, but the opposite element had rejected her completely. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. The realization came naturally after that. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1189.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1189.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..505ae49 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1189.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1182: Chris and Christine’s Opportunity" +slug: "ch-1189" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1189 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +It wasn’t random. The trial had its own selection process. Those who couldn’t comprehend the fourth level concept of flame in the first trial were removed early. They never even got a chance to move forward. Then, in the second part, those who failed to comprehend the concept of ice—even at the most basic level—were expelled as well. + +That explained everything. + +Seraphina was a perfect example. Her flames were impressive, and her understanding of the fire element was at 4th level, but she had absolutely no affinity for ice. The trial must have sensed that and removed her automatically. + +Max gave a small nod to himself, the pieces falling into place. "So that’s how it works," he said quietly. + +Victor raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" + +"The trial wasn’t about strength alone," Max replied. "It’s about balance. It seems the Valley chooses only those who can maintain harmony between fire and ice. Those who can’t comprehend both sides are eliminated automatically." + +Seraphina’s lips tightened slightly, though she didn’t speak. She crossed her arms and looked away, clearly frustrated. + +Max studied her for a moment and smiled faintly. "Don’t take it too seriously. The trial was built for people with equal mastery of two opposite elements. That alone makes it one of the most difficult trials in the domain." + +Her expression softened at his words, though she didn’t reply. + +Victor let out a small sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "You’re right about that. I couldn’t even reach the third level of flame comprehension before the trial threw me out. I guess my Azure Dragon Bloodline doesn’t help much here." + +Max chuckled lightly. "You did better than most. At least you made it to the first part of the trial." + +Victor smiled back, though there was a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Yeah, maybe. But you—" He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze turning curious. "You don’t seem frustrated at all. Did something happen in there?" + +Max’s expression remained calm. "I managed to comprehend what I needed to." + +Victor looked surprised, then slowly grinned. "Don’t tell me you actually reached the fourth level of ice concept?"𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Max didn’t answer directly, only smiled. "Let’s just say... I didn’t leave empty-handed." + +Victor’s eyes widened slightly, his expression caught between disbelief and admiration. He laughed softly after a moment. "Unbelievable. Every time I think I’ve caught up to you, you pull ahead again." + +Seraphina gave Max a curious look but said nothing. + +But even as Max stood there with Victor and Seraphina, one question continued to linger in his mind. It was something he could not shake off no matter how much he tried to reason it through. + +Why was he thrown out when he had already comprehended the fourth level concepts of both flames and ice, and had even achieved perfect balance between them? + +He had done everything that the trial was designed for. He had unified two opposing elements that naturally rejected each other. He had forged a new physique, the Yin Yang Physique, which symbolized harmony itself. By all logic, he should have been the one chosen to proceed to the third part of the trial. + +Yet, the trial had cast him out as if he had failed. + +He folded his arms and looked toward the horizon, the two halves of the valley still burning and freezing side by side. The red glow of the flame region shimmered with heat, while the icy mist of the frozen side spread faintly through the air. + +His mind replayed the final moments before he was expelled—the moment the White Lotus Essence Ice had merged with him, the balance he had achieved, and the sudden force that had pulled him away immediately afterward. It had not been rejection. It had felt deliberate, as if the trial itself had made a decision. + +Seraphina’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Chris and Christine are the only ones not out yet," she said, her tone carrying a faint edge of jealousy. "It seems they’re taking part in the final stage of the trial now." + +Max turned toward her slowly, his expression calm but curious. "Chris and Christine?" he repeated softly. + +Seraphina nodded. "Yes. I saw it before I was forced out. The twin stars of Acaris. The trial recognized them both at the same time and opened a special gate for them in the second trial. After that, they disappeared. No one else was allowed to enter." + +A small look of realization crossed Max’s face. "I see. So that’s how it is." He paused for a moment, his gaze lowering slightly. "Good for them." + +Now he understood why he hadn’t been allowed to go further. The trial was not simply searching for individuals who could master both flame and ice—it was looking for those who could unite them in a different way. + +Chris and Christine were twin siblings, born under the same celestial energy yet carrying two opposite elemental physiques—Flame Spirit Physique and Ice Spirit Physique. + +They were perfect opposites, yet naturally connected by blood and soul. The unity between them was something even greater than what a single person could achieve. The trial must have seen in them the ideal representation of the harmony between opposing forces—the same harmony that Max had accomplished within himself, but reflected externally in two bodies. + +He exhaled softly, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, that’s why," he said under his breath. + +Even though a part of him wondered why he wasn’t chosen despite proving his mastery, he could not bring himself to feel angry or bitter. Instead, he felt an odd sense of pride. Chris and Christine were not strangers. + +They were his people—geniuses from Acaris, the same world he had come from. If they succeeded in claiming the inheritance, it would strengthen their home world immensely. + +He nodded slightly to himself, his voice quiet but firm. "It’s fine. If the trial chose them. They are worthy enough." + +Victor looked at him curiously. "You don’t seem disappointed." + +Max shook his head. "No. I gained what I came for. They’re more than enough. I don’t need the inheritance." He paused, his eyes narrowing faintly. "Besides, if Chris and Christine are the ones who receive it, it’s still our victory. The inheritance won’t leave our world’s hands." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-119.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-119.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c0c10e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-119.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 119: Ascendants" +slug: "ch-119" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 119 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1444 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max nodded, his expression thoughtful. "How did my sister go to the Middle Domain then?" he asked curiously. + +Ralph shrugged. "I don’t know. One day, Freya came to me saying she would depart for the Middle Domain, and after that, I have never seen her." + +Max nodded, recalling her soul. ’If her soul is still alive, then that means she has entered the Middle Domain safely,’ he thought. + +"Uncle Ralph, I have one more thing to ask." Max said, turning to him. "What do you know about Falling Lake?" + +Ralph’s expression became serious. "You can’t go there. Definitely not." He refused outright. "That place is living hell in the eastern region, packed with Seeker rank hunters, with no shortage of monsters roaming capable of killing those at Adept Rank." + +Max frowned upon hearing him. He had expected the place to be dangerous, but hearing Ralph’s words, he realized he had seriously underestimated it. + +’It seems like I have to increase my strength a bit before heading to Falling Lake,’ Max thought, deciding his plans for the future. + +"Uncle Ralph, don’t worry. I won’t enter that place anytime soon." Max said, his expression becoming curious. "Do you happen to have any treasures that can increase soul force, or better yet, chaos stones?" + +Ralph raised his brows at Max’s words. "A treasure that can increase soul force is very hard to come by, and even if I have some, I won’t give you any," he said directly. "But as for chaos stones… I happen to have some." + +He waved his hand, and a pouch appeared before him. "Take it. If I’m not mistaken, there should be around ten chaos stones in there." He tossed it to Max. + +Max caught it with a smile and bowed. "Thank you, Uncle Ralph. I will leave now." + +Ralph nodded and smiled. "Remember, the Thorne family stands with you, just as we have stood by Freya Voidwalker." + +Max nodded in appreciation. He needed all the help he could get. + +"Let’s go. I’ll see you out," Ralph said as he led Max through the castle. + +--- + +In one of the quiet restaurants in Central City, with barely any people present, Max was eating his meal. + +After leaving the Thorne Family, he didn’t head straight towards the guild and took a detoure, but on the way, he decided to eat something. + +’It’s my first time eating at a restaurant in Central City, and the food here is as delicious as it could get,’ Max thought, savoring every bite. + +However, just as he was enjoying his meal, a lady entered through the door of the restaurant and made her way toward him. + +Max noticed her with his Three Dimensional Body but didn’t pay much attention, thinking she would sit somewhere nearby. + +But to his surprise, she came straight to him and sat at the seat opposite him. + +Max stopped eating and became cautious, as she wasn’t weak by any means. Her strength was at the 6th level of Adept Rank. + +"Who are you?" Max asked, observing her. The lady appeared to be in her early twenties, with black hair, wearing a professional suit. + +She appeared calm and composed as she placed a parchment, like a letter or something, on the table full of food and pushed it toward him. + +Max frowned, seeing that, and asked, "What is it?" + +The lady finally spoke. "An invitation from the Ascendants." + +Enjoy more content from freewebnovel + +"Ascendants? Is that a guild or something?" Max wondered aloud as he took the parchment, which turned out to be an invitation letter. + +Opening it, he read its contents. + +"Max Morgan, We have acknowledged that you are worthy to join us, the Ascendants. A team will contact you soon — Cane." + +Max frowned and turned to the lady. "I’m already part of a guild. I cannot join another." With those words, he refused the invitation. + +The lady just nodded, bowed, and left the restaurant, leaving Max stunned. + +"She didn’t even make any offers and just left like that?" he muttered, wondering who would recruit geniuses like that. + +Max tapped his holowatch and entered the Extranet to search for Ascendants, but he found nothing. There wasn’t a single article about any guild or organization related to Ascendants. + +’Is this a joke or something?’ Max felt baffled and shrugged it off in the end. + +He quickly resumed eating his meal, and after an hour, he left the restaurant, heading straight to the Rune Tower. He had some things to buy for his little experiment experiment. + +--- + +On the way, he fortunately didn’t encounter any assassins, so he made it safely to the guild. However, just as he entered the portal to arrive at the guild, a figure was waiting for him inside. + +Max saw Anton standing quietly just beside the portal, his eyes turning to him when he emerged. + +"Max, follow me. We need to talk," Anton said as he headed somewhere. + +Max frowned but followed him all the way to an open ground. No one was around at that time, only him and Anton. + +"What is this place?" Max asked, his gaze scanning the surroundings. + +Anton crossed his arms, a faint smirk on his lips. "You can think of it as a practice ground, a place to sharpen your skills." + +Max gave a curt nod, his tone skeptical. "And what do you want from me?" + +Anton stepped forward, his movements so quick he was suddenly inches away from Max. His sharp eyes locked onto Max’s. "I heard something interesting," he began, his voice low. "The Lantern of Purple Death tested your blood, and you managed to evade detection. I wonder... did you pull the same trick when Veylin tested your blood?" + +Max’s expression darkened, his frown deepening. "You’re overthinking things." He turned on his heel, intent on walking away. + +Anton’s hand clamped onto Max’s shoulder like a vice. "Am I?" Anton’s voice carried a note of suspicion, his grip firm. + +Max spun around, his glare sharp enough to cut. "You saw the result yourself," he snapped. "My blood in that container didn’t match. It didn’t react like a Voidwalker’s. So, quit bothering me about it." + +The two stood there, their eyes locked in an intense standoff, neither willing to give an inch. + +"Hey, it seems the boy of the month is here." Just then, a group of five young hunters arrived at the open field. + +They were being led by an orange-haired guy around 20 years of age, followed by two other guys, both with black hair—one combed neatly, and the other with long wild hair and a daring expression on his face. + +Behind them walked two ladies—one with long brown hair tied in a ponytail and the other with shoulder-length black hair. + +"I was just telling Max about the team that will be entering the Temple of Divine," Anton smiled at Max and turned to them. "Max, meet the five strongest geniuses of the Apprentice Rank from our guild." + +He added, "I wanted you to meet them beforehand before you enter the Temple of Divine." + +Max glanced at them, noticing that each one of them had strength at the peak of Apprentice Rank. + +"It’s nice to meet you all. I’m Max Morgan," he introduced himself with a smile on his face. Though he felt some anger towards Anton for being suspicious of him, he couldn’t do anything about it. + +"I’ve heard a lot about you," the orange-haired guy said with a confident grin. "Word is, you can battle those at the Adept Rank despite being at the Apprentice Rank." + +Max raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent. "And you are?" + +The orange-haired guy scratched the back of his head, chuckling. "Oh, where are my manners? I’m Alex," he said, pointing a thumb at his chest. "And honestly, I don’t buy the hype. There’s no way your so-called strength can match someone at the Adept Rank. Not at your level," he added, his voice oozing with self-assurance. + +Max shrugged nonchalantly. "I see." He shifted his gaze to the others standing nearby. "Nice to meet you all, but I’m in the middle of something. Let’s catch up a month from now." + +With that, Max turned to leave, his demeanor calm and uninterested. + +"Wait, hold on." Alex quickly moved to block his path, his grin widening. "I said I don’t believe in your strength, but there’s an easy way to settle that. Let’s fight. Right here, right now. Let’s see who’s really strong and who’s just all talk." + +Max stopped and glanced at Alex, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You sure you want to do this?" + +Alex’s grin turned into a smirk. "Oh, I’m more than sure." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1190.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1190.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9323678 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1190.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1183: Towards the Core Region!" +slug: "ch-1190" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1190 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seraphina glanced at him, her expression complicated. "You’re too calm about this," she said softly. + +"I’ve learned that not every opportunity needs to belong to me," Max replied. "Sometimes, it’s enough to know that the right people got what they needed." + +For a moment, silence hung between them. The sounds of distant elemental energy filled the air—the crackle of flame, the whisper of frost, and the faint echo of power emanating from deep within the valley where the twins were undergoing their trial. + +Max looked in that direction, his expression thoughtful but serene. "If they succeed," he said, "they’ll become pillars of our world. The Flame Spirit and the Ice Spirit—united under one inheritance. That kind of strength could change the course of the coming war." + +Victor followed his gaze, his usual easygoing smile fading into a look of respect. "You really think that far ahead, huh?" + +"I have to," Max answered quietly. "The peace or whatever it is we have now won’t last forever. The stronger our people become, the more chances we’ll have when that time comes." + +Seraphina’s eyes softened slightly. "You talk like elders you know," she said. + +Max gave a faint smile, his tone calm and steady. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ve just learned what truly matters." + +As he turned his attention back toward the glowing horizon, a faint tremor shook the valley once more. The flames and frost pulsed together, merging briefly before separating again. It was faint, but Max could feel it—a resonance that came from the heart of the trial, where Chris and Christine were still inside. + +He didn’t need to see them to know what was happening. The trial was testing them now, pushing them to unite what he had already balanced within himself. + +In his heart, there was no resentment. Only a calm determination. Because while others were competing for inheritance, he was already walking a path of his own making—one that would eventually surpass every trial in the domain. + +The path of Yin and Yang. + +"This is the last trial site at the edge of the inner region," Max said, his voice calm as he surveyed the landscape stretching before them. The flames and frost of the Valley of Frozen Ash faded behind him, replaced by a new horizon cloaked in pale mist and faint distortions of space. The air here carried a heavy pressure, as though the world itself warned those who dared to move forward. + +He turned toward his companions—Victor and Seraphina—and smiled faintly. "The path ahead will lead us directly to the core region. Let’s head there, shall we?" + +Victor frowned slightly. "What about Chris and Christine?" he asked. "If the trial doesn’t end soon, they might not make it to the core region in time." + +Max shook his head, his tone steady and reassuring. "You don’t have to worry about them. They’re still inside the Valley’s trial, but once they finish, the trial itself will take them to the core region. That’s how the secret domain works. It won’t abandon anyone who’s passed its tests." + +Seraphina nodded, her expression thoughtful. "He’s right. Besides, the Divine Platform won’t activate until every remaining genius has reached the core region. Until then, the entrance will remain sealed." + +Victor sighed softly in relief. "I suppose that makes sense." + +Satisfied, Max turned his gaze forward. The faint shimmer of a barrier could be seen far ahead—an invisible divide separating the inner region from the core region. + +They began walking. + +At first, the journey was calm. The terrain was rugged but quiet, filled with faint traces of old ruins and broken paths that might once have belonged to past civilizations. The air was thick with residual energy, a blend of countless elemental forces intertwining. But the deeper they went, the heavier the pressure became. + +Then the attacks began. + +Without warning, the ground split open, and creatures of unimaginable shapes poured out from beneath. They were monstrous in form—some born of flame, others carved from ice, and some forged entirely from pure spatial distortion. Their eyes glowed red, blue, or silver depending on their element, and their roars shook the air like thunder. + +The first wave caught several weaker geniuses off guard. They screamed as razor-like claws tore through their defenses, their protective shields shattering instantly. In a blink, the peaceful advance turned into a chaotic battlefield. + +"Defend yourselves!" someone shouted from behind. + +Flames, lightning, and swords of energy filled the air. The geniuses unleashed their techniques wildly, filling the space with explosive flashes of power. The scent of scorched earth and blood filled the air as the monsters kept coming—hundreds, then thousands. + +Even Victor, with his Azure Dragon bloodline, looked grim. He unleashed torrents of blue flames that scorched through dozens of monsters, but for every beast he killed, two more emerged from the ground. His scales shimmered faintly as his aura surged, but sweat dripped down his forehead. + +Seraphina stood beside him, her body surrounded by waves of crimson energy. Each swing of her blade unleashed arcs of destructive force that burned the monsters to ash, yet her breathing grew heavy with time. "There are too many!" she shouted, frowning as another group of beasts burst from the frozen ground. + +"I know," Victor replied through clenched teeth, twisting his hand to summon a massive azure spear that he hurled into the crowd ahead. It exploded, sending flames roaring through the field. + +Max, however, moved differently from the rest. His expression remained calm as he stepped forward, cutting through the waves of monsters without hesitation. + +His black sword flashed through the air, trailing streaks of silver and red light. Every time he swung, a hundred monsters were torn apart—some burned, some frozen, and others crushed as the space around them collapsed. + +The 4th-level concept of space, the 4th-level concept of flames, and the 4th-level concept of ice all moved in unison around him. His aura created a domain of pure destruction where no monster could survive. + +"Stay behind me," he called out evenly, his voice carrying across the chaotic battlefield. + +Victor and Seraphina followed his lead, using the opening Max created to move forward. The other geniuses nearby looked toward him in disbelief. They had seen him fight before, but the calm efficiency with which he annihilated these beasts was something else entirely. + +Even the golden-crowned geniuses scattered among the crowd—those from other worlds—watched him carefully. They, too, faced the endless horde with composure, their strength allowing them to stand firm while others were forced to retreat or perish. Their auras blazed brightly like miniature suns across the battlefield, but none shone quite as steadily as Max’s. + +Hours passed like this. Every few minutes, another wave of monsters surged forth from the cracks in the earth, each wave stronger than the last. The geniuses were covered in blood, their clothes torn, their energies spent. + +The ground was littered with corpses—both beasts and cultivators alike. The cries of the dying echoed across the vast battlefield, mixing with the roars of the monsters in a deafening symphony of chaos. + +"This is madness," Victor said, panting heavily as he wiped the blood from his cheek. + +Seraphina’s face was pale, but her eyes burned with determination. "We can’t stop now. The core region should be close." + +Max, standing at the front, nodded. "You’re right. Keep your focus." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1191.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1191.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21ffcf0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1191.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1184: Beast Horde" +slug: "ch-1191" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1191 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Victor and Seraphina were following Max closely as horde of monsters kept coming at them. All the other geniuses were also barely standing against the sudden horde of monsters. If not for the golden crowned geniuses taking the lead to eliminate most of the powerful monsters, most if not all the geniuses would have died here. + +Max glanced forward, his Three Dimensional Body sensing something "Be ready," he said quietly. "Something’s coming." + +Before Victor or Seraphina could ask what he meant, the earth cracked open. Then, all at once, it began. + +From every direction—above, below, and across the ridges—monsters poured forth like a living tide. There were thousands of them, perhaps tens of thousands, each radiating a sinister aura thick enough to darken the sky. + +Their shapes were diverse and nightmarish: beasts of molten fire that left burning trails behind their steps, creatures of jagged ice whose bodies glimmered like glass, and twisted abominations of shadow whose eyes glowed red with hunger. + +The ground quaked beneath their collective roar. + +"It’s a horde!" Victor shouted, his expression darkening as he unsheathed his azure spear. + +Seraphina’s grip tightened on her sword, her crimson aura flaring into life around her. "They’re everywhere! This energy... it’s like they were waiting for us!" + +Max’s gaze swept over the battlefield, his eyes narrowing slightly. "They were," he said calmly. "This isn’t a random attack. It’s the final test before the core region." + +It made sense. The Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain was a creation of unfathomable intelligence, every trial structured with purpose. + +These monsters were not wild creatures. They were guardians, programmed to cull the weak—to make sure only those capable of surviving absolute chaos could reach the Divine Platform that awaited in the core region. + +And now, they were doing their duty. + +The horde moved as one, crashing forward in a storm of claws and teeth. The geniuses scattered across the battlefield unleashed everything they had. Firestorms erupted, blades of light sliced through the air, and waves of elemental energy clashed violently. + +The ground split apart under the intensity of the battle. Mountains cracked, and rivers of molten rock burst from the fissures, flooding the battlefield in searing waves. Screams filled the air as geniuses were torn apart, crushed, or frozen alive. + +Max moved through the chaos like a blade through water. His sword flashed once, and a line of monsters collapsed instantly, their bodies turning to dust. The air around him rippled as he combined his 4th level Concept of Space with the 4th level Concept of Flames and 4th level Concept of Ice, turning the battlefield into a storm of devouring fire and freezing wind. + +Each swing of his sword opened rifts that swallowed monsters whole. His black flames devoured everything they touched, leaving only ash, while the white frost from his new comprehension froze even light itself for an instant. + +Behind him, Victor fought valiantly, his Azure Dragon Bloodline releasing waves of azure fire and lightning that crushed entire groups of monsters at once. But even he was panting, his energy rapidly draining under the relentless assault. + +Seraphina’s aura flickered with exhaustion as she burned through her energy to keep up, her crimson sword slicing through the swarm but never thinning it enough. + +"This is endless!" Victor shouted, gritting his teeth as he speared another beast through the chest. + +"It’s not meant to end easily," Max replied, his tone even despite the chaos. "It’s meant to decide who gets to enter." From the map Giant Dwarves had given him, he could tell that this beast horde was meant to eliminate at least half of the geniuses here before they could make it to the core region. + +The reason? It was to filter out weak ones from the strong ones. Only the strong geniuses were allowed to enter the core region. + +It was a cruel method but a very good one to filter out weak ones from the strong. + +One by one, geniuses fell. Some were ripped apart, others buried beneath collapsing earth, and a few tried to retreat only to be surrounded and devoured by the monsters. The air was filled with the scent of blood and scorched energy. + +But amid the slaughter, something began to shift. + +After what felt like hours, the number of surviving geniuses dwindled drastically. From thousands, only a few hundred remained, and among them were the strongest—those wearing golden crowns, their power surpassing all others. + +Then, as if a signal had been given, the monsters began to slow. Their roars softened into low growls. Their movements lost the frantic aggression that had driven them moments before. + +The survivors froze, weapons still raised. Even Victor and Seraphina stopped fighting, their bodies trembling from exhaustion. The horde stood silently before them, filling the horizon like a sea of living death. For a moment, it felt as though another wave was coming. + +Then, without warning, the monsters turned away. + +The ground trembled one final time as the beasts retreated, sinking back into the shadows of the earth and the mists from which they had emerged. Within moments, the battlefield fell completely silent. The stench of blood lingered in the air, but the overwhelming pressure was gone. + +"They’re... gone?" Seraphina said in disbelief, her sword lowering slightly. + +Victor exhaled heavily, falling to one knee. "They just stopped. What was that supposed to be?" + +Max looked around the devastated landscape—the cracked plains, the corpses of beasts and humans alike, the fading heat and frost from the battle. + +His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "It was judgment," he said quietly. "The secret domain was testing who deserves to move forward. Those who survived were chosen. The rest... were never meant to reach the core region." + +As if responding to his words, the mist ahead began to shimmer. The faint outline of a barrier appeared, glowing faintly with golden light. The air within it pulsed with energy so intense that even from a distance, it made their hearts tremble. + +"That must be the entrance," Victor said weakly. + +Max nodded. "Yes. The core region." + +He turned back briefly, his eyes lingering on the bodies of those who had fallen. It wasn’t pity he felt, but acknowledgment. Every one of them had been a genius in their own right. They had simply reached their limits. + +The Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain demanded more than talent. It demanded survival. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1192.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1192.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fc896ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1192.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1185: Filtering out the weaks" +slug: "ch-1192" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1192 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1399 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let’s go," Max said at last, stepping forward. + +Victor and Seraphina followed closely behind, their steps heavy but resolute. + +As they crossed the blood-soaked earth and approached the shimmering barrier, the battlefield behind them began to fade away—devoured by light until only the three of them remained standing before the gate to the core region. + +The test was over. + +The elimination was complete. + +"I wonder if the geniuses we brought from our respective forces managed to get past that monster horde," Victor said quietly, his gaze fixed on the shimmering barrier ahead of them. His usual calm expression was replaced by something far heavier—a mixture of exhaustion and unease. "Even we had a hard time fighting through those monsters. I can’t imagine how the others could have survived it. I wonder if they’re all dead." + +Seraphina didn’t respond immediately. The question hung in the air, sharp and heavy. Her hand gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, and her lips pressed into a thin line. + +She looked back toward the path they had come from—the vast, blood-soaked battlefield that stretched endlessly into the mist. The smell of scorched earth and burnt flesh still lingered faintly in the air, a grim reminder of the horror that had unfolded there. + +What Victor said was true. The journey from the inner region to the barrier of the core region had been nothing short of a massacre. Thousands of geniuses had entered the final stretch, each one representing a powerful faction or world. Yet only a few hundred, at best, had managed to survive. And even among them, many were badly injured or drained of energy. + +If even they, two of the strongest geniuses among their generation, had struggled to stay alive during that chaotic battle, then what chance did the weaker ones have? The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. + +Seraphina finally spoke, her voice soft but laced with sorrow. "They were all talented, every one of them. I saw how determined they were when we first entered this place. Some of them might have survived, but..." She paused for a moment, her eyes darkening as she recalled the scene—the endless waves of monsters, the screams, the ground shaking under their feet. "Most of them probably didn’t make it." + +Victor’s jaw tightened. "It feels wrong," he muttered. "They fought for the same cause, and yet this place treats them like disposable pawns. The secret domain doesn’t care about who they are or where they come from. It only values strength." + +"At least half of them are still alive," Max said quietly, his gaze fixed on the faint golden barrier shimmering before them. His voice carried a calm certainty that made both Victor and Seraphina turn toward him. + +Victor frowned slightly. "Half?" he repeated. "You’re sure?" + +Max nodded, his tone steady. "Don’t ask how I know, but I am sure of it. Out of all the geniuses who entered this secret domain with us, at least half are still breathing. They’re already in the core region. Some of the golden-crowned geniuses led their groups through the monster horde, cutting a path for others to follow. Many fell along the way, but the rest managed to survive. And that is what matters the most—they survived." + +Seraphina looked both relieved and puzzled. "Are you sure of that?" she asked softly. + +Max didn’t answer directly. In truth, he could sense it through the Black Lotus Guild’s bloodline link. His connection to every guild member allowed him to feel their presence faintly no matter where they were in the domain. + +Through that bond, he knew they had crossed the threshold safely. Their voices, though distant, reached him in brief murmurs—a quiet assurance that half of their forces had made it. + +Victor exhaled slowly, nodding. "That’s good news, at least," he said, a small smile appearing on his lips. + +"Indeed," Seraphina added, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Let’s hope they can hold on until the Divine Platform appears." + +Max’s eyes moved toward the glowing barrier once again. "They’ll be fine," he said simply, then stepped forward. "Now, it’s our turn." + +Without hesitation, he walked straight into the golden light. The moment his body passed through the barrier, an overwhelming sensation washed over him. The world around him twisted briefly as if space itself had been rewritten, and then—suddenly—the scene changed. + +He was standing on solid ground again, but everything was different. + +The core region stretched out before him like another world entirely. The air shimmered faintly, filled with a dense mist that glowed with countless colors—gold, silver, azure, and faint streaks of violet. + +This wasn’t ordinary mist. It was pure energy, so concentrated that it had taken physical form. Waves of power rolled through the air with every breeze, so thick that each breath felt like drinking from an ocean of spiritual essence. + +Victor and Seraphina stepped through behind him, both of them stopping abruptly as they took in the sight. Their eyes widened in disbelief. + +"What... what is this place?" Seraphina whispered, her voice barely audible. "The energy here—it’s visible." + +Victor closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. The moment he did, his body glowed faintly with blue light, and he could feel his aura strengthening instantly. His fatigue from the earlier battles began to fade, his energy refilling rapidly. "Incredible," he said slowly. "It’s like absorbing pure beast cores, but smoother. Cleaner." + +"It’s purer than anything I’ve felt before," Max said quietly, looking around. "This energy isn’t ordinary mana. It’s very refined like Divine Essence..." He could tell this energy was very similar to Holy Nectar but much more purer and easier to absorb than Holy Nectar. + +The three of them stood at the top of a ridge overlooking a vast landscape. Below them stretched a realm of surreal beauty and danger. + +Forests of crystalline trees shimmered faintly in the mist, each leaf pulsing with light. Rivers of molten energy flowed between glowing hills, splitting the terrain into fragments of color. In the distance, enormous mountains rose into the clouds, their peaks crowned by radiant halos. + +Everywhere they looked, the air seemed alive—vibrating softly, humming with power. Even standing still, they could feel the energy seeping into their bones, strengthening their flesh, calming their souls, and sharpening their senses. + +Seraphina knelt down and touched the ground, her fingers brushing over a patch of crystalline moss. The moment she did, threads of light rose from it and danced across her hand. "This entire place is saturated," she said, astonished. "The ground, the air, even the plants—they’re all infused with divine essence." + +Max nodded slightly. "That’s why the core region is so important," he said. "The Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain was built to protect this place. This is where true opportunities exist. The Divine Platform, the inheritances, the final trials—they’re all here." + +Victor chuckled softly, though his tone was tinged with awe. "No wonder so many died trying to reach it," he said. "This place alone is worth the risk." + +Max remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the landscape. He could sense countless presences scattered throughout the region—other geniuses, each one searching, exploring, and waiting for the descent of the Divine Palace Platform. The tension in the air was almost tangible, as if the world itself was preparing for something monumental. + +Finally, Max turned to the other two. "Stay alert. The core region might look peaceful, but it’s the most dangerous part of this domain. The monsters here won’t be ordinary, and the trials will be far beyond what we’ve faced before." + +Victor smirked faintly. "After everything we’ve gone through, danger almost feels normal." + +Seraphina laughed softly, though there was a hint of nervousness in her tone. "Let’s just hope we can handle whatever comes next." + +Max’s eyes lingered on the horizon, where the mist glowed brightest. The faint outline of a colossal structure could be seen in the distance—something ancient and divine, half-hidden behind the veil of light. + +He didn’t say anything, but deep inside, his instincts told him that was where everything would end. The Divine Palace Platform. The final trial. + +Taking a deep breath, he looked at his companions and said, "Let’s move." + +And with that, the three of them began their journey into the core region, their steps echoing softly against the luminous ground as the mists of divine energy swirled around them like a living sea. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1193.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1193.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..342c767 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1193.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1186: Mission of the Black Lotus Guild" +slug: "ch-1193" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1193 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1249 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The trio—Max, Victor, and Seraphina—moved deeper into the core region, joined by the other surviving geniuses who had only just arrived through the golden barrier. The moment they began their journey inward, they noticed how profoundly different this place was from any region they had traversed before. + +In the outer and inner regions, every step forward had been a battle. Each trial was guarded by beasts, illusions, and traps designed to push them to the edge of despair. The air there had always carried a sense of danger, a silent warning that death could appear at any instant. + +Here, however, the core region was quiet. + +The stillness wasn’t the kind that came before battle—it was the calm of sacred ground. The divine energy that filled the air earlier now grew thicker with every step. It wrapped around their bodies in invisible waves, nurturing their flesh and calming their minds. Each breath they took seemed to nourish their very souls. Even the faintest wounds from their earlier fights began to heal naturally as that divine essence merged into their systems. + +Victor exhaled softly, his expression somewhere between awe and disbelief. "It’s strange," he said. "After everything we went through to get here, I expected chaos. But this place... it’s too peaceful." + +Seraphina nodded, her crimson eyes scanning the luminous terrain around them. "Almost unnaturally so," she replied. "No beasts, no traps, no trials. It feels like the domain itself wants us to reach something." + +Max didn’t answer. His gaze remained fixed ahead, his senses spread out through the surroundings. The energy currents in this part of the world flowed with precision, almost as if guiding them somewhere. There was no malice in the air, no killing intent. Only direction—an invisible pull leading all of them toward the same destination. + +As they continued walking, the scenery gradually began to shift. The glowing mist that had filled the area started to thin, revealing enormous stone structures rising from the ground. The terrain flattened, giving way to wide stone pathways engraved with ancient runes that pulsed faintly with golden light. The ground beneath their feet felt stable and sacred, like walking across the heart of the world itself. + +After what felt like hours of silent travel, the path finally opened into a vast plain—and at its center stood a colossal circular arena. + +The sight made every genius stop in their tracks. + +The structure was massive—so large it could have easily held an entire city within it. Its walls were carved from smooth, radiant stone that shimmered with the colors of countless elements—red for flames, blue for water, gold for light, black for shadow, and silver for space. It was ancient beyond measure, yet perfectly preserved, as if time itself dared not erode it. + +Pillars taller than mountains surrounded the arena, each one engraved with moving inscriptions that told stories of battles fought by gods and mortals alike. A faint hum echoed across the area, resonating with the rhythm of their heartbeats. The air inside the arena carried a pulse of energy that made the divine essence around them feel alive. + +Victor stared at it in astonishment. "What in the world is this place?"𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Seraphina’s voice was low, almost reverent. "It feels like it was built by the gods themselves." + +Max didn’t respond immediately. He stepped closer, feeling the ground beneath his boots vibrate faintly with spiritual power. "This should be it," he said after a moment. "The gathering point. The place where the final trial will begin." + +They walked closer, their footsteps echoing softly across the stone. As they neared the entrance of the massive arena, they could see movement within. There were already hundreds of geniuses gathered inside—some standing in small groups, others meditating in silence or discussing quietly. Their crowns gleamed faintly above their heads, and the aura radiating from them was nothing short of overwhelming. + +These were the strongest of their generation, the ones who had entered the core region long before Max and the others. + +Max recognized many of them instantly. Some bore the unmistakable markings of other worlds—their robes, their weapons, their energy signatures all distinct from those of his own realm. And among them, he could sense several golden-crowned geniuses, their presences sharp and imposing. They stood apart from the rest, their expressions calm yet filled with confidence. + +Victor let out a soft whistle. "Looks like we’re late to the party," he said, his tone half-joking but his eyes sharp as he observed the gathered figures. + +Seraphina’s gaze hardened. "These are the ones who led others into the core region," she said quietly. "The strongest geniuses from each world. They’ve already been waiting for something—maybe the next trial or the Divine Platform itself." + +Max nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he scanned the arena. He could feel countless eyes turning toward them and the newly arrived group. The atmosphere changed subtly. The older arrivals, already familiar with each other’s strength, now regarded the new entrants with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. + +"Let’s go in," Max said, his tone calm but resolute. + +They stepped through the open archway, the faint golden mist swirling behind them as if sealing off the outside world. + +The moment they crossed the threshold, the arena seemed to come alive. The runes engraved across its vast surface shimmered faintly, responding to their presence. + +The divine essence in the air grew denser still, to the point where even breathing felt like absorbing a constant flow of energy. Their bodies reacted instinctively, drawing in that essence to strengthen themselves further. + +Victor clenched his fists experimentally and smiled faintly. "Even standing here increases my strength. This entire place is like a divine cultivation ground." + +Seraphina nodded. "No wonder this is the core region. The energy here could make anyone stronger just by existing in it." + +Max glanced around one more time, his gaze lingering briefly on the center of the arena. The ground there was engraved with an enormous sigil that pulsed faintly with light. The energy coming from it was deep and immeasurable. Whatever awaited them next would start there. + +He could already tell—this was no longer a simple test of strength or comprehension. The core region was the stage where everything would converge. + +"The Divine Platform should appear soon," Max said quietly. + +Victor and Seraphina exchanged a look, both feeling the same thing. The calm before the storm. The silence before something far greater descended upon them. + +As they stood within that colossal circular arena, surrounded by the strongest geniuses of countless worlds, all of them could sense it—the air trembling faintly as if the heavens themselves were preparing to open. + +The final trial was drawing near. + +Just as everyone in the arena waited for the Divine Platform to descend completely, the air grew heavier. A faint hum vibrated through the atmosphere, and the golden mist above began to twist slowly, forming intricate circular patterns as if the heavens themselves were preparing for something monumental. + +The geniuses around the arena grew silent, their gazes fixed upward, anticipation and tension thick in the air. + +While most of them focused on the sky, Max quietly stepped away from Victor and Seraphina. His eyes swept across the vast arena, and not far from where they stood, he spotted a familiar group—figures cloaked in black with faint black symbols glowing faintly on their clothing. + +They stood together in perfect formation, calm and silent amid the restless energy of the crowd. + +They were the Black Lotus Guild, his guild. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1194.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1194.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9640b61 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1194.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1187: Mission of the Black Lotus Guild" +slug: "ch-1194" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1194 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1375 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s figure flickered once, and in the next instant, he appeared before them. His presence drew their immediate attention. Every member of the guild straightened instinctively, bowing slightly as they greeted him. + +The respect in their eyes was unmistakable. To them, he wasn’t merely a fellow genius—he was their Guild Master, the one who had given them strength, purpose, and power beyond imagination. + +"Daniel," Max said evenly, his gaze settling on the tall young man standing at the forefront. Daniel had sharp features, long silver hair tied neatly behind his head, and an aura that radiated quiet confidence. His presence alone was enough to command the attention of the entire group. + +"Guild Master," Daniel said, lowering his head slightly. His voice carried both reverence and discipline. + +Max crossed his arms and looked at him calmly. "How is the mission I gave you?" he asked. His tone was unhurried, but his eyes gleamed faintly with curiosity. He had sent Daniel and his team a specific task the moment they entered the secret domain—one that had to be completed before the Divine Platform appeared. + +Daniel nodded once, his expression firm. "It’s done," he said. "Though we suffered some casualties, we managed to eliminate every single one of the demon race geniuses before they could reach the core region. There is no need to worry about them anymore." + +The surrounding guild members nodded in agreement, their faces solemn yet filled with a sense of accomplishment. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Daniel’s face. "Every single one?" he asked quietly. + +"Yes, Guild Master," Daniel confirmed. "We made sure of it. Their bodies were destroyed, and their soul marks have been erased. Not a single one survived." + +For a brief moment, silence lingered between them. Then, Max smiled faintly—a rare expression that immediately made every guild member lower their heads in pride. + +"Well done," he said finally. "You’ve done exactly as I expected. The demon race has caused enough trouble for our world. It’s time their arrogance was crushed." + +Daniel bowed deeply. "We only followed your will, Guild Master. The blood you gave us... the strength you awakened in our bodies—it made all of this possible." + +Max looked at the group behind Daniel. There were over fifty of them, each exuding a powerful and stable aura. Even the weakest among them had reached the peak of Mythic Rank, while several were already standing at the Divine Rank’s threshold. + +As he looked at them, Max realized how much they had changed. These were not the same members he had first gathered. Their auras had become sharper, darker, and more refined. They were bound together not only by loyalty but by their shared bloodline—a power Max had personally awakened in them. + +’I underestimated them,’ Max thought silently. His gaze softened, though his face remained calm. ’I evolved their bloodlines to make them stronger, but I didn’t expect this level of progress. Their bloodline now rivals the purity of the Four God Nations. No—perhaps it has already surpassed it.’ + +Daniel took a step forward. "We are ready for whatever comes next, Guild Master," he said. "The members are positioned across the arena as you ordered. If anything happens when the Divine Platform descends, we can respond immediately." + +Max nodded slowly. "Good. Stay sharp," he said. "The core region will be far more dangerous than any of the previous trials. Even though the demon race geniuses are gone, that doesn’t mean other world geniuses won’t act against us. The moment the Divine Platform appears, everyone will move for the same thing—power, inheritance, and the seat of supremacy. We cannot afford to be careless." + +"Yes, Guild Master," Daniel said in unison with the others. + +"I will reward each of you handsomely once we leave the secret domain," Max said with a nod, his tone carrying both satisfaction and authority. + +His sharp eyes scanned through the rows of guild members standing before him. Their dark uniforms and crimson markings reflected faintly under the golden light of the descending Divine Platform above, giving them an aura of quiet dominance. + +Max’s expression softened slightly. He was genuinely pleased. The eradication of the demon race’s geniuses before they could enter the core region was a significant achievement—one that would reshape the balance of power in the Middle Domain. + +The demons had always been an unpredictable threat, and with their strongest eliminated, his world’s chances of survival had risen drastically. + +However, Daniel, the representative leader of the Black Lotus Guild, immediately shook his head. His silver hair shimmered faintly under the divine radiance as he stepped forward. "Guild Master, there is no need for any rewards," he said firmly, his expression solemn. "You have already given us more than we could ever ask for. You evolved our bloodlines, granted us power far beyond our limits, and made us stronger than most of the three-star geniuses here. Some among us can even rival the heaven-grade geniuses now. Everything we have, every ounce of our strength, comes from your blessing, Guild Master." + +His voice carried reverence, and the other guild members nodded deeply in agreement. Their eyes burned with loyalty and pride, their faith in Max absolute. + +Max looked at them silently for a moment. There was no arrogance in his expression, only quiet acknowledgment. He didn’t need words to convey his understanding; his calm gaze alone was enough. + +"Use the full potential of the Divine Platform that is about to descend," he said slowly. "Once it manifests fully, it will connect directly to the divine essence of this domain. The opportunities it holds will not come again, not in this lifetime. Use it, absorb everything it offers, and increase your strength to the peak of Divine Rank. I want all of you to reach it. No exceptions." + +The moment his command ended, the entire guild responded as one. + +"Yes, Guild Master!" + +Their unified voice echoed through the vast arena like a low thunderclap, shaking the golden mist in the air. Every genius nearby turned to look at them, their eyes filled with surprise and even a bit of apprehension. The unity and discipline of the Black Lotus Guild stood in stark contrast to the loose alliances and rivalries among other worlds’ forces. + +Max’s lips curved faintly, the smallest hint of satisfaction crossing his face. Their synchronization, their loyalty, and their sheer confidence were proof of how far they had come under his leadership. + +’If all of them reach the Divine Rank,’ Max thought quietly, his gaze sweeping over the guild members, ’then I’ll have the largest force of Divine Rank experts in the entire Middle Domain. No empire or sect would be able to stand against such power.’ + +The thought wasn’t born from greed—it was calculation. With Mark and the demons still looming as existential threats, power was no longer optional; it was survival. The war in his world would only escalate further once he left this place, and having an army of Divine Rank experts would change everything. + +The Middle Domain itself would bend to his will. + +He looked once more at Daniel. "Maintain formation when the Platform descends," Max instructed. "No one is to act rashly. Absorb the energy steadily and prioritize stability over speed. The Divine Platform is not a toy; it is a gift from higher realms. Those who lose control will be destroyed by it." + +Daniel bowed deeply. "Understood, Guild Master. We will follow your orders precisely." + +Max nodded and turned his gaze upward once again. The golden mist in the heavens was now spiraling rapidly, condensing into enormous streams of light that poured down toward the arena. The hum that had filled the air earlier was growing louder with every passing second, resonating with the rhythm of every genius’s heartbeat. + +He could feel the pull of divine energy beginning to stir within him as well. The ground beneath his feet vibrated faintly, responding to the ancient power descending from above. + +"It’s beginning," Daniel murmured under his breath, watching the sky with awe. + +Max didn’t answer. His expression was calm but his eyes gleamed faintly with anticipation. The Divine Platform—something that could help a cultivator transcend the limits of the Divine Rank—was finally awakening. + +The final stage of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain had begun. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1195.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1195.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f905314 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1195.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1188: Descent of the Divine Platform" +slug: "ch-1195" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1195 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The golden mist that had been swirling across the heavens began to gather at a single point, thickening until it no longer resembled mist at all but liquid light flowing down from the sky. The very air trembled. + +The ground beneath every genius shook as a deafening hum spread through the core region, echoing across mountains, valleys, and ruins alike. The world itself seemed to be resonating with the divine energy that was descending from above. + +The sky darkened, yet it wasn’t the darkness of clouds or night. It was the overwhelming brilliance of the divine glow, so intense that it drowned out all other light. + +Streaks of gold and silver intertwined, forming vast circular patterns that stretched across the heavens like the eye of a god staring down at the mortals below. From the center of that heavenly vortex, a colossal shadow began to emerge. + +The Divine Platform was finally descending. + +Every genius in the arena instinctively stopped whatever they were doing. All conversation ceased. Every heartbeat seemed to slow as countless eyes turned upward, watching the miracle unfold. The golden radiance illuminated the entire core region, and what they saw made even the proudest of geniuses fall silent. + +Descending slowly from the heavens was a massive structure forged from light, energy, and something beyond mortal comprehension. It wasn’t made of stone or metal but of condensed divine essence itself. + +It stretched for miles, shaped like a circular platform yet layered with intricate patterns that seemed alive. Its surface glowed softly, flowing like molten gold, while countless runes shifted and rearranged themselves across it, forming constellations and geometric patterns that no mortal mind could ever fully decipher. + +Around the platform floated nine massive rings of pure energy, each rotating in perfect harmony. Every time they turned, the air hummed with a deep resonance that touched the souls of everyone present. + +These nine rings symbolized the ten life and death cycles of the Divine Rank—one for each step toward transcendence, and one for the realm beyond it. + +At its center, a column of golden light connected the platform to the heavens above, stretching endlessly upward. Divine symbols flickered within the column, forming and dissolving in an endless cycle as if recording the rise and fall of countless divine beings through the ages. + +When the platform finally stopped descending, it hovered high above the arena. Its sheer size dwarfed everything below. It looked less like a structure and more like a floating continent of divine creation. + +The air beneath it was charged with sacred pressure, so overwhelming that the weaker geniuses trembled and fell to their knees instinctively, their bodies unable to bear its presence. + +Even Victor and Seraphina looked awestruck. Victor’s fists clenched tightly as he gazed at the platform. "This is the Divine Platform..." he whispered. "The foundation of every Divine Rank being that has ever existed." + +Seraphina nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "I can feel it. The divine essence here... it’s pure to the point of perfection. One breath here feels like cultivating for months." + +All around the arena, geniuses from countless worlds stood frozen, staring upward. The golden light washed over them, illuminating their crowns and reflecting in their eyes. Even the golden-crowned geniuses, proud and indifferent as they were, couldn’t hide their awe. + +The legends they had heard since birth were true—the Divine Platform truly was a bridge between mortality and godhood. + +Max stood at the center of it all, silent and still. + +The nine rings of energy rotated again, and beams of divine light descended, striking the arena like golden pillars. The ground rippled with light as patterns spread outward, forming countless platforms beneath the main structure. + +Each beam connected to a different group of geniuses, as if assigning them their own place of ascension. + +Whispers filled the air. + +"It’s beginning..." + +"The Divine Platform is dividing the regions..." + +"We’ll all be tested soon..." + +As the beams stabilized, the air became heavy with energy. The divine essence poured down in torrents, washing over every genius like an invisible ocean. Some of the weaker ones screamed as their bodies began to crack under the pressure, their energy circulation unable to handle the purity of divine power. + +Max, however, remained unmoving. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the divine energy enter his body. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The energy didn’t just flow into him—it merged with his essence, strengthening his soul and nourishing every vein of his existence. + +His First Divine Vein—the Vein of Origin—responded immediately, glowing faintly beneath his skin as if awakening to the divine call. + +When he opened his eyes again, the Divine Platform had stopped descending completely. It floated high above the arena like a celestial monument, radiating an eternal light that made even the sky itself look dim. + +Victor looked at Max from the side, his expression filled with a mixture of respect and excitement. "This... this is where the real challenge begins." + +Max nodded slightly. His gaze remained fixed on the glowing colossus above. "Yes," he said softly. "This is where the gods were born... and where mortals decide if they’re worthy to stand beside them." + +The hum of the Divine Platform deepened, echoing through every corner of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain. It was calling to all who were worthy. The final trial of the secret domain had begun. + +Max looked around him, his gaze sweeping across the vast crowd of geniuses gathered at the base of the glowing colossus above. The golden brilliance of the Divine Platform washed over their faces, illuminating their eyes with a mixture of anticipation, awe, and determination. + +Even the air around them seemed alive, vibrating faintly as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. + +Turning toward the gathered geniuses from Acaris, Max raised his voice, his tone calm but firm, carrying clearly across the noise of the crowd. "This is it," he said. "This is the final trial of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain. This will decide how far you will go in the Divine Rank—and whether you have what it takes to go beyond it. Those who can grasp this opportunity may one day cross the limits of the mortal coil and ascend to the Divine Realm. This is your chance. Go and give it everything you have." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1196.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1196.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4565891 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1196.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1189: Into the Divine Platform" +slug: "ch-1196" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1196 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1091 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +His words seemed to ignite something within them. The young men and women before him—geniuses who had endured countless battles and survived endless trials since entering the domain—nodded firmly, their eyes blazing with renewed resolve. Victor, Seraphina, and several others exchanged looks before stepping forward, their expressions solemn. + +For them, this was not merely another trial. This was the culmination of everything they had fought for—the single chance to touch divinity. + +Victor smiled faintly, a trace of pride flashing across his face. "See you at the top, Max," he said, his Azure Dragon bloodline faintly flaring around him as he walked toward the divine light. + +Seraphina followed silently, her crimson robes fluttering as she stepped into the golden glow, her phoenix-like aura blazing against the light. The others soon followed, their steps steady but filled with excitement. + +The pressure radiating from the Divine Platform was immense, yet none of them faltered. Every heartbeat they felt within their chests reminded them of the magnitude of the opportunity before them. + +One by one, they entered the streams of divine light that descended from the sky. The golden pillars accepted them, lifting their bodies gently into the air and carrying them upward toward the vast structure that floated in the heavens. As each genius vanished into the light, their silhouettes dissolved into glowing motes that disappeared into the layers of the platform above. + +Soon, it wasn’t just the geniuses from Acaris who moved. Across the arena, representatives from the nine other worlds also began to rise. The entire region erupted into a magnificent spectacle as thousands of beams of light carried geniuses of every race and bloodline upward. + +The air shimmered with power as the Divine Platform welcomed them all, the ancient runes carved across its surface glowing brighter with each new arrival. + +From below, the Divine Platform now looked even more breathtaking. It wasn’t just a single structure—it was a realm unto itself. + +Vast bridges of light connected ten enormous dome-like sanctuaries arranged in a perfect circle around a glowing central spire. Each dome radiated a distinct color and energy, symbolizing the ten worlds participating in the secret domain. + +No one knew whether it was designed this way intentionally by the Seven Divine Lords or if it was the platform’s own divine will, but it became clear that the geniuses from each world were being separated into their respective sanctuaries. + +As Max ascended, he could feel the invisible force guiding him toward one particular dome. The golden light enveloped him completely, and for a brief moment, everything went silent. His body felt weightless, surrounded by the hum of divine power that resonated with his soul. + +When the light faded, Max found himself standing on solid ground again. The interior of the dome was vast beyond imagination. The floor beneath his feet was made of crystalline gold that pulsed faintly with divine energy. + +Ancient symbols floated in the air, revolving slowly like miniature stars. Each breath he took filled his lungs with pure energy that seeped directly into his veins, strengthening his entire body. + +He glanced around and saw the other geniuses from Acaris materializing one after another, their faces reflecting the same sense of awe that he felt. Victor and Seraphina stood nearby, staring upward at the glowing patterns above. + +The energy inside the dome was unlike anything they had experienced before. It was tangible—thick enough to be seen as swirling streams of golden mist that flowed through the air like living rivers. + +The density of divine essence here was so great that even by standing still, one’s strength would slowly increase. Every breath, every heartbeat, every moment of stillness refined their bodies and nourished their souls. + +Seraphina exhaled softly, her crimson eyes reflecting the golden glow. "The energy here... it’s so pure," she murmured. "It feels like it’s merging with my very bloodline." + +Victor nodded beside her, his expression unreadable but his eyes shining with excitement. "No wonder they call this the foundation of the Divine Realm. Just breathing here feels like absorbing hundreds of beast cores at once—but it’s far more refined." + +Max listened silently. His expression remained calm, but inwardly he could feel it too. The divine essence flowing through the air resonated with the Vein of Origin inside his body, causing faint golden light to flicker beneath his skin. His divine vein pulsed softly, absorbing the energy naturally as though it recognized this place. + +He looked around once more. The other domes suspended in the distance glowed faintly through the transparent walls of light that separated them. Inside each dome, he could faintly see figures from other worlds—each group isolated within their own realm, unable to interfere with one another. + +It was a fair and deliberate design. The Divine Platform had created ten separate sanctuaries to ensure balance between all participants. There would be no direct conflicts here. Only pure comprehension, ascension, and trials of the divine. + +Max exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "So, this is how it begins," he said quietly to himself. "The final trial of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain." + +The hum of the Divine Platform deepened, and the symbols in the air began to rotate faster. The ground beneath their feet shimmered, and divine light started to rise from the floor like ascending flames. + +The trial had begun. + +Max took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. The world around him seemed to fall silent. The faint hum of divine energy that filled the dome faded from his awareness as he turned his focus inward. + +The air was thick with divine essence, and the moment he allowed himself to open his spiritual channels, that energy rushed into him like a tidal wave. + +It was unlike any other energy he had absorbed before. It was purer, denser, and carried a weight of something ancient, something that seemed to transcend mortality itself. The divine essence moved through his body with a rhythm that almost resembled life. It flowed through his meridians, his veins, and even his soul, washing away every trace of fatigue, every imperfection, and every impurity.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +As he absorbed it, his body began to glow faintly, the golden light tracing the outlines of his divine vein beneath his skin. The Vein of Origin, his First Divine Vein, pulsed in response, resonating with the power of the Divine Platform above. It was as if the platform itself was acknowledging its own creation flowing within him. + +But alongside that divine essence, there was something else—something subtler, something that did not belong in the divine essence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1197.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1197.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..25c73e8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1197.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1190: Thread of unknown energy" +slug: "ch-1197" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1197 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At first, Max barely noticed it. It was faint, hidden within the flow of divine energy like a ripple in calm water. Yet as more energy entered his body, he began to sense its presence more clearly. It wasn’t divine essence, nor was it anything he recognized from any of his previous cultivations. It wasn’t harmful, at least not immediately. + +Still, it was foreign. It merged with the divine essence effortlessly, flowing into his veins and circulating alongside it. + +"What is this?" he thought, his brows knitting slightly. He could feel it moving through him, weaving into his meridians like a faint shadow among rays of light. But no matter how hard he tried to analyze it, he couldn’t discern its nature. It wasn’t destructive, nor was it disruptive. It simply existed, intertwining with the divine energy that was pouring into him. + +Max frowned but chose not to dwell on it. For now, his priority was clear. The Divine Platform was an opportunity beyond comprehension. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by something he didn’t yet understand. So, he steadied his breathing, quieted his thoughts, and focused entirely on the process of absorption. + +He guided the divine essence through every vein, refining it as it entered his core. His body was like a furnace, and the divine essence was the sacred fuel. Every pulse of energy made his soul stronger, his body denser, and his divine vein more refined. His cultivation began to surge forward, climbing steadily from the early stages of the Mythic Rank toward its peak. + +That was the purpose of the Divine Platform—to allow geniuses to reach heights that would normally take them thousands of years. The platform wasn’t a simple treasure or cultivation ground. It was a divine construct designed to rewrite the natural rules of ascension. + +Under normal circumstances, to reach the Divine Rank, a cultivator had to undergo ten life-and-death cycles, each one pushing the limits of body and soul to their breaking point. Every cycle came with a fifty percent chance of death. Even among the most gifted, many would stop after surviving three or four, fearing the inevitable end that awaited the reckless. + +But here, inside the Divine Platform, that rule no longer applied. + +The divine essence within this place could replace the natural trials of ascension. It could directly strengthen the foundation of one’s existence, pushing the cultivator beyond their limits without the need for dangerous breakthroughs. + +The thousands of years of preparation, the meditation, the comprehension of life and death—all of it could be condensed into moments of enlightenment under the radiance of the platform. + +Even more astonishingly, it completely bypassed the Wraith of the World—the divine backlash that appeared whenever someone tried to advance major ranks. + +In the outside world, advancing from Mythic Rank to Divine Rank would immediately attract the wrath of heaven and earth, resulting in inevitable destruction. Yet within the Divine Platform, that punishment did not exist. The structure itself shielded its occupants from the world’s interference, allowing them to rise freely. + +It was this property that made the Divine Platform the most sacred and most sought-after creation in the entire Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain. + +Max could feel his cultivation rising faster than ever before. The divine energy coursing through him was pure, and his Vein of Origin refined it effortlessly. Each breath he took drew in more essence, and each heartbeat pushed it deeper into his body. His soul power grew denser, and his divine energy expanded, filling every corner of his being. + +Still, that strange presence continued to flow alongside the divine essence. It neither weakened nor faded. It simply remained—a quiet, mysterious current hidden beneath the overwhelming brilliance of divine light. + +Max ignored it again. Whatever it was, he would deal with it later. For now, all that mattered was harnessing this once-in-a-lifetime chance. + +He steadied his breathing once more, and his expression turned calm. His aura began to expand rapidly, radiating a golden glow that illuminated the entire dome. The ground beneath him pulsed faintly as divine energy gathered in waves around him. The air trembled under his presence. + +Within moments, the energy swirling around him reached a new level of intensity. It was the unmistakable sign of someone approaching the peak of the Legend Rank. His strength was already at the 9th level of Legend Rank and now his strength had risen to the peak of Legend Rank in just a few minutes. + +Max’s focus deepened. The world outside his body ceased to exist. There was only the endless flood of divine essence, the rhythm of his pulse, and the soft hum of power echoing from his divine vein. + +Unbeknownst to him, the Divine Platform was reacting too. The runes across its surface began to shift, glowing brighter as if recognizing the rising energy within him. The mysterious current that accompanied the divine essence pulsed faintly in response, fusing deeper into his being. + +Max didn’t notice it. All he knew was that he was getting stronger—faster than ever before. + +In truth, Max was not the only one who sensed something strange within the divine essence. Across every dome of the Divine Platform, countless geniuses who had just begun absorbing the energy felt an inexplicable presence coursing through them. + +It was subtle at first, easily mistaken for the normal flow of divine power. But as the divine essence continued to enter their bodies, the foreign energy became more distinct, like a shadow hidden within light. + +Inside each dome, the geniuses sat cross-legged, surrounded by golden brilliance. Divine essence poured into them from every direction, nourishing their bodies and souls. Yet beneath that warmth and purity, there was something else—a thread of energy that moved differently from the divine essence. + +It had no fixed form, no identifiable origin, and no discernible nature. It flowed quietly, merging with the divine energy that each genius absorbed, blending so perfectly that even the most perceptive among them found it difficult to separate the two. + +Some noticed the presence immediately. Others realized it only after minutes of deep absorption when their bodies began to react strangely to the mix of energies. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1198.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1198.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f7c7b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1198.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1191: Unimaginable Leap in Strength!" +slug: "ch-1198" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1198 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1223 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A young genius from another world furrowed his brows as his aura flickered. "What is this feeling?" he muttered under his breath. + +He could feel the divine essence empowering him, refining his body and soul. Yet beneath that growth, something else coiled through his veins like a faint whisper. It was neither painful nor heavy, but its presence unsettled him. + +A silver-haired prodigy from the Ice Lotus Sect gasped softly as frost began to gather on her arms. "This energy... it isn’t divine," she whispered. Her ice physique reacted sharply to it, sensing something foreign within her meridians. + +Yet no matter how she tried to isolate it, the unknown power blended too seamlessly with the divine essence to be removed. It was as though the two had been fused together from the very start. + +Even within Max’s dome, some of the Acaris geniuses stirred uncomfortably as they felt the strange energy spreading through them. + +Victor opened his eyes briefly, his dragon bloodline sensing the anomaly more clearly than others. His azure pupils shimmered faintly as he scanned the air around him. The divine essence appeared pure and flawless, yet his instincts told him otherwise. + +"There’s something else here," he thought silently. "Something hiding inside the divine energy itself." + +Seraphina also seemed to sense it. Her Phoenix bloodline flared faintly, warning her of an energy it couldn’t understand. But when she tried to probe it with her soul, the mysterious force evaded her senses entirely, as if it existed outside the normal boundaries of perception. She frowned but soon closed her eyes again. + +Like Max, she chose not to dwell on it. The opportunity before them was too precious to waste. + +And so, one by one, the geniuses suppressed their unease and continued to absorb the divine essence. + +Yet the presence of that unknown energy was not an illusion. It existed within every thread of divine power flowing down from the Divine Platform. + +Whether it was intentional or not, the Divine Platform was channeling more than just divine essence into the bodies of those who sat within its domes. The mysterious energy intertwined with the divine flow perfectly, disguising its true nature. + +Some geniuses noticed minor fluctuations in their bodies. A few felt their souls tremble faintly. Others experienced momentary flashes of light or heat within their veins, sensations they couldn’t explain. But each time they tried to examine it, the energy slipped away, vanishing beneath the surface of their consciousness. + +From afar, the Divine Platform shone even brighter, its nine rings spinning slowly as divine light continued to pour down upon the ten domes. To anyone watching from outside, it was a breathtaking sight—a grand scene of enlightenment and ascension. + +But within that brilliance, something else was quietly at work, spreading through every participant like a seed buried in fertile soil. + +The geniuses did not notice. They were too focused on cultivation, too intoxicated by the purity of the divine essence. + +Only the ancient symbols etched into the platform’s structure flickered faintly, as if aware of the duality in the energy it emitted. + +Inside his dome, Max continued to absorb divine essence without pause. He could still feel that faint, unfamiliar current within him, but like the others, he pushed the thought aside. To him, it was merely an oddity—something that could be dealt with later. + +What none of them knew was that the unknown energy was slowly synchronizing with their bodies, weaving itself into their spiritual foundations as naturally as breathing. + +The Divine Platform glowed brighter still, bathing the entire core region in golden light. The air trembled with sacred power, and the geniuses ascended further toward divinity, never realizing that with every breath they took, they were accepting more than just divine essence into their souls. + +As time moved forward within the Divine Platform, the atmosphere inside every dome grew increasingly intense. The divine essence that filled the air became denser and brighter, flowing into the bodies of the geniuses like rivers of light. + +Each breath they took drew in unimaginable amounts of power, and the changes within them became more pronounced with every passing moment. + +At first, it was subtle. Their auras grew heavier, and their spiritual pressure thickened as their cultivation bases surged toward the final threshold of the Mythic Rank. Then, one after another, their bottlenecks shattered. + +The faint sound of a divine bell echoed through the platform, and countless pillars of light shot upward from the ten domes as the geniuses broke through to the Divine Rank. + +Normally, this moment would have been accompanied by the Wraith of the World, the punishment that descended upon anyone who dared to step beyond the natural boundary of mortal existence. But here, there was no such thing. + +The Divine Platform suppressed everything that belonged to the outside world. The heavens did not rage, the earth did not tremble, and no destructive force came crashing down upon them. Instead, they felt only serenity—a calm, almost divine stillness that welcomed their ascension. + +One by one, the geniuses reached the first level of the Divine Rank, completing their first life-and-death cycle in mere moments. Their souls transformed as their life force condensed into divine energy. Their eyes glowed faintly with divine light, and their very presence began to distort the air around them. + +The moment that breakthrough occurred, the process did not stop. The Divine Platform continued to pour endless streams of divine essence into them. The energy kept flowing, nurturing their newly transformed bodies and pushing them to even greater heights. + +The first level of the Divine Rank soon turned into the second. The flow of energy within their bodies quickened again, and their divine veins grew stronger, more intricate. For some, this rate of progress was almost frightening. + +They could feel the difference between each level vividly—the expansion of their soul force, the widening of their divine sea, and the deepening of their comprehension of the laws of existence. + +In the outside world, advancing even a single level in the Divine Rank required centuries of preparation. Cultivators had to temper their souls through countless meditations, reinforce their bodies with divine materials, and endure the terrifying ordeal of a life-and-death cycle that could kill them half the time. + +The pressure of that test was immense. A single mistake meant death, and even success often came with crippling injuries that took decades to recover from. + +But here, inside the Divine Platform, none of that existed. The divine energy was pure, flawless, and infinite. The geniuses could absorb it freely, and every surge of energy refined their existence without resistance. The divine essence guided their transformations naturally, making the impossible seem effortless. + +Many of them could hardly believe what was happening. A young genius from another world trembled as she felt her cultivation reach the third level of the Divine Rank. Her voice quivered as she whispered, "It’s... it’s unbelievable. My ancestor told me it took him a thousand years just to reach the second level. But here... I did it in mere hours." + +Similar exclamations echoed throughout the domes as other geniuses advanced rapidly. The divine light surrounding them flared brighter with each new level, their bodies glowing with radiance like miniature suns. + +Their divine seas expanded beyond imagination, and the purity of their energy reached levels that even ancient beings would envy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1199.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1199.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4e206c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1199.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1192: Into the Mythic Rank" +slug: "ch-1199" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1199 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1446 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Still, as they climbed higher through the levels, they began to notice that the process was gradually slowing down. The divine essence was still abundant, but each successive advancement required exponentially more energy. + +The leap from the fourth level to the fifth took twice as long as the first. The sixth took longer still. Their bodies and souls were reaching the limit of how much they could refine in such a short time. + +Yet, even then, the pace was unimaginable when compared to the natural process outside the platform. What took centuries in the world beyond now took only a few hours or days at most. The geniuses marveled at their progress, some nearly breaking into laughter, others trembling in disbelief. + +In one corner of the Acaris dome, Victor exhaled deeply, a faint dragon roar escaping his body as azure scales flickered across his skin. His bloodline was evolving, fusing more deeply with the divine essence he absorbed. "This is incredible," he muttered, his voice low but filled with awe. "To think the Divine Platform could allow us to skip the trials of death entirely." + +Seraphina sat cross-legged nearby, her crimson aura dancing like flames. Her eyes glowed faintly as she whispered, "This place defies the very will of heaven itself." + +Max, on the other hand, remained silent. He sat with his eyes closed, his entire body surrounded by alternating flows of golden and black energy. He could feel the divine essence pouring into him, strengthening every part of his being. + +His strength was increasing rapidly, but he could also feel the hidden current—the mysterious energy that came with the divine essence—growing stronger within him as well. + +The others did not notice it. They were too absorbed in their rapid ascension to divine power. + +Inside every dome, the geniuses continued to rise higher. Some reached the sixth level of the Divine Rank, others the seventh, while a few with exceptional foundations began to glimpse the eighth. Their bodies radiated divine pressure so potent that the domes themselves trembled faintly under the weight of it. + +The Divine Platform pulsed in response, releasing even more divine essence to feed their growth. The golden mist above them churned violently as beams of light descended from the core of the platform, infusing the domes with new waves of divine power. + +It was a scene of mass ascension—thousands of geniuses breaking through barriers that would have taken lifetimes to cross. Their power rose, their divine flames burned brighter, and their very existence was being rewritten by the essence of divinity itself. + +In the world outside, such a phenomenon would have shaken empires and alarmed the heavens. But here, it was calm, contained, and guided. + +The Divine Platform continued its silent work, unaware that along with every surge of divine energy, something else was quietly being planted in every soul that it touched. + +"Finally... Mythic Rank," Max muttered under his breath, a small smile forming on his lips. The words carried a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. His body pulsed with a newfound strength, his divine energy swirling within him like a storm held in restraint. The Divine Platform beneath him trembled faintly, acknowledging his ascension. + +It had taken longer than he expected. Around him, several geniuses had already advanced far beyond this point, some even reaching the fifth or sixth level of the Divine Rank. The entire dome was filled with powerful auras that surged and expanded without restraint, each one shining brightly like a sun in its own right. Yet Max had only just crossed into the Mythic Rank. + +He didn’t feel envious. If anything, he was calm, almost detached from the excitement that rippled through the other geniuses. He understood better than anyone else why his progress appeared slow. The energy he required to advance even a single step was vastly greater than that of the others. The foundation of his power was on a different scale entirely. The density of his divine essence, the refinement of his body, and the depth of his soul demanded energy that no ordinary genius could withstand, let alone absorb. + +He glanced down at his hands. Golden lines from the Vein of Origin shimmered faintly beneath his skin, running through his arms like liquid light. His divine vein was unlike any other, a source of pure creation itself. It was both a blessing and a burden. To feed its infinite hunger, he required more energy than anyone else, but the result of that energy was unmatched power. + +Max took a deep breath and steadied himself once more. His expression relaxed, and he let go of every thought that might distract him. The flow of divine essence around him responded instantly, gathering in thicker waves and entering his body like rivers rushing into the sea. + +The golden mist that filled the dome dimmed slightly as Max drew in more and more of its energy. The Divine Platform seemed to recognize his unique nature and channeled a stronger current of divine essence toward him. The air trembled faintly, and the runes beneath his feet glowed brighter in response to his growing aura. + +Then, his strength surged again. + +Second level of the Mythic Rank. + +A deep rumble echoed through the dome as Max’s body adjusted to the sudden increase in power. His energy field expanded rapidly, filling every corner of his space with the faint hum of divine resonance. + +Moments later, it rose once more. + +Third level of the Mythic Rank. + +His divine sea widened, his meridians reinforced themselves, and his soul power thickened to a terrifying degree. The flow of divine essence around him grew even stronger, forming faint spirals that wrapped around his body like coiling dragons made of light. + +Then came the next surge. + +Fourth level of the Mythic Rank. + +Max’s aura flared like a rising sun. The faint golden glow that surrounded him turned brilliant, washing the interior of the dome with light. The ground beneath him cracked slightly as waves of energy radiated outward, drawing the attention of nearby geniuses who paused their own cultivation to look in awe. + +They could sense the difference in his energy. It wasn’t just divine—it was something far deeper, something primal. + +Even among those who had already stepped into the Divine Rank, Max’s presence carried a pressure that made the air feel heavier. It wasn’t the pressure of someone ahead in realm, but of someone whose foundation was impossibly solid, whose power was built upon something far beyond ordinary comprehension. + +And yet, despite that momentum, Max’s rise began to slow. + +When he reached the fifth level of the Mythic Rank, the flow of divine essence into his body started to resist him. The energy grew more reluctant, as though the Divine Platform itself had begun to measure him differently. + +His divine vein demanded more than even the concentrated energy of this sacred place could easily provide. The golden runes beneath him flickered as though straining to maintain the supply. + +Max opened his eyes slightly. The golden light within them reflected calm understanding rather than frustration. He could feel it—the immense amount of energy his body now required to make even the smallest progress. It was several times more than before, a level of consumption that would have drained entire worlds dry if not for the infinite reserves of the Divine Platform. + +He exhaled slowly, his breath carrying a faint shimmer of divine mist. "It’s slowing down," he said quietly to himself. "But this is expected." + +The higher he climbed, the more energy he would need to progress, and the more refined his essence had to become. That was the natural order of cultivation, magnified countless times by the sheer density of his foundation. + +His strength was built not just upon divine energy but upon a convergence of powers—the First Divine Vein, Yin-Yang Body, the Unholy Trinity Body, and the countless concepts he had mastered. + +Each step for him was the equivalent of ten for others. + +Still, there was no discouragement in his expression. He smiled faintly, his tone quiet but firm. "The slower the climb, the stronger the summit." + +With that thought anchoring his heart, Max closed his eyes once again. The golden mist began to swirl faster around him, and his body resumed its steady absorption of divine essence. + +Even though his pace had slowed, the sheer scale of his cultivation progress sent tremors through the entire dome. The Divine Platform itself seemed to hum in resonance with him, and faint whispers of unknown energy stirred again within his soul. + +Max ignored them. His focus remained unshaken. The Divine Platform was still working, and his journey through the Mythic Rank was far from over. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-12.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-12.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dc68760 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-12.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 12: Ill Fated Friendship" +slug: "ch-12" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 12 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1231 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max gritted his teeth and aimed his sword at Nevin's heart, pushing forward, but he stopped at the last possible moment. + +"I can't do it," he said, sitting down. "I wouldn't hesitate if it was some assassin I didn't know or someone who wanted to kill me. But you, Nevin, I can't kill you." + +Max stared at the heavily injured Nevin, who was bleeding from his hands and mouth. + +"Why can't you just listen to me?" he shouted at Nevin. + +"It doesn't matter," Nevin muttered, his voice low. + +Max frowned, a look of hesitation flashing across his face, but he still asked, "Who sent you to kill me?" + +"Is this the reason you hesitated to kill me just now?" Nevin sneered. + +Max remained silent. He knew that wanting to know the mastermind behind the attack played a major role in keeping Nevin alive, but that didn't mean he would cruelly kill his only best friend if there hadn't been such a reason—or so he thought. + +Seeing Max's silence, Nevin chuckled wryly. "Damn, you really are a two-faced bastard." + +"Just tell me who is behind it, Nevin," Max asked again. + +"Seeing you so desperate, I'll tell you, as the good friend I am," Nevin mocked, his expression turning serious. "I don't know the reason, nor do I know if it's related to your big sister, but the one who wants you dead is the overlord of the East Region." + +"Overlord of the East Region?" Max's eyes went wide with shock. "You mean the Top Five Guilds and Four Super Families?" + +"Hehe, correct." Nevin smiled, his eyes narrowing. "I was sent by the Blades to kill you." + +"Blade Family?" Max frowned and etched this name on his heart. He didn't know if the Blade Family had a hand in the disappearance of his sister or not, but he was glad he finally found something he could pursue. + +Though he already had one target he had decided to investigate since the day he lost contact with his sister. + +"So, now that you've gotten what you wanted to know... how are you going to deal with me?" Nevin asked after some silence between the two. + +"I don't know," Max replied, feeling very conflicted. + +"Then die!" Nevin unexpectedly attacked Max at that moment with his lightning sword aimed at Max's heart. + +Max's eyes went wide as the lightning sword came toward him, but he had already seen the attack coming with his Three Dimensional Body skill, so he wasn't caught off guard. He put his sword in front to block the lightning sword. However, what happened next shocked him to his core. + +The lightning sword that Nevin had aimed at Max's heart dissipated abruptly, vanishing into thin air before it could strike. At the same moment, Max's sword, which he had intended to use defensively, pierced straight into Nevin's heart. + +"NO!" Max cried out loud, but it was already too late. His sword had pierced deep into Nevin's heart as he stood over Max. + +Drip! Drip! Drip! + +Drops of blood fell on Max's face from Nevin's body as he stared up at him in shock and horror. + +"You're probably wondering why..." Nevin's voice was barely above a whisper, yet to Max, it rang with piercing clarity. + +"The truth is, Max... I never intended to kill you—not after I got to know you. Not after we became best friends... brothers..." His words broke off as he coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips. Yet he pressed on, his voice trembling with emotion. "You see, Max, I was... one of the death soldiers of the Blade Family. I didn't have a family, nor had I ever experienced the warmth of a family. But being with you... it made me understand what it truly meant to have a family." + +Nevin's breaths grew shallower, but his resolve to speak did not waver. "These two years... they weren't just time to me. They changed me. You changed me. You became the one person I could care about, the one person I could call family. And because of that..." He paused, his chest heaving as he fought for air, his voice heavy with pain and regret. "You became the one person I couldn't betray. That's why... I decided long ago... if the Blade Family ever ordered your execution..." + +He coughed again, his body convulsing weakly. "It would have to end like this." Tears welled in his eyes, reflecting a lifetime of sorrow, guilt, and love. + +Just like that, the light in his eyes faded away, and he died. + +"Nevin..." With trembling hands, Max pushed Nevin's body aside and stood up. + +Standing before Nevin's lifeless body, Max's thoughts spiraled, replaying Nevin's final words like a haunting melody that refused to fade. + +"Blade Family..." he muttered, his voice laced with venom. The name burned on his tongue, igniting a deep, unrelenting hatred that surged through his entire being. + +It was a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced—raw, consuming, and primal. Bloodlust swirled within him, dark and unyielding, paired with an insatiable urge to annihilate everything connected to the Blade Family. + +Max clenched his fists hard and took a deep breath. He understood that rage wouldn't lead to anything but his downfall, and calmness was the only solution to everything. + +"But I still need to become strong," he muttered to himself as he came to his senses. He knew that only by having enough strength would he be able to knock on the doors of the Blade Family. + +"If the disappearance of my sister is indeed related to the Blade Family, then I'll definitely knock on their doors one day. There's no need to hurry about it," he said to himself resolutely before putting Nevin's corpse in his storage space. + +"Let's kill the dungeon boss and be done with this dungeon," he muttered before heading back to the others. + +*** + +Arriving before the other students, Max noticed that almost everyone had sat down a little way from the long structure, aside from those going for the boss monster. + +"What took you so long?" William immediately asked as soon as he spotted Max. + +"Hehe, I forgot to check the time while training," Max smiled embarrassedly and turned to look at Zixi and Henry, causing his expression to become a little strange. "Didn't you guys level up after absorbing the level 3 cores?" he asked, noticing that all three still appeared to be at level 2. + +"We didn't level up after absorbing all those level 2 cores and some level 3 cores," Zixi said, contemplating. "I think one would need a lot of the same level of cores, if not higher, to level up, but I'm not sure." + +"You mean if I want to increase to level 3, then I would need lots of level 3 cores for that," Max said, pondering. "Doesn't that mean level 2 cores are useless for us?" + +"It's not useless; it's just that we'd need an even larger amount of level 2 cores if we want to level up with only level 2 cores," William chimed in. + +Max nodded, finding it strange that the academy books mentioned many things about dungeons and their workings but had no records of anything about leveling up. + +"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," Max said to them with a smirk. "I'll handle the boss monster myself while you guys keep busy with the its minions inside." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-120.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-120.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c573793 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-120.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 120: Creating a Golem" +slug: "ch-120" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 120 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1313 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max smiled faintly, his tone calm. "Then do your best." + +Alex’s grin widened, his confidence unshaken. "Don’t mind if I do." + +Without hesitation, Alex sprinted toward Max, flames igniting around his hands and forming into two blazing swords. The air rippled with heat as he neared, slashing down in a crisscross motion aimed directly at Max. + +Max stood firm, his expression unchanging as he released his Level 1 Flame Aura. + +A sudden surge of intense, fiery intent erupted from Max’s body, radiating outward like a wave. The force of his aura created a small shockwave that sent the dust and leaves swirling in the air. + +The shockwave hit Alex mid-swing, the sheer force of it hurling him backward like a ragdoll. His flaming swords dissipated as he tumbled across the ground, eventually coming to a stop with a grunt of effort. + +Alex coughed, picking himself up slowly. His expression wavered between shock and disbelief. "What the hell was that?" he muttered, his confidence visibly shaken. + +Max glanced at him. "Level 1 Flame Aura. Unless you comprehend that, you are no match for me." He turned to the other five. "That goes for all of you. Master Level 1 Flame Aura first, then come challenge me." + +With those words, he silently left the open field and headed toward his house. + +"Damn it," Alex cursed aloud, his frustration clear as he clenched his fists. Seeing Max defeat him so effortlessly was a hard pill to swallow. He had always been the strongest genius in the Apprentice Rank, yet here he stood, utterly outclassed. There had been no contest. + +"I’m going to train," Alex declared, turning abruptly and storming off without waiting for a response. + +Anton watched him leave, his expression calm yet thoughtful. Turning to the remaining four, he addressed them in a firm tone. "What you just witnessed is the level of strength Max possesses. I’m sure you’re all wondering—how can someone at only Level 3 of the Apprentice Rank be this powerful?" + +The group nodded hesitantly, the question hanging in the air. + +"The answer is simple," Anton continued, his voice steady. "Max has mastered two auras—Flame Aura and Sword Aura—both to the peak of Level 1. On top of that, his mastery over his skills has reached an extraordinary level. He doesn’t rely solely on raw power; his precision and control are what make him truly exceptional." + +He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in before adding, "I brought you all here to meet him for a reason. To open your eyes. Max is a real genius, the kind that stands leagues above the so-called geniuses in other guilds. Yes, they are strong, but can any of them compare to Max? The answer is no—they can’t even come close." + +Anton’s gaze swept across the group, his tone turning sharper. "Change your perspective. Adjust your goals. Don’t waste your time chasing after mediocrity. Chase after someone like Max while he’s still within your reach. Because if you don’t—if you let him slip away—you’ll be left far behind, staring at a figure you can no longer catch." + +The four of them nodded in response, though their reactions varied. Some seemed half-convinced, while others remained skeptical, their pride refusing to yield completely. Anton observed them carefully, noting their expressions, but this had been his intention all along. Stay tuned for updates on freewebnovel.com + +These so-called geniuses had grown too comfortable in their titles, confident that they stood at the pinnacle of the Apprentice Rank. But meeting Max had shattered that illusion, delivering a blow to their self-assurance. + +’Rise from this, and you will soar. Fall, and you will plunge deeper into the abyss,’ Anton thought grimly, his sharp gaze lingering on each of them for a moment. + +Breaking the silence, he said, "You are all dismissed." + +With those words, Anton’s figure slowly faded into nothingness, disappearing from the field and leaving the four standing alone in a charged silence. + +--- + +Max was back in his house, his eyes glancing at the items in front of him in his training room. + +Before him lay rocks and stones, a bathtub-sized tub full of lava, and many other things. + +He had a list in his hand and checked each time to ensure he had everything he needed. + +"I am ready for my little experiment with a golem," Max muttered in excitement. + +These past seven days, while waiting for Alice to recover, aside from eating and training, he had read hundreds of books about golems and similar topics. + +The guild library had many books about golems, even different types of golems. However, they weren’t as extensive as the research books he had obtained from the mad scientist. + +But that didn’t mean there was nothing useful. The books did contain general outlines of all golems, their weaknesses, and so on. + +After reading all those books, Max came to a certain conclusion. The research of Daniel Winchester on golems was severely limited; however, when it came to Lava Golems or Rock Golems, the information was complete. + +This led Max to believe that he could follow that research and create a true golem. + +Moreover, after reading the research books on golems written by Ralph Thorne himself, any missing knowledge that he had previously lacked was now completely fulfilled. He believed he was ready to create a golem of his own. + +"Let’s begin." Max first placed the rocks and stones in the tub full of lava. Then, he immediately infused his Flame Aura into the lava, causing the temperature of the lava to lower slightly, ensuring it didn’t melt the rocks. + +Afterward, he arranged the bigger rocks as the base for the waist, smaller rocks to form the limbs, and a large rock for the head. + +’Now the most important part,’ Max thought as he took out a core of Adept Rank. + +Taking out his brush, he began copying the runes a core from a lava golem usually possessed. It took him a full half hour to do that. + +’It’s done.’ Max sweated, but he finally completed drawing the runes on the core. + +Holding the core in his hand, Max used the Life String flame ability he had obtained from his Dimension of Flame after using his incomplete Flame Creation flames. The core began to blaze in flames, but it didn’t harm the runes or the core itself. + +’The last step.’ After that, Max slapped the core hard onto the base of the golem’s waist and waited. + +Time ticked on, but nothing seemed to happen for a while, causing Max to frown. Just at that moment, all the lava in the tub started decreasing at an alarming rate, while the rocks and golem began transforming. + +Max’s eyes shone when he saw that, and he waited. + +Some time later, the transformation was finally complete. + +A complete rock or lava golem lay in the tub before him. + +However, this golem before him was the exact replica of Daniel Winchester’s golem. + +"Move." Max commanded with his soul power, but nothing happened. + +He had expected it. Since it was the exact replica of the golem the mad scientist created, it faced the same problem. Both golems couldn’t move. + +However, Max had an answer to that, unlike the mad scientist. + +He took out a rune brush and began drawing runes on the surface of the golem. He started from the core to its head, then to its limbs, and finally back to the core. + +Following that, Max extended his hand, and a flame began to blaze in it, the flames of Life Threads. "Everything depends on you, buddy," he muttered slowly, bringing the flame down to the core and letting it enter inside. + +Almost instantly, the runes he had drawn a moment before began to shine with golden light all over the golem’s body. + +Just after that, golem stood up and turned to Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1200.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1200.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a5ec0d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1200.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1193: Absorbing Divine Essence!" +slug: "ch-1200" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1200 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Mythic Rank was a stage unlike any other. It was not simply a transition between realms but a foundation upon which all future power rested. Every cultivator who reached this level understood that it was not about how quickly one advanced but how much energy one could store within each of the ten levels. + +The denser and purer the energy within one’s body, the stronger the base upon which the Divine Rank would later stand. Those who rushed through the Mythic Rank often found themselves limited, their divine potential forever capped. + +But Max was not one to take shortcuts. He knew the value of a stable foundation better than anyone else. Each level of the Mythic Rank was like a vast container waiting to be filled, and the amount of energy it could hold depended entirely on the strength of the cultivator’s body, soul, and will. + +For most geniuses, filling even half of that container was already a monumental feat, one that required years of accumulation. + +For Max, however, the challenge was of a completely different scale. His body was a vessel that could hold far more than ordinary beings, and his divine vein—the Vein of Origin—was a bottomless abyss that demanded endless power. + +The Divine Platform was the perfect place for him. The flow of Divine Essence here was infinite, untainted, and unimaginably pure. Every strand of it carried the essence of creation itself, the very energy that formed divine realms.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +To others, this energy was almost overwhelming. It could tear their bodies apart if absorbed recklessly. But for Max, it was nourishment. His Unholy Trinity Body absorbed and refined the energy like a living furnace, while the Vein of Origin distributed it evenly throughout his system, strengthening every inch of his being. + +As the golden currents of divine energy surrounded him, Max exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. His entire body glowed faintly with a mix of golden and black light. + +The golden represented the Divine Essence he absorbed, while the black was the remnant power of his devouring flames that tempered everything it touched. The two forces intertwined, feeding each other, creating a perfect cycle of absorption and refinement. + +He could feel his divine sea expanding with every breath he took. The energy within it grew thicker, denser, and more vibrant. Waves of divine power rippled through his meridians, and every circulation made his body stronger. His bones glimmered faintly with light, his muscles pulsed with divine rhythm, and even his soul flickered with golden radiance. + +The Divine Essence poured into him endlessly, but Max didn’t stop. He continued to absorb everything without restraint. There was no hesitation in him, no fear that his body might collapse under the strain. + +He trusted his physique completely. It had been forged through countless tribulations—hammered by ancient techniques of Giant Dwarves, tempered by Draconic Essences, and refined by the bloodlines that flowed within him. + +Time lost its meaning as he cultivated. The hum of the Divine Platform echoed faintly in the background, and the air shimmered around him with every pulse of energy he drew in. It was as if the entire dome had become an extension of his body. + +Other geniuses nearby had already slowed down. Their divine seas were full, and their bodies could no longer handle the overwhelming energy. Some had already reached the peak of the Divine Rank, their progress complete. But Max remained still, surrounded by an ocean of divine light. + +He showed no sign of stopping. + +The golden mist around him thickened further, spiraling into a massive vortex. The divine essence gathered toward him from all directions as though the platform itself was being drained by his presence. It was not greed—it was necessity. The energy requirements of his cultivation far exceeded normal comprehension. + +His aura swelled with terrifying intensity, shaking the space around him. The Divine Platform’s surface began to glow brighter in response, ancient runes lighting up as they tried to regulate the distribution of energy. Yet even with that, the Divine Essence continued to pour into Max as though drawn to him by instinct. + +Inside his body, the stored energy began to take form. His divine sea looked like a universe of its own, vast and boundless. Each droplet of divine essence that entered it shone like a star, merging into the whole, expanding its capacity little by little. The process was slow, but it was steady—unyielding, methodical, and precise. + +Max could feel his power solidifying at a level few could even imagine. Every breath he took drew in more essence, every heartbeat resonated with the rhythm of creation itself. His understanding of the laws deepened unconsciously, and his control over his strength became even more refined. + +He felt no rush. He had no concern for how much time was passing or what the others around him were doing. This moment was his alone. + +Without a care in the world, Max continued to absorb the Divine Essence. His focus was absolute. He wanted every part of his being—his body, soul, and veins—to be saturated with this divine energy. He was not merely cultivating; he was building an unshakable foundation for the future, one that would support him even beyond the limits of mortality. + +The Divine Platform trembled faintly as his presence grew stronger. His aura expanded again, consuming more and more of the divine essence, until the light surrounding him resembled a golden storm. + +Inside that storm, Max sat unmoved, calm and composed, like a god absorbing the energy of creation itself. + +Just as the golden glow of the Divine Platform pulsed once more, a sudden tremor of awareness swept through the entire area. Every genius seated upon the ten domes froze at the same instant. Their souls vibrated with an unknown resonance as a surge of information burst into their minds like a whisper from the heavens. + +A faint chime followed, soft yet clear, echoing directly inside their consciousness. + +The glowing notification shimmered before their eyes for a few moments before slowly fading away, but the knowledge it carried did not disappear. Instead, it embedded itself deep within their minds, unlocking something ancient and forgotten. + +It was not just a message but an enlightenment, a fragment of divine understanding that told them the truth about the very essence of the Divine Rank. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1201.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1201.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f87a3df --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1201.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1194 - 6th level of Divine Rank" +slug: "ch-1201" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1201 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1068 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As the knowledge settled, a profound silence descended upon the Divine Platform. None of the geniuses spoke. They were too busy processing the revelation that had just struck their souls. + +The information was clear and absolute. It explained what the Divine Spark truly was—its meaning, its purpose, and its importance. + +The Divine Spark, according to this divine knowledge, was the purest essence of creation itself. It was the fundamental energy that determined the quality of one’s divinity. The Divine Spark was not simply strength or cultivation; it was the measure of potential, the scale by which the heavens decided who among mortals could ascend to the realm of gods. + +Every cultivator could reach the Divine Rank if they had the means. The Divine Platform itself allowed it. But going beyond that—breaking through the boundaries of the mortal world and entering the Divine Realm—required something far greater than just divine energy. It required 100% Divine Spark. + +Only by filling every cell, every fragment of the soul, and every thread of essence with Divine Spark could one transcend the limits of the mortal realm. + +The realization struck the geniuses like a thunderclap. Those who had been elated moments ago, celebrating their rapid rise through the Divine Rank, now looked stunned. + +A few of them instinctively checked their own bodies with their divine senses, tracing the unfamiliar current of energy they had been feeling since they began absorbing the Divine Essence. + +They now understood what that strange sensation was—the faint shimmering presence that had been threading through their veins, fusing with their divine energy and soul force. That was the Divine Spark. + +One young genius looked at his hands, his eyes wide with disbelief. "So this... this is what that energy was," he whispered. "It’s been flowing into us all along." + +Another genius from the another planet clenched his fists. His expression shifted between awe and excitement. "No wonder it felt different from the Divine Essence. It’s alive, it has will... It’s the true mark of divinity itself." + +Murmurs spread through the domes as the geniuses began to comprehend the scale of what was happening. The Divine Platform was not only granting them divine power. It was refining them, preparing them for something higher—something beyond mortality itself. + +But that enlightenment also came with a burden. + +The message had stated it clearly. Without a full 100% Divine Spark, no one could break through the shackles of the Divine Rank. They could cultivate for eternity, gather infinite energy, but the divine gates above would remain closed. They would never cross into the Divine Realm. + +That truth settled heavily in their hearts. The Divine Platform was a gift but also a test. It was not enough to simply reach the peak of the Divine Rank; one had to forge their complete Divine Spark within this sacred place, or their journey would end here forever. + +Some of the geniuses immediately focused again, their expressions turning serious. The excitement that once filled their eyes was now replaced by determination. + +They began drawing in Divine Essence even faster, trying to absorb the elusive Divine Spark along with it. Others looked uncertain, realizing how small their share—thirty-four percent—was compared to what they needed. + +In one of the domes, Victor frowned as he sensed the Divine Spark flowing faintly through his Azure Dragon veins. "Thirty-four percent," he muttered. "The rest must depend on how much we can handle." + +Seraphina, seated nearby, nodded slightly. Her fiery aura flared brighter as she resumed absorbing energy. "It means this platform is not just a place of cultivation. It’s a trial of potential."𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +Meanwhile, Max remained calm amidst the growing tension. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, but inside, his soul was sharp and focused. He could feel it now—the strange current he had ignored before. It was moving through him with the Divine Essence, weaving into his blood and merging with his divine veins. It was subtle yet undeniable. + +’So that’s what it was,’ he thought, his expression unreadable. ’Divine Spark... the seed of transcendence.’ + +He felt it more clearly than the others. For him, the Divine Spark didn’t simply flow into his body—it resonated with something deep within. The Vein of Origin pulsed faintly in response, almost as if it recognized the energy. His divine sea stirred as golden and black light intertwined, forming a complex rhythm that perfectly synchronized with the new essence. + +The Divine Spark blended with his energy effortlessly, like it had always belonged there. + +Still, Max understood the meaning behind the message. It wasn’t enough to have Divine Spark flowing within him; he would have to cultivate it, strengthen it, and complete it until it reached 100%. Only then could he hope to go beyond even the Divine Rank. + +Around him, the atmosphere of the Divine Platform shifted once more. The geniuses who had been complacent now pushed themselves to their limits, their cultivation bases expanding as they absorbed Divine Essence at full speed. + +The golden mist thickened further, and faint sparks of light flickered through the air—signs of Divine Spark forming in their surroundings. + +The entire Divine Platform now pulsed with a new intensity. The realization had lit a fire within everyone. This was no longer just a chance to rise to the Divine Rank. It was a race toward transcendence itself. + +And as that thought settled, Max slowly opened his eyes. A faint golden gleam flickered within them before fading. His aura rippled gently through the space around him, filling the dome with an overwhelming sense of calm strength. + +"Sixth level of the Mythic Rank," he muttered softly, his voice echoing faintly in the quiet chamber. The realization brought a satisfied smile to his face. The progress he had made within the Divine Platform was extraordinary by any standard. + +In the outside world, this kind of growth would have taken hundreds of years of accumulation, endless battles, and countless life-and-death experiences. Yet here, it had taken only days. + +Even though he had yet to officially step into the Divine Rank, Max could feel that his strength already surpassed its boundaries. His divine energy was denser and more refined than even the cultivators who had reached peak Divine Rank. + +His body felt light yet indestructible, his divine sea vast and radiant, and his veins pulsed with energy so rich it almost felt alive. The power within him was stable, controlled, and terrifying in its potential. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1202.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1202.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ae21b0e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1202.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1195: Divine Spark" +slug: "ch-1202" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1202 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1074 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With a deep breath, he decided to check his progress. A faint shimmer appeared before his eyes as the Divine Platform responded to his thought. + +[Divine Spark: 67%] + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the number. "Only sixty-seven percent..." he murmured. It was a significant increase from before, yet he couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of dissatisfaction. + +He knew from the information that had been imprinted in his mind that Divine Spark was not something that could be easily obtained, even within a place as miraculous as this. + +Still, the number raised questions that he couldn’t ignore. He leaned back slightly, his gaze unfocused as he pondered deeply. + +’What exactly is this Divine Spark?’ he wondered. ’I understand what it represents—the qualification to surpass the mortal realm—but what is its true nature? What is it made of?’ + +The information given to them had explained the concept of Divine Spark in broad strokes. It was the essence of divinity, the core of transcendence. But the explanation was incomplete. It said nothing about its origin, nor about how it could be accumulated outside of the Divine Platform. + +Max’s thoughts grew heavier. ’Is this energy unique to the Divine Platform? If so, does that mean that once the secret domain closes, no one will be able to gather more Divine Spark again?’ + +The idea unsettled him. If the Divine Spark could only be gathered here, then the number each genius accumulated before leaving the secret domain would determine their limit for the rest of their lives. + +They could cultivate endlessly, refine their power for eternity, and yet, without a full Divine Spark, they would never break through the Divine Rank. They would remain trapped forever in the mortal coil. + +That possibility alone made this trial far more terrifying than any battle or tribulation he had faced. + +Max glanced around at the other domes faintly visible in the distance. He could sense the presence of other geniuses, their auras flaring with energy as they cultivated. + +He knew that most of them would likely end up within the same range of Divine Spark as him—somewhere between sixty and seventy percent—by the time the trial ended. Only a rare few, perhaps one or two among the thousands, might reach above eighty percent. + +And yet, even that would not be enough. + +’A hundred percent Divine Spark,’ he thought, frowning slightly. ’That’s the requirement for breaking past the Divine Rank and entering the Divine Realm. But if even here, with endless Divine Essence flowing freely, we can’t reach that number, then how are we supposed to complete it in our own worlds?’ + +His thoughts turned cautious. There was no mention in the information they had received about how to gather Divine Spark after leaving the Divine Platform. There was nothing about its source, its cultivation methods, or any process to increase it beyond what they gained here. + +The more he thought about it, the more it felt deliberate, as if whoever created this place wanted to withhold that knowledge intentionally. + +Max rested his hand on his knee and exhaled softly, golden mist leaving his lips. "It’s too perfect," he said quietly. "Too controlled." + +The Divine Platform provided them with power, granted them divine essence, and even offered enlightenment about the Divine Spark. But it never explained the full picture. It guided them forward while leaving a void of uncertainty—one that even Max couldn’t fill. + +He raised his gaze toward the golden mist swirling high above the dome. It glowed faintly, filled with endless Divine Essence, and yet somewhere within that light, Max sensed a trace of something else—a presence that wasn’t part of the platform’s natural energy. + +’Divine Spark,’ he thought again. ’Where are you coming from?’ + +The question lingered in his mind. If the Divine Spark truly came from this platform, then it meant that the Seven Divine Lords who had created the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain had found a way to extract and refine this mysterious energy. That alone was frightening. + +Max’s hand clenched slightly. He knew what it meant. It meant that the Divine Lords had knowledge that even the most powerful gods of the outer universe might not possess. + +For now, there were no answers—only more questions. + +But one thing was certain. The Divine Spark was not something they could easily replicate outside this place. The Divine Platform was a divine mechanism that didn’t belong to the mortal world. Once it vanished, the opportunity to obtain Divine Spark might vanish with it.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Max closed his eyes again, his heart calm despite the thoughts swirling through his mind. ’It doesn’t matter,’ he decided. ’I will try to gather all 100% Divine Spark right here and now.’ + +He steadied his breathing and once again began drawing in the golden essence from the platform. The Divine Spark within him flickered faintly, and the golden light around his body brightened once more. + +Now that Max understood the uncertainty surrounding the Divine Spark, he stopped dwelling on questions that had no answers. His focus shifted entirely to what he could control—the Divine Essence that continued to pour into his body like a never-ending golden river. + +Closing his eyes, he calmed his breathing and allowed the Three Dimensional Body to fully activate. His perception expanded in all directions, covering every layer of the essence surrounding him. + +He examined it closely, breaking it down into its tiniest details. Each strand of Divine Essence was luminous, vibrant, and filled with vitality. Within it, he could sense the rhythm of the world, the pulse of creation, and the faint trace of something deeper—something he was certain was the Divine Spark. + +Yet no matter how many times he scanned, analyzed, or circulated his energy, he could not find it. It was invisible to every sense he possessed, even the perception of his divine soul. + +He frowned slightly, frustration flickering across his face. "It’s here," he muttered under his breath, "but it refuses to reveal itself." + +The Divine Spark was like a shadow hidden within the light—present but intangible, real yet untouchable. It fused seamlessly with the Divine Essence, making it impossible to isolate or extract. The Three Dimensional Body, which could normally dissect anything down to its atomic level, failed to trace even a single thread of its existence. + +Max exhaled slowly, his expression returning to calm. "Fine," he said softly. "If I can’t find it directly, then I’ll force it to show itself." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1203.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1203.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1041258 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1203.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1196: Devouring Divine Essence!" +slug: "ch-1203" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1203 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max changed his approach. Bringing both hands forward, he clasped his palms together in a steady motion. Between them, sparks of black fire flickered to life. Within moments, a dense sphere of black flames formed, glowing faintly with crimson veins that pulsed like a living heart. + +The heat it emitted was suffocating, yet contained. He controlled it perfectly, restricting the black fire to remain within the space between his hands. + +The sphere was the size of a football, spinning slowly, its surface rippling with chaotic energy. The flames moved like liquid, devouring everything around them but never expanding beyond their confines. + +’Devour,’ Max commanded silently. + +At that instant, the Divine Essence around him reacted violently. The golden mist surged toward the black sphere as if drawn by an irresistible force. Streams of radiant energy poured into it, swirling like a vortex before being refined and directed straight into Max’s body. + +The absorption speed multiplied instantly. + +The divine energy that had previously flowed into him like a calm river now crashed into him like a tidal wave. His body trembled slightly as the golden essence rushed into every cell, every vein, and every fragment of his divine sea. + +The pressure inside him grew terrifyingly dense. It was as if the Divine Platform itself was pouring its entire reservoir into him. + +The flow became so intense that even breathing became difficult. It felt like being submerged beneath a raging waterfall, every drop a blast of molten energy forcing its way into his body. His muscles strained, his divine sea quaked, and even his divine veins hummed with the weight of power being forced into them. + +For a brief moment, Max thought his body might not withstand it. His chest tightened, and a sharp pain shot through his limbs. The black flames flickered violently, threatening to spiral out of control. + +But he didn’t stop. + +Gritting his teeth, he poured more focus into stabilizing the process. His Unholy Trinity Body activated on its own, reinforcing his internal structure, while the Vein of Origin glowed faintly beneath his skin. + +Golden light from the divine veins and black fire from the devouring sphere began to intertwine in perfect harmony, forming a cycle of absorption and refinement. + +Divine Essence flowed in through the black sphere, was devoured, and then refined within his body before being distributed evenly across his divine sea. The process was brutal but effective. + +Each pulse of divine energy made his strength soar. His body became a living vessel of transformation, absorbing, refining, and expanding with every heartbeat. The pressure was unbearable, yet exhilarating. The black flames burned brighter, and the space around him distorted faintly from the intensity of his energy. + +Still, there was no sign of the Divine Spark. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel the Divine Sark entering his body at a rate faster than before. Every time the essence entered his body, there was a faint shimmer—a vibration that didn’t belong to divine energy alone. It was elusive, but it was there. + +’So that’s it,’ Max thought through the haze of concentration. ’Even if I couldn’t extract the Divine Spark from the Divine Essence, if I could just devour a large amount of Divine Essence into my body then I would surely have enough amount of Divine Spark.’ + +The realization lit a spark of determination in his heart. He tightened his control, letting the devouring flames pull in even more energy. The rate of absorption increased again, faster and faster until the golden mist around him began to thin visibly. + +The dome trembled faintly under the pressure. Other geniuses who were cultivating nearby opened their eyes briefly, sensing the disturbance. The density of Divine Essence in their surroundings was dropping, flowing toward one point—the black vortex of energy where Max sat. + +Yet he didn’t care. His focus was absolute. He wanted to push his limit, to devour every drop of essence that the platform could offer, to see how far he could refine it into something higher. + +Time lost meaning once again. Minutes turned into hours, and hours stretched endlessly. The golden streams of energy continued to pour into him, their brilliance dimming as more and more was consumed. + +His body had become a living conduit for divine transformation. Every cell glowed with faint light, his veins pulsed like rivers of molten gold, and the air around him vibrated with raw, overwhelming power. + +He could feel it—his foundation strengthening, his divine sea expanding, and somewhere deep within that ever-growing storm, the Divine Spark slowly forming, hidden yet alive. + +And so, Max continued to sit there in silence, devouring, refining, and enduring the impossible pressure. The Divine Platform trembled faintly beneath him, the golden mist swirling endlessly as the hours passed. + +If this was the path to reaching 100% Divine Spark, then he would walk it without hesitation—no matter how much pain, risk, or exhaustion it demanded. + +Just like that, everyone on the Divine Platform found themselves completely absorbed in cultivation. The ten domes that once flickered with dim, scattered light now radiated with blinding brilliance. + +Each dome was filled with geniuses sitting cross-legged, their auras merging with the golden essence that surrounded them. The flow of energy in the air was so dense that it had turned the entire Divine Platform into a realm of light, where golden mist streamed like liquid across the floor. + +No one spoke anymore. Words had no meaning in this place. The only thing that mattered was the Divine Essence flowing endlessly through their bodies, and the faint, hidden presence of the Divine Spark being refined within. + +Days turned into weeks. The Divine Platform floated silently amidst the golden expanse, untouched by time or decay. The stars beyond the divine barrier shone faintly, marking the passage of countless nights, yet inside, the flow of energy remained unchanged—eternal and unceasing. + +Max remained seated in his original place, his posture unmoving. His breathing had slowed to the point of stillness, his consciousness fully immersed in the flow of energy. His Three Dimensional Body had long since adapted to the Divine Essence, and now every pulse of it moved through him like water running through an endless river. + +Golden veins glowed faintly beneath his skin, intertwined with streams of black light that pulsed in perfect rhythm. His body looked calm on the outside, but within him, a storm raged without end. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1204.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1204.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b411645 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1204.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1197 - 8th level of Divine Rank" +slug: "ch-1204" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1204 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max didn’t count the days. The Divine Platform existed beyond the normal flow of time, and within it, moments stretched endlessly. He no longer felt hunger, thirst, or fatigue. His mind was fully synchronized with the rhythm of the Divine Platform. + +At first, he had felt the Divine Spark forming faintly within him—a flickering, formless glow that pulsed deep within his soul. But as time passed, that faint flicker became a steady flame. It was not visible to the naked eye, nor was it something his divine senses could fully grasp. Yet he could feel its growth every time he absorbed another pulse of Divine Essence. + +His cultivation was no longer about rushing through realms or chasing quick results. It was about refinement—perfecting every thread of divine energy, transforming it into the purest form possible, and allowing it to merge seamlessly with the Divine Spark. + +All across the platform, the same scene repeated itself. + +The geniuses from every world sat in silent determination, their bodies surrounded by halos of divine light. Some trembled as they advanced to higher levels of the Divine Rank. Others remained motionless, their energy growing denser, their foundations more solid. The Divine Platform was fulfilling its purpose—to create gods out of mortals, to mold the worthy into something greater. + +In that place, time lost meaning. + +A month passed, then another. Seasons might have changed in the outside world, but within the platform, the divine light never dimmed. The flow of energy continued endlessly, nurturing, testing, and refining everyone who sat upon it. + +The geniuses no longer knew how long they had been cultivating. To them, it felt both like an eternity and an instant. Their bodies no longer registered fatigue, and their souls had merged with the golden light. + +Half a year passed quietly. + +By then, the Divine Platform had become completely transformed. The golden mist that once shimmered lightly now roared like a living ocean. Waves of divine energy pulsed across its surface, creating ripples that illuminated the heavens above. + +The domes housing the geniuses glowed brighter than ever, each one resonating with divine power so intense that even the surrounding void trembled faintly. + +Inside one of the domes, Max’s aura had become completely unrecognizable from what it once was. His strength had multiplied countless times, and his divine presence carried an authority that seemed to surpass that of a mortal cultivator. His body was like a divine vessel, containing more energy than even the strongest Divine Rank experts could dream of. + +He opened his eyes for the first time in what felt like an eternity. A faint flash of golden and black light crossed his gaze, cutting through the mist in front of him. The air vibrated lightly, as if the Divine Platform itself responded to his awakening. + +Half a year had gone by in silence. + +To Max, it had felt like only a brief meditation session, but in truth, the outside world had already changed beyond recognition. The geniuses who once filled the platform were no longer the same. They had all grown, evolved, and reached heights that only a few could dream of. + +"Eighth level of the Mythic Rank," Max muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. His voice was calm, but his gaze carried a glint of disbelief. The golden mist within the dome was far thinner now, almost transparent, as though every drop of Divine Essence had already been absorbed.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +His entire body radiated a faint glow of golden light that intertwined with the flicker of black flames beneath his skin. The two opposing energies flowed through his veins in harmony, humming like twin melodies that resonated with each other. + +He raised his hand and summoned his status panel with a thought. The familiar blue interface appeared before him, shimmering faintly in the air. + +[Divine Spark: 99%] + +Max stared at the number for a long while without moving. "Ninety-nine percent..." he whispered under his breath. He didn’t know whether he should feel satisfied or frustrated. + +He was so close to perfection that he could almost taste it, and yet that single missing percent felt like an unbridgeable chasm. He had poured half a year into the Divine Platform, absorbing Divine Essence endlessly, refining it to the limit, and yet he still fell short. + +He closed his eyes again, focusing on the faint vibration of energy within his soul. He could sense the Divine Spark pulsing there—alive, radiant, and almost complete—but that last fragment remained elusive. + +It was as if something within him was refusing to merge with the rest. He could feel it faintly, like an incomplete note in a song that never resolved. + +’That one percent,’ he thought, frowning slightly. ’It feels like it’s not something that can be taken by force. Perhaps it requires a trigger... something that can’t be obtained through mere cultivation.’ + +He exhaled slowly, letting the thought fade for now. His focus shifted outward as his Three Dimensional Body activated automatically. His vision expanded, scanning every corner of the Divine Platform. What he saw left him momentarily speechless. + +Every dome, every platform, every pillar of golden mist was still, silent, and filled with radiant light. The geniuses who had once sat in meditation now floated calmly in midair, surrounded by halos of divine energy. Their divine seas pulsed rhythmically, filled to the brim with power. + +Max’s senses told him immediately that nearly everyone present had broken through to the Divine Rank. Their auras were steady, overflowing with divinity, and their energies carried the unmistakable signature of having completed multiple life and death cycles. + +The weakest among them had reached the seventh level of the Divine Rank, while most had climbed all the way to the ninth or even the tenth. + +It was a shocking sight. + +In the outside world, reaching the tenth level of Divine Rank was an achievement that required thousands of years of accumulation, immense luck, and the guidance of great powers or divine inheritances. Yet here, on the Divine Platform, these geniuses had accomplished it in just half a year. + +The platform’s true power had finally revealed itself. It didn’t just help cultivators advance—it shattered every barrier that existed between mortals and divinity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1205.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1205.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c4b9ac4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1205.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1198: End of the Trials" +slug: "ch-1205" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1205 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1125 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s gaze swept through the geniuses one by one. He saw the golden crowns of divine light flickering above their heads, the proof of their divine ascension. He could feel the ripples of their power spreading through the air. + +Each of them was now a being who could easily dominate entire worlds. Even the weaker ones carried a divine presence strong enough to crush armies and destroy mountains with a gesture. + +He looked down at his own hands, clenching them lightly. His power, though still technically at the Mythic Rank, was no less than theirs. In fact, it was even stronger. His divine sea was denser or should he say his divine core(everyone in the Divine Rank has their mana core break turning the inner space in their body into a sea but Max hasn’t reached the Divine Rank so he still has his mana core albeit now a Divine Core and due to the overwhelming devouring of Divine Essence the area around the Divine Core is filled with a sea. He also has a sea but has yet break his core), his energy purer, and his foundation more stable than any of the geniuses before him. + +Every thread of divine energy within his body had been refined countless times over, compressed to a state of perfection that others could not achieve even with divine intervention. + +Still, his situation was unusual. + +He was the only one left in the Mythic Rank. The others had already crossed into the Divine Rank and completed the cycles of ascension, while he stood just below that threshold. + +His energy density, his refined control, and the presence of multiple elemental concepts—space, sword, flame, lightning and ice—all contributed to the enormous amount of power required for him to advance. The Divine Platform could barely keep up with his rate of consumption toward the end. + +He had needed more essence than anyone else—perhaps ten times more. It was as though the heavens themselves were demanding something greater from him before he could take that final step. + +And yet, despite that, he wasn’t discouraged. He smiled faintly. "So, I’m the only one still standing below," he murmured to himself. "That’s fine. My foundation is stronger than theirs. When I step into the Divine Rank, I won’t need to stop until I reach the peak." + +He stood up slowly, his body radiating a calm and terrifying presence. The air around him shimmered, and a faint tremor ran through the platform as though the space itself recognized his growing power. + +Half a year had passed in silence. To Max, it felt like only a few long meditations, but the world outside had changed entirely. Every genius within the Divine Platform had been reborn as a divine being, transcending their limits and surpassing everything their worlds could have offered them. + +The Divine Platform, once glowing like a golden sun, now pulsed faintly, as though it had fulfilled its purpose. The flow of energy that had once been endless began to weaken, signaling that the end of the trial was near. + +Max looked up at the golden mist above him, his gaze firm. "Ninety-nine percent or not," he whispered, "I’ll reach one hundred. If not here, then out there." + +His words were quiet, but they carried the weight of a promise. + +In that stillness, surrounded by thousands of ascended geniuses, Max stood alone—one step short of divinity, but already stronger than all who had attained it. + +The golden light that had enveloped the Divine Platform slowly began to fade. The once-radiant mist that filled the air started to dissolve, drifting upward like smoke dispersing into the heavens. + +A faint tremor ran through the platform, followed by a low rumble that echoed through the void. The dome that had housed the geniuses trembled for a brief moment before the golden floor beneath their feet began to shimmer and fragment. + +Then, without warning, it vanished. + +The Divine Platform dissolved into countless motes of golden light that scattered in every direction before fading completely. The ground beneath them was replaced by solid stone, rough and lifeless compared to the divine structure they had been cultivating on for months. + +"It’s gone," one of the geniuses muttered under his breath, his voice filled with disbelief. He looked down at his feet, where the divine radiance had once flowed, and clenched his fists tightly. + +Another genius spoke after a long pause. "The final trial has come to an end," he said solemnly. "The Divine Platform has completed its purpose. Every one of us reached the Divine Rank. Its task is fulfilled." + +A murmur rippled through the crowd. The geniuses, who had all been sitting in meditation for half a year, looked around at one another with complex expressions. Some smiled with satisfaction, others wore disbelief, and a few seemed dazed, as if waking from a long dream. + +However, a nervous voice suddenly broke through the silence. "Not everyone..." the genius said hesitantly. He was pale and trembling slightly, his eyes darting toward a single figure standing quietly at the center of the group. "Max... he’s the only one among us who hasn’t reached the Divine Rank. His aura still feels like Mythic Rank—around the eighth level." + +The words spread quickly. Several heads turned toward Max, curiosity and unease flashing in their eyes. They could all sense it now—the vast ocean of power surrounding him was immense, but it lacked the divine signature that marked their newly achieved realm. + +Before the first man could say anything more, another genius grabbed his arm sharply and hissed, "Quiet. Don’t talk about him like that." His tone was urgent, his eyes filled with warning. "Do you have a death wish? Don’t you know who that is? He killed a golden-crowned genius with ease. If he hears you talking like that, you won’t even have time to scream." + +The first genius swallowed hard, lowering his head immediately. "I-I wasn’t saying anything bad. I just meant..." + +"Then stop talking," the other interrupted sharply. "If you value your life, forget what you just said." + +The tension between them faded quickly, replaced by silence. The geniuses avoided Max’s direction entirely, pretending to look elsewhere. + +Even though all of them had reached the Divine Rank, none of them dared to compare themselves to him. His mere presence exuded something that made their hearts tighten—a calm yet overwhelming aura that could crush them if he so wished. + +Max, however, didn’t pay them any attention. His focus was elsewhere. His sharp senses, honed through countless battles and the power of the Three Dimensional Body, picked up something far away—an unfamiliar fluctuation in the air, a ripple of energy rapidly approaching. It wasn’t the Divine Platform this time. It was something else. Someone was coming. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1206.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1206.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5eed181 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1206.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1199: A Challenge to Max" +slug: "ch-1206" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1206 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly, his calm expression turning serious. The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly as he prepared himself, but before anything could happen, a confident and arrogant voice echoed through the air. + +"Well, well. We meet again." + +A young man stepped forward from the edge of the group, his stride confident and his face carrying an air of superiority. He looked barely older than Max, with sharp blue eyes that gleamed with conceit and a smirk that revealed how highly he regarded himself. His aura flared with divine light—the unmistakable power of a newly ascended Divine Rank genius. + +It was Mike. + +The golden-crowned genius whom Nero had mentioned to Max. The same one who had once ambushed him in the forest of the inner region and fled in humiliation after failing to land a single decisive blow. + +Mike’s gaze locked on Max immediately, his expression smug. "You remember me, don’t you?" he asked, his voice echoing through the open air. "Last time, I didn’t get the chance to finish what I started. Seems the heavens have given me another opportunity." + +The geniuses nearby froze. None of them dared to move or speak. They all remembered the rumors about how Max had killed a golden-crowned genius with a single strike. To them, Mike’s arrogance was as good as suicide. + +Max didn’t answer. His golden eyes remained calm, his face expressionless. He neither acknowledged nor dismissed Mike’s presence. + +The silence was suffocating. + +For a moment, even Mike hesitated, feeling the weight of that unspoken stillness pressing down on him. Then, his smirk returned, sharper than before. "Still silent?" he sneered. "Maybe you’re too scared to fight me this time. Or maybe you’ve realized your limits." + +The wind around them grew still. The air trembled faintly as if holding its breath. + +Max slowly lifted his gaze, his voice low but steady. "You should have stayed hidden, Mike." + +"Hidden? Hmph! Don’t make me laugh," Mike said with a smirk. His voice was loud and filled with arrogance as he pointed directly at Max. "I want to challenge you to a duel." + +The words echoed across the clearing like a thunderclap. For a brief moment, silence followed—then faint murmurs began to ripple among the gathered geniuses. + +Mike stood tall and proud, his divine aura blazing with confidence. The golden crown above his head glowed brighter than ever, marking his ascension to the peak of the Divine Rank. + +Power radiated from his body in waves, causing the air around him to shimmer faintly. His expression was one of pure pride, his eyes filled with the assurance of superiority that came from absolute strength. + +Half a year on the Divine Platform had changed him completely. The once cautious genius who had fled from Max’s terrifying power during the trial of the space concept was gone. In his place stood someone who believed himself invincible. + +After all, he had reached the very peak of the Divine Rank, a realm that few in the mortal world could even dream of attaining. In his mind, there was no one among his generation who could stand above him now. + +He clenched his fist, and gray aura flared from his body, swirling into a magnificent aura. "I’ve heard too much about you, Max," he said loudly. "The strongest genius in the secret domain, the man with two golden crowns, the one who supposedly broke every trial. But tell me, can you still be called the strongest now that everyone has ascended to Divine Rank? Or are you just a shadow of your former self?" + +His voice dripped with provocation. It was clear he wanted everyone present to hear it. + +He had heard countless stories about Max’s strength—the rumors that he could fight across ranks, that he had defeated the strongest geniuses of multiple worlds, that even Nero, another golden-crowned genius, couldn’t stand before him. + +And yet, in Mike’s mind, all of those stories belonged to the past. He now stood at the peak of the Divine Rank, while Max remained at the eighth level of Mythic Rank. To him, the difference between them was absolute. + +He remembered that fateful encounter vividly. He had ambushed Max months ago, back before the trial of space. Back then, he thought his sneak attack would earn him glory. Instead, he was utterly crushed, forced to retreat in humiliation. + +That shame had burned in his chest ever since, fueling his resolve during every trial and every meditation session. And now, half a year later, he was convinced that things would end differently. + +This was his chance to erase that humiliation. + +He looked at Max with burning determination. "I will defeat you in front of everyone," he declared boldly. "And prove that I, Mike of the Crimson Void World, am the true number one genius of this generation in the mortal realm." + +The geniuses surrounding them immediately began whispering to each other in excitement. The tension in the air shifted, turning from solemnity into eager anticipation. + +"Did he just challenge Max?" one of the silver-crowned geniuses whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief. + +"He’s crazy," another murmured. "Even if Max hasn’t reached the Divine Rank, that man’s power is monstrous. You think half a year of cultivation can make Mike his equal?" + +"But Mike is at the peak of the Divine Rank now," a third interrupted. "He must have gained something special from the Divine Platform. Maybe he really can match him this time." + +Their voices overlapped, growing louder with each passing moment. The golden-crowned geniuses who had once viewed Max as untouchable now watched in silence, their expressions unreadable. Some were curious, some doubtful, and a few looked genuinely thrilled at the possibility of seeing the two strongest figures of the secret domain clash. + +Even Seraphina and Victor turned their attention toward Max. Seraphina frowned slightly. "This is trouble," she whispered. "Mike doesn’t realize the difference between arrogance and strength." + +Victor crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. "Let him try. He’s going to learn that numbers on a cultivation chart mean nothing when standing before that monster." + +Their words went unheard amid the growing excitement. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1207.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1207.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c74bfb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1207.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1200: Tanya’s Nightmare" +slug: "ch-1207" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1207 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon, the entire crowd of geniuses formed a wide circle around Max and Mike. Even those who had ascended to the Divine Rank couldn’t hide their curiosity. + +For them, this was the battle of the generation—the match that would determine who truly stood at the top among all who had entered the Heavenly Lords Secret Domain. + +They had all reached the Divine Rank. Their confidence was high, their pride stronger than ever. Many secretly wondered if Max, who was only at the Mythic Rank, could still maintain the overwhelming dominance he once had. + +For the first time in months, there was an atmosphere of competition in the air again. + +The divine aura of hundreds of geniuses pressed down on the arena-like clearing as they waited for the battle to begin. + +Max, however, stood quietly, his expression calm as always. He didn’t react to the challenge, nor did he show anger or pride. His golden eyes remained steady, his presence unfazed by the growing noise around him. + +He simply observed Mike for a moment, as though evaluating something deeper than the words that had been spoken. + +Then, with a faint breath, he said, "A duel, is it?" + +The crowd fell silent instantly, every gaze locking on him. + +Mike grinned, mistaking Max’s calmness for hesitation. "Yes. A duel between the peak of the Divine Rank and the strongest Mythic Rank. Let’s see who truly deserves the title of the strongest genius in this domain." + +A spark of energy surged between them. The air vibrated faintly, carrying the scent of an impending storm. + +Every genius present could feel it—the pressure, the intensity, and the anticipation. + +Half a year of silence and cultivation had finally led to this moment. A battle that would shake the entire secret domain was about to begin. + +Tanya stood among the gathered geniuses, her gaze fixed on Max and Mike as the tension between the two grew heavier by the second. The others around her whispered excitedly, their voices carrying tones of disbelief, thrill, and curiosity. + +To them, this was a rare opportunity—a chance to witness two of the most powerful figures among the younger generation clash in full glory after half a year of seclusion and cultivation. + +But unlike the others, Tanya’s expression was not one of excitement or anticipation. It was calm, almost grim. Her bright eyes reflected the faint golden light that still lingered in the air from the dissolved Divine Platform, yet beneath that calmness was a storm of conflicting emotions. + +She had fought Max before. She had faced him directly, not just as an observer but as his opponent. That battle had left a scar on her pride that time could not heal. It wasn’t that she had been weak—far from it. + +She had always been among the top geniuses of her world, a golden crowned genius, praised for her talent, her divine bloodline, and her potential to stand at the peak of the younger generation. But when she had faced Max, all of that pride had been crushed effortlessly. + +She remembered it vividly. The way he had moved—calm, composed, and utterly merciless. His attacks had carried a weight that made her body tremble even before they landed. It wasn’t just raw power that had overwhelmed her; it was the terrifying control he had over it. + +He could bend flames, distort space, and shatter the ground without so much as blinking. She hadn’t stood a chance. + +Moreover she still felt dread recalling the aura of Max when he unleashed all four of his concepts. It was terrifying. + +Even back then, Max’s strength had felt boundless to her. He had been at the Legend Rank at the time, but the force he unleashed could rival a true Divine Rank cultivator. + +It wasn’t just an impression—it was a certainty. Her instincts had screamed at her during that fight that no matter what she did, no matter how hard she pushed herself, she would never win. + +In the end she fled and made sure to not run into that monstrous devil before the end of the secret domain. + +And now, half a year later, seeing him again, she felt that same feeling returning—the same unease in her chest, the same cold awareness that she was standing in the presence of someone who existed on an entirely different level. + +Around her, geniuses whispered excitedly about how Mike was at the peak of the Divine Rank now, how his strength had soared during the Divine Platform’s trial, and how he might be able to defeat Max this time. Their words felt hollow to Tanya. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that. + +Even if Max was still only at the eighth level of Mythic Rank, even if he hadn’t officially reached the Divine Rank, she had a feeling that none of that mattered. + +Her gaze sharpened slightly as she looked at him. Max stood there quietly, surrounded by golden mist that refused to fade away from him completely. His aura was calm, steady, and impossibly deep—like a bottomless ocean that one could look into but never measure. + +She tried to sense his energy but found nothing. It was as though his very presence denied perception, like his existence was something the world itself couldn’t contain. + +She clenched her fists unconsciously. "Even if I were at the Divine Rank back then," she thought silently, "I would still have lost to him." + +That truth made her heart heavy. It wasn’t despair—it was awe. There was something about him that transcended logic, something that couldn’t be explained by cultivation levels or divine rankings. + +Tanya’s instincts as a cultivator told her one thing clearly: Max didn’t have limits. + +She looked around at the other geniuses, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as they whispered about Mike’s challenge. They were eager, curious, and full of confidence in their newfound divine strength. + +They had all reached the Divine Rank within the past half year. Their power had soared to heights they once thought unreachable. They believed they had caught up to the monsters that once stood far above them. + +But Tanya knew better. + +She knew that this confidence was fragile. She knew that the gulf between them and Max wasn’t something that could be bridged by half a year of cultivation, no matter how miraculous the Divine Platform was. + +Her eyes didn’t leave Max as she thought quietly to herself. "He hasn’t even shown his real strength yet. None of us have seen it. We only saw a glimpse of it before." + +Her heart began to beat faster as the air grew heavier. The divine pressure from both Max and Mike started to clash faintly, sending ripples through the surroundings. + +All around her, geniuses braced themselves, eyes wide with excitement. + +But Tanya only sighed softly, her voice lost in the noise of the crowd. "They have no idea what they’re about to witness." + +Her gaze lingered on Max one last time, and in that moment, her earlier certainty deepened into conviction. + +No matter what level of cultivation he stood at, Max wasn’t someone who could be measured by ordinary standards. His strength wasn’t defined by ranks or titles. It was something far beyond them—something that could shatter every rule the world believed in. + +And Tanya couldn’t help but wonder if there would ever be anyone capable of standing as his equal. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1208.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1208.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1ce6bd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1208.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1201: Mike’s Decision" +slug: "ch-1208" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1208 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1016 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I want a life and death battle here," Max said calmly, his voice carrying across the crowd without strain. + +"A life and death battle?" Mike stammered, the arrogance that had ridden him into the platform wobbling like a poorly balanced flag. + +Max’s lips curled into a cold smile as he stepped closer until the heat of his presence brushed Mike. "Did you forget the time you sneaked on me with the intention to kill?" he asked. "If you had met anyone else in my place they would have been maimed or turned to dust. Do not ask for a friendly duel when your hands have already tasted murder. You wanted to take my life, so the only fitting answer is a life and death battle." + +Mike’s jaw tightened and color drained from his face as the truth of Max’s words dug into him. He had come here to prove himself, to parade his new heights at the peak of the Divine Rank, and he had not expected the challenge to be the last thing he would ever do. + +Pride warred with a sudden, stubborn instinct for survival. + +Mike’s expression slowly changed. The arrogance that had colored his tone moments ago faded, replaced by a wary seriousness that betrayed the unease growing within him. + +He had wanted to challenge Max only for the sake of proving himself before everyone, to let the crowd see that he was stronger, faster, and more talented than the genius with two golden crowns. + +He had dreamed of that moment since the day his sneak attack failed, imagining how he would stand victorious while the others finally looked at him with awe. + +But now that Max had turned the duel into a life and death battle, that ambition began to twist into something far less certain. A trace of doubt crept into Mike’s thoughts, and he found himself hesitating. + +The idea of death had not once crossed his mind when he issued his challenge. What he had wanted was acknowledgment, not annihilation. + +Yet here he stood, face to face with the man he had once tried to kill, and Max’s calmness carried a quiet authority that made Mike’s instincts scream danger. + +Deep inside, an old memory resurfaced—of that failed ambush, of the moment his strongest attack had been effortlessly countered, of the terrifying feeling that Max’s strength was beyond anything he could comprehend. + +He had buried that fear under pride, convincing himself that his rise to the Divine Rank had erased it, but now, under Max’s steady gaze, the same feeling returned sharper than ever. + +His heart told him to withdraw, to say something that would lessen the tension, but his pride resisted, whispering that retreat would mean humiliation before the watching geniuses. The two emotions clashed violently inside him. + +Though he managed to keep his face composed, his fingers trembled faintly at his sides. He knew exactly why he didn’t want a life and death battle—because beneath all his newfound confidence there was still uncertainty about how deep Max’s strength truly ran, and that uncertainty made the thought of gambling his life unbearable. + +"What about it?" Max asked, folding his arms across his chest. His tone was calm, but there was an edge of finality in his voice that made it clear he wouldn’t be entertaining any further debate. + +Mike hesitated. His lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. For several long seconds, he stood frozen, staring at Max with a mixture of pride, fear, and the faintest hint of regret. + +His mind raced through the possibilities—what would happen if he refused, what people would say if he backed down now after publicly challenging Max, what his standing would become when the other geniuses spread the story beyond the secret domain. + +He knew the outcome all too well. A single word—coward—would follow him everywhere. The name Mike would forever be remembered as the genius who challenged a two-crowned monster and then tucked his tail between his legs. + +He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. "Fine," he said finally, forcing the word out through his teeth. "A life and death battle it is." + +Max’s smile was faint but unmistakable. It wasn’t a grin of arrogance or cruelty; it was the quiet smile of someone who had already decided the outcome long before the battle began. He could almost feel the weight of another golden crown waiting to settle atop his head, a silent acknowledgment that only strength could earn. + +Before either of them could move, Nero appeared between them, his expression unreadable. His presence alone commanded attention, and the low hum of conversation in the arena fell silent. He turned his head toward the gathered geniuses and spoke in a firm, even tone. "Everyone, step back. Give them space." + +The crowd stirred immediately. Even the proudest of the golden-crowned geniuses obeyed without protest. They understood the unspoken truth—when two such monsters fought, standing too close could be a death sentence. + +The air buzzed faintly as hundreds of figures retreated across the arena, leaving a wide circle of untouched ground between Max and Mike. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the anticipation of violence. + +Both men stood facing each other across that empty space, their gazes locked. + +The gathered geniuses waited with held breath, knowing they were about to witness something that would be remembered far beyond the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +"Make your move," Max said calmly. His arms hung loosely at his sides, his expression composed, his eyes sharp and steady. + +Mike didn’t respond. His face turned solemn as he took a single step backward and adjusted his stance, the air around him shifting with a faint vibration. In his mind, only one thought echoed again and again—one strike, one moment to overwhelm him completely. + +He knew that if he couldn’t land a decisive blow in the first exchange, he would never get another chance. Max’s calm confidence was like a mountain pressing down on him, and the only way to escape it was to strike hard enough to shatter everything. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1209.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1209.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d37c91f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1209.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1202: Shock of the Century for MIKE" +slug: "ch-1209" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1209 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1200 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A deep breath escaped his lips as he gathered his strength. A faint hum resonated in the air as the world seemed to dim around him. Then, a sharp, silver aura erupted from his body like a flash of moonlight cutting through the void. It wasn’t just energy—it was destruction wrapped in elegance. + +The moment that aura appeared, the ground beneath his feet didn’t crumble or crack; it was erased entirely, leaving behind a clean void where the earth once existed. + +Murmurs rippled through the surrounding geniuses. Even the golden-crowned ones who had seen countless battles felt a chill crawl up their spines. + +"That’s... the second level concept of Killing Sword," someone whispered in disbelief. "No wonder he was confident enough to challenge Max." + +But the shock didn’t end there. As the silver light intensified, the space around Mike began to twist subtly, faint distortions spreading outward in rippling waves. The air wavered as though reality itself was struggling to contain his power. + +The two auras—sharp and silvery from the Killing Sword, and invisible yet suffocating from the Concept of Space—began to intertwine like two predators circling each other before merging into one. + +The silver energy condensed around Mike’s sword arm, the edge of the blade now glowing brighter than starlight. Every inch of his weapon pulsed with lethal intent, and the surrounding distortions bent inward toward it, forming a deadly vortex that pulled in the nearby divine essence. The attack felt alive, as though it had its own will to destroy everything before it. + +Even Nero, who had remained silent and composed through countless duels, narrowed his eyes slightly. The fusion of the second level Concept of Killing Sword and the fourth level Concept of Space wasn’t something many geniuses could achieve. + +It demanded not only comprehension but also control—the ability to merge two opposite forces into a single devastating strike. + +Mike’s gaze locked on Max. His breathing slowed, his pulse steadied, and his killing intent filled the entire platform. The next moment, he moved. + +The world seemed to vanish. One instant he stood still, and the next he was in front of Max, his sword slashing downward in a single, fluid motion. The strike didn’t simply cut through the air—it cleaved through space itself. Every fragment of reality split apart under the sword’s edge, and the glow from the strike illuminated the entire crowd of geniuses like a silver sun. + +Even before the attack landed, the geniuses watching felt their hearts tighten painfully in their chests. The air grew heavy, and for a moment, it seemed as though the entire realm trembled under the sheer force of that strike. + +But Max didn’t move. + +He didn’t even blink. + +He stood there silently, his arms at his sides, watching the descending strike with calm detachment. + +The geniuses surrounding the arena could hardly believe their eyes. None of them could understand why Max wasn’t dodging or defending. + +Mike’s attack was devastating enough to erase half the battlefield if left unchecked, yet Max didn’t so much as lift a hand. He looked almost indifferent, as though the attack before him was nothing more than a light breeze brushing against his body. + +The sword came down like a flash of silver lightning. It tore through the air with a deafening hum, space itself collapsing along the sword’s edge. The pressure of the attack crushed the ground below, and the ripples of power spread far enough to make even the strongest geniuses watching step back. + +The combined force of the Killing Sword and the Concept of Space was enough to obliterate an entire region of the secret domain. + +Mike’s strike aimed straight at Max’s left shoulder, intending to slice diagonally down through his body—from shoulder to waist. For a heartbeat, it seemed certain that Max would be cut in two. + +But then something impossible happened. + +The sword stopped. + +There was no explosion, no clash, no burst of energy. It simply stopped moving the moment it came within a finger’s breadth of Max’s shoulder. + +The fierce vibration of the blade vanished, the killing intent dispersed, and the space distortions that surrounded it dissolved as though they had never existed. Mike’s entire attack—the second-level Concept of Killing Sword fused with the fourth-level Concept of Space—was undone in an instant. + +The sword that had moments ago carried the power to collapse reality now looked ordinary, its brilliance gone, its intent dead. It hung limply in the air, powerless. + +Mike’s eyes widened. Shock and disbelief filled his face as his body trembled slightly. "How... how is this possible?" he muttered under his breath. His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, but his instincts screamed danger. His heart pounded violently against his chest as a suffocating chill began to rise around him. + +He wanted to step back. He wanted to move. But before he could, Max finally lifted his head. + +"Your mastery is crude," Max said softly, his tone emotionless. "The second level of Killing Sword and the fourth level of Space. Not bad—but too shallow." + +The air around Max shimmered. A faint golden-white light flickered through his eyes as the space near him bent slightly. A surge of energy spread from his body, and the fabric of space stabilized instantly under his control. Mike’s distorted domain collapsed entirely, unable to withstand the pressure. + +Max’s mastery over the fourth-level Concept of Space—Spatial Collapse—was several realms above Mike’s. His understanding was fluid, refined, and absolute. + +But that wasn’t all. At the same time, a subtle sword intent began to gather around Max’s right hand. The Severing Sword, the fourth-level concept he had mastered in the Tomb of the Sword Saint, began to take form. + +The aura around Max wasn’t sharp or aggressive—it was clean, pure, and terrifying in its precision. It didn’t just cut matter or space; it severed intent itself. Mike’s Killing Sword concept couldn’t even exist near it. The moment his sword entered Max’s range, the Severing Sword erased all foreign concepts, leaving only silence. + +That was why Mike’s attack had failed. + +That was why his sword turned useless. + +Before Mike could comprehend what had happened, a wave of cold energy erupted from Max’s body. A white, icy aura enveloped him completely. The temperature dropped so suddenly that frost formed in the air. + +Mike barely had time to widen his eyes before his entire body froze solid. From his feet upward, ice spread rapidly, crawling over his limbs, torso, and face until he was completely encased in a block of glittering white frost. + +"You shouldn’t have challenged me," Max said quietly, stepping closer. "And you shouldn’t have sneaked attacked me." + +He raised a finger and flicked it lightly. + +The ice shattered. + +Mike’s body broke into countless crystalline fragments that sparkled for a brief moment under the light before scattering into the wind. Silence followed. The entire arena went still. Not a single genius dared to breathe too loudly. + +Where Mike once stood, only the faint shimmer of divine energy remained. A golden crown detached itself from the air and floated gently upward before settling above Max’s head beside the other two. The light of three crowns illuminated him, their glow reflecting in his calm, unreadable eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-121.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-121.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e668c65 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-121.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 121: A short training before entering the temple" +slug: "ch-121" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 121 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1413 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s eyes widened when he saw the golem turn toward him. His breathing quickened, and his hand trembled as he commanded the golem, "Come out of the tube." + +The golem moved its two legs, crossed over the edges of the tub, and arrived before him. + +"I’ve done it!" Max shouted with intense excitement. "I’ve finally done it!" + +He looked fascinated as he stared at the golem, as if it were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. + +"You are the first golem I’ve ever created, so you will be called Zero." Max said to the golem, patting it on the head. However, the golem only stared at him, like a robot. + +Max glanced at him and observed him from all angles. "Let’s see the limit of your movements and understanding." + +He asked the golem to run as fast as it could around the training chamber. At his command, the golem began to run, but it was too slow for its weight to allow fast movement, though it was doing its best. + +He then asked it to show all the skills it possessed, but the golem only stared at Max with blank eyes. + +"What? Don’t tell me you don’t have any skills?" Max asked, putting his hands on his head. Without any skills, a golem would just be dead weight. + +"But why doesn’t it possess any skills?" he wondered. All naturally made golems possessed one or two skills, but the one he created lacked skills as a whole. + +Max glanced at Zero, his expression turning serious. "I’ll have to do more research on golem skills, I guess." He muttered, understanding that a golem’s skills were what made them truly special. + +Coming closer to it, Max put his hand on the golem. "Can I store you in my private space?" he muttered while using the space to store Zero. A moment later, the golem disappeared. + +’Good,’ Max thought, taking out the pouch Ralph had given him for chaos stones. + +"I wonder how many Dragon Scales I’ll awaken after absorbing these," he muttered as he began to devour the stones one after another with his black flames. A few seconds later, he had absorbed all ten chaos stones, and a notification appeared in his vision. + +[Dragon Scales increased by +6] + +Max frowned as he saw the increment. He felt like the more chaos stones he absorbed, the lesser their effects were on the Dragon Scales on his body. + +He recalled the first runestone he had absorbed, which had given him one scale. The next five, from Lily, had given him another three, while the ten he had just absorbed gave him only six. + +’I guess it’s better than nothing,’ Max sighed as he pondered his plans for the month. + +’For Draconic Essence, I need dragon-related monsters and beasts, which I should look for once I return from the Temple of Divine,’ Max decided. ’This time, I’ll do two things: search for a way to enable Zero to use skills and merge my auras.’ + +"There’s only about 25 days left before the Temple of Divine opens. I’ll spend my time focusing on these two things." Max muttered as he left the training room and headed for the holographic computer in his room. + +Sitting at the chair, he turned on the computer, and a holographic screen popped up before him. + +"Let’s see if the guild community has any knowledge about the number of petals in respective stages of mastery in the World Destruction Flame Lotus," Max muttered as he began asking questions in the guild’s community. + +He typed his question and waited. + +A moment later, someone explained the number of petals at each stage. + +[Beginners Stage - 3 petals + +Proficiency Stage - 7 petals + +Master Stage - 15 petals + +Expert Stage - 24 petals + +Perfection Stage - 33 petals] + +Max read the message and was visibly shocked for a moment. + +’33 petals?’ He wondered how powerful the lotus would become when reaching that stage, considering how powerful the first stage, Beginners, already was. + +"If I get the time, I’ll try to reach the Proficiency Stage of 7 petals this month," Max muttered as he closed the computer and headed to his bed. + +Laying down, he slowly entered the Dimension of Time, immersing himself in relentless years of training. + +--- + +In the West Region, within the grand palace of the Royal Family, a middle-aged man with golden hair flowing down to his shoulders sat regally at the head of a roundtable. + +His attire was an elegant fusion of traditional royal robes and modern fashion, exuding both authority and refinement. His calm yet commanding demeanor filled the circular chamber, a room adorned with golden walls etched in intricate depictions of ancient wars and legendary battles. + +A holographic screen hovered before him, displaying an image of a glowing portal. His gaze lingered on it with faint intrigue before shifting to the twenty individuals seated around him. Each wore suits interwoven with traditional motifs, signifying their status within the royal hierarchy. + +"What is this?" the king asked, his voice steady but carrying an undeniable weight as his sharp eyes swept across the roundtable. + +One of the men stood, his demeanor composed. "Your Highness, we discovered this portal in the Welling District. At first, it appeared unstable, but it has been gradually stabilizing. However, it is unlike a typical dungeon portal—there have been no sightings of monsters either emerging from or gathering near it." + +The king leaned back slightly, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting," he said, pausing as his eyes flickered with contemplation. "Monitor it closely. Once it has fully stabilized, send a team to investigate. If it is not a dungeon portal, it could very well lead to an inheritance ground or a hidden realm." + +He glanced around the room, his gaze sharp and probing. "Tell me, are there any movements among the other regions? Any signs they might be preparing for a similar discovery?"𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Another individual stood, bowing slightly before responding. "Your Highness, in the East Region, the Guild Summit is about to commence. Following that, their geniuses will enter a temple designed to help them comprehend Auras and develop their skills." + +The king nodded, his golden hair catching the soft light of the chamber. "I see…" He pondered deeply for a moment before replying. "If the energy emanating from this portal aligns with the Apprentice Rank, dispatch the Crown Prince and Princess. They’ve grown complacent in their training, and this will serve as a suitable test." + +His tone shifted, carrying an edge of resolve. "If the portal’s energy is closer to the Adept Rank, send Mad Sword as well. We cannot afford to take any chances." + +The gathered officials bowed their heads in unison. "As you command, Your Highness." + +The king’s gaze lingered on the holographic screen for a moment longer before he waved his hand, signaling for the meeting to proceed. The discussion shifted to other matters, but the king’s thoughts remained on the portal—a potential opportunity, a possible threat, or both. + +--- + +In the frozen expanse of the North Region, a foreboding presence loomed over a blue portal that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. + +Standing at the forefront was a woman clad in sleek black attire, her gray-toned skin adding to her ghostly and commanding appearance. Her piercing eyes glowed faintly, carrying both seduction and menace in equal measure. + +Behind her, a cadre of warriors stood in disciplined silence, their appearances as chilling as the environment. Each was clad in armor crafted from skeletal remains, their helmets fashioned from the skulls of various beasts. Weapons made of bone and adorned with runic carvings hung at their sides, completing the macabre tableau. + +The woman, known across the Valora Continent as the Witch of the North, exuded an aura of dread that even her loyal followers dared not challenge. She was also one of the most feared figures on the Valora Continent, if not the most. + +Her voice, a haunting blend of seduction and frost, broke the tense silence. "Send spies to the other three regions," she commanded, her tone laced with both authority and danger. "I want to know what they know about these portals." + +Experience exclusive tales on freewebnovel.com + +Her words carried an unspoken threat that none dared to question. One of the warriors, a shadowy figure clad in the most intricate skull armor, bowed deeply before vanishing into the icy mist. + +The Witch of the North remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the portal before her. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1210.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1210.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27a7845 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1210.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1203: End of Mike" +slug: "ch-1210" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1210 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1192 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Another golden-crowned genius had fallen at Max’s hands. + +Everyone was silent. + +Not a single voice rose from the crowd after Mike’s body shattered into frozen dust. The wind carried the faint glitter of frost through the air, and for a long moment, that was the only thing that moved. + +Shock rippled through the gathered geniuses like a wave crashing against a cliff. Their minds struggled to process what they had just witnessed. Mike—the proud golden-crowned genius who had stood at the very top of his world—had been killed in a single strike. Not just defeated, but utterly erased, without even forcing Max to lift his hand more than once. + +They had all believed, even if secretly, that they had caught up. + +They had trained endlessly. They had broken through their limits inside the Divine Platform. They had reached the peak of the Divine Rank, something most cultivators could only dream of achieving in a lifetime. + +The Divine Platform had elevated them to a level where they thought themselves untouchable, unrivaled within their generation. + +And yet, in the face of Max, all that pride crumbled like sand. + +The geniuses from various worlds exchanged glances, their faces pale, their throats dry. Even the golden-crowned ones—those who once looked down on others with quiet arrogance—couldn’t hide the unease in their eyes. + +"He didn’t even move..." one whispered under his breath, his voice trembling. "He didn’t even move to defend himself." + +"His concepts—what level are they?" another muttered in disbelief. "The way Mike’s sword just... stopped. It wasn’t blocked. It was erased." + +Some of the weaker geniuses stepped back instinctively, as if distance alone could save them from the suffocating pressure Max emitted. They felt it even when he wasn’t trying to release his aura—an invisible dominance that came from absolute mastery. + +It wasn’t the force of Divine Rank cultivation but something far beyond it, something that couldn’t be measured by the same standard. + +The more they thought about it, the colder they felt inside. + +They had all assumed that since Max was only at the eighth level of the Mythic Rank, he might finally be within reach. That perhaps with their new Divine Rank strength, with the countless opportunities they had seized in the secret domain, they might be able to challenge him or at least stand their ground against him. + +But they were wrong. Terribly wrong. + +The way Max had killed Mike destroyed that illusion completely. The ease of it, the calm detachment in his expression, the precision of his actions—it all pointed to one horrifying truth. + +Max wasn’t simply ahead of them in cultivation or talent. He was on a completely different level altogether. + +Even the golden-crowned geniuses—those who had once considered themselves supreme among the chosen—felt their confidence waver. They couldn’t help but ask themselves a dreadful question that none of them wanted to answer. + +If Mike, who possessed both the fourth-level Concept of Space and the second-level Concept of Killing Sword, couldn’t even force Max to take him seriously... then what could? + +If not a peak Divine Rank genius, then who—or what—was capable of pushing Max to reveal his true power? + +That thought lingered in everyone’s mind like a shadow that refused to fade. And as Max stood quietly in the center of the arena, the three golden crowns above his head glowing faintly, every genius present realized the truth. + +The gap between them and Max wasn’t just strength. + +It was an entire world. + +Only the geniuses from Acaris smiled. Their expressions carried pride rather than fear. Where others saw an overwhelming force they could never hope to rival, they saw hope—their hope. Every bit of strength Max displayed only strengthened their faith in him. For them, his power wasn’t terrifying. It was reassuring. + +The stronger Max became, the higher their world’s chance of survival in the war against the Nulls and the Demons. Each person from Acaris understood what his existence meant. He wasn’t just another prodigy competing for glory. He was a shield, a weapon, and a symbol of their world’s defiance against the endless darkness waiting beyond the veil. + +Victor couldn’t hide his grin as he watched the last fragments of ice fall from the air. "That’s him," he murmured under his breath. "That’s the Max I knew. I told you all before—he’s not like the rest of us." + +Seraphina nodded slowly, her eyes gleaming with quiet admiration. She had fought alongside Max before and witnessed his terrifying growth firsthand. Even back in Acaris, he was different. + +His rate of improvement, his unshakable confidence, his ability to comprehend concepts that others spent decades chasing—it all made him stand apart from anyone she had ever known. + +The twins, Chris and Christine, who had recently completed their own inheritance in the Valley of Frozen Ash, stood among the gathered crowd and shared a knowing glance. + +"Looks like he hasn’t changed at all," Christine said softly. "He’s still pushing past every limit like it’s nothing." + +Chris chuckled faintly. "It’s hard to tell if that’s inspiring or terrifying." + +To them, this display of power didn’t come as a surprise. If anything, it felt natural—inevitable even. Max had always been like this. Back in Acaris, people had called him the strongest genius of his generation, the one whose potential surpassed every known boundary. + +He was already considered a phenomenon before stepping into the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain, and now, after everything they had witnessed, that title seemed far too small for him. + +Among the geniuses from Acaris, the debate began quietly but passionately. + +"Strongest of our time," one of them said. "There’s no one even close." + +"Not just our time," another replied firmly. "Look at him. The way he handled that battle—he’s beyond anything we’ve ever recorded. Even the ancient geniuses, even Lucien himself... could they have done that?" + +A few frowned at the mention of the name. Lucien—the legendary figure of Acaris, a man said to have defied the heavens themselves in his era. His name carried the weight of myth, the image of perfection that had lasted for centuries. To compare anyone to him was seen as sacrilege by some, but others didn’t hesitate. + +"I respect Lucien, but Max is... something else," said Victor, his tone thoughtful. "Lucien might have been a legend, but Max isn’t done yet. He’s still growing. You saw it too. He hasn’t even reached the Divine Rank, and he’s already unmatched. What happens when he does?" + +Seraphina crossed her arms and nodded. "He’s already proving it. If there’s anyone who can surpass even Lucien, it’s him. The potential he carries—it’s endless." + +The argument went on quietly among them, but deep down, they all shared the same feeling. Whether he had already surpassed Lucien or was simply on the path to doing so, Max had reached a level that defied logic and imagination. + +Even if the rest of the realms trembled before his power, the geniuses of Acaris could only look at him with pride. Because to them, he wasn’t just another name in the endless sea of prodigies. + +He was their champion—the strongest genius Acaris had ever produced, and perhaps, the strongest genius of all time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1211.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1211.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9246008 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1211.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1204: Arrival of the Seven Divine Lords" +slug: "ch-1211" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1211 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1005 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"White Lotus Ice Essence is strong enough," Max muttered quietly, his gaze lingering on the spot where Mike had been moments ago. He was testing the power of the essence within him, trying to gauge how effective it truly was. + +The results spoke for themselves. Mike hadn’t even lasted a heartbeat before he was frozen solid, his body turned into a sculpture of pure frost. That alone told Max everything he needed to know about the potential of this new power. + +He had always suspected that the White Lotus Ice Essence might be something extraordinary, but witnessing it firsthand solidified that thought. Its destructive stillness carried the same depth of dominance that his black flames did. + +The two were opposites in nature—one devouring, the other freezing—but in terms of strength, they were nearly equal. + +"It’s good that he died," Nero said with a light smile as he walked closer, the chill in the air still lingering faintly. "He got what he deserved after that sneak attack. It’s poetic, really." + +Max gave a faint shrug. There was no triumph in his expression, no satisfaction in his victory. His tone remained calm and indifferent when he replied, "That was the only outcome. Those who try to kill me don’t get second chances. They never have." + +It wasn’t arrogance; it was fact. + +Max had long stopped showing mercy to those who sought his life. In the path he walked, hesitation meant death, and he had learned that lesson early. Every person who had raised their hand against him had paid the same price—absolute annihilation. + +Mike was no exception. + +"Anyway," Nero said, glancing around as his expression turned more serious, "the seven leaders should be arriving soon. The Divine Platform has already served its purpose, and now it’s their turn to announce the results of this entire trial." + +"They’re already here," Max said, a small smile curving at the edge of his lips. His eyes flicked toward the distant horizon. + +His Three Dimensional Body allowed him to sense the slightest disturbance in energy, and he had felt their approach even before Mike’s challenge began. "They were watching from the moment he issued that challenge. They just haven’t revealed themselves until now." + +Nero raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised. + +"They’re already here?" He turned his head, scanning the surroundings, but even with his heightened perception, he couldn’t feel anything unusual. "I can’t sense a thing." + +"Of course you can’t," Max said softly. "Their power isn’t something you can perceive easily. They’ve transcended the normal limits of what we understand as strength." + +As if to confirm Max’s words, the air around them suddenly trembled. + +A deep, resonant hum spread through the sky as the world itself seemed to bend under the weight of unseen power. + +The atmosphere thickened, and several geniuses instinctively backed away, clutching at their chests as an overwhelming force pressed down on them. + +Then—without warning—seven figures appeared in midair. + +Each of them stood still, their presence alone enough to command silence from everyone below. Their forms were shrouded in divine radiance, faint but unmistakably powerful. Every breath they took seemed to affect the very flow of energy in the world. + +The geniuses stared in awe. The sheer density of the aura around the seven was suffocating. It wasn’t killing intent or hostility—it was simply the weight of existence of beings who had surpassed the boundaries of the mortal plane. Their power was too vast, too complete, for ordinary souls to withstand. + +Even Nero found himself stiffening slightly under the pressure, his brows furrowing as he exhaled sharply. "Their momentum alone... it’s like standing under a collapsing mountain," he whispered, his voice barely audible. + +Max remained silent, his expression calm as he looked at the seven figures. He had already anticipated this reaction. For the rest, the appearance of the Seven Divine Lords was overwhelming. For him, it was expected. + +One by one, the seven descended, their auras stabilizing just enough for the others to breathe again. + +The strongest geniuses of every world bowed instinctively, not out of fear but out of reverence. + +"You all did well," Old Man Second said, his voice carrying easily through the vast silence of the core region. It was neither loud nor commanding, yet every genius present heard it clearly, as if his words resonated directly within their souls. His tone was calm, patient, and proud, the kind of voice that could only belong to someone who had watched countless generations rise and fall. + +He stood at the center of the seven figures, his golden aura flowing gently like sunlight over calm water. His eyes moved across the gathered geniuses, lingering for a brief moment on Max before continuing toward the others. + +"In fact," he said with a faint smile, "this batch of geniuses has performed better than any other since the founding of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain. It has been a long time since we have witnessed such talent gathered together in one generation." + +The geniuses below couldn’t contain their excitement. Murmurs spread quietly among them, their expressions lighting up with pride. To receive praise from one of the Seven Divine Lords was no small thing. For most of them, it was a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives. + +Old Man Second nodded once more before continuing, "And as is tradition, we seven will each take disciples from among you—those who have shown excellence, comprehension, and potential worthy of being guided by the hands of the Divine." + +The air around the Seven Lords rippled faintly. Each of them turned their gaze toward the group of geniuses, and the world seemed to still under the weight of their attention. + +Old Man Sixth was the first to move. His figure shimmered faintly with an aura of crystalline frost, his very presence lowering the temperature of the entire arena. The air around him glittered with fragments of white light, resembling falling snow. + +"The twins," he said simply, his tone quiet yet filled with authority. "Chris and Christine. You will follow me." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1212.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1212.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..42bd5eb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1212.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1205: Chosen by the Seven Lords" +slug: "ch-1212" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1212 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1022 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The two siblings froze for a second, stunned by the announcement. Then realization hit them, and their eyes widened in disbelief. Of all the Seven Lords, it was the Old Sixth—known for his mastery over ice and purity—who had chosen them. The perfect balance between their Flame Spirit and Ice Spirit physiques had caught his attention. + +As they stepped forward, Old Man Sixth smiled faintly. "The unity of opposites," he said, almost to himself. "The world rarely produces such harmony. Let us see how far you can take it." + +Next, Old Man Seventh stepped forward. His aura was calm, deep, and vast, like the endless void of space itself. His eyes seemed to see through the layers of reality as he looked across the group before stopping on one person. "You," he said, pointing to Victor. + +Victor blinked in surprise before his expression turned solemn. "Me, senior?" + +Old Man Seventh nodded. "You possess the Azure Dragon God Bloodline. The dragon’s strength flows naturally toward the laws of origin, and your comprehension of elemental balance is already remarkable. You will follow me." + +Victor bowed deeply, his expression filled with gratitude and reverence. For him, this was an unimaginable honor. + +After him, Old Man Fifth took a step forward. His aura burned with a steady crimson-golden light, like the eternal fire of creation. "Three of you with golden crowns," he said, his voice low but firm, "and the young woman who carries the divine flame within her—Seraphina." + +The four stepped forward, bowing respectfully. They were chosen for their strong attunement to flame and light, both of which resonated deeply with the essence of Old Man Fifth. + +The other Lords soon followed suit. Old Man Third, whose presence shimmered like flowing lightning, selected those geniuses whose comprehension of space and storm elements had reached high levels. + +Old Man Fourth, wrapped in gentle winds, chose disciples who had displayed speed, precision, and sharpness in their comprehension of wind and sword concepts. + +Old Man Second himself chose one genius with a remarkable soul force, someone whose spiritual awareness was said to have touched the threshold of divine will. + +Each selection brought awe and envy from the rest. It was a ceremony of destiny—each genius finding a master among the most powerful beings in existence. + +But as the process continued, one name remained unspoken. + +Max. + +The crowd noticed it slowly, their excitement giving way to confusion. Whispers began to rise among the geniuses. He was the one who had shone the brightest, the one who had defeated a golden-crowned genius effortlessly, who had surpassed all expectations within the trials. Yet none of the Seven Lords had called his name. + +Even Nero frowned slightly. "Strange," he muttered under his breath. "Why hasn’t anyone chosen him?" + +Seraphina, now standing beside her new master, also looked uneasy. "It doesn’t make sense," she whispered. "He’s the strongest among us." + +Victor’s expression darkened. "Maybe none of them think they’re qualified to teach him," he said quietly. + +The air grew tense. All seven Divine Lords stood still for a few moments after their selections were complete, as if waiting for something—or someone. + +Then Old Man First, who had remained silent since his arrival, finally opened his eyes. His gaze fell directly upon Max. The faintest trace of a smile appeared on his ancient face. "Max Voidwalker," he said, his tone steady, ageless, and calm. + +The crowd instantly fell silent. Every head turned toward Max, and even the other Divine Lords watched in curiosity. + +Old Man First lifted a hand lightly. "Come with me," he said simply. + +Before anyone could react, the space around Max and the old man distorted. A gentle ripple passed through reality itself, and the two figures vanished, leaving behind nothing but a faint glimmer of light. + +The geniuses stared, unable to speak. Even the remaining Divine Lords exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and quiet understanding. + +Old Man Second chuckled softly. "So, he really took him." + +Old Man Seventh smiled faintly. "It seems the old man found the one he was waiting for." + +And just like that, the strongest genius of their generation—Max Voidwalker—was gone, whisked away by the most mysterious of the Seven Divine Lords. + +Old Man Second smiled as he looked over the gathered geniuses, his expression gentle but dignified. The faint golden light surrounding his body flickered softly, giving his presence a divine calmness. + +"Those who have been chosen by us will remain here in the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain for another year," he said in a slow, steady voice that carried across the entire arena. "The rest of you will now return to your respective worlds. The trials of the secret domain have come to an end." + +The air grew quiet for a moment as his words sank in. The tension that had filled the arena earlier was slowly replaced by calm acceptance. Then, before anyone could speak, the world around them began to shift. + +The energy in the air trembled gently, and hundreds of small golden portals started to form in front of each genius who hadn’t been chosen by the Seven Divine Lords. + +The portals hovered in front of them, glowing faintly with divine radiance. Their surfaces rippled like water, showing glimpses of faraway skies and familiar lands. For each genius, the portal led directly back to their home world. + +A few of them stared at the glowing entrances with complex emotions in their eyes—reluctance, awe, pride, and disbelief all mixed together. They had spent more than a year in this place, fighting through endless trials, facing death, and growing stronger than they had ever imagined possible. Now, it was time to leave. + +Even so, there were smiles on every face. + +They might not have been chosen by the Seven Divine Lords, but none of them felt disappointed. How could they? They had achieved what most cultivators in the mortal realms could only dream of. + +To reach the peak of the Divine Rank in less than a year was something that defied all logic. Back in their worlds, such a feat would be enough to make them legends, heroes remembered for generations. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1213.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1213.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..03aa174 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1213.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1206: End of the Secret Domain!" +slug: "ch-1213" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1213 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1280 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A young genius from the Radiant Sky World clenched his fists, smiling faintly as he looked at the golden portal before him. "I may not have been chosen," he said quietly, "but this alone is more than enough. I can face anyone in my world now." + +Another from the Shadow Abyss Realm laughed softly. "If my sect master saw me like this, he’d kneel from shock. We’re all walking miracles now." + +Several nodded in agreement. The feeling that filled the air wasn’t regret but pride. They had entered as hopefuls and emerged as peak Divine Rank beings—each one of them now a powerhouse capable of ruling their own world. + +Even Nero smiled faintly as he looked around. "Everyone came so far," he said softly. "It’s strange to think this journey’s ending already." + +Seraphina, who stood among those chosen, looked at the portals as well. Her gaze softened slightly as she watched her fellow geniuses prepare to leave. "At least they’re going back stronger than ever," she said. "That’s the true reward of this place." + +One by one, the geniuses began stepping into their portals. Some took a moment to bow respectfully toward the Seven Divine Lords before leaving, while others looked around the core region one last time, memorizing the sight of the place where they had fought, bled, and transcended. + +As each genius vanished through the portals, beams of light scattered in the air like falling stars. The scene was breathtaking—hundreds of radiant lights crossing the sky, returning to the worlds they came from. + +Old Man Second watched them go with a faint smile. "They are proud children of their worlds," he said softly. "Even without guidance from us, their names will echo in their realms for centuries to come." + +Old Man Fifth nodded in quiet agreement. "Reaching the peak of Divine Rank in such a short time is something even the heavens rarely allow. The worlds they return to will change because of them." + +Soon, only a handful of figures remained—the ones chosen by the Seven Lords, and those who were to stay behind. The golden portals shimmered a final time before fading completely, leaving behind an almost serene stillness in the core region. + +The trials of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain had ended, and though many had left, none of them departed empty-handed. + +Each had walked in as a genius. + +Each left as a legend. + +Old Man Second looked around once more, his kind eyes lingering briefly on each of the remaining geniuses. "It is time," he said softly. "Those chosen by us will now follow their masters. From this moment onward, your paths will no longer belong to the mortal world." His words were calm, yet they carried a quiet finality that made the chosen ones straighten their backs instinctively. + +The first to move was Old Man Sixth. His steps were slow and graceful, and as he walked, the temperature of the world began to drop. Frost spread gently across the ground, forming delicate patterns of white lotus flowers beneath his feet. + +Turning toward Chris and Christine, he extended his hand. "Come," he said with a faint smile. "Your journey with flame and ice begins now. The balance you carry within you will determine the limit of what you can achieve." + +Chris and Christine bowed deeply, their faces filled with gratitude and awe. They took one last look at their friends before walking toward the Old Man. A soft blue-white light enveloped them, and in the blink of an eye, all three vanished into thin air, leaving behind a faint mist of crystalline frost. + +Old Man Seventh stepped forward next. His presence carried the stillness of deep space, silent and endless. Stars seemed to glimmer faintly around him as if the cosmos itself bent to his will. He turned toward Victor, who immediately knelt with respect. + +"Victor of the Azure Dragon God Bloodline," the old man said, his tone resonant but calm. "Your blood carries the origin of balance. With time, you may learn the meaning of what lies beyond power itself. Follow me, and I will show you the path of stillness within infinity." + +Victor bowed deeply. "This disciple greets his master." + +The air shimmered around them as if reality itself was folding away. In a burst of silvery-blue light, Victor and Old Man Seventh disappeared, leaving only the faint echo of a dragon’s roar in the distance. + +Old Man Fifth was next. His aura burned brightly, warm and dignified like the eternal flame of life itself. Turning his gaze toward Seraphina and the three golden-crowned geniuses he had chosen, his voice carried a tone of firm authority. "Those who walk with flame must learn not just to burn but to illuminate. Come with me, and I will show you what it means to wield the divine fire that creates and destroys." + +Seraphina lowered her head in deep respect. "I will not fail your expectations, Lord Fifth." + +"See that you don’t," he said with a faint smile. His figure ignited with soft golden fire, spreading outward like waves of light. The four chosen geniuses stepped into the flames without hesitation, and within moments, they were gone—consumed by brilliance that left only a lingering warmth behind. + +Old Man Third raised his hand next. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the clouds with veins of pure energy. "Those who comprehend the laws of space and storm, come," he commanded. "In my realm, you will learn how to tear through reality itself." + +Two golden-crowned geniuses and Nero who had mastered spatial collapse bowed deeply before stepping into the arcs of lightning that swirled around him. In the next instant, the thunder cracked once more, and they vanished in a streak of light. + +Old Man Fourth followed, his steps light as the wind itself. A gentle breeze circled around him, filled with a faint melody of movement and grace. "Those who walk the path of wind and sword, follow me," he said. + +Three figures who had displayed exceptional agility and sharpness stepped forward and bowed. The breeze enveloped them all, and like a whisper carried by the wind, they faded away. + +Old Man Second smiled faintly and turned to the last two geniuses he had chosen. "Your path lies in the strength of your souls," he said. "In my abode, you will learn to see what others cannot and hear what lies beyond sound." His eyes softened as he raised a hand, and a gentle golden light enveloped the three of them before they vanished completely from sight. + +Soon, the vast core region of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain fell completely silent. The golden mist that had once shimmered across the sky began to fade, dissolving slowly into the calm air. + +The place that had once been filled with the voices of countless geniuses, the roar of battles, and the radiant light of divine comprehension now stood utterly empty. + +Not a single sound echoed through the space—no footsteps, no whispers, no energy surges—only the faint hum of dormant divine power that had witnessed everything. + +It was as if the secret domain itself had gone to sleep after fulfilling its purpose. + +All the geniuses were gone, taken away by their respective masters to realms beyond this one. The chosen few now walked the path of divine tutelage under the Seven Lords, while the rest had already returned to their worlds as legends in the making. + +What remained was only peace. + +The Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain had done what it was created to do. + +The trials had ended. + +The chosen had departed. + +And for the first time in more than a year, peace returned to the heart of the divine land. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1214.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1214.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3082b46 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1214.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1207: Old Man First’s Interest" +slug: "ch-1214" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1214 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1007 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The vast expanse of stars stretched endlessly across the horizon, so infinite that the concept of distance seemed to lose all meaning. Every direction Max looked, he saw nothing but a boundless ocean of light—countless stars shimmering like scattered jewels in the fabric of the cosmos. + +Some glowed faintly like distant embers, while others burned fiercely, illuminating vast stretches of space with their radiance. The scene was breathtaking and terrifying at the same time, a beauty born from infinite emptiness. + +The air—or rather, the energy—around them was silent and still, yet it carried a weight that pressed upon the soul. There was no ground beneath their feet, no wind to move, no sound to break the quiet. Only the eternal hum of existence itself echoed faintly through the void between the stars. + +"Are we in outer space?" Max asked, his eyes reflecting the celestial lights surrounding them. His voice was calm, but there was a trace of wonder hidden within it. + +"We are," Old Man First replied, his tone steady and patient. His figure stood unshaken amid the star-filled infinity, his robes flowing slightly with the faint movements of divine energy. "We are outside the secret domain, beyond the reach of any world, any realm, or any star system. This is the endless void, the space that exists between creation and nothingness. Few beings can stand here without losing themselves."𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +Max frowned slightly as he looked around again. The scenery, though majestic, felt alien. "What are we doing here?" he asked after a moment. "The void and outer space are different. In the void, there is only darkness, no light, no stars, no sense of direction. But here... I can see them clearly." + +Old Man First’s gaze shifted toward the endless horizon, his expression calm yet unreadable. "You are right," he said. "This is not the void you have seen before. The void you speak of is the emptiness between dimensions—dark, cold, and infinite. What you see here is the layer that bridges the known worlds to the unknown. It is where the energies of countless stars converge and where even gods tread carefully. This place is both life and death, creation and dissolution." + +As Old Man First spoke, his voice resonated softly through the space, blending with the faint hum that surrounded them. The stars closest to them flickered slightly, as if responding to his words. + +Max remained silent, trying to comprehend the vastness of where he stood. The thought that they were outside every known star system was overwhelming. He could feel the dense energy in the air—a power older than time itself, pulsing quietly through the stars. + +Old Man First turned to look at him. His eyes, though calm, carried unfathomable depth. "I brought you here for a reason, Max," he said slowly. "There are things that cannot be spoken of within the domain of mortals. You stand at the edge of what you call the world, but beyond this lies something far greater. Before you take your next step forward, you must understand the truth about power, balance, and the burden of existence." + +His words hung in the air like an invisible weight, and for the first time, Max sensed that what lay ahead would not be a simple lesson, but a revelation—one that could change his understanding of the universe itself. + +"Do you know what law I am well versed in?" Old Man First asked, his voice calm and composed as his gaze drifted toward the stars ahead. The faint silver glow of countless celestial bodies reflected in his eyes, making him seem like part of the cosmos itself. + +Max tilted his head slightly, trying to sense the flow of energy around the old man. He felt no trace of spatial distortion, no warping of distance or dimensional fluctuations that might indicate mastery over space. + +Yet the stillness surrounding the old man carried a strange rhythm, something that pulsed and flowed like a current that only the soul could feel. After a moment of contemplation, Max answered, "I can’t feel the concept of space from you, and since we are standing in the endless sea of stars, it must be related to time." + +A faint smile appeared on Old Man First’s face, subtle and approving. "Hmm," he said softly, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction. "You are correct. My law is indeed about time. I have long walked the river of eternity, flowing between the moments that define existence. Since the establishment of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain, countless geniuses have entered its gates, each claiming to comprehend the greatest laws of creation. But none of them ever reached the standard I sought. Not one." + +He paused, his gaze slowly turning toward Max. "Only you have managed to pique my interest so far." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of light appearing within them. His heart skipped a beat as the meaning behind those words settled in. The Law of Time—one of the two supreme forces that governed existence, standing alongside the Law of Space—was something few could even begin to comprehend. + +It was a power that shaped reality itself, capable of bending the flow of moments, halting decay, or accelerating creation. + +He had attempted to understand it many times before. Within his Dimension of Time, he had felt the boundaries of that elusive concept. He had touched fragments of what he believed to be temporal energy, glimpses of frozen stillness or rapid flow, but never the true essence. + +There was always something missing, a gap that prevented him from grasping what time truly was. + +Now, hearing the old man’s words, Max felt a surge of excitement he hadn’t experienced in a long time. To be acknowledged by someone who embodied the Law of Time itself was more than an honor—it was an opportunity beyond measure. + +"I piqued your interest..." Max murmured under his breath, almost disbelieving it himself. His gaze rose to meet the old man’s, and for the first time, a small but genuine smile appeared on his lips. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1215.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1215.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ba618aa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1215.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1208: Not the perfect candidate" +slug: "ch-1215" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1215 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1143 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Old Man First nodded, his expression unreadable but faintly pleased. "Do not misunderstand," he said, his tone quiet yet profound. "Interest does not mean approval. It means potential—the seed of something that might grow, if nurtured well enough." + +Max nodded in understanding. Yet even so, his spirit burned brighter than ever. The Law of Time was within reach, and before him stood the one being who could help him understand what he had long been chasing—the truth behind the flow of moments and the very essence of eternity itself. + +"However," Old Man First said after a long silence, his voice carrying the calm weight of ages, "even though you have piqued my interest, you are not the best candidate to comprehend the concept of time." His tone, though steady, carried a trace of melancholy, as if he regretted what he was about to say. + +Max frowned slightly, unable to understand what he meant. "What do you mean?" he asked. He could easily comprehend so many concepts to the fourth level already—space, sword, lightning, flame, ice—and each of them carried immense profundity. So what could possibly stop him from doing the same with time? To him, it was just another path to understand, another barrier to break through. "I’ve walked through concepts others call impossible. Why would time be any different?" + +Old Man First looked at him with quiet eyes, the kind that seemed to see through the illusion of the world. "Because the concept of time is unlike any other," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You misunderstand its nature. Flame, ice, lightning, sword—they are domains of existence. They define what is, and how it behaves. But time is not existence. Time is the thread that weaves existence together. It governs not what is happening but why it happens. When one tries to understand time, one steps into the river that controls the flow of causality itself." + +He took a step forward, and with that step, the stars behind him shifted as though reality bent around his presence. "The Law of Causality is not a simple law of cause and effect," he continued. "It binds every event, every decision, every possibility into a continuous chain. To comprehend time is to perceive every ripple caused by a single thought, every outcome born from a single motion. It is to see not only what is but what could have been and what should never be." + +Max’s brows furrowed. "So what you mean is... understanding time means understanding everything connected to it?" + +Old Man First nodded slowly. "Yes. And therein lies the danger. The moment you begin to comprehend the law of causality, it will reach into your body, your soul, your memories, and even the concepts you have already mastered. It will try to align them according to the laws of cause and effect. It will seek harmony, and if it cannot find it, it will attempt to create it." + +He raised his gaze toward Max, his eyes sharp and penetrating. "You, Max, are already filled with countless conflicting forces. Space bends within you. Flames devour. Ice freezes. Sword severs. Devouring essence consumes everything, while the White Lotus Ice Essence seeks stillness. These forces coexist only because your body and soul are abnormally stable. But if you touch the law of causality—if you attempt to understand time itself—it will try to reconcile all those contradictions. The result would be chaos, a chain reaction of cause and effect spiraling out of control." + +Max went silent. The thought of it made him uneasy. He had always known his power was complex, perhaps even unstable in some ways, but he had never considered that something could unravel it completely. + +Old Man First sighed softly, his gaze distant. "I have seen beings greater than gods lose themselves to causality. One misstep, one misunderstanding, and their souls were erased from every point in time. No one remembered them because, in the law of causality, they ceased to have ever existed. That is the danger of meddling with time before one’s essence is perfectly unified." + +Max clenched his fists slightly. His instincts told him to resist the warning, to keep pushing forward regardless of risk. "But I can control it," he said, his tone calm yet defiant. "My body has already adapted to the clash of flames and ice. I’ve overcome imbalance before." + +Old Man First’s expression softened, though his tone remained grave. "You may believe that, but understand this—the moment you grasp even a fragment of causality, there will be severe cause and effect. The law of causality will hit you for sure. It will test the meaning of every cause that led to your being. Your past, your future, even your present will blur together until you no longer know who you are or when you are." + +A cold stillness settled in Max’s heart as he heard those words. The Law of Time sounded magnificent, but it was a power that demanded everything from those who sought it. + +"And let’s not forget," Old Man First continued, his tone calm but layered with meaning, "you have already comprehended the concept of space to the fourth level." His gaze shifted to the endless expanse of stars stretching in every direction. "Though there is a saying that time and space are closely related, it is, in truth, a dangerous oversimplification. Those who truly walk the path of the laws know that time and space may touch, but they do not merge. They are two sides of existence that resist one another, each maintaining its own dominion." + +He raised his right hand slowly, and the space around his fingers began to ripple like water disturbed by an unseen current. In the next instant, the ripples froze completely. Everything around them—the starlight, the flicker of distant constellations, even the faint energy pulsing through the void—stopped moving. It was as if the universe had suddenly lost its heartbeat. + +"This," he said softly, "is space holding time still. When space dominates, it creates stability. It forces reality to take form and remain in that form. Space is the skeleton of existence, the framework that holds everything together. But when time interferes, it begins to bend that framework. It shifts what was once solid and fixed into something transient, something that lives only in the moment between past and future." + +He slowly lowered his hand, and movement returned. The stars twinkled once again, and the faint hum of existence resumed its rhythm. "The concept of space grants one control over distance, position, and dimension. The concept of time governs change, progression, and the unseen flow that turns possibility into reality. They appear to complement each other, but they are not harmonious. The moment one tries to hold both in perfect balance, conflict begins. One wants stillness, the other motion. One seeks permanence, the other transformation." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1216.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1216.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..98c8fd1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1216.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1209: Space-Time Contradictions" +slug: "ch-1216" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1216 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1196 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max listened quietly, his eyes fixed on the shifting starlight above them. The words resonated deeply with him. He had felt that contrast before, though never understood it fully. Whenever he used his space-based techniques, everything became absolute and unchanging. But whenever he tried to sense the flow of time, even in his Dimension of Time, it resisted that stillness. It slipped through his grasp like water between fingers, refusing to be confined. + +Old Man First turned his gaze toward him again. "Your mastery of space is exceptional," he said. "It has allowed you to stand firm even against forces that should have torn you apart. But that very mastery will hinder you if you ever attempt to grasp time. Space rejects change. It enforces boundaries. It demands stillness to exist. Yet time is the very embodiment of change. It thrives on motion, on cycles, on the endless collapse and rebirth of all things. When you already carry the mark of space within your essence, the moment you try to comprehend time, they will clash violently within you." + +He paused and then added in a solemn tone, "This is not a matter of energy or willpower, Max. It is a matter of existence itself. The moment you draw the law of time into your soul, the law of space you already possess will fight it. It will try to stop time from moving within you, while time will try to erode the very foundation of your spatial stability. If they cannot reach an equilibrium, both will destroy one another—and you with them." + +Max’s expression darkened slightly. He could imagine the chaos that would unfold within his body if such a thing were to happen. His Unholy Trinity Body might suppress conflicting elements like flame and ice, but even that physique might not be able to handle the clash of two primal laws that defined the universe itself. + +Old Man First looked upward again. "There is a reason why no being in the recorded history of the mortal realms has ever mastered both time and space to perfection," he said, his voice carrying a trace of age-old wisdom. "Many have tried. Some reached the edge of understanding, but none have succeeded. A few even erased themselves from existence in the attempt. The balance between these two forces is not meant for mortal hands. Even gods tread carefully when touching both." + +He turned back to Max and his expression softened slightly. "The truth is that time and space are not allies, nor are they true enemies. They coexist because they must. Without time, space would remain motionless, an eternal stillness without purpose. Without space, time would have no form to shape, no stage upon which to unfold. Together they define reality, yet they can never merge completely. You have already walked deep into the realm of space. If you now step into time, the two paths will collide. Your existence itself will become a battlefield." + +The silence that followed was heavy and endless. The stars shimmered faintly, and Max could feel their cold light brushing against his skin like whispers of forgotten truths. + +After a long pause, Old Man First continued, "You must understand this, Max. To wield time is not to merely move through moments or glimpse the future. It is to command the very rhythm of existence. To do that while already commanding space is to challenge the order of the universe itself. It is a path few dare to take, and fewer survive. You have great potential, perhaps greater than anyone I have seen, but potential does not make you ready." + +Max nodded slowly, his eyes distant as he absorbed the meaning behind every word. He finally understood why the old man had said he was the last person who should try to comprehend time. It wasn’t because he lacked talent—it was because his strength, his very foundation, was built upon something that resisted time itself. + +"Then what should I do?" Max asked after a moment of silence, his tone calm but laced with frustration. "I suppose you haven’t brought me here just to warn me about this, have you?" He looked at the old man expectantly, though deep down he already knew there was no simple answer. + +For the first time in a long while, Max felt helpless. He had overcome every obstacle that had stood before him through sheer strength and willpower. Yet now, he was facing something that neither strength nor determination could solve. + +The concept of time was not a physical opponent he could strike down, nor a force he could simply suppress with his Unholy Trinity Body. It was an idea, a law that governed existence itself. To understand it, he would have to go beyond everything he knew—and that path was tangled with contradictions. + +He could not deny that the Law of Causality posed a grave danger to him. If the law truly tried to "correct" everything within him, it would not stop until it reconciled every contradiction inside his soul. His flames devoured, his ice froze, his sword severed, and his space distorted. + +Each of those concepts functioned under different principles, and none of them aligned naturally. Even with the Unholy Trinity Body stabilizing them, adding the law of causality would mean inviting chaos to govern order. + +And then there was space. Max’s understanding of it was already deep—perhaps too deep. He had learned to bend it, to compress it, and even to erase it entirely with the Void Genesis Art. But that very mastery made him the worst possible candidate for time. + +He knew that now. Space represented structure, permanence, and resistance to change, while time was constant transformation. If one sought to master both, it was like trying to freeze a river while keeping it flowing at the same time. + +He exhaled slowly, his voice low. "Even if I try, it will destroy me before I reach any understanding. My body might be able to hold both fire and ice, but space and time..." He paused, shaking his head slightly. "They are something else entirely." + +Old Man First observed him quietly, his expression unreadable. Then, at last, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly into what could only be described as a knowing smile. "There is one other way," he said, his tone carrying a faint glimmer of amusement—as if the solution he was about to offer was something few could even imagine. + +Before Max could ask what he meant, Old Man First raised his hand. The stars around them began to move. Slowly at first, then faster, until the entire sky seemed to spin like an enormous wheel. The light of countless celestial bodies stretched into long trails of gold and silver, forming spirals that converged toward a single point ahead of them. + +A low hum filled the air—a vibration that didn’t come from sound but from existence itself. The space around Max rippled like the surface of a disturbed pond. He felt his footing vanish as if the very fabric of reality was being rewritten beneath him. + +"Come," Old Man First said calmly, his voice steady amidst the chaos. "Let me show you something." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1217.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1217.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73b4ee4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1217.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1210: Embryonic Form of a Planet" +slug: "ch-1217" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1217 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1221 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The old man led Max through the flowing currents of starlight until they came to a stop in a quiet pocket of space. The void here was different. It was neither empty nor still. The surrounding stars shimmered faintly, and strange waves of golden energy pulsed outward from a single point ahead of them, rippling across the void like gentle tides on an endless sea. + +Max blinked several times, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. Before him floated something small—astonishingly small considering the energy it gave off. Suspended in the midst of the endless cosmos was a bright blue seed, no larger than a fruit, and yet its glow illuminated a vast region of space. + +Around it, four golden energy rings revolved slowly, each rotating at a slightly different speed, intersecting and crossing one another in rhythmic motion. Every turn of those rings sent waves of energy through the void, bending the light of distant stars and distorting reality itself. + +The sight was beyond anything Max had ever imagined. It was beautiful in a way that defied description, both calm and terrifying at once. The air—if there could even be air in this place—vibrated with power. He could feel it against his skin, pressing lightly against his soul, reminding him of the insignificance of everything else he had seen before this moment. + +"What is this?" he murmured, his voice low, as if he feared that speaking too loudly would disturb the fragile balance of what he was seeing. + +Old Man First smiled faintly, his eyes reflecting the blue radiance. "What you are witnessing right now," he said in a tone that carried both pride and reverence, "is the birth of a planet." + +Max’s eyes widened. "Birth of a planet?" he repeated, his mind struggling to accept what his senses were telling him. "This... this small thing is a planet?" + +"Yes," Old Man First said, his gaze never leaving the glowing seed. "Not yet in form, but in essence. What you see is the embryonic state of a celestial body—the moment before existence takes shape. This seed holds within it everything that will one day become a world. Oceans, mountains, skies, and living beings—all waiting to be born once the laws that govern it fall into balance." + +Max was speechless. He had witnessed countless incredible phenomena in his life—flames that could devour space, swords that could sever the heavens, and powers that could destroy entire regions—but this was something else entirely. This was creation itself. + +"But what are we doing here?" Max asked, his tone calm but filled with curiosity as he looked at the glowing sphere before them. It resembled a star, yet it pulsed softly like a beating heart, radiating a golden light that painted the void in hues of dawn. "I understand that witnessing the creation of a planet is something extraordinary, something few in existence ever get to see, but how does this help me comprehend the concept of time?" + +Old Man First’s lips curved into a faint smile, one that carried both wisdom and a trace of amusement. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he gazed at the glowing sphere, his eyes reflecting the starlight as if peering into a thousand forgotten ages. + +When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but firm, carrying the depth of someone who had seen countless worlds rise and fall.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +"This seed," he said, "is in its embryonic state. It will take millennia—perhaps even longer—to mature and grow into a true planet. What we are witnessing here is the beginning of time itself for a world yet unborn." His gaze turned to Max, and his smile deepened slightly. "But we are not here for the spectacle." + +He lifted his hand, and with a faint motion, the space around them shimmered. Symbols older than language itself began to appear in the void—glowing golden runes that floated weightlessly in circles around the planet seed. Each rune carried a strange vibration, one that seemed to exist beyond the confines of time or meaning. + +"I discovered a technique," Old Man First said, his tone slow and deliberate, "a long time ago in one of the countless ruins scattered across the Divine Realm. It was hidden deep within a structure that even the gods themselves might have forgotten. The technique was unlike anything else I had ever encountered. Its structure was not divine nor mortal—it felt as though it came from something beyond the reach of even the heavens." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he listened, his curiosity piqued. He had seen techniques that defied reason before, but the way the old man spoke made it sound almost mythical. + +"The manuscript was written in an ancient language," Old Man First continued. "One that even the oldest races had no record of. It took me tens of thousands of years to decipher its script, and when I finally understood its meaning, I realized that it was not a technique for strength or destruction, nor was it meant to cultivate power. It was something far more profound." + +He turned to Max, his expression now solemn. "It was a technique that allowed a being to divide their existence—to create a perfect clone of themselves." + +Max’s eyes widened. "A cloning technique?" + +"Yes," Old Man First said with a nod. "But not like any you might have heard of. This technique creates a true replica—a clone that is not merely a copy of one’s appearance or a fragment of soul energy. It is a complete reflection of one’s existence, down to the smallest thread of fate. The clone would not be weaker or lesser. It would be you in every sense. Your strength, your soul, even your consciousness would be mirrored perfectly." + +The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a long moment, Max was silent. He could imagine the potential of such a technique. A perfect copy of oneself meant limitless possibilities. But as quickly as the thought crossed his mind, the old man’s tone shifted, carrying a quiet, almost sorrowful gravity. + +"However," Old Man First said, "the conditions to use this technique are impossible. The manuscript made that much very clear. It requires a being to separate their existence across two dimensions of reality while maintaining perfect synchronicity between them. In essence, one must split not only the body and soul but the flow of time and space around them." + +Max frowned slightly. "Split time and space?" + +"Yes," the old man said. "To create the clone, you must anchor one existence in the flow of time and the other in the stillness of space. One will exist in constant motion, living in the present and experiencing causality as it unfolds, while the other will remain suspended, existing beyond time’s influence but still connected to it. The two halves would share one consciousness, but they would live in entirely different states of being." + +He paused, his gaze distant as though recalling his own futile attempts. "If even the slightest imbalance occurs between the two, the result is annihilation. Both the original and the clone would collapse, erased completely from existence. Not even the fragments of one’s soul would remain. The manuscript described that as the ’Return to Zero’—a fate worse than death. No reincarnation, no trace, nothing." + +Max’s breath slowed. "So even you couldn’t use it?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1218.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1218.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acdf4fe --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1218.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1211: Splitting Flow of Time and Space" +slug: "ch-1218" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1218 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Old Man First chuckled softly, the sound filled with quiet resignation. "No. Even I, with my mastery over the laws of time, could not withstand the strain. The moment I attempted it, I felt the structure of my existence begin to unravel. I had to abandon the idea before it destroyed me. The technique is not meant for those who seek power—it is meant for those who embody perfect harmony between space and time, something that may not even be possible for beings of our reality." + +He turned his eyes back to Max, and the faint smile returned to his lips. "But you, Max... your body already holds the balance between contradictions—flame and ice, devouring and serenity, destruction and creation. You have already achieved what most would call impossible. That is why I brought you here." + +Max’s expression grew serious. He understood now why the old man had shown him the birth of a planet. Creation itself was a balance between chaos and order, between stillness and flow—the perfect harmony of space and time. + +"So," Max said slowly, "you think I could achieve what others couldn’t?" + +Old Man First nodded slightly. "Yes, you may be the first being capable of fulfilling the conditions of the technique. If you can learn to separate time and space within yourself—to let them coexist without conflict—you might one day be able to use this technique." + +His gleamed with an almost ancient light as he continued, his tone steady and patient. "But creating a clone," he said slowly, "is not as simple as splitting one’s essence and forming a reflection of oneself. It is closer to creating a new life entirely, a being with its own will and existence. And more importantly, creating a clone capable of correlating with time itself is not a task that any ordinary being could accomplish. It is something that defies the normal principles of life and creation." + +He lifted his hand toward the endless expanse ahead, where an enormous sphere of golden mist floated in the void. The light it emitted was soft, warm, and strangely tranquil, as if it pulsed in rhythm with the heartbeat of the universe. + +"Fortunately," Old Man First continued, "This technique relates to the essence of time itself. And because of that technique, we stand here before this—an embryonic form of a seed of a world. A world that has yet to be born. A world waiting for time to breathe life into it." + +Max frowned slightly as he looked at the radiant mass before him. The energy radiating from it was unlike anything he had ever felt. It wasn’t chaotic like divine essence, nor oppressive like the power of a supreme being. It was gentle yet infinite, a living stillness that seemed to exist beyond his understanding. + +"I don’t fully understand," he admitted. "How can a seed of a world help create a clone? And what does it mean to correlate it with time?" + +Old Man First smiled faintly, as though he had expected the question. "You see, Max," he said, "life cannot come from nothing. It is a truth written into the fabric of existence. Even the strongest beings of the Divine Realm—those who can destroy a thousand stars with a single strike—cannot truly create life from nothing. They can shape, they can forge, they can awaken, but they cannot create existence where none exists. Every act of creation requires something to anchor it, something that already holds the potential of life within it." + +He gestured toward the embryonic sphere again. "This is such an anchor. What you see before you is the embryonic form of a world—what would one day become a planet, complete with its own essence, its own rhythm, and its own path of evolution. It has not yet been born, which means its connection to time has not begun. It exists in a state of perfect stillness, untouched by causality. To most, it is a slumbering seed. To us, it is the foundation upon which life can be built." + +Max’s gaze deepened as he tried to understand. The sphere pulsed softly, as though it were breathing. "So this... is alive?" + +Old Man First nodded. "In its own way, yes. Not in the sense of blood and soul as we understand it, but in the sense of will. It is a form of life at its purest and most primitive level—a will of creation itself. Within it lies everything that defines existence: order, chaos, space, time, and the faint beginning of what we call spirit. It is not yet aware, but it is alive in potential." + +He paused for a moment before adding, "The technique I speak of is called Chrono Genesis. It allows one to use the embryonic essence of a world to birth a reflection of the self—one bound not by the law of causality but by the rhythm of time itself. The clone created through this method will not merely be a duplicate. It will be a being born as a part of the universe’s natural order. Its soul will resonate with the pulse of time, and because of that, causality cannot influence it. The universe does not question the flow of its own heartbeat." + +Max’s expression slowly changed as realization dawned on him. "You mean the clone... would be like the will of a planet?" + +"Exactly," Old Man First said with a faint nod. "A part of the world, a living embodiment of creation’s intent. That is what makes it perfect for comprehending time. Because causality binds everything that exists within the flow of time—but not something it is part of. The will of a world is a part of the natural order making the clone also a part of the natural order and because of this law of causality will ignore your clone as it will perceive your clone not as a part of you but as a part of the world, a part of the nature itself." + +He began to walk toward the embryonic sphere, his hands clasped behind his back, his robes swaying softly in the faint golden light. "Understand this, Max," he said as his voice echoed across the stillness of the stars. "When a clone is created using ordinary means, it carries your essence—your energy, your laws, and your flaws. That is why no one has ever succeeded in creating a clone capable of understanding the concept of time. The moment it inherits the law of causality from its origin, it becomes trapped within it. But when a clone is born through the will of a world, it inherits neutrality. It carries no karma, no cause, and no effect. It exists as the world’s own expression of being. And so, it can perceive time without being bound by it." + +Max listened intently. The explanation was beyond anything he had heard before. The thought that he could create a clone that existed outside of causality—a being that could comprehend time itself—was both astonishing and terrifying. + +"But wouldn’t such a clone still be... me?" he asked quietly. "Wouldn’t it still carry my consciousness, my will?" + +Old Man First turned to him, his expression calm. "Yes, it will be you, it will be your soul but for the law of casualty, it will perceive you as something related to the nature, a part of the growing universe." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1219.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1219.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..16246ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1219.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1212: Existing Outside of time" +slug: "ch-1219" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1219 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1356 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The old man’s voice lowered slightly, becoming almost reverent. "The universe has always hidden its truths behind impossible contradictions. Only by creating something that is both you and not you—alive yet unbound, part of time yet untouched by it—can you glimpse the essence of what time truly is." + +He stopped before the glowing sphere, placing his palm against its surface. The embryonic world pulsed softly beneath his touch, and faint waves of golden light spread outward like ripples on a tranquil sea. "This world-to-be will accept you," he said quietly. "Its will has not yet been born, and it will recognize your essence as the catalyst for its creation. Through it, your clone will take form—a being meant to comprehend time, untouched by causality." + +Max stepped closer, the golden light reflecting in his eyes. He could feel the faint vibration of the embryonic world resonating with something deep within his own existence. It was both comforting and overwhelming, like standing before the origin of life itself. + +Old Man First smiled faintly as he looked at him. "This is the path I can offer you, Max," he said. "A way to comprehend the concept of time without destroying yourself in the process." + +Max fell silent for a while, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the streams of golden energy flowing through the River of Continuum. + +The idea that he could separate the flow of time from himself sounded both fascinating and terrifying. He could feel the weight of the old man’s words from earlier still lingering in his thoughts. + +After a long pause, he finally turned toward Old Man First and asked calmly, "How hard is it to split the flow of time and essence within one’s body? And if it is possible, what does it mean for the original body?" + +His tone was serious. He wasn’t asking out of idle curiosity—he genuinely wanted to understand. If this method was the "other way" Old Man First had mentioned earlier, then he needed to know everything about it. Max had learned that half measures led only to disaster. + +Old Man First looked at him with a faint smile, his expression carrying both admiration and pity. "You catch on quickly," he said softly. "But your question is heavier than you think." + +He paused for a moment, then lifted his hand and pointed toward the golden currents flowing around them through the embryonic from of the planet. "Watch carefully. The flow of time and the essence of existence are intertwined like these two rivers. They move together, yet they never truly merge. The essence is what defines your being—your energy, your consciousness, your presence in the world. The flow of time is what carries that essence forward through every heartbeat, every breath, every moment you live." + +Max followed the old man’s hand, watching as two glowing currents twisted together in the air like strands of light. One shone with a silver hue—the essence. The other pulsed in a soft gold—the flow of time. They spiraled around each other without touching, yet they moved in perfect rhythm, as if one guided the other. + +"To split them," Old Man First continued, "means to separate the river from the current. It means to take away the force that moves your essence through existence and place it into something else—a fragment of yourself that exists outside the flow." + +He closed his hand gently, and the golden current separated from the silver one. The moment it did, the golden strand began to flicker and fade, while the silver one turned still and lifeless, like a frozen thread of light. "When you divide them, both lose balance. Time without essence cannot sustain existence, and essence without time cannot move forward. That is the danger." + +He turned his gaze back to Max, his expression now serious. "But in theory, if one could succeed—if one could truly split the flow of time from their essence and create a second self infused with that temporal current—then what remains would be extraordinary. The original body would be cut off from the passage of time entirely. It would not age, it would not decay, it would not experience the erosion of existence. It would become detached from time’s influence. You would, in every sense, become timeless." + +Old Man First’s tone deepened as he went on. "Your original self would no longer move through the river of life. You would not feel hunger, nor fatigue, nor the weight of passing years. The world around you would change, but you would remain the same—unmoved, untouched, eternal. No natural force could age or kill you, for time itself would not dare to touch you. But such detachment comes with its price." + +He looked at the golden flow fading in his hand, letting it dissolve into the air once again. "To remove time from yourself is to remove your connection to the world. You would exist beyond it. You would see life and death as nothing more than moments frozen in glass. People you love would age and vanish, while you would stand unchanged. You would watch centuries pass in the blink of an eye. That is what it means to live without time." + +Max listened silently, his brows furrowed as he tried to imagine what that state would feel like. It was beyond comprehension. The idea of being untouched by time sounded almost divine, but the thought of existing forever while everything else decayed around him was unsettling. He could sense the vastness of what the old man described—it was not merely immortality; it was isolation from the rhythm of existence itself. + +After a long silence, Max finally said, "So, if someone managed to split the flow of time from their being, their clone would carry that current of time with it. It would move, age, and live as any being would, but the original body would remain outside of all that." + +Old Man First nodded. "Exactly. The clone would exist within the laws of time, while the original would exist beyond them. But do not mistake that as balance. You would create two versions of yourself that do not belong to the same reality. The one bound to time would continue to grow, to change, to experience. The one detached from it would remain static. Should they ever meet or connect, the laws of causality would react violently, for two different flows of existence cannot coexist in harmony." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. "Then it’s dangerous." + +"More than dangerous," Old Man First replied, his voice solemn. "It is nearly impossible. To split the flow of time from your essence is an act even divine beings fear to attempt. It is like an ant dreaming of ascending to godhood. The idea itself is rebellion against the order of existence. No being can simply command time to part from its vessel, for time is not a servant—it is the foundation upon which your existence rests." + +He turned to face Max fully, his expression a mixture of sternness and quiet respect. "If you tried this now, your body would collapse under the pressure of two incompatible realities. Your essence would tear apart. Even your body could not stabilize such a fracture, for it was designed to balance elements, not the fundamental laws of existence." + +Max looked down, deep in thought. He understood the gravity of it. This was not merely a test of strength but one of comprehension beyond any mortal capacity. Yet, at the same time, something within him stirred—a quiet defiance, an unyielding drive. + +Old Man First seemed to sense it, and he smiled faintly once again. "That is why I said it is like an ant dreaming of becoming a god," he said. "Impossible, yes—but even gods were once dreamers. Whether you wish to attempt it or not depends entirely on how far you are willing to go against the laws that bind all things." + +The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Max said nothing, but his eyes gleamed faintly under the starlight. Deep inside, he already knew that one day he would try—no matter how impossible it seemed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-122.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-122.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c62f5cb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-122.md @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 122: Success on Merging Two Auras" +slug: "ch-122" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 122 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1284 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +With just a week remaining before the opening of the Temple of Divine, anticipation filled the air, yet Max remained calm and focused. He stood silently in the vast white world, his eyes closed, a sword gripped firmly in his hands. + +A vibrant red and blue glow enveloped the blade, each color representing one of his mastered auras—Flame Aura and Sword Aura. + +The two forces clashed violently, their energies surging and writhing like battling titans. Sparks of heat and sharpness filled the air, a vivid display of their inherent struggle for supremacy. + +However, one could also notice the tamed nature of these auras. They were violent yet not overwhelmingly so. It seemed as though some sort of stalemate was between them as no matter how fierce each aura became it was counter by the other. + +As the minutes passed, the chaotic interplay between the auras began to shift. The red flames no longer sought to dominate the sharp blue energy, and the piercing Sword Aura started to soften its edge. + +Slowly but surely, the two forces began to intertwine, their fierce battle giving way to an intricate dance of balance. Then suddenly, the sword pulsed, releasing a surge of deadly intent that rippled outward. This pressure carried not just power but also the promise of destruction, should balance falter. + +’I have to take it slow,’ Max thought, using the power of all 15 Draconic Essence to hold the sword tightly as he gripped it. + +The merging process was deliberate, almost agonizing in its pace, as the energies cautiously tested the boundaries of coexistence. + +Time stretched as the process continued. + +After what felt like an eternity, the red and blue glows stopped fighting altogether, blending into a harmonious dual-colored aura. The fusion radiated an unparalleled intensity, its presence alone seeming to distort the space around Max. + +Suddenly, a notification appeared before Max’s eyes. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for reaching the Fusion State of two Auras. A reward awaits after the completion of the fusion.] + +[Fusion State: 1%] + +"Yes!" Max shouted triumphantly, his eyes snapping open as he saw the notification. + +"I’ve done it!" he shouted, glancing at the sword shining with a red and blue glow. The intent emitting from the blade was far stronger than what he had previously gained by superimposing the auras. + +It was on a totally different level than before. + +"And it’s only 1% fusion state… What will happen when it reaches 100%?" Max trembled in excitement about the future of aura fusion. He was happy that practicing alone for years bore some fruit for him. + +Tapping his holowatch, he noticed the date and muttered to himself, "About a week is left. I should level up." + +He had been at level 3 of the Apprentice Rank for a while now. It was time for an upgrade. + +--- + +Max spent the last week stabilizing his fusion state and getting accustomed to it while absorbing as many cores as possible to level up. + +However, he noticed something very disturbing. Even after absorbing so many Apprentice Rank cores, he failed to level up. Stay connected with freewebnovel.com + +’It’s like my body is rejecting all these energies from the cores,’ Max thought, frowning. + +After taking some Adept Rank cores, he was finally able to level up to level 4 of the Apprentice Rank. + +’Am I feeling wrong, or is it taking way more cores now to level up?’ Max wondered silently as he opened his stats to check. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Apprentice] + +– Level: 4 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 14.4 + +– Soul: 12.2 + +– Energy: 26 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits, Dimension of Flames] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Barrage (Lvl-78), Advanced Sword Arts (Lvl-70), Phantom Dash (Lvl-78), Celestial Tempest (Lvl-40), Flame Genesis (Lvl-57), Abyssal Coating (Lvl-67), Eternal Bulwark (Lvl-45), Sky Float (Lvl-80)] + +– Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1), Flame Aura (Lvl-1)] + +—» Fusion State: [Sword + Flame] - [3%] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [15] + +—» Dragon Scales: [11] + +--- + +Max was satisfied with his mastery of skills surpassing level 50. Since he had been dedicating most of his time to the fusion of the two auras, he had somewhat neglected the training of his skills. Nevertheless, he had still managed to level up their mastery to over level 50—most of them, anyway. + +Glancing at the 3% fusion state, Max furrowed his brows. "Increasing the fusion state is very difficult." He recalled how much effort he had put into the fusion process over the last week to increase it to 3%. + +He couldn’t imagine what it would take to increase the fusion state to 100%. + +"It’s difficult, but not impossible," Max muttered, feeling the excitement of the challenge to do the impossible. + +After that, he emerged from the Dimension of Time and went to take a bath. + +Following that, he ate his meal and left his house to meet the others. + +--- + +In a large meeting hall, a red-haired lady stood at the stage with several other adults. Their expressions were solemn as they murmured to themselves. + +They were the leaders of the Phoenix Order guild and the leaders of the seven departments. + +"A change of situation for all of you who are preparing to enter the Temple of Divine this time," Aurelia said loudly, her voice reaching the ten young men and women standing before the stage. + +"This time, the Temple of Divine opened a portal to four other regions as well, including our East Region, if we ignore the direct entry into the temple that we have," Aurelia said, her voice solemn. "Therefore, there is no telling which forces you may encounter in the temple. Even among the five major guilds, you may face death situations, let alone the forces from the whole Valora Continent." + +She added, "So, it’s your choice whether or not you want to head into the temple. The guild won’t force you to do anything. Also, from our sources, each of the portals, including ours, could give access to three Adept Rank geniuses. So, if you’re not confident, then don’t go." + +Max frowned upon hearing this. Previously, only the top five guilds had access to the Temple of Divine, but now it involved the entire Valora Continent. + +Moreover, the addition of Adept Rank experts really added pressure to the others, including Max. + +’This really increases the challenge to a whole new level,’ he thought grimly, glancing at the lady beside him. + +Taking a peek at her determined look, Max sighed. ’It doesn’t look like she is willing to back down.’ + +"Why did this abnormality happen?" Anton, who stood with them, asked. + +Aurelia pondered thoughtfully before replying, "The matter isn’t clear. It had never acted this way before, so the five guilds are clueless about it. Only by entering the temple would one know the reason." + +She glanced at the ten individuals and asked, "Those who wish to enter the temple, stay. Those who don’t, can leave." She waited a minute or two after saying that, but nobody left. + +Seeing that, Aurelia smiled and waved her hands. "The temple will open in five hours. You have one hour to rest before we depart for the temple." + +With those words, she left the stage with the other leaders of the departments. + +Max glanced at Alice beside him. "You’ve already reached level 3 of the Apprentice Rank," he said, smiling. + +Alice nodded, her face a little dimmed. "Hmm, but I don’t think mother will let me enter the temple." + +Max wanted to nod in approval, but he shook his head in pity. "I guess you can’t do anything about it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1220.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1220.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..161abca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1220.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1213: Final Decision" +slug: "ch-1220" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1220 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"So, what is your decision?" Old Man First asked at last, his tone calm yet carrying a weight that pressed upon the silence of the golden realm. His gaze rested firmly on Max, studying the young man who stood before the flowing streams of time and space that surrounded them like living rivers of light. "Are you ready to walk this path that no one in the history of the Divine Realm has ever dared to walk before?" + +His words lingered in the air like echoes that refused to fade, each one striking deeper into Max’s thoughts. + +Max did not answer immediately. His expression was unreadable, his eyes reflecting the ever-shifting lights of the River of Continuum. Inside, however, his mind was far from still. He was thinking of the world he had left behind—the world that was still at war. + +Acaris. + +Images flashed in his mind: the burning skies, the cries of battle, the endless struggle against the demons and the nulls who sought to devour everything. + +He thought of the Middle Domain, the last bastion of resistance that had somehow managed to hold its ground because of the strength he had brought to it. His allies, his friends, the members of the Black Lotus Guild—they were all counting on him. + +If he died here, everything would crumble. The Middle Domain would fall, and the demons would spread across Acaris like a plague. Even the strongest defenses would eventually be torn apart. The thought of it made his heart heavy. + +He took a slow breath, feeling the faint vibration of the River around him. It was peaceful, serene even, but it demanded something from him—commitment. This was not a place where half-measures would suffice. Once he chose this path, there would be no turning back. + +Yet, even as the weight of duty pulled him one way, another thought surfaced. Mark. The enemy who stood beyond all logic, the one who had defied death, fate, and even reason itself. Every time Max thought of him, he felt a faint chill in his soul—a reminder that the world’s current balance was fragile.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +If he could comprehend the concept of time, truly grasp it, then he would gain a power beyond imagination. With the mastery of time, he could stand equal to Mark, perhaps even surpass him. + +He clenched his fists slowly. The risks were enormous, but so were the rewards. Every step he had taken in his life had been filled with risk. He had walked into countless dangers and had come out stronger each time. This would be no different, he told himself. If anything, this was the culmination of every challenge he had faced so far. + +He raised his head and looked at Old Man First. "If I walk this path," he said quietly, "there’s a chance I might die." + +The old man’s eyes softened slightly, a faint flicker of admiration in them. "You understand, then. The path of time is not walked by those who fear consequences. It is walked by those who understand that every cause must meet its effect." + +Max looked back at the flowing rivers of golden light, each current representing a moment in existence. He could feel them pulling at him gently, as if inviting him forward but warning him at the same time. + +He thought of Alice...the constant torment to meet her and be with her forever forgetting about the world, war and everything and be with her. He thought about his parents...the long lost dream to unite with his family and make his family whole again. + +Aside from becoming the strongest, these two were the only thing he cared right now. And if he died, everything would be over for him and for them too. + +The silence stretched on, broken only by the faint hum of the River. Finally, Max spoke, his voice calm but resolute. "I’ll walk this path," he said. "No matter what it takes. If this is the road that leads to power strong enough, then I’ll take it." + +Old Man First’s faint smile lingered for a moment before it faded, replaced by a look of quiet gravity. His eyes, calm yet ancient, studied Max for a long time before he spoke. "Very well," he said in a low voice. "You have chosen." + +He took a step forward, the movement smooth and almost weightless, as if even space itself made way for him. When he stopped in front of Max, the air around them seemed to bend. + +"I will be transferring something to you," Old Man First said softly, his tone solemn. "It is the technique I told you about that I found in one of the many ancient ruins in the Divine Realm." He raised his hand and placed his finger against Max’s forehead. "Its name is Chrono Genesis." + +The instant his finger made contact, Max’s world erupted. + +A surge of energy, colder and older than time itself, poured into his mind. It wasn’t just power—it was knowledge, raw and overwhelming. + +His vision blurred, and for a moment, he felt as though his soul had been thrown into a storm of memories not his own. Countless scenes flickered before him: the collapse of worlds, the birth of stars, and endless cycles of creation and destruction, all flowing in a loop without end. + +Strange symbols began to appear before his inner vision—spirals that turned into circles, circles that folded into endless lines. Each symbol shimmered with a light he had never seen before, neither gold nor silver but something beyond both, something that pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. + +It wasn’t a language meant to be read; it was a concept meant to be felt. + +At first, it made no sense. The information was too vast, too abstract. His mind struggled to grasp it. The symbols blurred together into incomprehensible streams of meaning. His consciousness trembled under the weight of it all. + +But then, gradually, he began to feel the translation—an order forming within the chaos. The voice of Old Man First echoed faintly in his mind, guiding the understanding, bringing clarity where there had only been confusion. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1221.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1221.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b342cab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1221.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1214: Chrono Genesis" +slug: "ch-1221" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1221 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As the translation took hold, the symbols started to make sense. Each one represented not a word or phrase, but a principle of existence. The first symbol showed the birth of motion—the moment time began to flow. The second revealed stillness—the end of that motion. The third symbol was the bridge between them, the cycle of return that defined all creation. + +Together, they formed the basis of Chrono Genesis. + +The deeper Max went, the more he realized the magnitude of what he was learning. Chrono Genesis wasn’t merely an art or a divine technique. It was an embodiment of the origin of time itself. + +It spoke of creation through destruction, of reversal through renewal. It was a process where one could give birth to a moment, destroy it, and then recreate it again—an endless loop of birth and return that mimicked the flow of time. + +He could see fragments of what the technique could achieve: + +Moments where time fractured like glass, only to reform perfectly. + +A single breath stretched into eternity. + +A strike frozen mid-air, suspended between two moments that no longer existed. + +An entire reality collapsing and then rewinding itself as if nothing had ever happened. + +But with every revelation came understanding of the cost. Chrono Genesis was not meant for mortals, not even for divine beings who had reached perfection in their realms. It demanded everything from its user—their strength, their essence, and even their soul. + +The more one delved into it, the more they risked losing themselves in the flow of time, trapped between past and future, unable to return to the present. + +The final symbol in his mind was different from the rest. It was a glowing spiral surrounded by darkness, constantly collapsing and expanding. The translation came slowly, each word feeling as though it was written directly onto his soul: + +"To create is to end. To end is to begin. The one who commands both shall become the still point between existence and eternity." + +As the last line echoed through his consciousness, the flood of knowledge subsided. The golden rivers of time resumed their flow, and the cold stillness that had enveloped the space around them began to fade.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Max gasped softly, his body trembling as he opened his eyes. His mind still buzzed with the remnants of the knowledge he had just received. He could still see faint lines of light etched into his vision—symbols that refused to disappear. + +Old Man First watched him carefully, his expression calm but serious. "Now you understand," he said slowly. "Chrono Genesis is not a technique one practices. It is a truth one learns to exist within. You will not control time through it. You will learn to live where time itself is born." + +Max’s lips parted slightly as he processed those words. The technique wasn’t about changing time or bending it to his will—it was about becoming part of its origin. To perform Chrono Genesis was to recreate the moment of time’s first breath, to hold in one’s hands the balance between cause and effect, creation and destruction. + +"The risk," Old Man First continued, "is as great as the power. With the help of Chrono Genesis, you have to split your flow of time from your body with a part of your soul and then use the embryonic form of the planet to create a clone suitable for you to comprehend the concept of time without causing the law of causality to affect you in anyway whatsoever." + +Max exhaled slowly. The danger was beyond measure, but so was the potential. + +"I am ready," Max said quietly, his gaze locked onto Old Man First. His voice carried neither hesitation nor bravado—it was calm, but that calmness had weight, as if it had been carved from pure resolve. "Guard me against the Wraith of the World if it comes to strike me." + +Old Man First’s brows furrowed slightly as he observed the young man before him. "You understand the risks right?" he asked after a moment, his tone steady but heavy with meaning. + +"I do," Max replied. "But this is something I have to do." + +The old man nodded once, slowly. "Very well." + +He raised his hand, and a thin ripple of light spread outward from his palm. It extended across the empty expanse, forming a shimmering barrier around the area they stood in. It wasn’t made of aura or divine essence. It was something else—something beyond material existence. + +The flow of stars around them dimmed, and even the current of the River seemed to slow, as though it feared to disturb what was about to happen. + +"Then begin," Old Man First said quietly. "I will shield you." + +Max inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. He could already feel the flow of time moving within him—the faint, invisible rhythm that connected every cell, every thought, every breath. + +Ever since Max understood the Chrono Genesis technique, he felt that he had became very close to time than anything else. It was a strange sensation. + +And yet he could feel it vividly. + +It was subtle, like a whisper under the surface of his consciousness. And yet, when he focused, he could sense its presence clearly. It was the pulse of existence itself, the flow that kept him tethered to reality. + +To separate it was an act that defied the order of the world. It wasn’t merely dangerous—it was forbidden. + +The Wraith of the World was known to awaken when the natural order was threatened. It was not a being, not truly. It was a manifestation of the world’s laws—an automatic defense that struck down any existence that dared to disturb the balance. + +To open the First Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin, had already been enough to draw its attention. Splitting the flow of time, however, was another matter entirely. + +That was the very essence of causality. + +To split time was to separate the cause from the effect, to divide the continuity of existence into something unnatural. It was to pull the thread that held the entire fabric of reality together. No mortal, no god, and no divine being had ever dared to attempt it because the Wraith would not just attack—it would erase. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1222.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1222.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f7467f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1222.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1215: Lost in Time" +slug: "ch-1222" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1222 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1164 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But Max was not like the others. He had always walked paths that were deemed impossible. His heart was steady. His will was absolute. + +The aura around him began to shift. A faint, ethereal light rose from his skin—silver and white, like the glow of countless stars collapsing and reforming. His heartbeat slowed, then steadied into a strange, rhythmic pulse that echoed in harmony with the world around him. + +Old Man First observed quietly, his expression tense. The air was beginning to twist. The temperature dropped, and the golden lights of the River of Continuum trembled as cracks of shadow began to appear in the distance. He could feel it—the faint stirring of the Wraith’s awareness.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +"Steady," Old Man First murmured softly, his fingers moving in subtle patterns. Golden sigils appeared in the air, forming rings of light that revolved around him. They were not meant to attack but to defend—to shield Max from the retribution of the world itself. + +Inside the barrier, Max’s consciousness was diving deeper. He could see the stream of time within himself—a translucent river flowing through his body, connecting every particle of his being. It shimmered faintly with silver light, perfectly balanced yet endlessly fragile. + +He reached toward it slowly with his will, not his hands. The moment his intent touched the current, pain surged through him. His body convulsed slightly, the flow resisting fiercely as though aware of what he was trying to do. It was not meant to be tampered with. + +He gritted his teeth, focusing harder. "Split," he whispered under his breath. + +The light in his body intensified. The flow of time trembled violently, fracturing into strands of light that stretched through his veins and into the air around him. The pressure was immense—it felt as though the universe itself was pushing back, trying to crush him into dust. + +Old Man First’s expression hardened. He could feel the Wraith of the World gathering. Far beyond the stars, deep in the void, something ancient and colossal stirred. The temperature dropped sharply as the space around them began to ripple. + +A colossal wave of dark energy erupted from the horizon, its shape formless but its intent clear. It was coming. The Wraith had awakened. + +"Hold on," Old Man First said in a low voice. With one motion of his hand, countless symbols burst to life around him, forming layers of golden shields that stacked themselves over Max like walls of divine light. + +The impact came a moment later—soundless yet cataclysmic. The Wraith’s power crashed against Old Man First’s barrier, shaking the entire realm. + +Even the River of Continuum roared in protest. The flow of time itself distorted, stretching and twisting in unnatural ways. The light of the stars flickered as the fabric of existence struggled to stabilize. + +Inside the golden shields, Max remained unmoving. His body trembled under the pressure, but his mind was clear. The stream of time within him was now half-split, its light flickering like a candle in the wind. + +He could feel the duality now—the past and future co-existing within him. He could see them existing in equilibrium but as he tried to separate the flow of time from his body, the time seemed to also pull himself inside it too. + +Old Man First’s voice echoed faintly through the storm. "Steady your will, Max. You are dividing the impossible. You are separating eternity itself. Do not let your mind falter, or you will lose yourself between moments." + +But he was a bit too late. Max was already lost in the flow of time. + +The world around Max disappeared, dissolved into ripples of silver light. The stars, the river, even Old Man First—all disappeared. What replaced them was an endless corridor made of moments. Countless shimmering fragments floated in the air like droplets of glass, each one containing a scene, a feeling, a memory. + +Max blinked, and before he could even grasp what was happening, his body flickered and disappeared into one of those fragments. + +The next thing he knew, he was standing in a small courtyard beneath a night sky. The air was warm. He could hear laughter, faint and familiar. He turned, and his breath caught. + +There—his mother, smiling as she called out to him. His big sister Freya was training in the garden, her laughter echoing through the still night. The younger version of himself ran across the yard, his face bright with innocence. It was a life that once was—a moment he had long buried beneath duty, pain, and endless battles. + +He took a hesitant step forward. "Mother..." he whispered. + +But when he reached for her, his hand passed through the image like mist. The scene shimmered, then scattered into light. + +Another memory replaced it. + +Now he stood in the ruins of the city where the demons first invaded. The air was thick with ash, and he saw himself standing amidst the chaos, eyes cold and heart hardened. The world was falling apart, and yet he fought—alone, relentless, unyielding. + +Then another vision pulled him in. + +He saw the day he awakened his class, the day that started everything for him. And then he saw the betrayal, the faces of those who doubted him, the moments of victory and of isolation. + +Each one came in flashes, swirling faster and faster until the line between memory and reality vanished entirely. + +He could hear the voices of his past blending together. + +Accusations. + +Praises. + +Laughter. + +Cries. + +And through it all—silence. His own silence. The silence of a man who had forgotten what it meant to feel. + +Max clenched his fists. "No... This isn’t real." + +The corridor of memories trembled as if responding to his will, but before he could break free, the current shifted again. This time it wasn’t the past that pulled him—it was the future. + +The world darkened, and a different scene emerged. + +He saw a battlefield that stretched beyond sight. Mountains were crumbling, oceans evaporating into mist, and the skies were split by lightning and flame. In the middle of it stood himself—older, colder, a shadow wrapped in divine light and black fire. His eyes were like twin abysses, and every movement carried the weight of destruction. + +All around him lay the corpses of gods and devils alike. Even the stars seemed to fall silent in his presence. + +Then, beside him, he saw another figure—a woman. Her face was familiar, though blurred by light. She was crying, reaching out to him, but the future version of Max did not move. His gaze was empty. His aura devoured everything. + +"What... is this?" Max whispered, his heart tightening. + +The older version turned suddenly, as if hearing him. Their eyes met, and for a heartbeat, Max felt his chest tighten with unbearable pressure. The older version’s lips parted, and a voice that carried through every moment of existence spoke: + +"Protect them...." + +The words echoed, rippling through the corridor. The light of the memories began to shatter, one after another, until the world broke into pieces. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1223.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1223.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..07d80c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1223.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1216: A Future with no peace" +slug: "ch-1223" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1223 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1257 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s mind spun wildly. Past and future collapsed together, merging into a blur of sensations. He was everywhere—at his birth, at his battles, at his death. He was both the child in the courtyard and the conqueror of worlds. He saw himself die a thousand times and be reborn a thousand more. + +He could feel himself slipping. His sense of self was breaking apart, dissolving into the endless current. The flow of time was no longer around him—it was inside him, through him, tearing at every thread of his being. + +And then out of nowhere, Max found himself standing in front of a ruined battlefield. + +The ground was cracked and scorched, rivers of lava snaking between mountains of ash. The skies were torn open by lightning and fire, and the faint remnants of stars rained down like dying embers. The air was thick with the smell of iron and smoke. + +Everywhere he looked, there was only death. + +Bodies—human, demon, beast, and god alike—littered the land, their essence long burned away. The oceans had turned black, the winds howled like mourning spirits, and the sun hung in the sky like a bleeding wound. + +At the center of it all stood a figure. + +Max froze. + +It was him. + +He recognized the silhouette instantly—the stance, the energy, the aura of overwhelming power. But the man standing there was not the Max he knew. His hair flowed like black flame, his body emanated an aura that devoured everything around it, and his eyes—his eyes were voids. + +In those eyes, there was no mercy, no remorse, no warmth. Only a calm, unending hunger. + +This version of him stood upon a mountain of corpses. Each breath he took scattered ashes into the air. In his hand was a blade forged of pure darkness, and with every swing of that blade, entire regions vanished. Space shattered. Time fractured. + +Even gods kneeled before him. + +Max’s heart pounded. "No..." he whispered. "This can’t be..." + +The world around that future version of himself was collapsing. The heavens screamed as if rejecting his existence. The stars dimmed as though consumed by the same darkness that flowed from his aura. + +And then, that future version of him turned. Slowly. Deliberately. + +Their gazes met. + +For the first time, Max felt fear—not of death, but of himself. + +The future Max’s lips curved into a faint smile, one that carried no emotion, no joy, no sadness—only inevitability. His voice reached across time, cold and resonant. + +"Do you see it now?" it said. "This is what remains at the end of your path." + +Max took a step back, but the vision followed him. + +"Peace?" the voice continued. "There is none. There is no peace in this world. There is only chaos, death and suffering that awaits you." + +"No," Max said firmly, his hands trembling. "That’s not me." + +The scene changed and he saw Alice. No, he saw her die. He saw Lenavira. He saw her death too. The same went for his parents, his sister and many other faces he couldn’t recognize dying one by one like a never ending nightmare. + +The scene blurred. He saw flashes of more futures—wars upon wars, corpses piled high, worlds burned to cinders. He saw gods fleeing, dimensions collapsing, and realms stripped of life. He saw his name whispered in terror across time. + +He searched desperately for another possibility, a different path—something brighter. But there was none. Every future he saw ended the same way. The chaos never ceased. The slaughter never ended. + +There was no peace. + +No home. + +No light. + +Only endless death. + +The corridor of futures shattered into fragments, collapsing into an ocean of black and silver light. Max’s body was pulled through the fragments, each one cutting into his soul like shards of ice. He tried to resist, but the stream of time was merciless. + +He was drowning in his own destiny. + +"No!" he shouted, his voice lost in the chaos. "That’s not the future I want!" + +But the flow of time did not care. It dragged him deeper into the storm. + +"Enough," a distant voice said. It was faint, almost drowned by the roar of the collapsing timelines. "Max... come back." + +Old Man First. + +But Max couldn’t answer. His soul was scattered through every era that had ever existed. His heart beat in the past, his breath in the future, his consciousness in a thousand fractured nows. + +He screamed—not in pain, but in desperation. + +"I am Max... I am... I am..." + +The memories screamed with him. The battlefield, the courtyard, the abyss—all of them blurred into one. And then, in the midst of the chaos, a single spark of clarity ignited. + +A golden light burst from his chest—the glow of his First Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin. Its pulse spread through the fractures, stabilizing the collapsing current. + +And then the Three Dimensional Body along with Unholy Trinity Body and Yin-Yang Body also glowed in order. It caused the chaos to slow down. The overlapping timelines began to fall back into place. + +Bit by bit, his past faded into stillness. His future retreated into distance. And his present—the now—came back into focus. + +When Max finally opened his eyes again, he was back in the starry void. His body trembled, sweat dripping down his face. + +Old Man First stood before him, his expression heavy. "You almost lost yourself kid," he said quietly. + +Max didn’t reply. He was deep in thought. "I was in my past, present and my future everywhere all at once... Tell me something. The scenes I saw of future, are those true?" He asked. + +The old man’s face became solemn. "They are true and yet at the same time not. They are true because you have seen it and not true because it hasn’t happened yet meaning your future isn’t fixed and could still be changed. What you saw was just a variation of future and you should know for a future there are endless possibilities." + +Max looked down at his trembling hands. "But so what? I didn’t find peace. My future self is even more broken than me. There is no peace in him or in the future. I only saw death and slaughter everywhere. Is this the future I am fighting for?" + +"Max, this is not true!" Old Man First shouted. "What you saw was just a possible future out of many. And what’s more whenever someone glimpse of a future, the future will show them the worst case scenario. I have experience this myself. When you play with time, time plays with you too." + +He added solemnly. "Don’t think too much about it. Now that you have seen the future, you are already changing it by talking about it to me." + +Max took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He was at the very last step from separating the flow of time from his body. He couldn’t falter here otherwise death would be the least of his concerns here. + +Taking another deep breath, Max clenched his fists, his aura flaring once again. His Three Dimensional Body began to shine faintly, its layered dimensional nature stabilizing his being. Slowly, painfully, the flow of time began to separate completely from his physical form. + +A brilliant silver light burst from his body, illuminating the starry void. The flow detached from him like a second self, a translucent current of energy that pulsed softly beside him, moving in perfect harmony with his heartbeat. + +This silver light was the flow of time within his body along with a part of his soul. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1224.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1224.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ab5709 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1224.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1217: Creating the Clone" +slug: "ch-1224" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1224 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1023 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Wraith’s power struck again, but this time it did not reach him. Old Man First’s expression was firm, his aura unwavering. His hands weaved through the air, redirecting the storm of destruction away from Max. "It is done," he murmured as the Wraith’s presence began to fade into the distance, its fury finally dissipating. + +Max opened his eyes slowly. The space around him was calm once more, and his body glowed faintly with the light of two distinct flows—his own essence and the separated current of time that now coexisted beside him. + +He had done it. + +Old Man First exhaled softly and looked at him with quiet pride. "You have achieved what none before you ever could," he said. "You have divided your existence between now and forever. From this moment on, you are no longer bound by a single flow of time." + +"There is still the last step," Max said quietly. His voice carried a weight that neither fear nor excitement could define. "To create the clone." + +The first stage of the Chrono Genesis technique—separating the flow of time from his body—had been completed, though not without nearly breaking his existence. What came next was something even more delicate. He had to take that separated stream of time, now carrying a fragment of his own soul, and merge it with the embryonic form of a planet drifting before him in the void. + +According to the ancient method, that union would give rise to another version of himself. It would not be a mere copy or illusion but a true extension of his being—a second self born from the intersection of time, soul, and planetary essence. + +Old Man First stood behind him in the silence of the starry expanse. His expression was unreadable, but his aura remained steady, ready to intervene if the wraith of the world appeared again. "Do it," he said calmly. "You have already set time in motion. Now let it give birth to another you." + +Max nodded slowly. His thoughts were still haunted by the visions he had witnessed in the flow of time—the endless death, the ruins of creation, the version of himself that devoured everything. But he refused to let those memories cloud his focus. He drew in a long breath and exhaled softly, emptying his mind until only stillness remained. + +Then he turned toward the embryonic planet. + +It floated like a colossal sphere of translucent crystal, its surface glowing faintly with the light of creation. Streams of molten silver and liquid gold flowed through it like veins, forming a network of primordial energy. The hum that radiated from it was not sound but life itself—young, raw, unrefined. + +Max extended his hand. The separated current of time—the one he had drawn from his body earlier—flowed beside him, shimmering like a ribbon of silver mist. Within that mist flickered a faint golden spark: the fragment of his soul.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +He guided the current forward with both will and essence. + +The stream drifted toward the planet’s surface. For a moment, the two energies—the divine embryonic matter and the current of time—seemed to repel each other, swirling in opposition. But the resistance was brief. The planet recognized the time-flow as something ancient, something that existed even before it itself was conceived. The resistance melted away. + +The mist sank into the planet’s surface like light dissolving into water. A deep resonance echoed through the starry void, a sound that seemed to vibrate through Max’s bones. The embryonic planet pulsed once, and a brilliant light erupted from within. + +Instantly, Max felt the connection—thin, faint, but unmistakable. The thread between his soul and the forming being tugged sharply, almost pulling his consciousness along with it. He gritted his teeth, steadying his will, and began to weave the second phase of Chrono Genesis. + +The technique’s pattern unfolded in his mind. He could see every detail of it now—the flow of symbols, the rotation of energy, the harmonizing rhythm of soul and matter. He followed the sequence carefully, shaping the time-flow as it merged with the embryonic core. + +Inside the planet, the fusion began to take form. + +The silver currents of time intertwined with the golden rivers of planetary essence. They twisted, merged, and solidified into something entirely new. The embryonic shell quivered as cracks of radiant light spread across its surface, releasing bursts of creation energy into the void. + +Old Man First watched silently, his expression faintly intrigued. "Good," he murmured under his breath. "He’s adapting to it faster than I expected." + +Max’s heartbeat synced with the pulsing light of the planet. He could feel his soul splitting more distinctly now. Half remained within him—stable, centered, whole. The other half flowed into the embryonic world, taking root deep within its forming core. + +It was like watching himself be born again through another existence. + +He could feel emotions, sensations, and consciousness beginning to sprout from the fragment of soul that he had sent inside. It was faint at first—like an echo—but with each passing moment it grew clearer. The embryonic planet began to change shape. The molten light swirling through it condensed into a humanoid outline, glowing faintly within the crystal sphere. + +The figure was transparent at first, made entirely of pure time and light, but it was alive. + +Chrono Genesis was working. + +"Steady now," Old Man First said, his tone controlled yet warning. "If you rush the connection, you’ll collapse both vessels. Let the new form stabilize on its own." + +Max nodded, though sweat was already rolling down his forehead. The pressure inside his consciousness was immense. He was maintaining two existences at once—his own and the forming one within the planet. If the balance faltered even slightly, both could be destroyed. + +He slowed his breathing, guiding the energy with utmost care. The current of time inside the planet pulsed rhythmically, gradually finding equilibrium. The new vessel’s body solidified further, its outline becoming clearer—human in shape, yet divine in essence. + +Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the light around the planet dimmed. The resonance faded into silence and a human body emerged from it. + +The connection between Max and the new being stabilized. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1225.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1225.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e436f84 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1225.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1218: A Shared Consciousness between two bodies" +slug: "ch-1225" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1225 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max could feel it now—a second heartbeat, a second stream of consciousness overlapping his own. The clone was not independent but it was alive, its existence bound to the embryonic planet and to him through the current of time. + +It stood before Max, a clothing formed purely of mana wrapped around his body. + +Max lowered his hand slowly, his body trembling from exhaustion. He turned to Old Man First and said softly, "It’s done. The connection is complete." + +The old man’s eyes glimmered faintly. "You have just done what no one before you has dared to attempt," he said. "You have given life to a fragment of yourself through the flow of time." + +Max exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as silence enveloped the vast sea of stars around him. A strange wave passed through his mind, spreading slowly, deliberately, until it reached the farthest corners of his consciousness. + +At first, he thought it was a remnant of exhaustion, a side effect of the immense spiritual strain he had endured while forming the clone. But soon, the sensation grew stronger. His perception blurred, and for a moment, it felt as though his sense of self was being stretched into two different directions. + +Then, a new sight unfolded before him. + +Though his eyes remained closed, he could see—clearly and vividly—his own body sitting cross-legged in the starry void. He could see the faint, radiant aura surrounding him, the flow of his energy circulating calmly through his meridians. Yet what startled him most was that he was not seeing this through his original eyes, not through his Three Dimensional Body. He was watching from somewhere else. + +From within the clone. + +’This...’ he thought, his breath catching for a moment. ’This is the clone’s perspective?’ + +But it didn’t feel foreign. It didn’t feel like another being moving under his command. It felt natural, as if that body had always belonged to him. + +He shifted his focus slightly, and suddenly, he was back in his original form. He could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, the faint strain in his muscles, the soft hum of energy circulating through his body. His eyes were still closed, but the awareness of both forms overlapped perfectly. He was both here and there—both in his body and inside the clone. + +It was an impossible feeling. + +He tried focusing entirely on one form, but even then, the sensations of the other did not fade. The two perspectives coexisted seamlessly, layered upon one another. + +When he moved his hand in his original body, he could feel the echo of that motion through the hand of his clone. When his clone shifted within the planet’s essence, his main body felt the tremor as if it were happening in his own veins. + +’It’s like an extension of my arm,’ Max thought slowly. The realization deepened as he experimented with the connection, switching perspectives between the two forms over and over. ’No... it’s not even that. It’s more than that. It’s as if that clone is not separate from me at all, but a part of me.’ + +He understood now. The clone didn’t possess an independent consciousness. It wasn’t a second being or another mind—just another vessel. His consciousness flowed freely between both bodies, shared completely without division or restriction. The connection was so perfect that it almost felt unnatural, as if he had two hearts beating in unison, two worlds existing under the same soul. + +A small smile formed on his lips as he grasped the nature of Chrono Genesis more clearly. The technique had not simply created a double. It had expanded him. + +His existence had grown beyond the limit of a single vessel. His consciousness was now vast enough to encompass two realities at once—the physical form in the starry void and the temporal form within the clone. + +He could sense his thoughts flowing through both bodies simultaneously, like a river splitting into two streams yet sharing the same source. There was no confusion, no interference. Every action taken by one was instantly known to the other. + +Max focused on the body within the planet once again. He willed the clone to move, and it obeyed effortlessly. The sensation was surreal, like controlling his own body from outside of himself. + +Every vibration of energy, every ripple of creation essence inside the clone was something he could perceive clearly, as if his awareness had merged completely with that of the clone. + +At the same time, his original body remained perfectly aware, perfectly conscious. + +’This is not a clone,’ Max realized. ’This is another me.’ + +The thought filled him with both awe. The depth of his connection with the clone was far greater than he had anticipated. There was no boundary, no delay, no barrier separating one from the other. His soul existed in two forms simultaneously, defying the natural laws that governed life and spirit. + +He could feel the stability of both vessels syncing, resonating like two hearts beating under the same rhythm. One drew upon the flow of time, while the other anchored itself in the present. Together, they formed a single entity stretched across two realities. + +Max opened his eyes slowly, returning his full awareness to his original body. He could still feel it—like a limb that would never again be severed from him. + +"This... is what it means to exist in two bodies," he whispered, his voice steady yet filled with quiet wonder. + +Old Man First observed him from nearby, eyes half closed. "You have done it," the old man said softly. "Your consciousness is now divided yet united, flowing between two vessels like water between two lakes connected by the same river. Few could have endured it. Fewer still could have stabilized it." + +Max nodded slowly. He still felt the echo of both bodies within him—the hum of the starry void in one, and the pulse of a forming world in the other. It was an overwhelming sensation, but one that filled him with an unshakable calm.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Looking at the old man, he saw that he had two perspectives of him. One from his original body and one from his clone. And the interesting part was that these two perspectives didn’t conflict with each other and instead it all appeared too natural to him. + +The realization settled firmly in his mind. He was no longer confined to a single form. He now existed as two beings bound by one soul. That meant even if his original body was one day end up dead or killed he wouldn’t exactly die. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1226.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1226.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5463217 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1226.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1219: Crownbearers" +slug: "ch-1226" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1226 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You have done it." Old Man First’s voice carried both pride and disbelief as he studied the sight before him. + +"Remarkable," he continued, nodding slowly. "Now that the clone has merged with the flow of time, it can safely comprehend the concept of time without being affected by the law of causality. But listen carefully, Max. This comes with a strict condition." + +He turned his gaze to Max, his expression growing solemn. "You must never allow this clone to touch any other concept. Not even the faintest trace of one. The moment you do, the law of causality will strike it without mercy. It will tear apart the balance you have created, and the backlash could destroy both you and the clone entirely. Keep this in mind at all times." + +Max nodded without hesitation. "Understood." + +The connection between his bodies was still strange but wondrous. Through the clone’s senses, he could feel the rhythm of time itself—slow, vast, and endless, yet flowing through him like a current. His awareness stretched far beyond the boundaries of the physical world. The clone’s perception was sharper, calmer, and infinitely more attuned to the pulse of time. + +He closed his eyes briefly, allowing the feeling to sink in. The energy that surrounded his clone resonated perfectly with the temporal laws scattered across the universe. He could feel it—the affinity was immense, far greater than he had anticipated. + +’I can sense it so clearly,’ Max thought quietly to himself. ’This body... it was born from the flow of time itself. My affinity for the concept of time has already reached the same level as my affinity for space.’𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +He opened his eyes again, his voice calm and certain. "I am going to start comprehending the concept of time here," he said to Old Man First. "Since the clone was created by merging with the flow of time, it should be much easier for me to grasp the first level concept quickly." + +Old Man First smiled faintly and gave a single approving nod. "Good. Follow that instinct. The sooner you establish the first connection with the flow of time, the more stable your Chrono Genesis will become." + +Hearing that, Max directed his consciousness toward the clone. The figure that was his second self slowly floated down, settling cross-legged upon a faintly glowing surface made of crystallized temporal energy. His aura began to calm, and the chaotic fluctuations around the newly-formed body gradually faded into a steady rhythm. + +Through their shared link, Max could feel his clone’s focus sharpening. The presence of time itself seemed to answer, responding faintly like an ancient river acknowledging its offspring. + +But as Max watched through the eyes of both bodies, a sudden thought crossed his mind—an idea that made him pause. His clone was still connected to him. That meant he could control where it was, where it trained, and even where it existed. + +He raised his right hand slightly, gathering a small amount of spatial energy around his palm. A subtle ripple passed through the void, distorting the very fabric of space for a brief moment. + +Old Man First, sensing the fluctuation, turned toward him. + +Before the old man could speak, Max’s clone—who was sitting in stillness vanished without a sound. + +The rippling space stilled. The faint light of the planet dimmed. The clone was gone. + +Old Man First frowned slightly, his brows lifting in curiosity. "Where did you take it?" he asked. There was neither anger nor alarm in his tone, only genuine interest. + +Max lowered his hand and turned his gaze toward the vast expanse of stars surrounding them. "The most suitable place," he replied calmly. He put away his clone in the Dimension of Time. Probably the most suitable place for the clone to comprehend the concept of time. + +Old Man First raised his brows slightly, clearly intrigued by Max’s words, but he chose not to pry further. His calm gaze lingered on Max for a few seconds before he finally spoke. "When are you planning to ascend to the Divine Realm?" + +Max thought for a moment before answering. "About that..." He paused, his tone steady but serious. "There are still some very important matters I must deal with in my world before I ascend. Once I settle those, I’ll head to the Divine Realm as soon as possible." + +Old Man First nodded, showing no sign of disapproval. He understood that Max was not someone who could be bound by anyone’s expectations. "Very well," he said slowly. "Take your time. The path of ascension is not something that should be rushed, and besides, I know I cannot force someone like you. Your fate has already diverged far beyond the ordinary. Even the Divine Realm may not yet be ready for your arrival." + +Max smiled faintly but did not reply. He understood that the old man’s words were not empty praise but an acknowledgment of his unusual destiny. + +After a brief silence, Max’s expression turned serious. His gaze fixed on Old Man First. "There’s something I wanted to ask you," he said solemnly. + +Old Man First tilted his head slightly. "What is it?" + +Max hesitated for a second, then asked, "How do you kill an immortal?" + +The old man’s brows furrowed immediately. "Kill an immortal?" he repeated, his tone carrying both surprise and curiosity. "What kind of immortal are we talking about? And more importantly, how would such a being even appear in a mortal world like yours?" + +Max didn’t hesitate. He began explaining everything in detail—Mark’s existence, the corruption of his essence, the dark energy that sustained him beyond death, and the way he seemed to exist outside the natural laws that governed life and soul. + +Throughout the explanation, Old Man First listened in silence. His face remained composed, but his eyes reflected a growing sense of gravity. By the time Max finished, the old man’s expression had turned solemn. + +"I see. So, you are talking about the crownbearer of your world." Old Man First nodded calmly. "Though it’s sad to hear that your crownbearer has gone evil." + +"Crownbearer?" Max tilted his head slightly, his voice calm but curious. "What is that supposed to mean?" + +Old Man First clasped his hands behind his back and turned toward the star-strewn void. His tone was serene but carried an unmistakable depth that seemed to echo across the endless expanse. + +"You must understand something, Max," he began slowly. "Your mortal realm—the world you call home—is only a single speck within an incomprehensibly vast universe. Compared to the great expanse beyond, your world is no more than a grain of dust floating in the ocean of stars. And within this ocean exist countless beings far beyond mortal comprehension. Some of them possess power so immense that with a mere thought, they could reduce your entire planet to rubble." + +He looked back at Max, his expression steady. "To protect these small and fragile mortal worlds, the universe gave birth to crowns—artifacts of pure creation energy, formed from the balance of existence itself. Each crown represents the will of a mortal world. When the time comes, that crown chooses a bearer, someone worthy enough to uphold the balance and protect their world from the cosmic threats beyond the stars. The one who wears the crown gains unimaginable strength—power that rivals gods, the ability to reshape reality, and immortality that transcends even death. These beings are called Crownbearers." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1227.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1227.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57d62f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1227.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1220: How to kill a Crownbearer?" +slug: "ch-1227" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1227 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1280 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The old man’s eyes glimmered faintly as he spoke, reflecting the light of the distant constellations. + +"Crownbearers are extremely rare, even among the countless worlds scattered across the heavens. Each world has only one, chosen directly by its will. Their existence is meant to ensure stability, to maintain the flow of life, and to act as guardians against destruction from outside the mortal sphere. However," he continued, his voice dropping slightly, "there is one rule that binds every crownbearer. They are forbidden to interfere with the affairs of mortals using their divine powers. The crown does not belong to them—it belongs to the world itself. They are merely its vessel." + +He turned his gaze fully back to Max, his expression now tinged with quiet regret. "The one from your world—the being you called Mark—has clearly gone rogue. That is not only rare, it is nearly impossible. The crown’s selection process is absolute. For one to turn against the balance it represents... it means something profoundly wrong has occurred. Hardly any crownbearer turns evil." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. His thoughts raced as he processed the old man’s words. He finally understood why Lucien once called Mark a god—because he was one. A true god in the mortal sense, carrying the authority of the world itself. But if what Old Man First said was true, then Mark’s corruption went against the very foundation of existence. + +"What did you mean," Max asked carefully, "when you said that hardly any crownbearer turns evil?" + +Old Man First nodded, as if he had expected that question. His tone remained calm, but his eyes reflected an ancient weariness, the kind of heaviness that comes from witnessing countless eras pass. "It is because the crown does not choose arbitrarily," he explained. "The crown is not an object—it is a living embodiment of the world’s will. It seeks out a soul that mirrors the essence of balance, a being who carries within them both compassion and restraint, strength and humility. The process of selection is beyond any mortal understanding. Only those whose hearts are pure and a soul full of compassion are enough to withstand the weight of divine authority are ever chosen." + +He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting back to the shimmering stars. "Once chosen, the crownbearer becomes something greater than a ruler or protector. They become an extension of the world’s consciousness itself. They are meant to be incorruptible—immune to greed, hatred, or fear. The crown enforces this purity by fusing its will with that of the bearer. That is why it is so rare for a crownbearer to fall into evil. The very crown that grants them godhood also safeguards them from corruption." + +Max listened intently, every word sinking deep into his mind. "But if that’s the case," he said slowly, "then how did Mark fall? How did he become what he is now?" + +Old Man First sighed softly, the sound almost blending into the stillness of space. "That, Max, is the troubling part," he said. "If your crownbearer has turned corrupt, then the fault does not lie solely within him. It means something—or someone—tampered with the balance of your world. It could be that an external force corrupted the crown’s connection, or that the crown itself was forced into resonance with a darkness beyond mortal comprehension. Either way, such a thing can only occur when a higher power interferes." + +He turned his head slightly, his voice carrying a trace of sorrow. "When that happens, the harmony between the world and its protector is shattered. The divine energy that once sustained the crownbearer begins to twist. What was once creation becomes destruction. The immortal no longer serves the world’s will—they devour it. That is what has likely become of your Mark. He is no longer a protector, but a corrupted vessel of power feeding upon his own world’s essence." + +Max stared at Old Man First, his mouth open but no sound coming out. He had never imagined that Mark, the man who seemed to be the very embodiment of evil, had once been pure of heart and soul until something had happened to a crown. The idea that a single object could turn a once-honest being into a monster lodged in his mind like a shard of ice. + +"How do I kill him?" Max asked at last, the words forced out of him with effort. "Only after killing him and stabilizing the situation in my home world can I ascend to the Divine Realm." + +Old Man First did not answer immediately. He folded his hands and let the question hang in the air for a moment as if testing the weight of it. + +"Did the crownbearer have his crown atop his head?" he asked simply. + +Max frowned as the memory sifted through his mind. He realized with a sudden, cold clarity that in all his encounters with Mark he had never seen a crown perched on the man’s head. "No," he replied. "He did not have a crown atop his head." + +Old Man First smiled then, and the smile brought no comfort. "That explains much," he said. "The crown is not merely a symbol or an ornament, it is the living embodiment of a world’s will, and when it rests upon a bearer it does two things at once: it grants absolute authority and immortality by anchoring that bearer to the world’s essence, and it binds that bearer to the laws and necessities of the world itself giving him power and authority of a god. But at the same time because it ties the crownbearer so closely to the world, when the crown is worn the bearer becomes vulnerable in an unexpected way. The crown creates an anchor point, a locus of metaphysical law where the world’s own rules can touch and judge the bearer, and it is through that anchor point that a true death can be enacted." + +He paused and let the meaning settle. "But there is another rule that binds them. Only a being who belongs to the crown’s origin world can sever that tie with a killing blow while the crown is worn. The crown and the world it came from are like two halves of a blade. A stranger’s strike will glance off the metal, no matter how mighty he is. That is why crownbearers can seem invincible to outsiders." + +Max felt his hope shrink. The words landed harder than any blow. If only a native of the crown’s world could kill Mark when the crown was atop him, then Max’s chances were slim because his blood and fate belonged to the Divine Realm, not to Acaris. + +He turned the possibilities over in his mind. He was not a man to yield to fate, but the old man’s rule was absolute enough to slow his blood. ’That means I cannot kill him myself,’ he thought, the truth tasting bitter. He was not of Acaris. His origin lay in the Divine Realm and that origin cut him off from the one direct way to fell a crownbearer when the crown was worn. + +Still, resignation did not take root. Old Man First’s mention of alternatives lit a thin, stubborn ember inside Max. With the secret domain closing, the halls of Acaris would soon fill with geniuses whose strength would climb to the peak of Divine Rank. + +Allies could be found among them, and there was Lucien to consider as well, someone at the same level as Mark himself. + +’At least he can be killed.’ Max found relief in this. Though it was a pity that he couldn’t kill Mark himself. But as long as Mark was killed, everything would be over. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1228.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1228.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12b213f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1228.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1221: Returning to Acaris!" +slug: "ch-1228" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1228 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1060 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I will wait for you in the Divine Realm," Old Man First said with a gentle smile. His tone carried a calm finality, one that told Max he understood it was time to let him go. The old man had done all he could for now; keeping Max any longer would only hinder his journey. + +Max looked at him curiously, a faint crease forming between his brows. "I don’t know who you are," he said, his voice filled with confusion. "You have guided me and trained me all this time, yet you never once told me your name or who you truly are." + +The old man chuckled softly, his eyes filled with amusement and a trace of mystery. "Let us say that I hold a rather respected position among the upper echelons of the Divine Realm," he replied. "You will understand what I mean once you ascend there. My name carries a weight that you will come to recognize soon enough. For now, think of me as a teacher who merely nudged you in the right direction." + +His expression turned slightly serious as he added, "But remember this well, Max. You are only my disciple in name for now. To truly become my disciple, you must seek me out when you arrive in the Divine Realm. Only then will I acknowledge you completely." + +He raised his hand and made a sweeping motion through the air. Space rippled before them, and a circular portal formed, glowing faintly with light that resembled the surface of calm water reflecting the stars. The air around it hummed with power. + +"This is your way home," Old Man First said as the portal stabilized. + +Max stared at it for a long moment before turning back to the old man. His heart felt heavy, filled with both gratitude and respect. Then, in one smooth motion, he bowed deeply. "Thank you, Master, for teaching me and showing me the path of time. Without your guidance, I would have been lost in its chaos. I promise I will not disappoint you in the future." + +Old Man First’s face softened, and for the first time, the playful tone left his voice. "Before you go, allow me to give you one last piece of advice," he said, his eyes gleaming with wisdom earned from ages of experience. "Knowing the future is not always a blessing. Many who have glimpsed it were consumed by the desire to change it. Often, the very act of resisting what one has seen becomes the reason that future unfolds as it did. Remember this, Max: the future is not a chain but a river with countless streams. What you saw is merely one of those streams, not the entire river. Do not dwell too deeply on it, or you will be swept into the current you fear." + +Max listened in silence, his expression serious. The words sank deep into him, heavier than any lesson he had learned before. "I will keep that in mind, Master," he said firmly, his voice steady. He bowed once more, lower this time, before stepping into the shimmering light of the portal. His figure was slowly enveloped, and then he vanished entirely, leaving behind only the faint echo of his departing presence. + +Old Man First watched the space where Max had stood moments ago. His expression turned contemplative, his eyes reflecting the endless expanse of the starry sky. "His state of mind has changed greatly since he saw that glimpse of the future," he murmured to himself, his voice low and thoughtful. "Whether that change will guide him toward wisdom or lead him to ruin... only time will tell."𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +---- + +Back in Acaris, a faint ripple of light tore through the still air of a dense forest. The silence of the woods broke as a swirling portal emerged between the towering trees, scattering leaves and dust in every direction. From within that radiant distortion, Max stepped out slowly, his boots touching the moss-covered ground as the portal began to close behind him. + +"I am back," he murmured, a small smile forming on his face. The sense of familiarity, the smell of soil, and the whisper of wind through the trees all carried a comforting weight. But that brief feeling of relief did not last long. + +His expression changed instantly as his Three Dimensional Body began to pulse violently, reacting to the overwhelming surge of energy nearby. The space around him distorted slightly as if warning him of danger. Max narrowed his eyes and focused, and what he saw made his blood run cold. + +From beyond the thick forest came the rhythmic sound of footsteps—thousands of them. When he looked closely, countless figures were moving through the undergrowth in his direction. They were humans, their faces pale and hollow, their bodies thin and frail. Chains bound their wrists together, and thicker chains connected them in long rows like lines of livestock being herded. The metallic clatter of their restraints mixed with the groans of exhaustion. + +Leading them were demons. Their skin was dark and coarse, their horns gleamed faintly, and the faint smell of sulfur and corruption lingered wherever they passed. The demons carried whips crackling with dark energy, occasionally lashing them at the humans to keep them moving. The sight of such humiliation and cruelty made Max’s blood boil. + +’These demons...!’ His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes radiating cold fury. A violent aura began to leak from his body, making the air tremble. But in the next instant, he forced himself to calm down. Losing control now would only bring chaos. He drew a deep breath and activated his Black Soul, letting its power envelop him completely. His presence disappeared, merging with the shadows around him until not even his aura could be sensed. + +His Blue Soul had long since transformed into a Black Soul when his clone was created, and the concealment ability it granted him surpassed even his previous limits. From his hidden vantage point, Max continued to observe the scene. + +’These demons are taking the humans somewhere,’ he thought, his gaze following the endless procession disappearing into the forest’s depths. Countless questions raced through his mind. Had humanity lost the war? What had happened to the Four God Nation—the last bastion of resistance in the Middle Domain? How had things deteriorated to this extent while he was gone? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1229.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1229.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76a2271 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1229.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1222: A Fate worse than eaten alive?" +slug: "ch-1229" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1229 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1172 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The chain-bound humans continued to march, their faces devoid of hope, while the demons laughed among themselves, drunk on authority. The sight struck Max deeply. He clenched his fists so tightly that faint cracks appeared in the ground beneath him. + +Whatever had happened in his absence, it had turned Acaris into a place of despair. The realization settled like lead in his chest. His return had not brought peace—it had brought him face to face with a world drenched in suffering. + +’Are they gathering humans for cattle purposes?’ Max thought, his expression turning cold and dark. The sight before him stirred bitter memories of the past. He remembered the time on the Lost Continent when he had discovered a similar scene—humans trapped, beaten, and herded like livestock to serve as food and energy sources for the demons. + +The image of terrified villagers crying out in despair flashed through his mind, and for a brief moment, rage threatened to break through his calm. But he forced it down. Losing control now would only ruin any chance of understanding what was truly happening here. + +Drawing a steady breath, Max’s eyes glimmered faintly. He knew that rushing in to kill these demons would satisfy his anger but would reveal nothing about the greater picture. If the demons were gathering humans in such numbers, then there had to be a reason—something larger and more sinister behind it. + +After a moment of thought, he decided to blend in with the group to find out where they were taking the humans. He needed information before making his move, and observing from within would give him the clearest understanding of the situation. + +He crouched low among the shadows, his presence concealed completely by the Black Soul. The faint shimmer of dark energy covered him, erasing even the smallest trace of his aura. As the chained procession drew near, Max waited, unmoving, his heartbeat steady and his gaze sharp. + +Soon, the first line of demons entered the clearing. They marched at the front with long, black spears in their hands, their eyes glowing faintly with infernal light. Behind them, the chained humans trudged forward, their footsteps heavy and unsteady, the clinking of metal echoing through the forest. + +Max remained perfectly still, counting their numbers and studying their movements. Once the last group of humans came into sight, he made his move. + +His figure flickered and shot off in the opposite direction, crashing through the underbrush deliberately to make noise. The sudden disturbance drew immediate attention. + +"There’s someone hiding here!" one of the demons barked, his eyes narrowing as he caught the faint ripple of movement. "A human is running! Go and bring him back." + +The order was sharp, and another demon, larger and quicker, instantly took off after Max. The chase was brief. Within moments, the demon returned, dragging the struggling figure of a young man across the ground. It was Max. + +Though his face was the same beneath the illusion, none of the demons recognized him. His features appeared altered by a subtle distortion of his Black Soul, giving him the appearance of an ordinary human youth. Even his aura had been suppressed and reshaped to resemble that of a Master Rank cultivator—weak enough to be believable, but not so weak that it would raise suspicion. + +"This human must have escaped from the city somehow," said the demon who had first spoken. His tone was filled with annoyance rather than concern, as if the life before him held no more value than an insect. "Tie him to the others before he causes trouble." + +The demon holding Max nodded and roughly pulled him toward the line of chained prisoners. The heavy iron shackles clinked as they were fastened around Max’s wrists, linking him to the rest of the captives. The cold metal bit into his skin, but he showed no resistance. + +As the demons continued their march, satisfied that the situation was under control, Max quietly lowered his gaze. He walked with the humans following the demons like the others. + +"Brother, you should have run faster," a voice whispered beside Max. The tone was trembling, filled with horror. Max turned his head slightly and saw a young man walking next to him. The man’s face was gaunt and pale, his eyes hollow, but there was still a faint spark of defiance left in them. His hair was matted with dirt, and his wrists were bruised from the iron shackles that bound him to the others. + +"I... I tried," Max replied, forcing his voice to shake as though fear had taken hold of him. "But they caught me before I could escape." + +The young man let out a bitter sigh. "At least you tried," he muttered. His shoulders slumped with exhaustion as he trudged forward. "I didn’t even get that chance. One moment I was on alert at the war front, watching the skies, and the next thing I knew, a swarm of flying monsters came down on us. They grabbed us like animals and brought us straight to the demons. I still don’t understand how so many of us were captured so easily." + +Max kept his head slightly lowered, playing the part of a frightened captive, but his mind was sharp, listening carefully to every word. After a brief pause, he spoke again, his voice low and uncertain. "Where are they taking us? Do they want to eat us?" He made his tone tremble, as though the very thought terrified him. + +The young man turned his head slightly, his expression darkening. His lips pressed together before he finally answered. "No. They stopped doing that a few months ago." His voice carried a hollow tone, as if he wished they had not stopped. + +Max noticed the shift in the man’s expression. His face, already grim, grew even more frightened. The color drained from his cheeks, and his voice quivered as he continued. "But the truth is far worse than being eaten. What they are doing now..." He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "It’s something beyond imagination. I would rather they devoured us like before than make us go through what they are taking us to now." + +Max studied him carefully, his brow furrowing slightly. The man’s body was trembling visibly, his chains rattling with every step he took. When Max looked around, he noticed that the other captives had the same look of despair in their eyes. Some were silently weeping. Others were muttering prayers under their breath. There was no trace of hope among them, only the hollow acceptance of something inevitable. + +’The demons stopped feeding on humans and started doing something even worse,’ Max thought, his mind tightening around the grim possibilities. His expression darkened as he glanced ahead at the demons marching at the front. ’What could possibly be more horrifying than being devoured alive by them?’ + +The air around him grew heavier. The rustling of chains, the sound of tired feet dragging against the ground, and the faint laughter of demons filled the silence between the trees. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-123.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-123.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04c0d8b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-123.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 123: Warnings about other regions" +slug: "ch-123" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 123 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1355 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You know…" Alice glanced at Max, her eyes gleaming. "If I can fully awaken my Phoenix Flames, it’s only a matter of time before I enter Adept Rank." + +Max raised his brows, hearing her talk about her flames. "What’s stopping you from awakening the flame?" he asked. + +"Mother," Alice sighed. "She’s been telling me that the time to awaken my Phoenix Flames hasn’t come yet. Only with her permission can I awaken them." + +She added, "Also, it’s not like I can awaken them on my own. According to my mother, my rank is too low to withstand the power of the Phoenix Flames. I need to be at least in the Adept Rank for my body to handle the Phoenix Flames." + +Max nodded, glancing at her. "So what are you going to do? Will you enter the temple or not?" + +Alice bit her lips in frustration. "I want to, but if so many forces from all over the continent come to the temple, they probably won’t care which power someone belongs to. They’ll go for the kill if a conflict arises. In that situation, I’d only be a hindrance to you and everyone from our guild." + +Her eyes almost teared up. "That’s why I’ve decided not to go." + +"You made a good decision." Max patted her head. "There will always be a next time. Besides, you’re too young for this. I believe that in the next few years, once you’re at the Temple of Divine, you’ll rule over the geniuses of that time." + +Alice pouted, eyeing Max. "But you’re the same age as me, and you’re going, but not me." + +Max smiled wryly and pointed at himself. "Well, I’m a bit of an odd one here. Don’t compare yourself with me." + +Alice glanced at Max, her face darkening. ’I’m being left behind by him. With the way he’s growing, it won’t be long before I can only look back at him.’ She felt happy for Max, but there was also the sting of being left behind. + +She wanted to walk side by side with Max, but she understood that if things kept going like this, her dreams would forever remain just dreams. + +’I’ll talk to mother about awakening my flames,’ she decided. + +"Alice, you won’t be going this time." Anton appeared before Max and Alice, addressing her directly. "You’re still very young, and there will be plenty of chances for you in the future." + +Alice glanced at Anton, her expression resolute. "Big Brother, I’ve already decided not to go this time, so don’t worry about me." + +"You have?" Anton was surprised by her decisiveness. He knew that when it came to stubbornness, no one could match her once she set her mind on something. + +Alice nodded, glancing at Max and Anton before saying, "I’ll go find mother and inform her of my decision." She walked off into the distance, leaving them alone. + +Seeing her leave, Anton turned to Max. "Let’s go. Before we leave for the temple, I want you to meet everyone who will be entering the temple this time." + +Max nodded and followed Anton to the training hall. There, eight more figures were waiting for them, five of whom Max already knew. They were the team Alex had been part of—the one that had challenged him and learned a lesson about arrogance. + +As for the other three, two had strength at the peak of Level 10 of Adept Rank, and the other was at the peak of Level 10 of Apprentice Rank. + +"Everyone, I believe you all know Max, but he doesn’t know you. Introduce yourselves one by one," Anton said loudly. + +"You’ve already met us before, but let me formally introduce myself and the others." A young man stepped forward from the group Max had previously met. + +"I’m Vance, and that orange-haired arrogant prick you’ve already met is Alex." He sneered at Alex before turning to the gloomy guy. "That guy is Raman; he doesn’t talk much." He then focused on the two girls. "They are Shelly and Stacy. The former is the quiet one, while the latter is hot-headed. You don’t want to get on her bad side." + +Max glanced at all of them and nodded lightly. + +The last one, at the peak of Apprentice Rank, had dark blue hair and a calm expression. "I’m Astor. Nice to meet you, Max." + +"Nice to meet you too," Max replied, smiling as he turned to the last two individuals, both at the peak of Adept Rank. One was a woman, and the other was a young man who had his eyes closed, as if he didn’t want anything to do with what was happening around him. + +Find more chapters on freewebnovel.com + +The young woman stepped forward and introduced herself. "I’m Serena Kahns." She pointed to the young man. "He’s Bruce." + +Max glanced at her and nodded. "It’s nice to meet you all." + +Bruce opened his eyes and looked at Max. "Don’t hold us back with your Level 4 Apprentice Rank," he said coldly. + +Max turned to him with a sneer. "Sure." + +Bruce frowned when he saw Max wasn’t taking him seriously, but before he could say anything more, someone else intervened. + +"Alright, it’s time to leave for the temple." Anton clapped his hands, his eyes sweeping over everyone. "Follow me." + +He led them out of the building area to an open field, where a magnificent, sleek, triangular-shaped jet was waiting for them. + +It was pure black, thin in appearance, with a modern design. + +’That’s a cool jet,’ Max mused as he observed the flying vessel in front of them. Beside the jet stood Aurelia and his teacher, Sophia, along with Alice. + +"Everyone, board the jet. It will be leaving in less than fifteen minutes," Aurelia said loudly. + +The jet’s door opened, and a stair descended to the ground. + +Max glanced at Alice, nodded at her, and quietly entered the jet, followed by the others. + +Only Anton remained behind. + +Aurelia glanced at Sophia. "Handle the matters here for the time being. I won’t be present." + +Sophia smiled and nodded. "Don’t worry. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this for a long time." + +Aurelia smiled as she boarded the jet with Anton. + +The jet then took off, disappearing into the distance. + +Sophia watched the jet disappear into the distance until it became a tiny point and then vanished entirely. ’Max, a bigger stage with geniuses from all over the world awaits you at the temple… Are you up for the challenge?’ she thought quietly. + +--- + +Inside the jet, it was like a large room with chairs and tables, where everyone seated. Some were busy scrolling through their feeds on the extranet, while others simply closed their eyes, waiting. + +"Everyone," Aurelia called out, clapping her hands to draw the attention of the gathered geniuses on board. Her commanding presence immediately silenced the murmurs, and all eyes turned toward her. + +"There are a few things you must be cautious about," she began, her tone heavy with warning. "If you encounter any geniuses from the South Region, you have two choices: ignore them or eliminate them if they pose a threat." + +The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, but Aurelia pressed on. "The South Region has long been notorious for its lawlessness. It’s a haven for criminals from across the four regions and the entire Valora Continent. Outlaws, fugitives, and dangerous individuals seek refuge there, turning it into a den of the most wanted and ruthless." + +Her gaze swept over the crowd, her golden eyes sharp and unyielding. "That is why you must remain vigilant. Do not trust anyone from the South Region under any circumstances. Their intentions are rarely pure, and betrayal is second nature to them. They thrive in chaos and deception." + +Everyone nodded solemnly. + +Aurelia continued, her tone steady but firm. "As for the West Region, they have long been our allies. The East and West Regions share mutual respect and understanding, so there likely won’t be any conflicts with them during this event. That’s one less concern to worry about." + +She paused, her demeanor shifting as her expression turned grave. "That leaves the North Region." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1230.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1230.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b0aca02 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1230.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1223: A Threat bigger than demon?" +slug: "ch-1230" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1230 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1080 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The group of shackled humans marched slowly through the dense forest, their chains clinking with every step. The air was thick with the stench of exhaustion and despair. The demons leading them walked ahead with long strides, their weapons gleaming faintly under the dull light that filtered through the canopy. + +As the group advanced, more prisoners began to appear along the way. Other demon patrols joined them, each bringing their own lines of chained humans. The once small procession swelled into a long, winding column of misery stretching across the forest path. + +Max walked quietly among them, his eyes scanning everything around him. The humans beside him barely had the strength to speak. Their faces were pale and hollow, their steps dragging, their hope long gone. + +Max kept his disguise intact, pretending to be just another frightened captive, but inside his mind was sharp and alert. The more humans joined their group, the heavier his curiosity became. What exactly were the demons gathering them for? + +As he pondered, his Three Dimensional Body began to hum faintly, catching faint vibrations from a few demons talking ahead. Their words were soft, but to Max’s heightened senses, they were as clear as if spoken right beside him. + +"Now that we’ve gathered at least a hundred humans, it should be satisfied, right?" one of the demons asked, his voice uncertain. + +"I don’t know," replied another demon, his tone low and uneasy. "This thing’s hunger grows worse every day. Last time it devoured over eighty and still wasn’t satisfied. I doubt a hundred will be enough now." His expression darkened as he spoke, and even the faint glow of his eyes dimmed slightly. + +"What? Even a hundred humans aren’t enough?" the first demon asked, genuine shock coloring his voice. + +The other demon shook his head slowly. "It’s your first time seeing it, so you don’t understand. The hunger of that creature is endless. You will understand soon enough when we reach the pit." + +After that, both demons fell silent, their conversation cut short by the heavy tension that hung in the air. The only sounds left were the rattling of chains and the dragging footsteps of the humans. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about what he had just heard. So the demons were not taking the humans to be eaten by themselves but to feed something else—some creature whose hunger demanded constant offerings. + +The thought unsettled him. He had seen demons consume humans before, but the idea that they were now feeding humans to another being suggested something far worse. + +’What kind of monster could be so powerful that even demons would fear it?’ Max thought. ’If it truly exists, why would they feed it instead of destroying it? Are they serving it? Or are they bound to it somehow?’ + +The more he considered it, the deeper his confusion grew. The demons were not acting like conquerors enjoying the spoils of victory. Their behavior seemed closer to that of caretakers following strict orders or fearful servants carrying out a ritual. + +Max kept these thoughts to himself and remained silent. He lowered his head, blending once again with the line of captives. Whatever was waiting at the end of this march, he needed to see it with his own eyes before deciding what to do. + +The group continued their slow, weary march as the hours passed. The sound of clinking chains never ceased, blending with the hoarse breathing of the captives and the occasional whip crack from the demons. + +The forest that had surrounded them began to thin, and the green of the trees gradually faded into barren land. The soil beneath their feet turned dry and cracked, and a faint heat began to rise from the ground. + +Max lifted his head slightly and looked ahead. The dense canopy was gone, replaced by an open stretch of desolation. The air grew heavier with each step they took, carrying with it the metallic scent of ash and burnt earth. The horizon ahead shimmered faintly as if the land itself were breathing in pain. + +As the group moved farther, the sky began to change. The once dull gray hue deepened slowly into crimson. The red shade thickened with every passing moment until it spread like a stain across the heavens. + +It was not the warm red of sunset but a dark, suffocating red that felt unnatural. The atmosphere trembled faintly, and the light dimmed, casting an eerie glow across the wasteland. + +The wind carried with it a low humming sound, almost like distant growls buried beneath the soil. The captives shivered, sensing that they were approaching something terrible. Even the demons at the front grew tense, their movements less relaxed than before. + +When they reached the edge of a vast valley, the land opened before them like a wound. It stretched endlessly, covered in scorched rocks and blackened sand. No vegetation could be seen, only the lifeless terrain stretching far into the distance. + +Max narrowed his eyes and gazed at the far end of the valley. Through the haze of heat and dust, he could faintly make out the silhouette of something strange. A thick, dark red mist seemed to cling to the ground, rolling and shifting like living smoke.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +It wasn’t fog—it was denser, almost tangible, and it pulsated faintly with light from within as though something alive was breathing beneath it. + +Above it, the sky was completely crimson, the color deepening into an almost blood-like tone that swallowed the horizon. The ground trembled slightly, and the humans in chains instinctively drew closer to one another, their fear rising with every step. + +The demons barked orders, forcing the group to move again, their voices sounding strained now. Even they did not seem eager to approach the heart of that wasteland. + +Max continued walking in silence, his chains dragging softly against the rocky ground. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon where the faint outline of dark red clouds clung to the surface of the valley like a living mist. + +The clouds pulsed slowly, their color deepening and fading in rhythm, almost as if they were breathing. A strange unease settled over him, one that came not from the demons or the desolate land but from the unnatural stillness that surrounded the distant red haze. + +"Max, that dark red cloud..." Blob’s voice echoed suddenly in his mind, calm yet tinged with unease. "I am sensing life within it. A life that carries the essence of a spirit." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1231.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1231.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..75f5398 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1231.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1224: Dark Red Cloud" +slug: "ch-1231" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1231 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1089 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s steps faltered for a brief moment. His brows knitted together as he glanced toward the crimson horizon again. "A spirit? Are you certain?" he asked quietly, keeping his voice steady. The sight of those clouds gave him no comfort, and the fact that they were heading directly toward them made his instincts grow sharper. + +"I am certain," Blob replied after a pause. His tone had turned heavy, and even through their mental link, Max could feel the seriousness behind his words. "There is a spirit inside those dark red clouds. Its presence is faint but ancient, something that does not belong here in a natural sense." + +Max frowned and spoke in a low voice. "Can you tell what kind of spirit it is? And can you detect any other monsters nearby, something besides those clouds?" + +There was a brief silence as Blob focused, and then his voice returned, measured and cautious. "I cannot determine its exact nature from this distance. The aura of the clouds distorts my perception. I will have to get closer to understand what kind of spirit it truly is. As for other creatures, I can only sense the presence of a few smaller beasts in the surrounding area, but they are not approaching. They are fleeing in the opposite direction, as if terrified of the red clouds." + +Max’s expression darkened. "So these demons are leading the humans here to feed them to that cloud—or rather, to the spirit inside it?" he asked grimly. "And since when does a spirit devour humans?" + +Blob went silent at the question. The air between them filled with an uneasy stillness. When he finally spoke again, his voice carried both confusion and disbelief. "That is what I cannot understand. Spirits are beings favored by the laws of the world, born from purity and balance. They do not hunger for flesh, nor do they consume the living. Such an act defies their very nature. For a spirit to eat humans... I simply cannot fathom it." + +Max’s gaze grew sharper. The red clouds in the distance shifted again, their surface rippling like waves of liquid fire. He could feel a faint vibration in the air, a strange pulse that carried both spirit energy and something darker—something unnatural. + +The humans in chains had begun to whisper among themselves, their fear growing stronger with each step they took closer to the valley. Even the demons appeared tense now, their eyes fixed on the red haze ahead with visible caution. + +Max lowered his head slightly, concealing the faint glow in his eyes. His mind was already turning over the possibilities. If the spirit inside those clouds had truly fallen into corruption, then what awaited them in the depths of that valley was no mere beast—it was a spirit that had turned against the order of the world itself. + +As the group drew closer to the dark red clouds, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive. The air grew heavy and warm, thick with a metallic scent that clung to the back of the throat. + +A faint vibration rippled through the ground beneath their feet, and Max began to notice something that sent a chill down his spine. The soil near the edge of the dark clouds was not still. It was breaking apart, fragmenting into fine dust that rose slowly into the air before being absorbed into the crimson mass ahead. + +He watched in silence as the very land seemed to dissolve into countless particles and vanish within the cloud’s shifting surface. The process was slow but continuous, as if the earth itself was being consumed. + +The sight was deeply unsettling. For something to devour the land so casually, it had to possess power far beyond anything ordinary. Even Max, who had faced countless horrors across realms, felt a faint shiver pass through his chest. + +’To devour even the ground beneath us... what kind of monstrous existence could do that?’ he thought, his expression hardening. The humans around him were trembling, unaware of what awaited them. The demons continued to march forward, though even they looked uneasy, their steps faltering slightly whenever the dark red light flickered. + +"I am taking action, Blob," Max said quietly, his decision already made. + +Before Blob could respond, Max’s body flickered, and the iron shackles around his wrists shattered with a loud crack. The sound echoed through the valley, breaking the tense silence. In an instant, he shot upward into the sky, his presence flaring like a storm. + +"Damn it! A human broke free!" one of the demons roared, his eyes widening in disbelief. Several others reached for their weapons, but they never got the chance to act. + +Dozens of beams of sword light descended from the heavens, each one sharp and radiant. They pierced through the demons in a single heartbeat, cutting through their bodies with precise and merciless force. + +The air filled with flashes of light and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground. None of the demons had time to scream before their lives were extinguished. + +As silence reclaimed the valley, Max turned his gaze toward the chained humans. He raised his hand, and countless threads of sword light burst forth, striking each shackle with pinpoint accuracy. The chains shattered one after another, breaking apart into glowing fragments that scattered across the barren land. + +"Run! Get as far from this place as you can!" Max’s voice echoed across the valley, powerful and commanding. + +The humans didn’t hesitate. The moment the chains fell away, they summoned what little strength they had left and scattered in every direction. Their figures blurred as they ran, their desperation giving them speed. In a matter of seconds, the once captive crowd had vanished into the distant wasteland, leaving only Max hovering in the air above the fallen demons. + +A soft vibration rippled beside him as Blob emerged from the Dimension of Spirit. His form shimmered faintly before solidifying, and his expression was grave as he looked toward the dark red clouds. The ground continued to crumble near their edge, and the faint sound of absorption echoed in the air like a steady heartbeat. + +"We should take a closer look," Blob said, his voice low but firm. "I want to see what kind of spirit could devour matter itself." + +Max nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving the red mass ahead. "Let’s go," he replied. + +With that, the two of them moved forward, their figures gliding over the desolate landscape toward the heart of the crimson mist that was consuming the world beneath it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1232.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1232.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa411ea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1232.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1225: Epicenter of the Storm!" +slug: "ch-1232" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1232 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max and Blob drew closer to the dark red cloud, the world around them seemed to change. The air grew heavy and thick, pressing against their skin as if the atmosphere itself resisted their approach. + +The faint hum that had filled the valley earlier grew into a low, rhythmic vibration that resonated through their bones. It was neither wind nor sound—it was a pulse, the steady heartbeat of something vast and unnatural. + +The closer they came, the clearer it became that the cloud was not a mere accumulation of mist or smoke. It was alive. The surface rippled and churned, its texture resembling molten liquid mixed with shadows. Wherever it touched the ground, the earth crumbled into fine dust and vanished into it. The sight was both mesmerizing and horrifying. + +Max stopped for a moment and looked around. The wasteland stretched endlessly in every direction, but where the red cloud hovered, nothing remained. No stone, no sand, not even air. Everything that came into contact with it was absorbed and erased from existence. A faint coldness settled in his chest as he realized the scope of what he was witnessing. + +"The devouring power of this cloud is endless," Blob said in a low voice. His expression was grave as he floated beside Max, his eyes fixed on the massive red expanse ahead. "I fear we have a far greater problem on our hands, something much more dangerous than the Nulls or even the Demons." + +Max frowned sharply, his gaze shifting to Blob. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, disbelief flickering in his tone. The idea that something could surpass the threat of both Nulls and Demons seemed impossible. "A threat greater than both? What kind of existence could that be?" + +Blob remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "I have a theory about the nature of the spirit behind this phenomenon," he said slowly, his voice filled with uncertainty and tension. "But before I speak of it, I need to confirm something. If my assumption is right, then this spirit is not only dangerous—it is a catastrophe—a calamity in itself." + +He turned his gaze back toward the thick red haze. "Stay alert," he added quietly, then his form flickered as he surged forward. In an instant, he entered the cloud, disappearing into its swirling mass. + +Max hesitated for only a moment. The dense energy that emanated from the cloud pressed against him like an invisible wall, but he pushed forward without fear. The moment his body crossed the boundary, he felt a strange force tugging at him from all sides. + +The sensation was unlike anything he had felt before—it was as though the cloud sought to unmake him, pulling at his body and soul alike. + +The dark red clouds hung so close to the ground that they brushed against the barren surface, devouring anything that strayed beneath them. The air was filled with the faint sound of distortion, like countless whispers overlapping in unison. + +Every instinct in Max’s body screamed danger, but he pressed on, following Blob’s trail into the heart of the crimson storm. + +The deeper he went, the darker the world became. The crimson glow dimmed into a deeper shade, and the pulsing energy surrounding him grew heavier, almost suffocating. + +But that was not the main problem confronting him. The true danger lay within the invisible force that surrounded him. As Max moved deeper into the dark red cloud, he began to feel something unsettling happening inside his body. His energy, the power that flowed through his veins like a second heartbeat, was being drained. + +It was not sudden but gradual, almost imperceptible at first. Then the sensation grew stronger, and he realized that the cloud was feeding on him. Every breath he took seemed to pull more of his energy away, dissolving it into the surrounding haze. + +A heavy pressure settled over him, growing more intense with each passing moment. It felt as though the cloud itself had come alive, pressing down upon his body from every direction. The weight was suffocating, and his muscles tensed instinctively. He could feel the air twisting, trying to compress his body, to crush him until he became nothing but mist. + +The sensation was unnatural, unlike anything he had ever encountered before. It was not simply an attack on the body—it reached deeper, gnawing at his spirit and his very existence. + +In that instant, Max understood the grim fate awaiting the humans he had freed. If they had been brought any closer to this red cloud, they would not have even had time to scream before their bodies were reduced to dust. + +The devouring force here was absolute. Once a living being touched the cloud, there would be no trace left behind, not even ashes. + +Max steadied himself, forcing his energy to circulate through his body. His strength surged outward like a defensive wave, pushing back against the oppressive force of the red mist. His power had already reached the level of a peak Divine Rank existence or even beyond it, and in terms of pure physical endurance, his body far surpassed even that level. + +No matter how much the dark red cloud tried to compress or dissolve him, it could not break through the barrier of his flesh and soul. His energy burned steadily, and the devouring effect around him weakened, unable to penetrate his defenses. + +Blob, who floated beside him, seemed completely unaffected. His form shimmered faintly, glowing with a pure spiritual light. The strange energy of the cloud seemed unable to touch him at all. Being a spirit himself, his essence did not belong to the material world, and so the devouring power simply flowed through him without effect. + +Together, the two advanced cautiously through the thick red mist. The visibility grew worse as they moved forward. The deeper they went, the denser the energy became until the entire space seemed to pulse like a living heart. The air trembled, and faint echoes of distant roars or cries reverberated through the haze. + +After several minutes of flight, they finally reached the heart of the phenomenon—the very epicenter of the dark red cloud. The sight that greeted them made both of them fall silent. + +Floating at the center of the crimson vortex was the cause of it all. The massive concentration of dark energy seemed to swirl around a single point, and from that point, waves of devouring force radiated outward endlessly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1233.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1233.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..770b39d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1233.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1226: Mimi!" +slug: "ch-1233" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1233 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1282 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the very center of the swirling crimson vortex, a faint figure appeared, moving with slow and unsteady steps. As Max’s vision adjusted to the pulsating red light, the shape became clearer. It was a young girl, no older than ten, her small frame almost swallowed by the vastness of the devouring mist around her. + +Her hair was a deep shade of violet, flowing down to her shoulders like threads of twilight. Her skin looked pale under the blood-colored glow, and her large eyes reflected the endless red light around her. But those eyes were not calm or innocent—they were filled with hunger. There was an emptiness in them, a void that stretched deeper than any mortal craving. + +She walked forward with a strange grace, each step unsteady but deliberate, as though something unseen was guiding her or pulling her toward a destination. The crimson energy around her seemed to respond to her presence, swirling and pulsating in rhythm with her slow movement. The moment Max saw her face clearly, his entire body froze in disbelief. + +"Mimi?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes widened as if his mind refused to accept what he was seeing. The girl standing at the heart of this monstrous cloud was someone he recognized. Someone he had not seen in years. Someone he had once known as a harmless, cheerful spirit. + +The memories rushed back to him in an instant—the first time he met Mimi after his very first dungeon exploration, the strange aura she carried, the curiosity in her eyes, and the gentle laughter that had once brought warmth to the cold, ruined places they had traveled through. + +She had vanished long ago, and Max had assumed she had returned to whatever realm of spirits she had come from. Never, not even in his wildest thoughts, had he imagined that the source of this destructive cloud would be her. + +"Mimi! What are you doing?!" Max’s voice broke through the stillness. The shock in his tone carried across the swirling air as he called out to her again. "Can you hear me? Stop this!" + +He could feel a strange pull in his chest, a mix of confusion and desperation. If Mimi was truly the one behind this, then there might be a way to reach her. Maybe this was not intentional. Maybe something had gone wrong. He wanted to believe that the girl he once knew had not become this creature of devouring hunger. + +But while Max focused on Mimi, he failed to notice the expression on Blob’s face. The spirit beside him had gone completely still, his form flickering faintly as if he had forgotten to maintain his shape. His eyes were wide and fixed on the girl, and a look of pure horror crossed his features. It was not surprise, nor confusion—it was recognition. + +"Max..." Blob muttered under his breath, his voice trembling. He looked at her the way one looks at a nightmare that should never have existed. The air around him wavered as though even his spiritual energy was reacting to her presence. + +Meanwhile, Mimi continued to walk forward slowly, her steps uneven and heavy. She did not respond to Max’s shout or even seem aware of his presence. Her gaze was unfocused, her body moving as if under the control of something far beyond her will. Each step she took made the crimson mist surge, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to dissolve into nothingness. + +Max’s heart pounded as he watched her walked like a zombie. The hunger in her eyes grew deeper with every passing moment, and the cloud responded like a living being, pulsing with anticipation. + +The girl he once knew was still there, but something else had taken hold of her—something ancient, powerful, and terrifying. + +"She seems to be under the influence of something," Max muttered under his breath. His eyes never left Mimi as he slowly began to move forward. Her body looked frail and delicate, but the force surrounding her was terrifying, as if the world itself bent to her presence. + +He took one cautious step toward her, and the moment his foot touched the crimson ground, he felt something inside him shift. + +His body stiffened. A sharp chill spread through his veins, and his heart skipped a beat. In the next instant, he realized that nearly half of the mana inside his body had vanished. It was not dissipated—it was taken. + +He could feel it being pulled violently by an unseen force, dragged out of his core and drawn straight toward Mimi. His eyes widened as he saw thin streams of energy flowing out of him like glowing threads, weaving through the crimson mist and merging into her small frame. + +The shock hit him hard. Even he, with his overwhelming strength, had never experienced something like this. It was as if his own existence was being consumed. Yet despite the horror that crept through him, Max clenched his fists and steadied his breath. He could not afford to retreat now. Whatever had taken control of Mimi needed to be stopped, and he would not abandon her to it. + +Without hesitation, he summoned his power. His body glowed faintly as black flames surged across his skin, intertwining with scales that shimmered like dark crystal. In the next moment, his entire form was enveloped by his Dragon Scales Transformation. + +The scales emitted a deep glow, and a fierce draconic aura burst from him, shaking the air around. The black flames coiled tightly over his armor-like skin, forming a second layer of defense to resist the devouring power ahead. + +He stepped forward again. + +A loud, echoing sound reverberated through the mist. The ground beneath him cracked as the air itself resisted his advance. It felt like he was walking against the current of a mighty river, each step demanding more strength than the last. + +The devouring force emanating from Mimi grew stronger the closer he approached. The crimson energy around her moved like a storm, flowing inward toward her body in endless waves. The power she was releasing seemed to drain the very essence of the world. + +Max gritted his teeth as the pressure intensified. The air pushed against him, and his energy stirred chaotically inside his body, struggling to maintain balance. It was a strange sensation. While everything around him—mana, life force, even the faint energy of the air—was being sucked into Mimi, he felt himself being repelled by the very flow of that power. It was as though the energy surrounding her rejected his existence while trying to consume everything else. + +His steps grew heavier, but he pressed forward. Each time he tried to stabilize his energy, the devouring pull disrupted his circulation again, forcing him to push his strength to the limit just to remain standing. + +The closer he got, the harder it became to maintain control over the vast power within him. The aura of hunger radiating from Mimi did not distinguish between what it touched. It sought everything—energy, life, and even soul. + +A faint tremor passed through Max’s arm as he felt another surge of his mana trying to escape toward her. He forced it back, his dragon scales flaring with light as he anchored himself with raw willpower. One misstep, and the balance within his body would collapse, allowing the devouring force to consume everything he possessed. + +"Mimi..." he murmured quietly, his voice firm yet filled with a trace of sorrow. "What happened to you?" + +The air around him vibrated with energy. Every breath he took felt heavier, every step more perilous, but Max continued to move forward, his eyes locked on the girl standing at the center of destruction. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1234.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1234.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94bb0b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1234.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1227: Helping Mimi" +slug: "ch-1234" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1234 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max continued to push forward, his every movement a battle against the crushing force that surrounded him. The air around Mimi had grown unbearably dense, saturated with the power of devouring that seemed to come from every direction. The crimson mist swirled violently, and the world itself trembled as if rejecting his advance. + +Each step he took forward felt heavier than the last. It was as if he were walking through a storm that refused to let him reach his destination. + +His Dragon Scales glowed faintly, the black luster that covered his body beginning to dull. The sharp edges of the scales trembled under the relentless pull of Mimi’s power, and cracks of faint red light began to appear along them. + +Even his black flames, which had once burned with an intensity capable of consuming mountains, flickered weakly as if struggling to stay alive. The devouring energy ahead was unlike anything he had ever faced. It did not simply absorb—it erased. It stripped away everything it touched, leaving nothing behind. + +Max’s body trembled under the growing pressure. His breathing became heavy, and the flow of mana within him grew chaotic. Every time he tried to stabilize his energy, another wave of force surged from Mimi, pushing him back and trying to tear his strength apart. The closer he got, the more the resistance increased, as though the universe itself sought to separate them. The crimson light ahead flared brighter, wrapping around Mimi like a living shroud. + +Yet, despite the unbearable strain, Max refused to stop. His eyes, though narrowed from the effort, held a firm determination. He could feel his defenses collapsing piece by piece, but he pushed onward, step by step. + +’If only I can talk to her,’ he thought, his mind echoing with desperation and hope. ’If I can just reach her, maybe I can stop this.’ + +He believed that beneath the overwhelming hunger consuming her, a trace of the girl he once knew still remained. The Mimi who had smiled brightly, the spirit who had followed him with endless curiosity, must still exist somewhere inside this vortex of destruction. That belief kept him moving. + +The ground beneath his feet cracked as he forced his body forward again. Every motion caused shockwaves to ripple through the crimson mist. The force pushing against him grew stronger, pressing against his chest until it felt like the air itself was trying to crush his heart. + +He gritted his teeth, his muscles straining, his aura flaring to its limit. The black flames reignited for a brief moment, swirling violently around him as he let out a low, guttural roar that echoed through the devouring storm. + +With one final surge of effort, he crossed the last few steps separating him from her. The pressure around him reached its peak, shaking the air with deafening vibrations. His dragon scales were barely holding together, his energy fluctuating wildly, and the heat from his flames was fading fast.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +But despite it all, Max finally stood before her. The red mist twisted around them like a vortex, and the world seemed to fall silent. Mimi’s small figure was only a few feet away now, her violet hair swaying softly in the crimson current. Her eyes remained empty, glowing faintly with a strange light that carried neither emotion nor awareness. + +Max took a shaky breath, his voice quiet but filled with determination. "Mimi," he said, reaching a trembling hand toward her, "look at me. It’s me, Max." + +This time, as if the sound of his voice had reached her through the storm of energy surrounding her, Mimi’s head turned slowly. Her violet hair fluttered in the crimson current as her gaze shifted toward him. + +For a brief moment, her expression was blank, her glowing red eyes devoid of awareness. Then something seemed to flicker within them—recognition, faint but real. Her lips parted slightly, and a small, trembling voice escaped her. + +"Big Brother Max?" she said, her tone filled with confusion and disbelief. + +Max froze where he stood. Relief washed over him the instant he heard her voice. She had recognized him. The tension that had built inside his chest eased slightly, and a faint, hopeful smile appeared on his face. + +For a moment, he had feared that the devouring force consuming her had erased all traces of her mind. But now it seemed that somewhere inside the chaos, the girl he once knew still remained. + +"Yes, it’s me, Mimi," Max said softly. His voice was calm, carrying the warmth of reassurance. "Does Mimi still recognize her Big Brother Max?" + +Mimi nodded quickly, her movements childlike and sincere. Her eyes seemed to brighten with a fragile light. "Mimi and Big Brother Max are friends. Big Brother Max helped Mimi before," she said with a small smile that almost made her look like her old self. + +Max’s heart softened at her words. He nodded, smiling gently as he took another step toward her, though carefully so as not to provoke the devouring energy surrounding her. "Yes, I remember, Mimi. You and I have met before. I am happy you still remember me." + +He paused for a moment, his expression turning serious. "Mimi, what happened to you? Can you stop this?" His eyes searched hers, hoping to find some trace of clarity or awareness. + +Mimi blinked, her expression becoming distant for a second before her eyes widened slightly. "Mimi is very hungry," she said in a trembling voice. "Did Big Brother Max come here to help Mimi?" + +Max nodded, his tone patient and calm. "Yes, I came to help you," he said. "But for me to help you, you need to stop what you’re doing. Can you stop this for a little while, so I can help you?" + +Mimi tilted her head to the side, her violet hair falling over one shoulder. "But Mimi is hungry," she whispered softly. "Mimi needs food. Isn’t Big Brother Max helping me?" Her voice was innocent, but there was a strange emptiness behind it, a hunger that went beyond mere need. + +Max forced a smile, trying to maintain a calm tone even as unease crept up his spine. "I am helping you, Mimi," he said slowly. "But I can’t do that while this power is still active. You need to stop first, and then I’ll help you." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1235.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1235.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0792e31 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1235.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1228: Terrifying Devouring Powers!" +slug: "ch-1235" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1235 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1079 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Mimi blinked once, and her eyes shimmered faintly. "Big Brother Max is helping Mimi?" she asked again, and then, suddenly, her lips curved into a wide smile. "Mimi is hungry. I want some food from Big Brother Max." + +The moment she spoke those words, the atmosphere around them shifted violently. Max’s expression changed as he felt his entire body react. His energy, which he had been maintaining with great effort, suddenly turned unstable. The flow of mana within him became chaotic, surging toward the surface as though trying to escape his control. + +He gasped in shock as his black flames flickered and vanished, and his Dragon Scales Transformation began to unravel. The armor of scales that had protected his body crumbled into fading black light, leaving his form exposed. + +In the next instant, he felt his strength draining rapidly. His energy was leaking out of him, drawn away by an invisible force that tugged at every particle of power he possessed. A wave of weakness struck him, making his knees tremble. + +"Mimi! What are you doing?" Max shouted, panic cutting through his voice as he struggled to stabilize his power. + +Mimi blinked again, her expression calm and innocent. "Mimi is eating food," she said with a soft, almost cheerful tone. "Big Brother Max is helping Mimi with her hunger." + +Her voice carried no malice, only the pure, unthinking simplicity of a child who did not understand the consequences of her actions. But to Max, her words were more terrifying than any threat. He could feel her devouring his life force directly, pulling the very essence of his being into her. + +Horror gripped him as realization struck. He had been too naive. He had thought that he could reach her through words, that the girl he once knew could be brought back just by speaking to her. + +But now he understood that what stood before him was no longer just Mimi. It was something else—something that consumed without reason, a being driven by hunger so deep that even love or memory could not restrain it. + +"Mimi, stop!" Max shouted, his voice echoing through the crimson storm, but the girl only smiled as the devouring continued. + +Max felt his strength collapsing as the invisible pull of Mimi’s devouring power intensified. It was no longer just his mana or energy that was being consumed. The force had reached deeper, touching his life force and tearing at the very structure of his existence. + +His vision blurred for a moment as he struggled to hold his energy together, but the pressure only grew stronger. Every pulse of that crimson aura around Mimi was like a wave striking him from within, breaking down the very balance of his body. + +Then it began. + +A sharp crack echoed faintly through the air, and Max’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down at his arm. A thin fissure had appeared across the surface of his skin, glowing faintly with crimson light. The crack was small at first, no thicker than a hair, but it spread rapidly like lightning running across glass. + +Within seconds, the same fissures began to appear all over his body, branching outward in countless directions. Each time a new line appeared, a surge of pain tore through him, not like any physical injury but as if his very existence was being peeled away layer by layer. + +He clenched his teeth and tried to reinforce his body with energy, but it was useless. The devouring force swallowed everything he pushed out, leaving nothing behind. His body, which had been tempered by the Giant Dwarves and strengthened beyond the limits of divine beings, was now beginning to crumble before this unnatural power. + +It was a terrifying realization. + +The dwarves had once told him that his flesh could withstand divine strikes and the collapse of entire realms, yet now, it was breaking apart from the pull of a ten-year-old girl. + +’This is impossible,’ he thought, his heart pounding in disbelief. ’Even divine power couldn’t harm me, and yet this... this is tearing me apart.’ + +The cracks deepened, and faint streams of light began leaking out from within them. The divine energy that made up his body was being pulled toward Mimi like flowing water rushing into a void. + +His scales, which once glowed with indestructible black brilliance, shattered one after another, turning into motes of light that dissolved into the crimson mist. His skin peeled away into particles, his blood turned to energy, and the force within him was unraveling faster than he could repair it. + +"Mimi, stop!" he shouted, his voice trembling from the strain. His knees buckled slightly, and his body felt lighter with every passing second. The devouring energy had become so strong that it was erasing the space around him. Even the ground beneath his feet was disintegrating into fine dust, drawn toward Mimi’s small frame. + +His mind raced. He had faced countless dangers, from the flames of ancient beasts to the corruption of the Nulls, but never had he felt so helpless. This was not a battle he could fight through sheer strength. The power devouring him was not a physical attack but a law that denied existence itself. + +Just when Max’s body was on the verge of completely dissolving into streams of scattered energy, a sudden force burst through the red mist like a flash of light. The oppressive devouring energy that had surrounded him trembled as a new presence tore through it. + +Before Max could even react, he felt something grab hold of him—a firm yet gentle grip that anchored him to reality. It was Blob. + +Blob’s figure appeared beside him, his form shimmering with a radiant spiritual light that cut through the crimson haze. Without wasting a single moment, Blob extended his hand and wrapped Max in a wave of spirit energy.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +In the next instant, their surroundings blurred. The devouring pressure that had nearly crushed Max disappeared as Blob’s power enveloped them both. + +A sharp sound filled the air. + +SWISH! + +The two figures shot upward like streaks of light, breaking free from the suffocating dark red cloud. The world around them warped and spun as they ascended through the thick layers of mist until they finally emerged into the open sky above. + +The crimson hue of the heavens spread endlessly above them, but the pressure that had nearly torn Max apart was gone. Blob released his grip only when he was certain they had escaped the devouring field. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1236.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1236.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cff9ea1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1236.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1229: A Calamitous Entity" +slug: "ch-1236" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1236 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1206 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +For a few moments, Max remained suspended in midair, gasping for breath. His entire body felt fragile, as though it were made of glass. Even the smallest movement sent waves of pain through him. + +Cracks still ran faintly across his arms and shoulders, glowing with traces of red energy. His strength was unstable, and he could feel that a single careless action might cause his body to collapse entirely. + +"Thanks, Blob," Max said weakly, lowering himself to the ground below. His voice was quiet but filled with gratitude. As soon as his feet touched the barren surface, he sat down, closing his eyes and trying to stabilize his condition. + +He focused inward, attempting to circulate his energy and begin the healing process. However, the moment he directed his consciousness toward his core, a golden light suddenly burst forth from within him. It flowed through his veins like liquid sunlight, illuminating his body from the inside. The familiar sensation immediately brought him relief. + +His first divine vein—Vein of Origin—had activated on its own. The golden light spread rapidly, tracing the outline of every crack across his body. Wherever it passed, the fissures sealed themselves with a soft, glowing shimmer. The trembling in his soul calmed, and the energy that had been on the verge of collapsing was restored to perfect harmony. + +Max let out a slow breath as he felt the warmth of the divine vein’s power washing through him. The pain faded completely, replaced by a steady pulse of strength that grew stronger with each passing second. His muscles, bones, and meridians returned to their original state, their structure becoming even firmer than before. + +In less than a minute, the damage that had nearly destroyed his body was gone, and his strength returned to its peak condition. + +He opened his eyes slowly, the golden glow still fading from his skin. "That was close," he muttered, his tone calm but his eyes reflecting the gravity of what had just happened. + +Blob floated nearby, watching him silently, his expression still grim. The red sky above them shimmered faintly, and the dark cloud in the distance continued to churn like a living wound upon the world. + +The power of the Vein of Origin had once again proven its worth. It restored the body to its perfect state, returning it to the condition it held before any injury or corruption. No matter how devastating the damage, it could bring the body back to its origin form. + +Max flexed his fingers slowly, feeling his restored strength. The pain had vanished completely, but his mind remained heavy. What he had just faced within that red cloud had shaken him deeply. Even his divine body, tempered by the Giant Dwarves, had nearly been destroyed. The fact that Blob had pulled him out at the final moment was the only reason he still existed now. + +He turned his gaze toward the horizon where the red cloud loomed like a monstrous wound and said quietly, "That power... it could our destroy entire world." + +"I know," Blob said finally, his tone solemn and his expression grave. The light of his spiritual form dimmed slightly as if the weight of his realization was pressing down on him. "I now understand what this spirit truly is." + +Max’s brows furrowed, and he turned toward Blob. "What is it?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with tension. He could sense from Blob’s tone that whatever the answer was, it was far from simple. + +Blob floated silently for a few moments, his glowing form flickering faintly. When he spoke again, his voice was slow and heavy. "That is a Devouring Spirit," he said, each word deliberate and measured. "You know that we spirits are always bound to an element. I am a Water Spirit, and you have seen many others—Fire Spirits, Wind Spirits, Earth Spirits, and even rarer ones like Lightning or Space Spirits. All of them are connected to the natural laws that govern existence. But the Devouring Spirit is different. It belongs to no element, no law, and no balance." + +He paused briefly as if searching for the right words before continuing. "I once believed it to be only a myth. Among the ancient memories I inherited from my bloodline, there are fragments that speak of it, old records passed down through countless generations of spirits. They described an existence beyond the normal cycle of creation, something born from the void between worlds. The stories said that the Devouring Spirit is not truly a spirit but an entity that mimics one. It is a calamity given consciousness. It travels from one world to another, consuming everything—land, life, energy, and even the very laws that hold a world together. Once it begins to feed, it does not stop until there is nothing left to devour." + +Blob’s voice grew quieter, but his tone remained steady. "And that girl you called Mimi," he said with a sorrowful look, "she is one of them. She is a Devouring Spirit. It is said that the chance of one being born is beyond rare—one in a billion, or even less. But against all odds, one exists here in front of us. A being that was once a childlike spirit has become something that carries the hunger of destruction itself." + +He fell silent for a moment, and then a faint sigh escaped him. His luminous eyes flickered with both sadness and fear. "In my memories," he continued, "it is said that a Devouring Spirit in its natural state is not dangerous. When they are calm and content, they can even coexist peacefully. But their hunger is infinite. Once it awakens, there is nothing that can fill it. The hunger drives them to consume everything they touch. They devour worlds, stars, and life until only emptiness remains. Their hunger is not out of malice, but instinct. They cannot control it, and when it takes hold, even the gods cannot stop them." + +Max listened in silence, his gaze heavy and thoughtful. + +Blob continued, his tone deepening. "There are also darker stories," he said. "It is told that during the Great War of Creation, millions of years ago, some humans discovered the existence of a dormant Devouring Spirit. They learned to seal and control it while it was in its calm state. They would release it into their enemies’ worlds, leaving it to awaken on its own. When the spirit grew hungry, it would devour everything—mountains, oceans, cities, and the souls of all living beings. In those ancient records, it was said that entire realms vanished overnight, erased from existence without leaving even a fragment of ash behind. That was the power of a single Devouring Spirit." + +He looked toward the horizon where the red cloud still churned. "To see one alive in this age is unthinkable. I do not know how she was born or how she came to exist here, but one thing is certain. If her hunger continues to grow unchecked, she will consume not only this land but the entire world of Acaris." + +His voice grew quieter, almost like a whisper carried by the wind. "This is not just a threat to you or me, Max. This is a threat to this entire world." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1237.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1237.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..edd1514 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1237.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1230: Ascension?" +slug: "ch-1237" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1237 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max remained completely silent for several moments after hearing Blob’s explanation. The air around him felt suddenly heavier. His mind replayed every detail Blob had shared about the Devouring Spirit—its hunger, its nature, its purpose, and its history of erasing entire worlds without leaving a trace. + +If even half of those ancient stories were true, then Acaris was not facing a disaster; it was facing the end. No army, no hero, no divine being could stand against a calamity that devoured the foundation of creation itself. + +"Damn... this is bad," Max muttered, his expression growing darker and more serious. His voice carried the weight of a man who had fought gods, demons, and Nulls, yet now stood before something far beyond them. + +Blob stayed quiet beside him. His spiritual form flickered slightly as the memories of his bloodline surfaced again. Those fragments had spoken of Devouring Spirits swallowing star systems, reducing living worlds to dust, leaving behind only silence. + +But none of those ancient memories had ever mentioned a solution. There were no tales of how to stop one, no record of a Devouring Spirit being sealed or defeated. Only stories of what followed after it had awakened—obliteration and emptiness. + +Max finally turned toward Blob, his eyes sharp. "Is there really nothing we can do about it?" + +Blob hesitated. The red sky seemed to dim as his voice lowered. "If you manage to leave the planet before she consumes everything, you might survive. That is the only certainty these memories give. When a Devouring Spirit awakens fully, no one can stand against it—except hunger itself. Once it grows satisfied, it leaves and moves on to the next world." + +Max shook his head slowly. That was not the answer he had been seeking. If survival had been his priority, he could have left long ago. Ever since he returned from the secret domain, he had felt something strange—an invisible pressure around Acaris, a distant but powerful force pushing against his very existence. It was as if the world itself no longer wished to hold him. + +And because of that force, he knew that leaving would not be the problem. The problem was everything else. + +"I’m not asking about saving myself," Max said quietly. His voice carried a firm, determined edge. "I’m asking if there is anything we can do to stop her." + +Blob drifted silently, his eyes dimming further as he thought. The red clouds rippled in the distance, and Mimi’s faint silhouette continued to walk at the heart of the devouring storm, unaware that she was tearing the world apart with every breath. + +The silence stretched heavily between them. + +Blob finally spoke in a soft, almost regretful tone. "The memories I inherited never spoke of a method to stop a Devouring Spirit. They only speak of running... and watching worlds disappear." + +Max’s jaw tightened, and his hands curled into fists. + +If that was the truth, then this world had no hope—and neither did the girl trapped inside that monstrous hunger. + +’If only leaving the world could solve everything,’ Max thought with a long sigh. The idea seemed simple on the surface, yet it carried no real solution for anyone except himself. Escaping now might save his life, but it would not save Acaris, it would not save the people still fighting for survival, and it would certainly not save Mimi from her fate as a Devouring Spirit. The more he considered it, the heavier his heart felt. + +Max lifted his gaze toward the red sky. He could feel the repelling force more clearly than ever now. His strength had grown to a level that matched Lucien and Mark. Because of that, this world was rejecting him in the same way it rejected them. He was no longer someone who belonged to Acaris. The world’s very laws pushed against him, urging him upward toward ascension. + +Yet ascension was no longer as simple as breaking through the sky and entering the Divine Realm. + +Thousands of years ago, when the demons first invaded, the ascension tunnel of this world had been shattered. The pathway that once connected Acaris to the Divine Realm was reduced to pieces, leaving only broken fragments floating in the void between the realms. + +Because of that destruction, any being who ascended from Acaris would no longer rise into the Divine Realm. Instead, they would be spit into the endless chaos that surrounded the world—an infinite space filled with storms, darkness, and the remnants of destroyed realms. No being could survive there for long, not even those on the brink of divinity. + +For most people, that meant ascension was equivalent to death. + +But for Max, the path was different. + +He lowered his gaze to his chest, sensing the faint pulse of something ancient and powerful hidden deep within him. Lady Virelia, the mysterious woman he had met in Obsidian Dragon City, had gifted him an anchor called the Realm Binding Pearl. It was a small, unassuming object on the outside, but it carried the authority of a higher realm within the Divine Realm. + +She had explained it to him clearly: + +Since the ascension tunnel of Acaris had been destroyed, any being who tried to ascend would be thrown into endless chaos. But if someone possessed a binding anchor—an artifact that marked them as belonging to a specific realm—then the Divine Realm would pull them directly into that realm instead. + +The Realm Binding Pearl inside Max’s body carried the seal of Lady Virelia’s realm. It was an anchor tying him to her divine territory. If Max were to ascend now, he would not be cast into the chaos outside Acaris. The Divine Realm would draw him straight to the realm that Lady Virelia ruled over. + +It meant Max had a safe path upward. + +But safety for himself meant abandoning everything behind. + +He looked toward the distant red cloud where Mimi was still walking, devouring the land with every step, and his fists tightened. + +Ascending would save him. + +Remaining here might mean his death. + +But leaving this world now would condemn everyone else without even a chance of salvation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1238.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1238.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7e55656 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1238.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1231: Meeting" +slug: "ch-1238" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1238 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1228 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What are you thinking?" Blob asked when he noticed Max standing silently, lost in deep thought. The spirit’s tone carried a hint of concern, but he did not press further. + +"Nothing," Max replied with a quiet sigh. His mind was still weighed down by the truth he had learned, but he pushed it aside for now. "Let’s get out of here." + +With a simple gesture of his hand, he summoned the Dimension of Spirit and sent Blob back into it. Once Blob vanished into the spiritual space, Max turned his gaze toward the horizon. His eyes narrowed slightly, and in the next breath, he took off, shooting through the air like a streak of light. + +As he flew, the red sky slowly faded behind him. His thoughts drifted to the time he had spent in the endless chaos with Old Man First. To him, it had felt like months—long, drawn-out weeks filled with profound insights and mysteries of time. Logically, that should have been enough for Victor, Seraphina, Chris, and Christine, the ones chosen by the other six lords, to return to Acaris as well. + +If the flow of time was the same, they should have already regrouped. + +With that in mind, Max headed straight for the Four God Nation. + +He flew at full speed, cutting through the air and crossing vast distances in moments. The familiar landscapes beneath him passed by quickly until at last he reached the grand square of the Four God Nation. The moment he arrived, he stopped midair and took in the scene below. + +The square was filled with people—hundreds of them. Divine Rank geniuses from across the Middle Domain stood gathered together, their auras bright and powerful. They seemed to have arrived recently, judging from the unsettled energy around them and the hushed conversations that spread through the crowd. + +Max’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. + +’I guess I didn’t spend as much time in the endless chaos as I thought,’ he mused. ’It seems I arrived almost at the same time as the others who were chosen.’ + +He had believed that he spent months in the endless chaos with Old Man First. The slow, heavy flow of time, the drawn-out conversations, the endless silence—it all gave that impression. + +But unknown to Max, Old Man First had accelerated the time in that region, bending the flow so that days stretched into what felt like months. Despite feeling as though he had stayed there for a long time, only a few weeks had passed in the outside world. + +Arriving at the square, Max’s gaze immediately shifted toward the very center of the Four God Nation. His senses spread out instinctively, and within moments he detected several familiar auras clustered together—Victor, Seraphina, Chris, Christine, and many others chosen by the six lords. Their presence told him he had indeed returned at the right time. + +"Max is finally here!" + +The shout came from one of the younger geniuses, and in an instant dozens of eyes turned toward him. The crowd of Divine Rank geniuses straightened with excitement. Many of them looked at Max with something close to admiration. His performance within the secret domain had shook them to the core. They had thought themselves talented, but Max had shown them a level of strength that felt unreachable. His arrival brought a wave of energy across the square. + +The elders, in contrast, wore solemn expressions. Several of them stepped forward and approached Max with respectful nods. Their gazes were steady, but the tension behind their eyes was unmistakable. + +"There is a meeting going on," one of the elders said politely. "We request your presence." + +Max could already sense the dense concentration of powerful auras gathered in the heart of the nation. He nodded lightly. "I understand." + +But before heading there, he turned his attention back to the elders. His expression remained calm, though a hint of steel entered his voice. "Tell me... what is the situation of the Middle Domain?" + +He remembered the humans he saw earlier—chained, beaten, forced to march like livestock toward something that would devour them. The image still lingered like a stain in his mind. He needed to hear the truth from the ones who remained here. + +The elders exchanged hesitant glances with one another. A heavy silence hung between them until one finally stepped forward and spoke, gathering the courage to answer. + +"The situation... has deteriorated beyond our expectations," the elder said slowly. "Most of the thousand regions have fallen to the demons or the ascendants. Their forces swept across the Middle Domain with frightening speed. Humans in those regions are either slaughtered or enslaved." + +The elder paused for a moment, his jaw tightening. "Only the territories governed by the overlord forces remain under human control, and even those lands are surrounded. The demons roam the Middle Domain freely now. Only a few isolated regions and the Four God Nation still stand without demon rule." + +Max listened without saying a word. His expression did not change, though inside he had already expected this outcome. After what he had witnessed in the forest—the chains, the fear, the hopelessness—he knew the devastation had spread far beyond what anyone wanted to admit. + +He offered no reaction, no outward display of anger or sadness. He simply turned and began walking toward the grand hall where the meeting was taking place. + +The elders stepped aside for him, bowing lightly as he passed through. + +The Middle Domain had descended into chaos, and the Four God Nation was now one of the last fortresses still resisting the tide. + +The center region of the Four God Nation was immense, filled with towering structures, ancient monuments, and defensive formations that pulsed with divine energy. Yet among all those grand sights, there was one place that stood out—a place set aside exclusively for gatherings of the highest importance. Every ruler, elder, and protector of the Four God Nation knew this place well. + +It was an open ground surrounded by stone pillars carved with the symbols of the four divine beasts. At the center of this open space lay a massive circular table, wide enough for more than a hundred people to sit around it comfortably. The stone chairs arranged around the table formed several layers, each slightly elevated, giving everyone present a clear view of the entire assembly. + +Originally, this grand platform was reserved only for discussions between the four ancient forces that made up the Four God Nation. Matters of state, border conflicts, and the rare alliances or disputes were settled here. No one outside the Four God Nation had ever been allowed to participate in these meetings. + +But today was different. + +The situation of the world had forced a change that none of the old traditions could resist. The demons had ravaged continent after continent, region after region. The ascendants were no less destructive. The thousand regions of the Middle Domain had fallen one after another, leaving only fragments of humanity scattered throughout the land. + +Because of this, the once-exclusive meeting ground had become something else entirely. It had become the last gathering place for the remaining hope of the human race. + +Hundreds of powerful geniuses, leaders, and survivors had gathered here today. The air was filled with tension, worry, and determination. The sacred ground felt less like a place for discussion and more like the war chamber for humanity’s final stand. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1239.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1239.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..caf4d71 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1239.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1232: Meeting - 2" +slug: "ch-1239" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1239 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1113 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment Max stepped into the meeting ground, every conversation stopped. Dozens of powerful auras shifted toward him at once. The leaders of the Four God Nation turned their heads. President William rose slightly from his seat. + +The only calm ones were the Old Saintess and the leader of the Black Lotus Guild among them. + +The mysterious master of the Obsidian Order narrowed his eyes. Lady Divine and the other guardians of the Middle Domain watched him with solemn interest. Even the geniuses seated around the outer circle straightened their backs, unable to hide the mixture of admiration and silent pressure they felt toward him. + +Max acknowledged them with a brief glance, but his attention did not linger on any of them. His gaze was drawn unavoidably toward one person seated at the head of the table, as if the entire meeting revolved around her presence alone. + +It was a black-haired woman who looked to be in her late twenties. She sat with a calm posture, her expression unreadable, but the weight she carried made even the leaders hesitate to speak before her. There was an aura of quiet authority around her, an aura that did not need to be displayed to be felt. + +The instant Max saw her, his entire body froze. + +He never expected—never even allowed himself to imagine—that she would be here. In all the years since he began searching for her, he had come to accept that she might never meet him in the mortal worlds. He had forced himself to accept the pain of that truth. He had told himself countless times that she was gone from his reach for now. + +But she was here. + +Sitting right before him. + +His big sister, Freya Voidwalker. + +For a brief moment, Max’s mind went blank. His breath stalled. His thoughts scattered. The emotions he had buried deep—the longing, the questions, the hurt, the resentment—all rose together like a tide smashing against a fragile barrier. He wanted to shout at her, to demand explanations, to ask why she left, to tell her everything he had endured, everything he had discovered. + +Yet as he looked at her across the table, he realized that none of those words mattered here. There was no point bringing personal emotions into a meeting that would decide the fate of an entire world. What he felt could wait. What this world faced could not. + +When he finally spoke, only one sentence came out. + +"I know a way to kill Mark." + +His voice was calm, but the words struck like thunder. + +Every leader of the Four God Nation rose from their seats. The elders of the Middle Domain stood up in shock. The guardians exchanged alarmed glances. A ripple of disbelief ran across the entire ground. + +"What way?" the leader of the Azure God Nation demanded, unable to contain his urgency. + +Max did not look at him. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Lucien, who sat beside Freya. Lucien stiffened slightly under the weight of Max’s stare.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Max pointed directly at him. + +"You should ask him," Max said, his tone steady. "He already knows the answer. He knows the only method to kill Mark once and for all." + +The entire gathering turned toward Lucien. + +Silence fell over the meeting ground like a heavy curtain. Lucien’s expression darkened, and for the first time since the meeting began, true tension filled the air. + +"Lucien, why are you hiding this information from us?" the mysterious leader of the Obsidian Order asked. His tone was solemn, and his eyes were fixed sharply on Lucien, demanding an answer. + +Lucien let out a long, tired sigh. His shoulders lowered slightly, as if the burden he carried had grown heavier. "Because revealing it would only bring the downfall of Acaris faster than ever," he said quietly. + +The leader of the White Tiger Nation slammed his hand on the round table. His face twisted with anger. "What do you mean by that? Hiding such information is the same as betraying humanity. If there was a way to kill Mark, then hiding it is unforgivable." + +Lucien lifted his gaze, looking around at each of the leaders seated at the table before his eyes finally settled on Max. There was a brief exchange of understanding between them before he began to speak again. + +"You all know," Lucien said slowly, "that Mark was once the crownbearer of this world. That crown is the source of his immortality. As long as he remains without the crown, he cannot be killed. That is why every attempt we have made so far has failed." + +He paused, letting the weight of his next words settle over the crowd. + +"But there is a way to kill a crownbearer," Lucien continued. "They can only be killed by someone who was born on this world. A native of Acaris. However, this is only possible under one condition. Mark must have the crown atop his head." + +The moment those words left his mouth, the entire meeting ground plunged into thick silence. + +Then chaos erupted. + +"What? Are you insane?" shouted one of the leaders seated at the round table. His face paled visibly. "Mark is already overwhelmingly strong. If he wears the crown, he will have the full authority of this world. We would lose instantly!" + +"This is madness," another leader said, shaking his head fiercely. "With the crown, Mark will not only be immortal, he will be unstoppable. His power will reach its true peak. Bringing out that crown is the same as inviting our own doom!" + +"Who would even dare to place the crown on his head?" another commented, his voice trembling. "It is a death sentence for all of us!" + +Voices clashed from every side. Panic spread among the lower-ranked geniuses and worry tightened the expressions of the middle-ranked leaders. The entire atmosphere grew heated, loud, and chaotic. + +But through all that, the top leaders of the Four God Nation and the surviving strong figures of the Middle Domain stayed silent. + +They exchanged glances with one another instead of joining the uproar. They all knew Lucien. He had never lied to them, not when the fate of an entire world was at stake. And if he ever tried to hide something or twist the truth, Max would have immediately exposed it. + +Yet Max had not spoken a single word since Lucien finished explaining. + +His silence alone confirmed the truth. + +The leaders felt their chests tighten as the reality settled in. + +The only way to kill Mark required giving him the one thing that would make him completely invincible. + +And there was no guarantee they would survive long enough to strike once that crown touched his head. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-124.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-124.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..136c9f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-124.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 124: Temple of Divine" +slug: "ch-124" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 124 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1219 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Do not get entangled with the North Region geniuses. They know no bounds," Aurelia warned. "If you need to be cautious about the geniuses from the South Region, then the ones from the North Region are the ones you should fear. If any conflict arises with them, work together with the West Region to sort it out. Understand?" + +Everyone nodded, their faces hard with seriousness. They understood that the geniuses from the North and South Regions were the two forces they needed to be cautious of, or things could quickly take a turn for the worse. + +’The South Region is like a world of criminals… but what about the North Region?’ Max wondered curiously. He wasn’t worried about the geniuses from those regions; rather, he was intrigued by the culture and customs of both. + +Max glanced around at everyone, noticing that they were busy with their own matters, and decided to keep himself occupied. + +He slowly entered the Dimension of Time and began training to improve the fusion of his two auras. + +--- + +Time passed, and the jet finally reached its destination and landed. + +Everyone, including Max, disembarked and found themselves standing in a grassy field. + +Not far from them stood four groups from the four major guilds. Each group had ten geniuses—seven at the Apprentice Rank and three at the Adept Rank—just like the Phoenix Order guild. + +"You people from the Phoenix Order are late as always," a middle-aged man with long golden hair and a heavy-built body walked over, his eyes scanning Max. He was the leader of the Lionheart Guild, James Garfield. + +Max felt a chill down his spine as he noticed the man’s glare. ’This old man… he’s looking at me like I’m some kind of prey,’ Max thought, silently smiling as he glanced at the leader of the Lionheart Guild.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +"The Temple hasn’t opened yet, so we’re all on time," Aurelia replied, her eyes darting toward the other three guilds. + +"Aurelia? Do you seriously need to bring a level 4 Apprentice Rank trash to this temple?" A mocking voice reached their ears. Many of those present didn’t need to see who it was; they knew all too well that it was Parker Benette. + +Max’s eyes shifted toward the Emerald Legion guild, where a middle-aged man with a thin build had just spoken. His face wore a sneering expression as he glanced at the geniuses from the Phoenix Order guild. + +Aurelia didn’t even look at the Emerald Legion guild. She turned her attention to the Knights of Valor guild. "How much longer until the portal opens?" she asked the leader of the Knights of Valor, Kate Hardy, famously known as Knight Kate. + +On the other hand, Parker fumed with rage at being ignored by Aurelia, but he did nothing and instead focused his sneer on Max. + +As for Max, he observed that the leader of the Knights of Valor was surprisingly a lady clad in white and golden armor, with long white hair. He hadn’t expected a guild focused on knightly honor to be led by a woman. + +Kate glanced at the geniuses of the Phoenix Order guild before meeting Aurelia’s eyes. "It will take ten more minutes," she replied calmly. + +Aurelia nodded and waited. + +Meanwhile, Max observed the geniuses from each guild and recognized some familiar faces, such as Nash from the Lionheart Guild and the two masked individuals from the Black Lotus Guild. + +Although he couldn’t see their faces, he instinctively knew they were the same individuals who had helped him during his battle with Veylin. He was sure of it. + +’It must be because of my bloodline,’ Max mused. One thing he was certain of—his bloodline was stronger than any member of the Black Lotus guild he had encountered so far. Stay updated with freewebnovel.com + +’Maybe I should visit the Black Lotus guild to check it out,’ a tempting thought surfaced in his mind. Though he wasn’t sure whether their intentions were pure, he was very interested in the inheritance of their bloodlines. + +"You’re Max, right? I challenge you to a fight," a young man appeared in front of the Phoenix Order guild and directly challenged Max. + +Max glanced at him and noticed he was one of the geniuses from the Emerald Legion. + +"Let the young ones have a go, since we’re already waiting," Parker’s sly face revealed his conspiratorial nature, his voice cold. + +Max looked at Aurelia, who gave a calm nod. + +Seeing he had permission, Max stepped forward with a cold sneer on his face. ’They underestimate me because of my low rank… I have to clear up their doubts,’ he thought slyly as he appeared before the youth. + +The young man, around 20 years old with black hair, looked at Max with a sneer. "I’m Harry." + +Max nodded and replied, "I’m Max." + +Harry grinned. "I’ll attack first." With that, his hands became covered in brown rocks, and he dashed toward Max. + +"Mountain Fist!" Harry shouted, slamming his fist into Max with all his strength. However, the sensation of his fist striking a face never came, nor did Max’s imagined scream. + +It was only a moment later that Harry realized his fist had been stopped barehanded by Max. + +"You!" Harry was shocked and immediately attempted to retreat, but he couldn’t free his hand from Max’s grip. + +"Why are you running so fast?" Max sneered, delivering a punch to Harry’s gut. + +"Aggh!" Harry coughed violently, his insides churning from the blow. + +Max grinned and landed another punch. + +"Cough." A mouthful of blood escaped from Harry’s mouth as his face turned pale. + +Everyone watching the battle was surprised, particularly those who had doubted Max’s strength. They found it hard to believe that someone at level 3 of the Apprentice Rank could easily defeat someone at level 10 of the Apprentice Rank. + +’This kid… he really is a genius,’ James, the leader of the Lionheart Guild, secretly praised Max. His eyes gleamed with admiration as he watched the fight. + +On the other hand, Parker fumed with rage, seeing his guild member being beaten so brutally. + +"Stop it!" he shouted. "This was supposed to be a friendly spar, but you, kid, with evil intentions, took it too far." + +Max glanced at him, then lifted Harry before sending him flying toward Parker. "Here, you can have him," he sneered as he walked back to his group. + +Parker caught Harry’s battered form and handed him to others to heal, his gaze turning angrily to Aurelia. However, he remained silent. He understood that it was his own decision to start the fight, and since they had lost, he couldn’t say anything further. + +"Armin, Roy, and Jordan, once you’re inside the temple and see an opportunity… eliminate Max. I don’t want to see him come out," Parker instructed the three strongest geniuses of the Emerald Legion, whose strength was at the peak of Adept Rank. + +They nodded calmly. + +Meanwhile, Kate Hardy, the leader of the Knights of Valor guild, kept glancing at Max from time to time. Having realized that a genius of his caliber was rare, she found herself increasingly curious about him. + +Just then, a blue bolt of lightning descended before everyone, revealing a blue-colored portal. It appeared just like a normal portal but everyone here knew that it was the portal leading to the temple. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1240.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1240.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..23b563c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1240.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1233: Meeting - 3" +slug: "ch-1240" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1240 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1021 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"This is true. That is the only way to kill Mark," Freya said. + +It was the first time she had spoken since Max arrived, yet her single sentence washed over the entire meeting ground like a command. Every voice that had been raised in panic or anger fell silent instantly. Even the elders who had served for centuries lowered their heads slightly when she spoke. Her presence alone radiated authority, and no one dared question her words. + +Max looked at her, unreadable emotions flickering in his eyes, then turned toward the others. + +"I believe this is our best chance to kill Mark," he said calmly after a moment of thought. "And I have reasons to think that even Mark himself is unaware of this weakness." + +President William leaned forward, frowning deeply. "What do you mean?" he asked. + +Max gave a faint smile, though his tone remained steady. "It is simple. Ever since Mark became the crownbearer of this world, he has not suffered a single defeat. Not once. He has never been injured, never been pushed into a situation where he might die. In his mind, he is completely immortal—an absolute being untouched by fate or danger." + +Several leaders nodded slowly as he continued. + +"Well, he did almost die one time when a being from another world almost killed him and split his soul before sealing into three different parts of the world." Lucien added from the side. + +"Yeah but aside from that he sees himself as the god of this world," Max said. "And to some extent, he is. But because of that pride, because of his overwhelming belief in his own indestructibility and immortality, he likely never bothered to consider that even he might have a vulnerability. The idea that he can be killed only under specific conditions probably never crossed his mind." + +Max raised his hand slightly, spreading his fingers as if presenting the truth before them. + +"That is our only shot," he said quietly. "We need to use the one weakness he doesn’t know he has." + +A heavy silence settled once again across the meeting ground. But this time, it was no longer filled with fear alone. + +It was filled with the faint spark of possibility—however terrifying that possibility might be. + +"I think everyone is forgetting one very important problem," Lady Divine said suddenly. Her voice was calm, yet sharp enough to cut through the tension in the air. "Where is the crown?" + +Her question silenced the room instantly. + +Every leader stiffened. Every genius turned pale. A heavy realization washed over them like cold water. + +Yes... where was the crown? + +Many of the people in this gathering had seen Mark in the past. Some had faced him. Others had observed him from a distance. Yet not one of them—across all the centuries and all the battles—had ever seen Mark wearing his crown. + +Why had he never revealed it? + +The doubt and fear that followed this question were visible on every face. + +"I know where the crown might be." + +Max’s voice broke the silence, drawing everyone’s attention back to him. His eyes were calm, but his tone carried certainty strong enough to steady the trembling atmosphere. + +Max continued speaking. "When Mark fought against that otherworldly being long ago, he should have worn his crown. That was the only time in his existence when he was pushed to the point of near-death. The being could not kill him, so he chose to seal Mark instead. But to seal someone immortal, he needed a method strong enough to suppress Mark’s soul." + +Max looked around the table before adding, "That seal split Mark’s soul into three parts. Each part was locked away in a different location. I have personally unsealed one of those souls in the past. That soul was tied to a sword—an artifact used by the otherworldly being during his battle against Mark." + +Whispers broke out, but Max continued before they grew loud. + +"If one fragment of Mark’s soul was bound to a sword," Max said, "then I believe the other fragments are also bound to specific objects. Without tying each soul to an artifact, sealing an immortal crownbearer would have been impossible." + +Max paused, letting the next part sink in. + +"And I believe one of those objects could very well be the crown." + +The weight of his words settled over the meeting ground. The crown was not lost. It was sealed. And if one sealed artifact had already been found, then the others—including the crown—must still exist somewhere within Acaris. + +A murmur spread among the leaders, but none dared interrupt. Even the rulers of the Four God Nation leaned forward, their expressions severe. + +Finding the crown was not just necessary. + +It was the key to killing Mark once and for all. + +"Everything you have said is useful," President William began, his voice steady but strained, "but what about the red cloud that seems to be devouring everything?" His expression tightened as he finally voiced the concern that had been pressing on him since the moment he arrived. "What do we do about that?" + +His words brought the entire meeting to a halt. + +Max became silent. His jaw tightened slightly, and for a moment he simply stood there, staring at the table without saying a word. + +He knew the truth. He had seen it up close. He had felt his body—tempered by divine dwarven power—begin to disintegrate under that devouring force. He had witnessed Mimi absorbing the world’s essence without even realizing she was doing it. + +He understood the endgame of this world. + +No matter what they tried, no matter how many strategies they planned, no matter how powerful the combined forces of the Middle Domain and the Four God Nation were, Acaris would eventually be reduced to nothing more than food for Mimi’s hunger. + +Once her hunger awakened fully, once the devouring spirit inside her took complete control, this world would cease to exist. + +It was a depressing end that awaited this world but Max could do nothing about it. He was simply powerless against a being whose very purpose was to devour worlds to satisfy her hunger. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1241.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1241.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acf61df --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1241.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1234: Meeting Freya Finally!" +slug: "ch-1241" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1241 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1190 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max remained silent, unsure how to reveal the truth about the dark red cloud. The leaders were already shaken by the reality of Mark’s immortality and the dangerous method required to kill him. + +If they learned that even defeating Mark would not save their world, if they learned that something far worse was already awakening—a force capable of consuming the entire planet—despair might swallow the last fragments of hope that remained in them. + +He hesitated, weighing the consequences. Should he tell them? Should he burden them with knowledge of a calamity that even he could not stop? + +His eyes drifted toward Freya. + +She sat with a calm, steady posture, her face unreadable. Not a flicker of change crossed her expression even when the red cloud was mentioned. Max studied her closely, and a suspicion formed in his mind. She was from the Divine Realm, just like him. She was older, wiser, and had lived through events far beyond what the people of Acaris could imagine. + +He had a strong feeling that she already understood the magnitude of the threat. She likely knew just how terrible the situation had become, even if she said nothing about it. + +"Let us first deal with the problem named Mark before turning our attention to anything else," Freya said calmly. Her voice spread through the open ground with quiet authority. "We have demons and nulls running unchecked across the Middle Domain, and Mark stands above them all. We cannot fight several catastrophes at once. Eliminating Mark must come first." + +Her calmness steadied the room, grounding those who felt lost. + +"It will take time before we can resolve every problem," Freya continued. "And in that time, I believe we may find a way to confront the other threat as well." + +She turned her gaze toward the leaders, her tone unwavering. + +"Our first priority is to retrieve the crown. Only with the crown in our possession will we have even a single chance of killing Mark. Everything else can come after." + +Her words carried a finality that no one dared question. + +Several leaders nodded, accepting her reasoning. Others exhaled shakily, relieved to have at least one clear direction. Even those who remained doubtful could not argue against Freya’s logic. Without the crown, all their struggles would be meaningless. + +With a few more exchanges between the leaders—mostly confirming strategies, assembling teams, and assigning responsibilities—the atmosphere slowly settled. + +Finally, the meeting was brought to an end. + +One by one, the leaders stood and left the open ground, carrying with them a mixture of fear, determination, and fragile hope. + +Max remained seated for a few moments longer, unable to shake the weight in his chest. + +He knew the truth. + +Even if they defeated Mark... + +There was still a storm waiting to swallow everything. + +"Max, come with me," Freya said gently. She did not raise her voice, yet Max felt an invisible pull guiding him after her. She walked toward one of the inner corridors of the meeting grounds, her steps calm and steady. + +Max took a deep breath before following her. Several elders exchanged curious glances as they watched them leave. Most of the people here had no idea that Max and Freya were siblings. To them, Freya was an unfathomable powerhouse from the Divine Realm, while Max was the rising genius of Acaris. Their connection was known only to a very small circle. + +Max said nothing as he walked behind her. His heart pounded rhythmically in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and pain building with every step. + +Freya led him into a secluded room deep within the core of the Four God Nation. The door shut behind them with a soft thud. The moment Max entered, he noticed the runes engraved across the walls. There were sound-concealing runes, spatial isolation runes, soul-severing runes, and several others he could not identify. It was the most secure room he had ever stepped into. Nothing spoken here could leak outside.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +Freya turned toward him with a faint smile. "I suppose you have many questions you want to ask," she said softly. "Ask anything you wish." + +Max clenched his fists, but instead of speaking, he stepped toward her and wrapped his arms around her. The hug was sudden, and Freya stiffened for a moment, startled. But then she relaxed. A warm smile spread across her face as she returned the embrace. She gently rested her hand on his back, as if comforting a child she had not seen in years. + +"I missed you so much," Max whispered. His voice cracked slightly. + +Freya closed her eyes for a brief moment and held him tighter. Despite everything Max had been through—battles, training, bloodshed, awakening world-shattering abilities—he still held onto the heart of a younger brother who simply wanted his sister. + +When they finally stepped apart, Max’s eyes had begun to glisten. He looked at her as if afraid she would disappear if he blinked. + +"There are so many things I want to ask," Max said softly. "So many questions I have been carrying with me. But... I think I can wait. Right now, I just... I am grateful you’re here. I thought I would never see you again." + +Freya reached out and gently patted his head. Her touch was soft, warm, and filled with a tenderness Max had longed for. "How could I not come to see you, Maxy?" she said in that familiar tone she always used in the past. "Look at you. You have grown into a strong young man." + +The use of his old nickname broke something inside Max. + +All the exhaustion he had kept buried, all the strain of carrying the weight of a dying world, all the frustration of constantly fighting alone—everything surged up at once. His composure shattered like fragile glass. + +"I can’t do this anymore," Max said as tears rolled down his cheeks. His voice trembled deeply. "I am so tired." + +Freya stepped forward and pulled him into another embrace, this time tighter than before. She rested his head against her shoulder, letting him cry freely. + +"You have done enough," she whispered gently. "You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore. I’m here now. No matter how far you go, no matter what you face... you will always have me." + +Max’s shoulders shook as he cried silently. Freya stroked his hair with steady patience, her expression softening—an expression she only ever showed to him. + +"I should have come sooner," she said quietly, her voice filled with regret. "I watched you from afar. I saw you suffer and grow. I should have come to see you long ago, but I had reasons. I didn’t want to pull you into anything too soon. But I am here now, and I am not leaving." + +Max held onto her tightly, as if afraid she would vanish. + +In that moment, the world outside did not matter. The demons, the nulls, Mark, the devouring cloud—everything faded away. + +What remained was only a sister comforting her broken brother. + +And a brother finally allowing himself to collapse into the arms of the person he had been searching for since the day he awakened his powers. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1242.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1242.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1607e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1242.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1235: Peace" +slug: "ch-1242" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1242 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1127 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max had imagined this moment countless times—standing before his sister, demanding answers, releasing all the frustrations he had buried deep within his heart. He wanted to ask why she left, why she never came to see him, why she allowed him to search and struggle alone for so long. + +He wanted to confront her about the loneliness, the heaviness, and the silent resentment that had grown quietly in the corners of his heart. + +But now that she stood before him, now that her warmth surrounded him again, he realized he could not bring himself to say any of those things. + +Was it cowardice? + +No. + +It was something else entirely. + +He could not hate her. No matter how much fear or anger or sadness lived inside him, he could not direct any of it toward her. Freya was his only family left in this world. She was the one thread of his past that still remained—fragile, distant, and yet irreplaceable. Even if resentment had taken root, it could never overpower the bond he cherished deep within his heart. + +In the end, all that mattered to him was family. + +Everything he had done—from the moment he awakened his powers, from every battle he fought, every hardship he endured—had been driven by one desire. He wanted to reunite with his family. He wanted to find Freya, to know she was alive, to stand beside her again. + +And now that she was here, standing before him, embracing him, comforting him... all the anger he had imagined evaporated. What remained was relief so deep it felt like the weight of years had been pulled from his shoulders. + +Now that Freya was found, only one goal remained. + +He needed to find their parents in the Divine Realm. He needed to bring their family together again. He wanted to stand beside them, speak to them, and finally complete the reunion he had dreamed of for so long. + +But as the thought crossed his mind, a quiet realization settled in his chest. + +Finding them would not be easy. + +The Divine Realm was vast, unpredictable, and far more dangerous than the mortal worlds. Their parents were not ordinary people. They were powerful, influential, and deeply connected to mysteries Max had not yet touched. Their whereabouts were unknown, hidden behind layers of secrets and forces beyond his current understanding. + +The path to reaching them would be treacherous. + +Yet as Max leaned slightly into Freya’s comforting embrace, as her warmth steadied his trembling heart, he felt a renewed determination rising within him. + +He had found his sister. + +He would find his parents. + +No matter how difficult it became, no matter what stood in his way, he would complete the reunion he had been chasing for years. + +Because family was the only thing he had ever truly fought for. + +Or so he thought. + +Even as Freya held him close, Max felt something else stirring inside him—something darker and far more unsettling. He realized that in truth, he had been drifting for a long time. He had fought battles, saved people, toppled enemies, and shouldered burdens, but there was no true direction behind those actions. He had been surviving, reacting, moving forward simply because he had no choice. + +The harsh truth was simple. + +He was lost. + +His will had been fading for a long time, little by little. The weight of the demons, the nulls, the sealed crownbearer, and now the devouring cloud had slowly drained him from within. The world he protected was drowning in chaos, and he no longer knew why he should protect it. + +Even if Acaris were to be swallowed whole by Mimi, he knew he would not feel much pain as long as he managed to protect Alice, Lenavira, and a few others he still held close in his heart. Beyond them, everything had begun to feel distant. + +He no longer knew what he was fighting for. + +That absence of purpose was a heavier burden than any wound or battle he had faced. It made every victory feel hollow, every decision feel empty. He had been walking without a destination, fighting without a reason—held together only by habit, obligation, and the faint memory of the family he once had. + +But now, standing in this sealed room, feeling his sister’s hand on his head, he felt something he thought had died long ago. + +Hope. + +Freya’s presence reignited something in him—a flickering flame that had been inches from being smothered by darkness. The possibility of finding their parents, the idea of restoring the family he had lost, the thought that he was not alone anymore... all of it breathed life back into the part of him that had grown numb. + +It was a warm, fragile hope, but it was real. + +And it brought Max a relief deeper than anything he had expected. His chest loosened. His breathing steadied. His heart felt lighter, as if the world’s crushing weight had lifted even if only by a little. + +For the first time in a long while, Max felt that he had something worth fighting toward—something worth surviving for. + +And that small spark was enough to break through the fog of uncertainty that had surrounded him. + +Slowly, a quiet sense of peace began to settle over Max—something he had not felt in what felt like ages. It was gentle at first, like a faint warmth spreading through his chest, loosening every knot of tension that had lived there for so long. The constant pressure that had weighed on him since the day he awakened his powers began to ease. + +His breathing grew steadier. His shoulders relaxed. The storm inside his heart, which had been raging endlessly without mercy, finally began to calm. + +It was the simple presence of family. + +Having Freya close, hearing her voice, feeling her hand on his head—all of it soothed the wounds he had carried alone for years. The fear, the exhaustion, the isolation, the crushing responsibilities... they faded one by one, washed away by the comfort of knowing he was no longer alone. + +Max’s eyelids grew heavy. The strength in his legs softened. The warmth surrounding him deepened, wrapping him gently like a protective cocoon. For the first time since his journey began, his mind did not buzz with worry or strategy. It did not race through solutions or dangers. Everything simply... quieted. + +He did not fight it. + +He let the peace carry him. + +His body leaned slightly toward Freya, and his eyes fluttered as the world around him blurred. The room’s runes glowed softly in the background, but all he felt was the steady, calming presence of his sister. + +Without realizing it, Max drifted into sleep—peaceful, calm, and unguarded. + +It was the first true rest he had allowed himself since the day everything began. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1243.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1243.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b954a61 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1243.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1236: With Alice" +slug: "ch-1243" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1243 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1189 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After spending time with Freya and speaking openly for the first time in years, Max felt as though his entire being had been reset. His mind, once clouded by heavy thoughts, now felt clear. His soul felt lighter. Every dark emotion that had been pressing upon him since his awakening seemed to dissolve, replaced by a strange calmness he had not felt in a very long time. + +He stepped out of Freya’s room with a fresh breath and an urge to meet Alice. He wanted to reassure her, talk to her, and perhaps simply spend a quiet moment together after everything that had happened. + +But just as he exited into the corridor, he noticed a familiar figure hiding poorly behind one of the pillars in the distance. + +Alice. + +She peeked around the corner repeatedly, glancing this way and that with a nervous expression, clearly searching for someone. Seeing her like that, Max felt the slightest hint of amusement flicker through him. + +"Let’s have a little fun," he thought to himself. + +He suppressed his presence completely and pulled out a rune paper along with a rune brush. His Black Soul stirred, guiding his hand with smooth precision. He drew a series of strokes—clean, elegant lines woven together with subtle complexity. The rune flared softly, and an illusion rune formed in his hand. + +Anyone with a soul weaker than his would see this illusion as reality itself. + +With a flick of his fingers, Max sent the rune behind Alice. It landed silently, and the illusion activated without delay. + +A few steps behind Alice, a perfect replica of Freya appeared—calm expression, composed posture, and an aura that radiated quiet authority. + +"You must be Alice. What are you doing here?" the illusion asked in Freya’s exact voice. + +Alice nearly jumped out of her skin. + +She stiffened completely, her shoulders trembling as she slowly turned around. When she saw Freya’s composed, unreadable expression, Alice’s heart nearly stopped. + +Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. "I–I was looking for Max," she stammered, her face turning red. + +From his hiding spot, Max covered his mouth to contain his laughter. Seeing Alice flustered this much was rare. + +"What business do you have with Max?" the illusion asked again, maintaining that perfectly calm tone Freya always used. + +Alice lowered her head even further. "I–I wanted to meet him. That’s all." + +Alice was one of the few who knew that Freya was Max’s sister. She remembered clearly that Max had once joined the Phoenix Order just so he could search for her. He had traveled across the regions with that single purpose in mind. Knowing this made the presence of Freya feel even more intimidating. + +In truth, Alice had no reason to be nervous in front of Freya, yet she couldn’t help it. Something about Freya’s presence—the quiet authority, the calm eyes, the overwhelming dignity—made Alice feel as though she were standing before a supreme elder whose approval actually mattered to her. + +Max, watching from the shadows, felt his smile widen. + +This was turning out to be far more entertaining than Max expected. + +But unfortunately, the illusion rune had its limits. No matter how perfectly it mimicked Freya—her voice, her aura, her expressions—it was still only an illusion. It would not last forever. The glow beneath the illusion’s feet began flickering, signaling the rune’s time was almost up. + +Before it dispelled completely, Max stepped out from his hiding place with a bright grin. + +"Are you looking for me?" he asked, amusement written all over his face. + +Alice jumped in shock. "Max...!" She clamped her hands over her mouth immediately, remembering she was talking in front of Freya. But when she turned around, the illusion began glowing with soft white light. The image of Freya flickered, broke apart into countless tiny light particles, and vanished. A rune paper fluttered gently to the floor in its place. + +Alice froze. + +Then realization struck. + +She turned slowly toward Max, her face twitching with disbelief. "Max Voidwalker... you are dead!" + +"W–Wait, Alice—!" Max burst into laughter as she charged toward him, flames appearing around her hands in anger and embarrassment. + +"Your face was priceless!" Max dodged her flames easily, laughing wholeheartedly. "I should draw it and hang it on the wall." + +"Max, stop running!" Alice shouted, but she was smiling through her flustered anger. Her cheeks were red, her eyes sparkled, and she chased after him with fiery annoyance. + +Max dodged one more flame blast, then vanished from sight for a moment. + +Alice blinked. "Where—?" + +He appeared right in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. Before she could react, he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her gently. + +"Let’s go," Max said softly. + +He shot into the sky with her in his arms, the wind rushing past them as they ascended through the clouds. + +Alice’s surprise faded into quiet laughter, then into a peaceful smile. The warmth between them grew naturally as they flew higher until the world below became small, distant, and silent. + +They spent a long time like that—talking, laughing, teasing. The heaviness that had clung to Max’s heart for so long felt lighter with every minute. Alice’s presence grounded him, steadied him, and reminded him that he was not alone in this world. + +As they drifted above the clouds, Max suddenly stopped laughing. His eyes softened as he looked at her. + +"Alice..." he said quietly. "What if the two of us just disappeared from this world?" + +She blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean?" + +Max looked toward the horizon. The sky was deep and endless, the world far below. His voice was tired but honest. + +"What if we go somewhere else... just the two of us? A world with no war, no demons, no nulls, no danger. No fighting, no destruction... only peace. A place where we could grow old and live a quiet life. Would you want that?" + +The question sank deep into the silence between them. + +Alice looked at him, her expression softening. For a moment, she genuinely imagined it—the two of them living somewhere far away from everything, somewhere untouched by chaos. + +"I would want that," she said gently. + +Max looked at her with surprise and hope. + +"But..." she added, her voice lowering, "we don’t have that privilege, do we?" + +The words pierced reality like a cold breeze. + +They both knew the truth. + +Their world needed them. Their people needed them. The ones they cared for needed them. They did not have the luxury to run away, no matter how much they wished to. + +Max nodded silently. "Yeah... we don’t." + +Alice leaned her head on his shoulder. "But it was a beautiful dream, even if it’s not possible." + +Max didn’t respond. He just held her closer as they drifted above the clouds. + +The rest of the day passed quietly. They sat together, watching the sun descend on the horizon, painting the clouds in shades of crimson and gold. + +They talked. + +They laughed. + +They shared moments they had both forgotten how to cherish. + +And for a few precious hours, Max felt peace—true, unbroken peace—as he and Alice watched the sunset from above the world. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1244.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1244.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..37c63cb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1244.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1237: To The Elven Kingdom" +slug: "ch-1244" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1244 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1119 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The next day, Max and Alice left without delay. Their destination was the Lower Domain, specifically the Elven Kingdom. Max carried Alice in his arms as they traveled through the sky, cutting across the vast lands of the Middle Domain. They flew swiftly, yet the scenes unfolding beneath them were impossible to ignore. + +Everywhere they looked, war raged. + +Cities smoldered with smoke that reached high into the clouds. Entire regions were torn apart by battles between humans, demons, and ascendants. They saw shattered fortresses, burning forests, frozen plains cracked open by chaotic energy, and once-peaceful villages now reduced to ruins. Screams, explosions, and the overwhelming scent of destruction filled the air like a storm spreading endlessly across the continent. + +There was no corner untouched. + +There was no moment of rest. + +The war had not stopped for even a heartbeat. + +Max watched silently as groups of human cultivators fought desperately against demonic hordes. Some fell. Some survived only to fall moments later. Others continued fighting with bloodied bodies, driven purely by the instinct to survive. Battles erupted continuously in every direction they looked. + +And for the first time in a long time, Max found his thoughts drifting into a dark place. + +"Is any of this worth it?" he wondered, his eyes lingering on a group of soldiers being overwhelmed. + +If the world was destined to be devoured by Mimi... + +If everything they fought to save would be erased... + +If no hope existed beyond delaying the inevitable... + +Then what were they fighting for? + +Would these people still struggle so fiercely if they knew the end was already sealed? + +Would they still choose righteousness and bravery if they realized they had no chance of survival? + +Would anyone? + +The questions spiraled through Max’s mind, deepening the heaviness he felt. He watched a mother shielding her child as demons closed in around them. He watched soldiers trying to hold a line with broken weapons. He watched cultivators with torn robes and drained energy launch attacks even as their strength faded. + +It was grim. + +It was heartbreaking. + +And it made Max wonder whether he had the right to let them fight when he already knew the truth that waited for their world. + +But he pushed the thoughts aside. + +He refused to let despair cloud his mind again. He had only just regained some peace. He could not allow himself to fall back into that dark pit. Not now. Not when so much rested on him. + +He exhaled slowly and forced his focus forward. + +Alice, sensing his shift in mood, placed her hand gently on his chest. She didn’t say anything, but the quiet comfort of her touch was enough to ground him. + +Before long, the chaos of the Middle Domain faded behind them, replaced by the calmer landscapes of the Lower Domain. Tall trees spread like emerald seas across the land, and ancient forests whispered with an energy untouched by war. + +Finally, Max and Alice descended, arriving at the gates of the Elven Kingdom. + +They had come here for Lenavira. + +Her body had recovered completely inside Max’s Dimension of Spirit. The curse that once tormented her had been erased from the root by the Lotus of Clear Serenity. Not even a trace remained. Her skin glowed with vitality, her aura was stable, and her life force was no longer flickering like a dying candle. + +Yet despite all of that... she still had not opened her eyes. + +Max sensed that her soul was trapped in a deep slumber, held down by remnants of darkness that even the lotus could not touch. He felt certain that only one place existed that could awaken her—the Divine Pond of the elves, the sacred water where elves resisted their dark selves and stabilized their souls. It was the only sanctuary he could think of that might bring Lenavira back. + +That was why he came here. + +The moment Max and Alice stepped into the Elven Kingdom, the atmosphere shifted. The lush emerald trees, the clean air, the ancient runes shimmering in the leaves—everything seemed calmer than the war-torn Middle Domain. And the elves recognized him instantly. + +"Max has returned!" + +"Max, how have you been?" + +"It is good to see you again!" + +Dozens of elves ran toward him with bright smiles. Some were young, some elderly, others in the prime of their strength. They circled around him with warmth and gratitude. They remembered how he revived the ancient forest, how he restored the heart of their land. To them, he was a benefactor, someone they respected deeply. + +Some invited him to their homes. Others offered him fruit and wine. A few simply bowed, tears of gratitude in their eyes. Alice watched this with a soft smile, seeing how naturally Max fit into the lively crowd. + +It was a wholesome moment—one that contrasted sharply with the chaos beyond their borders. + +Before long, two powerful auras descended from the royal palace. The crowd parted respectfully as the king and queen of the Elven Kingdom landed before Max. + +Elarion and Ava. + +Both wore expressions filled with guilt and sorrow. + +"We are sorry, Max," Elarion said, lowering his head. "We could not protect the Valora Continent." + +Max shook his head immediately. "You do not need to apologize. It was a surprise attack by the demons. No one expected it." + +He paused and added, "Besides, I am not here because of that." + +With a gentle motion, he brought out Lenavira’s body from his spatial ring. Her form was untouched by corruption, looking almost like she was peacefully asleep. + +Ava’s face changed the instant she saw her daughter. The queen rushed forward and carefully lifted Lenavira into her arms. Elarion’s expression tightened as he examined her from every angle. + +"What happened to her?" Ava asked, her voice trembling with worry. + +Max did not hide anything. He explained the curse, the events of the Middle Domain, the nulls, the curse, the Lotus of Clear Serenity, the complete removal of the corruption, and her current state of slumber. He spoke calmly but truthfully, leaving nothing vague. + +When he finished, Elarion and Ava were stunned. They took a moment to process everything. Shocked—because of how much she had suffered. Relieved—because the curse was completely gone. Grateful—because Max had saved her life. + +Ava held Lenavira closer, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Elarion rested a hand on his wife’s shoulder, trying to steady her. + +Max looked at them and said quietly, "I don’t know why she is still asleep. Her body is fine, her soul is stable, but something is keeping her from waking up." + +His words hung in the quiet forest breeze. + +He had brought Lenavira back. Now he hoped the elves could help her return to the world. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1245.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1245.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5d16f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1245.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1238: Hope" +slug: "ch-1245" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1245 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Ava gently placed her palm above Lenavira’s chest and released a soft, soothing flow of healing energy. Green light wrapped around Lenavira’s body like gentle vines, flowing into her skin and soul. Ava examined every corner of her daughter’s essence with the precision of a healer who had spent centuries mastering her craft. + +Max and Elarion watched silently. Alice held her breath, hoping for the best. + +After a few moments of continuous healing, Ava slowly withdrew her hand. The green light faded, leaving Lenavira looking peaceful and untouched. + +"She is fine," Ava said at last, releasing a breath she had been holding. Relief softened her worried expression. "Her soul is stable. The curse is gone. She only needs to reconnect with the essence of our elven bloodline. Once her nature aligns again, her bloodline will awaken fully, and she will return to her usual self." + +Max finally felt his shoulders relax. It was as though a heavy stone had been lifted from his chest. He had blamed himself in countless ways—because she was caught in the chaos between him and Mark. Knowing she would recover eased the guilt that had been quietly eating away at him. + +Ava lifted Lenavira into her arms with great care. "I will take her to the ancestral chamber," she said. Her figure lifted off the ground as she began flying toward the sacred location reserved only for bloodline awakenings and ancestral rituals. + +Max watched her go for a moment, then turned to Alice. "Let’s go too." + +Alice nodded gently, her eyes filled with concern for her friend. + +Max looked at Elarion. "Uncle, you won’t mind if Alice enters the ancestral chamber with us, right?" + +Elarion gave a warm smile. "You worry too much, Max. Both of you are more than welcome. Go." + +Max smiled back and reached for Alice’s hand. Her fingers curled naturally around his as he lifted them into the air. They soared toward the ancestral chamber together. + +Max had been here once before. He remembered the path clearly. The ancient trees seemed to lean slightly toward him as he passed, recognizing the aura of the one who had once revived their land. + +In a few minutes, they arrived at the entrance of the ancestral chamber. + +Two elven guards stood at the doorway. Both were Expert Rank powerhouses, their armor adorned with emerald markings and ancestral symbols. But the moment they saw Max and Alice, they bowed deeply. + +"Welcome, Lord Max. Welcome, Lady Alice." + +Max returned a polite nod. The guards stepped aside respectfully, allowing them to enter without hesitation. + +Together, Max and Alice crossed the threshold into the sacred heart of the elven kingdom, where Lenavira’s rebirth was about to begin. + +However, Max did not walk toward the sacred pond where Lenavira was being taken for her soul awakening. Instead, he gently tugged Alice’s hand and led her deeper into another section of the ancestral chamber. + +The air grew quieter the farther they walked. Ancient trees intertwined with smooth white stone, and faint silver lights floated like fireflies along the path. After a few minutes of silent walking, the corridor opened into a wide hall illuminated by soft green glow. + +At the center stood a massive statue. + +It depicted a tall elven woman with long, flowing hair that seemed to shimmer even in the stillness of stone. Her eyes were gentle, her posture elegant, and there was a serene warmth in her expression—as though she were watching over the entire forest. + +Alice paused, breath catching slightly. The woman carved in stone was breathtaking. + +Max looked up at the statue with a mixture of reverence and longing. Then he turned to Alice and spoke softly. + +"This is my mother."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Alice’s eyes widened. "Your... mother?" she repeated in surprise. She blinked a few times, trying to fully grasp his words. "She was an elf?" + +Max nodded slowly. "Yes. My mother was born an elf. When I came here for the first time, I found this statue. It responded to me when I touched it, and I awakened my inherited bloodline through it. That was how I confirmed everything." + +Alice stepped closer to the statue, her eyes running over the fine carvings that captured every detail—from the tilt of her head to the faint smile playing on her lips. "She’s beautiful," she whispered. "She looks like someone who would lift the whole world just to protect her family." + +Max’s expression softened. "She did," he said quietly. "And this statue... it’s connected to her life force." + +Alice turned to him, eyes widening again. + +Max continued, his voice calm but filled with a deep, quiet hope. "As long as this statue stands—untouched, uncracked, unbroken—it means my mother is alive somewhere in the Divine Realm. This statue is tied to her essence. If she ever died, this statue would crumble to dust." + +Alice raised her hand slightly, almost touching the stone but stopping just short. "So... she’s really alive?" she asked, her voice trembling with awe. + +"Yes," Max said, looking up at the statue with a faint smile. "She is alive. My father is too. And now that I’ve found Freya, all that’s left is to find them. That’s my goal... no matter how long the path might be." + +Alice looked at him with a soft expression—half admiration, half affection. She saw the resolve in Max’s eyes, the hope glowing in him for the first time in a long while. It made her heart tighten gently. + +"He must have loved her very much," Alice murmured, gazing at the statue again. "It makes sense now. Why you fight. Why you push yourself so hard. You’re not burden to save this world, you do it because that is the right thing... you’re just chasing your family in the end." + +Max smiled lightly. "Yes. Finding them gives me purpose. This statue tells me I still have a home out there. A family waiting for me." + +Alice’s eyes softened even further as she whispered, "Then we’ll find them, Max. Together." + +Max turned to her, warmth filling his gaze. + +In that quiet hall, before the statue of the mother he had never truly known, Max felt something he rarely allowed himself to feel. + +Hope. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1246.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1246.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0eb4d8b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1246.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1239: Mariona" +slug: "ch-1246" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1246 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Max stood beside Alice in front of his mother’s statue—sharing quiet moments, exchanging soft words, and feeling a calm he had not known in a long time—his expression suddenly shifted. + +Something dark brushed against his senses. Something violent. Something wrong. + +A presence so vile it twisted the air itself. + +Max’s eyes narrowed sharply. His aura surged cold. + +"Demons are here," he said, voice low and filled with dangerous intent. + +Before Alice could react, his figure vanished from the ancestral chamber in a burst of force so fast the runes on the walls trembled. Alice hurried after him, her own aura flaring as she chased him out of the elven territory and into the open skies of the Lower Domain. + +Beyond the edge of the Lost Continent, the world stretched into a vast, endless ocean. Waves shimmered under the sunlight, and the horizon was a seamless line of water and sky. + +Two figures stood above that endless expanse. + +One stood calmly atop the water’s surface, her feet touching the waves as if the ocean itself submitted to her presence. She was a demon—an elegant yet terrifying beauty—with dark crystalline patterns on her arms and long flowing hair the color of obsidian. Her aura was oppressive and monstrous, radiating power strong enough to suffocate lesser beings. + +She was a peak Divine Rank cultivator. Tenth level. One of the strongest in the demon race. + +Above her, lounged casually atop a thick cluster of clouds, was Balthazar. His posture was relaxed, one leg hanging over the edge as though he were enjoying a pleasant view instead of preparing for a confrontation. + +"Do you think he will show up?" the lady demon asked, her voice smooth but laced with malice. She looked up at the demon sitting in the clouds with a cold smile. + +"He should," Balthazar replied lightly. "My sources say he left the Middle Domain and descended to the Lower Domain. If he senses our presence here, he’ll come. Especially you—your aura is loud enough to draw him instantly." + +The lady demon smirked. "You better be correct."𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Balthazar tilted his head lazily. "Are you sure you want to fight him? I hear he’s very strong. If not the strongest human genius alive aside from Lucien." + +The lady demon chuckled, lifting a hand and letting a droplet of ocean water rise into the air before crushing it with her fingers. Her smile was cruel. + +"No matter how strong humans pretend to be, in the end they are nothing more than cattle to us. Aren’t they?" Her voice dripped with arrogance. + +"You’re absolutely right," Balthazar said with a sly smile of his own. His eyes glinted with cunning amusement as he looked toward the elven lands. + +"Let the cattle come." + +Just then, Max appeared before them—silent, composed, and cold. His arrival shook the air itself, and both demons instantly shifted their attention toward him. + +He looked at the lady demon first, then at Balthazar with a frigid glare. + +"Balthazar," Max said, his voice carrying a calm sharpness that cut like a blade, "I didn’t come looking for you... yet you deliver yourself to me." + +A mocking sneer curled on his lips. + +Balthazar only shrugged, pretending to be helpless. "What can I say? My subordinates can be very stubborn." He tilted his head toward the lady demon standing on the water. "Meet Mariona. One of my strongest people. She enjoys fighting. When she heard about you, she wouldn’t stop pestering me until I agreed to bring her here." + +Hearing that, Max turned his gaze fully toward Mariona. Her aura was indeed terrifying—dense, oppressive, brimming with killing intent. A peak Divine Rank expert. + +But to Max, her strength felt insignificant. + +She was powerful... but not to him. + +Max’s eyes returned to Balthazar, and he smiled—a bright smile, but one filled with unmistakable provocation. + +"Tell me, Balthazar. How many demon geniuses returned from the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain?" + +The words hit harder than any attack. + +Balthazar’s expression darkened instantly. + +Because the truth was a humiliation the demon race could not forget. + +Not a single demon genius had returned. + +When the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain opened, the demon race sent some of their strongest young elites, confident they would dominate. But when the portal reopened... none of them came out. At first, the demon race thought the secret domain was unusually cruel this time. They assumed the humans would also suffer massive losses. + +But then news spread—humans returned. Many of them. Stronger than ever, reaching peak Divine Rank all at once. + +Realization struck the demons like thunder. + +Their geniuses did not die because of the domain. + +They died because someone eliminated them. + +Someone from the human race. + +Every demon knew it... but they could not publicly say it. Not with Mark already showing a terrifying reaction when the truth reached him. Not with the higher-ups deciding to stay silent to avoid stirring the human geniuses further. + +Balthazar’s voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "You will regret this, Max." + +He raised a hand without taking his eyes off Max. + +"Mariona. Kill him." + +"My pleasure," Mariona replied with a wide, devilish grin. + +Her figure blurred instantly, moving so fast that even the ocean beneath her buckled from the pressure. She reached Max in a blink, her sharp demon claws aiming straight for his neck—fast enough to rip apart a mountain. + +But before her claws could touch him... + +The space around her hands rippled. + +The distortion spread like a calm wave. + +And then— + +Collapse. + +The very fabric of space folded inward, devouring her arms entirely. One moment her hands were there, deadly and poised to kill. The next moment, they were gone—swallowed by the void without leaving a trace. + +"What?!" Mariona gasped, horror flooding her face as she stumbled back. She reappeared dozens of meters away, staring at the stumps where her arms used to be. + +Her heart pounded wildly. She had never seen space behave like that. She did not even understand how it had happened. + +She only knew one thing— + +If it were her body instead of her hands, she would have been dead by now. And that thought terrified her completely. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1247.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1247.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5580174 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1247.md @@ -0,0 +1,130 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1240: Futile Efforts" +slug: "ch-1247" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1247 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Concept of Space is truly terrifying when mastered to a high level," Mariona said through gritted teeth. Despite the agony that flashed across her face, she forced a smile. + +A thick surge of demonic energy rippled around her, and in the span of a heartbeat, two new arms grew out from her shoulders. Flesh, bone, and muscle reconstructed themselves until her limbs looked untouched, as though they had never been severed. + +"No wonder they call you the genius with the strongest potential," she added with a cold smirk. + +Max didn’t even spare her a glance. + +His focus shifted entirely to Balthazar. His expression stayed calm, but his eyes held a sharp edge that made the air grow heavy. + +"Tell me, Balthazar," Max said in a quiet tone that carried danger. "What are the demons planning right now?" + +Balthazar chuckled lightly, his expression relaxed as if this entire encounter was nothing more than a casual conversation. "I would have told you if you were on our side," he replied. "But you aren’t, sadly." + +The smile he wore was playful, but his eyes carried a cunning coldness. He wasn’t taking Max lightly. Not anymore. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly. The demons hadn’t launched a full assault on the Four God Nation. That alone told him everything. They were planning something. Something large. Something that required time and secrecy. The demons rarely stayed quiet unless they were preparing for something dangerously significant. + +Finding their plan would have been difficult under normal circumstances. + +But as Max turned his gaze toward Mariona, his expression shifted. + +A small, dangerous smile touched his lips. + +Mariona, who had just been dismissed in the most humiliating way possible, felt her fury erupt. Being ignored in the middle of a battle was an insult she could not tolerate. Her eyes darkened, and her killing intent surged like a storm. + +"Do not think for a second that just because you severed my arms you can kill me so easily!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the ocean. + +Her aura exploded outward. + +A deep, suffocating darkness rose from her body—thick, heavy, and ancient. It wrapped around her like a second skin, swirling and condensing until her entire figure disappeared inside a cloak of shadows. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +Fourth Level Concept of Darkness. + +And she used it masterfully. + +The darkness around her was not ordinary. It bent the space around her body, warping the laws of the world in her favor. Space struggled to stabilize against the suffocating pressure radiating from her form. Within that cloak, her presence scattered, layered, and distorted. + +Even Max’s Fourth Level Concept of Space could not lock onto her position. That didn’t mean her concept of darkness was more powerful than Max’s concept of space. It was just that the concept of darkness she had mastered just happened to counter the natural concept of space. + +She had erased herself from physical perception and severed the threads that bound her to the surrounding space. + +Max could see her... but only the image of her shadow, not her exact body through his Three Dimensional Body. + +Mariona’s voice echoed from within the darkness—cold and delighted. + +"Let me show you why demons rule the battlefield." + +The cloak of shadows surged outward. + +Mariona moved. + +It was not speed. + +It was erasure of distance. + +One instant she was engulfed in her dark shroud, and in the next, she stood right before Max—her presence appearing without warning as though she had stepped out of nothingness. + +A sphere of pure darkness formed in her palm. It was small, no bigger than an apple, but its destructive nature twisted the air violently around it. The world itself trembled. + +This was darkness condensed to its purest form, devouring everything it touched. + +She thrust the attack toward Max. + +"Dark Abyss Collapse!" + +The sphere detonated. + +The world reacted violently. + +The ocean beneath them vanished. It did not explode. It evaporated into nothingness. The seabed cracked open. The land in the distance shuddered, split apart and rose into the air before collapsing into rubble. + +A crater hundreds of kilometers wide appeared where water once stood. + +The shockwave rippled outward, ripping apart clouds and tearing a visible scar across the sky. + +Darkness surged toward Max consuming his figure entirety. + +"Let me see you walk through this, Max Voidwalker!" Mariona’s laughter echoed through the devastation. + +When the explosion of darkness faded, the ocean calmed and the sky brightened again. Max stood exactly where he had been—untouched, unshaken, uninjured. Not even a single thread of his clothing was disturbed. + +Mariona stared at him in disbelief. Her eyes trembled. Her entire body weakened under the shock. + +"How is that possible?" she whispered, stepping back with fear twisting her expression. She had used her full power. Not just her strength, but her Concept of Darkness as well. That attack could reduce a mountain range to dust... yet it had done nothing. + +Not a scratch. + +"Is that supposed to do something?" Max asked lightly. + +He raised his right hand and positioned his fingers to snap. A moment later, he paused. His expression shifted as if he had caught himself doing something distasteful. + +"Damn... why am I acting like Mark?" Max muttered. + +He shook his head, dismissing the gesture. Then he pointed casually at Mariona. + +She panicked instantly. + +"No—!" + +But it was already too late.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +Black flames erupted across her body. They spread like a second skin, clinging to her entirely. And beneath the surface of those black flames, faint purple flames flickered—almost invisible, yet far more sinister. + +"Black flames?" Mariona gasped. + +She summoned her power of darkness and tried to extinguish them. She pushed her concept to the limit, her eyes glowing with demonic sigils. But it did nothing. The flames didn’t shrink or weaken. They didn’t even react to her efforts. + +Nothing changed. + +"What are these black flames?" Her voice shook, trembling with real fear. "I can’t extinguish them. They won’t go out!" + +Her fear grew into panic. + +She turned to Balthazar. "Do something! This flame is terrifying!" + +Balthazar frowned deeply. He raised his hand and used his own concept of darkness, releasing a wave of devouring shadows toward the flames. Even that failed. The black flames remained untouched. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1248.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1248.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..818f996 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1248.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1241: Demons Hiding Base" +slug: "ch-1248" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1248 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1082 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"So this is the true power of the black flames..." Balthazar whispered. His expression had finally turned solemn. "Just as the reports claimed." + +He reached into his spatial ring and took out a small jar. Its surface was engraved with ancient demonic inscriptions. He ran his finger across the carvings, and the jar trembled. + +A powerful suction force erupted from it. + +Almost instantly, the black flames around Mariona began to detach from her skin and flow into the jar like streams of dark smoke. + +Even Max paused, surprised. + +He had not expected Balthazar to possess something capable of absorbing that flame. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the flames swirl into the container. + +When the last trace of black flame vanished, Mariona collapsed to her knees, gasping. Her body was still damaged from the flames, but she had escaped death for the moment. + +"She must die," Max said quietly. + +He didn’t hesitate. + +He drew his sword.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +A single stroke cut through the air. + +Swish! + +Mariona didn’t even scream. Her body split cleanly into two halves. Her demonic regeneration started reacting, but before it could begin... + +Max vanished. + +He reappeared before the two halves of her corpse, his hands glowing with purple fire masked in black flames. He unleashed it in one smooth motion. The flames consumed her instantly. + +Purple light swirled. Black fire roared. + +In less than a second, Mariona’s body disintegrated entirely. + +Not even ashes remained. + +"It’s your turn, Balthazar." + +Max fixed his gaze on the demon above the clouds and raised his sword slowly. + +Before he could swing it, a narrow beam of radiant light descended from the sky and enveloped Balthazar. The light wrapped around him like a cocoon and vanished in an instant—taking him away with it. + +Max lowered his sword slightly. + +"Far-range teleportation?" he muttered. + +He closed his eyes, extended his senses as far as they could reach, and tried to trace the destination of the light. His consciousness spread through land, sky, and sea, but the trail slipped through his perception. + +The beam had been cast from an astonishing distance—far beyond his current spatial reach. + +Max let out a frustrated breath. + +"I need to comprehend the fifth level of the Concept of Space soon," he said quietly. + +If he could reach that level, his spatial mastery would rival Mark’s. He would be able to lock space so tightly that even teleportation rays would become useless. No one would escape his grasp. + +After a brief moment of silent reflection, Max disappeared from the ocean and reappeared inside the ancestral chamber with Alice. + +"Alice, stay here and wait for Lenavira to awaken," Max said gently. + +Alice looked at him, her expression filled with concern. "What are you going to do?" + +"Something that needs to be done," Max answered solemnly. "Don’t worry. I’m not doing it alone. Lucien will be with me." + +Alice nodded slowly and turned toward the sacred pool where Lenavira had been taken for her awakening. She gave Max one last look before heading deeper inside. + +Once she was inside, Max vanished from the chamber. + +He appeared at the top of the Tower of Truth, the winds howling around him. + +A moment later, Lucien stepped out of thin air and appeared beside him. + +"So, how did it go?" Max asked. His tone was calm but carried an undercurrent of urgency. "Have you all decided when to unseal Mark’s remaining two souls?" + +The crown was most likely sealed together with one of those souls. There was no other way the otherworldly being could suppress Mark’s immortality and tie his essence to objects without dividing his soul. + +But unsealing those objects also meant releasing two of Mark’s souls. + +It meant making Mark even stronger. + +It meant pushing the world closer to collapse. + +Yet this was the only path available to them. + +Max’s expression grew solemn as he waited for Lucien’s answer. + +"Three months," Lucien said, his tone heavy and resolute. "In exactly three months we will unseal the soul trapped inside the Tower of Truth first. After that, we will head for the Celestial Beast Temple and unseal the third and final fragment of Mark’s soul." + +Max’s brows tightened. + +Three months. + +Three months was long enough for the world to change completely. Long enough for alliances to break. Long enough for demons to move. Long enough for disaster to spread like wildfire across Acaris. + +"Three months..." Max repeated quietly, feeling the weight of those words settle on him. + +Lucien noticed his expression and asked, "You look troubled. What did you learn?" + +Max exhaled slowly before answering. + +"I gathered some intel on what the demons are planning... and it isn’t good." + +Lucien’s expression sharpened. "What intel? I’ve searched the entire Middle Domain, Lower Domain, and even the lower sectors connected through ley lines. I couldn’t find a single demon base. It made no sense at first." + +He paused for a moment before continuing. + +"Then I realized something. The demons aren’t hiding in this world. They’re living in the secret domain where the Ascendants reside. That place is linked to Acaris through Mark’s power. They can enter whenever they wish, but we cannot trace them. Our scouts can’t find them. Our spies can’t follow them. They vanish as if they never existed." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +"A secret domain tied to this world where Ascendants live..." + +That description triggered a memory. + +A vivid one. + +He remembered the sky of Valora Continent cracking open. A long, jagged tear appeared like the world’s skin being peeled away, revealing the darkness beneath. From that tear, a small army of Ascendants descended—cold, emotionless, and terrifying. + +They had come for him. + +And among them was Cain, the supposed vice leader of the Ascendants, second only to Mark. That man had placed a mysterious mark on Max’s left hand—a twisted sigil that glowed faintly with an otherworldly light. + +At the time, Cain had said something unforgettable: + +"If you ever wish to meet Mark... burn this mark. You will be teleported before him." + +Max lifted his left hand slightly and looked at the faint mark that still rested there. + +It had been given to him long ago. He had almost forgotten about it amid the chaos, cultivation, and battles. Now he wondered whether it would still work. Whether Cain had deceived him. Whether it was a trap or a doorway. + +Focusing on it, he murmured to himself, "So the demons are hiding there..." + +A place outside the reach of this world. + +A place only connected through Mark. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1249.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1249.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ad1267 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1249.md @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1242: Truth to 5th level Concept" +slug: "ch-1249" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1249 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1081 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What intel were you talking about?" Lucien asked, his tone calm but undeniably tense. + +Max took a slow breath before answering. His voice grew heavier with each word. + +"The demons are planning to summon a Demon General," Max said. "From what I gathered, this Demon General isn’t from Acaris or any mortal world. He belongs to the demonic army in the Divine Realm itself. If they succeed in summoning him, his strength will be far beyond anything this world can handle." + +Lucien’s expression darkened. + +Max continued, "Their plan is to use this Demon General’s power to melt the mortal world. They want to liquefy the landmass of Acaris and use the essence released to locate a drop of the True Origin Devil Blood. They want to obtain it before the entire world gets devoured by—" + +He stopped abruptly. + +He met Lucien’s eyes. + +Lucien understood instantly. + +"Devoured by that calamitous spirit?" Lucien completed his sentence. His voice carried the weight of cold realization. "Freya warned me about this earlier. She didn’t tell me the exact details, but her expression told me enough." + +He shook his head slowly, helplessness flickering behind his eyes. + +"It is depressing for this world," Lucien said quietly. "First the nulls and Mark. Then the demons became a plague. Now a calamity capable of devouring entire worlds awakens right here. And on top of all this, the demons want to summon a Demon General from the Divine Realm..." + +He looked out at the distant horizon, as if trying to see the fate of Acaris written in the sky. + +"I don’t know what will become of this world," Lucien admitted. "Every time we think we’ve reached the worst disaster possible, something even more catastrophic appears. It feels as if the fate of this mortal world is already sealed." + +Silence wrapped around them for a while. + +A heavy silence that made the air feel colder. + +Max had no words to answer that grief-filled truth. Even he felt, deep within, that this world was cursed. Too many disasters. Too many catastrophes unfolding together. Too many futures collapsing at once. For any ordinary world, even one calamity was enough to destroy everything. Yet Acaris carried several on its shoulders, each one powerful enough to erase continents. + +Humanity could barely handle one. + +Let alone all of them. + +"If the crownbearer of this world wasn’t corrupted... maybe this world would have had a chance," Lucien said softly. + +Max remained silent. He did not disagree. + +After a moment he finally spoke. "I’ll be training in the Tower of Truth for the next three months. When the time comes to unseal the second soul, I’ll be there." + +Lucien nodded and turned to leave. But before he vanished, Max suddenly asked: + +"By the way... have you mastered any concept to the fifth level?" + +Lucien paused. A faint smile touched his lips as if he already understood the reason behind the question. + +"Fifth level concept?" he repeated. "I see what you’re planning." + +He nodded to himself. + +"Yes, I have mastered one concept to the fifth level. My concept of dream." His eyes reflected a strange depth for a moment. "I won’t go into details about how that concept ties into my powers, but I can tell you this... due to the broken ascension tunnel, due to the destroyed spatial domain of this world, the laws here are incomplete." + +He looked toward the sky as if observing something invisible. + +"If the ascension tunnel hadn’t been destroyed, the link to the Divine Realm would have kept the laws of this world stable. Concepts would still function correctly. But now... the laws are fractured, malformed, barely holding together. Under these conditions, reaching the fifth level of any concept is almost impossible." + +Lucien lowered his gaze back to Max. + +"At least for most people." + +A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. + +"But not for us." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "Us?" + +Lucien’s smile widened. "Yes. By ’us,’ I mean beings who are blessed by this world. People whose potential does not belong to the mortal level. People who push against the world’s limits simply by existing." + +He stepped closer. + +"And you, Max... you are just like me. Someone whose talent and power exceed what a mortal world can contain. Someone chosen—whether by fate or by chaos—to surpass the limits of this realm." + +He pointed toward Max’s chest. + +"That means you might be able to comprehend a fifth-level concept. It won’t be easy. It won’t be smooth. And the world itself will fight against you." + +Lucien’s voice deepened. + +"But it is possible for you. Your potential is that high."𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +Max nodded quietly. That was all he needed—confirmation. + +If Lucien had been unable to comprehend even a single fifth-level concept, then Max would have carried a seed of doubt in his heart. That single doubt could have become poison later. A hesitation like that could slow him down, trap him, or even prevent him from reaching the fifth level entirely. + +Now that doubt was gone. + +Lucien’s achievement proved it was possible. + +Difficult, but possible. + +Max thought of the words he had heard from countless elders and leaders. Every one of them had said the same thing: + +The fourth level was the absolute limit of this world. + +The laws were broken. + +The ascension tunnel was gone. + +The connection to the Divine Realm had been severed. + +The world’s laws were damaged beyond repair. + +Because of this, no matter how talented these beings were, not a single one of them had been able to cross that boundary for thousands of years. They had cultivated endlessly, studied concepts endlessly, meditated in isolation endlessly... only to touch a wall that refused to move. + +Not one success. + +It showed just how impossible the fifth level was for the people of Acaris. + +But Max was not bound by the same limits. + +Nor was Lucien. + +Nor was Freya. + +This world rejected them, feared them, and yet relied on them. + +And because of that, they stood above its limits. + +"Alright, I will be going," Lucien said. His voice echoed faintly in the wind. + +Then his figure disappeared, fading like mist. + +Max closed his eyes for a moment and calmed his breathing. He pushed away every distraction—the demons, the devouring spirit, the world’s fate, Mark, everything. For now, one goal mattered more than anything: + +Comprehending the fifth level concept. + +In the silence of that resolve, Max’s body flickered. + +A breath later, he appeared inside the deepest secret chamber of the Tower of Truth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-125.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-125.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49a0406 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-125.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 125: A Blob of Slime" +slug: "ch-125" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 125 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Everyone enter the portal at once and heed my warnings," Aurelia said to the geniuses of her guild. + +They nodded solemnly. + +Following that, the geniuses from all five guilds began entering the portal one by one. + +"It will be difficult for them this time," James muttered, his sharp gaze flicking toward Aurelia and Kate. + +Kate smiled, her confidence radiating. "Facing geniuses from across the world is the challenge one should strive for. I believe the geniuses of our region are not inferior to those of the other regions." + +Aurelia gave a slight nod of agreement. "You’re right. Every single one of them has the potential to rank among the top. Their efforts and training will determine how far they rise." + +"I completely agree," said the leader of the Black Lotus Guild, stepping forward with a measured smile beneath his mask. "The Temple of Divine is a crucible where the strong are forged. This is the perfect opportunity for them to prove their worth." + +James turned to him, his expression hardening as he issued a cold warning. "Your guild had better not try to betray any of the others this time. If you do, the consequences will be severe." + +The masked man chuckled softly, his tone smooth and unbothered. "Tell me, James, has the Black Lotus Guild ever backstabbed your guild before?" + +James’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his silence confirming the guild leader’s implication. + +With a low chuckle, the masked man turned to Aurelia and Kate. "This temple is a place where legends are born—or where ambitions are crushed. It’s where geniuses will either rise as dragons or sink into obscurity among the sea of mediocrity." + +As his words lingered, the glowing portal before them began to close, its shimmering light fading as the last of the geniuses stepped through. + +Stay connected via freewebnovel.com + +Kate’s gaze followed the vanishing portal, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Let’s see how they fare. Will they soar as dragons… or drown in the tide of mediocrity?" Her eyes shifted to the sky, reflecting a flicker of anticipation. + +--- + +Max found himself falling downward when he entered the portal. "What the hell?!" He was shocked. He was falling through an endless black sky. + +Looking around, he saw everyone who entered with him also falling, their faces desperate. Even those at the Adept Rank could do nothing but fall. + +Max frowned as he saw the situation and used Wind Float, only to realize he couldn’t stop the fall. "I’m being pulled downward by some force," he muttered, then stopped any further attempts to resist, believing it was all part of the temple’s workings. + +"MAX!" + +Just then, a loud voice tore through the distance and reached his ears. Everyone else also heard the voice as they turned to the side, where they saw another group of geniuses falling just like them. + +"MAX! I will kill you!" + +There they saw a young man with messy black hair shouting. Lightning danced all around his body as wings made of lightning appeared behind his back. + +With that, Veylin soared, separating from his group midair, and moved toward Max. They couldn’t stop falling, but they could fly around while descending. + +"Veylin…" Max grinned as he saw him and drew his sword. It began to glow with red and blue light as he activated both Level 1 Sword Aura and Flame Aura at a 3% fusion state. He soon added the strength of 15 Draconic Essences. + +"Damn! Is he crazy or what?!" One of the members of the Phoenix Order guild exclaimed in shock. + +Anton frowned when he saw that but didn’t say anything else. + +"Look at that!" Someone shouted, pointing at Max.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Hundreds of small and regular-sized swords appeared in the air beside Max as they merged one after another to form one long blade. + +Max grinned as he held the regular sword in his left hand and the long sword in his right hand, sneering at Veylin. "Come." + +However, before they could meet, the scene before them changed, and everyone found themselves standing on a white tile slab. + +Max and Veylin were no exception. What’s more, they found themselves in their base state, as if the power-ups they had just used hadn’t happened at all. + +However, what was worth noticing was that Max found only Apprentice Rank geniuses with him. All the Adept Ranks were nowhere to be seen. + +Moreover, they seemed to be inside a white hall, in front of a monolith. + +"I’m certain everyone was falling with me, but only a few of us are here," Max muttered, observing the situation. + +Noticing the number of people, he was sure that every Apprentice Rank genius from all four regions was present. + +"Everyone, welcome to my master’s humble abode," a small blob of water floated in front of them, its childlike voice reaching everyone’s ears. + +"What is that? Is that a spirit?" + +"I don’t know, but to be honest, it looks like a slime to me." + +"From the looks of it, this spirit seems to be handling things here." + +The blob, which resembled a slime, looked around at the geniuses with big white, round eyes and introduced itself. It pointed its stick-like hand at itself. "I am indeed a spirit, but you can call me Blob." + +Everyone stared blankly at the blob of slime, hearing its name, wondering if something was wrong with the slime or if they were just not enlightened enough to understand the sarcasm behind the name. + +The blob of slime danced around in the air, noticing the doubtful faces of the geniuses. It fumed. "Humph, don’t give me that face. I know Blob isn’t the greatest name, but a name is a name. What can I do about it?" + +It coughed and continued, "I am the overseer of the entire temple, so you better show respect to me, otherwise…" An evil arc of a smile appeared on its blob-like face. + +Seeing that not many seemed affected by its threat, it shamelessly continued, "Anyway, the monolith in front of you determines how many auras you can comprehend or how many auras your body is attuned to." + +It pointed at the monolith. "The higher you climb on that monolith, the more chances you have of attuning to more auras." + +Just then, one of the geniuses asked, "What does attuning have to do with comprehending auras?" + +The blob gave him a proud smile, a smirk on its face as it explained, "The more auras you’re attuned to, the higher your chances of comprehending more auras. In simple terms, if your body is attuned to fire and water auras, you’ll be successful in comprehending them." + +It added, glancing at them with a pitying look on its slime-like face, "Since most of you haven’t comprehended an aura here, at least some of you will have a better understanding of which aura to focus on." + +"This area is for those who have comprehended Level 1 auras and for those who haven’t comprehended one yet?" Max asked, glancing at the blob. + +The blob’s eyes darted towards the gray-white-haired boy as it nodded. "Correct. This temple has five floors. Three floors are dedicated to the three laws, and the last two floors are secrets. You’ll only know about them when you reach those floors." + +It glanced at the geniuses and said enthusiastically, "Now, get on with yourselves and start climbing the monolith. It’s big enough to support everyone here at the same time." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1250.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1250.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cfab253 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1250.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1243: No Shortcuts" +slug: "ch-1250" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1250 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Max stepped into the secret chamber, a soft golden radiance gathered in front of him. The light twisted gently until it formed the familiar figure of the tower spirit. + +"Master, you are here," Xolo said with respectful calm. + +Max nodded once before asking his question. "Tell me something, Xolo. Do you sense the presence of something inside the Tower of Truth that shouldn’t belong here?" + +Xolo’s glow flickered faintly, almost like a shiver of discomfort. + +"I do sense it," the spirit replied. "It feels dark. Corrupted would be the correct word. But..." its voice lowered in confusion, "for some reason, I do not have access to the place where that presence is sealed. No matter how many times I try, I cannot enter that space or see within it." + +Max absorbed those words silently. + +"I see." + +That confirmed everything he suspected. + +Only he could reach the location where Mark’s second soul was sealed. The tower had accepted him as its master, which meant the barriers that existed for everyone else—including Xolo—did not apply to him. + +Yet something about this situation felt deeply wrong. + +Even with his expanded senses, even with the Tower’s absolute acceptance of him, Max could not see the exact place within the tower where the corrupted presence hid. His consciousness moved through every chamber, every hidden room, every formation in the structure. He could see all of them as clearly as if he stood in each one. + +All except one. + +There was a missing piece, a part of the tower that refused to be observed. Not invisible, but shielded by something only Mark’s soul could generate. + +And Max knew that if he pushed just a little more—if he fully extended his senses—he could break into that hidden area. He had felt it once before, when he first arrived at the Tower of Truth long ago. He had almost stepped into that forbidden place out of curiosity. + +Almost. + +If Lucien hadn’t stopped him, Max might have unintentionally unsealed two of Mark’s souls that day. + +A mistake that would have doomed the world far earlier. + +Now he stood once again in front of that invisible line, knowing he could cross it whenever he wished. + +Knowing it was dangerous. + +Knowing he would eventually have to cross it anyway. + +Shaking his head lightly, Max shifted the topic. + +"Xolo, do you know about the broken laws of this world?" he asked. "How no matter how hard someone trains here, they will always be limited to the fourth level of a concept unless they are chosen by the world or blessed in some way?" + +"I do know," Xolo replied. Its golden light dimmed and brightened slowly, as if recalling ancient memories. "There was a time, long before the ascension tunnel broke, when the people of this world could ascend freely to the Divine Realm. At that time, many cultivators reached the fifth level in their concepts. They were much stronger than the current leaders of the Middle Domain." + +It paused before continuing. + +"But now, I rarely sense anyone with a fifth-level concept. Only one such being exists in this world at the moment... the one you visited in the Elven Kingdom. Aside from her, I have not sensed a single trace of a being who has comprehended that level." + +Max smiled slightly, though there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Is there any other way I could be exempt from these rules? Maybe my title as a Primordial would help?" + +Xolo’s glow flickered with a dejected softness. "It would not work, Master. The comprehension of any concept is tied directly to the laws of the world. Since this world’s laws are broken, incomplete, and unstable, they cannot support the natural rise of a fifth-level concept. The title of Primordial does not change that." + +Max let out a long, low exhale. "I see." + +Even though he expected that answer, it still disappointed him. A part of him hoped that the Primordial title—which had given him so many advantages, so many breakthroughs, and so much authority—might bend the rules here. + +"Alright," he said, accepting reality with a resigned sigh. "I thought as much." + +His expression steadied again as he gathered his focus. + +If he wanted to reach the fifth level, he would have to do it the hard way. + +Through force. + +Through will. + +Through tearing open a path by himself where the world offered none. + +The Tower of Truth fell silent around him as Xolo waited for his next command. + +"Stand guard outside," Max said in a steady and solemn tone. "I will be training here for some time. If anything unusual happens outside, you must call me immediately." + +Xolo bowed its glowing head. "Understood, Master." + +Its golden light faded as it slipped out of the secret chamber, leaving Max alone in absolute silence. The stone walls around him pulsed faintly with ancient runes that responded to his presence. The air felt weightless, almost as if the entire chamber had been carved out of stillness itself. + +Max lowered himself to the floor and sat cross-legged. + +He closed his eyes. + +"Fifth level concept of space..." he murmured quietly, letting the words slip into the still air. + +He activated the Void Genesis Art. + +A deep, unfathomable calm surged through his meridians. His mind traced back to the moment in the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain when he had met the Void Monarch—one of the greatest masters of space to have ever lived. + +He remembered the Monarch’s exact words. + +"I have left something for you. A sphere of comprehension containing the seed of Spatial Dominion, the fifth-level concept of space. I have also left the complete comprehension of Spatial Collapse, the fourth-level concept, so you may grow without stumbling." + +Max breathed slowly, letting the memory settle into him. + +"I have three months," he whispered. "Three months here means thousands of years in the Dimension of Time." + +He opened his eyes briefly. + +Three months in the real world. + +Three thousand years in the Dimension of Time. + +He tightened his fists slightly. + +"I should be able to comprehend the fifth level concept through the Void Genesis Art." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1251.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1251.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..61a76fc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1251.md @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1244: An Obstacle" +slug: "ch-1251" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1251 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The sphere of comprehension left by the Void Monarch was his only shortcut. Without it, he would have to stumble through countless experiments, countless meditations, countless failures to grasp even the smallest fragment of the fifth-level concept. + +Without the sphere, mastering Spatial Dominion could take tens of thousands of years in the Dimension of Time. + +The chamber grew colder as Max sank deeper into meditation. + +The runes on the walls flickered. + +The space around him softened, then distorted. + +And the power of the Void Genesis Art surged like a quiet tide as Max’s consciousness reached toward the hidden sphere of comprehension within the Art. + +This was the moment everything would change. + +If he succeeded, he would rise above the world’s limits. + +If he failed... the world might fall before he ever got a second chance. + +Max drew in a steady breath and let his consciousness sink deeper into the Void Genesis Art. + +There, at the center of that infinite darkness, floated a small sphere of light. + +It looked simple. + +Peaceful. + +Almost harmless. + +But Max knew this was no ordinary sphere. + +This was the sphere of comprehension left behind by the Void Monarch—containing the seed of the fifth-level concept of space, Spatial Dominion. + +He extended his consciousness toward it. + +The moment he touched it, a wave of resistance hit him. + +The sphere felt... distant. + +It was right in front of him, yet it seemed impossibly far away. + +It responded to his presence, yet it behaved as though it did not belong to him. + +It flickered with recognition one moment and turned utterly foreign the next. + +Max frowned deeply. + +Even with all his experiences, even with the Void Monarch’s inheritance flowing through him, the sphere felt vague—like a whisper he couldn’t fully hear. + +He focused harder. + +Space twisted. Time trembled. + +And yet the sphere refused to stabilize. + +He pushed deeper. + +The sphere flickered again, its form warping in and out of his perception.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +Sometimes it appeared crystal clear, glowing like a miniature star made of pure spatial laws. + +But in the next heartbeat, it turned hazy, blurry, intangible—almost as if it was slipping through his fingers and fading out of existence. + +"This is strange..." Max muttered inside his sea of consciousness. + +He tried again. + +He extended his spiritual sense around it, enclosing it like a cocoon. + +The sphere vibrated gently, recognizing him... then immediately shifted, becoming faint again, as if a transparent wall separated them. + +It felt like trying to grasp water with bare hands. + +No matter what he did, it slid away. + +Why? + +Why was the fifth-level sphere so unstable... + +when the fourth-level sphere of Spatial Collapse had been unbelievably clear and solid? + +He remembered vividly—Spatial Collapse had revealed itself to him like a perfectly carved sculpture. Every detail was precise. Every law was distinct. The comprehension flowed into him like a river. + +But this fifth-level seed? + +It felt broken. + +Blurry. + +Incomplete. + +Max’s brows tightened further. + +There was only one logical explanation. + +"...Is it because of this world’s broken laws?" he wondered aloud. + +It made sense. + +This world’s ascension tunnel was shattered. + +Its spatial domain was damaged. + +Its conceptual laws were crippled. + +The world couldn’t sustain or support a fifth-level concept. + +Let alone guide someone to comprehend it. + +The sphere of comprehension existed, but the environment around Max was rejecting it. + +Even though the sphere originated from the Void Monarch, the world itself was interfering with its clarity—twisting, blurring, suffocating it. + +This was making the task incredibly difficult. + +Max clenched his fists. + +He could feel the sphere resonating with his Void Genesis Art. It wanted him to grasp it. It wanted to be understood. + +But every time he reached for it, something unseen pulled it away. + +"It’s like it’s with me... and not with me at the same time," he murmured quietly. + +He steadied his breathing. + +This wasn’t going to be simple. + +Not even with the Void Monarch’s help. + +Not even with a thousand years inside the Dimension of Time waiting for him. + +The broken world itself stood between him and the fifth-level concept. + +Max closed his eyes again, tightening his resolve. + +He would have to break through the world’s rejection. + +Force the laws to accept him. + +And drag the fifth-level concept of space into himself... even if the world refused to let him. + +As the years slipped by inside the Dimension of Time, Max continued to meditate on the flickering sphere of comprehension. Bit by bit, he absorbed fragments of understanding. Tiny insights. Fleeting moments of clarity. + +But none of it ever settled properly. + +None of it ever formed a stable foundation. + +Something felt wrong. + +Not slightly wrong—but fundamentally wrong. + +It was as if every step forward carried the weight of an invisible resistance, a constant drag that pulled him back. No matter how deeply he focused or how many times he reconstructed the laws in his mind, something continued to interfere with the way he approached the fifth-level concept. + +Max opened his eyes and exhaled slowly. + +He stopped cultivating entirely. + +He didn’t force the sphere. He didn’t push the Void Genesis Art. He simply sat still and allowed his mind to retrace every step he had taken. + +"Something I’m doing... is slowing me down," he murmured. + +He replayed the moment he mastered the fourth-level concept of space. It had been simple—almost natural. The sphere the Void Monarch left behind had been sharp, complete, and resonant. His soul had responded immediately to it. Everything aligned. + +So why was the fifth level so different? + +What changed? + +He followed the thought backward. + +Back to the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. + +Back to the path of time. + +Back to the moment he severed his existence from the flow of time. + +Then realization struck him. + +"Different?" he whispered. "Right..." + +His eyes sharpened. + +"This body of mine is no longer bound by the flow of time. When I comprehended the fourth-level concept of space, I had not severed time yet. I was still connected to causality. My body was still flowing normally with the world." + +Now, however, everything was different. + +He had stepped out of time. + +His existence no longer followed the world’s rhythm. + +But that raised a troubling question. + +"Why is the comprehension of space slowing down because of this?" Max frowned, confusion filling his mind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1252.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1252.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1005c22 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1252.md @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1245: Connection of space and time" +slug: "ch-1252" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1252 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The concept of space and the concept of time were housed in separate soul-bodies. + +Time belonged to his Time Body. + +Space belonged to his Main Body. + +The pathways were separate. + +The laws were separate. + +The cultivation routes were separate. + +He had severed time only from the one body that cultivated time. + +The other should not have been affected at all. + +So why...? + +Why was space being dragged down by a decision made in the path of time? + +He clenched his fists. + +He severed the flow of time to avoid the law of causality from interfering with his comprehension of the temporal path. That decision had been correct. Necessary. It is what allowed him to comprehend the concept of time. + +But now it was hindering him. + +"Why? Space and time are different..." Max muttered. "Different bodies. Different laws. Why is one influencing the other?" + +The chamber around him remained silent, but Max could not ignore the suspicion growing in his mind. + +Maybe the answer was simple. + +Maybe the world was broken. + +The laws were incomplete. + +The flow of space and time was fractured. + +Nothing behaved as it should. + +And if the world itself was damaged... then the interactions between concepts would be unpredictable. + +Max pondered for a long while, letting countless thoughts circle through his mind like drifting stars. Nothing made sense. Nothing matched the logic he knew. + +Until a single idea surfaced. + +A risky one. + +A strange one. + +But worth testing. + +He opened his eyes. + +"Let’s try something." + +Swish! + +With a single thought, a ripple passed through the Dimension of Spirit. + +His temporal clone emerged from within—stepping out of the temporal layer like a reflection made solid—and sat down directly across from him. Both of them sat cross-legged, facing each other in perfect symmetry. + +The two pairs of eyes met. + +Their senses overlapped instantly. + +Their minds aligned without effort. + +"Damn..." Max’s original body muttered softly. "The combined perspective I get from both my original self and my temporal body is insane." + +The temporal clone smirked faintly. "It definitely is." + +Max couldn’t help but smile. + +It felt like holding a ball in one hand... and simultaneously feeling it in the other hand. + +Two different bodies, two different existences, yet one consciousness flowing between them smoothly. + +"Alright," the original body said, voice calm and determined. "It’s time to test the theory I have." + +He closed his eyes once more and focused on the sphere of comprehension—the seed of the fifth-level Concept of Space left behind by the Void Monarch. + +He pulled it toward him. + +He let it hover in his mind. + +He pushed his awareness into it, trying to stabilize it. + +At that exact same moment, the temporal clone also closed its eyes. + +The clone began comprehending the fifth-level Concept of Time. + +Unlike space, time flowed naturally through the clone’s existence. Time had been its very foundation since the day it was born. It had awakened with the essence of an entire world fused into it, along with Max’s soul and the pure flow of temporal laws. Because of that, it had already pushed the Concept of Time to the fourth level long ago without suffering the same hindrances Max’s main body faced. + +The reason for its super fast comprehension speed was simple. The fusion of the entire planet essence which was still in its embryo form and Max’s flow of time created a vessel which was perfect for time laws. + +Because of this, for the clone, comprehending a concept—even one at the fifth level—was not difficult. It was merely the next logical step in its path. + +And so... + +Two bodies. + +Two laws. + +Two comprehensions occurring simultaneously. + +Yet one mind watching both. + +The original pushed toward Spatial Dominion. + +The clone pushed toward Temporal Dominion. + +And slowly... Max felt the strange link between them become clearer. + +Clearer than ever before. + +As the link between his original body and temporal clone grew clearer, Max felt something shift—something subtle yet profound. + +It was as if a veil had been lifted. + +Suddenly, his perception of space expanded. + +His senses sharpened. + +His understanding deepened in ways he had never experienced before. + +The sphere of comprehension no longer felt distant and vague. + +It felt closer. + +Clearer. + +Almost within reach. + +His grasp of the concept of space felt as though it had multiplied countless times. Every thread of spatial law inside the sphere trembled under his awareness, no longer blurring or fading as it did before. It was responding to him naturally, harmonizing with him through the connection he shared with the temporal clone. + +But that clarity came at a terrifying cost. + +Max had to divide his mind perfectly. + +The original body was comprehending the Fifth-Level Concept of Space. + +The temporal clone was comprehending the Fifth-Level Concept of Time. + +Both were doing it simultaneously. + +And both belonged to him. + +He had to maintain total separation between the two. + +If even a single strand of spatial comprehension slipped into the temporal path... + +If even a single thread of temporal law contaminated the spatial path... + +The Law of Causality would hit him like a cosmic hammer. + +"It’s like writing a letter with one hand while drawing a complex picture with the other," Max thought grimly. "But the difficulty is on a cosmic scale." + +He felt the pressure building on his soul. + +He felt the strain of keeping two minds perfectly separate yet perfectly synchronized. + +He felt the weight of balancing two impossible tasks at once. + +If his control faltered even for a moment, he would crumble. + +Max tightened his focus. + +He was fortunate—extremely fortunate—that his soul was at the level of the Black Soul. + +Its stability, depth, and resilience allowed him to maintain the dual mental processes without breaking apart. + +Even more fortunate was the precision he had developed through his rune brush mastery. + +That mastery gave him absolute control. + +Control over intention. + +Control over thought. + +Control over soul-separation. + +Without those foundations, he doubted he would be alive attempting this. + +Most beings in existence would collapse under such pressure. + +Most would lose themselves to madness. + +Most would never even attempt comprehending two fifth-level concepts at the same time. + +Max grit his teeth and poured all his focus into maintaining the balance. + +Two bodies. + +Two minds. + +Two concepts. + +One soul. + +And with each passing moment, the link between space and time grew clearer... + +And the path toward reaching the Fifth Level became more visible than ever before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1253.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1253.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8abdbf2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1253.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1246: A Steady Comprehension" +slug: "ch-1253" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1253 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Max began to feel the fifth-level concept of space taking shape within his mind. + +The scattered fragments of spatial law that once drifted like mist now moved with purpose, aligning themselves in delicate patterns he had never been able to perceive before. + +Each passing moment revealed another layer of meaning, another hidden rhythm that pulsed beneath the structure of reality. The progress was painfully slow, yet undeniably steady, and for the first time since he began this comprehension of 5th level concept, Max felt a genuine sense of advancement. + +Even though he knew that fully grasping the essence of Spatial Dominion was still incredibly difficult, he could also sense that it was not beyond reach. The difficulty did not stem from his talent or comprehension but from the broken laws of the world that constantly resisted any attempt to ascend beyond the fourth level. + +Without the interference of this fractured world, he might have already crossed the threshold. Yet the resistance only strengthened his resolve, because resistance meant he was close enough for the world to fight back.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +With each breath, Max reminded himself that he was not alone in this process. The sphere of comprehension left behind by the Void Monarch guided him like a silent teacher, stabilizing his mind whenever it wavered and revealing glimpses of the higher truths hidden within the concept of space. + +He could feel the sphere pushing against the limitations of the world, its clarity battling the distortions caused by incomplete laws. + +Alongside this, the temporal clone continued to refine the fifth-level concept of time, drawing from its innate connection to temporal laws. Between the two bodies, years passed by like flowing water. Time became irrelevant, swallowed entirely by the sheer number of moments he dedicated to understanding the deepest foundations of existence. + +With almost infinite time and the sphere of comprehension supporting him, Max believed that it was impossible for him to fail. Difficult, yes. Maddening, certainly. But failure no longer felt like an outcome he needed to consider. + +At the heart of this attempt lay a challenge far greater than comprehending space or time individually. Max had realized early on that the two concepts had to be comprehended simultaneously. + +They were independent laws, yet bound by a hidden synergy that only revealed itself when both were pursued together. If he allowed one path to progress too far ahead of the other, the delicate equilibrium would collapse, and the law of causality would strike him with devastating force. + +There could be no mixing of the two, no accidental overlap, no drifting thoughts from one law into the other. He had to maintain absolute separation between the minds of his original body and his temporal clone while ensuring that the two laws climbed upward in perfect harmony. + +This balancing act was far more terrifying than any enemy he had ever faced. Yet Max understood that this was the only way forward. + +To break the limits of a broken world and reach the fifth level, he had to walk a path no mortal or immortal being of Acaris had ever walked. And with each passing moment, with each revelation gained from space and each ripple shaped within time, Max stepped closer to creating a power that neither this world nor its laws could contain. + +And just like that time flowed meaninglessly within the Dimension of Time. Days dissolved into months, months into years, and years into centuries as if they were no more than grains of sand slipping through an hourglass that never emptied. + +Max sat unmoving, one body wrapped in the vast silence of spatial laws while the other drifted through the endless currents of temporal essence. + +The Dimension of Time amplified every moment into eternity, allowing his thoughts to stretch without limit, giving his mind the freedom to explore depths that no mortal or immortal of Acaris could ever hope to reach. + +As the first decade passed, his understanding of the fifth-level concepts only flickered at the edge of clarity, a distant horizon that seemed to draw closer and yet never arrive. But Max persisted without faltering. + +Each revelation, each subtle shift in perception, built upon the last. His spatial comprehension began to form patterns that transcended structure and symmetry, revealing the underlying intent of space itself. + +At the same time, the temporal clone moved through time’s essence, watching every ripple, every distortion, every memory embedded in the flow. Their combined perspectives sharpened each other like two mirrors reflecting infinity. + +After a century, Max no longer saw space as a mere distance or emptiness. He began to perceive the invisible threads that bound existence together. + +The walls of the Dimension of Time breathed with quiet pulse-like movements whenever he meditated on Spatial Dominion, and he could sense the fundamental fabric of reality shifting ever so slightly around him. + +The sphere of comprehension, once distant and vague, now glowed with unprecedented clarity, responding to him as though it were a long-lost piece of his soul returning home. It guided his senses toward subtleties he had never imagined, teaching him to dismantle and rebuild space with a precision that rivaled creation itself. + +Meanwhile, the temporal clone uncovered layers of time so profound they felt impossible. It learned to observe time without flowing in it, to feel time without being bound by it, and to step into memories as though they were living worlds. The two bodies formed a harmony that no being had achieved before. + +Two centuries passed, then three, and slowly Max felt something give way. The resistance of the broken world—ever present, ever suffocating—began to weaken within the Dimension of Time. + +The laws outside could not enter here completely, and the purity of the Void Monarch’s sphere of comprehension began to dominate his cultivation. + +Max’s understanding of space expanded until it felt limitless, as if he were no longer comprehending a concept but embracing a fundamental truth. Space cracked open before him like a vast ocean revealing every hidden current. + +In the same moment, the temporal clone felt time opening as well. Time separated into layers, each with its own rhythm, its own resonance, its own truth. The clone moved through them smoothly, no longer restrained by the fragility of causality. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1254.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1254.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cfa3cf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1254.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1247 - 5th level concept of space and time" +slug: "ch-1254" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1254 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1129 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Then, without warning, it happened. + +A deep pulse echoed through Max’s soul. + +It was not violent. It was not abrupt. It was simply vast, boundless, and final.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +Space folded around him gently, responding to his will before he even consciously commanded it. + +Max inhaled sharply, realizing that the sphere of comprehension had become completely transparent, its final lesson merging seamlessly with his existence. + +He had comprehended Spatial Dominion. + +Pure, absolute control over the fifth-level Concept of Space. + +In the same instant, across from him, the temporal clone trembled as countless streams of time converged upon it. Every era, every heartbeat, every possible future compressed into a single, silent moment. When the light faded from its body, the clone opened its eyes slowly, the depths of its gaze no longer bound by linearly moving time. + +It had comprehended Temporal Dominion. + +The fifth-level Concept of Time. + +Max’s two bodies sat perfectly still, the air around them pulsing gently with the combined presence of space and time in their purest forms. + +His consciousness breathed through both at once, and for the first time in his life, Max felt as though he were truly walking beyond the limits of this world—beyond the broken laws, beyond the suffocating boundaries of Acaris, beyond everything that once held him back. + +He had achieved what no one in this world had accomplished for countless ages. + +He had mastered the fifth-level concept of space. + +He had mastered the fifth-level concept of time. + +"Finally..." Max whispered, and the sound of his own voice carried a tremor of excitement he could not suppress. The change inside him was not subtle. It was not mild. It was not something that could be mistaken for a slight increase in strength. It felt as though he had stepped into an entirely different existence. + +The space around him no longer appeared as empty stretches between points or the silent distance between objects. He could feel every layer of it, every fold, every subtle vibration that connected one point to another. The air itself hummed with possibilities. + +With a simple intention he could sense the countless pathways space could rearrange into, each one bending according to his will. The sensation was overwhelming yet strangely natural, as if he had always been meant to see the world this way. + +He knew, without needing to test it, that he could manipulate space with absolute precision. It would obey him, respond to him, shape itself to his desires without the slightest resistance. Space was no longer something he used. It was something he commanded. + +The temporal clone sitting opposite him felt something just as profound. Its connection to time did not feel like a river flowing forward anymore. Time had expanded into a boundless ocean around it, full of hidden tides and swirling depths. + +It could sense the echoes of past and future layered one over another like living tapestries, each one clear, tangible, and waiting to be reached. The fifth-level concept of time gave him an understanding so sharp that it bordered on unnatural. + +Moments no longer felt linear; they spread out like threads in a loom, each one accessible with the right touch. The clone understood that if it so wished, it could shift through these threads, alter them, freeze them, accelerate them, or tear them apart entirely. + +With this level of mastery, the very idea of what he could do in the mortal world bordered on the impossible. Even the smallest action he took would be enough to bend the flow of reality in ways this broken world had never witnessed. + +"Fifth-level concepts truly are a world apart from the fourth..." Max murmured. His voice was filled with awe and a hint of disbelief. He had comprehended the fourth-level concepts of both space and time long ago and at the time he had felt powerful, capable of bending the world’s laws more skillfully than most beings alive. + +Yet the feeling he had now was incomparable. The fourth-level concepts merely improved his control. They sharpened his abilities, refined his techniques, and expanded his senses. But they never made him feel like the embodiment of the laws themselves. They never made him feel like he was part of the fabric of existence. + +The fifth-level concepts changed everything. + +With Spatial Dominion, Max felt as though the entire world rested on a blueprint he alone could read. Every line, every fold, every boundary was his to interpret and reshape. With Temporal Dominion, the clone felt the very rhythm of existence beating beneath its grasp, each moment waiting for him to decide whether it should be preserved, altered, or destroyed. + +The difference between the fourth and fifth levels was not a step. It was a chasm. One that separated those who used laws from those who wielded them as their own essence. Max understood, as his two bodies breathed in perfect harmony, that he had crossed the threshold that defined the limits of this broken world. + +He was no longer bound by its restrictions. + +No longer held back by its fractured laws. + +No longer a cultivator struggling against impossibilities. + +He had become a master of space and a master of time. + +"There is still half a month left. I should comprehend the fourth-level lightning concept during this time and attempt the fifth-level sword concept as well," Max murmured as he slowly rose from the depth of his earlier comprehension. Even after touching the fifth level of space and time, he had no intention of slowing down. + +His eyes turned inward, tracing the paths of his remaining laws. His lightning concept was still at the third level, lingering behind the others. It had always been a natural part of his combat style, but unlike space and time, he had never received a focused inheritance or trial for it. + +There was no lightning trial inside the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain or even if there was one he had been unfortunate to find even one, and as a result, his lightning comprehension lagged behind his other concepts and failed to match the standard of his current power. + +His sword concept, on the other hand, was already at the fourth level, and even that alone made him overwhelmingly strong. Yet Max knew better than to be content. His sword had always been more than a weapon; it was an extension of his will and one of the pillars of his fighting style. + +To him, increasing his sword concept to the fifth level was not a luxury but a necessity. With all the catastrophes looming over the world and his enemies growing more monstrous by the day, having a single weakness or unrefined path could easily lead to disaster. Strength in one law was no longer enough. He wanted dominance in every law he cultivated. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1255.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1255.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c14376a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1255.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1248: Curse of the Lost Continent" +slug: "ch-1255" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1255 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1135 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With that thought, Max stepped back into the Dimension of Time and sank into silence once more. His original body focused on the path of lightning while the temporal clone focused on deepening the 5th level concept of time it had just comprehended. + +Time stretched endlessly, offering him all the space he needed to refine, polish, and breakthrough. + +Outside, half a month slipped by quietly—though "quiet" was only true on the surface. The skies above the Lower Domain began to change. One after another, powerful auras descended from the heavens, each one sharp enough to split mountains and each one strong enough to suffocate the weak. + +Their arrival shook the world as if the very air quivered under their presence. Most of these auras converged upon the Lost Continent, hovering above the Elven lands like ancient guardian stars. + +The elves and humans of the Lost Continent trembled with anxiety. After what happened to the Valora Continent, after seeing that land fall into ruin under demonic attack, the sudden descent of so many powerful beings set their hearts pounding with dread. Many feared another calamity, another invasion, another disaster darkening their skies. + +But Elven King Elarion calmed them with steady words. He assured them that these were not enemies but allies—great figures from the Four God Nation and other powerful human forces who had come for a crucial reason. He told his people that the world was preparing for a turning point, and the presence of these powerful beings was a necessary step toward confronting the final danger. + +Although fear lingered in their hearts, his words brought relief to many. The atmosphere shifted from dread to cautious hope as the people of the Lower Domain awaited whatever event was about to unfold. + +---- + +The leaders of the Four God Nation, the surviving leaders of the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain, and the remaining high-ranking figures from every corner of the human domain gathered one after another in the Lower Domain, all converging toward the Lost Continent. + +Their arrival shook the skies with waves of power, and the surrounding oceans churned beneath the pressure of so many Divine Rank experts assembling in one place. + +Yet despite the sheer concentration of power, not a single one of them stepped into the territory of the Lost Continent. They hovered in the air outside its boundaries, forming a vast ring of defenders and observers around the ancient land. + +Even though many of these experts had the strength to command mountains and reshape rivers, they held themselves back with visible caution. + +None dared cross the line. + +The curse of the Lost Continent was something every living being on Acaris knew, feared, and respected. It was not a legend, not a rumor, not an old fairy tale spoken around campfires. It was a truth carved into the bones of this world. No being above the Expert Rank was allowed to set foot on that land. + +Anyone who attempted to do so would be punished instantly and without mercy. The Tower of Truth, the ancient artifact that presided over the laws of the Lost Continent, would smite the intruder with lightning so powerful that even a Divine Rank expert would be reduced to ashes in a heartbeat. + +There was no resistance, no negotiation, no second chance. The Tower did not discriminate. It did not reason. It simply executed. + +Many powerful cultivators, drunk on their strength or fueled by arrogance, had tested this curse in the distant past. Divine Rank experts had attempted to challenge it, believing that their cultivation would protect them. + +Experts from ancient times once believed they could force their way through by overwhelming the Tower with sheer power. Every single one of them had died the same way—instantly, without leaving a single fragment of their soul behind. + +Their ashes had been scattered across the ocean as a grim reminder of the immovable law that protected this land. + +The Tower of Truth held absolute authority over Acaris. It was one of the few structures older than civilized history, existing long before the Four God Nation, long before the human era, long before the ascendants or the demons. + +Even Mark, with his status as the crownbearer of the world and his near-godlike authority, did not dare step into the Lost Continent personally. + +Despite knowing that one of his souls was sealed within the Tower of Truth, he had never attempted to force his way in. The risk was too great. The Tower existed outside the normal boundaries of this world’s power hierarchy, and even Mark understood that one wrong move could injure him permanently—even as an immortal crownbearer. + +The terror of the Tower’s curse was woven into the collective consciousness of every being on Acaris. And so, the skies outside the Lost Continent were filled with countless powerful figures, yet the land remained untouched, silent, and sacred. + +It was one of the reasons the demons never touched the Lost Continent. + +There had only ever been one person in the entire history of Acaris who could freely walk into the Lost Continent as though the curse meant nothing, and that person was Lucien. His existence alone defied everything that scholars, rulers, and cultivators understood about the workings of the Tower of Truth. + +None of them knew how Lucien achieved such a feat. He never explained it, and they never pressed him for answers because one wrong question might expose something dangerous or sacred. Instead, they accepted this miracle for what it was, quietly acknowledging that they were fortunate to have at least one being capable of stepping foot inside the cursed land. + +The leaders gathered outside the Lost Continent often discussed the matter among themselves, but no explanation made sense. Some theorized that Lucien possessed a fragment of the Tower of Truth’s core authority. + +Others believed that he carried a blessing from an ancient entity, perhaps even something left behind by the previous era. Some whispered that he had inherited a power that originated from the beginning of the world. + +There were also those who suspected that Lucien himself had a connection to the creation of the curse, although such ideas were spoken only in the privacy of their own thoughts. No one dared to entertain any theory too loudly, whether out of caution or out of respect for a man whose power already overshadowed the strongest among them. + +For now, speculation did not matter. What mattered was that he existed. In a world where everything felt as though it was spiraling toward destruction, having even a single figure who could bypass the strictest law of the Lost Continent was an immeasurable relief. + +Because only by setting foot in the Lost Continent could they hope to retrieve the second soul of Mark which had been sealed into the Tower of Truth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1256.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1256.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..99b492d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1256.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1249: Lucien’s Observation" +slug: "ch-1256" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1256 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped out of the Tower of Truth in complete silence, yet the moment he emerged, the entire world felt different. He inhaled once, and the breath carried with it the taste of countless Divine Rank auras gathering far beyond the horizon. + +They were impossible to miss now. From the shores of the Lost Continent, an ocean of powerful energy pulsed like a heartbeat, steady and enormous, radiating urgency through the land. + +Max felt it instantly. That concentration of strength could only mean one thing. The time had come. The unsealing of Mark’s second soul—an action that would alter the fate of Acaris—was about to begin. + +Lucien stood waiting at the base of the Tower as though he had sensed the precise moment Max would appear. His expression was calm, but there was tension coiled behind his eyes. He studied Max for a heartbeat before speaking. "You are here." + +Max walked toward him, his steps light but his aura deep enough to make the surrounding air tremble. "It seems the demons are also curious," he said. "They sensed how many Divine Rank experts came to the Lower Domain. Their presence is scattered around the perimeter, hidden but unmistakable. They are watching." + +Lucien nodded with a thoughtful look. "It would be strange if the demons did nothing. A mass gathering of humanity’s strongest inside the Lower Domain will definitely make them restless. They will act one way or another." His gaze shifted to Max again, sharper this time, lingering as though analyzing something subtle. + +"But you," Lucien said quietly, "you seem different compared to three months ago." + +Max lifted a shoulder in a casual gesture. "Do I?" + +It was clear he had no intention of explaining anything. He simply pretended not to notice the weight behind Lucien’s observation. + +Yet Lucien continued watching him, and his eyes gradually narrowed. Something about Max’s presence tugged at his instincts. It was not his energy or physical strength. It was something deeper, something that existed beneath the surface. + +A faint pressure, subtle yet undeniable. It caressed the world in a way that did not belong to mortals. + +’This aura... it was not here three months ago,’ Lucien thought. Back then, Max had been powerful, terrifying even, but he had still felt grounded in the limits of the world. + +Now he radiated something entirely different. A faint sense of dominion shimmered around him, silent yet oppressive, as though he was resonating with the same forbidden realm that only two other beings had touched. + +Lucien had only ever felt this sensation from Freya and Mark. + +A rare feeling. A presence shaped by law rather than cultivation. A step toward something that the world itself could not offer. + +And now Max carried that same presence. + +Lucien’s gaze sharpened further, carrying both awe and unease. + +’Three months... and he grew to this degree.’ + +He did not speak the rest aloud, but the thought sank heavily into his heart. Max’s progress had already exceeded the boundaries of what should be possible in a broken world like Acaris. Even Lucien, a world-blessed genius who defied mortality, could sense that Max had changed in ways most beings could never understand. + +And that realization left Lucien with only one conclusion: + +Max Voidwalker had stepped into a realm of comprehension or strength that only the most terrifying figures in history had ever reached. + +"Should we begin?" Max asked quietly. + +Lucien shook his head. "The others must be notified first." + +Max nodded once. In the next instant, both of them shifted through space and appeared on the broad coastline where nearly every major human leader had gathered. The moment they materialized, dozens of Divine Rank auras stiffened in recognition. + +The leaders of the Four God Nation stepped forward, followed immediately by Lady Divine, President William, Emperor Hermes, the enigmatic master of the Obsidian Order, and every remaining leader of the Seven Overlord Forces. + +Alexander Draconis, the Azure Dragon God Nation’s leader, was the first to speak. His eyes widened slightly as he looked at Max. "You can bypass the curse of the Lost Continent as well?" + +His words drew the attention of every leader present. Many of them held deep respect for Lucien’s ability to ignore the curse, but seeing Max standing unharmed within the perimeter of the Lost Continent was something else entirely. They stared openly, waiting for his answer. + +Max offered a calm smile. "I received an authority from the Tower of Truth during the time I was still in the Expert Rank. The tower deemed my performance worthy and granted me certain privileges. Entering the Lost Continent happens to be one of them." + +A wave of understanding swept through the leaders. They had all heard stories about the Tower of Truth granting special authorities to only the most exceptional of geniuses. It was a rare blessing, one that could not be forced or earned through political status. Only true potential, tested under the tower’s absolute judgement, could grant such privileges. + +Max receiving such an authority made perfect sense to them. + +Lucien said. "The demons are here as well. They are hiding beyond the perimeter of the continent. Their presence is faint but unmistakable. They are watching everything we do." + +A ripple of tension passed through the small crowd of leaders. They had already sensed the presence of the demons. Even though none of the demons had revealed themselves, everyone here understood that the shadows holding their silence were more dangerous than any open battlefield. + +Lucien continued, "They have not made any moves yet. But they will, sooner or later. For now, Max and I will enter the Tower of Truth and unseal the second part of Mark’s soul. Everything depends on how smoothly this goes." + +Aden, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, stepped forward. "You two go ahead," he said, his tone carried with steady resolve rather than haste. "We will safeguard the Lower Domain. If the demons attempt anything here, we will handle it. And if they dare to cause chaos in the Middle Domain during this moment, a much larger surprise is waiting for them there." + +His confidence was not empty bravado, and everyone present knew it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1257.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1257.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f601f9c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1257.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1250: Into the Tower of Truth" +slug: "ch-1257" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1257 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max and Lucien both nodded. The leaders’ calmness was not born from ignorance but from preparation. + +The recent surge in human power after the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain had shifted the balance of this war significantly. Dozens of human geniuses had returned from that place with strength rivaling the Divine Rank pinnacle—strength that had previously taken thousands of years to cultivate. Their rise had fortified every major human force. + +The Middle Domain was no longer the fragile battlefield it had been months ago. It now held warriors who could stand against demons who once felt undefeatable. This sudden increase in strength had pushed the demon race into an uneasy silence, one that was now more ominous than before. + +Max nodded and said quietly, "Then we will go. Be prepared for anything." + +"Always," Aden replied. + +The others nodded as well—Alexander Draconis of the Azure Dragon God Nation, the White Tiger Nation’s lord, the Black Tortoise Nation’s leader, Lady Divine, President William, Emperor Hermes, the Obsidian Order’s mysterious master, and the heads of the Seven Overlord Forces. Their faces reflected a mixture of pressure and determination. But none of them faltered. + +Every human power, every protective formation, every ward, and every battle plan was already in place. The world had come to this point, and there was no turning back. + +Max exchanged a final look with Lucien. Both understood what the next moments would bring. The unsealing of the second soul would be the beginning of the final confrontation with Mark, and the consequences of awakening that fragment of his existence would shake the world to its core. + +Without another word, the two disappeared from the shore and stepped toward the Tower of Truth, leaving behind a world that held its breath. + +---- + +As the two of them descended through the sky toward the jagged peak of the Tower of Truth, Lucien kept his gaze fixed on the structure. His brows remained slightly furrowed, as though he were attempting to look far beyond the tower itself into what lay ahead. "Once the second fragment of his soul is unsealed, Mark will sense it immediately," he said in a quiet tone that carried more weight than volume. "He will come here without hesitation. And the moment that happens, he may begin to suspect everything we are doing. Our plan might be exposed before we can move to the next step." + +Max listened without interrupting, and when Lucien finished, a small confident smile tugged at his lips. He didn’t appear worried in the slightest. Instead he looked almost amused by Lucien’s concern. "I already have a plan for that," Max said calmly. + +Lucien turned to him with clear interest. "What plan?" + +Max leaned closer, lowered his voice so only Lucien could hear, and explained everything in a few slow sentences. + +By the time Max stepped back, Lucien’s expression had changed noticeably. A faint spark of admiration lit his eyes, accompanied by genuine surprise. "That is a very good plan, Max," he admitted without hesitation. "It’s clever and dangerous at the same time. You are striking two different targets with a single action." + +Max grinned. "I know. Sometimes I impress myself." + +Lucien shook his head with a quiet laugh, though his eyes held a seriousness that didn’t fade. Max’s plan was bold, but boldness was exactly what they needed when dealing with Mark. + +The slightest mistake would doom the world, yet hesitation would doom it all the same.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +Max understood this, and that confidence, that ability to see opportunity in danger, was the very reason Lucien trusted him more than anyone else in this war. + +By then they had already reached the highest point of the Tower of Truth, where the cold winds of the Lost Continent howled in deep echoes. The towering stone peak pulsed faintly with ancient runes. + +This place was the oldest section of the tower, constructed with laws that had been lost since ancient times. Even Lucien had never been able to access this area on his own despite being one of the most powerful beings in the world. + +Max lifted his right hand and extended his palm toward the peak. Right away the stone beneath his hand glowed in response, shifting like liquid metal under his touch. A deep circular pattern of runes awakened, and a portal formed before them in a swirling ripple of golden light. + +Lucien did not look surprised. He had already known Max had an authority within the Tower of Truth that no other mortal possessed. He had even seen Max almost step into the very chamber where Mark’s fragment had been sealed back when Max wasn’t even an Expert Rank cultivator. + +That memory alone made it clear that the tower recognized Max as something far beyond the level of an ordinary human. In truth, neither Lucien nor others fully understood the extent of Max’s connection to this place. + +Entering through the portal, Max and Lucien arrived at the secret chamber of the Tower of Truth. + +Lucien scanned the chamber with narrowed eyes, stretching his senses as far as he could. The area was completely bland and empty with blue colored tiles spread everywhere. + +Although he was one of the strongest beings in Acaris, the depths of this place remained beyond his reach. "Do you know its exact location?" he asked quietly. "The tower is enormous even in the physical sense. But the sealed fragment... I cannot sense anything at all." + +Max shook his head, though he didn’t look discouraged. "I can feel that it is somewhere inside the tower, but I cannot pinpoint the exact location. It is hidden behind layers of authority and laws that refuse to reveal themselves to anyone but the original owner of the seal. Even I cannot see through them directly." He paused for a moment, then added, "But I think I know how to reach it. Give me a moment." + +Lucien stood back as Max stepped toward the center of the chamber. His posture changed subtly, becoming sharper, more focused. He reached into his dimensional storage and retrieved something he almost never allowed anyone to see. + +A sword. + +But not just any sword. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1258.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1258.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a56000d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1258.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1251: A Forgotten Evil Sword" +slug: "ch-1258" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1258 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A dark red blade emerged from his grasp, its entire surface covered by shifting veins of infernal light. Coils of malicious energy oozed off the weapon like smoke rising from a dying fire. The moment the sword appeared, the air in the chamber trembled. The runes carved into the walls flickered as if trying to resist the corruptive aura leaking out of it. + +Lucien’s brows rose in genuine surprise. It took a great deal to impress him, yet the evil nature of the weapon drew his full attention immediately. He could feel its presence in the air like cold fingers brushing across his soul. "This sword... the corruption in it is stronger than anything I’ve seen from the demon race. What exactly is it?" + +Max held the blade with careful precision, making sure its energy didn’t spill outward more than necessary. His eyes remained fixed on the sword’s trembling surface. "This is the sword used by the otherworldly being to seal Mark’s first soul," he said slowly. "The same sword whose seal I broke long ago." + +Lucien’s eyes narrowed further in realization. "It’s that sword hmmm." + +Max nodded. "Yes. And ever since then, I’ve tried to purify or devour the infernal energy on it. At first I thought the energy was simple corruption that I could refine or convert using my own abilities. But no matter how much of it I drew into myself, the concentration on the sword never decreased. It simply returned as though nothing happened." + +He rotated the blade slightly, and the infernal energy shifted like a living thing beneath its surface. His voice grew more thoughtful. "I was convinced that I could cleanse it. I used black flames, devouring curse energy, dimensional compression, even spatial erasure. Nothing worked. The infernal power always remained perfectly intact." + +Lucien listened without interrupting. The sword was clearly not a normal artifact. Its aura alone could kill any Divine Rank cultivator if it touched them for too long. + +Max continued, "After countless tries, I arrived at only one possible conclusion. This weapon is still connected to Mark. Not just in spirit or memory, but in an actual living link. It feeds from something bound to him. Perhaps his soul, or perhaps his authority over the world. It doesn’t matter which. What matters is that the sword can sense any location where Mark’s fragmented soul exists." + +A faint pulse of power came from the blade at that exact moment, as if responding to Max’s words. The infernal glow thickened before thinning again, like a heartbeat. + +Lucien stepped forward slightly. "So you intend to use the sword as a compass." + +"Yes," Max said. "Even though the tower conceals the exact location, this sword will resonate with the sealed soul. Not with its position in space but with its existence. I will follow the pull, however faint it may be. I have used this very sword last time to almost enter the area where Mark’s soul had been sealed." + +Lucien glanced around the massive chamber, then back to Max. "And because the tower recognizes you as an authority holder, it will not block your attempt to find the chamber." + +"Exactly." Max rested the blade against the ground, letting the infernal energy flow outward in thin waves. "It won’t be easy. The sword reacts violently to its connection with Mark, and I’ll need to constrain its influence while following its pull. But this is the only reliable method we have." + +Lucien folded his arms and gave a firm nod. "Very well. Lead the way. I’ll cover you from interference—either from the tower’s natural defenses or from anything that tries to influence the seal." + +A faint smile touched Max’s lips, though his eyes remained sharp. "Then let’s begin." + +The chamber darkened slightly as the infernal sword responded to the sealed soul hidden deep beneath the tower’s many layers. A subtle vibration passed through the air, guiding Max toward a path no one had accessed for thousands of years. + +The infernal sword vibrated faintly in Max’s hand as he walked deeper into the hidden sections of the Tower of Truth. It guided him with a steady pull, a silent instinct that grew stronger with each step. + +The sensation was eerily familiar. Max remembered the first time he used this blade to locate Mark’s soul—how the sword had burned against his skin and tried to devour his essence every second he held it. + +But this time the experience was entirely different. His current strength, his Black Soul, and the stability of his divine veins allowed him to hold the sword without suffering. The infernal energy still pulsed with its malicious hunger, yet none of it could infiltrate his body. It was as though the blade itself recognized that Max now stood beyond the level where it could harm him. + +Lucien followed silently at his back, watching every movement with a discerning gaze. His eyes occasionally wandered to the sword, studying the ebb and flow of its aura. The harmony and tension between Max and the weapon intrigued him. + +Even for a being chosen by the world, synchronizing with such a corrupted artifact should have been impossible, yet Max moved as though the infernal energy posed no threat whatsoever. + +The deeper they went, the more the atmosphere shifted. Veins of red corruption flickered across the chamber walls like faint cracks in reality, barely visible but unmistakable to those sensitive to spatial fluctuations. The air felt heavier, colder, and far more oppressive. + +After several silent minutes, Max slowed. The sword’s pull had intensified to a peak. The moment he stepped into a particular patch of empty air, the infernal blade thrummed violently—as if it had finally reached the place it was seeking. + +Max came to a complete stop. + +Carefully, he slid the sword back into his storage space. The moment the weapon vanished, the air in front of him felt strangely hollow, as though something important was lurking behind an invisible wall. + +’I can sense it clearly,’ Max thought quietly, narrowing his eyes. ’The concentration of infernal energy is highest right here. Far higher than anywhere else in the entire tower. This must be the point where the sealed fragment rests.’ + +Lucien stepped beside him. "You found it?" + +Max nodded without hesitation. "This is it. The sealed chamber is just beyond this point. It’s hidden perfectly, and even the tower spirit cannot see it, but I can feel the anchor." + +He lifted his hand and pressed his palm toward the seemingly empty space. + +The moment he willed it, the space in front of them rippled like disturbed water. + +A second later, the ripples twisted, folded, and expanded into a dark, swirling portal—one that neither of them could see nor open without holding an authority from the Tower of Truth. The air vibrated with a low hum, ancient and instinctive, as though the tower itself acknowledged Max’s right to enter. + +Lucien’s expression hardened. "This is deeper than I expected. The seal was hidden with far more care than the first soul fragment." + +"Which only proves how dangerous this part of Mark truly is," Max said softly. "Let’s go." + +With the portal yawning open before them, both stepped forward without hesitation, crossing the threshold into the sealed domain where Mark’s second soul had been imprisoned for thousands of years. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1259.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1259.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d628130 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1259.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1252: A Heart and A Sword" +slug: "ch-1259" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1259 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The hidden chamber was nothing like the rest of the Tower of Truth. The moment Max and Lucien stepped through the portal, the air thickened as though they had entered a place cut away from the world. It felt ancient, heavy and suffocating, as if time itself avoided disturbing whatever lay within. + +At the very center of the chamber floated a single, pulsing object. + +A golden heart. + +It expanded and contracted with a steady rhythm, each beat sending faint ripples of light across the chamber. The glow was not warm but cold, like sunlight filtered through ice. It pulsed with an authority that did not belong to any mortal body. This was not flesh. It was a soul-organ, forged from condensed essence that only a crowned being could possess. + +Impaled straight through the golden heart was a sword. + +A dark red blade vibrated subtly inside it, leaking thin streams of infernal light into the chamber. Its presence distorted the space around it. The veins of corruption spiraled outward from where the blade pierced the heart, like roots spreading through soil. + +Lucien stared for a long moment. His voice came out low and thoughtful. "So this is what they sealed. The second fragment of his soul is lodged inside his heart. And they used another infernal blade to bind it." + +Max stepped forward slowly, observing both the golden heart and the sword. What intrigued him was not only the method of sealing but the weapon itself. + +"It’s the same sword," Max said quietly. "Exactly the same as the one I used to find this chamber." + +He reached into his dimensional space and pulled out the infernal sword he had retrieved years ago—the one tied to Mark’s first soul fragment. Its presence immediately changed the atmosphere. The moment the blade emerged, the entire chamber reacted as though awakened from slumber. + +Before Lucien could say anything, the sword impaled into the golden heart trembled violently. + +A flash of red light erupted. + +FOOSH! + +The sword tore itself free from the heart and transformed into a streak of bright crimson energy. It shot across the chamber with frightening speed, heading straight toward the blade in Max’s hand. + +Max didn’t even flinch. He simply held the weapon firmly, letting the approaching light collide with it. + +The moment the red streak touched Max’s sword, the two blades resonated. + +The chamber shook. + +The infernal sword in Max’s hand absorbed the streak completely, flames of blood-red energy surging across its surface before settling into a steady, sinister glow. The veins of corruption pulsed like a heartbeat, and the sword vibrated in Max’s grip as though recognizing a part of itself that had long been missing. + +The second sealing blade had returned to its counterpart. + +Lucien watched closely, his expression tightening. "The two swords were always meant to be one," he said quietly. "One sealed his first soul fragment. The other sealed the second. Both belonged to that otherworldly being." + +Max nodded, still studying the weapon in his grip. "Which means the remaining fragment—the third—will likely be connected to something similar." + +The golden heart floated in silence now, still beating but no longer bound by the infernal blade. Its glow had weakened, faint cracks spreading along its surface as the sealing mechanism dissolved. + +Lucien stepped closer, his gaze sharpening. "The seal is weakening. The soul fragment will soon awaken." + +The golden heart shuddered again. Thin cracks spread along its surface like veins of light about to burst, and Max immediately understood what would happen if he allowed the second soul to awaken here. + +The Tower of Truth was powerful, but Mark’s soul was not something that could be released in a confined space without consequences. The chamber would collapse, the tower would respond, and the entire Lost Continent might react with catastrophic force. + +Max lifted his hand without hesitation. + +A deep hum resonated through the chamber as countless runes appeared in the air, forming luminous shackles that descended like chains of divine light. They wrapped around the golden heart one coil at a time, suppressing its movements and covering its cracks. The pulsing light dimmed. The trembling slowed. The awakening paused. + +He waved his other hand, and a container forged of pure tower-authority materialized. It was a box shaped from spatial metal, covered in layered seals that only the Tower of Truth could create. + +Max guided the shackled heart into the box with precise movements, and as soon as the lid closed, the rattling ceased entirely. The heart disappeared beneath layers of sealing energy. + +"I have temporarily slowed down the unsealing of the soul," Max said calmly. "This should give us enough time to act." + +He placed the sealed box into the Dimension of Spirit where the temporal clone, the green soul energy, and Blob’s domain would prevent any form of leakage. As long as he kept the fragment isolated, Mark’s awareness would be delayed by several minutes. + +It wasn’t much time. + +But it was enough for their plan. + +Max and Lucien suddenly turned toward the chamber’s entrance at the same moment. A dark oppressive pressure swept through the lower domain like a wave of storm clouds gathering in the sky. + +Lucien’s expression remained composed, though his eyes sharpened. "He sensed the disturbance." + +Max smiled faintly, not the least bit surprised. "Then let’s go and greet him." + +With a casual sweep of his hand, Max tore open a stable portal leading back to the outside of the tower. Both of them stepped through without delay. + +--- + +The shores of the Lost Continent shook as a terrifying presence descended from above. A black crack opened in the sky and from within stepped a man wrapped in an aura of absolute dominance. Space trembled under his feet. Even the ocean below bent unnaturally as he appeared. + +Mark—the crownbearer of Acaris—had arrived. + +His long dark hair flowed like shadow-stained smoke, and his eyes glowed with an intensity that pierced through the souls of everyone present. He stood towering above the group of assembled leaders, yet he refused to step into the Lost Continent’s boundary. + +Even Mark feared the tower’s curse. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-126.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-126.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1ab1eb3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-126.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 126: Ascending the Monolith" +slug: "ch-126" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 126 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1352 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max turned towards the monolith, his expression curious. After hearing the blob praise the tower-like structure so much, he became intrigued. + +He had already comprehended two auras, simply because he could—or perhaps because he had all the time in the world to himself. But what about the other auras in the world? Could he comprehend all of them if given enough time, or had the sword and flame auras he attuned to just happened to align with his body? + +’This will be interesting to find out,’ Max mused as he walked with the others towards the monolith. + +Standing before the monolith, Max observed it closely. He could see ten lines of marks at different heights, each greater than the last—like a 100-meter mark, a 200-meter mark, and so on, all the way up to the 1000-meter mark at the very top. + +’Hm?’ Max narrowed his eyes when he saw something written at the very top of the monolith. + +He activated his Three Dimensional Body skill, and everything became clearer to him. The texts written at the very top, above the 1000-meter mark, were names—names carved with blades, fingers, and various other tools. Yet, each of these names emitted an aura on the level of his fusion auras. + +’Interesting,’ Max rubbed his chin, his eyes darting towards the flying blob of slime in the air. + +"Tell me… Blob," Max said, catching its attention. "Are there any rewards for reaching the very top of the monolith?" + +The blob smiled proudly, its face radiating a grin. "Of course, there’s a reward," it said, pointing at the monolith. "A random reward awaits anyone who crosses the 1000-meter mark. The rewards could be anything—an artifact, a rare skill, or precious techniques." + +It added with a grin, "But only five individuals in the history of the temple have ever crossed the 1000-meter mark. Most failed to even reach the halfway point. So, as the kind overseer I am, I must warn you all—don’t aim too high, lest you be showered with disappointment." It glanced at Max as it said the last part. + +Max grinned at the blob’s words. While he wanted to reach the top and cross the 1000-meter mark, he understood that failure was part of life. However, he also knew that if he didn’t try for his goals and gave up just because others couldn’t achieve them, that would be even more pathetic than failing at something he had genuinely attempted. + +"Now, start climbing, everyone," the blob called loudly, seeing that the others were waiting for someone to take the first step. + +Max walked to the base of the monolith. However, as soon as he reached it, he felt a wave of pressure acting down on him. + +"It shouldn’t be easy, given that only five people managed to cross the 1000-meter mark," Max muttered as he placed both hands on the monolith. + +"This…" Strangely, he found it oddly gripping, as if his fingers had latched onto the surface of the monolith, despite it being smooth. + +"This is interesting," Max muttered, noticing how his hand had gripped the wall. To him, it felt like he was holding tightly to the edges of something. + +After becoming familiar with the surface, Max began climbing slowly. However, just as he latched onto the monolith, he felt the pressure double. It was as if, along with the force pushing down from above, another force pulled him backward, making it incredibly difficult to move forward. + +The pressure near the base of the monolith wasn’t overwhelming, so many of the others easily passed the 20- to 30-meter mark. + +Max and the others slowly climbed higher, reaching the 50-meter height. The pressure at that level grew even more overwhelming. + +"Damn, it’s only the 50-meter mark, and the pressure is this high!" one of them complained. + +"True, we haven’t even reached the 100-meter mark yet, and our bodies are giving up," another added. + +"We just have to grit our teeth and keep moving up." + +Continue reading on freewebnovel.com + +"I believe that if we can reach the 200-meter mark, it’ll be a good score for us." + +The geniuses from different regions talked among themselves as they steadily climbed. Some were slower, while others were much faster. + +The slow climbers hoped to reach the 100-meter mark, while the fast ones were already closing in on the 200-meter mark. + +Among them were Alex, Vance, Raman—the quiet one—and Stacy, the hot-headed girl from the Phoenix Order guild. Three masked individuals from the Black Lotus guild. Four from the Knights of Valor and Lionheart Guild, and finally, three from the Emerald Legion. + +There were many others besides them who were also nearing the 200-meter mark, but Max was only familiar with these individuals. The others came from different regions. + +Despite this, Max climbed at a slower pace than the rest. He was around the 150-meter mark, while the others were nearing the 200-meter mark. + +It wasn’t that Max couldn’t accelerate—he could if he wanted to. But when he first crossed the 100-meter mark, he realized the importance of the monolith. + +"The pressure emanating beyond the 100-meter mark is layered with all kinds of auras," Max muttered, his voice low as he focused on the overwhelming sensation pressing down on him. + +He could distinctly feel traces of fire, lightning, water, wind, sword intent, and countless other forces mingling within the invisible yet oppressive energy weighing on his body. + +The most important aspect was that these forces were all merged together, giving Max a feeling that was strikingly familiar to his fusion state aura of sword and flame.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +While he was still in the process of merging the sword and flame aura himself, the pressure from the monolith seemed to include all the auras seamlessly merged together, acting upon them as one. + +It was precisely because of this complexity that Max had decided to train in this region. His goal was simple yet arduous: to become so accustomed to the mixed auras saturating the air that they would feel no different from ordinary pressure. + +He also wanted to see if becoming familiar with this pressure would help him enhance his Fusion State of Sword and Flame. + +"To achieve that," he thought, "I have to let the pressure envelop me repeatedly, allowing my body and mind to adapt over time by deciphering its composition." + +With slow, deliberate steps, Max advanced to the 160-meter mark, the weight of the pressure intensifying with every stride. He could feel his pace slowing as the invisible force pushed against him, yet he welcomed it. He stood still for a moment, letting the auras batter him as he worked to comprehend their intricate layers. + +The task was far from easy. The only way to adapt was to distinguish each individual aura embedded in the pressure. Fire interwoven with water, lightning crackling alongside wind, sword intent clashing with other elemental forces—it was a chaotic symphony that required immense focus to untangle. + +Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stood firm, immersing himself in the maelstrom. "The only path forward is through comprehension," Max whispered, closing his eyes. "One aura at a time, until they all feel like a part of me." + +He wasn’t aiming to fully comprehend all these auras—such an endeavor was far beyond his current capabilities. What Max sought was something more pragmatic: to become familiar with the auras, to the extent that their oppressive effects would feel no different from simple gravitational force. + +His goal was modest yet critical: to gain just enough understanding to neutralize the effects of the auras present in the pressure to not impact his body. + +With this focus, he allowed the mixed pressure to flow over him, not trying to delve too deeply into its complexities but rather letting his senses adjust gradually. + +His approach was methodical—distinguish the subtle threads of fire, lightning, water, and other forces just enough to dull their edge, while treating the combined force as nothing more than weight pressing down on him. + +If he could accomplish that, the oppressive mix of auras would cease to hinder him, becoming nothing more than an environmental factor to endure. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1260.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1260.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d647508 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1260.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1253: A World Ending Attack" +slug: "ch-1260" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1260 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1022 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +His gaze swept across the hundreds of Divine Rank experts. None dared to meet his eyes. The leaders of the Four God Nation, the commanders of the Seven Overlord Forces, and dozens of other peak experts all stood frozen with beads of sweat trailing down their temples. + +Mark’s voice thundered across the sea. + +"Who unsealed my soul?" + +The words struck like a hammer against their hearts. The air trembled under the force. Many leaders felt their knees weaken. Not one dared to respond. They all knew the truth—they were preparing to kill Mark by using his greatest weakness, one he didn’t realize existed. Even a slight slip could reveal their intentions. + +So silence prevailed. + +Mark’s eyes narrowed dangerously at the wall of silence. The ocean itself churned violently beneath him in response to his irritation. + +None of the leaders spoke. + +None dared to breathe too loudly. + +They needed to protect the secret at all costs—for if Mark learned that unsealing his soul would make him vulnerable, everything they planned would fall apart. + +And right in the midst of that suffocating tension, two figures stepped out of a portal behind them. + +Max and Lucien. + +Max came out smiling as though greeting an old acquaintance rather than confronting a calamity. Lucien’s expression was steady and unreadable, yet the air around him radiated quiet defiance. + +Max stepped forward, his calm voice carrying across the fear-filled silence. + +"Why don’t you ask me directly, Mark?" + +Every leader’s heart stopped for a moment. + +The moment Mark’s eyes locked onto Max, the atmosphere shifted. The ocean froze. The clouds tightened. Even the wind seemed to hold itself still. His stare carried an authority that pressed against the soul itself. + +"You two..." Mark’s voice dropped to a low rumble, sharp enough to pierce the silence. His brows tightened slightly as he studied Max and Lucien. "I sensed my soul approaching unsealment, and then it suddenly stopped. What did you do?" + +Max smiled with a relaxed confidence that irritated Mark instantly. "What do you think?" + +That answer was enough to ignite a spark of danger in Mark’s eyes. + +"Do not play with me, Max," he said coldly. "It might cost you a limb or two." + +"Is that so?" Max raised his brow and crooked his finger in a taunting motion. "Then come. Let’s have a little spar." + +Lucien remained silent at Max’s side, but the faint shift in his posture showed he was ready for anything. + +Mark’s sneer darkened. "If you want to die, I can certainly help you." + +He lifted a single finger. + +That tiny flick was all it took to change the world. + +The sky above the Lower Domain turned black within seconds. Not the darkness of night, but a suffocating, oppressive red-black shadow that swallowed the horizon. Red lightning lanced through the clouds, tearing across the sky in chaotic zigzags. The air burned with the taste of metal and destruction. + +Then the clouds parted. + +And something descended through them. + +A hand. + +A red hand. + +But calling it a hand was an insult to its true scale. It was a colossal manifestation of Mark’s power, an energy-formed limb of divine destruction so enormous that it blotted out the entire heavens above the Lower Domain. + +Its size dwarfed everything. + +It dwarfed the mountains, the oceans, the clouds. + +It dwarfed the Lost Continent itself. + +The continent below them, once revered and feared for its curse, suddenly seemed no larger than a stone under the shadow of that hand. The hand kept growing as it pushed downward, its edges stretching beyond the curvature of the world visible to the naked eye. + +It was like witnessing a god reach down from the heavens to crush an entire region. + +Its descent created tidal waves in the ocean. The sky warped. The pressure alone caused cracks of red lightning to erupt across every direction. Even the Divine Rank experts felt their bones shudder under the weight of it. + +Every leader’s face drained of color instantly. + +Despair tore through the gathered forces like wildfire. Even those who were fearless on the battlefield felt terror wrap around their throats as the hand descended. + +Alexander Draconis felt his pupils contract sharply. "Max is in trouble," he muttered. "A direct hit from that... it’s beyond Divine Rank. It’s on a level none of us have ever seen." + +Victor Whiteclaw’s voice trembled despite his attempt to stay composed. "This attack is not for show. It could kill any one of us outright. Even surviving it by a miracle would mean permanent damage." + +Damian Xuan’s face was grim, his usually calm demeanor shattered under the sight above them. "Open your eyes. The hand is still expanding. If it falls completely, it won’t only kill Max. Its impact will reach the entirety of the shoreline. I estimate less than a handful of us could survive it. And that’s only if we run at full strength right now." + +The other leaders didn’t bother to speak. Their fear was visible. Their auras trembled. Some gripped their weapons. Others clenched their fists until veins bulged. + +Only Aden, the Phoenix God Nation’s leader, kept his eyes on Max instead of the world-ending catastrophe descending from the sky. While every other Divine Rank expert froze in hopeless fear, Aden focused on Max’s expression alone. + +There was no panic. + +There was no tension. + +There was not even the slightest flicker of worry. + +Max stood calmly, his gaze fixed on the colossal red hand that dwarfed the Lost Continent. His expression carried the kind of stillness that belonged only to those who had crossed the threshold between mortal and impossibly strong. That serene focus told Aden more than any display of power ever could. + +"His strength..." Aden’s heart thundered as the realization hit him hard. "Could it be...?" + +Max was no longer the same genius who left the Middle Domain three months ago. + +He was something else entirely. + +The sky trembled with the descent of Mark’s hand. Storms twisted around it. Red lightning cracked open the heavens. The pressure made weaker geniuses collapse to their knees, gasping for air. + +Max finally moved. + +It was a simple motion—unhurried, clean, controlled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1261.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1261.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11494f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1261.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1254: One Sword - All Conquered" +slug: "ch-1261" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1261 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1130 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He reached into his dimensional space and pulled out his sword. The moment the blade appeared, the air around him became terrifyingly sharp, as though space itself had turned into an invisible forest of unsheathed swords. + +His aura did not explode outward. + +It did not flare. + +It simply became absolute. + +Max lifted his sword high toward the darkened sky. His grip tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing in understanding rather than anger. + +His voice was calm and steady. + +"Sky Shattering Invincibility Sword Art." + +The heavens recoiled. + +Every Divine Rank expert felt the sudden shift—an aura so refined, so lethal, so perfectly condensed that even space buckled lightly around him. + +Max drew a long breath. + +"One Sword—All Conquered." + +The blade moved. + +There was no dramatic surge of light, no earth-shaking roar, no explosion of power. Instead, the world grew unnaturally silent for a heartbeat. + +Then the sword descended. + +A single, precise, unbroken arc of silver-white light swept upward, striking the colossal red hand at the very center of its infinite mass. + +The effect was instant—and terrifying. + +The gigantic hand split cleanly in half. The cut was so fine that the two sides didn’t fall apart immediately; instead they drifted apart in stunned silence, like two severed wings waiting for gravity to remember they existed. + +The entire Lower Domain held its breath. + +Then Max’s sword moved again—once, twice, a dozen more times in a blur. + +Each swing was effortless. Each stroke carried the 4th level Severing Sword Concept pushed right to the brink of 5th level. Each strike combined with the invincible momentum of the Sky Shattering Sword’s final form. + +The result was indescribable. + +The gigantic hand that loomed over the continent shattered into thousands of thin slices. Every piece was cut with perfect symmetry, delicate and sharp enough to reflect the dying sunlight. + +A second later they disintegrated. + +The fragments turned into countless red glowing particles that drifted slowly down from the sky like crimson snow. The destructive force vanished. The pressure faded. The sky began to clear. The entire ocean calmed as if nothing had happened. + +The red snow continued falling, glowing faintly as it dissolved midair. + +The leaders stood paralyzed. + +Some trembled. + +Some dropped their weapons. + +Some forgot how to breathe. + +Victor Whiteclaw whispered, his voice barely audible. "He split... that thing with a single sword..." + +Damian Xuan’s scalp tingled. "And then cut it to dust." + +Alexander Draconis swallowed dryly. "This is no longer the level of a peak Divine Rank..." + +Only Aden stood firm, though his eyes were shaking. "This is the power of someone who has touched the boundary of concepts this world cannot contain..." + +And above them, Max lowered his sword gently. + +His posture relaxed. + +His eyes remained calm. + +As if he had just brushed aside a minor obstacle on a quiet morning walk. + +The red snow continued to fall. + +Mark stared at Max, his expression twisted into something no one present had seen from him before. Disbelief, irritation, amusement and a faint edge of sneering curiosity all collided in those crimson eyes. + +For centuries he had stood at the peak of Acaris, untouchable, immortal and unequalled. Nothing surprised him. Nothing unsettled him. Nothing challenged him. + +There had been only single individual who had gone toe-to-toe with him. + +Lucien. + +And now another one appeared. + +Max had just taken his full-scale divine strike and erased it with a single sword. + +For the first time in an age, Mark’s lips parted—not in rage, but in stunned bewilderment. + +Then he laughed. + +Not a soft chuckle, but a wild, rumbling laughter that shook the air itself. His voice echoed across the Lower Domain like the roar of a mad deity. + +"Fascinating," he said between laughs. "Truly fascinating. To think that the child who piqued my interest years ago would reach such a level. I truly underestimated you." + +His eyes sharpened suddenly. His laughter faded into a crooked smile that carried the weight of absolute arrogance. + +"But you should remember something, Max," he continued slowly. "You are fighting a losing battle. Grow as strong as you wish. Refine your concepts to any degree you want. It will not change the outcome. No matter how strong you become, I will always be stronger than you, all of you. You couldn’t even hope to imagine what sort of strength I wield at my fingertips." + +He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something distant. + +"And if you set aside me, there is an even bigger catastrophe waiting just beyond the horizon. Something not even I can fully subdue. If you knew what was coming, you would not be standing here so calmly." + +His voice dropped into something cold and disdainful. "I truly wonder what kind of future awaits all of you." + +The gathered leaders felt their hearts turn to ice. Their faces drained of color instantly. The terror in their eyes was unmistakable. Mark was not one to throw meaningless threats. If he said something worse than him was coming, then it was the truth. + +Why had they never heard of this "bigger problem"? Why had no one sensed it? What else existed beyond their perception? + +Max, however, remained perfectly calm. + +He studied Mark with steady eyes before speaking. + +"I wonder what happens to you if this world disappears, Mark," Max said quietly. "Will you vanish with it? You are a crownbearer. Your strength is tied to this realm. You draw your authority from the laws of this planet. If this planet ceases to exist, I cannot imagine what becomes of a being whose very existence is anchored to it." + +Mark’s expression twitched. + +It was small. + +Barely noticeable. + +But Max caught it instantly. + +The leaders saw it too, and their hearts trembled. + +"What are you implying?" Mark asked sharply. + +"I am not implying anything," Max replied with a shrug. "I’m simply curious. If this world disappears, what exactly becomes of you? Do you retain your power? Do you fade? Do you die? Crownbearers exist because the world does. If the world is gone, then what?" + +Mark’s smile widened, but this time there was an edge to his tone. "You should worry about yourself, Max. I am a god. I have many means of surviving this disaster. But you mortals... I am curious what you will do when the sky collapses." + +Max’s expression did not change. + +He simply tilted his head slightly. + +"How about making a deal with us?" + +Mark froze for a moment, then laughed again—this time more softly, more cautiously. + +"Oh?" he said. "You have a fragment of my soul, don’t you? Or perhaps Lucien does. So tell me—what kind of deal do you want to make?" + +His eyes flicked between Max and Lucien. + +This time, his smile held no arrogance. + +Only interest. + +Deadly, calculating interest. + +And unlike before... he was listening. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1262.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1262.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd50313 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1262.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1255: Deal with the Devil" +slug: "ch-1262" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1262 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s smile didn’t waver as he took a step forward, his voice calm and strangely persuasive despite the tension suffocating the air. He spoke as though he were discussing terms at a marketplace rather than negotiating with an immortal calamity. + +"It’s simple, really," Max began, his tone almost friendly. "We will unseal the remaining parts of your soul. All of them. We will return every piece to you without contest. And if we manage to locate your crown—your true source of authority—we will hand it over as well." + +The leaders stiffened. Even Lucien’s eyes narrowed slightly. They knew it had to be done but they also had to do their parts. They had to look nervous and scared here. + +Max continued without hesitation. + +"All of that," he said, gesturing lightly with one hand, "given back to you, freely." + +Mark’s eyes sharpened. He said nothing, which was a rare thing for him. His attention was entirely fixed on Max now. + +"But," Max went on slowly, "this generosity comes with a single condition." + +The sky seemed to still again. + +"You," Max said with absolute clarity, "will use your full strength to help protect our world from the calamity approaching it. The red cloud that devours continents. The devouring spirit that even you acknowledged is beyond your control." + +Mark’s stare deepened. He didn’t interrupt. + +Max held his gaze. "Help us, and we will restore you to your peak. We will give you your entire being back, including the crown you lost. And once you are whole, nothing in this world can threaten you again." + +He tilted his head slightly. + +"What do you think?" + +A heavy silence followed. The ocean below them barely moved. The sky hung still. No one dared to breathe too loudly, afraid that even the faintest noise would provoke Mark before Max finished negotiating. + +Lucien remained unreadable beside Max, though inside his mind he was laughing. Handing Mark his strength back was a risk so enormous that even disasters could envy it. + +Yet he also understood what Max was aiming for. It was not a concession. It was not a plea. It was a trap—a precise pressure point forced upon Mark’s only fear: the unknown fate of a crownbearer if their world died. + +Mark, however, did not react with instant anger or rejection. + +Instead, he simply stared at Max. A long, cold, calculating stare. His expression did not show rage or amusement anymore. It was the look of a predator processing new information very carefully. + +Finally, he spoke, his tone lower than before. + +"You would restore me fully," Mark said, "in exchange for my strength?" + +His eyes narrowed. + +"For the survival of this world?" + +Max nodded once. "Yes." + +Another long silence followed. + +Mark’s lips curved, but it wasn’t a sneer. + +It was a smile forged from deep thought. A dangerous, contemplative smile. The kind of expression he wore when he found something intriguing—something he had not anticipated but could potentially use. + +"So that is your offer?" Mark asked quietly. + +Max didn’t blink. "Yes." + +Mark exhaled softly, almost amused again, but the mirth did not reach his eyes. + +"You are either exceptionally brave... or exceptionally foolish." + +He leaned forward slightly, his aura tightening around him like a coiled serpent. + +"But I am curious to hear the rest. Because this deal of yours... may not be entirely meaningless." + +The leaders stiffened in shock. + +Max’s smile did not fade. In fact, it deepened as he met Mark’s gaze head-on, the same gaze that had crushed countless beings into dust for daring to stand before him. + +"Good," Max said quietly. "Your part is simple. You handle the dark red cloud. You stop that thing from swallowing our world. You keep it from devouring the continents, the oceans, the people. That alone is your condition." + +His tone remained steady, but each word carried weight. Max was no longer negotiating from fear or desperation. He spoke like someone who held the final card. + +"I will return your soul fragments when I have all of them," Max continued. "And if we find your crown, we will give that to you as well. That is the deal." + +The declaration hung in the air like a drawn blade. + +Mark’s expression darkened. He stared straight into Max’s eyes without blinking, as if trying to see past the surface and into the deepest parts of his intent. Then his voice cut through the heavy silence. + +"I want the soul you took from that damned tower," Mark said. "Right now." + +His tone was not a request. It was not even a demand. It was the voice of someone used to being obeyed the moment he spoke. + +Max didn’t flinch. + +His smile remained unchanged, calm and faintly amused. "That’s not possible." + +Mark’s aura tightened sharply, creating shockwaves across the sky, but Max continued without hesitation. + +"As I said, I will only give your soul back when I have all of them. Right now, I only have your second fragment. I still need to unseal the third. Once I have all two and your crown—if we find it—I will hand them to you." + +He lifted a finger slightly. + +"That is the condition." + +Mark’s eyes narrowed. "And what if I force it?" + +The air froze. + +The ocean began to churn again under the pressure of Mark’s killing intent, and several weaker Divine Rank elders lost their breath as the weight of his power pressed them down. A flicker of crimson lightning slithered through the clouds overhead. + +Max’s sneer surfaced instantly, sharp and fearless. "You can force it if you want." + +Mark paused. + +"But," Max continued slowly, "if you do, you’ll never get the last part of your soul. And you’ll never get your crown back. If that is what you want, then go ahead." + +Mark’s aura slowly retracted, thinning from an overwhelming suffocating pressure into something controlled yet razor-sharp. His expression shifted again, the earlier irritation fading into something far more complex. His eyes narrowed, and for a long, heavy moment, he simply stared at Max as if trying to decipher whether he was insane, brilliant or both. + +Then, unexpectedly, Mark laughed. + +It wasn’t the wild chaotic laughter from before. This time it was low, edged with mockery and dark amusement, rolling across the coastline like thunder that refused to die out. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1263.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1263.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c37e3fc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1263.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1256: A Successful Deal?" +slug: "ch-1263" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1263 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I forgot one thing," Mark said at last, wiping a tear of mirth from the corner of his eye. "Humans become remarkably foolish when they are desperate. And this deal you just proposed, Max... it may be the most foolish thing any of you have ever attempted." + +His words struck the hearts of the surrounding leaders like spears. Every one of them flinched. Every one of them stiffened. Yet their eyes remained riveted on Max, waiting for him to answer—for only his response seemed capable of anchoring this fragile moment. + +Max didn’t hesitate. + +"Does that mean you accept the deal?" he asked calmly. + +Mark tilted his head slightly, as if examining an ant that dared to bare its fangs at a dragon. His sneer sharpened again, the derision returning to his face, but there was also a faint undertone—acknowledgment, maybe even interest. + +"Hm. We will see," Mark said, his voice dropping into a growl of quiet threat. "I am curious where this path of yours will lead. Whether to salvation... or the ruin of all of you." + +He gave Max one last measuring stare, a stare that lingered half a heartbeat longer than expected—just long enough for everyone to understand that Max had truly gotten his attention. + +Then Mark’s figure became hazy. + +A ripple spread across the sky. + +And in the space of a blink, he vanished completely. + +--- + +The shore grew silent—utterly silent. The leaders who had not dared to breathe while Mark hovered above them instantly felt their legs tremble beneath them. Some gasped sharply for air. Some clutched their chests. A few nearly collapsed in absolute relief. + +Their backs were soaked in cold sweat. + +Their faces pale. + +Only now, after Mark disappeared, did the reality sink into their minds. + +They had stood face-to-face with the crownbearer. + +And lived. + +---- + +"Well, this went well," Lucien said with a quiet smile that carried both relief and a trace of lingering tension. + +Max nodded slowly as he exhaled. "I was prepared for an all-out attack," he admitted with a small shake of his head. "I walked into this meeting expecting chaos, but I think Mark is more desperate than we assumed." + +The words tasted strange in his mouth. They carried no sympathy, yet they carried the weight of a man trying to understand the nature of someone who once stood on the side of righteousness. Max’s eyes drifted across the sky as if he could still sense the remnants of Mark’s influence scattered in the air. "He feels cornered. That much is clear." + +"Why wouldn’t he be?" Lucien replied with another soft smile. "If the planet he is bound to collapses, then what exactly would he remain? What sort of god exists without the world that birthed him?" Lucien’s voice carried a philosophical note, but there was no mockery in it. Only curiosity, and perhaps a faint hint of pity for a being who had strayed so far from his purpose. + +Max absorbed that thought and let it settle. What he had said earlier about Mark’s fate had been little more than an educated guess born from frustration. + +Now that he was thinking clearly again, he realized how little he truly understood about what happened to a crownbearer when the world they meant to protect was destroyed. + +Was the connection severed? Was the crownbearer dragged into oblivion with it? Or did the corrupted divinity survive in some hollow state between life and death? + +Lucien’s next words pulled his mind back. "By the way, your strength has reached a level completely beyond the rest of the world. I look at you now and wonder if the gap is still measurable. I genuinely do not know where your limits are anymore." His tone held admiration, caution, and curiosity woven together. + +Max released a slow breath as a faint, dangerous smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Do you want to find out? We can spar right now." His battle intent flickered to life the moment he spoke, rising naturally like a starved flame searching for fuel. The space around him vibrated faintly, as if responding to his desire to test the boundaries of his new strength. + +Lucien raised his hands in refusal, though amusement flashed in his eyes. "Not today," he said calmly. "But I am certain I will see what you are capable of soon enough. A storm is coming, and both of us will be forced to show our hands whether we want to or not." + +Max let the battle intent fade slowly. "Fair enough," he said. "And speaking of storms, I have found a way to deal with the demons. I need a few days to put everything in place. When the preparations are complete, I will contact you." + +Lucien nodded and accepted the words without question. He seemed to understand that Max did not speak lightly when the survival of the Middle Domain was at stake. "Good. The sooner you act, the sooner we can stabilize this region." + +With that agreement settled, Max and Lucien walked together toward the leaders of the Middle Domain. They discussed matters briefly with the assembled lords and exchanged final updates regarding the movement of demon forces and the ongoing threat of the nulls. + +The tension among the leaders slowly eased as they listened to Max’s calm explanations and Lucien’s assurances, for both men radiated the kind of power and certainty that brought confidence to entire continents. + +When the discussions finally ended, Max and Lucien parted ways with the leaders. The two of them launched into the sky, drifting apart as they headed toward their respective duties. + +Behind them, the Middle Domain watched silently, knowing that the fate of the world now rested on the shoulders of these two unmatched figures who walked paths beyond mortal comprehension. + +--- + +Max returned to the ancestral chamber of the Elven Kingdom after parting ways with Lucien and the leaders, expecting silence and stillness within the sacred halls. Instead, the moment he crossed the threshold, he felt vibrations in the air—bursts of elemental energy clashing rhythmically, like two waves crashing against each other in perfect harmony. + +He paused, raising a brow. + +The normally solemn chamber of statues and ancient runes was lit up by streams of gold and scarlet. The soft glow of ancestral crystals reflected off two figures moving at high speed in the open training space at the center of the hall. + +Lenavira. + +"She has awakened!" Max was happy for her. + +And Alice. + +Both were sparring, their movements clean and fluid, their smiles bright and genuine. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1264.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1264.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dfc6c36 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1264.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1257: Something Worth Fighting For" +slug: "ch-1264" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1264 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1212 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lenavira’s long silver-blonde hair flowed behind her as she jumped lightly across the white marble floor. Her palms glowed with concentrated light essence—curved blades of radiance formed around her fingers, leaving trails of shimmering brilliance wherever she moved. Every step she took seemed gentle, but the pressure in her attacks was unmistakable. + +Alice, on the other hand, countered with streaks of fiery crimson. She spun, kicked, and punched with blazing arcs of flame dancing around her body like the wings of a phoenix. Her movements held a sharp edge, fierce yet controlled, showing the discipline she had gained across countless battles. + +But what stood out most—what Max noticed instantly—was that both of them were laughing. + +Genuine laughter. + +Not strained. Not nervous. Not forced. + +Friendly. Warm. Alive. + +They weren’t trying to overpower one another. They were enjoying the fight, pushing each other, testing each other’s strength as equals who trusted one another deeply. + +Two friends who treated combat as a game rather than a conflict. + +Lenavira narrowed her eyes playfully and flicked her wrist. A beam of soft golden light shot toward Alice like a focused comet. + +Alice grinned, twisting her body mid-air. She slid under the beam and sent a tigertail whip of flame arching toward Lenavira. The flame curved gracefully, bright and untamed, and Lenavira countered by clapping her hands together—summoning a burst of radiant wind that scattered Alice’s flames into glowing sparks. + +They shimmered around them like floating embers. + +Alice laughed. "You’re getting better at this. I almost felt that one." + +Lenavira smiled gently. "You too. I thought your flames would melt my barrier this time." + +Alice puffed up her chest proudly. "Of course. I am stronger than before." + +Lenavira nodded, her eyes warm. "Yes. You are." + +Max watched them from the entrance for a moment, a faint smile growing on his lips. Seeing Lenavira awake and moving so freely, her curse gone and her spirit restored, filled a part of him with peace. And watching Alice laugh so openly—something she rarely did—made that peace settle deeper into his chest. + +The two girls hadn’t noticed him yet. + +They were too absorbed in their friendly spar. Fire and light danced together, merging and splitting as if celebrating their reunion. + +Their energies didn’t clash harshly. They blended beautifully. + +Alice lunged forward again, Lenavira sidestepped, the flames brushed past her shoulder, and the light around her flared like a blooming flower. + +Max leaned against a pillar and allowed himself a soft exhale. + +After the confrontation with Mark... after negotiations that could have killed them all... after a threat that still loomed over their world... + +Seeing this simple, peaceful scene felt like a blessing. + +A reminder that not everything in his life was chaos. + +Some parts were still human. + +Still warm. + +Still worth protecting. + +Max felt a genuine calm settle in his heart as he watched the two women in his life spar, laugh, and shine in the chamber lit by golden statues and ancestral runes. + +Alice was the first to sense him. She turned mid-step, flames curling gently around her arms, and the moment her gaze met Max’s, her face lit up with a brightness that exceeded even her fire element. + +Her eyes widened, her lips curved into a radiant smile, and her entire posture softened in an instant. It was the kind of reaction that came only from someone who had been waiting for him. Someone who felt her world settle the moment he appeared. + +Lenavira noticed Alice’s sudden change and followed her gaze. When she saw Max standing there with that warm, familiar smile, her breath caught. Her golden irises softened and a gentle, almost ethereal glow appeared in her eyes. + +Her light element responded unconsciously, shimmering faintly around her like a delicate halo. She looked both relieved and happy, almost as if some part of her had been waiting for this moment too. + +"Max..." Alice whispered under her breath. + +"Max..." Lenavira echoed more softly. + +Max stepped away from the pillar with a relaxed smile. The tension of the earlier confrontation with Mark had faded from his features. His presence felt calm, steady, reassuring. And when he walked forward, both Alice and Lenavira straightened without realizing it, their smiles widening as if they couldn’t hide it even if they tried. + +"Looks like you two are getting along well," Max said with a smile that reached his eyes.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +Alice dashed toward him first, and Max opened his arms without hesitation. She collided into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Her warmth enveloped him instantly, her flames dimming to a gentle, comforting glow. She buried her face briefly against his chest, taking in his scent as if making sure he was real and safe. + +Max chuckled softly and held her close. + +But then Lenavira approached. She didn’t rush like Alice did, but the joy in her eyes was clear. She stepped forward almost hesitantly at first, though her steps quickened the closer she got. When she reached him, Max didn’t even wait—he extended an arm toward her as well. + +She blinked in surprise. + +Then her expression softened. + +Very slowly, she leaned into him. + +Max wrapped his other arm around her and pulled both women into a warm embrace. + +For a brief moment, everything felt natural—effortless. A moment of pure connection between the three of them. Alice nestled comfortably against him while Lenavira rested lightly against his shoulder, her light aura washing over them like a soothing breeze. + +But only a few seconds passed before Lenavira froze ever so slightly. + +Her breath hitched. + +Her eyes opened a little wider. + +Reality hit her. + +Her cheeks flushed with a soft pink glow, and her heart skipped a beat. She remembered—Alice was Max’s girlfriend. She wasn’t. Even though the bond between her and Max had grown stronger, even though something unspoken existed between them, there had been no declaration... no step taken... no clarity. + +Suddenly, her thoughts tangled. + +’Should I be this close? Should I step back? What if Alice misunderstands?’ + +She shifted subtly, feeling a strange nervousness swirling in her chest. Her fingers tightened slightly before she slowly loosened her hold. Her expression, which had been open and joyful a moment ago, gained a hint of awkwardness as she took a half-step back, lowering her gaze for a second. + +Alice noticed immediately. + +She glanced at Lenavira with a soft smile—not angry, not jealous, not even surprised. She knew Lenavira well. She understood the awkwardness instantly. And she knew Max too well to be bothered by such a small moment. + +Alice gently nudged Lenavira’s arm with her elbow, giving her a reassuring look. + +Lenavira blinked up at her, her eyes widening slightly. + +Alice smiled. + +A real, understanding smile. + +Max noticed the shift too, his gaze moving between the two women with a quiet amusement. He didn’t comment, didn’t make it awkward, didn’t step away. Instead, he placed a gentle hand on Lenavira’s shoulder, grounding her, reassuring her without saying a word. + +Her awkwardness eased. + +Her expression relaxed again—even if a faint blush remained. + +The three of them stood together in the warm glow of ancestral lights, and for a moment it felt like a small family reunion. Alice beaming. Lenavira glowing. Max standing between them, the warmth of their presence softening something deep inside him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1265.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1265.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cbf82c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1265.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1258: Two Months of Idle Training" +slug: "ch-1265" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1265 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The days that followed the extraction of Mark’s second soul from the Tower of Truth moved with a gentleness that felt almost foreign to Max. + +The world outside remained soaked in conflict, and the war did not slow even for a breath. + +Demons continued their assaults across the thousand regions, and human forces held the lines with everything they had. + +Yet for Max, a peculiar calm settled around him, almost like the eye of a storm that refused to touch him. He knew this peace would never last, but he accepted it all the same. A few days of silence meant time to breathe. To think. To exist without a blade in his hand. + +He spent most of these days with Alice and Lenavira at his side, enjoying the rare warmth of their company. They laughed together, spoke of small things that had nothing to do with war or calamities, and wandered through the Elven Kingdom at a relaxed pace. + +Neither Alice nor Lenavira pushed him toward any responsibility. They let him rest. They let him feel human again. It was during these moments that Max understood just how much weight he had carried on his shoulders without noticing it. + +Their smiles, their presence, their subtle reassurance allowed him to loosen that burden, if only briefly. He allowed himself to enjoy small joys without guilt. + +But Max was never someone who could afford to rest for long. Beneath his calm exterior, the fire of determination never dimmed. Each night, after spending time with the two women, he would retreat into the Dimension of Time and push himself harder than ever before. + +Inside that infinite loop of time, he trained for centuries. There was no hesitation in his steps or doubt in his heart. He knew what he wanted to achieve, and he crafted clear goals for himself. + +The first was to raise his Severing Sword Concept to the 5th level. It was the foundation of his sword path, and he knew that unless he elevated it, every fight in the future would turn into a struggle. He needed a sword that could cut through impossible obstacles, sever fate itself if required. + +The second goal was just as important. He wanted to fully master the 5th level concept of space that he had recently comprehended. He no longer wished to rely solely on instinct or fragmented understanding. He wanted complete dominion over it. + +Void Genesis Art was the key, and he studied every technique within the ancient scripture carefully. Many of the techniques resonated with him in ways he had never experienced before, perhaps because he finally possessed the right foundation to understand them. + +Every day in the Dimension of Time was equivalent to an era of growth, and Max used every moment with intense focus. + +While Max devoted himself entirely to these goals, life outside continued without pause. The upper echelons of the Middle Domain were far from idle. Another council meeting was held among the Four God Nation leaders, the Seven Overlord Forces, the Independent Factions, and every expert whose voice mattered. + +This time, the subject was the Celestial Beast Temple—the hidden secret domain where the final fragment of Mark’s soul had been sealed. It was the last piece needed before their deal with Mark could even exist in a complete form. + +Debates were held regarding the timing of the temple’s opening, who would accompany Lucien and Max inside, and what preparations had to be made to ensure the demons did not interfere. + +Freya led the meeting with confidence, her authority unquestioned. She had already been briefed by both Lucien and Max, and she understood the weight of the decisions they were about to make. Her calm but firm leadership guided the conversation forward as she reminded everyone that this was a turning point. + +Success meant hope. Failure meant the collapse of everything they were fighting to protect. + +Plans were drafted. Roles were assigned. Contingencies were formed. + +And through it all, Max remained in the background, sharpening himself quietly, preparing for the inevitable storm. + +Two months passed in silence. + +Just like that. + +---- + +After two months, soon a small chaos erupted in the Middle Domain because Max had called out all the leaders for a meeting. Everyone was shocked why Max called out the meeting. For the past few or some meeting over the last two months, Max had been absent and now out of nowhere he called a meeting surprising everyone. + +Curious every leaders attended the meeting because it was Max who called out the meeting. + +The atmosphere was already tense because everyone had sensed that he would not summon them without a monumental reason. Freya spoke first, calm and collected, though her tone carried an undercurrent of weight. She knew Max well enough to sense something unusual. + +"For what reason did you call this meeting?" she asked, her gaze fixed on him. + +Max sat before them with a composed expression, his calmness contrasting almost harshly with the restless anticipation surrounding him. His voice carried an even tone, one that did not waver despite dozens of Divine Rank experts looking at him at once. + +"I have found a way to make the people of this world survive the red cloud calamity." + +The moment he spoke those words the meeting room turned into a storm of disbelief. Chairs scraped sharply, several leaders shot to their feet, and waves of spiritual energy rippled outward unconsciously as their control faltered. + +They had expected strategies. They had expected predictions. They had expected maybe news about Mark or even the demons. But a method to survive the very calamity that was destined to consume their entire world was far beyond their expectations. + +President William, whose age often made him cautious, was the first to break. His eyes widened in a way that robbed him of his usual stern dignity. + +"How?" he demanded, his voice trembling. "How would you do that? Tell us immediately!" + +Freya placed a firm hand on the table, her tone level but carrying enough authority to bring silence. + +"President William, calm down." + +William swallowed hard and sank into his seat, but his gaze never left Max. None of their gazes did. Every single person in the room hung onto Max’s next breath, let alone his next words. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1266.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1266.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8988185 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1266.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1259: A hope for the Humans" +slug: "ch-1266" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1266 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max reached into his robes and placed a single storage ring on the table. It looked ordinary at first glance, unremarkable even, no different than the countless rings they used every day. Yet Max pushed it toward the center of the table as though it held the fate of the world hidden inside its dull silver surface. + +"This is it," Max said quietly. + +Aden frowned. He picked up the ring with mild confusion. "This is just a storage ring. How would this help humanity survive the calamity of the red cloud?" + +"It is not just a storage ring," Max replied. "Check it first." + +Aden extended his soul force into the ring and the expression on his face shattered instantly. For the first time in centuries, Aden Fireborne, leader of the Phoenix God Nation, lost all composure. His eyes widened. His aura shook. He stared at Max as though he had just handed him the heavens. + +"This... this...! There is an entire small world inside this ring! How could such a thing be possible?!" + +Gasps echoed through the chamber and several leaders stood again, unable to suppress their reactions. Victor Whiteclaw immediately reached for the ring with trembling fingers. He inserted his soul force and froze completely. His lips parted, but no words left him at first, as if he could not trust his own senses. + +"This... this cannot be real. A storage ring housing a whole world. A complete ecosystem. Land. Skies. Energy circulation systems. This defies all logic. Even the greatest Legendary Rank artifacts never came close to this..." + +Under normal circumstances, a Legendary Rank storage ring could hold the space equivalent of a large hall. A few rare ones, forged by extinct races of ancient times, could hold slightly more. But an entire world? That was something beyond human craftsmanship. That was something that belonged to heavenly beings or primordial titans. + +One by one the ring circulated between the leaders. With every passing moment, shock gave way to awe, awe turned into disbelief, and disbelief transformed into pure reverence. + +Even Freya’s eyes widened when she sensed it. And Lucien—calm, confident Lucien—felt a shiver of excitement run down his back. The weight of what this object meant settled into every corner of the chamber like a second atmosphere. + +If one storage ring could contain an entire miniature world... + +If enough such rings could be made... + +If they could place their people inside them before the dark red cloud fully descended... + +Then humanity had a chance. + +A real, tangible chance. + +The world did not have to end in silence. + +Max watched them quietly, letting the realization sink deeper and deeper. And as it did, every leader present felt something they had not felt in a very long time. + +Hope. + +But alas a storage ring capable of storing humans hadn’t been created in the Acaris as of yet. + +The weight of silence that settled over the great round chamber felt almost unnatural. Dozens of leaders—all of them beings who had lived through wars, calamities, ascensions, and eras—could not speak as the ring glimmered faintly in Lady Divine’s hand. + +The woman herself, calm and composed under even the harshest pressures of the world, now appeared caught between disbelief and fascination. Her fingers tightened slightly around the ring as she looked at Max for confirmation. + +"Use your soul force," Max instructed with a casual ease that felt surreal in the tension of the room. "Just like you would when storing objects in a normal ring. Only this time, instead of directing it toward an object, direct it toward yourself."𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 + +Lady Divine’s brows lifted ever so slightly, yet she obeyed without hesitation. A soft glow flickered around her form, her spiritual energy briefly rising as she channeled her soul into the ring. The light around her body deepened for an instant, like a mist ready to swallow her. + +And then— + +She vanished. + +The chair she had been sitting on remained still and untouched. The only thing left behind was her empty robe sleeve gently swaying from the displaced air and the ring itself clattering onto the table with a clear, crisp sound. That single sound echoed through the chamber like an impossible truth being hammered into everyone’s minds. + +Everyone shot to their feet in a collective shock that shook the hall. + +Before the panic began, Max raised a hand, his tone steady. "She is in the small world inside the ring." + +Alexander Draconis was the first to find his voice, though even he sounded breathless. "How can a living being enter a storage ring?" His pupils trembled. "I have never heard of such a thing. Even ancient artifacts could not store living organisms, let alone humans..." + +Other leaders murmured in disbelief. The legendary experts of the Seven Overlord Forces stared at the ring as if it were a divine treasure. Rune masters in the room felt a chill race down their spines as the foundations of everything they understood about storage artifacts cracked before their eyes. + +Freya was already reaching for the ring before anyone else moved. Her expression did not bend much, but the slight shift of her eyes was enough to show that even she was unsettled. She lifted the ring with a single controlled breath and gently pushed her soul force into it with a command-like intention. + +Light pulsed from the ring’s surface. + +A heartbeat later, Lady Divine reappeared in the exact spot she had vanished from. Her feet touched the ground lightly, but her expression was anything but steady. Her normally composed face now shimmered with astonishment, her eyes wider than Max had ever seen them. + +"I was inside the ring," she said, her voice shaking with equal parts wonder and disbelief. "It did not feel like an artifact space. I did not feel compressed. I did not feel displaced. The world inside felt natural—sky, land, breath, essence flowing all around me. It never once occurred to me that I had entered a storage ring. It was... astonishing." + +Every leader listened with rapt attention; no one blinked, no one interrupted. + +Lady Divine was not just any expert—she was one of the strongest rune masters in the world, the creator of countless storage rings and the authority behind many legendary artifacts. For someone like her to be shocked meant the item they were witnessing defied all known logic of creation. + +She looked down at the ring again, her fingers trembling in a rare display of emotion. + +"This completely changes everything," she whispered. "It breaks every limitation we have ever believed storage rings possessed." + +Max said nothing at first. He simply watched the dawning awe across the faces of everyone present—leaders of nations, masters of sects, protectors of cities, wielders of divine-ranked power. + +It was the same look they wore centuries ago when they first learned the sky could open portals or when the nulls had descended and changed the meaning of death. Except now, it was hope rather than despair that flickered in their eyes. + +A single ring. + +A single world within a ring. + +A single possibility for salvation. + +And everyone realized it at the exact same moment: + +If one living being could safely enter that world... + +Then millions could. + +Humanity could survive. + +Their world may crumble, but their people would not have to die with it. + +The meeting chamber, for the first time in a very long time, filled not with fear... + +...but with a rising tide of trembling, uncontrollable hope. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1267.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1267.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9358c50 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1267.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1260: Life Space Rings" +slug: "ch-1267" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1267 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1272 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Freya held the ring between her fingers with the same steady poise she always carried, yet her voice carried a quiet note of pride that did not escape anyone in the hall. "This is a Life Space Ring," she said. "Only someone who has mastered the fifth level of the concept of space to an exceptional degree can create something like this." Her gaze moved to Max with a softness that came only from an older sister admiring her younger brother. + +Max met her look with a gentle smile. "Yes. This is a Life Space Ring. I have been working on the idea for a long time. I remember seeing rings like these in the Divine Realm. The moment I learned about them, I always wondered if I could recreate one with my own understanding. Those memories gave me the foundation I needed." + +He placed his hand lightly on the table. "But I should clarify something. This one is the lowest quality version of a Life Space Ring. It can only store humans whose strength is at or below the Divine Rank. The Life Space Rings I saw in the Divine Realm were extremely rare and far more advanced. They could store beings whose strength far surpassed the Divine Rank, but that also depended on the craftsmanship and quality of the ring." + +Freya nodded slowly. "Even then, this is still a remarkable feat. Creating a Life Space Ring in the mortal realm is as difficult as ascending to the Divine Realm without an ascension tunnel. There are things even the greatest leaders of this world could never hope to accomplish, yet you stand here with something that should not exist in this realm at all. You did well." + +Max did not speak for a moment. He simply let her praise wash over him while he recalled how this idea had truly begun. It had started inside his Dimension of Spirit, during one of his quiet moments with Alice and Lenavira. + +He had warned them both about the fate of their world. He told them that the dark red cloud would devour everything, no matter how hard they fought. Their expressions that day were full of fear and worry, yet Lenavira had asked him something simple. + +"Can you store everyone inside your Dimension of Spirit? Is it possible to keep the whole world safe in there?" + +Her question had lingered in his mind long after she asked it. He replayed it again and again. At first he told her it was impossible. His Dimension of Spirit was a cultivation structure, not a refuge. + +But the idea she planted took root inside him. Then the memories of the Divine Realm surfaced. He remembered the rare Life Space Rings he had once seen, stored deep within the vaults of powerful clans. + +Those two inspirations merged together. + +From Lenavira’s question came the desire. + +From the Divine Realm came the knowledge. + +And from the Void Genesis Art came the power and the method. + +He looked at Freya, then at the other leaders, and said quietly, "I only created this because I had to. If the world is going to fall, then we must find a way for the people to live. This ring is not perfect, but it is enough to save millions." + +For a brief moment, the hall was silent. + +Not out of confusion. + +Not out of shock. + +But out of the heavy realization that, for the first time since the calamity began, a real path to survival had appeared. + +Max rested his palms on the table. "I can make as many of these Life Space Rings as I want," he said quietly, "but that alone will not solve everything. There is a fundamental problem that you all need to understand. Even if I created hundreds of them, I am the only one who can ascend to the Divine Realm without an ascension tunnel so carrying a hundred of them was pointless." + +Freya, who had been listening in calm silence until now, suddenly interrupted him. Her voice held a sharp edge of disbelief and concern. "Wait. You can ascend to the Divine Realm without an ascension tunnel?" + +Max turned toward her and smiled in a way that concealed more than it revealed. "Yes. I can do that. How? Let us keep that a secret for now." His tone was gentle, as if reassuring an older sister who had spent years worrying about a younger sibling who walked willingly into the jaws of danger. + +Freya exhaled slowly, relief softening her expression. "As long as you can leave this world before the devouring spirit reaches its limit, I am fine," she said. Her voice carried the exhaustion of someone who had seen too many futures end in ruin and only cared about saving one person she could not bear to lose. She had her own methods, that much was certain, but neither of them said it aloud. + +What Max did not tell her or the others was the truth simmering beneath his calm exterior. Ever since he had comprehended the fifth level of both time and space, he could feel the world pushing against him like a tide. Its laws rejected him, unable to contain him anymore. + +Every day the pull became stronger, like invisible hands trying to push him out of the mortal realm entirely. Max understood the meaning behind it. The moment he ascended to the Divine Rank, he would no longer have the choice to stay. The world would expel him, and he would be forced to ascend whether he wanted to or not. + +But that was his burden to carry later. + +Right now, the world needed a plan. + +"So," Max continued, returning the discussion to the table. "I will give you ten rings in total." He placed nine more beside the first. "I want all of you to begin storing every human you can find into these Life Space Rings. Do not worry about space. Each of these rings contains a world inside them, and they can hold every human in Acaris. Not just Middle Domain. All of Acaris." + +A heavy silence sank into the room as the weight of his statement settled on them. The idea that the entire human population could be safeguarded inside ten rings was absurd, hopeful, terrifying, and miraculous all at once. + +Max’s expression hardened slightly. "But you must do this in complete secrecy. If the demons discover this, everything collapses. They will attack the rings. They will target the carriers. And our plan will fall apart before we save even a fraction of the people." + +Every leader in the chamber straightened and nodded with solemn determination.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +Freya turned toward the tiger-masked man. "Leader of the Obsidian Order," she commanded, her voice steady as granite, "you will take responsibility for this operation." + +The masked man bowed his head without hesitation. The Obsidian Order had always existed in the shadows, unseen and unheard, moving silently where no one else could. If any force in the world could execute a task like this without attracting attention, it was them. + +Max waited until the room settled before he spoke again. "There is one more thing." His voice shifted into something sharper, something that carried the weight of a coming storm. "I have found a way to strike the demons directly. A way to exterminate them for good." + +The leaders leaned forward. The tension doubled. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. + +Max smiled. But this time the smile was cold, decisive, and full of quiet confidence—the kind that appeared only when he had found a path no one else could see. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1268.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1268.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06718ce --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1268.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1261: Max’s Plan" +slug: "ch-1268" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1268 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1178 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Aden leaned forward with barely restrained urgency. "What way?" he asked. The tension in his voice was shared by nearly everyone at the table. They had searched, calculated, hunted, and theorized for months, yet not a single trace of a demon stronghold had been found on Acaris. + +Demons appeared, attacked, vanished, and reappeared elsewhere as if they slipped between the seams of reality. Now Max was saying he had a method to reach them. No wonder every pair of eyes burned with expectation. + +Max did not rush. He let the silence settle before he spoke, his tone calm and steady. "I don’t know if all of you are aware, but the demons are not hiding anywhere in Acaris. Their true base is inside a secret domain. A domain that belongs to the Nulls and Ascendants." His voice carried quietly through the chamber. "Because of this, no matter how thoroughly you search this world, you will never find them." + +Several leaders stiffened, others looked to Lucien instinctively. Only a handful in the room even knew such a domain existed. + +Lucien’s expression sharpened. "You found a way into that domain?" he asked slowly. His gaze remained fixed on Max, searching for a hint of exaggeration or bravado. Only those who mastered the fifth level concept of space deeply enough could slip past the spatial walls Mark had set around Nullaria. It was a barrier even Lucien himself had not yet tried to breach, and he trusted his own instincts enough to know how impossible it should be. + +Max simply smiled. "I did. I can enter Nullaria whenever I want. The spatial domain Mark created cannot repel me anymore. That world is the demons’ nest. Their refuge. Their training ground. Their strongest forces hide there." + +The chamber fell silent again—this time in awe and disbelief. + +Freya broke the silence. Her voice was soft yet absolute, the kind that cut through all uncertainty. "What is your plan?" + +Max clasped his hands in front of him and leaned slightly forward. "It’s very simple. Give me all the young geniuses who reached the peak of the Divine Rank in the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. Their bodies, souls, and concepts are strong, but their combat experience is still lacking. They need real battles, real danger, real momentum. And demons hiding in Nullaria are the perfect targets." + +He continued, his voice steady and confident. "I will personally lead them into Nullaria. I will be there to eliminate any danger that they cannot handle. But most battles will fall to them. They need this, and it will accelerate their growth beyond what training in the Middle Domain could ever offer." + +There was a stir of unease among some of the leaders, but Max raised a hand, stopping their objections before they formed. + +"I know what you’re thinking—risk, danger, casualties. But the demons must be exterminated soon. And we cannot wait for more favorable conditions. Nullaria is full of demons, but it is not filled with demon gods. Most of the forces there are mid-level and high-level Rankers. Nothing the new peak Divine Rank geniuses cannot handle with me beside them." + +He paused, then spoke the most crucial part. + +"As for Mark... he will not interfere." Max’s eyes gleamed. "We are giving him what he wants. He needs his souls and his crown. He knows we will eventually hand them over because it benefits him more than anyone else. Right now, he is desperate and cautious. He will not risk provoking us before his power is restored." + +The leaders exchanged uncertain glances, but the logic of Max’s words was undeniable. + +Max leaned back. "If everything goes according to plan, the demons will be completely eradicated within three months." + +His final request fell like a stone dropped into still water. + +"That is why I want all of you to delay opening the Celestial Beast Temple. Do not break the final seal yet. Give me three months. Once the demons are gone and humanity is secured inside the Life Space Rings, then we will unseal the last soul." + +The chamber descended into thoughtful silence, the weight of Max’s strategy settling into everyone’s minds. + +Freya’s calm inquiry moved across the table like a ripple. "What does everyone think?" she asked, her gaze sweeping slowly from one leader to the next, holding each set of eyes for a brief moment before moving on. The room remained tense for a heartbeat, the weight of the decision pressing on the air. + +Then the responses began to come. + +"I don’t have any objections," said the leader of the White Tiger God Nation, his expression steady. "At this point, any plan that gives us the initiative is a plan worth pursuing." + +"We are in agreement," the Phoenix God Nation’s emperor added, nodding once. "Max is the only being in this world who can enter Nullaria without alerting Mark. No force among us can replicate that." + +"It is a sound plan," another overlord declared. "If we can eliminate the demons where they hide, then the burden on the Middle Domain will lessen. That alone is worth the risk." + +One by one, voices aligned—some cautious, some resolute, but all unified. Even the most conservative leaders understood the necessity. Max was reckless at times, yes, but he was also the only person alive capable of breaking into the secret domain the demons were hiding in. If they refused this plan, they would be sentencing themselves to spend the next months waiting for the demons to initiate the next move. + +And no one wanted that. + +The nods continued in steady waves. Some leaders wore concern, some hope, and a few displayed something close to relief. Because for once, humanity was not scrambling to defend. They were moving to strike. + +Freya watched them quietly, her expression unreadable yet composed. When the final leader nodded, she turned back to Max and gave him the faintest hint of a smile—one that signaled trust, responsibility, and expectation all at once. + +"Good," she said, her voice settling over the room like a gentle verdict. "Then it is decided." + +She turned toward the table. "Max will take charge of the young Divine Rank geniuses and lead them into Nullaria. Their growth will depend on real battles, and their presence there will accelerate the eradication of the demonic forces. In the meantime, we will focus on preventing any demon from escaping into Acaris. If they attempt to flee back to this world, we will crush them before they slip through." + +The leaders nodded again, this time more firmly. The plan had taken root. + +Freya continued, her tone steady. "Work discreetly. No one outside this chamber should know about the Life Space Rings or the preparations. Humanity must be secured before the final seal is broken. This will be our last chance at survival." + +The room fell into a thoughtful quiet. Everyone understood the stakes. Everyone felt the tightening noose of time. + +"Anybody has anything else to add?" Freya asked. + +But not a single leader spoke. Seeing that she declared. "Alright the meeting has come to an end." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1269.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1269.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e81946 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1269.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1262: A Small Gathering!" +slug: "ch-1269" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1269 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At one of the many cafeterias within the vast territory of the Four God Nation, a particular hall stood out among the rest. It was a grand, open-air place built atop a floating terrace woven from ancient whitewood branches, suspended high above the capital. + +Soft spiritual lights drifted lazily around the ceiling like slow-moving fireflies, illuminating the room with a gentle glow. Voices murmured, laughter rose occasionally, and the scent of warm dishes blended with the fresh breeze blowing from the east. + +This hall was not a place for ordinary disciples. Every table was occupied by prodigies whose names carried weight across the Middle Domain. Young men and women who had returned from the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, individuals who had clawed their way to the peak of Divine Rank, and geniuses who could tilt the fate of entire regions with a single decision were gathered here casually, enjoying a rare moment of peace. + +Some wore the robes of the Azure Dragon God Nation, radiating a cold pride. Others bore the fiery patterns of the Phoenix God Nation. A few were wrapped in the icy aura of the White Tiger God Nation. These were the elite, the future pillars of Acaris, and their combined presence made the entire space hum with restrained pressure. + +And among them all, seated at a table near the open terrace, was Max. + +His presence mingled with the others yet still stood apart. The young Divine Rank geniuses sitting around him were strong, confident, and proud, but every few minutes one of them would glance toward Max with a mixture of respect and silent disbelief. It was difficult not to. The gap between them had widened so dramatically in such a short time that even those who once saw themselves as his rivals now struggled to comprehend the extent of his growth. + +A few tables away, two prodigies whispered animatedly. + +"I still can’t believe it. Did you see that attack in the Lower Domain?" one said, leaning forward with excitement. "He shattered Mark’s hand attack as if it was nothing." + +"It didn’t even seem real," the other replied. "And he did it with a single sword strike. A peak Divine Rank genius cannot do that... not even with their life on the line." + +Similar whispers traveled from group to group. Some spoke of Max’s feats in the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. Others marveled at how calmly he faced Mark. Many simply stared when they thought he wasn’t looking, their eyes reflecting awe. + +Max took it all in with a calmness he did not have months ago. He sat casually with his arms resting on the table, a cup of warm tea before him. Alice sat to his left with a faint, playful smile on her lips, and Lenavira sat to his right, her eyes bright with quiet excitement as she listened to a story from a young genius of the Phoenix God Nation. + +Lyra was also among them too but she kept her distances from Max unlike Lenavira and Alice. + +Across from him sat eight other Divine Rank prodigies—all of whom would follow Max into Nullaria soon. They were laughing, chatting, and trading playful remarks, but beneath their relaxed expressions was a deep undercurrent of anticipation. The idea of stepping into the domain of the demons thrilled them, terrified them, and challenged them all at once. + +Max watched them with a faint smile. He could feel the eagerness in their hearts. These young elites had been caged too long, forced to train, hide, or survive under the shadow of demons and ascendants. Now they finally had a chance to strike back—to prove themselves on a battlefield far removed from the rules of Acaris. + +The cafeteria buzzed with conversations, plates clinking, and the soft hum of energy. Yet despite the vibrant atmosphere, it was clear that the brightest presence in the entire hall was Max. His calm posture, gentle interactions, and occasional smiles set him apart in a way that no amount of power alone could. + +He wasn’t simply one among them. + +He was the one they looked toward without realising it. + +The hall belonged to the geniuses of Acaris, but the moment Max walked in, the tone of the entire place changed. Some stood straighter, some lowered their voices, and some felt an unfamiliar pressure settle on their shoulders. + +He was their leader now, whether they acknowledged it aloud or not. + +And in that floating cafeteria, surrounded by the most talented youths of the Middle Domain, Max quietly prepared himself—and them—for the journey into Nullaria that would begin very soon. + +The murmurs in the cafeteria faded into stillness the moment Max’s voice rose above the crowd. Even the drifting spiritual lights seemed to pause mid-air as every Divine Rank genius turned his way. There was no arrogance in their silence, only a deep, instinctive acknowledgment that the person speaking held more weight than any elder or ruler they had ever obeyed. + +Max stood from his seat, letting his gaze sweep slowly across the hall. He could feel each pulse of power, every surge of excitement, the hidden nervousness behind a few eyes, and the flickers of pride in others. + +These were the strongest young beings Acaris had produced in several generations. They were proud, sharp, and capable, but at the end of the day they were still young. Youth brought courage and passion, but it also brought impatience, impulsiveness, and a tendency to underestimate the enemy. + +He had to shape them. + +He had to make them function like a blade, not a group of scattered sparks.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +"Everyone," Max called once more, his voice firm yet calm. The air thickened with focus as the entire hall shifted their attention to him. + +Max continued, "I have selected a few leaders among you who will act as your pillars once we enter Nullaria. You will follow their commands without hesitation and without question." + +His finger rose as he listed the chosen ones. + +"Victor. Arthur. Seraphina. Chris. Christine. Daniel. Michael." + +Each named individual straightened in their seat. Some wore expressions of calm acceptance, others of fierce determination, and a few were visibly honored that Max placed his trust in them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-127.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-127.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..10ec6e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-127.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 127: Max’s Slow Rise" +slug: "ch-127" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 127 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1219 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The ones on the leads were marching towards the 300-meter mark, while those below Max had caught up with him, even though he was still slowly crawling toward the 200-meter mark. + +"Look at this kid! He’s been stuck at this range for minutes now." + +"Hahaha, true. I saw him cross the 100-meter mark with the others, but it’s ironic that while the rest are approaching the 300-meter mark, he’s still struggling to reach the 200-meter mark." + +"Look at his strength! He’s only at level 4 of Apprentice Rank, yet he still dared to enter the temple." + +"Maybe that’s the reason his speed slowed to a crawl when he reached the 100-meter mark." + +The geniuses who had caught up with Max from below mocked him for his snail-like speed. They had seen him reach the 100-meter mark quickly, like the others, but once he got there, his progress became painfully slow, which became the reason for their mockery. + +Max paid no attention to their words. He was focused on comprehending the pressure acting upon him as he slowly continued his climb at his own pace. + +At the 300-meter range, Alex looked down at Max, his face twisted into a wild sneer. "So what if you’re strong? So what if you’ve already comprehended an aura? If you can’t reach higher on the monolith tower, your talent is nothing but trash here." He laughed wildly, feeling exhilarated. + +After his humiliating defeat against Max, he had been brooding over it, growing increasingly depressed. However, seeing Max struggle to reach the easy 200-meter mark restored his confidence and lifted his spirits. + +Vance, who was climbing beside him, also glanced down at Max. "That’s strange. A person who has comprehended an aura should be climbing this monolith with ease, yet he’s the slowest of all." He said, frowning. + +"Slowest, but still climbing." Raman, who rarely spoke, remarked. + +Alex glanced at Max and shook his head, turning his attention to the others he considered real competitors. They were almost at the 300-meter mark, just like him, but the competition was now to see who would reach it first. + +"Is that trash from the East Region?" someone from the top sneered. It was a blue-haired man with a long face. "I heard that only trash like that comes from the East Region." + +Alex frowned as he recognized the speaker. ’That’s Nathan Drake from the South Region.’ + +"Brother Nathan, you’re too kind." Another person beside Nathan sneered, his expression sly. "From what I’ve heard, the East Region only produces trash. There have never been any true geniuses from that region, and there never will be."𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Nathan smiled, his face filled with disdain. "Brother Tom, you’re absolutely right. I must not associate with people like them, or I might end up as trash myself." + +Tom smiled slyly, hearing that. + +A young woman with bright golden hair, around 17 years old, glanced down at Max, shaking her head. She found it pitiful to see him climbing at such a pace. + +"Princess Aveline, you shouldn’t pay attention to such trash." A young man with black hair, wearing royal clothes, advised the princess. + +Aveline turned to him, her expression dark. "Who are you to tell me what to do? Remember your place, Mikale." + +The young man lowered his head in shame, gritting his teeth, his expression cruel. + +"Why so angry, Princess Aveline?" Just then, a young man appeared beside her. He had messy black hair and a wild face full of scars. + +Aveline glanced at him and ignored him as she continued her climb. + +The scarred young man licked his lips as he, too, slowly climbed upward. + +Time passed as everyone made their way to the top. + +The leaders finally crossed the 300-meter mark, but that was when things started to take a turn for the worse. The pressure past the 300-meter mark was almost ten times more intense than what they had faced before. + +"Damn, what is this?!" A young man shouted as he fell from the monolith, straight to the ground. + +"No! I can’t fall!" Another one fell despite trying his best to hold on. + +"Ahh, the pressure here is too much!" + +"This is my limit, I think…" + +The geniuses at the top began to fall, one after another, as they crossed the 300-meter mark. Some tried desperately to hold on, while others clung tightly, but they all failed to withstand the pressure and were brought down by it. + +In the end, only a few remained past the 300-meter mark: Alex and Vance from the Phoenix Order Guild, along with two or three from each of the guilds from the East Region. + +As for the other regions, Princess Aveline and the young man she had scolded were still holding on, followed by the duo of brothers Nathan and Tom Drake, and four other figures from the South Region. Behind them were the scarred young man and three others from the North Region. + +They were all doing their best to resist the pressure at the 300-meter mark, but it was clear that this was the limit for many. + +Max glanced at them and observed their struggles but paid them no mind. He continued his steady climb, slowly but steadily, reaching the 200-meter mark. + +The blob of slime watched everyone as the top contenders struggled. It observed Max crawl his way beyond the 200-meter mark with a bored smile on its face. + +Turning its attention to the base of the monolith, it saw the geniuses who had fallen attempt to climb again, only to find they couldn’t latch onto the monolith the same way they had the first time. + +"Those who have fallen from the monolith cannot begin to climb again." The blob sneered. "301, 302, or was it 303? That was the limit for you lot. It’s not much, but it shows that you at least have some potential to comprehend two or more auras. However, the chances of succeeding are close to zero." + +Experience exclusive tales on freewebnovel.com + +It added, "Wait while everyone in the monolith falls. I’ll take you to the next stage of the first floor." + +’There are more stages… for comprehending auras? Maybe.’ Max mused as he absorbed the pressure around the 250-meter mark. + +After fully adjusting to the pressure from the 100 to 200-meter range, Max found it easier to adapt to the 200 to 300-meter area than he had to the previous range. + +But there had been no increase in his fusion state. + +’Is this the correct way of climbing the monolith?’ Max thought for a moment. Using brute force to climb would be easy, but it had its limitations. Eventually, the pressure at the top would become so intense and overwhelming that brute force would crumble before it. + +At that point, only understanding the pressure would save anyone. + +Moreover, the true benefits of withstanding the pressure, letting it wash over his body, and comprehending it made Max feel a connection to many other elements. One of which was lightning. + +He could sense that if he continued to ascend the monolith while slowly comprehending the mixed auras in the pressure acting on him, he would surely comprehend the aura of lightning. + +It was just a vague feeling, but Max felt his connection to the lightning element was increasing as he climbed higher on the monolith. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1270.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1270.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bcf16d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1270.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1263: Training of the seven squads" +slug: "ch-1270" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1270 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1400 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"These seven will form the backbone of our operation," Max said. "They will lead seven squads. Each of you will be assigned to one of those squads based on your strengths, affinities, and teamwork potential." + +He paused for a moment to let the structure sink in. It was necessary. Nullaria was demon territory. There was no room for individual heroism. + +"You will not act alone," Max said, his tone firm. "Let me make that absolutely clear. You will move as squads. You will fight as squads. You will survive as squads. If even one of you breaks formation or disobeys your squad leader, the entire group may face consequences." + +The geniuses nodded, some swallowing nervously, others clenching their fists in excitement. + +Max continued, "The demons know every inch of Nullaria. They have traps, layers of protection, and defensive barriers. Entering without proper coordination is simply asking to die. That is why your squad leaders will not only give orders but also prepare your strategies. You will listen to them, understand them, and execute them with absolute precision." + +He turned toward the seven leaders again, his gaze sharper. + +"As for the leaders... your responsibility isn’t small. You are not there to show off your strength. You are there to make sure your squad comes out alive. I don’t care if you need to yell, drag, or scold them. I only want results. Protect your squad, guide your squad, and eliminate every demon you come across." + +Victor, Arthur, Seraphina, Christine, Chris, Daniel, and Michael all nodded. Their expressions carried a new weight. They understood they weren’t merely being given authority—they were being entrusted with lives. They had to act like real commanders. + +Max exhaled slowly before speaking again, this time with a calmer tone. + +"We will train together for three days before entering Nullaria. In those three days you will test your synergy, your speed, your awareness, and your ability to fight under pressure. There is no room for ego. There is no room for conflict among squads. Remember, our enemy isn’t each other—our enemy is the demon race that has brought this world to ruin." + +His voice softened slightly as he added, "I won’t let any of you die. Not under my watch. But for that to be possible, I need you to follow the plan. If we stay coordinated, we won’t just survive—we will dominate." + +The cafeteria remained silent for a long moment after he finished. Then slowly the geniuses began to react—some nodded fiercely, some exchanged determined glances, and some even smiled with bright confidence. + +Max looked at all of them with a small but genuine smile. + +"This operation will decide the future of this world. Let’s make sure the demons understand who they are about to face." + +The room erupted into renewed energy—not the scattered energy from earlier, but something sharper and more unified. The seeds of discipline had been planted. The structure had been set. The assault on Nullaria had begun long before they even stepped foot inside. + +For the next three days the entire Four God Nation felt as if a storm of youthful power had descended upon it. The cafeteria gathering had ended quietly, but the training that followed shook the entire region. The chosen geniuses scattered into their squads, and under the guidance of the seven leaders, each group began shaping itself into a cohesive force capable of surviving Nullaria’s deadly landscapes. + +Victor took his squad to the northern plains outside the main city where the wind roared like a living beast. His training was harsh and unrelenting. He forced his squad to fight against the winds themselves, pushing them to stabilize their bodies and maintain formation while being hit from all sides. + +Victor believed control was the foundation of a good team. If they could hold steady under chaotic winds, they would hold steady even when demons overwhelmed them. He drilled them with relentless sparring, made them dash through storms while maintaining specific positions, and taught them to attack without breaking the flow of their movement. + +His squad learned discipline in motion, speed with precision, and cooperation without a single spoken word. + +Arthur’s squad gathered in the dense forest outside the Azure Dragon God Nation. He focused on adaptability and environment manipulation. He scattered his squad across different terrains, forcing them to regroup under pressure in unpredictable battlefields. + +One moment they trained in tight, narrow paths where blades could barely swing, and the next they fought among towering trees where visibility was poor. Arthur believed real battles were never convenient. He taught them how to move silently, how to leave no trace behind, and how to ambush without revealing their presence. + +Under him, his squad became hunters, fluid and efficient, capable of blending into any terrain Nullaria might throw at them. + +Seraphina trained her squad in the vast open fields where she could unleash her flame element freely. Her approach was very different from Victor and Arthur. She emphasized synergy, trust, and timing. + +She forced her squad to coordinate attacks that required multiple affinities to merge perfectly at the exact moment. She would use her flame to blind or mislead them and then demand that they execute their formations regardless. She was strict, but she was also patient, guiding her squad to understand how to rely on one another without hesitation. Her squad began to move like a single flowing stream, each member complementing the next. + +Chris, calm and methodical, took his squad into the training grounds of the Phoenix God Nation where heat distorted vision and air shimmered constantly. He challenged his squad by making them fight under extreme temperature shifts. + +One moment scorching flames, the next moment icy shockwaves from artifacts he scattered across the field. Chris wanted his squad to learn how to stay calm when their bodies were under stress, when their senses were disrupted, and when their instincts screamed for relief. His squad learned endurance, clarity of mind, and how to make decisions under suffocating pressure. + +Christine guided her squad inside the Tower of Mirrors, a place filled with shifting illusions where one could not tell enemy from ally without absolute awareness. Her training focused on mental fortitude and illusion-breaking techniques. + +She challenged her squad with illusions of demons, illusions of betrayal, illusions of overwhelming power—forcing them to distinguish reality through soul perception and instinct. Many faltered on the first day, fearing their own hallucinations, but under Christine’s steady leadership they grew stronger. + +By the third day they walked through illusions as if walking through morning mist. + +Daniel trained his squad underwater where the water surface acted like a giant mirror that warped the reflections of those within it. Creating formations underwater was nearly impossible for most, but Daniel pushed his squad to learn to move with flow instead of against it. + +He taught them to fight with minimal movements, conserve energy, and use distortions in reflections to mislead opponents. By the end of the third day his squad was able to move underwater with the grace of aquatic beasts, forming lethal combinations in complete silence. + +Michael trained his squad at night under the lunar sanctums where darkness and shadows ruled. His squad specialized in stealth attacks, night assaults, and pinpoint strikes. He forced them to maintain their battles with restricted visibility and pressured them to stay silent even in the heat of combat. + +Michael believed precision was the greatest weapon of a warrior. Under his training, his squad learned to strike at joints, weak points, and vital spots with frightening accuracy. Their movements became sharp and quiet, like cold blades sliding through the dark. + +Across the three days, every squad experienced pain, exhaustion, failure, frustration, breakthroughs, and growth. Their strengths sharpened and their weaknesses weakened. By the end of the third day the Seven Squads stood ready—not as individual combatants but as seven blades forged in the fires of purpose. + +They no longer looked like scattered geniuses. They stood like an army. A young, fiery, and fearless army ready to step into Nullaria and turn the demon’s world into their hunting ground. + +And Max, watching all of this unfold, felt a quiet satisfaction settle in his chest. These geniuses were no longer boys and girls thrown into war. They had become a force worthy of leading humanity’s counterattack. The coming battle would be hellish, but after these three days Max was certain of one thing—Acaris had hope. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1271.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1271.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a184d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1271.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1264: Opening the way to Nullaria" +slug: "ch-1271" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1271 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the far edge of the Four God Nation, where cultivated lands gave way to empty rock and ash, a vast crowd had gathered under the pale morning sky. The wasteland stretched endlessly behind them, scorched and barren, yet on this day it felt strangely alive because every young genius who stood there radiated an aura of determination. + +They had spent three days drilling, bleeding, and reshaping themselves under the guidance of their seven chosen leaders. Now they were ready. Behind them, the elders and leaders of the Middle Domain watched silently, their expressions mixed with hope, nerves, and lingering disbelief that the operation about to begin was even possible. + +Above the gathering, dozens of void shuttles of different shapes and sizes hovered quietly. Some were sleek and narrow, crafted for speed, while others were large enough to carry an entire squad comfortably. Their metallic surfaces reflected the dim sky with faint glimmers of light. In the silence, one could hear the hum of their engines, a steady vibration that resonated through the entire wasteland. + +Max stood at the front, his presence calm but commanding. Lucien and Freya stood just behind him, alongside the leaders of the Four God Nation and representatives of every major faction of the Middle Domain. They were all waiting for one thing. + +"I will open the rift to Nullaria," Max said quietly, yet his words carried across the entire area as if the wasteland itself amplified them. + +Freya and Lucien exchanged a look, one filled with expectation and curiosity. They knew Max had grasped the fifth level concept of space, but they had yet to see what that mastery meant in practice. The leaders behind them leaned forward slightly, watching every movement Max made with attentive eyes. + +Max lifted his right hand slowly, focusing entirely on the point in the air before him. As he willed the full power of the fifth level concept of space—Spatial Dominion—the atmosphere responded immediately. The air around him rippled as though invisible waves pushed through it. The space directly in front of his hand began to tremble in a strange, unsettling way. + +It was not the trembling of physical matter but the trembling of the void itself. + +The surface of space behaved like disturbed water, fluctuating and bending, warping its shape with soft but powerful pulses. The fluctuations intensified steadily until the void seemed unable to contain the pressure Max was exerting on it. For a moment the gathered crowd could only watch as reality twisted like a curtain caught in a violent wind. + +Then, with a soundless snap, a thin crack appeared. + +It was small at first, no larger than a hairline fracture, but it pulsed with deep, eerie energy. Max did not stop. He pressed his will onto the crack, and it expanded slowly, pulling at the surrounding space as it widened. The fracture grew longer and broader, tearing through reality with an imposing inevitability. + +The air trembled as the crack expanded into a massive spatial tear. + +The tear stretched higher than the tallest void shuttle and widened enough for entire squads to march through side by side. Violent currents of foreign energy surged from the opening, painting the air with dark hues of gray and violet. A chilling wind blew out of the rift, carrying a scent that no one present had ever encountered before. It was alien. It was powerful. It was Nullaria. + +A collective hush spread across the crowd. The spatial tear no longer looked like a crack—it looked like the open jaws of another world waiting to swallow whoever dared to enter. + +Freya’s eyes softened with pride. Lucien’s expression filled with shock and admiration. Behind them, the leaders of the Middle Domain whispered among themselves, unable to hide their astonishment. + +Max lowered his hand and took a step back, the spatial tear now stabilized and fully open. + +"Squad leaders," he said calmly without turning, "prepare your teams. The way to Nullaria is open." + +The wasteland erupted into motion as the seven leaders shouted commands, rallying their squads and guiding them toward the waiting void shuttles. The ground shook beneath their coordinated steps, and arcs of energy rippled across the shuttles as they activated their cores. The soldiers of Acaris, young yet unyielding, marched toward the rift with eyes filled with purpose. + +Max paused only briefly at the threshold of the colossal spatial tear, letting its swirling violet and gray energies reflect across his eyes. This was the last moment he would spend in the Middle Domain before stepping into the demon nest. The air behind him shifted as Lucien, Freya, and the leaders of the Middle Domain walked forward to see him off. + +He turned toward them, and despite the tension of the mission ahead, a faint, warm smile touched his face. + +"I guess this is it," Max said softly, though his voice carried clearly through the wasteland. "I will see you all once we have exterminated the entire demon race from Acaris and from Nullaria." + +There was no arrogance in his tone, only certainty—certainty built on the foundations of his new mastery, the power of the geniuses behind him, and the clarity of the plan he had forged. + +Before he could turn again, Freya stepped forward and held out a small metallic button that glowed faintly in the sunlight. "Take this," she said gently. "It is not a magical artifact, nor is it equipped with any special powers. But press the button if a situation arises where you need immediate help. The moment it is activated, all of us will sense your location and come to you without delay." + +Max took the button with care. His eyes softened as he looked at his sister. "I’ll definitely keep it in mind," he replied, slipping the button into his spatial storage. For him, it was more than an emergency signal. It was a gesture from the sister he had searched for since the day he awakened his powers. It was reassurance. It was family. + +Lucien approached next with a calm, confident smile. "We will be waiting for your return," he said. His gaze drifted briefly toward the spatial rift. "And knowing you, it won’t take long." + +Max nodded back at him, grateful for the trust and silent understanding that had grown between them. + +Then he turned to face the seven squad leaders and the waiting void shuttles. Their squads stood assembled, tense with anticipation but steady, focused, ready. + +"All right," Max called out, raising his voice just enough for all of them to hear. "Let’s go." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1272.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1272.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04b1121 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1272.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1265: A Corrupted World" +slug: "ch-1272" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1272 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The response was immediate. The seven leaders raised their hands, signaling their squads to board the shuttles. Engines hummed and roared as the young geniuses climbed aboard one after another. The metal hulls vibrated with contained power, ready to leap into the unknown. + +Victor’s shuttle rose first, slicing into the sky with sharp precision. Arthur’s followed more quietly, gliding through the air like a shadow. Seraphina’s ascended in a burst of bright light, while Chris’s rose under a ripple of heat. Christine’s disappeared into the air as if swallowed by illusions, Daniel’s shimmered with reflected water, and Michael’s drifted upward in silent darkness. + +Max stepped onto his own void shuttle, closed the hatch, and with one final look at Alice and Lenavira, he vowed to protect, guided the craft toward the vast tear in space. + +The void swallowed him. + +One by one, every void shuttle followed until the last spark of light vanished into the rift. Then, as if sensing there was nothing more to take, the spatial tear closed behind them, leaving the wasteland eerily silent. + +Only then did Lucien exhale a long breath he did not realize he had been holding. + +"Your brother is becoming stronger at a frightening pace," he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the empty sky where the rift had been. "Every time I see him, it feels like his current strength surpasses the version of himself I met just days before." + +Freya folded her arms gently, though her eyes held a soft gleam of pride. "I told you before," she replied. "My little brother’s talent and potential exceed yours, and exceed almost everyone’s. In the Divine Realm, only a few individuals could hope to match him in raw potential." + +Lucien did not take offense. Instead, he let out a faint chuckle, shaking his head. "I believe it now more than ever." + +Freya looked toward the sky once more. A subtle expression flickered across her face—half worry, half faith. + +"Go on, Max," she whispered under her breath. "Show them what a Voidwalker can become." + +---- + +The world of Nullaria was strange in a way that felt fundamentally wrong, as if creation itself had been forced into a shape it was never meant to take. There was no sun, no moon, no stars, and no trace of celestial light anywhere above. + +Instead, long rivers of dark red clouds drifted across the heavens in silent, unsettling waves. They did not glow. They did not move with any natural rhythm. They simply writhed slowly, like living scars spread across a wounded sky. + +The air held the faint metallic scent of dried blood, and an oppressive heaviness settled over everything as though the world itself wished to drown whoever stepped upon it. + +The land below was no less disturbing. The surface of Nullaria looked rotten, discolored, and sickly. Shades of green smeared across the ground, but not the vibrant green of life or vegetation. It was a foul, murky shade that resembled the mold found on corpses long left to decay. + +The soil was cracked and brittle, breaking apart like scabs under the slightest pressure. No grass grew here. No flowers. No shrubs. Only a vast expanse of barren rot that stretched endlessly in all directions. + +Where trees might have once stood in some ancient age, only monstrous things remained. They resembled trees only in shape, their trunks enormous and twisted, as if they had grown while screaming. + +Their bark bulged in uneven lumps, sometimes swelling into grotesque shapes resembling faces or clawed hands pressed beneath the surface. Their branches hung low, curving downward like hooked claws waiting to snatch prey. + +Some branches dripped thick greenish-black sap that hissed faintly as it hit the ground, eating through the decayed soil like acid. These trees did not sway with the wind because there was no wind here at all. They simply remained still, watching like sentinels of a tortured world. + +The silence of Nullaria was almost unbearable. No birds, no insects, no rustling leaves. Only the slow dragging sound of the living clouds above. + +Then, without warning, the silence shattered. + +A thin line appeared in the air above the rotting ground. It shimmered faintly, almost invisible at first, like a hairline fracture cutting through the fabric of the world. The line widened. It stretched. It tore open with a silent force that bent space itself. + +The tear swelled rapidly until it became a massive spatial rift, its edges crackling with distorted energy that clashed against Nullaria’s sickly aura. + +From within the rift, the first void shuttle emerged. + +Its metallic hull scraped past the swirling edges of the tear, entering Nullaria’s sky like a sharp blade slicing into corrupt flesh. Moments later another shuttle followed, then another, until all seven squad shuttles floated above the rotten landscape. Their engines hummed strongly, but even that powerful sound felt strangely muted in this world. + +Finally, Max’s void shuttle descended through the tear. The moment its hull crossed into Nullaria, Max’s senses sharpened. He felt the world push against him like a faint resistance, as though it recognized him as an outsider and wished to reject his presence. But the pressure vanished quickly, unable to contend with the authority granted by his mastery of Spatial Dominion. + +The rift behind them shrank slightly but remained open, maintained by Max’s control of space. + +Hovering above the land, Max stepped out of his shuttle and stood at its edge. His eyes swept across the foreign landscape, taking in the dark clouds, the rotting ground, the monstrous trees, and the stillness that seemed far too deep for any natural world. + +"So this is Nullaria," Max muttered quietly, his voice low enough that only he and the squad leaders next to him could hear. "A world consumed by corruption." + +Behind him, the young geniuses exited their shuttles with guarded expressions. Even the most arrogant among them fell silent, their pride shrinking before the suffocating atmosphere of this dead land. + +Victor exhaled sharply. "This place... feels terrible." + +Seraphina clasped her hands together, forcing calm into her voice. "This darkness doesn’t feel natural. It feels like the world itself has been cursed." + +Arthur surveyed the monstrous trees and nodded grimly. "Stay alert. Anything here could be alive." + +They were all right. + +This was not simply another world. + +It was a diseased one. + +And now, Max and the geniuses of the Middle Domain had stepped into its depths. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1273.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1273.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ffc466e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1273.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1266: Finding Demon Lairs" +slug: "ch-1273" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1273 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1432 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I will go ahead and scout this area." Max said to others. "In the meantime if a situation arises, Victor you should take responsibility." + +"I won’t disappoint you." Victor said solemnly. + +Max nodded as his figure disappeared from the scene. + +Max’s form slipped from sight so smoothly that even the closest squad leaders could not tell the exact moment he vanished. One heartbeat he stood before them, and in the next the space he occupied folded silently as his presence faded completely. + +It was not a simple concealment. It was a perfect erasure created through the combined mastery of his invisibility skill and his Black Soul. Together, they produced a state where his physical form vanished, his aura dissolved, and even his existence became a whisper no living being could perceive. + +Unless Mark personally descended into Nullaria, no one here would ever sense him. + +The moment Max entered that state, the world around him seemed to slow. His senses sharpened into something cold, precise, and omnidirectional as he shot forward like a silent gust moving through a corrupted nightmare. + +He flew low over the rotting landscape. The air beneath him vibrated with faint pulses of corrupted energy, but none of it touched him. His Black Soul devoured the interfering forces before they even reached him, allowing him to glide through Nullaria like a shadow slipping between cracks in reality. + +He soon found the first signs of life.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Mindless Nulls. + +Hundreds of them wandered the terrain like broken puppets. Their bodies were twisted, hollow, drained of even the faintest spark of consciousness. They shuffled endlessly, colliding into each other without acknowledgment, some falling to the ground only to rise moments later with mechanical stiffness. + +Max hovered above a group of them. His eyes narrowed as he observed their movements. Their chests glowed faintly with dark red veins pulsing underneath their skin, as if some corrupted force drove them forward like insects drawn to a silent command. + +"This world is infested with these mindless nulls," Max whispered to himself. + +But they were not the only ones here. + +As he traveled deeper, he found clusters of Ascendants stationed at various points across the rotting plains. Their movements were swift, coordinated, and disciplined—very different from the mindless Nulls. + +Some wore robes inscribed with strange shifting patterns. Others carried weapons that pulsed with an eerie crimson glow. They moved in groups of three or five, patrolling specific areas with movements too sharp and focused to be random. They spoke little, if at all. Their expressions were cold, almost emotionless, like soldiers serving a master they could not disobey. + +Max watched from the shadows as two Ascendants passed within ten meters of him. Neither gave the slightest reaction. His invisibility skill erased visual presence, and his Black Soul erased spiritual presence. He might as well have been a ghost drifting through their world. + +But what truly caught Max’s attention came later. + +The demons. + +He found their first lair hidden within the hollowed trunk of a monstrous black-barked tree. Inside, more than fifty demons were gathered. They sat around a circular platform where bright red symbols pulsed with energy—some kind of formation channeling power from the land. + +Max inspected the layout silently, but before he could linger, he sensed more of these concentrated pockets across Nullaria. Not one, not two, but dozens scattered everywhere, hidden cleverly behind corrupted rocks, underneath collapsed temple ruins, inside the twisting limbs of colossal trees, and even burrowed deep into the green-rotten ground. + +The demons had anticipated an invasion. + +They had split their forces intelligently. + +Instead of building one large lair, they had constructed numerous smaller ones, each fully functional and capable of operating independently. This made wiping them out in a single attack impossible. Even if Max destroyed one lair, fifty more would remain scattered across the endless wilderness. + +Max floated above one such lair and narrowed his eyes. "They planned this well. They must have known that if humans ever reached Nullaria, a single strike against a central lair would be their doom. So they adapted." + +He scanned the horizon. More green rot. More twisted trees. More Nulls dragging themselves endlessly. Here and there, Ascendants moved in coordinated sequences, maintaining the balance of this cursed world. + +But Max’s resolve only sharpened. + +He disappeared from sight once more, moving even faster through Nullaria to complete the full map of demon locations. + +And all the while, he remained utterly untraceable. + +No Null looked up. + +No Ascendant flinched. + +No demon sensed a shift in the air. + +Only Max moved, silent and untouchable, mapping the underworld of Nullaria with calm precision. + +By the time he turned back toward the distant void shuttles and the young geniuses awaiting his report, he had already memorized the positions of every demon lair and every major patrol path of both Nulls and Ascendants. + +Max returned to the gathered geniuses with silent steps, his expression unreadable. The seven squad leaders had formed a half-circle, waiting for him with anticipation written across their faces. Seraphina was the first to break the silence. She stepped forward slightly, her long silver hair swaying with her movement as she asked, "So, what did you find?" + +Max took a slow breath before speaking. "First of all, this world is infested with mindless Nulls. They fill the land like crawling shadows. Everywhere I went, they moved in swarms, wandering without purpose. They are almost the largest population in this entire domain." + +A murmur ran through a few of the geniuses, though none dared to interrupt. + +Max continued, his tone steady. "I also found many Ascendants patrolling the area. They move constantly through Nullaria, but they do very little besides that. It seems their only purpose here is to maintain a controlled presence. They do not attack anything. They do not guard anything directly. They simply roam in patterns that repeat endlessly." + +He paused to let the information settle before shifting to the part that mattered the most. + +"As for the demons," he said. "I found their lairs. Many of them. Not one or two, but hundreds spread across Nullaria. Small pockets hidden in every region. Some are in the open land. Others are buried under the rotten ground. Some are hidden deep inside monstrous trees. They have scattered their forces intentionally. Because of this, it is impossible to wipe them all out in a short period of time." + +Seraphina frowned slightly, but Max held up a hand. + +"But you don’t need to worry about that." His voice was calm, confident, and firm. "Your mission is not to exterminate the demon race. That responsibility is mine. I am here for that exact reason." + +He shifted his gaze slowly across all the squads, making sure each genius met his eyes at least once. Their postures tightened under the pressure, but none of them looked away. + +"Your purpose in Nullaria is different. You are here to sharpen your blades," Max said. "Your strength may be at the peak of Divine Rank right now, but it will not be enough when the real threats appear. Many of you would struggle against the leaders of the Middle Domain who have been at the peak of Divine Rank for thousands of years. Strength without experience is brittle. It breaks the moment true pressure is applied." + +A heavy silence fell over the crowd. + +"We are here to fix that," Max continued. "You will fight. You will lead. You will make decisions that matter. You will face opponents who can kill you if you let your guard slip. That is how experience is formed. Not from comfort or safety, but from danger where hesitation is punished." + +He waited for the weight of his words to sink in before speaking again. + +"I will not stay in Acaris for long," Max said quietly. A few geniuses stiffened, shocked to hear him say this aloud. "Before I leave, I want to create a force capable of protecting this world. A group of people strong enough to face whatever calamity comes next. For that to happen, you all must rise far above your current selves." + +His gaze hardened just slightly. + +"Do not think about destroying demon lairs to save humanity. That is my job. I will handle the extermination. Your job is to grow stronger. To sharpen yourselves until your blades are worthy of defending an entire world." + +He stepped back slightly, giving them space to breathe. + +"Remember this well," he said. "The demons are not your true objective. Experience is." + +The geniuses lowered their heads in determination, the atmosphere shifting into something sharper, heavier, and filled with resolve. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1274.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1274.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fef7a6b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1274.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1267: Towards the first Demon Lair" +slug: "ch-1274" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1274 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1279 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max let his words linger in the heavy air for a moment before turning toward the distant horizon of Nullaria. The cursed land swallowed light like a void and twisted it into an eerie green gloom. The warped trees in the distance moved as if breathing, their branches rising and falling with a rhythm that felt disturbingly alive. + +The geniuses behind him felt the atmosphere tighten, and even the squad leaders straightened, waiting for his next instruction. + +"Now," Max said, his voice calm but firm, "let’s hunt down the first demon lair." + +A ripple went through the gathered geniuses, a mix of anticipation and nerves. Victor stepped forward. "What plan do you have?" he asked, expecting Max to lay out formations, strategy, patrol routes, or an attack pattern. Something logical. Something structured. + +Instead, Max smiled. It was a slow, knowing smile that made every squad leader fall silent. + +"Plan?" Max repeated, as if amused. "What plan are you talking about? I have no plan, Victor. And we won’t be using any plan." + +Victor froze. Others stared. A few geniuses blinked in confusion. + +Max continued before anyone could protest, his tone steady and composed. "The situations that you will face in the future will not always give you time to think. You won’t always have the luxury of standing in a hall, drawing maps, discussing strategies, or arguing with each other about the best route to take. Real danger does not wait. Real danger crashes down without warning." + +He walked closer to them, the sound of his steps soft but the weight of his presence heavy, pulling every gaze toward him. + +"In a real crisis," Max said, "you may have only seconds to choose. You may suddenly be surrounded without knowing how. You may face an enemy who appears without sound or warning. You may find yourself fighting alone. You may lose sight of your squad. You may fall into terrain that restricts your movement. You may be hunted. You may be cornered." + +He paused to let the severity of those words sink in. The younger geniuses swallowed hard. The squad leaders stepped forward unconsciously, as if absorbing a blow. + +"These moments," Max said, "are where lives are decided. Not by planned formations. Not by carefully arranged routes. But by instinct. Awareness. Reflex. Adaptability. That is why you are here." + +He pointed at the cracked, rotten earth around them. The land of Nullaria. A place where nothing behaved normally and where every breath carried uncertainty. + +"This world is perfect for your training," Max said. "It will feed you chaos at every turn. It will throw surprises at you without warning. And if you learn to survive here without relying on pre-made plans, then you will survive anywhere." + +The geniuses looked at each other, understanding slowly dawned across their faces. + +Max continued, his tone deeper. "I want you all to gain experience. And experience is born from unpredictability. So we will train under the same conditions your future enemies will force upon you. No plans. No comfort. No rehearsed steps. Only awareness. Instinct. And quick decision-making." + +He lifted his hand and pointed toward a distant slope in the green wasteland where faint traces of demonic energy pulsed like a heartbeat underground. + +"You will approach the first demon lair without any preparation," Max said. "You will adapt on the spot. You will deal with whatever comes your way. You will learn to fight without depending on perfect coordination or memorized formations. This is how real warriors are forged." + +The seven squad leaders straightened with renewed resolve. Victor nodded slowly. Arthur tightened his grip on his spear. Seraphina’s eyes glowed with sharp determination. + +Max finished with a calm but heavy tone. "Only when you can face chaos without fear or hesitation will you stand a chance in the future battles that await this world. That begins today." + +"Create a small base here for us to settle," He added. His tone left no room for hesitation. "The rest of you move forward with me." + +The squad leaders immediately moved into action. A small group of selected geniuses broke away from the formation and landed on the barren land. Under the guidance of their captains they began constructing a temporary base made of protective barriers, rune-reinforced shields, and layered defensive circles. + +Even though their strength was at the peak of Divine Rank, Nullaria’s oppressive atmosphere forced them to take every precaution. + +Meanwhile, Max drifted upward, lightly touching the air beneath his feet with spatial energy. The remaining geniuses rose behind him and followed as he moved deeper into the cursed world. The silence on their journey was unsettling. Even at this level of power they felt a faint chill, as though unseen eyes watched their every motion from the shifting green mist that clung to the terrain. + +Max said nothing as he led them. His senses had already extended outward in every direction, and he knew exactly where their first target was. The demons had been careful. They built their lair at the far edge of a wide valley where the cliffs curled inward just enough to hide movement and distort vision. + +To an average observer the place would appear empty and lifeless but Max had already seen the faint spiritual distortion the demons left behind. It was subtle, but not hidden from someone who had mastered spatial dominion. + +The geniuses followed him until the rugged ground curved downward, revealing the mouth of the valley. Max stopped mid-air, and the entire group halted behind him. + +Below them, tucked against a narrow ledge, was the demon lair. + +It was a patchwork of pitch-black stone, jagged tunnels cut into the cliff face, and shadowy figures moving in and out of the openings. Strange purple flames flickered near the entrances, making the entire lair appear alive with twisted demonic energy. The number of demons present was high. Dozens moved through the shadows and deeper inside Max sensed hundreds more. + +Max slowly turned to the geniuses gathered behind him. His expression remained calm but his voice carried across the silent chasm with unmistakable weight. + +"Your task is to kill all the demons present in that lair," Max said. "Every last one of them." + +Not a single genius made a sound. Their eyes were fixed on him. + +"But remember something important," Max continued. "No matter how strong you are, no matter how confident you feel, your survival comes first. Do not take a fight you cannot win. Do not let pride or impulsiveness decide your fate. If you must retreat, then retreat. I would rather see you fall back and fight another day than throw your lives away." + +He let those words sink in, especially for the younger prodigies whose egos burned hottest. + +Max looked directly at the squad leaders standing at the front. "As for the squad leaders, you bear the greatest responsibility. Every person in your squad is under your protection. You must watch them carefully. You must lead them decisively. If one of them is about to walk into a trap, you are the ones who must pull them out of danger." + +He pointed down toward the blackened valley with a calm, steady gesture. "If anything strange happens, if something too powerful comes out, if things turn chaotic, leave it to me. I will handle all the oddities. You only have one job." + +His voice hardened. + +"Sharpen your blades." + +The geniuses clenched their fists, their eyes burning with determination. + +Max raised his hand, palm open, and let it fall.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +"Go." + +Dozens of figures shot downward all at once, streaks of divine light rushing toward the demon lair as the first true battle of their Nullaria expedition began. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1275.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1275.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b1ec483 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1275.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1268: Battle!" +slug: "ch-1275" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1275 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1059 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Their figures streaked across the rotten skies of Nullaria, each wrapped in their own aura of power, each carrying the blazing intensity of those who had just reached the peak of Divine Rank. + +The valley below shuddered as they descended. Demonic roars erupted from within the dark stone tunnels. The demons were caught off guard for only a heartbeat before they swarmed outward in a wave of bone, claws, and corrosive energy. + +The battle erupted instantly. + +Victor’s squad hit the ground first. Victor landed like a meteor, his fist driving into the earth and sending a shockwave across the valley floor. Dozens of demons were blasted backward, their bodies skidding across the jagged green surface. Before they could stand again Victor had already shouted for his squad. + +"Spread and strike from the flanks. Do not stay still!" + +His squad responded with precision. Arthur’s squad came from the right and enveloped the demons with wind-infused sword light that moved like a blur. Seraphina’s squad filled the air with golden arrows that shot in scattered, curving paths, illuminating the battlefield with bright trails. + +Each arrow pierced through multiple demons before dispersing into motes of light. Daniel and his group handled the defensive line. They erected barriers of light that blocked the corrosive blasts demons fired back at them. + +The demons were ferocious. They charged without regard for injury or strategy, their bodies moving with violent, animalistic hunger. Some had twisted limbs shaped like serrated blades. Others were larger, their scales covered in dripping darkness that corroded the ground wherever it touched. + +Despite their chaotic nature the demons were strong, stronger than any monsters in Acaris. They clawed, tore, and hurled chunks of corrupted stone at the charging humans. + +Christine’s squad moved with remarkable coordination. She shouted instructions sharply, her presence calming her members. When a demon lunged toward one of her younger members, she intercepted it with her spear, the weapon piercing directly through its skull. + +She used the demon’s collapsing body as a platform and leaped into the air to strike two others behind it. Meanwhile Chris used his blazing fire domain to burn down groups of demon fodder who tried to surround their flank. + +Michael’s squad moved like a storm. He was the calmest leader of the seven. Whenever a member of his squad was in danger he moved with flawless timing, intercepting blows, redirecting attacks, or pushing his teammates into safer positions without wasting a single word. + +A few of the younger geniuses panicked in front of a large demon that emerged from the tunnel mouth. The creature was the size of a house with three horns and a chest that glowed with demonic runes. It charged at them with a scream. + +Michael stepped in front of them. His hand rose slowly and a dense wave of lightning exploded outward. The blast threw the large demon off its feet and ripped its chest apart. Before the creature could regain its balance two members of his squad darted forward and finished it off. + +High above all of them, Max observed in silence. + +His figure hovered without sound. His aura was completely withdrawn. In this silent state even an Ascendant walking beneath him would never realize he was there. His eyes followed the battlefield with calm analysis. + +He watched how Victor took initiative and crushed the frontline to open space for his team. He watched how Seraphina used her arrows to guide her squad’s movement, forcing demons into positions where her people had the advantage. + +He watched how some of the younger geniuses hesitated, their inexperience showing even though they possessed enormous power. He paid attention to how each squad leader reacted, how they guided their teams with different styles. He noted every weakness that appeared, not to criticize them but to help them later. + +’Clearly not all the demons here are peak Divine Rank and yet some of our geniuses showed hesitation and weakness against them.’ Max noted this down. It happened because of lack of experience in the Divine Rank. They were only at peak Mythic Rank a while ago and then all of a sudden they reach peak Divine Rank. Even though they possessed enough power they weren’t used to it like these demons do. + +’They would need a lot of battle to get use to their true strength.’ Max thought calmly. + +The battle grew more chaotic. More demons emerged from within the dark tunnels. Their shadows grew dense as they poured out of the lair like a flood of corrupted life. Some demons clung to the cliff walls and leaped downward to bite at the humans from above. Others spat streams of corrosive darkness that tore the ground apart. + +The squads adapted. Victor’s group formed rotating circles that switched positions constantly to confuse the enemies. Arthur’s squad moved behind the demons—swift, deadly, cutting down every exposed back. Seraphina’s rain of arrows created shifting walls of light that disrupted the demons’ coordination. + +For every demon the geniuses struck down, three more appeared. Yet none of them faltered. They shouted to one another, covered each other’s blind spots, and slowly grew accustomed to the demons’ style of attack. The battlefield turned into a distorted arena of flying debris, violent explosions, and streaks of divine light. + +Max hovered, completely still. His eyes followed every strike, every mistake, every clever move. His expression carried no worry, no urgency. He knew this was the beginning. This was their first trial. If they could not handle this, they would never be able to face the horrors waiting deeper inside Nullaria. + +When one of the younger geniuses nearly got ripped apart by a demon hiding in the shadows, Daniel intercepted with a barrier that repelled the attack. Christine shouted at her squad to adjust formation. Michael calmly handled a surprise assault. Arthur sliced through a demon that tried to escape. Seraphina shot down a winged demon before it could dive. + +All while Max remained above them. + +And quietly, but unmistakably, he allowed himself a small nod. + +They were improving already. + +But it wasn’t a challenging battle for them. The demons in this lair were in the Divine Rank sure but only a few of them were in the peak of Divine Rank. And for the human geniuses who were all at the peak of Divine Rank, this battle was rather easy for them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1276.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1276.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e98a20b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1276.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1269: Max’s Goal" +slug: "ch-1276" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1276 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon the number of demons began to diminish. What had started as a surging tide of mindless fury slowly shrank into scattered pockets of resistance. The squads, who at first moved with a mix of caution and inexperience, now fought with a rhythm that resembled seasoned veterans more than newly-awakened peak Divine Rank geniuses. + +Their movements began to align with one another in ways Max had hoped for. The chaotic battlefield gradually shifted into something the young geniuses dominated with growing confidence. + +Victor led the final charge on the frontline. The ground trembled beneath each step he took. A cluster of demons tried to overwhelm him together, yet their claws and corrosive blasts broke against his fists as if striking a mountain. He tore through them, catching one demon by its arm and smashing it into the cliff wall so hard its body caved in. + +When another demon attempted to strike him from behind, one of his squad members stepped in and cut its legs before it reached Victor. Their teamwork had evolved naturally, their instincts sharpening with every exchange. + +Arthur’s squad worked like a cyclone on the right flank. Their movement was fluid and confident. Arthur’s sword light carved through the last remaining demon ambushers with refined accuracy. When a demon tried to escape toward the valley’s forest of twisted trees, Arthur flicked his wrist and unleashed a sweeping crescent of wind. + +The attack flew across the valley floor, slicing the fleeing demon in half before it even understood what hit it. His squad followed behind him, finishing every straggler with unwavering precision. + +Seraphina’s squad created a rain of golden light. Their arrows never missed their mark. Each arrow moved along a curved path, guided by Seraphina’s mastery over her element. They picked off every demon still trying to hide in the dark crevices of the lair walls. + +A demon that had managed to cling to the shadows and avoid detection tried to leap at one of the newer geniuses, its jaws wide. Seraphina released an arrow without a moment of hesitation. The arrow pierced straight through its skull, pinning the demon’s body to the valley floor. Her squad members finished the last cluster around her, their expressions calm and focused. + +Daniel’s squad secured the rear with unmatched discipline. They used their barriers not only defensively but offensively, trapping demons in confined spaces before crushing them with overlapping fields of force. + +When a particularly large demon attempted to push past the rear guard, Daniel expanded a dome of condensed black flames around it. The demon struggled, screamed, and then exploded into dust as the dome constricted. His squad supported the other groups by sealing off pathways the demons might have used to ambush them. + +Christine’s squad swept through the left side of the valley like a burning tide. Her spear lit the battlefield with scorching energy. Every strike she made sent ripples of heat across the area, turning demons into ash. Her squad worked with a fiery synergy, overwhelming the remaining demons in their quadrant. If a demon tried to resist, her spear found its heart. If a demon tried to flee, her flames engulfed it before it could take two steps. + +And Michael’s squad was the quiet storm at the heart of the battlefield. He and his group moved with such calm that it created an eerie contrast to the chaos around them. They finished demons methodically, one after another, without a single wasted motion. + +Michael struck down the last of the hulking demons with a bolt of condensed lightning that pierced straight through its chest. His squad then cleared the final pockets of resistance with perfect coordination. + +In the span of a few breaths the demon lair fell silent. + +No more roars. + +No more clawing. + +No more attempts to ambush. + +Only scattered demon corpses dissolved into black mist as the corrupted energies dissipated. The valley that once rumbled with demonic fury now echoed with the steady breaths of the young geniuses who stood victorious. + +From high above, Max watched the final demon collapse. The shadowy world of Nullaria absorbed the last fading sparks of demonic energy, leaving nothing but stillness. + +Max descended slowly. + +His feet touched the cracked earth with quiet steps. The young geniuses gathered around him, their expressions glowing with pride, relief, and a faint but unmistakable thrill. They had entered their first demon lair without a plan, without preparation, and yet they emerged unscathed with every demon slain. + +"Well done," Max said, his voice calm yet carrying an approving weight that made many of them straighten unconsciously. "You adapted. You worked together. You handled yourselves without hesitation." + +Some geniuses smiled. Others simply exhaled long breaths of relief. A few looked at their squad leaders with grateful admiration. + +Max continued, "This was only the first lair, and it was one of the smallest. More difficult ones wait ahead, but this... this is a good start." + +The young geniuses stood tall. + +The battlefield smelled of victory. + +Black flames rose from Max’s feet as it spread to the entire battlefield of the demon lair. Everyone was surprised to see the sudden rise of black flames from Max’s feet but they didn’t panick. In no time, all the corpses of demons were burned and devoured into the black flakes leaving not even a single limb behind. + +’My current strength is at the peak of Mythic Rank.’ Max thought quitely as he devoured all the essence on those corpses of the demons. ’And knowing me, it would take abyssal amount of energy to level up to Divine Rank.’ + +The current him felt that his chances against Mark was pretty good right now but would that be the same if Mark acquired his full strength when the other two part of his souls and crown are back to him? + +’Everything depends on me to level up to Divine Rank.’ Max thought with resolve. He believed that if his strength were to reach the Divine Rank or even the 1st level of Divine Rank, then he would have absolute confidence in himself that he would have enough strength to take down a fully powered Mark. + +And because of this goal, he had come to the Nullaria with the hope of entering the Divine Rank by devouring all the demons present here. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1277.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1277.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..297c5bc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1277.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1270: A Bitter Truth" +slug: "ch-1277" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1277 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1098 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A full week slipped by inside the twisted world of Nullaria, and in that time the young geniuses—guided, watched, and sharpened by Max—swept through the land like a silent storm. + +Ten demon lairs were erased from existence. Ten pockets of corrupted life, gone. The demons inside those lairs were hardly weak by normal standards; each lair held three or four peak Divine Rank demons along with dozens of mid-ranks. + +Yet the young geniuses now stood so far above their former selves that fighting these demons felt no more demanding than clearing low-rank dungeons. + +The battles were swift, decisive, and frighteningly efficient. + +Squad leaders coordinated their teams with precision. + +Members adapted and cooperated without hesitation. + +And every time a demon fell, the geniuses grew sharper. + +To them, this was experience they desperately needed. + +To the demons, it was an encroaching nightmare. + +Max watched each lair fall from the shadows. He rarely interfered. He simply observed from a distance—silent, invisible, his presence masked by the perfect harmony of his Invisibility Skill and his Black Soul. Not even the Ascendants patrolling Nullaria could sense him. Unless Mark himself descended, Max was an unseen ghost to every being in this cursed world. + +Each lair’s destruction gave him more insight into the growth of these young fighters, and at the same time clarified a truth he had already sensed. + +This peace would not last. + +The upper echelons of the demon race would not sit idle after losing ten lairs. They were cunning, suspicious, and ruthless. They would soon realize something was wrong. And when they did, they would act. + +’I wonder how they’ll do when things get serious,’ Max thought as he stood atop a jagged cliff overlooking the ruins of the tenth lair. The geniuses were down below, celebrating lightly after the final demon corpse turned to ash. Their spirits were high. Their teamwork was smoother than before. Their killing intent had matured. But Max wasn’t watching their joy. + +He watched their weaknesses. + +He watched their hesitation in isolated battles. + +He watched the way some of them still relied too much on support from their leaders. + +He watched how they reacted when a demon used tricks instead of brute force. + +’Against ordinary peak Divine Rank demons, they’re fine,’ Max mused quietly. ’But if someone like Balthazar shows up...’ + +He exhaled slowly. + +That was the real concern. + +Balthazar was not just strong. + +He was unpredictable. + +He tricked opponents into giving him openings. + +He hid his true strength behind words and smiles. + +Max had crossed paths with him many times, and even though Balthazar had rarely shown his full power, it had been enough. The man radiated danger. He had a way of slipping out of death like an eel, and a way of turning situations to his advantage with nothing but a few lazy words. + +If any of the young geniuses faced him one-on-one, even the strongest among them might fall. + +’In a group they stand a chance,’ Max thought. ’But alone... even Victor or Seraphina might not hold out against him.’ + +He folded his arms, watching the young geniuses laugh below as the last of the demonic ashes were scattered by Nullaria’s cold winds. + +They had grown. + +They had become stronger. + +But the real test was still ahead. + +’Sooner or later the higher demons will respond. And when that happens... either they rise to another level or they break.’ + +Max closed his eyes briefly. + +He wasn’t worried about himself. + +He wasn’t worried about fighting Balthazar again. + +He was worried about whether any of these geniuses could stand tall on their own after he left this world. + +’They need to see what true danger looks like. They need to stand before a monster and refuse to collapse. Otherwise, humanity will crumble again the moment I am gone.’ + +He opened his eyes and watched his group with a quiet determination. + +The cleansing of ten demon lairs was only the beginning. + +The true war in Nullaria had yet to start. + +"Alright, this is it for now." Max said. "Head to the camp." + +---- + +The resting camp lay quiet beneath Nullaria’s dim sky, wrapped in that unsettling green gloom that never changed. + +After seven straight days of nonstop combat, the young geniuses had finally been granted a pause. Their bodies could fight for months without strain, but their minds were another matter altogether. Mental exhaustion had settled into their bones like a cold weight, rarely acknowledged yet impossible to ignore. + +As soon as they reached camp and found the rows of makeshift beds inside their tents, they collapsed without hesitation. No one even bothered to remove armor or clean the demon blood from their clothes. + +Sleep claimed them in an instant. Breathing evened out. Weapons lay untouched at their sides. A strange peace settled over the battlefield veterans who had just begun to understand what real war meant. + +At the center of the camp, a small fire crackled softly. Its orange glow pushed weakly against the unnatural darkness of Nullaria, giving the surroundings a fragile warmth. Max sat there on a small boulder gaze fixed on the flames. + +Around him sat the seven squad leaders—Victor, Seraphina, Arthur, Chris, Christine, Daniel, and Michael. Their faces were illuminated by the firelight, each expression serious, each posture attentive. + +They had fought well. They had led well. + +But they still had questions. + +And doubts. + +Victor leaned forward, brows drawn low as he stared at Max. "So you’re saying none of us can hold our ground against Balthazar?" + +The others shifted slightly, watching Max closely. Seraphina’s sharp eyes narrowed with silent curiosity. Arthur looked troubled. Daniel and Michael exchanged a glance. Christine’s shoulders stiffened. Chris exhaled sharply, waiting for Max’s answer. + +Max didn’t respond immediately. He watched the flame dance for a few seconds more as though the answer was written in its patterns. Then he lifted his head, eyes calm, voice steady. + +"It’s not that you can’t," Max said, his tone gentle yet firm. "It’s that you aren’t ready yet." + +He let the words settle before he continued.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +"You need to understand something. Balthazar has lived for thousands of years. That means thousands of years spent fighting, surviving, scheming, learning, killing, and adapting. He didn’t reach where he is by relying on talent alone. He reached that level through accumulation. Layer after layer of experience, decision making, strategic sense, instincts that no young genius can possess." + +He looked around at them one by one. + +"In comparison, none of you have lived even a hundred years. Not one." + +Seraphina frowned slightly, but she didn’t refute him. The truth was the truth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1278.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1278.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c08329c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1278.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1271: A Little Game" +slug: "ch-1278" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1278 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1049 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"And if not for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain," Max continued, "your strength wouldn’t be what it is right now. That domain pushed you ahead by centuries. Without it, you would still be climbing slowly like everyone else." + +He paused and let the crackling fire fill the silence. + +"So no... you aren’t weak. Not even close. You’re among the strongest Divine Rank geniuses this world has produced in ages. But strength doesn’t replace experience. And experience is what Balthazar has in abundance." + +He leaned back slightly, eyes softening. + +"That’s why I brought you all here. Not just to kill demons. Not just to sharpen your blades. You’re here to learn how to think in battle. How to survive when plans crumble. How to react when your enemy tricks you. How to adapt when the situation shifts suddenly." + +His voice lowered, becoming more grounded. + +"Facing Balthazar right now would be like facing someone who has seen everything. Every trick. Every trap. Every strategy. And has counters for all of them." + +Another moment of quiet passed between them. + +"But someday," Max said slowly, "I believe every one of you can surpass him." + +Seraphina looked into the flames, her eyes steady. Arthur clenched his fists with renewed resolve. Victor exhaled deeply, nodding once as if accepting something he already understood. + +The fire crackled again. + +And Max smiled faintly. + +"Experience is earned in the field. That’s why we’re here. And that’s why I’ll keep pushing you. Until there’s nothing in this world—or any world—you can’t face." + +The leaders sat there silently, each absorbing his words in their own way. The firelight flickered across their determined faces. + +And somewhere beyond the camp, hidden in the cursed winds of Nullaria, the demons stirred. + +Unaware that their hunters were growing stronger by the day. + +And preparing for the one enemy none of them could afford to underestimate. + +"Go and rest for a bit. From tomorrow onwards things will progress at a much faster rate," Max said to the seven squad leaders. His tone carried a quiet certainty that left no room for argument. + +The squad leaders exchanged glances, each of them sensing that something heavier than usual lay behind his words, before they returned to their camps. They settled down for the night just like the other geniuses scattered throughout the campgrounds, unaware of what the next day would bring. + +Only Max chose to remain by the campfire. He stayed seated before the slow, steady flames, his eyes fixed on the silent dance of the fire. The glow flickered across his expression, revealing nothing yet hinting at thoughts far deeper than the flames reflected. + +---- + +When morning arrived, everyone woke with the familiar expectation of heading back out to clear demon lairs. They prepared themselves as they always did, adjusting armor, checking weapons, and gathering supplies. + +Strangely, Max did not call for immediate action. Instead he instructed everyone to gather beside the camp, which immediately pulled their attention away from their usual routine. + +People began whispering among themselves as curiosity spread through the crowd. Max rarely changed plans without reason, and the lack of urgency to engage demons left them wondering what he intended. + +Max hovered calmly in the air as they assembled, waiting until the last group arrived. Once the gathered crowd quieted, he spoke with a steady voice that carried across the open field. "Do not concern yourselves with clearing demon lairs today. You only need to know that the fight will come to us instead." + +The moment he said this, everyone’s expressions shifted. They understood something significant was about to unfold, and the atmosphere became tense as they straightened their backs and focused their attention on him. The idea that demons would come to them instead of the other way around planted a seriousness in their hearts that completely erased the earlier confusion. + +Max continued speaking as the wind brushed past him. "For now, we will try something different." His eyes rested on the seven squad leaders. "Squad leaders, come up." His voice was light but carried a certain weight that made them react instantly. + +The seven squad leaders lifted themselves into the air, flying toward him until they came to a stop in a semicircle in front of him. The others down below watched with anticipation, wondering what Max planned to do with the strongest individuals under his command. + +"Use everything you have," Max said with a grin that revealed both confidence and intent. "If any one of you manages to touch me, even for a moment, you will earn a point. If you fail, the point goes to me." His words rolled across the sky, and the squad leaders narrowed their eyes as they tried to understand whether he was being serious or simply provoking them. + +Seraphina stepped forward slightly and asked, "Is that a challenge to us?" Her voice carried a hint of excitement wrapped beneath respect, since she could never fully predict what Max intended. + +"A challenge?" Max let out a soft sneer as he looked at all of them. "No. None of you are strong enough for something like that. Think of this as an elder guiding the younger generation. Treat it as training rather than a challenge." + +His tone was calm yet sharp enough to pierce pride, and the squad leaders felt heat rush through their chests at his blunt evaluation. They understood what he meant, yet his words made them grit their teeth as they prepared themselves. + +The air seemed to still around them as they readied their strength, and everyone on the ground sensed that something intense was about to begin. + +The seven squad leaders exchanged looks, each expression darkening in its own way. Some twitched with annoyance, some with disbelief, some with an unspoken itch to strike back at the arrogance in Max’s voice. + +Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, sharp as a blade. Victor let out a slow breath while his jaw tightened. Arthur cracked his knuckles once as if preparing himself mentally. + +Daniel’s lips curved in a dry smile. Only he understood that even if all of them fight together, they would be no match for Max. + +Christine rolled her shoulders as if loosening her muscles. Michael and Chris shared a look somewhere between irritation and reluctant excitement. + +But none of them spoke. Not yet. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1279.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1279.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d15df74 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1279.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1272: Squad Leaders’ Pride as a genius" +slug: "ch-1279" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1279 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1211 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s grin only widened at their reactions. "What?" he asked calmly. "Did you think the seven of you combined would be enough to push me? Don’t flatter yourselves." + +The comment struck exactly as intended. A wave of suppressed fury rippled through the squad leaders, though they held it back with discipline. They were proud geniuses. They had risen through countless battles. They had earned their positions through merit and blood. And yet Max belittled them so casually. + +Below them, the rest of the geniuses watched in tense silence. Some faces showed excitement. Some showed awe. Others showed sympathy for the squad leaders who had been challenged so openly. The air vibrated faintly with energy as everyone sensed the pressure building. + +Max let the silence stretch for a moment longer before he continued. + +"You trained your squads well these past days. You worked hard. You improved. Good." + +His gaze sharpened suddenly. + +"But you are still predictable." + +He raised a finger. + +"You plan your attacks too cleanly. You think too much in straight lines. You rely on formations, teamwork, and coordination. All good things. But none of that will matter when someone like Balthazar appears and blows all your plans apart in an instant. In front of absolute strength, all means are useless." + +A soft breeze passed by, carrying the distant growls of mindless Nulls across the green wasteland. + +Max floated slightly higher, his black hair swaying as if the world itself shifted for him. + +"So today," he said, "I want to see what you do without formation. Without advance planning. Without relying on your squads. I want to see raw instincts. I want to see how much of your strength comes from yourselves alone." + +His voice lowered, deeper and more serious. + +"If you can’t even touch me... then none of you are ready for what is waiting deeper in Nullaria." + +Seraphina finally spoke. "You’re saying this while hovering in front of us like you’re untouchable. Are you sure you understand who you’re talking to?" + +Max smiled slightly. "Seraphina, if you want to teach me a lesson, then come try. I’m right here." + +Arthur stepped forward. "All seven of us? At once?" + +"Yes," Max replied. "All seven. Together. Give me your best attacks. Use your full strength. Use all your techniques. I won’t counterattack." + +That silenced everyone again. + +Max added, "Your only objective is to touch me. Not defeat me. Not overwhelm me. Just touch me." + +Daniel muttered sighing, "That sounds impossible." + +Michael whispered glancing at Daniel, "Is he serious?" + +Chris clenched his fists. "No... he wouldn’t say it unless he was certain. Remember, Daniel is from the Black Lotus Guild and I heard Max is the current leader of the Black Lotus Guild." + +Max then addressed the squads below. "All of you will watch. This is for your growth too." + +His gaze drifted back to the squad leaders. + +"Because from today onward, your training is no longer about fighting demons. It’s about surpassing your limits. About surviving the unpredictable. About learning to stand against beings far beyond your current understanding." + +He lifted one finger again. + +"Seven of you. One of me. You touch me, you win." + +He then said, in a calm and utterly devastating voice, + +"Now show me what you think peak Divine Rank truly means." + +The seven leaders tensed. Power flared around them—fire, lightning, wind, metal, water, light, shadow—each bursting outward in brilliant auras. The air shook with their combined presence. The pressure alone caused cracks along the barren ground below. + +Max hovered there, completely relaxed. + +As if he wasn’t facing seven peak Divine Rank geniuses. + +As if he wasn’t even threatened. + +His final words fell softly across the battlefield, slicing through the tension like a whisper carried by fate. + +"Come. All of you. If you can make me take even one step, I will be impressed." + +"Don’t regret it then," Victor said with a wide grin as he allowed his aura to rise slowly, letting it build with deliberate intensity. Before releasing his full power, he swept his gaze toward the other squad leaders, measuring their expressions and gathering their resolve. + +"Everyone, Max seems to be underestimating us in a rather serious way. If he believes we are that far behind him, then we should give everything we have and remind him that we stand much closer than he thinks." + +His voice carried a mix of encouragement and exciting, stirring the competitive fire in the others. The aura around him continued to surge, creating a visible ripple around his figure, and his grin deepened as excitement gradually replaced annoyance. + +Seraphina stepped forward with calm confidence, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as she felt the heat of Victor’s rising momentum. "You are right," she said while nodding. "There is no reason for us to hold back here. Let us show him our full strength and make him reconsider every single word he just spoke." + +Her tone carried a steady determination, and sparks of energy began to rise around her form. It was clear that this opportunity motivated her more than any battle against demons, because this was a test of pride rather than a clash against enemies. + +Arthur crossed his arms before releasing a deep breath, and his expression slowly shifted from restraint to an unwavering readiness. "You two make a fair point," he said with a firm nod. "Even if none of us can match Max on our own, it still feels highly dismissive for him to gather all seven of us and expect that we will struggle to even touch him. We have earned our positions as top level geniuses through effort and talent, and we also carry our own pride. It would be shameful to let his words pass without proving something in return. Let us show him the strength that allowed us to stand here in the first place." + +His aura expanded as he spoke, the sound of crackling energy breaking through the air like the distant rumble of an approaching storm. + +Chris and Christine exchanged a glance before nodding together. Their expressions hardened with resolve as their auras rose in unison, one radiating firelike pressure and the other releasing a chill that felt sharp enough to cut through the surrounding air. + +Their synchronization added a sense of balance to the group, as if the formation had suddenly completed a silent unspoken alignment. + +Michael at the side also powered up. + +Only Daniel remained still. He offered no immediate aura flare or declaration of challenge. Instead he lifted his hand and dragged it across the back of his neck in a weary gesture before forcing a wry smile. + +"I have a feeling this will not age well," he murmured under his breath. He looked at Max floating above them with that same calm grin, and the uneasy thought settled in his mind that Max had not spoken out of arrogance but out of absolute certainty in his own strength. + +Even so, Daniel did not step back. He joined the others, fully aware that pride demanded participation even when logic predicted disaster. + +The seven of them now stood fully powered and united, their combined presence creating a wave of pressure that swept across the area. Everyone below watched with anticipation, sensing that something remarkable was about to unfold. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-128.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-128.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec71ee2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-128.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 128: The Others" +slug: "ch-128" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 128 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1257 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max slowly crawled his way toward the 300-meter mark, those beyond it found themselves at a standstill. Only a few were still climbing, while the rest were barely holding on. + +"Damn, I can’t hold on much longer!" + +"Me too! The longer I stay here, the more I feel the pressure acting on me. It’s like it’s stacking up if I don’t climb." + +"This is the worst. The monolith is 1000 meters tall, yet our limits only stretch to around 300 meters. Just thinking about it makes me feel humiliated." + +"Well, we’re here to test our potential. There will be those with higher potential, and then there are those like us with lower potential." + +Eventually, many of the geniuses began to fall one after another from the monolith. Some gave up, unable to withstand the pressure, while others were forced down by its overwhelming weight. + +In the end, only a handful remained above the 300-meter mark. Six of them were from the East Region, with Alex from the Phoenix Order guild, while each of the other guilds had only one member—except for the Black Lotus guild, which had two. + +Two more remained from the West Region: Princess Aveline and Mikale. The duo of Drake brothers from the South were also present, along with a lady with deep red hair and a young man with scars from the North. + +"This pressure is increasing with every meter we climb," Alex muttered under his breath, feeling burdened. He was around the 340-meter mark and was feeling exhausted. + +"As expected, those from the East Region are truly trash," Nathan sneered, hearing Alex, as he slowly made his way toward the 350-meter mark. + +Though several geniuses had already reached the 350-meter mark, they included Princess Aveline and her subordinate Mikale, the young woman with deep red hair from the North, and the young man with scars on his face. + +Also present was Tom Drake, who had reached the 350-meter mark and was resting. + +"Princess Aveline, you’re as strong as the rumors say," Tom praised the golden-haired lady beside him. + +Aveline glanced at him, her expression sharp. "You’re also strong to make it this far, but I wonder which of the seven ’Crown’ you belong to from the South." + +Tom smiled back in response. "Well, I can’t say, but know that I’m one of the good guys here." He said this with an innocent tone. Explore more adventures at freewebnovel + +"The good guy?" The lady with deep red hair from the North Region sneered. "If you’re the good guy, doesn’t that automatically make us the worst of the worst, the evil ones?" + +Tom smiled and turned to her. "But aren’t you already that, Evlin?" he added with a mocking tone. "Last I heard, you were taken as a disciple by the infamous Witch of the North… doesn’t that make you the worst of us all?" + +"You people from the other regions are annoying." Just then, someone interrupted. The four of them turned their heads to see the duo from the Black Lotus guild, who had managed to climb to the 350-meter mark. + +"What’s with that look?" one of the young men in a mask shrugged. + +Another sneered behind his mask. "They think just because they reached the 350-meter mark they’re above others, but little do they know they’re just stepping stones for someone else." + +"Do you two have a death wish?" The young man with scars on his face glared at the two masked young men from the Black Lotus guild. + +"You see that young man with white hair?" one of the masked young men pointed at Max. "He’ll reach here in a few minutes, and when he does, he won’t even bother to look at you trashes. He’ll just ignore you and continue to climb, unlike some who don’t dare move past the 350-meter mark." + +"HAHAHAHA!" Nathan, who had just reached the 350-meter mark, laughed wildly. Tears streamed from his eyes. "Damn, that was too funny!" + +Glancing at the duo from the Black Lotus guild, he sneered. "Are you telling me a guy at the 4th level of Apprentice Rank, who couldn’t even handle the pressure below us, will surpass us?" He laughed. "I always thought the people from the East Region were trash, but this is the first time I’ve seen they’re also fools." + +Tom laughed too. "True, brother, they’re fools." + +Only Princess Aveline frowned, sensing something off. She found their tone extremely calm. ’Could he really surpass us with that level of strength?’ she wondered, glancing toward Max, only to see that he had crossed the 300-meter mark and was marching toward them. + +"Look, he crossed the 300-meter mark," she said lightly, attracting everyone’s attention toward Max. + +Nathan frowned but still wore a sneer on his face. "He’s slow like a snail but persistent. I’ll give him that." + +He added, glancing at the duo from the Black Lotus guild. "But that’s his limit. He won’t reach the 350-meter mark." + +"Brother, are you sure?" Tom’s voice trembled in shock pointing down. + +Nathan frowned, hearing him, and looked down. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "How could this be? He just reached the 300-meter mark, and now he’s about to reach us?" His voice trembled. + +He had seen how slow Max had been on the lower parts of the monolith. However, the speed at which Max was ascending in the 300-meter range gave him the shock of his life. + +"How is he doing it?" Evlin asked, her eyes wide with shock as she watched Max climb toward them. "He was obviously the slowest one, yet he seems like a completely different person now." + +"Was he playing with us by giving us a head start?" Tom muttered, astonished. + +Princess Aveline glanced at Max, her expression strange. She, like the others, was shocked. Knowing herself the pressure at the 300-meter range, they were barely moving up. Yet, someone weaker than them was ascending far faster than they were. + +"Told you, haha, you guys are nothing but stepping stones for him." One of the masked young men from the Black Lotus guild mocked. + +Nathan’s fierce eyes turned to them, his face filled with rage. "So what? A trash from the East Region can’t be more powerful than me." + +His face twisted cruelly. "If I can’t surpass him normally, I’ll use my own means to surpass him." + +"Surpass who? Me?" Max asked, smiling as he reached the 350-meter mark. + +Nathan turned his eyes to Max, his face contorted with rage. "How dare you cheat on the monolith? What treasure are you using to suppress the pressure?" + +Max blinked blankly, then turned to the others. "Who’s this retard?" he asked casually. + +Everyone was stunned, unable to imagine someone at level 4 of Apprentice Rank speaking to them like that. + +"What’s with the shocked faces?" Max asked, glancing at them. "Also, what are you all doing here? Why aren’t you moving up?" he asked, seeing that they were all stuck at the same place. + +Everyone blinked, unable to come up with any answers. + +"I asked you a question!" Nathan shouted, his face filled with rage. + +Max glanced at him and smiled slightly. "I am indeed using a cheat… wanna know what it is?" + +"Spit it out," Nathan demanded. + +Max shrugged and said, "I’m just better than you." + +Nathan trembled at his words. "A trash from the East Region better than me? Are you kidding me?" he laughed bitterly. + +Max blinked again, turning to the others. "I’m telling you guys, there’s definitely something wrong with this guy." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1280.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1280.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..14c6857 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1280.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1273: Futile Attacks!" +slug: "ch-1280" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1280 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1091 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I will go ahead and try to create an opening. You guys attack right after." Victor stepped forward as the first to move, and the air around him shifted the moment he drew upon the power of his Azure Dragon Bloodline. + +His skin tightened as electricity-like traces of draconic energy coursed across his arms, and his muscles tensed in preparation. The ground beneath him cracked as he pushed off with explosive strength. His body shot toward Max like a fired cannon, and his fist drew back with a rising wave of invisible power. + +The Azure Dragon aura surged around the fist, forming the faint outline of a massive azure-scaled limb that mirrored his strike. This single punch carried the raw brute force of a young dragon’s blow combined with Victor’s unmatched close combat mastery. + +The crowd below felt their breath tighten as the pressure of the incoming attack washed over them. Victor reached Max in an instant and launched the fist toward Max’s chest with the full expectation of at least forcing him to dodge. + +Max did not move. His stance remained relaxed in the air as though Victor were a child running at him with blind enthusiasm. Only at the very last moment did he raise his sword. The blade slid upward in an effortless motion, carrying no visible aura, no burst of power, and no defensive technique. + +It simply met Victor’s fist. The moment steel touched skin, the Azure Dragon aura shattered like fragile glass. Victor’s punch dispersed completely, and the draconic force that had been building around him vanished into thin air. + +The sudden loss of momentum sent Victor stumbling backward through the air as his mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Max had not countered. He had not tested or measured the force. He had simply erased it with a single motion of his sword. The crowd below watched in stunned silence as Victor regained his balance with wide eyes. + +"It’s our turn!" Michael reacted next. The crack of lightning burst from his body as he spun his spear upward and channeled thunder into the weapon. The sky above flickered with light as the spear glowed brighter than a bolt tearing through a stormcloud. + +Michael thrust forward with all the force he could muster. His lightning shot forward, forming countless streaks that chased after the tip of the spear and produced a violent current that filled the air with sharp buzzing. + +The spearpoint reached Max with a flash, but Max tilted his sword slightly and redirected the attack with quiet precision. Sparks scattered everywhere as the lightning dispersed harmlessly into the air, leaving Michael’s strongest thrust slipping past Max without doing anything but stirring his robe. + +Seraphina followed immediately after. Her golden flames ignited around her like a rising sun, and the temperature in the sky increased so swiftly that many of the genius spectators shielded their faces. She raised her hand and summoned a pillar of golden fire that shot upward before collapsing forward toward Max like a falling divine judgment. + +The flames spiraled around each other and fused into a single enormous blast of radiant heat aimed straight at Max’s figure. Max shifted his wrist and dragged his sword through the air in an elegant line. + +The blade sliced through the golden flames without resistance, and the entire attack split apart. The flames dissolved into harmless motes of light and drifted away.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +"Damn this!" Daniel did not waste time either. His black flames surged outward like a living shadow, rising behind him and bending the surrounding air as though reality itself disliked touching the dark fire. He sent the flames forward with a swift sweep of his arm. The black fire spiraled toward Max, its heat so intense that the very air distorted into trembling waves. + +Max brought the sword down diagonally, and the black flames parted around him. The attack broke apart midair, disappearing as though it had never existed. + +"Let’s go!" Chris and Christine leapt together. Their twin inheritances awakened instantly as Chris drew icy air around him and Christine summoned blazing heat. Both forces collided at their joining point and mixed seamlessly instead of clashing. + +A complex fusion of flame and ice formed between them, creating a spiraling beam of alternating heat and frost. As they thrust both palms forward, the beam shot toward Max with a force that felt almost heavy due to the sheer density of opposite energies intertwined perfectly. + +Max extended his sword forward in a simple stabbing posture. The tip touched the spiraling beam, and the entire fusion attack collapsed upon contact, vanishing into a breeze of glittering frost and warm light. + +Arthur moved last. His aura rose sharply as countless sword projections appeared behind him, each one forged from pure energy. The blades varied greatly in size, with some small enough to float around his fingertips and others long enough to resemble siege weapons. + +He swung his arm forward, sending all of them at Max with speed so great that the sky filled with streaking silver lights. The barrage of swords created a storm-like roar as they approached. + +Max stepped slightly to the side and drew his blade in one horizontal motion. The single swing produced a shockwave that traveled outward in a clean arc and canceled every sword projection in its path. + +The attack scattered before reaching him, leaving no trace except faint shimmering remnants of sword light. + +When the dust settled, Max lowered his sword and stood exactly where he had been from the beginning. The seven squad leaders hung motionless in the air, their breaths caught in their throats. + +Their strongest techniques had been thrown at him in rapid succession, yet Max had blocked all of them with nothing more than a single sword and the simplest of movements. None of them could speak. Their pride, their confidence, and their expectations all collided with a truth they had not been prepared to accept. + +Max had not just defended against their combined power. He had dismantled it effortlessly. + +"Coming after me one by one is pointless," Max said in a quiet voice that carried across the sky with absolute confidence. His sword hung loosely in his hand as though he had not moved at all since their earlier attacks. "Come at me together with your strongest attack. If anything can give you a chance, it will be that." His tone did not provoke. It did not challenge. It only stated a fact that pressed heavily against the chests of those who heard him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1281.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1281.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8454989 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1281.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1274: Coordinated Attacks!" +slug: "ch-1281" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1281 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1128 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The seven squad leaders exchanged looks with each other. The silence between them lasted only a heartbeat, but in that short span they conveyed every unspoken thought. Their pride demanded they fight. Their instincts warned them of the vast gap they were about to confront. + +Their competitive spirits pushed them forward regardless. They nodded almost simultaneously. The decision was made. This time, they would not hold anything back. + +Victor moved first. His Azure Dragon Bloodline awakened completely as azure streams of energy rose around him like coiling serpents. His muscles expanded, and his fists tightened as he drew upon every ounce of physical might his body could produce. + +A phantom dragon appeared behind him, its maw open in a silent roar, lending Victor a crushing pressure that made the air tremble. His fighting spirit surged, burning bright and fierce. + +Michael stood beside him and lifted his spear. Lightning erupted from the weapon in thick, blinding arcs that branched through the sky like cracks in reality. His entire body became wrapped in a storm of electricity, and with a sharp thrust he summoned a tremendous bolt that combined precision and destructive force. The spear shone like a pillar of thunder waiting to pierce the heavens. + +Seraphina rose higher into the sky, her golden flames spiraling around her and condensing into a radiant sphere that lit the entire battlefield. Her aura grew so intense that the world beneath her shimmered, as though she were calling down the sun itself. She formed the sphere into a blazing arrow of pure golden fire and aimed it straight at Max. + +Daniel’s black flames coiled around him before stretching outward like the wings of a colossal beast. The dark fire consumed the surrounding air, swallowing every trace of light and transforming the sky behind him into a pitch-black canvas. He raised both arms and summoned a torrent of flames that twisted together into a monstrous serpentine blaze that hissed with destructive hunger. + +Chris and Christine unlocked their twin inheritance at the same moment. Icy mist swirled around Chris while scorching heat enveloped Christine. Their auras mixed and swirled until the two opposing forces blended into a single, perfectly synchronized cyclone. + +Their combined power formed a colossal orb made of ice and fire fused so flawlessly that the boundary between them could no longer be distinguished. Their hands rose together, and the orb compressed until its surface cracked with overwhelming power. + +Arthur stood at the center of the formation and closed his eyes. His sword aura expanded outward like rippling water. Countless swords manifested around him, created from the deepest depths of his comprehension. Small blades hovered near his shoulders while colossal swords towered above him. They all pointed toward Max as Arthur directed every sword to converge into a single unified strike.𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +The sky shifted. The ground vibrated. The air thickened under the weight of combined might. Their seven auras surged together like waves crashing against a cliff, merging into a single overwhelming tide. When they launched their attacks, the sky erupted with light and power. + +Victor’s dragon-fist tore forward with crushing authority. Michael’s lightning bolt shot beside it like a spear of judgment. Seraphina’s golden arrow streaked across the sky like a burning meteor. Daniel’s dark flame serpent twisted around them in a spiral of shadow. + +Chris and Christine’s fused orb of ice and fire hurtled forward as a roaring sphere of destruction. Arthur’s swords converged in a storm of shimmering light that blotted out the horizon. + +The seven strongest geniuses unleashed everything they possessed. Their determination, pride, and power merged into a single wave that descended upon Max. + +Max, however, did not flinch. His expression remained calm as he lifted his sword into a simple, natural posture. The blade barely glowed. It did not radiate heat or release killing intent. Instead it shimmered with a quiet, muted brilliance that almost felt gentle. Then he moved. + +The sword traced a single arc. + +The moment the arc appeared, the world shifted. The overwhelming attacks that filled the sky froze, as though time itself had been halted. + +Victor’s dragon-fist shattered silently, its azure light dissolving into thin mist. Michael’s lightning bolt broke apart into tiny sparks that drifted weightlessly. Seraphina’s golden arrow crumbled into a rain of harmless golden dust. + +Daniel’s dark serpent lost its form and faded like smoke blown away by wind. Chris and Christine’s fused orb cracked once before collapsing into a cloud of ice crystals and warm steam. Arthur’s storm of swords disintegrated into strands of gentle silver light that scattered into the air. + +The sky turned quiet. + +The battlefield turned still. + +The seven squad leaders stared at the scene before them without a single word. The coordinated attack they had believed would shake the heavens had been erased by one sword arc. There had been no explosion, no violent clash, no sound of impact. Max’s sword had not pushed their attacks aside or countered them. It had simply destroyed them. + +Their strongest moves had been dismissed as though they had never existed. + +Every one of them stood suspended in the air, speechless and stunned, with their hearts sinking as the truth settled in. Max was on a completely different level than them. It was truly a joke to think that they could make Max suffer with their combined attack. + +"What are you all staring at? Attack!" Max’s voice thundered across the sky with startling force, breaking the silence that had swallowed the battlefield after his single sword arc dismantled their combined attack. His eyes narrowed when none of them moved. "If you refuse, then I will attack instead." + +His figure blurred the moment he finished speaking, and the air cracked from the speed of his acceleration. In a single blink he appeared near Arthur, closing the distance with a presence so sharp that Arthur’s instincts screamed for him to move. + +Arthur barely had time to register Max’s sudden arrival before the sword was already descending toward him. + +"Damn!" he shouted in shock as he scrambled to gather his aura. The panic in his voice was overshadowed by sheer reflex. He summoned a sword in his hand with desperate speed, pouring as much strength as he could into reinforcing it. The moment the blade took shape, he swung it upward to block Max’s strike. + +The two swords met with a blast of force that sent a gust of wind tearing outward. Arthur’s blade shattered instantly, not splintering into fragments but dissolving entirely, as though the pressure behind Max’s sword had crushed it at the level of aura itself. + +Arthur’s body was thrown backward by the overwhelming force, and he flipped through the air before stabilizing himself far from where he had been. His hands trembled slightly as he rebalanced his stance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1282.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1282.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7f52e6e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1282.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1275: Max Taking Action" +slug: "ch-1282" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1282 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1254 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max did not pause. He shifted his body and moved toward Victor next. Victor was already reacting, his Azure Dragon Bloodline roaring to life as azure light surged around his frame. He lunged forward with a reinforced fist to meet Max’s incoming strike. + +The punch collided with Max’s blade, and this time Victor was not instantly overwhelmed. The draconic force around his fist exploded into a shockwave that pushed against the sword, halting it for a brief moment before Victor was forced backward. His body spiraled through the air, but he planted his feet midflight and regained control. + +Michael rushed toward Victor immediately, placing himself between Max and the momentarily staggered Victor. Lightning erupted from his spear as he thrust it toward Max in a strong interception. + +Max parried the spear tip with the flat of his blade and spun his body gracefully, redirecting the lightning bolt away while delivering a kick toward Michael’s ribs. Michael crossed his arms to block, and the impact sent him sliding through the air. Before he could fall behind completely, Victor caught Michael’s shoulder and stabilized him. + +Seraphina ignited her golden flames and soared downward from above, sending a burning plume toward Max to relieve pressure from the two. Max tilted his sword and cleaved the flames apart without losing pace, yet the brief delay allowed Daniel to charge from the side. His black flames swept toward Max like tendrils seeking to envelop their target. Max stepped through them cleanly, but the attempt forced him to shift direction. + +That shift created an opening. + +Chris and Christine seized it instantly. Their twin inheritances awakened together. Chris’s ice condensed into a sharp gust that lowered the temperature throughout the battlefield, while Christine’s flames circled around the ice, stabilizing it and transforming it into a thicker, more robust force. + +They combined the opposing energies into a spiraling blast that shot toward Max from behind. Max sensed the attack and spun, bringing his sword down in a heavy arc that cleaved the spiraling blast apart. Steam and shards scattered through the air, clouding Max’s immediate surroundings. + +Arthur reentered the battlefield from the left. This time he created several swords rather than one. They flew ahead of him like an advancing formation, and he charged behind them. Max flicked his wrist and shattered each one as they approached, but Arthur used the openings between the broken blades to slip in closer and force Max into redirecting multiple angles at once. + +Victor and Michael saw this and rushed in from different sides, turning the engagement into a three-direction assault. + +Their movements were not random. The seven squad leaders fought with a growing awareness that Max wanted them to attack together. Max’s earlier words, combined with the way he paused only long enough to allow them to regroup, made it clear he was not trying to crush them. + +He was forcing them to coordinate under pressure. Every time they faltered, he attacked. Every time they pushed together, he allowed the clash to deepen. + +Seraphina and Daniel shot forward simultaneously. Their flames, golden and black, struck toward Max from two opposite angles. Max met them both with one smooth turn of his sword. The blade drew a circular line in the air that dispersed the flames around him while pushing both Seraphina and Daniel backward. + +Before Max could follow up, Chris and Christine descended from above, their fused energy forming an enormous shield that crashed toward him. Max cut through it with a rising slash, but the twins had already retreated to give Arthur and Michael an opening to attack again. + +For the next several breaths, Max and the seven squad leaders engaged in a chaotic but structured exchange. Max advanced with calm precision, striking at the strongest points of their formation to force them to react. The squad leaders defended, countered, supported, and covered for one another as quickly as their bodies could move. + +Victor intercepted heavy blows while Michael broke Max’s angles with lightning thrusts. Seraphina and Daniel shaped the battlefield with burning waves that forced Max to adjust his steps. + +Chris and Christine continuously merged their powers, creating unpredictable bursts of fire and frost that disrupted Max’s rhythm. Arthur filled every gap with sword projections, keeping Max from singling out anyone too easily. + +Although Max remained utterly dominant, the squad leaders began to sense something important. Their bodies hurt. Their energy was being drained quickly. Their instincts told them this was a battle they could not win. + +Yet at the same time, they felt strangely exhilarated. Max was not simply overpowering them. He was shaping their movements, guiding their responses, and pushing them toward limits they had never tested together. + +Every time one of them lagged behind, Max redirected his attack there. Every time they regrouped properly, he allowed the exchange to continue a moment longer. + +They realized the truth. + +Max was training them. He was using his overwhelming strength to force them to fight as one cohesive unit, teaching them through raw pressure and danger. + +Their breaths grew heavier. Their bodies trembled. Their attacks became more desperate. + +Max’s strikes became sharper. + +This was his lesson: unity forged under overwhelming force, strengthened in the heat of a battle they could not win but had no choice but to endure. + +The training continued relentlessly for several hours, and every passing minute pushed the seven squad leaders deeper into exhaustion. + +Max did not slow down even once. He maintained pressure with unwavering consistency, never allowing them to relax their guard, never giving them enough time to fully recover after a clash. His strikes were always heavy enough to force them to react yet precise enough to avoid fatal damage. + +The squad leaders countered him with everything they possessed, but the strain on their bodies grew evident as the sun slowly drifted across the sky. + +Victor’s dragon aura flickered at the edges as fatigue began to eat into his stamina. Michael’s lightning grew uneven as sparks slipped from his control. Seraphina’s golden flames wavered with diminishing intensity. + +Daniel’s black flames trembled like unstable shadows. Chris and Christine struggled to maintain the delicate fusion of their elements, and the cracks that formed in their combined attacks exposed their fading strength. Arthur’s swords, once sharp and numerous, appeared slower and less refined, showing clear signs of depletion. + +By the time several hours had passed, they hovered in the air with labored breaths, their clothes scorched and torn in various places. Sweat dripped down their faces as they struggled to stay upright, their chests rising and falling heavily. + +Max glanced at them with a calm expression that held a touch of satisfaction. Unlike them, his breathing had not changed. His aura had not weakened. His posture remained steady, as though the entire multi-hour exchange had been nothing more than a warm-up. + +He lowered his sword and gave them a small smile. "Rest for a bit," he said in a tone that held no mockery. "The party will be upon us very soon." + +The moment he said those words, the squad leaders understood what he meant. His earlier instruction, his demand to coordinate, and the pressure he had placed on them all led to a simple conclusion. This training was never meant to be about testing them. It was preparation for what was coming. + +They exchanged exhausted glances before nodding toward him and dispersing toward their individual camps. Each one of them settled down to restore their strength, knowing they would need every bit of power for what lay ahead. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1283.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1283.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13b668d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1283.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1276: Army of Demons" +slug: "ch-1283" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1283 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1439 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Only a short time passed before the air around the entire camp began to shift. A foul wind drifted across the field, carrying with it a scent that immediately put everyone on edge. Max’s eyes sharpened the moment he sensed it. + +Far in the distance, dark shapes began to move across the landscape. The ground rumbled with a steady vibration, growing louder with every heartbeat. The sounds of guttural snarls, clattering armor, and monstrous footsteps echoed across the plains. + +Shadows spread across the horizon like a rising storm. One after another, figures emerged from the distortion of heat and distance, forming dark silhouettes that grew clearer as they approached.𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +"Demons! Demons are here!" A scout came shouting into the camps. Hearing him, all the geniuses became alert and looked out. They saw demons. + +They came from every direction, tightening their encirclement around the camp with terrifying precision. Their twisted bodies and feral eyes reflected bloodlust and hunger. Massive beasts towered among smaller but more agile fiends, while armored demon soldiers marched with rigid discipline. + +The entire battlefield darkened from the sheer number of creatures closing in. Those resting within the camp rose to their feet immediately. The squad leaders sensed the oppressive waves of killing intent rolling toward them and steadied their breaths as their strength returned. + +"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Victor’s voice rang across the sky as he ascended rapidly, his aura spreading outward in a powerful surge. + +The other squad leaders rose beside him, forming a line in the air above the camp. Their exhausted bodies had recovered enough to respond, and the sight of the demon army closing in drove the last traces of fatigue away. + +Victor stared down at the approaching sea of monsters, and his expression hardened. "There are a lot of demons this time," he muttered as his eyes swept across the horizon where grotesque shapes crawled over one another, rushing forward with frightening eagerness. The army stretched so far that the landscape behind it had vanished beneath its mass. + +Michael hovered beside him and studied the encroaching horde with narrowed eyes. The lightning around his spear crackled faintly as his senses probed the battlefield. "They brought far more peak Divine Rank demons than usual," he said in a low, steady voice. "And some among them possess strength comparable to ours." + +His tone carried no fear, only a solemn acceptance of the challenge. He tilted his head slightly and focused on a few distant figures whose presence weighed heavily on the air. Their auras radiated a darkness that seemed to pull at the world around them, creating a sense of pressing gravity. + +Seraphina released a controlled breath as golden flames flickered around her. She examined the army beneath her with a gaze that remained calm despite the overwhelming number. "This will not be an easy battle," she said as she nodded at the others. + +Daniel lifted his hand and allowed the black flames to rise around him until they formed a veil of shadowy heat. He smiled faintly, not in arrogance but in acknowledgment of the situation. "Max trained us specifically for moments like this. We should not disappoint him." + +His flames surged with greater intensity, and the pressure emanating from him grew heavy enough to distort the air. He glanced briefly at the others, seeing the renewed determination in their eyes, and his smile deepened with quiet confidence. + +The rest of the squad leaders nodded firmly. Each of them understood the reality laid bare before them. There was a vast gap between their strength and Max’s, a distance so immense that even imagining reaching it felt unreal. + +Yet that gap did not discourage them. Instead it motivated them. Max’s overwhelming superiority had shown them how much room they still had to grow, and every battle was an opportunity to sharpen themselves further. + +They also remembered clearly that even Balthazar, one of the strongest demons, was someone none of them could defeat alone. Facing threats of this level was not a burden but a necessary experience for their growth. + +The seven squad leaders straightened their postures as the winds of the battlefield picked up, carrying the roars and snarls of the demon army. Their auras ignited around them one by one, forming seven pillars of power that lit the sky above the camp. They were tired, but their spirits burned brighter than ever. + +The demons surged toward them with bloodlust, but the seven stood united, understanding the weight of the moment. This battle would test everything they had learned, everything they had endured, and everything Max had pushed them to become. They were ready. + +"Everyone attack!" Victor commanded, and his voice carried through the air with the force of a battlefield horn. His squad responded instantly, their auras flaring as they shot forward like a stream of azure light. + +Victor himself led the charge, descending upon the front lines of the demon army with a fist wreathed in draconic power. The moment he arrived, the impact of his strike tore open a massive gap in the advancing formation. + +His squad followed closely behind, each one unleashing techniques that created rippling explosions of elemental energy across the ground. Their attacks collided with the bodies of snarling demons, sending limbs flying and shaking the earth with every blow. + +The other squad leaders surged forward at nearly the same moment, cutting through the sky with intense momentum. + +Michael’s squad descended next, lightning weaving between them like living serpents as their weapons crackled with explosive force. They landed beside Victor’s squad, forming a seamless extension of the frontline. + +Lightning spears pierced through the bodies of the demons, creating bursts of electricity that spread across multiple enemies at once. The ground illuminated in flashes of white-blue light as they carved through waves of demonic beasts. + +Right behind them came Seraphina’s squad, enveloped in radiant swirls of golden flames that shimmered with divine heat. When her squad touched the battlefield, the golden fire spread outward in sweeping arcs, burning through demonic flesh with a purity that left no trace behind. + +The flames lit up the battlefield like a miniature sun, pushing back the darkness of the demon horde that threatened to swallow everything. Her squad moved with fluid synchrony, their fire techniques merging with her own to create a burning front that incinerated any demon that dared approach. + +Daniel’s squad descended toward the right flank with the force of a collapsing night sky. The black flames erupting from Daniel spread across the field like a crawling shadow, consuming everything it touched. + +His squad members fought with cold focus, weaving their dark-element techniques into Daniel’s own flames so that the shadows grew stronger with every clash. The black fire moved like a tide, swallowing the monstrous screams of the demons as their bodies dissolved into ash. + +Chris and Christine landed further along the battlefield, their squads positioned strategically to anchor the middle and stabilize the formation. Chris summoned waves of freezing wind that spread across the ground, slowing the movement of the demons until their limbs stiffened. + +Christine followed with blazing eruptions of fire that crashed over the frozen enemies, creating shattering bursts as the drastic temperature shift splintered them into fragments. Their squads supported them with coordinated attacks, using the mixture of flame and ice to break apart clusters of demons that pressed too close. + +Arthur’s squad landed with him at the far left flank. His presence alone created a shifting pressure in the air as countless swords materialized around him. They hovered above the battlefield like a field of floating steel, awaiting his command. When he directed them forward, the swords flew in sweeping formations, cleaving through demons with precise arcs. + +His squad moved swiftly beneath the raining blades, cutting down any demon that slipped past Arthur’s overwhelming sword control. + +Within moments, all seven squads had formed a defensive arc across the battlefield. Their attacks collided with the demon army in a roaring storm of energy, creating shockwaves that spread through the ground like ripples across an angry sea. Each leader unleashed techniques suited to their nature, while their squads fought with the confidence born from being trained, pushed, and hardened by Max’s relentless guidance. + +The battlefield erupted into chaos. Screams, explosions, flames, lightning, and drifting shadows mixed into a single overwhelming battlefield symphony. The demon army’s momentum faltered as the combined power of the seven squads clashed with their advancing ranks. + +Even though the demons were numerous, the coordinated assault created by the squad leaders dealt devastating damage from the very first moment, buying the human forces precious time and establishing a strong foothold in the battlefield. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1284.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1284.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f5b3f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1284.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1277: Trapped Demons" +slug: "ch-1284" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1284 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The battle that unfolded between the human geniuses and the demon army quickly became a display of overwhelming power from both sides. The seven squads carved deep lines into the advancing horde, and each squad leader directed their forces with movements honed through countless battles. + +Victor’s squad stood at the center of the frontline, and Victor himself drove into the densest part of the demon ranks. His Azure Dragon Bloodline granted him strength beyond his peers, and each punch he threw ripped through waves of demon warriors. + +His squad followed close behind, moving with disciplined coordination as they struck down every demon that managed to survive Victor’s initial assault. The earth shook beneath them, and the sky trembled as Victor continued pressing forward like a living battering ram. + +To the right of Victor, Michael and his squad fought like lightning incarnate. Michael’s spear danced through the air, leaving long trails of crackling electricity in its wake. Every thrust created a streak of light that pierced demon bodies with clean precision. + +His squad enhanced his attacks with their own lightning techniques, forming a barrier of flashing bolts that tore through demons that tried to break the formation. Thunder rolled continuously across the battlefield wherever Michael moved, and the demons that dared approach him were reduced to twitching remnants before collapsing lifelessly. + +On the left side, Seraphina’s squad created a blazing inferno that pushed back both darkness and demon flesh. Seraphina’s golden flames spread across the battlefield like an ocean of radiant heat. She commanded her flames with the confidence of a queen whose authority no one could question, and her squad followed her example. + +The golden fire melded with their own flame techniques, increasing their power as they burned through the charging demons. The intense brightness of the flames illuminated the entire frontline, giving the human side an unyielding foundation. + +Further along the field, Daniel and his squad transformed their section of the battlefield into a realm dominated by dark fire. Daniel’s black flames spread outward in rippling waves that consumed everything in their path. Demon bodies twisted and dissolved as the dark fire swallowed them, leaving no trace behind. + +Daniel’s squad used their own dark-element techniques to support him, reinforcing his flames and maintaining stable control over the area. Their movements were fluid, and together they formed a zone where demons could not step without being devoured by shadow. + +Chris and Christine’s squads held the central support position. Chris summoned vast sheets of freezing mist that swept across the battlefield, slowing the demons to a crawl. Their limbs stiffened as frost crept across their bodies, making them vulnerable targets. Christine followed immediately with bursts of blazing fire that shattered the frozen demons and created shockwaves that cleared the area. + +Their squads took advantage of the frozen ground and the burning trails, launching combined elemental strikes that alternated between freezing and exploding. The battlefield around them resembled a storm of ice and flame locked in harmonious balance. + +Arthur’s squad dominated the left flank, where Arthur himself controlled a vast domain of floating swords. They hovered above the battlefield like stars waiting for command. When he directed them to move, they converged in sharp, swift lines that tore through demon formations. + +His squad fought beneath this rain of blades, moving in synchronization with the paths of Arthur’s sword projections. The demons that attempted to flank the humans were sliced apart before they could raise their weapons. + +Though the seven squads performed with impressive coordination and skill, Max did not involve himself in the battle. He stood above the battlefield with arms folded and eyes half narrowed, observing the flow of the fight with a calm detachment that seemed out of place amid the chaos. + +His gaze moved from one squad to another, watching the strengths they displayed and the gaps that still needed tightening. The battlefield roared beneath him, yet nothing shook his stillness. His presence alone felt like a pressure that stretched over the entire field. + +As the battle intensified, several demon leaders among the army shifted their gaze toward Max and see him terrified them. They had been warned long before that one particular human genius stood above all others, someone whose existence threatened any demon foolish enough to provoke him. + +They had been told to do anything in the human world except provoking Max but now this Max had came to their world and this terrified them even further. + +Their instincts screamed at them to avoid him. A few demon captains exchanged alarmed looks, and whispers spread among their ranks that this was the human genius they had been warned about. Some of them even began retreating from the frontline, eager to escape and notify the higher-ranked demon lords before the situation spiraled out of control. + +Max noticed their panic instantly. He sensed the shift in their movements and the intentions that flickered within their aura. His lips curved slightly as he raised his hand. "Running away will not help any of you," he said quietly, although his voice did not rise above a whisper. + +With a smooth motion, he extended his fingers toward the sky. The space around the battlefield trembled, and a deep vibration spread through the air. The edges of the world seemed to blur as Max activated his fifth level concept of space. + +A crushing seal formed. + +Space itself locked in place around the battlefield, creating an invisible barrier that closed like a cage. The atmosphere shifted violently for a moment before stabilizing into a confined pocket of distorted reality. + +The demons felt the change immediately. The ones who had begun retreating stopped abruptly as their bodies collided with an unseen wall. The barrier did not physically throw them back, but the spatial force pressed them inward, trapping them completely. Panic spread across the demon army as they realized every exit was sealed. + +Max lowered his hand slowly, his expression calm as if he had done nothing unusual. The battlefield was now locked inside an isolated space where escape was impossible. + +The demon leaders stared at him with dread, understanding that they were trapped with the one person they had been commanded to avoid. Their desperate instincts screamed for retreat, but Max had already closed off every path. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1285.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1285.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..37a1664 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1285.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1278: Desperate Demons" +slug: "ch-1285" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1285 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As time continued to pass, the battlefield shifted steadily in favor of the human geniuses. The once overwhelming waves of demons gradually began to thin. Every attack from the seven squads carved deeper pieces out of the advancing army, and the corpses of fallen demons accumulated across the field in dark heaps. + +Victor’s thunderous fist strikes crushed demon after demon, and each impact sent shockwaves that scattered nearby monsters before they could reform their lines. Michael’s lightning pierced through clusters of demon warriors with relentless precision, and the spiraling bolts created gaping holes in the demonic formation. + +Seraphina’s golden flames spread across the ground like a radiant tide, burning through the flesh of every creature that dared approach her squad. Daniel’s shadows consumed their enemies without mercy, swallowing demon bodies until they simply vanished inside the dark fire. + +Chris and Christine alternated between freezing and incinerating entire sections of demons, while Arthur’s swords hovered above the battlefield and moved with decisive authority, slicing through the charging beasts before they could reach his squad. + +With every passing minute, the demons grew fewer. Their screams became scattered and chaotic as their confidence shattered beneath the relentless assault. What had begun as a monstrous horde capable of shaking the earth was now a diminishing mass that struggled to maintain any cohesion. + +The controlled unity of the human squads, guided by the lessons Max had drilled into them earlier, proved devastating. Their formation did not falter even once, and the pressure they exerted pushed the demon army into full retreat within the confined spatial barrier Max had created. + +The demons tried to pull back, but every attempt ended with them slamming helplessly against the sealed boundary or being caught by the next bombardment of elemental attacks. + +As the demon numbers dwindled, the attention of the squad leaders finally shifted toward something they had been too focused to notice earlier. For the first half of the battle, they had poured all their energy into cutting through endless waves of demons. + +Only now, as the battlefield cleared enough for the horizon to become visible again, did they notice the demon leaders who had remained behind the collapsing frontline. These leaders had watched the battle with increasing fear, especially after realizing the humans were not weakening but growing more coordinated. + +Their tall, imposing forms stood out clearly against the disordered ranks of their failing army. The pressure they emitted revealed the truth that several of them possessed power on the same level as the human squad leaders, yet they did not step forward. Their hesitation made their fear obvious. + +Seraphina shifted her gaze toward them first. They were a total of six of them. Her eyes narrowed as she studied their posture, and she immediately sensed the anxiety radiating from their bodies. + +"They seemed to be afraid of something." She said solemnly. + +Michael noticed her distraction and looked in the same direction, quickly understanding the situation. "Of course they will be afraid. They are losing this battle or this war." + +Daniel’s dark flames stirred restlessly around him as he examined the demon leaders who remained huddled together, trying to keep distance from both the battlefield and Max. + +Chris and Christine turned their attention toward them as well, realizing these leaders had been watching for an opportunity rather than participating in the battle. Arthur shifted slightly in the air and moved closer to the others to get a better view of the demon command structure that now stood exposed. + +The humans did not need long to understand why the demon leaders had refused to act. They glanced briefly toward Max, who remained floating steadily above the battlefield. His presence alone was enough to paralyze the demons who were strong enough to recognize him. + +The demon leaders exchanged uneasy glances among themselves, and some of them took small steps backward, clearly hoping for a chance to escape now that the demon army had suffered devastating losses. + +However, with the battlefield locked by Max’s 5th level space concept, escape was not possible. The realization weighed heavily on the demons, and a growing sense of dread washed over them as they watched their army collapse and their chances of survival fade with every passing moment. + +The squad leaders, finally free from the chaos of constant attacks, now focused fully on the remaining enemy elites. Their eyes sharpened. Their auras rose once again. The final phase of the battle was about to begin. + +"Let’s go and finish them too," Victor said with a confident smile as he looked toward the remaining demon leaders who stood in the distance. Their oppressive auras, once intimidating, had diminished under the crushing reality that their army had already fallen.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Michael glanced at the demon leaders and then at their own group. "Wait, who will fight who?" he asked with genuine curiosity. "There are five demon leaders and seven of us." He narrowed his eyes slightly, attempting to judge the strength of each demon, but the chaos of the earlier battle made it difficult to gauge their exact levels. + +Victor paused for a moment, considering the situation with more seriousness than usual. After a brief silence, he said, "Seraphina and I will not participate in the fight against the demon leaders. You five go ahead and kill them." + +His tone carried trust rather than doubt. He knew the five of them were strong enough individually, and together they were more than capable of handling the enemy elites. + +By staying out of the battle, he was also allowing them the opportunity to gain experience against high-level enemies. + +Arthur, Daniel, Michael, Chris, and Christine exchanged brief smiles. Their exhaustion had faded enough for their fighting spirit to return, and the chance to eliminate the demon leaders stirred a strong determination within them. + +The five of them stepped forward, rising slightly higher into the air before shooting across the battlefield toward the demon elites who had been watching them with anxious anticipation. + +The demon leaders immediately sensed the five approaching geniuses. Their bodies tensed, and their auras flared outward in self-defense. Each demon released their power in an attempt to create a pressure barrier, but it did nothing to slow the five humans. + +When the two sides finally clashed, the air between them erupted with shockwaves that rippled across the sealed battlefield. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1286.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1286.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..018a310 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1286.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1279: Squad Leaders’ Battle" +slug: "ch-1286" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1286 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1345 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Arthur was the first to strike. He summoned a formation of blazing swords that filled the air like a swarm of celestial blades. They descended upon the demon leader before him in a relentless barrage. + +The demon countered by creating a shield of corrupted energy that deflected the swords, sending flashes of dark purple light across the field. Arthur’s control tightened, and the number of swords increased as he tried to overwhelm his opponent with sheer precision. + +The demon roared and launched counterstrikes with his claws, tearing through several blades, but Arthur maintained pressure, driving the demon backward. + +Daniel faced another demon leader whose body was covered in heavy armor-like scales. The demon released a corrosive red mist that attempted to melt everything it touched. Daniel answered by unleashing waves of black flames that devoured the mist entirely. Their clash became a violent struggle between the corrosive power of the demon and the devouring nature of Daniel’s dark fire. + +Each time the demon charged with brute force, Daniel twisted his flames into a spiral that wrapped around the demon and burned his scales. The demon retaliated by firing energy blasts that tore holes through the ground, forcing Daniel to shift and move with rapid speed. Despite the even struggle, Daniel maintained an eerie smile, enjoying the battle as his flames intensified with every passing moment. + +Michael confronted a demon leader who specialized in explosive physical strength. The demon leaped toward him with shocking speed, tearing the ground apart beneath his feet. Michael’s spear met him midway, and lightning erupted at the point of collision. + +The demon’s fists struck with enough force to send thunder rolling across the battlefield, while Michael redirected the attacks with graceful efficiency. Each spear thrust generated waves of lightning that wrapped around the demon’s limbs, slowing his movements little by little.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +The demon resisted fiercely, breaking through the lightning whenever he found an opening, but Michael’s spear art allowed him to steadily take control of the fight. The exchanges became faster, and sparks filled the air as the two moved in blurring patterns. + +Chris and Christine worked together against the remaining two demon leaders. The demons attempted to flank them from both sides, but the twins had fought together far too long to be caught so easily. + +Chris unleashed a surge of freezing wind that spread across the battlefield, slowing the demon movements and coating the ground in a thick layer of frost. Christine followed immediately with a wave of intense fire that crashed into the frozen patch, causing rapid expansion and violent explosions of steam and heat. + +The two demons countered with their own elemental attacks, releasing dark fire and corrupted wind to resist the twins’ coordinated strikes. The battlefield trembled under their combined force, and the clash turned into a fierce back-and-forth exchange where every movement needed perfect timing. + +Chris supported Christine by freezing incoming demonic attacks, allowing her to send waves of fire that forced their enemies into defensive positions. + +All five fights unfolded with equal intensity. The demon leaders were powerful and skilled, matching the humans in strength, speed, and experience. The clash was evenly balanced for several long minutes, with neither side able to secure a clear advantage. The air vibrated with shockwaves, and the sealed space echoed with thunderous collisions of power. + +"They are evenly matched." Max noticed after observing their battle. "But not for long." + +And as he expected, the balance began to lean. + +Arthur’s swords became sharper as he refined his technique mid-battle, and his control over the sword formations tightened enough to pierce through the demon leader’s defenses. Daniel’s black flames grew stronger each time he clashed with the demon, eventually breaking through the corrosive mist that had been protecting his enemy. + +Michael finally cornered his opponent with a barrage of lightning thrusts that wrapped around the demon’s limbs, bringing him to a halt before Michael’s final strike pierced through his chest. + +Chris and Christine intensified their elemental fusion until their ice and fire combined into a devastating spiral that smashed directly into the demons they faced. One demon fell first, unable to resist the rapid shifts in temperature that tore his body apart. The second demon followed soon after, overwhelmed by the continuous alternation between freezing winds and blazing flames. + +One by one, the demon leaders fell. + +Arthur’s sword pierced through the chest of his opponent. Daniel’s flames consumed the demon he faced until nothing remained. Michael’s spear ended his fight with clean finality. Chris and Christine stood victorious over their defeated enemies, their breathing heavy but steady. + +The five humans hovered in the sky, covered in sweat and battle marks, but their eyes burned with triumph. They had faced the strongest demon elites present on the battlefield and emerged victorious through strength, teamwork, and determination. + +Victor and Seraphina watched from a distance with satisfied smiles, knowing the five had earned their victory through sheer will and skill. + +The battlefield was finally theirs. + +"Kill the remaining demons scattered around the battlefield," Victor commanded as he surveyed the field with sharp, unwavering eyes. His voice carried clearly across the devastated terrain, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt. + +The moment his order was spoken, the members of the seven squads sprang into motion. Their exhaustion from the earlier engagements mattered little now. Victory was already within reach, and none of them intended to allow even a single demon to escape the battlefield alive. + +The human geniuses spread out across the terrain, moving swiftly through the shattered ground and lingering smoke. The battlefield had grown quiet in comparison to the earlier chaos, yet faint sounds of struggling demons still echoed from different corners of the sealed space. + +Some demons attempted to hide among the broken rocks or beneath the mounds of fallen bodies, while others fled desperately in the opposite direction, hoping to reach the boundary of the battlefield. + +However, every demon soon realized that the sealed space created by Max allowed no path of escape. No matter where they ran, they found themselves trapped within an invisible wall that forced them to turn back toward their hunters. + +One squad after another swiftly located these terrified fugitives. The demons who attempted to hide were discovered through sensory techniques or sharp detection skills. Some were dragged out from beneath piles of rubble, while others were forced from makeshift shelters formed by broken terrain. + +Their attempts at deception were futile. The human geniuses cut through them with decisive strikes that left no room for resistance. Flames, lightning, ice, shadow, and sword light filled the scattered corners of the battlefield as each demon met its end at the hands of those who had been trained to fight without pause. + +Even those demons who still attempted to flee were met with swift and brutal retribution. Some were cut down by Arthur’s floating swords before they could take a second step. Others were frozen in place by Chris’s chilling wind and then struck by Christine’s erupting flames. + +Several were dragged into Daniel’s black flames before they could even scream. Michael’s lightning spears pinned many of them to the ground, and Victor’s overwhelming physical strength crushed the last desperate survivors with forceful blows that left craters in the battlefield. + +It did not take long for the scattered remnants of the demon army to be wiped out completely. The humans moved methodically, ensuring that nothing capable of harming humanity was left alive. + +Minutes passed, and the once chaotic battlefield grew silent once more. The dust settled slowly over the countless demon corpses that littered the ground, marking the end of the small demon army that had dared to approach them. + +When not a single demon remained breathing, the geniuses returned to their squad leaders with steady, composed expressions. Their bodies bore fresh scars and exhaustion, yet their eyes carried the certainty of victory. They had fought fiercely, and now the battlefield belonged entirely to them. + +The demon incursion had been crushed, leaving nothing behind but silence and the lingering presence of the humans who had stood their ground and triumphed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1287.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1287.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94acf23 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1287.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1280: Last Bastion" +slug: "ch-1287" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1287 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Good. Now rest for a bit, and after that we will continue to destroy more demon lairs." Max’s calm but commanding voice spread across the battlefield, reaching every squad leader and every member of their units. + +His words fell over the field like a final stamp on the victory they had just earned. The moment they heard him, the geniuses allowed their tense shoulders to relax and lowered their weapons. Their breathing gradually steadied as they settled into sitting positions across the broken terrain. + +The exhaustion they had suppressed throughout the battle finally washed over them, yet the satisfaction of victory strengthened their spirits. + +This became their routine for the next month. + +Under Max’s leadership, the seven squads moved through the region like an unstoppable storm. Every demon lair they discovered became a target for extermination. + +Max mapped their movements with precise efficiency, guiding them from one lair to the next without wasting time. Whenever they approached a demon lair, they descended upon it with coordinated might and unleashed destruction upon the demons that dwelled within. + +Their attacks erupted with overwhelming elemental force, crushing resistance before the demons could form a defensive structure. They cut through demonic nests buried underground, infiltrated corrupted forests where demons hid in the shadows, and even stormed cavern systems that housed larger demon clusters. + +None were spared. + +The demons inside these lairs attempted various strategies. Some charged recklessly in hopes of overwhelming the humans through sheer numbers. Others resorted to hiding deep within their nests, hoping to evade detection. + +A few even tried to deceive the humans by lowering their auras and pretending to be dead. Yet every attempt failed. Max’s keen senses detected all movements within each lair, and the squad leaders executed their roles flawlessly. Not a single demon managed to escape their blades for long. + +Several times throughout the month, demon armies attempted to intercept them before they could reach new lairs. These armies descended with loud roars and threatening formations, fully intending to surround and crush the humans. However, they quickly realized their efforts were useless. + +The seven squads clashed with these armies head-on, and each battle ended the same way. The demon forces were annihilated, their bodies covering the ground while the humans emerged victorious with minimal exhaustion. Whether the demons sent small battalions or larger armies, none managed to halt the progress of Max’s group. + +The consistent slaughter of demons hardened the squad members further. Their movements became sharper, their understanding of teamwork deepened, and their individual comprehension of their elements progressed at an astonishing pace. + +Even the squad leaders felt their strength growing in leaps as they gained experience through constant combat against powerful enemies and being personally trained by Max by battling against him almost everyday. Max observed their development quietly, only stepping in when necessary to guide them or demonstrate a superior technique. + +His commanding presence shaped the rhythm of this month-long campaign, giving them confidence that every battle would end in triumph. + +The days blended together into a cycle of hunting, fighting, resting, and moving on. The landscape behind them became a graveyard of destroyed demon lairs and fallen demon corpses. The region that had once been infested with demonic forces slowly transformed into a territory reclaimed by the humans through the tireless efforts of Max and the seven squads. + +And so, with Max’s words still lingering in the air, the geniuses rested once more. They closed their eyes, calming their breathing while the battlefield wind carried away the remaining scent of battle. Their bodies recovered gradually, and their minds gathered strength for the next assault. None of them questioned Max’s command, for they understood this was the only way to cleanse the region completely. + +Their month had passed in this relentless cycle, and it was far from over. + +Atop a tall hill overlooking the scarred landscape below, Max stood with a solemn expression as the human geniuses gathered before him. The wind brushed past his figure, carrying the faint scent of blood and ash from the battles they had fought over the past month. + +His gaze swept across the many faces looking up at him, each one hardened by countless clashes with demons yet still bearing the uncertain tension of what might come next. + +"From here onwards, you will face the upper echelons of the demon race," Max said, his tone heavy with seriousness. "They are far stronger than anything you have encountered so far. Most of them are at the peak of the Divine Rank, and their strength surpasses yours by a wide margin." + +His words fell upon the crowd like a cold wind, cutting through whatever confidence remained from their previous victories. The expressions of the geniuses tightened as they listened, understanding completely that the battles ahead would not resemble those they had fought so far. + +Max continued, "But fear not. From now on, I will be actively participating in the battles against these demons. You do not need to worry about facing enemies who are far beyond your capabilities. However, you must understand that the demons awaiting us will not resemble the ones you have been fighting until now. Their intelligence, combat instincts, and destructive strength will be far higher. Prepare yourselves." + +His eyes swept across them again, ensuring his message had settled in their hearts. This was no longer a campaign of clearing lairs. This was the final stretch, and danger would be absolute. + +Once the geniuses absorbed his words, Max turned slightly and signaled to Victor to gather the seven squad leaders. Victor nodded at once and descended from the hill. A brief moment passed before he returned, leading Seraphina, Michael, Daniel, Arthur, Chris, and Christine to join Max. + +They stood in a half-circle before him, knowing this was the last discussion before their confrontation with the true core of the demon forces. + +"This is the last bastion of the demon race in this Nullaria," Max said to them, his tone even more solemn. "Balthazar and the other high-ranked demon leaders will be here. I am certain they have already felt our presence and are waiting for us. This will be the decisive battle." + +His gaze sharpened, and the squad leaders’ expressions became tense as they absorbed the weight of the situation. They had known this moment would come, but hearing it from Max took away any illusion of ease. + +Victor stepped forward slightly. "How should we proceed?" he asked in a steady voice. He looked toward Max with full trust, understanding that only Max held the clarity to guide them through such a fight.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Max’s reply was calm but filled with authority. "I will take the lead," he said. "I will be the main attacker. Behind me will be the seven of you, forming the second wave. Behind you will be the rest of your squads. I will handle Balthazar and the other high-ranked leaders personally. You seven will take care of the remaining demon elites. This arrangement will give us the highest chance of crushing their formation before they attempt anything unpredictable." + +The seven squad leaders nodded without hesitation. They were fully aware that none of them could face Balthazar or the other demon lords directly. Max was the only one capable of confronting enemies of that caliber. + +Their role would be to ensure that the human forces behind them faced as little danger as possible. Together, the formation they would create was both offensive and defensive, built around Max’s overwhelming presence as the spearhead of the assault. + +The air became still around them as the weight of the coming battle settled upon their shoulders. They all understood that what lay ahead would not merely be another fight. It would be a clash that determined the fate of their race and perhaps the entire front line of the war. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1288.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1288.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..79a195d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1288.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1281: Old Demon" +slug: "ch-1288" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1288 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1091 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Alright, attack in the formation I told you at my signal," Max said calmly, his voice steady and unwavering as he glanced back at the seven squad leaders and their assembled forces. Without waiting for any reply, his figure shot into the sky like a streak of light and flew toward the final bastion of the demon race. + +The geniuses behind him immediately shifted into the formation he had designed, with the seven squad leaders forming a tight array behind him and the rest of their squads fanning out behind them to provide layered support. The air vibrated with tension as every heart prepared for the decisive battle. + +Max descended rapidly toward the last demon stronghold. This area was heavily corrupted by demonic energy, and the terrain below was twisted with dark mounds and strange structures created by demons over years of occupation. He halted high above the ground, looking down upon the settlement with cold resolve. + +His voice boomed across the entire region as he declared, "Demons, your end is here." As he spoke, his right hand formed a dense ball of flames that pulsed with unrestrained heat. + +The orb writhed with jagged red lightning, each spark tearing through the flames like chains seeking to escape. The power within it distorted the air around his hand and generated a scorching glow that illuminated the battlefield. + +Without hesitation, Max hurled the ball of flame downward. The moment it left his palm, the temperature in the air spiked sharply. The fiery orb streaked toward the demon lair, leaving a blazing trail behind it. When it struck the ground, a deafening explosion erupted. + +The shockwave expanded like a rolling storm, flattening everything in its path. The ground cracked, buildings were torn apart, and waves of dust and debris shot into the sky. The explosion was so powerful that it shook even the sky itself, sending a deep tremor through the entire region. + +When the dust finally settled, Max narrowed his eyes. The entire settlement lay in ruins, reduced to near-flat terrain. Yet something was wrong. There were no demon corpses. No movement. No screams or cries of battle. The area was empty. + +"They evacuated..." Max muttered, immediately recognizing the tactic. They had anticipated his arrival. He had announced himself earlier, and the demon leaders must have seized the opportunity to draw him into a different battlefield. + +Raising his voice again, Max called out, "Balthazar, I am here. Did you not all want me dead? I am standing right here." His voice echoed loudly as he continued, "Come out, all of you. I know the demons are hiding. Show yourselves." + +For a moment, the surroundings remained eerily silent. Then something cut through the air. + +A pitch-black arrow shot toward Max at a speed beyond comprehension. It broke the sound barrier instantly, leaving behind no trace of movement or sound. The arrow seemed to warp through space itself, arriving at Max’s blind spot behind his back just as he finished speaking. It was faster than lightning and carried a lethal aura sharp enough to slice through mountains. + +Max did not flinch. Inside his mind, a faint sneer formed. ’Nice try...’ His Three Dimensional Body granted him complete spatial awareness, allowing him to perceive all trajectories and angles of incoming projectiles. + +This black arrow, no matter how fast or well-hidden, was no exception. The instant it neared the point of impact, Max’s body moved with fluid precision. He twisted midair, his sword already drawn in a single swift motion. + +The blade met the arrow. + +Bang. + +A violent burst of black smoke exploded from the collision, engulfing Max entirely in a cloud of dark energy. The shockwave rippled outward, forcing nearby corrupted structures to collapse from the force alone. The smoke roiled and churned, obscuring Max from sight for several heartbeats. + +When the smoke finally cleared, Max stood completely unharmed, his sword lowered calmly at his side. His expression remained indifferent, as though he had blocked nothing more than a meaningless gust of wind. + +"You should not have come here." The deep voice resounded from the darkness ahead, and as the echo faded, countless demons emerged from behind the shattered terrain. Their numbers swelled across the landscape until the entire horizon grew black with their presence. + +At the center of the formation stood Balthazar, his crimson eyes gleaming with cold fury. Around him, hulking demon soldiers spread out in an unbroken formation, their snarls filling the air with a suffocating tension. + +This army dwarfed every demon force the human geniuses had fought until now. The density of demonic energy radiating from them caused the very ground to tremble beneath their feet. + +Max hovered calmly in the air as he watched them spread across the field. He closed his eyes briefly and extended his senses deeper into the surroundings, probing every direction with precision. What he detected made his lips curl into a cold smile. + +The concentration of demonic energy was immense, and he realized that these demons were indeed the last remnants of the demon race in Nullaria. They had all gathered here, consolidating their forces into one final army. If this army fell, the demon race would be eradicated from this region entirely. + +The remaining weak demons hiding in the Middle Domain would no longer pose any threat. The realization filled him with a deep satisfaction. Victory was within reach. + +"You demons hide well and move even faster," Max said with a sneer. His voice carried across the battlefield, and several demons snarled in response. The tension grew heavier as the air stiffened with killing intent. + +"Your name is Max? The strongest human genius, the one spoken of with such irritating praise?" A gravelly voice answered from within the demon ranks. An old demon stepped forward. Despite his age, his towering bulk and muscular frame rivaled the largest of the demon warriors. His dark skin shimmered with ancient markings, and three thick horns curved from his skull. His gaze was sharp, piercing through the air with a level of pressure that immediately stood out. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. The presence this old demon radiated was different from Balthazar’s. It was heavier, more oppressive, and carried a sense of absolute authority. As Max scanned the ranks behind him, he noticed three more demons stepping forward, each one bearing the same three-horned appearance. + +The aura they released was overwhelming, and Max recognized instantly that all four of them possessed strength surpassing Balthazar. These were not ordinary demon leaders. They were beings who stood above the rest of their race. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1289.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1289.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..393c67e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1289.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1282: Ancient Secrets" +slug: "ch-1289" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1289 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Are you the higher ups of the demon race?" Max asked in a calm, steady tone. "Did you find what you were searching for during your invasion?" His question struck a raw chord in the demon ranks. Several demons growled in anger, recognizing the truth behind his words.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Before the old demon could respond, Balthazar stepped forward aggressively. He positioned himself directly in front of the four three-horned demons, lowering himself to one knee with deep reverence. After receiving a silent acknowledgment from the demons behind him, he rose to his feet and faced Max with a twisted grin. + +"How dare you speak to our demon kings in such a manner?" Balthazar shouted. His voice boomed across the area with a vicious pride. "Max, consider yourself fortunate. You stand before the four demon kings of our race." + +Max raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Four demon kings?" he repeated slowly. "What makes them demon kings? Is it the extra horn on their heads? If their strength is only at the peak of the Divine Rank, then the title is meaningless." + +A wave of anger surged through the demon army, but Balthazar held up his hand to silence them. His sneer widened. "You truly know nothing, human. These four demon kings were the first demons to descend into this world. They came chasing the drop of True Origin Devil Blood that fell into your realm. Their power was unmatched, but this mortal world restricts their strength. They are forced to remain at the peak of the Divine Rank. If not for this world’s interference, you insignificant mortal creatures could not even imagine the true powers they command." + +"The first demons?" Max repeated softly, and for the first time his expression shifted into something far more serious. + +A faint tightening appeared around his eyes as several fragments of information pieced themselves together in his mind. If these four were truly the first demons to descend, then they were the ones responsible for destroying the spatial domain of Acaris. + +They were the ones who had shattered the Ascension Tunnel of his world long ago, severing the connection between realms and trapping countless beings on the mortal side. The realization sent ripples of cold understanding through him, and he studied the four demon kings with renewed intensity. + +The first demon king stepped forward with a heavy, ancient presence. His voice rumbled like distant thunder as he asked, "Human, are you a descendant of those four divine beasts’ bloodlines?" His gaze narrowed as if he were attempting to read through Max’s soul. + +He held an unwavering certainty that Max carried something far beyond normal human potential, something tied directly to the oldest powers related to their arrival on this world. + +Max blinked once, clearly confused. "Descendant of the four divine beasts’ bloodlines?" he asked with a tilted head. "Are you referring to the Four God Nation and the people who claim descent from them?" His tone held no fear, only curiosity, because he had heard whispers and legends regarding those ancient beasts. Yet hearing demons speak of them in the same breath made the subject far heavier than mere myth. + +"Indeed, the so-called Four God Nation," the second demon king replied. His voice was equally ancient but smoother, almost contemplative. "When we descended into this mortal world in search of the True Origin Devil Blood, we immediately sensed that we were not alone. Four other beings had descended at nearly the same time. They possessed astonishing power and bore forms that resembled what you mortals call divine beasts. They were the Azure Dragon, the Black Tortoise, the White Tiger, and the Golden Phoenix. Their presence forced us into conflict, and because of them, we failed to obtain the True Origin Devil Blood we sought." + +The third demon king continued, "Those beings struck at us without hesitation, treating us as invaders and corruptors. Their intervention altered the course of our mission entirely. They disrupted the pathways we created and forced us to retreat deeper into the mortal world for thousands of years. Their interference was the reason our demon race could not expand faster." + +Max’s heart pounded heavily within his chest as he listened. This was not simply history. It was revelation. He had always known that the Four God Nations claimed to be descended from divine beasts, and he had heard stories that ancient beasts once appeared on this world long ago. + +However, most people treated those accounts as grand myths passed down by old storytellers. Not even the scholars of the Middle Domain could verify whether the divine beasts truly descended or if they were symbolic representations of powerful ancestors. + +But this—this was confirmation. + +The ancestors of the Four God Nations were indeed beings from the higher world, true divine beasts whose power rivaled or surpassed the highest ranked demons. The thought sent a tremor through Max’s mind, not from fear but from sheer awe. + +Although he remained composed outwardly, the revelations reshaped his understanding of the world’s history. The idea that these divine beasts had descended alongside the demons thousands of years ago made perfect sense. Their bloodlines, now diluted through generations of mortals, still held traces of divine power that shaped the political and martial structure of this era. + +Max looked at the four demon kings again. The connection between their arrival and the destruction of Acaris’s Ascension Tunnel became undeniable. If they had clashed with beings as powerful as the divine beasts, then the shockwaves of such battles could easily destroy spatial structures and sever paths to the higher world. + +The realization settled deeply within him. The past was far more complicated than he had imagined, and the link between the divine beasts and the demons was steeped in conflict from the very beginning. + +"So the True Origin Devil Blood was obtained by the four divine beasts?" Max asked. His voice carried a mix of shock and curiosity as he slowly pieced together the fragments of ancient history revealed before him. If the divine beasts had descended at the same time as the demons, then perhaps they were the ones who secured that drop of terrifying power. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-129.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-129.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2928dc5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-129.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 129: Intention to Kill" +slug: "ch-129" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 129 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1358 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Nathan trembled in rage. He had never been ridiculed to this degree by anyone, especially not by someone whom he considered nothing but trash. + +"You think by reaching us, you can achieve the same level of status as us?" he growled at Max.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Max shrugged. "I don’t care about your status." He sneered, looking down at him. "If being in a status like yours would make me a retard, then I very much want to stay away from someone like you." + +Nathan smiled, his expression cruel. "A wise choice, but spoken at the wrong time." + +Turning to the blob of slime who was intriguingly watching the scene, he asked, "Is there any rule against using my strength to make anyone fall?" + +The blob of slime smiled wickedly. "There is no such rule. Your only goal is to reach the top of the monolith, so it doesn’t matter how you get there." + +"Good." A sinister smile appeared on Nathan’s face. + +"You shouldn’t do what you have in mind, Nathan," Princess Aveline warned, her expression solemn. + +Nathan turned to her. "While I respect your highness the princess, I simply couldn’t stand by and watch trash like him get the better of me." He said, his expression cruel. "Either he goes down, or I do." + +"Hehe, you’re good, Nathan." Evlin smiled as she made a cutting gesture across her neck. + +Max saw them and understood what they were planning, causing a sneer to appear on his face. "I’ll see you guys soon." + +With those words, he took off. He began ascending the monolith once again, surprising the geniuses at the 350-meter mark. + +"You aren’t going anywhere!" Nathan shouted as he followed right behind Max. + +"Let’s go. The best part’s about to start," Tom sneered, also following behind them. Experience tales at freewebnovel + +Princess Aveline frowned, seeing their underhanded means to make someone fall from the monolith. + +"Don’t frown, princess, it doesn’t look good on you," Evlin sneered as she quickly resumed her climb. The young man with the scar followed right behind her. + +Just at that moment, Alex reached the 350-meter mark. + +"How strong is the kid with the white hair?" Aveline asked Alex. + +Alex glanced at her, frowning. He had taken in everything that had transpired, so he understood everything. + +"Nathan shouldn’t be so arrogant everywhere. This time, he’s hit a wall." He only said those words before taking deep breaths to rest. + +Princess Aveline frowned, her brows furrowed. ’What is wrong with them?’ She couldn’t understand why those from the East Region seemed so confident in the young man with white hair who only possessed strength at level 4 of Apprentice Rank. + +"Let’s go. We can watch the fun," the two masked men from the Black Lotus guild resumed their ascent. + +Aveline glanced up and began her climb along with Mikale. + +Meanwhile, several meters above her, Max had slowed down again to get accustomed to the pressure, but even that pace was too fast for the others. + +He was currently crossing the 380-meter mark while the rest of the geniuses had only reached 360, and their pace was becoming slower the higher they climbed. + +"What happened?" Max asked loudly, glancing down. "I thought someone would use their strength to make me fall, but a pity—they have too little potential in auras, or should I say, they’re weaker than trash from the East Region?" He taunted. + +Nathan raged upon hearing him. "Come down if you have the guts!" + +Max broke into wild laughter at his words. "Are you an idiot or what? Why would I come down? If you want to make me fall, then come up." + +He added, his expression turning cruel, "Or just admit that you’re too trash, too weak, with no potential to ever surpass someone six levels below you—someone from the East Region. Just accept that you’re trash." + +Nathan’s face darkened upon hearing Max, but he didn’t respond. He understood that Max was just trying to anger him. "Damn it!" + +Max glanced down, sneering at them. "I was warned about the geniuses from the North and South Region, but you guys are nothing but clowns here. You can’t even catch up to someone weaker than you. What a waste." + +With those words, he stopped wasting time on them and began climbing quickly while getting used to the pressure in the 300–400 meter range. + +"He’s still this fast?" Evlin was speechless at the speed Max was ascending. + +Tom frowned, but a sneer eventually appeared on his face. "No matter how fast he is, he’s destined not to cross the 500-meter mark. I’ve heard from the elders that only those who have comprehended an aura can cross the 500-meter mark." + +"Are you sure?" Princess Aveline asked, arriving beside them. "With the speed he’s ascending, it’s only a matter of time before he reaches the 500-meter mark." + +Tom turned to her with a sneer. "Even if he crosses the 500-meter mark with sheer luck, he’ll eventually fall. Only by having an aura can one maintain a constant ascent beyond the 500-meter limit." + +"I know, but by reaching the 500-meter mark, he’ll already have left us behind," Princess Aveline said, glancing at Max’s figure. + +"We don’t have to worry about that," Evlin said, her expression sinister. "He’ll have to come down eventually, and when he does, I believe Nathan would very much like to have a civil conversation with him." + +Nathan grinned, his expression cruel. "I will kill him." + +Princess Aveline frowned. "You must not do that!" she shouted, her tone full of authority. + +Nathan’s expression turned gloomy upon hearing her. "Princess, look, I respect you and all, but don’t ever speak to me like that—as if I’m your subordinate." He said in a deadly tone. "As for that kid, it doesn’t matter whether he lives or dies. If I want to kill someone, they die. It’s as simple as that." + +He added, "Moreover, the East Region would never come to the North for revenge, so all the more reason I should kill him. Trash like that should never surpass me, and I’ll make sure it stays that way." His face turned crazed as he spoke the last few words. + +Aveline sighed upon hearing him. + +"Look, he crossed the 400-meter mark!" the boy with the scar shouted. + +"Damn it!" Nathan raged, shouting as he continued his ascent. + +Knowing that he would kill Max later didn’t give him any satisfaction when he saw Max getting farther and farther away in the monolith tower. + +Hearing the shout, Max glanced down. "Huh? What happened retard? Why aren’t you coming up?" he said loudly. + +Nathan gritted his teeth upon hearing him, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. + +"I will kill you when you come down!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. + +Max sneered. "We’ll see." + +With those words, he stopped glancing down and moved forward. + +After entering the 400-meter range, he sensed the pressure increase, but with that, his connection to the lightning element also grew stronger. + +’But why only the lightning element?’ Max wondered silently. Although he could sense all the other auras of many different elements in the pressure, only the connection to the lightning element was increasing. + +That didn’t mean the other elemental auras or any auras were being wasted. He could feel a subtle bond forming with all the elements, but due to the overwhelming concentration of lightning aura compared to the others, his connection to it was deepening at a much faster rate. + +’I guess beyond the 500-meter mark... the density of the auras in the pressure will be even greater. That might be what could truly help me deepen my understanding of merging two auras,’ Max mused. + +Moreover, he had this feeling that whatever reward was waiting for him at the top of the monolith should be related to lightning, as climbing the monolith helped him understand the element. + +’Could there be a technique related to the lightning element?’ Max wondered, his eyes shining with excitement. To this day, he only possessed one combat-related technique, if he ignored the soul technique, and that was related to the flame element. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1290.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1290.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6c5b808 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1290.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1283: Unexpected Revelations!!" +slug: "ch-1290" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1290 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1096 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"No," the four demon kings answered together in calm, steady tones that resonated like ancient bells. "That single drop of blood did not fall into the hands of the divine beasts." The first demon king stepped forward before continuing, "It fell upon a golden crown, dyeing it crimson. We were extremely unfortunate, because that golden crown belonged to the crownbearer of this world." + +"What?" Max’s eyes widened. His entire mind froze for a moment as the revelation hit him like a physical blow. He had expected many possibilities, but never something like this. The crown worn by the crownbearer had been touched by the essence blood of a true devil. + +The implications were horrifying. He had been prepared for stories involving divine beasts and ancient battles, but this detail carried consequences far beyond anything he had anticipated. + +Balthazar’s lips curled into a smug sneer as he watched the shock spread across Max’s face. "Are you surprised, Max?" he taunted. "You should be. How else did you think the crownbearer of your world turned into such a vile being? Something must have twisted him into the creature you know now." He spread his arms dramatically, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on Max. + +"True Origin Devil Blood..." Max said slowly. The words came out through clenched teeth. His pupils trembled as the truth settled in. Everything lined up too perfectly. The corruption, the sudden fall of Mark, the drastic shift from pure-hearted protector to monstrous enemy. There could be no other explanation. + +"Bingo!" Balthazar burst into a triumphant laugh. His deep voice echoed across the battlefield. "True Origin Devil Blood is not ordinary devil blood. It is the essence blood of a true devil, a being far beyond your mortal understanding. Even masters of the Divine Realm would succumb to its corruption. Imagine what it must have done to the poor crownbearer of this world. He was once the most noble being among humans, someone destined to protect this realm from all forms of evil, yet that single drop twisted him into the greatest evil your world has ever produced." + +Max felt his chest tighten. His breath grew heavy as the revelations continued to crush any remaining assumptions he had held. + +The history of this world had never been simple, but this truth pushed it into realms he had never imagined. The four divine beasts, the four demon kings, the True Origin Devil Blood, the fall of the Ascension Tunnel, and the corruption of Mark—all of them were connected, woven together by a chain of events that began long before Max was ever born. + +"Poor crownbearer," the first demon king said with a voice that carried neither mockery nor sympathy, only the weight of an ancient truth. "He came as fast as he could to protect this world from the eight foreign threats that descended into it. We four demon kings arrived seeking the True Origin Devil Blood, and the four divine beasts descended with their own motives. As the protector of this realm, the crownbearer confronted all of us. For a time, he fulfilled his duty well. He held us at bay, prevented large-scale destruction, and safeguarded the mortals that depended on him." + +The demon king paused, then continued with a slower tone that carried the enormity of the moment he described. "But when our forces finally managed to approach the True Origin Devil Blood and were about to seize it, the four divine beasts interfered. They conspired together and threw the drop of blood into the crown of the crownbearer, thinking that only he could resist its influence. They believed he would purify it or destroy it. Instead, it corrupted him beyond salvation." + +His gaze grew darker as he added, "We attempted to extract the blood from the crown after witnessing the sudden shift in his aura, but it was already too late. The crown was corrupted. The blood fused with the very essence of the crownbearer, twisting every part of him until he became something entirely different. His fall had begun the instant that drop touched his crown." + +Max felt the weight of those words sink deeply into him. Mark had only been fulfilling his duty, racing to protect a world entrusted to him, yet the very act of protection had turned into the moment his life collapsed. + +He had become the vessel for a power that no living being should ever touch. Max’s heart tightened in an unexpected pang of pity. The man he once considered the greatest threat had once been the greatest protector. + +The second demon king stepped forward, his expression grim. "It did not take long for the corruption to consume him completely. The crownbearer transformed into an uncontrollable force of destruction. He wandered across your world, killing without reason or restraint. He tore through human settlements, erased entire clans, and extinguished countless lives. The mortals he was sworn to protect became nothing more than fragile prey in his eyes. For many years, no one was able to stop him. His power rivaled the divine beasts themselves, and the corruption amplified his might further." + +The demon king’s voice lowered, as though remembering scenes no creature should witness. "The four divine beasts soon realized the horror they had created. They understood that by their actions, they had doomed the crownbearer and condemned your world to suffering. Wracked by guilt, they decided to leave behind their bloodlines before withdrawing. They scattered their powers among chosen mortals, hoping that someone born in future generations, carrying those divine traces, would one day become strong enough to defeat the corrupted crownbearer." + +Max finally understood the entire chain of tragedy. His frown deepened as the pieces assembled in his mind. Everything that happened to this world, the rise of powerful Ascendants, the strange shifts in energy, the emergence of the Four God Nation, the terrifying tales of the crownbearer’s madness, demons and divine beasts—every event had been triggered by a single drop of True Origin Devil Blood. + +One drop was enough to drag eight enormous powers into the mortal realm, destroy the stability of entire worlds, corrupt the purest defender this world had, and reshape the future of humanity. + +As Max processed it all, a profound silence formed around him. The world’s history was not simply tragic. It was catastrophic. A tragedy so immense that no mortal record could ever do it justice. He finally understood why the past felt so heavy, why Mark had become what he had, and why this world’s fate had always been tied to forces far beyond mortal comprehension. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1291.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1291.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c0b1585 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1291.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1284: A Choice Before Max" +slug: "ch-1291" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1291 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1204 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Max, I think that devouring spirit must have sensed the power of True Origin Devil Blood, the demon kings, the corrupted crownbearer and the bloodlines of the four divine beasts. They are very delicious food to the devouring spirit." The void of Blob echoed in Max’s mind. "It had come to this world because of them. Their energy was simply too much for a mortal world and this made the devouring spirit came to this world to devour it." + +Hearing Blob Max felt that it made sense too. Otherwise why would a being as calamitous as a devouring spirit would come to a mortal world? Obviously there were many things that attracted it to this world. + +"Why tell me all of this?" Max asked at last. His expression remained calm, yet his voice carried unmistakable skepticism. + +The demons were not generous creatures. They would never reveal such ancient secrets for the sake of enlightening a human. If they had told him so much, they undoubtedly desired something from him. Knowing demons as he did, he expected that their intentions would not be simple or harmless. + +Balthazar stepped forward and folded his arms as he answered, "Well, the crown is lost, and we need to find it. That is our purpose. And I believe humans are particularly good at searching for things that should not be found." His voice held a strange mix of confidence and condescension, as though he were stating a simple truth rather than making a request of the strongest human genius. + +Max raised his eyebrows slightly. "You want to find that corrupted crown? For what reason?" he asked. "You failed to extract the True Origin Devil Blood from it when the corruption had barely begun. What makes you think you can do so now, after the blood has merged entirely with the crownbearer’s system and reshaped him into something else?" + +His tone remained steady, yet it carried clear disbelief. Even the demons had admitted that there had been no time to save the crown once the corruption set in. How could they expect success after centuries of fusion between the blood and Mark’s being? + +Balthazar smiled in a way that revealed more arrogance than confidence. "We have our ways," he replied, letting the words hang in the air as though the details no longer mattered. "The real question here is whether you are willing to find the crown or not." + +Max shrugged lightly, the motion casual yet dismissive. "You demons have grown naïve," he said. "If you believe that telling me these secrets will turn me into your errand boy, then you have lost all sense." + +His voice held a cold edge, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he observed their reactions. The demon kings tightened their stances, clearly displeased by his refusal to entertain their request. + +The first demon king stepped forward. His ancient aura weighed heavily on the air as he said, "You will either listen to us, human boy, or you will die here. We are giving you an opportunity to live. Take it." His tone remained calm, but the threat beneath the surface was unmistakable. The surrounding demons tensed in anticipation, waiting for Max’s decision. + +Max met the demon king’s gaze without flinching. Slowly, a sneer formed on his face, followed by a low, dangerous laugh. + +"Do you think I fear you?" he asked with a calmness that carried absolute certainty. "Why do you think I came here at all? Why do you think I allowed the seven squads to accompany me this far?" His eyes darkened with killing intent as he continued, "I came here to kill every one of you. To eradicate the demon race from the face of our world." + +"Human boy, I heard your conversation with Mark in the Lower Domain," the first demon king said, his tone calm yet edged with a certainty that left no space for denial. His ancient eyes locked onto Max with an unsettling sharpness. "From that exchange, we learned that you have already discovered the location of the corrupted crown. So tell us where it is." His words cut through the tension like a blade, stirring unease among the demons behind him and tightening the air around Max. + +The demon king continued before Max could respond. "If we succeed in extracting the True Origin Devil Blood from the crown, then it may be possible to reverse the corruption entirely. Whatever happened to the crownbearer might be undone. He could return to the state he once held, the protector of this world rather than its destroyer. This is our offer. Bring us the crown, and we will attempt to restore him." + +Max’s brows furrowed immediately, and a deep silence grew around him as he considered the implications. A small part of him reacted instinctively to the possibility. If restoring Mark was truly possible, then the greatest threat to this world could be eliminated without a catastrophic battle. More importantly, the soul of the man who had once been the world’s guardian might return. + +Even after everything, Max was not someone who found pleasure in killing a fallen protector, especially one who had been corrupted by a force no mortal or divine being could have resisted. The idea of returning Mark to his original state carried a strange heaviness, something that pressed against Max’s chest and made him hesitate for the first time. + +Yet doubt rose just as quickly. Extracting the True Origin Devil Blood sounded impossible. The demons themselves had admitted they had failed in the past, back when the blood had only begun to corrupt the crown. + +The blood had long since fused with Mark’s system, becoming part of his being. Removing it now would be harder than removing one’s soul from their own body. And even if the extraction were possible, could he trust the demons? Their motives were never pure. Their history was filled with schemes and manipulation. + +They would benefit greatly from obtaining the crown, and restoring Mark might only be secondary to their true goals. + +Max’s mind raced through the possibilities. If extracting the blood truly worked, then Mark could return to his true self. A peaceful resolution would replace a fatal confrontation. But if it failed, then the crown would fall into the hands of the demon kings, and the consequences would be disastrous. + +Their strength, combined with the corrupted crown, might produce something far worse than Mark himself. He could not afford to make a wrong decision here.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +He inhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the choice that had suddenly been placed before him. The offer was tempting not because it promised power, but because it offered the possibility of redemption. + +If he had the option to fight a fully powered, uncontrolled Mark or return him to the person he originally was, then the latter was undeniably the better path. It would bring closure to centuries of tragedy. It would free the world from its darkest shadow without the need to destroy the man who once died protecting it. + +But was such a miracle truly possible? + +Max’s frown deepened. The battlefield remained silent as he stood suspended in the air, grappling with a choice that could shape the future of millions. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1292.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1292.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5f296a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1292.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1285: Killing Balthazar!" +slug: "ch-1292" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1292 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1188 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max remained silent for a long moment as he weighed everything he had heard. His eyes remained fixed on the four demon kings, but his thoughts wandered to Mark, the corrupted crownbearer, and the faint possibility of reversing the tragedy. + +Yet even after considering every angle, every risk, and every hidden intention, he slowly shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks," he said firmly. "Between trusting demons who have never spoken a single truth without a hidden agenda and fighting a fully powered crownbearer, I would rather choose the fight." His voice carried an unwavering certainty that made several demons twitch in irritation. + +"You think you can handle a corrupted crownbearer?" one of the demon kings scoffed. His enormous body trembled as a mocking laugh vibrated through the air. "He is far stronger than the combined force of the four of us. Not even the divine beasts could restrain him once the corruption took hold. Do you truly believe you can survive such a battle? You speak as though your courage alone can alter fate." + +Max’s expression did not change. Instead, a cold, sharp sneer appeared on his lips. "That simply means if I can kill all four of you, then I will stand a chance against him, does it not?" he asked calmly. + +His tone was harsh but confident, and it struck the demon kings with a force they had not expected. The arrogance they detected was matched by a clarity that unsettled them. He did not underestimate them. He simply refused to fear them. + +Without waiting for their response, Max raised his fist and signaled the seven squad leaders behind him. His voice thundered across the battlefield. "Attack!" + +The moment the command left his mouth, the seven squad leaders propelled themselves forward, each leading their squads with full force. The ground trembled as the humans surged toward the massive demon army. Lightning crackled, flames erupted, shadows expanded, and the sky filled with swords and elemental energy. The battlefield roared to life in an instant, and the demons reacted with enraged screams as they charged to meet the human offensive. + +"Foolish human! You will die here, and your small army will be erased from existence!" the third demon king roared. His voice reverberated through the battlefield as he glared at Max with unrestrained fury. "To refuse cooperation and challenge us is the height of ignorance!" + +"We will see about that," Max replied. His entire body shimmered with radiant white light, and the air around him distorted violently. Before anyone could understand what was happening, a perfect dome of compressed space formed around him. + +The spatial barrier expanded outward, surrounding Max, Balthazar, and all four demon kings in a confined sphere. The world outside blurred and vanished as the spatial walls sealed with absolute precision. + +The demons stared at the enclosed space in shock. + +"What is this? A spatial cage?" the first demon king shouted, his frown deepening as he examined the shimmering dome that prevented any movement beyond its boundary. He looked directly at Max. "Are you so foolish as to trap yourself inside a confined space with us?" + +Max did not acknowledge his question. He simply turned his head toward the seven squad leaders who were preparing their squads for an all-out battle outside the dome. "I will take care of everyone trapped inside this spatial cage," Max said calmly. "You seven make sure not a single demon outside survives." + +Victor nodded with conviction. "Leave it to us," he said before turning to the others. His voice filled with authority as he commanded, "All squads, attack with everything you have!" + +The battlefield erupted into chaos. The demons outside the spatial cage clashed with the humans in a storm of destruction, while inside the sealed dome, Max now stood alone against Balthazar and the four demon kings. The ultimate confrontation was about to begin. + +"Now we can battle without a care in the world," Max said with a relaxed smile as he slowly lifted his sword. A strange pressure began to radiate from his body, and the atmosphere inside the spatial dome shifted as if the very air had become fragile. + +The fifth level concept of severing sword unfurled from within him like a silent storm. It was a power that cut more than matter. It sliced intention, energy, aura, and even the momentum of existence. + +When Max had retreated to the Tower of Truth to comprehend the fifth level of severing, he discovered that unlike space or time, which required layers of complex understanding, severing followed a simpler, more primal law. It demanded clarity, sharpness, purpose, and a single pure intention: to cut. With time and focus, he had reached the fifth level far more smoothly than he expected. + +What Max did not realize was that achieving a fifth level concept was not an isolated accomplishment. It created a subtle resonance that linked all other concepts he had previously pushed to the fourth level. It was as though breaking through one impossible barrier reminded the soul that impossibility itself could be shattered. + +Once a cultivator succeeded in doing something that defied all logical boundaries, the mind and soul accepted that other barriers of the same height could be broken as well. Max had unknowingly stepped into a state where the fifth levels of his remaining concepts lay much closer than before, waiting only for the slightest push to fall into place. + +The moment the severing concept filled the dome, the four demon kings reacted instinctively. Their expressions changed, and for the first time since their confrontation began, shock flashed through their ancient eyes. + +"Fifth level sword concept?" one of them whispered, though the words trembled as if his voice could barely contain what he was feeling. A fifth level sword concept was something only beings of the highest realms could wield. For a human in a restricted world to achieve this was beyond belief. + +Before any of the demon kings could move, something dreadful happened. + +A faint ripple of light shimmered beside them, almost invisible. There was no wind. No buildup of aura. No explosive force to warn them. The sword concept of severing did not announce itself. It existed only to cut. + +A thin, clean line of white light passed through Balthazar’s body. + +He froze. + +His eyes widened, and confusion flickered there, followed by the onset of panic. He tried to speak, but no sound left his throat. The only coherent thought that surfaced in his mind was a desperate, broken question: "How?" + +His body separated into two halves with quiet finality. There was no blood, because even the flow of his demonic essence had been severed before it could erupt. The pieces of his corpse began to fall, but they disintegrated into dark dust before reaching the ground as the severing energy erased the last traces of his existence. + +Within a single heartbeat, Balthazar—who once stood as one of the strongest demon geniuses in the realm—was gone. + +One strike. + +That was all Max needed. The battle inside the spatial cage had only just begun, yet its first blow had already shifted the balance completely. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1293.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1293.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c3bd516 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1293.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1286: Strong Demon Kings!" +slug: "ch-1293" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1293 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1077 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Die!" The furious roar of the four demon kings shook the entire spatial dome as they launched their assault simultaneously. + +The death of Balthazar, who had been their most promising disciple and the one they had groomed to surpass even themselves, ignited a rage so intense that the atmosphere warped around them. + +Their killing intent surged like a tidal wave, and their bodies moved with frightening coordination. The grief of losing Balthazar mixed with their hatred for Max, creating a murderous aura that made the entire space vibrate. + +The first demon king reacted faster than the others. He pressed his feet into the cracked ground, and the impact sounded like thunder. The ground beneath him caved in, forming a deep crater as he propelled himself forward like a compressed spring being released. His massive body shot through the air with explosive force, and the earth shattered behind him. + +In the next instant, he appeared before Max, and as he arrived, his power erupted outward. The fifth level concept of strength radiated from his body in violent waves. Every muscle in his form swelled with destructive energy as he drew back his arm and delivered a fist strike capable of pulverizing mountains into sand. + +Max reacted instantly. He shifted the sword in his right hand to his left hand with a swift motion. His right fist clenched tightly as he gathered all the Draconic Essence within his body and focused it into that single strike. + +His scales glowed beneath his skin for a brief moment as pure draconic might surged through his arm. When the demon king’s fist descended upon him, Max punched forward with everything he had, meeting force with force. + +Bang. + +The impact was colossal. The ground beneath them collapsed entirely, forming a crater that grew larger with every moment the two forces clashed. Shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the entire spatial cage. + +Dust and debris exploded upwards like a volcanic eruption. The destructive force that radiated from their clash pulverized everything in its vicinity. A heartbeat later, one figure was flung across the dome with immense speed, carving a long trail of destruction through the air. + +It was Max. + +He shot backward like a cannonball, and the only thing that stopped him from being smashed into the barrier was his quick instinct. He stabbed his sword downward into the ground with his left hand, using it as an anchor to slow his momentum. + +The blade screeched along the fractured earth, sparks flying everywhere as Max finally came to a stop. He stood still, breathing heavily, his fist slightly trembling from the raw force he had just endured. + +"What immense strength..." Max muttered, shock filling his eyes. He had expected the demon kings to be strong, but not this strong. The first demon king’s fist had nearly shattered his arm. The brutal force behind that strike was far beyond anything the peak Divine Rank demons he fought earlier could generate. This was a different level entirely. + +But as he took a breath and thought more deeply, he understood. These demon kings were not true residents of the mortal realm. They were beings from the Divine Realm, entities who had lived long enough to comprehend higher laws. In the mortal realm, where the ceiling of power restricted them, the highest they could manifest was the fifth level concept. For them to have reached it was not surprising. It was, in fact, expected. + +Max tightened his grip on his sword. The realization brought clarity rather than fear. He had already accepted that this battle would not be simple. These were beings who had clashed with divine beasts and survived. The fact that their full power was restricted did not make them any less dangerous. + +And yet, Max did not step back. His eyes sharpened as the other three demon kings closed in with killing intent boiling in their veins. + +Max steadied his breathing as the four demon kings regrouped, each preparing to launch a coordinated attack. His Three Dimensional Body scanned their movements with ease, capturing every shift of muscle, aura fluctuation, and intent. It was as though time slowed around him, allowing his senses to dissect the battlefield with perfect clarity. + +His eyes swept across the four demons, noting the distinct concepts that radiated from each one. + +The first demon king surged with the fifth level concept of strength, his body crackling with raw destructive force. The second demon king radiated a similar intensity, but his aura pulsed rapidly and unpredictably, marking him as the wielder of the fifth level concept of speed. + +The third demon king emitted a deep, devouring darkness, revealing mastery over the fifth level concept of darkness. The fourth demon king, however, released a strange, abnormal aura. Max could not immediately identify it, and that uncertainty made the fourth the most dangerous. + +Rather than risk being caught off guard, Max chose to target the second demon king first, the one with the concept of speed. Eliminating him would reduce the unpredictability of the battlefield significantly. + +"Die!" all four demon kings roared together. Their combined killing intent surged, filling the spatial dome with pressure so heavy that the air itself seemed to shrink. Their bodies blurred into motion as they converged upon Max with deadly precision. + +Despite their speed, Max remained perfectly calm. The fury of four ancient demon kings crashing toward him did not shake his composure. He merely exhaled and summoned the power of the Storm King’s inheritance.𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +A sudden burst of red lightning flickered around his body, wrapping him in a storm of crackling energy. The aura of Extreme Speed surged through him, bending space slightly around his form. Then his figure vanished from the demon kings’ sight. He was no longer standing where he had been a heartbeat ago. + +He reappeared directly in front of the second demon king, sword raised high, its blade glowing with thunderous intensity. With a single motion, Max unleashed the Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword. + +Bang. + +The impact sent the second demon king flying backward like a missile. His massive form tore through the ground, skidding across shattered stone until he crashed into a distant wall of the spatial dome. + +But even after such a powerful strike, the demon king rose. Max stared in disbelief as he saw only a shallow gash across the demon king’s chest. The sword technique combined with Extreme Speed should have carved through almost anything, yet here it barely broke the skin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1294.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1294.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..16674e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1294.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1287: Killing Demon Kings!" +slug: "ch-1294" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1294 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Damn..." Max muttered in shock. He had not expected the demon king’s body to possess such terrifying durability. But there was no time to dwell on it. + +The third demon king attacked immediately. A rain of black glowing arrows materialized in the air and shot toward Max in rapid succession. They flew so fast that even time seemed unable to catch them. Max swung his sword again and again, striking each arrow with swift, clean motions. The arrows shattered into dark mist upon contact with his blade. + +"Die!" a deeper voice followed an instant later. + +The fourth demon king appeared directly before Max. His fists blurred into a storm of motion. In the span of a second, he delivered over a hundred punches, each one packed with killing power. The barrage of strikes came from every angle, creating the illusion of multiple fists converging upon Max simultaneously. + +Max reacted with equal ferocity. His sword flowed with the fifth level concept of severing, and the blade flashed nonstop as it intercepted every incoming punch. Sparks erupted with each collision, and the dome trembled from the shockwaves. + +Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. + +The sound of fist meeting blade echoed across the sealed battlefield like thunder inside a chamber. Max’s focus sharpened to a razor point as he blocked every strike with flawless precision. But then his eyes broke into a fierce red glow. + +The Storm King’s inheritance surged again, expanding with violent intensity. Heaven’s Wraith activated, and lightning curled around Max’s body like streaks of wild crimson serpents. His aura spiked as he poured every ounce of that power into his sword. + +He swung. + +Sky Shattering Sword Art — Heaven Defying Sword. + +The attack fused the full might of the fifth level severing concept with the overwhelming strength of the Storm King’s lightning inheritance. A radiant arc of destructive force descended upon the fourth demon king. He barely had time to pause after his barrage before the counterattack reached him. + +The sword descended with such speed that the demon king could not even lift his guard. + +The blade passed through his torso in a single clean motion. + +A deep silence followed as the demon king’s massive body split down the middle. The halves remained suspended for only a moment before collapsing into the shattered ground with a heavy, lifeless thud. The severing concept had not only cut his body but also his essence, leaving no chance for regeneration. + +Max stood tall, lightning crackling around him, his sword humming with residual power. One demon king had already fallen. + +"How dare you kill my brother?" the first demon king roared, his voice echoing with a depth of fury that shook the spatial dome itself. His rage twisted the surrounding air, and the ground beneath him cracked as he launched forward with a punch far stronger and heavier than anything he had used before. + +His aura surged violently, filling the dome with the crushing weight of the fifth level concept of strength. His eyes burned with murderous intent, and every muscle in his massive frame pulsed with destructive power as he shot straight toward Max. + +Max watched him come with cold disdain. As the furious demon king approached, Max slowly slid his sword back into its sheath and lifted his right arm. A calm sneer tugged at the corner of his lips. He clenched his fist tightly and summoned the power of the first divine vein of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin. + +The moment the power awakened, an otherworldly sensation wrapped around his body. It was similar to the surge of his Draconic Essences, yet fundamentally different in a way that felt deeper, purer, and far more ancient. The Vein of Origin pulsed within him, infusing his fist with a force that transcended the limitations of flesh. + +A grin spread across Max’s face as he felt the power rise. "Come then," he said quietly, the excitement in his voice growing as the energy intensified. "Take this." Without hesitation, Max drove his fist forward and met the descending strike of the enraged demon king head-on. + +Bang. + +The collision produced a violent shockwave that rippled across the dome. The moment their fists met, the result was instantaneous. Max’s punch carried such overwhelming force that the first demon king’s fist was obliterated into a burst of blood and shattered bone. + +The demon king’s arm twisted unnaturally from the impact, and his body was hurled backward at a tremendous speed, sent flying even faster than he had charged. + +Max did not waste the opportunity. Red lightning surged around him as he activated the Storm King’s inheritance once more. His figure blurred and vanished from sight before reappearing directly in front of the demon king, who was still flying backward from the devastating punch. + +The demon king’s eyes widened in shock as Max materialized before him, calm and composed despite the intensity of the battle. + +Max raised his sword, gripping it with both hands as he channeled everything he had into a single attack. This was not the wide, explosive technique he had used earlier. This was a refined, focused, and lethal sword strike, the pinnacle of the Sky Shattering Sword Art. + +Sky Shattering Sword Art — One Sword: All Conquered. + +The blade descended in a single smooth motion. It did not produce thunderous sound nor an erupting wave of light. Instead, it cut through the air with a frightening silence, so sharp and clean that space itself seemed to fold around the edge. The simplicity of the strike hid a depth of lethality that far surpassed any attack Max had used in this battle so far. + +Slash. + +The first demon king’s massive body split apart instantly, not into two pieces like Balthazar or the previous demon king, but into countless fragments. The severing concept worked in perfect harmony with the divine vein and the storm inheritance, producing a cut so absolute that even the demon king’s essence was sliced cleanly. His body disintegrated midair, scattering into fragments that dissolved before touching the ground. + +The entire confrontation had lasted only seconds. + +Another demon king had fallen. And Max stood unharmed, his sword gleaming with an aura that made even the remaining demon kings feel a tremor deep within their ancient souls. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1295.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1295.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb5071f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1295.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1288: Slave Seal" +slug: "ch-1295" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1295 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How could you be this strong?" the third demon king muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief as he watched the first demon king fall in pieces. His expression twisted with confusion and fear, emotions he had not felt in countless years. + +The second demon king, however, registered his shock in a different form. His face contorted with wrath, and without hesitation he unleashed the full intensity of the fifth level concept of speed. His body blurred into a streak of light, and in the next instant he appeared directly before Max. + +His fist shot forward, followed by another, and another, until the air around Max erupted with motion. Within a single second, the second demon king delivered nearly a thousand punches, each carrying devastating force and speed beyond ordinary perception. + +For anyone else, this barrage would have been death. Even a peak Divine Rank cultivator would be torn apart before understanding what had happened. But Max possessed the Three Dimensional Body, an ability that allowed him to see motion from all angles and perceive trajectories with perfect clarity. + +The attacks were fast, incredibly fast, yet nowhere near fast enough to escape his expanded perception. Every punch, every shift in movement, every burst of speed appeared to him as if slowed down. There was no panic, no confusion, only a calm understanding of the pattern unfolding before him. + +White mist began to seep from Max’s body, swirling around him like a ghostly veil. The temperature inside the dome plummeted instantly. Frost formed across the shattered ground, and the entire atmosphere dimmed beneath an overwhelming cold. + +It was an unnatural chill, something that did not belong to the mortal world. The power emanating from Max was the essence of the White Essence Ice Lotus, a force capable of freezing even divine entities if given the opportunity. + +The second demon king continued throwing punches, unaware that his surroundings were shifting. But as the chill intensified, his movements slowed. The momentum behind his fists weakened. His skin cracked under the encroaching cold. Then, almost instantly, his entire body froze solid. + +The demon king who had been attacking Max in a storm of motion now stood immobilized, his arms suspended mid-punch as ice enveloped him completely. Even for beings of immense durability, the White Essence Ice Lotus was a terrifying force. The freeze lasted only a second, but to Max, that single second was more than enough. + +Max’s sword rose calmly as his eyes sharpened. A faint glow rippled across the blade. He swung once. + +One Sword: All Conquered. + +The strike cut through the air with a silent certainty. The frozen body of the second demon king did not even resist. The sword touched the crystallized demon, and the ice shattered instantly. The demon king fragmented into thousands of glimmering pieces, each shard reflecting the white light within the dome before scattering across the ground like broken glass. There was no scream, no final roar, only the quiet sound of ice falling apart. + +Max lowered his sword as the fragments melted into nothingness. Another demon king had fallen. + +"If my ice concept were at the fifth level, I could have frozen both of them for more than a second," Max murmured to himself as he examined the shattered remnants of the second demon king. + +That brief moment of immobilization had allowed him to end the battle cleanly, but in a confrontation where every heartbeat determined victory or death, one second felt painfully short. He made a mental note to deepen his understanding of the ice concept later. + +There was still tremendous room for growth, and battles like this reminded him of the importance of refining every aspect of his power. + +He turned his gaze toward the last remaining demon king. The third demon king had retreated several steps, trembling uncontrollably as he watched his companions fall one after another. The fear in his eyes was raw and undeniable. + +For countless years, he had believed himself to be superior to anything in the mortal world. Yet this human stood before him, slaughtering the demon kings as though they were nothing more than obstacles on a path he refused to stop walking. + +Max smiled faintly as he walked toward him, sword in hand. "You are the last one," he said with a calmness that struck the demon king harder than any blade could. His footsteps echoed through the dome, each one tightening the demon king’s fear. + +The demon king’s body trembled violently. He had never imagined that a mortal could overpower them so effortlessly. His entire worldview shattered before his eyes. "T-Tell me," Max said, stopping a short distance away. "How do you want to die?" His voice was soft but carried a chilling authority that froze the demon king’s willpower. + +"D-Don’t kill me," the demon king stammered, gritting his teeth in desperation. "I can be more useful to you alive than dead." His pride evaporated completely. Survival was the only thing that mattered now. + +Max raised an eyebrow. He had not expected such a proposal. The demon king’s fear was genuine, but usefulness was another matter entirely. Before he could respond, a familiar voice echoed in his mind. + +"Max, what the demon king is saying is true. Keep him alive for now. He will be useful in the future." Blob’s tone was unusually serious, which made Max pause. If Blob was insisting, there had to be a reason. + +Max frowned slightly. Keeping a demon king alive carried enormous risk. They were cunning, ruthless, and experts at deception. Allowing one to survive might lead to betrayal at a critical moment. That possibility alone made Max hesitate. Blob seemed to sense his doubt and spoke again. + +"I know what you are worried about," Blob said. "But I have a soul technique called Soul Seal. With it, you can enslave any being who agrees to the process. Once the seal is placed, disobedience becomes impossible. He will not be able to betray you." + +Max’s eyes widened in surprise. "There is such a soul technique?" he asked within his mind. "Why did you never mention something so important before?" + +Blob’s response was immediate. "Because it does not work on humans. It affects demons, beasts, and other non-human entities, but humans cannot be bound by it. Their souls were simply too weak for it to work. Since it had no use in the Lower Domain or Middle Domain battles, I never had a reason to bring it up." + +Max exhaled slowly. That explanation made sense. If the technique could not affect humans, it would have had no relevance in most situations. "Very well," Max said. "Transfer the technique to me." + +"As you wish," Blob replied. + +A moment later, a stream of information entered Max’s mind. The structure of the technique unfolded within his consciousness, revealing its steps, requirements, and limitations. The Soul Seal was intricate, profound, and dangerous if used incorrectly. Yet it was also absolute. Once placed, it forged a permanent bond that ensured loyalty. + +Max absorbed the knowledge in silence while the trembling demon king watched him with a mixture of fear and hope. The path forward had shifted. The battle inside the dome was almost over, but the consequences of sparing this demon king might shape events far beyond this moment. + +The choice was his. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1296.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1296.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..47fa386 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1296.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1289: Nero the slave" +slug: "ch-1296" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1296 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1120 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After absorbing the entire structure and nature of the Soul Seal, Max stepped toward the trembling third demon king. The demon’s fear-filled eyes followed every step Max took, as though each movement carried judgment over his life. + +When Max finally stopped before him, he tilted his head slightly and asked, "You said you do not want to die. Is that correct?" His voice carried an almost gentle tone, matched with a faint smile that did nothing to ease the demon’s anxiety. + +The demon king nodded so vigorously that his entire body shook. "I do not want to die. Do anything you want to me, strip my power, imprison me, chain me, take my essence, just do not kill me. That is my only request." His desperation was painfully clear, and his pride had been abandoned entirely. + +Max’s smile softened into something warmer, though there was a sharpness behind his eyes. "Alright, I will not kill you," he said calmly. "But I cannot trust you either. That leaves us with a problem. What should be done about that?" He tapped his chin thoughtfully, letting the demon stew in uncertainty. + +The demon king did not hesitate. "I can become your slave. Just do not kill me," he blurted out, clinging to that single thread of hope. "I swear to follow any order you give." + +"Slave?" Max repeated slowly as he examined the demon with piercing eyes. "Are you certain you want that? When you become my slave, there will be no freedom left for you. Your future will no longer be yours. You will live under my command until the day I release you, if that day ever comes." His words carried no mockery, but they held undeniable weight. + +The demon king dropped to one knee with surprising decisiveness. His voice trembled, yet within it lay genuine resolve. "Master, your strength already stands at the peak of the mortal realm. It is only a matter of time before you ascend to the Divine Realm. Even in the Divine Realm, I believe you will rise to unimaginable heights. To serve a master such as you is not a humiliation. It is a blessing. I accept this path completely." + +Max studied him quietly for several long seconds. The demon’s flattery was shameless, yet it carried a certain intelligence. His willingness to abandon pride for survival was a sign of adaptability. Max’s initial wariness faded slightly. "Very well," he said at last. "I will place a seal on your Soul Palace. Once the seal is established, your loyalty will be absolute. Open your Soul Palace to me and do not resist at all." + +The demon king lowered his head further. "Yes, Master." Without hesitation, he allowed the defenses of his Soul Palace to fall away. + +One’s Soul Palace was sacred, more protected than the body itself, and granting access was equivalent to offering one’s life in another person’s hands. Yet the demon remained still, the fear of death far greater than any instinct for self-preservation. + +Max raised his hand and placed his fingers on the demon king’s forehead. His consciousness slipped into the demon’s soul world. The Soul Palace rose before him, vast and dark, shaped like an ancient fortress carved from obsidian. + +With the knowledge imparted by Blob, Max wove the structure of the Soul Seal, layer by layer, inscribing it directly upon the core chamber of the palace. The seal glowed faintly, then sank into the very foundation of the demon’s essence, binding him permanently. + +The process should have been incredibly difficult. Enslaving another being required overwhelming spiritual superiority. Forcing a seal into a resisting Soul Palace was almost impossible, and even if one succeeded, the target’s spirit could collapse entirely. + +The reason Max completed it so quickly was simple: the demon king had accepted servitude willingly. By opening his Soul Palace without resistance, he removed every barrier. Max only needed to perform the technique correctly. + +After withdrawing his consciousness from the demon’s soul world, Max stepped back. The demon king remained kneeling, head lowered, but the tremble in his aura had disappeared entirely. The Soul Seal had taken effect. + +It was done. The last demon king now belonged to him. + +"Alright, from now on your name is Nero," Max said as he looked at the demon king who was still kneeling respectfully before him. There was no hesitation in his voice. Naming a slave was an act of ownership, but it was also the beginning of reshaping that being’s identity under his command. + +The demon king lowered his head even further. "Nero... I thank Master for bestowing me with a name," he said, his voice steady and filled with a kind of solemn reverence that had not existed in him earlier. A name given by one’s master signified complete submission in demon culture, and Nero accepted it fully. + +"Good," Max said with a slight nod. "Here is your first task. Go and scour the entire region of Nullaria. Hunt down every demon still hiding in this world. I want every last one of them dead. Leave no survivors. + +When the task is completed, return to this exact place and report to me." His tone carried authority that left no room for misinterpretation and no space for disobedience. It was an order issued by someone who knew his command would be followed without question. + +As soon as Max finished speaking, he lifted his hand and released a pulse of will. The spatial dome that had sealed the battlefield vanished instantly. The shimmering barrier dissolved like mist under sunlight, revealing the chaos of battle outside it. Max stood at the center, calm and composed, while Nero lifted his head to acknowledge the order. + +"Yes, Master," Nero said before rising to his feet. His body shot into the sky with incredible speed, disappearing into the horizon within moments. There was no hesitation, no doubt, and no trace of resistance. Nero had accepted his role completely. + +Max watched Nero’s figure fade from sight. There was no anxiety in his expression and no lingering suspicion in his heart. The Soul Seal was absolute. It allowed no wavering, no hidden intent, and no possible betrayal. + +If Nero ever entertained even the faintest thought of defiance, the seal would ignite his soul from within, burning him from the inside until nothing remained. More importantly, the moment such a thought occurred, the seal would alert Max instantly. + +Because of that certainty, Max did not worry at all. Nero was bound tighter than chains or oaths could ever provide. His loyalty was no longer a matter of choice. It was enforced at the deepest level of existence. + +With that assurance settled in his mind, Max turned his gaze toward the battlefield. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1297.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1297.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe9b2f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1297.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1290: End of demons in Nullaria" +slug: "ch-1297" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1297 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1165 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The battlefield stretched endlessly in every direction, littered with the broken, twisted bodies of demons. The stench of burnt flesh, scorched earth, and dissipating demonic energy hung thick in the air. + +Pools of dark blood soaked into the ground, forming scattered patches of corruption that were already beginning to fade as the demonic essence lost its vitality. Here and there, human geniuses could still be seen engaging the last remaining demons, striking them down with practiced precision. + +These final enemies were too weak to be considered threats, and the young cultivators were using them simply to sharpen their blades and refine their battle instincts. The chaos that once filled the region had reduced to quiet clusters of finishing blows. Victory was already certain. + +Max descended from the sky, the air rippling around him as he landed beside the seven squad leaders. Dust rose with the force of his arrival before settling again over the battlefield corpses. Victor was the first to step forward, wiping a faint smear of blood from his cheek as he looked at Max with a tired but satisfied smile. + +"How is it?" Max asked, his tone steady as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle. + +"Everything is going well," Victor replied, nodding with clear pride. "In fact, the situation on our side is already resolved. Only a few demons are still alive, and the squad members are cleaning them up. It will not take long before the entire battlefield is completely cleared." + +Max swept his gaze across the field. He saw discipline in the movements of his fighters, confidence in their posture, and determination in their eyes. The teams he had trained were no longer the inexperienced geniuses they once were. They had grown sharper, stronger, more coordinated. + +"Good," Max said with a nod. "I have handled the demons on my end as well. As for the ones still hiding across Nullaria, there is no need to worry. They are being taken care of." + +The squad leaders exchanged glances, unable to make sense of the final statement. None of them knew about Nero or the task Max had issued. They simply understood that Max carried a confidence that left no room for doubt. + +"Once everything here is concluded," Max continued, "create a temporary settlement nearby. A small, secure location where everyone can rest and restore their strength. You have all been fighting for many hours. Take this time to recover fully." His eyes swept across each leader, silently acknowledging the strain and fatigue they carried beneath their hardened expressions. "It will not be long before we leave this place." + +The seven leaders straightened, nodding with respect and acceptance. Max’s decisions had guided them through every danger so far. None of them questioned his judgment. As they dispersed to carry out his instructions, Max remained standing at the center of the battlefield, the wind carrying away the last traces of demonic presence. + +The war in Nullaria was nearly over. Only one final step remained before the region would be truly cleansed. + +---- + +Max returned to the area where he had fought the four demon kings. The ground was still scarred from the violence of the battle. Deep craters marked the places where overwhelming power had collided, and faint traces of demonic aura lingered in the air like the fading echo of a storm. + +Max lifted his hand and flicked his fingers gently. A powerful suction force erupted around him as he summoned the devouring ability. The corpses of the four demon kings dissolved into streaks of energy and rushed into him, leaving not a single fragment behind. + +Their essence vanished completely. Max had done the same for the demons that Victor and the other squads had defeated earlier. He had consumed every remnant of demonic power across the field, leaving the battlefield utterly cleansed of their presence.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +A quiet thought flickered through his mind. ’I am close to leveling up to the Divine Rank.’ He could feel it in every part of his body. His veins burned with power, his soul thrummed with restless intensity, and the energy swirling within him felt ready to break through its current limits. ’Just one more push and I will enter the Divine Rank.’ + +The feeling was unmistakable. He had reached the precipice of a breakthrough that many cultivators spent centuries chasing. + +Max sat down on a boulder beside the ruins of the battlefield and allowed time to pass. He spent the day in contemplation, thinking about every technique he had used, every concept he had comprehended, and every step that had brought him to this point. + +The destruction of the demon kings, the completion of Nero’s soul seal, the cleansing of Nullaria—all of these events painted a path forward. He considered the future battles that awaited him, the Divine Realm he would one day ascend to, and the many threats beyond this world that he would soon have to face. His expression remained calm, but his mind was in motion the entire time. + +By the time the night faded and early morning arrived, Max opened his eyes as a familiar presence approached at incredible speed. Nero descended from the sky and landed before him silently. His aura was vastly diminished compared to earlier, not because his power was gone but because he restrained it consciously. Even so, a faint oppressive darkness radiated from him, strong enough to make the air heavy. + +The moment the human geniuses noticed a demon appearing on the battlefield, alarms went up across the entire settlement the squads had built. Several geniuses unsheathed their weapons and prepared for combat. + +Others surrounded the area, their bodies tensed and ready to strike. Nero’s arrival felt like a storm descending from the sky, and the humans reacted instinctively to the danger. + +Max stood up and lifted his hand calmly. "Relax. Stand down," he said as his voice spread across the settlement. The geniuses hesitated but obeyed. Max turned toward them and spoke clearly, "There is no need to worry about this demon. His name is Nero, and he is my slave." + +The words struck the humans like a thunderclap. Shock rippled through the crowd as everyone stared at Max in disbelief. Even the seven squad leaders, who had witnessed many impossible things since meeting Max, couldn’t hide their astonishment. + +They could feel Nero’s presence clearly. His aura was heavier, colder, and more terrifying than anything Balthazar had radiated. The power within him was something they could barely comprehend. Yet this demon knelt before Max in complete submission. + +A silence spread across the battlefield as every genius realized one undeniable truth. If a demon of Nero’s caliber was reduced to servitude under Max, then the gap between them and Max was far greater than they had ever imagined. Max had surpassed even the highest expectations they had placed on him. + +The war in Nullaria had ended. And Max stood at the center of it all, stronger than ever, with a demon king at his command. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1298.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1298.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13047ce --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1298.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1291: Leaving Nullaria" +slug: "ch-1298" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1298 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1193 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Nero, I heard that you demons intended to summon a Demon General from the Divine Realm. What happened to that plan?" Max asked, his tone calm yet edged with curiosity. The idea of a Demon General descending into the mortal world was unsettling, and he needed clarity on whether that threat still lingered. + +Nero immediately went down on one knee, lowering his head in respect. "Master, we were preparing for that very purpose. The rituals, formations, and blood resources were being gathered, and the demon forces across Nullaria were instructed to prioritize the summoning preparations above all else. However, your attacks and the combined assault from your allies disrupted everything. We were forced to abandon the summoning formation entirely when we realized your forces were approaching our strongholds. In the end, we had no choice but to gather here and respond to your army." + +"That means the summoning of the Demon General failed?" Max asked, wanting to hear it clearly from Nero’s own mouth. + +"Yes, Master. We failed to summon the Demon General," Nero replied. His voice carried a hint of fear at the memory of what might have happened had they succeeded. "Furthermore, the summoning is no longer possible. Bringing a Demon General into the mortal realm requires the combined power of four demon king level demons. It is the minimum requirement for the ritual to stabilize the passage between the realms. That condition cannot be met now. The other demon kings have all perished by Master’s hand. Without them, the ritual is permanently sealed." + +Max nodded slowly, a wave of relief passing through him. The last thing this world needed was a Demon General stepping into it. The demon kings were already monstrous, but a Demon General would far surpass their level. + +If such a being had descended, even Max would have faced an extremely complicated and dangerous situation. The relief he felt now confirmed that eliminating the demon kings had been the correct decision. + +"What about the demons back in Acaris? What are they planning?" Max continued. He needed to understand the state of the war on that side as well. + +Nero bowed his head again. "Master, the demons in Acaris are all low-level demons. Their strength does not reach anywhere close to the Divine Rank. Their only purpose is to prolong the conflict and keep the humans occupied. They are used as a distraction, nothing more. Once we reach Acaris, I humbly request Master to allow me the opportunity to exterminate them all." + +Max nodded, accepting his request. "Do so when we arrive in Acaris. You will clear every demon there." + +Nero lowered his head again. "Yes, Master." + +With the matter settled, Max raised his hand. A faint glow appeared around his index finger as he slid a ring onto it. It was a Life Space Ring, a powerful artifact capable of holding an entire miniature world within it. Max examined it briefly before looking at Nero. "I will let you enter a small world for now. Do not resist." His voice carried authority that required no explanation. + +Max activated the Life Space Ring, and a swirl of energy opened beneath Nero’s feet. Nero did not resist the pull. He simply bowed once more and allowed himself to be drawn into the miniature world inside the ring. The spatial ripple closed behind him, leaving the battlefield silent once more. + +Max exhaled lightly. He could have placed Nero in the Dimension of Spirit, the inner world he used to nurture spirits. It was his first thought, but at the last moment he reconsidered. The Dimension of Spirit was sacred ground meant for spirits to live and grow freely. + +Introducing a demon into that environment would inevitably taint the atmosphere and disrupt the delicate purity of that realm. Nero carried the stench and aura of a demon king, something that would cast a shadow over a place meant for life and serenity. + +For that reason, Max chose the Life Space Ring instead. It was separate, stable, and secure. Nero could remain there without influencing the Dimension of Spirit, and Max could monitor him whenever necessary. The arrangement was ideal. + +With Nero safely stored away and the battlefield of Nullaria finally approaching a state of quiet completion, Max turned his attention to the group of human geniuses who stood awaiting his next instruction. Their bodies were tired yet firmly upright, their expressions showing both relief and anticipation. + +Max looked over them, recognizing how much they had grown through this campaign. "Prepare yourselves," he said, his voice carrying across the open field. "We will be heading back to Acaris now." + +The moment those words left his lips, Max lifted his hand calmly and pointed toward the empty space before him. The air rippled, and the fabric of reality began to crack under his control. A thin tear appeared in the void, like a cut made through space itself. + +The tear quivered for a moment before stretching wider, expanding into a stable passage that shimmered like a dark mirror. Beyond it lay the distant realm of Acaris. + +"Let’s go," Max said with quiet authority. + +Victor, along with the other six squad leaders, immediately took charge of their squads. They moved swiftly, organizing the formations and ensuring everyone was ready to travel. Their mission in Nullaria had come to an end. + +They had accomplished the impossible by eliminating every demon across this corrupted land, and now they would return to perform the same task in Acaris. Determination flickered in every eye. The war was not over yet. + +One by one, the human geniuses began stepping through the shimmering passage. Their figures vanished into the void, swallowed by the tear as they crossed the threshold back into their home world. The swirling energy of the portal hummed with power as each person passed through it. Soon, only the seven squad leaders remained outside the tear, standing before Max. + +"Go on," Max told them. + +Victor nodded, followed by the others. Without hesitation, they stepped into the tear and disappeared, leaving behind the once-hostile world they had conquered. Silence fell over the region as the last of the human geniuses vanished into the void.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +Max stood alone in Nullaria. The wind swept across the empty field, carrying away the final traces of battle. He remained silent for an entire minute, his gaze fixed on the horizon with an unreadable expression. The stillness in the air seemed unnatural, as though it awaited something. + +Then Max spoke quietly, though his voice carried across the space with unmistakable certainty. + +"You can come out now. Everyone has left." + +For a moment, nothing moved. The horizon remained undisturbed and the air held its breath. Then, slowly, a silhouette began to materialize from the distance. + +At first it was only a blurred shadow, then a clearer shape, and finally a figure walking toward Max with deliberate steps. The oppressive aura surrounding the figure grew stronger with each moment, dark and suffocating, carrying with it a weight that twisted the atmosphere. + +As the figure came close enough for the light to touch him, his identity became unmistakable. + +It was Mark. + +The corrupted crownbearer of Acaris. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1299.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1299.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de684d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1299.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1292: A small talk with Mark" +slug: "ch-1299" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1299 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1133 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What can I do for you?" Max asked as he faced Mark. His tone carried neither hostility nor fear. Instead, there was a quiet heaviness in it, a subtle shift born from everything he had learned about Mark’s tragic fall. + +The hatred he once felt had softened into something more complicated. Mark was no longer just the enemy who destroyed his world’s stability. He was also the victim of a calamity that even beings of the Divine Realm feared. That knowledge made Max approach this conversation with an unusual sense of restraint. + +"Nothing," Mark replied with a faint smile, though the expression twisted strangely on his corrupted features. "This is my world, after all, so I have always been here, watching while you and the others fought. I must admit, you have grown impressively strong. Almost as strong as me." His voice drifted with a mixture of amusement and warning, as if the acknowledgement held a deeper message beneath it. + +Max frowned. "What are you trying to say? Stop wasting time and get to the point." + +Mark tilted his head slightly, still smiling. "The demons have been hiding on this world for thousands of years. I am certain your humans have wondered how they survived unseen for so long and where they disappeared between invasions. This place was their sanctuary. And I was the one who welcomed them here." His tone carried no remorse. It was as if he were stating an obvious fact that held no burden. + +A cold shadow crossed Max’s eyes. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked, his voice turning firm and heavy. + +"Because you should know what awaits you once I regain the other two fragments of my soul," Mark said with a darker, colder smile. "When I am whole again, the very first thing I will do is kill you. Consider this a promise, Max. You should prepare yourself." + +The air chilled between them. Max stared at Mark for a long moment, his gaze neither hostile nor afraid but filled with a calm determination that refused to waver. "We will see," Max said simply. His voice held no anger. It carried certainty, as though he already accepted that their paths were destined to clash. + +Without another word, Max turned and walked toward the tear in the void he had created earlier. Mark watched silently as Max stepped through the portal, the spatial passage shimmering around him. Once Max disappeared into the world of Acaris, the tear slowly sealed itself, closing like a wound healed by time. + +Nullaria fell into silence once more. + +And the confrontation between Max and Mark was left suspended in the future, waiting for the day when both would stand at full strength and resolve the fate tied to their intertwined destinies. + +---- + +Back in Acaris, Max and the group stepped out of the spatial passage and returned to the very place from which they had departed for Nullaria. The landscape had not changed much. A small fortified camp still stood in the distance, guarded by cultivators who maintained the perimeter. + +The moment Max and the young geniuses emerged from the void, the guards stiffened, then relaxed in relief upon recognizing them. Their expressions quickly shifted from vigilance to joy, for the return of so many geniuses signaled victory rather than loss. + +Max wasted no time. Before addressing anyone, he released Nero into the world with a subtle gesture of his hand. Nero materialized beside him, the oppressive darkness in his aura carefully restrained. Max leaned forward and issued a quiet order. "Handle the remaining demons across Acaris. Do it discreetly. Do not alarm the humans." + +Nero bowed respectfully and vanished into the horizon without causing a ripple of disturbance. With the Soul Seal binding him, Nero would obey perfectly. + +Once this was done, Max gathered the geniuses and led them toward the headquarters of the Four God Nation. Their arrival immediately sparked activity. Messengers rushed ahead, guards opened pathways, and news of Max’s return spread faster than wildfire. + +Within moments, the highest authorities of the Four God Nation and the Seven Overlord Forces were summoned. The leaders of the Obsidian Order and the Hunter Association were also called to attend. By the time Max stepped into the grand meeting hall, every important figure of the continent was already seated, waiting in tense silence. + +The atmosphere inside the hall shifted the moment Max entered. The leaders rose courteously, and Max gestured for everyone to sit. Once they settled, he spoke with steady conviction. "All the demons in Nullaria have been eradicated." His voice echoed through the chamber, and the weight of those words fell over the leaders like a cleansing wind. + +A wave of relief and triumph washed through the hall. + +"Good," one of the Four God Nation leaders said, nodding firmly. "With the demons eliminated, half our problems are solved." + +Another leader exhaled deeply. "Demons have always been the most troublesome enemy. Now that their hiding grounds have been destroyed, the demons in Acaris will be wiped out soon as well." + +Murmurs of agreement followed. For the first time in years, the leaders allowed themselves to feel hopeful. The thought of Acaris free from demonic threat brought palpable joy into the room. + +Lucien, who had been studying Max closely, leaned forward with curiosity. "What else can you tell us?" he asked. He sensed there was more to the story than a simple victory. + +Max nodded. He knew he needed to explain everything he had discovered, not only for transparency but also because the revelations were directly tied to the ancient origins of the Four God Nation. + +He began recounting the events in detail. He spoke of the four demon kings and their immense power, the four divine beasts who descended centuries ago, and the mysterious and terrifying True Origin Devil Blood that triggered everything. Then he explained the tragedy of Mark, the crownbearer of their world, and how that cursed drop of blood had corrupted him completely. + +The hall descended into heavy silence. Shock settled over the leaders as they absorbed the truth. The ancestors of the Four God Nation were not mythical beings born from earth and sky, but divine beasts from a higher world who had once fought to protect this realm from an unimaginable threat. Mark’s corruption, the destruction of the spatial pathways, and the long war with demons—all of it traced back to that ancient conflict.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Max finished speaking, and the weight of history hung over everyone. The leaders looked shaken, uncertain of what future awaited them now that the truth had come to light. + +And yet, beneath that uncertainty, a spark of understanding ignited. + +This war had never been just a war against demons. + +It had always been part of a much larger conflict stretching across realms. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-13.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-13.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..66c6072 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-13.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 13: Hardest No Rank Dungeon" +slug: "ch-13" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 13 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1218 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Huh, don't bite off more than you can chew," William sneered at Max's remark. "While we know you're strong, the most you can handle is Level 4. Level 5 is off the mark. We'd need a plan to deal with the boss monster, depending on the type we encounter." + +Max smiled at William's words. "We'll see once we're inside," he said, turning to look at the tall structure in front of him. + +From what he could determine, Nevin's strength had reached Level 4 after taking the red pill, and Max had easily defeated him. This made Max speculate that his own strength lay somewhere between Level 4 and Level 5. However, he would need to fight the boss monster to see if he stood a chance against a Level 5 opponent or not. + +"Let's get in," Max said to the trio of William, Zixi, and Henry. + +The tall structure had a door—a tall, rusty door at one end. From the vines crawling on its surface, it seemed as though it hadn't been opened in ages. + +Max touched the door lightly, and it automatically swung open, revealing a long corridor with torches lining either side. The corridor appeared to be made of white tiles, which had gathered dust over time. + +"The corridor isn't long. I can see another door at the other end. That door must lead to the boss," Zixi said, examining the corridor. + +"That means this corridor is a trap, full of monsters," William frowned, coming to a conclusion. + +Max turned to the trio and said solemnly, "If this really turns out to be a corridor full of traps, then you guys have to listen to me before taking a single step inside. I have a way to track the traps." + +The trio nodded in understanding. + +"All right, then. Let's enter," Max said, taking the lead. He stepped first onto a dust-covered tile, activating his Three-Dimensional Body to check if he had triggered a trap. After taking another step and walking ahead a little, he didn't notice anything resembling a trap. + +"Come in," he called to William and the others behind him. + +They looked at each other and followed Max into the corridor. However, just as all three set foot inside, the door behind them closed automatically. + +**Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!** + +Five goblins appeared before them, each holding a stone knife. + +"Five Level 1 goblins?" Max raised one of his brows in suspicion before firing five bullets from his hands. The bullets collided with the goblins, causing their bodies to explode. + +"Five Level 1 goblins to stop us... This is very suspicious," Zixi said, contemplating. + +"You're right. This is indeed suspicious," Max agreed with her, adding his opinion. "If I'm not wrong, we'll face five Level 2 goblins next, followed by five Level 3 goblins, and then five Level 4 goblins before we can reach the door at the end of the corridor." + +"What? Are you kidding me?" William's expression became anxious. "Facing five Level 3 goblins, and worse, five Level 4 goblins?" He clutched his head, thinking about fighting them, knowing it took all three of them to handle just one Level 3 goblin. + +"W-We're done for," he stammered in despair. "This is one of those rare, unique, no-rank dungeons where the difficulty is just beyond common sense." + +Zixi's face also became solemn. They knew they could handle a Level 5 monster if they worked together and had a solid plan, but facing five Level 3 goblins and then five Level 4 goblins together was even harder than a single Level 5 goblin boss. + +She bit her lip, trying to think of strategies to help them in this situation, but none came to mind that could get their team through the current hurdle. + +'This is some serious difficulty,' Max thought, feeling both excited and pressured. He wasn't worried about the Level 3 goblins, but the Level 4 goblins were a different story. He recalled the Level 4 goblin shaman he had seen in this dungeon and considered that if all the Level 4 goblins turned out to be shamans, it would be a real challenge. + +Turning to the other three, Max said assuredly, "Don't worry too much. This is just my assumption. If it does come true, then watch the show from the back." + +The confidence in his tone baffled the other three, but they could only nod at this point. + +Max took the lead and headed forward. Just before they reached the midpoint of the corridor, five more goblins appeared before them. This time, their strength was at Level 2. + +"It seems my assumption was correct," he chuckled wryly. For once, he had hoped to be wrong.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +"You just had to open your big mouth," William grumbled in annoyance. + +"Yeah, I had to," Max laughed. "Haha..." + +"You!" William clenched his fists and rolled up his sleeves as if ready to go all out against Max. + +Max eyed him and chuckled with a sneer. "We still have a fight due. Do you want to settle it here?" he provoked. + +"Do you think I fear you just because you're stronger than me?" William immediately drew his sword. + +"Stop it, you two!" Zixi intervened just in time. "This isn't the time for that," she said solemnly to both of them. + +"I know." Max nodded to her and then sneered at William. "I was just joking. Don't worry—I won't add to your losses anymore." + +"AHHH, I'll defeat you today, once and for all!" William shouted, going berserk after Max's last taunt. + +"I wonder what the dean will think if I report this situation to him," Zixi said with a subtle smile. + +"Dean? Father?" William immediately snapped to his senses. "What are you talking about, Zixi? We're just heading to the boss room, and Max is helping us, isn't he?" he said as though nothing had just happened. + +"Haha." Max chuckled and fired five magic bullets at the incoming Level 2 goblins. Like before, the goblins didn't stand a chance, their bodies exploding into pieces. + +"Take these cores as well," Max said, turning to them. "Also, the cores from the five Level 3 and five Level 4 goblins will be mine." He looked at them for objections. + +"Why? Why would you take all the good ones?" William protested. + +A smirk appeared on Max's face. "If I reach Level 3, I have a 50% chance of one-shotting the Level 5 boss." + +William's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me?" He couldn't believe what he had just heard; no one had ever claimed to one-shot a boss monster. + +"50% sure..." Zixi considered the option. If Max could really one-shot the boss, it was better than them fighting a grueling battle against it. + +She looked at Max and suggested, "How about this? You take all these cores and do what you said just now. However, we'll take whatever the boss drops." + +Max contemplated her condition and added, "Just give me the skill if one drops. You guys are rich and can get any skills you want, but the poor me has to work hard to get one." + +"Fine," Zixi agreed to the deal. "You take the skill, and we'll take everything else." + +"Then we have a deal." Max laughed and headed further down the corridor. Moments later, five Level 3 goblins appeared before them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-130.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-130.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..97aedea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-130.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 130: Reaching the Halfway Zone" +slug: "ch-130" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 130 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1306 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max slowly made his way towards the 450-meter mark while the rest of the geniuses had either given up or already fallen. + +Nathan and the others were teetering on the edge of the 400-meter mark. The pressure they faced was so overwhelming that they forgot about crossing the 400-meter line; they were struggling just to breathe. + +"The pressure here is too great," Tom said, feeling the constant weight bearing down on his body. It made him feel as if his entire body would break down if he stayed under the pressure any longer. + +"Damn, is this my limit?" Nathan cursed, realizing he couldn’t even move his body. He felt frustrated and humiliated that he had lost to someone from the East Region, especially since Max only had the strength of a level 4 in the Apprentice Rank. + +"Damn it!" He shouted, letting go of his grip on the surface of the monolith as he fell down before it.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Tom glanced at Nathan before turning to Princess Aveline and Evlin. "Good luck crossing the 400-meter mark," he said. With those words, he also let go of the monolith and fell down, regrouping with Nathan. + +"The brothers have such a bond… one goes down, and the other shortly follows," Evlin said softly, her eyes drawn to Princess Aveline. Her expression turned solemn. "So, what will it be, Princess? Giving up, or doing your best to reach the 400-meter mark?" + +Princess Aveline smiled. "Isn’t it obvious?" + +With those words, she began ascending again, though her speed was no faster than a snail’s crawl. + +Evlin sighed, glancing down at the Drake brothers and then at Aveline. "Fine," she said, a look of madness clouding her face. "I will join you in your madness." + +With those words, she resumed climbing the monolith, hoping to reach the 400-meter mark. + +Currently, they were at the 350-meter mark, only a 5-meter chasm separating them from their goal. However, that 5 meters felt like 5 kilometers with their crawling pace. + +Both Aveline and Evlin gritted their teeth as they moved toward the 400-meter mark, pushing themselves as hard as they could. + +Meanwhile, Mikale and the scarred-faced young man gave up, knowing their strength was insufficient, and fell down, joining the others. + +Alex, who was just behind them, tried his best to continue his ascent but fell down, unable to withstand the pressure above the 350-meter mark. + +The results were almost the same for the other guilds. After reaching the 350-meter mark, they were all forced to the bottom. + +Only the duo from the Black Lotus Guild remained in the end. + +"Brother, it’s time we go down as well," one of the masked young men said to the other. + +The other one nodded. "Let’s go." + +After discussing among themselves, they also descended, only to witness a scene they didn’t want to see. + +--- + +After getting used to the pressure at the 400-meter range, Max steadily increased his pace, heading toward the 500-meter mark. + +On the other hand, the two beauties were doing their best to reach the 400-meter mark. + +"Only a few steps left… I can do it," Princess Aveline muttered as she used all her strength to crawl forward. + +Evlin, too, didn’t give up and continued moving alongside Aveline. + +After a strenuous half hour of struggle, they finally reached the 400-meter mark. + +"I didn’t expect the future witch to be so hardworking," Princess Aveline commented, impressed by Evlin’s perseverance. Discover stories with freewebnovel + +Evlin smiled in response. "Same about you. I had heard that the princess of the West had lived her entire life as a princess, but I guess those are just rumors," she said, her tone intriguing. + +She glanced down and added, "Well, I’m going down. I can’t go any higher. This is my limit." With those words, she let go of the monolith and fell. + +Princess Aveline glanced down, then at Max, who was still ascending, and sighed. _’We’ll see how strong you are once you’re down.’_ She thought, before also letting go of the monolith and jumping down. + +With that, Max became the sole ascender of the monolith. + +The blob of slime observed the monolith, its eye narrowing as it noticed only one figure ascending. + +Glancing down, it announced loudly, "Now only one genius remains on the monolith, and from the speed he is ascending, he doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon." + +The words rang throughout the hall, surprising many. Some had witnessed Max’s change in pace—from fast to slow, to slow again, and now back to fast—and now he seemed unstoppable. They were clearly shocked by such developments. + +"Damn, where did such an odd guy come from? His strength is only at level 4, and yet he’s better than everyone else here." + +"True. It just doesn’t make sense, no matter how you think about it. To maintain this pace even in the 400-meter range would only be possible if he had already comprehended an aura, but that’s impossible as well." + +"When did such a genius rise in the East Region? Moreover, from the looks of it, they don’t seem too surprised by his performance." + +"Genius? We don’t know if he’s truly a genius or someone cheating his way to the top." + +"I also believe it’s impossible for someone at level 4 in the Apprentice Rank to surpass everyone here, so the only plausible explanation is that he’s cheating." + +The crowd of geniuses buzzed with murmurs, seeing Max as the sole ascender of the monolith. They found it hard to believe that someone at level 4 in the Apprentice Rank had left everyone behind, while some allegedly blamed Max for cheating. + +Meanwhile, Nathan and Tom were terrorizing a group of young geniuses from the East Region, especially those from the Phoenix Order Guild. The entire group of geniuses from the South Region surrounded the geniuses from the Phoenix Order Guild. + +"I heard that he’s from your guild…" Nathan smiled sinisterly at Alex. "Care to tell me more about him?" + +Alex frowned, glancing at Nathan and Tom. Knowing that their entire group stood no chance against them or the geniuses from the South Region, his expression turned serious. + +"Hahaha, so this is how the South Region handles things," a group of masked individuals from the Black Lotus Guild arrived and intercepted those from the South Region. + +"Brother, you should know… South Region is the place of criminals, so that’s to be expected from them," one of the masked individuals sneered at Nathan, glancing at the others. + +Nathan’s expression turned cruel as he saw them. "Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you two. I’ll take care of you once I’m done with these trash." + +Alex and Vance exchanged looks, sweat forming on their faces as they heard Nathan’s words. If a battle truly broke out between them, they stood no chance against the geniuses from the South Region. Only a few of them could really fight against them without loosing. + +Their only advantage was in numbers, but would it be enough to hold them off until Max finally descended? + +"Good, you managed to cross the 500-meter mark," the blob’s voice reached everyone’s ears at that moment, causing Nathan and Tom to turn their heads toward Max. + +They watched in shock as Max reached the 501-meter mark. He crossed the 500-meter threshold when they couldn’t even touch the 400-meter mark. + +"He is still ascending, though at a somewhat slower pace than before," Aveline said, glancing toward Nathan with a smile on her face. + +"He won’t cross the 550-meter mark," Nathan said, gritting his teeth. Last time he declared that Max wouldn’t reach the 500-meter mark, which he failed miserably, and now again, it was with the 550-meter mark. + +He added boldly, "Without aura, it’s impossible to ascend past the 500-meter mark." + +"Hehe," a look of mockery appeared on Alex’s face as he heard Nathan. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1300.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1300.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..189cca8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1300.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1293: The Final Meeting" +slug: "ch-1300" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1300 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How is the preparation for the Celestial Beast Temple going?" Max asked, shifting the direction of the conversation as soon as he noticed the mood in the hall turning somber. His tone was steady, nudging the leaders away from the weight of ancient history and back to the matters at hand. + +"It is done," Freya replied, her voice composed despite the tension in the room. "We are fully prepared to open the secret domain of the Four God Nation. The Celestial Beast Temple is located within that domain, and the pathways have been stabilized. We can access it whenever you decide." + +"Good," Max said with a small nod. "There is no need to worry about the demons in Acaris anymore. I have someone taking care of them, and soon the entire world will be free from their presence." + +His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued. "In fact, we should enter the secret domain of the Four God Nation as quickly as possible. When I returned from Nullaria, I sensed that the red cloud had already spread into other regions of the Middle Domain." + +Hermes leaned forward, his expression darkening. "Not only the surrounding regions, but all areas connected to the Middle Domain have begun showing traces of it. We attempted multiple methods to weaken or dismantle the red cloud. Everything we tried, from elemental bombardment to domain suppression, failed. The red cloud absorbed every attack we launched and grew stronger from it. Our efforts were completely ineffective." + +Max’s frown deepened as he listened. The red cloud was far more dangerous than he initially suspected. If it continued to expand, it could swallow the entire continent and possibly the entire realm. This was not something he could ignore. + +"What about the backup plan?" Max asked firmly. "Have all humans been stored safely inside the rings?" + +President William stood from his seat and gave a solemn nod. "It is done. Every being, whether from the Lower Domain or Middle Domain, has been placed inside the Life Space Rings you provided. They are safe for now. Even if the red cloud consumes everything outside, the people will remain untouched within those small worlds." + +A ripple of relief passed through the hall, but it did little to ease the underlying dread. The red cloud was unnatural, unstoppable by conventional means, and growing faster than anyone predicted. Saving the people was only the first step. What remained was confronting the cause. + +Max looked at each leader in turn, his gaze steady. The preparations had been completed. The people were safe. The demons were being eliminated. Now the path ahead led only to one place. + +The Celestial Beast Temple. + +And whatever answers waited beyond its gates. + +"I say we should open the secret domain of the Four God Nation within a week," Max declared after taking a moment to consider all the variables laid before him. His voice carried a firmness that left no room for hesitation. "As for who will enter the secret domain, you can decide that among yourselves. Choose the people who will not falter once the temple reveals its trials." + +He looked around the hall, making sure every leader understood that this decision was in their hands, not his. The Four God Nation and its allied forces needed to make the choice willingly, for whatever awaited inside that ancient domain would undoubtedly reshape the power structure of the entire world. + +Lucien raised his hand slightly, drawing Max’s attention. "What about the Demon General?" he asked with visible concern. "We all know that if the Demon General were to descend into Acaris, this world would fall into chaos before anyone could respond. Should we prepare for that possibility?" + +Max shook his head and allowed a small smile to form. "It will not be a problem anymore," he said confidently. "Fortunately, we went to Nullaria at the right time. Had we been delayed even by a little, the Demon General would have been successfully summoned by now and this world would be facing a disaster none of us could handle together. But as things stand, the summoning ritual can no longer be completed. The required demon kings are dead, and their numbers cannot be replaced. We do not need to worry about the Demon General anymore." + +Lucien nodded slowly as the tension in his shoulders softened. "That is good," he said, allowing a relieved breath to escape. His reaction was mirrored by several others in the hall. + +The threat of the Demon General had loomed over their continent like a silent storm. Knowing it had been prevented brought a weightless feeling to the room, even if the challenges ahead remained immense. + +The leaders exchanged glances, realizing how much depended on their next actions. The truth about the divine beasts, the corruption of the crownbearer, the expansion of the red cloud, and the hidden power of the Celestial Beast Temple had changed everything. + +The secret domain was no longer a mere inheritance ground. It had become the next decisive step for the future of their world. + +"I do not think we will have the luxury to sit and discuss who will fight Mark once we return his other two souls," Max said, breaking the momentary calm that lingered in the hall. His voice carried a gravity that caused several leaders to straighten in their seats. "I had a brief encounter with him in Nullaria. During that moment I could sense his intent clearly. He has absolutely made up his mind to kill me the moment he regains his full strength. There is no room for negotiation, no possibility of convincing him otherwise." + +A heavy silence spread across the room as Max’s words settled in. The thought of facing the fully restored crownbearer was daunting even to the strongest figures present. Mark had once been the protector of Acaris, the guardian assigned by the heavens. + +His fall had made him an enemy beyond comprehension, and restoring his missing soul fragments would return him to his peak state, which was something none of them had ever faced. + +Max continued with calm decisiveness. "So I will fight Mark directly." + +Max then turned to his sister. "Sis," he said, his tone softening slightly although the seriousness remained. "You will be the one to strike when Mark reaches his weakest moment. I will wear him down until he reaches a point where even he cannot stabilize himself. That is when you move. Your attack will need to shake him so deeply that he cannot recover quickly. The timing must be perfect." + +She nodded slowly, understanding the weight of what Max was entrusting her with. + +Max’s expression hardened as he looked at the leaders gathered around the table. "After that, we will still need someone who can deliver the final blow. That person must be powerful, determined, and unyielding. But more importantly, that person must belong to this world. Only a being from Acaris can end the life of the crownbearer. Anyone not born of this world will be unable to finish him no matter how strong they are." + +A murmur spread through the hall as the leaders exchanged troubled glances. They understood the implications. The crownbearer could not be killed by outsiders, not even Max despite his overwhelming potential. The finishing strike had to come from someone tied to Acaris by birth and law. + +"And we have Lucien for that." Max turned to Lucien at this point.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +"Leave it to me." Lucien said smiling. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1301.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1301.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3b36909 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1301.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1294: Secrets of the Temple" +slug: "ch-1301" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1301 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Following the conclusion of the meeting, a final decision was reached with unanimous agreement. The secret domain of the Four God Nation would be opened exactly one week later. There would be no delays, no further discussions, and no reconsiderations. + +Time was slipping away far too quickly, and the spreading red cloud reminded everyone that hesitation was no longer a luxury they could afford. The next seven days would be used to gather strength, stabilize their minds, and prepare for whatever awaited within that ancient domain. + +As for who would enter the secret domain, the leaders agreed that only the most significant and capable figures would be allowed inside. These included the highest authorities of the Four God Nation, the Seven Overlord Forces, and the two great organizations, as well as individuals personally chosen by Max. + +Among them were the seven squad leaders who had grown remarkably under his command and a handful of other geniuses Max had observed during the demon hunt in Nullaria. Their potential, courage, and adaptability had impressed him enough to warrant a place in this crucial expedition. + +Each of these chosen individuals was informed of the decision, and they were given a full week to prepare their minds, bodies, and equipment for the journey ahead. + +The secret domain itself was not something unknown to the Middle Domain. People from the Four God Nation had been entering it for generations. Every few years the entrance would open, and authorized groups would brave its depths, exploring landscapes saturated with ancient power. + +Those expeditions always returned with valuable treasures, lost techniques, and spiritual inheritances that had strengthened the Four God Nation and its allied forces for centuries. Many cultivators considered the secret domain to be a divine blessing left behind by their ancestors. + +However, within that vast domain sat a place that almost no one dared to approach. The Celestial Beast Temple. It was the most heavily guarded location within the entire secret domain, wrapped in layers of natural pressure and profound formations that even the greatest experts of the Four God Nation could not decipher. + +The temple had remained shrouded in mystery since the earliest days of its discovery. People knew it existed, and they knew it was far older than the secret domain itself, yet no one had ever been able to uncover the secrets it held. + +When Max asked why no one had entered the temple despite the centuries of exploration, the leaders of the Four God Nation gave an explanation that silenced the room. It was not that no one had ever entered the Celestial Beast Temple. + +In fact, many promising cultivators had attempted to step inside, driven by ambition and curiosity. The problem was that none of them had returned. Every individual who passed through the temple’s entrance vanished without a trace. + +Their life forces disappeared from the sensing arrays, their spiritual signatures dissolved, and their communication talismans went silent. Even the strongest scouting formations placed at the entrance failed to detect anything once a person walked inside. It was as though the temple itself erased all connection to the outside world. + +Generations of leaders had debated whether the temple held unimaginable treasures or unspeakable dangers. They could only guess. Some believed it was a place designed to test the worthiness of chosen inheritors of the divine beasts. + +Others believed it was a tomb, a relic of ancient battles where remnants of divine powers still lingered. And a few feared that it was a sealed prison for something that should never be released. + +Now, for the first time in recorded history, the Celestial Beast Temple would not be approached by explorers seeking fortune. It would be approached by warriors preparing to face the fate of their world. + +And in one week, those chosen to enter would step into a place from which no one had ever returned. + +Whether they would break that cycle or become part of the temple’s silent history remained to be seen. + +---- + +At this moment, Max was seated deep within the Lower Domain, inside the Tower of Truth. The ancient structure stood silent and unmoving around him, its walls glowing faintly with inscriptions older than most civilizations that had ever risen in Acaris. Max sat cross-legged in the secret meditation chamber of the tower, a room that pulsed with pure, undisturbed spiritual energy. He had just returned from spending several hours in the Dimension of Time, where days passed in moments and contemplation stretched without interruption. As he opened his eyes, a calm yet serious look settled across his face. He knew the time for idle reflection was over. + +"Xolo, come here," Max called softly. + +A gentle sound swept through the room, like wind brushing over still water. + +Whish. + +A golden silhouette materialized before him, taking the form of a tall man with radiant patterns etched along his body. Xolo, the spirit of the Tower of Truth, bowed his head in greeting. His presence had always carried stability and wisdom, something ancient enough to transcend normal understanding. + +"What can I do for you?" Xolo asked, his voice resonating gently through the chamber. + +Max looked at him carefully. "Xolo, the red cloud calamity spreading across the world... you should already be aware of it." His tone grew solemn as he continued. "It is not a natural phenomenon. It is a Devouring Spirit. These spirits move from world to world, consuming everything in their path to satisfy an endless hunger. This one has already marked our planet, and sooner or later it will devour Acaris completely. When that happens, everything will perish, including this tower." + +He paused for a moment before speaking again. "So I was thinking... perhaps I can move you somewhere safer. Maybe another realm, another vessel, or a storage world until we find a solution." + +Xolo remained silent for a moment, as though weighing the gravity of Max’s words. Then he nodded slowly. "I have felt it," he admitted. "The entity you speak of has been pressing against the boundaries of this world for quite some time now. Its presence grows stronger each passing day, and its influence is spreading faster than most mortals can comprehend. If nothing is done, the calamity will devour the entire world without exception." + +Max frowned. "Have you heard of something like this before? Do you know of any method to stop a Devouring Spirit?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1302.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1302.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd7b2c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1302.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1295: Relocating the Tower of Truth" +slug: "ch-1302" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1302 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1111 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Xolo’s golden figure flickered slightly as he searched through memories older than most beings on this planet. "I have heard of such spirits many times while I resided in the Divine Realm," he said. "Once a Devouring Spirit begins consuming a world, it does not stop until the entire realm is reduced to nothing. There is no force that can push it back, no barrier that can contain it, and no formation strong enough to restrain it. They exist to consume, and consumption is their nature." + +He paused, then continued with a distant tone, as if recalling something from a faint story buried deep in time. "There is, however, a rumor. I do not know if it is true or merely a myth whispered among the older spirits. It is said that a spirit capable of taking on a humanoid form holds authority over all lesser spirits. Such a spirit can command, influence, and even restrain other spirits, including those with destructive instincts. In theory, a humanoid spirit could order a Devouring Spirit to stop feeding and ease its hunger. But it is only a rumor, and in all my time I have never seen it proven." + +Max listened intently, feeling an unfamiliar weight settle in his chest. "A humanoid spirit," he repeated quietly. "So rare that even you doubt their existence." + +Xolo nodded. "Humanoid spirits are beyond rare. Their birth is almost impossible. They require perfect conditions, immense power, and a level of spirit evolution that surpasses all known classifications. Even in the Divine Realm they were spoken of as miracles, appearing perhaps once in a million years. Most believed they were only legends. If such a spirit does not exist here, then this world will inevitably fall to the Devouring Spirit. Nothing born in this realm can stop it." + +His voice grew softer, tinged with the sadness of inevitable loss. "Therefore, Max, I do believe that Acaris will be consumed in a very short time unless the impossible occurs. The only beings who have any hope of influencing the Devouring Spirit are those humanoid spirits. And the chances of one existing in this world are almost nonexistent." + +Max fell silent, absorbing every word. + +Xolo’s explanation was clear. + +The threat was real. + +The clock was ticking. + +And the only miracle capable of stopping the Devouring Spirit was something the world had not seen in countless ages. + +"Forget about it, Max." Blob’s voice rose within Max’s mind with a clarity that cut through the silence of the chamber. There was no hesitation in his tone, only a blunt honesty born from ancient knowledge. "You already know what I told you long ago about humanoid spirits. The humanoid form is the final and most difficult state a spirit can ever reach. It is my goal in this lifetime, something I strive toward every moment, but even for me the path is almost impossibly steep. For most spirits, this form remains an unreachable dream." + +Blob continued, speaking with a heaviness that Max rarely heard from him. "A spirit can only become humanoid in two ways. It can either be born directly as a humanoid spirit, which is extraordinarily rare, or it can evolve into one after starting as a lesser spirit. The first method is already close to impossible and the second is far more difficult than the first. The evolution requires perfect conditions, enormous spiritual resources, and a level of enlightenment that takes ages to achieve. None of these conditions exist naturally in this world. There is not a single humanoid spirit on this planet. That means there is no one who can command the Devouring Spirit. This world is doomed, Max. Forget about saving it." + +Max sighed softly as he listened. Blob had never spoken so grimly before, and even though Max wanted to argue, he knew Blob was telling the truth. Some forces in the universe were too far beyond the reach of mortals. Accepting this reality was painful, but necessary.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +He exhaled slowly and turned to Xolo. "So, can this tower be relocated to another place?" he asked. + +"It can," Xolo replied with a nod. "The Tower of Truth is nothing more than a divine instrument capable of existing wherever its owner wishes. I am merely its spirit. Since you hold ownership over the tower, you can move it anywhere you desire. As long as you will it, the tower will follow." + +A wave of relief washed over Max. At the very least, the tower would not be destroyed by the Devouring Spirit. He could preserve it and everything within it. But there was still one question left unanswered. + +"Where do you plan on relocating?" Xolo asked, watching him with calm golden eyes. + +Max took a moment to think. He knew he would need time to ascend to the Divine Realm, and once he reached that level, he would have to search for a safe world where the humans stored in the Life Space Rings could eventually settle. The responsibility weighed heavily on him, yet he did not allow hesitation to show. For now, he needed a temporary refuge for the tower, a place untouched by corruption and chaos. + +"I have a good place for now," Max said finally. + +With that decision made, Max’s figure flickered and vanished from the secret chamber, reappearing at the peak of the Tower of Truth. The wind whispered across the ancient stone as he placed his hand on its surface. + +Using the full authority granted to him as the tower’s master, he willed the structure to move. It responded instantly. The massive tower shimmered, its form dissolving into countless threads of light before vanishing entirely from the Lower Domain. + +In the next moment, it materialized inside the Dimension of Spirit. + +As the tower reappeared within that ethereal realm, Max’s consciousness followed. His awareness drifted into the Dimension of Spirit, and his figure appeared on the soft glowing ground of that inner world. Waiting for him were Blob and Tian, both standing near the newly arrived Tower of Truth. + +Blob floated with a mixture of curiosity and relief, while Tian examined the tower’s presence quietly, sensing its immense power. + +"This is the Tower of Truth," Max said as he stepped forward. "For the time being, it will remain here. This place is stable, and nothing can reach it from outside. The tower will be safe." + +Blob and Tian both nodded, fully understanding the importance of the structure and the need to protect it. With the Devouring Spirit closing in on their original world, the Dimension of Spirit had now become the sanctuary that held their last untouched foothold. + +For now, it would be enough. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1303.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1303.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..353c779 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1303.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1296: The Mysterious Fog" +slug: "ch-1303" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1303 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1048 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A week slipped by quietly, passing faster than anyone expected, and soon the day arrived for the long-awaited expedition into the secret domain of the Four God Nation. At the heart of the nation, an enormous plaza had been prepared exclusively for this moment. + +The sky above was clear and solemn, as though the heavens themselves were waiting to witness what would unfold. The chosen geniuses gathered in full force, each one radiating determination and apprehension. + +Around them stood the leaders of the Four God Nation, the Seven Overlord Forces, and the two great organizations. Their combined presence made the air feel heavy and significant. + +Max stood among them, his expression calm yet deeply aware of the weight carried by this journey. This expedition was no ordinary mission. It could very well be their last step into the unknown before the fate of the world changed forever. None of them knew what would happen once they retrieved the last fragment of Mark’s soul. + +The world might collapse before they returned. The red cloud might swallow everything. Or something even more unimaginable might happen. Whatever the outcome, they were walking into the secret domain with the understanding that this world’s future was balanced on a thread. + +While waiting for the final preparations, Max spent his time conversing with the young geniuses selected to accompany him. These were the most talented individuals the Middle Domain could offer, including Victor, Seraphina, Arthur, Christine, Chris, Daniel, and several others Max had chosen after witnessing their growth in Nullaria. During the conversation, Max learned something new. + +"So the two of you have already been to the secret domain?" Max asked, looking at Victor and Seraphina with interest. + +Victor nodded. "Yes, we entered once during a previous expedition. It was a controlled exploration, guided strictly by elders. They never allowed us anywhere near the central region of the domain, so our knowledge is limited." + +Seraphina added, "The elders only guided us through areas they had already explored and cleared many times. Those outer regions were stable and predictable. We did not encounter any real danger during that trip. It felt more like a guided learning experience than a true expedition." + +Max considered this. "So you are familiar with the outer areas at least. That should help us." + +Victor’s expression shifted as he glanced toward Seraphina. He hesitated briefly before speaking in a more solemn tone. "We did experience something strange, though." + +Max looked at him attentively. "What happened?" + +Victor took a slow breath as if recalling a memory he had pushed down. "It happened when our group reached a valley that the elders had supposedly inspected many times. Everything seemed normal until the environment suddenly changed. One moment we were walking through a foggy valley, the next moment it felt like the entire world shifted. The air became dense, as if gravity had multiplied. We heard a sound echoing through the valley, something like a heartbeat. It was slow and heavy, but every time it beat, the fog pulsed with it." + +Seraphina continued from his words. "The fog thickened so much that even elders with strong perception lost their sense of direction. Our spiritual sense couldn’t extend far, and even our voices felt muffled. It felt as if the valley had turned into a living creature that was breathing around us. The elders became uneasy and tried to guide us out, but the direction kept warping." + +Victor nodded. "For a moment we even saw illusions. The valley appeared to stretch endlessly, as though space itself was bending. Some of us saw shadows watching us from the fog. Others heard whispers that didn’t belong to any living creature. The entire area felt wrong, as if it was actively rejecting our presence." + +Max absorbed their words carefully. The secret domain was already unusual, but this phenomenon suggested something far more ancient and unpredictable. Perhaps the domain itself possessed intelligence, or remnants of divine beast powers lingered within it. Such distortions could only occur if deep spiritual energies or broken laws were present. + +"How did you escape?" Max asked. + +Seraphina answered, "The elders were forced to use a powerful formation that they had prepared exactly for such emergencies. They activated a beacon that tore open a path through the distortion. As soon as the formation activated, the fog reacted aggressively, almost as if resisting the escape. The elders had to expend a lot of power to pull all of us out before the valley closed again. Afterward, they forbade anyone from approaching that area." + +Victor sighed. "That was the only time we felt genuine danger inside the secret domain. It left a deep impression on everyone."𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +Max looked toward the entrance of the soon-to-open domain, his thoughts sharpening. "It seems this place truly holds secrets far beyond what your elders revealed. If the outer regions already possess anomalies like that, then the central region and the Celestial Beast Temple must hide dangers on an entirely different scale." + +Seraphina nodded quietly. "Yes. The temple has always been avoided. Even the elders fear it." + +Max said nothing more, but his gaze grew more focused. The journey ahead would be unlike anything they had ever faced. Whatever strange phenomena existed in the secret domain, they would soon discover it firsthand. + +"Max, there is someone who wishes to meet you urgently," an elder called out as he hurried toward Max. His steps were quick and unsteady, clearly showing that the matter had caught him off guard. Max turned toward him, his brows knitting together slightly. + +He recognized the man as an elder of the Four God Nation, but he had no idea who would seek him out with such urgency on this day of all days. + +"Who?" Max asked, his tone cautious yet calm. + +The elder took a moment to catch his breath before responding. "He says his name is Kevin, and he mentioned that the two of you became friends inside a secret domain some time ago." The elder’s expression twisted with confusion, unable to guess what kind of connection Max might have with someone bearing an unfamiliar name. + +"Kevin?" Max repeated, his expression shifting immediately as a memory resurfaced. He remembered exactly who Kevin was. It was difficult to forget the strange and unsettling experience they shared back then. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1304.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1304.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e2f25e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1304.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1297: An Old Friend?" +slug: "ch-1304" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1304 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Both he and Kevin had been dragged into a bizarre incident in a secret domain, forced into a chamber filled with ominous symbols and mechanisms that none of them understood. + +An unknown entity within that domain had implanted a blood parasite into both of their bodies. The creature clung to their life force, stubborn and vicious, refusing to be removed by any normal means. Max recalled how they had struggled to extract it together, fighting for hours without success. + +Max only managed to rid himself of that parasite because he later went through the body tempering of the Giant Dwarves in the Heavenly Lords Secret Domain. Their unique forging technique purified his body from the inside out, burning away every impurity. + +The parasite, no matter how tenacious it had been, was still considered an impurity in the eyes of that divine tempering, and so it was destroyed and expelled. Max had walked away free and unaffected. + +However, Kevin had not been granted such fortune. He had not gone through the same miraculous tempering. The parasite remained inside him, growing stronger and spreading its influence little by little. Max realized that Kevin must have been fighting it alone all this time, hoping desperately that Max would one day appear again. + +"Take me to him," Max said, stepping away from the group without hesitation. He left Victor, Seraphina, and the others behind as he followed the elder. + +The elder led Max through the bustling streets surrounding the plaza and toward a small inn situated not far from the central district. It was a modest place, quiet and unassuming, clearly chosen by someone who did not wish to draw attention. They arrived at a narrow hallway, and the elder pointed toward a door at the end. + +"He is inside this room," the elder said. "I will wait outside." + +Max nodded. "Stay here and do not let anyone else enter. If something happens, alert no one unless I call for you." His tone left no room for misunderstanding. + +Once the elder stepped aside, Max placed his hand on the door and pushed it open. + +Inside, the room was dim and filled with a faint scent of medicinal herbs. Kevin paced back and forth, anxiety written all over his face. His hands trembled slightly, and dark veins were visible along his arms, a clear sign that the parasite inside him had begun to exert its influence. He looked tormented, torn between fear of rejection and hope that Max would remember him. + +But the moment the door swung open and Max stepped in, Kevin froze. Relief washed over his expression instantly. The fear drained from his eyes, replaced by the fragile hope of someone who had been waiting too long for a single miracle. + +"Max, you have to help me!" Kevin cried the moment his eyes met Max’s. His voice trembled as he fell to his knees, the desperation pouring out of him without restraint. "I have tried. I have tried everything, every method I could find in books, every healing technique anyone recommended. But the parasite will not leave my body. I cannot endure it any longer. Please, Max. Do something. I am begging you. Do something before it kills me." + +The sight before Max was far worse than he expected. Kevin looked drastically thinner, his skin pale and slightly sunken, his breathing uneven. His cultivation, which should have advanced steadily over the years, had stagnated miserably at the first level of the Mythic Rank. + +Even that level seemed unstable, as if the energy within him fluctuated chaotically each time he attempted to breathe. His aura wavered like a candle in the wind, flickering with signs of collapse. The parasite had not only weakened him, it had eaten away at his vitality and spiritual foundation little by little, making survival increasingly difficult. + +Max remained silent for a moment as he observed Kevin. Memories resurfaced—memories of their encounter inside that ancient secret domain where both of them had been forced to endure the horrific implantation of the blood parasite. + +They had fought side by side then, not as friends, but as unwilling allies trapped in the same nightmare. Kevin had once been an enemy and even attempted to kill Max. He belonged to the Void Soul Tower, a force entangled with demonic influence. For all these reasons, Max had originally felt no obligation to help him once they escaped the domain. + +But the sight before him told another story. Kevin was not the cold and arrogant genius he once appeared to be. He was now a man crushed under a burden he was never meant to carry. The parasite was devouring him slowly, torturing him day and night. + +Max understood this suffering well, for he too had endured the same torment until the Giant Dwarves’ tempering freed him. He knew exactly what Kevin was feeling—the helplessness, the fear, the agony of something alien gnawing at his very essence. + +Max sighed quietly. "Sit down on the floor," he said with a calm but firm tone. + +Kevin obeyed instantly, dropping into a seated position without a hint of hesitation. He looked up at Max with trembling eyes, clinging to the faint hope that Max might succeed where he had failed countless times. + +Max extended his hand and activated the White Lotus Ice Essence. Instantly the temperature in the room plummeted. A wave of white mist spread outward from Max’s body, chilling everything it touched. Frost crawled along the walls, across the floor, and up the ceiling. + +The bedsheets stiffened with frozen moisture, and Kevin’s breath turned into visible vapor. Moments later, thin layers of ice enveloped Kevin’s body entirely. His limbs froze in place, and his skin turned pale blue beneath the frost, but Max controlled the Ice Essence with absolute precision. The cold never once touched Kevin’s heart or vital organs. It numbed him just enough to force the parasite into a state of panic. + +The two remained like this for several seconds, the room silent except for the distant crackling of forming ice. + +Then it happened. + +Without warning, a tiny object burst out from Kevin’s right arm. It was no larger than a fingernail, dark red in color with writhing tendrils that twitched violently as it attempted to flee. Kevin gasped faintly, though his frozen state kept him from reacting fully. Max’s Three Dimensional Body detected the parasite the instant it emerged. + +Before the parasite could escape, Max summoned the fourth level of the Space Concept and trapped it within a small confined zone. The parasite struggled wildly, slamming itself against the invisible barrier, but it could not move. + +Max raised his hand, and black flames ignited around his fingertips. The flames coiled like serpents before surging toward the parasite, engulfing it completely. The creature’s high-pitched screech lasted only a fraction of a second before it was reduced to nothing but ash. The parasite that had tortured Kevin for years was finally gone. + +Max released the freezing aura, and the room slowly began to thaw. Kevin collapsed forward, breathing shakily as warmth returned to his limbs. For the first time in years, his aura no longer flickered with corruption. The oppressive weight pressing on his soul had lifted. + +He was free. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1305.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1305.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0022169 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1305.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1298: True Enemy" +slug: "ch-1305" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1305 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1060 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"It’s gone!" Kevin whispered, his voice shaking as he felt the internal stillness where the parasite’s gnawing presence once existed. For a moment he simply stared at his own hands, hardly believing the sensation of freedom coursing through him. The constant burning, the restless agitation, the invasive pressure that had haunted his every breath had vanished completely. He looked up at Max, eyes trembling with raw emotion, and dropped to his knees with overwhelming gratitude. + +"Thank you for saving my life," Kevin said, bowing deeply. There was no pride left in his voice, only sincerity born from years of silent torment. He understood better than anyone that Max owed him nothing. They had never been true allies. In fact, Kevin had once tried to kill Max, and their initial encounters had been filled with hostility. If Max had walked away today, refusing to involve himself, Kevin would have been powerless to change the outcome. He would have died slowly under the parasite’s influence, forgotten by the world and consumed by a curse he never chose. The realization that Max had chosen mercy over indifference struck him deeply. + +Max looked at him for a moment, then spoke with calm authority. "Alright. Just get into the Life Space Ring you are assigned to and rest there. Your body has been weakened for years, and you need time to recover fully." Without waiting for further thanks, Max turned and walked out of the room, leaving Kevin speechless yet hopeful for the first time in a long while. + +After leaving the inn, Max returned to the central plaza where the chosen geniuses and leaders continued preparing for the expedition into the secret domain. The air was filled with tension as formations were checked, artifacts prepared, and protective measures finalized. Max made his way toward the group of elders and eventually stopped before the leader of the Obsidian Order, the enigmatic figure who always wore a tiger mask. The mask concealed his identity completely, but his presence radiated dignity and unshakeable calm. + +"Before we enter the secret domain of the Four God Nation, I want all the Life Space Rings in my hands," Max said, his gaze steady. There was no request in his tone. It was a necessary command born from the urgency of their situation. Only Max could guarantee the safety of the humans stored within those rings once the world began collapsing under the Devouring Spirit’s influence. + +The tiger masked leader nodded without hesitation. "I understand," he replied. "We will finish storing every remaining genius, guard, and elder. Once the last human on this world is secured, I will personally deliver all the Life Space Rings to you. Not a single person will remain outside when we embark on the expedition." + +He paused for a moment, as though recalling something important. "By the way, Miss Freya wanted to speak with you. She said it was urgent and related to your upcoming entry into the secret domain. She has been looking for you." + +"Thanks for letting me know," Max said with a nod. + +He turned away and headed toward the living quarters designated for the Four God Nation’s leaders and honored guests. Freya usually resided in a quiet room at the end of the corridor, a place filled with scrolls, formation diagrams, and artifacts she used to study the ancestral lineages of the divine beasts. Whatever she wished to discuss would undoubtedly carry great importance. + +When Max reached Freya’s room, the door was slightly open, as though she had been expecting him. He knocked lightly on the frame and stepped inside. "I heard you were looking for me," he said quietly. + +Freya lifted her gaze from the scrolls scattered across her desk. Her expression carried a strange mixture of calm and heaviness. She gestured to the chair opposite her. "Sit down." + +Max obeyed, lowering himself into the seat. The atmosphere in the room felt different from their usual conversations. Freya exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing as if she had been holding something in for far too long. + +"I have a feeling this will be the last time we will have a proper talk," Freya said, her voice weighed down by resignation. + +Max nodded once. "It might be." He knew what she meant. They would enter the secret domain soon, retrieve the final fragment of Mark’s soul, and then the real battle would begin. If they defeated Mark, they might not survive the process. If they failed, they would be forced to flee from a dying world. Either way, the chances of sitting calmly to talk again were close to none. + +"Because of that," Freya continued, "I want to tell you something important. Something about our enemies." + +Her tone sharpened at the last word, and Max immediately understood. She was not referring to demons or corrupted forces. She was referring to enemies from the Divine Realm. + +"There are far more forces in the Divine Realm than either of us can imagine," Freya said, her brows drawing together. "But our number one enemy among them is the Elf Race." + +Max remained still, letting her continue. + +Freya’s expression grew darker. "Our mother was once an elf princess. She belonged to a royal bloodline, a lineage so pure and powerful that she was destined to become one of the future pillars of the Elf Race. Her potential was unmatched. She was revered, respected, and heavily guarded. But everything began to change when she met our father." + +Her hands clenched slightly at the memory. "Mother fell in love with him. She wanted to be with him, but the Elven Council refused. To them, a royal-blooded elf forming a bond with a human was unthinkable. It was a humiliation, a disgrace, something that violated their ancient laws. Yet mother did not back down. She chose our father, and she was willing to abandon everything for him." + +Freya paused, struggling to keep her composure. "The Elven Council decided she could not be allowed to keep her status. They used an ancient treasure to strip her of her royal bloodline. They removed her elven powers and even destroyed the very essence of her racial bloodline, forcing her into the body of a human. Then they cast her out as though she had never belonged to them." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. He could imagine the pain and betrayal their mother must have felt. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1306.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1306.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f09562c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1306.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1299: Forces of Divine Realm" +slug: "ch-1306" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1306 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1110 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Freya continued, her voice trembling slightly. "Mother told me once that she willingly gave up everything for father. She claimed she offered her powers, her royal status, and even her race because being with father mattered more to her than anything else. But rumors spread quickly in the Divine Realm. One rumor was that she was forcefully stripped of everything she had, that she was punished severely for loving a human. Regardless of which version was true, the outcome remained the same." + +Her hands tightened further. "In the end, mother became a normal human. Father found her in that weakened state, and together they found a small place to live. They built a life away from the Divine Realm, far from the reach of elves. Then we were born. For a time, they thought happiness had finally arrived."𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +Freya’s eyes locked onto Max. The weight of her next words pressed against her chest. "But when you were born, something unexpected happened. A powerful phenomenon shook the area because the royal bloodline of the Elf Race awakened within your body. The same bloodline that the Elven Council had stripped from mother manifested in you, as if defying their cruelty." + +Max inhaled sharply, the realization sinking deeper than before. + +Freya continued. "Mother and father were horrified. They knew the elves would sense it sooner or later. They tried everything to hide your bloodline. They sealed it, suppressed it, and disguised your aura. For a while, it worked. Life was peaceful. But one day the Elf Race detected it. They came for you. And everything that happened after that... you already know." + +Max’s jaw tightened. His expression turned grim, almost carved from stone. The truth struck harder than any blade. His family had been shattered because of him. The elves had destroyed everything in pursuit of the bloodline he carried. The guilt in his heart twisted painfully, and the hatred he had buried deep ignited once more with scorching intensity. + +"So when you ascend to the Divine Realm, we may not meet each other for a long time," Freya said quietly. Her tone carried a deep solemnity, as if she had been preparing herself for this reality long before today. "Once we leave this world and step into the Divine Realm, everyone will be scattered across different forces, different realms, and different situations. We will not be able to move freely, especially in the beginning. That is why I need you to be careful. Whatever force you choose to join, make sure that they have absolutely no connection to the Elf Race. You must avoid them at all costs." + +Max nodded, already aware of the danger the Elf Race posed. "The force I will be joining is called the Black Dragon Palace," he explained. "I made an agreement with them regarding my ascension, and in return they gave me a spatial anchor that links directly to their realm. When I ascend, I will skip the Ascension Tunnel entirely and appear straight inside their territory. That is why I do not need to wait for the tunnel in Acaris to be repaired." + +Freya’s brows furrowed as the name triggered memories from her time in the Divine Realm. "Black Dragon Palace..." she murmured thoughtfully. "I have heard of them. If my memory serves me correctly, they are a well-known force under the Verdant Sky Realm. The Verdant Sky Realm is famous for housing many bloodline-based powers that descend from Divine Beasts, especially dragons and phoenixes. Your existence will not be treated as unusual there, since your draconic bloodline has already awakened. In fact, it may even benefit you." + +Max tilted his head, genuinely curious. "Are they very strong? The Black Dragon Palace, I mean. How do they compare in the Divine Realm?" + +"Strong, certainly," Freya replied, though her expression remained thoughtful. "But they are not among the absolute peak forces. Their strength lies heavily in their Divine Beast lineages, which makes their individual members extremely powerful. However, their reliance on such rare bloodlines also limits their numbers. They do not possess the vast armies or overwhelming influence that the highest-ranking forces maintain. Because of that, they are considered a step below the top forces of the Divine Realm. Still, they are respected and feared, and they have produced several legendary figures." + +She leaned back slightly, as if calculating their odds of staying connected once they entered the higher world. "It is good that you told me the realm you will ascend to. Verdant Sky Realm is not one of the dangerous territories controlled by the Elf Race, so you should be safe there for a time. If fate allows and I gain enough strength and freedom after my own ascension, I will come find you. I cannot promise when, but I will not disappear from your life forever." + +For a brief moment, her gaze softened in a way that only family could inspire. The weight of everything they had endured together seemed to pass between them. + +Max nodded slowly, feeling the quiet determination behind her words. Despite the chaos awaiting them, despite the uncertainty of the Divine Realm, despite the enemies that existed beyond mortality, they both held onto a small thread of hope. + +A thread strong enough to pull them together again someday. + +"By the way, what do you plan to do with all the humans stored in the Life Space Rings?" Freya asked suddenly. Her tone carried genuine concern. She knew Max had been thinking far ahead, planning for the future of every living person from Acaris, yet she also understood how difficult such a responsibility truly was. + +Max answered without hesitation. "After I ascend and establish myself in the Divine Realm, I will search for an uninhabited planet. Once I find one, I will release everyone and help them turn that world into their new home." His voice carried steady confidence. In his mind, this was the most practical path. A place without existing civilizations, politics, or hostile forces would give humanity a clean slate to rebuild their lives. + +Freya nodded approvingly. "A good plan," she said. "But I would still advise you to ask a trustworthy elder in the Divine Realm to help you find a mortal world specifically, not just any uninhabited planet. All the humans you are carrying with you are still beings at the Divine Rank, a rank meant for mortals. If you place them directly inside a Divine Realm world, the pressure of the realm will crush them. They will die before they even take a step." + +Max frowned, confused. "What do you mean they would die from pressure? Why would the Divine Realm itself harm them?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1307.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1307.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4f1ad4c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1307.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1300: Into the Secret Chamber" +slug: "ch-1307" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1307 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1209 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Freya exhaled slowly, preparing herself to explain something most mortals never learned until it was too late. "The Divine Realm is not like this world, Max. The very fabric of its reality is constructed from divine energy. Every inch of its land, every breath of its air, every pulse of its atmosphere contains laws and pressure that are many times heavier and more refined than anything you have experienced here. Mortals or low-ranked beings cannot withstand it. Even someone at the peak of the Divine Rank would feel immense pressure on their bones and soul the moment they arrive. Ordinary people would be crushed instantly." + +She continued, her voice firm and clear. "This is why mortal civilizations are usually confined to mortal realms. Their bodies and souls are aligned with mortal laws. They grow, fight, and evolve under the structure of those laws. When a being ascends, they undergo a transformation that allows their body to adapt to the Divine Realm’s laws. Without that transformation, the very existence of that realm becomes lethal. Imagine the difference between walking on grass and walking through a storm of swords. The pressure of the Divine Realm is like standing inside a world where gravity, laws, and spiritual density are all stacked against those who are unprepared." + +Freya leaned forward slightly, emphasizing her next words. "You are an exception because your body has been tempered repeatedly. The Heavenly Lords Secret Domain, the Giant Dwarves’ forging, your divine veins, your concepts, and your countless battles have shaped you into someone whose body is already capable of adapting to divine pressure. But the others have not undergone anything like that. They are still Divine Rank cultivators born and raised under mortal laws. If you release them into a Divine Realm world, they will collapse immediately." + +Max listened closely, absorbing each detail. The realization sank in deeper than he expected. He knew the Divine Realm was powerful and dangerous, but hearing Freya describe its fundamental structure made him understand how alien it truly was. + +"So unless they ascend naturally through an Ascension Tunnel," Freya added softly, "they must be placed in a mortal world. Only then can they survive and live normal lives." + +Max nodded slowly, finally grasping the gravity of the situation. He had been carrying the responsibility of an entire race, but now he realized the road ahead was far more complicated. + +He could save their lives by storing them in the rings. + +But choosing the right world to release them in... + +Would decide whether they lived or died. + +After spending more time discussing the dangers of the Divine Realm, Freya’s concerns, and everything they feared and hoped for, Max finally left her room. + +His mind was heavy, not with uncertainty about himself, but with the enormous responsibility he carried for every life sealed inside the Life Space Rings. As he walked through the halls of the Four God Nation’s headquarters, he found Alice waiting in a quiet corner, as though she sensed the weight on his heart before he even spoke. + +Max approached her and explained everything in detail. He told her about Freya’s warning, the impossibility of placing mortals directly into the Divine Realm, the crushing pressure that would annihilate them instantly, and his obligation to find a new mortal world somewhere across the realms. + +He spoke about Freya’s interpretation of the Divine Realm’s laws, and the complications that came with bearing an entire race’s survival on his shoulders. Alice listened to every word with gentle patience. + +When Max finished, Alice offered a small, soft smile. "It doesn’t matter where the new home is," she said. "A home is a home. If it keeps everyone safe and allows them to live without fear of demons or calamities, then any world is good enough. Whether it lies in the mortal realm or the Divine Realm does not matter. What matters is that they will be able to live freely." Her voice and expression carried warmth and conviction, easing some of the tension inside him. + +At the same time, Alice also revealed something that caused Max’s heart to tighten. "When I reach the peak of the Divine Rank, I will ascend," she said with determination. "And when that happens, the first thing I will do is search for you in the Divine Realm." + +Max felt both pride and fear at her words. He admired her courage, her desire to stay by his side even across worlds, but the Divine Realm was not a place where one could travel freely or safely. He knew how difficult it would be for her to navigate its dangers alone. + +He wanted to tell her to stay, to live peacefully in whatever world he created for humanity, but he could not bring himself to extinguish her excitement. He saw the brightness in her eyes, the hope she placed in the idea of reuniting with him, and he did not have the heart to deny her that dream. So he simply nodded, choosing to silently trust her resolve. + +Later that day, the atmosphere in the Four God Nation grew heavy with anticipation. Everyone who had been chosen for the expedition gathered before the entrance to the secret chamber, the only pathway into the secret domain. + +Elders, leaders, squad geniuses, and several specially chosen prodigies stood together, forming a group unlike any assembled before. A faint ripple of spiritual energy pulsed from the stone doorway as ancient mechanisms awakened. + +At this moment, Max held all the Life Space Rings in his possession. Every human in Acaris—every elder, warrior, child, and commoner—had been sealed inside those rings. Only those who would enter the secret domain remained outside. The world had become a quiet shell, emptied of life except for this final gathering. + +Max looked at the young geniuses, his gaze sweeping over Victor, Seraphina, Arthur, Daniel, Christine, Chris, and the others he personally chose. Then he looked at the leaders who were prepared to risk their lives as well. "I am warning you all," Max said, his tone serious and commanding. "We do not know what we will encounter inside the Celestial Beast Temple. There may be things that can kill you instantly. There may be illusions or formations that tear your body apart. Some of you may lose limbs. Some of you may lose your lives. If anyone feels uncertain, if anyone does not think they can withstand the risks, speak up now. I will place you inside the Life Space Rings where you will be safe." + +No one responded. Not a single person stepped back. Every young genius, every leader, every chosen warrior kept their eyes forward. Their determination filled the air with a silent pressure. They had already made their decision. There was no turning back. + +Max nodded slowly. "Good," he said. "Let’s go in." + +He stepped forward and took the lead into the secret chamber. Freya and Lucien followed closely behind him, their steps steady and unshakeable. One by one, the rest of the group entered the chamber, leaving the mortal world behind as the ancient doors sealed shut. + +Ahead of them lay the secret domain. + +And deeper within that domain awaited the Celestial Beast Temple, a place where countless before them had vanished without leaving a trace. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1308.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1308.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c2e1941 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1308.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1301: A Strange World" +slug: "ch-1308" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1308 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1444 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The secret chamber narrowed into a dim stone passage barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. The walls pressed in on both sides, rough and cold, marked by age and streaked with faint traces of energy that shimmered like dust caught in moonlight. + +Max walked at the front, his senses with Three Dimensional Body spread out in every direction, ensuring that nothing unexpected approached them from deeper inside. + +The others followed in silence, their footsteps echoing softly against the cramped stone corridor. The further they walked, the more the air seemed to grow colder, as if the cave itself remembered every person who had ever passed through and carried the weight of that memory. + +They walked for several minutes in this narrow space before Freya finally sighed. "How long is this cave supposed to be?" she asked, glancing upward even though the ceiling was too low to offer comfort. She sounded more curious than impatient, yet there was also a tension in her tone that revealed how much she disliked confined places. + +Victor, who had traveled this path twice before, answered with a small smile. "It is not that long. We should be approaching the other end by now. The size is meant to deceive newcomers into thinking they may be walking endlessly, but the distance is fixed." + +The moment his words left his mouth, Max sensed a subtle shift in the flow of qi ahead of them. The cave widened, and a faint glow seeped into the corridor from around a bend. A few steps later, the group emerged before a structure that looked nothing like the rough walls behind them. It was a door. + +Not a simple or ordinary one, but a structure carved with profound artistry. Its giant surface displayed four enormous mythical beasts: a dragon with coiling spirals of power running through its scales, a phoenix with wings raised in fiery elegance, a white tiger poised as if leaping forward, and a tortoise whose shell bore subtle patterns of mountains and oceans. + +The carvings looked both ancient and alive, as though they could awaken at any moment. + +Freya stepped closer and ran her fingers lightly along the phoenix engraving, sensing a faint pulse of ancestral energy. "This is more than a gate," she said quietly. "It is a seal formed from the combined will of the Four Divine Beasts. Anyone without the corresponding bloodlines would never even lay a finger on the true realm beyond it. Only descendants blessed with the purest threads of dragon, phoenix, tiger, and tortoise can command this seal to open. It is a method used only by ancient forces who fear that their knowledge may fall into the hands of outsiders." + +Victor nodded. "Exactly. The door is a safeguard. Even if someone discovered this place or forced their way through the first chamber, the entrance would remain sealed forever unless the leaders of the Four God Nation activated it. The bloodline requirement is strict and unforgiving. If there is even the slightest impurity or hesitation in the activation of their blood power, the door will not open." + +Max stepped aside and gestured toward the leaders—Alexander, Aden and the two others beside him. "It is your turn." + +The four leaders nodded solemnly. Each stepped forward and placed a hand on the door. Their palms began to glow softly. Alexander’s palm shone with azure light, Aden’s with a golden flame, the white tiger descendant released silver luminescence, and the tortoise descendant channeled a deep earthy glow. Their bloodline powers flowed into the engravings. + +The beasts glowed to life. + +The carved dragon’s eyes lit up with brilliant sapphire radiance. The phoenix’s wings ignited with crimson and gold. The white tiger shimmered with silver brilliance. The tortoise’s shell responded with deep emerald waves. The entire door pulsed as if awakening from a slumber spanning countless centuries. + +Then, without a sound of cracking stone or grinding metal, the door dissolved. It vanished like mist blown away by the wind, leaving no trace behind, as though it had never existed in the first place. + +A vast world appeared before them. + +An endless landscape stretched across the horizon: towering mountains adorned with streams of glowing rivers, forests filled with spiritual mist, skies painted with shifting colors as though the heavens themselves were layered with hidden formations. + +Even from the threshold, they felt an ancient aura washing over them, a mixture of serenity and danger that could only belong to a place shaped by divine beasts. + +Victor gazed at the world and whispered, "The secret domain truly has changed since the last time we entered. The aura is heavier now. Something deeper inside is stirring." + +Max nodded slowly. They all felt it. This was not merely a hidden world. It was a realm forged from the legacy of four divine beings, a place where heaven and earth had been shaped according to their will. + +And somewhere within this realm waited the Celestial Beast Temple. The temple that no one had ever returned from. + +The expedition into the domain had officially begun. + +"I will take the lead," Max said as he stepped forward, his figure crossing the threshold into the strange realm. The moment his foot landed on the other side, the world around him shifted with a sensation that felt both weightless and disorienting. + +It was as if he had walked through a thin veil of space that separated reality from something entirely foreign. When the dizziness faded, Max lifted his gaze and found himself standing beneath a sky unlike anything he had ever seen. + +The heavens were filled with twinkling stars scattered across an expanse of deep violet and muted purple. It resembled a night sky at first glance, but there was no darkness in it. Instead, the light seemed to bleed softly across the firmament, creating a surreal glow that wrapped the entire world in an otherworldly luminance. + +Some stars shimmered like distant lanterns, while others pulsed faintly as though they were alive and breathing. The sky felt ancient and boundless, yet strangely intimate, as though it were watching every step taken by the intruders. + +Max lowered his gaze to examine the terrain beneath his feet and immediately understood why the air around him carried such a disquieting stillness. The ground was not truly ground. Instead, he stood on a narrow stone path formed from smooth tiles that emitted a faint silver radiance. + +These paths branched into dozens of directions, each one curving away into the distance like veins of a colossal celestial being. The paths extended forward, backward, sideways and diagonally, weaving an intricate network that resembled an enormous labyrinth suspended in the air. + +Outside these stone pathways there was nothing. No land, no soil, no mountains, no forests. Beyond the edges of each path stretched a vast and endless void. It was a silent abyss, a chasm with no visible bottom and no discernible depth. + +A faint mist drifted across it at intervals, but even the mist seemed to fall endlessly once it drifted past the edge. Max realized that a single misstep would send anyone plunging into that emptiness where even sound would fail to follow. + +Freya stepped through the doorway behind him and drew a sharp breath. Her eyes widened as she stared at the void stretching out on either side. "This place feels...different," she said quietly while trying not to look too long into the abyss. "It feels like a world that was never meant to be walked by mortals." + +Lucien came next, his expression carrying a mixture of caution and curiosity. He crouched briefly to touch the stone path beneath them and murmured, "These paths are shaped by powerful spatial laws. It is as if the divine beasts carved safe routes into a realm that was naturally unstable. Every step outside these paths may lead to complete erasure." + +Victor and Seraphina arrived shortly after, followed by the other geniuses. Each of them reacted differently. Some were filled with awe. Some swallowed nervously. Others stared at the void as though trying to understand its nature.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +Even the most courageous among them felt a flicker of dread. The stone paths were narrow and firm, yet every instinct warned them that the slightest mistake would mean certain doom. + +Max took a slow breath as he observed the entire landscape. The paths ahead glowed faintly, almost as if they were calling to him, guiding him toward something waiting in the depths of this strange world. + +He stepped forward once more, testing the stability of the path, and found that it held firm beneath his weight. It felt solid and trustworthy despite the abyss surrounding it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1309.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1309.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e349eaf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1309.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1302: All Paths leads to Same END" +slug: "ch-1309" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1309 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1083 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Victor, Seraphina, talk fast. What do you know about these paths and the situation we are in?" Max asked without taking his eyes off the vast network of stone routes stretching into the shimmering horizon. Before they started walking these paths, he wanted to know where these paths leads to. + +Victor stepped forward and examined the branching paths with a cautious expression. He spoke slowly, choosing his words with care. "These paths lead to many different areas scattered throughout the secret domain. Each road branches out in ways that appear random, yet they all possess an underlying purpose. When we first entered this place during our previous expedition, the elders guided us through several of them. Some led to abandoned ruins. Some led to small trial grounds. Some led to places filled with harmless illusions. Some even led to quiet regions where nothing existed except empty stone platforms suspended in the same void you see around us." + +He continued while pointing toward the far distance where several paths intertwined like threads of light. "But no matter which route we took or how far we traveled along a particular direction, the endings were always the same. Every path eventually circled back or converged at a single destination. It did not matter if that path seemed long or short or if it appeared straightforward or misleading. They all ended at the entrance of the Celestial Beast Temple." + +Seraphina nodded and added softly, "It was almost intentional. As if the creators of this place wanted anyone who entered the secret domain to eventually reach the temple. Even when the elders tried to explore the outer regions or test whether these roads could be disrupted, the paths remained firm and guided us without fail." + +Victor glanced around the vast realm, his gaze moving from one stone bridge to another. "These paths were not built for exploration. They are guiding lines. They exist to funnel every intruder toward the temple. It feels like a design that cannot be resisted or ignored. Even now, if we attempt to follow the longest route or try to circle around to another region, we will still be forced to walk in the direction the realm wants us to walk." + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly as he absorbed Victor’s explanation. The idea that the entire domain existed solely to lead them toward the Celestial Beast Temple created a sense of inevitability. + +It was as though stepping into this world had already set their fates in motion. A quiet breeze passed over the stone path, carrying with it a faint shimmer of starlight from the purple sky above, and the void beyond the path seemed to wait silently as if acknowledging their next step. + +"So in the end," Max said after a moment of thought, "no matter what freedom we think we have here, our destination has already been chosen for us." + +Victor nodded. "Yes. Everything in this domain pushes us toward the temple. Whether intentionally or not, these paths make it clear that the only way forward is through that final entrance." + +Max looked ahead at the countless glowing paths that stretched into the unknown and felt the weight of the journey settle over him. The Celestial Beast Temple stood at the end of all things here, and whatever awaited them inside would not allow hesitation. + +"Then we move forward," Max said with calm certainty as he stepped onto the next stretch of the stone road. The faint violet glow beneath their feet pulsed gently, almost like an unseen heartbeat guiding each person forward. + +The others followed behind him in a tight formation, their expressions steady yet tense as the atmosphere around them grew heavier. Although the paths appeared calm, the strange world carried an unsettling stillness that made even the quietest sound echo unnaturally far. + +Victor walked at Max’s side and continued speaking without lowering his guard. "We have not faced many dangers on these paths before. Most of the earlier regions were uneventful when we came with the elders, at least when we stayed close to the designated routes. That being said, it would be foolish to relax. The elders never allowed us to walk alone, and they avoided several areas entirely. Be on guard just to be safe. The paths change when different groups enter." + +He added. "Do you want the guide who had been leading us in these paths for many years to lead us here?" + +Max thought for a moment and said. "That I have already planned but not now. Let’s reach the first area and form there on he would take the lead." + +"That is good as well." Victor said. + +Max nodded silently and continued forward. The stone path widened gradually and revealed a circular platform ahead. It was the first major area on their journey. What awaited them seemed peaceful at first. + +The stone floor was intact and no enemies or beasts could be seen. Yet the moment Max stepped onto the platform, the temperature changed with unnatural speed. A rising heat rolled through the air, and the purple sky above flickered with streaks of orange light. Before anyone could speak, faint cracks formed in the walls of the platform as if something had been sealed inside for ages and had just awakened. + +A deep, lingering screech echoed through the region. It came from above and from below, from every direction at once. Immediately after, the cracks in the stone ceiling exploded outward, and from within them burst thousands of flaming bats. + +Their wings carried trails of fire. Their eyes burned with an eerie orange light. The air vibrated with their shrill cries as the swarm descended toward the group like a living firestorm. + +Max lifted his sword slightly, but before he could act, one of the figures moved forward. Seraphina of Phoenix God Nation, spread her arms wide and released a powerful wave of flame aura. Her aura surged outward, forming a protective barrier in the shape of a translucent white dome. + +The bats slammed into it repeatedly, creating ripples upon the shield’s surface. Some of the bats exploded on impact, scattering sparks of fire across the barrier. The sound grew louder and sharper as thousands of wings beat against the dome, attempting to shatter it with raw numbers alone. + +She gritted her teeth. "There are too many of them. I can hold this barrier, but not for long. These bats are born from flame essence. They will overwhelm the dome if given enough time." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-131.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-131.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8cb2b52 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-131.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 131: Getting Results" +slug: "ch-131" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 131 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1242 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"What are you laughing for?" Nathan growled. + +Alex smiled, his face full of sneer. "I’m laughing at your ignorance," he said, his tone mocking. "What makes you think he hasn’t mastered an aura? He’s been pacing halfway up the monolith at such a fast pace; obviously, he had some advantage, and that advantage is the benefit of already comprehending aura." + +Everyone from the other regions was shocked. Princess Aveline, Evlin, Mikale, Nathan, and Tom all wore expressions of shock. They hadn’t imagined this at all, but now that they thought about it, it made sense that Max was surpassing them in the monolith since he had already comprehended an aura. + +But to comprehend an aura so early in their lives, at level 4 of Apprentice Rank, was unheard of. That was why they had never expected Max to have already comprehended an aura. It was simply impossible for someone to comprehend an aura at the Apprentice Rank—or at least, they had never heard of anyone who had done so. + +Even the geniuses at the very top usually comprehend their aura early in their lives, but at the early levels of the Adept Rank. + +"Is that truly the reason he was faster than us and surpassed us?" Princess Aveline muttered to herself. + +Evlin’s face was incredibly dark at the moment. She couldn’t believe such a genius had appeared in the East Region. Her eyes turned sharp as she glanced at Nathan, her thoughts unknown. + +"Hahaha, what happened? Where did all the arrogance go? Where did the confidence of being the top geniuses of your regions disappear?" one of the masked men laughed uproariously. He was called Dean. + +His brother, Sam, glanced at the shocked faces of Nathan and the other geniuses and sneered. "I’ve already said you’re nothing in front of Max. Calling geniuses from the East Region trash while being left behind by a genius from that region. What an irony." + +Nathan glared at Sam and Dean, his expression turning cruel. "So what if he’s mastered a level 1 aura? It doesn’t mean anything here. With his level 4 Apprentice Rank strength, he’s as good as dead when facing me." + +He added sinisterly, "Therefore, keep that in mind. When he comes down, I’ll kill him, along with everyone from the East Region." + +"Dreaming in broad daylight is insane," Sam mocked Nathan. They knew about Max’s strength beforehand; they had seen him battle against Veylin. They understood his true strength. + +Moreover, they had been ’carefully’ asked to be ’good friends’ with Max, so whatever the case, they had to take his side, whether they liked it or not. + +Dean glanced at Sam. "Don’t badmouth a fool, brother," he said, smiling, as he pointed toward the monolith. "He crossed the 550-meter mark." + +Everyone turned their heads again, only to see Max at the 551-meter mark. They were once again surprised that he was still going strong. + +"Look, he slowed down after reaching the 550-meter mark," Nathan said, grinning. "I was wrong again, but that doesn’t matter. He won’t go any higher." + +Sam and Dean exchanged glances, wondering if this was Max’s limit. + +"I think that’s as far as he should go," Tom said. Of the two brothers, he was the one who rarely conversed with others, but he was also the strong one. + +Evlin’s eyes focused on Max, her face solemn. "Then why isn’t he coming down?" she asked. + +Princess Aveline frowned. "Does he think he can ascend to the 600-meter mark?" she wondered aloud. + +"No!" Nathan directly refused. "I refuse to believe that he can ascend to the 600-meter mark." + +"Hahaha," Sam laughed. "Your words don’t have weight, I guess, because everything you’ve mentioned has happened the opposite of what you said." + +Tom’s eyes narrowed at Sam and Dean. "You’re provoking the wrong person. Once he gets mad, even I can’t stop him." + +"Pfff!" Sam broke into laughter, turning to Dean. "Brother, are we provoking Nathan?" + +Dean shrugged. "Brother, what are you talking about? You’re just stating a truth." + +He added, glancing at Tom and Nathan, "And even if you are provoking them, does it matter?" + +"Hahaha, true," Sam sneered. "It doesn’t matter at all." + +Nathan gripped his fists tightly, about to lose control. + +--- + +As this was happening, Max was undergoing a strange transformation. Stay updated through freewebnovel + +After reaching the 500-meter mark, he experienced a different side of the monolith. At this stage, the pressure acting upon him turned up, but that didn’t mean he was free to ascend to the top. + +No, it was worse. Instead of pressure, the second stage of the monolith was made up of auras. Many different types of auras, different elemental auras, merged together into one, acting upon him like an amalgamation of all the auras. + +The pressure from these auras was on another level compared to the normal pressure he had been facing since the 500-meter mark. + +This new pressure was the purest form of all the auras mixed together, and therefore more powerful and more deadly than anything he had faced in the monolith so far. And he was only halfway up the monolith. + +Despite that, Max saw this pressure as an opportunity. + +The pressure at 550 meters was the most he could handle without using any auras, relying only on his understanding of what he had learned so far in the monolith. + +Because of that, he believed that this was the best stage to slowly increase his Fusion State of Sword and Flame. Only under overwhelming pressure could he break past his limits and reach a new horizon. + +And that was what he had been doing since he paused ascending the monolith. + +Others might not have noticed, but if someone were to observe Max from above—like the blob of slime floating silently, its curious gaze fixed on him—they would see an extraordinary phenomenon. + +Max’s hand radiated a vivid red and blue hue, the two colors intertwined yet battling for dominance. Deadly intent emanated from his hand, suffusing the air around him with an aura that felt both sharp and searing. + +’I’m close,’ Max thought, his breathing shallow but steady. His mind was laser-focused, consumed entirely by the intricate dance of the Sword and Flame Auras in his hand. + +Everything else—the towering monolith, the chaotic storm of auras pressing down on him, the mocking voices of those below—faded into insignificance. + +The only thing that remained was the sensation. The overwhelming cluster of auras bearing down on his body served as his guide. Every nerve in his body screamed under the pressure, yet he stood firm, unmoving, as if rooted to the very essence of the monolith itself. + +His focus sharpened further, honing in on the delicate interplay of energies coursing through his hand. The memory of the crushing pressure he endured earlier surfaced in his mind, and he sought to replicate it—not just its weight but its essence. + +The way the auras merged and collided, creating something greater and more complex than the sum of their parts. + +As he did that, the red and blue glow began to pulsate wildly, but he forced himself to continue, slowly but steadily. + +[Fusion State is increased to 4%] + +[Fusion State is increased to 6%] + +[Fusion State is increased to 7%] + +... + +Max ignored the notifications ringing in his head as he focused his attention on his hand. + +It wasn’t until a full minute passed that he came to a stop. + +[Fusion State is increased to 15%] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1310.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1310.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8321ca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1310.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1303: The First Inheritance Ground" +slug: "ch-1310" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1310 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1370 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max prepared to move, but another figure stepped ahead before he could take action. Aden lifted his hand, and golden flames spiraled around his arm. The fire he summoned was pure, radiant, and far stronger than the flames carried by the bats. He drew in a deep breath, gathering his strength, and then swung his arm in a grand sweeping arc. + +A wave of golden fire surged forward in a wide formation. The moment it touched the flaming bats, the weaker flames on their bodies were extinguished instantly. The bats dissolved into particles of glowing dust, and the golden flames continued to spread across the sky. + +The fire wave expanded until it covered nearly the entire visible swarm. Within seconds, thousands of bats burned away silently, leaving nothing but drifting golden embers that slowly faded into the void. + +Seraphina lowered her barrier and exhaled heavily. "Your fire really is on a different level," she said while shaking his head in relief. "These creatures were numerous, but they were still born from common flame essence. Your golden flame devoured them completely." + +Aden extinguished the golden fire from his hand and stepped back into formation. "This area was not a place to rest. It was a nest. Those cracks were hiding their eggs, and the warmth of our presence must have awakened them. If we had walked through without caution, they would have swarmed us before we even realized what was happening." + +Max surveyed the area once more. The stone platform was covered with burnt remains of melted eggshells and fading sparks of golden light. Nothing else moved. The entire region had fallen silent again, but the silence felt heavier than before. + +"We cannot underestimate anything here," Max said quietly as he turned toward the next set of paths stretching into the violet horizon. "If the first area is already filled with creatures of this scale, then the deeper regions will not remain calm. Prepare yourselves. This place was built to test the bloodlines of divine beasts. We should expect challenges at every step." + +As the group prepared to move deeper along the branching stone paths, Max turned toward the elder who had served as the designated guide for the Four God Nation during previous expeditions. + +"You take the lead," Max said calmly. + +The elder looked surprised for a moment. "Lord Max, with your abilities, especially your ability to perceive danger from afar, I assumed you would prefer to lead personally." + +Max shook his head. "My ability allows me to sense threats, but sensing danger and knowing how this realm behaves are not the same thing. You have walked this place many times. You understand which areas are illusions, which paths loop endlessly, and which regions hide creatures that cannot be provoked. Familiarity with the land is a different form of power." + +The elder lowered his head slightly in acknowledgment. "I have indeed guided the geniuses of the Four God Nation through these routes for many years. Although the realm changes from time to time, its temperament remains similar. I can recognize the places where danger sleeps and the places that invite unnecessary trouble." + +"Exactly," Max replied, allowing a faint smile to appear. "So we follow you. It is better to trust the one who has walked these paths than to assume we can force our way through everything we encounter." + +Freya nodded beside him. "Max is right. Even the strongest warrior can fall into a trap if he does not understand the terrain. We should rely on the guide’s experience. Our strength will come into play when we reach the inheritance grounds." + +The guide straightened his robe and bowed. "Very well. I will lead with utmost caution. Every step here must be taken carefully. Many regions that appear harmless are actually forbidden zones. If we wander too close, we may provoke creatures that should never be awakened." + +Max gestured with his hand toward the stretch of glowing stone ahead. "Then show us the path." + +The guide stepped forward and began to walk with careful strides, his eyes scanning the space around them with the familiarity of someone who knew the hidden rules of this world. Max followed behind him in silence, trusting the elder to navigate the endless maze of paths suspended in the violet sky. + +As they continued, the group began to understand Max’s decision. They passed regions that looked strangely calm but pulsed with hidden danger. They avoided areas where faint mist drifted, which the guide explained was capable of corroding a cultivator’s soul. + +They skirted the edges of zones where distant echoes indicated powerful beasts sleeping in the void. Every decision the guide made ensured that the group fell into no unnecessary conflict. + +Max’s decision proved to be the correct one. The guide from the Four God Nation, an elder who had walked these paths many times and possessed countless years of accumulated experience, stepped ahead of the group and began directing them through the maze-like stone routes. + +Although Max possessed the Three Dimensional Body and could sense danger approaching from far distances, he still understood one truth. In a world shaped by divine beasts and constructed with ancient mechanisms, instincts alone could not replace the familiarity of someone who had traveled these paths repeatedly. + +The guide knew which shimmering cracks in the void were harmless illusions and which ones concealed lurking creatures. He also knew the regions where the air seemed silent yet hid hidden domains packed with deadly traps. + +Therefore Max allowed him to take the lead while he himself observed everything quietly from behind. + +As they journeyed forward, the group passed through several regions that appeared calm on the surface. Yet under the guide’s warnings they never set foot inside. Some areas were filled with strange drifting crystals that sparkled beautifully in the air.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +According to the guide, those were fragments left behind by collapsed spatial cages that had devoured explorers in the past. Other regions carried gentle white mist that looked harmless but would slowly corrode a cultivator’s soul if one breathed it even once. + +Max sensed danger from such places from afar, but the guide’s experience allowed them to avoid the trouble entirely without risking unnecessary engagement. + +There were also parts of the secret domain where distant roars echoed from the void. The path beneath their feet trembled faintly whenever those sounds appeared. The guide explained that those regions were nests of colossal beasts that never left their territory yet attacked anything within their sound radius. + +By avoiding the echoing zones and taking alternate routes, the group passed by without waking the dormant creatures. Max silently acknowledged that, even with all his abilities, he would have spent far more time testing and investigating such areas without the guide’s local knowledge. His decision to follow the guide gave the group a smooth and efficient passage through territory that would have otherwise slowed them considerably. + +Eventually the surrounding space began to shift. The violet sky deepened in color, gaining faint white streaks that resembled enormous claw marks stretching across the heavens. The stone path widened and brightened, revealing markings of ancient white tiger patterns carved deep into its surface. + +A low but powerful pressure filled the air, causing the hearts of every cultivator present to tighten instinctively. It was not a killing pressure. Instead, it felt like the natural presence of a powerful beast watching them from every direction. + +The guide paused and pointed forward respectfully. "We have arrived at the first inheritance ground of the Four God Nation. This is the White Tiger Inheritance Ground. Only those who possess a firm heart, sharp will and battle intent worthy of a white tiger bloodline should step inside." + +Max looked across the vast expanse before them. It was a large open arena of white stone. Massive statues of white tigers stood at the four corners, each one carved with such precision that their gazes seemed alive. + +The sky above shimmered with faint silver light, and the air hummed with a subtle yet fierce energy. The legacy of the White Tiger divine beast lingered here in an ancient but unyielding form, and anyone who dared to step into this ground would feel its gaze judging their worth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1311.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1311.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..98cbf41 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1311.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1304: Majestic Temple" +slug: "ch-1311" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1311 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1120 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"We won’t be going to any of these inheritance grounds," Max said evenly, his voice carrying quiet authority. "Our goal is only the Celestial Beast Temple, and so we are moving forward." + +The others behind him nodded without hesitation. The inheritance grounds were powerful, but without the corresponding bloodlines, any gains would be limited at best and dangerous at worst. There was no reason to waste time here when their true objective lay ahead. + +With that decision made, the elder once again took charge, stepping forward and leading them onward. The final stretch of the journey tested everyone’s endurance. The terrain grew increasingly unstable, the pressure more intense, and the threats more frequent. + +The elder’s familiarity with the flow of this world allowed him to sense subtle changes in the air and shifts in spatial pressure that would have gone unnoticed by those who had never walked these routes before. + +Because of this, their progress was steady and controlled, and although the domain itself remained oppressive and unsettling, they did not fall into any lethal traps or sealed killing zones that had claimed countless lives in the past. + +That did not mean their journey was without resistance. As they advanced deeper into the domain, several flocks of flying beasts descended upon them from the violet skies above. These creatures resembled warped birds forged from hardened energy, their wings sharp enough to tear through stone and their cries capable of disrupting one’s concentration. Each time they attacked, Max and the others responded immediately. + +Max’s sword flashes tore through the air with clean precision, while Lucien and the squad leaders unleashed coordinated attacks that wiped out the beasts before they could surround the group. The battles were brief and decisive, serving more as reminders that the domain itself was alive and hostile rather than genuine threats to their progress. + +Using this approach, they continued onward, advancing layer by layer through the ancient region. Soon, the inheritance ground of the Phoenix came into view. Vast fields of scorched earth stretched endlessly, with traces of crimson flames still dancing faintly in the air, as if the fire of the Phoenix refused to die even after countless years. + +The oppressive heat weighed heavily on everyone, forcing sweat to bead on brows and spiritual energy to circulate faster just to endure the environment. They did not stop. The elder guided them around the core of the inheritance ground, avoiding zones where the pressure surged violently, and they passed through without incident. + +Not long after, the inheritance ground of the Azure Dragon appeared ahead. Towering mountain ridges coiled across the land like the body of a sleeping dragon, and streaks of azure lightning crawled along the sky and ground alike. + +The roar of thunder never ceased here, shaking the bones of those who heard it. Several times, arcs of lightning struck dangerously close to the group, forcing everyone to remain alert and responsive. + +Max took the lead in dispersing the more violent surges of lightning, slicing through them with controlled precision so the group could move safely. Though exhausting, they pushed through, step by step, leaving the draconic domain behind them. + +Later still, they skirted the Black Tortoise Inheritance Ground, a place of overwhelming heaviness where the pressure alone could crush the unprepared. Each of these regions radiated immense power, yet the group did not slow down, nor did they allow curiosity to sway them. + +Despite the elder’s guidance, the journey remained exhausting. The constant vigilance required to maintain balance on the stone paths, the oppressive aura pressing against their bodies, and the occasional attacks from lurking beasts slowly drained their stamina. Yet step by step, they advanced, refusing to falter. + +At last, after what felt like an endless march through hostile space, the environment began to change. The violet sky above darkened, the stone paths converged into a single wide bridge, and an ancient pressure heavier than anything they had felt before descended upon them. + +At the end of that bridge stood a colossal structure shrouded in dim, shifting light. Its outline alone was enough to silence the group. This was not an inheritance ground. This was the final destination of every path within the secret domain. + +They had reached the Celestial Beast Temple. + +The Celestial Beast Temple stood before them like a monument carved out of legend itself, immense and solemn, radiating an authority that pressed directly against the soul. It was not built upon the ground but seemed to grow out of space itself, as though the Four Divine Beasts had shaped reality to serve as its foundation. + +The temple’s walls were formed from an unknown celestial stone that shifted subtly in color, sometimes reflecting silver like moonlight, sometimes deep jade, sometimes crimson, sometimes azure, mirroring the essence of the four divine beasts who created it. + +Ancient runes flowed across its surface like slow-moving currents, alive yet restrained, each rune carrying laws so profound that even looking at them for too long made one’s mind ache. + +At the front of the temple rose four colossal statues, each representing one of the Divine Beasts in their true and complete forms. + +The Azure Dragon coiled upward along a towering pillar, its scales etched with lightning patterns that flickered faintly as if thunder slept within them. + +The Golden Phoenix spread its wings above the entrance, frozen in a moment of eternal rebirth, its feathers carved so delicately that they seemed ready to ignite at any second. + +The White Tiger crouched to one side, muscles tense and fangs bared, embodying pure battle intent and merciless judgment. + +Opposite it stood the Black Tortoise, vast and immovable, its shell engraved with symbols of time, defense, and endurance, giving off a pressure that felt like the weight of mountains and oceans combined. + +The entrance itself was a massive gate formed from interwoven energies rather than physical material, a threshold where space, bloodline, and will intersected. The air before it was unnaturally still, yet every breath drawn near it felt heavy, as though the temple demanded acknowledgment before allowing entry. + +This was not a place meant for exploration or greed. It was a sanctuary and a trial ground, created by the Four Divine Beasts to preserve their final will, their ultimate inheritance, and perhaps something even more ancient than themselves.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Standing before it, one could feel a single unmistakable truth. This temple was not built to be conquered. It was built to decide who was worthy to walk beyond it. + +Looking at this majestic temple, everyone here was surprised. It was simply too unique. + +"I wonder how the supreme being who sealed Mark’s soul knew of this place?" Max murmured out loud. "Did he have some relations with the Four Divine Beasts?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1312.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1312.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4cdcdd4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1312.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1305: More evil than Infernal Energy" +slug: "ch-1312" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1312 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Probably," Lucien said as he nodded in agreement with Max. His gaze remained fixed on the towering Celestial Beast Temple, and his expression grew thoughtful. "I believe the being who sealed Mark was from the same organization as the Four Divine Beasts in the Divine Realm. Otherwise, it makes no sense. How else would he possess knowledge of the Tower of Truth, the existence of this secret domain, and the true purpose of this temple? These are not things an ordinary cultivator or even a powerful outsider could ever stumble upon by chance." + +Max gave a quiet hum of agreement and slowly turned away from the temple to face everyone who had followed them this far. His eyes swept across the gathered group, from the young geniuses to the elders and guards who had escorted them through countless dangers. "Only a selected few will enter the temple," he said firmly. "The rest of you will remain here and guard the surroundings." + +His decision was not born from arrogance or mistrust. The Celestial Beast Temple was a place where countless people had entered and never returned. No one knew what awaited inside, and charging in with overwhelming numbers would only increase the chances of disaster. + +A confined group would be easier to manage, easier to protect, and easier to withdraw if things went wrong. Max understood that recklessness here would cost lives, and he refused to gamble with the fate of everyone present. + +He turned toward the seven squad leaders who had followed him through battle after battle, their growth forged through blood and fire. + +"The seven squad leaders will prepare themselves," Max said calmly. "You will be entering the temple with me." There was no hesitation in his voice, only trust. These were people who had proven their resolve and adaptability under the harshest conditions. + +Then Max shifted his attention to the four leaders of the Four God Nation. "This temple was created by the Four Divine Beasts themselves," he continued. "I do not believe we can move forward without the bloodline representatives of those beasts present. You four leaders must come with us." + +Aden stepped forward and nodded without the slightest hesitation. "We are coming," he said firmly. "This is our responsibility as much as it is yours. The legacy of the Four Divine Beasts cannot be confronted without those who inherit their bloodlines." + +The decision was made. The chosen few stood ready before the ancient temple, while the rest prepared to hold the line outside. The air grew heavier as the moment of entry approached, and everyone present understood that once the doors of the Celestial Beast Temple opened, there would be no turning back. + +"I will wait outside and look after everyone," Freya said quietly as she looked at Max. Her expression was calm, yet there was a trace of concern in her eyes. She understood better than anyone that once they stepped inside the Celestial Beast Temple, there would be no way for her to intervene if something went wrong. + +Max nodded at her words without hesitation. "Then I will take Lucien with me." + +"I am good," Lucien replied simply, his gaze already fixed on the towering entrance ahead. + +Max gave a short nod before turning to the seven squad leaders and the four leaders of the Four God Nation. His voice was steady and authoritative. "Follow behind me and Lucien. Do not stray, no matter what you see." + +With those words, Max stepped forward and crossed the threshold of the Celestial Beast Temple, Lucien moving beside him. The others followed closely, one after another, their figures swallowed by the massive entrance. + +From the perspective of those remaining outside, the chosen group walked deeper and deeper into the temple’s passage until their silhouettes faded entirely, leaving behind only silence and the unmoving stone gate. + +Inside, the passage stretched on far longer than anyone expected. The walls narrowed and widened irregularly, as if the temple itself were breathing. A suffocating pressure pressed against their senses as they advanced, and not a single sound echoed back to them, as though the space devoured noise. They walked for a long time before finally emerging into a vast inner hall. + +"What the hell?" Daniel exclaimed the moment his eyes adjusted to the scene before him. + +Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat. "What happened here?" + +Victor and the others stood frozen, their expressions no better. From the outside, the Celestial Beast Temple had looked majestic, sacred, and divine, a place worthy of being shaped by the Four Divine Beasts themselves. Yet the interior was something entirely different. + +Dark red vines crawled along the walls, the ceiling, and even the massive stone pillars that held the structure together. These vines pulsed faintly, as if alive, twisting and writhing with slow, deliberate movements. They looked less like plants and more like veins belonging to some colossal living organism. + +From these vines leaked waves of dreadful energy that seeped into every corner of the temple. The air felt thick and oppressive, carrying a sense of decay and corruption that made one’s skin crawl. + +Shadows clung unnaturally to the walls, and the faint red glow cast by the vines turned the entire hall into something resembling a nightmarish ruin rather than a holy sanctuary. Whatever this place had once been, it had been twisted into something grotesque and terrifying. + +Yet among everyone present, Max and Lucien were the most shaken. + +Lucien’s brows furrowed deeply as he scanned the surroundings. "Such intense infernal energy," he muttered, his voice heavy with disbelief. "What happened here?" + +Max shook his head slowly, his expression grim. "This is not infernal energy," he said after a moment. "It resembles it, and it gives off the same oppressive and violent aura, but it is not the same. I can control infernal energy. I know its nature better than most. What we are sensing here only imitates infernal energy on the surface." + +He clenched his fist slightly as his gaze followed the dark red vines stretching endlessly into the depths of the temple. "This is something far worse. It is darker, more malicious, and far more potent. Whatever corrupted this place is not infernal energy but something more evil." + +"Something more evil than infernal energy?" Lucien looked at Max in doubt. + +"Like the drop of True Origin Devil Blood that corrupted Mark." Max said his expression turned solemn. "If I am not wrong, then this entire temple has been corrupted with the drop of the True Origin Devil Blood." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1313.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1313.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c37354 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1313.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1306: Golems" +slug: "ch-1313" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1313 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"If what you say is true, then we are in for some serious trouble," Lucien said, his brows drawn together as he studied the corrupted interior of the temple with growing unease. + +Max nodded slowly, his gaze sweeping across the dark hall and the living red vines that crept along every surface. "Do not touch anything," he warned in a firm voice. "Be careful of everything. Even the air here may not be what it seems." + +With that, Max and Lucien moved forward, taking the lead as the group advanced cautiously into the depths of the Celestial Beast Temple. This place had once been the sacred temple of the Four Divine Beasts, a sanctuary meant to preserve their legacy and authority. + +Now, after being tainted by the influence of the True Origin Devil Blood, there was no telling what kinds of abominations or twisted guardians might have taken root within its walls. Every step they took echoed softly, and the oppressive energy pressing against their bodies made it difficult to relax even for a moment. + +After walking through several corridors choked with crimson vines and warped stone, they arrived before an enormous hall. It was vast and circular, clearly meant to serve as the main hall of the temple. The walls on all four sides were engraved with towering reliefs of the Azure Dragon, the Golden Phoenix, the White Tiger, and the Black Tortoise. + +Even in their defiled state, the carvings still carried an overwhelming pressure that spoke of ancient divine authority. At the center of the hall floated a massive blue sphere, suspended in midair without any visible support. It radiated a unique and steady energy that contrasted sharply with the dark corruption surrounding it. + +"That is..." Aden muttered as he stared at the sphere, his expression filled with recognition and uncertainty. + +Max turned to him immediately. "Do you know what this is?" + +Aden exchanged glances with Alexander and the other two leaders of the Four God Nation. Seeing them nod in agreement, he took a breath before answering. "We have a floating artifact exactly like this back in our world, although it is much smaller in size. It has existed since ancient times and has always been guarded closely." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What does it do?" + +This time, Alexander stepped forward to explain. "It channels the bloodline power of all four of us together. When activated, it opens a portal to a secret treasure chamber left behind by the Four Divine Beasts. Judging by the sheer size and energy output of this one, I believe it does not open a simple chamber. It likely opens a pathway to another section of the temple itself, possibly a deeper and more important area." + +Max nodded in understanding, but before he could speak further, his expression changed abruptly. He turned around in an instant, his senses flaring. "Everyone, prepare yourselves," he shouted. + +The seven squad leaders and the four leaders of the Four God Nation reacted immediately, drawing power and shifting into combat stances. A low rumble spread through the hall, vibrating through the stone beneath their feet. Cracks began to form across the floor, glowing faintly before chunks of stone tore themselves free and rose into the air. + +From the shattered floor, figures began to form. One rock golem emerged, then another, then another. Their bodies assembled rapidly from stone fragments, each one taking on a massive humanoid shape. There was no end to their creation, as more and more golems rose from the ground. + +Each of them radiated the aura of a divine beast, some carrying the oppressive might of the White Tiger, others the burning presence of the Phoenix, the thunderous power of the Azure Dragon, or the immovable defense of the Black Tortoise. Their strength surged to the peak of the Divine Rank, making them formidable opponents even for seasoned experts. + +"Seniors," Max called out sharply, his mind already calculating the situation, "you four open the portal. The rest of you keep the golems busy." + +His orders only confirmed what everyone was already doing. The four leaders of the Four God Nation rushed toward the massive blue sphere at the center of the hall, placing their hands against it and beginning to pour their bloodline essence into its surface. + +At the same time, the seven squad leaders surged forward to intercept the advancing golems. Blades flashed, flames roared, lightning cracked, and ice spread across the stone floor as the clash erupted instantly.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +The Celestial Beast Temple shook as battle began, and the corrupted hall echoed with the sounds of war, signaling that whatever lay beyond the portal would not be reached without a fight. + +Max and Lucien stood between the two fronts, neither joining the battle against the golems nor assisting the four leaders at the sphere. They simply observed. + +Max’s eyes followed every movement with cold clarity while Lucien kept his senses expanded, ready to react if the situation spiraled beyond control. The number of rock golems continued to rise without pause, their bodies forming endlessly from the corrupted stone floor, each one carrying the aura of a divine beast and attacking with relentless coordination. The pressure on the seven squad leaders grew heavier with every passing moment. + +"Would they be fine?" Lucien asked quietly as he watched the squad leaders fend off wave after wave of golems, their figures flickering under the strain of constant combat. + +"They should be," Max replied with a calm nod. "What they endured in Nullaria was far worse than this. If they cannot hold here, then they were never meant to step further into this temple." + +As the battle raged on, the four leaders of the Four God Nation remained focused, continuously pouring their bloodline essence into the massive blue sphere. The artifact responded gradually, its surface shifting from a deep blue into a radiant golden hue. + +The light intensified until it pulsed like a living sun, and then, without warning, it expanded outward. The golden radiance swallowed everyone present, severing the battlefield in an instant. Sound vanished. Space folded. + +When sensation returned, Max and the others found themselves standing in yet another hall. At first glance, it appeared identical to the previous one, with the same towering walls and divine beast carvings etched into the stone. However, something was missing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1314.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1314.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c07c5b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1314.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1307: Corruption" +slug: "ch-1314" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1314 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The large blue sphere was gone. In its place stood a colossal door, ancient and sealed, its surface layered with countless symbols and grooves that pulsed faintly with a sinister red glow. + +Max’s eyes narrowed the moment he felt the shift in the air. His instincts screamed danger. "Everyone get back!" he shouted. + +The warning came just in time. From the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling, thick red vines erupted outward like living tentacles. They moved with terrifying speed, writhing and lashing in all directions, filling the entire hall in the blink of an eye. + +There was no safe ground left, no gap large enough for even a footstep. The tentacles struck with crushing force, carrying an energy that felt corrosive and malicious, as if it sought not only to kill but to consume. + +Knowing that no one but himself and Lucien could withstand such an onslaught, Max acted instantly. The fifth level concept of space erupted from him, precise and absolute. + +A spherical dome of compressed space formed around the entire group, sealing them inside an isolated pocket of reality. The moment the tentacles slammed into the boundary, space itself rebelled. + +A deafening impact echoed as the first wave of tentacles struck the spherical barrier. Some were shredded instantly, torn apart as the spatial pressure sliced them into fragments. Others were blasted backward, reduced to twisted remnants before they could even exert force. The dome held firm, unmoving, an unbreachable shell in the midst of chaos. + +"Stay close and move forward," Max said calmly as he began advancing. The spherical space moved with him, pushing forward inch by inch through the sea of red vines. + +As the dome advanced, tentacles continued to strike relentlessly. Each time they touched the boundary, they were destroyed, crushed, or severed by the overwhelming spatial force. The path ahead was carved not by brute strength, but by absolute authority over space itself. Slowly, step by step, the group moved forward, the dome clearing a narrow corridor through the living nightmare. + +The air inside the sphere remained stable, but outside it the hall writhed violently, as if resisting their advance. The red vines recoiled and reformed repeatedly, only to be destroyed again the moment they reached the spatial boundary. + +Despite the resistance, Max maintained perfect control, his expression unwavering as he guided everyone toward the sealed door at the far end of the hall. + +After what felt like an eternity, the pressure lessened. The density of the tentacles thinned, and the writhing mass finally receded. The dome came to a halt directly before the massive door. The red vines pulled back into the stone, leaving behind deep scorch marks and cracks where they had been destroyed. + +Max lowered his hand, and the spherical space dissolved smoothly, releasing the group into the silent hall once more. They now stood directly before the ancient door, its surface pulsing faintly as if aware of their presence. + +"This place does not want us here," Lucien said quietly. + +Max looked at the door with cold focus. "That only means we are exactly where we need to be." + +"Whatever lies beyond this door is deeply evil," Lucien said in a low and solemn voice as he stared at the ancient seal before them. "Most likely it is the crown tainted by the True Origin Devil Blood." + +Max nodded slowly. The moment his senses brushed against what lay beyond the door, his expression hardened. "I can feel it too. The evil energy behind this door is at its peak. It is far denser and more malicious than anything we have encountered so far." + +Before anyone could respond, Lucien suddenly moved. + +His figure vanished from its place and reappeared in front of one of the squad leaders. A loud impact echoed through the hall as he slammed the man into the stone floor and twisted his arms behind his back, restraining him with overwhelming force. The person pinned beneath him was Michael.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +For a heartbeat, the entire group froze in disbelief. + +"I will kill you! I will kill you all!" Michael screamed like a madman, his voice hoarse and filled with unrestrained hatred. His eyes glowed a sickly red, crimson veins spreading across his face and neck. His skin looked pale and unhealthy, as if something inside him was rotting and trying to claw its way out. + +"What happened to him?" Victor shouted, shock written all over his face. + +Seraphina, Daniel, Arthur, and the others stared in horror, unable to reconcile the sight before them with the calm and reliable comrade they had fought alongside for so long. Even the four leaders of the Four God Nation were visibly shaken, their expressions grave as they sensed the twisted aura erupting from Michael’s body. + +"He was about to sneak attack all of you," Lucien said coldly, his grip firm as he kept Michael restrained. "His killing intent spiked the moment you lowered your guard." + +Max had already moved. He arrived before Michael and crouched down, his gaze sharp and analytical as his senses swept across Michael’s body and soul. "The corruption here is not passive," he said quietly. "It seeps into anyone who stays exposed for too long. I believe whatever has defiled this temple has begun to corrupt him as well." + +As he spoke, Max briefly looked up at the other squad leaders and then at the four leaders of the Four God Nation. His Three Dimensional Body examined them thoroughly, tracing fluctuations in their aura and soul state. After confirming that none of them showed similar signs, he let out a slow breath. + +"You are all safe for now," Max said, his tone firm but serious. Then his attention returned to Michael, who continued to struggle violently under Lucien’s restraint, hatred pouring out of him like poison. + +Victor clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he watched Michael thrash on the ground. "What do we do about him?" he asked in a heavy voice. "He is our teammate. I do not want to see him end like this." + +The hall fell silent once more, the sealed door looming behind them as the corrupted energy pulsed faintly, as if mocking their hesitation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1315.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1315.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4782a35 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1315.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1308: Helping Michael" +slug: "ch-1315" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1315 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1133 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max looked at Victor calmly and spoke with quiet certainty. "Do not worry. He will be fine." + +As he said this, Max shifted his attention fully to Michael and examined him in depth using his Three Dimensional Body. Every fluctuation of aura, every distortion in Michael’s soul and mind became clear to him.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +He could clearly sense how the evil energy had invaded Michael’s body and seeped into his consciousness, warping his thoughts and pushing him into a berserk state driven purely by malice and destruction. + +If this had been normal infernal energy, Max would not have hesitated. He could have devoured it directly from Michael’s body without any danger to himself. Infernal energy, after all, was something he understood deeply. It was born from the True Origin Devil Blood corrupting Mark, twisting the divine authority of the crownbearer into a darker form. + +Mark had possessed the power of this world through his crown, and when that power was tainted by the True Origin Devil Blood, it transformed into infernal energy that Max had long since learned to control and suppress. + +But this was different. The energy corrupting Michael and permeating the entire temple was not infernal energy. It carried a far more vicious and destructive nature, something colder and more absolute in its malice. + +Max could feel it resisting his perception, as if it possessed a will of its own, eager to consume and corrupt anything it touched. He understood instinctively that if he carelessly tried to devour this energy, the consequences could be disastrous, even for him. + +"This energy is not something simple," Max said slowly, more to himself than to the others. "It is far more potent than infernal energy and far more dangerous." + +Michael continued to struggle, his breathing ragged and his eyes filled with madness, but Max did not rush. He steadied his thoughts, analyzing the situation with extreme caution. + +Whatever lay beyond this door had already proven that it could reach out and poison even peak Divine Rank experts without direct contact. If they made a single reckless move from here on, the cost would not be small. + +Max studied Michael in silence for a brief moment, his gaze deep and thoughtful, before finally reaching into his spatial storage and taking out a small jar covered in ancient and complex inscriptions. + +The surface of the jar was faintly warm, and the runes etched upon it carried a suppressive aura that made even the surrounding air feel heavier. This was the very same jar that had once devoured his black flames when Balthazar used it against him, and Max had taken it from Balthazar’s corpse after killing him, sensing that it would be useful someday. + +He turned and handed the jar to Victor. "Take this," Max said calmly. "When I tell you to, activate the jar with your mana." + +Victor did not understand what Max intended to do, nor did he fully grasp how this jar would be used in the current situation, but he could hear the confidence in Max’s voice. Without questioning further, he accepted the jar carefully, holding it with both hands as if afraid it might react violently. He nodded solemnly, signaling that he was ready to follow Max’s instructions to the letter. + +Max then returned his attention to Michael. His eyes sharpened as he activated his Three Dimensional Body to its fullest extent, his perception expanding far beyond the physical layer. At the same time, black flames surged forth from his body, wrapping around Michael entirely. + +These flames did not burn Michael’s flesh. Instead, they acted like living shadows, seeping into his body and threading through his meridians, blood, and soul with terrifying precision. Slowly and carefully, Max began to devour the evil energy that had invaded Michael from the corrupted temple. + +At first, the resistance was intense. The evil energy clung stubbornly to Michael’s body and mind, writhing like a living parasite unwilling to be expelled. Gradually, thin streams of black colored energy began to seep out from Michael’s pores, his mouth, and even his eyes. + +This was the very essence that had driven him mad, the corruption that had twisted his thoughts and ignited his murderous intent. Max maintained absolute focus, forcing the energy out bit by bit using the devouring power of his black flames, careful not to let even a trace slip back inside. + +When enough of the corrupted energy had been drawn out, Max lifted his head and spoke firmly. "Now." + +Victor reacted instantly. He poured his mana into the jar, activating the inscriptions carved upon its surface. The runes lit up one after another, and a powerful suction force burst forth from the mouth of the jar. + +The black evil energy that Max had extracted was immediately pulled toward it, twisting and compressing as it was dragged inside. The moment the energy entered the jar, the inscriptions flared brightly, sealing it away without any sign of leakage. + +"Good," Max said with a nod when he saw that the process was working as intended. + +He did not stop there. Maintaining the black flames around Michael, Max continued to draw out more of the evil energy, layer by layer, until Michael’s body stopped producing that vile aura. Each time the corrupted energy emerged, it was immediately sucked into the jar, contained safely without giving it any chance to escape or retaliate. + +This process continued for nearly an hour. Sweat slowly formed on Max’s brow as he maintained such delicate and dangerous control, while Victor stood nearby holding the jar steadily, his arms trembling slightly from the continuous mana output required to keep it active. + +At last, the flow of black energy ceased entirely. Michael’s body went limp, his breathing gradually stabilizing as the madness faded from his face. + +When Max finally withdrew his black flames, the evil energy had been completely removed from Michael’s body, all of it sealed securely within the ancient jar. + +Max let out a slow breath as he confirmed that the last traces of the evil energy had been completely removed from Michael’s body. The oppressive aura that had clung to the hall weakened noticeably, and Michael’s breathing became steady once more. + +Only then did Max allow himself a moment of relief, knowing that a single mistake during that process could have cost Michael his life or dragged Max himself into unknown danger. + +He straightened and turned to look at the others, his expression serious and unwavering. "I do not know what awaits us beyond this door," Max said solemnly. "Whatever is behind it is the source of this corruption, and it is far more dangerous than anything we have encountered so far. For that reason, I suggest that all of you enter the Life Space Rings. Only Lucien and I will proceed from here." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1316.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1316.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7cc659d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1316.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1309: Max’s Question" +slug: "ch-1316" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1316 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1110 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Victor was the first to nod. He understood clearly that at this stage, their presence would no longer be a help. Seraphina, Daniel, Arthur, and the other squad leaders followed suit, their faces calm despite the tension in their hearts. Even the four leaders of the Four God Nation agreed without hesitation. They knew that this was no longer a trial meant for many, but a confrontation that required only the strongest and most resilient. + +None of them argued. None of them tried to insist on following. They understood that stepping forward now would only put their lives at risk and potentially disrupt Max’s actions at a critical moment. + +Seeing their agreement, Max did not waste any time. One by one, he activated the Life Space Rings and stored them safely inside. The hall gradually emptied, until only Max and Lucien remained before the massive sealed door. + +"I sense six life forces beyond this door," Lucien said in a solemn voice, his perception extending through the ancient seal as he looked toward Max. + +Max nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful rather than surprised. "That is exactly why I sent everyone back into the Life Space Rings. Six life forms are already too many variables. If we assume that four of them are the Four Divine Beasts, then what about the remaining two? And even more importantly, there is no guarantee that the Four Divine Beasts are truly benevolent. History has already shown us that power and righteousness do not always walk the same path." + +The silence lingered for a moment before Max turned his head slightly toward Lucien, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Before we go in, there is something I have been wondering about for a long time." + +Lucien glanced at him and smiled faintly. "What is it?" + +"Why does the curse of the Tower of Truth not affect you?" Max asked directly. When he had first met Lucien, he had assumed that Lucien might possess some form of authority similar to his own. Later, he had ruled out that possibility. Lucien held no control over the tower, and if he did, Max would have sensed it immediately as its rightful owner. + +Lucien chuckled softly. "I made a deal with the tower. I agreed to remain in the Elf Kingdom and protect it, while also maintaining overall peace across the Lost Continent. In exchange, the tower excluded me from its curse." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly in interest. "That is an unusual bargain. What do you gain from doing all of this?" + +Lucien’s smile deepened, carrying a hint of nostalgia. "When I finished roaming the entirety of Acaris, the Lost Continent was the only place left unexplored. At that point, I simply wanted to see it with my own eyes and understand what kind of land it was. The deal allowed me to do that freely. It really is that simple." + +He paused briefly before adding, "There was another reason as well. Part of the agreement involved safeguarding the soul sealed within the tower. That responsibility also fell to me." + +Max nodded slowly, understanding settling in his eyes. The Tower of Truth was not just a structure. It was an existence with its own will and long memory. + +Lucien then looked back at Max, his expression turning serious. "I also have a question for you, and I want an honest answer." + +"Ask away," Max said casually, though his posture straightened slightly. + +"How is the artificial soul inside your body?" Lucien asked. "Are there any side effects?" + +Max did not answer immediately. He took a moment to organize his thoughts before speaking. "The artificial soul is stable. It keeps me alive, and for that alone I am grateful. However, it does come with side effects. My emotions are amplified beyond normal limits. When I feel anger, it becomes overwhelming. When I feel sadness, it sinks far deeper than it should. Every emotion I experience is intensified countless times over." + +He continued calmly, "It was difficult to handle in the beginning. Eventually, I learned to suppress it by maintaining constant composure and control. I focus on staying calm at all times. I suppose this is something I will have to live with for the rest of my life." + +Lucien shook his head gently. "Not for the rest of your life. Your sister mentioned that once you advance beyond the Divine Rank, your entire body will undergo reconstruction, including your soul. When that happens, you will become complete once more." + +Max let out a quiet sigh, a trace of weariness in his eyes. "I truly hope that is the case." + +With that, both of them turned their attention back to the sealed door, the six life forces beyond it waiting in silence. + +Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Max steadied his breathing and let his resolve harden. "Let’s go," he said quietly. + +With those words, he stepped forward and placed his hand against the ancient door. The moment his palm touched its surface, a cold and oppressive sensation surged into his body, as if something on the other side was testing his will. Max did not hesitate. He exerted strength through his arm and pushed. + +The door trembled before slowly giving way. A deep, resonant sound echoed through the hall as the massive structure opened, its movement heavy and reluctant, as though it had not been opened in countless ages. As the gap widened, a wave of dark and suffocating energy poured out, flooding the corridor and pressing down on both Max and Lucien like an invisible tide. + +Beyond the threshold lay a vast inner chamber shrouded in crimson haze. The air itself seemed tainted, thick with a malevolent presence that gnawed at the senses. + +Faint pulses of light flickered within the darkness, revealing distorted shapes and ancient formations embedded into the walls. The ground beneath their feet was cracked and uneven, streaked with veins of red energy that pulsed like living arteries. + +Lucien’s eyes narrowed as he stepped in beside Max. The six life forces he had sensed earlier were clearer now, each one radiating a distinct and overwhelming pressure. Some felt ancient and majestic, while others carried a chilling hostility that made the skin crawl. + +Max walked forward without hesitation, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he crossed the threshold completely. The door behind them began to close on its own, sealing them inside the heart of the corrupted temple. As the final echo of stone grinding against stone faded away, the chamber fell into an eerie silence. + +Whatever awaited them beyond this point was no longer hidden. The confrontation they had been preparing for had finally begun. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1317.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1317.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b33144 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1317.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1310: Confronting the Four Divine Beasts" +slug: "ch-1317" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1317 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1200 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Before them stood four towering shadowy figures, each one vast and indistinct yet unmistakable in form. One radiated the domineering presence of a dragon, its aura vast and oppressive like an endless sky under storm. Another burned with the noble yet searing heat of a phoenix, its presence both purifying and destructive. + +The third carried the savage and domineering pressure of a white tiger, sharp and relentless, while the last emanated the deep and ancient steadiness of a tortoise, heavy and unmovable like time itself. These were the Four Divine Beasts, their forms no longer fully physical, but manifestations of will and authority shaped by ages of sacrifice and restraint. + +At the center of their formation stood a young man who appeared to be no more than in his twenties. His expression was calm yet burdened, as if countless years weighed upon his shoulders. Both his hands were raised, sustaining a spherical forcefield that hummed softly with restrained power. Within that sphere floated a dark red crown and a sword. + +The crown was once golden, but now it throbbed with a deep crimson glow that felt malignant even from a distance. The sword beside it carried a familiar yet unsettling aura, one that Max recognized instantly as a fragment of the evil sword. + +Max and Lucien exchanged a brief glance before their eyes returned to the objects within the sphere. They both understood immediately. The crown was the crownbearer’s golden crown, twisted and corrupted by the True Origin Devil Blood. The sword was not merely a weapon but a sealing anchor, a tool meant to suppress and bind the crown’s destructive influence. + +As Max and Lucien stepped closer, the Four Divine Beasts turned their attention toward them. The phoenix was the first to speak, its voice resonant and carrying a weary warmth. "Finally, someone has come to this place." + +"We have been waiting for far too long," the dragon followed, its voice deep and echoing like thunder rolling across the heavens. + +Max did not waste time on pleasantries. His gaze locked onto the young man maintaining the forcefield, and he raised a hand to point at him. "Is he the one who split Mark’s soul into three?" + +The white tiger shifted slightly, its shadowy form rippling as it looked at Max with sharp interest. "Mark?" it repeated, a hint of confusion in its tone. "If you are referring to your crownbearer, then you are correct. He was the one who split his soul into three parts and sealed them away, because he couldn’t call him." + +The white tiger’s voice grew heavier as it continued. "However, he could not return to the Divine Realm. The crown was emitting an overwhelming amount of devil energy. If that energy had not been contained and restricted, your entire world would have been corrupted beyond recognition. That is why he stayed behind, sacrificing his own future to ensure the devil energy remained sealed and the people of this world were not destroyed." + +Max’s brows knit together as the implications of those words sank in. His expression darkened as he spoke again. "Are you saying that if the True Origin Devil Blood had fallen onto our planet directly, without being intercepted by you four, then our world would have already been turned into an abomination?" + +The hall fell silent for a moment, the crimson glow of the crown pulsing steadily within the forcefield, as if answering his question without words. + +"That is true," the tortoise divine beast said with a heavy sigh, its ancient voice carrying the weight of endless years. "We already knew what kind of catastrophe a single drop of that blood would bring upon a mortal world. The moment we sensed its descent, the four of us rushed to the mortal realm without hesitation. Unfortunately, we were intercepted midway by the four demons who had the same objective." + +Its gaze shifted briefly toward the crimson crown before continuing. "What followed was a three way confrontation. There were us four divine beasts, the four demons, and the crownbearer of this world. We attempted to reason with the crownbearer, hoping to convince him to retreat and allow us to seal the blood safely, but the demons never allowed such a thing to happen. They attacked relentlessly, turning the situation into chaos. When the drop of blood was about to surface into the mortal world, we were left with no choice. In desperation, we forced the blood into the crown of the crownbearer, believing that the divine authority of the crown would purify or suppress it. Unfortunately we underestimated the power of the devil blood. The moment it touched the crown, everything spiraled out of control, and the tragedy that followed became inevitable." + +Max’s expression darkened as he listened. The sheer scale of the consequences caused by a single drop of blood made his chest feel heavy. One mistake. One miscalculation. And an entire world had paid the price. + +Lucien broke the silence with a question that had clearly been weighing on his mind. "What is the origin of this devil blood?" he asked. "I have heard rumors from the demons. They spoke of a war between humans and devils in the Divine Realm. Supposedly, one of the true devils was slain in that war, and before dying, he condensed his entire bloodline into a single drop, which eventually fell into the mortal world." + +The dragon divine beast shook its massive head slowly, its eyes filled with solemnity. "Wars between those two races never truly cease in the Divine Realm, but that drop of blood is not connected to any of those conflicts. We, as well as the demons who descended into this world, were nothing more than low level warriors in the Divine Realm. We were never told the true origin of that blood. Our orders were simple and absolute. Retrieve the drop and bring it back to the Divine Realm at all costs. Above all else, we were strictly commanded to ensure that the blood never fell into a mortal world." + +Max frowned deeply, confusion and frustration mixing within him. "If that blood was truly so important, then why were higher level beings not sent to handle it? If stronger humans or divine beasts had descended, perhaps none of this would have happened." + +"It is not a matter of willingness," the white tiger divine beast replied, its voice firm and edged with bitterness. "It is a matter of impossibility. If a truly powerful being from the Divine Realm were to descend into a mortal world, their mere presence would destabilize it. Their energy alone would be enough to crush the laws of the mortal realm and reduce the world to nothingness. That is why missions involving mortal worlds are always assigned to soldier level beings in the Divine Realm. Strong enough to act, yet weak enough to exist without annihilating everything around them." + +The explanation hung heavily in the air. What had happened was not born of malice alone, but of limitations, orders, and fatal compromises. And yet, the end result remained unchanged. An entire world had been dragged into disaster, all because a power that never belonged here had slipped through the cracks. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1318.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1318.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..19c9641 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1318.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1311: An EGO" +slug: "ch-1318" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1318 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1021 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max and Lucien exchanged a long look, both of their expressions heavy and grim. Neither of them had expected that beings from the Divine Realm could erase an entire mortal world simply by descending into it. The realization made the scale of the catastrophe surrounding the True Origin Devil Blood feel even more terrifying than before. + +Max shook his head lightly, forcing his thoughts back into order, before speaking again. "Well, I have good news for all of you. There is no need to keep restricting the crown or sealing the soul any longer." + +The dragon divine beast’s shadowy form stiffened instantly. "What do you mean?" it asked, its tone sharp and alert. + +"It is simple," Max replied calmly. "We plan to end this once and for all. I will return the crown to the crownbearer and also give him back the last fragment of his soul. After that, we will kill him." + +The tortoise divine beast let out a deep and solemn breath. "Are you out of your mind, human boy?" it said heavily. "A crownbearer possesses divine authority that can rival us divine beasts. Back then, that crownbearer alone was able to fight all four of us and the demons at the same time and still prevent us from freely acting in the mortal world. Do you truly believe that humans stand any chance against such an existence?" + +Max shrugged casually, as if the words carried little weight. "I killed the four demons myself. They were strong. In fact, they were extremely strong. But they were still not strong enough." + +The chamber fell into stunned silence. + +The Four Divine Beasts had already sensed it when the auras of the four demons vanished from the mortal world. They had assumed the demons had retreated back to the Divine Realm. Never had they imagined that those demons had been slain, and slain by a mortal no less. + +"How could a mortal possess such strength?" the dragon divine beast asked slowly, disbelief clear in its voice. + +"I suppose I am a special mortal," Max replied without arrogance as he walked toward the young man maintaining the spherical forcefield. + +The young man had clearly heard every word spoken. However, his full concentration was devoted to suppressing the crown, leaving him unable to move or speak. His face was pale, sweat forming along his temples as he continued to channel his power into the forcefield. + +Max stopped before him and shifted his gaze to the sphere containing the dark red crown and the sword. Without hesitation, he activated the fifth level concept of space. Invisible laws bent instantly as he formed a restricted spatial domain around the sphere itself. The moment the spatial restriction took shape, the devil energy ceased leaking outward entirely, remaining perfectly contained even without the young man’s direct suppression. + +"This..." the young man gasped, his eyes widening in shock. "Fifth level concept of space." + +He stared at Max as if he were looking at something beyond reason. Even within the Divine Realm, the concept of space was exceedingly rare. + +Only a handful of forces possessed legacies related to it, and even among them at the strength level he is, reaching the fifth level was almost unheard of. That level represented the pinnacle of conceptual mastery, a realm where control became absolute and comprehension bordered on the impossible. + +The young man had only ever heard rumors of geniuses capable of achieving such a feat. To witness a mortal stand before him and wield the fifth level concept of space with such ease shattered everything he believed he understood about limits. + +Max stepped forward and extended his hand. With a subtle twist of space, the spherical forcefield drifted away from Jim and came to hover beside Max instead. The oppressive devil energy remained perfectly sealed within the restricted space he had created. "I will take this for now," Max said calmly, his grip on the situation absolute. + +The dragon divine beast watched him closely. "Are you truly serious about killing your crownbearer?" it asked, its voice heavy with both caution and disbelief. + +"Why do you think I am here?" Max replied without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. + +The four divine beasts exchanged looks with one another, ancient thoughts passing silently between them. After a brief moment, the tortoise divine beast spoke on behalf of the rest. "Then we will help you in this battle. This disaster began because of us as well, and it should end with us standing on the battlefield." + +"I am in too," Jim said solemnly, his voice firm despite the exhaustion etched into his face. + +Max smiled faintly at their resolve. "Good. With the addition of you five, our chances have increased significantly." + +However, as soon as the words left his mouth, a realization struck him. His brows drew together as he looked around the chamber once more. "Wait. Something is off. We sensed six presences before we entered through the door. You four divine beasts make four, Jim makes five. Where is the last one?" + +Jim raised his hand and pointed toward the spherical forcefield floating beside Max. "It is there," he said slowly. "The corrupted crown itself." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +"If I am not mistaken," Jim continued, "the True Origin Devil Blood used the divine authority of the crown over these ten thousand years to form an ego of its own. A crude consciousness, born from corruption and power. It is a drop of blood that has developed a mind." + +He paused briefly before adding, "When you and Lucien entered this chamber, that ego sensed unfamiliar and dangerous presences. It retreated back into the crown to hide. Intellectually, it is still like an infant, driven by instinct rather than reason." + +For the first time in a long while, Max felt the urge to curse aloud. A single drop of blood, corrupted beyond measure, had not only twisted a world and a crownbearer but had also grown its own consciousness by feeding on divine authority. The implications were horrifying. + +"So it is not just a blood anymore," Max said quietly, his expression darkening. "It is a living calamity." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1319.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1319.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d6f51cb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1319.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1312: A Plan" +slug: "ch-1319" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1319 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1072 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Do not worry too much," Jim said with a faint smile, sensing the tension in the air. "Even if that blood has grown a form of intelligence, it will not truly be of any help to the crownbearer. It is still bound by the crown and limited by its own incomplete nature." + +"That is something I sincerely hope for," Max replied quietly. At this point, everything that could be done had already been done. The crown was secured, the truth had been revealed, and the final path was clear. All that remained was to leave the secret domain, return the crown and the remaining fragments of the soul to Mark, and then put an end to him once and for all. After that, Max could finally ascend without any lingering regrets or unfinished business tied to this world. + +It sounded simple when reduced to words, yet Max knew better than anyone that simplicity did not mean ease. Still, he repeated it to himself like an anchor. It is a simple plan. We just need to kill Mark.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +With that thought in mind, Max turned toward Lucien, his gaze sharpening. "Lucien," he said slowly, "are you truly a being of this world?" + +Lucien was clearly taken aback by the sudden question. He looked at Max with a mix of surprise and confusion. "I am," he answered after a brief pause. "Why would you suddenly ask something like that?" + +"Because you are an anomaly," Max replied honestly, his tone neither accusatory nor hostile. "Your growth makes no sense by normal standards. You did almost nothing, yet you reached the peak of Divine Rank as if the world itself pushed you forward. To me, it feels like a joke played by fate. That kind of growth makes me wonder whether your origin is truly here or if it lies somewhere else." + +He took a step closer, his eyes unwavering. "Do not take this as an offense. I am simply not willing to take unnecessary risks at this stage. If your origin were not this world, and you were the one to deliver the final blow to Mark, then everything we have done so far would be meaningless. You know that as well as I do." + +Lucien’s expression slowly turned solemn. The faint humor he often carried vanished, replaced by quiet certainty. "I understand your concern," he said seriously. "But you do not need to doubt my origin. I am a being of this world. I was born here. I have lived here all my life. This world is my home, and I have no connection to any other realm." + +Max studied him for a long moment before nodding. "I hope that is true." + +His concern was not unfounded. Lucien’s existence defied logic in too many ways. To possess Divine Rank strength at an age that should not even allow cultivation to begin was absurd by any known standard. If Lucien were not from the Divine Realm, then what was he? And yet, despite the doubts gnawing at him, Max chose to trust his judgment for now. + +After all, the final battle was still ahead, and there would be no room for uncertainty once it began. + +"All right, we are leaving this secret domain," Max said at last as he turned and walked out of the hall. + +With the crown now fully restricted by his own fifth level concept of space, no trace of evil energy leaked into the surroundings anymore. The oppressive pressure that had plagued the Celestial Beast Temple receded completely, and the path out felt strangely calm compared to the horrors they had faced inside. Max led the way without delay, and before long, they emerged safely from the temple and back into the open space before its entrance. + +The moment Freya saw Max step out while carrying a spherical forcefield that contained the dark red crown and the sword, she understood that their objective inside the temple had been completed. Her gaze shifted immediately to the shadowy figures and the young man following behind him, her expression filled with confusion and surprise. + +"Are they...?" Freya began, her voice trailing off as she tried to process what she was seeing. + +Max did not let the confusion linger. "They are the Four Divine Beasts," he said calmly. "You can think of them as remnants rather than their full selves. And this is Jim. He is the one who fought Mark in the past and sealed him when killing him was impossible." + +He continued in a steady tone. "They will be helping us in the battle against Mark." + +Freya took a deep breath and nodded slowly as she absorbed the information. "Do you already have a plan to fight him?" she asked. + +"I do," Max replied, then paused and turned his attention toward everyone gathered outside the temple. His voice carried clearly across the space. "Everyone, enter the Life Space Rings. From this point onward, we are heading into our final battle against Mark. If we win, then this world will finally be free. If we fail, I will make sure that I survive so that all of you can continue to live." + +The elders and the geniuses exchanged brief looks before nodding solemnly. None of them tried to argue or protest. They all understood the gravity of the situation. This was a decisive moment, and hesitation would only bring disaster. One by one, they entered the Life Space Rings without a word. + +Once that was done, Max turned back to the remaining figures. Every single one of them would be directly involved in the battle to come. + +"Only Lucien and I will reveal ourselves to Mark at first," Max said as he looked at them. "We will draw him out and try to injure him as severely as possible. Once he is weakened, Big Sis, you will strike with your strongest sneak attack. After that, the Four Divine Beasts and Jim will move in together." + +His gaze sharpened as he finished. "The final blow must be delivered by someone from this world and that is Lucien. That strike will kill Mark once and for all." + +It was a straightforward plan, born not from overconfidence but from necessity. There was no room for complexity, no space for hesitation. It was the most effective strategy Max could devise, and now, with everything prepared, all that remained was to see whether fate would allow it to succeed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-132.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-132.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b04c8e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-132.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 132: Increasing the Pace" +slug: "ch-132" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 132 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1239 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"15%? Damn!" Max was shocked when he finally saw the notifications. He had expected his Fusion State to increase after all his efforts, but not by this much. All he had hoped for was to cross the 5% mark in Fusion State, but the result completely surpassed his expectations. + +"Will this be enough to counter a level 3 Aura?" Max wondered, shaking his head. "Probably not." + +His gaze hardened as he recalled the overwhelming presence of the Level 3 Auras displayed by both Five and Veylin. The sheer power they exuded wasn’t something that could be dismissed, and the memory of their mastery sent a chill through him. + +Having experienced their prowess firsthand, he understood the monumental gap between their strength and his current abilities. His own 15% Fusion State of Level 1 Flame and Sword Aura, while impressive for someone at his stage, felt like a candle flickering against a storm. + +A Level 3 Aura wasn’t just a higher degree of power; it was a culmination of mastery. It represented an aura at its peak, refined to a level just below the profound domain of concepts. + +Its strength wasn’t merely physical; it carried an overwhelming intent, an unyielding will that bore down on anything within its range. + +’But it’s a different matter if I have auras at level 2…’ Max mused. Knowing there were different floors to this temple, with floors 1, 2, and 3 corresponding to the three levels of auras, he understood there must be a way to reach higher floors. + +’After I’m done with this floor, I’ll head up to the second floor,’ he decided, glancing toward the top of the monolith as he resumed his ascent. + +As Max slowly made his way up, he didn’t use the sword and flame auras. Instead, he directly used the fusion state of the two auras. He sought to increase their mastery even more while he still could through the monolith. + +"He resumed ascending once again," Dean said, glancing at Nathan, his tone full of mockery. + +Sam also glanced at Nathan but shook his head in disappointment. "What a fool he is. Being proven wrong three times a day—was it more?—must have been hard." + +His expression became sympathetic. "Nathan, you have my deepest condolences." + +Nathan glared at Sam and Dean, his eyes spitting fire. He had been constantly provoked by these two brothers for a while now, and at this point, he couldn’t take it anymore. + +"I’m going to kill you two first before doing anything," he said, shouting as his two golden gauntlets condensed around his hands. + +"Battles aren’t allowed in this round," the blob of slime warned, noticing the conflict happening below the monolith. "After all the geniuses have finished ascending the monolith, you’ll all be given a chance to fight each other, so have patience." + +"Damn!" Nathan cursed aloud as he heard the warning. + +"So sad," Sam sneered. "After Max is done ascending the monolith, you won’t have time for us because you’ll either be dead or you won’t have the guts to harm anyone from the East Region." + +Nathan gritted his teeth, his rage clouding his eyes as he found it difficult to control his anger. ’Damn these two! Damn these two! I really want to kill them! I want to kill them!’ His eyes turned red as rage completely consumed his mind. + +Smack! + +"Get a hold of yourself, brother," Tom slapped Nathan hard on the back of his head, bringing him out of his rage. + +Nathan gloomily glanced at Tom and sighed. He took a deep breath and calmed himself for the moment. + +"Don’t be so rash, brother. There’s always a time for revenge," Tom said slyly, his eyes gleaming with killing intent. He was also angry after being provoked by Sam and Dean, but unlike Nathan, he knew how to control his anger very well, and that’s what made him the more dangerous of the two brothers. + +At that moment, Evlin and Princess Aveline appeared with their geniuses from their region. + +"I have to say, you two have a lot of confidence for someone at level 4 of Apprentice Rank," Evlin sneered at Sam and Dean. + +Dean smiled and pointed at the monolith. "Just keep your eyes on the monolith," he said, sneering. + +At his words, everyone turned their heads toward the monolith, only to see Max ascending toward the 600-meter mark. He was moving at a steady pace, around the 590-meter mark, his goal the 600-meter mark. + +"I wouldn’t be surprised if he crosses the 600-meter mark as well," Sam said, glancing at Dean. + +Dean nodded. "Me too." + +Only Nathan and Tom had grim expressions, seeing Max still going strong. + +"I wonder how high he will reach if he has truly comprehended aura already?" Aveline muttered, her eyes curious. + +Evlin glanced at her, her face sinister. + +--- + +The man in question, Max, was steadily pacing his way toward the 600-meter mark. + +’My understanding of lightning has been increasing at a steady pace, but not so much about other elements,’ he mused. + +After he resumed his ascent from the 550-meter mark, Max noticed the density of the lightning in the auras had increased significantly compared to all other elements. + +This reinforced his assumption that whoever was responsible for creating the monolith had clear intentions: to teach the way of lightning. + +’I guess the master of this temple must be someone proficient in lightning,’ Max thought as he finally reached the 600-meter mark. + +However, he didn’t stop after reaching that mark and continued his ascent as if nothing had happened, closing in on the 650-meter mark. + +"He isn’t slowing down at all!" + +"Does he plan to continue like this until the very end?" + +"Is this his last stand against the pressure acting on him?" + +The crowd of geniuses gathered at the base of the monolith was shocked by Max’s pace of ascent in the 600-meter range. They had thought he was at his last breath when he paused at the 550-meter mark, but now they understood they were fools for believing something like that. + +On the other hand, Nathan and Tom’s faces turned grim as Max raced toward the 650-meter mark, as if the pressure acting on him had disappeared completely. + +"Is he climbing the same monolith or what?" Princess Aveline exclaimed, seeing Max’s pace. + +Sam grinned, glancing at the so-called ’top geniuses’ of the other regions. "Now that’s what only an outstanding genius can do," he commented, feeling a bit overwhelmed himself. + +While they had expected Max to have great talents and strength, what they were witnessing surpassed their previous expectations to a large degree. + +At this moment, Max climbed past the 650-meter mark at a pace so fast that everyone could only dream of doing that. But again, he didn’t stop and headed toward the 700-meter mark. + +’By using the Fusion State of flame and sword, my mastery over it will increase eventually after being tempered by the pressure around me… I should only focus my mind on ascending the monolith and comprehending the lightning element,’ Max’s mind raced as he slowly made his way toward the 700-meter mark. + +Not having to worry about anything else, Max increased his pace to the maximum as he climbed the monolith while comprehending the lightning element. + +Read latest stories on freewebnovel + +With such speed, in no time, he crossed the 700-meter mark and continued toward the 750-meter mark, his ascent speed only decreasing slightly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1320.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1320.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3fda78c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1320.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1313: Eve of the Final Battle" +slug: "ch-1320" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1320 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max and Lucien arrived back in Acaris, and at that moment it felt as though the world itself had been emptied. Every city, every battlefield, every hidden corner of the planet was silent. All living beings had already been stored away, leaving only the two of them standing beneath the vast sky of a dying world. + +They flew out from the secret chamber of the Four God Nation and rose into the open heavens. The moment they did, they felt it. + +A familiar yet suffocating presence waiting without impatience. Ahead of them stood Mark. His figure hovered calmly in the air, his expression composed and almost serene. Behind him stretched an army of Ascendants, their auras layered together like a wall of pressure that distorted the space around them. + +Max’s eyes narrowed when he recognized one of the figures among them. Cain. The same Cain he had met back in the Lower Domain when the Ascendants first descended to recruit him. Time had passed, yet the cold arrogance in Cain’s gaze remained unchanged. + +Mark slowly raised his hand and pointed toward the distant horizon. "Can you see that?" he asked in a low voice. + +Max and Lucien turned in the direction Mark indicated. What they saw made even Max’s expression tighten. + +A massive dark red cloud was advancing across the sky like a living calamity. It churned and pulsed as it moved, devouring everything in its path. Entire regions of the Middle Domain had already vanished beneath it, erased without leaving behind even ruins. From the speed at which it was spreading, it would not take more than a few days before the entire Middle Domain was consumed. + +"This world is doomed," Mark said slowly, his tone carrying neither anger nor sorrow. "Neither you nor I can stop it in our current state." + +Max looked back at him, his gaze sharp. "Even with your full power, you are saying you are useless here?" + +Mark let out a quiet chuckle, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "No. With my full strength, there is a chance I can fight it and force that red cloud to retreat. A chance," he emphasized. "But that only happens if I am complete." + +He then looked directly at Max. "So tell me. Are you willing to hand over the last two parts of my soul?" + +Max did not answer immediately. His silence stretched for a moment before he spoke. "How do I trust you?" + +Mark smiled, genuinely this time, as if he found the question amusing. "That is the interesting part, Max. You cannot." + +His smile widened slightly as he continued. "You have no choice. Either you give me the remaining fragments of my soul, or this world is devoured by that foolish spirit. Those are the only outcomes." + +He gestured casually toward the sky. "The ascension tunnel is destroyed. You cannot leave this world. You cannot escape to another realm. Every being you care about is bound here just as much as I am. So make your decision." + +Mark’s eyes locked onto Max’s. "Choose wisely." + +Max looked at Mark and let out a light laugh, one that carried no mockery and no triumph. "You know, I used to hate you from the bottom of my heart," he said calmly. "For a long time, that hatred kept me moving forward. But recently, I realized something. I cannot bring myself to hate you anymore. The only thing I feel now is pity. You were meant to be the one who saved this world from every catastrophe it might face, and yet you stand here as the very opposite of that destiny." + +He looked at Mark steadily, his voice lowering. "Do you even remember what happened to you? Do you understand what led you down this path, or has the corruption of that blood wiped everything away?" + +"I know. I know!" Mark’s voice exploded with rage, as if Max’s words had struck something deep and raw within him. His composure shattered, his aura surging violently around him. "I fought for this world countless times. I died for it more times than I can remember. And what did I get in return? I was ambushed by those four beasts, betrayed by the very existence I was trying to protect, and turned into this monster." + +His eyes burned as he continued. "I wanted revenge. I wanted to kill those four beasts with my own hands. But they vanished. They hid themselves so well that I could not find them no matter how hard I searched." + +Mark’s voice dropped into something darker. "That was when I realized the truth. Everything that happened to me happened because I tried to protect these worthless humans. The moment that realization settled in, something inside me broke. Ten thousand years ago, I started a massacre. Millions died. Ascendants slaughtered cities. Nulls erased entire regions. People screamed, begged, cursed the heavens. And you know what?" His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Watching them die gave me fulfillment. It made me feel alive again." + +He clenched his fists as memories surged through him. "But it did not last. Not long after that, a being from the Divine Realm descended and nearly killed me. If I were not immortal, I would have died that day. That only deepened my hatred for humans. They were weak. They were fragile. They brought nothing but disaster." + +Mark fixed his gaze on Max, his eyes filled with violent resolve. "So do not pity me. Do not ever think that I am merely the result of some cursed blood. This is who I am now. I chose this path. I embraced it. This is not because of that blood alone. This is me. I am an immortal, I am a god. The god of this world."𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Max studied Mark in silence for a long moment, his gaze deep and unwavering, as if he were looking past the madness and into whatever fragments of the man still remained beneath it. + +Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand and brought out the remaining two fragments of Mark’s soul. The air around them trembled faintly, responding to the resonance of something that was never meant to be separated in the first place. + +"Take them," Max said quietly, his voice steady. + +The moment the soul fragments appeared, the scene changed. The sword that had once been embedded deep within the heart, along with the blade floating beside the corrupted crown, suddenly dissolved. They did not shatter violently. + +Instead, they broke apart into countless golden fragments that shimmered like shards of sunlight. Those fragments did not scatter aimlessly. They were drawn toward the evil sword in Max’s possession, flowing into it as if returning to their rightful place. + +As the fragments merged, the sword erupted with a brilliant golden radiance. The dark and malevolent aura clinging to it was erased completely, washed away by overwhelming purity. + +In that instant, the infernal and evil energies that had tainted the blade for so long vanished, and what remained was its true form, a divine sword restored to its original glory, radiant and calm, as if it had never known corruption. + +Mark did not spare the slightest glance at the transformation. The reborn divine sword, the fading darkness, even Max standing before him, none of it mattered. His eyes were locked onto the crown and the heart, his expression intense and almost reverent. + +He could feel it clearly. The two missing fragments of his soul were there, sealed within those vessels, calling out to him with an undeniable pull. The hunger, the incompleteness that had plagued him for ages, surged violently within his chest. + +In that moment, the entire world seemed to narrow to a single point for Mark, the promise of wholeness burning brighter than anything else before him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1321.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1321.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1af0773 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1321.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1314: Final Battle - 1" +slug: "ch-1321" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1321 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1091 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Mark did not hesitate for even a heartbeat. The golden heart moved first, dissolving into streams of radiant light as it surged forward and merged into his chest. The moment it integrated, the second fragment of his soul returned to its rightful place, and Mark released a deep breath that sounded almost like relief. + +Immediately after, the crown stained by the True Origin Devil Blood floated upward on its own. It hovered briefly before him, pulsing with dark red light, then descended and settled atop his head as if it had never left. + +In that instant, the sky of Acaris split open with a violent tremor. A massive beam of dark red light tore straight through the heavens, piercing the clouds and reaching far beyond sight. The pressure that followed was suffocating. + +With his soul fully restored and the crown reclaimed, Mark’s presence surged explosively. His aura expanded without restraint, carrying both divine authority and overwhelming malice, eclipsing anything he had displayed before. He was not merely restored. He had surpassed his former peak. + +"Hahahaha!" Mark laughed, his voice echoing across the empty world like rolling thunder. "At last. I am whole again. I am finally at my full strength." The familiar sensation of boundless divine power flooding every corner of his body made him feel reborn. Every wound, every fracture, every lingering imperfection vanished as if they had never existed. + +"Now go ahead and take care of the red cloud calamity," Max said loudly, his voice cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. + +Mark turned slowly to face him, his gaze sharp and filled with contempt, as though he were looking at someone who had lost all reason. "I do not know whether I should praise your foolishness or admire your bravery," he said coldly. "To return my remaining soul fragments and my crown so willingly. Max, this may be the greatest mistake you have ever made in your life." + +Max met his gaze and smiled faintly. "Strange. I feel like this is one of the few truly good decisions I have made." + +"You seem oddly confident," Mark sneered. "Do you actually believe you can kill me, or even defeat me?" + +"You were almost killed once," Max replied calmly. "You were defeated too. You are not invincible. You are merely difficult to kill. If that were not the case, your false divinity would have ended ten thousand years ago." + +Mark’s expression hardened instantly, his eyes turning glacial. "Are you eager to die?" he asked. "I regretted failing to kill you before. Today, that regret will be corrected." + +"I would love to fight," Max said, his smile widening slightly, "but first." + +He snapped his fingers. + +Nothing visible happened. There was no explosion, no surge of light, no dramatic shift that the eye could catch. Yet those who truly understood power felt it immediately. A vast layer of defensive spatial laws spread silently across the entire world, sealing Acaris within an invisible cage. + +Max had done this for a single reason. He knew that neither Lucien nor him could not unleash their full strength while the spatial laws of this world remained broken. The moment such power was released under normal circumstances, the fragile structure of space would collapse, birthing a black hole that would consume everything without discrimination. + +What Max had done did not heal the world’s damaged spatial laws. Instead, he temporarily replaced them with his own. + +Using the fifth level concept of space, Max imposed his personal spatial authority over the entire planet. + +For the duration of this battle, the laws of space would answer to him alone. + +"Now, come," Max said calmly as he raised his hand and beckoned Mark forward with a single finger. + +The moment those words left his mouth, Mark vanished. Space seemed to collapse inward for an instant before his figure reappeared directly in front of Max, his arm already in motion. A fist carrying overwhelming divine authority tore through the air, its speed and power transcending sound and light alike. + +Any peak Divine Rank expert caught by such an attack would have been erased instantly, their body and soul shattered before they could even register what had happened. + +Yet Max saw it. + +With the ultimate perception granted by the Three Dimensional Body, the world slowed dramatically in his eyes. The trajectory of Mark’s fist unfolded clearly before him, every minute fluctuation of force laid bare. His body, long ago tempered to an extreme degree by the Giant Dwarves, reacted instinctively. + +Max clenched his own fist, gathering the raw power of his entire physique without relying on techniques or concepts, and drove it forward to meet the incoming blow head on. + +BANG! + +The collision shook the heavens. A titanic shockwave exploded outward from the point where their fists met, rippling across the sky like a collapsing star. Space distorted violently, and the air screamed under the pressure. + +Several of the weaker Ascendants standing behind Mark were blasted away as if struck by an invisible hammer, their bodies spinning uncontrollably as they coughed up black blood, their internal organs suffering heavy damage despite not being directly targeted. + +Neither Max nor Mark retreated. + +Mark’s eyes flashed with savage excitement as he twisted his waist and delivered another punch, faster and heavier than the first. Max stepped in instead of back, meeting the strike with his shoulder before countering with a brutal hook aimed at Mark’s ribs.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Their fists and bodies clashed again and again in rapid succession, each exchange detonating the surrounding space with violent force. Every single attack carried enough power to instantly kill a peak Divine Rank expert, yet both of them endured without flinching. + +Another punch. Another impact. Another thunderous explosion. + +The sky above Acaris trembled continuously as shockwaves overlapped and collided, tearing clouds apart and warping the very atmosphere. The ground far below cracked and split despite being reinforced by Max’s spatial laws, massive fissures forming as if the planet itself were struggling to withstand their battle. + +To any observer, it was no longer a fight between two beings, but a collision of disasters given form. + +"Hahaha, this is the feeling!" Mark laughed wildly as he traded blows with Max, his divine power surging with every movement. + +Max remained silent, his expression focused and cold, his body flowing seamlessly from defense to offense as he matched Mark strike for strike. This was not a battle of techniques or strategies yet. It was a brutal exchange of pure strength, speed, and killing intent, a test to determine whose foundation would break first under absolute force. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1322.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1322.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa92b0f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1322.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1315: Final Battle - 2" +slug: "ch-1322" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1322 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1235 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After several brutal exchanges of fists, the very rhythm of the battle began to change. The sky above Acaris had long since lost its calm, clouds torn apart and scattered as if caught in an endless storm. + +The land below trembled continuously, mountains cracking, seas surging violently, and entire regions groaning under the pressure of the two forces colliding again and again. Each clash between Max and Mark sent shockwaves rippling through the world, not as isolated impacts, but as a continuous calamity that made the planet itself feel fragile. + +Mark’s patience finally snapped. + +A vicious snarl twisted his face as he drew his fists back, crimson light surging violently around his arms. Raw infernal energy poured out from his body, dense and oppressive, wrapping his fist in layers of destructive power born from corrupted divine authority. + +The air around his arm warped instantly, space screaming under the pressure as Mark stepped forward and slammed his fist toward Max with absolute killing intent. This was no longer a simple exchange of blows. This was an attack meant to end everything in its path. + +Max did not retreat. + +Instead, he smiled faintly, as if he had been waiting for this moment. He clenched his own fist and allowed a tiny fraction of power from the First Divine Vein of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin, to flow through his body. + +The change was subtle, almost imperceptible, yet the laws of the world reacted instantly. A profound and ancient force awakened within Max’s fist, one that felt fundamentally different from infernal or divine energy. It was pure origin, raw existence itself condensed into a single point. + +Their fists met. + +The impact was beyond cataclysmic. + +A deafening explosion tore through the world, far louder than any previous clash. The sky shattered into fragmentation of distorted light, space buckling violently despite Max’s spatial laws struggling to hold it together. + +The ground below collapsed inward, forming massive craters that spread for hundreds of kilometers, while distant continents shook as if struck by a planetary quake. Oceans surged wildly, tsunamis forming across distant shores even though no direct force had touched them. + +For a brief moment, it felt as if the entire world of Acaris had been struck by a hammer from the heavens. + +Ascendants watching from afar were hurled through the air like leaves in a storm, many of them losing consciousness instantly as blood sprayed from their mouths and ears. Even those at the peak of Divine Rank were forced to retreat desperately, their bodies screaming under the residual pressure of that single exchange. + +At the center of it all, Max and Mark remained locked in place, fists pressed together, energies colliding violently between them. + +Mark’s eyes widened slightly for the first time. The infernal energy coating his arm trembled, cracks spreading through it as if it were being eroded by something far more fundamental. + +Max stood firm, his posture relaxed yet unyielding, the power of the Vein of Origin flowing steadily through him. + +"This," Max said calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos, "is the difference between borrowed corruption and true origin." + +The world continued to quake around them, the echoes of that single clash lingering like the aftershock of a dying star, making it painfully clear that this battle was no longer just between two beings. It was a struggle that threatened the very existence of the world itself. + +"Borrowed power?" Mark scoffed, his lips curling in disdain as he stared at Max. In the very next instant, Max felt the world around him tighten. Invisible chains snapped shut as layers of spatial laws folded inward, locking him in place with brutal precision. + +Mark had invoked his own mastery over space, forcing Max into a fixed point where even movement felt forbidden. + +"Let us see how you escape this," Mark laughed as he strode forward, his every step warping the air beneath his feet. + +Before he could reach Max, the heavens above Mark darkened abruptly. The sky turned pitch black, as though night itself had collapsed downward. + +From that darkness, countless colossal weapons manifested and began to fall. Swords, spears, halberds, and massive blades descended like a divine execution, each one as large as an asteroid and wreathed in overwhelming heat. + +These weapons were forged from the fifth level concept of flames, their sheer size and density bending gravity as they plunged downward with apocalyptic force. + +This was Max’s flame inheritance. The Black Sun. + +High above the battlefield, a gigantic black flaming crown formed, its edges dripping with searing fire that devoured light itself. At the same time, a smaller and far more refined crown of black flames appeared above Max’s head, perfectly controlled and silent. + +As the colossal weapons crashed down toward Mark, the world shook violently. Continents trembled, oceans roared, and the sky fractured with waves of scorching pressure. Each impact detonated like a falling star, forcing Mark to halt his advance as he was buried beneath an unending rain of annihilation. + +The relentless barrage slowed Mark just enough. + +Within the spatial prison, Max’s eyes glowed coldly. He focused, channeling his will through the fifth level concept of space. His own spatial laws surged outward, clashing directly against Mark’s spatial laws. The lock shattered under the pressure, space screaming as Max tore free, the invisible restraints collapsing into nothingness. + +"Take this!" Max shouted as he surged forward. + +Flames erupted around his arm as he invoked another inheritance. The Flame Tyrant. A colossal flaming fist formed, massive and domineering, its heat so intense that the air ignited around it. The fist expanded as it flew, carrying the wrath of a tyrant who ruled over fire itself, and slammed straight toward Mark with world crushing force. + +"Pathetic," Mark laughed, planting his feet and meeting the attack head on. + +Bang! + +The flaming fist exploded on impact, fire scattering across the sky in a catastrophic blast that sent shockwaves rippling across the planet. Entire mountain ranges in the distance collapsed, reduced to rubble by the residual force alone. The sea below split momentarily, revealing the ocean floor before crashing back together in towering tsunamis. + +But within the explosion, something was wrong. + +The flames dispersed, revealing Max standing calmly in midair, his posture already shifted. The flaming fist had never been meant to land. It was a decoy. + +In Max’s hands, a sword gleamed with terrifying clarity. + +"One Sword. All Conquered." + +The words fell like a sentence of judgment. + +Max unleashed the final move of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. The blade descended, carrying absolute severance, space splitting cleanly before it. There was no roar, no excessive light. Just a single, devastating strike that cut through everything in its path. + +Bang! + +The sword hit Mark head on. + +The impact was beyond catastrophic. The sky imploded inward, space tearing apart in jagged fractures as Mark was blasted away like a falling star. His body streaked across the heavens before crashing into the ground with unstoppable momentum. The planet convulsed as he struck, a crater forming that spanned hundreds of kilometers, the shockwave circling the globe and shaking every remaining structure to its core. + +Dust, fire, and shattered land filled the horizon. + +At the center of the devastation, Max hovered silently, sword lowered, his gaze fixed on the smoking impact zone. Every clash so far had been enough to destroy a world, and this battle had only just begun. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1323.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1323.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f3dbc60 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1323.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1316: Final Battle - 3" +slug: "ch-1323" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1323 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1076 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stared down at the vast crater carved into the ground and did not entertain even a single thought that the previous strike had ended the battle. If Mark could be killed so easily, then the name immortal evil god would have been nothing more than an empty joke spoken by fearful mortals. + +"Hahaha." + +As expected, Mark’s laughter echoed from within the depths of the crater, distorted yet full of vitality. The shattered land trembled as his presence surged upward once more. "Who would have thought," Mark said with undisguised amusement, "that the small genius from the Lower Domain, the one I could once manipulate with a flick of my hand, could now fight me on equal footing." + +His figure rose into the sky, the broken earth falling away beneath him as he hovered opposite Max. His gaze locked onto Max with something close to admiration. "You, Max, are the strongest genius this world has ever produced," he declared openly. "Lucien is no genius. He was simply a god gifted child from birth. You are different. You started with nothing and climbed your way to this height step by step. That makes you a true genius." + +A cruel smile spread across his face. "And I enjoy nothing more than crushing geniuses at their peak. So come. Show me your true power. Show me your true strength." + +Max exhaled slowly, his breathing steady despite the overwhelming pressure radiating from Mark. He raised his sword, and in that moment, he stopped holding back. The fifth level concept of severing sword was released fully. + +The effect was immediate and terrifying. + +The space around Max began to fracture without sound. Invisible lines of severance spread outward like cracks in reality itself, slicing through air, light, and space as if they were nothing more than fragile fabric. The very laws of the world recoiled, struggling to remain intact under the absolute authority of severance. The sky warped violently, and the ground beneath Max split apart in clean, unnaturally precise cuts that extended endlessly into the distance. + +If not for the fifth level concept of space that Max had already imposed upon the battlefield, the consequences would have been catastrophic beyond measure. Entire regions of the world would have been cleaved apart, continents torn asunder, and the planet itself pushed toward collapse. Max’s spatial authority sealed the area tightly, forcing the destructive reach of severance to remain confined, even as reality strained against the restriction. + +Within that sealed domain, Max stood at the center like an executioner embodying finality itself. His sword hummed softly, not with energy, but with intent. Everything before it felt divisible. Everything felt temporary. + +Mark’s laughter slowly faded as he felt it. + +His expression sharpened, his instincts screaming in alarm as the severing power brushed against his divine authority. For the first time since regaining his full strength, Mark felt something dangerously close to threat. + +Max lifted his gaze, eyes calm and unwavering, as the severing concept continued to expand around him, turning the battlefield into a realm where even existence itself could be cut apart at his will. + +And then he moved... + +The moment Max stepped forward, the world itself seemed to recoil in anticipation. His sword moved, not in haste, not in hesitation, but with absolute certainty, and a single arc of severing intent swept outward. It did not roar or blaze with light. It simply existed, and everything in its path began to split apart as if reality had accepted its own division. + +Mark vanished from the line of attack at the final instant, his figure reappearing far to the side, and the severing wave continued onward unchecked. The distant horizon twisted violently as a massive section of land was sliced away cleanly, the cut so precise that even the sky above it warped and collapsed inward before stabilizing under Max’s spatial seal. + +Mark glanced toward the destruction with a faint smile that carried neither fear nor urgency. "What a powerful attack," he said calmly, his voice steady despite the devastation. "Yet you missed." + +Max did not respond. His sword moved again, this time faster, and then faster still. Each swing carried the full authority of the fifth level concept of severing sword, and each arc was capable of ending existence within its reach. + +Mark weaved between them with frightening precision, sometimes stepping aside, sometimes shifting through space itself, allowing the attacks to pass by him by the narrowest margin. Every missed strike carved into the sealed battlefield, tearing away mountains, vaporizing seas, and leaving behind vast empty scars where the world had once existed. + +The spatial barrier trembled repeatedly under the strain, forced to constantly repair itself as Max’s power threatened to overwhelm even his own control. + +Yet despite the destruction, Mark remained untouched. + +"You are choosing to dodge," Max said at last, his voice calm but heavy with intent. "That means you know these attacks can hurt you." + +Mark laughed softly as another severing slash passed so close that it cut away a portion of his cloak. "Or it means I find dodging more entertaining," he replied. "Do not misunderstand, Max. I can block them." + +To prove his words, Mark raised his hand as Max unleashed another strike, one sharper and denser than before. The severing power crashed into Mark’s palm, and the impact shook the entire sealed domain. + +Space folded inward violently, light fractured, and the ground beneath Mark’s feet collapsed into a massive abyss. For a brief moment, the severing intent pressed against him with terrifying force, but Mark stood unmoved, his divine authority flaring as he held the attack back with raw power alone. + +With a casual twist of his wrist, he dispersed it, the severing energy unraveling harmlessly into nothing. + +"You see," Mark said, lowering his hand. "I block because I choose to. I dodge because I choose to. This battle is not as one sided as you wish it to be." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, yet his grip on the sword remained steady. He knew Mark was telling the truth. Each of his attacks carried the power to destroy beings beyond Divine Rank, yet Mark met them without desperation, without panic. The distance between them was measured not in strength alone but in endurance, control, and the cost each was willing to pay. + +Though he did manage to trick Mark. And that was the first step. + +’That’s the limit of my sword attacks. Keep thinking that.’ Max mused inwardly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1324.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1324.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..68909c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1324.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1317: Final Battle - 4" +slug: "ch-1324" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1324 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1256 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +They clashed again, sword and divine power colliding in rapid succession. Max’s severing strikes tore through space with relentless precision, while Mark countered with overwhelming force, divine authority crashing against severance in violent shockwaves that shook the world to its core. + +Every exchange sent ripples across the sealed battlefield, and even the spatial laws Max had imposed began to show signs of strain. Yet neither retreated. Neither faltered. + +It became clear to both of them that this was not a battle decided by a single blow or a single mistake. This was a confrontation between two beings standing at the absolute peak of what this world could produce. + +Max restrained the greater depths of his power and continued to rely only on the fifth level concept of severing sword because this was never meant to be a reckless exchange of blows. From the very beginning, he had been testing, measuring, and confirming his suspicions with every clash. + +He understood better than anyone that among all the concepts he possessed, the concept of severing sword stood at the very peak of destructive authority in this world, rivaled only by the concept of time which he had deliberately hidden away as his final trump card. Time was absolute, but severing was final. + +Time could overturn outcomes, but severing could erase the very possibility of those outcomes ever existing. Because of that, Max had no intention of revealing everything too early. He wanted one decisive opening, one strike that would not merely wound Mark but leave behind damage that could not be repaired by divine power, immortality, or the authority of a crownbearer. + +The more he fought, the clearer his conviction became. Mark’s strength did not stem solely from raw power or the crown atop his head. It came from the laws of this world itself, from causality, from cause and effect that dictated that divine power must restore, must respond, and must perpetuate itself endlessly. + +Mark existed as a result and a source of those laws, making him extraordinarily difficult to destroy by conventional means. Yet the concept of severing sword was different. It did not destroy energy. It did not overpower defenses. It severed connections. It cut relationships. It erased links between cause and consequence. + +If Max could push this concept one step further, if he could elevate it beyond mere cutting and into the realm of law breaking, then even the divine power sustaining Mark could be sliced apart. Not injured. Not weakened. Severed. And if causality itself was cut, then healing would become meaningless. + +For Max to truly cut through the laws of causality that sustained Mark, he understood that mastery over a fifth level concept alone was not enough. What he needed was a deeper evolution of understanding, something that existed beyond concepts themselves. This was where the idea of a Cosmic Path came into play.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The Cosmic Path was not something spoken of in mortal worlds, nor was it a power that could be grasped through talent alone. It was a principle known in the Divine Realm, a threshold that separated those who merely wielded laws from those who defined them. + +Max had learned of it long ago from his master, not as a technique or an art but as a truth of cultivation. In the Divine Realm, once a cultivator pushed a concept to the fifth level, they were forced to make a choice. From that moment onward, they could no longer rely on borrowed understanding or inherited doctrines. + +They had to create their own path, a direction that determined how their laws would grow, evolve, and eventually transcend the realm of concepts. That chosen direction was known as a Cosmic Path. + +A Cosmic Path was not a fixed formula. It was a reflection of the cultivator’s will, personality, experiences, and beliefs. It defined how their law interacted with the universe and how the universe responded in return. Some paths focused on domination, others on balance, others on destruction or creation, but all of them were uniquely personal. + +Two cultivators could master the same concept to the same level, yet their Cosmic Paths would never be identical. This was because a Cosmic Path was not just power, it was identity. It was the answer to a single question that every true expert eventually had to face. + +What do you want your law to become. + +For Max, this realization carried an immense weight. If he wished to walk the Cosmic Path of the Concept of Severing Sword, then he could not simply rely on the idea of cutting enemies or destroying defenses. He had to decide what severing truly meant to him. Was it the severing of flesh, the severing of energy, or the severing of existence itself. Was it meant to end battles, end lives, or end inevitability. + +The concept of severing already held terrifying potential, capable of slicing through matter, space, and even abstract connections. Yet to elevate it further, Max needed to refine its purpose. He needed to shape it into something that could one day grow into a Cosmic Path unique to him alone, a path that could sever causality, destiny, and the chains that bound gods to their thrones. + +And in the midst of his battle with Mark, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Max realized that this path would not be found through meditation alone. It would be forged through resolve, through conflict, and through the unwavering decision to cut away everything that stood between him and the end he had chosen. + +He did not need to fully comprehend a Cosmic Path, nor did he need to give it a name or define its end. What he needed was far simpler and far more dangerous. He needed to understand the direction his severing should take. He needed to decide what his blade was meant to cut when faced with something that could not be killed by ordinary means. + +As his sword continued to descend again and again, Mark dodged some strikes and blocked others with frightening ease, yet every swing carved scars into the world itself. Mountains split apart in the distance, oceans were cleaved into boiling chasms, and the sky fractured like brittle glass whenever a slash missed its target. + +"One Sword All Conquered," Max shouted once more as his blade descended with absolute will. Mark crossed his arms and blocked it head on, yet the impact still hurled him across the land like a falling star, carving a trench that stretched for countless kilometers. + +Before the dust could even settle, Max exhaled slowly and released everything he had been holding back. The fifth level concept of severing sword surged outward from his blade, no longer restrained, and the space around him began to tear as though reality itself could not withstand its presence. + +At the same time, the fifth level concept of flames roared to life, black and crimson fire coiling around his body with tyrannical intent, while the fifth level concept of ice spread outward in ghostly silence, freezing shockwaves and suspending debris in midair. + +Lightning howled as the fifth level concept of thunder wrapped around him in arcs of red and blue light, each bolt screaming with destructive authority, and finally the fifth level concept of space descended like an invisible cage, sealing the surrounding world and preventing it from collapsing under the strain of his power. + +The moment all of these forces erupted together, the planet itself shuddered as though it were on the verge of breaking apart. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1325.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1325.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..640bcc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1325.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1318: Final Battle - 5" +slug: "ch-1325" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1325 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max did not hold back any longer. The moment his resolve solidified, he attacked with everything he had, and the world answered with terror. His sword moved first, carrying the full authority of the fifth level Concept of Severing Sword, and every swing tore open the sky itself, leaving behind rifts that screamed as they tried to close. + +Each slash that Mark avoided did not fade harmlessly but instead continued onward, cleaving continents apart and slicing seas into boiling abysses as though the planet were made of fragile parchment. + +At the same time, the Black Sun inheritance awakened completely, and colossal weapons forged from black flames descended from the heavens like falling stars. Swords, spears, and massive halberds formed from tyrannical fire crashed down toward Mark with world ending force, each one burning with the fifth level Concept of Flames. + +From Max’s body, ice surged outward as well, not as simple frost but as absolute cold born from the fifth level Concept of Ice, and enormous crystalline spikes reached across space itself, seeking to impale Mark and freeze his divine authority at its source. + +Red lightning flashed violently around Max’s form, each bolt infused with the fifth level Concept of Lightning, striking again and again with speed so extreme that the air itself failed to react in time, while spatial distortions twisted the battlefield as the fifth level Concept of Space bent distance and direction to ensure that no escape came easily. + +None of these powers were restrained, and even those concepts Max had not fully mastered roared at their peak simply because they had reached the fifth level, where quantity of control mattered less than the absolute quality of authority they represented.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +Mark stood at the center of this storm, blocking some attacks with calm precision and evading others with terrifying ease, yet even he could not ignore the magnitude of what was unleashed. Every time he chose to dodge, another part of the world paid the price, and every time he chose to block, the impact sent shockwaves rippling across the planet and beyond. + +Sometimes he was even blown away and sent flying crashing into the world. + +Mountains collapsed into dust, the sky fractured under pressure it was never meant to endure, and the very laws that governed the world trembled as though they were being rewritten through violence alone. + +This was not a simple display of multiple elements working together. This was the overwhelming expression of several fifth level concepts unleashed simultaneously, each one carrying the strongest possible manifestation of its nature regardless of refinement. + +Max stood amid the chaos like a calamity given form, his body glowing with layered authorities that threatened to tear the world apart if not for the spatial laws he had imposed, and in that moment it became clear that this battle was no longer about victory alone. It was a clash between a being bound by the causality of the world and a mortal who had begun to carve his own direction through it. + +"Is this your peak?" Mark laughed as he rose from the shattered depths of the crater, his body floating effortlessly into the air while divine light and corrupted crimson power intertwined around him. "Let me show you my full strength as well." The crown atop his head blazed violently, and in that instant the divine authority of the world responded to him like a loyal servant. + +The skies twisted as layers of reality peeled back, revealing vast manifestations of cause and effect woven directly into Mark’s will. Entire regions of space folded inward as colossal divine constructs formed around him, oceans of compressed energy swirling like galaxies being born and destroyed at the same time. + +A single gesture from Mark caused mountains to invert into spears of continental size, tearing free from the planet and hurling themselves toward Max with power capable of erasing existence itself. Rivers of divine force surged through the air, rewriting gravity and time locally, while shockwaves radiated outward that could have annihilated peak Divine Rank experts countless times over before they even understood what had struck them. + +This was not borrowed strength or corrupted instinct alone, but the full expression of a crownbearer wielding the absolute authority of his world, bending natural law into weapons meant to end all resistance. + +Max did not retreat even as the world screamed under the pressure. His eyes sharpened, and the fifth level concepts he wielded surged in perfect coordination. Space condensed and stabilized around him as his Concept of Space locked the battlefield in place, preventing the planet from collapsing under Mark’s divine onslaught. + +His Concept of Severing Sword flared, and every swing of his blade cut through not just energy and matter but the intent behind Mark’s attacks, severing cause from effect and forcing world ending techniques to collapse before fully manifesting. + +Black flames erupted into massive shields and counterstrikes, consuming divine constructs mid descent and reducing them to nothingness. Ice spread in absolute dominion, freezing torrents of divine power solid and shattering them into drifting fragments of dead law. + +Lightning ripped through the heavens with tyrannical speed, striking Mark’s attacks again and again, destabilizing them at their core before they could converge. Each defensive motion from Max was also an act of destruction, and each clash between their powers sent tremors across the entire world, cracking continents and boiling seas despite the spatial cage restraining the worst of the damage. + +They fought without pause, world ending techniques colliding in relentless succession as divine authority and conceptual dominion clashed again and again. Mark unleashed storms that could erase civilizations in a heartbeat, while Max answered with sword strikes that carved those storms apart and erased their existence from reality itself. + +The battlefield became a place where the rules of the world were rewritten every second, where survival depended on absolute mastery rather than brute force alone. Neither side yielded, neither slowed, and with every exchange it became clearer that this was no longer a battle between a corrupted god and a mortal challenger. + +It was a confrontation between two beings standing at the edge of something greater, each strike echoing with the promise that the world itself would not survive if one of them faltered. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1326.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1326.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3bc9932 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1326.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1319: Final Battle - 6" +slug: "ch-1326" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1326 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1167 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Mark’s expression shifted from amusement to cold focus as he decided to show Max the depth of authority a crownbearer truly possessed. He extended a single finger toward the horizon and the world answered with terror. + +Far away, beyond sight, the crust of the planet began to peel apart as if reality itself were being unzipped. Entire regions were folded inward and compressed into a singular point of absolute density, then hurled toward Max as a collapsing world core. This attack was not fire or lightning or force but inevitability given shape, a condensed fate meant to end everything it touched. + +As it traveled, time around it slowed and bent, and even concepts like distance began to lose meaning. Max responded by anchoring space around himself with his fifth level concept of space and then swinging his sword with the full authority of the Concept of Severing Sword. + +The blade did not clash with the world core but cut through its destined outcome, splitting the attack into two harmless streams of dissolving reality that vanished before touching him. + +Mark did not pause even for a breath. He raised his crown high and spoke a word that was not sound but command, and the sky answered by turning inside out. Stars appeared in the daylight and each star burned with divine authority rather than light. + +One by one they fell, not as meteors but as divine judgments that erased the air around them and rewrote the terrain they struck. Where one star landed, existence ceased for a brief moment before violently reasserting itself in a twisted form. Max met this catastrophe by releasing his fifth level concepts together in harmony. + +Lightning tore upward to meet the falling stars and split them apart while black flames devoured their divine essence and ice froze the shockwaves they created, preventing them from spreading. Even so, the sheer scale of the attack caused the world to quake violently, and cracks spread across the distant land despite Max’s efforts to contain the damage. + +Seeing that raw devastation alone would not overwhelm his opponent, Mark changed tactics entirely. His gaze sharpened and the divine power of the crown flowed inward instead of outward. In an instant, the world around Max began to forget him. + +The air no longer recognized his presence, the ground refused to support his weight, and even causality tried to erase the connection between Max and the moment he existed in. This was a god’s erasure, an attack that did not destroy the body but removed the right to exist. + +Max felt the pressure immediately as his artificial soul strained under the assault, yet his eyes remained calm. He invoked the Concept of Severing Sword at its absolute limit and swung not at Mark but at himself, severing the collapsing chain of causality that sought to unmake him. + +’I can sever the causalities from Mark’s attacks but can I severed the connection between him and the crown for even one bit?’ Max thought as he kept fighting. + +Space shuddered violently as the erasure failed, and Max reasserted his existence with sheer will, standing firm as the world reluctantly acknowledged him once more. + +Mark laughed again, though this time there was a hint of disbelief beneath it. He stomped his foot and the heartbeat of the world responded. From the depths of the planet rose titanic pillars formed of divine authority, each one representing a fundamental law of the world such as growth, decay, order and destruction. + +These pillars did not strike Max directly but instead began rotating around him, forming a divine prison that crushed inward with the weight of the world’s own rules. Max countered by expanding his spatial domain to its limit and releasing waves of severing intent that sliced through the pillars’ foundations. + +Each cut caused a law to scream and collapse, and the prison shattered violently, sending fragments of broken authority scattering across the sealed battlefield. + +With every exchange, it became clear that Mark’s attacks were not merely powerful but godlike in nature, each one a different expression of absolute dominion over the world. + +At the same time, Max’s defenses and counters proved just as terrifying, as his fifth level concepts allowed him to deny godhood itself. Their battle no longer resembled a fight between two beings but rather a clash between the will of the world and the defiance of a single mortal who refused to kneel. + +For several minutes the battle continued in a brutal rhythm where neither side gained a clear advantage. Max kept Mark occupied by constantly shifting between offense and defense, forcing him to respond again and again while preventing him from gathering momentum. + +Sometimes Max pressed forward with relentless sword strikes that carved through space itself, while at other times he anchored himself and shattered Mark’s godlike attacks with precise counters. + +The sealed world shook without pause as shockwaves rolled endlessly across the land, and even with Max’s spatial laws holding the world together, deep fractures formed in reality that refused to fully close. + +Mark appeared dominant to any observer, his divine power overflowing without restraint, yet Max never retreated and never faltered, his movements calm and deliberate as if he were waiting for something rather than struggling to survive. + +Then Max’s eyes sharpened, and in that instant Lucien could feel that something had changed. The chaotic exchange ceased as Max vanished from where he stood and reappeared directly before Mark without warning, so close that the divine aura of the crown pressed down like a mountain. There was no buildup, no combination of elements, no overwhelming display of power.𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 + +Max raised his sword and released only a single law, the pure fifth level Concept of Severing Sword, refined and condensed to its absolute limit. His voice was calm as he spoke the name of the technique. "One Sword. All Conquered." It was the same move he had used before, the same stance, the same trajectory. + +Mark laughed instinctively as he raised his hand to block it just as he had done every time before. + +That laugh died instantly. + +The sword passed through Mark’s hand as if it were mist, severing not flesh but the very authority that made his body immortal. The cut did not stop there. The blade continued forward without resistance, slicing through his arm, his torso, and his divine core in one continuous motion. There was no explosion, no clash, no shockwave. + +This was the strongest attack Max had used so far. + +Mark’s body simply separated cleanly into two halves, drifting apart in the air as the space between them screamed under the weight of what had just occurred. For the first time since regaining his full power, Mark’s expression froze in genuine shock, his eyes wide as he stared at his own divided form. + +Yet he did not die. + +As expected of an immortal crownbearer, divine power surged violently from the crown as the two halves of his body were pulled back together by sheer authority. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1327.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1327.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..020cd6b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1327.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1320: Final Battle - 7" +slug: "ch-1327" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1327 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1188 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But before Mark’s body could fully heal itself, the space behind him twisted silently and collapsed inward as if folded by an unseen hand. Freya emerged from that distortion without a sound, her presence perfectly concealed until the instant she chose to strike. + +Unlike Max’s power which announced itself through overwhelming pressure, Freya’s power was layered and intricate, woven together with such precision that even Mark’s divine senses reacted a fraction too late. + +Her eyes were calm, almost cold, as countless interlocking runes of light manifested around her body, each rune rotating at a different rhythm and carrying a different law that fed into the next with flawless harmony. + +Freya raised her hand and the world itself seemed to pause as her authority unfolded. Space bent, time slowed unevenly, and causality twisted into a fragile thread as her power converged into a single point. + +It was not raw destruction like Max’s severing sword nor was it the domineering divinity of Mark’s crown. It was something far more dangerous. It was control layered upon control, law stacked upon law, forming a perfect execution construct that left no room for resistance. + +A massive sigil formed behind her, complex beyond comprehension, and from its center erupted a beam of condensed brilliance that pierced directly into Mark’s back before he could even turn. + +The attack did not simply tear through his body. It invaded him. Freya’s power latched onto Mark’s divine essence, his crown’s authority, and even the remnants of the True Origin Devil Blood, forcibly disrupting the balance between them. + +"AHHHHH!" Mark roared in agony as divine power exploded outward uncontrollably, his regeneration stalling violently as fractures spread across his existence like cracks in glass. His body was blasted forward, smashing into the ground below with such force that entire continents trembled despite Max’s spatial laws holding the world together. + +Blood sprayed into the air, glowing with corrupted divinity, and for the first time Mark failed to immediately rise. + +Freya did not stop there. She stepped forward, her runes shifting and realigning as her attack evolved mid execution. Chains of luminous authority erupted from the sigil and wrapped around Mark’s fallen form, binding his soul, his crown, and his divine core simultaneously. + +Each chain carried a different suppression principle, one sealing regeneration, one disrupting causality, and one directly attacking the bond between Mark and the world’s divine power. Mark screamed as his crown flared wildly, its red light pulsing erratically as if fighting to maintain dominance. + +When the light finally receded, Mark lay embedded deep within the shattered earth, his body mangled and slow to repair, his divine aura unstable and flickering. Freya hovered above him, her breath steady though her face had paled slightly from the strain of releasing such an attack. + +Even Max felt a chill as he witnessed the damage. Her strike had not only wounded Mark’s body but had carved deep into the foundations of his power, leaving scars that could not be erased instantly even by immortality. + +For the first time since reclaiming his full strength, Mark was silent, his laughter gone, his arrogance shaken. The god of this world had been struck from the shadows and nearly broken in a single moment.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +Just at that moment, Lucien arrived before them, his gaze steady and unwavering as he looked at the broken form of Mark below. "It is my turn, right?" he asked calmly, as if the battlefield around them was nothing more than a quiet field. + +He had already erased Cain and the army of Ascendants from existence while Max had kept Mark occupied, and now the air around him carried a pressure that felt heavy even to Max. + +"Hit him with your strongest attack," Max said without hesitation, his eyes never leaving Mark’s shattered body. + +Lucien nodded slowly. His gaming goggles were already on his eyes. This was the moment of truth. This single strike would determine whether Mark could truly be killed or whether everything they had done so far would collapse into despair. + +Lucien raised his hand and the world itself seemed to lean toward him, laws gathering instinctively as if recognizing a decisive moment. + +But before he could release his power, Mark’s head snapped upward and a scream tore out of him, raw and filled with madness that drowned out everything else. + +"You all... I will kill you! I will kill you all!" Mark roared as blinding red light erupted violently from the crown atop his head. The light was no longer restrained or controlled. It was furious, chaotic, and absolute. The chains Freya had bound him with shattered one after another, dissolving into fragments of broken law that were swallowed by the crown’s radiance. The ground beneath Mark collapsed inward as if the world itself was bowing to his will. + +"What?!" Freya was shocked that her chains were destroyed. + +Almost instantly, a colossal beam of light surged upward from the depths of Acaris and slammed into Mark’s body, connecting him directly to the planet itself. Mountains cracked apart, oceans churned violently, and ley lines that had existed since the birth of the world ignited like burning veins beneath the surface. + +"HAHHAHAHAH!" Mark threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing across the skies as his aura expanded without restraint. At that moment, he was no longer merely drawing power from the world. He was declaring ownership over it. + +"This world is mine!" Mark shouted as the divine power of Acaris flooded into him. Cities crumbled in the distance as the planet screamed under the strain, its core trembling as Mark forcefully siphoned its life force. + +The sky twisted into spirals of red and gold, clouds tearing apart as divine storms formed at his command. His wounds sealed rapidly, flesh knitting together faster than before, and even the scars Freya had carved into his existence began to fade under the overwhelming reinforcement of planetary authority. + +Mark rose slowly into the air, his presence now crushing and absolute. Every movement he made caused space to distort violently, and each breath he took sent shockwaves through the atmosphere. + +He raised one hand and the land below ruptured, entire continents fracturing as colossal spears of divine energy erupted from the ground and launched toward Max and Lucien. With the other hand, he clenched his fist and the sky itself began to collapse inward, forming a massive vortex that threatened to drag the world into annihilation. + +Max immediately reacted, releasing the full strength of his fifth level space concept to stabilize reality around them. Invisible barriers formed, sealing fractures in space as he deflected the incoming divine spears, each collision producing explosions powerful enough to erase mountain ranges if left unchecked. + +Lucien stepped forward as well, his eyes glowing as he unleashed his own authority, countering the collapsing sky with a surge of stabilizing law that barely held against Mark’s godlike might. + +Mark laughed again, his voice echoing with unrestrained madness as he spread his arms wide. "Do you feel it?" he shouted. "The fear of a god who has nothing left to lose. As long as this world exists, I will never fall!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1328.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1328.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..24a3e16 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1328.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1321: Final Battle - 8" +slug: "ch-1328" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1328 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1329 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s face turned dark the moment he felt the shift. The pressure bearing down on him was no longer something that could be measured by concepts or ranks alone. It was heavy and suffocating, as if the world itself had decided to stand behind Mark and crush everything that opposed him. + +The flow of energy around Mark was no longer chaotic or unstable. It was vast and inexhaustible, pouring into him directly from the veins of Acaris, turning him into a walking incarnation of the planet’s will. + +"He is using the essence of the world to power himself," Freya said with a deep frown as she struggled to maintain her footing in the distorted space. Every heartbeat of the planet echoed in her chest, and she could feel her connection to her own laws being forcefully suppressed. "If previously he was at our level then now his current strength has surpassed all of us." + +"This is bad," Lucien said with a low sigh as he raised both arms to reinforce the collapsing space around them. The strain was obvious now. The effortless composure he had maintained earlier was gone, replaced by focus sharpened to its limit. "If he continues drawing power like this then killing him might truly be impossible." + +"Die, you three!" Mark roared with manic laughter as he spread his arms wide. In that instant, the sky shattered. Massive rifts opened above them, pouring torrents of crimson divine energy downward like apocalyptic rain. + +Each drop carried the weight of continents, and where they struck, the land was erased without resistance. Mountains vanished, seas boiled away, and the ground beneath Max, Freya, and Lucien cracked apart despite the layers of spatial reinforcement Max had already laid down. + +Mark thrust his hand forward and the world responded. A colossal wave of planetary force surged toward them, formed from compressed earth, oceans, and atmospheric pressure twisted together by divine authority. Max stepped forward and unleashed his fifth level concept of space at full power, erecting a multilayered barrier that bent reality itself. + +The wave slammed into it and the impact still sent Max skidding backward through the air, blood spraying from his mouth as the shock tore through his body despite his defenses. + +Freya moved at the same time, releasing her most intricate laws in rapid succession to dismantle the incoming aftershocks. Her attack was elegant and terrifying, layers of interwoven power cutting apart fragments of Mark’s assault before they could reach them. + +Even so, her face paled as the recoil tore through her meridians, and cracks of light spread across her arms from the strain. + +Lucien followed immediately, his presence flaring as he countered a second strike that Mark had launched without pause. This time it was a collapsing sphere of gravity condensed from the planet’s core, dragging everything toward its center. Lucien forced it apart with raw authority, but the moment it shattered, the backlash sent him crashing into the ground, carving a canyon miles long before he finally came to a halt. + +Mark did not stop. He did not slow down. Each movement he made reshaped the battlefield on a planetary scale. He summoned storms that devoured light itself, oceans of divine fire that burned without heat, and crushing forces that warped time locally under the weight of the world’s essence. + +The trio struggled to keep up, their defenses overlapping, reinforcing, shattering, and reforming again and again as they were pushed steadily onto the defensive. + +For the first time since the battle began, the gap between them was undeniable. Mark was no longer merely stronger. He was overwhelming. Each of his attacks carried the authority of an entire world, and defending against them was no longer a matter of skill or comprehension but a desperate struggle against extinction itself. + +Moreover he was constantly being powered by the essence of the world. He had became connected to the very world of Acaris making his power at a level no mortal power could fight against. + +"Big Sis, Lucien. Back away," Max shouted, his voice steady despite the storm beginning to rise around him. "I want to try something." + +Freya looked at him in shock. She couldn’t understand what abilities Max still had that could contend against the current form of Mark. Still, she trusted him. Gritting her teeth, she retreated, tearing herself free from the battlefield and placing as much distance as she could between herself and what was coming. + +Lucien did the same, though his expression was far more complex. His eyes narrowed as he withdrew, not out of fear, but out of recognition. + +Mark tilted his head, amused, though the amusement no longer reached his eyes. "What? You have something that can contend against me now?" he laughed, the divine power of the crown flaring arrogantly as the world continued to pour its strength into him. + +"I do," Max said calmly as he took a deep breath. + +The moment he exhaled, the world screamed. + +Violet lightning erupted from Max’s body, not the faint and unstable trace he had once barely controlled before, but the true and complete form of it. + +This lightning carried an ancient authority, sharp and merciless, filled with the will of judgment itself. It was followed immediately by indigo lightning, deep and heavy like condensed law, then blue lightning crackling with absolute clarity, then green lightning pulsing with vitality and destruction intertwined. Yellow lightning followed, radiant and domineering, then orange lightning blazing with violent resolve, and finally red lightning surged forth, ferocious and wrathful, burning with the intent to annihilate. + +The seven colors did not scatter chaotically. They rose together, spiraling into the sky, tearing through clouds, space, and atmosphere as if none of it mattered. The heavens split open as the lightning transformed, each color shaping itself into a colossal dragon that roared with the voice of divine punishment. + +Seven dragons coiled through the skies above Max, their bodies made entirely of lightning that embodied judgment, balance, destruction, and inevitability. + +These were not ordinary lightning dragons. They were manifestations of the Seven Colored Lightning of Divine Punishment, the very lightning used by the Wraith of the World to erase beings who defied the balance of existence. For countless ages, this lightning had been something that descended upon mortals without mercy. Now, for the first time, it answered to a human. + +The entire world trembled. + +Mountains in distant regions collapsed without being touched. Oceans churned violently as tidal waves rose and froze in place under the overwhelming authority filling the skies. Even the red cloud calamity, far away in the distance, slowed its advance as if sensing something that even it should not provoke. + +Mark’s expression finally changed. + +He could still feel the world empowering him, could still feel the crown pouring divine authority into his body, but this lightning was not part of the world’s essence. It was something higher, something that judged worlds rather than served them. + +Max stood at the center of it all, his body wreathed in seven colors of lightning, yet unbroken. This was something that would have destroyed him in the past. When he had first used the violet lightning, his body had barely endured even a fragment of its power. + +But now his physique had been tempered by the Giant Dwarves, reforged beyond mortal limits. The opening of the first of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin, had granted his body a foundation capable of withstanding primordial forces. Above all, his fifth level concept of lightning allowed him to understand and command lightning not as energy, but as law. + +The seven dragons lowered their heads toward him, acknowledging him as their master. + +Max raised his gaze to Mark, his eyes reflecting all seven colors at once, calm and merciless. + +"For all eternity," Max said quietly, his voice carrying across the world, "this lightning has judged others on behalf of the world. Today, I will use it to judge you on behalf of everything you destroyed." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1329.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1329.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..269f698 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1329.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1322: Final Battle - 9" +slug: "ch-1329" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1329 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1055 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"That is... the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment," Freya uttered in disbelief as she stared at Max standing beneath the seven colossal lightning dragons. Her voice trembled despite herself, not from fear, but from sheer shock. + +She had lived long enough and seen enough to know what those lightnings represented, yet seeing them obey a human was something that shattered everything she believed about the laws of the world. + +She could not understand how Max had obtained them, nor what he had done in the past to draw their attention. The Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment did not descend for trivial sins. They did not care about slaughter, conquest, or genocide. A million deaths meant nothing to the will of the world. + +These lightnings descended only when something fundamentally violated the balance of existence itself, when a being threatened the very structure that allowed the world to function. To survive them was impossible. To control them was unthinkable. + +Even cultivators advancing to Divine Rank only faced the ordinary Wraith of the World, and even that carried a terrifying mortality rate. The Seven Lightnings were different. They were absolute judgment. Once they descended, death was guaranteed. No exception had ever existed. At least, none that Freya had ever heard of. + +Lucien’s gaze never left Max. His expression was grave, layered with memory and unease. "I have heard of this," he said slowly, his tone heavy. "Max attracted the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment back in the Mourning Depths. That event shook many powers, though the truth was buried quickly. The only reason he survived was because his fate manifested itself and intervened." + +Freya’s brows furrowed as she turned to him. "Fate manifestation?" she repeated softly, as if testing the words. + +Lucien nodded. "Yes. His fate did not merely shield him. It stored the lightning inside him, sealed it away until his body, his concepts, and his existence were strong enough to endure it. I have walked many lands and seen countless geniuses, but I have never seen or even heard of someone whose fate manifested so clearly and so directly to protect them." + +Freya inhaled deeply, her eyes once again returning to Max, who stood unmoving as divine punishment coiled around him like obedient beasts. "His fate was always greater than ours," she said quietly. "I sensed it long ago. A fate like that does not bow to death easily. It is not surprising that it would awaken when faced with something that guaranteed annihilation." + +Above them, the sky roared as the seven lightning dragons twisted through the heavens, their presence bending light, space, and law itself. Below them, the world of Acaris trembled, not from Mark’s divine authority, but from the judgment Max was about to unleash. + +"Take this!" Max shouted as his will surged outward. + +The seven colored lightning dragons roared as one, their voices overlapping into a sound that did not merely echo but tore through existence itself. They plunged from the heavens toward Mark, each dragon carrying a different aspect of divine punishment. + +Violet lightning split space as it moved. Indigo lightning crushed laws beneath its weight. Blue lightning refined everything it touched into pure order. Green lightning devoured vitality while birthing destruction. Yellow lightning radiated supreme authority. + +Orange lightning burned with relentless resolve. Red lightning carried absolute annihilation. Together they formed a judgment that was never meant to be resisted. + +Mark snorted, his expression twisting into disdain as he raised both hands. "Humph." + +Dark red lightning erupted from his palms, thick and viscous like blood turned into thunder. It did not scatter chaotically but condensed violently, swelling and twisting until it took form. + +In a heartbeat, a colossal demonic beast of lightning manifested before him, its body forged from corrupted divine power and infernal essence fused together. Horns of crackling crimson energy curved from its skull, and its roar shook the world as it charged forward. + +The collision was instantaneous. + +The moment the demonic lightning beast met the seven dragons, the sky shattered. + +A blinding explosion of colors and darkness erupted, swallowing the horizon in a violent storm of clashing laws. Space folded inward and then tore apart, only to be forcefully stitched back together by Max’s spatial authority. + +Mountains far beyond the battlefield were erased into nothingness by shockwaves that arrived seconds later. Oceans split as towering walls of water were blasted apart, revealing the seabed before crashing back down in catastrophic waves. + +The lightning dragons did not simply strike the demonic beast. They tore into it from every direction, ripping chunks of its body apart with divine judgment. + +In response, the beast lashed out wildly, its claws and fangs colliding with the dragons in explosions of red and violet light. Each clash erased entire sections of the sky, leaving behind void scars that screamed as they struggled to close. + +Mark’s eyes burned as he poured more power into his creation, drawing deeper from the essence of the world itself. The ground beneath him cracked and sank as rivers of energy surged upward into his body. The demonic beast grew larger, more ferocious, its roar drowning out even the thunder of the lightning dragons. + +Max did not retreat. His body glowed with seven colors as he pushed his control to the limit, veins of lightning crawling across his skin. The dragons responded, their forms sharpening, their power intensifying as they began to tear the demonic beast apart piece by piece. + +Each severed fragment exploded into storms of red lightning that rained down like meteors, carving craters across the land. + +For several terrifying seconds, neither side gained ground. + +Attacks collided, annihilated each other, and detonated in chain reactions that shook the entire world of Acaris. The sky burned, the land screamed, and reality itself seemed on the verge of collapse as godlike power clashed without restraint. + +Even from afar, Freya and Lucien felt their souls tremble as they watched forces capable of ending civilizations cancel each other out again and again. + +At the heart of the chaos, Max and Mark locked eyes across the storm, both standing unyielding amid the destruction. This was no longer a battle of technique or strategy. This was a confrontation between judgment and domination, between a will that sought to sever everything and a god who refused to fall. + +And neither of them intended to yield. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-133.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-133.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4dc4b2c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-133.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 133: Nathan’s Big Mouth" +slug: "ch-133" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 133 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1311 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max crossed the 700-meter mark, the pressure increased slightly again, but it was nowhere near strong enough to stop him. + +Though it did manage to slow him down a bit, Max wasn’t planning to stop. + +Comprehending lightning was the only task he had while climbing the monolith, so with the pace he was ascending, he was steadily comprehending the lightning as he made his way toward the top. + +’I should be able to reach the top,’ Max mused, glancing at the 1000-meter mark, his eyes gleaming. + +Previously, when he ascended the monolith from the start to the 500-meter mark, he hadn’t used anything and comprehended his way through to the top. But now, he was using the Fusion State of two auras, which not only had been strengthened by the pressure from the monolith but also made it easier for Max to comprehend lightning. + +This was the reason Max’s pace had increased significantly after the 550-meter mark. + +"He crossed the 750-meter mark!" someone in the crowd of geniuses muttered, their expressions full of shock and awe. + +Max had indeed crossed the 750-meter mark, his next goal being the 800-meter mark. + +"Damn, at this point, he’s racing through the monolith," Sam said, feeling a bit shocked. + +Dean nodded, full of excitement. "Could he reach the top of the monolith?" he wondered, his face full of fascination. + +"Humph," Nathan snorted in disdain. "Only five such geniuses have managed to reach the top, and each one of them must have been insanely strong." + +He added, glaring at Max, "But this guy, at the 4th level of Apprentice Rank, shouldn’t have such ambitions. He’s just not strong enough to reach the peak." + +Sam and Dean exchanged glances, their faces full of smiles as they heard Nathan. + +"Why are you smiling?" Nathan demanded. + +Dean smiled in response. "Because everything you’ve said about Max has turned out to be the exact opposite. So now that you’ve mentioned Max won’t reach the top… it’s become a matter of celebration, don’t you think?" + +Nathan frowned, his heart full of anger. He really wanted to kill the two of them. + +"He crossed the 800-meter mark," Princess Aveline said, drawing their attention toward the monolith, where they saw Max ascending toward the 850-meter mark, with his speed only slowing down a bit. + +"It seems like he became a completely different person after taking the rest at the 550-meter mark," Evlin muttered, frowning. Having understood the difficulties of ascending the monolith, she knew that climbing past the 500-meter mark was far harder than what Max’s ascent showed. + +This completely baffled her and most of the geniuses present from all four regions. + +"He crossed the 850-meter mark," Tom muttered in a gloomy tone. + +"Damn it!" Nathan kicked the ground in frustration, his hand clenched tightly. + +As Max crossed the 900-meter mark, the oppressive aura amalgamation crushed down on him like a tidal wave. But instead of breaking under its immense weight, he entered a strange state of mind. + +His breathing steadied, his thoughts quieted, and his focus became razor-sharp. Slowly, an extraordinary state washed over him—a state of pure comprehension. + +’What is this feeling?’ Max thought. He could feel that the pressure acting on his body was at an all-time high, much stronger than any pressure he had ever felt on the monolith. But strangely, he only felt calm as the lightning began to resonate within him, along with the Fusion State of Flame and Sword Aura. + +In this state of enlightenment, the pressure no longer felt hostile; it became a teacher. Every crushing force, every distinct aura woven into the monolith’s oppressive energy, revealed its secrets. Max’s mind transcended the physical. + +The Flame and Sword Auras within him resonated with the aura around him, blending and harmonizing like an intricate melody. + +Just like that, he crossed the 920-meter mark unconsciously. + +As Max continued to ascend, the sensation became stronger as both the lightning element and Fusion State of Flame and Sword Aura resonated deep within his body. + +Feeling the strange sensation, he closed his eyes and ascended purely on instinct. + +He crossed the 940-meter mark… 960, 980, 990, 995, and so on. He didn’t stop until he reached the 999-meter mark. + +That was when he saw a vision. + +A middle-aged man with light blue hair stood at the peak of a mountain. His figure was surrounded by ten rings made of lightning, hovering closely behind him, almost touching his back. + +All the ten rings of lightning seemed to be connected to each other through thin threads of lightning, and then to the middle-aged man. + +"Ten Hands of Lightning God… Descends!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly, causing lightning to descend from the sky. + +It was at that moment that Max came out of his vision, his whole body drenched in sweat. + +"Ten Hands of Lightning God… What a domineering name!" he exclaimed, feeling a bit shocked by what he saw in his vision. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for comprehending Lightning Aura.] + +Max smiled upon seeing the notification, but his mind was still reeling from the vision he had just experienced. + +"Was that the lightning element technique?" he wondered, feeling excited as he glanced at the 1000-meter mark, which was just a meter ahead of him. + +’Let’s reach the peak,’ Max thought, taking a deep breath as he began his final ascent. + +Everyone below the monolith held their breaths as they saw Max continue his climb after a brief pause at the 999-meter mark. + +"He’s going to do it," Princess Aveline muttered, her face full of shock. She couldn’t believe that someone in their time would reach the peak of the monolith. It was like a legend to them, and yet, they were seeing with their own eyes the making of a legend. + +"Who would have thought that someone at the 4th level of Apprentice Rank would go on to create a unique record of his own, create a legend?" Evlin said, gritting her teeth, her tone laced with jealousy. + +"We’ve already told you that Max isn’t someone you should underestimate, but you guys went ahead and did the very thing I warned you not to do," Sam said, smiling, his entire attention on Max. + +Experience more tales on freewebnovel + +Dean also smiled. "Don’t worry, brother… They’ll have their revenge. Haven’t you heard that Nathan’s been planning to kill Max once he’s down? It’s going to be a good show for us to watch." + +Nathan and Tom had the worst expressions at the moment, particularly Nathan, who had been proven wrong once again. He felt like shit today as everything he said had turned out the exact opposite of what he wanted, making him feel like hiding his face from others. + +"In just a few seconds, a new record, a history, and a legend are about to be created," the blob announced loudly, his voice reaching all three floors of the temple. "Someone is about to reach the peak of the monolith… about to cross the 1000-meter mark… about to reach the top." + +Just as the announcement reached the other two floors, chaos ran through the entire temple.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +"What? Someone is about to reach the peak of the monolith? Who? How?" + +"There’s such a genius in the temple this time? But from which region? Which floor?" + +"Damn, there’s such an opportunity to watch a legend in the making, and I missed it by being on the wrong floor! But the question is, who is this big of a monster that he’s about to reach the peak of the monolith when only five from the Valora Continent have done so far?" + +The second and third floors erupted as soon as the announcement was made, driving everyone crazy. They wanted to know who the person was, which region he belonged to, everything about him, but sadly, they could only remain curious until the very end. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1330.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1330.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2174955 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1330.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1323: Final Battle - 10" +slug: "ch-1330" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1330 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1215 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"These lightnings are good... but not enough," Mark said, his laughter echoing unnaturally as it rolled across the ruined skies. His gaze remained fixed on Max, not with mockery alone, but with a trace of something closer to admiration twisted into madness. "I will admit this much. You are the strongest being I have ever faced. Stronger than the four divine beasts. Stronger than the demons. Because of that, you are worthy enough to witness the true form of a crownbearer." + +The moment those words left his mouth, the world of Acaris responded. + +The ground beneath Mark fractured completely, not cracking but unraveling as if the planet itself was surrendering its structure to him. Vast streams of radiant essence rose from every direction, pouring into his body like rivers flowing back into the sea. + +Mountains dissolved into pure energy. Forests withered into luminous dust. Even the air itself seemed to lose substance, transforming into raw power that surged toward him without resistance. + +Mark’s body began to change. + +The crown atop his head blazed with blinding dark red light as its shape expanded and fused seamlessly with his skull, no longer appearing as an external artifact but as an intrinsic part of his existence. + +His flesh peeled away layer by layer, not in gore, but in a transformation that felt ceremonial and absolute. Beneath it emerged a form forged from condensed divine law, each muscle line carved with glowing runes that pulsed in rhythm with the world’s heartbeat. + +His height increased steadily until he towered like a living monument over the battlefield. A halo of fractured light formed behind his head, rotating slowly, composed of interlocking sigils that represented dominion, authority, and causality. + +From his back unfolded massive wings made not of feathers but of crystallized world essence, translucent and endless, stretching across the sky like shattered continents suspended in air. + +His eyes lost all trace of humanity. They became twin stars of crimson and gold, burning with the combined will of the planet and the corruption that had consumed him. With every breath he took, reality bent inward, as if existence itself was struggling to remain intact in his presence. The air screamed. Space warped. Time hesitated. + +This was not merely power amplification. + +This was apotheosis. + +Mark no longer stood upon the world. He stood as the world. + +"I am the crownbearer," he declared, his voice layered with countless echoes, each one carrying the weight of an era. "I am the will of Acaris given form. Every cause flows through me. Every effect is born from me. As long as this world exists, I cannot fall." + +Freya felt her soul recoil as she watched from afar. Lucien clenched his fists, his expression darker than it had ever been. Even they could sense it clearly now. This was no longer a battle against a powerful enemy. This was a battle against a god bound to the very existence of the world itself. + +Max stood unmoving beneath the heavens filled with judgment lightning, seven dragons circling above him like silent sentinels. The pressure bearing down on him was enough to erase civilizations, yet his posture did not waver. His eyes reflected Mark’s towering form without fear, only calm resolve. + +"So this is your true form," Max said quietly, his voice steady despite the godlike presence before him. "A god born from a broken world and sustained by stolen causality." + +Mark spread his arms wide as the essence of Acaris continued to pour into him endlessly. "Come, Max. Show me if your judgment can sever a god." + +"A god, huh?" Max said softly, a faint smile appearing on his face despite the crushing pressure bearing down on him. + +The air around him suddenly ignited as a deep red aura burst forth from his body, violent and oppressive, carrying a heat that felt older than sin itself. In the blink of an eye, his white hair turned a vivid crimson, strands fluttering wildly as if alive. + +His skin took on a red glow, etched faintly with demonic patterns that pulsed with infernal authority. His eyes, already red, burned brighter, their light sharp and merciless. A suffocating darkness rolled outward from him, swallowing light and sound alike. Infernal energy flooded the battlefield, thick and ancient, carrying the stench of destruction and domination. + +This was the Infernal Demon Transformation. + +Max rarely allowed this form to surface. It was violent. It was absolute. It was a power born from corruption and wrath, a power that devoured restraint along with mercy. Yet in front of a god who had fused himself with the world, restraint was no longer an option. + +Before the infernal aura could fully stabilize, another power answered. + +Golden light erupted from Max’s body, pure and radiant, cutting through the darkness like a rising sun. The transformation spread from his right side, reshaping him in stark contrast to the infernal half. + +His right arm turned luminous gold, flawless and sacred, etched with divine patterns that radiated calm authority. The right side of his hair shifted to a brilliant gold, flowing like molten sunlight, while his right eye transformed into a pool of pure radiance. + +This was the Heavenly Luminous Sacred Bloodline. + +Though incomplete, its presence alone was enough to rival divine authority. Sacred energy surged from that half of his body, opposing the infernal power without clashing, existing in a strange and terrifying harmony. One side represented corruption and annihilation. The other embodied purity and judgment. + +As both transformations stabilized, the space around Max began to distort. + +Golden light condensed beside him, not merging with his body but floating like an obedient star. Black flames followed, twisting and writhing with devouring intent, their presence bending heat and shadow alike. + +White Lotus Ice Essence bloomed into existence, crystalline petals forming and dissolving in a slow, elegant cycle that froze space itself. The Concept of Severing Sword manifested as an invisible yet absolute edge, its presence alone causing the surrounding reality to fracture as if sliced by unseen blades. + +All of these powers hovered around Max, orbiting him in controlled balance. + +Above and beneath everything, the Seven Colored Lightnings of Divine Punishment surged and intertwined, forming the foundation of this terrifying constellation of power. Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red lightning coiled together, anchoring every other force and binding them into a singular will. + +Infernal darkness. Sacred radiance. Devouring flame. Absolute ice. Severing law. Divine punishment. + +All of it revolved around Max. + +He stood at the center, half demon and half sacred being, bathed in colors that should never coexist, his presence alone warping the battlefield beyond recognition. The world groaned beneath the weight of his existence, struggling to remain whole even with the spatial laws he had imposed to hold it together. + +This was not a form meant for prolonged existence. It was not a state meant for balance.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +This was Max’s strongest form. + +Across from him, Mark’s godlike figure loomed, wings of world essence spread wide, divine authority pouring endlessly into his body. Yet for the first time since his transformation, his expression shifted. Not fear, but something dangerously close to caution. + +Two gods faced each other. + +One born from the world’s authority and corruption. + +The other forged from defiance, judgment, and impossible evolution. + +The final clash was inevitable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1331.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1331.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cafe428 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1331.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1324: Final Battle - 11" +slug: "ch-1331" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1331 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1711 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment their gazes locked, the world lost all meaning beyond the two of them. + +Mark moved first. + +The godlike crownbearer lifted one hand, and the skies of Acaris folded inward as if gripped by an invisible fist. Entire regions of space collapsed toward his palm, compressing into a sphere of impossible density. + +Rivers of world essence streamed into it, carrying the screams of mountains, oceans, and continents being stripped of their existence. With a casual motion, Mark hurled it toward Max, and the attack tore through reality like a falling star meant to end an era. + +Max did not retreat. + +The seven colored lightnings surged beneath him, roaring as one, while the Concept of Severing Sword sharpened to its absolute extreme. He swung his sword once, clean and simple, yet that single motion carried infernal destruction and sacred judgment at the same time. + +The slash did not collide with the attack in a conventional sense. It severed it. Cause and effect were cut apart, the compressed world essence losing its reason to exist. The sphere imploded silently before erupting into a storm of shattered laws that washed over the battlefield like divine rain. + +Mark laughed, the sound layered with thunder and authority. He spread his wings, and the ground below Max shattered as colossal chains formed from pure world law erupted upward. Each chain was thick as a mountain range, engraved with symbols of dominion, binding fate, space, and causality together. + +They wrapped toward Max from every direction, seeking to anchor him to the world and crush him beneath its will. + +Max’s infernal half flared violently as black flames surged outward, devouring the chains on contact, while his sacred half shone brighter than a sun. + +The White Lotus Ice Essence bloomed in full force, freezing the remaining chains in mid existence, not merely stopping them but locking their very laws into stillness. With a step forward, Max shattered them all, fragments of frozen law scattering across the sky like broken stars. + +Mark appeared before him in an instant, his movement not bound by distance. His fist descended, carrying the weight of an entire world behind it. Space folded around the strike, and time lagged for a fraction of a moment, unable to keep up. + +Max met it head on. + +Infernal energy and sacred radiance surged together through his body as he channeled the Vein of Origin. Their fists collided, and the shockwave that followed did not spread outward. It detonated downward, splitting the planet’s crust beneath them, revealing molten layers miles below before Max’s spatial laws forced the wound closed. Even so, the entire world shook as if screaming in agony. + +They exchanged blows faster than sight could follow. + +Each strike carried power capable of erasing peak Divine Rank beings without residue. Mark shaped reality into blades, spears, and collapsing horizons, each attack unique, each one embodying a different aspect of godhood. + +Max answered with absolute severance, cutting attacks apart at their source, slicing through spatial bindings, freezing divine constructs, burning through causality itself with his black flames and sacred light intertwined. + +Seven lightning dragons descended again, not as a single assault, but weaving between Max’s movements, striking in perfect coordination. + +Mark responded by manifesting avatars of the world’s will, towering figures of stone, flame, sea, and sky that clashed head on with the dragons. Each collision birthed storms that tore continents apart before being erased by Max’s spatial control. + +The battle escalated without pause. + +Mark raised both arms, and the horizon bent into a ring around them. The world itself attempted to overwrite Max, forcing a new reality where Max had never existed. Yet the Concept of Severing Sword flared, its edge cutting through existence itself. Max tore himself free from that rewritten fate, his blade carving a glowing scar across Mark’s chest that bled divine light and infernal shadow at once. + +Mark roared, fury finally cracking his composure, and unleashed the full authority of the crown. The sky turned crimson as countless laws descended like judgment, each one designed to erase Max utterly. + +Max answered with everything. + +Seven colored lightning wrapped around him as he charged forward, infernal and sacred powers surging in harmony. His sword became a line of absolute finality, and with a single decisive motion, he cut upward. + +The heavens split. + +The attack did not end the battle, but it shook the god. + +Mark staggered back for the first time, divine blood falling like burning stars. + +The balance of the battlefield shifted the instant Max pressed forward. + +The moment Mark staggered, Max did not give him a single breath to recover. The seven colored lightning surged as one, wrapping around Max’s body like divine armor, while the infernal and sacred halves of his form resonated in terrifying harmony. + +He stepped through space itself, not teleporting, but forcing the distance to acknowledge his presence, and appeared directly before Mark. His fist struck first, driven by the Vein of Origin and layered with infernal dominance and sacred judgment, and the impact shattered the divine halo behind Mark’s head, sending fragments of rotating sigils flying like broken constellations. + +Mark roared in rage and retaliated, his wings of world essence sweeping forward with enough force to erase entire regions. Max cut through them mid motion. + +The Concept of Severing Sword flared, not as a visible blade but as an absolute directive, and the wings were sliced cleanly from their causal anchor, dissolving into meaningless energy before they could touch him. Black flames followed immediately, devouring what remained, while White Lotus Ice Essence bloomed and froze the surrounding space, locking Mark in place for the briefest instant. + +That instant was enough. + +Max struck again and again, each movement overflowing with layered power. A sacred golden palm slammed into Mark’s chest and collapsed inward, crushing divine runes embedded in his godlike body. + +A burst of infernal energy followed, ripping through Mark’s abdomen and tearing away chunks of condensed world essence that tried desperately to reform. Seven colored lightning descended in coordinated arcs, not wildly, but with precision, each strike targeting a different law Mark relied upon to stabilize his form. + +Mark attempted to counter, unleashing torrents of causality that rewrote space around Max, trying to make every attack miss, every strike arrive too late. + +Max severed the attempt itself. His sword moved once, clean and deliberate, and the flow of cause and effect feeding Mark fractured violently. The connection between Mark and the world stuttered, not broken, but weakened, and the backlash tore through his divine body like a silent explosion. + +"You dare!" Mark bellowed, summoning the full authority of the crown once more. + +The ground beneath Max vanished as Mark called forth a collapse of reality, a world ending phenomenon meant to swallow everything into nothingness. Max did not evade. He stepped into it. + +The Concept of Space expanded, his fifth level mastery overriding the collapsing laws, while the Concept of Severing Sword carved a path forward. The phenomenon split apart around him, unraveling into harmless light as Max emerged unscathed, his eyes burning brighter than ever. + +He did not stop. + +Max raised his sword, and this time every power he possessed flowed into it without restraint. Infernal energy screamed as it poured in. Sacred radiance stabilized the blade. Lightning wrapped around its edge. Ice refined its structure. Space anchored its path. Severance defined its purpose. He swung downward, and the strike landed squarely across Mark’s torso. + +The result was catastrophic. + +Mark’s godlike body was torn apart from shoulder to hip, divine blood and corrupted essence spilling out in a storm that burned the sky. He was flung backward, crashing through layers of space and slamming into the planet below with enough force to crack the world open again. + +Before his body could fully reform, Max descended like judgment incarnate, his fist smashing into Mark’s face, then his knee driving into his core, then his blade flashing again and again, each strike tearing away more of Mark’s connection to the world. + +Mark fought back desperately now, his attacks losing their earlier dominance, his movements slower, more frantic. Every time he gathered power, Max was already there, severing, freezing, burning, and crushing. + +The god of Acaris was being driven backward step by step, his once invincible form riddled with fractures of broken law and bleeding essence. + +At last, Max stood above him, his seven colored lightning roaring overhead, his infernal and sacred forms blazing in unison, his sword poised with absolute calm. + +For the first time since becoming whole again, Mark felt it clearly. + +He was being overwhelmed. + +Not by trickery. + +Not by chance. + +But by sheer, undeniable superiority. + +Max looked down at him, his voice steady and merciless as the world trembled around them. + +"This is my full strength," he said. + +The god of Acaris struggled to rise, but the world no longer answered him as it once had. + +Max had taken control of the battle.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +And Mark was being utterly dominated. But his body was soon healed to his peak state in just a second. + +"How dare you!" Mark roared as his blood spilled, his voice tearing through the heavens like a wounded god’s scream. He couldn’t accept the fact that even in his strongest form, he was being dominated by Max. He was a god... How could be beaten by a mortal? He refused to accept this! + +Rage twisted his face as he stared at the crimson glow staining his divine flesh, unable to accept the sight before him. He had fused with the world itself. + +He had become its will, its law, its authority. A god was not meant to bleed, and yet the proof was burning on his chest. + +The crown atop his head flared violently, not expanding outward this time but collapsing inward with terrifying intent. The essence of Acaris surged toward him in uncontrollable torrents. Entire continents dimmed as if their souls were being ripped away. + +The skies lost their color, the oceans fell unnaturally still, and the heartbeat of the planet faltered. This was no longer Mark borrowing power from the world. This was Mark consuming it. + +"You forced this," Mark said, his voice deep and distorted as cracks of divine light spread across his godly form. "Then witness the end of everything." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1332.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1332.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1dddb5a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1332.md @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1325: Final Battle - 12" +slug: "ch-1332" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1332 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1798 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Mark raised both hands toward the sky. + +Above him, reality began to tear open. + +A colossal structure of light and darkness manifested, vast beyond comprehension. It was not a weapon forged of metal or energy but a construct of absolute authority. It looked like a descending celestial sigil, layered with rotating rings of crimson law, each ring carved with symbols that represented dominion, causality, life, death, and annihilation. At its center burned a massive core of dark red brilliance, pulsing like a dying star. + +The mere existence of this attack erased the world. + +Before it even descended, the land beneath Max began to vanish. Not crumble, not explode, but cease to exist. Mountains dissolved into nothingness without sound. Forests disappeared as if they had never been there. + +Seas evaporated into void, leaving behind vast empty scars where reality refused to return. The sky fractured into countless shards of light as the laws holding the world together failed one by one. + +Max felt it instantly. ’This is bad.’ He realized against a level of this attack, he was simply powerless. Mark had used his full strength to erase everything from the world of Acaris and since they were in this world, they were being erased as well. + +This was not an attack meant to strike him alone. This was an execution of an entire world. + +His spatial laws screamed as they struggled to contain the collapse, but even the fifth level concept of space was being erased rather than broken. The Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment howled and twisted, their forms destabilizing as the world they were meant to judge began to die. Infernal energy and sacred radiance flared around Max in violent resistance, yet even they were being pushed back by the sheer absoluteness of what Mark had created. + +Slowly by slowly all his powers were being erased by Mark’s attack. + +"This is the authority of the crownbearer," Mark declared as his body began to deteriorate, divine flesh peeling away and reverting to his base form. Blood poured freely from his mouth and eyes, his crown dimming and cracking as it fed the attack everything it had left. "If this world cannot belong to me, then it will not exist at all and with it you all should cease to exist as well." + +The colossal sigil descended. + +As it moved, the horizon vanished. Space folded inward, crushing itself into nothing. Time fractured, moments collapsing into one another before being erased entirely. The world of Acaris screamed one final time as its remaining regions were consumed in a cascading wave of absolute erasure. There was no explosion. There was no aftermath. + +There was only absence. + +By the time the attack finally reached Max, Acaris was already dead. The entire world was erased from its existence. No earth, no water, no mountain and certainly no land remained. Everything was gone. + +"Is this it?" Max wondered if this was the last thing he thought. The attack came to him and erased him as well. + +Mark fell from the sky, his godly transformation completely gone, his body reverting fully to its original form as he crashed into the emptiness left behind. The attack faded with him, its purpose fulfilled, leaving behind a void where an entire world had once existed. + +And in that endless nothingness, where existence itself had been wiped clean. Max had died. Freya had died and so was Lucien. They were all erased along with Acaris. + +Only the half-dead form of Mark floated in the endless abyss and Mimi, the red cloud calamity. + +"So your true weakness is revealed the moment you use that attack in your final form?" + +The voice echoed through the empty void, calm and unhurried, cutting through the madness that still lingered in the aftermath of annihilation. From the nothingness, a figure stepped forward. It was Max. + +Yet at the same time, it was not. His aura was steadier, his presence strangely detached, and even his clothing differed from what he had worn during the battle. There was no damage on his body, no trace of exhaustion, and no residue of the world that had just been erased. + +Mark’s eyes widened in horror. + +"How?" he screamed as blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. His body trembled violently, the backlash of his final attack tearing through him from the inside. "How could you still be alive?" + +He staggered forward, staring at the figure as if it were an illusion born of despair. He had sacrificed everything. The crown had poured out its last authority. His godly form had collapsed. The Power of Destruction had erased the world of Acaris completely. There should have been nothing left. No land. No sky. No life. + +"Impossible!" Mark shouted, his voice cracking as madness crept into it. "That attack was meant to erase everything. It was the final power of the crown. The Power of Destruction. It erased the world itself at the cost of my full strength. Then how are you still standing here?" + +The Max before him did not rush to answer. He simply observed Mark with a composed gaze, as if looking at a defeated beast struggling to understand its own end. + +"I did not survive," the clone said calmly. "The Max who fought you directly was erased along with the world." + +Mark froze. + +"What?" His breath hitched. + +"Before that moment," the clone continued, his tone unwavering, "the original me released this body from the Dimension of Time. That was the only path left. A contingency prepared long before this battle reached its end." + +Mark’s pupils trembled as understanding began to dawn, though he desperately tried to reject it. + +"This body," the clone said, tapping his chest lightly, "exists outside the normal flow of time. It is not anchored to the present, the past, or the future of that world. It is not bound by causality as you understand it." + +Mark shook his head violently. "No. That makes no sense. Everything exists within time. Even gods. Even the world itself." + +"That is true," the clone replied. "For things that belong to a timeline." + +He stepped forward, his presence sending subtle ripples through the void, not of power, but of something deeper. + +"But I am not bound to a single timeline. I exist beyond time itself. Your attack erased existence within time. It erased worlds, space, and causality tied to that flow. But something that does not belong to that flow cannot be erased by it." + +Mark staggered backward as if struck. + +"That is impossible," he muttered hoarsely. "No being can exist beyond time." + +The clone’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but in quiet certainty. + +"Then you have simply not seen enough," he said. "Your crown granted you dominion over a world. It granted you the power to destroy existence tied to it. But it never granted you authority over time itself." + +Mark’s breathing grew ragged as despair finally overtook fury. He understood now. The attack that should have ended everything had exposed his final flaw. In using it, he had stripped himself of all power, reverted to his base form, and left himself standing before something his godhood could never touch. + +The void remained silent. + +And in that silence, Mark finally realized that his defeat had been decided the moment he chose to erase the world rather than transcend it. + +"But this is not the ending I want. My ending is different from this," the clone said calmly. + +As those words fell into the void, something unprecedented happened. + +Time responded. + +An invisible yet absolute force spread outward from the clone as he invoked the fifth level concept of time for the very first time. There was no explosion and no flash of light. Instead, the void itself shuddered, as if reality had suddenly realized it was being contradicted. The nothingness left behind by annihilation began to ripple, then fracture, then reverse. + +The erased world of Acaris began to return. + +At first it was only faint outlines, ghostlike impressions of mountains and skies appearing where nothing had existed. Then substance followed form. Space rewove itself strand by strand. Oceans surged backward into place, water flowing upward into empty basins. + +Continents reassembled as shattered landmasses lifted and fused together. The sky reclaimed its color as torn fragments of atmosphere stitched themselves back into wholeness. + +Existence itself was being undone and rewritten. + +Mark felt it instantly. + +His body, which had been drifting helplessly in the void, jerked violently as time seized him. Blood that had spilled from his mouth was dragged back into his body. His wounds closed in reverse. + +His posture straightened unnaturally as his form was pulled backward through moments he had already lived. He floated upward as if gravity itself had reversed, his expression frozen in confusion and dawning terror as causality flowed the wrong way. + +This was not healing. + +This was regression. + +For the clone, the price was immediate. + +Blood began to stream from his eyes, thin lines carving their way down his face. It spilled from his nose and mouth as well, staining the void with crimson that could not rewind fast enough to save him. His body trembled as the strain intensified. + +Rewinding time on this scale was not something even a being with a fifth level concept of time should have been able to attempt, let alone complete. + +But the clone had prepared for this moment. + +From the instant his existence had begun, he had remained in deep meditation within the Dimension of Time, gathering time essence endlessly. In a place where time had no limit and no end, he had accumulated an almost inexhaustible reserve. That reservoir was now being emptied all at once, burned away to force the impossible into reality. + +The rewind continued. + +The world stabilized. + +Time finally rolled back to the exact moment the catastrophic attack had reached the world itself, stopping just before it could touch Max, Freya, or Lucien. The air hung unnaturally still, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. For a single fraction of a second, everything paused. + +Only the clone could move. + +He stepped forward through frozen reality and appeared before the original Max, who stood locked in that suspended moment. Placing a hand on Max’s chest, the clone poured the last of his remaining time essence into him, shattering the temporal lock that held him in place. + +"Huh?" Max muttered as awareness returned in an instant. + +Before he could ask anything, the clone placed two fingers against Max’s forehead. + +In that touch, Max saw everything. + +He saw the erased world. He saw Freya and Lucien vanish without even a scream. He saw the red cloud devour what little remained. He saw Mark standing alone in nothingness, victorious and empty. He saw the end that awaited if nothing changed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1333.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1333.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05c5fb5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1333.md @@ -0,0 +1,196 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1326: Final Battle - 13" +slug: "ch-1333" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1333 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1754 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You have to do something about this attack," the clone said urgently, his voice already fading. "If you do not, everyone dies." + +The clone smiled faintly, relief flickering across his face as his body began to dissolve into particles of light and shadow. + +"I have done all I can." + +Then he vanished completely. + +Time surged forward again. + +The pause shattered. + +The battle resumed. + +Max stood frozen for a single heartbeat, the flood of futures forced into his mind still echoing violently in his thoughts, before his gaze snapped back to Mark as time resumed its merciless flow. The catastrophic attack was already in motion, its existence pressing down on reality itself, and Max could feel it approaching not as an object but as an unavoidable conclusion. + +"I have to stop this," Max muttered as his fingers tightened around his sword until his knuckles went white. + +He understood it clearly now. No ordinary attack would work. No concept bound to the laws of this world could stand against something that erased existence itself. The only way to counter an attack of this magnitude was with something that could not be erased, something that stood above cause, effect, and even time. An attack born from the essence of a Cosmic Path. + +But that was the problem. + +Max did not have a Cosmic Path. + +He was not even close. + +"Damn it... think," Max urged himself as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. "What does a Cosmic Path need?" + +A direction. + +That was the foundation of everything beyond concepts. In the Divine Realm, concepts were merely tools. A Cosmic Path was the will behind them, the direction that allowed laws to evolve endlessly without collapsing into contradiction. But Max had never created one. He had only studied them, only understood their theory through his master’s teachings. + +The attack drew closer. + +Reality trembled. + +"What direction do I take my Severing Sword?" Max thought frantically. "Space? No. Space is subjective. If I sever space, then time, causality, and existence itself will remain beyond my reach." + +His mind raced through possibilities at terrifying speed. + +"Time?" he rejected instantly. "Time is even more restrictive. A blade bound to time will falter the moment something exists beyond it." + +Elements were worse. Flame, lightning, ice, darkness. Every element was an expression of reality, not its foundation. Any path formed from them would inherit their limitations. + +"I cannot evolve the Severing Sword through any element," Max realized grimly. "That would cage it. That would make it specialize, not transcend." + +The power closing in on him was no longer distant. It pressed against his senses like an oncoming end, a final verdict written into existence. + +"What does Severing Sword truly represent?" Max forced himself to ask, pushing past panic. "It does not cut objects. It does not cut energy. It does not even cut laws." + +His eyes widened slightly. + +"It cuts relationships." + +Severing Sword did not destroy things. It severed the connection between things. Cause from effect. Existence from meaning. Law from authority. + +"That is it," Max breathed. + +A Cosmic Path could not be built on what things were made of. It had to be built on what made things exist in relation to each other. + +"I should not guide my sword through space, time, or any element," Max concluded as clarity finally pierced through the chaos. "I should guide it through separation itself." + +His grip on the sword steadied. + +"A path that severs without discrimination. A path that does not care what stands before it. A path that does not acknowledge laws, causality, or existence as obstacles." + +The attack loomed, seconds away from completion. + +Max raised his sword slowly, his breathing calming instead of quickening. + +"I will not walk an elemental path," he said softly. "I will walk the path of absolute severance." + +At that moment, something within Max shifted. + +It was not power. + +It was his emotions. + +Max did not know whether he would regret this choice in the future, nor did he have the luxury to consider consequences beyond the next few seconds. + +The attack was already descending, reality was already being erased, and hesitation would mean the end of everything. If there was a path to walk, then it had to be walked now. + +Throughout his journey, Max had experienced emotions in their most extreme forms. Happiness that felt blinding. Sadness that dragged him into endless darkness. Rage that burned like a storm devouring the sky. Despair that hollowed him out until nothing remained. Love that gave him strength and hate that sharpened his will. + +He had never truly liked these emotions, especially after gaining an artificial soul that amplified everything he felt a thousandfold, yet he could not deny the truth. These emotions had shaped him more than any cultivation art, more than any inheritance, more than any law he had comprehended. + +Anger never came to him as irritation. It arrived as a raging cloud that consumed reason. Joy was never mild. It burst forth uncontrollably. Sadness did not linger quietly. It crushed him until even breathing felt heavy. + +For a long time, Max had seen this as a flaw, a side effect he had to endure. Now, standing before annihilation, he understood something he had never considered before. + +Those emotions were not weaknesses. + +They were his truest constant. + +If he tried to build his Severing Sword upon space, it would be bound by distance. If he chose time, it would be bound by sequence. If he chose elements, it would be bound by form. + +But emotions were different. Emotions existed in all beings. They existed beyond laws, beyond worlds, beyond even reason itself. They were not subject to causality. They created causality. + +A sword forged from emotion would not care what stood before it. + +It would sever gods and mortals alike. + +Max took a deep breath. + +For the first time in a long while, he did not fight his emotions. Instead, he embraced them fully. Every memory surged through him at once. The joy of growing stronger. The despair of loss. The fury at betrayal. The loneliness of standing alone. The fear of failure. The determination to protect. + +Every emotion he had ever experienced since awakening poured into his heart, into his artificial soul, and then flowed outward into his sword. + +The blade trembled. + +Its color changed, no longer silver, no longer black, no longer gold. It turned dark gray, neither light nor shadow, neither alive nor dead. The space around the sword distorted silently, not cracking or tearing, but becoming irrelevant, as if the blade no longer acknowledged its existence. + +"My direction for the Cosmic Path of Severing Sword," Max murmured softly, his voice steady despite the apocalypse rushing toward him, "is Emotion Severing Sword." + +And then he let go. + +In that instant, Max severed every emotion within himself. + +The anxiety of stopping Mark’s attack vanished. The fleeting joy of realization disappeared. The sorrow left behind by his clone’s sacrifice faded into nothingness. There was no anger. No fear. No hope. No despair. Only clarity. + +His sword became empty. + +And because it was empty, it could sever everything. + +Max stepped forward and swung. + +There was no flash. No explosion. No roar. + +The slash passed through Mark’s world erasing attack as if it were mist. It did not collide with it. It did not resist it. It cut the relationship between cause and effect, severing the reason the attack existed before it could reach its conclusion. The erasure unraveled silently, collapsing into nonexistence as if it had never been formed. + +The slash continued forward. + +It reached Mark. + +And then Mark’s body split in half once more. + +Not torn. Not destroyed. Severed. + +"What?" Mark roared, his voice tearing through the broken skies as disbelief finally overwhelmed his madness. He stared at his divided form, at the clean and merciless cut that had split not only his body but the very foundation of his existence. "How could this be possible?" he shouted, rage and panic twisting together as something he had never anticipated took hold of him. + +This time, his regeneration did not surge back instantly. + +The two halves of his body trembled as divine light flickered weakly between them. Flesh and power began to crawl toward each other at an agonizing pace, so slow that Mark could feel every moment stretch into torment. Minutes passed without meaningful progress. Then more. He realized with horror that it would take hours before his body could fully recover, and even that certainty felt fragile. + +Max’s sword had not merely wounded him. + +It had severed the law of causality itself. + +The invisible bond that connected Mark to the crown, the bond that allowed divine authority to flow endlessly into him, had been cut cleanly. + +Cause no longer led to effect. + +The crown no longer recognized Mark as its bearer. His immortality, once absolute, had been reduced to a fragile echo struggling to assert itself. + +"No," Mark muttered hoarsely, his confidence collapsing. "This is impossible..." + +Before he could gather his scattered will, a new presence appeared. + +Lucien stepped forward calmly, standing between the two separated halves of Mark’s body. The chaos of the battlefield did not touch him. His gaming goggles rested over his eyes, reflecting faint streams of unreadable data, while a simple gaming remote sat loosely in his hand as if this were nothing more than another routine action. + +He looked at Mark without emotion. + +Then he spoke. + +"Permanent erase." + +The words were soft, almost casual. + +Reality responded instantly. + +Mark’s two halves began to dissolve, not burning, not shattering, but dispersing into countless fragments of existence that unraveled into nothingness. Divine light broke apart like dust. Infernal energy scattered and faded. The remnants of causality that still clung to him snapped one after another, leaving no anchor, no return point, no future where regeneration could occur. + +"Impossible!" Mark screamed as his form unraveled, his voice filled with raw terror rather than rage. "How is this possible? I am immortal! I cannot be killed! I am the god of this world! I should not die!" + +His cries echoed briefly, then faltered. + +The last traces of his presence scattered completely, erased beyond recovery, leaving no soul, no essence, no echo behind. There was no explosion. No final roar. Just absence. + +Silence fell. + +Where a god had once stood, only the corrupted crown remained, floating lifelessly in the air before Lucien, its dark red glow flickering weakly as if uncertain what it should exist for now that its master was gone. + +The immortal crownbearer was dead. + +Forever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1334.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1334.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32aa7f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1334.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1327: Legacy of the Forgotten God" +slug: "ch-1334" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1334 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1397 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Is he dead?" Max asked quietly as his figure drifted closer to Lucien, his gaze fixed on the corrupted crown that hovered in the empty air. + +The battle was over, yet the weight of it still pressed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe as if the world itself had not yet realized that its god was gone. + +"He is dead," Lucien replied after a brief silence, finally turning his eyes toward Max. + +There was no triumph in his voice, only certainty, the kind that came from witnessing something irreversible. Mark was gone, erased beyond return, and even the laws of this world would not remember him again. + +"Good," Max said softly, nodding in relief. + +At that moment, the terrifying aura surrounding him began to collapse. The Infernal Demon Transformation dispersed into faint crimson motes, while the golden radiance of the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline peeled away from his body like fading light. + +His strength left him all at once, not gradually, and the sudden emptiness made his vision blur as his body lost balance and began to fall. + +Freya moved instantly and caught him before he could hit the ground, her arms steady as she supported his weight. She looked down at him with concern etched clearly across her face. "Are you alright?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a rare gentleness that she reserved only for moments like this. + +"I am fine," Max replied, forcing a weak smile as he leaned against her. "Just a little tired and exhausted." + +His words were understated, because the truth was far harsher. This exhaustion was unlike anything he had experienced before. In past battles, even prolonged wars had barely drained him, yet this fight had consumed him completely. Every reserve of power he possessed had been pushed beyond its limit, and maintaining multiple fifth level concepts at once had taken a toll that his body could not easily recover from. + +Freya studied him for a moment before speaking again, her expression turning serious. "The last attack you used," she said slowly, "I sensed something different in it. For a brief moment, it felt like the shadow of a Cosmic Path." + +Max nodded weakly, his eyes half closed as the memories of that moment surfaced again. "I knew that to sever the connection between Mark and the crown, I needed a power that could cut causality itself," he said quietly. "So in that instant, I comprehended the direction of my sword’s Cosmic Path. It was incomplete and fragile, but it was enough." + +He did not say anything more. + +He did not tell her what he had seen through the eyes of his clone, nor did he describe the future where he failed to take that step. In that ending, the erasure consumed everything. He died. Freya died. Lucien died. The Life Space Rings shattered into dust, and with them vanished the countless lives of Acaris, erased without even realizing what had happened. + +It was a devastating ending. + +And because he had seen it, Max understood just how close they had come to absolute annihilation. + +"You are very reckless, you know that?" Freya said as she looked at Max solemnly, her gaze heavy with emotions that she did not bother to hide. There was no anger in her voice, only lingering fear and relief tangled together, the kind that surfaced only after surviving something that should never have been survived in the first place. + +"What do you mean by that?" Max asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her, genuinely confused by her words. From his perspective, everything had gone exactly as it needed to go, and he had done what was required of him. + +"A mortal body, no matter how strong, should have exploded into bits of flesh and blood the moment it tried to use the power of a Cosmic Path, even if only for an instant," Freya said slowly, her tone grave. "The power of a Cosmic Path is meant only for beings of the Divine Realm, and without ascending and passing through the ten stages of the Rebirth Realm, one’s body should not be able to endure it. The fact that you used it and are still standing here is nothing short of a miracle." + +She paused for a moment, then looked at him directly. "It is lucky that nothing happened to you." + +Max smiled lightly at her words, a calm and almost carefree expression on his face. Of course nothing would have happened to him. His body had already been tempered beyond what most mortals could imagine by the Giant Dwarves, and the opening of the first of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin, had elevated his physical foundation to a terrifying level. + +On top of that, the countless Dragon Scales covering his body and the Draconic Essences circulating within him had been continuously repairing and reinforcing him from the inside, making his body far sturdier than what Freya was imagining. + +"Why are you smiling?" Freya asked, frowning as she looked at him, her expression complicated. "If something had happened to you back there, do you even realize what kind of ending this world would have faced?" + +"I am fine," Max replied gently, his smile softening as he met her eyes. "And that is all that matters." + +As he said that, his gaze shifted toward the corrupted crown that still floated quietly in the air, its surface pulsing faintly with dark red light, as if it were breathing. Even without Mark, the crown itself radiated an oppressive presence that made the surrounding space feel heavy. + +"What should we do about this?" Max asked, looking between Freya and Lucien. His voice was calm, but the question carried weight. This crown had already destroyed one world’s balance once. He could not afford to make a careless decision now. + +Lucien shrugged lightly, adjusting the gaming goggles resting on his face. "I have no idea," he said honestly. "Crownbearers and their crowns are not something I have deep knowledge about. As far as I am concerned, this thing is as foreign as it is dangerous." + +"If it were not corrupted, we could have used the crown on one of the beings of Acaris," Freya said after a moment, her brows knitting together. "Perhaps someone could have inherited it and used its divine authority to expel the Devouring Spirit from this world. But in its current state, this crown is the most evil object in the entire mortal realm." + +Max frowned slightly as he listened. He intended to ascend to the Divine Realm after this, and once he left, he would not be able to watch over Acaris anymore. Leaving behind something like this was unacceptable. + +If the crown fell into the hands of someone with ambition, hatred, or desperation, there was a very real chance that another Mark would be born, and Max could not allow that to happen. + +No matter what path he chose next, the fate of this crown had to be decided here and now. + +"Master, you can use this crown." At that moment, Tian’s voice echoed clearly within Max’s mind, calm yet resolute, as if this conclusion had already been reached long ago. + +"Me?" Max replied mentally, his thoughts tightening. "I am not a being of this world, and more importantly this crown is corrupted. Using it would only worsen the infernal energy inside my body." + +"Master, you are the inheritor of the Dimensional Keeper," Tian answered without hesitation. "You hold the legacy of the Forgotten God. You are meant to do these things." + +"The legacy of the Forgotten God?" Max muttered softly, his lips barely moving as something deep within him stirred. In that instant, a faint and ancient memory surfaced from a place he did not know existed. + +He saw a vast silhouette standing beyond all boundaries, a being holding the universe, the countless dimensions, and the entirety of existence within a single grasp. Stars, worlds, time, and space all felt insignificant before that figure. The scene was so overwhelming that Max’s thoughts froze, his consciousness utterly captivated by the sheer scale of it. + +Only after a few silent seconds did Max finally pull himself back. The vision faded, dissolving into nothingness, yet its presence remained etched into his mind, heavy and unforgettable, as if it had always been a part of him waiting to be remembered. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1335.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1335.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..14cd5a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1335.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1328: Power of a True God" +slug: "ch-1335" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1335 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1418 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let me try something," Max said aloud as he stepped toward the corrupted crown, his voice steady despite the storm of thoughts raging within him. + +Before he could take another step, Freya’s hand gripped his shoulder tightly, stopping him in place. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her eyes sharp as she glared at him. + +Max turned to look at her, his expression serious yet strangely calm. "I do not know, honestly," he said truthfully. "But I have a feeling I can fix all of this." + +"You think I will let you become corrupted like Mark just because of a feeling?" Freya shot back, her voice rising. The memory of Mark’s fall was still fresh, still painful. + +"You have to believe me," Max said quietly. "I can fix this. I can fix all of it." + +"No," Freya replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I cannot let you risk being corrupted. That crown is evil, and it cannot be controlled by any being. It would be better to seal it away and leave it in Acaris forever." + +"I think we should give Max a chance," Lucien said suddenly, his voice calm as he looked at Freya. "He can control infernal energy, and from what we have seen, infernal energy does not affect him the way it affects others. If he can purify the crown of its evil energy, then we may actually have a way to expel the Devouring Spirit." + +He spoke with quiet conviction. Lucien had witnessed Max purge corruption before, and even though this situation was far more dangerous, he believed that if Max said he could do it, then there was a reason for that confidence. + +"Are you serious?" Freya turned toward Lucien, her eyes wide with disbelief. + +"Just give me a chance," Max said, meeting her gaze. "If it even feels like the crown is trying to control me, you can take it away immediately." + +Freya remained silent for a long moment, her expression shifting as she weighed the risks, her grip on Max’s shoulder tightening and then slowly loosening. Finally, she exhaled sharply and looked at him with a hard glare. + +"Fine," she said at last. "But the moment something feels wrong, I will not hesitate." + +Max nodded, knowing that this was the only chance he was going to get. + +Max nodded at her as he floated and arrived before the corrupted crown. It was still releasing evil energy. + +"Let’s see what I can do," Max muttered to himself as he stepped forward and closed both hands around the corrupted crown. + +The instant his fingers touched it, his eyes flared with an intense blue radiance, so bright that Freya and Lucien instinctively shielded their vision. In the next heartbeat, that same blue light surged across Max’s entire body, wrapping him in a luminous aura as his figure slowly rose into the air, suspended as if gravity itself had lost all meaning to him. + +"This..." Max whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. The moment he made contact with the crown, he felt it clearly and unmistakably. The evil energy, the so called True Origin Devil Blood, was gone. Not suppressed. Not sealed. It was erased completely, as if it had never existed in the first place. There was no resistance, no backlash, no struggle. It simply vanished the moment it touched him. + +At the same time, Max felt a profound connection form between himself and the crown. He could sense its existence as if it were a part of his own body. He could feel its thoughts, faint and instinctual, its immense authority, and the vast power flowing through it, yet none of it felt hostile. It felt calm, obedient, and strangely familiar, as though the crown itself had been waiting for him. + +"I can do this," Max said softly, conviction settling into his voice as the blue light surrounding him grew even brighter.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +As his aura expanded, the almost destroyed world of Acaris began to change. The shattered land, torn apart by the battle between Max and Mark and ravaged by the advance of the Devouring Spirit, started to mend itself. Cracked continents slowly fused back together. + +Mountains that had been reduced to rubble rose once more from the earth. Rivers that had long run dry began to flow again, their waters clear and vibrant. The scars carved into the world by countless catastrophes faded as if time itself were retreating. + +Then something even more unbelievable happened. The fallen beings returned. Lives that had been lost during the war, lives that had perished long before the final battle, rose again. + +On the Valora Continent, where Max had once believed salvation was impossible, humans who had died screamed back into existence, their bodies restored, their souls returned to them as if death had never claimed them at all. + +Freya and Lucien stood frozen, unable to speak. Shock alone could not describe what they were witnessing. Freya, in particular, felt her understanding of the crown crumble completely. She knew its limits. She knew its authority. Even a perfect crownbearer could never do this. The crown could repel the Devouring Spirit, and maintain balance, but it could not rewrite reality itself on the scale Max was doing. + +Resurrection on this scale was impossible. + +Yet Max was doing it effortlessly. + +The world continued to heal under Max’s presence, not merely repaired but renewed, as if it had been given a second beginning. + +"Is this... the power of a true god?" Freya muttered unconsciously, her voice barely audible as she stared at the restored world with her own eyes. + +Lucien said nothing. He simply watched, unblinking, his expression utterly still, as though afraid that even a single breath might break the reality unfolding before him. + +It took only a few minutes for the transformation to complete, yet those few minutes felt like an eternity. By the time the blue radiance finally receded, the world of Acaris stood restored to its absolute peak. + +The lands were whole again, the seas vast and deep, the skies clear and vibrant. Every scar left by war, demonic invasion, and divine catastrophe had vanished. + +More than that, all the human beings who had died, whether in the war against the demons, in Mark’s ancient massacres, or through unjust and cruel circumstances across the ages, now lived once more. Their souls had been called back, their bodies remade, their lives returned as if fate itself had been rewritten. + +As the last ripple of power faded, Max slowly descended, the glow leaving his body as he opened his eyes. The crown was still held firmly in his hands, but it no longer carried a trace of corruption. It shone with a brilliant golden light, pure and dignified, radiating a calm authority that felt nothing like the malice it once carried. + +"I did it," Max said, a bright and genuine smile spreading across his face. In that moment, every regret he had carried, every memory of the Valora Continent’s destruction and the countless lives he had failed to save, dissolved completely. The weight on his heart vanished, replaced by a profound sense of relief and joy that he could not hide. + +Freya stared at him, still struggling to process what she had witnessed. "What did you do?" she asked, her voice quiet but filled with disbelief. + +"It’s a secret," Max replied with a playful smile. + +Freya pouted slightly, crossing her arms. "Now we are keeping secrets, huh?" + +Max chuckled softly. "I think I have grown enough to keep a secret or two of my own." + +Lucien glanced at the crown in Max’s hands, his expression thoughtful. "What about the crown? What should we do about it?" + +Max looked at him calmly, confidence clear in his eyes. "Of course we will let it choose a human from this world. A worthy one. A new crownbearer who can truly protect Acaris. But before that, we need to release all the humans from the Life Space Rings and return them to their home." + +Freya’s expression sharpened again. "And the Devouring Spirit?" + +"Don’t worry," Max said with an easy smile. "I have already taken care of it." + +Seeing the certainty in his expression, Freya and Lucien both felt their remaining concerns fade away. Max turned toward the restored world below, his figure drifting downward as he prepared to return everyone to Acaris. + +"Let’s go and bring everyone back," he said. + +Lucien and Freya followed after him, descending together toward a world that had been given a second life. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1336.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1336.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1c3e9d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1336.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1329: Reunions" +slug: "ch-1336" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1336 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1340 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max flew straight down toward the Valora Continent, his gaze sweeping across the lands below as memories surfaced unbidden. + +The eastern plains, the western trade cities, the northern mountain settlements, the southern coastal regions, and the vast central heartland all looked almost exactly as they had when he left Valora Continent for the Middle Domain. + +The scars of war were gone. The broken cities stood whole again. The fields were green. The roads were filled with people. + +Everywhere, the continent was bustling with life. Confusion filled the air, mixed with awe and disbelief. People stood frozen in place, staring at their own hands, touching their faces, clutching their chests as they tried to understand what had just happened. + +Only moments ago, many of them had died beneath demonic claws or infernal flames, their lives cut short without mercy. Now they were standing once more under the sky, breathing, thinking, living. Some whispered prayers. Others wept openly. A few believed this must be the afterlife, unable to comprehend how death itself could have been reversed. + +They were the same humans who had been slaughtered by the twin demons and by countless other horrors during the war. Every one of them had been brought back by Max, along with all other beings of Acaris who had perished in the long and brutal conflict. Death had released its grip on the world, and the living had been returned to their rightful place. + +At that moment, Max’s figure appeared high in the sky above the Valora Continent. His presence was calm and overwhelming at the same time. Using his mana, he projected his image and voice across the entire land so that every city, village, and remote settlement could see him clearly. + +"Everyone, I am Max Voidwalker," Max said, his voice steady and clear as it echoed across the continent. "You may also know me as Max Morgan." + +The instant his name was spoken, the Valora Continent erupted. Cheers rose like a tidal wave. Cries of joy, relief, and gratitude filled the air. People fell to their knees. Others raised their fists to the sky. Even those who did not fully understand what had happened felt their fear ease at the sight of him. + +To them, Max was a hero and after hearing his voice, they felt some peace. + +"The war against the demons has ended," Max continued, his words carrying absolute certainty. "We have eradicated all the demons from this world. Every last one of them has been killed. You no longer need to fear their return." + +The cheers grew even louder, some people sobbing uncontrollably as the weight of terror they had carried for so long finally lifted. + +"We have won the war," Max said. "You can rest easy now. There will be no more battles, no more invasions, and no more suffering of this kind. It has all ended." + +His words settled into the hearts of the people of Valora Continent like a promise carved into fate itself. For the first time in ages, the world felt truly safe. + +As they heard Max’s words, a collective sigh of relief swept across the Valora Continent like a gentle tide. People who had been standing stiff with disbelief finally let their shoulders slump, as though the weight they had carried for years had at last been lifted. + +Some collapsed to their knees, others clutched their chests, and many broke down completely, crying as they pulled their loved ones into desperate embraces. They had all experienced death in one form or another. They had watched parents fall before their eyes, seen children die screaming in their arms, and felt their own lives extinguished in moments of helpless terror.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +To be standing here again, alive and whole, and to hear that the war was truly over was almost too much for their hearts to bear. + +Joy and grief mixed together until they were impossible to separate. Tears flowed freely, not only for what had been lost, but for what had been returned. People whispered apologies to the dead who now stood beside them again, promising never to take their lives for granted. + +Others simply held one another in silence, afraid that if they spoke, the miracle might shatter. + +Then a voice rang out from somewhere in the crowd. + +"Max Morgan!" + +Another followed, louder and filled with emotion. + +"Max Morgan!" + +Within moments, the sound spread like wildfire. From the eastern plains to the western cities, from the northern mountains to the southern coasts, the chant rose and merged into a single overwhelming roar. + +"Max Morgan!" + +"Max Morgan!" + +"Max Morgan!" + +The name echoed across all five regions of the central continent, carried by wind and mana alike. Even in the southern regions, where Max had never personally set foot and where his influence had once been little more than rumor, people shouted his name until their throats burned. They did not need to see his battles to know what he had done. They were alive. That was proof enough. + +To them, Max was their hero. He was the one who had stood against the Young Monarch when terror first gripped the world. He was the one who had not abandoned them when demons descended upon their lands and slaughtered without mercy. Again and again, when despair threatened to swallow everything, Max had been there. + +In their hearts, the line between hero and god began to blur. And though Max himself might never seek such a title, it was inevitable that in the not so distant future, the people of this world would come to regard him as one. + +Just then, several figures cut through the air and arrived before Max. King Magnar stood at the forefront, his royal robes torn and stained, his usually composed face etched with disbelief. + +Beside him were Knight Kate, James Garfield, and the other leaders of the Eastern and Western Regions, all of them wearing expressions that hovered between hope and fear. They had seen too much destruction to believe in miracles easily. + +"Is what you said true?" King Magnar asked, his voice unsteady despite his efforts to remain composed. "Did we really win?" + +Max looked at him calmly and nodded. "Indeed. We have won." + +For a moment, King Magnar simply stared at him, as if trying to confirm that this was not some elaborate illusion. Then another thought struck him, and his expression tightened with worry. "What about the young geniuses who were in the Tower of Truth when the demons attacked us?" he asked quickly. "What about the children?" + +Max smiled gently. Without saying another word, he raised his hand and activated one of the Life Space Rings. A ripple spread through the air, and in the next instant, dozens of figures appeared above the ground. They were unharmed, confused, and very much alive. + +"Royal Father!" Crown Prince Aelric shouted the moment he recognized King Magnar. Tears streamed down his face as he flew forward without hesitation and embraced him tightly. + +Around them, similar scenes unfolded. Amelia froze in place for a heartbeat before sprinting toward her mother. Jack and Henry laughed and cried at the same time as they reunited with their families. + +Revenna covered her mouth with trembling hands before collapsing into her father’s arms. Bruce stood rooted in place, staring at the familiar faces around him as if afraid they would vanish if he blinked. + +They had believed the Valora Continent was lost. They had believed their families were dead. To see them alive again shattered the grief they had carried since the massacre, replacing it with overwhelming relief and joy. The air filled with laughter, sobs, and voices calling out names that had once been spoken only in despair. + +Max watched the scene quietly, a faint smile on his face. This had been one of his deepest regrets. The regret of not being there when Valora burned. The regret of believing that he had failed them. Seeing families reunited like this eased something heavy in his chest, a weight he had carried since the war began. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1337.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1337.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c15db6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1337.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1330: The final leveling in the Mortal Realms" +slug: "ch-1337" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1337 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1074 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +When everything finally settled, Max did not linger. He left the Valora Continent and headed toward the Lost Continent. One by one, he released the elves from the Life Space Rings, returning them to their homeland. + +He spoke briefly with the Elven King and Queen, assuring them that the war against the demons had ended and that their people were safe. Gratitude and disbelief filled their expressions, but Max did not stay long enough to accept thanks. + +From there, he traveled to the cursed zone of the Lost Continent. The land was silent, heavy with ancient power, just as it had been before. Without hesitation, Max placed the Tower of Truth back in its original location. + +The tower had been set in this world by its original owner for a reason, and Max had no intention of altering that balance. As the tower settled into place, its presence felt once again complete, as though a missing piece of the world had finally returned. + +With that, Max said his goodbyes to Lenavira’s parents and left the Lower Domain behind. Not long after, he arrived in the Middle Domain at the headquarters of the Four God Nation. The familiar sight of the grand halls and towering structures greeted him, though this time the atmosphere was tense with anticipation rather than fear. + +Standing at the center of the headquarters, Max released all the humans of the Four God Nation from the Life Space Rings. One after another, figures appeared, confused at first, then gradually realizing where they were. Murmurs spread through the crowd as they took in their surroundings, and countless pairs of eyes turned toward Max. + +"Everyone," Max said with a calm smile, his voice carrying clearly through the vast space. "We have defeated Mark, the crownbearer. I have also taken care of the red cloud calamity, so there is no longer any need for you to relocate to another world. You are all safe here." + +For a brief second, silence reigned as his words sank in. Then the headquarters erupted into chaos, though it was a chaos filled with joy rather than panic. People laughed, cried, and embraced one another, some falling to their knees in relief. + +Acaris was their home, the world their ancestors had lived on for countless generations, and the thought of abandoning it had weighed heavily on every heart. Hearing that they could remain here, safe and free from destruction, felt like a miracle they had not dared to hope for. + +Amid the cheers, Max turned and called out, "Victor, come here." + +Victor quickly made his way through the crowd and stopped before Max, his expression bright with gratitude and respect. The exhaustion from the war still lingered in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by relief. + +Max handed him the remaining Life Space Rings. "Take these and make sure all the humans are returned to their homes safely," he said. "Ensure that families are reunited and that no one is left behind." + +Victor accepted the rings with both hands and nodded solemnly. "I will take care of it," he replied before stepping away to begin the task. + +Max then turned back to the people of the Four God Nation, waiting until the noise gradually settled. His smile widened slightly as he spoke again. "There is another piece of good news," he said. "We have managed to resurrect all the people, soldiers, and heroes who died in the war against the demons. They have been brought back to life." + +For a heartbeat, no one reacted. Then disbelief gave way to shock, and shock turned into overwhelming joy. Cries of happiness echoed through the halls as people called out the names of loved ones they had lost. + +Many covered their mouths in disbelief, while others openly wept, their grief finally released after so long. The war had taken much from them, but in that moment, it felt as though the world itself had given something back. + +Max watched quietly as hope and life returned to the hearts of the people before him, knowing that this was the ending they had all fought so desperately to achieve. + +With that, Max quietly disappeared from the headquarters of the Four God Nation. + +Three months passed in what felt like a gentle breath of time, and the world of Acaris slowly settled into a peace it had not known for countless years. + +Cities were rebuilt, families reunited, and the scars left behind by demons, war, and calamity began to fade. For the first time since the fall of the crownbearer, the world breathed freely. + +Far away from any trace of civilization, in a vast desert where the wind carried nothing but sand and silence for thousands of miles, Max stood alone. The endless dunes stretched beneath a clear sky, untouched by life or history, making it the perfect place for what he was about to do. Only Lucien and Freya stood before him, their figures small against the boundless horizon. + +Max exhaled slowly and broke the silence. "I feel like if I let my guard down even a little, I will be forced to ascend to the Divine Realm," he said, his tone calm yet heavy with restraint. + +"It is good that you did not," Freya replied, her expression serious. "You should first enter the Divine Rank here in the mortal realm before stepping into the Divine Realm. There is no telling what you might face up there, and being unprepared would be dangerous even for you." + +Max nodded in agreement, then looked at the two of them. "What about you?" he asked. "I repaired the ascension tunnel of this world when I recreated it using the crown. You should both be able to ascend now." + +"We will," Freya said with a gentle smile. "But we have decided to ascend only after you do." + +Max let out a quiet sigh, a mix of resignation and gratitude. "Alright then," he said. "Get away from here. I am going to trigger my leveling to the Divine Rank."𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +Lucien gave a brief nod, while Freya looked at Max for a moment longer, as if committing his figure to memory. Then, without another word, both of them retreated, their figures vanishing into the distance and leaving Max alone beneath the open sky. + +The desert fell silent once more, with only Max standing at its center, ready to take the final step that would mark the end of his mortal journey. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1338.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1338.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d3c90f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1338.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1331: Facing the Wraith of the World again!" +slug: "ch-1338" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1338 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1100 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max took a slow, steady breath and released the final grip he had been holding on his body and soul. The moment that restraint vanished, a terrifying surge of power erupted from within him. + +Bang. + +The ground beneath his feet disintegrated instantly as a colossal wave of energy burst outward, pulverizing sand and stone into nothingness and carving a vast crater into the desert. The shockwave raced across the land like an invisible tide, flattening everything in its path before fading into the horizon. + +As this power escaped him, the sky above the entirety of Acaris began to change. The blue heavens darkened as though night had fallen in an instant, and thick black clouds gathered from every direction, spiraling toward a single point directly above Max. Within those clouds, white lightning twisted and writhed like living serpents, filling the air with an oppressive pressure that made the world itself seem to tremble. + +"This is the Wraith of the World," Max muttered calmly, lifting his gaze toward the heavens. He could feel it clearly now, the will of the world descending to judge him for stepping beyond the limits of mortality. + +This was not a simple tribulation meant to test potential, but a punishment meant to erase existence. As Max’s cultivation surged past the boundary of the mortal ranks and touched the threshold of the Divine Rank, the world responded with absolute hostility. + +Everyone who touched Divine Rank must faced this tribulation from the world. + +The clouds roared as the first lightning descended. + +It was a bolt of blinding white lightning, pure and merciless, carrying the authority of the world itself. It slammed into Max with enough force to annihilate a peak Divine Rank expert in an instant, yet Max did not move. + +The lightning shattered against his body, dispersing into countless sparks that vanished before they could touch the ground. His skin glowed faintly as his draconic scales and divine veins absorbed the impact without leaving so much as a scratch. + +The second lightning followed immediately, this one deep blue and cold, carrying the power of annihilation through frost and stillness. It struck Max squarely, freezing the air itself and turning the desert around him into crystalline ice for miles. + +Max’s breath did not falter as the White Lotus Ice Essence within him resonated, devouring the cold and reducing it to nothing. + +The third lightning fell like a spear of crimson fire, roaring as it descended, its heat so intense that it warped space and incinerated everything beneath it. Max raised one hand and allowed the flames to crash into him. The infernal energy and flame concepts within his body surged, consuming the destructive heat as though it were nourishment. + +The fourth lightning was violet, heavy with judgment, carrying the crushing weight of divine authority. It struck Max with a thunderous impact that sent ripples through space itself, yet his body remained unmoved. The Vein of Origin pulsed, stabilizing his form and anchoring him against the will of the world. + +The fifth lightning descended in silence, black as the void, carrying destruction that did not burn or freeze but erased. When it touched Max, the air screamed, yet the black flames within him rose instinctively, devouring the erasure and forcing it back into nothingness. + +The sixth lightning crackled with gold and silver light, radiating sanctified power meant to obliterate impurities. It wrapped around Max’s body like chains, attempting to tear him apart from the inside. The Heavenly Luminous Sacred Bloodline responded, dissolving the sanctified lightning and restoring balance within him. + +The seventh lightning was green and chaotic, filled with rampant life energy twisted into madness. Vines erupted from the ground around Max, trying to bind him and drain his vitality. His sword intent flared, and the Concept of Severing Sword sliced through the very notion of restraint, reducing the chaos to drifting motes of light. + +The eighth lightning arrived as a storm of countless smaller bolts, each one capable of killing a Divine Rank expert on its own. They struck Max in rapid succession, hammering his body from every direction. His Three Dimensional Body activated fully, harmonizing space, time, and form, dispersing the storm as though it were nothing more than rain. + +Then came the ninth lightning. + +The sky fell silent as a colossal pillar of lightning descended, containing every attribute of the previous strikes combined into a single judgment. This was the final sentence of the Wraith of the World, an execution meant to ensure that nothing survived. When it struck Max, the entire desert vanished, erased down to the bedrock, and a blinding light engulfed the horizon. + +When the light faded, Max still stood at the center of the crater, his body glowing faintly with layered energies that slowly settled back into calm. The clouds above trembled, then began to disperse as if uncertain, as though the world itself could not comprehend what it had just witnessed. + +Max exhaled softly and closed his eyes for a moment as a profound change swept through him. His body, soul, and existence refined themselves in an instant, stepping fully into the Divine Rank without resistance or damage. The Wraith of the World retreated, defeated not by defiance alone, but by absolute compatibility with power beyond mortal limits. + +When Max opened his eyes again, the sky was clear, the storm gone, and the desert lay silent around him. + +Understood. I will rewrite this so that the Divine Sparks do not merge into the golden core and instead exist independently within Max’s inner source, forming a higher-order structure suitable for future Cosmic Path evolution. + +But this was not over, not inside Max’s body. While the Wraith of the World faded and the heavens slowly returned to calm, an even more profound change unfolded within his inner source, silent and absolute. + +At the center of that inner source, the golden core continued to float steadily, unchanged in form, radiating a dignified and stable brilliance. Beside it stood the Chaos Tree, ancient and towering, its trunk engraved with the traces of countless breakthroughs and life-and-death moments Max had endured. + +Upon its branches rested innumerable leaves, each one representing a concept he had comprehended over his long journey. These leaves were no longer vague symbols. Each carried the complete structure of its concept, layered cleanly from the first level all the way to the fifth. + +As Max truly stepped into Divine Rank, the Chaos Tree trembled as if acknowledging a new authority. One by one, the leaves corresponding to his fully mastered concepts began to resonate, their light deepening and stabilizing rather than flaring wildly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1339.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1339.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec28ae2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1339.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1332 - 6th level of Divine Rank" +slug: "ch-1339" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1339 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1334 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The leaf of flame reacted first. It glowed with a deep, primordial radiance that did not burn outward but condensed inward. From its center, a tiny spark emerged, no larger than a grain of sand, yet carrying terrifying density. + +This was not ordinary fire, but the Divine Spark of Flame, the essence of combustion, destruction, warmth, and renewal refined to its purest state. Instead of descending into the golden core, the spark drifted away from the leaf and came to rest in the space beside the core, floating calmly like a newborn star. + +Soon after, the leaf of ice responded. A profound stillness spread through the inner source as cold clarity manifested. From that leaf condensed a pale blue spark, flawless and crystalline, embodying absolute stillness, suppression, preservation, and inevitability. + +The Divine Spark of Ice separated from the leaf and settled opposite the flame spark, maintaining perfect balance without clashing, each existing independently yet harmoniously. + +Lightning followed with explosive intent. The Chaos Tree shook more violently this time as the lightning leaf erupted with sharp brilliance. Thunder echoed through Max’s being, not as sound but as authority. A violet spark formed, crackling with speed, judgment, and decisive will. + +This Divine Spark of Lightning shot outward from the leaf and halted near the others, releasing faint arcs that illuminated the inner source without causing destruction. + +Then came space. + +The leaf of space did not glow brightly. Instead, the inner source itself warped subtly, as though distance had lost meaning. From that leaf emerged a translucent spark that seemed to exist in multiple positions at once. + +The Divine Spark of Space embodied separation, connection, confinement, freedom, and infinite extension. It floated quietly near the golden core, anchoring itself without merging, causing the very structure of the inner source to become vastly more stable and expansive. + +Last was the sword. + +The leaf representing the Concept of Severing Sword sharpened to an impossible degree, its presence cutting through perception itself. From its center condensed a dark silver spark, heavy with absolute intent. + +This was the Divine Spark of Sword, the embodiment of severance, finality, decision, and authority. When it separated from the leaf, even the other Divine Sparks seemed to still, instinctively acknowledging its edge. It took its place closest to Max’s consciousness, hovering like a silent executioner awaiting command. + +The golden core did not absorb any of these sparks. + +Instead, it remained at the center as a stabilizing anchor, while the five Divine Sparks formed a loose constellation around it, each independent, each sovereign, yet bound by Max’s will and existence. The Chaos Tree stabilized completely, its roots digging deeper into Max’s being, its branches growing sturdier, its leaves sharper and more defined. + +This was not the structure of an ordinary Divine Rank cultivator. + +Rather than fusing everything into a single source, Max had unknowingly laid the foundation for something far more terrifying. His concepts had given birth to Divine Sparks that existed on their own, capable of evolving independently, resonating with each other, and one day forming true Cosmic Paths without being restricted by a single core. + +When Max finally opened his eyes, he did not feel explosive power or arrogant superiority. + +He felt clarity. + +His strength no longer surged chaotically. It obeyed. Each concept now possessed a divine foundation, each spark a seed for something far greater, waiting only for direction. + +Just then many notifications flashed before him. + +[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 1st level of Divine Rank.] + +[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 2nd level of Divine Rank.] + +[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 3rd level of Divine Rank.] + +[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 4th level of Divine Rank.] + +[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 5th level of Divine Rank.] + +[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 6th level of Divine Rank.] + +’I leveled up all the way to the sixth level of Divine Rank... cool.’ Max smiled silently, a brief flicker of genuine joy crossing his face as he sensed the stabilization of his realm. + +It was not surprising in the slightest. He had devoured countless attacks from Mark, attacks infused with the essence of the world itself. He had just absorbed some remnants of the Wraith of the World, a force meant to judge and erase existence. + +On top of that, during his Mythic Rank, he had deliberately compressed his mana again and again until his foundation was absurdly dense. All of it accumulated, stacked upon each other, and the result was inevitable. The moment he crossed into Divine Rank, his cultivation surged forward like a flood breaking through a dam, carrying him straight to the sixth level without pause. + +But that joy lasted less than a breath. + +The instant his realm stabilized, the world turned hostile. + +It was not hatred, nor malice. It was law. + +The laws of Acaris reacted violently to his existence, as if his presence had become an error that could no longer be tolerated. Space tightened around him. The sky pressed down with invisible weight. + +The earth beneath his feet groaned as though bearing a burden far beyond its limits. It was the pressure of forced ascension, the world demanding that he leave, insisting that a being of his level had no right to remain within a mortal realm. + +Max’s expression darkened. + +The pressure was far greater than before. This was not the gentle pull he had felt earlier, nor the distant call of the Divine Realm. This was coercion. The world was actively trying to expel him, to tear his existence away and fling him upward whether he agreed or not. + +Without hesitation, Max activated his fifth level concept of space.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +The space around his body locked instantly, not expanding outward but collapsing inward into a perfectly controlled domain no larger than a few meters. Within this confined region, spatial laws obeyed him alone. Ascension force struck the boundary and rippled violently, sending distortions racing across the invisible barrier like cracks spreading through glass. + +At the same time, Max opened the first of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin. + +A deep, ancient power surged through his body, reinforcing his flesh, bones, blood, and soul all at once. His muscles tightened as if forged from divine metal. His organs resonated with a heavy, steady rhythm. Even his artificial soul trembled under the strain, amplifying every sensation, every pulse of pain, every ounce of resistance he exerted. + +It was still too much. + +The pressure did not lessen. Instead, it intensified. + +Blood seeped from the corners of Max’s mouth as the world continued to push, layers of reality pressing down on him like overlapping mountains. His locked space creaked audibly, invisible fractures appearing as the ascension force battered it from every direction. His body shook despite the reinforcement of the Vein of Origin, his dragon scales flaring faintly as they worked tirelessly to repair microfractures forming throughout his flesh. + +Max clenched his teeth, refusing to yield. + +He could feel it clearly now. If he relaxed for even a single moment, if his concentration wavered for even an instant, the world would seize him and tear him away from Acaris. He would ascend whether he was ready or not, whether the consequences were acceptable or not. + +This was the price of power. + +Remaining in the mortal world at this level was no longer natural. It was an act of defiance against existence itself. + +Every breath felt heavier than the last. Every heartbeat echoed like a drum struck too hard. The laws of the world screamed at him without sound, demanding obedience, demanding departure. + +And yet, Max stood there. + +Sweat mixed with blood as it ran down his face. His eyes burned with focus rather than fear. Even as the pressure threatened to crush him, a calm resolve settled deep within his core. + +’Just give me a little more time to say goodbye to everyone.’ Max thought as he turned to Freya and Lucien and wondered why they looked so relaxed. Weren’t they also feeling the forceful ascension? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-134.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-134.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5790fa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-134.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 134: Shocking the entire Temple" +slug: "ch-134" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 134 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1282 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As everyone on the second and third floors wondered about the so-called "monster of a genius" who was about to ascend to the top of the monolith, the crowd of geniuses on the first floor witnessed everything firsthand. + +They watched with wide eyes, unable to look away from the monolith as Max’s figure slowly reached the top and disappeared from sight. + +"Everyone, there you have it. The sixth genius to ever reach the peak of the monolith in the history of the temple," the blob of slime once again announced, its voice brimming with excitement as it echoed to the other two floors. + +"He did it! He reached the peak of the monolith!" + +"Damn, how cool would it be to become the only sixth person in the entire world to do this?" + +"He might become the strongest genius of our era for sure, as nobody in our time has achieved anything like he has." + +"True, he has the potential, but would he reach that realm? Nobody knows." + +The crowd erupted once the announcement was made. Those on the first floor watched in awe as history was being created—a legend in the making. + +"Damn, he did it. He reached the peak! He’s only the sixth person to ever do something like this," Sam said excitedly, still in shock. He never imagined he would witness something as grand as this in the temple. + +Dean grinned. "I didn’t expect him to be this talented, but damn, he surprised me the most. Reaching the top of the monolith isn’t easy, and I bet feats like this are rare." + +"True. He’s created a legend that will be remembered for generations," Princess Aveline said, her eyes growing more curious. She really wanted to know what kind of person ’Max’ was. Stay tuned with freewebnovel + +"He is a remarkable genius, and he has proved that, but I don’t think he’s as strong as the two masked brothers claim he is," Evlin said, her tone dissatisfied. + +Princess Aveline glanced at her, her expression equally curious. "I also want to know how strong he really is. To be this talented, he surely must be strong, right?" + +"Strong? We’ll know once he comes down," Nathan sneered. Though his confidence had taken a hit after Max reached the peak of the monolith, he was still as unbridled as ever. + +Tom smiled, glancing at his brother. "I’m sure he’s strong, but as strong as us at the 4th level of Apprentice Rank? Impossible." + +On the second floor, Anton stared at the screen that appeared before them. It displayed a young man’s journey from the bottom of the monolith to the very peak. + +"This... this person is Max?!" Anton muttered in shock, his voice barely audible. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. + +As the son of the leader of the Phoenix Order guild, Anton was exposed to information that others could only dream of, so he understood better than anyone what it meant to reach the peak of the monolith. + +Legend had it that the entire temple had once been the property of an expert from the Middle Domain. Due to some misfortune, he died in the Lower Domain, but before his death, he used the temple as a test to find his last disciple. + +One such test was the monolith. + +Only five people had managed to reach the peak of the monolith, but information about them had been lost to history. The five geniuses who had previously climbed to the peak of the monolith had faded into the annals of time. Nobody knew their names, their associations—everything had been lost over the years. + +When the five ancestors of the five major guilds found the temple, it was dormant. Only after their entries did the temple begin testing more and more geniuses over time. But due to the greed of the five major guilds, they had hidden the portal to the temple where no power in the world could find it. + +That all changed when the temple sent portals to all five regions of the Valora Continent. + +Therefore, Max reaching the peak of the monolith made one thing clear to Anton. + +"His potential is the highest among everyone in the entire Valora Continent, in the entire Lower Domains," Anton muttered, his astonishment evident. + +At that moment, Anton realized the insane combat power Max possessed wasn’t by accident. With such great potential and talent, if he didn’t have combat power to match, it would be disappointing. + +"The last time someone from the five major guilds reached the highest point was Freya Voidwalker. She reached the 880-meter mark," Anton frowned as he compared the results of Max and Freya, his eyes gleaming with suspicion. + +On the third floor, similar screens appeared in the air, projecting Max’s ascent to the top of the monolith. + +Every single genius on the third floor was stunned. They knew that the monolith in every floor remained the same. The pressure they faced on the monolith on the third floor was the same that others on the first and second floors faced. Yet no one on the third floor had managed to surpass the 800-meter mark while someone on the other two floors reached the peak. + +Despite everyone on the third floor having auras at level 3, none had reached the peak, while someone from the other floors had done so. + +"Max..." Veylin muttered, his face gloomy as he recognized the figure on the screen. "I should have killed him back then." He regretted not killing him when he had the chance. + +Beside him stood Five, no longer wearing the cloak, his face clearly visible. He had a long, handsome face with short golden hair, resembling a prince from a forgotten kingdom. + +Glancing at Max’s figure as he ascended the monolith, Five’s expression didn’t change. His eyes only gleamed at the sight. ’It won’t be long before we battle once again,’ he thought, walking back to deepen his comprehension of level 3 of Sword Aura. + +Geniuses from across the regions—Mad Sword of the West, Ravenna Frostbane of the North, Arthur Gale of the South, and the prodigies of the Five Major Guilds of the East—each hailed as masters of Level 3 auras, found their gazes riveted to the screen before them.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +These paragons of power, who rarely deigned to acknowledge the achievements of others, now watched in rapt silence, their focus unshakably fixed on the unfolding scene. + +Amidst the crowd of geniuses on the third floor of the temple, Serena and Bruce of the Phoenix Order guild stood frozen, their gazes fixed on the massive screen displaying Max’s climb. Both wore expressions of disbelief, their wide eyes reflecting their shock. + +"This... can’t be possible," Serena whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the other geniuses. + +Bruce clenched his fists, his knuckles white. "We barely made it to the 600-meter mark before we had to give up... and now this?" His tone was a mixture of incredulity and frustration. + +"How is this possible?" Serena muttered, her mind racing. "He’s supposed to be weaker than us... isn’t he?" + +Bruce’s jaw tightened. "Clearly, he’s not." He exhaled deeply, trying to mask the bitterness creeping into his voice. "Strength isn’t just about raw power. That climb... it must have taken insane comprehension, grit, and something more." + +Serena nodded slowly, her initial disbelief giving way to reluctant admiration. "To think someone like him would make history here. And to stand among the six who’ve conquered the monolith... it’s incredible." + +Around them, other geniuses whispered and speculated, their envy tempered with awe. The monolith had always been a measure of not just strength but potential, and Max’s success had shaken the belief systems of many present. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1340.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1340.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee58ace --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1340.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1333: Meeting Alice and Lenavira!" +slug: "ch-1340" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1340 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1016 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max arrived before Lucien and Freya with heavy, deliberate steps, each movement carrying the invisible weight pressing down on his existence. The air around him felt dense, distorted, as if the world itself was resisting his presence. He stopped a short distance away and looked at them, his brows knitting together as he took in their calm expressions. + +"Don’t you guys feel the pressure of ascension?" Max asked, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of strain as he glanced between the two of them.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +"I don’t," Freya replied with a gentle smile, her posture relaxed as if the world was not trying to push her away at all. "My strength was sealed by the world when we fell into this mortal realm. What you have seen so far is only a portion of what I truly possess. I have merely unsealed enough to act within this world without breaking it, and even now my true power remains restrained." + +She paused for a moment, then continued calmly. "Now that the ascension tunnel has been repaired, I can return to the Divine Realm properly. Once I am there, I can use the divine energy of that realm to unseal the rest of my strength without consequences. Because of this, the world does not see me as someone who must be expelled immediately, so I do not suffer the forced ascension pressure you are feeling right now." + +Max nodded slowly as understanding settled in. Before his battle with Mark, he could have easily endured that level of pressure without much difficulty, so it was not surprising that Freya, whose foundation originated far beyond this world, could remain unaffected. + +He then turned his gaze toward Lucien. + +Lucien raised a hand lightly and let out a quiet sigh. "Don’t look at me like that," he said with a faint, tired smile. "I am a being born of this world, but I have been stuck at the peak of Divine Rank for years. The pressure you are feeling now is something I have lived with for a very long time. At some point, you simply grow accustomed to it." + +Max studied him for a brief moment, then nodded. He could sense it now that Lucien mentioned it. The pressure around Lucien existed, but it no longer agitated him. It was like a constant background force he had learned to coexist with. + +"I can ascend at any time now," Max said quietly, lifting his gaze toward the distant horizon as if he could already see beyond the sky of Acaris. "The world is not hiding its intent anymore. But before I do that, there is one thing I must settle." + +He turned back to them, his expression firm. + +"I need to make sure someone inherits the crown." + +"The crown has been floating in the air above Acaris for three months now," Lucien said with a faint frown, his gaze lifting toward the sky as if he could sense its distant presence. "It should still be searching for a suitable candidate, but it has not responded to anyone yet." + +Max let out a slow sigh. Three months had passed since the end of the war, and the world had returned to peace, yet the crown remained unclaimed. He could feel its existence at all times, silent and watchful, as if judging every soul beneath it. + +"Do not worry too much," Freya said calmly, her tone carrying quiet certainty. "The crown will not choose just anyone in haste. It is looking for someone who can abandon their own life, their loved ones, and everything they hold dear for the sake of the world. Such resolve is rare, and finding a person like that will never be easy." + +Max nodded, understanding her words. The burden of a crownbearer was heavier than any cultivation realm, and the crown itself knew that better than anyone. + +"You should go and prepare for your ascension," Freya added with a teasing smile. "I believe your two friends are waiting anxiously for you." + +Max could not help but smile at that. He gave her a brief nod, and in the next moment, his figure faded from sight as he disappeared. + +After he left, Lucien turned toward Freya. "When will we be ascending?" he asked. + +"Just after my brother ascends," Freya replied without hesitation. "Only when he has safely entered the Divine Realm will I feel at ease enough to follow." + +Lucien nodded slowly. "Then I will take care of a few things on my own," he said. "I will meet you again when Max ascends." + +Freya inclined her head in acknowledgment. + +With a small smile, Lucien vanished, leaving Freya standing alone. + +---- + +Alice and Lenavira stood side by side on the balcony of Alice’s room within the Phoenix God Nation, the warm glow of the setting sun washing over their faces. The sky was clear and vast, yet both of them looked distant, their eyes carrying a quiet sadness they did not try to hide. + +They knew what this moment meant. Max’s ascension to the Divine Realm was close, and no matter how much they wished otherwise, they could not follow him. + +Their strength was still far from sufficient to step into the Divine Realm. Ascension was a dream they both held close to their hearts, but it was a dream that required time, struggle, and countless trials. For now, all they could do was watch and wait. + +Just as the silence grew heavier, Max’s figure appeared behind them. + +"What are you two thinking about?" Max asked softly as he wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them close and resting his chin lightly above their heads. He could feel the heaviness in their hearts even before he saw the expressions on their faces. + +Alice took a slow breath, then looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination rather than despair. "We will ascend to the Divine Realm when we reach the peak of Divine Rank," she said firmly, her voice steady and resolute. + +"Yes," Lenavira added, nodding in agreement as she turned toward Max. "We definitely will ascend." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1341.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1341.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..039c9bb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1341.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1334: Risk of Ascension!" +slug: "ch-1341" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1341 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1150 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max nodded slowly at them, his expression gentle yet firm. "I will wait for you too," he said softly, then paused before continuing with a faint sigh. "But I would prefer you do not force yourselves. Just wait for me for at most five or ten years, and I will come back for you." + +As he said those words, a quiet heaviness settled in his heart. According to what Freya had explained to him, ascension was not something he could cheat or bypass. During ascension, he could not take humans through the ascension tunnel with him. Life Space Rings were useless in this situation, and even his Dimension of Spirit could not be used recklessly. + +If he stored humans inside Life Space Rings and attempted to ascend, the violent force generated by the ascension tunnel would crush the rings instantly, killing everyone inside without exception. + +The reason was painfully simple. The Life Space Rings he possessed were of the lowest grade, never meant to endure the terrifying pressure of an ascension tunnel. If the ascension tunnel had remained broken, he could have bypassed the entire process and been pulled directly into the anchoring realm tied to him. + +But now that the ascension tunnel had been repaired, the rules of the world were absolute. He would be forced to pass through the tunnel first before any anchoring could take effect. + +As for the Dimension of Spirit, Max had questioned Freya carefully. He had hoped that the world inside him might be different, that it could shelter humans during ascension. Her answer, however, had been clear and unwavering. + +The ascension tunnel functioned as a filter. It examined the being ascending, counted how many humans were attempting to pass through, and if it detected additional human or humanoid lifeforms hidden within another, the ascension would fail. Worse still, there was a risk of divine punishment. It was not a gamble she was willing to let him take. + +Max had also asked about the other beings residing within his Dimension of Spirit. On that matter, Freya’s answer had been calmer. The ascension tunnel only scanned humans and humanoid lifeforms. Spirits and similar existences were different. + +They did not require an ascension tunnel to enter the Divine Realm at all. If their strength was sufficient, they could come and go freely without restriction. + +Remembering all of this, Max looked at Alice and Lenavira with quiet resolve. He could not take them with him now, no matter how much he wanted to. All he could do was promise to return, stronger than ever, and make sure that when they finally ascended, it would be safely and without regret. + +As for why he did not want them to ascend, Max’s thoughts were far from simple hesitation. He was worried about something far more dangerous. If Alice and Lenavira ascended on their own, there was no guarantee they would arrive in the same world within the Divine Realm as him. + +The Divine Realm was vast beyond imagination, filled with countless realms, factions, and powers that could crush mortals like ants. If they ascended to some unfamiliar divine world and encountered trouble, Max would have no way to reach them, no way to protect them, and no way to intervene even if he knew they were in danger. That was something he could not accept. + +Because of this, Max did not want them to ascend at all. He wanted them to grow stronger within the safety of Acaris, to reach the very peak of Divine Rank without crossing the threshold. Only then, when they possessed enough strength to protect themselves, would ascension truly be safe. But even then Max want them to wait for him. + +There was another reason, one that gave Max a quiet sense of confidence. He believed his class was different from all others. As the Dimensional Keeper, he was meant to govern more than just space. + +He believed there should be a dimension within him that was specifically meant for humans, a safe realm where humans could exist without being crushed by divine pressure. He had asked Tian about this directly, and Tian had confirmed his suspicion. Such a realm did exist within him, but it remained locked. Only when Max’s strength surpassed the Divine Rank would those deeper dimensions begin to awaken. + +Tian had also warned him clearly about the ascension tunnel. The filtration of the ascension tunnel was absolute when it came to humans. It would detect hidden human lifeforms without fail and respond with rejection or punishment. + +Because of this, Tian strongly advised Max not to take humans into the Dimension of Spirit during ascension, no matter how safe it might appear. However, Tian also revealed something important. + +The dimension meant specifically for humans was different. It was not an external storage or hidden space but a fundamental part of Max’s authority as a Dimensional Keeper. Once unlocked, it would be able to bypass any form of human filtration or scanning without triggering the ascension tunnel’s restrictions. + +Knowing this, Max was certain of one thing. He did not need to rush. He only needed time. Once he ascended, grew stronger, and unlocked those deeper dimensions, he would be able to bring Alice and Lenavira to the Divine Realm safely, without fear, and without risking their lives to the cruel laws of ascension. + +"Wait for you?" Alice asked softly as she looked at Max, her eyes searching his face for certainty rather than doubt. + +Max nodded without hesitation, his gaze steady and sincere. "I have a way to safely take you both to the Divine Realm," he said. "But it will take time for me to reach that point. Five years at the least, ten years at most. I cannot rush it." + +Alice was silent for a moment before a small smile slowly formed on her lips. There was no bitterness in it, only quiet acceptance and trust. "We would have to wait that long anyway," she said gently. "I do not think either of us will reach the peak of Divine Rank in less than five years. Even ten years sounds reasonable, so we can wait. But you have to come back for us." + +Lenavira stepped closer, her expression earnest and unwavering. "You have to promise," she said. "No matter what happens, no matter how far the Divine Realm is, you must come back for us." + +Max did not answer immediately. Instead, he pulled both of them into his arms, holding them tightly as if trying to engrave this moment into his soul. When he finally spoke, his voice was firm, warm, and filled with resolve. "I promise," he said. "No matter where I am, no matter how high I climb, I will come back for you both." + +Neither Alice nor Lenavira said anything after that. They did not need to. The promise had been made, and for them, that was enough. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1342.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1342.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..58a2a41 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1342.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1335: Allen Spencer" +slug: "ch-1342" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1342 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After spending some time with Alice and Lenavira, Max arrived at the Tower of Truth. The moment he stepped inside, the crushing pressure of ascension that had been constantly weighing on his body vanished without a trace, allowing him to finally stand properly and breathe without restraint. + +Only then did he truly realize how extraordinary the Tower of Truth was, because it did not merely test them but also completely blocked the force of ascension that the world itself imposed. As long as he remained within the tower, the world could not push him toward the Divine Realm no matter how strong he became. + +It meant that if Max truly wished to delay his ascension indefinitely, he could remain here for his entire life. He knew he would never choose such a path, yet having the choice itself brought him a strange sense of calm. + +Max decided to stay within the Tower of Truth for another month. Instead of using that time to cultivate or comprehend laws, he chose something far more precious. He invited Alice and Lenavira into the tower, making use of its authority to freely bring them in and out. + +The Tower of Truth, which had once been a place of trials, judgments, and a goal for countless geniuses, became strangely lively during that month. Max spent his days walking through the vast halls with the two girls, exploring hidden chambers, laughing over trivial things, and simply enjoying moments of peace that felt almost unreal after everything they had endured. + +Sometimes they would sit together on the high platforms of the tower, looking down at the endless space within it, talking about the past, the future, and dreams that no longer felt impossible. + +There were days when Max sparred lightly with them, carefully restraining his strength while teaching them techniques and correcting their flaws, turning training into something closer to play than hardship. + +There were nights when they shared meals inside the tower, food brought in from the outside world, laughing as if the weight of worlds had never rested on Max’s shoulders. Alice’s laughter echoed freely, no longer burdened by fear of loss, while Lenavira’s smile became brighter with each passing day. + +For Max, those moments were more precious than any breakthrough or treasure, because they reminded him why he had fought so desperately in the first place. + +The month passed quietly, almost too quickly, like a fleeting dream that one wished would last a little longer. When the time finally came for Max to leave the Tower of Truth and face his ascension, he did so with a calm heart. + +That month of leisure, laughter, and warmth had grounded him more firmly than any cultivation ever could, giving him the resolve to step into the Divine Realm without regret. + +It was then that Max’s senses rang out in sharp warning as an unfamiliar fluctuation rippled through the world. The change was subtle yet absolute, carrying an authority that could not be ignored. Max excused himself from Alice and Lenavira with a gentle smile, assuring them he would return soon, and his figure vanished from the Tower of Truth in a blink. + +He reappeared in a barren forest where the land itself felt quiet and restrained, as if all life had consciously withdrawn. There were no beasts, no insects, no birds, not even the faint pulse of hidden vitality beneath the soil. + +At the center of this lifeless expanse stood a lone figure with his back facing Max, a golden crown resting upon his head and radiating a calm, dignified brilliance that blended seamlessly with the world. Max immediately understood what he was seeing. The crown had finally chosen its bearer. + +The figure slowly turned around, sensing Max’s presence without fear or hesitation. Their eyes met, and Max realized that the young man before him was someone he had never seen before. There was no trace of arrogance or confusion in his gaze, only clarity and resolve. + +The moment the young man recognized Max, he immediately dropped to one knee and bowed his head deeply in respect. + +"Lord Max," he said with sincerity that carried no pretense. + +Max stepped forward at once and lifted him up by the arm, his expression firm but kind. "What are you doing?" Max said calmly. "You are now the crownbearer of this world. You are someone who chose to give up your life, your family, your future, and everything you had for the sake of this world. You do not need to kneel before me. Stand straight."𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +The young man hesitated for only a moment before nodding solemnly and standing upright. Even then, his posture carried a quiet humility rather than forced confidence. + +"What is your name?" Max asked, observing him more closely and noting that he could not be more than a few years into adulthood. + +"I am Allen Spencer," the young man replied with a respectful smile that felt genuine and untainted. + +Max nodded. "Allen, then tell me how it feels to wield the power of a god. Do you feel anything uncomfortable? Any darkness or foreign thoughts lingering within you?" + +Allen tilted his head slightly as if carefully examining his own state before answering. "No. I feel very positive. My thoughts are clear, calm, and steady. It feels like the sky above me after a storm has passed." + +Max released a quiet breath of relief and nodded again. That answer alone told him everything he needed to know. There was no trace of the True Origin Devil Blood left within the crown. + +Just then, two figures appeared beside Max as space rippled softly. Freya and Lucien arrived almost simultaneously, their gazes immediately locking onto the golden crown resting on Allen’s head. For a brief moment, surprise crossed their faces before their attention shifted to Max. + +"Is he..." Freya began, her voice trailing off. + +Max nodded. "He is the current crownbearer of this world." + +Freya studied Allen carefully, her expression easing as she sensed the purity of the crown’s aura. "He is quite young," she said quietly. + +Lucien smiled faintly as he looked at Allen. "But if the crown chose him, then there will be no problem." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1343.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1343.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52725c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1343.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1336: Ascension to Divine Realm" +slug: "ch-1343" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1343 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1018 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After a little more conversation with Allen, Max finally decided that there was no reason left to delay his ascension any longer. The crown had chosen its bearer, the world of Acaris had returned to stability, and every lingering threat had been erased. + +Even so, Max spent two more days in quiet preparation, not out of hesitation but out of respect for the gravity of what he was about to do. Ascension was not merely a rise in realm. It was a farewell to the world that had shaped him, a threshold beyond which nothing would ever feel the same again. + +When the time came, Max returned to the same barren desert where he had once endured the Wraith of the World and stepped into Divine Rank. The land was still vast and empty, stretching endlessly beneath the sky, yet it no longer felt desolate. + +Countless figures had gathered across the sands, forming a silent sea of witnesses. High ranking leaders of the Four God Nation stood with solemn expressions, alongside powerful figures from the Middle Domain who rarely ever appeared together in one place. + +Elders and royalty from the Elven Kingdom of the Lost Continent were present, their ancient eyes filled with reverence. Representatives from every major region of the Valora Continent had come as well, including kings, generals, some hidden masters, and heroes who had survived the war. + +Among the crowd stood Max’s friends, those who had fought beside him and those who had believed in him when the world itself was falling apart. There were also the seven squad leaders Max had personally trained them back in Nullaria. + +Alice and Lenavira were there as well, standing close together, their gazes fixed on Max with a mixture of pride, reluctance, and quiet longing. None of them spoke. Words felt unnecessary in the face of what this moment represented. + +Only three figures stood close to Max at the center of the desert. Freya stood with her arms folded, her expression calm yet deeply serious, watching him with the eyes of someone who knew exactly how heavy this step was. + +Allen stood nearby, the golden crown resting upon his head, his posture straight and dignified as the new guardian of the world Max was about to leave behind. Lucien stood slightly behind them, his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his face that carried both respect and unspoken admiration. + +They had not gathered out of curiosity. They had not come for spectacle. Every single person standing there had come for the same reason. This was their way of showing respect to the strongest being this world had ever produced. + +The man who had saved Acaris from the demons, from the Nulls, and from an evil crownbearer who nearly erased existence itself. The man who had died, returned, fought gods, and still chosen to protect a world that could never truly repay him. + +As the wind swept across the desert, carrying grains of sand into the sky, silence reigned supreme. In that silence, Max stood tall at the center of it all, his presence calm and unwavering. + +This was not a coronation, nor was it a farewell filled with tears. It was acknowledgment. It was gratitude. It was the world itself bearing witness as one of its own prepared to step beyond it. + +They had all come to witness Max Voidwalker’s ascension. + +Max looked at the countless figures gathered around him and spoke calmly, his voice spreading clearly across the desert. + +"Everyone, I have repaired the ascension tunnel, meaning you all can ascend to the Divine Realm as well," Max said. "The only requirement to be eligible for ascension is the comprehension of a fifth level concept. However, I must warn you about the consequences of ascension. Once you ascend to the Divine Realm, you will begin at the very bottom. Anyone can step on you, defeat you, or even kill you if you are not careful. Because of this, I would only recommend ascension to those who feel they have not yet reached the full potential of their talent and can still grow beyond Divine Rank. Otherwise, it is not worth ascending if you are destined to remain a soldier for your entire life." + +He paused briefly, letting the weight of his words settle into the hearts of everyone present. + +"Take these words as a warning from me," Max added. + +After saying that, he took a slow breath and turned his gaze toward Alice and Lenavira, his expression softening. + +"Alright," Max said gently. "Everyone, back off a little. I will start my ascension now." + +Freya stepped forward slightly, her eyes serious as she looked at him. "Do not forget what I have told you about the Divine Realm," she said solemnly. + +Max nodded at her, fully understanding the meaning behind her words. + +Lucien looked at him next and spoke with a faint smile that carried more concern than humor. "Take care of yourself out there," he said. + +Allen did not speak, but he nodded deeply at Max, the golden crown upon his head shining quietly as a sign of acknowledgment and respect. + +Max smiled at all of them before turning his attention to Alice and Lenavira. He held their gaze for a moment longer, a promise and reassurance contained within that single look, before finally straightening his posture. + +Slowly, Max released the spatial domain he had created with his fifth level concept of space to resist ascension. The instant he did so, the pressure that had been restrained for so long surged outward violently, and the ground beneath his feet shattered as if it could no longer withstand his presence. + +At the same time, Max relaxed his body completely and stopped using the Vein of Origin to oppose the force of ascension. + +The moment he let go, blue light erupted from his body, pure and radiant, enveloping his figure entirely. In the next heartbeat, his form transformed into a beam of brilliant blue light that shot straight into the sky, piercing through the clouds before vanishing beyond the world of Acaris. + +Max Voidwalker had finally ascended. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1344.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1344.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0514ca1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1344.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1337: Into the Divine Realm" +slug: "ch-1344" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1344 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1144 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment Max’s figure transformed into a blue beam of light, his perception fractured into layers as he felt himself pass through reinforced space again and again, each layer denser and more oppressive than the last. + +Every transition pressed against his body like an invisible mountain, testing the limits of his flesh, his bones, and even his soul, and Max understood instantly that if he had ascended even a little weaker than his current state, these layers alone would have torn him apart. + +Time lost its meaning as he crossed them, seconds stretching into something that felt like minutes, until the suffocating pressure vanished without warning and cold air slammed into his face. Before he could properly react, gravity reclaimed him, and he found himself falling freely through the sky. + +Max twisted his body midair and looked down, and what he saw sent a quiet tremor through his heart. Beneath him spread a city so vast and orderly that it dwarfed anything he had seen in the mortal realms. + +The buildings rose like sculpted monuments, their surfaces etched with unfamiliar runes and patterns that pulsed faintly with divine energy. Towers of crystal and stone intertwined with structures that seemed grown rather than built, their shapes elegant and precise, as if the city itself had been designed by laws rather than hands. + +Streets formed perfect geometric paths that glowed softly, and the very air carried a weight that made Max feel both small and exhilarated at the same time. + +"Is this the Divine Realm?" Max muttered softly to himself, his voice nearly swallowed by the rushing wind. + +Before he could admire it further, his Three Dimensional Body reacted sharply, warning him of countless presences nearby. Max turned his head and widened his senses, and only then did he realize that he was not alone. + +From every direction, thousands of figures were falling through the sky just like him, their silhouettes streaking downward from different points in the heavens. They were all human, or at least humanoid, their auras chaotic and unstable, filled with the raw unfamiliarity of ascension. + +"Are all of them from mortal worlds?" Max murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sheer number of newcomers. + +Instinctively, he tried to stabilize himself by circulating his mana and flying the same way he would have in Acaris, but the moment he did so, his energy reacted violently. His mana surged out of control, refusing to obey him, and before Max could suppress it, his body was wrapped in blue light once again. + +With a sharp rush of force, he was dragged downward, his figure transforming into a blazing streak as he shot toward the city below like a falling star. + +"This is not normal," Max said under his breath, his tone calm despite the sudden loss of control. + +All around him, the same phenomenon unfolded. One by one, the falling figures ignited into streaks of light, turning the sky above the city into a cascade of descending stars, each one representing a newly ascended being who had failed to control their power in this unfamiliar realm. + +The city grew larger with terrifying speed, and at its very center lay an enormous blue pond that dominated the landscape. From above, it looked less like a pond and more like an inland sea, its surface divided into countless square sections by low walls that formed a precise grid. + +Divine light shimmered beneath the water, and within many of these sections floated figures who appeared calm and unmoving, as if they had long since grown accustomed to this place. + +Before Max could question their presence, gravity completed its claim. Thousands of shooting stars, including Max himself, plunged straight toward the blue pond and fell straight into it. + +As Max sank deeper into the blue pond, the violent turbulence within his body slowly faded, replaced by a calm that felt almost alien to him. His mana, which moments ago had raged uncontrollably as if rejecting the very laws of this realm, began to settle little by little, flowing smoothly through his meridians as if soothed by an unseen hand. + +The water carried a gentle warmth that seeped into his flesh and bones, and for a brief moment Max allowed himself to simply remain there, suspended in the depths, eyes closed, breathing steadily while his body adjusted to the overwhelming presence of Divine Essence saturating the surroundings. + +Only after he felt that his mana had completely stabilized did he open his eyes and slowly rise toward the surface, his movements effortless and light. + +When Max emerged, he found himself surrounded by countless other figures floating quietly in the pond. Some stared blankly at the sky with expressions filled with confusion and disbelief, clearly struggling to process the sudden change from their mortal worlds to this place. + +Others remained unnervingly calm, their eyes closed as they focused inward, already attempting to adapt to the Divine Essence permeating the water. The surface of the pond was tranquil despite the number of people present, and the faint glow beneath the water illuminated every face with a soft blue light. + +Max took in the scene silently, his mind sharp and observant, already piecing together the function of this place even before anyone explained it. + +Just as the quiet threatened to stretch on, the air above the pond rippled, and a figure materialized in the sky. He stood effortlessly, hands clasped behind his back, his presence alone enough to command attention. + +His aura was restrained yet oppressive, carrying a weight that made it clear he belonged to this realm in a way none of the newcomers did. When he spoke, his voice was calm and clear, spreading across the entire pond as if carried by the water itself. + +"Those of you who have just ascended to the Divine Realm, congratulations," the figure said, his tone neither warm nor cold. "This is indeed the Divine Realm, and you have successfully crossed the boundary that countless beings spend their entire lives chasing." + +He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the pond, and then his expression hardened slightly.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +"But do not let that achievement go to your heads," he continued. "In your mortal worlds, some of you may have been called monarchs, sovereigns, emperors, or saviors, and entire continents may have knelt at your feet. Here, none of that matters. In the Divine Realm, you are nothing more than newly ascended mortals, indistinguishable from the countless others who came before you. Your powers are weaker than those of the weakest beast you can find here." + +A ripple of tension spread through the pond at those words. Max could sense irritation and resentment flare from several of the ascenders, their pride clearly wounded, yet none of them dared to speak. The figure in the sky paid their reactions no mind and continued without raising his voice. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1345.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1345.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e0ccf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1345.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1338: Energy Stabilizing Pond!" +slug: "ch-1345" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1345 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1352 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"The pond you are currently in is called the Energy Stabilizing Pond," he said. "The power you cultivated in your mortal realms is mana, which is merely a diluted and incomplete form of the energy used here. The true foundation of cultivation in the Divine Realm is Divine Essence. Mana is derived from it, but it is fundamentally inferior." + +His eyes flickered with faint interest as he spoke, as if he had explained this countless times before. + +"You likely noticed your mana spiraling out of control the moment you tried to fly," he went on. "That is because Divine Essence saturates this realm. Your bodies and cultivation methods are not yet adapted to it, and as long as that remains the case, your mana will continue to rebel against you." + +He gestured lightly toward the water beneath them. + +"This pond exists to bridge that gap. The Energy Stabilizing Pond allows your bodies to gradually acclimate to Divine Essence while suppressing the instability of your mana. Stay here, circulate your power, and familiarize yourselves with the energy of this realm. Do not rush this process unless you enjoy crippling yourself before you even take your first step." + +The figure’s tone grew firmer as he reached the end of his explanation. + +"When you feel that your mana has fully stabilized and you can draw upon Divine Essence without resistance, you will find that flight comes naturally once more. At that point, leave the pond," he said. "There are responsibilities awaiting all of you, and the Divine Realm has no patience for those who linger without purpose." + +With those final words, the figure dissolved into light and vanished from the sky, leaving behind a heavy silence. + +"So this pond is meant for us to stabilize our mana and get accustomed to the Divine Essence here," Max thought calmly, and in that moment he fully grasped the true purpose of the Energy Stabilizing Pond. + +The gentle pressure of the water around his body, combined with the dense Divine Essence permeating every drop, was slowly rewriting the way his energy circulated, forcing his mortal mana to adapt rather than collapse under the overwhelming presence of a higher form of power. + +From a purely technical standpoint, the mechanism was elegant and efficient, and Max could already tell that anyone who rushed this process would cripple themselves before even taking their first step in the Divine Realm. + +Yet his concern did not lie with mana stabilization. As he floated there, senses fully expanded, Max could feel every one of his fifth level concepts resonating with the laws of the Divine Realm. Flame, ice, lightning, space, and sword all responded far more vividly than they ever had in Acaris, as if the very foundation of this realm welcomed concepts at this height. + +The compatibility was unmistakable, deeper and more natural than before, and it confirmed that this was the realm where such power truly belonged. However, that realization was followed immediately by something far more unsettling. + +Back in Acaris, whenever Max released his fifth level concept of space, he could feel the spatial laws of the world bend and submit, as if the fabric of reality itself acknowledged his authority. Space there had felt pliable, almost obedient, responding instantly to his will. + +Here, that sensation was gone. When he extended his perception now, the space around him felt vast, dense, and unyielding, like an endless ocean that barely noticed the presence of a single drop of water. He could still sense it, but only faintly, and the difference was so stark that it made his chest tighten. + +"It is the same for my other elements as well," Max thought, his brow furrowing slightly as he tested them one by one. Flame no longer carried the same sense of dominance, ice did not impose its stillness so easily, lightning lacked its former tyranny, and even his sword intent felt restrained by something immense and ancient. + +It was then that the words spoken by the figure in the sky finally sank in with full clarity. The claim that their previous strength amounted to nothing here was not an insult meant to provoke anger. It was a simple statement of fact. + +Max understood it then with perfect clarity. He had not grown weaker upon entering the Divine Realm. On the contrary, his foundations were stronger than ever. What had changed was the world itself. + +The Divine Realm was built upon laws that were fundamentally superior, deeper, and more absolute than those of Acaris. Compared to this place, his former world had been fragile, its laws thin and easily influenced. + +The peak strength he once wielded there had allowed him to stand above everything, but here it merely allowed him to exist without being crushed outright. + +Floating quietly in the pond, Max accepted that truth without frustration or despair. This was not a setback. It was a starting line. + +The Divine Realm was not a place where one ruled simply by reaching the peak of a lower world. It was a place that demanded growth beyond what mortals considered the limits, and for the first time since his ascension, Max felt a familiar stir of anticipation. + +Max let out a quiet sigh as all of this settled in his mind. Though he had been born in the Divine Realm, the only memories he carried from that place were fragments of warmth and loss, the faces of his family, and the night everything was taken from him. + +Beyond that, the Divine Realm had been nothing more than a distant concept, a name attached to pain and unanswered questions. Now that he had truly arrived, surrounded by its laws and immersed in its essence, the experience felt less like a return and more like a beginning. It was unfamiliar, overwhelming, and yet filled with possibility.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +"Mother, father... just you wait. I am coming for you," Max thought, and the resolve burning in his heart grew hotter and steadier than ever before. It was not blind anger or reckless determination, but a calm and unshakable certainty that one day he would stand before them again, no matter how vast or cruel the Divine Realm proved to be. + +With that thought anchoring him, Max relaxed his body and floated quietly within the Energy Stabilizing Pond, allowing its function to fully take effect. He guided his breathing and circulation with practiced ease, letting the surrounding Divine Essence seep into every strand of his mana. + +As he did so, he became aware of the others around him with greater clarity. + +The figures floating nearby all carried an oppressive and refined aura, one that unmistakably belonged to those at the peak of Divine Rank, specifically the tenth level. Compared to them, his own aura was noticeably lighter and less complete, a clear sign of his sixth level of Divine Rank. + +Max did not dwell on the difference. He understood that his path had never been about standing shoulder to shoulder with others at the same stage, but about laying foundations that would matter later. + +Instead of impatience, he focused on the subtle changes occurring within him. Hour by hour, his mana grew calmer and more responsive, no longer resisting the presence of Divine Essence but embracing it as something natural. + +The chaotic turbulence that had plagued him upon arrival vanished completely, replaced by a smooth and harmonious flow that felt more stable than anything he had ever experienced before. + +Several hours passed in quiet concentration before Max finally sensed the shift he had been waiting for. His mana circulated effortlessly through his body, resonating perfectly with the Divine Essence around him, as if the two had always belonged together. + +The violent rejection that had once sent his energy berserk was gone without a trace, replaced by a profound sense of balance and control. + +"So this means my mana has been fully stabilized," Max thought, a faint smile forming as he prepared himself to rise. With confidence returning to his movements, he gathered his strength, ready to fly out of the pond and take his first true step in the Divine Realm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1346.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1346.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..430309b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1346.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1339: Two Paths of Freedom" +slug: "ch-1346" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1346 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1123 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max rose from the surface of the Energy Stabilizing Pond and drifted lightly onto the solid ground beyond it. The moment his feet touched the stone platform, his gaze was drawn forward by an unexpected sight. + +Long lines of people stretched across the open plaza, each line leading toward neatly arranged counters carved from pale divine stone. The atmosphere was tense but orderly, filled with murmurs, restrained impatience, and the lingering pride of those who had just ascended from their mortal worlds. + +From their auras alone, Max could tell that all of them had already stabilized their mana and were now facing whatever came next in this unfamiliar realm. + +"What is this line for?" Max wondered silently as he walked toward the shortest queue. He stopped beside a man standing ahead of him and spoke in a calm tone. "Brother, may I ask what all these lines are for?" + +The man turned around and studied Max for a moment. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with a hardened expression that suggested someone who had already accepted his situation. + +Seeing Max’s youthful face, his expression softened slightly. "Little brother, these lines decide your fate after ascension," he said with a quiet sigh. "There are two ways for an ascender to earn freedom in the Divine Realm. One is by mining Divine Ore for the forces that control this city. The other is by fighting in the Divine Colosseum and earning merit through blood and victory." + +Max’s brows drew together as the words sank in. The meaning behind them was unmistakable. Ascenders were not welcomed as equals here. They were treated as resources, laborers, and fighters whose worth would be proven through years of exploitation or mortal combat. + +The realization left a bitter taste in his mouth. He had fought gods, demons, and calamities to protect his world, yet the moment he arrived in the Divine Realm, he was placed in a line little different from that of a slave. + +’So this is how they treat ascenders,’ Max thought, his expression remaining calm despite the surge of displeasure in his heart. He did not like either option, but he understood that resisting now would only invite unnecessary trouble. + +As he weighed his choices, another thought surfaced in his mind. ’Instructor Virelia said she would find me once I ascended to the Divine Realm,’ he reflected, carefully observing the surroundings. ’I hope she finds me soon.’ + +After a brief pause, Max spoke again. "Brother, what is the fastest of these two paths?" + +The man hesitated, then shook his head slowly. "I will be honest with you," he said in a low voice. "There is only one true shortcut to freedom, and that is the Divine Colosseum. If you can defeat the Grim Gladiator, you earn your freedom immediately. As for mining, it takes years, sometimes decades, before one is released, and that is if they survive the exhaustion." + +He glanced at Max once more, his tone turning cautious. "But judging by your aura, I would still recommend mining. The Colosseum is where most ascenders die." + +"Divine Colosseum," Max repeated softly, the words echoing in his mind. A faint spark of interest flickered in his eyes before he nodded. "Thank you, brother, for the information." + +As he spoke, Max remained in line beside the man, waiting his turn to choose his path. On the surface, he appeared calm and compliant, but deep within, his resolve was already taking shape. No matter what this place demanded of him, he would not remain trapped here for long. + +As Max continued to wait in line, his attention drifted toward the city itself. The longer he observed it, the more contradictions he noticed. The buildings were sleek and sharply contoured, rising with a sense of deliberate symmetry that reminded him of advanced cities from futuristic legends, yet the materials were nothing like concrete, steel, or glass from the mortal world. + +Every structure radiated a quiet authority, formed from unknown substances that felt both ancient and indestructible. Even the streets beneath his feet carried faint patterns of flowing light, as if divine essence itself had been woven into their foundations. + +From time to time, flying vehicles crossed the skies above, moving in smooth and silent arcs. They were not powered by engines or exhaust, but by dense streams of Divine Essence that bent naturally around them. Watching them glide through the air gave Max an odd sense of unreality, as if he had stepped into a dream shaped by countless eras of cultivation and progress layered atop one another. + +"It matches the vibe of Obsidian Dragon City," Max thought quietly, recalling the impression that place had left on him. + +Before he could reflect further, the line shortened rapidly, and soon he found himself standing before the counter. The guard stationed there did not radiate hostility, but his indifference was sharp and absolute, as if Max were no different from the thousands who had stood there before him. + +"What is your name, and which path will you take?" the guard asked without lifting his head. "Mining, or fighting in the Colosseum?" + +"I am Max Morgan," Max replied calmly. "I will fight." + +The guard made no visible reaction to his choice. Without looking up, he recorded the name with a flick of divine light across a crystal panel and then tossed a small metallic token toward Max. It was cool to the touch and engraved with the image of a crossed sword and shield that faintly glowed with divine runes. + +"Take this and head to the Divine Colosseum," the guard said in a flat tone. + +Max caught the token easily and stepped away from the counter. He paused briefly, scanning the surroundings until his gaze locked onto a massive structure rising not far from the Energy Stabilizing Pond. The arena dwarfed everything around it, its outer walls carved with countless reliefs of warriors, beasts, and unknown entities locked in eternal combat. The sheer scale of it made his chest tighten slightly. + +"That must be the Divine Colosseum," Max murmured to himself. + +Without hesitation, he began walking toward it. Along the way, he noticed many other figures heading in the same direction. Their expressions ranged from grim determination to thinly veiled fear, and from their auras alone, Max could tell that all of them were ascenders just like him.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Some walked alone in silence, while others whispered nervously to companions they had met only moments ago. + +As the Colosseum drew closer, its presence grew heavier, pressing down on his senses with an unmistakable weight. This was not merely a place for spectacle. It was a crucible where freedom was earned through blood, and where countless lives had likely ended without leaving a trace. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1347.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1347.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f010c93 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1347.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1340: Divine Colosseum" +slug: "ch-1347" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1347 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1158 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max slowed his steps as he stood before the massive structure of the Divine Colosseum and studied it carefully. His brows furrowed as his Three Dimensional Body extended outward, probing the space before him, yet it met an unusual resistance. + +No matter how deeply he tried to peer inside, his perception stopped abruptly, as if something vast and deliberate was blocking his sight. The sensation was unmistakable, and it made his instincts sharpen immediately. + +"A barrier has been placed here," Max thought with certainty. + +As he crossed the threshold and entered through the grand entrance, a subtle yet undeniable change occurred. His 5th level concept of space trembled slightly, while his Three Dimensional Body sent out a clear warning. + +The space around him felt compressed and isolated, as if he had stepped into a sealed pocket of reality cut off from the rest of the city. Acting on instinct, Max turned around to look back the way he had come, and only then did he notice it. + +A transparent wall stood silently behind him, perfectly smooth and almost invisible unless one looked closely. He was certain that it had not been visible from the outside. + +Max reached out and placed his palm against the transparent barrier. As expected, it did not yield in the slightest. There was no ripple, no distortion, and no response to his strength. The wall simply existed, absolute and unmovable. + +"So once you enter, there is no turning back," Max murmured to himself. "Freedom really does have to be earned here." + +He did not linger on the thought. Turning away from the barrier, Max moved deeper into the Divine Colosseum. As he advanced, the internal structure of the place became clearer to him. The Colosseum was divided into three distinct sections. + +Above ground lay the massive spectator stands where countless eyes would watch battles unfold. At the heart of it all was the arena itself, a vast space meant solely for blood, combat, and survival. Beneath everything else was the underground area, where the ascendants who had yet to earn their freedom lived. + +It was into this underground section that Max soon arrived. The moment he stepped inside, he was met with a scene that sharply contrasted his expectations. Instead of warriors sharpening blades or cultivators preparing desperately for combat, he saw groups of ascendants scattered throughout the area, sitting, standing, and talking as if this were simply another place to live. + +Some leaned against stone walls, others sat cross legged in quiet cultivation, while a few chatted casually in small groups. + +Before Max could take more than a few steps forward, voices reached his ears. + +"Look, another newbie is here," someone said, pointing openly in his direction. + +"These newbies really think they can win ten consecutive matches?" another voice scoffed. "What nonsense." + +"Yeah, there have been more newcomers in the Colosseum these past few years," a third person added with a laugh. "But what does it matter? Every single one of them failed. Winning ten battles in a row here is almost impossible." + +"They probably heard this was the fastest way to gain freedom and rushed over," someone else said with clear amusement. + +Laughter spread through the underground area, not cruel but dismissive, as many pairs of eyes turned toward Max and the few other newcomers who had entered alongside him. To them, these fresh ascenders were nothing more than naïve fools chasing an impossible dream. + +Max remained silent as he listened, his expression calm and unreadable. He took in the surroundings, the people, and the atmosphere of resignation that lingered beneath the laughter. + +Just then, a man broke away from the crowd and walked toward Max and the few other newcomers who had arrived alongside him. His demeanor was relaxed, almost friendly, and there was a faint smile on his face that did not quite reach his eyes. + +"You all just made the worst decision of your lives by coming here," the man said calmly, his tone oddly casual. "But I will also say this much. If you truly have enough strength, your life here will still be better than rotting away in the mines." He gestured with his hand toward the deeper part of the underground area. "Come with me. I will explain the rules of the Divine Colosseum." + +Max and the other newcomers exchanged brief glances before following the man. As they walked, the underground corridors stretched endlessly in every direction, lit by dim crystalline lights embedded in the walls. The air carried a faint metallic scent mixed with something heavier, something that reminded Max of dried blood and long standing despair. + +"In the fighting arena," the man began without slowing his steps, "there are no rules." His voice echoed softly through the corridor. "Once you step into the arena, anything goes. If you defeat your opponent, you can choose to kill them or spare them. That choice is entirely yours." + +He paused briefly and then continued. "However, fighting or killing in the underground area is strictly forbidden. Because of that, you do not need to worry about being bullied or attacked while you are resting here." + +He stopped for a moment and turned to face the group, his expression growing more serious. "As for earning your freedom, the process is simple in theory. You will only be granted the chance to fight the Grim Gladiator after achieving ten consecutive victories in the colosseum. Once you defeat the Grim Gladiator, your freedom is guaranteed." + +A bitter smile crossed his face as he spoke again. "But do not misunderstand. It is far easier to say than to accomplish. Many of us have been here for years, and none of us have managed to achieve ten consecutive victories. Even among the rare geniuses who did reach that milestone, not a single one has defeated the Grim Gladiator." + +They soon arrived at another section of the underground area. Max slowed his steps as he looked around. This place was lined with countless doors arranged neatly along the stone walls. Some doors had names carved into small metal plates beside them, while others remained blank and unmarked. The corridor felt quiet here, heavy with a sense of permanence, as if those who entered were expected to stay far longer than they ever intended. + +"This is where you will live," the man said, gesturing broadly at the rows of doors. "Pick an empty room and settle in for today. Starting tomorrow, hell will truly begin." He let out a short laugh, one filled more with resignation than humor, before turning around and leaving the newcomers behind. + +Max remained standing there for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the doors and the silent corridor. + +’From the looks of it... Nobody here has level up beyond the Divine Rank that means the opponents I will be fighting will be of peak Divine Rank too.’ He thought smiling. ’I guess this will be an easy breeze for me.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1348.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1348.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ef61c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1348.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1341: Supervisor Dan" +slug: "ch-1348" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1348 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1197 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max walked into one of the empty rooms in the living chamber and closed the heavy stone door behind him. The moment he looked around, his brows furrowed slightly. Calling this place a room felt generous. + +Inside, there was nothing except a crude stone bed carved directly from the ground, cold and lifeless, with no bedding, no table, no chair, and not even a faint decoration on the walls. The dim light seeping in from the corridor outside barely illuminated the space, giving it a suffocating and oppressive feeling. + +"The treatment of a slave," Max muttered quietly as he sat down on the stone bed. The surface was rough and unforgiving, yet he did not react much to the discomfort. He took a slow breath and steadied his thoughts, forcing his mind into calmness. + +Complaining about conditions would change nothing. Strength and status were the only things that mattered here, just like everywhere else he had been. + +"If everything goes well, then Instructor Virelia should be here soon," Max thought as he leaned back slightly and closed his eyes. He began planning his next steps carefully. "In the meantime, I should secure my freedom by defeating the Grim Gladiator." + +He did not say it with arrogance, but with certainty. Remaining trapped in the Divine Colosseum would only slow him down, and he had no intention of wasting years fighting meaningless battles for survival. + +Freya’s words echoed in his mind. There were many things she had told him to do after arriving in the Divine Realm, things that would allow him to build a solid foundation and gain influence beyond relying solely on the Black Dragon Palace. However, none of those plans could be executed without status. + +In the Divine Realm, status decided everything, and within the Black Dragon Palace, status was dictated by power and affiliation. + +"I recall that the Black Dragon Palace is ruled by seven great families," Max muttered softly, opening his eyes. "They stand at the very top of the palace." He frowned slightly as he thought deeper. + +If he wanted to climb higher within the Black Dragon Palace and gain access to its true resources, then aligning himself with one of those seven families was unavoidable. Independent cultivators rarely reached the inner core of such forces, no matter how talented they were. + +"I wonder which family Instructor Virelia belongs to," Max continued, his thoughts drifting back to the Obsidian Dragon City. That place had been his first real glimpse into the Divine Realm’s structure, even before his ascension. + +He still remembered his encounter with Lucia Grims, one of the descendants of the seven great families. Through her, he had gained a rough understanding of just how deep and terrifying the Black Dragon Palace truly was. + +"Seven great families rule the Black Dragon Palace," Max thought silently. "They are its true lords." His eyes narrowed slightly. If he wanted to rise quickly, he would need the backing of one of them. Without that support, even a genius could be suppressed, sidelined, or erased without leaving a trace. + +"Lucia already has an impression of me," Max thought, recalling her sharp gaze and calculating demeanor. "And she belongs to the Grims family." A faint smile appeared on his face. "If luck is on my side, I might meet her again and join the Grims family." + +He lay back on the stone bed and stared at the ceiling, his expression calm yet resolute. The Divine Colosseum was merely the first obstacle in this new world. Once he stepped out of it as a free man, his true journey in the Divine Realm would finally begin. + +Time passed quietly as Max rested through the entire day and night, using the silence of the underground chambers to test the laws of the Divine Realm with his fifth level concepts. Every attempt confirmed the same conclusion. + +The laws here were deeper, denser, and far more absolute than anything he had experienced in Acaris. Even concepts he had mastered to perfection felt restrained, as if they were being measured and limited by something vast and unseen. + +He did not rush or grow impatient. Instead, he observed, adapted, and memorized every subtle reaction his power caused. By the time the faint signal calling them out echoed through the underground corridors, Max had already adjusted his mindset to this new world. + +All the ascenders were gathered inside a wide hall beneath the Divine Colosseum. The space was carved directly from dark stone and reinforced with runes that pulsed faintly with Divine Essence. + +Veterans who had lived here for years stood casually with relaxed expressions, while the newcomers, including Max, stood more alert and cautious. Some carried nervous tension in their eyes, others hid it behind forced confidence. + +Despite the difference in experience, everyone stood in silence, as if they were waiting for something inevitable to arrive. + +It was then that a middle aged man stepped forward from the shadows. He had dark blue hair tied loosely behind his head and wore a calm smile that did not quite reach his eyes. His presence alone caused the murmurs in the hall to vanish completely. + +"Most of you know me," he said with an easy smile, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. "I am Supervisor Dan of the Divine Colosseum. Everything that happens here passes through me. This place moves because I allow it to move." + +His gaze swept across the crowd before settling briefly on the new faces. "I see some fresh blood today. Good. Listen carefully, all of you who arrived recently. Every single day, you will fight three battles." His tone remained relaxed, yet the meaning behind his words was heavy. "If you lose all three battles in a single day, then the next day you will fight with your life on the line. No exceptions. So make sure you win at least one battle each day."𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Dan smiled slightly as he continued. "If you win two battles, you will live comfortably. If you win all three, then you will live like a king here. Resources, nourishment, recovery chambers, and privileges that miners will never even hear about will be yours." + +He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. "That is all there is to the Divine Colosseum." + +"What about freedom?" Max asked calmly, his voice cutting through the silence. + +Dan turned his head toward him, clearly surprised that someone had spoken so directly. His eyes lingered on Max for a moment, scanning his aura, before a faint look of disdain surfaced. Seeing Max at only the sixth level of Divine Rank, Dan briefly wondered how someone so unimpressive had even managed to ascend. + +"Freedom?" Dan repeated, then chuckled softly. "Of course, freedom exists." His smile sharpened as he continued. "You fight three battles each day. If you manage to win all your battles for three consecutive days, then on the fourth day, after winning your final match, you may challenge the Grim Gladiator at any time you choose." + +The hall fell silent once more. For the veterans, the words carried a familiar bitterness. For the newcomers, they carried both hope and dread. For Max, they carried only clarity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1349.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1349.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..78adb8b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1349.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1342: Cruel World" +slug: "ch-1349" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1349 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1118 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With those words, the new arrivals were guided toward the side of the arena, their footsteps echoing faintly against the stone floor as they emerged into the open space. Several veterans followed behind them, some stretching their arms, others wearing relaxed smiles that carried an unmistakable sense of anticipation. + +To them, this was entertainment. Newcomers always arrived filled with hope and confidence, and just as reliably, most of them would be crushed before the day ended. The thought alone seemed to amuse the seasoned fighters as they took their places near the edge of the arena, already judging which of the fresh faces would fall first. + +The Divine Colosseum itself was overflowing with life. Every tier of seating rose high into the air, packed tightly with spectators whose voices blended into a roaring tide of sound. Some shouted the names of favored fighters, others argued loudly over bets, while a few simply watched in silence with sharp and experienced eyes. + +Divine Essence drifted through the air like a faint mist, reacting subtly to the emotions of the crowd. The arena floor below was vast and scarred, its surface etched with countless marks left behind by past battles, each one a silent testament to bloodshed and survival. + +In one of the elevated seating stands, two women sat side by side, their presence commanding an unspoken authority. One had deep crimson hair that flowed down her back like liquid fire, while the other possessed hair shaded in warm orange hues that shimmered faintly under the light of the arena. + +Their beauty was striking, but what stood out even more was the empty space surrounding them. Three or four seats in every direction remained conspicuously vacant, despite the colosseum being completely full. + +No one dared to sit near them. Some avoided looking in their direction altogether, while others cast quick glances before turning away as if fearful of drawing attention. + +"Jaden, your chosen warrior must win today," Lucia said, her crimson eyes fixed on the arena as a faint smile curved her lips. "He won three battles yesterday, and because of that we won the bet and earned a decent amount. Today I placed even more on his victory. I would really like to see him win again." + +"Lucia, you worry too much," Jaden replied with an easy smile, her posture relaxed as she leaned back slightly. "The warriors I choose rarely disappoint me. Even on a bad day, he will win at least one match. That much I can guarantee." + +"I hope you are right," Lucia said with a grin, her gaze sharp and calculating. "If that happens, I can place even more bets later and walk away with an even better profit." + +"Honestly, Lucia," Jaden said, glancing sideways at her companion with mild disbelief. "You train harder than most people here, yet your obsession with betting only keeps growing." + +"Hehe, do not worry about that," Lucia replied lightly, her smile widening just a little. + +"If you say so," Jaden said, turning her attention back toward the arena as the first fighters began to step forward, her expression calm and expectant. + +At the edges of the arena, the fighters gathered in loose lines, veterans and newcomers alike standing beneath the towering walls that enclosed the battlefield. The air was thick with Divine Essence and tension, and the distant roar of the crowd washed over them in relentless waves. + +The newcomers stood more rigidly, their gazes drifting toward the arena floor and then up to the stands, where countless spectators waited impatiently for blood to be spilled. + +Max observed everything in silence for a while before his curiosity finally pushed him to speak. Turning toward a group of veterans nearby, he asked calmly, "Who will we actually be fighting in the colosseum?" + +A middle aged man among the veterans laughed loudly at the question, his voice carrying a rough edge as he looked Max up and down. "Kid, since you asked so nicely, I might as well tell you," he said with a grin that held neither kindness nor malice, only familiarity with cruelty. "We ascenders fight each other here. That means when your turn comes, if luck is not on your side, you might end up facing me." + +He chuckled again, clearly amused by the thought. "That is how the colosseum works. We are thrown against one another until someone falls or gives up." + +He then lifted his chin toward the stands, where the noise of the crowd surged even louder as fighters began stepping onto the arena floor. "Look at them," he said, his tone turning colder as he gestured toward the sea of faces packed into the seating areas. "They do not care whether we live or die, whether we are crippled or torn apart. To them, this is just entertainment. We are nothing more than pieces on a board they gamble on, cheer for, and forget once the next fight begins." + +Max nodded calmly at the veteran’s words, his expression unchanged as if none of it truly mattered to him. Fighting other ascenders who were merely at the peak of Divine Rank did not concern him in the slightest. + +Compared to what he had faced on Acaris, such opponents could hardly be called a challenge. To him, these battles would be nothing more than a brief interruption, an easy breeze he would walk through without effort.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +What truly occupied his thoughts was something else entirely. Instructor Virelia. His gaze drifted briefly toward the upper stands of the colosseum, not searching for an opponent but for a familiar presence that had yet to appear. + +He had expected her to find him quickly once he ascended, and the longer she did not show herself, the more that absence weighed on his mind. + +"Am I depending too much on her here?" Max wondered silently, shaking his head as if to dismiss the thought. + +Perhaps he was, yet he could not deny the reality of his situation. In this unfamiliar world, surrounded by forces far stronger and more ruthless than those of the mortal realm, there was no one else he could rely on with certainty. Instructor Virelia was the only higher ranked existence he trusted, the only one who had extended a hand to him without hidden malice. + +She had invested in him back in Obsidian Dragon City, seeing value in him when he was still struggling to rise, and Max knew such people did not simply abandon their investments. There was no reason for her to ignore him now that he had finally ascended to the Divine Realm. + +With that thought steadying his resolve, Max returned his attention to the arena, waiting patiently for the first battle to begin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-135.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-135.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..145f367 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-135.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 135: A War from 10,000 years ago" +slug: "ch-135" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 135 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +At the peak of the monolith, Max stood with a calm expression on his face. His eyes flickered as he glanced at the notification that appeared in his vision. + +[Fusion State is increased to 20%] + +Swiping away the notification, his gaze shifted toward the three items placed on a table. + +Two of them were scrolls, and the last one was a spherical metallic ball. + +"Are these the rewards for the one who reaches the top?" Max wondered, reaching for the first scroll. + +[Lightning God Body, Legendary Rank] + +Max’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw the rank of the skill. "Damn, the rewards here are really generous." He laughed in joy, opening the scroll and learning the skill immediately. + +Next, he picked up the second scroll and unrolled it. As he read the introduction, his hands began to tremble. + +"This—This is… Ten Hands of Lightning God technique!" Max exclaimed, his voice stuttering in shock. + +While he had hoped there might be some lightning-related techniques at the peak of the temple, he never in his wildest imagination thought that a Legendary Rank technique would be one of the rewards. + +Moreover, it was the very technique he had seen, most likely used by the temple’s owner, in his vision. + +"Damn, is today my lucky day or what?!" Max jumped, clenching his fists tightly. He had obtained two Legendary Rank items in the same day—a skill and a technique. + +"This is just the monolith on the first floor… There must be other monoliths on the other floors too," Max muttered, his breathing quickening as his thoughts raced. "What if I ascend to the peak of the monoliths on the other floors too? Maybe there will be other rewards?" His expression grew greedy as the idea took root. + +"Don’t daydream, kid." The blob of slime appeared, pouring cold water on Max’s thoughts. "Those who have reached the peak of a monolith can never ascend another one—not in this temple, at least." + +"What? I can’t?" Max’s shoulders slumped as he heard the blob. "Damn, that’s an underhanded way to make someone work hard and still end up with nothing." + +"What broke, kid?" The blob glared at Max. "You’ve obtained the strongest technique my master had at his peak. What more do you want?" it asked, its expression sulky. + +"Your master?" Max’s eyes gleamed as he heard the blob. "Who was your master? The owner of the temple?" he asked eagerly. + +The blob glanced at him for a moment before replying, "Since you’ve obtained the strongest technique of my master, you should know a bit about him." + +It paused for a moment, then continued. "There was a time, long, long ago, when a man with a lightning class barged into the Five God Nation with plans for revenge. However, things didn’t go as he intended, and he was forced to flee to the Lower Domain to hide." + +Its expression grew somber. "But that’s when things turned tragically for Acaris. Hundreds of thousands of beings descended from the sky, their power so unimaginable that even Divine Rank beings of Acaris struggled against them." + +The blob’s expression turned dark. "In other words, a war broke out suddenly when my master arrived in the Lower Domain. He was forced to join the war, and in the end, he was severely injured. Knowing he would die soon, he fled the war and hid, but since he was dying, he set up a temple to choose his last disciple—one who could fulfill his final wishes." + +"After preparing the temple, he succumbed to his injuries and passed away." The blob’s expression grew sad. "His name was Nova Warzuck." + +Max was stunned hearing the blob’s story about the war, the beings who descended from the sky, and the Five God Nation. It took him a moment to process everything. + +After a brief pause, he turned to the blob and asked his first question. "How long ago was it?" + +The blob floated in the air, its stick-like arms crossed. "Around 10,000 years ago, give or take." + +"10,000 years ago?" Max was shocked by the number. It was an unimaginable amount of time, and he couldn’t fathom what the world must have been like back then. + +Calming his racing heart, he turned to the blob. "Is the Lower Domain where we are right now? And is Acaris the name of your planet?" + +The blob nodded. "The Lower Domain is vast. It includes the entire Valora Continent, the Lost Continent, and many vast regions across the sea. But in truth, its size is nothing compared to the Middle Domain." + +Max nodded, but his mind was still focused on the war. His expression was filled with curiosity. "What was that war? Who started it? What happened during that time?" + +The blob shrugged. "I don’t know." + +"What do you mean you don’t know?" Max asked, frowning. "You were there when the war started, right? So how can you not know?" + +The blob glared at Max, its expression complicated. "You shouldn’t know things that are not meant to be known."𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +Max’s frown deepened at the cryptic words, but he still had more questions. "How can you live for more than 10,000 years? I know that humans can live longer as they level up in rank, but there’s still a limit. The highest life expectancy I’ve heard of is around 1,000 years, but you... you’re a different story." + +The blob flashed a proud smile. "Of course, I’m a different story. After all, I’m a spirit, and spirits are blessed by the gods. Unless all our energy is drained, we don’t die easily." + +"Oh," Max said, surprised by that revelation. He hadn’t expected a spirit to have such incredible resilience. + +The blob pointed at the base of the monolith. "I can’t answer any more of your questions right now. You’ve heard everything the five before you heard from me. If you want more information, reach the fifth floor. Otherwise, my lips will be sealed." + +Max glanced at the blob and nodded. He understood its message, though it only made him more curious about the fifth floor and the experience awaiting him there. + +"One more question. It’s about the temple." Max asked, looking around. "How do I get to the second floor?" + +Enjoy more content from freewebnovel + +The blob smiled and pointed at the monolith. "You’re standing on the thing that will take you to the first three floors. The three monoliths on the floors are all connected. It can take you to higher floors, but a trial awaits those who wish to ascend. Only by passing the trial will you be granted access to higher floors." + +"A trial?" Max muttered, his brows furrowing in contemplation. "All right, that’s all for now." + +"Ah, one more thing," the blob said, as if recalling something. It turned to Max with a cruel expression. "Is killing allowed in the temple?" + +The blob looked Max up and down before chuckling. "Your name is Max, right? Don’t think that just because you reached the top of the monolith, you’ll have special authority. Killing is strictly prohibited in the temple, unless you’re in battle with someone." + +It added, smiling, "I’ll explain the battle rules when you’re down, but don’t go killing anyone. Otherwise, I’ll have to kick you out of the temple." + +"Heh," Max grinned, nodding as he jumped down from the monolith, landing at the base where many figures were waiting for him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1350.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1350.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe2e28b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1350.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1343: Nelson vs Josh" +slug: "ch-1350" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1350 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1420 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Hellooooo! Warriors! The first battle of the colosseum is about to start! Are you ready?!" + +The shout thundered through the Divine Colosseum, amplified by formations hidden deep within the structure. The voice rolled across the massive arena and poured into every tier of seating like a physical force, reaching the ears of tens of thousands of spectators at once. + +The response was instant. The crowd erupted into a deafening frenzy, cheers and roars colliding into a single violent wave of sound. Some stood from their seats, others slammed their fists against the railings, and many shouted names that meant nothing more than a chance to win a bet. It felt less like an arena and more like a living beast finally awakened from its slumber. + +Max looked toward the stands and felt an unfamiliar discomfort stir in his chest. In the mortal world, crowds gathered for festivals, competitions, and wars born from necessity. Here, they gathered to watch people with no freedom tear each other apart for survival. It was sickening, yet Max did not let that thought linger too long. This was the Divine Realm. Morality here followed different rules, and survival itself was a form of currency. + +"Look up!" the voice boomed again. "The names of the first contenders will be shown!" + +High above the arena floor, the sky itself shimmered as a massive holographic display formed. Two columns of names began to scroll rapidly, changing every heartbeat as if fate itself were shuffling its deck. Between the columns, a glowing symbol pulsed slowly. VS. The names flickered faster and faster until, without warning, they stopped. + +Nelson VS Josh + +"Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer roared, feeding off the crowd’s excitement. "We have our first battle of the day! Nelson versus Josh! Both contestants, enter the arena!" + +A sharp curse rang out near Max. He turned slightly and saw one of the newcomers who had arrived alongside him the previous day clench his fists in frustration. + +"Damn it," the man muttered through gritted teeth. "First day and I am already up." + +That man was Nelson. He exhaled deeply, steadying his breath before stepping forward. There was tension in his shoulders and restraint in his movements, the posture of someone who understood that one mistake here could cost him far more than pride. + +Max watched him closely as Nelson walked toward the arena gate. His Three Dimensional Body confirmed what his eyes already saw. Nelson was at the tenth level of Divine Rank, no different from most of the ascenders gathered here. Strong by mortal standards, yet painfully ordinary in this place. + +"That kid is going to lose," said the same man whom Max had questioned earlier, his voice calm and certain as his eyes remained fixed on the arena. "Even though Josh is not a veteran, it has been months since he arrived here. He has already grown accustomed to fighting while bathed in Divine Essence, and that alone places him above most of the newcomers." + +Max followed his gaze in silence. He did not reply, but he hoped the man was wrong. Nelson had the look of someone who still believed effort could bridge any gap, and in places like this that belief was often the first thing to be broken. + +The arena gates slid open with a deep rumble, and both fighters stepped onto the stone floor. Nelson stood upright with tension written across his posture, while Josh appeared relaxed, his heavy frame steady and grounded as if the arena itself supported him. The announcer’s voice faded into the background, drowned out by the roaring crowd, and the moment stretched until Josh finally spoke. + +"Make your move," Josh said, his tone casual as if this were a routine spar rather than a battle that decided survival. + +Nelson did not hesitate. Divine Essence surged through his body, and the fifth level concept of lightning burst forth around him in crackling arcs of blue light. In an instant his figure blurred and transformed into a streak of lightning that tore across the arena, his fist wrapped in violent electrical power as it shot toward Josh’s chest with killing intent. + +The crowd gasped as the speed shattered the air itself. + +Josh reacted without panic. His hand moved, and a massive sword appeared as if it had always been there. He swung it in a wide, controlled arc the moment Nelson arrived. The lightning-charged fist collided with the blade in a thunderous explosion that echoed across the colosseum. + +Sparks of Divine Essence scattered like shattered stars, and Nelson was hurled backward, skidding across the stone floor before barely managing to regain his footing. Josh, on the other hand, did not move an inch. His feet remained planted, his grip steady, and his expression unchanged. + +Nelson refused to give up after that first exchange. Gritting his teeth, he forced more Divine Essence through his body, and the lightning around him intensified until his outline became hazy and unstable. + +The stone beneath his feet cracked as he pushed forward once more, his movements faster and sharper than before. This time he did not charge in a straight line. His figure split into flickering afterimages as he circled Josh, lightning bolts snapping outward with each step, testing angles and timing. + +Josh frowned slightly, sensing the change, and raised his sword defensively. Nelson seized that moment. A flash of blue light appeared behind Josh, and Nelson’s palm struck forward, lightning exploding point blank against Josh’s back. The impact sent Josh stumbling a step forward, sparks crawling across his armor, and a murmur rippled through the crowd. + +Encouraged, Nelson pressed the advantage. He followed with a knee wrapped in thunder that slammed into Josh’s side, then twisted his body and unleashed a lightning spear formed directly from his forearm, driving it toward Josh’s chest. + +Josh grunted as the spear grazed him, tearing through a layer of Divine Essence protection and leaving a scorched wound. Blood seeped through his armor, and for the first time his expression hardened. The crowd roared louder now, surprised that the newcomer had actually managed to hurt him. + +Nelson did not pause. He gathered lightning above his head and brought it down like a hammer, a concentrated bolt that struck Josh from above and forced him to one knee. For a brief moment, it looked as though Nelson might turn the battle around. + +But that moment passed quickly. Josh inhaled deeply and steadied himself, his sword sinking into the arena floor as he rose. The Divine Essence around him thickened, no longer merely reacting but actively suppressing Nelson’s lightning. + +When Nelson attacked again, his speed faltered just enough for Josh to see through it. Josh stepped forward into the strike instead of away from it, his shoulder taking the lightning blow while his sword swung in a brutal arc. The blade smashed into Nelson’s side, shattering his gathered lightning and sending him flying across the arena. + +Nelson tried to rise, forcing his trembling body to respond, and lightning flickered weakly around him as he staggered upright. He launched one final desperate attack, pouring everything he had left into a single straight charge, his fist glowing brighter than ever. Josh met him head on. + +His sword moved once, clean and decisive, cutting through the lightning as if it were mist. The strike slammed into Nelson’s chest, and the sound echoed like a bell across the colosseum. + +Nelson collapsed where he stood, his Divine Essence dispersing into the air as his body hit the ground and did not rise again. Josh lowered his sword and exhaled slowly, the wound on his body already beginning to close as the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. + +The result was clear. Nelson had fought bravely and even managed to wound his opponent, but in the end it was Josh who stood victorious, proving once again that experience in the Divine Colosseum outweighed raw talent alone. + +"Everyone! We have a winner. Josh has won this battle!" The announcer’s voice once again echoed, and in response to this, the entire crowd erupted in frenzy. + +Defeated and a bit exhausted, Nelson stood up and arrived before the stands with other newbies. + +"Everyone, the next battle is up!" The voice of the announcer echoed again as everyone looked up. The names randomly scroll up, and then two names appear there. + +Max vs Raul. + +"Raul! It’s his battle!" Jaden said, looking at Lucia excitedly. The warrior they had betted on was about to battle, but to her surprise, Lucia’s attention was somewhere else. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1351.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1351.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2949693 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1351.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1344: Max vs Raul" +slug: "ch-1351" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1351 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1215 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What happened, Lucia?" Jaden asked when he noticed that she did not look even remotely as excited as she should have been about the bet, her gaze fixed on the arena with an unease that stood out sharply against the surrounding chatter and anticipation. + +"The person Raul is battling is Max, right?" Lucia asked quietly as she turned toward Jaden, her tone careful as if she were testing a thought she did not fully want to voice. + +"Yeah, what about him?" Jaden replied, frowning slightly as he tried to read her expression. + +Lucia frowned deeper, her brows knitting together as a vague sense of familiarity stirred in her mind, and she wondered if this was the same Max she had once encountered during one of the mortal worlds she had visited long ago, a memory so distant and unclear that it felt foolish to cling to it, prompting her to murmur to herself that she was probably overthinking things. + +Jaden watched her in confusion, unable to grasp what had suddenly unsettled her when moments ago she had been confident and relaxed. + +"The two warriors come to the arena," the announcer’s voice rang out, spreading through the stands and instantly drawing everyone’s attention as the noise of the crowd surged in response. + +At the same moment, Max muttered that it was his turn as he moved forward, only to pause when the same man who had spoken to him earlier reached out and tapped his shoulder with a grave expression. + +"Do not take it seriously if you lose this battle," the man said solemnly, his voice low but firm. + +"Why is that?" Max asked, turning to look at him with mild curiosity rather than concern. + +"Because this Raul has won all three of his battles yesterday and he is not someone to be taken lightly," the man replied seriously, making no attempt to hide the weight behind his warning. + +"I will keep that in mind," Max said with a small smile before stepping onto the arena floor, his demeanor calm as he took his place opposite his opponent. + +Soon, both Max and Raul stood face to face, and while Raul appeared to be in his thirties, his handsome features and youthful complexion made his true age difficult to judge, whereas Max looked undeniably young, barely in his early twenties, a contrast that did not go unnoticed by the spectators. + +"No, we are damned. We are going to lose this bet," Lucia suddenly said from the stands, her face draining of all color as dread washed over her. + +"What do you mean we will lose? The battle has not even started yet," Jaden said with a deep frown, completely baffled by her sudden certainty. + +"Haven’t I told you about a young man I once lost a bet to in a mortal world?" Lucia said in a low voice as she slowly raised her hand and pointed toward Max, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of disbelief and lingering unease. "That is him." + +"What, that guy is Max? That Max?" Jaden was completely taken aback, her eyes widening as memories from years ago resurfaced with startling clarity. + +She still vividly remembered how furious Lucia had been when she returned from that mortal world, her mood dark and unapproachable for days, and when Jaden had finally managed to ask what had happened, Lucia had grudgingly admitted that she had lost a bet to a mere mortal. + +The shock of that confession had been so great that Jaden had never forgotten the name Max, because defeating Lucia in anything was something only a handful of beings across countless realms could ever claim to have done. + +"If he is Max, then it makes sense," Jaden said slowly as her eyes narrowed, her gaze sharpening as she studied Max more carefully. "He might have ascended just like the other mortals here, but I still think you are overthinking this. Even if Max is strong and even if he is a genius, he is only at the sixth level of Divine Rank, and he should not be able to last even a single move against Raul, who stands at the tenth level of Divine Rank." + +"I hope you are right," Lucia replied quietly as she turned her full attention back to the arena, her heart beating faster than she liked as the battle was about to begin. + +On the arena floor, Raul looked at Max with undisguised disdain, his eyes filled with contempt as he wondered how someone like Max had even managed to ascend to the Divine Realm, let alone stand before him now. + +"Make your move," Raul said arrogantly, his tone dripping with confidence as if the outcome had already been decided. + +Max smiled faintly, clearly understanding the thoughts running through Raul’s mind, yet caring little for them as his figure suddenly flashed with crackling blue lightning and vanished from his original spot, reappearing directly in front of Raul in the blink of an eye. + +At that moment, the 1200 Draconic Essences within Max surged violently as he unleashed all of them without restraint, his fist driving forward with terrifying force toward Raul. + +Raul did not give the attack much thought, dismissing it as a simple punch from someone he believed to be at the sixth level of the Divine Rank, and he casually extended his own fist to block, only for his expression to twist in shock in the very next moment as his body was hurled out of the arena like a broken doll, crashing into the crowded stands with explosive force. + +A heavy silence fell over the entire colosseum, stretching for a brief heartbeat as everyone struggled to comprehend what they had just witnessed, before the crowd erupted into absolute frenzy, their shocked roars and cries shaking the arena to its core. + +"What? He defeated a tenth level Divine Rank warrior so easily despite being only at the sixth level himself," someone shouted in disbelief, and that single cry seemed to ignite the entire colosseum as voices rose from every direction, each filled with shock and excitement that could no longer be contained. + +People stared toward the arena with widened eyes as they tried to process what they had just witnessed, struggling to reconcile Max’s cultivation level with the overwhelming strength he had displayed in that single punch. + +"Damn, who the hell is this Max? I am hearing his name for the first time in the colosseum and his strength is beyond shocking," another voice rang out, echoing the thoughts of countless others who had never seen him fight before today. + +"True, they are just mortals, and yet his strength is absurd. Defeating Raul, who won all three of his matches yesterday, with just one move is insane," someone else added, their voice trembling with excitement as the image of Raul being sent flying replayed in their mind again and again. + +"He is too strong. Using only one move to defeat a peak Divine Rank warrior has never happened here before. Is this Max really a mortal?" + +The discussions grew louder and more frantic as people turned to each other, their words tumbling out in a frenzy, because that single punch had not only won their admiration but had also shaken them to their very core. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1352.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1352.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..effeb44 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1352.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1345: Shock to Silence" +slug: "ch-1352" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1352 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1094 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Up in the stands, Lucia and Jaden stood frozen, their expressions blank as if their minds had momentarily gone empty, the scene before them leaving them stunned to the point where even breathing felt unnatural. It was as though both of them had lost their souls for a brief moment, their eyes fixed on the calm figure standing in the arena below. + +"Damn, just one move to defeat Raul. This Max really is a genius," Jaden finally said as she snapped back to her senses, her voice filled with amazement that she did not even try to hide. + +Lucia, however, did not look happy at all, her lips twitching as she stared at Max with complicated emotions swirling in her eyes. "Damn this guy. Every time I see him, something bad happens to me," she muttered bitterly before letting out a quiet sigh. + +"Now we can only hope that Raul wins at least one of his next two battles. If he loses both and we lose the bet..." Her voice trailed off as she imagined the consequences, her chest tightening at the thought of everything she had put on the line, because just thinking about losing made her feel like crying. + +"If Max is this much of a genius, don’t you think we should try to recruit him into our Grims Family?" Jaden asked as she glanced toward Max again, noticing how calm and composed he remained despite the chaos he had caused. + +"He is already recruited as a named disciple under Aunt Virelia," Lucia replied, a small smile finally appearing on her face. "She accepted him back then because his strength was still too weak, and the condition for him to become her true disciple was for him to first ascend to the Divine Realm. Only after that would she officially take him in." + +"That makes sense," Jaden said as she nodded slowly, her gaze still fixed on Max, now filled with a deeper interest than before. + +"Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this battle is Max Morgan!" The announcer announced the result of the battle between Max and Raul. + +At that moment, the man who had earlier advised Max not to take the battle seriously even if he lost to Raul stood completely stupefied, his mind struggling to process what he had just witnessed because the outcome had gone far beyond anything he had expected or imagined. + +He stared at the arena in disbelief, replaying the scene again and again in his head, yet no matter how many times he did so, he still could not understand how a warrior at the sixth level of Divine Rank had sent a peak Divine Rank expert flying with a single punch. + +"Warrior Max, return to the stands," the announcer’s voice rang out clearly, reaching Max’s ears as the noise in the colosseum slowly began to settle. + +Max frowned slightly when he heard this, because he had no intention of wasting an entire day waiting around for battles to be scheduled one by one. He wanted to finish his remaining fights quickly and be done with it, since lingering here held little meaning for him after what he had already shown. + +"I want to start my next battle right now," Max said loudly, his voice carrying across the arena as he looked toward the platform where the announcement was coming from. "Can you do this?" + +The moment his words left his mouth, the crowd erupted once again, their reaction far more intense than Max had anticipated. + +"Yeah, start the next battle of Max. I want to see him fight more," someone shouted excitedly, and their words were immediately followed by countless others echoing the same sentiment. + +"One more battle," another voice cried out, soon joined by an overwhelming chorus calling his name again and again as the entire colosseum seemed to tremble under the weight of their excitement. + +"I want to see Max fight!" + +"I want to see Max fight!" + +"I want to see Max fight!" + +Soon the entire colosseum roared with the chants of Max’s name. + +"What the hell?" Max muttered under his breath, genuinely stunned by the scene before him. He had only wanted to fight another match and finish things faster, yet the crowd looked like a mass of crazed spectators, their eyes burning with anticipation as they shouted endlessly for his next battle. + +The sheer level of fervor directed toward him left Max deeply shocked, because this kind of reaction was something he had never experienced before, and it was far beyond anything he had expected from a single victory. + +"Since the entire crowd wishes to see the next battle of Max, you shall have it," the announcer declared immediately, his voice rising with excitement as he responded to the overwhelming demand. + +In the next moment, Max’s name appeared high in the sky above the arena, glowing brightly as another name began to scroll rapidly beside it, flashing through countless possibilities before slowing down. In the blink of an eye, the scrolling stopped, and the next match was decided for everyone to see. + +Max versus Dean. + +"Warrior Dean, come to the arena," the announcer’s voice rang out, spreading wide and far across the colosseum and cutting through the lingering excitement like a sharp blade. The words seemed to carry a different weight this time, and as they echoed, the atmosphere within the arena began to change in a way that was immediately noticeable. + +A few moments later, a large man with a heavy build slowly walked toward the arena, an enormous axe resting in his grip as if it weighed nothing at all. With each step he took, an oppressive presence spread outward, and the effect on the crowd was immediate and unsettling. + +The spectators who had been roaring Max’s name just moments ago gradually fell silent, their excitement draining away as a tense quiet settled over the colosseum, leaving only the sound of Dean’s footsteps and the faint creak of stone beneath his boots. + +The sudden shift from deafening cheers to complete silence made Max frown slightly as he stood in the arena, his gaze lifting toward the approaching figure. He could feel the change in the air, heavy and restrained, as though everyone present was holding their breath. + +When Max finally looked ahead, he saw the towering figure step fully into the arena, the man’s sheer size and aura commanding absolute attention. This single individual had managed to silence the entire colosseum on his own, forcing even the most frenzied spectators to shut their mouths the moment he appeared. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1353.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1353.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0c994b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1353.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1346: Silencing the crowd again!" +slug: "ch-1353" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1353 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1161 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Damn, Max is doomed. I never thought Dean would be the one to fight him. What terrible luck," someone muttered from the stands, their voice filled with regret as eyes across the colosseum turned toward the massive figure standing opposite Max. + +The tension that had settled earlier now grew heavier, and murmurs began to spread as people remembered exactly who Dean was and what kind of existence he represented within the Divine Colosseum. + +"Yeah, who would have thought it would be this Dean who would battle Max," another spectator said, shaking their head. + +"Dean once won all ten of his battles and even challenged the Grim Gladiator, although he was defeated in the end. Since that day, we have hardly ever seen Dean fight in the arena again." + +A third voice joined in with a knowing tone, explaining that there were certain privileges granted to those who lived within the Divine Colosseum, and after battling the Grim Gladiator, Dean must have gained such privileges, which explained his rare appearances. + +"I can only feel pity for Max," someone else sighed. "His strength is impressive, but Dean is famous for his monstrous power, and just by looking at them, it is obvious whose fists carry greater weight." + +After the brief silence, the crowd erupted once again, but this time it was not with excitement or admiration for Max. Instead, it was filled with pity and resignation, because not a single person among them believed that Max still had a chance against Dean. In their eyes, the outcome already seemed decided before the battle had even begun. + +"What do you think?" Jaden asked as she turned toward Lucia, her expression serious as she searched for any sign of doubt or concern. + +"I think Max will win easily," Lucia replied with a calm smile, her confidence standing in sharp contrast to the mood of the crowd. + +"Why do you have so much confidence in him?" Jaden asked, clearly surprised by Lucia’s certainty. + +"If nothing else, you need confidence in your own strength to demand consecutive battles without taking any rest," Lucia said as her eyes remained glued to Max’s figure in the arena. "Since Max wanted a second battle immediately after finishing his first one, I believe he does not place any Divine Rank warriors in his eyes at all. For all I know, his gaze has already been fixed on the Grim Gladiator." + +She paused briefly before adding that she believed Max intended to obtain his freedom here while Aunt Virelia arranged for someone to come and take him away. + +Jaden looked at Lucia deeply, her expression complicated. "You place too much trust in him. Even though I know Max is a genius, this Dean is also someone who should not be underestimated." + +"We will see," Lucia said with a small smile as her attention returned to the arena, where the battle was finally about to begin. + +"Any last words?" Dean asked as he faced Max, his voice as heavy and oppressive as his massive body, carrying a weight that pressed down on the arena and made even the air feel dense. + +"Are you going for the kill?" Max asked calmly, his tone curious rather than wary as he looked at Dean without the slightest hint of tension. + +"No," Dean replied after a brief pause. "Even though I could kill you and nothing would happen to me, I do not hate you enough to do that. However, I have been tasked with making you heavily injured so that you cannot continue fighting your next battles." His words were blunt and honest, spoken without malice, as though he were simply stating a fact that could not be changed. + +"Is that so?" Max said as he nodded slowly, a faint smile appearing on his face as if Dean’s words amused him rather than concerned him. "Then who will be making the first move?" he asked next, his posture relaxed as he waited for the answer. + +"Of course, it will be me," Dean said with a smile of his own as he tightened his grip around the massive axe in his hands. In the next instant, waves of mana surged violently from his body, spreading outward like an invisible tide as he raised the weapon high and swung it down toward Max with terrifying force. + +The axe was infused with the fifth level concept of strength, and as it descended, its power multiplied, carrying with it an overwhelming pressure that seemed capable of splitting the arena itself apart. + +Max merely smiled lightly in response as he activated the 1200 Draconic Essences within his body once more, their power surging through his veins in a controlled yet explosive manner. He raised his left hand and met the descending axe head on, and a deafening bang echoed through the Divine Colosseum as his palm caught the weapon with astonishing ease, completely stopping its momentum. + +Before Dean could even react, Max clenched his right fist and drove it forward, slamming it directly into Dean’s massive body with devastating force. + +The impact exploded outward with a thunderous boom, and Dean was sent flying like a missile, his enormous frame tearing through the air as he was launched straight out of the Divine Colosseum. + +The moment Dean’s massive body was sent flying out of the Divine Colosseum, the entire world inside the arena seemed to freeze in place, as if time itself had been forcibly halted by what they had just witnessed. + +No cheers erupted, no gasps followed, and not a single voice rose from the countless spectators packed into the stands, because everyone had fallen into a state of absolute silence, their minds unable to process how such a scene could even be real. + +Faces were locked in rigid disbelief, mouths hung slightly open, and eyes remained wide as they followed the empty trajectory Dean had carved through the air, struggling to accept that a man who had once challenged the Grim Gladiator had been defeated in such a brutal and effortless manner. + +Even the announcer, whose voice had never failed to echo through the colosseum after every decisive exchange, stood frozen in place, his mind completely blank as he stared at the arena floor where Max still stood calmly. + +The words that should have declared Max’s victory refused to come out, caught somewhere between shock and disbelief, and for the first time in the history of the Divine Colosseum, there was no immediate announcement to mark the end of a battle. + +The oppressive quiet stretched on, heavy and suffocating, as if the entire colosseum had collectively forgotten how to breathe, let alone speak. + +Max remained standing in the center of the arena, his posture relaxed and unhurried, yet the sight of him only deepened the shock gripping everyone present. + +No one dared to say his name, no one dared to break the silence, because the scene before them had shattered every expectation they held about strength within the Divine Rank. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1354.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1354.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3347d73 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1354.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1347: Poor Henry!" +slug: "ch-1354" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1354 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The silence continued for a few long seconds, so heavy that it felt as if the entire Divine Colosseum had been sealed shut, before scattered voices finally broke through, each one trembling with disbelief and shock as the reality of what they had witnessed began to sink in. + +"Did anyone else see that, or am I dreaming right now, because Dean was just thrown out like he weighed nothing at all," one spectator whispered hoarsely, his voice barely louder than the pounding of his own heart. + +"This is impossible, absolutely impossible, Dean survived a battle against the Grim Gladiator and yet he could not even withstand a single exchange," another person said, clutching the railing in front of them as if they needed support to remain standing. + +"He caught the axe with his bare hand, that axe carried the level concept of strength, and yet Max stopped it as if it were nothing," a third voice said slowly, every word filled with disbelief as their gaze remained locked on Max’s unmoving figure in the arena. + +"The announcer is not even speaking, I have never seen a battle end like this before, it feels like the colosseum itself has been stunned," someone else muttered, finally noticing that the familiar booming voice had completely disappeared. + +"This is no longer about luck or talent, this Max is something else entirely, and we might be witnessing the birth of a genius," another spectator said quietly, their tone filled with awe rather than excitement. + +And then, as if a dam had finally broken, the Divine Colosseum erupted once more, the stunned silence shattering into a deafening roar as countless voices surged together, shaking the arena with a frenzy far greater than anything that had come before. + +"...The winner of the battle is Max Morgan," the announcer finally declared, his voice returning after a long delay and accompanied by an awkward, almost embarrassed laugh, as though he himself still could not believe the words he was saying. + +The moment the announcement echoed through the Divine Colosseum, the tension that had been suffocating everyone finally found an outlet, yet even then many spectators remained frozen, staring at Max as if he were something that should not exist. + +"What did I tell you?" Lucia said as she smirked and turned toward Jaden, whose expression was still one of complete shock. + +Jaden’s mouth remained slightly open, mirroring the countless others around them, because no matter how many times she replayed the scene in her mind, she still could not comprehend how someone could overpower Dean in a direct clash of raw strength without suffering so much as a scratch. + +Jaden finally closed her mouth and nodded heavily, her gaze still fixed on the arena. "I take my words back," she said slowly. "This Max is indeed a monstrous genius." + +Her tone held no reluctance, only honest acknowledgment, yet the admiration in her eyes quickly gave way to concern as her expression turned grim. "But this also means trouble. The Divine Colosseum is owned by the Heron Family, and knowing them, they will use any means necessary to get their hands on Max now that he has revealed this level of strength." + +Lucia nodded in agreement, her brows knitting together as she considered the implications. "You are right about that," she said quietly, before her eyes sharpened with resolve. + +She raised her wrist and tapped lightly on her watch, causing a hologram to bloom into existence above it. Her fingers moved swiftly as she input several commands, and after a brief moment she nodded to herself. "Done. I have informed Aunt Virelia about Max’s situation." She let out a small breath before adding, "Now let us see his last battle for the day." + +Jaden nodded as well, her attention returning fully to the arena just as Max lifted his head and spoke loudly with a relaxed smile. "Make my last battle for the day," he said, his voice clear and confident. + +The announcer did not dare hesitate this time and immediately responded, his tone far more energetic than before. "The last battle of the day for Max Morgan will now be matched." + +At his words, the familiar matchmaking hologram appeared once more in the sky above the arena, Max’s name glowing on one side while the opposing name scrolled rapidly on the other, flashing through countless possibilities before finally coming to a stop. + +Max versus Henry.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +"Henry Rawl, come to the arena for your first battle," the announcer announced, his voice echoing across the colosseum as anticipation quietly began to build once again. + +Several minutes passed before a figure finally made his way toward the arena entrance, and as Henry stepped into view, all eyes slowly shifted toward him, waiting to see what kind of opponent would stand before Max in the final battle of the day. + +"God damn it, I am unbelievably unlucky to be matched with you," Henry cursed the moment he stepped into the arena and stood opposite Max, his expression filled with a mix of frustration and resignation as he glanced at the calm figure before him. + +"I guess that makes it your unlucky day," Max replied with a grin, his tone light as if they were merely exchanging pleasantries rather than preparing for a battle in the Divine Colosseum. + +"I should have stayed in my mortal world and ruled it in peace," Henry said with a bitter smile, regret clearly written across his face as he shook his head. "Ascending turned out to be the worst decision I ever made." + +"What made you ascend to the Divine Realm in the first place?" Max asked curiously, genuinely interested as he tilted his head slightly. + +Henry’s expression softened as he smiled widely, his eyes reflecting distant memories. "There was a rumor in my world that beyond it existed another vast realm, and that our planet was nothing more than a tiny speck compared to that greater world," he explained. "I wanted to know whether those rumors were true, so the moment I reached the tenth level of Divine Rank, comprehended my fifth level concept, and released my mana at full capacity, I was suddenly pulled here without any warning." + +He let out a long sigh before adding, "I truly regret it now." + +Max almost laughed at Henry’s words, but he managed to hold it in and simply nodded in understanding. "That is truly a sad way to ascend," he said, his voice carrying a hint of sympathy. + +The instant those words left Max’s mouth, Henry’s figure vanished and reappeared directly in front of him, revealing that his path focused on speed, allowing him to cross the distance in the blink of an eye. + +"Sorry, but I have to do this," Henry said quickly as he threw a punch toward Max, his fist wrapped in the fifth level concept of speed, moving so fast that it was nearly invisible to the naked eye. + +"Same here, buddy," Max sneered calmly as he caught Henry’s fist as though it carried no weight at all. In the next moment, Max tightened his grip, lifted Henry up by his arms, and with a single smooth motion hurled him out of the arena and into the stands, his body disappearing from sight in an instant. + +Just like that, Max’s final battle of the day came to an end, leaving behind yet another stunned silence in the Divine Colosseum as everyone tried to accept how effortlessly it had concluded. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1355.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1355.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e65c1b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1355.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1348: End of Day 1" +slug: "ch-1355" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1355 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1138 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Max. MAX. MAX. MAX. MAX." The chants erupted like a tidal wave the moment his final battle ended, rolling across the Divine Colosseum with a force that drowned out every other sound, as thousands of voices merged into one thunderous call that carried his name again and again. + +"We will wait for tomorrow’s battles, Max. Show us you are invincible tomorrow too," someone shouted with unrestrained excitement, their voice cracking as it was swallowed by the roaring crowd. + +"Max, we will wait for you tomorrow," another voice cried out, followed by laughter and cheers as more spectators began voicing their expectations. + +"I have a feeling Max will win all three of his battles tomorrow as well," someone said confidently, as if the outcome was already decided. + +"Max, only you can defeat the Grim Gladiator, so do not disappoint us and keep winning your battles," another shouted, their tone filled with hope and fervor rather than mere entertainment. + +As Max slowly walked out of the arena, the chants of his name followed him relentlessly, spreading through every corner of the Divine Colosseum until it felt as though the very walls were echoing his presence. + +The excitement that filled the crowd was unlike anything the colosseum had seen in years, and many spectators found themselves more eager for the battles of tomorrow than for any legendary match that had taken place before. + +Walking toward the underground passage, Max shook his head lightly as a thought crossed his mind, amused by the reaction he had stirred. He wondered if he truly had some strange charm about him, because with little effort he had managed to make all kinds of people cheer for him with genuine passion. + +It was only after Max’s figure completely disappeared from the arena that the crowd slowly began to calm down, their voices fading into excited discussions and lingering anticipation. + +Even then, the lingering fervor did not fully vanish, because what Max had created in a single day was something no one else had managed to accomplish in years. + +Many could not help but wonder what would happen if he truly defeated the Grim Gladiator one day, because the thought alone felt enough to drive the entire colosseum into madness. + +"Is this the mortal Lady Virelia has chosen?" a middle aged man asked quietly from a high vantage point, his solemn gaze fixed on the now empty arena. He wore refined and classy clothing, and an air of seriousness surrounded him, making it clear that he was not an ordinary spectator. + +"Yes, Lord Arckin," another middle aged man replied respectfully as he stood beside him, his posture indicating that he was a subordinate. "That is him." + +"This Max is one hell of a genius," Lord Arckin said as he let out a slow sigh, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. "We were instructed to secretly bring Max into the Grims Family, but I do not think that will be possible anymore." + +His tone carried both admiration and concern as he continued. "Who would have thought that he would choose to fight in the Divine Colosseum instead of quietly going mining, only to create such an enormous ruckus in a single day." + +"Lord Arckin, we can simply sneak Max away from the Divine Colosseum if you wish," the subordinate said with a faint smile, his tone carrying quiet confidence that suggested he already had the means to make such a thing happen without much difficulty. + +"No, that would only make the Heron Family overly suspicious," Lord Arckin replied as he frowned slightly, his gaze remaining fixed on the arena below even though it now stood empty. + +He fell into brief contemplation before speaking again, his voice measured and calm. "Let Max fight the Grim Gladiator. If he wins, then we will welcome him exactly as Lady Virelia instructed. That way, we avoid drawing the attention of the other main families. If he loses, then we may have no choice but to turn the Divine Colosseum upside down." + +"Lord Arckin, would that not make the situation even more chaotic?" the subordinate asked, his expression growing serious as he voiced his concern. "If we allow Max to continue battling for another two days and even let him face the Grim Gladiator, his fame will spread far and wide. I believe that by then, even those outside Ascension Planet - 076 - Shikon would have heard his name." + +He paused briefly before continuing, emphasizing his point. "The Grim Gladiator is a legend within the Divine Colosseum and certainly across this entire Ascension Planet Shikon. If Max were to defeat him, his reputation would undoubtedly soar high enough to reach the ears of other major families." + +"I know," Lord Arckin said solemnly, his tone revealing that he had already considered these consequences. "But we are currently within territory owned by the Heron Family, and taking Max away by force would be impossible without creating massive chaos. Do not think for a moment that there are no elder level figures present here. They are simply sitting in seclusion, watching everything unfold. Because of that, forcibly removing Max is not an option." + +He then added calmly, "We will wait for Max to obtain his freedom and then invite him to join us openly. In that way, neither the Heron Family nor the Divine Colosseum will have any grounds to interfere, and if the worst case occurs, I believe Lady Virelia will personally show herself." + +The subordinate nodded silently at his side, understanding the weight behind Lord Arckin’s words and recognizing that, for now, patience was the only viable path forward. + +From the stands, as they watched Max’s figure finally disappear into the underground passage, Jaden turned toward Lucia and asked in a low voice, "Are you coming to watch tomorrow’s battles?" + +"Of course, why wouldn’t I?" Lucia replied with a wide grin, her eyes still shining with interest as she looked toward the entrance Max had used. "That guy’s potential is extremely high. He might even become my rival one day, so we might as well enjoy watching his battles freely while we still can." + +Jaden nodded slowly, acknowledging Lucia’s words, though deep down she did not truly believe that Max would one day become Lucia’s rival. + +In her eyes, that kind of possibility was an overestimation of Max, because even though his talent was currently beyond anything she had imagined, standing on equal footing with Lucia meant reaching the very peak among the geniuses of the Divine Realm. + +That level was not something one could approach through talent alone. + +Even so, Jaden could not deny that Max possessed terrifying potential, yet in her mind, it would take at least hundreds or even thousands of years before his strength could reach anywhere near Lucia’s level, if he ever managed to do so at all. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1356.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1356.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab82984 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1356.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1349: Invitation from Heron Family" +slug: "ch-1356" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1356 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After arriving in the underground area this time, Max could clearly feel the change in the way the other ascenders looked at him, because the casual glances from before had turned into gazes filled with awe and respect, as though they were no longer looking at a fellow newcomer but at someone far above their level. + +At the same time, he could also sense traces of jealousy and suppressed hatred mixed within those looks, emotions that clung to a few individuals who found it difficult to accept the gap that had suddenly opened between them and him. + +Max paid none of it any attention and continued walking calmly, his expression unchanged as he headed straight toward his room. + +Just as Max reached the door to his room, he noticed that someone was already waiting there, standing quietly as if he had been expecting him for some time. The man wore a neatly tailored suit and dark sunglasses, his appearance far too refined and extravagant for the underground quarters, which immediately made him stand out in Max’s eyes. + +"What can I do for you?" Max asked politely, his tone calm as he studied the man in front of him. + +"May we have a private talk?" the man asked in the same polite manner as he extended a card toward Max. Max accepted it and glanced down, only to stiffen slightly as he sensed the faint yet unmistakable aura of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline emanating from the card. He looked back up at the man with mild surprise before nodding. + +"Come in," Max said as he opened the door and led the man into the room. The space was simple and bare, containing little more than a single bed, so after a brief pause, both of them ended up sitting on it, facing each other in an oddly casual setting. + +"Have you heard of the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Palace?" the man asked, his voice curious yet controlled. + +"I have heard some rumors about them," Max replied as he nodded slowly. + +"Then that makes things easier," the man said with a smile. "I am an agent of the Heron Family. The Heron Family is one of the seven major families of the Black Dragon Palace, and this Divine Colosseum is also under the ownership of the Heron Family." + +He paused briefly before continuing. "I am here to invite you to become a member of the Heron Family." + +Max sighed inwardly the moment he heard those words, because the very thing he had hoped to avoid had arrived anyway. He already had an agreement with the Grims Family, primarily through Instructor Virelia, who herself was a member of that family, and accepting this invitation would mean directly going against them. + +Moreover, Instructor Virelia had invested heavily in him back in Obsidian Dragon City, and he could not bring himself to betray that trust. From his limited interactions with her, Max had developed a clear sense that she was someone worth honoring a promise to, no matter the circumstances. + +Seeing Max fall into contemplation, the agent continued speaking as if to guide his thoughts in a certain direction. + +"The Divine Colosseum is merely a tool used by the Heron Family to recruit geniuses from the mortal realms," he explained calmly. "Otherwise, why do you think we operate such a place in the first place? Do you believe it exists purely for entertainment? Its true purpose is to filter out outstanding talents like you from countless mortal worlds and bring them into the Heron Family." + +"I am sorry, but I have to decline your offer," Max said politely, his voice calm and steady as he looked straight at the agent without the slightest hesitation. + +"What?" The agent lost his composure instantly and stood up, his movement sharp and abrupt as disbelief flashed across his face. + +"I will not be joining the Heron Family," Max said again, his tone unchanged. "In fact, I have no plans to join any force right now." + +"Are you kidding me?" the agent exclaimed, staring at Max as if he had just heard something absurd. "You are refusing to become a member of one of the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Palace, the family that controls the entire Verdant Sky Realm?" His voice rose unconsciously, unable to hide the shock and indignation swelling within him. + +Max simply nodded. "I have no plans to join any force, so you can leave now." + +The agent’s expression slowly shifted, the disbelief fading and being replaced by clear disdain as his gaze toward Max turned cold and dismissive. "You mortals truly do not understand what you are being offered," he said with a sneer. "To have the audacity to refuse the Heron Family means your future in the Divine Realm will not be a pleasant one." + +"Is that a threat?" Max asked, frowning slightly as his eyes narrowed. + +"A threat?" the agent scoffed mockingly. "You pathetic mortal do not need me or the Heron Family to threaten you. You are not even worth that, understand?" He shook his head as he walked toward the door, his posture filled with contempt. "Just remember this. Rejecting the offer made by the Heron Family may very well be the most regrettable decision you will ever make in your life." + +With those final words, the agent opened the door and left, closing it behind him and leaving Max alone in the quiet room. Max stood there for a moment before letting out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he found the entire exchange oddly amusing. + +"Damn, his attitude really took a sharp turn the moment I rejected him," Max muttered to himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Just moments ago, the agent had been polite and respectful, yet the instant the offer was refused, he looked at Max as though he were nothing more than an insect beneath his notice. + +This made Max even more fortunate that he rejected the Heron Family. Since he had a deal with Instructor Virelia he would stick to it to the very end. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1357.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1357.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06648f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1357.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1350: Start of the second day" +slug: "ch-1357" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1357 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max lay down on the cold stone bed and allowed his body to rest for the day, because after winning all three of his battles, he was officially free from any obligations until the next round. + +Yet even with that freedom, the shackles of the Divine Colosseum made it clear that there was hardly anything meaningful he could do, as the underground quarters offered nothing beyond silence and waiting. + +As he stared at the rough ceiling above him, a thought surfaced in his mind, and he muttered, "I wonder, will there be any awards for defeating the Grim Gladiator?" + +Almost immediately, an answer formed in his thoughts, and he let out a soft chuckle as he guessed that whatever reward awaited him would most likely come from the Heron family, which only made the idea feel even more ironic given what had happened earlier. + +After a short while, Max sat up and crossed his legs, closing his eyes as he began to carefully sense the laws of the world around him and the flow of Divine Essence that permeated the Divine Colosseum. + +The energy within his body was still mana rather than Divine Essence, and the only real change brought about by the Energy Stabilizing Pool was that his mana no longer reacted chaotically in the presence of Divine Essence. + +As he breathed slowly, he could not help but sigh, because he realized just how little he knew about the realms beyond Divine Rank, and the lack of information made him feel strangely blind in this vast new world. + +He even wondered whether something like an extranet existed here, some system through which knowledge flowed freely, though he quickly dismissed the thought, knowing that even if such a thing did exist, it would be far beyond his reach for a long time. + +In Max’s understanding, the rank beyond Divine Rank would be the point where mana was completely transformed into Divine Essence, and only then could someone truly be called an existence of the Divine Realm. + +With that thought in mind, he decided that there was no point wasting time and quietly resolved to stabilize his mana even further. He focused inward, carefully guiding his energy with patience and precision, and as the hours passed, several ascenders approached him out of curiosity, asking about the world he came from and how he had attained such terrifying strength. + +Max answered whatever came to his mind without much thought, and once the brief conversations ended, he returned to his cultivation, slowly refining his mana until the long day finally came to an end. + +When the next day arrived, Max and the other ascenders once again gathered near the arena, and the moment he stepped into view, he could tell that the atmosphere had completely changed. + +The Divine Colosseum was more packed than it had been the previous day, with every single seat filled to the brim and countless people standing wherever space allowed, their faces filled with anticipation. The noise alone was overwhelming, a restless hum that hinted at an explosion waiting to happen. + +"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Divine Colosseum," the announcer’s voice boomed as he addressed the crowd, and the moment his words rang out, the restrained noise shattered into deafening cheers that shook the entire structure. + +The announcer waited for the roar to subside before continuing, his tone deliberately dramatic. "Today, we have decided to do something special. We have decided to begin today’s battles with Max’s three matches." + +The moment the announcer finished his declaration, the crowd exploded into a storm of voices, each one louder and more frantic than the last, their excitement spilling out without restraint as people turned to one another in disbelief and joy. + +"Did you hear that properly, they are starting today with Max’s three matches, this colosseum has truly lost its mind," a man shouted as he gripped the railing in front of him, his eyes burning with anticipation. + +"So it is true, everyone came here today just for him, I knew it was strange how every seat was already filled before the battles even began," another spectator said excitedly, barely able to stay seated. + +"Hahaha, starting with Max means they know exactly what we want to see, today is going to be even crazier than yesterday," someone else laughed loudly, their voice shaking with excitement. + +"I do not care who the other warriors are today, as long as Max fights first, this trip was already worth it," a woman said as she leaned forward, her gaze locked onto the arena. + +"This is insane, the Divine Colosseum has never arranged battles like this before, they are treating Max like the main event," another voice exclaimed, filled with awe rather than shock. + +"Win or lose, I just want to see how far he can go today, if he wins all three again then this place might actually explode," a man said nervously, half joking yet half serious as the noise around him continued to rise. + +As more voices joined in, the cheers grew even louder, turning into a roaring wave of excitement that swept through the Divine Colosseum, making it clear that the crowd’s patience had run out and that all of them were now waiting for only one thing, which was Max stepping into the arena once again. + +"They are really marketing my battles," Max muttered with a smile as he stood near the arena, because the intention behind the arrangement was obvious to him. + +By placing his three matches at the very start of the day, they were ensuring that the crowd’s excitement would peak immediately, and more importantly, they were setting the stage for tomorrow to draw an even larger audience. + +The people who witnessed his fights today would spread the word, and those who missed them would come in greater numbers the next day, driven by curiosity and hype. + +Max understood this strategy clearly, and while he did not particularly care about being used as a spectacle, he could not deny that it worked remarkably well. + +"Let us see who will fight Max in his first battle today," the announcer declared, his voice echoing throughout the Divine Colosseum as a massive hologram appeared high above the arena. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1358.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1358.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9af7245 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1358.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1351: Clever Raymond" +slug: "ch-1358" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1358 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1219 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s name lit up on one side, while another name on the opposite side began to scroll rapidly, flickering through countless possibilities. This time, however, the randomization took noticeably longer, stretching on for a full and suspenseful minute, and the prolonged delay only served to heighten the tension within the packed colosseum, where thousands of eyes remained fixed on the glowing names in the sky. + +When the scrolling finally stopped and the matchup was revealed as Max versus Raymond, a wave of shock rippled through the entire Divine Colosseum. + +Raymond was far from an ordinary contender, because his name alone carried weight and history within these walls. He had once won all ten of his battles before encountering the Grim Gladiator, and yet instead of fighting, he had chosen to accept defeat the moment he saw him. + +That single decision had turned Raymond into a strange kind of legend, a man whose strength was unquestionable, yet whose actions sparked endless debate and speculation. + +Since that day, Raymond had become a celebrity within the Divine Colosseum, not just because of his flawless record, but because of the mystery surrounding his refusal to fight the Grim Gladiator. + +Many could not understand how someone strong enough to win ten consecutive battles would surrender without even testing his strength, and that unanswered question had divided opinions sharply. + +Some respected him for recognizing an insurmountable gap and preserving his life, while others openly mocked him as a coward or a fraud, claiming that he lacked the courage to stand before the Grim Gladiator even once. + +Now, as his name appeared opposite Max’s, all those old arguments resurfaced at once, and the crowd realized that this battle was anything but ordinary. + +"Max and Raymond, come to the arena," the announcer called out, and his voice carried across the Divine Colosseum with a weight that immediately drew every eye toward the arena floor. + +As Max began walking forward, the same man from the previous day spoke up from behind him, "Be careful out there." + +It was the man who had answered Max’s questions earlier and shared a brief conversation with him afterward, and hearing that warning caused Max to narrow his eyes slightly as he stepped fully into the arena, his expression calm but his focus sharpening. + +Soon, Max and Raymond stood face to face in the center of the arena, the atmosphere between them noticeably different from Max’s previous battles. + +Raymond appeared gentle on the surface, his features relaxed and a calm smile always hanging on his lips, giving him the look of someone who did not carry hostility even in battle. That very calmness, however, made him feel more dangerous, because it hinted at deep confidence rather than arrogance. + +"Will you make the first move, or should I do the honor?" Raymond asked with that same composed smile, his voice light as if he were speaking to a friend rather than an opponent. + +"Please, do the honor," Max replied with a smile of his own, his posture relaxed yet alert. + +"Very well," Raymond said softly, and in the next instant his body turned into a streak of golden light that shot straight toward Max, his sword flashing as it aimed to cut cleanly toward Max’s neck. + +Max reacted immediately, raising his hand to grab the incoming blade, but Raymond clearly anticipated this, because his form dissolved once more into a golden beam and reappeared to Max’s left, his sword slashing toward him again with incredible speed. + +Max moved as if he had eyes on the back of his head, his hand snapping toward the sword once more to seize it, and the moment his fingers closed around the blade, a sharp bang echoed through the arena as a small shockwave burst outward from the point of contact. + +At that very moment, Raymond’s figure split apart, forming a second identical body beside the first, and the clone lunged forward with its own sword, thrusting straight toward Max’s neck without hesitation. + +Faced with the sudden two pronged attack, Max calmly drew upon a fraction of power from the first of his Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin, and lightly pressed down on the sword he was already holding. + +The result was immediate and terrifying, because the blade shattered into countless pieces with a booming sound, and the released force did not stop there. A violent shockwave erupted outward, sending both the original Raymond and his clone flying away through the air, their bodies hurled back as the arena trembled under the aftermath of that single controlled release of power. + +As the shockwave faded, the clone Raymond dispersed into countless golden motes of light that scattered and vanished into the air, while the original Raymond reacted instantly by drawing out another sword and driving it into the arena floor, using it as an anchor to halt his backward momentum. + +When he finally steadied himself, the calm smile that had rested on his face earlier was gone, replaced by a solemn and focused expression, because that brief burst of energy from Max had sent both him and his clone flying without resistance. + +In that instant, Raymond truly grasped how terrifying Max’s power was, because he could not imagine what kind of strength could produce such a result with what seemed like such casual control. + +"Is that it?" Max asked with a relaxed smile, as if nothing significant had just happened. + +Raymond also smiled, though there was now a strange certainty behind it. "Yes, that is enough. I have already won." + +"What do you mean?" Max asked, his smile fading slightly as a faint sense of unease crept into his mind. + +"Just wait for a moment," Raymond replied calmly, his smile deepening as he watched Max closely. + +Max frowned, trying to understand what Raymond was implying, and at that very moment, a sudden wave of weakness surged through his body without any warning. + +It was abrupt and unnatural, and along with that weakness, Max could feel his vitality slowly draining away, as though something invisible was gnawing at his life force from within. His eyes narrowed as realization struck him, because there was only one explanation for such a sensation. + +"A poison," Max realized silently, and in that instant he understood everything. The moment he had caught Raymond’s sword earlier had been the moment the poison entered his body, which meant that Raymond’s true intention had never been to test strength but to kill him from the very beginning. + +"What is wrong?" Raymond sneered when he saw the weakness spread across Max’s face, his eyes filled with mockery. "You look a little different now." + +Max looked up at him and sneered in return, his gaze sharp and cold. "There is a death wish, and then there is building a ladder straight to death. It seems you chose both." + +Golden light erupted from Max’s body as he activated his Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline, bathing him in a radiant glow that carried an overwhelming sense of purity and authority. + +The effect was immediate, because the poison inside his body was completely erased within seconds, wiped out so thoroughly that it was as if it had never existed at all. The weakness vanished just as suddenly as it had appeared, and Max stood there once more, his presence stable and dominant. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1359.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1359.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5bfa68e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1359.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1352: Craze!" +slug: "ch-1359" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1359 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1191 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max smiled calmly at Raymond as the last traces of poison within his body were completely erased by the power of his Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline, the radiant energy leaving him refreshed and untainted as if nothing had ever happened. + +In the very next instant, blue lightning erupted around his body, and before Raymond could even register the movement, Max had already appeared in front of him, his speed so overwhelming that all Raymond perceived was a brief flash of azure light. + +When his vision stabilized, Max’s sword was already resting gently against his neck, its cold edge carrying an undeniable threat as Max spoke directly into his mind through essence transmission. + +"Who told you to kill me?" Max asked calmly, his tone chilling despite its quiet nature. "I can kill you whenever I want, and the Divine Colosseum will not be able to do anything about it. In fact, they would happily use your death to publicize the rest of my battles, so you should answer me honestly unless you want to find out how true that is." + +Cold sweat immediately formed on Raymond’s forehead as fear took hold of him, because he knew the rules of the Divine Colosseum far too well. Normally, one could not kill another during these battles, and life and death matches were reserved only for those who lost all three battles in a single day, forcing them to fight others in the same desperate situation. + +However, there were always exceptions hidden beneath the surface, and Max was clearly one of them. If Max chose to kill him here, the Divine Colosseum would indeed turn a blind eye, just as he said, because sensational bloodshed would only serve their interests. Faced with that reality, Raymond understood that lying would only hasten his end. + +"The Heron Family told me to kill you," Raymond said through clenched teeth, his voice shaking despite his attempt to remain composed. "They promised me my freedom in exchange for your life." + +"I see," Max replied quietly, his expression darkening as the truth settled firmly in his mind. + +Everything immediately made sense to him, because by rejecting the Heron Family’s invitation, he had marked himself as a threat they could not control. If he were allowed to continue fighting, defeat all ten opponents, and eventually face the Grim Gladiator, there was a real possibility that he could win and gain his freedom. + +Once that happened, killing him would become far more difficult, and worse still, the other six main families of the Black Dragon Palace might set their sights on him. From the Heron Family’s perspective, silencing him early was the safest option. + +"Heron Family," Max sneered inwardly, burning their name into his memory as he made a silent promise to himself. Without another word, he withdrew his sword and released a controlled burst of strength, striking Raymond and sending him flying out of the arena and crashing into the stands. + +Max chose not to kill him, because Raymond was nothing more than a disposable pawn used by the Heron Family, and ending his life would bring no satisfaction. + +The moment Raymond was sent flying out of the arena, the Divine Colosseum fell into stunned silence for a single heartbeat, and then it exploded into chaos as the crowd completely lost control, their voices crashing together in a deafening storm of disbelief and excitement. + +"Did you see that, Raymond did not even get a chance to fight back properly, this is insane," a man shouted as he jumped to his feet, his face flushed with excitement. + +"Raymond was a legend here, the man who won ten battles and still dared to stand before Max, and yet he was defeated like this," another voice roared, filled with shock that bordered on reverence. + +"That speed was terrifying, I did not even see Max move, one moment Raymond was standing there and the next he was already out of the arena," someone yelled, clutching the railing in front of them as if trying to steady themselves. + +"This is no longer a battle, this is a massacre, Max is on a completely different level," another spectator shouted, their tone filled with raw excitement. + +"Hahaha, starting today with Max’s battles was the best decision they ever made, this colosseum is going to explode by the end of the day," someone laughed loudly, barely able to contain themselves. + +The cheers grew louder and louder, turning into uncontrollable chants as Max’s name echoed through the Divine Colosseum once again, the hype reaching a fever pitch as everyone realized that they were witnessing something that would be remembered for ages. + +"I think they are overreacting a little," Max muttered with a sigh as the deafening cheers continued to echo through the Divine Colosseum, because in his own eyes, defeating Raymond was nothing worth such a reaction. + +To him, it was just another battle that ended quickly, and yet the crowd was behaving as if he had accomplished something earthshaking. + +What Max did not fully understand was the weight carried by names like Raymond and Dean within the Divine Colosseum. They were not ordinary warriors but figures whose appearances alone could draw spectators from distant planets of the Verdant Sky Realm, because they rarely stepped onto the arena floor, and whenever they did, it was treated as a major event. + +Over time, they had become celebrities in their own right, symbols of power and prestige within the colosseum, and many people came not just to watch battles, but specifically to witness them fight. + +Seeing such legendary figures fall so easily and so effortlessly at Max’s hands shattered the expectations of countless spectators, and that shock was precisely what drove the crowd into a frenzy. + +To them, it was not just about Max winning another match, but about the collapse of long held beliefs regarding strength and hierarchy within the Divine Colosseum, and that was why their excitement bordered on madness as they realized they were witnessing the rise of a new and overwhelming existence. + +The next two battles of the day followed soon after, and just like the first, they ended without any real suspense, because Max defeated his opponents with the same overwhelming ease that had already become expected of him. + +Each exchange was brief and decisive, leaving the arena floor once again dominated by his presence as the crowd erupted repeatedly, their excitement refusing to die down even after witnessing similar outcomes again and again. + +What Max found strange, however, was that neither of the last two warriors showed any intention of killing him, and their attacks lacked the hidden malice he had sensed from Raymond.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +There were no poisoned weapons, no desperate schemes, and no reckless attempts at fatal strikes, which stood in sharp contrast to what he had anticipated after uncovering the Heron Family’s involvement. + +Because of that, Max became certain of one thing as he calmly walked away from the arena after his final match, and that was the fact that the next three warriors he would face would not come merely to fight him, but would come with the clear intention of ending his life. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-136.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-136.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..29e046d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-136.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 136: Rules of the Next Stage" +slug: "ch-136" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 136 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max glanced at the few figures surrounding him, a smile appearing on his face. + +"Everyone seems excited," he said, grinning. "Good." + +No sooner had his words finished than Nathan stormed forward in a fit of fury. "You are Max?" he asked loudly. + +Max raised his brows and glanced at the others behind him. "I told you he has some problems in his head," he said, shaking his head. + +Nathan clenched his fists so hard that they began to crack, his eyes filled with rage as he pointed at Max. "I challenge you to a battle… do you dare to accept it?" + +Max sneered at him. "I don’t fight meaningless battles. It just doesn’t interest me," he said, still grinning. "Though I like to fight for revenge and other things, clearly your fight doesn’t interest me in the least." + +Shaking his head, he turned and headed toward his guild members, ignoring them. + +However, he hadn’t gone far when two figures blocked his path. They were Tom and Evlin. + +"Going somewhere?" Evlin asked, her tone sarcastic. + +"No, I’m sure he’s running away," Tom said, sneering. + +Max sighed. He didn’t want anything to do with them, but it seemed conflict was inevitable. + +"Everyone!" The blob shouted as it descended to the heads of the geniuses. + +Seeing that it had everyone’s attention, it continued, "The next stage for you folks is to go and comprehend your auras in the temple," it said, waving its hands. + +As it did, the ground where everyone was standing trembled for a moment before twenty or more tall chunks of stone appeared out of nowhere and floated behind them. They were as large as a human, about 20 feet tall.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Each of these tall chunks of stone overflowed with different types of pure auras. Fire, water, earth, lightning, sword, spear—almost every aura could be represented in these chunks of stone. + +Every single genius could feel the auras within them, and they felt naturally attracted to some of the chunks as if they were being called upon by these stones. + +’What is this feeling?’ Max thought, feeling an intense desire to go and immerse himself in comprehending all the auras from the chunks. The desire to do so was so powerful that his mind felt numb for a moment. + +"Be warned," the blob said, its tone solemn. "All these chunks contain auras at the peak of level 1, but it isn’t easy to just go and comprehend them." + +It added, "Don’t give in to the temptations. Don’t let these auras control what you need to comprehend. Don’t get drawn towards them; don’t submit to these auras. Take control of yourself and choose what aura you want to comprehend, not the one that just came to your mind." + +"They are just mindless temptations playing tricks on you," the blob continued. "If you go ahead and give in to these temptations, forget about comprehending any auras. You won’t achieve anything here." + +Continue your adventure with freewebnovel + +The blob’s warning rang in everyone’s mind as they controlled themselves not to respond to the calling. Everyone present in the temple were geniuses, and although some were strong and others weaker, they possessed a strong enough state of mind to remain calm under these temptations. + +However, there would always be someone who just couldn’t resist. + +"Aahh, I can comprehend water element aura. I can feel it. I can feel it calling to me. I can definitely comprehend it," a genius from the Emerald Legion said, his tone tinged with desperation. + +"Ash, didn’t you hear the blob? You shouldn’t give in to those temptations!" someone from the guild scolded Ash for his stupidity, but it was already too late. + +Ash ignored everyone and ran toward the water element chunk of stone, sitting in front of it like a monk to begin his attempt at comprehending the water aura. + +"That is what you lot must not do!" the blob warned, its tone serious. "Once you give in to temptation, there’s no turning back until you’ve comprehended the element you were tempted by. Think carefully before you act." + +’It has such a problem?’ Max thought, his expression grim as he recalled the feeling of being called by all the auras before him. It was like the need to eat to satisfy his hunger. + +"On to the next topic," the blob said, grinning. "I noticed a bit of scuffle here, but don’t worry, there are always rules for everything in this temple." + +It added, "The number of meters you’ve climbed on the monolith determines how many minutes you have before these chunks of aura. The moment you run out of time, you will simply be teleported back here to me." + +Everyone was shocked by the blob’s words, their eyes widening. However, they quickly realized that a minute was a very short time, and whether it was a hundred or two hundred, it wouldn’t be enough to comprehend an aura. + +The geniuses present weren’t fools; they understood that comprehending an aura required time, and it couldn’t be done in mere minutes, no matter how many they had. + +"How can we comprehend an aura in a matter of minutes? It’s impossible!" someone questioned the blob. + +The blob shrugged. "That’s your problem, but I assure you, comprehending an aura from these chunks of stone is different than comprehending from nothing. In that case, you’d have to try a thousand different ways to find the right path. But with these chunks, the right path is in front of you. All you have to do is comprehend it." + +It added, "Moreover, my master isn’t that cruel. Everything will be fine once you begin comprehending." + +The blob glanced at everyone, its expression turning into a sneer. "Now for the most important part. One can gain extra time by battling others." + +Everyone’s eyes gleamed when they heard the blob. + +Seeing their attention focused on it, the blob continued with a grin, "The rules for a battle are simple. Let’s say challenger A is challenging genius B. Genius B can either decide to fight or not. It’s entirely up to genius B whether they want to accept the challenge or not." + +The blob grinned. "If genius B decides to fight and loses, challenger A will win 10% of the minutes B possesses, in hours. For example, if genius B has 100 minutes, and B loses, challenger A will gain 10% of that time in hours, which is 10 hours." + +The rules surprised everyone. It tilted heavily in favor of the challengers. + +"However," the blob continued, "if the challenger A loses, not only will challenger A be unable to challenge anyone further, but they will also lose 10% of their time. Most importantly, challenger A will lose the privilege to decline any future challenges. They will have to accept every challenge, regardless of whether they want to or not." + +"One more thing: if challenger A loses, genius B won’t gain anything. Meaning accepting a challenge is the most foolish decision you could ever make so think carefully before accepting anyone’s challenge." The blob added at the end. + +Everyone was once again surprised. At first, they thought the rules favored the challengers, but now they couldn’t tell. Accepting a challenge wouldn’t reward you with anything, but losing as a challenger would result in severe penalties. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1360.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1360.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddc067b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1360.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1353: Max’s Proposal!" +slug: "ch-1360" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1360 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1171 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After returning to his room in the underground area of the Divine Colosseum, Max finally allowed himself to rest, using the quiet and isolation to focus inward rather than on the chaos of the arena above. + +Most of his time was spent idly manipulating his mana while interacting with the Divine Essence drifting through the air, experimenting with the way the two energies responded to each other and testing small ideas that came to his mind as he grew more familiar with this new environment. + +Through his concentration from the previous day, Max had come to a clear realization that Divine Essence was far more powerful than the mana he had relied on until now. + +The difference between them felt immense, almost as if mana was nothing more than water being used as fuel when compared to something vastly more potent like liquid hydrogen, and that understanding only strengthened his desire to break through beyond the peak of Divine Rank as soon as possible. + +The idea of converting his energy into something closer to Divine Essence filled him with anticipation, because he knew that true ascension could only begin once that transformation was complete. + +However, after spending two full days within the Divine Colosseum, Max began to notice a harsh and unsettling truth. Not once had he seen a single ascendant who had gone beyond the peak of Divine Rank. + +At first, he wondered whether they simply had not yet broken through, but as time passed, a more troubling possibility emerged in his mind, which was that perhaps they could not break through at all. From what he had observed, many of the veterans here had lived for years within the Divine Colosseum, and yet they were all still stuck at the same peak level, never once stepping into the realm beyond Divine Rank. + +It was not an isolated case either, because everyone he encountered seemed bound by the same invisible ceiling. + +This made Max question whether advancing beyond Divine Rank was inherently difficult, or whether there was some crucial requirement needed for that breakthrough which simply did not exist for slaves trapped within the Divine Colosseum. + +The thought lingered in his mind, because if such a restriction truly existed, then remaining here for too long would only hinder his growth rather than help it. + +"Anyway, I should level up as soon as I have enough energy to devour," Max muttered quietly, his resolve firming as he leaned back slightly. "But first, I need to gain my freedom." + +With that thought settled, he turned his attention back to the Divine Essence in the air, once again playing with it carefully as he searched for new insights and possibilities hidden within its flow. + +Just like that, the remainder of the day slipped by for Max without much incident, and before he realized it, the time for rest had ended once more. + +When the morning of the third day arrived, Max made his way to the side of the arena along with the other ascendants, only to be greeted by a sight that immediately told him how much things had changed. + +The crowd gathered in the Divine Colosseum was as large as it had been the previous day, if not even larger, and the moment Max came into view, the spectators erupted into cheers, shouts, and thunderous chants that shook the stands. + +The excitement spiraled into pure chaos the instant he stepped closer to the arena, as if his mere presence had become enough to ignite the entire colosseum. + +Max let out a quiet sigh when he saw the scene unfolding before him, because even now, he found the reaction excessive. + +"Ladies and gentlemen, let us begin with the first battle of Max Morgan," the announcer declared, his voice echoing throughout the Divine Colosseum with practiced enthusiasm. As expected, his words triggered another massive eruption from the crowd, their excitement surging yet again, but just as the announcer was about to continue, Max raised his voice and interrupted him. + +"I have a proposal to make," Max said calmly. + +At those words, the Divine Colosseum fell into complete silence, as if someone had suddenly muted the world itself. Thousands upon thousands of eyes turned toward Max at the same time, all of them filled with curiosity and anticipation, because everyone instinctively knew that whatever he was about to say would not be ordinary. + +"What proposal?" the announcer asked, his curiosity clear as he looked at Max. + +Max smiled lightly before speaking again, his voice carrying clearly across the arena. "I would like to fight all three of my opponents from today’s battles, along with the final tenth opponent, at the same time. I request that you arrange this for me." + +For a brief moment, no one reacted at all, as if the words had not fully registered in their minds. Then, the shock hit everyone at once, and the Divine Colosseum was plunged into a pin drop silence so profound that it felt unreal. + +In the very next heartbeat, that silence shattered violently as the crowd erupted into absolute madness, their roars of disbelief and excitement crashing together as the hype reached a level far beyond anything seen in the colosseum before. + +"What? Max wants to fight the last four opponents at the same time? This is madness, this has never happened before in the history of the Divine Colosseum," someone shouted at the top of their lungs as they sprang to their feet, their voice cracking under the weight of sheer disbelief. + +"Are we really about to witness something this unbelievable, or am I dreaming right now," another spectator yelled, clutching their head as if trying to keep their thoughts from spilling out, their eyes locked onto Max with burning excitement and fear mixed together. + +"I am excited, I am really excited, please make it happen, I beg you to make it happen," a man screamed hysterically, his fists pumping into the air as his entire body trembled with anticipation, no longer caring about anything else happening in the world. + +"This is insane, fighting four battles at once including the final opponent, this is not confidence anymore, this is absolute domination," someone roared, their voice drowned for a moment before rising again with even greater intensity. + +"Hahaha, today will be carved into history, I knew coming here was the right decision," another voice cried out, filled with manic laughter as people around them began shouting uncontrollably. + +"Let him do it, let him do it right now, if Max wins this then even the Grim Gladiator will not feel untouchable anymore," a spectator bellowed, their words igniting even greater chaos among the crowd. + +The Divine Colosseum descended into complete pandemonium as thousands of voices collided at once, people screaming, laughing, shouting, and stomping so hard that the entire structure trembled, because in that moment, reason vanished entirely and only one thought remained in every mind present, which was that they were standing on the edge of witnessing something that would be remembered as legend. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1361.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1361.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..418a6a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1361.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1354: Condition!" +slug: "ch-1361" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1361 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1081 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let me contact the higher ups and see what they have to say," the announcer’s voice rang out loudly over the chaos, forcing its way through the madness of the Divine Colosseum and gradually pressing the crowd into an uneasy silence as everyone waited with bated breath. + +Max, on the other hand, stood calmly at the side of the arena, his back resting against the cold stone wall and his eyes closed as if none of this concerned him, his posture relaxed to the point where it felt almost disrespectful to the storm he had just stirred. + +Several long minutes passed, each one stretching endlessly as anticipation gnawed at the hearts of everyone present, until the announcer’s voice finally echoed once more through the colosseum. + +"Ladies and gentlemen, the higher ups have agreed to Max’s proposition," he declared, and the moment those words landed, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, their excitement exploding as if a dam had been shattered. The noise only grew louder as people screamed Max’s name, stomping and shouting with reckless abandon. + +"But," the announcer continued, his single word cutting through the frenzy like a blade, instantly plunging the Divine Colosseum into silence once again as all eyes snapped back to him. He turned his gaze toward Max and spoke clearly. "The higher ups have one condition. Only if Max agrees to this condition will he be allowed to fight all four opponents at the same time." + +Max opened his eyes and smiled faintly, already sensing what was coming. "What condition?" he asked calmly. + +"It is simple," the announcer replied. "Your four opponents will not be randomized. They will be chosen directly by the higher ups." + +Max sneered inwardly, because the intention behind this decision was obvious, yet he showed none of that on his face. "Go ahead and give them the green light," Max said with a relaxed smile. "They will just be four more warriors for me to defeat." + +"Very well," the announcer said loudly. "Since Max has agreed, the higher ups will now reveal the final four opponents. Look to the sky and witness who will face Max Morgan." + +Every head in the Divine Colosseum tilted upward at once, hearts pounding as the massive hologram above the arena lit up. The crowd already knew what this meant, because if the higher ups were choosing directly, then these would not be ordinary ascendants. These would be the ones who had once stood before the Grim Gladiator and lived to tell the tale. + +The first name appeared, glowing ominously in the sky. + +"Bloodfang Korr." + +"What, Bloodfang Korr," someone shouted in disbelief. "He actually fought the Grim Gladiator head on and survived for three full exchanges." + +The second name followed immediately after. + +"Silver Gale Yuren." + +"You have got to be kidding me," another voice yelled. "Silver Gale Yuren retreated after seeing the Grim Gladiator’s aura alone, and that man is still considered a legend here." + +The third name emerged, radiating heavy pressure. + +"Stone Tyrant Malkor."𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +"No way," someone screamed. "Stone Tyrant Malkor took one direct blow from the Grim Gladiator and did not die, how is that even possible." + +Then the final name descended slowly, as if the colosseum itself was holding its breath. + +"Sword Dancer Selene." + +The reaction this time was explosive. "Sword Dancer Selene is here too," a woman cried out. "She is the one who injured the Grim Gladiator’s arm before conceding, that was the only time anyone ever managed that." + +The Divine Colosseum descended into complete madness as the reality settled in. "All four of them fought the Grim Gladiator," someone roared. "This is not a battle anymore, this is an execution." + +"Hahaha, this is insanity, they are throwing every surviving legend at Max all at once," another voice shouted, half laughing and half trembling. + +"If Max wins this, then the Grim Gladiator will no longer feel like an untouchable god," someone screamed as the hype spiraled out of control. + +The crowd went completely berserk, voices crashing together in a deafening storm of awe and madness, because everyone understood one undeniable truth in that moment. What they were about to witness was no longer just a battle, but a turning point that would redefine the Divine Colosseum forever. + +’All four of them are people who once fought the Grim Gladiator,’ Max mused inwardly as a faint smile curved his lips. ’But do they really believe they stand a chance against me?’ The thought amused him, and a cold sneer followed soon after. + +No matter how renowned they were within the Divine Colosseum, as long as they had not stepped into the realm beyond Divine Rank, they were nothing more than ants in his eyes, beings that could be crushed without effort if he chose to do so. + +"All four warriors, along with Max Morgan, please come to the arena," the announcer called out, his voice carrying a solemn weight this time. Max did not hesitate and stepped forward immediately, his figure calm and composed as he entered the arena. + +Not long after, the four chosen contestants arrived as well, their appearances drawing a silent ripple of tension across the colosseum. Korr was a heavily built man who wielded a massive halberd, his body radiating brutal strength. Yuren carried a long spear, his posture sharp and disciplined, every movement hinting at refined technique. + +Malkor stood firm with a heavy axe resting at his side, his presence solid and unyielding like a mountain. Selene, the only woman among them, held twin swords lightly in her hands, her eyes cold and alert, her reputation for swift and lethal strikes well known throughout the stands. + +These were not ordinary warriors. Each of them bore titles bestowed by the crowd itself, titles earned through blood, survival, and legend, making them the most formidable figures the Divine Colosseum had produced aside from the Grim Gladiator. + +As they stood before Max, there was no arrogance on their faces, only seriousness and caution. After witnessing Max’s battle with Raymond, they understood clearly that the man standing before them was an existence comparable to the Grim Gladiator himself, and that realization alone was enough to suppress any trace of recklessness. + +The crowd held its breath as Max faced the four warriors alone. Not a single sound echoed through the Divine Colosseum, as if everyone present instinctively understood that even the slightest noise would feel out of place in this moment. Thousands of eyes remained fixed on the arena, watching in tense silence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1362.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1362.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa5ba0f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1362.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1355: Crowd Demands!" +slug: "ch-1362" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1362 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1298 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I have nothing against any of you," Max said calmly, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "But I need to win this, so I will end it quickly." + +Red lightning burst forth around his body as he activated the Storm King’s Inheritance, Extreme Speed, the violent arcs of crimson energy wrapping around him like a living storm. In the next instant, his figure vanished from sight, leaving only a flash of red lightning tearing through the arena. + +Before anyone could even process what had happened, the four figures of Korr, Yuren, Malkor, and Selene were blasted out of the arena and hurled into the stands, their bodies sent flying as if struck by an invisible calamity. + +It was over in mere seconds, so fast that most of the spectators struggled to comprehend what they had just witnessed. The four legendary warriors, each of whom had once stood before the Grim Gladiator, had been defeated before they could even make a single move. + +Max had not given them the slightest chance to act, nor any opportunity to employ hidden tricks such as poison. He had learned from his encounter with Raymond, understanding that while lesser poisons were meaningless to him, a poison beyond Divine Rank could pose unnecessary complications even to his divine bloodline. + +Because of that, Max chose to reveal a fraction of his true power and end the battle instantly. To him, these warriors were nothing more than obstacles delaying the inevitable. He wanted them out of the way as quickly as possible so that he could finally face the only opponent in the Divine Colosseum who truly mattered, the Grim Gladiator. + +"What did I just witness, they were all blown away before they even lifted their weapons, this cannot be real," a man shouted in disbelief, his voice shaking as his eyes remained locked on the empty arena. + +"All four of them fought the Grim Gladiator and survived, yet they could not even last a heartbeat against Max," another spectator said hoarsely, clutching the railing as if his legs had suddenly gone weak. + +"I did not even see him move properly, there was just red lightning and then it was over, this is beyond terrifying," someone cried out, their tone filled with fear rather than excitement. + +"Korr, Yuren, Malkor, and Selene were legends here, people crossed realms just to watch them fight, and now they were defeated like nothing," a woman said slowly, her words heavy as the reality finally sank in. + +"This is no longer about talent or genius, this is absolute domination, the Divine Colosseum has never seen something like this," a deep voice rang out from the upper stands. + +"If this is how he treats those who faced the Grim Gladiator, then what kind of monster is Max really," another spectator muttered, their voice trembling with awe.𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +For a moment, voices overlapped in stunned confusion, disbelief echoing through every corner of the Divine Colosseum, because no one present could comprehend how four living legends had been erased from the battle in the blink of an eye. + +"No way," Jaden said as she abruptly stood up, her reaction far more intense than most in the crowd, her eyes widening as disbelief washed over her face. Unlike the majority of spectators, her cultivation was far higher than Max’s, which meant she could clearly perceive what had actually happened in the arena instead of relying on fragmented impressions. Precisely because she saw it so clearly, the shock hit her even harder, leaving her momentarily unable to sit back down. + +"Just speed empowered by that red lightning and the raw strength of his body was enough to defeat all four of them," Jaden said in a stunned voice, her gaze still locked onto Max as if trying to confirm that what she saw was real. "How is this even possible?" + +From Max’s very first battle until now, he had not used a single concept nor displayed any recognizable combat technique, and even just now, the situation was no different. There were no profound laws invoked, no domain pressure released, and no signature techniques unleashed, yet the four strongest figures of the Divine Colosseum had been defeated instantly. + +Jaden could not comprehend how someone could overwhelm opponents of that level without relying on concepts or techniques, because that went completely against everything she knew about combat in the Divine Realm. + +"I think his current strength has already stepped into the Rebirth Realm," Lucia said quietly, her expression solemn as she analyzed the situation with far more seriousness than before. In the Divine Realm, only a very small number of cultivators could fight above their level, and even among the most peak geniuses, crossing one level was already considered an incredible feat, while crossing two levels required exhausting everything they had. + +The gap between each level in the Divine Realm was enormous, so much so that fighting across realms was almost unheard of, and even Lucia herself could not defeat someone who was a single level above her. + +Yet Max had just crossed several levels within Divine Rank and defeated all his opponents effortlessly without using concepts, techniques, or even showing signs of strain. + +That alone was enough to leave Lucia deeply unsettled, but what truly caught her attention was something most others failed to notice, which was the fact that Max had not used any abilities related to the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline either. + +To her, that single detail spoke volumes, because it meant that what Max had displayed so far was still far from his true strength, making the existence standing in the arena far more terrifying than anyone else realized. + +"Send the Grim Gladiator," Max said calmly as he turned toward the announcer, a relaxed smile on his face that carried an unmistakable confidence. "I want to fight the Grim Gladiator and end this right here and now." His words were clear and unhurried, yet the moment they left his mouth, the weight behind them struck the Divine Colosseum like a falling mountain. + +For a brief instant, the crowd seemed frozen, as if everyone needed a heartbeat to process what they had just heard, and then the entire colosseum erupted in a way that surpassed everything before it. + +Shouts, screams, and thunderous chants surged together as people stood up, waving their arms and shouting at the top of their lungs, their excitement no longer restrained by reason or caution. Many had come dreaming of such a moment, yet none had expected Max himself to demand it so directly. + +"Send the Grim Gladiator, let him fight right now," someone roared from the lower stands, their voice filled with burning anticipation. + +"Yes, this is what we came for, we want to see it happen today," another spectator shouted as the people around him echoed his words. + +"Max has already defeated everyone else, there is no reason to wait any longer," a woman cried out, her face flushed with excitement. + +"Grim Gladiator versus Max, this is the battle of legends, do not delay it," a deep voice thundered from the upper tiers. + +"If Max wins this, the Divine Colosseum will never be the same again," someone screamed, their words drowned out by the rising chants. + +"Grim Gladiator, Grim Gladiator, Grim Gladiator," the crowd began chanting in unison, only for the chant to twist moments later into a deafening roar of "Max, Max, Max," as both names echoed violently through the arena, colliding like two unstoppable forces. + +The Divine Colosseum shook under the sheer intensity of the crowd’s will, as thousands demanded the same thing with a single voice. In that moment, it was no longer just Max challenging the Grim Gladiator, but the entire colosseum standing behind him, urging the legendary battle to begin right there and then. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1363.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1363.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9ac6e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1363.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1356: Behind the Divine Colosseum" +slug: "ch-1363" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1363 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1034 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Hearing the constant and unending chants of Max and the Grim Gladiator colliding throughout the Divine Colosseum, the announcer slowly fell silent, his expression stiff as he stood helplessly at his post. This decision was far beyond his authority, because whether Max would be allowed to fight the Grim Gladiator or not was never in his hands to begin with. + +Only the higher ups who controlled the Divine Colosseum, or more precisely the will of the Heron Family, could decide how this situation would unfold. + +And so the announcer could only remain standing there, feeling the pressure of tens of thousands of gazes while waiting for an answer that he himself could not provide. + +Deep within the heart of the Divine Colosseum, hidden far from the roaring crowd and sealed away from the chaos above, there existed a large office like chamber. Inside it stood a round table crafted from dark crystal, and seated around it were three figures whose authority ruled every match, every rule, and every life within the colosseum. + +Two of them were men, while the third was a woman, and it was these three individuals who truly controlled the Divine Colosseum from behind the shadows. + +"This brat is far too strong," one of the men said with a deep frown. His name was Randolf, a burly man with a thick beard and a bald head that reflected the faint light in the room. "He defeated all four of the warriors we sent to deal with him without any difficulty at all." His tone carried frustration and disbelief, because those four were never meant to be simple obstacles. + +"What should we do now?" the second man asked, his voice more restrained but no less serious. His name was Chris, and unlike Randolf, his face was clean shaven, while the long hair on his head flowed past his shoulders. "His strength has clearly surpassed that of the Grim Gladiator already. Sending the Grim Gladiator to fight him now would only end the same way as the last four battles." + +Chris paused briefly before continuing, his expression darkening. "On top of that, this brat is arrogant enough to openly reject the Heron Family. If he had simply joined us, none of this would have been necessary, yet now his fame has grown so large that I am certain the other six main families are already watching him closely." + +"Hmph," the woman snorted coldly, her eyes sharp as she finally spoke. Her name was Malissa, and among the three, she held the greatest authority within the Divine Colosseum. Her connection to the Heron Family was far deeper and stronger than that of the other two, and it was precisely because of this that her words carried an unmistakable weight. + +"If that brat could not belong to our family, then I will not allow him to belong to any other either. Even if it would not change much in the grand scheme of things, I refuse to let him walk his own path after rejecting the Heron Family." Her gaze turned icy as her voice hardened. "No one who rejects our family is allowed to live a peaceful life, especially not a mere mortal who dares to stand above us." + +"What did the family want?" Chris asked with a deep frown, his tone cautious as he looked toward Malissa. He understood very well that even if they personally wished to crush Max and erase the trouble he was causing, their own intentions were secondary when compared to the will of the family. + +For people like them, bloodline and family authority always came first, and any personal grievance had to bow before that reality. + +"Father told me to bring Max into our family at all costs, but I have no intention of listening to him," Malissa sneered coldly, her lips curling with disdain. "We extended an invitation once, and he rejected us. That alone is enough. Someone who dares to refuse the Heron Family does not deserve a second chance." She then turned her sharp gaze toward Randolf and Chris, her eyes narrowing as she continued. "Send the third one."𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +"Third one?" Randolf and Chris exclaimed almost at the same time, shock written clearly across their faces. The words alone made the air in the room feel heavier, because both of them understood exactly what Malissa was implying. + +"But that one can only be deployed with the approval of the family head," Chris said quickly, his voice tense as he tried to reason with her. "If we send him against Max now, the situation could spiral out of control. This is not something we can undo once it begins." + +Randolf immediately nodded in agreement, his expression grave as he spoke as well. "Yes, Malissa. The family head explicitly ordered that the third one must never be used unless he personally gives the command. Even if this resolves the Max problem, the family head will not forgive us for acting on our own." + +"Do you dare question me?" Malissa asked calmly, yet the moment those words left her mouth, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. Her eyes locked onto the two men, sharp and suffocating, leaving no room for argument. + +Randolf and Chris immediately lowered their heads, neither of them daring to meet her gaze any longer. They did not want to disobey her, yet they also understood that there were lines within the Heron Family that should never be crossed without the explicit will of the family head. + +"Just do as I say," Malissa said in an even tone, her confidence unwavering. "I will deal with father myself." As she spoke, she turned her attention to the large screen in the room, where Max’s figure could be seen standing calmly in the arena, completely unaware of the decision being made behind the scenes. + +Randolf and Chris exchanged a brief look filled with hesitation and unease, knowing full well the consequences of what they were about to do. + +In the end, however, neither of them voiced another word. Turning away in silence, they moved to carry out Malissa’s order and release the third one, setting in motion something that could no longer be easily controlled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1364.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1364.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..45fa34b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1364.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1357: Betting Pool!" +slug: "ch-1364" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1364 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max waited calmly in the arena, his posture relaxed and his expression unreadable, the announcer finally received the order he had been waiting for, and when his voice rang out across the Divine Colosseum, it carried a weight that immediately set every nerve on edge. + +"Everyone, the order has been given," the announcer declared loudly, his voice echoing through every corner of the colossal structure. "Max will fight the Grim Gladiator right here and now." + +For a brief moment, the words seemed too heavy for the crowd to process, and then the Divine Colosseum exploded into absolute madness. Spectators leapt to their feet, screams and roars colliding into a deafening storm as excitement surged uncontrollably. + +People shouted Max’s name, others screamed the title of the Grim Gladiator, and many simply laughed hysterically, unable to contain themselves at the thought that the legendary battle they had only dared to imagine was about to become reality. + +Just as the frenzy reached its peak, the announcer raised his hand, and his next words cut through the chaos like a blade, stunning everyone into sudden silence. + +"For this final battle," he continued, his tone deliberately slow and emphatic, "the Heron Family, who governs the Divine Colosseum behind the scenes, will open a special betting pool exclusively for this match." + +The reaction was instantaneous and overwhelming. Gasps rippled through the crowd as disbelief spread across countless faces, because this was something that had never been done before. Until now, the Divine Colosseum had only ever allowed general betting pools that covered all contestants collectively, with no distinction made for individual duels. A betting pool dedicated solely to a single battle between two warriors was unheard of, a privilege reserved only for something considered extraordinary beyond measure. + +"A special betting pool, just for these two," someone shouted in shock, their voice trembling with excitement. + +"This is insane, they have never done this before, not even for the greatest legends," another spectator yelled, clutching the railing as if afraid they might fall over. + +The announcer did not stop there. "Anyone who wishes to place a bet on this battle should immediately register at the Divine Colosseum betting pool," he said clearly, his voice carrying authority and urgency. "The battle between Max and the Grim Gladiator will begin in three hours. You all have exactly three hours to place your bets before this battle commences." + +Those final words sent the crowd into a new wave of chaos, different from before but no less intense. People began shouting to companions, calculating odds, arguing heatedly about who would win, and rushing toward the betting halls with frantic energy. + +The Divine Colosseum buzzed like a living organism, fueled by anticipation, greed, fear, and awe, because everyone present understood one undeniable truth. + +This was no longer just a battle for freedom or fame, but an event so monumental that even the rules of the Divine Colosseum itself had bent to accommodate it, and whatever happened after those three hours would echo throughout the Verdant Sky Realm for a very long time. + +And soon the Divine Colosseum descended into controlled chaos, as spectators began standing up from their seats almost simultaneously, the sound of stone steps and hurried footsteps echoing in every direction. + +What had been a sea of seated figures only moments ago transformed into a restless tide of people moving with singular purpose, because nearly everyone had reached the same conclusion at once. They were going to bet on Max. + +Voices rose everywhere as people shouted to companions, urged friends to hurry, and argued loudly while pushing their way toward the exits that led to the betting halls. + +"I am betting everything on Max, I do not care what the odds are," someone yelled as he rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over himself in his haste. + +"There is no way he loses after what we just saw, this is free profit," another person shouted back, pulling his friend along by the arm. + +"You are crazy if you bet on the Grim Gladiator now, did you not see what Max did to those four," a woman exclaimed as she squeezed through the crowd, her eyes blazing with certainty. + +Within moments, the walkways and staircases were packed shoulder to shoulder, people moving so tightly together that tempers flared and arguments broke out, yet even in that disorder, there was a strange sense of unity. + +The majority of the crowd was flowing in the same direction, driven by the same belief, convinced that Max was an unstoppable force and that this betting pool was an opportunity that would never come again. + +Despite the sudden surge, the Divine Colosseum did not fall into true disorder, because the Heron Family’s management reacted with astonishing speed and precision. Hidden gates slid open along the walls, revealing additional passageways leading directly to auxiliary betting halls that most spectators did not even know existed. + +Rows of uniformed attendants appeared almost instantly, their movements practiced and disciplined as they guided the crowd with firm voices and clear instructions. + +"Keep moving forward, no pushing, there is enough space for everyone," one attendant called out calmly, his presence steady enough to prevent panic from spreading. + +"Additional betting counters are now open on the east and lower wings, please proceed in an orderly manner," another announced, amplifying his voice through a mana infused device that carried his words far and wide. + +Magical arrays flickered to life above the entrances, displaying clear directions and real time updates on queue lengths, which allowed many spectators to reroute themselves without causing further congestion. + +Even those who were shouting moments ago began to slow down, realizing that the system in place was far more efficient than brute rushing ever could be. Within minutes, what could have become a dangerous stampede was transformed into long but orderly streams of people moving steadily toward their destinations. + +Inside the betting halls, counters multiplied as temporary stations unfolded from the walls, clerks already seated and prepared as if they had anticipated this exact scenario. Slips of light formed in the air as people registered their bets, names and amounts flashing briefly before vanishing into secured arrays, while guards stood watch with calm expressions, ensuring that no disputes escalated beyond words. + +"Heron Family really came prepared for this," someone muttered while waiting in line, glancing around in surprise at how smoothly everything was being handled. + +"They were always waiting for chaos like this, you can tell," another replied, nodding slowly. "This is not their first time controlling madness." + +By the time the initial rush subsided, the Divine Colosseum had settled into a tense but organized hum, the betting pools overflowing with wagers favoring Max, and conversations everywhere revolving around odds, speculation, and certainty. + +The chaos had not vanished, but it had been tamed, shaped into a structured frenzy under the firm and efficient control of the Heron Family. + +"Who are you betting for?" Jaden asked as she turned toward Lucia, her expression serious as she watched the long streams of people moving toward the betting halls below. + +"Of course I am betting on Max to win this battle," Lucia replied without the slightest hesitation, her tone so natural that it sounded as if there was never any other option to consider. + +"How can you be so sure?" Jaden asked, frowning as she tried to understand Lucia’s unwavering confidence. "You should know what it means for the Heron Family to open a betting pool specifically for this battle. They would not do something like this unless they were confident that their Grim Gladiator would win against Max." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1365.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1365.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e4a84a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1365.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1358: Grim Gladiator" +slug: "ch-1365" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1365 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1060 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Hearing Jaden’s doubts, Lucia simply smiled at her with quiet confidence, her expression calm as if the outcome was already decided in her mind. + +"I understand your concerns," she said gently, "but I also know that Max has not even used his true strength yet. What he has shown so far is only the surface, because his real power is something that would shock even you if he chose to reveal it. He understands very well what is best for him, and that is why he has been fighting using other methods instead of exposing his core strength." + +Her gaze remained fixed on Max as she continued speaking, her tone steady and assured. "The Grim Gladiator, at most, possesses strength around the first level of the Rebirth Realm, and compared to Max, dealing with someone at that level will be nothing more than a simple task." + +Jaden let out a slow sigh and nodded her head, because she could not tell whether Lucia’s confidence came from blind faith or from a deeper understanding of Max’s true capabilities. + +In the end, she chose to trust Lucia’s judgment, believing that there was something about Max that even she had not fully grasped yet. With that decision made, Jaden placed her bet on Max winning, just like Lucia, her doubts lingering but no longer strong enough to hold her back. + +It took several minutes before the flow of people moving toward the betting pools finally slowed and stopped, and one by one, the spectators returned to their seats, filling the Divine Colosseum once again with restless anticipation. + +The atmosphere grew tense as conversations died down, replaced by an expectant silence that hung heavily in the air. + +"Ladies and gentlemen, hold your seats tight, because the battle between Max and the Grim Gladiator is about to begin," the announcer declared loudly, his voice echoing powerfully as he pointed toward Max standing calmly in the arena. "On one side, we have Max Morgan, a legend in the making, a genius who has defeated countless warriors with only a few moves. On the other side, we have the Grim Gladiator, widely regarded as the strongest warrior in the history of the Divine Colosseum." + +As his words rang out, a figure slowly emerged from the opposite end of the arena, drawing every eye toward him. The Grim Gladiator walked forward clad in full armor, a set of radiant golden plates that covered him from head to toe and reflected the sunlight brilliantly. + +The tip of his sword dragged along the ground as he advanced, producing a sharp metallic sound that echoed ominously with each step. His presence alone pressed down on the arena like an invisible weight, and within moments, he came to a stop before Max, standing face to face with him as the Divine Colosseum held its breath, fully aware that a battle unlike any other was about to unfold. + +"Those of you who do not know," the announcer said as his voice echoed across the Divine Colosseum, "the Grim Gladiator is also a warrior from the mortal realms, just like all the others who fight here. This rule exists to ensure that every battle remains fair and square." After a brief pause that felt deliberately heavy, he raised his hand and declared, "The battle starts now." + +At his words, the battle officially began, yet neither Max nor the Grim Gladiator made a move. The two stood facing each other in complete stillness, their gazes locked as if time itself had slowed within the arena. Max carefully observed the figure before him, quietly releasing his perception to gauge the Grim Gladiator’s true strength, and what he sensed made things clear almost instantly. + +The aura surrounding the Grim Gladiator was no longer confined to Divine Rank and instead carried the unmistakable pressure of a realm beyond it. From that feeling alone, Max could tell that the Grim Gladiator was far stronger than anyone he had faced so far in the Divine Colosseum. + +’From the sensation coming off him, his strength feels similar to Mark when he was fully transformed,’ Max thought calmly as he continued to assess his opponent. ’I do not know how that translates precisely into the cultivation standards of the Divine Realm, but one thing is certain. This Grim Gladiator does not stand a chance against me.’ His expression remained composed, betraying none of his thoughts, even as the oppressive aura of the Grim Gladiator pressed outward across the arena. + +Around the Divine Colosseum, several powerful individuals came to the same realization at nearly the same time, and shock rippled through those who could perceive such things. "Damn, the Grim Gladiator’s strength has reached the third level of the Rebirth Realm," Jaden exclaimed silently, her eyes widening as she turned toward Lucia. + +"I never thought the Heron Family would become this desperate," Lucia replied with a deep frown, her expression darkening as she stared at the arena. "Sending a third level Rebirth Realm warrior to fight against a mortal is far beyond what they usually do." + +"Do you think Max still has a chance?" Jaden asked quietly, her brows knit together as doubt crept into her voice. + +"We will see," Lucia said with a soft sigh. Even she found it difficult to believe that Max could win against someone at the third level of the Rebirth Realm, no matter how terrifying his previous performances had been. + +Elsewhere in the colosseum, Lord Arckin and his subordinate also frowned as they observed the unfolding situation. "They really increased the difficulty this time," the subordinate said in a low voice. "Normally, the final opponent would only be a first level Rebirth Realm warrior, but they sent someone at the third level instead. This is excessive." + +Lord Arckin sneered coldly as he watched the Grim Gladiator. "They are truly desperate. Max rejecting their invitation clearly struck a nerve. They want him to lose here and remain trapped in the Divine Colosseum forever." + +"And what if Max actually loses?" the subordinate asked, concern evident in his tone. + +"There is no need to worry," Lord Arckin replied with confidence. "With the chaos Max has already caused, the Grims Family has issued orders to take him in at all costs. Even my authority here has increased. If it comes down to it, we will take Max directly from Malissa’s grasp." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1366.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1366.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..401827b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1366.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1359: Fighting the Gladiator!" +slug: "ch-1366" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1366 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1179 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Make your move," Max said calmly as he drew his sword, the blade humming softly as blue lightning began to coil around his arm and along the edge of the weapon, his posture relaxed yet perfectly balanced as he faced the Grim Gladiator. + +The Grim Gladiator did not waste a single breath after those words. His golden armor flared with blinding light as black flames erupted from the gaps between the plates, wrapping around his massive body like a living inferno that amplified his already terrifying physical strength. + +With a thunderous step that cracked the arena floor beneath his feet, he swung his sword in a brutal downward arc, the blade blazing with black fire as it descended with enough force to shatter mountains. The air screamed under the pressure, and many in the crowd instinctively leaned back, convinced that no one could withstand such a strike head on. + +Max moved. + +Blue lightning flashed, his figure blurring as he shifted his stance by the smallest margin, and with a sharp metallic clash, his sword met the Grim Gladiator’s blade directly. + +The impact sent a violent shockwave tearing through the arena, stone tiles exploding outward as the black flames surged wildly, yet Max did not move an inch. His arm remained steady, supported by the roaring power of 1200 Draconic Essences flowing through his body and a controlled release of strength from the first Divine Vein, the Vein of Origin, anchoring him like an unmovable pillar. + +The Grim Gladiator’s eyes narrowed behind his helm as he followed up instantly, his sword spinning into a horizontal slash aimed at Max’s torso, black flames twisting violently around the blade as his golden armor pulsed with runic light. + +Max responded with pure speed, blue lightning bursting beneath his feet as he parried the strike, then another, then another, each collision ringing like thunder as steel met steel again and again. + +Sparks of blue and black energy scattered through the air, and every time the Grim Gladiator’s immense strength surged forward, Max met it cleanly, his movements precise and efficient, relying on nothing but his sword, his speed, and the raw power coursing through his body.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +The Grim Gladiator roared and pressed harder, his attacks becoming a relentless storm. His sword descended in crushing overhead strikes, sweeping cleaves, and piercing thrusts that carried enough force to tear through Divine Rank defenses with ease. + +Black flames wrapped fully around his blade now, spilling outward like a burning tide, while his golden armor glowed brighter with each movement, reinforcing his body and amplifying every swing. Yet no matter how ferocious the assault became, Max remained composed, his blue lightning flashing constantly as he intercepted every attack, blocking, deflecting, and redirecting each strike with flawless timing. + +Each time their swords collided, the arena shook, deep cracks spreading across the ground as waves of power rolled outward. The Grim Gladiator pushed forward with overwhelming physical might, attempting to crush Max through sheer force, but Max answered with balance and control, channeling his Draconic Essences to reinforce his body and drawing just enough power from the Vein of Origin to neutralize the disparity. + +His sword never left his hand, his stance never broke, and his expression never changed, even as black flames licked dangerously close to his body. + +To the crowd, the battle unfolded at an almost impossible pace, blue lightning and black fire colliding in rapid succession as the two figures blurred across the arena. The Grim Gladiator attacked like a raging catastrophe, every strike meant to end the battle outright, while Max stood at the center of it all, meeting each blow head on with nothing but his blade, his speed, and his terrifyingly controlled strength. + +With every blocked strike, it became clearer that no matter how powerful the Grim Gladiator’s attacks were, Max was matching them perfectly, not with overwhelming techniques or grand displays of power, but with pure mastery, precision, and an unshakable foundation that refused to yield even a single step. + +The sight unfolding in the arena left the entire Divine Colosseum suspended between shock and exhilaration, faces frozen in disbelief as eyes struggled to follow the relentless exchange of blades. + +Every thunderous strike from the Grim Gladiator carried enough power to crush a peak Divine Rank expert, yet each one was met and stopped by Max with such casual precision that it felt unreal. + +The crowd leaned forward unconsciously, breaths held tight, because the scene before them shattered everything they believed about strength in the Divine Realm. + +"Damn..." Jaden whispered under her breath, rising slowly from her seat as the reality of what she was witnessing finally hit her. This time, the shock was overwhelming, far beyond anything she had felt before, because she could clearly see every movement and every clash. + +No matter how terrifying the Grim Gladiator’s sword became, no matter how violently the black flames surged around the golden blade, Max blocked every single attack with ease, his sword moving just enough to intercept the strike without any wasted motion. + +It was as if the Grim Gladiator’s overwhelming power meant nothing to him, as if Max had already calculated and nullified everything before it even reached him. What unsettled her the most was the fact that Max had not even launched an attack of his own yet, and still the balance of the battle was painfully obvious. + +"He is too strong," Lucia muttered, her eyes widened in genuine shock as her earlier confidence transformed into something far deeper and heavier. She had always known Max was powerful, ever since their confrontation back in Obsidian Dragon City, but this was on a completely different level. + +Watching him effortlessly handle a warrior at the third level of the Rebirth Realm while he himself was still only at the sixth level of Divine Rank overturned all logic she had ever known. + +In that moment, Lucia truly understood that Max’s potential was not just high, but limitless, because even the greatest geniuses of the Divine Realm could not compare when it came to sheer combat power. Against Max, they would fade into insignificance. + +High above the arena, Lord Arckin observed the battle with a relaxed smile, his eyes gleaming as Max continued to block every strike without strain. "It seems we have all underestimated Max far too much," he said calmly, the comparison forming naturally in his mind, because the scene looked less like a battle and more like an adult indulging a child’s tantrum. + +The Grim Gladiator was throwing everything he had into each swing, while Max dealt with it effortlessly, never stepping back, never losing control. + +The subordinate standing behind him nodded in silent agreement, his expression filled with awe rather than concern. + +Lord Arckin then let out a soft laugh, his smile widening slightly as another thought crossed his mind. "I do wonder what kind of expression Malissa is wearing right now after seeing this," he said, clearly enjoying the image, because it was now painfully obvious that whatever scheme she had set in motion was crumbling right before her eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1367.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1367.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b34712e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1367.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1360: Winning!" +slug: "ch-1367" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1367 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How, how did this Max gain such terrifying strength?" Malissa howled from deep within her lungs as she watched the battle unfold, her composure completely shattered by the scene before her eyes. + +What should have been a swift and decisive victory for the Grim Gladiator had instead turned into a humiliating spectacle, because from the very beginning it was Max who controlled the rhythm of the fight. + +No matter how ferociously the Grim Gladiator attacked, no matter how much power he poured into each swing, his sword could not break past Max’s defense even once. It felt as though Max stood before him like an immovable wall, a presence that could not be shaken, broken, or bypassed regardless of how overwhelming the assault became. + +"Damn it," Malissa cursed fiercely, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief as her eyes slowly turned red from prolonged fury. "How can a mortal at the sixth level of Divine Rank possess this level of strength. This is impossible, I refuse to believe it." + +The longer the battle dragged on, the deeper her frustration grew, because every second only reinforced the same cruel truth that Max was not struggling at all. Her carefully laid plan was collapsing right in front of her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. + +On the other side of the chamber, Randolf and Chris stood frozen in silence, their earlier confidence completely erased. They had already believed that switching the final opponent from a first level Rebirth Realm warrior to a third level Rebirth Realm warrior was excessive, yet now it became painfully clear that the change had made no difference whatsoever. + +The Grim Gladiator was giving everything he had, and still Max handled him with alarming ease, as if the gap between them was far greater than anyone had anticipated. + +As reactions varied across the Divine Colosseum, with the crowd erupting in awe, Jaden and Lucia standing in utter shock, Lord Arckin watching with impressed amusement, and Malissa seething in disbelief, the battle itself finally reached its peak. + +Bang. + +Once more, the figures of Max and the Grim Gladiator collided, their swords crashing together and releasing a violent shockwave that pushed both of them backward across the arena floor. The air trembled as their feet scraped against stone, and for a brief moment, the arena fell into a tense silence. + +"Time to end this," Max muttered calmly, his voice steady as red lightning suddenly erupted around his body. + +In the same instant, he activated the Storm King’s Inheritance, Extreme Speed, while also invoking Heaven’s Wraith, and his figure vanished in a flash of crimson light. Before the Grim Gladiator could even react, Max had already appeared in front of him, his sword thrust forward and aimed directly at the golden chest armor that had withstood countless battles. + +Bang. + +The armor was indeed of extraordinary quality, so much so that Max’s blade failed to leave even a scratch upon its surface, yet that fact no longer mattered. + +The sheer force behind the strike, amplified by red lightning, Draconic Essences, and the power of his veins, exploded outward in a devastating shockwave. The Grim Gladiator’s massive figure was blasted away helplessly, soaring across the arena before crashing violently into the stands. + +As his body finally came to a stop, the outcome was clear to everyone present. The battle was over. + +Max stood alone in the arena, calm and unscathed, exactly as he had expected from the very beginning. + +The moment the Grim Gladiator’s massive body crashed into the stands and failed to rise again, the Divine Colosseum fell into a stunned silence that lasted for a single heartbeat, as if the world itself needed a moment to accept what had just happened. Then, that silence shattered completely, replaced by an eruption of voices so loud and chaotic that the entire colosseum trembled under its force. + +"He won... the Grim Gladiator actually lost," someone whispered in disbelief, their voice trembling as their eyes remained fixed on the arena. + +"No, this cannot be real, the Grim Gladiator was undefeated for years, no one has ever done this," another spectator shouted, clutching their head as if trying to wake themselves from a dream. + +"Did you see that final strike, he did not even need to break the armor, he simply blasted him away. Max is simply too strong for Grim Gladiator to do anything," a man yelled, his voice filled with awe and fear mixed together. + +"The undefeated legend has fallen, the Grim Gladiator has finally been defeated," someone screamed, their words echoing as realization spread through the crowd. + +"Hahaha, history has been rewritten today, this is the end of an era," another voice cried out, half laughing and half shaking from excitement. + +"Max defeated everyone, even the Grim Gladiator could not stop him, this is unbelievable," a woman shouted as tears of excitement welled in her eyes. + +"Max, Max, Max," the chants began once again, rising from every corner of the Divine Colosseum as thousands stood up and roared his name with unrestrained fervor. + +"The Grim Gladiator’s reign is over, the legend is dead, and a new one has been born today," a deep voice thundered from the upper stands. + +The Divine Colosseum descended into complete madness as cheers, shouts, and thunderous applause collided into a single overwhelming storm of sound, because in that moment, everyone understood the same truth. The undefeated legend of the Grim Gladiator had come to an end, and in his place, a far more terrifying legend named Max had risen. + +Hearing the deafening cheers rolling through the Divine Colosseum, Max simply shrugged, his expression calm as if the uproar had nothing to do with him, and waited patiently for the formal announcement. The noise continued to surge around him, yet he remained standing at the center of the arena, sword lowered, eyes steady, as though the battle had been nothing more than a routine exchange. + +"The winner of the battle is Max Morgan," the announcer finally declared, his voice echoing across the entire Divine Colosseum with unmistakable clarity. "And with Max’s victory over the Grim Gladiator, he has earned his freedom and is now free to leave the Divine Colosseum and join any force of his choosing." The words carried tremendous weight, marking the end of a legend and the birth of something far greater. + +"Finally," Max said with a small smile, a sense of quiet satisfaction settling in his heart, because that single sentence was what he had been waiting to hear from the very beginning. + +Freedom was his true goal, not fame, not glory, and not the countless gazes now fixed upon him. With this, the shackles of the Divine Colosseum were supposed to fall away, allowing him to walk his own path without restraint. + +Just as Max turned slightly, preparing to leave the arena and put this Chapter behind him, the atmosphere shifted once again. Three figures suddenly appeared within the arena, their arrival abrupt and heavy, drawing immediate attention from those who noticed them first. + +It was Malissa, Randolf, and Chris, the very individuals who controlled the Divine Colosseum from behind the scenes, and their presence alone was enough to send a ripple of unease through the crowd, signaling that even after victory and freedom, things were far from truly over. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1368.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1368.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d1652cd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1368.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1361: Forceful Recruit!" +slug: "ch-1368" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1368 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1401 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max looked at the three figures standing before him, and his expression slowly turned extremely solemn. The moment they appeared, an invisible pressure descended upon him, pressing down on both his mind and body at the same time. + +It was not something tangible that could be blocked or dodged, but a suffocating presence that made even breathing feel heavier than before. The pressure was overwhelming to say the least, and for a brief moment, Max had to stabilize his stance just to remain standing calmly. + +’Are they doing this intentionally, or is this simply the natural pressure of someone who stands far higher in the Divine Realm facing someone who is still considered a mortal,’ Max wondered silently as his eyes swept over them. + +"You did well," Malissa said at last, her voice smooth yet venomous, each word carrying an underlying hostility that was impossible to miss. "You will make a good soldier for the Heron Family." + +Max raised an eyebrow slowly, his gaze sharp as it settled on her. "Did I ever say that I am joining the Heron Family?" he asked flatly. + +Malissa sneered faintly, as if the answer was obvious. "Everyone who defeats the Grim Gladiator joins the Heron Family. You are no exception." + +"Are you serious?" Max frowned as anger flickered in his eyes. "As far as I know, defeating the Grim Gladiator grants freedom. That freedom includes the right to join any force of my choosing." + +Malissa shrugged casually, her expression filled with arrogance. "And you are joining a force, are you not? You are simply joining the Heron Family." + +At that moment, anger truly began to boil within Max. He had expected manipulation, perhaps even pressure, but he had not expected such blatant shamelessness. His jaw tightened as he looked straight at her. + +"Are all members of the Heron Family as shameless as you?" Max blurted out, his sneer clear and unrestrained. + +"You," Malissa exclaimed, genuine shock flashing across her face. She had never imagined that a mere mortal would dare speak to her like this, let alone openly insult her to her face. Her disbelief quickly turned into fury. + +"Do not think that just because you defeated the Grim Gladiator, you stand above him," she said coldly, her sneer deepening as her aura surged outward without restraint. + +In an instant, the pressure around Max multiplied violently. It felt as if an invisible mountain had been dropped onto his shoulders, crushing down on him from all directions. His bones creaked faintly, his muscles screamed in protest, and even his thoughts slowed under the overwhelming force. + +Max clenched his fists as he endured it, fully aware that if he allowed this pressure to continue for even a few more seconds, his body might truly be crushed under the sheer might she was unleashing. + +Looking at Max’s condition, Malissa sneered with cold satisfaction, her gaze filled with contempt as she watched him struggle under the crushing pressure.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +"How about it?" she asked slowly, her voice dripping with mockery. "Have you finally changed your mind and decided to join the Heron Family?" + +Max’s eyes had turned bloodshot from the immense pressure bearing down on him. It felt as though his body was being torn apart from the inside while his bones were being crushed from the outside at the same time. His breathing grew heavy, his vision blurred, and every instinct in his body screamed at him to submit, yet the rage burning in his heart refused to extinguish. + +"Fuck you, bitch," Max spat hoarsely, his voice filled with defiance. Even in this state, he knew one thing with absolute certainty, which was that he would rather die than bow his head to the Heron Family after what she had done. + +"You," Malissa shouted, her fury finally exploding as her composure shattered completely. Her eyes burned with killing intent as she raised her hand, power gathering rapidly as she prepared to strike Max down where he stood. + +At that very moment, space itself seemed to ripple, and a figure appeared in the air between them. Lord Arckin moved faster than sight, reaching Max and pulling him away in a single motion before Malissa’s attack could land. + +The crushing pressure vanished instantly, and Max felt his body relax as if a mountain had been lifted off his shoulders. Air rushed back into his lungs, strength slowly returning to his limbs as he steadied himself. He looked up at the man who had intervened, recognition flashing through his eyes as relief washed over him. + +"Malissa, I will be taking Max away," Lord Arckin said calmly, a faint smile on his face as he stood protectively beside Max. + +"You dare?" Malissa screamed, her voice trembling with both rage and shock. She had never imagined that the Grims Family had already set their sights on Max, and seeing Lord Arckin here confirmed her worst fears. + +"Max has already been recruited by Lady Virelia," Lord Arckin replied evenly. "It is only a matter of time before he becomes her true disciple." + +"What?" Malissa exclaimed, her face contorting in disbelief. "No, you cannot take him away. He became a member of the Heron Family the moment he defeated the Grim Gladiator." + +"Fuck you, bitch," Max cursed again, raising his hand and showing her his middle finger without the slightest hesitation. "Even if I once had the slightest thought of joining the Heron Family, after what you just did to me, I will never join your family." + +Malissa stood frozen, her expression twisted with rage and disbelief, while Max’s gaze burned with hatred. In that moment, she became the first person in the Divine Realm whom Max truly despised. + +The memory of her using overwhelming pressure to force him into submission carved itself deeply into his heart, and he knew that no matter how much time passed, he would never forget what she had done to him inside the Divine Colosseum. + +"You brat, how dare you speak to me like that!" Malissa screamed as her rage finally erupted without restraint, her palm thrusting forward as a violent surge of energy tore through the air toward Max with murderous intent. + +The blast distorted the space it passed through, carrying enough power to annihilate a Rebirth Realm cultivator instantly, yet before it could even reach him, Lord Arckin calmly raised his hand. With a simple motion, the incoming force shattered and dispersed like smoke struck by a strong wind, dissolving into nothingness without leaving the slightest trace behind. + +"Arckin, you dare protect him from me," Malissa shouted, her voice shaking with fury as disbelief twisted her features. "He dared to insult me. I will punish him myself. Hand this brat over to me right now." + +Her eyes burned with hatred as she continued, her tone turning cold and domineering. "Max is the property of the Heron Family. You have no right to take him away." + +"Oh, I do," Lord Arckin replied with a faint smile, his demeanor unhurried as he placed a reassuring hand on Max’s shoulder. In the next moment, the two of them began to rise into the air, their figures lifting slowly yet decisively above the arena floor. + +"Arckin, do you dare," Malissa roared as she watched them ascend, her composure crumbling completely. "This is the direct order of my father. Max must be brought to the Heron Family. If you take him away, you will be openly defying my father, one of the seven leaders of the Black Dragon Palace." + +Lord Arckin paused midair and turned his head slightly, looking back at her with calm indifference. "Did you forget, Malissa," he said evenly, his voice carrying clearly through the arena. "I belong to the Grims Family, not the Heron Family. Your father holds no authority over me." + +With those words, he turned away, and his figure rose higher, carrying Max with him toward the open sky above the Divine Colosseum. + +As they were about to disappear from view, Max twisted his head back, his voice suddenly echoing across the entire Divine Colosseum, filled with cold resolve and unrestrained hatred. "You bitch, remember what you did to me today. I will return this to you a hundredfold in the future." + +With that final declaration, both Max and Lord Arckin vanished from sight, leaving behind a shaken Divine Colosseum, a furious Malissa standing below, and the lingering certainty that this conflict was far from over. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1369.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1369.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2d57adc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1369.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1362: Lord’s Mansion" +slug: "ch-1369" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1369 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1176 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Some distance away from the Divine Colosseum lay a quiet forest, its tall trees forming a natural barrier that concealed a clearing within. In that open space rested a massive structure resembling a space shuttle, its sleek metallic surface faintly reflecting the ambient light as streams of divine essence drifted lazily through the air. + +The shuttle stood there silently, yet its presence alone carried an imposing sense of authority and advanced technology far beyond anything seen in the mortal realms. + +Lord Arckin descended from the sky with Max, landing smoothly before the shuttle as if the ground itself welcomed his arrival. Waiting nearby was his subordinate, standing straight and alert, clearly having prepared everything in advance. + +"You did well, Max," Lord Arckin said as soon as they landed, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Defeating a gladiator raised by the Heron Family is no small feat, yet you accomplished it with such ease. That alone speaks volumes about your strength." He laughed lightly, clearly pleased with what he had witnessed. + +"Thank you," Max replied sincerely, then hesitated before asking, his curiosity finally surfacing. "But who are you exactly?" He had been saved at the most critical moment by this man, yet until now, he did not even know his identity. + +Lord Arckin smiled at the question. "Lady Virelia sent me to pick you up," he said calmly. + +"She did?" Max’s expression brightened instantly, relief washing over him as a genuine smile appeared on his face. + +A lingering worry he had been carrying vanished in that moment, because he had feared that she might not know he was trapped in the Divine Colosseum and would not arrive in time. + +Lord Arckin nodded. "She did. And that is why we need to leave this planet immediately. It is no longer safe for you here." With that, he gestured toward the shuttle, and together with his subordinate, guided Max inside. + +As the shuttle lifted off and the forest slowly disappeared beneath them, Max looked around the interior in amazement. The space was refined and smooth, filled with unfamiliar instruments and glowing arrays that hummed softly with restrained power. + +"This is?" Max asked, comparing it instinctively to the void shuttle he had once seen back in Acaris, though he knew that such a vessel would never function properly in a place saturated with divine essence. + +"This is a Star Shuttle," Lord Arckin replied with a smile. "It is one of the most common means of travel in the Divine Realm. Nearly everyone owns one. Without it, traveling between planets would take an unbearably long time, even for powerful cultivators." + +"I see," Max said, nodding in understanding as the shuttle accelerated forward, carrying him away from the Divine Colosseum and toward a future that felt both uncertain and full of promise. + +"Alright, sit down and let me explain some of the common things about the Divine Realm before we reach our destination," Lord Arckin said calmly as the Star Shuttle continued to glide through the vast expanse ahead of them. + +Max nodded and took a seat among the many arranged within the shuttle, his posture relaxed yet attentive as he listened closely. Lord Arckin stood nearby, his hands clasped behind his back as he began speaking in a steady tone. + +"The planet you ascended to is called an Ascension Planet. There are thousands of such planets spread throughout the Divine Realm," he said with a faint smile. "Their purpose is simple yet crucial. These planets exist to allow mortals to gradually adapt to the pressure and the density of Divine Essence in the Divine Realm. That is why every newly ascended mortal arrives at an Ascension Planet instead of being sent directly to other planets, which would be far too overwhelming." + +He paused briefly, then let out a long sigh as his expression turned slightly serious. "Unfortunately for you, the Ascension Planet you arrived at is under the control of the Heron Family. Because of that, it took me some time to locate you. If you had ascended to an Ascension Planet owned by the Grims Family, everything would have been much simpler, both for you and for me." + +Max nodded slowly, absorbing the information before asking, "Where are we heading now?" + +"For now, we are traveling to an Ascension Planet governed by the Grims Family," Lord Arckin replied with a reassuring smile. "Once we arrive there and Lady Virelia joins us, she will personally take you to the Black Dragon Palace so that you can officially become a disciple." + +Max nodded again, a sense of clarity settling in his heart. His first objective in the Divine Realm had always been to secure a powerful backing, and with Lady Virelia and the Grims Family behind him, that goal was finally within reach. + +’I need to grow stronger, and quickly,’ he thought silently, his gaze drifting toward the distant stars beyond the shuttle’s window. ’Mother and father must still be waiting for me. And those elves... I will destroy them.’ + +Soon after, the Star Shuttle descended onto one of the many Ascension Planets governed by the Grims Family, its atmosphere calm and orderly, far removed from the suffocating tension of the Divine Colosseum. + +The planet itself felt stable and dignified, the density of Divine Essence evenly spread and far more harmonious than what Max had experienced before. + +Lord Arckin, who clearly held absolute authority here, did not waste time with formalities and brought Max straight to his mansion, a vast structure that stood at the center of the region like an unquestionable seat of power. + +"Stay here in this mansion for now and treat it as your home," Lord Arckin said as he settled into his throne with a relaxed posture that still carried unquestionable authority. "There is an academy not far from here known as the Warrior Academy. You may visit it and familiarize yourself with the place while you wait for Lady Virelia to arrive." + +The hall they stood in resembled the court of a king, yet it surpassed anything Max had seen before, with towering pillars, intricate patterns etched into the walls, and an atmosphere that radiated both wealth and strength. + +"Ron, take him to his room," Lord Arckin ordered, turning his attention briefly toward the subordinate standing nearby. + +"Yes, my lord," Ron replied respectfully before looking toward Max. + +Max nodded in response and followed Ron out of the grand hall, leaving Lord Arckin seated upon his throne. Once Max had departed, Lord Arckin shifted his gaze toward another subordinate who remained behind. + +Among all those who served him, there were only two people he trusted without reservation. Ron was the one who accompanied him wherever he went, while the man standing before him was responsible for overseeing the entire mansion and managing its affairs whenever Lord Arckin was away. His name was Shuko. + +"Shuko, go and find Adam," Lord Arckin said calmly, resting one arm against the side of his throne. + +"Adam?" Shuko asked, a hint of curiosity appearing in his eyes. "For what purpose, my lord?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-137.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-137.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f01d59e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-137.md @@ -0,0 +1,130 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 137: A Challenge?" +slug: "ch-137" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 137 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1286 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The blob smiled upon seeing the hesitation in their eyes. "Now, do what you intend to do. I won’t interfere any more." + +Max flashed a bright smile and turned to Evlin, Nathan, and Tom. "Did I hear wrong? You guys want to challenge me?" He asked with a sneer. + +Nathan glanced at Max, ready to challenge him, but a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Knowing that losing would bring many unwanted penalties, he drew caution. + +But the greed for 10% of Max’s 1000 minutes in hours made him want to gamble his chances. + +"What, chickening out at the last minute?" Max sneered at them, seeing their solemn faces. + +"Aren’t you worried about yourself?" Princess Aveline asked at that moment. "If you lose, you’ll lose around 100 minutes of time." + +Max glanced at her, his expression curious. "And who are you? You don’t look like these hooglians. You seem different," he said carefully, noticing her attire and clothing. + +Mikale, who was standing beside him, took this moment to step forward and introduce the princess. "This is Princess Aveline of the West Region." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. He hadn’t expected a true princess to show up in the temple. + +"Princess Aveline, about your question…" Max said, flashing a smirk. "I won’t lose, so your question is pointless here." + +Princess Aveline smiled, seeing Max’s confidence. "You seem very confident, but I don’t know where this confidence is stemming from." + +Read new chapters at freewebnovel + +Max shrugged. "I am strong, I guess." With that, he turned his attention back toward Evlin, Nathan, and Tom. From what he could tell, the princess seemed more concerned with his strength than him personally, and moreover, he hated her tone. + +"So, have you come to a decision or not? I don’t have much time to play with you guys," Max asked. + +Nathan glanced at Tom before turning to Max. "I challenge you, Max." + +A smile appeared on Max’s face as he heard Nathan. + +"A challenge, huh?" Max laughed lightly, glancing at Nathan. "Should I accept your challenge or not?" He began to ponder in front of them. + +"What are you thinking? Accept the challenge," Nathan said impatiently. + +Max glanced at him, his face full of confusion. "Here’s the thing… I won’t get anything useful if I accept your challenge, so I’m wondering if I should just quietly go and comprehend the auras." + +Princess Aveline smiled slightly upon hearing him. "Just say that you want something in return for accepting the challenge," she said calmly. + +Max sighed, glancing at her. "I hadn’t thought of using such low means, but since Princess Aveline has suggested it, then how can I dare to reject it?" + +"You’re shameless as well," Princess Aveline smiled, her tone playful. + +Max smiled and turned to Nathan. "Give me a sword technique, and I’ll accept your challenge. Otherwise, forget I’m here," he demanded. + +Nathan was dumbfounded hearing Max. To accept his challenge, he would have to provide him with an additional technique, something he had never heard of. + +"What? You want to fight me or not?" Max asked, seeing Nathan’s difficult face. + +Nathan gritted his teeth as he turned to Tom, who shook his head. "A technique is very important for everyone, so I suggest you ask for something that can be arranged," he said, his face dark. + +"I don’t care," Max shrugged. "Either give me a sword technique, or forget about challenging me," he said directly. + +Nathan glanced at Tom, their faces dark. They couldn’t truly gamble a technique, no matter the cost. + +Just as they were about to give up on the challenge, Princess Aveline stepped forward. "Hear my words for a moment," she said, catching everyone’s attention as they turned to her. + +Smiling, she suggested, "Since a technique is very important, how about not giving the technique completely? One can scan the content and keep it in their holowatch. That way, everyone will be happy. What do you guys think of this?" + +Max pondered and felt that this could be done as well. All he wanted was a technique; it didn’t matter what form he was getting it in. + +"I can accept that as well," he said, glancing at Nathan. + +Nathan glanced at Tom, and seeing that he nodded, he took out a small old book. "This is an uncommon rank technique I found at the edges of the Falling Lake. It’s a sword technique called Momentum Sword." + +Max nodded and said, "Give the technique to Princess Aveline for safekeeping, lest you decide to change your mind after your defeat." + +Nathan gripped the book tightly for a moment before tossing it to Aveline, who caught it. + +"Alright, I accept your challenge," Max said, smiling. + +Almost instantly, everyone aside from Max and Nathan was pushed aside by an invisible force, and a dome of transparent shield enveloped the two of them. + +"Nice," Max said, smiling as he turned to Nathan. + +"I won’t kill you, but I will destroy you," Nathan said, his voice filled with rage. + +"Come," Max beckoned him to make a move with his tiny finger. + +Calming himself down, Nathan focused. + +Swish! + +Wind rings appeared at both his legs, circling around them. The same thing happened to his arms as five wind rings on each of his arms rotated violently, generating a gale of raging wind from his figure. + +Just at that moment, tens of wind blades shot from Nathan’s figure towards Max. + +Max smiled and easily dodged them with his quick movements, along with the use of the Three Dimensional Body skill. + +Wings of wind sprouted behind Nathan’s back as his figure suddenly vanished. + +Clang! + +A sword collision reverberated through the first floor as both Max’s and Nathan’s swords collided. With that came a shockwave, but it was contained in the dome. + +"Is that it?" Max asked, gripping his sword as it clashed against Nathan’s sword. + +Nathan sneered hearing him. + +Just then, tens of knives formed from wind materialized behind Max and shot toward him, but as if he had eyes behind his back, a red hexagonal shield materialized behind him. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!… + +All the wind knives were blocked by the red shield, leaving Nathan momentarily stunned, but he didn’t think much of it as his figure vanished. Like a gust of wind, Nathan vanished from sight, his movements fluid and unpredictable as he harnessed the very speed of the wind itself. His figure flickered around Max, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession, launching relentless assaults from every direction. Each strike was precise, aimed to overwhelm and exploit any possible opening. + +Yet, Max remained calm, his posture unyielding. With uncanny reflexes and a focus sharper than a blade, he deflected each attack with ease. Every swing of Nathan’s weapon met resistance, either from Max’s sword or a perfectly timed shift in his stance. + +His Three Dimensional Skill combined with his high level sword skills were enough to counter every move of Nathan no matter the speed. + +The geniuses watching the battle from the sidelines could scarcely believe their eyes. "Impossible! He’s reading Nathan’s every move!" one of them exclaimed, his voice trembling with disbelief. + +"Is this the same Max at Level 4 of the Apprentice Rank?" another whispered, their expression a mixture of awe and confusion. + +Nathan gritted his teeth as frustration mounted, his attacks becoming more ferocious with each failed attempt. "How?!" he growled, his movements a blur as he tried to break through Max’s impenetrable defense. + +But no matter how fast he moved, Max was always a step ahead, countering with precise blocks and parries that seemed almost effortless. + +Max’s expression remained composed, his movements fluid and controlled. It was as if he wasn’t just reacting to Nathan’s strikes—he was anticipating them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1370.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1370.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04241c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1370.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1363: Warrior Academy" +slug: "ch-1370" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1370 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1188 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lord Arckin let out a slow sigh before answering. "Among all the geniuses cultivated on our Ascension Planet, Adam is the most outstanding. Yet he was never chosen by the top forces, including the Black Dragon Academy. Although we are technically affiliated with the Black Dragon Palace, that does not mean our Warrior Academy can be compared to the Black Dragon Academy, which stands as the highest institution directly under the control of the seven main families." + +He continued, his expression turning thoughtful. "I once believed Adam possessed enough talent to enter the Black Dragon Academy, but he was rejected. Now, a mortal who only recently ascended has been chosen to become Lady Virelia’s true disciple. I cannot help but find this situation rather absurd." + +Lord Arckin leaned back slightly before concluding, "That is why I want Adam to test Max’s strength. Arrange a friendly battle between them. I want to personally see the full potential of someone whom Lady Virelia herself selected." + +"As you command, my lord," Shuko replied with a respectful nod before turning and leaving the hall immediately to carry out the order. + +---- + +Ron led Max away from the grand hall and toward his living quarters, guiding him through long corridors until they arrived at a private residence that left Max genuinely stunned. + +The living chamber was far larger than anything he had ever lived in before, spacious enough to feel like a small estate rather than a personal residence. + +Beyond the main structure lay a wide garden designed specifically for cultivation and training, its ground reinforced and saturated with gentle streams of Divine Essence that flowed naturally through the air. + +Max chose to sit cross legged in the center of the garden, closing his eyes as he turned his focus inward. "My mana has fully stabilized with the Divine Essence of the Divine Realm," he muttered quietly, sensing the smooth and steady circulation within his body. "And I am already close to breaking through to the seventh level of Divine Rank." + +Despite feeling the threshold of advancement within reach, Max did not rush to force a breakthrough by devouring peak Divine Rank beast cores. He understood that recklessly increasing his cultivation without understanding the laws of this realm could lead to wasted potential. + +Instead, Max chose patience. He wanted to understand how cultivation truly worked in the Divine Realm before advancing further, because he was certain that there were methods far superior to using beast cores from the mortal realms. + +In a place where Divine Essence was abundant and refined, it was only natural that cultivators relied on different resources and techniques to grow stronger. + +Max believed that once he found and used those methods, his strength would rise far more efficiently than if he continued relying on remnants of mortal realm cultivation. + +For the rest of the day, Max focused on refining control over all of his concepts at the fifth level, carefully stabilizing their fluctuations as they interacted with the dense Divine Essence surrounding him.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +He allowed each concept to resonate gently with the environment, observing how they behaved under these new conditions and ensuring that none of them erupted uncontrollably. Time passed quietly in this manner, and before he realized it, the day had already come to an end. + +The next day, Max decided to visit the Warrior Academy that Lord Arckin had mentioned. Beyond following the recommendation, Max was also curious to see the level of geniuses gathered there. + +From what he could infer, the academy’s disciples were likely all ascended mortals, just like himself, since the planet they were on was an Ascension Planet. + +In his eyes, the Warrior Academy felt similar in purpose to the Divine Colosseum, though far more refined and humane, because both existed to nurture and evaluate talents before recruiting them into the seven main families and other high level forces under the Black Dragon Palace. + +The Warrior Academy stood not far from Lord Arckin’s mansion, and Max reached it without difficulty, his pace unhurried as he approached the expansive grounds. The academy itself was lively, filled with movement and voices, and the moment Max stepped closer, he could see countless young ascendants walking around, training, or gathering in groups. + +"There are too many young people here," Max muttered quietly as he observed them. "It seems the academy only admits young ascendants who still possess potential, instead of older ones who have already exhausted everything they could achieve within the Divine Rank." + +From the atmosphere alone, it was clear that this place was designed to nurture growth rather than simply house veterans who had long stagnated. + +Max passed through the entrance of the Warrior Academy without encountering any obstruction and soon arrived at the central grounds, where the density of Divine Essence felt slightly more refined. + +Before he could take more than a few steps, a sudden shout rang out behind him. + +"Hey, are not you the one who defeated the Grim Gladiator?" one of the academy’s disciples exclaimed loudly, pointing straight at Max with a look of shock on his face. + +That single outburst was enough to draw attention, and soon many others turned their heads toward Max, recognition flashing across their faces one after another. + +"It really is him, his name is Max if I remember correctly," someone whispered, their tone filled with disbelief. + +"Why is he here in the Warrior Academy when this place is owned by the Grims Family?" Another disciple frowned and added, "I thought he would end up joining the Heron Family, considering the Divine Colosseum belongs to them." + +Quiet murmurs spread rapidly as curiosity and speculation took over, with many wondering why such a figure had appeared in the Warrior Academy instead of one of the more obvious destinations. + +"You are Max, right?" a voice suddenly said from the front, cutting through the murmurs. A young man stepped forward arrogantly, his posture confident and his gaze filled with undisguised disdain. + +His aura was strong and oppressive, belonging to someone who had already stepped into the 4th level of Rebirth Realm, though Max himself could not directly perceive the exact depth of his cultivation. + +Max turned toward him calmly and nodded. "I am." + +"So you are the one who defeated the Grim Gladiator and became the talk of countless Ascension Planets," the young man sneered, looking Max up and down with clear contempt. "But I do not believe in your strength at all. A mere sixth level Divine Rank cultivator achieving such a feat makes no sense. I wonder what kind of mistake the Divine Colosseum made this time." + +His lips curled into a mocking smile as he continued, "My name is Raj. I am one of the senior disciples of the Warrior Academy, and I will expose your true strength for everyone to see." + +The moment those words left his mouth, Raj moved. He lunged forward suddenly, his speed sharp and aggressive, as his fist ignited with blazing red flames that surged violently around his arm. Without hesitation, he drove the flaming punch straight toward Max, intent on proving his superiority in front of the gathered disciples. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1371.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1371.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ae85c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1371.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1364: Adam" +slug: "ch-1371" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1371 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max reacted instantly, answering the attack with a punch of his own, this time infused with the raw and primordial strength of the Vein of Origin, the first of his Seven Divine Veins. The moment their fists collided, a dull and heavy impact echoed through the academy grounds. + +Bang. + +The outcome was decided in that single exchange. Raj’s body was sent flying like a broken doll, crashing violently into a nearby pillar before sliding down limply, his earlier arrogance shattered along with his confidence. Max let out a quiet sigh as he watched the result, because he had not come to the Warrior Academy to fight pointlessly or humiliate others in public like this. + +Shaking his head, Max continued walking deeper into the academy grounds, his attention quickly drawn to the surroundings instead. He noticed many facilities, formations, and training structures that simply did not exist back in Acaris, each one clearly designed to help ascendants adapt to Divine Essence and cultivate more efficiently. + +Before he could explore further, a small crowd began to gather behind him, murmurs spreading rapidly, until a figure stepped forward to block his path. + +"You must be Max Morgan, the one who defeated the Grim Gladiator in the Divine Colosseum," the man said calmly. He looked to be in his late twenties, his expression composed and his posture confident without being overtly arrogant. + +Max nodded lightly. "I am Max." + +The young man smiled faintly. "My name is Adam. I am a disciple of the Warrior Academy." + +"What can I do for you?" Max asked with a polite smile, already sensing that this encounter would not end with simple conversation. + +"I would like to challenge you to an official duel," Adam said directly, his eyes fixed on Max. + +"A duel?" Max repeated, turning his attention fully toward him. Although he could not precisely gauge Adam’s cultivation, he could tell that the strength Adam was emitting was close to Raj’s, perhaps even slightly stronger. After a brief moment of assessment, Max shook his head. "You are not my opponent," he said plainly, rejecting the challenge without hesitation. + +Adam did not react with anger. Instead, he smiled, though curiosity flickered in his eyes. "How would we know if we do not fight?" he replied. Internally, Adam could not help but wonder where Max’s confidence came from. His own cultivation was at the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm, while Max was only at the sixth level of Divine Rank, nearly an entire realm below him. And yet, Max spoke as if the gap meant nothing at all. + +Max sighed softly. "Alright, let us fight then." + +"Not here," Adam said immediately. "We should head to the official arena of the Warrior Academy." With that, he turned and led the way, guiding Max toward the academy’s central arena. + +Behind them, a growing group of Warrior Academy disciples followed closely, excitement spreading like wildfire. "Adam is the strongest genius of the Warrior Academy, and now he is about to fight Max, the one who defeated the Grim Gladiator. Who do you think will win?" someone whispered excitedly. + +"Is that even a question?" another replied confidently. "Max is only at the sixth level of Divine Rank, while Adam is at the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm. There is no comparison at all." + +"But Max defeated Raj with a single punch," someone else argued. "Raj was already at the fourth level of the Rebirth Realm." + +"I do not know," another voice said hesitantly. "This Max is very mysterious. He has never trained in any academy like we have, yet his strength is terrifying. He might be a true genius." + +As the murmurs surrounding their impending duel grew louder and more intense, the two figures at the center of all the attention finally arrived at the official arena of the Warrior Academy. This arena looked more like a hall than an actual arena to Max. + +"They have arrived," Ron said quietly as he stood beside Lord Arckin on the second floor of the arena hall, a position that offered a clear and unobstructed view of everything happening below. + +"Let us see what is so special about this Max," Lord Arckin replied as he took a seat, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp with interest. + +Down below in the vast arena hall, Adam faced Max with a calm smile. "This is where we usually spar and hold official duels," he explained. "The floors, the walls, and everything in this hall are made from extremely durable materials. Even a peak Rebirth Realm expert would not be able to leave a scratch anywhere inside this room." His tone carried confidence, as if to reassure Max that there was no need to hold back out of concern for the surroundings. + +"Cool," Max said with a nod, genuinely impressed. An arena capable of withstanding the full force of a Rebirth Realm cultivator was indeed worthy of serious combat. + +Soon, the two of them stood opposite each other at the center of the hall, while the disciples who had followed them hurried up to the second floor, filling the viewing area with excited chatter. The elevated level was the best vantage point in the arena, allowing everyone to observe every movement clearly. + +"Be careful," Adam warned sincerely, and the moment the words left his mouth, he launched his attack. His hand came down in a swift, decisive motion, and as it descended, it transformed into a massive palm of blue lightning that slammed toward Max from above. The lightning palm crackled violently, infused with the fifth level concept of endless lightning, its pressure filling the hall with a sharp and oppressive energy. + +Max responded without hesitation. He drew his sword in a smooth motion and thrust upward, channeling the fifth level concept of severing sword through the blade. The tip of the sword met the lightning palm directly, and in the instant of contact, the palm shattered, the lightning dispersing into countless sparks before vanishing completely. + +Adam’s eyes widened in shock. Although the attack had been intended as a probing move to test Max’s strength, he had never imagined that it would be erased so cleanly and completely. The effortless manner in which Max neutralized his technique forced Adam to reassess the situation instantly. + +"You are strong," Adam said solemnly, his expression growing serious. + +"I told you before, you are not my opponent," Max replied with a light smile, his tone calm and unhurried. + +"We will see," Adam answered, his gaze sharpening as the duel truly began to take shape. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1372.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1372.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1f111c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1372.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1365: Difference between mortal and divine realm genius" +slug: "ch-1372" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1372 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1163 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I will stop holding back from now on," Adam said, and the moment the words left his mouth, the entire arena responded to him. Lightning surged violently around his body, flooding the hall with blinding blue light as his aura expanded without restraint. + +He raised his hand and brought it down, and the first attack descended like judgment itself, a towering column of lightning crashing toward Max with crushing force, heavy and absolute. + +Before the lightning could touch him, Max stepped forward and swung his sword once. The blade carried the full authority of his fifth level severing sword concept, and the lightning column split cleanly down the middle, dispersing into nothingness as if it had never existed. + +Adam did not hesitate. His second attack followed immediately, faster and sharper than the first. Countless bolts of lightning shot forward in a concentrated barrage, tearing through the air with piercing shrieks as they closed in on Max from multiple angles. + +Max’s sword moved again, this time in rapid succession, each motion precise and controlled. Every bolt that reached him was cut apart at its core, severed before it could explode, the lightning unraveling and fading as his blade passed through it. + +The third attack came right after, overwhelming in scale rather than speed, as a vast wave of lightning surged across the arena floor, threatening to swallow everything in its path. + +Max planted his feet and swung his sword in a wide arc, and the wave split apart, parting to either side of him as if repelled by an invisible law. + +The battle shifted instantly into a brutal fast paced exchange. Adam became a blur of motion, lightning propelling him from one position to another as he attacked relentlessly, striking from above, from the sides, and from behind. + +Some attacks were lightning fast, meant to catch Max off guard, while others were heavy and crushing, designed to overpower him through sheer force. + +Max responded to every single one without panic, his sword tracing clean and efficient paths through the air. Each strike of lightning that came close was severed completely, not deflected or resisted, but cut down at its very essence, leaving nothing behind. + +Sparks filled the arena, yet none of them touched Max. + +Adam pushed harder, his breathing growing heavier as his attacks grew more aggressive. Lightning formed weapons, claws, and arcs that dominated the space around Max, forcing pressure from all directions at once. + +The arena echoed with constant impacts as lightning clashed against the invisible cuts released by Max’s sword. Despite the overwhelming assault, Max’s posture never broke. His movements were minimal, his expression calm, his blade rising and falling with perfect timing as if every attack had already been predicted. + +The disciples watching from above felt their hearts pound, because the speed of the exchange had surpassed what most of them could even follow. + +The pace escalated again as Adam roared and unleashed everything he had. Lightning exploded outward from his body in violent pulses, filling the arena with oppressive pressure. He attacked continuously, chaining strikes without pause, each one stronger than the last, his lightning no longer restrained by form or structure. + +Max met it all head on. His sword became a constant flash, cutting through lightning again and again, the fifth level severing sword concept pushed to its full power. No matter how dominating Adam’s attacks became, they could not cross the boundary created by Max’s blade. + +Finally, Adam leaped back, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with determination and desperation. "Then take this," he shouted, gathering lightning with both hands. The first of his strongest attacks erupted, a condensed sphere of lightning that pulsed violently before launching forward, its power dense enough to distort the air around it. + +Max stepped into it and swung once, splitting the sphere apart and erasing it completely. The second followed instantly, a massive lightning construct of a dragon that descended from above, heavy and merciless, meant to crush Max into the ground. + +Max raised his sword and cut upward, the construct shattering as if struck by an invisible blade. + +Adam screamed as he poured everything he had into the final attack. Lightning flooded the arena, forming a chaotic storm that roared with destructive intent, bolts crashing down from every direction at once in a final attempt to overwhelm Max completely. + +For the first time, Max released the full depth of his severing sword concept, his blade moving with absolute authority. In a single, decisive motion, he cut through the storm itself. The lightning froze for a brief instant, then split apart in every direction, fading into silence as the arena was left empty and still. + +Adam stood frozen, his lightning gone, his strongest attacks erased without exception, while Max remained standing at the center of the arena, sword lowered, untouched and unshaken, as if the storm had never existed at all. + +"Do you want to continue?" Max asked calmly, his sword lowered as he looked at Adam without hostility or contempt, only quiet certainty. + +"No," Adam replied after a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as exhaustion weighed down his body. There was no shame in his voice, only acceptance, because he understood clearly that forcing the battle further would change nothing. + +Max nodded lightly and turned away, the outcome already settled in his mind. He had won the battle against Adam with ease, not because Adam lacked talent, but because the gap between them was far deeper than simple cultivation levels. + +Adam was strong among mortals, even exceptional by the standards of the Warrior Academy, yet he was still bound by the limits of mortal techniques. From start to finish, Max had not seen a single attack that carried the depth or authority of a true Divine Realm inheritance. + +Every lightning technique Adam used, no matter how fast or overwhelming it appeared, originated from mortal understanding, refined perhaps, but still incomplete. + +Max understood this difference very clearly. Mortal cultivators who had not stepped into the core inheritance systems of Divine Realm forces could not truly challenge someone like him. Adam was no exception. + +Even though he had trained within the Warrior Academy and reached the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm, his foundation was still built on mortal methods. Against that, Max’s full release of the fifth level severing sword concept alone was enough to dominate the battle without requiring additional strength. + +In Max’s judgment, only true disciples of the Black Dragon Palace at the fifth or sixth level of the Rebirth Realm would be able to pressure him seriously. Those disciples were fundamentally different from Adam. + +They possessed powerful bloodlines flowing through their bodies, inheritance techniques passed down from Divine Realm experts, and training refined by beings who truly understood the laws of this realm. + +Such cultivators were not merely stronger in numbers or realms, but superior in essence, making them far more dangerous than any mortal who happened to stand at the same level of cultivation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1373.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1373.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c61cb0a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1373.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1366: Black Dragon Palace!" +slug: "ch-1373" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1373 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1012 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"He won so easily," Lord Arckin said with a long sigh as he withdrew his gaze from the arena, the outcome of Max’s battle against Adam still fresh in his mind. From where he stood, the difference between the two had been painfully clear. + +Adam had pushed himself to his limits, using every technique and ounce of strength he possessed, yet Max had treated the exchange as though it were nothing more than a routine spar. There was no urgency in his movements, no strain in his expression, only calm control that made the disparity between them impossible to ignore. + +Ron, standing quietly behind him, also let out a soft sigh. He had watched Adam grow over the years, witnessing his rise from the peak of Divine Rank to his current realm, and he understood better than most how much effort Adam had poured into his cultivation. Because of that, Ron could already imagine the disappointment weighing on Adam’s heart after this defeat, not because he had lost, but because he had realized just how far the path ahead of him truly was. + +After the battle at the Warrior Academy, Max returned to his room within the mansion and chose not to go out again. The remainder of the day passed in silence as he focused on stabilizing his mana, carefully attuning it to the dense Divine Essence that permeated the air. He did not rush his cultivation, choosing instead to refine his foundation, allowing his power to settle naturally rather than forcing a breakthrough. + +The next day, Ron came to summon him to the central hall of the mansion. When Max arrived, he immediately noticed a familiar figure standing there, and a bright smile spread across his face the moment he saw her. + +"Instructor Virelia!" Max exclaimed as he bowed respectfully, his tone filled with genuine joy. + +"Hehe, it is good to see you too," Lady Virelia replied with a warm smile, nodding at him in approval. "You seem to have become a bit more mature since the last time we met." + +"Hehe," Max laughed softly, scratching his head in slight embarrassment. + +"It took me some time to get here," Lady Virelia continued with an amused expression. "Apparently, someone caused quite a stir by defeating the Grim Gladiator in the Divine Colosseum, drawing the attention of all seven major families of the Black Dragon Palace." + +Max could only smile wryly at her words. For a brief moment, he wondered whether things might have been simpler if he had chosen to quietly mine and cultivate after stabilizing his mana instead of stepping into the Divine Colosseum and creating such chaos. + +"Alright, are you ready to head into the Black Dragon Palace?" Lady Virelia asked, her gaze calm yet carrying a hint of anticipation. + +Max nodded without hesitation. "I have waited enough." + +"Good," Lady Virelia said with a small nod as she turned toward Lord Arckin. "Arckin, send us through." + +Lord Arckin responded immediately, raising his wrist and tapping several commands on his holographic watch. In the next instant, brilliant blue light enveloped Max and Lady Virelia, wrapping around them like a living current before their figures vanished from the mansion entirely. + +For Max, the sensation that followed was strange and overwhelming. It felt as though his body had passed through countless layers of compressed energy, similar to being scanned and torn apart at the same time, yet without any pain. + +A sharp tingling coursed through his veins, his bones, even his soul, as space itself seemed to fold and stretch around him. The sensation lasted only a few seconds, but those seconds felt suspended outside time. Then, abruptly, everything stabilized and his vision returned. + +What greeted him left him completely speechless. + +This was the Black Dragon Palace. + +From Max’s perspective, the word palace did not even begin to describe what stood before him. The world itself felt blackened and refined, as though it had been forged rather than born. Endless obsidian mountains rose into a sky shrouded in dark clouds that glowed faintly with deep crimson and violet hues. + +Massive dragons carved from black stone coiled around towering pillars that reached toward the heavens, their eyes burning with eternal black flames that flickered like living beings. The air was heavy with an ancient pressure, not oppressive, but sovereign, as if the land itself acknowledged only strength and authority. + +Rivers of black fire flowed through the terrain instead of water, emitting no heat yet radiating a terrifying destructive aura. These flames did not burn aimlessly but moved with purpose, winding through the landscape like veins carrying the lifeblood of the realm. + +Above them, colossal dragon silhouettes drifted through the clouds, some clearly alive, others formed entirely of condensed black flames and divine essence. Each beat of their wings caused space to tremble faintly, sending ripples across the sky. + +At the very center of this vast domain stood the Black Dragon Palace itself. It was not a single structure, but an enormous complex of interlocking fortresses, floating platforms, and colossal halls suspended in midair by pure divine power. + +The palace walls were forged from pitch black metal etched with draconic runes that pulsed slowly, releasing waves of pressure that made Max’s instincts scream in awe. Gigantic dragon heads crowned the entrances, their maws half open as if ready to devour gods, while black flames burned silently within their throats. + +Max felt his heart pound as he took it all in. Every breath he drew carried traces of draconic might and ancient authority. Compared to this place, even the Divine Colosseum felt crude and primitive. This was not merely the residence of a powerful force. This was a world built to worship strength, domination, and the legacy of dragons that ruled above all. + +"So this is the Black Dragon Palace," Max thought silently, his eyes reflecting the endless black flames before him. + +In that moment, he understood something clearly. From the instant he stepped into this realm, his life had truly entered the stage of gods and dragons, and there would be no turning back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1374.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1374.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1360ad --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1374.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1367: Bloodline Types" +slug: "ch-1374" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1374 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1221 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"It is amazing, isn’t it?" Lady Virelia asked as she glanced at Max, clearly noticing the shock and awe written across his face. + +Max nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on the endless black structures, the coiling dragon statues, and the rivers of silent black flames that stretched across the horizon. The scene felt almost unreal, as though he had stepped into a myth carved into reality itself, and he knew that if he stood here long enough, he might truly lose himself to it. + +"But the Black Dragon Palace is only one of the many third rate forces in the entire Divine Realm," Lady Virelia continued, her tone calm and almost casual, as if she were speaking of something ordinary. A faint smile rested on her lips as she spoke, yet the weight of her words was anything but light. "There are far stronger forces scattered throughout the Divine Realm, forces whose foundations, territories, and legacies dwarf what you are seeing here." + +She raised her gaze toward the distant sky, where enormous dragon silhouettes moved lazily through the clouds. "The Divine Realm is unimaginably vast. What you see here is merely a corner of it, a fragment that belongs to the Black Dragon Palace. Beyond this, there are second rate forces that command multiple star realms, each realm as big as our Verdant Sky Realm. Above them exist first rate forces whose influence stretches across regions so large that even traveling through them can take centuries, and their true power is something most cultivators will never even glimpse in their entire lives." + +Lady Virelia then looked back at Max, her expression turning more serious. "I know what your heart desires. I can see it in your eyes. You wish to step out into that vast Divine Realm, to challenge stronger beings, to explore places where even legends are born and erased. But that world is not kind to the weak, no matter how talented they are. Until you reach a certain level of strength, I cannot allow you to wander freely through the Divine Realm." + +She paused briefly, allowing her words to sink in. "This is not a restriction meant to bind you, but a protection meant to keep you alive. When your strength is sufficient, when you can truly stand on your own in the Divine Realm without relying on anyone’s shadow, then I will no longer stop you." + +Max listened in silence, his heart pounding slightly. He was still reeling from the realization that the Black Dragon Palace, a place that already felt incomprehensibly grand, was considered only a third rate force. + +The thought alone made his mind race. If this was third rate, then what kind of terrifying existence were second rate and first rate forces, and what lay beyond even them? + +For the first time since arriving in the Divine Realm, Max truly grasped how small his current position was, and at the same time, how endless the path ahead of him would be. + +’From how Freya warned me about the elves in the Divine Realm, they should be a first rate force here,’ Max thought as his fingers slowly clenched into a fist. The thought alone made his chest tighten. If even a third rate force like the Black Dragon Palace possessed such overwhelming might and scale, then a first rate force would be something that stood truly above heaven and earth. + +He finally understood how vast the gap was between his current strength and the power required to stand against such existences and rescue his parents. The path ahead of him was long, far longer than he had once imagined, and there would be no shortcuts. + +"Alright, let us head into the Black Dragon Palace," Lady Virelia said with a gentle smile as her figure lifted into the air, moving toward the colossal palace ahead. + +Max returned her smile. Although he could not naturally fly within the Divine Realm yet, that did not mean he lacked the means to follow. Black flames surged out from his body, dense and heavy, gathering behind his back before shaping themselves into a pair of dark wings. + +As the wings spread, a deep pressure rippled outward, and with a single powerful flap, Max was propelled into the air, the black flames leaving faint trails behind him as he shot forward. + +In only a few moments, Max had caught up to Lady Virelia, flying alongside her with ease. + +"Your bloodline is very unique," Lady Virelia said as she glanced at the black flames surrounding him, her eyes sharp as though they could pierce through flesh and soul alike. "Back in Obsidian Dragon City, I already sensed something unusual within you. At that time, however, you were too weak for me to fully perceive it. Now that you have reached the Divine Rank, the uniqueness of your bloodline has become very clear to me." + +Max felt a slight stir in his heart. "How is it different from other bloodlines?" he asked, his curiosity genuine. + +"It is like this," Lady Virelia began calmly. "The Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline is divided into four main types. The first is the normal bloodline, which most disciples of the Black Dragon Palace possess. It grants affinity with black flames, draconic strength, and a natural advantage in cultivation, but it is still considered common within our palace." + +She continued without pause. "Above that is the progenitor bloodline. This is a more powerful version of the normal bloodline and is usually bestowed upon extraordinary geniuses of the Black Dragon Palace. Those who possess it have far greater potential and a much higher ceiling than ordinary disciples." + +Lady Virelia’s tone grew more serious as she spoke further. "Then there are the Source Bloodline and the Imperial Bloodline. The Source Bloodline is often regarded as the strongest among the commonly acknowledged bloodlines of the Black Dragon Palace, but its true strength depends on the purity of the blood essence it carries. For example, someone from a mortal realm who awakens a Source Bloodline would usually possess less than ten percent of true Black Dragon blood essence." + +She glanced at Max meaningfully. "In contrast, those born in the Divine Realm with a Source Bloodline often possess more than ninety percent Black Dragon blood essence. This level of purity is rarely achieved through cultivation alone and is almost always inherited through birth. Because of this, the Source Bloodline is typically found only among the direct descendants of the seven main families." + +Max absorbed her words carefully before asking the question that had been lingering in his mind. "Then what about the Imperial Bloodline?" + +Lady Virelia slowed slightly in the air, her expression turning solemn as she looked at him. "The Imperial Bloodline is different," she said quietly. "It is not merely a stronger bloodline, but a symbol of absolute authority among dragon bloodlines. Those who possess it are acknowledged by the Black Dragon legacy itself. In the entire Black Dragon Palace, only a handful of individuals across countless generations have ever awakened it, and every single one of them became a figure capable of shaking the Divine Realm." + +Her gaze lingered on Max for a brief moment longer than necessary, as if she were measuring something deep within him, before she continued flying toward the heart of the Black Dragon Palace. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1375.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1375.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..904e67e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1375.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1368: Essence of Progenitor Bloodline" +slug: "ch-1375" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1375 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1170 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"However," Lady Virelia said as she slowed slightly, her expression turning contemplative. "From you, I do not sense any of these four bloodline types. It is as though your bloodline exists entirely outside this system. It feels like a fifth type, something completely unique, though at this point that is only my speculation." + +Max nodded quietly. He remembered clearly how that bloodline had been sealed inside a box for countless years within the Black Lotus Guild back in Acaris, treated as an object of mystery rather than power, until the moment someone tried to steal it and fate placed it in his hands instead. Thinking back on it now, he could not help but feel a strange chill run through him. + +"To think a bloodline sealed away in a box for years could be this mysterious," Max thought inwardly, his gaze sharpening with resolve. + +Not long after, they arrived at the Black Dragon Palace itself, descending near an ancient building whose walls were carved from dark stone infused with faintly glowing runes. The structure radiated age, authority, and a weight of history that pressed gently against Max’s senses. + +As he stepped onto the ground, he noticed numerous young men and women moving through the surrounding streets, each of them emanating powerful auras that made his instincts tighten. At a glance, Max felt that defeating any one of them would not be easy, and some of them gave him the faint sense of danger that only truly formidable opponents possessed. + +They soon entered the building, which resembled a grand administrative hall rather than a residence. The interior was simple yet dignified, with dark stone floors, subdued lighting, and an atmosphere that encouraged focus rather than extravagance. + +"Sit down," Lady Virelia said, gesturing toward a mat placed at the center of the room.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Max followed her instruction and took a seat on the mat, while Lady Virelia sat opposite him in a composed manner. + +"First of all," Lady Virelia said with a gentle smile, "you are now an official disciple of the Black Dragon Palace. More importantly, you have become my true disciple." + +As she spoke, she tossed a small token toward Max. He caught it instinctively and examined it closely. On one side, the words Thirty Third Hall were inscribed with elegant draconic script, while on the other side, his name, Max Morgan, was etched clearly. + +"You are now a disciple of the Thirty Third Hall of the Black Dragon Palace," Lady Virelia explained. "There are thirty six halls in total, and I am one of the two elders overseeing the Thirty Third Hall." + +"I see," Max said, nodding as he absorbed the information. + +"Before you go to report to the hall," Lady Virelia continued, her tone calm yet firm, "there is one more thing you must receive." + +She produced a small bottle filled with slowly swirling black flames and handed it to Max. + +"This is?" Max asked as he accepted it, feeling a faint warmth seep into his palm. + +"This is the essence of a progenitor level Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline," Lady Virelia replied. "You should refine this essence and integrate it into your bloodline." + +She looked at him steadily as she added, "If I can sense the abnormality in your bloodline, then other elder level figures can as well. Believe me, you do not want to stand out as someone possessing a completely unique bloodline unless you already have the strength to protect yourself. This essence will help mask that uniqueness while also strengthening your foundation." + +Max closed his fingers around the bottle, understanding the gravity behind her words. In the Divine Realm, talent without strength was not a blessing, but a curse waiting to be exploited. + +"Now refine the essence," Lady Virelia said calmly. "I will help you stabilize the reaction." + +Max nodded without hesitation. He uncorked the bottle, and the black flame essence slowly drifted out, hovering between his palms like a living thing. The flame was dense and profound, carrying an ancient draconic will that made the surrounding air grow heavy. + +Even before he began, Max could feel his bloodline stirring violently in response, as if it had sensed both danger and opportunity in equal measure. + +He brought his hands closer together and guided the black flame inward, allowing it to sink into his body through his palms. The moment it entered his bloodstream, an intense reaction erupted within him. + +His blood felt as though it had ignited, not with heat, but with a crushing pressure that surged through every vein. Black flames burst out from his pores in an uncontrolled manner, coiling around his body like wild serpents as his existing bloodline clashed fiercely with the incoming progenitor essence. + +Max clenched his teeth and focused, forcibly circulating the essence through his body. He did not try to suppress the reaction. Instead, he allowed his bloodline to devour and refine the essence naturally, layer by layer. + +Each circulation strengthened the flame, making it purer and heavier, yet also more stable. Still, the progenitor essence was too powerful, and the clash caused his heartbeat to grow erratic as his aura began to fluctuate dangerously. + +At that moment, Lady Virelia moved. She raised her hand and gently pressed her palm toward Max, releasing a stream of refined black dragon energy that enveloped him completely. Her power did not interfere directly with his bloodline. Instead, it acted like a regulating field, smoothing out the violent fluctuations and preventing the essence from overwhelming his body. + +Under her guidance, the raging black flames gradually lost their chaotic edge, becoming deeper in color and far more condensed. + +Max felt the pressure ease slightly, though the process remained intense. His bloodline began to change subtly, its core growing heavier and more profound, as if an ancient foundation had been reinforced. + +The progenitor essence did not replace what he already had. Instead, it fused seamlessly, forming a layered structure that masked the abnormal nature of his original bloodline while simultaneously strengthening it. + +Time passed without Max noticing. When the last wisp of the black flame essence was fully absorbed, the violent reaction finally subsided. The flames around his body withdrew and disappeared, leaving behind only a faint draconic aura that felt far more controlled than before. Max exhaled slowly, his breathing steadying as he opened his eyes. + +Lady Virelia lowered her hand and nodded in quiet approval. "It is done," she said. "Your bloodline has accepted the progenitor essence, and its outward nature is now properly concealed. At the same time, your foundation has grown stronger." + +Max stood up slowly, feeling the difference immediately. His blood felt heavier, calmer, and far more obedient, as if it now carried an ancient discipline within it. He bowed deeply toward Lady Virelia, fully aware that without her intervention, the refinement could have easily spiraled out of control. + +"Thank you, Master," Max said sincerely. + +Lady Virelia smiled faintly. "Hmm. There are a few things I would like you to do when you report yourself to the 33rd Hall." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1376.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1376.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa58fa1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1376.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1369: Cultivation Realms of the Divine Realm" +slug: "ch-1376" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1376 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1189 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What is it?" Max asked, his expression serious as he sensed that what Lady Virelia was about to say would define his path in the Divine Realm. + +"First of all, you must reach the Rebirth Realm as fast as possible," Lady Virelia said solemnly, her tone carrying undeniable authority. "In the Divine Realm, Rebirth Realm is merely the starting point. Below that, one is not even considered a true cultivator in the eyes of the Black Dragon Palace. Divine Rank disciples are not viewed as assets here. They are treated as servant disciples, tasked with errands, labor, and auxiliary duties for outer disciples. Their status is closer to tools than cultivators." + +She looked at Max directly as she continued. "I granted you the status of an outer disciple only because your combat power is far beyond what your cultivation realm suggests. However, this exception does not change reality. If your cultivation does not reach the Rebirth Realm, your position will always be unstable. Strength decides everything in the Divine Realm, and realms are the first measure of that strength." + +Max nodded slowly, fully understanding the weight behind her words. After a brief pause, he voiced the doubt that had been lingering in his mind. "Master, what are the cultivation realms of the Divine Realm exactly? And how do cultivators here refine Divine Essence? Do they still rely on monster cores like in the mortal realms?" + +"There are ten major cultivation realms in the Divine Realm," Lady Virelia replied, her voice steady and clear. "After Divine Rank comes the Rebirth Realm, which marks the true transformation of a cultivator. Beyond that is the Law Awakening Realm, where one begins to truly comprehend the laws of the universe. Next is the Law Refinement Realm, where those laws are tempered and strengthened within the body and soul. After that comes the Law Manifestation Realm, where one’s laws can directly manifest in reality and influence the world itself." + +She paused briefly before continuing. "All of these realms are considered attainable stages for disciples of great forces. Beyond them lies the Divine Lord Realm, which is the realm I am currently in. Above Divine Lord is the Divine King Realm. Only cultivators at that level are qualified to establish a third rate force in the Divine Realm and carve out territory of their own."𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Lady Virelia’s gaze sharpened slightly. "There are four more realms beyond the Divine King Realm, but those are far beyond your current scope. Even speaking of them now would be meaningless. If you wish to travel freely and explore the Divine Realm without constantly courting death, you must at least reach the Law Manifestation Realm. Anything below that will only limit you and place you in danger." + +She concluded calmly, "Law Manifestation Realm is where the peak geniuses of the Divine Realm currently stand. Only those at that level can truly be called elites." + +"I see," Max said quietly as he absorbed every word. Ten cultivation realms. Divine Rank, which once felt like the peak of existence, was nothing more than the bottom rung here. + +At that moment, Max finally understood how insignificant his current strength truly was in the vast Divine Realm, and at the same time, how long and brutal the road ahead of him would be. + +"As for cultivating in the Divine Realm, it is actually far easier than in the mortal realms," Lady Virelia said calmly, her tone carrying the confidence of someone who had long since mastered this path. "In the mortal realms, cultivation is restricted by the world itself. Pure mana cannot exist freely and is instead trapped within beast cores, natural treasures, or extremely rare locations. Because of these restrictions, cultivators are forced to hunt beasts or rely on limited resources just to advance." + +She raised her hand slightly, and Max could clearly feel the dense Divine Essence flowing invisibly through the air around them. "The Divine Realm has no such limitations. Divine Essence exists everywhere, saturating the air, the land, and even space itself. You do not need to search for it. It surrounds you at all times. What you truly need is a cultivation technique refined enough to draw it in, refine it, and harmonize it with your body and soul. Without such a technique, even standing in the heart of the Divine Realm would not allow you to cultivate efficiently." + +Lady Virelia continued with a measured expression. "Naturally, the Divine Realm also possesses countless external resources. Divine Stones, essence crystals, bloodline relics, and various treasures can all accelerate cultivation. However, these are supplementary tools. They are not the foundation. Unlike mana, which could be absorbed directly through beast cores in the mortal realms, Divine Essence is far more refined and far more resistant. Absorbing it without guidance is slow and dangerous, which is why cultivation techniques play such a crucial role here. They act as bridges, allowing the body to accept Divine Essence without being torn apart by it." + +She finally concluded, her gaze steady and reassuring. "As for techniques, inheritances, and the true cultivation methods of the Black Dragon Palace, you will learn all of that when you formally report to the Thirty Third Hall." + +Max nodded solemnly. From her, he at least understood that cultivation in Divine Realm works much more differently than it was in mortal realms at least for Acaris. + +"Now go and report yourself to the Thirty Third Hall," Lady Virelia said in a calm yet authoritative voice. "A disciple is waiting for you outside the door. He will guide you to the hall and help you settle in." + +Max rose to his feet and bowed deeply, his posture respectful and sincere. "Thank you, Master, for the guidance and lessons just now. I will not forget them." + +"Mm," Lady Virelia replied with a gentle smile, giving a small nod. "Go on." + +Max straightened himself and turned toward the exit. As he walked out of the room, the heavy doors closed behind him, leaving Lady Virelia alone within the quiet hall. The faint hum of Divine Essence filled the space once more, and her gaze lingered on the spot where Max had been sitting only moments ago. + +"Your potential in Obsidian Dragon City was the greatest I have ever seen," she murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of contemplation. "But the Black Dragon Palace is not the mortal world. Here, geniuses are as common as clouds, and talent alone is never enough." + +Her eyes narrowed slightly as she continued, "Will that potential be enough to shine brightly in a place like this, or will you be buried beneath the weight of tens of thousands of disciples who are all struggling for the same recognition and resources? Will you fade quietly into obscurity, or will you rise against the storm and shake the entire Black Dragon Palace?" + +A faint smile curved her lips as her thoughts settled. "I cannot wait to see the answer." + +Outside the hall, Max stepped forward, unaware of the expectations now placed upon him, yet carrying within him the resolve to carve his own path through the vast and merciless Divine Realm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1377.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1377.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bc29f80 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1377.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1370: Four Tiers of Disciples" +slug: "ch-1377" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1377 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1125 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max stepped out of the room, he immediately noticed a young man standing nearby, appearing to be in his early thirties, dressed in simple yet refined robes that carried the subtle dignity unique to disciples of the Black Dragon Palace. + +"You must be Junior Brother Max," the young man said with a friendly smile as he extended his hand. "I am Carl Grims." + +"Senior Brother Carl, it is nice to meet you," Max replied with a smile as he shook Carl’s hand. The moment their palms met, Max felt a faint but unmistakable sense of danger, a quiet pressure that made his instincts stir. Just like many of the people he had encountered since arriving in the Divine Realm, he could not see through Carl’s cultivation at all. However, unlike others, Carl’s presence carried a restrained sharpness that made Max certain his strength was well beyond the sixth level of the Rebirth Realm. + +"Junior Brother, I have heard quite a lot about you," Carl said as he turned and began walking, motioning for Max to follow him toward the Thirty Third Hall. "You ascended as a mortal, yet you defeated the Grim Gladiator while still at the sixth level of Divine Rank. Because of that, your name spread faster than wildfire, reaching even the seven main families of the Black Dragon Palace." + +He continued calmly, "In fact, there was a discussion among them regarding who would recruit you. Two families stood at the forefront, our Grims Family and the Heron Family. In the end, you were brought under the Grims Family’s banner." + +Max nodded lightly as he listened. He already knew that regardless of the outcome, he would never have chosen to join any family other than the Grims Family, especially after what had transpired in the Divine Colosseum. + +"Senior Brother Carl," Max asked after a moment of thought, "can you tell me more about the Thirty Six Halls of the Black Dragon Palace?" + +Carl glanced at him with a faint smile and nodded. "The Black Dragon Palace is divided into Thirty Six Halls, and all disciples are classified into four tiers across these halls. The first tier is outer disciples, whose cultivation is within the Rebirth Realm. They form the foundation of the palace, but their access to resources is quite limited." + +He continued steadily, "Above them are the inner disciples, who have reached the Law Awakening Realm. Inner disciples are granted more privileges and are considered valuable assets, but they are still far from the core of the palace. After that come the core disciples, whose cultivation has entered the Law Refinement Realm. From this tier onward, a disciple truly begins to enjoy the real resources, inheritances, and protection of the Black Dragon Palace." + +Carl’s expression grew more serious as he concluded, "At the very top are the true disciples, cultivators at the Law Manifestation Realm. They are the strongest geniuses nurtured by the palace and are treated almost like future pillars. From what I know, the Black Dragon Palace has fewer than one hundred true disciples in total. They are incredibly rare, and every single one of them is a figure capable of shaking their generation." + +As Max listened, he silently absorbed every word. The structure of the Black Dragon Palace was far more rigid and competitive than he had imagined, and it made one thing very clear. In this place, strength was not just important. It was everything. + +As they continued talking, the massive outline of the Thirty Third Hall gradually came into view. It was nothing like what Max had imagined. Instead of a single building or a simple hall, the Thirty Third Hall resembled an ancient city unto itself, sprawling across a vast area. + +Stone structures with deep black and dark bronze hues stood alongside more advanced constructions that pulsed faintly with Divine Essence. Wide streets connected towering halls, training grounds, libraries, and residences, creating a strange harmony between something ancient and something unmistakably advanced. + +To Max, it felt like a city that had evolved over countless eras, never abandoning its roots while constantly absorbing new elements of the Divine Realm. + +Carl led Max deeper into the Thirty Third Hall, heading toward the place where new disciples officially reported and received their status. As they walked, Max could feel the dense Divine Essence growing more refined, as though the very ground beneath his feet had been tempered by generations of powerful cultivators. + +On the way, a small group of disciples approached them. There were four in total, two women and two men, all dressed in the standard robes of the Thirty Third Hall. One of the women stepped forward, her gaze sharp and confident. + +"Carl, what are you doing here?" she asked. Her name was Laura, and her voice carried a calm authority that suggested she was not an ordinary outer disciple. + +Max observed the group carefully. Just like Carl, he could not see through the cultivation of any of them. However, unlike the others, Laura gave him the same subtle sense of danger that Carl did, a restrained pressure that hinted at great strength hidden beneath composure. The other three felt ordinary in comparison, at least to Max’s instincts. + +"This is a new disciple, Max," Carl said as he introduced him. "I am taking him to report to the Thirty Third Hall." + +"Is he your servant?" one of the men asked bluntly. His name was George, and his tone carried a trace of mockery. + +"With that level of strength, he must be a servant," another man, Sam, added with a laugh, clearly unconvinced that Max could be anything more. + +Laura, however, did not join in their amusement. Her expression turned serious as the name Max settled in her mind. She had heard that name before, whispered across ascension planets and discussed in hushed tones. The mortal who had defeated the Grim Gladiator. The realization made her look at Max anew, her gaze sharper and more focused. + +"Let us go," Laura said after a brief pause, her interest clearly piqued. "I will accompany you to the Reporting Hall, Carl." + +Carl nodded, accepting her offer without hesitation, and the three of them resumed walking toward their destination. Behind them, George and Sam exchanged glances, their curiosity now outweighing their earlier disdain. After a moment of hesitation, they followed as well, eager to see what kind of disciple this Max truly was. + +As they moved deeper into the Thirty Third Hall, Max could feel it more clearly than ever. This place was not just a hall within the Black Dragon Palace. It was a battlefield of ambitions, where countless talents gathered, each striving to rise above the rest, and where only those strong enough would ever leave a lasting mark. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1378.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1378.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1954d1f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1378.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1371: Treasure Hall" +slug: "ch-1378" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1378 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1170 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon, they arrived at the Reporting Hall of the Thirty Third Hall. The building stood solemnly at the heart of the district, its dark stone walls etched with ancient draconic runes that glowed faintly, giving off an air of authority and order. Disciples entered and exited quietly, their expressions serious, as if even raising their voices here would be considered disrespectful. + +"Go and report yourself," Carl said calmly, stopping at the entrance and gesturing for Max to proceed. + +Max nodded and stepped inside. The interior was far simpler than he expected, yet it carried a weight that made him straighten his posture unconsciously. A long counter stretched across the hall, behind which several deacons sat, processing disciples one after another. + +A short line had already formed, and Max joined it without drawing attention to himself. The disciples ahead of him were mostly young, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, as though this single step would define their standing within the Thirty Third Hall. + +Only a few minutes passed before Max reached the front. + +"Next," the deacon behind the counter said in a flat, professional tone. + +Max stepped forward and handed over his token. The deacon took it, his fingers brushing lightly across its surface as he examined the markings. + +For a brief moment, his brows furrowed, and he lifted his gaze to study Max more carefully, as if checking whether he had misread something or whether the person standing before him truly matched the token in his hand. The silence stretched for a heartbeat longer than usual, drawing a few curious glances from nearby disciples. + +Finally, the deacon did something to the token, imprinting additional information onto it with a faint flash of light, before handing it back. "Here," he said evenly. "You may proceed to the Treasure Hall and select three items." + +Max accepted the token and inclined his head slightly before turning and walking away from the counter. + +As his figure disappeared from view, the deacon let out a quiet breath. "A disciple at the sixth level of Divine Rank, yet carrying this level of privilege," he muttered under his breath. "This one has some serious backing." + +Outside, Max returned to where Carl and the others were waiting. + +"How did it go?" Carl asked, his tone calm though his eyes were attentive. + +Max smiled faintly and raised his token. "I am registered as an outer disciple." + +"What?" Sam blurted out, his eyes widening in disbelief. + +George stared at the token as well, his expression stiff. "That makes no sense. He is only at the sixth level of Divine Rank."𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +Their reactions were sharp and immediate, unable to reconcile what they had just heard. Only Carl and Laura remained composed. Carl understood all too well that Max’s status had little to do with his cultivation realm and everything to do with who stood behind him, while Laura’s gaze toward Max grew even more thoughtful. + +"I was also told to pick up three items from the Treasure Hall," Max added casually, as if it were an afterthought. + +"What?" This time, even Laura could not hide her shock. + +In the Thirty Third Hall, even seasoned outer disciples had to earn the right to select a single item from the Treasure Hall through merit or contribution. Being granted the privilege to choose three items upon joining as an outer disciple was something unheard of, something that had never happened within the hall’s history. + +In that moment, it became painfully clear to everyone present that Max Morgan was not entering the Thirty Third Hall as an ordinary disciple, but as someone who had some good backing. + +"Let us head to the Treasure Hall then," Carl said with a smile as he turned and began leading Max forward. Truthfully, he was not surprised by the privileges Max had received. + +Anyone personally recommended by Lady Virelia, or more precisely Elder Virelia, was bound to receive exceptional treatment. That was simply how things worked within the Black Dragon Palace, where one’s backing often spoke louder than cultivation realm. + +If Carl had known that Max was not merely recommended by Lady Virelia but was in fact her true disciple, then everything that had happened so far would have made even more sense to him. + +The rest of the group followed behind Carl and Max. Laura, in particular, had grown increasingly curious about Max, and she walked with a thoughtful expression, her gaze occasionally drifting toward him as if trying to see through the layers that hid his true depth. + +Her close friend let out a quiet sigh before following after her, clearly accustomed to Laura’s instincts when something unusual appeared. George and Sam also trailed behind, though their earlier confidence had faded, replaced by unease and curiosity they did not bother hiding. + +Before long, the group arrived at the Treasure Hall. From Max’s perspective, calling it a hall felt inaccurate. What stood before him was a towering structure that rose high into the air, its dark exterior reinforced with layers of ancient materials and formations that pulsed faintly with Divine Essence. + +It looked far more like a massive tower than a hall, and Max could not help but wonder why it was not simply called the Treasure Tower. + +They entered the structure, and the interior revealed itself to be vast and quiet. A few disciples moved about within, but the place was largely empty, giving it an austere and almost oppressive atmosphere. + +Rows of sealed chambers lined the walls, each one radiating a different aura, some subtle and others sharp enough to make Max’s instincts stir. + +"Who needs a treasure?" a rough voice suddenly barked. + +An elderly man with a perpetually angry expression appeared before them, his brows drawn together as if the entire world had personally offended him. He looked like someone who was irritated by existence itself. + +"Elder Soren," Carl said respectfully, inclining his head. "This is Max. He has been authorized to select treasures." + +Elder Soren looked Max over several times, his sharp gaze lingering longer than necessary. "A cultivator at the sixth level of Divine Rank, practically a mortal by Divine Realm standards, and yet he is allowed into the Treasure Hall," he said with a low snort. "Interesting. Very interesting. Show me your identity token, boy." + +Max nodded and handed over his token without hesitation. + +The moment Elder Soren saw it, his eyes narrowed sharply. He recognized the mark instantly. + +’Lady Virelia’s personal sign?’ His expression did not change outwardly, but inwardly his thoughts raced. ’So this disciple is under her protection. That explains everything. Only someone under her care would be granted such privileges without question.’ + +"Come with me," Elder Soren said curtly as he turned and began walking deeper into the Treasure Hall. + +Max followed him, while Carl and the others trailed behind in silence. As they moved further inside, the auras around them grew denser and more profound, and Max could feel that whatever awaited him deeper within this place would not be ordinary by any means. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1379.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1379.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5400568 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1379.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1372: Trial of the Weapons!" +slug: "ch-1379" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1379 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Elder Soren led Max and the others deeper into the Treasure Hall, his voice echoed steadily through the vast interior. "According to your token, you are permitted to take three items from this place. One weapon, one cultivation art, and one battle art," he said without looking back, as though reciting something he had memorized long ago. + +He continued in a measured tone, "For your understanding, all weapons and techniques in the Black Dragon Palace are categorized into three major tiers. These are Saint Tier, Divine Tier, and Immortal Tier. Each tier is further divided into low, middle, and high grades. For example, a Saint Tier weapon of middle quality would be referred to as a Middle Saint Tier weapon. The same standard applies to cultivation arts and battle arts." + +Max listened carefully, committing every word to memory. After a moment, he asked, "What tier of weapons and techniques am I allowed to choose?" + +Elder Soren finally glanced at him and allowed a faint smile to appear. "That depends entirely on you." + +"On me?" Max repeated softly, his curiosity deepening as he tried to grasp the meaning behind those words. + +They soon arrived at an enormous hall that dwarfed even the outer chambers of the Treasure Hall. The moment Max stepped inside, his breath unconsciously slowed. The space before him felt sacred and heavy, as though countless years of accumulated power were resting quietly within its walls. The hall was divided into two vast sections. + +On one side, thousands of weapons floated silently in the air, each one suspended by invisible forces, radiating its own unique aura. Swords, spears, sabers, halberds, and countless other weapons hovered there, some calm and restrained, others sharp and domineering, their presence alone enough to make weaker cultivators feel pressured. + +On the opposite side, countless small books were sealed within translucent blue cubes of light. Each cube pulsed gently, protecting the contents inside while also allowing a faint aura to leak out. The air around that section felt different, more profound, as if each book contained not just words, but the crystallization of someone’s lifetime of comprehension and struggle. + +"There are different methods to acquire weapons and techniques here," Elder Soren said as he stopped at the center of the hall and turned to face Max, his eyes gleaming with faint interest. + +He then looked at Max directly and asked, "So tell me, what do you want to choose first?" + +"I want a weapon first," Max said with a faint smile. During his battle against Mark, his evil sword had been pushed dangerously close to its limit, especially at the moment he had drawn upon even a trace of his Cosmic Path. + +He knew very well that continuing forward in the Divine Realm with a weapon from the mortal world would only hold him back. + +’From what I can tell that sword should be low saint tier weapon.’ Max thought calmly. + +"Go ahead and choose whatever weapon you desire," Elder Soren said with a rare smile as he gestured toward the weapon section of the hall. + +Thousands of weapons floated silently in the air before Max, each one radiating its own presence. Swords, spears, sabers, and countless exotic weapons filled the space like a suspended ocean of steel and divine materials. + +Max quickly noticed that the truly powerful ones were not close to the ground. The higher a weapon floated, the heavier and more oppressive its aura became, as though the air itself struggled to support their presence. + +"Junior Brother Max, the higher a weapon floats, the more powerful it is," Carl explained quietly from behind. "But whether you can obtain it depends entirely on you. If you can hold onto the weapon, then it becomes yours." + +"It is that simple?" Max asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. + +Laura let out a soft chuckle before answering. "It is not as simple as it sounds. Why do you not step beneath the weapons and see for yourself?" + +Max nodded and walked forward until he stood directly beneath the floating weapons. The moment his foot touched the ground within that zone, an overwhelming pressure descended upon him. It was invisible, yet crushing, as though an enormous weight had suddenly been placed upon his shoulders. + +The air grew thick, and even breathing felt heavier. Max instantly understood that this was the true trial. The weapons were not simply floating freely. They were testing those who dared to approach them. + +Feeling the pressure settle into his body, Max remained calm and adjusted his stance. "Elder Soren," he asked evenly, "how many chances do I have here?" + +"You have only one," Elder Soren replied with a smile that carried a hint of anticipation. "You may attempt to claim any weapon you wish, but you will only be given a single opportunity. Whatever you manage to hold in your hand will be yours." + +Max nodded, then asked another question with a relaxed smile. "And I can take any weapon in this hall, regardless of its tier, as long as I can hold it?" + +"Of course," Elder Soren answered without hesitation. "That is the purpose of the weapon trial. Strength, will, and compatibility decide everything." + +Max lifted his head and looked upward. His gaze did not wander for long. From the moment he stepped into the hall, his attention had been drawn to a single sword at the very top. It shone with a brilliant golden luminance, its radiance standing apart from all the others. + +The sword floated higher than any other weapon, nearly touching the ceiling itself, and the aura it emitted was so dense that the surrounding space seemed subtly distorted. + +Max felt it immediately. This sword was not ordinary. It carried a presence that resonated deeply with him, as though it were waiting for someone rather than simply resting there. Since he had been given the freedom to choose any weapon as long as he could claim it, there was no reason to settle for anything less than the best the Treasure Hall had to offer. + +With his eyes fixed firmly on the golden sword above, Max took a slow breath and prepared himself to reach for it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-138.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-138.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..34ab2a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-138.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 138: A Glimpse of True Power" +slug: "ch-138" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 138 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1316 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +One observer shook their head in disbelief. "Nathan is one of the fastest fighters among the geniuses. How is Max keeping up with him, let alone blocking every attack so easily?" + +A faint smile tugged at the corner of Max’s lips as he deflected another strike, his voice calm and steady. "Speed alone isn’t enough. Predictability is your downfall." + +"You!" Nathan raged, his frustration evident as he continued his relentless attacks, hoping to wear Max down. + +The top geniuses outside were shocked to see Max’s battle prowess. + +"How is he doing this? What is this strength? I refuse to believe this is someone at Level 4 of the Apprentice Rank!" Evlin’s voice cracked with disbelief, her usually calm demeanor shattered by the sheer impossibility of the scene before her. Her eyes trembled as she watched Max dominate the battlefield, defying all logic. + +Tom, standing beside her, wore a grim expression, his arms crossed tightly. "Looks like he’s everything you all claimed him to be—and more," he muttered darkly, his tone laced with both awe and unease. "Formidable," he added, glancing toward Sam and Dean. + +Hearing his comment, Sam and Dean exchanged knowing smiles, their confidence in Max unwavering. But neither spoke a word, letting the spectacle speak for itself. + +It was Princess Aveline who broke the silence, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "You’re all missing something crucial here." Her gaze remained fixed on Max, her expression unnervingly solemn. + +Tom and Evlin turned to her, confused by the weight in her words. "What do you mean?" Tom asked cautiously, furrowing his brow. + +Princess Aveline’s eyes narrowed as she gestured toward Max. "Have you noticed? Despite everything he’s doing, he hasn’t used his aura yet." + +Those words struck like thunder. A cold shiver ran down Tom’s spine, and Evlin’s face went pale. The realization dawned on them like a hammer to the chest. + +"What?" Evlin whispered, her wide eyes snapping back to Max. She focused intently, replaying every move, every strike he had made. Sure enough, no trace of aura enveloped his body. No elemental force. No amplification of his attacks. Nothing. + +"He’s... he’s holding back?" Tom stammered, unable to comprehend the depths of Max’s capabilities. + +Aveline nodded grimly. "He’s not just strong—he’s terrifying. If he can fight like this without even tapping into his aura, what happens when he does?" Her tone carried a weight of inevitability, as if she knew the answer but dreaded seeing it unfold. + +For a moment, no one spoke, the implications of Aveline’s words settling heavily over them. If this was Max’s restrained state, the thought of him unleashing his full power was almost too overwhelming to fathom. + +--- + +"I think this is enough," Max said, releasing his Flame Aura. + +Almost instantly, a wave of pressure surged from him, blasting Nathan straight to the edge of the dome. His back collided with it. + +"Impossible!" Nathan roared, feeling the pressure from Max. His eyes widened, refusing to believe what was happening. + +"This is just a glimpse of my true power," Max said, walking closer to Nathan, who, with each step of Max, found himself trapped under an invisible cage. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even speak. + +Leaning down over Nathan, Max said calmly, "You lot aren’t my opponents, nor do I intend to fight you all. So stop bothering me, or next time I won’t show this much forgiveness." With that, he flicked Nathan on his forehead, sending him crashing into the wall of the dome once more, this time fainting. + +With that, the dome lost its effect, and Max walked over to Princess Aveline. "Can I have the technique now?" he asked. + +Princess Aveline tossed it to him. "Remember, you can only record the contents, not take it for yourself," she said with her usual proud tone. + +Max glanced at her, smiling. "Why would I do that when I just need the technique?" he asked, shaking his head as he tapped on his holowatch, which released a blue ball of light into the air. + +Max opened each of the books, facing the holowatch, making sure it scanned all the pages neatly. "Good. You can have it now." With that, Max returned the technique to her. + +"Also," Max turned to each of the geniuses present. "I want nothing from you all, so don’t bother me from now on." With those words, he slowly moved toward the chunk of lightning-element rock. + +Max wanted to take his mastery over the Aura of Lightning to the peak of Level 1, just like his Sword and Flame Auras. Stay updated with freewebnovel + +He had made a remarkable discovery about auras as he delved deeper into their mysteries. He realized that even Level 1 Auras contained hidden stages, layers of complexity that weren’t immediately apparent upon initial comprehension. + +In the beginning, when he first mastered the Flame and Sword Auras, he couldn’t fully utilize their potential. + +He couldn’t overwhelm others with his aura, nor could he direct the intent emanating from it with precision. His control was limited, clumsy at best. + +In simple terms, the auras he had comprehended back then were like seeds—barely sprouting, immature, and far from their true strength. + +But as time passed and his mastery grew, so did his control. Slowly and steadily, he nurtured those fledgling auras, refining their power until they reached the peak of Level 1. At that level, his Flame and Sword Auras transformed into formidable forces, capable of overwhelming opponents and exerting dominance with their sheer presence alone. + +Now, his attention had shifted to the Lightning Aura. + +Max’s progress with the Flame and Sword Auras had been painstakingly slow, requiring endless effort and perseverance. + +However, this time, he had an advantage—a unique resource that could accelerate his mastery of the Lightning Aura. He believed he should be able to take his Lightning Aura to the level of his Flame Aura and Sword Aura. + +’Only then will I ascend to the second floor,’ Max mused as he entered the region of the Lightning Aura chunk. + +Upon entering the region of lightning aura, he immediately felt a separate space around a certain area of the chunk of lightning. Looking behind, he could see others talking, but he couldn’t hear them. ’A separate space for comprehending? Sweet!’ Max mused as he reached the center of the region, where he could sense the lightning aura at its best and sat down. + +The lightning aura coming from the chunk of long stone was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was similar to auras contained in the monolith but purer. Previously, he had nothing to base his Flame and Sword Auras on, but now, it was a different story for lightning. + +’I will only get up after I’ve comprehended the Lightning Aura to the peak of Level 1,’ Max decided as he entered a state of meditation, focusing on comprehending the Aura of Lightning in the chunk of rock. + +--- + +On the other hand, the top geniuses were reeling from what Max had shown them. + +"That—that was peak-stage Level 1 Aura of Flame, only a step away from Level 2," Evlin muttered, her breath uneven. + +"Indeed, a peak Level 1 Flame Aura," Princess Aveline said, her tone solemn. "Who would have thought the East Region would give birth to such a genius…" Her face was calm, but her thoughts were unknown. + +Nathan reached them at that moment his face blank. + +"You’re not injured, right?" Tom asked, glancing at Nathan. + +Nathan nodded slightly, his fists clenched tightly. "He said we aren’t his opponents." His words hung in the air, drawing everyone’s attention. + +Princess Aveline frowned, her gaze distant. "Adept Rank geniuses are his goal. For him, we are nothing, he’s set his sights on something much farther ahead of us, something far beyond us." + +Evlin, Nathan, and Tom remained silent, their faces solemn. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1380.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1380.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dbc71f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1380.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1373: A Sword with a Will" +slug: "ch-1380" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1380 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1462 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Alright, I will do it," Max said as he took a deep breath, his expression calm yet focused. + +Everyone watching him grew increasingly curious about what tier of weapon he would ultimately obtain. Carl and Laura, in particular, watched him closely. They were not ordinary outer disciples but among the top figures of their level, and precisely because of that, they understood how extraordinary this opportunity was. + +Even they had never been granted the privilege to freely select three items from the Treasure Hall upon joining. Everything they possessed had been earned through years of contribution, missions, and competition, while Max had been handed this chance the moment he stepped into the Thirty Third Hall. + +’From what I can tell, the higher I go, the greater the pressure will be,’ Max thought as he slowly adjusted his stance, bending his knees slightly. ’And once I am in the air, there will be no second jump. Everything will be decided in that first leap.’ + +The moment his thoughts settled, Max moved. + +He activated all twelve hundred Draconic Essences within his body at once. A deep, rumbling power surged through his veins, and in the next instant, black dragon scales erupted across his skin, overlapping neatly as his Dragon Scales Transformation took form. The air around him trembled faintly, and a visible ripple spread outward, causing several nearby disciples to subconsciously take a step back. + +Yet Max did not stop there. + +’Vein of Origin, full release,’ he thought silently as he unleashed the complete power of his first Divine Vein. + +Boom. + +A violent shockwave exploded from beneath his feet, cracking the ground slightly as his figure shot upward like a cannonball. The pressure within the weapon zone intensified dramatically, but Max tore through it with sheer force, his body cutting through the dense air as though it were nothing more than resistance to be broken. + +He passed the first layer of weapons in an instant. + +Then the second. + +The third. + +By the time he crossed the fourth and fifth layers, the expressions of those watching had already changed completely. + +"He is too fast," Carl muttered under his breath, disbelief flickering across his usually composed face. + +Laura nodded slowly beside him, her eyes fixed on Max’s rising figure. She had never seen anyone breach the first five layers with such ease. For most disciples, even reaching the third layer required immense effort and preparation, and yet Max had flown past half the weapon tiers as if they did not exist at all. + +Just then, Max’s figure surged past the sixth layer and pierced straight through the seventh, his ascent showing no sign of stopping. In the blink of an eye, he was already closing in on the space above it, where the pressure visibly thickened and the surrounding weapons trembled faintly under the strain of his passage. + +At that moment, Elder Soren’s expression finally changed. The habitual scowl he always wore faded, replaced by genuine seriousness. "At this pace," he said slowly, his eyes locked onto Max’s rising figure, "he might actually reach the ninth layer." + +Those words sent a visible shock through Carl and Laura. + +No disciple in the entire history of the Black Dragon Palace had ever reached the ninth layer of the Treasure Hall. Not outer disciples, not inner disciples, and not even core disciples. Because of that, the sword floating at the very top had remained untouched for years, existing more as a symbol than a true option. + +And now, a newly joined disciple, one who had not even stepped into the Rebirth Realm yet, was showing signs of challenging that long standing impossibility. + +The very thought made their hearts pound. + +Max’s figure broke through the seventh layer at last, but the moment he did, the pressure descended upon him like a collapsing mountain. His upward speed dropped sharply, his body groaning under the sudden increase in resistance. + +The air felt as though it had solidified around him, trying to crush him back down, yet the momentum he had built was still enough. With gritted teeth and unwavering focus, Max forced his way into the eighth layer. + +The instant he crossed it, the pressure reached an entirely different level. + +It was no longer just heavy. It was suffocating. Every inch of his body felt compressed, his ascent slowing until it nearly stopped altogether. For a brief moment, it looked as though Max would stall there, suspended between ascent and failure. + +"One final push is all I need," Max muttered through clenched teeth. + +Black flames roared brighter behind his back, shaping into more defined wings thane ever. With a powerful flap, he forced himself upward once more, tearing through the invisible restraint that sought to hold him in place. Inch by inch, he advanced, until at last, his body broke into the ninth layer. + +The golden sword was now within arm’s reach. + +Its radiance was overwhelming up close, a brilliant yet solemn light that felt ancient and sovereign. The pressure here was absolute, far greater than anything Max had experienced before, but he did not hesitate. He extended his hand, fingers stretching toward the hilt. + +Just as his fingertips were about to close around it, the sword shifted ever so slightly. + +Max’s hand grasped empty air. + +His eyes widened. "It has its own consciousness?" The realization struck him instantly. + +Before the pressure could force him back, Max flapped his wings again, forcing his body a little closer. He reached out once more, determination burning in his gaze. Yet the sword reacted again, drifting away with deliberate intent, as though testing him, evaluating whether he was truly worthy of claiming it. + +Below, silence had completely overtaken the Treasure Hall. No one spoke. No one even breathed loudly. + +All eyes were fixed on the lone figure challenging a weapon that had rejected every cultivator before him. + +"You do not want me?" Max frowned at first, but as the thought settled, a sudden clarity washed over him and his expression slowly calmed. He stopped forcing his ascent and instead released the full power of his fifth level concept of the Severing Sword. + +In that instant, a sharp and formless intent swept through the Treasure Hall like a silent storm, causing the air itself to quiver as though it had been cut apart and stitched back together. Even the weapons in the lower layers trembled faintly, reacting to that absolute intent which sought not destruction alone, but separation at the most fundamental level. + +"How long will you remain here in this Treasure Hall, rusting?" Max asked steadily, his voice carrying upward without effort. "Buried among countless weapons, admired yet unused, waiting for someone unworthy to take you away. Do you not wish to cut through anything you desire, to cut through fate and causality, to cut through the very laws that bind this world?" + +He moved a little closer in the air, his eyes unwavering, his will sharp enough to pierce reality itself. "Become mine, and I will allow you to cut through anything. I will carry you into endless battles and temper you with blood, resolve, and defiance. Together, we will carve a path so sharp that even Heaven will hesitate before standing in our way." + +The golden sword shuddered violently. Its radiance fluctuated as though it were breathing for the first time in countless years. The aura of Max’s fifth level Severing Sword concept washed over it like an invisible tide, not forceful, yet irresistible, resonating perfectly with the sword’s own nature. + +The sword no longer retreated. Instead, it hovered in place, trembling as if struggling with a decision that would define its existence. + +Max’s lips curved into a faint smile as he spoke his final words, his tone quiet yet absolute. "Come. We will not merely cut through enemies. We will sever fate, shatter laws, and carve open a path where your name alone will make all enemies tremble the moment it is spoken." + +That was the final push. + +The sword trembled even more violently, its golden light flaring once before it suddenly shot forward like a beam of dawn, closing the distance in an instant. Max did not dodge or brace himself. He simply extended his hand. + +His fingers closed around the hilt. + +The moment he grasped the sword, all the crushing pressure that had weighed upon him vanished completely, as if it had never existed. The oppressive force of the ninth layer dispersed like mist under sunlight. The black flames around his body settled, his wings retracting calmly as his figure began to descend. + +With the golden sword held firmly in his grasp, Max slowly returned to the ground, leaving behind a Treasure Hall filled with stunned silence and the unmistakable sense that something long dormant had finally chosen its master. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1381.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1381.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c56414b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1381.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1374: Legacy of the Sword Sovereign" +slug: "ch-1381" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1381 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The sword continued to tremble in Max’s grasp as his feet touched the floor of the Treasure Pavilion, its golden blade releasing a fierce and domineering sword aura that felt alive. The aura spread outward in waves, sharp and resolute, carrying an ancient will that refused to be subdued. + +The moment it surged forth, every other weapon within the pavilion reacted as though facing a natural predator. Blades rattled, spears quivered, and even sealed weapons hidden deeper within the hall resonated faintly in response. + +The few disciples present instinctively took a step back, their expressions tightening as the pressure washed over them, while even Elder Soren felt his breath grow heavier under the weight of that presence.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Only Max truly understood what that trembling meant. + +"Golden Battle Sword, Dragonheart," Max muttered softly, his voice calm yet filled with certainty. The sword was not merely reacting. It was speaking to him in the only language it knew, revealing its name through its fierce aura and unwavering intent. Dragonheart. A name that carried pride, defiance, and the echo of countless battles fought against overwhelming odds. + +"This sword..." Elder Soren whispered, his composure finally breaking. Shock filled his eyes as he stared at the blade in Max’s hand. In his thousands of years of guarding the Treasure Pavilion, he had never believed that anyone, let alone a newly joined disciple, would be able to claim the weapon resting at the peak of the ninth layer. What he was witnessing shattered long held assumptions and overturned centuries of quiet certainty. + +"Elder Soren, do you know about this sword?" Max asked, noticing the drastic change in the elder’s expression. + +"I know some things," Elder Soren replied solemnly, his gaze never leaving Dragonheart. "If my memory serves me right, this sword once belonged to Dragonheart Sword Sovereign. He was a legendary figure, once acknowledged as the strongest sword master of his era within the Divine Realm. His comprehension of the sword had reached a terrifying height, so close to the elusive realm of the Sword Saint that many believed his ascension was inevitable. Yet in the end, he fell short of that realm by the smallest margin." + +Elder Soren paused, as though recalling something buried deep within time. "After that, Dragonheart Sword Sovereign vanished from the public eye. No one knows where he went or what path he chose afterward. Some say he secluded himself to pursue a higher truth, while others believe he abandoned the sword entirely. The only thing that is certain is that long ago, he personally delivered this sword to the Black Dragon Palace." + +He continued, his voice carrying a trace of reverence. "He left behind only one condition. This sword was not to be inherited by elders or established experts. It was to be claimed only by someone from the younger generation, someone whose will and potential resonated with the sword itself. For thousands of years, this blade remained untouched, rejecting every disciple who dared to reach for it, no matter how talented or powerful they were." + +Elder Soren finally looked at Max, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of awe and disbelief. "And yet, after all this time, you are the one it chose. You are the first person to take Dragonheart away from this pavilion." + +"This sword has such a legacy behind it?" Max muttered as he looked down at the golden blade in his hand. The weight he felt was no longer just physical but something far deeper, as though history itself rested against his palm. + +Only now did he truly understand why the sword had hesitated earlier, why it had tested his will instead of yielding easily. Dragonheart had once belonged to a Sword Sovereign, not merely a strong cultivator but the strongest sword master of the Divine Realm in his era, someone who had stood at the very edge of the Sword Saint realm. + +Compared to such a figure, Max knew that his current self was still lacking, and the sword had sensed that gap clearly. + +"Damn, Max really got that sword," Carl said in a shaken voice, his gaze fixed on Dragonheart with unconcealed disbelief. "From this moment onward, his days of peace in the Divine Realm are over." + +"I understand exactly what you mean," Laura replied as she slowly nodded, her expression turning grave. "There are countless sword geniuses spread across the Divine Realm who have admired the legacy of Dragonheart Sword Sovereign for generations. Many of them dreamed of inheriting his sword, but none could even attempt it because the weapon was sealed within the Black Dragon Palace. Now that it has been taken by a disciple of the palace, and a newly joined outer disciple at that, the news alone will drive those sword cultivators into madness." + +Carl let out a long sigh as the implications became clearer in his mind. "Once this spreads, I can already imagine half of the Black Dragon Palace disciples issuing challenges to Max, not even counting the outsiders who will look for any excuse to provoke him." + +Max heard their words clearly, yet he did not allow them to stir his heart. His gaze remained steady as he turned toward Elder Soren, the golden sword still held firmly in his hand. "The sword is mine now, right?" he asked calmly, his tone carrying neither doubt nor hesitation. + +Elder Soren nodded without the slightest pause. "It is yours. This sword is at least a low immortal tier weapon so keep it safe kid." + +A faint smile appeared on Max’s face at that confirmation. He tightened his grip around Dragonheart, feeling its aura slowly settle as though acknowledging his resolve. Whatever storms this sword would bring in the future, Max accepted them without regret. + +"Now I want a cultivation art," Max said as he turned his attention away from the sword and toward Elder Soren. + +"Hm," Elder Soren hummed softly before nodding. "What type of cultivation art do you need?" + +"What type?" Max repeated, falling silent for a brief moment as he organized his thoughts. His gaze drifted instinctively toward the vast Treasure Hall around them, but what he was truly looking at was something far deeper, the structure of his own power. "I want something that can help me control fire, ice, lightning, space, and other elements together, not separately, but in harmony." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1382.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1382.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b910fc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1382.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1375: Primordial Elements Scripture" +slug: "ch-1382" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1382 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Elder Soren raised an eyebrow, genuine surprise flashing across his usually indifferent face. To cultivate even a single element properly in the Divine Realm required immense talent and time, and most cultivators spent their entire lives perfecting one path. + +To hear a newly joined disciple speak so casually about harmonizing multiple elements was something he had not expected. Still, he did not voice his doubts. Instead, he slowly turned his body and extended a hand toward the other side of the vast hall. + +"Look over there," Elder Soren said as he pointed. On that side of the Treasure Hall, countless small books floated silently within translucent blue cubes, each cube glowing faintly as if guarding the knowledge sealed inside. The sight alone carried a sense of depth and antiquity, as though each cultivation art contained a fragment of the Divine Realm’s long history. + +"All of those are cultivation techniques," Elder Soren continued, his tone steady. "They include arts passed down from ancient eras, methods refined by Divine Realm experts, and incomplete legacies left behind by fallen powers. Go ahead and look around. If your fate aligns with any of them, you will find something suitable." + +Max nodded, his eyes already drawn toward the sea of glowing cubes. Unlike the weapons, which tested strength and will directly, these cultivation arts felt subtler, more dangerous in their own way.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Choosing the wrong one could shackle his future growth, while the right one could become the foundation that carried him through the Divine Realm and far beyond it. + +With that understanding firmly in mind, Max stepped forward into the sea of glowing blue cubes, his perception spreading outward as he carefully examined the cultivation arts sealed within them. + +At first, what he found was overwhelming in both number and variety. There were countless cultivation techniques focused on a single element, some refining fire to an extreme degree, others pursuing the cold and stillness of ice, while many revolved around lightning with explosive speed and destruction. + +He saw arts that emphasized pure physical reinforcement, techniques that strengthened only the soul, and scriptures that revolved around obscure paths such as wind, metal, darkness, light, poison, or even sound. + +Names surfaced one after another as his consciousness brushed past the cubes, titles like Blazing Sun Heart Scripture, Ninefold Frost Vein Manual, Heaven Roaring Lightning Codex, Void Step Cultivation Art, Star Metal Body Refinement, Abyssal Shadow Scripture, and Radiant Spirit Sutra. + +Each of them carried a distinct aura, powerful and refined in its own right, yet all of them shared the same limitation. They were built around a single path, a single element, a single concept. + +As Max continued deeper, he began to notice just how rare multi element cultivation techniques truly were. Among the countless scriptures floating silently in the hall, only a handful carried blended auras, and even those were deeply flawed. + +Some attempted to fuse fire and lightning but sacrificed stability for raw power, while others tried to combine ice and wind yet demanded such extreme compatibility that most cultivators would collapse during cultivation. + +There were a few hybrid techniques like Twin Element Resonance Art, Tri Core Element Method, and Fourfold Element Circulation Manual, but as Max examined them more closely, he immediately saw their weaknesses. + +Their foundations were shallow, their balance forced rather than natural, and their long term growth paths were clearly limited. Cultivating them might grant short term strength, but in the Divine Realm, short term strength was nothing compared to a stable and limitless foundation. + +Just as Max was about to move on, his steps slowed. One of the blue cubes trembled faintly, almost imperceptibly, as his presence drew near. Unlike the others, its aura was neither aggressive nor domineering. + +Instead, it felt vast, calm, and profound, as though multiple elements were quietly coexisting within it without conflict. Max focused on it, and the name of the cultivation art surfaced clearly in his mind. + +Primordial Elements Scripture. + +The moment he sensed it, Max felt a subtle resonance ripple through his body. Fire, ice, lightning, space, and even elements he had not yet fully comprehended seemed to respond faintly, as if acknowledging something familiar. + +This cultivation art did not seek to force different elements together, nor did it prioritize one over the others. Instead, it revolved around balance, circulation, and mutual reinforcement, allowing multiple elements to coexist within the same cultivation framework while growing stronger together. + +It did not restrict the number of elements one could cultivate, nor did it define a rigid end point. Instead, it emphasized harmony as the foundation and evolution as the path. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, a rare hint of excitement flashing through them. Among thousands upon thousands of cultivation techniques, this was the only one that did not feel like a compromise. + +It felt like a path that could grow alongside him, adapt to his ever expanding power, and support every element he already possessed and every element he might obtain in the future. + +"This one," Max murmured softly to himself, his hand reaching out toward the glowing cube with unwavering certainty. + +"Oh, this one is indeed suitable for multi element cultivation," Elder Soren said as he nodded slowly, a rare hint of approval flashing across his usually stern face. "Primordial Elements Scripture is a high Saint Tier cultivation technique. For your current realm and foundation, it is more than sufficient, and in fact, it is one of the best choices you could have made." + +He paused for a moment before continuing, his tone turning slightly more serious. "This scripture emphasizes balance and long term growth rather than explosive short term gains. Many disciples overlook it because it does not immediately display overwhelming power, but those who truly understand cultivation know that such techniques are far more terrifying in the long run." + +"Go ahead and take it," Elder Soren added calmly. + +Max raised one brow, a faint trace of caution crossing his expression. "There is no test for this one?" + +"No," Elder Soren replied without hesitation. "Cultivation arts are not like weapons. They do not judge your strength at the moment. Whether you can cultivate them successfully depends entirely on your comprehension, your foundation, and your future effort." + +Hearing this, Max nodded. He placed both hands on the blue cube, and the light surrounding it faded as the small ancient book slipped into his grasp. The moment his fingers closed around it, he could faintly sense the depth hidden within its pages, a steady and profound rhythm that resonated with his own body and elements. + +"As for the battle art," Max said after a brief pause, lifting his gaze toward Elder Soren, "I want a sword art." + +There was no hesitation in his voice. Every battle he had fought, every opponent he had defeated, had been achieved through his sword, yet all the techniques he relied on were inherited from the mortal realms. + +In a place like the Divine Realm, where laws themselves shaped combat, those mortal sword arts would inevitably fall behind. If he wished to continue walking the path of the sword here, he needed a battle art born of the Divine Realm, one capable of matching the depth of his Severing Sword concept and growing alongside him in the future. + +Elder Soren studied Max for a brief moment, then slowly turned his gaze toward another section of the Treasure Hall where countless sword arts lay sealed, each radiating a distinct and formidable presence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1383.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1383.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3b21b71 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1383.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1376: A sword art suitable for his Cosmic Path" +slug: "ch-1383" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1383 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1806 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Come. Let us go to the Battle Arts section," Elder Soren said as he turned and led Max and the others deeper into the Treasure Hall. + +As they walked, Max quickly realized that this section looked similar to the cultivation arts area, yet the feeling it gave off was completely different. Countless jade slips and ancient manuals floated quietly within translucent cubes of light, arranged in layered formations that stretched far into the hall. However, unlike the calm and steady aura emitted by cultivation techniques, the presence here was sharp, aggressive, and restless. Even without touching them, Max could sense killing intent, battle will, and traces of violent laws lingering around these battle arts, as if each one had been forged through countless life and death struggles. + +"This section contains Battle Arts," Elder Soren said, noticing Max’s focused gaze. "They are different from cultivation arts and also very different from the techniques used in the mortal realms." + +He slowed his pace and continued explaining. "In the mortal realms, techniques are mostly extensions of raw energy usage. They rely on circulating mana in specific patterns to produce effects such as sword light, elemental strikes, or body reinforcement. Those techniques are effective within the limits of the mortal world, but they lack depth. They do not truly touch the laws that govern existence." + +Elder Soren gestured lightly toward the floating manuals around them. "Battle Arts in the Divine Realm are fundamentally different. They are born from laws, concepts, and profound understanding. Every Battle Art here is a manifestation of a cultivator’s comprehension of the world, whether it is sword intent, elemental laws, space, destruction, or countless other paths. When you cultivate a Battle Art, you are not simply learning how to move your energy. You are learning how to express your understanding of the the concept through combat." + +He glanced at Max, his eyes sharp. "That is why Battle Arts grow alongside the cultivator. A mortal technique reaches its limit quickly, but a true Divine Realm Battle Art can evolve as your comprehension deepens. The stronger your grasp of the laws, the more terrifying the same Battle Art becomes in your hands." + +Carl and Laura listened quietly from behind, both clearly aware of the importance of what Elder Soren was saying. Even they had spent years refining their Battle Arts, yet they still had not fully unlocked their potential. + +"For sword cultivators in particular," Elder Soren added, "Battle Arts are not just methods of attack. They define your path. A poor choice will restrain your growth and conflict with your sword intent. A suitable one will resonate with your comprehension and amplify it, allowing you to fight far above your realm." + +He stopped at the edge of the section and looked at Max calmly. "Take your time here. Choose wisely. The Battle Art you select today may very well determine how far your sword can go in the Divine Realm." + +Max nodded and stepped into the sea of floating battle arts, his gaze calm yet focused as he slowly moved forward. The moment he entered the sword arts area, countless sharp auras brushed against his senses, each carrying a different will. + +Some were violent and domineering, others were cold and ruthless, while a few were calm yet endlessly sharp. Each sword art here represented a different path, a different belief, and a different destiny for those who cultivated them. + +He did not rush. Choosing a sword art in the Divine Realm was not like picking a technique in the mortal world. This choice would accompany him for a very long time and possibly shape the very nature of his sword path. Max closed his eyes briefly and let his senses spread, allowing his sword intent to resonate freely. He was no longer looking with his eyes alone. He was listening with his will, searching for something that aligned with the path he had already chosen. + +’My path is the Emotion Severing Cosmic Path,’ Max thought steadily. ’A sword that cuts emotions, severs attachment, and moves in harmony with the vast and indifferent cosmos.’ + +As that thought settled, many sword arts around him began to feel incompatible. Those filled with rage, slaughter, or extreme passion repelled him instinctively. Sword arts that emphasized fury, killing intent, or emotional amplification clashed violently with his sword intent. + +Even some calm and elegant sword arts felt incomplete, as if they were too grounded in mortal sentiment and lacked the boundless detachment that his Cosmic Path demanded. + +Then, as he stepped deeper into the hall, his movements slowed. + +Before him floated a jade slip that emitted an almost imperceptible aura. It was not aggressive, nor was it dazzling. Instead, it felt vast and distant, like a silent starfield stretching endlessly into the void. The sword intent within it was cold, tranquil, and absolute, carrying a sense of severance that went beyond flesh and matter. It was not a sword art meant to kill out of hatred or desire. It was a sword art that cut because cutting was inevitable. + +Max’s heart trembled slightly. + +As he extended his hand toward the jade slip, the world around him seemed to quiet down. The other sword arts faded into the background as if acknowledging a superior presence. Streams of insight flowed into his mind the moment his fingers touched the cube enclosing the jade slip. + +High Saint Tier Sword Art. + +Name: Void Severing Star Scripture. + +Images flooded his consciousness. A sword moving through the vacuum of space, severing stars, cutting through time, emotion, and causality alike. Each strike was clean and absolute, leaving behind nothing but silence. + +The core principle of the sword art was not power alone, but detachment. The more emotions one severed, the sharper the sword became. The closer one’s heart came to the stillness of the cosmos, the more perfectly the blade would align with the laws of the universe. + +Max exhaled slowly. + +This was it. + +This sword art did not ask him to abandon his emotions completely, nor did it force him into blind ruthlessness. Instead, it taught him how to stand above emotions when he wielded his sword, to cut without hesitation, regret, or disturbance. It was perfectly in sync with his Emotion Severing Cosmic Path, complementing it rather than restraining it. + +Elder Soren, who had been watching quietly from a distance, narrowed his eyes when he sensed the fluctuation. When he saw the jade slip Max had chosen, his expression shifted noticeably. + +"That one," Elder Soren said in a low voice, clearly surprised. "Void Severing Star Scripture. A high Saint Tier sword art that very few dare to cultivate." + +Carl and Laura both stiffened when they heard the name. Even they had heard rumors about that sword art, a path that demanded extreme clarity of heart and unwavering resolve. + +"It is not a sword art that focuses on killing intent or brute force," Elder Soren continued solemnly. "It severs emotions, thoughts, and attachments while cutting through the enemy. Many who attempted to cultivate it lost themselves, either becoming empty shells or abandoning the path altogether." + +Max closed his fingers around the jade slip, his expression calm and unwavering. "It suits me." + +Elder Soren studied him for a long moment before nodding slowly. "If that is the case, then this sword art is yours." + +With the cultivation art and the battle art now chosen, Max felt a strange sense of completeness settle within him. The Primordial Elements Scripture would become the foundation of his cultivation, while the Void Severing Star Scripture would define how his sword walked the Cosmic Path. + +Together with the Dragonheart sword in his hand, Max could already sense the outline of a terrifying future beginning to take shape. + +’Nice.’ He thought in his mind. + +"Good. Now that you have chosen the three items in the Treasure Hall, it is time we take you to your residence." Carl said with a smile, clearly satisfied with how things had unfolded so far. + +Max nodded and carefully stored the cultivation art and sword art away before resting the Dragonheart sword at his side. As he stepped out of the Treasure Hall, he could still feel faint gazes lingering on him, some filled with curiosity, others with disbelief, and a few with hidden greed. + +He did not react to any of them. At this point, he had already accepted that attention would follow him wherever he went in the Black Dragon Palace. + +Carl led the way, his pace unhurried but purposeful, while Laura walked slightly behind Max, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the golden sword at his side before quickly returning forward. + +Noticing this, Max stored away Dragonheart in his storage space. + +The group passed through broad stone paths that connected different sections of the palace, each road lined with towering black structures carved with dragon motifs. Black flames burned silently atop ancient pillars, illuminating the paths with a dim and solemn glow that gave the entire place an oppressive yet majestic atmosphere. + +As they moved farther from the Treasure Hall, the surroundings gradually changed. The noise of disciples and the constant movement around resource halls faded away, replaced by quieter roads and more orderly surroundings. + +"This is the residential area of the 33rd Hall," Carl said as they continued forward. "Each Hall has its own living quarters, training grounds, and minor cultivation zones." + +Max observed everything silently, his senses open. The buildings here were not overly luxurious, but each residence was spacious and solid, built with materials that could withstand violent fluctuations of flame intent. Training courtyards were scattered between living quarters, some marked with deep claw scars that radiated lingering intent even after countless years. + +Soon, they arrived before a vast stone gate engraved with thirty three claw marks arranged in a circular pattern. At the center of the formation, one claw mark shone slightly brighter than the rest. + +Carl stopped and turned to Max. "This is the residential zone connected to the 33rd Hall. As an outer disciple, you will be staying within the outer residence area associated with the hall. From here, reporting, training, and missions will all be handled accordingly." + +Laura nodded lightly. "Do not underestimate this place. Many outer disciples dream of living here but never get the chance. 33rd Hall may look quiet, but competition here is far fiercer than most places in the palace." + +Max looked ahead at the rows of residences stretching into the distance, each one standing like a silent blade waiting to be drawn. He felt no pressure, only a steady resolve forming in his heart. This was merely the starting point. From here, he would sharpen himself further, step by step, until the Black Dragon Palace itself could no longer ignore his existence. + +Carl smiled faintly as he gestured forward. "Come. I will take you to your assigned residence." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1384.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1384.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a72d44c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1384.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1377: A small visit to Dimension of Spirit!" +slug: "ch-1384" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1384 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1125 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max sat cross legged in the quiet of his residence, his breathing steady as the last traces of outside noise faded away. After Carl, Laura, and the others had escorted him here, they had returned to their own residences, leaving him alone at last. His living quarters were no different from those of other disciples of the Thirty Third Hall. + +There was a wide garden bathed in gentle divine essence, a training field sturdy enough to withstand violent clashes, and several spacious rooms arranged with simple elegance. It was not extravagant, yet it carried the solemn dignity befitting a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace. For the first time since arriving here, Max felt a sense of stability settle in his chest. + +Now that he had finally settled down, Max decided it was time to check on a few important things. Closing his eyes, his consciousness sank inward as he entered the Dimension of Spirit, the familiar transition washing over him like a silent tide. The moment his presence manifested, familiar figures came into view beneath the vast spiritual sky he had recreated. + +"Master, you are here." Tian greeted him immediately, his voice calm and respectful. Blob was beside him as usual, his round form wobbling slightly as he smiled, while Mimi stood a little apart, her small figure radiating displeasure. + +Max looked at the three of them and smiled warmly. "How are you all doing?" + +"I am fine, thanks for asking." Blob replied cheerfully, letting out a light laugh as if nothing in the world could trouble him. + +Mimi, however, puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, her expression filled with grievance. "Big Brother Max is such a bad guy. He locked Mimi in this place and does not even give Mimi enough food. Mimi hates Big Brother Max." + +Max could not help but smile wryly at her complaint. When he had recreated the world of Acaris from scratch, he had sealed Mimi within his Dimension of Spirit for safety and control. No matter how terrifying her strength was outside, once she entered this space she had been bound and shackled by his authority. Only after her hunger had subsided had he loosened the seal, and even then it was incomplete, allowing her merely a fraction of freedom so she could move about like the other spirits and be nourished by the dimension itself. + +"Be a good girl and I might release you more in the future." Max said gently as he patted her head, his tone patient rather than stern. "There are so many spirits here now, so why do you not try making friends with them?" + +Mimi turned her head away stubbornly. "Mimi hates them." She said with a huff. "They only play with that egg and not with Mimi." + +Max sighed softly. It was true that many of the spirits were fascinated by the black dragon egg and often gathered around it, but that did not mean they disliked Mimi. In truth, her reaction reminded him of a child feeling ignored, her jealousy plain and unguarded. + +"I am sure that is not the case." Max said with a reassuring smile. "If you play with them, they will play with you too. It really is that simple." + +Mimi hesitated, her expression wavering as she considered his words. After a brief pause, she nodded reluctantly. "Alright. Mimi will try." With that, she scurried off toward the group of spirits clustered around the black dragon egg, her steps small but determined. + +Max watched her go, then turned his gaze back toward Tian and Blob, his expression growing thoughtful. The Dimension of Spirit remained peaceful, yet he knew this calm was only temporary. Outside, the Black Dragon Palace was vast and unforgiving, filled with countless geniuses and hidden dangers. + +This inner world, however, was his foundation, and he intended to strengthen it just as relentlessly as he would strengthen himself. + +"Tian, when can I awaken other dimensions, especially a dimension specialized for humans?" Max asked, his gaze steady as it swept across the vast spirit world before him. He had not forgotten Freya and Lenavira back in Acaris for even a single day. + +More than anything, he wanted to meet them again from time to time and eventually bring them into the Divine Realm, yet carrying living humans within the Dimension of Spirit while he was still bound to a mortal body was far too risky. One mistake could lead to consequences he could not afford, and so he had restrained himself until now. + +Tian smiled gently, his expression calm and confident as always. "Master, you should be able to unlock many more dimensions once you leave this mortal body behind and enter the Rebirth Realm. At that time, your soul and existence will undergo a fundamental transformation, and you will likely unlock additional authorities and hidden features of the Dimensional Keeper that are currently sealed." His voice carried certainty, as if this future was already written. + +"I see." Max nodded slowly, understanding settling deep in his chest. In the end, everything still came back to one thing. He needed to step into the Rebirth Realm as soon as possible, not only for his strength but for the future he wanted to protect. + +Just as that thought passed through his mind, Max’s senses flared sharply within the Dimension of Spirit. His expression changed instantly as he turned toward a distant direction, his perception locking onto a familiar yet long dormant presence. + +"The spirit is awakening!" Max exclaimed, his figure vanishing from where he stood in an instant. + +Tian and Blob reacted at once, following after him without hesitation as the spiritual space rippled faintly from Max’s sudden movement. They rushed toward the area where Max had once nurtured a seed of life with his own blood, a place that had remained quiet for years. + +Max appeared before a vast green expanse, vibrant with life, where a single red flower stood out vividly against the surrounding spiritual grass. The flower was small yet radiant, its petals trembling as a gentle but unmistakable pulse of power flowed from it. + +Max could clearly feel the connection, deep and intimate, resonating directly with his blood and soul. This was not an ordinary spirit born of the world itself. This was a spirit tied to him, awakened by his own essence all those years ago back in Acaris. + +The red flower swayed softly as its aura grew stronger with each passing breath, its awakening finally reaching completion after years of silent growth. + +Max stood there quietly, watching with focused anticipation. He could feel it clearly now. His spirit, born from his blood and nurtured by the Dimension of Spirit, was finally about to open its eyes to the world. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1385.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1385.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c8fc66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1385.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1378: Lilly Voidwalker" +slug: "ch-1385" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1385 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1156 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon both Tian and Blob appeared beside Max, their gazes fixed on the trembling red flower that stood at the center of the spiritual field. The flower’s petals quivered more intensely now, glowing with a deep crimson light as if molten life itself was flowing through its veins. The surrounding spiritual grass bent gently toward it, responding instinctively to the change in the air, while faint ripples of spiritual energy spread outward in slow, rhythmic waves. + +"So the spirit has begun to awaken," Blob said with a satisfied smile, his usually playful expression carrying a rare hint of solemnity. Even he could feel it clearly. This was not an ordinary occurrence within the Dimension of Spirit. + +Tian nodded, his eyes reflecting the red glow. "This will be Master’s own spirit, born from Master’s blood and soul. Such a thing should not exist under normal laws." His voice was calm, yet there was unmistakable awe within it. + +Max watched the flower closely, feeling the pulsing connection grow stronger with each heartbeat. "How will it be any different from the other spirits I have here?" he asked, curiosity mixed with anticipation. + +Tian smiled faintly, his gaze never leaving the flower. "It would be better if Master sees it with his own eyes once the awakening is complete." There was a quiet mystery in his tone, as though words alone could not describe what was about to happen. + +As they waited, the changes in the Dimension of Spirit became more pronounced. The sky above dimmed slightly, tinged with a faint red hue, while the spiritual wind slowed as if the world itself was holding its breath. + +One by one, the other spirits scattered across the dimension began to feel the disturbance. Those who had been playing around the black dragon egg paused and turned their attention toward the source of the fluctuation. Drawn by instinct, they drifted through the air, gathering around the field in silent curiosity. + +Even Mimi stopped in her tracks. The childish annoyance on her face faded as her eyes widened, sensing something she had never experienced before. + +Without a word, she hurried toward the red glow, joining the growing circle of spirits that now surrounded the flower. For a moment, no one spoke. All eyes were fixed on the same point. + +The red flower suddenly shuddered violently, its glow flaring to a blinding intensity. Fine cracks appeared along the petals, not signs of decay but of release, as pure spiritual essence surged outward. + +A deep, resonant hum filled the Dimension of Spirit, echoing through every layer of space as if announcing the birth of something extraordinary. The flower burst apart in a shower of crimson light, its form dissolving into countless motes that swirled together in midair. + +From within that storm of red radiance, a small figure slowly took shape. + +A spirit emerged, its body formed entirely of condensed crimson essence. It had a gentle humanoid outline, delicate and radiant, with long flowing hair that shimmered like liquid flame. Its eyes opened slowly, glowing with a deep red light that mirrored Max’s own bloodline aura. + +The moment those eyes met Max’s gaze, the connection snapped into place completely. A powerful resonance surged between them, so intimate and absolute that Max felt as though a part of his own soul had stepped out into the open. + +The newborn spirit hovered quietly in the air, its presence calm yet profound. The surrounding spirits instinctively lowered themselves, even Mimi falling silent as she stared in wonder. This was no natural spirit born of wind, earth, or sky. This was a spirit born of will, blood, and destiny, something that defied the natural order. + +Max took a slow breath, his heart pounding as he felt the bond settle deep within him. The red spirit turned toward him fully, a faint smile forming on its lips as if recognizing its creator. + +The birth was complete. + +"Mother!" the spirit cried out, her voice clear and bright as she suddenly flew forward and threw herself into Max’s embrace. The movement was instinctive and full of emotion, as if she had known him since the moment of her existence. + +Her small arms wrapped tightly around him, clinging with surprising strength, as though she feared he might disappear if she let go. + +"What?!" Max froze for a brief instant, completely caught off guard by the sudden affection. He could feel the warmth of her crimson essence pressing against him, the intimate resonance between their souls pulsing strongly. She held him tightly, burying her face against his chest, unwilling to release him. + +Max steadied himself, then gently but firmly held her shoulders and pulled her back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes shone brightly, filled with pure joy and attachment. + +"Mother! Mother! Mother!" she kept calling out happily, her voice echoing softly through the Dimension of Spirit as she looked at him with complete trust. + +Max felt a faint warmth rise to his face and smiled wryly before shaking his head. "I am not your mother," he said calmly, trying to sound composed despite the situation. + +"You are not?" At his words, the spirit’s expression instantly fell. The light in her eyes dimmed, her lips trembling as sadness spread across her small face. She looked at him as if the world had suddenly lost its meaning. + +Seeing her reaction, Max let out a quiet sigh. After a moment of hesitation, he clenched his teeth slightly and spoke again, his voice gentler and more certain. "I am your father. You can call me Father." + +"Father?" The spirit tilted her head, clearly trying to understand the unfamiliar word. Her eyes flickered with confusion for a brief moment, then suddenly lit up with excitement as realization dawned upon her. "Father! Father! Father!" she cried out joyfully, her sadness vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. + +Max chuckled softly and nodded, his expression warm. "Yes, I am your father," he said, then looked at her carefully. "But you need a name. What is your name?" + +"My name?" the spirit repeated, her voice thoughtful as she pondered the question. After a while, she shook her head slowly. "I do not have a name." + +"Then I will give you one," Max said with a smile that carried genuine affection. "From now on, your name is Lilly. Lilly Voidwalker." + +"Lilly?" The spirit tested the name on her tongue, then nodded enthusiastically, her face lighting up once more. "I like the name Lilly. Thank you, Father, for giving me this name." + +As those words left her lips, her body suddenly began to glow with an intense crimson radiance. The light pulsed outward in waves, far brighter than before, as if the acknowledgment of her name had completed something fundamental within her existence. + +The surrounding spirits watched in silence as the red glow enveloped her entirely, marking the beginning of a transformation unlike anything the Dimension of Spirit had witnessed before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1386.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1386.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e5faab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1386.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1379: Amazing Lilly!" +slug: "ch-1386" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1386 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1167 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As the red glow surrounding Lilly surged to its absolute peak, the radiance became so intense that even the spirits who were born of pure essence instinctively turned away, shielding their eyes from the overwhelming brilliance. + +The light flooded the entire Dimension of Spirit, painting the sky and land in deep crimson hues, while the air trembled with a profound resonance that felt ancient and sacred. It was not merely energy dispersing outward but a fundamental transformation taking place, as if the very laws governing spirits were being rewritten at that moment. + +Then, just as suddenly, the blinding glow receded. The crimson light folded inward, dissolving into countless motes that vanished into Lilly’s body, leaving behind a silence so heavy that even the playful spirits stood completely still. + +When everyone slowly opened their eyes, the scene before them caused shock to ripple through every being present. Even Blob, who had witnessed countless strange phenomena within the Dimension of Spirit, froze in place, his expression filled with disbelief. + +Standing where the small red spirit had been was now a humanoid figure. Lilly had taken on the strongest and rarest form a spirit could ever achieve, a form that countless spirits dreamed of but almost none could attain. + +Her body was fully shaped, balanced and refined, radiating an innate authority that surpassed ordinary spirits by an immeasurable margin. Dark flaming red hair cascaded down her back like molten lava, each strand flickering with gentle crimson flames that moved as though they were alive. + +Her eyes burned with a deep scarlet light, clear and intelligent, no longer carrying the innocence of an unshaped spirit but the awareness of a being born complete. + +What stunned Max the most was her face. It resembled his own far more than he had expected, sharing the same sharp features and calm intensity, softened only slightly by a youthful grace. The resemblance was undeniable, as if she were truly born from his essence rather than merely created through it. + +The surrounding spirits stared in awe and reverence, instinctively sensing that Lilly had stepped into a realm far above them, a being destined to stand at the pinnacle of spirit existence. In that moment, it became clear to all present that the birth of Lilly was not merely rare, but an event that defied the natural order itself. + +"This... this... how is this possible!" Blob exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief as he stared at Lilly’s transformed figure. He was completely stunned, his usual cheerful composure shattered by what he was witnessing. + +The sight before him defied everything he knew about spirits and their growth. This was not just rare, it was something bordering on impossible. To Blob, this was not merely Lilly’s achievement but the realization of a dream he and countless other spirits across existence had long held but never truly believed they could reach. + +There were only three known stages in the evolution of spirits. The first stage was that of sentient forms who possessed awareness but could not speak or think clearly. The second stage was the one Blob himself had reached, where a spirit could speak, reason and interact freely with others. Beyond that lay the final stage, the humanoid form, the most complete and powerful existence a spirit could attain. + +This transformation was considered almost unattainable, something spoken of in legends rather than reality. Blob had told Max countless times that achieving a humanoid body was his greatest dream, yet even after so long, he had never come close. And now Lilly had achieved it in mere moments, right before his eyes. + +"Is this the humanoid form of spirits?" Max finally asked, his voice calm but filled with curiosity as he looked at Lilly carefully. + +"Indeed, Master," Tian replied with a composed smile. "Lilly is fundamentally different from other spirits. She was not born from the natural world but was created within the Dimension of Spirit through your blood. After growing within the pure essence of this dimension, she naturally reached her strongest form. However, that form could only be completed when you gave her a name, because that act solidified her existence and anchored her identity." + +"I see," Max said, nodding slowly as he absorbed Tian’s explanation. + +"Father, how am I looking? Am I pretty enough?" Lilly suddenly asked, her voice bright and full of excitement as she moved around Max, turning eagerly as if showing off her new form. Her movements were lively and natural, radiating joy at simply existing. + +Max smiled warmly and nodded. "My Lilly is the most beautiful spirit here." + +"I knew it!" Lilly cried out happily, jumping away in delight. + +Watching her carefree excitement, Max felt a quiet sense of warmth settle in his chest. Seeing Lilly so happy and full of life brought a gentle smile to his face, one that reflected both pride and an unexpected sense of responsibility that he couldn’t understand fully. + +"Lilly, can you switch back to your normal spirit form?" Max asked gently as he looked at her. + +"I can," Lilly replied without hesitation. A soft red glow spread across her body once more, far gentler than before, and within moments her humanoid figure dissolved into flowing crimson light. When the glow faded, her familiar spirit form reappeared, floating lightly in the air, her presence calm and stable. + +"Nice," Max nodded in satisfaction. He felt genuinely relieved seeing that she could shift between her humanoid form and spirit form with such ease. This level of control meant her transformation was not unstable or forced, but something that had become a natural part of her existence. + +"Good job, Lilly," Max said warmly as he prepared to leave the Dimension of Spirit. + +"Are you leaving, Father?" Lilly suddenly asked. + +"How did you know?" Max turned toward her in surprise. + +"Even though I was not born like others, I can feel it," Lilly replied softly, her expression turning faintly sad. "Father does not stay in this world for very long." + +Max smiled at her words, feeling a slight ache in his chest. "Do not worry. I have a way to stay with you for as long as you want." + +"Yay!" Lilly cried out happily, bouncing in the air with excitement as her sadness vanished instantly. + +"I will be back in a moment," Max said, and his figure disappeared from the Dimension of Spirit. + +In the next instant, he appeared within the Dimension of Time. His clone, which had been training there continuously, slowly opened its eyes. "Leave it to me," the clone said calmly. Its figure vanished and immediately reappeared within the Dimension of Spirit, where it began interacting with Lilly, playing with her and keeping her company. + +Back in the real world, Max opened his eyes and muttered thoughtfully, "I should let my clone remain in the Dimension of Spirit permanently for now. That way Lilly will never feel lonely, and in a way, I will always be with her too." + +He nodded to himself, genuinely satisfied with the decision. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1387.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1387.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..107eb66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1387.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1380 - 8th level of Divine Rank" +slug: "ch-1387" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1387 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1228 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Now that I can see and feel everything my clone does within the Dimension of Spirit, I no longer need to worry about that place," Max muttered softly, fully grasping that in a very real sense he was already present there. + +His clone was not a separate existence but an extension of himself, and because they shared a single consciousness, every sight, sound and thought flowed freely between them. It felt no different from having two bodies connected to one soul, which was precisely the truth of his existence. + +After steadying his thoughts, Max shook his head lightly and took out the Primordial Elements Scripture. As soon as he opened it and began to read, his expression shifted into one of deep concentration and surprise. + +"It is divided into thirty three layers of mastery?" he murmured in disbelief. This structure was completely different from anything he had encountered in the mortal world. As he continued reading, the logic behind the cultivation arts of the Divine Realm gradually unfolded before him in clear detail. + +He soon realized that the layers of mastery did not simply represent combat strength. The higher one’s mastery of a cultivation art, the more efficiently Divine Essence could be drawn from the environment. + +While greater mastery naturally enhanced power during battle, the true foundation lay in cultivation speed and efficiency. Each additional layer allowed the practitioner to absorb Divine Essence more smoothly, more rapidly and with greater purity, making long term growth far more stable and profound. + +"Damn it, with proper cultivation techniques one can directly absorb Divine Essence into the body," Max muttered, genuinely stunned by the realization. Even with his Black Flames and devouring abilities, he still required concentrated energy sources to absorb power efficiently. + +He could not freely devour ambient energy the way cultivators of the Divine Realm could through their techniques. Compared to that, cultivation arts here were far more refined and systematic. + +At that moment, Max felt a deep sense of fascination and anticipation. The cultivation arts of the Divine Realm were not merely methods of growing stronger but carefully designed systems that harmonized the cultivator with the world itself. + +Understanding this, Max realized that mastering such techniques would be essential if he wanted to truly stand among the powerful beings of the Divine Realm and eventually surpass them. + +His first goal in the Divine Realm was clear in his mind. He needed to advance into the Rebirth Realm, and to do that he could no longer rely on instinct, brute force or devouring methods alone. + +He had held back his cultivation for a long time, deliberately stabilizing his foundation and understanding the environment of the Divine Realm, but now that restraint had reached its limit. With the Primordial Elements Scripture in his hands, there was no reason to delay any further. + +Max sat down in the center of his garden, crossed his legs and slowly calmed his breathing. The Primordial Elements Scripture floated before his eyes as streams of comprehension flowed through his consciousness. + +Fire, ice, lightning, space and other elemental principles were no longer isolated concepts to him. Under the guidance of the scripture, they began to align, resonate and circulate in harmony, forming a unified cycle within his body. + +Divine Essence in the surroundings responded immediately, flowing toward him in thin streams that grew thicker with each completed circulation. + +Time quietly slipped away as Max entered a deep state of cultivation. He didn’t forget to enter the Dimension of Time to cultivate. Days turned into weeks, and weeks blurred into months without him noticing. Each breakthrough in mastery felt like dismantling an invisible wall, followed by a sudden increase in absorption speed and stability. + +The first layer of mastery fell quickly, followed by the second and third. By the time he reached the fourth layer, the Divine Essence around his residence had visibly thinned, forcing the surrounding formations to replenish it continuously. His control over elemental balance grew sharper, his circulation smoother, and his foundation deeper than ever before. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 7th level of Divine Rank.] + +Just then Max leveled up one level but he didn’t lose his focus and continue to cultivate. + +By the end of the first month, Max had reached the fifth layer of mastery. At this point, the difficulty increased dramatically. Every attempt to push further required perfect synchronization between his elements and his body. A single imbalance would cause the circulation to collapse, forcing him to start again. + +Even so, Max persisted without frustration, refining his control bit by bit until, near the end of the second month, he finally broke through into the sixth layer of mastery. + +And with it... + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 8th level of Divine Rank.] + +The moment he stabilized the sixth layer, Max clearly felt the change. Divine Essence poured into his body at a speed several times faster than before, nourishing his meridians and strengthening his foundation to a terrifying degree. + +However, when he attempted to advance further, he encountered an unyielding barrier. No matter how many times he circulated the scripture, no matter how precisely he controlled the elements, the seventh layer remained completely out of reach. + +After several days of repeated attempts, Max finally opened his eyes and exhaled slowly. He understood the reason without needing an explanation. The higher layers of the Primordial Elements Scripture required a body and soul that had undergone rebirth. As long as he remained at the Divine Rank, the sixth layer was the absolute limit. + +Max smiled faintly, feeling no disappointment. Mastering six layers in just two months was already something that would shock even veteran cultivators of the Divine Realm. More importantly, his foundation was now solid enough to support a breakthrough at any moment. + +"It seems the sixth layer is the limit for me for now," Max muttered quietly as he opened his eyes, a calm clarity settling over his thoughts. There was no frustration in his expression, only satisfaction. + +Reaching the sixth layer of the Primordial Elements Scripture had already pushed his body and soul to their current limits, and the fact that his cultivation had steadily climbed to the eighth level of Divine Rank was proof that his approach had been correct. + +His foundation felt stable, powerful and far denser than before, leaving no doubt that his progress had been meaningful rather than rushed. + +Max could clearly sense the gap that remained. Advancing from the eighth level to the peak ninth level of Divine Rank would require far more than ambient Divine Essence alone, and breaking into the Rebirth Realm would demand even greater resources. + +This was no longer something that could be achieved through passive cultivation. The Divine Realm operated on a different scale, and true breakthroughs required correspondingly rare and potent opportunities. + +After a brief moment of thought, Max formed his next plan. "I will devote a full month to my sword art within the Dimension of Time," he said calmly, already visualizing the path ahead. + +Perfecting his sword further would strengthen his combat power and sharpen his understanding of his path, ensuring that when he finally sought resources to break through, he would be fully prepared to face whatever dangers lay ahead. + +With that decision made, Max settled his mind. The road to the Rebirth Realm was now clearly laid out before him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1388.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1388.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f3a4c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1388.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1381: A Commotion for the Sword" +slug: "ch-1388" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1388 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After spending another full month within the Dimension of Time refining his Void Severing Star Scripture, Max finally decided it was time to step out and search for resources that could push him through the final stages of Divine Rank and into the Rebirth Realm. + +His sword intent had grown sharper and calmer, and his confidence was grounded rather than arrogant. However, the moment he prepared to leave his residence, a faint frown appeared on his face. + +Through his Three Dimensional Body, Max could sense numerous presences scattered around his living quarters. Some of them were hiding their auras poorly while spying from rooftops and corridors, some were openly waiting near entrances as if guarding prey, and some were even resting with closed eyes while maintaining a thin thread of perception locked onto his room. + +The number of people involved was far greater than he had anticipated, and their intentions were anything but subtle. + +"What the hell is going on here?" Max wondered as he paused before opening the door. He did not rush out immediately and instead listened quietly, allowing the conversations outside to reach his ears. After several minutes of listening, the situation became perfectly clear to him, and a cold smile slowly formed on his lips. + +"They all have their eyes on my sword Dragonheart," Max sneered inwardly. The moment the news of him claiming the sword of the Dragonheart Sword Sovereign had spread, it was inevitable that countless sword cultivators would lose their composure. + +To them, Dragonheart was not merely a weapon but a symbol of supreme sword authority, and the idea that it now belonged to a newly joined outer disciple was something they could not accept. + +"They believe that by challenging me and defeating me, they can claim my sword," Max thought with quiet disdain. "If that is truly how they see the world, then they are far more foolish than I imagined." + +With that understanding, Max pushed open the door and strode out casually, his expression calm and his posture relaxed. The instant he appeared, the atmosphere around his residence changed completely. + +Hidden figures revealed themselves, waiting cultivators straightened their backs, and eyes filled with greed, jealousy and ambition locked onto him. + +"Max, I challenge you," a young man shouted immediately, stepping forward with a sharp aura. "Do you dare to accept my challenge? Let us bet your sword in this duel." + +Another voice followed before Max could even respond. "So you are the disciple who took the sword of the Sword Sovereign. I do not believe you are worthy to wield that blade. Hand it over if you lose, or fight me if you have the courage." + +More voices rose around him, overlapping with barely concealed hostility and excitement. Challenges were thrown openly, some polite, some arrogant, all centered around a single object. + +Max stood there in silence, listening to them without a trace of anger on his face. His eyes remained calm, but within that calmness lay a sharp and dangerous edge. He did not feel threatened. + +What he felt instead was a clear realization that from the moment he took Dragonheart into his hands, peace had already become a luxury he no longer possessed. + +"You want my sword? Guess what you won’t getting it." Max said sneering loudly. "Now piss off!" + +"What did he just say?" one disciple exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes widening as if he could not believe his own ears after hearing Max’s words spoken so bluntly in front of everyone. + +"He told us to piss off?" another disciple repeated slowly, his face flushing red with anger as his aura fluctuated uncontrollably from the humiliation of being dismissed so casually. + +"This brat is too arrogant!" a sword cultivator shouted furiously. "He thinks just because he took the Dragonheart Sword he can trample on everyone here." + +"Does he even understand how many people want that sword?" someone else growled from the crowd. "That blade belongs to the Divine Realm, not to some newly arrived outer disciple." + +"Hah, this is interesting," a calmer voice said with a cold laugh. "The more arrogant he acts, the more certain I am that I must take that sword from him." + +"He dares to provoke us openly," another disciple said through clenched teeth. "Good. Now no one can say we are bullying him when we challenge him." + +"So this is his answer?" a woman muttered, her gaze sharp and calculating. "Fine. If he refuses to hand it over peacefully, then we will take it by force in a duel." + +Around Max, the air grew tense as hostility thickened, anger, greed and ambition swirling together, while countless eyes burned with determination, because his words had not driven them away at all but instead had ignited something far more dangerous. + +Max let out a slow sigh as he continued walking forward, his steps unhurried and steady despite the tension pressing in from all sides. He knew very well that direct combat was strictly forbidden outside designated battle arenas, duel grounds and sanctioned combat zones. + +No matter how covetous or enraged these disciples were, none of them would dare to attack him openly here. Because of that rule, he moved through the gathering without fear, treating their hostile gazes as nothing more than background noise. + +Yet even so, the crowd showed no intention of dispersing. They followed him closely, their footsteps echoing behind him, their eyes fixed on his back as if he were prey that might slip away if they blinked. + +Max sighed again when he noticed that the crowd was not thinning out in the slightest. + +Just as he began considering how to deal with this situation without escalating matters further, a sharp and commanding shout rang out across the area, cutting through the murmurs and whispers like a blade. + +"Everyone get away!" + +The voice was female, clear and forceful, and the moment Max heard it, a sense of familiarity struck him. He had heard that voice before. Before he could dwell on it further, the tightly packed crowd began to part, disciples stepping back instinctively as if pushed aside by an invisible pressure. + +Soon, two figures emerged from the opening that formed. The first was Carl, walking calmly yet confidently, his presence alone enough to make several disciples avert their gaze. Beside him stood the owner of the voice, Lucia Grimes, her expression cold and authoritative as her eyes swept across the surrounding disciples. + +"Damn, the Grimes Family is here," someone whispered urgently as they retreated another step. "Get away from Max." + +"I heard Max has connections with the Grimes Family, but I never thought Lucia Grimes herself would show up for him," another disciple muttered in disbelief. "This is insane." + +"So does that mean we cannot touch Max at all now that the Grimes Family is backing him," a third voice said anxiously, the earlier bravado completely gone. + +"What do you mean touch him," someone argued stubbornly. "We are only asking for fair duels. If he cannot even accept a duel, then he is not fit to be a disciple of the Thirty Third Hall." + +Despite those words, the expressions of the disciples surrounding Max grew increasingly strained as they took in Lucia’s presence. The confidence they had shown moments ago began to crack, replaced by caution and unease. + +Whatever ambitions they held toward Dragonheart, it was now clear that challenging Max was no longer as simple as surrounding him and shouting demands. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1389.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1389.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b055048 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1389.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1382: Trouble" +slug: "ch-1389" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1389 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1132 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Hello, Lucia," Max said with a wide smile as soon as he saw Lucia Grimes standing before him in the flesh once again. The last time they had met was back in Obsidian Dragon City, and since then many years had quietly passed. Seeing her here in the Divine Realm stirred a faint sense of familiarity, as if a piece of his past had suddenly caught up to him. + +"Max Morgan..." Lucia sighed in response, rubbing her temple lightly as she looked at him. "Every time I see you, there is trouble surrounding you from every direction." + +"What can I say?" Max shrugged helplessly. "It is not exactly my fault that the sword I liked happened to belong to the Sword Sovereign." + +Lucia gave him a long look before taking a slow breath. "Do you even realize what you have gotten yourself into?" + +"Enlighten me," Max replied calmly. He knew that many people were coveting his sword, but in his mind, that alone was not something worth worrying about. After all, it was not as if he would hand it over just because others demanded it. + +Lucia crossed her arms over her chest, her expression turning serious. "For the past three months, there has been only one name echoing throughout the Divine Realm," she said slowly. "Max Morgan, the one who took away the sword of the Sword Sovereign." + +She paused briefly before continuing. "Your actions have dragged our entire Verdant Sky Realm directly into the attention of numerous second rate and even first rate star realms. It is fortunate that the Verdant Sky Realm, despite being a third rate star realm, possesses sufficient strength to stand on its own. Otherwise, countless weaker third rate star realms would have already descended upon us, hoping to seize that sword from you." + +Hearing this, Max felt genuine shock ripple through him. He had anticipated that claiming the sword would cause a stir, but he had never imagined that it would draw the attention of the entire Divine Realm, let alone higher ranked star realms. + +This was far beyond what he had prepared himself for, and for the first time since obtaining Dragonheart, Max truly grasped the weight of what now rested in his hands. + +"This is indeed a bit of trouble," Max said with a sigh as the weight of Lucia’s words settled in his mind. + +"A bit of trouble?" Lucia narrowed her eyes at him before shaking her head in disbelief. "You truly have no sense of scale," she said as she turned around. "Follow me." + +Without giving him a chance to respond, Lucia began leading Max away from the gathering of disciples. The crowd, which had been buzzing with ambition and resentment moments earlier, instinctively parted before her. + +Max did not question where she was taking him. At that moment, his only concern was putting distance between himself and the restless horde that seemed determined to trail him wherever he went. + +After a short while, they arrived before a massive teleportation portal. The structure was far larger than any portal Max had seen before, carved with complex runes that pulsed faintly with power. The air around it felt heavy and distorted, as though space itself was being folded and compressed in preparation for travel. + +As they approached, Carl spoke up calmly. "Max, this is our teleportation portal. Disciples can use it to travel anywhere within the Verdant Sky Realm. There are a few restricted locations that ordinary disciples cannot access, but aside from those, this portal connects to almost every major region of the realm." + +"Oh," Max replied, genuine interest flickering across his face. The sheer convenience of such a device made him keenly aware of how vast and structured the Divine Realm truly was. At the same time, curiosity crept into his thoughts as he wondered where exactly Lucia intended to take him. + +"Where are we going?" Max asked, turning his gaze toward her. + +"To meet Aunt Virelia," Lucia answered, her eyes fixed on him. "The trouble you caused this time is not something you can simply brush aside. You will have to answer for it." + +Max frowned slightly at her words, but he did not press further. Whatever awaited him on the other side of the portal, he knew that avoiding it was no longer an option. + +"You were meant to be summoned the moment you took that sword," Lucia said as they stepped through the portal, her tone calm but edged with seriousness. "However, you entered seclusion immediately afterward, and no one dared to disturb you. Now that you have stepped out, there is no delaying it any longer. You must answer directly to the Seven Main Families." + +"The Seven Main Families?" Max frowned slightly as the words settled in his mind. He already had a vague idea of what this meant, yet hearing it spoken so plainly carried a weight that could not be ignored. He remained silent, choosing to observe rather than speculate, knowing that whatever awaited him would soon become clear. + +The light of the teleportation portal faded behind them, and Max’s vision opened onto a sight that stole his breath. Before him stood a colossal palace, vast beyond imagination, stretching across the horizon like a sovereign entity unto itself. + +Endless black stone walls rose skyward, each surface carved with ancient draconic runes that pulsed faintly with dark crimson light. Massive pillars shaped like coiling black dragons supported towering arches, their eyes seemingly alive as they gazed down upon all who approached. + +Black flames burned steadily along the edges of the palace structures, not consuming the stone but instead reinforcing it, giving the entire complex an aura of eternal dominance. + +The palace grounds were layered and expansive, with countless terraces, elevated bridges and floating platforms suspended in the air by unknown forces. Above everything loomed a central spire so tall that its peak vanished into dark clouds swirling with draconic intent. + +From within those clouds, the faint silhouettes of enormous dragons could be seen circling slowly, their roars echoing distantly like thunder rolling across the heavens. The air itself felt heavier here, saturated with an overwhelming pressure that spoke of authority, power and absolute control. + +"This," Lucia said slowly, watching Max’s reaction, "is the Black Dragon Palace. The true palace controlled directly by the Seven Main Families." + +Max stood in silence, his eyes tracing every detail of the monumental structure before him. In that moment, he understood that everything he had encountered so far had only been a fragment of the Divine Realm’s true might. + +This palace was not merely a residence or a headquarters. It was a symbol of dominion, a place where the wills of the most powerful families converged, and now, because of one sword, he had been brought directly to its heart. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-139.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-139.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..17140cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-139.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 139: To the 2nd floor" +slug: "ch-139" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 139 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Under the chunk of lightning aura, Max sat quietly, slowly deepening his comprehension of the lightning elements. + +At this moment, everyone on the first floor was doing the same—sitting in front of the many chunks of rocks, their eyes closed in meditation. + +Time passed slowly: one hour, two hours, three hours, and so on. Those who had only reached around the 100-meter mark were the first to be kicked out of the comprehension space. + +After that, those in the 200-meter range, then 300 meters, and so on, were kicked out as their time ran out. + +Sometimes later those who were above the 200 minutes range or above like from 300 minutes to 400, to 500 minutes were also kicked out… Eventually, nearly all the geniuses were kicked out. Only Max remained, alone. + +His entire figure glowed with a barely visible blue light. His mind was filled with comprehensions of lightning aura. He stayed in a deep meditative state for hours. + +It wasn’t until his 1000 minutes had passed that Max opened his eyes. + +"I’ve reached the peak of Level 1 Lightning Aura," Max muttered, his face radiating joy. He was genuinely happy that he had accomplished what he set out to do. "Now, onto the second floor to comprehend Level 2 auras." He smiled in excitement as he thought of the Level 2 auras waiting for him on the second floor. + +Returning to the monolith, he noticed others were also standing nearby. + +"Are you guys planning to enter the second floor?" Max asked, glancing at them. All he got in response were strange looks from Princess Aveline, Nathan, Tom, and Evlin. + +"We’re not monsters like you," Princess Aveline said, glancing at Max. "Though our time in the comprehension section wasn’t as long as yours, it’s enough for us to comprehend an aura. So, we’re preparing to meditate under the protection of the monolith to finally comprehend our aura in peace." + +She looked at the others around her. "One cannot trust anyone when they’re defenseless while comprehending their auras." + +Max raised his brows at her words. He understood what she meant. Simply sitting on the first floor to comprehend auras might invite a sneak attack, even though attacking others wasn’t allowed. One simply couldn’t take that risk. + +"You guys do your thing, then," Max said to them, turning toward the blob in the air. "Send me to the second floor." + +The blob smiled and gestured toward the monolith. "This way." Max glanced at the monolith and noticed a small door had appeared at its base.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +"Go through, and you’ll enter the trial. If you pass, you’ll enter the second floor." + +Max nodded at the blob and was about to head inside the door when two masked men blocked his path. They were Sam and Dean. + +Find your next read at freewebnovel + +"What do you two want?" Max asked, frowning. + +Sam threw a small red ball the size of a nail at Max. + +Max caught it and immediately recognized what it was. "What is this for?" he asked. + +Sam smiled. "A show of goodwill from our Black Lotus Guild." With those words, they parted ways. + +Max frowned at their words but accepted the ball. He pinched it atop his holowatch, and it turned to dust, entering the device. + +[New data obtained. Do you wish to open it?] + +A new notification appeared on his holowatch. Max wondered what this was about but decided to check it later, once inside the monolith. + +With that, he nodded slightly at Sam and Dean before entering the door, disappearing into the monolith. + +--- + +Max found himself standing in a square room, glowing with blue arcs of light all around him. In the middle was a red glowing door. + +’Is this the way into the trial?’ Max mused, but curiosity got the better of him. + +He opened the contents of the message the Black Lotus Guild had given him and began reading slowly. + +His expression changed many times as he read—sometimes angry, sometimes solemn, and sometimes disgusted. But in the end, he was a little shocked after reading everything. + +Max was a bit speechless after learning all of this. + +To summarize, the message detailed Freya Voidwalker, his big sister, and her deal with the four super families. + +Basically, Freya had thwarted the Young Monarch’s plan to reach the Master Rank, which angered him immensely. In revenge, he nearly started a war in the East Region. However, before he could do so, Freya Voidwalker disappeared without a trace. + +But in reality, they had met face to face—Freya Voidwalker and the Young Monarch. + +The Young Monarch had wanted to wage war on the East Region, intending to annihilate the Phoenix Order Guild and other top guilds. However, Freya made a deal with him to prevent the war. + +In the deal, she revealed that Alice possessed Phoenix Flames, knowing the Young Monarch’s obsession with different types of flames. The Young Monarch gladly accepted the deal, unaware that it would be the last time he ever saw her. + +And that’s how Freya Voidwalker came to be known as the traitor of the Phoenix Order Guild. + +Later, in the shadows, Freya struck another deal with the Union Vanguard and the four super families because she believed one or more of the four major families might be under the control of the Young Monarch. + +The deal was simple: the Union Vanguard would protect Max Morgan from any threats until his awakening, and the four major families wouldn’t attack Max in any way. + +But the Union Vanguard refused the deal. They didn’t want anything to do with Freya. To get them on board, she compromised and adjusted the terms of the deal with the Union Vanguard. + +The new deal stated that the Union Vanguard would protect Max from all threats until his awakening, but they couldn’t interfere with any matters concerning Max after that. + +The Union Vanguard accepted this new deal. + +In return, Freya ensured that the Young Monarch wouldn’t start the war before reaching the Master Rank. The four major families gladly accepted the deal, as they weren’t prepared for war. The deal also included a clause that Max’s identity wouldn’t be revealed to any outside party not involved in the agreement. + +The deal was sealed with a Three-Way Deadly Contract. If any party broke the agreement, they would face punishment according to the contract. + +After that, Freya Voidwalker disappeared from the Lower Domain. + +It took take some moments for Max to come to terms with all that information. + +Max finally understood many things he had been unsure about. He recalled what happened with Nevin and the Awakening Dungeon. Everything started to make sense. Why then? Why wait until that moment? + +He also understood why a commander didn’t help him when he needed it, and why the Blades had been after him. + +Max took a moment to digest everything and sighed. "So, basically, I’m in all this trouble because of the mess created by my big sis?" He laughed wryly, already planning to scold her when he met her again. + +"The Black Lotus Guild sure has far-reaching influence," Max muttered, impressed by the mysteriousness of the guild. While other guilds remained ignorant about him and Freya Voidwalker, the Black Lotus Guild seemed to know everything. + +"It seems I’ll have to pay them a visit," he said, deciding to visit their guild after the temple trial. + +Following he entered the red door to and disappeared from the blue glowing room. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1390.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1390.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db7969c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1390.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1383: Forces of the Verdant Sky Realm" +slug: "ch-1390" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1390 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1133 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon after passing through the inner corridors of the palace, Max and Lucia arrived before Lady Virelia’s residence. The path leading to her room was quiet and solemn, lined with black stone walls etched with draconic patterns that seemed to breathe faintly with restrained power. + +Only Max and Lucia were permitted to proceed beyond this point, and so Carl remained outside, standing guard as the massive doors slowly closed behind them. + +Inside, the room was spacious yet austere, dominated by black crystal pillars and a faint glow of dark flames that hovered calmly in the air. Lady Virelia was already seated within, her presence alone making the space feel heavy with authority. The moment Max saw her, he stepped forward and bowed respectfully. + +"Master," Max greeted. + +"I like what you did three months ago," Lady Virelia said immediately, wasting no time on pleasantries. Her gaze was sharp yet calm as it rested on him. "I do not care what others may say. You were able to take that sword not because of luck or coincidence but because you possessed the ability to do so." + +She continued without pause. "That sword has remained in the Treasure Hall for more than a millennium. Not a single disciple managed to even touch it, let alone claim it. You succeeded, and that means the sword rightfully belongs to you. Do you understand?" + +"Yes, Master," Max replied firmly. He had never once considered giving up the sword. It had chosen him, and from the moment he grasped it, it had become a part of his path. + +Lady Virelia nodded in approval. "Do not concern yourself with the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Palace. Even though they rule this place and possess immense authority, they are not so shameless as to seize something a disciple has lawfully obtained from the Treasure Hall." + +She added calmly, "When you face them, you only need to answer a few questions. Nothing more." + +"I will keep that in mind," Max said, feeling some of the tension ease. + +Lady Virelia’s expression then turned more serious. "The real issue does not lie with our Black Dragon clan. It lies with the other two clans within the Verdant Sky Realm." + +"The other two clans?" Max asked, genuinely confused. "Who are they?" + +Lucia spoke up at that moment. "Have you not read the book about the Verdant Sky Realm? It lists all the major forces ruling our star realm." + +Max let out a wry laugh. "I was too absorbed in training and neglected to read it," he admitted. He vaguely recalled Carl giving him such a book, but at the time, cultivation and preparation had consumed all his focus. + +Lady Virelia studied Max in silence for a brief moment, as if weighing not only his strength but also his capacity to shoulder the consequences that followed it. When she finally spoke again, her voice was calm and controlled, yet every word carried unmistakable gravity. "Then it is time you learn. The sword you carry has placed you in the sight of forces far beyond the Black Dragon Palace alone. From this point onward, ignorance will only invite danger." + +She rose slowly from her seat and began to explain, her gaze drifting as if recalling long Chapters of history written in blood and flame. "The Verdant Sky Realm is ruled by two great factions. The first is known as the Divine Four Clans, which consist of the Azure Dragon Clan, the White Tiger Clan, the Black Tortoise Clan, and the Golden Phoenix Clan. These clans uphold ancient orthodox doctrines and present themselves as the guardians of balance within the star realm." + +Her eyes then sharpened slightly. "Opposing them are the Dark Trinity Clans. These include our own Black Dragon Clan, the Dark Phoenix Clan, and the Heavenly Kirin Clan. Though we are labeled as dark by the Divine Four, that title is born from ideology rather than morality. Our methods differ, our paths diverge, and because of that, conflict between the two sides has been inevitable." + +Lady Virelia paused, allowing Max to absorb the weight of what she was saying. "Throughout history, the Divine Four Clans and the Dark Trinity Clans have clashed countless times. Entire star regions have been scarred by their wars, and generations have grown up beneath the shadow of these battles. Despite this, there exists a delicate equilibrium that prevents open war from erupting at all times." + +She continued more slowly, her tone turning contemplative. "Within the Dark Trinity Clans, however, there has always been a mutual understanding. The Black Dragon Clan, the Dark Phoenix Clan, and the Heavenly Kirin Clan do not merely coexist. They function as allies bound by shared interests and survival. This understanding has kept our side unified even when facing pressure from the Divine Four." + +A soft sigh escaped her lips as she reached the heart of the matter. "Your actions have disturbed that balance. By taking the sword of the Sword Sovereign, you have unsettled the other two clans of the Dark Trinity. They are uneasy, not because the sword was taken, but because it was taken by a disciple of the Black Dragon Clan."𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Her gaze returned to Max, sharp and probing. "To them, this symbolizes a shift. The Sword Sovereign was a figure respected and feared across the Divine Realm, and his blade carries authority beyond mere power. The Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan now fear that the Black Dragon Clan may gain an overwhelming advantage, and that fear has pushed the fragile mutual understanding to the brink of fracture." + +She concluded in a low, steady voice, "Whether you intended it or not, your rise has already begun to reshape the political currents of the Verdant Sky Realm. From this moment onward, every step you take will be watched, weighed, and judged by forces that do not tolerate uncertainty." + +Max frowned deeply as Lady Virelia’s explanation settled in his mind. None of this had ever been his intention. He had not sought influence, nor had he wished to disturb the fragile balance of the Verdant Sky Realm. + +All he had wanted was a sword that resonated with his path, a blade that would not shatter beneath his strength or betray him in battle. Yet that single choice had already pulled him into a web of power struggles far greater than himself. He let out a slow breath, steadying his thoughts, before finally voicing the doubt that had been forming in his heart. + +"So this is why I was summoned," Max said, his tone calm but edged with unease. "Not only to be judged for taking the sword, but also because the palace intends to use me as a piece against the other two forces of the Dark Trinity. Is that correct?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1391.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1391.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8fbce61 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1391.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1384: Objective of the other two clans" +slug: "ch-1391" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1391 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1199 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You have grasped the surface of it, but that is not the whole matter," Lady Virelia said, her gaze steady as she looked at Max. Her voice carried a weight that made it clear the situation ran deeper than simple political pressure. "The Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan have already made their move. Each of them has sent a candidate from their younger generation to challenge you directly. Their condition is straightforward. If you are defeated, the Dragonheart Sword will be sealed once more and returned to the place where it remained untouched for thousands of years." + +Max sneered faintly at her words, a cold glint flashing through his eyes. "Even if I were to lose," he said slowly, "do they truly believe that no one from the Black Dragon Clan would ever use that sword again? Do they think the blade would simply become irrelevant after tasting battle once more?" + +"It is not that simple," Lady Virelia replied, shaking her head. "I believe you have already sensed it yourself. That sword is not a lifeless weapon. It possesses its own will and intelligence. Until it acknowledges someone as truly worthy, it will remain nothing more than a beautiful piece of metal in anyone else’s hands. Power alone is not enough to awaken it." + +She paused briefly, then continued with a quiet sigh. "Why do you think the Black Dragon Clan never attempted to wield that sword before this? Why do you think the sword was placed there at the Treasure Hall for thousands of years? Do you believe we lacked experts strong enough to try?" + +Max’s eyes widened slightly as the implication struck him. "Do not tell me that all of you..." + +"Yes," Lady Virelia said, confirming his unspoken thought. "No one succeeded. Over the years, elder after elder attempted to use the Dragonheart Sword. Some tried to suppress it with brute force, others tried to resonate with it through bloodline and cultivation, but the sword never acknowledged a single one of them. In the end, we had no choice but to honor the request left behind by the Dragonheart Sword Sovereign himself. We placed the sword within the Treasure Hall and ensured it could only be taken by a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace, trusting that one day someone worthy would appear." + +Her eyes rested on Max once more, calm yet heavy with expectation, as if the unspoken truth hung clearly between them. + +"I see, so their true intention is to make sure the Dragonheart Sword is never wielded again," Max said with a faint smile, his tone calm yet edged with quiet defiance. + +Lady Virelia nodded slowly, her expression composed. "That is precisely their goal. If the sword cannot be reclaimed by force, then they would rather see it sealed forever than allow it to become a symbol of dominance for the Black Dragon Clan." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered her words, then he asked in a steady voice, "And what if they fail? What if I defeat every candidate they send?" + +A subtle smile appeared on Lady Virelia’s lips. "In that case, they will have no choice but to acknowledge you and, by extension, the authority of the Black Dragon Clan. The balance within the Dark Trinity Clans will shift, and their fragile understanding will solidify once more, with our clan standing at the forefront as its leader." + +Her smile faded into a more serious expression as she continued. "Do not underestimate what lies ahead. They have had three full months to observe you, to gather every scrap of information available, and to prepare their candidates accordingly. They will not come lightly, and they will not repeat the mistakes of the past." + +"I will see," Max replied, his smile deepening rather than fading. There was no arrogance in his demeanor, only quiet confidence. What he had displayed three months ago in the Divine Colosseum was merely a surface glimpse of his strength, a shadow of what he truly possessed, and the thought that others believed they had already seen all of him only made the coming confrontation more interesting in his eyes. + +Max’s thoughts darkened for a brief moment before he voiced them aloud, his gaze steady. "What about the Heron Family? They seem to carry a deep grudge against me. Would they not try to stir trouble here?"𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Lady Virelia answered without hesitation, her voice calm and assured. "Do not concern yourself with them. The Heron Family is only one among the seven main families. They do not rule the Black Dragon Palace alone, nor can they act without consequence. If they attempt anything improper, the Black Dragon Palace as a whole will not tolerate it, and our Grimes Family will certainly not remain idle." + +Her words settled Max’s unease. He nodded slowly, his expression firm. "Then let us finish this." + +"If you are ready," Lady Virelia said as she rose from her seat, "we will proceed to the main hall." + +Max stood as well, and together with Lucia, they followed Lady Virelia through the inner corridors of the Black Dragon Palace. The path grew wider and more solemn with every step, the air itself carrying an invisible pressure that grew heavier the closer they came. + +Massive doors carved with ancient dragon motifs slowly parted before them, and the moment they crossed the threshold, Max felt as though he had stepped into the heart of the entire Verdant Sky Realm. + +The main hall was vast beyond reason, its ceiling so high it vanished into shadows where enormous black dragon reliefs coiled among clouds of dark flame. At the very front, seated upon elevated thrones carved from obsidian and gold, were the seven family heads of the seven major families of the Black Dragon Palace. + +Each of them radiated an overwhelming presence that pressed upon the soul, not through open hostility but through sheer authority accumulated over countless years. Their gazes were calm, sharp, and impossible to ignore, as though a single glance from them could pierce straight through one’s thoughts. + +Behind the seven family heads sat rows upon rows of elder figures, each one an existence that would have been revered as an absolute powerhouse anywhere else in the Divine Realm. Their expressions varied, some curious, some indifferent, some faintly cold, yet every one of them carried an aura that spoke of long cultivation and countless battles survived. + +Further back, arranged in disciplined order, were the leaders of the thirty six halls of the Black Dragon Palace, the pillars that governed the daily workings of the palace and guided its countless disciples. Their presence formed another layer of pressure, less suffocating than that of the family heads but no less imposing. + +As Max walked forward beside Lady Virelia and Lucia, he could feel countless eyes falling upon him from every direction. Some held interest, others scrutiny, and a few barely concealed hostility. + +Yet Max kept his posture straight and his expression composed, fully aware that this hall was not merely a place of judgment but a stage where his future standing within the Black Dragon Palace and perhaps the entire Verdant Sky Realm would begin to take shape. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1392.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1392.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..43f9b7d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1392.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1385: Questions!" +slug: "ch-1392" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1392 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1141 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max stepped fully into the center before the leaders of the Black Dragon Palace, an unbearable pressure descended upon him without warning. It was as though the weight of the heavens had fallen directly onto his shoulders, crushing down with merciless force. + +His breathing slowed, his blood felt heavier, and even his bones seemed to groan under the invisible oppression. In that instant, Max truly felt like an ant standing before ancient gods, his very existence on the verge of being erased by their mere presence. + +Yet that sensation vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. A deep and ancient calm surged from within him, spreading through his body like a stabilizing tide. The title of Primordial resonated silently, anchoring his existence against the overwhelming authority pressing down on him. His spine straightened, his gaze steadied, and his heart returned to an even rhythm.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +When the pressure faded, Max stood tall and composed, as if nothing extraordinary had occurred at all. + +This scene did not go unnoticed. The seven family leaders seated at the front, along with the thirty six hall leaders and the many elders behind them, all narrowed their eyes slightly in disbelief. Even seasoned core disciples would struggle to remain composed under the unconscious pressure released in this hall, often breaking into cold sweat or instinctively bowing their heads. + +Yet Max showed no sign of strain, no tremor in his stance, and no hint of fear in his eyes. The quiet confidence he displayed sent a ripple of surprise through the assembly. + +"It is no wonder he was chosen by the sword of the Sword Sovereign," Matthew Grimes, the head of the Grimes Family, murmured softly, nodding in approval as his gaze lingered on Max. + +At that moment, a middle aged man stepped forward from the front of the hall. His presence was calm and restrained, yet it carried a depth that far surpassed most of those present. + +"Max Morgan," he said clearly, his voice echoing through the vast hall without effort. "I am Charley Waller, the Grand Elder of the Black Dragon Palace. Understand this clearly, the Black Dragon Palace and the Black Dragon Clan are not the same entity. I stand here as the Grand Elder of the Palace itself. You may address me as Elder Waller." + +"Greetings, Elder Waller," Max replied respectfully, bowing his head without hesitation. + +Grand Elder Waller nodded once before continuing. "You have been summoned to the main hall of the Black Dragon Palace today because you were able to take away the sword of the Sword Sovereign. This matter concerns not only our palace but the balance of forces within the Verdant Sky Realm." + +He paused briefly, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "The leaders gathered here will ask you several questions. You need only answer them truthfully. Is this acceptable to you?" + +"I have no objections," Max replied calmly. + +"Very well," Grand Elder Waller said, turning slightly as his voice rose to address the entire hall. "Let the Black Dragon Court commence." + +"Max Morgan, what trick did you use to make the sword agree to be taken away by you?" The first question was thrown with deliberate calm by a middle aged man seated among the seven family leaders. His posture was relaxed and his expression neutral, yet the sharp edge of sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss, as if he had already decided that Max’s success must have come from deception rather than merit. + +Max met his gaze without flinching, momentarily wondering why the hostility felt so direct, before Lady Virelia’s voice echoed softly in his mind through a voice transmission. "That is Garry Heron, the leader of the Heron Family." + +The moment he heard that name, understanding dawned. + +Max smiled faintly, then turned his full attention back to the man questioning him. "I asked the sword whether it intended to remain there forever, buried in the Treasure Hall and gathering dust, or whether it wanted to follow me and cut through everything in this world. I told it that with me, it would not be an ornament admired from afar but a blade whose name alone would make enemies tremble. I called it Dragonheart, and it chose to come." + +For a brief moment, silence swept across the hall. Garry Heron’s eyes widened slightly before his composure cracked. "Are you mocking us?" he demanded, his voice rising despite himself. "Do you truly expect us to believe that such a sword yielded to mere words? If it were that simple, the Black Dragon Palace would not have failed for thousands of years." + +Max shrugged lightly, his tone unbothered. "You asked me a question and I answered it honestly. If you find the answer unacceptable, that is not something I can change." + +"How dare you speak to me in such a manner?" Garry shouted, anger finally spilling through his restraint as his aura stirred dangerously. + +"Garry, that is enough." Matthew Grimes spoke calmly from his seat, a faint smile on his lips as he glanced in Garry’s direction. "He answered your question directly and did nothing beyond that. There is no need to complicate matters." + +Garry Heron glared at Matthew for several seconds, his jaw tightening, before he snorted coldly and leaned back into his seat, choosing silence over further confrontation. + +A soft cough echoed through the hall as another leader stepped forward. "I am Henry Lumin, head of the Lumin Family," the middle aged man said, his tone far more measured. "I am curious about something else. Among countless weapons within the Treasure Hall, why did you choose that particular sword? Was there something special that drew you to it?" + +Max inclined his head slightly. "Elder Soren of the Treasure Hall explained to me that the higher a weapon was placed, the higher its quality would be. Understanding this, I simply aimed for the highest weapon present. There was no other hidden reason." + +Henry Lumin nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I see. That explanation is reasonable." + +Another figure spoke next, his voice deep and direct. "I am Victor Veron, head of the Veron Family." His eyes locked onto Max with sharp intensity. "Tell me this plainly. Will you ever turn your sword against the Black Dragon Palace or the Black Dragon Clan?" + +The bluntness of the question caused a subtle stir among the elders. Max paused for a brief moment, then answered with calm certainty. "I have no reason to oppose the Black Dragon Clan. I am a mortal who was accepted as a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace, and for that I hold gratitude, not resentment. I do not see a future where I would ever raise my sword against the Black Dragon Palace." + +Victor Veron studied him in silence for a heartbeat, then nodded once in approval. "Very well." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1393.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1393.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1a02c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1393.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1386: Answers!" +slug: "ch-1393" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1393 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1071 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I am Lilith Carol, head of the Carol Family." At this moment, a dignified woman seated among the seven family leaders spoke, her gaze steady and unreadable as it settled on Max. Her voice was calm yet carried an authority that made the surrounding elders fall silent. "Tell me, how would you feel if I asked you to hand over that sword to another disciple of the Black Dragon Palace?" + +Max did not hesitate. His expression remained composed and his voice was clear as he answered. "Honestly, I would come to hate the Black Dragon Palace for that decision. I was the one who subdued this sword, and the sword chose me. If it were taken from me and handed to someone else, it would mean that my efforts and the sword’s own will were both disregarded." + +Lilith Carol studied him for a moment, then asked again in a slightly different tone. "And what if such an action were taken for the greater good of the Verdant Sky Realm?" + +A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Max’s lips, though his tone remained controlled. "Let us not jump to conclusions. If there exists another disciple besides me who can truly use this sword and be acknowledged by it, then I am willing to step aside and give it up without resistance. However, if I am ordered to surrender the sword to someone who has not been chosen by it, then I would believe the Black Dragon Palace has ulterior motives. Should that happen, my trust in the Black Dragon Palace and even the Black Dragon Clan would inevitably be shaken." + +The moment his words settled, a ripple of unrest spread through the hall. Murmurs rose as elders leaned toward one another, exchanging glances and whispering their opinions. Some frowned at his bluntness, others nodded quietly as if finding his reasoning difficult to refute. The air itself seemed heavier as the weight of his stance became clear to everyone present. + +After this, the questioning continued. Other leaders among the seven major families stepped forward one after another, joined at times by leaders of the thirty six halls. Their questions ranged from probing his moral boundaries to testing his loyalty and gauging whether ambition or cruelty lay hidden beneath his calm exterior. + +Some asked whether he would sacrifice himself for the Black Dragon Palace, while others sought to understand his principles when faced with power and temptation. + +Throughout it all, Max remained steady. He answered each question directly and honestly, neither embellishing his words nor withholding his true thoughts. He spoke only what was necessary, revealing enough to show his character without offering anything that could be twisted against him. + +By the time the questioning drew to a close, the hall had fallen into a contemplative silence, as many began to realize that the sword was not the only dangerous thing Max Morgan carried with him. + +"I am Matthew Grimes." At this moment, the head of the Grimes Family finally spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an authority that immediately stilled the faint murmurs in the grand hall. His gaze rested on Max with a mixture of interest and quiet appraisal. "Tell me, how would you like to deal with the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan?" + +"This junior greets the head of the Grimes Family." Max bowed deeply, his posture respectful and sincere. Anyone paying close attention could clearly see that this was the first time he had bowed since entering the hall, and that this bow was offered to Matthew Grimes alone. He straightened his back afterward and met Matthew’s gaze without hesitation. + +"As for the question Lord Grimes has asked, I have a straightforward answer." A faint smile appeared on his face. "If they wish to fight me, then I will give them that fight. I will make it clear to them that the Black Dragon Palace is not a place where anyone can come, make demands, and walk away unscathed." + +"Oh?" Matthew Grimes raised an eyebrow slightly, his interest visibly piqued. "You speak as if you are confident in victory." At these words, the attention of the entire hall converged on Max. Even the elders who had remained indifferent earlier now focused intently on him. + +Max did not flinch under their gazes. He smiled calmly and answered in an even tone. "If the candidates they send are limited to the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm, then I have a ninety percent chance of defeating them." His words were measured, leaving room for humility despite the boldness of the claim. + +A sharp scoff echoed from one side of the hall. "Arrogant." The leader of the Twelfth Hall spoke with a frown. "You are only at the eighth level of Divine Rank, yet you claim you can defeat opponents at the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. Such words sound absurd, no matter how one looks at it." + +Max turned his gaze toward the speaker, his expression solemn rather than offended. "This concerns the honor of the Black Dragon Palace," he said firmly. "I would never joke about such a matter. My combat strength has already been demonstrated in the Divine Colosseum, and that record is something any of you may verify. I would not stake the reputation of this palace on empty bravado." + +He paused briefly, then continued with a respectful tone. "If I may make a single request of the esteemed elders present here, it is this. The candidates sent against me must be at or below the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. That is all I ask." + +Silence fell across the hall after his words. The elders exchanged glances, some thoughtful, others sharp with calculation. The weight of the moment pressed down heavily, until Matthew Grimes finally spoke again. + +"Your request is accepted," he said, his voice steady and resolute. A faint smile curved his lips, carrying a hint of pride. "Do the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan truly believe they can push us around simply because they wish to? Then it is time we remind them who stands at the head of the Dark Trinity Clans." + +As his words echoed through the hall, a subtle shift in the atmosphere occurred. It was no longer merely a discussion about a sword or a single disciple, but the beginning of a declaration of dominance, with Max Morgan standing at its very center. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1394.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1394.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..785b982 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1394.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1387: Dark Phoenix and Heavenly Kirin Clan!" +slug: "ch-1394" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1394 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1203 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Battle Arena of the Black Dragon Palace was already overflowing long before the battle was about to begin. Rows upon rows of outer disciples filled the lower stands, while the higher platforms were occupied by inner disciples whose presence alone caused the surrounding air to feel heavier. + +Waves of anticipation rolled through the crowd as countless gazes remained fixed on the arena floor, waiting for the one whose name had shaken the entire Verdant Sky Realm. + +Max arrived at the arena alongside Lady Virelia, with Carl and Lucia following closely behind. The moment his figure appeared at the entrance, a subtle shift rippled through the arena. Whispers spread like wildfire, eyes narrowing and widening in equal measure as attention locked onto him. + +Max remained calm, his expression steady, yet the moment his gaze swept across the arena, his brows furrowed slightly. At the center of the arena, beside the seven family heads, stood two distinct groups whose presence made his instincts recoil. + +A faint sense of rejection stirred within his body, subtle yet unmistakable. Max narrowed his eyes, observing them more carefully. Dark phoenix flames flickered faintly around one group, elegant yet ominous, while the other exuded a restrained but domineering aura reminiscent of ancient divine beasts. + +’Is it their bloodline?’ Max wondered silently. The Dark Phoenix Bloodline and the Heavenly Kirin Bloodline were part of the Dark Trinity, just like the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, yet instead of familiarity, his bloodline responded with resistance, as if rejecting their existence outright. + +"So this is the child who took the sword of the Sword Sovereign and made the entire Divine Realm tremble?" A mature woman stepped forward from the Dark Phoenix Clan. Her dark violet hair flowed down her back like burning twilight, and her eyes carried an ancient, piercing sharpness. + +Raven Sunborne, the matriarch of the Dark Phoenix Clan, assessed Max from head to toe without hiding her disdain. "You do not look like much. An eighth level Divine Rank cultivator who still carries the aura of someone fresh from ascension. Tell me, how did the sword possibly recognize you as its master?" + +"Perhaps I am simply the one the sword has been waiting for," Max replied with a faint smile, his tone light and unbothered. + +"Destined one?" Raven Sunborne’s expression darkened, her lips curling into a cold sneer. "Do not throw such words around lightly. True destined ones are figures who stand at the peak of their generation, leaders who bend eras to their will. Looking at you, all I see is someone who barely finished adapting to the Divine Realm." + +Max merely shrugged, his calm demeanor unchanged. He had spoken in jest, yet it was clear she had taken his words far more seriously than intended. + +"Matthew," a deep voice cut in, heavy with authority and impatience. The clan head of the Heavenly Kirin Clan, Jeremy Jordan, finally spoke, his gaze fixed solely on Max. Unlike Raven Sunborne, his focus was sharp and direct, devoid of mockery. "Has this child truly agreed to our challenge or not?"𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +For him, nothing else mattered. The Dragonheart Sword was a threat that could not be ignored. If it remained active, acknowledged by a disciple of the Black Dragon Clan, then the balance within the Dark Trinity would tilt dangerously. + +He feared that one day, with that sword in hand, the Black Dragon Clan might rise above both the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan. That possibility alone was enough to make the sword unacceptable. + +It was for this reason that both clans had convened emergency meetings the moment news spread. Their decision had been swift and resolute. The sword must be sealed away once more, returned to its dormant state where it could threaten no one. Beyond internal rivalry, there was a deeper concern. + +As long as the sword of the Sword Sovereign was active within a third rate star realm like the Verdant Sky Realm, it would draw the eyes of second rate and first rate star realms. Should such forces descend upon them, none of the Dark Trinity Clans would have the power to resist. + +And so they stood here now, not merely to challenge Max, but to erase the sword’s presence from the world once again, no matter the cost. + +Matthew nodded with a faint smile, his expression calm yet resolute as he spoke in a steady voice. "He did agree to it, but he set a clear condition from the very beginning. The two candidates he will face from the two clans must not have cultivation higher than the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm, because anything beyond that would no longer be a fair challenge." + +"The eighth level of the Rebirth Realm?" Clan Head Jeremy repeated, a slow smile spreading across his face as though he found the demand almost amusing. "You should already know how things work among our three clans. Our disciples only compete against one another once they have reached the peak of the Rebirth Realm or higher, and because of that tradition, the candidates we selected are all at the peak of the Rebirth Realm and beyond." + +Matthew shook his head lightly, his tone firm as he responded without hesitation. "If that is the case, then there will be no battle at all and the challenge will not take place. Under such conditions, the agreement becomes meaningless." + +Jeremy’s smile faded slightly as he looked at Matthew, his brows knitting together with irritation. "Why must you be so troublesome, Matthew?" he asked with a hint of accusation in his voice. "Are you protecting him simply because he joined your Grimes Family, or is there something else behind this?" + +Matthew let out a cold sneer, his eyes sharpening as he met Jeremy’s gaze head-on. "Do not try to change the subject, Jeremy. You and I both know exactly what you are doing. Sending peak Rebirth Realm disciples against someone who is only at the eighth level of the Divine Rank is nothing short of shameless. If the candidates you send are not at or below the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm, then there will be no challenge at all, and you might as well turn around and go home." + +Clan Head Jeremy fell silent, his expression darkening as his thoughts churned. He had originally intended to use peak Rebirth Realm disciples to completely suppress Max through sheer overwhelming strength, leaving no room for resistance or dignity, yet it was now clear that such a plan would not be allowed to pass so easily. + +After a brief pause, another voice entered the discussion. + +"Very well, then we will send two candidates at the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm," Clan Head Raven of the Dark Phoenix Clan said calmly, her tone carrying a trace of reluctant concession. She continued with a faint sigh, "Just so you are aware, our original intention was to send two disciples at the Law Awakening Realm. We believed their strength was the most appropriate for a battle of this nature, neither too low to be placed among the outer disciples nor too high to stand among the core disciples, but since matters have come to this, we will comply." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1395.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1395.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ab07ae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1395.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1388: Max’s Conditions!" +slug: "ch-1395" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1395 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Matthew was about to voice his agreement with Clan Head Raven’s proposal, Max suddenly spoke up in a calm and unhurried tone, his voice cutting through the tension in the hall with surprising clarity. "I have another condition," he said, as though he were merely adding a small detail to an already settled matter. + +The moment his words fell, every person present turned to look at him, expressions ranging from surprise to irritation, as the focus of the discussion shifted entirely onto the young man standing there without a trace of nervousness. + +"What else do you want, kid?" Clan Head Jeremy asked with a deep frown, his patience clearly wearing thin as he stared at Max with undisguised displeasure. + +"You are asking for far too much for a mere mortal," Clan Head Raven added coldly, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked down on him. To her, the very idea that a mortal would dare to set conditions before great clans of the Divine Realm was something bordering on insolence. + +Max simply shrugged his shoulders, his expression relaxed as though he were unaffected by their hostility. "What can I say?" he replied casually. "I was forced into this battle in the first place." + +Matthew turned his gaze toward Max, his tone remaining steady and composed despite the rising tension. "What is your condition, Max?" he asked. + +From his experience, he could already tell that Max was far from simple minded, and whatever he was about to demand would likely place the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan in an uncomfortable position. + +Max smiled faintly before speaking, his words measured and deliberate. "First, I want a treasure that can help me break into the Rebirth Realm, and another treasure that can support my cultivation within the Rebirth Realm, allowing me to advance multiple times until I can ultimately reach the peak of that realm." + +After a brief pause, he continued with an almost offhand tone. "Second, I want the inheritance techniques of your two clans. Now that I have said it out loud, I suppose there are only two conditions. That was my mistake." + +The atmosphere instantly turned heavy. Clan Head Raven’s face twisted with fury, and she shouted the moment Max finished speaking. "How dare a mortal demand the inheritance techniques of our clans?" she roared. "You are nothing more than a mortal who was lucky enough to gain a chance to ascend to the Divine Realm, so behave like one. Do not think that being selected as a disciple of the Black Dragon Clan makes you anything special." + +"She is right," Clan Head Jeremy said grimly, his voice carrying a sharp edge as he looked at Max. "There might have been a slight possibility of fulfilling your first condition, but the second one is completely out of the question. For a mortal, you place far too much value on yourself. That demand will never be met." + +Max raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of disbelief as he looked at the two clan heads. "Are you serious?" he asked calmly. "Your two clans challenged me with the condition that if I lose, I must seal away the sword forever, yet in return you are unwilling to meet even my conditions." + +His voice grew colder as he continued, his gaze unwavering. "Do you take me for a fool or an idiot? You should understand by now that nothing in this world comes without a price, and this situation is no different. If you want me to accept your challenge, then you must fulfill my conditions. Otherwise, forget about it entirely. I would rather walk away than risk my sword for nothing." + +Max had always lived by the principle of equivalent exchange. If someone sought to take his life, he would respond in kind without hesitation. When others placed stakes on a battle, he would do the same, because he refused to be the one who stood to lose everything while gaining nothing in return, no matter the circumstances. + +"I agree with Max," Matthew said with a smile that carried both warmth and quiet pressure. "For this challenge, you are asking him to give up a sword that could turn him into a true genius of the Divine Realm, yet in return you are unwilling to even consider accepting his conditions. As Max has already said, there is nothing free in this world, so I advise the two of you to think this through carefully before making a decision you may regret." + +After hearing Max’s words and then Matthew’s clear support, Clan Head Jeremy and Clan Head Raven both fell into silence, their gazes meeting for a brief moment before turning distant. It was obvious to everyone present that they had begun communicating in secret through voice transmission, exchanging thoughts too sensitive to be spoken aloud in front of the others. + +For the two clans, the matter of the Dragonheart Sword falling into the hands of a disciple of the Black Dragon Clan was no small issue. At present, there was a fragile balance among the three forces, with all of them standing at roughly the same level of strength, maintaining a cautious harmony.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +However, if Max were allowed to keep the Sword Sovereign’s blade and remain within the Black Dragon Clan for even a thousand years, they feared that balance would inevitably collapse. It would not take long for the Black Dragon Clan to rise above the others and assume the position of leader among the Dark Trinity Clans. + +If such a shift were to occur, it would only be a matter of time before the Black Dragon Clan began to dominate their two clans entirely, merging them into a single overwhelming force. That unified power would possess the potential to challenge even the Divine Four Clans and might ultimately rise to become the strongest force within the entire Verdant Sky Realm. + +It was precisely because of this looming possibility that they were determined to see the sword sealed away forever, no matter the cost. + +And now that Max was threatening to not accept their challenge because of his conditions really put them into a serious situation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1396.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1396.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d01141 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1396.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1389: Coming to Terms" +slug: "ch-1396" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1396 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After considering Max’s conditions for a moment, Clan Head Raven of the Dark Phoenix Clan and Clan Head Jeremy of the Heavenly Kirin Clan exchanged a brief look before arriving at a joint decision. The tension in the hall eased slightly as it became clear that they were prepared to make a counterproposal rather than reject his demands outright. + +"We can accept your first condition and provide you with resources sufficient to push your cultivation all the way to the peak of the Rebirth Realm," Clan Head Jeremy said slowly, his tone measured and deliberate. "However, regarding your second condition, we have a proposition of our own." + +"I am listening," Max replied with a smile, his posture relaxed as though he had already anticipated this turn of events. + +Clan Head Jeremy returned the smile and continued, his eyes gleaming with calculation. "Your second condition, the one in which you demand the inheritance techniques of our two clans, can only be fulfilled if you manage to become the champion of the Tri Clan Tournament, which will be held one year from now." + +He paused briefly before adding with a faint smirk, "Furthermore, both of these conditions will only come into effect if you succeed in defeating the two candidates we send today. If you lose even one of those two battles, then your sword will be sealed away permanently and all of your conditions will be rendered invalid." + +Max found their proposal acceptable, yet there was one detail he needed clarified before giving his answer. "What exactly is the Tri Clan Tournament?" he asked, his curiosity evident despite his calm demeanor. + +"I almost forgot that you are a mortal who only joined us a few months ago," Clan Head Jeremy said as he shook his head and let out a light laugh. "The Tri Clan Tournament is a competition held between the inner disciples of our three clans, and its purpose is to determine the ten strongest among them. Those who place within the top ten are rewarded generously and are granted the opportunity to enter the Divine Essence Cultivation Pool, a place to which only our three clans have access." + +He continued with a more serious expression, "That cultivation pool is one of the most valuable assets shared by our three clans, which is why only the geniuses who rank within the top ten of the Tri Clan Tournament are allowed to enter it. If you wish to obtain the inheritance techniques of our two clans, then you will not only have to participate, but you will have to win the entire tournament and stand above all others." + +"I see," Max said as he nodded in understanding, his expression thoughtful as he absorbed the implications of what he had just heard. In his mind, he quickly organized the information, realizing that it was indeed a competition among the three clans and that only by winning that tournament would he gain the right to cultivate their inheritance techniques. + +After pondering the matter for a brief moment, he lifted his head and spoke with firm resolve. "Alright, I hereby accept your proposition." + +"Good," Clan Head Jeremy said with a satisfied smile before turning his gaze toward Matthew Grimes. "Shall we begin the battles now?" + +Matthew returned the smile, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Let us get this started."𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +With all parties in agreement, the members of the three clans moved toward the edge of the arena, forming distinct groups as they took their positions to observe the coming clash. + +The vast space soon felt heavy with anticipation, and as the crowd settled, only one figure remained standing at the center of the arena, and that figure was Max. + +"I will send my candidate first," Clan Head Jeremy said to Clan Head Raven, his expression solemn and serious. "Although the chances of him losing are slim, if he does lose to Max, then you already know who should be sent next." + +"I know," Clan Head Raven replied with a faint smile as her gaze shifted toward a young woman standing quietly beside her. There was not the slightest trace of worry on her face, because she had no doubt that Max would eventually fall to their arrangement. + +For Max to continue wielding that sword, he would have to win both of his battles, whereas for them to seal his sword away forever, they only needed to claim victory in a single match. In Clan Head Raven’s mind, the outcome had already been decided the moment she chose that young woman as one of their candidates. + +"Send out your first candidate," Matthew said at that moment, directing his words toward the two clan heads with a calm yet authoritative tone. + +Clan Head Jeremy smiled and nodded. "Jonathan, you go." + +"Leave it to me," Jonathan replied confidently. He was a dark red haired man who appeared to be in his late thirties, though his true age was certainly measured in centuries rather than years. With steady steps, he entered the arena and came to a stop before Max, standing opposite him as the two faced each other in silence, the atmosphere between them growing increasingly tense. + +"I am Jonathan," Jonathan said with a confident smile as he introduced himself, his posture relaxed yet filled with restrained power as his gaze settled on Max. + +"Max," Max replied simply, returning the introduction with the same calm demeanor, his expression betraying neither arrogance nor fear as he faced his opponent. + +"I will be overseeing this battle and the one that follows," Lady Virelia announced as she descended and hovered in the air between them, her presence immediately imposing and authoritative. The moment her eyes swept across the arena, she spoke a single word with unmistakable finality. "Start." + +The instant her command echoed, Max moved. Activating the Extreme Speed from the Storm King’s Inheritance, his figure vanished in a crackle of red lightning, transforming into a blazing streak as he appeared directly before Jonathan in the blink of an eye. + +Without hesitation, Max unleashed the Absolute Reaper inheritance, and a sphere of raging black flames erupted around Jonathan, swallowing him completely before he could make a single move. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1397.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1397.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3fbf39d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1397.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1390: Useless Inheritances" +slug: "ch-1397" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1397 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1340 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Max was about to trigger the detonation of the dark sphere, an unexpected surge of power burst from within. Jonathan shattered free from the black flames, his figure erupting outward as if reborn from fire, and he came flying toward Max with the ferocity of a dark phoenix. + +Black flames clung to Jonathan’s body, and a pair of phoenix wings formed behind his back, radiating an oppressive aura as he closed the distance and launched a punch straight at Max. + +Max’s eyes narrowed in surprise. He had never anticipated that Jonathan would break free from the Absolute Reaper so easily, let alone counterattack immediately. Still, his reaction was swift. Drawing upon the Flame Tyrant Inheritance, blazing flames surged from his right hand and condensed into a massive gauntlet of fire as he swung his fist forward to meet Jonathan’s incoming strike head on. + +A thunderous explosion echoed across the arena as their fists collided. To Max’s astonishment, the impact forced him to retreat, his body sliding backward as he took five solid steps before managing to steady himself. + +Something felt wrong. As Max stabilized his stance, his brows furrowed in confusion. His flame inheritance techniques felt strangely weak, far weaker than they should have been, and the sensation unsettled him deeply. + +His Absolute Reaper sphere had been shattered with ease, and even the punch empowered by the Flame Tyrant Inheritance had been overwhelmed. This could not be mere coincidence, yet he could not immediately grasp the reason behind it. + +What Max did not know was that the three inheritances he had obtained back in Obsidian Dragon City were never intended to be dominant techniques in the Divine Realm. They were inheritances designed for the mortal realm, powerful there but fundamentally limited when facing true Divine Realm geniuses. + +Lucia had only learned those inheritances to broaden her experience, seeking quantity and understanding rather than absolute strength, and that path had led her to master many techniques meant for lower realms. + +Jonathan, on the other hand, was an eighth level Rebirth Realm genius who was undoubtedly using inheritance techniques passed down by the Dark Phoenix Clan, techniques crafted specifically for the Divine Realm. + +It was this fundamental difference that caused Max’s flame inheritance techniques to feel suppressed and ineffective, giving him the unsettling realization that his usual advantages were no longer enough in this battle. + +Up in the air, Lady Virelia watched the exchange unfold with a composed expression, yet her thoughts were clear and sharp. She knew that if Max did not possess other methods beyond what he had already shown, then this battle would inevitably end in his defeat, because the gap between mortal realm techniques and true Divine Realm inheritances was not something that could be bridged through talent alone. + +"I have never seen any disciple of the Black Dragon Palace use those inheritance techniques," Jonathan said calmly, a faint smile resting on his lips as he looked at Max with measured confidence. "Either those techniques are inherently weak, or you must have learned them in the mortal worlds." + +He paused briefly before continuing, his tone turning slightly condescending. "Techniques from the mortal worlds are only suited for the mortal worlds. Once brought into the Divine Realm, their power becomes insignificant." + +"I see," Max replied as he nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful rather than offended. "They are indeed from the mortal worlds." At that moment, everything finally made sense to him. The weakness he had felt earlier was not an illusion or a miscalculation, but a limitation built into the very nature of those inheritance techniques, which had never been designed for the Divine Realm. + +Jonathan smiled again, clearly satisfied by Max’s admission. "So tell me, do you have any other trump cards, or is this all you can do?" he asked casually. "Because what you have shown so far is far from enough to defeat me." + +"You do not need to worry about that," Max replied with a calm smile, his confidence unshaken. "Just come at me." + +"As you wish," Jonathan said as his dark phoenix wings, formed entirely of black flames, spread wide and flapped powerfully. In an instant, he shot toward Max at an unimaginable speed, leaving behind streaks of scorching black fire. A black flaming spear formed in his hand, and while the shaft of the weapon burned with deep black flames, its spearhead glowed an ominous red, radiating a terrifying destructive aura. + +The moment he reached Max, Jonathan unleashed his strongest attack, determined to end the battle in a single decisive strike. "Dark Phoenix Destroyer!" he roared as he thrust the spear forward with all his strength, the air around it screaming under the pressure of the attack. + +Faced with the oncoming blow, Max activated his Three Divine Body to its fullest extent, and white mist began to pour out from his body as his aura surged explosively. Before the red glowing spearhead could even touch him, a sudden wave of extreme cold erupted outward. + +Jonathan’s entire figure, along with his spear, was instantly frozen solid, transformed into a lifeless ice statue suspended in mid motion. + +Shock rippled through the spectators. Clan Head Raven’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the frozen scene before her. "First a lightning concept at the fifth level, then a flame concept at the fifth level, and now even an ice concept at the fifth level," she muttered, unable to hide her astonishment. "Just how many concepts has he mastered?" + +Max was well aware that with the black phoenix flames protecting Jonathan, the ice could restrain him for only a few seconds at most, yet those few seconds were more than enough. + +Without hesitation, he clenched his fist tightly and drew upon the raw physical power of twelve hundred Draconic Essences, while also channeling a portion of the divine energy flowing from the Vein of Origin, the first among the Seven Divine Veins. The power gathered into his arm in a violent surge, and Max threw his punch forward with absolute decisiveness. + +A thunderous explosion rang out as the blow landed. Jonathan’s frozen figure was blasted away, and as he was sent flying through the air, the ice encasing him shattered into countless fragments, scattering outward under the sheer force of the impact. + +"I am not done yet!" Jonathan roared as black flames erupted from his body once more, blooming violently around him and taking on the vague shape of a dark phoenix. The intense heat radiating from his flames caused the temperature around the arena to rise sharply, warping the air itself. + +He lowered his gaze toward Max, who stood on the ground below, and spoke with strained confidence. "You are strong for a mortal, but this is—" His words cut off abruptly when his eyes widened in alarm, because the figure of Max had vanished from the arena. + +"How could he disappear just like that?" Jonathan thought in shock, and what frightened him even more was the fact that he could no longer sense Max’s presence at all, as though he had been erased from existence.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +"Take this!" A voice suddenly rang out from behind him high in the air. Jonathan barely had time to turn his head before he saw Max, his entire body wrapped in blazing red lightning, his fist already descending toward his face. + +Max had activated both Heaven’s Wraith and Extreme Speed from the Storm King’s Inheritance at the same time, pushing his speed and striking power to a terrifying level that far exceeded what he had shown earlier. + +Another deafening explosion echoed across the arena as the punch struck Jonathan squarely in the face. His body was hurled downward like a falling meteor, crashing violently into the ground below. + +The arena floor, constructed from rare and resilient materials, remained intact without a single crack, but Jonathan himself was completely finished. He lay motionless on the ground, pain surging through every part of his body as the overwhelming force of Max’s final blow left him utterly unable to rise. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1398.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1398.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4d1ebaf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1398.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1391: Mysterious Revona" +slug: "ch-1398" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1398 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"This battle goes to Max," Lady Virelia announced clearly, her voice echoing across the arena as the result was declared without hesitation. + +A group of disciples quickly rushed forward, carefully lifting Jonathan from the ground and supporting his battered body as they escorted him away from the arena. The atmosphere among the spectators shifted instantly, shock rippling through the ranks of the Heavenly Kirin Clan and the Dark Phoenix Clan alike. + +"Max won... he truly won," Clan Head Jeremy of the Heavenly Kirin Clan murmured, his expression filled with disbelief. He had heard countless reports about Max’s frightening combat strength, yet witnessing it with his own eyes was something entirely different. + +Even now, the scene before him felt unreal. A mortal who had ascended not long ago, possessing cultivation at only the eighth level of the Divine Rank, had just defeated an outer disciple of the Dark Phoenix Clan who stood an entire realm above him. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, the result was still difficult to accept. + +Clan Head Raven was equally shaken. She had never heard of anyone in the Divine Realm capable of fighting across such a vast gap in cultivation, let alone winning decisively. + +At that moment, her thoughts drifted to a crucial detail she had almost overlooked. Max was the one acknowledged by the sword of the Sword Sovereign. With strength and potential like this, it was no longer surprising why that peerless sword had chosen him alone while rejecting countless others. + +"He is strong, but that is all," a calm voice suddenly spoke from beside Clan Head Raven, cutting through the heavy silence. + +The young woman standing there stepped forward slightly, her tone steady and confident. "I can defeat him easily." + +She wore a mask shaped like a phoenix, completely concealing her face and revealing nothing of her expression. In truth, even Clan Head Raven herself had never seen the true face of this disciple. + +She only knew that this young woman was extraordinarily mysterious, possessing thoughts and understanding that seemed far beyond the norm, as though her perspective came from a world entirely different from their own. + +That was precisely why Clan Head Raven had brought her along, prepared for any unforeseen situation, fully aware that her strength within the Rebirth Realm was unmatched. + +Now, as she watched Max standing calmly at the center of the arena after his victory, Clan Head Raven realized that the very scenario she had feared had finally arrived. + +"Alright, Revona, you are up then," Clan Head Raven said calmly as she turned toward the masked young woman beside her, her tone carrying a quiet certainty as though the outcome of the next battle was already decided in her mind. + +Revona gave a slight nod in response, offering no words and no expression that could be seen through the phoenix shaped mask covering her face. + +She began walking toward the arena with unhurried steps, her movements smooth and unforced, yet each step seemed to carry an inexplicable weight that pressed down on the surroundings. + +The moment Max noticed a figure approaching him, he shifted his attention toward her, expecting another opponent much like the last. However, the instant his eyes fell upon Revona, his entire body reacted violently. It felt as though countless invisible alarms were ringing within him at the same time. + +His instincts flared uncontrollably, his Three Divine Body reacted on its own, and every part of his being screamed at him to turn around and flee as far as possible. Everything inside him was telling him the same thing, that the person walking toward the arena was anything but ordinary. + +’Who is she?’ Max thought in shock, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. The sensation was disturbingly familiar. He had only felt something like this once before, back when he had stood before Mark while he was still weak and powerless, yet now that same overwhelming sense of danger surged through him again simply from looking at this masked woman.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +The difference was that this time, he was no longer weak, which made the feeling all the more terrifying. + +Revona soon stepped into the arena and stopped a short distance away from Max, standing calmly opposite him. The space between them felt strangely distorted, as though the air itself had grown heavier and more oppressive. + +"I am Revona," she said, her voice steady and emotionless as she introduced herself. + +"I am Max... Morgan," Max replied, hesitating slightly after saying his first name. For a brief moment, he felt an unnatural pressure, as if something unseen was trying to force his true name out of his mouth, the name Max Voidwalker. + +The sensation was deeply unsettling, but he resisted it instinctively and finished his introduction with the name he chose to give. Even that small exchange left him feeling uneasy, as though he had just brushed against something he did not fully understand. + +’This woman is real danger,’ Max realized with absolute clarity. Although his senses told him that Revona’s cultivation level was roughly the same as Jonathan’s, he could not shake the feeling that what he was perceiving was nothing more than a carefully constructed facade. + +Every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to be cautious, to stay alert, to survive. That kind of warning rarely came to him without reason, and the fact that it was happening now told him everything he needed to know. + +"Let us fight," Revona said with a faint smile, her voice calm and almost gentle as it echoed across the arena. + +Max’s eyes narrowed the instant she spoke, because although her words were simple, a second layer of communication slipped directly into his mind through voice transmission. + +"You are truly strange," Revona’s voice sounded within him, carrying a tone of quiet curiosity. "You managed to forcibly lie before me, and this rarely ever happens. What is even more unsettling is your fate. I can perceive the fate of almost everyone I meet, yet when I try to look at yours, all I see is eternal darkness. Tell me, why is that?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1399.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1399.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8ecfb9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1399.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1392: Revona’s Strange Ability" +slug: "ch-1399" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1399 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1138 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s expression did not change outwardly, but his mind moved swiftly as he replied through the same silent channel. "I could not care less," he answered calmly. "And seeing through fate should be impossible in the Divine Realm because of the laws that govern this world. How are you able to see the fate of others at all? As far as I know, the only time I could glimpse vague traces of fate was when I stood at the peak of the mortal realm just before ascending, and even then those visions were indistinct and unclear of people way weaker than me." + +He continued without hesitation, his thoughts sharp and focused. "There is not much difference between our cultivation levels, so tell me how you are able to see my fate at all." + +Revona fell silent for a brief moment, as though she were weighing his words with care. When she finally responded, her voice carried a hint of amusement. "If you can defeat me, then I will show you how I am able to see through the fate of others," she said softly. "But that knowledge is something you will only earn if you truly defeat me." + +"Do not forget your words," Max replied, his tone steady and resolute, carrying neither arrogance nor fear. + +All of these exchanges occurred through voice transmission, hidden beneath their calm expressions and measured stances, and the entire conversation passed in only a few heartbeats. To the onlookers, it seemed as though nothing had happened at all, yet for Max, the weight of those few seconds felt heavier than the entire battle he had just fought. + +"Let us fight then," Max said with a smile that concealed the unease building within him, even as every instinct continued to scream that the woman standing before him was far more dangerous than she appeared. + +"Make your move," Revona replied calmly, her tone unhurried and almost indifferent, as though she were inviting something she had already foreseen. + +Max did not waste a single moment. The Storm King’s Inheritance surged to life within him, and Extreme Speed activated in full, turning his body into a streak of violent lightning as he appeared directly in front of her. + +He gathered the full might of twelve hundred Draconic Essences and drew deeply from the Vein of Origin, the first among the Seven Divine Veins, pushing his physical power to a terrifying peak. His fist tore through the air, carrying enough force to shatter mountains and overwhelm eighth level Rebirth Realm geniuses without question. + +Revona moved just as swiftly. She raised her hand and caught his fist. + +There was no explosion, no shockwave, no violent collision of power. It felt as though Max’s punch had not struck a human hand at all, but something that erased strength itself. In that instant, all the power he had poured into his fist vanished, leaving behind nothing more than the sensation of an ordinary, powerless strike. + +"What?" Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. Before his thoughts could settle, he threw another punch with even greater force, yet once again Revona caught his fist with effortless precision, her grip light and unyielding at the same time. + +A chill ran through Max’s spine. He frowned deeply and unleashed a rapid barrage of punches, each strike infused with enough strength to crush elite geniuses of the Rebirth Realm. His fists moved faster and faster, lightning flashing around his arms as the attacks rained down without pause. + +Yet Revona blocked every single strike with ease. Her movements were minimal and almost casual, as though she were brushing away falling leaves rather than stopping devastating blows. What terrified Max more than anything else was the sensation that accompanied each impact. + +Every time his fist met her hand, the strength within it was swallowed completely, disappearing into an unseen abyss. There was no resistance, no clash of power, only absolute negation. + +From the perspective of the onlookers, it appeared as though Max was merely throwing a flurry of fast but meaningless punches, strikes that lacked any true destructive force. + +"What is he doing?" Matthew Grimes frowned as he watched the exchange, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. + +The other six leaders were equally confused. They had all witnessed Max’s previous battle and knew well the frightening power he possessed, so watching him attack with what seemed like ordinary punches made no sense to them at all. The discrepancy between what they expected and what they were seeing left them unsettled and uncertain. + +High above the arena, Lady Virelia’s expression turned extremely solemn as her gaze remained fixed on the masked woman. Her eyes carried a depth of seriousness that none of the others had noticed before, and although she said nothing, it was clear that she understood something the rest did not. + +Only Clan Head Raven was smiling. She knew that every battle involving Revona ended in this same inexplicable manner. She had questioned Revona many times about this strange ability, and each time the answer had been the same, that it was merely an ability granted by her class. Yet deep down, Clan Head Raven suspected there was far more to it than that. + +She sensed that Revona was hiding secrets far greater than anyone realized, but she had never dared to press the issue. Revona was her clan’s disciple, and more importantly, there was a persistent, unsettling feeling in her heart that opposing Revona directly would lead to consequences she could not afford to face. + +’Every time I see this, it shocks me,’ Clan Head Jeremy thought as he stared at the scene before him, his eyes fixed on Revona as she effortlessly blocked Max’s fists, the very same fists that had sent Jonathan flying with overwhelming force only moments ago. + +The contrast was too stark to ignore, and no matter how many times he witnessed it, the sight never failed to leave him shaken. + +His thoughts drifted back to three months earlier, when he had gone to the Dark Phoenix Clan to discuss the matter of Max taking away the sword of the Sword Sovereign. It was during that visit that he had learned of Revona’s existence for the first time. + +At the time, he had only intended to negotiate and observe, yet what he witnessed there had left an indelible mark on him. Seeing Revona display that strange and unfathomable ability had shocked him to his very core, because it defied everything he understood about strength, cultivation, and the laws governing the Divine Realm. + +Even now, as he watched her battle Max in the arena, that same feeling surged within him once again. The disbelief, the unease, and the faint sense of dread all returned in full force, reminding him that Revona was an existence that simply could not be measured by ordinary standards. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-14.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-14.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9773d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-14.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 14: C Rank Versatile Fighter" +slug: "ch-14" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 14 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I wonder how one would normally clear this dungeon if a team doesn't have someone like me?" Max thought aloud as he shot another five magic bullets, formed by combining two magic bullets each, at the five Level 3 goblins. + +Five blue beams shot toward the goblins and struck them. + +The result? They ended up in the same state as the previous ones. The magic bullets tore chunks from their bodies, killing them instantly. + +"There should have been other Level 3 and Level 4 goblins outside we could have missed outside; otherwise, it just doesn't make sense for this dungeon to be this insanely difficult," Zixi voiced her opinion. + +"What if this dungeon was designed to be this way?" William said as he looked around. + +"Whatever it is, you guys are lucky I'm here, or you'd all be screwed." Max chuckled with slight arrogance as he began collecting the cores from the five goblins he had just killed. + +After that, he turned to the other three and warned, "I have a feeling the Level 4 goblins will include goblin shamans capable of long-range attacks. You guys should prepare yourselves, as I'll dodge their attacks if they strike as soon as they spawn. At that point, it'll be you facing those attacks." + +"Goblin shamans? All five of them?" William cried out in fear, turning to Max with a pleading expression. "Max, are you sure you can handle them quickly? Why don't you take some time to absorb these Level 3 cores first? Maybe you'll level up to Level 3 and then handle the shamans?" + +Max looked at William with amusement. "Don't worry so much; I'll handle them just fine," he said confidently, adding, "Even if I absorb these five Level 3 cores, I wouldn't level up, so it's fine." + +"What do you mean you won't level up after absorbing these Level 3 cores?" William questioned. "You've already absorbed some before, so absorbing these should guarantee a level-up." + +Max sighed and sat down on the path. "Alright, I'll absorb them for you." He pulled out the five Level 3 cores he had just stored and began absorbing them one by one. + +One by one, the cores turned to dust. After absorbing all five, no notification of a level-up appeared in his vision. + +Disappointed, he stood up and turned to William. "Happy now?" + +"How?" William was shocked beyond disbelief. He couldn't fathom how someone who had absorbed almost ten Level 3 cores still failed to level up from Level 2 to Level 3. + +"How can you not level up after taking so many Level 3 cores?" Zixi asked, equally stunned. + +Max shrugged. "I don't know." He genuinely didn't know. + +"I've heard my father say that when hunters near the limits of their class rank, their progression to higher levels slows down drastically. At that point, they need a lot more cores and some other treasures to level up even once," Zixi explained, looking at Max. + +Max arched his brows. While he knew the class rank determined one's potential in this world, he hadn't realized that progression slowed as one approached the limits of their rank. + +'Well, it makes sense. The higher the rank, the smoother the progress,' he mused. + +"Max, what rank is your class?" William asked, clutching Max's shoulder. + +"You should know it's bad manners to ask someone their class rank," Max said, brushing William's hand off his shoulder. "But since you're my friends, I don't mind telling you. Just don't tell anyone else." + +William, Zixi, and the usually silent Henry listened attentively. + +"It's a..." Max paused for suspense. "It's a C-rank Versatile Fighter class." + +All three were stupefied. + +"What? How can that be?" William exclaimed in disbelief. He couldn't believe someone so strong had the same class rank as them. + +"Are you lying?" Zixi asked, narrowing her eyes. + +Max shrugged. "Why would I lie? If I had a higher-rank class, I wouldn't be struggling to level up." + +Though he said this, Max himself was unsure of why he needed so many high-level cores to level up. He suspected it had something to do with his class, but he wasn't entirely sure. + +"Alright, I'll move ahead, so prepare yourselves for the Level 4 goblin shamans," Max said solemnly. + +The trio nodded as Henry stepped to the front with his massive shield, which was even larger than him. He planted it in front while William and Zixi took cover behind him. + +"We're ready," Zixi said. + +Max nodded at them. "Alright, I'm heading forward." He walked ahead. Nothing happened at first, but just as he approached the door ahead, five figures spawned in front of him. + +To his surprise, not all were goblin shamans. At least two were. Among the other three, one held a bow, another an axe, and the last a sword. As soon as they noticed Max, they rushed toward him with their weapons while the shamans and archer attacked from a distance. + +Max also sprang into action, shooting three magic bullets infused with the firepower of four bullets each at the two shamans and the archer. + +The bullets tore through the air as the two shamans fired lightning bolts and the archer loosed an arrow. However, the magic bullets, reinforced by four-fold power, destroyed their attacks before reaching the goblins, blowing their heads off. + +Max then unsheathed his sword and used Swift Dash to appear behind the axe-wielding goblin. In one swift motion, he swung his sword diagonally, cutting it in half before it could react. + +He reappeared in front of the sword-wielding goblin and thrust his blade at lightning speed. + +Bang! + +His sword pierced the goblin's head before its weapon could strike, and moments later, its body collapsed. + +"It's done," Max said, turning to the others. "Not all of them were goblin shamans, as it turns out," he sighed. + +"Why do you sound disappointed by that?" William asked. + +Max smirked. "Because I was looking forward to fighting five Level 4 goblin shamans at once." + +"You! You demon!" William cried in shock. He couldn't help but feel this monster of a man was his true rival—the one he had been chasing for five years at the academy. + +"Let me absorb the cores and level up," Max said, eyeing the five cores left behind by the goblins. + +He sat down and began absorbing them one by one, hoping to finally reach Level 3. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-140.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-140.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..339691a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-140.md @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 140: Easy leveling up" +slug: "ch-140" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 140 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1225 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max entered through the red door, he found himself standing in a dungeon-like cave. + +Above his head floated a giant spherical ball containing five monsters trapped within it. + +’Do I have to kill them?’ Max wondered as he waited for something to happen. + +Suddenly, one of the monsters trapped within the giant sphere fell to the ground before Max. + +"Huh? This monster looks a bit different," Max muttered, noticing that the creature was glowing with a light blue aura, and its entire body seemed to be made up of that glow. + +It was a squid-type monster with ten tentacles, aside from its hands and legs, and the strength of a Level 1 Adept Rank. + +The squid monster, upon landing on the ground, set its gaze on Max and began rampaging toward him. + +Max took out his sword and muttered to himself, "Let’s test the power of 10% of Fusion State." He wanted to get comfortable using Fusion State if he wanted to use it effectively in battle. + +Raising his sword high, it began to glow with red and blue auras, causing the air to tremble around him. + +"Divergent Slash!" + +Max swung his sword down in a final slash, sending an arc of gleaming light at the squid monster. + +Chuck! + +The squid monster stood no chance as it was cleaved in two by Max’s attack. Its two halves fell to the ground. + +"It’s strong…" Max muttered, feeling the strength behind the Fusion State. + +Just then, his eyes darted toward the corpse of the squid monster he had slain and noticed something strange happening. + +The two severed parts of the monster glowed with bright blue light as they disintegrated into small blue particles, which floated toward him. + +Max became alert for a moment, stepping back in caution. + +’Hmm? I’m not sensing any negative intent here,’ Max thought, feeling the lack of hostility from these glowing particles. He decided to let one of the glowing particles touch him. + +As one of the glowing particles touched his body, it disappeared, and Max’s eyes widened as he felt the sensation from it. + +"That’s the same as absorbing cores!" Max exclaimed, allowing more of these glowing particles to touch him, letting them enter his body. + +A moment later, a notification appeared in his vision, pleasantly surprising him as he absorbed all the glowing particles before him. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 5 of Apprentice Rank.] + +Max’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he saw the notification. His gaze shifted toward the remaining four monsters trapped in the sphere. + +Just then, another monster fell from the sphere and landed before him. + +It was a gigantic wolf, with one side blazing with red flames and the other covered in blue frost. + +Max smiled, noticing that the wolf’s strength was at Level 2 of Adept Rank. + +"It doesn’t make any difference." Max raised his sword high in the air, using the merged aura of Fusion State, and swung it down, releasing an arc of gleaming light toward the wolf. + +"Divergent Slash!" + +The arc of light cleaved the wolf in two before it could react, killing it instantly. + +Moments later, the corpse disintegrated into small glowing particles, which entered his body. + +"I’m once again close to leveling up!" Max muttered in excitement, his eyes greedily glancing at the sphere containing the remaining three monsters. + +Just then, another monster fell from the sphere. + +This time, it was a black glowing ball of slime with strength at Level 3 of Apprentice Rank. + +Max noticed that when the slime landed on the ground, almost a chunk of it melted instantly. + +"Divergent Slash!" Max smiled as he swung his sword again, sending an arc of light toward the slime. + +However, the black slime was faster than the last two monsters. Before his arc of light could reach it, the slime rolled across the ground, dodging the attack effortlessly. + +Seeing that, Max used his dash skill and appeared in the slime’s path, hacking down with his sword. + +Slice! + +His sword sliced through the slime, cutting it in two. But instead of dying, the two parts moved even faster and began circling him. + +’They aren’t dead even after I cut them in two?’ Max mused, glancing at the two slimes revolving around him. + +Suddenly, the two slimes spat small black balls from their mouths toward Max. + +’They are definitely dangerous,’ Max thought, using his Omni Guard skill to enclose himself in a green sphere. + +The small balls collided with the sphere, exploding on contact, one after another. + +Boom! Boom! Boom! + +Dust surrounded Max’s figure as the explosions died down, but he was already making his move. Using the Three Dimensional Body skill, he could easily see the two slimes through the dust, but they couldn’t see him. + +Using the Magic Sword Bullets skill, he conjured two small swords and sent them flying toward the slimes. + +The swords flew through the air, piercing the two slimes and pinning them to the ground. + +"Die!" Max’s eyes glowed black for a moment as he summoned black flames that engulfed the two swords pinning the slimes to the ground. + +The black flames burned the slimes until there was nothing left. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 6 of Apprentice Rank.] + +At the last possible moment, before the slimes were completely consumed by the flames, Max used his Devour ability to devour any glowing particles left behind by the slimes before they could be incinerated. Enjoy exclusive chapters from freewebnovel + +"Level 6 from Level 4 in just minutes." Max muttered, glancing at the last two monsters in the sphere. "I can level up to Level 7 with the remaining monsters for sure." + +Just then, another monster fell down. This time, it was a four-armed golden ape, its entire body glowing with a red hue. It glared down at Max with disdain in its eyes. + +"Does it think I’m weak?" Max muttered, sneering as he stored his sword back in his space. + +Since the four-armed ape was so proud of its strength, Max decided to beat it at what the monster was best at. + +"Come on!" Max beckoned the monster with his tiny finger as he activated the strength of all his 15 Draconic Essences. + +His body immediately became a reservoir of raw power, and pure strength coursed through his veins. Now, with 11 Dragon Scales, his body was in much better condition to handle the power of 15 Draconic Essences. + +The ape roared, witnessing the raw strength emanating from Max’s body. Its four arms beat against its chest non-stop as the energy within it soared. Then it pounced at Max, its four arms raised to slam him down. + +But Max stood his ground and raised his left hand, blocking the attack. The four huge arms slammed on to the Max’s small arm but it held on. + +Bang! + +The ground beneath him was instantly destroyed by the momentum of the attack, but Max remained standing, his one arm blocking the ape’s strike as his other arm clenched tightly. + +"Now take this!" Max roared, sending his own attack at the golden ape. His fist collided with the ape’s massive body, sending it hurtling through the air. + +Bang! + +The ape’s figure slammed into the far cave wall, creating a small crater there. + +Max flew toward the ape, intending to finish it off. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1400.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1400.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..353f466 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1400.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1393: Full Release of Seven Divine Veins!" +slug: "ch-1400" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1400 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1121 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Sensing that his attacks had no effect on Revona and realizing that all the power gathered in his fists vanished before they could truly strike her, Max stepped back, his expression turning solemn and focused. + +The ease with which his strength was erased unsettled him deeply, yet it also sharpened his resolve rather than breaking it. He studied her carefully, as though trying to peer beyond the surface and grasp the nature of the terrifying existence standing before him. + +"Is this some kind of class skill or a technique?" Max asked, his voice steady despite the storm of thoughts raging within him. + +"What do you think?" Revona replied calmly, her tone carrying an unsettling confidence. + +After a moment of contemplation, Max spoke again, his words slow and deliberate. "Whatever this is, I have never seen anything like it. To reduce all the power behind my fists to nothing before they even land cannot be the effect of a conventional technique. That much I am certain of. It could be related to a cosmic path, but you are clearly not at a level where you could have comprehended or stabilized such a path. The only explanation left is that you were born with this ability." + +Revona’s eyes narrowed slightly beneath her mask. "You are quite sharp for a mortal," she said coldly. "But it changes nothing. You are destined to lose this battle against me. You will never be able to land a proper attack, and that will be the end of it." + +Max frowned faintly at her words. "What do you mean when you say I am destined to lose here?" he asked aloud, before continuing through voice transmission. "You said yourself that you cannot see my fate, so how can you be so certain that I am destined to lose against you?" + +Revona’s lips curved into a mysterious smile. "It is because I never lose," her voice echoed directly in his mind. "Whether I can see your fate or not is irrelevant. What truly matters is my own strength. I have never lost a battle since the moment I was born, and because of that, I believe that no matter what you do, you are destined to lose against me." + +"I see," Max replied with a faint smile, nodding slowly as though he had accepted her reasoning. "I suppose there is a time for everything." + +As those words left his lips, Max took a deep breath, and the air around him seemed to grow tense, as though the world itself were bracing for something to happen. His eyes sharpened, and in a low voice meant only for himself, he muttered, "Vein of Origin, opened." + +The moment he fully released the Vein of Origin, the first and most fundamental of the Seven Divine Veins, it was as though invisible shackles shattered within his body. A violent shockwave erupted outward from him, sweeping across the arena like an unstoppable tide. + +The ground beneath his feet trembled, and the air howled as if struggling to contain the sudden surge of power. White mist mixed with radiant energy poured out from his body, while an ancient, overwhelming pressure descended upon the entire arena, forcing many spectators to instinctively hold their breath. + +Max’s muscles tightened and expanded subtly as his raw physical strength climbed at an explosive rate. The power of twelve hundred Draconic Essences no longer flowed in a restrained manner but surged freely, amplified and refined by the Vein of Origin until it reached a terrifying peak. + +Every movement of his body carried an oppressive weight, and even a slight shift of his stance caused the surrounding air to distort. It felt as though his very existence had grown heavier, denser, and infinitely more dangerous, as if a primordial force had awakened within him. + +At that moment, Max stood like a living embodiment of raw origin power, his aura blazing with ancient authority. + +The pressure radiating from him made it clear that his strength was no longer merely that of a powerful genius, but something closer to an unstoppable force of nature that refused to be suppressed any longer. + +"This...!" Revona exclaimed softly, genuine shock finally breaking through her calm as she felt the terrifying surge of power erupt from Max without any warning. For the first time since stepping into the arena, her composure wavered, because the pressure rolling toward her was no longer something that could be dismissed or casually ignored. + +She was not the only one shaken. Every high level figure present felt the sudden change as clearly as if a storm had descended upon the arena. The air itself seemed heavier, and the oppressive aura radiating from Max forced even seasoned experts to instinctively tense their bodies. + +"This is... Seven Divine Veins," Matthew Grimes muttered in disbelief, his eyes fixed on Max as though he were witnessing something that should not exist. "How is this even possible? A mortal achieving this is unheard of. Even in the Divine Realm, opening a single vein of the Seven Divine Veins is impossible for most humans. How did this kid manage to do it?" + +He had heard of only a few humans who had managed to open a divine vein of the Seven Divine Veins but even then they were from the first rate forces in the Divine Realm. He couldn’t fathom how someone like Max who was from the mortal realm could possibly open a divine vein of the Seven Divine Veins. + +Garry Heron, the head of the Heron Family, echoed that shock, his voice carrying a mixture of awe and disbelief. "This is unbelievable. The Seven Divine Veins are practically a myth in the Divine Realm. The path of cultivation tied to them is so distant and so unattainable that most people have long forgotten it entirely. The true path of body cultivation has faded into legend. How did this kid manage to walk it?" + +As he spoke, a burning jealousy surged within him. In the past, he had only felt mild regret that the Heron Family had failed to recruit Max, but now that regret transformed into something far more intense. It felt like molten lava churning in his chest as he looked at Matthew, fully realizing what kind of monster the Grimes Family had taken under their wing. + +The other family heads of the Black Dragon Clan were no less shaken. They all knew of the Seven Divine Veins, because it represented the orthodox and ultimate path of body cultivation, yet opening even one vein was considered nearly impossible within the Divine Realm. + +To witness a mortal who had ascended barely three months ago standing there with a fully opened Divine Vein struck them to their very cores. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1401.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1401.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8043bbe --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1401.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1394: Forcing Through Brute Force!" +slug: "ch-1401" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1401 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1200 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How did this mortal brat open a vein of the Seven Divine Veins?" Clan Head Raven howled, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Max. "The power he is releasing right now is pure physical divine strength, the kind that can only be achieved through the Seven Divine Veins. Only by opening one of those veins can someone reach this level of raw divine power within their body. How did this mortal brat accomplish something like this?" + +The more she observed Max, the more unsettled she became. Mastery over three concepts at the fifth level was already the mark of an extremely rare genius, yet now he had revealed a Divine Vein as well. She struggled to find a word that could properly define his existence, because ordinary labels no longer applied to him. + +At the same time, a sense of relief surfaced within her. It was fortunate that she had insisted on bringing Revona to this confrontation, because without her presence, the Dark Phoenix Clan and Heavenly Kirin Clan would have lost both battles without question. + +As long as Revona stood in the arena, Clan Head Raven believed they still had hope. At least, that was what she desperately told herself. + +Clan Head Jeremy of the Heavenly Kirin Clan appeared far calmer than the others. Although shock flickered in his eyes when he saw the Seven Divine Veins manifested, he accepted the sight more readily. + +When he recalled that Max had been chosen by the sword of the Sword Sovereign, the impossible suddenly felt inevitable, as though this was simply another proof that Max was an existence that defied common sense. + +"Seven Divine Veins?" Revona muttered, her voice low and heavy as she stared at Max, whose body was overflowing with an intense and oppressive physical divine might that made the air around him feel thick and suffocating. + +"You know about this?" Max asked, his gaze fixed on her as he felt the power surging through every fiber of his body. + +Revona nodded solemnly. "I have heard that only a handful of humans have ever achieved this in the Divine Realm. Even among them, most only managed it by chance or external help. As for the true method of opening the Seven Divine Veins, only the Primordials are said to possess that knowledge. How did you do it?" + +"I will tell you if you can defeat me," Max replied with a wide grin, confidence radiating from him as the words left his mouth. + +The instant he finished speaking, his figure vanished from where he stood. Space seemed to compress for a fraction of a moment before Max appeared directly in front of Revona, his movement so fast that it left no trace behind. + +He swung his fist forward without hesitation, and as it traveled through the air, the atmosphere itself seemed to fracture under the sheer weight of his power. + +Revona reacted instinctively, extending her hand to block the attack as she had done countless times before. However, the moment her palm met Max’s fist, her expression changed. Max felt it clearly. His punch tore through a thin yet absolute layer of invisible force that had always negated his strength before, ripping it apart through sheer raw power before finally striking her palm directly. + +A deafening explosion echoed throughout the arena. + +A massive shockwave erupted outward, shaking the entire battlefield and sending violent ripples through the air. A figure was blasted back this time. + +Revona’s body was hurled away, her feet carving long skid marks across the arena floor as she struggled to regain control. She only came to a stop when she was just a step away from crashing into the towering wall at the edge of the arena, the force of the impact leaving the ground trembling beneath her. + +He broke through my ability with pure strength? Revona thought in shock, her heart pounding for the first time since she had entered the arena. Until this moment, her ability had never failed her. No matter how powerful her opponent was, their attacks had always been erased before they could truly reach her. + +She had always known that the Seven Divine Veins were terrifying, spoken of as a forgotten and unreachable path, yet this was the first time she had experienced their power firsthand. + +Only now did she truly understand what it meant to open even a single vein of the Seven Divine Veins, and how overwhelming the raw physical strength born from that path could truly be. + +Just as Revona steadied herself and regained her footing, Max’s figure appeared before her once again, his movement so sudden that it felt as though space itself had folded to place him directly in front of her. + +His fist was already in motion, carrying the overwhelming might of the fully released Vein of Origin as it surged straight toward her without hesitation. + +Revona’s expression turned solemn the instant she sensed the danger. This time, she did not attempt to casually intercept the attack. She raised her palm with calm precision, and a gentle blue light began to glow from it, soft yet profound, as though it carried a depth that went far beyond simple defensive techniques. + +When Max’s fist reached her palm, he felt it immediately. A layer of force manifested once more between them, striking against his fist before it could fully land, yet unlike before, this force did not simply erase his strength. Instead, it resisted, condensed, and then exploded outward. + +A thunderous impact rang through the arena as both figures were forced back. Max slid several steps across the ground before stabilizing himself, his feet grinding against the arena floor, while Revona was hurled far more violently, her body crashing into the wall at the edge of the arena with a heavy impact. + +"I was repelled back?" Max muttered as he came to a stop, his brows furrowing in concentration. "No, that was not simple repulsion. It felt like a shockwave erupted directly from her palm and pushed me away. Her methods are truly strange." + +Before his thoughts could settle further, Revona stepped away from the wall and walked back into the arena, standing opposite Max once more as though the collision had barely affected her. Her gaze was steady, yet there was a noticeable change in her presence, a subtle heaviness that made the air around her feel tense. + +"You are the first person who has forced me to take a fight seriously," she said in a solemn voice. "But that also means that from this point onward, I will not hold back anything."𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +Max’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes burning with anticipation rather than fear. "I would not have it any other way." + +Revona’s eyes hardened, and in the next instant, black flames began to pour out from her body. The flames did not spread chaotically but instead gathered around her in a controlled manner, forming a dark cloak of fire that wrapped tightly around her frame. + +Two massive black phoenix wings unfolded behind her back, their flames rippling with terrifying intensity, and the pressure she released surged dramatically, making it unmistakably clear that the true battle had only just begun. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1402.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1402.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ba34f86 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1402.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1395: Thousand Star Severing Sword!" +slug: "ch-1402" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1402 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1124 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seeing Revona finally release her full strength, Max understood that there was no longer any room for hesitation. Without a word, he reached out and drew his sword, choosing the blade he had wielded long before this confrontation rather than the Dragonheart Sword. + +He was fully aware that the moment that sword appeared, the two clan heads would intervene without hesitation, and this was a battle he intended to finish on his own terms. The instant the sword left its sheath, his aura shifted, becoming sharper and colder, as though even the air around him had sensed the change. + +Max began circulating his high saint tier cultivation art, the Primordial Elements Scripture, pushing it to the sixth layer without restraint. A powerful surge of mana poured out from his body, rolling across the arena like an invisible tide. + +Although he still stood at the Divine Rank and could only wield mana rather than Divine Essence, the density and purity of the energy he released were far beyond what ordinary Divine Rank cultivators could achieve. The ground beneath his feet trembled lightly as his presence stabilized, solid and unyielding. + +"Let us settle this battle in one move," Revona said, her voice calm as she stood cloaked in black flames, her form radiating a terrifying pressure that pressed down on the entire arena. + +"I am in for it," Max replied with a smile that carried neither recklessness nor arrogance, only certainty. + +"Good," Revona answered, returning the smile as the black flames around her began to shift and transform. The dark fire condensed and reshaped itself with terrifying elegance, forming a massive black flaming phoenix with Revona at its core. + +The moment the transformation completed, the phoenix surged forward, tearing through the air as it flew toward Max, leaving behind a blazing trail of black flames that scorched space itself. + +The instant Max felt the pressure of that attack, his expression turned solemn. He could sense it clearly. If he were touched by that black flaming phoenix even for a moment, defeat would be inevitable. The danger it carried was absolute, far beyond anything she had shown before. In that moment, Max made his decision. + +He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he let go of everything. The stakes of the battle, the eyes watching him, the consequences of victory or defeat, all of it faded away as though they had never existed. + +His emotions drained from him completely, leaving behind a state of perfect stillness. Fear vanished. Excitement vanished. Even the instinct to struggle or resist disappeared. What remained was an emotionless clarity, a state he could enter as easily as breathing, where his mind and body became nothing more than instruments of execution. + +Max stepped forward and assumed his sword stance, his grip steady and precise. He activated the high saint tier sword art, the Void Severing Sword Scripture, and in that emotionless state, he invoked its third move. + +"Thousands Star Severing." + +In that instant, Max swung his sword. + +There was no blinding flash and no deafening explosion. The slash moved silently, yet it carried a depth that seemed to cut through layers of reality itself. Countless star like fragments of void intent burst forth from the blade, converging into a single, absolute line of destruction. + +The incoming black flaming phoenix was cleaved apart at its center, split cleanly into two halves that dispersed into fading embers before they could even reach him. + +The void infused sword slash did not stop there. It continued onward without losing momentum, striking Revona directly. The impact was instantaneous and overwhelming. Her body was blasted backward, slamming violently into the wall of the battle arena once again, the force of the strike broke the wall completely sending rubbles flying in all directions. + +As the echoes faded, Max stood where he was, sword lowered, his expression still devoid of emotion. For that brief moment, he was no longer a participant in a battle, but an executioner who had severed everything in his path without hesitation or mercy. + +The Void Severing Star Scripture contained only three moves in total, each one more terrifying than the last. The first was Star Severing Sword, a technique meant to cut through power and intent with precise void authority. + +The second was Hundred Star Severing Sword, where the void intent multiplied and layered upon itself, capable of overwhelming even powerful opponents. + +The final move was Thousand Star Severing Sword, a technique that represented the peak of the scripture, where countless strands of void intent merged into a single absolute severance that cared nothing for defense, distance, or form. + +What Max had just unleashed was precisely this final move, the ultimate expression of the Void Severing Star Scripture. + +As Revona’s body slammed into the wall of the battle arena and fell into the rubble below, a heavy silence descended upon the entire arena. No one spoke. No one moved. The spectators could still feel the lingering pressure of that sword strike, as if the void itself had brushed past them. + +It was clear to everyone present that the battle had not ended because of exhaustion or prolonged struggle. It had ended because a single sword move had decided everything. Max’s sword attack was simply too overwhelming, far beyond what anyone had anticipated. + +"The winner of this battle is Max," Lady Virelia announced soon after, her voice calm yet carrying undeniable weight as it echoed through the silent arena. + +"Revona!" Clan Head Raven shouted anxiously as she rushed toward the section of the arena where Revona had crashed. She arrived in an instant and knelt beside her, finding Revona unconscious amid shattered stone and scattered debris. + +Without hesitation, she began channeling the healing power of her Dark Phoenix Bloodline, warm black flames mixed with restorative energy flowing into Revona’s body as she stabilized her condition. + +Raising her head sharply, Clan Head Raven glared at Max with fury blazing in her eyes. "You beast! Could you not have gone easy on her?" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and concern. + +Max, still immersed in his emotionless state, looked at her with cold, empty eyes and replied in a flat tone. "I did go easy on her. Otherwise, you would have found her in two pieces." + +The words struck harder than any shout. Clan Head Raven froze, shock washing over her face as she stared into Max’s gaze. There was no arrogance there, no malice, and no satisfaction. There was nothing at all. + +In that moment, she felt an inexplicable chill, because the Max standing before her was nothing like the sharp, clever youth who had negotiated conditions and spoken calmly just moments earlier. This Max felt like an entirely different existence, detached and frighteningly ruthless. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1403.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1403.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca31376 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1403.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1396: Void Origin Eyes" +slug: "ch-1403" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1403 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1137 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just then, Clan Head Jeremy arrived beside them and examined Revona’s condition. After a brief inspection, he relaxed slightly upon confirming that her injuries were not severe and that she had only been knocked unconscious by the sword strike. He straightened up and turned toward Max, his expression heavy yet composed. + +"We lost this battle," he said with a sigh. "Your conditions will be fulfilled. Our two clans will provide you with enough resources to allow you to smoothly reach the peak of the Rebirth Realm. As for learning the inheritance techniques of our clans, that will depend on whether you can win the Tri Clan Tournament, which will be conducted in one year." + +"Alright," Max replied quietly as the emptiness in his eyes slowly faded. His emotions returned bit by bit, the sharp edge around him dulling as he stepped out of his emotionless state. + +With that, the scene truly came to an end. The tension that had gripped the arena slowly dissipated, and one by one, the disciples who had witnessed the battle began to leave the stands, their expressions filled with awe, disbelief, and lingering shock. + +Conversations erupted in hushed tones as they returned to their respective halls, each of them replaying the final clash in their minds, knowing they had just witnessed something that would be spoken of for generations. + +Max was no exception. He left the arena quietly and walked alone toward the Thirty Third Hall, his footsteps steady and unhurried. Carl and Lucia had been summoned by Lady Virelia for undisclosed matters, leaving Max to make the journey by himself. The path was calm, yet his mind was anything but. + +The battle with Revona lingered heavily in his thoughts, not because of the victory, but because of the unsettling sense that something fundamental about her still remained hidden. + +It was then that Tian’s voice echoed within his mind. + +"Master, you truly lucked out in this battle against Revona," Tian said, his tone carrying an unusual seriousness. + +Max raised an eyebrow slightly as he continued walking. "Lucked out?" he asked. "What do you mean by that?" + +"Since you do not know, allow me to explain," Tian replied solemnly. "If my judgment is correct, then Revona is the bearer of the Void Origin Eyes of this era." + +"Void Origin Eyes?" Max frowned. Throughout the entire battle, he had never once seen her eyes because of the phoenix mask she wore. "Are they really that powerful?" + +Tian did not hesitate. "Master, the Void Origin Eyes are among the strongest ocular powers in existence. Only one individual in each era is born with them, and never more than one at the same time. In this era, Revona is their rightful bearer." + +Tian continued, his voice filled with reverence. "Throughout history, every bearer of the Void Origin Eyes became one of the strongest figures of their generation, if not the absolute strongest. They were existences that stood at the very peak of humanity, pillars that upheld the human race and pushed it to its highest standing within the Divine Realm." + +Max’s brows knit together slightly. "She was strong," he admitted, "but not overwhelmingly so, at least not to the extent you are describing." + +"That is precisely why I said you were fortunate," Tian replied, a faint smile evident in his voice. "She must have only awakened her Void Origin Eyes after advancing to the Rebirth Realm. Because of that, she has not yet mastered their true power or the terrifying abilities that come with them." + +Tian’s tone grew heavier as he explained further. "The Void Origin Eyes grant their bearer the authority to nullify attacks that fall below the baseline of their own power. Any force weaker than their fundamental strength can be erased before it truly manifests. They can counter attacks regardless of their nature, whether physical, elemental, spatial, or conceptual. Repulsion and attraction over all forms of existence are merely secondary abilities, side effects of their deeper authority." + +He paused briefly before continuing. "One of the core abilities of the Void Origin Eyes is the power to see through the essence of Divine Essence itself. This allows the bearer to manipulate Divine Essence at its most fundamental level, granting them control so absolute that no other being can rival it. With that alone, they become unmatched masters of Divine Essence within the Divine Realm." + +Tian’s voice lowered slightly, carrying a hint of uncertainty. "There are other primary abilities as well, though even I do not know all of them. However, history has shown that this single power is enough to elevate the bearer of the Void Origin Eyes into the ranks of the most terrifying existences the Divine Realm has ever known." + +As Max continued walking toward his hall, his expression slowly turned grave. The image of Revona standing calmly before him resurfaced in his mind, along with the way his strength had been erased so effortlessly. + +"I never knew such eyes existed in this world," Max muttered quietly as he walked, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips as excitement slowly replaced caution in his heart. The Divine Realm felt larger and more profound with every new truth he uncovered, filled with mysteries that challenged even his imagination. + +Deep down, he was certain of one thing. His encounter with Revona was far from the last, and the next time they met, the weight of her existence would be far greater than it had been today. + +As that thought settled, another question surfaced in Max’s mind, one that made his steps slow ever so slightly. "Tian, you said that the bearer of the Void Origin Eyes can only be one in each era," he said, his voice calm but clearly probing for something deeper. + +"Yes, Master. That is correct," Tian replied without hesitation. "What about it?" + +Max’s gaze sharpened as he continued walking, his thoughts aligning into a single point of curiosity. "Then what about the one who bears the legacy of the Forgotten God?" he asked. "What about the one who carries the class of the Dimensional Keeper?" + +For the first time in a long while, Tian did not answer immediately. A heavy silence stretched within Max’s mind, far longer than any pause Tian had ever taken before. That silence alone carried weight, enough to make Max’s heartbeat subtly quicken. When Tian finally spoke again, his tone was no longer casual or explanatory. It was solemn, almost reverent. + +"Master," Tian said slowly, "the Dimensional Keeper is not bound by eras in the same way as other existences. Since time immemorial, across countless cycles of creation and destruction, there has only ever been one successor to the Dimensional Keeper. And that successor is you, master." + +Max came to a gradual stop, the meaning of those words sinking deep into his consciousness. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1404.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1404.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c49309f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1404.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1397: Another Inheritance for Lightning!" +slug: "ch-1404" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1404 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1127 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After returning to his room, Max found that his thoughts refused to settle. Tian’s words about his class echoed repeatedly in his mind, intertwining with the image of Revona and her Void Origin Eyes. The weight of those revelations lingered, stirring both unease and anticipation deep within him. + +"There is no use thinking about it right now," Max sighed softly as he sat down on the bed, forcing himself to focus on matters that demanded immediate attention. His gaze sharpened as his thoughts aligned. "What I truly need are proper inheritance techniques for my flames and ice." + +Now that he clearly understood that the inheritance techniques he had learned back in Obsidian Dragon City were largely ineffective in the Divine Realm, the urgency to obtain stronger and more suitable techniques became impossible to ignore. Those mortal realm inheritances had served their purpose, but continuing to rely on them would only limit his growth. + +With that decision made, Max closed his eyes and entered the Dimension of Flames. The world greeted him just as it always had. Vast and silent, with a towering pillar standing at its center, atop it were many whisps of flames he had currently. + +Each flame carried a different aura, yet none of them felt complete, as though they were fragments waiting to be refined into something greater. + +"I really need to unlock the Inheritance Chamber of this dimension," Max muttered, a deep frown forming on his face. He had already unlocked the inheritance chamber of the Dimension of Lightning, something he attributed to the seven lightnings of divine punishment he had once endured and was sealed in there. + +Unfortunately, he had no idea what conditions were required to unlock the inheritance chamber of the Dimension of Flames, let alone the Dimension of Time. + +There were still too many unknowns. Max had already mastered the concept of ice to the fifth level, and by all logic, a Dimension of Ice should have manifested long ago. Yet it remained sealed, unreachable no matter how much he tried to sense it. + +According to Tian, the root of the problem was simple but frustrating. His strength was still insufficient. Only after reaching the Rebirth Realm would many of these dormant aspects truly awaken and reshape his path. + +Letting out another quiet sigh, Max exited the Dimension of Flames and entered the Dimension of Lightning instead. The moment he arrived, familiar pressure washed over him. Without hesitation, he headed straight toward the Inheritance Chamber and stepped into the world of floating islands once more. + +This was the place where Storm King’s Inheritance had been obtained. Back then, only a single island had been accessible to him, the one closest to his position. + +Now, however, the scene had changed dramatically. Numerous islands floated throughout the vast sky, each one radiating a distinct lightning aura, each one representing a different inheritance waiting to be claimed. + +Max stood still for a moment, his eyes sweeping across the countless islands as he assessed them carefully. After a while, his gaze locked onto the farthest island in the distance, barely visible through the lightning filled sky. + +A quiet certainty formed in his heart. Based on the logic governing this place, the inheritance contained on that distant island should be the strongest lightning inheritance currently available to him among all the unlocked islands. + +Although Storm King’s Inheritance had already proven its worth, Max knew it could not be the final answer. He needed something more decisive, something that could serve as his true trump card. + +Ever since he had taken away the sword of the Sword Sovereign, he understood that confrontations like the one he faced today would only become more frequent and far more dangerous. + +If he wanted to survive what awaited him in the Divine Realm, he could not rely on a single pillar of strength. He needed an inheritance that could end a battle in an instant, one that could overwhelm even those who believed themselves untouchable. + +With that thought firmly in mind, Max floated upward and crossed the vast distance separating him from the farthest floating island. Lightning roared softly around him as he descended onto its surface, his figure disappearing into the heart of the inheritance space. + +Three days later, Max emerged from the Dimension of Lightning with a wide smile on his face, his eyes shining with barely contained excitement. + +"Hehe, very good," Max muttered to himself, his smile deepening. "With this inheritance technique, defeating Revona in a single move would not be impossible." + +Filled with anticipation, Max was just about to head toward the training grounds to test the new inheritance technique with his real body when a knock sounded at his door. + +"Come in," Max said. + +The door opened, and Carl stepped inside. + +"Hall Master Virelia is calling for you," Carl said respectfully. + +A broad smile spread across Max’s face. "Alright, let us head there," he replied without hesitation. He already knew why she was calling him. The resources promised by the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan should have arrived by now. + +Following Carl through the hallways, Max soon arrived before Lady Virelia’s office. Carl remained outside as Max stepped inside alone. + +"Sit," Lady Virelia said calmly, gesturing toward the cushion placed in front of her. She herself was already seated on another cushion, her posture composed and dignified. + +Max did not waste time on formalities and sat down directly. + +"Here," Lady Virelia said as she tossed a storage ring toward him. "This contains enough resources for you to cultivate all the way to the peak of the Rebirth Realm." + +Max caught the ring and immediately sent a trace of his consciousness inside. What he saw made his eyes brighten instantly. The interior was filled with rare herbs, high grade pills, precious ores, and cultivation resources that would make even inner disciples jealous. + +A greedy smile crept onto his face as he withdrew his consciousness and stored the ring away carefully. + +It was exactly what he needed. + +"There are a few things I want to talk to you about," Lady Virelia said, her expression gradually turning solemn as the atmosphere in the room shifted. "This concerns your future and the path you will walk within the Black Dragon Palace." She paused briefly before fixing her gaze on Max. "But before that, I must ask you something. What exactly happened during your battle with Revona? The moment you drew your sword, your entire demeanor changed. It was as though you became an entirely different person." + +Her brows furrowed slightly, and concern crept into her eyes. "That level of change in temperament and presence usually only occurs when someone cultivates certain forbidden or evil techniques. Tell me honestly, Max. Are you using any evil techniques?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1405.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1405.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a35475 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1405.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1398: Lady Virelia’s Teachings!" +slug: "ch-1405" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1405 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1104 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s expression turned serious as he listened. After a brief moment, he shook his head slowly. "Master, the change you sensed was not because of any evil technique," he replied calmly. "It is the direction I have chosen for my sword’s cosmic path. It is the Emotion Severing Cosmic Path." + +Lady Virelia raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You have already touched upon your cosmic path?" + +Max nodded. "I do not know what it truly means to touch upon a cosmic path," he admitted honestly. "However, I know the direction my sword will ultimately take, and that direction is the Emotion Severing Cosmic Path."𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +Lady Virelia fell silent for a moment before nodding slowly. "To truly comprehend a cosmic path, one must reach the Divine Lord Realm. Only at that stage does a cultivator gain the qualification to formally comprehend their cosmic path, and even then, success is far from guaranteed." She sighed softly. "It is much easier to speak of such things than to actually achieve them." + +Inwardly, she felt that Max was progressing far too quickly. She had originally planned to explain these matters to him after he reached the Law Awakening Realm, yet given what she had witnessed, it seemed more appropriate to guide him now rather than later. + +"Listen carefully," Lady Virelia said, her voice firm and instructive. "The Rebirth Realm is the stage of cultivation where all the Divine Sparks within your body are transformed into a Law Embryo. Once you step into the Law Awakening Realm, that Law Embryo matures and condenses into a Law Seed. Following that, the Law Refinement Realm is where your physical body is tempered and refined by the Law Seed, preparing it for the true introduction of law. Then comes the Law Manifestation Realm, which is the first stage where law is genuinely manifested within the body." + +She continued without pause, ensuring Max understood every word. "After the Law Manifestation Realm comes the Divine Lord Realm. Only then does a cultivator have the potential to attempt comprehension of a cosmic path through the laws embedded within their body. Even so, this is only a possibility, not a certainty. Most experts in the Divine Realm do not truly comprehend their cosmic path until they reach the Divine King Realm, and some only succeed at the Holy King Realm." + +Her gaze sharpened as she spoke the next part. "You must understand that a cosmic path is the culmination of everything you have learned and experienced. It fuses your concepts, techniques, inheritances, combat experience, and comprehension of a particular element into a singular path that is entirely your own. It is the highest form of art within the Divine Realm. There is nothing above a cosmic path at this level of existence." + +She leaned forward slightly, her tone becoming earnest. "Because of this, I advise you to slow down. Experience the cultivation arts, the battle arts, and the countless inheritance techniques of the Divine Realm. Walk through battles, life and death struggles, and moments of enlightenment before firmly deciding the direction of your cosmic path. Once chosen, a cosmic path is not something that can be easily changed, and the weight it carries will follow you for the rest of your cultivation journey." + +"I understand, Master," Max said as he nodded respectfully at her words, fully accepting the weight of her guidance. He had already intended to proceed in this manner, because while he had found the direction of his sword’s cosmic path, he was far from complete. + +There were still other elements he needed to explore and refine, including flames, ice, space, lightning, and time, each of which carried its own depth and mysteries. + +The reason he could already glimpse the direction of his sword cosmic path was simple. Among all the powers he possessed, the sword was the path he had walked the longest, the one forged through countless battles, near death experiences, and moments of clarity that no other element in his arsenal could yet rival. + +Lady Virelia nodded, satisfied by his response, before continuing. "Now let us speak of the true reason I summoned you here. After witnessing your combat power and evaluating your current strength, I have decided to recommend you for participation in the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial. This is one of the most important events within the Black Dragon Palace. It is a grand trial that evaluates the disciples of all thirty six halls, and it serves as a stage where true talent is separated from mediocrity. If you perform well in this trial, there will be significant privileges awaiting you." + +She paused briefly before adding with a faint smile, "I am aware that you are in need of stronger inheritance techniques and battle arts, particularly for your flame element. If you achieve outstanding results in the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial, you will be granted the right to choose freely from the inheritance techniques and battle arts stored within the Black Dragon Palace. That alone should be more than enough to solve your current problems." + +"Then it seems I have no reason to refuse," Max replied as he nodded decisively. "I will participate in this trial. What are the requirements for disciples who wish to take part?" + +"This trial is only open to outer disciples," Lady Virelia explained calmly. "In other words, all disciples who have reached the Rebirth Realm are eligible to participate. The trials for inner disciples and core disciples have already been conducted, so this stage is reserved exclusively for those who have yet to cross that threshold." + +"I see," Max said as he nodded again. This was well within his reach. With the resources he had just received, breaking into the Rebirth Realm was no longer an obstacle but a matter of time. + +Lady Virelia smiled lightly before her expression turned serious once more. "Do not underestimate this trial. It is not a simple test of cultivation level or brute strength. You will be examined across multiple areas, including combat ability, comprehension, adaptability, and potential. If you manage to impress certain senior figures of the Black Dragon Palace, there is even a possibility that you could bypass the usual process and be accepted directly as a true disciple." + +She looked at Max with clear approval in her eyes as she concluded, "You have already proven your worth by obtaining the sword of the Sword Sovereign, something no ordinary disciple could ever accomplish. If you perform well in the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial, then becoming a true disciple of the Black Dragon Palace will no longer be a matter of chance, but an inevitability." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1406.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1406.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ad611f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1406.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1399: Testing the New Inheritance Technique!" +slug: "ch-1406" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1406 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"True disciple?" Max asked, a hint of curiosity appearing in his eyes. "I thought the Black Dragon Palace only had outer disciples, inner disciples, and core disciples. What exactly are true disciples?" + +Lady Virelia looked at him calmly, clearly expecting the question. "True Disciples are the strongest and most valued disciples of the Black Dragon Palace," she explained in a measured tone. "Whether it is the Black Dragon Palace itself or the Black Dragon Clan as a whole, all available resources are poured into the cultivation and growth of these individuals. They are not treated as ordinary disciples, but as future pillars of the clan." + +She continued, her voice carrying a quiet authority. "Whenever there is a grand tournament, a large scale competition, or a confrontation between star realms, only true disciples are sent to represent the Black Dragon Palace. They carry the honor, reputation, and future of the entire clan on their shoulders. From this alone, you should be able to understand the importance we place on true disciples." + +Max nodded slowly as the meaning sank in. True Disciples were not merely stronger disciples, but existences carefully nurtured to stand at the very forefront of the Divine Realm. They were the peak geniuses of the Black Dragon Palace, individuals capable of contending with the strongest talents of other third rate star realms and even challenging many geniuses from second rate star realms. To be acknowledged as a true disciple was to be recognized as one of the true pillars of the Black Dragon Palace. + +"Alright, I have told you everything you need to know," Lady Virelia said calmly, bringing the conversation to a close. "The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial will begin in one month. I believe this is sufficient time for you to advance into the Rebirth Realm. Once you do, focus on stabilizing your strength at that level and then wait for the trial to begin." + +Max nodded again, his resolve firm. + +"You are dismissed," Lady Virelia said. + +Max stood up respectfully and left her office, his steps steady as his mind was already turning toward the month of cultivation and preparation that lay ahead. + +With Carl leading the way, Max returned to the Thirty Third Hall and soon arrived at his own quarters. After expressing his thanks to Senior Brother Carl, he closed the door behind him and stepped into the training chamber attached to his residence, the heavy doors sealing the outside world away. + +Inside the training chamber, Max stood still for a moment, allowing his breathing to steady as his mind emptied of all distractions. When his thoughts finally settled into complete calm, he closed his eyes and spoke softly. "It is time to test the new inheritance technique I obtained from the Inheritance Chamber of the Dimension of Lightning." + +He took a deep breath, and in the next instant, his body flashed with intense blue lightning. The lightning surged out of him in violent arcs, crackling through the air and illuminating the entire chamber with an electric glow. + +Unlike before, Max did not allow the lightning to spread freely. Instead, he extended his will outward and began drawing every strand of blue lightning back toward himself. The lightning responded obediently, twisting and converging as it gathered before him like a living storm being dragged into a single point. + +Max began the process of compression. + +The vast mass of blue lightning condensed inward, shrinking steadily as the pressure within it increased. The crackling grew sharper and more violent, the sound changing from rolling thunder into a piercing, high pitched hum that vibrated through the chamber walls. + +Max compressed it again, forcing the lightning to fold in on itself, layering its destructive energy tighter and tighter. The glow intensified, becoming blindingly bright as the lightning grew denser, its raw power no longer dispersing but being trapped within an ever shrinking space. + +He compressed it again. + +The lightning mass shrank further, the pressure within it rising to a terrifying degree. The air around it distorted visibly, bending and trembling as if it could barely endure the presence of such condensed energy. + +Max’s control remained absolute as he refined the shape, narrowing it bit by bit until the once expansive lightning storm transformed into a thin, elongated form. + +Then he compressed it once more. + +What remained was no longer a chaotic mass of lightning, but a single needle shaped construct of pure blue lightning. It was slender and precise, hovering silently before Max, yet the energy contained within it was so dense that it felt suffocating. + +The surface of the lightning needle shimmered with a sharp, cold brilliance, and faint ripples of destructive force leaked from it despite Max’s careful restraint. + +The blue colored lightning needle overflowed with deadly energy. Every fraction of its form was packed with compressed lightning, refined to an extreme that bordered on the unimaginable. Max could feel it clearly. + +If this needle were to be released without control, it would pierce through defenses as if they did not exist, drilling through flesh, bone, energy barriers, and even spatial layers with unstoppable momentum. The power contained within it was no longer explosive in nature, but absolute, focused entirely on destruction through penetration. + +Max opened his eyes and stared at the lightning needle hovering before him. Even he felt a faint sense of danger radiating from it, a warning that this was not a technique meant for casual use. + +The chamber itself seemed to recoil, faint scorch marks appearing on the reinforced walls as stray arcs of lightning escaped from the needle’s surface. It was a weapon forged entirely from compression and control, one that embodied lethality in its purest form. + +"This is dangerous," Max murmured quietly, a hint of satisfaction entering his voice. He could already imagine the outcome if this lightning needle were unleashed in battle. Against most opponents, it would not merely wound or suppress. It would end everything in a single decisive strike. + +"But I am not done," Max said with a faint smile as red colored lightning began to dance around his body, its presence far more violent and domineering than the blue lightning he had just compressed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1407.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1407.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..059dab9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1407.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1400: Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art" +slug: "ch-1407" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1407 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1045 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment the red lightning emerged, the atmosphere inside the training chamber changed dramatically. Unlike the blue lightning, which carried a sharp and piercing lethality, the red lightning radiated an overwhelming sense of destruction, as if it existed solely to annihilate everything in its path. + +Thick arcs of crimson electricity lashed through the air, scorching the space they passed through and leaving faint distortions behind. Max extended his will once more, and just as he had done before, he began drawing every strand of red lightning back toward himself. + +The crimson lightning resisted. + +It raged violently, surging and colliding within itself as though unwilling to be bound. The sound it produced was deeper and harsher than the blue lightning, like the roar of a raging inferno mixed with thunder. + +Max’s expression grew focused as he exerted greater control, forcing the red lightning to converge. Slowly, unwillingly, it gathered into a dense mass before him, its glow intensifying as the raw destructive energy was packed closer and closer together. + +Then Max began compressing it. + +The red lightning folded inward under tremendous pressure, its chaotic arcs tightening into sharper, more violent currents. The training chamber trembled slightly, and faint cracks appeared along the reinforced floor as the pressure from the compressed lightning pressed outward. + +Max compressed it again, his control unwavering as the mass shrank further, the crimson glow becoming blindingly intense. The destructive force contained within it grew exponentially, far surpassing what the blue lightning had held at its peak. + +He compressed it again. + +The raging mass of red lightning condensed until it began to take shape, elongating and narrowing under Max’s will. The violent roar softened into a low, menacing hum that resonated through the chamber like a warning. Finally, with one last act of compression, the lightning storm collapsed into a single, slender needle of red lightning. + +The crimson lightning needle hovered silently in the air, yet the pressure it emitted was terrifying. Compared to the blue lightning needle, this one felt heavier, denser, and far more destructive. The energy contained within it was so concentrated that even Max could feel a faint prickle of danger on his skin. It was not merely meant to pierce. It was meant to obliterate everything it passed through, leaving nothing behind. + +When the red lightning needle drifted beside the blue one, the contrast was striking. The blue needle radiated cold precision and lethal penetration, while the red needle exuded raw annihilation and overwhelming force. Together, they released an oppressive aura that filled the entire training chamber. + +The air between them trembled violently, caught between two condensed embodiments of lightning destruction. Stray arcs leapt between the needles, cracking sharply as if even the lightning itself was reacting to the terrifying energy concentrated within them. + +Max looked at the two needles floating beside each other, his eyes reflecting their glow. The combined pressure they released made it clear that these were not ordinary techniques, but weapons capable of ending battles instantly. + +If unleashed together, their destructive power would be nothing short of catastrophic. Even without releasing them, their mere presence was enough to make the chamber feel like it was on the verge of collapse. + +A satisfied smile appeared on Max’s face. He could feel it clearly now. These lightning needles were true trump cards, techniques forged through extreme compression and absolute control, and once revealed on the battlefield, they would inspire nothing but fear. + +"Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art," Max muttered softly as he gazed at the two needles hovering before him. "Truly a terrifying lightning inheritance technique." + +This was the inheritance technique he had obtained from the final island within the Inheritance Chamber of the Dimension of Lightning, and witnessing its power firsthand only confirmed that his choice had been the correct one. + +The technique was not about overwhelming range or explosive displays, but about absolute lethality through compression and precision. Every strand of lightning was refined to its limit, transformed into a weapon that existed solely to end everything it touched. + +Max’s smile deepened as another thought crossed his mind. "This is only two lightning needles," he said quietly. "But what if there were seven more?" + +His gaze turned inward as his thoughts drifted toward the Seven Colored Lightnings of Divine Punishment stored within his Dimension of Time. Those lightnings were not ordinary lightning at all. Each one carried divine authority and punishment, representing a force far above common elemental power. + +If even ordinary blue and red lightning could be compressed into needles of such terrifying lethality, then the result of compressing the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment was something Max could barely begin to imagine. + +Images of devastation flashed through his mind. A single strike that pierced through realms. Needles that could erase bodies, souls, and even laws with merciless efficiency. The thought alone was enough to make his heart beat faster with anticipation. + +"I am pretty sure this training chamber would not survive that," Max said with a wry smile. Even now, the reinforced chamber trembled faintly under the oppressive presence of just the blue and red lightning needles. Cracks had not yet formed, but the strain was evident. + +If he were to unleash even one needle forged from the Seven Colored Lightnings of Divine Punishment, destruction would be inevitable. If he unleashed all seven, the chamber would be reduced to nothing but rubble in an instant. + +Max slowly dispelled the two lightning needles, the oppressive pressure fading as the condensed lightning dissolved back into his body. His expression remained calm, yet beneath it lay quiet satisfaction. He had found a true trump card, a forbidden art worthy of being used only at the most critical moments. + +"Now it is time to advance into the Rebirth Realm," Max muttered as he sat down on the floor of the training ground, his posture steady and his breathing gradually evening out. + +With a single thought, he took out the resources he had obtained from the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan. One by one, ten precious treasures appeared before him, each of them radiating dense spiritual energy and profound vitality. + +The moment they were revealed, the surrounding air grew heavy, saturated with power that ordinary Divine Rank cultivators would struggle to endure for long. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1408.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1408.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df2d097 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1408.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1401: Into the Rebirth Realm!" +slug: "ch-1408" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1408 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1375 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"These should be enough for me to reach the Rebirth Realm," Max said quietly as his eyes swept over the treasures. He understood his own situation better than anyone else. Because of his monstrous foundation, his strong body, and the countless paths he walked simultaneously, every breakthrough demanded far more resources than what was considered normal. + +Where others might need one or two treasures, he needed many times that amount just to push past a single bottleneck. That was why he had prepared ten without hesitation. + +Max closed his eyes and began circulating his cultivation technique Primordial Elemental Scripture. Mana surged within his body like a vast river finally unleashed, flowing through every meridian and every corner of his flesh. + +He activated the first treasure, and the energy contained within it poured into him in a violent rush. His cultivation base trembled as the power merged with his own, and within moments, the barrier of the eighth level of the Divine Rank shattered completely. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 9th level of Divine Rank] + +The ninth level of Divine Rank was reached. + +The breakthrough did not bring relief. Instead, it intensified everything. His body roared with hunger as though unsatisfied, demanding even more energy. Max did not stop. He immediately absorbed a second treasure, then a third, allowing the overwhelming spiritual power to fuse with his mana. + +His aura expanded rapidly, pressure filling the training ground as his cultivation climbed once again. With a dull internal explosion, the ninth level collapsed beneath the sheer force of his foundation, and his cultivation surged forward. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 10th level of Divine Rank] + +The tenth level of the Divine Rank was achieved, yet Max did not slow down even for a moment. Where most cultivators would immediately choose to stabilize themselves, fearful of backlash or collapse, Max pushed forward with unwavering resolve. He could sense it with absolute clarity. + +The boundary between the Divine Rank and the Rebirth Realm was no ordinary bottleneck. It stood before him like an ancient and merciless gate, demanding nothing less than the destruction and rebirth of his entire existence. + +This was not a realm that could be entered through gradual accumulation alone. It required the cultivator to abandon the old self completely. + +The moment Max forced his cultivation past its limit, his body began to disintegrate. There was no gradual cracking or partial collapse. His flesh, bones, meridians, organs, and even his refined physical shell were annihilated in an instant, turning into pure motes of energy that scattered and vanished into nothingness. + +There was no pain and no scream. Max’s consciousness remained perfectly clear as his physical form ceased to exist, leaving the training chamber eerily silent. + +At the center of the chamber, only his mana core remained. + +The golden core floated quietly in midair, radiating an ancient and profound aura that felt far removed from ordinary cultivation. Surrounding it, the true foundation of Max’s existence revealed itself. The Chaos Tree manifested in its full splendor, its roots extending into nothingness while its branches shimmered with primordial authority. + +Around it stood the doors to all his dimensions, each door bearing a distinct aura and law, representing Lightning, Flames, Time, Space, Ice, and the deeper dimensions yet to be fully awakened. A globe of infernal energy hovered nearby, dense and oppressive, pulsing with destructive intent. + +Beside it flowed the essence of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, vast and tyrannical, while the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline shone with serene brilliance, the two opposing bloodlines existing in perfect and impossible harmony. + +Encircling the golden core were his Divine Sparks. The spark of Space pulsed with boundless depth. The spark of Lightning crackled with supreme authority. The spark of Flame burned with absolute dominance. + +The spark of Sword radiated sharp and emotionless clarity. The spark of Ice exuded eternal stillness. Each Divine Spark revolved slowly, no longer unstable fragments of power, but entities on the verge of transformation. The moment the boundary to the Rebirth Realm was breached, those Divine Sparks began to change. + +Cracks appeared within every Divine Spark. + +From those cracks emerged embryonic laws. + +One by one, the Divine Sparks collapsed inward, shedding their former nature and condensing into Law Embryos. The Law Embryo of Space formed first, calm and vast, stabilizing the surrounding void. + +Lightning followed, its Law Embryo sharp and tyrannical, enforcing absolute dominance. Flame condensed next, blazing with pure authority rather than raw heat. Sword law emerged without sound, carrying the will of severance that transcended emotion and intent. Ice formed last, silent and eternal, freezing chaos itself into order. + +These Law Embryos did not conflict. They aligned naturally around the golden core, forming a perfect and unprecedented constellation of laws. + +With the Law Embryos established, reconstruction began. + +From nothingness, Max’s body started to reform. First came the skeletal structure, forged directly from refined law energy rather than flesh. Muscles followed, woven from condensed vitality and pure law. Meridians reappeared, no longer fragile channels but vast conduits capable of sustaining divine essence. + +Organs reconstructed themselves with perfect symmetry, each one infused with both bloodline power and law authority. Skin formed last, carrying faint traces of golden patterns that vanished as his body stabilized. + +When the reconstruction was complete, Max opened his eyes. + +The transformation was finished. + +This was not merely a breakthrough. This was true rebirth. His old Divine Rank body had been completely erased, and what now existed was a Rebirth Realm body, forged directly through laws rather than cultivated flesh. + +The Law Embryos settled deep within him, stable and dormant, waiting for the day they would awaken fully. The aura around Max calmed, yet the depth it carried was far greater than before. + +Only now was the advance to the Rebirth Realm complete. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 1st level of Rebirth Realm.] + +"That feeling when my body broke down was truly strange," Max muttered with a faint smile as he slowly clenched his fist, sensing the unfamiliar yet deeply stable power flowing through him. "But now I have truly entered the Rebirth Realm." + +His gaze softened slightly as another realization settled in his mind. "The artificial soul the Witch of the North placed within me so that I could survive is gone. My soul has been reborn just like my body." + +As he spoke, Max could clearly feel the difference. The presence that had once acted as a substitute, something external that merely sustained his existence, had completely vanished during the breakthrough. + +In its place stood his true soul, whole and complete, forged anew through the same process that had destroyed and reconstructed his body. It was no longer something patched together by external means, but an authentic soul that resonated perfectly with his body, his bloodlines, and the laws now embedded within him.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +At that moment, Max finally understood why this realm was called the Rebirth Realm. + +This was not a simple advancement in cultivation, nor was it merely an increase in strength. The Rebirth Realm was a realm of absolute renewal. Everything that defined a cultivator was destroyed at its foundation and then reconstructed from nothing. + +The body was not strengthened but remade entirely, refined through law rather than flesh. The soul was not tempered but reborn, freed from impurities, external bindings, and artificial supports. Even one’s existence itself was reset, allowing the cultivator to step forward as a fundamentally new being. + +In the Divine Rank, cultivators still carried the traces of their mortal origins, whether in their physical form, their soul, or their reliance on borrowed power. The Rebirth Realm erased those remnants completely. It severed the past and rebuilt the future. + +Only by passing through total destruction could a cultivator truly be reborn into the Divine Realm as a genuine divine existence. + +As Max sat there in silence, he realized that this realm was not named lightly. Rebirth Realm was not a metaphor or a poetic title. It was a literal description of the process, a realm where death and rebirth occurred simultaneously, forging an existence that could finally walk the true path of the Divine Realm without shackles. + +"Let me see my status." Max muttered. "It’s been a while since I last saw it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1409.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1409.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05a9968 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1409.md @@ -0,0 +1,149 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1402: Dimensional Sovereign Body" +slug: "ch-1409" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1409 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1071 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Status." Max muttered quietly. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Rebirth Realm] + +– Level: 1 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Primordial] + +– Physique: [Three Dimensional Body, Unholy Trinity Body, Yin-Yang Physique(Lv1)] + +– Soul: [Divine Soul(Lv1)] + +– Energy: [Divine Essence, Infernal Energy, Draconic Essence, Luminescence Energy]1 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body] + +—» Dimensions: [Dimension of Time, Dimension of Flame, Dimension of Lightning, Dimension of Spirit, Dimension of Ice, Dimension of Space, Dimension of Sword] + +—» Concepts: [Flame Concept(Lv5), Ice Concept(Lv5), Sword Concept(Lv5), Lightning Concept(Lv5), Space Concept(Lv5), Time Concept(Lv5)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline] + +--- + +"Hm?" Max first saw that his status looked different from what it was in the mortal world but then his attention was drawn to something else. "I have unlocked almost all the dimensions of which the concepts I have comprehended. This is good." + +[Host has advanced to Rebirth Realm.] + +[Several Upgrades are in the way...] + +"Upgrades?" Max was excited. He wondered though what aspects of his would be upgraded. The system itself looked a bit upgraded but not his abilities. + +[Upgrade Complete.] + +[Three Dimensional Body → Dimensional Sovereign Body] + +[Host has gain a new class skill: Dimensional Anchor] + +[Host has gain a new class skill: Dimensional Immunity] + +[Host has gain a new class skill: Dimensional Assimilation] + +[Host has gain a new class skill: Keeper’s Dominion] + +[Status has been updated. Host has been advised to recheck the status.] + +---- + +"So many new skills," Max muttered, yet even as the words left his mouth, his attention was drawn elsewhere. He could feel it happening in real time, a deep and irreversible change spreading through his existence as the Three Dimensional Body upgraded into the Dimensional Sovereign Body. + +The transition was not subtle. It was immediate and absolute, as though a higher authority had rewritten the very framework of his being. + +The moment the upgrade completed, Max felt a profound shift ripple through him. It was not merely an increase in strength or capacity, but a fundamental expansion of what he was allowed to do. + +His perception stretched outward, touching every dimension connected to him, and for the first time, he felt them not as distant spaces he controlled from afar, but as extensions of himself. + +"Damn," Max muttered in genuine shock as the flood of information settled in. "I can do so much more with the Dimensional Sovereign Body than I could ever hope to do with the Three Dimensional Body." + +The first realization made him smile. He could now enter all of his dimensions physically. Not projections, not avatars, not partial manifestations, but his true body. In the past, this had been impossible, no matter how much he tried. + +Back then, his dimensions had required him as an anchor to exist, binding themselves to his existence like dependent satellites. Now, the relationship had reversed completely. His existence itself had become anchored to his dimensions. + +As long as even one of them existed, he would exist, and if he were destroyed, the dimensions would collapse with him. It was no longer a one sided dependency, but a sovereign bond. + +As his understanding deepened, Max discovered what the Dimensional Sovereign Body truly meant. He now possessed the authority to bring his dimensions into reality in a tangible way. If he wished, he could anchor a dimension to the physical world through a medium such as a door, a gate, or a fixed spatial point. + +Through that anchor, access to his dimension could be granted, but only under his absolute control. Without his mark, no one could enter, no matter their strength. This was not a spatial trick or illusion, but a direct extension of his sovereignty over dimensional boundaries. + +Yet what truly made Max’s breath slow was not the idea of others entering his dimensions, but the deeper implication hidden beneath that authority. "I can bring my dimension directly into the real world as a domain," he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly as the image formed in his mind. He could imagine it clearly. + +A battlefield that suddenly transformed into a sea of endless lightning, a world drowned in eternal flames, a void where direction and distance lost all meaning, or a realm where time itself fractured and refused to flow normally. Within such a domain, he would not merely fight. He would rule. + +The power was overwhelming, and Max felt it instantly. This was not a normal ability. It was the kind of authority that could decide battles before they even began. His expression darkened slightly as caution surfaced alongside excitement. + +"This is a cheat ability," he muttered quietly. "There has to be restrictions. There is no way something like this comes without a price." + +He was certain of it. Whether it was a limit on duration, a restriction based on cultivation, a backlash on his soul, or a requirement tied to his laws, something would balance this power. That was how the world always worked. Absolute authority was never free. + +For now, however, Max chose not to rush. He had just been reborn. His body, soul, and class had all undergone fundamental transformations, and understanding them would take time. + +With a calm breath, he straightened his posture and spoke a single word, ready to take stock of everything he had become. + +"Status." + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Rebirth Realm] + +– Level: 1 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Primordial] + +– Physique: [Dimensional Sovereign Body, Unholy Trinity Body, Yin-Yang Physique(Lv1)] + +– Soul: [Divine Soul(Lv1)] + +– Energy: [Divine Essence, Infernal Energy, Draconic Essence, Luminescence Energy] + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Dimensional Sovereign Body1, Dimensional Anchor, Dimensional Immunity, Dimensional Assimilation, Keeper’s Dominion] + +—» Dimensions: [Dimension of Time, Dimension of Flame, Dimension of Lightning, Dimension of Spirit, Dimension of Ice, Dimension of Space, Dimension of Sword, Dimension of Keeper] + +—» Concepts: [Flame Concept(Lv5), Ice Concept(Lv5), Sword Concept(Lv5), Lightning Concept(Lv5), Space Concept(Lv5), Time Concept(Lv5)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline] + +--- + +"Dimension of Keeper?" Max was surprised by this new dimension. + +But first he checked the description of his new skills. + +---- + +[Dimensional Anchor] + +– Type: Passive. + +– Effect: The host no longer exists at a single point in space or reality. + +– Description: His existence is anchored across all his dimensions simultaneously. Even if space is erased, dimensions collapse, or reality itself is rewritten, the host remains. To destroy him, one must annihilate every dimension he commands. Anything less is meaningless. + + + diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-141.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-141.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..29b3683 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-141.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 141: Level 7 of Apprentice Rank" +slug: "ch-141" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 141 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1303 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +However, before Max could reach the site where the ape had crashed, the ape itself stormed forward, its eyes blazing with fury. + +Dum! Dum! Dum! Dum! + +It slapped its chest repeatedly before charging toward Max. + +Seeing that, Max stopped in his tracks, clenching his right fist. Using the Infernal Coating skill, his fist changed color, turning pitch black. + +At that moment, the four-armed monster appeared in front of Max again, its four arms aimed to slam him down. + +Max grinned as he took a step back and punched forward with all the might of 15 Draconic Essences. + +Bang! + +The ground beneath them was destroyed instantly when their attacks connected, and a moment later, a figure was blasted away like a broken kite. + +It was the four-armed golden ape. Its figure glided through the air once again in the direction of the crash site. But before it could fully reach there, cracks began to appear in its body, like spider webs, before its entire body exploded into small blue particles scattered around it. + +A moment later, these small blue particles of light were drawn to Max and entered his body. + +However, the notification of leveling up didn’t come, but Max wasn’t worried because he could feel he was close to leveling up. + +Glancing down at the last monster in the sphere, Max waited. "It’s all on you to level me up to level 7 of Apprentice Rank," he said, smiling. + +Soon, the last monster from the sphere fell, its eight legs piercing the ground. It was a green-colored, eight-legged, gigantic spider. + +Max glanced at the spider, his smile widening. "A 5th level Adept Rank monster. Perfect!" + +The spider locked its many eyes on Max, emitting an eerie chitter as it stormed toward him with deadly intent. + +Max responded swiftly, activating his Magic Sword Barrage skill. In an instant, hundreds of glowing, ethereal swords materialized around him, each one radiating with a brilliant blue glow. + +With a flick of his hand, Max imbued the swords with black flames, causing each of his hundreds of swords to blaze in black flames. + +Following that, he unleashed the barrage, sending a rain of flaming, black swords hurtling toward the massive spider. + +The air hissed with the searing heat as the swords streaked through the sky like falling stars. The spider, due to its enormous size, couldn’t evade the onslaught in time. + +Thud! Thud! Thud! + +The swords struck true, impaling its massive form from every angle. Some pierced through its thick, armored limbs, pinning them to the ground. Others embedded themselves deep in its grotesque body, searing its flesh with unrelenting flames. Enjoy new stories from freewebnovel + +A few swords found their mark on the spider’s head, driving through its carapace and silencing its frenzied movements. + +The corpse of the spider soon turned into green glowing particles and was devoured by Max. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 7 of Apprentice Rank.] + +"Ah, good!" Max smiled, finally reaching level 7. Jumping from level 4 to level 7 in one day was something Max had only dreamed of. "I would have needed hundreds of thousands of cores to level up three realms so quickly," he muttered with a sigh. + +Just then, a door appeared in front of him—a red glowing door. + +"Time to enter the 2nd floor," Max muttered as he entered through the door and disappeared from the like-world. + +--- + +Max found himself emerging from the monolith in an environment almost identical to the first floor, except that there were many Adept Rank geniuses roaming around. + +"Hey, look, someone from the first floor is here." + +"Huh? Guys, look at his strength—level 7 of Apprentice Rank! How did he pass the trial?" + +"I don’t know, maybe the trial is easy or something, and this guy looks very familiar for some reason." + +"Familiar? You people from the other regions sure have slow minds. The one standing before us is none other than Max Morgan, who just ascended to the top of the monolith not long ago. Behold your eyes and feast on the number one genius of the East Region—at least in terms of potential, that is." + +"Humph, they can’t even recognize the figure they’ve seen not long ago. Here I thought so highly of the geniuses from the other regions." + +"Why, you...?" + +Some geniuses recognized Max easily, while others couldn’t, leading to them being mocked by the geniuses from the East Region. But when they did learn his identity, they were surprised. They hadn’t expected they would get to see the legendary figure who had ascended the peak of the monolith with their own eyes. + +But that led to even more surprise for them when they realized Max was only at level 7 of Apprentice Rank. + +Max heard them loud and clear, but he didn’t care. His eyes scanned the chunk of rocks far in the distance, where the comprehension aura was concentrated. + +However, just as he reached there, a figure blocked his path. It was Anton. + +"You did good," Anton said proudly. "Ascending the monolith is very difficult, and reaching the top is even more impossible. Only a handful of people have ever accomplished that feat." + +Max smiled, noticing the change in Anton’s attitude. But he didn’t comment on that and instead said gratefully, "Well, I had some luck, so…" + +Anton nodded, glancing at him. He didn’t look like the guy who had been suspicious of him before they entered the temple, but rather like a completely different person. + +"Anyway, I will go and try to enter the third floor," Anton said, pondering. "Last time I came from floor 1 to floor 2, I had to fight an Adept Rank monster while I was at the peak of the Apprentice Rank, so I believe whatever I will be fighting in the trial will be at the peak of Adept Rank for sure." + +Max nodded, feeling strange about how he had to fight five monsters of Adept Rank, each one stronger than the last. ’Looks like I was taken special care of,’ he mused. + +All the glowing particles he had absorbed had leveled him up three times, but he believed those particles would easily let someone else reach the peak of Apprentice Rank, or even Adept Rank, due to their strength. The only reason they hadn’t done so for him earlier was his unique situation. + +’Is this the benefit of reaching the peak of the monolith?’ Max wondered. He also thought that if someone else had been in his shoes, at level 4 of Apprentice Rank, they would have been absolutely destroyed by the first level 1 Adept Rank monster. They stood no chance against an opponent of Adept Rank while being at level 4 of Apprentice Rank. + +"Be cautious of those from the other regions," Anton said at this time, glancing at the other geniuses who were eyeing Max like he was some sort of prey. "They might pull some trick on you." + +Max nodded. "Don’t worry. I will take care of them." + +"Alright, I will be going then." Anton nodded and slowly walked past him, entering the door leading into the monolith. + +Turning to the chunks of rocks filled with level 2 auras, Max trembled in excitement. He had been wanting to upgrade his auras to level 2 for such a long time, but it was only now that he had the opportunity to do so. + +’Since I can’t ascend to any other monoliths on the other floors, my time should still be 1000 minutes,’ Max thought, finding this enough to take his three auras to level 3. + +Without wasting any more time, he sat down in front of the sword aura rock chunk. Since it was his first aura, he wanted to increase its level to 2 first, then work on his other auras. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1410.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1410.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0180c9e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1410.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1403: New Skills!" +slug: "ch-1410" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1410 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1129 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Damn, does that not mean that even if I am trapped inside a secret domain and that domain collapses, I would not die?" Max muttered, a look of genuine delight appearing on his face as the implications settled in. + +The realization struck him with full clarity. His existence was no longer bound to a single layer of reality. + +As long as his dimensions existed, he existed as well, which meant that destruction of external space, collapsing domains, shattered pocket worlds, or unstable secret realms could no longer erase him. At worst, he would be expelled or displaced, but annihilation was no longer a guaranteed outcome. + +As he examined the deeper details, another realization followed, one even more reassuring. + +"Moreover, from the looks of it, I am simply immune to reality manipulation and spatial laws," Max said softly, his smile widening. This was not immunity in the sense of resistance, but sovereignty. + +External spatial authority could no longer overwrite his existence, distort his position, or forcibly erase him from reality. Teleportation locks, spatial seals, reality folding techniques, and forced dimensional suppression would all fail the moment they tried to act directly upon him. + +His body now existed as a stabilized dimensional constant, something that reality itself had to accommodate rather than control. + +Max nodded slowly, satisfaction spreading through him as he absorbed the magnitude of this change. Previously, space had been something he manipulated and fought against. Now, it was something that recognized him. + +He was no longer merely a traveler through dimensions, but an existence acknowledged by them. + +With calm anticipation, he moved on to check the next skill. + +---- + +[Dimensional Immunity] + +– Type: Passive. + +– Effect: Gains partial immunity to any dimension he had unlocked. + +– Description: Their laws recognize him, their pressure bends before him, and their hostility fades. Any power born from an unlocked dimension can no longer fully affect him. + +---- + +"Partial immunity?" Max almost jumped when he read the effect and description of the skill, his eyes widening slightly as he processed what it truly meant. "Does this mean that flame, ice, and lightning based attacks will deal significantly less damage to me?" + +A slow smile formed on his face as understanding settled in. This was not a simple resistance that could be bypassed with stronger attacks. It was an inherent mitigation woven into his existence, reducing the effectiveness of those elements the moment they tried to harm him. + +Considering how frequently those elements appeared in battles within the Divine Realm, this ability alone would already place him at a considerable advantage. + +The more he thought about it, the more intriguing the skill became. Partial immunity implied progression. It was not a fixed state, but a foundation that could potentially be refined and expanded. + +Max found himself wondering whether, one day, this partial immunity could be elevated into absolute immunity, where those elements would no longer be able to harm him at all. The thought lingered in his mind for a moment. + +He was not sure if such a state was truly possible, or if the laws of the world would ever allow an existence to completely disregard entire elemental authorities. Still, given everything he had already achieved, he could not dismiss the possibility outright. + +Shaking his head lightly, Max chose not to dwell on it any further for now. Speculation would not strengthen him. Understanding and practice would. With renewed focus, he shifted his attention and proceeded to check the next skill. + +---- + +[Dimensional Assimilation] + +– Type: Active. + +– Effect: The host gains the authority to assimilate foreign dimensions into his own existence. + +– Description: By force or consent, fragmented worlds, pocket realms, and unstable dimensions can be absorbed and rewritten, becoming part of the host’s dimensional framework. Once assimilated, their laws, space, and energy are no longer independent but operate under the host’s control. + +---- + +"I see," Max muttered as understanding dawned on him, his eyes shining with unmistakable excitement. "With this skill, I can absorb any other dimension that exists in this world and assimilate it as one of my own." + +The more he examined the details, the more impressive the ability became. This was not a temporary takeover or a superficial merge. It was true assimilation, where an external dimension would lose its independent existence and become a permanent part of his dimensional system. + +"This ability is extremely good," Max said quietly, his mind already racing with possibilities. If such a thing existed in the Divine Realm, then secret domains, inherited spaces, fragmented worlds, or unstable pocket dimensions would all become potential assets rather than opportunities to fight over.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Once assimilated, that dimension would fall completely under his authority, its laws, environment, and resources answering only to him. + +Max imagined stepping into a secret domain discovered by countless factions and instead of competing for its treasures or risking his life within it, he could simply absorb it entirely. + +By doing so, he would not only gain its resources but also its structure, its unique laws, and any hidden secrets embedded within it. Everything inside would belong to him, and no one else would be able to interfere. + +The implications were staggering. A dimension that once posed danger or limitation would instead become a sanctuary, a weapon, or a cultivation ground entirely under his control. With such an ability, even the most dangerous secret realms could be turned into stepping stones for his growth. + +Max exhaled slowly, forcing his excitement to settle. Abilities of this caliber were never granted lightly, and he was certain that conditions and limits existed that he had yet to discover. + +Even so, the potential was undeniable. If he ever encountered a secret domain in the Divine Realm, he knew exactly what he would do. He would assimilate it, make it his own, and ensure that every law and existence within it bent to his will. + +---- + +[Keeper’s Dominion] + +– Type: Active. + +– Effect: Grants the ability to have dominion over others. + +---- + +"There is no description for this skill," Max frowned as he stared at the empty space where an explanation should have been. + +"It grants the ability to have dominion over others," he murmured, slowly repeating the words to himself as he tried to grasp their meaning. Dominion was not something vague or symbolic. It implied authority, hierarchy, and an underlying recognition that went far deeper than simple intimidation or control. Still, without a proper description, the exact mechanics of the skill remained unclear. + +After thinking for a moment longer, Max let out a quiet sigh. "I suppose I will have to test this skill on others to truly understand it." There was no other way. Some abilities could only be comprehended through use, especially those tied to authority and sovereignty rather than raw power. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1411.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1411.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..48d57ce --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1411.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1404: An Empty Throne" +slug: "ch-1411" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1411 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1309 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With that thought settled, Max spoke aloud. "Tian." + +"Yes, Master," Tian’s voice responded instantly within his mind. + +"Do I have the ability to unlock a dimension of my choice?" Max asked, his tone steady but carrying a trace of anticipation. + +"Yes, Master," Tian replied without hesitation. + +A smile spread across Max’s face. This was exactly what he had been hoping to hear. The implications were enormous, and the fact that such authority had been granted to him so naturally only reinforced how far his class had evolved. + +"Then tell me," Max continued, "what exactly has been unlocked so far?" + +"Currently, Master has unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all dimensions that Master has already unlocked," Tian answered. + +Max froze for a split second before his eyes widened. "I have unlocked the Inheritance Chamber for all my dimensions?" he exclaimed, genuine shock and excitement mixing together. "Good. Very good." + +For a moment, he felt like laughing outright. Advancing into the Rebirth Realm had not merely strengthened him, but had also removed countless hidden restrictions within his class. Things that had once felt distant or inaccessible had now opened themselves to him all at once, as though acknowledging his rebirth. + +"Tian," Max said after calming himself slightly, "tell me about the Dimension of the Keeper. That dimension unlocked on its own, did it not?" + +"Yes, Master," Tian replied. "The Dimension of the Keeper is the core dimension of the class. It is the dimension through which Master can unlock any other dimension he wishes to obtain. It is also the place where the true legacy of the Dimensional Keeper resides." + +Max fell silent as he absorbed those words. The Dimension of the Keeper was not merely another space under his control. It was the origin point, the foundation upon which everything else was built. Understanding it would not just expand his power, but reveal the true meaning of what it meant to be a Dimensional Keeper. + +"There is still time before the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial begins," Max muttered thoughtfully as he stood in the quiet of the training chamber. "I might as well visit the Dimension of the Keeper." + +With that decision made, his figure vanished without any fluctuation of energy or distortion of space, as though he had simply stepped out of existence itself. + +In the next instant, Max found himself standing upon an endless sea of white clouds. The sky above was vast and calm, filled with a soft radiance that did not originate from any visible sun. All around him stood numerous doors, each one representing a dimension he had already unlocked, their surfaces carrying faint traces of the laws and elements they governed. + +The place felt familiar, yet different, as though it had acknowledged his presence in a way it never had before. + +"This is the place I always come to when I want to enter my dimensions," Max muttered softly. This was his first time arriving here with his physical body rather than through a projected consciousness, and the sensation was subtly different. + +The clouds beneath his feet felt real, the air carried weight, and the space itself seemed aware of him. There was a strange sense of belonging mixed with solemnity, making the experience feel both special and profound. + +As Max continued observing the cloud filled world, something caught his attention. In the distance, standing alone and unoccupied, was a throne. + +"Hm?" Max frowned slightly as his gaze fixed on it. "I am certain there was never a throne here before." He had passed through this place countless times, day after day, and he was intimately familiar with every detail of it. The appearance of something so significant could not be a coincidence. + +"It seems this throne only appeared after I entered the Rebirth Realm," Max muttered as he stared at it more closely. The throne was simple in design yet carried an indescribable authority. It was not ornate or decorated, but its presence alone made the surrounding clouds feel still, as though everything deferred to it. + +As he continued to look at it, an unexpected sensation rose within him. A subtle pull, gentle yet undeniable, urged him forward. It was not coercive, nor was it aggressive. It felt more like an invitation, as though the throne itself recognized him and was calling him to take his place. + +"Is this throne calling for me to sit on it?" Max wondered quietly. He paused for a moment, weighing the situation. This place was part of his class, and everything within it existed because of the Dimensional Keeper. + +If there was any danger, it would not be one meant to harm him. + +With that thought, Max stepped forward and sat upon the throne, choosing to trust the authority of his class and the path it had already laid out for him. + +The instant Max settled onto the throne, something profound occurred. His consciousness expanded violently yet seamlessly, spreading outward in every direction at once. + +There was no sensation of movement, no feeling of travel, yet in a single breathless moment, his awareness connected to every dimension he had unlocked. It was as though invisible threads snapped into place, binding his existence to countless worlds simultaneously. + +Max’s vision shattered into multiplicity. He was no longer seeing from a single perspective. In the Dimension of Lightning, he could observe the endless storm clouds churning, every arc of lightning obeying his will even without conscious command. + +In the Dimension of Flames, he felt the heat of every flame pillar and sensed the temperament of each fire as if they were living entities breathing alongside him. + +The Dimension of Ice revealed itself in perfect stillness, where every frozen particle and drifting frost carried clear structure and intent. + +Space unfolded like an open manuscript in the Dimension of Space, with distances, folds, and layers laid bare before him, while Time flowed as a visible continuum rather than an abstract concept in the Dimension of Time, its currents slow, fast, fractured, or stable depending on the region. + +He was not merely observing these dimensions. He was present in all of them. + +Max realized with quiet astonishment that nothing escaped him. Every fluctuation, every birth of energy, every imbalance within his dimensions surfaced instantly in his mind. + +He could see how energy circulated, how laws interacted, how instability formed, and how it could be corrected with a single thought. It felt natural, as if this was how things were always meant to be. + +There was no strain, no overload, despite the vastness of information flooding into him. His mind processed it all effortlessly, reorganizing infinite data into perfect clarity. + +More frightening than the vision itself was the realization that these dimensions were no longer separate spaces he governed from above. They were extensions of his existence. + +If lightning raged, he felt it as a shift in his own state. If a dimension stabilized or evolved, it resonated within him like a heartbeat. The boundary between self and world had dissolved. He was the anchor, the ruler, and the constant that held them all together. + +At that moment, Max understood what the throne truly represented. It was not a symbol of authority, nor a reward for advancement. It was an interface, a convergence point where the Dimensional Keeper ceased to be a traveler between worlds and became the nexus through which all worlds aligned. Sitting upon it did not grant power. It acknowledged it. + +As the connection stabilized, Max exhaled slowly, his expression calm yet carrying a depth that had not existed before. He was no longer merely someone who possessed dimensions. + +He was bound to them in a way that could not be severed, seeing through all of them at once, existing across them simultaneously, and standing at the absolute center of their reality. + +This was what meant to be the Dimensional Keeper. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1412.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1412.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ef6dfc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1412.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1405: Temptation of Peace!" +slug: "ch-1412" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1412 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1253 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I should sit here all day," Max muttered silently as his eyelids lowered, his breathing growing slow and even, as though the weight he had been carrying for so long had finally loosened its grip on him.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The moment his eyes closed, the constant tension that had followed him since his ascension seemed to melt away. There was no urgency, no danger, no calculations of enemies or future battles. + +For the first time since stepping into the Divine Realm, Max felt a peace so profound that it almost frightened him. It was not the fleeting calm of safety or the satisfaction after victory, but something far deeper, a serenity that seemed woven into the fabric of existence itself. + +He had never realized such peace existed, not even in the quiet moments of his past life or during solitary cultivation sessions. + +As he relaxed further, his consciousness began to drift. It did not fall or scatter, but sank gently, like a leaf descending onto still water. His awareness slipped deeper into the dimensions connected to him, no longer observing them with intent or purpose, but simply existing within them. + +He felt the slow pulse of the Dimension of Flames, steady and warm, its fires no longer violent but comforting, like a hearth that welcomed him home. The Dimension of Lightning hummed softly, its storms calming into vast oceans of electric light that no longer roared, but resonated in harmony with his thoughts. + +Time unfolded around him without pressure. He could feel moments stretch and contract, yet there was no anxiety tied to it. Space lost its distance and meaning, becoming a gentle openness rather than something to be crossed or controlled. Ice no longer symbolized stillness and death, but clarity and preservation, while the void ceased to feel empty, instead revealing itself as boundless potential waiting in silence. + +Slowly, Max began to lose the sense of where he ended and where the dimensions began. His thoughts grew quieter, his sense of self blurring as he drifted further into the interconnected worlds. + +He was no longer a cultivator sitting on a throne surrounded by doors. He was a presence diffused across countless realities, touching them all without effort or resistance. The burdens of ambition, conflict, and destiny faded into the background, replaced by a gentle awareness that felt eternal. + +In that moment, Max did not seek power or understanding. He simply existed, suspended within the vast world of dimensions, slowly and steadily losing himself in a tranquility so deep that even the concept of time seemed unwilling to disturb it. + +"Wake up..." + +Just as Max stood on the verge of sinking into an eternal sleep, a faint voice brushed against his consciousness. It was distant, almost unreal, like a ripple on the surface of a perfectly still lake. + +The disturbance irritated him. + +Even now, someone was reaching him. Even now, someone was breaking the peace he had finally found. + +"Wake up!" + +The voice came again, louder this time, cutting through the serenity that wrapped around his mind. Max felt a knot of resistance form within him. He did not want to respond. He did not want to leave this place. + +The world of dimensions had given him something he had chased through countless battles, deaths, and rebirths. It had given him peace. Not the fragile kind that shattered under pressure, but a deep and all consuming calm that asked nothing of him. + +"Wake the fuck up!" + +The shout roared through his mind like a thunderclap. + +Max winced. The peace trembled, cracks spreading through it as confusion and irritation bled in. He felt torn, pulled between the quiet abyss he was slipping into and the harsh insistence of the voice calling him back. + +"Who?" Max finally muttered, his words heavy and slow, as though dragging them up from a deep ocean. His eyes opened reluctantly, the calm still clinging to him even as reality began to seep back in. + +What he saw made his thoughts stumble. + +Standing before him was himself. + +The other Max looked frantic, his expression twisted with urgency and fear, nothing like the tranquility Max had just abandoned. He was shouting, his voice raw and desperate, his hands already reaching out. + +"Wake up. Wake up, Max!" + +The sight shattered what remained of Max’s clarity. His mind reeled, struggling to reconcile what he was seeing. + +"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice dull and unfocused, as though the words belonged to someone else. He could not understand why his own clone was here, why this version of himself was so desperate to pull him away from the throne, away from the only place that had ever felt truly right. + +The confusion deepened into conflict. One part of him wanted to sink back into the stillness, to close his eyes again and let everything fade. Another part, shaken by the fear etched on his other self’s face, felt a creeping unease, a warning that something was terribly wrong. + +Before the other Max could answer, he acted. + +With all his strength, he grabbed Max and yanked him violently away from the throne. The sudden force tore through Max’s senses, ripping him out of the gentle pull of the dimensions. + +The peace shattered completely, collapsing like a dream torn apart at the moment of waking, leaving behind only disorientation and the echo of what he had almost lost himself to. + +At that moment, Max’s consciousness snapped back into alignment, reconnecting fully with his clone, and the truth flooded into him with terrifying clarity. + +"Damn it, this throne is a veil trap," Max cursed aloud as he stared at the empty seat before him, his voice carrying a rare edge of anger. + +Through the memories his clone shared, Max finally understood what had happened. The instant he sat on the throne and allowed himself to sink into the world of dimensions, the connection between him and his clone had been severed. + +That alone should have been impossible. Max and his clone did not share a simple mental link. They shared a single consciousness inhabiting two bodies. No external force should have been capable of cutting that connection, yet the throne had done exactly that. + +Once the link was broken, there was nothing to anchor Max to reality anymore. With no external interruption and no shared awareness to pull him back, his consciousness had begun drifting deeper and deeper into the dimensional world. + +What he had felt as peace was not rest. It was a slow dissolution. A gentle sinking into something that would never let him return. + +As Max recalled that moment, the calm, the absence of burden, the overwhelming desire to remain there forever, a chill ran down his spine. The realization was horrifying. That peace had not been a gift. It had been a lure. A silence so perfect that it erased the will to awaken. + +"If my clone had not forced me awake," Max muttered quietly, his gaze never leaving the throne, "I would have entered eternal sleep along with it." + +The thought lingered heavily in his mind. The throne was not merely a symbol of authority or a conduit of control. It was a test, or perhaps a filter, one that judged whether the Dimensional Keeper possessed the will to remain awake in the face of absolute serenity. + +Max exhaled slowly, his expression solemn. He now understood that power at this level did not always come in the form of destruction or domination. Sometimes, the greatest danger was the temptation to let go. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1413.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1413.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bdd22ab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1413.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1406: Ways to Unlock Dimensions!" +slug: "ch-1413" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1413 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1212 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max looked at the empty throne for a long moment before slowly shaking his head. "This throne... I am simply not ready for it," he said quietly, his voice carrying a trace of lingering unease. + +Whether it was because his will was not yet strong enough or because he did not truly understand the throne’s purpose, Max could not say. Perhaps it was both. + +The throne was not something meant to be approached lightly, and the experience had made that painfully clear. Whatever role it played in the legacy of the Dimensional Keeper, it demanded a level of awareness and control that he had yet to achieve. + +Choosing not to dwell on it any further, Max turned his gaze toward his clone. A troubling thought crossed his mind, one that sent a faint chill through him. + +What would have happened if his clone had also been affected by the throne in the same way? If both of them had been pulled into that overwhelming peace at the same time, there would have been no one left to wake the other. + +Max imagined the two of them seated there, consciousness slowly dissolving into the endless dimensions, slipping deeper until even the concept of awakening vanished. + +He could not help but wonder whether they would have ever woken up from that eternal sleep, or if they would have remained trapped there forever, suspended in perfect stillness. + +Either outcome made his chest tighten slightly. To fall not in battle, not to a powerful enemy, but to a silent and alluring oblivion would have been the worst possible ending he could imagine. + +With that realization, Max reaffirmed his decision. Until he fully understood the throne and possessed the strength to face what it represented, he would keep his distance, no matter how tempting its call might be. + +Following this, Max sent his clone back to the Dimension of Spirit, allowing it to play and spend time with Lilly as it always did, while his main body turned its attention toward the door leading to the Dimension of the Keeper. + +This was the reason he had come here in the first place, and after what had just happened with the throne, he was more focused than ever. + +Without overthinking it, Max pushed open the door to the Dimension of the Keeper and stepped inside.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +What greeted him was far simpler than he had expected. There was no vast landscape, no endless sky, and no overwhelming pressure. Instead, the space before him was nothing more than a quiet and spacious hall, clean and orderly, carrying a sense of calm authority. + +At the center of the hall stood Tian, waiting patiently. + +"Master, you are here," Tian said as he bowed respectfully. + +Max noticed it immediately. Tian’s demeanor had changed. The respect in his posture and tone felt deeper and more sincere than before, as though Max’s advancement into the Rebirth Realm had elevated his standing in ways that even Tian could not ignore. + +"Tian, how do I unlock new dimensions?" Max asked directly, wasting no time. + +Tian straightened and explained calmly. "There are two ways for Master to unlock a dimension. The first is through a challenge, and the second is through increasing your cultivation realm." + +He continued, "Now that Master has reached the Rebirth Realm, you are qualified to unlock one new dimension at random. Likewise, when Master reaches the next cultivation realm such as the Law Awakening Realm, you will once again gain the right to unlock another random dimension, and this pattern will continue as your cultivation rises." + +"I see," Max said as he nodded thoughtfully. Two paths. One was direct and dangerous, which likely meant trials and battles within the Dimension of the Keeper itself. The other was steady and reliable, tied directly to his cultivation progress. Both had their merits, but for now, the second option was far more appealing. + +After a brief pause, Max spoke again. "I want to try unlocking a random dimension first." + +"Very well," Tian replied as he nodded, then casually flicked his fingers. + +Almost instantly, something materialized within the hall. + +Max looked ahead and saw what appeared to be a strange machine. As he approached it, his understanding deepened. The machine was transparent in the front, and inside it floated many blue glowing orbs, each one pulsing faintly with a different rhythm. + +They drifted slowly within the enclosure, colliding and separating like living stars. On the side of the machine was a single lever, simple in design yet clearly important. + +Max did not need an explanation to understand its purpose. If his guess was correct, pulling the lever would trigger the selection, and one of those blue glowing orbs would be released. + +He turned his gaze toward Tian. "Should I?" + +"Go ahead, Master," Tian said calmly. + +Max nodded, reached out, and pulled the lever down. + +In the next instant, the machine came alive. All the blue glowing orbs inside began to move wildly, colliding and darting around as though competing with one another. The glow inside the machine intensified, filling the hall with shimmering blue light. + +After a brief moment of chaos, one orb shot forward, exiting through the front opening and flying straight toward Max. + +The orb landed gently in his hand. + +Before Max could even react, the blue glow surged, and the orb dissolved into streams of light that flowed directly into his body. A rush of unfamiliar information flooded his mind, carrying with it the concept, structure, and authority of a brand new dimension that had just been bound to him. + +[Host has unlocked the Dimension of Forge.] + +"Dimension of Forge?" Max muttered as the information settled within his mind, his thoughts slowly organizing themselves around the concept that had just been bound to him. "A dimension where I can forge weapons and armors." + +The idea itself made his interest rise immediately. Armor held little appeal for him, as his path had always favored offense and decisive combat. Weapons, however, were a different matter altogether. + +A dimension dedicated to forging meant the potential to create blades, spears, and other instruments of destruction that could perfectly match his cultivation, his laws, and his sword path. The implications were immense, especially for someone walking toward a cosmic path of severance. + +"But I am not a blacksmith," Max muttered as a frown formed between his brows. "How exactly am I supposed to forge anything?" + +He had never learned the techniques of smithing, nor had he spent time refining weapons through traditional methods. Forging was a discipline of its own, one that required knowledge, experience, and patience. + +After a moment of thought, Max shook his head and let out a soft breath. He understood that worrying now would change nothing. + +The Dimension of Forge was now his, and like every other dimension he possessed, its rules would reveal themselves only when he stepped inside. Experience had already taught him that these dimensions were not bound by conventional logic, and whatever method of forging existed there would not be something as simple as hammer and anvil. + +With that realization, Max allowed his curiosity to settle into calm anticipation. He knew that the answers he sought would present themselves naturally the moment he entered the Dimension of Forge for the first time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1414.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1414.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..178bae1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1414.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1407: Dimension of Genesis" +slug: "ch-1414" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1414 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1075 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Now I want to try the challenge method," Max said as he turned his gaze toward Tian, his expression calm yet clearly focused. "How does this method work?" + +Tian did not hesitate. "In this case, Master must first choose the dimension you wish to unlock," he explained in a steady and respectful tone. "Once the choice is made, a trial corresponding to that dimension will be generated." + +He continued, "The trial will consist of several challenges. These challenges are not fixed in form, nor are they purely based on combat. They are designed randomly and will test Master’s strength, comprehension, and will." + +Tian paused briefly before adding, "If Master successfully passes all the challenges within the trial, the chosen dimension will be unlocked and assimilated into Master’s dimensional system. If Master fails, the trial will end, and the dimension will remain sealed until Master attempts the challenge again at a later time." + +Max listened carefully, his thoughts already beginning to turn. This method was clearly far more demanding than the random unlock, but it also offered something the other method did not. Choice. The ability to target a specific dimension meant he could plan his growth instead of relying on chance. + +"I understand," Max said slowly, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips. The challenge method was dangerous, but danger had never been something he shied away from. On the contrary, it was often where his greatest growth came from. + +Just at that moment, a vast list unfolded before Max’s vision, lines of radiant text descending endlessly, each one carrying the name of a dimension followed by a concise yet profound description. + +The moment he perceived it, his eyes shone brilliantly, reflecting the sheer magnitude of what lay before him. The list was not merely long. It felt almost infinite, as though it contained possibilities that stretched beyond eras and realms, each dimension representing a different concept, environment, or authority waiting to be claimed. + +Yet Max did not allow himself to be distracted. Despite the temptation to read every entry, he steadied his thoughts and focused on what he truly needed. His gaze moved swiftly across the names, filtering them one by one, searching for a dimension where humans or other life forms could exist freely without harm or restriction. + +He ignored dimensions of extreme elements, hostile voids, and abstract concepts that would tear ordinary beings apart. What he sought was not power alone, but refuge. + +After a short while, his eyes stopped. + +Dimension of Genesis. + +The name alone carried weight, and as Max read the description, his breath slowed. This dimension was capable of housing any form of life without being detected by external perception. No aura would leak. + +No spatial ripple would form. No divine sense, no matter how powerful, could detect the presence of life hidden within it. Even the strongest existences of the Divine Realm would perceive nothing at all. + +Max felt his heart tighten slightly as the meaning sank in. + +This was exactly what he had been searching for. + +"With this dimension," Max murmured softly, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he clenched his fists, "I can bring Alice and Lena to the Divine Realm without a single worry." + +There would be no pursuit, no surveillance, no hidden danger lurking from beings far beyond his current reach. They would be safe, completely beyond the awareness of the world, until the day he was strong enough to protect them openly. + +At that moment, the endless list faded into the background. For Max, only one choice remained, and he already knew he would not let this opportunity slip away. + +Just as Max confirmed his decision, the space before him rippled gently, and a door manifested out of nothing. It stood quietly in the hall, its surface smooth and unadorned, yet it carried a sense of inevitability that made it impossible to ignore. + +"Master, now that you have chosen which dimension to unlock, this door will lead you to the trial you must pass for that dimension," Tian said calmly from behind him. + +Max nodded, his gaze fixed on the door. He took a step forward, then paused. Turning back toward Tian, he asked, "What kind of trial should I expect inside?" + +Tian answered without hesitation. "It will be mostly combat." + +"And who will I be fighting?" Max asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. + +"You will find out once you step through the door," Tian replied. + +Max let out a wry smile and sighed softly. There was no point in pressing further. He reached out, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. + +The world shifted instantly. + +Max found himself standing in the middle of a dense forest. Towering trees stretched high above him, their canopies blocking out most of the sky, while the ground beneath his feet was covered in fallen leaves and thick roots. + +The air was calm, carrying the scent of earth and greenery, yet there was something unnaturally quiet about the place. No insects buzzed. No birds cried out. The forest felt alive in appearance alone. + +Activating his Dimensional Sovereign Body instinctively, Max expanded his perception across the entire area. The result made his expression turn serious. The forest was completely empty, devoid of any life or hidden presence, with only two existences registered within this space. + +One of them was himself. + +The other stood deeper within the forest. + +Max moved forward, his steps soundless as he weaved between the trees, until the second figure came into view. As he drew closer, his eyes sharpened, and understanding dawned. + +"It is indeed a puppet," Max muttered once he stood face to face with it. + +The figure before him looked humanoid, its features refined yet strangely lifeless, as though carved rather than born. + +Having spent time around Tian, who was also a puppet, Max could immediately recognize the subtle signs. This being was no living cultivator. It was a construct, designed solely for this trial. + +Then Max sensed its aura more clearly, and his brows furrowed. + +"Its strength is at the peak of the Rebirth Realm?" he said quietly. + +He had not expected such a level of opposition right from the start, but as the thought settled, he understood the logic behind it. + +If the trial did not present a genuine threat, it would not be worthy of guarding a dimension like the Dimension of Genesis. A challenge meant to unlock something so important could never be easy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1415.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1415.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1016ef6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1415.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1408: The Puppet!" +slug: "ch-1415" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1415 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment Max laid eyes on the puppet, it reacted as well. There was no warning, no pause, and no attempt at communication. The instant its gaze locked onto him, its body blurred and vanished from its original position. + +It moved with terrifying speed, faster than any opponent Max had faced so far, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. In the next moment, it appeared directly before him, its fist already clenched and coated in a brilliant golden glow. + +The aura around that fist was so dense that the surrounding air trembled violently, compressed by sheer power as it smashed straight toward Max. + +Max’s eyes sharpened. He did not retreat. Instead, he clenched his own fist, drawing upon the full might of the Vein of Origin, and met the attack head on. + +Bang! + +The collision of their fists erupted with a deafening boom that echoed through the forest. Shockwaves tore outward, flattening the undergrowth and shaking the towering trees as though a storm had passed through them. + +A figure was pushed backward, sliding across the forest floor before coming to a halt several meters away. + +It was the puppet. + +Yet Max felt no satisfaction. His gaze narrowed as he observed the result. Despite being forced back, the puppet showed no signs of injury at all. Its arm was intact, its aura steady, and its body showed not even a scratch. + +That realization made Max’s expression turn serious. His punch, empowered by the Vein of Origin and his Rebirth Realm body, was more than enough to severely injure most peak Rebirth Realm cultivators. Yet this construct had endured it without consequence. + +"The defense of this puppet is extremely strong," Max muttered, his tone calm but focused. + +Before he could reflect further, the puppet was already moving again. It lunged forward with the same terrifying speed, its fist once more clenched and shrouded in golden aura, the pressure radiating from it causing the ground beneath its feet to crack as it charged. + +Max watched its movements carefully and quickly reached a conclusion. "It seems this puppet is limited to close combat," he muttered, a faint smile forming on his lips. "In that case, I will meet it the same way." + +He inhaled deeply and spoke in a low voice. "Vein of Origin, full release." + +In an instant, the restraints within his body shattered. Raw strength flooded through his veins and muscles as though a massive dam had burst open inside him. + +Power surged outward, violent and overwhelming, reinforcing every fiber of his reconstructed body. His presence changed completely, the air around him warping under the sheer physical might he now exuded. + +The instant Max fully released the Vein of Origin, a subtle yet undeniable realization struck him. + +’What is this feeling?’ The raw strength surging through his body felt different from before, sharper and denser, as though it had been reforged. Compared to when he was still at the Divine Rank, the output of the Vein of Origin had clearly increased. + +It was not a sudden leap, but a natural elevation, as if the same power now flowed through a far stronger vessel. + +More importantly, Max could feel an unprecedented level of control. The raging strength no longer threatened to spill out or run wild. Every strand of power moved exactly as he intended, responding instantly to his will. His body felt solid, grounded, and absolute, like a divine forge that could contain and direct monstrous force without strain. + +’So the Rebirth Realm strengthens the foundation of the body itself,’ Max realized. This realm did not merely grant new power. It refined the vessel that wielded it. + +He did not have time to dwell on the thought. + +The puppet was already upon him. + +It appeared directly in front of Max, its golden fist tearing through the air with brutal momentum. Max stepped forward instead of retreating, his stance firm as he met the attack with his own fist. Their punches collided, not once, but repeatedly, as the two entered a violent exchange of pure close combat. + +Fists clashed. Elbows crashed. Knees struck. Every movement was direct and merciless. + +The forest became a battlefield of shockwaves. Each collision sent ripples of compressed air blasting outward, snapping tree trunks and pulverizing the ground beneath their feet. Max dominated the rhythm of the fight from the very beginning. + +His strikes were heavier, his timing sharper, and his control absolute. Each punch he threw carried overwhelming physical authority, forcing the puppet back again and again. + +The puppet retaliated without hesitation. It did not flinch, nor did it slow. It countered every strike with mechanical precision, its golden aura flaring brighter as it absorbed Max’s attacks head on. Max’s fists slammed into its body, producing thunderous impacts, yet the puppet endured, its defenses proving just as terrifying as before. + +Max pressed harder. + +He drove the puppet across the forest, landing blow after blow, his raw strength surging relentlessly. At several points, he forced the puppet to block with both arms, its feet carving deep trenches into the earth as it resisted being blown away entirely. In terms of dominance, Max clearly held the upper hand. His strikes dictated the battle, his presence overwhelming. + +Yet as the clash continued, Max felt something unsettling. + +The resistance was increasing. + +Each time their fists collided, the puppet’s counterforce grew subtly stronger. Its golden aura became denser, its movements more refined. Where its strikes had initially felt inferior, they were now carrying weight that nearly matched his own. The difference was small, but Max noticed it immediately. + +’It is adapting,’ Max realized, his eyes narrowing. + +The puppet’s strength was no longer static. With every exchange, it adjusted, refined, and elevated itself, responding directly to the level of force Max displayed. In direct confrontation, its punches were beginning to carry power dangerously close to his own. + +Seeing the subtle yet undeniable adaptation taking place, Max’s expression hardened. He understood immediately what kind of opponent he was facing. If this battle dragged on any longer, the puppet would continue to adjust, refine itself, and eventually reach a point where brute force alone would no longer be enough to decisively end the fight. That was not a risk he was willing to take. + +Max decided to finish this battle. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1416.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1416.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e6dfe47 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1416.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1409: Creation From Nothing!" +slug: "ch-1416" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1416 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He stopped advancing and planted his feet firmly into the ground. The forest seemed to fall silent for a brief instant as he drew a slow, deliberate breath. In that moment, Max no longer restrained anything. He did not moderate his output, nor did he concern himself with efficiency or conservation. He chose absolute dominance. + +The Vein of Origin roared. + +The full strength sealed within it was released without reservation, flooding his entire body in a violent surge of raw physical power. Muscles tightened to their limit, his reconstructed body resonating with the overwhelming force as though it had been forged solely for this moment. + +The air around him warped visibly, unable to withstand the pressure radiating from his form. The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank slightly, unable to bear the weight of his presence. + +The puppet charged. + +Its golden aura flared brighter than ever, its fist smashing forward with power that now nearly rivaled Max’s own. The moment it crossed into striking range, Max moved. + +There was no flourish and no technique. He simply threw a punch. + +It was a single, straightforward strike, backed by the totality of the Vein of Origin and the reinforced foundation of his Rebirth Realm body. The punch did not create a shockwave on impact. Instead, it created a moment of absolute stillness, as though the world itself had paused to witness the collision. + +Then everything exploded. + +Max’s fist pierced straight through the puppet’s golden aura, crushing it as if it were nothing more than a fragile shell. The puppet’s arm shattered instantly, followed by its torso, its internal structure collapsing under the overwhelming physical force. + +The destructive energy did not stop there. It tore through the puppet’s entire body, reducing it to fragments before it could even register what had happened. + +A thunderous blast followed, ripping outward through the forest as the puppet was completely obliterated. Trees were uprooted, the earth was gouged open, and a massive crater formed at the point of impact. When the dust finally settled, there was nothing left of the puppet. No remains. No fragments. No trace of its existence. + +Max slowly lowered his fist. + +The raging power within him receded as he relaxed his body, the Vein of Origin returning to a dormant state. He exhaled calmly, his expression composed, as though he had merely completed a necessary task rather than destroyed an opponent that had nearly matched him moments ago. + +The battle was over. + +"This puppet was strange," Max muttered as he looked at the devastated forest, his gaze lingering on the crater where the construct had vanished completely. "It could adapt to my strength and even counter it by increasing its own power." + +The thought unsettled him slightly. He replayed the battle in his mind, recalling how the resistance had grown heavier with every exchange. He could not help but wonder what would have happened if he had allowed the fight to continue. + +If he had let the puppet fully adapt, would it have eventually reached a point where it could suppress him purely through raw physical strength? + +The possibility was not comforting. That puppet had not been a simple opponent meant to be defeated. It had been a test, one designed to force a decisive end. + +Before he could dwell on it further, space rippled gently before him, and a door manifested out of thin air. + +Max stepped through it without hesitation, and the forest vanished instantly. + +The trial was over. + +[Dimension of Genesis unlocked.] + +Max smiled as the notification appeared before his eyes. There was no exhaustion on his face, only satisfaction. He turned his attention back toward Tian. "So I can challenge a trial for any dimension at any time?" + +"Yes, Master," Tian replied with a nod. + +Max’s smile widened further. "Good." + +In the next moment, his figure faded from the Dimension of the Keeper and reappeared within his newly unlocked dimension. + +The Dimension of Genesis. + +Yet the instant Max arrived, his expression froze. + +There was nothing. + +No land. No sky. No light. No darkness in the conventional sense. Just endless void stretching in every direction, silent and absolute. There was no sense of distance, no horizon to measure against, and no laws that could be immediately perceived. It felt less like a world and more like a blank page that had never been written upon. + +"Tian, what is this?" Max called out, his voice echoing faintly through the emptiness. + +A moment later, Tian’s figure manifested beside him, his gaze sweeping across the void with quiet understanding. + +"There is nothing here," Max said, stating the obvious as his eyes narrowed slightly. + +Tian remained silent for a brief moment before speaking. "Master, the Dimension of Genesis is extremely unique. Unlike your other dimensions, this one does not come preformed." + +He continued calmly, "In this dimension, Master must create everything yourself." + +Max stood still as the words sank in. Slowly, a different kind of light appeared in his eyes. Shock gave way to realization, and realization turned into something far deeper. + +This was not a limitation. It was an invitation. The Dimension of Genesis was not meant to house something that already existed. It was meant to become whatever its master willed it to be. + +A dimension where creation itself belonged entirely to him. + +"Nice," Max smiled softly, genuine joy surfacing as his thoughts turned toward how this world should be. + +The moment that idea fully formed in his mind, the void responded. + +There was no explosion and no sudden flash of light. Creation began quietly, almost reverently, as though the Dimension of Genesis itself was listening and obeying. From the endless nothingness beneath Max’s feet, substance began to emerge. + +The void thickened, condensing into form, and a vast landmass slowly took shape, stretching outward in all directions. Soil formed first, dark and fertile, followed by layers of stone and bedrock beneath it, each stratum settling into place as if it had always existed. + +Mountains rose next. They did not erupt violently but grew steadily, their massive silhouettes pushing upward until jagged peaks pierced the empty sky. + +Valleys carved themselves naturally between them, shaped by invisible rivers that soon followed. Water flowed into existence, gathering into streams, rivers, and vast lakes, their surfaces reflecting a sky that had not yet been born. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1417.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1417.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6005cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1417.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1410: Magical Dimension of Genesis!" +slug: "ch-1417" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1417 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1296 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Then the sky formed. + +Above the land, a firmament unfolded, deep blue spreading outward until it covered the world entirely. Clouds gathered slowly, drifting across the heavens with unhurried grace. A sun took shape, warm and golden, hanging at the perfect height to bathe the land in gentle light. A moon followed, pale and serene, destined to rule the night. + +Time itself aligned around them, establishing the rhythm of day and night without Max needing to consciously will it. + +Life came next. + +Forests bloomed across the plains, trees rising tall and ancient, their leaves whispering softly as wind began to move through the world. Grass spread like a living carpet, flowers blooming in countless colors along hillsides and riverbanks. + +Animals emerged naturally, deer roaming the forests, birds taking to the skies, and creatures of all kinds filling the land with quiet motion. Nothing felt forced. Everything followed the logic of a medieval world shaped by nature rather than machines. + +Then came civilization. + +Stone roads etched themselves across the land, connecting settlements that formed organically at river crossings and fertile plains. Villages appeared first, simple and sturdy, built from wood and stone. Fires burned within hearths that had never been lit by mortal hands, and fields stretched outward, ready for cultivation. + +Larger cities followed, surrounded by high walls and watchtowers, their architecture unmistakably medieval. Castles rose upon hills and cliffs, their banners fluttering in the wind, symbols awaiting kingdoms that had yet to be named. + +Blacksmith forges stood at the heart of towns, their anvils heavy and worn, while markets formed nearby, stalls lined with empty tables ready to be filled. Churches, guild halls, and academies appeared as well, establishing the foundations of faith, trade, and learning. + +Every structure carried the weight of history, as though generations had already lived and died here, even though the world itself had just been born. + +Max stood silently as it all unfolded before him. + +He had not shaped every detail consciously. He did not need to. The Dimension of Genesis translated his intent and imagination into reality, filling in the gaps with flawless logic. This was not an illusion or a temporary construct. This was a complete world, stable and real, born entirely from his will. + +As the final details settled, the world grew quiet. Wind rustled through trees. Water flowed steadily through rivers. The sun warmed the land. + +Max exhaled slowly, awe flickering across his face. + +An entire medieval world now existed where moments ago there had been nothing at all. + +Max stood there in silence, his mind momentarily emptied of all words. He had only imagined the outline of a medieval world, a vague desire rather than a detailed plan, yet the Dimension of Genesis had responded by creating an entire world for him with astonishing completeness. Mountains, rivers, forests, cities, and castles all existed in perfect harmony, as though they had been shaped by centuries of natural evolution rather than born in a single instant. + +"This is good," Max finally murmured, his voice quiet and sincere. He could not deny it. The world before him was beautiful, coherent, and alive in every sense except one. + +As his initial awe settled, his eyes began to notice what was missing. The roads were empty. The cities were silent. The castles stood tall, yet no banners bore the marks of living kingdoms. There were no people walking the streets, no voices in the markets, no laughter or conflict echoing through the halls of civilization. + +This world had a body, but it lacked a soul. + +"Of course, I cannot create life out of nothing," Max muttered, a faint smile tinged with realism appearing on his face. "If I could do that freely, then would I not already possess the power of a god?" + +As soon as those words left his mouth, a memory surfaced unbidden. He recalled Acaris. He remembered standing amid the ruins of a shattered planet, wielding the golden crown, watching continents reform and seas return. + +More than that, he remembered how the dead had risen, how lives lost in the war had been restored as though death itself had been reversed. At the time, he had believed that miracle was only possible because the golden crown had formed a deep connection with his class as a Dimensional Keeper, allowing him to channel its full authority. + +But this was different. + +What he had done now was creation from nothing, shaping matter, laws, and structure, yet stopping short of true life. That boundary still existed, firm and undeniable. The difference between shaping a world and creating life was vast, and Max could feel that clearly. + +His gaze lifted toward the sky of the newly formed world, and a deeper question took shape in his mind. + +"Do gods truly exist in this world?" Max wondered softly. "True gods?" + +It was a question he had never seriously considered before. He had fought beings called gods, seen divine authorities, and witnessed powers that bordered on the absolute, yet now, standing within a world he had created himself, the distinction became sharper. + +What separated a cultivator who could create worlds from a true god who could create life, fate, and existence itself? + +The curiosity lingered, quiet but persistent, as Max continued to look out over the silent medieval world, a creator standing before his creation, contemplating the boundary he had not yet crossed. + +After pondering for a while, Max shook his head lightly and exhaled. These questions were simply too distant for him right now. Thinking about true gods and the limits of creation would not help him at his current stage. What mattered was what he could do in the present. + +"Now that I have the Dimension of Genesis, I should think of a way to return to Acaris someday and bring Alice and Lena here," Max muttered as his thoughts shifted. He knew very well that going back to Acaris would not be easy. Crossing realms, avoiding detection, and ensuring their safety would require strength, authority, and preparation far beyond what he currently possessed. + +Understanding that this was not something he could rush, Max decided to focus on what he could improve immediately. He had only just reached the first level of the Rebirth Realm, and forcefully pushing his cultivation higher would be reckless. Instead, he chose a more stable and effective path. He would strengthen his foundations by refining his techniques and inheritances. + +His attention turned toward the inheritance chambers of his flame, ice, and sword dimensions. Those were areas where he could grow without destabilizing his cultivation, sharpening his combat power and comprehension at the same time. + +"I should prepare fully for the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial," Max muttered seriously. "If I perform well and become a true disciple, there is a chance I can participate in major competitions within the Divine Realm. If my luck is good enough, I might even be able to join them." + +He understood this clearly. The Black Dragon Palace, and even the Black Dragon Clan as a whole, was only a third rate force. No matter how generous their resources were, his growth would eventually be capped if he remained within such a structure. + +Beyond third rate forces existed second rate forces, and above them stood the terrifying first rate forces. He had even heard whispers of existences that surpassed even those, powers that stood at the very apex of the Divine Realm.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +The Divine Realm was unimaginably vast, and he had only just stepped onto its lowest rung. Compared to what lay ahead, his current strength was insignificant. Max clenched his fists slowly, his gaze hardening. + +He still had a long way to go before he could reach the top. + +And only then would he have the right to exact his revenge. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1418.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1418.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec3a4ef --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1418.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1411: Gathering!" +slug: "ch-1418" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1418 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Dimension of Time. + +Max finally stopped practicing his inheritance techniques, his chest rising and falling steadily as sweat covered his entire body. Even in his Rebirth Realm physique, the strain of what he had been doing was undeniable. He had done exactly what he set out to do. + +One by one, he had entered the Inheritance Chambers of the Flame, Ice, and Sword dimensions, selecting the highest level inheritance techniques currently accessible to him and imprinting them deeply into his understanding. + +The days that followed were spent entirely within the Dimension of Time. What passed as only a few days outside had amounted to thousands of years of repeated practice within that timeless space. + +Every movement had been refined, every mistake corrected, and every nuance carved into instinct. He had pushed himself relentlessly, not allowing even a moment of complacency, because he knew the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial would not forgive weakness.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Now, a full week had passed in the outside world, and the day of the trial had arrived. + +"Four Divine Beasts Manifestation is far more difficult to master than Ice God Hand and Thousand Divine Swords," Max muttered as he wiped the sweat from his brow, mentally reviewing his progress. + +Among the three inheritance techniques he had obtained, the flame technique demanded the most from him. It was not simply about power, but control, balance, and resonance with multiple divine manifestations at once. In comparison, Ice God Hand and Thousand Divine Swords were far more straightforward, brutal in their own way, yet easier to bring under command. + +Four Divine Beasts Manifestation, Ice God Hand, and Thousand Divine Swords were now all firmly etched into his foundation, even if one of them still resisted complete mastery. + +"Anyway, it is time to head to the central hub of the Thirty Third Hall," Max muttered as he straightened his posture. + +With that, he exited the Dimension of Time and left his room. + +The moment he stepped outside, he was greeted by movement in every direction. Disciples were streaming through the corridors, all heading toward the same destination. Some wore confident expressions, others were tense and silent, while a few radiated barely concealed excitement. + +Max blended into the flow without drawing attention to himself, moving alongside them toward the heart of the hall. + +Not long after, he arrived at the central hub of the Thirty Third Hall. + +The sight before him was overwhelming. The vast open space was already packed with disciples of all ages and backgrounds, filling the area with noise, conversation, and restless energy. + +Max estimated that there were thousands present, if not more. In the Divine Realm, numbers like this were not unusual, especially for an event as significant as the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial. + +"Max, you are here too." + +The familiar voice made him turn. Carl and Laura were approaching him from the side. They were not alone. Three additional individuals walked with them, each carrying an aura that was calm, confident, and clearly not ordinary among outer disciples. + +Max’s eyes lingered on them briefly, already gauging their strength as the atmosphere around the hub continued to grow heavier with anticipation. ’Peak of Rebirth Realm...all of them.’ + +"Carl and Laura, it is good to see both of you here," Max said warmly as he greeted them, his gaze shifting naturally toward the three individuals standing beside them. + +Laura stepped forward and gestured toward the group with a composed expression. "These three are Simon, who is ranked sixth, Drisco, who is ranked seventh, and Flora, who holds the tenth rank among the outer disciples of the Thirty Third Hall." + +"I am pleased to meet all of you," Max said with a bright and unguarded smile. + +Simon and Drisco merely glanced at him before giving brief nods of acknowledgment, their expressions calm but measured. Flora, on the other hand, looked at Max with unconcealed curiosity, her eyes lingering on him as if she were trying to see through something deeper than his surface demeanor, though she said nothing. + +Max then turned his attention back to Carl and Laura, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "If they are ranked that high, then you two must be near the top as well, right?" + +Carl smiled faintly before answering, his tone relaxed but confident. "I am ranked fourth among the outer disciples of the Thirty Third Hall, and Laura is ranked fifth." + +"Fourth and fifth in the outer disciple rankings," Max repeated with a nod of approval. "That is impressive. You two must be quite strong." + +As the words left his mouth, another thought surfaced in his mind, and he asked it without hesitation. "What about the top three?" + +"They will arrive soon," Laura replied, her lips curving into a smile that did not quite carry warmth. "The gathering has only just begun." + +"Why are you looking at me like that?" Max asked with a wry smile, sensing that there was something unspoken behind their expressions. + +Laura’s smile widened further, a faint glint of amusement flashing in her eyes as she replied, "Things are definitely going to get interesting once the top three show up." + +Carl nodded in agreement, his expression carrying a hint of sympathy mixed with quiet anticipation. + +"Am I missing something here?" Max asked, glancing between the two of them as his curiosity deepened. + +Carl let out a small chuckle before explaining patiently. "By now, everyone in the Thirty Third Hall knows that you are a direct disciple of Elder Virelia. The top three outer disciples of this hall have been striving for years to be taken in by an elder, and more than anything, they all set their sights on Elder Virelia because her teaching methods are considered the best in the entire hall." + +He paused briefly before continuing, his tone turning slightly serious. "Then you appeared out of nowhere and became her disciple almost overnight. Now think about it for a moment. What do you think will happen when the disciple who was personally chosen by Elder Virelia finally comes face to face with the three disciples who have been chasing that same position for years?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1419.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1419.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9c5d47 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1419.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1412: Top Three Disciples of the 33rd Hall!" +slug: "ch-1419" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1419 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1083 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I see." Max smiled wryly as understanding dawned on him. He had not expected things to turn out this way, but at the same time, he truly did not care. + +Elder Virelia had accepted him as her disciple of her own will, and that alone was enough for him. He was grateful for that opportunity, and as for the other disciples, their opinions meant nothing to him. + +If any of them dared to cause trouble over this matter, then they would simply have to bear the consequences themselves. + +Max continued talking with Carl and Laura for a while longer, during which the two of them explained the notable geniuses from other halls and the reputations they carried within the Black Dragon Palace. + +Max listened attentively, committing the information to memory. As their conversation went on, more and more disciples began gathering at the central hub, the crowd steadily swelling as time passed. + +Within just a few minutes, the number of disciples present easily surpassed ten thousand. This time, Max was genuinely shocked. If seeing over a thousand disciples earlier had already surprised him, then witnessing ten thousand gathered in a single hall left him momentarily speechless. + +And this was only one of the thirty six halls. If all the disciples of the thirty six halls were to gather together then how the number of disciples would go? Moreover this was only the outer disciples, not the inner and core disciples. + +The sheer scale of the Black Dragon Palace finally struck him with full force, making him truly understand just how vast and powerful this place was. + +"Heh, look. The top three are here." Laura suddenly said, pointing in a certain direction. + +Max followed where she pointed and soon spotted three young disciples making their way through the crowd. + +Walking at the front was a man with an arrogant bearing, his posture and gaze filled with an air of superiority, as though the world itself should move aside for him. + +Close behind him walked a woman with long black hair, her steps calm and elegant, her demeanor composed and graceful, standing in stark contrast to the man leading the way. + +The last person walking behind them was another young man whose expression remained indifferent, his face calm and composed as if nothing around him could stir his interest. + +"The one in the lead is Dale Feling, ranked third among the outer disciples." Laura explained softly. "He comes from one of the seven main families of the Black Dragon Clan. The woman behind him is Jane Lumin from the Lumin Family, also one of the seven main families. She is ranked second. The one at the back is Aden Holloway. He is not from any of the seven main families, but his strength is the strongest in our Thirty Third Hall. He holds the first rank among the outer disciples." + +Max quietly examined the three of them and confirmed that their cultivation levels were the same as Carl and Laura, all of them standing at the peak of the Rebirth Realm. Yet among the trio, only Aden Holloway gave him a faint sense of danger, a subtle pressure that did not come from raw aura but from something deeper and far more restrained. + +"Are you the one who took the Sword of the Sword Sovereign and also became Elder Virelia’s disciple?" Dale suddenly stepped forward and questioned Max in an arrogant tone, his gaze sharp and filled with obvious disdain. + +"What about it?" Max replied calmly, his expression relaxed. + +"Nothing." Dale sneered coldly. "It is just that you do not look qualified for either of those things." + +Max smiled lightly. "And yet they chose me over you." + +Dale’s expression darkened at once. "Do not think too highly of yourself, Max. You might be recognized by them, but here in the Thirty Third Hall, I am the one in charge. You are only a first level Rebirth Realm disciple, so you should behave like one." + +"Oh, I will," Max said with a smile, then added casually, "But if that is the case, how are you the one in charge when you are ranked third?" + +The moment those words left Max’s mouth, Carl and Laura nearly burst out laughing. They hurriedly turned away, their shoulders trembling as they struggled to hold back their laughter. + +Dale’s face stiffened instantly. A flash of humiliation crossed his eyes before it was replaced by seething anger. Among the outer disciples, no one had ever dared to ask him such a question. It was a well known taboo, something no one touched, and Max had stepped on it without the slightest hesitation. + +"Max, you are lucky this is a gathering," Dale said through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with venom. "Otherwise, I would have broken your legs and arms right here." + +Max simply laughed, offering no reply at all. + +That laughter only fueled Dale’s rage further. Seeing Max ignore him so casually after provoking him made his blood boil. He shot Max a hateful glance, his thoughts filled with malice as he turned away. ’You had better pray you do not run into me during the trials,’ he thought viciously before disappearing into the crowd. + +"You should be careful of Dale," Jane said with a gentle smile as she passed by Max. "He is very narrow minded and conceited, so it is best to stay alert around him." + +With that, she also walked away. + +Aden did not spare Max even a single glance. He walked past as if Max did not exist at all, his eyes distant and unfocused, as though his mind was already far removed from everything happening around him. + +"You really had to ask Dale that question," Laura said as she shook her head, her expression filled with a mix of amusement and concern. "Now he is definitely going to look for trouble with you." + +Carl, on the other hand, simply smiled, clearly entertained by how things had unfolded. + +Max shrugged indifferently. "Let him come. It is not like I fear him or anything." + +Laura narrowed her eyes at him, studying his expression closely. "You sound extremely confident. Do you really think you can defeat him, and even us?" + +Max grinned in response, a glint of playfulness flashing in his eyes. "Who knows." He laughed lightly, clearly unconcerned. + +Just as Laura was about to continue the conversation, five figures suddenly appeared in the air above the central hub, their presence immediately drawing the attention of every disciple gathered below. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-142.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-142.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e8f0d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-142.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 142: Gathering of Peak Geniuses" +slug: "ch-142" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 142 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1175 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Fourth Floor, Temple of Divine. + +At this moment, eleven figures stood in an empty hall surrounded by brick walls. The room was completely barren except for the eleven figures, who stood waiting with impatient expressions on their faces. + +One thing remained constant among the eleven: all of them were at the 9th or 10th level of Adept Rank. + +"That blob mentioned a trial for those who want to ascend to the fifth floor at level 4, but all I see are geniuses from all over the Valora Continent... What is this all about?" Bruce asked, turning to a calm lady wearing shining white armor with her eyes closed. + +Amelia opened her eyes and glanced at Bruce. "I don’t know. I was told the same thing, and that’s why I’m here," she replied calmly, her voice devoid of any emotion. + +Bruce frowned as he heard her response and turned to glance at the other geniuses present in the hall. After seeing some of them, his frown deepened. + +"Those two from the Monarch are here too?" Bruce’s expression darkened when he saw Five and Veylin in the hall. + +Amelia opened her eyes and surveyed the hall. "They aren’t the only ones we should be wary of. There are other geniuses from other regions as well. We from the East are in higher numbers here, but I can’t be sure of our strength," she said calmly. + +"Don’t whisper among yourselves; we can all hear you," a man with spiked black hair, a sword strapped to his back, shouted loudly. He was leaning against the wall with a grin on his face. + +Glancing at the geniuses from the East Region, his face lit up with madness. "If fighting wasn’t forbidden here, I would love to swing my sword or two against you guys." + +He added with a genuine smile, "Of course, a friendly battle." However, his wild smile suggested otherwise. + +Bruce turned his head away, ignoring him. + +"Don’t think too much. Just wait like the others," Amelia said to Bruce before closing her eyes and resting her back against the wall. + +Bruce sighed and waited as well. + +On the other side, Veylin walked towards a young man with golden hair, who was seated on the floor with a large spread of food in front of him. + +Sensing someone’s approach, the golden-haired young man cautiously turned toward Veylin. "If you’re here for my food, just forget it," he said, glaring at him. + +Veylin smiled wryly and shook his head. "No, I don’t want your food. I want your expertise." + +The golden-haired young man nodded in relief. "About what?" he asked, taking a slice of pizza and beginning to eat. + +Veylin pointed toward a lady standing somewhere in the hall. She wore a mask from the Black Lotus Guild. "Do you know who she is, Crown Prince Aelric?" + +Aelric turned to look at the young woman in the mask and nodded. "If I’m not mistaken, she’s from the Black Lotus Guild of the East Region. Her code name should be Lin." + +Veylin nodded, somewhat impressed by the abilities of the Crown Prince of the West. "Do you know her weakness?" he asked. + +Aelric chewed on his pizza before turning to Veylin. "I don’t know," he shrugged. + +"Oh, come on," Veylin sneered with a knowing smile. "Everyone on the entire Valora Continent has heard of your abilities. Don’t back off now. Tell me something." + +Taking another bite of pizza, Aelric glanced at Veylin. "It won’t be free," he said with a greedy smile. + +"Money isn’t the issue here," Veylin replied. + +Aelric’s smile widened. "Then we could arrange something here." + +Both Aelric and Veylin smiled at each other for two entirely different reasons. + +--- + +Max sat in front of a chunk of lightning rock, his body bathed in a deep blue glow as tendrils of lightning, like snakes, crawled around him. + +At the same time, a very deadly intent radiated from his body. It was so sharp that it felt as though it could burst out at any moment. But Max’s control over it was at the pinnacle level, so despite the unstable nature of the intent, which could go berserk at any time, he remained in full control. + +"How’s the training going?" Just then, someone interrupted Max. + +Max knew there could only be one person who would disturb him—everyone else was either comprehending inside the monolith or taking trials to ascend to the third floor. + +Turning his head, he saw the blob of slime smiling at him. + +Discover exclusive tales on freewebnovel + +"What do you want?" Max asked in a foul mood. He had been interrupted in the middle of his training, which he definitely didn’t appreciate. After training peacefully for years in his Dimension of Time, he had grown quite attached to the serene environment. + +The blob noticed Max’s foul look and said, "An offer, especially for you." + +"What is it?" Max asked, frowning. "It better be worth interrupting me in the middle of my training." + +The blob smirked. "Oh, I know you’ll love this offer."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Max became intrigued. "Go on." + +The blob smiled and said, "Remember the fourth and fifth floors?" he asked, grinning as he continued, "There’s a trial that will soon begin on the fourth floor. Contestants from all over the Valora Continent will take part, but only one of them will have the chance to enter the fifth floor." + +The blob added with a greedy smile, "My master’s inheritance is waiting for a fateful genius to claim it on the fifth floor. But no one has ever managed to enter the fifth floor because the trial on the fourth floor has always been too difficult, even for the five geniuses who reached the peak of the monolith." + +He grinned. "But this time, the difficulty of the trial has been reduced to such a level that one genius is sure to make it to the fifth floor after the trial." + +"So, are you interested?" The blob asked. + +Max contemplated. He wouldn’t lie—he was somewhat tempted by the inheritance of the temple’s master. Since he had already acquired the Ten Hands of Lightning God technique, he wanted to see if there were more treasures in the temple. The only place where he could find such treasures was the fifth floor. + +’I’ve already comprehended the level 2 Auras of Sword, Flame, and Lightning,’ Max mused. ’But there’s still something else I must do before I enter the trial on the fourth floor.’ + +Glancing at the blob, he asked, "How long until the trial starts?" + +The blob smiled slyly. "Only one more individual is needed to start the trial, and I’ve chosen you." + +Max chuckled. "Then give me two more hours. After that, I’ll follow you into the fourth floor." + +The blob smiled. "Two hours it is." With those words, the blob flew away, leaving Max behind. + +’Two hours? Two years? That’s enough time to learn the Ten Hands of Lightning God technique and the Momentum Sword technique,’ Max thought, smiling as he sat cross-legged and entered his Dimension of Time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1420.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1420.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ef35763 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1420.md @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1413: Three True Disciples Spots!" +slug: "ch-1420" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1420 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1373 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The instant the five figures appeared in the air, the noisy murmurs that had filled the central hub vanished as if someone had flipped a switch. A suffocating silence spread across the massive gathering, tens of thousands of disciples instinctively holding their breath as their gazes shot upward. + +"Elders... they are the elders!" + +"All five of them are here!" + +"Look, Elder Virelia is among them!" + +Whispers broke out in hushed tones, filled with awe and disbelief, before quickly dying down again under the pressure of the five figures’ presence. These were the five elders of the Thirty Third Hall, beings who stood far above ordinary disciples. + +Max’s gaze lingered briefly on Elder Virelia, who stood calmly among the group, her expression composed as ever. Beside her was another female elder, while the remaining three were male elders, each radiating an authority that made even peak Rebirth Realm disciples feel small. + +One of the elders stepped forward, his figure moving slightly ahead of the others as his voice echoed clearly across the entire hub. + +"Those of you who do not know me," he said calmly, yet with a weight that pressed down on every listener, "I am the First Elder of the Thirty Third Hall, Roger. You may address me as Elder Roger." + +A ripple ran through the crowd. + +"First Elder..." + +"That is Elder Roger himself..." + +"We rarely see him and now he is here today." + +Elder Roger continued without pause, his gaze sweeping over the countless disciples below. "Today marks the beginning of the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial. This is one of the grandest occasions of the Black Dragon Palace." + +The disciples straightened unconsciously, their hearts beginning to race. + +"This time," Elder Roger said, his voice steady, "the results of the trials have already produced remarkable outcomes. From the core disciples’ trials, five disciples with truly outstanding performances were selected and promoted to true disciples. From the inner disciples, three more earned that honor." + +A wave of shock rippled through the crowd. + +"Five from the core disciples?" + +"Three from the inner disciples too?" + +"True disciples... already?" + +Before anyone could fully process that information, Elder Roger’s next words struck like thunder. + +"And now," he said, his tone turning slightly heavier, "the outer disciples also have three spots for true disciples. If your performance is exceptional, you may be chosen as one of those three." + +For a brief moment, the entire hub fell into stunned silence. + +Then it exploded. + +"What?! Outer disciples can become true disciples?" + +"Three spots... for us?" + +"Am I hearing this right?" + +"This has never happened before!" + +The shock was overwhelming, but it was quickly swallowed by surging excitement. Becoming a core disciple was already the dream of nearly every disciple in the Black Dragon Palace, a position of status and respect that many could only aspire to. + +Yet true disciples stood even higher. They were the true pillars of the palace, the representatives who carried the name of the Black Dragon Palace and even the Black Dragon Clan itself into competitions across the Divine Realm. + +And now, outer disciples were being given a chance. + +A real chance. + +"How can anyone stay calm after hearing this?" + +"If I become a true disciple..." + +"My entire future would change!" + +Eyes burned with ambition, fists clenched unconsciously, and hearts pounded wildly as the reality of Elder Roger’s words sank in. Excitement and determination spread like wildfire through the sea of disciples, each of them realizing that this Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial was no longer just about rewards. + +It was a chance to change their destiny. + +"However, those three spots for true disciples are for the entirety of the Thirty Six Halls," Elder Roger said calmly, a faint smile still resting on his face as his words echoed across the vast central hub. + +For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze. + +Then chaos erupted. + +"What?! The three spots are shared among all thirty six halls? This is over. It is completely over for me!" + +"I thought I at least had a chance in the Thirty Third Hall, but if all the halls are included then my strength is nothing special anymore. Compared to them, I am just average." + +"Damn it... I was already imagining myself stepping into the ranks of true disciples." + +Yet amidst the despair, a few calmer voices began to speak, their tones filled with reluctant acceptance rather than outrage. + +"Think about it carefully. This is the position of true disciple we are talking about. How could it possibly be that easy to obtain?" + +"If each hall had three spots, that would mean one hundred and eight true disciples in total. That number is absurd. The Black Dragon Palace has existed for countless years and even now the total number of true disciples has never crossed a hundred." + +"Exactly. True disciples are supposed to be rare. They are the pride of the palace. This arrangement actually makes sense." + +Even so, the shock from Elder Roger’s announcement had already spread deep into the hearts of the gathered disciples. Many who had been burning with excitement just moments ago now felt their hope being doused by cold reality. Within their own halls, they might be considered geniuses or even top tier talents, but when placed against the combined elites of all thirty six halls, that confidence quickly crumbled. + +The competition between the halls was brutal. A disciple who stood near the top of one hall could easily find themselves only average when compared to the monsters cultivated by other halls. This realization weighed heavily on the crowd, turning excitement into anxiety and anticipation into pressure. + +Around Max, the atmosphere shifted noticeably. Carl’s smile faded slightly, while Laura fell silent, her brows knitting together as she processed the implications. All around them, disciples clenched their fists or stared ahead in tense silence, each one forced to confront the same thought. + +Only three. + +Out of all thirty six halls. + +The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial had just transformed from an opportunity into a battlefield where only the absolute best would survive. + +"But this is not the end of the rewards," Elder Roger said with a calm smile, his voice once again drawing everyone’s attention back to him. "In fact, the opportunity to become one of the three true disciples is only the highest reward among many." + +The heavy atmosphere that had settled over the crowd wavered slightly as his words sank in. Many disciples who had been plunged into despair moments ago lifted their heads again, their eyes filled with cautious curiosity. + +"There are still numerous rewards awaiting all of you," Elder Roger continued steadily. "As long as your performance in the trial is outstanding, you will not leave empty handed. Cultivation resources, inheritance techniques, rare treasures, and opportunities that you would normally never have access to will be distributed based on merit." + +A low murmur spread through the crowd once more, no longer filled with despair but with renewed interest. + +"So even if we cannot become true disciples..." + +"We can still gain powerful inheritances and resources." + +"That alone could change our future." + +Elder Roger’s gaze swept across the sea of disciples, his expression composed yet carrying an unmistakable authority. "The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial exists to test not only your strength, but also your potential, your perseverance, and your ability to stand out among countless peers. Those who perform well will be remembered, even if they do not claim the highest honor." + +Hearing this, many disciples felt their hearts steady once more. While the three spots for true disciples remained an almost unattainable peak, the promise of substantial rewards reignited their fighting spirit. For most of them, even a single rare inheritance or a batch of top tier resources could elevate their cultivation and alter the course of their lives. + +The despair that had threatened to overwhelm the gathering slowly transformed into determination. The trial was no longer just about becoming a true disciple. It had become a chance to prove their worth, to seize what they could, and to carve out their own path within the Black Dragon Palace. + +And now, with Elder Roger’s words hanging in the air, the anticipation for the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial burned brighter than ever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1421.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1421.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e06eea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1421.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1414: Three Main Trials!" +slug: "ch-1421" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1421 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1184 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Following his encouraging words about the rewards of the trial, Elder Roger continued in a steady and authoritative voice, "Now we shall depart for the trial site." + +As soon as he finished speaking, a small object appeared in his hand. At first glance, the disciples could not clearly tell what it was. It looked unremarkable, small enough to fit comfortably in his palm, and yet it radiated a faint and profound aura that made many instinctively hold their breath. Without further explanation, Elder Roger casually tossed the object into the air. + +Whoosh! + +The moment it left his hand, the object expanded violently, its form unfolding and transforming in midair. In the blink of an eye, it became a colossal star shuttle that blotted out the sky above the Thirty Third Hall. + +Its massive body stretched endlessly in all directions, and the disciples standing below could no longer see the sky at all, their vision completely dominated by the overwhelming presence of the shuttle hovering above them. + +Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd as countless disciples stared upward in awe, their hearts pounding at the sight of such a grand artifact. + +"Do not resist," Elder Roger said calmly, his voice carrying effortlessly across the vast space. + +As soon as his words fell, a brilliant beam of light descended from the star shuttle, enveloping the countless disciples gathered below. Before anyone could even react, the beam of light swept over them, and in an instant, their surroundings blurred. Space itself seemed to fold, and one by one, all the disciples vanished from the central hub as they were directly teleported into the interior of the shuttle. + +Moments later, the five elders also disappeared from their positions and entered the star shuttle. With a low hum that resonated through the air, the enormous shuttle slowly rose before accelerating away from the Thirty Third Hall, leaving nothing but empty space behind. + +Inside the star shuttle, the scene was entirely different from its intimidating exterior. The interior was astonishingly spacious, far larger than what its outer appearance alone suggested. The disciples found themselves standing on a vast platform, surrounded by flowing light formations and intricate patterns carved into the walls. + +Groups quickly formed as disciples began talking among themselves, their voices filled with excitement, curiosity, and nervous anticipation. + +The journey to the trial site had begun, and with it, the fate of countless disciples would soon be decided. + +Max glanced at Carl and Laura before asking casually, "How far is the trial site?" + +"How far?" Laura repeated, then laughed as if she had just heard something amusing. She shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with a knowing look. "You really are new to all this." + +Carl stepped in and explained calmly, "The trial site is not even on this planet. The planet where the Black Dragon Palace is located is called Admus. The trials are conducted on an entirely different planet known as Cyrus." + +Max’s interest was clearly piqued, and Carl continued, his tone turning a little more serious. "I do not know the exact reason behind this arrangement, but I have heard that Planet Cyrus has been the designated site for the Black Dragon Palace trials for thousands of years. There is a legend that an actual Black Dragon once died there. Whether that is true or not, no one really knows. Most people believe it is only a rumor passed down through generations." + +Laura nodded in agreement, her expression growing solemn as she added her own piece of information. "And it is not just about the trials. I have heard that Cyrus is one of the most heavily restricted planets under the control of the Black Dragon Clan. It is guarded far more strictly than Admus because countless inheritance techniques, bloodline essences, and ancient resources are stored there." + +She paused briefly before continuing, her voice lowering slightly. "From what I have heard, Planet Cyrus is considered a sacred place by the Black Dragon Clan. Ordinary people are never allowed to step foot there, and even most disciples only get a chance to visit it during major events like this trial." + +As Max listened to their words, he could not help but feel a growing sense of anticipation. The fact that the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial was held on such a planet made it clear that this was no ordinary test. It was a trial backed by history, secrets, and the deepest foundations of the Black Dragon Clan itself. + +"Do you know what sort of trials we will be tested in during this Grand Trial?" Max asked next. He had a rough idea that it would be harsh, but beyond that, everything was still a mystery to him. + +Both Carl and Laura nodded at the same time, clearly familiar with what was coming. + +Carl spoke first, his tone calm and informative. "It is not really a secret. The structure of the Thirty Six Halls Grand Trial has remained mostly the same for a very long time. There will be three trials in total, each one designed to test a different aspect of a disciple. The first one is called the Trial of Heart. Its purpose is simple but brutal. It filters out those whose foundations are too weak, whether that weakness lies in their will, their courage, or their resolve. Many disciples fail at this stage without even realizing why." + +He paused briefly before continuing. "The second trial is the main trial and it is where most of the rewards come from if you perform well. This trial is known as the Path to Eternal Flames. It tests not only strength but also comprehension, endurance, and adaptability. A disciple who shines in this trial can secure extremely valuable resources and opportunities." + +Carl’s expression grew a little more serious as he mentioned the last trial. "The final trial is the most difficult one of all. It is called the Hundred Battles Trial. As the name suggests, it pushes a disciple to their absolute limits through repeated battles. Very few people can truly stand out in this trial, and those who do are usually already monsters among monsters." + +Laura then added softly from the side, her eyes focused as if she were already imagining the trials ahead. "But for people like us, and especially for you, the most important trial is the Path to Eternal Flames. That is where the real value lies." + +She looked at Max meaningfully and continued, "This trial is the gateway to the best inheritance techniques of the Black Dragon Clan. If you manage to perform exceptionally well there, you will gain access to techniques that ordinary disciples can only dream of. That is why everyone takes this trial so seriously, even more so than the Hundred Battles Trial." + +As Max listened to their explanations, his understanding deepened. These trials were not simply tests of strength. They were carefully crafted filters meant to separate the ordinary from the exceptional. And among them all, the Path to Eternal Flames and the Hundred Battles Trial stood as the true battlefields where destinies could be rewritten. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1422.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1422.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd2a0f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1422.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1415: Trial of Cyrus!" +slug: "ch-1422" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1422 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1121 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max continued discussing the finer details of the three trials with Carl and Laura, the steady hum of the star shuttle gradually faded, followed by a subtle vibration that ran through the entire interior. Moments later, the shuttle came to a complete halt, signaling that they had reached their destination. + +"Everyone, we have arrived on Planet Cyrus. Disembark the shuttle slowly," Elder Roger’s voice rang out, calm and authoritative, echoing clearly throughout the vast interior. + +At his words, the massive doors at the end of the star shuttle began to open. A blazing, unfamiliar light poured in from outside, carrying with it an oppressive pressure that made many disciples instinctively tense up. Still, discipline held, and the disciples near the front began to move. + +The very first disciple stepped out. + +The moment his foot touched the ground outside, his expression twisted in shock. Flames erupted around his body without warning, and before he could even cry out properly, his entire figure was slammed straight into the ground as if an invisible mountain had crashed down on him. + +"What the hell is going on?" + +"Why did he catch fire?" + +"Did he trigger some kind of formation?" + +Confused voices erupted inside the shuttle as disciples stared at the scene in disbelief. Before anyone could fully process what had happened, several more disciples, assuming it was some kind of accident, stepped out one after another. + +The result was the same. + +The instant they left the shuttle, flames engulfed their bodies, and they were crushed violently into the ground, their figures forced down by an overwhelming pressure that left no room for resistance. + +"What is happening?" + +"Why is the gravity so terrifying?" + +"This makes no sense!" + +Shock spread like wildfire through the remaining disciples. Panic crept into their voices as they watched fellow disciples being slammed into the ground one after another, unable to even stand upright. + +Even Max frowned deeply at the sight. He turned to Carl and Laura, expecting some explanation, but both of them looked just as stunned as he was. Carl’s brows were tightly knit, while Laura’s lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. + +"This has never happened before," Laura muttered under her breath. + +"I have never heard of something like this either," Carl said grimly. + +Just then, the five elders stepped out of the star shuttle together and floated calmly in the air above the crowd. Their figures stood firm against the oppressive environment of Planet Cyrus, untouched by the crushing gravity and the raging flame laws that plagued the disciples below. + +As they looked down at the confused and shocked faces of the gathered disciples, faint smiles appeared on their faces, as if this reaction was entirely expected. + +Elder Roger’s voice soon rang out, steady and clear, cutting through the chaos. "You may consider this a trial of its own, although it is not an official part of the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial." + +The disciples below listened intently, many still struggling to recover from the shock of what they had just witnessed. + +"The environment and gravity of Planet Cyrus are extremely complex," Elder Roger continued. "This world causes the laws to become unusually active, especially the laws of flames. As a result, the moment you step onto this planet, the pressure of gravity and the influence of the flame laws will descend upon your bodies without restraint." + +He swept his gaze across the crowd before adding calmly, "If you fail to adapt to the pressure of this world and the flame laws the instant you arrive, you will end up just like the first few disciples. Your body will be overwhelmed, slammed into the ground, and ignited by the uncontrolled flame law." + +A heavy silence followed his explanation as realization dawned on the disciples. This was not an accident, nor was it some hidden trap. Planet Cyrus itself was the first test, a merciless filter that demanded immediate adaptation. Those who could not withstand its pressure would not even qualify to stand at the starting line of the Grand Trial. + +The atmosphere grew tense as the disciples understood that from the very moment they stepped onto this planet, their performance was already being judged. + +Just as the crowd was still reeling from Elder Roger’s explanation and wondering who would dare step onto Planet Cyrus next, a lone figure walked forward from among the disciples. His pace was unhurried, his expression calm to the point of indifference. + +"It is Aden." + +"The first ranked outer disciple." + +"Is he actually going out now?" + +Whispers rippled through the crowd as all eyes locked onto him. Aden Holloway did not react to the attention at all. He walked straight past the stunned disciples and stepped onto the surface of Planet Cyrus. + +The instant his foot touched the ground, the terrifying gravity crashed down on him and violent flames surged up from the ground, spiraling around his body. His figure froze in place, his posture rigid as if an invisible force had locked him down. + +"He stopped." + +"He cannot move." + +"The flames are surrounding him." + +"Even he is struggling?" + +The murmurs grew louder as the seconds dragged on. Five seconds passed, and the flames continued to rage around Aden’s body, licking at his clothes and skin. His face remained calm, but beads of sweat formed on his brow as the pressure of the world bore down on him. + +"This pressure is no joke." + +"If even Aden needs time, what about the rest of us?" + +Then, at the tenth second, something changed. + +The raging flames abruptly calmed, shrinking back as if they had lost their target. The crushing pressure seemed to ease, and Aden’s stiff body relaxed. He took a single step forward. + +And then another. + +"What?" + +"The flames disappeared." + +"He is walking." + +"In just ten seconds?" + +The crowd erupted into disbelief. Disciples stared with wide eyes as Aden continued walking steadily, his movements smooth and unrestrained, as if the terrifying environment moments ago had never existed. He crossed the distance calmly and came to a stop beneath the five elders, standing tall and composed. + +"Ten seconds... he adapted in just ten seconds." + +"That is insane." + +"No wonder he is ranked first." + +"Is this the gap between us and him?" + +Even those who had considered themselves geniuses felt a chill run through their hearts. The sight of Aden adjusting to the gravity and the violent flame laws of Planet Cyrus in such a short span shattered many lingering illusions. + +Max watched silently from within the crowd, his gaze fixed on Aden’s back. The man had not shown off or spoken a single word, yet his actions alone had sent a clear message to everyone present. + +This was the standard at the very top. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1423.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1423.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5cdb4f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1423.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1416: Top Disciples Went In!" +slug: "ch-1423" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1423 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1073 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seeing how Aden adapted to the laws and crushing pressure of Planet Cyrus in merely ten seconds, many more disciples felt their courage rise. Several of them stepped forward instinctively, only to halt at the very edge of the star shuttle. + +They stared down at the scorched ground below, watching the lingering traces of flame law ripple across the surface of the planet. Despite their renewed determination, not a single one of them dared to take that final step. Fear and hesitation still held them firmly in place. + +Just then, another figure walked past the crowd. She moved with calm steps, her long black hair flowing gently behind her. + +"It is Jane." + +"The second ranked outer disciple." + +"She is stepping out now." + +A low buzz of voices spread through the crowd as everyone’s attention shifted toward her. + +"How long do you think she will take to adapt?" + +"I do not know, but it should be longer than Aden." + +"She is strong, but Aden is still ranked first." + +As the disciples whispered among themselves, Jane finally stepped onto the surface of Planet Cyrus. The moment she did, violent flames surged up around her body, and the overwhelming pressure of the world descended upon her. Her body bent slightly under the weight, her posture lowering as she endured the combined assault of gravity and flame law. + +"She is being pushed down." + +"The pressure is terrifying." + +For a brief stretch of time, the flames continued to rage around her, scorching the air and distorting the space around her body. Then, slowly, the flames began to recede. The oppressive pressure weakened its hold, and Jane straightened her back. + +After twenty seconds had passed, she took a steady step forward, then another, until she was walking freely across the surface of Cyrus. She soon reached Aden and came to a stop beside him, her expression calm once more. + +"Twenty seconds." + +"She only took twenty seconds." + +"That is unbelievable."𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +"Even if it is slower than Aden, twenty seconds is still monstrous." + +The crowd stirred with renewed excitement and awe. While Aden’s ten seconds had been shocking, Jane’s performance was no less impressive. Though the disciples were astonished, there was no outright disbelief this time. After all, the two people who had done this were the top ranked outer disciples of the Thirty Third Hall. + +Even so, the gap between them and the rest of the crowd had never felt clearer. + +"Humph! You are all cowards!" A loud and arrogant shout suddenly echoed through the interior of the star shuttle, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. + +A figure barged through the crowd of hesitant disciples and strode straight toward the edge of the shuttle. It was Dale. His expression was filled with disdain as he swept his gaze over the surrounding disciples, clearly enjoying the tension and fear written on their faces. + +After that, he turned his eyes downward and looked at the scorched surface of Planet Cyrus, where faint traces of flame law still lingered in the air. + +"So many people, yet none of you dare to step forward," Dale sneered. "Pathetic." + +Without waiting for a response, he stepped out of the star shuttle and onto the surface of Cyrus. + +The instant his foot touched the ground, the terrifying gravity descended upon him. Flames erupted violently around his body, roaring upward as if trying to swallow him whole. Dale let out a low grunt as his body was forced downward, his knees bending under the crushing pressure of the world. + +"He is being suppressed." + +"The flames are even more violent around him." + +"Is he going to fail?" + +Seconds passed one after another. Dale’s face twisted slightly as sweat began to drip down his temples. The pressure clearly weighed heavily on him, far more than it had on Jane and especially Aden. His body trembled, and for a moment, it seemed as though he might be slammed completely into the ground like the first disciples had been. + +"Tch..." Dale clenched his teeth, refusing to give in. His aura flared as he forcibly circulated his power, struggling against the gravity and the raging flame laws that assaulted him from every direction. + +Thirty seconds passed. + +"He is still holding on." + +"Thirty seconds already... that is much longer than Jane." + +At the thirty sixth second, the flames around Dale finally began to weaken. The oppressive pressure loosened its grip, and his trembling body slowly straightened. With a sharp exhale, Dale took a step forward. Then another. The flames fully receded, leaving him standing upright on the surface of Cyrus. + +"Thirty six seconds." + +"He actually did it." + +"Even if it took longer, that is still impressive." + +Dale shot a glance back toward the star shuttle, his eyes filled with renewed arrogance. Although his performance could not compare to Aden’s ten seconds or Jane’s twenty, he had still succeeded where countless others hesitated. + +With a cold snort, he walked forward and joined Aden and Jane beneath the elders, his posture once again filled with pride. + +The disciples watching from the shuttle fell into uneasy silence. Seeing even Dale manage to adapt made it painfully clear that the true test was not courage alone, but strength, foundation, and willpower. And for many of them, the pressure of Planet Cyrus was already revealing just how far behind they truly were. + +"Let us go and join them," Carl said quietly to Max as he and Laura moved forward through the crowd, their expressions steady despite the pressure hanging in the air. + +Max nodded with a faint smile and followed behind them until the three of them arrived at the very edge of the star shuttle. From there, the oppressive atmosphere of Planet Cyrus could be felt clearly, even without stepping onto its surface. The heat pressed down like an invisible tide, and the distorted flow of flame law made the air itself feel heavy. + +Carl was the first to step forward. The moment his foot touched the ground of Cyrus, the crushing gravity descended upon him and flames surged up around his body. His figure stiffened as his muscles tensed, his breathing turning heavy as he endured the pressure. + +Second by second, he stood his ground, circulating his power with full focus. After forty seconds had passed, the flames gradually calmed, and the weight bearing down on him loosened. Carl straightened his back and took a step forward, then another, until he was able to walk freely toward the elders. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1424.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1424.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..699edb4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1424.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1417: Max’s Turn!" +slug: "ch-1424" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1424 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1146 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Laura followed immediately after him. As she stepped onto the surface of Cyrus, the same terrifying pressure and raging flames engulfed her body. Her reaction was more composed, but the strain was evident as her shoulders dipped slightly under the weight. + +She clenched her teeth and persevered, forcing her cultivation to harmonize with the world around her. Forty five seconds later, the flames receded, and the gravity eased its grip. Laura let out a soft breath as she regained full control of her movements and walked to Carl’s side. + +Then it was Max’s turn. He looked at the surface of the Cyrus in with a light smile. ’I wonder how long will it take me to adapt here.’ + +He stepped forward calmly, his expression relaxed as if he were merely taking a stroll rather than facing a trial that had already crushed several disciples. The instant his foot touched the ground of Planet Cyrus, the world seemed to roar at him. + +The gravity slammed down with overwhelming force, and violent flames surged up around his body, swirling chaotically as the laws of the world reacted to his presence. + +Max felt the pressure clearly, but instead of resisting it blindly, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. His body responded instinctively. His cultivation circulated smoothly, his foundation steady, and his Dimensional Sovereign Body began to adapt almost immediately. + +The fire licked at his skin, curling around his body as if testing him, but it failed to burn even a strand of his clothes. It was as though the flames themselves hesitated, uncertain how to assert their authority over his existence. + +The influence of the flame laws weakened to the point of near irrelevance, rendered almost nonexistent by his Dimensional Sovereign Physique, his Dimensional Immunity, and the presence of the Dimension of Flames within him. + +His Dimensional Immunity passively reduced the impact of any elemental law tied to a dimension he possessed, and since flames were one of his domains, the violent flame laws of Cyrus lost most of their effect the instant they touched him. + +At the same time, the remaining laws of the world were quietly suppressed by the adaptability of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, a physique that adjusted to hostile environments with terrifying efficiency. + +Even the crushing gravity that had forced other disciples to struggle meant nothing to him, as his physical body was already powerful enough to disregard pressure of this level entirely. + +Barely a few seconds passed. + +Before most of the disciples could even blink, Max straightened his posture and took a step forward. + +Then another. + +By the time five seconds had passed, the flames had fully receded around him, and the oppressive pressure of Planet Cyrus had completely settled into insignificance. Max walked calmly across the ground as if he were strolling on an ordinary cultivation field, soon arriving beside the other top geniuses without the slightest sign of strain. + +Silence fell over the star shuttle. + +"What... what just happened?" + +"Did he already adapt?" + +"That was less than five seconds. I did not even finish counting." + +"Impossible. Even Aden needed ten seconds." + +"Is he even human?" + +Shock rippled through the crowd in waves. Disciples stared with wide eyes, some unconsciously gripping the edges of the shuttle, others forgetting to breathe altogether. + +"He did not bend even once." + +"The flames did not burn him at all." + +"The gravity did nothing to him." + +"Who is this guy really?"𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Even those who had witnessed Aden’s ten second adaptation and Jane’s twenty seconds now felt their understanding crumble. What they had just seen completely overturned their sense of scale. + +This was not a matter of talent alone, nor was it something that could be explained by cultivation realm. It was an overwhelming gap in foundation, physique, and existence itself. + +Just then, recognition finally dawned on some of the disciples standing inside the star shuttle. A few widened their eyes as they stared at Max’s back, and within moments, voices began to rise in disbelief. + +"It is Max!" + +"The one who took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!" + +"That is him. No wonder his face looked familiar. He is the one who took the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!" + +The uproar spread rapidly as more disciples connected the dots. What had been pure shock moments ago began to transform into something closer to stunned acceptance. + +"Now that I think about it, this actually makes sense." + +"Of course he could adapt in less than five seconds. He is the one acknowledged by the Sword of the Sword Sovereign." + +"Someone like that breaking common sense is not strange at all." + +"I think only Max could do something like this." + +"He is the chosen one after all." + +As those words echoed through the crowd, the atmosphere subtly shifted. The disbelief surrounding Max’s effortless adaptation to the laws and pressure of Planet Cyrus slowly faded, replaced by a strange sense of inevitability. + +After all, this was the same person who had accomplished something far more absurd by claiming the Sword of the Sword Sovereign, an act that many had once believed to be impossible. + +Compared to that legendary feat, adapting to the environment of Cyrus in a few seconds no longer seemed so inconceivable. The disciples exchanged glances, their earlier shock giving way to awe mixed with resignation. In their hearts, a silent understanding took root. + +If it was Max, then perhaps this was only natural. + +Below, Aden finally turned his head and glanced at Max, his calm eyes narrowing slightly for the first time. Jane’s composed expression wavered, a trace of disbelief flickering across her face. Even Dale, who had been standing with crossed arms and an arrogant sneer, stiffened as realization struck him. + +Less than five seconds. + +That single fact echoed in the minds of every disciple present, leaving behind a chilling certainty. + +This Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial had just revealed a monster far beyond what anyone had anticipated. + +"This disciple of yours is truly a wonder, Virelia," Elder Roger said from high in the air, his gaze fixed on Max as unmistakable admiration surfaced in his eyes. + +Elder Virelia followed his line of sight and smiled faintly, her expression calm yet carrying a quiet pride that she did not bother to hide. "He truly is a wonder," she replied softly, her voice steady as if this outcome had always been within her expectations. + +The other elders exchanged glances before turning toward her, their expressions filled with a mixture of amazement and genuine respect. + +One after another, they offered their congratulations, acknowledging her foresight and discernment in accepting such a disciple. To them, this was no longer merely a matter of talent or luck. + +A disciple who could adapt to the oppressive laws and terrifying pressure of Planet Cyrus in mere seconds was nothing short of monstrous, even by the standards of the Black Dragon Palace. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1425.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1425.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..780bcb1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1425.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1418: Arrival at the Trial Site!" +slug: "ch-1425" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1425 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1023 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Following the display put on by the top disciples and Max, whose effortless adaptation had left a deep impression on everyone present, the remaining disciples of the Thirty Third Hall finally began to gather their courage. + +One by one, they stepped forward from the edge of the star shuttle and descended onto the surface of Planet Cyrus, their expressions filled with tension and determination. + +The moment they landed, the brutal reality of Cyrus revealed itself. Crushing gravity pressed down on their bodies, forcing many of them to stagger or bend their knees, while violent flames surged around them as the active flame laws lashed out indiscriminately. + +Some disciples gritted their teeth and endured, circulating their cultivation with everything they had. For these individuals, the adaptation was slow and painful. It took them minutes of struggle before the flames gradually receded and the pressure lessened enough for them to stand upright. + +Sweat drenched their bodies, and their faces were pale, but relief filled their eyes when they finally managed to take their first steady steps on the planet’s surface.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +Others were far less fortunate. The instant they touched the ground, their bodies were overwhelmed. Flames engulfed them fiercely, and the terrifying gravity slammed them down before they could even react. Cries of pain echoed as these disciples found themselves completely unable to move, their cultivation unable to keep up with the world’s demands. + +In such moments, the elders did not remain idle. With calm efficiency, streams of controlled power descended from above, shielding those disciples and forcibly stabilizing their bodies. Under the elders’ guidance, the pressure and flame laws were gradually tempered, allowing even the weakest among them to recover and begin the process of adaptation. + +Time passed steadily as this continued. Some disciples adapted in a matter of minutes, others required far longer, and a few had to rely almost entirely on the elders’ assistance before they could even stand properly. + +Yet, under the watchful eyes of the five elders, no one was left behind. One after another, every disciple of the Thirty Third Hall eventually managed to adjust to the environment of Planet Cyrus, whether through their own effort or with external help. + +By the end of it all, the ground beneath the star shuttle was filled with exhausted but upright disciples. Heavy breathing echoed across the area, and many collapsed to their knees once the worst of the pressure subsided, their faces filled with lingering fear and awe. + +Only then did they truly understand that Planet Cyrus itself was a merciless test, one that had already begun filtering them the moment they arrived. + +The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial had not merely begun. It had already started carving away the weak, leaving only those capable of enduring the harsh reality of the Black Dragon Clan’s sacred world. + +"Let us move. We have not yet reached the actual trial site," Elder Roger said as he descended to the ground along with the other elders and began leading the disciples forward. + +The disciples followed quietly behind them, their earlier excitement now tempered by anticipation and a trace of nervousness. The red world of Planet Cyrus stretched endlessly around them, its scorched land radiating heat even after they had adapted to its pressure and laws. + +After several minutes of walking, faint outlines began to appear far ahead. As they drew closer, the shapes gradually became clearer. + +The first thing that caught everyone’s attention was a towering structure that rose high into the sky, its silhouette sharp and imposing against the crimson horizon. Not far from it stood two massive dome shaped structures, their surfaces faintly glowing with runes and formations that hinted at ancient power. + +"This is the trial site," Carl said with a smile, his eyes filled with excitement. + +Soon after, the group led by the five elders finally arrived at their destination. What greeted them was a breathtaking sight. Hundreds of thousands of disciples were already gathered there, filling the vast area around the tower and the domes. + +These disciples clearly came from the other thirty five halls, and it was evident that the Thirty Third Hall had arrived last. + +Each hall’s disciples stood together, forming thirty six distinct groups. In front of every group stood elders responsible for their respective halls, their presences forming an invisible barrier that separated the disciples while maintaining order. + +"Roger, your hall is the last to arrive," an elder from the Twenty Third Hall said as he walked over to greet Elder Roger. Several other elders followed, exchanging brief greetings and casual remarks. + +"Hehe, there is no need to rush," Elder Roger replied with a smile. "As long as the seven families have not arrived yet, nobody can be considered late." + +"They should arrive any moment now," another elder said, his gaze sweeping across the disciples of the Thirty Third Hall. His eyes seemed to search for something specific before finally landing on Max. + +"So that is the kid who took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign?" the elder said, studying Max carefully. After a moment, he shook his head lightly, a trace of pity appearing in his eyes. "Alas, his cultivation is still too weak. It will be difficult for him to stand among the top tier geniuses of all thirty six halls." + +The elders of the Thirty Third Hall only smiled faintly at those words and did not offer any rebuttal. Only they had witnessed what Max had done upon arriving on Planet Cyrus. Adapting to the pressure and the rampant laws of this world in less than five seconds was not something even most top geniuses from the thirty six halls could accomplish. + +And Max had done it with ease. + +That alone was enough for them to understand that Max’s true strength already stood above many so called geniuses. As for how he would perform when truly tested among all the elites of the thirty six halls, that was something yet to be seen. Even so, the elders of the Thirty Third Hall felt a quiet sense of anticipation. + +They were eager to see just how far this monstrous disciple could go. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1426.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1426.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f8e213d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1426.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1419: Divinet and the Arrival of the Seven Families!" +slug: "ch-1426" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1426 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1257 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seeing the faint smiles on the faces of the elders from the Thirty Third Hall, the other elder’s brows knitted together in displeasure. His gaze flicked once more toward Max before he spoke in a low and slightly sharp tone. "What is this supposed to mean? Do you truly believe that this kid is going to perform wonders in the trials?" + +Lady Virelia turned her head at that moment, her expression calm and unhurried as she met his gaze. A faint smile curved her lips as she replied evenly, "You will find out once the trials begin, will you not?" + +The elder’s frown deepened. He clearly disliked the confidence and complete lack of concern shown by the elders of the Thirty Third Hall, especially Lady Virelia. To him, their composure felt like deliberate provocation. + +"Since you are so confident," he said after a brief pause, a sly smile slowly appearing on his face, "why do we not test this kid’s strength a little right now?" + +"There will be no such need," Lady Virelia replied without hesitation. Her tone remained gentle, yet it left no room for argument. With that, she walked past him without sparing another glance and headed toward the camp assigned to the Thirty Third Hall. The other elders of the hall followed her, leading their disciples away from the gathering point. + +The elder who had proposed the test was left standing where he was, completely ignored. His face flushed red with embarrassment and anger as clenched his fists. In his heart, resentment boiled over. + +’Damn you, Virelia. Just because this kid took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign does not mean he is truly strong. I will see how your disciples suffer during the Path to Eternal Flames trial.’ + +This elder was named Vale Heron, an elder of the Twenty Fifth Hall. The Twenty Fifth Hall fell under the jurisdiction of the Heron Family, and the longstanding hostility between the Heron Family and the Grimes Family was well known within the Black Dragon Palace. Because of this rivalry, clashes and verbal sparring between their affiliated elders were nothing new. + +Yet this time, Vale Heron had openly challenged Lady Virelia, only to have his provocation dismissed outright. The rejection stung far more than he expected. + +"Just you wait," Vale Heron muttered under his breath as he turned away and walked toward the camp of the Twenty Fifth Hall, his eyes cold with anticipation for what was to come. + +---- + +"Wait patiently here and prepare yourselves for the trials," Lady Virelia said calmly to the disciples of the Thirty Third Hall as they gathered within their designated camp. + +She glanced once over the group before continuing, "The trials will begin the moment the seven families arrive." + +With that, she turned and left along with the other elders of the Thirty Third Hall, heading toward the gathering of elders from the other halls who belonged to the same Grimes Family faction. Their departure left the disciples behind, surrounded by the vast camps of the other halls and the towering trial structures in the distance. + +As time passed, Max casually swept his gaze across the surrounding area. Almost immediately, he noticed something strange. Disciples from many of the other halls were openly looking toward their camp, and more specifically, most of those gazes were focused on him. Some were curious, some carried admiration, while others were filled with undisguised hostility. + +"Am I really that famous?" Max muttered aloud, half amused and half bewildered. + +Carl chuckled at his side. "Famous is an understatement. Right now, you are probably one of the most well known figures in the Divine Realm among the younger generation. I would not be surprised if your face has already gone viral on the Divinet." + +"Divinet?" Max frowned slightly. "What is that?" + +Laura, who was standing beside them, turned to him with wide eyes. "You seriously do not know what the Divinet is?" + +"Should I?" Max asked, scratching his head in mild embarrassment. + +Carl shook his head with a smile. "It is not surprising that you do not know about it, considering you came from the mortal realm not long ago." He paused briefly, thinking about how best to explain it. "Think of the Divinet as a massive virtual network. All kinds of information are shared there, from cultivation news and major events to recordings, images, and discussions that spread extremely fast." + +"Oh," Max said, nodding in understanding as a smile formed on his face. "So it is basically the same as an extranet." + +Carl blinked for a moment, then laughed. "Yes, that is a good way to put it. In the Divine Realm, we simply call it the Divinet." + +Only then did Max notice the identical wristbands worn by both Carl and Laura. They were sleek and faintly glowing, clearly not ordinary accessories. The sight reminded him immediately of the holowatches used back on Acaris. + +"You will need to get one of those wristbands sooner or later," Carl said, noticing Max’s gaze and lifting his left hand slightly. "They are very combat friendly. The moment the wristband senses that your body is releasing Divine Essence, it automatically merges into your skin and becomes invulnerable during battle." + +He continued, "They are quite cheap and accessible to almost everyone in the Divine Realm. On top of that, they allow you to stay updated on everything happening across the Divine Realm through the Divinet." + +"I will buy one after the trial," Max said with a nod. "It sounds like something I really need." + +As he spoke, his eyes drifted once more toward the countless camps spread across the red plains of Planet Cyrus. Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of disciples and watched by so many unseen eyes, Max felt the weight of the coming trials settle quietly in his chest. + +As the disciples waited in their respective camps, time continued to pass in heavy anticipation. Conversations gradually died down, replaced by a tense silence as everyone kept glancing toward the sky. Before they realized it, nearly an hour had gone by, the oppressive heat of Planet Cyrus pressing down steadily as the atmosphere grew more solemn. + +Then, without warning, a sudden disturbance rippled through the air above the trial site. + +Seven enormous star shuttles emerged from the crimson sky almost simultaneously, their silhouettes cutting through the clouds of heat and flame like celestial beasts descending from the heavens. Each shuttle radiated a distinct and powerful aura, vastly different from the others, yet all carried an unmistakable sense of authority that made the disciples’ hearts pound. + +The shuttles moved with precise coordination and soon descended, landing in a perfect circular formation around the trial site. The ground trembled lightly beneath their immense weight, and waves of pressure rolled outward, forcing many disciples to steady themselves.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +"They are here..." + +"The seven main families." + +"Finally." + +Whispers spread rapidly through the camps as countless eyes turned toward the newly arrived shuttles. Everyone knew what this meant. The arrival of these seven star shuttles signified the presence of the seven main families of the Black Dragon Clan, the true pillars that stood at the very top of the palace’s hierarchy. + +As the shuttles settled into place, an invisible pressure seemed to descend upon the entire area. Even without anyone stepping out yet, the mere arrival of the seven main families made the air feel heavier, as if the trials were no longer a distant event but an immediate and unavoidable reality. + +The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial was about to truly begin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1427.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1427.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca7baf2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1427.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1420: Start of the Trial!" +slug: "ch-1427" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1427 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1093 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With the arrival of the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Clan, the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial was finally on the verge of beginning in earnest. The atmosphere around the trial site shifted completely, as if the land itself recognized the presence of those who stood at the very apex of the clan’s authority. + +High above the trial grounds, the air rippled gently as a massive flying arena slowly manifested. It was an awe inspiring structure, vast enough to overlook the entire trial site, yet positioned far above so that it did not interfere with the assessment itself. The arena floated steadily, supported by ancient formations and condensed divine power, giving off an imposing yet dignified presence. + +At the highest tier of this flying arena were seven grand seats, each one crafted from rare divine materials and engraved with ancient runes that symbolized authority, lineage, and power. + +These seats were arranged in a wide arc, ensuring that every member of the Seven Main Families had an unobstructed view of the entire trial site below. Behind each seat stood attendants and elders from the respective families, their postures respectful and restrained.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +As the members of the Seven Main Families took their places, the pressure in the air deepened further. Even from a great distance, their presence alone was enough to make many disciples subconsciously straighten their backs and steady their breathing. + +These were not merely spectators. They were the decision makers who could influence destinies with a single word. + +In front of the flying arena, enormous holographic screens began to appear one after another. These screens hovered silently in the air, each one large enough to display the battlefield in perfect clarity. + +Complex formations activated within them, allowing the screens to track individual disciples, magnify specific moments, and replay crucial actions in real time. Whether it was a test of will, comprehension, combat prowess, or survival, every detail would be recorded and displayed without omission. + +Through these holographic displays, the Seven Main Families could observe any disciple they wished at any moment. They could focus on a single individual or monitor entire groups at once, comparing performances and judging talent with cold precision. + +Every success and every failure would be witnessed directly by the most powerful figures of the Black Dragon Clan. + +Below, the disciples gathered on Planet Cyrus could feel it clearly. They were no longer simply being tested by elders of their halls. They were standing under the gaze of the Seven Main Families themselves. Every step they took, every decision they made, could potentially be seen by those who ruled their future. + +The trial had not yet begun, but for many disciples, the weight of that gaze was already a trial of its own. + +"Alright, outer disciples of the Black Dragon Palace from all thirty six halls," an aged yet powerful voice rang out across the vast trial grounds. + +An old man flew calmly into the air, his figure instantly drawing the attention of every disciple present. His white hair flowed gently behind him, and although his appearance seemed ordinary at first glance, the moment he spoke, an invisible pressure spread across the entire area, silencing all lingering whispers. + +"I am Charley Waller," the old man continued steadily. "The Grand Elder of the Black Dragon Palace. I will be the one presiding over this trial." + +At those words, countless disciples straightened instinctively. The Grand Elder himself had appeared. This alone was enough to show just how important the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial truly was. + +Charley Waller paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the sea of disciples standing below, as well as the towering flying arena above where the Seven Main Families observed everything in silence. + +"This time, the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial will consist of three trials," he said calmly, his voice carrying effortlessly to every corner of the trial site. "The first trial will be the Trial of Heart. The second trial is known as the Path to Eternal Flames. The third and final trial is called the Hundred Battles Trial." + +As he spoke each name, the atmosphere grew heavier, the disciples mentally preparing themselves for what was to come. + +"If you perform well in the latter two trials," Charley Waller continued, "there is a high chance you will be awarded with significant rewards, including cultivation resources and inheritance techniques." + +His tone then grew slightly more solemn. + +"As for being selected as a true disciple," he said, "only those whose performance is truly top tier will be considered. Talent alone will not be enough. You must prove your worth beyond doubt." + +The Grand Elder raised one hand slowly, and at that moment, the entire trial site fell into absolute silence. + +"With that being said," Charley Waller declared, his voice echoing like thunder across Planet Cyrus, "I hereby declare the start of the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial." + +The moment his words fell, a wave of anticipation surged through the countless disciples. Some clenched their fists, others steadied their breathing, and many felt their hearts pounding violently in their chests. + +The trials had begun. + +"All the disciples, follow me!" + +Grand Elder Charley Waller’s voice echoed clearly across the vast trial site the moment he landed on the scorched ground of Cyrus. His feet touched the earth lightly, yet the space around him seemed to settle, as if even the restless flames of the planet acknowledged his authority. + +Without waiting, he turned and began walking forward, leading the sea of disciples toward the first trial site. The direction he chose led straight toward one of the massive dome shaped structures that the disciples had noticed from afar the moment they arrived. + +Up close, the dome appeared far more imposing than it had from a distance. Its surface shimmered faintly with runes and symbols that seemed to shift and rearrange themselves, as though the structure itself were alive. + +As the disciples drew closer, the atmosphere began to change. What was once merely a faint sensation in the air slowly grew heavier, denser, pressing down on their bodies and minds alike. + +An invisible aura flowed outward from the dome, and with every step forward, that aura transformed into tangible pressure. Some disciples felt their breathing grow labored, while others felt a strange tightening around their hearts, as if unseen hands were testing their resolve. + +Max felt it immediately. + +The moment that aura washed over him, his eyes widened slightly. + +"This feeling..." he muttered under his breath, his expression turning serious. + +He knew this aura. He was intimately familiar with it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1428.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1428.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a925fdc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1428.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1421: Corpse of Black Dragon!" +slug: "ch-1428" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1428 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment the aura pressed down on him fully, Max felt a deep tremor ripple through his body and soul, as though something ancient had turned its gaze upon him. His breathing remained steady, yet his heart thumped once with heavy force as recognition struck him. + +’This is the aura and the pressure of the Black Dragon,’ Max said silently, his thoughts sharpening. + +He had felt something similar before. + +His mind was pulled back to Obsidian Dragon City and the Nine Dragons Painting, to that vast painted world where he had come face to face with a true Black Dragon. + +Back then, the pressure had been overwhelming, primal, and domineering, a presence that demanded reverence and fear from every living being that stood before it. That aura had been etched into his memory so deeply that he could never mistake it for anything else. + +Yet the feeling washing over him now was different. + +Similar in nature, but far heavier. + +As Max focused on the aura pouring out from the dome, a chill crept along his spine. The oppressive presence felt more dreadful, more suffocating, as if it carried the accumulated authority of countless eras. + +It was not the aura of a single living Black Dragon, but something deeper and more absolute, as though the very concept of the Black Dragon had been condensed and embedded within the structure itself. + +’Similar, but the aura here is more powerful and dreadful,’ Max thought, his expression growing solemn. + +That realization unsettled him. + +The Black Dragon he had encountered within the Nine Dragons Painting had been real, an authentic being whose existence alone was enough to crush weaker cultivators into submission. + +And yet, the pressure emanating from this dome felt heavier than that encounter. It made no sense at first. How could a structure, no matter how mysterious, release an aura that surpassed the presence of a living Black Dragon? + +As he walked forward, Max felt the aura probing him, not physically but at a deeper level. It brushed against his bloodline, his soul, and the foundations of his existence, as if attempting to determine whether he was worthy to stand before it. + +He realized then that this was not a simple pressure meant to overwhelm through force. It was a suppression aimed directly at bloodlines, especially those tied to draconic origins. + +Max glanced around him. + +The reactions of the surrounding disciples were immediate and obvious. Many of them had slowed their steps, their faces paling as invisible weight bore down on them. Some clenched their fists, others grit their teeth, and a few even swayed slightly as if their legs might give out. + +None of them understood what they were facing. They only knew that something inside the dome was suppressing them at a fundamental level, causing their bloodlines to feel sluggish, restrained, and heavy. + +The suppression reached Max as well. + +He could feel it clearly. + +But unlike the others, it did not crush him. + +The suppressive force pressed against his bloodline, only to meet an unyielding resistance. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline reacted instinctively, standing firm like immovable pillars. Rather than being weighed down, Max felt as though he were standing before a roaring tide that could not quite wash over him. + +For him, the pressure did not turn into suffocation. + +It remained an aura. + +A heavy, solemn presence that demanded respect, but not obedience. + +Max understood then that it was not because the suppression was weak. It was because his bloodline was too strong. + +Soon, led by Grand Elder Waller, the disciples crossed the threshold of the dome, and the moment their vision fully adjusted, a deep chill ran through every spine present. + +At the very center of the vast interior lay the head of a Black Dragon. + +Not flesh. Not scales. Only bone. + +Yet even reduced to a skeletal form, it was unimaginably enormous. + +The skull alone was larger than a mountain, its jagged fangs rising like ivory towers, each one longer than a city street. The eye sockets were cavernous voids, deep and unfathomable, as if they still retained the memory of a gaze that had once ruled the heavens. + +The structure of the skull was both brutal and majestic, every ridge and curve carved with the unmistakable authority of a supreme lifeform that had once stood at the apex of existence. + +The disciples felt their throats tighten. + +Even without eyes, the skull felt alive. + +An invisible pressure poured out from the skeletal head in endless waves, heavy and suffocating, crashing against their bodies and bloodlines without mercy. This was not an aura born of life, but something far more terrifying. It was the lingering will of a Black Dragon that had once dominated the Divine Realm, condensed into bone and memory, refusing to fade even after death. + +The pressure intensified with every step closer. + +Many disciples felt their knees tremble as their bloodlines reacted violently, some boiling in resistance while others shrank back in fear. Their breathing grew labored, chests rising and falling as though the air itself had become thick and unyielding. + +A few cultivators even felt a sharp pain bloom in their cores, as if the mere presence of the dragon skull was attempting to crush their cultivation into submission. + +The dome itself seemed to exist solely to contain that presence. + +Ancient runes glowed faintly along the walls and ceiling, reinforcing the structure, as if restraining a force that would otherwise tear the surroundings apart. Without those runes, it felt certain that the pressure alone would have been enough to shatter weaker cultivators instantly. + +Max stood among them, his gaze locked onto the skeletal head. + +Now he understood. + +This was why the aura felt heavier than the Black Dragon he had encountered in the Nine Dragons Painting. That dragon had been alive, its power restrained by form and will. + +This skull, however, was the remnant of a Black Dragon that had reached an unfathomable height before its death. Its will had fused with its remains, turning the bones themselves into a vessel of suppression and authority. + +Death had not weakened it. + +It had only stripped away restraint. + +The disciples could feel it instinctively. This was not merely a relic. It was a declaration. A reminder carved into bone that the Black Dragon Clan once stood above all, and that even in death, their dominance could not be denied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1429.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1429.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d64e53 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1429.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1422: Trial of Mind Begins!" +slug: "ch-1429" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1429 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Grand Elder Waller stood before the colossal skull, his aged eyes reflecting the pale gleam of dragon bone as his voice echoed clearly through the dome. + +"This is the remains of a Black Dragon, a true dragon," he said slowly, allowing his words to sink into the stunned silence. "Legend has it that one hundred thousand years ago, a great war purged the entire Divine Realm. Countless beings fell in that catastrophe. Entire star realms were shattered. Ancient races that once stood at the pinnacle of existence vanished overnight. At that time, true dragons still walked the heavens. They were not merely bloodline holders like us. They were the origin. They were sovereign beings whose very breath could collapse mountains and whose roars could tear apart the void itself." + +His gaze lifted toward the cavernous eye sockets of the skull. + +"This true dragon participated in that war. It stood on the battlefield against entities so powerful that even now their names have been lost to history. Yet even a true dragon, a being we revere as divine, was not spared. It fell like countless others. When the war ended, only this head remained." + +A faint sigh escaped his lips. + +"Later, our ancestors discovered these remains. They recognized what it represented. Not merely power, but legacy. They transported it here and sealed it within this dome. Since then, it has served as a trial site for our disciples. What once soared across the skies now stands as a test for the younger generation. Such is the cruelty of time. Even the mightiest beings are eventually reduced to relics." + +The disciples listened in stunned silence, their hearts pounding. + +To them, dragons were sacred. Even diluted dragon bloodlines were a source of pride within the Black Dragon Clan. True dragons were regarded as near divine entities, untouchable and eternal. The thought that one had perished was difficult enough to accept. The realization that it had died in a war shook them to their core. + +One disciple whispered hoarsely, "A war that could kill a true dragon... what kind of enemies were they facing?" + +Another swallowed hard. "If true dragons existed back then and still fell, then the Divine Realm must have been a completely different world." + +"I cannot even imagine a battlefield where such beings fought," someone muttered. "How could anything survive such destruction?" + +The atmosphere grew heavy with awe and unease. + +For the disciples who carried dragon bloodlines within their veins, the revelation struck even deeper. They had always believed that the peak of their bloodline traced back to invincible ancestors. Hearing that those ancestors had once been slain made the Divine Realm feel far more dangerous than they had ever imagined. + +Grand Elder Waller allowed their murmurs to continue for a moment before raising his hand for silence. + +"You should not feel despair," he said firmly. "Instead, you should feel pride. This skull is not a symbol of weakness. It is a symbol of endurance. Even after death, its will still suppresses you. Its aura still commands respect. That is the legacy of a true dragon. It is proof that strength leaves a mark that even time cannot erase." + +His voice hardened slightly. + +"Today, you will stand before the remnant of such a being. If you cannot endure the pressure of a corpse, then how will you ever hope to stand in the Divine Realm where true dangers still exist? The Trial of Heart begins here. Endure the suppression of this dragon’s will. Confront your fear. Confront your limits. Only those whose hearts do not crumble beneath its aura are qualified to proceed." + +The disciples felt their breaths grow heavy once more as they looked up at the towering skull. + +What had once been a majestic dragon that ruled the heavens now loomed over them as an unyielding judge. + +And they understood clearly. + +This was not merely a test of strength. + +It was a test of whether their hearts were worthy to carry the blood of dragons in a realm where even true dragons had once fallen. + +Grand Elder Waller continued. "You will have ten minutes. Once I start the trial, you will all have ten minutes. Those who are knocked down or fallen unconscious will be eliminated from the trial." + +With that being said, Grand Elder Waller, looked towards the elder responsible for the trial site. + +"Your trial starts now!" Grand Elder Waller announced. + +Grand Elder Waller’s voice had barely faded when the elder beside him activated the formation. + +In the next instant, the aura pouring from the black dragon’s skull exploded outward. + +It was not a gradual increase. It was a violent surge. + +The pressure multiplied a hundred times. + +The air inside the dome seemed to solidify. It felt as if an invisible mountain had descended from the heavens and slammed directly onto every disciple present. The faint red glow inside the hollow eye sockets of the dragon skull flickered ominously, and the oppressive will contained within those ancient bones awakened like a slumbering beast disturbed. + +Many disciples did not even have time to react. + +Several of the weaker ones cried out as their knees buckled beneath them. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, veins bulging across their foreheads as they tried to circulate their energy to resist. The dragon’s will bore down not only on their bodies but on their minds, as if an ancient gaze was judging the worth of their existence. + +One disciple let out a choked gasp before collapsing face first onto the ground. + +Another staggered backward with wide, terrified eyes. "I... I cannot breathe!" + +His vision blurred. The weight crushing down on him felt endless. In his mind, he seemed to see a colossal dragon soaring through a blood soaked sky, its roar shaking the world apart. His heart faltered under that imagined roar. + +He fainted. + +One by one, some weak minded disciples crumpled to the ground without even lasting a few breaths. Their consciousness was extinguished by the overwhelming will contained within the dragon’s remains. For them, the trial ended the moment the true pressure descended. + +Even those who remained standing were far from comfortable. + +Groans echoed throughout the dome. Many disciples dropped to one knee, their palms pressed against the ground to prevent themselves from collapsing completely. Sweat poured down their faces as they gritted their teeth. Their bones creaked audibly beneath the immense gravity intertwined with dragon might. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-143.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-143.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf43f5a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-143.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 143: Better than everyone" +slug: "ch-143" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 143 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1271 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Two hours later, Max stood in front of the monolith with the blob of slime. A black door was visible on the surface of the monolith. + +"Go on," the blob said, glancing at Max. "This door will lead you to the fourth floor." + +Max glanced at the door before heading toward it. "The inheritance better be worth all of this," he said, looking back at the blob before disappearing into the monolith. + +"The inheritance?" The blob shook its head upon hearing Max. "Even I don’t have access to the fifth floor, so I don’t know whether the so-called inheritance in that place is worth it for anyone." + +It mused for a moment. "But I guess we will find out this time." With that, it disappeared from the fourth floor. + +--- + +After passing through the narrow path in the monolith, Max found himself in a hall. There were eleven others already present. + +A smile appeared on his face as Max sensed the strength of each of the individuals before him. + +"Look, someone from level 7 of the Apprentice Rank has arrived!" + +"Huh? Isn’t he the one who reached the top of the monolith?" + +"It’s Max Morgan from the Phoenix Order guild!" + +"What is Max doing here?" + +Those from the East Region recognized Max at a glance, while several others recognized him as the figure who had ascended to the top of the monolith not long ago. + +"Max! You dare to come here?!" Veylin’s shout reached Max’s ears at this moment. + +Max turned toward him, a smile on his face. "If you can be here, so can I," he said, smiling. + +A cruel smile appeared on Veylin’s face. "Last time you escaped, but this time you won’t be so lucky," he said, grinning. + +"Lucky?" Max sneered. "I wonder who it was that got blasted into a building after my attack and didn’t come out for five minutes or more." + +"We’ll see the result this time," Veylin said, his tone mocking. + +Max smiled at him and said no more. + +At this moment, everyone’s attention was on him, especially those from the other three regions. They were looking at Max as if he were some kind of prey. + +"Where did this little shrimp come from?" The young man with black, spike-like hair arrived close to Max and observed him from top to bottom. + +"Hmm, I don’t see any special qualities that would explain why you reached the peak of the monolith," the spiky-haired young man said after inspecting Max. "Say, how did you do it? How did you reach the peak of the monolith?" + +Max glanced at him, his face curious. "You are?" he asked. + +"Cough," just then, a young man with golden hair appeared before Max. + +Max glanced at him, narrowing his eyes. "You must be the Crown Prince of the West, right? You look similar to your sister," he said, noticing the similar features between Princess Aveline and the young man with golden hair before him. + +"Indeed, I am Aelric Dragomir of the West. You can call me Crown Prince Aelric or simply Aelric," the young man with golden hair introduced himself. + +Max nodded, smiling. "The pleasure is all mine, Your Highness Crown Prince Aelric." + +"You haven’t said how you managed to reach the peak of the monolith," the spiky-haired young man said, glaring. + +"Cough!" Crown Prince Aelric coughed lightly. "Excuse my friend’s behavior. He’s like that with everyone," he said, a bit embarrassed. + +Max glanced at him, sensing he was different from Princess Aveline. "Your Highness, you seem very casual, unlike Princess Aveline," he said. + +Crown Prince Aelric sighed lightly. "Well, my sister has adopted my Royal Father as her mental model, so her every action exudes that prideful aura. But sadly, I don’t have any interest in those things." + +’Not interested, and yet you’re the Crown Prince?’ Max thought to himself. + +"Are you going to answer or not?" The spiky-haired young man became impatient when Max hadn’t given him an answer yet. + +Crown Prince Aelric glanced at him and then turned to Max. "This is Jack, also known as the Mad Sword of the West." + +Max was a bit surprised upon hearing the term "Mad Sword." He had heard of someone like that in the West—someone who feared little to no one. + +Turning to Jack, Max’s expression grew serious. "The reason I was able to ascend to the peak while you lot couldn’t is simple." + +As he said that, almost everyone’s eyes were on him, their faces extremely curious. + +Max paused for a moment, his sharp gaze sweeping across the gathered crowd. His lips curled into a confident smirk as he broke the silence. + +"Isn’t it obvious?" he asked, his voice calm yet brimming with an edge of superiority. "It’s because I’m better than all of you." His tone was confident. + +His words struck like a thunderclap, causing the eleven geniuses standing before him to stiffen. Shock, disbelief, and irritation flickered across their faces as they processed his audacious declaration in their own ways. + +Enjoy more content from freewebnovel + +Some clenched their fists, their pride stung by his boldness. Others narrowed their eyes, struggling to suppress the surge of anger rising within them. A few, however, remained silent, their expressions unreadable as they scrutinized Max with newfound wariness. + +The air grew heavy with tension, the unspoken challenge in Max’s statement echoing louder than any battle cry. In that moment, it wasn’t just his words but his unwavering confidence that made his declaration impossible to ignore. + +Just as the tension reached its peak, the blob of slime appeared before everyone. + +"Alright, the trial is about to begin," it said, glancing at Max and the others. + +Almost instantly, a black cube slowly descended from the roof of the hall. Everyone was surprised to see the battle cube and gave way for it to land in the hall. + +The blob of slime glanced at everyone. "The trial of the fourth battle will be held in the personal battle realm. Now enter at once." + +"Better than everyone? I like your confidence," the lady with the mask passed by Max as she entered the cube. + +Max recognized her voice and understood who that person was. ’She’s the one who helped me stall Veylin last time,’ he thought. + +It was then that Max noticed several glances, many of which weren’t friendly, as the others entered the cube one by one. + +Max’s eyes then locked with Five, who also passed by him. "You seem confident, but are you so sure you can defeat me?" his voice reached Max’s ears as he entered the cube. + +Max smiled and glanced back at him. + +"You’ve made almost everyone your enemy in just minutes after arriving here," the blob said, glaring. + +Max shrugged. "They don’t like the truth; what can I do in that situation?" + +The blob shook its head and pointed at the cube. "Now go and enter the cube." + +Max nodded, glancing at it before walking toward the cube and entering, just like everyone else. + +"Better than everyone? You better be," the blob muttered as it swiped its tiny hands, revealing ten screens displaying what was happening in the cube. + +Just at that moment, outside the entry portal of the temple in all four regions—five if you included the central region—a screen appeared before them, displaying the blob with its wicked smile. + +"Everyone from the Valora Continent, are you ready to witness the rise of the strongest genius of the continent?" the blob announced loudly on the screen. Another screen appeared before them, showing the live broadcast from the personal battle realm, with the twelve geniuses standing on twelve pillars. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1430.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1430.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4175750 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1430.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1423: Many Top Disciples!" +slug: "ch-1430" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1430 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"This... this is only a corpse!" someone shouted hoarsely. "How can it still be this terrifying?" + +Another disciple struggled to raise his head. His back bent under the invisible weight, his body trembling as if he carried an entire mountain range on his shoulders. "Stand... I must stand..." + +The pressure was not only physical. It clawed into their bloodlines, stirring the faint dragon lineage within many of them. Those with weaker bloodlines felt an intense suppression, as though their own power was kneeling before its true origin. Some coughed up blood as their circulation faltered under the suppression. + +Minutes passed like eternal torment. + +Even strong disciples found it difficult to remain upright. Their faces turned pale as they released their full cultivation to resist. Flames erupted around some of them. Lightning crackled around others. They summoned every ounce of strength they possessed simply to avoid being forced to their knees. + +Dale, who had stood arrogantly earlier, now had both fists clenched tightly at his sides. His arms trembled as golden aura surged around his body. His expression was twisted with strain, teeth grinding audibly as he forced his spine to remain straight. + +"This is nothing," he muttered fiercely, though sweat streamed down his temples. + +Jane stood not far from him. Her long black hair fluttered in the violent pressure as a soft radiance surrounded her. She had closed her eyes, her breathing steady but heavy. Though her legs shook slightly, she refused to kneel. There was tension in her posture, yet her composure remained intact. + +Aden stood at the very front. + +Compared to the others, his posture was remarkably stable. His robe fluttered under the crushing aura, yet his feet remained firmly planted. His expression was calm, though his eyes had sharpened considerably. The pressure was clearly affecting him, but he did not bow his head. He faced the dragon skull directly as if silently challenging its will. + +Max observed everything quietly. + +Around him, disciples continued to fall. + +Some lasted a minute before collapsing. Others endured three or four minutes before their consciousness gave way. A few strong ones remained kneeling but conscious, their bodies shaking violently as they fought to stay awake. + +By the fifth minute, the ground was scattered with unconscious figures. + +By the seventh minute, even several disciples who had initially stood confidently were forced down to one knee. Their pride was crushed beneath the relentless suppression. + +Only a small group remained standing properly. + +The top ranked disciples of various halls stood upright, though none looked relaxed. Their auras flared brightly as they resisted the ancient dragon’s will. Veins bulged on their foreheads. Their breathing grew heavier with each passing second. + +Yet they stood. + +The contrast was stark. + +While hundreds lay unconscious or kneeling in defeat, only the true top geniuses remained upright, their figures like solitary pillars beneath a collapsing sky. + +High above, the elders watched silently. + +The dragon skull loomed overhead, its hollow gaze indifferent. + +Ten minutes beneath the will of a fallen true dragon was not merely a test of strength. + +It was a measure of whose heart could endure the weight of an ancient era. + +"There are many disciples who are able to withstand this pressure easily," Max thought as his gaze swept across the vast interior of the dome. + +Since the dragon’s oppressive will barely affected him, he had the luxury of observation. Where others struggled just to remain conscious, Max stood in silence, his mind sharp and analytical. He watched the top ranked disciples of the various halls with keen interest. + +The thirty third hall was not the only place that harbored monsters. Beyond Aden, Jane and Dale, he could see figures from other halls standing tall beneath the overwhelming dragon pressure, their auras stable and their expressions firm. + +Some radiated scorching flames that intertwined with the skull’s oppressive aura. Others exuded icy calm, their presence unmoving like ancient glaciers resisting a storm. A few even seemed to thrive under the pressure, their bloodlines faintly roaring in defiance. + +The Divine Realm truly was vast. + +Max felt a quiet excitement rise within him. These were not small geniuses nor provincial talents from a mortal world. These were elite disciples nurtured within one of the great clans of the Divine Realm. Each one here had survived countless competitions, countless resources poured into their growth. This was the real battlefield of geniuses. + +His eyes continued to scan the crowd. + +Then suddenly his gaze stopped.𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢 + +"Huh?" + +Among the sea of struggling disciples and the cluster of stable elites, one particular figure caught his attention. It was a lady with long black hair cascading down her back. She stood calmly beneath the crushing aura, her posture straight and elegant. + +Her expression was neither strained nor arrogant. It was composed, almost indifferent. Around her, the pressure twisted the air violently, yet she seemed anchored in place as if the dragon’s will acknowledged her existence. + +However, it was not her composure that drew Max’s focus. + +The moment his eyes locked onto her, something within him stirred. + +A subtle pulse. + +Then another. + +Deep within his body, the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline that flowed through his veins reacted. + +It was not fear. + +It was not suppression. + +It was hunger. + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly as he felt the sensation intensify. His bloodline, which normally remained stable and dominant, now felt restless. It was as though a sleeping beast inside him had suddenly caught the scent of something irresistible. + +’I feel like my bloodline wants to devour the bloodline in that lady.’ + +The thought startled him. + +This was not the ordinary resonance between similar bloodlines. When he encountered dragon lineage before, there was either dominance or subtle recognition. What he felt now was different. It was primal. It was greedy. It was instinctive. + +His heart beat slightly faster. + +He focused inward, trying to calm the surging dragon energy within him. The chaotic black power that slumbered in his veins coiled faintly, like a dragon raising its head in interest. It was not reacting to the pressure of the skull. It was reacting specifically to her. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1431.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1431.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94f7ffd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1431.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1424: Primal Intent to Devour!" +slug: "ch-1431" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1431 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1060 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’She carries the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline as well,’ Max concluded quickly. + +He could sense it clearly now. The aura around her, though restrained, carried the faint trace of chaotic dragon energy. It was pure and ancient. Yet something about it felt different from his own.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +’But why does my bloodline want to devour hers?’ + +This was what troubled him. + +Bloodlines of similar origin usually resonated, repelled, or established hierarchy. Devouring was something entirely different. That implied assimilation. It implied that one lineage could grow stronger by consuming the other. + +And previously whenever he had encountered any one of Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, he had always felt his bloodline superior to theirs but then why the sudden changes? Why the superiority here was replaced by endless hunger to devour that bloodline? + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her more carefully. + +Her aura was refined. + +Too refined. + +While many disciples radiated their dragon lineage openly under the pressure of the skull, hers was tightly controlled, almost condensed to perfection. It did not leak wildly. It did not clash with the dragon skull’s aura. Instead, it seemed to exist in quiet harmony with it. + +’What makes her bloodline unique enough to trigger this hunger?’ + +He pondered possibilities. + +Was her lineage purer? + +Was it closer to the origin of true dragons? + +Or was it perhaps incomplete in a way that his bloodline could absorb and perfect? + +The thought that his bloodline might evolve by devouring another sent a chill down his spine. The instinct felt ancient and brutal, as though it came from a primordial era where dragons fought and consumed one another to climb higher in dominance. + +Max suppressed the stirring greed within him. + +He did not like the feeling. + +He was not a beast driven by blind instinct. He was a cultivator with will and reason. Yet he could not deny that the reaction was real and powerful. + +His gaze lingered on the black haired lady for a few more seconds. + +She had not noticed him yet. Or perhaps she had and simply chose not to react. + +Either way, Max understood something clearly in that moment. + +This was not the last time their paths would cross. + +And whatever secret her bloodline held, it was something that resonated deeply with the core of his own existence. + +Just as Max was trying to calm the restless stirring within his bloodline, the lady with long black hair slowly turned her head. + +It was a simple movement. + +Yet the moment her gaze met his, something inside him snapped. + +Their eyes locked across the dome, across the crushing aura of the dragon skull, across the sea of struggling disciples. For a fraction of a second, the world around him faded. The pressure, the murmurs, the trial, all of it became distant. + +Then Max truly saw her face. + +She was beautiful. + +That was the first and most honest thought that surfaced in his mind. Her features were delicate yet sharp, as though carved by some meticulous hand. Her skin seemed almost luminous beneath the dim red light of the dome. + +Her eyes were deep and dark, carrying a faint glint of cold intelligence. There was no panic in them despite the suffocating dragon pressure. There was no arrogance either. Only quiet awareness. + +But beauty was not what shattered his composure. + +The instant their gazes met, the reaction within his body intensified violently. + +It was no longer a subtle hunger. + +It became a roar. + +The Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline within him surged like a beast awakened from slumber. His veins felt hot, almost burning from the inside. The chaotic dragon energy coiled fiercely around his core, expanding, pressing against the boundaries of his control. + +’What is happening?’ + +Max’s breathing grew slightly heavier, though externally he still appeared calm. + +The hunger turned sharp. + +It was not admiration. + +It was not attraction. + +It was devouring intent. + +A primitive desire to consume. + +His bloodline recognized something in her that it desperately wanted. It was as if her existence itself was nourishment. His chaotic dragon energy vibrated with such intensity that for a brief moment he feared it would erupt outward uncontrollably. + +A faint black shimmer flickered in his pupils before vanishing. + +He clenched his fists subconsciously. + +The urge became even more violent. + +If before it had been a whisper, now it was a command. + +Devour. + +Assimilate. + +Claim. + +Max felt a wave of cold realization wash over him. This was not normal resonance between similar bloodlines. This was predatory instinct. His lineage was not acknowledging her as equal. It was identifying her as prey. + +’Why?’ + +His thoughts raced. + +Was her bloodline a purer fragment of a true Black Dragon? + +Was it a variant? + +Or was it perhaps incomplete, waiting to be absorbed by a more dominant form? + +The chaotic energy within him pulsed harder the longer their eyes remained locked. He could feel the dragon skull’s aura around them reacting faintly as well, as though some ancient remnant was stirred by their silent confrontation. + +At that moment, Max sensed something else. + +Her aura shifted slightly. + +Not outwardly. + +But internally. + +It was subtle, yet unmistakable. + +Her bloodline had reacted too. + +Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as if she had sensed the same violent stirring from him. A faint ripple of dragon energy passed through her body, controlled and contained, but sharp. + +For a split second, the space between them felt charged. + +Like two ancient beasts measuring each other. + +In the end, she looked away from him. And when that happened, Max suddenly began to feel calm down. + +His heart became steady, but deep within, the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline was restless beyond measure. The hunger did not fade after he broke eye contact. It lingered, simmering, like a predator that had finally spotted its target after wandering in darkness for centuries. + +’This is dangerous.’ + +He realized it clearly now. If he allowed this instinct to guide him, he might lose control one day. + +He took a slow breath and suppressed the chaotic dragon energy with sheer will. The Dimensional Sovereign Body assisted him, stabilizing his internal fluctuations and sealing the violent surge before it could leak outward. + +Yet even as he calmed himself, one truth remained undeniable. + +His bloodline had marked her. + +And whatever secret lay within her dragon lineage, it was something that his own existence craved with terrifying intensity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1432.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1432.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bd884e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1432.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1425: End of the First Trial!" +slug: "ch-1432" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1432 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1196 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max slowly steadied his breathing, forcing the violent pulse within his veins to subside. The urge had come so suddenly that for a brief moment it had almost drowned his reason, as though something ancient inside him had awakened and was clawing at his restraint. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, pressing down on the instinct that whispered of conquest and devouring. + +’I will have to investigate her bloodline more carefully,’ he told himself. ’I need to know what it is and why mine reacted like that.’ + +The more he replayed the sensation in his mind, the more unsettled he became. It had not been simple greed or curiosity. It had been hunger. + +A primal, overwhelming hunger that did not belong to his conscious will. His bloodline had surged with a violent resonance the instant he sensed hers, as if recognizing prey or perhaps recognizing something that could complete it. That reaction alone made his heart grow heavy. + +’Why would my bloodline react like that unless it lacks something?’ + +The thought struck him harder than he expected. He had always regarded his bloodline as extraordinary, even monstrous in its potential. It had granted him terrifying strength and abilities that defied common logic. Yet the intensity of that urge suggested incompleteness. It suggested that what he possessed, powerful as it was, had not yet reached its ultimate form. + +’If devouring her bloodline could elevate mine to a higher stage of evolution, would that not be a breakthrough beyond imagination?’ + +The temptation lingered like a shadow behind his thoughts. He imagined the surge of power, the transformation, the possibility of crossing another threshold that few could even dream of touching. For someone who had clawed his way through countless dangers, who had bled and struggled to rise step by step, the prospect was intoxicating. + +But at what cost? + +Max opened his eyes and exhaled slowly. He understood what devouring truly meant. It was not some harmless exchange of energy. To take her bloodline would mean taking a core part of her existence. At best, she would be crippled beyond recovery. At worst, she would die. + +He clenched his fists. + +’I am not a saint,’ he admitted inwardly. ’I have killed before. I have done things for survival and for strength.’ + +Yet there was a line he had never crossed. He had never preyed upon the innocent for the sole purpose of accelerating his own evolution. There was a difference between fighting enemies who sought his life and hunting someone simply because they possessed something valuable. + +The hunger within him stirred again, quieter now but persistent. It whispered that strength was everything. It reminded him that in this world only the strong survived. It argued that hesitation was weakness. + +For a fleeting second, he imagined surrendering to that voice. Taking what he wanted. Becoming stronger without compromise. + +His jaw tightened. + +No. + +There has to be another way. + +If his bloodline truly required something from hers, then there must be a method to study it, to understand it, perhaps even to replicate or resonate with it without destroying her. He had survived this long not by blindly following instinct, but by thinking, planning, adapting. + +He would investigate. He would observe. He would uncover the truth behind that violent reaction. + +But he would not become a monster driven solely by hunger. + +As Max wrestled with the storm inside his heart, time slipped past him without notice. The hunger in his bloodline had not fully vanished, but he had forced it into a corner of his mind where it could no longer cloud his judgment. + +His expression returned to its usual calm, yet beneath that calmness was a subtle tightness that only he could feel. By the time he steadied himself completely, ten minutes had already passed, and the first trial reached its conclusion. + +The suffocating pressure that had blanketed the area gradually receded, though its lingering weight still pressed upon the hearts of many. The massive dragon skull towering above them remained silent and unmoving, yet the oppressive aura it emitted had already done its work. + +Around the plaza, several disciples lay collapsed on the ground, their faces pale and drenched in sweat, their bodies trembling as if they had just survived a nightmare. + +Grand Elder Waller stepped forward, his robe fluttering slightly in the faint current of energy that still lingered in the air. His gaze swept across the remaining disciples with cold authority before his voice rang out, steady and unquestionable. + +"Those who remain standing until now will move on to the second trial." + +His words were simple, yet they carried the weight of judgment. He did not raise his voice, nor did he display any emotion. To him, this was merely a necessary process. + +"And those who fainted or could not remain standing within the ten minutes given to you are all eliminated." + +A heavy silence followed his declaration. Some of the fallen disciples lowered their heads, their fists tightening against the stone ground beneath them. Their shoulders trembled, not from the lingering pressure of the dragon skull, but from humiliation. + +They had entered this trial with ambition burning in their hearts, believing they possessed the pride of the Black Dragon Palace within their veins. Yet under the true pressure of their own bloodline’s source, they had collapsed. + +Grand Elder Waller turned without hesitation. "Those who passed, follow me to the second trial." + +He began walking forward, his steps neither hurried nor slow, and the disciples who remained standing instinctively fell in line behind him. No one dared to speak. The atmosphere was thick with both relief and tension, for passing the first trial only meant that harsher trials awaited ahead. + +Max cast a brief glance over his shoulder at those who had been eliminated. He saw clenched jaws, trembling hands, eyes filled with frustration and unwillingness to accept defeat. For a fleeting moment, he understood their feelings. No one trained for years expecting to fall at the very first step. + +However, his gaze soon turned indifferent. + +The path of the strong was never paved with sympathy. It demanded an unwavering mind and a body capable of enduring pressure that would crush ordinary people. The dragon skull had merely released a fraction of its aura, yet even that fraction had exposed the weakness hidden within many hearts. + +As a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace, especially one who carried the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, enduring such pressure should have been fundamental. The skull was not an enemy. It was the remnant of their own lineage’s glory. + +If they could not withstand even the echo of their ancestral might, how could they hope to inherit its true power? + +Max’s steps remained steady as he walked behind Grand Elder Waller. In his mind, there was no mockery toward the fallen, yet there was no pity either. Strength was not something that could be begged for. It was forged through endurance, sharpened through adversity, and proven through survival. + +Those who could not endure the pressure of a mere dragon skull were simply not ready for what lay ahead. + +And the trials were only just beginning in the vast Divine Realm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1433.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1433.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2f9ef43 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1433.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1426: Meeting Lucia Again!" +slug: "ch-1433" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1433 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1165 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Grand Elder Waller did not slow his pace as he guided the remaining disciples forward, and soon they arrived before another dome that rose high into the sky like a colossal fortress. + +This structure was far larger than the previous one, its curved surface shimmering faintly with layered protective formations that rippled like transparent waves. The scale of it alone was enough to make several disciples unconsciously straighten their backs, as if the very size of the dome was a silent reminder that what awaited inside would be far more demanding than the first trial. + +As they entered, Max’s eyes immediately swept across the interior. The space within was vast and circular, with tiers of elevated platforms surrounding the arena. Standing upon those platforms were elders from the Thirty Six Halls of the Black Dragon Palace, each one exuding a steady and imposing aura. + +Their expressions were calm, yet their gazes were sharp as blades, observing every disciple who walked in as though weighing their worth in a single glance. + +Aside from the elders, there were several young figures positioned near the front, standing with a confidence that set them apart from the rest. Their robes were finer, their bearing more composed, and the aura around them carried a depth that Max could not fully perceive + +No matter how carefully he observed, their cultivation levels remained blurred in his senses, as though concealed by an invisible veil. + +However, among those figures, one face immediately caught his attention. + +Lucia Grimes stood quietly to one side, her posture elegant and composed. + +’It seems they are the geniuses of the Seven Families,’ Max concluded silently. + +The realization did not surprise him. If this trial was of great importance, it was only natural that the most outstanding talents of the great families would be present to observe or perhaps even participate in some capacity. Their presence elevated the atmosphere further, turning what was already a serious trial into something that felt almost ceremonial. + +Soon, the group of disciples led by Grand Elder Waller fully entered the dome and gathered at the center. The space above them flickered faintly, and large screens began to illuminate one by one, floating and hovering in midair. + +They formed a circular array around the arena, their surfaces shimmering with light as if prepared to display scenes from within the trial. + +At the very center of the dome, a single path extended forward. + +It was golden. + +The path gleamed as though forged from molten metal that had solidified into a flawless surface. Its brilliance was not blinding, yet it carried an undeniable presence that drew the eyes of everyone present. It stretched forward in a straight line, disappearing into a curtain of distorted air at the far end, as if leading into another realm entirely. + +Max’s gaze sharpened as he focused on it. + +Unlike the heavy, ancient pressure that had emanated from the dragon skull, the aura radiating from this golden path was different in nature. It was not oppressive in a suffocating way. Instead, it felt fierce, scorching, and restless, like a dormant volcano barely restrained beneath a thin crust of stone. + +He could feel heat brushing against his senses even from a distance. It was subtle at first, like standing near a furnace whose flames had not yet been fully unleashed, but beneath that subtlety was a terrifying intensity waiting to erupt. + +’The pressure is related to flames,’ Max assessed inwardly as he narrowed his eyes. + +His body, which carried both draconic essence and a deep connection to flames, reacted instinctively. The energy within his veins stirred, not in hunger this time, but in recognition. This was not the ancient dominance of dragon might. This was something purer and more destructive. + +The second trial was named the Path to Eternal Flames. + +Max’s gaze remained fixed on the golden path before him as the thought settled in his mind. + +’Is that the Path to Eternal Flames?’ + +The golden surface seemed almost alive, faint ripples of heat distorting the air above it. Even without stepping onto it, he could sense that this path would test far more than physical endurance. It would test control, resistance, and perhaps even one’s affinity with flame itself. + +As silence spread through the dome, and as the eyes of elders and geniuses alike focused upon the disciples who had survived the first trial, Max felt the tension in the air thicken. + +The true challenge had only just begun. + +"The content of the second trial will be explained by your respective elders." + +Grand Elder Waller’s voice echoed across the vast dome with composed authority. He did not offer further clarification, nor did he spare the disciples an additional glance. + +His duty for this phase had ended. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the elevated platforms where the elders of the Thirty Six Halls were gathered, his figure gradually merging into the presence of the higher authorities. + +The disciples remained standing for a brief moment before movement began to ripple through the crowd. Groups separated instinctively, each disciple heading toward the elder of their respective hall. The once unified group from the first trial now fragmented into smaller circles, tension and anticipation thick in the air. + +Max moved calmly toward Lady Virelila, his steps steady and unhurried. His expression had returned to its usual composure, yet his eyes remained observant, carefully noting the subtle reactions of those around him. Some disciples looked nervous, their gazes flickering toward the golden path at the center of the dome. Others carried expressions of determination, as if convincing themselves that they were prepared for whatever awaited them. + +Just as Max reached Lady Virelila, a familiar presence approached with quick and confident steps. + +"So, how was the first trial? Did you struggle there?" + +Lucia’s voice carried an unmistakable liveliness as she stepped into the space between Max and the hall elder, her eyes bright with curiosity. There was no hesitation in her tone, no formal restraint despite the presence of elders nearby. She seemed completely at ease within this environment, as though she belonged here as much as any of the high ranking figures. + +Max glanced at her briefly before answering. + +"It was fine." + +His response was calm and measured. There was no boastfulness, nor was there false modesty. To him, the first trial had simply been what it was. + +He then asked, his gaze sharpening slightly, "What are you doing here?" + +Lucia folded her arms lightly, a faint smile forming at the corner of her lips. + +"I am here to observe the second and the last trial," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Some records will be broken today for sure." + +Her tone held certainty rather than speculation. It was as though she already knew something that others did not. + +Max narrowed his eyes at her words. + +"Records will be broken?" he repeated slowly. "Which of the disciples here is so strong that they could break records in the second and third trials?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1434.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1434.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21ee85f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1434.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1427: Saintess in Training!" +slug: "ch-1434" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1434 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"There are actually two," Lucia said with a faint smile as her gaze drifted toward a particular section of the dome where several disciples stood apart from the rest. Her eyes lingered on one young woman in the distance, and there was a subtle change in her expression that did not escape Max’s notice. "The first one is the Saintess in training." + +Max followed her line of sight, and the moment his eyes landed on that figure, his pupils contracted slightly. It was her. The same woman whose presence had stirred the violent hunger within his bloodline earlier. + +She stood with quiet composure, neither overly proud nor timid, her posture straight and her aura restrained yet unmistakably pure. There was an almost ethereal quality to her presence that made the surrounding air feel clearer around her. + +"Saintess in training?" Max asked, his tone calm but his curiosity unmistakable. "What does that mean?" + +Lucia’s smile remained, though a faint flicker passed through her eyes, something between admiration and resentment. + +"Saintess in training means she is the next in line to become the Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan," Lucia replied. "The Saintess of our clan is not merely a title. It represents a sacred existence within the Black Dragon lineage. They are born only under extraordinary circumstances, and in many generations they do not appear at all." + +Her voice lowered slightly, as though speaking of something that commanded reverence. + +"In the history of the Black Dragon Clan, a true Saintess appears perhaps once every other generation, and sometimes there are stretches of time where none emerge for centuries. For the past hundreds of years, no one qualified for that position. The bloodline remained strong, but none possessed the purity or the resonance required to awaken the signs of a Saintess." + +Max listened silently, his gaze never leaving the distant figure. + +Lucia continued, "A Saintess is born when the Black Dragon bloodline manifests in its most refined and harmonious state. It is said that their blood carries the original essence of the primordial Black Dragon itself. Their affinity with draconic power is nearly flawless. From birth, their cultivation speed surpasses others. Their comprehension of flame and dragon aura is effortless. Even their mere presence strengthens the morale and cohesion of the clan."𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +There was a slight tightening in her voice as she spoke the next words. + +"She is Isabella Lumin, the current Saintess in training. The elders have already acknowledged her potential. If everything proceeds without deviation, she will undergo the final rites within a few years and formally ascend as the Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly at the name. + +Isabella Lumin. + +The name settled in his mind, heavy with meaning. The reaction of his bloodline now made far more sense. If her blood carried a purity close to the primordial source, then perhaps what his own bloodline lacked was that same completeness. The hunger he had felt might not have been random. It might have been an instinctive desire to bridge a gap. + +Lucia paused briefly before continuing, her expression more complicated now. + +"Whenever a Saintess appears within our clan, it is considered an omen of prosperity. Legends say that during the eras when a Saintess led the spiritual core of the Black Dragon Clan, our influence expanded, our enemies retreated, and our internal conflicts diminished. It is believed that a Saintess acts as a living anchor to the ancestral dragon’s will, stabilizing the bloodlines of the entire clan." + +Her eyes flickered faintly with jealousy, though she tried to mask it behind a composed smile. + +"That is why Isabella has become the focus of attention. Every hall seeks her favor. Every elder watches her growth. The younger generation either admires her or envies her. In the eyes of many, her existence alone guarantees that the Black Dragon Clan will flourish for the next thousand years." + +Max remained silent. + +In the distance, Isabella stood beneath the glow of the dome’s light, unaware of the quiet storm within him. To others, she was a symbol of hope and prosperity. To his bloodline, she was something else entirely. + +A key. + +Or perhaps a missing piece. + +Max slowly withdrew his gaze, forcing his expression to remain neutral. The revelation had deepened his understanding, yet it had also intensified the complexity of his situation. Devouring the bloodline of an ordinary disciple would have been one thing. But the bloodline of a Saintess in training was something entirely different. + +If what Lucia said was true, Isabella was not merely a talented cultivator. + +She was the future spiritual pillar of the Black Dragon Clan. + +"What makes her so special?" Max asked, his voice steady though his thoughts were anything but calm. His gaze lingered on Isabella for a moment longer before shifting back to Lucia. If the title of Saintess alone was enough to stir such reverence, then the foundation behind that title had to be far deeper than simple talent. + +Lucia’s smile widened slightly, as though she had been waiting for that question. + +"Not just any descendant or disciple can be considered a Saintess in training," she began. "The first and foremost requirement is that the person must be chosen by the Imperial Bloodline of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline." + +The words carried weight, and even the nearby disciples seemed to lower their voices instinctively, as if the term itself demanded respect. + +"The Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline has many divisions," Lucia continued, her tone turning more solemn. "Over countless generations, the bloodline has diversified. Some branches are stronger in physical might, some possess higher affinity with black flames, and some are gifted in spiritual perception. However, above all these divisions exists a lineage that stands at the apex. That lineage is known as the Imperial Bloodline." + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +"Imperial Bloodline is the rarest type of bloodline division within our clan," Lucia explained. "It is not something that can be cultivated through effort alone, nor can it be artificially awakened. It is an inheritance that traces directly back to the most ancient progenitor of the Black Dragon Clan. According to the oldest records, the founder of our bloodline was a descendant of a primordial Black Dragon that once ruled over chaos itself. The Imperial Bloodline is said to be the purest echo of that origin." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1435.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1435.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ce9d4ae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1435.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1428: Inheritor of the Imperial Bloodline!" +slug: "ch-1435" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1435 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1137 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Her voice lowered slightly, as if recounting a legend passed down through generations. + +"It is so rare that in most generations, no one even senses its existence. Only females of our clan have ever displayed any connection to it, and even then the connection is often faint. Centuries may pass before a direct descendant appears whose blood can truly resonate with the Imperial Bloodline. Those who are chosen by it are not merely talented. They are acknowledged by the very will embedded within our ancestral blood." + +Max listened in silence, absorbing every word. + +Lucia continued, "Being chosen by the Imperial Bloodline does not simply enhance cultivation speed. It grants an innate authority over draconic energy. The black flames of such a person are purer and more domineering. Their aura carries a pressure that affects even other members of the Black Dragon Clan. It is said that when an Imperial Bloodline awakens fully, other branches instinctively feel reverence, as though facing the true heir of the primordial dragon." + +Her eyes flickered faintly as she added, "The Imperial Bloodline is also tied to the spiritual core of our clan. Some elders believe that it contains fragments of ancient draconic memory, though no one can confirm this. What is certain is that every time an Imperial Bloodline descendant has appeared in history, the Black Dragon Clan has entered a golden era of expansion and dominance." + +Max’s thoughts turned heavy. + +If Isabella possessed the Imperial Bloodline, then the hunger he felt earlier was not directed at an ordinary purity of blood. It was directed at the highest possible refinement within the Black Dragon lineage. That meant his own bloodline had sensed something superior. + +Lucia’s smile returned, though this time it was tinged with pride. + +"The fact that Isabella Lumin was chosen by the Imperial Bloodline was the most shocking and celebratory event our clan has experienced in centuries. A few years ago, when the elders confirmed the resonance, the entire Black Dragon Palace held a grand banquet. Representatives from the Thirty Six Halls gathered. Even allied forces sent congratulations. It was treated as a sign that destiny had turned in our favor." + +She looked directly at Max now. + +"Now do you understand the value of a Saintess?" + +Max remained silent for a brief moment. + +The Saintess was not merely a powerful cultivator. She was the living vessel of the Imperial Bloodline, a symbol of ancestral acknowledgment, a beacon for the clan’s future. + +And for his own bloodline to hunger for hers meant only one thing. + +Whatever flowed in his veins was not yet complete. + +’Imperial Bloodline.’ Max repeated the words silently in his mind, allowing them to settle with clarity rather than emotion. ’So the source of hunger in my bloodline is the Imperial Bloodline.’ + +The realization did not agitate him the way it might have moments ago. Instead, it sharpened his thoughts, turning instinct into analysis. + +He recalled the explanation Lady Virelila had once given him regarding the classifications within the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. According to her, most direct descendants of the clan carried what was known as the Source Bloodline. + +That lineage was widely acknowledged as the strongest standard within the clan, the purest branch that retained the essence of the ancestral dragon without deviation. Disciples who awakened the Source Bloodline were already considered fortunate beyond measure, and elders often treated them as the future pillars of their respective halls. + +Yet Lady Virelila had also mentioned something else. + +Above the Source Bloodline stood the Imperial Bloodline. + +However, because of its extreme rarity and the near impossibility of witnessing its manifestation within a single lifetime, the Imperial Bloodline was often treated as a legend rather than a practical classification. + +Over time, the clan gradually accepted the Source Bloodline as the peak, not because it truly stood at the highest point, but because the Imperial Bloodline was too distant, too scarce to serve as a standard. + +Now, standing within this vast dome, Max felt the irony of that truth. + +He remembered clearly the day Lady Virelila had examined his own bloodline. Her expression had not been one of simple surprise. It had been confusion. She had told him that his bloodline did not fall into any known category within the Black Dragon Clan. It was neither Source nor Imperial. It did not display the typical resonance patterns associated with the recognized branches. + +It was something else. + +Because of that anomaly, she had forced him to consume the essence of a progenitor level bloodline to stabilize and mask its uniqueness. That measure had not been taken lightly. It had been done to prevent his bloodline from drawing excessive scrutiny from the elders, whose curiosity could easily turn into suspicion. + +Max’s gaze drifted briefly toward Isabella once more before returning to the present. + +’My bloodline does not fear the Imperial Bloodline,’ he thought. ’It dared to hunger for it.’ + +There was a subtle difference between fear and desire. When two bloodlines encountered one another, the weaker often felt suppression or reverence. Yet what he had experienced was not suppression. It was aggression. A violent intent to devour. + +If the Imperial Bloodline truly stood above the Source Bloodline, and his own bloodline dared to covet it rather than submit to it, then what did that imply? + +’Does that mean my bloodline is beyond the level of the Imperial Bloodline?’ + +The possibility caused a faint gleam to appear in his eyes. + +However, another question followed immediately. + +’If it truly stands beyond the Imperial Bloodline, then why does it crave it so intensely? Power that is complete does not seek completion. Only something lacking yearns to fill a void.’ + +As that thought surfaced, Max’s mind grew still. + +His bloodline was not inferior, but it was incomplete. + +It was not reacting out of fear, nor was it acting out of dominance alone. It was seeking something it lacked. The Imperial Bloodline, with its refined purity and direct resonance with the primordial origin, likely carried a fragment or aspect that his own bloodline required. + +Not to overpower it. + +But to complete itself. + +A quiet understanding settled within him. + +Only by integrating what the Imperial Bloodline represents could his own bloodline reach its true state. + +That conclusion did not push him toward immediate action. Instead, it ignited something deeper. + +’That means I have yet to awaken more abilities of my bloodline.’ + +His eyes shone faintly as the realization took root. The hunger was no longer a blind impulse. It was a clue. A sign that the power within him had not yet reached its final form. + +If his bloodline was indeed a unique existence beyond established classifications, then the path ahead was far greater than he had initially imagined. + +And perhaps, somewhere within that path, lay the key to awakening what had remained dormant inside him all along. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1436.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1436.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8507663 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1436.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1429: Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body!" +slug: "ch-1436" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1436 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1116 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Why are you in such deep thought?" + +Lucia’s voice pulled Max back from the depths of his contemplation. She had been observing him closely, and the sudden shift in his demeanor had not escaped her notice. + +Moments ago he had been asking questions with calm curiosity, but now his expression had turned solemn, his eyes distant as if he were piecing together fragments of a much larger puzzle. + +Max blinked once and allowed the intensity in his gaze to fade. The thoughts regarding Imperial Bloodline, incompleteness, and evolution settled quietly at the back of his mind. This was neither the place nor the time to reveal even a fraction of what had just taken shape within him. + +He let out a faint breath and curved his lips into a light smile. + +"I was just wondering," he said evenly, his tone relaxed as though nothing significant had crossed his mind, "you mentioned two disciples who could break records. I am curious who the second one is." + +Lucia studied him for a moment longer, her sharp eyes lingering on his face as if trying to detect any hidden meaning behind his calm demeanor. + +There was a subtle awareness in her expression. She knew Max was not someone who drifted into silence without reason. Yet his response was smooth, and there was no visible tension in his posture. + +The golden light from the central path reflected faintly in his eyes, giving him an almost tranquil appearance. However, beneath that calm exterior, his thoughts remained active, carefully measuring every word and every reaction. + +If the Saintess in training was the first, then the second must be someone equally extraordinary. + +Max’s curiosity was genuine. The Path to Eternal Flames radiated an aura that felt both ancient and violent. If records were truly going to be broken, then whoever achieved such a feat would have to possess either an overwhelming affinity with flames or an unparalleled level of endurance. + +Lucia’s lips curved slightly, clearly pleased that he had redirected the conversation. + +"So you are finally interested," she said lightly. + +Max’s smile remained steady, though his gaze sharpened just enough to reveal that he was listening carefully. + +Whether it was the Saintess, another genius of the Seven Families, or someone hidden among the disciples of the Thirty Six Halls, he intended to understand the landscape of power before stepping onto that golden path. + +Because if records were meant to be broken today, he did not intend to be a mere spectator. + +"Well, the second one is the one with the highest chance of breaking the records in the next two trials," Lucia said with a confident smile, her tone carrying certainty rather than speculation. + +"Highest chance? Higher than the Saintess in training?" Max asked, genuine surprise slipping into his voice despite his usual restraint. If Isabella carried the Imperial Bloodline, which was regarded as the pinnacle of the Black Dragon lineage, then the idea that someone could currently surpass her in raw performance seemed almost contradictory. + +Lucia nodded without hesitation. "Yes. At least for now." + +Her gaze shifted toward another section of the dome, where a tall young man stood among a small group of disciples. His posture was straight, his expression calm, yet there was an unmistakable dominance in the way others subtly maintained distance from him. + +"This second disciple is Zain Heron," Lucia continued. "He is a direct descendant of the Heron Family and currently the strongest outer disciple across all Thirty Six Halls combined." + +Max’s eyes settled on the figure she indicated. Even from a distance, he could sense a density in Zain’s aura that was far from ordinary. It was not merely powerful. It was refined and controlled, like a blazing furnace contained within an iron shell. + +"What makes him so special," Lucia went on, "is that he was born with a divine physique known as the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body." + +The name itself carried weight. + +"The Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body is an extremely rare constitution that possesses a natural affinity with flame and draconic energy. From birth, his body was perfectly attuned to absorbing and circulating fire based energies. When his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline awakened, which in his case is a Source Bloodline, the two did not merely coexist. They resonated." + +Lucia’s voice lowered slightly, her expression growing serious. + +"That resonance amplified both sides. His divine physique strengthened the Source Bloodline, and in turn the bloodline further enhanced his physique. Because of this synergy, his Source Bloodline has become one of the strongest among all those who possess it within the Black Dragon Clan. It is almost as if the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body was designed to be the perfect vessel for the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline." + +Max listened carefully, analyzing every word. + +Lucia continued, "All abilities that stem from the Source Bloodline are magnified in his case. His control over black flames is frighteningly precise. He can manipulate flames down to a microscopic scale, altering their density and intensity with ease. When he performs Dragon Transformation, the shift in his aura feels seamless, almost natural, as though he is not transforming but merely revealing his true form. Among those with the Source Bloodline, his black flames are considered the most lethal, second only to some of the elder generation." + +Max observed Zain once more, this time with deeper scrutiny. + +Lucia added, "Isabella has the potential to surpass him, but she is still only a Saintess in training. Her Imperial Bloodline has not fully awakened yet. The Imperial Bloodline carries unimaginable authority once complete, but until that awakening occurs, its power remains partially dormant." + +She glanced back at Max. + +"Only when her Imperial Bloodline fully manifests will she have the ability to exceed Zain Heron. And when that happens, the gap will not be small. It will be overwhelming. However, as things stand now, Zain Heron is stronger." + +Max’s thoughts grew more layered. + +On one side stood Isabella Lumin, bearer of the Imperial Bloodline, a symbol of future prosperity whose true strength had yet to unfold. On the other stood Zain Heron, a genius whose divine physique and perfected Source Bloodline had already reached a formidable level. + +If Lucia was correct, then the Path to Eternal Flames would likely become a battlefield not of open combat, but of silent competition. The records etched within the history of the Black Dragon Palace would either remain untouched or be rewritten today. + +Max’s gaze lingered briefly on the golden path once more. + +The heat radiating from it felt almost eager, as though awaiting someone worthy. + +Whether it would be Isabella, Zain, or someone else entirely remained to be seen. + +But one thing was certain. + +This trial would not be ordinary. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1437.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1437.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7a4c242 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1437.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1430: Path to Eternal Flames!" +slug: "ch-1437" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1437 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"So what do you think? How will you fare against them?" Lucia asked, her tone light but her gaze sharp. There was an unmistakable curiosity in her eyes. "I can tell you are a very competitive person, and I wonder how you will do against them." + +Max let out a slow breath before answering. He did not rush to respond, nor did he allow pride to color his words. The presence of Isabella and Zain had shifted the atmosphere of the entire dome. It was no longer merely a trial for outer disciples. It felt like the quiet prelude to something much greater. + +"Honestly," Max said calmly, "I have come here to obtain strong inheritance techniques and to secure a seat as a true disciple. That is my primary goal. As for how I will do against them, I suppose only time will tell." + +His voice carried neither insecurity nor arrogance. It was simply honest. Competing with monsters of that caliber would not be determined by words exchanged before a trial. It would be decided on the golden path that radiated with scorching intent at the center of the dome.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Lucia studied him for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as though searching for hidden ambition beneath his composed exterior. After a brief pause, she nodded. + +"I see," she said thoughtfully. "The position of true disciple is the most important of them all. In less than ten years, the Divine Realm’s most prestigious occasion will be held. It is called the Cosmic Ascension Conference - Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Star Systems. Only true disciples from major powers are eligible to participate. If you truly aim high, then securing that position should be your focus for now." + +The name lingered in the air. + +Cosmic Ascension Conference - Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Star Systems. + +Max was about to ask what such a grand title represented when a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. + +"So, are you ready, Max?" + +Lady Virelila had stepped closer without either of them noticing. Her presence was calm yet commanding, her eyes carrying both expectation and quiet confidence. + +Max turned toward her and nodded without hesitation. "I am." + +"Good," Lady Virelila replied with a faint, approving smile. Her gaze shifted from Max to the golden path at the center of the dome, and her expression turned serious. "The second trial, Path to Eternal Flames, will be conducted soon. Before it begins, you should understand what this trial truly represents." + +She allowed a brief silence to settle between them, as though ensuring that Max absorbed her words with the attention they deserved. + +"The Path to Eternal Flames consists of thirty six layers of escalating difficulty," she began. "Each layer is known as a Pillar of Eternal Flames. Every pillar stretches for one thousand miles in length. To pass a single pillar, a disciple must traverse the entire one thousand miles under the influence of its unique flame pressure and trials." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he processed the scale of it. One thousand miles under flame pressure was not merely a test of endurance. It was a prolonged confrontation with overwhelming elemental force. + +Lady Virelila continued in a calm yet authoritative tone. "The primary evaluation for outer disciples is determined by how many pillars they can ascend. Reaching all the way to the thirty sixth pillar is beyond the capability of outer disciples. That level of difficulty is reserved for core disciples, whose cultivation and foundation far exceed yours. For outer disciples, crossing the fifth pillar is considered sufficient to pass the trial." + +Her gaze sharpened slightly. + +"However, passing is not the same as excelling. If you desire substantial rewards, greater recognition, and access to high grade inheritance techniques, you must aim beyond the fifth pillar. The further you advance, the greater the rewards you may obtain." + +Max listened without interrupting, his attention unwavering. + +"As you progress deeper into the path," Lady Virelila explained, "the trials will become increasingly complex. It is not a simple walk through flames. Within each pillar, various flame based beasts will manifest. These beasts are formed from condensed black fire and ancestral will. They will attack relentlessly, testing both your combat ability and your control over flame energy." + +Her voice lowered slightly as she added, "At the same time, the path contains opportunities. Throughout the pillars, inheritance tablets left behind by past ancestors of the Black Dragon Palace are embedded within certain regions. These tablets contain fragments of techniques, insights into flame manipulation, and even partial comprehension of advanced draconic abilities. Those who are fortunate or perceptive enough may discover and inherit these treasures." + +The golden light from the path reflected faintly in her eyes as she continued. + +"However, the most profound purpose of the Path to Eternal Flames is not merely to test endurance or provide inheritance techniques. Its true value lies in the foundation it provides for comprehending the Cosmic Path." + +Max’s expression shifted slightly at the mention of those words. + +"This entire path was constructed by one of the ancient ancestors of the Black Dragon Clan," Lady Virelila said. "That ancestor had already stepped onto his own Cosmic Path and reached extraordinary heights. Before he departed from the clan, he embedded fragments of his comprehension into this very path. The flame pressure, the formation of beasts, the arrangement of inheritance tablets, all of it reflects aspects of his Cosmic Path." + +She paused briefly before continuing. + +"Core disciples use this place to refine their understanding of their own path. There have been many who began grasping the outline of their Cosmic Path within these pillars. However, such comprehension requires one to stand at the threshold of the Divine Lord Realm. You are still far from that stage." + +Her gaze softened slightly, though her tone remained firm. + +"For you, this trial is an opportunity to accumulate experience. Even if you cannot comprehend a Cosmic Path now, exposure to the residual will of that ancestor will plant seeds in your understanding. When you eventually reach the Divine Lord Realm and begin shaping your own Cosmic Path, you will not be walking blindly. The impressions you gather here will serve as a guide." + +Lady Virelila concluded, "Approach this trial with both caution and ambition. Survive it. Learn from it. And if possible, push beyond what others expect of you." + +Her words lingered in the air as the first hall disciples began stepping toward the entrance of the golden path. + +Max’s gaze fixed upon the shimmering flames before nodding to Lady Virelia. "I will not disappoint you." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1438.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1438.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5d22e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1438.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1431: Rivalry between halls!" +slug: "ch-1438" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1438 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Lady Virelila finished speaking, a presence approached from the side with deliberate, unhurried steps. The faint scent of burning incense followed her arrival, and the air around her carried a sharp undertone of restrained flame energy. + +Max turned slightly and saw another woman stop a short distance away from them. She appeared to be in her early thirties, her features refined and coldly beautiful, her crimson robes embroidered with patterns of coiling dragons formed from silver thread. + +Lady Virelila’s eyes shifted toward the newcomer, and the faint softness in her expression vanished. + +"Elder Seraphina Vale," Lady Virelila acknowledged calmly. + +The woman smiled, though there was no warmth in it. Seraphina Vale was the elder of the Twenty Third Hall, a hall long known for its aggressive cultivation methods and its pride in producing flame specialists. Her gaze swept across the disciples standing behind Lady Virelila, lingering briefly on Max before returning to Virelila. + +"Virelila," Seraphina said lightly, her tone smooth but edged with sarcasm, "it seems you have gathered some promising disciples this time. I heard your hall barely managed to secure a few notable recruits during the last selection." + +The words sounded polite on the surface, yet the implication was clear. + +Lady Virelila’s lips curved into a faint smile of her own. "Your concern for the Thirty Third Hall is unexpected. I did not realize the Twenty Third Hall had spare attention to worry about others." + +Seraphina’s eyes narrowed slightly, though her smile did not fade. "It is only natural to be curious. After all, the Thirty Third Hall has not exactly been dominating the Path to Eternal Flames in recent years. I recall that last cycle, none of your disciples advanced beyond the sixth pillar." + +Several disciples behind Lady Virelila stiffened at the remark. + +Seraphina turned her attention toward Max and the others. "The Path to Eternal Flames is not kind to those who lack foundation. It would be unfortunate if your hall’s disciples once again struggled to even maintain composure within the first few pillars." + +The sarcasm was now unmistakable. + +Max remained silent, observing the exchange without reaction, though he could sense the subtle tension thickening around them. + +Lady Virelila did not respond immediately. Instead, she glanced toward the group of disciples standing behind Seraphina. Among them were several young cultivators whose expressions carried visible pride. One in particular stood slightly forward, his aura flaring faintly as if eager to be noticed. + +"I see your Twenty Third Hall has once again chosen to emphasize outward display over inner stability," Lady Virelila replied evenly. "That disciple in front seems quite eager. I hope his flames burn steadily enough to last beyond the fourth pillar this time." + +A few suppressed chuckles rose from behind Max. + +Seraphina’s smile thinned. "You speak boldly for someone whose hall has consistently lagged behind. At least my disciples have the courage to push forward. Perhaps the Thirty Third Hall prefers caution over excellence." + +Lady Virelila’s eyes sharpened, though her tone remained calm. "Caution preserves those who deserve to advance. Recklessness produces bright sparks that fade quickly. The Path to Eternal Flames rewards endurance and comprehension, not noise." + +The rivalry between the two halls was no longer subtle. It carried the weight of history, of repeated competitions where pride had been bruised and reputations contested. The Twenty Third Hall prided itself on aggressive flame techniques and raw explosive power. The Thirty Third Hall focused on controlled refinement and deeper comprehension of draconic essence. + +"How about we place a bet on something?" Seraphina said lightly, though the glint in her eyes revealed that this was no casual suggestion. + +The surrounding air seemed to tighten almost instantly. + +Lady Virelila’s expression shifted. The faint composure in her gaze hardened into something far more serious. She understood Seraphina well enough to know that this was not a simple exchange of pride. A wager between hall elders was never trivial. It carried implications that could ripple through the internal hierarchy of the Black Dragon Palace. + +"What kind of bet?" Lady Virelila asked evenly, though her voice had lost its earlier warmth. + +Seraphina clasped her hands behind her back and took a slow step closer, lowering her voice just enough to create a private space between them while still allowing nearby disciples to sense the gravity of the conversation. + +"It is simple," she said. "Let us wager on whose hall disciples will reach the highest pillar in the Path to Eternal Flames this time." + +Several disciples from both halls stiffened at her words. + +Seraphina continued, her tone smooth and confident. "We will not compare average performance. We will compare the single highest achievement. Whichever hall produces the disciple who ascends the furthest pillar will be declared the victor." + +Max felt the subtle shift in Lady Virelila’s aura. It was not fear. It was calculation. + +The Path to Eternal Flames was unpredictable. Flame beasts, hidden opportunities, unexpected pressure shifts, and personal stamina all played roles in determining how far one could advance. Even a strong disciple could falter under unfavorable circumstances. A wager tied to peak performance meant everything would rest on one individual’s result. + +Seraphina’s smile widened slightly as she observed Virelila’s silence. + +"Of course," she added casually, "a bet without stakes would be meaningless." + +Lady Virelila’s gaze sharpened. "And what are you proposing as stakes?" + +Seraphina did not hesitate. With a subtle movement of her hand, a storage ring flashed faintly. A moment later, a dark crimson object appeared in her palm. It was a jagged fragment of bone, roughly the length of a forearm, its surface engraved naturally with faint flame like patterns. Even without direct contact, a deep heat radiated from it, accompanied by a dense draconic aura. + +"This," Seraphina said calmly, lifting it slightly. + +Max’s eyes narrowed instinctively as he sensed the ancient energy emanating from the object. ’If I can get this thing, I can increase my Draconic Essence and Dragon Scales to a high level and if that happens I can try to open the second vein of the Seven Divine Veins.’ + +His eyes became a bit greedy as he eyed the dragon bone in her hands. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1439.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1439.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..409af7f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1439.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1432: Bone of Red Horn Dragon!" +slug: "ch-1439" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1439 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1184 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"It is a bone fragment of a Red Horn Dragon," Seraphina explained. "Not an ordinary beast, but a true draconic descendant whose cultivation once reached the Divine Lord Realm before it fell. This fragment retains traces of its flame essence and bloodline imprint. It is highly compatible with Black Dragon lineage cultivation." + +A subtle murmur spread among nearby disciples. + +The Red Horn Dragon was not a trivial existence. Such a bone fragment could be refined into weapons, used to enhance bloodline resonance, or serve as a catalyst for breakthrough in flame based techniques. Its value was immense. + +Seraphina’s eyes locked onto Virelila. "If my Twenty Third Hall wins, this bone will be mine to keep. If your Thirty Third Hall produces the highest pillar achiever, the bone will be yours. Of course if your hall lose, you will have to give the Three Harmony Purple Flower to me." + +The dome’s distant flame light reflected off the crimson surface of the dragon bone, making it glow ominously. + +Lady Virelila’s expression had turned completely solemn now. She understood the weight of this wager. Seraphina had her eyes on on her purple flower. It was a low Divine Tier treasure that could be helpful to any Divine Lord experts like them. + +Accepting meant placing the pride of the Thirty Third Hall and a valuable treasure on the line. Refusing would signal hesitation, perhaps even lack of confidence before the other halls. + +"You seem confident," Lady Virelila said quietly. + +Seraphina smiled faintly. "I am indeed confident and you should know why." + +For a brief moment, silence stretched between them. Max could sense Lady Virelila’s mind moving rapidly. The Thirty Third Hall had talented disciples this time. She knew their strengths. She also knew the capabilities of the Twenty Third Hall, whose aggressive cultivation style often produced explosive performers in flame based trials. + +The Red Horn Dragon bone pulsed faintly in Seraphina’s hand, its heat brushing against the surrounding air. + +Finally, Lady Virelila spoke. + +"If you are willing to place such a treasure on the line, then I have no reason to refuse." + +Her voice was calm, but the gravity behind it was unmistakable. + +"I accept your wager." + +A faint spark of satisfaction flickered across Seraphina’s eyes. + +"Very well," she replied smoothly. "Let the Path to Eternal Flames decide which hall stands higher this time." + +With that, she withdrew the dragon bone and turned fully toward her disciples, her confidence unwavering. + +Lady Virelila remained still for a moment longer before glancing at her own disciples. Her gaze was steady, yet the weight of expectation had subtly increased. + +Max understood immediately.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +"You all just witnessed what happened," Lady Virelila said solemnly as she faced the disciples of the Thirty Third Hall. Her gaze moved across each of them, steady and unyielding. "Do your best and go as deep into the Path to Eternal Flames as you possibly can." + +Her voice carried quiet authority, not loud yet powerful enough to press upon their hearts. The disciples standing before her nodded in unison. They had seen the exchange with Elder Seraphina. They understood that this was no longer merely a trial for personal advancement. Their hall elder had placed a valuable treasure on the line. Pride, reputation, and resources were now intertwined with their performance. + +Each of them felt the weight of that responsibility. + +As the murmurs within the dome grew and the First Hall prepared to begin their turn, a separate voice entered Max’s mind. + +"As for you, Max, I mainly agreed to this bet because of you." + +Max’s eyes flickered slightly as he recognized Lady Virelila’s voice transmission. He did not show any outward reaction. + +"Because of me?" he replied mentally. + +Lady Virelila gave the faintest nod, though her expression outwardly remained calm and composed as she continued addressing the other disciples. + +"The bone of the Red Horn Dragon is one of the most suitable treasures for you at this stage," her voice echoed clearly within his consciousness. "I have observed your physique closely. Your body has already surpassed the limits of ordinary disciples, and you have opened one of the Seven Divine Veins." + +Max’s gaze deepened. She had indeed noticed. + +"I do not know every detail regarding the path of the Seven Divine Veins," Lady Virelila continued thoughtfully, "but I am aware of one crucial aspect. Those who cultivate that path must ensure steady progression. If the opening of the divine veins falls behind or becomes unstable, the growth of their primary cultivation, your Divine Essence cultivation, will eventually stagnate." + +Max nodded subtly. That was precisely the danger he had been cautious of. The Seven Divine Veins required tremendous energy and resources to unlock. Without proper nourishment, the foundation could become unbalanced. + +"This Red Horn Dragon bone is a treasure of Low Divine Tier," Lady Virelila explained, her tone firm yet encouraging. "It contains refined flame essence and residual draconic vitality. If refined properly, the energy within it could provide the force necessary to push open your second divine vein." + +Her mental voice carried quiet confidence. + +"That is why I placed my purple flower on the line for it. Compared to that bone, my treasure is of lesser significance for your path." + +Max’s chest tightened slightly at her words. + +"I will not disappoint you, Master," he responded sincerely through voice transmission. + +"You do not need to thank me," Lady Virelila replied, a faint smile touching her lips though no one else could see the private exchange unfolding between them. "If you wish to claim that Red Horn Dragon bone, you must surpass every disciple of the Twenty Third Hall in this trial." + +Her tone shifted subtly, becoming heavier. + +"And you should know this in advance. Isabella Lumin, the Saintess in training, belongs to the Twenty Third Hall." + +The words struck Max like a silent thunderclap. + +For a brief moment, the golden glow of the Path to Eternal Flames seemed to intensify in his vision. + +He had not expected that. + +If Isabella Lumin belonged to the Twenty Third Hall, then the difficulty of this wager had risen to another level entirely. It was not merely about outperforming strong outer disciples trained in flame specialization. It was about surpassing the Saintess in training, a bearer of the Imperial Bloodline whose potential was acknowledged by the entire clan. + +Max’s expression turned extremely solemn. + +The Red Horn Dragon bone was no longer simply a reward. It had become a symbol of a confrontation he could not avoid. To obtain it, he would need to step beyond ordinary limits and stand above not only Zain Heron if he encountered him in comparison, but also Isabella Lumin within the context of this hall based competition. + +The Path to Eternal Flames stretched before him, glowing steadily as though aware of the storm quietly gathering within his heart. + +This was no longer a passive opportunity. + +It was a challenge. + +And if he wished to claim the treasure that could open his second divine vein, he would have to carve his name deeper into those eternal flames than anyone from the Twenty Third Hall. + +Including the Saintess herself. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-144.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-144.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..560acc3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-144.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 144: A Battle to the Top!" +slug: "ch-144" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 144 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The five guild masters of the East, the Witch of the North, the King of the West, and the Seven Crown of the South all had their eyes locked on the two screens floating above the portal leading to the temple. + +"This temple is certainly different this time," Aurelia said, her face slightly furrowed as she glanced at the twelve figures on the pillars. + +James, the leader of the Lionheart Guild, nodded. "Previously, it was only about them reaching the floor and comprehending level 3 Auras, but now we have the broadcast, the battle realm, and all twelve geniuses? Looks like whoever the owner of the temple is—or should I say, was—is proceeding with what the temple was designed for." + +He added, glancing at the other leaders. "To find a successor." + +"I have to agree with you, James," the leader of the Black Lotus Guild said from behind his mask. "The rules of the temple have changed, and it seems it has begun its search for a successor." + +He looked toward the two screens and continued, "From the words of the spirit just now, it seems the twelve on the screen will battle to determine who is the strongest. But why the sudden shift? The temple had worked fine with three floors and three levels of auras. Why the sudden need to find a successor?" + +"It doesn’t matter," Kate Hardy, the woman in shining armor and leader of the Knights of Valor, said as she glanced at the two screens. "Let’s just hope that among the twelve, the one who inherits everything from the master of the temple belongs to the East." + +Everyone nodded. Though it might not appear so, the East had always been the weakest region, despite having five major guilds, four major families, and the Union Vanguards. The powers of the East were more scattered compared to the other regions, which caused it to fall behind. + +"By the way, that kid Max—what is he doing there among the twelve?" Parker Benette, leader of the Emerald Guild, pointed out. "He seems out of place with his strength at level 7 of the Apprentice Rank, don’t you think, Aurelia?" He asked, turning to the leader of the Phoenix Order Guild. + +Aurelia glanced at him before turning to the two screens. "You don’t need to worry about him." Though she said that, a frown appeared on her face. She had already noticed Max’s presence among the twelve, but like everyone else, she was just as clueless as to why he was there with the geniuses at the peak of the Adept Rank. + +Kate noticed Max as well but didn’t pay much attention to him. However, the masked leader of the Black Lotus Guild seemed to be focused entirely on him. ’Max, this is the biggest stage you could ever have, but will you use the black flames?’ he wondered. Continue reading at freewebnovel + +--- + +As Max entered through the black cube, he found himself in a massive hall with twelve pillars, standing on top of one of them. + +It was a white pillar, one of the twelve white pillars where everyone had landed. + +Before them stood a stage made of neatly arranged square white tiles, prepared for battle. + +"What is this?" Max wondered, glancing around and observing the others. Noticing everyone standing on the pillars, he wondered what they were there for, but the large stage before them cleared his doubts. + +Just then, a screen appeared before them in the middle of the stage, showing the blob of slime. "The trial leading to the fifth floor is simple. Prove that you are the strongest, the greatest, and the top genius of the Valora Continent, and you will have your chance at my master’s inheritance." + +It looked at everyone with an aloof expression. "But only the strongest among you all can have this chance. My master despised weaklings—only the strongest may claim his inheritance." + +With those words, the blob swiped its tiny hands, and another screen appeared before them. It displayed the names of all twelve geniuses, divided into two groups: A and B, with six members in each group. + +In Group A were Max Morgan, Five, Crown Prince Aelric, Henry Heather from Lionheart Guild, Revenna Frostbane from the North, and Jared Brown from Emerald Guild. + +In Group B were the rest of the geniuses: Amelia, Veylin, Asha Lin from Black Lotus Guild, Mad Sword, Bruce, and Arthur Gale from the South. + +Everyone found their names in one of the two groups. Some were pleased with their group, while others frowned. + +The blob smiled at the twelve geniuses and explained the rules. "The rules are simple. One battle from Group A and one battle from Group B will take place alternately. Who fights whom within the same group will be decided by a randomizer, and only the winners of both groups will have a chance to fight each other to determine the strongest." + +It added, "The battle between two will only end if one of them either admits defeat or is killed. Remember this: since the fight is happening inside a Battle Realm, there’s no need to hold back. Go all out." + +With that, the screen displayed the randomizer for Group A. + +[Group A] – Max vs Revenna Frostbane – Five vs Henry Heather – Crown Prince Aelric vs Jared Brown + +[Group B] – Amelia vs Bruce – Veylin vs Arthur Gale – Mad Sword vs Asha Lin + +Everyone turned their heads to the screen, checking out their opponents. Some seemed happy with their matchups, while others sighed. + +"Huh? The situation is very unfavorable for us in the East," James said, frowning as he glanced at the battle list. + +"It is what it is. Let’s hope they do well," Kate said calmly, her entire focus on the screen. + +In the Battle Realm, the blob glanced at the battle list and then at the twelve geniuses. "This is your list for the first round. It will start in ten minutes with the first battle from Group A." + +’I will fight first…’ Max thought, glancing at Revenna Frostbane. ’From her attire, she seems to be from the North.’ He mused, wondering about her class. + +"Someone just said they’re better than everyone, huh?" Jack, the Mad Sword, sneered, glancing at Max. "You better be correct, or you’re going down in the very first round." + +Max ignored him, calming his beating heart. It was racing with excitement. Ever since he had entered the Apprentice Rank, he’d realized that Apprentice Rank experts or monsters barely stood a chance against him. + +Only those at the Adept Rank could fight and defeat him. + +Since then, he had rarely used his full strength, but as he looked at the twelve geniuses standing before him, Max was sure he couldn’t hold anything back against them. + +He would have to go all out, and that’s exactly what he wanted— a battle where he could unleash his full strength without a care in the world. + +Just thinking about it made him tremble with excitement. + +"I’ll wait for our battle," Five said to Max from his pillar. + +Max glanced at him and nodded slightly. + +Time passed slowly, and ten minutes passed. + +Whoosh! + +Max and Revenna Frostbane disappeared from their respective pillars and arrived at the massive stage in the center of the twelve pillars. + +"You two can begin now," the blob said, smiling. It was eager to see if Max had the strength to back up his words. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1440.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1440.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ef4c4c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1440.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1433: Second Trial Begins!" +slug: "ch-1440" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1440 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1111 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After Lady Virelila’s wager had been sealed, the atmosphere within the dome settled into a heavy silence. The murmurs between halls gradually faded, replaced by a tense anticipation that lingered in the air like the calm before a storm. + +Max stood quietly among the disciples of the Thirty Third Hall, his eyes slowly closing as he withdrew his attention inward. + +He did not allow himself to be distracted by the presence of Isabella Lumin, nor by the imposing aura of Zain Heron, nor even by the glowing Red Horn Dragon bone that had briefly appeared before him. + +All of that would matter later. For now, his breathing became slow and steady. He regulated the circulation of his Divine Essence as he ran the Primordial Elemental Scripture, stabilizing the flow through his meridians and the single opened divine vein within his body. + +The faint heat radiating from the golden path ahead brushed against his senses, yet he did not resist it. Instead, he allowed himself to grow familiar with it. + +Time passed quietly. + +Nearly an hour later, movement stirred above the center of the dome. Grand Elder Waller once again appeared in midair, his figure hovering above the entrance of the golden path. His presence commanded immediate attention, and conversations ceased at once. + +"I take it you all have been informed about the Path to Eternal Flames," Grand Elder Waller began, his voice resonating clearly across the vast dome. + +He paused briefly, scanning the gathered disciples from the Thirty Six Halls. + +"There is no time limit for this trial," he continued. "You may proceed at your own pace. You are allowed to adapt gradually to the flames as you advance deeper into the path. However, do not mistake the absence of time restriction as leniency. The further you go, the harsher the pressure becomes." + +His gaze sharpened. + +"The deeper you advance, the greater the rewards you may obtain. Endure for as long as you can. You will be eliminated only when you lose consciousness within the path. Until that moment, you are free to push your limits." + +The golden path beneath him shimmered faintly as if responding to his declaration. + +With finality in his tone, Grand Elder Waller said, "Now, all disciples, enter the Path to Eternal Flames." + +His words carried the authority of judgment. + +Immediately, movement erupted across the dome. Disciples from all Thirty Six Halls began stepping forward in organized groups, each hall following its own formation. The floating screens above flickered brighter, preparing to display the progress of those who would soon enter. + +Lady Virelila turned toward her disciples one last time.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +"You all go ahead and do your best," she said calmly, though her eyes carried unmistakable expectation. + +The disciples of the Thirty Third Hall nodded firmly. + +At the front stood Aden, Dale, and Jane, the top three disciples of the hall. Their expressions were resolute, their auras already stirring faintly in preparation. Without hesitation, they stepped forward toward the golden path. + +Behind them followed Max, Carl, and Laura, forming the next group. The rest of the hall’s disciples trailed closely behind, their footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floor of the dome. + +As Max approached the entrance of the golden path, he felt the heat intensify noticeably. The air before him shimmered with dense flame energy. It was not an ordinary flame that burned outwardly. It was a pervasive force that seeped into one’s body, testing resistance from within. + +He opened his eyes slowly. + +The path stretched forward like a river of molten gold, vanishing into layers of distorted heat waves in the distance. Beyond the first stretch, the entrance to the second pillar could barely be discerned, obscured by a deeper crimson glow. + +Aden stepped onto the golden surface first. + +The moment his foot made contact, a surge of black flame energy erupted subtly around him, enveloping his body in an invisible pressure. He did not retreat. Instead, he clenched his jaw and took another step forward. + +Dale and Jane followed immediately after. + +Then Max stepped forward. + +The instant his foot touched the golden path, a wave of scorching force rushed through his body. It did not attack like a beast. It pressed against his skin, seeped into his muscles, and attempted to invade his meridians. The heat was fierce, yet refined. It sought weaknesses rather than brute destruction. + +Max inhaled slowly as he circulated his Divine Essence to handle the flaming pressure. + +Behind him, Carl and Laura stepped onto the path, their expressions tightening as they felt the weight of the first pillar. + +One by one, disciples from the other halls entered as well. Across the floating screens above, scenes began to display from different angles, showing the progress of each hall’s disciples as they advanced into the first of the Thirty Six Pillars of Eternal Flames. + +The trial had begun. + +The moment the disciples fully stepped onto the golden surface, the Path to Eternal Flames revealed its true nature. What appeared calm from afar transformed into a relentless sea of scorching pressure the deeper they ventured. The heat was not merely external. It seeped into bones and meridians, pressing against bloodline and spirit alike. + +Very soon, the differences in foundation and strength became unmistakable. + +At the very front were the leading figures of the various halls. Dale, Jane, and Aden from the Thirty Third Hall moved with steady momentum, their auras stabilizing the flames around them as they advanced. + +From other halls, similarly formidable disciples surged forward with controlled confidence. These were individuals who had honed their bodies and bloodlines to a refined state. The first hundred miles passed under their feet without significant hesitation. + +By the time they crossed the three hundred mile mark, faint distortions began to form in the air around them. The flames grew denser, and the golden glow beneath their feet deepened into a darker shade, laced with streaks of black fire. + +Yet the leading group did not falter. Some released subtle draconic transformations, scales faintly appearing over their arms. Others reinforced their bodies with concentrated flame essence. Their progress was not reckless. It was measured, deliberate, and relentless. + +Soon, several among them approached the one thousand mile mark, which signified the end of the first pillar. The heat near the boundary intensified sharply, forming swirling columns of flame that lashed outward like testing whips. + +Yet the strongest among this first group pushed through. Dale’s expression tightened but remained composed as he took his final steps across the boundary. Jane followed closely, her aura burning with controlled intensity. Aden’s footsteps were heavy yet unwavering as he crossed the threshold. + +They became the first group to complete the first pillar. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1441.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1441.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71a5d3f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1441.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1434: Difficulty of the Second Trial!" +slug: "ch-1441" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1441 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Behind them stretched the second wave of disciples. + +This group had not surged forward as aggressively, yet they were far from weak. Around the five hundred mile mark, the flame pressure had grown significantly more oppressive. The golden path here no longer shimmered softly. It pulsed with heat that pressed down like a physical weight. + +Max walked steadily within this second group, with Carl and Laura not far from his sides. Sweat glistened faintly on Laura’s forehead, though her steps remained firm. Carl’s breathing had grown heavier, yet he gritted his teeth and continued forward. + +Max’s expression was calm, but inside, he was carefully regulating his Divine Essence. The opened divine vein within him absorbed part of the scorching energy, refining it subtly before dispersing it through his body. Unlike many others, he did not release an outward burst of aura. He conserved his strength, choosing stability over display. + +The flames here were probing deeper now, testing the resilience of bloodline and physique. Occasionally, small flame beasts condensed from the surrounding heat, lunging toward disciples whose defenses faltered. Some in the second group had already begun engaging these manifestations, their techniques flashing briefly before dispersing the beasts into sparks. + +Max dispatched one such flame beast with a single controlled strike, dispersing its form without breaking his rhythm. + +The second group continued advancing, though at a noticeably slower pace than the leaders. The distance between the two groups remained visible on the floating screens above, where elders and observers watched with quiet focus. + +Farther behind stretched the third group. + +This final cluster consisted of the slowest disciples among the Thirty Six Halls. Many of them were already struggling within the first few hundred miles. The flame pressure here was milder compared to the deeper sections, yet even this initial intensity proved overwhelming for weaker foundations. + +Some had already slowed to cautious steps, pausing frequently to regulate their breathing. Others activated partial dragon transformations simply to endure the constant heat. A few stumbled when flame beasts manifested, requiring desperate bursts of strength to defend themselves. + +The gap between the three groups grew steadily. + +At the front, the first group began stepping into the second pillar, where the flames deepened into a more violent crimson and the air itself seemed to ripple with concentrated draconic will. + +At the center, Max and those around him continued pushing toward the boundary of the first pillar, their progress steady though increasingly taxing. + +At the rear, the weakest disciples struggled simply to remain upright. + +The Path to Eternal Flames had only begun revealing its difficulty, yet already it was carving clear distinctions among the participants. + +And this was merely the first of thirty six pillars. + +"The Path to Eternal Flames..." Max reflected inwardly as he continued advancing across the golden surface. "This trial is very strange." + +The flames here were not uniform. They were layered with intent. As he moved forward, he could clearly sense multiple concepts interwoven within the burning pressure. Some flames surged violently, carrying the concept of raging infernos that sought to overwhelm through sheer ferocity. + +Others carried a destructive edge, sharp and concentrated, as though designed to burn through resistance with precision rather than force. There were even strands of calmer flame energy that flowed steadily, like embers sustaining an eternal fire without outward chaos. + +The variety unsettled him in an analytical way. This was not a simple elemental test. It was an environment saturated with conceptual fragments of flame. + +He narrowed his eyes slightly as he assessed the situation. + +This was only the first pillar, the first layer among thirty six. Yet within this opening stretch alone, he could already perceive flame concepts ranging from rudimentary levels to deeper manifestations that approached the fifth level of understanding. That meant the creator of this path had intentionally embedded a spectrum of comprehension into the flames themselves. + +If the first layer already contained such complexity, what would await at the fifth pillar, which marked the minimum threshold for outer disciples to pass? And beyond that, what of the tenth, the twentieth, or even the thirty sixth pillar? + +The thought alone carried weight. + +However, for the moment, Max did not feel overwhelmed. The pressure pressed against him constantly, yet it did not disrupt his breathing or destabilize his Divine Essence. The opened divine vein within his body continued to function smoothly, absorbing and redistributing portions of the scorching force. + +He glanced to his sides. + +Carl and Laura were advancing steadily as well, though unlike Max, both of them had already released their flame concepts outward. Carl’s aura burned with a sharp intensity, using his understanding of destructive flames to counter the invading pressure. + +Laura’s flames flowed more fluidly, her comprehension leaning toward balanced and sustaining fire, allowing her to endure rather than clash head on. + +Compared to them, Max had not released any visible flame concept at all. He relied solely on Divine Essence circulation and the stability of his physique. From an outside perspective, it would seem that he was conserving energy. In truth, he was observing and adapting. + +"Should we increase our pace?" Max asked calmly as they neared the latter half of the first pillar. + +Carl exhaled slowly before nodding. "Let’s go." + +Laura’s expression was solemn, yet determined. "We cannot fall too far behind the leading group." + +At their agreement, the trio adjusted their rhythm. Their steps grew faster, though still controlled. They did not sprint recklessly. Instead, they increased efficiency, shortening hesitation between strides and tightening the flow of energy within their bodies. + +The golden path blurred slightly beneath their feet as they advanced several hundred miles in a relatively short span. Flame beasts occasionally manifested, but they dispatched them swiftly without breaking formation. + +Before long, the distortion in the air ahead intensified. The boundary of the first pillar came into view, marked by a subtle shift in color. The golden glow deepened, blending into a darker crimson hue that pulsed with heavier intent. + +By the time they reached the junction, the pressure surged noticeably. + +"The pressure here is much stronger," Carl said, steadying his breathing as heat pressed against his chest. + +Laura inhaled deeply, regulating the flow of her flames to stabilize herself. Sweat glistened along her temples, though her posture remained upright. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1442.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1442.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d63491b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1442.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1435: A Different League!" +slug: "ch-1442" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1442 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood still for a brief moment at the boundary. + +The difference between the latter half of the first pillar and this threshold was distinct. The flame concepts here were no longer loosely interwoven. They felt denser, more unified. The raging aspect intensified, and the destructive intent sharpened. + +Ahead of them, the floating screens displayed that the leading disciples had already crossed into the second pillar. Their figures were faint silhouettes moving within a deeper crimson glow. + +Max’s attention was no longer on the oppressive heat pressing against his body, nor on the steady breathing of Carl and Laura beside him. His gaze had shifted upward toward the floating screens suspended high within the dome. + +One particular screen captured his full focus.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +On it, a figure moved like a streak of burning light across the golden path. Flame beasts surged forward in waves, yet they disintegrated before even making contact. The surrounding fire that slowed countless disciples seemed to part instinctively around him. + +He did not hesitate. He did not slow. He advanced as though the Path to Eternal Flames were merely a road laid out for his convenience. + +That figure was Zain Heron. + +While Max and the others stood at the threshold of the first pillar, and while the leading group of top disciples had only just begun making their way through the second layer, Zain Heron had already crossed the entirety of the third pillar. + +The screen showed him approaching the entrance of the fourth, where the flames had deepened into a dense crimson blaze that pulsed with destructive will. + +The difference was staggering. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he analyzed the display. Zain’s movements were fluid yet explosive, every step synchronized with a surge of flame that appeared to originate not merely from his bloodline, but from his very physique. The fire around him did not clash with his aura. It seemed to harmonize with it. + +"Is this the effect of the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body?" Max thought quietly. + +The resonance between his divine physique and the Source Bloodline was visible even from a distance. Zain did not waste energy resisting the flames. Instead, he absorbed and redirected them, amplifying his own momentum. + +His Dragon Scales Transformation flickered briefly on the screen, not as a desperate defense but as a natural extension of his body. It was as if the Path to Eternal Flames recognized him as one of its own. + +Carl and Laura followed Max’s gaze upward. + +The moment they saw the screen displaying Zain Heron, their expressions changed drastically. + +Carl’s breathing faltered for an instant. Laura’s eyes widened unconsciously. + +They had heard the stories. Everyone within the Black Dragon Palace had heard of Zain Heron. The strongest outer disciple among all Thirty Six Halls. The bearer of the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body. The individual who had repeatedly dominated internal competitions. + +However, hearing legends and witnessing reality were two different experiences. + +Seeing him already nearing the fourth pillar while they were still preparing to step into the second forced a cold realization upon them. + +The gap was not small. + +It was enormous. + +Zain Heron was operating on a level that placed him far beyond the majority of outer disciples. His pace was not merely faster. It was overwhelming. There was no hesitation in his advance, no visible strain in his posture. The flames that oppressed others seemed to fuel him instead. + +Carl swallowed quietly, the earlier determination in his eyes dimming slightly as reality settled in. + +Laura clenched her fists subtly, her gaze tightening as she tried to maintain composure. + +If there was a single disciple within the Thirty Six Halls capable of standing on equal ground with him, it would only be one person. + +The Saintess in training, Isabella Lumin. + +Only she possessed the potential to rival his dominance. Only she carried the Imperial Bloodline that could one day eclipse even the perfected resonance of the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body. + +"Where is Isabella Lumin?" Max muttered quietly as his eyes moved from one floating screen to another. The dome was filled with projections from various sections of the Path to Eternal Flames, each screen displaying the progress of different disciples across the layers. + +Zain Heron’s image dominated several of them, his blazing figure cutting through the third pillar with overwhelming momentum. + +"She should be somewhere near Zain Heron," Max continued, his voice low but thoughtful. "Yet I cannot find her figure anywhere." + +Carl and Laura followed his gaze, their eyes scanning the illuminated projections above them. They shifted from one screen to another, searching for even a glimpse of the Saintess in training. Flames roared across the displays. Disciples struggled, some advancing, others faltering. But Isabella Lumin was nowhere to be seen. + +"Strange," Carl said with a slight frown, his brows knitting together as he pondered the situation. "Did she somehow surpass Zain Heron already?" + +"That should be impossible," Laura replied immediately, her tone firm. "Isabella Lumin has not fully awakened her Imperial Bloodline yet. Without the complete manifestation of that bloodline, there is no way she could outpace someone like Zain Heron. His Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body is already in full resonance with his Source Bloodline." + +Her reasoning was sound. Zain’s dominance was built upon perfected synergy. Isabella’s potential was greater in theory, but it remained partially dormant. + +Max did not respond immediately. Instead, his gaze sharpened as he examined the screens more carefully. He noticed a subtle pattern. + +He observed the space around them and the screens above once more before speaking slowly. + +"The figures displayed on these screens are not entirely random," he said. "I can see the figures of almost all the disciples taking part in the trial aside from us and some disciples within our 100 mile radius." + +Carl blinked as he processed Max’s words. Laura’s eyes widened slightly. + +"That means..." Carl began. + +"If Isabella Lumin is not appearing near Zain Heron, and she is not shown among the leading clusters in the second pillar," Max concluded quietly, "then she must be somewhere within our current range." + +"Are you talking about me?" + +The voice was calm, clear, and unexpectedly close. + +Max turned his head. + +A slender figure walked toward them along the golden path, her movements unhurried yet steady. The flames around her did not flare violently. Instead, they seemed to recede slightly, as though acknowledging her presence. The golden surface beneath her feet shimmered softly with each step she took. + +It was Isabella Lumin. + +Her expression was serene, her breathing controlled, and there was no visible strain in her posture. The faint glow of draconic energy lingered around her like a subtle halo, though she was not actively releasing her aura in dominance. + +Carl and Laura instinctively straightened at her approach. + +The Saintess in training stood before them, not at the front with Zain Heron, not struggling behind, but walking calmly within their vicinity. + +Max’s eyes met hers. + +Up close, he could sense it clearly. + +The Imperial Bloodline within her stirred quietly, not aggressive yet profoundly deep. It was like an ancient river flowing beneath a calm surface, restrained but vast. + +And for a fleeting moment, the dormant hunger within his own bloodline flickered once more. + +But this time, Max’s expression did not change. He didn’t allow the hunger to control him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1443.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1443.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cade05b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1443.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1436: Isabella’s Pride!" +slug: "ch-1443" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1443 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1153 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Are you Max, the one who took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign?" Isabella asked as she stopped a short distance from him. Her voice was calm, yet there was unmistakable curiosity beneath it. The surrounding flames rippled faintly as she stood there, her presence serene but not weak. + +Max raised both hands lightly in a gesture that was almost casual. "I suppose that would be me." + +There was no boastfulness in his tone. He spoke as though the matter was neither grand nor trivial. Yet the weight of that event was well known throughout the outer halls. The Sword Sovereign’s inheritance was not something ordinary disciples could approach, much less claim. + +Isabella studied him carefully. Her gaze was steady and probing, as if she were attempting to peer beyond his outward calm and into the depths of his foundation. + +"How did you do it?" she asked quietly. "How did you make the sword submit to you? Even with my Imperial Bloodline, I could not accomplish that." + +Max shook his head slowly. + +"There is a difference between forcing a sword to submit and allowing it to acknowledge you," he replied. "I did not subdue it. I did not overpower its will. I simply stood before it and allowed it to decide." + +Isabella’s brows drew together slightly. + +"You mean to say the sword acknowledged you rather than being conquered by you?" she asked, her tone carrying a hint of disbelief. + +Max nodded calmly. + +"The sword has its own spirit," he continued. "If you attempt to dominate it, you clash with its nature. If you allow your intent to resonate with it, then it chooses whether you are worthy." + +For a moment, Isabella fell silent. The flames around them crackled softly, casting shifting light across her thoughtful expression. She did not immediately argue his point, though it was clear that his words unsettled her understanding of the event.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +Her Imperial Bloodline was meant to command and dominate. That was the nature of its authority. Yet perhaps that very dominance had created a subtle resistance between her and the sword. + +After a brief pause, she exhaled quietly and shifted the conversation. + +"How about we race?" she said, a faint smile returning to her lips. "Let us see who can reach deeper into this trial." + +Max looked at her with mild surprise. + +"Why do you want to race me?" he asked with a slight sigh. "Look at Zain Heron. He is already approaching the fourth pillar. If you wish to measure yourself, you should race him." + +Isabella’s smile deepened, though her eyes grew sharper. + +"I know he is powerful," she admitted. "His Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body is formidable, and his resonance with the Source Bloodline is nearly perfect." + +She paused for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering slightly. + +"But when I look at him, I see a blazing flame. It is intense and dominant, yet predictable. When I look at you, it feels different." + +Max’s expression remained composed, though his attention sharpened. + +"When I look at you," Isabella said slowly, "it feels as though I am standing before something that has not fully revealed itself. There is a sense of danger. It is subtle, yet undeniable. Even if you are not displaying overwhelming strength outwardly, there is something about you that feels like a predator watching from the shadows." + +Her words were calm, not accusatory, but perceptive. + +"Even Zain does not give me that feeling," she added. "He is strong, but straightforward. You are not." + +Max smiled faintly, though there was a trace of irony in it. + +"You place me in very high regard," he said lightly. "I am honored." + +Yet within him, a faint ripple stirred. + +Her instincts were sharper than he had anticipated. She could not sense the full nature of his bloodline, yet she felt its presence. She felt the hidden edge beneath the calm. + +Isabella tilted her head slightly. + +"So," she asked again, her smile returning with quiet challenge, "shall we race?" + +The flames flickered between them, as if awaiting an answer. + +"Nah, I am not interested," Max replied calmly as he shook his head. + +There was no hesitation in his refusal and no attempt to soften it with politeness. His tone was casual, almost indifferent, as though the proposal held no particular significance for him. + +For a brief moment, Isabella’s expression stiffened. + +Outwardly, she remained composed. Her posture did not falter, and the serene aura around her did not erupt in visible agitation. However, a faint distortion passed through her gaze before she regained control of her features. + +Inwardly, the impact was far greater. + +Isabella had always been proud. + +Even before the resonance with the Imperial Bloodline awakened within her, she had carried a natural confidence born from talent and lineage. Among her peers, she had stood above most with little effort. After being recognized as the Saintess in training of the Black Dragon Clan, that confidence had deepened into something far more absolute. + +The Imperial Bloodline was not merely a mark of potential. It was a symbol of destiny. Elders revered her. Disciples admired her. Even some senior cultivators treated her with a level of respect that far exceeded her cultivation level. + +Over time, that reverence shaped her inner perception. She grew accustomed to standing at the center of attention. She grew accustomed to being the standard against which others measured themselves. + +And now, before her, stood a disciple who had calmly rejected her invitation without the slightest ripple of concern. + +To Isabella, it did not feel like simple disinterest. + +It felt like dismissal. + +A faint heat rose within her chest, though it was not from the Path to Eternal Flames. + +She had already carried a lingering sting in her heart long before this encounter. When news spread that the Sword of the Sword Sovereign had been acknowledged by a mortal realm cultivator while she, the Saintess in training, had failed to claim it, she had felt a subtle humiliation. + +She had never openly expressed it. She had maintained her dignity and composure. Yet the fact remained. + +A sword that did not acknowledge her had chosen him. + +That alone had unsettled her pride. + +Now, standing here within the Path to Eternal Flames, she had hoped to use this trial as a stage to display the undeniable gap between them. She wished to demonstrate that while the sword may have acknowledged him, in raw strength and foundation she still stood above. + +But his refusal had struck deeper than she anticipated. + +It implied that he did not feel the need to measure himself against her. + +It implied that her challenge was not even worth entertaining. + +Isabella’s fingers curled subtly at her sides before she relaxed them again. Her expression smoothed into calmness, though her eyes held a sharper edge now. + +"In that case," Isabella said, her voice losing its earlier lightness and turning solemn, "what if we place a bet here?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1444.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1444.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b59b622 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1444.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1437: Isabella’s Speed!" +slug: "ch-1444" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1444 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max regarded her calmly, though he sensed the shift in her intent. + +"If you can surpass me in this trial," she continued, her gaze unwavering, "then I shall become your maid for ten years. If you fail and I surpass you, then you will become my servant for ten years. How about it?" + +For a brief moment, silence fell between them. + +Carl’s eyes widened in disbelief. Laura inhaled sharply, her composure slipping for the first time since entering the path. They had known Isabella Lumin as the Saintess in training, a figure revered and distant. To hear her propose such extreme terms was beyond their expectations. + +Even Max was momentarily stunned. + +He had not anticipated this escalation. A wager of resources between halls was one matter. A personal bet involving servitude between disciples, especially one involving the Saintess in training, was something entirely different. + +Yet the shock within him quickly dissolved. + +In its place, a faint and subtle smile curved along his lips. + +He had been contemplating how to approach the mystery of her Imperial Bloodline without resorting to violence or coercion. The hunger within his own bloodline had not vanished, only settled into patient silence. He needed proximity, opportunity, and time to understand the resonance between them. + +And now, she had offered ten years of closeness with her own lips. + +If she lost. + +A maid for ten years. + +The irony amused him. + +"This bet carries rather severe conditions," Max said slowly, as though considering it carefully. Then he smiled more openly. "But I accept." + +Carl and Laura both stared at him in disbelief. + +"What I am lacking right now," Max added lightly, "is indeed a maid. If I can have such a beautiful lady serving me for ten years, I would consider myself fortunate. Under such circumstances, I see no reason to refuse." + +His words were playful on the surface, yet there was something sharp hidden beneath them. + +Carl felt his mind spin. Laura looked at Max as though seeing a different person. To them, Max had always seemed indifferent to such matters, singularly focused on cultivation and advancement. + +Accepting a bet that hinged on pride and personal dominance seemed unlike him. + +Isabella, however, did not interpret it as levity. + +A bright laugh escaped her lips. + +"Good," she said confidently. "Then let us race." + +Without another word, she turned. + +Boom. + +The flames beneath her feet erupted outward as she accelerated. Her body became a streak of shimmering light as she surged past the boundary of the first pillar and entered the second. + +One thousand one hundred miles. + +One thousand two hundred miles. + +One thousand four hundred miles. + +One thousand six hundred miles.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Her figure advanced with astonishing speed through the second layer. The flames there burned deeper and more violently than the first, yet they did not hinder her significantly. The dormant authority of the Imperial Bloodline flickered faintly within her veins, suppressing portions of the surrounding pressure. + +One thousand seven hundred miles. + +One thousand eight hundred miles. + +One thousand nine hundred miles. + +With a final burst of speed, she crossed into the third pillar. + +The floating screens above captured her progress, drawing murmurs from observers across the dome. + +She did not slow immediately upon entering the third layer. The flames there carried heavier destructive intent, laced with deeper conceptual pressure. Yet she pushed forward regardless, her aura stabilizing the surge. + +Only after reaching the midpoint of the third pillar did her pace finally decrease. + +Two thousand five hundred miles. + +At that distance, the flames around her condensed into thicker streams, and flame beasts began manifesting in greater numbers. Her advance became measured rather than explosive. + +Even so, her performance was extraordinary. + +At that moment, Zain Heron had already stepped into the fourth pillar, continuing his relentless ascent. + +Behind them, the gap widened. + +And Max stood still at the boundary of the second pillar, watching calmly as the Saintess in training raced forward with burning determination. + +"Max, you should hurry up," Carl said anxiously, his eyes flickering between Max and the floating screens above. Isabella’s figure was already a distant streak within the third pillar, and with each passing moment the gap appeared to widen. "At her pace, she will leave you behind completely." + +Laura nodded from the side, her expression tense. She did not understand why Max had agreed to such a wager, especially one that involved something as extreme as ten years of servitude. + +However, whatever doubts she had, she kept them to herself. Max was one of their own. He belonged to the Thirty Third Hall, and more importantly, he was a direct disciple of Elder Virelila. That alone was enough for her to stand behind him without hesitation. + +Both of them could feel the pressure intensifying at the boundary of the second pillar, yet their attention remained fixed on Max’s stillness. + +He, on the other hand, appeared completely at ease. + +"There is no need to hurry," Max said with a faint smile, his gaze still directed toward the distant projection of Isabella’s advance. "This is not truly a race." + +Carl frowned. "What do you mean it is not a race? She has already reached the third layer and is pushing forward." + +Max finally shifted his attention toward them. + +"There is no time limit in this trial," he explained calmly. "The Path to Eternal Flames does not reward speed alone. It rewards depth. Whether she reaches her limit quickly or slowly does not matter. What matters is how far that limit ultimately is." + +His voice remained steady, free of urgency. + +"If she exhausts her strength within the third or fourth pillar after rushing recklessly, and I reach deeper by maintaining control, then I win. This wager is not about who steps faster. It is about who stands farther in the end." + +Carl’s anxious expression softened slightly as he processed those words. + +Laura exhaled quietly. "So you are planning to conserve your strength and advance steadily." + +Max nodded faintly. + +"The deeper layers will only become harsher," he continued. "If the first pillar already contains flame concepts ranging up to the fifth level, then the fifth pillar and beyond will not be simple endurance tests. They will challenge comprehension and foundation. Rushing without understanding the structure of the flames would be foolish." + +He glanced upward once more. + +Isabella’s rapid ascent was impressive, but Max didn’t care. + +"I only need to surpass her," Max concluded quietly. "Whether she runs ahead now or not does not change that." + +Carl and Laura exchanged a glance and sighed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1445.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1445.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a6e20de --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1445.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1438: The Wonderful 3rd Layer!" +slug: "ch-1445" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1445 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1136 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Alright, I will be going ahead for now," Max said calmly as he turned toward Carl and Laura. + +The pressure at the boundary of the second pillar pressed against them like an invisible wall, yet for Max it felt more like a persistent weight than an obstacle. His Divine Essence flowed smoothly within him, and the opened divine vein absorbed and redistributed the invading heat with quiet efficiency. + +Carl nodded firmly. "Be careful." + +Laura gave him a serious look. "Do not underestimate the third layer." + +Max offered them a faint smile before stepping forward. + +The moment he crossed the threshold into the second pillar, the surrounding flames deepened in color. The golden glow shifted into a denser crimson hue, and the pressure intensified significantly. The air itself felt heavier, saturated with destructive intent that sought to penetrate rather than merely scorch. + +Max felt the difference immediately. + +The flame concepts here were sharper, more unified. The raging aspect was no longer scattered. It pulsed rhythmically like a beating heart beneath the path. The destructive undertone lingered within each wave of heat. + +Yet it was not enough to halt him. + +Unlike Isabella, who had accelerated through this layer in a dazzling burst of speed, Max advanced steadily. He did not attempt to outrun the flames. He allowed them to press against him. He felt their intensity, their subtle variations, and the shifting balance between their conceptual aspects. + +The only visible difference between his progression and Isabella’s was speed. + +She had cut through the second pillar like lightning tearing across the sky. + +He moved through it like a river carving through stone. + +Flame beasts manifested periodically along his path, but they disintegrated under precise strikes of Divine Essence. He neither rushed nor lingered excessively. Each step was deliberate. + +In time, the boundary of the third pillar emerged before him. + +Without hesitation, Max crossed into it. + +The moment he entered the third layer, the atmosphere changed dramatically. + +The flames here were no longer merely oppressive. They were alive with conceptual density. The heat did not simply press against his skin. It seeped into his pores and probed his meridians. + +He advanced until he reached approximately two thousand three hundred miles into the third pillar. + +Then he stopped. + +Carl and Laura, still within the second layer, would not have understood his pause. To observers watching the screens, it might have appeared as hesitation. + +But for Max, it was intentional. + +He stood still for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +The world around him faded into a sea of crimson light as he entered a meditative state. + +Although the fire origin energy in the third pillar was wild and brutal, it was strangely silent. There was no roaring chaos. No explosive eruption. The flames seemed harmonious despite their intensity, as though bound by an invisible law that maintained perfect equilibrium. + +Max felt as though he had stepped into a separate realm where time and space carried a different rhythm. + +The power of fire coursed through his body. + +He deflected the majority of it through the circulation of his Divine Essence, but he deliberately allowed a small portion to enter. That portion rushed into his acupoints and meridians, seeping into his blood vessels and spreading through his limbs. + +The sensation was scorching. + +If an ordinary cultivator without flame affinity were to endure such intrusion, their organs would have been reduced to ashes. Their blood would have boiled within their veins. + +Yet Max’s body withstood it. + +Within the burning flow, he suddenly sensed something unexpected. + +Every wisp of flame energy that entered him was not purely destructive. + +Each contained intricate strands of Fire Laws. + +They were subtle, almost hidden, yet undeniable. + +One stream carried the Concept of Burning Heat, an ever intensifying force that sought to raise temperature beyond tolerance. Another carried the Concept of Annihilation, sharp and absolute in its intent to erase existence. + +A third wisp contained the Concept of Creation, paradoxical yet clear, suggesting that from ashes new life could arise. Yet another bore the Concept of Manifestation, shaping form from intangible energy. + +Each strand was unique. + +Even when two streams carried the same general Concept, their internal nuances differed. + +For example, within the Concept of Annihilation, one manifestation felt like the catastrophic impact of a meteor descending from the heavens, obliterating all beneath it in a single violent instant. Another manifestation resembled the slow and relentless advance of molten lava consuming a forest, reducing life to charred remains over time. + +Both were annihilation. + +Yet their expression differed fundamentally. + +Max’s breathing slowed as realization dawned. + +The Path to Eternal Flames was not merely a trial of endurance. + +It was a living archive of flame comprehension. + +The third pillar did not only test strength. It tested perception. + +And Max had just begun to see its true depth. + +"This is wonderful," Max murmured under his breath, unable to suppress the astonishment rising within him. His eyes remained closed, yet his perception expanded outward in ways he had not anticipated. "I can feel all the concepts of flame laws." + +The realization sent a subtle tremor through his mind. + +He had expected the third pillar to intensify the pressure. He had expected stronger flame beasts and harsher resistance. What he had not expected was the sheer clarity of the laws woven into the fire itself. The flame energy that seeped into his body was not chaotic destruction. It was structured, layered, and filled with distinct conceptual intent. + +He could sense the Burning Heat that escalated temperature beyond endurance. He could perceive the destructive edge of Annihilation that sought to erase matter at its core. He could distinguish the subtle pulse of Creation hidden within embers, the quiet promise that from ruin something new might rise. + +He could even detect traces of Manifestation, where flame shaped form and structure out of pure energy. + +These were not shallow impressions. + +They were true fragments of law. + +Max exhaled slowly, his heart steady yet exhilarated. + +He had not expected such depth at only the third layer. + +"No wonder cultivators can comprehend the Cosmic Path of flames in this trial," he whispered. + +It became clear to him that the entire Path to Eternal Flames was not merely a corridor of heat. It was constructed from layers upon layers of flame laws. Every pillar represented an intensification of those laws, and every mile walked through it was an immersion in conceptual refinement. + +To comprehend a Cosmic Path, one needed to grasp laws at a fundamental level. Without exposure to pure laws, a cultivator would be wandering blindly, attempting to shape something they could not even clearly perceive. + +Here, however, the laws were laid bare. + +The ancestor who built this path had embedded his own comprehension into its structure. The flames were not random. They were guided manifestations of higher understanding. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1446.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1446.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8a09780 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1446.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1439: Heading Deeper!" +slug: "ch-1446" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1446 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1035 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s mind sharpened as excitement gradually gave way to reason. + +Comprehending a true Cosmic Path was beyond his current realm. His foundation, though solid, was far from the Divine Lord Realm required to solidify such a grand trajectory. Attempting to force comprehension now would only destabilize his cultivation. + +He opened his eyes slowly, though he remained in a meditative stance. + +"Comprehending the full Cosmic Path is impossible for me at this stage," he thought deeply. "But that does not mean I cannot prepare for it." + +He recalled the path he had chosen for his sword. + +When he cultivated sword intent, he had not blindly absorbed every concept. He had refined a direction. He had chosen a trajectory for his sword to follow. That direction gave cohesion to his intent and allowed it to deepen steadily rather than scatter. + +The same principle could apply here. + +If he could not grasp the entire Cosmic Path of flames, then he would at least determine the direction his flames should evolve toward. + +Should they embody annihilation, erasing all obstacles with overwhelming finality? + +Should they represent controlled destruction, precise and absolute? + +Should they embody creation from ruin, forging strength through purification? + +Each choice would lead to a fundamentally different path. + +Max allowed the invading flame energy to circulate within him once more, this time not merely enduring it but observing its nuances carefully. He examined how each conceptual strand resonated with his bloodline and physique. + +His bloodline stirred faintly at certain aspects of the flames, particularly those aligned with dominance and absolute eradication. + +Yet something else within him resisted pure annihilation. + +His sword had not been forged through reckless destruction. It had been refined through clarity and direction. A direction of emotion severing path. + +Perhaps his flames, too, required purpose rather than chaos. + +Max’s breathing grew deeper as he continued meditating within the third pillar, surrounded by raging fire that made no sound yet carried immense power. + +This trial was no longer merely about surpassing Isabella. + +It had become an opportunity to shape the foundation of his future. + +And that realization was far more valuable than speed. + +--- + +After remaining in meditation for nearly two hours, Max slowly opened his eyes. + +The flames around him had not diminished. If anything, they seemed denser and more suffocating than before. Yet the difference lay within him. His perception had sharpened. The chaotic heat no longer felt like a wild storm pressing against his body. It felt structured, layered, almost transparent in its intent. + +Without hesitation, he resumed walking. + +Now that he had grasped the essence hidden within the third pillar, his movements changed. He no longer needed to test every wisp of fire that entered his body. He understood how to filter the invading energy, how to identify its conceptual threads without being overwhelmed. + +His speed increased dramatically. + +Two thousand four hundred miles. + +Two thousand five hundred miles. + +Two thousand seven hundred miles. + +Two thousand nine hundred miles. + +His figure moved steadily, yet with a rhythm that was entirely different from Isabella’s earlier explosive advance. There was no reckless acceleration. There was precision. His Divine Essence circulated smoothly, and the flame laws that brushed against him were analyzed rather than resisted.𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢 + +Soon, he crossed into the fourth pillar. + +The transition was immediate. + +The golden crimson hue deepened further, and the pressure intensified to a level that forced even seasoned disciples to pause. Max’s gaze shifted slightly as he observed a group of disciples seated in meditation not far ahead. + +"Are they the first group?" he wondered silently. + +Several of them bore the aura of the leading wave that had crossed the first pillar ahead of him. Now, however, they were seated with eyes closed, attempting to stabilize themselves beneath the mounting pressure of the fourth layer. + +Max did not disturb them. Instead, he closed his own eyes briefly. + +The pressure here was different from the third layer. + +"There is greater weight," he muttered softly. "But the flame laws themselves are not yet significantly intensified." + +He quickly realized that the initial stretch of the fourth pillar emphasized pure suppression. The flames pressed down heavily, testing endurance and foundation before gradually reintroducing denser conceptual strands. + +Opening his eyes once more, he stepped forward. + +Three thousand two hundred miles. + +Three thousand four hundred miles. + +Three thousand six hundred miles. + +As he advanced deeper into the fourth pillar, the environment changed once again. The oppressive pressure began to blend with refined flame laws. The strands of conceptual energy grew clearer and more concentrated. The deeper he went, the more pronounced they became. + +This forced him to adjust. + +He could no longer maintain the same uninterrupted pace. Every few dozen miles, he slowed. Sometimes after one hundred miles, he paused to recalibrate his breathing and circulation. Other times, after merely twenty or fifty miles, he stopped when he sensed a denser concentration of law embedded within the flames. + +Each pause was deliberate. + +He did not view them as delays. They were opportunities. + +He stood still, closed his eyes briefly, observed the specific manifestation of flame law within that region, and integrated the impression into his understanding before moving forward again. + +This rhythm gradually became his pattern within the fourth pillar. + +Advance. + +Pause. + +Comprehend. + +Adjust. + +Then advance again. + +While others either rushed recklessly or stagnated in prolonged meditation, Max found a balance between movement and reflection. + +Step by step, mile by mile, he carved his path through the fourth layer. + +Eventually, the oppressive crimson glow shifted subtly. + +The boundary of the fifth pillar came into view. + +Without fanfare, Max crossed it. + +The pressure surged the instant he stepped into the fifth layer, and the surrounding flames deepened into a darker, more intense shade. + +He had officially entered the threshold required to pass the trial as an outer disciple. + +As Max advanced deeper, he gradually became aware of the figures scattered across the fifth pillar. + +Some disciples were seated cross legged amidst the surging flames, their expressions tense as they struggled to stabilize their breathing and circulate their energy under the overwhelming pressure. Others continued pushing forward in staggered bursts, their movements slower and far more labored than before. + +Max’s gaze swept across them briefly. + +He recognized several faces. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1447.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1447.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b6e111 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1447.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1440: Into the Sixth Pillar!" +slug: "ch-1447" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1447 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1252 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Dale, Jane, and Aden were among this cluster. Their auras burned steadily as they forced themselves through the latter stretch of the fifth pillar. + +Though their pace had slowed compared to earlier layers, they remained ahead of most other disciples. This was clearly the foremost group among the Thirty Six Halls, the leading geniuses who had managed to endure this far. + +Max understood immediately. + +At this moment, this was the deepest any outer disciple had reached within the trial. + +Of course, two exceptions existed. + +’Isabella and Zain should have already entered the sixth layer, or perhaps even the seventh,’ Max thought calmly. + +He did not see them nearby, and the floating projections suggested their positions were far ahead. + +Turning his focus inward once more, Max continued walking. + +Four thousand two hundred miles. + +Four thousand three hundred miles. + +Four thousand four hundred miles. + +The pressure continued escalating in a steady and oppressive rhythm. The flames here did not simply burn. They pressed down like mountains of fire. + +Each step forward required careful circulation of Divine Essence. The flame laws were no longer scattered strands. They were concentrated currents, weaving together concepts of annihilation, domination, and relentless combustion. + +Max quickly realized that the increase was not linear. + +The law density and overall pressure of the fifth pillar were at least ten times stronger than the fourth layer at comparable distances. The heat entered his pores with greater aggression, attempting to invade his meridians. + +Yet it was not enough to halt him. + +He slowed occasionally, closing his eyes briefly to isolate and analyze the conceptual structure embedded within each surge. He refined his understanding of destructive flame, differentiating between explosive annihilation and sustained incineration. He sensed the deeper structure behind the heat, as if tracing the outline of a path not yet fully visible. + +After each brief pause, he resumed. + +Behind him, Dale’s eyes widened as he watched Max’s figure steadily advance. + +"He is Max, right? How is he crossing the fifth layer so easily?" Dale muttered in disbelief. + +Jane exhaled slowly, her earlier underestimation dissolving completely. "We have underestimated him," she admitted. "Anyone acknowledged by the Sword Sovereign cannot possibly be ordinary." + +Aden stood silently, his gaze locked on Max’s retreating back. + +"He is strong," Aden said quietly, though there was no bitterness in his voice. Only recognition and resolve. + +He tightened his circulation and forced himself forward.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Seeing Aden push ahead with renewed determination, Dale and Jane exchanged a glance before following. Neither wished to be left too far behind among their own hall. + +Yet the difference in pace was undeniable. + +While they struggled to maintain stability against the crushing pressure of the fifth pillar, Max continued advancing with increasing clarity and control. His pauses were shorter now, his steps more confident. + +Before the trio could even reach the midpoint of the fifth layer, Max had already crossed the threshold and entered the 6th layer. + +The sixth pillar erupted around him in a darker blaze, the flames shifting to a deeper shade tinged with violent intensity. + +At that moment, outside the Path to Eternal Flames, the vast dome was filled with tension. + +Elders from the Thirty Six Halls sat in elevated rows, their expressions ranging from calm detachment to growing astonishment. The geniuses of the Seven Families stood nearby, their eyes fixed on the floating screens. Even the Seven Family Heads themselves, figures who rarely showed visible emotion, watched intently as the trial unfolded. + +Suddenly, one of the observing elders leaned forward. + +"Look!" he exclaimed, unable to keep the surprise from his voice. "Max has crossed all the other disciples. Only Isabella and Zain remain ahead of him." + +A ripple of murmurs spread across the hall. + +On the central screen, Max’s figure could be seen stepping into the sixth pillar, flames roaring around him with crushing intensity. + +An elder from the Twelfth Hall frowned deeply. "That boy... is he not only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm?" + +"Yes," another elder confirmed, his brows tightly drawn. "His cultivation was verified during registration. First level of Rebirth Realm. Nothing more." + +"That is impossible," a stern voice cut in. It belonged to an elder of the Fifteenth Hall. "The sixth pillar’s pressure is designed to suppress even late stage Rebirth Realm disciples. How can someone at the first level endure it so calmly?" + +One of the Seven Family geniuses spoke in a low tone, "He does not appear strained at all." + +An elder from the Twenty Third Hall scoffed softly. "Perhaps he is relying on some artifact or hidden trick." + +At that, Elder Virelila’s eyes turned cold. + +"You may question his cultivation," she said evenly, "but do not insult the integrity of the Path to Eternal Flames. No artifact can suppress the ancestral will embedded within those flames." + +An elder from the Eighth Hall nodded in agreement. "The formation would have reacted if he were using external assistance." + +A middle aged man seated among the Seven Family Heads spoke thoughtfully. "Is this not the same disciple who was acknowledged by the Sword Sovereign’s blade?" + +"Yes," another Family Head replied. "He is the one." + +"That alone explains much," the first man continued. "The Sword Sovereign’s sword does not choose mediocrity." + +Only Mathew Grimes watched all of this with a smile. Just the fact that Max was under his Grimes Family was enough to put a smile on his face all the time. + +An elder from the Twenty Third Hall shook his head. "Even so, being acknowledged by a sword does not equate to this level of endurance." + +Another elder responded calmly, "He is also the direct disciple of Virelila. You all know her standards. She does not accept ordinary talent." + +At that, a soft chuckle came from one of the senior elders seated near the center. + +"You argue as though he were a common disciple," the senior elder said slowly. "He may stand at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, but foundation is not measured solely by cultivation stage." + +A younger genius from one of the Seven Families spoke with visible excitement. "His pace is steady. He is not forcing his way through. It looks like he is comprehending something as he moves." + +"That is what concerns me," an elder muttered quietly. "If he is truly comprehending flame laws while advancing, then his foundation far exceeds his realm." + +Seraphina Vale of the Twenty Third Hall narrowed her eyes at the screen. "He still trails behind Isabella and Zain." + +Her face was dark at the moment. She also had never anticipated Max to be show this level of performance. But even then she was in relief knowing Isabella was in a different league than Max and was currently at the 8th layer. + +"We will see how he fare against them," another elder corrected her. "As the sixth pillar is where true differentiation begins." + +A murmur of agreement followed. + +One of the Seven Family Heads leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving the projection of Max advancing through the sixth layer. + +"A disciple at the first level of the Rebirth Realm should not be here. The pressure should have crushed someone like him at the 3rd or maybe at the earlier layers," he said quietly. "Yet he stands there." + +He was the head of the Veron Family. + +Elder Virelila allowed herself the faintest smile. "He has defied many common sense and this is no exception," she replied calmly. + +The floating screens flickered as Max’s figure continued moving forward within the blazing depths of the sixth pillar. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1448.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1448.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7a5010 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1448.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1441: Reaction of the Chaos Tree!" +slug: "ch-1448" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1448 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Max stepped into the path of the sixth layer, the invisible weight pressing against his body increased once again, and this time it was not only the raw pressure of the flames but also the authority of the fire laws themselves that bore down on him. + +The air felt heavier. Each breath carried searing heat that seemed to burrow into his lungs and circulate through his meridians. The surrounding flames no longer flickered aimlessly. They moved with intent, as if every spark carried a fragment of will. + +Instead of resisting immediately, Max allowed the pressure to settle over him. He wanted to understand it. He wanted to feel it clearly. + +Because of this, he began walking deeper into the sixth layer without haste, his steps steady despite the rising intensity. + +Five thousand two hundred miles. + +Five thousand three hundred miles. + +Five thousand five hundred miles. + +When he reached roughly the midpoint of the sixth layer, Max slowed. His brows gradually drew together as the sensation within his body changed in a way that had nothing to do with the external pressure. + +He took another few steps before coming to a complete stop, standing amidst the raging sea of crimson and gold flames. The heat around him roared, yet his attention had already turned inward. + +"I can feel my Chaos Tree reacting to the energy in this place," Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and thoughtful. + +This had never happened before. The Chaos Tree had always existed within him like a silent ancient entity, absorbing what it wished and remaining indifferent to most external forces. + +In most cases, it would only absorb a bit of conceptual energy to form a concept leaf on a respective branch the concept was from. Other than that, it would remain uneventful. + +Even when he had devoured countless things through his black flames, it never once reacted, but now it reacted so actively, almost eagerly, to a specific environment. The unfamiliar response made his heart tighten with both shock and curiosity. + +Max closed his eyes and sent his consciousness deep into his inner world where the Chaos Tree stood rooted in boundless darkness. The towering tree pulsed faintly, its trunk ancient and unfathomable. + +When his perception focused on the branch representing the flame element branch, he noticed something that made his pupils contract slightly. + +Five leaves formed from his comprehension of the Flame Concept shimmered with a soft golden radiance. Each leaf represented one level of his understanding. They had always been there, quietly existing as proof of his mastery, but now they were glowing. The light was not faint. It was vivid, alive, as though the leaves were responding to a call. + +He observed more carefully and saw countless strands of golden light appearing from the void around the tree. These strands were subtle yet endless, drifting in from all directions before merging into the flame leaves. Every time a strand fused into a leaf, its glow intensified just a fraction. + +"These leaves are formed from the concept of flames I have comprehended. Five leaves for five levels of the Flame Concept," Max murmured thoughtfully. "Then why is it only now that these leaves have started glowing?" + +He did not jump to conclusions. Instead, he shifted his perception outward again, comparing the inner changes with the environment of the sixth layer. The golden strands entering the Chaos Tree felt identical to the unique flame based energy saturating the Path to Eternal Flames. + +This was not ordinary fire. It was fire infused with profound law fragments. It carried purity and ancient authority. + +A realization slowly formed in his mind. + +"These golden strands are the flame based energies emitted by the Path to Eternal Flames," he said quietly. "And the Chaos Tree is devouring them." + +The word devouring did not feel wrong. The energy was not merely being absorbed passively. It was being drawn in with purpose, refined, and directed specifically toward the flame branch. The other branches remained calm, untouched, as if only this element had resonance here. + +Max opened his eyes, staring at the endless inferno around him. The flames no longer seemed purely oppressive. They now felt like nourishment. + +"My Chaos Tree is also very mysterious," Max muttered, his expression serious. "It is an ability of the Unholy Trinity Physique, yet I still do not know its true purpose." + +The Chaos Tree had aided him countless times, stabilizing law conceptual energies that should have torn him apart and allowing him to harmonize incompatible forces. Yet its deeper function remained concealed. + +Was it merely a storage vessel for concepts and elements, or was it something far greater that he had yet to uncover? + +"Wait a minute. The reason I can hold light energy, infernal energy, Draconic Essence, and now even Divine Essence within the same body without collapsing is because of the Unholy Trinity Physique," Max muttered slowly, his eyes narrowing as his thoughts began to align. + +The Unholy Trinity Physique had always been the foundation that allowed incompatible forces to coexist inside him without tearing him apart. It stabilized contradictions. It suppressed rejection. It created a balance where there should have been violent conflict. + +"Then what is the true use of the Chaos Tree?" he continued in a low voice, standing unmoving amidst the raging flames of the sixth layer. "Is it meant to let me comprehend all types of elements within a single body?" + +At first glance, that seemed logical. The Chaos Tree could store concepts in the form of leaves, and each leaf represented a level of comprehension. It had branches for different elements, and those branches expanded as his understanding deepened. However, the more he examined this line of thought, the more flaws he discovered in it. + +"No. That cannot be its main function," Max said firmly to himself. + +When he comprehended the concept of time, he had not done so with this body. The law of causality had imposed restrictions that prevented him from fusing the time concept into his current existence.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +He had required a different body to grasp it. If the Chaos Tree truly allowed him to comprehend every concept within one vessel without restriction, then the law of causality should not have forced such a separation. + +That single fact shattered the earlier assumption. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1449.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1449.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c28cd5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1449.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1442: Mysterious Chaos Tree!" +slug: "ch-1449" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1449 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"The Chaos Tree is not simply a container that allows me to gather every concept into one body," Max murmured, his gaze turning distant as the flames around him roared louder, pressing against his skin like a living storm. "There is something deeper." + +He closed his eyes once more and focused on the towering tree within his inner world. The golden flame leaves continued to glow brilliantly as strands of flame energy merged into them. Each leaf pulsed faintly, as if breathing. The branch itself seemed more vibrant than before, its veins lit with molten radiance. + +Max pondered deeply, refusing to rush his conclusion. He reviewed every interaction he had ever had with the Chaos Tree. + +Only one possibility rose clearly from the depths of his thoughts. + +"A true law," he whispered. + +Concepts were merely the beginning. They were fragments, incomplete understandings of something far greater. A concept was like a glimpse of truth. A law, however, was the truth itself in its structured, complete form. Laws governed existence. Laws shaped reality. Laws carried authority that concepts could only imitate. + +He knew that the Chaos Tree could hold concepts in the form of leaves. Each leaf symbolized a fragment of understanding. But what would happen if one of those concepts reached perfection and evolved into a true law? Would the leaf transform? Would the branch undergo a metamorphosis? Would the entire tree ascend to a higher state? + +The golden glow radiating from the flame leaves did not feel like simple strengthening. It felt like preparation. + +"And this change might be leading to exactly that," Max said slowly, his heartbeat accelerating just slightly. + +The Path to Eternal Flames was not an ordinary trial ground. It was saturated with pure flame law fragments refined over countless years. The energy here was not crude fire. It carried authority. It carried structure. It carried a hint of something complete. + +Now that the Chaos Tree was reacting so strongly to this environment, Max understood that this might be an opportunity he could never replicate elsewhere. If the tree truly functioned as a bridge between concepts and laws, then this was the place where his Flame Concept could take a step beyond its current limit. + +He opened his eyes and looked at the endless inferno stretching across the sixth layer. The pressure no longer felt like an obstacle. It felt like a forge. + +"If the Chaos Tree is a vessel meant to nurture concepts until they mature into laws," he murmured with quiet determination, "then I will not waste this chance." + +Instead of resisting the oppressive flame laws around him, Max gradually lowered his defenses and allowed the surrounding energy to press deeper into his body. + +At the same time, he guided the Chaos Tree to actively draw in the golden strands at a faster rate. The flame leaves shone brighter with every breath, their glow shifting from gentle radiance to something sharper and more condensed. + +Within the roaring sea of fire, Max stood motionless like a lone pillar, yet inside him something ancient was awakening. + +If his guess was correct, then the Chaos Tree was not simply a storage artifact. + +It was a cradle for laws. + +"This is good," Max said softly, a faint smile appearing on his face as clarity settled in his mind. The oppressive flames of the sixth layer no longer felt like a barrier meant to suppress him. They felt like nourishment. + +With that understanding firm in his heart, he resumed walking forward through the raging inferno. This time, there was no urgency in his movements. Since he now knew that the energy here could be used to evolve the Chaos Tree, there was no reason to rush recklessly toward the seventh layer. + +The flames roared violently as he advanced, each step drawing him closer to the deepest region of the sixth layer. The pressure increased with every mile, compressing the space around him and intensifying the flame laws that permeated the air. His clothes fluttered from the violent currents of heat, yet his expression remained calm. + +Five thousand eight hundred miles. + +Five thousand eight hundred and fifty miles. + +Five thousand nine hundred miles. + +When he reached the furthest point of the sixth layer at five thousand nine hundred miles, Max finally stopped. The surrounding flames had become dense enough to distort vision, and the flame laws here were far purer than anywhere else in the layer. Instead of pushing further, he slowly lowered himself to the ground and sat cross legged amidst the blazing sea of fire. + +"I will comprehend the flame laws for the Cosmic Path while also devouring the energies here for the Chaos Tree," Max thought as he closed his eyes and entered meditation. + +His breathing steadied. The world outside faded from his perception as his consciousness divided into two focused streams. One part immersed itself in understanding the flame laws that circulated through the sixth layer, analyzing their structure and tracing their patterns. + +The other part guided the Chaos Tree to devour the surrounding golden strands more efficiently, refining and channeling them into the glowing flame leaves. + +Outside the Path to Eternal Flames, the scene unfolding on the massive projection screens caused visible confusion among the observers. + +When they saw Max reach the deepest part of the sixth layer and then calmly sit down in meditation, many of the elders frowned. + +They had not expected him to reach his limit so soon. + +In the Path to Eternal Flames, cultivators usually only sat down when they could no longer advance further. Meditation at that point was meant to help them adapt to the pressure and attempt to break through their limits. The act of sitting was a sign of struggle, not confidence. + +Because of this common understanding, nearly everyone assumed that Max had reached his ceiling. + +A faint scoff sounded from the viewing platform of the Twenty Third Hall. + +"Humph. To think I believed this Max might rival Isabella and Zain," Seraphina said with a sarcastic laugh, her eyes fixed on the screen showing Max seated in the sixth layer. "It seems I overestimated him." + +Several elders from the Twenty Third Hall chuckled along with her, their earlier tension dissolving into smug satisfaction. + +One elder shook his head and said, "Stopping at the sixth layer is respectable for someone at his cultivation level, but it is far from comparable to true geniuses." + +Seraphina turned her gaze toward Lady Virelia, her lips curving into a wide smile filled with provocation. "Have you prepared your losing bet?" + +Lady Virelia’s expression did not change. Her posture remained elegant and composed as she watched the screen quietly. After a brief pause, she replied in an even tone, "We will talk about this after the trial has ended." + +Seraphina snorted softly. "Humph. So be it." + +She shifted her attention back to the largest screen where Isabella’s figure was displayed. At this moment, Isabella had already stepped into the ninth layer. Her silhouette was surrounded by blazing white flames, yet her movements remained graceful and steady. + +On another screen, Zain stood even further ahead. He had entered the tenth layer, his aura blazing like a rising sun as he advanced step by step against overwhelming pressure. + +Behind them both, at the very end of the sixth layer, Max sat cross legged in complete stillness, seemingly left far behind. + +To the observers, the difference in layers spoke for itself.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +To Max, however, the true transformation had only just begun. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-145.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-145.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a61389 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-145.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 145: Shocking the Peak Geniuses" +slug: "ch-145" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 145 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1271 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max glanced at the white-haired woman standing not far from him with a smile on his face. She wore a long white hat and white clothes, her frosty expression making her look even more imposing. + +"What are you smiling for?" Revenna asked, her tone as cold as her appearance. + +Max shrugged. "If I don’t smile, then what, am I supposed to cry?" he asked wryly. + +Revenna shook her head, frost starting to spread from her, freezing the tiles beneath her feet. "You should admit defeat. You can’t defeat me with your strength," she said coldly. + +Max smiled confidently at her words. "Why don’t you try and defeat me?" he taunted. "At least that would be a more honorable defeat for me." + +Revenna gazed at him deeply, her tone still frosty. "As you wish." With those words, she waved her right hand, sending a wave of frost toward him, freezing the tiles in its path. It reached Max in the blink of an eye, aiming to freeze him solid. + +But before the frost could reach him, Max drew his sword and brandished it lightly. + +Shatter! + +The layer of ice shattered into pieces before it could even touch him. + +"Try harder, otherwise I might just sneak attack you and defeat you," Max said with a grin. + +No sooner had his words ended than the shattered fragments of ice before him suddenly transformed into sharp spikes, like icicles, their pointed tips aimed at him. + +But Max, with his Three Dimensional Body, could easily see the attack coming, even if it was a sneak attack. + +With a swing of his sword, infused with 15 Draconic Essence, the spikes were instantly destroyed before they could reach him. + +Revenna studied him with a sharp gaze. "You are very strong," she said calmly, taking a step forward. + +Swish! + +"But you are still weak in front of me." She suddenly appeared beside Max, her voice a whisper in his ear as she aimed an ice sword at his neck. + +Max’s eyes widened in astonishment, noticing her speed. She was fast—too fast for human eyes to even track. + +Even with his Three Dimensional Body, he could only see her movement as she appeared beside him. Seeing her move and reacting to her were two entirely different things. + +"Fck!" Max cursed as he hastily summoned his Ten Directional Shield. + +A small red hexagonal shield began to form beside his neck, but it was a bit too late. Revenna’s sword collided with the premature shield. + +BANG! + +The shield exploded instantly upon contact, but that gave Max just enough time to create some distance between them. + +’That was close,’ Max thought, his eyes locked on Revenna as he activated Dash, Super Dash, and Phantom Dash, using all three of his skills to reach his maximum speed as he waited for her next move. + +"You were able to block that attack. I’m impressed," Revenna said, her frosty eyes flickering with rare curiosity. She tilted her head slightly, a small smirk on her lips. "But let’s see if you can handle a few more." + +Before Max could respond, her figure blurred and appeared right in front of him, her sword thrusting toward his chest with deadly precision. + +Seeing the tip of her sword closing in, Max instinctively retreated three steps, his agility skills pushing him to his limit. At the same time, he countered with a quick thrust of his own sword. + +Clang! + +Their blades met at their tips, the force of the collision sending shockwaves rippling outward. The air crackled with tension, but Revenna didn’t relent. She vanished from her spot, reappearing to his left, her sword closing in once again. + +Max’s reflexes kicked in as he swiftly turned, his sword intercepting hers with a sharp clang of metal against metal. + +But Revenna refused to give Max a moment’s respite. Her movements grew even faster, her attacks relentless and precise. Yet, as her strikes came faster, Max’s reactions grew sharper, his movements more fluid. With each passing moment, he adapted to her incredible speed, his counterattacks matching hers with increasing accuracy. + +The clash of their swords echoed through the air as their figures blurred, darting across the stage in a whirlwind of movement. They appeared and disappeared in rapid succession, each exchange sending sparks flying in all directions. + +It was a battle of precision and endurance, with neither giving the other an inch. Their deadly dance wove across the stage, a blur of speed, strength, and unyielding will. + +"He’s fighting toe-to-toe with her," Bruce muttered, his eyes wide in astonishment as he watched Max’s strength unfold. He had considered Max a genius after hearing about his feats from the dungeon break, but what he was witnessing now went far beyond what even a genius could do.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +Only a monster would possess such strength, fighting someone at the peak of Adept Rank with the strength of a Level 7 Apprentice Rank, yet holding his own against her. + +It sounded ludicrous, but reality often held unexpected surprises. + +"It’s truly unbelievable that someone at Level 7 of Apprentice Rank can stand their ground against someone at the peak of Adept Rank," Amelia said, praising Max. "If this isn’t true genius, then what is it?" + +"I have to agree," Crown Prince Aelric added, his voice loud. "I’ve never seen anyone jump so many levels to fight. This is monstrous—no genius could achieve something like this." + +"I find it hard to believe that those people from the East managed to produce a genius of this level, but it doesn’t matter much," Arthur Gale of the South Region sneered. "He won’t win against Revenna, against me, or against any of us." + +With a mocking smile, he continued, "Having the fighting strength of a peak Adept Rank at Level 7 Apprentice Rank is impressive, but to actually defeat a peak Adept Rank expert with that strength is simply impossible." He shook his head in disdain. + +"True," Five said calmly. "Until and unless one manages to comprehend a Level 3 aura and master it to perfection, it’s impossible to truly defeat the likes of us. But…" He flashed a small smile. "If someone manages to counter our Level 3 auras, then anything is possible." + +Everyone gave him a skeptical look. To counter a Level 3 aura, one would need a Level 3 aura—it was as simple as it could get. However, Five’s tone seemed to suggest otherwise. + +As they commented on the battle, Max and Revenna reached the apex of their speed. Every collision generated enough force to create small shockwaves as they battled across the vast stage. + +It was as if they were teleporting to different parts of the stage, their figures barely visible as they appeared and disappeared in rapid succession. + +But everything changed when Revenna made an upward swing with her sword, sending an icy peak rising from the ground toward Max. + +’She’s starting to get serious,’ Max mused, thrusting his sword using Advanced Sword Arts. + +Bang! + +The avalanche of ice shattered upon contact with his sword, sending broken pieces flying in all directions. + +But before Max could rest, he saw with his Three Dimensional Body skill that five more such avalanches of ice were coming at him from all directions. + +Reacting quickly, Max sheathed his sword and covered his fist in lava and flames with the help of his Molten Coating skill. + +Using all his strength, he slammed his fist down just as the five avalanches of ice reached him. + +Experience new stories on freewebnovel + +BOOM! + +A shockwave of flames erupted around him, instantly obliterating the five ice avalanches into nothing but small fragments, scattered all around him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1450.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1450.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f1ea63 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1450.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1443: Legendary 12th Layer!" +slug: "ch-1450" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1450 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Could Zain or Isabella cross the twelfth layer?" a deep voice suddenly asked, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the viewing platform. The one who spoke was Victor Veron, head of the Veron Family. His sharp eyes were fixed on the towering projection of the Path to Eternal Flames, where Zain and Isabella continued their advance through the upper layers. + +The question caused several elders to exchange glances. + +"Cross the twelfth layer?" Henry Lumin, head of the Lumin Family, immediately rejected the thought, his tone firm and unquestioning. "That should be impossible. Even though I wish for Isabella to surpass the twelfth layer mark, we all know this is beyond reach." + +His expression was serious. There was no mockery in his voice, only a recognition of long established limits. + +Matthew Grimes slowly nodded in agreement. "Even the Saintess who once had full control of the Imperial Bloodline in the past could not cross the twelfth layer," he said steadily. "How could a saintess in training accomplish what her predecessor failed to do? And as for Zain, no matter how outstanding he is, his potential is still lower than that of a fully awakened Saintess." + +He paused briefly before continuing, his gaze never leaving the screens. "From what we have observed over countless years, the eleventh layer has always been the absolute limit for the most exceptional disciples. I do not think they can even reach the twelfth layer, let alone cross it. A cultivator in the Rebirth Realm simply cannot surpass the twelfth layer threshold. That fact has remained unchanged since the Path to Eternal Flames was created by our ancestor." + +His words carried weight, and none among the Seven Family heads refuted them. + +Over the centuries, this trial had been conducted numerous times. It had witnessed the rise of extraordinary talents, monstrous geniuses, and once in a generation prodigies. Yet the result had always been the same. No outer disciple within the Rebirth Realm had ever crossed the twelfth layer hurdle. Not a single one. + +Even the legendary Saintess who once possessed perfect control over the Imperial Bloodline had reached the twelfth layer only to be forced into retreat. Her bloodline had burned brilliantly, her authority overwhelming, yet the path had not yielded. + +The best results throughout history were consistently within the tenth layer. When especially powerful geniuses appeared, someone might step into the eleventh layer, shocking the clan and leaving their names etched in memory. + +There had even been a few rare individuals who entered the twelfth layer itself, but none had ever crossed beyond it. Every one of those individuals later became ancestor level figures, beings whose names commanded reverence even within the vast Divine Realm. + +Such was the importance of the twelfth layer. + +It was not merely another stage on the path. It was a boundary. It was a dividing line that separated a genius from something that defied ordinary definition. To step into it already signified heaven defying talent. To cross it would mean breaking a law that had stood firm since the founding of the trial itself. + +On the projection screens, Zain continued advancing through the tenth layer, his aura blazing fiercely. Isabella’s figure shone within the ninth layer, her Imperial Bloodline radiating with steady authority. + +The family heads watched with solemn expressions. + +Crossing the twelfth layer was not simply a matter of talent. + +It was a matter of rewriting history. + +"Who knows, Zain might be the first to do it," Garry Heron said at that moment, a confident smile spreading across his face as he folded his hands behind his back and stared at the projection showing Zain’s figure blazing within the upper layers. + +His voice was casual, yet it carried unmistakable conviction. + +The moment the words left his mouth, several elders and even the other family heads turned toward him. Their expressions varied from surprise to faint amusement, yet none of them showed the slightest hint of agreement. The atmosphere shifted subtly, as if everyone had expected such a statement from him sooner or later. + +Garry Heron, head of the Heron Family, was well known among the Seven Families for one particular trait. He favored the disciples of his own lineage to an almost excessive degree. In his eyes, the talents of the Heron Family always shone brighter than the rest. + +Even when evidence suggested otherwise, he would find a way to elevate his own family’s standing by disgracing other families’ descendants. Because of this long standing habit, the other family heads rarely took his proclamations seriously whenever they concerned the Heron disciples. + +Beyond that, Garry was also known for his unyielding temperament. When he desired something, he pursued it without hesitation, sometimes pushing matters to uncomfortable extremes. + +His persistence had secured many advantages for the Heron Family over the years, yet it had also strained relationships with the other clans. More than once, his forceful methods had caused friction within the alliance of the Seven Families. + +"Garry, at least say something believable," Lilith Carol, head of the Carol Family, remarked with a gentle laugh, though the amusement in her eyes was clear. Her tone was not hostile, yet it carried a faint teasing edge. "Even you should know what the twelfth layer represents." + +A few elders around her chuckled quietly, their gazes returning to the massive floating screens that displayed the progress of the disciples. + +Garry snorted softly in response, clearly unconvinced by their skepticism. "Humph. We will see." + +He did not argue further. Instead, he fixed his eyes firmly on Zain’s figure, as though willing him forward through sheer expectation alone. There was no trace of doubt in his expression. + +The other family heads merely exchanged small smiles before turning their attention back to the trial. In their minds, Garry’s words were nothing more than another instance of his usual overconfidence. + +Yet despite their outward dismissal, a small flicker of anticipation lingered within the depths of their gazes. + +After all, if someone truly did cross the twelfth layer, the balance among the Seven Families would never remain the same. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1451.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1451.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a063405 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1451.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1444: The Struggle at the Higher Layers!" +slug: "ch-1451" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1451 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After meditating for several hours at the deepest point of the sixth layer, Max slowly opened his eyes. The sea of flames still raged around him with the same ferocity as before, yet something inside him had changed. + +The golden radiance within the flame branch of the Chaos Tree had stabilized. The leaves no longer absorbed the surrounding energy with the same hunger. + +"Chaos Tree has stopped absorbing the energy here," Max muttered quietly, sensing the shift with clarity. + +He extended his perception inward once more to confirm his observation. The golden strands of flame energy that had previously poured endlessly into the glowing leaves were now thinning. The tree was no longer drawing them in actively. It was not rejection, but rather a sign that the energy density at this depth had reached its limit in terms of nourishment. + +"The energy here is no longer strong enough to sustain further growth," he concluded calmly. + +There was no disappointment in his expression. Instead, his eyes shone with steady determination. + +"Time to head deeper." + +He rose from his seated position and dusted off his robes lightly, though the flames had already burned away any impurities. Without hesitation, Max stepped forward and began advancing once again. + +The oppressive heat surged around him as if sensing his renewed intent. The pressure increased sharply the moment he crossed into the seventh layer. + +Unlike before, he did not slow down to test his limits gradually. His movements were controlled and purposeful. He passed through the outer region of the seventh layer without pause, enduring the intensified flame laws that pressed down on him from every direction. + +The air here felt denser, almost viscous, as though the flames themselves possessed substance. + +He continued walking until he reached the deepest part of the seventh layer. + +The pressure there was vastly different from that of the sixth layer. The flame laws were more concentrated, their structure clearer and far more domineering. The fire no longer merely burned. It asserted authority. + +Max stood upright amidst the blazing inferno and gently closed his eyes. He did not immediately sit down. Instead, he remained standing, allowing his senses to fully absorb the environment. His consciousness spread outward, tracing the rhythm of the flame laws, examining their intricate patterns and subtle fluctuations. + +"The energy here is good, and so are the flame laws," he murmured softly after several breaths. + +A faint satisfaction appeared in his gaze. + +Without wasting another moment, Max lowered himself into a cross legged position once more. His back remained straight as his breathing gradually slowed into a steady rhythm. Once again, he divided his focus into two distinct paths. + +One part of his mind immersed itself in comprehending the flame laws of the seventh layer, carefully refining his understanding for the Cosmic Path. The other part guided the Chaos Tree to draw in the surrounding flame based energy. + +This time, the golden strands were denser and far more vibrant. As they flowed into the inner world, the flame leaves upon the Chaos Tree glowed brighter than before. The branch trembled faintly as though awakening to a deeper resonance. + +The process, however, was not rapid. The energy was stronger, but refining it into true nourishment required time. The flame laws here were more complex, demanding careful comprehension. Every thread of understanding had to be grasped, stabilized, and integrated. + +While Max remained seated in silent meditation within the seventh layer, the situation in the upper layers grew increasingly tense. + +Isabella stood within the ninth layer, her Imperial Bloodline radiating fiercely as she struggled against the crushing weight of the flame laws. Sweat beaded along her temples as she forced herself forward step by step. The flames around her flared white and gold, colliding violently with her aura. + +Zain, meanwhile, was in the tenth layer. His expression was grave as he endured the overwhelming pressure that bore down on him like a collapsing sky. Each movement required immense effort. The fire there was no longer something that could be resisted casually. It tested willpower as much as strength. + +Compared to their intense struggle, Max’s figure in the seventh layer appeared calm and unmoving + +Isabella had advanced swiftly through the first half of the ninth layer, her Imperial Bloodline radiating with steady brilliance as she pushed through the surging sea of flames. Her movements were smooth at first, her aura stabilizing the violent fire laws that tried to suppress her. + +Each step she took seemed to carve a path through the inferno, leaving behind a faint ripple in the burning air. + +However, as she reached the latter half of the ninth layer, the true difficulty of the Path to Eternal Flames revealed itself before her. + +The pressure intensified abruptly, no longer a steady burden but a crushing force that pressed down from every direction. It felt as though the space itself had solidified, compressing her body and soul simultaneously. Isabella slowed, her brows knitting together as the invisible weight forced her steps to become heavier. + +Yet it was not only the pressure that halted her advance. + +Before her, countless strands of flaming laws intertwined in midair, forming a dense and intricate blockade. The fire here no longer behaved like a chaotic storm. It had structure. It had pattern. The flame laws gathered ahead of her like a woven barrier, each thread pulsating with authority. They obstructed her path deliberately, as though testing her qualification to proceed. + +Isabella attempted to step forward, but the moment her aura touched that dense convergence of laws, it was repelled. Her Imperial Bloodline flared instinctively, golden light erupting from her body as she resisted the suppression. Even so, she found herself unable to advance further. + +She quickly understood the nature of the trial before her. + +If she wished to move forward, she had two choices. She could patiently comprehend the flaming laws that blocked her path, refining them and merging them into her own Flame Concept until resonance allowed her passage. Or she could attempt to force her way through using raw strength and bloodline authority, much like Zain had done in the earlier layers. + +Her eyes flickered with determination as she weighed the cost of each option. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1452.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1452.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02d55b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1452.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1445: Zain Heron!" +slug: "ch-1452" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1452 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1200 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Meanwhile, Zain was facing a similar challenge, but the intensity he endured was on an entirely different level. + +Within the tenth layer, the pressure was no longer merely oppressive. It was suffocating. The flame laws there were thicker and far more violent, twisting around him like living chains. Every step he took required immense effort. His aura blazed fiercely, pushing back against the inferno that sought to engulf him. + +The fact that he had already reached the deepest region of the tenth layer was enough to demonstrate the terrifying extent of his strength. + +Outside the Path to Eternal Flames, every gaze was fixed upon him. + +The elders leaned forward unconsciously. The family heads maintained composed expressions, yet their eyes betrayed their anticipation. Even those who had dismissed the possibility earlier now felt a faint stirring of expectation. + +They all wanted to witness whether he could enter the eleventh layer. + +On the projection screen, Zain’s figure moved slowly. + +Nine thousand eight hundred miles. + +Nine thousand eight hundred and fifty miles. + +Nine thousand nine hundred miles. + +Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty miles. + +Each additional fifty miles that he crossed seemed to demand hours of struggle. In the earlier layers, a hundred miles could be traversed within minutes. Now, progress came at the cost of relentless resistance and unwavering will. + +His breathing grew heavier, though his expression remained resolute. Flames surged around him like a roaring ocean, colliding against his aura in violent waves. The border of the tenth layer loomed ahead, shimmering faintly as the transition point to the eleventh layer. + +As Zain reached the very edge of the tenth layer, a tense silence fell over the viewing platform. + +No one spoke. + +Several elders clenched their fists unconsciously. Even Garry Heron’s confident smile faded into focused seriousness. Lady Virelia watched quietly, her gaze unwavering. + +For a brief moment, Zain’s figure seemed to falter as the pressure peaked at the boundary. + +Then, with a surge of blazing aura, he stepped forward. + +The invisible barrier trembled. + +And in the next instant, Zain crossed the border and entered the eleventh layer. + +The moment Zain’s figure stepped firmly into the eleventh layer, the entire viewing platform erupted into noise. The oppressive tension that had gripped the elders and family heads dissolved in an instant, replaced by astonishment and admiration. + +On the massive floating screens, Zain stood amidst the raging flames of the eleventh layer, his aura blazing like a pillar of fire that refused to bow. + +For a brief second, even the most composed among the Seven Family heads could not hide the flicker of shock in their eyes. + +The eleventh layer. + +It was not merely a higher stage. Even though it wasn’t as legendary as the 12th layer, it was still a realm that only the most terrifying geniuses in history had ever touched. To step into it was to etch one’s name among legends.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +Garry Heron’s eyes shone with pride as he stared at Zain’s figure. His lips curved upward slowly, and this time there was no hint of forced confidence in his expression. His descendant had truly accomplished what very few had managed in centuries. + +Victor Veron was the first to break the silence. He let out a hearty laugh and turned toward Garry. + +"Haha, congratulations, Garry. Someone from your family has reached the eleventh layer of the Path to Eternal Flames. It seems the Heron Family has produced a truly remarkable descendant." + +His tone carried genuine acknowledgment. There was no sarcasm in his words this time. + +Henry Lumin followed soon after, nodding with a faint smile. + +"Garry, I must admit, I underestimated Zain. Entering the eleventh layer at the Rebirth Realm is no small feat. Your Heron Family should be proud of him." + +Lilith Carol clasped her hands lightly, her elegant face reflecting admiration as she spoke. + +"Congratulations, Garry. Zain’s talent is undeniable. Reaching the eleventh layer places him among the most outstanding disciples of this generation. The Heron Family’s foundation is indeed formidable." + +Matthew Grimes looked at the screen thoughtfully before shifting his gaze to Garry. + +"This achievement is extraordinary," he said calmly. "History remembers those who step into the eleventh layer. Zain has proven himself worthy of that remembrance. You have raised him well." + +Another family head, whose expression had remained stern until now, inclined his head slightly. + +"To break into the eleventh layer requires not only strength but also unyielding will. Zain has both. Garry, the Heron Family’s future appears bright." + +One after another, the heads of the Seven Families voiced their congratulations, their tones ranging from measured respect to open admiration. Even those who had once dismissed Garry’s earlier confidence could no longer deny the reality before them. + +Garry Heron listened to each word, his chest rising subtly with pride. He did not laugh loudly or boast as he often did. Instead, he nodded slowly. + +"Zain has always carried the spirit of the Heron Family within him," Garry replied, his voice steady but filled with satisfaction. + +On the screen, Zain stood firm within the eleventh layer, surrounded by flames that burned fiercer than anything below. His figure appeared smaller against the overwhelming sea of fire, yet his presence felt larger than ever. + +At that moment, the Heron Family’s standing among the Seven Families subtly rose. + +"Oh, look. Isabella has also entered the tenth layer." + +A voice rang out sharply across the viewing platform as one of the elders pointed toward a smaller projection screen displaying Isabella’s figure. The sudden exclamation drew everyone’s attention away from Zain for a brief moment. + +On the screen, Isabella’s radiant aura flared brilliantly as she stepped across the boundary separating the ninth and tenth layers. + +The moment her figure stabilized within the tenth layer, a wave of relieved excitement spread among the gathered elders. + +"She has done it. Good." + +"With her reaching the tenth layer, we now have two disciples at the tenth layer or beyond in this trial. This can already be considered an outstanding performance." + +"Even though Isabella’s performance may not match Zain’s current achievement, it is still among the best we have seen in many years. Reaching the tenth layer is no small accomplishment. Not many within the Black Dragon Clan have ever reached that height." + +The elders nodded in agreement as they watched Isabella steady herself amidst the fierce flames of the tenth layer. The fire there burned with a purity and authority far beyond the lower regions. Her Imperial Bloodline shimmered around her like a protective veil, resisting the oppressive force pressing down from every direction. + +Even the elders from various halls who had no direct connection to her lineage felt a sense of satisfaction. Isabella was not from their respective halls, yet she was still a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace, which itself stood as one of the pillars of the Black Dragon Clan. + +Her success reflected upon the entire clan. In moments like this, internal rivalries were overshadowed by collective pride. + +That was what mattered most to them. + +The Path to Eternal Flames was not merely a personal trial. It was a measure of the clan’s future strength. To have two disciples reach such heights in a single trial cycle was something worth celebrating. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1453.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1453.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a96d1f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1453.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1446: Proud Moment for Black Dragon Clan!" +slug: "ch-1453" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1453 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1095 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seraphina Vale’s laughter rang clearly above the murmurs. + +"Haha, I knew Isabella would reach the tenth layer," she said, her eyes shining with unrestrained joy. + +Among all the elders present, she appeared the happiest. The pride on her face was unmistakable. Just as Lady Virelia had personally guided Max over the months in the Divine Realm, it was Seraphina who had overseen Isabella’s cultivation and growth. She had witnessed every breakthrough, every struggle, every moment of doubt that Isabella had overcome. + +To see her now standing within the tenth layer of the Path to Eternal Flames was more than a public achievement. It was the result of years of guidance and trust. + +Seraphina folded her arms lightly as she watched Isabella endure the fierce pressure of the tenth layer. + +"She will not disappoint," she added confidently. + +Around her, the elders continued to observe the screens with renewed enthusiasm. With Zain in the eleventh layer and Isabella in the tenth, this trial had already exceeded expectations. + +On the other side of the viewing platform, the Seven Family heads observed the developments with composed expressions. They were satisfied, yet not all of them were completely content. + +Henry Lumin let out a quiet sigh as he watched Isabella stabilize herself within the tenth layer. His gaze lingered on her figure, noting the faint tremor in her aura and the strain evident in her posture. + +"It seems she has exhausted herself fully just to reach the tenth layer," Henry said slowly. "That means she has little hope of stepping into the eleventh layer. I had hoped she would reach it." + +There was no disappointment in his tone toward Isabella herself. Rather, it was the frustration of a patriarch who wished to see his family’s rising star break even greater boundaries. + +Victor Veron turned toward him with a faint smile. + +"Do not be so down, Henry," Victor said calmly. "The tenth layer is already an extraordinary accomplishment within the Path to Eternal Flames. Many talented disciples struggle even to approach it. You should feel nothing but pride." + +He gestured lightly toward the projection screen. + +"Moreover, she is the Saintess in training. Her future achievements will surely surpass what we see today." + +Lilith Carol inclined her head slightly as she added her thoughts. + +"Isabella’s full potential has not yet awakened," she said thoughtfully. "When her Imperial Bloodline reaches complete maturity, she will no longer resemble the person we see now. At that time, she will become a true monster among geniuses. Even the geniuses from the first rate forces will find it difficult to stand against her." + +Her words were not exaggerated praise. They were spoken with quiet confidence in the power of the Imperial Bloodline. + +Matthew Grimes folded his hands behind his back and spoke in a steady tone. + +"In the coming years, the Black Dragon Clan will depend greatly on her," he said. "She is the hope of our clan’s future. Henry, you should take pride in the fact that your family produced such a descendant." + +Henry listened to their reassurances and finally allowed a faint smile to appear on his face. The earlier tension in his expression eased slightly. + +"You are right," he said with a nod. "Regardless of whether she reaches the eleventh layer today, her foundation is already extraordinary." + +Deep down, he understood the truth of their words. The performance Isabella had displayed was already remarkable. Reaching the tenth layer placed her among the most outstanding disciples of her generation. + +More importantly, the mere fact that she had awakened the Imperial Bloodline had already transformed the status of the Lumin Family within the clan. + +Before her awakening, the Lumin Family had remained respectable but not dominant. Now, with Isabella carrying the Saintess title in training, their influence had risen sharply. They stood firmly among the top three families, just below the Grimes Family and the Heron Family. + +For Henry, that alone was a source of immense pride.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +As he looked once more at Isabella standing resolute within the flames of the tenth layer, his earlier sigh turned into quiet satisfaction. + +"Hmm? Look at Max. He has reached the eighth layer." + +The sudden remark caused a ripple across the viewing platform as heads turned toward another projection screen. + +Until that moment, the attention of nearly everyone had been fixed on Zain in the eleventh layer and Isabella in the tenth. In the midst of that intense focus, Max had quietly advanced without attracting notice. + +On the screen, Max was no longer in the seventh layer. + +He was seated cross legged at the deepest part of the eighth layer, surrounded by flames that burned far more fiercely than before. + +The fire there roared with greater density, and the flame laws were visibly thicker, forming a swirling storm around his unmoving figure. Yet he appeared calm, as though the surrounding inferno were nothing more than a gentle breeze. + +A brief silence followed as the elders processed what they were seeing. + +They had been so absorbed in the dramatic struggle of the upper layers that they had failed to notice Max crossing an entire layer in the meantime. + +"He is making steady progress," Matthew Grimes said with a faint smile as he studied the screen carefully. "It makes me wonder how far he will go if he continues at this pace." + +His words carried thoughtful curiosity rather than blind praise. + +At that moment, many of the elders who had earlier dismissed Max’s chances began to observe him more closely. The fact that he had reached the eighth layer without drawing attention spoke of quiet persistence. There had been no dramatic surge of aura, no desperate burst of force. He had simply advanced. + +A subtle stir of curiosity spread among the Seven Family heads. + +How far would Max truly go? + +"Hehe, I would say the eighth layer is his limit at most," Seraphina said with a faint smile, her eyes sliding toward Lady Virelia. The tone in her voice was light, but the intent behind her gaze was sharp. "He has already spent so much time meditating in the lower layers. There is no comparison between him and Isabella." + +Her words were clearly aimed to provoke. + +Lady Virelia, however, did not even glance in her direction. Her expression remained serene, her eyes fixed on the projection displaying Max’s still figure within the blazing eighth layer. She neither refuted nor acknowledged Seraphina’s remark. + +Seraphina snorted softly at the lack of reaction. + +"I will see how you react when Max fails to surpass Isabella," she muttered under her breath, her smile tightening slightly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1454.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1454.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d0cf26 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1454.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1447: Ejection from the trials!" +slug: "ch-1454" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1454 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Before anyone could respond further, a sudden fluctuation occurred within the Path to Eternal Flames. + +Isabella’s figure flickered violently on the screen. + +In the next instant, a surge of light enveloped her body, and she was forcefully ejected from the trial. Her form appeared outside the massive dome that housed the Path, descending rapidly before landing not far from the gathering of elders and the Seven Family heads. + +A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd. + +Around the area, many disciples were already seated or standing quietly, having been teleported out long before her after reaching their own limits. Compared to them, Isabella’s arrival carried far greater weight. The Saintess in training had reached the tenth layer before being expelled, an achievement that set her apart from nearly everyone else present. + +Isabella steadied herself upon landing, her breathing heavy but controlled. The lingering aura of the tenth layer’s flames still clung faintly to her body, a testament to the intensity she had endured. + +"Isabella, you did well." + +Seraphina Vale moved swiftly through the gathered disciples and arrived before her, her expression filled with clear approval. She placed a steady hand on Isabella’s shoulder as she spoke, her voice warm yet dignified. + +"You have reached the tenth layer. That alone places you among the finest of this generation. It is more than enough. I am very satisfied." + +Isabella straightened slightly despite the lingering exhaustion in her limbs. A faint smile appeared on her face as she bowed her head respectfully. + +"Thank you, Master," she replied sincerely. + +Although her body still carried the strain of the tenth layer, her gaze instinctively drifted toward the massive projection screens hovering above the platform. Only two figures remained displayed within the Path to Eternal Flames. + +One of them was Zain, his blazing silhouette still enduring the fierce pressure of the eleventh layer. + +The other figure caused her eyes to narrow. + +Max. + +He was seated cross legged within the eighth layer, surrounded by swirling flames yet remaining perfectly still. + +"What? Max is still inside the Path to Eternal Flames?" Isabella blurted out, unable to suppress her surprise. A look of genuine shock crossed her face as she stared at his unmoving figure. + +She had assumed that he would have been eliminated long before her. + +Seraphina Vale noticed her reaction and smiled lightly. + +"Do not concern yourself with him," she said in a calm and reassuring tone. "He is advancing at a very slow pace. He only managed to reach the eighth layer after spending excessive time meditating below. Even now, he is seated there again. It is unclear whether he even has the strength to step into the ninth layer." + +Her words carried a subtle dismissal. + +Hearing this, Isabella’s tense expression softened slightly. She exhaled quietly, a faint sense of relief rising within her. + +"It seems I overestimated him," she said to herself. + +In her mind, the eighth layer was not a realm worth admiration. Compared to the crushing intensity she had endured in the tenth layer, remaining in the eighth appeared insignificant. The fact that Max was still meditating there made her assume he was struggling to advance further. + +She shook her head lightly, a trace of disdain flickering in her gaze. + +To her, such a level of strength could not even be compared to her own. She believed it wouldn’t be long before Max was ejected from the Path to Eternal Flames. + +Before she could think further, a sudden disturbance rippled across the platform. + +A powerful fluctuation of flame energy erupted near the dome’s boundary. + +The projection screen showing Zain flickered violently. + +In the next instant, a blazing figure shot outward from the Path to Eternal Flames and descended toward the ground. + +It was Zain. + +His body landed firmly not far from Isabella, the residual aura of the eleventh layer still radiating around him. His clothes were scorched at the edges, and faint burn marks traced along his arms. Though he remained standing, it was clear he had endured an immense struggle. + +He had reached deep into the eleventh layer, but in the end, the raging flames had overwhelmed him. The crushing pressure and the violent flame laws had knocked him unconscious for a brief moment, triggering the protective mechanism of the trial and forcibly teleporting him out. + +A wave of astonished murmurs swept through the gathered disciples and elders. + +Zain slowly steadied his breathing, his expression grave yet composed. Even in defeat, there was no shame in his posture. + +After all, he had entered the eleventh layer. + +And that alone had already carved his name into the history of the Black Dragon Clan. + +"Haha, Zain, you did well." + +Garry Heron strode forward with undisguised pride, his laughter carrying across the platform as he approached his descendant. Without hesitation, he placed a firm hand on Zain’s shoulder and gave him a solid pat, his eyes shining with satisfaction. + +At that moment, Garry felt nothing but triumph. + +It was a member of the Heron Family who had stepped into the eleventh layer of the Path to Eternal Flames. That achievement alone was enough to elevate the family’s prestige for generations. + +Even though Zain had not managed to approach the twelfth layer, Garry did not feel the slightest regret. In his eyes, the twelfth layer was a legendary domain that had remained untouched by anyone at the Rebirth Realm throughout the history of the Black Dragon Palace. + +The very idea of entering the twelfth layer at such a cultivation level bordered on myth. + +For Garry, the eleventh layer was more than sufficient. It was a mark that would allow the Heron Family to boast Zain’s accomplishment for centuries to come. Songs would be written. Records would be etched. His name would stand among the most outstanding figures the clan had ever produced. + +"You have brought honor to the Heron Family," Garry said firmly, his voice filled with pride. "The eleventh layer is no small matter." + +Zain lowered his head respectfully despite the exhaustion that lingered in his body. + +"Thank you, Family Head," he said calmly. + +Although his aura had dimmed compared to when he stood within the flames, his posture remained straight. There was fatigue in his eyes, but there was also quiet satisfaction. He had pushed himself to his utmost limit within the eleventh layer. Even in defeat, there was no shame. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1455.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1455.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..135924a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1455.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1448: An Unexpected Development!" +slug: "ch-1455" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1455 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon, the other family heads approached one after another. + +Victor Veron stepped forward first, his expression warm with genuine admiration. + +"Zain, your performance today has been remarkable," Victor said. "To step into the eleventh layer at the Rebirth Realm is something few in history have accomplished. You have earned our respect." + +Henry Lumin nodded as he added his congratulations. + +"You have demonstrated extraordinary willpower and strength. The eleventh layer is a realm many cannot even approach. Your future is bright." + +Lilith Carol offered a faint smile as she spoke. + +"Such composure even after enduring the eleventh layer’s flames shows true character. Continue cultivating with this determination. You may yet surpass even greater limits." + +Matthew Grimes observed Zain thoughtfully before giving a slight nod. + +"The Path to Eternal Flames tests more than just strength. It tests conviction. You have proven yourself worthy of standing among the elite of this generation." + +Each word carried weight. Their congratulations were not empty courtesy. Zain’s accomplishment had genuinely impressed them. + +Around them, elders and disciples alike looked upon Zain with admiration. To have reached the eleventh layer was to have crossed into a realm of legend. It was a feat that would be recorded in the annals of the Black Dragon Clan. + +Garry Heron listened to the praises with visible satisfaction. His descendant had upheld the honor of their lineage. + +Above them, the projection screens still flickered. + +Only one figure remained within the Path to Eternal Flames. + +Max, seated silently within the eighth layer. + +Within the depths of Max’s inner world, the five leaves upon the flame branch of the Chaos Tree trembled faintly as they absorbed the continuous stream of golden energy flowing in from the surroundings. + +The radiance surrounding them had grown denser than before, their surfaces shimmering with a molten glow that seemed almost alive. Yet despite the steady nourishment, something felt incomplete. + +The golden strands of energy kept merging into the leaves, refining and compressing within their structure. However, no matter how much energy was drawn in from the eighth layer, the transformation appeared stalled at a critical threshold. The leaves pulsed, but they did not evolve. They glowed, but they did not change in essence. + +Max sensed this limitation clearly. + +"It seems the energies in the lower layers of the Path to Eternal Flames are not strong enough to fully nourish the Chaos Tree," he thought calmly as he observed the stagnation. "If this process is to continue, I need to head deeper." + +The conclusion formed naturally in his mind. + +He slowly opened his eyes, the blazing flames of the eighth layer reflecting in his calm gaze. After making up his decision, he rose to his feet and stretched his limbs lightly, allowing the tension accumulated from hours of meditation to disperse. There was no hesitation in his movements. + +With steady steps, Max advanced toward the boundary separating the eighth and ninth layers. + +The moment he crossed that invisible threshold, a violent surge of pressure descended upon him. + +Bang. + +It felt as though he had stepped into an entirely different world. + +The weight of the ninth layer was not merely an incremental increase. It was a dramatic escalation. The air grew thick and oppressive, pressing against his body with suffocating force. The flames around him were darker and more turbulent, their movements erratic yet governed by intricate patterns of chaotic law. + +"The pressure here is many times stronger than that of the eighth layer," Max muttered softly as he closed his eyes to sense more clearly. "The chaotic flame laws are also far denser. They gather in formations, almost like barriers." + +Indeed, the fire within the ninth layer did not swirl randomly. The chaotic flame laws intertwined ahead of him, forming condensed clusters that blocked forward movement. They felt alive, as though actively resisting intrusion. Each strand of law carried a fierce authority, and together they created a suffocating blockade. + +Max remained standing still for a moment, allowing the oppressive force to settle against him. His muscles tensed instinctively under the weight, yet his expression remained composed. + +He quickly understood that things had become significantly more difficult. + +The ninth layer was no longer a place where one could simply endure and advance steadily. If he wished to continue deeper into this layer, he had only two options. + +He could force his way forward, relying on brute strength to shatter the chaotic flame formations that obstructed him. + +Or he could comprehend the chaotic flame laws woven throughout this layer, unravel their structure, and align himself with them to pass through without conflict. + +Max’s eyes slowly opened, a faint gleam appearing within them as he faced the raging inferno ahead. + +He advanced deeper into the ninth layer until he reached roughly eight thousand one hundred miles. There, he came to a stop and allowed himself to fully experience the chaotic flame laws pressing upon him. + +The sensation was overwhelming. It felt as though he had sunk to the bottom of a vast ocean, with endless waves crashing down from every direction. The pressure did not merely push against his body. It seeped into his bones, pressed against his meridians, and weighed upon his very soul. + +The chaotic flame laws swirled around him in dense formations, intertwining and colliding like violent currents beneath a stormy sea. Each strand carried fierce authority. Together, they created an environment that would have crushed an ordinary cultivator instantly. + +This was how much pressure the ninth layer exerted. + +Yet Max stood calmly amidst it. + +He closed his eyes and allowed his consciousness to expand outward, tracing the structure of the chaotic flame laws. Unlike the lower layers, the fire here was unstable and wild, yet beneath that apparent chaos lay an intricate order. + +The laws intertwined in patterns that were difficult to perceive at first glance, but once focused upon, they revealed a deeper rhythm. + +As he immersed himself in comprehension, he also sensed the quality of energy saturating this region. + +The golden strands that entered his body were far denser than those in the eighth layer. They did not trickle inward. They surged in powerful streams. The moment they entered his body, they were drawn toward the Chaos Tree and devoured without hesitation. + +Within his inner world, the flame branch trembled with renewed vigor. + +Just as Max was concentrating fully on unraveling the chaotic flame laws, a sudden loud boom echoed inside his body. + +The sound was not external. + +It originated from within. + +In the same instant, a powerful wave of energy erupted outward from him. The chaotic flame laws pressing against his figure were forcibly pushed back, as though struck by an invisible shockwave. The dense formations around him were momentarily scattered, creating a brief pocket of calm in the raging inferno. + +Max’s eyes snapped open in shock. + +"What the hell?" + +His mind reacted instantly. He sent his consciousness inward to examine the source of the disturbance. + +The sight that greeted him caused his heart to skip a beat. + +Beside one of the five glowing flame leaves on the Chaos Tree of the flaming branch, a small bud had appeared. + +It was delicate yet radiant, its surface shimmering with faint golden light. Unlike the mature leaves, this bud pulsed with a different kind of energy. It was neither fully formed nor fragile. It felt like the beginning of something immense. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1456.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1456.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ccc3caf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1456.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1449: A Bud!" +slug: "ch-1456" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1456 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1261 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"A bud?" Max muttered in disbelief. + +He focused carefully and immediately noticed something even more astonishing. The bud was devouring the golden energy at a far greater rate than the Chaos Tree itself had done before. The dense streams of flame energy entering his body were being drawn directly into the bud, as if it possessed its own gravitational pull. + +The five leaves still glowed, but the bud consumed with greater hunger. + +More than that, the aura emanating from the bud was profoundly different. It was not merely flame based. It carried an ancient stillness, a vastness that felt boundless. As Max sensed it more clearly, a strange familiarity washed over him. + +The aura gave him the feeling of standing before the doors of his dimensions. + +Calm. + +Ancient. + +Immovable. + +It did not burn like flame. It did not rage like chaos. It simply existed, as though it had always been there, waiting. + +Max’s expression grew serious. + +This was no ordinary evolution of the flame branch. + +The bud felt like the embryonic form of something far greater than a mere concept. + +And for the first time, Max sensed that the Chaos Tree might be stepping into a realm beyond his current understanding. + +"The rate at which this bud is devouring the energy of the ninth layer... it will not take long before all of it is consumed," Max muttered as realization dawned upon him. + +The golden streams pouring into his body were no longer merely nourishing the flame leaves. They were being drawn toward the newly formed bud with overwhelming hunger. It was as though the bud had opened an invisible vortex, pulling in the surrounding energy without restraint. + +The density of golden light around him thinned perceptibly, the chaotic flame laws losing a portion of their cohesion as their foundation was steadily absorbed. + +Max did not hesitate. + +With the pressure around him momentarily destabilized by the earlier shockwave and the bud’s relentless consumption, he stepped forward decisively and advanced deeper into the ninth layer. + +The chaotic flame formations that had previously acted as dense blockades were scattered and weakened. Without their stable structure, they no longer pressed against him with the same suffocating authority. + +He increased his speed. + +The flames roared around him, yet they no longer felt insurmountable. The bud within the Chaos Tree continued devouring energy at an astonishing rate, reducing the resistance that would normally bind him in place. + +Eight thousand two hundred miles. + +Eight thousand three hundred miles. + +Eight thousand four hundred miles. + +He did not slow. + +Each step covered distance that would have taken hours for others at this layer. The deeper he moved, the more energy was pulled into his body, and the more the chaotic flame laws destabilized around him. + +The path that had once seemed like an ocean floor crushing down upon him now parted like turbulent waters forced aside by a powerful current. + +Outside the dome of the Path to Eternal Flames, the change did not go unnoticed. + +The projection screen displaying Max’s figure suddenly drew the attention of nearly everyone present. + +"How can his pace be so fast in the ninth layer?" one elder exclaimed, unable to conceal his shock. + +"I am equally astonished," another added quickly. "Even Zain was not this swift when he traversed the ninth layer." + +Several disciples leaned forward instinctively, their eyes wide as they watched Max’s figure advance at a speed that defied their expectations. + +"At this rate, he will enter the tenth layer very soon," someone murmured. "If that happens, his achievement will rival that of the Saintess in training, Isabella Lumin." + +A ripple of murmurs spread through the gathered crowd. + +"But the real question is how?" another elder demanded, his brows deeply furrowed. "He moved so slowly through the lower layers, spending hours meditating at every stage. Now, at the ninth layer, where the pressure is far greater, he suddenly sprints forward as though the chaotic flame laws cannot restrain him. What is happening to him?" + +The elders of the Thirty Six Halls exchanged confused glances. They could not comprehend how Max appeared almost unaffected by the chaotic flame laws that had halted so many others. On the screen, the fire surged violently around him, yet it seemed to part subtly in his wake. + +There was no visible explosion of aura from him. No dramatic display of force. + +He simply moved forward. + +To the observers, it was incomprehensible. + +To Max, however, the explanation was unfolding within his inner world. + +The bud upon the Chaos Tree continued to pulse with ancient stillness, devouring the very essence that gave structure to the ninth layer. + +And with each step he took, the balance of the trial quietly shifted. + +"How could he be so fast?" + +The words slipped from Isabella Lumin’s lips before she could stop them. She was the one who was shocked and impacted the most from what was happening at the ninth layer. + +Her eyes were fixed on the projection above, watching Max’s figure advance rapidly through the ninth layer. The flames around him surged violently, yet he moved as though the crushing pressure and dense chaotic laws posed no obstacle at all. + +Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing. + +When she had traversed the ninth layer, every step had felt like dragging a mountain across her shoulders. The pressure had pressed into her bones, the chaotic flame laws forming barriers that forced her to pause repeatedly to comprehend and refine her own understanding before advancing. + +She had poured every ounce of her will, bloodline authority, and comprehension into breaking through that blockade. Only by exhausting herself completely had she managed to step into the tenth layer. + +And yet now, before her eyes, Max was sprinting. + +He was not walking cautiously. He was not meditating between intervals. He was moving with a steady and almost effortless pace, covering distance that had taken her hours in mere moments. + +Her fingers tightened unconsciously at her sides. + +This level of disparity was something she could not easily reconcile. + +It was not simply a matter of talent. It was not even the difference between one layer or another. It was the manner in which he advanced that unsettled her. His earlier progress had been slow, almost unimpressive. He had lingered in the lower layers, sitting in meditation for extended periods. Many had assumed he was struggling. + +She herself had assumed so. + +Yet now, in the ninth layer where the true difficulty revealed itself, he displayed a speed that even Zain had not shown when he crossed that same region. + +Her thoughts churned restlessly. + +How could someone who appeared so measured in the lower layers suddenly surge forward like this in a higher layer? How could he treat the chaotic flame laws that had nearly halted her as though they were little more than background noise? + +The projection showed him passing another milestone, the flames parting subtly as he advanced deeper. + +Isabella felt a sharp discomfort in her chest. + +She had taken pride in reaching the tenth layer. She had believed that achievement established a clear boundary between herself and others of the same realm. Yet watching Max’s rapid progress through the ninth layer made that boundary feel unstable. + +She did not want to admit it, even to herself. + +But she could not ignore the growing unease. + +If he maintained that pace, he would soon stand at the edge of the tenth layer as well. + +And the thought of him reaching the same height without the visible struggle she had endured was something she found difficult to accept. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1457.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1457.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c813c07 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1457.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1450: Isabella’s Anxiousness!" +slug: "ch-1457" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1457 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as every pair of eyes remained fixed upon the projection screens above, Max’s figure surged toward the deepest region of the ninth layer. The flames around him twisted violently, yet they could not slow his advance. + +The chaotic flame laws that had once formed dense barriers now appeared unstable wherever he passed, their structure thinning as though something unseen was unraveling their foundation. + +Eight thousand nine hundred miles. + +The number glowed faintly upon the projection display. + +Beyond that point, only a little more than one hundred miles separated him from the boundary of the tenth layer. + +A heavy silence descended over the viewing platform. + +"He will soon reach the same level as me," Isabella muttered under her breath, her expression frozen in disbelief. + +Her eyes did not blink as she watched his figure move with relentless momentum. The memory of her earlier bet with Max resurfaced with painful clarity. She had spoken with confidence at that time, believing there was no possibility of him surpassing her in this trial. If he did, she would have to serve as his maid for ten years. + +At the time, it had seemed like nothing more than a humiliating condition for him, a display of her superiority. + +Now the situation felt entirely different. + +The thought of losing that bet sent a cold chill through her heart. She was the Saintess in training. She carried the Imperial Bloodline. Her pride had been nurtured since childhood. To imagine herself standing behind someone else, serving them for ten years, was a humiliation she could scarcely bear in thought. + +Her fingers clenched tightly at her sides. + +Deep regret began to seep into her mind. + +Why had she made such a reckless wager? + +Why had she spoken with such certainty? + +Her gaze remained locked on Max’s sprinting figure as he approached the final stretch of the ninth layer. The flames roared around him like a storm, yet he did not hesitate. He did not pause. He did not meditate. + +He simply advanced. + +Inside her heart, an anxious voice cried out. + +No. + +No. + +No. + +Stop. + +Please stop. + +She did not speak the words aloud, yet her entire being wished for him to halt, to falter, to slow down even slightly before reaching the boundary. + +But Max did not slow. + +His figure crossed the final one hundred miles in what felt like mere moments. + +The boundary of the tenth layer shimmered faintly before him, a thin yet formidable threshold that marked the same realm she had struggled so fiercely to attain. + +And then, without hesitation, he stepped across it. + +Max entered the tenth layer. + +A collective gasp rose from the crowd. + +Isabella’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the projection in stunned silence. + +"Max has entered the tenth layer. Amazing." + +An elder’s voice rang out in open shock as he stared at the projection screen. His reaction was echoed by murmurs spreading rapidly across the viewing platform. The disbelief was visible on nearly every face. No one had expected Max to advance so far in the Path to Eternal Flames, let alone step into the tenth layer. + +The entire Black Dragon Palace seemed momentarily stunned. + +Many had assumed he would struggle in the lower layers and eventually be eliminated quietly. Even those who acknowledged his talent did not predict that he would stand on equal footing with Isabella in this trial. Yet the projection before them displayed the undeniable truth. Max had crossed the boundary. + +A wave of astonishment swept through the disciples gathered around the dome. Whispers turned into open exclamations as they tried to comprehend what they had just witnessed. + +"Damn this kid," Seraphina Vale muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she fixed her gaze on Max’s figure within the tenth layer. + +Her earlier confidence had begun to crack. + +The possibility that she might lose the bet she had made with Lady Virelia gnawed at her pride. The thought alone irritated her deeply. She had been certain that Isabella would remain ahead of Max. She had spoken boldly. Now, the situation was no longer within her control. + +"It is all because of this kid," she murmured again, a faint shadow of resentment appearing in her eyes as she watched the projection. + +Meanwhile, not far from her, an elder approached Lady Virelia with a light chuckle. + +"Hehe, congratulations, Virelia," he said with a smile. "The disciple you selected continues to create wonders." + +Another elder nodded in agreement. + +"That is true. First he claimed the Sword of the Sword Sovereign, something no one expected. Then he defeated the geniuses from the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan. And now he has reached the tenth layer in the Path to Eternal Flames. Each time we think we have seen his limit, he proves otherwise." + +A third elder folded his hands behind his back as he added thoughtfully, "No matter what trial he faces, miracles seem to follow him. This is no coincidence. He is undoubtedly a true genius." + +"Virelia, you truly did a great job recruiting Max into the Black Dragon Palace." + +Matthew Grimes stepped forward with a faint smile as he spoke, his tone carrying clear approval. His gaze remained fixed on the projection above, yet his words were directed toward Lady Virelia. "Regarding the request you submitted a few months ago, I will approve it." + +A subtle smile appeared on Lady Virelia’s face upon hearing his words. She inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. + +"Thank you," she replied calmly. + +Although her voice remained composed, the approval carried significant weight. Matthew Grimes did not grant such concessions lightly. The fact that he was willing to support her request was a direct recognition of Max’s value to the Black Dragon Clan. + +Above them, the projection continued to display Max’s figure standing at the entrance of the tenth layer. The flames there burned fiercely, darker and more oppressive than those below. Yet Max stood still, his posture relaxed, as though he were merely observing a calm landscape. + +"Hm. Now the real question is how far Max can go within the tenth layer," Victor Veron said thoughtfully, drawing everyone’s attention back to the screen. + +The family heads and elders followed his gaze. + +They were familiar with Max’s pattern by now. He did not charge recklessly into unfamiliar territory. He would first stand still, assess the pressure and laws surrounding him, and only then make his move. His calm at the entrance of the tenth layer did not indicate hesitation. It signaled calculation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1458.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1458.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7492cd1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1458.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1451: Surpassing Isabella!" +slug: "ch-1458" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1458 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I would say he could reach at least the middle of the tenth layer, perhaps even approach its peak," Lilith Carol said after a moment of consideration. "The pace at which he crossed the ninth layer is what shapes my judgment. His performance there was extraordinary." + +Henry Lumin’s expression darkened slightly as he spoke next. + +"Isabella reached nine thousand three hundred miles in the ninth layer before entering the tenth," he said slowly. "Given Max’s current momentum, there is a high chance he will surpass her performance here." + +There was no bitterness in his voice, but the surprise remained evident. He had expected Zain to exceed Isabella’s achievement. That much he could accept. But the emergence of another genius capable of rivaling or surpassing a Saintess in training was something he had not anticipated. + +Matthew Grimes nodded faintly. + +"He should be able to surpass Isabella’s distance," he said with an easy smile. "However, how far he can go within the tenth layer is far more difficult to predict." + +Unlike some of the others, Matthew’s satisfaction was genuine and unreserved. Max had been recruited into their ranks. Every step he took within the Path to Eternal Flames strengthened the prestige of the Black Dragon Clan as a whole. Whatever heights he reached would be recorded under their banner. + +Not everyone shared that satisfaction. + +Garry Heron stood slightly apart from the others, his expression rigid. Unlike earlier when Zain had entered the eleventh layer and pride had filled his face, now there was no warmth in his eyes. + +Only a cold shadow lingered there. + +Once, he had attempted to recruit Max into the Heron Family. He had extended offers and exerted pressure, confident that he could secure such a promising talent. That effort had ended in failure. Max had not joined him. Instead, he had aligned himself elsewhere. + +That rejection had not faded from Garry’s memory. + +As he watched Max standing calmly within the tenth layer, Garry’s fingers tightened slightly behind his back. In his gaze, there was no admiration. + +Only resentment simmered beneath the surface. + +Max’s rise had not been confined to a single event. From seizing the Sword of the Sword Sovereign, an artifact that had resisted countless prodigies, to overcoming the talented disciples of rival clans, he had repeatedly demonstrated a capacity to defy expectations. + +Now, standing within the tenth layer of the Path to Eternal Flames, he had once again shattered the assumptions of those who underestimated him. + +Lady Virelia listened quietly, her expression composed. A faint smile touched her lips, though she did not respond with boastful words from either the elders of the family heads. + +On the projection screen, Max’s figure stood amidst the raging flames of the tenth layer, the chaotic fire swirling violently around him. + +The murmurs of the crowd continued to rise. + +One thing had become undeniable to everyone. + +Max was no ordinary genius. + +"Look. Max has started moving." + +An elder’s voice rang out sharply across the viewing platform, instantly drawing every gaze toward the massive projection overhead. The moment he spoke, the once still figure at the entrance of the tenth layer began to advance. + +Max stepped forward without hesitation. + +The flames of the tenth layer surged violently around him, their density far beyond anything in the lower regions. The chaotic flame laws here were refined, oppressive, and heavy with authority. Yet he did not appear strained. His pace was not frantic. It was steady. + +Nine thousand one hundred miles. + +Nine thousand two hundred miles. + +Each milestone flickered faintly on the projection display. + +A tense silence fell across the platform as everyone watched the numbers climb. They all knew the significance of what was about to happen. + +Nine thousand three hundred miles. + +The number that marked Isabella Lumin’s furthest distance within the tenth layer. + +Max did not slow as he approached it. + +Nine thousand three hundred and twenty miles. + +Nine thousand three hundred and fifty miles. + +He crossed it. + +A faint wave of murmurs erupted among the elders and disciples. + +"He has surpassed nine thousand three hundred miles." + +"He has broken the Saintess in training’s record in this trial." + +The realization settled heavily upon the crowd. + +Isabella’s figure stiffened. + +Her eyes were locked onto the projection, her expression gradually losing color. She had watched him begin to move with a mix of hope and dread. Somewhere within her heart, she had wished he would falter before reaching her record. + +But he did not. + +He passed it cleanly. + +The flames that had once forced her to stop now parted around him as he continued forward. + +Isabella’s fingers trembled slightly before she clenched them tightly at her sides. The humiliation she had feared began to take shape in her mind. The memory of the wager she had made with him resurfaced vividly. + +He had now officially surpassed her performance in the Path to Eternal Flames. + +The Saintess in training had been overtaken. + +Her lips pressed into a thin line, and though she attempted to maintain composure, the shock in her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. + +Around her, the elders reacted with a mixture of astonishment and admiration. + +"Incredible." + +"He truly surpassed her." + +"Not only did he enter the tenth layer, he has now exceeded the Saintess in training’s limit." + +One elder shook his head slowly, unable to conceal his amazement. + +"This disciple continues to defy expectations." + +Even Henry Lumin stood silent for a moment, his gaze fixed upon the screen. His expression was dark, yet there was no denial in it. The numbers did not lie. + +Matthew Grimes allowed a faint smile to appear once more. + +"He keeps surprising us," he said quietly. + +Victor Veron nodded in agreement. + +"This generation truly holds monsters." + +Above them all, Max’s figure continued to advance beyond nine thousand three hundred miles, the flames of the tenth layer roaring in resistance. + +And with each step he took, the gap between him and Isabella widened further. + +"Damn this kid." + +Seraphina Vale’s jaw tightened as she stared at the projection, her eyes sharp like drawn blades. Max had already surpassed Isabella’s record, and now he was not slowing. The resentment in her gaze was unmistakable. Each step he took felt like a strike against her pride. + +Around her, however, awe was steadily replacing disbelief. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1459.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1459.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..740bc20 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1459.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1452: Anticipation at its peak!" +slug: "ch-1459" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1459 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1105 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +On the projection screen, Max continued advancing deeper into the tenth layer. The flames there were no longer merely chaotic. They were oppressive, heavy with refined law intent. The deeper he moved, the denser they became, pressing down upon him like an invisible mountain. + +"The pressure on the tenth layer has risen again," Max muttered softly as he walked forward. + +His pace was no longer the swift surge he had displayed in the ninth layer. It had slowed noticeably. Each step required more effort. The ground beneath his feet seemed to resist his advance, and the flame laws twisted around him in thicker formations. + +Yet he did not stop. + +Within his body, the mysterious bud on the flame branch of the Chaos Tree continued to devour energy at an astonishing rate. Golden strands flowed into it continuously, nourishing it. + +Because of this, Max did not need to struggle against the chaotic flame laws themselves. They were weakened wherever he stood. However, the sheer pressure of the tenth layer was another matter entirely. + +The weight pressed against his bones, slowed his breathing, and forced his muscles to tighten with each forward movement. + +Still, he advanced. + +Inside his inner world, he observed the bud carefully. + +"It is slowly growing," he thought calmly. "I wonder what will happen when it fully matures." + +The bud pulsed faintly, its aura ancient and profound. Max could sense that it required an enormous amount of energy to reach completion. The pace at which it devoured the surroundings was already terrifying, yet even so, he could feel that it was far from reaching its peak state. + +That realization only strengthened his resolve to go deeper. + +Nine thousand four hundred miles. + +Nine thousand five hundred miles. + +The moment the projection displayed the number, a low murmur swept through the viewing platform. + +"He has reached the halfway point of the tenth layer," Victor Veron said solemnly, his voice quiet yet filled with gravity. + +The statement hung heavily in the air. + +Halfway. + +Few disciples had ever reached that depth in the tenth layer. + +Isabella’s breathing grew shallow as she watched. Her earlier shock had transformed into rigid silence. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, unwilling to look away. + +Max did not pause at nine thousand five hundred miles. + +Nine thousand six hundred miles. + +A ripple of tension spread across the crowd. + +"Nine thousand six hundred." + +"Is he truly going to approach the peak?" + +Nine thousand seven hundred miles. + +The elders leaned forward unconsciously. Some clasped their hands behind their backs to steady themselves. Others whispered in disbelief. + +"Even Zain slowed considerably at this depth." + +Nine thousand eight hundred miles. + +The pressure within the tenth layer visibly intensified on the projection. The flames surged violently around Max, their density so thick that his silhouette appeared partially obscured. Yet he continued moving, step by step. + +Henry Lumin’s expression had grown completely serious. Whatever thoughts of comparison he once had were now replaced by a single realization. + +This disciple was not ordinary. + +Lilith Carol exhaled slowly. "He is still advancing." + +Matthew Grimes watched with a faint smile, though even his eyes held tension now. + +Garry Heron’s face darkened further. His fingers curled tightly behind his back. The pride he once felt for Zain’s achievement was now mixed with unwilling acknowledgment that another was pushing even closer to legend. + +Seraphina’s gaze remained fixed and cold. + +On the screen, Max pushed beyond nine thousand eight hundred miles. + +The entire platform was on edge. + +No one spoke now.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +They simply watched, waiting to see how far this relentless figure would go. + +Nine thousand eight hundred and fifty miles. + +The projection flickered faintly as Max’s figure moved forward through the raging inferno of the tenth layer. The flames had grown darker, denser, almost liquid in their intensity. Each step he took seemed to sink slightly into the ground beneath him as though the very space resisted his advance. + +Nine thousand nine hundred miles. + +The number appeared clearly upon the projection. + +A wave of audible gasps spread across the viewing platform. + +Max’s pace had slowed to a deliberate march. The pressure at this depth was suffocating, compressing his aura and pressing down upon him like a collapsing sky. The chaotic flame laws were no longer scattered. They gathered before him in thick formations, intertwining in violent spirals that blocked the path toward the boundary of the eleventh layer. + +Yet he stood firm. + +Above the crowd, the projection magnified his figure as he remained steady amidst the storm of fire. + +"He has reached nine thousand nine hundred miles." An elder’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "That means only a hundred miles remain before the eleventh layer." + +The tension among the gathered disciples became palpable. + +"Will he reach it?" + +"Can he really enter the eleventh layer like Zain did?" + +"This is impossible... no one expected him to even enter the tenth layer." + +Victor Veron’s eyes widened faintly as he leaned forward. "If he crosses this final stretch, then two disciples will have entered the eleventh layer in a single trial." + +Henry Lumin’s expression was solemn, his gaze fixed on the projection. "Zain struggled immensely in those last hundred miles. The pressure near the boundary is far greater than what we have seen so far. It will take Max everything he has to cross this hurdle." + +Lilith Carol’s voice was low but clear. "Look at the density of those flame laws. They are almost forming a wall. I highly doubt Max can cross this." + +Matthew Grimes folded his hands behind his back as he stood up from his seat, though his usually calm demeanor had tightened. + +"He is not retreating," he said quietly. "If he does enter the 11th layer, he would create another miracle." + +On the projection, Max took another step. + +The flames surged violently as though angered by his persistence. The chaotic laws gathered before him in a massive swirl, blocking the path like an invisible gate. + +"Is he going to force his way through?" + +"Or will he be stopped here?" + +A disciple whispered nervously. + +Seraphina Vale’s eyes narrowed. + +"He cannot possibly enter the eleventh layer," she muttered under her breath. "The tenth layer’s peak is already beyond most." + +Garry Heron’s jaw tightened as he watched. + +"If he enters the eleventh layer..." he did not finish the sentence, but the implication hung heavily in the air. + +Above them all, Max’s figure stood at nine thousand nine hundred miles, the boundary to the eleventh layer shimmering faintly ahead. + +Every person present held their breath. + +No one dared to blink. + +The anticipation was suffocating. + +Would he stop here? + +Or would he take that final step? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-146.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-146.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7190323 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-146.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 146: An Intense Showdown" +slug: "ch-146" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 146 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You’re better than I thought for someone at Level 7 of Apprentice Rank," Revenna said, a hint of surprise in her voice as she acknowledged Max’s strength. + +Max shrugged. "I know that." He pointed his sword at her. "You better start getting serious, or I’ll take matters into my own hands." He flashed a confident smile. "Show me everything you’ve got. Show me your true strength at the peak of Adept Rank." + +Revenna’s piercing gaze lingered on Max, a frosty smirk curling her lips. "Very well," she said softly, her tone carrying a dangerous calm. + +The sword in her hand shimmered and dissolved into glimmering frost. Almost instantly, an icy sheen spread across her skin, crystalizing into a deep blue hue. The frost rapidly thickened, forming an intricate, gleaming suit of armor. Within seconds, she stood encased in a magnificent, glacial shell that radiated an oppressive cold. + +"A Level 3 Ice Aura," Max murmured, his eyes narrowing as he studied her transformation. The aura surrounding her was otherworldly, almost alive, and the biting chill emanating from her made the air around them seem to freeze. + +Revenna’s frozen gaze locked onto him, her chilling intent cutting through the atmosphere like a blade. Max barely had time to react before he felt a strange, numbing sensation crawling across his skin. + +Crack! + +Out of nowhere, jagged ice spikes erupted from his right hand, freezing his arm in an instant. The frost surged across his body like an unrelenting tide, his left arm succumbing to the icy grip next. Before he could channel his energy to resist, thick chunks of ice formed around his legs, chest, and shoulders, tearing through his defenses like paper. + +The freezing aura devoured him in the blink of an eye, locking him in place. His entire form was encased in a prison of glistening, unyielding ice. + +The onlookers were stunned by the sight. Some were amazed by the deadly power of a Level 3 Ice Aura. + +"Level 3 Ice Aura is definitely as strong as I’ve heard," Bruce muttered, his tone serious. "All it took was a glance, and he was frozen completely." + +"An ice that can freeze even the blood is an extremely deadly ability," Veylin remarked, his attention on Revenna. + +Crown Prince Aelric nodded from his pillar. "Especially with her Ice Aura tempered with Witch Techniques from the Witch of the North. From what we know, her ice may be the deadliest in the Valora Continent," he said solemnly. + +"Anyways, it looks like she’s done her job," Arthur Gale from the South sneered. "He’s frozen completely without even realizing what happened." He added with mockery, "And he thought he was better than all of us. Talk about confidence." + +Contrary to Arthur, Max could still hear and see everything. Though his body was frozen, it wasn’t affecting him entirely. + +’So, this is the strength of a Level 3 Aura,’ Max thought beneath the ice covering him. His body was frozen, but thanks to the protection from his 11 Dragon Scales, the ice had no effect on him—internally or externally. + +"It’s over," Revenna declared, her figure suddenly appearing before Max. Her icy hand stretched forward, poised to shatter the ice that imprisoned him. + +But before her fingers could make contact, the ice encasing Max exploded in a violent burst of red light. Flames surged outward, consuming the frozen prison in a blazing inferno. + +"It’s not that easy to defeat me," Max said, his voice cold despite the heat radiating from him. His sword glowed fiercely, charged with his Level 2 Flame Aura, and he swung it toward her in a swift counterattack. + +"Divergent Slash!" + +A fiery arc, roaring with destructive power, shot directly toward Revenna, the flames crackling as they streaked through the air. At such close range, it seemed impossible for her to avoid the attack. + +However, the unexpected happened. + +Before the fiery arc could strike her, the flames froze mid-air, the intense heat suddenly extinguished. The blazing arc solidified into ice, then fractured, disintegrating into a flurry of delicate snowflakes that drifted harmlessly to the ground. + +Max’s eyes widened. ’My Level 2 Flame Aura is useless against her Level 3 Ice Aura,’ he realized. + +"I’m surprised you managed to escape that, but…" Revenna’s voice trailed off. "Is that all? Is this the confidence that makes you think you’re better than everyone here?" Her tone turned frosty, laced with a hint of disdain. + +Max looked at her and smiled. "Nah, that was just a warm-up." He said, activating his Magic Bullets, Magic Sword Bullets, and Magic Sword Barrage skills simultaneously. + +Almost instantly, the sky above the arena was filled with swords and blue dots, which rapidly combined to form ten glowing blue swords. + +"Here I come," Max said, his voice steady and confident. In an instant, he activated all his agility skills at full power, his movements a blur. At the same time, he channeled his flying skills, propelling himself through the air at speeds that surpassed Revenna’s best. + +His figure seemed to flicker and vanish, appearing in front of her like a streak of light. + +His sword glowed ominously, alternating between red and blue as he thrust it toward her heart. + +Revenna’s reaction was instantaneous. Matching Max’s speed—or perhaps even surpassing it—she conjured a sword of pure ice in her hand, meeting his attack head-on. + +Clang! + +The clash of their weapons reverberated through the arena, unleashing a powerful shockwave. The force sent a figure skidding backward across the icy ground. + +It was Revenna.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Her feet barely touched the ground before she sensed another attack. Whirling around, she summoned an avalanche of ice to shield herself. For a moment, it seemed like her defense would hold—until the glowing sword cut through the ice like it was nothing. + +Her expression darkened as the shards scattered around her. She hadn’t expected the ten swords Max had summoned to carry such immense strength. + +’This is more troublesome than I thought,’ she mused, summoning an ice dragon from her body to intercept the incoming sword. The dragon lunged forward, its icy jaws snapping shut around the weapon. But before she could catch her breath, another sword appeared in front of her, followed by the remaining eight. + +"What? Surprised?" Max taunted, his tone laced with amusement. Closing in on her, his glowing sword shifted between red and blue once more. He wasn’t relying on Fusion State yet—just an experimental merging of auras he’d first tested in his fight against Five. + +Revenna frowned, recognizing the severity of the situation. Surrounded and outmaneuvered, she muttered under her breath, "Ice Dragons, hear my command." + +From her icy armor, ten majestic dragons materialized, each one roaring to life. The nine dragons intercepted Max’s glowing swords, snapping their jaws around them and dragging them away. The final dragon surged toward Max with unrelenting ferocity. + +"Abyssal Coating!" Max shouted, his left hand glowing with a dark, pulsing energy as the skill activated. With his right hand gripping his sword, he punched downward with his coated fist, meeting the ice dragon head-on. + +Bang! + +The dragon exploded into shards, the icy debris scattering in all directions. The force of the clash bought Revenna a crucial moment to recover and launch herself into the air, putting some distance between them. + +"How’s that?" Max called up to her, a confident smile playing on his lips as he stood amidst the fading frost. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1460.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1460.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..37f944f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1460.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1453: Into the 11th Layer!" +slug: "ch-1460" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1460 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1089 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As every pair of eyes remained fixed upon him, Max finally moved. + +At first, it seemed as though nothing had changed, as though he was still standing beneath the suffocating weight of the tenth layer. Then his foot shifted forward. It was a simple movement, yet under that terrifying pressure, it felt as though he was dragging an entire mountain behind him. + +The final hundred miles of the tenth layer were not vast in distance, but in that place where the pressure condensed to its peak, space itself felt distorted and heavy. The air pressed down on his shoulders. The ground resisted his steps. Even the flow of energy inside his meridians moved sluggishly, as if reluctant to obey him. + +Each step was deliberate. Each breath was measured. The muscles in his legs trembled under the invisible force that sought to pin him down and grind him into the earth. Veins surfaced across his arms and neck as he endured the crushing might that had already forced countless disciples to kneel long before reaching this point. + +The path ahead shimmered faintly under the distortion of pressure, as though daring him to advance another inch. + +Outside the trial grounds, silence fell over the watching crowd. + +"He is still moving." + +Someone whispered the words, but the sound carried across the entire observation hall. + +On the massive screens, Max’s figure appeared small against the oppressive aura of the tenth layer’s deepest region, yet he did not retreat. He did not stagger backward. + +He continued forward with steady resolve. His clothes fluttered faintly under the violent currents of compressed energy, and every few steps his body dipped slightly as though the pressure had intensified once more. Even so, he never bent his knees fully. He never allowed himself to kneel. + +"That is the deepest part of the tenth layer." + +"No one at his cultivation should even be able to stand there." + +The elders who had once spoken confidently now stared without blinking. Disciples from the seven great families felt their throats dry as they compared his cultivation to their own. Max was only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, yet he had already surpassed disciples who stood at far higher stages. The disparity defied reason. + +Inside the layer, the final stretch began to take its toll. + +Max felt his bones creak faintly under the immense compression. His blood surged violently through his veins as though resisting being forced backward. His breathing grew heavier, yet his gaze remained calm. + +He did not look ahead with desperation. He did not grit his teeth in panic. Instead, he advanced one measured step at a time, as though climbing an invisible staircase carved into the sky. + +The final fifty miles passed slowly, agonizingly. To the spectators, it felt as though time itself had stretched thin. To Max, each mile was a battle of endurance and willpower. + +The pressure thickened further as he approached the boundary between the tenth and the eleventh layers, forming an invisible wall that rejected all who lacked sufficient strength. + +Max took another step and continued to move forward. In no time, he crossed another 10 miles. + +Nine thousand nine hundred and sixty miles. + +The flames roared like a furious ocean, crashing against him from every direction. His speed was slow now. Painfully slow. Each step appeared to demand immense strength. His aura flickered under the crushing weight, yet it did not shatter. + +Within him, the mysterious bud on the flame branch of the Chaos Tree continued to pulse steadily, devouring the dense golden energy saturating this peak region. Though the pressure bore down on his body, the chaotic flame laws themselves seemed unable to bind him completely. + +Nine thousand nine hundred and eighty miles. + +The viewing platform fell into complete silence. + +Victor Veron leaned forward unconsciously. "Twenty miles remain." + +Lilith Carol’s eyes widened faintly. "If he crosses this..." + +Matthew Grimes’ usually calm face had grown solemn. "He is pushing against the very peak of the tenth layer." + +Max inhaled slowly. The flames before him gathered thickly, forming what seemed like a final barrier. The air distorted violently as the boundary to the eleventh layer shimmered faintly ahead. + +Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety miles. + +The pressure peaked. + +Several disciples gasped as the projection flickered violently from the sheer intensity of the flames around him. + +"He cannot possibly take another step," someone whispered. + +Max lifted his foot once more. + +The movement was deliberate. + +The chaotic flame laws surged, attempting to press him back. The ground cracked faintly beneath the weight. + +And then he stepped forward. + +The invisible boundary trembled. + +For a heartbeat, everything seemed frozen. + +Then the projection flared brightly as Max crossed the final mile and stepped into the eleventh layer. + +Zain had entered the eleventh layer through sheer force and unyielding will. Max had followed, pushing through the final stretch of the tenth layer under suffocating pressure. + +Isabella’s face paled as she stared upward, unable to fully process what she had just witnessed. + +Seraphina’s expression froze. + +Garry Heron’s eyes darkened further. + +Matthew Grimes allowed a slow breath to escape. + +Even Zain himself found it hard to believe that there was another disciple who could reach the 11th layer beside him. Only he knew how difficult was it for him to cross the deepest part of the 10th layer and yet another genius had reached the 11th layer before him. + +Max now stood within the eleventh layer, surrounded by flames far more terrifying than anything below. + +The trial had entered a new realm. + +And no one present had expected this outcome. + +For several heartbeats after Max crossed into the eleventh layer, the entire viewing platform remained frozen in stunned silence. The projection above flickered with the violent blaze of the eleventh layer, and within that sea of overwhelming flames stood Max’s figure. + +Then the silence shattered. + +"He entered the eleventh layer at the 1st level of Rebirth Realm. He is a monster, a complete monster." + +"I now finally understood why only he was the one chosen by the sword of the Sword Sovereign. Only genius like him could be worthy enough to use the sword of the Sword Sovereign." + +"To think there will be another genius who could rival Zain and enter the 11th layer. This is marvelous!" + +Voices overlapped as elders stared upward with wide eyes. Many of them had believed that Zain would be the sole disciple to reach such a height in this trial. That belief had seemed unquestionable. Now, it had been overturned before their very eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1461.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1461.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f07af7e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1461.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1454: Pushing Forward at the 11th Layer!" +slug: "ch-1461" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1461 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1160 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +An elder stepped forward toward Lady Virelia, unable to contain his admiration. + +"Virelia, your vision is truly extraordinary," he said with a respectful nod. "To have accepted such a disciple into the Black Dragon Palace... this is a great merit." + +Another elder followed immediately. + +"We all thought only Zain would reach the eleventh layer this time. No one expected a second genius to appear. And yet the one you guided has matched that feat." + +A third elder clasped his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. + +"First the Sword of the Sword Sovereign, then defeating the Dark Phoenix Clan and Heavenly Kirin Clan geniuses, and now this. It seems wherever Max goes, history bends." + +"He is not merely talented," another added. "He possesses a terrifying will. The eleventh layer is not something one reaches by accident." + +Lady Virelia stood calmly amidst the praise. A soft smile rested on her lips, but her eyes remained fixed on the projection. She did not boast. She did not speak grandly. She simply inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. + +Meanwhile, the Seven Family heads stood together, their reactions far more layered. + +Victor Veron was the first to speak, his voice low yet filled with awe. "I truly did not believe anyone but Zain could reach this far in this trial." + +Henry Lumin exhaled slowly. "I did not either. After Zain entered the eleventh layer, I thought the matter was settled. I never imagined another disciple would follow him." + +Lilith Carol folded her arms lightly as she looked up at the projection. "Two disciples in one generation entering the eleventh layer at the Rebirth Realm. This is unprecedented in our recent history." + +Matthew Grimes’ expression carried quiet satisfaction. "This confirms what we have been witnessing all along. Max is no ordinary genius. He belongs among the top of this generation." + +He turned slightly toward Lady Virelia. "You have brought great fortune to the Black Dragon Palace and to our Black Dragon Clan." + +He understood that Virelia had chosen Max to be her disciple from his performance in one of the many branches of the Black Dragon Palace in the mortal realm. To be able to find Max among thousands of other geniuses in the mortal realm, her ability to scout geniuses was tremendous. + +Henry Lumin glanced at Isabella briefly before returning his gaze to the screen. + +"This trial was meant to highlight the Saintess in training and Zain. Instead, it has revealed a third pillar." + +Victor Veron nodded. + +"It appears this generation will not be dominated by one name alone." + +Only Garry Heron remained silent. + +His jaw was set tightly as he watched Max standing within the eleventh layer. The pride he had felt when Zain entered that domain had been pure and unchallenged. Now it was shared. + +He had once believed that Zain would stand alone at that height. + +Now he could no longer claim that. + +Around them, the elders continued murmuring in disbelief and admiration. + +"No one believed anyone but Zain would reach this far." + +"And yet here we are." + +The projection above burned brighter as Max’s figure stabilized within the eleventh layer. + +Two names now stood within a realm that few in history had touched. + +And the balance of the Seven Families had subtly shifted once again. + +For generations, the Grimes Family had stood at the very peak among the Seven Major Families. Their foundation was the strongest, their resources the most abundant, and their influence the most far reaching. + +With Zain entering the eleventh layer, the Heron Family had briefly tasted the glory of standing shoulder to shoulder with the top. Yet now, with Max rising to the same height and bearing the banner of the Black Dragon Palace under the wider authority of the Grimes lineage, that dominance seemed poised to endure for decades to come, perhaps even centuries. + +The implications were not lost on anyone present. + +While elders continued offering their congratulations to Lady Virelia and murmurs of disbelief lingered in the air, the projection above shifted once more. + +Max moved. + +For a brief second, no one reacted. It took a moment for the realization to spread. + +"He is walking again." + +The words came out almost breathlessly. + +On the screen, Max stood within the eleventh layer where Zain had eventually fallen. The flames there were vastly different from those below. They were no longer merely chaotic. They were oppressive in a way that felt absolute, their density so extreme that even the projection flickered under their intensity. + +Yet Max did not stand still. + +He took a step forward. + +A stunned silence fell before it shattered into uproar. + +"Is he out of his mind?" + +"This is madness. Complete madness." + +"He just entered the eleventh layer. Most would stabilize their footing. And he is advancing already." + +The disciples closest to the dome leaned forward, some unconsciously gripping the edges of the stone railing. + +"He is not satisfied with reaching the eleventh layer," an elder whispered in disbelief. "He wants to go deeper." + +"Oh heavens... could he attempt the twelfth layer?" + +The question hung in the air like a forbidden thought. + +The twelfth layer. + +It was spoken of as legend. No cultivator in the Rebirth Realm had ever entered it in the recorded history of the Black Dragon Palace. Even the most brilliant Saintess of the past had been halted before its threshold.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +"Could he reach the legendary twelfth layer?" a disciple asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "The realm that no one at the Rebirth Realm has ever touched?" + +"With Max, anything seems possible," another responded without hesitation. "Everywhere he goes, he overturns what we think is impossible." + +"This man is genuinely miraculous. Every step he takes is rewriting history." + +The atmosphere grew electric. + +The elders, who moments ago had been composed and dignified, now found it difficult to hide their tension. Even the Seven Family heads watched with sharpened focus. The eleventh layer was not like the tenth. It was an entirely different domain of pressure and law. + +On the projection, Max advanced slowly. + +The flames of the eleventh layer surged around him like a living inferno seeking to devour his existence. Each movement appeared heavier than the last. Yet he did not stop. + +Isabella stared upward, her earlier humiliation forgotten, replaced by something else entirely. + +Awe. + +Zain’s expression grew solemn as he watched the man who had followed him into the eleventh layer now attempt to go further than he himself had managed. + +Garry Heron’s face darkened, his silence heavier than before. + +Matthew Grimes’ eyes gleamed faintly. + +The disciples began to murmur louder, unable to contain their excitement. + +"He is actually attempting it." + +"He is challenging the boundary." + +The thought that someone at the 1st level of Rebirth Realm might approach the twelfth layer sent shockwaves through every heart present. + +Above them all, within the raging sea of the eleventh layer, Max continued walking forward. + +And the entire Black Dragon Palace held its breath. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1462.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1462.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9105f53 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1462.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1455: Surpassing Zain?" +slug: "ch-1462" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1462 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1116 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The projection screen flickered violently as Max continued advancing through the eleventh layer. The flames there were no longer merely oppressive but seemed almost sovereign in nature, each strand of law pressing down with crushing authority. + +The deeper he stepped, the more suffocating the atmosphere became. Even the elders who had once walked the Path in their youth felt their chests tighten simply by watching. + +Matthew Grimes broke the heavy silence. + +"Zain reached halfway into the eleventh layer, correct?" he said calmly, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "The ten thousand five hundred mile mark." + +Victor Veron nodded slowly. + +"Yes. He reached ten thousand five hundred miles before the pressure overwhelmed him. It was an extraordinary performance." + +Henry Lumin folded his arms, his expression solemn. + +"At that depth, the flame laws are no longer chaotic in the ordinary sense. They begin to form structured domains. Even maintaining one’s footing there is extremely difficult." + +Lilith Carol glanced briefly at the others before speaking. + +"If Max intends to surpass Zain’s record, he will need to withstand a far more refined intensity than what he faced at the boundary." + +All eyes returned to the projection. + +Max was moving carefully now. His steps were deliberate, each one slower than before. The eleventh layer was a different world compared to the tenth. The pressure pressed inward from all directions, not merely testing physical endurance but crushing at the level of will and comprehension. + +"He is approaching ten thousand one hundred miles," Victor murmured. + +A low ripple passed through the gathered disciples. + +"Could he actually surpass Zain?" + +"That would mean he stands alone in this generation." + +Matthew Grimes remained thoughtful. + +"It is not impossible," he said quietly. "He has already matched what we believed only Zain could accomplish." + +Henry Lumin’s gaze sharpened. "If he crosses ten thousand five hundred miles, then this trial will belong entirely to him." + +Lilith Carol’s lips curved faintly. "Then the balance between the families will tilt even further." + +Garry Heron finally spoke, his voice cold and dismissive. + +"You are all overestimating him." + +The other family heads turned toward him. + +"The eleventh layer is not the tenth," Garry continued. "Zain reached ten thousand five hundred miles through sheer will and strength. The pressure beyond that point is exponential. Max will not go much further." + +His tone carried firm certainty. + +"He may advance a little," Garry added, "but surpassing Zain’s record is unlikely. The difference between entering the eleventh layer and conquering half of it is vast." + +Victor Veron studied Garry’s expression. + +"You seem quite certain." + +Garry’s gaze remained fixed on the projection. + +"I know how terrifying the pressure becomes past the ten thousand three hundred mile mark," he said evenly. "Zain endured it because he possesses the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body. What does Max has to counter the flame laws? Nothing. He has relied on strange methods thus far. That will not suffice here." + +Matthew Grimes did not respond immediately. He simply watched Max’s figure step forward once more. + +Ten thousand two hundred miles. + +The flames surged violently around him. + +The tension among the elders tightened. + +Would he slow? + +Would he falter? + +Or would he continue pushing toward the ten thousand five hundred mile mark that defined Zain’s peak? + +The entire Black Dragon Palace waited in breathless anticipation as Max pressed deeper into the eleventh layer. + +As Max advanced through the early region of the eleventh layer, his movements remained deliberate, but his mind was not solely focused on the oppressive flames around him. A large portion of his awareness was turned inward, observing the changes within the Chaos Tree. + +When he had stepped into the tenth layer, he had already sensed subtle shifts in the flame branch. Now, within the eleventh layer where the law energy was far denser and purer, those changes had become impossible to ignore. + +The first leaf that had given birth to a bud continued to pulse with ancient radiance, devouring the surrounding energy at an astonishing rate. However, Max noticed that the remaining four leaves were no longer passive. Their surfaces shimmered faintly, and beneath their golden glow, a subtle swelling had begun to form. + +He could clearly sense it. + +These four leaves had nearly reached saturation. + +The immense amount of law energy they had absorbed throughout the lower layers had accumulated to a critical threshold. They were no longer merely storing comprehension. They were preparing to transform. + +"It is only a matter of time," Max murmured quietly as he stepped forward through the suffocating flames. "Another bud will emerge." + +The thought stirred both curiosity and anticipation within him. + +He focused carefully on the original bud. It had grown slightly since its birth, though still compact and tightly closed. Its aura was calm and ancient, vastly different from the chaotic intensity of the flames surrounding him. It radiated a presence that reminded him of standing before the doors of his own dimensions. There was depth within it, something vast and immeasurable. + +"I wonder what this bud will grow into," Max whispered under his breath. + +He was genuinely curious. + +The bud was already devouring almost all the golden energy around him. In fact, it was absorbing so much that the chaotic flame laws in his vicinity weakened noticeably, allowing him to move more freely than should have been possible in the eleventh layer. The pressure still pressed upon his body, but the law resistance itself had diminished wherever he stood. + +He could not help but wonder. + +If this bud continued to absorb such immense quantities of law energy, what would it ultimately become? So much refined flame law energy was bound to condense into something extraordinary. It could not simply be a stronger leaf. It had to be something beyond a mere concept. + +Perhaps a true law. + +Perhaps something even greater. + +He did not know. + +But instinct told him that whatever the bud transformed into would not be ordinary. It would be something magical, something capable of reshaping his understanding of the Chaos Tree entirely. + +As these thoughts moved through his mind, his steps did not stop. + +Ten thousand one hundred miles.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +The projection above the viewing platform flickered faintly as the number appeared. + +A ripple passed through the watching crowd. + +Max continued forward. + +Ten thousand one hundred and fifty miles. + +The flames roared louder, their pressure intensifying as he advanced deeper. The ground beneath his feet felt heavier, the air more suffocating. Yet he remained composed, his breathing steady. + +Ten thousand two hundred miles. + +He was closing in on the next milestone, and the eleventh layer had only just begun to reveal its true depth. + +Inside him, the Chaos Tree pulsed softly. + +Outside him, the inferno raged. + +And Max continued walking. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1463.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1463.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9aa4cbb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1463.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1456: Surpassing Zain!" +slug: "ch-1463" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1463 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1131 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Soon, step by steady step, Max reached ten thousand three hundred miles. + +The number appeared clearly upon the projection, glowing faintly amidst the sea of raging flames. Within the eleventh layer, the pressure had intensified to an almost unbearable degree. The fire there no longer behaved like mere energy. It pressed down with sovereign authority, as though the heavens themselves were weighing judgment upon him. + +Yet Max did not stop. + +His pace was slow, far slower than it had been in the ninth or tenth layers, but there was something unshakable about his advance. Since the moment he began walking within the eleventh layer, he had not paused once. He had not sat down to meditate. He had not retreated a single step. + +He simply continued forward. + +Outside the dome, the atmosphere had grown tense beyond measure. + +"He has reached ten thousand three hundred miles," an elder whispered, his voice barely steady. + +Victor Veron’s expression had lost its earlier composure. + +"At this pace, it is only a matter of time before he reaches ten thousand five hundred," he said slowly. "Zain’s record is within sight." + +Henry Lumin stared upward, his brows drawn together. + +"I did not believe he would reach this depth," he admitted quietly. "But he has not faltered once." + +Lilith Carol folded her arms, her gaze unwavering. + +"What is most frightening is not his speed," she said thoughtfully. "It is his stability. He has not shown signs of collapse. One must know this is the 11th layer. Even Zain found it hard to walk here." + +Another elder stepped forward, unable to contain his astonishment. + +"From the moment he started moving in the eleventh layer, he has not stopped even once. Zain paused multiple times before reaching his peak." + +Matthew Grimes allowed a faint, knowing smile to appear. + +"This is what unsettles me the most," he said calmly. "He is not forcing his way recklessly. He is enduring and advancing in perfect rhythm." + +Around them, the gathered disciples murmured in rising disbelief. + +"He is definitely going to cross ten thousand five hundred." + +"It feels inevitable." + +"Even though his pace is slow, he has not hesitated for a single breath." + +Isabella’s gaze trembled slightly as she watched. The humiliation she once felt had now transformed into stunned awe. She understood the weight of the eleventh layer. To move steadily at this depth without pause was something she could scarcely comprehend. + +Zain’s expression was grave as well. His fists tightened unconsciously. + +"How is this possible? How can he walk so steadily at the 11th layer?!," he muttered under his breath. He was shocked. Only he knew what sort of pressure had had to endure at that layer. It was honestly tormenting to even move a little there. And yet Max was steadily moving to the depths of the 11th layer. + +Garry Heron’s face darkened further, though he refused to speak immediately. The certainty he had displayed earlier was beginning to fracture under the undeniable evidence before him. + +Victor Veron finally voiced the thought that lingered in everyone’s mind. + +"If he maintains this rhythm, surpassing ten thousand five hundred miles is only a matter of time." + +A heavy silence followed his words. + +Above them, Max took another step. + +Ten thousand three hundred and twenty miles. + +The flames surged violently, yet he remained upright. + +The shock upon the faces of elders and family heads deepened. + +For the first time, many of them truly began to believe that Zain’s record in the eleventh layer was no longer secure. + +And just as many had begun to suspect, the inevitable finally happened. + +Step by deliberate step, Max crossed ten thousand five hundred miles. + +The number appeared clearly upon the projection, glowing amidst the violent sea of flames in the eleventh layer. For a moment, the entire viewing platform fell into stunned silence. The boundary that had marked Zain’s peak was no longer a limit. + +Max had surpassed it. + +A collective gasp spread through the elders and disciples alike. + +"He crossed it." + +"He has surpassed ten thousand five hundred miles." + +"Zain’s record has been broken." + +Victor Veron exhaled slowly, his eyes never leaving the projection. + +"I truly did not expect this," he said in a low voice. "To surpass Zain’s depth in the eleventh layer... this is extraordinary." + +Henry Lumin’s expression was solemn, yet there was no denial in his tone. + +"He has done what none of us anticipated. Zain’s performance was already beyond expectation, yet Max continues to advance." + +Lilith Carol’s gaze sharpened as she watched Max’s steady figure. + +"He is not slowing down or stopping. Even after surpassing ten thousand five hundred miles, he maintains the same rhythm." + +An elder nearby shook his head slowly in disbelief. + +"It is not merely that he crossed the mark. It is the manner in which he did so. There was no violent burst of force, no reckless surge. He simply walked past it." + +Matthew Grimes allowed himself a faint smile. + +"This is the most terrifying part," he said calmly. "He is still moving." + +Indeed, on the projection above, Max did not pause in celebration or relief. The flames around him intensified as he stepped deeper into the eleventh layer, yet his posture remained upright and composed. + +Ten thousand five hundred and twenty miles. + +Ten thousand five hundred and fifty miles. + +The murmurs among the crowd grew louder. + +"He is heading toward the deepest region of the eleventh layer." + +"Does he intend to test the boundary?" + +Zain stood silently among them, his eyes fixed on Max’s back as displayed on the projection. The weight of the eleventh layer had forced him to collapse at this very threshold. Watching another push beyond it stirred complex emotions within him. + +Garry Heron’s jaw tightened, his earlier dismissal now replaced by rigid silence. Though he did not speak, the tension in his posture betrayed his thoughts. + +Victor Veron voiced what many were beginning to contemplate. + +"If he continues at this pace... there is only one question left." + +Henry Lumin nodded slowly. + +"Can he reach the boundary of the twelfth layer?"𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +Lilith Carol’s eyes widened faintly. + +"The twelfth layer has never been entered at the Rebirth Realm. Not even the Saintess of the past succeeded." + +An elder swallowed as he spoke. + +"Is he truly going to challenge that legend?" + +The question hung heavily in the air, unspoken yet present in every heart. + +Would Max be able to step into the legendary twelfth layer, a realm that no cultivator at the Rebirth Realm had ever entered in the entire history of the Black Dragon Palace? + +Above them, the projection continued to display his steady advance. + +Ten thousand six hundred miles. + +The flames raged with sovereign fury, yet Max remained in motion. + +And the anticipation among the gathered elders and family heads deepened into something almost unbearable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1464.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1464.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1192ba --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1464.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1457: Garry Heron’s Belief!" +slug: "ch-1464" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1464 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But not everyone welcomed Max’s ascent with admiration. + +As the projection displayed his steady advance beyond ten thousand six hundred miles, the viewing platform was filled not only with awe but also with tension. For some, his progress was inspiring. For others, it was unsettling. + +Garry Heron’s expression had grown increasingly dark. + +"I think his journey will end around ten thousand eight hundred or ten thousand nine hundred miles," Garry said coldly, his gaze fixed on the projection. + +Several elders nearby turned to look at him. His tone carried certainty rather than speculation. + +Matthew Grimes shifted his attention toward Garry, a faint smile appearing on his face. + +"Hm. Why do you think that will happen?" Matthew asked calmly. "From what I see, Max currently holds the highest probability of reaching the twelfth layer." + +"Highest probability?" Garry let out a short, mocking laugh. "Matthew, are you serious?" + +His voice carried open derision. + +"You should know better than anyone that the highest chance ever recorded to reach the twelfth layer in the entire history of the Black Dragon Clan belonged to the Saintess of that era. She had fully awakened her Imperial Bloodline. Her bloodline was complete. Even then, she failed to enter the twelfth layer." + +He turned slightly, his eyes narrowing. + +"What makes you believe that someone who merely possesses a progenitor grade bloodline can surpass the record of a Saintess who had reached the peak of her lineage? That twelfth layer has been deemed unreachable for those at the Rebirth Realm." + +His words carried weight. The Saintess he referred to was not merely talented. She had been regarded as one of the most brilliant figures in the clan’s history. + +Garry sneered faintly. + +"Max is nothing more than a mortal disciple who happened to obtain the Sword of the Sword Sovereign by luck. Aside from that, what truly distinguishes him? His bloodline is not supreme. His foundation is not unmatched." + +He folded his hands behind his back, his voice growing sharper. + +"I would not be surprised if he relied on some unorthodox or shameful method to reach this depth within the Path to Eternal Flames. When he attempts to push toward the twelfth layer, whatever trick he is using will fail. That is when reality will reveal itself." + +The resentment he had suppressed earlier was now fully exposed. + +From the moment Max surpassed Zain’s record, Garry’s pride had been wounded. The Heron Family had briefly stood alone in glory. Now that distinction was gone. + +Matthew Grimes did not react immediately. He observed Garry’s expression calmly before replying. + +"You are entitled to your view," Matthew said evenly. "But the Path to Eternal Flames does not reward trickery. It tests comprehension, will, and endurance. Whatever methods you suspect, the flames would have already rejected them." + +Victor Veron interjected thoughtfully. + +"Whether we favor him or not, his progress is undeniable. He has already surpassed ten thousand six hundred miles. That is enough to show his talent and potential." + +Henry Lumin remained silent for a moment before speaking. + +"Comparing him to the Saintess of the past may be premature," he said carefully. "But dismissing him entirely would also be unwise." + +"Humph." + +Garry Heron did not continue the argument. He simply turned his gaze back toward the projection, his expression rigid and unreadable. Outwardly, he appeared calm, but the firmness in his eyes revealed an unshakable conviction. + +He truly believed that Max would not enter the twelfth layer. + +There was no elaborate reasoning behind that belief, no complex deduction of variables or hidden calculations. It was something deeper, rooted in his understanding of bloodlines and hierarchy. In his mind, the foundation of one’s lineage determined the height one could reach. + +A progenitor grade bloodline, no matter how refined, could never compare to the fully awakened Imperial Bloodline of a Saintess. + +The Saintess of that era had stood at the pinnacle of talent within the Black Dragon Clan. Her Imperial Bloodline had been completely awakened, her control flawless. + +She had possessed overwhelming authority, yet even she had failed to cross the boundary into the twelfth layer while at the Rebirth Realm. + +To Garry, that was proof enough. + +If someone with such a supreme lineage could not step into the twelfth layer, then there had to be other hidden requirements beyond mere strength and comprehension. The twelfth layer was not simply a higher stage. It was a threshold guarded by principles that perhaps only those destined for it could overcome. + +He folded his hands behind his back and exhaled slowly. + +Max’s current performance was impressive, he could not deny that. Surpassing ten thousand five hundred miles within the eleventh layer was already extraordinary. Yet in Garry’s view, that achievement did not place Max in the same category as the legendary Saintess. + +Bloodline mattered. + +Foundation mattered. + +And in his heart, Garry was convinced that the twelfth layer demanded something more than what Max possessed. + +The flames on the projection roared fiercely as Max continued walking deeper into the eleventh layer. Around him, elders and family heads watched in silence, their thoughts divided between anticipation and skepticism. + +Garry’s gaze remained steady. + +No matter how far Max advanced within the eleventh layer, he believed that the boundary to the twelfth would remain unbroken. + +That was not arrogance in his mind. + +It was certainty. + +Just at that moment, Max crossed ten thousand seven hundred miles. + +The number glowed upon the projection like a brand seared into history. + +Garry Heron’s brows twitched almost imperceptibly as he saw it. His earlier certainty remained outwardly intact, yet the tension in his jaw tightened. + +He had just predicted that Max’s journey would begin to falter before reaching this depth. Instead, the young disciple continued forward with the same steady rhythm that had carried him through the earlier thresholds. + +Within the eleventh layer, the flames had grown ferocious beyond imagination. They did not merely burn. They pressed down like a sovereign decree, crushing space itself. The ground beneath Max’s feet trembled faintly with each step as though protesting his presence. + +The chaotic flame laws here were no longer chaotic in the ordinary sense. They were refined, compressed, almost sentient in their resistance. + +Yet Max did not stop. + +Ten thousand seven hundred and fifty miles. + +Ten thousand eight hundred miles. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1465.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1465.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d75ae8b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1465.md @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1458: Into The Legendary 12th Layer!" +slug: "ch-1465" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1465 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Every additional mile felt monumental. His speed had slowed further, but there was no hesitation in his posture. His shoulders remained straight. His breathing was controlled. The inferno raged, but he advanced. + +Outside the dome, the viewing platform had grown unnaturally quiet. + +No one laughed. + +No one whispered. + +All eyes were fixed upward. + +"He is still moving." + +An elder’s voice broke the silence, trembling slightly. + +Victor Veron stepped forward unconsciously, his hands clasped behind his back but his composure thinning. + +"He has already surpassed every prediction." + +Henry Lumin’s gaze had sharpened to an intense focus. + +"This is the deepest region of the eleventh layer." + +Lilith Carol’s eyes reflected the flickering light of the projection. + +"If he reaches ten thousand nine hundred miles..." + +Her sentence trailed off, because everyone knew what lay just beyond that point. + +Ten thousand eight hundred and fifty miles. + +Ten thousand nine hundred miles. + +The projection shimmered violently as the number appeared. + +Max had reached the deepest part of ten thousand nine hundred miles. + +The boundary to the twelfth layer loomed ahead, faintly visible as a distorted curtain of flame that burned with a purity unlike anything below. The air within the eleventh layer seemed to compress inward as if resisting the very possibility of his advance. + +At that moment, something remarkable happened outside. + +One by one, the family heads rose from their seats. + +Victor Veron stood first. + +Henry Lumin followed. + +Lilith Carol stood silently. + +Matthew Grimes rose with calm dignity. + +Even Garry Heron stood, though his expression remained dark. + +The elders nearby quickly followed, rising instinctively as if witnessing a sacred moment. The disciples felt the shift and straightened as well, their excitement almost unbearable. + +"Is he really going to attempt it?" + +"Is he about to step into the twelfth layer?" + +"No one has ever done this at the Rebirth Realm." + +The air itself felt charged with anticipation. Hearts pounded audibly. Even the flames on the projection seemed to burn brighter as Max stood before the threshold. + +Garry’s eyes narrowed. + +He did not speak, but his gaze was locked onto the final stretch. + +Within the dome, Max stood at ten thousand nine hundred miles, the boundary of the legendary twelfth layer shimmering before him. + +And the entire Black Dragon Palace held its breath. + +"The pressure here is the strongest," Max muttered quietly as he stood at the deepest point of the eleventh layer, the final hundred miles stretching before him like a burning horizon that separated the known from the legendary. + +The flames here no longer resembled chaotic currents. They burned with solemn authority, as though they were the guardians of an ancient boundary that had rejected countless challengers across generations. + +He did not step forward immediately. + +Instead, he turned his attention inward. + +Within his inner world, the Chaos Tree shimmered with profound radiance. The first bud on the flame branch had swollen to near completion. Its surface was no longer tightly closed. It pulsed with a steady rhythm, ancient and dignified. + +Max could sense that it was on the verge of blooming into something meaningful. The energy it had absorbed throughout the Path to Eternal Flames had reached a threshold. It felt stable, complete, ready. + +The other four leaves trembled as well. Subtle protrusions had formed at their bases. They were close to birthing buds of their own. The process was no longer theoretical. It was inevitable. + +"I suppose the first bud will fully mature within the next layer," Max murmured to himself. + +He opened his eyes. + +Before him, the boundary to the twelfth layer shimmered faintly, its presence solemn and untouchable. + +Then he began to walk. + +The first step forward was slow, deliberate. The pressure crashed down upon him instantly, more violent than anything he had endured in the eleventh layer. The flames condensed into dense currents that twisted around him, resisting his advance with sovereign fury. + +Ten thousand nine hundred and ten miles. + +The ground beneath his feet cracked faintly from the crushing force pressing upon his body. His breathing grew heavier, but his gaze remained steady. + +Ten thousand nine hundred and thirty miles. + +The chaotic flame laws gathered ahead like a wall of molten authority. His aura flickered under the weight, yet he did not kneel. + +Ten thousand nine hundred and fifty miles. + +Outside the dome, every person stood. No one dared to sit. The projection flickered violently from the intensity of the flames. + +"He is still moving," Victor Veron said, his voice low but trembling with disbelief. "The pressure there should have already stopped him." + +Henry Lumin stared upward with rigid focus. "This is beyond anything recorded in our clan’s history. The Saintess of that era collapsed before this point." + +Lilith Carol spoke slowly, her eyes reflecting the burning light from the projection. "The twelfth layer has never accepted anyone at the Rebirth Realm. If he crosses this, then the legends will need rewriting." + +Ten thousand nine hundred and eighty miles. + +The flames roared in fury. The air itself seemed to distort violently. The final barrier shimmered like a divine decree refusing his existence. + +Ten thousand nine hundred and ninety miles. + +Max’s body trembled faintly under the overwhelming pressure. Within him, the first bud on the Chaos Tree pulsed with brilliant radiance. It felt as though it was urging him forward. + +He lifted his foot once more. + +The boundary trembled as he stepped forward. + +Then, with a final decisive movement, Max crossed the last mile. + +The barrier shattered like a mirage. + +He entered the twelfth layer. + +For a heartbeat, silence consumed the entire Black Dragon Palace. + +Then the world erupted. + +"He entered the twelfth layer," an elder shouted, his voice cracking as the words left his mouth. His eyes were wide, fixed on the projection that displayed Max standing within the blazing domain that had rejected every Rebirth Realm cultivator in history. + +"He has truly entered," another elder echoed, his hands trembling as he pointed upward. "The record has been broken. History has been rewritten. Max has created yet another miracle before our very eyes." + +The viewing platform erupted into uncontrollable commotion. Elders who had maintained dignity and composure for decades now found themselves overwhelmed by the magnitude of what they had just witnessed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1466.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1466.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8c05863 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1466.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1459: Records Broken, History Re-written, Miracles Created!" +slug: "ch-1466" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1466 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Look at me," one senior elder said, raising his hand as though to steady himself. "I am trembling from the sheer shock of it. For centuries, for millennia even, we believed it was impossible to enter the twelfth layer at the Rebirth Realm. It was spoken of as an unreachable legend. Yet today, that belief has collapsed." + +Another elder spoke with emotion thick in his voice. "He entered the twelfth layer while only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm. The Saintess of the past could not achieve this with her fully awakened Imperial Bloodline. Max has stepped beyond that boundary with nothing but his own strength and comprehension." + +"This is no longer a matter of talent," a hall master declared loudly. "This is the birth of a legend. He stands where none before him has stood." + +A white haired elder said with deep sigh. "In my entire lifetime, I never imagined I would witness such a moment. We will tell our descendants about this day. They will speak of it as the turning point of an era." + +Another elder exclaimed, unable to contain his pride, "He belongs among the great names of our clan. He reminds me of the founding ancestors who carved the Black Dragon Clan’s reputation across the Divine Realm. He is not merely following in their footsteps. He is carving his own." + +The frenzy only grew. + +"Legend," someone shouted. "He is a legend in the making." + +The words spread like wildfire through the gathered disciples and elders alike. Pride filled their chests, not because he belonged to a particular hall, but because he belonged to the Black Dragon Clan. + +At this moment, rivalries between halls were forgotten. No one cared whether Max was under Lady Virelia’s guidance or aligned with a specific family. The only truth that mattered was that one of their own had shattered the most sacred boundary of the Path to Eternal Flames. + +An elder spoke with reverence, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. "From today onward, the twelfth layer will no longer be an unreachable myth at the Rebirth Realm. It will be remembered as the layer first entered by Max." + +Victor Veron’s voice rang out clearly as he stared at the projection in awe. "This is history being written before our eyes. No disciple at the Rebirth Realm has ever stepped into the twelfth layer since the founding of the Path." + +Henry Lumin exhaled slowly, his composure shaken. "Even the fully awakened Saintess could not do this. He has surpassed the pinnacle of our recorded legends." + +Lilith Carol spoke with reverence. "He stands alongside the great figures of the Black Dragon Clan. He reminds me of Ancestor Kaelion who shattered the barriers of his era and Sovereign Tharos who defied the heavens before ascending to the very peaks of Divine Realm." + +Matthew Grimes’ voice carried steady pride. "From this day onward, Max’s name will be carved beside the most extraordinary prodigies our clan has ever produced. " + +An elder near the front added with trembling admiration, "This feat places him beyond the ordinary scale of genius. He has stepped into a domain that even our greatest forebears could not reach at this realm." + +Disciples erupted in excited voices, speaking over one another in disbelief and admiration. + +"He has surpassed the Saintess." + +"He has surpassed Zain." + +"He has broken the unbreakable." + +Even Zain stood frozen, staring at the projection with solemn respect. The weight of what he had witnessed settled heavily upon him. + +Garry Heron said nothing. His earlier certainty had dissolved completely. His beliefs had been broken making him speechless. He felt like normal conditions which apply to everyone just didn’t apply to Max who was used to breaking norms. + +"Could a genius that could surpass a Saintess with fully awakened Imperial Bloodline truly exist among out Black Dragon Clan?" He muttered silently in his mind as he eyed the figure of Max among the many projections floated in the air. + +Within the projection, Max stood calmly in the twelfth layer, surrounded by flames that burned with pure, sovereign authority. Yet he remained upright. + +The Black Dragon Palace had just witnessed the birth of a new legend. + +And the echoes of his name would not fade for centuries. + +As the entire Black Dragon Palace remained in stunned celebration, Max himself did not move even a single step after entering the twelfth layer. + +The flames around him were unlike anything below. They were no longer merely oppressive. They carried a sense of dominion, as though this layer existed beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators. The chaotic flame laws here were refined to an extreme degree, flowing like rivers of concentrated authority. + +Yet Max stood completely still. + +His gaze did not even linger on the terrifying environment. + +All of his attention had turned inward. + +Within his inner world, the Chaos Tree trembled violently. + +The first bud on the flame branch had begun to draw in energy at a pace that far exceeded anything before. Golden strands of law energy poured into it from every direction. Even more astonishing, the chaotic flame laws of the twelfth layer themselves were being pulled inward, unraveling from the surroundings and flowing into the bud like countless scarlet streams. + +Max’s eyes widened slightly.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +"The chaotic flame laws and the energy from the entire twelfth layer are being drawn into the bud," he muttered in disbelief. "It feels as though it will absorb everything in no time." + +He could sense it clearly. + +The more terrifying and refined the energy became, the faster the bud devoured it. The twelfth layer’s sovereign flames did not resist. They were consumed. + +The projection above the viewing platform began to flicker faintly. Observant elders noticed subtle changes within the twelfth layer. The density of flames around Max seemed to thin gradually, as though the inferno itself was being siphoned away. + +Inside him, the bud swelled. + +Its surface cracked slightly, lines of deep crimson light leaking outward. The golden glow that once surrounded it darkened gradually, shifting into a richer hue. The aura emanating from it became heavier, more ancient, more absolute. + +Max could feel the entire flame branch vibrating. + +The bud no longer resembled a simple extension of a leaf. It had grown larger, fuller, more defined. The chaotic flame laws that had once oppressed him were now being refined and compressed within it. + +He remained speechless. + +He had anticipated growth. He had anticipated transformation. + +But he had not expected this scale. + +The bud continued absorbing energy without pause. The refined flames of the twelfth layer dimmed noticeably as their essence was pulled inward. Within the Chaos Tree, the bud finally split open completely. + +It did not bloom into a flower. + +It condensed. + +The golden and crimson radiance compressed into a singular form, solidifying slowly. + +Before Max’s eyes, the bud transformed into a dark red fruit. + +Its surface was smooth yet veined with faint patterns resembling flowing flame laws. It emitted a profound aura, deep and heavy, like condensed authority. It did not burn wildly. Instead, it radiated quiet power, as though it contained an entire domain within itself. + +The moment the fruit stabilized, the tremors within the Chaos Tree subsided. + +Max stared at it in stunned silence. + +The chaotic flame laws of the twelfth layer had been refined into something tangible. + +A dark red fruit hung upon the flame branch. + +And the energy it contained felt far beyond anything he had ever possessed before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1467.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1467.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76556c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1467.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1460: No intention of stopping!" +slug: "ch-1467" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1467 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes remained fixed on the dark red fruit hanging quietly from the flame branch of the Chaos Tree. For a long moment, he did not even notice the terrifying flames of the twelfth layer surrounding his body. His entire consciousness was immersed within his inner world, studying the transformation that had just taken place. + +The fruit was not ordinary in appearance. + +Its surface was smooth yet etched with faint patterns that resembled flowing flame laws. The dark red color was deep and rich, almost like condensed blood infused with fire. From within it, a subtle radiance pulsed outward, neither violent nor chaotic. Instead, it felt ancient and restrained, as though the overwhelming power it contained had been perfectly refined and compressed. + +The energy emanating from it was profoundly mysterious. + +It did not feel like raw flame energy. It did not feel like the chaotic flame laws that had once battered him within the Path to Eternal Flames. It felt complete. + +"What is this fruit?" Max muttered in shock. + +He had anticipated that the bud would transform into something meaningful, perhaps a new leaf, perhaps a crystallized fragment of law. He had never imagined it would condense into a fruit. + +After devouring such an immense amount of flame energy and even the chaotic flame laws of the twelfth layer, the bud had not erupted outward in destructive force. It had not formed a weapon. It had not reshaped the branch violently.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +It had borne fruit. + +Max’s mind raced. + +"What is the use of this fruit?" he wondered. + +From his understanding, the fruit should contain the refined essence of everything the bud had devoured. It must hold concentrated flame energy and chaotic flame laws in their purest state. The amount absorbed was staggering. The bud had siphoned energy from the entire twelfth layer, compressing it into this singular object. + +But what would happen if he consumed it? + +Would it elevate his Flame Concept directly into a true law? + +Would it grant him dominion over chaotic flames? + +Would it strengthen his body, his cultivation, or perhaps unlock a deeper layer of the Chaos Tree’s purpose? + +He could not immediately discern the answer. + +The fruit radiated no hostility. It did not resist his perception. When he extended his consciousness toward it, he felt a sense of resonance, as though it belonged to him entirely. It was the product of his own comprehension, his own endurance, his own journey through the Path to Eternal Flames. + +Yet the aura within it was immense. + +If all the flame energy and chaotic flame laws it contained were released at once, Max sensed that it would be enough to reshape an entire region. The power was condensed, controlled, waiting. + +A thought stirred within him. + +This fruit might not simply strengthen him in a conventional sense. It might represent a crystallized law, something beyond mere comprehension. + +Max remained silent as he studied it further. + +For now, he did not act rashly. + +The dark red fruit hung upon the Chaos Tree, pulsing softly with profound authority. + +And Max knew that whatever it represented, it was not something ordinary. + +"I will study what this fruit does later," Max muttered quietly as he shifted his gaze away from the Chaos Tree and back toward the blazing expanse of the twelfth layer. The dark red fruit continued to pulse softly behind him within his inner world, radiating its mysterious authority, but he did not allow curiosity to distract him further. + +"I should first clear the twelfth layer and go deeper." + +A faint smile appeared on his face. + +The Path to Eternal Flames had already given him more than anyone in history at his realm had ever obtained. Yet he could feel that this was not the end. The twelfth layer was not the final boundary of his potential. It was merely another stage. + +Moreover, his attention returned briefly to the flame branch of the Chaos Tree. The first fruit had stabilized completely, but the other four leaves were trembling more intensely now. Subtle protrusions had formed on each of them, indicating that they were on the verge of birthing buds of their own. + +"Sooner or later, the remaining four leaves will also give birth," he thought calmly. "I should take advantage of this trial and condense four more fruits." + +The logic was simple. + +The twelfth layer possessed flame energy and chaotic flame laws of the highest purity available within the Path. If one fruit had formed through the refinement of such energy, then remaining here and continuing deeper might allow the other leaves to undergo the same transformation. + +With that thought firmly in mind, Max began to walk forward once more within the twelfth layer. + +The flames here were vastly different from anything below. They burned with sovereign authority, their pressure unyielding and absolute. Each step forward demanded focus and control. Yet he did not hesitate. + +He had no intention of stopping. + +Why would he? + +He was not at his limit. + +Thus far, the Chaos Tree had carried him through the most suffocating portions of the Path. Its ability to devour and refine flame energy had weakened the oppressive laws around him, allowing him to endure depths that should have crushed him. + +Now, with four more buds on the verge of forming, the support he would receive would only increase. + +Even without relying entirely on the Chaos Tree, Max knew he possessed sufficient strength to withstand the twelfth layer. If he unleashed his full Flame Concept, activated his new class skills, and exerted his complete power, he was confident he could reach this depth or even push further. + +The Chaos Tree had simply made the process more efficient. + +And as long as he had not fully reached his limits, there was no reason for him to retreat. + +Step by step, Max advanced deeper into the twelfth layer, the sovereign flames bending slightly in his wake as the Chaos Tree continued to absorb and refine their essence. + +The Path to Eternal Flames had tested countless geniuses. + +But Max had no intention of being tested and leaving. + +He intended to conquer it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1468.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1468.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4d33784 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1468.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1461: Into the 13th Layer!" +slug: "ch-1468" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1468 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1080 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +When the projection showed Max moving once again within the twelfth layer, the entire viewing platform fell into stunned disbelief. + +"He is still advancing," an elder said, his voice almost hoarse from shock. "He has not stopped." + +Another elder stared upward with wide eyes. "Is Max not at his limits yet? This is the twelfth layer and he is still going strong." + +The murmurs grew louder as the realization spread. + +"How is this possible?" a disciple exclaimed. "He is only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm. The pressure here should be unbearable. Even the Saintess of the past could not step into this layer, yet he is walking through it." + +"It makes no sense," another elder added, shaking his head slowly. "At this depth, the flame laws are refined to the extreme. The authority here should crush a Rebirth Realm cultivator instantly." + +Victor Veron’s brows furrowed as he watched the projection with deep concentration. "This defies conventional understanding. At the twelfth layer, even maintaining one’s footing should require all of one’s strength. Yet he is advancing." + +Henry Lumin’s expression was grave. "Both Isabella and Zain reached their limits at the tenth and eleventh layers respectively. They could not move further because the pressure overwhelmed them. Why has Max not encountered that threshold?" + +Lilith Carol spoke thoughtfully. "There must be something fundamentally different about his foundation. The Path to Eternal Flames does not respond solely to brute strength. It tests comprehension and compatibility with the flame laws." + +The disciples were no less shaken. + +"Is he planning to reach the thirteenth layer?" + +"Is there even such a thing as a thirteenth layer?" + +"If he continues like this, who knows how far he will go." + +The atmosphere was filled with both excitement and disbelief. + +Many had expected Max to be ejected shortly after entering the twelfth layer. That would have been understandable. It would have been logical. Yet instead of collapsing or retreating, he was moving as though the oppressive environment around him had become something he could withstand. + +On the projection, the flames of the twelfth layer burned with sovereign intensity, yet Max’s figure continued forward steadily. His speed was not reckless, but neither was it hesitant. It was controlled and unwavering. + +Matthew Grimes observed carefully before speaking. "He does not appear strained to the point of collapse. His aura remains stable." + +Garry Heron remained silent, his eyes fixed sharply on the projection. The disbelief that flickered within them was impossible to hide entirely. + +An elder voiced the question that weighed upon every heart. "Why has he not reached his limit? Isabella reached hers at the tenth layer. Zain reached his at the eleventh. Why does the twelfth not seem to bind him in the same way?" + +No one could answer. + +The Path to Eternal Flames had always been a reliable measure of potential. Each layer corresponded to a cultivator’s limits. Yet Max stood as an anomaly. + +As he continued advancing within the twelfth layer, the shock among the elders and family heads deepened into something else entirely. + +This was no longer merely about breaking a record. + +It was about challenging their very understanding of limits. + +---- + +Soon, the number on the projection shifted again. + +Eleven thousand five hundred miles. + +A wave of disbelief rippled through the gathered crowd as Max crossed that mark without pause. Unlike before, he was no longer relying solely on the passive assistance of the Chaos Tree. His aura surged outward, steady and firm, as he began using his own strength to push forward against the crushing authority of the twelfth layer. + +The flames roared violently around him, their pressure condensing like a collapsing sky. The chaotic flame laws twisted and coiled, forming invisible barriers that would have shattered the will of an ordinary cultivator. Yet Max stepped through them with controlled force. His body radiated heat of its own, his Flame Concept resonating in harmony with the environment rather than being suppressed by it. + +Within him, the four remaining leaves on the flame branch trembled continuously. They devoured the surrounding energy and chaotic flame laws at an astonishing rate. Streams of crimson and gold flowed inward, refined and absorbed without waste. The absorption strengthened him subtly with each passing moment, easing the burden of the oppressive layer and allowing his pace to increase further. + +The combined effect was unmistakable. + +With the Chaos Tree refining the external laws and his own cultivation erupting outward in response, Max advanced more swiftly than before. + +Eleven thousand six hundred miles. + +Eleven thousand seven hundred miles. + +The projection flickered violently as the twelfth layer struggled to contain him. + +Outside, the elders and family heads watched in stunned silence. Their earlier astonishment had not yet faded, yet now it was compounded by something even more unimaginable. + +"He is accelerating," an elder whispered. + +Victor Veron stared at the projection, his voice low. "He is no longer merely enduring the twelfth layer. He is forcing his way through it." + +Henry Lumin’s expression stiffened. "This is beyond reason." + +Within the twelfth layer, Max’s steps became firmer, more decisive. The flames that had once resisted him now parted slightly as the Chaos Tree absorbed their essence. His own aura flared in response, controlled yet overwhelming. + +Soon, he arrived at the deepest region of the twelfth layer. + +Before him, faint and distant yet unmistakable, shimmered another boundary. + +The entrance to the thirteenth layer. + +For a brief moment, Max paused. + +His eyes locked onto the threshold. + +Then, without hesitation, he accelerated. + +WHOOSH. + +His figure blurred like a streak of crimson light as he surged forward with explosive speed. The oppressive flames of the twelfth layer were torn apart in his wake as he crossed the final distance in an instant. + +The boundary trembled violently. + +And then Max stepped through. + +He entered the thirteenth layer. + +Outside the dome, the projection flared brightly. + +Silence fell once more. + +The unthinkable had just happened again. + +The projection flickered violently as Max’s figure disappeared into the thirteenth layer, and for several heartbeats no one spoke. + +Then the silence shattered. + +"How could this be?" an elder blurted out, his voice rising uncontrollably. "How did his speed suddenly become so fast?" + +Another elder stepped forward, staring upward as if doubting his own vision. "What just happened? He was moving steadily before, and now he crossed the deepest part of the twelfth layer in a single surge. What happened to his limits?"𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +A murmur spread through the crowd, confusion replacing even their earlier awe. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1469.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1469.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56998c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1469.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1462: Growing More Buds!" +slug: "ch-1469" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1469 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"He was meditating on the lower layers," a hall master said slowly, trying to make sense of it. "He moved cautiously before. Yet now he is crossing the higher layers at a speed that surpasses reason." + +"This is impossible," another elder declared firmly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Only inner disciples at the Law Awakening Realm possess such explosive movement within the Path. Max is merely at the first level of the Rebirth Realm. How can he be this fast?" + +Victor Veron’s expression had lost its calm composure. "The pressure of the twelfth layer is something that even peak Rebirth Realm cultivators cannot endure for long. He not only endured it, he accelerated within it." + +Henry Lumin frowned deeply. "Earlier, he relied on steady comprehension. Now he is using force. The shift in his pace is unnatural." + +Lilith Carol narrowed her eyes as she observed the projection carefully. "There was a moment just before he surged forward. His aura changed. Something within him stabilized." + +Matthew Grimes remained silent for several seconds before speaking. "His foundation is far deeper than we estimated. The Path to Eternal Flames suppresses those who rely solely on brute force, yet he seems to harmonize with it." + +The disciples were in complete chaos. + +"Did he break through again?" + +"Did he gain some sudden enlightenment?" + +"No one at the Rebirth Realm should be able to move like that." + +Garry Heron’s face had grown rigid, the earlier dismissal completely gone. His lips pressed into a thin line as he watched the projection display the thirteenth layer for the first time in recorded memory at this realm. + +The elders exchanged stunned glances. + +"It was too fast," one of them muttered. "He crossed the final stretch of the twelfth layer as if the pressure had lost its authority over him." + +Another added in disbelief, "The Path is supposed to measure limits. It is meant to reveal the boundary of one’s potential. Why does it not restrain him?" + +The shock this time was deeper than before. + +Entering the twelfth layer had already rewritten history. + +Entering the thirteenth layer at that speed shattered every understanding they possessed about cultivation limits at the Rebirth Realm. + +Above them, the projection stabilized, revealing Max standing calmly within the thirteenth layer as though nothing extraordinary had just occurred. + +And that calm figure only intensified the disbelief spreading across the Black Dragon Palace. + +"Nice," Max muttered under his breath, a trace of excitement flashing across his eyes as he observed the flame branch of the Chaos Tree. All four remaining leaves trembled intensely now. The subtle protrusions beneath them had grown larger, fuller, as though they were straining against an invisible shell. + +"I should be able to make at least one of them grow its bud in this thirteenth layer, if not more," he said calmly.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +With that expectation in mind, he began moving forward within the thirteenth layer. + +The environment here was vastly different from the twelfth. The flames were darker, deeper in hue, and far more oppressive. They did not roar wildly. They burned in silence, dense and suffocating, pressing down from every direction like a collapsing domain. The chaotic flame laws had condensed into near tangible streams, flowing like molten rivers through the space around him. + +Yet Max moved quickly. + +Unlike before, he did not advance cautiously. His aura flared with controlled intensity, his Flame Concept resonating powerfully with the surroundings. The Chaos Tree within him devoured the oppressive energy at an astonishing pace. With every step forward, waves of chaotic flame laws were drawn inward, refined and compressed. + +12100 miles. + +12200 miles. + +His speed did not slow. + +Outside the dome, the projection flickered continuously as Max’s figure surged forward within the thirteenth layer. The elders and family heads could only watch in silent disbelief. + +Within his inner world, the second leaf trembled violently as it absorbed more and more refined energy. The chaotic flame laws of the thirteenth layer were purer and denser than those below. They poured into the Chaos Tree in torrents. + +When Max reached roughly halfway through the thirteenth layer, the transformation finally occurred. + +A sharp pulse resonated within him. + +The second leaf swelled abruptly, its surface glowing intensely before a crack appeared at its center. Energy condensed rapidly around it, and within moments, a new bud emerged from its surface. + +Max felt the change immediately. + +The moment the second bud formed, its absorption rate surpassed even the first fruit’s earlier devouring speed. Streams of flame energy bent unnaturally toward him, pulled in as though seized by invisible gravity. + +"Good," Max murmured, sensing the surge of refined power. + +With two active growth points on the flame branch, the surrounding pressure diminished even further. The chaotic flame laws that once pressed against him were being siphoned away before they could fully manifest. + +His pace increased. + +Twelve thousand six hundred miles. + +Twelve thousand seven hundred miles. + +The more buds that existed, the faster the energy was drawn inward. It was as though the entire thirteenth layer had become nourishment. + +By the time he neared the deepest part of the thirteenth layer, the third leaf began trembling uncontrollably. Its saturation had reached its peak. The constant influx of refined flame laws pushed it beyond its threshold. + +At the very depths of the thirteenth layer, just as the entrance to the next boundary shimmered faintly ahead, the third transformation occurred. + +The third leaf cracked open. + +A third bud emerged, pulsing with deep crimson light. + +The moment it formed, the rate of devouring intensified dramatically. The three growth points worked in unison, pulling in the surrounding energy with relentless efficiency. The oppressive aura of the thirteenth layer thinned visibly around Max’s figure. + +The chaotic flame laws that defined the environment were no longer obstacles. They were fuel. + +Max stood at the deepest part of the thirteenth layer, feeling the three buds drawing power continuously. The fourth and fifth leaves trembled harder than ever, their own thresholds approaching. + +The more buds that were born, the more aggressively the Chaos Tree consumed. + +And with every transformation, the Path to Eternal Flames itself seemed to weaken before him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-147.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-147.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5e55ea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-147.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 147: A False Domain" +slug: "ch-147" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 147 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1284 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +To Max’s question, Revenna didn’t pay any attention, her face solemn as she wondered about the depths of his strength. From what she had witnessed firsthand, Max excelled in speed, his physical strength surpassed hers, his defense was strong enough to resist her ice, and his prowess in both long-range attacks and close combat showed he was a versatile fighter. + +’He’s good in all areas, as if he possesses no weakness, but that’s impossible—everyone has weaknesses,’ she calmly analyzed the battle from the start and reached a conclusion. ’The only weakness he has is his level.’ Though he could fight above his rank, for how long could he keep it up? How long until he ran out of mana? + +Looking down at Max, Revenna slowly descended to the stage, her eyes not leaving him. "Your level is your strongest asset as well as your weakest link, you know that?" she asked, smiling. + +Max tilted his head, blankly. "Kind of." At that moment, the ten glowing long swords that had been dragged by the ten ice dragons flew back to Max, floating behind him. + +"So, what’s it gonna be? More dragons? Ice avalanche? Ice mountains, now?" Max asked, glancing at her. + +Revenna’s lips curled into a faint smile as she heard his words. "Something like that," she replied enigmatically, her frosty gaze locking onto him. "But I’m certain you’ll enjoy what’s next." + +With that, she closed her eyes briefly, her aura shifting. When her eyes reopened, a cold, piercing light glinted within them. Frost began seeping from her body, curling into the air like an icy mist. + +The frost spread quickly, freezing everything in its path. The stage beneath them groaned as it succumbed to the relentless chill, ice creeping outward with terrifying speed. Within moments, the entire stage had transformed into a glacial wasteland. + +What had once been solid ground was now an expanse of shimmering frost, jagged icicles rising like crystalline blades, ready to entrap and disorient her opponent. The frozen landscape reflected the light in a dazzling, yet eerie display. + +Max’s breath condensed in the frigid air as he surveyed the battlefield. "What is this?" he muttered, a bit shocked by the scene before him. A chill ran through him—not from the cold, but from the sheer oppressive power radiating from her aura. + +Revenna stood at the center of it all, calm and composed, as if the battlefield itself obeyed her will. "Welcome to my frozen battlefield," she said softly, her voice carrying a sharp edge, like a blade hidden beneath a blanket of snow. + +Max furrowed his brows as he studied the spectacle before him. "What kind of power is this?" he asked, his tone sharp with disbelief. He was certain that even a Level 3 Ice Aura couldn’t achieve something on this scale. + +"Why don’t you find out for yourself?" Revenna replied, her voice carrying an air of effortless confidence. A throne of ice materialized behind her, its intricate carvings glistening under the battlefield’s eerie, frozen light. She settled into it gracefully, her chin resting on one hand as she fixed Max with an almost playful gaze. "Go on." + +Max stood frozen—not from the cold, but from sheer disbelief. His opponent had just conjured an ice throne and sat down mid-battle, as if dismissing him as a threat. + +’Is she for real?’ Max thought, incredulous. ’We’re in the middle of a fight, and she’s pulling something like this?’ + +Despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of admiration. ’This is so cool... but why do I have to be the one facing it?’ + +Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as his eyes widened in sheer astonishment. Behind Revenna’s throne, the air shimmered and twisted, revealing an army of icy monsters. + +There were dozens of them—ice dragons with jagged wings, snarling wolves with crystalline fur, and a myriad of other beasts formed entirely from glistening ice. Each one stood as if awaiting her command, their cold, unblinking eyes fixed on Max. + +From his vantage point, the scene was both breathtaking and utterly terrifying. Revenna, seated on her frozen throne, looked every bit like a queen of frost commanding an unstoppable army. + +Max’s grip tightened on his sword as a chill ran down his spine. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" he muttered under his breath. + +He wasn’t the only one shocked by the scene—the other geniuses were even more shocked than him, for they understood what the scene in front of them meant. + +"A False Domain?" Veylin muttered, his expression extremely solemn. + +"Most likely." Crown Prince Aelric nodded, his eyes shining with admiration. "A True Domain is only possible through Concepts, and even that requires a high level of understanding. Nobody in the Lower Domains has ever achieved a True Domain." + +He added, glancing at the ice wasteland, "A False Domain, though—a mere replica, or should I say an incomplete domain—is far inferior to a True Domain, but in the Lower Domain, it might be one’s strongest means." + +Everyone’s expressions turned grave as Crown Prince Aelric’s words echoed through the air. They understood the weight of his revelation—a False Domain was a force to be reckoned with, especially in the Valora Continent, where not a single individual had yet mastered a True Domain. + +But what truly left them speechless was the one behind it all: Revenna Frostbane. + +Revenna was a known name in the North Region, but her reputation paled in comparison to the brilliance of figures like Veylin, Crown Prince Aelric, or Arthur Gale of the South. Among the geniuses of their generation, she was a shadowy figure, hidden by the Witch of the North—a name whispered in passing, a talent recognized but never fully acknowledged. + +Yet, no one, not even the most perceptive of them, had ever imagined that the mysterious genius of the North harbored the potential to eclipse them all. + +"I guess this battle is over then." Arthur Gale sneered, glancing at Max. + +"I won’t be that sure," Amelia said, glancing at Max. "He appeared surprised by the scale of her attack, but not scared." + +"Oh, I’m very sure he doesn’t know what he’s facing." Jack, the Mad Sword, sneered. "If he understood what we understand, he’d be trembling in fear right about now." + +Nobody thought Max would win from this stage. He was strong—maybe as strong as some of them—but surviving a domain, even a false one, wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. + +He just wasn’t at that level yet. + +Meanwhile, outside the Temple of Divine, the leaders of the other regions were shocked to witness a False Domain in play. + +"Witch of the North… She has hidden her geniuses deep," Kate said, her face serious as she glanced at the screen before them. + +James nodded. "This, and also the fact that we don’t have enough connections to the North, either in trade or just simple relations. We rarely know the quality of their geniuses." + +Aurelia understood all of that, but she wasn’t in the mood to discuss it. The strength Max displayed—the ability to battle one rank above himself—surprised her, so she wanted Max to win this battle. But Revenna’s reveal of the False Domain washed away all her hope of Max winning against her. + +"Don’t worry too much, Aurelia," the man in the mask, the leader of the Black Lotus Guild, said in a sly tone. "Until the very end, until the battle ends, it could go either way, so just watch patiently." + +Aurelia frowned upon hearing the ’encouraging’ words from the leader of the Black Lotus. But she ignored him as always. + +Turning to the screen, her expression became solemn as she saw the ice monsters under Revenna’s command spring into action. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1470.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1470.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..943323a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1470.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1463 - 14th Layer and Beyond!" +slug: "ch-1470" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1470 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1177 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +By the time Max reached the deepest part of the thirteenth layer, the shock outside the dome had changed in nature. + +Earlier, every breakthrough had caused an uproar. Every new layer had been met with gasps, shouts, trembling voices, and wild disbelief. Now, as the projection displayed Max standing calmly at the threshold of yet another boundary, a strange numbness had settled over the crowd. + +They were no longer screaming. + +They were no longer questioning how it was possible. + +They simply watched in pure shock. + +Inside the Path to Eternal Flames, Max did not pause. The two buds on the flame branch of the Chaos Tree pulsed rhythmically, devouring the refined energy of the thirteenth layer with frightening efficiency. The surrounding chaotic flame laws bent unnaturally toward him, siphoned away before they could exert their full oppressive force. + +He could feel the fourth and fifth leaves trembling intensely. Their saturation was almost complete. + +"There is no need to delay," Max thought calmly. + +The final stretch of the thirteenth layer burned fiercely ahead of him, but compared to the earlier layers, it no longer felt like an insurmountable wall. With two buds actively refining energy and his own strength reinforcing his advance, the pressure had become manageable. + +He stepped forward without hesitation. + +Twelve thousand eight hundred miles. + +Twelve thousand nine hundred miles. + +The projection above flickered as his figure moved steadily. Outside, the elders and family heads stared silently. Their expressions were no longer filled with raw disbelief. Instead, there was a deep, unsettled awe. + +"He is crossing again," an elder said softly, almost to himself. + +Victor Veron did not respond. His gaze was fixed upward, his mind clearly trying to recalibrate its understanding of limits. + +Henry Lumin folded his hands behind his back, his expression solemn. He no longer attempted to reason through it. + +Lilith Carol exhaled quietly. "We thought the twelfth layer was the peak for this realm. Then we thought the thirteenth would be a miracle. Now..." + +Her voice trailed off. + +Garry Heron stood rigid, his face devoid of its earlier dismissal. He did not speak. There was nothing left to argue. + +Inside the Path, Max crossed the final few miles of the thirteenth layer with controlled acceleration. The flames parted under the combined force of his aura and the Chaos Tree’s relentless absorption. + +He reached the boundary. + +Without wasting a single moment, he stepped forward. + +The barrier shimmered briefly before yielding. + +Max entered the fourteenth layer. + +Outside the dome, there was no explosive reaction this time. + +There was only silence. + +A deep, heavy silence. + +The projection stabilized, revealing his figure standing calmly within the fourteenth layer as though this ascent were nothing more than a natural progression. + +The elders did not shout. + +The disciples did not scream. + +They simply stared. + +They had become numb to the impossible. + +Each higher layer no longer felt like a boundary being broken. + +"Are we witnessing something monumental or what?" an elder finally said, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the viewing platform. His voice carried genuine disbelief. "I feel like I have been shocked more times in this single trial than in my entire life." + +A faint ripple of uneasy laughter passed through a few nearby elders, though it quickly faded. The projection above continued to show Max standing firmly within the fourteenth layer, the flames swirling around him as though they no longer possessed the authority to suppress him. + +Another elder folded his arms tightly across his chest as he spoke, his gaze fixed upward. "If Max keeps moving at this pace, then he might even cross the twentieth layer. That is the limit reserved for inner disciples." + +The words hung in the air like a forbidden thought. + +"Nah, that is impossible," a different elder responded immediately, though his tone lacked the certainty it once would have carried. "No matter how many miracles he creates, the twentieth layer is a completely different domain. That is where Law Awakening Realm inner disciples reach their limits. He is only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm." + +"Are you certain?" another elder interjected, shaking his head slowly. His eyes reflected both awe and resignation. "This young man has shattered every boundary we thought was absolute. First the twelfth layer, then the thirteenth, and now the fourteenth without pause. Each time we said it was impossible." + +Victor Veron remained silent for a long moment before speaking in a low voice. "The twentieth layer has always been regarded as the domain of inner disciples who have begun awakening true laws. If he approaches it at this realm, then the foundation of our understanding will need revision." + +Henry Lumin’s brows were drawn tightly together. "Even the strongest outer disciples in history could not cross the twelfth. The thirteenth and fourteenth were never even within consideration. Yet we are now debating the twentieth." + +Lilith Carol sighed softly. "We keep clinging to old limits. Perhaps it is not that the Path has changed. Perhaps we are simply witnessing someone who does not conform to it." + +The earlier frenzy had been replaced by something more profound. It was no longer simple shock. It was the gradual collapse of long held convictions. + +Another elder spoke quietly. "I used to believe the Path to Eternal Flames was the ultimate measure of potential. It drew clear lines. It revealed ceilings. Now those lines are blurring." + +The elder who had doubted earlier shook his head again, this time more slowly. "I would not be sure of anything related to him anymore. Every time we try to define his limit, he walks past it." + +Above them, the projection continued to display Max advancing deeper within the fourteenth layer, steady and composed. + +The question was no longer whether he would stop soon. + +The question had become how far this era was about to be pushed beyond everything they had believed possible. + +As the elders and family heads continued debating whether Max could truly approach the twentieth layer, the projection above shifted subtly. + +Within the fourteenth layer, Max had remained still for several moments. The sovereign flames swirled around him in dense spirals, pressing down with authority that would have crushed even seasoned inner disciples. Yet he had not moved. + +He was examining his Chaos Tree once more. + +Inside his inner world, the transformation was far from complete. Three buds had already formed on the flame branch, each devouring energy and chaotic flame laws with relentless efficiency. The fourth and fifth leaves trembled intensely, their surfaces glowing with deep crimson light. The energy absorbed from the thirteenth layer had pushed them to the brink of saturation. + +Now, within the fourteenth layer, the density and purity of the flame laws had increased once again. Streams of refined energy poured inward at an astonishing rate. The buds pulsed rhythmically, refining everything that entered. The first dark red fruit hung calmly, its surface glowing faintly as if stabilizing under the constant influx of nourishment. + +Max could feel it clearly. + +The fourth leaf was close. + +Very close. + +He exhaled slowly and opened his eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1471.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1471.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ca1021 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1471.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1464: Racing Through The Trial!" +slug: "ch-1471" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1471 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1055 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Within the fourteenth layer, the oppressive flames pressed down like a sovereign decree from the heavens. The chaotic flame laws here were refined to an astonishing degree, flowing in structured currents that sought to crush anything unworthy of their domain. Yet Max advanced at a steady, unwavering pace. His steps were neither hurried nor hesitant. They carried quiet confidence. + +The two existing buds on the flame branch of the Chaos Tree pulsed rhythmically as they absorbed the surrounding energy. The refined flame laws of the fourteenth layer streamed inward continuously, devoured and compressed without resistance. With every step Max took, the pressure that should have mounted instead thinned slightly around him. + +When he reached the halfway mark of the fourteenth layer, the fourth leaf could no longer endure the saturation of energy it had accumulated. + +A deep pulse resonated within his inner world. + +The fourth leaf swelled visibly before splitting open at its center. A new bud emerged from within, glowing with a deep crimson light that rivaled the others. The moment it formed, the rate of absorption intensified dramatically. + +The four growth points worked in harmony. + +The surrounding chaotic flame laws bent unnaturally toward Max, as though drawn by invisible gravity. The oppressive currents that once flowed against him were redirected inward, refined and condensed within the Chaos Tree. + +Max felt the difference immediately. + +The weight pressing upon his body lightened further. + +His speed increased. + +The flames that once resisted him now seemed to part before him, weakened by the relentless devouring force emanating from within. + +Swish.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +His figure blurred as he crossed the remaining distance of the fourteenth layer with controlled acceleration. The projection outside flickered as he surged forward, leaving the oppressive domain behind. + +Without pause, Max stepped into the fifteenth layer. + +The flames there were darker, heavier, and imbued with a deeper authority. The chaotic flame laws condensed into almost tangible structures, forming invisible barriers that would have shattered ordinary cultivators. + +Yet Max did not stop. + +He continued moving forward. + +Within him, the three buds pulsed powerfully, drawing in the energy of the fifteenth layer at a terrifying pace. The flame branch of the Chaos Tree glowed intensely, its structure stabilizing under the immense influx of refined laws. + +Soon, the fifth and final leaf reached its threshold. + +The constant devouring of energy pushed it beyond saturation. It trembled violently before splitting open, giving birth to the final bud. + +The moment it formed, the atmosphere around Max shifted once again. + +With four active buds working in unison alongside the already matured dark red fruit, the absorption rate surged to unprecedented levels. The chaotic flame laws of the fifteenth layer were siphoned inward faster than ever before. The oppressive pressure that defined the layer weakened noticeably in his immediate vicinity. + +Max’s speed continued to rise as though the Path to Eternal Flames had ceased being a trial and had become a highway carved for his ascent. Each step he took through the fifteenth layer felt lighter than the last. The four active buds on the flame branch devoured the refined energy relentlessly, thinning the oppressive currents around him while his own strength pushed forward without restraint. + +In what felt like moments rather than miles, he crossed the fifteenth layer and stepped into the sixteenth. + +The flames of the sixteenth layer burned with heavier authority. The chaotic flame laws condensed into disciplined torrents that pressed against his body from every direction. Yet his pace did not falter. The four buds pulsed in rhythm, drawing in the surrounding power at a frightening rate. The refined energy of the sixteenth layer flowed inward in thick streams, compressed and purified by the Chaos Tree. + +Max advanced steadily until he reached the deepest part of the sixteenth layer. + +Just as he approached the boundary, a profound shift occurred within him. + +The second bud trembled violently. Its surface cracked with deep crimson light, and the immense energy it had accumulated surged inward one final time. Then it condensed. + +The bud transformed into a dark red fruit, identical in form to the first but radiating its own dense authority. The flame branch now bore two fruits, heavy with refined chaotic flame laws. + +"Nice," Max said with a faint smile. "Just three more and I am done with this trial." + +He stepped forward and entered the seventeenth layer. + +The pressure there was significantly heavier. The chaotic flame laws were more aggressive, more sovereign in their suppression. However, with the second bud having matured into a fruit, the active absorption rate decreased slightly. The three remaining buds could not yet match the devouring intensity of four. + +The pressure increased around him. + +Max felt it immediately. + +Seeing this, he released the first vein of the Seven Divine Veins within his body. + +A deep pulse surged through him. His physique strengthened dramatically as divine energy flowed through his meridians. The oppressive flames that had pressed upon him moments earlier lost much of their weight. + +"I should be able to cross many layers with my physical body alone with the help of my first vein," he muttered calmly. + +With renewed force, he advanced through the seventeenth layer. His physical body endured the crushing pressure while the remaining buds continued refining the surrounding laws. Before long, he crossed the deepest point of the seventeenth layer and entered the eighteenth. + +The Path to Eternal Flames trembled as he ascended. + +Within the eighteenth layer, the third bud finally reached its limit. The refined energy of the higher layers had nourished it completely. As Max pressed forward, the bud condensed, its surface glowing intensely before transforming into a third dark red fruit. + +The absorption rate shifted again. + +Now only two buds remained active, but the authority of three fruits stabilized the flame branch, granting Max even greater resistance to the oppressive environment. + +He did not slow. + +He crossed the eighteenth layer and entered the nineteenth. + +The flames grew darker, heavier, almost black at their core. The chaotic laws here were no longer merely oppressive. They were tyrannical. Yet Max’s body, strengthened by the first divine vein, endured without faltering. + +Midway through the nineteenth layer, the fourth bud trembled and condensed. It too transformed into a dark red fruit, adding to the growing harvest upon the Chaos Tree. + +Four fruits now hung upon the flame branch. + +Only one bud remained. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1472.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1472.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f43bf89 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1472.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1465: Reaching the Limit!" +slug: "ch-1472" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1472 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1166 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max advanced relentlessly. + +He crossed the nineteenth layer, then the twentieth. + +Outside the dome, the elders had long since lost the ability to react with coherent speech. The twentieth layer had always been regarded as the domain of peak inner disciples. Yet Max passed it without pause. + +When he entered the twenty first layer, the final remaining bud could no longer contain the immense energy it had accumulated from the higher domains. + +As Max stepped deeper into the twenty first layer, the bud cracked open and condensed into the fifth dark red fruit. + +The transformation completed the flame branch. + +Five fruits now hung in solemn symmetry, each containing refined chaotic flame laws drawn from successive layers of the Path to Eternal Flames. + +Max stood within the twenty first layer, surrounded by sovereign flames that burned with terrifying authority. Yet his aura remained steady, supported by his strengthened physique and the five matured fruits stabilizing the Chaos Tree. + +The trial had long since surpassed legend. + +And still, he stood unbroken. + +"The pressure here is the strongest," Max muttered as he stood within the twenty first layer, drawing in slow and steady breaths. The flames surrounding him were no longer merely oppressive. They felt absolute. Each strand of chaotic flame law carried a weight that pressed against his body and spirit alike, testing the integrity of his foundation. + +"I do not think I can go much farther from here." + +He did not say it with frustration. He said it with clarity. + +The first vein of the Seven Divine Veins still pulsed within him, reinforcing his physique. The five dark red fruits hung heavily upon the flame branch of the Chaos Tree, each one stabilizing his internal structure and granting him extraordinary resistance. Yet even with these advantages, the twenty first layer was pushing him toward his threshold. + +The flames here did not merely burn. They judged. They weighed his existence and found its limits. + +Max lifted his gaze briefly toward the deeper expanse of the Path. Beyond the twenty first layer, the oppressive aura thickened further. It felt distant yet suffocating, like a mountain range of invisible authority rising ahead. + +He wanted to reach the thirty sixth layer.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +He wanted to see the peak of the Path to Eternal Flames, to understand the full extent of what this ancient trial contained. + +But desire did not override reality. + +With his current cultivation at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, advancing beyond the twenty first layer without the overwhelming support of the Chaos Tree would be reckless. Even with the Chaos Tree, the pressure here was already near his limit. + +Understanding this, Max slowly lowered himself to the ground and sat cross legged. + +The sovereign flames continued to swirl around him, but his aura stabilized as he withdrew his focus inward. + +The Path to Eternal Flames was not merely a ladder of endurance. It was a training ground. It existed so that true disciples and core disciples could temper themselves and comprehend a cosmic path. Each layer carried refined flame laws meant to guide those who could perceive them. + +Max closed his eyes. + +He allowed the oppressive flames to press against him while his consciousness expanded outward, touching the intricate structure of the chaotic flame laws within the twenty first layer. These were no longer fragmented concepts. They were layered, interconnected, forming a greater structure that hinted at something beyond simple flame mastery. + +He began to analyze them carefully. + +The chaotic flames here were not merely destructive. They carried a sense of order within their chaos, a rhythm hidden beneath their fury. It was as though they embodied a path that transcended ordinary flame comprehension. + +Max understood that this was the true purpose of the trial. + +To temper the body was secondary. + +To comprehend the cosmic path embedded within the flames was the true reward. + +He immersed himself fully. + +Whether this cosmic path was suitable for him or not remained to be seen. But he would not leave without understanding what the Path to Eternal Flames had to offer. + +Within the twenty first layer, surrounded by sovereign fire, Max began his true comprehension. + +When the projection showed Max sitting down within the twenty first layer instead of continuing forward, the long standing tension on the viewing platform finally shifted. + +For the first time since he began his unstoppable ascent from the thirteenth layer onward, he had stopped. + +"He finally reached his limits?" Victor Veron exhaled slowly as he spoke, the weight in his voice carrying both relief and lingering disbelief. His gaze remained fixed on the projection, where Max sat cross legged amid the sovereign flames of the twenty first layer. "I must admit, I did not know where his limit would appear anymore." + +Henry Lumin nodded faintly, his expression still solemn. "From the thirteenth layer all the way to the twenty first, he crossed them one after another. Each time we thought this would be the end, he stepped beyond." + +Lilith Carol’s eyes were steady, though her tone carried quiet awe. "We anticipated his limit at the twelfth. Then at the thirteenth. Then perhaps the fifteenth. Yet he continued climbing as if the Path itself were unfolding before him." + +An elder nearby sighed deeply. "When he entered the twentieth layer, I believed that was the absolute boundary. That layer is the acknowledged limit for inner disciples in the Law Awakening Realm. Yet he did not stop there." + +Another elder shook his head slowly. "The way he accelerated from the thirteenth to the twenty first layer left us no room to breathe. Every prediction we made was shattered." + +The disciples below were no less overwhelmed. + +"So this is his limit?" one of them asked quietly. + +Victor Veron clasped his hands behind his back and studied the projection carefully. "There is no shame in reaching one’s limit. The twenty first layer is already beyond any outer disciple in our clan’s recorded history." + +Henry Lumin spoke with measured respect. "Even the greatest geniuses of previous generations could not approach this depth at the Rebirth Realm. The fact that he sits calmly at the twenty first layer speaks volumes about his foundation." + +Lilith Carol added softly, "And he does not appear exhausted. He is not collapsing. He has chosen to stop." + +That observation caused a subtle shift in the atmosphere. + +Matthew Grimes, who had been silent, finally spoke. "He understands his boundary. He is not pushing recklessly. Instead, he is using the twenty first layer as a place of comprehension." + +The earlier frenzy of disbelief had transformed into something quieter, heavier. + +Max had not been ejected. + +He had not been defeated. + +He had simply recognized the current limit of his cultivation and chosen to cultivate within it. + +After watching him break every expectation from the twelfth layer onward, the gathered elders and family heads no longer dared to define his future ceiling. + +The projection continued to show Max seated calmly within the twenty first layer, flames swirling around him like obedient servants. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1473.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1473.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..67610e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1473.md @@ -0,0 +1,130 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1466: Cosmic Path of Eternal Flames!" +slug: "ch-1473" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1473 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1080 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"From what I can tell, the flames in this trial are extraordinarily abundant," Max muttered softly as he sat cross legged within the twenty first layer. His breathing had steadied completely, and his consciousness had expanded outward, merging with the oppressive yet profound flame laws surrounding him. + +The flames here were unlike ordinary fire. They did not flicker randomly. They did not burn wildly without purpose. Even in their chaos, there was continuity. + +Max allowed the oppressive heat to press against his body without resistance. Instead of rejecting it, he observed it. + +He traced the structure of the flame laws he had encountered from the first layer all the way to the twenty first. At the lower layers, the flames had been turbulent and scattered, easily influenced by comprehension. As he climbed higher, they became denser, more structured, more disciplined. By the time he reached the upper layers, the chaotic flame laws no longer felt unstable. They felt complete. + +He began to piece together a pattern. + +At no point within the Path to Eternal Flames did the fire diminish on its own. The flames were constantly replenished. Even when consumed by the Chaos Tree, they regenerated. Even when suppressed by stronger aura, they reignited. + +There was no sense of exhaustion within them. + +Max focused on the essence of the chaotic flame laws around him. He did not attempt to force comprehension. He simply observed. + +The flames did not seek destruction alone. They sought continuation. + +Even when crushed, they reformed. + +Even when scattered, they gathered again. + +The chaotic flame laws of the twenty first layer carried an unbroken rhythm. Beneath the oppressive authority, there was persistence. A subtle but undeniable refusal to extinguish. + +Max slowly opened his eyes. + +"The flames here are not merely about power," he murmured to himself. "They are about endurance." + +He recalled every layer he had crossed. The deeper he went, the more resilient the flames became. The higher the layer, the less they relied on violent surges. Instead, they embodied a steady, relentless presence. + +He remembered how the flames of the upper layers did not flare dramatically when challenged. They simply continued to exist, pressing forward with unwavering persistence. + +A realization formed gradually in his mind. + +"The essence of this Path is not chaos alone," he said quietly. "It is the eternal nature of flame." + +Flame, when ignited, sought to continue. It consumed, it spread, it sustained itself as long as there was fuel. The chaotic flame laws here did not represent a momentary burst of destruction. They represented fire that refused to die once it had been ablaze. + +Max lowered his gaze slightly as the thought settled. + +"This cosmic path... it may not be about mastering destruction. It may be about mastering continuity." + +He had not comprehended the cosmic path yet. He had not grasped it fully. But through observing the structure of the flame laws from the first layer to the twenty first, he could sense its direction. + +The trial was not testing who could endure the highest heat. + +It was guiding cultivators toward understanding a flame that did not extinguish. + +A flame that persisted through pressure. + +A flame that remained even when suppressed. + +Max closed his eyes again. + +"I have not comprehended it," he admitted inwardly. "But I understand its direction." + +The Path to Eternal Flames was pointing toward something deeper than ordinary fire. + +It was pointing toward eternity. + +"Cosmic Path of Eternal Flames..." Max murmured softly as he sat within the twenty first layer, the oppressive heat washing over him like a constant tide. The phrase echoed in his mind as he reflected on the direction the Path to Eternal Flames was guiding its disciples toward. An eternal flame that refused to extinguish. A fire that endured endlessly once ignited. + +It was profound. + +It was powerful. + +Yet it did not resonate with him. + +Max opened his eyes slowly and allowed his own black flames to rise gently around his body. They did not blaze brightly like the flames of the Path. They did not shimmer with golden radiance. His flames were deep and dark, like shadows given form. They consumed light rather than emitted it. + +His black flames were yin in nature. + +They devoured. + +They absorbed. + +They did not seek to endure endlessly for the sake of persistence. They sought to consume and assimilate. + +The more he contemplated the eternal nature of the flames within this trial, the clearer it became that this was not the path meant for him. The cosmic path of eternal flames was about continuity, about sustaining existence against all suppression. + +His flames were different. + +They did not simply endure. + +They devoured what opposed them. + +"They would not follow this path," Max said quietly. "The path of eternal flames does not suit my black flames." + +He closed his eyes once more and focused inward. + +From the moment his black flames were born, they had possessed a devouring attribute. They consumed energy, laws, and even concepts. They were not satisfied with merely existing. They grew stronger by assimilating what they devoured.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +If he were to force them onto the path of eternity, he would be suppressing their true nature. + +Max understood that a cosmic path must align with one’s essence. If it did not resonate deeply with one’s own foundation, it would eventually become a limitation rather than an elevation. + +"I should shape my cosmic path around devouring," he muttered with clarity. + +His black flames already carried that nature. If he could refine that aspect into a true cosmic direction, then his flames would grow exponentially stronger. A devouring flame would not merely persist endlessly. It would consume endlessly. + +And in doing so, it would sustain itself naturally. + +The stronger the devouring nature, the more powerful the flame. + +The more powerful the flame, the more it could devour. + +The relationship would reinforce itself continuously. + +Max’s breathing slowed as his mind sharpened. + +"The cosmic path of my flames must align with their essence," he thought calmly. "Not eternal persistence, but endless devouring." + +The flames of the Path to Eternal Flames continued to burn around him, embodying the principle of eternity. Yet within his own domain, his black flames stirred with quiet hunger. + +He did not reject the cosmic path offered by the trial. + +He simply chose not to follow it. + +Instead, he began contemplating how to refine his own path, one rooted in devouring, one that would allow his flames to grow without bound by consuming everything in their wake. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1474.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1474.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f599838 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1474.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1467: Increasing Cultivation!" +slug: "ch-1474" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1474 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max was deeply immersed in contemplation, refining the outline of a devouring path for his flames, when a subtle shift in the surrounding energy caught his attention. The oppressive fire of the twenty first layer had not changed in density, yet something within him stirred. + +The Chaos Tree, which had grown quiet after the final bud matured into fruit, began to move again. + +A faint pull formed inside his chest. + +"What is going on?" Max frowned slightly as he focused inward. + +He was certain that after all five buds had transformed into dark red fruits, the devouring process had stabilized. The fruits had hung calmly upon the flame branch, radiating condensed authority but no longer aggressively siphoning the surrounding laws. + +Yet now, without his command, energy from the twenty first layer began flowing into him once more. + +Curious and alert, Max turned his consciousness inward to examine the Chaos Tree. + +What he saw startled him. + +All five dark red fruits were glowing simultaneously. + +Their surfaces shimmered with intense crimson radiance, far brighter than before. Fine lines of light connected them, forming an intricate network across the flame branch. The five fruits were no longer isolated entities. They were resonating with one another. + +The resonance deepened with each passing moment. + +The surrounding chaotic flame laws of the twenty first layer trembled faintly as streams of refined energy were drawn inward. However, unlike before, this absorption was no longer limited to strengthening the flame branch itself. + +The energy flowed beyond the fruits. + +It entered his meridians. + +It circulated through his body. + +Max’s eyes widened. + +"The energy is entering my cultivation base," he realized. + +The refined chaotic flame laws, compressed and purified by the resonance of the five fruits, were being converted into a form his body could directly absorb. Instead of merely nourishing the Chaos Tree, the energy was now strengthening his cultivation. + +He felt it clearly. + +His Rebirth Realm foundation trembled slightly as the influx of refined power merged into it. The first level of the Rebirth Realm stabilized further, becoming denser and more profound. His internal aura grew subtly stronger. + +Max had previously attempted to devour the energy of the Path through his black flames to increase his cultivation, but the laws governing the trial had rejected that approach. The Path to Eternal Flames was not meant to be plundered recklessly. Its structure prevented direct absorption through ordinary means. + +Yet now, the Chaos Tree had found a way around that limitation. + +The five fruits resonated in unison, refining the surrounding chaotic flame laws to such a degree that the energy lost its oppressive nature. It became pure nourishment. + +Max could not suppress the faint smile forming on his lips. + +"So this is the deeper function of the fruits," he murmured. + +They were not merely condensed law fragments. + +They were converters. + +The Path to Eternal Flames still burned fiercely around him, its sovereign authority intact. Yet through the resonance of the five fruits, its energy was being subtly siphoned, refined, and integrated into his cultivation without violating the trial’s restrictions. + +He felt his foundation strengthening steadily. + +The more the fruits resonated, the more efficiently they drew in energy. + +Max closed his eyes once more, but this time not merely to comprehend. + +He allowed the resonance to continue. + +The Chaos Tree, once again, had begun to reveal another layer of its mysterious purpose. + +"At this rate, I might break through to the Second Level of the Rebirth Realm," Max muttered under his breath as he sensed the terrifying density of energy within the Twenty First Layer and the equally terrifying speed at which the Chaos Tree was absorbing it. + +The energy here was far denser than anything below, filled with violent intent and compressed vitality that would have crushed an ordinary cultivator into dust. Yet the Chaos Tree did not reject it. Instead, it devoured it. + +At first, the absorption was steady, like a powerful river flowing into a vast sea. The energy streamed into the five fruits to leaves, passed through the branches, and descended into the trunk where it was refined by the chaotic essence that formed the foundation of Max’s existence. + +From there, it transformed into a purer, more obedient force before being released into his meridians. His bones trembled faintly as that refined power entered them. His flesh tightened, his blood grew hotter, and the veins within him expanded under the constant pressure. + +The sensation was not painful, yet it was far from comfortable. It felt as though every cell in his body was being dismantled and reconstructed with greater precision. + +As minutes passed, Max noticed something subtle. The rate of absorption was no longer constant. The Chaos Tree was adapting. + +The leaves that had once flickered gently now glowed with deeper luster. Their surfaces seemed to ripple as if they had developed an appetite. The surrounding energy of the Twenty First Layer began to swirl more violently, forming visible currents that spiraled toward Max’s position. + +ven the oppressive pressure in the air shifted slightly, as though a vortex had been born at the center of the layer. The Chaos Tree did not merely accept the energy now. It pulled it in. + +The transformation within his body accelerated. His inner source expanded outward with a deep resonant hum, and the chaotic energy within it began to rotate at greater speed. The whirlpool of power compressed upon itself repeatedly, becoming denser and heavier with each cycle. + +His aura, which had been stable at the peak of the First Level of the Rebirth Realm, began to tremble uncontrollably. Fine cracks appeared within the invisible barrier that separated his current realm from the next. + +Max gritted his teeth as waves of force surged through his limbs. The bones within his arms and legs emitted faint cracking sounds as impurities were forced out and reduced to nothing under the chaotic refinement. + +His heartbeat grew louder in his ears, each pulse synchronized with the rotation of the Chaos Tree’s core. The connection between him and the tree deepened, as though their existences were merging into a singular cultivation engine. + +Then it happened. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1475.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1475.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3863caf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1475.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1468: Third level of Rebirth Realm!" +slug: "ch-1475" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1475 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1084 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The whirlpool inside his inner source collapsed inward before exploding outward in controlled expansion. The barrier shattered completely. + +A powerful surge of energy burst from his body, sweeping across the surrounding area and causing the dense energy of the Twenty First Layer to ripple violently. + +Max inhaled sharply as clarity flooded his senses. His meridians felt wider. His flesh felt lighter yet stronger. The chaotic energy circulating within him carried greater weight and authority. + +He had stepped into the Second Level of the Rebirth Realm. + +However, the Chaos Tree did not slow down. + +Instead, as if awakened by his breakthrough, its roots extended deeper into the surrounding layer. The rate of devouring increased once more. The vortex above him intensified until the energy in the Twenty First Layer visibly thinned in his immediate vicinity. + +The tree’s trunk pulsed rhythmically, each pulse sending refined streams of power into his dantian without pause. There was no stagnation, no instability. The chaotic essence neutralized every trace of impurity before it could even form. + +Max realized with shock that his cultivation was not stabilizing at the Second Level. It was climbing. + +The newly formed foundation of the Second Level was reinforced rapidly. Energy condensed into layers within his dantian, stacking upon each other with terrifying efficiency. His spiritual perception expanded outward, allowing him to sense fluctuations in the layer far beyond his immediate range. + +The pressure that had once forced him to move carefully now felt manageable, as though his body had adapted to the brutality of this realm. + +Hours passed in relentless refinement. + +The Chaos Tree seemed tireless. Its branches shone brighter than before, and faint chaotic patterns began to circulate along its bark. The more it devoured, the stronger it became, and the stronger it became, the faster it devoured. The feedback loop was frightening. + +Inside Max’s body, the energy density reached another critical threshold. The whirlpool in his dantian spun so quickly that it blurred into a sphere of pure darkness laced with faint streaks of chaotic light. The pressure built once again, compressing inward with such force that his muscles tensed involuntarily. + +He understood immediately. + +Another breakthrough was imminent. + +Max steadied his breathing and guided the surging power through every meridian with absolute focus. The chaotic energy hammered against the invisible wall of the Third Level. The first impact caused his entire body to shake violently. The second impact made his vision blur for a moment. The third impact shattered the barrier completely. + +A deeper and more profound wave of power erupted from him. The ground beneath his feet cracked as the aura of the Third Level of the Rebirth Realm unfolded around him with undeniable authority. + +His bones felt heavier yet indestructible. His blood carried greater vitality. His connection to the Chaos Tree felt more seamless, as though the distance between them had diminished further. + +Max slowly opened his eyes. + +The energy vortex above him continued to swirl, but now it felt smaller compared to the vast capacity within his body. The Chaos Tree stood silently within his inner world, its fruits and leaves swaying with satisfaction as it continued to draw in the power of the Twenty First Layer. + +A faint smile formed on Max’s lips. "Good." + +He truly had not expected this outcome. When he entered the second trial of the Path to Eternal Flames, his intentions had been cautious and controlled. He had already prepared himself mentally to endure the pressure while stabilizing his First Level of the Rebirth Realm. + +The resources sent by the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan were meant to be his foundation for further breakthroughs after all the three trials concluded. + +Yet reality had overturned his expectations completely. + +The power within his body felt nothing like the initial instability of a fresh breakthrough. It was firm, dense, and astonishingly steady. The Second Level had been crossed in a rush of overwhelming force, and before he could even adapt fully to that stage, the Third Level followed as if it had always been within reach. + +The Chaos Tree had devoured the energy of the Twenty First Layer with relentless hunger, refining and pouring it into him without pause. There had been no need for external or sacred resources. The violent energy of the trial itself had become his nourishment. + +A faint smile touched his lips as he accepted the irony. He had entered the trial seeking stability and left it with two levels gained. + +"Now I guess I am done with this second trial," Max muttered softly.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +There was no hesitation in his tone. He had achieved more than he initially desired, and there was no reason to linger further. The pressure of the layer no longer felt like an insurmountable obstacle, yet he understood that greed could invite unnecessary danger. His purpose had been fulfilled. Continuing deeper without preparation would not be wise. + +The moment the thought of leaving formed clearly in his mind, the space around him responded instantly. The oppressive heat and dense energy of the Twenty First Layer began to distort. The swirling currents of flames and chaotic aura stretched into streaks of light as spatial power enveloped his body. His vision blurred for a fraction of a second as the Path to Eternal Flames acknowledged his decision. + +In the next instant, the suffocating heat vanished completely. + +Max felt the firm ground of the outside world beneath his feet as the teleportation concluded. The overwhelming pressure of the trial was replaced by calm air, and the contrast made the silence feel almost unnatural. + +A young disciple near the front suddenly pointed toward him with wide eyes. + +"Max is out!" + +His shout broke the silence like a stone thrown into still water. + +Another disciple beside him swallowed hard and spoke in disbelief. "His aura... tell me I am mistaken. He was at the First Level before entering, was he not?" + +An elder from one of the seven families narrowed his eyes and released a thread of spiritual sense toward Max before retracting it almost instantly, his expression turning solemn. "You are not mistaken. That is the fluctuation of the Third Level of the Rebirth Realm." + +The surrounding disciples erupted into murmurs that quickly turned into open exclamations. + +"What a monster! Even while giving up he leveled up two times in the trial!" + +"Leveling up inside the Path to Eternal Flames is already dangerous, and he did it twice!" + +"Only someone like Max could level up in the Path to Eternal Flames!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1476.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1476.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a11acb8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1476.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1469: Rewards!" +slug: "ch-1476" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1476 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1390 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You did good." + +Lady Virelia’s voice carried warmth as she stepped forward, her elegant figure appearing before Max with a proud smile that she did not bother to conceal. Her eyes, which usually held a calm and distant authority, now reflected unmistakable satisfaction. + +Max inclined his head respectfully. "Thanks for the praise, Master." + +His tone was steady, yet there was genuine gratitude in his voice. Although he had achieved the breakthrough through his own efforts and the power of the Chaos Tree, he understood that without Lady Virelia’s guidance and protection, he would never have been standing here so confidently in the first place. + +As their brief exchange ended, Max suddenly became aware of something unusual. + +The space outside the dome of the second trial had grown strangely quiet. Conversations that had been buzzing moments ago seemed to fade into a heavy silence. He lifted his gaze slightly and froze for a fraction of a second when he realized that every single person present was looking directly at him. + +Not just a few disciples. Not merely the elders from his own faction. + +Everyone. + +The disciples stood in clusters, their expressions no longer filled with casual curiosity. Their eyes were shining with excitement that bordered on reverence. Some of them looked as though they had just witnessed something legendary unfold before their very eyes. + +A few younger disciples even straightened their backs instinctively when his gaze brushed past them, as if they were standing in the presence of someone far above their own level. + +The elders were no different in their own restrained manner. Their expressions carried open approval. Several of them nodded toward him with bright smiles that were rarely seen on faces accustomed to authority and composure. There was no trace of indifference in their eyes. Instead, there was recognition. + +’What happened?’ Max wondered silently what exactly he had done to draw such overwhelming attention. + +In his mind, he had simply completed the second trial and gained two levels due to an opportunity presented by the Twenty First Layer. To him, it was a matter of seizing the moment and utilizing the Chaos Tree’s unique advantage. He had not considered it a spectacle worthy of such admiration. + +What Max did not realize was the true significance of his feat. + +Within the Path to Eternal Flames, outer disciples were historically limited by terrifying pressure. The highest layer an outer disciple had ever reached was the Eleventh Layer, and even that achievement had been recorded as an exceptional case in the sect’s history. Most disciples were forced to retreat much earlier, unable to withstand the increasingly oppressive flames and spiritual density. + +Max had not only surpassed that limit. + +He had doubled it. + +He had stepped into the Twenty First Layer. + +If he had been aware of this fact in its entirety, he would have understood why the disciples looked at him with shining eyes and why the elders nodded with such unrestrained satisfaction. To them, he was no longer merely a promising outer disciple. He had shattered a ceiling that had stood unchallenged for generations. + +Lady Virelia observed his slight confusion and allowed her smile to deepen subtly. She did not explain the reason behind the gazes surrounding him. In her eyes, realization would come naturally with time. + +For now, Max simply stood there beneath the collective attention of the entire assembly, unaware that his name had just carved itself into the history of the Path to Eternal Flames. + +However, just as Max was still trying to understand the weight of the gazes directed at him, a new disturbance rippled through the plaza, and the atmosphere grew even more solemn than before. + +A powerful yet restrained aura descended from above, carrying the authority of someone who stood at the peak of the clan’s hierarchy. The crowd instinctively parted as a tall figure walked forward with measured steps, his robes bearing the unmistakable insignia of the Grimes Family. + +"Max Morgan." + +The voice was calm, yet it resonated clearly across the entire plaza without the need for force. + +Max immediately straightened and bowed respectfully. Before him stood Mathew Grimes, the head of the Grimes Family. Even among the elders, his presence commanded unquestionable authority. + +Mathew’s gaze rested steadily on Max, and there was no attempt to hide the approval in his eyes. "Your performance in the second trial was the highest achieved by any disciple of the outer halls." + +A subtle wave of murmurs spread through the crowd at those words. + +Mathew continued without pause. "Because of this, you are to be rewarded with two honors."𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +The silence deepened. + +"First, you are granted the seat of a true disciple. Once this grand trial concludes, you will officially become a true disciple of our Black Dragon Clan." + +The words fell like thunder. + +For a brief moment, no one reacted as though their minds needed time to process what had just been announced. Then, the silence fractured. + +The disciples stared at Max with expressions that shifted rapidly from shock to disbelief and then to unconcealed jealousy. To become a true disciple was the dream that countless outer hall disciples chased for years. + +Some spent decades attempting to climb through ranks, competing fiercely in trials and missions just to earn recognition. The seat of a true disciple was not merely a title. It represented access to superior resources, direct guidance from high level elders, and a status that placed one far above ordinary disciples. + +And now, in the middle of the grand trial, before the final stage had even begun, that status had been granted to Max. + +There had been only three seats for the true disciple this time around and one had been given to Max just like that. + +Mathew’s voice remained composed as he delivered the second reward. "Second, you are permitted to enter the ancestral chamber of the Black Dragon Clan and choose any inheritance techniques you wish to cultivate." + +This statement ignited an even stronger reaction. + +Several disciples could not suppress the tightening of their jaws. The ancestral chamber was a sacred place that contained the core techniques and inheritances accumulated by the Black Dragon Clan over generations. Only those of significant merit or of direct bloodline standing were granted entry. Even some core hall disciples had never stepped foot inside. + +A young disciple whispered under his breath, "The ancestral chamber... he can choose any inheritance he wants." + +Another disciple clenched his fists tightly but forced himself to nod. "It is deserved. No one has ever reached the Twenty First Layer before." + +An elder standing among the observers spoke in a low voice to the one beside him. "Granting him the status of true disciple before the final trial ends shows how highly the family heads value him." + +The other elder responded thoughtfully. "It is not favoritism. It is urgency. A talent that can break records at such a level cannot be treated with ordinary standards." + +Indeed, while jealousy lingered in many eyes, there was also reluctant acceptance. The records Max had shattered within the Path to Eternal Flames were undeniable. The miracles he had created since the beginning of the grand trial were not isolated incidents. They formed a pattern of excellence that demanded recognition. + +The family heads were not blind. + +They understood that talents like this did not appear often. When they did, hesitation could mean losing the opportunity to bind such a genius firmly to the clan’s core. + +Max stood quietly as the announcement echoed in his ears. Even he had not anticipated such immediate rewards. Becoming a true disciple after the grand trial was one thing. Being publicly declared before the final stage had even taken place was another entirely. + +He bowed respectfully toward Mathew Grimes. "I will not disappoint the clan." + +His voice carried calm determination rather than arrogance. + +Around him, the disciples continued to look on with mixed emotions, yet none dared to challenge the decision. Deep down, they understood that only someone who had gone beyond the limits of the outer halls, someone who had stepped into territory no outer disciple had ever reached, could justify such unprecedented recognition. + +At that moment, the message was clear to everyone present. + +Max Morgan was no longer merely a rising star among outer disciples. + +He had been officially marked as a future pillar of the Black Dragon Clan. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1477.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1477.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c4fc261 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1477.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1470: Combat Legion Tower" +slug: "ch-1477" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1477 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Nice.’ + +Max kept the thought to himself, his expression outwardly calm as the announcement of his rewards settled over the plaza. Becoming a true disciple and gaining access to the ancestral chamber of the Black Dragon Clan was undeniably a major step forward. + +For most cultivators, such an opportunity would have been enough to satisfy their ambitions for years. The strongest inheritances of the clan were treasures that countless disciples dreamed of obtaining, and now those doors would open to him without obstruction. + +However, his ambition no longer stopped at the Black Dragon Clan’s techniques. + +Ever since he had learned that his own bloodline possessed the potential to evolve by devouring or integrating a higher tier lineage, his focus had shifted. The Imperial Bloodline was not merely a prestigious bloodline within the clan. It was a source of power that stood at the apex of their lineage hierarchy. + +If he could obtain it and find a way to refine or assimilate it, the evolution of his own bloodline might advance to an entirely new stage. Compared to that possibility, even the ancestral techniques seemed secondary. + +The thought sharpened his gaze. + +Almost instinctively, Max turned his head and looked toward Isabella. + +A faint curve appeared on his lips. + +To the surrounding disciples, it looked like a composed and confident smile that naturally belonged to someone who had just received immense recognition. + +To Isabella, however, it felt entirely different. She saw the subtle narrowing of his eyes, the slight lift of his chin, and the quiet confidence radiating from him. To her, it was not a simple smile. It was the expression of someone standing above her. + +It was a look that declared superiority without words. + +Her fingers tightened at her sides. + +She hated that expression. + +She hated how effortlessly he wore it. + +She hated that she had no grounds to refute it. + +In terms of potential displayed during the trials, she had been surpassed. The Twenty First Layer of the Path to Eternal Flames had crushed even her confidence. She had always believed herself to be among the most gifted of her generation, especially as the Saintess in training of the Black Dragon Clan. + +Her Imperial Bloodline was destined to fully awaken within a few years, and once it did, she would stand at the very pinnacle of the younger generation. That future had always been certain in her mind. + +Yet now, standing there and watching Max receive unprecedented rewards before the final trial had even begun, that certainty felt shaken. + +As if that were not enough, the memory of their bet pressed heavily against her pride. + +Ten years. + +Ten full years as his maid. + +The humiliation burned within her chest like a silent flame. She, who had been revered since childhood as the future Saintess, who had been treated with respect and caution by elders and disciples alike, was now bound by her own words. The bet had been made publicly. There was no room for retreat without tarnishing her honor and the dignity of her lineage. + +Her status did not shield her from the consequences. + +She could feel the occasional glance directed at her by nearby disciples. Although none dared to mock her openly, the knowledge of her loss lingered in the air. It was a stain on her pride that she had never experienced before in her life. + +She lifted her chin slightly, forcing her expression into one of composure, yet inside, resentment churned. + +She hated this situation. + +She hated the way fate had turned. + +She hated that the person standing above her at this moment was the very one who held the key to her future humiliation. + +Most of all, she hated the fact that she could not deny his strength. + +Max held her gaze for a moment longer before looking away as though nothing significant had occurred. To him, this was merely another step forward on his path. To her, it was a wound carved into her pride. + +Around them, the plaza remained filled with murmurs of admiration and envy, but between Max and Isabella, an unspoken tension had quietly deepened. + +"The second trial has ended."𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +The deep and steady voice of Grand Elder Waller echoed across the plaza as his figure appeared above the gathering, descending slowly with an aura of authority that immediately silenced the lingering discussions. + +The disciples who had been whispering about Max’s achievement and the rewards announced moments ago straightened instinctively, their attention shifting toward the elder who now presided over the next phase of the grand trial. + +Grand Elder Waller’s gaze swept across the crowd, lingering briefly on the younger generation before he spoke again. + +"You should all know that the theme for the last trial is battle." + +His tone was neither harsh nor lenient, yet it carried a weight that pressed down on every listener. + +"Hundred Battles Trial. As the name suggests, you will face one hundred consecutive battles. However, how far you advance within those hundred battles will depend entirely on your own strength, endurance, and will." + +A subtle tension spread among the disciples at those words. The phrase one hundred consecutive battles alone was enough to make many of them inhale sharply. Fighting a single intense battle was one thing. Enduring dozens without pause was another entirely. A trial designed around attrition would test not only raw power but also stamina, mental resilience, and tactical judgment. + +Grand Elder Waller slowly turned his head toward the distance, where a towering structure stood apart from the two domes that had housed the earlier trials. + +"That tower," he continued, raising a hand toward it, "is an artifact obtained by our ancestors from a rival force many years ago. Though the relationship between our clans has shifted between rivalry and cooperation throughout history, the artifact itself has remained within our possession." + +His voice lowered slightly, carrying a sense of reverence. + +"This tower is known as the Combat Legion Tower. There are only three such towers in the entire Divine Realm, and all three are connected through ancient mechanisms that even we do not fully comprehend." + +As his explanation unfolded, the disciples instinctively turned to look at the structure standing quietly beside the domes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1478.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1478.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2cd40c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1478.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1471: Intervention!" +slug: "ch-1478" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1478 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1096 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The tower rose high into the sky, its surface carved from dark stone that bore countless faint patterns etched by time. It looked ancient beyond measure, as though it had witnessed eras come and go without being moved by the passage of centuries. There were no bright decorations or flamboyant symbols adorning it, yet its simplicity carried an overwhelming presence. + +Even from a distance, the aura it released was immense. + +It was not the chaotic pressure of the Path to Eternal Flames nor the oppressive energy of a cultivation realm. Instead, it felt disciplined and orderly, like the silent ranks of an invisible army standing at attention within its walls. + +The air around it seemed slightly heavier, and a faint vibration could be sensed beneath the surface of the ground as though the tower itself possessed a heartbeat. + +Some disciples felt their breathing grow shallow as they stared at it. + +Grand Elder Waller allowed the silence to linger before continuing his explanation. + +"Inside the Combat Legion Tower, you will face projections of warriors formed from ancient battle records stored within the artifact. Each victory allows you to ascend further. Each defeat ends your trial." + +His gaze hardened slightly. + +"There is no external interference. No assistance. No shortcuts. The tower will test your combat ability honestly and without mercy." + +The weight of his words settled firmly over the plaza. + +For the disciples, the final trial was no longer an abstract concept. It stood before them in physical form, tall and unmoving, radiating an aura that demanded respect. The Hundred Battles Trial would not be a contest of isolated brilliance. It would be a grinding gauntlet designed to reveal who among them could endure sustained conflict. + +Max looked toward the Combat Legion Tower with calm focus. The ancient structure did not intimidate him. Instead, it stirred something within him, a quiet anticipation. Compared to the Path to Eternal Flames, which tested endurance against natural force, this tower promised direct confrontation. + +Battle. + +Consecutive battle. + +The final stage of the grand trial had revealed itself, and the towering artifact stood silently, waiting for the first challenger to step forward. + +"To win one hundred consecutive battles... this seems interesting," Max muttered quietly to himself as his eyes remained fixed on the towering silhouette of the Combat Legion Tower. + +A faint spark of anticipation flickered in his gaze. + +It had only been recently that he had comprehended and inherited several new inheritance techniques. + +Although he had practiced them and felt their power, he had yet to test them in true combat. Training against illusions or sparring partners could never replicate the pressure of real, consecutive battles where every decision determined survival and advancement. + +The Hundred Battles Trial was not merely a contest of strength. It was a stage where techniques either proved their worth or revealed their flaws. + +Moreover, since breaking through to the Rebirth Realm, he had not truly challenged himself against an opponent who could push him to his limits. His advancement within the Path to Eternal Flames had been a battle against pressure and energy rather than a clash of wills and skills. + +The Combat Legion Tower promised something different. It promised confrontation. It promised sustained conflict that would test not only his power but also his endurance and tactical clarity. + +Max believed this trial might draw out the best within him. + +As anticipation began to rise among the disciples, Grand Elder Waller raised his hand slightly and spoke, "Let us not delay any longer and st—" + +His voice abruptly cut off. + +The change was subtle but immediate. Grand Elder Waller’s expression shifted as he lifted his gaze toward the sky. The calm authority in his demeanor was replaced by a sharp alertness. + +The seven family heads, who had been seated with composed expressions moments earlier, also looked upward at the same time. Their faces grew solemn, their spiritual senses extending outward without restraint. + +"Who dares to intervene at our grand trial?" Garry Heron said, his expression darkening as his aura thickened with restrained hostility. + +Cyrus was not an ordinary planet. It was the most sacred world owned by the Black Dragon Clan within the Verdant Sky Star Realm. Strict restrictions surrounded it, and entry was monitored closely. No force would approach casually, especially during a grand trial where the clan’s younger generation displayed its strength. + +The mere presence of an approaching vessel at such a time demanded attention. + +Victor Veron narrowed his eyes as he focused his perception toward the distant horizon. "Perhaps they are not enemies," he said with measured caution. "If they intended hostility, they would not approach with a small star shuttle. Warships would have already formed a blockade." + +As if in response to his words, a faint glimmer appeared in the distant sky. A sleek star shuttle cut through the atmosphere, descending steadily toward the land of Cyrus. Its size was modest compared to military vessels, yet its construction radiated sophistication and authority. + +Henry Lumin stared intently at the approaching craft, his brows slowly drawing together. "That star shuttle," he murmured as recognition flickered in his eyes. + +The other family heads immediately turned their attention toward him. + +"You recognize it?" Mathew Grimes asked in a solemn tone. + +Henry Lumin hesitated for a brief moment before responding. "I cannot be completely certain, but I have seen that design before. If my memory does not fail me, that star shuttle belongs to the Violet Star Palace." + +"Violet Star Palace?" Mathew repeated, his expression easing slightly upon hearing the name. The tension in his aura softened, though it did not disappear entirely. "Why would they arrive here, and at such a time when our grand trials are underway?" + +Victor Veron exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving the descending shuttle. "We will find out soon enough." + +Below, the disciples had also begun to murmur among themselves, their attention now divided between the Combat Legion Tower and the descending vessel in the sky. The sacred atmosphere of the trial grounds had shifted into something heavier, charged with curiosity and restrained caution. + +Within moments, the star shuttle pierced through the final layer of clouds and descended toward the land of Cyrus. It did not approach aggressively. Its movements were controlled and precise as it landed not far from the assembled crowd. + +The engines dimmed, and silence followed. + +All eyes were fixed upon it. + +The grand trial had been moments away from beginning its final stage, yet now an unexpected variable had entered the scene, and even the most powerful figures of the Black Dragon Clan stood watching with solemn focus. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1479.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1479.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ffd6c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1479.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1472: Elder Joe of Violet Star Palace!" +slug: "ch-1479" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1479 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The door to the star shuttle slid open with a smooth mechanical hiss, and three figures descended onto the surface of Cyrus, landing just a short distance away from the trial site. + +The first to emerge was a young man whose face carried an expression of unmistakable arrogance, as though the very act of setting foot on this planet was beneath him. + +Behind him walked a middle-aged man radiating a dignified and composed aura that seemed to settle over the surroundings like the weight of authority made visible. + +Last came an old man with a full head of white hair, his aged features carrying the quiet depth of someone who had lived through more than most could imagine. + +The seven family heads had barely taken a moment to register the trio before recognition flashed across their faces, their eyes locking onto the middle-aged man with a mixture of surprise and wariness that neither of them could fully conceal. + +"It’s you, Elder Joe of the Violet Star Palace." Mathew Grimes was the first to speak, his voice measured but carrying an unmistakable edge beneath its surface calm. "What have you come to our sacred planet Cyrus for?" + +The other family heads stood in silent agreement behind the question, their gazes fixed and expectant, waiting for an explanation that would justify such an unannounced visit to a world they held in reverence. + +Joe’s response was not an answer but a smile, broad and leisurely, as he let his gaze drift from one family head to the next with the unhurried ease of a man who had no reason to feel anything but comfortable. "I see that you all are doing well," he said, his tone carrying a warmth that was more performance than sincerity, the kind of pleasantry offered by someone who knows they hold the upper hand in any room they walk into. + +His confidence was not unfounded. Within the structure of the Violet Star Palace, Joe occupied the rank of an ordinary elder, a position that commanded no exceptional prestige among the many powerful figures who filled the halls of that great organization. + +However, the moment he stepped beyond the borders of the Violet Star Palace’s domain and into the presence of forces like the Black Dragon Clan, that same ordinary rank transformed into something far more imposing. + +The Black Dragon Clan was recognized throughout the Divine Realm as one of the weakest among the third-rate forces, a designation that placed them in a different world entirely from the institution Joe served. + +In the hierarchy of power that governed the Divine Realm, the gap between the two was wide enough that an ordinary elder of the Violet Star Palace stood on ground equivalent to the very leaders of forces at the Black Dragon Clan’s level.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +This was the reality that had settled into Joe’s bearing, shaping the quiet pride with which he carried himself as he stood before the seven family heads and offered them his easy, unbothered smile. + +The distinction between the two forces was not a matter of opinion but of measurable, undeniable fact. The Violet Star Palace stood among the strongest of the third-rate forces across the entire Divine Realm, a status earned through dominion over an entire star system that they ruled without division or compromise, answerable to no neighboring faction and sharing their sovereignty with no one. + +The Black Dragon Clan, by contrast, could claim no such independence. They occupied the Verdant Sky Star Realm alongside the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan, three forces pressed together within a shared expanse of space, none of them powerful enough to hold the whole of it alone. + +Beyond those three, the four divine clans also maintained their presence within the Verdant Sky Star Realm, further diluting the Black Dragon Clan’s standing within the territory they called home. + +The criteria by which the Divine Realm measured the strength of its third-rate forces was a standard that left no room for ambiguity or interpretation. To be counted among the strongest within that tier, a force had to exercise complete and unchallenged control over an entire star realm on their own, without sharing that dominion with rivals or neighbors. + +This was the lowest threshold that the powerful recognized as worthy of that distinction, and it was a threshold the Black Dragon Clan had never crossed. The Violet Star Palace had long since surpassed it. + +It was precisely this gap in standing that made the situation so difficult for the seven family heads to parse. An ordinary elder of the Violet Star Palace already outranked them by virtue of the institution he belonged to, and yet here he was, standing on Cyrus without warning or prior notice, appearing at the site of their trial with a young man and an old one at his side. + +None of them could find a satisfying reason why a figure from one of the most powerful third-rate forces in the entire Divine Realm would trouble himself to travel to their trial planet, and the absence of that reason made the air between the two parties feel heavier with every passing moment. + +Mathew Grimes maintained his composure as he responded, "Your arrival is unexpected, Elder Joe. Our grand trial is currently underway. Surely your visit is not without reason." + +Joe’s gaze drifted past the assembled family heads and settled on the Combat Legion Tower, his eyes narrowing as he studied it with the particular attention of someone encountering a familiar thing in an unfamiliar place. + +He stood there for a moment in quiet contemplation, taking in the structure with an expression that mingled recognition with something harder to name, and then he spoke. + +"So this is the Combat Legion Tower that your ancestor won from ours of the Violet Star Palace." + +The ancient stone, the faint pulsation of disciplined aura, the silent authority it radiated, all of it mirrored the tower that stood within the core grounds of the Violet Star Palace. Though separated by realms and time, the connection between the three towers was undeniable. + +He had seen one since his youth, trained disciples within it, and watched countless talents rise and fall under its trials. + +For a brief moment, his expression carried something that resembled contemplation. + +Then it shifted. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-148.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-148.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d6c657a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-148.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 148: Might of a False Domain" +slug: "ch-148" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 148 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1242 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood alone in the icy wasteland, his eyes scanning the army of ice monsters behind Revenna. ’There are about fifty of them,’ he roughly estimated, his gaze sweeping across the vast battlefield. ’But what about their strength?’ he wondered, recalling the ice dragons he had fought just moments before. + +As Max pondered this, he noticed the monsters begin to move toward him. + +’It’s on!’ Max thought, sending his long swords toward the incoming horde to test their strength. + +The swords flashed toward the monsters in a blue arc of light and collided with them. The first ice monster exploded with a bang, followed by the second, then the third. Max understood their strength wasn’t much—around the same level as the ice dragons he had battled earlier. + +’This is good,’ Max thought with a smile, ready to join the battle himself. But then, from the corner of his eye, he saw the destroyed ice monsters reconstructing themselves and returning to life in mere seconds. + +’Nope, this is worse. I have to end them fast, or kill the one controlling them.’ Max’s expression turned solemn as his gaze shifted to Revenna, who was playfully watching him. + +With that in mind, Max once again relied on his agility and flying skills, storming toward the monsters like a wind missile. But before he could go further, tens of ice spikes erupted from the ground, aiming for him. + +"Divergent Slash!" Max called, launching an arc of light from his sword, destroying the spikes completely. But in the process, he lost sight of Revenna. She was no longer where she had been just moments ago. + +’Damn!’ Max cursed inwardly as his attention turned to the ice monsters assaulting him from all sides. + +He immediately launched his swords, which flew through the air like streaks of light, their sharp edges gleaming with deadly intent. + +The first sword targeted an ice dragon, its serpentine body coiled in a menacing stance. The blade pierced the dragon’s icy hide, shattering its chest into a thousand fragments. The dragon roared one last time before collapsing into a pile of glimmering shards. + +Another sword darted toward a pack of ice wolves, their frosty breaths freezing the air around them. The blade moved like a predator, slicing through one wolf’s neck and then curving toward another, cutting through their frozen bodies as if they were paper. Each wolf crumbled into jagged pieces, their glowing blue eyes extinguished. + +Two swords teamed up against a horde of massive ice golems, towering figures with crystalline arms that could crush mountains. The golem raised its fists to strike, but the blades moved with impeccable precision. + +One sword severed its right arm, while the other cleaved through its torso. The towering creature groaned as its body cracked apart, collapsing into an avalanche of frozen debris. + +In this way, the duo of swords easily annihilated the ice golems. + +Meanwhile, a trio of swords descended upon a group of ice ravens, their sharp wings slicing through the air as they tried to evade the assault. The swords danced around them with unnatural agility, cutting down the birds mid-flight. Shards of ice rained down like glittering snow, littering the battlefield with broken wings. + +Another sword found its target in an ice bear, a hulking beast with claws like jagged spears. The bear charged forward, but the glowing sword met it head-on, piercing through its chest and emerging from its back. The bear froze mid-step before shattering into a cascade of icy rubble. + +The final sword made its way toward a massive ice serpent, its body coiling and slithering with terrifying grace. The serpent lunged, its icy fangs aiming for the blade, but the sword twirled in midair, slicing through its head in a clean, decisive motion. The serpent’s body convulsed before crumbling into a long, glittering trail of frost. + +Within moments, the once-mighty army of ice monsters had been reduced to nothing but fragments scattered across the frozen battlefield. The ten glowing swords hovered in the air for a moment, their aura burning bright amidst the icy devastation. + +Despite the destruction he had caused, Max’s expression remained cold and focused, knowing they would just reconstruct themselves. + +While his swords continued to destroy the ice monsters, Max used his Three Dimensional Body skill to scan the area for Revenna. Suddenly, he sensed something from below the stage. He immediately flew upward, but he was a bit too late. + +A hand made of ice erupted from the ground, clutching him completely. ’That came out of nowhere,’ Max thought as he used 5% of his Fusion State aura to destroy the ice hand, shattering it into pieces. + +’I’m just wasting my time here,’ Max frowned, summoning his ten long blades. ’Since I can’t do anything to her, I’ll destroy this ice world completely.’ With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the ten swords. + +"Are you accepting defeat so easily?" Revenna’s flaunting voice reached his ears. + +"Giving up?" Max sneered. "At least I didn’t hide like a rat." + +"If that’s what you want, then I’ll give you a chance," Revenna’s voice taunted, and Max once again sensed her presence with his Three Dimensional Body skill. He found her appearing in the place she had disappeared from. + +She glanced at Max, her tone playful. "Actually, I never left. It was you who couldn’t see me." + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. "That’s impossible," he muttered, believing his Three Dimensional Body skill had no limits. It could even see the invisible, and he doubted her disappearance had anything to do with that.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Revenna smiled, seeing his surprised expression. "This is the first time I’ve seen you so startled since the start of the battle," she said thoughtfully. "Do you have such confidence in your scouting skills?" + +Max frowned but didn’t respond. His mind raced, wondering if she was playing with him by claiming she never left. ’I’ll think about this later,’ he decided, shaking away the distracting thought. His sharp gaze turned back to Revenna. + +"Look around you," she said, her eyes gleaming. + +Max knew exactly what she was referring to. He was surrounded by hundreds of ice monsters from all directions. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. + +"This is my domain," Revenna declared, glancing at Max. "I am the lord of this domain. You cannot win against me here." + +Max remained silent. + +Seeing his lack of response, she continued, "You have no chance. Accept defeat. You’ve already proven yourself." + +"Heh," Max chuckled. "I’ve heard of domains. They’re powerful, but I also heard that domains are abilities of someone who has clearly comprehended a Concept. You haven’t, so whatever this thing is, I believe it won’t be as strong as a true domain." + +"Oh, then show me how you plan to destroy them," Revenna said, intrigued. "Oh, and don’t even bother using your guild’s so-called lotus thing. Any flames in my domain will freeze to nothingness, so don’t waste your time with fire." + +Max grinned. "You’ll be surprised," he said, preparing his Magic Bullets, Magic Sword Bullets, and Magic Sword Barrage skills. + +A total of two hundred blue glowing swords appeared in the air, along with a hundred glowing dots hovering above. + +"Since you’re so confident in your domain," Max sneered, "I’ll simply make your domain useless against me." With those words, he waved his hands, causing red flames to surface on the two hundred swords floating above him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1480.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1480.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0dbe4e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1480.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1473: A Letter of Invitation!" +slug: "ch-1480" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1480 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Even after possessing this artifact for thousands of years, your clan remains one of the weakest forces in this realm," Joe said casually, shaking his head as though expressing mild disappointment. + +His tone was light, almost conversational, yet the words themselves cut sharply through the air. + +The effect was immediate. + +The expressions of the seven family heads darkened at once. Their previously controlled composure stiffened as faint fluctuations of suppressed aura rippled outward. The elders standing behind them also felt their faces grow rigid. + +To be belittled in such a manner, in their own sacred trial grounds, before their disciples and clan members, was nothing short of open disdain. + +And yet the silence held. Not one of the family heads stepped forward, and not one of the elders allowed their anger to find a voice, because beneath the fury that Joe’s words had stirred in all of them ran a current of cold and sober understanding that none of them could afford to ignore. + +The man standing before them was not simply rude or poorly mannered. He was an elder of the Violet Star Palace, and even the most indignant among the assembled figures knew with absolute certainty that underestimating what that meant would be a mistake with consequences none of them were prepared to face. + +The weight of that institution stood behind Joe like a wall, invisible but immovable, and every person present could feel it pressing against the space between them and him. So they stood in their anger and held their tongues, and the silence around the Combat Legion Tower stretched on without anyone moving to break it. + +"Heh," Joe’s sneer came first, a short and contemptuous sound that escaped him with the effortless ease of someone who had grown so accustomed to looking down at the world around them that derision had become second nature. + +Then, without any ceremony or preamble, a rectangular card materialized in his hand as though it had been plucked from the air itself. + +"Take this," he said, and before Mathew had time to respond with anything more than instinct, Joe had already sent the card cutting through the air toward him with a casual flick of his wrist that suggested he attached no particular importance to what he was handing over, even as the very act of producing it implied otherwise. + +Mathew’s hand closed around the card and he brought it up to examine it, his eyes moving across its surface with the careful attention of a man who understood that anything delivered by an elder of the Violet Star Palace was worth studying before drawing conclusions. + +The other family heads watched him from where they stood, their earlier anger not yet fully settled, and for a moment the gathering held the particular tension of people waiting for information they had not yet been given access to. + +They exchanged quiet glances among themselves, wondering what this rectangular object could possibly represent and why an elder of the Violet Star Palace would come directly to their trial planet to deliver it to them. + +As they were wondering, they noticed Mathew’s face changed, and it changed in a way that none of them had expected to witness from a man of his composure and experience. + +The expression of careful and measured curiosity that had settled over his features while he examined the card did not transition gradually into something else but shifted with a sudden completeness that drew the eyes of every person present. + +Where there had been the focused attentiveness of a family head assessing an unknown object, there was now something raw and unguarded, a pure and uncontained excitement that broke through every layer of the dignified restraint that decades of leadership had built around him. + +It was the face of a man who had just understood something that changed the dimensions of what he believed was possible. + +"This..." The word left him as barely more than a breath, and he looked from the card to Joe and then back to the card again, his gaze moving between the two as though he needed to confirm that the man who had delivered this thing was real and that what he was holding in his hand was equally so. + +Even as the head of one of the seven great families and one of the foremost leaders of the Black Dragon Clan, a man whose position demanded a constant and unshakeable projection of authority, he could not find the steadiness to collect himself in this moment. + +The card in his hand represented something that struck too deeply at the ambitions and the needs of his clan for him to pretend otherwise, and the composure he had maintained so flawlessly through Joe’s earlier insults crumbled entirely before what he now held. + +"Here, see this," he said, and he passed the card to the nearest of the other family heads with a urgency in the gesture that communicated everything about its significance before any of them had the chance to look at it for themselves. + +The card moved from one set of hands to the next, and with each new person who examined it, the same transformation played out again. Shock settled over each face in succession with the undeniable consistency of people encountering something that exceeded the boundaries of what they had thought today would bring. + +The opportunity that the card represented was not simply significant in the way that occasional strokes of fortune could be significant to a force navigating the ordinary competitions and setbacks of life in the Divine Realm. + +It was something of a scale that dwarfed anything the Black Dragon Clan had encountered in tens of thousands of years, a span of time so vast that it swallowed generations and epochs whole, and yet the thing now passing between the hands of the seven family heads made everything that had come before it in all that time feel ordinary by comparison. + +"Don’t look at me," Joe said, raising both hands in a gesture that deflected the weight of their collective astonishment back toward him, as though he wanted no part of the credit for whatever emotions the card had stirred in them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1481.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1481.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..37ab1c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1481.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1474: Joe’s Curiosity!" +slug: "ch-1481" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1481 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1058 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The smile that followed was genuine in a way that his earlier expressions had not been, carrying the unguarded quality of someone who had not yet fully finished being surprised themselves. "I myself was shocked when this was announced," he admitted. + +"If you want to thank anyone, I suppose you start with the kid who took away the sword of the Sword Sovereign," he said, his tone settling into something more deliberate and weighted than the casual dismissiveness he had been wielding since his arrival. "Even though the Sword God Palace has yet to make their position on this publicly known, I am very sure they have their eyes on this Max just like the entire Divine Realm does." + +The implication behind those words was not a small one, and he made no effort to soften it or dress it in anything more reassuring than what it was.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +He continued without pause, "From what I have heard, even though your Black Dragon Clan is considered too weak to qualify for this conference under ordinary circumstances, the simple fact that there exists among you a young man capable of wielding the sword of the Sword Sovereign, a sword that has sat in your clan’s possession for thousands of years without anyone being able to use it, was enough on its own to earn your force a place in this conference." + +He let that settle before adding the rest, his smile returning. "You should already understand what this conference is truly about. At its core it is nothing less than a preparatory stage for the Grand Ascension Conference, and a force with your standing would not under any normal circumstances would receive an invitation to something of this magnitude. You would do well to treat this as a matter of the highest possible priority, because there are very few occasions in the life of a force like yours where fortune presents itself in this form, and those who are wise enough to recognize such occasions for what they are tend to be the ones who benefit most from them." + +Mathew and the other family heads turned to look at one another in the brief silence that followed, and what passed between them in that exchange of glances was an entire conversation conducted without words, a shared acknowledgment of the gravity of what they had just been told and a mutual agreement about how they intended to respond to it. + +They turned back to Joe as one. + +"We thank Elder Joe for delivering this letter of invitation," Mathew said, and the calm that had returned to his voice was the genuine kind rather than the strained variety he had been maintaining earlier in the face of Joe’s insults. + +The picture was complete now. They understood why an elder of the Violet Star Palace had appeared unannounced at their trial site and inserted himself into the proceedings without warning or prior notice, and with that understanding came the dissolution of any lingering resentment they might have carried toward him for the manner of his arrival or the sharpness of his words. + +More than that, there was a quiet and privately felt gratitude spreading through the assembled family heads at the realization that the elder who had been sent to deliver something this consequential to their clan happened to be Joe. + +A man with whom they already shared established contacts and familiarity, rather than a stranger from the Violet Star Palace whose intentions and temperament they would have had to read from nothing at all. + +"Hmm." Joe said as his gaze drifted toward the Combat Legion Tower, studying it with the appraising eye of someone who had come a long way and intended to extract every possible measure of value from the journey. + +Then he turned to the family heads with the ease of a man accustomed to having his curiosities accommodated without question. "Now that I am here, I want to see the disciples of your clan in action," he said, his voice carrying the tone of a casual request that was in practice nothing of the sort. "Tell me, is the Max kid here right now, and if so will he be ascending the combat tower?" + +The family heads exchanged a brief look among themselves before Mathew turned back to Joe with the composed steadiness. "He is participating in the trial to ascend the combat tower," Mathew said calmly. + +The answer drew a light smile from Joe that carried a different quality than the sharp and condescending expressions he had been wearing since his arrival, something closer to genuine interest surfacing through the layers of practiced indifference. + +"This is good then," he said, settling into the satisfaction of a man whose timing had worked out in his favor. "I have come this far, and so I must see for myself what sort of strength the genius possesses who could take away the sword of the Sword Sovereign." + +The words were simple enough on their surface, but the weight behind them was considerable, because the sword of the Sword Sovereign was not the kind of object that anyone in the Divine Realm mentioned lightly. + +And the fact that an elder of the Violet Star Palace had traveled to this planet specifically to lay eyes on the young man connected to it said more about Max’s significance than any formal declaration could have. + +As the last of his words dissolved into the air, a chair constructed entirely from condensed divine essence materialized behind Joe with the unhurried inevitability of something being called into existence by a will that expected to be obeyed by the fabric of the world around it. + +Joe lowered himself into it with the grand and deliberate ease of a man settling into a throne he considered his by right, arranging himself with the complete comfort of someone who had decided that this spot, on this planet that was not his, would serve as his seat for as long as he chose to remain. + +The young man with the arrogant face moved to take his position on Joe’s left, and the white-haired old man settled into place on his right, the three of them composing a tableau that radiated a kind of authority that the gathered disciples and elders of the Black Dragon Clan could not easily look away from. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1482.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1482.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e181d3b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1482.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1475: Trial Continues!" +slug: "ch-1482" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1482 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1267 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Observing all of this, Mathew Grimes rose from his place among the seven family heads and made his way to where Grand Elder Waller stood, leaning close and conveying his instructions in a quiet voice that did not carry beyond the two of them. + +Whatever passed between them was brief and sufficient. + +Mathew then straightened, turned to face the assembled gathering, and raised his voice so that it reached every corner of the trial site. "The trial will continue from here onwards," he announced, and then returned to his seat. + +At those words, the atmosphere among the gathered disciples underwent an immediate and visible transformation. The whispers and sideways glances that had proliferated since the arrival of the star shuttle and its three passengers ceased as the disciples drew themselves into the focused and serious bearing that the occasion demanded, their attention pulling back toward the Combat Legion Tower and the trial that awaited them within it. + +Grand Elder Waller’s voice followed shortly after, "There are no rules in the Combat Legion Tower," he began, "There are one hundred floors in total, and at each floor a battle awaits every disciple who enters. The highest floor any disciple of our clan has ever managed to ascend to was the ninety-first, and even that disciple could not overcome the opponent waiting at that floor. That record has stood as the greatest height any member of the Black Dragon Clan has ever reached within this tower." + +Joe received this information with a short sound of dismissal and a slow shake of his head. "Hmm? Only the ninety-first floor?" The disdain in his voice was unhurried and complete. "I recall that the highest any genius of our Violet Star Palace reached was the ninety-eighth floor. Only the final two floors have remained untouched." + +The seven family heads absorbed this with expressions that could not entirely conceal the surprise working through them. Ninety-eight floors was a figure that reframed everything they thought they understood about the upper limits of what was achievable within a tower of this kind. + +The matter of ascending to the tower’s highest floors was not simply a question of talent or determination but one governed by the hard boundaries of cultivation itself. For those who had progressed beyond the Rebirth Realm, reaching the one hundredth floor was a challenge of a different character entirely, one that was demanding but not beyond the realm of recorded achievement. + +At the Rebirth Realm itself, however, the situation was categorically different, and the historical record of both the Black Dragon Clan and the Violet Star Palace alike bore witness to just how different it was, because neither force had ever produced a disciple at that level of cultivation who had managed to climb all the way to the tower’s summit - 100th floor. + +Against that backdrop, the knowledge that the disciples of the Violet Star Palace had pushed as far as the ninety-eighth floor was a fact significant enough to warrant the surprise that had settled quietly and without ceremony across the faces of the seven family heads. + +They now truly understood the gap between their force and Violet Star Palace, one of the strongest 3rd rate forces in the Divine Realm. + +"Now I shall announce that the third trial begins!" Grand Elder Waller’s voice rang out across the trial site with the resonant authority of a man who had presided over these proceedings many times before. + +The declaration landed among the gathered disciples like a stone dropped into water, and the response was immediate and instinctive as many of them began to roll their shoulders and loosen their limbs, shaking off the stillness of waiting and drawing their focus inward in preparation for what the Combat Legion Tower had in store for them. + +Grand Elder Waller followed the announcement with an addendum that required no deliberation on his part. "Since Max Morgan has achieved the highest point in the Path to Eternal Flames, he will be the first to ascend the Combat Legion Tower." + +The reasoning was clear and the order of precedence it established was without ambiguity, and at those words Max stepped forward from among the gathered disciples with the calm and unhurried bearing of someone who had already made his peace with what was being asked of him. + +It was at this moment that Lady Virelia spoke. "Don’t push yourself too hard," she said, and the words were simple but the care behind them was not. "You can be injured inside the Combat Legion Tower, and so if you reach a point where you feel that you cannot go on, speak the words ’I admit defeat’ and you will be teleported out safely." + +"I will keep that in mind," Max said, nodding to Lady Virelia with a steadiness that matched the sincerity of her concern. + +The words were genuine and he meant them as he said them, but beneath that acknowledgment ran a quieter and more private current of resolve, the kind that does not announce itself or invite conversation, the settled certainty of someone who has already decided that they will give everything they have regardless of where that leads them. + +Joe had been watching all of this from his chair of divine essence with the detached and appraising attention of a man at leisure, but the moment his eyes settled properly on Max and registered what his cultivation senses were telling him, that detachment gave way to something louder. + +"Hahaha..." + +A laugh escaped him that was not entirely unkind but was entirely unguarded in its incredulity, the spontaneous reaction of someone who had not expected to be surprised in quite this particular way. + +"Are you kidding me?" he said, the laughter still threading through his words as he looked at Max with an expression caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief. "This kid only has the strength of the third level of the Rebirth Realm and he is attempting to challenge the combat tower?" + +The question was addressed to the air as much as to anyone specific, carrying the tone of someone who could not quite decide whether what they were witnessing was bold or simply absurd. + +He turned his gaze toward the seven family heads with the expectant ease of someone who assumed that his observation would draw a response worth engaging with, some defense or explanation that would give him something to push back against. + +What he received instead was a collection of wry smiles. + +Only the Black Dragon Clan knew the true shape of what Max was, the particular and almost unreasonable nature of the talent and tenacity that lived inside that young man whose cultivation level looked so unimpressive to anyone encountering him for the first time. + +But hidden deep within him lies the the true monster of a genius. + +It was Victor Veron who chose to offer something more than a smile. "Elder Joe, Max is a genius in his own right," he said, his tone carrying the measured lightness of someone who was not making a boast so much as stating a fact they considered settled. "I believe he will do well enough in the combat tower."𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +Joe received this with a narrowing of his eyes that signaled the return of his full attention to the young man standing at the threshold of the tower. + +"I wouldn’t think otherwise," he said after a moment, and the words came out slower and more deliberate than what had preceded them. "I could not bring myself to imagine the sword of the Sword Sovereign being claimed by a disciple who amounted to nothing." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1483.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1483.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5002ab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1483.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1476: First Battle!" +slug: "ch-1483" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1483 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1270 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Max, stand near the base of the tower and you will be teleported inside," Grand Elder Waller instructed in a steady voice that carried across the trial grounds. + +Max nodded without hesitation. The murmurs of the disciples faded into the background as he stepped forward, his focus sharpening. The Combat Legion Tower loomed above him, its ancient surface etched with faint patterns that seemed to shift subtly when observed too closely. The aura it emitted was not chaotic or violent. It was disciplined and orderly, like an army awaiting command. + +As Max approached the base, he could feel a faint resonance between his aura and the structure before him. The ground beneath his feet vibrated lightly, and the carved runes embedded within the tower’s foundation began to glow with a muted crimson light. + +He came to a stop directly before the entrance. + +For a brief moment, nothing happened. + +Then a beam of light descended from above and enveloped his entire body. The world around him blurred instantly, and the sound of the outside plaza vanished as if swallowed by silence. Spatial energy wrapped around him, firm yet controlled, and in the next instant his surroundings shifted completely. + +When his vision cleared, Max found himself standing within a vast red chamber. + +The room was circular and spacious, its walls constructed from a smooth crimson stone that reflected a faint glow. The air felt dense, not oppressive like the Path to Eternal Flames, but filled with restrained energy. There were no visible doors, no opponents waiting, no platforms or obstacles. It was entirely empty. + +Max remained still, his eyes scanning every corner of the chamber. + +There was no sign of anything to fight. + +Just as he was about to extend his spiritual sense further, a calm and emotionless voice echoed throughout the room. + +"Choose a weapon." + +The words resonated evenly from all directions, leaving no trace of origin. + +Almost immediately, the space before him rippled, and dozens of weapons materialized in midair. Swords of varying lengths and designs floated upright. Spears gleamed with cold metallic sheen. Halberds, axes, bows, daggers, and even heavy hammers appeared, each radiating a uniform but refined aura. None of them seemed extraordinary at first glance, yet none were ordinary either. They were balanced, precise, and clearly crafted for combat trials. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly as he examined them. + +Instinctively, he attempted to summon his own sword from his dimensional space. He extended his will inward, reaching toward the familiar presence of his weapon. + +Nothing happened. + +He tried again, focusing more carefully this time, but the connection felt muted, as though something had severed the bridge between his consciousness and his stored items. + +"I see," Max muttered quietly. "The runes placed here are restricting the use of any storage type artifacts." + +Although his dimensional storage was not a conventional artifact but rather an ability intertwined with spatial laws, it was still bound to the same foundational principles. The Combat Legion Tower clearly imposed a restriction that nullified all forms of external storage access. Every participant would begin under identical conditions, relying solely on what the tower provided. + +Understanding this, Max did not waste time dwelling on it. + +His gaze returned to the array of floating weapons before him. + +He moved closer, observing the craftsmanship and balance of each blade. Some swords were slender and elegant, built for speed and precision. Others were broader, designed for heavy strikes and defensive stability. He lifted one with a measured grip and felt its weight settle naturally into his hand. + +The sword hummed faintly, acknowledging his hold. + +Max swung it lightly through the air, testing its responsiveness. The balance was excellent, the edge keen, and the structure sturdy enough to endure repeated clashes. + +A faint smile appeared on his lips. + +If the tower wished to test his combat ability fairly, then a sword would suffice. + +He chose the blade decisively. + +The remaining weapons vanished instantly, dissolving into particles of light that merged back into the chamber’s crimson glow. The sword in his hand remained solid and steady, its presence now acknowledged by the tower. + +The red chamber dissolved without warning, its crimson walls fading into streaks of light that scattered into nothingness. The ground beneath Max’s feet shifted subtly, and in the blink of an eye the enclosed space was replaced by an open expanse stretching endlessly in every direction. + +He now stood in what appeared to be a vast desert. + +Golden sand extended to the horizon, rising and falling in gentle dunes beneath a sky washed in pale light. The air was dry, and a faint heat shimmer distorted the distance. There were no structures, no vegetation, no visible boundaries. The silence of the desert was absolute, amplifying the smallest movement. + +Max adjusted his grip on the sword and allowed his senses to expand outward cautiously. + +Whish. + +A ripple formed in the air several meters away, and a shadowy figure materialized out of thin air. The figure was humanoid in shape, entirely pitch black as though carved from condensed darkness. Its features were indistinct, yet its outline was sharp and well defined. In its hand was a sword nearly identical in length to Max’s chosen blade. + +Max’s eyes sharpened immediately. + +"Strength of the First Level of the Rebirth Realm," he murmured inwardly as he gauged the aura emanating from the figure. + +The assessment had barely formed in his mind when the shadowy opponent vanished from its original position. + +In the next instant, it appeared directly before him, its movements swift and precise. The blade in its hand ignited with red flames that surged violently along its edge. Without hesitation, it brought the sword down toward Max in a decisive overhead strike. + +The attack was direct, powerful, and efficient. + +Max did not move his sword to block. + +Instead, he released the full pressure of his Third Level Rebirth Realm aura. + +The difference in cultivation erupted outward like an invisible shockwave. The desert sand around him scattered violently as his energy expanded in all directions. Before the flaming blade could descend fully, the shadowy figure was struck by the overwhelming force of his aura. + +It was blasted backward through the air, its body destabilizing midflight. + +The red flames on its sword flickered and dimmed as cracks of light appeared across its pitch black form. Before it even touched the sand, its entire body disintegrated into countless red particles that scattered into the wind and vanished completely. + +Silence returned to the desert as though nothing had occurred. + +"First floor cleared. Second is loading." + +The emotionless voice echoed across the expanse once more. + +The desert scene began to distort, the dunes dissolving into streaks of light similar to the earlier red chamber. The sand beneath his feet faded away, replaced by a smooth stone surface. + +When the transformation ended, Max found himself standing in the center of a massive arena. + +The arena was circular and enclosed by towering stone walls that rose high into the sky. The ground was firm and level, marked faintly with battle scars as though countless clashes had taken place here before. The air felt heavier than the desert, filled with a steady and focused combat aura. + +Max exhaled slowly, his posture relaxed yet alert. + +Soon, two ripples formed in the space ahead of him. + +From each ripple emerged a shadowy figure identical in appearance to the first, their forms solidifying simultaneously. Both held swords that gleamed faintly under the arena’s light, and both radiated the aura of the First Level of the Rebirth Realm. + +This time, there would be no single opponent. + +The second battle was about to begin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1484.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1484.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..00f164d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1484.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1477: Joe’s Belief!" +slug: "ch-1484" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1484 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1026 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The two figures that materialized before Max in the second floor didn’t directly attacked as something was happening to them. + +"Hmm? They are merging together?" Max was surprised. He hadn’t expected the shadowy figures could merge into one. + +They coalesced into something resembling a humanoid shape, tendrils of black mist curling off their edges, and the moment they fully took form they lunged at Max simultaneously, moving with a coordinated aggression. + +Max did not step back, did not shift into a defensive stance, and did not even bother to channel more than a sliver of his cultivation. He simply swung his sword in a single, clean arc, and the blade moved with a sharpness that seemed to cut through the very concept of resistance. + +The two shadowy figures were not merely defeated. They were obliterated, blasted apart by the force of that one motion, their dark forms unraveling and disintegrating into wisps of shadow that faded before they could even reach the floor. + +"It seems the starting few floors are easy," Max muttered, his voice carrying the flat, almost uninterested tone of someone completing a task well beneath their attention. + +His surroundings rippled and shifted as the tower registered his victory, the walls dissolving and reconstituting themselves into the next floor, and this time three shadowy figures emerged from the edges of the room. + +They were all at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, their auras thin but present, a faint pressure radiating from each of them as they spread out to flank him. It was a reasonable strategy against an ordinary opponent, but Max was not ordinary, and the spacing between them meant nothing to a sword strike that carried the weight of his strength. + +He brought his blade through them in a single sweeping slash, the edge carving through their conjured bodies as though they were made of smoke, and they collapsed inward and vanished before they could register what had happened to them. + +Floor after floor fell in the same fashion. By the fourth floor, four shadowy figures attempted to overwhelm him through sheer volume, rushing him from multiple angles at once, but Max moved through them with an economy of motion that was almost unsettling to watch, dispatching all of them inside of two strikes. + +The fifth floor brought opponents with slightly more cohesion to their forms, their movements faster and more deliberate, but they were still comfortably within the first level of the Rebirth Realm and they crumbled beneath the same overwhelming gap in power. + +The sixth and seventh floors introduced shadowy figures that could generate crude weapons from their own bodies, spears and blades of condensed shadow that they thrust at Max with genuine killing intent, yet he broke through them without adjusting his approach, his sword shattering their improvised arms along with the bodies holding them. + +The eighth floor placed him in a chamber where the shadows themselves seemed to move and shift to disorient him, the lighting deliberately unreliable, figures appearing and disappearing at the edges of his vision in an attempt to scatter his focus. + +Max simply extended his perception outward with his Dimensional Sovereign Body, felt the weight of each presence through the subtle fluctuations in energy they could not entirely suppress, and cut them down before they could capitalize on the visual confusion. + +The ninth and tenth floors each came with stronger opponents whose cultivation had climbed to the second level of the Rebirth Realm but the result was same. With a slash of his sword, all the shadowy figures were cut down. + +Max then easily entered the 11th floor. + +--- + +Outside the tower, a crowd had gathered, their eyes drawn upward to the enormous screens floating above them that broadcast Max’s every movement in vivid detail. + +The footage captured each floor with perfect clarity, showing his singular strikes and the instantaneous dissolution of every opponent the tower sent against him, and the crowd murmured among themselves as they watched a third-level Rebirth Realm disciple move through the combat tower’s lower floors as though he were taking a leisurely walk through empty corridors. + +Joe stood among the observers with his arms folded and a smile pulling at one corner of his mouth, not the smile of someone impressed, but the smile of someone who already knew how this story ended and was content to watch it play out. + +He watched Max sweep through another floor on the screen with that same infuriating ease before he finally spoke.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +"The first few floors are easy in the combat tower," Joe said, his tone unhurried, almost conversational, "but once he makes it halfway in, beyond the fiftieth floor mark, that is where the real difficulty starts." + +He paused, letting the observation settle before continuing. "I reckon with his third-level Rebirth Realm strength he should have a very hard time getting past the thirtieth floor, but if he somehow manages that then I am sure he would run into a wall around the fiftieth to sixtieth floor range. That is where average disciples give up." + +He tilted his head slightly, as though granting a small concession before pulling it back. "And even though this kid is not exactly average, considering he somehow managed to take the sword of the Sword Sovereign, his cultivation is simply too weak to ascend the combat tower to any meaningful height." + +As those words left his mouth, Joe turned his gaze toward the family heads of the Black Dragon Clan, expecting to find at least some degree of agreement in their expressions. + +What he found instead was something that gave him brief pause. Not one of them looked convinced. They stood watching the floating screens with calm, composed faces, and there was no uncertainty in their eyes, no hesitation that suggested they were privately weighing the possibility that Joe might be right. + +They simply did not believe him, and they were not bothering to hide it. + +The mild surprise that flickered across Joe’s face lasted only a moment before it curdled into a frown. "What?" he said, looking between them. "You all believe Max would cross the sixtieth floor and enter the seventieth?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1485.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1485.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e273d9b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1485.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1478: A Bet!" +slug: "ch-1485" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1485 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1395 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Mathew was the one who answered, and he did so with the kind of light, unhurried smile that belonged to someone who had long since made peace with the fact that his convictions would not always be popular. + +"If it were any other disciple, we would not be so certain," he said, his voice carrying the easy confidence of a man speaking from accumulated evidence rather than blind sentiment, "but we have complete belief in Max. He should cross the eightieth floor mark without much difficulty." + +The words had barely settled before the other family heads began to nod, one after another, their agreement quiet but absolute. Even Garry, who didn’t like Max one bit, dipped his head in affirmation. + +They were not performing enthusiasm for one another’s benefit. Each of them had arrived at this belief through their own observations, and those observations had built a picture of Max that no longer fit inside the ordinary frameworks they used to assess the disciples of their clan. + +They had watched him defeat geniuses who were cultivating at the late stage of the Rebirth Realm, opponents whose cultivation advantages should have been prohibitive against someone at his level back when he was still at the Divine Rank. + +They had watched him do it not through luck or some narrow circumstance that could be dismissed as a fluke, but through his sheer strength. + +Now that he had stepped into the third level of the Rebirth Realm, the family heads found it entirely reasonable to expect him to cross the eightieth floor of the combat tower with relative ease. As for how far beyond that he might climb, none of them were willing to speculate, and their reluctance was not born from ignorance but from hard-won wisdom. + +They had already learned what happened when they tried to put a ceiling on Max. At the Path to Eternal Flames trial, they had made their assumptions, quiet ones, internal ones, each of them privately deciding on some layer where Max would finally meet a wall he could not knock down, and every single one of those assumptions had been dismantled before they could even finish forming. + +He had passed through barriers they had thought impassable, had done so without the kind of dramatic struggle that at least would have made the predictions feel less foolish, and had left them standing on the other side of their expectations with nothing to say. + +That experience had changed how they thought about him in a way that could not be undone. Max was not someone who could be measured by the tools they used to measure everyone else. + +He did not behave like talent on a scale they recognized, did not peak and plateau in the patterns that experience had taught them to anticipate, and so they had collectively, silently, stopped trying to predict where he would stop and started simply watching to see where he chose to go. + +"The eightieth floor?" + +The shock in Joe’s voice was genuine, and for a moment he simply stared at the family heads as though waiting for one of them to laugh and admit they had been exaggerating for effect. None of them did. He turned the claim over in his mind and found that no matter how he approached it, it refused to become reasonable. + +If Max had been at the ninth or tenth level of the Rebirth Realm, Joe could have entertained the possibility without much resistance. A cultivator at that height standing before the eightieth floor of the combat tower was at least an argument worth hearing, a challenge that sat within the outer edges of what talent and technique could theoretically accomplish. + +But Max was at the third level. The third level of the Rebirth Realm was not a foundation from which one launched an assault on the eightieth floor of anything. + +In Joe’s considered judgment, a cultivator at that stage of development would find crossing the margin between the thirtieth and fortieth floors to be a genuine and punishing struggle, the kind that left disciples walking out of the tower with a clearer understanding of their own limitations. + +The notion of that same cultivator reaching the eightieth floor was not ambitious. It was, as far as Joe was concerned, simply disconnected from reality. + +"Elder Joe," Mathew Grimes said, his smile returning with an ease that suggested he found the elder’s disbelief more amusing than offensive, "it seems you don’t believe Max will cross the eightieth floor mark." + +"I don’t care what any of you say," Joe replied, nodding his head with the firm, unhurried certainty of a man who had spent enough years watching cultivators ascend and fail in towers like this one to trust his own read of the situation above sentiment and clan loyalty. "In my assessment, Max is not crossing the eightieth floor." + +Mathew Grimes let the declaration land, and then he smiled the particular kind of smile that belonged to someone who had been waiting for exactly that response. It was unhurried and a little sly, the smile of a man who had already decided what came next before the conversation arrived there. "Then how about we make a bet?" he said. + +Joe’s eyes narrowed by a fraction. "What sort of bet?" + +"It is simple," Mathew said, his tone carrying the light, conversational quality of someone proposing something entirely reasonable. "If Max manages to cross the eightieth floor mark, then each year from this point forward our two forces will hold an exchange meeting between our respective disciples. The meeting will be held annually regardless of its outcome, a standing arrangement between the Black Dragon Clan and the Violet Star Palace. And if Max does not cross the eightieth floor mark, then you may ask anything of the Black Dragon Clan, and we will do our utmost to fulfill whatever you demand of us." + +Joe did not accept immediately. He held the offer in his mind and turned it over carefully, examining it from the angles that mattered. + +His first question was the one he kept returning to, which was where exactly the family heads of the Black Dragon Clan had found the confidence to stake anything on Max crossing the eightieth floor with a cultivation that sat at only the third level of the Rebirth Realm. + +There was something they knew, or believed they knew, something they had seen in Max that translated in their minds into a certainty he could not share, and he found himself genuinely unable to trace the logic that had led them to a number as high as eighty. + +But the other side of the bet, the consequence of losing it, gave him considerably less trouble. Agreeing to an annual exchange between the disciples of their two forces was not a sacrifice by any meaningful measure. + +It was, in truth, an arrangement that cost the Violet Star Palace almost nothing and carried with it a set of implications he could understand entirely. + +The Black Dragon Clan occupied a position near the bottom of the hierarchy of third-rate forces in the Divine Realm, one of its weakest members, while the Violet Star Palace sat comfortably among the strongest of that same tier. + +The gulf between them was real and widely acknowledged. For the disciples of the Black Dragon Clan, the opportunity to compete regularly against cultivators from the Violet Star Palace would be enormously valuable. + +It would expose them to a higher standard of technique and strength, force them to confront the distance between where they stood and where the upper range of their tier had reached, and broaden in a practical and irreplaceable way their understanding of what cultivation at a genuinely competitive level looked like. + +Joe could see the reasoning clearly. The Black Dragon Clan was not proposing an exchange out of arrogance. They were proposing it because they understood that their disciples needed exactly that kind of friction to grow, and they were willing to attach Max’s performance in the combat tower to it because they believed, with a completeness that continued to unsettle him, that Max was going to give them what they needed. + +Just as he was contemplating the bet, Max crossed the 20th floor and entered the 21st floor. The rate at which Max was ascending floors in the combat tower baffled most of the disciples. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1486.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1486.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..95def78 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1486.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1479: A Condition" +slug: "ch-1486" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1486 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1068 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I accept your bet," Joe said, after a silence long enough to suggest that the deliberation behind it had been genuine. He had turned the proposition over from every angle and arrived at the same conclusion each time, which was that Max, despite whatever qualities had so thoroughly convinced the family heads of the Black Dragon Clan, was not going to cross the eightieth floor on a cultivation base that sat at the third level of the Rebirth Realm. + +His confidence in that assessment had not moved by a single degree since Mathew had first proposed the number, and he felt no need to pretend otherwise. "But I also have a condition," he added, his voice carrying the measured weight of someone who had decided exactly what he wanted before opening his mouth. + +Mathew kept his expression open and his posture relaxed. "What condition?" he asked, his smile not retreating even slightly. Whatever Joe was about to ask, he was prepared to hear it, because the foundation of his composure was not politeness but certainty. + +He knew, with the kind of knowledge that sat deep and still rather than restless and anxious, that he was not going to lose this bet. Max was going to cross the eightieth floor, and so whatever condition Joe attached to his acceptance was ultimately a condition that would never be collected. + +Joe looked at him steadily. "If I win this bet, I want Max to join the Violet Star Palace." He let that sit for a moment before continuing, his reasoning following close behind the demand. "I reckon that only our force, among the countless third-rate forces in the Divine Realm, has the resources and the structure to train him properly and shape him into the kind of genius that the sword of the Sword Sovereign clearly intends him to become. If you can agree to this condition, then I will accept your bet. Otherwise, forget it entirely."𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The smile on Mathew’s face did not disappear, but something behind it shifted. He had walked into this conversation prepared for conditions, but not that one. His eyes narrowed by a fraction as the weight of what Joe had just asked settled over him, and somewhere beneath the composed surface of his expression, a thought moved through with considerable force. + +’This greedy bastard.’ He thought cursing inwardly. + +Max was not simply the most talented disciple the Black Dragon Clan had managed to cultivate in recent memory. He was, at this particular moment in time, the most renowned young genius anywhere in the entire Divine Realm, a cultivator whose name had spread far beyond the boundaries of the clan that had raised him, whose possession of the Sword Sovereign’s blade had made him a figure that forces across the realm were already watching with careful, hungry attention. + +The Black Dragon Clan had been fortunate enough to find him, to recognize what he was before the wider world had fully caught up to the reality of it, and now Joe was asking them to hand that fortune directly to the Violet Star Palace. + +Mathew turned and exchanged glances with the other family heads, and in the brief silence that passed between them the shape of an agreement formed without anyone needing to speak it aloud. They understood one another well enough for that. + +"Alright," Mathew said, turning back to Joe. "This is a deal." + +But the word alright carried something in it that was less like concession and more like the quiet confidence of a man who had agreed to terms he was entirely certain he would never be held to. + +From the first moment Mathew had proposed the bet, through every exchange that had followed, not one of the family heads had experienced even a passing doubt that Max would cross the eightieth floor. + +The condition Joe had just attached to his side of the wager was, in their collective estimation, a condition that existed only on paper. + +They were not gambling on Max. They were investing in him, and the currency they had chosen to invest was a consequence they had no intention of ever paying, because they had never once genuinely entertained the possibility that they would have to. + +--- + +On the screens floating above the gathered crowd, Max had long since left the twentieth floor behind. The twenty-first floor had greeted him with a formation of shadowy figures whose cultivations sat firmly at the second level of the Rebirth Realm, their auras noticeably more cohesive and their movements considerably sharper than anything the earlier floors had produced. + +They did not rush him blindly but instead moved with a patience that suggested the tower had begun introducing something resembling tactical awareness into its constructs, spreading across the chamber and attempting to cut off the angles from which he might respond to any one of them. + +Max gave the formation a single moment of attention, read the geometry of it, and then moved forward rather than waiting for them to close the distance on their own terms, his sword rising and falling in a sequence of three controlled strikes that dismantled the arrangement before it could apply any real pressure. + +The twenty-second floor compressed the space significantly, placing him in a narrower chamber where the shadowy figures could funnel toward him from a single direction, eliminating his ability to reposition freely and forcing him to manage the pressure of multiple opponents arriving in close succession rather than spread across open ground. + +"Time to try one of the inheritance techniques," Max muttered to himself, his voice carrying the quiet, almost clinical tone of someone deciding to run an experiment rather than someone bracing for a fight. + +The decision was made, and the execution followed without ceremony. He drew on the fifth level of his ice concept, letting it rise from somewhere deep within his cultivation base and radiate outward through his body, and the moment it touched the air of the chamber the temperature around him dropped with a sudden, absolute completeness, as though the floor of the combat tower had been relocated somewhere far beyond the reach of warmth. + +The change was not gradual. It was immediate and total, and the shadowy figures nearest to him recoiled by an instinct they should not have possessed, their forms flickering at the edges as the cold pressed against whatever constituted their existence. + +Then the ground moved. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1487.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1487.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cafd304 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1487.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1480: Power of Ice God Hands!" +slug: "ch-1487" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1487 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1099 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +From every surface beneath the feet of the shadowy figures, hands erupted, vast and pale and formed entirely from ice, their fingers long and tapered and ending in claws that caught the dim light of the chamber with a faint, cold gleam. + +They came up in clusters, surging from the floor with a speed that gave the shadowy figures no interval in which to react, and they seized each one with a grip that was not merely strong but viciously thorough, the icy claws closing around limbs and torsos and pulling downward with a force that allowed no resistance. + +The shadowy figures struggled, their dark forms writhing against the restraint, but the cold was already doing its work independently of the grip, climbing through whatever spiritual substance composed them and converting it, layer by layer, into something rigid and still. + +Within moments each figure had ceased to move entirely, locked inside a shell of ice that encased them completely, their expressions and postures frozen mid-struggle into statues that stood in scattered formation across the chamber floor. + +The ice hands tightened. There was a sound, brief and sharp and total, like the simultaneous fracture of several dense objects, and then each frozen statue shattered outward from its own center, exploding into countless fragments of ice that scattered across the floor and dissolved before they finished sliding. + +The chamber was empty, and the cold began to recede back into Max as he released the technique, the temperature climbing slowly toward something habitable again. + +"Hmm," Max said, looking at the space where his opponents had been standing several seconds ago. "This is just the low-level use of Ice God Hand and it is already this deadly." He stood with that thought for a moment, genuinely curious about what the answer would be.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +He wondered what would happen if he were to release the full version of the technique, not the restrained and partial expression he had just demonstrated, but the complete, uncompressed release of what the Ice God Hand was actually capable of at its upper threshold. + +This floor of the combat tower did not seem like the appropriate venue in which to find out, but the question settled into the back of his mind and stayed there. + +He filed the observation away and let his surroundings shift again as the tower registered his victory and prepared the next floor. + +The technique did not become less effective as he climbed. If anything, the gap between what the Ice God Hand could produce and what the tower’s constructs could withstand seemed to matter less with each floor he cleared, because the power contained even in the low-level application of the technique operated at a register that the earlier floors simply had no framework for countering. + +The twenty-sixth floor sent its shadowy figures rushing toward him the moment they finished materializing, their forms at the fourth level of the Rebirth Realm and their movements carrying a speed that would have been genuinely threatening to a cultivator relying on conventional responses alone. + +Max did not rely on conventional responses. The ice hands surged from the ground before the figures crossed half the distance between them, and what followed was the same sequence of seizure, freezing, and shattering that had ended the floor below, completed inside a span of time that felt almost discourteous in how little room it left for the constructs to demonstrate what they had been designed to do. + +The twenty-seventh floor introduced a new configuration, placing Max in a chamber where the shadowy figures had arranged themselves at the perimeter rather than the center, maintaining distance and attacking from range using compressed projectiles of spiritual energy that crossed the room with genuine velocity. + +It was a sensible adaptation, keeping the constructs away from the ground where the ice hands could reach them most efficiently. Max acknowledged the adjustment with mild interest and responded by simply expanding the radius of his technique, letting the Ice God Hand extend its reach across a far wider surface area, and the hands that emerged this time came up at the perimeter of the chamber rather than its center, directly beneath the figures that had positioned themselves there to avoid exactly that outcome. The floor ended as quickly as the one before it. + +By the twenty-eighth floor the constructs had reached the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm, and the pressure of their collective aura when they materialized was substantial enough that several of the observers watching the screens outside the tower straightened instinctively, reacting to the weight of the displayed energy even through the remove of a broadcast. + +The shadowy figures on this floor moved with a fluency and a ferocity that reflected their elevated cultivation, their attacks carrying a force that could have caused serious problems for any cultivator whose only resource was the strength their own level provided. + +Max released the Ice God Hand again, and the figures were encased and destroyed within the same ruthlessly short window that had characterized every previous floor, the gap between their strength and the cold that consumed them too wide to be bridged by anything the tower had given them to work with. + +The twenty-ninth floor came and went with the same result, the figures slightly stronger again, slightly faster, slightly more deliberate in their approach, and the Ice God Hand reaching up from the ground and ending them with the same patient, absolute efficiency it had demonstrated from the first moment Max had chosen to use it. + +He was not struggling. He was not adjusting. He was applying a technique that existed at a level of sophistication the combat tower’s earlier floors had not been built to account for, and the floors were falling beneath it one after another without offering him anything that required him to think particularly hard. + +Max stepped through the threshold of the thirtieth floor and felt the air change around him in a way that was more pronounced than any transition he had crossed so far, the ambient pressure of the chamber settling against him with a density that suggested the tower had finally decided that the preliminary portion of its challenge was behind them both. + +"Hehe, this will be interesting now," Joe said, and the smile that accompanied those words carried a different quality than the ones he had worn during the earlier floors, less the detached amusement of someone watching a foregone conclusion play out and more the genuine anticipation of someone who believed the situation was finally about to correct itself into something that aligned with his expectations. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1488.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1488.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0496a40 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1488.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1481: Soul Fragments" +slug: "ch-1488" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1488 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1303 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Joe turned his attention away from the floating screens for a moment and looked at the seven family heads standing nearby, making sure he had their attention before he continued. "As we all know, from the first floor through the twenty-ninth floor, a cultivator ascending the combat tower faces nothing but shadowy figures," he said, his tone shifting into something that carried the weight of a man drawing on real and considered knowledge of the tower’s architecture. + +"Those constructs are exactly what they appear to be, conjured shadows without genuine substance behind them, designed to test a climber’s reflexes and the raw application of their strength, but possessing no actual depth of experience or understanding. They can be overwhelmed by a sufficiently powerful technique precisely because there is nothing behind them except the cultivation level the tower has assigned to them." + +He paused, letting that distinction settle before he moved past it. "But from the thirtieth floor onward, that changes entirely. From the thirtieth floor, a climber no longer faces shadows. They begin to face the soul fragments of real individuals, cultivators who once ascended this very tower during their own lifetimes and who, at some point in their journey, made the deliberate choice to leave a fragment of their soul behind within its walls, to be preserved and used as a fighting warrior for every climber who came after them. These were real people. They had real combat experience, real techniques, real instincts that were forged across years of cultivation and battle, and those qualities do not disappear simply because what remains of them now exists as a fragment rather than a complete soul." + +He looked across the gathered family heads with an expression that suggested he considered what he was about to say to be the crux of everything. "It was precisely because of this that I found it difficult to believe Max would be able to overcome these soul fragments," he said. + +He folded his arms and let his gaze drift back toward the screens, where Max stood alone at the threshold of the thirtieth floor with the changed air of the chamber pressing against him from all directions.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +"Let us see," Joe said quietly, with the patient composure of someone who had been waiting for this particular moment since before the ascent began, "whether that sword and this kid are enough to handle something that can actually think back." + +The seven family heads watched the screens with an attention that was different in quality from the ease with which they had observed the earlier floors. Their confidence in Max had not diminished by any measure, but confidence and curiosity were not the same thing, and the thirtieth floor represented a threshold that none of them could observe with complete indifference. + +They had seen Max dismantle shadowy constructs with a technique that turned the ground itself into a weapon, and they had felt the satisfaction of watching every assumption Joe had offered about the earlier floors prove too conservative. + +But the soul fragments were a different category of opponent entirely, and even the family heads, who had collectively decided that Max defied ordinary measurement, found themselves leaning into the broadcast with an alertness that the previous twenty-nine floors had not demanded from them. + +They wanted to see how he handled something that had once been real, something that carried within it the residue of actual experience and actual battles fought by an actual person who had stood in that tower and climbed it through nothing but the strength of their own cultivation and will. Whatever Max did next, they intended to watch every detail of it. + +--- + +Max stood at the center of the thirtieth floor and waited, his breathing steady and his grip on his sword loose enough to allow for immediate movement in any direction. + +Then his opponent materialized, and Max went still. + +It was not a shadow. It was not a construct of darkness assembled from borrowed energy and given the rough outline of a form to make it functional. What stood before him on the thirtieth floor resembled a human being with a completeness and a specificity that the shadowy figures below had never approached, a figure with defined features and a discernible build, wearing the remnants of what appeared to have once been a cultivator’s robes, their edges worn and their details faded by whatever passage of time separated this fragment from the person it had once belonged to. + +The figure stood with the posture of someone accustomed to standing in difficult places without flinching, their weight distributed with the unconscious precision of long experience, and the aura that radiated from them carried a quality that was unmistakably different from the raw, uncomplicated energy the tower’s constructs had projected. + +"So no more of those shadowy figures," Max muttered, his eyes moving across his opponent with the careful, cataloguing attention he gave to anything he had not encountered before. + +"Indeed," said his opponent. "No more of those useless things." + +The words arrived in a voice that was unhurried and fully formed, carrying the timbre and the weight of something that had once belonged to a living throat, and Max went very still in a way that had nothing to do with combat readiness and everything to do with the fact that his mind had just registered something it had not expected and had not prepared a response for. + +He stared at the figure in front of him for a moment that stretched slightly longer than he intended. + +"You can talk?" he asked, and there was something in the question that was entirely genuine, stripped of the measured composure he typically maintained, the pure and unfiltered curiosity of someone encountering a thing they had not known was possible. + +"Of course I can talk," his opponent replied, with the flat simplicity of someone answering a question they found slightly unnecessary. + +"How is this possible?" Max asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to fit what he was observing into a framework that could accommodate it. + +The shadowy figures below had been silent, purposeful in the way that tools were purposeful, incapable of anything beyond the execution of the function they had been built to perform. They had not observed him, had not responded to him, had not registered his presence as anything other than a target to be eliminated. + +The figure standing before him now was doing something fundamentally different. It was engaging with him, listening to what he said and constructing a response that addressed the specific content of his words, and that distinction opened a distance between what Max had expected from the thirtieth floor and what was actually standing in front of him that he found himself genuinely needing a moment to cross. + +His opponent smiled. "I am a soul fragment," it said. "What you see before you is not a construct. It is not assembled from the energy of this tower or shaped from the ambient spiritual force of the chamber around you. I am a remnant of a real individual, a piece of a soul left behind deliberately within these walls by the person I once was a part of, preserved here to serve as a warrior for every climber who reaches this floor." + +It paused, and when it continued its voice carried the calm, matter-of-fact quality of someone recounting a history they had long since made their peace with. "My name is Darian Voksh. I am real living being. Even though this is just my so.ul fragment here, the fact that I am here and talking to you means my body is out there somewhere in the vast Divine Realm" + +Max listened and then he became curious of one thing. "You gave a piece of your soul to this tower voluntarily, why?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1489.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1489.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..450f5b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1489.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1482: Speed Mirage!" +slug: "ch-1489" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1489 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1278 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Why you asked?" Darian smiled and said. "There is no particular reason behind it. When I ascended the combat tower in my time, I could not get particularly far. I reached a point where the floors ahead of me were beyond what I could manage, and when I was asked whether I would be willing to leave behind a soul fragment to be used as a warrior for future contestants, I agreed. It seemed simple enough at the time. If I could not go far in this tower myself, then I decided that I could at least make sure others would have a difficult time going far either. That was the entirety of my reasoning." + +Max nodded calmy but inwardly he was sneering at Darian. + +The reasoning Darian had offered was not merely unconvincing. It was, when examined against the reality of what giving up a soul fragment actually meant, so structurally flawed that Max found it difficult to understand how anyone could expect it to hold together under the weight of basic scrutiny. + +A soul was not a resource that a cultivator could draw on and replenish without consequence. It was the most fundamental thing a person possessed, the core from which everything else in cultivation extended, and separating even a fragment of it from the whole was not a minor inconvenience that the remaining soul recovered from quickly with a little rest and effort. + +It was a wound of a particular and serious kind, one that demanded sustained and painstaking work to heal, that could set a cultivator back across years of progress, and that left traces in the soul’s composition long after the outward damage had been addressed. + +Every cultivator who understood anything real about the nature of the soul understood this, and anyone who had advanced far enough in their cultivation to be considered for the role of a preserved warrior within the combat tower would have understood it better than most. + +The idea that a person who possessed that understanding would voluntarily submit to the removal of a soul fragment because they had failed to climb as high as they wanted in a tower and had therefore decided, out of some petty and formless resentment, that they would make the ascent harder for the cultivators who came after them, was not a motivation. + +It was a story assembled from parts that did not fit together, dressed in the language of casualness to disguise the fact that none of the underlying logic survived contact with reality. + +Nobody made that trade for that reason. The cost was too specific, too personal, and too lasting to be paid in exchange for something as insubstantial as the satisfaction of watching strangers fail at something you had also failed at. + +"Enough of this," Darian said smiling. "Let us fight." + +The aura that rolled off him as he spoke was no longer the measured, contained thing it had been during their exchange. It pressed outward at its full height, the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm announcing itself with a pressure that filled the chamber from floor to ceiling. + +"Come on then," Max said clenching his fist.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +Darian’s smile widened, stretching into something that carried an edge of genuine pleasure in it, the expression of someone who had been waiting for permission to begin and was now entirely glad to have it. He took one step forward, a single step, deliberate and unhurried, and then everything changed. + +Another Darian appeared beside the first one. Then another materialized at a different position, and another beyond that, and another still, each one wearing the same robes and the same expression and the same smile stretched wide across the same face, until Max stood at the center of a formation of figures that numbered in the tens. + +Every one of them identical to the original, every one of them looking at him with that same expression of bright and slightly unhinged delight, their laughter rising from all directions simultaneously and layering over itself into something that filled the chamber with a sound that was deeply unsettling in the way that things were unsettling when they were familiar and wrong at the same time. + +The disciples watching the broadcast outside the tower reacted immediately, their voices rising in a overlapping wave of competing assessments as they tried to categorize what they were seeing on the screens above them. + +"Is that a projection technique? Some kind of illusion-based ability?" + +"I think it is a cloning technique. He has genuinely split himself into multiple bodies." + +"They cannot all be real. Only one of them is the original. The rest must be constructs of some kind." + +The crowd continued in this vein, each voice adding its own interpretation to the noise, until Elder Seraphina spoke. "What you are seeing on that screen is not a projection technique," she said. "It is not an illusion, and it is not a cloning ability. What Darian is doing is called a Speed Mirage. He is moving with such extraordinary velocity that he is capable of occupying many different positions within the same span of time, and the afterimages his movement leaves behind are so complete and so sustained that they are visually indistinguishable from the original body. Every one of those figures you see surrounding Max is a position Darian has already vacated, preserved in the air by the sheer speed of his transit between them, and the original is somewhere among them moving too fast for the eye to separate him from his own trail." + +She paused, and something in her expression shifted toward genuine curiosity as she added, "I wonder how Max will respond to this. As far as I recall, Max does not possess speed of this caliber." + +The disciples who had been offering their own theories absorbed this in silence for a moment, and then the understanding moved through the crowd in a visible wave, faces changing as the reality of what Max was facing settled into place. + +The thirtieth floor had a reputation as one of the natural stopping points for disciples ascending the combat tower, a floor where ascents that had been proceeding smoothly encountered something they were not equipped to handle, and the Speed Mirage was precisely the kind of technique that explained that reputation. + +Against it, the conventional responses available to a cultivator were severely limited, and the ones that remained required either a speed that could match or exceed what Darian was producing, or a level of raw power sufficient to make precision irrelevant by simply overwhelming every position at once. + +"Let us see how Max gets past this one," Joe said, and his smile had returned with the satisfied quality of someone watching events move toward the conclusion they had predicted from the beginning. "If this were any other disciple, even one at the ninth or tenth level of the Rebirth Realm, they might have the option of simply overpowering their opponent in a situation like this, using the gap in cultivation to compensate for the gap in information. But Max is at the third level of the Rebirth Realm." + +He let that number sit in the air for a moment before continuing. "The cultivation difference between him and Darian is already significant enough that brute force is not a straightforward answer even under normal circumstances, and these are not normal circumstances. Identifying the real body among that many Speed Mirage afterimages while simultaneously managing the pressure of a fifth level Rebirth Realm aura at close range is not something a third level cultivator can reasonably be expected to accomplish. This, I would say, is where the ascent ends." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-149.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-149.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0810662 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-149.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 149 - 9999 Icy Swords" +slug: "ch-149" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 149 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1281 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The hundreds of blue glowing blades floating above Max suddenly ignited in red flames, and an aura unlike any that had been sensed by those watching the battle began to emanate from them. + +"How? How can a flame burn in my domain?" Revenna exclaimed, stunned, as she watched the hundreds of swords floating above Max, blazing with red-hot flames. + +A domain was her absolute territory, even though it was an incomplete one. With her level 3 Ice Aura as the base of her domain, it should have been impossible for any flames to burn within it unless they were enhanced by a level 3 Flame Aura. + +Most importantly, she could sense an intense aura emanating from the flames surrounding the blades. The aura was unlike anything she had ever encountered before. The intensity was threatening, yet not strong enough to harm her. + +It wasn’t just Revenna who felt the uniqueness of the strange aura. The other geniuses watching the battle also sensed it. + +"What is this feeling I’m getting from these flames? Is that an aura?" Arthur Gale of the South wondered aloud. + +"I feel a bit of threat from these flames… What is this?" Veylin muttered, his brows furrowing. + +Amelia narrowed her eyes, observing the red flames with a serious expression. "The intent of that aura is on the same level as level 3 auras, but I don’t feel a level 3 aura from it. This is very strange." + +Crown Prince Aelric gave a slight smile and nodded. "I guess we’ll see more of it today." His words held many meanings, but nobody paid much attention to them, as all eyes were focused on the flames and the aura they emitted. + +Only Five seemed to understand something, looking at Max with a curious expression. + +"You said I can’t use flames here…" Max grinned, looking directly at Revenna. + +Revenna frowned, still unable to comprehend how Max had managed this, nor how the strange aura surrounded the flames. However, she understood it was time to end this battle. + +"You’re a package full of miracles, but it all ends here," Revenna said, commanding all of her ice monsters surrounding Max to kill him. + +As soon as she issued her command, hundreds of monsters surrounding Max began to rage, charging toward him. Some launched attacks, while others simply aimed to stamp him into the ground with their massive legs. + +Max smiled at the sight, pointing his right hand toward the stampede of ice monsters. + +Two hundred of his swords flew at his command, their trails leaving a red light as they blazed through the white world of ice, charging toward the horde of ice monsters. + +The slaughter began almost immediately. His hundreds of swords, blazing with red flames, sliced through one ice monster after another as if cutting through tofu. The ice monsters stood no chance against the fiery blades and were rapidly cut down. + +Although the two hundred glowing swords were weaker than the previous ten, the flames surrounding the blades made up for the damage dealt to the ice monsters. + +Furthermore, for his flames to burn within Revenna’s domain, under her level 3 Ice Aura, Max had infused 5% of his Fusion State aura into the flames coating his swords. This not only allowed the flames to burn in her domain but also amplified the sharpness of the blades and the explosiveness of the flames. + +The result was inevitable. Though the ice monsters were numerous, they stood no chance against Max’s two hundred blazing swords. They were slaughtered until nothing remained but shattered ice crystals scattered across the battlefield. + +Max glanced at Revenna, ready to speak, when he once again sensed something beneath the surface where he stood. + +Almost instantly, hundreds of ice spikes shot up from the ground, their pointed tips aimed at him. But before they could reach him, hundreds of blue-colored dots zipped through the spikes like laser lights, completely destroying them into small pieces. + +However, that wasn’t the end. Soon after, dozens of massive hands made of ice rose from the ground and grabbed hold of him. The sheer number of hands, combined with their size, made it appear as though Max was trapped at the top of an ice peak, unable to escape. + +Max felt the binding was stronger than anything he had felt before, but he made no attempt to resist. Turning toward Revenna, he smiled. "Don’t you see? Your domain is useless against me. Your level 3 Ice Aura is useless against me. There’s no point in fighting an opponent you can’t defeat." + +As he spoke, the hundreds of glowing blue dots shot in and out of the ice peak, completely destroying it and freeing Max. + +"Accept your defeat and make it easy for both of us, will you?" Max asked politely, glancing at Revenna. "Otherwise, I’ll have to destroy your so-called domain with my lotus technique, and I’m sure you don’t want that to happen." + +Revenna’s expression calmed as she gazed at Max with narrowed eyes. "There’s one more thing I’d like to try," she said, closing her eyes as the ice world around them began to slowly melt, until all the ice on the stage had vanished. + +Only Max and Revenna remained on the stage. + +Then, with a flick of her wrist, Revenna opened her eyes and raised her right hand. Almost immediately, frost began to emit from her, condensing into swords—hundreds of swords. + +Within moments, thousands of ice swords surrounded Revenna and Max on the stage, floating ominously above them like a sea of icy daggers. The sheer number of swords glimmered with sharp, deadly frost, their cold auras blanketing the entire battlefield. + +In comparison, Max’s two hundred swords, blazing with red flames, seemed almost insignificant next to the overwhelming presence of the icy arsenal. Yet, despite being outnumbered, the intensity of the fiery glow refused to diminish. + +Max smirked, his confidence unwavering. "Quantity doesn’t matter if they can’t match the quality." + +Revenna smiled, glancing at the swords above her. "There are exactly 9,999 ice swords floating above us, each one stronger than your swords." With a flick of her wrist, two hundred of the ice swords shot forward like meteors, aimed directly at Max’s blazing arsenal. + +Max’s smirk deepened as he raised his hand, his fiery swords glowing brighter with red flames. "Let’s see whose swords dominate!" + +The two forces collided mid-air, and the battlefield erupted into chaos. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +Each clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, the air filled with a deafening symphony of explosions as fire and ice collided in a dazzling display of light and power. Red flames hissed and sputtered as they met icy frost, the air crackling with energy from their battle. + +For a moment, it seemed as though Max’s blazing swords could hold their ground. They slashed through the icy blades, leaving trails of molten frost in their wake. But Revenna’s ice swords were relentless, cutting through the flames like a glacier carving through stone. + +Crack! + +One by one, Max’s swords began to shatter under the overwhelming might of Revenna’s icy onslaught. Fiery fragments rained down like shooting stars, their heat dissipating as the frost consumed them. + +Despite the fierce resistance, the tide was clear. Each explosion grew weaker, each clash more one-sided, until the last of Max’s flaming swords exploded into embers, leaving only the icy swords hovering triumphantly in the air. + +Revenna leaned back in her throne of ice, her expression calm yet victorious. "I told you, Max. Your flames are no match for my frost. The stage belongs to me now." Enjoy exclusive content from freewebnovel + +Her tone turned solemn. "Though, to finish you off, I’ll use my 10,000th sword on you." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1490.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1490.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..24ca17e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1490.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1483: An Ability of Dimensional Sovereign Body" +slug: "ch-1490" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1490 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max looked at the countless figures of Darian surrounding him and a faint smile curved his lips. ’A speed mirage?’ The thought surfaced calmly in his mind as his eyes sharpened. He had already seen through the trick the instant Darian split into dozens of afterimages. + +Without hesitation, he activated his Dimensional Sovereign Body. The shift was subtle yet absolute. The space around him seemed unchanged to outsiders, yet to Max everything became crystalline and precise. + +The chaotic blur of motion that would have confused any ordinary cultivator turned painfully clear. Every ripple in space, every disturbance in movement, every fluctuation of aura revealed itself to him. Darian’s so called mirages became nothing more than shallow reflections. Max could pinpoint the true body moving among them as easily as spotting a flame in the dark. + +"Which one is true me? Which one will you attack?" All the Darians spoke at once, their voices overlapping and echoing from every direction, creating a disorienting wave of sound that attempted to invade Max’s senses. The figures circled him with relentless speed, their movements weaving an intricate web of confusion meant to force hesitation. + +Yet Max merely smiled faintly. His thoughts flowed with quiet confidence. ’I can either overpower him or speed blitz him using my seven colored lightning as the base for Storm King’s Inheritance or...’ His eyes flickered with a glint of amusement as the final option surfaced in his mind. The smile on his face deepened ever so slightly. + +In the very next instant, without warning or visible transition, both Max and Darian found themselves standing in the center of a vast ice world. The blazing battlefield vanished as though it had never existed, replaced by endless white plains and towering glaciers that radiated a biting cold. + +The air itself felt heavy and rigid. Darian’s expression faltered as confusion flashed across his face. He could not comprehend when the space beneath his feet had shifted, nor how the world had changed so completely without him sensing the transition. + +The moment he stepped into the frozen domain, his speed dropped drastically. The once fluid mirages began to distort and slow, their outlines trembling as the cold seeped into them. One by one the afterimages faded, unable to maintain their existence under the oppressive chill. In mere breaths, all the false figures disappeared, leaving only Darian’s true body standing exposed in the heart of the ice world. + +The cold tightened around him like invisible chains. Frost crept up from his feet, climbing his legs and spreading across his torso before he could react. His movements grew sluggish, his breathing shallow as the freezing aura invaded his body. + +Within seconds, ice encased him entirely. His expression of shock remained frozen on his face as his body turned into a lifeless statue of crystal clear frost. From the moment the surroundings changed to the instant Darian became an ice sculpture, only a few seconds had passed. Before he could even begin to understand what had happened, everything was already over. + +This was the power of the Dimensional Sovereign Body. It allowed Max to manifest his dimension into reality, reshaping the battlefield according to his will. What he had displayed was merely a small scale domain effect, restrained and controlled. He did not dare reveal the full might of this ability, fully aware that countless eyes were watching him from beyond the arena. + +"Hehe." Max let out a light laugh as he looked at the frozen figure before him and then began walking toward Darian’s statue with unhurried steps. The vast ice world still stretched endlessly around them, the cold wind brushing against his clothes while frost shimmered faintly across the surface of the statue. + +When he arrived before it, he did not unleash any grand technique or gather any terrifying aura. Instead, he simply raised his hand and flicked the statue with his fingers as though he were brushing away a speck of dust. + +Bang! + +The frozen body shattered instantly. Cracks spread from the point where his finger had touched, racing across the surface in a web of fractures before the entire statue burst apart into countless ice fragments. The shards scattered across the icy ground and dissolved into faint particles of frost, leaving no trace of Darian behind. The entire scene was clean and decisive, devoid of struggle or resistance. + +Outside, everyone watching Max’s battle fell into silence. The spectators had prepared themselves to witness a fierce clash against the speed mirage technique on the thirtieth floor, yet none of them had expected the fight to end in such a straightforward manner. The transition from overwhelming illusions to absolute stillness had happened so quickly that many had not even processed what they were seeing until Darian had already shattered. + +Elder Seraphina snorted softly when she saw that Max had so easily passed the opponent on the thirtieth floor, her expression carrying a trace of dissatisfaction. In contrast, the other elders could not conceal their excitement. Their eyes gleamed as they observed the replay of the battle through the screens. + +"A domain of ice? This kid used a domain against a speed mirage ability. A wise move I would say." Joe’s expression remained dark even as he spoke. Although he had praised Max earlier, he had not truly believed that Max would make it past the thirtieth floor. Yet the result stood before him undeniable and clear. + +At that moment, Joe finally understood why the seven family heads had displayed such unwavering confidence in Max. The calmness with which the young man had assessed the situation and chosen the most efficient method to neutralize his opponent revealed a depth that went beyond simple strength. + +’This kid hides deep. His combat power is simply off the charts.’ Joe evaluated Max once more in his mind and found his curiosity growing stronger. The more he observed, the more he realized that what Max showed on the surface was only a fraction of what he truly possessed. + +Just as everyone was still discussing Max’s swift victory over Darian, the scene within the Combat Tower shifted and Max arrived at the thirty first floor. The environment around him changed once more, forming a vast stone arena suspended in darkness. + +Standing opposite him was a human figure whose presence carried a calm yet ancient aura. Unlike Darian, whose arrogance had been obvious, this opponent stood silently with sharp eyes that reflected countless battles.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +This was not a simple construct formed by the tower. It was a soul fragment left behind by a real warrior who was still alive somewhere in the Divine Realm. Even though only a fragment of his soul remained here, the pressure he emitted was real and steady. + +His cultivation was at the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm, the same as Darian. However, the aura he displayed was more refined and controlled. The battle began without unnecessary words. The opponent moved with experienced precision, launching calculated attacks that targeted vital points while maintaining flawless defense. + +Yet to Max, who had already activated the awareness of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, every movement seemed predictable. He responded with calm efficiency, countering each strike with overwhelming force. Within a short span of time, the arena fell silent as the soul fragment dissipated under Max’s attack. The victory was decisive and clean, no more difficult than his previous fight. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1491.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1491.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ce51a38 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1491.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1484: Rushing Through the Combat Tower!" +slug: "ch-1491" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1491 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1456 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +From this encounter, Max quickly understood the pattern of the Combat Tower. The enemies ahead would not be random illusions or simple projections. They were fragments of real warriors who had once challenged the tower and left behind part of their existence. + +Each fragment carried the battle experience and techniques of its original owner, even if their cultivation was suppressed to match the floor’s requirement. That realization did not intimidate him. Instead, it sharpened his focus. + +Without pause, Max ascended to the thirty second floor, then the thirty third, and continued upward. On each floor, a new opponent awaited him. Their cultivations began at the fifth level of the Rebirth Realm but gradually rose as he climbed. + +By the time he reached the fortieth floor, his opponents were at the sixth level. Their techniques grew more profound, their control over laws more mature, and their combat instincts sharper. Some specialized in blade arts that split the air with terrifying precision, others wielded destructive elemental abilities that shook the arena. + +Yet Max dismantled them one after another with unwavering composure. Sometimes he relied on overwhelming physical strength, sometimes on precise law suppression, and occasionally on subtle dimensional manipulation. Each battle ended swiftly. + +As he advanced past the fiftieth and sixtieth floors, the strength of his opponents rose to the seventh and then the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. The pressure in the tower intensified with each ascent. + +The arenas themselves seemed to respond to the rising difficulty, becoming larger and more complex, filled with terrains that favored different combat styles. Still, Max did not slow down. His aura remained steady, his breathing even. He adapted effortlessly, crushing sword masters, spear wielders, elemental experts, and body refinement cultivators alike. + +Every opponent fought with the pride of a true warrior, yet none could halt his advance. + +When he crossed into the seventieth and eightieth floors, the enemies standing before him had reached the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm. Their presence was imposing, their law comprehension bordering on the threshold of the next great realm. + +Each of them represented a peak existence within Rebirth Realm. The battles became more intense, the clashes of energy more violent, and the shockwaves more devastating. However, even against such opponents, Max displayed no hesitation. + +His combat power far surpassed his displayed cultivation. He suppressed them with overwhelming force, broke through their techniques with precise counters, and shattered their defenses without mercy. + +Floor after floor, his victories accumulated. There was no rest, no sign of exhaustion, no hesitation in his movements. The observers outside watched in growing disbelief as his name continued to rise higher on the tower’s ranking display. The eightieth floor fell. Then the eighty fifth. Then the eighty ninth. + +Finally, Max stepped onto the ninetieth floor. By then, he had defeated opponent after opponent, each one at the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, each one a fragment of a real warrior whose strength would dominate ordinary cultivators. Yet none of them had managed to slow him down. His ascent had been relentless, steady, and absolute. + +Outside the Combat Tower, the atmosphere had fallen into complete silence. Every screen displayed Max’s figure as he advanced from one floor to the next, and even the elders who had witnessed countless disciples attempt this trial over the years found themselves at a loss for words. + +They had seen prodigies struggle, they had seen peak talents rise slowly through fierce battles, yet what unfolded before them now felt entirely different. It was not merely the fact that Max was ascending. It was the manner in which he did so. + +He did not climb the tower step by step with visible strain or narrow victories. He rushed through it. From the thirty first floor onward, every opponent that appeared before him was a soul fragment of a real warrior from the Divine Realm. These were not hollow illusions or simple constructs. + +Each fragment carried genuine combat experience and refined techniques. Yet in Max’s hands, they seemed no different from puppets made of straw. He crushed them with overwhelming strength, shattered their techniques with ease, and ended their existence without allowing them to display even half of their prowess. + +"Damn, this Max is simply a monster!" Seraphina Vale could no longer maintain her earlier composure. The arrogance she once held when comparing Isabella to Max had completely dissolved. Isabella was indeed a true genius when placed among her peers, a rising star within their domain, but standing beside someone like Max made that comparison painfully unfair. + +The difference was too vast. Isabella might shine brightly, yet Max burned like a blazing sun that eclipsed all others. Seraphina finally understood that placing them on the same scale had been a mistake from the beginning. Isabella stood no chance against him. + +Among everyone present, the most shaken was Joe. Not long ago, he had confidently wagered against the seven family heads, declaring that Max would never cross the eightieth floor. In his mind, the gap between potential and actual achievement was always significant. + +However, Max had not merely crossed the seventieth and eightieth floors. He had stormed through them as though the opponents standing there were insignificant insects. Those warriors at the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, fragments of true Divine Realm cultivators, were overwhelmed in direct clashes and dismantled without delay. + +Joe found himself unable to even process the loss of the bet. At the same time, the seven family heads who had won the wager did not react with celebration either. Their gazes were fixed firmly on the screens, their expressions heavy with seriousness. + +What they were witnessing had surpassed the realm of simple pride or satisfaction. Max was advancing through the floors above the eightieth with such speed that it felt as though he were racing against time itself. + +From the thirty first floor all the way to the ninetieth, his path resembled a massacre. Each arena became a battlefield where he stood like a relentless executioner. He was calm, decisive, and unstoppable. The opponents that once would have halted even elite disciples were swept aside in moments. To the spectators, he resembled a killing god descending upon the tower, cutting down every challenger in his way. + +Only when he reached the ninetieth floor did the momentum finally pause. The tower itself seemed to take longer to respond, as though it needed additional time to forge the opponent worthy of standing before him. + +For the first time since his relentless ascent began, there was a brief stillness. Yet even that silence carried tension, because everyone present understood that what awaited on the ninetieth floor would not be ordinary. + +"This Max... If I am not wrong, his talent and potential could be compared to the geniuses of the first rate forces in the Divine Realm." Joe finally spoke, his voice low yet heavy with meaning. His eyes did not leave the screen as he uttered those words. + +For someone of his status to make such an assessment was not something done lightly. He had witnessed countless disciples rise and fall. He had seen peak talents emerge from powerful clans and crumble when faced with true pressure. Yet what Max had displayed inside the Combat Tower forced him to reevaluate everything he thought he understood about the younger generation. + +The moment his words fell, the seven family heads felt as though a silent thunderbolt had struck their minds. Their expressions stiffened, and for a brief moment none of them spoke. The Divine Realm was vast and merciless, and within it the first rate forces stood at the pinnacle. + +The geniuses nurtured by such forces were monsters among monsters, individuals whose names could shake entire regions. To compare Max to that level of talent was no small praise. It was an acknowledgment that his potential extended far beyond their current domain. + +They had always believed in Max’s strength, which was why they had shown such confidence earlier. However, hearing Joe, a man known for his strict standards and sharp judgment, openly admit that Max’s talent could rival those legendary figures from the first rate forces sent a deep tremor through their hearts. + +What they had regarded as extraordinary within their own circle was now being placed on a stage that belonged to the true elite of the Divine Realm.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +Their gazes returned to the screen where Max stood calmly on the ninetieth floor, waiting for his next opponent. At that moment, the weight of Joe’s words settled in their minds. + +If his assessment was accurate, then Max was not merely a rising star within their families. He was someone destined to step into a far greater arena, one where only the most terrifying geniuses could stand. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1492.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1492.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dc0a950 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1492.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1485 - 90th Floor!" +slug: "ch-1492" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1492 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1187 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as everyone outside continued to marvel at Max’s unbelievable speed of ascension within the Combat Tower, the space on the ninetieth floor finally began to stir. The arena trembled slightly as energy gathered at the center, and a new figure slowly formed out of the swirling light of the tower’s power. + +When the light faded, a tall warrior stood there holding a long spear. His presence carried a deep and oppressive pressure that was far greater than the opponents Max had faced on the floors below. + +The warrior’s eyes fell upon Max and a trace of confusion appeared on his face. His gaze swept across Max’s body as if trying to understand what he was seeing. + +"How did someone like you with the strength of the third level of the Rebirth Realm come this far into the floors of the nineties?" the warrior asked with clear disbelief in his voice. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed the warrior more carefully. From the aura radiating from his body, Max could instantly determine that the opponent standing before him had the strength of the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm. This was a peak existence within the realm, someone who stood at the threshold of the next great stage. + +"We will know once we fight," Max replied calmly. + +"As you say," the warrior answered without hesitation. + +The moment his words ended, the warrior moved. His body surged forward with explosive speed and the long spear in his hands cut through the air like a streak of lightning. He swung it in a wide arc before gathering all his strength into a single thrust aimed directly at Max. + +The spear shot forward with terrifying force, its tip tearing through the air while waves of compressed energy spiraled around it. + +The attack carried the full power of a tenth level Rebirth Realm expert, and the pressure alone caused the arena beneath them to crack. The surrounding space trembled violently as though the spear intended to pierce through everything in its path. + +BOOM! + +The spear closed in on Max in an instant. At that very moment, Max’s body erupted with power. Black dragon scales burst forth across his skin as he activated his Dragon Scales Transformation. The scales glowed faintly while an ancient and tyrannical aura surged from within his body. + +At the same time, the first of his seven divine veins awakened fully. The Vein of Origin pulsed like a roaring river inside him as it released an overwhelming surge of raw strength. + +That strength did not manifest as a technique or a law. It was pure and brutal physical power that flooded every inch of his body. The muscles in his arm tightened and the air around him trembled as he raised his hand. + +Instead of dodging the spear or countering with a weapon, Max simply extended his bare hand toward the incoming attack. + +The spear thrust that carried the might of a tenth level Rebirth Realm warrior crashed directly into his palm. + +For a moment the entire arena shook as the violent impact exploded outward. Shockwaves rippled through the ground and cracks spread across the stone floor beneath their feet. The power behind the spear was immense, enough to obliterate mountains, yet Max’s hand remained firmly in place. + +His palm had stopped the spear. + +The raw strength of the Vein of Origin surged through his arm like a raging torrent, allowing him to block the devastating attack with nothing but his bare hand. + +The black dragon scales covering his skin gleamed under the pressure while the terrifying force of the spear struggled against the immovable wall of power that Max had become. + +"How did you do that?" The warrior stared at Max in open shock. His eyes widened as he looked at the sight before him. The tip of his spear, which carried the terrifying force of a tenth level Rebirth Realm thrust, was being held firmly in Max’s bare hand. Max stood there calmly as though the spear were nothing more than a wooden stick pressed against his palm. + +"Will you admit defeat or should I make you disappear fully?" Max asked in a calm and steady voice. + +"Heh. I understand you are strong, but this is not enough to make me admit defeat." The warrior laughed coldly. As he spoke, the spear that Max was holding suddenly began to tremble. + +At first the vibration was faint, almost imperceptible, but within moments the entire spear began to oscillate violently. A strange and powerful force surged through its length as layers of invisible waves rippled outward from the warrior’s hands. + +These waves were not ordinary fluctuations of energy. They were the manifestation of a profound law that the warrior had comprehended to an extremely high degree. + +The concept of waves erupted from the spear like the tides of an endless ocean. + +The warrior had comprehended the concept of wave to the fifth level. + +Under the influence of that profound concept, the spear began to release powerful shocklike pulses that traveled along its shaft. Each pulse carried immense force and caused the surrounding air to tremble. + +When those waves reached the point where Max’s hand gripped the spear tip, the vibrations multiplied rapidly. The air around Max’s palm quivered violently as the spear twisted with overwhelming momentum. + +In the next instant, the accumulated waves exploded outward. + +The continuous wave force struck Max’s palm again and again in rapid succession. The pressure multiplied with each pulse until even the raw strength flowing through the Vein of Origin could no longer completely suppress the movement of the weapon. The spear finally slipped free from Max’s grasp as the wave force forced it away from his hand. + +The warrior’s eyes sharpened the moment the spear was released. + +Without giving Max even a fraction of a second to react, he stepped forward and gathered the full power of his cultivation and concept into the weapon. The surrounding air began to distort as layer upon layer of wave energy condensed around the spear tip. The power grew so dense that it appeared like rippling water twisting violently around the weapon. + +"Piercing Wave Spear!" + +The warrior roared as he unleashed his strongest attack. + +In that instant, the spear shot forward with terrifying speed. The condensed waves surged outward like an unstoppable tide as the thrust carried the combined power of the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm and the fifth level concept of wave. The pressure generated by the attack was so immense that the ground beneath the warrior’s feet could not withstand it. + +The moment he launched the strike, the stone floor beneath him simply collapsed. + +The crushing wave force pulverized the ground into nothingness as the surrounding stone disintegrated under the overwhelming pressure. Dust and fragments were erased before they could even scatter, leaving behind a hollow depression where the warrior had stood. + +At the center of that destruction, the spear surged forward like a furious ocean current determined to pierce through everything in its path. The wave energy roared through the arena as the devastating thrust shot directly toward Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1493.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1493.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4bdb478 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1493.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1486: Four Divine Beast Manifestation!" +slug: "ch-1493" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1493 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1133 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I see. So the current limit of my Vein of Origin is the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm." Max muttered softly as he let out a quiet sigh. The realization had come to him the moment the spear slipped free from his grasp. + +Even though the Vein of Origin had flooded his body with terrifying raw strength, the weapon had still managed to break away under the pressure of the wave concept. + +Max knew the concept of wave played a significant role in that outcome, yet he could not deny the truth he had just witnessed. The first of the seven divine veins had its limits, and at its current stage those limits hovered around the power of the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm. + +However, that thought remained only a passing observation. + +The spear thrust was already racing toward him with unstoppable force. The power contained within the Piercing Wave Spear continued to expand as layers of wave energy spiraled around the weapon like violent tides. The pressure filled the entire arena, causing the air itself to tremble as though the battlefield were being crushed by an invisible ocean. + +"Let’s try the new flame inheritance I had learned from the Dimension of Flames," Max muttered calmly. + +He brought both of his hands together and clapped them firmly. + +The moment his palms met, a deep and ancient heat erupted from his body. + +Flames burst outward in every direction. They did not appear as ordinary fire. These flames burned with a dark and terrifying intensity, their color so deep that they seemed to swallow the surrounding light. The air around Max twisted violently as the flames surged higher and higher, forming a massive vortex of burning power. + +Within that sea of black fire, an enormous shape began to take form. + +The flames condensed and roared like a living entity. Soon the outline of a colossal dragon emerged from the blazing darkness. Its massive body coiled around Max as though protecting its sovereign. Black flames flowed along its scales like molten energy while its enormous head rose above the battlefield with blazing eyes that radiated ancient ferocity. + +This was the inheritance technique known as Four Divine Beasts Manifestation. + +At this moment Max manifested the form of the black flaming dragon, and he stood calmly at the center of its immense body as though he were the heart of the raging inferno. + +The dragon opened its jaws and released a deafening roar that shook the entire arena. + +The Piercing Wave Spear shot forward at that exact moment. + +The spear that carried the terrifying fifth level concept of wave crashed directly toward Max with unstoppable momentum. The waves surrounding it twisted violently, attempting to tear apart everything that stood before it. + +Yet the instant it entered the range of the black flaming dragon, the entire battlefield seemed to erupt. + +The dragon surged forward with overwhelming force. Its colossal body moved like a storm of destruction as the endless black flames exploded outward. The raging inferno collided with the incoming spear attack in a single devastating clash. + +For a brief moment the violent waves struggled against the crushing power of the dragon. + +Then everything collapsed. + +The black flames devoured the waves completely. The spear shattered into fragments of energy that were instantly consumed by the raging inferno. The warrior who had launched the attack stood frozen in shock for a fraction of a second before the dragon of black flames engulfed him entirely. + +There was no scream and no struggle. + +The terrifying power of the Four Divine Beasts Manifestation obliterated him completely. + +When the flames finally receded, nothing remained of the warrior or his attack. The entire arena had fallen silent, leaving only Max standing calmly at the center of the battlefield while the last traces of black fire slowly faded into the air. + +"What was that attack?" The moment the black flaming dragon vanished from the arena and the warrior on the ninetieth floor was completely obliterated, the spectators outside the Combat Tower erupted into stunned murmurs. + +Their eyes remained fixed on the screens that displayed the battlefield, many of them struggling to process what they had just witnessed. + +"It was a dragon. A dragon formed of black flames!" one of the disciples exclaimed while frowning deeply as if trying to understand what he had seen. + +"How could he use black flames to form such a colossal dragon?" an elder said with clear shock in his voice. His gaze remained locked on the screen as he continued speaking. "To manifest such a massive form of flame requires absolute control. Even experienced flame cultivators would struggle to maintain that level of stability. To shape those flames into the body of a dragon would require centuries of experience and mastery." + +"This Max is full of surprises," another elder said with a heavy sigh. The elder shook his head slowly as he replayed the scene in his mind. The image of the enormous dragon of black fire swallowing the warrior on the ninetieth floor remained vivid in his thoughts. + +At that moment both Isabella and Zain stood silently among the crowd. Their fists clenched tightly as they stared at the image of Max standing calmly within the arena. + +The attack he had just unleashed left a deep impression on their minds. They both understood the power of the warrior who had stood on the ninetieth floor. That opponent possessed the strength of the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm and had even used a powerful technique empowered by the fifth level concept of wave. + +Yet such an opponent had been erased in a single move. As the realization settled in their minds, a troubling thought emerged. If they had been standing in the place of that warrior, would they have been able to survive such an overwhelming attack. + +"How could this Max get his hands on such a strong flame inheritance?" Seraphina finally spoke, her voice carrying both disbelief and frustration. Unlike many of the others present, she possessed enough experience to recognize what had just occurred. + +That dragon of black flames was not a simple flame manipulation technique. It was clearly an inheritance technique, a powerful legacy art passed down from an ancient lineage. The complexity and scale of the attack revealed the depth of the inheritance behind it. + +Even the Seven Family Heads and Joe stood quietly as they continued watching the scene unfold. Their expressions were far more serious than before. + +These individuals possessed vast knowledge of cultivation techniques and ancient inheritances, yet even they could not recall having seen a flame inheritance that manifested such a terrifying dragon of black fire. + +The attack Max had just displayed was something completely unfamiliar to them, and that unfamiliarity only deepened the shock that lingered in their hearts. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1494.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1494.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c688eb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1494.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1487: Empress Luna" +slug: "ch-1494" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1494 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max defeated the warrior on the ninetieth floor, the arena around him slowly dissolved into streams of light before reconstructing once again. The familiar sensation of the Combat Tower shifting its environment surrounded him, and in the next moment Max stepped onto the ninety first floor. + +The new battlefield formed beneath his feet as silent winds swept through the empty space, signaling the arrival of the next challenge. + +Outside the tower, the atmosphere among the spectators had grown tense and focused. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the projections that displayed Max’s figure within the Combat Tower. + +The elders and the seven family heads in particular watched with unwavering attention. None of them wanted to miss even the slightest detail of what would happen next. + +The ninety first floor carried a special meaning for the Black Dragon Clan. + +It represented the highest floor that any disciple of their clan had ever managed to reach since the creation of the Combat Legion Tower. Over countless years, many talented disciples had attempted to push beyond their limits within the tower. Some of them had managed to step onto the ninety first floor, proving their extraordinary potential and combat ability.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +However, none of them had succeeded in defeating the warrior guarding this level. Because of that, the ninety first floor remained the ultimate boundary that the disciples of the Black Dragon Clan had been able to touch but never conquer. + +"You said this floor was the highest floor your clan has ever reached, right?" Joe said as he looked toward the seven family heads. His voice carried a tone of calm certainty. "Well, congratulations. That record is about to be broken. From what I can see through Max’s strength, he will not stop until he reaches the ninety eighth floor. That is the only hurdle I can think of which Max might not be able to cross." + +Hearing those words, the seven family heads exchanged glances filled with excitement. Although they had been confident in Max from the very beginning, witnessing his overwhelming performance inside the tower still exceeded their expectations. + +Watching him ascend floor after floor with unstoppable momentum stirred a powerful sense of anticipation within them. They had expected him to reach great heights, yet seeing him stand on the ninety first floor in reality still brought a surge of surprise along with their growing excitement. + +The Combat Legion Tower had been specially designed to test disciples who were within the Rebirth Realm. Its trials were perfectly balanced to challenge warriors at that stage of cultivation, which meant the difficulty rose sharply at the higher floors. + +Because of this, no disciple from the Black Dragon Clan had ever managed to move beyond the ninety first floor. The warriors guarding those levels represented a barrier that none of their talents had been able to overcome. + +Now, however, Max stood on the threshold of that very barrier. + +The possibility that he might break through a record that had stood unchallenged for generations caused the tension among the elders and family heads to rise. Their gazes remained fixed on the projection as they waited for the next warrior of the Combat Tower to appear before him. + +Soon the warrior guarding the ninety first floor revealed herself. + +A soft glow gathered at the center of the arena and a figure slowly formed within the light. When the radiance faded, a woman stood before Max. She appeared to be a mature woman with long flowing red hair that reached down her back. Her face was strikingly beautiful and carried a calm confidence that seemed almost regal. Her posture was relaxed as she looked at Max with curious eyes. + +"Hmm, look at you little kid making this far into the Combat Tower with your little strength," the woman said softly. Her voice carried a faint hint of surprise as she observed him. + +"Let’s fight," Max replied without hesitation as he gripped his sword firmly. + +"Hoho, what is the hurry?" the woman laughed lightly. Her tone carried a playful charm as she spoke. "As far as I recall, nobody from this Black Dragon Clan has ever defeated me. Since that is the case, why do we not take our time to know each other first? Perhaps if you impress me here, the real me might even come to recruit you." + +Max raised one of his brows slightly when he heard those words. He had not expected the warrior before him to speak with such awareness about the outside world. The earlier warriors he had fought carried fragments of consciousness, yet none of them displayed this level of personality or freedom in thought. + +’It seems the last ten floors are fundamentally different from the rest,’ Max thought quietly as he examined the woman before him. The behavior of the warrior standing here confirmed his suspicion. The warriors guarding the final floors appeared to retain far greater independence compared to the fragments that appeared on the lower levels. + +Outside the tower, Victor Veron’s expression turned solemn the moment the woman appeared on the projection. + +"Here she is," Victor said slowly while staring at the screen. "She calls herself Empress Luna. I do not know if such an empress truly exists in the Divine Realm, but since this is a soul fragment there should be a real person behind it. This Empress Luna has long been an obstacle for our clan. Every time she appears she only releases three arrows, yet no one has ever survived beyond the second arrow." + +Joe listened while watching the projection and then smiled faintly. + +"In my Violet Star Palace, our disciples have also suffered against her, but there were still quite a few who managed to defeat her after surviving the third arrow," Joe said with clear pride in his tone. "The masters of the last ten floors are all legendary figures scattered across the vast Divine Realm. Each one represents a terrifying expert from some powerful background. Especially the final three floors, those warriors are truly monstrous." + +His gaze returned to the screen as he continued speaking. + +"I think this Empress Luna should be some high level figure from a second rate force, or perhaps even from a first rate one." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1495.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1495.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..160ae70 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1495.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1488: Full Potential of Seven Colored Lightning!" +slug: "ch-1495" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1495 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You should know fighting me is useless," the woman said with a confident smile as she looked at Max. Her voice carried a calm certainty as though she had already seen the outcome of the battle. "You cannot defeat me. None of the disciples of this weak clan could defeat me." + +She tilted her head slightly as she continued speaking with a relaxed tone. + +"In that case, we might as well have a healthy talk. If you manage to impress me, my original body might even come to recruit you." + +"Enough nonsense!" Max muttered. + +The moment his words fell, his entire body erupted with lightning. + +Brilliant streams of energy burst forth from his figure and surrounded him in violent arcs. The lightning did not appear as ordinary electricity. Seven different colors flashed and twisted around his body as though they were living forces of destruction. Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red colored lightning surged through the air, each one radiating a terrifying aura that carried the will of divine punishment itself. + +This was the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment. + +It was also the first time Max used the seven colored lightning of divine punishment as the foundation for Storm King’s Divine Punishment. + +In theory, the Storm King’s inheritance had always been the weakest lightning inheritance within the chamber of inheritances in the Dimension of Lightning. Max had obtained it from the nearest island available to him at that time, and because of that its power and depth were far inferior compared to the more ancient inheritances hidden deeper within the dimension. + +The weakness of the inheritance also meant that it carried many limitations. One of the most obvious restrictions was the fact that the Storm King’s inheritance could only operate using red lightning as its base power. Every technique within the inheritance was designed around that single type of lightning, making it extremely difficult to evolve beyond its original framework. + +However, Max had never been satisfied with that limitation. + +For thousands of years within his Dimension of Time, he had continued experimenting with ways to change the very foundation of the Storm King’s inheritance. He wanted to replace the red lightning that served as its base with something far more powerful. He wanted the inheritance to operate using the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment. + +Yet no matter how many attempts he made, the structure of the inheritance resisted his efforts. The techniques refused to stabilize when infused with other lightning types, causing the entire method to collapse whenever he tried to alter it. + +Everything changed when he obtained one of the most powerful lightning inheritances within the chamber of inheritances in the Dimension of Lightning. + +The Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art. + +The profound truths contained within that inheritance were vast and unfathomable. Its teachings revealed deeper laws about the nature of lightning itself and the ways different lightning energies could be refined and reshaped. Through years of careful study and relentless practice, Max gradually began to understand those profound principles. + +Step by step, the insights from the Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art allowed him to break the restrictions that bound the Storm King’s inheritance. + +Through those insights he slowly transformed the foundation of the Storm King’s techniques. + +The original red lightning that once served as the core of the inheritance had now been replaced. + +In its place surged the far more terrifying Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment. + +As the seven colored lightnings of divine punishment surged through his body, Max felt an unfamiliar sensation spread across his entire being. The lightning did not simply surround him or explode outward like it had during his previous battles. Instead it flowed directly through every part of his body, merging with his muscles, bones, and meridians. + +Each strand of lightning pulsed like a living current that strengthened him from within. The energy coursed through his veins with terrifying vitality and the moment it settled into place Max felt as though his entire body had been awakened.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +The sensation was completely different from how he had previously used the seven colored lightning. In all of his earlier battles he had treated the lightning as a purely external force. He would summon it outside his body and release it as destructive attacks that blasted his enemies apart with overwhelming power. + +However he had never once used the seven colored lightning to enhance his own body in the same way he was doing now through the Storm King’s inheritance. This method allowed the lightning to become the foundation of his speed and strength rather than merely a weapon he controlled from the outside. + +"This is cool," Max muttered quietly. + +The next moment his figure blurred. + +Seven colored lightning exploded outward and his body turned into a flash of radiant energy. The brilliant arcs of lightning wrapped around his form as he surged forward with his sword raised high. + +The speed he displayed at that moment surpassed every movement he had shown before. The Storm King’s inheritance fueled by the seven lightnings of divine punishment transformed him into a streak of destructive brilliance as he appeared before the woman and slashed his sword down toward her. + +Max’s speed under the influence of the seven colored lightning had reached its peak. + +Yet the woman moved even faster. + +A long elegant bow suddenly appeared in her hand. Her expression remained calm as she lifted the weapon and intercepted Max’s incoming sword strike with its sturdy frame. + +CLANG! + +The sharp sound of metal colliding against metal echoed across the entire arena. Sparks burst from the point of impact as Max’s sword clashed against the bow with tremendous force. + +The collision unleashed a powerful shockwave that swept across the battlefield. The ground beneath their feet cracked as the violent energy pushed both of them backward. Their feet slid across the stone surface as they stabilized themselves against the powerful recoil. + +"You are very strong," the woman said as she steadied her stance. Her eyes remained fixed on Max with clear surprise written across her face. She had not expected the young man before her to possess such explosive strength. + +Her gaze lingered on the lightning dancing around his body. The seven colored arcs flickered and twisted like living serpents as they continued to surge around him. For the first time since the battle began, she felt a faint sense of threat from the power he displayed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1496.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1496.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f528ca2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1496.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1489: Three Arrows!" +slug: "ch-1496" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1496 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1093 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"That lightning..." the woman muttered softly as her eyes remained fixed on the seven colored arcs dancing around Max’s body. Her expression slowly turned solemn as she observed the terrifying aura contained within those flashes of divine punishment. + +"Use your full strength otherwise you will not survive against me," Max said calmly. + +The woman raised one of her brows in visible surprise when she heard those words. For a brief moment she simply looked at him with quiet curiosity before speaking again. + +"It has been quite some time since I have seen someone asking me to use my full strength," she said slowly. "You are quite arrogant." + +Max responded with a light smile as he gently shook his head. + +"If I had wanted, I could have defeated you in a single move," he said in a relaxed tone. "That is not my plan though. I am testing some of my new techniques and moves here in this Combat Tower. Otherwise all of you are only one move away from death against me." + +For a moment the woman stared at him silently as if trying to understand whether he was serious. + +Then she suddenly burst into loud laughter. + +"Hahahahaha!" + +Her laughter echoed throughout the arena as she looked deeply at Max with eyes filled with amusement. + +"You are very amusing," she said once she calmed down slightly. "At first I thought you were arrogant, but now I take those words back. You are simply a crazy person." + +As she spoke, a graceful movement brought her bow forward. She raised the weapon and pointed it directly at Max. The air around the bowstring seemed to grow tense as though an invisible arrow was already forming. + +"Three arrows," she said with quiet confidence. "Three arrows are all I need to kill you." + +Max’s smile remained unchanged. + +"Then let me face your three arrows," he replied calmly. + +"Very well," the woman said with a faint smile. "But before we begin, let us introduce ourselves. I am called Empress Luna. What is your name, kid?" + +"Max Morgan," Max answered without hesitation. + +"Max, is it?" Empress Luna repeated softly while studying him for a moment. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she continued speaking. + +"Just so you know, in this clan nobody has ever survived the second arrow of mine. I hope you are an exception considering how crazy and arrogant you are." + +"Just attack me already. I am getting bored," Max said with a relaxed smile. + +"Good," Empress Luna said softly. + +With that single word, she lifted her bow and slowly drew the string back. + +The moment her fingers tightened around the invisible arrow, the entire arena seemed to fall silent. A faint humming sound began to echo through the battlefield as energy gathered at the tip of the bow. + +The air trembled slightly and a glowing arrow gradually formed out of pure condensed power. The arrow carried a terrifying aura that caused the surrounding space to ripple with tension. + +Even before it was released, the power contained within the arrow could already be felt spreading across the arena. + +Without any further warning, Empress Luna released the string. + +The first arrow shot forward like a streak of light. + +The speed of the attack was astonishing. The arrow tore through the air with violent force and left behind a distorted trail as it rushed toward Max. The pressure carried within it was enough to crush an ordinary Rebirth Realm cultivator instantly. + +The moment it moved, the entire battlefield echoed with the sound of the arrow slicing through space. + +Yet Max remained perfectly calm. + +He did not move his feet and he did not summon any grand technique. + +Instead he simply raised his sword. + +At that moment the fifth level concept of severing sword erupted from his blade. An invisible yet terrifying sharpness spread outward as though the very air around the sword had turned into a cutting edge. + +When the arrow reached him, Max swung his sword in a simple motion. + +The blade flashed once. + +The next instant the arrow split cleanly into two pieces. + +The severed halves flew past him before disintegrating into fading fragments of energy. The terrifying attack that carried overwhelming force had been cut apart as though it were nothing more than a fragile thread. + +Empress Luna’s eyes narrowed slightly. + +She did not appear surprised, but the calm confidence in her gaze deepened as she slowly pulled the bowstring once more. + +This time the energy gathering around the bow became far more intense. + +The second arrow formed with blazing brilliance. The aura surrounding it was several times stronger than the previous one. Waves of oppressive power rippled outward from its surface and the ground beneath Empress Luna’s feet trembled slightly from the pressure it emitted. + +Without hesitation she released the string again. + +The second arrow burst forward. + +Its speed surpassed the first arrow completely and the power contained within it was terrifying. The arrow moved like a streak of destruction, compressing the air in front of it as it rushed toward Max with unstoppable momentum. + +However Max still showed no sign of concern. + +The power of the fifth level concept of severing sword gathered around his blade once more. His eyes remained calm as he observed the incoming attack. + +When the arrow arrived before him, Max stepped forward slightly and swung his sword again. + +A flash of sharp brilliance cut through the air. + +Just like the first arrow, the second arrow was split perfectly in half. + +The two severed fragments spun away from each other before dissolving into scattered energy that faded into nothingness. + +The arena fell silent for a brief moment. + +"Good. Time to face my third arrow." Then Empress Luna smiled faintly. + +She slowly drew the bowstring for the third time. + +The energy gathering around the bow began to surge violently. This time the power condensed into the arrow far exceeded the previous two. The surrounding space trembled continuously as though struggling to withstand the immense force being concentrated at the tip of the bow. + +The third arrow appeared. + +The moment it formed, the entire battlefield seemed to darken slightly under the overwhelming pressure it radiated. The arrow contained a terrifying destructive aura that was far stronger than the first two arrows combined. + +When Empress Luna released the string, the arrow shot forward with devastating force. + +The attack tore through the arena like a comet of destruction. Waves of energy spread outward from its path as the arrow rushed toward Max with a power capable of obliterating everything in its way. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1497.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1497.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bae08ed --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1497.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1490: Defeating Empress Luna!" +slug: "ch-1497" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1497 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1061 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s expression remained calm. + +This time he raised his sword slightly higher. + +The profound aura of the fifth level concept of severing sword surged through his blade as he used his sword art Void Severing Star Scripture. + +A faint brilliance gathered along the edge of his sword. + +This was the first move of the technique. + +Star Severing Sword. + +Max stepped forward and slashed his sword downward. + +The sword light burst forth like a falling star tearing through the void itself. The terrifying sharpness of the attack collided directly with the incoming arrow. + +For a single moment the two forces clashed violently in the center of the arena. + +Then the sword light tore through the arrow completely. + +The powerful third arrow shattered instantly under the overwhelming cutting force. Its energy exploded outward before fading into scattered fragments of light that vanished into the air. + +The battlefield returned to silence as the remnants of the attack disappeared. + +Empress Luna stood motionless in the arena. Her beautiful face had lost the calm confidence she carried earlier and her eyes were widened in complete disbelief. For a brief moment she did not speak. + +The fragments of the shattered arrow were still fading in the air around them while the silence of the battlefield pressed heavily upon her. + +She had been defeated before. + +Across the vast Divine Realm there existed two more Combat Towers similar to the one within the Black Dragon Clan. Her soul fragment had faced countless challengers in those towers and many powerful disciples had managed to defeat her over the years. + +However none of those victories had come in the way this one had unfolded. In every previous battle her opponents had struggled desperately against her three arrows. Even those who survived had barely managed to endure the final arrow with injuries and exhaustion. + +Yet the young man standing before her had cut through all three arrows as though they were meaningless. + +Not only had he survived them, he had destroyed them decisively and effortlessly. + +Tap. Tap. Tap. + +The sound of footsteps echoed across the arena as Max began walking toward her. His movements were calm and steady while the faint arcs of seven colored lightning still flickered around his body. Each step brought him closer until he finally stopped directly in front of her. + +"I told you before," Max said with a faint smile. "You are someone I can kill with a single strike." + +Before Empress Luna could respond, Max’s sword flashed. + +The movement was swift and precise. A streak of light passed through the air and the next moment her head separated from her body. Her neck had been cleanly severed and the expression of shock remained frozen on her face as her head fell to the ground. + +For a moment the arena remained silent. + +Then her body slowly began to dissolve. Her figure broke apart into countless motes of red light that drifted gently through the air before fading away completely. + +With her disappearance, the ninety first floor of the Combat Tower had been cleared. + +---- + +Far away from the Verdant Sky Star Realm, across an immeasurable distance of stars and cosmic void, there existed a massive planet whose size dwarfed ordinary celestial bodies. The surface of this planet was filled with vast continents, endless oceans, and towering mountain ranges that stretched into the clouds. + +At the heart of one of its most magnificent regions stood a palace that radiated authority and power. + +The palace looked like a true royal residence. Its architecture was grand and majestic, with towering pillars carved from luminous stone and vast halls that glowed with faint golden light. Countless intricate symbols were etched across the walls, each one containing profound laws of power that quietly resonated through the entire structure. + +The surrounding grounds were covered in gardens filled with rare spiritual plants while streams of pure energy flowed like rivers around the palace. + +Inside one of the quiet chambers within this palace sat a woman. + +She floated cross legged just one inch above the floor as she meditated in complete silence. Her long red hair flowed gently behind her while a calm aura surrounded her body. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady as she remained immersed in deep cultivation. + +After some time passed, her eyelids slowly lifted. + +The moment her eyes opened, a sharp and penetrating light flashed through them. The calm energy surrounding her body stirred slightly as a faint ripple of power spread across the chamber. + +"Finally someone from that third rate clan managed to defeat my soul fragment," she muttered quietly. Her voice carried both surprise and curiosity. "But he was far too strong for such a clan. His presence reminded me of the geniuses from those powerful forces." + +Her expression turned thoughtful as she tried to recall the details of the battle she had just sensed through the connection with her fragment. + +"What was his name again?" she murmured to herself. "Max Morgan." + +The moment she spoke that name, her eyes suddenly narrowed. + +A dangerous thought began to form in her mind. + +"Wait a minute," she whispered as realization slowly dawned on her. "Could this be the same Max who has recently become famous all over the Divine Realm for being recognized by the sword of the Sword Sovereign?" + +The more she thought about it, the more the pieces began to fall into place. + +The arrogant confidence he displayed during the battle, the strange calmness in the way he spoke, and the absolute ease with which he defeated her soul fragment all pointed toward the same conclusion. His strength had been terrifying even though he had not shown everything he possessed. The final sword strike that ended the battle had been clean and effortless. + +Only someone who had been acknowledged by the sword of the Sword Sovereign could possess such terrifying talent. + +"No wonder he said killing me would be as easy as moving his sword once," the woman said softly as she let out a quiet sigh of realization. + +For a moment she remained silent as her gaze drifted toward the distant sky outside the palace. + +"With so many geniuses like Max appearing all over the Divine Realm, this time’s Cosmic Ascension Conference might become one of the greatest in history," she said slowly. "No wonder the Primordials have decided to host the conference this time." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1498.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1498.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4d29499 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1498.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1491: Rushing through the 90s Floors!" +slug: "ch-1498" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1498 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1275 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Back on the planet Cyrus, the atmosphere outside the Combat Legion Tower erupted into excitement the moment Empress Luna disappeared from the projection. The elders and the seven family heads who had been watching the battle with tense expressions suddenly stood up almost at the same time. + +Their eyes were filled with disbelief and exhilaration as they looked at the image of Max standing calmly within the arena. + +For centuries the Combat Legion Tower had remained one of the most important treasures in the possession of the Black Dragon Clan. Generations of disciples had entered the tower to test their strength and prove their potential. + +However the ninety first floor had always remained an unbreakable wall for the clan. No matter how talented the disciples were, none of them had ever succeeded in defeating the warrior guarding that level. + +Because of this, the ninety first floor had slowly become a symbolic obstacle that lingered in the minds of the elders and family heads. It represented a limit that the clan had never managed to overcome. + +Yet now that limit had finally been shattered. + +Max had defeated the warrior guarding the ninety first floor and had successfully stepped onto the ninety second floor. For the first time in the long history of the Black Dragon Clan, one of their disciples had broken through that barrier. + +Mathew Grimes clenched his fists tightly as excitement surged through his chest. His eyes shone brightly while he stared at the projection displaying Max’s figure. + +Ever since Max had joined the clan, one unbelievable event after another had taken place. At first many had doubted him. Some had even believed that placing such expectations on a single disciple was unrealistic. Yet Max had continued to prove them wrong at every turn. + +Mathew remembered clearly the day when the Violet Star Palace had agreed to hold an exchange meeting with their clan. The Violet Star Palace was one of the strongest third rate forces in the Divine Realm, while the Black Dragon Clan had long been considered one of the weakest among the third rate forces. Such an opportunity would normally never have appeared for them. + +Yet it had happened. + +And the reason behind it was simple. + +They had placed their bet on Max. + +Mathew’s gaze remained fixed on the young man standing within the tower as a realization slowly formed in his mind. + +’This Max might be even more important than the Saintess of our clan.’ + +The thought was bold, yet the more he considered it the more certain he felt. Max’s talent, his terrifying combat ability, and the influence he had already brought to the clan were things that could not be ignored. + +Mathew glanced toward the other family heads and immediately understood that they had reached the same conclusion. The serious expressions on their faces revealed that they too recognized the significance of what Max represented for the future of the clan. + +Not far from them, Isabella and Zain stood silently while watching the projection. + +Both of them had clenched their fists so tightly that thin lines of blood had begun to seep through their palms. Their expressions were tense, but the emotions behind them were complicated. + +It was not that they could not accept Max crossing the ninety first floor. + +What troubled them was something deeper. + +They realized that the gap between them and Max was widening far beyond what they had imagined. The path he was walking had already reached a height they could barely see. + +Isabella was the soon to be Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan. Her Imperial Bloodline was the strongest bloodline in the Black Dragon Clan, granting her a level of talent that placed her above most disciples within the clan. + +Zain was no ordinary genius either. His divine physique known as the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body allowed him to harmonize perfectly with the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. Among all the disciples of the clan, his compatibility with that bloodline was considered the most perfect. + +Yet despite their extraordinary talents, both of them felt a quiet realization settling in their hearts. + +They might never surpass Max. + +They might not even be able to stand beside him as equals. + +"Haha, I knew it," Joe said as he laughed while watching the projection. The ease with which Max had defeated Empress Luna had clearly pleased him. "Let us see how he performs against the rest of the floors." + +When Joe spoke those words, the seven family heads slowly shifted their attention back toward the projections once again. Their earlier celebration faded into focused anticipation as they waited to see what Max would accomplish next within the tower. + +And Max also did not waste a single moment after clearing the ninety first floor. + +The moment the warrior guarding the ninety second floor materialized before him, the battle began without any exchange of words. + +The new opponent carried an aura that was slightly stronger than Empress Luna’s fragment. His presence filled the arena with heavy pressure and his weapon glowed with dense power that revealed the depth of his cultivation. + +Since the ninety second floor stood above the ninety first floor, the warrior here was naturally stronger than Empress Luna. His attacks were fierce and his control over his techniques was precise. Each strike carried tremendous force that shook the battlefield and caused waves of energy to spread through the arena. + +However the difference in strength between him and Empress Luna was not enough to trouble Max. + +Max fought calmly and decisively. The power he had displayed against Empress Luna continued to shine through the battle. Within a short time he overwhelmed the warrior with superior speed and control. The opponent’s attacks failed to push him back and the battle ended swiftly as Max defeated the warrior without much difficulty. + +With the ninety second floor cleared, Max stepped forward and entered the ninety third floor. + +The warrior guarding the ninety third floor appeared soon after. His aura was powerful and his presence carried the authority of a veteran warrior who had experienced countless battles. His techniques were fierce and destructive as he attacked Max with full strength. + +Yet the result remained the same. + +Max faced the warrior calmly and defeated him without much struggle. + +The battle on the ninety fourth floor unfolded in a similar manner. The opponent possessed terrifying strength and unleashed powerful techniques the moment he appeared. However Max dismantled his attacks one by one before defeating him decisively. + +The ninety fifth floor followed. + +The ninety sixth floor followed. + +Then came the ninety seventh floor. + +On each of these floors the warriors who appeared were stronger than the ones before them. Their techniques were more profound and their combat instincts sharper. The pressure inside the tower grew heavier with each level. + +However none of them managed to slow Max down. + +He continued advancing through the floors with unwavering confidence. Each battle ended faster than the previous one and his path through the tower remained unstoppable. + +It was only when Max reached the ninety eighth floor that the atmosphere changed. + +Outside the tower, the spectators who had been watching his relentless ascent finally took a deep breath. + +For the first time since he had begun clearing the floors in the nineties, the tower did not immediately produce the next opponent. + +The Combat Legion Tower seemed to pause as energy gathered slowly within the arena. The process of materializing the warrior guarding the ninety eighth floor took noticeably longer than it had for the previous 90 floors. + +Everyone watching the projection understood what that meant. + +The opponent on the ninety eighth floor was going to be different. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1499.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1499.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..af1201a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1499.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1492: An Elven Woman!" +slug: "ch-1499" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1499 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1308 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"98th floor..." Mathew Grimes muttered quietly as he stared at the projection. His gaze slowly shifted toward Joe as he recalled the words Joe had spoken earlier about the disciples of Violet Star Palace reaching this very level but failing to go any further. + +The meaning behind that statement weighed heavily in his mind. + +Violet Star Palace was not an ordinary force within the Divine Realm. It stood among the strongest third rate forces and possessed countless talented disciples who had grown under the guidance of powerful elders. + +If even the geniuses nurtured by such a force had been unable to defeat the opponent guarding the ninety eighth floor, then the difficulty of this level was far beyond what they had previously imagined. + +"So he arrived at the ninety eighth floor," Joe said with a calm smile while nodding slightly as he watched the projection. + +"As I mentioned earlier, this is the floor that none of the disciples of my Violet Star Palace have ever managed to pass." + +His voice carried a mixture of pride and seriousness. The pride came from the fact that his sect had disciples strong enough to reach such a terrifying level, while the seriousness came from knowing exactly how formidable the opponent on that floor truly was. + +"What kind of opponent appears on the ninety eighth floor?" Victor Veron asked at that moment. His eyes were filled with curiosity as he continued watching the projection. + +He could not help but wonder what sort of warrior could stop even the strongest geniuses of a powerful third rate force. + +Joe remained silent for a moment as if recalling something from the past. + +Then his expression turned solemn. + +"If I remember correctly, the opponent is an elven woman," he said slowly. "From what we observed during previous attempts, her strength is extremely terrifying. She is far stronger than the warrior guarding the ninety seventh floor. If my guess is correct, she is likely an important figure within the elf race in the Divine Realm." + +"An elven woman?" The seven family heads reacted with visible shock. + +They had not expected to hear such an answer. + +The Combat Legion Tower had always been regarded as a treasure belonging to the Black Dragon Clan. Because of that, they naturally assumed that the warriors appearing within the tower would mostly be humans from the Divine Realm. The thought that an opponent from another race could appear within the tower was something they had never seriously considered before. + +Even though the relationship between the Human Race and the Elf Race was not as hostile as the relationship between the Human Race and the Demon Race, there was still a deep sense of mistrust between the two sides. Throughout history there had been numerous conflicts between the two races, and neither side had ever truly lowered their guard against the other. + +Because of this, the family heads found it difficult to understand how an elven woman could have entered the Combat Legion Tower and left behind a soul fragment within it. + +Joe noticed their confusion and smiled slightly before explaining further. + +"You must remember that this Combat Legion Tower is connected to two other towers," he said calmly. "In total there are three such towers scattered across the Divine Realm." + +"Originally my Violet Star Palace discovered two of these towers. However one of them was later given to your ancestors due to a wager made between our predecessors." + +He paused briefly before continuing. + +"That means there is still another Combat Legion Tower somewhere within the vast Divine Realm. It is possible that this elven woman entered the tower through that third tower and left behind her soul fragment there. And since all three of the combat towers are connected she became the guardian of all three combat tower’s 98th floor." + +The seven family heads listened carefully to Joe’s explanation and slowly nodded in understanding. The idea that the elven woman might have entered the Combat Legion Tower through the mysterious third tower made sense to them. + +After all, the existence of three connected towers meant that warriors from different regions of the Divine Realm could potentially enter the same trial and leave behind their soul fragments. + +The third Combat Legion Tower, however, remained a complete mystery. Even after all these centuries no one had discovered its location. Because of that uncertainty, the possibility that the elven woman had come from that hidden tower seemed quite reasonable. + +If someone from the elf race had found the third tower and entered it, then leaving behind a soul fragment within the system of the towers would not be impossible. + +"What about the last two opponents at the ninety ninth floor and the one hundredth floor?" Mathew Grimes asked at that moment. His gaze remained fixed on Joe while he spoke. + +The question immediately drew the attention of the other family heads and elders as well. Their curiosity was natural. If the ninety eighth floor already contained a warrior powerful enough to stop even the geniuses of Violet Star Palace, then the guardians of the final two floors must be far more terrifying. + +Joe responded with a helpless smile as he lifted his hands slightly. + +"That I have no idea," he admitted openly. "Nobody has ever entered the ninety ninth floor or the one hundredth floor. Because of that there is simply no information about what kind of opponent or guardian might be waiting there." + +His expression grew more thoughtful as he continued speaking. + +"But if I were to make a guess, they would certainly be far stronger than the elven woman guarding the ninety eighth floor." + +Just at that moment the energy gathering within the arena of the ninety eighth floor finally stabilized. For several breaths the entire battlefield had remained quiet as the Combat Legion Tower slowly condensed the figure of the next guardian. + +Unlike the earlier floors where the warriors appeared quickly, the formation of this opponent took noticeably longer as though the tower itself needed additional time to shape the fragment. + +At last the swirling light faded. + +A figure stood at the center of the arena. + +It was an elven woman exactly as Joe had described. Her appearance carried the elegant beauty that the elf race was known for across the Divine Realm. Long golden hair flowed behind her back like a waterfall of moonlight while her slender figure stood tall and graceful. + +Her pointed ears were visible through the strands of her hair and her face possessed a calm yet dignified charm that seemed almost otherworldly. + +She wore light armor crafted from materials that shimmered faintly with spiritual energy. The armor did not appear heavy, yet it radiated a refined power that revealed its extraordinary nature. + +In her hand she held a long bow that looked ancient and majestic. The bow’s surface was engraved with intricate runic patterns that glowed softly as though containing profound laws of nature. + +The moment her presence fully stabilized within the arena, a powerful aura spread outward from her body. + +The pressure was far greater than anything Max had faced on the previous floors. It was not merely the aura of a peak Rebirth Realm warrior. The power surrounding her carried a depth that felt ancient and boundless, as though the fragment represented someone who stood at the pinnacle of their race. + +Outside the tower, the elders and family heads immediately recognized the difference. + +"This must be her," a family head whispered quietly while staring at the projection. + +Inside the tower, Max had been standing calmly while waiting for the opponent to appear. + +However the moment he saw the woman’s figure clearly, his body suddenly froze. + +His eyes widened slightly as shock appeared across his face. For the first time since entering the Combat Legion Tower, the calm composure he had maintained throughout every battle disappeared. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-15.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-15.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f0be8c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-15.md @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 15: Goblin Swordmaster" +slug: "ch-15" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 15 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1211 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After absorbing the last level 4 core, the notification for the level up finally came. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 3 of Novice Rank.] + +Max sighed in relief as the notification appeared before his eyes. He had started to doubt whether he would level up at all after absorbing three level 4 cores with no result whatsoever. + +'Good, I feel a lot stronger than before,' he mused and checked his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +–Rank: [Novice] + +–Level: 3 + +–Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +–Physique: 5.5 + +–Soul: 6.6 + +–Energy: 8 + +–Skills: + +—»Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +—»Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-13), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-20), Swift Dash (Lvl-1)] + +--- + +'According to this, every increase in level raises my Physique stat by 0.5, Soul stat by 0.2, and Energy stat by 1.' Max contemplated as he examined his stats. + +Previously, he felt his stats were increasing at a very low rate, but the boost in strength at each level was substantial. He could feel he had become a lot stronger than when he was at level 2. + +'I can at least fire around 200 magic bullets now,' Max thought before turning his attention to the use of these stats. + +'My Energy stat should be the amount of mana inside me...' he mused, though he still had no idea how to use his Soul and Physique stats effectively. + +They were just there on his status screen like useless numbers. + +'I'll have to figure out something after I finish with the dungeon,' he planned before turning to William, Zixi, and Henry, who were patiently waiting for him. + +"I'm done," he said, standing up. + +"All right, let's go kill this stupid boss of the dungeon. I'm so done with it," William said impatiently. + +"Hehe, about that," Max coughed and said. "How about you guys stay here while I take care of the boss all alone inside?" + +"What if it summons its minions?" Zixi asked, her tone a little suspicious. + +"Don't worry, I won't gamble my life for nothing," Max waved his hands dismissively and added, "You guys can come in once I'm done with the boss and collect the items it drops." + +"Fine then," Zixi contemplated for a moment and agreed. Even if they went inside, they were only tasked with handling the minions. If Max could take care of everything on his own, there was no real need for them to enter the boss room. + +They would only be obstacles for him, if anything. + +Max appreciated her cooperative nature. "Thanks for this. Wait for my return," he said to Zixi. + +He then touched the door in front of him and disappeared from their sight. + +--- + +Max appeared in a circular chamber of some sort. The terrain was uneven, with broken pillars, raised platforms, and deep pits scattered across the ground. + +"GHHH!" + +He spotted the boss monster of the dungeon. + +Looking ahead, he saw a goblin—not just any goblin, but one with a buffed-up body and muscular biceps. It was at least twice as tall as Max and carried a longsword on its shoulder. + +"GHHH!" + +Seeing Max appear in its lair, the goblin growled in rage. + +"It's a Goblin Swordmaster!" Max exclaimed in shock. Goblin Swordmasters were among the strongest bosses one could encounter in no-rank dungeons, with strength at the upper echelons, even at level 5. + +In short, this monster was one of the toughest bosses one could face in a no-rank dungeon. + +"Damn, what are the odds I'd encounter such a boss here?" He smiled, feeling the excitement course through his veins. + +Previously, he was disappointed with the level 4 goblins, but now all that disappointment was replaced by pure adrenaline and excitement. + +"I planned to finish the boss in one shot, but it seems I'll have to change my plan a little," Max muttered as he drew his sword, preparing for a hefty battle. + +It wasn't that he couldn't kill the Goblin Swordmaster in one shot—he could, easily. The power contained in combining all thirteen magic bullets into one would be enough to decimate this poor thing into oblivion. But that wasn't what he wanted. + +His goal in fighting the Goblin Swordmaster was to sharpen his mastery of the sword. The Goblin Swordmaster, as its name suggested, was a master swordsman, and fighting against it would surely enhance his own swordsmanship. + +Moreover, where else would Max find such a worthy opponent whose strength matched his? This was a perfect opportunity, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. + +"Come," Max beckoned with his hand. + +"GRRR!" The Goblin Swordmaster growled in anger after being provoked and stormed toward him. + +Max smiled as he dashed forward to meet it. + +Once they were face-to-face, the goblin slashed downward with all its strength. + +"Using full strength from the beginning, I see," Max muttered in excitement as the wind from the swing of the goblin's longsword reached him. + +"Then I'll use my full strength too," he smiled crazily, attacking with an upward slash, his sword rising to meet the goblin's longsword. + +CLANG! + +The resounding clash of metal against metal reverberated throughout the chamber, sending sparks flying in all directions. Both Max and the goblin were pushed back several steps. + +"It's strong!" Max muttered, feeling the slight pain in his hands as he gripped the sword. If not for his high mastery of the sword, he would've been completely overwhelmed. + +"Again!" He dashed forward, slashing his sword downward. + +The goblin didn't retreat, rushing forward with its own weapon to counter his attack. + +Clang! + +Their weapons collided sending them flying back but they weren't satisfied. + +They surged at each other again, their blades meeting in a storm of rapid, brutal exchanges. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! + +One clash led to another, the sharp, thunderous strikes echoing across the battlefield like a relentless drumbeat. + +One round... two rounds... five... ten... Their blades collided again and again, each strike faster, fiercer, and more calculated than the last. Sparks erupted with every blow, painting the air with fleeting bursts of light as the battle intensified. + +Max found himself lost in the fight, the rhythm of the clash drawing him deeper into its flow. His muscles burned, his breath came faster, but he grinned—a genuine, unrestrained grin. + +The goblin, snarling with equal determination, met him strike for strike, its ferocity unmatched yet strangely exhilarating. + +For a while, the only sounds filling the chamber were the sharp, relentless echoes of metal clashing against metal. Each strike rang out like a bell, reverberating through the air and bouncing off the cold, unyielding walls. The rhythmic collision created an almost haunting melody—a reflection of the ferocity of the battle unfolding. + +As their blades clashed once more, something began to stir in Max's mind. Amid the chaos of their duel, a pattern emerged. Each strike, each parry, each feint—there was a rhythm to it, a flow he hadn't noticed before. A deeper understanding of combat itself began to take root. + +The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. He wasn't just fighting anymore—he was learning, evolving with each exchange. His movements grew sharper, his strikes more precise. + +"GRR!" + +The goblin seemed to sense the change and roared, doubling its efforts. Max welcomed the challenge, his grin widening as their duel became even more intense. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-150.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-150.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e248481 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-150.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 150 - 10000th Sword" +slug: "ch-150" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 150 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1339 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"10,000th Sword?" Max muttered, feeling a bit perplexed. Though each of her swords was stronger than his swords infused with flames and 5% of Fusion State aura, he didn’t believe for a second that her ten thousandth sword could surpass his overall strength. + +Revenna smiled, clearly understanding that Max didn’t believe her last sword could kill him. "You see, the swords in the air before you aren’t from any skills nor something I created out of thin air. They are part of a technique." + +She added, smiling. "It’s called Ten Thousand Burials of Ice… a total of ten thousand ice swords, or should I say weapons." + +Max frowned, glancing at her. "But where is the 10,000th sword? You mentioned earlier that there are 9,999 swords in the air. So where’s the last one?" + +Revenna spread her hands wide. "All these 9,999 swords are my last 10,000th sword." + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he began to understand what she meant. + +Just then, the 9,999 ice swords above Max’s head began to shift and swirl like a storm of frost. One by one, they flew toward the center of the sky, merging seamlessly with each other. The sound of grinding ice echoed across the battlefield as the swords fused relentlessly, their icy glow intensifying with each union. + +Max’s eyes narrowed further as he watched the spectacle unfold, a cold sweat forming on his brow. The sheer magnitude of energy radiating from the merging swords sent a shiver down his spine. + +In moments, the countless blades became one—a massive sword the size of a skyscraper, its gleaming, crystalline surface glinting under the arena’s lights. Hovering ominously above Max, the colossal ice sword exuded an overwhelming presence, releasing a chilling intent that froze the very air around it. + +The frost began to creep across the stage, spreading in jagged lines until it reached nearly half of the stage once again. + +Revenna cast a glance at Max. "This is the last sword of the Ten Thousand Burials of Ice. For me, it’s called the Absolute Frostblade." She said calmly. + +She continued. "Now, I will ask you, Max, what can you do here?" + +Max frowned, his gaze turning upward to the massive blade of ice above him. He had various methods to handle the sword, but he understood that it would be pointless if he couldn’t take down Revenna. Otherwise, he feared she might pull off something even more shocking. + +"What have you decided?" Revenna asked curiously. + +Max smiled and shrugged. "You should know that my World Destruction Flame Lotus can easily take care of your massive sword." He said, his tone a bit suspicious. "But this makes me wonder: what’s your true intent behind using the massive sword, knowing it can’t kill me?" He glanced at her, his hand on his chin. "Is it for distraction? But from what? Buying time? But again, for what?" + +Revenna glanced at Max deeply but didn’t say anything else. At that moment, the massive sword descended upon him, its sharp, pointy edges coming straight for his head. + +Max sighed and held his right hand up. Using his Abyssal Coating, his entire arm up to his elbow turned pitch black. + +Next, he activated the power of his 15 Draconic Essences, feeling wild, raw power coursing through his body. Channeling all this power into his right fist, he clenched it hard and waited. Experience new stories on freewebnovel + +Just when the tip of the blade neared his head, Max punched out. + +Bang! + +Crack! + +His punch hit the massive sword in one explosive strike, causing cracks to appear across the sword’s surface. The cracks quickly spread until the entire sword was covered in fractures. + +Shatter! + +The massive sword shattered like a mirror, its fragments falling to the ground like shining rain. + +Max sighed, relieved that he had destroyed the massive sword. The entire time, his full attention had been on Revenna, expecting her to sneak attack him while he was facing the massive sword. But strangely, she didn’t do anything else, which made Max frown. + +Pointing his finger at her like a pistol, Max said calmly, "It’s time for you to die." + +Almost instantly, he combined all three skills of Magic Bullets into one single bullet. A small blue ball, the size of a finger, floated in front of Max’s index finger, radiating an otherworldly blue glow. + +The energy within the blue ball was so intense that it caused the wind to rage. The very air around him trembled as the small sphere pulsed with raw energy. + +The combined power of all three Magic Bullet skills, formed into one single bullet, was the same as his Blade of Annihilation—without being boosted by other auras. It was a deadly and fatal attack capable of destroying anything in its path. + +Aiming the bullet at Revenna, who was just calmly watching him, Max said, "It’s time for you to go." With those words, he launched the bullet. + +Swish! + +The bullet tore through the air like a laser, destroying the stage as it made its way toward Revenna. + +In no time, the bullet appeared before her, reaching just in front of her forehead. When it seemed the bullet would hit, something unimaginable happened. + +A layer of frost so cold it even froze the air released from her body. This frost not only froze the bullet midair but also froze its trail, completely encasing it in ice. + +Max was stunned by this, but before he could react, the frost reached him. Unlike before, when ice had only covered him externally, Max now felt his blood and organs starting to freeze. + +’Damn!’ He panicked slightly as he used flames with 10% Fusion State aura all over his body, but the flames had little to no effect. In no time, his entire body froze, his skin turned dark blue, and his heart froze. He became a statue of ice, standing there with a panicked expression on his face. + +Seeing that Max was completely frozen like an ice statue, Revenna slumped down to one knee, sweat dotting her face despite the coldness emanating from her. + +Everyone watching the battle was shocked. Just when it seemed Max would win the battle, the tide unexpectedly turned. But what shocked the geniuses even more was Revenna’s move, which had frozen both Max and his attack. + +"If I’m not wrong, she used Absolute Zero there," Crown Prince Aelric said, his face extreemly solemn. "Max would have easily won the battle with that attack, but her 3-second use of Absolute Zero changed everything. It not only froze his attack but also him, his blood, his heart, and even his mind. He is as good as dead now." + +"Absolute Zero?" Veylin’s frown deepened as the words left his lips. He had heard of this technique before, spoken of in hushed tones by his father during one of their rare serious discussions. It had been the reason his father, despite his power and influence, had avoided provoking the North Region as much as the other three. + +The reason was chillingly simple: the Witch of the North and her technique—Absolute Zero. + +It wasn’t just a powerful ability; it was a legend, whispered about in every corner of Valora Continent. Absolute Zero was said to freeze anything—whether it was an attack, an object, or even a living being. There were no exceptions, no escape. + +A technique classified at the Divine Rank, it was known to be one of humanity’s greatest feats. Yet, in the hands of the Witch of the North, it transformed into something far more terrifying—a weapon of absolute destruction. + +Veylin’s father had once said, "Absolute Zero is not a technique; it’s a declaration. When the Witch of the North chooses to use it, the battle is already over." + +It was said that the technique had no limits, capable of freezing not only what it touched but even abstract forces like energy, auras and even concepts. It was a weapon that defied reason, capable of turning the tide against any army, any foe, no matter how powerful. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1500.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1500.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3aed47 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1500.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1493: Caelira - Princess of Elven Race" +slug: "ch-1500" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1500 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max froze in shock because the face of the elven woman standing before him was someone he knew far too well. + +It was his mother. + +The moment his eyes settled on her features, a storm of emotions surged through his mind. The elegant face, the long flowing hair, the calm and noble bearing that surrounded her presence all matched the memories buried deep within his heart. + +There was no doubt about it. That face belonged to the woman who had given birth to him. Though she looked a lot younger than what he remembered, there was no doubt that the woman before him was his mother. + +Max could not be mistaken. + +"Mother?" Max muttered softly. His voice came out hoarse as the word escaped his lips. + +The elven woman looked at him with mild confusion when she heard him speak. + +"A human at the third level of the Rebirth Realm?" she said while tilting her head slightly as she studied him. "Either you are some supreme genius or you have discovered a loophole in the Combat Tower to reach this far." + +Her expression carried curiosity rather than recognition. + +The moment Max saw that unfamiliar gaze in her eyes, he understood the situation. + +His heart was still shaking with emotion, yet he forced himself to calm down. The powerful feelings that had erupted within him were slowly suppressed as his mind began to analyze the situation carefully. + +"Since mother is still in her elf form, this must be a time long before my birth or even Freya’s birth," Max thought as he steadied his breathing. "At that time she had not yet abandoned her elven bloodline." + +The realization slowly became clear in his mind. + +"That means she must have encountered a Combat Tower in the past and ascended through its floors just like everyone else. During that time she left behind a fragment of her soul within the tower. The person standing before me now is only that fragment." + +Once he understood this, the chaos inside his heart gradually settled. + +Max looked at her once again, and this time a warm smile appeared on his face. + +"Before we fight, let us introduce ourselves," Max said gently. "My name is Max." + +The elven woman watched him with a faint smile forming on her lips. + +"How curious you are, human," she said with a light laugh. + +"Well, my name is Caelira. This is merely a fragment of my soul, but my true identity is the princess of the Elven Race and the inheritor of the royal bloodline." + +She spoke those words with clear pride in her voice as though the title itself carried great significance. + +Max listened to her introduction while maintaining his calm expression. + +Inside his mind, however, another thought quietly surfaced. + +’She is just like Lenavira,’ Max thought with a faint smile in his heart. ’Proud of her royal bloodline and proud of her race.’ + +However Max knew that the pride shining in her eyes carried a tragic irony that she herself could not yet see. + +The race and the royal bloodline she spoke about with such confidence would one day become the very reason her peaceful family would be torn apart. The memory of those events surfaced in Max’s mind like a shadow that refused to fade. The quiet happiness that once existed within their family had been shattered because of the politics and pride of the elven race. + +Just thinking about it caused a cold anger to rise within him. + +Max suppressed the surge of rage that threatened to appear on his face. The bitterness he felt toward the elves was something that had been carved deeply into his heart through painful memories. + +Still, he did not allow those emotions to show. + +"Elven race? I have heard of the elven race, but honestly I have never seen one before," Max said while maintaining a warm smile on his face. + +"Haha, of course you have not seen them," his mother replied with a light laugh. Her tone carried a hint of amusement as she looked at him. "Our elven territory controls many star realms and we usually remain within those realms. We only move between the star realms under our command. It is very rare for us to travel beyond our territory to explore other star realms unless there is an important reason." + +She spoke casually as though explaining something ordinary. + +"Because of this, our race is rarely seen across the Divine Realm," she added. + +Then she suddenly paused as if realizing something. + +"Why am I even telling you all of this?" she said while shaking her head slightly. + +Her expression returned to seriousness as she looked directly at Max. + +"Let us fight, human kid." + +Max nodded calmly as he tightened his grip on his sword. + +Just as the battle was about to begin, a thought surfaced in his mind and he asked one more question. + +"Have you been defeated before?" + +His mother shook her head confidently. Pride appeared in her expression as she answered. + +"No. I have remained undefeated until now. Many humans have reached close to this floor, but none of them managed to defeat me. I am quite strong." + +"Hehe," Max let out a light grin as he listened to her words. "I am also quite strong. Let us see which one of us is stronger between the two of us." + +No sooner had Max finished speaking than the atmosphere within the arena shifted. + +In the next instant, a flash of golden light erupted around his mother’s figure. The radiance burst outward like a sudden flare of sunlight and her body vanished from the place where she had been standing. The movement was so swift that it was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. + +One moment she had been standing calmly in front of him. + +The very next moment she had already appeared beside him. + +Her figure materialized at his right side and the long bow in her hand moved like a blur as she swung it toward his head. The strike carried tremendous speed and precision, the arc of the weapon cutting through the air with deadly intent. + +Her movement could only be described as unbelievably fast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1501.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1501.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8a0d8f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1501.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1494: Sense of Incompleteness!" +slug: "ch-1501" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1501 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1211 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’She is fast,’ Max thought instantly as his expression turned solemn. + +The speed she displayed far surpassed the warriors he had fought earlier in the tower. The attack came so suddenly that even a moment of hesitation would have been enough for the blow to land. + +Without wasting even a fraction of a second, Max activated the Storm King’s inheritance once again. + +The seven lightnings of divine punishment erupted around his body as his figure became surrounded by arcs of radiant energy. Seven colored lightnings flashed violently through the air as the power surged through his body. + +Using that explosive speed, Max reacted in time. + +His body turned into a streak of seven colored lightning as he stepped backward rapidly. The movement carried him several steps away from his previous position, allowing the swing of the bow to pass just in front of his face. + +The bow sliced through empty air where his head had been a moment earlier. + +Seeing this, the elven woman’s expression changed. + +She stared at Max with visible shock. + +"I did not expect you to be this fast," she said as she steadied her stance after the missed strike. + +For the first time since she had begun fighting challengers within the tower, someone had reacted to her opening attack. + +Every opponent she had faced before had fallen into the same pattern. Her speed had always been too overwhelming for them. Most of them would already be injured by the time she launched her first strike, and once she moved into her third attack the battle would end with their deaths. + +That had been the same plan she intended to use against Max. + +Yet the young man standing before her had completely broken that expectation. + +Despite possessing only the cultivation of the third level of the Rebirth Realm, which made him appear weaker than any challenger she had previously encountered, he was the first person who had managed to dodge her initial strike. + +The realization left her staring at him with stunned disbelief. + +"Show me everything you have got," Max said with a calm smile. + +"As you say," his mother replied. + +The moment her voice fell, the aura surrounding her body changed completely. A surge of radiant golden light erupted outward as she activated her Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. The energy poured from within her like a rising tide, filling the arena with brilliant luminance. + +The golden radiance did not simply shine around her body. It condensed rapidly into tangible forms as profound power gathered in the space surrounding her. + +Swords began to appear. + +One after another, blades made entirely of golden light formed in the air around her. Each sword looked sharp and elegant, their surfaces glowing with a sacred brilliance that radiated authority. The weapons hovered silently, yet every one of them carried an overwhelming aura that hinted at terrifying destructive power. + +Within moments dozens of these golden swords surrounded her figure. + +They floated in a circular formation like a silent army awaiting command. The glow of the swords illuminated the battlefield, casting long streaks of light across the ground while the power of her bloodline continued to pulse through the air. + +Max watched the scene carefully. + +Then his expression shifted slightly as he felt a strange reaction within his body. + +’My own bloodline is reacting to her royal bloodline,’ Max realized with a faint frown. + +The moment the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline awakened before him, something deep within his body stirred. His blood pulsed with unusual intensity as if responding to the presence of her power. The sensation was familiar. + +He had felt something similar before. + +’This is the same feeling I experienced when I was near Lenavira,’ Max thought quietly. + +Memories surfaced in his mind as he tried to understand the reaction. + +’From what I know, Lenavira inherited my mother’s divine bloodline after she abandoned her own bloodline.’ + +His thoughts deepened as he continued to analyze the situation. + +’I awakened the same bloodline as my mother. However my mother once told me that my bloodline is an evolved version of hers. It is stronger and more complete.’ + +That fact had been the reason the elven race had targeted him. + +Because of the potential contained within his bloodline, the elves had attacked his family and forcibly extracted the bloodline from his body. + +The memory of that moment remained etched in his heart. + +Even though he had later managed to awaken his divine bloodline again through the Divine Fragments, something had always felt slightly incomplete within him. + +Max had always noticed that faint imperfection. + +His Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline had been fully awakened, yet somewhere deep inside he felt that the origin of the bloodline was not entirely whole. + +Now as he stood before his mother and sensed the power of her bloodline directly, that feeling became far stronger. + +’This sense of incompleteness becomes very clear when I sense my mother’s bloodline,’ Max thought. + +Even though his version of the bloodline was theoretically a stronger variant, the resonance between their powers revealed a hidden truth. + +Something that originally belonged to him was missing. + +’It seems the only way to truly complete my bloodline is to take back what once belonged to me,’ Max concluded quietly as the memories of the past resurfaced in his mind. + +’I need to retrieve the original source bloodline that was taken from my body.’ + +His gaze hardened slightly as he looked at the woman standing before him. + +’Only when that source bloodline returns to me will this feeling of incompleteness finally disappear.’ + +"Be prepared," she warned Max as her expression turned serious. + +The moment her voice fell, the dozens of golden swords hovering around her body began to move. + +A powerful hum filled the arena as the weapons responded to her will. The blades that had been floating silently in the air suddenly shifted their positions and pointed directly toward Max. Each sword shone with intense golden radiance as the energy within them surged violently. + +Then they descended.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +The swords shot downward one after another with incredible speed. Their movements were sharp and precise as though guided by an invisible hand. As the blades rushed forward, their glowing trails streaked through the air like falling comets. + +Within moments the entire sky above Max was filled with golden swords. + +The radiant weapons poured down toward him from every direction. Some descended from directly above while others curved through the air at angles that would cut off any possible escape. The battlefield seemed to be engulfed by a storm of golden light as the swords rained down with unstoppable force. + +Each blade carried immense power drawn from the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. The energy surrounding them radiated an oppressive aura that could easily pierce through the defenses of an ordinary cultivator. + +Moreover each of these golden sword constructs contained the 5th level concept of light making the attack even more lethal. + +The ground beneath Max trembled as the pressure of the descending swords filled the arena. The golden radiance illuminated everything around him, making it seem as though the entire sky had turned into a sea of divine weapons ready to strike. + +Standing at the center of that storm of swords, Max looked upward as the rain of golden blades rushed toward him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1502.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1502.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..627dfd8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1502.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1495: A Battle with Mother - 1" +slug: "ch-1502" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1502 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seeing the golden swords raining down toward him, Max’s Dimensional Sovereign Body locked in completely. + +The moment the storm of radiant blades began to descend, his perception sharpened to an extraordinary degree. Every fluctuation of energy in the air, every shift in the trajectory of the swords, and every ripple of pressure spreading through the arena became perfectly clear in his senses. + +The world around him seemed to slow as his mind analyzed the countless weapons rushing toward him. + +For a brief moment, the sight of the golden swords filling the sky reminded him of one of his own abilities. + +There had once been a skill that allowed him to summon hundreds of glowing blue swords that could rain down upon his enemies with destructive force. At its peak that skill had been considered a legendary rank skill at level one hundred within the mortal realm. It had been a powerful ability capable of dominating battles among mortal cultivators. + +Yet here in the Divine Realm that technique had become meaningless. + +The skills he had obtained in the mortal realm had been forged under completely different laws of power. No matter how impressive those abilities had once been, they were now insignificant when compared to the terrifying strength that existed within the Divine Realm. The gap between the two realms was simply too vast. + +A skill that once stood at the pinnacle of mortal cultivation could not even be considered relevant here. + +However Max did not feel any regret about that. + +He possessed far greater abilities now. + +Black flames suddenly erupted around him. + +The dark fire burst outward from the center of his body like a rising tide of destruction. The flames surged violently into the air and spread across the battlefield with terrifying intensity. The amount of black flames Max released was immense, enough to darken the golden light descending from above. + +The flames quickly gathered together. + +Within moments the raging black fire began to condense into a massive shape. + +A colossal Black Tortoise Divine Beast formed from the swirling black flames. Its enormous body appeared solid and majestic as the dark fire shaped its thick shell and powerful limbs. The beast stood firmly around Max, enclosing him within its protective form. + +This was the inheritance technique known as the Four Divine Beasts Manifestations. + +Among the manifestations of that inheritance, the Black Tortoise represented absolute defense. + +Max stood calmly at the center of the divine beast while the massive flaming shell surrounded him like an impenetrable fortress. + +At that moment the golden swords finally arrived. + +They crashed downward in a storm of radiant destruction. + +Boom! Boom! Boom! + +The impact of the blades striking the black tortoise resounded throughout the arena as shockwaves spread in every direction. Each golden sword carried immense power, yet the moment they struck the flaming shell they failed to penetrate its defense. + +Some of the swords were deflected away by the immense strength of the tortoise’s shell. + +Others were swallowed by the black flames themselves the moment they entered the range of the divine beast. + +The raging fire devoured the energy of the golden swords and reduced them to fading fragments of light. + +No matter how many blades descended from the sky, not a single one managed to break through the defense of the Black Tortoise Divine Beast formed from Max’s black flames. + +However, just when the golden swords had fallen and were all blocked by the Black Tortoise Divine Beast, Max suddenly sensed something different. + +Through the perception of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, a streak of power appeared in the distance. It was not like the golden swords that had rained down from above. This presence was concentrated, sharp, and far more dangerous. + +A beam of golden light was rushing toward him. + +The streak of light cut through the battlefield with terrifying speed. It moved so fast that even the surrounding space trembled violently as it passed through the air. The golden radiance tore forward like a divine spear aimed directly at Max’s position. + +’This attack is too powerful,’ Max realized instantly. + +The pressure carried by the beam was far greater than the golden swords that had descended earlier. The moment his senses locked onto the attack, Max understood the terrifying destructive force hidden within it. + +At that moment a thought flashed through his mind. + +He remembered that his mother had been holding a bow. + +’So this is an attack from her bow,’ he concluded immediately. + +There was no time to hesitate. + +Max activated the Four Divine Beasts Manifestation inheritance technique once again. This time he did not manifest another divine beast. Instead the black flames surrounding him condensed rapidly into a different form. + +A massive sword formed from raging black flames appeared beside the Black Tortoise Divine Beast. + +The enormous blade radiated terrifying heat and destructive power. It remained anchored beside the tortoise’s flaming shell as though the defensive beast had become the foundation of a powerful weapon. + +The golden beam continued rushing forward with unstoppable momentum. + +Seeing the attack closing in, Max controlled the giant black sword formed from his flames. The weapon rose into the air and then swung downward toward the incoming beam of light. + +The moment the two forces collided, the entire battlefield exploded. + +BOOM! + +A cataclysmic explosion erupted where the golden beam met the descending black sword. Black flames and golden light crashed into each other violently as the impact released a devastating shockwave that spread across the arena. The ground shattered beneath the pressure while the surrounding air trembled under the clash of the two opposing powers. + +For several moments the explosion raged like a storm of destruction. Golden light and black flames twisted together as the energy surged outward before slowly beginning to fade. + +When the violent radiance finally began to die down, the battlefield gradually became visible again. + +At the center of the fading explosion stood Max. + +Yet he was no longer alone. + +His mother had appeared beside him. + +Her body was now covered in armor formed from brilliant golden light that shone with sacred brilliance. The armor fit her figure perfectly and radiated the authority of her Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. In her hand she held a sword made entirely of the same golden radiance. + +The blade was already pressed between Max’s two hands. + +The tip of the golden sword had slipped through the narrow space between his palms and stopped just before his chest, its edge gleaming dangerously close to his heart. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1503.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1503.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a49986f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1503.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1496: A Battle with Mother - 2" +slug: "ch-1503" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1503 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1070 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At this moment Max’s face had turned completely solemn. + +Between the instant the giant sword of black flames collided with the incoming beam of golden light and the present moment where the golden sword was pressed between his hands, several things had happened in rapid succession. + +The entire sequence had unfolded so quickly that even with his heightened perception through the Dimensional Sovereign Body, Max had barely managed to react. + +The first event was the sudden appearance of his mother. + +The moment the explosion between the golden beam and his black flaming sword erupted, the battlefield had been consumed by a violent storm of black flames and golden light. The clash had distorted the air and shattered the ground beneath them, creating a chaotic veil of energy that obscured everything within it. + +Yet she had moved through that explosion as though it were nothing. + +Through the raging storm of energy, her figure flashed forward clad in armor formed from pure golden light. The armor radiated a sacred brilliance that pushed aside the surrounding flames as she advanced. In her hand she carried the golden sword that shone with terrifying sharpness. + +She had cut directly through the explosion itself. + +When Max sensed her presence approaching through the chaos, he had not felt immediate alarm. After all, he was still protected by the Black Tortoise Divine Beast formed from his black flames. + +That manifestation represented the defensive aspect of the Four Divine Beasts inheritance and had already proven capable of blocking the rain of golden swords earlier. + +Max had been prepared to react the moment she appeared. + +His mind had already begun forming the next manifestation of his black flames. He had intended to release another transformation from the Four Divine Beasts Manifestation inheritance and counterattack the moment she stepped within range. + +But something happened in that brief instant that completely shocked him. + +As she emerged from the fading explosion, her golden sword descended. + +The blade moved with terrifying precision. + +When the sword struck the Black Tortoise Divine Beast, the massive flaming construct that had previously withstood countless attacks was split apart instantly. The golden blade cut through the thick shell of black flames as though it were slicing through ordinary air. + +The enormous tortoise formed from Max’s flames was cleaved cleanly into two halves. + +Even the black flames themselves were divided by that single strike. + +The moment the shell of the divine beast collapsed, Max’s heart trembled with alarm. Before he could fully process what had just happened, his mother’s sword moved again. + +Her second strike followed immediately. + +The golden blade swept through the battlefield and unleashed a wave of radiant power that scattered the remaining black flames. The dark fire that had surrounded Max moments ago was blown away by the force of her sword, leaving him suddenly exposed. + +Seeing the golden blade rushing toward him with unstoppable momentum, Max had no time to summon another defense. + +In that split second he reacted instinctively. + +He brought both of his hands together and caught the sword directly between his palms. The powerful force behind the blade pushed him backward slightly as the edge of the sword stopped just before reaching his chest. + +Now he stood there holding the golden sword between his hands while his mother stood beside him in her shining armor. + +"You are also physically very strong," his mother said at that moment as she looked at Max with clear surprise in her eyes. Her golden sword was pressed firmly between his two bare hands, yet despite the immense force she had placed behind the strike, the blade had not advanced any further. + +The strength he displayed by blocking the sword with nothing but his hands was something she had not expected. + +Max, however, paid little attention to her words. + +"What I want to know is something else," he said with a serious expression. "How did your golden sword cut through the Black Tortoise I formed from my black flames so easily? It even blew away my black flames completely." + +His question carried genuine confusion. The black flames had always been one of the most dominant powers he possessed. + +Ever since he got his bloodline, the flames had devoured and suppressed almost everything they came into contact with. Seeing them split apart and scattered so effortlessly had shaken his understanding of their power. + +His mother smiled faintly after hearing his question. + +"I am a princess of the Elven race," she explained calmly. "My bloodline is not ordinary. The light constructs created through my Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline possess the ability to suppress and nullify most dark elemental constructs." + +She gestured slightly with the golden sword as she continued speaking. + +"That includes abilities like the black flame constructs you just used or even the black flames themselves." + +Her tone remained relaxed as she elaborated further. + +"You should know the principle that light suppresses darkness. It is the same concept here. My bloodline amplifies that natural suppression. When my light constructs come into contact with dark elemental abilities, they naturally break them apart." + +Max frowned slightly as he listened to her explanation. + +He had not expected the situation to be like this. + +Since the moment he had found his bloodline and gained control over the black flames, they had always been an unstoppable force in battle. Those flames devoured energy, destroyed techniques, and overwhelmed most forms of defense. In every encounter they had proven themselves to be nearly impossible to suppress. + +Yet now he had witnessed something completely different. + +The golden light born from his mother’s bloodline had split through his black flames as though they were nothing more than ordinary fire. + +The realization made Max understand something important. + +The Divine Realm was far more vast and complex than he had imagined. There were countless bloodlines, countless inheritances, and countless powers scattered across its endless territories. + +There would always exist something capable of countering another power. + +’I need to evolve my bloodline to the highest tier as soon as possible,’ Max thought as determination appeared in his eyes. + +The urge to strengthen his bloodline suddenly became far more urgent in his heart. Seeing that his black flames were not truly invincible had awakened a deeper sense of resolve within him. + +If there were powers capable of suppressing his flames now, then he would simply raise his bloodline to a level where nothing in the Divine Realm could easily suppress it again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1504.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1504.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e1a7b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1504.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1497: A Battle with Mother - 3" +slug: "ch-1504" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1504 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1167 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Anyway, you should not have come this close to me," Max said to his mother with a calm smile as the energy inside his body surged once again. + +In the next instant his entire figure erupted with seven colored lightning. Crimson, gold, violet, silver, azure, emerald, and deep black streaks of divine punishment exploded outward from his body as he activated the Storm King’s inheritance once again with the seven lightnings of divine punishment serving as its foundation. + +The power that burst forth was immense. + +Bang! + +The moment the inheritance fully activated, the surge of lightning radiating from Max’s body blasted outward violently. His mother was pushed backward by the sudden eruption of power as the shockwave forced her to retreat several steps before she stabilized herself. + +"This again," she said as her expression turned solemn while watching the seven colored lightning dancing around Max’s body. + +"Come on. Let us have a good fight," Max replied with a faint smile as he raised his sword. + +The moment his words fell, the battlefield erupted into motion. + +Max’s figure vanished as his body turned into a streak of seven colored lightning. His speed under the Storm King’s inheritance reached a terrifying level as he crossed the distance between them in an instant. The lightning surrounding him crackled violently as he swung his sword toward her with explosive force. + +His mother reacted immediately. + +Golden light burst from her back as two radiant wings formed behind her. The wings were made entirely from condensed golden energy and they spread wide with majestic brilliance. With a single flap of those wings her body shot forward with incredible speed, allowing her to match Max’s lightning enhanced movement. + +The clash began. + +Her golden sword collided with Max’s blade in a flash of blinding light. + +The sound of metal striking metal echoed throughout the arena as sparks of golden radiance and streaks of lightning exploded outward. The two of them moved across the battlefield with astonishing speed, their figures flashing and disappearing repeatedly as they exchanged attacks. + +Max’s sword descended again and again with terrifying force. + +Each strike carried the power of the seven colored lightning flowing through his body. His movements were explosive and relentless while his strength was equally overwhelming. Every swing of his sword caused waves of lightning to ripple through the air. + +Yet his mother matched him without hesitation. + +Her golden wings continued to beat behind her as she moved with graceful speed through the battlefield. The radiant sword in her hand danced with elegant precision as she parried and countered Max’s attacks. + +From time to time she unleashed additional techniques. + +Golden light gathered around her as constructs formed instantly at her command. Spears made of pure light shot toward Max from different directions. Shields of radiant energy appeared to block his strikes. Swords of luminous power rained down from above in an attempt to trap him within their formation. + +The battlefield became a storm of golden constructs and flashing lightning. + +However Max remained unfazed. + +His sword moved with terrifying precision as the fifth level concept of Severing Sword infused every strike he made. The invisible sharpness surrounding his blade sliced through the golden constructs without mercy. + +Spears of light shattered the moment they met his sword. + +Golden barriers split apart under the sharp edge of his blade. + +Even the radiant swords that descended from above were cut cleanly in half as his sword flashed through the air. + +Max’s speed continued to rise as the seven colored lightning pushed his movements to their peak. His figure appeared and disappeared like a bolt of divine punishment striking across the battlefield. At the same time his physical strength made every clash with his mother’s sword thunder across the arena. + +The two of them exchanged blows repeatedly as the arena shook from the intensity of their battle. + +Golden light and seven colored lightning intertwined violently across the battlefield while their swords collided again and again in a fast paced exchange that showed neither hesitation nor weakness. + +"Haha, it is fun battling with you, mother, but I suppose every good thing must come to an end," Max muttered quietly while still facing her. + +As the battle raged around them, Max’s mind moved with calm determination. Within the depths of his consciousness he whispered a single command. + +"Extreme Speed." + +This was the first time he had ever used the Extreme Speed ability of the Storm King’s inheritance. + +The moment that ability activated, the lightning surrounding his body erupted violently. The seven colored lightnings of divine punishment surged through him like a raging river and his figure vanished from where he stood. + +He did not simply move faster. + +He became a blur of seven colored lightning. + +The battlefield seemed to freeze in comparison to his movement. In a single instant Max crossed the distance between them and appeared directly in front of his mother.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Earlier in the battle she had been able to match his movements by using the wings of golden light formed from her Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. Her speed had been extraordinary and she had reacted to every strike he made without hesitation. + +But this time things were different. + +From her perspective she only saw a sudden flash of seven colored lightning streak across the battlefield. + +Then Max’s face was already in front of her. + +Her eyes widened in shock as her mind struggled to process what had just happened. Instinctively she tried to react. She tried to move her golden sword to block the attack that she knew was coming. + +But she was simply too slow. + +Before her body could respond, Max’s sword had already moved. + +The blade flashed with terrifying speed. + +The strike was so precise and swift that it caused no pain at all, exactly as Max had intended. The sword passed through her form in a clean and silent motion. + +For a brief moment everything became still. + +Then her body began to glow. + +Golden motes of light slowly appeared across her figure as the soul fragment sustaining her existence began to disperse. The golden radiance grew brighter as her form gradually started dissolving into countless particles of light. + +Max stood before her as tears began to fall from his eyes. + +"Mother, hold on for a few more years," he said softly. His voice trembled with emotion as he looked at her fading figure. "It won’t be long before I come to save you. Until then stay safe mother." + +His mother stared at him in shock. + +Those words made no sense to her. She could not understand why the human standing before her had spoken them with such pain and determination. Confusion filled her eyes as she tried to grasp the meaning behind his voice. + +But before she could think any further, her body completely transformed into golden motes of light. + +The glowing particles drifted gently through the air for a brief moment before disappearing entirely. + +With her disappearance, the ninety eighth floor of the Combat Legion Tower had been cleared. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1505.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1505.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eb49b24 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1505.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1498: Ascension to 2nd Rate Forces?" +slug: "ch-1505" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1505 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1138 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"He did it. He defeated the elven woman on the ninety-eighth floor." + +Joe’s voice suddenly rang out loudly across the area as he rose to his feet in complete shock. His calm and confident demeanor from earlier had completely disappeared. The expression on his face was filled with disbelief as his eyes remained fixed on the projection showing the inside of the Combat Legion Tower. + +For thousands of years the Combat Tower had been in the possession of the Violet Star Palace before one of the towers had eventually been given away to the Black Dragon Clan through an ancient wager between their ancestors. + +During all those years countless disciples from Violet Star Palace had attempted to conquer the tower. Many of those disciples had been extraordinary geniuses who stood at the peak of their generation. + +Yet none of them had ever succeeded in defeating the elven woman guarding the ninety eighth floor. + +Her existence had slowly turned into a legend within the tower. + +Every disciple who reached that floor had eventually fallen to her overwhelming strength. Even the most talented prodigies who had come close to victory had ultimately failed against her terrifying speed and the power of her Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +Over time the thought of defeating her had gradually transformed into something almost mythical. + +For the disciples of Violet Star Palace she had become an invincible figure within the Combat Tower. Her presence on the ninety eighth floor symbolized an absolute wall that no one had ever managed to break through. + +Joe himself knew this better than anyone. + +Earlier he had spoken confidently about Max’s talent and had even compared him to the geniuses nurtured by the first rate forces of the Divine Realm. However deep within his heart he had never truly believed that Max would be able to defeat the elven woman. + +The difference in strength between the warriors on the ninety seventh floor and the ninety eighth floor was enormous. The elven woman was not simply another guardian of the tower. She was a legendary existence whose fragment had dominated that floor for thousands of years. + +Yet Max had done the impossible. + +Not only had he defeated her, he had done it with astonishing ease. + +The battle had been swift and decisive. From the moment Max unleashed his final burst of speed to the instant the elven woman dissolved into golden motes of light, the entire fight had ended before many of the spectators could even process what had happened. + +Joe stood there staring at the projection in stunned silence as the realization slowly settled in his mind. + +Max had just accomplished something that none of the geniuses from Violet Star Palace had ever managed to achieve in thousands of years. + +Joe turned his gaze toward the seven family heads of the Black Dragon Clan and spoke with a thoughtful expression. + +"It seems the invitation to the training camp was worth it," he said calmly. "With Max’s talent, I believe he will definitely shock all the forces participating in the training camp." + +He paused for a moment before continuing. + +"And the Cosmic Ascension Conference is still a few years away. If Max manages to increase his strength even further during that time, there is a real chance he might create miracles there as well. If that happens, your Black Dragon Clan could rise to become a second rate force, and perhaps even one of the strongest first rate forces." + +This time Joe did not speak with the arrogance he often displayed earlier. His tone carried the warmth of someone speaking honestly to allies rather than rivals. Watching Max’s performance inside the Combat Legion Tower had changed his perspective. He now clearly understood that the Black Dragon Clan had discovered something extraordinary. + +They had not merely found a talented disciple. + +They had discovered a gem. + +An unpolished gem whose potential seemed to defy the natural limits placed upon ordinary geniuses. + +Hearing Joe’s words filled the seven family heads with quiet excitement. Smiles appeared across their faces as they exchanged glances with each other. For a long time the Black Dragon Clan had been regarded as one of the weakest third rate forces within the Divine Realm. Because of that, their ambitions had always remained modest. + +Simply rising to become one of the strongest third rate forces would have already satisfied them. + +However even that goal had always seemed incredibly difficult to achieve. + +Everything in the Divine Realm revolved around strength and talent. A force could only rise higher if it possessed geniuses capable of standing against the prodigies of other powerful factions. Without such individuals it was almost impossible to change one’s position in the hierarchy of the Divine Realm. + +And that hierarchy was determined by one single event. + +The Cosmic Ascension Conference. + +As its name suggested, the Cosmic Ascension Conference was not a simple tournament held within a single star realm or region. It was an event that encompassed the entire Divine Realm itself. + +During the conference, geniuses from countless star realms gathered to compete against one another. Participants came from forces of every level. Disciples from third rate forces, rising talents from powerful second rate factions, and even terrifying prodigies nurtured by the first rate forces all appeared within the same arena. + +The number of geniuses who participated in this conference reached an unimaginable scale. + +The total number could easily reach into the trillions. + +At first glance that number sounded impossible. Yet within the vastness of the Divine Realm it was nothing unusual. No one knew the exact number of star realms scattered across the Divine Realm. The universe contained countless worlds filled with cultivators, each one producing its own generation of geniuses. + +The Cosmic Ascension Conference welcomed participants from all of those star realms. + +This alone revealed the unimaginable scale of the event. + +Across the Divine Realm, every powerful force paid close attention to the results of this conference. The performance of their disciples during the tournament determined their future standing within the hierarchy of the realm. + +A force that produced outstanding geniuses could rise from third rate to second rate. + +A second rate force that displayed overwhelming strength might ascend to the ranks of the first rate forces. + +On the other hand, forces whose disciples failed to perform well could fall in status and lose the influence they once possessed. + +Because of this, the Cosmic Ascension Conference was far more than just a competition. + +It was the event that reshaped the balance of power throughout the entire Divine Realm. + +For that very reason, the Cosmic Ascension Conference was widely regarded as the greatest occasion in the entire Divine Realm. Every genius who wished to carve their name into history dreamed of standing upon that stage and proving their strength before the countless powers watching from across the cosmos. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1506.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1506.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..621c267 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1506.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1499: A Primordial" +slug: "ch-1506" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1506 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1014 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as the excitement from the defeat of the elven woman on the ninety eighth floor was still spreading among the spectators, the atmosphere within the Combat Legion Tower changed once again. + +The arena on the ninety ninth floor began to glow faintly as the tower gathered energy to form the next guardian. The process took noticeably longer than the previous floors, and the shifting light at the center of the battlefield slowly condensed into a solid figure. + +Everyone watching the projections outside the tower immediately focused their attention once again. + +The figure that appeared this time was not an elf or some mysterious race from distant star realms. + +It was a human. + +The man looked young, appearing to be in his late twenties. His face carried a calm and composed expression, and his posture revealed a quiet confidence that made him appear far older than his age suggested. His long dark hair flowed behind him as a faint aura surrounded his body. That aura was not explosive like the warriors Max had fought earlier. Instead it felt deep and unfathomable, as though an immense power was hidden beneath a perfectly controlled exterior. + +"A human... interesting," Joe said with a faint smile as he observed the projection carefully. + +"Even though this opponent is human, I do not think the battle will become any easier for Max," he continued while folding his arms thoughtfully. "A guardian standing on the ninety ninth floor must at least be stronger than the elven woman guarding the ninety eighth floor." + +Joe’s eyes remained fixed on the image of the young man standing inside the tower. + +"I cannot wait to see how this fight unfolds," he added. + +Without realizing it, Joe had become completely captivated by Max’s performance. The more he watched the young cultivator fight through the impossible trials of the tower, the more curious he became about the person behind that strength. Even witnessing the upcoming battle felt valuable to him, as though every moment revealed another layer of Max’s terrifying potential. + +"Even if Max cannot clear the ninety ninth floor, he has already achieved more than anyone in the history of the Black Dragon Clan," Victor Veron said with a satisfied smile. + +"What he has accomplished today proves that his potential and talent surpass anyone our clan has ever produced," he continued. "We will have to nurture this child very carefully from now on." + +Mathew Grimes nodded in agreement as he watched the projection with focused attention. + +"We will hold a meeting regarding Max’s future once this trial is over," he said in a firm tone. "There are many things we must discuss about how to guide his path properly." + +He then turned his gaze back toward the projection where Max stood on the ninety ninth floor. + +"For now, let us simply observe how he performs in this battle." + +Not far from them, Lady Virelia remained silent as she watched the scene unfold. + +"All the best, Max," she muttered softly. + +Her eyes never left the projection that displayed his figure standing before the mysterious warrior on the ninety ninth floor. + +---- + +At the ninety ninth floor, the moment the opponent fully materialized, Max’s instincts sharpened immediately. His body tensed slightly as the seven colored lightning around him flickered faintly, ready to erupt into motion at any moment. After everything he had experienced within the tower, he had already developed the habit of attacking the instant a new opponent appeared. + +However, just as he prepared to strike, something made him pause. + +Max stared deeply at the young man standing before him. + +There was something unusual about the aura surrounding this opponent. It was subtle and calm on the surface, yet beneath that calmness lay a depth that felt ancient and immeasurable. The more Max observed him, the more certain he became about what he was sensing. + +"Primordial... Are you from the Primordial Race?" Max muttered slowly. + +The young man tilted his head slightly when he heard the question. His expression looked genuinely puzzled. + +"How did you know?" he asked calmly. "It is usually very difficult for others to tell the difference between a human and a primordial." + +Max took a slow breath as the realization settled firmly in his mind. + +The opponent standing before him was truly a primordial. + +"The aura you carry reminded me of another primordial I have met," Max replied honestly. + +Even as he spoke, his mind remained alert. The Primordial Race was widely recognized as the most powerful race within the Divine Realm. Their abilities, bloodlines, and natural talents surpassed those of nearly every other race that existed. + +Facing someone from that race meant that even a fragment of their soul could be extremely dangerous. + +"Oh, so you have met another primordial," the young man said softly. + +His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Max with newfound interest. For a brief moment he remained silent as though evaluating him more carefully. + +Then something unexpected happened. + +A third eye suddenly appeared at the center of the young man’s forehead. + +"This...!" Max’s eyes widened slightly when he saw the strange phenomenon. + +The appearance of the third eye alone was shocking, yet what followed next was far more terrifying. + +The eye slowly began to open. + +As the eyelid lifted, an overwhelming pressure surged outward from the young man’s body. The moment the eye revealed itself completely, the entire atmosphere of the battlefield seemed to change. + +Max felt as though the space around him had grown incredibly heavy. + +The pressure that spread from that eye was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was not merely the aura of a powerful cultivator. It carried a divine authority that felt ancient and absolute. + +Standing before the young man felt as though he was standing before a true god. + +A strange impulse suddenly appeared in Max’s heart. + +The urge to kneel. + +The urge to bow his head and worship the being standing before him. + +The feeling rose within his chest like an uncontrollable instinct, attempting to force his body into submission before the overwhelming authority radiating from the third eye. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1507.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1507.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b175c73 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1507.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1500: Mark of Primordial!" +slug: "ch-1507" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1507 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As the pressure continued to increase, Max quickly realized something that shocked him even more. + +His Primordial title was not responding. + +Normally any oppressive pressure directed at him would be suppressed or nullified by the authority granted through the title of Primordial. Unless the pressure was meant to temper him directly, the title would prevent such forces from affecting him. + +But this time the title remained silent. + +For the first time since he had obtained it, the protection provided by the Primordial title had lost its effect against the overwhelming pressure radiating from the young man’s third eye. + +However, something even strange happened this time. + +Just when the pressure was reaching its peak and the weight of that terrifying authority felt as though it would crush everything around him, it suddenly vanished. + +The oppressive force that had filled the entire arena disappeared instantly as though it had never existed. The trembling of space ceased, the heavy sensation pressing down upon Max’s body dissolved, and the urge that had been rising within his heart faded completely. + +Everything returned to silence. + +Max suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of calm and clarity. The suffocating pressure that had made it difficult to even breathe was gone, leaving behind a peaceful stillness in its place. + +Then a faint notification appeared at the edge of his vision. + +[Skill – Keeper’s Dominion in effect] + +Max’s eyes shifted slightly as he noticed the message. + +At that moment he understood what had just happened. + +The power that had suppressed the terrifying pressure was not something external. It had come from within him. Keeper’s Dominion had activated automatically in response to the overwhelming authority released by the primordial’s third eye. + +The realization caused a subtle shift within Max’s awareness. + +For the first time he truly felt the presence of that skill. + +Keeper’s Dominion did not merely protect him from external pressure. It was far more profound than that. The moment the skill activated, Max could feel a domain of authority surrounding his existence. It was as though the very space around him recognized his will as the dominant force within it. + +And along with that realization came another understanding. + +If he wished to, he could exert that same kind of pressure upon others. + +The sensation brought by Keeper’s Dominion was immense. Max could feel that if he focused his will, he could release a presence powerful enough to suppress even the primordial standing before him. Within that domain of authority the primordial would have no choice but to endure the pressure imposed by Max. + +The power felt absolute. + +However Max did not allow himself to become intoxicated by that realization. + +He remained calm as he continued looking at the young primordial. + +Although the ability existed within him, Max had no intention of using such overwhelming authority unless it became absolutely necessary. + +"Oh, you do carry a mark of the Primordial. You have been recognized by a primordial, I see," the young man said as he nodded slowly. + +His expression remained calm, yet there was a faint trace of approval in his eyes as he looked at Max. + +Max felt another wave of surprise when he heard those words. The primordial standing before him had only glanced at him briefly, yet he had already discovered something so specific about his identity. + +Before Max could speak, the young primordial continued. + +"I see that you carry the mark of the Primordial. Where did you obtain this mark?" + +"Mark of the Primordial?" Max frowned slightly as he repeated the words in his mind. + +Almost instantly he realized what the young man was referring to. The so called mark must be connected to the title he had received long ago in the Tower of Truth back in the Lost Continent. + +"I obtained it from a tower called the Tower of Truth," Max answered honestly. + +The reaction was immediate. + +"What? From the Tower of Truth?" The young primordial’s calm expression finally broke as genuine shock appeared on his face. + +He stared at Max with clear disbelief.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +"For the Tower of Truth to grant you the mark of the Primordial, you would have needed to reach the very top position under the golden title," he said slowly. + +Max nodded without hesitation. + +"I did rank at the highest position within the Tower of Truth. I achieved the golden title and stood at the very top." + +The young primordial studied him silently for a moment before giving a slow nod. + +"Yes, I believe you," he said calmly. "The Tower of Truth is extremely strict in its judgments. The only way anyone can receive the mark of the Primordial from that tower is by reaching the highest position while holding the golden title. Only then will the Primordial overseeing the tower grant their recognition." + +He paused briefly before looking at Max with a faint smile. + +"However, do you know what this mark truly represents? The Tower of Truth does not hand out such recognition without purpose. There is a much deeper meaning behind it." + +Max shook his head honestly. + +"I have only recently ascended from the mortal realms," he replied. "There are many things about the Divine Realm that I do not yet understand. Please enlighten me." + +The young primordial’s eyes flickered with mild surprise when he heard that. + +"So it was a Tower of Truth connected to the mortal realms," he murmured thoughtfully. + +For a moment he seemed to search through his memories before slowly shaking his head. + +"I cannot remember which primordial was assigned to oversee the mortal realms. Even if I could remember, it would not make much difference now." + +He then returned his gaze to Max. + +"Those who receive the mark of the Primordial possess the potential to become a primordial themselves." + +"What?" Max’s eyes widened in shock the moment he heard those words. + +The statement shattered the assumptions he had always held about the Primordial Race. + +Primordials were known throughout the Divine Realm as the most powerful and ancient race. Their existence was tied to the origins of the universe itself. How could someone simply become a primordial? + +Max’s mind was immediately filled with countless questions. + +How could a person change their race? + +Standing before the young primordial on the ninety ninth floor of the Combat Legion Tower, Max felt his understanding of the Divine Realm shift once again as those questions rose rapidly within his thoughts. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1508.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1508.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e8754a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1508.md @@ -0,0 +1,130 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1501: Secondary Being or Lesser Being" +slug: "ch-1508" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1508 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1183 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Primordial Race is a very complicated matter," the young primordial said as he laughed lightly when he saw the shock on Max’s face. + +There was no mockery in his laughter. Instead it carried the tone of someone who had seen many similar reactions before. + +"Since you possess the mark of the Primordial, you are allowed to head to the territory of the Primordial Race," he continued calmly. "Once you arrive there, you will have the chance to become a primordial." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard those words. + +"What does it mean to become a primordial?" he asked seriously. "Would I not remain human after that?" + +The young primordial slowly shook his head. + +"Humans, elves, demons, spirits, and countless other races scattered across the Divine Realm are nothing more than lesser beings," he said. "They are collectively referred to as secondary beings." + +Max’s expression tightened slightly when he heard those words. + +The primordial continued speaking in a calm and matter of fact tone. + +"In the vast structure of existence, races like humans or elves are not considered the true masters of the universe. They are secondary beings who were born into the lower layers of creation." + +He paused briefly before adding another statement. + +"If I were to tell you the true purpose of secondary beings within the universe, you would be extremely shocked." + +Max fell silent as he listened. + +The statement stirred something deep within his thoughts. + +He knew that the Primordial Race was regarded as the most powerful race in the Divine Realm. Their strength, their ancient heritage, and their mysterious abilities had placed them far above most other races. + +However hearing someone casually refer to humans, elves, demons, and spirits as lesser beings made Max feel uneasy. + +Did the primordials truly have the authority to place every other race beneath them? + +Or was there a deeper truth behind those words that the ordinary inhabitants of the Divine Realm simply did not know? + +Max remained silent as those questions formed in his mind. + +The idea that humans and the other races might truly be classified as secondary beings in comparison to primordials was difficult to accept, yet the confidence in the young primordial’s voice made the possibility impossible to ignore. + +Max slowly lifted his gaze toward the primordial. + +"What do you mean when you say I would be shocked if I learned the true purpose of secondary beings?" he asked. + +He could sense that the primordial was hinting at something much larger. + +There was clearly a hidden truth behind those words. + +The young primordial watched him quietly for a moment before shaking his head again. + +"I said that if I were to tell you," he replied calmly. "But I cannot reveal such information to you right now." + +His expression remained composed as he continued speaking. + +"This level of knowledge is not something that can be shared with someone who still belongs to the ranks of secondary beings." + +He gestured lightly toward Max. + +"Only when you become a primordial yourself will you gain the authority to understand those truths." + +The young primordial’s eyes turned thoughtful as he looked around the arena. + +"The Divine Realm that you see now is already unimaginably vast to most cultivators," he said slowly. "Yet even this realm is only one layer of existence within a much larger structure." + +His voice carried a quiet weight as he continued. + +"There are secrets hidden within this universe that ordinary races will never discover. Entire histories that have been erased from the knowledge of secondary beings. Truths about the origin of life, the structure of reality, and the purpose of the countless worlds scattered across existence." + +He then looked directly at Max. + +"Only higher beings or primary beings such as primordials are aware of those secrets." + +The young primordial’s expression remained calm as he finished speaking. + +"If you truly wish to understand the nature of the universe, then become a primordial." + +He smiled faintly. + +"Only then will the secrets of this vast world begin to reveal themselves to you." + +Max took a deep breath as he listened to the young primordial’s words. The information he had just heard stirred countless thoughts in his mind. Until now he had believed that the Divine Realm itself was the ultimate stage of existence, the place where the strongest cultivators gathered and where the greatest powers of the universe resided. + +Yet in just a few moments this primordial had casually revealed that even within this vast realm there existed layers of knowledge and secrets hidden from ordinary beings. + +The concepts of primordials, primary beings, secondary beings, and the unseen structure of existence all sounded far more complicated than anything Max had encountered before. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how little he truly understood about the universe. + +’This Divine Realm is unimaginably vast,’ Max thought quietly. ’And compared to everything that exists here, I am still far too weak to understand any of it.’ + +A quiet sigh escaped his lips as that realization settled in his mind. Instead of discouraging him, however, it strengthened his resolve. If the universe truly contained such profound secrets, then the only way to uncover them was to become strong enough to stand among the beings who possessed that knowledge. + +After the trial ended, he would have to push his cultivation even further. + +Max tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and looked toward the primordial standing across from him. + +"Shall we fight then?" he said calmly. + +The young primordial shook his head slowly. + +"There is no point in fighting between us," he replied in a relaxed tone. "A secondary being like you cannot possibly defeat a primary being such as me." + +The moment Max heard those words, irritation flickered in his eyes. + +The primordial had spoken with complete confidence, as though what he had just said was an unquestionable truth that governed the entire universe. There was no arrogance in his tone, yet the calm certainty behind those words made them even more irritating. + +Max suddenly felt the urge to strike him right then and there. + +The air around his body began to crackle as seven colored lightning erupted across his skin. Brilliant streaks of crimson, violet, yellow, blue, and other radiant hues flickered violently around him as he activated the Storm King’s inheritance once again. + +Seeing this, the young primordial simply smiled. + +"Since you wish to fight," he said lightly, "then I will show you the difference between a secondary being and a primary being. I will show you the difference between a lesser being and a higher being." + +Max frowned slightly when he heard that. + +Although the primordial did not appear malicious, the way he constantly referred to humans and other races as lesser beings was beginning to irritate him more and more. + +There was a natural calmness in the young primordial’s demeanor and Max could sense that he was not a bad person, yet the way he spoke revealed something deeply rooted within the Primordial Race. + +To them, the distinction between primary beings and secondary beings was simply a fact. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1509.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1509.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eba85d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1509.md @@ -0,0 +1,148 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1502: Vein of Vitality" +slug: "ch-1509" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1509 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1148 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max’s entire body flashed with the seven colored lightning of divine punishment, the air around him crackled with violent energy. Brilliant streaks of crimson, violet, gold, and blue coursed across his body like living currents as the Storm King’s inheritance awakened fully within him. + +"What if I defeat you?" Max asked calmly while staring directly at the young primordial. + +The young primordial only smiled faintly as though the question amused him. + +"Originally I would have accepted defeat immediately and allowed you to enter the final floor," he replied in a relaxed tone. "However since you insist on fighting, we will fight." + +His expression remained calm as he continued. + +"As for the what if you mentioned, we will see the answer once you have defeated me." + +Max gave a small nod. + +The moment the primordial finished speaking, Max’s eyes sharpened with focus. + +"Extreme Speed," he muttered quietly. + +The Storm King’s inheritance responded instantly. + +A violent surge of lightning erupted around Max’s body as the seven colored lightning intensified several times over. His figure blurred as the lightning wrapped tightly around his limbs, compressing and accelerating every movement within his body. The Extreme Speed ability of the Storm King’s inheritance unleashed a terrifying burst of velocity that pushed Max’s speed far beyond his normal limits. + +However Max did not stop there. + +Almost immediately he spoke again. + +"Heaven’s Wraith." + +The second ability of the Storm King’s inheritance activated. + +The lightning surrounding Max erupted violently as though it had suddenly become enraged. The seven colored lightning began to roar and twist around his body like a raging storm as an overwhelming force surged into his muscles. + +Extreme Speed granted him unimaginable speed. + +Heaven’s Wraith granted him unimaginable strength. + +Normally the two abilities were used separately due to the immense burden they placed on the body. However Max forced them to overlap at the same moment, stacking their effects together. His body was strong enough to endure the the stacking of these two abilities even with the seven colored lightnings were used as the base for the Storm King’s inheritance. + +In that instant the lightning around him turned wild. + +The air trembled violently as the combined power of the two abilities surged through his body. The ground beneath his feet cracked apart under the pressure as his muscles swelled with explosive force while his body moved with terrifying acceleration. + +Speed and strength fused together. + +Max’s figure vanished. + +It was not ordinary movement. His body transformed into a streak of seven colored lightning that shot forward with a velocity so great that the surrounding space seemed to ripple as he passed through it. + +The young primordial’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the sudden burst of movement. + +For the first time since the battle had begun, he showed a hint of surprise. + +Max appeared directly before him. + +The lightning around Max’s arm surged violently as he drove his fist forward with all the strength granted by Heaven’s Wraith while his body moved at the impossible velocity provided by Extreme Speed. + +The combination created a terrifying result. + +His fist struck forward like a bolt of divine lightning carrying unimaginable force. + +BOOM! + +The punch tore through the air with such overwhelming power that the surrounding space shook violently as Max’s fist crashed toward the young primordial. + +"Hehe, interesting." The young primordial smiled as his body suddenly released a burst of power Max was familiar with but this burst of power was too strong. The moment the burst of power released from the primordial the entire arena began to tremble. + +The young primordial then clenched his fist and slammed into the incoming lightning fist of Max. + +BOOM! + +An explosion of highest order erupted between them but the the clash between them wasn’t even close. + +Bang! + +A figure was blasted back skidded through the trial ground at fast speed. + +That figure was Max. + +At that moment shock was the only expression visible on Max’s face. + +The memory of their collision flashed vividly in his mind. When his fist had met the young primordial’s fist, Max had expected an overwhelming clash of strength, yet what erupted from the primordial’s body was something far beyond what he had imagined. + +The instant their fists collided, a terrifying force burst forth from the young primordial. + +It was not merely physical strength. + +It was a deep and overwhelming surge of energy that exploded outward from the primordial’s body the moment their fists connected. The power had erupted like a violent tidal wave, striking Max directly and blasting him away as though he weighed nothing at all. + +Max’s body had been sent flying through the air before he could even process what had happened. + +The shock of that force still lingered within his body. + +If it had not been for the incredible strength of his physique and the fact that he had already opened the first divine vein, Max knew that the outcome would have been disastrous. A normal cultivator at his level would have had their body shattered instantly by the sheer impact of that punch. + +At best they would have been severely injured. + +At worst their body would have exploded into pieces the moment that force collided with them. + +Max gripped his sword tightly as he dragged its blade along the ground, using it as an anchor to halt his backward momentum. The blade carved a long deep line across the arena floor before his body finally came to a stop. + +His gaze slowly lifted toward the young primordial standing in the distance. + +However the shock in Max’s heart was not caused only by the overwhelming strength of that attack. + +There was another reason. + +The burst of energy that had erupted from the primordial’s body felt extremely familiar to him. The moment it collided with him, Max had immediately recognized the nature of that power. + +It was something he himself possessed. + +As he steadied his breathing, Max looked at the young primordial and spoke slowly. + +"Is that the power of the Seven Divine Veins?" + +The young primordial nodded calmly. + +"Yes." + +His expression remained relaxed as he continued. + +"That was the power of the second vein among the Seven Divine Veins." + +He lifted one of his hands slightly as faint energy flowed through his body. + +"It is known as the Vein of Vitality." + +The primordial’s voice remained steady as he explained. + +"This divine vein enhances the vitality of the body to an extreme degree. Once it is opened, the regenerative ability of the body becomes extraordinarily powerful. Even if someone is on the verge of death, the moment the Vein of Vitality begins circulating its power, the body will recover with astonishing speed." + +He looked directly at Max. + +"In other words, even fatal injuries become meaningless." + +The young primordial spoke those words calmly as though describing something ordinary. + +"With this vein opened within the body, surviving near death situations becomes extremely easy." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-151.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-151.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27de8f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-151.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 151: The Result" +slug: "ch-151" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 151 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1248 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Revenna took deep breaths as she glanced at the figure of Max frozen in ice before her. She had never expected that she would have to use all her cards against someone at the level 7 of Apprentice Rank. + +Moreover, she was even forced to use one of her last resorts, a technique she had never anticipated using in the temple. Her master, the Witch of the North, had taught her that technique only for critical situations, but now she was compelled to use it against a level 7 Apprentice Rank genius. + +’Master, forgive me,’ Revenna thought as she stood up and walked towards Max, intending to finish him. + +But she hadn’t walked far when her steps faltered, and her eyes widened in disbelief. + +The ice statue of Max—a result of her Absolute Zero—was melting. Slowly at first, then rapidly, water cascading down in rivulets. + +Within moments, the ice was gone, and Max stood there, alive and unscathed, his body glistening as though he had just emerged from a torrential downpour. + +Revenna’s heart skipped a beat, and a wave of shock coursed through her. She had never witnessed anything like this before. + +’Impossible!’ She thought, her mind racing. Those frozen by Absolute Zero didn’t simply recover. They died—swiftly, irrevocably—encased in a frost that extinguished all life. Even the rare few who managed to resist didn’t escape their fate; their hearts would eventually succumb, freezing over until death claimed them. + +But the man before her defied everything she knew, everything the technique was supposed to represent. + +"How…?" Revenna whispered, her voice trembling slightly despite her effort to remain composed. + +Max’s lips curled into a wry smile, his eyes gleaming. "What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." + +"How did you do that?" Revenna asked, her voice trembling. + +"How did I do that?" Max sighed upon hearing her. After sensing that his flames, under the effect of his 10% Fusion Rate, were ineffective against her ice, he understood that Fusion Rate as a whole would be useless against whatever witchcraft she had used on him. + +Therefore, in the last possible moment, Max used his black flames to protect his heart, knowing that if his heart was alright, then he would be fine too. + +It was a gamble on his part, using the black flames, but he had a feeling they would dominate her ice—and that was exactly what happened. + +Even though he was completely frozen under her technique, his heart never stopped beating due to the black flames, which eventually melted the ice all around his body, freeing him from her grip. + +"It was a gamble on my part," Max said, looking at Revenna. "A successful gamble, as you can tell now." + +Revenna looked deeply at Max, her expression changing several times before she sighed. "I had wanted to get the inheritance of the temple lord myself, but with you here, it seems nobody should even think about it." + +Her tone held a bit of admiration. "You are really strong, and I believe what you’ve shown isn’t even 50% of your power. You’re hiding it too deeply, and that is how it should be for someone who defeated me." + +With those words, she turned to the screen showing the blob of slime and said, "I accept my defeat." As soon as she spoke those words, she found herself back on her pillar. + +"The winner of the first battle is Max Morgan. He will head to the second round," the blob of slime announced loudly. + +A strange silence followed as Max was declared the winner of the battle. No matter which of the remaining ten geniuses, a solemn expression appeared on their faces, with a hint of caution. + +Nobody had expected at the beginning of the battle that Max would defeat Revenna. It sounded so absurd—a level 7 Apprentice Rank genius defeating a level 10 Adept Rank expert. It just didn’t make sense, no matter how one looked at the situation. + +However, it had already happened. The ten geniuses had already witnessed the battle, seen Max’s strength, and watched him win. This led them to regard Max as someone who possessed the power to defeat them. + +"This… This is unbelievable!" Jack, the Mad Sword, said, his face contorted into a crazed smile. "Defeating the top genius of the North without even using your full power is crazy." + +Crown Prince Aelric nodded. "We don’t know how much strength he really showed, but what we do know is that he made his opponent accept her defeat. In a battle, that is the most satisfying moment—making your opponent admit their defeat on their own accord." + +Some of them nodded in recognition of Max’s strength, while others, such as Arthur Gale, only snorted. He didn’t want to believe that someone from the East, whom he considered trash, could be at his level—even if it were true. + +Outside the Temple of Divine, East Region. + +The faces of the five guild masters were full of shock as they witnessed the battle to the last minute until Revenna accepted her defeat. + +Read exclusive content at freewebnovel + +The realization that Max, at level 7 of Apprentice Rank, had defeated Revenna, at level 10 of Adept Rank—the strongest genius of the North—set off a storm in their minds. This was an impossible feat, no doubt, and yet they had witnessed it happen. + +"Aurelia, you have found a gem of a genius for your guild," James said, glancing at her, his voice thick with jealousy. He had wanted to recruit Max for his own guild, but it was a bit too late. + +Kate also nodded, her voice holding admiration for Max. "I believe he is a genius that’s hard to come by—one at the highest level of the Lower Domain." + +Glancing at Aurelia, she continued, "He might be our most valuable asset in the Lost Continent if things proceed well." + +Aurelia looked at Kate, understanding what she meant, but her mind was elsewhere. Her gaze was so focused on Max that she didn’t hear anything else, her thoughts unknown. + +Meanwhile, the master of the Emerald Legion guild gritted his teeth, seeing Max’s otherworldly performance. He felt jealousy—heart-burning jealousy. + +Emerald Legion had always been a step ahead of Phoenix Order guild, but since Aurelia had become the master of the guild, things hadn’t been going well for them. And now, an anomaly of a genius appeared before them in the Phoenix Order guild, capable of defeating top geniuses from other regions. + +’Damn this kid,’ Parker, the leader of the Emerald Legion, fumed in anger as his mind raced with conspiracies to get rid of Max. + +On the other hand, the man in the mask, the leader of the Black Lotus guild, only smiled as he watched Max’s performance, as if he had already anticipated that Max would win the battle. + +Outside the portal leading to the Temple of Divine from the North Region, a woman with black hair and black clothing stood. A green-colored aura emitted from her, spreading all around her. + +Her black lips parted as she witnessed the end of her disciple’s battle. "Someone so low in rank and level managed to survive against Absolute Zero… Interesting." Her eyes gleamed with a green glow as she continued. "Even domain and Ten Thousand Burials of Ice were ineffective against him… A genius of such a level appearing in the Valora continent, and I was unaware of…" Her voice trailed off as she glanced at Max’s figure on the screen. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1510.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1510.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7769dad --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1510.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1503: Revealing Full Strength?" +slug: "ch-1510" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1510 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Second vein of the Seven Divine Veins... the Vein of Vitality?" Max muttered softly as the realization slowly settled in his mind. + +He had not expected the young primordial before him to have already opened the second of the Seven Divine Veins. Opening even the first divine vein was an extremely difficult task that required a special technique and immense control over one’s body and energy. Max himself had only managed to open the first divine vein, the Vein of Origin, after going through tremendous effort. + +However the more he thought about it, the less surprising it seemed. + +The Primordial Race was known to possess ancient techniques that many races in the Divine Realm had never even heard about. Among those techniques were the secret methods required to open the Seven Divine Veins of the body. Since primordials were naturally gifted and had access to such techniques from the beginning of their cultivation journey, it was not strange that a young primordial like the man before him had already opened two divine veins. + +"Did you understand now why I said there is no need for this fight?" the young primordial asked as he smiled calmly. + +"There is simply no comparison between us," he continued. "I am a higher primary being while you are only a lesser secondary being. The gap between our existences alone is already vast." + +His gaze shifted briefly across Max’s body before he added in a composed tone. + +"Especially in your case where your cultivation has only reached the third level of the Rebirth Realm."𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +Max listened quietly. + +Then a faint smile appeared on his face as he slowly nodded. + +"Although I cannot agree with most of what you said," Max replied calmly, "I have to admit something." + +He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. + +"You are the strongest opponent I have ever faced in my life." + +Max’s eyes sharpened as a quiet determination appeared within them. + +"But that does not mean I will simply give up." + +The young primordial looked at him with mild curiosity when he heard those words. + +He had revealed the power of the second divine vein and demonstrated the overwhelming gap in strength between them, yet Max still stood there calmly without a trace of fear. + +That confidence intrigued him. + +"Show me what you have," the young primordial said as a faint smile appeared on his face. + +"Show me whether the full strength of a secondary being like you can truly stand against mine." + +"As you wish," Max said solemnly as he brought his hands together. + +The seven colored lightning that had been flashing around his body continued to surge violently. However instead of spreading outward in chaotic bursts, the lightning suddenly began to tremble as though it were being forced into a far more controlled and compressed state. + +A terrifying concentration of power began gathering around him. + +"Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art," Max whispered. + +The moment he activated the inheritance technique, the lightning surrounding him responded instantly. + +Streams of lightning condensed rapidly in front of his body as thin glowing structures began to form within the air. At first they were only faint lines of light, but as the energy continued to compress, their shapes became clearer. + +A needle appeared. + +It was incredibly small and thin, yet the power contained within it was so concentrated that the surrounding space seemed unable to remain stable around it. The moment the first lightning needle finished forming, the entire arena shook slightly. Fifth level concept of lightning was overflowing the needle. + +The air rippled outward like water struck by a stone. + +Even the young primordial standing across from Max narrowed his eyes slightly. + +That single needle alone contained terrifying destructive force. + +But Max did not stop. + +The lightning around him continued to tremble violently as he compressed more of it into the technique. + +A second needle appeared beside the first. + +Then a third. + +One after another the lightning condensed further and further, forming needle shaped constructs that floated silently around Max’s body. + +One. + +Two. + +Three. + +Four. + +Five. + +Six. + +Seven. + +The first seven lightning needles were created by compressing the seven colored lightning of divine punishment. Each needle possessed a different color that reflected the lightning it had been formed from. Crimson, violet, yellow, blue, orange, indigo and other radiance glowed faintly from the thin needle shaped structures. + +However Max continued channeling more energy. + +Two additional needles slowly appeared beside the first seven. + +The eighth needle was formed from the red lightning he had refined earlier during his cultivation. + +The ninth needle was formed from the blue lightning that he had obtained through another inheritance. + +All nine needles floated around Max. + +The moment the final needle fully formed, the atmosphere of the arena changed dramatically. + +The ground beneath Max began to tremble continuously as though the very foundation of the arena was struggling to support the pressure created by the technique. Thin cracks spread across the surface of the stone floor as waves of lightning energy rippled outward from his position. + +The air itself seemed to grow heavy. + +Even the space between Max and the primordial distorted slightly as the terrifying aura of the lightning needles filled the battlefield. + +Each needle was extremely small, yet the destructive force contained within them was horrifying. + +If a single lightning needle were released, it would possess enough power to shake the entire arena. + +And now there were nine of them. + +The mere existence of those nine lightning needles was enough to cause the entire battlefield to tremble uncontrollably. Violent currents of lightning spread across the air around Max as the needles floated quietly in front of him like silent weapons waiting to be unleashed. + +A terrifying aura radiated from them. + +It was not the chaotic fury of ordinary lightning. + +Instead it was the cold, focused killing intent of a technique designed purely for destruction. + +But Max was far from finished. + +As the nine lightning needles floated around him, a second surge of power erupted from his body. + +Black flames suddenly rose from his skin like a dark inferno. The flames did not spread randomly across the arena. Instead they gathered and surged upward with terrifying intensity as Max activated another inheritance technique. + +Four Divine Beasts Manifestation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1511.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1511.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2450964 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1511.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1504: Almost at full power!" +slug: "ch-1511" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1511 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1206 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment the technique activated, the black flames condensed rapidly as enormous shapes began to form behind him. + +The first form that emerged was a colossal dragon made entirely of black flames. Its body stretched high into the air while its burning scales flickered like endless layers of dark fire. The dragon coiled behind Max with its enormous head raised proudly above him. + +Beside the dragon another massive figure appeared. + +A towering tiger formed from the same devouring black flames stepped forward with immense presence. The beast’s body was broad and muscular while its flaming fur rippled like a sea of dark fire. Its glowing eyes radiated a ferocious aura as it stood behind Max like a guardian ready to tear apart anything that approached. + +Soon a third divine beast emerged. + +A massive tortoise formed from dense layers of black flames appeared with its enormous shell towering high above the battlefield. The flames composing its body burned with heavy weight as if every flicker of fire carried the power to crush mountains. + +Then the fourth manifestation appeared. + +A gigantic phoenix made of black flames rose into existence as its wings spread wide across the air behind Max. Each movement of those flaming wings sent waves of dark fire rippling across the arena. + +The four divine beasts stood behind Max. + +Each one was enormous. + +Their bodies towered like skyscrapers over the battlefield, their blazing forms illuminating the arena with the eerie glow of devouring black flames. + +Unlike before, the manifestations were not attached to Max’s body. + +Instead they stood independently behind him like four ancient guardians watching over their master. The dragon coiled in the sky above him, the tiger crouched beside him with predatory stillness, the tortoise stood like an immovable mountain, and the phoenix hovered above them all with wings of blazing darkness. + +The aura radiating from them was terrifying.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +Each divine beast overflowed with the power of the fifth level concept of flames. The intensity of the flames was far greater than anything Max had displayed earlier in the battle. The fire within those beasts carried an ancient destructive will that made the surrounding space tremble. + +Yet there was something else mixed within that power. + +A darker intent. + +Within the flames of the four divine beasts lurked the unmistakable intent of devouring. + +Although Max had not yet fully deepened his comprehension of the insights he gained while walking the Path to Eternal Flames, he had still managed to grasp the fundamental nature of that cosmic path. Because of that understanding he was able to integrate the devouring intent into his black flames. + +The devouring will flowed through the bodies of the four divine beasts. + +Their flames did not merely burn. + +They consumed. + +The air around them seemed to shrink inward as if the very energy of the arena was being pulled toward the dark flames surrounding those enormous beasts. + +Max’s current mastery over the cosmic path of flames was still extremely limited. Compared to the depth of his severing sword concept it was far behind. + +If the comprehension he possessed over the cosmic path of the severing sword through the emotion severing path had reached roughly ten percent, then his mastery over the cosmic path of flames had only just reached that same ten percent threshold. + +It was still shallow. + +Yet even with such limited understanding, Max poured everything he had learned into the four divine beasts he had created from his black flames. + +The dragon, the tiger, the tortoise, and the phoenix stood behind him as terrifying manifestations of that power. + +Nine lightning needles floated around Max. + +Four divine beasts towered behind him. + +Lightning and devouring flames filled the arena as Max prepared to unleash everything he possessed. + +"I will add another thing," Max muttered quietly. + +The moment those words left his mouth, his body began to glow with brilliant golden radiance as he activated the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. The light that emerged from his body was pure and overwhelming, carrying a sacred aura that spread outward across the battlefield. + +The golden radiance surged through the air like a rising tide of light before flowing directly toward the four towering divine beasts standing behind him. + +Almost instantly the golden light wrapped around them. + +The massive dragon, tiger, tortoise, and phoenix formed from devouring black flames were suddenly covered by layers of luminous golden armor. The radiant light merged perfectly with their flaming bodies, forming protective plates that gleamed brilliantly against the dark fire beneath them. + +Within moments all four divine beasts were clad entirely in golden light armor. + +The transformation was breathtaking. + +The dragon’s enormous flaming body now shone with layers of radiant golden scales that glimmered like divine metal. The tiger’s massive form looked even more ferocious as golden armor flowed across its burning fur. The tortoise appeared even more immovable as its colossal shell hardened under thick layers of luminous light. The phoenix spread its enormous wings as golden flames flickered along the edges of its radiant armor. + +Dark devouring flames and divine golden light existed together in perfect balance. + +The moment this fusion completed, the entire battlefield trembled violently. + +The sky above Max and the young primordial began to shake as waves of energy rippled outward. The golden radiance released by the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline surged upward into the heavens as if answering some ancient call. + +Then something extraordinary began to appear. + +One golden sword formed in the sky. + +Then another. + +Soon a third appeared beside them. + +The swords were made entirely from condensed golden light. Their forms were sharp and elegant as they hovered silently above the battlefield while radiating a sacred aura. + +However the number continued to increase. + +Ten golden swords floated in the sky. + +Within seconds their number rose to one hundred. + +The golden weapons multiplied rapidly as the sky filled with radiant blades that shimmered with divine brilliance. + +Hundreds became thousands. + +In no time the entire sky above Max and the primordial was covered by countless golden swords formed from the power of the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. + +The sheer number of swords created an overwhelming sight. Endless rows of glowing blades hovered in the heavens like a divine army waiting for a command. Their presence filled the arena with immense pressure as the golden light reflected across the battlefield. + +Lightning needles floated around Max. + +Four divine beasts armored in golden light stood behind him. + +And now the sky above them was filled with countless golden swords. + +Max looked at the primordial calmly as he felt the tremendous power surrounding him. + +’The only thing that remains is the Infernal Demon Transformation,’ he thought quietly. + +That transformation would grant him another massive increase in strength. The power it provided was extraordinary and would push his combat ability even higher. + +However Max quickly dismissed the idea. + +The origin of that transformation was deeply connected to a devil whose existence was a taboo in the Divine Realm. Although the power was tempting, Max did not want to risk others know that he had a power related to devils. + +Even without it, the power he had gathered around himself was already overwhelming. + +Lightning, devouring flames, divine bloodline power, and countless golden swords now stood ready under his command. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1512.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1512.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cdfa2bc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1512.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1505: Into the 100th Floor!" +slug: "ch-1512" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1512 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1257 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How is this?" Max asked calmly as he looked toward the young primordial. + +The battlefield around them was overflowing with terrifying power. Nine lightning needles floated around Max like silent weapons capable of tearing apart space itself. Behind him the four enormous divine beasts formed from devouring black flames stood like towering guardians, their bodies clad in radiant golden armor. + +Above them the sky was filled with countless golden swords created from the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, forming a breathtaking sea of divine weapons that illuminated the entire arena. + +The young primordial observed the scene quietly. + +He nodded slowly. + +"You are good," he said calmly. "You have certainly exceeded my expectations." + +His gaze lingered on the manifestations surrounding Max as he continued nodding with genuine approval. + +"If I were to evaluate your talent, I can confidently say that you belong among the finest geniuses within the Divine Realm. However you are only one among many. The Divine Realm is vast and there exist numerous geniuses with talent comparable to yours." + +He paused briefly before speaking again. + +"Anyway, you have already passed the trial of this floor." + +Max frowned immediately when he heard those words. + +"What do you mean?" he asked. "I have not defeated you yet." + +The young primordial smiled faintly. + +"To tell you the truth, this floor is different from the others," he explained calmly. "The ninety ninth floor is the penultimate floor of the Combat Tower and its rules are unique compared to the previous floors." + +"As the guardian of this floor, I possess the authority to kill anyone who arrives here without having opened one of the Seven Divine Veins." + +He looked directly at Max as he continued. + +"However if someone who has already opened any of the Seven Divine Veins appears on this floor, then that person has already satisfied the requirement to pass the trial." + +Max’s expression shifted slightly as he listened. + +"The true condition for clearing the ninety ninth floor is not defeating me," the young primordial said. "The requirement is simply to have opened at least one of the Seven Divine Veins within the body." + +"And you have already done that." + +A calm smile appeared on his face. + +"That means you have already passed the trial of this floor the moment you arrived here." + +Max stood silent for a moment as he processed the revelation. + +The young primordial continued speaking. + +"I did not tell you this earlier because you carry the mark of the Primordial," he said. "When I sensed that mark on you, I became curious. I wanted to see your true strength." + +His gaze shifted toward the lightning needles and the divine beasts behind Max. + +"Now that I have witnessed what you are capable of, there is no longer any reason to continue this facade." + +As he finished speaking, the young primordial’s body suddenly began to glow with golden light. + +Max’s eyes widened slightly when he saw this. + +Realizing that the primordial was about to disappear, Max quickly asked the question that had been lingering in his mind. + +"Where can I find the Primordial Race?" he asked urgently. "I do not know which star realm they reside in." + +The young primordial smiled lightly. + +"Since you carry the mark of the Primordial, your fate is already connected to us," he replied calmly. "Sooner or later you will encounter the Primordial Race." + +"You do not need to concern yourself with such minor matters." + +His figure began to dissolve slowly into glowing particles of golden light. + +"I only hope that the next time we meet, you will have grown far stronger than you are now." + +With those final words, the young primordial’s body broke apart into countless motes of golden light and disappeared completely from the ninety ninth floor of the Combat Tower. + +As the young primordial disappeared into motes of golden light, the scene within the Combat Tower shifted once again. + +Outside the tower, the projections that had been clearly displaying Max’s figure suddenly flickered. + +Then the screens went completely black. + +The sudden change caused immediate confusion among everyone who had been watching the trial unfold with great anticipation. Just moments earlier they had been observing Max standing on the ninety ninth floor surrounded by terrifying manifestations of lightning, flames, and divine light. + +Now there was nothing. + +The projections had completely vanished. + +"What happened?" one of the disciples exclaimed in shock. "Why did the projections suddenly turn black?" + +Another elder stepped forward while staring at the blank screen with a frown. + +"Could it be that some of the runes inside the tower malfunctioned and caused the projection array to stop working?" + +"That does not make sense," another person quickly replied while shaking his head. "The Combat Legion Tower has been functioning perfectly for thousands of years. Not once has such a problem occurred before. I do not think the issue lies with the tower itself." + +Murmurs quickly spread through the gathering. + +Disciples and elders began speculating among themselves, each trying to determine the cause of the sudden blackout. However none of them could reach a clear conclusion. + +The tower had always operated flawlessly. + +There had never been an incident where the projection array stopped displaying the battles occurring within the tower. + +For the first time in a very long time, uncertainty spread among the observers. + +Joe remained silent for a moment as he stared at the dark projection screen with a thoughtful expression. His brows slowly furrowed as he considered the situation carefully. + +Then he spoke. + +"It seems that the tower spirit has blocked the projections," Joe said solemnly. + +The surrounding elders immediately turned their attention toward him. + +"My guess is that Max has already entered the hundredth floor of the Combat Tower," Joe continued. "The tower spirit must have deliberately blocked the projection arrays so that whatever is happening on the hundredth floor cannot be seen by outsiders." + +The moment those words were spoken, a wave of surprise passed through the gathering. + +Mathew Grimes nodded slowly as he considered the possibility. + +"That explanation is highly likely," he said thoughtfully. "The contents of the hundredth floor must be extremely important if the tower spirit itself chose to conceal it from all observers." + +The idea only deepened the curiosity among those present. + +Everyone knew that the hundredth floor had never been reached before. + +For thousands of years the highest anyone had managed to reach was the ninety first floor. Even the powerful geniuses from Violet Star Palace had been unable to defeat the guardian of the ninety eighth floor. + +Now Max had surpassed all those limits and entered a realm that no one had ever witnessed. + +"Elder Joe," Victor Veron asked at that moment while turning toward him, "do you know what exists on the hundredth floor?" + +Joe slowly shook his head. + +"Although my Violet Star Palace was the force that originally discovered two of the Combat Towers," he replied calmly, "no disciple from our sect has ever managed to reach the hundredth floor." + +He paused briefly before continuing. + +"Because of that, no one truly knows what lies there." + +His gaze remained fixed on the dark projection screen. + +"However since the tower spirit chose to hide the contents of that floor, I can only assume that it contains something extremely important." + +Joe’s expression grew slightly thoughtful. + +"It might be some kind of inheritance." + +"Or perhaps something even more extraordinary." + +The seven family heads listened quietly before nodding in agreement. + +Whatever existed on the hundredth floor of the Combat Legion Tower was clearly something the outside world was not meant to witness. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1513.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1513.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4eff77 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1513.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1506: Secrets of the 100th FLoor" +slug: "ch-1513" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1513 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1035 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment the young primordial disappeared from the ninety ninth floor, the surrounding space shifted. + +Max felt a brief distortion pass through the air around him as though the tower itself had gently moved him from one location to another. The battlefield that had been filled with lightning, flames, and divine constructs vanished instantly. + +When the distortion faded, Max realized he was standing in a completely different place. + +He slowly looked around. + +The environment before him looked nothing like the arena of the previous floors. There were no vast battlefields, no defensive barriers, and no signs of combat having taken place there. + +Instead the place looked strangely familiar. + +It resembled a workspace. + +Large tables stood scattered across the room, many of them covered with various tools that Max did not immediately recognize. Some tools appeared to be ancient instruments crafted from unknown metals while others looked more like delicate devices used for precise work. + +Shelves lined the walls of the chamber. + +They were filled with countless books and scrolls stacked neatly one beside another. The number of volumes alone suggested that whoever had worked in this place had spent an extremely long time gathering knowledge. + +Nearby several stands held rows of glass containers. + +Chemical flasks, bottles, and tubes filled with liquids of different colors rested carefully within metal frames. Some liquids glowed faintly with unusual light while others released soft vapors that drifted slowly through the air. + +The entire place gave the impression of a laboratory or workshop rather than the final floor of a combat trial. + +"What is this place?" Max wondered quietly as he began to walk slowly across the floor. + +His eyes moved across the room with curiosity. + +He was certain that this was the hundredth floor of the Combat Legion Tower. The tower spirit had brought him here immediately after the primordial disappeared from the ninety ninth floor. + +Yet this place did not resemble a battlefield at all. + +Instead it looked like a location where someone had worked for an extremely long time. The tools were carefully organized, the books showed signs of frequent use, and even the flasks appeared arranged in a way that suggested deliberate experimentation. + +It almost felt as though someone had lived and worked there for thousands of years. + +Max continued examining the surroundings carefully. + +Just as he was about to approach one of the tables filled with strange instruments, a voice suddenly echoed from behind him. + +"Finally someone other than that primordial has arrived at the hundredth floor." + +The sudden voice startled Max slightly. + +He turned around immediately. + +Standing a short distance behind him was the figure of an old man. + +However the old man did not appear to possess a physical body. + +His form looked like a transparent shadow. His entire figure was faint and slightly blurred, almost like a reflection made of mist. Max could clearly see the objects behind him through his body. + +It was obvious that the old man was not truly alive. + +He was some kind of spiritual projection or lingering soul. + +"Who are you?" Max asked curiously as he looked at the transparent figure of the old man. + +The old man observed him calmly for a moment before answering. + +"I am the creator of this tower." + +Max’s brows lifted slightly when he heard those words. The answer surprised him, yet at the same time it did not feel completely unexpected. The strange laboratory surrounding them and the mysterious nature of the hundredth floor already hinted that whoever resided here must have some deep connection with the tower itself. + +"You created this tower?" Max asked again as he looked around the room. "Then the hundred floors of this tower are some kind of trial?" + +The old man slowly nodded. + +"It is indeed a trial," he replied calmly. "Through this tower I wanted to find a worthy being who could inherit my lifetime of work." + +As he said those words, the old man’s expression turned somewhat complicated. + +He let out a quiet sigh. + +"However it was only after I finished creating the three towers that I realized that I had made a very serious mistake." + +"A big mistake?" Max repeated while frowning slightly. "What are you talking about?" + +The old man did not answer directly. + +"You will understand soon enough," he said quietly as he looked at Max with thoughtful eyes. + +His gaze lingered on Max for a moment before he spoke again. + +"So the young primordial allowed you to pass the ninety ninth floor." + +The old man seemed to be analyzing Max silently as though confirming something. + +"You should know that before you arrived here, the only person who ever managed to reach this floor was that young primordial." + +Max nodded slightly. + +He was not particularly surprised by that information. From the brief exchange he had with the primordial earlier, Max had already sensed how extraordinary his strength was. Even though their battle had only lasted a short moment, the power the primordial displayed was more than enough to defeat all the guardians that existed on the floors below. + +The primordial could have easily ascended the tower if he wished. + +However as Max thought about that, another question suddenly formed in his mind. + +He frowned slightly. + +"Wait a moment," Max said as he looked at the old man. "If the young primordial had already reached the hundredth floor before me, then would he not have already inherited your work?" + +The old man slowly shook his head. + +"It is not that simple," he said calmly. "That young primordial did meet every condition I had established for someone to enter the hundredth floor. However that does not mean I wanted him to inherit my work." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard that.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +"Why?" he asked with genuine curiosity. + +From Max’s perspective, a primordial seemed like the perfect candidate to inherit the lifetime achievements of a powerful expert. The Primordial Race was known as the most powerful race in the Divine Realm. Their talent, their bloodline, and their understanding of the universe far surpassed most other races. + +Allowing such a being to inherit one’s work would normally guarantee that the inheritance would reach unimaginable heights. + +Yet the old man had deliberately refused him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1514.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1514.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86d7d27 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1514.md @@ -0,0 +1,158 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1507: Conflict with Primordials?" +slug: "ch-1514" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1514 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The old man snorted lightly as though recalling something unpleasant. + +"I have some unresolved grievances with the primordials," he said. + +His tone carried clear dissatisfaction. + +"They may be the strongest race in this universe, but they are also among the most arrogant beings I have ever encountered." + +The old man crossed his arms slightly as he continued speaking. + +"In the past I had several dealings with them. Every single one of those exchanges ended with me suffering losses in one way or another. Their pride and their sense of superiority made cooperation extremely unpleasant." + +He shook his head. + +"Because of that, I would rather give my inheritance to anyone in this universe than to a primordial." + +Max listened quietly as the old man continued. + +"There is also another reason," the old man added. "From what I know, the Primordial Race already possesses a partial version of my inheritance." + +He emphasized the words carefully. + +"A half baked version of it." + +"Because of that alone, there was no reason for me to hand over the complete inheritance to them." + +The old man’s gaze shifted toward the tools and books scattered around the room. + +Then he continued speaking in a slower tone. + +"However the main reason goes even deeper than that." + +"All the work I devoted my life to revolves around the path of body cultivation." + +Max’s attention sharpened when he heard those words. + +The old man’s expression gradually became more serious as he continued speaking. + +"The Primordial Race does not value the path of body cultivation," he said slowly. "In fact they openly look down on it." + +"They believe that the path of refining the body is crude and incomplete." + +As he spoke those words, the old man slowly shook his head as though recalling a long history of disappointment. + +"The reason they hold such a view is not entirely without reason," he continued. "The true path of body cultivation was lost a very long time ago." + +His gaze shifted briefly toward the shelves filled with ancient books that surrounded them. + +"In the distant past there once existed complete systems of cultivation dedicated entirely to strengthening the physical body. Those systems were governed by powerful laws that allowed cultivators to refine their flesh, bones, blood, and organs to unimaginable levels." + +He paused for a moment before continuing. + +"However over the countless years that followed, those ancient techniques slowly disappeared. Wars between powerful forces destroyed entire civilizations. Many ancient inheritances were lost or fragmented. The great masters who once understood the body cultivation path vanished from history." + +The old man’s voice became heavier. + +"Even the fundamental laws governing body cultivation gradually faded away from the universe." + +Max listened carefully as the old man continued explaining. + +"Because of this loss, no being within the entire Divine Realm has been able to fully walk the true body cultivation path for countless ages." + +The old man raised a finger slightly as he emphasized the next point. + +"In theory, the body cultivation system is built around the Seven Divine Veins within the body. Opening those veins allows a cultivator to awaken the hidden potential of their physical existence." + +"But due to the disappearance of the ancient laws and techniques, that path has been crippled." + +His eyes grew slightly sharper. + +"In the present era it is almost impossible for anyone to advance beyond the Seven Divine Veins properly." + +He paused before clarifying. + +"In fact, even reaching the higher veins has become nearly impossible." + +"The absolute limit that anyone has been able to reach in this era is the fourth divine vein." + +The old man spoke those words with clear certainty. + +"And even that achievement belongs only to the Primordial Race." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he absorbed that information. + +"Beyond the fourth divine vein," the old man continued, "no one has succeeded since ancient times. The loss of the body cultivation laws made further progress impossible." + +He slowly shook his head again. + +"That is why the modern understanding of body cultivation is incomplete." + +"The primordials observe this incomplete path and conclude that the entire system itself is flawed." + +A faint spark of pride suddenly appeared within the old man’s eyes. + +"But they are wrong." + +He raised his hand and gestured toward the countless books, instruments, and tools that filled the chamber. + +"Everything you see here is the result of my life’s work." + +"For countless years I devoted myself to studying the remnants of the ancient body cultivation path. I searched through forgotten ruins, deciphered lost scriptures, and reconstructed fragments of knowledge that had been scattered across history." + +His voice carried quiet conviction. + +"Step by step I pieced together the missing foundations of that lost path." + +The old man looked directly at Max. + +"My inheritance represents the result of that effort." + +"It is entirely built upon the reconstructed path of body cultivation." + +"So you mean you have found a way to go beyond the Seven Divine Veins?" Max asked excitedly. + +The thought alone caused a surge of anticipation to rise in his chest. Everything the old man had explained so far hinted that the lost body cultivation path might once again be restored. + +However the old man slowly shook his head. + +"If only it were that simple, kid," he replied with a faint sigh. + +The old man then looked directly at Max with a calm yet probing gaze. + +"Tell me something first," he said. "Do you want to inherit my work?" + +Max did not hesitate even for a moment. + +He nodded solemnly. + +"I have already opened the first of the Seven Divine Veins," Max said firmly. "And I plan to open all seven of them." + +His voice carried determination. + +"During my journey I once saw a vision of ancient martial artists who could destroy stars with nothing more than the flick of their fingers." + +Max’s eyes gleamed faintly as he recalled that vision. + +"I want my body to reach that level of strength and power one day." + +The old man watched Max silently for a moment. + +Then a slow smile appeared on his face. + +"A body capable of destroying stars, you say." + +He could clearly see the sincerity within Max’s eyes. The hunger for strength within the young man was genuine and unrestrained. It was not simple arrogance or reckless ambition. + +Max truly desired to reach that level of power. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1515.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1515.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d3cc1d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1515.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1508: Overlord Body Codex" +slug: "ch-1515" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1515 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1460 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The old man nodded slightly as though satisfied with what he saw. + +"Come here," he said. + +Max stepped forward without hesitation and walked closer to the old man’s transparent figure. + +Although the old man’s body appeared like a shadow made of mist, there was still a faint sense of presence surrounding him. + +The old man raised his hand slowly. + +Then he tapped lightly on Max’s forehead. + +"Here," the old man said calmly. "This contains the entirety of my life’s work." + +"I am giving it all to you." + +The moment his finger touched Max’s forehead, an enormous surge of information poured directly into Max’s mind. + +It felt as though countless ancient scriptures, diagrams, cultivation methods, and theories were suddenly unfolding inside his consciousness all at once. The sheer amount of knowledge was overwhelming, yet Max’s mind instinctively began absorbing it. + +His eyes widened slightly as he processed the information flowing through him. + +Then his eyes began to shine with excitement. + +"Overlord Body Codex," Max muttered in shock. + +"This is the cultivation method for opening the Seven Divine Veins." + +The revelation astonished him. + +Although Max had previously learned how to open the second divine vein from the giant dwarves, that knowledge was incomplete. Their teachings only contained the method required to unlock the second vein. + +Even the dwarves themselves did not possess the complete path required to open all seven divine veins. + +But the knowledge now flowing through Max’s mind was different. + +The Overlord Body Codex contained the full cultivation system dedicated to unlocking every one of the Seven Divine Veins. + +"This part only contains the first four divine veins," the old man said slowly as he looked at Max with a calm but serious gaze. + +Max could feel the massive stream of knowledge that had just entered his mind slowly settling down. + +The Overlord Body Codex was not a simple cultivation technique. It was an entire system of body cultivation filled with countless theories, diagrams, and step by step methods explaining how to awaken the divine potential hidden inside the human body. + +Even with Max’s sharp mind, it would take time for him to fully digest everything that had been given to him. + +"If you follow the methods contained within this technique," the old man continued, "you will have a chance to open the first four divine veins. However I must make something clear to you. The codex only shows you the path. Whether you can actually walk that path or not depends entirely on your own ability." + +He paused for a moment before continuing his explanation. "As for the final three divine veins, the method to reach them does not exist within this tower. The knowledge you received is only half of the Overlord Body Codex. The remaining part of my work is hidden inside another tower that is similar to this one." + +Max listened carefully as the old man continued speaking. + +"There are two towers in total that contain my work. This tower holds the first half of the codex. The second tower holds the remaining part that explains the methods to unlock the final three divine veins." + +The old man’s expression grew more solemn as he added another condition. + +"However there is something important you must understand. Even if you manage to find the second tower, you will not be able to obtain the rest of the Overlord Body Codex unless you have already opened the first four divine veins. The inheritance hidden within that tower will remain invisible to anyone who has not completed the first half of the path." + +Max nodded slowly as he absorbed the meaning of those words. The path laid before him was not simple at all. Before he could even search for the second tower, he would first have to successfully unlock four divine veins inside his own body. + +The old man then sighed deeply as his expression turned much more serious. + +"However I must warn you about something very important," he said slowly. "Even though I have developed a method for opening the last three divine veins, that method is still only a theory." + +His voice carried a hint of regret as he continued. + +"The Overlord Body Codex represents the results of my research and my lifetime of effort. It is not an absolute truth written by the laws of the universe. As I told you earlier, the true laws governing body cultivation have already faded away from this world. Because those laws disappeared long ago, the path of body cultivation has been blocked for countless ages." + +He looked directly at Max as he spoke the next words. + +"Because of this, opening the fifth, sixth, and seventh divine veins will be extremely difficult. In fact it should have been completely impossible. The disappearance of the body cultivation laws means that the natural mechanisms required to unlock those veins no longer exist." + +The old man slowly shook his head. + +"For countless years no cultivator in the entire Divine Realm has been able to go beyond the fourth divine vein. Even the Primordial Race, which possesses the most advanced techniques for body cultivation, has never managed to surpass that limit." + +He then continued speaking with a heavy tone. + +"The Overlord Body Codex attempts to bypass that limitation by using alternative cultivation principles that I discovered during my research. In theory it should allow someone to reach the final three divine veins. However the risks involved are enormous." + +The old man’s eyes became extremely serious as he finished explaining. + +"If someone attempts to open the last three divine veins using the Overlord Body Codex, there are only a few possible outcomes. One possibility is success. Another possibility is death. The final possibility is that the person survives but becomes permanently crippled." + +He sighed again. + +"In the past the chance of opening the last three divine veins was effectively zero percent. No one had any possibility of doing it. However with the complete Overlord Body Codex, that chance increases slightly." + +The old man looked directly into Max’s eyes. + +"Now there is perhaps a one percent chance that it might succeed." + +"This is great!" Max said with clear excitement in his voice. The knowledge he had just received was far beyond anything he had imagined when he first stepped into the Combat Legion Tower. + +Even though the path ahead was filled with uncertainty and danger, the mere existence of a possibility to walk beyond the limits of the Seven Divine Veins filled him with determination. + +"Even if there is only one percent chance, I will still go for it," he said firmly. + +In Max’s mind, a one percent chance was already far greater than zero. As long as the path existed, no matter how narrow it might be, he would walk it with everything he had. + +The old man watched him for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his face. Max’s reaction did not surprise him. Throughout his long life he had seen countless cultivators who desired power, but very few possessed the kind of resolve that Max was showing now. + +Most people would hesitate when faced with a path where death and crippling failure were equally likely outcomes. Max, however, seemed to see only the opportunity hidden within the risk. + +"Apart from this tower and the second tower where the remaining half of the Overlord Body Codex is kept, there exists yet another tower that is very similar to these," the old man said slowly. His voice carried a thoughtful tone as if he were recalling something from the distant past. "That tower is the third tower." + +He continued speaking as he gestured slightly toward the surroundings of the laboratory like chamber. "To be honest, the two towers where my inheritance is hidden were inspired by that third tower. I studied its structure and its principles for many years before I built these two towers. In a way you can say that the third tower was the inspiration behind my own creation." + +The old man looked directly at Max as he spoke the next words. + +"One day I want you to attempt to ascend that third tower." + +Max nodded without hesitation. The determination in his eyes had not faded at all. "I will," he said confidently. For someone like him, a challenge like that only made the journey ahead even more exciting. + +However Max quickly realized something important. + +"But there is a problem," he added while frowning slightly. "I do not even know the location of the second tower that contains the other half of the Overlord Body Codex. If I cannot find that tower, then the third tower you mentioned will be even more impossible to locate." + +He looked at the old man with curiosity. + +"Where are these towers located?" Max asked. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1516.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1516.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4699b67 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1516.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1509: Saint Reiner!" +slug: "ch-1516" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1516 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"The first replica is this one, the tower you are currently standing in," the old man said calmly as he looked around the vast chamber. His transparent figure seemed to flicker faintly as the dim light of the laboratory reflected through his form. + +"The second replica should be somewhere close to this Verdant Sky Star Realm," he continued. "You will have to search for it on your own. I did not leave a clear path or coordinates for it. Only someone who is destined to walk the body cultivation path deeply enough will eventually discover its existence." + +Max listened carefully as he absorbed that information. + +"As for the third tower," the old man continued, his voice becoming slightly heavier, "that one is different." + +He looked upward slightly as though remembering something from a very distant past. + +"The third tower is the original tower that inspired me to build the two replicas. In truth, everything you see here was created after I studied the principles of that tower for many years." + +His gaze returned to Max. + +"That original tower exists in a very special place within the Divine Realm." + +He paused briefly before adding another sentence. + +"I believe you will eventually reach it one day if you truly pursue the peak of this Divine Realm." + +Max slowly nodded as he processed the old man’s words. + +"So the second replica is somewhere close to the Verdant Sky Star Realm," he murmured. + +Since the tower was located within the same general region of space, Max felt confident that he would eventually discover it. The Divine Realm was vast, but if the tower truly existed near the Verdant Sky Star Realm then finding it would only be a matter of time. + +The old man then spoke again with a much more solemn tone. + +"Before you leave this tower, there are certain things you should know." + +Max immediately turned his full attention toward him. + +The old man’s expression became serious. + +"I am not an unknown figure within the Divine Realm," he said slowly. "In my lifetime I was quite well known." + +He folded his hands behind his back as he continued speaking. + +"I came from a powerful force known as the War God Palace." + +The moment those words were spoken, a faint sense of pride appeared in his voice. + +"The War God Palace is one of the strongest first rate forces in the entire Divine Realm." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly when he heard that. + +Even within the vast hierarchy of the Divine Realm, first rate forces were the absolute giants that stood at the peak of power. A force strong enough to be counted among them must possess terrifying influence and strength. + +The old man then looked directly at Max. + +"Throughout my life I have been known by many different names." + +A faint smile appeared on his face. + +"But you can simply call me Saint Reiner." + +Saint Reiner then turned his gaze toward Max once more. A faint glow appeared beside him and soon a ring slowly materialized in the air between them. The ring floated quietly, spinning slowly as if carried by an invisible force. + +Its surface was engraved with extremely delicate runic markings that seemed ancient and profound. Even though Max had only just seen it, he could already sense that the ring was no ordinary object. + +"This ring contains more thorough research on the body cultivation path," Saint Reiner said as he looked at Max calmly. "I spent a large portion of my time studying the forgotten theories behind body cultivation. Everything that I discovered beyond the Overlord Body Codex is stored inside this ring. I figured you would need it if you truly intend to walk the path beyond the Seven Divine Veins." + +Max did not hesitate even for a moment. He reached out and accepted the ring with both hands. The moment it touched his palm, he could faintly feel the presence of a vast amount of knowledge hidden within it. + +Although he had already received the Overlord Body Codex, it was clear that the contents of this ring were meant to guide him even further on that dangerous path. + +Saint Reiner watched him for a moment before speaking again. + +"There is one last thing that you must remember," he said in a solemn tone. "You must visit the War God Palace." + +Max raised his head slightly when he heard that. + +"Since you are the inheritor of my lifetime’s work, you are already considered a disciple of the War God Palace," Saint Reiner continued. "However that is only in name. I want you to one day go there and register yourself officially as a disciple of my force." + +Max lowered his head slightly as he answered respectfully. + +"Saint Reiner, I do not know where the War God Palace is located and I cannot be certain whether I will even be able to reach such a place," Max said humbly. "But I promise that I will try my best." + +Saint Reiner smiled faintly when he heard those words. + +"Do not worry about that," he said calmly. "I believe that even before you manage to meet me in person, I will already have a chance to witness you in action." + +Max frowned slightly at those words. + +"How?" he asked with curiosity. + +Saint Reiner’s smile widened slightly. + +"The Cosmic Ascension Conference," he said. + +Max’s eyes sharpened the moment he heard that name. + +"I believe that you will certainly take part in that tournament," Saint Reiner continued calmly. "The Cosmic Ascension Conference is the greatest stage in the entire Divine Realm where the strongest geniuses from countless star realms gather together."𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +He spoke with a tone that carried clear significance. + +"Every genius from third rate forces to the most powerful first rate forces will appear there. They compete with each other for one purpose." + +"To claim the title of the strongest genius of the Divine Realm." + +Saint Reiner then looked at Max with a calm yet meaningful gaze. + +"If you participate in that tournament, I will naturally have a chance to see you in action. I truly hope that you will take part in it. Once you step onto that stage, you will be exposed to many of the first rate forces that dominate the Divine Realm." + +His voice grew heavier as he added another sentence. + +"That experience will allow you to truly understand how vast the Divine Realm really is." + +"Cosmic Ascension Conference," Max repeated quietly while nodding slowly. + +He had already heard this name once before from Lucia, but at that time he had not fully understood how important that event truly was. Now after hearing Saint Reiner speak about it, the significance of that tournament became much clearer. + +A faint smile appeared on Max’s face as a plan slowly formed inside his mind. + +’I should participate in this tournament,’ he thought quietly. ’If I can become the strongest genius there or at least reach the top ten, many powerful forces will try to recruit me.’ + +Max’s eyes flickered with determination. + +’And when that happens, I will choose the strongest force among them.’ + +He understood very clearly that one day he would have to face the Elven Race. The conflict between them was unavoidable. If he wanted to challenge a race as powerful as the elves, he would need a strong force standing behind him. + +In Max’s mind, the Cosmic Ascension Conference had suddenly become the perfect opportunity to obtain that backing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1517.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1517.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddf5d91 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1517.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1510: Max Coming Out!" +slug: "ch-1517" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1517 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1146 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Now you can go," the old man said calmly as his transparent figure began to fade slowly into the air. His form flickered like a faint shadow dissolving into light, yet his gaze remained firmly fixed on Max. + +Before his presence completely vanished, he spoke one final sentence. + +"Remember this clearly. Whatever happened on the hundredth floor must remain a secret." + +Max nodded silently. He understood the meaning behind those words. The knowledge of the Overlord Body Codex, the existence of the second tower, and everything related to Saint Reiner’s inheritance could not be revealed carelessly. + +The old man’s figure slowly dissolved into countless faint particles of light until nothing remained. + +The chamber that had once felt alive with his presence suddenly became silent. + +"Is this over?" Max muttered quietly as he let out a long breath. + +Before he could think further, the surrounding space began to distort once again. A soft pulling sensation passed through his body as the tower itself transferred him out of the hidden chamber. + +The next moment his figure disappeared from the hundredth floor of the Combat Legion Tower. + +A brief flash of light appeared at the base of the tower. + +When the light faded, Max was standing on the ground outside the tower once again. + +For a moment there was complete silence among the crowd gathered around the projection platform. Many of the disciples and elders had still been staring at the darkened projection screens, trying to guess what might be happening inside the tower. + +Then someone suddenly noticed the figure standing near the tower. + +"Look! Max appeared outside the tower!" + +The shout instantly drew everyone’s attention. + +"He is back!" + +The disciples immediately erupted into excited murmurs as they rushed their gaze toward the entrance of the tower. + +"So the trial has finally ended?" + +"What happened after the projections turned black?" + +"Did he pass the last floor?" + +The crowd quickly filled with speculation. + +Since the projections had been cut off before they could witness what happened inside the tower, everyone was extremely curious about the outcome of Max’s trial. + +Some disciples even began forming their own conclusions. + +"Max is truly the greatest genius of the Black Dragon Clan," one of them said excitedly. "I guess the tower simply did not want us to see his performance on the hundredth floor." + +"That must be it," another disciple agreed quickly. "Otherwise why would the tower spirit block the projections at that exact moment?" + +The elders and the seven family heads were also staring at Max with intense expressions. + +Mathew Grimes was the first among them to react. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at Max standing safely outside the tower. The moment he saw him appear, a deep sense of relief and excitement surged through his heart. + +"He came out," Mathew said quietly as a smile appeared on his face. "That means the trial has ended." + +Victor Veron and the other family heads also exchanged glances with each other. + +Although none of them could see what happened inside the tower after the projections went dark, the mere fact that Max had returned safely already spoke volumes about his success. + +Even Elder Joe was staring at Max with an unusually serious expression. + +For someone who had witnessed countless geniuses throughout his life, the performance Max had shown today had completely overturned his expectations. The young man had not only shattered the long standing record of the Black Dragon Clan but had also reached heights that even the disciples of Violet Star Palace had never achieved. + +Joe slowly let out a breath as he watched Max. + +"That kid..." he muttered quietly. + +A faint smile gradually appeared on his face. + +"He truly is extraordinary." + +Max ignored the excited murmurs and countless voices rising around him. The moment he stepped out of the Combat Legion Tower, he did not bother answering the disciples who were trying to call out to him or the elders who were watching him closely. Instead he walked calmly across the open ground until he arrived before Lady Virelia. + +"You did good," Lady Virelia said with a warm smile as she looked at him. + +Max returned the smile and gave a small nod. He did not say much. The trial inside the tower had been far more complicated than anyone outside could imagine. Although he appeared calm on the surface, his mind was still processing everything that had happened on the hundredth floor. + +As he stood beside Lady Virelia, Max could clearly feel numerous gazes fixed on him. The disciples from the Black Dragon Clan, especially the direct disciples belonging to the seven major families, were staring at him with complicated expressions. Some of those gazes carried admiration while others were filled with disbelief. + +Through the heightened perception of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, Max could even sense individuals who were observing him from a distance without moving their heads directly toward him. + +Among them he noticed Lucia. + +She was looking at him with a solemn expression, her gaze unusually focused. + +’I did reach the hundredth floor,’ Max thought quietly to himself. In the eyes of the others, the sudden disappearance of the projections had created an air of mystery around his final performance. Because of that, many of them probably believed that his achievement inside the tower had been even more extraordinary than what they had already witnessed. + +Soon the Combat Legion Tower trial continued as the next participant stepped forward. + +After Max, it was Zain’s turn. + +Zain walked into the tower with a determined expression. The crowd once again focused their attention on the projection arrays as the tower began displaying his progress floor by floor. + +His performance was impressive. + +Zain advanced steadily through the tower, defeating one opponent after another as he climbed higher and higher. Eventually he managed to reach the ninety first floor, repeating the same milestone that Max had achieved earlier. + +The moment he defeated the opponent guarding the ninety first floor, many of the disciples erupted into cheers. + +However his journey stopped soon after. + +When Zain entered the ninety second floor and faced the guardian there, the battle became extremely difficult. Although he fought fiercely and displayed extraordinary strength, he was ultimately unable to overcome the opponent. + +Moments later his figure was expelled from the tower. + +Despite the defeat, reaching the ninety second floor had already proven his exceptional talent. + +After Zain, Isabella stepped forward. + +The atmosphere around the trial grounds grew tense once again as everyone watched her attempt. + +Isabella climbed through the floors with great skill and composure. Her progress was steady and powerful, demonstrating why she was considered one of the greatest geniuses of the Black Dragon Clan. + +Eventually she reached the ninety first floor as well. + +However unlike Max and Zain, Isabella was unable to defeat the guardian there. After a fierce battle she was ultimately forced out of the tower. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1518.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1518.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..424f1de --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1518.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1511: End of the Hundred Battle Trial!" +slug: "ch-1518" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1518 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1075 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Following them, the remaining disciples of the Black Dragon Clan entered the tower one after another. + +Each disciple displayed their own abilities as they attempted to climb as high as possible. + +Many of them successfully crossed the seventieth floor, which was already considered an outstanding achievement for most cultivators. However there were also quite a few who struggled to even reach that level. + +By the time the final disciple completed the trial, the overall results of the Combat Legion Tower test were considered extremely good. + +The fact that Max and Zain had both managed to cross the ninety first floor had already brought great honor to the Black Dragon Clan. + +Just then a powerful figure appeared once again near the center of the trial grounds. + +Grand Elder Waller stepped forward. + +"Everyone, the grand trial has now come to an end," he announced with a loud and steady voice. + +The murmuring among the disciples gradually quieted as they turned their attention toward him. + +"There were many disciples who performed exceptionally well during this trial," Grand Elder Waller continued. "Because of that, appropriate rewards will be granted to them." + +He paused briefly before adding the next announcement. + +"In addition, the three positions for True Disciples will now be awarded to the three most outstanding participants." + +As he finished speaking, Grand Elder Waller turned his gaze toward the group standing nearby. + +"I would like to request the seven family heads and our honored guest Elder Joe to personally reward these disciples." + +At Grand Elder Waller’s words, the seven family heads and Elder Joe slowly rose from their seats. The atmosphere around the trial ground immediately became solemn. Every disciple present understood that the moment they had been waiting for had finally arrived. The rewards and recognitions of the grand trial were about to be announced. + +Mathew Grimes stepped forward first. + +As the head of the Grimes Family, his presence alone commanded attention. The murmuring among the disciples gradually faded as all eyes focused on him. His gaze moved across the gathered disciples before finally settling on Max. + +"Max Morgan," Mathew Grimes said with a firm yet approving tone. + +Max stepped forward calmly. + +Everyone present knew that Max’s performance in the Combat Legion Tower had been unparalleled. Reaching such heights had not only broken the long standing records of the Black Dragon Clan but had also brought immense pride to the clan itself. + +Mathew Grimes looked at Max for a moment before continuing. His gaze was steady and filled with approval, yet there was also a hint of pride in his eyes. + +The performance Max had displayed during the grand trial had not only surpassed the expectations of the seven families but had also elevated the reputation of the entire Black Dragon Clan. + +"Your performance in the Combat Legion Tower and the Path to Eternal Flames has exceeded all expectations," Mathew Grimes said in a clear and authoritative voice that echoed across the entire trial ground. "You have brought great honor to the Black Dragon Clan." + +For a brief moment he paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle among the gathered disciples and elders. Many of them were already nodding in agreement. What Max had achieved that day was something that had never happened in the long history of their clan. + +Mathew Grimes then spoke again. + +"After discussing this matter with the other family heads, we have reached a decision." + +His voice grew even more solemn as he continued. + +"We have decided to grant you the title of Saint." + +A ripple of confusion passed through the crowd for a brief instant before Mathew Grimes finished the announcement. + +"You, Max Morgan, will become the first Saint of the Black Dragon Clan." + +The moment those words were spoken, the entire gathering erupted in shock. + +A wave of stunned murmurs spread rapidly among the disciples and elders standing around the trial ground. Many of them looked at each other with disbelief as they tried to process what they had just heard. + +There had never been a Saint in the history of the Black Dragon Clan.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Throughout the countless years of the clan’s existence there had been several individuals who were granted the title of Saintess, but not once had there ever been a Saint. + +Now that title had been given to Max. + +The significance of the announcement was enormous. + +The disciples stared at Max with wide eyes. Some looked at him with admiration while others could not hide the envy in their expressions. Becoming a True Disciple was already considered an incredible achievement within the clan, yet the title of Saint placed Max in an entirely different position. + +It meant that he was now recognized as the greatest genius the Black Dragon Clan had ever produced. + +Mathew Grimes watched the reactions calmly before nodding once more. + +Then he added another announcement. + +"Aside from that, Max, Zain, and Isabella will all be elevated to the position of True Disciples of the Black Dragon Clan." + +His voice carried clearly across the gathering. + +"The three available seats for True Disciples will belong to the three of them." + +The crowd reacted once again as the final results of the grand trial were confirmed. + +At that moment Elder Joe also stepped forward. + +Unlike the family heads of the Black Dragon Clan, Elder Joe represented the powerful Violet Star Palace. His presence alone carried an aura of authority that made many disciples instinctively straighten their posture. + +Joe looked at Max carefully for a moment before speaking. + +"You performed very well," he said with a faint smile. + +"For someone at the third level of the Rebirth Realm to achieve such results inside the Combat Legion Tower is truly impressive." + +His gaze carried genuine appreciation. + +"I hope that one year from now I will see you again." + +Max looked at him with curiosity. + +Joe continued speaking. + +"In one year there will be a gathering between many third rate forces across the nearby star realms. The purpose of that meeting is to allow the younger generation of each force to interact and compete with one another." + +His expression grew slightly more serious. + +"I hope that you will represent the Black Dragon Clan at that meeting." + +Joe then nodded slightly. + +"It would be interesting to see how far your talent can go when compared with the geniuses of other third rate forces." + +Though he said those words, he already believe Max’s talent was on the level of the 1st-rate forces. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1519.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1519.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3906168 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1519.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1512: Meeting Lady Virelia!" +slug: "ch-1519" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1519 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped forward calmly and bowed toward the seven family heads and Elder Joe. His movements were respectful and steady, yet the entire atmosphere around him had already changed. The title of Saint carried a weight that every disciple present could clearly feel. + +"Thank you to the Family Heads and Guest Elder Joe for the rewards," Max said respectfully. His voice was neither arrogant nor overly humble. It carried a calm sincerity that reflected his determination. "I will do my best to not let you all down." + +The seven family heads nodded with satisfaction. Elder Joe also looked at Max with a faint smile. From the moment he had seen Max’s performance inside the combat tower, he had already understood that the young man standing before them possessed extraordinary potential. It was the kind of potential that could one day shake entire star realms. + +Just then Elder Waller rose into the air once again, his figure hovering above the trial ground as he looked down at the thousands of gathered disciples. His voice carried across the entire area with a powerful authority. + +"With this, the Grand Trial of the Thirty Six Halls has officially come to an end." + +The moment those words were spoken the tense atmosphere that had filled the area finally began to dissolve. The disciples who had been holding their breaths during the trial slowly relaxed as conversations began to spread among the crowd. + +Many of them were still discussing Max and the unbelievable feats he had achieved during the trial. Some spoke about the ninety eighth floor of the combat tower while others whispered about the mysterious moment when the projections had turned black. For many disciples it felt as if they had just witnessed the birth of a legend within the Black Dragon Clan. + +Soon the disciples began moving in groups toward the enormous star shuttle waiting in the distance. The massive vessel stood like a floating mountain on the open ground, its metallic surface reflecting the faint glow of the surrounding sky. + +This star shuttle would carry them back to the Black Dragon Palace. + +Max also began walking toward the shuttle along with the other disciples. Even as he walked he could feel countless gazes following him from every direction. Some disciples stepped aside to give him space as he passed while others watched him quietly with complicated expressions. + +The title of Saint had already placed him far above the ordinary disciples of the clan. + +Just as Max was about to step onto the shuttle, a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears. + +"Come to my office when you arrive at the Black Dragon Palace." + +Max stopped for a brief moment and turned his head slightly. + +Not far away, Lady Virelia stood calmly among the elders. Her expression was as composed as always, yet her eyes carried a faint hint of curiosity as she looked toward Max. + +Max understood immediately that she wanted to speak with him about something important. + +He gave a slight nod in acknowledgment before continuing toward the star shuttle along with the other disciples. + +---- + +Back in the Black Dragon Palace, the excitement created by the grand trial slowly began to settle. The enormous palace returned to its usual rhythm as disciples resumed their cultivation and elders returned to their duties. + +However, the discussions about Max’s performance continued to spread throughout the halls and courtyards of the clan. Everywhere people spoke about the young man who had climbed to the highest floors of the combat tower and had been granted the unprecedented title of Saint. + +Max himself did not involve himself in those discussions. After returning from the trial grounds he spent the entire day resting quietly inside his residence. Although his body had already recovered from the battles inside the tower, his mind needed time to settle after everything he had experienced. + +The encounters on the ninety eighth and ninety ninth floors were still fresh in his memory, especially the meeting with the young primordial and the inheritance he had obtained on the hundredth floor. + +The next day, once his mind had become calm again, Max left his residence and headed toward Lady Virelia’s office. + +When he arrived at the familiar chamber inside the palace, Lady Virelia was already waiting for him. She sat behind her desk with the same composed expression she always carried. Her presence was quiet yet commanding, and the moment Max entered the room he could feel the calm authority surrounding her. + +"Sit down," Lady Virelia said. + +Max nodded respectfully and took the seat offered to him. + +Lady Virelia then raised her hand slightly and a ring floated toward him. + +"Here. Take this." + +Max accepted the ring carefully and examined it for a brief moment. + +"This ring contains the Bone of the Red Horn Dragon," Lady Virelia explained calmly. "This was the bet I won from Elder Seraphina. I believe this should be enough for you to open the second divine vein of the Seven Divine Veins." + +Max’s eyes brightened slightly when he heard this. He could already sense the powerful aura contained inside the ring even without examining its contents directly. + +"Thank you, Master," Max said respectfully as he nodded. "It is enough." + +For a brief moment he paused as if thinking about something. + +Then he spoke again. + +"But Master, I will also need more things related to dragons. Things like bones, blood, or any other remains of dragons that are considered useless." + +Lady Virelia looked at him with curiosity. + +Max continued calmly. + +"My cultivation requires a large amount of draconic essence. If I can obtain more dragon remains, I will be able to strengthen my foundation further before opening the second divine vein." + +He had not forgotten about the Dragon Scales Transformation and the Draconic Essences within his body. Those powers were one of his greatest advantages, and he had no intention of letting them fall behind as his cultivation increased. Before advancing further on the path of the Seven Divine Veins he wanted to strengthen those aspects of his power as much as possible. + +Lady Virelia smiled faintly when she heard his request. + +"That is an easy matter," she said. "The Black Dragon Clan does not lack materials related to dragons. After all, our entire clan was built upon the inheritance of dragon bloodlines." + +She leaned back slightly as she continued. + +"I will arrange for a disciple to deliver several dragon remains to your residence. You can use them however you wish." + +"Thank you," Max replied with a grateful nod. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-152.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-152.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b8fd62 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-152.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 152: Unfathomable Amelia" +slug: "ch-152" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 152 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1291 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Inside the temple, Max found himself back in his pillar. + +"Alright, now the battle from Group B will commence," the blob of slime announced as Amelia and Bruce appeared on the stage, surrounded by the pillars. + +Max glanced at them, intrigued by their match. From what he had heard, Amelia was known to be the strongest of the geniuses from the five guilds, excluding the Black Lotus guild, as not much was known about them. + +Although he hadn’t seen her fight, her reputation spoke for itself. + +On the other hand, he didn’t know anything about Bruce. Max was a complete stranger to him in terms of any knowledge. He had only met him briefly when Anton had wanted him to familiarize himself with the team entering the Temple of Divine. + +On the stage, Amelia glanced at Bruce, her expression calm. "Do your best." + +Bruce took a deep breath and pulled out a spear. It was a long spear, red in color, with a pitch-black spearhead at the tip. + +Pointing the spear at Amelia, he said, "I will use my three strongest attacks against you, and if you are still not down after that, then I will accept my defeat." His voice was calm. It wasn’t arrogance that led him to say those words, but rather an understanding that he didn’t have a chance against her. + +The Phoenix Order guild, Knights of Valor, and Lionheart Guild were on good terms with each other, especially Phoenix Order and Lionheart Guild. Because of this, the three guilds would often collaborate on dungeon raids and other activities. + +During one of those missions, Bruce and Amelia had been part of the same team. It was during that time that Bruce had seen her true strength for the first time. That moment made him realize that he would, and could, never surpass Amelia. + +"Do your best," Amelia repeated, also drawing a sword. She rested both hands on the hilt and waited for Bruce to make his move. + +Bruce nodded firmly, gripping his spear with unwavering determination. Almost immediately, a Level 3 Flame Aura erupted from his body, radiating waves of fiery energy that danced and flickered wildly in the air. + +The fiery aura began to condense, flowing steadily toward the tip of his spear, coiling and intensifying like a predator preparing to strike. At first, the flames were faint, flickering with a soft orange glow. But as Bruce channeled more of his power, the intensity surged. + +The flames at the tip of the spear grew fiercer, burning with a searing heat that turned from orange to a deep, menacing crimson. The sheer energy radiating from the weapon began to scorch his arms, leaving faint burn marks on his skin—a testament to the untamed ferocity of his attack. + +Finally, when the fiery aura reached its peak, the spearhead underwent a breathtaking transformation. The flames twisted and spiraled, forming a blazing tornado of fire, its sharp edges spinning outward with deadly precision. + +The tornado of flames wasn’t just destructive; it was alive, roaring with an otherworldly heat. Its aura was so intense that the stage beneath Bruce’s feet began to warp and melt, pools of molten rock forming where the heat touched. + +"Spear of Annihilation!" Bruce shouted, thrusting his spear at Amelia. + +"Spear of Annihilation? Really?" Max sighed, hearing him call out such a cliché name, considering he also had a move called "Blade of Annihilation." + +There was some distance between Bruce and Amelia, but the moment Bruce thrust his spear at her, it was as though he teleported right in front of her, leaving behind a trail of orange light. + +The tornado of flames, swirling violently at the tip of his spear, hurtled toward Amelia, its heat and destructive power palpable even from afar. Yet, to everyone’s shock, Amelia stood still. Not a single muscle moved as the devastating attack closed in on her. + +Enjoy new stories from freewebnovel + +The top geniuses gasped as they witnessed this. + +"What is she doing?" Jack the Mad Sword found himself perplexed by her actions—or rather, her lack of action. + +"Maybe we’ll see something special from these ’trashes of the East,’" Arthur Gale sneered, eager to witness the East making a fool of itself. + +Only Crown Prince Aelric’s expression seemed solemn as he glanced at Amelia with utmost seriousness. + +Max also found himself questioning her actions. His eyes narrowed, his expression a mix of concern and intrigue. + +’That attack is no joke,’ he thought, his brows furrowing. ’A Level 3 Flame Aura condensed into a spear—it could incinerate anything in its path. Does she think she’s untouchable?’ + +The fiery tornado closed the final gap between them, just a hand’s distance away from her body. And then, something impossible happened. + +The tornado froze.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +Not literally—it didn’t lose its heat—but it was as though an invisible wall had materialized between Amelia and the attack. The flames churned and screamed against the barrier, unable to move even an inch closer. + +"No!" Bruce roared, veins bulging on his arms as he gripped the spear with all his might. He poured every ounce of strength he had into the attack, his aura blazing brighter. The arena groaned under the strain—the stone beneath their feet melted in some places and fractured in others, chunks of rock splintering away under the immense heat and pressure. + +But no matter how much force Bruce exerted, no matter how intense the flames or the momentum of his thrust, the spear refused to advance. It was as though the attack had reached an unbreakable barrier. + +"Move!" Bruce shouted, frustration turning his voice raw as he dug his heels into the melting stage. His flames flared with even greater ferocity, licking at the edges of his spear and scorching the air. Yet the distance between the tornado and Amelia’s calm, impassive face remained untouched. + +Looking at Amelia’s calm and composed face as if it were nothing for her to block his attack like this, Bruce felt frustrated. "Damn it!" He withdrew his spear as the flames of the tornado at the tip of the spear dissipated completely. + +He retreated slightly, raising his hand forward as flames began to condense atop his palm. Slowly, they transformed into a sphere and began taking the shape of a lotus. + +As Bruce prepared to launch his next attack, Max remained frozen in place, his mind replaying the moment when Amelia had effortlessly stopped the devastating spear strike. His wide eyes betrayed the turmoil within. + +’That feeling...’ Max thought, his brows furrowing as the sensation resurfaced in his memory. It was faint yet undeniable—something he had encountered before. + +And then, the realization struck him like a thunderbolt. + +’The sensation Amelia emitted when she blocked Bruce’s attack—it’s the same feeling I got near the hidden chambers in the dungeons,’ Max reflected, his thoughts spiraling deeper. + +His breathing steadied as he pieced it together, the fragmented memories aligning with precision. + +’I could sense the hidden chambers because of my Three Dimensional Body skill,’ Max reasoned, recalling how that skill allowed him to perceive the subtle distortions of space and reality. ’But this time, I didn’t even activate the skill, and yet, I felt it... from her.’ + +Max’s gaze fixed on Amelia as he pondered the connection between the two cases. + +’The hidden chambers in the dungeons were spaces detached from reality—a void, a realm outside the norm. What if...?’ Max’s heart pounded as the pieces clicked into place. ’What if Amelia used something similar? To block Bruce’s attack, she must have manipulated space—or even the void itself. That’s why the attack never touched her. It didn’t fail; it couldn’t reach her.’ + +His thoughts surged with clarity, yet his chest tightened. This understanding didn’t settle his mind; it provoked a storm within. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1520.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1520.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4cbdb9c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1520.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1513: Importance of the gathering!" +slug: "ch-1520" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1520 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lady Virelia then became slightly more serious as she continued speaking. + +"Now, about the reason I called you here." + +She raised two fingers as she explained. + +"The first reason is to take you to our ancestral chamber. As the newly appointed Saint of the Black Dragon Clan, you now have the right to enter that place and choose any inheritance technique you wish to practice." + +Max listened attentively as she spoke. + +"The second reason," she continued, "concerns another matter." + +Lady Virelia looked directly at Max. + +"Do you remember Elder Joe who appeared during the grand trial?" + +Max nodded immediately. + +How could he possibly forget that person. + +Elder Joe had appeared in the middle of the trial and had spoken with the seven family heads as if he were their equal. Although the family heads had tried to hide it, Max could clearly sense that they treated Elder Joe with a certain level of caution and respect. + +It was obvious that Elder Joe’s identity was far from ordinary. + +"Yes, I remember him," Max replied. "He seemed to hold a very important position." + +Lady Virelia nodded slowly when she saw that Max still remembered Elder Joe. Her expression became slightly more serious as she began to explain the matter in greater detail. + +"He is an elder of the Violet Star Palace," she said calmly. "That force is one of the strongest third rate forces in the entire Divine Realm. Their influence spans across multiple star realms, and their disciples are well known for their strength and discipline." + +Max listened quietly as she continued. + +"Elder Joe came here to deliver an invitation," Lady Virelia explained. "Our Black Dragon Clan has been invited to participate in a gathering that will be held by a second rate force. This gathering is not limited to us alone. Many third rate forces will be sending their most talented disciples, and it is almost certain that several second rate forces will also send their own geniuses to take part." + +Max immediately understood that such a gathering would not be a simple meeting. + +Lady Virelia continued speaking. + +"The purpose of this gathering is very clear. It is meant to give the younger generation one final opportunity to improve themselves before the Cosmic Ascension Conference begins. During the gathering the participating geniuses will be allowed to exchange techniques, spar with each other, enter small trial grounds prepared by the hosting force, and obtain guidance from experts belonging to higher forces." + +She paused briefly before continuing. + +"Such opportunities are extremely valuable for cultivators who come from third rate forces like ours. Normally it would be very difficult for our disciples to interact with geniuses from second rate forces. However, during this gathering everyone will be placed within the same environment. This allows the disciples to test their strength against a much broader range of opponents and gain new insights into their cultivation." + +Max could already imagine how intense such a gathering would become. + +Lady Virelia then leaned slightly forward as her tone became more solemn. + +"Right now the entire Divine Realm is focused on one event," she said. "The Cosmic Ascension Conference." + +Max had already heard the importance of this conference from Saint Reiner. + +"The Cosmic Ascension Conference is not simply a tournament," Lady Virelia continued. "It is the single largest gathering of geniuses in the Divine Realm. Every star realm sends its most talented disciples to compete. The number of participants reaches a scale that most people cannot even imagine." + +She paused again before explaining further. + +"This conference determines far more than individual reputation. The results of the conference influence the standing of entire forces. A force whose disciples perform exceptionally well can rise in status and gain recognition across the Divine Realm. A force that performs poorly may lose its prestige and fall behind its rivals." + +Max realized immediately why the elders of the clan were paying so much attention to this event. + +"For the forces themselves," Lady Virelia said, "the conference determines whether they will ascend toward becoming a first rate force or slowly decline toward the level of weaker third rate forces." + +She then looked directly at Max. + +"But for the participating geniuses the meaning is even greater." + +Her voice became slightly softer as she continued. + +"For them the conference is the stage where the title of the strongest genius in the Divine Realm is decided. The disciples who stand at the very top of that stage will become figures whose names spread across countless star realms." + +Because of this reason, the entire Divine Realm was already preparing for the upcoming conference. + +"Many forces have begun pouring enormous amounts of resources into their younger generation," Lady Virelia said. "Rare cultivation materials, secret techniques, and guidance from powerful elders are all being given to their geniuses. Every force hopes that their disciples will shine during the Cosmic Ascension Conference." + +She then returned to the topic of the gathering. + +"The meeting organized by that second rate force serves the same purpose," Lady Virelia concluded calmly. "It is meant to strengthen the disciples of the participating forces before the Cosmic Ascension Conference begins. For someone like you, Max, it will be an extremely valuable opportunity." + +Her gaze remained fixed on him as she continued. + +"Your current strength is still too weak when compared to the true geniuses of the Divine Realm. The disciples who will participate in the Cosmic Ascension Conference are not ordinary talents. Most of them will already have stepped into the Law Refinement Realm. Some among them may even be standing at the peak of that realm." + +She spoke these words without hesitation, as if stating an unavoidable truth. + +"This gathering will allow you to face opponents far stronger than the ones you have encountered so far. You will see how the geniuses from powerful forces cultivate, how they comprehend the laws of the universe, and how they fight. More importantly, it will give you the opportunity to improve your own strength before the conference begins." + +Lady Virelia leaned back slightly before continuing in a thoughtful tone. + +"The gap between you and the strongest geniuses of the Divine Realm is not small. However, the advantage you possess is your potential. If you are given enough time and the right opportunities, you may be able to close that gap faster than anyone expects. This meeting is one of those opportunities." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1521.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1521.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2247fcb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1521.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1514: Ancestral Chamber of Black Dragon Clan!" +slug: "ch-1521" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1521 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1294 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max listened carefully and nodded slowly. + +He clearly understood what Lady Virelia was saying. + +At present, his cultivation was still too low. + +Max was currently only at the third level of the Rebirth Realm. Although his combat power far exceeded his cultivation level, the gap between realms in the Divine Realm was enormous. + +The geniuses who would appear in the Cosmic Ascension Conference were individuals who had been nurtured by powerful forces since childhood. Their resources, inheritances, and cultivation environments were far beyond what most cultivators could imagine. + +After the Rebirth Realm came the Law Awakening Realm. + +This was the stage where cultivators began to awaken their understanding of the fundamental laws that governed the universe when the law embryo in their bodies turned to law seeds. Only by awakening those law seeds could one step onto the true path of divine cultivation. + +Beyond the Law Awakening Realm was the Law Refinement Realm. + +Cultivators at this level did not merely awaken the laws. They refined them, strengthened them, and integrated them deeply into their own existence. Their attacks were no longer based purely on spiritual power or techniques. Instead, they wielded the power of the laws themselves. + +Max knew very well how terrifying such cultivators could be. + +Even with all the advantages he possessed, he was still two major realms away from that level. + +That meant he still had a long path ahead before he could stand among the top geniuses of the Divine Realm. + +Max took a quiet breath as these thoughts passed through his mind. + +"I understand," he said calmly. + +Although the gap was large, his determination did not waver. + +If the geniuses of the Divine Realm were already standing at the Law Refinement Realm, then he would simply cultivate faster and reach that realm himself. The Cosmic Ascension Conference might still be years away, but those years would decide whether he remained an insignificant cultivator or rose to stand among the strongest talents of the entire Divine Realm. + +Max’s eyes gradually became more resolute. + +He already knew what he had to do. + +He had to grow stronger. + +"Alright, let us take you to the ancestral chamber of our Black Dragon Clan," Lady Virelia said as she slowly stood up from her seat. + +Max also rose from his chair and followed her without hesitation. Although he maintained a calm expression, curiosity had already begun to stir within his heart. The ancestral chamber of a force like the Black Dragon Clan was certainly not an ordinary place. + +It was where the most valuable inheritance techniques of the clan were preserved, and the opportunity to enter such a place was something even the most talented disciples could only dream about. + +Soon the two of them left the Black Dragon Palace and traveled toward the inner region where the main grounds of the Black Dragon Clan were located. The atmosphere there was solemn and dignified. The buildings were ancient and majestic, and the entire area carried an aura of deep history that had accumulated over countless years. + +When they arrived at the entrance of one of the inner halls, they were greeted by Mathew Grimes. + +The head of the Grimes Family stood there calmly as if he had already been waiting for them. + +"So what type of inheritance do you prefer, Max?" Mathew Grimes asked as the three of them began walking through a long corridor. + +The hallway stretched forward like a tunnel carved through time. The stone walls on both sides were decorated with ancient carvings depicting dragons flying through the heavens, warriors battling terrifying beasts, and cultivators performing extraordinary techniques. + +The faint glow of energy flowing through the runes embedded in the walls illuminated the corridor with a quiet golden light. + +Max pondered for a moment before answering. + +"Since I am allowed to choose any inheritance from the ancestral chamber, I would like to select three inheritance techniques," he said calmly. "The first one should focus on close combat. The second one should be a long range technique. The third one should be something that combines both styles." + +Mathew Grimes nodded with satisfaction when he heard this. + +"That is a reasonable choice," he replied. "Our ancestral chamber contains many techniques. You will certainly have plenty of options." + +After walking through the long corridor for some time, the three of them finally arrived before an enormous door. + +The door was made of dark metal that seemed to have existed for countless years. Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns of coiling dragons, and the eyes of those dragons glowed faintly as if they possessed their own consciousness. Ancient runes were carved around the edges of the door, forming a complex formation that protected the chamber behind it. + +This was the entrance to the ancestral chamber of the Black Dragon Clan. + +Not many disciples were allowed to enter this place. + +Even the direct disciples of the seven families did not possess the authority to step inside whenever they wished. Only those disciples personally chosen by the family heads were permitted to enter the ancestral chamber in order to receive an inheritance. + +However, Max now held the title of Saint. + +As the first Saint in the history of the Black Dragon Clan, he possessed the authority to enter the ancestral chamber at any time. + +Mathew Grimes placed his hand on the surface of the massive door. The runes surrounding it began to glow faintly as the protective formation recognized his identity. + +Slowly the enormous door opened. + +The moment the door parted, a deep and ancient aura flowed out from the chamber like a silent tide. + +Max stepped inside along with Lady Virelia and Mathew Grimes. + +The interior of the ancestral chamber was vast and majestic. + +It was not a simple room but a massive hall that extended far into the distance. The ceiling arched high above like the dome of a palace, supported by towering pillars carved from black stone. Each pillar was engraved with dragon patterns that seemed almost alive, their scales and claws crafted with astonishing detail. + +Soft streams of spiritual energy flowed throughout the chamber, creating a tranquil yet powerful atmosphere. + +The inheritance techniques of the Black Dragon Clan were carefully preserved within this enormous hall. + +Throughout the chamber stood countless stone pedestals arranged in long rows. Upon each pedestal rested an ancient jade slip, a crystal sphere, or a sealed scroll containing the knowledge of a particular technique. Some inheritances were also stored within special artifacts that glowed faintly with spiritual light. + +Above every pedestal floated a small inscription formed from energy. These inscriptions recorded the name of the technique, its classification, and the type of combat style it represented. + +Some areas of the chamber contained techniques focused entirely on close combat. In those sections the aura of strength was thick and heavy, and the jade slips resting on the pedestals radiated powerful energy that hinted at destructive martial arts designed for direct battle. + +Other sections contained techniques suited for long range combat. In those areas the artifacts emitted sharp and refined waves of energy, suggesting techniques capable of striking enemies from great distances with overwhelming power. + +There were also special sections where more complex inheritance techniques were preserved. These techniques combined multiple combat styles and were often far more difficult to master. The energy around those pedestals felt deeper and more mysterious, as if the techniques contained within them held secrets waiting to be uncovered. + +The entire ancestral chamber felt like a treasury of martial knowledge accumulated by the Black Dragon Clan over countless generations. + +Max stood quietly for a moment as he looked across the vast hall. + +Even with his calm temperament, he could not help but feel impressed by the sheer number of inheritance techniques preserved within the chamber. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1522.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1522.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..165cf0a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1522.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1515: Black Flames Inferno Furnace Art" +slug: "ch-1522" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1522 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Go ahead and choose whatever you like," Mathew Grimes said with a faint smile as he gestured toward the vast ancestral chamber. + +Max nodded slowly before stepping forward. + +He began walking through the enormous hall with careful attention, his gaze moving from one pedestal to another as he studied the inheritances preserved within the chamber. Although the hall contained countless techniques, he did not allow himself to be distracted by their sheer number. Earlier he had already explained what he was searching for, so he focused only on those inheritances that matched his requirements. + +Some techniques were clearly meant for brute strength. Others focused on speed or specialized weapon arts. There were also techniques that revolved around controlling certain elements such as lightning, wind, or earth. Each pedestal contained an ancient jade slip or a sealed scroll that radiated its own unique aura. + +Max moved slowly through the chamber while reading the introductions recorded above the pedestals. + +Occasionally he paused to examine a technique more closely, but most of them did not fully satisfy what he wanted. Some were powerful but lacked versatility. Others specialized in one particular aspect of combat while neglecting the others. + +Max wanted something different. + +He wanted a technique that could strengthen his overall combat ability rather than focusing on a single area. + +After searching for some time, his steps suddenly came to a halt. + +His eyes had landed on a jade slip resting quietly upon a dark pedestal near the center of the hall. The moment he approached it, he could feel a faint heat radiating from the artifact as if a dormant flame was sealed within it. + +Above the pedestal floated an inscription formed from ancient runes. + +Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art. + +Max read the introduction carefully. + +This inheritance technique contained five stages. + +Each stage of the technique was designed to strengthen the practitioner’s combat power while simultaneously increasing their physical strength, movement speed, and control over flames. Instead of focusing on only one aspect of cultivation, the technique worked by refining the user’s black flames within their body like a furnace. As the flames became more refined, they would naturally strengthen every part of the cultivator’s body and abilities. + +It was a versatile inheritance technique. + +Exactly what Max had been searching for. + +The description further explained that each stage of the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art required the practitioner to compress and condense their black flames into lotus shaped cores within their body. As these lotus cores formed and evolved, they would transform the user’s flames into a far more powerful and controlled state. + +Max’s eyes brightened slightly. + +Without hesitation he reached forward and took the jade slip from the pedestal. + +Behind him Mathew Grimes had been quietly observing his movements. When he saw the name of the technique Max had chosen, his expression changed slightly. + +"Oh," Mathew Grimes said with a faint chuckle. "You chose the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art." + +Max turned toward him with curiosity. + +"Yes," he replied. "This technique seems very suitable for me." + +Mathew Grimes nodded slowly before speaking again. + +"This inheritance technique has been in the possession of the Black Dragon Clan for thousands of years," he explained. "However, for some reason nobody in the clan has ever been able to cultivate it successfully." + +Max looked at him with surprise. + +"No one?" he asked. + +Mathew Grimes shook his head. + +"The difficulty of this technique lies in its foundation," he said. "To reach the first stage the practitioner must compress their black flames into a single lotus inside their body. That alone requires an extremely high level of control over the flames. Most cultivators cannot even begin to achieve that level of compression without losing control of their power." + +He paused briefly before continuing. + +"As for the later stages, the difficulty increases exponentially. By the time someone reaches the fifth stage they must compress all of the black flames in their body into five separate lotus cores." + +Mathew Grimes smiled faintly. + +"Such a feat is considered nearly impossible." + +Max listened quietly as he processed the information. + +Mathew Grimes continued explaining. + +"In the entire history of the Black Dragon Clan, only one person has ever managed to cultivate this technique to any significant degree." + +He glanced toward Lady Virelia briefly before continuing. + +"That person was a Saintess of our clan from many generations ago. Her talent with black flames was extraordinary. Even so, she was only able to reach the third stage of the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art before she could not progress any further." + +His gaze returned to Max. + +"Beyond the third stage the compression required for the technique becomes so extreme that even the most talented cultivators have failed to achieve it." + +Mathew Grimes then shrugged lightly. + +"That is why this technique has remained in the ancestral chamber for thousands of years without anyone mastering it." + +Despite hearing this explanation, Max’s expression did not show any hesitation. + +Instead his eyes seemed to shine with even greater interest as he looked down at the jade slip in his hand. + +Max continued studying the jade slip of the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art for a few moments before finally nodding to himself. The technique was extremely demanding and the difficulty described by Mathew Grimes was not something he took lightly. + +However, the very things that made it difficult were also what made it valuable to him. The technique strengthened multiple aspects of combat at the same time, and the idea of refining his black flames into lotus cores inside his body intrigued him greatly. + +"I like this one," Max said calmly as he placed the jade slip into his storage ring. "So I will take it anyway." + +Mathew Grimes gave a light shrug. + +"It is your choice," he replied. + +He did not try to discourage Max any further. Although the technique was notoriously difficult, Max was not an ordinary disciple. His performance in the Combat Legion Tower had already proven that he possessed an unusual level of talent and determination. + +Max nodded and began searching for his next inheritance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1523.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1523.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a7f727c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1523.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1516: Black Flames Sword Canon" +slug: "ch-1523" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1523 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1108 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The ancestral chamber was vast, and the number of techniques preserved within it was astonishing. Row after row of pedestals stretched into the distance, each one holding a technique created by generations of cultivators from the Black Dragon Clan. + +However, as Max continued looking through the chamber, he realized that not every technique was suitable for him. + +Some inheritances were focused entirely on weapon arts designed for cultivators who specialized in spears or halberds. Others were defensive techniques that emphasized protection rather than offensive combat. There were also techniques that required specific bloodline abilities that Max did not possess. + +Although the chamber was filled with powerful techniques, only a small portion of them could truly increase his combat prowess in a meaningful way. + +Max spent a long time walking through the chamber, reading the introductions of many different techniques. Occasionally he would pause for a moment before shaking his head and moving on to the next pedestal. + +Lady Virelia and Mathew Grimes watched him quietly from behind without interrupting his search. + +Eventually Max stopped before another pedestal. + +The jade slip resting on it emitted a faint heat similar to the one he had felt earlier, although the aura surrounding this technique was much more unstable and explosive. + +Above the pedestal floated the name of the inheritance. + +Black Flames Explosive Burst. + +Max carefully read the introduction recorded above the jade slip. + +The concept behind the technique was surprisingly straightforward. + +Any construct formed from his black flames could be transformed into an explosive core using this technique. Whether it was a flame weapon, a flame barrier, or even a small fragment of black fire, he could convert it into a destructive bomb that could be detonated at any moment. + +The technique relied on compressing violent energy inside the flame construct until it reached an unstable state. When released, the explosion would unleash the stored energy with tremendous destructive force. + +Max’s eyes showed clear interest as he considered the possibilities. + +The technique might not appear as grand or complicated as some of the other inheritances in the chamber, but its practicality was undeniable. The ability to turn any flame construct into a sudden explosive attack could become extremely useful in real combat situations. + +More importantly, it worked perfectly with his existing abilities. + +Max already possessed an extraordinary control over black flames. If he combined that control with a technique designed specifically to detonate those flames, the results could become extremely unpredictable for his enemies. + +"I will take this one," Max said with a satisfied smile. + +Mathew Grimes glanced at the jade slip and nodded. + +"Hmm. This technique is used by quite a few disciples of the clan," he said. "It is relatively easy to learn compared to most inheritance techniques. Many disciples practice it because of its practicality." + +Max smiled faintly as he stored the jade slip inside his ring. + +The simplicity of the technique did not bother him at all. In many cases the simplest techniques were the ones that proved most effective in real combat. + +With two inheritances already chosen, Max began searching the chamber for his final technique. + +He moved slowly through the vast ancestral hall once again, his gaze carefully scanning the countless pedestals arranged throughout the chamber. Each pedestal held an inheritance technique that had been preserved by the Black Dragon Clan over many generations. + +Some were ancient jade slips sealed with powerful formations while others were scrolls or crystal spheres that emitted faint waves of spiritual energy. + +At first glance the chamber seemed like a treasury filled with endless opportunities. However, as Max continued walking and reading the introductions of each technique, he gradually realized that finding the right inheritance was not as simple as it seemed. + +There were indeed many powerful techniques in the ancestral chamber. + +Some techniques specialized in strengthening the body and enhancing raw physical strength. Others were focused entirely on movement techniques that allowed cultivators to move like shadows across the battlefield. + +There were also several inheritance techniques dedicated to defensive arts that could create powerful shields capable of blocking devastating attacks. + +However, Max quickly understood that not every powerful technique was suitable for him. + +Many of the inheritances required a completely different cultivation style from the one he practiced. Some techniques demanded the practitioner to focus entirely on body refinement while abandoning elemental cultivation. + +Others required the user to cultivate a specific weapon for many years before the technique could even be used properly. + +Max shook his head several times as he moved from one pedestal to another. + +Although the ancestral chamber contained hundreds of techniques, most of them would not significantly increase his combat prowess in the way he needed. + +What Max required was something that could directly complement his existing abilities. + +He already possessed powerful flame techniques through his black flames. He also had extraordinary speed and strength through the Storm King’s inheritance and the power of the Seven Divine Veins. On top of that he had his sword techniques and lightning abilities. + +Because of this, many techniques that specialized in only one narrow aspect of combat were simply unnecessary for him. + +Max spent a long time searching through the chamber, occasionally stopping to read the details of a technique more carefully before quietly moving on again. + +Lady Virelia and Mathew Grimes followed behind him at a relaxed pace. Neither of them interrupted his search. They both understood that selecting an inheritance technique was an important decision for any cultivator. + +After examining dozens of inheritances, Max eventually let out a quiet sigh. + +"There are many techniques here," he said thoughtfully, "but most of them do not suit me." + +Mathew Grimes nodded slightly when he heard this. + +"That is normal," he replied. "Every cultivator walks a different path. Even if an inheritance technique is powerful, it does not mean it will benefit everyone." + +"How about I choose one for you?" Lady Virelia suddenly said as she watched Max continue his search through the ancestral chamber. + +Max paused and turned toward her. + +"Which one?" he asked calmly. + +Lady Virelia lifted her hand slightly and pointed toward a pedestal located near the far end of the hall. The pedestal stood slightly apart from the others and the jade slip resting upon it emitted a faint yet steady aura of heat. + +"That one," she said. + +Max followed the direction of her hand and walked toward the pedestal. As he approached, the faint heat surrounding the jade slip became more noticeable, carrying the familiar presence of black flames. + +He looked at the inscription floating above the pedestal and read its name quietly. + +"Black Flames Sword Canon." + +Max’s interest was immediately drawn to it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1524.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1524.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d2789aa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1524.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1517: Saint’s Privilege!" +slug: "ch-1524" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1524 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Behind him Lady Virelia continued speaking. + +"Since you are a sword user, I believe this inheritance technique could become one of your strongest trump cards," she explained. "This technique was specifically designed for cultivators who fight with swords. It is considered one of the most refined sword techniques within the Black Dragon Clan that utilizes black flames." + +She folded her arms lightly as she watched Max examine the jade slip. + +"I believe it will suit your fighting style very well." + +Max carefully picked up the jade slip and allowed his spiritual sense to scan the information recorded within it. As he read through the introduction of the technique, a faint smile slowly appeared on his face. + +"Hm. This is indeed to my liking," he said as he nodded lightly. + +According to the records contained within the jade slip, the Black Flames Sword Canon was a sword technique that perfectly integrated the power of black flames into sword combat. When the technique was activated, the practitioner’s sword would become coated with a dense layer of black flames. + +These flames were not merely decorative. + +They would refine and sharpen the sword’s edge while greatly amplifying its destructive power. The stronger the cultivator’s mastery over the technique, the more intense the flames coating the blade would become. + +This layer of black flames would enhance both the sharpness and the raw strength of the sword, turning every strike into a devastating attack capable of cutting through even the toughest defenses. + +The Black Flames Sword Canon contained nine stages of mastery. + +Each stage required the practitioner to refine their control over black flames while integrating that control into their swordsmanship. As the stages advanced, the flame coating around the sword would become denser, hotter, and far more destructive. + +The final stage described within the jade slip was almost unbelievable. + +According to the records, a cultivator who reached the ninth stage of the Black Flames Sword Canon would possess a sword capable of destroying entire worlds with a single swing. + +Max slowly lowered the jade slip after reading the final description. + +Even he could not help but feel impressed by the ambition behind the technique. Although reaching such a level was something that lay far in the future, the potential contained within the technique was undeniable. + +Mathew Grimes also stepped closer and looked at the jade slip in Max’s hand before nodding approvingly. + +"That is a very good choice," he said. "The Black Flames Sword Canon is considered one of the strongest sword inheritances preserved within our ancestral chamber." + +Max closed his hand around the jade slip and stored it together with the other two inheritance techniques he had chosen. + +"You do not have to be in a hurry," Mathew Grimes said with a relaxed smile as he looked at Max. "Since you are now the Saint of our clan, the ancestral chamber will always be open to you. If there ever comes a time when you feel that you need another inheritance technique, you may return here and choose one again." + +His tone carried a calm assurance, as if this privilege was something completely natural for Max’s position. + +Max listened to him and nodded lightly. + +"If that is the case, then I am satisfied for now," he replied calmly. + +He had already obtained three inheritance techniques that suited his combat style perfectly. The Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art would strengthen his overall power and refine his flames. + +The Black Flames Explosive Burst would provide a practical and versatile offensive method. + +The Black Flames Sword Canon would become a powerful trump card that could amplify his swordsmanship to terrifying levels. + +For the moment, that was more than enough. + +Mathew Grimes nodded with approval. + +"Good," he said. + +Then he turned toward Lady Virelia. + +"Virelia, take Max back to the Black Dragon Palace. I believe he will be very busy for the next few days." + +Lady Virelia gave a small nod in response. She clearly understood what Mathew Grimes meant. Max had just obtained several powerful inheritances and valuable cultivation resources. He would certainly spend the next period of time cultivating and digesting everything he had gained. + +Without wasting any time, Lady Virelia led Max out of the ancestral chamber. + +The massive door of the chamber slowly closed behind them as the protective runes returned to their silent state. Soon the two of them walked through the long corridor once again and left the inner grounds of the Black Dragon Clan. + +Before long they arrived back at the Black Dragon Palace. + +The towering palace stood proudly against the sky, its dark structures reflecting the deep heritage of the clan. Disciples and elders moved throughout the palace grounds as usual, yet many of them could not help but glance toward Max when they saw him. The news of his new title as Saint had already spread across the palace, and his presence now carried a very different weight. + +When they reached the entrance of the residential area, Lady Virelia stopped. + +"You should focus on cultivating these techniques," she said calmly. "If you encounter any difficulties, you may come to me." + +Max nodded respectfully. + +"Understood." + +With that the two of them parted ways. Lady Virelia walked toward another section of the palace while Max headed toward his own residence. + +The corridors of the palace were quiet as he walked back to his room. His mind was already planning the next steps of his cultivation. Opening the second divine vein would require careful preparation, and he also needed to begin studying the inheritance techniques he had just obtained. + +However, just as he arrived at the entrance of his room, Max suddenly noticed that someone was already standing there. + +A slender figure waited quietly near the doorway. + +Max stopped for a moment before recognizing her.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +It was none other than Isabella Lumin. + +The Saintess in training stood there with her usual composed posture. Her long hair flowed gently behind her and her gaze was fixed directly on Max as if she had been waiting for his arrival for quite some time. + +Max looked at her for a brief moment. + +Then a slightly mischievous smile slowly appeared on his face. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1525.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1525.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e394d13 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1525.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1518: Fulfill her bet!" +slug: "ch-1525" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1525 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Miss Isabella, what are you doing here?" Max asked with a relaxed smile as he walked up to the door of his residence. + +He stopped a short distance away from her and looked at the young woman who stood waiting there. + +Isabella Lumin looked visibly uncomfortable. Her usually composed expression had become slightly tense, and she bit her lower lip for a moment before answering him. + +"Do not act like you know nothing," she said in a low voice. "I am here to fulfill my end of the bet since I lost to you." + +Max’s smile widened slightly when he heard that. + +"You mean you want to be my maid for the next ten years?" he asked with an obvious hint of amusement in his voice. + +The moment those words left his mouth, Isabella’s face immediately turned bright red. The embarrassment was so obvious that even the faint glow of the palace lanterns could not hide it. For a brief moment she looked as if she wanted to say something sharp in response, yet she forced herself to remain calm. + +Her expression soon shifted again as the redness faded and a faint trace of anger appeared. + +"Do not get your hopes up," she said through clenched teeth. "Once I fully awaken my Imperial Bloodline, I will challenge you again. When I defeat you, this ridiculous bet will immediately become void." + +Max listened to her words and nodded slowly as if he was seriously considering the possibility. + +"I see," he replied calmly. "That will probably take quite a long time." + +He then looked at the closed door behind her before speaking again. + +"For now you should act like a proper maid and open the door for me." + +Isabella’s hands clenched slightly when she heard him say that. + +For a moment it looked as if she might actually strike him. The thought of obeying such a command clearly irritated her deeply. In the world they lived in, status and strength determined everything. A maid was considered someone of the lowest position within a household. + +For someone like Isabella, who had grown up with the pride of a noble bloodline and the title of Saintess in training, accepting such a role was almost unbearable. + +However, she had come here fully aware of what the bet meant. + +She took a deep breath. + +Then another. + +Slowly she forced herself to calm down. + +Without saying another word, Isabella stepped forward and pushed the door open. + +Max watched the scene with clear amusement in his eyes. Seeing the usually proud Isabella reluctantly acting as his maid was far more entertaining than he had expected. + +With a satisfied smile, he walked past her and entered his residence. + +"You may come in as well," he said casually. + +Isabella hesitated for a moment before following him inside. Once she stepped through the doorway, she quietly closed the door behind them. + +"What in the hell happened here?" + +"Am I seeing things or did the Saintess in training just enter the Saint’s house?" + +"What is going on? Do they have some sort of relationship?" + +"Do not tell me the Saint has already made the Saintess fall for him!" + +"No! I refuse to believe it! There must be something else going on! How could our Saintess be charmed by the Saint? I will not believe it!" + +Voices of disbelief rose one after another outside the residence as the disciples gathered there stared at the closed door in stunned silence. Only moments earlier they had clearly seen Isabella Lumin follow Max into the house before shutting the door behind them. + +For several seconds nobody spoke. + +Then the quiet courtyard erupted into a storm of whispers. + +In truth there had already been many disciples wandering around this area for the past day. Ever since Max had returned from the grand trial and was declared the first Saint in the history of the Black Dragon Clan, curiosity about him had reached its peak among the younger generation. + +Max had already been a well known figure after taking the Sword of the Sovereign and defeating powerful opponents during the grand trial. However, his reputation had completely exploded after he reached the highest floors of the Combat Legion Tower and received the unprecedented title of Saint. + +For many disciples he had suddenly become a figure almost mythical within the clan. + +Because of that reason, groups of curious disciples had begun quietly passing by his residence throughout the day. Some hoped to catch a glimpse of him while others simply wanted to confirm with their own eyes what kind of person the new Saint really was. + +However, none of them had expected to witness something like this. + +The Saintess in training of the Black Dragon Clan had just walked into the Saint’s residence. + +The shock was so great that several disciples were still rubbing their eyes as if they suspected they had imagined the entire scene. + +"That was definitely Isabella Lumin," one disciple said in a hushed voice. "I saw her clearly." + +Another disciple nodded quickly. + +"I saw her too. She followed him inside without hesitation." + +A third disciple frowned deeply as he looked toward the closed door. + +"What kind of relationship do they even have?" + +The question hung heavily in the air. + +Isabella Lumin was not just any disciple. She was the Saintess in training of the Black Dragon Clan and a genius whose reputation had spread throughout the clan long before Max arrived. + +Her status and talent placed her at the very top among the younger generation. + +Yet now she had entered the house of the newly appointed Saint. + +Several disciples immediately began forming their own conclusions. + +"Maybe the Saintess really has feelings for him," someone whispered cautiously. + +The moment those words were spoken, several others reacted immediately. + +"Impossible," another disciple said firmly. "Our Saintess would never be so easily charmed." + +"Yes. There must be some other reason." + +Even though they tried to deny it, the expressions on their faces showed that the possibility had already planted itself in their minds. + +The disciples continued whispering among themselves as they stared toward Max’s residence. + +Inside the quiet courtyard the door of the Saint’s house remained closed, leaving everyone outside with nothing but their own imagination to fill the silence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1526.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1526.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..67542f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1526.md @@ -0,0 +1,158 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1519: Max’s Plan" +slug: "ch-1526" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1526 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1256 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Once inside the residence, Max walked calmly toward the center of the room and lowered himself onto the couch. The house was quiet and spacious, with soft lighting illuminating the interior. Shelves containing cultivation manuals and materials lined one wall while several training weapons rested neatly on a rack near the far side of the room. + +Isabella remained standing beside him. + +Her posture was stiff and awkward as she stood there with her hands lightly clenched at her sides. The pride she normally carried as the Saintess in training had clearly been suppressed by the situation she had placed herself in. + +Max glanced at her briefly and then let out a quiet sigh. + +He had not actually expected her to come. + +When he made that bet earlier, he had assumed Isabella would find some way to avoid fulfilling such an extreme condition. For someone with her pride and status, becoming another person’s maid for ten years was something that most geniuses would never accept. + +Yet she had come anyway. + +That meant one thing. + +Her pride was even stronger than he had anticipated. + +Max leaned back slightly on the couch as he studied her expression. + +’It seems I underestimated her pride,’ he thought to himself. + +Isabella stood silently beside him, clearly waiting for instructions even though every part of her expression showed how uncomfortable she felt. + +Max looked away from her and began thinking deeply. + +Just then a thought crossed his mind. + +’If I can make her truly loyal to me...’ + +The idea formed suddenly, yet once it appeared it refused to disappear. + +Max had already been considering something similar for a while. + +The seed of that idea had first appeared when he led young geniuses of Acaris during the battle in Nullaria. Back then he had seen what could be achieved when talented individuals united under a single goal. Even though they were only a temporary group, the power they displayed together had been impressive. + +Since that time, the thought of building his own force had quietly lingered in the back of his mind. + +Now that thought began to take a clearer shape. + +Max knew that the Black Dragon Clan would support him in many matters. As the newly appointed Saint of the clan, he had access to resources, guidance, and protection that most cultivators could never hope to receive. + +However, there was one thing the clan might not support. + +War against the Elven Race. + +Max understood this clearly. + +The Elven Race was not a small faction that could be casually challenged. It was an ancient and powerful race that possessed immense influence across the Divine Realm. Declaring open hostility toward such a race would drag the Black Dragon Clan into a conflict far beyond its current position. + +Even if the clan valued him highly, they might hesitate when faced with such a dangerous decision. + +Because of this, Max realized something important. + +When the time came to face the Elven Race, he might have to stand alone. + +The realization did not frighten him, but it did make him think carefully about the future. + +If he truly intended to challenge a race as powerful as the elves, he would need more than just his own strength. + +He would need allies. + +He would need an army. + +Most importantly, he would need a force that was loyal to him alone. + +Max leaned forward slightly as he continued pondering this idea. + +If he could gather powerful geniuses and talented cultivators under his banner, then the impossible task of confronting the Elven Race might become achievable one day. + +His gaze slowly drifted back toward Isabella. Of course he hadn’t forgotten about his true motives with Isabella. But he knew he couldn’t rush this, and so he decided to take a slow approach. + +She stood there quietly, still waiting. + +Isabella Lumin was not just any disciple. She was the Saintess in training of the Black Dragon Clan and possessed an Imperial Bloodline that had yet to fully awaken. Her talent and potential were extraordinary. + +If someone like her could truly become loyal to him, she could become one of the core pillars of the force he envisioned. + +Max remained silent as he sat on the couch, his mind moving through countless possibilities while the quiet room filled with the weight of his thoughts. + +"Do you know how to cook?" Max suddenly asked as he looked toward Isabella. + +The question caught her off guard. + +For a brief moment she simply stared at him as if she had not expected such a mundane question to come from his mouth. The faint redness that had already appeared on her face deepened as embarrassment crept across her expression. + +After a moment she nodded slowly. + +"Yes," she replied quietly. + +Max nodded in satisfaction when he heard that. + +"Good," he said calmly. "There are many training chambers inside my residence. Once you are done preparing a good meal, you can use any of them to cultivate or train yourself." + +Isabella blinked in surprise as she listened to his words. She had expected him to make her run errands or give her humiliating tasks just to tease her. Instead he was speaking as if he had already accepted her presence as something completely normal. + +Max stood up from the couch as he continued speaking. + +"I am going to train the inheritance techniques I obtained today," he said. "It will probably take a day or two before I come out." + +With those words he turned and began walking toward the inner section of the residence where several cultivation rooms had been prepared. + +Isabella watched him go with a confused expression. + +Just as he was about to disappear down the hallway, she suddenly spoke. + +"B but what are you going to eat?" she asked while frowning slightly. + +Max did not stop walking. + +"Just make a good meal," he replied casually while continuing toward the training chamber. "I believe anything made by the beautiful Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan will certainly be worth eating." + +Isabella froze for a moment when she heard those words. + +Before she could respond, Max had already stepped inside one of the training chambers and closed the door behind him. + +The residence suddenly became quiet again. + +A few seconds passed before Isabella finally reacted. + +"How dare he make me cook!" she muttered angrily as she stomped her foot on the floor. + +Her face was still flushed as she glared toward the closed door of the training chamber. The pride she carried as the Saintess in training of the Black Dragon Clan made the situation feel especially humiliating. + +She had never cooked for anyone in her life. + +Yet now she had come here willingly and placed herself in the position of serving someone else. + +Isabella crossed her arms and stood there for a moment while her thoughts churned with frustration. + +However, after a short while she slowly let out a sigh. + +She had made the bet herself. + +Now that she had come here, there was no point complaining about it. + +"Fine," she muttered quietly. + +With that she turned and began exploring the residence.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +After walking through a few rooms she soon discovered the kitchen area. The space was surprisingly large and well organized, filled with various ingredients and cooking tools that had clearly been prepared for the residents of the palace. + +Isabella looked around the kitchen carefully. + +Even though she had complained earlier, she began examining the ingredients with serious attention. + +Since she had decided to fulfill the bet properly, she had no intention of doing things halfway. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1527.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1527.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b816b9e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1527.md @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1520: Opening the Second Vein - Vein of Vitality" +slug: "ch-1527" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1527 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1479 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Once Max entered the training chamber, he did not waste even a moment. + +The chamber itself was designed for cultivation, with formations embedded into the floor and walls that stabilized spiritual energy and prevented disturbances from the outside world. However, Max had no intention of using the chamber directly. + +With a simple thought, his figure vanished. + +The moment his consciousness moved, he entered the Dimension of Time. + +Inside that mysterious space, the environment remained the same as always. The endless white world stretched in every direction without limit. The ground beneath his feet was smooth and empty while the sky above carried a pale glow that gave the entire place a calm and timeless feeling. + +Max slowly sat down on the empty ground. + +For a moment he remained silent while his mind carefully reviewed everything he had obtained during the past few days. + +"I have several inheritance techniques to master," he muttered quietly to himself. "I also have to open the divine veins of the Seven Divine Veins and continue increasing my strength." + +The list of things he needed to accomplish was long. + +His cultivation had reached the third level of the Rebirth Realm, yet the road ahead of him was still vast. If he wanted to stand among the geniuses of the Divine Realm and eventually confront the Elven Race, he would need to grow stronger at a terrifying pace. + +Just as he was organizing his thoughts, another matter suddenly came to mind. + +"Right," Max said quietly as his eyes narrowed slightly. "I also need to examine the five fruits that the flaming branch of the Chaos Tree produced." + +The Chaos Tree inside his body had already undergone several transformations. The appearance of the flaming branch and the fruits it produced was something that could potentially bring tremendous benefits to his cultivation. However, investigating those fruits would require time and focus. + +Max slowly shook his head. + +"But first I will open the second divine vein," he said firmly. + +His eyes grew serious as he spoke the next words. + +"The Vein of Vitality." + +With a small motion of his hand, a storage ring appeared in front of him. + +This was the ring Lady Virelia had given him earlier. + +Max opened the ring and carefully took out the item stored within it. + +A red glowing bone appeared in his hand. + +The bone belonged to the Horn Dragon. + +Even without activating his spiritual perception, Max could clearly feel the powerful draconic aura contained within it. The bone emitted a faint crimson glow that seemed to pulse with vitality as if the dragon’s life force had not completely faded away. + +Max took a slow breath and calmed his mind. + +Unlike previous times, he did not immediately attempt to devour the bone using his black flames. + +Earlier in his cultivation journey, he would have directly consumed such resources with his flames in order to extract their energy. However, now he possessed something far more valuable. + +The Overlord Body Codex. + +This cultivation method contained detailed knowledge on how to open the Seven Divine Veins and how to properly utilize different materials to stimulate those veins. + +Max slowly closed his eyes as he recalled the information contained within the codex. + +According to the teachings of the Overlord Body Codex, opening the Vein of Vitality required immense life force and an extremely durable body. The process involved refining powerful biological essence within the body and directing that energy toward the second divine vein. + +The bone of the Horn Dragon was perfectly suited for this purpose. + +Dragons were known for their overwhelming vitality and regenerative power. Even a fragment of their remains contained extraordinary life essence. + +Max carefully placed the glowing bone before him. + +Then he began circulating the technique recorded within the Overlord Body Codex. + +As the method activated, the spiritual energy inside his body began to move in a specific pattern. The pathways described in the codex slowly guided the energy through his meridians toward a hidden point deep within his body where the second divine vein rested. + +The process had begun. + +Max slowly raised the crimson bone of the Horn Dragon in his hands and closed his eyes. The moment he began circulating the Overlord Body Codex, the white world of the Dimension of Time grew silent as if even the air itself had become still in anticipation of what was about to happen. + +The technique of the Overlord Body Codex began to operate within his body. + +Streams of energy moved through his meridians according to the pathways described within the codex. These movements were precise and forceful as if every strand of energy had been commanded to follow an ancient order written into the technique itself. + +Max inhaled deeply before activating the first stage of refinement. + +The crimson bone in his hands began to glow brighter. + +Soon the bone started dissolving into a dense stream of red essence that floated before him like a cloud of burning mist. The moment that essence appeared, the entire space around Max filled with a powerful aura of vitality. + +This was the life force of a dragon. + +Max did not hesitate. + +He guided the essence directly toward his body. + +The moment the red energy entered him, a violent reaction erupted inside his body. + +The dragon essence was far more aggressive than ordinary resources. It surged through his meridians like a raging flood as it attempted to dominate his entire body. The sheer vitality contained within the dragon bone was overwhelming. + +Max’s muscles tensed instantly. + +The Overlord Body Codex continued circulating as he forcefully guided the energy deeper inside his body. + +The target of the entire process was the hidden point where the second divine vein rested. + +The Vein of Vitality. + +As the dragon essence gathered around that location, the pressure within his body began rising rapidly. + +Max clenched his teeth. + +Soon the pressure reached a terrifying level. + +The energy around the second divine vein exploded outward as the codex attempted to force the vein open. + +Crack. + +A faint sound echoed through the silent white world. + +Thin cracks suddenly appeared across Max’s skin. + +At first they were small and barely noticeable. However, as more dragon essence surged into his body, the cracks began spreading rapidly across his arms, chest, and back. + +Blood slowly seeped out of the fractures. + +Max’s breathing became heavy as the process grew more violent. + +The second divine vein was resisting. + +Opening the Vein of Vitality required enormous life force and an extremely resilient body. The dragon essence was trying to force the vein open while the Overlord Body Codex continued compressing the energy deeper and deeper into Max’s flesh. + +The pressure became unbearable. + +More cracks appeared across his body as if his entire physique was beginning to shatter under the strain. + +At that moment it looked as if his body might completely collapse.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +However, Max’s body was not an ordinary one. + +Deep within him the Draconic Essences began to respond. + +All twelve hundred Draconic Essences inside his body erupted with power at the same time. A surge of ancient draconic strength spread through his muscles and bones as the essence reinforced every part of his body. + +At the same moment the Dragon Scales Transformation reacted instinctively. + +Black scales formed across his skin one after another. + +These scales appeared wherever the cracks had formed as if they were sealing the breaking flesh beneath them. The scales glowed faintly with draconic power while the essence flowing through them strengthened Max’s body from within. + +The combination of the Draconic Essences and the Dragon Scales stabilized the situation. + +The cracks across his body stopped spreading. + +Although the pain remained unbearable, his body no longer looked like it would collapse. + +Max let out a low breath as he forced the Overlord Body Codex to continue operating. + +The dragon essence was now fully gathered around the second divine vein. + +With a final surge of will, Max pushed the energy forward. + +Boom! + +A deep vibration echoed inside his body. + +The sealed pathway of the Vein of Vitality shattered open. + +The moment the divine vein opened, a powerful wave of life force burst outward from the center of his body. The dragon essence that had been compressed inside him was instantly absorbed by the newly opened vein. + +The energy transformed. + +Instead of destructive pressure, a warm and powerful vitality began spreading through every part of his body. + +The cracks across Max’s skin slowly began closing. + +The dragon scales receded as the flesh beneath them regenerated rapidly. The Vein of Vitality began circulating powerful life energy through his body, repairing the damage caused during the breakthrough. + +Max slowly opened his eyes. + +His breathing was still heavy but his gaze was calm. + +The second divine vein had finally opened. + +The Vein of Vitality was now active within his body, and the immense life force it generated began strengthening his physique with every passing moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1528.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1528.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db991dd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1528.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1521: The Difficulty of Opening the Divine Veins!" +slug: "ch-1528" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1528 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1111 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"My body was almost destroyed this time," Max muttered under his breath as he slowly exhaled. + +He remained seated within the white expanse of the Dimension of Time, his body still recovering from the violent process he had just endured. Even though the Vein of Vitality had already begun circulating its powerful life force throughout his body, the memory of what had just happened remained fresh in his mind. + +He could still feel the echoes of that pain. + +The moment when the dragon essence had surged uncontrollably through his meridians, the pressure that had nearly torn his body apart, and the countless cracks that had spread across his flesh as if his entire body was on the verge of shattering. + +Max slowly clenched his fist. + +Within his body, the two opened divine veins now functioned together. + +The first divine vein strengthened his raw physical power while the second divine vein continuously released a steady stream of vitality that nourished his body. His muscles felt denser and more resilient, while the flow of life energy constantly repaired even the smallest signs of damage within him. + +The increase in strength was immediate and obvious. + +At the same time, the healing capabilities granted by the Vein of Vitality were astonishing. + +Max could clearly sense that even if he were to suffer severe injuries, his body would now recover at a speed far beyond what it was capable of before. The life force flowing through him felt endless and steady, like a quiet river that would never run dry. + +Yet despite this improvement, his expression remained serious. + +He understood very clearly what had just happened. + +If it were not for the twelve hundred Draconic Essences reinforcing his body and the Dragon Scales that had protected his flesh at the critical moment, his body would not have survived the process of opening the second divine vein. + +He would have either been crippled or died on the spot. + +"I was careless," Max said quietly as he shook his head. + +He had underestimated the difficulty of opening the divine veins. + +Until now, he had treated the process as another step in his cultivation path. He knew it would be difficult, but he had not fully understood how dangerous it truly was. + +Now he understood. + +Opening a divine vein was not simply a matter of gathering enough energy and forcing a breakthrough. + +It was a direct challenge against the limits of one’s own body. + +The divine veins were not ordinary meridians. They were fundamental pathways that governed the deepest potential of the human body. Forcing them open required an immense amount of energy, but more importantly, it required a body strong enough to withstand that energy without collapsing. + +Max slowly lowered his gaze. + +"The reason is simple," he thought to himself. "Not everyone’s body can endure this process." + +Even if there existed a method to open the Seven Divine Veins, very few cultivators would dare to attempt it. + +Because the cost of failure was too high. + +If a cultivator’s body was not strong enough, the energy used to open a divine vein would destroy them from the inside out. There would be no second chance. + +Max could clearly see it now. + +If opening the second divine vein had already pushed his body to the brink of destruction, then the difficulty of opening the remaining veins would only increase further. + +Each divine vein would require more energy, greater control, and a body far stronger than before. + +The path ahead was not just difficult. + +It was terrifying. + +Max took a deep breath as his expression grew even more serious. + +"No wonder even the Primordials could not go beyond the fourth divine vein," he muttered quietly. + +The Primordial Race was known as the strongest race in the Divine Realm. Their bodies were far superior to those of ordinary beings, and they possessed techniques that allowed them to open the divine veins. + +Even so, they had only managed to reach the fourth divine vein. + +That fact alone spoke volumes. + +It meant that even for beings with extraordinary physiques, the path of opening all seven divine veins was nearly impossible. + +Max slowly looked at his hands. + +A faint glow of vitality flowed beneath his skin as the Vein of Vitality continued to nourish his body. + +He understood now that what he was walking was not an ordinary path of cultivation. + +It was a path that few dared to tread. + +A path where every step forward carried the risk of death. + +Yet instead of fear, a faint smile appeared on his face. + +The difficulty of the path did not discourage him. + +If anything, it only strengthened his resolve. + +Because the more difficult the path, the greater the power waiting at the end of it. + +"If I can truly open all seven of my divine veins and then go beyond that..." Max muttered softly, his voice carrying a trace of excitement that he could not suppress. + +For a moment his imagination ran far ahead of his current strength. He could almost picture a body that had surpassed all limits, a physique capable of shattering stars with a single motion. The thought alone made his heart beat faster. + +However, Max quickly shook his head and forced himself to calm down. + +Such thoughts were still too far away. + +Right now, he had only opened two divine veins, and even that had nearly cost him his life. There was no point indulging in distant possibilities when the path ahead was still filled with danger at every step. + +Max slowly shifted his focus. + +His consciousness sank inward as he looked within his body. + +Immediately, his attention was drawn toward the Chaos Tree. + +The massive tree stood firmly within his inner world, its branches extending outward with an aura that felt both ancient and mysterious. Among its branches, the flaming branch stood out the most. It radiated a deep red glow as if it carried the essence of fire itself. + +On that branch, five fruits hung quietly. + +Each fruit pulsed faintly with a strange and powerful energy, as if they were alive in their own way. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed them. + +He had already noticed these fruits earlier, but he had not yet taken the time to properly examine them. Now that he had opened the second divine vein, it felt like the right moment to do so. + +After thinking for a brief moment, Max extended his will toward one of the fruits. + +"I wonder if I can take it out," he muttered. + +The moment that thought formed, one of the fruits detached itself from the flaming branch and appeared before him in the Dimension of Time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1529.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1529.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7de6345 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1529.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1522: Chaos Flame Fruit!" +slug: "ch-1529" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1529 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max blinked in surprise. + +"I can do that?" he said, clearly caught off guard. "Nice." + +He had only intended to test whether it was possible, yet the result exceeded his expectations. The Chaos Tree was located inside his body, and normally it would be impossible to extract something directly from within oneself in such a manner. + +However, the Chaos Tree clearly did not follow ordinary rules. + +Max could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction. + +Being able to freely access the fruits meant he could use them whenever necessary. + +With that thought, he turned his attention to the fruit floating before him. + +The fruit was not large, yet it radiated a powerful aura. Its surface glowed with a deep crimson light, and faint patterns resembling flames could be seen moving slowly across its skin. + +Max focused his senses on it. + +A moment later, information about the fruit appeared clearly in his mind. + +[Chaos Flame Fruit] + +– Description: [A product of the Chaos Tree born from the essence of world laws.] + +– Effect: [Eating this fruit grants the birth of a divine body of flames.] + +– Note: [The fruit grants a random Divine Ability to the host.] + +Max froze. + +For a moment he simply stared at the fruit in silence. + +Then his eyes widened in shock. + +"Eating this fruit would give birth to a divine body?" he said in disbelief. + +The words felt almost unreal. + +A Divine Body was something extremely rare in the Divine Realm. + +It was not something that could be obtained through effort alone. Most Divine Bodies were innate, granted at birth to those with extraordinary bloodlines or destiny. Even among powerful forces, individuals possessing a Divine Body were considered treasures. + +Within the entire history of the Black Dragon Clan, only a handful of disciples had ever been born with such physiques. + +Even the Imperial Bloodline, which was already considered extremely rare, appeared more frequently than a true Divine Body. + +Max immediately thought of Zain Heron. + +The Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body. + +That was a Divine Body that had brought immense prestige to the Black Dragon Clan. It was one of the main reasons why Zain was considered one of the top geniuses within the clan. + +Yet now, Max was holding something that could create a Divine Body. + +Just like that. + +Max slowly looked at the fruit in his hand again. + +The crimson glow reflected in his eyes as his thoughts turned deeper. + +The value of this fruit was beyond imagination. + +If word about this were to spread, it would not just attract attention. It would create chaos across entire star realms. + +Max took a slow breath. + +"This..." he muttered quietly. + +Even for him, this was too shocking. + +Soon Max’s attention shifted toward the final line of information displayed before him. + +The note. + +"It will give me a Divine Ability if I eat it?" Max muttered as his gaze lingered on that line. + +The more he thought about it, the more certain he became of one thing. This fruit was born from the Chaos Tree inside his own body, and because of that, its effect of granting a Divine Body would most likely not apply to him in the same way it would to others. + +The Chaos Tree itself was already something far beyond ordinary understanding, and the Dimension of Flame within him had already reshaped his foundation to a level that ordinary Divine Bodies could not compare to. + +If anything, obtaining a Divine Body at this point would not significantly enhance him. + +It might even be redundant. + +However, the mention of a Divine Ability was something entirely different. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly as curiosity rose within him. + +He had spent some time in the Divine Realm, yet he had never heard of something called a Divine Ability. Inheritance techniques, bloodlines, physiques, and divine veins were all familiar concepts to him, but this was something new. + +The fact that it came from the Chaos Tree only made it more intriguing. + +"What exactly is a Divine Ability?" Max wondered aloud. + +Unlike the Divine Body, which he could more or less understand, the concept of a Divine Ability was completely unknown to him. The mystery surrounding it only made him more interested. + +Max looked down at the Chaos Flame Fruit in his hand once again. + +The crimson glow of the fruit reflected faintly in his eyes as he considered his options. + +If this fruit could truly grant something unique, then it was worth testing it on himself first. That way he could understand its true effects before deciding how to use the remaining fruits. + +After thinking for a moment, Max made up his mind. + +"Let’s see what Divine Ability I get," he said quietly. + +Without hesitation, he brought the fruit closer to his mouth and took a bite. + +The moment his teeth sank into the fruit, a burst of warmth spread across his senses. The texture was soft yet dense, and the flavor carried an intense heat that felt like it was burning and nourishing him at the same time. + +Max continued eating without stopping. + +In just a few moments, he finished the entire fruit, and as the last piece disappeared into his body, a strange and unnatural silence settled within him as if everything inside had momentarily paused. + +For a brief instant, it felt as though nothing had happened at all, which caused Max to frown slightly in confusion. However, that thought did not last long because in the very next moment, something deep within him stirred. + +A surge of energy erupted from the depths of his body, spreading rapidly through his meridians, his muscles, and even his very bones. This energy was unlike anything he had experienced before. + +It did not carry the violent nature of his black flames nor the raw force of the draconic essence. Instead, it felt refined, ancient, and filled with a strange authority that made his entire body react instinctively. + +The energy continued to spread until it suddenly began to gather, as if drawn by an invisible force toward a single point within his body. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-153.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-153.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3972a86 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-153.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 153: Space Aura" +slug: "ch-153" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 153 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1299 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max came to the shocking conclusion, Bruce completed his attack. A dazzling lotus floated atop his hand, with flames dancing around it. The lotus seemed to have seven petals, glowing with an extremely terrifying aura. + +’World Destruction Flame Lotus… Proficiency Stage,’ Max thought, glancing at the flaming lotus with its seven petals. + +"This is my second strongest attack," Bruce said, looking at Amelia as he tossed the lotus toward her and retreated back. + +The flaming lotus detonated as it neared Amelia, leaving her no time to dodge or evade. The moment the explosion erupted, it engulfed a massive ten-meter radius, creating a fiery mushroom cloud that towered over the stage. + +The ground beneath the lotus buckled under the sheer force, with hundreds of tiles shattering into fragments or melting outright from the unbearable heat. The explosion roared like a wrathful beast, the searing flames consuming everything in their path. + +It was a scene of utter devastation, as though a calamity had descended upon the stage, leaving a scorching inferno in its wake. The once-pristine arena now bore the marks of chaos—blackened cracks, molten craters, and smoldering debris scattered in every direction. + +The other top geniuses were slightly surprised by the destructive power of the lotus. They had heard much about it, but only a few had ever witnessed it firsthand. + +But as the fiery glow began to recede, all eyes turned to the center of the blast, searching for any sign of Amelia amidst the infernal wreckage. Had the unstoppable explosion finally overcome her, or was there still more to her mysterious power? + +As the dust finally settled, a figure could be seen standing on the stage. It was Amelia, appearing as though the explosion hadn’t affected her in the slightest. She stood calm as ever, her hands resting on the hilt of her sword. + +"How did she do it?" Arthur Gale asked, his voice trembling. Nobody should have escaped unscathed from an explosion of that level. Even if they didn’t die, they would be bound to suffer some injuries. But Amelia appeared as calm as ever, as though the explosion hadn’t affected her at all. + +"I didn’t know the East had such geniuses," Veylin said darkly, glancing at Amelia, Max, and the masked lady from the Black Lotus guild. + +Crown Prince Aelric’s attention had been fixed on Amelia throughout the entire exchange. Slowly, he muttered, "If I’m not mistaken... she’s using Space Aura." + +His words reverberated through the arena, leaving the gathered geniuses stunned. The revelation struck like a thunderclap: Space Aura—one of the rarest and most powerful auras in existence. + +Understanding space was a feat few could achieve. The element was enigmatic and elusive, defying the grasp of even the most brilliant minds. Only those blessed with an innate space elemental affinity, a class tied to spatial manipulation, or an extraordinary bloodline possessed the potential to touch upon its mysteries. + +For Amelia to not only comprehend but wield Space Aura was nothing short of astonishing. + +’Space Aura?’ Max frowned upon hearing Crown Prince Aelric. He had expected her to possess some space-related abilities, but he never imagined she had comprehended Space Aura. This made Max more serious. ’She is too strong with her Space Aura.’ + +Glancing down at Amelia and Bruce, Max realized that Bruce would inevitably lose the battle unless he had something that could rival the Space Aura. + +On the stage, Bruce looked at Amelia in disbelief. For her to come out unscathed from the explosion was nothing short of a miracle, but to him, it was despair. ’Damn, she’s become even stronger than last time,’ he thought silently, closing his eyes. + +Opening his eyes, Bruce’s gaze burned with fiery resolve. He gripped his spear tightly, its shaft glowing red-hot as his Flame Aura surged around him like a roaring inferno. With a determined motion, he swung his spear twice in a crisscross pattern, creating two intersecting arcs of flames that hovered in the air, radiating searing heat and raw energy. + +But he didn’t stop there. + +With relentless precision, Bruce continued to swing his spear, each motion faster and more forceful than the last. Again and again, he carved fiery arcs into the air, each intersecting at a single point. By the time he finished, twelve crisscrossing lines of blazing fire had formed, converging into a dazzling, fiery construct that seemed alive with destructive energy. + +Enjoy exclusive content from freewebnovel + +The space around the fiery pattern shimmered and warped under the intense heat, the sheer power radiating from it surpassing even the lotus technique he had unleashed earlier. The arcs pulsed rhythmically, like a beast ready to be unleashed, their intersection glowing like a miniature sun at the center of the stage. + +"This is my last and my strongest attack. If you can survive this, I will admit defeat," Bruce said, looking at Amelia as he thrust his spear toward the intersection point of the crisscross, sending it flying toward her. + +As the blazing crisscross arcs hurtled toward Amelia, the air around them shimmered with the unbearable heat they radiated. The moment they reached her, just like before, they came to an abrupt halt a hand’s distance away. + +But this time, the sheer force of the attack was greater. + +Amelia staggered, her feet sliding across the stage as the fiery arcs pushed her back, leaving trails of scorched tiles in her wake. A faint crackling sound echoed through the arena. + +Crack! + +The crisscross arcs finally pierced through the first invisible barrier protecting her, breaking it apart with a burst of fiery energy. The blazing attack surged forward with renewed intensity, crashing against a second barrier that shimmered faintly into view like a translucent ripple in space.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +The impact unleashed a storm of power. Fierce winds raged, tearing across the arena, and the flames roared wildly, attempting to burn through the invisible wall. The fiery arcs pulsated with energy, refusing to yield, but the second wall held firm, defying their overwhelming might. + +A tense standoff unfolded, the stage trembling as the two forces clashed. Sparks of fire scattered through the air, the heat growing oppressive as the crisscross arcs strained to overcome the barrier. Meanwhile, the invisible wall seemed unyielding, its mysterious strength holding the raging flames at bay. + +Seconds turned to what felt like minutes, the battle of energy drawing gasps and murmurs from the stunned geniuses. Finally, the fiery arcs began to dim, their once-blazing light flickering weakly. + +With one last sputter of flames, Bruce’s attack lost its strength and dissolved into embers, scattering harmlessly in the air. + +Amelia was once again unscathed, without even using her weapon, surprising many of the top geniuses present. + +"I lost," Bruce said, sighing to himself. He had used his strongest attack, but it had done little to no harm to her. This alone showed how formidable an opponent she could be to others as well. + +A moment later, Bruce appeared back in his pillar, slumping down in defeat, his expression dark. Despite knowing he would lose against her even before the battle started, the feeling of defeat was hard for him to digest. ’Damn it! I hate this feeling,’ he cursed inwardly, feeling aggrieved. + +"The winner of the battle is Amelia. She will advance to the second round," the blob of slime announced, declaring Amelia as the winner in the screen. + +’She won.’ Max wasn’t surprised, but he was curious about her Space Aura. From what he understood so far, he seemed to have a natural affinity for Space Aura more than any other aura in the world. Only that could explain why he could feel her aura down to the tiniest detail, even without using his Three-Dimensional Body skill. + +"I have a suggestion to make regarding this competition," Amelia suddenly said, catching everyone by surprise. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1530.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1530.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f4e6fc1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1530.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1523: Divine Ability of Flames!" +slug: "ch-1530" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1530 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1258 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max instinctively lowered his gaze, and at that moment, he felt an intense warmth forming in the palm of his right hand. The warmth quickly turned into heat, and then into a burning sensation that was not painful but impossible to ignore. + +As he raised his hand, he saw a faint crimson glow emerging from the center of his palm. The glow grew stronger, and soon thin lines of light began to carve themselves into his skin, moving and twisting like living flames. + +These lines intertwined with each other, forming an intricate and mesmerizing pattern that resembled a blazing fire frozen in motion. Within moments, the mark was complete. + +A flaming symbol now rested in the center of his palm, radiating a subtle heat that felt completely natural, as if it had always belonged there. + +As the mark settled, a wave of understanding appeared in Max’s mind without any effort on his part. It was not something he had learned or comprehended through practice. It was knowledge that simply existed within him now. + +The knowledge of the Divine Ability. + +"Let me try this Divine Ability of mine," Max muttered softly as curiosity flickered in his eyes. + +He focused his will. + +Almost instantly, the flaming mark in the center of his right palm responded. + +The faint glow that had remained dormant beneath his skin suddenly burst into life, shining with a deep crimson brilliance. The light did not remain confined to his palm. It began spreading outward, flowing along his skin like liquid fire. + +In just a few moments, the entire palm of his hand was covered in that radiant glow, and the spreading did not stop there. The crimson light continued moving upward, covering his wrist and then creeping further until it reached halfway up his forearm, stopping just below his elbow. + +Max raised his hand slightly and examined it. + +The glow was intense, yet it did not burn him. Instead, it felt completely natural, as if his arm had always possessed this power. The energy contained within the mark felt stable and under his absolute control. + +Without wasting time, Max lifted his left hand. + +A thought crossed his mind, and black flames instantly ignited in his palm. The flames burned quietly, dense and heavy with destructive power. He had used these flames countless times before, and they had always been dominant, consuming and suppressing everything they came into contact with. + +Slowly, Max brought his left hand closer to his right. + +The black flames flickered as they approached the crimson glow. + +Then, the moment the flames touched his right palm, something unexpected happened. + +The black flames did not clash with the red glow. + +They scattered. + +It was as if they had lost all cohesion in an instant. The moment they made contact with the crimson light, the flames broke apart and dissipated, vanishing as if they had never existed. + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. + +"Even my black flames are no exception," he said quietly, disbelief evident in his voice. + +He stared at his right hand again, watching the steady crimson glow that still covered it. + +His black flames were not ordinary fire. They were born from his bloodline and had always possessed overwhelming devouring and suppressive properties. Until now, he had never encountered anything that could so easily disrupt them. + +Yet this Divine Ability had done exactly that. + +Max’s expression slowly turned serious as he began analyzing what he had just witnessed. + +The knowledge that came with the ability surfaced clearly in his mind. + +This power was not simply an enhancement. + +It was something far more fundamental. + +At its core, this Divine Ability allowed him to nullify flame based attacks within a certain range determined by his strength. Any flame that entered that range would lose its structure and be rendered useless unless it exceeded his control. + +Not only that, but the ability also granted him the power to dominate flame based constructs. + +As long as the flames were within his control range, he could manipulate them at will, override their original owner’s control, and even turn them against their source. + +Max slowly clenched his right hand. + +The crimson glow flickered slightly as it responded to his movement. + +"This is... far more powerful than I expected," he muttered. + +At present, the ability did not have a name, but its nature was already clear to him. + +It was not just a flame ability. + +It was authority over flames.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +Max looked at his glowing arm once more, his gaze deepening as he began to understand the true value of what he had just obtained. + +Just then, a thought suddenly crossed Max’s mind, causing his expression to shift slightly as a spark of curiosity rose within him. His attention turned inward toward the flaming branch of his Chaos Tree where four identical fruits still hung quietly, radiating a faint and mysterious glow. + +If consuming one fruit had granted him a Divine Ability, then what about the remaining four? Would eating each of them grant him additional Divine Abilities as well? + +The idea itself felt absurd even to him, almost too good to be true, and yet the temptation to test it was impossible to ignore. + +Max understood that opportunities like this rarely appeared twice, and if there was even the slightest chance that he could gain more power, he had to confirm it for himself. + +After a brief moment of thought, Max decided not to leave it to speculation. With a single intent, he reached toward the Chaos Tree within his body and plucked another fruit from the flaming branch. + +Just as before, the fruit responded to his will and appeared in his hand outside his body. He held it in his palm and examined it carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on its properties. Soon, the familiar information surfaced in his mind. + +[Chaos Flame Fruit] + +– Description: [A product of the Chaos Tree born from the essence of world laws.] + +– Effect: [Eating this fruit grants the birth of a divine body of flames.] + +– Note: [No effect to Host.] + +Max read the information silently, and this time, his reaction was much calmer. A look of understanding appeared on his face as he slowly nodded to himself. + +"I see," he murmured softly. "So only the first fruit grants a Divine Ability." + +The realization settled naturally in his mind, and it immediately made sense to him. If every fruit could grant a separate Divine Ability, then that would be far too overwhelming, even for something as extraordinary as the Chaos Tree. + +There had to be a limit, and now he understood what that limit was. + +Even though the remaining fruits would not grant him additional Divine Abilities, Max did not feel disappointed in the slightest. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face as he looked at the fruit in his hand. These fruits still possessed immense value. + +The ability to grant a divine body of flames to others was something that could not be measured with simple standards. + +In the Divine Realm, such an opportunity could change the fate of an individual completely, turning an ordinary genius into someone capable of standing at the peak. + +"These will definitely come in handy in the future," Max muttered with a satisfied expression as he stored the fruit away. + +He already had a clear idea of how he wanted to use them. Whether it was to strengthen allies, build his own force, or create loyal subordinates with immense potential, these fruits would play a crucial role in his plans moving forward. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1531.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1531.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..95f56d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1531.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1524: Isabella’s Shock!" +slug: "ch-1531" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1531 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1254 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Following that, Max finally turned his attention toward the inheritance techniques he had obtained from the ancestral chamber of the Black Dragon Clan, and without wasting even a single moment, he immersed himself completely into their comprehension. + +The white expanse of the Dimension of Time became silent once again as Max sat down and began circulating his energy, his mind entering a state of deep focus. + +One technique after another unfolded before him, their mysteries slowly revealing themselves under his relentless effort. Time flowed differently within that space, and while only a single day passed in the outside world, years seemed to slip by within the Dimension of Time as Max continuously trained, refined, and perfected each movement, each flow of energy, and each hidden principle contained within the inheritance techniques. + +When Max finally stepped out of the Dimension of Time, his figure reappeared in his room just a day later, yet the aura around him had undergone a subtle but undeniable transformation. + +He exhaled slowly, a faint smile forming on his lips as satisfaction filled his expression. "I have practiced the three cultivation arts to the perfection level," he muttered, clearly pleased with his progress. + +However, as that thought settled, his brows slowly drew together as a slight frown appeared on his face. "But the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art is truly difficult to learn and practice," he continued in a quieter tone, recalling the immense effort it had demanded from him. + +Even with the advantage of the Dimension of Time, where he had spent years focusing solely on this technique, the results had been far from easy to achieve. + +He raised his hand slightly as if feeling the changes within his body, his thoughts turning inward. He could clearly sense the two lotus shaped cores that had formed within his inner source, each one condensed from his black flames after an extremely arduous process. + +The act of compressing such a destructive and unstable energy into a stable lotus form required not only control but also an extraordinary level of comprehension and endurance. + +"Even I, with all that time, have only managed to condense two lotus cores," Max muttered, his tone carrying both respect and disbelief toward the technique. + +The majority of his time within the Dimension of Time had been spent on this single inheritance, and yet he had only reached the early stages of its true potential. + +He paused for a moment, his gaze deepening as he considered something more important. "One thing is certain," he said slowly, "this technique is far too powerful to belong to a third rate force like the Black Dragon Clan." + +The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art was not an ordinary inheritance. The difficulty of learning it alone placed it far beyond the reach of most disciples, and the strength it promised was equally extraordinary. + +"From its complexity and depth, I would say this is something that should exist within a first rate force," he added, his voice turning thoughtful. + +Max remained silent for a few seconds before shaking his head slightly, pushing aside those thoughts for now. He knew that the only way to truly understand the origins of this technique was to ask Mathew Grimes directly. + +For now, there were more immediate concerns. A faint smile returned to his face as he stretched his body lightly. "I am hungry," he muttered under his breath as he began walking toward the door. "Let’s see what she has made." + +Stepping out of his room, Max made his way toward the kitchen, where Isabella was seated quietly on a chair with her eyes closed, as if she had been waiting for him for some time. + +The moment he entered, her eyes snapped open, and she immediately stood up, her expression shifting from calm to alert. "You finally came-" she began, but her words abruptly stopped midway as her gaze locked onto him. + +Her eyes widened in shock as she sensed the aura emanating from his body. "Wait... your cultivation..." she said, her voice trembling slightly with disbelief. "You have reached the peak of the Rebirth Realm?" + +It had only been a single day since he had entered his training chamber, and yet the difference in his strength was immense. From the third level of the Rebirth Realm, he had directly ascended to its peak, something that would normally take others years or even decades to achieve. + +Max simply smiled faintly at her reaction, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "I used the resources I obtained from the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan," he said calmly. "I had been wanting to use them for a while, so I decided to push my cultivation as far as I could this time." + +He paused briefly before adding with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Although I must say, their resources were still not enough. I could not break through to the Law Awakening Realm." + +Shaking his head lightly as he set aside the lingering thoughts in his mind, Max looked at Isabella and said in a calm tone, "Let’s eat." + +Isabella did not respond immediately. Instead, she looked at him deeply for a brief moment, her gaze filled with a complicated mix of disbelief and contemplation, before turning away and walking toward the kitchen. + +As she began taking out the prepared dishes, her thoughts churned quietly within her mind. ’This guy is a complete monster!’ she thought, her expression remaining calm on the surface even as her heart stirred. ’Even if someone has access to all the resources in the world, it is impossible to refine them so quickly. No matter how talented one is, it would still take at least two or three years to properly absorb and stabilize that kind of power.’ The more she thought about it, the more unreasonable Max seemed in her eyes. + +If Max had heard her thoughts, he would have simply smiled. Unlike ordinary cultivators, who had to carefully refine every ounce of energy over long periods of time, his ability to devour resources allowed him to bypass those limitations entirely. + +What others considered a long and painstaking process had become something far more direct and efficient for him, almost like a hidden advantage that constantly pushed him ahead of everyone else. + +Soon, Isabella brought the dishes to the table and began serving the food without saying a word. Max sat down and began eating, his movements relaxed as he tasted the meal. + +After taking a few bites, his expression softened slightly as he looked up at her. "I must say, this is one of the finest meals I have ever eaten," he said while continuing to eat, his tone carrying genuine appreciation. + +Isabella did not react much to his praise. She simply took her seat at the side of the table and began eating quietly. Her face remained calm, and there was no visible change in her expression. She was already aware of her own abilities, and cooking was one of the few things she was confident in without question. + +To her, Max’s praise was expected rather than surprising, and so she accepted it without any particular reaction. + +For a while, the two of them ate in silence, the atmosphere calm yet subtly tense. + +Then, as if recalling something, Max spoke again while continuing his meal. "By the way, how does one awaken the Imperial Bloodline?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes slightly focused. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1532.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1532.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f2aafd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1532.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1525: Isabella’s Suspicion!" +slug: "ch-1532" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1532 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1140 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Isabella paused for a brief moment and slowly raised her gaze toward him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression. She did not immediately understand why he would ask such a question, especially when it concerned something as significant as the Imperial Bloodline. + +However, after a moment of consideration, she chose to answer honestly. "Deep within the Black Dragon Clan, there is a dragon heart," she said calmly. "Those who are considered potential candidates, like me, are taken there. We are made to touch that heart." + +She paused briefly before continuing, her voice steady. "If our own heart resonates with the dragon heart, then that is called resonance with the Imperial Bloodline. Once that resonance is established, the bloodline begins to awaken gradually within our body." + +Max listened carefully as she spoke, his expression slowly turning serious. He had not expected the process to involve something so direct and profound. The idea of a dragon heart capable of triggering such a transformation made him realize that the Imperial Bloodline was not something that could be casually obtained or understood. It was deeply tied to the very essence of the Black Dragon Clan. + +"Do you think I will also be taken there to see if I have resonance with the Imperial Bloodline now that I am the Saint?" Max asked as he looked directly at Isabella, his tone calm yet carrying a faint trace of curiosity that did not escape her notice. + +The moment the words left his mouth, Isabella’s expression changed. She did not hesitate even for a second as she shook her head firmly, her voice carrying absolute certainty. "That is impossible," she said. + +Max frowned slightly at her immediate rejection. "Why are you so sure?" he asked, his gaze sharpening as he tried to understand the reason behind her confidence. + +Isabella placed her chopsticks down slowly before beginning to explain, her voice steady and serious. "It does not work the way you think," she said. "The Imperial Bloodline is not something that can exist in multiple individuals at the same time. There can only be one inheritor of the Imperial Bloodline at any given moment." + +She paused briefly, allowing her words to settle before continuing. "For you to inherit it, I would have to die. Only when the current bearer of the bloodline dies does the source return to the dragon heart deep within the clan. That is when the next person can attempt to resonate with it." + +Her eyes remained fixed on Max as she spoke, her tone unwavering. "As long as I am alive, the resonance already belongs to me. Even if you were to go there and touch the dragon heart, nothing would happen. There would be no response, no resonance, and no chance of awakening the Imperial Bloodline." + +Max listened to her explanation in silence, his expression gradually turning more serious with every word. The situation was far more restrictive than he had expected. He had originally thought that becoming the Saint might grant him access to such an opportunity, but now he realized that the matter was not that simple. + +"I see," Max said slowly, nodding his head as his eyes narrowed slightly in thought. + +His mind began to move quickly, processing everything Isabella had just said. If what she claimed was true, then the Imperial Bloodline was not something he could pursue directly without extreme consequences. The condition itself was clear and absolute. + +A faint sigh escaped his lips as a thought surfaced in his mind. + +’Damn, this makes things much more complicated.’ + +For the first time since asking the question, Max leaned back slightly, his gaze drifting downward as he fell into deep contemplation, already trying to figure out if there was another way around this limitation. + +"I thought I would also be given the Imperial Bloodline since I was given the status of the Saint," Max said with a faint sigh, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment as he leaned back slightly in his seat. + +Isabella looked at him with narrowed eyes, her expression shifting subtly as a trace of curiosity appeared within them. "Why are you so eager to obtain the Imperial Bloodline when your strength can already surpass someone who possesses it?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with a faint suspicion. + +To her, Max’s question did not make sense. From everything she had witnessed, his power was already abnormal, far beyond what someone at his level should possess. There was no logical reason for him to chase after the Imperial Bloodline so persistently. + +Max simply shrugged his shoulders as if the matter was not worth overthinking. "Nothing too important," he replied casually. "I only have the progenitor bloodline within me, and since I was given the title of Saint of the Black Dragon Clan, I thought I might also be granted the Imperial Bloodline. It seems I expected too much from that title." + +For a brief moment, silence settled between them. + +Then Isabella suddenly let out a short, cold laugh, her lips curling into a faint sneer. "You have a progenitor bloodline?" she said, her voice carrying disbelief. + +Max frowned slightly at her reaction. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, his tone turning a bit sharper. + +Isabella leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto him with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. "You can fool others if you want, Max," she said slowly, her voice lowering as if she was revealing something only she could perceive. "The scent of a progenitor bloodline might be enough to deceive most people, but it cannot deceive me the one who carries the Imperial Bloodline." + +Her eyes grew sharper as she continued, each word carrying more weight than the last. "From the moment I sensed your bloodline, something felt wrong. My own bloodline reacted in a way I have never experienced before. It was not suppression, and it was not dominance in the usual sense. It was fear." + +She paused briefly, letting that word sink in. "It felt as if something within your bloodline was constantly making my Imperial Bloodline tremble." + +Max’s expression remained calm on the surface, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. + +Isabella straightened her posture as she spoke again, her voice now carrying a quiet certainty. "You should understand what that means. My bloodline is the Imperial Bloodline, the strongest bloodline within the Black Dragon Clan. There is nothing within this clan that should be able to make it react like that." + +Her gaze did not waver for even a moment as she stared directly into his eyes. "So tell me, Max... if my Imperial Bloodline feels fear when facing yours, then what exactly are you hiding?" + +The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. + +The earlier calmness vanished, replaced by a silent tension that seemed to thicken the air itself. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1533.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1533.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f037215 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1533.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1526: A Secret Force!" +slug: "ch-1533" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1533 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1008 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max remained silent for a few moments after hearing her words, his gaze fixed steadily on Isabella as if he was weighing something important in his mind. The tension between them lingered in the air, heavy and unmoving, before he finally gave a small nod as though he had reached a decision. + +"You got me," he said calmly, his voice no longer carrying any attempt to conceal the truth. "My bloodline is different from all the bloodlines present in the Black Dragon Clan. Do not misunderstand, it is still a Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, but it is not the same as the ones you are familiar with. It is stronger than any source bloodline or even the so called progenitor bloodline within the clan. In a way, my bloodline is the strongest variant of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline." + +He paused briefly before continuing, his tone turning more serious as he chose his words carefully. "Since I have already said this much, I might as well be completely honest with you. My bloodline is not complete. What you are sensing right now is only a part of its true potential. To fully complete it, I need the Imperial Bloodline." + +As his words settled, a deep silence filled the room. + +Isabella did not speak immediately. Even though she had already suspected that something about Max was abnormal, hearing him confirm it so directly still left her momentarily stunned. The idea that his bloodline was not only a variant but a superior one that surpassed even the progenitor bloodline of the Black Dragon Clan was something she had never considered possible before. + +After a few seconds, she finally spoke, her expression turning solemn as she looked at him with a new level of seriousness. + +"I am shocked that you possess such a rare and powerful variant of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline," she said slowly. "But what shocks me even more is that you chose to tell me this so easily." + +Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied his face. "From what I understand, this should be one of your biggest secrets within the Black Dragon Clan. Yet you revealed it without hesitation." + +She leaned forward slightly, her voice carrying a deeper layer of suspicion now. "So tell me, Max, what are your true intentions? I do not believe this is only about obtaining the Imperial Bloodline. There is something more behind your words." + +Max did not avoid her gaze. Instead, he met it directly, his expression calm but firm. "You are right," he said, nodding his head slightly. "It is not just about the Imperial Bloodline." + +He paused for a moment before continuing, his tone steady and straightforward. "I am telling you this because I need your loyalty and your trust." + +Isabella’s brows furrowed immediately upon hearing that. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice sharp as confusion and caution mixed within her eyes.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +Max did not hesitate after hearing her question. "I am creating a secret force," he said plainly. "And I want you to be a part of it." + +For a brief moment, Isabella simply stared at him, and then a light laugh escaped her lips. It was not mocking, but there was clear disbelief in it as she leaned back slightly. + +"A secret force?" she repeated, her tone almost amused. "And what exactly is in it for me?" + +Her eyes, however, did not lose their sharpness. Beneath that light reaction, she was already analyzing his intent, trying to determine whether he was serious or simply speaking out of ambition without substance. + +Max did not react to her laughter. Instead, he answered without any change in his expression, his voice steady and confident. + +"Aside from the fact that I can make you strong enough to surpass Zain Heron even before you fully awaken your Imperial Bloodline, you should understand one more thing," he said. "Every individual I recruit into this force will not be ordinary. They will be people who can stand at the highest level among the geniuses of the Divine Realm." + +His words were not loud, yet they carried an undeniable conviction that made them difficult to dismiss. + +He continued, his gaze sharpening slightly as he looked directly at her. "Let’s be honest, Isabella. In a few years, you will fully awaken your Imperial Bloodline, and you will become the true Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan. That path is already set for you." + +He paused for a brief moment before asking in a quieter tone, "But is that really enough for you?" + +Isabella’s expression shifted subtly. + +Max leaned forward slightly, his voice gaining a deeper intensity as he spoke. "Are you satisfied with becoming the strongest genius of the Black Dragon Clan, a third rate force that stands near the bottom of the Divine Realm? Are you willing to spend your entire life within the boundaries of this clan without ever truly understanding how vast this world really is?" + +Each word struck with precision, targeting the very core of her ambition. + +Then, his tone changed once more, becoming calm yet filled with absolute certainty. "I can take you beyond that. I can make you reach the peak of the Divine Realm. I can elevate your talent and potential to a level where you can stand alongside the geniuses of the first rate forces, not beneath them." + +His eyes locked onto hers as he delivered the final condition. "But only if you are willing to join my force and be loyal to me." + +The room fell silent once again. + +This time, Isabella did not laugh. + +Her expression turned completely solemn as she looked at Max, her earlier amusement gone without a trace. At first, she had thought his words about creating a secret force were nothing more than a passing idea, perhaps even arrogance. However, as she listened to him speak, she realized that there was no hesitation or uncertainty in his tone. He was not joking. + +He had already decided this path. + +And more importantly, he truly believed in what he was saying. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1534.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1534.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b76acf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1534.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1527: Another Source for the Imperial Bloodline?!" +slug: "ch-1534" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1534 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1009 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let’s say I believe all your words," Isabella said after a long pause, her brows slightly furrowed as she tried to process everything he had just told her. Her tone was no longer mocking or doubtful, but neither was it fully convinced. "Does that mean if I join you, I will have to leave the Black Dragon Clan?" + +Max shook his head without hesitation, his expression calm and composed as if he had already considered such a concern long ago. + +"No," he replied. "You will remain a member of the Black Dragon Clan, just as you are now. Nothing about your position here will change. However, at the same time, you will also become a member of my force." + +His words were simple, but the meaning behind them was far deeper. He was not asking her to abandon her roots. He was asking her to step beyond them. + +Isabella nodded slowly, absorbing his answer as her thoughts continued to shift. + +"I understand that you are creating this secret force," she said after a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at him again. "But I want to know something more important." + +Her voice grew more serious as she continued, "What is the true goal of this force? What is your ultimate purpose in creating it?" + +Max remained silent for a brief moment before answering, his tone steady but leaving no room for negotiation. "That is something I cannot tell you," he said calmly. "Only those who are truly part of my force have the right to know that." + +Isabella did not respond immediately. Instead, she lowered her gaze slightly, her mind falling into deep contemplation. The room grew quiet once more as she began weighing everything in her heart. + +As a genius of the Black Dragon Clan, she had always carried ambition within her, a desire to reach heights that most could not even imagine. Yet at the same time, she was painfully aware of the limits imposed by her identity. + +No matter how talented she was, she was still bound by the status of the Black Dragon Clan, a third rate force in the vast Divine Realm. That ceiling was something she had always known existed, even if she had never spoken about it. + +And now, Max stood before her, offering something that directly challenged that limitation. + +He spoke of reaching the peak of the Divine Realm as if it was not a distant dream but a possible future. He spoke of surpassing Zain even before she fully awakened her Imperial Bloodline, something that sounded impossible on the surface. + +Yet when she thought about everything she had seen from him so far, his monstrous growth, his overwhelming strength, and the countless impossibilities he had already turned into reality, she found it difficult to dismiss his words as mere arrogance. + +That was what made this decision so difficult. + +"I need some time to think about this," Isabella finally said, lifting her head as she looked at him again, her expression serious and conflicted. + +She understood very clearly what accepting his offer would mean. Joining his force was not something she could treat lightly. It would require complete commitment, not just in name but in action and loyalty. It would mean placing her future, and perhaps even her fate, in his hands. + +But at the same time, the possibility he offered was something she could not ignore. + +Was she ready to take that step? + +Did she truly believe in him? + +Or was this nothing more than a gamble with everything she had?𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +As these questions echoed within her mind, Isabella realized that for the first time in a long while, she did not have an answer. + +"You can take your time," Max said calmly, his tone steady as if he was in no hurry to receive her answer. + +"Hm." Isabella nodded lightly, though her mind was still caught between hesitation and temptation. + +For a brief moment, silence returned to the room, but then something seemed to cross her mind. Her expression shifted slightly, and she looked at Max with a more serious gaze. "Since you were honest with me about your bloodline," she said slowly, "then I will also tell you something about the Imperial Bloodline." + +Max’s eyes sharpened slightly, his interest immediately piqued. + +"The dragon heart that lies deep within the Black Dragon Clan," Isabella continued, "was not created by the clan itself. It was brought here from a forbidden planet known as Orion." + +The moment she spoke that name, the atmosphere seemed to change subtly, as if the word itself carried a weight that could not be ignored. + +"I have heard rumors," she went on, her voice lowering slightly, "that thousands of years ago, an actual true dragon died on that planet. Not a descendant, not a bloodline carrier, but a genuine ancient dragon whose existence surpassed what most beings in the Divine Realm could even comprehend." + +Her eyes flickered with a faint hint of awe as she spoke. "The heart that our clan possesses... it is said to have been taken from that dragon’s corpse." + +Max listened silently, but his focus had already deepened. + +Isabella continued, her tone growing more thoughtful. "If a single heart from that dragon could become the source of the Imperial Bloodline within the Black Dragon Clan, then it is only natural to assume that the rest of its body did not simply lose its value. The remaining corpse of that dragon on Orion could very well still contain a similar source... or perhaps something even greater." + +"A forbidden planet... Orion," Max repeated slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as interest flashed within them. + +If what she said was true, then this was not just a rumor. It was an opportunity. + +If there existed another source tied to the same dragon, then it might offer him a path that did not require Isabella’s death. It might even provide something far beyond what the heart alone could offer. + +"Tell me more about this Orion," Max said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable intensity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1535.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1535.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..53f32cb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1535.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1528: Forbidden Planet Orion!" +slug: "ch-1535" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1535 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1151 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Isabella nodded and began explaining, her expression turning solemn as she spoke of a place that few dared to truly understand. "Orion is not an ordinary planet," she said. "Thousands of years ago, it was one of the main battlefields of a great war that swept across the Divine Realm. That war involved countless powerful beings, forces from different realms, and even existences that no longer leave traces in the current era." + +Her eyes lowered slightly as if recalling something distant. "Because of that war, the entire planet was transformed. The land itself is soaked with remnants of ancient power. Fragments of laws, broken inheritances, forgotten techniques, and lost treasures are scattered across its surface. Even now, those remnants continue to influence the planet, creating environments that defy logic." + +She paused briefly before continuing, her tone growing heavier. "That is why Orion is considered a land of opportunity. From first rate forces to third rate forces, many send their disciples there to test their luck. Some go in search of ancient inheritances. Others seek rare resources that cannot be found anywhere else. It is not an exaggeration to say that Orion is one of the most frequently explored planets in the Divine Realm." + +Max listened carefully, but he could already sense that there was more to it. + +"And yet," Isabella said, her voice turning colder, "it is also one of the most dangerous places in existence." + +She looked directly at him, her eyes reflecting a seriousness that had not been there before. "Orion is called a forbidden planet for a reason. Alongside its treasures, it is filled with horrors that defy understanding. The remnants of that ancient war did not simply fade away. They twisted the environment, created unstable zones, and gave birth to entities that should not exist." + +Her voice slowed slightly as she continued. "There are places on Orion where the laws of reality themselves are broken. There are regions where time flows differently, where space collapses without warning, and where even powerful cultivators can disappear without leaving a trace. There are also ancient creatures, mutated beings, and remnants of war constructs that still wander the land, attacking anything that enters their territory." + +A faint tension appeared in her expression. "It is said that nearly half of the people who enter Orion never return. Some die. Some vanish. And some... return as something else entirely." + +The room grew quiet again. + +"At almost every step on that planet, there is a chance of death," Isabella said finally. "That is why, despite its treasures, Orion is considered a forbidden planet by most of the Divine Realm." + +Max remained silent after hearing all of this. + +But within his eyes, there was no fear, only interest. + +"This is good news," Max said as he nodded slowly, his expression turning thoughtful rather than concerned. Instead of fear, there was a faint glimmer of anticipation in his eyes, as if the danger Isabella had just described only made the opportunity more valuable in his mind. + +Isabella frowned the moment she heard his tone. She studied his face carefully before asking, "You are not planning to go to Orion, are you?" Her voice carried a trace of disbelief, but beneath it was a clear concern. She had just explained how terrifying that place was, and yet Max did not seem the least bit hesitant. + +Max smiled lightly, his expression calm but unwavering. "I am planning to go there," he replied without hesitation. He looked at her directly, his eyes carrying a quiet intensity as he continued. "Isabella, there is something you must understand. If you truly want to become strong, then you cannot afford to ignore opportunities just because there is a chance of death. In this world, every path to power comes with risk. The greater the opportunity, the greater the danger that comes with it." + +He paused briefly, letting his words sink in before continuing in a more serious tone. "Opportunities that can significantly increase your strength do not appear often. Most people spend their entire lives waiting for a single chance like that. If you let fear hold you back, then you will remain exactly where you are, no matter how talented you might be." + +Max then shifted his gaze slightly, as if thinking ahead. "There will be a gathering of geniuses organized by a second rate force in three months, and after that comes the most important event in the entire Divine Realm, the Cosmic Ascension Conference." His voice grew heavier as he spoke of it. "For both of these, I need to increase my strength as much as possible. The gap between me and the true top geniuses is still too large." + +He looked back at her, his eyes steady. "If there is even a chance that the corpse of that Black Dragon on Orion can help me grow stronger, then I cannot ignore it. No matter how dangerous it is, I have to go there and try my luck." + +A heavy silence followed his words. + +Isabella stood there, her eyes fixed on him as his determination became clear to her. There was no hesitation in his voice, no trace of doubt in his expression. He had already made his decision long before she even finished explaining Orion. + +For a moment, she said nothing. + +Then, her expression gradually changed. + +The hesitation in her eyes faded, replaced by a firm resolve. + +"I will go with you," she said. + +Max looked at her for a brief moment before a faint smile appeared on his lips. "You will have to come with me anyway," he said casually. "You are my maid after all." + +Isabella’s expression immediately turned sour, her brows knitting together as annoyance flashed across her face. Just as she was about to respond, Max spoke again, cutting her off before she could say anything. + +"Jokes aside," he said, his tone returning to seriousness, "go and make preparations for Orion. As the Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan, you should have access to a high grade Star Shuttle. We will need something reliable if we are going there." + +He paused briefly before adding, "We will leave in one week. Until then, I suggest you focus on increasing your strength. Try to break through to the Law Awakening Realm. Orion is not a place where we can afford to be careless." + +Isabella nodded slowly, her expression still serious as she absorbed his words. "Alright," she said. + +With that, she turned and left Max’s residence, her mind already beginning to plan her next steps. She knew that the coming journey would not be simple, and if she truly intended to follow him to Orion, then she needed to be prepared for whatever awaited them on that forbidden planet. + +"Time to use this week of time to consolidate my strength." Max muttered as he once again entered the training chamber and into the Dimension of Time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1536.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1536.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fb4f8a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1536.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1529: A leap in strength!" +slug: "ch-1536" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1536 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1159 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A week passed in the blink of an eye, and when the appointed day finally arrived, Max stood ready to depart for the forbidden planet Orion. The decision he had made earlier had not wavered even for a moment during those seven days. Instead, everything he did in that short span of time had been focused on preparing himself for the dangers that awaited him on that distant and perilous world. + +There had been several developments during that week. + +As promised, Lady Virelia had sent a disciple to deliver the dragon related materials that Max had requested. These were not ordinary remains but contained traces of draconic essence that still held significant value even after countless years. + +Max did not waste any time after receiving them. Within the confines of his residence and the isolation of his Dimension of Time, he devoured them all. + +By the end of the week, the results were nothing short of astonishing. + +His Draconic Essences had increased from twelve hundred to two thousand, and the same was true for his Dragon Scales. This was not a small improvement but a massive leap in his physical foundation. + +The increase was so significant that even Max himself could feel the difference clearly with every movement of his body. His muscles felt denser, his bones more resilient, and his entire physique carried a weight that was far beyond what it had been before. + +Max stood quietly for a moment, sensing the changes within himself. The power that surged through his body was steady and overwhelming, not explosive but deeply rooted. It was the kind of strength that did not falter under pressure. + +With this level of improvement, he could clearly feel that his body had reached a new threshold. + +"If I attempt it now, I can definitely endure the opening of the third divine vein," Max muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly as he evaluated his current condition. The confidence in his voice was not baseless. Compared to before, his body was now far more stable and durable, capable of withstanding pressures that would have shattered him earlier. + +However, even as that thought appeared, he quickly shook his head.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +The problem was not his body anymore. + +The problem was the sheer amount of energy required. + +The opening of the third divine vein demanded a level of resources that far exceeded what he currently possessed. The dragon materials provided by Lady Virelia had already been completely consumed in to increase the number of Draconic Essences and Dragon Scales, and even though the results were excellent, they were still not enough to push him into the next stage. + +A faint sigh escaped his lips. + +"Still not enough," he muttered quietly. + +Even so, there was no disappointment in his expression. + +Instead, there was only calm acceptance. + +He knew exactly how much stronger he had become, and he did not dare to underestimate it. The power contained within his two thousand Draconic Essences alone was already terrifying, capable of granting him overwhelming physical strength. + +At the same time, the defense provided by his two thousand Dragon Scales had reached a level where even powerful attacks would struggle to leave a mark on him. + +Combined together, they had elevated his overall combat capability to an entirely new level. + +"At the very least, I can now unleash the full might of the second divine vein without any restraint," Max said softly as a faint smile appeared on his face. + +With that thought, he began walking toward the meeting place where he and Isabella had agreed to meet. + +Not long after leaving his residence, Max arrived at the agreed meeting place. The location was deliberately chosen to be secluded, far away from the usual flow of disciples moving through the Black Dragon Palace. + +The surroundings were quiet, almost unnaturally so, with no signs of activity in any direction. It was the kind of place where even the faintest movement could be noticed, which made it ideal for a departure that was not meant to draw attention. + +Under normal circumstances, disciples of the Black Dragon Clan were not allowed to leave the palace freely, especially not to venture toward other planets. Such actions required strict permission from the clan, and those who violated this rule would face severe punishment without exception. + +However, the Saint and the Saintess stood in a completely different position. Their status granted them a level of freedom that ordinary disciples could not even imagine. As long as they informed the clan beforehand, they were permitted to travel wherever they wished. + +Max had already taken care of this matter. + +Before making his preparations, he had spoken directly with Lady Virelia about his intention to go to Orion. As expected, she had not approved of the idea. The danger of Orion was well known, and even someone of Max’s caliber would not be guaranteed survival there. + +She had tried to dissuade him, warning him of the risks and the countless geniuses who had perished on that forbidden planet. + +However, in the end, she had said nothing more. + +She understood him. + +She knew that once Max made a decision like this, there was no turning him back. Rather than continuing to oppose him, she chose to support him in her own way. Before he left, she had handed him several protective treasures, each one capable of saving his life in critical moments. + +Max had accepted them without hesitation. + +And for that, he felt a quiet sense of gratitude. + +As these thoughts passed through his mind, Max’s gaze shifted forward. + +In the distance, a Star Shuttle slowly came into view. + +Its sleek structure hovered quietly above the ground, its surface reflecting faint light as if it was already prepared for a long journey across the stars. Standing near the shuttle was Isabella, her posture straight and her expression calm as she waited. + +But she was not alone. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly the moment he noticed the second figure standing beside her. + +A faint frown appeared on his face. + +This mission was supposed to remain secret, known only to him and Isabella. There was no reason for a third person to be involved, and the presence of someone else immediately raised a sense of caution within him. + +He slowed his steps slightly, his mind sharpening as his instincts reacted. + +Without any visible change in his expression, his Dimensional Sovereign Body quietly activated, its perception extending outward to analyze the unfamiliar presence. The aura of the second figure was concealed, but not completely hidden from him. + +Within a moment, the identity of that person became clear. + +Max let out a small breath, the tension in his mind easing slightly. + +The person standing beside Isabella was none other than Lucia Grimes. + +Seeing this, the faint frown on his face relaxed, though it did not disappear completely. While Lucia’s presence was unexpected, it was at least not an unknown variable. + +Still, one question remained. + +Why was she here? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1537.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1537.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..77fd2a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1537.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1530: Max’s Confusion!" +slug: "ch-1537" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1537 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1233 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max stepped closer, his gaze immediately locked onto Lucia, his expression turning slightly serious. He did not waste any time on unnecessary words. + +"What are you doing here?" he asked directly, his tone calm but carrying a clear edge of dissatisfaction at the unexpected situation. + +Lucia’s reaction was instant. + +"What am I doing here? Are you kidding me?!" she shot back, her voice rising as disbelief flashed across her face. She stepped forward slightly, clearly irritated as she looked between Max and Isabella. + +"You two, the Saint and the Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan, are about to leave the Black Dragon Palace and head to one of the most dangerous planets in the entire Divine Realm, and you are seriously asking me what I am doing here?" + +Her words came out sharp and fast, but after venting her frustration, she suddenly paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. + +"You should consider yourselves fortunate that Aunt Virelia trusts your judgment," she said. "But in my opinion, she trusts you a little too much. If it were any other elder, this would have been reported to the clan immediately, and both of you would have been stopped from leaving." + +She then folded her arms, her gaze steady as she delivered the final point. "In any case, she asked me to come along. My job is to make sure the two of you do not end up dead on Orion." + +Max listened quietly, and when she mentioned Lady Virelia, he gave a small nod as if everything had fallen into place. "So Master sent you," he said, his tone neutral as he confirmed his guess. He had already suspected that Lucia’s appearance was not random, and now that it was confirmed, he did not question it further. + +However, Lucia was not done. + +"Now that I am coming with you," she said firmly, "I need to know something. Why exactly are you going to Orion?" Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him. "What is the reason behind this trip?" + +Max did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned and began walking toward the Star Shuttle, his steps unhurried as if the question did not demand urgency. "It is a secret mission," he said calmly without looking back. "And that mission will remain a secret until we arrive at Orion." + +With those words, he stepped inside the Star Shuttle. + +Lucia stared at his back for a moment before her expression darkened slightly. Without wasting another second, she followed him inside, clearly unwilling to let the matter go. + +"What secret mission?" she demanded as she entered. "Max, you better explain what you are talking about." + +From behind, Isabella let out a soft sigh as she watched the two of them. There was a faint sense of resignation in her expression as she stepped forward as well. "It seems this will be a long journey," she muttered quietly before entering the Star Shuttle. + +Inside, the interior of the shuttle revealed itself to be far more spacious than one would expect from the outside. The structure was almost the size of a large residence, with multiple sections designed for travel across vast distances. + +As Max stepped further inside, he briefly scanned the surroundings, taking in the structure of the shuttle. Everything was prepared for a long journey across the stars. + +"Max, did you hear what I said?!" Lucia’s voice suddenly rang out inside the Star Shuttle, breaking the calm atmosphere that had settled after their departure. + +Max glanced at her without any urgency, then casually took a seat as if her frustration did not concern him in the slightest. He leaned back slightly, resting his arm against the side of the seat before speaking in a calm and almost teasing tone. + +"Before that, tell me something," he said. "How exactly should I address you? Senior Lucia, Senior Sister Lucia, or since you are the niece of my master, should I call you Master’s Niece Lucia?" + +Lucia’s expression immediately darkened, and a faint flush of anger rose to her face. "Just call me Lucia, you moron!" she snapped, her patience clearly wearing thin. + +Max let out a light laugh, clearly amused by her reaction. "Alright, Lucia it is," he said casually, completely unfazed. + +He then leaned forward slightly, his tone returning to a calm seriousness as he added, "As for the secret mission, I will tell you when we reach Orion. You have my word." + +Lucia stared at him for a few moments, her eyes sharp as if trying to see through his intentions. "You better," she said coldly. "Otherwise, I would not mind letting you get lost somewhere on Orion." + +At that exact moment, the Star Shuttle began to vibrate slightly. A low hum filled the interior as the formation arrays activated, and within seconds, the entire structure lifted smoothly into the air. The ground beneath them quickly disappeared as the shuttle shot upward, piercing through the sky at an incredible speed.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +Isabella stood at the control interface, her movements steady and precise as she guided the shuttle out of the Black Dragon Clan’s territory and into the vast expanse beyond. + +Max glanced toward Lucia again, recalling her earlier words, and a thought formed in his mind. "Have you been to Orion before?" he asked. "The way you spoke just now, it sounds like you are familiar with that place." + +Lucia straightened slightly, a hint of pride appearing on her face. "Of course I have," she replied. "Do you think Aunt Virelia would send me with you if I had no experience with Orion? That place is not something you can deal with just by being strong. You need knowledge of the terrain, the dangers, and the unpredictable nature of that world." + +She folded her arms as she continued, her tone carrying quiet confidence. "I am a true disciple of the Black Dragon Clan. Because of that, I have been to several planets beyond our home world. Orion is just one of them." + +Max nodded slowly as he listened, his understanding of the difference in status between disciples becoming clearer. The privileges of a true disciple were indeed on a completely different level compared to ordinary or even direct disciples. + +Access to resources, missions, and experience in the outside world all contributed to shaping their strength in ways others could not easily match. + +After a brief pause, Max asked another question. "What is your current cultivation realm?" + +Lucia answered without hesitation. "Second level of the Law Manifestation Realm," she said calmly. + +Max frowned slightly upon hearing that. "Second level of the Law Manifestation Realm?" he repeated, his expression turning thoughtful. "Then does that not mean you cannot participate in the Cosmic Ascension Conference?" + +Lady Virelia had told him that the required cultivation realm for geniuses to participate in the Cosmic Ascension Conference was Law Refinement Realm. But Lucia’s current strength was at the 2nd level of Law Manifestation Realm which was above the Law Refinement Realm which made her impossible to participate in the Cosmic Ascension Conference. + +And from what Max knew the true disciples of the Black Dragon Clan were heavily cultivated by the clan for this very tournament. + +But if all the true disciples were in the Law Manifestation Realm then how would they be eligible for the Cosmic Ascension Conference if the requirement to participate in the tournament was Law Refinement Realm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1538.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1538.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..453782b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1538.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1531: Rules of the Cosmic Ascension Conference!" +slug: "ch-1538" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1538 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1145 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Do not worry about that," Lucia said with a faint smile as she looked at Max, her earlier irritation fading into a more composed expression. "The criteria for participating in the Cosmic Ascension Conference is far more complicated than what you currently know. What you have heard so far is only the most basic part of it." + +Max’s gaze sharpened slightly as he listened, clearly interested. + +Lucia leaned back slightly and began explaining, her tone steady and informative. + +"It is true that the original requirement for participation in the Cosmic Ascension Conference is the Law Refinement Realm," she said. "This rule was established when the very first conference was held, which dates back millions of years, perhaps even earlier than that. At that time, the strongest geniuses across the Divine Realm were generally at the Law Refinement Realm or at most at its peak. That level represented the highest standard of talent and cultivation among the younger generation." + +She paused briefly before continuing, her voice growing more serious. "However, as time passed, the situation began to change. With each passing era, the overall strength of the geniuses across the Divine Realm continued to rise. Techniques improved, resources became more refined, and the cultivation environment evolved. As a result, many of the top disciples from powerful forces began to break past the Law Refinement Realm even before the conference took place." + +Max listened silently, his expression thoughtful. + +Lucia’s eyes narrowed slightly as she continued. "This created a serious problem. Many of the strongest geniuses, the very individuals who were supposed to represent their forces, ended up becoming ineligible to participate simply because they had already advanced too far. This happened repeatedly across multiple conferences, and over time, it led to widespread dissatisfaction among the various forces of the Divine Realm." + +Her tone carried a hint of gravity as she spoke of that history. "Imagine investing countless resources into nurturing a genius, only to have them disqualified at the most important stage because they surpassed the limit that was meant to define excellence. Naturally, the major forces did not accept this situation quietly." + +Max’s eyes flickered slightly as he began to understand where this was going. + +"At some point," Lucia continued, "the pressure from all sides became too great. The major forces collectively raised their voices, and eventually, the rules of the Cosmic Ascension Conference were revised." + +She looked directly at Max as she explained the outcome. "A new rule was introduced. Geniuses who have reached the Law Manifestation Realm are also allowed to participate in the conference. However, there is a condition." + +Max leaned slightly forward, his interest fully captured now. + +Lucia spoke the final part clearly. "Their cultivation will be forcibly restricted to the peak of the Law Refinement Realm for the entire duration of the Cosmic Ascension Conference." + +The words hung in the air. + +"It does not matter how strong they actually are," she added. "Once they enter the conference, their power is sealed to that level. This ensures fairness while still allowing the strongest geniuses of each era to compete." + +She concluded. "But there is also a limit to this. If the cultivation of the geniuses went past the 10th level of Law Manifestation Realm then they are truly ineligible to participate in the tournament." + +Max fell silent for a moment as he absorbed everything Lucia had explained, his expression gradually turning more serious as his thoughts began to connect the implications behind her words. + +"Does that not mean that those who are truly at the peak of the Law Refinement Realm do not stand any real chance in the conference?" Max said slowly. "If there are geniuses whose actual cultivation has already reached the peak of the Law Manifestation Realm, but are merely restricted down to the peak of Law Refinement during the tournament, then the difference in their foundation, comprehension, and overall strength would still be overwhelming. Even if their cultivation is suppressed, they would still dominate those who genuinely belong to the Law Refinement Realm." + +He leaned back slightly as he continued, a wry smile appearing on his face. "In that case, the so called peak Law Refinement geniuses would simply be crushed by those who have already stepped far beyond that stage." + +Lucia did not seem surprised by his conclusion. Instead, she shrugged lightly, her expression calm as if this reality was something she had long accepted. + +"That is exactly how things have been in the last few Cosmic Ascension Conferences," she said. "What you just described is not a possibility. It is the standard." + +She folded her arms as she continued explaining, her tone steady. "Because of that rule, all the forces in the Divine Realm have adapted their strategies. Instead of keeping their geniuses at the Law Refinement Realm, they push them as far as possible into the Law Manifestation Realm before the conference begins. The higher their actual cultivation, the stronger they remain even after being restricted." + +Her gaze sharpened slightly as she added, "At that level, even a small difference in foundation or comprehension becomes decisive. Someone who has already reached the peak of the Law Manifestation Realm will have a far deeper understanding of laws compared to someone who has just reached the peak of the Law Refinement Realm. That gap cannot be erased simply by suppressing their cultivation." + +Max listened carefully, his expression growing more focused. + +Lucia continued, her voice carrying a quiet confidence. "This is also what our Black Dragon Clan plans to do. The top true disciples are already around the fifth level of the Law Manifestation Realm. By the time the Cosmic Ascension Conference begins, most of us will have reached at least the seventh level. Those with higher talent might even reach the tenth level." + +Her words were calm, but the meaning behind them was clear. + +The competition Max would be facing was far beyond what he had initially imagined. + +"I see," Max said quietly, nodding his head. + +As he understood the full picture, the pressure within his heart increased noticeably. Before this, he had assumed that reaching the peak of the Law Awakening Realm would be enough to compete since his combat power would be at the peak of Law Refinement Realm. + +That assumption had allowed him to remain relatively calm about the upcoming tournament. However, now that he understood the reality, he realized that the situation was far more intense. + +For a moment, Max closed his eyes, his breathing steady as he calmed his thoughts. + +When he opened them again, there was no hesitation left. + +Only clarity. + +"Only by evolving my bloodline completely," he thought to himself, his gaze turning cold and focused, "only by devouring the source of the Imperial Bloodline can I achieve a qualitative leap in strength." + +That was not just an option anymore. + +It was a necessity.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +"And Orion... is my only chance." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1539.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1539.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90bdb2f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1539.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1532: Arrival at Orion!" +slug: "ch-1539" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1539 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1107 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max continued exchanging a few more words with Lucia, trying to grasp as much information as he could before their arrival, Isabella’s voice suddenly reached them from the front of the Star Shuttle. + +"We are about to reach Orion." + +Her words immediately drew their attention. + +Max turned his head and looked toward her before shifting his gaze to the large viewing window ahead. What he saw caused his eyes to narrow slightly as his focus deepened. In the vast darkness of space, a massive planet came into view. It was unlike anything he had seen before. + +The entire surface of the planet was covered in a dark red hue, as if it had been soaked in blood over countless years. The color was not uniform. It shifted and pulsed faintly, giving the planet an ominous and unsettling presence. + +With every passing second, the planet grew larger. + +The closer they got, the more intense its aura became. + +Even from a distance, Max could feel that this was not an ordinary world. There was a faint pressure emanating from Orion, something ancient and chaotic that seemed to permeate its very existence. + +"Which section of the planet should we head to?" Isabella asked as she kept her hands steady on the controls, her gaze shifting briefly toward Max and Lucia. + +Max paused for a moment. + +He realized that he had no answer. + +This was his first time coming to Orion, and despite all the information he had gathered, he knew nothing about the actual layout or safe entry points of the planet. + +Lucia stepped in without hesitation. + +"Head to the southern region," she said calmly. "There is usually a neutral camp established there by multiple forces. It is the safest place to land and gather information." + +Isabella nodded immediately, adjusting the trajectory of the Star Shuttle as she guided it toward the southern part of Orion. + +The descent began. + +As they entered the atmosphere of the planet, the surroundings changed rapidly. The red hue became more intense, and the air outside seemed heavy and turbulent. Strange fluctuations could be seen across the surface, as if the land itself was unstable. + +Within a few minutes, the Star Shuttle approached a wide open area. + +Dozens of other Star Shuttles were already present, each one belonging to different forces across the Divine Realm. Some were large and imposing, radiating power and prestige, while others were smaller but no less dangerous. + +Isabella carefully guided their shuttle down and landed it among the others with precision. + +The moment the shuttle came to a stop, a faint silence filled the interior. + +They had arrived. + +This was Orion. + +The so called forbidden planet. + +The place where opportunity and death walked side by side. + +This southern camp was known as a neutral zone, a place where multiple forces had established a temporary balance. However, the word neutral was only relative. It depended entirely on the strength of the forces present. + +If a stronger force chose to act, that balance could shatter in an instant. Even so, within the boundaries of the camp, most of the weaker third rate forces chose to maintain peace, even if they held grudges or blood feuds against one another. + +Because everyone understood one thing. + +Outside the camp, there were no rules. + +Once one stepped beyond this area, it became a true battlefield where only strength determined survival. + +The three of them soon exited the Star Shuttle. + +Lucia was the first to step onto the surface of Orion. + +The moment her feet touched the ground, she paused briefly before turning back to look at Max and Isabella. "The pressure here is different," she said. "Both the gravity and the environmental force are heavier than usual. Be careful when you step out." + +Isabella nodded and carefully descended from the shuttle. + +The moment her feet touched the surface, her body trembled slightly. The increase in gravity and pressure immediately made itself known. It felt as if an invisible force was pressing down on her from all directions. + +However, she quickly steadied herself, adjusting her stance and circulating her energy to stabilize her body. Within a few seconds, she adapted to the conditions, though the seriousness in her expression increased. + +Max stepped down next. + +However, the moment his feet touched the ground, there was no visible reaction from him at all. + +His posture remained relaxed. + +His breathing did not change. + +The immense pressure that affected Isabella seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. + +Even without activating his defenses, his two thousand Dragon Scales provided a passive protection that made his body far more resilient than ordinary cultivators. The weight of Orion’s environment simply could not reach a level that would trouble him. + +Max looked around calmly. + +The air was heavy. + +The ground beneath his feet carried a faint warmth. + +And in the distance, the red landscape stretched endlessly, filled with an unknown danger that could not yet be seen. + +Lucia crossed her arms as she looked at the two of them, her expression turning serious as the weight of Orion’s atmosphere seemed to reflect in her eyes. "Now tell me," she said, her voice firm, "what exactly brought the two of you here?" + +Max did not avoid her gaze this time. + +Instead, he answered directly. + +"It is the corpse of the true Black Dragon," he said calmly. "The same one from which our clan took the heart." + +For a moment, Lucia simply stared at him as if she had misheard. + +Then her eyes widened. + +"What?!" she exclaimed, her composure breaking instantly. The shock on her face was unmistakable. "Are you insane?" she continued, her voice rising slightly. "Do you even understand what you are saying? That is your goal? The Black Dragon corpse?" + +Max remained calm despite her reaction. + +"What I need it for is another matter," he said with a faint smile. "You can consider it a separate secret. I only need your help to locate it." + +Lucia felt a headache forming. + +Of all the possible reasons she had imagined for Max coming to Orion, this was the last thing she expected. The corpse of the true Black Dragon was not just any resource. It was a matter deeply tied to the legacy of their clan, something that existed at the very edge of what could be approached safely. + +She could not understand why he would even think of going there. + +Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down before speaking again, her tone becoming more controlled though the seriousness remained. "Do you even know why our ancestors only took the heart from that corpse and left everything else behind?" she asked. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-154.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-154.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36a7ee2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-154.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 154: Four Seed Candidates" +slug: "ch-154" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 154 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The blob glanced at Amelia, a bit curious. "Go on." + +Amelia nodded, glancing at the other geniuses on their respective pillars. "According to the rules, and based on your suggestion, the fight would drag on for too long. Some of us would have to wait for quite some time before our next turn." + +She added, "My suggestion is to create four core contenders and have the others fight against them. If someone wins against a core contender, they would replace them and become a core contender themselves. This way, there would be fewer battles, and less time would be wasted." + +She continued, "In the end, the four contenders would fight each other for the title of the strongest, the one who will inherit the teachings of the temple master." + +The blob placed its tiny hand on its round chin, deep in thought. "What do you kids think?" it asked, glancing at the other geniuses. + +The eleven geniuses exchanged looks and whispered among themselves, but in the end, no one objected to the new system. + +The blob floated lazily in the air, its voice casual as it addressed the crowd. "Since you all seem fine with the idea, should I go ahead and implement this new fighting system?" + +The participants exchanged glances but remained silent, showing little concern over the change. + +Seeing their indifference, the blob chuckled and then dropped a bombshell. "You kids don’t realize it, but this might very well be the last time the temple opens its portals to the world." + +The words echoed through the hall like a thunderclap. Gasps filled the air, and shock rippled through the gathered crowd, even spreading to those outside the temple grounds. + +"What did it say?" + +"The last time? Impossible!" + +Among the most affected were the five guild masters of the East. Their usually composed faces now reflected utter disbelief. For countless generations, their guilds had relied on the temple to hone their skills, sending promising members to train in its hallowed grounds. The thought of losing such a critical resource was unthinkable. + +"Why is that?" Amelia asked, frowning. + +The blob thought for a moment before responding. "Because the temple has been running nonstop for thousands of years. However, the energy required to keep it going isn’t limitless. It’s slowly nearing its end. I believe this will be the last time the temple opens its portals." + +Saying this, it glanced at the other geniuses. "So, this is your only chance to receive my master’s inheritance. If you miss it, there won’t be another opportunity. Since you’ll all be entering Seeker Rank, this is the only chance for you and the power behind you to accept my master’s teachings." + +It added, "That’s why I chose the previous method with two groupings. But if I pick four seed candidates, there will be fewer fights. But that also means some of you won’t get the chance to join the fight willingly that is." + +"Now, if you still want me to change the fighting system, so be it." The blob shrugged. + +The geniuses exchanged glances, but they still agreed to the change in rules if it meant everything would be sorted out faster. + +"Revenna and Bruce… Don’t you think the new system would be unfair to you two?" Max asked, glancing at them. + +Bruce frowned. He understood what Max meant but also knew that, with his current strength, he wouldn’t become one of the four candidates. "It doesn’t matter," he said after a moment. + +Max nodded and turned to Revenna. "What about you?" he asked. + +Revenna glanced at Max before turning to the blob on the screen. "Are there any rewards for the final seed candidates or the runner-up?" she asked curiously. + +The blob shook its head. "Nope. This is a battle to determine the strongest, so there’s nothing for anyone else in this stage." + +Revenna nodded and turned to Max. "I’m fine too." With those words, she closed her eyes and sat down on her ice throne, settling comfortably. + +Max’s lips twitched as he watched her sit so casually on her throne. + +"Alright, since everyone is fine with it, I will accept Amelia’s suggestion and implement the new fighting system," the blob declared, and the other screen began to flicker. A moment later, four names appeared: Max Morgan, Five, Asha, Amelia. + +"The four names on the screen are the four seed candidates," the blob said, as the four figures whose names appeared on the screen disappeared from their respective pillars. + +The four of them appeared on a stage that split into four separate arenas, all appearing to be of equal size. + +The blob glanced at the remaining geniuses on their pillars. "If you can defeat any of the four candidates, you will replace them and become the new seed. But keep in mind, someone can challenge you and replace you if you lose to them." + +"The battles will continue simultaneously on each stage," it continued. "You can choose any of the four geniuses to fight, but remember, you only have one chance. If you fail to defeat a seed candidate, you will be disqualified immediately." + +Max frowned at the blob’s words and turned to it. "What if one of us loses?" he asked. "Would we be disqualified, like everyone else?" + +The blob glanced at Max, its smile widening. "Yes. Since others only get one chance, so do you four. But unlike the others, you’ll be fighting a lot, so consider this the side effect of being seed candidates." + +’So we only have one chance,’ Max mused, glancing at the six geniuses on their pillars. He wondered who would dare challenge him. Theoretically, he was the weakest among the four seed candidates, with his strength at level 7 of Apprentice Rank. But his showdown with Revenna had revealed his true strength, making Max wonder if anyone would be bold enough to challenge him, given his mysterious nature. + +But Max underestimated the arrogance of some of the geniuses present. + +"Hahaha, I’ve been wanting to thrash you for a long time, and now the moment has finally come!" Arthur Gale laughed from his pillar, his voice carrying across the arena. + +Glancing at Max with disdain, he declared, "I challenge Max." With those words, he disappeared from his pillar and appeared at the opposite end of the stage, facing Max. + +’Arthur Gale from the South… What aura has he comprehended?’ Max wondered, eyeing his opponent. + +As Max observed, Arthur Gale sneered at him. "Beating a genius from the East has been on my to-do list since I decided to come to the temple. I’ll make sure we both enjoy this." As he spoke, white mist began to emanate from his body, engulfing a part of the stage. + +Meanwhile, Henry from the Lionheart Guild challenged Five. He had heard of Asha’s strength during the dungeon break incident when she had blocked Veylin, and Amelia’s strength spoke for itself. + +Even Bruce couldn’t even land a hit on her so he didn’t think he could do any better. Explore stories at freewebnovel + +"Fine, I’ll fight that masked woman," Jack the Mad Sword challenged Asha, appearing on her stage. "I don’t think someone hiding behind a mask can be that strong," he said, grinning. + +As for Amelia, no one challenged her, and she remained unchallenged. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1540.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1540.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f6caed --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1540.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1533: Dragon Death Valley!" +slug: "ch-1540" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1540 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max shrugged lightly. "Because the corpse was too big?" he replied, his tone casual. + +Lucia shook her head immediately. + +"No," she said. "That is not the reason." + +Her expression turned grave as she continued. + +"There is a deathly aura surrounding that Black Dragon’s corpse," she explained slowly. "It is not an ordinary aura. It is something that has been formed from the lingering essence of a true dragon after death, mixed with the chaos and destruction of the war that took place here." + +She paused briefly, making sure he was paying attention. + +"Any being that comes into contact with that aura, no matter how strong they are, will begin to undergo draconification," she said. "Their body will start transforming, their mind will slowly collapse, and eventually they will turn into a monstrous dragon like creature without consciousness. After that, they will lose themselves completely and become part of that very aura." + +Her words carried a chilling weight. + +Even Isabella, who had remained quiet until now, felt a subtle tension rise in her heart. + +Lucia continued, her tone heavy with the history behind it. "Our ancestors did not take that heart easily. They sacrificed many members of the clan just to approach the corpse. Even with all that loss, they were only able to extract the heart and retreat. They could not take anything else."𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +She looked directly at Max, her eyes sharp. + +"Now you should understand what you are trying to do." + +A brief silence followed her words. + +Then she exhaled slowly and added, "Because of all this, the location of that corpse has become one of the most infamous places on Orion." + +Her voice lowered slightly as she spoke its name. + +"It is called Dragon Death Valley." + +The name itself seemed to carry a heavy presence, as if it had been stained by countless lives lost over the years. + +Lucia’s gaze did not waver. + +"And you are telling me... that you want to go there." + +Max listened to everything Lucia said without interrupting her, and when she finished, he simply nodded. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no trace of fear despite the horrifying description of the Dragon Death Valley. If anything, his resolve seemed to grow even stronger. + +"Nothing can change my mind," Max said calmly, his voice steady as if he had already accepted every possible danger that lay ahead. "I have to go there." + +Lucia stared at him for a moment, then let out a long sigh. She had already expected this answer, yet hearing it still left her with a sense of helplessness. She could tell that this was not a reckless decision born out of impulse. Max had already made up his mind, and there was no turning him back now. + +"Fine," she said, shaking her head slightly. "But before we go anywhere, you need to do something." + +She reached into her storage and took out a mask before handing it to him. "Put this on," she said. "You are far too well known right now. Walking around Orion without hiding your identity is basically inviting trouble. There are plenty of people here who would not hesitate to target you, especially because of the Sword Sovereign’s sword." + +Max nodded without questioning her judgment and took the mask from her hand. It was a simple looking mask, but upon closer inspection, intricate patterns of a black dragon could be seen carved across its surface. As soon as he placed it over his face, it adjusted itself automatically, adhering perfectly to his skin as if it had become a part of him. + +Max blinked once, then smiled faintly. "Nice," he said, clearly satisfied. + +With that done, he looked ahead and spoke as if everything was already settled. "Let’s head to this Dragon Death Valley then." + +Lucia immediately placed a hand on her forehead, clearly exasperated. + +"If only it was that easy," she muttered. + +She took a deep breath before explaining, her tone turning serious once again. "First of all, I have never been to Dragon Death Valley myself. I only know about it from information and rumors. So I do not know its exact location within Orion. And second, even if we somehow knew where it was, we cannot just rush there without any preparation. That place is not something you can approach blindly." + +Max did not argue. Instead, he smiled lightly and said, "You are the experienced one here, so I will leave the planning to you. What do we do next?" + +Lucia nodded slightly, already expecting this response. "We gather information first," she said. "We need to find out the exact location of Dragon Death Valley and also see if there are any groups preparing to head there. If we can join a group, it will make things much easier. Traveling alone in Orion is dangerous, but being part of a group increases our chances of dealing with unexpected situations." + +Max frowned slightly as he looked around the camp. "So we just ask around?" + +Lucia shook her head. "Not like that," she said. "There are places here specifically meant for exchanging information. If you ask randomly, you might either get nothing or attract unnecessary attention." + +She then turned and began walking toward the deeper part of the southern camp. "Follow me," she said. "I know a place where we can gather proper intel." + +Max and Isabella exchanged a brief glance before following behind her. + +As they moved further into the camp, the atmosphere began to change. The outer area where they had landed was relatively calm, but as they approached the center, the number of cultivators increased significantly. People from different forces could be seen moving around, some resting, some trading resources, and others quietly observing everything around them. + +The air itself felt tense. + +Every person here carried strength. + +Every person here carried intent. + +Max walked calmly through the crowd, his masked face hiding his identity while his eyes quietly observed everything around him. Isabella followed closely, her expression composed, while Lucia led the way with confidence, clearly familiar with how things operated here. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1541.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1541.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..323c08b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1541.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1534: Ascension Hall" +slug: "ch-1541" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1541 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With Lucia leading the way, the three of them moved deeper into the southern camp, weaving through the scattered formations of tents, temporary structures, and anchored Star Shuttles. + +The deeper they went, the more crowded the surroundings became. What initially appeared to be a quiet landing zone gradually revealed itself to be a bustling hub filled with cultivators from all kinds of forces. + +Max observed everything silently as they walked. + +Even though this camp could not compare to the grandeur of major forces, it was far from small in terms of activity. The sheer number of people present made one thing very clear. The allure of Orion was simply too great. + +No matter how dangerous the planet was, no matter how high the mortality rate had become over the years, it still drew countless cultivators like moths to a flame. For many, this place was not just a battlefield but an opportunity to rise beyond their limits. + +The tension in the air was subtle but ever present. + +Soon, Lucia slowed down and turned toward a modest structure standing among the many establishments in the camp. Compared to the other buildings, it did not appear particularly grand or eye catching. It was a simple shop with a wooden exterior, yet there was something about it that set it apart from everything else around it. + +Above the entrance hung a sign. + +Ascension Hall. + +Max’s eyes lingered on the name for a moment as they approached. + +At first glance, the place seemed ordinary. There were not many people inside, and it lacked the overwhelming noise one might expect from a central hub. However, as Max stood there for a moment longer, he began to notice something different. + +People constantly entered and exited the shop. + +Not in large groups, but steadily. + +One after another. + +There was a rhythm to it, almost as if this place was part of their routine. + +"This place..." Max muttered quietly. + +Lucia noticed his expression and gave a faint smile. "This is Ascension Hall," she said. "It might not look like much, but this is the central hub of information in Orion." + +Max’s eyes sharpened slightly. + +Lucia continued, her tone carrying familiarity as she stepped toward the entrance. "No matter what you are looking for, whether it is information about dangerous zones, hidden treasures, movements of powerful beasts, or even the activities of other forces, this is where you come." + +She glanced back at him briefly. "If you want to survive on Orion, information is more valuable than strength in many situations. And Ascension Hall controls the flow of that information." + +Max nodded slowly as he began to understand. + +That explained the constant flow of people. + +They were not here for goods or resources. + +They were here for knowledge. + +Lucia stepped inside without hesitation, clearly familiar with the place. Max and Isabella followed closely behind. + +The interior of the shop was simple but organized. Rows of counters lined the walls, each attended by individuals who appeared calm and composed, as if nothing in Orion could surprise them anymore. Behind them were shelves filled not with physical items, but with jade slips, scrolls, and information records. + +A few cultivators stood at different counters, speaking in low voices, exchanging resources for information or submitting requests. + +Lucia walked straight toward one of the counters without wasting any time. + +The person behind the counter, a middle aged man with sharp eyes, looked up the moment she approached. There was a brief flicker of recognition in his gaze, though he did not show it openly. + +"You are back," he said calmly. + +Lucia nodded slightly. "I need information," she replied. + +"What kind of information?" the man asked. + +Lucia did not hesitate. + +"Dragon Death Valley," she said. + +For a brief moment, the atmosphere around the counter shifted. + +Even Max could feel it. + +The man’s expression did not change much, but there was a subtle pause before he spoke again. "That is not cheap information," he said. + +Lucia placed a small storage ring on the counter without a word. + +The man glanced at it, then nodded slightly as he accepted it. + +Without another question, he turned and retrieved a jade slip from behind him before placing it in front of Lucia.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +"This contains the known routes, danger zones, and recent activity reports around Dragon Death Valley," he said. "But remember, information on Orion is never absolute." + +Lucia picked up the jade slip and scanned it briefly, her eyes moving quickly as she absorbed its contents. + +After a few seconds, she nodded. + +"This is enough," she said. + +Then she turned to Max and Isabella. + +"We have our direction," Lucia said calmly. + +Max looked at her, his eyes steady. + +"Dragon Death Valley," he repeated softly. + +Before leaving the Ascension Hall, Lucia suddenly paused, as if she had just remembered something important. She turned back toward the counter, her expression shifting from serious to slightly casual, almost playful in a way that suggested familiarity with the place. + +"By the way," she said, resting her hand lightly on the counter, "do you have anything interesting lately? Something... spicy?" + +The middle aged man behind the counter looked at her for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his face. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he had seen this exact behavior from her many times before. "You really have not changed, have you?" he said calmly. "Always looking for something extra beyond what you came for." + +Lucia simply smiled, not denying it. + +The man shook his head lightly before leaning forward just a little, his voice lowering slightly as if the information he was about to share carried some weight. "Since you are a friend of Rose and one of my regular customers, I will tell you this," he said. "Recently, something unusual has happened in Orion." + +Max’s attention sharpened immediately. + +"A part of the ascension tunnel has been damaged," the man continued. "There is a crack in space now, a tear that appeared directly within Orion." + +Lucia’s expression turned slightly serious as she listened. + +"That tear," the man added, his eyes narrowing slightly, "leads directly to the mortal realms." + +For a brief moment, silence filled the space around them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1542.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1542.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..721d923 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-1542.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 1535: A way to Mortal Realms!" +slug: "ch-1542" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 1542 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1116 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes flickered faintly, but he did not interrupt. + +The man continued, his tone now carrying a subtle warning. "However, do not get any ideas. That crack is extremely unstable. The spatial turbulence around it is violent. Any ordinary cultivator who tries to pass through will have their body torn apart before they can even reach the other side." + +Lucia frowned slightly, clearly understanding the severity of such a phenomenon. + +"It seems that a space storm struck the ascension tunnel," the man explained further. "That storm caused structural damage to the tunnel, and the resulting fracture manifested here on Orion. It is not something that happens often, but when it does, it brings chaos." + +He paused briefly before adding, "From what I know, a few second rate forces have already sent people to monitor the situation. They are trying to stabilize or close the crack before it causes further problems." + +Lucia nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "I see," she said. + +Then a small smile appeared on her face once again as she straightened up. "Thank you, Zurig," she said. "I will make sure to recommend your place to others." + +Zurig simply waved his hand lightly, as if such words did not matter much to him. + +With that, Lucia turned and walked out of the Ascension Hall, with Max and Isabella following closely behind. + +As they stepped outside, the atmosphere of the camp greeted them once again, but this time, Max’s mind lingered on what he had just heard. + +A crack in space. + +A direct path to the mortal realms. + +And something powerful enough to damage an ascension tunnel. + +Orion was far more chaotic than it seemed on the surface. + +Isabella noticed the sudden change in Max’s expression as they stepped out of the Ascension Hall and walked back into the busy flow of the camp. + +His earlier calm had turned into something more inward, more distant, as if his thoughts had drifted far beyond Orion itself. She frowned slightly, observing him for a moment before finally asking, "You suddenly became so serious. What happened?" + +Max remained silent for a brief moment before answering, his voice calm but carrying a faint weight that had not been there before. "I am from the mortal realms," he said. "So I was wondering... if that crack in space could cause any problems for my home planet." + +His words were simple, yet they revealed a concern he rarely showed. + +Lucia glanced at him, then let out a small, almost amused breath as a faint smile appeared on her face. + +"You are worrying for nothing," she said. "Do you have any idea how vast the mortal realms are? There are countless mortal planets scattered across existence. The number is so large that it might as well be infinite from our perspective." + +She looked ahead as she continued, her tone steady and reassuring. "The chance that a random spatial tear formed in Orion would connect directly to your specific home planet is so small that it is practically impossible." + +Max listened quietly, though his expression did not change immediately. + +Lucia then added another point, her voice becoming more serious as she explained further. "And even if, by some absurd coincidence, the crack did connect to your planet, it would still not become a problem in the way you are thinking." + +Max’s eyes shifted slightly toward her. + +"Contact between the Divine Realm and the mortal realms is strictly regulated," Lucia said. "It is not something that can be done freely. The power difference between the two realms is far too great. Even a low level cultivator from the Divine Realm could destroy an entire mortal civilization without effort. Because of that, there are strict laws that forbid interference." + +She paused briefly before continuing. "No force is allowed to descend upon a mortal planet that already has living inhabitants and interfere with its development. Those who break this rule face severe consequences, especially if they are discovered by higher authorities." + +Max’s expression eased slightly as he listened. + +Lucia continued walking, her tone becoming more explanatory. "The only time forces from the Divine Realm establish a presence in the mortal realms is when they find planets that have no intelligent life. Those planets are used as footholds to create subordinate forces. Our Black Dragon Clan did something similar with Obsidian Dragon City." + +She glanced at him briefly. "The purpose of such places is not conquest in the usual sense. It is cultivation. They act as gateways, gathering talented individuals from nearby mortal planets and bringing them into the fold of the Divine Realm. It is a controlled process." + +She then gave a small nod, as if concluding the matter. "So you really do not need to worry. Even if that crack leads somewhere within the mortal realms, it will not disrupt the balance in the way you fear." + +Max nodded at Lucia’s explanation, yet something about it did not sit right with him. On the surface, her reasoning made sense. The rules of the Divine Realm were strict, and the scale of the mortal realms was unimaginably vast. + +However, Max had already experienced firsthand how fragile those rules could become when something valuable appeared. + +He remained silent for a few moments before finally speaking again, his voice calm but carrying a deeper weight than before. "That logic sounds correct," he said slowly. "But I have already seen something different happen." + +Lucia and Isabella both looked at him. + +Max’s gaze turned distant for a moment as he recalled the past. "There was a time when my planet almost got destroyed," he continued. "Four Demon Lords and four Divine Beasts descended onto my world. All of them came for a single thing... a drop of True Origin Devil Blood." + +The moment those words left his mouth, Lucia’s expression changed completely. + +Her eyes widened slightly, and the calm composure she had maintained until now turned into something far more serious. "True Origin Devil Blood..." she muttered, her voice low as recognition dawned on her. + +"I know about this matter," she said after a brief pause, her tone now heavy. "A few thousand years ago, there was a battle between the Primordials and a true devil. It was not an ordinary battle. It was something that shook multiple realms. In the end, the Primordials managed to kill that devil." + +She paused for a moment before continuing, her voice steady but filled with gravity. "However, that devil was not willing to disappear completely. At the moment of its death, it condensed all of its remaining essence into a single drop of blood. That drop carried everything it was. Its power, its will, and its origin." + +Max listened carefully, his expression unmoving. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-155.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-155.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..41ccfde --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-155.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 155: Arthur Gale" +slug: "ch-155" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 155 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +On the stage, Max was surrounded by mist, and he found himself unaware of Arthur’s location. ’He seems to be using this mist… I wonder what his class is…’ Max mused as he activated his Three Dimensional Body skill. + +Everything under the mist became clearer to him, as if the mist had turned transparent under his skill. + +He saw Arthur—or rather, eight versions of Arthur—surrounding him, preparing for an attack. ’A clone skill? Or an illusion?’ Max wondered, releasing a bit of his Soul Force into the mist. It slowly radiated outward and collided with all eight Arthurs. However, the moment his Soul Force touched them, it was repelled. + +’They are all true bodies, then…!’ Max was shocked and became alert as ten blue glowing dots appeared around him. He activated his Magic Bullets skill. The ten bullets carried the combined power of ten regular magic bullets, so the energy they radiated was immense. + +Max launched the ten bullets, and they tore through the mist surrounding him. + +Bang! Bang!… + +The bullets struck the eight Arthurs, but instead of penetrating, they were repelled in all directions, much to Max’s surprise. + +"Don’t think it will be this easy to defeat me." One of the Arthurs sneered. "I know all your moves. I’ve seen them all. Therefore, anything you use against me has already been used against Revenna, so it will be useless." + +"Is that so?" Max chuckled, his figure hurtling through the mist, arriving before the Arthur who spoke. + +Clenching his fist tightly, Max struck him with the full power of 15 Draconic Essence. + +Bang! + +Arthur exploded into smithereens, but there was no blood, only more mist released from his body. + +’Strange… he didn’t attack, nor did he try to block my attack…’ Max frowned, turning to the other seven Arthurs with a troubled expression. ’Whatever… Let’s just destroy all the Arthur figures… One of them has to be real.’ He decided as he appeared between another Arthur figure and punched him, turning him into mist. + +Without wasting any more time, Max repeated the process a few more times, only to realize that none of the Arthurs were real. All of them turned to mist under his fists. + +"Are the people from the South this cowardly? Hiding behind mist?" Max taunted, feeling frustrated by Arthur’s tactics. + +"Coward?" Arthur’s voice echoed through the mist. "You fool. This is how we from the South fight, or rather, you should never expect a fair fight from anyone from the South." With those words, all the mist suddenly flowed toward a certain point on the stage and transformed into Arthur’s figure. + +However, something was different about him this time. Thin strands of white mist flowed all around his body, like a cover protecting him—a film of thin mist outlining his entire form. + +Max observed him carefully, frowning when he sensed that Arthur’s energy level was beyond the chart. ’Previously, I could sense that he had the strength of level 10 of Adept rank, but now I can’t…’ + +Suddenly, Max’s eyes widened in shock as Arthur appeared in front of him with a burst of speed, his fist hurtling toward Max like a cannonball. + +Reacting swiftly, Max crossed his arms in front of his chest, bracing for the inevitable impact. + +Bang! + +The collision was deafening, and a shockwave rippled through the air as Arthur’s punch connected. Max was sent hurtling backward, his body a blur as he was blasted hundreds of meters across the stage. His feet scraped against the ground, carving deep grooves into the floor as he struggled to regain his footing. + +Dust and debris swirled around him as he finally came to a halt, his arms still crossed in defense. Slowly, he lowered them, revealing a faint smirk on his face despite the force of the attack. + +"Not bad," Max muttered, shaking his arms to dispel the lingering numbness. "But you’ll need more than that to keep me down." + +Arthur smiled sarcastically. "Don’t worry. That was just one-eighth of my true power." + +"One-eighth?" Max frowned upon hearing him. He could still feel the slight numbness from that fist, but the strength behind it was just one-eighth of Arthur’s full strength? He doubted it. + +"Don’t be so surprised." Arthur said, seeing Max’s astonished face. "In fact, I have to thank you too. Without you, I would have never been able to achieve this state I’m in now." + +Max frowned, not understanding a word of what Arthur was saying. + +"Hahaha," Arthur smiled, pointing to the mist outlining his body. "Don’t you see the mist outlining my body? Guess what else outlines one’s body?" + +Max thought for a moment before his eyes widened in disbelief. "That couldn’t be…" + +"Yes, it definitely is…" Arthur nodded, smiling in satisfaction at Max’s reaction. + +"Vital Shell…" Max muttered, feeling shocked. "But Vital Shell could only be possible in Seeker Rank. Most importantly, you would need to open the Gate of Life in your heart before you could even use Vital Essence." + +"That is correct." Arthur smiled. "But anything is possible if you have the required class for it. My class is a very unique one called Mist Breaker. I can break any limits on my body if certain conditions are met." + +"Conditions?" Max now understood what Arthur had been thanking him for earlier. "Those clones of yours… are they part of your conditions?" he asked realizing. + +Arthur smiled wider as he saw Max understanding. "Correct. Those eight avatars of me were eight locks of my heart. You can’t do anything to them if you use mana, elements, or even weapons. They are immune. However, if someone surpasses my physical strength, they can break an avatar. If all my avatars are broken, the lock on my heart opens temporarily." + +He continued, "Well, my class is only B Rank on the surface and severely limits me to using mist-related skills. But if one knows how to play with the conditions, then one can truly be invincible with this class of mine." + +Max frowned, taking a moment to understand Arthur’s words. "You mean that everything you’ve done so far was part of the condition manifested by your Mist Breaker class? And by destroying all your avatars, I gave you the power of Seeker Rank—the ability to coat your body with Vital Essence? But your body isn’t covered in Vital Essence; it’s covered in a layer of mist." + +Placing a hand on his chin, Max smirked. "So, that’s the limitation of your class. Your class manifested a false lock for the Gate of Life. After breaking it, you awakened the ability to enforce your body with false Vital Essence - Mist Essence." + +He added with a sneer, "If you had truly opened the lock for the Gate of Life, you’d probably be using the original Vital Essence instead of Mist Essence." + +Arthur frowned. "It doesn’t matter if it’s Vital Essence or Mist Essence, since both do the same thing: increase one’s defense and combat power to very high levels." Discover stories with freewebnovel + +He clenched his fists. "Even if mine isn’t the original Vital Shell, my Mist Shell is no weaker." + +As he spoke, two white swords made entirely from Mist Essence materialized in his hands. "Now, it’s time I play with you, the trash from the East, to my heart’s content." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-156.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-156.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36916d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-156.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 156: Power of Mist" +slug: "ch-156" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 156 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1247 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max smiled as he took out his black sword. "Come on then." His sword began to shine in red and blue glowing hues as he used 10% of his Fusion State aura. Almost instantly, the intent releasing from him caused the air itself to tremble. + +"I don’t know what this aura you’re using is, but anything below level 3 Aura is trash," Arthur said, shouting, as his figure began to release white mist before vanishing into it. + +Bang! + +Almost instantly, an explosion erupted at Max’s position as his sword clashed against Arthur’s twin blades. Sparks flew in all directions, but neither of them took a step back. + +"Good, but I’m increasing my strength to another level," Arthur shouted as his entire right hand became enveloped in white mist, boosting his power even further. However, Max still didn’t budge. Instead, the tiles beneath their feet cracked like spider webs. + +"Just how crazy is your physical strength?!" Arthur questioned, his face filled with disbelief. He had used the power of his two avatars just now and yet couldn’t even make Max tremble. It was as if he was hitting a solid, impenetrable wall. + +Max smiled slightly, increasing the strength in his arms. He pushed Arthur back, forcing him to take several steps back. + +"You sure are full of surprises," Max said with a grin, holding his blade high. Calming himself, he recalled the Momentum Sword technique, which had been gifted to him by his dear friend. + +The technique had only three moves. Fast Momentum Sword was the first. + +Max glanced at Arthur and swung his sword down. "1st move." + +Arthur easily blocked the move with his twin blades. "Try something better," he sneered, sensing how weak the earlier attack had been. + +Max remained silent and swung his sword again. "2nd move." + +This time, the sword attack was a bit faster and sharper than before, but Arthur easily blocked it again with his twin blades. "Come on now. Try harder. Let me see your full strength." Arthur playfully encouraged him, wanting nothing more than to toy with Max. Seeing Max’s attacks, he felt it was the perfect opportunity to do so. + +"3rd move," Max muttered silently, swinging his sword again. Once more, Arthur blocked it, but this time, he frowned, sensing something strange. + +"4th move," Max said suddenly, and at that moment, his attack came again. Arthur swung his twin blades, and they collided with Max’s sword. + +Clang! + +However, this time, he could barely repel the strike. + +"You…!" Arthur’s face turned cold as he realized what Max was planning, but it was the technique Max had used that made him even angrier. He recognized it well—it belonged to one of the geniuses from the South Region. But he couldn’t fathom what had gone wrong for Max to possess it. + +"5th move," Max’s sword came down once more. Feeling frustrated, Arthur used the power of his three avatars, his left arm also now covered in white mist. + +"You’re starting to annoy me," Arthur shouted, swinging both his blades to counter the incoming attack. Discover more stories at freewebnovel + +Clang! + +Max was blown away but didn’t lose his stance. Stabilizing himself, he swung his sword again. + +"Don’t think that your sword will reach me from that far—" Arthur scoffed at first, but before he could finish his words, he found Max already halfway to him. ’His speed is also increasing with the attack power,’ he thought, frowning. + +"7th move…" Max muttered, appearing in front of Arthur and slashing down with his sword. + +Arthur channeled the power of four avatars into his body and slashed forward with his dual blades. + +Bang! + +Max was pushed back slightly, but that was it. "8th move." The moment he raised his sword again to attack, he disappeared and reappeared just before Arthur, swinging his sword down. + +Clang! + +Arthur blocked Max’s sword again, but he realized that Max’s attacks were becoming much faster and stronger as time passed. + +"9th move." Max slashed, and Arthur blocked the attack, but almost immediately, Max attacked again. Arthur blocked with his twin swords again, finding it increasingly difficult to stop Max’s strikes. His attacks were getting stronger and faster. + +"10th move." Another strike came, faster and sharper than before, but Arthur had enough. Channeling the power of all his five avatars, he slashed downward with both blades. + +Bang! + +The moment their swords collided, Max was blasted away like a broken kite. However, that was when Arthur’s figure began to transform. White mist covered almost every part of his body, leaving only his head exposed. + +Max glanced at Arthur’s transformation, a smile forming on his face. ’Just at the right time.’ + +"11th move," Max muttered as he appeared directly in front of Arthur, his sword descending with terrifying momentum. + +Arthur prepared to attack Max possibly to kill him, but before the attack could land, Max pulled back his sword and unleashed another strike. + +"12th move." + +Arthur’s instincts screamed at him to react for it was too fast. One moment he was glancing at the first attack and then the second came. "Damn!" His twin blades moved to defend. Yet, before he could fully block, Max had already launched another attack. + +"13th move." + +"That was too fast!" The crowd of geniuses gasped in unison. The sheer speed of Max’s technique was unlike anything they had ever seen. Each strike came before the previous one had even completed its arc. + +"14th move… 15th move… 16th move…" + +Arthur’s frustration turned to alarm as he struggled to keep up. His twin blades clashed repeatedly with Max’s sword, but each impact drained more of his strength. His mind raced, trying to process how Max could maintain such relentless speed and precision. + +"17th move… 18th move…" + +"What is this speed?!" The geniuses couldn’t believe their eyes. It was as though Max was defying the very laws of time and space. The echoes of his earlier strikes still lingered in the air, yet he was already several moves ahead. + +By the time Max unleashed his 20th move, the reality of his power sank in for everyone watching. The 11th move still hadn’t fully landed, yet Max had already finished his sequence. + +"Too fast!" someone in the crowd of geniuses exclaimed, breaking the stunned silence. + +Arthur’s teeth clenched as he channeled all the power of his five avatars, his white-mist-covered form radiating immense energy. He unleashed the strongest attack he could muster with his dual blades. + +Bang! + +With one final attack, Max’s assaults were shattered as he was pushed back far. + +Max glanced at his sword, thinking to himself, ’A sword technique combined with Fusion State is too strong!’ He hadn’t expected such a dramatic increase in strength, but he was stunned by his own power as he moved from the 11th to the 20th move in the blink of an eye. + +He had believed that a common rank sword technique would be too weak for him, which is why he hadn’t used it against Revenna—she was simply too strong. But he decided to test it against Arthur, as his battle style seemed more focused on close combat. + +But now, Max was left speechless. The strength of the technique had completely blown him away. + +What Max failed to realize was that he had mastered the technique to the Perfection stage1, and a technique at that level was at its deadliest form, no matter the rank of the technique. + +Five stages of mastery for a technique: Beginner, Proficient, Master, Expert, and Perfection \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-157.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-157.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bbdfc1e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-157.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 157: Drag Sword" +slug: "ch-157" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 157 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1335 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"How did you get your hands on this technique?" Arthur asked furiously. + +Max glanced at him with a smile. "He gave it to me willingly." + +"Willingly? Are you kidding me?" Arthur raged. "Why would he give you a technique willingly? This doesn’t make sense at all." + +Max shrugged. "I don’t care. You’re here to fight me, so let’s fight." + +"Humph, I was taking it easy on you, but I won’t make the same mistake twice." Arthur snorted disdainfully, his aura surging as it reached its peak. Channeling the power of all eight of his avatars, Arthur’s strength truly reached its maximum. + +Max frowned slightly, sensing the pressure emanating from Arthur, but what happened next surprised him the most. + +He watched, wide-eyed, as three more pairs of mist-condensed hands sprouted from Arthur’s body, bringing the total to eight. Then, a moment later, each of the eight hands formed a mist sword, each gleaming with deadly intent. + +"This is my strongest form," Arthur said, his face full of confidence as he glanced at Max. "Now you’ll see what true power is." Raising all eight swords high, he swung them down simultaneously. + +Swish! + +Eight arcs of sword light shot toward Max, each one stronger than the last. + +Max’s eyes sharpened as he focused on the eight arcs of light, using his Three Dimensional Body skill to track their movements closely. + +Then he turned his attention to the swords. + +The Momentum Sword consisted of three moves. The first was the Fast Momentum Sword, where one had to carry the momentum forward with each strike, making the next attack faster and sharper than the last. + +The second move was called the Drag Sword. As the name suggested, the user would drag the momentum of the sword as far as possible and release it all at once in a final, powerful move. + +Gripping his sword tightly, Max took a deep breath, channeling 15% of his Fusion State aura into the blade. The sword shimmered with an otherworldly glow, its edge humming with concentrated energy. Slowly, he arched the blade backward at a precise 45-degree angle, his stance steady as though preparing for a decisive strike. Yet, he didn’t move. + +Arthur’s eight slashes of light, infused with the power of his eight avatars, tore through the air, heading straight for Max with deadly precision. The guild masters watching the battle from outside the arena held their breath, expecting Max to dodge or counter immediately. + +But Max remained motionless, his eyes calm and filled with determination. + +It wasn’t until the eight slashes were mere inches from his body that he made his move. + +"Drag Sword!" Max’s voice rang out, calm yet resolute, as his sword swung in one smooth, deliberate motion. + +Shatter! + +The moment his blade connected with the first of Arthur’s slashes, a deafening crack echoed across the arena. Like fragile glass, the slash disintegrated into shimmering fragments of light. + +The second slash met the same fate. Then the third. + +In one fluid motion, Max’s sword cut through all eight slashes as if they were nothing but illusions, each shattering upon impact. The remnants of Arthur’s once-mighty attack dissipated into the air, leaving nothing but silence in their wake. + +Arthur’s eyes widened in disbelief. The power he had poured into those eight slashes, backed by the strength of his avatars, had been completely nullified by a single swing of Max’s sword. + +"How did you do it?!" Arthur asked, his disbelief evident. An attack from his strongest form being broken like that did not sit well with him. + +Max didn’t respond. His mind was focused on something else. He realized he hadn’t performed the Drag Sword to its Perfection Stage. All three moves of the Momentum Sword needed to be mastered separately at the Perfection stage to unlock their full potential. But after using the Drag Sword just now, Max instinctively felt he hadn’t reached the Perfection stage with it. + +’There seems to be something missing,’ Max thought to himself. He had used 15% of his Fusion State aura, but the power behind the Drag Sword didn’t feel right. + +"You’re ignoring me?" Arthur laughed, his eyes burning with rage. "Trash from the East is ignoring me?" He shouted, gripping the eight swords tightly in his hands. + +Max glanced at him. "You can’t even defeat someone so low in rank, so stop calling others trash when you yourself are the biggest one." He said, his irritation growing from Arthur’s constant mocking. + +"Hahahaha, you are trash. There’s no doubt about it," Arthur said, his face contorting with madness as he raised all his swords high. "I will cut you down with my strongest attack." With those words, all eight of his arms began to glow. As the glow intensified, the mist surrounding his arms slowly dissipated, flowing into the eight swords. + +Read new chapters at freewebnovel + +The swords began to glow as the energy within them increased at an alarming rate. + +Watching this, Max’s eyes lit up with newfound clarity as a realization dawned on him. + +"I see… I’ve been missing a medium for my Drag Sword." + +With this epiphany, Max gripped his sword more firmly, raising it high at a precise 45-degree angle. His breathing slowed, becoming deep and rhythmic, as he concentrated. + +This time, he didn’t channel all his energy recklessly. Instead, he refined his control, guiding only a small portion of his mana into the blade. + +As the mana flowed into his weapon, a strange yet powerful momentum began to build around the sword. It wasn’t the raw, chaotic power of an overwhelming attack; rather, it was a balance of terrifying volatility and unyielding stability. The sword seemed like it could explode at any moment, yet it felt as solid and unshakable as a mountain. + +The air around Max vibrated with a low hum as the momentum steadily grew, rippling outward in waves that made the arena tremble. With each passing second, the energy in the sword intensified, and it seemed like a storm was trapped within the steel. + +Arthur, standing on the opposite end of the stage, narrowed his eyes as he sensed the growing pressure from Max’s technique. Not one to be outdone, he began powering up his own attack. + +The eight weapons floating around him blazed with radiant white light as Mist Essence surged into each one. The weapons, now filled with energy, pulsed with overwhelming power, exuding an aura of devastation. Arthur’s expression darkened with focus, his mind set on overwhelming Max before the Drag Sword could reach its full potential. + +Both combatants stood firm, each building their attacks to unimaginable heights. + +As Max and Arthur both powered up their moves, the energy radiating from the arena attracted the attention of the other geniuses. + +"This aura... It’s that strange aura again, but at its highest point," Crown Prince Aelric said, glancing at Max’s figure as the energy around his blade continued to rise. + +"Do you think he can win against Arthur?" Veylin asked curiously, looking at Aelric. + +Crown Prince Aelric pondered for a moment, his thoughts distant. "It’s hard to say. While Max is strong and hasn’t shown his true strength, the Mist Breaker class is already famous for its notoriety in the South. Creating false limits and breaking them under certain conditions to gain true power temporarily is magical, but against someone who can defy the odds to fight against higher-ranked geniuses, this ability may face a worthy competitor." + +Veylin mused, hearing this, and said thoughtfully, "Mist Breaker is strong, but I wonder what class Max possesses to that allows him to fight a full rank above and defeat the top geniuses of that rank." His eyes gleamed with greed as he thought about Max’s class. + +Crown Prince Aelric glanced at Veylin with a slight smile. "Veylin, how many years until your father finally enters Master Rank?" he asked. + +Veylin turned his eyes to Aelric, a strange smile appearing on his lips. "Three years at most. When he comes out, destruction will fall upon the Valora Continent." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-158.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-158.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..905c8ce --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-158.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 158: A Miracle?" +slug: "ch-158" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 158 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You are going down!" Arthur roared, his energy surging to its peak as his eight swords pulsed wildly with a blinding white glow. The pulsations grew faster, more violent, like a heartbeat racing toward its limit. + +The air around him crackled and distorted under the sheer force of his Mist Essence, his attack ready to unleash devastation. + +Max, on the other hand, was lost in his own world of focus. The momentum in his blade reached its peak, glowing with an otherworldly red and blue hue—an extension of his Fusion State, but far beyond anything he had achieved before. + +The energy swirling around his blade radiated a pressure so intense it seemed to bend reality itself. Just one final step remained before he could fully execute the Drag Sword. + +But Arthur wouldn’t give him that chance. + +"DIE!" Arthur screamed, swinging all eight of his swords down at once. A blinding column of eight white beams erupted from his weapons, tearing through the air with a deafening roar. + +The sheer intensity of the beams scorched the very atmosphere, leaving trails of vaporized air and white residue in their wake. + +The beams hurtled toward Max, the ground trembling beneath their force. In mere moments, they were upon him, only inches away from consuming him. + +The crowd, both inside and outside the temple, held its breath, every eye locked on Max. Yet he stood there like a statue, calm and composed, his eyes closed, his sword still raised at a 45-degree angle. He seemed unaffected by the overwhelming force bearing down on him, as if he were completely disconnected from the chaos. + +The eight beams of light collided with him—but in that exact instant, Max’s eyes snapped open. + +With a calm, almost effortless motion, he lowered his sword. It wasn’t a slash or an attack—it was a slow, deliberate motion, as if he were simply waving the blade downward. + +And yet, the moment his sword descended, Arthur’s devastating beams shattered into countless fragments, disintegrating into harmless particles of light. The air grew still, the deafening roar replaced by an eerie silence.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Arthur stood frozen, his expression one of disbelief. His eight swords fell limp at his sides, their glow fading as if they had been drained of all energy. Then, in a blur too fast for most to comprehend, a thin red line appeared down the center of his body. + +Arthur’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, his body split cleanly in two, the halves falling to the ground with a dull thud. + +Max stood amidst the stillness, his sword now pointing downward. He exhaled softly, as if releasing the last remnants of the monumental effort he had just expended. + +The geniuses watching from afar were utterly dumbfounded. To them, it had all happened in an instant. Max had merely lowered his sword, and Arthur’s attack—the culmination of his immense power—had shattered into nothingness. And then, as if by an invisible force, Arthur had been cleaved in two. + +The silence in the arena was deafening, the sheer impossibility of what they had witnessed leaving the spectators frozen in shock. For Max, though, there was only calm. The Drag Sword had spoken, and the battle was over. + +’Phew, that was close.’ Max took a deep breath. As his mind focused on the Drag Sword, his Three Dimensional Body skill kept a close watch on the attack. Had his timing been even slightly off, he would have been the one to suffer under Arthur’s attack. + +Max glanced at the two halves of Arthur and mused, ’Drag Sword is too strong, but it takes too much time to operate.’ He shook his head with a sigh, waiting for Arthur’s corpse to disappear. + +As Max waited, everyone finally reacted to their battle. + +"He won easily," Veylin muttered, his expression darkening. Max’s strength had grown too much in just a month that even he felt a little threatened by him. + +Crown Prince Aelric’s gaze lingered on Max, his expression solemn and contemplative. From the moment Max had stepped onto the 4th floor, Aelric’s sharp eyes had been fixed on him, scrutinizing every movement, every technique, and every subtle shift in his demeanor. + +Unlike the others, who were caught up in the spectacle of raw power and flashy techniques, Aelric’s attention delved deeper. His sharp intellect dissected every battle Max had fought, picking apart the nuances that escaped even the most seasoned geniuses. + +The timing of Max’s movements, the precision in his attacks, the almost unnatural calm in moments of chaos—all of it painted a picture of someone far beyond the ordinary. + +From all that he noticed, one thing stood out in Max’s attacks: Every skill or technique he had shown so far seemed to be mastered at a very high level—a level where all his attacks could damage those at the peak of Adept Rank. + +’Is this his secret?’ Crown Prince Aelric wondered with a subtle but calm smile on his face. + +However, just then, his attention was drawn to the corpse of Arthur as he sensed something there. "Oh, the battle isn’t over yet," he muttered, attracting everyone’s attention. + +Veylin and the others also turned to Max’s stage upon hearing Aelric. + +Meanwhile, Max, who had been wondering when Arthur’s corpse would disappear, sensed an extremely deadly aura rising from the remains of Arthur, one so intense that it made even him tremble. + +’Am I sensing wrong?’ Max turned to look at the corpse again, only to see the two halves of Arthur glowing with intense black light. A moment later, the halves pressed together as the injuries healed, and his body became whole again. + +Boom! + +Just then, an aura so intense that even the stage itself began to tremble emanated from Arthur’s body. + +BEEM! + +Only a moment later, a black beam of light radiated from him as the center, tearing through the ceiling of the temple—or so it seemed. + +As this happened, no matter if it was Amelia, Revenna, Veylin, or Crown Prince Aelric, they all felt a suffocating, intense intent coming from the beam of light. Even their weapons within their space rings trembled, sensing the devilish aura. + +"That—That’s a Level 1 Concept of Mist!" Crown Prince Aelric muttered, his voice cracked with pure astonishment. Enjoy more content from freewebnovel \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-159.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-159.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..42a01cd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-159.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 159: Horizon Split" +slug: "ch-159" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 159 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1110 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Arthur stand again after he had literally killed him by splitting his body in two. What surprised him even more was the intense intent he could feel emanating from Arthur. It was so overwhelming that Max felt as though the pressure was enough to make him kneel. + +However, for some reason, that sensation was almost negligible for him. Max knew it was only because of his Three Dimensional Body skill, which allowed him to see that almost every genius present had either knelt or stumbled to the ground under the pressure of the black light. + +Only a few, like Amelia, Revenna, Crown Prince Aelric, Veylin, Five, and Asha, seemed able to hold their ground against the pressure from the beam of light, but their conditions were dire. They could collapse at any moment from the strain. + +"Max, it’s a Level 1 Concept! You must dodge the next attack!" An urgent female voice reached Max’s ears. + +"Who?" Max glanced around, noticing that everyone else was struggling on their pillars while Asha and Mad Sword stood firm, like Amelia. + +Shaking away his distracting thoughts, Max focused on Arthur, his expression solemn. "Did he just use another one of his abilities to falsely break through from Level 3 Aura to Level 1 Concept of Mist?" he muttered, feeling it was the most likely scenario. He gripped his black sword tightly, preparing for an attack. + +"Hahaha, Max, I have to thank you again for letting me experience a concept through my own body." Arthur laughed wildly. "However, I can’t enjoy this moment for long, as this form of the Level 1 Concept of Mist will only last for one minute." + +His expression twisted into something cruel. "One strike will be enough, but until then, struggle to stand before me." + +Max glanced at Arthur and the energy reaching the roof. ’He still doesn’t have full control over the Level 1 Concept,’ he mused, preparing for his own attack. + +The Momentum Sword consisted of three moves: Fast Momentum Sword, Drag Sword, and Horizon Split. Max had trained all of them for days in the Dimension of Time, but had only mastered the Perfection Stage of the Fast Momentum Sword. The other two he had only reached the expert level. + +’This moment is all I have to master the Horizon Split… One chance, one moment…’ The pressure on Max’s shoulders grew as he gripped his sword tightly. The pressure wasn’t from Arthur’s boiling energy, but from the mere seconds he had before Arthur unleashed his next attack. + +Closing his eyes, he recalled what the Horizon Split was all about. + +’The Horizon Split… It combines the relentless speed of the Fast Momentum Sword with the devastating power of the Drag Sword. Two forces, one technique—a union of pure destruction and uncatchable swiftness.’ + +His heartbeat slowed, each thump reverberating in his ears like a drum heralding the birth of something extraordinary. Slowly, he raised his sword, holding it at a 45-degree angle, as if the blade itself was an extension of his will. His momentum began to rise, rippling outward in waves that resonated through the stage. + +Max’s eyes remained closed, but his mind’s eye visualized every detail: the rapid execution of the Fast Momentum Sword, the concentrated ferocity of the Drag Sword. He saw the merging of the two techniques, their energies intertwining, spiraling, and condensing into a single, unstoppable strike. + +’The speed to cross the horizon in an instant… The force to shatter it completely… This is the Horizon Split.’ + +The sword in his hand pulsed with energy, its edge glowing faintly with an ethereal light that flickered between blue and crimson—a perfect balance between swiftness and destruction. His surroundings fell silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation. + +In that moment, he quietly added the full power of his Fusion State, bringing it up to 20%, causing his calm sword to vibrate slightly. + +Finally, Max opened his eyes. They gleamed with clarity and purpose, a reflection of his mastery in that fleeting moment. His voice was calm, steady, and resolute as he declared, "Horizon Split." + +What followed was a symphony born of a single sword slash—a moment so precise and absolute that it defied comprehension. + +Max’s figure blurred, vanishing from his original position, only to reappear behind Arthur in an instant. The stillness that followed was deafening, as though the world itself was processing the outcome of his strike. + +Above, the black pillar of light that had been raging moments before flickered and faded, dissipating into the void. The oppressive aura that had filled the air faded with it, leaving only silence. + +Arthur’s figure remained frozen for a fleeting moment, a faint shimmer tracing along his body where Max’s blade had passed. Then, almost instantly, his form split in two, the halves separating cleanly with no resistance. But it didn’t stop there. + +The two halves of Arthur’s body began to fragment further, disintegrating into countless pieces. Each fragment shimmered faintly before dissolving into red particles of light, scattering into the air like fleeting embers. + +Within seconds, Arthur’s presence was completely erased, leaving behind no trace of his existence—only the haunting echoes of his defeat. + +Max stood motionless, his sword hanging at his side, the faint glow of his Horizon Split fading from its edge. His breathing was steady, his expression calm, as though what he had just accomplished had been inevitable. + +The battle realm seemed to hold its breath, the gathered geniuses unable to process the sheer dominance they had just witnessed. + +"He—he killed Arthur again!" Bruce muttered in shock, his hand trembling as he pointed at Max, as if he were pointing not at a human, but at some savage monster. He was that stunned by what he had just seen. + +After Crown Prince Aelric’s words echoed across the battlefield, the weight of his insight settled heavily upon the gathered geniuses. Arthur’s sudden surge of power made sense now. + +He had utilized his class to forcefully break through the shackles of a Level 3 Aura, stepping into the rarefied realm of concepts. The immense pressure they had felt moments ago was undeniable proof—Arthur had awakened the Level 1 Concept of Mist. + +The revelation left everyone awestruck. A concept, even at its most basic level, was a monumental milestone that could tilt the balance in any battle. Combining it with Arthur’s overwhelming presence had made it clear to them: Max was standing against an insurmountable force. + +Many silently concluded that the fight was over, and Arthur’s victory was all but certain. Discover hidden tales at freewebnovel + +But then, something happened that defied their understanding. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-16.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-16.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f6be15b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-16.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 16: Sword Aura" +slug: "ch-16" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 16 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1191 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The clash of steel against steel echoed through the chamber, each strike louder and more deliberate than the last. But after what felt like an eternity, they both retreated. + +'That was fun but I feel like it's not enough.' Max's grip on his sword tightened as he looked at the goblin swordmaster and taunted. "You weak little piece of shit, have you not eaten anything or what? Your moves are so weak and dull than even a five year old little kid could handle them." + +"GRRR!" + +The goblin growled loudly as if it understood Max's words and lunged with unbridled fury, its blade slicing through the air with lethal intent. + +Max didn't know if his taunting worked or not but he accomplished what he intended to do. + +Focusing on the raging goblin, he sidestepped, the goblin's blade missing him by a hair's breadth, and countered with a precise upward slash. Sparks flew as their swords collided, illuminating their faces in fleeting bursts of light. + +Max's pink eyes burned with focus, and the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. + +The goblin seemed to feel the smile on Max's lips and it became more enraged. + +"GRRRR!" + +It roared loudly and sent a flurry of sword strikes hurtling in Max's directions like shadows of swords. There were a total of more than ten sword strikes mixed on just one attack. + +Max's eyes widened. 'Damn... this attack!' The sword shadows blurred into a deadly storm, their sharp edges glinting like shards of glass caught in a tempest. He knew in an instant that a single misstep would mean certain death. + +"Three Dimensional Body!" he shouted, activating his most trusted skill. The world around him sharpened, in that moment, every movement of the goblin's sword slowing just enough for him to perceive the intricacies of its attack. + +What had seemed like chaotic shadows became clear: thirty distinct sword strikes, each imbued with lethal intent. + +'If I can see this, then I can block it.' Max tightened his grip on his blade. His breathing steadied as he synchronized his movements with the goblin's assault. + +Clang! + +The first strike collided with his sword, the impact sending vibrations up his arms. + +Clang! Clang! + +He blocked two more, his footwork keeping him just out of reach of the others. + +Just like that he began to block the sword shadows coming at him. When a strike came too fast to counter, Max's feet moved in a series of sharp, precise steps. His body twisted and turned at odd angles, narrowly avoiding the goblin's sword shadows. + +The goblin growled, its frustration evident as its strikes became wilder, more forceful. But Max was no longer just reacting—he was adapting. Each parry came smoother than the last, each dodge more intuitive. His sword seemed to move of its own accord, anticipating the goblin's next move. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! + +With every exchange, Max's strikes grew more refined. His footwork became a graceful dance, each step perfectly calculated to exploit an opening or evade an attack. + +The rhythm of their duel resonated deep within him, a symphony of chaos that he could feel inside him. He didn't know what it was but he could feel something bubbling up inside of him. + +After some moments, he became so proficient in blocking the flurry of attacks goblin used that with a single downward slash, he destroyed the entire attack in one go. + +The goblin snarled, its emerald eyes glowing with primal rage. It swung its blade in a wide arc, aiming to overwhelm Max with sheer power. + +Max met the attack head-on, the force of their collision sending a shockwave through the chamber. + +Bang! + +Max slid back a few feet, his shoes scraping against the stone floor. + +He exhaled sharply, but his grin never faltered. + +It was then he noticed something. His sword felt different—lighter, sharper, and almost... alive. A faint blue hue began to shimmer along its edge, pulsating in sync with his heartbeat. + +"This... is new," Max muttered to himself, his voice laced with excitement. + +"GRRR!" + +The goblin charged again, its roar reverberating like thunder. It appeared in front of Max again and attacked. + +Max pivoted, dodging the overhead swing with a swift roll to the side. He sprang to his feet and launched into a relentless counterattack. + +Just as they were once again locked in combat, Max's sword began to glow brighter with every clash with the goblin. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! + +Each strike carried a strange energy, a force that resonated beyond the physical realm. Max felt it building within him, a wellspring of power surging through his veins and into his blade. It was as though the sword was absorbing the essence of the battle itself, feeding on the intensity of their duel. + +The goblin growled, sensing the shift in momentum. It swung wildly, but Max anticipated every move. He deflected each strike with ease, his sword leaving trails of blue light in the air as it moved. + +The goblin faltered, its ferocity unable to match Max's newfound precision. + +Max's body moved on instinct, his mind completely immersed in the rhythm of the fight. One strike, two strike, three strike... He lost count of how many strikes he landed on the goblin one after another. + +The goblin soon began to feel overwhelmed by Max's relentless barrage of attacks. The increasing lethality of Max's sword, enhanced by the shimmering blue light, made it nearly impossible for the goblin to withstand his strikes head-on. + +"GRRRR!" + +The goblin roared in frustration upon realizing it couldn't defend itself and swung its massive blade wildly in a fit of rage. + +Max was prepared for everything the goblin would throw at him and its last attack was no exception. He focused and parried the desperate lunge from the goblin, sidestepped its follow-up, and delivered a devastating counter—a diagonal slash that forced the creature to stagger backward. + +It was at that moment, the glow of his sword intensified, now radiating an almost blinding light. + +"This..." Max's chest heaved as the energy reached its peak, the sword humming with barely-contained power. He clenched the hilt tightly, feeling as if his sword could no longer hold the energy stored within it. + +"This is it..." Max whispered. + +The goblin roared and rushed forward for one final attack, its blade raised high. + +Seeing that, Max planted his feet firmly and gripped his glowing sword with both hands. In one smooth motion, he swung it down with all his might. + +WHOOSH! + +A brilliant arc of blue light erupted from the blade, cutting through the air like a wave. It struck the goblin with overwhelming force, slicing cleanly through its body. The goblin froze mid-charge, its eyes wide with shock, before its form split in two and collapsed to the ground. + +The chamber fell silent, the glow of Max's sword fading as the energy dissipated. + +'It's over.' Max exhaled slowly, lowering his sword.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for comprehending Sword Aura.] + +[The skill Basic Sword Arts has leveled up to level 21.] + +[The skill Basic Sword Arts has leveled up to level 22.] + +[The skill Basic Sword Arts has leveled up to level 23.] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-160.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-160.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8a36579 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-160.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 160: Arthur’s Vow" +slug: "ch-160" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 160 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Just when they thought Max had been cornered, a sight unfolded before their eyes—one so extraordinary that it would etch itself into their memories forever. + +A single, quiet sword strike. + +Not a blinding flash of light, not a thunderous explosion—just a moment of unparalleled stillness, followed by an outcome that no one had anticipated. + +Most could only catch faint glimpses of Max’s strike—fleeting shadows of motion, too swift to comprehend fully. It was as though time had bent around the edge of his blade, rendering the act imperceptible to all but the most discerning eyes. That ’quiet sword,’ so unassuming yet so absolute, descended with an elegance that belied its destructive power. + +The result was instant and devastating. Arthur, who had seemed invincible moments ago, was reduced to fragments—his body cut into countless pieces, disintegrating into glowing particles of red light. + +Even those who had barely managed to glimpse the slash could feel its weight still lingering, an echo of mastery and precision that sent shivers down their spines. + +The Battle Realm was left in silence, save for the murmurs of disbelief. This was no ordinary swordsmanship—it was the revelation of a genius who had achieved something extraordinary, something far beyond what they had expected. + +For the gathered prodigies, one thing was clear: the day they witnessed Max’s quiet sword would remain burned into their memories, a moment they would never forget. + +"Did you notice the moment before he struck?" Veylin asked, frowning as he turned to Aelric. + +Crown Prince Aelric nodded. "It was there, even if just for a split second—an aura that clearly hadn’t reached level 3 but had the intent behind it that could rival a level 3 aura. Moreover, that attack…" His voice trailed off as he turned to Veylin. "Could you dodge that attack if you were in Arthur’s shoes?" + +Veylin’s expression darkened as he understood what Aelric meant. He remained silent and turned his attention back to the battle between Asha and Jack, which had just resumed after the previous debacle. + +Crown Prince Aelric smiled slightly, seeing no reaction from Veylin, but his curiosity about Max grew after he had taken care of Arthur in mere seconds. + +On the other hand, Max, after delivering the decisive blow, calmly turned toward one of the towering pillars. His gaze locked onto Arthur, who had reappeared, alive and fully intact, his body restored by the rules of the Battle Realm. + +"You lose," Max stated, his voice steady as he pointed his sword at Arthur. + +Arthur trembled at those words, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. The bitterness of defeat weighed on him like a crushing mountain. ’He had been so close’—so close to victory, so close to slaying Max, and so close to harnessing the power of a Level 1 Concept. + +Yet, in an instant, everything he had worked for had been shattered. + +Rage surged through him, his glare fixed on Max like a burning flame. + +’This isn’t over,’ Arthur vowed silently. His fury was palpable, his mind consumed by a single, seething thought: ’I will kill you, Max!’ Enjoy new tales from freewebnovel + +No matter how long it took or what price he had to pay, this humiliation would not go unanswered. Once their trials in the temple concluded, he would ensure Max’s downfall. + +But amidst his anger, Arthur couldn’t escape the sharp sting of frustration gnawing at his core. He alone understood the rigid, almost impossible conditions required to break the shackles of a Level 3 Aura. + +He had pushed himself to the brink, risking everything to grasp the power of the ’Level 1 Concept of Mist.’ He had tasted the edge of greatness, yet that power had slipped through his fingers. + +The most excruciating part wasn’t just his defeat—it was the knowledge of what could have been. ’If’ he had managed to control the Level 1 Concept of Mist, even slightly, his path forward would have been unparalleled. Just a glimmer of comprehension, just a moment of resonance with the concept, could have set him apart from every other genius in the Battle Realm. His future would have been limitless. + +But reality was cruel, and all that remained now was ’if.’ + +Arthur stood there, trembling with suppressed anger and regret, his mind replaying the decisive moment over and over. The sheer weight of his failure pressed down on him, yet deep inside, it only fueled his desire for vengeance. + +For now, he would bide his time. But when the opportunity arose, Max would pay for what he had done. + +"You aren’t a true fighter at all!" Just then, a loud and enraged shout reached everyone’s ears. + +Max turned toward Asha’s stage, where a battle was raging. Glancing at the fifth stage, Max noticed the battle there had already ended, leaving only the ongoing battle at Asha’s stage. + +As Max observed the battle, he found the situation there a bit odd. + +Asha, the woman with the mask from the Black Lotus guild, seemed to be standing calmly, surrounded by ten blazing spheres of black flames. + +Not far from her stood Jack, the Mad Sword, though he was currently huffing, taking deep breaths as if he had already exhausted all his strength in the battle that had led them to this point. + +"You’re no warrior at all," Jack snarled, his voice tight with frustration. "You fight like a coward, hiding behind those black flaming spheres. The whole battle, you haven’t even moved! All you do is sit there, letting those things block every one of my attacks." + +His grip tightened on his weapon as his face darkened, veins bulging on his temples. "Where’s the fun in that?!" he bellowed, his voice rising to a furious pitch. + +Asha’s expression remained calm, her gaze as cold as the void. Slowly, she parted her lips, her tone sharp and cutting. "Fun? You misunderstand the purpose of this battle," she said, her voice a blade of ice. "You’re simply too weak to compel me to attack." + +She stepped forward, her black flaming spheres circling her in an elegant, unhurried dance, each radiating an oppressive, smothering energy. Her voice dropped to a chilling calm. "Soon enough, you’ll understand what true despair feels like. That moment when every ounce of your strength proves useless, when every attempt to breach my defense crumbles before you." + +Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling light, the faintest smirk curving her lips. "It’s then you’ll realize the truth: your efforts were nothing more than a child’s tantrum. Your strength is meaningless. And you? You are nothing to me." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-161.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-161.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1368956 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-161.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 161: Mad Sword" +slug: "ch-161" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 161 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hahahaha," Jack broke into wild laughter, his voice ringing across the stage like the howl of a mad beast. His eyes gleamed with a manic light as he shook his head, an eerie grin stretching across his face. + +"And they call me the mad one?" he sneered. + +Pointing his sword at Asha, he exhaled deeply, his voice tinged with dark amusement. "You should prepare your defenses well for what I’m about to do. Even I don’t like using this… but since I’m up against you, I’ve decided to give myself a little ’me’ time." + +The air around him trembled, his aura twisting into something far more sinister. + +But before he could go any further— + +"Jack!" + +A loud voice echoed from one of the towering pillars. + +"Either give up or don’t use that." + +Crown Prince Aelric’s voice was firm, carrying a weight of authority that silenced even the murmuring crowd. His usual composed expression darkened, his sharp gaze locking onto Jack like an unmovable decree. + +Jack turned to him slowly, his face contorted in a half-smile, half-madness. + +"Your Highness," Jack said, his tone mocking yet resolute, "I never planned on using this at first… but after seeing her arrogance, I just want to show her what true madness is. Therefore—" his grin widened, his pupils constricting into something inhuman, "I’ll have to politely decline your order." + +Aelric’s eyes narrowed, his face turning grim. + +From the side, Veylin let out a chuckle, his golden eyes glimmering with intrigue. + +"What are you worried about, Aelric?" Veylin asked, his voice laced with amusement. "This isn’t like you." He leaned against the pillar lazily, smirking. "If he wants to lose himself, let him. Cut him some slack." + +Then, with a sly look, he added, "Besides… we’ve all heard the title ’Mad Sword,’ but I doubt anyone here has truly seen what makes him so mad in the first place. Wouldn’t it be a shame if we left without witnessing it?" + +The other geniuses in agreement, their excitement mounting. + +But Aelric remained silent. + +Seeing no further protest, a dangerous smile spread across Jack’s lips. + +It didn’t matter whether he was allowed or not. + +With eerie calmness, he lifted his sword and pricked his palm.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +A thick, crimson drop of blood trickled down his skin. + +Then—without hesitation— Enjoy exclusive content from freewebnovel + +Jack drank it. + +His throat moved as he swallowed, his expression twisted in ecstasy—as if tasting the sweetest nectar in the world. + +Max’s expression turned solemn as he watched Jack tilt his head back and drink his own blood. ’What kind of bizarre class does he have?’ he wondered. + +But what happened next sent a chill down his spine. + +The moment Jack consumed his own blood, red mist began seeping out of his body, flowing from every pore like an ominous fog. His hair grew wildly, stretching down to his knees, while his irises turned a deep, sinister crimson. A suffocating blood-red aura radiated from him, making the very air around him feel thick and oppressive. + +"AGGHHH!" A monstrous roar erupted from Jack’s throat, shaking the entire Battle Realm with sheer force. Waves of shockwaves rippled outward, distorting the space around him. + +Then, with a crazed glint in his blood-red eyes, he pointed his sword at Asha, his voice now layered—overlapping, as if two voices were speaking at once. + +"Listen well, woman," he sneered, his tone deranged yet chillingly clear. "This is how things will go from now on—I will crush you. I will break every single bone in your body until there’s nothing left but dust." + +Before his words had even finished echoing, Jack swung his sword in a wild arc. A crimson crescent of energy erupted from the blade, tearing through the stage like a tidal wave, obliterating every tile in its path as it hurtled toward Asha. + +One of Asha’s black-flaming spheres floated in front of her, shifting into a blazing black shield. + +CRACK! + +The shield shattered instantly. The red arc of light roared forward, its destructive power unrelenting. But before it could touch Asha, something unexpected happened. + +The fragments of the shattered black sphere twisted and latched onto the red energy like writhing tendrils, consuming it whole as if it were alive. + +The moment it absorbed the attack, the black sphere burned even brighter, its flames roaring hungrily, as though Jack’s attack had only fueled its power. + +Jack’s crazed laughter rang out. "Hahaha! Good! Then I won’t hold back either!" + +His body blurred as he surged forward, wrapped in a crimson glow. His movements became wild and erratic, his speed reaching supernatural levels. With a manic grin, he swung his sword in a frenzy, sending out a storm of red beams from ten different angles, each one aimed directly at Asha. + +Yet, the moment the attacks neared her, the ten black-flaming spheres surrounding her moved with unnatural precision, devouring every single beam of red light with ease. + +Jack’s breath came out in heavy pants, but rather than frustration, his eyes glowed with unhinged delight. "MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!" His voice had grown feverish, almost desperate. + +And then—he vanished. + +This time, he moved so fast that he completely disappeared from view. In a blink, he reappeared behind Asha, avoiding her defensive spheres entirely. His blade descended upon her in a killing arc— + +But just as his sword was about to reach her, a small black-flaming lotus bloomed into existence behind her. + +For a moment, it was breathtaking—a mesmerizing glow of dark flames, delicate yet ominous. + +BOOM! + +The lotus detonated like a black sun, the sheer force of the explosion sending Jack hurtling backward. His body crashed against the stage, rolling and tumbling violently as the ground cracked beneath him. + +When the dust settled, Jack lay sprawled across the broken stage, half of his body scorched, blood trickling from open wounds. And yet— + +He grinned. + +Despite the severe injuries, despite the pain, the aura around him only grew stronger. The blood dripping from his wounds evaporated into mist, fusing into the red energy swirling around him. It was as though the more he bled, the stronger he became. + +His lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. + +"More… more… more… more…" he muttered over and over, his voice filled with an eerie obsession. + +His injuries no longer mattered. His pain was irrelevant. + +Because this was only the beginning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-162.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-162.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e4fab71 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-162.md @@ -0,0 +1,166 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 162: Asha Taking Action" +slug: "ch-162" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 162 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1025 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Stay updated with freewebnovel + +"Huff, Huff, it’s time...." Jack’s breath came out in ragged, erratic bursts, his eyes gleaming with unhinged excitement. The blood trickling down his face pooled at his forehead, glowing with an eerie crimson light. + +Then—the blood moved. + +It slithered across his skin unnaturally, gathering into a single, pulsating sphere right in the center of his forehead. The energy within it churned violently, as though it were alive, writhing and twisting like something barely contained. + +Jack threw his head back, his grin stretching wider. + +"More… MORE… MORE!!" + +With a sudden snap, his head lurched forward— + +BOOM! + +A blinding red sphere of laser erupted from his forehead, composed entirely of condensed blood energy. It tore through the air like a comet, screaming toward Asha with destructive force, leaving behind a crimson trail that shimmered ominously. + +Asha’s eyes flickered with the first sign of surprise as one of her black-flaming spheres moved to intercept the attack. + +CRACK! + +The moment the red sphere collided with the black one, a horrifying sound echoed through the stage—a deep, rupturing crack, as if space itself were being torn apart. + +The sphere of black flames shattered into nothingness. + +For the first time in the fight, one of Asha’s defenses was completely destroyed. The explosion sent tendrils of red energy crackling outward, and for a split second, a thin red beam from the blast cut through the air, heading straight for Asha’s shoulder. + +She barely shifted her body, but the aftermath of the attack grazed her sleeve, leaving a smoldering tear in the fabric. + +Jack’s grin widened even further, his blood-soaked aura pulsating violently. + +"Oh…? Did I almost injure you?" he taunted, tilting his head. "I wonder… how much more will it take before I break you?" + +He planted his foot into the ground and vanished once more, his blood-soaked energy flaring with even greater intensity. + +This time—he wasn’t just attacking wildly. + +He was hunting. + +"Hahahaha, now this is fun... This what battle is all about... Not like you who is hiding defending behind those spheres of black flames." Jack’s laughter rang across the stage, twisted with madness. + +His aura pulsed like a living thing, crimson mist oozing from his wounds, feeding his power instead of weakening him. His body blurred, vanishing and reappearing everywhere—one moment to Asha’s left, the next behind her, then above, then below. + +CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! + +Each of his slashes came faster than the last, his blade carving the air with brutal precision, coated in thick, boiling blood. He attacked from impossible angles, his body bending unnaturally, twisting in ways no normal human should be able to. + +But Asha remained unmoved. + +Her masked face betrayed no emotion as she deflected each strike with effortless ease. Her fingers flicked, her black-flaming spheres shifting in perfect harmony with her movements, blocking every single attack with unnatural precision. + +Jack’s sword finally slipped past one of her defenses, aiming for her neck— + +BOOM! + +A black lotus exploded between them, the sheer force sending Jack skidding backward, his clothes singed and his left arm smoking. + +Yet, he only grinned. + +He wiped his burnt arm against his lips, smearing his own blood onto his fingers— + +Then, with a flick, he snapped his fingers. + +The blood droplets in the air ignited. + +BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! + +A series of chain explosions erupted around Asha, forming a deadly crimson cage that collapsed inward, aiming to consume her in an instant. + +For the first time, Asha moved her own body. + +She vanished. + +Jack’s eyes widened as the explosions detonated, only for Asha to reappear behind him, her black spheres swirling around her like an untouchable barrier. + +"Too slow," she murmured. + +Jack barely had time to react before— + +BOOM! + +A second black lotus bloomed at his feet, exploding and sending him flying once more. + +He crashed into the shattered remains of the stage, coughing up blood—but his crazed grin never left his face. + +He wiped his mouth again, his breathing ragged but his excitement limitless. + +"Good!" Jack roared, his eyes gleaming as more blood seeped from his wounds, forming floating crimson spears around him. + +Asha watched silently as Jack raised his hand, his aura turning into a storm of blood energy. + +"Let’s see if you can block everything." + +Jack thrust his hand forward— + +The blood spears launched. + +At the same time, the red sphere of laser at his forehead blazed to life once again, this time expanding, growing into a massive beam of destruction aimed directly at Asha. + +A storm of blood, a beam of death, and a warrior who refused to fall. + +Yet, even against all of it— + +Asha stood there, untouched. + +Her black flames burned brighter. Her masked eyes glowed with something deeper than mere arrogance. + +As if to say— + +"You are nothing." + +Jack’s crimson laser tore through the stage, the sheer intensity of its energy warping the air. The blood spears he launched came from every possible angle, moving like guided missiles, seeking to pierce through Asha’s defenses and tear her apart. + +But then— + +FWOOSH! + +Asha raised her hand. + +Her black spheres moved in unison, responding to her silent command. The flaming orbs twisted into an intricate formation, forming a dark, shifting barrier around her. + +BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! + +The blood spears slammed into her defense one after another, detonating on impact, shaking the entire stage with their explosive force. + +Jack’s blood laser, however, was different. + +It tore through one of her black spheres, obliterating it entirely before surging straight toward her chest. + +For the first time—Asha dodged. + +SWOOSH! + +She tilted her body at the last second, shifting just enough for the blood laser to barely graze her shoulder, leaving a thin, smoldering wound. + +Jack’s eyes widened in pure exhilaration. + +"HAH! I GOT YOU!" he roared, his laughter filled with wild excitement. + +Asha glanced at her shoulder—the first true attack that had touched her since the fight began. + +She sighed. + +Her fingers twitched, and the black spheres remaining shifted. + +Then, without a word— + +She disappeared. + +Jack barely had time to blink before— + +BAM! + +A black flaming fist smashed into his chest, sending him flying at breakneck speed. Once again, he barely had time to react before— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-163.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-163.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..057a09b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-163.md @@ -0,0 +1,316 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 163: You Bore Me" +slug: "ch-163" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 163 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1069 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +BOOM! + +A second black sphere detonated behind him, stopping his momentum and slamming him into the ground with a deafening crash. + +Jack coughed, blood spraying from his lips as his body twitched. + +Yet, before he could even catch his breath— + +Asha was already above him. + +Her black flaming foot descended like a meteor. + +BOOM! + +Jack’s body sank into the stage, the tiles beneath him shattering like glass. + +"GAAAHH!!" + +He let out a hoarse scream, but his blood energy did not weaken. + +Instead, it flared even stronger. + +Jack twisted his body unnaturally, bending in ways no human should be able to, avoiding Asha’s follow-up strike as he slashed his blood-coated sword upward— + +CLANG! + +A black sphere caught his sword before it could touch her. + +Then, before Jack could pull away— + +SQUELCH. + +Asha’s hand pierced through his shoulder. + +Jack’s entire body froze. + +For the first time in the battle— + +He felt fear. + +Asha leaned down, her masked face mere inches from his ear. + +"You’re nothing but a beast relying on instinct," she whispered. + +Her voice was cold. Empty. + +"Let me show you the difference between a monster—" + +Her black flames expanded, consuming Jack’s entire arm. + +"—and a predator." + +Jack screamed as his arm began to disintegrate, the black flames eating away at his flesh, his blood, even his very essence. + +His struggles grew weaker. + +For the first time— + +Jack realized he was losing. + +Jack’s body convulsed, the unbearable agony of his burning arm sending his mind into a chaotic frenzy. His blood energy surged wildly, trying to resist the devouring black flames, but it was useless. + +Asha’s power was like an abyss, consuming everything it touched. + +But— + +Jack was not someone who accepted defeat. + +"AAAAAGHHH!" + +A monstrous howl erupted from his throat, his blood-soaked aura suddenly boiling with an even greater intensity. + +His crimson energy twisted, exploding outward, forming tendrils of liquid blood that surged toward Asha like a pack of frenzied beasts. + +But Asha remained unfazed. Read the latest on freewebnovel + +Her black flames flared, consuming the tendrils before they could even touch her. + +SHHHHHHH! + +The blood evaporated into the air, leaving behind nothing but a faint crimson mist. + +Jack, however, did not stop. + +His eyes turned completely black. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +His body blurred, moving at a speed even faster than before, his sword flashing forward in a series of relentless slashes. + +Asha’s black spheres shifted like a flowing tide, moving with her, deflecting every single attack with eerie precision. + +"MORE! MORE! MORE!" Jack bellowed, his voice turning almost inhuman. + +Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! + +His blade danced through the air, unleashing crimson arcs of blood energy that surged like rivers of destruction. + +But— + +Asha countered everything. + +Not a single attack landed. + +Her ten black spheres moved flawlessly, deflecting every strike, absorbing every energy-based attack, leaving Jack with nothing. + +His speed was monstrous. + +His strength was overwhelming. + +But against Asha— + +It meant nothing. + +Jack’s attacks grew more and more frantic. + +His mind screamed at him— + +She’s playing with me. + +"DAMN YOU!!" + +His blood flared one last time. + +From his forehead, an enormous red sphere of blood energy began to condense— + +This time, it was different. + +The air trembled as the blood sphere compressed, its size shrinking but its power skyrocketing. + +It burned with an intensity that made even the ground beneath them melt from the sheer pressure. + +Asha… + +Finally… + +Stopped moving. + +For the first time since the battle began— + +She stood still. + +Jack’s lips curled into a manic grin. + +"DIE, DIE, DIEEEE!!" + +He unleashed the full power of his blood sphere laser. + +BOOOOOOM!! + +A crimson pillar erupted from his forehead, tearing through the stage, obliterating everything in its path as it surged straight toward Asha. + +The attack was unavoidable. + +There was no escape. + +The geniuses watching held their breath. + +Even the air seemed frozen— + +Then— + +SILENCE. + +The pillar of destruction vanished. + +Jack’s eyes widened in disbelief. + +His strongest attack— + +His ultimate blood laser— + +Was gone. + +No explosion. No resistance. + +Just… + +Erased. + +Then, a single voice echoed through the stage. + +"You bore me." + +Jack’s body froze. + +Asha hadn’t moved an inch. + +Her black flames still burned, unshaken, untouched, unchallenged. + +Jack staggered. + +His mind refused to believe it. + +But his body understood. + +He had lost. + +Completely. + +Jack staggered, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. + +His ultimate attack—erased. + +His most destructive power—worthless. + +Something inside him snapped. + +His veins bulged. His black eyes twisted, cracking as blood leaked from them. His muscles swelled unnaturally, the bones within his body groaning under the pressure. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +A crimson shockwave exploded outward. + +His entire body transformed. + +Jack’s skin peeled, revealing a shifting, pulsating crimson surface underneath. His hair turned to threads of blood, slithering wildly like tendrils. + +His mouth tore open, his teeth elongating, his voice becoming a beastly growl. + +Jack was gone. + +All that remained was rage. + +Berserk Jack had awakened. + +Asha’s gaze lowered slightly, taking in the change. + +"Interesting," she murmured. + +BOOM! + +Jack disappeared. + +Asha’s eyes flickered— + +Swoosh! + +He appeared behind her, his blade descending like the wrath of a god. + +Her black flames surged, forming a barrier— + +CRACK! + +Her first sphere shattered instantly. + +Asha’s expression remained calm, but her fingers twitched. + +Jack’s speed had doubled. + +"MORE! MORE! MORE!" + +BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! + +He attacked with a mad frenzy, his blade a blur, his blood tendrils slashing like whips, his body moving like a nightmare. + +Asha’s spheres blocked, deflected, countered— + +But one by one, they shattered. + +Second sphere—Destroyed. + +Third sphere—Destroyed. + +Fourth sphere—Destroyed. + +Asha’s breath turned slightly ragged. + +Jack was exhausting her. + +His power was not unlimited, but in this berserk state, his body was a furnace of destruction, burning his very lifespan to fight. + +And— + +It was working. + +Fifth sphere. + +Sixth sphere. + +Seventh sphere. + +The stage trembled, cracks forming across the floor as each exchange sent devastating shockwaves through the air. + +Jack had no strategy, no technique—no elegance in his attacks. + +Just pure, unfiltered slaughter. + +His movements were wild, unrestrained, driven only by the relentless hunger to destroy. He did not think. He did not hesitate. He fought like a beast unleashed, a storm of blood and fury tearing through everything in his path. + +And yet— + +Even as he overwhelmed her… + +Even as he pushed her to the edge… + +Asha never fell behind. + +She adapted. She countered. + +No matter how many times Jack came at her, no matter how much power he poured into every blow, she stood unshaken—a fortress that would not crumble. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-164.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-164.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd6c178 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-164.md @@ -0,0 +1,182 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 164: Madness Overloaded" +slug: "ch-164" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 164 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Aggghhhh!" Jack roared, his voice a monstrous bellow that sent tremors through the stage. His blade, fueled by the last remnants of his berserk power, slashed through the air with unstoppable force. + +One slash. + +A black sphere exploded. + +Two slashes. + +Another shattered into nothingness. + +Three slashes. + +The final sphere crumbled, its black flames extinguished. + +For the first time— + +Asha was left unguarded. + +Jack’s blade rose. + +Asha’s hand tightened. + +Jack’s final strike came down, a blow meant to end everything. + +Asha raised her palm— + +BOOM! + +The stage shattered beneath them. + +A shockwave erupted, ripping through the stage like a collapsing world. The force of their clash sent cracks sprawling across the ground, obliterating everything in its path. + +Crimson blood flooded the stage, swallowing everything in its wake. + +Asha stood her ground, her black flames burning fiercely, her breath coming out shallow. + +She had spent everything countering him. + +Jack had pushed her this far. He had brought her to the very limits of her power, forced her to respond with everything she had, and driven her into a battle where a single mistake could have meant her end. + +His relentless onslaught had shattered her defenses, leaving her with nothing but her own raw skill and instinct to survive. He was an unstoppable force, a berserker whose body had become nothing but a vessel of destruction, yet even so, she remained standing. + +But— + +Before he could land his final blow—before he could carve his victory into reality—his body froze. For the first time since succumbing to madness, his movements halted. The violent energy that had fueled him, that had burned like an unquenchable inferno, flickered. + +The wild, overwhelming pressure that had drowned the stage in bloodlust began to fade, giving way to something far more chilling. + +His skin withered, tightening over his bones like dried parchment. His once-bulging veins shriveled, drained of the very essence that had given him strength. The rich, crimson blood that had surged through him—the very thing that had powered his monstrous transformation—evaporated into the air like mist under the morning sun. + +Then, all at once, Jack’s monstrous body crumbled. His limbs, which had once wielded enough force to shatter the stage, collapsed inward, his flesh disintegrating as though he were nothing more than ash caught in the wind. + +His sword, the blade that had nearly severed Asha’s invincibility, slipped from his lifeless hands and clattered onto the ruined stage. + +His voice, once a crazed symphony of destruction, faded into silence. + +Jack was gone. Not defeated in battle. Not slain by an enemy’s hand. But consumed by his own power. + +Asha did not move. She stood in the aftermath of his rampage, her body unwavering, her black flames dimmed to faint embers. She did not celebrate, nor did she revel in victory. Instead, she simply watched the spot where Jack had once stood, the space where a force of sheer willpower had burned so brightly that it had consumed itself. + +She knew. + +Had Jack lasted just a few more seconds… + +Had his body endured for just a single moment longer… + +Perhaps— + +She would have lost. + +The stage fell into a haunting silence. The dust from their clash still lingered in the air, settling slowly over the shattered ground. No one spoke. No one moved. + +The geniuses were terrified. + +For all his insanity, for all the mindless destruction he had wrought, Jack had perished not as a failure, but as a warrior who stood at the very edge of victory. + +In that final moment— + +He had nearly done the impossible. + +He had stood at the brink of defeating an invincible being. + +"Damn!" + +Max was blown away by the battle he had just witnessed. + +And not just him—every genius present felt the same. + +They had all just witnessed something they would never forget. + +Jack’s madness, his relentless battle style, his ruthless approach—it had shocked them to the core. + +Yet, even more than Jack’s terrifying display, it was the woman in the mask who left the deepest impression. + +She had blocked everything Jack threw at her. + +She stood like an unshakable wall, countering every strike, deflecting every attack, and neutralizing even his most overwhelming moves. + +She was, in every sense—invincible. + +Even with Jack’s endless brutality, his unpredictable blood-fueled power, he had barely managed to force her into a defenseless state at the last possible moment. + +But… + +Was it enough? + +Had he actually been capable of defeating her? + +Nobody knew. + +And that uncertainty— + +Made the battle even more terrifying. + +Max’s eyes remained locked on the woman in the mask, his mind racing with thoughts. The Black Lotus Guild… Just who were they? How could someone be this strong? + +"She’s too powerful!" + +That was the only conclusion he could reach after witnessing her battle. + +But before he could dwell on it further— + +"Remember this battle, all of you!" + +A powerful voice boomed across the battlefield. + +Every gaze turned toward the source— + +Jack. + +He had reappeared on his pillar, fully revived, his presence still carrying the remnants of madness from his battle. + +His sharp eyes swept over the gathered geniuses, a confident smirk on his face. + +"My class is called Blood Berserker." + +The revelation sent murmurs through the crowd. + +Jack continued, his tone brimming with wild excitement. + +"The more blood I lose, the stronger I become." + +A silence settled over the arena as the weight of his words sank in. + +Then—Jack grinned. + +"So, if any of you want to test your limits, come find me in the West! I’d love to battle you all." + +His gaze suddenly shifted— + +Landing directly on Max. + +"Especially you, Max." + +Max raised an eyebrow, intrigued. + +Jack’s grin widened. + +"I’d love to fight you one day. Your fighting style—it’s like mine. We’d have a blast." + +Max chuckled, his lips curling into a confident grin. + +"Don’t worry." His voice was filled with anticipation. "It won’t be long before I visit the West." + +Jack nodded, pleased with Max’s response. Your next chapter awaits on freewebnovel + +The challenge had been issued. + +And both knew— + +It was only a matter of time before they clashed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-165.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-165.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5bd0893 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-165.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 165: Crown Prince Aelric" +slug: "ch-165" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 165 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hahaha, a good round of battles we get to witness, but is that all?" The blob of slime turned to the other geniuses at the pillars. "Any more challenges from you all, or are we looking at the top geniuses?" + +The remaining eight geniuses glanced at each other. Two of them, Revenna and Bruce, were already defeated, while Henry and Jack had been defeated by Five and Asha in the last round. With the defeat of Arthur Gale, only three had yet to fight. + +They were Veylin, Crown Prince Aelric, and the top genius from the Emerald Legion. + +Everyone turned to look at the three geniuses. The top genius from the Emerald Legion gritted his teeth before giving up. His name was Jared. + +"I-I give up." He immediately withdrew himself from the competition, surprising many. + +Some cast disdainful glances at him, while others mocked his cowardly behavior, but eventually, everyone’s attention shifted back to Crown Prince Aelric and Veylin. + +They were the only geniuses who had yet to fight in the Battle Realm. + +Max also glanced at them, wondering who they would choose to fight. + +Veylin turned to Max at that moment, his face turning sinister. "I haven’t forgotten you for what you did last time, but our time hasn’t come yet." + +Max only sneered at his words. + +Veylin then turned to Five, his expression full of sarcasm. "Five, would you mind if I replace you here?" he asked politely, but everyone could hear the hint of sarcasm and slyness in his tone. + +Max frowned slightly, not expecting Veylin to be so shameless, but he guessed it was to be expected from someone who was the only son of the Young Monarch. + +Meanwhile, hearing Veylin’s words, Five glanced at him deeply for a moment before turning his head to the blob. "I admit defeat," he said calmly, as if the battle here meant nothing to him. + +Everyone was stunned by Five’s words, but they weren’t surprised by his decision, knowing that Five worked under the command of the Monarch. + +"Are you sure?" the blob of slime asked calmly. + +Five nodded. "I admit defeat." He said again, and this time, he immediately found himself on his pillar, while Veylin replaced him on his stage. + +Max glanced at Veylin, seeing how he replaced Five. _It seems our battle is inevitable,_ he thought calmly. + +"Now, on to the last one who has yet to battle." The blob of slime turned to Crown Prince Aelric. "What is your choice?" + +Crown Prince Aelric glanced deeply at each of the four individuals standing on their respective stages and sighed. "Each one of them is the peak genius of the Valora Continent, and now I have to fight one of them? Feels like a drag to me." + +He shook his head and turned to the blob. "Tell me, are you broadcasting our fights outside of the temple?" he asked. + +The blob of slime nodded with a smile. "Correct, all your battles are being witnessed by those present near the portals. Not only that, the battles are also broadcast to each of the first three floors for all the geniuses to witness the rise of the strongest genius of the Valora Continent." + +"Just when I thought I wouldn’t want to fight these monsters," Aelric sighed, shaking his head, and turned his attention to the four geniuses on their stages. "If I have to fight one, then I will choose..." His eyes scanned each of the four geniuses before settling on Max. "Him. I will find the one whom I am most curious about." Discover exclusive content at freewebnovel + +Just as he said those words, he appeared on the stage before Max with a broad smile on his face. + +"We meet again. Are you ready to fight against me?" Aelric asked as soon as he saw Max up close. + +Max sighed deeply, realizing Aelric had chosen him as his opponent. He had hoped to skip this round and directly enter the top 4, but it seemed a fight was inevitable, and it had to be against the Crown Prince of the West. + +"I wanted an easy pass to become one of the top four, but it seems I was thinking too much," Max said, smiling as he took out his sword. + +Crown Prince Aelric smiled. "It’s indeed easy. You see, I am not like the others. I don’t like to fight at all. What I like is to sit freely, with all my food in one place, watching a movie or playing a game." + +He added with a satisfied expression, "That’s got to be the most satisfying way to live life." + +Max raised his brows, intrigued. "And yet, you are so perceptive of every battle that happens in the Battle Realm. It makes one wonder how much value your words hold." + +Crown Prince Aelric’s smile froze a bit when he heard Max’s remark, but he still smiled shamelessly. "Well, what can I say? God gave me a good mind." + +Max sighed at how shameless these geniuses could be. Shaking his head, his expression turned sly as he asked, "Aelric, you’ve watched all my battles. You know my battle style, you know my moves, my skills, and what techniques I use. But you? I don’t know anything about you... You’re as blank as a white canvas to me. Isn’t this unfair?" + +Crown Prince Aelric nodded almost instantly as soon as Max finished his words. "It is true that I have focused most on you of all the geniuses present here, as you are the one who surprised me the most." + +"Then wouldn’t I be fighting an unfair battle?" Max asked, smiling as he suggested. "How about telling me something about your class, so that I can be ready for whatever you throw at me?" + +Aelric chuckled lightly, waving his hand dismissively. "You… You are not fit for scheming. Leave such things to those who truly excel at it." + +Max blinked, momentarily stunned. "I… What?" + +Aelric’s words struck a nerve. Max had indeed tried to manipulate the conversation, subtly guiding Aelric into revealing his class. Yet, Aelric had seen right through him, dismantling his attempt with effortless ease. + +"Well it doesn’t matter since I will show you what my class is anyway." Aelric said smiling. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-166.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-166.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3afca79 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-166.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 166: An Opportunity" +slug: "ch-166" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 166 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1098 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Aelric took a slow step back, his smile unwavering. "If you’ve heard of me before coming to this temple, then you should know my class—Royal Armory." + +He shrugged, as if it were nothing special. "Its function is simple… to store weapons." + +As he spoke, the space behind him shimmered, and ten weapons slowly emerged from the void—swords, spears, axes, halberds, and more. Their edges gleamed under the temple’s light, humming with restrained power. + +"And, of course," Aelric continued, his golden eyes locking onto Max, "I can summon them at will." + +Max watched as the weapons floated behind Aelric, nodding in understanding. "So, a walking arsenal, huh? Not bad." + +Aelric’s grin widened. "Not bad? Then allow me to demonstrate." + +The air around him trembled. The number of weapons multiplied—ten became a hundred, a hundred became a thousand, and within seconds, the entire stage was filled with an overwhelming presence. Ten thousand weapons hovered in the air, each one sharp, deadly, and ready to strike. + +Aelric extended his hand, a golden longsword materializing in his grip. "It’s a fitting class for someone who doesn’t have much interest in battle." + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he watched the weapons materialize one after another, their metallic gleam reflecting the temple’s dim light. + +Ten. + +A hundred. + +A thousand. + +Ten thousand. + +The sheer number was overwhelming, covering the space around Aelric like a sea of floating blades. Each weapon vibrated faintly, as if itching for battle. + +Max exhaled, his fingers instinctively tightening. This was no ordinary opponent. + +Aelric’s calm smile never wavered. + +"Impressive, isn’t it?" he asked, his voice carrying an air of supreme confidence. "I can summon an armory beyond count, each weapon imbued with power fitting for royalty." + +He added with a shrug, "Moreover, since I am the Crown Prince of the West, I have no shortage of such weapons around me." + +He took another step forward, the weapons shifting in unison with his movement. + +Enjoy exclusive adventures from freewebnovel + +"Now, shall we begin?" + +Without waiting for an answer, Aelric lifted a single finger— + +Whoosh! + +A hundred swords shot forward like streaks of silver lightning, their razor edges gleaming with lethal intent as they tore through the air toward Max. + +The battle had begun. + +Max reacted instantly. His figure blurred, vanishing and reappearing as he weaved between the incoming blades with terrifying speed. His three movement techniques layered together, turning him into a ghostly mirage, untouchable yet ever-present.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +Bang! Bang! Bang!... + +Each sword that missed him crashed into the stage, shattering the thick stone tiles beneath. Dust and debris exploded into the air, filling the battlefield with the echoes of destruction. But Max was already gone, slipping past the relentless storm of blades, his eyes locked onto Aelric. + +"There is nowhere for you to run!" Aelric declared, his voice carrying a confident edge as he commanded another barrage of weapons to rain down upon Max. + +Swish! Swish! Swish! + +Blades, spears, axes, halberds—hundreds of weapons surged toward him like a storm of steel, filling every possible escape route. Their sharp edges whistled through the air, gleaming with deadly precision. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. He understood dodging wouldn’t cut it out here. He had to put up a fight if he wanted to stand a chance against all these weapons. + +Using his Magic Sword Barrage, Max conjured a hundred blue glowing swords of his own. A moment later, he sent them flying toward the army of weapons coming down at him. + +Clang! Clang! Clang!... + +A deafening symphony of steel against steel echoed through the Battle Realm. Max’s swords met Aelric’s weapons in midair, each impact sending bursts of sparks and ripples of energy outward. + +Boom! + +Shockwaves spread with every collision, shaking the ground beneath them. The sky above was filled with a dazzling dance of flashing blades, neither side giving way. Blue swords shattered but they repelled the other weapons, spears bent, and axes spun wildly before crashing into the ground, breaking the tiles beneath them. + +For a moment, Max’s blue glowing swords blocked all the weapons coming at him, but he understood that it couldn’t defend him for long. + +His hundred blue glowing swords were like a drop of water in the vast ocean in front of Aelric’s army of weapons. They simply couldn’t be compared at all. + +And just like what Max had expected, it happened. + +His hundred blue glowing swords were overwhelmed by a thousand weapons, outnumbered and destroyed after being continuously attacked by so many weapons. + +In the end, Max found himself surrounded by an army of weapons, gleaming at him as if they were waiting for a moment to devour him whole. + +"What’s your next move, Max?" Aelric asked, standing casually. "Will it be that attack you used against Arthur? Or will it be that mysterious aura that rivaled a level 3 aura despite being only level 2?" + +Max glanced at him, feeling a bit speechless. ’He has indeed observed me closely, so I take it he would have a counter for every attack I’ve already used in the Battle Realm,’ he mused, recalling how easily his hundred blue glowing swords were handled. + +Max glanced at the army of weapons surrounding him and wondered something. He recalled that even though his hundred blue glowing swords were stronger and sharper than all the weapons surrounding him, they failed to even destroy one of these weapons. + +This begged a question. Were the ranks of these weapons so high that they were simply indestructible, which was unlikely? Then the matter came to the materials used to form these weapons. + +As Max contemplated all this, he turned to Aelric. "My swords were stronger, but they failed to even destroy one of your swords... I wonder what the reason is?" he asked curiously, not expecting an answer, just testing. + +"Oh, that?" Aelric smiled embarrassedly. "My Royal Father used Chaos Stones to make these swords. You should know, despite being the King of the West, he is one fine blacksmith—probably the best in the entire Valora Continent." He said the last part proudly. + +Adding, he continued, "So, he added a Chaos Stone to each of these ten thousand weapons to make their durability a notch above other weapons, despite being uncommon and rare rank weapons." + +"Oh," Max nodded in understanding. "I see." But inside, he was bubbling with intense excitement. The very thought of hundreds of thousands of weapons before him containing Chaos Stones awakened the desire within him to devour all the swords. + +It wasn’t every day that he would get a chance like this... A chance that could increase his defense to an unimaginable level. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-167.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-167.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d67458 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-167.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 167: Aelric Crying?" +slug: "ch-167" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 167 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Thinking like that, his expression filled with greed as he turned to Aelric. "Say, what would happen if you suddenly lost all these weapons?" he asked. + +Crown Prince Aelric frowned, wondering why Max would ask such a question. "Just a scolding from my Royal Father, I guess," he replied. + +The smile on Max’s face widened at Aelric’s words. "Then you should prepare yourself to lose all your weapons," he said, grinning. With a wave of uncontrollable force, dark flames shot out from his body like pillars. + +"Black flames?" Amelia, Bruce, and those from the East Region frowned upon seeing the black flames erupting from Max’s body, but they didn’t think much of it. + +"You think changing the color of flames would help you?" Crown Prince Aelric asked, smiling at Max. + +Max smirked, his grin widening. "Indeed. That’s why I’ve used my black flames instead of the usual ones." As he spoke, he used his unmatched control over the black flames to spread them wide in the air above the thousands of blades. + +In no time, all ten thousand blades were engulfed by the black flames. + +Aelric chuckled lightly. "I guess you don’t know, but Chaos Stones, or things made from Chaos Stones, can’t be destroyed by normal means." + +"Oh, I know that very well," Max grinned as his eyes glowed black for just a moment, then he commanded, ’Devour!’ + +Almost instantly, all the ten thousand weapons slowly but steadily began to sink into the black flames, as if they were being absorbed into them. + +"What’s this? I’m losing control over my weapons!" Aelric frowned, trying to command the weapons to fly out of the black flame range, but he found his link to them weakening. + +Recalling Max’s words from just a moment ago, a bad feeling rose in Aelric’s heart as he understood what was happening. + +Without wasting any time, he dismissed all the swords under his control. By dismissing them, the weapons should have appeared inside his armory, but as he saw inside, a chill ran down his spine. + +Almost half the weapons were gone. Only about five thousand of them remained in his armory. As for the rest, he could only look at the black flames surrounding the sky with a solemn face. + +He couldn’t believe that there existed flames capable of destroying materials made of Chaos Stones.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +Meanwhile, Max was smiling nonstop, imagining how many Dragon Scales he would unlock this time. + +Soon, the notification he had been waiting for patiently arrived. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for unlocking 289 Dragon Scales.] + +"Huh? Only 289? What the hell?!" Max found the number too low, a mere fraction compared to the thousands of weapons he had absorbed. + +Although he felt some of those weapons had disappeared midway while he was devouring them, he still managed to devour at least half of them. The result was incredibly disappointing. + +Only 289 Dragon Scales were unlocked after devouring thousands of weapons made from Chaos Stones. + +’Weapons made from Chaos Stones?’ Max understood something at that moment. Previously, he had directly absorbed Chaos Stones to unlock Dragon Scales, and even then, the ratio wasn’t good. So he could understand a little if he only got this much from weapons made from materials like Chaos Stones. + +"Max!" Just then, a shout reached his ears. + +Max turned to see Crown Prince Aelric, whose face seemed to have aged a thousand years instantly. "What did you do to my weapons?" + +"Ah, that." Max wasn’t sure how to reply, but he understood he had a day here. Scratching his chin a bit, he looked sideways and, in a tone slightly embarrassed, said, "I burned them into nothingness." + +"You what?!" Crown Prince Aelric was shocked beyond disbelief, his eyes going wide with shock. "Do you know what you’ve done?" Experience more content on freewebnovel + +"What?" Max wondered. Though he understood how Aelric must be feeling, he kind of understood too. + +Aelric almost had the urge to cry when he saw Max’s nonchalant expression. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don’t see me after the temple thing, then don’t believe anything, but know that I will be no more." + +"What do you mean by that?" Max asked, frowning. + +Aelric glanced at him and sighed. "It means my Royal Father will probably kill me after I leave the temple." + +He added, "Well, it’s nice knowing you, Max." With those words, he admitted defeat and appeared at his pillar, sitting down with his head lowered. + +"What the hell?! Is he overreacting or what?" Max muttered aloud, seeing how Aelric’s attitude suddenly shifted from all-knowing, observing and noting everything about their battles, to appearing as though he had lost everything. + +"Max wins." The blob announced Max as the winner, gesturing at the blank screen beside him. "Everyone, the final junction of this competition has finally come. With only three battles remaining to determine the strongest, turn your attention to the screen as the randomizer decides who will battle whom among the four seeds." + +The blank screen began to flicker at the blob’s words, as the four names—Max, Veylin, Amelia, and Asha—interchanged with each other for a few seconds before it finally stopped, revealing their opponents. + +Max vs. Amelia, and Veylin vs. Asha. + +Everyone took deep breaths upon seeing who their opponents were. The geniuses present had already realized that whatever matches they got, a battle at the pinnacle level was guaranteed. Seeing the matchups now, they were even more surprised. + +Amelia, who hadn’t even drawn her sword once, whose defense hadn’t been breached even once, the person who seemed purely mystical, against the dark horse, someone who defied everyone’s expectations to enter the top four with his level 7 Apprentice Rank. + +The battle between them would be a feast to watch. + +As for the remaining two, they knew very little about them, but from what they had seen and heard, they were a force to reckon with—especially Veylin, who was the son of the Young Monarch himself. + +Everyone became excited to witness the two battles. + +Just then, the entire Battle Realm began to tremble as the four stages began to merge with each other. The stage belonging to Max and Amelia merged, and similarly, the stage between Veylin and Asha merged, forming two huge stages for the final battles to commence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-168.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-168.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cc68c96 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-168.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 168: Strongest in the Adept Rank" +slug: "ch-168" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 168 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1263 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You all can start your battle now," the blob of slime announced, signaling the beginning of the fights. However, before anyone could even draw their weapons, some had already admitted defeat. + +"I admit defeat." It was Asha. Nobody could see what was happening behind her mask, but they were all shocked that she had given up so easily. + +Recalling her previous battle prowess, they understood that she stood a chance against Veylin, even if he was the son of the Young Monarch. Yet, she surrendered without a fight, disappointing not only the many geniuses inside the temple but also the numerous experts watching the battle from outside. + +Max glanced at her, not surprised by her surrender. The reason was simple. Even if she won against Veylin, she would ultimately have to face him. However, since he could unconsciously suppress her bloodline, even if he wanted to, she would be at his mercy. Moreover, Max understood that even if she used her black flames against him, they wouldn’t be very effective. + +"Very well." The blob of slime nodded as Asha found herself on her pillar. + +Shaking his thoughts away, Max turned his attention to Amelia. "Let’s have a great battle!" he said with a smile. + +Stay connected through freewebnovel + +Amelia nodded as she took out her sword. This time, she didn’t rest her hands on it like she had with Bruce; instead, she gripped it tightly. + +Max smiled as he noticed the difference, but he didn’t mind. Using the full power of his Fusion State at 20%, he channeled it into his sword, causing it to glow with a mix of red and blue. + +Almost instantly, a terrible pressure erupted from his body. It was so intense that all the other geniuses who had already comprehended a level 3 aura felt somewhat overwhelmed by the intent behind Max’s aura. + +Though everyone could sense the aura was only at level 2, the intent behind it was enough to make them serious. + +Crown Prince Aelric, who had been trying to come up with excuses to calm his father, suddenly stood up, feeling the strange aura. + +"This! This is it... the full intent behind the strange aura Max is releasing," he exclaimed, feeling the force emanating from it. It was even stronger than his blade intent. + +"What kind of aura is this? Why is it so strong for a level 2?" Veylin frowned, his face solemn as he glanced at Max. He had seen many different varieties of auras, thanks to his father, but even he hadn’t encountered such a strange situation. + +The aura emanating from Max was unlike anything he had ever seen. + +"Because this isn’t just one intent," Five said lightly, his face holding a small smile. + +"What do you mean?" Crown Prince Aelric asked, his eyes filled with curiosity. + +Five paused for a moment before replying. "A while ago, I had an encounter with Max. We fought, but at that time, Max was very weak. However, he was still able to overpower my level 2 sword aura." + +He continued, "He did this by superimposing two auras: a sword aura and a flame aura. But his intention wasn’t simply to superimpose the two auras; it was to merge them completely into one." + +Glancing at Max, wielding the strange aura, Five concluded, "I believe he has successfully achieved his goal. The aura before us is a pure merging of two auras: a level 2 sword aura and a level 2 flame aura." + +Everyone in the battle realm was stunned upon hearing Five. It was already difficult enough to comprehend one aura, but Max had comprehended two. More impressively, he had gone above and beyond by seamlessly merging them. + +This was no longer just a genius. It was more than anything a genius could ever achieve—an impossible feat for any genius to even contemplate. + +And yet, there was Max, who had not only achieved this remarkable feat but had done so at the mere Apprentice Rank, which was still considered just a starting point for many. + +"Two auras? Merging? Interesting," Amelia muttered, before taking action for the first time. She appeared in front of Max and slashed down with her sword. + +Max’s smile widened as he unleashed the full power of his 15 Draconic Essences. His sword radiated terrifying might. The air around him crackled as his Fusion State surged to 20%, and his aura intensified to an overwhelming degree. + +Just then, their swords were about to meet. + +Boom! + +The ground beneath their feet shattered instantly, sending debris flying in all directions. The sheer force of their clashing wills turned the stage into a chaotic storm of energy. + +Yet— + +Their swords had not even touched. + +A mere finger’s width separated the two blades, but the pressure emanating from them was enough to level an entire region. Waves of violent energy burst forth, tearing through the air and warping space itself. The very fabric of the stage trembled under the weight of their power. + +Bang! + +Another explosion of force erupted as their swords inched closer, yet something unseen seemed to hold them apart. An invisible barrier—perhaps the sheer intensity of their combined strength—prevented the blades from making contact. + +And yet— + +Despite their swords never touching, the shockwaves alone were enough to obliterate everything in their surroundings. The tiles split apart, and the air itself vibrated with an unbearable intensity. + +It was no longer just a battle— + +It was a clash of absolute power. + +It wasn’t long before both of them calmed down and slowly backed away. + +"The Space Aura is very strong," Max said calmly, understanding why their swords hadn’t collided. It was because Amelia had used a level 3 Space Aura on her sword. This created an invisible space between her sword and his that couldn’t be bridged with mere physical force. + +A rare smile appeared on Amelia’s face as well. "The two auras merged together to form this strange aura. It’s also very strong. It could directly collide with my Space Aura in terms of raw power alone." + +Max shrugged. "Even so, it’s still nothing compared to mastering a Space Aura. Imagine all the things you could do with it." His eyes became fascinated, wondering about the different uses of Space Aura. + +Amelia nodded in agreement. "True. Space Aura is all-encompassing compared to other auras, but it’s also difficult to comprehend."𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +She added, "Moreover, my Space Aura is the strongest below anything in the Seeker Rank." + +"Hmm? Strongest?" Max raised an eyebrow. "You mean to say you are the strongest in the Adept Rank with your Space Aura?" + +Amelia neither agreed nor disagreed, but her lack of action suggested her meaning. + +Max chuckled lightly at her arrogance. He understood that every genius present here had their own ego and confidence since each of them had worked hard to get where they were. But to have such confidence that one could declare themselves the strongest in the entire rank? Only a few geniuses could do that. + +While Max believed he was the strongest genius in the Apprentice Rank—no one even came close to him—he wasn’t entirely sure about his strength in the Adept Rank. Maybe things would have been different if he were actually in the Adept Rank, but for now, he wasn’t anywhere near declaring himself the strongest genius there. Not even close. + +Therefore, hearing Amelia’s words, Max was a bit surprised. + +"I would love to see your true strength. Come on," Max said, smiling at her. "But believe me, you are not the strongest in the Adept Rank, nor am I, nor any individual here." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-169.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-169.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a132975 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-169.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 169: Affinity of Space" +slug: "ch-169" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 169 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1048 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Amelia’s expression remained as calm and indifferent as ever. She met Max’s gaze without the slightest shift in emotion. + +"It doesn’t matter what you think." + +Max gave a slight nod. "True." He said as he activated all his agility skills. + +His figure blurred. In an instant, he was upon her. His sword, laced with 20% Fusion State aura, shot forward, aimed directly at her heart. + +But just as the tip of his blade was about to pierce through— + +Clang! + +A sharp, metallic ring echoed as his sword struck an unseen force. + +The void ripples violently, like a single disturbance sending waves across a still sea. The impact was so abrupt, so solid, that Max was forced to take a step—or two—back. + +His gaze flickered as he lowered his sword and ran a hand through the air before him. That was when he felt it—an invisible wall standing firm between him and Amelia. + +It was strange. It felt solid, undeniable, yet it remained completely invisible to the naked eye. + +"This is what I call a Space Barrier," Amelia said coolly. "It’s formed from my Space Aura, which naturally leaks from my body. But once I learned to control it, I found a better use for it." + +She met his eyes, her tone still emotionless. "I don’t waste my time on opponents who can’t break through this barrier. If they can’t, they’re useless—because their attacks will never reach me." + +Max raised a brow, a flicker of amusement in his gaze. ’Damn, she’s arrogant… but I guess she has the right to be.’𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +His fingers trailed along the space barrier, feeling its unyielding presence. It was unlike anything he had encountered before. + +’Can my physical strength alone break this barrier?’ A sudden thought flashed through Max’s mind, and without hesitation, he unleashed the full power of his fifteen Draconic Essences. + +A surge of raw energy coursed through his veins, flooding every fiber of his being. Thanks to his three hundred Dragon Scales, he felt no backlash—no strain, no exhaustion. + +Instead, a newfound clarity washed over him, his control over his sheer brute force sharper than ever. + +Clenching his fist tightly, Max steadied himself. His body coiled like a drawn bow, his muscles tightening in perfect synchronization. He funneled every ounce of power into his right fist, compressing the overwhelming strength of fifteen Draconic Essences into a single point. + +As he did, his hand began to change—the skin darkening into a deep crimson, as if molten lava surged just beneath the surface. The ground beneath him shuddered, cracks splintering through the tiles as they struggled to withstand his mere presence. Even the air itself twisted, warping in response to the force condensed within his strike. + +’Before, I couldn’t fully control this raw strength… but now, I can compress it all into a single point.’ Max mused, feeling the terrifying power pulsating within his fist. + +Max shot a quick glance at Amelia before stepping forward, his left hand brushing against the unseen barrier. Without hesitation, he clenched his right fist and drove it forward with unrelenting force. + +BAM! + +A deafening impact echoed through the void. + +CRACK! Read new chapters at freewebnovel + +The first barrier shattered instantly, collapsing like fragile glass under his sheer power. But before he could revel in his success, his fist slammed into the second barrier and—stopped. The invisible wall resisted, trapping his hand mid-air as waves of energy rippled outward, distorting the space around him. + +Gritting his teeth, Max roared, "Break it!" His muscles tensed as he poured more strength into his punch, refusing to be held back. + +CRACK! + +The second barrier gave way, splitting apart like a fractured mirror. His fist surged forward, now colliding with the final barrier. The moment his knuckles struck, an overwhelming force lashed back at him, far stronger than anything he had faced before. + +His entire arm trembled under the impact, and for a split second, it felt as if he would be hurled backward by the sheer force of his own attack. + +Seeing this, Max loosened his clenched fist and placed both hands flat against the final barrier. A frown creased his forehead as a realization dawned upon him. + +’This last barrier… it can’t be broken by brute force alone.’ + +Closing his eyes, he let his mind drift into deep thought. Ever since Amelia had unleashed her Space Aura against Bruce in their battle, Max had felt a strange, almost instinctive resonance with it. It wasn’t just a coincidence. It couldn’t be. + +His class was SSS-Rank Dimensional Keeper, and from everything he had theorized, its true essence had to be linked to space, void, or dimensions as a whole. This was more than just a vague intuition—he knew it in his bones. + +More than that, Max had always wondered why his flame affinity had been abysmal when he took the Phoenix Order Guild’s recruitment test. Back then, he had thought it was simply bad luck, an unfortunate mismatch. + +But now, he understood—his affinity for the Space Element far surpassed anything else. It wasn’t that he was weak in other elements. It was that Space was his true domain, his Supreme Rank affinity—one that outshone all others. + +Yes, he had comprehended the auras of Sword, Flames, and Lightning—forcing himself to master them through countless years of relentless training in the Dimension of Time. + +But Space… Space was different. He hadn’t needed to force it. It was already a part of him. + +As Max’s hands pressed against the invisible barrier, he felt it—an almost imperceptible ripple, like the surface of a calm lake disturbed by the faintest breeze. + +Space wasn’t just an external force; it was something he instinctively understood, something that resonated deep within him. + +The barrier wasn’t solid. It wasn’t even a true boundary. It was a veil, a thin layer of resistance that bent under his touch, shifting ever so slightly, acknowledging him. + +Max exhaled, letting go of distractions, allowing himself to sink into the sensation. His consciousness drifted, not outward, but inward—into the mechanisms of space itself. It was vast, yet intimate, stretching infinitely yet feeling like a second skin. Every fiber of his being pulsed with the realization. + +He wasn’t just touching space. He was part of it. And for the first time, he truly comprehended what that meant. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-17.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-17.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..909a264 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-17.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 17: Leaving the Dungeon" +slug: "ch-17" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 17 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1048 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Sword Aura?" Max frowned, his brows furrowing. He hadn't heard anything about Sword Aura in the academy. "So the blue light in my sword was this Sword Aura," he mused, gripping his sword tightly with both hands. + +He wanted to see if he could use this Sword Aura again now that he had comprehended it. + +Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind completely and focused entirely on the sword. He recalled the earlier battle—the raw intensity, the crazy momentum of their swords—and, in the end, he recalled the feeling inside of him when he fought the goblin. + +As Max recalled those feelings, sparks of light blue began to pop up around his sword in different parts before spreading across its surface, causing the entire blade to glow with a light blue hue. + +"So, this is Sword Aura..." Max muttered, opening his eyes. From what he could tell after using it a second time, Sword Aura acted very differently from skills. Unlike skills, which activated with just a thought, Max had to bring the Sword Aura to the surface from deep inside his body. + +It was like calling for a skill and having it come on its own, but for Sword Aura, one had to go and bring it out oneself; otherwise, it wouldn't work. + +'Let's see its status,' Max mused, opening his status screen. + +--- + +[Max] + +–Rank: [Novice] + +–Level: 3 + +–Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +–Physique: 5.5 + +–Soul: 6.6 + +–Energy: 8 + +–Skills: + +—»Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +—»Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-13), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-23), Swift Dash (Lvl-1)] + +—»Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +--- + +"A new column for comprehensions appeared... sweet." Max smiled and checked the status of Sword Aura. + +--- + +[Sword Aura] + +–Level: 1 + +–Description: Sword Aura is the most basic and rudimentary manifestation of the Concept of Sword, representing the wielder's first step toward understanding the deeper essence of swordsmanship. By channeling their will and intent, the user imbues their blade with a faint, ethereal glow that enhances its sharpness and cutting power. + +--- + +"Concept of Sword?" Max frowned, seeing another term he didn't understand. While he understood that Sword Aura seemed to be the preliminary stage for comprehending the Concept of Sword, he had no idea whatsoever about what the Concept of Sword was. + +"What is 'Concept' here?" he muttered, contemplating, before closing his status screen. "It seems I need to join a guild fast," he considered, knowing that only guilds would have knowledge surpassing that of an academy. + +After that, Max looked around at the boss monster's drops, his gaze catching sight of the very thing he had been hoping to find. + +It was a skill scroll. + +He picked it up and read the name on it. + +"Flurry Strike (Rare)." + +"It's a rare-rank skill!" Max was astounded. Throughout the entire dungeon, he had only encountered common-level items and skills, but the boss monster had dropped a rare-rank skill. + +"Hehe." Max smiled giddily but didn't immediately learn the skill. He first went to the door of the boss room and touched it. + +The door swung open, revealing the anxious faces of William, Zixi, and Henry. + +"Max, what took you so long?" William asked as soon as Max emerged from the boss chamber. + +Max smiled wryly. How could he explain that he had been having a fun battle with the dungeon's boss monster? They would probably think he'd gone mad. + +"Max, you have an explanation to give," Zixi said, her expression solemn. "You told us you'd one-shot it and be done in a moment, but it took you half an hour to come out of the boss room." + +Max sighed and shrugged. "I don't know if I overestimated my ability or underestimated the level 5 Goblin Swordmaster, but in the end, I managed to kill it. So, no worries, folks. Everything's just fine." + +"Goblin Swordmaster? You encountered a Goblin Swordmaster?" Zixi lost her composure upon hearing Max. "They're said to be one of the strongest monsters in awakening or no-rank dungeons across the world." + +Max smiled at her stunned reaction and played along. "That's why it took me so long to kill it. My bullets were all deflected by its swords, so I had to fight in both close combat and at range before I managed to kill it. But even that took a lot of planning and scheming." + +His expression turned serious as he added, "It's a good thing you guys didn't join; otherwise, I might not have been able to protect you all." + +Zixi nodded and sighed. She hadn't expected a no-rank dungeon to be so dangerous for them. + +"Alright, let me show you what the boss monster dropped," Max smiled as he led them into the boss chamber. + +"So many items!" William's eyes shone brilliantly as he stared unblinkingly at the scattered loot. + +"A Goblin Swordmaster is bound to leave such drops," Zixi commented. + +Max smiled, pulling out the skill scroll. "This is mine as promised." + +Zixi glanced at the scroll and waved her hand dismissively. "Go ahead and take it." + +"Good." Max chuckled, opening the scroll and touching it with his hand. The scroll glowed with a blue light before vanishing. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the skill — Flurry Strike.] + +--- + +[Flurry Strike] + +–Rank: [Rare] + +–Level: 0 + +–Description: Flurry Strike unleashes a barrage of rapid, consecutive attacks in a dazzling display of speed and precision. The user channels their energy to accelerate their movements, allowing them to deliver multiple strikes in the blink of an eye. + +--- + +"Sweet." Max smiled excitedly as he checked the skill's description. 'If I'm not wrong, this is the same skill the Goblin Swordmaster used on me,' he mused. + +"We should leave now," Zixi suggested. "We have only about an hour before the portal closes." + +Max nodded and sighed. "If only no-rank dungeons had mana crystals..." + +"Mana crystals can only be found in ranked dungeons, so stop dreaming," Zixi said as she headed for the door. + +"Hey, wait!" Max called. "I have something I want you three to promise." + +William, Zixi, and Henry stopped at Max's words. + +"I know you want us to stay silent about your strength, so don't worry. We're not going to snitch," Zixi said with a smile. + +"Haha, good." Max smiled and hugged them all. "Now, let's leave this dungeon." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-170.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-170.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..25edaa1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-170.md @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 170: Space Aura" +slug: "ch-170" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 170 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1125 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +’I see. I understand now.’ + +His breath steadied. His mind drifted deeper. Space was not empty. It was alive, humming with an energy that had always been there, waiting for him to notice. The more he focused, the clearer it became—a silent current threading through existence, binding everything together. + +Then, he felt it. + +A pulse. A rhythm. A presence both boundless and intimate. + +The barrier around him didn’t break—it simply ceased to be. It folded into itself, welcoming him, as if space had opened its arms to embrace him. His body tingled as something unseen yet undeniably real flowed into him, seeping into his very essence. + +Space Aura. + +It wasn’t an element. It wasn’t a force he had to bend or command. It was a state of being. A truth that had always existed within him. + +His senses expanded, stretching beyond his physical form. Distance lost meaning. He felt the air shift, not through touch but through presence. He could sense the space between things—the gaps, the connections, the unseen pathways that lay hidden in the fabric of reality. + +His feet no longer felt anchored to the ground. Not because he was floating, but because he understood, at a fundamental level, that "ground" was just a point of reference. He could be anywhere. He could move without moving, cross distances without traveling. + +[Conditions Met: Congratulations for transforming the Three Dimensional Body skill as your constitution.] + +And then, like a star igniting in the void, the realization fully took hold. + +Space was his to traverse, to manipulate, to become. + +A slow breath left his lips, and the world around him seemed to shift ever so slightly in response. + +He had comprehended Space Aura. + +At that moment, Max opened his eyes, his sharp gaze locking onto Amelia’s shocked expression. + +"You… you’ve comprehended Space Aura?" Amelia’s voice, usually calm and composed, now carried a rare note of disbelief—almost desperation. + +Max nodded, a small, satisfied smile appearing on his face. "Thanks to you. Without your Space Barrier, I might have never realized my true potential." + +Amelia was at a complete loss for words. + +Speechless. + +Continue your adventure with freewebnovel + +It had taken her years of relentless training under her master—countless grueling sessions, exhausting meditations, and near-death battles—before she even caught a glimpse of Space Aura. But Max? He had fully comprehended a Level 1 Space Aura in mere moments. + +It wasn’t just her. + +The other geniuses watching from their towering pillars were in an even greater state of shock. Their widened eyes, their mouths slightly agape—it was as if they had just witnessed the impossible.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +They had always known that the Space Element was profound, but now, seeing it in action, they truly understood its uniqueness. It wasn’t just another elemental force—it was different, intangible, and far more complex than the others. + +And that very uniqueness made it harder to comprehend. + +Flame Aura had flames. You could see the fire, feel its heat, observe the way it flickered and burned. + +Lightning Aura had lightning. It crackled, struck with force, and surged through the air in visible arcs. + +But Space? + +What tangible object was there to observe? + +There was nothing. + +Space wasn’t something one could simply see or touch. It was a force that existed between everything, shaping the fabric of reality itself. And that was precisely why comprehending Space Aura was so difficult. + +It required an entirely different approach—not observing the world, but understanding the unseen, sensing the gaps between existence, feeling the distortions between dimensions. + +It was an element beyond the physical, an essence that defied conventional comprehension. + +And that was what made it so powerful. + +"How? How could he comprehend Space Aura like it was nothing?" + +Among them, Crown Prince Aelric leaned forward, a gleam of excitement flickering in his golden eyes. A grin spread across his face as he observed Max’s effortless mastery. + +"Does this not make him better than all of us?" he mused aloud, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and awe. + +He had encountered many monstrous geniuses in his lifetime—prodigies who stood far above the rest, their talents shaking the world. But Max… Max was different. + +He was proof. + +Proof that there were some geniuses so far above the rest, that no amount of training, effort, or sheer willpower could ever bridge the gap between them and ordinary talent. + +But amid the shock and admiration, one person’s expression only grew darker—his eyes filled with gloom and rising fury. + +Veylin. + +His fingers curled into a tight fist, his nails digging into his palm as he watched Max effortlessly surpass them all. + +’I should have killed him back then.’ + +Regret burned in his chest like a searing flame. A single missed opportunity—one that might now cost them everything. + +Max’s potential wasn’t just overwhelming; it was dangerous. If left unchecked, he would soon become a threat to the Monarch—an even greater one than the last genius who had already shaken their foundations. + +Veylin’s gaze darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line. + +’He should be eliminated as soon as possible.’ + +A cold gleam flickered in his eyes as he reached a final, absolute decision. + +On the other hand, battle between Max and Amelia resumed. Though Amelia was momentarily shaken by Max’s monstrous potential, her confidence remained unwavering. + +"You are truly worthy of my full strength." + +Her voice was calm—almost serene—but the shift in her aura was undeniable. It surged to its peak, sending ripples through the space around her. + +Faint spatial distortions flickered in the air, barely perceptible to common eyes. But Max—having just comprehended Level 1 Space Aura—could feel everything. Every shift, every subtle tremor in the fabric of space itself. + +Amelia’s grip on her sword tightened, her stance firm as she lifted the blade high. + +A surge of Level 3 Space Aura wrapped around her weapon. + +Then, with a single, fluid motion— + +Swish! + +She swung down in a perfect vertical slash. + +In that instant, it was as if space itself had split apart. A formless rift extended outward, racing toward Max with terrifying speed. + +Sensing the sheer destructive force behind her attack, Max wasted no time. His own sword flashed into his hands, already laced with 20% of his Fusion State Aura. + +His eyes sharpened. + +"Divergent Slash!" + +With a swift, decisive motion, he swung his sword forward. + +A brilliant red and blue slash erupted from his blade, clashing head-on with Amelia’s attack. + +Bang! + +A deafening explosion tore through the stage. Shockwaves rippled outward as their attacks collided and canceled each other out, sending waves of distorted energy surging into the air. + +The sheer force of the impact sent cracks sprawling across the ground beneath them. + +Both fighters stood firm, neither backing down. + +This was no ordinary battle. + +It was a clash between monsters. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-171.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-171.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8e95dd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-171.md @@ -0,0 +1,158 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 171: Three Dimensional Body" +slug: "ch-171" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 171 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1021 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Just as the dust from their clash settled, Amelia’s figure vanished—disappearing into thin air. + +A mere instant later, she reappeared behind Max, her sword flashing downward in a ruthless arc aimed straight at his back. + +Max’s instincts screamed. + +Without even turning his head, his body moved on its own. + +Clang! + +His sword shot upward, intercepting hers at the very last second. + +Bang! + +Even before their blades fully connected, the sheer force of their clash sent violent shockwaves rippling across the entire stage, distorting the air itself. + +But Amelia wasn’t done. + +Her form blurred again—vanishing into the void. + +A split second later— + +She reappeared at his opposite side, her sword thrusting straight toward his heart like a phantom strike. + +Yet, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Max responded instantly. + +His blade twisted sharply, meeting hers in another devastating clash. + +Clang! + +She vanished. + +Again. + +Reappearing behind him. + +Then to his left. + +Then to his right. + +Her sword flashed like lightning, striking at every blind spot—aiming for his vitals, for his weak points. + +But— + +Every. Single. Attack. + +Blocked. Read new adventures at freewebnovel + +As fluidly as water, as effortlessly as breathing, Max deflected each strike the moment it came. + +To the watching geniuses, it was unreal. + +Amelia—renowned for her speed, teleportation, and precision—was unmatched when it came to overwhelming her opponents with rapid attacks. + +Yet, against Max— + +She couldn’t land a single hit. + +Amelia came to a sudden halt, her eyes narrowing as she observed Max. "You don’t have a blind spot," she said, her voice tinged with realization. + +Max simply shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Does it matter?" + +But in truth, he understood exactly how he was reacting to her every move. + +Amelia’s speed was instant teleportation, way faster than anything close to Revenna’s speed. + +At first, Max hadn’t been able to keep up with Revenna’s incredible speed. He’d seen her attacks coming, yes, but even with his heightened senses, he was still too slow to defend himself properly. Her strikes were almost too fast, which he could only manage to barely block with his defense skills. + +But something had changed. + +After his Three Dimensional Body skill merged with his constitution, Max felt his body undergo a fundamental transformation. + +It wasn’t just that he could see everything around him in real-time—it was that his reaction speed had accelerated to match. + +Previously, there had always been a lag between seeing an attack and reacting. A split second where his body wasn’t quite fast enough. + +But now— + +That lag was gone. + +His body moved before he even consciously thought about it, each of his movements as swift as his perceptions. He was no longer reacting to attacks; he was already one step ahead. + +With the merging of his Three Dimensional Body skill and his constitution, Max’s body had completely transformed. The skill that had once enhanced his senses was now part of him at the core—his Three Dimensional Body wasn’t just a skill anymore, it was his new physique. + +This led to many changes within him. + +Max’s perception of the world had expanded. His view of reality had shifted, like looking at everything from a three-dimensional perspective. + +His senses were no longer confined to a small space. He could see above and beyond what was directly in front of him, his perception flowing freely in all directions. + +He wasn’t limited to an enclosed room or a narrow vision of the world anymore. Max could now sense everything, almost see the space around him as if it were an open field, boundless and unrestricted. + +Max smiled as he met Amelia’s gaze, his voice carrying both amusement and challenge. "Give me your best. Use your strongest attacks and stop holding back." + +But Amelia didn’t respond. Her expression remained tense, her mind still lingering on what had just happened. He had blocked every single one of her attacks. + +Not just once. Every time. + +It wasn’t just that Max had reacted quickly—he had reacted perfectly. No matter how many times she had teleported, no matter which angle she had struck from, he had deflected her blade as if he had already seen it coming. + +That was what unsettled her the most. + +Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, her sword aimed directly at Max as she lowered her stance. She had to change her approach. + +Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she focused. + +Then— + +A deep, black aura ignited at the tip of her sword. + +A heavy, oppressive force radiated from her body, as if the very air around her was being pulled into the growing mass of darkness. That energy—her killing intent—slowly funneled into the swirling black glow at her sword’s tip, condensing into something far more lethal. + +The world around them grew silent. + +And then, at the peak of that stillness, space itself began to warp. + +A singular black dot flickered into existence at the tip of her sword—small, yet impossibly dense. The space around it twisted and shuddered, as if it were struggling to contain the sheer force concentrated within that tiny, ominous point. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. He could feel it. The sheer destructive power contained within that dot. A threat unlike anything she had used before. + +Yet, he didn’t move. He simply watched, his expression unreadable. + +Then— + +Amelia vanished. + +The next instant, she reappeared at his left, her sword already thrusting toward him, aiming for his ribs. + +The black dot at her blade’s tip pulsed, and the moment it neared him— + +It detonated. + +BANG! + +A monstrous explosion erupted, its force concentrated entirely in Max’s direction. A raging storm of black dust and warping energy consumed everything, drowning the stage in absolute destruction. + +The force of the blast shook the ground, cracks spiderwebbing across the floor as shockwaves tore through the air. + +For a moment, there was nothing—no visibility, no sound—just the lingering echoes of devastation. + +Yet, even through the cloud of black dust, one thought was clear in everyone’s mind: + +That attack was enough to annihilate anyone. + +Max stood still as the explosion engulfed him, his expression completely unbothered. He didn’t move. He didn’t raise a defense. + +He simply watched. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-172.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-172.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3eacd2f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-172.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 172: Absolute Defense" +slug: "ch-172" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 172 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1008 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The force of the detonation rushed toward him, black dust swirling like a violent storm, its shockwave crashing directly into his body at point-blank range. The very air trembled under the sheer intensity of the attack. + +Yet— + +As the explosion collided with him, the devastating energy that should have torn him apart did nothing but shred his clothes into near nothingness. The black force swirled, clawing at his skin—but it couldn’t pierce it. + +His body remained untouched. Unscathed. + +The ground beneath him, cracked and shattered by the explosion, told the story of just how powerful the attack had been. But Max himself? Not even a single mark was left on him. + +As the dust settled, Max moved with calm precision, pulling out an identical outfit from his storage ring and donning it as if nothing had happened. + +A few moments later, the last remnants of dust were swept away by the wind, finally revealing him in full view. + +He stood there, completely intact—not a single sign of injury, not a single trace of struggle. His expression remained the same, his pink eyes locked onto Amelia. + +If anything, he looked more relaxed than before. + +This time, Amelia couldn’t hide her shock. Her eyes widened, and for the first time in the battle, her voice carried a hint of disbelief. + +"How? How did you not even suffer a single injury?" + +Stay tuned for updates on freewebnovel + +She couldn’t understand it. + +Her attack—the black glowing dot—hadn’t been a simple strike. It had been one of her strongest techniques, one that condensed all her energy into a single, devastating point. Once detonated, it could annihilate anyone in the Adept Rank without fail. + +And yet— + +Max stood there, completely unharmed, his eyes steady, his posture completely relaxed. + +It wasn’t just that he survived. He hadn’t even been scratched. + +The attack that should have reduced any other fighter to ashes had barely even touched his skin. + +She stood frozen, her mind racing. How? How was Max fine after that attack? + +It just didn’t make sense. + +Her technique had been honed to absolute precision, compressing her full power into a singularity that should have torn anything and everything apart. And yet, Max stood there untouched, not even a single scratch marring his skin. + +She wasn’t the only one struggling to process what had just happened. + +The entire battle realm was drowned in stunned silence. + +The spectators—geniuses from the strongest factions—had seen it happen with their own eyes. Max had been engulfed by the explosion at point-blank range, swallowed whole by the deadly force of Amelia’s ultimate move. + +But when the dust cleared, he emerged unscathed. + +It was as if the attack hadn’t targeted him at all—as if it had struck an illusion, a shadow, or someone else entirely. + +Their minds reeled at the impossibility of it. + +"What did he just do there?" Crown Prince Aelric muttered, his voice carrying an edge of disbelief. He was certain—Max hadn’t dodged. The explosion had completely consumed him. And yet, he now stood before them, perfectly fine—a walking contradiction, an irony made flesh. + +Veylin, standing further back, wore a deep scowl, his brows furrowed tightly. His face was dark, his gaze locked onto Max like a predator trying to decipher an unfathomable prey. + +Like Aelric, he too couldn’t understand. + +It was simply impossible. + +A point-blank explosion of that magnitude couldn’t be dodged—not unless one possessed a teleportation ability or some kind of invulnerability skill. But Max had done neither. + +So then—how? + +Among all the confused minds in the arena, only Max himself knew the answer. + +The truth was simple. His defense had increased a lot. + +His 300 Dragon Scales. + +Since the moment he had absorbed Aelric’s arsenal of weapons, gaining another 289 Dragon Scales, he had been curious. He had wondered just how much his body had changed—just how powerful his defense had become. + +And now, he had his answer. + +When he saw Amelia unleash her strongest attack, he had made a choice. + +A gamble. + +He didn’t dodge. He didn’t block. He simply stood there and let the explosion hit him head-on. + +And the result? + +His body didn’t even flinch. + +Max’s lips curled slightly. + +The defense of his body had reached a level where no Adept Rank could break through it. He became absolutely certain of that now. + +Previously when his Dragon Scales increased to 300 in number, Max had a feeling his defense had became incredibly strong but he wasn’t sure how strong but after this little stunt of his, he understood what he wanted to know. + +Max looked at Amelia’s stunned expression and smiled, his golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It’s my turn, I guess." + +His figure blurred, vanishing from sight. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared beside her, his sword already slicing through the air in a perfect arc. + +Horizon Split. + +A clean, devastating slash carrying the full might of 20% Fusion State and the raw strength of fifteen Draconic Essences, all concentrated into a single, lethal strike with a mixed of level 1 Space Aura. + +The moment his blade descended, Amelia’s eyes narrowed. + +She saw it. She saw the attack coming. + +But could she stop it? + +Her grip tightened around her sword as she raised it in response. The movement seemed slow, painfully slow—yet, the moment her blade moved, the very tiles beneath her feet trembled. A sharp, unnatural crack spread outward, and in the next instant, the ground shattered into pieces. + +Then—Max’s sword reached her. + +Just as their blades were about to collide, Amelia’s seemingly slow sword moved—or rather, it had already moved, its presence almost imperceptible before the impact. + +BOOM! + +BANG! BANG! BANG! + +Three consecutive shockwaves erupted as Max’s overwhelming strength broke through the three invisible barriers between them rippling outward like expanding rings of destruction. The sheer force obliterated the remaining tiles beneath them, sending sharp debris flying in all directions. + +And then— + +CLANG! + +At that moment, their swords finally met. However, the moment Max’s blade clashed against Amelia’s, an invisible force surged through him, locking his body in place. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-173.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-173.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee16dde --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-173.md @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 173: Strongest in the Adept Rank? Max?" +slug: "ch-173" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 173 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +His muscles tensed. His instincts screamed. + +What’s this? I suddenly became so sluggish?! + +A frown crossed Max’s face as he felt the space around him constrict. It wasn’t just an illusion—his very movements were being shackled, frozen in time for a brief moment. Space itself had turned against him, binding him in an unseen grip. + +Before he could break free, his senses flared with danger. His eyes caught Amelia’s next move. + +She raised her sword high, its silver edge gleaming with an ethereal glow. But it wasn’t just light—it was power, an aura of knighthood infused with the laws of space itself. A technique forged for absolute control. + +"Knight’s Judgment: Celestial Severance!" + +A radiant arc of energy descended, splitting through the air with the authority of a divine decree. The space around them twisted, collapsing toward the trajectory of her blade, pulling Max in as if the very world demanded his defeat. + +’Damn it!’ + +With a burst of will, dark flames erupted from Max’s body. His Black Inferno surged, twisting into a violent storm as he forced himself free from the spatial shackles. His body flickered, vanishing in a black flash— + +But he wasn’t fast enough. + +Amelia’s radiant arc of light had already reached him, slicing through the air with terrifying precision. Max’s eyes flashed as he sensed the sheer destructive force radiating from it. + +He had a feeling—a strong one. + +This attack was Amelia’s strongest. + +And even though he was confident in his invulnerability, he wasn’t going to take the chance. There were some things he simply couldn’t risk. + +’Right! I can use that!’ + +A gleam flickered in his eyes as, in an instant, black flames erupted behind him, forming into wings of fire. They unfurled, carrying him a step ahead—just enough to keep his distance from the incoming radiant arc. + +At the same time, he activated his Omni Guard skill, summoning a green sphere the size of a football. + +But he didn’t stop there. + +Black flames surged within the sphere, rapidly taking form. Within moments, the swirling inferno shaped itself into a black lotus, its seven petals blooming ominously, pulsing with barely contained power. + +Max gazed at the black lotus, encased in the green sphere, and smiled faintly. + +Then, his eyes shifted back to the incoming radiant arc of light, its energy slicing through the stage like a divine judgment. + +Without hesitation, he threw the sphere. + +The green sphere spun through the air, streaking toward the radiant arc with deadly precision. + +Crack! + +The moment the two forces met, a sharp, eerie cracking sound echoed across the stage. The radiant arc bore down onto the sphere, and under its immense pressure, cracks spread across its surface like fragile glass. + +Then— + +Shatter! + +Like a mirror breaking into countless fragments, the sphere shattered, releasing the black lotus inside. + +The moment the radiant arc touched the black lotus— + +BOOM! + +A colossal explosion erupted, shaking the entire Battle Realm to its core. + +Black flames detonated outward, an inferno of pure chaos engulfing the entire stage, swallowing everything in its wake. The force of the impact sent shockwaves tearing through the air, distorting space itself. + +From within the inferno, Max stood at the center, his pink eyes glowing amidst the chaos spotting the figure of Amelia. + +’It’s time to end this.’ + +Max waved his hand, and as if obeying his command, the black flames raging across the stage began to recede. They spiraled toward him, merging back into his body, disappearing completely as if they had never existed. + +The stage fell into absolute silence. + +His pink eyes locked onto Amelia, unwavering. + +"Your attacks can’t harm me."His voice was calm but carried an undeniable finality. + +He took a step forward, his aura pressing down ever so slightly. "Accept defeat... or should I make you?" + +Amelia’s eyes flickered. + +She remained still for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she let out a slow breath and took one last deep look at Max before giving her answer. + +"I accept my defeat." + +The moment those words left her lips, she vanished—reappearing on her pillar as the match officially ended. + +But before anyone could react, she spoke again. + +"Max, tell me one thing."Her voice carried a rare intensity, her gaze sharp as it met his. + +"Are you the strongest in the Adept Rank?" + +Everyone’s eyes turned to Max as the weight of Amelia’s question settled over the Battle Realm. + +If someone had asked this before Max’s battle, the very idea would have been laughable. They would have thought the person had lost their mind—or perhaps mistaken Max’s rank entirely. + +After all, Max was only Level 7 of the Apprentice Rank. + +To ask if he was the strongest in the Adept Rank? + +It was wild. Absurd. + +Before this battle, it would have been nothing but delusional arrogance to suggest that someone at his level could rival Adept Rank geniuses. + +But now? + +Now, after witnessing the impossible—after watching him obliterate Amelia’s strongest attack, after seeing his defense stand unshaken, his power surpass all logic— + +That question was no longer ridiculous. + +It was valid. + +And for the first time, none of them could confidently say no. + +Everything pointed out to one thing. + +Discover stories at freewebnovel + +Max could very well be the strongest Adept Rank fighter. + +And yet— + +Max simply smiled at Amelia’s words. He gave a small shrug, his posture relaxed, but his eyes held a knowing glint. + +"As I’ve said before," he began, his voice steady, "none of us can claim to be the strongest in the Adept Rank. Saying so would be nothing but arrogance." + +The audience listened, hanging onto his words. + +"The world is vast," Max continued, "and the Middle Domains are home to countless geniuses. There are surely others—stronger, faster, more terrifying than us." + +His gaze swept over the pillars. + +"Believing one is the strongest at any rank would only limit their growth... and blind them to the true horizon of the world." + +A heavy silence followed. + +Some geniuses clenched their fists, realizing how true his words were. Others lowered their heads, their minds racing with thoughts. + +On one of the pillar, Crown Prince Aelric grinned. "This guy… he’s not just strong. He understands what true strength is." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-174.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-174.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c4f2832 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-174.md @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 174: A Battle to Determine the Strongest" +slug: "ch-174" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 174 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1038 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Alright, enough chit-chatting." + +The blob of slime spoke through the glowing screen, its voice carrying an undeniable authority as it glanced at the gathered geniuses. + +"It’s time for the final battle." + +The moment those words were spoken, the two battle stages—Max’s and Veylin’s—began to shift. + +The ground beneath them trembled, moving as if alive. With a deep rumbling sound, the two platforms slid toward each other, merging seamlessly into one gigantic battlefield—the largest the Battle Realm had ever seen. + +This was it. + +The final battle. + +The clash that would determine the one worthy of inheriting the master’s inheritance. + +The blob of slime turned its gaze toward Max and Veylin, its tone carrying a final declaration. + +"The winner of this battle will inherit my master’s inheritance." + +Its gaze lingered on them for a moment before adding, "You two, give it your very best." + +— + +Veylin stepped forward, his expression twisting into a sinister smile. "We meet again." + +Max mirrored his smirk, his eyes glinting. + +"True. I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon." + +His smile sharpened into a sneer as he took a step closer. + +"Are you ready to be defeated?" + +Veylin’s sneer deepened, his expression darkening. "Oh? You’ve gained quite the confidence after defeating a bunch of nobodies. Have you already forgotten what happened last time?" + +Max let out a low chuckle, unfazed. + +"Last time?" His grin widened. "You mean the time you were thrashed by my attack and then got kicked out of the East Region?" + +A mocking tilt of his head. "Yeah. I think that sums it up pretty well." + +Veylin’s eyes flashed, his grip tightening around his spear. + +"Oh, how delusional can you be?" He sighed, shaking his head as he finally drew his weapon—a sleek, black-tipped spear crackling with blue lightning. + +Max’s smirk remained, completely unfazed. + +"We’ll find out soon enough who the real delusional one is."𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +He drew his black sword, the energy of 20% Fusion State coursing along its surface, causing the blade to hum with sheer power. + +His pink eyes flickered toward Veylin, his lips curling into a smirk. + +"If it were anyone else, I would have let them attack first." + +A sharp glint flashed in his gaze. + +"But since it’s you—" + +His smile widened, a deadly edge to it. + +"I’ll be attacking first." + +— + +BOOM! + +Max vanished. + +In an instant, he activated all three of his agility skills to their limit. His body blurred, disappearing from sight as if he had never been there at all. + +A fraction of a second later— + +He reappeared directly in front of Veylin, his black sword already slashing downward— + +Continue reading at freewebnovel + +The full power of 20% Fusion State surged through his blade, intertwining with the raw, explosive strength of 15 Draconic Essences. + +The sheer force behind the attack was terrifying, the very air around his sword distorting under the immense pressure. + +— + +Veylin’s eyes flashed as he reacted instantly. + +A blue lightning dragon burst to life at the tip of his spear, crackling with an overwhelming Level 3 Lightning Aura. + +With deadly precision, he thrust his spear straight toward Max’s incoming sword— + +— + +CLANG! + +The sound of metal crashing against metal exploded through the entire Battle Realm, ringing out like the clash of two weapons. + +The shockwave from their clash was so immense that it obliterated everything within a 10-meter radius. + +The ground itself collapsed, the once-sturdy tiles instantly turning to dust under the sheer weight of their power. + +Beneath them, the earth cracked and shattered, forming a deep pit as debris flew in every direction. + +Yet, neither of them moved. + +Sword and spear remained locked, their weapons pressing against each other as raw destructive energy surged around them, shaking the battlefield itself. + +This wasn’t a battle of techniques. + +This was a collision of raw, unfiltered power. + +Veylin’s grin darkened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and regret as he held his ground against Max’s sword. + +"I see you’ve grown a lot stronger since last time." + +He could still remember vividly—the Dungeon Break incident. + +Back then, Max had attacked him in the exact same way. The same explosive speed, the same confidence, the same overwhelming power-packed strike. + +But the result had been completely different. + +Back then— Max had been nothing before him. One counterattack. One decisive blow. And Max had been blasted to the ground, completely defeated. + +Yet now— + +Now, Max stood before him, unfazed, his blade locked against his spear, holding his ground without faltering. + +Veylin’s grip on his spear tightened, a flicker of irritation flashing in his gaze. + +This shouldn’t be happening. + +His heart sank slightly as the regret crept in once again. + +’I should have killed him when I had the chance.’ + +If he had ended it back then—if he had simply gone for the kill instead of leaving Max alive—he wouldn’t be standing here now, facing an opponent who had become his equal. + +Or worse… + +Someone who might surpass him. + +Max’s smile widened, his pink eyes gleaming with confidence hearing Veylin. + +"Of course, I’ve grown stronger since last time." His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge of certainty. + +"Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here, facing you in a direct battle to determine the strongest." + +As he spoke, his aura surged, and in the next instant— + +Hundreds of glowing blue swords materialized behind him. + +His Magic Sword Barrage activated, each sword humming with raw energy, their sharp tips aimed directly at Veylin’s back like a storm of piercing light. + +With a flick of his fingers, the swords shot forward, their radiant glow slicing through the air like a tidal wave of death. + +— + +"Humph." Veylin snorted, unfazed. + +From behind him, a massive lightning dragon burst forth, its form crackling with pure electric fury. Its thunderous roar shook the battlefield as its coiled body surged forward, intercepting the incoming swords. + +Each blue sword collided against the lightning dragon, but— + +CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! + +They were deflected. + +Not a single one made it past. The dragon’s charged scales repelled every blade, its serpentine body twisting through the air, absorbing and scattering the entire barrage. + +When the final sword was deflected against its hardened form, Veylin smirked, his gaze sharp and mocking. "You’ll have to do better than that." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-175.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-175.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b132ed --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-175.md @@ -0,0 +1,176 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 175: Intense Battle" +slug: "ch-175" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 175 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1016 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. + +"Yeah? How about this?" + +As soon as the words left his mouth, lightning surged across his body, crackling wildly as it coiled around his black sword. The air around him buzzed with raw energy as he channeled his Level 2 Lightning Aura, the arcs of blue and white electricity dancing along the blade’s edge like living serpents. + +But that wasn’t all. + +At the same time, a faint distortion shimmered around his sword—his Level 1 Space Aura activating, bending the space around his weapon ever so slightly. + +The moment both auras merged, Max swung his sword with overwhelming force. + +BANG! + +The sheer shockwave of the strike sent Veylin staggering backward, his feet dragging across the battlefield as he was pushed several meters away. + +For the first time in their fight, Max had forced him back. + +The fusion of Lightning and Space Aura had tipped the balance—his sword strikes were now faster, heavier, and more unpredictable. + +Veylin’s smirk vanished, his grip tightening on his spear as he quickly stabilized himself. The air around him crackled with tension, a storm of energy swirling as his frosty voice cut through the battlefield. + +"You are good." + +But his tone lacked its previous arrogance—replaced by something colder, more dangerous. + +Then— + +CRACK! + +A surge of blue lightning erupted from his body, snaking through the air like living tendrils, writhing and pulsing with terrifying power. + +BOOM! + +The moment his energy touched the ground, the entire stage trembled violently. + +Like a storm awakening from slumber, the lightning tendrils slithered outward, spreading across the battlefield like hungry serpents, their electric tongues hissing as they coiled across the shattered tiles. + +In mere moments, the entire stage was covered—an intricate web of lightning, twisting and flickering, trapping Max within its electrified grasp. + +Following that, Veylin’s grip on his spear tightened, his expression cold and unreadable as his figure blurred—disappearing in a flash of lightning. + +A split second later— + +Read the latest on freewebnovel + +He reappeared directly in front of Max, his spear thrusting forward like a lightning bolt. + +With a thunderous roar, a massive lightning dragon surged from his spear, its serpentine body crackling with devastating power as it lunged straight at Max. + +— + +Max’s eyes flickered, his gaze locking onto the incoming lightning dragon. + +And then, a wild thought crossed his mind. + +’Can I absorb this?’ + +The question sent a surge of excitement through him. + +He had absorbed other types of energy before—but never an attack of this level, from a direct opponent. + +For a moment, he hesitated. + +Then— + +He decided to gamble again. + +Raising his hand, lightning crackled around his palm, his Level 2 Lightning Aura surging to its full power. + +As if drawn by an unseen force, the lightning dragon immediately shifted, its entire body veering toward Max’s hand. + +Chil-la! + +The moment it touched his palm, Max felt an odd tickling sensation, as Veylin’s Level 3 Lightning intertwined with his own—merging, fluctuating, resisting. + +It was working. + +He could feel the energy entering his body. + +But before he could fully absorb it— + +BOOM! + +Veylin’s figure blurred again, appearing at another angle. + +Then another. + +And another. + +From all directions, more lightning dragons surged toward Max. + +In mere moments, six of them latched onto his extended lightning-charged hand, coiling around his arm like snakes constricting their prey. + +Veylin’s laughter echoed, his voice dripping with mockery. + +"Fool!" He sneered. "My Lightning Aura is at Level 3 while yours is only at Level 2. Of course, my lightning would dominate yours!" + +’Fool?’ Max barely paid attention to Veylin’s taunt, his focus locked onto the lightning coursing into his body. + +He could feel it—the Level 3 Lightning Aura trying to invade his system, but the process was too slow, almost like trying to drink a river through a straw. + +Not enough. + +His mind raced. How could he speed it up? + +Then— + +A thought struck him. + +His eyes gleamed, and without hesitation, he summoned his black flames, wrapping them around all six lightning dragons that had latched onto his arm. + +The flames twisted and coiled, engulfing the crackling serpents in a dark, eerie glow. The contrast between black fire and blue lightning sent an ominous aura rippling through the battlefield. + +Veylin’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. "What—" + +Max’s lips curled slightly as he gave a simple command. + +"Devour." + +The moment the word left his mind— + +WHOOSH! + +The black flames surged violently, swallowing the six lightning dragons whole. + +In the blink of an eye, they were gone. + +Vanished. + +As if the black flames had simply erased them from existence. + +The battlefield fell into a heavy silence. + +Max slowly lowered his hand, feeling the pure, refined lightning energy now circulating within him. + +His body buzzed, his Lightning Aura pulsing, his power growing. + +Veylin’s expression darkened, his brows creasing as he took a step back. "...Impossible." He muttered in shock. He felt ever so slightly that Max’s Lightning Aura increased after the black flames dispersed his lightning lightning. + +Though he couldn’t be clearer on what happened to his lightning he was sure that Max’s Lightning Aura increased even if it was a little bit. + +"What did you just do?" He asked sharply. His voice was low and edged with suspicion, his grip on his spear tightening. + +Max met his gaze calmly, then shrugged, his expression unreadable. + +"Since your lightning didn’t have any effect on me, I figured I’d use it to improve my mastery over my own Lightning Aura." + +He smirked, tilting his head slightly. + +"By feeling the flow of your Level 3 Lightning Aura, I managed to push my own Lightning Aura further. Even if it was just a small gain, it was worth it." + +A lie. He told Veylin a lie. + +In reality, Max had discovered something far more shocking—a truth that could change everything. + +His black flames could devour energy-based attacks and, in doing so, increase his mastery over that element. + +A technique like this… + +It was dangerous. Unheard of. + +And if he could devour attacks to increase his elemental mastery, what about something more? + +A chilling thought surfaced in his mind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-176.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-176.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90cb69d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-176.md @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 176: An Eerie Voice" +slug: "ch-176" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 176 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1008 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +What if he could devour the remains of warriors—those who had once wielded powerful auras—and absorb their elemental mastery entirely? + +Could he inherit their affinity, their comprehension, their very essence? + +The thought alone was enough to send a shudder through him. + +But—could he bring himself to do it? + +To devour human corpses just for power? + +His black flames did not discriminate. + +They would consume everything—body, energy, soul. + +Would he allow himself to cross that line? + +For now, it was only a possibility. A thought lingering in the depths of his mind. + +Only time would tell. + +The Clash of Titans Begins + +Veylin’s frown deepened, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Your Lightning Aura increased… just like that?!" + +He found it hard to believe—Lightning Aura was notoriously difficult to enhance, requiring years of refinement, battles, and deep comprehension. He knew that very well. + +And yet, Max had improved his in mere moments? + +Something wasn’t right. + +But Max simply shrugged, his expression unreadable. + +"Let’s not waste time with superficial talk," he said, flashing a grin filled with excitement. + +His eyes glowed as he took a step forward, the weight of his aura pressing against the battlefield. + +"Everyone here came to see a battle at the pinnacle level. Let’s give them what they want." + +Veylin narrowed his eyes before letting out a small, cold chuckle. + +"As you wish." + +With a snap of his fingers, the lightning crawling across the stage surged backward, returning to his body in a violent, crackling tide. + +ZZZZZRRRTT! + +The raw electricity coiled around him, its blue and white arcs concentrating at different points, pulsing with intensity. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +The lightning hardened, forming into a radiant armor of pure electric energy. + +The armor wrapped around his form, covering his chest, shoulders, arms, and legs, glowing like molten thunder, each flicker of light radiating immense destructive force. + +His eyes sparked with pure electricity, his spear humming with untamed power as he aimed it directly at Max. + +"Let’s see if you can handle this." + +In the blink of an eye— + +BOOM! + +Veylin’s figure flashed with blue lightning, vanishing in an instant. + +Before anyone could process his movement, he had already reappeared past Max, standing several meters away. + +But something was wrong. + +His expression—once filled with confidence and arrogance—was now twisted into shock and disbelief. + +His hands trembled ever so slightly, his spear still buzzing with residual lightning energy, but his grip had visibly tightened. + +For the first time in his battle with Max, a single, terrifying thought crept into his mind— + +’I… I might lose.’ + +His breath hitched, his fingers gripping his weapon so tightly that lightning cracked at his fingertips. + +"How…?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "How is that even possible?" + +— + +A moment ago— + +When Veylin had flashed past Max, his intention had been clear— + +He hadn’t meant to pass him. + +His true goal? + +To drive his spear straight through Max’s heart. + +With his speed, precision, and the sheer force behind his thrust, it should have been a direct kill. + +But— + +When his spear struck Max’s chest, something impossible happened. + +His weapon bounced off. + +As if it had hit an unbreakable wall. + +At first, he thought Max had used some unknown defensive technique, some kind of external armor. + +But then he realized— + +It wasn’t armor. + +It was Max’s skin. + +The sheer durability of his body had deflected his strongest attack as if it were nothing. + +And because of the immense momentum behind his movement, he had no control over his trajectory—he was forced past Max, unable to stop himself, appearing several meters ahead against his will. + +This was meant to be one of his strongest attacks. + +Even if Max had blocked it, he would have just laughed it away but the fact that his spear hit Max in the place where his heart should be but failed to pierce through his skin and instead bounced back shocked him to the core. + +— + +Back in the present— + +Veylin’s fingers twitched, his mind still struggling to comprehend what had just happened. + +"That’s not… that’s not normal." He muttered, his voice hoarse. "What… are you?" + +His heart pounded in his chest, for the first time in years feeling something foreign— + +Genuine fear. + +It wasn’t death that Veylin feared. + +Dying was impossible in the Battle Realm. + +No—what truly terrified him was the possibility of losing. + +At this moment, the arrogance of a genius—the pride of being among the strongest—shattered like fragile glass. + +The composure he had always carried as a prodigy—gone. + +It was replaced by a feeling he had never experienced before. + +A feeling that dug deep into his bones. + +Despair. + +For the first time in his life, his confidence was crumbling before his very eyes. + +— + +Ever since he was a child, he had been a prodigy. + +A genius among geniuses. + +Even his father, the Young Monarch, had acknowledged his talent, something very few could claim. His rise in power had always been unquestioned, unstoppable. + +He had never doubted himself. + +Never.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +But now—now he was hesitating. + +His own spear had failed him. + +His most lethal strike had done nothing. + +The very idea that he, Veylin, one of the most feared geniuses of his generation, could lose was tearing a storm through his heart. + +— + +’Lose?’ + +Suddenly a whisper slithered into his mind. + +A voice, eerie yet oddly familiar. + +He had heard it many times but for some reasons he couldn’t pinpoint why did those words sounded so familiar. + +’You are going to lose? To a brat many years younger than you? A brat whose rank is only at the 7th level of Apprentice Rank?’ + +The words dripped with venom, but they resonated deep within him. + +’You, Veylin, are going to lose to someone like that?’ + +His fingers clenched tightly around his spear, his knuckles turning white. + +His heart pounded, his breathing shallow. + +And for the first time in his life… + +Doubt crept into his soul. + +’You are pathetic.’ + +The eerie voice echoed within his mind, dripping with venom. It neither sympathized with him nor encouraged him but outright mocked his cowardice. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-177.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-177.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a6fef3f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-177.md @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 177: Last Chance" +slug: "ch-177" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 177 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1076 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +’To lose to someone as weak as Max? You aren’t even qualified to be called trash.’ + +A cold chill ran down Veylin’s spine. + +His breath hitched, and for the first time in his life, he felt something far worse than fear—uncertainty. + +His fingers clenched tighter around his spear, his mind racing. + +’Who?! Who are you?!’ + +He demanded an answer, but as the words left his thoughts, he felt an unexplainable coldness creep into his soul—a suffocating weight pressing down on his very existence. + +And then, it hit him. + +The voice was familiar. + +Too familiar. + +Because it was his own. + +Just… distorted.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +Twisted. + +Dark and eerie, as if spoken by a version of himself that had crawled out from the depths of something sinister. + +— + +’Who am I?’ + +The voice sneered, sending an unsettling chill through Veylin’s thoughts. + +’I am you. Just… slightly better than you in every way.’ + +A dark chuckle followed. + +’And slightly more ruthless, if I may.’ + +— + +Veylin’s brows furrowed, his grip on his spear unsteady. + +’What do you want? How did you get inside my mind?’ + +His tone was sharp, laced with suspicion. + +He did not like sharing his mind with anyone. + +Let alone with something like this. + +— + +’What do I want?’ + +The voice laughed softly, the sound a mixture of mockery and malice. + +’I want despair.’ + +The next words sent an inexplicable shiver down Veylin’s spine. + +’Despair so deep that will make you suffocate… Despair that will drag you into the sea of darkness… so that I can be born.’ + +— + +Veylin’s heart pounded. + +This wasn’t normal. + +This wasn’t his voice. + +It was him, but at the same time, it wasn’t. + +— + +’And as for how I got inside?’ + +The voice chuckled once more, low and sinister. + +’Hehe… well, you’ll find out soon enough.’ + +"What? Are you scared or what?" Max’s voice snapped Veylin back to reality. + +His mind had wandered—drowned in hatred, regret, and frustration—but those words yanked him back like a chain around his throat. + +His eyes locked onto Max’s face. That damn confident smile. + +It burned him. + +Veylin’s grip tightened into a fist. Hatred. Deep-seated and festering. Every fiber of his being wanted to erase Max from existence. + +But— + +He forced himself to take a slow breath, pushing aside his raging emotions. + +This moment—this fight—was his only chance against Max. + +If he let his anger distract him… if he allowed his hatred to cloud his judgment… + +Then this battle was as good as lost. + +And Veylin never intended to lose. + +His fingers relaxed. His heart steadied. + +’This technique… the one my father bestowed upon me… it will bring me victory.’ + +Veylin’s confidence did not waver. His belief in his father’s technique was absolute. + +With his mind now fully calm and focused, he turned his gaze toward Max, studying him for a moment before speaking. + +"You are strong. Truly strong." + +His voice carried no mockery—only acknowledgment. + +"At first, I doubted Amelia’s decision to surrender. I couldn’t believe someone like her would admit defeat so easily. But now, standing before you, I understand." + +His eyes sharpened, his posture straightening with unwavering resolve. + +"However, I am not like her." + +His tone grew firmer, laced with the weight of his unshakable will. + +"I have never been defeated. Not once. I have never tasted the bitterness of loss, and I intend to keep it that way." + +The air around him seemed to thicken, his presence growing heavier. + +"Simply put, I don’t like losing." + +His lips curled into a smirk, his crimson eyes burning with intent. + +"And I never will." + +With those words, Veylin’s arms began to transform. The once-solid lightning gauntlets that adorned his hands shifted, their structure warping and reshaping. His fingers elongated, sharpening into razor-like claws, crackling with barely-contained lightning. + +Then, without hesitation, he plunged both claws into the ground, his eyes glowing with an eerie brilliance. + +"Lightning Dragon Seal, First Seal—Unlocked!" + +His voice was low, steady, almost a whisper—but the moment those words left his lips, the air itself crackled with ominous energy. + +Every bolt of lightning that once coursed through his body began to crawl downward, snaking its way toward his arms. Sparks danced violently across his skin before plunging into the earth, vanishing into the depths of the battlefield. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +He could feel it—something beneath them had changed. + +Then— + +The ground trembled. + +It started as a small vibration beneath his feet, but within moments, it became a full-blown quake, shaking the entire stage. + +Max took a slight step back, his eyes scanning his surroundings, trying to predict Veylin’s next move. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +The ground between them collapsed, large chunks of stone and debris falling inward as something massive rose from the depths below. + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief as a colossal dragon-like being emerged from the earth. + +A Lightning Dragon. + +Its massive body, composed entirely of the soil and rock beneath the battlefield, towered over them. Cracks of lightning ran along its form, tracing its entire body like veins of pure energy. + +The moment it fully emerged— + +"ROOOAAARRRR!!!" + +A deafening roar shook the battlefield, sending out a violent shockwave. The sheer pressure of its presence distorted the air, the force behind its cry alone enough to rattle even the strongest warriors. + +Then, as if sensing Veylin’s hatred, the dragon’s eyes glowed red. + +It didn’t hesitate. + +It locked onto Max. + +With a violent lunge, the Lightning Dragon charged toward him, the air around it boiling with energy, its entire form sparking with unrestrained destruction. + +Max didn’t flinch. + +He didn’t step back. + +Instead, he smiled. + +The colossal Lightning Dragon stormed toward him, its massive body radiating raw destruction, but Max stood his ground. + +With his sword blazing, its edge coated in the devastating force of Fusion State 20%, Max channeled everything—Level 2 Lightning Aura surged, crackling violently along his blade. Level 1 Space Aura shimmered, distorting the air around it. 15 Draconic Essences fueled his strike, condensing his raw strength into a single point. + +The battlefield trembled beneath him. + +Max swung his sword forward— + +"Divergent Slash!" + +A wild, untamed arc of energy erupted from his blade, cutting through the air like a celestial strike. + +It wasn’t just light—it was an unrelenting force of chaos, a mixture of lightning’s speed, space’s distortion, and draconic might, all infused into a single devastating attack composed of Sword and Flame Auras merged together. + +The arc of destruction tore toward the incoming Lightning Dragon, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding flash. + +BOOM! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-178.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-178.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5a1e3f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-178.md @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 178: Lost?" +slug: "ch-178" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 178 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1034 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The moment the attack clashed against the earth-forged beast, a shockwave exploded outward, sending debris and crackling energy in all directions. The force of the impact was unimaginable, shaking even the high pillars where the other geniuses stood. + +However aside from a deep scar where his slash landed the lightning dragon was up and charging towards him once again. + +Enjoy new stories from freewebnovel + +It had only slowed down slightly, a few shallow scratches marring its hardened, lightning-infused exterior. + +’It’s very durable.’ + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he adjusted his stance, shifting his weight slightly, his sword held backward but high at a precise 45-degree angle. + +He exhaled slowly, calming his thoughts. + +Instead of releasing the raw, untamed energy into another chaotic attack, he did something different. + +He let the power—Fusion State aura, Lightning Aura, and Space Aura—flow into his body instead of outwards. + +The energy coursed through him, surging wildly like a raging storm, but Max didn’t resist it. + +He redirected it. + +When the energy finally returned to his sword, it carried something new—momentum. + +Not just raw force. Not just destructive might. + +Momentum so strong it could make anything unstable. + +The very air around him trembled, vibrating unnaturally. + +The Lightning Dragon charged forward, but in that moment— + +Max swung his sword down. + +A single, simple, calming strike. + +It wasn’t flashy. + +It wasn’t wild. + +But it carried a weight, a silent force, like the slow descent of a falling star—inevitable, unshakable, absolute. + +"Drag Sword!" + +For a brief moment, everything fell silent. + +The battlefield, once filled with the roars of the Lightning Dragon and the crackling energy of destruction, became eerily still. + +Even the colossal beast itself—mid-charge, surging with unrestrained power—had frozen in place. + +Then— + +Shhhk! + +Without a sound, a single, perfect cut ran through its massive body. + +And in the next instant— + +The Lightning Dragon was sliced clean in half. + +From head to tail, its massive form split apart, both halves falling away in slow motion. The brilliant arcs of lightning that once surged through its body faded, dissipating into thin air. + +What remained of the dragon—the earthen husk that had formed its structure—crumbled as it met the ground, its sheer existence erased in a single stroke. + +Max exhaled slowly, lowering his sword. + +His eyes flickered with thought as he examined the blade in his hand. + +’A technique is truly stronger than anything else.’ + +He recalled how Divergent Slash, despite its power, had only managed to leave a deep scar on the dragon’s body. Yet this new technique—Drag Sword—had split it apart completely, erasing it from existence in an instant. + +It wasn’t just about raw power. It was about precision, control, and intent. + +’A technique condenses everything into a single point, whereas my Divergent Slash is just a mass of energy… it needs more refining.’ + +Max’s thoughts were clear as he shifted his gaze to Veylin, whose face was now ashen, lifeless—like he had lost his very soul. + +With an air of calm dominance, Max spoke. + +"Anything else you have?" + +His voice carried no arrogance, no mockery—just pure certainty. + +But Veylin didn’t respond. + +Because he couldn’t. + +His mind was completely blank, his thoughts shattered like fragments of broken glass. + +The technique his father had given him, the one he had always believed in, the one that was supposed to turn the tides in his favor—had been destroyed. + +His father’s words echoed in his mind: + +"If you ever find yourself in a battle where victory seems impossible, with no hope of winning, use this technique. Perhaps it will change the tides, or maybe… it will allow you to be reborn." + +But neither had happened. + +He didn’t change the tides. + +He wasn’t reborn. + +He simply lost. + +For the first time in his life, Veylin tasted defeat. + +"He lost." + +Bruce let out a sigh, his eyes fixed on Veylin’s defeated expression. + +But while Veylin’s loss was shocking, what truly unsettled him was Max’s unwavering calmness, the effortless confidence he exuded even after crushing a Peak Adept Rank opponent—while still being just Level 7 of the Apprentice Rank. + +That wasn’t just talent. + +It was monstrous. + +"Hehe… Hahaha!" + +Laughter suddenly erupted, breaking the tension. + +Crown Prince Aelric. + +His wild grin stretched ear to ear as he tapped his holowatch, recording Veylin’s blank, soulless expression for the world to see. + +"I never thought I’d get to see such a pathetic side of Veylin. This is a moment worth capturing!" + +Then, as his gaze shifted back to Max, his eyes gleamed with intrigue. + +"Max might just become the leader of the Valora Continent’s geniuses when we enter the Lost Continent."His voice was lighthearted, but there was a weight behind his words. + +"We’ll need someone like him in our ranks this time." + +That sentence alone sent waves of shock through the gathered geniuses. + +Standing atop their respective pillars, the strongest prodigies of the Valora Continent exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from disbelief to deep contemplation. + +Veylin—the son of the most feared man in Valora’s history—had lost. + +And not just lost. + +He was completely overpowered. + +And the one who did it? + +A boy barely above fifteen years old, still in Level 7 of the Apprentice Rank. + +It wasn’t just shocking. + +It was unprecedented. + +Once this news spread, the entire Valora Continent would tremble under the weight of Max’s name. + +His fame would skyrocket, reaching even the most remote corners of the continent. + +Because this wasn’t just any battle. + +This was Max defeating Veylin—the son of the Young Monarch, the most feared and notorious figure in Valora’s history. + +The Monarch was infamous across the world, known for all the wrong reasons. And the Young Monarch? + +He was the one person everyone feared the most. + +To defeat the son of such a man in an open battle— + +That wasn’t something just anyone could do. + +And Max? + +He hadn’t just defeated Veylin. + +Before this, he had already fought against and nearly crushed the strongest geniuses from all five regions of Valora Continent. + +At this point, whether he liked it or not— + +His name would spread. His fame would soar. + +And soon, the entire continent would be watching him. + +"Wait! Look at Veylin… Something is happening to him." Bruce suddenly shouted drawing everyone’s attention to Veylin’s odd transformation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-179.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-179.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..044bd01 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-179.md @@ -0,0 +1,236 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 179: Shall We Begin?" +slug: "ch-179" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 179 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1076 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Veylin’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling in uneven tremors. + +He lost. + +His hands shook, his grip on his spear slipping, the once-familiar weight of it now feeling like a burden too heavy to carry. + +His mind played the scene of lightning dragon cut in two over and over again like an endless cycle stuck in a loop. + +And then— + +"You lost. You lost against a kid? Hahahahaha…" + +The voice coiled around his mind, an eerie, mocking laughter slithering into the cracks of his confidence like poison seeping into his veins. + +"Even the technique given by your father wasn’t enough to defeat him… So what can you do? Pathetic!" + +The words cut deeper than any wound. + +His father’s technique—the legacy he had built his strength upon—had failed. + +It was supposed to be unstoppable. + +It was supposed to be enough. + +But it wasn’t. + +It wasn’t enough. + +His mind played the scene over and over again, an endless, torturous loop that refused to stop. + +The moment the Lightning Dragon—his father’s ultimate technique—was sliced cleanly in half. + +The way its massive body, supposedly indestructible, was effortlessly torn apart by Max’s single calm strike. + +The crackling lightning fading, the two halves crashing lifelessly to the ground. + +Again. + +And again. + +And again. + +No matter how much he tried to block it out, the image replayed in his mind like a shattered record, the impact of that moment seared into his soul. + +He could still feel the shock, the disbelief, the utter helplessness that followed. + +And worst of all— + +The silence that came after. + +The silence of defeat. + +The silence of his own weakness laid bare. + +A hollow numbness spread through his chest, filling the void left behind by his shattered pride. + +His fingers trembled, his muscles weak, as a thought he had never allowed himself to consider slipped into his mind. + +"Am I really… pathetic?" + +Doubt. + +A foreign, unwelcome poison that seeped into his soul, twisting its way through his very being. + +"Am I going to lose?" + +His mind spiraled, dragging him into the depths of uncertainty and fear. + +He had trained for years, endured countless battles, honed his spear until it became an extension of himself. He had never allowed failure to take root in his heart. + +But now? + +Now, his entire existence felt like a cruel joke. + +His grip weakened. + +The spear in his hands—the weapon that had once defined him, his pride, his path—felt alien. + +Too heavy. + +Too meaningless. + +The stage around him blurred. The world faded into the background. + +Nothing remained but the voice. + +The voice that stripped him of everything he believed in. + +"You have nothing left." + +His legs wobbled. His body swayed. + +For the first time in his life, + +Veylin felt truly powerless. + +In that moment, whatever pride, whatever self-confidence Veylin had shattered completely. + +It wasn’t just a defeat. + +It was a complete dismantling of everything he had ever believed in. + +The unwavering pride he carried as the son of the Young Monarch—gone. + +The absolute confidence he had in his strength—erased. + +The unshakable faith he had in his father’s technique—broken beyond repair. + +Nothing remained. + +Nothing except the cold, hollow realization that he had been powerless. + +He had always thought himself undefeatable. That no one in his generation could ever bring him down. + +But Max had done more than defeat him. + +Max had stripped him of everything. + +His hands trembled, his grip on his spear turning weak and lifeless. + +For the first time in his life, + +Veylin felt like nothing. + +"Indeed, you are nothing…" + +The eerie voice slithered back into his mind, its tone dripping with mockery—as if relishing in his despair, twisting the knife deeper into the wound. + +"You had everything…" + +Explore more at freewebnovel + +"But even with everything, you still lost." + +The voice whispered, a cruel, venomous hiss that wrapped around Veylin’s mind like chains, dragging him deeper into an abyss from which there was no escape. + +His breath was ragged, his vision blurred as his own thoughts turned against him. + +"Pathetic." + +The word clawed at his soul, tearing apart whatever pride still lingered in the cracks of his broken will. + +He tried to move, tried to steady himself—but his body refused to obey. + +His fingers twitched around his spear, but there was no strength in his grip. + +The weapon that had always felt like an extension of himself, that had once been an instrument of his invincibility, now felt… useless. + +He was useless. + +"You were born at the top." + +The voice slithered into his thoughts again, its tone mocking yet filled with a cruel truth. + +"You were given everything. Wealth, talent, resources—power beyond what others could ever dream of. You were supposed to be the strongest." + +"And yet, here you stand—broken, humiliated, defeated." + +Veylin’s legs shook. His entire body felt like it was sinking—no, drowning—in a pit of his own failure. + +He could still hear the silence after the battle ended. + +A silence deafening in its finality. + +A silence that whispered one undeniable truth— + +"You were never strong to begin with." + +Something inside him cracked. + +Then— + +A suffocating emptiness swallowed him whole. + +This was beyond defeat. + +This was erasure. + +The death of his pride. The death of his confidence. The death of who he once was. + +There was nothing left. + +Nothing but the darkness pulling him under. + +At that moment, darkness fully consumed his vision. + +It wasn’t just the absence of light—it was absolute emptiness, an abyss so deep that even his thoughts felt like they were being swallowed whole. + +And in that endless, suffocating void— + +There was only despair. + +Bottomless. All-encompassing. + +A despair so vast it felt heavier than reality itself, crushing everything Veylin had once been. His past victories, his pride, his strength—all meaningless, all forgotten. + +His existence was erased, leaving behind nothing but the overwhelming weight of his failure. + +And yet— + +From that despair… something was born. + +Something darker than the void itself. + +Something that should never have existed. + +A presence so vile, so unnatural, that even the darkness recoiled in its wake. + +It stirred within him, a whisper beyond reason, a force beyond understanding. + +It was hatred, but not just hatred. + +It was madness, but not just madness. + +It was an abomination, something that had no place in this world— + +And yet, it clawed its way into existence. + +A voice—deeper, crueler than the one that had mocked him before—spoke from the void. + +"Its’s time..." + +A twisted, horrifying grin stretched within the abyss. + +"Shall we begin?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-18.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-18.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6eca84 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-18.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 18: Joining a Guild?" +slug: "ch-18" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 18 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1108 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Outside the portal, many parents and guardians of the kids who had entered the dungeon waited patiently for their return, joined by academy staff and the military. + +Suddenly, kids began to emerge from the portal one by one, causing the waiting crowd to sigh in relief. + +"They're here. They've done it." + +"We'll have another batch of fresh hunters in our Crestford City." + +"This is good, but the top guilds in Crestford City will likely snatch up the best ones." + +"There are many geniuses this time, so I think we'll be fine." + +People began congratulating each other as the kids came out of the dungeon one after another. Some aimed to recruit them into their guilds, while others sought to establish connections. + +However, there were also those who didn't see their children's faces emerging from the portal. Dungeons worldwide had high mortality rates, and even though a no-rank dungeon typically had a lower risk, safety was never guaranteed. Deaths and injuries were an unavoidable reality of dungeon exploration. + +"Everyone," Shaun, the dean of Horizon Academy, addressed the kids upon stepping before them. "You did well. Even though a no-rank dungeon isn't particularly difficult, this was your first dungeon dive, and you cleared it successfully." + +He paused before continuing. "But, as you all know, some of your friends and classmates didn't make it. They died. While it's harsh to say, the mortality rates in ranked dungeons are far higher than in no-rank dungeons. So, choose your guilds wisely; they will become your new homes from now on." + +The kids nodded solemnly. Soon after, members of various guilds surrounded them. + +"Max Morgan, join our Crescent Fire guild. It's the best fit for geniuses like you." + +"No, join our Wave Wizards guild. It's the top guild in the city." + +"Westeria Guild excels in combat. Join us, and we'll offer you many benefits." + +"We'll give you 100 mana crystals every month if you join our Hundred Wild guild." + +"Only 100? Our Warlock guild will offer you 300 mana crystals monthly if you join us." + +The top guilds of Crestford City surrounded the group of geniuses, all vying for Max's attention. + +Max smiled wryly, glancing around as the crowd swarmed him. He wasn't the only one getting this treatment—every kid coming out of the portal was met with similar enthusiasm—but the crowd was thickest around him. + +"Can I say something?" Max asked. + +"Of course you can." A small spherical device, about the size of a fist, floated in front of him. A voice emerged from it. "This is a two-way microphone. Say whatever you'd like." + +Max smiled and spoke. "Actually, I didn't do that well in the dungeon. William was the one who supported everyone and killed the boss monster. Without him, it would've been a far more difficult challenge." + +Everyone froze at Max's words. Even William was stunned, silently cursing Max for suddenly spouting such nonsense. He shot Max a questioning look. + +Max smiled and winked at Zixi, who stood beside William. + +Zixi sighed, understanding Max's intention. She grabbed a similar microphone and added, "It's true. William is the MVP of this dungeon. Without him, we wouldn't have cleared it so quickly or effectively." + +The crowd buzzed with surprise at her statement. If Max's words seemed unbelievable to most, Zixi's carried weight. As the daughter of General Zane Foster, her opinion held significant credibility. + +"Zixi, what are you talking about?" William whispered anxiously. + +"Just go with the flow. Max is giving you his chance—don't waste it," Zixi replied softly, though her words weighed heavily on William. + +'Damn you, Max!' William cursed silently, gritting his teeth. He understood Zixi's implication: Max was relinquishing his opportunity for him. While he felt it was unfair, he couldn't deny the gesture. + +"What are you hesitating for?" Zixi whispered again. "This is your chance. Max will likely join a guild in the Core Region anyway, so don't let his sacrifice go to waste."𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +Realization dawned on William, and his hesitation melted away. 'I owe him big time.' He turned his attention to the crowd, a faint smile on his face. + +"Don't listen to Max and Zixi. I just did what seemed best at the moment," William said vaguely, neither confirming nor denying their claims. + +"William, are you willing to join our Westeria Guild?" + +"No, join our Crescent Fire guild. It's best for you." + +"..." + +*** + +The guild members, who had previously swarmed Max, now turned their attention to William, leaving Max alone. Max sighed in relief, knowing he had achieved his goal. He already had a guild in mind, one that hadn't sent representatives to this recruitment event. + +"Are you sure about this?" Zixi asked, appearing beside him. + +"I am," Max replied, glancing at the bustling crowd. "I'll leave the Inner Circle sooner or later. It's better to give this chance to someone who'll use it better than me." + +Zixi nodded before asking, "And what guild are you planning to join?" + +Max smiled. "That's where you come in." + +"Me? What does this have to do with me?" Zixi frowned, then her eyes narrowed as realization struck. "You want my father to recommend you to a Core Region guild with branches in the Inner Circle?" + +"Smart as always," Max said, nodding. + +"But you're too weak for that right now," Zixi retorted, her frown deepening. "Only those at the peak of Novice Rank—level 10—are eligible for recommendations, and even then, they have to be the best in the city." + +"You don't need to worry about that," Max said confidently. "Just ask your father when and where the evaluation for recommendations will take place." + +Zixi stared at Max with narrowed eyes before sighing. "Your confidence always baffles me. Which guild are you aiming for, anyway?" + +"Phoenix Order Guild," Max replied wryly. + +Zixi's eyes widened in shock. "Phoenix Order? Have you lost your mind? That's one of the strongest guilds in the Eastern Region. Their recruitment tests are notoriously difficult and brutal!" + +"I know. That's why I need your help," Max admitted, sighing. "I need a recommendation just to participate in their recruitment test, and only your father, as the General of Crestford City, can provide that." + +Zixi's expression turned serious. "I can't promise anything, but I'll talk to my father and see what he says. I'll contact you within a week if there's any news." + +"Alright and thanks. I'll leave now." Max nodded, turning to leave. "Don't forget to message me," he added before disappearing into the crowd. + +Zixi watched him go, sighing deeply. She couldn't tell if Max was overconfident or reckless. 'It seems he already has his future planned... to find his sister.' She sighed lightly, lost in thought. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-180.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-180.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..33f8f3d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-180.md @@ -0,0 +1,236 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 180: Null, A Vesper" +slug: "ch-180" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 180 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1221 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Wait! Look at Veylin… Something is happening to him!" + +Bruce’s sudden shout shattered the tense silence, his voice sharp with alarm. + +Every genius snapped their attention toward Veylin—and what they saw made their blood run cold. + +Crown Prince Aelric, Amelia, Revenna, Jack, Arthur—all of them stared in horror, their battle-hardened instincts screaming at them to stay away. + +Max was no exception. His entire attention on Veylin as he suddenly felt a very creepy aura from him. + +Veylin’s body twitched violently, his hands clenched into unnatural angles, as if his very being was rejecting something inside him. + +His breath turned shallow, his skin paled, but what sent a chill down everyone’s spine was his eyes— + +They were empty. Hollow. As if his soul had already been consumed. + +And yet, from that void within him, an aura more twisted than anything before began to rise. + +Max’s expression darkened. + +A strange, eerie aura was pouring out of Veylin’s trembling form, wrapping around him like an unseen force of corruption. + +It wasn’t rage. + +It wasn’t hatred. + +It was something deeper. Something darker. + +Then— + +Suddnely Veylin’s transformation accelerated, and what followed froze everyone in pure terror. + +His skin darkened, shifting into an abyssal black, consuming every inch of his body. His features—his face, his eyes, his mouth, his nose—all vanished, swallowed by the creeping darkness. + +And in their place— + +A mask of pure blackness formed, smooth and featureless, an eerie void where his face had once been. + +"AHHHHH!" + +A bloodcurdling scream erupted from Veylin’s throat, raw and inhuman, as if something far worse than pain was consuming him from the inside. + +Yet— + +The transformation wasn’t finished. + +The air around him twisted, reality itself warping as something unnatural took form. + +At the very center of his black mask, a single glowing white ring appeared, pulsing with an eerie radiance. It wasn’t an eye. It wasn’t light. + +It was something far more sinister. + +Then, just as suddenly as the screams had begun— + +They stopped. + +A suffocating silence descended upon the battlefield. + +And then— + +"I have finally been born into this world…" + +A voice—low, twisted, filled with a sinister amusement—rumbled through the air. + +It came from Veylin, but at the same time, it was not him. + +His posture shifted, his presence no longer human. The energy radiating from him was wrong, and unnatural. + +A cold, chilling chuckle followed, reverberating like a whisper from the abyss. + +Every genius watching knew one thing— + +This was no longer Veylin, at least, not on the surface. + +"That—That is a Null Monster! A Vesper!" + +Crown Prince Aelric’s voice cracked with terror, his usually composed expression twisted in shock. + +A Vesper. + +The mere mention of that name sent a chill through the Battle Realm. + +Most of the geniuses blinked in confusion, tilting their heads, unaware of what Aelric was talking about. + +But those who did understand— + +Amelia. Revenna. Arthur, Bruce. + +Their faces darkened instantly, their expressions grim. + +"But how?" Arthur muttered, his voice laced with unease. "How did Veylin become a Null? A Vesper?" + +He felt a cold sweat forming at the back of his neck. + +"Though I hated this guy—because, well, everyone hates him—how does a human even turn into a Null? That doesn’t make sense!" + +Aelric shook his head, his face pale. + +"I have no clue ei—" + +He suddenly stopped, his breath catching in his throat. + +His eyes widened as he pointed toward Veylin—or rather, the thing he had become. + +"He’s moving. He’s taking action—I think." Find your next read at freewebnovel + +Every genius present snapped their eyes toward Veylin. + +The blackened form, the featureless mask, the single glowing white ring pulsing ominously in the center of where his face should have been— + +And then—it moved. + +And vanished. + +Max’s entire focus had been locked onto Veylin—or whatever he had become. He had been watching, ready to react, but— + +He never saw it happen. + +One moment, Veylin was there. + +The next— + +A cold, clawed hand had wrapped around his throat. + +Max’s pink eyes widened as he suddenly realized— + +He was in the creature’s grasp. + +A single clawed, pitch-black hand—as if carved from the void itself—held his neck in an iron grip. + +The black mask with its single glowing white ring stared at him from up close. + +It was featureless. Inhuman. Wrong. + +And then— + +A sound. + +"Fascinating." + +A whisper. A chuckle. A voice that didn’t belong to this world. + +A chill ran down Max’s spine as his gaze locked onto the glowing white ring embedded in that featureless black mask. + +The way it stared at him—not with eyes, not with emotion, but with something far more unsettling—sent a deep, primal instinct of danger through his very soul. + +’Damn… what is he?’ + +The terrifying aura radiating from the creature made it abundantly clear—this was not Veylin anymore. + +Max’s instincts screamed at him to act. + +Without hesitation, his right hand ignited, surging with black flames that roared to life like a feral beast. + +With a tight grip, he clamped his flaming hand over the blackened claw gripping his throat. + +Ssssshhh! + +The flames sizzled violently against the unnatural flesh, burning deep, causing the Vesper to recoil slightly. + +Its grip loosened—just for a moment. + +And that was all Max needed. + +With explosive speed, he broke free from the grasp, and in the very same instant— + +He vanished. + +Pushing all three of his agility skills to their absolute limit, he blurred backward, retreating as far as possible from the abomination before him. + +When he finally stopped, standing several meters away, he steadied his breath, his gaze locked onto the creature. + +For the first time in a long time, Max felt something strange. + +Not excitement. Not challenge. + +Something close to… unease. + +"Why are you running so fast?" + +The blackened face creature spoke, its voice laced with a sinister amusement, the tone both mocking and unnervingly calm. + +As it spoke, its other hand traced over the burns left by Max’s black flames—a slow, almost lazy caress. + +Then— + +The injury vanished. + +Completely erased. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +’Regeneration? No… It’s something else.’ + +His body remained taut, senses on full alert, every fiber of his being prepared for whatever this thing was about to do next. + +"Who are you? What happened to Veylin?" Max demanded, his pink eyes sharp, his energy coiling within him, ready to strike at any moment. + +The creature chuckled. + +"Who am I? Doesn’t matter." + +It tilted its head, the glowing white ring on its face pulsing ever so slightly. + +"Just know that you… you are going down." + +The space around it twisted, an eerie, almost imperceptible disturbance warping the air. + +"Even if I can’t kill you in this strange realm we are in…" + +The creature’s voice lowered, its tone turning from mockery to pure menace. + +"I will make sure you taste the same feeling as my dear friend is going through right now." + +With those words—the creature vanished. + +This time, Max was ready. + +His Three Dimensional Body skill caught a trace of its movement, an unnatural distortion in space that left behind a faint ripple. + +His instincts kicked in. + +Without hesitation, his sword surged with power— 20% Fusion State Aura, roaring like an unstoppable force. Level 2 Lightning Aura, crackling wildly across the blade. Level 1 Space Aura, distorting reality itself around his attack and also pure raw strength from all his 15 Draconic Essences concentrated on his sword. + +"Drag Sword!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-181.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-181.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f48b36e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-181.md @@ -0,0 +1,284 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 181: Unbelievable Strength" +slug: "ch-181" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 181 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1260 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +With absolute precision, Max swung his sword just as the creature reappeared before him— + +But— + +BANG! + +A blackened fist collided directly with his sword, stopping it dead in its tracks. + +Max’s eyes widened. + +The force behind the strike was inhuman—like he had just slammed his blade against an indestructible wall. + +A violent shockwave exploded from the impact, sending a sharp jolt of pain tearing through Max’s wrists and arms, his bones screaming from the sheer force. + +’What—?’ + +Before he could recover, an overwhelming gust of wind blasted against him— + +Then— + +BOOM! + +Max was launched backward like a missile fired from a cannon. + +His body skidded violently across the stage, tearing through the shattered tiles, each impact rattling his bones, the friction scorching through his defenses. + +His vision blurred from the sudden force— + +Yet, even as he tumbled across the battlefield, Max’s mind remained razor-sharp. Continue reading at freewebnovel + +’What the hell was that power?!’ + +For the first time in this battle realm— + +Max had been completely overpowered. + +’This is so painful!’ + +He clenched his fists, his fingers tightening around his sword hilt as he tried to suppress the numbing pain coursing through his arms. + +That attack— + +It was dangerous. + +Even with the protection of his 300 Dragon Scales, he had still felt the shock reverberating through his bones. The sheer impact had nearly made him lose his grip on his weapon. + +And he was sure of one thing— + +If it had been anyone else, their arms would have been completely shattered. + +At the very least, they would have been left crippled, unable to fight. + +That was how powerful the creature’s attack had been. + +Yet, something didn’t add up. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he studied the black-masked being before him. + +The aura it was releasing was only at Level 10 Adept Rank. + +But then—why did it feel so much stronger? + +Why did it feel like he was facing something beyond that level? + +’This isn’t normal.’ + +His instincts screamed at him—this wasn’t just raw strength. + +He noticed another thing. + +Another chilling aura seeped from the creature, separate from its Adept Rank energy. + +And it was leaking out. + +’This energy... it’s like mana but not at the same time.’ + +He couldn’t understand what was wrong with the energy the creature was overflowing with aside from the fact that it was kind of chilling and gave off a very eerie aura. + +Max gritted his teeth noticing all that. + +’I need to be careful. This thing… it’s not fighting like an Adept Rank at all.’ + +"You survived that? Interesting." + +The creature’s voice echoed unnaturally across the battlefield—cold, emotionless, yet filled with something unnerving. + +It had no mouth. + +No lips to shape words. + +And yet, the voice existed. + +"I never thought humans were this durable." + +Max remained silent. + +His Three Dimensional Body was pushed to its absolute limit, his senses stretching in every direction, catching even the smallest disturbances in space. + +Every breath the creature took. + +Every shift in its eerie, pulsating aura. + +Every unnatural flicker of movement—Max caught it all. + +But he didn’t react. + +Instead, he simply watched. Waited. Calculated. + +With all his agility skills active. + +The creature studied him back, its glowing white ring staring into him—deeply, as if looking beyond his body, beyond his power… beyond his very soul. + +Then— + +"Or maybe…" + +The creature’s voice dropped slightly, its tone unreadable. + +"You are an exception." + +A slow, creeping tension filled the stage. + +As if something far worse was about to happen. + +Max’s eyes focused entirely on him but then he vanished. + +His pupils contracted sharply—a sudden rush of danger screaming in his mind. + +The creature had vanished. + +Not just moved fast—it had completely disappeared from his perception. + +Even before his Three Dimensional Body could track it, a devastating punch landed squarely in his gut. + +"Fuhh—!" + +A mouthful of blood erupted from Max’s lips, his body hurled through the stage like a meteor, smashing through the air with terrifying speed. + +The pain was unreal. + +It wasn’t just raw power—it felt like something had pierced deep inside him, shaking even his Dragon Scales’ defense. + +But even through the agony, his mind was spinning, struggling to process what just happened. + +’How is he this strong?!’ + +Before he could even stabilize himself— + +"Hehe, you are indeed an exception!" + +The creature’s sinister laugh echoed from above. + +Max barely had time to lift his gaze before he saw it— + +The creature was already midair. + +It hovered right above him, its claw-like fists clenched, preparing to strike while Max was still airborne and vulnerable. + +He hadn’t even stabilized from the previous attack. + +His body was still gliding uncontrollably through the air, the force of the creature’s punch sending him hurtling like a ragdoll caught in a hurricane. + +His bones ached. His muscles screamed. His vision blurred. + +But there was no time to recover. + +No time to breathe. + +Because—𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +The creature wasn’t done. + +"How about some more?" + +The creature grinned, its black fist surging downward—aiming straight for Max’s heart. + +Max’s eyes widened. + +’Damn it!’ + +No time to dodge. No time to move + +Instinct took over. + +His Abyssal Coating skill activated in an instant—black energy surged from within, wrapping his arms in a dark, abyssal coating, reinforcing his defense. + +Almost immediately, he crossed his arms over his chest, bracing for impact. + +Then it came. + +Boom! + +The creature’s punch connected. + +A thunderous shockwave exploded outward, crushing the air itself, sending violent tremors through the entire stge. + +Max’s body plummeted straight down. + +CRASH! + +He slammed into the ground with earth-shattering force, the sheer impact creating a massive crater, dust and debris erupting in all directions. + +The Battle Realm fell into a stunned silence. + +"I am very curious how you handled that." + +The creature’s voice carried amusement as it slowly walked toward the crater. + +But as it approached— + +It saw no trace of Max. + +Instead— + +At the very center of the shattered ground, resting quietly like an omen of destruction, lay a black flaming lotus. + +Its fifteen petals flickered ominously, pulsing with an eerie rhythm, the flames whispering secrets of annihilation. + +The creature’s glowing white ring narrowed slightly as it gazed at the lotus. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +The lotus detonated. + +A cataclysmic eruption of black flames surged outward, consuming everything in an instant. + +The very air twisted, the ground trembled, and an unnatural heatwave spread across the stage as the dark inferno swallowed the creature whole. + +Silence settled the Battle Realm for a moment. + +When— + +An eerie laughter slithered through the stage. + +"Hehe… You are good. Very good." + +The voice was twisted, amused, echoing from within the black flames still raging on the stage. + +"No wonder he lost against you." + +Max’s frown deepened, his pink eyes narrowing. + +He stood at the far end of the stage, watching the blazing inferno that was supposed to have devoured the creature. + +But even as the black flames roared, the presence inside them remained untouched or so it seemed from his voice. + +’He’s still fine after that?’ + +Max had expected the creature to survive, but with heavy injuries. + +His World Destruction Flame Lotus was mastered to Master Rank1, strong enough to tear through even the toughest defenses. + +And it wasn’t just any fire— + +It was his own. + +His black flames. + +Even if the creature had some form of resistance, it should have suffered. + +Yet— + +From the way its voice carried amusement rather than pain, it was clear— + +It wasn’t injured at all. + +Max’s fingers curled tightly around his sword hilt. + +’Just what the hell is this thing?’ + +Techniques - Beginner, Proficient, Master, Expert, and Perfection - based on their masterly level \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-182.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-182.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b384162 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-182.md @@ -0,0 +1,244 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 182: Devouring Soul" +slug: "ch-182" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 182 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As the black flames finally died down, the creature’s figure was revealed. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, sharp as a blade, as he immediately understood why the creature was still unscathed, even after being caught in the explosion at point-blank range. + +Extending from the creature’s right arm was a massive black shield, curving outward in a wide arc—formed entirely from its own body. + +A defensive construct. + +The shield had borne the full brunt of the World Destruction Flame Lotus, absorbing the heat, the destruction, the consuming force of Max’s black flames. + +Yet— + +It wasn’t unscathed. + +Melting marks littered the shield’s surface, dark streaks and dripping, molten residue showing clear signs of struggle. It was evident—the black flames had nearly torn through it. + +Max’s mind raced. + +’So that’s how it survived…’ + +The shield had been just sturdy enough to withstand the attack, but only barely. + +If his black flaming lotus had been any stronger, it would have burned through the shield entirely—and possibly penetrated the creature itself. Explore stories on freewebnovel + +A small smirk tugged at the corner of Max’s lips. + +’So even it has a limit.’ + +He mused. + +"Smiling, are you? I wouldn’t if I were in your shoes." + +The creature’s mocking voice slithered into Max’s ears, dripping with eerie amusement. + +Before he could even react— + +It was already too late. + +Once again, a blackened claw wrapped around his throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. + +’Damn! Its speed increased again?!’ + +Max’s mind raced, his instincts screaming at him. + +With no hesitation, he ignited every ounce of black flames within his body. + +FWOOOSH! + +His entire figure became engulfed in roaring black fire, the sheer intensity blazing even hotter than before. + +The creature’s hand sizzled, the black flames licking away at its flesh, trying to consume it whole. + +But— + +It smiled. + +A sinister, horrifying grin. + +"These black flames are strong…" the creature mused, watching as the fire ate away at its arm—but at the same time, the burned flesh was restoring itself almost instantly. + +"But you are too weak for them to truly hurt me." + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. + +It wasn’t just resisting the flames—it was healing at the same time. + +The effects of his deadliest flames were being nullified almost instantly. + +Then— + +The creature’s grin widened. + +"Now… for the best part." + +Its glowing white ring—the one at the center of its blackened, featureless face— + +Suddenly turned red. + +The moment it did— + +Max felt something inside him twist. + +A cold, unnatural force wrapped around him, sinking deep into his bones, his soul—his very being. + +And then— + +He felt something being taken. + +Something being sucked out of him. + +Something deeply important. + +Something he couldn’t afford to lose. + +For the first time—pure instinctual fear gripped him. + +[Soul decreased by 0.1] + +[Soul decreased by 0.1] + +[Soul decreased by 0.1] + +[Soul decreased by 0.1] + +[Soul decreased by 0.1] + +A barrage of notifications flooded Max’s vision, flashing in rapid succession, each one carrying a single, terrifying truth. + +’Damn! This guy is devouring my soul!’ + +Panic surged through Max’s mind. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw the constant decline of his soul stat, draining away at an alarming rate. + +This wasn’t just physical damage. + +This wasn’t something he could just heal from. + +This was worse. + +If his soul was consumed entirely—he wouldn’t just die. + +He would cease to exist. + +His very being would be erased. + +’Calm down… Calm down…’ + +He forced himself to breathe, to suppress the fear creeping through his mind. + +Panic wouldn’t help him. + +He needed a countermeasure. + +His flames had failed—burning, even searing the creature, but it healed too quickly for them to be truly effective. + +’If flames don’t work… then what about lightning?’ + +Max’s mind raced, and without wasting another second, he activated his Ten Hands of Lightning God technique— + +Or at least—he tried to. + +But the moment he gathered his strength— + +A wave of pure weakness washed over him. + +His limbs felt numb. + +His vision flickered. + +His body screamed at him to shut down. + +’No, no, no, no—not again! Not that passing out thing again!’ + +He bit down hard on his tongue, the sharp pain searing through his mind, the taste of blood filling his mouth. + +The agony was just enough to keep him conscious. + +For now. + +But his soul was still being drained. + +And he knew— + +He didn’t have much time left. + +But with the wave of weakness continuously striking him, he could only wait for weakness to die a little before he could act. + +’Damn this!’ + +He cursed. + +— + +As Max struggled in the creature’s grasp, his body growing weaker with every passing second, the other geniuses could no longer remain silent. + +Some watched in fear, some glared with gloating expressions, while others—those who had truly acknowledged Max’s strength—frowned deeply, sensing the true danger of the situation. + +"Hey, Blob! Can’t this match be canceled?" + +Bruce’s shout rang across the battlefield, his voice filled with urgency. + +"Max already won against Veylin, and that thing—whatever it is—isn’t Veylin anymore! Just stop the battle!" + +His eyes locked onto the floating blob of slime that acted as the guardian of the Cube, the one who controlled everything inside this trial. + +But the slime didn’t respond. + +Its entire attention was fixed on the creature, its form unusually still, its normally playful and relaxed demeanor replaced with an expression of deep concern. + +Bruce gritted his teeth, his patience snapping. + +"Did you hear what I said?!" he roared again, his voice edged with desperation. + +Finally, the slime turned its head toward him, its featureless surface shifting slightly as if contemplating. + +Then, it shrugged. + +"I could interfere in this battle… but I haven’t done so because I needed to verify something. Now that I’ve confirmed it, I can interfere." + +Bruce’s expression lit up for a second before the slime’s next words crushed that hope. + +"But Max and the creature need to be separated first. If I interfere while they’re connected, Max will die instantly from the forced severance. And if Max dies, then no one will get access to the fifth floor." + +Bruce’s face darkened. + +"What the hell does that mean?" + +The slime sighed, shaking its form slightly as if frustrated. + +"It means that the rules of the Battle Realm are absolute. My master set them long ago, and I do not have the authority to change them. Only the winner of this competition can gain entry to the fifth floor. If Max dies here, then the inheritance will remain unclaimed, and the Battle Realm will reset itself indefinitely."𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +Bruce’s fists clenched. + +"Then just give it to him! He’s the strongest of us anyway!" + +"It doesn’t work that way." + +The slime’s tone remained calm but firm. + +"Even though I control everything in this Battle Realm, I cannot simply assign the inheritance to someone. It must be earned through victory. That is the rule of this trial, and I am bound by it." + +Bruce’s face twisted in frustration. His mind raced, trying to think of another way—any way—to fix this situation. + +But before he could speak again— + +"Don’t give up too early… Look!" + +Crown Prince Aelric’s voice rang out, his sharp eyes fixed on the battlefield. + +Bruce and the other geniuses followed his gaze. + +And what they saw— + +Made their hearts pound. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-183.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-183.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df3e716 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-183.md @@ -0,0 +1,258 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 183: Lightning is the only way" +slug: "ch-183" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 183 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1195 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As the wave of weakness slowly began to fade, though still lingering at the edges of his senses, Max felt control returning to his body. + +’I have to act now.’ + +Without hesitation, he called upon his strongest technique— + +Ten Hands of Lightning God. + +The moment he activated it, lightning surged violently around his body. + +Crackling. Writhing. Coiling like a storm waiting to explode. + +"You think lightning will help you? Naive!" + +The creature sneered, its disdain dripping from its voice. + +But Max ignored it. + +He had already committed. + +The lightning gathered, forming thick arcs that wrapped around his entire being, spiraling with unrelenting intensity. + +And then— + +A massive ring of lightning as large as his head materialized at his left side.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +It glowed in pure, searing purple, its energy pulsating like a miniature storm of destruction, condensing more and more with each passing second. + +Max’s body screamed from the sheer mana drain— + +But he didn’t care. + +This was his only chance. + +With all the power left in his body, he roared— + +"Take this!" + +And then— + +He unleashed it. + +CRACKLE! + +BOOM! + +A massive wave of purple lightning erupted from the ring of lightning, streaking forward like a divine punishment and hitting the creature point-blank. + +The sheer force of the attack blasted the creature backward like a ragdoll, its blackened form sent spiraling through the air. + +But— + +The lightning didn’t stop. + +Like an endless laser beam, the purple lightning continued to strike, crackling with furious intensity, each bolt hammering into the creature relentlessly, preventing it from stabilizing. + +The air boiled with electricity, and the very space around the battlefield shuddered under the weight of Max’s attack. + +Then— + +Something unexpected happened. + +A white tile—seemingly descending from nowhere—came crashing down from the sky. + +BANG! + +It landed directly on top of the creature, slamming it into the ground with impossible force. + +A grotesque splat echoed across the stage. + +The creature’s form twisted, shattered— + +And in the blink of an eye— + +It was nothing more than a paste of mangled flesh beneath the tile. + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. + +’What…?’ + +He didn’t lower his guard. + +His instincts screamed at him—was this a trick? Was this another one of the creature’s games? + +Then— + +"Max, you’re fine. I disqualified Veylin. You won." + +The familiar voice of the blob rang through the battlefield. + +Max’s body finally relaxed. + +The purple lightning ring that had been crackling beside him vanished instantly, the sheer strain of maintaining the technique fading away. + +His legs wobbled, and without warning, he fell back onto the stage, catching his breath, his entire body drenched in sweat. + +As if it had never existed, the meat paste that was once the creature suddenly vanished from the stage, leaving no trace behind. + +Max’s gaze shifted, his mind still racing with thoughts. + +Then, his eyes locked onto one of the pillars. + +There—Veylin lay motionless, unconscious, his body sprawled on the platform, completely unaware of what had just transpired. + +"What will happen to him?" Max asked, turning his attention toward the blob on the screen. + +The blob shrugged. + +"Nothing. Like the others, he’ll be kicked out of the temple since the chosen one has been decided." + +Max’s frown deepened, his thoughts darkening. + +"But what had happened to him?" + +Something about Veylin’s transformation—that eerie black mask, the white ring, the sheer unnatural aura—felt wrong. + +The blob’s usually casual demeanor shifted. + +Your adventure continues at freewebnovel + +For the first time, its expression turned solemn. + +"We’ll talk about this later. But first, I need to send the others away." + +It then turned its floating gaze toward the remaining geniuses standing on their respective pillars. + +"It’s time for you all to leave. Remember, the temple will stop functioning from now on—its purpose is fulfilled." + +The other geniuses nodded. + +They had been informed of this long before, so there were no protests. + +As the geniuses prepared to leave, Crown Prince Aelric suddenly shouted, his voice carrying across the fading battlefield. + +"Max! Be sure to visit the West if you ever have time!" + +His usual grin remained on his face as he waved his hand in farewell. + +Max turned to him, his expression relaxed, despite the exhaustion weighing on his body. + +He raised a thumbs-up in response. + +"I will." + +At that moment, the blob flicked its fingers, and small portals appeared on each of their respective pillars. + +The shimmering gateways pulsed with a soft, ancient energy, signaling the final step of the trial. + +The blob’s voice echoed once more, explaining their exit. + +"Step through the portal, and you will find yourselves on the fourth floor of the temple." + +Its tone remained calm and authoritative, ensuring there was no confusion. + +"Once there, another portal will be waiting for you. That one will take you back to the outside world." + +Some of the geniuses looked hesitant, still processing the battle they had just witnessed, while others simply nodded. + +"And don’t worry," the blob added with a knowing smirk, "each of you will return to the exact place you came from." + +Max smiled as he watched the geniuses leave. + +Despite everything—the brutal battles, the impossible challenges—this experience had been valuable. + +Meeting the strongest prodigies from all over the continent, clashing with them, learning from them—it had all changed him in ways he hadn’t expected. + +Crown Prince Aelric turned to him one last time, his signature grin unwavering. + +"Max, I will wait for you." + +With those final words, he stepped into the portal and vanished. + +Then— + +Arthur Gale. + +He gave Max a mocking gesture, dragging his thumb across his neck before disappearing as well. + +Max sneered back in response, not the least bit intimidated. + +One by one, the others followed. + +Bruce gave him a long look, as if contemplating something—then he too left without a word. + +Amelia paused at her portal. + +"We will battle again." + +Her voice was calm, but her eyes burned with determination before she stepped through. + +Revenna, ever the enigma, left Max with a cryptic warning. + +"Watch out for the North and the South." + +Then—she was gone. + +Now, only two figures remained atop the pillars— + +Five and the unconscious Veylin. + +Five turned his gaze toward the blob on the screen. + +"Can I?" he asked. + +The blob simply shrugged. + +Taking that as permission, Five flew over to Veylin’s pillar and lifted the unconscious prodigy onto his shoulder. + +But before stepping into the portal, he looked at Max—his expression serious. + +"If the Ascendants ever come for you, no matter what happens—do not join them." + +Max’s frown deepened at those words. + +Then Five disappeared, carrying Veylin with him. + +For a moment, Max just stood there, his mind swirling with questions. + +"Ascendants…?" + +The name felt familiar. + +Then—he remembered. + +A while ago, he had been invited to join a group called the Ascendants. + +At the time, he had thought it was a joke—a stupid prank—and had ignored it completely. + +But now— + +Why did Five sound so serious? + +And more importantly— + +Why was there absolutely nothing about them on the Extranet? + +Even Monarch, as infamous as he was, had traces of information scattered across the Extranet. + +But the Ascendants? + +Nothing. + +That kind of absence wasn’t just rare— + +It was intentional. + +’Who the hell are they?’ Max wondered, his frown deepening. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-184.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-184.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c1da1e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-184.md @@ -0,0 +1,278 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 184: History of Nulls" +slug: "ch-184" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 184 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1292 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Well, now that they are gone, you can also leave the Battle Realm." + +The blob’s voice broke the silence, and as it spoke, a new portal appeared before Max on the stage. + +Without hesitation, Max stepped through. + +In an instant, he was transported to the fourth floor of the black cube. + +And there— + +He saw the blob of slime, floating in midair, seemingly playing with four floating screens, each displaying unreadable symbols and data. + +The moment the blob noticed Max, it swiped its limb across the screens, making them vanish instantly. + +Max ignored the strange action—his mind had only one focus. + +The question that had been eating away at him. + +Without wasting time, he spoke. + +"What happened to Veylin? And what was that monster?" + +The blob’s gaze locked onto him, its usually playful demeanor gone. + +Its form stilled, and when it finally spoke, its voice was serious—graver than ever before. + +"I don’t know how or why… but Veylin transformed into a race of foreign species called the Null." + +Max’s frown deepened. + +"Null?" + +The name was completely unfamiliar to him. + +The blob continued. + +"They are the most dangerous race in the entire world of Acaris. Capable of devouring soul, energy, and even the body of others." + +Max’s brows knitted together. + +He had never heard of them before. + +He knew that other races existed in this world—especially in the Lost Continent. He had knowledge of Elves and Demons—both of whom had a long history of interaction with humans. + +But other than them— + +There was nothing. + +"How come I’ve never heard of them?" + +The blob watched him closely, as if gauging his reaction. + +Then it spoke again. + +"Don’t think too much if this is the first time you’re hearing about them. Because what I’m about to tell you… will blow your mind away." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his anticipation rising. + +The blob sighed deeply, as if it was preparing to speak about something far greater than anything Max had expected. + +Then— + +It spoke the words that shook Max to his core. + +"Remember the war 10,000 years ago?" + +Max’s body tensed. + +But before he could respond— + +The blob dropped a bomb shell on him. + +"The beings that invaded back then… looked just like what Veylin transformed into." + +"A Null." + +Max’s mind froze. + +A brief moment of silence filled the room. + +Then— + +"What?" + +A single word.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +But it carried all the disbelief, all the shock, all the realization that flooded Max’s mind at that moment. + +"Yeah, I’ve seen some of them…" + +The blob’s voice was unnaturally calm, but there was something unsettling about the way it spoke. + +"They had the exact same look—blackened face, no features, and a white glowing ring in the center." + +Max remained silent, listening carefully. + +The blob seemed deep in thought, its form shifting slightly as it processed its memories. + +Then— + +"But if I’m not wrong…" + +It paused, considering its next words carefully. + +"Those beings also possessed two horns. That’s the only thing missing from Veylin’s transformation." + +Max’s frown deepened. + +’Two horns?’ + +That detail bothered him. + +Veylin had transformed into something terrifying, but he hadn’t grown any horns. + +Did that mean his transformation wasn’t complete? Or was it something else entirely? + +The blob’s tone turned solemn, a rare shift from its usual carefree nature. + +"However, I am sure that he is a Null." + +Max stiffened at those words. + +"Whenever a Null uses their special abilities…" + +The blob’s voice dropped slightly, its next words carrying an undeniable weight. + +"Their white glowing ring on their blackened face… turns red." + +Max’s eyes widened. + +That was exactly what had happened to Veylin. + +The moment the ring turned red, he had felt something being forcibly drained from him—his very soul being devoured. + +The blob continued, its voice grave. + +"I am sure of it. I have seen it with my own eyes." + +Max exhaled slowly, his mind reeling. + +This wasn’t just about Veylin anymore. + +If the Null were truly the same beings that invaded 10,000 years ago… + +Then what did that mean for the present? + +— + +The blob sighed, its form shifting slightly as if musing over old memories. + +"Since the war 10,000 years ago… I haven’t really left the temple, so I don’t know much about the outside world." + +Its voice carried a hint of regret, as if realizing just how detached it was from the present era. + +"My knowledge is only limited to what the geniuses who have entered the temple talked about over the years." + +Max listened carefully, his mind racing. + +The blob’s tone shifted, becoming more thoughtful. + +"Though, I noticed something… Crown Prince Aelric and a few other geniuses seemed to have recognized what Veylin transformed into." + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +"That means even after 10,000 years… their presence is still known." + +The weight of that realization hit him like a storm. + +The Nulls never truly disappeared. + +A cold sensation crawled up Max’s spine. + +The blob continued, its voice calm but firm. + +"Well, I guess when you leave this temple, ask around about them. Your elders might know something." + +Max nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. + +He would find out the truth. + +Because if the Nulls were still out there… + +Then the war from 10,000 years ago might not be over yet. + +"Anyway, you should enter the fifth floor." + +The blob’s voice broke through Max’s thoughts as a portal materialized beside him, pulsing with a faint golden light. + +Max glanced at it before turning to the blob, curiosity flickering in his pink eyes. + +"Do you know what I can get from this inheritance?" + +His lips curled slightly. + +"Because I already have his technique." + +For a second, the blob’s expression darkened. + +Then— + +It glared at him. + +"A technique isn’t everything." Its voice held an edge of irritation. + +Max raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. + +The blob sighed before continuing. + +"When you reach higher levels, the importance of resources will increase to an all-time high. Even if you have talent, even if you have comprehension, without the right resources, you’ll hit a wall." + +Max listened intently. He had already felt this truth creeping up on him. His progress was rapid, but the resources he needed were massive too. He couldn’t fathom the amount of resources he would need to level up in higher ranks. + +But the blob wasn’t finished. + +"Most importantly, the teachings of my master will help you understand each stage of power comprehensively." + +Its voice lowered slightly, almost as if it was about to reveal something crucial. + +Then— + +"You should know that all the people of the Lower Domain are limited to Expert Rank…" + +Max’s expression hardened. + +He had heard this countless times. + +Even the strongest of the Lower Domain—the King of the West, the Witch of the North, even the Young Monarch himself—were all capped at Expert Rank. + +But the real question was—why? + +The blob answered before he could ask. + +"Do you know the reason why?" + +Max shook his head, his curiosity intensifying. + +The blob’s form flickered slightly, its tone turning solemn. + +"There are mainly two reasons. + +"The presence of mana in the Lower Domain is extremely limited. That alone restricts the pinnacle of growth for everyone born there." + +Max frowned. He never heard of such things before. + +But then— + +The blob’s next words shook him. + +"The second reason is the most important. + +Resources. + +People in the Lower Domain never reach Level 2 in any Concept they learn." Enjoy more content from freewebnovel + +Max’s breath hitched slightly. + +"What?" + +The blob’s voice didn’t waver. + +"No matter if it’s the King of the West, the Witch of the North, or even the Young Monarch himself… all of their Concepts remain at Level 1. They never reach Level 2." + +Max’s mind reeled. + +Every powerful figure he had ever heard of—all capped at Concept Level 1? + +But that would mean— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-185.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-185.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5eab80 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-185.md @@ -0,0 +1,258 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 185: Fifth Floor" +slug: "ch-185" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 185 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1268 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"If any of these individuals were to reach Level 2 in their Concept, then in no time, they would ascend to Master Rank— regardless of the limitations of the Lower Domain." + +The blob’s voice remained steady, yet its words carried the weight of universal truth. + +"However, entering the realm of Concepts and going deeper are two different things." + +Max listened intently, his mind absorbing every word. + +"Just like when one comprehends a Level 1 Aura, they can remain at that level for months, if not years, unless they find something that aids in comprehension." + +Max nodded slowly. + +He understood this firsthand. + +"The same applies to Concepts." + +The blob continued, its tone almost regretful. + +"There are rarely any resources in the Lower Domain related to Concepts." + +And just like that—Max realized the missing piece. + +It had happened to him. + +When he first comprehended Sword Aura and Flame Aura, he was able to hone them through relentless training, but— + +He couldn’t raise their levels. + +No matter how much he trained, no matter how many battles he fought, his Auras remained stagnant. + +He had only been able to increase his Aura levels after arriving at the temple. + +And now—he knew why. + +The Lower Domain lacked the very foundation necessary to advance. + +It wasn’t just a lack of comprehension—it was a lack of opportunity. + +A realization settled in his heart. + +If he wanted to surpass this limit… + +If he wanted to break through to the next stage… + +Then he would need more than just talent. + +He would need resources. Knowledge. A path forward. + +And that was all waiting for him in the fifth floor. + +A long silence stretched between them. + +The blob’s gaze darkened, as if remembering something long buried in time. + +"10,000 years ago… there were hundreds of Master Rank experts in the Lower Domain." + +Max’s eyes widened. + +Hundreds?! + +Discover exclusive tales on freewebnovel + +That meant the Lower Domain wasn’t always limited to Expert Rank. + +So what had changed? + +"But now?" The blob continued. + +"Not a single one remains." + +"What does this mean?" The blob’s voice was barely a whisper now. + +"The Lower Domain is indeed limiting the power of its inhabitants—but not at Expert Rank. + +Its true limit… is at the peak of Master Rank." + +Max stood frozen. + +The Lower Domain could once nurture Master Ranks? + +So why had everyone forgotten? + +Why had the entire region stagnated for 10,000 years? + +"It seems after ten thousand years, the experts of the Lower Domain have degraded… or should I say, Master Rank has become nothing but a legend of the past now." + +The blob sighed, its form shifting slightly as if weighed down by the reality of its words. + +Max’s mind wandered as he processed the statement. + +’Fascinating… Ten thousand years ago, hundreds of Master Rank experts ruled the Lower Domain. And now?’ + +His eyes narrowed. + +’Not a single one left. What an irony.’ + +The strongest rank, the pinnacle of power in the Lower Domain, had completely vanished, erased by the slow decay of time. + +The weight of this truth settled deep in his chest. + +The blob’s voice broke through his thoughts once more. + +"You should enter the Fifth Floor." + +Max turned his gaze toward the portal, glowing ominously before him. + +But then— + +The blob’s tone shifted, carrying an unusual edge of uncertainty. + +"But know this—nor do I have any knowledge of that floor, neither do I possess any control over it." + +Max’s brows furrowed. + +The blob had controlled everything so far—the temple, the trials, the battles. + +But the Fifth Floor was different. + +It was unknown. + +"So be careful once you get there." + +Max nodded solemnly, glancing one last time at the portal. + +This was it. + +The final step. + +Taking a deep breath, he moved forward, stepping into the swirling light— + +And then— + +He vanished from the Fourth Floor. + +Now, only the blob remained, floating in the silent emptiness of the Fourth Floor. + +It watched the spot where Max had disappeared, its thoughts unreadable. + +Then, after a moment— + +It murmured to itself. + +’I wonder why Master refused to mention anything about the Fifth Floor… despite my constant pestering.’ + +Its gaze lingered on the empty space where the portal had been. + +And for the first time in ages… + +The blob felt uneasy. + +— + +As Max stepped through the portal, a strange sensation washed over him—different from any teleportation he had experienced before. + +And then— + +He appeared in an ancient-looking room. + +The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust, as if the place had been untouched for centuries. + +His eyes scanned the surroundings carefully. + +To his left, towering wooden racks and shelves lined the walls, filled with hundreds of books, their spines worn and faded with age. Some were neatly arranged, while others were stacked haphazardly, as if abandoned in the middle of use. + +Beside the shelves, a small table stood, aged but sturdy. On top of it, a single mattress lay neatly folded, placed at the very center of the room—almost as if someone had once rested here. + +Around the room, there were miscellaneous objects, items that didn’t seem to serve any particular function—Small statues carved from different materials, some resembling ancient warriors, others of beings Max couldn’t recognize. + +Paintings hanging on the walls, depicting landscapes, battlefields, and even strange creatures. Various tools and relics, their purposes unknown. + +Everything about this room felt personal, as if it had once belonged to someone significant—someone who had lived here, studied here, and possibly left behind great secrets. + +Despite the countless books, relics, and artifacts scattered around the room, Max’s attention was drawn to one thing alone. + +At the very corner of the room, nestled in the shadows, sat a blue glowing orb. + +It pulsed ominously, its surface swirling with an ethereal, ever-shifting glow. + +A steady wave of aura radiated from it, unseen but undeniably present—like the steady breath of something ancient. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +This orb was not normal. + +It wasn’t just a random artifact placed in the room for decoration. + +It meant something. + +It held something. + +And beside it— + +His gaze shifted slightly. + +There stood an ancient-looking door, carved from a material Max couldn’t quite identify. + +Despite its age, it looked indestructible, as if it had withstood the passage of time without a single crack. + +At the very center of the door, a large sun symbol was engraved into the wood, its intricate lines and patterns radiating outward. + +There was no handle. No keyhole. + +Just the symbol of the sun, staring back at him. + +Max’s instincts screamed at him— + +The orb and the door were connected. + +And whatever was beyond that door… + +Was not meant to be accessed easily. + +’Is the inheritance behind the door… or is the orb the inheritance itself?’ + +Max’s eyes gleamed with curiosity as he weighed his options. + +There was only one way to find out. + +With steady steps, he moved toward the corner of the room, his gaze locked onto the glowing blue orb. + +As he drew closer, the pulsating light of the orb intensified, as if sensing his presence—as if it was waiting for him. + +Then— + +Just as Max reached out— + +The orb moved first. + +WHOOSH! + +Without warning, the blue light surged, transforming into a streaking beam of energy that shot straight toward his forehead. + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. + +Before he could dodge or react— + +The light entered his mind. + +A sharp pulse of energy rippled through his skull, not painful but overwhelming, like a rush of foreign information being forcefully injected into his consciousness. + +His breath hitched, his vision flickered— + +Then— + +His mind went blank. + +And Max fell into the unknown. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-186.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-186.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e50422 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-186.md @@ -0,0 +1,378 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 186: Return to the Soul Palace" +slug: "ch-186" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 186 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1405 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max felt weightless. + +Suspended in nothingness. + +A vast, endless abyss surrounded him, stretching infinitely in all directions. + +He wasn’t falling. + +He wasn’t rising. + +He was simply drifting. + +It was a strange, suffocating feeling, unlike anything he had experienced before. + +Then— + +A sudden pull. + +Like an invisible force yanking his very soul. + +And before he could even process what was happening— + +He was somewhere else. + +His Soul Palace. + +Max’s eyes flickered open, his surroundings instantly familiar. + +The massive Tai Chi Diagram Door stood before him, unchanged. + +Just like before— + +The white part of the diagram was only an outline, incomplete. + +The black part was solid, full, a stark contrast that made the door seem asymmetrical and unnatural. + +The cloud like world but completely black. + +There was no denying it. He was back in the entrance of his Soul Palace. + +A frown crossed Max’s face. + +’How the hell did I end up here?’ + +He didn’t like this. + +Something about this wasn’t right. + +The last time he was here, it was because he wanted to break the door to Soul Palace. + +But now? + +He didn’t do anything. + +And yet—he was back. + +Something Was Happening. + +His instincts screamed at him—something had triggered this. + +Something had forced him to return here. + +And the only thing that could have done that— + +Was the blue orb. + +"Hehehehe… Finally, after so long… After years of waiting, someone has finally fallen into my last-ditch effort to not die." + +A deep, aged voice echoed around Max, carrying a sinister amusement, as if the speaker had been waiting for an eternity for this moment. + +Max’s eyes snapped open fully, his entire body tensing as he quickly scanned his surroundings. + +This was his Soul Palace. + +A place that belonged only to him. + +And yet— + +There was someone else here. + +A presence. + +A foreign will. + +’How?!’ + +His instincts screamed in alarm. + +A presence inside the Soul Palace meant true danger. + +If something took control here… it could take control of him. + +His pink eyes burned, his focus sharp. + +"Who?" + +His voice was low, demanding, cautious. + +And then— + +A shadow shifted. + +A figure slowly emerged from the darkness of his Soul Palace— + +Max’s gaze locked onto the emerging figure. + +A middle-aged man slowly materialized before him, his presence undeniable, yet eerily detached from reality. + +His long purple hair flowed gently, despite the absence of wind. His face was sharp, his features regal and filled with an unshakable confidence, as if he had once stood at the peak of power. + +The dark red robes he wore were of ancient design, the fabric seeming almost too refined, too old, as though it came from an era long forgotten. + +And just like Max— + +He was in his ethereal form. + +A ghost of the past. + +Or perhaps— + +"Are you the master of the temple?" + +Max’s voice was calm, but his mind was racing. + +This man—this phantom in his Soul Palace—wasn’t just some remnant of the past. He was dangerous. + +And Max wasn’t naive enough to believe otherwise. + +The middle-aged man smirked, his expression carrying mocking amusement. + +"You are not as idiotic as I assumed you to be." + +His sneer deepened, but his tone remained cold, calculated. + +"Though, it doesn’t change anything. Since I am inside your body, standing before your Soul Palace—" + +His glowing violet eyes flashed. + +"Your body, more or less, is mine." + +Max’s face darkened, realization crashing down on him like an avalanche. + +His heart pounded. + +A bit of panic spread through his being. + +This was the first time he had ever been in a true life-and-death situation. + +This wasn’t a battle of strength. + +This wasn’t about aura levels or cultivation ranks. + +This was a battle of souls. + +If he lost here—he wouldn’t just die. + +He would cease to exist. + +His body—his everything—would be taken from him. + +But— + +He forced himself to calm down. + +Panic would only get him killed faster. + +His mind raced, searching for any countermeasures that could work against this invading soul. + +Because from the moment he had laid eyes on the man— + +He knew. + +The middle aged man’s soul force was countless times stronger. + +A direct battle? + +Impossible. He would lose. Instantly. + +He needed time. + +Time to come up with a plan. + +Time to find a way out. + +And so—he spoke. + +"So all of this— the temple, the floors, the trials, the monoliths—this was all just your plan to find a new body?" + +Max’s pink eyes locked onto the man, his voice steady. + +"All of this just so you could come back to life again?" + +The middle-aged man grinned. + +A slow, knowing grin. + +And Max knew— + +He had taken the bait. + +"Hehe." + +The middle-aged man let out a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a bittersweet smile. + +Then, he spoke. + +"Nobody wants to die at the peak of their lives. And I was no exception." + +His violet eyes darkened, the weight of old memories clouding his gaze. + +"I, too, wanted to live to the fullest… But an incident changed everything for me." + +Max listened intently, his mind alert but his body unmoving. + +He needed to keep him talking. + +"I was heavily injured," the man continued. "Forced to flee the battlefield, to hide for countless centuries." + +His voice carried bitterness, resentment—pain. + +"But the injuries caused by those creatures…" + +His fists clenched, his tone dropping into a whisper. + +"They were unlike anything I had ever seen before." + +Max frowned hearing him. + +’Nulls?’ + +He thought. + +"My body began rotting—slowly, over time. I could feel myself decaying." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +"And I knew…" + +The middle-aged man looked up, his gaze carrying the weight of inevitability. + +"It was only a matter of time before I would be gone. Before I disappeared from this world." + +A suffocating silence settled between them. + +Then— + +His smirk returned. + +"So, as my last-ditch attempt to save my life… I created this plan." + +Max’s mind raced. + +This entire temple, this entire trial— + +It had all been a trap. + +A carefully woven scheme spanning centuries, waiting for the perfect candidate. + +He was that candidate. + +But then— + +The man let out a low chuckle and shook his head. + +"Don’t get me wrong." + +His violet eyes gleamed with something almost nostalgic. + +"This temple… I had already designed it long before, to take in disciples. To nurture talent. To pass on my knowledge." + +Then, his expression hardened. + +"But alas… in the end, I had to use it like this." + +Max stared at him. + +This man— + +He had once been a great figure. A master. + +But now? + +He was nothing more than a ghost clinging to life. + +A remnant of the past, refusing to be erased. + +And now— + +He had chosen his body as his salvation. + +Max nodded slightly, his expression unreadable. + +Then—he spoke. + +"I see." + +His voice was calm, almost casual. + +The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, as if curious about Max’s reaction. + +Then— + +Max tilted his head slightly and said, + +"But could you… not take my body?" + +For a moment— + +There was silence. + +The man blinked. + +Max continued, his tone light but deliberate. + +"You see, I like myself very much. And unlike you, I’m very young, with a lot of important things left to do." + +He gestured vaguely with his hands. + +"So… could you just, you know, wait for another candidate?" Explore more adventures at freewebnovel + +His pink eyes gleamed with amusement, though deep inside, his ready. + +For a brief second— + +The middle-aged man stared at him, processing his words. + +Then— + +"PFFT—" + +A slow, dark chuckle escaped from his lips. + +Then it turned into a full-blown laugh. + +A laughter filled with mockery and disbelief. + +"HAHAHAHA!" + +The sound echoed through the Soul Palace, sending a strange pressure through the air. + +When he finally calmed down, he wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye and smirked. + +"You are quite amusing, boy. I’ll give you that." + +Then, his violet eyes turned sharp, his tone shifting from amusement to deadly seriousness. + +"But unfortunately for you…" + +The pressure increased. + +"I don’t have time to wait." + +His form flickered, inching closer toward Max. + +"And you… are the perfect vessel. To reach the top of monolith only a few so could ever do so even in the Middle Domain." + +He grinned suddenly. + +"Moreover, your entrance to Soul Palace is already half broken. This makes you literally the best person I could hope for." + +He laughed. + +"I guess even fate wants this to happen." + +Max’s expression remained neutral, but deep inside— + +His mind was already preparing for a fight. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-187.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-187.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca4617a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-187.md @@ -0,0 +1,338 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 187: Chain of Eternal life" +slug: "ch-187" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 187 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1261 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The middle-aged man’s smirk widened as he observed Max’s tense posture, sensing the caution in his eyes. + +Then—he chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. + +"Boy, tell me—do you even know how to battle with your soul?" + +Max’s frown deepened. + +The man’s smile grew. + +"Do you even have a soul attack?" + +Max’s remained calm. + +The man continued, his voice laced with a cruel certainty. + +"You should know that in this place—your body, your aura, your techniques—none of them matter." + +The air around them grew heavier, as if the very realm of his Soul Palace was responding to the truth of those words. + +"Here, only soul-based skills and techniques work." + +Max remained silent, his eyes dark with contemplation. + +Because— + +He already knew this. + +The last time he was here, he had learned the hard way. + +To break into his Soul Palace, he had been forced to use the soul force leaking from it to strike the Tai Chi Diagram Door. + +Why? + +Because in this place—all of his physical abilities were worthless. + +Only the soul mattered. + +The only soul-related technique he had learned was Hundred Refined Threads Soul— + +But that technique was purely support-based. + +It had no offensive capabilities. + +All it did was refine his soul, allowing it to transform into thin, fine threads. + +Which meant— + +He had no way to attack. + +And in a battle where only soul-based attacks mattered… + +That left him completely defenseless. + +His gaze remained locked on the middle-aged man, who stood calmly, confident—completely in control. + +Max wasn’t just at a disadvantage. + +He was outmatched in every possible way. + +The enemy had a stronger soul force. + +The enemy had soul-based techniques. + +Max had neither. + +The man sneered, his expression filled with dark amusement as he watched Max’s tense face. + +"How about it? Drowning in despair?" + +His tone was mocking, enjoying the hopelessness of the situation. + +But Max didn’t respond. + +Instead—he simply stared at him, his expression unreadable. + +The man’s smirk widened. + +Then—his expression shifted. + +His violet eyes burned with madness, his smile twisting into something manic, unhinged. + +"Though you don’t need to worry…" + +His voice turned silkier, persuasive, like a devil whispering into a desperate soul. + +"When I occupy your body, you will become the strongest in the Lower Domain in no time." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +The man continued, his voice rising as his excitement grew. + +"That blob must have mentioned something about me, right?" + +He tilted his head slightly, his expression dripping with arrogance. + +"So you must know—I am not a bad person." + +A low chuckle escaped his lips. + +"I’m simply doing this for survival." + +His eyes glowed brighter, his ethereal body pulsing with power. + +"And by doing this—I’m doing you a favor too." + +Max sneered. + +He knew what was coming. + +And then— + +"With me controlling your body, you shall become even stronger than you are now." + +His smile turned maniacal. + +His gaze burned with madness. + +"At that moment…" + +His voice lowered—deadly, certain, dripping with absolute confidence. + +"Even the geniuses of the Middle Domain…" + +"Even the Five God Nations…" + +"Shall tremble beneath your feet!" + +His face was completely crazed now, his aura pulsing violently, his desperation fully unleashed. + +This wasn’t just a man trying to survive. + +This was a man obsessed with power. + +A man who had once stood at the peak—and refused to accept his fall.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +And now— + +He wanted Max’s body to climb back up. + +Max’s fingers curled into fists seeing that. + +His heartbeat remained steady. + +But deep inside—his mind raced. + +Because he knew. + +This man wouldn’t just take his body. + +He would erase him completely. + +Max closed his eyes for a brief moment, his mind solidifying a single decision. + +When he opened them again— + +His eyes burned with unshakable resolve. + +He had made up his mind. + +The middle-aged man’s smirk faltered slightly, sensing the shift in Max’s presence. + +But before he could react— + +Max spoke. + +"Are you done?" + +His voice was calm, almost taunting. + +Then—his expression hardened. + +"Because I’m about to start." + +Without another word, Max immediately activated his class ability— + +And called upon the door to the Dimension of Flames. + +SWISH! + +Before him, a door materialized out of thin air, radiating fiery embers that flickered unnaturally in the void-like space of his Soul Palace. + +Without hesitation—he stepped through. + +Max exhaled. + +It worked. + +He had already suspected something from the moment he entered his Soul Palace last time. + +The structure of his entrance to the Soul Palace and the structure of his entrance to his Dimensions were eerily similar. + +The biggest difference? + +The clouds beneath his feet. + +That meant something fundamental— + +If his Soul Palace entrance existed here, then so could his Dimension Doors. + +And ever since he had started stalling the middle-aged man, Max had been testing this theory. + +He had slowly reached out to his Dimensions, trying to see if he could connect to them from within his Soul Palace. + +The result? + +Success. + +His connection to his Dimensions remained intact, meaning he could summon them. + +Now— + +All that was left was to figure out how to use this advantage. + +Because one thing was certain— + +That man wouldn’t just let him go. + +"Oh? A door to a world of flames?" + +The middle-aged man’s expression shifted, visible surprise flashing across his face. + +He hadn’t expected Max to possess such a method—especially within the Soul Palace. + +His violet eyes gleamed, intrigued. + +"Is this an ability of your class?" + +Max didn’t respond. + +He had no intention of answering. + +His focus was solely on the altar of flames before him in the Dimension of Flames. + +Among the various flames flickering wildly, only one held the power he needed. + +The Black Flames. + +If he could wield them here, he might turn the tide of this battle. + +But just as he moved to summon them— + +The man grinned. + +A cruel, knowing grin. + +"Oh, don’t think those flames will help you here." + +Then— + +With a simple flick of his finger— + +Something deep inside Max’s body stirred violently. + +A cold sensation erupted in his chest. + +And before he could even react— + +CLANG! + +A chain shot out of his body, moving at an unnatural speed, twisting through the air like a living serpent. + +"What?!" + +Max’s heart pounded as he watched the chain rip out of his body, flying straight into the man’s soul. + +He hadn’t expected this— + +He hadn’t even known something like this was possible. + +Experience more on freewebnovel + +"What the hell is this?!" + +The middle-aged man grinned wider, his violet eyes filled with triumph. + +"This, boy… is the Chain of Eternal Life." + +His voice was calm, almost mocking, as if he were simply explaining something mundane. + +"It exists within every living being." + +Max’s breath hitched. + +"But when all the chains are removed from one’s soul…" + +The man’s expression darkened, filled with an eerie certainty. + +"They cease to exist." + +Max’s eyes widened in horror. + +’Cease to exist?!’ + +That meant—this wasn’t just about dying. + +This wasn’t just soul destruction. + +If all the chains were removed—he would be erased completely. + +As if he had never been born. + +"In short…" + +The man grinned cruelly. + +"This chain is your lifeline now." + +And before Max could even react— + +YANK! + +The chain attached to him was pulled violently, the force so strong it felt like something was being ripped out of his very essence. + +"No!" + +Max shouted in panic, his instincts roaring in pure survival mode. + +He acted on instinct. + +With a single thought, he willed the black flames to fly toward the man, aiming to engulf him completely. + +A massive wave of black fire surged forward, roaring like a living beast— + +But the man merely smirked. + +And then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-188.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-188.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1be7dec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-188.md @@ -0,0 +1,430 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 188: Futile" +slug: "ch-188" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 188 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1223 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +He snapped his fingers. + +CLANG! + +Another chain shot out of Max’s body— + +And the moment it left him— + +His vision blurred. + +His strength weakened. + +His entire being trembled, as if something vital had just been torn away. + +The black flames flickered weakly— + +And before they could even reach the man— + +They vanished. + +Dispersed. + +Like a candle being snuffed out. + +Max’s breath turned ragged. + +His knees buckled. + +’Shit. Shit. Shit!’ + +He was losing. + +He was being ripped apart. + +And if he didn’t do something fast— + +He was going to disappear. + +’I have to try... This is my only chance!’ + +Max gritted his teeth, refusing to give in. + +Even as his chains were being ripped away, even as he felt his very existence weakening, he pushed forward— + +And willed the black flames toward the man. + +FWOOOSH! + +The dark fire surged, roaring like a vengeful storm, seeking to engulf the phantom. + +But— + +BZZZT! + +The flames halted mid-air. + +Blocked. + +An invisible wall stood between the flames and the man, rendering them useless. + +Max’s eyes widened. + +’What the—?’ + +The middle-aged man sneered, his expression filled with amusement. + +"I told you already…" + +His tone was mocking, superior. + +"Flames will do nothing to me." + +Max’s fist clenched. + +"My soul force is a hundred times stronger than yours." + +The man’s violet eyes gleamed as he took a slow step forward, towering over Max. + +"I did sense something unusual about those black flames." + +He glanced at them, observing them with a flicker of interest— + +Then shrugged. + +"But if they can’t even touch me… then they’re useless." + +The black flames crackled, still struggling against the invisible force, but they could not advance. + +"The pressure from my soul force is enough to ward off your flames." + +The man’s smirk widened. + +"Give up, boy." + +The chains tightened. + +More of Max’s essence was being pulled away. + +His vision blurred further, his very soul trembling. + +He was running out of time. + +And nothing was working. + +Panic surged through Max’s veins. + +He could feel himself slipping away, his very existence peeling off link by link as the chains were ripped from his soul. + +’I have no choice.’ + +His eyes hardened with desperate resolve. + +Gritting his teeth, he summoned all his black flames, condensing them onto his hands. + +SIZZLE! + +The dark fire crackled violently, surging with uncontrollable energy. + +Then— + +He looked down. + +At the chains leaving his body. + +At the very thing pulling him toward non-existence. + +’Fck it. I don’t care.’ + +Without hesitation— + +He grabbed the chains with his burning hands. + +FWOOOOSH! + +A violent eruption of black flames engulfed the chains, consuming them instantly in roaring fire. + +The moment the flames made contact— + +BZZZZT! + +A massive shockwave burst through the Soul Palace, the pressure so intense that it sent both Max and the man staggering. + +But then— + +The flames didn’t stop. + +They raced down the chains—spreading, expanding— + +And before the man could even react— + +THE BLACK FIRE REACHED HIM. + +The middle-aged man’s violet eyes widened. + +For the first time since this battle began— + +His face contorted in shock. + +"WHAT?!—" + +Then— + +The black flames erupted across his ethereal body, scorching his soul directly. + +"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" + +A bloodcurdling scream tore through the Soul Palace. + +It was not just pain. + +It was agony. + +It was the first time in centuries this man had felt pain. + +His body convulsed, his form flickering violently, as if it was being torn apart from the inside. + +Max, still gripping the burning chains, panted heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead. + +"You—!" The man’s voice was filled with both rage and disbelief. + +The flames refused to go out. + +Even as the man tried to push them away, even as his powerful soul force tried to suppress them— + +THEY ONLY BURNED BRIGHTER. + +His soul was burning. + +Something he had never thought possible. + +Something that should have been impossible. + +And Max? + +Max wasn’t done yet. + +’The black flames don’t affect me at all.’ + +He realized this instantly. + +Even as the fire engulfed the chains, even as the phantom screamed in agony, the flames did not harm him. + +And now— + +It was time to end this. + +A dark glint flickered in Max’s eyes. + +Then— + +He activated his final move. + +"Devour." + +The moment the ability activated— + +The middle-aged man’s body stiffened. + +Then—his expression changed. + +From pain. + +To panic. + +To absolute horror. + +"NO—!!" + +His soul force began unraveling. + +At an even faster rate than before. + +Faster than the black flames eating away his life chains. + +Faster than he could resist. + +Max felt it— + +The raw energy flooding into him. + +His soul force increasing at rapid rate. + +His soul grew heavier. + +Discover hidden content at freewebnovel + +And the man? + +He was withering. + +"NO! BOY, STOP! STOP!" + +His voice shook with desperation. + +His regal arrogance—gone. + +His superiority—shattered. + +For the first time, he was truly afraid. + +"WE CAN MAKE A DEAL! I WILL GIVE YOU ALL OF MY TECHNIQUES! JUST STOP!" + +Max didn’t even blink. + +His gaze remained cold. + +Unmoved. + +"Just die." + +His voice held no emotion. + +No pity. + +No hesitation. + +Pure, merciless finality. + +The black flames roared. + +"HAHAHAHAHA!" + +However, the man suddenly started laughing wildly at this moment. + +Max’s breath hitched, confusion flashing in his eyes. + +The man’s expression had changed. + +The fear? Gone. + +The desperation? Vanished. + +Instead— + +His violet eyes gleamed, filled with an unnerving satisfaction. + +Then— + +"You are good. Very good." + +His voice dripped with both praise and mockery. + +"To force my soul clone into such a situation… I’ll admit, I underestimated you." + +Max’s eyes widened. + +’Clone?!’ + +Then— + +The phantom smirked. + +"But alas… it’s only a clone. A mere fragment of my true self." + +Before Max could even process those words— + +SWISH! + +Five grey swords suddenly materialized before him, floating midair. + +Before he could react— + +SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! + +The swords crossed in an instant, tearing through his body. + +Max’s form was sliced apart— + +But— + +His body pieces didn’t fall. + +They simply… floated. + +For a split second, it looked like nothing had happened. + +Then— + +Pain. + +A sharp, unbearable sensation erupted through him. + +His soul trembled. + +His vision blurred. + +His form began flickering— + +Dimmer. Weaker. + +Max gritted his teeth, his mind struggling to stay focused. + +’No… this is different…’ + +It wasn’t like a physical wound. + +It wasn’t even like a normal soul attack. + +This wasn’t just cutting his form— + +It was cutting his existence. + +And the worst part? + +He could feel it. + +His soul force was leaving him. + +His thoughts were slowing down. + +His entire being was breaking down, piece by piece. + +He was slowly dying. + +And this time— + +It wasn’t something he could simply endure. + +This was true erasure. + +Max staggered, his entire body feeling heavy. + +His breathing turned ragged, every function of his body taking a toll just to work. + +He was on the brink of collapse. + +And the phantom? + +He simply watched. + +Grinning. + +Because this time— + +He knew Max wouldn’t survive. + +’Damn… I didn’t expect that at all.’ + +Max’s thoughts churned, but his body betrayed him. + +His soul form grew dimmer and dimmer, his very existence fading. + +And then— + +A new voice entered the space. + +"How is it? Did you like it?" + +A second figure emerged, stepping beside the first man. + +Max’s dazed eyes flickered toward him— + +And his breath hitched. + +It was him. + +The exact same man as the previous phantom middle aged man. + +The second man smiled, his expression filled with deep satisfaction as he observed Max’s fading presence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-189.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-189.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..03951ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-189.md @@ -0,0 +1,396 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 189: Last Move" +slug: "ch-189" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 189 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1134 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I have been waiting for this moment for thousands of years." + +His tone was calm, almost relaxed. + +As if all of this had been inevitable. + +Then—his smile widened. + +"Do you think I would be that careless?" + +Max’s body trembled, his strength leaving him. + +But he heard everything. + +"Do you think I wouldn’t be prepared for a situation like this?" + +His violet eyes gleamed, filled with certainty—unshakable and absolute. + +"Do you think I spent a thousand years doing nothing?" + +Max felt a deep chill crawl up his fading soul. + +Because this wasn’t just a man desperate to survive. + +This was a man who had planned for every possible outcome. + +"No." + +His voice dropped into a whisper, yet it carried the weight of ages. + +"I have been biding my time." + +"Thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong in this final, decisive moment." + +His gaze locked onto Max, cold and triumphant. + +"I have prepared for everything." + +He took a slow step forward. + +"Just for this moment alone—" + +"So that I don’t mess up." + +Max heard him loud and clear. + +But— + +His body was failing. + +His mind was slipping. + +His soul was on the verge of collapse. + +At this moment— + +He couldn’t care any less about anything now. + +’I never thought I would die this way…’ + +Max sighed inwardly, his entire being drained, his soul flickering like a dying flame. + +He didn’t want to die. + +Not like this. + +Not when there was so much left to do. + +His heart ached. + +Because he hadn’t reunited with them. + +His family. + +His father. + +His mother. + +His sister. + +They were waiting for him. + +They were counting on him. + +But now? + +He was dying. + +His very soul unraveling, dissolving into nothingness. + +And no one could save him. + +Tears welled up in his eyes, but they too—vanished before they could even fall. + +’Father… Mother… Sister…’ + +His thoughts grew sluggish. + +But then— + +Max felt something worse than pain. + +His memories began slipping away. + +Slowly. + +Piece by piece. + +At first, it was small things. + +The warmth of his mother’s smile. + +Explore more stories at freewebnovel + +The strength in his father’s voice. + +Then— + +"No… no!" + +He forgot his mother’s face. + +"No, no, no!" + +He forgot his father’s face. + +The terror gripped his soul. + +And then— + +His sister. + +Her laugh. + +Her teasing words. + +Her determined eyes. + +Gone. + +Max’s heart nearly stopped. + +He was losing himself. + +This was true death. + +Not just his body. + +Not just his soul. + +But his very existence. + +His identity. + +His reason to live. + +His reason to fight. + +Then— + +In the darkness of his fading mind… + +One thing remained. + +A single, stubborn memory. + +His sister’s words. + +"Listen carefully, Maxy. Both Father and Mother are still alive. They must be waiting for you, for us, to save them. We have to reunite our family, Maxy. So, if you ever face a situation where death seems inevitable, you must dodge, hide, run—whatever it takes to survive. Etch this deeply into your heart." + +Max froze. + +The memory was so vivid— + +As if she was right beside him, whispering in his ear. + +It was the only thing left. + +The only thing that refused to disappear. + +"Whatever it takes to survive…" + +Max muttered. + +Then— + +His eyes trembled. + +His fingers curled. + +The despair that had been eating him alive— + +Shattered. + +The light in his dim eyes flickered back. + +And then— + +It burned. + +Brighter than before. + +"Whatever it takes to survive." + +He repeated it. + +His breath steadied. + +His will solidified. + +’I still have some energy left in me… I can definitely do this…’ + +Max steeled his resolve. + +Then— + +He closed his eyes. + +Because now, he knew what he had to do. + +And then— + +Two more doors appeared before him. + +One burned with a golden shimmer, pulsing with the flow of countless unseen moments. + +The Door to the Dimension of Time. + +The other radiated an ethereal glow, shifting between forms, as if it existed between life and death itself. + +The Door to the Dimension of Spirits. + +Max’s fading body trembled. + +His soul was on the verge of collapse. + +His energy was nearly gone. + +But— + +With one last push, he reached out. + +And opened both doors. + +"Please… let this work." + +It was a desperate move. + +A final gamble. + +A plea to the unknown. + +Because at this moment— + +This was all he could do. + +The last of his strength left his soul as the doors swung open. + +A brilliant light erupted, swallowing him whole. + +Max let out a breath. + +Then— + +He slowly closed his eyes. + +Because now, he had nothing left. + +Nothing but hope. + +— + +"Hmph. Do you think two more doors will do anything?" + +The phantom sneered, his violet eyes filled with contempt. + +He watched as Max’s dim soul flickered weakly, hanging on by a thread. + +"You are hopeless." + +His voice dripped with mockery. + +"Just die peacefully." + +He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. + +"Let your existence fade so I can replace you." + +His gaze shifted to the Tai Chi Diagram Door—the entrance to Max’s Soul Palace. + +"Once you’re gone, I’ll destroy the door and take full control of your body." + +His laughter echoed through the void. + +Then— + +He turned to glance at the two new worlds that had been summoned by Max. + +The first— + +A world of pure white. + +A blank canvas. A void of nothingness. + +There was no color. No movement. No sound. + +Just endless white. + +The second— + +A fairy-tale-like paradise. + +Lush green fields stretched infinitely, with massive ancient trees, their leaves glowing softly with ethereal light. + +The air was rich, alive, pulsing with something… powerful. + +It was the exact opposite of the first world. + +The phantom barely spared a glance at the white world, dismissing it as insignificant. + +But— + +When he turned to look at the fairy-like world— + +Something within him stirred. + +Something deep in his very soul trembled. + +A feeling he hadn’t experienced in centuries. + +Fear. + +The phantom’s expression darkened. + +His instincts screamed at him to look away. + +But he couldn’t. + +His violet eyes locked onto the fairy-like world, unable to tear his gaze away. + +’Why am I feeling this way?!’ + +His breathing became uneven, his mind racing. + +This was just another of Max’s dimensions. + +Something tied to his class. + +There was nothing in this boy’s soul or abilities that should be capable of harming him. + +Nothing except the black flames. + +And yet— + +This feeling of dread— + +This unshakable, primal terror— + +Came from this place. + +’My soul force is far stronger than his… so why do I feel like I should run?’ + +He clenched his fists. + +Something was wrong. + +And then— + +The door to the fairy-like world pulsed. + +A silent tremor rippled through the void. + +Then— + +A presence surged forth. + +Something… or someone… from within the fairy-like world… had awakened. + +And then the phantom— + +Felt fear. + +Felt true fear. + +Fear from the bottom of his soul. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-19.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-19.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a498ecd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-19.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 19: Research and Training" +slug: "ch-19" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 19 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1152 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood before a Z-shaped building where a red laser-like imprint scanned his entire body. + +"Max Morgan, 04, confirmed." + +After the scan was completed, the door opened, and he walked in. Max went directly to take a bath before doing anything else—he smelled like goblins all the way.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +It didn't take long for him to finish bathing. He wore a white T-shirt with a dark blue shirt and pants. After combing his hair, he immediately arrived at his computer. + +His computer was a small circular device placed on the table, with two red and blue buttons on it. Max pushed the blue button, causing a holographic screen to appear above the device. + +The holographic display didn't seem like a hologram at all; instead, it resembled a monitor or other output devices used to display data. + +Moments later, a holographic keyboard appeared on the table. + +"If I want to join the Phoenix Order guild, which is a fire elemental guild, then I need to have a skill related to fire," Max murmured as he searched the extranet for an F-rank fire elemental dungeon that could provide fire-related skills. + +A list appeared in his vision with the names of several F-rank dungeons: + +– Salamander Cave - F Rank + +– Ghost Fire Jungle - F Rank + +– Burning Wilds - F Rank + +– Flaming Sea - F Rank + +Max checked the details of every dungeon and found that only Burning Wilds had a secret chamber where a fire-related skill could be obtained. Even so, it was a long shot, as it had been years since anyone found the secret chamber in the Burning Wilds dungeon. + +"With my Three Dimensional Body skill, I can find the secret chamber. So, this is the best choice for me," Max decided as he evaluated the other options. "If push comes to shove, I'll go for the boss-rank monster—it should drop a fire elemental skill too." + +He could buy a fire elemental skill if he had any UNI left, but all the money his parents and sister had left him had been used up. Now, he only had a few hundred UNI, which he knew wouldn't be enough for a skill. + +'I need at least a thousand UNI for that,' Max sighed and finalized his next dungeon. + +"I can also earn some money and get a skill from this F-rank dungeon," he planned before heading to his bedroom. + +"Before heading into the Burning Wilds dungeon, let's level up every skill to level 100," Max smiled in excitement. He couldn't wait to see what level of strength he could achieve with every skill at level 100. + +"Let's see... Swift Dash, Basic Sword Arts, Magic Bullets, and Flurry Strike," he muttered softly. "These are the four skills I need to level up. If I spend two days on each skill, I should be done within a week." Max planned an intense retreat for the entire week. + +'Alright, it doesn't matter if I go mad or not—I will train for a whole week continuously in the Dimension of Time,' Max clenched his fists in determination. 'But first, let me eat something and prepare food for the whole week.' + +--- + +A week wasn't a short time, but it wasn't long either. It passed quickly as the sun set and rose a few times. + +For Max, however, this week had been hell. Except for basic human needs, he had spent nearly 168 years training in his Dimension of Time. He trained, trained, and trained some more. + +But it wasn't easy. He almost lost himself several times in the soundless, colorless white world where only he seemed to exist. The emptiness of the place drove him to the brink of madness. + +Sometimes, he forgot why he was training and wandered aimlessly for days before regaining his senses. While at times, he would find himself just staring at the white abyss before him blankly. + +It was incredibly difficult for him to endure 168 years in such a place. It was his first time training for so long, and he almost regretted it. The experience severely tested his perseverance and resolve. Yet, he didn't give up, continuing with his goal of becoming stronger and finding his sister and family. + +"I almost went mad in there..." Max muttered, shuddering at the memory. He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had been lost forever, unable to find his way back. + +Still, a smile graced his face. He had successfully accomplished what he had planned for the week, making all his hard work feel worthwhile. + +'All my skills are now at level 100,' Max thought excitedly as he opened his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 3 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Physique: 5.5 + +– Soul: 6.6 + +– Energy: 8 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-100), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-100), Swift Dash (Lvl-100), Flurry Strike (Lvl-100)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +--- + +"It's so satisfying to see all my skills at level 100," Max chuckled, though one row displayed a glaring level 1. + +"Sword Aura..." he muttered. He had spent a year training in Sword Aura, but he saw little progress in that area. Instead, it was his improved mastery of Basic Sword Arts that brought an unexpected breakthrough. + +With each step forward in his swordsmanship, he felt his control over Sword Aura increase significantly, as if the two were intrinsically linked. + +He drew his sword and held it aloft. In an instant, it was covered in a light blue glow. His mastery of Sword Aura had improved to the point that he could activate it instantly. + +"But its rank is still only level 1..." Max sighed. He deduced that Sword Aura probably had very few levels, with each increase being far more significant than those of other skills. + +"Though I did learn a trick or two on how to effectively use Sword Aura other then using in close combat." He muttered. "If only its level was high I could do much more than that." + +With so much time in the Dimension of Time, he managed to skillfully learn how to use the Sword Aura effectively but he always felt he had been doing something wrong like he was missing something very important. + +"But that doesn't matter. I'll learn more about Sword Aura after I join the Phoenix Order guild," Max murmured. He had received a message from Zixi two days ago, confirming that Zixi's father would recommend him if he passed the test. + +'The Phoenix Order guild will start recruiting geniuses at the beginning of next month, and Zixi mentioned her father summoned me at the end of this month,' he thought. 'I still have 20 days left.' + +'I'll rest today and head to the Burning Wilds dungeon tomorrow,' Max decided before going to bed, even though it was only 10 o'clock in the morning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-190.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-190.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5dbed2e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-190.md @@ -0,0 +1,486 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 190: Soul Force Overflowing" +slug: "ch-190" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 190 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1347 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Then— + +SHAAAA! + +From the depths of the fairy-like world, something emerged. + +A blood-red vine. + +It shot forward with unnatural speed, faster than a thought, faster than light. + +The moment it appeared— + +The phantom’s soul trembled. + +Its presence alone was enough to send waves of terror through his very existence. + +A feeling of absolute dread—one he had never experienced before. + +’DANGER!’ + +His instincts screamed. + +This was it. + +This was the source of his fear. + +Without hesitation, the phantom acted. + +His overwhelming soul force surged outward, forming an impenetrable shield around him. + +A barrier so dense, it could withstand even the most powerful soul attacks. + +"You won’t reach me!" he roared, pouring every ounce of his might into the defense. + +But then— + +The vine didn’t stop. + +It didn’t crash into the barrier. + +It didn’t shatter against his power. + +It simply— + +Passed through. + +Effortlessly. + +Like his shield didn’t exist. + +Like his power was meaningless. + +"IMPOSSIBLE!" + +The phantom’s violet eyes widened in sheer horror. + +"NO!" + +He roared, his voice filled with panic and fury. + +He refused to accept this. + +He refused to die like this. + +Tens of grey color swords materialized, hovering around him like deadly fangs. + +Each one was a manifestation of his very soul—a solid, refined form of his existence. + +These swords had been unstoppable. + +They had shattered Max’s soul. + +There was nothing they couldn’t pierce. + +And yet— + +SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! + +The swords shot forward, slashing at the blood-red vine. + +CLANG! + +The moment they struck— + +The vine didn’t break. + +Didn’t tear. + +Didn’t even flinch. + +Instead— + +The grey swords shattered. + +One after another. + +Like fragile glass. + +"WHAT?!" + +The phantom’s eyes widened in pure horror. + +"HOW?!" + +These weren’t just weapons. + +These were extensions of his soul itself. + +Yet— + +They held no power against this vine. + +Nothing. + +Not a scratch. + +Not a dent. + +As if they were nothing but twigs before a storm. + +And in that moment— + +The truth sank in. + +His power—his thousands of years of accumulation— + +Was useless. + +The phantom trembled. + +For the first time in his existence— + +He felt true helplessness. + +Just then— + +The red vine closed in. + +The phantom man trembled, his violet eyes wild with panic. + +With his last ounce of strength, he formed a sword in his hand—a desperate attempt to fight back. + +His expression twisted with fear as he swung it down with all his might. + +SLASH! + +CRACK! + +The sword shattered instantly upon contact. + +Not even a scratch was left on the vine. + +And then— + +The red vine coiled around him completely. + +It was then he felt the soul force leaving his body. + +"NO! MY SOUL! MY SOUL FORCE!" + +His screams pierced through the void, his voice filled with terror and agony. + +He could feel it— + +The red vine was devouring his soul. + +And it was happening at a rate far faster than even Max’s black flames. + +His thousands of years of accumulation— + +His power. + +His will. + +Everything. + +It was all being sucked away. + +He struggled. Desperately. + +He thrashed against the vine. + +He tried to pour his remaining soul force into one last attack. + +But it was futile. + +"DAMN IT! I CAN’T FAIL AT THIS STAGE! I CAN’T!" + +His voice cracked, filled with despair and rage. + +He had waited for ten thousand years for this moment. + +He had planned for everything. + +And yet— + +Here he was. + +Dying. + +Not in battle. + +Not by an enemy’s hands. + +But by a plant. + +His ethereal body flickered, becoming transparent. + +The last of his soul force was draining away. + +He felt his very existence crumbling. + +And finally— + +He understood. + +He was bound to fail. + +"WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!" + +His voice was shattered with hysteria, his once-proud arrogance gone. + +He had waited years for this moment. + +He had prepared for everything. + +And yet— + +"Only to get my soul sucked by a plant?!" + +His voice cracked, full of disbelief. + +But there was no one to answer him. + +No one to save him. + +His form became nothing but a flicker. + +And in his final moment, his voice dropped into a whisper. + +"Fate gave me hope… only to take it all away…" Your journey continues on freewebnovel + +Then— + +He was gone. + +His soul fully consumed. + +Erased. + +Not even a single trace of his existence remained. + +— + +As the phantom man vanished, his existence erased forever, something changed. + +A pink hue began to radiate from Max’s dim form. + +At first— + +It was faint. + +A soft, gentle glow. + +But then— + +It intensified. + +Brighter. Stronger. + +Until it was blinding. + +The pink radiance pulsed, growing to an all-time high, filling every corner of the Soul Palace. + +Then— + +Max felt it. + +A surge of pure, overwhelming energy coursing through his being. + +His wounds— + +The slash marks that had once weakened him— + +They began to fade. + +Disappearing slowly, but surely. + +It was as if his very soul was healing. + +The life force that was draining away also began to increase slowly. + +He no longer felt weak. + +All his memories returned as well. + +And then— + +’My soul force is increasing…’ + +Max’s eyes widened. + +The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. + +It was pure. Raw. Limitless. + +A force that didn’t just restore him— + +It transformed him. + +From an unknown source, soul force poured into him endlessly. + +His body shook, unable to contain it all. + +His very soul was evolving. + +’It’s not stopping!’ + +In mere moments— + +His Soul Stat surpassed its previous limit. + +And yet— + +It kept rising. + +Higher. + +Faster. + +Stronger. + +’I’m overflowing with soul force!’ + +Max was amazed, feeling the sheer depth of power within him. + +This was not just recovery. + +This was growth beyond anything he had ever experienced. + +Then— + +DING! + +A notification flashed in his vision. + +[Soul increased by 20] + +Max’s heart pounded. + +"An increase of 20 stats?! That’s insane!" + +He had never gained so much soul force in a single moment before. + +Although Max hadn’t seen exactly what happened, he understood. + +He understood that the soul force that poured into him was of the owner of the temple. + +His force had been split into two parts— + +Half had been transferred to him. + +The other half? + +It had been devoured by the red vine. + +And that red vine— + +It wasn’t just a random force. + +It was a part of the Spirit growing in the Dimension of Spirit. + +Born from Max’s own blood. + +Max had checked on it before. + +Back then, it had been nothing more than a small stem with a single leaf. + +But now? + +It had grown vines. + +Not just any vines. + +But ones that could consume a soul. + +His pink eyes flickered. + +’From the information I got from the spirit… soul force is an essential part of its growth.’ + +That meant— + +The moment the phantom’s soul was sensed by the spirit in Max’s body— + +The Spirit instinctively acted. + +It devoured him completely. + +And in doing so— + +It split the absorbed soul force in half. + +Half went to Max. + +The other half? + +The Spirit took it for its own growth. + +’Though the connection between us is very unique.’ + +Max could feel it now. + +A subtle connection. + +It was faint— + +But it was there. + +A thread linking his mind to the Spirit. + +’It seems because the Spirit is connected to me by blood… our thoughts are linked.’ + +His heart pounded. + +This wasn’t just a simple contract. + +This was deeper. + +The Spirit wasn’t just something he summoned. + +It was something that grew with him. + +That meant— + +If it grew stronger… so did he. + +In the end, he sighed. + +’It was a close call.’ + +Max took a deep breath. + +He knew it now. + +He had been one step away from death. + +One step away from losing everything. + +If he hadn’t used his last efforts to open all of his dimensional doors… + +He would have died. + +The phantom would have taken his body. + +And no one would have been able to stop him. + +Instead— + +Max won. + +Not through sheer strength. + +Not through an overwhelming attack. + +But through a gamble that paid off. + +’I guess this is what’s called fortune in misfortune.’ + +He sighed. + +Then— + +He clenched his fist. + +His soul force burned brighter than ever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-191.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-191.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b50195 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-191.md @@ -0,0 +1,382 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 191: A Unique Physique?" +slug: "ch-191" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 191 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1371 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +’I guess this is also a lesson for me.’ + +Max frowned, his pink eyes reflecting deep thought. + +This time, he had been lucky. + +But he understood a brutal truth. + +Luck wouldn’t always save him. + +Next time, he might not survive. + +Next time, there might be no Spirit Vine to save him. + +He needed to get stronger. + +Not just in combat. + +Not just in raw power. + +But in every possible way. + +Sighing deeply, Max steadied himself. + +The battle was over. + +He was alive. + +And now— + +It was time to move forward. + +His gaze shifted to the doors surrounding him. + +Each one leading to a different dimension connected to his class. + +And then— + +His eyes locked onto the Tai Chi Diagram Door. + +The entrance to his Soul Palace. + +’Now that my soul force has increased tremendously…’ + +His fists clenched. + +’It should be easy for me to break open the door to the Soul Palace.’ + +This had been his goal from the beginning. + +To fully unlock his soul’s potential. + +Now— + +He finally had the power to do it. + +But that wasn’t all. + +After unlocking his Soul Palace— + +He needed to visit the Dimension of Spirit. + +’I can feel the calling from the spirit... Though it hasn’t fully born yet, I can still feel it wants to see me.’ + +It had saved his life. + +But he knew nothing about it. + +He needed to learn how its growth been going. + +He needed to know what it would need to accelerate the growth even further. + +What it could become. + +And— + +If it could grow strong enough to help in any way it could. + +’But before that…’ + +Max checked his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Apprentice] + +– Level: 7 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 16.2 + +– Soul: 33.1 + +– Energy: 30.5 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits, Dimension of Flames] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Barrage (Lvl-78), Advanced Sword Arts (Lvl-70), Phantom Dash (Lvl-78), Celestial Tempest (Lvl-40), Flame Genesis (Lvl-57), Abyssal Coating (Lvl-67), Eternal Bulwark (Lvl-45), Sky Float (Lvl-80)]1 + +– Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-2), Flame Aura (Lvl-2), Lightning Aura (Lvl-2), Space Aura (Lvl-1)] + +—» Fusion State: [Sword + Flame] - [21%] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [15] + +—» Dragon Scales: [300] + +--- + +’It’s good.’ + +Max smiled, his eyes scanning his improved stats. + +His power had grown in every area—a transformation beyond what he had expected. + +But he didn’t dwell on it. + +There was something more important. + +His gaze shifted— + +Locking onto the Tai Chi Diagram Door. + +The door to his Soul Palace. + +’Let’s do this.’ + +Max concentrated, his right fist clenching as it began to glow with a silver hue. + +The energy was calm, yet powerful—like the force of an unstoppable tide. + +Before— + +He had to borrow the soul force leaking from the Soul Palace just to land a single blow on the door.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +But now? + +With his overwhelming soul force, it was effortless. + +As natural as breathing. + +— + +Taking a deep breath. + +Max stepped forward. + +His left leg planted firmly, his glowing fist arched back. + +He gathered all of his strength, his silver light intensifying. + +Then— + +"BREAK!" + +He threw his punch. + +BOOM! + +A thunderous shockwave erupted, rippling through the entire space. + +The Tai Chi Diagram Door trembled. + +The impact was so great that the black clouds beneath his feet liquefied— + +Turning into an ocean of black water in an instant. + +Then— + +CRACK! + +A single fracture appeared on the door. + +For a moment, it held. + +And then— + +CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! + +The fractures spread like lightning— + +Until— + +SHATTER! + +The door broke apart, fragmenting like a mirror smashed into a thousand pieces. + +The pieces glowed for a moment, then vanished into nothingness. + +Max stared ahead. + +Beyond the now-broken door— + +Was his Soul Palace. + +Just then notifications appeared in Max’s vision. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for opening the Soul Palace!] + +[Soul increased by 10] + +[Soul Palace opened before reaching the peak of Apprentice Rank...] + +[Calculating additional benefits...] + +[Soul increased by 10] + +[Met one of the three conditions to unlock a unique physique: 1/3] + +As the notifications flooded his vision, Max felt it again— + +A massive surge in his soul force. + +This time, it wasn’t just a slight improvement. + +It was an obvious, overwhelming increase. + +On the same scale as when he had absorbed the soul force of the temple’s owner. + +His entire being pulsed with newfound power. + +A feeling of weightlessness settled over him—yet at the same time, he felt more grounded than ever before. + +An increase of 20 points was no joke. + +The Soul Stat was unique. + +Unlike Physique and Energy, where increases were noticeable, the Soul Stat was the only one where every increment was below 1 in almost all ranks. + +This made soul cultivation one of the hardest paths to walk. + +It was a stat that grew at a painfully slow pace—so slow that most barely noticed any difference unless they encountered a miracle or an opportunity. + +But— + +That was precisely why the increase in soul force from breaking open the Soul Palace was so welcomed. + +It wasn’t just a boost in power. + +It was a breakthrough. + +A true transformation that only a few ever experienced. + +Most importantly— + +Opening the Soul Palace was the first step to cultivating one’s soul. + +Just like how warriors cultivated Energy, refining and increasing their ranks— + +This was the first step in cultivating the Soul. + +But unlike energy cultivation, which had a clear, structured path— + +Soul cultivation was different. + +It was a path where one had to build their own roads. + +A journey where the destination was unknown. + +Those who walked it had no idea if the roads they were building would lead them to a realm beyond human limits— + +Or if they were merely digging their own graves. + +This was why only a few dared to step onto this path. + +Because no one knew what lay beyond it. + +Despite the dangers— + +For most, breaking open the Soul Palace was mandatory if they hoped to reach the Adept Rank. + +Just as— + +Adept Rank experts were required to break open their Gate of Life when they reached their peak. + +Without this step— + +They could never advance to Seeker Rank. + +It was a crucial bottleneck. + +One that separated the strong from the truly powerful. + +’Now my soul force is so high…’ + +Max’s smile widened as he felt the sheer depth of his soul power. + +It was no longer just a hidden stat. + +It was a force that could rival his physical strength. + +’Even if someone tries to trap me in an illusion… it probably won’t even affect me.’ + +Illusions worked by invading the soul, manipulating thoughts, memories, and perception. + +But now— + +His soul force had become so overwhelming that it would be nearly impossible to deceive him. + +It was like trying to drown a dragon in a shallow puddle. + +His attention shifted to the last notification that had appeared. + +’Three conditions… and a unique physique?’ + +Max’s pink eyes gleamed with intrigue. + +’Interesting. But… there’s no mention of what the other two conditions are.’ + +He had only fulfilled one condition so far— + +But what about the other two? + +He had no idea. + +’It’s another mystery…’ + +And mysteries were something he had too many of lately. + +Still— + +He decided to set it aside for now. + +There was no point in worrying about something he had no way of solving yet. + +For now— + +There was only one thing that mattered. + +His Soul Palace. + +With the door shattered, the entrance stood open before him. + +He could feel the energy within, pulsing, waiting for him to step inside. + +And so— + +With a deep breath, Max focused. + +And then— + +He stepped forward. + +Into the unknown depths of his Soul Palace. + +Skill Evolutions: + +—Magic Bullets(Common) — Magic Sword Bullets (Uncommon) — Magic Sword Barrage (Rare) + +—Basic Sword Arts(Common) — Intermediate Sword Arts (Uncommon) — Advance Sword Arts (Rare) + +—Dash (common) — Super Dash(Uncommon) — Phantom Dash (Rare) + +—Flurry Strike (Rare) — Barrage Strike(Epic) — Celestial Tempest (Legendary) + +—Infernal Coating (Uncommon) — Molten Coating (Rare) — Abyssal Coating (Epic) + +—Ten Directional Shield (Rare) — Omni Guard (Epic) — Eternal Bulwark(Legendary) + +Stay updated with freewebnovel + +—Float (Common) — Wind Float (Uncommon) — Sky Float (Rare) \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-192.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-192.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c0e07d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-192.md @@ -0,0 +1,428 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 192: Transformation of Soul Force" +slug: "ch-192" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 192 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1334 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max stepped inside his Soul Palace, the world around him shifted. + +The darkness of the void faded away, replaced by— + +A vast expanse of floating golden spheres. + +There were hundreds of thousands of them. + +Endless. + +Shimmering. + +Floating in an endless sea of light. + +Each sphere varied in size. + +Some were as small as his fingers. Read new chapters at freewebnovel + +Others were as massive as colossal giants, looming like golden suns. + +They hovered silently, drifting with a gentle pulse—as if they were alive. + +Max’s eyes flickered as he took in the sight. + +He had never seen anything like this before. + +’Is this my soul force?’ + +The thought echoed in his mind as he slowly turned his gaze across the countless golden spheres. + +He reached out— + +His fingertips brushed against one of the smaller spheres. + +A pulse of energy ran through him. + +Warm. Familiar. + +It was as if he had touched a part of himself. + +A part of his existence. + +If this truly was his soul force… + +Then that meant— + +This world wasn’t just a space. + +It was him. + +A physical manifestation of his very being. + +And now— + +For the first time— + +He had stepped inside it. + +As Max floated among the golden spheres, his gaze was drawn elsewhere. + +To an area where the golden spheres were scarce. + +Unlike the rest of the vast expanse, which overflowed with soul energy, this region felt… empty. + +And at the center of this emptiness— + +A single transparent sphere. + +It was colorless. + +Silent. + +Floating alone, detached from the countless orbs surrounding it. + +It was massive— about the same size as Max himself. + +But what truly caught his attention— + +Was what lay inside it. + +Inside the transparent sphere, there were two things. + +⬛ A mass of small black cube. + +🔴 A red, seed-like object. + +The black cubes seemed… familiar. + +A strange pull in his soul made him feel connected to them. + +As if they were a part of him. + +Then— + +His eyes widened in realization. + +’The Tai Chi Diagram… the black part!’ + +He immediately understood. + +The black cubes were connected to the dark half of the Tai Chi Diagram— + +The same darkness that once sealed his Soul Palace. + +And since the white half was missing… + +There was no white counterpart to the cubes. + +But then— + +His gaze shifted to the other object— + +The red seed. + +It radiated an energy unlike anything he had ever encountered before. + +Something ancient. + +Something dormant. + +But most of all— + +Something that was waiting to awaken. + +Max stared at the transparent sphere, his mind racing. + +’But what’s with the red seed?’ + +Max’s gaze lingered on the strange object. + +Unlike the black cubes, which felt connected to him— + +The red seed felt… different. + +Foreign. + +Almost like it didn’t belong inside him. + +He couldn’t sense anything from it. + +No aura. + +No presence. + +No connection. + +It was completely silent. + +As if it was just an object floating in his soul. + +Yet— + +He instinctively knew that wasn’t the case. + +Because things that existed in the Soul Palace weren’t just objects. + +They were representations of something deeper. + +Max contemplated. + +The red seed had been in his Soul Palace for years without any visible effect. + +That meant— + +It was probably not dangerous. + +At least, not yet. + +And even if it was— + +What could he do about it? + +It wasn’t like he could just reach into his soul and remove it. + +He sighed, shaking his head. + +’I’ll think about this later.’ + +For now— + +He needed to focus on the matter at hand. + +’Alright… Time to condense my soul into solid form.’ + +Max exhaled, steadying himself. + +He crossed his legs, sitting in a meditative position. + +His mind calmed, his focus sharp. + +Slowly— + +He pressed his palms together, channeling his concentration into the technique. + +The Hundred Refined Threads Soul. + +A technique that allowed him to refine his soul force— + +To turn it from raw soul force into solid threads of power. + +As he activated the technique— + +The golden spheres around him trembled. + +All of them. + +From the smallest ones floating gently… + +To the colossal orbs looming like golden suns. + +They responded to his command. + +But— + +As soon as he tried to control them all at once— + +A sharp pain shot through his mind. + +’Ugh…!’ + +The strain was immense. + +There were too many. + +Hundreds of thousands. + +An ocean of raw soul force, vast and untamed. + +Trying to control them all at once was like trying to move an entire sea with his bare hands. + +It was impossible. + +’I guess this is also the reason why people condense their soul force into solid forms… for better control.’ + +Max mused, understanding the core purpose behind this technique. + +Raw soul force was too chaotic. + +It was like a wild storm, impossible to command in its current state. + +That’s why— + +The first step to true mastery was to refine it. + +To turn it from scattered energy into something precise, something controllable. + +He shifted his focus to a single small golden sphere. + +One among the countless hundreds of thousands floating around him. + +He activated Hundred Refined Threads Soul. + +Slowly— + +Carefully— + +He began to unravel the sphere. + +It was like pulling apart dots of golden particles— + +Each particle delicate, resisting separation. + +Little by little, the golden sphere fragmented into tiny dots— + +Tiny golden particles that hovered in the air. + +But— + +It was far harder than he had expected. + +If his focus wavered even slightly— + +The golden particles would merge back together, reforming the sphere. + +Undoing all of his effort. + +’Damn… it’s so delicate.’ + +He realized that this process couldn’t be rushed. + +Soul condensation required absolute precision. + +It was like sculpting glass. + +One mistake— + +And everything he had done would turn futile. + +Time drifted away as Max continued his meticulous work. + +The golden sphere, once solid and whole, was slowly unraveling. + +Bit by bit— + +It transformed. + +At first, only half of it had broken down into tiny golden particles, leaving behind a hemisphere of condensed soul force. + +But Max didn’t let that distract him. + +He didn’t rush. + +He didn’t force the process. + +He simply continued. + +Maintaining absolute focus. + +Maintaining absolute control. + +Every particle needed to be freed. + +Every piece needed to be perfect. + +Finally— + +After an entire hour of relentless concentration— + +The golden sphere was gone. + +In its place— + +A floating cloud of tiny particles. + +They hovered before him, shimmering like a small golden nebula. + +Max exhaled slowly, his body relaxing. + +’Finally… I did it.’ + +The first step was done. + +The sphere was no longer a sphere. + +Now— + +It was a raw, unrefined cloud of pure soul force. + +But this was only the beginning. + +Now, he had to take the next step. + +The most important step. + +’The first part is done… Now for the second.’ + +Max’s eyes gleamed with focus. + +The tiny golden particles he had unraveled from the sphere floated around him like shimmering dust, waiting to be shaped. + +This was the true challenge. + +He had successfully broken down his soul force into its purest form— + +Now, he had to restructure it into something more solid. + +In his case, a thread. + +Following the Hundred Refined Threads Soul technique, Max carefully manipulated the particles. + +Instead of letting them drift freely— + +He guided them. + +Layer by layer. + +Piece by piece. + +They slowly began to stack on top of each other. + +Merging. + +Condensing. + +From scattered dust, they started to form a single, fine thread. + +Thin. + +Delicate. + +Yet stronger than before. + +It was no longer a loose cloud of energy. + +Now— + +It had structure. + +It had form. + +"The first thread…." + +Max muttered, staring at his creation. + +A thin golden strand hovered before him, radiating a faint pulse of energy. + +It was just one. + +A single thread. + +But he knew— + +This was only the beginning. + +To truly master the technique— + +He needed to create hundreds. + +To weave them together— + +To refine them further— + +Until his entire soul force was composed of unbreakable threads. + +’This will take time… but once it’s done, I’ll be far stronger than before.’ + +He clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-193.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-193.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54283a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-193.md @@ -0,0 +1,434 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 193: Miniature Sun" +slug: "ch-193" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 193 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1388 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +With renewed focus, he turned his attention to another golden sphere. + +And then another. + +And another. + +One Week Later… + +Inside the vast space of his Soul Palace— + +A breathtaking sight unfolded. + +Thousands of fine, golden threads hovered around Max. + +Some floated above him, swaying like delicate silk strands. + +Some drifted below, pulsing faintly with power. + +Others simply hovered in the air, like a constellation of veins woven from his very soul. + +Max exhaled, his eyes flickering with pride and satisfaction. + +"It’s done." + +For the first time, his soul was no longer raw energy. + +It was refined. Structured. Controlled. + +Each thread represented a fragment of his soul force, but unlike before— + +They were no longer wild and chaotic. + +They were sharp. Precise. Powerful. + +Max stared at the threads, deep in thought. + +"In the Adept Rank, I should be able to transform them into a more definite solid shape." + +This was just the first stage— + +A necessary step toward true mastery. + +But he had already paved the foundation. + +When the time came— + +These threads would no longer be mere strands. + +They would become weapons. Shields. Constructs of pure soul force. + +’The stronger I grow, the more I can do with them.’ + +Max clenched his fists, determination burning inside him. + +Before leaving— + +His eyes instinctively drifted to the transparent sphere. + +The black cube. + +The red seed. + +Still silent. Still unreadable. + +For now— + +They remained a mystery. + +Something he would have to understand later. + +With a shake of his head, Max turned away. + +It wasn’t time for that yet. + +With a deep breath, he focused his will. + +And then— + +His form faded from within the Soul Palace. + +As Max reappeared, he found himself exactly where he had disappeared. + +But now— + +Something had changed. + +The blue orb of light was gone. + +Vanished. + +Leaving behind only him and the door with the sun symbol. + +Max’s gaze locked onto the ancient door. + +It stood tall and imposing, carved with the radiant emblem of the sun. + +Its surface glowed faintly, as if waiting for something— + +For him. + +"Now, all that’s left is the door." + +He took a step forward, reaching out— + +But then— + +A faint hum echoed through the chamber. + +The door pulsed. + +And Max felt it. + +A strange energy radiating from the sun symbol. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +’What lies beyond this door?’ + +He thought. + +He had unlocked his Soul Palace. + +He had refined his soul force. + +But now— + +All that left was the door. Find your next read at freewebnovel + +Max paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. + +Then— + +With steady resolve, he opened the door. + +The moment the door creaked open— + +A wave of scorching heat exploded outward. + +Inside the room— + +A colossal sphere of fire hovered in the air, burning with an intensity that defied logic. + +It was not just a flame. + +It was a star. + +A miniature sun. + +The sheer heat radiating from it was enough to set the very air ablaze. + +And in an instant— + +The entire area outside the room caught fire. + +Max felt the full force of the heat. + +It was unbearable. + +A temperature that could melt steel. + +That could turn mountains to ash. + +Yet— + +His 300 Dragon Scales protected his body. + +He remained unharmed. + +But— + +SIZZLE! + +His clothes weren’t as fortunate. + +The moment they were exposed to the flames— + +They ignited instantly. + +Burning away into nothing. + +Leaving Max standing shirtless, his muscular body exposed + +Though he barely even flinched. + +Instead, his eyes remained locked on the massive sphere of flames. + +’What the hell is this thing?’ + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +’Let’s see up close.’ + +A green sphere of energy materialized around him, acting as a protective barrier. + +The moment it enclosed him— + +The unbearable heat from the flaming sphere was blocked. + +Now, he could move freely. + +He cautiously stepped closer to the colossal sphere of fire. + +Its blazing form pulsed, radiating a strange energy— + +But… + +That was all it did. + +It just floated there, burning endlessly. + +No movement. + +No reaction. + +Just pure, uncontained flames. + +Max frowned. + +’What is the point of this?’ + +This entire place had been built with purpose. + +There was no way someone would just store a massive ball of fire for no reason. + +Yet— + +No runes. + +No markings. + +No instructions. + +Just an empty room with a burning sphere. + +Max glanced around, searching for any hidden clues. + +Nothing. + +’This is strange…’ + +He had expected some kind of inheritance, a powerful artifact, or at the very least, an explanation. + +But there was nothing here except the fire. + +Max sighed, shaking his head. + +’I’ll ask that blob. He might know something.’ + +With that thought, he turned around and exited the room. + +CLANG! + +The moment he stepped outside— + +The door with the sun symbol slammed shut automatically. + +The heat from the room vanished instantly. + +As if it had been sealed away again. + +Max narrowed his eyes at the door. + +This wasn’t just a normal chamber. + +There was something more to it. + +He just didn’t know what. + +Yet. + +But one thing was certain— + +Whatever that ball of fire was— + +It wasn’t meant to just sit there forever. + +’I should check this big room… maybe I’ll find some techniques.’ + +Max’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he began shuffling through the bookshelves. + +There were dozens—no, hundreds of books neatly arranged on the racks. + +As he skimmed through them— + +He realized that the temple master had a wide range of interests. + +Books on elemental laws—but nothing that caught his eye. + +Records of past battles—but they were just historical accounts. + +Cultivation theories—but nothing practical. + +Most of them were useless to him. + +But he still collected them and kept them all to himself. + +’Ugh, he sure liked to collect books… but not the kind I need.’ + +Yet, he didn’t stop. + +He continued searching. + +Just then— + +Something caught his attention. + +A book with a familiar name. + +"Compendium of Golems" + +The author? + +Daniel Winchester. + +Max raised a brow. + +"Hmm… I wonder if he made any progress in creating golems after his initial tests." + +Daniel Winchester, the mad scientist researching on golems, whose make fit lab Max had stumbled upon a while ago. + +It was because of him that he had any interest in golems. + +’I will look into it later.’ + +With that thought, he put the book aside for now. + +And continued his search. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the last few shelves. + +There had to be something. + +Somewhere. + +A skill. + +A technique. + +Anything practical. + +After all— + +If the temple master prepared this place for his return… + +Then surely, he would have stored something useful for himself. + +Right? + +As Max continued his search, his eyes locked onto a book resting among the countless volumes. + +Its title was simple— + +"Sword." + +’What’s this all about?’ + +Without hesitation, he picked up the book and flipped open the first page. + +At first, the content seemed ordinary. + +But as he read further— + +His brows furrowed in deep thought. + +Still, he didn’t stop. + +He read every word of the first page until he reached the very end. + +Then, his eyes widened slightly. + +"I see… So this book is all about how one could go about creating their own sword technique." + +This was not just a sword technique. + +It was a guide—a blueprint for forging something original. + +A path of self-creation, rather than mere imitation. + +Max’s mind raced. + +Had the temple owner been developing his own sword technique when the Nulls invaded Acaris? + +Did he fail to complete it? + +Or was this his personal research, left unfinished because of his downfall? + +’This is good.’ + +If Max could fully grasp the knowledge in this book— + +He could craft a sword technique that was entirely his own. + +Something that no one else had ever seen. + +A technique that could become unstoppable. + +Max stored the book carefully. + +He wasn’t in a rush— + +But he knew this was something worth studying deeply. + +Once he left this place, he would dedicate time to understanding its teachings. + +After searching through the remaining books— + +Max realized there was nothing else he needed. + +There were still valuable records and theories— + +But for now, they weren’t useful to him. + +His eyes turned to the exit gate at the far end of the room. + +"It’s time to leave." + +With one last glance at the ancient chamber— + +He pushed open the door. + +And in an instant— + +Max disappeared from the fifth floor. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-194.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-194.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13f411f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-194.md @@ -0,0 +1,294 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 194: Pitiful Life of Spirits" +slug: "ch-194" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 194 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1312 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max stepped through the door, a strange sensation washed over him. + +It was as if he had just passed through a portal— + +A brief moment of disorientation, like being pulled through space itself. + +And then— + +He found himself standing before the familiar sight of the blob of slime. + +Max blinked. + +Then his eyes narrowed as he recognized his surroundings. + +"Huh? Am I back on the fourth floor?" + +His voice carried a hint of confusion. + +The blob of slime bobbed up and down in excitement. + +Its watery form quivered as it spoke, its tone filled with unmistakable greed and anticipation. + +"So? How did it go? Did you get my master’s inheritance?" + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the blob. + +’From the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to know anything about his master’s plan…’ + +Max had spent enough time in the temple to understand one thing. + +The temple master’s true intentions had been hidden— + +Even from the blob. + +That meant— + +This loyal guardian had been waiting here for thousands of years, completely unaware of what had truly transpired. + +For a moment, Max pondered in silence. + +Would it even matter to tell the blob? + +Would it change anything? + +After all— + +The temple master was dead. + +His so-called "inheritance" had been nothing more than a trap. + +If Max hadn’t fought back, he would have lost everything. + +But in the end— + +He decided. + +"There was this bit of a problem I encountered." Max said glancing at him. + +"What problem?" The blob frowned asked. + +Max told it everything that transpired in the fifth floor causing the blob’s expression to change several times until it was fully shocked. + +He then watched closely as the blob’s form trembled. + +It wasn’t just shock. + +There was something else. + +Something deeper. + +The blob repeated Max’s words, almost in disbelief. + +"You mean… he was alive all along?" + +Its voice was hoarse, filled with years of misunderstanding unraveling in a single moment. + +Max nodded. + +"Kind of. His body was destroyed, but his soul remained in the fifth floor, waiting to steal the body of whoever reached him." + +The blob twitched, as if its entire existence had been thrown into chaos. + +"I see... I understand now..." + +A moment later— + +Its entire form rippled, almost as if it were panicking. + +"All these years… I thought I was trapped in this temple because of a rune formation. I believed my master had set up a restriction on spirits, preventing them from leaving the temple." + +The blob’s voice turned sharp. + +"But it wasn’t that at all! + +It was my master’s own will that kept me here!" + +Max’s eyes flickered in surprise. + +’He was never actually trapped… He was being used.’ + +For the first time, Max saw something unexpected in the blob— + +Resentment. + +A being that had waited for thousands of years, only to realize it had been nothing more than a pawn in a selfish plan. + +Max spoke carefully. + +"You don’t seem sad that your master failed… In fact, I can feel resentment." + +The blob went silent. + +It didn’t deny it. + +Instead, it let out a low, bitter laugh. + +"...You’re not wrong." + +Its form shifted, rippling with mixed emotions. + +The blob sighed, its entire form rippling with emotions it had never voiced before. + +"We spirits were never treated well anywhere in the world." + +Max remained silent, listening intently. + +There was pain in its voice. + +A deep, buried resentment—not just toward its master, but toward the entire world. + +The blob’s tone darkened as it continued. + +"For most, we are nothing but guinea pigs for their experiments, tools in their pursuit of immortality." + +A bitter laugh. Find exclusive content at freewebnovel + +"They believe that since we possess eternal existence, if they can harness our secrets, they too will obtain immortality." + +It paused, as if recalling something distant and painful. + +"That is why most spirits—if not all—are either controlled by massive powers or enslaved by individuals who seek to use us for their own ends." + +Then, its expression shifted—complex, conflicted. + +"My master, Nova Warzuck, was no different. He too sought power… and immortality." + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +Nova Warzuck—The so-called master of the temple. + +A man who deceived even his own spirit. + +The blob continued. + +"But unlike most, he… treated me well. At least, he didn’t trap me in a facility like other spirits, locked away, never to see the light of day or so I thought." + +A slow sigh. + +"Yes, he experimented on me. And yes, I hated it. But… he also saved me." + +Max blinked in surprise. + +That was not what he expected. + +The blob’s voice became quieter. + +"He rescued me from a power that wanted to dissect me for my essence. He protected me. And for that, I was grateful." + +Max could see it clearly— + +The blob didn’t know how to feel. + +It wasn’t just anger. + +It wasn’t just gratitude. + +It was a mess of emotions—an internal war that had lasted for thousands of years. + +The blob turned to Max, its expression unreadable. + +"That’s why I have mixed feelings about him." + +A pause. + +Then, its form trembled slightly. + +"But now… now that I know I was trapped here, abandoned for ten thousand years—" + +"To carry on with his plan." + +A slow, bitter chuckle. + +"Now that I know he never truly died, that everything I believed was a lie…" + +Its body darkened slightly, the color shifting. + +"Truly makes me feel deep resentment against him." + +It continued. + +"I have always hated him for the experiments he conducted on me, treating me as if I was some puppet. But I never once showed him my resentment or this side of mine thinking if I were to tolerate this for a few more years he would treat me well… treat me like an equal… a friend." + +Silence filled the room. + +Max didn’t say anything. + +Because there was nothing to say. + +This was thousands of years of betrayal unraveling at once. + +A deep moment of silence later— + +The blob suddenly turned, its form shifting as a thought struck it. + +"Sigh, forget about me… how did you come back fine if my master’s soul was there on the fifth floor?" + +Its tone wasn’t just curious. + +It was genuinely baffled. + +For the blob, there was no logical way that Max should have walked away unscathed. + +Max shrugged casually, though his eyes held a sharp glint. + +"Your master was meticulous, planning for everything that could go wrong." + +He smirked slightly. + +"But I guess he just chose the wrong candidate for his host." + +A pause. + +Then he added— + +"Or should I say… he was just unlucky." + +And that was the truth. + +If the temple master had chosen anyone else— + +If his host had been anyone but Max— + +Then right now, the temple master would have been reborn. + +Or had he been lucky instead of Max. + +Then Max? + +He would have been erased. + +The blob’s form rippled, its liquid body shifting as it narrowed its eyes at Max. + +"You are indeed very lucky in this case, I guess." + +A brief pause. + +Then, in a solemn tone, the blob continued. + +"My master was very strong in his prime. Even though he didn’t specialize in soul techniques, his soul force should have been enough to kill thousands of people with your level of soul force." + +"Thousands?" + +Max let out a rueful laugh, shaking his head. + +He knew better than anyone just how close he had come to death. + +He hadn’t survived because he was stronger. + +He hadn’t survived because he was more skilled. + +He had survived because of circumstances, instinct, and sheer luck. + +’If I gave up in the end… I wouldn’t be standing here right now.’ + +For the first time, Max truly felt the weight of that battle. + +And he knew— + +That kind of luck wouldn’t last forever. + +If he wanted to survive in the future— + +He would have to become strong enough to never rely on luck again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-195.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-195.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d895f7f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-195.md @@ -0,0 +1,336 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 195: Mystery behind the Miniature Sun" +slug: "ch-195" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 195 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1267 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max crossed his arms and asked casually— + +"By the way… have you ever gone to the fifth floor of this temple?" + +Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel + +The blob of slime bobbed slightly in thought before responding. + +"No, I haven’t. Why do you ask?" + +Max sighed. + +He had hoped that the blob, having been the temple’s guardian for thousands of years, would have some knowledge about the miniature sun he had seen on the fifth floor. + +But it seemed— + +His expectations were too high. + +The blob tilted its form, noticing Max’s reaction. + +"Why do you ask?" + +Max shook his head, shrugging slightly. + +"There was a miniature sun in one of the rooms. A massive ball of fire, burning intensely, hotter than anything I’ve ever felt." + +He paused, recalling the scene vividly. + +"Aside from that… the room was completely empty. I thought you might know something about it, but since you’ve never even entered the fifth floor, I suppose that was too much to expect." + +At first, the blob remained silent. + +But then— + +Its entire form rippled. + +Its eyes narrowed. + +"A miniature sun… a ball of fire…" + +It repeated the words slowly, as if trying to recall something. + +Then— + +It suddenly turned to Max. + +A rare seriousness in its expression. + +"I think I know what you’re talking about." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. + +Then, in an instant, his disappointment was replaced by excitement. + +"You know?!" + +His voice was urgent now. + +He took a step forward. + +"Then tell me—what is that miniature sun?" + +The blob’s form shifted, as if contemplating its answer. + +And then— + +It spoke. + +"If I’m not wrong… that miniature sun you’re talking about is the ’Gold Sun’." + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +The name alone carried weight. + +The blob continued, its voice filled with recollection. + +"My master found this thing in the ’Middle Domain’." + +It paused before adding— + +"At the time, he had no idea what it was, so he stored it inside the temple to study it." + +Then— + +A look of amazement flickered across the blob’s face as it turned back to Max. + +"After years of research, my master speculated that it was a ’treasure’—either something born from nature itself or something that was ’accidentally lost’ by a powerful being." + +Max’s curiosity flared. + +"What kind of treasure?" + +The blob shrugged. + +"That, I don’t know. A treasure could be anything—a weapon, a technique, a skill, an artifact. It depends on what one ’needs’ from it." + +A short pause. + +"However… my master speculated that this miniature sun was an ’artifact’. But in the end, it was only speculation." + +Max nodded slowly, absorbing the information. + +But then— + +Something bothered him. + +"But why is it still on fire after ’ten thousand years’?" + +His eyes widened. + +"That thing has been burning ’nonstop’ for millennia! Most flames would have long since died out, even if they were mystical in nature. But this one... this one has never dimmed!" + +The blob fell into deep thought, murmuring to itself. + +"That is indeed… astonishing." + +It remained still for a moment before whispering— + +"I guess whatever is inside that treasure… may be of the ’Demigod Level’." + +Max’s head snapped toward the blob. + +His expression stiffened in shock. + +"Demigod level?" + +A new term. + +Something he had never heard before. + +"Is that above ’Legendary Rank’?" + +The blob’s expression darkened slightly as it stared at Max. + +"You’ll know that eventually." + +Then, its gaze shifted, turning strangely greedy. + +"So… what did you find in the fifth floor? Any treasures?" + +Max’s expression darkened. + +Not at the blob— + +But at the situation itself. + +"What treasures?" + +His voice carried a hint of irritation. + +"There was nothing in the fifth floor that even hinted at a treasure—aside from hundreds of books your master hoarded." + +A cold sneer formed on his lips. + +"I guess it was a waste of time fighting to become the ’chosen one’ when all it meant was a 99.99% chance of ’dying’." + +His tone was filled with resentment. + +"Hehe," the blob chuckled, unbothered by Max’s frustration. + +"Of course there would be nothing. My master never planned to share his inheritance to begin with." + +Max’s eyes twitched. + +He was already pissed off, and the blob laughing at his misery wasn’t helping. + +Max glared at the blob, but deep down, he knew it wasn’t to blame. + +The blob noticed his look and shrugged. + +"Don’t look at me like that." + +Its voice was nonchalant. + +"Even I didn’t know about my master’s conspiracy. But…" + +It suddenly grinned mischievously. + +"That doesn’t mean I don’t know where all the good stuff is hidden in this temple." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. + +Then— + +His expression changed to one of excitement. + +"You know?!" + +The blob smirked proudly, flashing a cheeky smile. + +"Hmph, of course I know!" + +Max rolled his eyes but quickly regained his composure. + +If this blob was saying there were actual treasures hidden elsewhere in the temple… + +Then there was still something worth claiming. + +Without wasting a second— + +He crossed his arms and gave the blob a sharp look. + +"Then what are you waiting for? Take me there." + +His voice was firm, determined. + +If there was still something valuable left in this temple— + +He wasn’t leaving without it. + +The blob chuckled, its form bouncing with amusement. + +"Hehe, follow me." + +Without hesitation, Max trailed behind as the blob led him to a secluded area within the fourth floor. + +As they walked— + +A massive door came into view. + +But it wasn’t an ordinary door. + +It was entirely formed from mana and runes. + +A blue glow pulsed across its surface, with countless intricate runes swirling along the edges—each one filled with mysterious energy. + +The blob turned to Max and gestured toward the door. + +"This is the entrance to the ’Treasure Chamber’—where my master kept all his most valuable belongings." + +Max’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. + +But before he could speak, the blob sighed. + +"Unfortunately… this door can ’only’ be opened by my master." + +Max frowned hearing it but he didn’t lose hope and observed the door first. + +He took a closer look at the door. + +At its center, there was a perfectly round, empty circle— + +A scanning mechanism, perhaps? + +His mind raced. + +’So many runes…!’ + +He had seen rune locks before— + +But never at this scale. + +Whoever created this door had ensured no one but the temple master could enter. + +Which meant— + +The things inside must have been incredibly valuable. + +Max extended his hand, pressing his fingers against the glowing circle in the center— + +Just to inspect it. + +But then— + +Something unexpected happened. + +The entire door shuddered. + +A deep humming noise echoed through the chamber. + +And before the blob could even react— + +The door began to open. + +The blob froze. + +Its eyes widened in disbelief. + +Max, too, was momentarily stunned. + +Because this door— + +A door that was supposed to only open for the temple master— + +Had just opened by him. + +Max stared in disbelief at the now-open door, his eyes flickering with confusion. + +"Hah? The door opened just like that?" + +His voice carried genuine surprise. + +He turned to the blob, expecting an answer. + +"Was the lock not in place?" + +The blob didn’t respond immediately. + +It just stared at the door, its body rippling in shock. + +Then, finally— + +"Impossible!" + +Its voice quivered. + +"This door has always remained locked! Only my master could open it!" + +A beat of silence. + +Then, it turned to Max—its expression demanding answers. + +"How did you do it?" + +Max shrugged, raising both hands in defense. + +"How would I know?" + +He pointed at the glowing runes that were still flickering around the edges of the door. + +"I just touched it… and it opened." + +His words were casual— + +But inside, even he was questioning it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-196.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-196.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4d04660 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-196.md @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 196. The new owner of the Temple" +slug: "ch-196" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 196 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The blob frowned hard, its gelatinous form shifting uneasily as it examined Max. + +For the first time, it genuinely considered— + +’Could it be… Master succeeded?’ + +Had Nova Warzuck’s plan actually worked? + +Had he taken over Max’s body but—due to some unforeseen issue—failed to erase Max’s soul completely, becoming trapped within the Soul Palace instead? + +The thought sent a chill through the blob. + +Then, it shook its head. + +’No… If Master had successfully entered his Soul Palace, I wouldn’t be seeing Max here. + +With my master’s overwhelming soul power, Max’s soul should have been completely erased.’ + +Something else had happened. + +Something heavily in Max’s favor. + +The blob’s eyes narrowed, and it finally asked— + +"Did my master’s soul enter your Soul Palace?" + +Max shook his head. + +"Nope." + +His voice was calm, confident. + +Then, after a pause— + +He added something else. + +"He was dealt with before he even had the chance to do so." + +The blob blinked. + +It was about to breathe a sigh of relief— + +But then, Max dropped another bombshell. + +"Though… I did absorb half of his soul force." + +The blob froze. + +"...What?" + +It took a moment to fully process Max’s words. + +Then, the blob sighed deeply and shook its head. + +’This kid… is blessed by fate.’ + +No, blessed wasn’t even the right word. + +There were monsters in this world—geniuses beyond human comprehension. + +And then— + +There were those chosen by fate itself. + +And in that moment— + +The blob realized. Your adventure continues at freewebnovel + +Max was one of them. + +The blob smirked, glancing at Max with amusement. + +"You are in luck then." + +Max raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. + +"What do you mean?" + +The blob laughed, its liquid body trembling with excitement. + +It gestured around the temple, then pointed at the now-unlocked treasure chamber. + +"Since you can unlock this door, then there is ’nowhere’ in this temple you can’t go." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +The blob’s grin widened. + +"My master’s soul must have been connected to this temple and ’everything inside’." + +It paused, letting the words sink in before continuing— + +"His plan was to take over your body. But even if he had succeeded, it would have still been ’his’ soul on the inside—so the temple would continue to recognize ’him’ as its master." + +Then, its smirk deepened. + +"But he never predicted that all his planning would go to waste encountering ’you’." + +Max’s eyes slightly widened. + +The blob chuckled. + +"I don’t know how you did it, but after destroying his soul and absorbing part of it…" + +It pointed directly at Max. + +"You ’literally’ replaced him as the new master of this temple." + +"I did?!" + +Max’s voice held disbelief. + +He had expected to gain some benefits from defeating the temple master’s soul— + +But to be acknowledged as the new master of the entire temple?! + +That was on a completely different level. + +The blob grinned mischievously. + +"Don’t believe me?" + +Its voice was filled with teasing confidence. + +"Think of heading to the fifth floor… and see what happens." + +Max frowned slightly, wondering what the blob truly meant. + +Then— + +He decided to test it. + +’I want to enter the fifth floor again.’ + +The moment that thought crossed his mind— + +Swish! + +A blue portal appeared directly in front of him. + +His entire body stiffened for a moment. + +His eyes flickered with astonishment. + +"What the—?" + +The blob smirked, watching Max’s reaction with satisfaction. + +"Now do you understand?" + +Max slowly turned to look at the blob. + +His voice was filled with awe and realization. + +"I really… became the master of this temple?" + +Max had never expected something this outrageous— + +But then again, he wasn’t complaining. + +If he could control the temple at will— + +Then there were endless possibilities for what he could do. + +Max’s lips curled into a grin, his mood lifted by the sheer excitement. + +"Let’s see if there’s anything worth taking inside this treasury." + +The blob chuckled, its own greed unmistakable. + +Without wasting a second, they both stepped inside. + +And the moment they did— + +They froze. + +What lay before them was beyond overwhelming. + +The treasure chamber was an enormous room, stretching further than Max had initially thought. + +But what truly stood out— + +Was how the treasures were scattered carelessly across the floor. + +Armor, swords, artifacts, skill scrolls, rare materials… + +Everything was thrown away like junk. + +Like someone had been hoarding treasures for thousands of years… + +And had simply dumped them here without a second thought. + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. + +The sheer amount of valuable items was unbelievable. + +"I’ve never seen so many treasures in one place before…" + +His voice was filled with awe. + +The blob, too, was grinning, its liquid body shimmering with greed. + +"Heh, I believe this is my master’s entire fortune since he started his journey." + +Max nodded slowly, his mind racing. + +"That explains it…" + +Only someone who had spent centuries traveling the world, collecting powerful artifacts, and looting the most dangerous ruins— + +Could have gathered a collection like this. + +Weapons that radiated power. + +Scrolls sealed in ancient runes. + +Armor that looked like it was forged by celestial beings. + +It was all here. + +And the most insane part? + +It belonged to him now. + +Max grinned, his eyes gleaming as he surveyed the massive hoard. + +"Now the real question is… where do I even begin?" + +The blob smirked, clearly enjoying Max’s curiosity. + +"Hehe, true… there is so much treasure here… anyone would definitely be overwhelmed by this." + +Max nodded, his eyes sharp as he scanned the room. + +"Let’s start looking through everything. If you find any good techniques or skills, be sure to let me know. And if you like anything be sure to take it away." + +But then— + +A thought struck him. + +He turned toward the blob, his curiosity piqued. + +"Wait a minute." + +The blob tilted its form, sensing the shift in Max’s tone. + +"Since spirits are supposed to be immortal beings that can’t be killed… does that mean you can level up like us?" + +The blob remained silent. + +Max narrowed his eyes, pressing further— + +"Do spirits also have a system like we do?" + +His mind was racing with thoughts. + +Spirits were known for their immortality, but their true nature was shrouded in mystery. + +If they couldn’t die— + +Then would they require power, strength? + +And if so— + +Then how did they grow stronger? + +Were they stuck at one power level forever? + +Or did they have an entirely different path of progression? + +Curiosity burned in Max as he wondered these questions. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-197.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-197.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b5a1ab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-197.md @@ -0,0 +1,328 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 197: Voidborne Edge" +slug: "ch-197" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 197 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1247 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The blob glanced at Max, then shrugged casually. + +"This isn’t a secret or anything. You can find this information anywhere, but since you’re so ignorant—" + +It grinned mischievously. + +"Let me educate you." + +The blob’s form rippled slightly before it spoke. + +"We do have a system, but not the same kind of stats as you do." + +Max frowned slightly. + +He had expected something different, but not this. + +"Then how do you get stronger?" + +The blob’s grin widened. + +"It’s very simple." + +A short pause— + +Then— + +"We have to eat to grow stronger." + +Max froze. + +His mind went blank for a moment before he blinked in disbelief. + +"What?" + +His voice carried pure shock. + +"By eating… you can become stronger?" + +The blob nodded, completely unbothered by the reaction. + +"That’s right. Spirits don’t train, cultivate, or practice techniques like you humans." + +It gestured to itself. + +"Our strength comes purely from what we consume." + +Max’s jaw nearly dropped. + +If this was true, then— + +"God definitely favored spirits too much!" + +His voice was half disbelief, half annoyance. + +Immortality alone was already an overpowered ability. + +But being able to grow stronger without training, effort, or talent— + +Simply by eating? + +It was on a whole other level of ridiculousness. + +A power system built on pure consumption. + +It was beyond unfair. + +The blob’s expression darkened, its amusement fading into something more solemn. + +"It isn’t how you think it is." + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +"What do you mean?" + +The blob sighed, as if recalling something deeply frustrating. + +"For us spirits, we do have the same power ranks as humans and other races—from Apprentice Rank to Divine Rank." + +Max nodded, following along. + +That much made sense. + +But Then— + +"However, there exist no minor levels for us. We don’t have level 1 to level 10 in each rank like you do." + +Max frowned. + +"No levels? Then… how do you advance?" + +The blob’s form rippled, and its voice grew heavier. + +"One would think this would be a benefit." + +A bitter chuckle. + +"But only spirits truly understand that this is nothing but a curse upon us." + +Max’s eyes slightly widened. + +"To level up from Apprentice Rank to Adept Rank…" + +The blob paused, as if reluctant to even say it. + +Then— + +"I needed to consume thousands of treasures just to advance." + +Max’s heart skipped a beat. + +"Thousands?!" + +"That’s on the low scale." The blob added with a dry laugh. + +"For us spirits, immortality makes it incredibly difficult for us to grow stronger. Just to advance one rank, we require mountains of resources—if not more." + +A heavy silence followed. + +"Many spirits in the world believe…" + +The blob’s voice turned quiet, almost resentful. + +"That our immortality is nothing but a curse placed upon us. A cruel joke mocking our slow growth in our face." + +Max didn’t know how to respond. + +He had thought spirits were too overpowered— + +But now, he was seeing the other side of it. + +In exchange for immortality, their growth rate was near impossible. + +For them, advancing one rank was something that could take thousands of years—if they didn’t have the necessary resources. + +Max’s fist clenched as he thought to himself— + +’A balance?’ + +The world never gave anything for free. + +Everything—power, longevity, strength—came at a price. + +And for spirits— + +Their price was the excruciating difficulty of growth. + +Even with all the time in the world… + +Without resources, a spirit would never evolve. + +Max exhaled, his expression deep in thought. + +This changed a lot about how he viewed spirits. + +The blob’s expression suddenly lit up, a flicker of fascination gleaming in its eyes. + +"But there’s a legend that every spirit in this world knows." + +Max raised an eyebrow. + +"A legend?" + +The blob nodded. + +"It is said that if a spirit surpasses the legendary Divine Rank…" + +A short pause, then— + +"They will be able to transform their body into a humanoid form." + +Max’s eyes slightly widened. + +"A humanoid form?" + +The blob grinned. + +"That’s right. A real body, just like you humans. In that form, we can practice techniques and learn skill and do all sorts of thing a humanoid race could do." + +Its voice carried undeniable longing. + +"I don’t know about other spirits…" + +The blob paused, before continuing in a quieter tone. + +"But this… this is my motivation to continuously move forward." + +Max remained silent for a moment. + +The blob’s words carried weight— + +A desire that went beyond power. + +Then, with a shrug, the blob added— + +"Not that we have a choice anyway." + +A bitter chuckle. + +"We literally cannot die, so we have to keep moving forward." + +Max nodded slowly, absorbing everything. + +After hearing all this, he truly felt— + +Spirits were one of the strangest races in this world. + +They were immortal, yet they suffered from eternal stagnation. + +They could grow stronger, but only through extreme consumption. + +And in the end… + +Their ultimate dream wasn’t domination or power— + +But the ability to become like other living beings. + +Max’s gaze softened slightly. + +This world was full of mysteries. + +And the spirits… + +Were definitely one of its most enigmatic races. + +The blob shook its liquid body, clearly eager to move on from the deep discussion. + +"Well, enough time-wasting. Let’s dig through this sh*t ton of treasures!" + +With that, it immediately began rummaging through the overwhelming pile of skills, techniques, and artifacts. + +Max glanced at the blob, then shrugged before joining in. + +As he sorted through the artifacts and scrolls, his mind wandered back to the battles he had fought. + +The battles against the other geniuses from across the Valora Continent had opened his eyes. + +Max had long understood— + +A skill at Common Rank was nothing compared to a technique at same rank. + +Even if both were mastered to perfection, + +A technique was always superior in the same rank. + +Techniques were more refined, more structured, and could be expanded upon. + +A skill was often one-dimensional, useful for a set purpose. + +But a technique could be— + +Read latest stories on freewebnovel + +Adapted. + +Improved. + +It was a foundation for even stronger combat styles. + +’As much as I like to collect new skills, I can’t ignore techniques.’ + +His eyes gleamed as he flipped through a golden scroll, trying to find something worth keeping. + +Because now— + +He had access to the greatest hoard of treasures he had ever seen. + +And he wasn’t leaving empty-handed. + +After shifting through countless treasures, Max finally stumbled upon something that caught his eye. + +A sword technique. + +And not just any sword technique— + +An Epic Rank technique. + +"Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique." + +Max’s lips curled into a smile as he read the name aloud. + +"Heh, I found a sword technique… and it’s an Epic Rank technique." + +Just as he was about to look deeper into it, + +The blob’s voice interrupted. + +"Oh, that technique… my master found it in the Middle Domain." + +The blob frowned, as if recalling something. + +Then, after a moment— + +"If I’m not wrong, it came with a corresponding fist technique as well. Let me search for it." + +Max’s eyes gleamed with excitement. + +A fist technique?! + +He didn’t have a proper fist technique, and considering his Abyssal Coating skill, + +A fist technique would be the perfect match. + +’That would be very interesting.’ + +Max could already imagine himself utilizing a powerful fist technique… layered with Abyssal Coating’s defensive and offensive capabilities. + +Then— + +The blob finally found it. + +It pulled out a blood-red scroll and handed it to Max— + +But its expression was extremely solemn. + +It hesitated for a moment before speaking. + +"This fist technique is very dangerous. So dangerous that even my master didn’t try practicing it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-198.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-198.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9be70f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-198.md @@ -0,0 +1,324 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 198: Crimson Havoc" +slug: "ch-198" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 198 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max caught the scroll and read its name. + +"Crimson Havoc Fist: Sevenfold Slaughter Technique." + +The moment he held the scroll— + +He felt it. + +A cold, eerie aura pulsed from within it. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +"What’s so dangerous about it?" + +His voice was calm, but he was genuinely curious. + +The blob’s expression remained grave, its liquid body shifting uneasily. + +Then, in a solemn tone, it spoke— + +"Master mentioned that this fist technique requires one to possess Slaughter Aura before even attempting to practice it." + +Max’s brows furrowed. + +The blob continued— + +"If someone doesn’t have Slaughter Aura but still tries to practice it… then they will inevitably lose themselves to the technique." + +Max’s grip on the scroll tightened. + +"They will go mad—controlled by the slaughter aura inside the technique, losing all human emotions." + +Max felt a chill run down his spine. + +"In the end…" + +The blob’s voice was eerily quiet as it delivered the final words. + +"They would become nothing more than a puppet—one that only knows how to slaughter. A puppet of pure destruction." + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. + +"A Technique That Controls the User?" + +He had never expected that a technique could be this dangerous. + +And now, he was holding one in his hands. + +A technique so deadly, it could strip a person of their mind, emotions, and will—turning them into a mindless slaughtering machine. + +His voice was filled with disbelief as he looked at the blob. + +"How could a technique control someone?" + +A short pause— + +Then, he added— + +"That sounds absurd!" + +The blob shook its head, its expression grim. + +"There is nothing absurd about it." + +Max listened carefully, sensing the weight behind the blob’s words. + +"Slaughter Aura is one of the many forbidden auras in this world." + +A short pause— + +Then, the blob’s voice deepened. + +"It is born from the accumulation of endless bloodshed and carnage." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +The blob’s form trembled slightly, as if recalling something unpleasant. + +"It is very dangerous because it gradually corrodes the wielder’s sanity, pushing them into an endless thirst for bloodshed and destruction." + +Max felt a chill. + +"The more one relies on it, the more it seeps into their soul—" + +"Turning them into little more than a mindless beast driven by slaughter." + +The blob’s voice grew colder. + +"Those who cannot resist its influence eventually lose themselves." + +Max remained silent, absorbing every word. + +"They become nothing more than war-driven monsters—unable to distinguish friend from foe." + +A long pause. + +Then— + +"Therefore, there are only a handful of people in history who have ever comprehended Slaughter Aura." + +The blob’s eyes darkened. + +"And even they were… more or less had gone insane." + +Find more chapters on freewebnovel + +The blob turned to Max, its liquid body rippling. + +"But there is a 99% chance that anyone who tries to comprehend this aura will go mad—never to recover again in their life." + +Its eyes turned sharp adding— + +"And this technique… possesses the Concept of Slaughter itself." + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. + +"Concept of Slaughter?" + +His voice was quiet, but the shock in his tone was unmistakable. + +He understood better than anyone— + +An Aura was powerful. + +But a Concept… + +A Concept was an entirely different realm of power. + +’It’s like comparing a vast ocean of water… to a single drop.’ + +Simply uncomparable. + +Max had seen what Auras could do. + +He had witnessed firsthand how powerful Lightning Aura, Flame Aura, Sword Aura, and even Space Aura could be. + +Yet even the strongest Aura was only a fragment— + +A mere shadow of what a Concept could become. + +His fingers tightened around the blood-red scroll. + +If just Slaughter Aura could drive people to madness… + +Then what would happen to someone who grasped the Concept of Slaughter? + +Max shuddered at the thought. + +Would their very soul become a vessel of endless bloodshed? + +Would they even remain human? + +Max had always pushed himself toward strength. + +But this… + +This was something beyond just power. + +This was power that would devour the wielder whole. + +A technique so cursed that even the previous owner of the temple—a man powerful enough to stand above countless warriors— + +Refused to practice it. + +Max took a deep breath, his eyes flickering between hesitation and temptation. + +"If one does not already possess Slaughter Aura…" + +The blob’s voice dropped to a whisper— + +"And they try practicing this technique…" + +"Then the Concept of Slaughter inside the technique will consume them—" + +"Turning them berserk… forever." + +Max took a deep breath, staring at the blood-red scroll in his hands. + +He understood now. + +This wasn’t just a powerful technique. + +It was a cursed technique. + +A technique that tempted its wielder with overwhelming strength— + +At the cost of their very sanity. + +’A strong technique but at a risk.’ + +Max’s mind raced. + +The Crimson Havoc Fist: Sevenfold Slaughter Technique was without a doubt an insanely powerful technique— + +But it came at a terrifying cost. + +Would he take the risk? + +Max exhaled slowly, calming the storm of thoughts in his mind. + +’I will think about it later.’ + +This wasn’t a decision he could rush. + +For now— + +He would keep the technique with him. + +After all— + +Both the Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique and Crimson Havoc Fist: Sevenfold Slaughter Technique were Epic Rank techniques. + +No matter how dangerous the second one was, + +Max couldn’t simply leave them behind. + +"I’ll keep them for now." + +His voice was firm as he glanced at the blob. + +The blob glared at him, its liquid form rippling with discontent. + +Then, in a stern tone, it warned— + +"Don’t get greedy. Otherwise, you won’t even have the chance to regret it." + +Max nodded solemnly. + +"I understand." + +His voice was serious. + +He wouldn’t risk his life for power. + +Not recklessly. + +Not without fully understanding the consequences. + +For now— + +These techniques would remain sealed away. + +And when the time came— + +He would decide whether he had the strength to wield them… + +Or whether they were better left untouched. + +Max shook off his thoughts and focused back on the task at hand. + +"Let’s continue our search." + +His eyes swept across the overwhelming piles of treasures as he resumed digging through them. + +The blob, too, went back to rummaging. + +Max noticed something amusing as he worked— + +The blob’s expressions constantly changed depending on what it found. + +Sometimes it would frown in disappointment. + +Sometimes it would chuckle greedily, as if it had found something valuable. + +And sometimes—it would just eat the treasures outright. + +Max smiled, shaking his head. + +’This guy just love treasures.’ + +As he shifted through various scrolls, his eyes caught something interesting. + +A skill scroll titled— + +Lightning Steps. + +A movement-type skill that utilized lightning to enhance speed and reflexes. + +Without hesitation, Max picked it up. + +He didn’t even think twice and learned it on the spot. + +’Good, with this skill, my speed on the ground will increase even more.’ + +With that satisfaction in mind, he continued searching, hoping to find even more useful things. + +Time passed quickly as he and the blob dug through the endless wealth of artifacts, scrolls, and weapons. + +Eventually— + +They left the treasury room, both wearing satisfied smiles. + +The blob chuckled, its liquid body shifting as it spoke. + +"I didn’t know you had almost infinite space in your storage artifact." + +It shook its head in mock frustration. + +"Otherwise, I would have asked you to take everything away at once!" + +Max shrugged, his expression relaxed. + +"Yeah… but it’s good that we inspected almost all the treasures inside first." + +He gave the blob a knowing smile. + +"That way, even if they’re all with me… I know what treasures I possess and what I don’t." + +The blob paused, then nodded in agreement. + +"True." + +Following that— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-199.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-199.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49373ef --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-199.md @@ -0,0 +1,442 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 199: A World for Spirits" +slug: "ch-199" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 199 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1388 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max smiled to himself as he mentally reviewed his new gains. + +One powerful technique: Sun Battle Body (Rare Rank). + +Three new skills: Space Freeze (Rare Rank), Lightning Needle (Uncommon), Flaming Kick (Common). + +’In short, I got four new skills and three new techniques.’ + +Max mused smiling thinking he would be busy after he left the temple. + +That didn’t mean he left behind anything. + +No. + +He had taken everything. + +Not a single valuable item was left behind. + +Everything was stored safely within him. + +As he walked out, a thought crossed his mind. + +’Now I can level up without worrying about how to get so many cores.’ + +With this mountain of resources, his progression was no longer limited. + +As Max and the blob walked out of the treasury, a sudden thought crossed his mind. + +"Tell me…" Max’s voice was calm but filled with curiosity. + +"Since I’m the owner of the temple now…" + +He turned to the blob, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. + +"That means I can enter again whenever I want, even after leaving—right?" + +The blob nodded without hesitation. + +"Yes, you can." + +Max’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. + +"Great." + +He exhaled in relief. + +"That way, I can check on the miniature sun whenever I need to." + +He understood that the miniature sun was no ordinary artifact. + +And while he didn’t know what it truly was, + +He knew one thing— + +It was valuable. + +With the ability to return to the temple at will, + +He didn’t have to rush into anything. + +Instead, he could take his time— + +Study it. + +Prepare for it. + +And when the time was right… + +He would claim it for himself. + +Max’s smile deepened as he glanced around the temple that was now his. + +"This place is more useful than I thought." + +As Max prepared to leave, the blob’s voice called out to him— + +"Are you leaving now?" + +There was something different in its tone. + +A mix of reluctance and uncertainty. + +Max paused, then turned to the blob with a smile. + +"Yup."𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +The blob remained silent. + +It wanted to say something. + +To ask for something. + +But it seemed… + +It didn’t know how. + +Seeing this, Max chuckled and spoke first— + +"Well, you can come with me if you want." + +The blob’s form trembled slightly. + +It hadn’t expected those words. + +Then— + +Max grinned and added— + +"Just know that I can’t feed you." + +His eyes flickered with amusement. + +"You have to earn your share all by yourself." + +At first— + +The blob nearly teared up from joy. + +It had been alone in this temple for ten thousand years. + +The thought of finally leaving— + +Of seeing the outside world again— + +Filled it with overwhelming emotions. + +But then— + +The second part of Max’s words hit him like a boulder. + +"Humph!" + +The blob snorted, puffing up its form. + +It tried to act tough, crossing its liquid arms. + +"Who do you think I am?" + +It huffed. + +"Of course I will earn my own food!" + +Max smiled brightly, seeing the blob’s reaction. + +"Then let’s go and leave the temple." + +But the blob didn’t move immediately. + +Instead, it lingered, its liquid form shifting slightly. + +Then, in a more uncertain tone, it asked— + +"Are you sure you want to take me with you?" + +Max shrugged, his expression casual. + +"I see no point in you staying here." + +He stretched his arms before adding with a grin— + +"And since I became the owner of the temple…" + +A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. + +"You’re more or less my servant now." + +His grin widened. + +"So, you should listen to me." + +Silence. + +Then— + +"Who are you to command me?!" + +The blob went berserk, its entire form trembling in midair like a raging storm. + +It flared up, shifting erratically, practically vibrating with fury. + +Max grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. + +"Hehe." + +His expression turned thoughtful as he looked at the blob. + +"Though I’ll have to keep you hidden for some time after we leave the temple." + +The blob nodded, its form shifting slightly. + +"I understand your concerns." + +It wasn’t naïve— + +The outside world knew it as the spirit that controlled the temple. + +If word got out that Max had the same spirit companion, it would attract unwanted attention. + +However— + +The blob tilted its head in confusion. + +"But how would you do that?" + +It floated slightly higher, staring curiously at Max. + +"If we leave the temple, I’d definitely be seen with you." + +Max’s grin widened. + +"There’s something you’ll definitely like." + +His voice was full of amusement. + +He lifted his hand and reached out— + +Touching the blob. + +And then— + +The blob disappeared. + +Gone from the temple. + +— + +"Huh? How did I come here?" + +The blob blinked, confused. + +One moment, it was inside the temple— + +The next, it found itself in a completely foreign land. + +It floated around, its liquid form trembling with shock. + +"What is this place?" + +Then— + +It finally took in the surroundings. + +And what it saw left it speechless. + +Lush green grasses stretched endlessly. + +Vast plains rolled like waves. + +Towering trees reached for the sky, their leaves shimmering with an ethereal glow. + +Crystal-clear rivers flowed, their waters humming with energy. + +Floating mountains drifted in the sky, defying logic. + +Everywhere it looked— + +The world was alive. + +But it wasn’t just the scenery that stunned it. + +It was— + +The Essence. + +"It’s so… natural!" + +The blob’s form trembled, its eyes widening in pure shock. + +Having lived in the world of Acaris for thousands of years, + +It had grown accustomed to that world’s essence pressure. + +But this world— + +It was different. + +It wasn’t oppressive. + +It wasn’t chaotic. + +It was pure. + +It was nourishing. + +The blob took a deep breath— + +And felt something incredible. + +Even without eating, + +Even without absorbing treasures, + +It could feel itself evolving. + +Slowly but surely. + +"This place is a heaven for spirits!" + +It shouted in excitement. Read the latest on freewebnovel + +It floated higher, its form expanding with joy. + +"Even if a spirit doesn’t eat anything…" + +It exhaled, feeling the energy sinking into its very being. + +"They can still evolve in this place!" + +For the first time in its existence— + +The blob had found a place where its race could truly thrive. + +And it couldn’t help but wonder— + +’Where the hell did Max send me?’ + +Just as the blob was marveling at the world and at Max, + +A familiar voice echoed. + +"Do you like this place?" + +The blob spun around, its form trembling with excitement. + +"Max!" + +It rushed toward him, unable to contain its curiosity. + +"What is this place?!" + +Its eyes were wide, its liquid body shifting erratically from excitement. + +"Even for me, who has lived countless millennia," the blob continued, + +"I have never seen anything like this place." + +It paused, looking around in awe. + +"It’s like… this entire world was made for spirits like us." + +The energy in the air, the natural essence, the purity of the atmosphere— + +It was perfect. + +It was miraculous. + +Max smiled, his gaze sweeping over the breathtaking landscape. + +"Well, it is one of a kind." + +Then, he turned back to the blob with a casual tone— + +"You can stay here for now." + +His expression remained calm as he added— + +"When I’m alone, I’ll take you out." + +"Wait—WAIT!" + +The blob flailed, stopping Max before he could vanish. + +"Tell me first—WHAT is this place?!" + +Its face was flushed with pure fascination. + +It needed to know. + +Max grinned. + +"Maybe next time." + +His eyes gleamed mischievously. + +"If I’m in the mood to explain, that is." + +And before the blob could protest— + +Max vanished. + +Silence. + +The blob remained frozen in the air, still processing everything. + +Then— + +It recalled something. + +Something from a very, very long time ago. + +Its entire form trembled. + +"This place… this world…" + +A wild speculation formed in its mind. + +And the more it thought about it, + +The more shocked it became. + +"Could it be…?" + +Its eyes widened. + +Then— + +It shook its head violently. + +"No. No, I must be thinking too much." + +It muttered to itself, trying to shake off the thought. + +"That place… is just a myth." + +But What If…? + +It tried to convince itself. + +"And there’s no way it could be owned by a kid." + +It let out a nervous laugh. + +"Yeah… I must be thinking too much." + +But deep inside— + +A seed of doubt had already been planted. + +And no matter how much it tried to deny it— + +The truth was far more shocking than it could ever imagine. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-2.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-2.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..37e71d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-2.md @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 2: Three Dimensional Body" +slug: "ch-2" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 2 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +'But still, what is this class called Dimensional Keeper... I haven't heard of any classes like this one, and most importantly, why is my surname Voidwalker here?' Max pondered, recalling how the system had called him Max Voidwalker instead of Max Morgan—his real name. + +He could understand his class being unique since he had awakened a rare, one-of-a-kind SSS-rank class, so it didn't surprise him that he wasn't aware of such a class. An SSS-rank class was bound to be unique. But his name... He didn't believe the system would get his name wrong. + +'Unless my real name is not Max Morgan but Max Voidwalker?' Max came to a shocking conclusion. He knew the system couldn't be wrong, so the only possible scenario was that his name was never Max Morgan but Max Voidwalker. + +"Grr!" "Grr!" + +Many questions raged through his mind, but he didn't have time for them as goblins' screeches echoed across the hall. + +'I'll think about this after the dungeon,' he thought, saying "status" in his mind. + +A screen appeared in his vision, profiling his class and other details. + +--- + +[Max] + +–Rank: [Novice]𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +–Level: 0 + +–Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +–Physique: 4 + +–Soul: 6 + +–Energy: 5 + +–Skills: + +—»Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +—»Acquired Skills: [ - ] + +--- + +'Three Dimensional Body and Dimension of Time?' Max glanced at the skills his class provided, his face thoughtful as he checked them in detail. + +--- + +[Three Dimensional Body] + +–Description: A body that has unique control, perception, and interaction capabilities within the 3D spatial realm, potentially transcending the typical limitations of human physicality. + +—- + +[Dimension of Time] + +–Description: A time dimension held by the enigmatic Dimensional Keeper, a space where the flow of time bends to their will, capable of performing unimaginable wonders. + +--- + +'Strange... These skills don't have any ranks or levels,' Max thought, finding this very unusual. + +In this world, skills, treasures, and any materialistic items fell under six categories: common, uncommon, rare, epic, legendary, and divine rank. Yet the skills from his class lacked any rank designation. He could only hope they were as good as their origin from an elusive SSS rank class. + +"Look! Goblins are here!" someone shouted, drawing his attention to the far end of the hall, where goblins were advancing toward them. + +'I guess it's time to figure out whether these rankless skills are truly strong enough for their class or not.' Max quickly retrieved two scrolls from his bag. + +He opened the first scroll, touching it with his right hand, causing it to glow blue before disappearing. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the skill — Basic Sword Art.] + +Seeing the notification, he repeated the process with the second scroll. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the skill — Magic Bullets.] + +--- + +[Basic Sword Art] + +–Rank: [Common] + +–Level: 0 + +–Description: The simplest and most universal sword art taught to beginners. It focuses on mastering the rudimentary techniques of swordsmanship, emphasizing form, balance, and timing. + +— + +[Magic Bullets] + +–Rank: [Common] + +–Level: 0 + +–Description: The skill allows the user to conjure and fire basic projectiles made of pure magical energy. + +--- + +'These two skills big sister gave me are good for a beginner like me. One for close combat and another for long-range attacks.' Max smiled in satisfaction, assessing his newly acquired skills. + +'It's time for battle.' He unsheathed his sword, secured his bag tightly on his back, and faced the advancing goblins in the hall, ready to fight. + +'A total of ten level 1 goblins.' Max noted their weapons: stone knives and short bows. 'Good targets indeed.' + +"We should attack. Their numbers are higher, but if we strike first and take out one or two, it'll be an easy fight," he said to the academy students, who were equally prepared for battle. + +"We're ready," one of the students replied. + +"Follow my lead. I'll create an opening—then attack." Max nodded and dashed forward. Some goblins immediately fired arrows at him. + +'Let's see how useful the skill I got from my class is...' He activated Three Dimensional Body, and what he experienced shocked him to the core. + +"This! Damn, is this skill broken or what?!" Max exclaimed in amazement as the skill activated. Suddenly, his perspective shifted—he could see himself as though from a third-person view, every detail of his surroundings sharpened to perfection. + +The faint buzz of insects near the walls, the intricate patterns of spiderwebs in the corners, the glistening moisture clinging to the rough stone of the hall, and even the subtle arc of incoming arrows—all unfolded before him in a vivid, three-dimensional panorama. + +It was as if the world itself had slowed down, each detail amplified, granting him an unparalleled awareness of his environment. + +'This is so cool!' Max rejoiced silently. + +Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! + +As the arrows closed in, Max could easily perceive their movements and trajectories. He sidestepped, dodging one arrow, while deflecting another with his sword. But four more arrows were heading past him toward the students behind. + +'I guess I can help them one last time.' Sighing, he used Magic Bullets, firing four shots that intercepted and destroyed the incoming arrows. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! + +All the arrows were shot down instantly. + +Max immediately accelerated toward the goblins. With his sword, he struck down the first one, slicing through it from shoulder to waist. Green blood sprayed through the air, but Max dodged the filthy liquid. The goblin's body glowed red and disappeared, leaving behind a few items. + +'It seems all that academy training wasn't for nothing,' Max thought. + +Noticing two goblins attacking from both sides, he relied on Three Dimensional Body to react. He fired a Magic Bullet at the goblin on his left while slashing horizontally at the one on his right, cutting it in half. Its body vanished moments later, leaving behind drops of loot. + +The goblin hit by the magic bullet writhed in pain, a hole in its body. While not dead, it was incapacitated, slowly succumbing to its injuries. + +'Fighting is so exhilarating!' + +Max thought excitedly feeling the satisfaction brewing inside him as he battled the goblins. + +'What about others?' + +Glancing back at the others and noted that they were also handling the goblins. 'They are barely managing three goblins, but I'm not complaining.' He dashed forward toward the remaining four goblins. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-20.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-20.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..43ec35a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-20.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 20: Outer Circle" +slug: "ch-20" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 20 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max was seated on a train that floated just above the tracks and shot into the distance. The interior of the train resembled any other, with many people seated beside him on either side. He had taken the train because the Burning Wilds dungeon was situated in the Outer Circle of the East Region. + +The entire East Region could be summed up in three main regions. The first was the Outer Circle, where Max was headed. It was the most chaotic place in the entire region. + +Many, if not all, kinds of dungeons could be found there, regardless of rank, making the area highly suitable for hunters. Because of this, each of the top guilds and other powers had built a base of operations in this region, while the Union Vanguard, the military or government organization, held the highest authority here. + +Due to the abundance of dungeons, the Outer Circle hadn't been developed much. Deep forests, deserts, and other untamed terrains dominated the landscape. Worst of all, humans hadn't fully explored the area, making it the most dangerous place in the East Region. + +However, the sheer number of dungeons also made it the most popular region in the East. + +Meanwhile, the area where Max lived fell under the jurisdiction of the Inner Circle. This region could be described as the most basic place in the East Region. Excluding the top families and guilds, most people called the Inner Circle home. + +Essentially, the Inner Circle was where the majority of the population resided, given its proximity to the Outer Circle and the rarity of dungeon appearances within it. + +Even the few dungeons that did appear were of low rank and were usually handled by either the top guilds, the Hunter Association, or the local branch of the Union Vanguard stationed there. + +[The train has reached Badlum District of the Inner Circle. It will stop here for ten minutes before departing.] + +"That's my stop." Max stood up and exited the train. + +What greeted him was a dense forest, with tall trees and vines hanging from their branches. Max surveyed the area and noticed numerous paths leading into the forest, each in a different direction. + +He also observed several other people nearby. Some were seated in the resting area or at the station, while others formed groups of three or four, discussing their plans. + +Seeing this, Max brought his left arm closer and tapped on his wristband. + +A green holographic screen floated above his arm, casting a faint glow on his face. He tapped the screen a few times, and it transformed into a map marked with two symbols: a triangular marker and a red dot. + +"It's good that the map to the Burning Wilds was free," Max muttered softly. "So, the triangular marker is me, and the red dot is the Burning Wilds dungeon. The yellow path among the various white paths should be the one I follow." + +"Let's head in then." He smiled, took out a circular disc, and threw it to the ground. Before it could touch the surface, it transformed into a hoverboard. + +Max jumped onto the hoverboard and flew away following the path displayed on his holowatch. Along the way, he noticed many others heading in the same direction, though their modes of transportation varied. + +While many used hoverboards, the majority relied on vehicles provided by the Union Vanguard. These were large enough to accommodate at least 30 people but required a significant sum of money to use. + +For Max, the hoverboard was the best option, given his lack of funds and his proficiency in using it. If an unforeseen situation arose, he could escape quickly. + +Some time later, Max arrived at a large crowd. + +'This is the place,' he thought as he dismounted and stowed away the hoverboard. He moved closer to the crowd. + +Dungeons could be explored multiple times, but Max didn't know the specifics of this one. He had scheduled his entry for 12 o'clock sharp, meaning many others would also be entering the dungeon to clear it. + +He checked the time and saw he still had half an hour before his party was set to enter. Deciding not to rush, he approached the portal. + +That's when he noticed the portal's perimeter was surrounded by people in military attire. A group of them stood at a distance, observing the crowd. + +"A lot of people have gathered for the dungeon," Max muttered, noting the large number of people waiting to enter the Burning Wilds. + +As he scanned the crowd, his attention was drawn to a group making their way toward the portal. They appeared to be in their twenties, and all five members stood out for their strength at level 10 of the Novice Rank. + +Max was surprised. 'All five of them are at level 10 of the Novice Rank. They must be experts,' he thought. + +"Look, the Bouncer Squad is here." + +"I heard they're very efficient with F-rank dungeons." + +"They are, but they're also cowards for refusing to advance to the Apprentice Rank." + +"Well, can you blame them? They're making good money clearing F-rank dungeons." + +"Huh, they're just scared. If they advance to the Apprentice Rank, they'll start over at level 1 and become the weakest in that rank. Most importantly, they'll lose the ability to enter F-rank dungeons, which would lead to their squad's downfall." + +"True, but the Bouncer Squad isn't the only group doing this. Plenty of squads stay in the same rank and earn a hefty sum every day." + +"I also heard that one of the top five guilds have took them in. Though this is still a rumor as of now." + +The crowd buzzed with discussions about the Bouncer Squad. Though their exploits were well-known, most people disdained their methods. + +'Staying in the same rank just to earn money is stupid,' Max thought, shaking his head. He understood that the value of drops from monsters in E-rank dungeons and above would easily surpass what the Bouncer Squad earned in a month. + +'Are they here for the Burning Wilds dungeon?' Max wondered. He wanted to test his strength against the boss, but with the Bouncer Squad involved, it would be difficult. + +'But who hired them?' The question lingered in Max's mind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-200.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-200.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e70af8c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-200.md @@ -0,0 +1,358 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 200: Fame" +slug: "ch-200" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 200 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1248 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood on the fourth floor, gazing at the portal that had just appeared before him. + +He sighed to himself. + +"I’ll be leaving the temple a week later than the others..." + +He muttered, his expression thoughtful. + +"I wonder if there are still people waiting outside the temple." + +Honestly— + +Max wasn’t looking forward to it. + +If people were still there, it would mean— + +Drones swarming him with endless, irritating questions. + +Geniuses demanding to know what he found inside. + +People speculating whether he got the inheritance. + +Potential enemies watching his every move. + +He rubbed his forehead, already feeling the headache forming. + +"Ugh. I really don’t want to deal with those people." + +His voice held clear irritation. + +"All the questions… the inheritance nonsense… the stupid rumors that are definitely spreading already." + +He shook his head. + +"If I could slip out unnoticed, that would be perfect." + +Max took a deep breath, glancing at the shimmering portal before him. + +Just as he was about to step into the portal, + +A familiar voice echoed in his mind. + +"Don’t worry. Since you are the owner of the temple now, you will be leaving through the true gate, not the one where you and the others entered." + +Max’s steps paused, his brows raising. + +"Huh?" + +Then, another realization hit him. + +"Wait—you’re speaking directly into my mind?!" + +The experience was strange— + +The words weren’t heard through his ears, + +They were simply there in his thoughts. + +"Hmph, don’t underestimate spirits!" + +The blob scoffed, its tone carrying a sense of pride. + +"Though we lack combat abilities, when it comes to utility and support, we are the best in the entire world!" + +Max chuckled, shaking his head. + +"Alright, alright. I get it." + +He had never underestimated spirits— + +But the more he learned about them, the more intrigued he became. + +’I wonder what more they can do…’ + +His eyes gleamed, thoughts racing. + +’It seems I’ll find out eventually.’ + +With that— + +He stepped forward. + +And disappeared into the portal. + +A moment later— + +Max felt his body dropping from high in the sky. + +The wind roared past him, whipping against his face. + +His hair fluttered wildly in the rushing air. + +"Like entering, like exiting..." + +He muttered, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. + +Then, without panic or hesitation, + +He activated his Float skill— + +And came to a sudden halt in midair. + +Max took in his surroundings. + +And realized something immediately. + +There was no land beneath him. + +Only water. + +An endless, stretching ocean as far as his eyes could see. + +He glanced left— + +Water. + +He glanced right— + +More water. + +He turned behind him— + +Still water. + +Max sighed, rubbing his forehead. + +Then— + +At the very edge of the horizon, + +He spotted something different. + +A mass of land. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his mind already calculating the distance. + +"At least I’m not stuck in the middle of nowhere." + +He sighed looking around. + +"Where the hell am I?" + +Max stared at the endless expanse of water, utterly astounded. + +He had expected to appear somewhere hidden, a place far from prying eyes— + +But instead— + +He had materialized in the middle of nowhere. + +Frowning, he tapped his holowatch and pulled up the map. + +The digital display flickered to life, showing his exact coordinates. + +His eyes narrowed as he carefully inspected his surroundings. + +Then— + +He blinked. + +"I’m… outside of the East Region?" + +His voice was filled with surprise. + +The red marker on his holowatch map confirmed it— + +He had been teleported far beyond the East Region’s borders. + +"So the exit points were random, huh?" + +He mused, glancing toward the distant landmass at the very far end of the horizon. + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he gazed toward the distant landmass. + +"So that is the Valora Continent." + +A smile tugged at his lips. + +Then— + +With all three of his flying skills activated, + +His body soared through the air, cutting across the sky like a lightning bolt. + +The wind howled around him, but he barely felt its resistance. + +He exhaled in relief. + +"I guess it didn’t exit me into another region." + +That would have been a major hassle— + +Getting lost in an unfamiliar territory with unknown powers at play. + +Especially right now when he had became a major target for almost all the regions. + +— + +Max flew like a silent meteor, cutting across the sky effortlessly. + +His figure neared the shores of the East Region, the familiar land of Valora Continent finally within reach. + +However— + +Just as his feet were about to touch the ground— + +A group of figures appeared out of nowhere— + +And surrounded him. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +’They… literally came out of the water.’ + +His gaze swept over them, taking in their movements, their positioning. + +These weren’t ordinary people— + +Their movements were too precise, their coordination too perfect. + +This was a trained unit. + +Max studied their clothing, his frown easing slightly. + +Their attire was familiar— + +It bore distinct symbols that he recognized immediately. + +As Max hovered midair, surrounded by the unknown figures, + +One stepped forward. + +His build was thin, almost frail-looking— + +But the moment he moved, Max felt it. + +A pressure so vast and overwhelming— + +Though it had no effect on him whatsoever. + +Max instinctively tried to sense his power level— + +But— + +Nothing. + +It was like the man’s presence itself didn’t exist. + +That was far more dangerous than someone radiating power. + +Then, the man spoke, his voice carrying an undeniable weight. + +"Who are you? Why are you nearing the border of the East Region?" + +His tone was commanding, yet calm. + +Loud despite his thin frame— + +Like his very words carried authority. + +Max met his gaze, unflinching. + +Then, in a steady voice, he answered: + +"I am Max Morgan, a member of the Phoenix Order guild." + +"Max Morgan?" + +The thin man’s frown deepened upon hearing the name. + +His expression lightened as thoughts raced through his mind. + +He had heard that name countless times in recent days. + +Whispers of his battles. + +Tales of his victories. + +Rumors of his terrifying growth. + +Max Morgan’s fame had swept across the East Region—no, the entire Valora Continent. + +His battle against the geniuses of other regions had become a common topic in every city, in every faction. + +It was said that he had defeated powerful figures, warriors far beyond his rank, and emerged victorious where others should have fallen. + +His name had become synonymous with monstrous talent. + +The thin man, standing before Max, was no ordinary person. + +He was Zax, a commander of the Union Vanguard stationed at the shores of the East Region. + +A man with great authority. + +And yet— + +Even he had heard the stories of Max Morgan. + +"So this is the one…" + +Zax’s gaze sharpened, studying the young man before him. + +The boy who had turned the continent upside down. + +The boy who had shattered expectations. + +The boy who stood before him now. + +— + +The moment Max introduced himself, he immediately noticed something strange. + +The soldiers of the Union Vanguard— + +The ones surrounding him— + +Had given him odd glances. + +It was subtle. + +Barely noticeable. + +But Max’s keen perception caught it instantly. + +With his insane level of soul force and his Three Dimensional Body physique which didn’t even require Max to activate, he could see through everything around him to the tiniest detail. + +’This passive ability of Three Dimensional Body physique is very good.’ + +Max mused glancing at the figures surrounding him. + +Enjoy exclusive adventures from freewebnovel + +They had masked their expressions well— + +But not well enough. + +There was a moment of hesitation— + +A flicker of something in their eyes— + +Recognition? Doubt? Tension? + +Max’s frown deepened. + +Something was off. + +Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-201.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-201.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0274a2b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-201.md @@ -0,0 +1,322 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 201: Envoy from Lost Continent" +slug: "ch-201" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 201 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Commander Zax smiled. + +"You are free to go." + +His voice was calm, almost too casual. + +Then, turning to his soldiers, he gave an order: + +"You are all dismissed." + +The soldiers nodded immediately, saying nothing as they disappeared one by one— + +Leaving only Max and Zax behind. + +Max was surprised to see that. + +Commander Zax observed Max’s expression and repeated himself. + +"Max, you are free to go." + +But then— + +He hesitated for a brief moment, as if considering something. + +Then, in a low yet firm voice, he added: + +"Though you should be careful when you reach the Inner Circle." + +Max’s frown deepened. + +"Why is that?" + +Something felt off about this warning. + +A commander from the Union Vanguard warning him? + +According to the deal by them and his sister, they weren’t supposed to interfere in his business. + +But the sudden warning... + +This meant— + +It didn’t make sense. + +Commander Zax crossed his arms, his tone turning solemn.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +"Two days ago, a ship carrying the Envoy from the Lost Continent entered the East Region." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +"Envoy from the Lost Continent?" + +This was the first time he had heard of this. + +Commander Zax nodded, his expression dark and serious. + +"Every three years, the Lost Continent sends an Envoy to the Valora Continent. Since the East Region is closest to the Lost Continent, they always arrive here first." + +Max listened carefully, sensing the weight in Zax’s words. + +Zax’s eyes narrowed as he continued: + +"And their reputation hasn’t been good over the years… so you should be careful of them." + +There were too many questions racing through Max’s mind. + +But he asked the ones that mattered most. + +"Why do they come here every three years? And what does their arrival in the East Region have to do with me?" + +Commander Zax exhaled, his face unreadable. + +"I can’t tell you anything about the first question." + +Zax continued, his tone grave. + +"As for what they have to do with you? Let me ask you this—" + +"Who would be the first person they would take interest in after arriving in the East Region?" + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +Commander Zax’s gaze sharpened, his tone carrying both admiration and warning. + +"You might not realize it, but your name, your fame, and your popularity have reached an all-time high in the East Region." + +"Your fights against the geniuses of the other regions went viral all over the Extranet." + +Max remained silent, absorbing the information. + +He had expected his popularity to spread since the battles were broadcasted— + +But this fast? + +This much? + +It was beyond Max. + +Zax continued: + +"The East Region has never produced a genius who dominated the geniuses of other regions before." + +"But you—at just Apprentice Rank—accomplished what many failed to do even at the peak of Adept Rank." + +Zax’s expression turned serious as he posed the question: + +"Now tell me, in this situation—who do you think would attract the most attention from the Envoy of the Lost Continent?" + +Max immediately understood what Zax was implying. + +His battles had shaken the continent. + +His name had spread too far. + +His strength had surpassed all expectations. + +Now in this situation, the Envoy from the Lost Continent would bound to hear his name. + +At that moment, they would definitely be curious about him. + +Max sighed, shaking his head. + +’Becoming famous is also a sin, I guess.’ + +His rise in fame had given him recognition, but now— + +It had painted a target on his back. + +There was no escaping it. + +The Lost Continent’s Envoy would inevitably hear of him. + +And the moment they did— + +They would become curious. + +Despite that, Max wasn’t too worried. + +His mind was somewhere else. + +The reason behind Envoy’s arrival to the Valora Continent. + +He recalled his conversation with Alice— + +She had told him that humans also existed in the Lost Continent. + +But— + +She never mentioned about Envoys. + +If he had to guess why they were here— + +Then the answer was clear. + +It had to be related to the geniuses of Valora Continent. + +After all, in less than seven months— + +They would be heading to the Lost Continent. + +If that was the case— + +Then the Envoy’s presence wasn’t just a coincidence. + +At least that was what Max thought. + +— + +Max turned to Commander Zax, his expression unreadable. + +"I thought the Union had a deal and couldn’t interfere in my business." + +Zax nodded, his face calm. + +"It’s true. I wouldn’t normally care about any of your affairs." + +"But… since I owe Sophia a favor, I thought I might as well use this opportunity to clear it." + +Max’s eyes flickered with understanding. + +So that was it. + +This wasn’t about the Union Vanguard— + +This was about Sophia’s influence. + +’She really does have a lot of connections…’ Max thought. + +Despite the favor, Zax didn’t seem hostile. + +His warning felt genuine—not as a duty, but as a professional concern. + +Max nodded. + +"I see. I am very grateful for your warning." + +With those words, Max descended, landing smoothly on the ground. + +Max glanced back at Commander Zax, his expression calm. + +"I will keep your words in mind. Also, I’ll inform Master Sophia about you." + +With a casual wave, he soared into the sky once again. + +Just as he was gaining altitude, Zax’s voice rang out— + +"Be careful! You’re way deep into the Outer Circle right now!" + +Max halted midair, briefly looking back. + +Then— + +With a grin, he raised his hand— + +And gave Zax a thumbs-up. + +With that, he put on the white mask with no holes even for eyes. + +The mask was one complete mask of white color with no holes or anything. + +Putting the mask on, he continued his flight. + +After hours of continuous flight, Max still saw no trace of the Inner Circle. + +This made him wonder— + +’Just how vast is the Outer Circle of the East Region?’ + +It was far bigger than he expected. + +Then— + +A thought struck him. + +’Let’s test that.’ + +With a simple thought, Max reached into his storage— + +And pulled out a small leaf. + +But— + +This was no ordinary leaf. + +It burned with black flames, flickering ominously in the wind. + +Max examined the leaf, watching the black flames flicker ominously. + +This wasn’t just any leaf— + +Discover hidden content at freewebnovel + +It was the one given to him by Asha and her guildmate— + +A key to the hidden headquarters of the Black Lotus Guild. + +According to them, this leaf— + +Burning with black flames— + +Would guide those of their bloodline to their hidden base. + +But for others? + +It was useless. + +Out of all the powers in the East Region, + +The Black Lotus Guild’s headquarters was the only one no one had ever found. + +It was as if it didn’t exist at all. + +As though— + +They simply weren’t living in the East Region. + +’Let’s see which direction it leads.’ + +With that thought, Max let go of the black-flamed leaf. + +The moment he released it— + +It reacted instantly— + +Turning back and flying in the direction he had just come from. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he reached out— + +And caught the leaf midair, putting it away. + +’So, their base is in the Outer Circle… deep in the Outer Circle.’ + +This was a revelation. + +The Black Lotus Guild wasn’t hidden in some mysterious dimension— + +Nor was it in some unreachable location. + +It was right here— + +Somewhere within the Outer Circle of the East Region. + +For now, though— + +He had no plans to go there. + +At least, not yet. + +’Let’s leave.’ + +Max thought flying towards the Inner Circle of the East Region. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-202.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-202.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..74d1a08 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-202.md @@ -0,0 +1,350 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 202: Aion" +slug: "ch-202" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 202 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1250 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After half an hour, Max finally reached the Inner Circle. + +The scene before him was a stark contrast to the vast wilderness he had been flying through. + +Flying vehicles streaked through the skies. + +Ground vehicles moved in orderly lines along the streets. + +Buildings stretched high, towering over the urban landscape. + +’It’s been a long time since I was here.’ + +Max sighed, his eyes drifting over the familiar sights. + +His mind flashed back to William and Zixi. + +’I wonder what they are doing right now?’ + +But then— + +Another person came to mind. + +His gaze hardened. + +’Let’s head to the Core Circle.’ + +With a sigh, Max picked up speed— + +Soaring deeper into the heart of the East Region. + +As Max soared through the Inner Circle, something caught his eye. + +A billboard— + +A massive digital screen floating in the air. + +His eyes widened at what was displayed— + +It was a video. + +A battle between him and Revenna. + +Max stared in shock— + +’Damn, they made copies of my battles?!’ + +Not only that— + +They even spread it all the way to the Inner Circle?! + +At that moment, he understood everything. + +Why his name had spread so fast. + +Why everyone in the East Region already knew who he was. + +Why the Envoy from the Lost Continent might be looking for him. + +’Anyone can access my battles if they’re available on the Extranet.’ + +That meant— + +News outlets were covering it. + +People were watching and analyzing his fights. + +Discussions were happening everywhere. + +His battles weren’t just famous— + +They had gone viral. + +’Damn this!’ Max cursed as he sent a mental message to the Blob in his Dimension of Spirits. + +"Blob! You just had to live broadcast our battles outside the temple?!" + +The Blob’s response was casual, as if it had done nothing wrong. + +"It was one of the rules master had set for the Battle of the Strongest. Every battle in the Battle Realm had to be broadcasted to all the regions from where the other geniuses came from. So, I did what I was asked." + +Max felt his head throb. + +’All planned...?’ + +The Blob then mused thoughtfully. + +"But I guess he was scheming something deeper... considering he planned to take over the body of whoever defeated everyone in the Battle Realm and became the strongest." + +A chill ran through Max’s spine. + +’So, the Temple Master… He made sure the strongest genius would be the most famous one, so when he took over their body, he would already have influence and power?’ + +But why? + +The Blob hummed in thought. + +"I wonder what his true plans were…" Experience tales with freewebnovel + +Max’s expression darkened as he processed the Blob’s words. + +’That damn Temple Master… He schemed so deeply, even beyond death?’ + +It didn’t make sense. + +What was the benefit of gathering so much fame? + +Max preferred to stay unnoticed—to move in the shadows. + +Now, because of this, he couldn’t walk down a street without someone recognizing him. + +’If he planned to take over my body, did he also plan to use my fame for something bigger?’ + +It was troubling. + +But— + +Max let out a sigh of relief. + +"Good thing I decided to wear a mask. Phew." + +He secretly thanked Zax, who had warned him about standing out too much. + +Now, at least— + +His real identity was still hidden. + +As Max soared through the Core Region, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking his path midair. + +Max instinctively tensed, his sharp gaze locking onto the intruder. + +It was a young man, his long black hair cascading down to his shoulders. + +His expression—calm and relaxed. + +The young man raised a hand, his voice polite. + +"Brother, I see you wear a mask—so don’t be alarmed." + +His tone was gentle, almost too casual. + +"I have no ill intentions." + +He smiled. + +"I only wish to ask for directions." + +A pause— + +Then— + +"Could you take me to the Phoenix Order Guild?" + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +"You’re looking for the guild?" + +The young man nodded. + +"I want to take the recruitment test—but I don’t know where it’s held." + +His words carried no hostility, no hidden edge. + +Just a simple request. + +Max gave him a quick glance, scanning him from head to toe. + +The young man’s aura was undeniably powerful—Peak Adept Rank—yet he didn’t know where the Phoenix Order Guild’s recruitment test was held? + +’I guess I’m not the most ignorant person in this world after all.’ + +Max shook his head, sighing inwardly. + +Still, there was no reason to refuse. + +"Alright, follow me." + +The young man nodded. + +"My name is Aion, by the way." + +He paused, his expression amused. + +"I won’t ask for yours—since you’re wearing a mask." + +Max smirked beneath his mask. + +"Smart. Now keep up." + +Without another word— + +He soared forward, heading toward the Phoenix Order Guild— + +And Aion followed close behind. + +An hour later, Max and Aion finally arrived at the entrance of the Phoenix Order Guild. + +As they touched down, their feet landing on solid ground, Max raised a hand, stopping Aion. + +"Wait a minute." + +Without another word— + +Max tapped his holowatch, contacting Alice. + +The moment she picked up, her voice exploded through the line— + +[It’s done—AND WHERE ARE YOU?! ARE YOU BACK?!] + +Max sighed, shaking his head. + +[I’ll see you in a minute.] + +Closing the communication, he turned back to Aion. + +"Someone will come and take you to where the recruitment test is held. Just wait here." + +Aion nodded politely. + +"Understood, brother. Thank you." + +Max smiled behind his mask, then— + +His figure blurred, disappearing into thin air. + +Aion watched him go, a small smile forming on his lips. + +His gaze lingered for a moment— + +Before he turned towards the guild’s towering entrance, awaiting his next step. + +— + +Max materialized at the portal leading to the guild, hidden deep near the entrance. + +Without hesitation— + +He stepped forward, his body passing through the portal in a flash of light. + +A moment later— + +He emerged inside the Phoenix Order Guild. + +The scene was unchanged— + +Guild members moved about, some entering the portal while others, like him, were arriving back from their missions. + +The air buzzed with familiar energy—the liveliness of a guild constantly in motion. + +Max’s eyes swept over the surroundings— + +His lips curled into a small smile. + +’I’m back.’ + +The weight of the outside world momentarily lifted. + +Here— + +At least for now— + +He was home. + +However— + +Before Max could even take a step— + +A horde of guild members rushed in, surrounding him in a tight formation. + +Weapons were drawn— + +Their aura surged— + +Eyes filled with caution and hostility. + +"Who are you?! Put away the mask and reveal your face!" + +A sharp voice cut through the air. + +Max glanced at the guild members surrounding him— + +His expression calm, but inwardly—𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +He was genuinely impressed. + +Despite knowing nothing about him, they had no hesitation in surrounding him. + +A person in mask. + +’I guess they didn’t fear someone in the apprentice rank.’ + +He mused. + +Then— + +Without breaking eye contact, Max raised a hand— + +And slowly, he reached for his mask. + +The guild members tensed, watching in anticipation. + +Then— + +Max removed his mask. + +A deep silence followed— + +As if time itself had paused. + +The guild members who had surrounded Max— + +Froze in place. + +Their eyes widened— + +Their breaths hitched— + +Their minds reeled in disbelief. + +Some even— + +Rubbed their eyes. + +As if they were seeing an illusion. + +As if— + +The face before them— + +The one they had seen everywhere— + +On the Extranet. + +On billboards. + +In news reports. + +In battle replays. + +—Was too unreal to be standing right in front of them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-203.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-203.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13cd3ae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-203.md @@ -0,0 +1,474 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 203: Meeting Alice" +slug: "ch-203" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 203 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1267 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Then— + +A single voice shattered the silence. + +"IT’S MAX!" + +And chaos erupted. + +"Holy Moly! We just surrounded the number one genius of the East Region!" + +"Max! He’s really back!" + +"Damn, I can’t believe it! It’s actually him!" + +— + +The guild members lost control— + +Their excitement exploding like a flood. + +They rushed forward, their voices overlapping— + +Throwing questions at Max one after another— + +"Max! Who gave you the hardest time in the Battle Realm?!" + +"Max! Can you train me a bit?!" + +"Max! Join my department!" + +"Max! I’m alone tonight..." + +— + +Max— + +Completely stunned— + +Could only step back— + +As the crowd surged closer. + +A wry smile crept onto his face. + +’This is crazy...’ + +Then— + +A loud voice cut through the chaos— + +Sharp. Commanding. Unyielding. + +"EVERYONE, STEP ASIDE!" + +The guild members immediately froze. + +They recognized that voice instantly. + +And without hesitation— + +They cleared the way. + +Like a sea parting before a storm. + +Then— + +Two figures emerged from the cleared path— + +Sophia. + +Alice. + +Sophia crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. + +"You just had to make a scene the moment you arrived, huh?" + +Her tone— + +A mix of annoyance and a bit of doting. + +Max— + +Cried internally. + +"It’s not my fault at all!" He protested, raising his hands. + +Sophia shook her head, sighing. + +Then, she turned to Alice— + +"Take him away." + +Her tone left no room for argument. + +Max blinked. + +’Wait, what?’ + +Before he could react— + +Alice grabbed his wrist. + +Firmly. + +Dragging him away. + +— + +Sophia then faced the crowd. + +Her gaze sweeping over them— + +Like a monarch addressing her subjects. + +"You all have work to do. Get to it." + +Her voice— + +Calm. Unshakable. Absolute. + +The guild members— + +Without a single complaint— + +Scattered immediately. + +As if they had never been there. + +— + +Alice looked at Max, her face solemn. + +Her voice laced with relief and worry. + +"You’re one week late. I thought something had happened to you." + +Max smiled at her, sensing the genuine concern in her tone. + +"Well, the inheritance part took some time, so I was a bit late." + +Though— + +In truth… + +A disaster had indeed come his way. + +And— + +He barely survived. + +But there was no need to bring that up now. + +Then— + +A thought crossed his mind. + +Max turned to her— + +And with a cheeky smile, he asked: + +"So you’ve been worrying about me?" + +Alice froze. + +Her face— + +Instantly turned red. + +She flustered, taking a step back. + +"W-Who?! Who’s worried?!" + +Her voice came out higher than usual. + +Max grinned, amused by her reaction. + +Alice quickly cleared her throat, crossing her arms. + +"I was just asking because my mother thought you were taking too long in the temple!" + +Max chuckled. + +"Is that so?" + +His tone playful. + +Alice, still red-faced, avoided his gaze. + +Then— + +She quickly changed the topic. + +"Anyway! My mom is waiting for you." + +Her steps quickened as she led him toward— + +The Hall of Elders. + +— + +Then— + +They arrived. + +A massive door stood before them. + +Gold shimmered beneath the light, its surface engraved with intricate phoenix designs. + +The artistry was breathtaking— + +As if the phoenixes themselves would rise from the door at any moment. + +Alice stepped back. + +Her tone firm yet gentle— + +"You go alone." Stay updated through freewebnovel + +Max nodded, his eyes fixed on the door. + +’This is my first time entering here…’ + +He took a deep breath— + +Then, without hesitation— + +Max pushed the doors open. + +And stepped inside. + +— + +What awaited Max on the other side was a chamber. + +His eyes sweeping across the grand chamber. + +The Hall of Elders was vast— + +Yet— + +Empty. + +Only one figure sat at the center— + +A woman, poised with an air of undeniable authority. + +Her gaze met his— + +Calm. Piercing. + +Even without flames, her presence alone burned like an inferno. + +She sat in the middle chair— + +The seats to her left and right, arranged in perfect symmetry— + +All vacant. + +Aurelia Fireborne. + +Alice’s mother. + +Leader of the Phoenix Order. + +’She’s alone?’ + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly. + +’I expected all the elders to be here as well…’ + +He had thought he would face a council— + +Yet instead— + +Only her. + +"For your privacy, I decided to hear your report alone." + +Aurelia’s voice was calm—measured. + +Max nodded slightly. + +"I appreciate this." + +She didn’t respond immediately. + +Instead, her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of her chair. + +Then— + +"So, did you get the inheritance?" + +Straight to the point. + +Max had expected this question. + +It was obvious he would be asked the moment he returned. + +And so— + +He had already prepared his answer. + +His expression remained neutral. + +"I did." + +Aurelia’s eyes narrowed slightly. + +There was a moment of silence. + +Then— + +"What about the temple?" + +Her voice remained calm— + +But there was a weight to her words. + +"Is it still functional?" + +Max shook his head. + +"I don’t know." + +Aurelia’s eyes sharpened. + +Max continued— + +"Before I left, the Blob mentioned that the temple would disappear from the East Region." + +He paused— + +His tone remained steady. + +"I don’t know the specifics." + +Aurelia studied him—her gaze sharp, piercing. + +She nodded slightly, as if confirming something to herself. + +Then— + +"You are a Voidwalker, aren’t you?" + +Her words struck like thunder. + +Max’s heart turned cold. + +His pupils trembled. + +His breath hitched—just slightly. + +’How?’ + +A storm of questions crashed into his mind. + +’How does she know? Did she suspect me all this time? Or… did someone tell her?’ + +But— + +Max did not panic. + +His expression remained composed, forcing himself to remained calm. + +He tilted his head slightly, a confused look appearing on his face. + +"Voidwalker?" + +His voice held nothing but genuine curiosity. + +"Are you mistaking me for someone else?" + +His tone was so natural—so flawlessly neutral—that anyone else would have been convinced. + +But— + +Aurelia was not just anyone. + +"There has never been a genius this strong—this monstrous—in the entire Valora Continent, let alone our East Region." + +Her eyes bore into him. + +"The last person to even come close was Freya Voidwalker. Her existence alone shook the East Region—a storm that has yet to settle."𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +A pause. + +Then— + +"And now, a genius even more terrifying than her appears. Is that a coincidence?" + +Max’s expression darkened. + +She knew. + +There was no point in pretending anymore. + +Aurelia leaned forward slightly, her voice measured. + +"A few years ago, our guild received an anonymous tip. It mentioned a boy—one who might be the younger brother of Freya Voidwalker. The message was sent only to me. No one else knows about it." + +A brief silence. + +Then, she continued. + +"Because of our… history with Freya, I was curious. I personally went to investigate." + +Her fingers tapped lightly against the chair’s armrest. + +"But I was disappointed. He didn’t have the black hair like Freya. And his blood—" + +She narrowed her eyes. + +"His blood didn’t match hers, either." + +A deep breath. + +"So, I concluded that you, Max Morgan was not Freya Voidwalker’s brother." + +Her words hung in the air—heavy, final. + +And then— + +"But that changed when I saw your battles." + +A shift in her expression. + +Something between realization and certainty. + +"Your talent. Your growth. Your sheer dominance over the other geniuses—" + +Her voice lowered. + +"You surpassed Freya’s talent by a landslide." + +The air felt thicker. + +Max remained silent. + +Aurelia’s fingers stilled. + +"That was when I recalled something." + +She glanced at him—sharp, calculating. + +"Veylin. He tested your blood during the dungeon break incident." + +A beat. + +Then— + +"I assumed he or the Monarch must have been tipped off by the same person." + +The pieces were falling into place. + +And finally— + +Her gaze locked onto his. + +"So tell me, Max—" + +Her voice was calm, yet unshakable. + +"Are you Freya Voidwalker’s little brother? Or the Monarch and our guild had been tipped off wrongly by someone?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-204.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-204.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..981ea16 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-204.md @@ -0,0 +1,366 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 204: A face in the cloud" +slug: "ch-204" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 204 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1255 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max remained silent. + +His mind raced, searching for a way out of this predicament. + +Never—not even once—had he expected anyone to question his identity. + +He had been meticulous. + +Painstakingly cautious about anything that could hint at his connection to the Voidwalkers. + +Every step. + +Every interaction. + +Every trace of his existence—all carefully curated to avoid suspicion. + +And, as if fate itself had shielded him, even his blood didn’t match that of his sister. + +By all logic, there should have been no reason for anyone to link him to Freya. + +Yet— + +Here he was. + +Standing before Aurelia Fireborne, leader of the Phoenix Order, facing the very question he had feared the most. + +’Just because my talent is above hers?’ + +Max’s pulse quickened. + +But his face? + +Unreadable. + +He couldn’t afford to falter. Not now. + +Taking a steady breath, he spoke—his tone calm, controlled. + +"I don’t know what you’re talking about." + +His gaze met Aurelia’s, unwavering. + +"But I am not who you think I am. I am Max Morgan—not a Voidwalker." + +His voice carried just enough confusion, as if he were genuinely baffled by the accusation. + +Then, without hesitation— + +"If that’s all you wanted to ask—" + +He turned around. + +"I’ll be taking my leave." + +Aurelia watched as Max walked toward the door, a small smile forming on her lips. + +"Don’t take my words to heart," she said, her tone light yet laced with meaning. "After all, it’s just an assumption at this point." + +Then, her voice shifted—turning sharper. + +"But I must warn you… Do not mistake my daughter’s simplicity for ignorance. If I can piece this together, then she might have her own suspicions as well." + +Max paused at the threshold, his hand resting on the door. + +For a brief moment—he considered her words. + +Then—without turning back— + +"I’ll keep that in mind." + +With that, he left. + +Aurelia remained seated, her gaze lingering on the now-closed door. + +Her smile faded. + +Her expression grew solemn. + +’The ability to fight ten levels above one’s rank…’ + +Even in the Four God Nations, such a feat was unheard of. Enjoy new stories from freewebnovel + +She leaned back in her chair, deep in thought. + +’Max Morgan… your talent knows no bounds.’ + +Her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest. + +’And if I can see this—’ + +Her eyes narrowed. + +’What about the rest of the world?’ + +*** + +Alice stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Max as he exited the Hall of Elders. + +Something about his expression felt off. + +"What did my mother say?" + +Max didn’t answer immediately. His brows were furrowed, his mind elsewhere. + +Alice’s frown deepened. + +"What happened? Did she scold you?" + +Still no response. + +Her concern grew. + +Then— + +Max finally looked at her. + +And forced a small smile. + +"It’s nothing. Your mother just gave me a deadline to reach Adept Rank… which I think is way too soon." + +Alice sighed in relief. + +"Yeah, that sounds like her. But don’t take it too seriously. She says things like that just to push me forward… even when she doesn’t really mean them." + +Max nodded. His face held a smile. + +But his thoughts were elsewhere. + +Something was weighing on him. + +Alice could tell. + +Yet— + +She didn’t press. + +Max stretched his arms slightly. + +"Alice, I’m tired. I’ll see you later." + +Alice studied him for a moment. + +Then nodded. + +"Alright, rest up. We’ll meet at our usual place tomorrow." + +Max nodded awkwardly before turning to leave, ready to retreat to his room and process everything. + +But just as he took a step— + +The doors to the Hall of Elders swung open. + +Aurelia stepped out. + +Her sharp gaze landed on him immediately. + +"I forgot to mention—The Envoy is expecting you tomorrow. Be ready in the morning. I’ll take you there myself." + +Max’s brows furrowed. + +"Are the four families also involved in this?" + +Aurelia nodded. + +"Every major power in the East Region will be present. Tomorrow isn’t just about the Envoy meeting you… it’s the official welcoming ceremony for them." + +Max exhaled slowly. + +So it wasn’t just a private meeting. + +It was a full-scale gathering. + +"Alright, I’ll be there in the morning." + +Just as he finished speaking— + +Alice stepped forward, her tone laced with frustration. + +"Mother, why didn’t you tell me this before?" + +Aurelia shot her a cold glare. + +"Because I won’t allow you to go." + +Alice stiffened. + +"But Mother—" + +"No buts." Aurelia’s voice was firm. "You’re too weak to be there." + +Alice clenched her fists. + +Aurelia’s gaze softened slightly. + +"The King of the West’s birthday is in four months. Use that time wisely—cultivate to the peak of Apprentice Rank. If you do, I promise to take you there. You wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to meet Princess Aveline, would you?" + +Alice bit her lip. + +Then, reluctantly— + +She nodded. + +Max was about to say something to Alice— + +But then— + +A sudden shift in the air. + +A crushing force descended from above. + +His instincts screamed. + +His head snapped up. + +The sky— + +Pitch black. + +The clouds churned violently, swallowing all traces of light. + +And the pressure— + +Overwhelming. + +A suffocating weight settled over the entire East Region. + +Weaker experts—struggling to even stand. + +Their breaths turned ragged, their bodies trembling under the sheer force of it. + +This wasn’t normal. + +This wasn’t natural. + +Something was coming. + +Aurelia stepped forward. + +"Stay behind me. Both of you." + +Her voice was calm, but urgent. + +Her aura flared—golden flames bursting to life around her. + +A shield of energy wrapped around Max and Alice, keeping the crushing pressure at bay. + +Max’s eyes remained locked on the sky. + +’What the hell is descending upon the East Region?’ + +The entire East Region was in turmoil. + +From the four great families to the five major guilds, every leader stood in silence—faces dark, expressions grim. + +All eyes turned to the sky, where the suffocating pressure radiated like an invisible storm. + +They all knew. + +There was only one person in the East Region capable of something like this. + +Somewhere, within an enormous estate, a golden villa stood at the heart of an expansive garden. + +A middle-aged man stood at the balcony—broad-shouldered, his dark red hair neatly tied back. + +His face remained calm, but his eyes— + +Sharp. Piercing. Unwavering. + +Like the others, he too, was staring at the sky. + +His frown deepened. + +"This pressure…" + +His voice was low, but the weight behind his words was undeniable. + +"It surpasses the peak of Expert Rank, yet at the same time… it doesn’t." + +His fists clenched slightly. + +"Someone here… is dangerously close to reaching Master Rank?" + +A pause. + +Then— + +Shock. + +"How is this possible?!" + +The sky twisted—black clouds merging, swirling, converging. + +Then— + +A face formed. + +A massive, ominous visage loomed over the entire East Region. + +The sight sent a chill down the spines of countless experts. + +Because that face— + +It was unmistakable. + +Cruel. Unforgiving. A harbinger of slaughter. + +The Young Monarch. + +Gasps echoed across the region. + +Panic spread like wildfire. + +Then, his voice thundered— + +Deep. Unyielding. + +"Where is Aurelia? Show yourself!" + +The words rippled through the heavens, shaking the very foundation of the land. + +Max’s frown deepened. + +’Looking for her?’ + +His gaze shifted to Aurelia. + +But she had already stepped forward. + +Her aura surged, blazing with an intensity that pushed back against the crushing pressure. + +Then— + +She spoke. + +"I am right here." + +The eyes within the swirling black clouds locked onto Aurelia— + +Cold. Unwavering. Absolute. + +Then— + +He spoke. + +"You have two choices." + +The pressure thickened, suffocating even the strongest experts in the region. + +"Cut off all ties with Max Morgan…" + +A pause. + +Then, his next words shook the very sky itself. + +"Or… I shall come for the Phoenix Flames myself." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-205.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-205.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5f2f52 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-205.md @@ -0,0 +1,374 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 205. Evil Wheel of Samasara" +slug: "ch-205" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 205 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1268 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s eyes widened— + +His face darkened. + +Aurelia stood unmoved, her expression unreadable. + +But the Young Monarch wasn’t done. + +"Your choice. You have a month." + +His gaze swept over the entire East Region— + +A silent warning. + +Then, his voice boomed once more. + +"And this is for everyone listening…" + +The air trembled— + +Every leader, every warrior, every bystander held their breath. + +"It would do you all well not to interfere in the matters of the Monarch from now on." + +The sky rumbled—as if the heavens themselves were acknowledging his decree. + +"Otherwise—" + +The weight of his words crushed down like an executioner’s blade. + +"Blood shall be shed." + +"People shall be killed." + +"And the East… shall be destroyed." + +Max’s expression darkened. + +He had never expected the Young Monarch to go this far— + +To force his hand. + +To threaten an entire region just to draw him out. + +’Someone… told him about me.’ + +His mind raced. + +The Black Lotus guild’s report… + +An anonymous figure had revealed his existence to the Monarch. + +The Phoenix Order… + +The same thing happened. + +’Who the hell is pulling the strings?’ + +His gaze hardened as he watched the face in the sky dissolve, the black clouds slowly fading— + +Leaving behind nothing but a clear, open sky. + +Then— + +A final whisper— + +A voice only he could hear. + +"Max... we will meet soon." + +And with that— + +The storm had passed. + +Max glanced at the sky, letting out a slow sigh. + +’It seems… I have no choice but to go to the Black Lotus Guild.’ + +Whether he liked it or not, they were the only faction that could take him in after he left the Phoenix Order. + +And at this point— + +Leaving wasn’t just an option. + +It was necessary. + +A must. + +He wouldn’t risk Alice’s life for his own stubbornness. + +If his departure meant the Young Monarch would back off— + +Then he was willing to take the deal. + +For Alice. + +Alice’s face fell, her eyes filled with worry. + +She turned back to her mother. + +"Mother, what’s going on? Why is that man after Max? And you won’t expel him from the guild… right?" + +Her voice was urgent, her tone pleading. + +Aurelia let out a slow sigh. + +"That… I don’t know. But we have a month. That’s enough time to come up with something." + +She placed a reassuring hand on Alice’s shoulder. + +"Don’t worry." + +Alice nodded slowly, though the unease in her heart remained. + +She turned toward Max— + +But he looked away. + +Enjoy exclusive adventures from freewebnovel + +"I’m tired. I’ll talk to you later." + +Without another word, he walked off, his steps heavy as he made his way back to his house in the guild. + +Alice watched him go, her hands clenching into fists. + +*** + +Back in his room, Max changed into his casual clothes and collapsed onto the bed. + +His mind weighed heavy. + +"Things have changed now." + +He sighed, staring at the ceiling. + +Never had he expected that after leaving the temple and returning to the guild, things would spiral out of control. + +And worst of all— + +Nothing had gone in his favor. + +But— + +Worrying wouldn’t change anything. + +He took a slow, deep breath— + +And stepped into his Dimension of Time. + +— + +Pure white. + +An endless expanse of nothingness. + +A world without boundaries, without distractions— + +Just silence. + +Just peace. + +Max stood there, letting the emptiness wash over him. + +A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. + +"Alright… time to train." + +Max focused, steadying his breath. + +He had four skills and two techniques to master. + +But before that— + +He needed something that would push his strength to a whole new level. + +His Fusion State Aura sat at 21% completion— + +Right now, it only contained Sword Aura and Flame Aura. + +But that wasn’t enough. + +Lightning Aura had to be fused next. + +As for Space Aura—it was still at Level 1. Until it reached Level 2, fusing it was impossible. + +Max closed his eyes, his mind sharpening like a blade. + +’Let’s do this.’ + +Max stood motionless, eyes shut, his breath steady. + +The white world faded. + +All that remained—the storm within. + +He reached inward, calling forth his Lightning Aura. + +It answered instantly. + +Sparks flickered. Purple lightning crackled to life, coiling around his limbs like living serpents. The air thrummed, heavy with charged energy, buzzing with raw, untamed power. + +Then— + +From the depths of his being, Fusion State aura stirred. + +A crushing force erupted from his core, causing the very air to tremble. + +Where Lightning Aura was wild, unpredictable— + +Fusion State was absolute. + +Refined. Controlled. Unyielding. + +The moment they met— + +They clashed. + +Lightning surged, erratic, resisting control. + +Fusion State imposed its dominance, demanding order. + +They repelled, refusing to merge. + +Max’s body trembled as shockwaves erupted around him. Arcs of violet lightning slammed into an invisible barrier of pure force, the collision tearing at the very air, clashing on Max’s body. + +They were incompatible. + +Max gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. + +He had expected this. + +Lightning was chaos—it refused control. + +Fusion State was command—it rejected disorder. + +But they weren’t enemies. + +He exhaled. + +Instead of forcing them together— + +He let them flow. + +He didn’t suppress the lightning. + +He didn’t try to cage it. + +He let it move, wild yet unrestricted, freely roaming through the boundaries of Fusion State. + +At first, the two remained distant, still resisting—still rejecting. + +Then— + +Max guided them. + +He let Fusion State shape the lightning, not as a force to contain it—but to refine it. + +The change was subtle at first. + +The crackling arcs no longer lashed out violently. + +They adapted. + +The Fusion State Aura no longer tried to crush the storm—it wove around it, stabilizing it, amplifying its strength instead of fighting it. + +The tension in space thickened. + +The air grew heavier. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +A detonation of power erupted. + +Lightning-infused Fusion State was born. + +Max’s body ignited with a new aura—one coursing with streaks of electrified energy. + +No longer just structure—it was speed. It was fluidity. It was raw, unrelenting intensity. + +A reborn power. + +Lightning no longer opposed Fusion State—it became part of it. + +The once-contained force now surged with motion, its speed and destructive energy woven into its very essence. + +Max clenched his fists. + +His veins roared. + +His aura crackled and burned, alive yet controlled. + +This was no longer just Fusion State Aura of the last time. + +This was— + +Fusion State aura of Sword Aura, Flame Aura and Lightning Aura fused into one. + +All three of them at level 2. + +[Fusion State is increased to 30%] + +’This power… it’s far stronger than Fusion State at 20%.’ + +Max could feel it— + +The sheer density of his aura. + +The intent behind it was overwhelming, powerful enough to shatter any Level 3 Aura with ease. + +Even he hadn’t expected this level of improvement. + +’I guess fusing three auras increased the strength qualitatively.’ + +This wasn’t just an addition of power. + +It was an evolution.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +His Fusion State Aura wasn’t just stronger— + +It was becoming something far beyond normal comprehension. + +A small smirk formed on his lips. + +Satisfied. + +— + +Without wasting time, Max took out the Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique. + +He flipped through the ancient scroll, his eyes scanning the details. + +Seven sword attacks. + +At least— + +That’s what it claimed to be. + +Yet, the more he read— + +The more confused he became. + +Not a single movement resembled a traditional sword technique. + +There were no slashes. No thrusts. No defensive counters. + +It was… bizarre. + +’This technique is very strange… Not a single sword attack looks like a sword attack to me.’ + +His gaze shifted to the first move— + +Evil Wheel of Samsara. + +Just the name alone carried a mysterious weight. + +Max frowned. + +Something about it— + +Felt unnatural. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-206.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-206.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..545e4a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-206.md @@ -0,0 +1,306 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 206: Slaughter and Lightning" +slug: "ch-206" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 206 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1247 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +In a world drowned in white, a lone figure stood. + +Max. + +White hair, a steady stance, both hands gripping his sword. + +His eyes remained closed, his breathing calm. + +For hours, he didn’t move. + +Then— + +A single stab. + +The motion was simple, almost effortless— + +Yet— + +At the tip of his sword, something formed. + +A wheel, violently rotating, light gray in color. + +It hummed with a strange, eerie energy— + +As if twisting reality itself. + +Max exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto the phantom-like construct before him. + +"Finally…" + +A small smirk played on his lips. + +"I can perform the first move without any mistakes." + +His eyes flickered with satisfaction. + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara— + +The first step to mastering Voidborne Edge. + +Max narrowed his eyes, studying the spinning wheel before him. + +It was flawless in form. + +Yet— + +It lacked something. + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara should have been drenched in malice, radiating an aura of death and despair. + +According to the technique. + +But this— + +It was hollow. + +Incomplete. + +Max sighed. He knew why. + +To bring out its true power, the wheel had to be infused with Slaughter Aura— + +Or even greater— + +The Concept of Slaughter. + +But— + +Max possessed neither. + +And without them— + +This technique was only a shadow of what it was meant to be. + +’That means the Evil Wheel of Samasara and the Voidborne Edge along with Crimson Havoc Fist were designed to be evil techniques?’ + +Max’s fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, his mind swirling with the weight of his revelation. + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara pulsed before him—dark, ominous, hungry. + +It was a construct of death, a technique crafted from the endless cycle of carnage. + +Yet— + +Something was missing. + +The wheel trembled, as if resisting its incomplete state. + +His brows furrowed. + +It’s not whole… because I lack Slaughter Aura. + +It was a requirement. The technique stated that the Evil Wheel of Samsara could only reach its true peak when imbued with the essence of slaughter itself. + +But— + +What if it didn’t have to be? + +His thoughts spun. + +"The only difference between Voidborne Edge and Crimson Havoc Fist is that the former can be used without Slaughter Aura, while the latter cannot." + +His own words lingered in his mind. + +That meant something. + +A connection. + +A fundamental truth hidden beneath the techniques. + +Max’s gaze sharpened. + +Could they have originated from the same power? + +It made sense. Both were overwhelming techniques, both carried destruction in their core, and both resonated with something deeper—the essence of slaughter itself. + +Moreover, the blob also mentioned the two techniques were originally a pair. + +Max’s gaze flickered back to the Evil Wheel of Samsara. + +It was waiting. + +It pulsed, swirling with potential, as if expecting him to take the next step. + +A wild thought surged through his mind. + +"What if… I use another aura?" + +His fingers twitched, excitement and uncertainty warring within him. + +This was reckless—insane, even.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara was designed to feast on slaughter, to thrive in the blood-soaked chaos of battlefields. It was created as an instrument of death—nothing more, nothing less. + +But did that mean it was limited to only that path? + +Max exhaled slowly. + +He had never accepted limitations. + +Not in his abilities. Not in his techniques. + +His Fusion State Aura had evolved because he refused to be bound by what others deemed possible. His techniques had merged because he willed it so. + +This could work. + +Or it could rip him apart. + +’I might as well try it.’ + +The moment the thought took root, Max moved. + +His eyes locked onto the Evil Wheel of Samsara, its swirling gray surface exuding a cold, ominous stillness. It was a force meant to cycle through death and rebirth, thriving on slaughter—a technique bound to the essence of carnage. + +But Max? + +He refused to be bound. + +His grip tightened around his sword, the edges of his fingers glowing as he channeled Fusion State aura into the blade. A dense, structured energy surged forth, its sheer force warping the air around him. + +It moved toward the wheel, slow at first—then all at once. + +For a heartbeat, the technique responded. + +It trembled. Shifted. Began to accept the foreign power— + +Then— + +BOOM! + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara exploded. + +A shockwave ripped through the air as fragments of gray energy shattered like glass, dissolving into nothingness before they could even hit the ground. + +Max didn’t flinch. + +His frown deepened, eyes sharp as he observed the aftermath. + +It wasn’t just broken. + +It had rejected the Fusion State aura completely. + +The Fusion State aura—his most refined, perfected force—had been utterly incompatible with the technique. It had been torn apart on a fundamental level. + +Max frowned when he saw that but he didn’t lose hope and tried again. + +This time, he didn’t rush. + +This time, he moved with patience—with precision. + +He took a slow, controlled breath, sharpening his focus, clearing his mind. + +With a steady motion, he thrust his sword forward. + +Once again, the Evil Wheel of Samsara materialized before him—its swirling gray construct pulsing in rhythmic waves, rotating violently, as if hungry, as if waiting to be fed. + +But this time— + +Max wouldn’t force it. + +Instead of overwhelming it with sheer power, he focused on something far more important— + +Control. + +He gathered just 1% of his Fusion State Aura, the absolute minimum, letting it flow into his sword—not directly into the wheel, but into the blade itself. + +The air hummed as the energy pulsed faintly—adjusting, stabilizing, adapting to the medium. + +Seconds passed. + +The balance held. + +Now came the final step. + +With slow, deliberate movement, he channeled the stabilized Fusion State Aura toward the Evil Wheel of Samsara. + +The moment the energy made contact with the rotating construct— + +BOOM! + +The wheel shattered. + +Again. + +Its fragments dissolved instantly, erased as if it had never existed. + +Max’s frown deepened. + +His gaze lingered on the empty space where the wheel had been. + +"It failed again." + +A quiet frustration settled in his chest. + +Was his Fusion State Aura fundamentally incompatible with the Evil Wheel of Samsara? + +Or— + +Was the technique itself so rigid that only Slaughter Aura could ever refine it? + +"No, that couldn’t be..." + +Max’s fingers tightened around his sword, his thoughts racing. + +"If Fusion State Aura doesn’t work… then what about the others?" + +Without hesitation— + +He tried Sword Aura first. + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara formed once more, its eerie gray glow steady, humming with ominous energy. Max focused, guiding a thin thread of Sword Aura toward it. + +The moment it made contact— + +BOOM! + +The wheel shattered instantly. + +Max’s expression remained unreadable, but his mind had already moved on. + +"Sword Aura is a no-go. Let’s try Flame Aura." + +Another attempt. Another wheel forged into existence. + +This time—Flame Aura. + +A surge of heat spread outward, fire coiling along the edges of his sword. He controlled it, guided it, letting the scorching energy seep toward the construct. + +BOOM! + +Same result. + +Max sighed. If he were any other warrior, he might have believed that only Slaughter Aura could refine this technique. + +"Third time’s a charm." + +He conjured another Evil Wheel of Samsara, its eerie gray glow spinning steadily before him. + +Continue reading at freewebnovel + +But this time— + +Purple lightning crackled around his body. + +It surged wildly, untamed, bolts of electric energy streaking across his arms, dancing along his blade. + +Max guided them, compressing every flickering spark onto his sword, letting the energy hum with raw intensity. + +Slowly. Carefully. + +The first few sparks crawled from his sword— + +And touched the wheel’s surface. + +Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-207.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-207.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..902b5f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-207.md @@ -0,0 +1,278 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 207: A Promise" +slug: "ch-207" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 207 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1284 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +It happened. + +Instead of shattering— + +Instead of breaking apart like before— + +The wheel absorbed the lightning. + +A sudden surge of power rippled through it, its rotation accelerating, its presence sharpening. + +The once gray glow began to change— + +It turned deep purple. + +Electric arcs crackled along its edges, flickering wildly. + +Max’s eyes widened. + +Encouraged, he released more Lightning Aura into the wheel. + +Purple bolts surged forward, wrapping around the construct, embedding themselves deep within its form. + +WHIRRRRR! + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara rotated violently, spinning at an insane speed, warping the space around it. + +It was no longer just a weapon of slaughter— + +It had become something new. + +Something infused with speed, precision, and overwhelming electric force. + +Max stared at it for a moment— + +Then a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. + +"It worked." + +His voice was barely above a whisper, but the exhilaration in his eyes said it all. + +"Lightning worked!" + +A deep, rumbling laugh escaped him.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +After that, Max practiced the technique repeatedly, refining his control over the Evil Wheel of Samsara infused with Lightning Aura. + +Each time, the wheel spun faster, the lightning crackled sharper, its destructive force growing with every attempt. + +But— + +He had no way to gauge its full power. + +"I guess I’ll have to test it in a real battle," Max mused, sheathing his sword. + +With that thought, he shifted focus— + +Turning his attention to his new skills and techniques. + +For the rest of the day, he trained relentlessly. + +Inside the Dimension of Time, where years could pass in mere hours, Max honed every new ability—pushing them to their limits. + +The next day— + +Max and Alice stood alone in a secluded area, a place where no other guild members could see or hear them. + +The air was still, yet the weight between them was anything but light. + +Alice spoke first, her voice carrying both determination and worry. + +"Max, I spoke to my mother. She said she won’t give in to the Young Monarch’s demands. She’s not going to expel you from the guild. And with a month to prepare, we can ally with one of the Four Families… or even the King of the West. We can push him back. So you don’t need to worry." + +Her words were strong, but her eyes—they told a different story. + +Max sighed. + +There was so much he wanted to say, but he held back. + +Too many what-ifs. Too many uncertainties. + +"Alice…" + +He called her name gently. + +But Alice kept going, her words coming faster, filled with desperation, anxiety, and concern. + +"Alice." + +This time, his voice was firmer. + +She finally looked at him—her eyes glistening, on the verge of tears. + +Max met her gaze, his tone steady, assured. + +"Don’t worry. I won’t leave. Not yet. Not until the month is over." + +"But…" Alice’s voice wavered. "That means you’ll leave after that?" + +Max sighed. + +"You know how the Monarchs are. They’ll do anything to get what they want. If I don’t leave, it doesn’t matter how many alliances you form. He’ll come. And when he does, he won’t just take me—he’ll destroy the Phoenix Order. He’ll take you, too." + +Alice’s face tightened with emotion. + +"Is that what you want?" Max asked softly. + +Alice didn’t respond. She couldn’t. + +Max took a step closer. + +"And besides," he added, "we’ll still be in touch. So you really don’t need to worry." + +He turned to leave. "Alright, I have to go. Your mother and the others must be waiting for me." + +But Alice remained frozen, her expression unreadable. + +Max hesitated, then sighed. + +He stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look up at him. + +"Hey, you worry too much." + +His voice was lighter now, teasing, but still reassuring. + +"I know the strongest man on the continent is after me. But if he was really that strong, he would’ve come here himself instead of just sending a projection of his soul." + +Max smirked. + +"You know what that means? It means he’s not a Master Rank yet. If he was, he wouldn’t need all these schemes. And if that’s the case—he won’t come after me personally." + +Alice’s eyes flickered with understanding. + +"Besides," Max continued, "I know a better place to hide." + +Alice swallowed hard, then nodded. + +"So… when will we meet again?" she asked hesitantly. "After you leave?" + +Max grinned. + +"Four months later. On the King of the West’s birthday. You’re going, right? All the major guilds are. So am I. We’ll meet in the West." + +Alice’s lips parted, her fingers curling into fists. + +"Promise?" + +Max’s smirk widened. + +"Of course. It’s a promise." + +Then, with a chuckle, he added, "Besides, Crown Prince Aelric has invited me to the West more times than I can count. If I don’t go, it’d be disrespecting the royals. And I wouldn’t want to do that, would I?" + +Alice let out a small, relieved laugh. + +"Alright," she nodded. "You promised. And if you dare break that promise… I’ll tell Big Sis Sophia to beat you into a pulp." + +Max burst into laughter. + +"I’ll remember that." + +With a final glance at her, he turned— + +And in the next instant, he was gone. + +*** + +Max let out a deep sigh as he walked away from Alice, his mind heavy with thoughts. + +He had almost told her. + +Almost revealed the truth—that he was Voidwalker, the brother of Freya Voidwalker. + +But at the last moment—he stopped himself. + +’"I will tell her... I will be honest with her. But now is not the time."’ + +With that silent resolution, he pressed forward. + +By the time he arrived at the designated meeting point, the portal loomed ahead, shimmering with an eerie glow. + +The others were already waiting. + +Aurelia stood at the front, arms crossed, her sharp gaze flickering toward him the moment he appeared. + +Beside her, Anton shot him a glare, his usual scowl firmly in place. + +"You’re late." + +Max raised his hands in surrender. + +"I was training. Lost track of time." + +Anton scoffed. + +"Hmph. You better not make the same mistake again." + +Max shrugged, amused. + +’Damn, this guy changes his personality way too often.’ + +Some days, Anton acted superior, like a proud warrior who saw Max as a rival. + +Other days, he acted cold and indifferent, as if Max didn’t exist. + +Also very often he would be chill as if they were friends. + +And then there were moments like this—where he nagged like a strict instructor. + +’Pick a personality, man.’ + +Max’s gaze swept across the group. + +Your journey continues at freewebnovel + +Anton. Bruce. Serena. Aurelia. + +That was it. + +These were the only ones from their guild attending the welcoming ceremony of the Envoy. + +Aurelia spoke up, her tone sharp. + +"Is everyone here?" + +Anton shook his head. "We’re missing the new one." + +A frown tugged at his lips. + +Max raised an eyebrow. "New one?" + +Just then—footsteps echoed behind them. + +Sophia appeared, walking toward them—and someone followed behind her. + +The moment Max saw who it was, his eyes widened in surprise. + +Aion. + +The same guy he had given directions to just yesterday. + +’Well, this just got interesting.’ + +He sighed and turned to Aurelia, his voice steady. + +"Why are the Envoys from the Lost Continent here in Valora?" + +He narrowed his eyes. + +"I believe it’s related to our upcoming journey there in a few months… but something tells me there’s more to this than meets the eye." + +Aurelia met his gaze, her expression unreadable. + +For a moment, there was only silence. + +Then—she sighed. + +"You’re right." + +She glanced toward the portal, her eyes dark with contemplation. + +"Officially, they’re here to oversee the selection process for those who will journey to the Lost Continent." + +Her voice lowered slightly. + +"But unofficially… their arrival is far more complicated." + +Max’s gaze sharpened. "How so?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-208.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-208.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da656fb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-208.md @@ -0,0 +1,292 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 208: Soul Force leaking" +slug: "ch-208" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 208 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1243 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Aurelia’s voice was calm but firm. + +"They’re here for the Mourning Depths of the West Region." + +Her gaze sharpened. + +"The Lost Continent’s Abyssal Realm and the West Region’s Mourning Depths—two of the most dangerous zones in the Lower Domain. But also the most mysterious." + +She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. + +"The Envoy and his team plan to explore the Mourning Depths. Rumors say both the Abyssal Realm and the Mourning Depths hide treasures… and secrets from ten thousand years ago." + +Her voice lowered. + +"Secrets of the war that happened ten thousand years ago." + +Max hadn’t expected this. + +The truth behind their journey to Valora Continent ran deeper than he imagined. + +And now— + +Everything clicked into place. + +His sister’s words echoed in his mind. An opportunity hidden deep within the Mourning Depths. + +At the time, he had dismissed it as just another one of Freya’s cryptic hints. But now— + +The Envoy from the Lost Continent was heading there too. + +That changed everything. + +A surge of temptation stirred inside him. + +’Is this fate… or something more?’ + +His gaze sharpened. He turned to Aurelia. + +"Are we—the Five Guilds and the Four Families—going in with them?" + +Aurelia’s eyes flickered. + +For a moment, she said nothing. + +Then— + +She answered. + +"No. The entire exploration of the Mourning Depths will be led by the Envoy and the King of the West. If anyone else wishes to enter, they’ll have to join them." + +She paused, her expression turning grave. + +"The Mourning Depths is a forbidden land where death is as common as breathing. That’s why only one team—under the Envoy and the King of the West—will be allowed to explore." + +Her gaze darkened. + +"There won’t be separate teams for other regions. If they want in, they follow the Envoy’s lead." + +"I see." Max murmured, his mind racing. + +The Mourning Depths—a land of death and opportunity. + +His sister had emphasized its value, despite the danger. And now, with the Envoy and the King of the West leading the expedition, there was no better way to enter. + +If he was going to step into that forbidden land— + +He would do it with them. + +’The King of the West must know that place inside out. Sticking with his team would be the safest bet.’ + +A calculated choice. A necessary one. + +But there was one more thing— + +’I need to leave a good impression on the Envoy.’ + +If he offended them now, his chances of joining the exploration team would vanish. + +Max’s gaze flickered with determination. + +He couldn’t let that happen. + +"Let’s go... This portal leads directly to the one before the Envoy’s Villa." Aurelia said, stepping forward. + +Without hesitation, she entered—vanishing in an instant. + +One by one, the others followed. + +Max took a step toward the portal when— + +"Max." + +A voice called out. + +He turned. + +Sophia. + +Her expression was solemn, her gaze firm. + +"Be careful of the Envoy this time." + +Max met her eyes and smiled. + +"Don’t worry, Master." + +With that, he turned and stepped into the portal. + +In the next breath— + +He vanished from the Phoenix Order Guild. + +*** + +Stepping through the portal— + +Max found himself in the middle of a vast garden. + +Lush greenery stretched around him, vibrant flowers blooming under the soft glow of floating lanterns. The air carried a faint, floral fragrance. + +Hundreds of people were gathered—talking, laughing, exchanging pleasantries. Powerful figures from different factions, their robes adorned with emblems of their respective forces. + +But the moment Phoenix Order Guild arrived— + +The atmosphere shifted. + +Conversations halted. Laughter faded. + +Every gaze in the garden turned toward them. + +Toward him. + +Max could feel it—the weight of their stares. Some curious. Some intrigued. Others… wary. + +"Look! Max is here with the Phoenix Order Guild!" + +"Wait… shouldn’t they have expelled him? Do they really want to risk angering the Monarch?" + +"Damn, he looks even younger in person… and yet, he’s the strongest genius of the continent." + +"Hold on… now that you mention it, he doesn’t look older than fifteen. A fifteen-year-old being the strongest? That’s terrifying." + +"No doubt. He’s a monster through and through." + +The murmurs spread like wildfire. + +In the next moment— + +The crowd surged forward, surrounding the Phoenix Order Guild. + +All eyes locked onto Max. Some filled with awe. Others with caution. A few… with envy. + +Max let out a wry smile. + +’Damn, this is crazy.’ + +"Everyone, you shouldn’t treat our guests like that!" + +A powerful voice rang out, cutting through the murmurs. + +In an instant— + +A middle-aged man appeared in the air above them. + +Black hair. Calm expression. No visible aura. + +Yet, the moment he spoke, the crowd immediately parted, stepping away from Max and the Phoenix Order Guild without hesitation. + +Despite his ordinary presence— + +Everyone obeyed. + +The man descended gracefully, his steps light as air. + +"Phoenix Order Guild, welcome to the Villa. The Envoy is expecting you." + +He smiled, gesturing for them to follow. + +Aurelia returned the smile, her voice steady. + +"It’s an honor to be here." + +Without another word, she led Max and the others forward. + +As they walked, Bruce moved closer, lowering his voice. + +"We’ve never been treated this well before." + +His tone carried a hint of disbelief. + +"Every time our guild came to this Villa in the past, we were barely acknowledged. Being personally welcomed? That’s an honor reserved only for guests from the West." + +He paused, then added— + +"But something’s different this time." + +Max’s gaze flickered. + +If Bruce hadn’t told him, he wouldn’t have known. + +Being greeted by someone from the Envoy’s team wasn’t normal. + +’It seems his intentions toward me are good… for now.’ + +Max studied Bruce for a brief moment before smirking. + +"I guess the title of the strongest genius of Valora Continent isn’t just for show." + +His words were light— + +But the meaning behind them ran deep. + +"Hmm, hmm, that is how things should be for the strongest genius." + +Aion, walking beside them, nodded in agreement. + +Max glanced at him, lowering his voice. + +"You’re new? What’s your name?" + +Aion smirked. + +"Don’t you already know?" + +Max’s steps faltered for a brief moment. + +He hadn’t expected that. + +Aion had figured it out. + +He knew Max was the masked figure—the one who had led him to the Phoenix Order Guild. + +Max’s voice dropped even lower. + +"How did you find out? I was sure I changed my voice when I spoke to you." + +Aion chuckled, his expression amused. + +"My class is one of the rare soul-related types." + +Find more chapters on freewebnovel + +His eyes gleamed. + +"And you… your soul is like a walking light bulb in the dead of night." + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +"I can sense it from miles away." + +Aion continued, his tone casual, but his words sharp. + +"I’ve never seen a soul this strong in the Apprentice Rank. So, when I saw you again as Max, recognizing you wasn’t exactly difficult." + +Max frowned, his expression darkening. + +He had believed his soul force was well hidden—suppressed beyond detection. + +But now— + +He realized how wrong he was. + +His suppression had meant nothing in front of a specialist. + +Just then, the blob’s voice echoed in his mind. + +"Don’t overthink it, Max. Suppressing your overwhelming soul force at the Apprentice Rank is next to impossible. Your body will keep emitting its presence no matter how much you try to contain it." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +’I see…’ + +His face turned solemn. + +’Does this mean anyone can sense my soul force?’ + +The blob responded immediately. + +"No. Only those who specialize in souls." + +Max exhaled, nodding in relief. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-209.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-209.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d82b08c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-209.md @@ -0,0 +1,356 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 209: A Celebration" +slug: "ch-209" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 209 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +At least— + +Not everyone could see through him. + +Soon they reached the entrance of the Villa. + +As they stepped inside— + +The interior of the Villa unfolded before them. + +It was massive. + +A fusion of ancient grandeur and sci-fi technology, like a secret castle built for a ruler beyond time. + +Glowing circuits ran along the walls, pulsing with faint energy. Hovering orbs illuminated the vast hall. The floors gleamed like polished obsidian, reflecting the towering pillars that stretched toward the ceiling. + +Crowds filled the space. + +Some faces were familiar. Many were not. + +Max’s gaze swept across the room. + +He immediately recognized the leaders of the five major guilds—each standing with their own geniuses. + +On the other side— + +The Thorne Family. The Ashford Family. + +From the Blade Family, he spotted Emily and Allen—the only ones he knew. + +But from the Evernight Family— + +No one. + +The moment Phoenix Order Guild entered— + +All eyes turned toward them. + +Silence settled over the room. + +"Haha! If it isn’t Nephew Max!" + +A hearty laugh echoed through the hall. + +Ralph, the leader of the Thorne Family, strode forward, his face beaming with joy. + +His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he looked at Max. + +Once, he had believed Max would surpass his sister Freya. + +But reality had exceeded expectations— + +Max hadn’t just surpassed her. + +He had left her in the dust and become the strongest genius of the continent. + +Max met his gaze, offering a polite nod. + +A subtle exchange. + +Barely noticeable— + +But Aurelia caught it. + +Her eyes narrowed slightly. + +A faint frown crossed her face. + +"Aurelia, you were warned to cut ties with Max, yet here you are—disobeying the orders of the Young Monarch." + +A cold, blaming voice rang out. + +Norton Blade. + +The leader of the Blade Family stepped forward, his long white hair flowing behind him, his broad frame exuding authority. His solemn expression was carved with displeasure. + +"If you wish for your guild to be erased from Valora Continent, so be it." + +His sharp gaze bore into Aurelia. + +"But your defiance doesn’t just endanger the Phoenix Order. It threatens the entire East Region. If you continue this recklessness, you might just ignite a war with the Central Region." + +A tense silence followed his words. + +Then— + +Aurelia’s face darkened. + +She sneered. "You don’t need to tell me what to do." + +Her voice dripped with contempt. + +Just then— + +"Aurelia, don’t be stupid." + +Another voice joined in. + +Kheonne. + +The leader of the Evernight Family—the only female among the Four Super Families—stepped forward. + +Her long blue hair, purple clothing made her look— + +Beautiful. Regal. Dangerous. + +Her tone was sharp, laced with warning. + +"A war is already looming. The moment the Young Monarch steps out of seclusion, it could erupt." + +She narrowed her eyes. + +"But at this rate, with your recklessness, it could happen tomorrow." + +Aurelia turned to her, expression cold, voice even colder. + +"Stakes? I know them better than you. So why don’t you shut up now?" + +Kheonne’s eyes flashed. + +Her teeth clenched. + +Aurelia had just disrespected her—in front of everyone. + +"I think we should all calm down." + +Ralph’s voice cut through the tension. + +His usual warmth remained, but beneath it—there was an undeniable edge. + +"As for Max… he has a month. Let the Phoenix Order Guild and him decide what they want to do." + +Then— + +His gaze shifted. + +Cold. Sharp. + +He looked straight at Norton and Kheonne. + +"You two should focus on your own affairs." + +A heavy silence followed his words. + +On the side— + +Garrison Ashford watched the scene unfold, amusement flickering in his eyes. + +As if none of this concerned him. + +Max listened, his expression unreadable. + +Discover stories with freewebnovel + +But in his mind— + +His gaze turned cold. + +’The Evernight Family… just like the Blades, another pack of the Monarch’s dogs.’ + +A silent sneer curled within him. + +Clap! Clap! + +A sudden slow, deliberate applause echoed through the hall. + +Then— + +A voice, smooth yet laced with amusement. + +"So the East is still the same old East, hehe." + +A middle-aged man appeared before them. + +Everyone turned. + +Expressions sharpened. Backs straightened. + +And then— + +Almost instantly, all except the leaders of the Five Major Guilds and the Four Super Families spoke in unison— + +"East welcomes the Envoy!" + +The man chuckled lightly, nodding at them. + +"Hehe, the people of the East… always the kindest of all regions I’ve visited." + +His smile was faint. + +Yet his presence— + +Unshakable. + +Max observed the man carefully. + +Red hair. Full-body gray armor. A flowing cape. + +A warrior stepping straight out of legend. + +’He looks like a man on a mission.’ + +Max mused, a hint of amusement in his gaze. + +Then, the man spoke, his voice smooth yet commanding. + +"I appreciate your warm welcome, but as you all know, I am here for two things." + +His smile was easy—yet his presence weighed heavy. + +"First, the selection of geniuses from this continent to travel to the Lost Continent." + +His eyes swept over the gathered crowd. + +"Like every year, this task falls to me—Lucas Vanitas, the Envoy of the Lost Continent—to officiate." + +Then— + +He turned, his grin widening as he faced the leaders of the Four Super Families and the Five Major Guilds. + +"I hope you’ve gathered enough battle coins this time." + +A challenge. + +A reminder. + +And an expectation. + +Max’s eyes gleamed. + +Battle points. + +He had often wondered—how did collecting battle coins determine a faction’s entry into the Lost Continent? + +Now— + +He understood. + +It all went to the Envoy. + +The number of passes depended entirely on the amount collected. + +Max’s fingers tapped lightly against his side, his mind racing. + +’What does the Lost Continent do with all these battle coins?’ + +A question with no clear answer. + +But one thing was certain— + +This system wasn’t just about selecting geniuses. + +There was something more. + +"Alright, since you’ve all come to welcome me, it’s only right that I celebrate with you." + +Envoy Lucas smiled. + +In the next instant— + +Trays of champagne glasses floated down as if by magic, each one landing gently before the guests. + +He raised his own glass, his gaze sweeping over the room. + +"Let’s hope our cooperation goes as smoothly as some of our past dealings. And of course—" + +His smile widened, a hint of something deeper behind it. + +"We definitely don’t want a repeat of last time… so, a toast to that as well." + +A brief silence. + +Then— + +A collective cheer. + +Glasses clinked. Conversations resumed. The atmosphere shifted, turning lighter as guests indulged in their drinks. + +Max seeing that became increasingly curious about one thing. + +’How does this wine taste?’ + +Max reached for a glass. + +But before his fingers could close around it— + +Smack! + +Aurelia slapped his hand away. + +Her glare was sharp, her tone firm. "You’re underage." + +Max blinked, then shrugged. "It doesn’t matter. My body won’t be affected." + +"Doesn’t matter." + +Her glare intensified. A silent warning. + +Max sighed, pulling his hand back. + +Instead, he turned his gaze to the others— + +Laughing. Drinking. Enjoying themselves. + +He exhaled. + +’Tch. Fine.’ + +Then suddenly— + +"I will beat you next time." + +A quiet voice sounded behind Max. + +He recognized it instantly. + +Without even turning, he already knew who it was. + +Amelia. + +Max turned, meeting her determined gaze. + +His lips curled into a smile. + +"And when is the next time?" + +Amelia’s eyes shone with confidence. + +"When we’re in the Lost Continent, I will challenge you again." + +Her tone was unwavering. + +"And this time—I will defeat you." + +Max chuckled, nodding. + +"I’ll accept your challenge anytime, anywhere." + +His smile remained. + +Then— + +"Oh? You seem very confident." + +A voice cut in. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-21.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-21.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..61a390a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-21.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 21: Mocked Upon" +slug: "ch-21" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 21 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1088 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max waited for time to pass, he noticed many more people joining the already dense crowd near the portal. Most people, if not wearing armor, had weapons on them as they waited patiently to enter the dungeon. + +Just then, something in the sky caught everyone's attention. It appeared to be a flying beast making its way toward them, scaring the hell out of everyone present. + +"What the hell? Where did this beast come from?" someone shouted in fear. + +"Don't worry, that's a Wave Eagle, which can be tamed, so I'm sure it's someone's ride," said a member of the Bouncer Squad, a heavily built man with dark red hair standing with his arms crossed. + +Moments later, the beast came closer to the dungeon, and people could finally see that it was indeed as the red-haired man suggested. Three people were riding the Wave Eagle as it landed not far from them. + +Two of the riders were beautiful young ladies, and the third was an old man. + +Leaving the massive Wave Eagle behind, they approached the portal and waited silently, but the crowd reacted quite the opposite. Murmurs and whispers spread among the people as they speculated about the trio's identities—only a very few people were capable of taming a wild beast like a Wave Eagle. + +"Who are these people? Why haven't I heard of anyone with a Wave Eagle in the Inner Circle before?" + +"Same here. I don't recognize them at all." + +"Could they be from the General's quarters?" + +"That might be the only explanation; otherwise, their sudden appearance makes no sense." + +"The two young ladies who came with the old man seem like they've just awakened, but their strength matches ours. One is at Level 8 of the Novice Rank, and the other is at Level 7." + +"They're definitely geniuses from the General's quarters." + +Max listened to the crowd and grew curious. 'They must have special identities, and those two young ladies seem like they awakened not long ago, just like me, but their strength has already reached Levels 7 and 8.' He wondered if these were the kinds of geniuses he'd face in the test held by the General. + +Just then, a man in military clothing descended from the sky alongside a blonde-haired woman. + +They landed before the portal and addressed the crowd. + +"The portal is now active, so you can enter—but not before I say so," the man announced in a rough voice. "If this is your first time entering the portal, please report to Miss Welin. She'll help you with your ID before you're eligible to enter." + +'I completely forgot about the Hunter ID,' Max thought with a sigh as he headed toward the woman to get his ID. + +One could either go directly to their local Hunter Association branch for a Hunter ID or get a temporary soft copy during their first dungeon exploration of a rank dungeon. Max had planned to visit the Hunter Association for his Hunter ID but had forgotten about it during the 168 years he spent in the Dimension of Time. + +When Max approached the blonde-haired woman, he noticed he was the only one standing before her. No one else needed assistance with a Hunter ID. + +'I guess I'm the only newbie here,' he mused, turning his attention to the blonde-haired woman, who was examining him. + +"Name?" she asked bluntly, tapping her holo-watch. A holographic screen appeared before her. + +"Max Morgan," he replied. + +"District and City?" + +"Dustfall District, Crestford City." + +"Place your right hand on the hand-shaped print," the woman instructed, pointing at a hologram before him. + +Max complied, placing his hand on the hologram as it scanned him for a few seconds. + +"All set. I've sent your soft Hunter ID. The Hunter Association will send you the original ID within a week," the woman said after the process was complete. + +Max nodded and checked his holo-watch, where his Hunter ID now appeared. 'Sweet.' Smiling, he walked back to the group preparing to enter the Burning Wilds dungeon, but not before facing ridicule. + +"Look at this kid! He's only at Level 3, and he dares to enter an F-Rank dungeon." + +"He must think he's a genius after staying at some academy and came here to try his luck." + +"Exactly. He probably thinks his measly strength is enough to fight in an F-Rank dungeon." + +"Hey, kid, go away. This isn't a place for a newbie like you. Go buy some F-Rank cores and level up first." + +"No, let him be. He'll learn his lesson—if he stays alive. Hahaha." + +The crowd mocked him relentlessly, sneering and calling him a fool. Some shouted for him to leave, while others watched coldly. Even the two young women who had arrived on the Wave Eagle glanced at Max curiously, wondering why someone so weak would dare enter an F-Rank dungeon.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Meanwhile, Max stood silently, enduring the insults. When the mocking finally subsided, he sighed and murmured softly, "Man, there sure are a lot of bugs in this forest buzzing around my ears." + +"...." + +Everyone froze at his words, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief. Stupefied, they struggled to comprehend what they had just heard. Max had called them bugs. The sheer audacity left them reeling, and an odd silence spread before the inevitable outburst. + +"Hey, kid, what did you just say?" + +"Repeat that if you have the guts!" + +"You'd better apologize, or you might not leave the dungeon in one piece." + +"How dare he call us bugs?" + +"Forget about entering the dungeon, kid. Even if you do, nobody's going to protect you, and you'll die for sure with your strength." + +The crowd erupted in fury, threatening Max as anger swept through them. + +Max, however, yawned, ignoring their rage. Instead, he turned to the man in military clothing and asked, "So, when are we entering?" + +The man smiled at Max before addressing the crowd. "Now," he said. "Enter the portal one by one." + +The crowd seethed as Max continued to disregard them, but the time to enter the dungeon had come, and there was nothing they could do. + +One by one, people began entering the portal. + +Max waited at the back of the line when the two young women passed by him. + +"You're dumb, but funny," a bell-like voice rang in his ears. He turned to see the red-haired woman walking past him, followed by the brown-haired one. + +"I'm dumb?" Max shook his head wryly, noting the comment. Soon, his turn came, and he stepped into the portal, disappearing from sight. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-210.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-210.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9d96cd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-210.md @@ -0,0 +1,454 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 210: An Opportunity" +slug: "ch-210" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 210 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1427 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max turned— + +Envoy Lucas. + +Two figures followed behind him. + +A young man with green hair. A young woman with black hair. + +Both appeared to be in their twenties. + +Their presence alone carried weight. + +And just like that— + +The air shifted. + +All eyes in the Villa turned toward them. + +"Oh, don’t get me wrong." + +Envoy Lucas spread his hands, his tone light—yet edged with something more. + +"I mean, you’re quite confident for someone at Level 7 of the Apprentice Rank." + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +Then blinked. + +"With all due respect, Envoy Lucas, haven’t you watched my battles on the Extranet?" + +Lucas’s smirk deepened. + +"I have. But there’s a difference between the peak geniuses of Valora Continent and the geniuses from the Lost Continent." + +"Oh?" + +Max’s gaze drifted— + +To the two young figures standing behind the Envoy. + +Their auras alone were enough to tell him— + +Peak Level 10 of the Adept Rank. + +Just like the top geniuses of Valora Continent. + +His eyes flickered as he turned back to Lucas. + +"Are they…?" + +Lucas chuckled heartily. + +"Hehe, yes. Allow me to introduce you— + +Harry Scott and Lyla Briggs." + +Both young geniuses stepped forward, their eyes assessing him. + +"It’s nice to meet you, Max." + +They extended their hands. + +Max smiled, his grip firm as he shook theirs. + +A simple greeting— + +But in that moment— + +Max realized. + +They weren’t just shaking hands. + +They were testing him. + +Harry was first. + +The green-haired genius clasped Max’s hand, his grip tightening immediately. + +His smirk widened, eyes locked onto Max—waiting for a reaction. + +But— + +Nothing. + +Max’s face remained blank. Unmoved. + +Harry’s brows furrowed. + +Frustrated, he increased the pressure. + +Still— + +Nothing. + +Just the same calm, indifferent stare from Max. + +’Damn this guy.’ + +Cursing inwardly, Harry finally pulled his hand away. + +Max sneered internally. + +’Making me feel anything with my 300 Dragon Scales? Next to impossible.’ + +Max turned to Lyla next. + +Their hands met— + +And once again, he felt it. + +The test. + +Lyla channeled her mana, pressing her Peak Adept Rank energy into the handshake. + +But— + +Max simply smiled. + +Unfazed. Unbothered. + +Lyla’s eyes narrowed. + +Then— + +She pulled her hand away. + +A silent acknowledgment. + +Max chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with a wry smile. + +"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." + +His gaze flickered between them. + +"I’m Max Morgan." + +"So, do you think you can win against them?" + +Envoy Lucas asked directly, his gaze locked onto Max. + +Max appreciated the bluntness. + +At least he wasn’t scheming behind his back, trying to manipulate him into a fight. + +Max smiled. "I can fight them." + +Then, he shrugged. + +"But why would I? It would be pointless." + +The words hit harder than expected. + +Lyla’s expression darkened. + +Her voice dropped, filled with cold disdain. "What do you mean pointless? Do you think we aren’t strong enough?" + +She didn’t ask out of curiosity. + +She asked because she was offended. + +As someone from the Lost Continent, she had always looked down on Valora Continent’s so-called geniuses. + +There was no reason for it. + +They were just weak. + +Too weak. + +Max glanced at Lyla, shaking his head. + +"You’re overthinking it. What I meant was… this battle is pointless for me because I’m not gaining anything from fighting you two." + +Lyla scoffed. "Something in return? You should be honored to even be given a chance to battle us." + +Max let out a wry smile. + +’These Lost Continent geniuses are beyond arrogant… even words of reason don’t reach them.’ + +He shrugged. "Honor means nothing if you really think about it." + +"You—!" + +Lyla’s expression twisted. Her patience snapped. + +She looked ready to explode when— + +"How about I handle this?" + +Envoy Lucas stepped in. + +Lyla hesitated, then obediently stepped back. + +Lucas turned his attention to Max, his gaze sharp. + +"So, what do you want in exchange for a battle with Harry and Lyla?" + +Max smiled. + +A mysterious, knowing smile. + +"What do I want?" + +His eyes gleamed. + +"Now that’s an interesting question." + +Max pondered for a moment. + +Then— + +He smiled. "How about this—let me join you when you explore the Mourning Depths?" + +A direct offer. A clear condition. + +"Heh." + +Envoy Lucas chuckled, amusement flickering in his eyes. + +"Now that’s an interesting request… a good one, too." + +Discover hidden tales at freewebnovel + +He paused, considering. + +Then, his smirk deepened. + +"How about this? If you manage to defeat both Harry and Lyla, I’ll personally allow you to join our expedition team in the West." + +Max’s smile widened. + +"Then we have a deal. And I hope the words of Envoy Lucas aren’t taken lightly." + +Lucas laughed. "Don’t worry, kid. If I go back on my word here, I wouldn’t be able to show my face again, would I?" + +Satisfied, Max nodded. + +Then— + +He turned to Harry and Lyla. + +His gaze sharp. His intent clear. + +"Shall we start?" + +"Not here… You’ll battle outside." + +Envoy Lucas smiled, turning to lead the way. + +The crowd followed. + +Excitement buzzed in the air. + +A battle between Max and the Lost Continent’s geniuses—it wasn’t something anyone wanted to miss. + +But the moment they stepped outside the Villa— + +Everyone froze. + +Five figures stood waiting. + +Silent. Unmoving. + +Max’s gaze sharpened. His instincts flared. + +Then— + +His eyes landed on one of them. + +Recognition hit him instantly. + +It was Five. + +One of the Monarch’s people. + +Which meant— + +All five of them were the Monarch’s men. + +"You all must be from the Central Region… the Monarch, right?" + +Envoy Lucas smiled, his gaze sweeping over them. + +"I’m very curious—what business do you all have with me here?" + +Of the five figures, one stood out. + +The strongest. + +His dark blue hair flowed slightly in the breeze, his stance confident, his presence oppressive. + +Level 1 Seeker Rank. + +A deep sneer curled on his face as he stepped forward. + +"You must be the Envoy." + +His voice was steady, yet dripping with contempt. + +"The Young Monarch sends his greetings." + +Then— + +His gaze shifted. + +No longer on Lucas. + +But on Max. + +A smirk formed. + +"But I’m not here for you." + +He lifted his hand, pointing directly at Max. + +"I’m here for him." + +Max already had a feeling they were here for him. + +"What does the Monarch want this time?" + +Aurelia stepped forward, placing herself between Max and the blue-haired young man. + +Her eyes were cold. + +The young man simply smiled. + +"Nothing bad, actually." + +His gaze flickered toward Max, amusement glinting in his eyes. + +"The Young Monarch wants to give Max… an opportunity." + +Aurelia frowned. + +She didn’t like where this was going. Not one bit. + +"What opportunity?" Her voice was sharp, edged with suspicion. + +The blue-haired man’s smirk widened. + +"It’s simple." + +His tone was calm. Too calm. + +"Max and I will have a battle. If he wins, then no one from the Monarch will come for him for an entire year." + +He let the words hang in the air. + +Then— + +His smirk deepened. + +"But if he loses… I will kill him." + +Silence. + +It crashed over the gathering, heavy and unyielding. + +No one spoke. No one moved. + +The weight of the proposal suffocated the air. + +On one hand— + +A full year of peace. + +A chance for Max to grow, to train without the Monarch’s shadow looming over him. + +But on the other— + +Death. + +No second chances. No alternatives. + +A battle where the only two outcomes were— + +Temporary reprieve… or absolute finality. + +Gasps rippled through the crowd. + +Realization set in. + +Some exchanged uneasy glances. Others turned their eyes toward Max— + +Waiting. Watching. + +What would he do? + +Anton’s expression darkened, fists clenching. + +"That’s a ridiculous bet." + +Beside him, Bruce narrowed his eyes. + +"And what guarantee do we have that you’ll keep your word?" + +The blue-haired man smirked, his confidence unwavering. + +"The Monarch do not break their word. If Max wins, I swear on my name—not a single one of us will touch him for an entire year." + +His gaze sharpened, locking onto Max. + +The amusement in his eyes shifted— + +Into something colder. More dangerous. + +"But let’s be honest… that won’t happen." + +The arrogance in his voice was absolute. Unshaken. Unquestioning. + +He spoke as if Max’s loss was inevitable. + +Aurelia’s frown deepened. + +On one hand, this was an opportunity. + +If Max won, not only would he be safe, but the Phoenix Order Guild would also nothave anything do with the Monarch. + +But if he lost— + +There was only death. + +She sighed, shaking her head. + +Then turned to Max. + +"Your call. But let me warn you—never trust a promise from the Monarch." + +The air grew heavier. + +All eyes fell on Max. + +For the first time, he exhaled. + +Then— + +He stepped forward. + +His expression unreadable. + +His voice calm. + +"A battle where I get one year of peace… or die trying?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-211.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-211.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f472107 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-211.md @@ -0,0 +1,330 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 211: One against two?" +slug: "ch-211" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 211 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hahahaha!" + +Laughter erupted from Max’s lips—loud, wild, unhinged. + +His shoulders shook, his head tilting back as he clutched his stomach. + +It wasn’t just laughter— + +It was the kind that sent chills down spines. + +The kind that made people uneasy. + +The crowd shifted. Some instinctively took a step back. + +To Max— + +A peaceful year if he won. A death sentence if he lost. + +It was funny. + +Not because of the stakes. + +But because— + +The Young Monarch was no god. + +Who did he think he was to impose a sentence on him? + +"Hehe, this is really funny." + +Max mused, amusement flickering in his eyes. + +The blue-haired young man narrowed his gaze. Watching. Studying. + +There was no fear in Max—only mockery. + +Max wiped the corner of his eye, his grin still in place. + +"You expect me to be grateful? To celebrate the fact that if I win, I get to live ’peacefully’ for a year, and if I lose, I die?" + +His voice dropped, his smirk twisting into something darker. + +"What kind of joke is that?" + +The laughter faded. + +And in its place— + +An oppressive aura exploded from Max. + +His gaze locked onto the blue-haired man— + +Sharp. Unyielding. Merciless. + +"I don’t need your damn mercy. And I sure as hell don’t need a year of borrowed time." + +He took a step forward— + +The space around him chilled. + +"If I win, I don’t just want peace." + +His aura surged— + +"I want your entire Monarch to understand one thing—" + +A cold, merciless light gleamed in his eyes. + +"If they come for me... They better be ready to die. I will kill however many they send." + +He glanced at the five young Monarch elites, his expression turning cruel. + +"As for you five, If I win… only one of you is going back." + +The air froze. + +Max’s voice was like a blade, cutting through the tension. + +"One of you will return to the Young Monarch… to tell him that I am not someone whose life and death he can decide." + +He passed. + +"And I sure as hell am not someone you can afford to play this battle of life and death with." + +The blue-haired young man smiled. + +But his expression darkened. + +"I see… But you don’t seem to understand two things here." + +His voice dropped, cold and absolute. + +"First, you are simply too weak against me. Second, I won’t give you a chance. Our battle will only end in your death." + +A grin stretched across his face— + +Not of amusement, but of certainty. + +"So, it doesn’t matter what you want or don’t want." + +His gaze locked onto Max, sharp and unshaken. + +"What does matter… is whether you’re willing to take this opportunity or not?" + +Max shrugged, his expression indifferent. + +"If you’re all so eager to die, then it doesn’t matter if I fight or not." + +Then— + +His eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. + +"But… you’ll have to wait your turn." + +The blue-haired young man frowned. + +"What do you mean?" + +Max casually gestured toward Harry and Lyla. + +"You’re a bit too late. I already decided to fight them first." + +Understanding flashed in the young man’s eyes before his expression twisted into a sneer. + +"I see… but I’m a very patient man when it comes to things like this." + +Max smirked. + +"Well then, wait a little." + +Max sneered, his smirk deepening as he turned to Harry and Lyla. + +"Are you two ready?" + +They both nodded, but before they could speak— + +Aurelia stepped in. + +"Give us a moment, would you?" + +Harry and Lyla exchanged glances, then simply shrugged. + +Aurelia didn’t wait. + +She turned to Max, her expression unreadable. + +"Follow me." + +Max raised a brow but didn’t argue. + +With a casual shrug, he followed her— + +To a secluded part of the Villa, where no one else could see them. + +Aurelia frowned, her arms crossed. + +"Are you really going to fight them? This might be a trap, considering what the Young Monarch warned me about last time." + +Max met her gaze—calm, unwavering. + +"I’m going to fight them." + +Then— + +His voice dropped, his words laced with cold finality. + +"And I’m going to kill them." + +Aurelia’s frown deepened. + +"Let’s say you win against that guy… but killing them?" + +Her voice edged with concern. + +"Isn’t that going too far? You could start a war if you do that." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his voice firm. Unwavering. + +"You can’t change my mind." + +He said solemnly. + +"The Monarch. The Young Monarch. Do they think I’m a pushover? Do they think they have control over my life?" + +His lips curled into a sneer. + +"No. They don’t. They don’t have anything over me." + +He chuckled. Continue your adventure with freewebnovel + +"They can scheme. They can send their lackeys. They can dangle this so-called deal in front of me like it’s some kind of mercy." + +His smirk widened, cold and sharp. + +"But the truth is—they’re the ones afraid." + +He took a step forward, his presence pressing down like an invisible weight. + +"Afraid of what I’ll become. Afraid that I won’t kneel. Afraid that someday, I’ll be a force they can’t control." + +His voice turned solemn, yet resolute. + +"And I’d like to keep it that way." + +He exhaled, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. + +"If they want to give me an ’opportunity’—a thread where one side leads to death—then I’ll do the same." + +His face turned cold. + +"They think they’re pulling the strings. But they don’t realize— + +I have already cut the threads, their life threads that is." + +With those final words, Max stormed out of the Villa. + +Aurelia stood there for a moment, her expression full of frown. + +’I guess this is fate then...’ + +Before she followed him out. + +The moment he stepped outside— + +A familiar sneer greeted him. + +"Oh? You actually came back. Here I thought you ran away." + +The blue-haired man stood tall, amusement flickering in his eyes. + +Max barely spared him a glance. + +Then, his gaze sharpened. + +"What’s your name again?" + +Devin chuckled, crossing his arms. + +"Heh. I suppose you deserve to know." + +He tilted his head slightly, a smug grin stretching across his face. + +"I am Devin Leyland." + +Max nodded once. + +"Devin Leyland…" + +His attention shifted—this time to Envoy Lucas. + +"Are they ready?" + +Lucas smiled, nodding. + +"They are indeed ready. But are you sure you want to fight them now?" + +His tone carried genuine curiosity. + +"I can postpone your battle with Harry and Lyla to another day—seeing as you have… bigger matters at hand." + +Max followed his gaze. + +To Devin. + +To the five Monarch elites standing behind him. + +Then— + +A sneer curled on Max’s lips. + +"Them?" + +He gestured at the five. + +"Let me tell you something, Envoy Lucas." + +His smirk deepened. + +"They’re here just to die. + +So whether I make them wait for their deaths or not— + +It really doesn’t matter." + +Envoy Lucas let out a wry laugh, shaking his head. + +"So, who will be first?" + +Max grinned. + +"Send them both at the same time." + +The moment the words left his mouth— + +Lyla exploded. + +"You want to fight both of us at once? Have you gone mad?!" + +Max shrugged, completely unfazed. + +"Fighting one of you, then the other… it’d take too long. And honestly—" + +He gestured toward the five Monarch elites, his smirk deepening. + +"I don’t have time for that." + +Lyla’s eyes flashed with anger. + +But Max wasn’t done. + +"Besides…" His tone was light, almost casual. "I think I can handle the two of you just fine." + +He smiled. Calm. Confident. + +Then— + +His gaze locked onto Harry and Lyla, a challenge clear in his eyes. + +"So, how about it? Are you two ready to trade blows with me?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-212.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-212.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7eb729c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-212.md @@ -0,0 +1,452 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 212: Intense Battle" +slug: "ch-212" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 212 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1349 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Lyla frowned hard. + +She wanted to beat the hell out of Max—but not like this. + +Not with Harry. + +Not as a team. + +But before she could protest— + +"Lyla." + +Harry’s voice was calm, steady. + +"Since he’s encouraging us to fight together, we should do it." + +His gaze met hers. + +"Besides, as Max mentioned, this will end quickly." + +Lyla exhaled sharply, then nodded. + +"Fine. If you’re in, then I’m in." + +A smirk tugged at Harry’s lips. + +"Good." + +Then— + +Envoy Lucas chuckled, his gaze sweeping over them. + +"Take your battle to the air." + +His tone was light, but the meaning behind it was firm. + +"I don’t want my garden or my Villa ruined in the process." + +Max grinned. + +"Let’s go." + +With a simple thought, his Float Skill activated. Continue your adventure at freewebnovel + +His feet lifted off the ground, and in the next instant— + +He shot into the sky, ascending high above the Villa. + +Harry and Lyla followed. + +"You guys can start." + +Max smiled, his black sword appearing in his hand. + +"Don’t mind me, then." + +Harry grinned. + +His hands turned golden, energy radiating off them in waves. + +Then— + +He clapped. + +Max’s Three-Dimensional Body reacted instantly. + +A shift in the air. + +A rush of wind—from both sides. + +Max’s eyes flickered. + +Two massive golden palms—twice his size—were closing in, aiming to crush him. + +Without hesitation— + +Max activated Sky Float and shot backward, just in time to escape. + +BOOM! + +The golden palms slammed together, creating a powerful shockwave that sent ripples through the sky. + +’I was almost sandwiched between those two palms.’ + +Max thought fast, twisting midair— + +Then slashed backward with his sword. + +Clang! + +A collision. + +A sudden force pushed against him. + +Lyla. + +Her sword clashed against his, the sheer power of the strike sending a shockwave rippling through the sky. + +But— + +Max didn’t even budge. + +His grin remained, unwavering. + +The force of her attack crashed against him, but his 300 Dragon Scales absorbed it effortlessly—like an unshakable fortress. + +His black sword held firm. + +Not a tremor in his grip. + +Lyla’s frown deepened. + +She had put enough force into that attack to stagger even a Seeker Rank expert— + +Yet Max stood there. + +As if he hadn’t felt a thing. + +But— + +Harry wasted no time. + +His golden hands clapped again— + +And in an instant, another massive pair of golden palms materialized. + +This time— + +They descended from above. + +Max’s Three-Dimensional Body reacted instantly. + +A shift in air pressure. + +A weight pressing down. + +’He’s trying to crush me from above now?’𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Max exhaled, his Sky Float skill activating in a flash. + +At the very last moment— + +His body flickered, vanishing just before the massive golden palms collided. + +BOOM! + +A violent shockwave ripped through the sky, dispersing the clouds above. + +Dust and wind spiraled downward— + +But Max was already gone. + +Several meters away, floating effortlessly, his expression calm. + +Unbothered. + +"Not bad. But you’ll have to do better than that." + +Max’s voice was light—mocking. + +Lyla’s eyes flashed with irritation. + +Her figure shimmered, her Waterform skill activating in an instant. + +Her body liquefied, morphing into pure water before reforming right behind Max. + +SWOOSH! + +A surge of water erupted around him— + +Twisting. Spiraling. Closing in. + +A water prison. + +The currents tightened, locking him in. + +"Got you now." + +Lyla smirked, her control absolute. + +A technique designed to drown. To restrict. To suffocate. + +But— + +Max didn’t panic. + +Instead— + +Black flames erupted from his body. + +SHHHHHH! + +The moment they touched the water— + +Steam exploded outward. + +The heat was overwhelming—evaporating the prison instantly. + +Lyla’s expression twisted— + +Her technique had been erased in seconds. + +The water collapsed—vanishing into nothing. + +Lyla’s eyes widened. + +’The black flames burned my water so fast!’ + +But before she could react— + +BOOM! + +Harry struck again. + +His golden palms surged forward, radiating even greater power. Faster. Stronger. + +But this time— + +Max didn’t dodge. + +Instead— + +His aura flared. + +15 Draconic Essences roared to life within him, surging through every muscle, every scale—reinforcing his entire body. + +And then— + +He let the golden palms slam into him from both sides. + +BOOOOOOOM! + +A deafening explosion. + +Golden energy rippled outward, distorting space itself. + +The Villa trembled. The very air shook. + +But when the dust settled— + +Max stood there. + +Completely unscathed. + +His 300 Dragon Scales shimmered, absorbing the attack like an unbreakable fortress. + +The crowd stared in disbelief. + +"Oh? He survived Harry’s golden palm attack without a scratch?!" + +Envoy Lucas exclaimed, his tone carrying a hint of shock. + +"Coming out uninjured after being crushed between two solid golden constructs… that’s almost impossible at the Apprentice and Adept Rank!" + +Norton Blade nodded, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. + +"Only Seeker Rank experts with a perfected Vital Shell could achieve that. Even then, it would require absurd levels of control over their vital essence." + +A flicker of interest crossed Lucas’s face as he studied Max. + +"That’s exactly what makes him a true genius." + +His voice lowered, filled with undercurrents of curiosity. + +"Even from just a glimpse of his battle, it’s clear—Max is fully confident in every aspect of himself. His skills, his technique, his defense, his attacks… He’s an all-rounder." + +He paused, his gaze sharpening. + +"But we need to see more before we come to that conclusion." + +Below, the high-level guests watched intently. + +Some intrigued. + +Some impressed. + +And some—their expressions darkened. + +Not everyone was pleased with what they were witnessing. + +As for Max? + +He simply smirked. + +His gaze flickered toward Harry, then to Lyla. + +"Is that all?" + +Harry’s eyes narrowed. + +Lyla, frustration burning in her eyes, struck again. + +Her sword slashed, summoning a razor-sharp crescent of water, slicing toward Max with blinding speed. + +Max didn’t even flinch. + +Black flames surged around him, colliding with the water attack. + +SHHHHHH! + +It evaporated instantly—disappearing into nothing. + +Lyla clicked her tongue, irritation clear. + +But before she could react— + +Max vanished. + +CRACK! + +The air sizzled— + +Purple lightning surged. + +And between his fingertips— + +A highly compressed Lightning Needle materialized, crackling with sheer destructive force. + +Then— + +He flicked it forward. + +FWOOOOSH! + +The needle pierced through the air, cutting through space itself. + +Harry’s instincts screamed—too late. + +ZAP! + +The needle whizzed past his cheek— + +Slicing through a fraction of his golden aura. + +A thin, burnt line appeared on his face, the lingering crackle of electricity hissing in the air. + +Harry stiffened. + +A single drop of sweat slid down his temple. + +He hadn’t even seen it coming. + +Max hovered effortlessly, his smirk widening. + +"That was just a warning." + +His voice was calm—mocking. + +"Keep coming at me, and I might aim for something a little more… vital." + +Lyla’s grip tightened on her sword. + +Her frustration boiled. + +Even together, they couldn’t land a single proper hit. + +She had wanted to fight him alone, to crush him herself. + +But now— + +They couldn’t even touch him. + +Max exhaled, his aura steady. Unwavering. + +So far— + +He had only been countering. + +Not attacking. + +And yet— + +He hadn’t been injured. Not even once. + +"Harry, let’s not hold back!" + +With a sharp exhale— + +Lyla activated her Level 3 Water Aura. + +The air thickened, heavy with moisture. + +Above her, countless blades of water materialized—hovering like deadly daggers, shimmering with lethal intent. + +Her body flickered, shifting in and out of liquid form, making her movements unpredictable—harder to track. + +At the same time— + +BOOM! + +Harry unleashed his Level 3 Gold Aura. + +Golden light exploded around him, transforming his arms into massive golden constructs—radiating pure destructive force. + +The air vibrated as his aura expanded, amplifying his strength. His speed. His power. + +They weren’t holding back anymore. + +This was their full strength. + +"Max!" + +Lyla’s voice rang out—sharp. Challenging. + +"Let’s see if you can counter this!" + +She swung her sword, and in an instant— + +A torrent of Water Blades erupted. + +Hundreds. + +Each razor-sharp, slicing through the sky like a storm of death. + +The sheer speed of the attack made the air tremble— + +A relentless downpour of destruction, every blade sharp enough to cleave steel. + +At the same time— + +BOOM! + +Harry’s hands clapped together. + +And this time— + +It wasn’t just two golden palms. + +They multiplied. + +Four. Six. Eight. + +Each one radiating immense power, their sheer size blocking out the sky. + +Then— + +They descended from all directions. + +A crushing onslaught, designed to leave no escape. + +A true death trap. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-213.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-213.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5793fec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-213.md @@ -0,0 +1,468 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 213: A Combined Attack?" +slug: "ch-213" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 213 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1298 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s grip tightened around his sword. + +His eyes sharpened. + +"Fine. Let’s end this warm-up." + +Then— + +BOOM! + +His 20% Fusion State Aura erupted, surging through his body and blade. + +His presence became overwhelming—raw power flowing with absolute precision. + +The very air trembled around him. + +The 20% Fusion State Aura surrounding Max was far stronger than before. + +Back in the temple, it had been powerful—but now? + +It was on a completely different level. + +Why? + +Because Max had added Level 3 Lightning Aura into the mix. + +The result— + +A Fusion State Aura that crackled with unstoppable force, charged with raw destruction. + +A force to be reckoned with. + +Then— + +A single, decisive sword flash. + +Horizon Split! + +SWOOSH! + +A slash so fast, so unstoppable, that time itself seemed to freeze. + +CRACK! + +The Water Blades shattered into mist, their edges dissolving under the sheer force of the strike. + +The first two golden palms were cleaved clean in half, breaking apart into golden light. + +The remaining palms trembled— + +Before collapsing into nothing. + +One strike. + +And everything crumbled. + +"Tch!" + +Lyla’s expression darkened. + +But— + +BOOM! + +Max vanished. + +Her instincts screamed. + +Behind me! + +Discover exclusive tales on freewebnovel + +She barely turned when— + +SLASH! + +Max’s black sword skimmed past her, slicing clean through her Water Aura, breaking apart part of her protection. + +A deep cut appeared on her shoulder— + +Before she liquefied her body at the last second, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike. + +"You’re not ignoring me!" + +Harry roared, his golden aura flaring. + +CLANG! + +Golden Chains shot forward like spears, wrapping around Max’s body with blinding speed. + +The moment they made contact— + +Gravity intensified. + +A crushing force weighed down on him, anchoring him midair. + +"Got you!" + +Harry’s eyes burned with victory. + +But Max only smirked. + +"Do you?" + +BOOM! + +Max’s Fusion State Aura flared, surging with the raw force of 15 Draconic Essences. + +The golden chains— + +SHATTERED. + +The sheer pressure of his presence obliterated them instantly. + +Harry’s eyes widened—too late. + +ZAP! + +A highly compressed Lightning Needle crackled in Max’s free hand, buzzing with lethal energy. + +His smirk deepened. + +"Try catching this." + +He flicked it forward. + +FWOOOSH! + +A blinding streak of violet light tore through the air. + +Harry’s instincts screamed. + +He barely tilted his head but— + +SIZZLE! + +A thin burnt line appeared on his cheek. + +His Golden Aura flickered, struggling against the needle’s unstoppable speed. + +A single bead of sweat rolled down his temple. + +"That… was too fast." + +Lyla gritted her teeth, her Water Aura surging to its absolute peak. + +"Harry! We’re doing it!" + +Harry nodded. + +Their energies merged. + +Lyla’s water began to swirl violently, forming a colossal vortex, an ocean-like domain in the sky. + +Waves churned. Currents roared. + +A force so powerful that it pulled Max toward its center, dragging him in like an inescapable abyss. + +At the same time— + +BOOM! + +Harry raised his hands, a golden sigil forming above him, radiating overwhelming energy. + +"Monarch’s Wrath—Golden Heaven Strike!" + +A gigantic golden fist materialized in the sky. + +Massive. Blinding. + +Its sheer weight distorted space, shaking the very air itself. + +Then— + +It descended. + +Like judgment from the heavens, aiming to smash Max straight into Lyla’s water domain. + +Seeing that— + +Instead of retreating— + +Max exhaled slowly. + +His grip tightened around his sword. + +His 20% Fusion State Aura condensed, shrinking into a single point on his blade. + +At that moment— + +His entire being merged with his weapon. + +Then— + +’Space Freeze.’ + +Max activated the skill. + +Even though it was a Rare Rank Skill, he hadn’t mastered it to Level 100 yet. + +Its effect was miniscule—barely a fraction of a second. + +But for Max? + +That was all he needed. + +Just when he used the skill— + +Everything stopped. + +Everything around a meter of Max froze. + +For a fraction of a second— + +The golden fist hung motionless in the air. + +The raging water domain stilled. + +Lyla and Harry froze mid-action. + +And in that instant— + +SLASH! + +Max slashed forward with his sword. + +A simple slash. + +Without any style. + +Without any form. + +Just raw power. + +Horizon Split. + +A single unstoppable cut ripped through reality itself. + +The golden fist was severed, its overwhelming force vanishing into nothingness. + +Lyla’s water vortex collapsed, its power unraveling into harmless droplets. + +Silence. + +The battlefield stood still. + +Max hovered, his sword humming with residual power. + +He hadn’t moved more than a few inches. + +And still— + +Not a single scratch on him. + +Lyla and Harry stared in disbelief. + +They had thrown everything at him. + +Their strongest auras. Their best techniques. + +Yet— + +Max had countered it all. + +Effortlessly. + +He wasn’t even struggling. + +Max smirked, his voice calm—but sharp, cutting like a blade. + +"Are we done yet?" + +"No, there’s one more attack we want to try." + +Harry’s voice was steady, but his eyes burned with resolve. + +He turned to Lyla. + +Lyla nodded, her sword glowing with a deep azure light. + +Water spiraled around her, twisting into a raging ocean, its sheer force distorting the air. + +Her eyes hardened. + +"Let’s finish this!" + +BOOM! + +Harry raised his arms. + +His golden aura expanded—bursting outward like a radiant sun. + +His entire body became a beacon of light, his presence heavy. Unstoppable. + +"Heavenly Golden Manifestation!" + +Then— + +A colossal golden warrior materialized behind him— + +Towering. Monstrous. Overpowering. + +Its fists alone were the size of boulders, its entire form shimmering with indestructible golden light. + +An avatar of destruction, carrying the full weight of Harry’s power. + +At the same time— + +Lyla’s form dissolved. + +Her entire body liquefied, merging into her sword. + +Her voice rang out— + +"Endless Abyss: Leviathan’s Wrath!" + +The air twisted. + +BOOM! + +A serpent-like water dragon coiled around Harry’s golden avatar. + +Its liquid body surged with unbreakable sharpness—a force that could pierce mountains and tear through steel. + +Its fangs dripped with lethal currents, crackling with the power of the ocean itself. + +Two forces. + +One—unyielding destruction. + +The other—unstoppable flow. + +Then— + +They charged forward. + +The golden warrior’s massive fist descended, carrying the weight of an entire mountain—aiming to obliterate Max from above. + +At the same time— + +The Leviathan’s fangs lunged from the other side. + +A perfect two-sided assault. + +An inescapable death grip. + +Max’s expression remained calm—but his eyes gleamed with excitement. + +This… + +This was a battle worth remembering. + +Then— + +Without hesitation, his aura erupted. + +"20% Fusion State Aura—FULL RELEASE!" + +BOOOOM! + +His power surged. + +The very space around him distorted, waves of energy exploding outward. + +Then— + +With a smooth motion, Max raised his sword high in the air. + +"Magic Sword Barrage." + +FWOOOOM! + +The sky shifted—turning into a sea of deep blue light. + +Hundreds of glowing swords manifested, hovering in the air like divine spears. + +But these weren’t ordinary swords. + +Each one pulsed with his 20% Fusion State Aura— + +Shrouded in flickering black flames, radiating an oppressive heat that burned the very air. + +The atmosphere trembled. + +A storm of unstoppable blades was about to descend. + +Then— + +Harry’s golden warrior swung its fist, a force powerful enough to level mountains. + +At the same time— + +Lyla’s Leviathan lunged forward, its fangs bared, ready to drown Max in a storm of destruction. + +But— + +Max lowered his hand. + +His voice was calm. Absolute. + +"Go." + +FWOOOOSH! + +The Magic Sword Barrage descended. + +A rain of death. + +BOOOOOOM! + +The golden warrior’s fist crashed against the incoming swords— + +But instead of crushing them— + +CRACK! + +The swords pierced through, shattering the construct into a burst of golden shards. + +The crowd gasped. + +The Leviathan roared. + +But— + +The moment the first sword touched its liquid form— + +FWOOOOOSH! + +Black flames exploded outward, evaporating it on contact. + +The Leviathan melted away, its monstrous form disintegrating into mist. + +It simply didn’t stand a chance against the black flames. + +Then— + +The remaining swords shot forward, spiraling through the air— + +Before stopping. + +Encasing Harry and Lyla. + +Hundreds of floating blue swords hovered around them, humming with deadly precision. + +Their attacks—erased. + +Their bodies—trapped. + +They gasped, unable to move, their eyes filled with shock. + +Above them— + +Max lowered his hand. + +His victory absolute. + +The battle had been decided. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-214.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-214.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49c2b4f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-214.md @@ -0,0 +1,422 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 214: A single strike" +slug: "ch-214" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 214 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1256 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Harry exhaled heavily, his golden aura flickering weakly before it completely faded. + +Lyla clenched her fists but eventually sighed, her Water Aura dispersing into harmless mist. + +They both knew. + +They had lost. + +Max hadn’t even taken a single hit. + +Lyla gritted her teeth, her frustration evident. + +"Damn it… I wanted to beat you alone." + +Harry simply let out a tired chuckle. + +"I told you it would end quickly." + +Max smirked, dispelling the swords with a flick of his wrist. + +"Well, at least you made me go all out—somewhat." + +Lyla scoffed but crossed her arms. + +"Next time, it’ll be different." + +Harry nodded in agreement, "Yeah, but next time, we’ll be stronger." + +Max grinned. + +"Good. Then maybe next time, I’ll actually have to try." + +The battle was over. + +They came down. + +Max had won. + +But— + +There was no satisfaction in his victory. + +Harry and Lyla were strong—but not strong enough. + +Nowhere near the level of Ravenna, Arthur, or Amelia. + +They had pushed him hard. + +Forced him to use cards he hadn’t wanted to reveal. + +But on the other hand— + +Harry and Lyla together… did nothing. + +They had failed to scratch him. Failed to pressure him. + +They were geniuses, but a level below them. + +’Why are they so weak if they’re from the Lost Continent?’ + +Max frowned. + +The Lost Continent had always been said to produce far superior geniuses compared to Valora Continent. + +It was fact—proven by years of defeats suffered by Valora’s best. + +Every three years, geniuses from Valora Continent traveled to the Lost Continent for the Tower of Truth. + +But— + +Only a few ever left a mark in the tower. + +The records. The achievements. + +They all belonged to the geniuses from the Lost Continent. + +The Valora Continent’s best? + +They were nothing more than stepping stones. + +So why— + +Why were Harry and Lyla this underwhelming? + +Max’s gaze shifted. + +He glanced at Envoy Lucas—who was now speaking to Harry and Lyla in hushed tones. + +And then— + +Realization dawned. + +’Could it be… he wanted me to fight weaker geniuses?’ + +Or— + +’Is it that no geniuses stronger than Harry and Lyla have come to Valora at all?’ + +Assumptions piled up in his mind. + +But he wasn’t sure of any of them. + +"Envoy Lucas, I hope you hold on to your end of the deal." + +Max’s voice cut through the air, his gaze locked onto the Envoy, who was still speaking with Harry and Lyla. + +Lucas glanced up, his usual smirk returning. + +"Ah, Max. Good fight. You defeated them both—quite easily, I might add." + +His tone carried a hint of appreciation, but also something else—curiosity. + +Then, he nodded. + +"As for our deal—don’t worry. We will be leaving a day before the birthday of the King of the West. Wouldn’t want to miss such an occasion, would we?" + +Max listened silently. + +"So, come to me that day, and we will depart together. Or—" Lucas shrugged. "Just find me in the West anytime before our expedition team leaves for the Mourning Depths." + +His smirk deepened. + +"Either way, I’ll be expecting you." + +Max nodded in relief. + +Everything had gone smoothly with Envoy Lucas. + +’They seemed arrogant… but not Envoy Lucas.’ + +He was calm. Easygoing. + +A stark contrast to what Max had heard about him. + +The warnings he had received after leaving the temple— + +People had expected trouble. + +They thought Lucas would make things difficult for him. + +But instead— + +Nothing. + +Lucas had acknowledged him. Respected the deal. + +Max’s lips curled slightly. + +’I guess I’m genius enough to be taken seriously by them.’ + +Then— + +"Max, are you ready?" + +Devin’s loud voice echoed across the sky. + +Max turned, looking up. + +There he was—brandishing his sword, his stance oozing arrogance. + +"Come now." + +Devin’s grin widened. + +"I will show you—no matter how strong you think you are, in front of a Seeker Rank expert, even at Level 1, you are nothing but an ant." + +His sword glowed, his aura pulsing with raw power. + +Then— + +"But I wonder… will you even be alive to know that? To experience the gap?" + +His words were laced with mockery. + +Max remained calm. + +His gaze shifted—not to Devin, but to the other four Monarch geniuses. + +His eyes sharpened. + +Aurelia saw it. + +That look. + +And she understood. + +If Max won here— + +He would slaughter them all. + +She sighed inwardly. + +’The East will be in chaos after this battle.’ Find adventures on freewebnovel + +*** + +Max floated upward and came in the air. + +He stood at a little distance away from Devin. + +Devin smirked. + +"You can start. I’ll give you the chance to attack first." + +Max’s expression remained calm. + +"Don’t regret it." + +Then— + +BOOOOM! + +The air shattered as Max exploded forward. + +His body blurred, moving faster than the eye could track. + +Dash. Super Dash. Phantom Dash. + +All activated at once. + +His flight techniques—Float, Wind Float, Sky Float—gave him absolute control over movement. + +He became a streak of unstoppable force. + +But Devin only grinned seeing that. + +And then— + +Came the power. + +His sword flashed. + +30% Fusion State Aura surged forth. + +The very space around him trembled. + +But— + +Max suppressed it, condensed it. + +The devastating force didn’t leak—it sharpened. Focused. + +15 Draconic Scales activated. + +Muscles tightened. Strength reinforced. Power brimming. + +Yet— + +No excess energy escaped. + +Everything was under his absolute control. + +Then— + +His stance shifted. + +Sword angled at 45 degrees. + +Momentum Sword Technique. + +Horizon Split. + +And— + +Max vanished. + +Vanished from Devin’s point of view.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +His smirk barely had time to falter before— + +A flash of steel. + +A blur of motion. + +His instincts screamed—but too late. + +Too late to even use his Vital Shell. + +Too late to even react. + +At that moment— + +Max’s eyes met Devin’s. + +For a brief moment— + +Time itself seemed to slow. + +Then— + +A silent pulse rippled through the air. + +Space Freeze—Activated. + +Devin’s body locked in place. + +He could neither react nor activate any treasures to block the attack. + +His body refused to move. + +Frozen. Paralyzed. Helpless. + +That split-second pause—just an instant—was all it took. + +But in a battle at this level— + +An instant was fatal. + +Devin barely caught a glimpse of Max— + +His sword already descending. + +Aimed straight for his heart. + +Fast. Too fast. + +A streak of light. + +A whisper of death. + +But he stood frozen in space. + +The blade cut through him effortlessly. + +For a moment— + +Devin felt… nothing. + +Just a faint pressure. A whisper of pain that barely registered. + +Max reappeared behind him. + +Devin exhaled sharply, turning his head to mock. + +"Huh? Your attack barely—" + +Then— + +His words froze. + +A thin, dark line stretched from his shoulder to his waist. + +Then— + +SPLURCH! + +His body split in two. + +A clean, precise cut. + +Perfectly executed. + +For a brief moment— + +Devin’s eyes remained open in disbelief. + +Then— + +His severed torso fell in opposite directions. + +Max didn’t even glance back. + +One strike. + +That was all it took. + +The entire crowd of guests fell into silence. + +No cheers. No murmurs. + +Not even a single breath dared to disturb the suffocating stillness. + +The spectators had expected a battle— + +An intense clash of power, a desperate struggle where both fighters would push each other to their limits. + +That’s what they had seen before. + +That’s what they had anticipated. + +Instead— + +They saw a blur. + +A single flicker of movement. + +And then— + +Devin was already dead. + +His body split cleanly from shoulder to waist, collapsing in opposite directions like a broken statue. + +No struggle. No resistance. + +Just one attack. + +One moment of overwhelming force. + +The realization sank in—deep, crushing, inescapable. + +Shock twisted into something darker. + +Something primal. + +Fear. + +Their eyes—once filled with excitement— + +Now reflected only horror. + +Horror from the rage of the Monarch. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-215.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-215.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6b7c16b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-215.md @@ -0,0 +1,484 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 215 - 33 Petals" +slug: "ch-215" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 215 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1413 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max landed gracefully on the ground, his expression unreadable as he met the stunned gazes of those around him. + +Then— + +"You… you killed him?" + +Norton Blade’s voice choked with shock. + +And something deeper. + +Terror. + +Max simply shrugged. + +"My life was on the line. Of course, I killed him." + +His tone was calm. Indifferent. + +As if taking a life was no different from taking a breath. + +The weight of his words sent shivers through the crowd. + +"Do you realize what you just did?" + +Kheonne Evernight’s voice trembled, her usual confidence fractured. + +"You didn’t just bring doom upon yourself… you’ve doomed the entire East Region!" + +Max turned toward her. + +A slow, almost mocking smile formed on his lips. + +"Is that so?" + +His gaze flicked to the four remaining Monarch geniuses. + +They stood frozen, disbelief flickering in their eyes. + +Then— + +His smile widened. + +"But I’m not done yet." + +He stepped forward. + +The moment he did— + +SHING! + +A blade was drawn. + +Kate. + +The beautiful and renowned leader of the Knights of Valor. + +She stepped in front of him, her sword gleaming as she blocked his path. + +Behind her— + +Norton Blade and Kheonne Evernight followed suit. + +Their stances tense. Their eyes wary. + +A line had been drawn. + +They weren’t letting him take another step. + +Max’s steps halted. + +His gaze swept over them, and then— + +He sneered. + +"Why are you stopping me?" + +His tone was sharp, laced with mockery. + +"I didn’t see any of you trying to stop the geniuses from the Monarch when they came here with a death sentence for me." + +Kate’s grip on her sword tightened, her stance firm. + +Her voice was stern. + +"That doesn’t mean you can go on and kill them." + +"Oh?" + +Max tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. + +"So it’s fine when they want me dead, but the moment I fight back, it’s a problem?" + +Norton’s expression darkened. + +His voice was low. Cold. Full of intent. + +"If you dare to make a move again, I will kill you myself." + +A sneer played on his lips. + +He wasn’t just warning Max. + +He was waiting. + +Waiting for an excuse. + +To strike first. + +To finish Max for good. + +But luck wasn’t on his side. + +"I don’t want to interfere here," Envoy Lucas said lightly, "but since Max and I have already made a deal, you can’t kill him." + +His words were casual—but the weight behind them was undeniable. + +Norton and Kheonne frowned. + +This was their chance—their perfect opportunity to rid themselves of Max before he became an even bigger threat. + +But— + +They couldn’t move. + +Because of him. + +Norton clenched his fists. + +His eyes flickered toward Lucas, who stood calmly on the sidelines, watching—measuring. + +’Damn this Envoy…’ + +He cursed inwardly. + +He wanted nothing more than to strike now. + +To end Max. + +But with Lucas here— + +Acting recklessly meant consequences. + +And even he didn’t want to face them. + +But Max— + +He wasn’t smiling. + +His expression darkened. + +His eyes scanned the surrounding, sharp, calculating. + +And that’s when he saw it. + +The four remaining Monarch geniuses. + +Slipping away. + +Trying to escape. + +His lips curled slightly in disdain. + +Then— + +He felt it. + +A shift in the air. + +More people surrounded him. + +The remaining five major guild leaders. + +All of them—except the Black Lotus Guild. + +They closed in, their auras subtly pressing down on him. + +Their stances were clear. + +They weren’t letting him move. + +James stepped forward, his voice grave. + +"Max, it’s already a calamity that you’ve killed Devin. If you go after the others, then the East is doomed for sure." + +Max slowly turned, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the guild leaders and family heads. + +They surrounded him like a noose tightening around his neck. + +He exhaled. + +His expression turned solemn. + +"Yeah, yeah. I know." + +His voice was calm—deceptively so. + +"If the Young Monarch gets angry, the East will fall." + +He glanced around once more, observing their worried, uncertain expressions. + +And then— + +His eyes turned ruthless. + +His presence shifted. + +A cold, piercing intensity radiated from him— + +Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel + +His aura sharp, suffocating. + +His lips curled— + +"But do you really think I care what happens to the East?" + +The moment Max’s words fell— + +BOOOOM! + +Black flames erupted around him— + +A raging inferno of pure destruction. + +Then— + +A lotus flower bloomed before him. + +Its petals flickered with intense black fire, each radiating an overwhelming presence. + +Fifteen petals. + +The air quivered under its pressure. + +Heat waves rippled outward. + +The very space distorted. + +Norton scoffed. + +"You think you can escape us with this?" + +Max turned to him, smirking. + +"I wasn’t planning to, moron." + +His gaze flickered back to the lotus. + +Something stirred within him. + +Ever since he had absorbed the temple owner’s soul, his Soul Force had skyrocketed. + +His control over his techniques— + +No longer the same. + +It had evolved. + +Before, his comprehension was impressive—now? + +It was something else entirely. + +A new level. + +A realm beyond his previous limits. + +And now— + +As he focused on the fifteen-petal black flaming lotus, he felt it. + +He could take it further. + +To perfection. + +To the true limit of its potential— + +A 33-petal World Destruction Flaming Lotus. + +The sheer thought of it sent a surge of excitement through his blood. + +But before he could complete the evolution— + +He smiled. + +Then— + +A light chuckle. + +Almost amused. + +"Guys, I really need your help here. And after this, I promise to visit your guild. Just help me distract the leaders surrounding me." + +A heavy silence followed. + +No one moved. + +No one spoke. + +Then— + +BOOOOOOM! + +Black flames erupted. + +Everywhere. + +The entire villa vanished into darkness— + +Black fire surged like a storm, consuming everything in its path. + +Vision collapsed into nothingness. + +Screams erupted as figures were caught in the inferno. + +But this wasn’t just fire— + +It carried an oppressive force. + +A crushing weight that instantly snuffed out weaker auras. + +The scene descended into chaos. + +Silhouettes flickered, unable to locate each other, senses overwhelmed by the raging black firestorm. + +Using this opportunity, Max slipped away. + +His presence vanished, dissolving from the immediate senses of the guild leaders and family heads. + +For a moment— + +They lost him. + +But it didn’t take long for them to realize it. + +"He escaped! Follow him! He must be going after the others!" + +Norton’s voice rang out, sharp with urgency. + +The leaders didn’t hesitate. + +They surged forward, their auras bursting, activating their own techniques to sweep away the black flames swallowing the villa. + +And then— + +Through the dissipating inferno— + +Max was revealed. + +Floating high above. + +Right in front of the three fleeing Monarch geniuses. + +Five was not among them. + +Nowhere to be seen. + +Only the other three geniuses. + +Except— + +They weren’t fleeing anymore. + +They were trapped. + +Encased in a green-colored force field sphere, struggling—but unable to break free. + +Their once-confident faces were now twisted with fear. + +But Max was also in bind. + +He was locked in again. + +Surrounded. + +The leaders of the five major guilds. + +The Blade Family. + +The Evernight Family. + +All regrouped. + +Forming a circle around him once more. + +Yet this time— + +Their expressions weren’t just serious. + +They were tense. + +"Hehehehe." + +Max grinned, tilting his head slightly. + +His eyes gleamed with amusement. + +His palm rose just slightly, the black-and-crimson flames of the lotus flickering ominously. + +Then, in a tone far too casual for the situation— + +"Do you know what this is?" + +The question hung in the air. + +Heavy. Unshakable. + +Even the strongest among them faltered. + +A single word described the looks on their faces— + +Shock. + +It spread across Norton. Kheonne. Kate. James. + +Every leader. Every expert. + +Even those who had never feared anything before. + +Then— + +"A 33-petals World Destruction Flaming Lotus…" + +Kate’s voice was barely a whisper. + +Her eyes locked onto the lotus of devastation hovering over Max’s palm. + +Her gaze hardened. + +"You… really are the number one genius of the East." + +Her words were sincere. + +But her next ones carried a heavy warning. + +"But you should stop now. Killing them will only bring harm to you—and to the entire East." + +Max’s smirk didn’t fade. + +He met her gaze. + +His voice? + +Calm. Nonchalant. + +"Yeah? But they came here with the intent to kill me." + +He shrugged. + +"So I can only do the same to them." + +Then— + +Silence. + +The air froze. + +For a moment, no one spoke. + +The leaders exchanged glances. + +The weight of the situation pressed down on them like an executioner’s blade. + +They knew. + +If Max released that lotus, it wouldn’t just kill the four geniuses. + +It would change everything. + +It would declare war. + +And once that happened— + +Nothing could stop it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-216.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-216.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e23f38d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-216.md @@ -0,0 +1,442 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 216: Kate, Leader of the Knights of Valor" +slug: "ch-216" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 216 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1221 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood amidst the tense silence, his smirk unwavering as his gaze swept over Norton Blade, Kheonne Evernight, James, and the other leaders. + +Their faces were etched with fear, disbelief, and anger. + +They knew what was coming. + +But— + +They were too late. + +Max’s fingers released. + +The 33-petal World Destruction Flaming Lotus began its silent descent. + +Toward the green force field sphere. + +Inside— + +The three trapped Monarch geniuses stared up in horror. + +"NO!" + +Norton’s roar of desperation tore through the air. + +His sword flashed— + +A white glowing streak of light, slicing forward in a final, frantic attempt to shatter the sphere and free them. + +"What did you do?!" + +Kheonne’s voice shook with terror, her eyes locked onto the lotus as it fell. + +Her breath turned unsteady. + +She never expected Max to casually dropped the lotus to the three geniuses from the Monarch. + +Just beside her James stood in solemn silence. + +He didn’t react outwardly—but his expression was grim. + +’The East is over.’ + +There was no undoing this. + +A distance away… + +Aurelia watched in silence, standing at the outskirts of the Villa. + +Her eyes remained fixed on Max— + +Observing his every movement. + +Every flicker of his expression. + +Every pulse of power radiating from him. + +Then— + +She closed her eyes. + +’Chaos it is, then.’ + +A slow sigh escaped her lips, the weight of understanding settling on her shoulders. + +She had known from the very start. + +From when Max decided to take revenge on Killian Blade. + +She realized. + +Max wasn’t someone who could be swayed. + +If he made a decision— + +He would see it through. + +No hesitation. No regrets. + +And now—this moment proved it. + +There was no in-between with him. + +No diplomacy. + +No backing down. + +No middle ground. + +Only absolute resolve. + +Her fingers tightened slightly at her side. + +’I guess I have to increase the pace of my plans a little bit now.’ + +Then— + +Her eyes opened again. + +Sharp. + +Unreadable. + +The air thickened with finality as the black flaming lotus descended. + +The crowd watched in horror— + +Their faces pale. + +Their breaths held. + +They had lost all hope. + +This was it. + +The end. + +For the three Monarch geniuses. + +No one could stop it. + +No one should be able to stop it. + +But then— + +A flicker of light. + +A spark amidst despair. + +And then— + +Kate moved. + +The leader of the Knights of Valor extended her hand— + +And in that moment— + +Everything changed. + +BOOM! + +The space around Max froze. + +His body locked in place—hovering midair— + +His expression frozen in a smirk. + +The black flaming lotus— + +The unstoppable force of destruction— + +Halted. + +It floated motionlessly— + +Just inches above the three trapped geniuses. + +Its flames burned eerily, its power coiled and ready— + +But its detonation was suspended. + +The surrounding around Max stood still. + +For a moment— + +It was as if time itself had stopped. + +And the moment realization dawned— + +Shock rippled through the battlefield. + +Norton Blade— + +Took a sharp step back, his eyes wide with disbelief. + +Kheonne Evernight— + +Inhaled sharply, her body stiff, unable to process what she had just seen. + +Even Ralph and Garrison— + +Stood there, frozen in awe. + +Not just them. + +Every single person present. + +Geniuses. + +Guild leaders. + +Guests from the East Region. + +All stood motionless. + +Some of them understood. + +Others were completely baffled. + +Because what just happened— + +Should have been impossible. + +From a distance, Aurelia watched. + +Her golden eyes remained calm, analyzing the unfolding situation with absolute clarity. + +’She’s about to reach Level 2 of the Concept of Space.’ + +Her observation was precise. Unwavering. + +Unlike the others— + +She wasn’t surprised. + +Not even a little. + +Kate’s mastery over space had already been formidable. + +But this? + +This confirmed it. + +She had touched the threshold— + +The point where space was no longer just controlled— + +But rewritten. + +The others gasped in shock. + +Some in awe. + +Some in fear. + +Yet, amidst the chaos, Aurelia’s curiosity stirred. + +What now? + +On the surface, Max was powerless. + +Frozen in space. Helpless. Trapped. + +With someone who wielded such mastery, it should have been over. + +Right? + +Or— + +Was it? + +’Damn… just how high is her comprehension of space?’ + +Max’s eyes chilled, his mind racing. + +Before him— + +Kate walked forward. + +Slow. Deliberate. + +Like a executioner approaching a prisoner in chains. + +But she wasn’t coming for him. + +She was heading for the sphere. + +Toward the three trapped Monarch geniuses. + +Max clenched his jaw. + +’She froze space too strongly—I can’t even detonate the lotus.’ + +The realization hit hard. + +This wasn’t just a simple Space Freeze technique. + +This was absolute suppression. + +His entire being was locked. Restrained. + +Even the 33-petal World Destruction Flaming Lotus— + +Suspended in her dominion. + +And if he failed now— + +He knew the truth. + +He’d never get another chance. + +This was it. + +All or nothing. + +"You shouldn’t struggle." + +Kate’s voice rang out—calm, composed, yet unshakable. + +She barely glanced at Max, her focus instead locked onto the suspended lotus. + +"I may not be the strongest in the East, but my control over space? It is absolute. Number one. In the entire Valora Continent." + +Discover hidden tales at freewebnovel + +Her words dug into Max like needles. + +Not because they were arrogant. + +But because she was right. + +Her control over space was on another level. + +The air around him remained locked, his body frozen, not a single muscle responding. + +The lotus hung motionless, an unstoppable force trapped in an immovable cage. + +It should have erased everything in its path. + +Yet— + +It was suspended in time. + +Max’s mind raced. + +’What a worse moment to flaunt your power…’ + +He cursed inwardly, forcing himself to analyze the situation. + +What did he need? + +Not movement. + +Not strength. + +Just one thing— + +Detonation. + +If he could ignite the lotus, the sheer scale of destruction would override any spatial freeze. + +A 33-petal World Destruction Flaming Lotus… + +Max had absolute confidence in one fact— + +No amount of space control could survive that explosion. + +Not even hers. + +Now— + +He just needed a way. + +But the question was how? + +Max’s mind raced, calculations firing in rapid succession. + +Kate would reach him in seconds. + +He didn’t have much time. + +’What should I do?’ + +His Three-Dimensional Body physique was one of the most adaptable for space-related techniques— + +But right now? + +It wasn’t enough. + +It couldn’t help him control the black flames, nor could it break Kate’s space suppression directly. + +But then— + +An idea formed. + +’I’ll detonate it remotely.’𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +Yes. + +That was the only way. + +If he could just reconnect with the black flames on the lotus, he could ignite it without touching it. + +But— + +There was a problem. + +He had lost that connection. + +The moment he dropped the lotus, the flames had become severed from his control. + +And now— + +Because of Space Freeze, he couldn’t even extend his aura to reach them again. + +Which meant— + +He needed a way to bypass the suppression. + +To reassert control. + +’But how?’ + +Max’s frown deepened, his eyes narrowing as Kate moved closer. + +Her expression was steady. + +Her presence—unshakable. + +Each step she took was a countdown. + +Ten feet away. + +Nine. + +Eight. + +Max’s jaw clenched. + +The worst part wasn’t just that he had lost control over the flames. + +It was that Kate’s mastery of space had severed his very connection to them. + +If he wanted to ignite the lotus, he needed a way to break through. + +To reach his flames again. + +But how? + +Seeing Kate closing in, a flicker of anxiety crept into Max’s mind. + +’What should I do?’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-217.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-217.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86c83b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-217.md @@ -0,0 +1,446 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 217: Ruthless Understanding" +slug: "ch-217" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 217 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1311 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Then— + +"I see you’re still thinking of ways to counteract my Space Freeze." + +Kate’s voice cut through the silence. + +Calm. Composed. Absolute. + +Her perceptive eyes had already seen through his struggle. + +"But it’s useless." + +Her tone carried the weight of authority— + +The authority of someone full of confidence. + +She took another step forward. + +"Don’t struggle, and I’ll hand you over to Aurelia in one piece." + +Seven feet away. + +Max wanted to scoff, to mock her arrogance— + +But— + +He couldn’t even speak. + +He was trapped, locked in place like a statue, completely at the mercy of her absolute space suppression. + +And then— + +His mind froze. + +’Wait a minute!’ + +A sudden realization struck him. + +He had been so focused on controlling his black flames— + +On reconnecting with the lotus— + +That he had overlooked something. + +His Three-Dimensional Physique. + +It was his strongest means at the moment. + +Max pondered its uses. + +It wasn’t just for movement. + +It wasn’t just for navigating space. + +It was about feeling space itself. + +And now— + +Even though he was completely frozen, his body was still sensing. + +’Let’s try this.’ + +He blocked out everything else. + +Forgot about Kate standing before him. + +Forgot about the others watching in fear and awe. + +He focused. + +One second. + +Two seconds. + +And then— + +He felt it. + +A faint connection— + +A slight sense of familiarity from the very space around him. + +It was subtle. + +Almost imperceptible. + +But— + +It was there. + +Max’s eyes flashed with realization. + +’If my comprehension of space were any higher… I would’ve been able to move.’ + +The potential of his physique became clear. + +He had been thinking the wrong way. + +He didn’t need to break free physically. + +He didn’t need to fight the suppression. + +He just needed to touch the fabric of space itself. + +And if he could do that— + +Then he could detonate the lotus. + +Right where it was. + +Max then contemplated and came with a gamble to set everything in his favor. + +If it worked— + +Everything would fall into place. + +Victory. Freedom. The end of this battle. + +If it failed— + +Then he would have to let go of killing the Monarch geniuses— + +An outcome he wasn’t willing to accept. + +Kate’s calm voice broke through his thoughts. + +"I will take that lotus away." + +She appeared directly in front of him, her grip firm on a small spherical bubble— + +A containment sphere strong enough to seal away the lotus entirely. + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +This was his moment. + +He didn’t hesitate. + +BOOOOM! + +He unleashed his black flames from within— + +Surging through his body, pressing outward, trying to explode from his pores, from his fingertips, from every cell of his being. + +But— + +Nothing. + +Not a single flicker of flame escaped. + +They were locked inside him— + +Suppressed, just like he was—trapped beneath the overwhelming Space Freeze. + +But that didn’t matter. + +Because Max wasn’t trying to release them. + +He was using them. + +Then— + +His full attention turned to the space around him. + +Not on breaking it. + +Not on overpowering Kate’s control. + +But on understanding it. + +Feeling it. + +And as the black flames filled his body, saturating every inch of him— + +Two connections were formed. + +The first— + +Between himself and the space that bound him. + +The second— + +Between the space and the frozen lotus. + +And then— + +A resonance. + +A pulse that linked the flames inside him to the flames within the lotus. + +A whisper of power. + +A thread of destruction. + +And in the very next instant— + +Everything turned black. + +BOOOOOM! + +The 33-petal World Destruction Flaming Lotus detonated. + +A wave of black flames erupted, swallowing everything within a ten-meter radius. + +The fire crackled and roared, twisting unnaturally, devouring everything in its path. + +The frozen space that had trapped Max trembled— + +Then— + +SHATTERED. + +Like fragile glass, the Space Freeze collapsed, the explosion ripping through its structure. + +Max was free. + +But— + +The three Monarch geniuses still trapped inside? + +They weren’t as lucky. + +The black flames clung to their bodies— + +Burning through flesh. + +Through bone. + +Through everything. + +Their screams never even had the chance to escape. + +Because in the blink of an eye— + +They were reduced to nothing. + +Ashes. + +Not even a single trace of their existence remained. + +The guests watched in silence— + +Not in awe. + +Not in shock. + +But in terror. + +Terror of the Young Monarch. + +They understood. + +With the deaths of four out of five Monarch geniuses— + +The Young Monarch’s wrath was inevitable. + +And when that wrath descended— + +It would not just fall on Max. + +It would engulf the entire East. + +Slowly— + +They began to die down, retreating like a living entity that had sated its hunger. + +Wisps of dark smoke coiled into the air— + +Then vanished into nothingness. + +The once-solid ground beneath the explosion was scorched beyond recognition— + +Cracked. Charred. Still smoldering with faint embers. + +The air—suffocatingly hot. + +The lingering scent of burned flesh and destruction—heavy with finality. + +Where the three geniuses once stood— + +Only blackened silhouettes of ash remained. + +Fragile. Unmoving. + +Then— + +A faint breeze swept through. + +And with it— + +The last remnants of their existence crumbled away. + +Scattered into the wind. + +Only one person stood there. + +Max. + +Across from him— + +Kate. + +Her expression frozen in shock. + +She couldn’t believe it. + +Couldn’t process it. + +Max had detonated the lotus under her absolute suppression of space. + +Moreover— + +She had been so close to taking it away. + +Yet— + +It was all futile. + +Kate took a slow breath, regaining her composure. + +Then, her voice was calm but heavy. + +"What you did will offset everything in the East Region." + +Max shrugged. + +"If I had spared them, I would’ve only gotten one year to live. Was this the mercy of a god? No. It was the Young Monarch playing with me. Playing with my life." + +His gaze darkened. + +"And I don’t like someone playing with my life." + +"So I did what I thought was the most suitable approach." + +Kate’s frown deepened. + +She understood his reasoning. + +She even understood his emotions. + +But what truly unsettled her— + +Wasn’t just his strength. + +It was his mindset. + +’So young… yet so ruthless.’ + +With a wave of her hand, Kate enclosed Max in a spherical prison of space. + +"You should know I can’t let you go now." + +Her voice was calm, unwavering. + +Max smiled. + +"Are you sure you have what it takes to take me away?" + +Kate’s frown deepened. + +She understood his meaning immediately. Continue reading stories on freewebnovel + +Her mind flashed back to the black flames that had erupted when they cornered him before. + +Then— + +"Kate, just kill him!" + +Norton’s voice roared, his tone boiling with rage. + +"By killing him, we could at least appease the Young Monarch for now! We aren’t ready for war! We aren’t ready for an attack from the Monarch!" + +"Yes! Kill him!" + +Kheonne Evernight’s voice followed, laced with venom. + +"He has doomed the entire East! He cannot be allowed to live!" + +Max sneered inwardly. + +’They never miss a chance to kill me, do they?’ + +But before Kate could respond— + +A new voice cut through the tension. + +"It is I who shall punish Max." + +A figure stepped forward. + +Aurelia. + +Her presence was imposing, her golden gaze sharp as she stood before them. + +"He is a member of the Phoenix Order Guild. If he has committed a crime, then it is I who will punish him." + +Kate’s frown deepened. + +Something felt off. + +Aurelia never assisted in cornering Max before. + +And now, she wanted to take him under her authority? + +Before she could voice her suspicion— + +A shift in the air. + +A suffocating force. + +Kate’s eyes narrowed. + +She felt it. + +Not just her. + +Norton. Kheonne. Aurelia. James. + +Every single guest in the Villa turned their gaze— + +Upward. + +The sky had changed. + +Darkness loomed above them. + +Thick, swirling black clouds gathered, forming an ominous vortex. + +And amidst it all— + +A voice, barely above a whisper, chilled the air. + +"I am very curious how you will survive this, Max." + +Envoy Lucas muttered, watching the sky spiral into chaos. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-218.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-218.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ebfc438 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-218.md @@ -0,0 +1,314 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 218: A Decree" +slug: "ch-218" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 218 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1398 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max lifted his gaze. + +The sky darkened. + +Clouds churned, thick and heavy, spiraling in on themselves. The air turned electric—charged with something far beyond natural. + +Something ancient. Something inevitable. + +Max’s expression hardened. + +He knew. + +He’d seen this before. + +And he knew exactly who was coming. + +The swirling black mass morphed, folding inward, condensing—until a face emerged. + +A face of authority. Malice. Power. + +Then— + +BOOM. + +A pressure unlike anything before descended. + +The East Region trembled. The ground cracked. The weight of it crushed the air, pressing down with suffocating force. + +People staggered, knees buckling, unable to withstand it. Some collapsed entirely, their bodies trembling under the sheer force of his presence. + +For many, it felt like their very souls were being squeezed. + +The weight of the world itself had doubled. + +Across the surrounding, Norton Blade’s lips curled into a dark grin. + +He turned to Max, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. + +"There he comes." + +His voice was a whisper—sharp, cutting. + +"Let’s see you survive this." + +On the other side, Kate’s posture stiffened. + +Her breath slowed. + +She had expected the Young Monarch to react. To be furious. + +But this? + +This was too fast. Too immediate. + +Her eyes flickered toward Max. + +A fleeting moment of pity crossed her face. + +He had defied the Monarch. + +And now— + +Now, he would face something beyond reason. + +The pressure was immense, a suffocating force that pressed down upon the entire East Region like an unrelenting storm. + +But for Max— + +It felt like nothing. + +Oh, the force was there, crashing down on him with greater intensity than anyone else. But the sensation? + +As insignificant as a bee sting. + +A faint annoyance—nothing more. + +He had noticed this many times before. + +This wasn’t the first time he had stood under the weight of an overwhelming aura, yet each time, the effect was always the same. + +It never worked on him. + +And he had long since figured out why. + +’My body has somehow become oblivious to pressure from others.’ + +It was a realization he had come to after much thought, analyzing each instance where he had walked through power meant to break him. + +The answer was simple. + +The Title—Aura of Primordial. + +He believed that the primordial aura embedded within him filtered out the oppressive nature of external forces, leaving him only with the remnants—the weakest fragments, too minor to ever cause him harm. + +And right now, that was exactly what was happening. + +The clouded face in the sky had directed its full, crushing force toward him. + +Any other person would have been forced to kneel, suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the presence. + +But Max? + +He simply stood there, unmoved. + +His muscles didn’t strain. + +His breath didn’t falter. + +He barely even noticed it. + +To everyone else, it was the wrath of a god descending upon them. + +To Max? + +Just another breeze passing by. + +The face in the sky spoke, its voice deep and omnipotent, carrying an undeniable weight that made the entire East tremble in silent terror. + +"I meant to give you an olive branch when I sent those kids over." + +The air itself vibrated with the sheer authority in its tone. The onlookers could barely breathe, their bodies frozen under the immensity of the presence. + +But amidst the stifling atmosphere— + +Max grinned. + +"You mean playing god—giving me a single year of ’peace’ like some grand act of generosity—was supposed to be an olive branch?" + +His voice was steady, unfazed, carrying an undertone of mockery. + +The face in the sky chuckled, a low, ominous sound that sent waves of unease through everyone. + +"More or less, yes. That was meant to be an olive branch of peace between us." + +Max shrugged. + +"Then what I did doesn’t matter, does it?" + +His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. + +"By killing them, I only ensured that the olive branch you sent was successful. And I believe it was. After all, it got you to show yourself, didn’t it?" + +The silence that followed was deafening. + +Even the leaders of the East stiffened, barely able to believe what they had just heard. + +Max wasn’t pleading for his life. + +He wasn’t showing remorse. + +He was laughing in the face of the Monarch himself. + +The face in the sky regarded him for a moment before speaking again. + +"Indeed, I received your olive branch." + +The voice was smooth, almost amused. + +"But at what cost?" + +The air thickened, the sky darkened further. + +"Your life." + +The words carried the weight of a divine decree. + +"I gave you a year of peace so that you could understand the mercy I have shown upon you." + +Then, the face’s expression twisted slightly, something darker lurking beneath its gaze. + +"But it seems… you don’t want that." + +As the voice in the sky spoke, the air itself shivered, crackling with something dark and ominous. + +Then—red lightning flickered to life. + +It crawled across the surface of the black clouds, thin at first, like serpents slithering through the abyss. + +Their presence bathed the entire East Region in an eerie, demonic glow, casting long shadows over the land. + +At first, the streaks of red were small, scattered, nothing more than flickering sparks dancing within the darkness. + +But then— + +They multiplied. + +One after another, the red lightning surged, spreading like veins through the endless black. + +The snakes of crimson energy thickened, intertwining, converging—until they began to gather into a singular mass. + +The sky churned. + +The air grew heavier. + +The crackling of electricity turned into an ominous hum, the very fabric of reality twisting under the sheer weight of the energy forming above. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +A colossal bolt of red lightning condensed, its tendrils reaching outward, stretching from the black clouds like a demonic claw. + +Its core pulsed violently, radiating an energy so destructive that the very heavens seemed to recoil. + +This was not ordinary lightning. + +This was judgment. + +An execution sentence, delivered from the Young Monarch himself. + +Max’s expression darkened. Continue your saga on freewebnovel + +Not from the pressure—he had long since become immune to that. + +But from the raw destructive power gathering above. + +He could feel it in his bones, in the very air around him. + +This attack was not something he could ignore. + +It would not miss. + +And when it landed—obliteration was the only outcome. + +His fingers twitched slightly, his mind racing. + +’I’d probably be dead if it hits me.’ + +The thought settled, cold and factual. + +But he didn’t panic. + +Because he had a plan. + +Just as the colossal red lightning bolt finished forming, its tendrils crackling like the hands of a wrathful god, the spherical shield around Max dissipated. + +Kate took a step back, her expression calm and composed, but there was something behind her eyes—an unspoken warning. + +"As much as I want to make sure nothing happens to you…" she said evenly. "You have to understand—I can’t interfere in your business." + +Max glanced at her, his gaze unreadable. + +Then, he shook his head. + +"You don’t have to." + +His voice was steady, devoid of fear. + +At that moment, Aurelia stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the massive lightning bolt overhead. + +Her expression, for the first time, held a trace of concern. + +"Will you be fine?" she asked, her voice neutral but laced with something more. + +She wasn’t asking just out of curiosity. + +She was measuring him. + +"That bolt of lightning… it holds the strength of a peak Seeker Rank." + +Even for someone like Max, that was lethal. + +Max looked at her, then shrugged. + +"I don’t know." His lips curled slightly. "Guess we’ll find out soon enough." + +And then— + +A new decree fell from the heavens. + +The Young Monarch’s voice rumbled across the entire East Region, his words carrying the weight of an absolute command. + +"From this moment on… + +Any power that aids Max— + +Any faction that associates with him— + +Will be the Monarch’s first priority. + +In simple terms— + +They will be wiped from the face of this world." + +A chilling silence followed. + +The weight of those words crushed the surrounding more than any oppressive aura could. + +Aurelia’s face darkened. + +Her fingers twitched slightly, though her expression remained controlled. + +The leaders of the East Region all stiffened, their faces pale as the reality of the situation sank in. + +This wasn’t just about Max anymore. + +The Young Monarch had drawn a line in the sand. + +Help Max—and face destruction. + +Stay silent—and survive. + +It was a declaration of war against anyone who dared to stand by his side. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-219.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-219.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d2fef90 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-219.md @@ -0,0 +1,354 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 219: True Power of Bloodline" +slug: "ch-219" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 219 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1500 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Buzz! + +The sky hummed violently as the red lightning bolt above continued to charge, its energy swelling like a dam on the verge of bursting. + +Tendrils of crimson electricity flickered outward, splitting through the air like cracks in reality itself. Each second, its destructive force multiplied. + +The pressure in the atmosphere became suffocating, and everyone felt it. + +The gathered spectators, their faces tense, began whispering amongst themselves. + +"This is bad! If that bolt of lightning hits Max, he’s done for!" + +"Hmph! That’s what he gets for angering the Young Monarch." One sneered, arms crossed, as if watching an inevitable execution. + +"The strongest genius of the continent, facing the strongest ruler of the continent… A battle of fire against an unstoppable storm. This is ironic, don’t you think?" + +"I’d say it’s a pity." One voice muttered, shaking their head. + +"Pity? Hah! He brought this on himself. Angering the Monarch never ends well for anyone." + +The onlookers stepped back, retreating toward the sides of the villa, not wanting to get caught in the potential annihilation about to descend. + +*** + +Aurelia, watching the looming catastrophe, stepped forward. + +Your next journey awaits at freewebnovel + +Her golden eyes flickered with resolve. + +"Max, I can he—" + +"No need." + +Max cut her off, his voice calm. + +"I will handle this myself." + +His words were steady. Absolute. + +Aurelia’s brows furrowed, her instincts telling her to ignore his arrogance and act. + +But— + +A firm, composed voice spoke beside her. + +"Aurelia, do you really want your guild to be targeted by the Monarch?" + +Kate had returned, her expression unreadable as she looked at Aurelia. + +"Let him be." Her words carried weight, spoken not with indifference but with finality. + +"If he is fated to die, no one can stop it. + +And if he is not—then no one here can kill him today." + +Aurelia’s gaze shifted between Kate, Max, and the sky. + +Her mind raced. + +Max was strong—unbelievably so. + +But this? + +This was the Young Monarch. + +Her lips pressed into a thin line before she finally let out a low sigh. + +"You’re right." She muttered. + +Her steps reluctantly retreated. + +Her fists tightened, but she knew— + +She had just brought calamity upon her entire guild. + +And there was no turning back. + +Max’s smile widened as he stood alone, the surrounding now cleared of all interference. + +The red lightning bolt above him crackled with devastating force, a force meant to erase him from existence. + +But instead of fear, he felt something else— + +Excitement. + +’Let’s do this.’ + +His thoughts sharpened, and he closed his eyes, reaching deep within himself. + +Not to his Fusion State Aura. + +Not to his Three-Dimensional Body. + +But to something primal. Ancient. Chaotic. + +His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. + +A bloodline unlike any other. + +A force so vast, so deep, that even he had only begun to scratch the surface of its potential. + +And now, he would push it further. + +He focused, pulling on its power, calling out to the chaos embedded within his very being. + +At first—nothing. + +A few silent seconds passed, the storm above raging, the red lightning ready to fall. + +Then— + +A flicker. + +A spark in the air. + +Small puffs of black flames materialized, floating gently around him like embers in the wind. + +Just three or four at first. + +But then— + +More. + +More. + +More. + +The flames multiplied, spreading rapidly through the sky, twisting and coiling as if alive. + +They clustered together, forming countless spheres of black fire, their chaotic essence filling the air with an ominous presence. + +The entire sky above the villa darkened, swallowed by the sheer volume of black flames gathering around Max. + +The land, the atmosphere—everything burned black. + +A storm of darkness, an inferno of chaos. + +The onlookers stared in shock. + +They had expected desperation. + +They had expected fear. + +But instead, Max stood there, surrounded by an overwhelming manifestation of his own bloodline. + +And then—he grinned. + +’It worked!’ + +This had been a gamble. + +A reckless attempt to push his bloodline beyond its current limits. + +If it hadn’t worked? + +He would have been forced to run. + +But now— + +Now, he didn’t need to run. + +He was ready to fight. + +And the red lightning above? + +It would soon learn—chaos doesn’t bow to power. + +Power bows to chaos. + +Max’s eyes flickered as he surveyed the darkened surrounding, his black flames coiling in the air like a chaotic storm. + +He wasn’t alone. + +Not entirely. + +He could feel them. + +Even if no one else could see them, he knew— + +The Black Lotus Guild was here. + +Hiding. Watching. Waiting. + +Each of them carried his bloodline, the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, though weaker than his own. + +And because of that— + +They could not hide from him. + +Their auras, though well-concealed, were like faint embers in his perception, their presence imprinted upon the very space around him. + +From what he knew, his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline was more than just powerful— + +It was absolute. + +A dominant force that could suppress any and every member of the Black Lotus Guild with the same bloodline flowing through their veins. + +And he had done it before. + +He had once suppressed them, crushing their bloodlines beneath the sheer weight of his own. + +But what he was about to do now— + +Was something different. + +This wasn’t suppression. + +This was a command. + +His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline was the strongest among all. + +It could sense those who shared the same lineage. + +It could suppress them, overpower them, regardless of their strength. + +And if it could do all that… + +Then why couldn’t it draw power from them? + +If his bloodline dominance was absolute, then shouldn’t it be possible for him to extract power from those with the same bloodline—whether they wanted to or not? + +And that’s what he did. + +All these black flames around him in the sky were black flames drawn from the members of the Black Lotus guild. + +Though he wasn’t overflowing with power, the amount of black flames he had under his control was already enough for now. + +But he wanted more. + +He wanted everything. + +Max’s hands clapped together, a loud, resonating sound that echoed like a command. + +At that instant— + +BOOM! + +The countless spheres of black flames, large and small, converged—pulling together like a collapsing star. + +A monstrous mass of black fire began to form above Max’s head, a swirling vortex of chaotic destruction unlike anything seen before. + +It pulsed. It trembled. It grew. + +The air crackled as the sheer density of flames warped space itself. + +And as the flames gathered, a new force began to rise within him. + +His bloodline roared in acknowledgment. + +The hidden Black Lotus Guild members— + +They felt it. + +Their energy stirred. + +They could feel a bloodline stronger than theirs was drawing out their flames. + +Without their wishes. + +Most importantly— + +They could feel their bloodline trembling in fear. + +It was a primal fear. + +Born from the suppression of their bloodlines. + +The surrounding had fallen into complete silence. + +Everyone watched in disbelief as the black flames, which had erupted out of nowhere, now swarmed the sky, surrounding them in an inescapable sea of dark fire. + +And now—they understood. + +Max was controlling them. + +"These black flames…" Norton Blade spoke first, his tone carrying an unmistakable solemnity. + +His eyes were locked onto the seething, pulsing inferno above Max’s head, the sheer density of it making the air itself tremble. + +"They are very deadly." + +Kate stood beside him, her expression darkening, her arms crossed as she analyzed the phenomenon. + +Her sharp gaze lingered on the flames for a few moments before she finally spoke. + +"They are indeed deadly flames." She exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing. + +"If I’m not wrong, these are the same flames Max used in his battle at the temple." + +Her words made several people stiffen. + +The battle at the temple. + +The battle where Max had fought and survived against the most powerful geniuses. + +The battle where he had unleashed something terrifying. + +At that time, the nature of the flames had been uncertain. + +A mystery. + +But now? + +Kate’s gaze remained locked onto the inferno, her thoughts sharp and precise. + +"Back then, I wasn’t sure." + +Her voice was steady, but there was an edge to it. + +"But now, I am certain." + +She turned to Norton, her expression heavy with realization. + +"These are the same black flames used by the Black Lotus Guild." + +The moment those words left her lips, a ripple of shock passed through the gathered figures. + +Several guild leaders’ faces darkened. + +The implications were clear. + +The Black Lotus Guild was one of the most enigmatic forces in the world. A shadow organization that few truly understood. + +And now—Max wielded their flames. + +Not just wielded them. + +But controlled them better than any Black Lotus Guild member had ever been seen doing. + +What did that mean? + +Norton clenched his fists. + +Kate’s expression remained neutral, but deep inside—she knew. + +Max wasn’t just fighting back. + +He was challenging the very balance of power in the East. + +And if he truly had control over the Black Lotus flames… + +Then this battle was about to take a turn no one could predict. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-22.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-22.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3028348 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-22.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 22: Advancing to Level 4" +slug: "ch-22" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 22 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max found himself in a charred forest as soon as he stepped through the portal. + +'Quite a unique place, but it's too hot here,' he thought, wiping sweat from his forehead. He had just arrived, yet he was already sweating, making him wonder how he would fare for the rest of his time in the dungeon. + +Looking around, he found himself amidst a forest of charred, smoldering tree trunks. Each trunk was stripped of its leaves, yet they glowed faintly, as if veins of molten energy coursed within. + +Scarlet foliage clung stubbornly to a few branches, their fiery hues casting an eerie light over the desolate landscape. Streams of molten lava snaked through the forest floor, the air shimmering with intense heat, making the entire scene feel like a gateway to an infernal realm. + +'No wonder it's so hot here,' Max mused, observing the many individuals who had appeared nearby. Since not everyone materialized in the same spot, groups of people were scattered throughout the charred landscape, and Max was within one such group. + +"Hey, kid, you're with us, but believe me, we won't help you even if you're about to die here," someone taunted as soon as they saw him. + +"Yeah, prepare to die, keke." + +"It's your fault for mocking those you shouldn't have." + +Max sighed at their stupidity. Did they really think he would come here knowing he'd die with his so-called 'measly' strength? What idiots! + +"Damn, those bugs are still following me," he muttered, waving his hands dismissively as though shooing flies. + +"This kid! I'll kill him." + +"How dare he mock us again!?" + +"Doesn't he fear death?" + +The people around Max seethed with rage. They hadn't expected him to have the audacity to insult them again, calling them bugs. Their fury boiled over. + +"Everyone, don't fight amongst yourselves." + +Just as it seemed they might attack Max, a calm female voice broke through the tension. + +Max and the others turned to see a red-haired girl addressing them. + +"We're in a dungeon. Anything could go wrong, so we should all be careful and work together," she suggested. + +Many among the crowd frowned. They didn't like taking orders, especially from someone young, and especially not when one of them had been mocking them. + +"And who are you to give us orders, anyway?" someone challenged her. + +The red-haired girl looked at the man who had spoken, then at the crowd, and shook her head. "Forget it, then." She turned to the brown-haired lady beside her and said, "Let's go." + +The brown-haired lady nodded and quietly followed the red-haired girl as they headed deeper into the charred forest. + +Max shrugged and went his own way, disappearing into the forest. + +"My target here is the secret chamber and collecting lots of mana crystals," he mused, walking across the barren, blackened ground. + +"GROWL!" + +Five wolves appeared before him, growling angrily. + +"Huh?" Max looked at them and noticed they were regular-sized wolves, but their bodies were covered entirely in flames instead of fur. + +"They're level 6," he noted and fired five bullets at the wolves. + +Five blue beams of light shot from his fingers, catching the wolves off guard. They didn't even have time to dodge. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! + +All five level 6 wolves exploded as the bullets hit them. + +With his Magic Bullets skill at level 100, these wolves were no match for him. + +"They must be beginner-level wolves for this F-rank dungeon," Max muttered, moving to collect the drops. + +Just as he reached them, Max swiftly turned and fired another five bullets, this time into the air. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! + +The bullets struck five lava birds flying above, killing them instantly. + +These lava birds were half Max's size and entirely made of lava. Their long beaks made them appear menacing, but they weren't very agile in the air. + +"All of them were also level 6," Max muttered as he gathered the drops from the wolves and moved to collect those left by the birds. + +After collecting everything, Max estimated that the cores from these monsters should be enough to level him up to level 4. + +'But there's no safe place here to level up in peace,' he thought with a silent sigh, deciding to press onward for now. + +After half an hour of exploration, Max encountered many lava birds and lava wolves, all at level 6. This convinced him that he was still in the starting area of the dungeon. + +'Also, why haven't I found a single mana crystal since I arrived?' Max frowned. He didn't believe his luck was so bad that all the mana crystals in this area had already been collected. + +"I'm certain no one has been to this part of the forest," he muttered, his expression turning serious. "I should search more carefully—maybe I missed something." + +Max began combing through the forest meticulously, killing any beasts he encountered while scouring every nook and cranny. He checked the tops of trees, under rocks and boulders, and even dug into the ground. Still, he found nothing. + +"What the hell?!" Max exclaimed, baffled by the absence of mana crystals. + +"ROAAARRR!" + +A deafening wolf's roar echoed through the forest. + +"This?" Max frowned and looked in the direction of the sound. "That roar... could it belong to a level 8 lava wolf?" His eyes gleamed with excitement. + +"I should head there, but first, I need to level up to level 4," Max muttered, climbing a tree to absorb the level 6 cores he had collected. He wanted to be cautious when facing a level 8 wolf, unsure of how powerful such a monster might be. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 4 of Novice Rank.] + +After absorbing his sixth core, a notification appeared in his vision, but he didn't stop. He continued until he had absorbed all the level 6 cores. + +Feeling the surge of strength, Max jumped down from the tree and headed toward the source of the roar. Since mana crystals were nowhere to be found, he decided that a level 8 wolf would be a fair trade-off. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-220.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-220.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de12cb5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-220.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 220: A Black Sun" +slug: "ch-220" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 220 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1278 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"This should be enough." + +Max smirked, his gaze shifting to the massive sphere of black flames hovering above him. + +It loomed like a dark sun, its swirling fire exuding an oppressive heat. The sphere’s radius was twice his size, making it appear truly colossal. + +Tendrils of black fire twisted and coiled around its surface, flickering with an eerie glow. + +Around the villa, the gathered guests stared in stunned silence. Few had ever witnessed such an overwhelming display of flames—let alone someone controlling them with such ease. + +The sheer magnitude of power radiating from Max made even the seasoned warriors tense, their instincts screaming at them to step back. + +A wicked grin tugged at Max’s lips. + +"Now, all that’s left… is to shape it." + +The sphere trembled, its swirling mass of fire beginning to shift. + +Stay updated via freewebnovel + +Slowly, deliberately, it started to bloom, each movement deliberate, as if sculpted by an invisible force. + +Max’s grin widened. + +If anything could obliterate the lightning bolt brewing in the clouds above, it was this—the World Destruction Flaming Lotus, forged from a sphere of fire so vast it threatened to consume everything in its path. + +Norton Blade’s eyes widened as he took an involuntary step back, his breath hitching. His voice came out strained, barely above a whisper. + +"This amount of black flames… How is he controlling such sheer power? It should be impossible for someone at his rank!" + +The sheer density and scale of the flames above Max sent a chill down his spine. No one at the Apprentice Rank should be capable of commanding such raw, destructive energy. + +Beside him, Envoy Lucas observed the sphere of black fire with a composed yet intrigued expression, his chin slightly raised as he analyzed the phenomenon. + +"Indeed," he mused, his tone laced with curiosity. "Control of this level is unheard of. Even for those at the Adept Rank, manipulating such a vast body of flames with this much precision is nearly impossible." + +His gaze lingered on Max, narrowing slightly. + +"Only someone who has comprehended the Level 1 Concept of Flames could wield fire in this way—refining it, shaping it, bending it to their will with such finesse." + +The statement hung in the air, unsettling many of the onlookers.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +Kate also frowned. + +"But that doesn’t make sense!" she said, shaking her head. "If he was using a Concept to control these flames, his body should be exuding traces of it. But there’s nothing—no fluctuations, no resonance, nothing at all!" + +Her eyes flickered with disbelief as she turned back to the fiery lotus forming above Max. + +"There must be something else at play. Something we don’t understand." + +Aurelia’s sharp gaze lingered on the floating sphere of black flames, her brows furrowing in deep contemplation. Something about it felt… wrong. + +"You’re all mistaken," she said, her voice calm but firm. "He is controlling those flames, yes. But the real question isn’t his control—it’s the flames themselves." + +Kate’s frown deepened, confusion flickering in her eyes. + +"What do you mean?" she asked, her tone edged with skepticism. "Are you saying… those flames don’t belong to him?" + +Aurelia met her gaze and shrugged lightly. "I’m not sure." + +That was a lie. She knew exactly what was happening. + +Unlike the others, she could feel the truth. Her Concept of Flames allowed her to perceive the very essence of fire itself, and what she sensed from Max’s sphere of black flames defied all logic. + +There were traces—faint but undeniable—of more than a hundred different sources within that fire. + +’How is this possible?’ she thought, her heart pounding. ’How can he be borrowing flames from the members of the Black Lotus Guild?’ + +Controlling another person’s flames was impossible, no matter how skilled one was. + +Fire wasn’t just an element—it was an extension of its wielder, tied to their energy, their essence. + +No one, not even a master of fire, could bend another’s flames as if they were their own. + +Yet Max was doing exactly that. + +How? + +Aurelia’s thoughts swirled with unanswered questions, but before she could speak again, something happened that sent a fresh wave of shock through her—and the rest of the gathered spectators. + +The edges of the massive black sphere of flames began to shift. + +The smooth, ominous sphere above Max started to bloom. + +Petals of pure black fire unfurled in perfect symmetry, layering upon each other with terrifying beauty. The flames curled and twisted, growing, reshaping themselves into something even greater. + +The size of the lotus expanded, its presence growing heavier, more suffocating. + +The air crackled as the infernal energy surged, and for the first time, even those who had remained silent felt an instinctive sense of dread. + +"Don’t tell me he’s actually thinking of transforming that into a World Destruction Flaming Lotus?" Kheonne’s eyes widened in disbelief as the massive black flames began shifting, petals slowly forming around its edges. His voice trembled slightly as he exclaimed, + +Kate’s frown deepened, her mind racing. The sheer density of energy within that sphere of flames was already dangerously unstable. If it truly transformed into a World Destruction Flaming Lotus… + +Her expression darkened. + +"The amount of energy in that sphere is already beyond control. If he goes through with this…" She turned sharply toward Envoy Lucas. "We have to evacuate. Now." + +But instead of alarm, Envoy Lucas simply smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. + +"You’re concerned," he said casually, "that a technique of the Phoenix Order Guild—a World Destruction Flaming Lotus—will be unleashed here. And if I’m not mistaken, you’re wondering whether the clash between that lotus and the lightning bolt above will cause damage to my villa… and to my guests." + +Kate frowned. + +"And?!" she asked. + +Aurelia, unable to hold back any longer, stepped forward sharply. + +"Then why are you just standing there?!" she shouted, her voice laced with urgency. "Tell everyone to evacuate!" + +Her gaze flickered toward the swirling mass of black fire, which continued to morph, its petals stretching and solidifying into something far more dangerous. + +With a solemn expression, she added, "We don’t even know if the residue from those black flames will have any lingering effects. If it touches us—if it spreads—we could be dealing with something far worse than just collateral damage." + +She turned back to Lucas, her tone firm. + +"We should take caution while we still can. We don’t know if the black flames possess anything unnatural. We should be fine but not the ones in the Adept Rank and below." + +The air grew heavier as the massive black lotus continued its terrifying transformation, the oppressive energy pressing down on everyone present. + +Envoy Lucas’s calm smile never wavered as he glanced between Max and the ominous red lightning bolt crackling in the sky. His gaze lingered for a moment before he spoke. + +"Alright." + +Then, in a commanding voice, he shouted— + +"Everyone! Stand behind me." + +There was no hesitation. + +The guests, the guild leaders, and the four great families immediately followed his command, stepping back until they stood behind him. + +Even those who usually carried themselves with arrogance obeyed without question. + +Then, without a single gesture, a transparent dome materialized, expanding outward like an invisible veil. It covered the entire villa, stretching high into the sky until its edges disappeared into the air. + +The moment the barrier took form, the atmosphere shifted. The oppressive energy from both the black flames and the lightning bolt seemed to halt at its edge, unable to seep through. + +Lucas let out a breath, his voice calm yet absolute. + +"Done." + +He turned to face them, hands behind his back. + +"With this barrier in place, no attack from anyone in the Valora Continent should be able to break through." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-221.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-221.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4379f8b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-221.md @@ -0,0 +1,196 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 221: Clash!" +slug: "ch-221" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 221 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1133 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Silence. + +For a brief moment, no one spoke. + +Then, Norton Blade’s brow furrowed. Ralph Thorne exchanged a glance with Garrison Ashford. Kate’s lips parted slightly, caught between skepticism and disbelief. + +"No one in the entire Valora Continent?" Kate muttered under her breath, barely concealing her shock. + +To claim that no one—not even the strongest figures on the continent—could breach a barrier protecting a mere villa was beyond arrogant. It bordered on insanity. + +And yet… + +The weight in Lucas’s voice made it clear—he wasn’t boasting. + +If he said it, then it must be true. + +Aurelia’s gaze lingered on the massive sphere of black flames above Max’s head, watching as it continued its transformation into a World Destruction Flaming Lotus. Her expression remained unreadable, her thoughts hidden beneath her calm exterior. + +Then, a sharp voice cut through the tense air. + +"The red lightning bolt is acting up!" + +The warning jolted Aurelia from her thoughts. Her eyes snapped to the sky, where the ominous red bolt of lightning trembled violently, its form flickering like a beast barely restrained. + +The others turned as well, their expressions darkening as they witnessed the phenomenon. + +Continue your journey on freewebnovel + +A shared realization spread among them— + +’It’s about to descend!’ + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he observed the erratic movements of the lightning. The once-still bolt now shook uncontrollably, pulsating with raw destruction. + +Then, a deep, echoing voice rumbled across the heavens. + +"If you survive this… we will meet soon." + +The words came from the face within the clouds, its ethereal form dissolving into a swirling mass of black storm clouds. + +Then— + +The red lightning bolt finally struck. + +CRACKLE! + +A deafening roar tore through the heavens as the blinding bolt ripped through the sky, splitting the air itself apart. The storm churned violently, the sheer force of the descending lightning sending shockwaves in all directions. + +It streaked downward at an unrelenting speed, a spear of destruction hurtling straight for Max. + +But Max? + +He grinned—wild and unrestrained. + +At that exact moment, the 33-petaled World Destruction Flaming Lotus reached its final form. + +Dark petals of pure annihilation bloomed in full, radiating a terrifying energy that sent tremors through the air. The ground beneath Max cracked apart from the sheer heat, as if reality itself struggled to withstand the presence of the flaming lotus. + +"Let me see the might of the Gigantic World Destruction Flaming Lotus!" + +Max’s voice roared across the battlefield, filled with both madness and exhilaration. + +With a single forceful motion, he pushed the gigantic black lotus high into the sky—directly into the path of the descending red lightning bolt. + +The collision was instantaneous. + +BOOOOOOM! + +A cataclysmic explosion tore through the heavens, consuming the entire sky in a devastating shockwave. + +Black flames and crimson lightning intertwined, clashing violently, neither yielding to the other. The sheer force of impact sent out a blinding wave of destruction, expanding outward with terrifying speed. + +Even within the protective dome, the pressure was suffocating. The very air shuddered, the ground trembling as if the world itself was caught in the battle between the two forces. + +Then— + +A deafening roar of energy followed—one that seemed to reverberate through every bone, rattling the souls of those inside the barrier. + +For a split second, nothing but black-hot radiance filled the sky, obliterating everything in its wake. + +Then, silence. + +Slowly, the light began to fade, revealing the aftermath. + +The entire landscape beyond the dome had been obliterated. + +The once-solid ground was now a scorched wasteland, massive craters stretching far into the distance. + +The very fabric of space trembled, the lingering effects of the collision still distorting the air, black embers and crimson sparks flickering in the sky like dying stars. + +Inside the dome, expressions ranged from sheer disbelief to horror. + +Kate’s face was solemn, her expression dark as she stared at the devastation outside. + +"The sheer scale of devastation is insane." + +She muttered. + +Aurelia’s face also darkened. + +Even through the barrier, she could still feel the residual heat of those black flames, her mind spinning. + +"This is bound to happen," she muttered. "Both the lotus and the lightning bolt were nearing the power level of peak Expert Rank." + +Norton Blade exhaled sharply, his usual composure wavering. + +"Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it," he admitted, his voice unusually heavy. + +The other guild leaders and family heads stood in stunned silence, their gazes locked onto the battlefield that no longer resembled a backyard of a villa at all—just an endless abyss of devastation. + +Finally, Envoy Lucas chuckled softly, shaking his head. + +"Well," he mused, his tone still composed but carrying a trace of amusement. "It seems I was right to put up that barrier." + +No one could argue. + +Because outside the dome, only ruin remained. + +As the smoke and residual energy slowly dissipated, a lone figure emerged from the devastation. + +Max stood at the center of the ruined battlefield, completely unscathed. + +His clothes were torn in places, holes scattered across the fabric, remnants of the violent shockwave. Small cuts lined his arms where stray shards had grazed his skin, but beyond that— + +He was fine. + +Not broken. Not wounded. + +Just standing. + +"He survived the explosion without any injuries?" + +Norton Blade exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. + +The gathered onlookers inside the barrier felt a collective chill crawl up their spines. + +Kate frowned. "That’s… impossible." Her eyes narrowed, scanning Max for any sign of injury, any sign of exhaustion—but there was none. + +Aurelia’s gaze flickered with suspicion. "Even if he had a way to resist the blast, he should have at least suffered some kind of backlash… but he looks perfectly fine." + +Garrison Ashford’s brows furrowed deeply. "No one should be able to withstand an explosion of that magnitude head-on. Not without severe consequences." + +The silence stretched, thick with tension. + +Then, Max moved. + +He casually stretched his shoulders, rolling his neck as if shaking off nothing more than a mild inconvenience. + +His lips curled into a smirk as his eyes swept across the dome, locking onto his stunned spectators. + +"Disappointed?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. + +A heavy pressure settled over the crowd. + +Disappointed? No—they were terrified. + +Terrified of him. + +And terrified of the scene behind him. + +A heavy silence followed right after. + +The weight in the air wasn’t just fear—it was absolute terror. + +Max could feel it. + +Not just in the wide eyes staring at him. + +Not just in the others frozen mid-breath. + +But in the way no one dared to move. + +The realization crept up his spine like a cold whisper. + +’Don’t tell me something worse than what had already happened is happening right now!’ + +He cursed. + +Then, he turned. + +His gaze swept over his shoulder— + +And what he saw stopped him cold. + +A sight so unnatural, so impossible—it burned itself into his mind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-222.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-222.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf1c28c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-222.md @@ -0,0 +1,286 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 222: Arrival of Ascendants" +slug: "ch-222" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 222 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1204 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max turned sharply, his breath hitching as his gaze locked onto a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +The sky—once blue, once infinite—had been torn apart. + +A massive rift of pure darkness stretched across the heavens, a gaping wound in reality itself. + +It wasn’t just one clean break. + +No. + +The rupture branched outward like fractured glass, jagged veins of void extending from one end of the horizon to the other. + +Revealing the darkness from the other side. + +It wasn’t just an unnatural phenomenon. + +It was as if something—or someone—had ripped open the very fabric of existence itself. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his heartbeat steady but sharp. + +"What is this?" + +His voice was low, measured—but deep inside, his instincts screamed. + +Kate, standing nearby, her face grave, her body tense, muttered a single sentence— + +"They are here." + +Her tone was solemn. Heavy. + +"Who?" + +Kate’s expression remained grave, but there was something else beneath her calm demeanor—something rare. + +Uncertainty. + +She met Max’s eyes and spoke with measured weight. + +"A group of mysterious people who call themselves… Ascendants." + +Max’s breath hitched. + +A single word. + +But it echoed through his mind like a phantom. + +"Ascendants." + +A whisper from the ruptured sky. + +A name from the depths of his past. + +’The Ascendants… are coming?’ + +For the first time in a long while, a faint flicker of unease surfaced within him. + +He had not expected to hear that name—not like this. + +The first time he had ever heard of them was after his return from the Thorne Family. + +A woman—who met him in the restaurant—had approached him. + +She had handed him a letter. + +An invitation. + +To join their ranks. + +It mentioned a team would contact him. + +At the time, Max had laughed it off. + +Thinking— + +Just another secret organization trying to recruit young talents. + +But then… + +Things changed. + +On the day he left the temple, Five had also warned him. + +"Never join the Ascendants." + +No explanation. + +No details. + +Just that one warning. + +And now— + +Now, the sky had been torn apart. + +A rift of darkness. + +A wound in reality itself. + +And from within that abyss… + +The Ascendants had come. + +Kate’s sharp gaze flickered toward Max, catching the brief moment of shock on his face. + +It was only an instant. + +But it was there. + +And for someone like Kate, that was enough. + +"Do you know them?" + +Her voice was calm, but beneath it, there was suspicion. + +The moment she asked, everyone’s attention shifted. + +The leaders of the great families turned toward Max, their expressions unreadable. + +Even Envoy Lucas, who had remained mostly silent, narrowed his eyes slightly. + +The weight of their gazes pressed down on him, but Max remained composed. + +He exhaled slowly before shifting his focus back to them. + +Then, he nodded. + +A single motion—and the murmurs began. + +"About a month ago," Max started, his voice steady but edged with something unspoken, "a woman came to me with a letter." + +The murmurs stilled. + +His words carried weight—the kind that demanded attention. + +"It was an invitation. She wanted me to join the Ascendants. The letter mentioned that a team would contact me soon… regarding my initiation." + +Silence. + +Not a single person spoke. + +Even Kate’s expression faltered for the first time. + +Max let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. + +"At the time, I thought nothing of it." + +His lips curled, but the smile was humorless. + +"I assumed they were just another group—like the many guilds trying to recruit me." + +A wave of murmurs erupted through the crowd. + +But this time—it wasn’t just surprise. + +It was caution. Wariness. Fear. + +The Ascendants. + +A name few dared to speak aloud. + +A force that existed only in rumors, whispers in the dark. + +Yet here they were—tearing apart the sky itself. + +And they had tried to recruit Max. + +The air grew still. + +Then, Envoy Lucas spoke. + +His voice carried an authority that could not be ignored, his usual relaxed demeanor completely erased, replaced by something cold and absolute. + +"Max, you must never—never—join the Ascendants." + +The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a warning far deeper than mere caution. + +For the first time, the unshakable envoy looked truly grave. + +"Across all of Acaris, the Ascendants are known as a group cloaked in secrecy. No one knows their goals. No one knows if they are allies or enemies." + +His voice lowered slightly, but the tension only thickened. + +"But what we do know—what even the Lower Domain cannot deny—is that they have deep ties with the Nulls." + +The mere mention of that name sent a shudder through many of the gathered warriors and leaders. + +Even those who did not fully understand the depths of that word— + +Nulls. + +A force spoken of only in whispers and ancient records. + +A power so unknown, so unnatural, that even the most powerful factions of the world kept their distance. + +"If they are reaching out to you, Max, it is not for anything good." + +Lucas’s gaze locked onto Max, his expression carrying a warning that transcended words. + +"And I hope they aren’t here for that thing...." + +He added with uncertainty in his tone. + +Max exhaled, his eyes steady. + +"I had no intention of joining them anyway." + +His voice was calm, but his mind wasn’t. + +Something about this situation felt off. + +It wasn’t just a simple recruitment attempt. + +After all who would send such large numbers of people just to recruit someone? + +But before anyone could react— + +Kate’s breath hitched. + +Her eyes widened. + +She turned sharply toward the crack in the sky—the rift of pure darkness still hanging over them. + +And then— + +"They’re here." + +Kate’s voice was low. Almost breathless. + +Max followed her stare— + +And his eyes widened. + +From the endless abyss of darkness, figures began to emerge—hundreds of them, if not more. + +They stepped through the massive tear in the sky, unbothered by the chaotic void around them. + +Human. + +They all looked human. + +Yet—they weren’t. + +Something about them felt off, as though they existed just outside of normal perception. Their very presence warped the air, bending the world around them with an aura that was both indescribable and absolute. + +They hovered before the rupture in reality, their silhouettes stark against the endless black void behind them. + +Their expressions were unreadable. + +Not emotionless, but rather... detached. + +As if they were above everything. + +Each one wore a different color, their robes and garments unique, yet something about them was uniform— + +Undeniable authority. + +An aura of absolute power. + +A presence that made even the Young Monarch’s storm seem distant. + +As the hundreds of Ascendants floated effortlessly in the sky, their presence looming over the area, the leaders of the four great families and the five major guilds did not hesitate. + +They moved. + +Envoy Lucas ascended first, his movements smooth, effortless, yet imposing. His usual calm expression remained, but his posture was firm—one that commanded respect. + +Behind him, the strongest figures of the East Region followed, positioning themselves beside him, forming a wall of power that faced the unknown. + +For a moment, the area became a silent warzone. + +Two forces—one shrouded in mystery, the other carrying the weight of the East’s might—stood before each other, neither making the first move. + +The very sky trembled between them. Experience more tales on freewebnovel + +Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-223.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-223.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9a5732 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-223.md @@ -0,0 +1,324 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 223: Ascension Ceremony" +slug: "ch-223" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 223 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Lucas’s lips curved into a polite smile, his head inclining just slightly. + +His voice, though measured, carried across the area. Experience exclusive tales on freewebnovel𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +"The Lower Domain rarely witnesses an occasion where Ascendants gather in such numbers." + +A pause. + +"What brings such esteemed guests all the way to the East Region?" + +The question hung in the air. + +And then— + +From within the ranks of the Ascendants, one man stepped forward. + +Immediately, the tension shifted. + +Unlike the others, who wore robes of varying colors, this man was different. + +He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, every line and fold pristine. A neatly tied black tie sat at his collar, immaculate. + +His jet-black hair was combed back meticulously, not a single strand out of place. Every inch of him radiated control—a man of order in a world of chaos. + +His movements were deliberate. Calm. Measured. Absolute. + +Even before he spoke, his presence alone demanded attention. + +Then—his voice followed. + +Smooth. Even. Devoid of emotion. + +"I am Cain." + +His sharp black eyes scanned the gathered leaders—observing, calculating, unshaken. + +"Second-in-command of the Ascendants." + +A single introduction, yet it carried a weight that could not be ignored. + +Another pause. + +Then— + +His next words shattered the silence. + +"We have come for the Ascension Ceremony." + +"Ascension Ceremony?!" + +The words rippled through the area like a shockwave. + +The gathered leaders—Envoy Lucas, Kate, Norton, Aurelia, and the others—stiffened, their expressions shifting from shock to grim understanding. + +They knew what this meant. + +And for the first time, the weight of true danger settled in their eyes. + +The Ascension Ceremony was no mere recruitment. + +It was an unspoken law, a sacred ritual among the strongest forces of the Lower Domain—a ritual that no one could refuse. + +A ritual held by the Ascendants. + +Every major power had heard of it. + +Few had ever witnessed one firsthand. + +And now—it was happening here. + +In the Ascension Ceremony, the Ascendants would choose one individual— + +A warrior. + +A genius. + +A potential recruit. + +The chosen would be issued a challenge. + +And they had no say in it. + +They would have to fight. + +Their opponent? A designated warrior from the Ascendants themselves. + +A battle with only two outcomes. + +If the chosen won— + +They had the right to decide whether to accept or decline the invitation to join the Ascendants. + +If the chosen lost— + +They would be taken. + +No negotiations. + +No refusals. + +They would cease to be part of the Lower Domain. + +From that moment on—they belonged to the Ascendants. + +But what made the Ascension Ceremony truly terrifying wasn’t the battle. + +It wasn’t even the stakes. + +It was the absolute rule. + +One could not decline the challenge. + +Refusal meant death. + +There were no exceptions. + +No power, no authority, not even the Monarch himself could interfere once the challenge was issued. + +It was a law older than kingdoms, a ritual beyond mortal control. + +And now, as the weight of Cain’s words settled over them, the area plunged into a suffocating silence. + +Max’s eyes darkened. + +He knew— + +They had come for him. + +The invitation from before. + +And now, their arrival. + +Too many coincidences. + +Too many threads leading back to him. + +Max’s mind raced, piecing together the events, but before he could dwell on it— + +"Ascension Ceremony…" + +Envoy Lucas’s voice cut through the silence. + +His tone was neutral, but there was a knowing edge behind it. + +A small smirk played at his lips, though his eyes were as sharp as ever. + +"I wonder who is lucky enough to be chosen by the Ascendants." + +His words were purposeful. + +But everyone already knew the answer. + +There was only one genius in the East Region who could be considered worthy. + +Only one name that carried enough weight. + +Max. + +All eyes turned toward him—some filled with wariness, others with schadenfreude. + +And then—Cain moved. + +His gaze landed on Max. + +There was no hesitation. + +’Damn it,’ Max cursed internally. ’They really are here for me!’ + +Cain took a step forward. + +His expression remained calm. Unreadable. Absolute. + +"I am here for that boy, Max Morgan." + +The words were spoken without flourish, without theatrics. + +Just a fact. + +A statement of certainty. + +Cain raised a single hand, pointing directly at him. + +"Our plans for Max Morgan were different," he continued, "but after seeing his battles in the Temple, we realized he holds far more value than any other candidate in the Ascension Ceremony." + +Silence. + +The area stood still. + +Some warriors and guild leaders looked at Max solemnly, realizing what this meant. + +Others… smirked, gloating at his misfortune. + +’Max is chosen by the Ascendants…’ + +Aurelia’s thoughts churned as she observed Cain, her golden eyes flickering between Max and the gathered Ascendants. + +’Is it because his strength defies logic?’ + +Or— + +’Is there another reason?’ + +Cain turned to Max, his gaze unwavering, his voice calm and absolute. + +"There are two choices for you." + +His words carried a finality that could not be ignored. + +"Either you willingly join us, the Ascendants…" + +A pause. + +"Or you will participate in the Ascension Ceremony." + +Cain’s tone was neutral, devoid of threat or persuasion. + +Just pure, cold certainty. + +"What’s your choice?" + +Max let out a deep sigh. + +He glanced at Cain, then at the black rift hanging in the sky, before shaking his head. + +"Do I have a third choice of just watching?" + +A few in the crowd nearly choked at his words. + +Cain, however, remained unfazed. + +"No." + +His tone didn’t change, but there was something in his gaze—a flicker of unspoken meaning. + +"You were chosen by the Lord himself. It is in your best interest that you join the Ascendants." + +His voice was even, assured. + +"With the blessings of being an Ascendant, and with the fact that you have been personally chosen by the Lord, your strength will reach a realm that no other genius could ever hope to achieve." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. + +’The Lord?’ + +That name stood out. + +But he didn’t care. + +Strength? Given to him? + +That wasn’t real power. + +Strength that came from an external source was nothing more than a borrowed crutch. + +If it wasn’t earned by his own hands, then it wasn’t his. + +Max exhaled, shaking his head. + +"I see… I understand." + +His tone remained calm, but his eyes sharpened. + +He then met Cain’s gaze directly. + +"But tell me again—what is the goal of this organization?" + +His voice carried a challenging edge. + +"If I’m to join any group, I’d like to know everything about them before making my decision." + +Cain’s response was immediate. + +"You will know everything… once you become an Ascendant." + +That was all he said. + +No elaboration. + +No explanation. + +Just a single, absolute truth. + +Max’s smile faded. + +"So, either I join you people blindly, or I take the Ascension Ceremony challenge, is that it?" + +Cain nodded. + +Max fell silent for a moment. + +His gaze flicked toward Aurelia, toward the leaders of the Phoenix Order guild, but he already knew. + +Even if they wanted to help him, they couldn’t. + +Not against the Ascendants. + +The situation was set in stone. + +If he wanted to maintain his freedom, there was only one path forward. + +Max let out a slow, deliberate breath. + +Then, he locked eyes with Cain and spoke, his voice steady, firm—unwavering. + +"I would like to join the Ascension Ceremony." + +Silence fell. + +The area felt colder. + +The choice had been made. + +And there was no turning back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-224.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-224.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da0fec6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-224.md @@ -0,0 +1,342 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 224 - 24 Hours" +slug: "ch-224" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 224 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1214 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +For the first time, a smile appeared on Cain’s face. + +It was subtle. + +Cold. + +Almost amused. + +"Well chosen." + +Max tensed for a fraction of a second. + +A strange feeling crawled up his spine, his instincts screaming at him—warning him. + +Had he just stepped into a trap? + +’Did I make the wrong choice?’ + +The question echoed in his mind, but it was too late now. + +The decision had been made. + +There was no turning back. + +Cain’s smile remained as he spoke, his voice smooth, calm—absolute. + +"Let me tell you about the Ascension Ceremony." + +His words were deliberate, each one dripping with an inevitability that made Max’s expression darken. + +"You will fight an Ascendant." + +A pause. + +"If you win, you will have the choice to join the Ascendants or decline." + +Cain’s black eyes shimmered slightly as he continued. + +"But if you lose…" + +The air grew heavy. + +"Then you lose your right to choose." + +"And you will have to join the Ascendants—whether you like it or not." + +The rules were simple. + +Brutal. + +Unforgiving. + +Max’s face darkened. + +A ceremony? A recruitment drive? + +No. + +This was forced conscription. + +If he lost, he would lose everything. + +Not just the battle. + +Not just his future. + +His freedom. + +And Max never bowed to chains. + +His fists clenched. + +There was no other option now. + +He had to win. + +Max exhaled slowly, his eyes turned sharp. + +"Alright." His voice was steady, unwavering. "Who is my opponent?" + +Cain nodded approvingly, as if he had expected Max to remain calm despite the weight of the situation. + +He didn’t waste time. + +He simply called out a name. + +"Evan." + +The moment the name was spoken— + +A figure materialized in front of Cain. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. + +His opponent. + +A young man, likely in his early twenties, with piercing green eyes that held an edge of both calculated arrogance and calm control. + +His black hair flowed down to his shoulders, silky and neat. + +His face was pale—unnaturally pale—almost too smooth, too flawless, yet there was a sharpness to him. + +A predator disguised in elegance. + +Evan turned to Cain, his expression unwavering. + +"I won’t disappoint." + +Cain smiled, his tone light. "Just do your best." + +No pressure. No expectations. + +Just a casual command. + +Max observed that small interaction closely. + +There was no sense of hierarchy between them. + +Evan wasn’t looking at Cain like a superior—he was simply following orders as a matter of fact. + +Evan then turned to him, his green eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. + +"Before we begin, let me introduce myself properly." + +His voice was smooth, but there was a faint mockery beneath it. + +"I am Evan McAllen." + +Max met his gaze, nodding slightly. + +"Max Morgan." + +He didn’t add any flair, any excessive words. + +He simply watched. Calculated. Waited. + +’His strength is at the peak of Adept Rank… Something I can handle.’ + +That was what his senses told him. + +Evan’s calm, piercing gaze met Max’s as he spoke, his voice unshaken, confident. + +"Since you will be one of us, I warn you—you are not my match." + +His words weren’t just boastful—they carried absolute certainty. + +"I have seen your battles. Even your strongest attacks don’t hold a candle against me." + +"So, for your own good—just admit defeat and get this over with." + +Max let out a deep sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. + +’Just when I thought he was different…’ + +For a moment, when Evan had introduced himself, Max had thought—maybe—he wasn’t just another arrogant Ascendant. + +But clearly, he had spoken too soon. + +’They always do this.’ + +They always assumed their strength was absolute, that their victory was certain. + +It was a cycle of arrogance that Max had seen far too many times. + +In Battle Realm. + +He didn’t even need to reply. + +His expression alone said it all. + +And Evan noticed. + +His brows furrowed slightly, irritation flickering across his otherwise calm face. + +"You’re not taking me seriously, I see." + +His voice held no anger, only a hint of disapproval. + +Max shrugged. + +"It’s not a question of taking you seriously." + +His eyes locked onto Evan, unblinking, sharp. + +"It’s your arrogance. I just don’t like your attitude." + +A beat of silence. + +Evan’s green eyes darkened slightly. + +Then—he shook his head. + +"Then there is nothing I can do." + +His voice was as composed as ever, but there was an undeniable finality to it. + +He turned away, looking at Cain. + +"Shall we start?" + +Cain was about to nod. + +But before he could— + +"Wait!" + +Max’s voice cut through the air. + +Cain’s head tilted slightly, his black eyes gleaming with mild curiosity. Stay updated via freewebnovel + +Even Evan turned back, his expression unreadable. + +Max smiled, his expression relaxed, but his mind was anything but. + +"I need five hours." + +His voice was calm, yet firm. + +"You can give me a few hours to prepare, right? After all, this battle will decide my life, so I have to prepare accordingly." + +"Therefore, I need five hours before I’ll be ready to fight." + +Cain’s expression didn’t shift. + +Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face as he responded flatly. + +"Five hours won’t change anything." + +His voice was as smooth as ever, completely indifferent. + +But Max didn’t back down. + +His eyes locked onto Cain’s, unblinking. + +"I still want it." + +The air grew heavier. + +Then— + +A new voice cut through the silence. + +"From what I’m aware, one can get 24 hours of time to prepare for the Ascension Ceremony, right?" + +The gathered warriors turned toward the speaker. + +Aurelia. + +Her golden eyes flickered between Max and Cain, unwavering. + +"There is another rule in the Ascension Ceremony," she continued, voice steady. "It allows the chosen participant to have 24 hours of preparation before the battle begins." + +Others hearing her were surprised. + +They didn’t know there existed such a rule. + +Max frowned a bit seeing her but he shrugged it off seeing she was speaking in his favor. + +Cain’s gaze finally shifted. + +He turned toward Aurelia, a slow smile forming on his face. + +Not a mocking smile. + +Not a friendly one. + +Just… acknowledgment. + +"There is indeed such a rule." + +His voice remained light, but his words carried a strange weight. + +"But if no one knows about this rule, or if no one mentions it before the ceremony begins—" + +His black eyes gleamed. + +"Then there is nothing I can do." + +A long pause followed. + +Then— + +He raised his hand. + +And the Ascendants began to move. + +One by one, their figures ascended toward the massive rift above, their bodies vanishing into the abyss of darkness. + +Cain glanced at Max one last time. + +"However, since you have mentioned it—" + +A beat. + +"I will allow Max to have 24 hours of time to prepare." + +Max’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though his mind remained razor-sharp. + +24 hours. + +That was all he had. + +Cain gave one final look, his voice smooth and unshaken. + +"After 24 hours, the Ascension Ceremony will begin. You will fight Evan." + +And with that— + +The last of the Ascendants disappeared into the crack in the sky. + +With Cain. + +As they left, so did the rift itself. + +The fractures across the sky sealed, the air returned to normal. + +It was as if they had never been there. + +But everyone knew better. + +Max exhaled slowly. + +24 hours. + +One day to prepare. + +For others one day wouldn’t mean anything. + +But for him— + +It was a different matter altogether. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-225.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-225.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2955ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-225.md @@ -0,0 +1,298 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 225: Means" +slug: "ch-225" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 225 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max sighed lightly, his eyes lingering on the now-empty sky where the rift had once been. + +The overwhelming presence of the Ascendants was gone, but their shadow still loomed over him. + +24 hours. + +That was all he had. + +Aurelia’s voice broke the silence. + +"You now have 24 hours. Prepare well." + +Max turned to her, his expression softening slightly. + +"Thanks. I really needed some time." + +But then, as the reality of the situation settled deeper in his mind, his expression shifted. + +His gaze turned concerned as he looked at Aurelia. + +"You helped me in front of everyone… won’t the Monarch find out?" + +His voice was low, edged with caution. + +The Young Monarch had already declared that anyone who supported him would be marked as an enemy. + +Yet Aurelia had openly assisted him. + +Aurelia, however, merely shook her head, her golden eyes unreadable. + +"Only for now." + +Her words were cryptic. + +And before Max could press further, she turned away—her body moving in a blur of motion as she descended back to the Phoenix Order group. + +Max watched as she landed gracefully, her expression sharp and focused. + +Then—she spoke. + +Her voice was low, steady. Commanding. + +"Anton, there is something I need you to do…" + +As she began to explain something to him, Max could see the Phoenix Order warriors react subtly—some stiffened, some nodded in agreement. + +A hidden move. A preparation of her own. + +Max’s gaze lingered on Aurelia for a moment. + +Even now, she was planning something. + +Even now, she was thinking ahead. + +And Max knew one thing for certain. + +Whatever it was— + +It wasn’t just for him. + +She had her own reasons. Her own game. + +And as much as he trusted Aurelia—he wasn’t sure if her plans would align with his. + +Though he did wonder what would their relationship be in the future? + +Would the Phoenix Order still stand by him? + +Or would they distance themselves, knowing the wrath of the Monarch was looming over them all? + +Read the latest on freewebnovel + +It didn’t matter. + +Because Max didn’t regret anything. + +Not for a second. + +The Monarch’s geniuses had come with a death sentence. + +They hadn’t come to negotiate. + +They hadn’t come to talk. + +They had come to kill him. + +And Max didn’t like that one bit. + +So he did what had to be done. + +Without hesitation. + +Without mercy. + +And if he was given another chance— + +He would do it again. + +That didn’t mean he didn’t care about them. + +There was one person in the Phoenix Order guild Max cared about anything in this world aside from his family. + +Alice. + +Therefore— + +If there was ever a regret in his heart then it would be that he would never get the chance to be honest with her. + +At least not anytime soon. + +Max shook his head, forcing himself to push the distractions aside. + +’What’s done is done.’ + +There was no point in dwelling on the past. + +Right now, only one thing mattered. + +The Ascension Ceremony. + +The fight against Evan McAllen. + +A battle that would decide his freedom, his future, his very existence. + +Just as Max was pushing aside his thoughts, four figures approached him. + +Kate. + +Envoy Lucas. + +Ralph Thorne. + +Garrison Ashford. + +Max glanced at them, already guessing why they were here. + +"You’re in a very tough situation." + +Envoy Lucas sighed, his tone carrying an unmistakable mix of concern and inevitability. + +Max raised a brow, his expression unbothered. + +"How strong can they be?" + +He crossed his arms, eyes gleaming with confidence. + +"If I put my all into it, I can take down a Seeker Rank Level 1 expert in a direct confrontation." + +Ralph Thorne’s face remained serious. + +"It’s not about strength. It’s about means." + +His words cut through the air, making Max’s eyes narrow. + +"The Ascendants are the most mysterious group of people in all of Acaris." + +"Because of that, people have little to no real information about them. But what we do know—" + +A pause. + +"Is that they are formidable. Very formidable." + +The way Ralph spoke was different. + +There was no exaggeration, no fearmongering. + +Only fact. + +Max’s expression darkened slightly as Ralph continued.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +"It’s said that even the top geniuses from the Lost Continent—ones who have trained under the best resources, the best environments—couldn’t stand against the same-level geniuses from the Ascendants." + +Max’s frown deepened. + +That statement was not to be taken lightly. + +Lost Continent geniuses were the pinnacle of the Lower Domain. + +And yet, they had been crushed by Ascendants of the same level? + +Kate stepped forward, her voice solemn. + +"It’s said that the Ascendants are the only ones who can come and go freely anywhere in Acaris." + +Her eyes locked onto Max’s, making sure he understood the weight of her words. + +"That includes the Middle Domain and the Four God Nations." + +The moment those words left her lips—Max’s expression shifted slightly. + +He had expected them to be strong. + +But this? + +This meant that the Ascendants were not bound by the laws of the world. + +They were beyond the limits of normal factions. + +"That alone," Kate continued, "makes them one of the most dangerous groups of people in all of Acaris." + +A heavy silence settled. + +Max felt a brief shock at Kate’s words. + +He had always known that traversing to the Middle Domain was no easy feat. + +For anyone in the Lower Domain to reach it, they had to cross the Forsaken Wilds—a lawless, untamed land filled with dangers beyond imagination. + +Only the strongest, the luckiest, or the most well-connected could ever reach the Middle Domain. + +Even that was considered a miracle. + +Yet the Ascendants could come and go freely? + +That kind of mobility, that kind of power, was beyond comprehension. + +Max’s brows furrowed as a new thought surfaced. + +"Then what are they doing in the Lower Domain?" + +His voice carried genuine curiosity. + +"Did they just happen to be here when I got famous, or do they have unfinished business in the Lower Domain?" + +Garrison slapped Max’s shoulder, making him stagger slightly. + +"Kid, that’s a stupid question." + +The old warrior’s grip was like iron, forcing Max to tense involuntarily. + +"Nobody knows their intentions. Nobody knows their goals. We’re just as clueless as you are, even after knowing of their existence for decades." + +Max stiffened at the impact, gritting his teeth. + +’Damn, this old man doesn’t know how to hold back.’ + +But he didn’t argue. + +Because Garrison was right. + +No one knew what the Ascendants truly wanted. + +And that was what made them terrifying. + +Before Max could respond, Envoy Lucas spoke again. + +His tone sharpened slightly, carrying an undeniable warning. + +"Alright. Let’s talk inside. There are too many eyes on you right now." + +Max glanced around. + +Dozens of hidden gazes locked onto him—some filled with curiosity, some with envy, some with unmasked greed. + +"Let’s go." + +Envoy Lucas turned, walking toward the villa’s entrance. + +Max followed without hesitation. + +And behind them— + +The leaders of the five guilds and the four great families walked in unison, sealing the entrance behind them. + +Because what was about to be discussed— + +Was not meant for the ears of the public. + +*** + +Inside the grand villa, a large room with a round table awaited them. + +A table reserved only for the highest powers of the East. + +Seated around it were the leaders of the top five guilds and the four super families—their expressions grim and solemn. + +The air was thick with tension. + +This was no ordinary meeting. + +This was a council of power, gathered not for their usual discussions on territorial disputes, trade agreements, or diplomacy with the Lost Continent. + +This was about the Ascendants. + +And at the center of it all— + +Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-226.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-226.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..87826d4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-226.md @@ -0,0 +1,338 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 226: Secret of Ascendants" +slug: "ch-226" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 226 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1310 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max sat at one of the chairs, his eyes calm, but filled with curiosity as he studied Envoy Lucas. + +Lucas’s expression was serious, his presence commanding as he broke the silence. + +"As you all know, this round table exists to discuss the relations between the East Region, the other territories, and the Lost Continent." + +His words were measured, steady. + +"But for now—" + +His gaze hardened slightly. + +"We have more pressing matters at hand." + +He turned toward Max. + +A single word left his lips. + +"Ascendants." + +The mention of that name made several leaders shift slightly in their seats. + +Even among the most powerful figures in the East, the presence of the Ascendants was something deeply unsettling. + +"They mostly do not show up in the Lower Domain." + +Lucas’s sharp gaze scanned the room before settling back on Max. + +"But now that they are here… we can’t assume it’s just for you." + +A beat. + +"That reason is too far-fetched." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly. + +What did he mean? + +If they weren’t only here for him, then… what else could they possibly want? + +Lucas exhaled, his gaze moving back toward the assembled leaders. + +"We will discuss this matter quickly, but first—" + +His attention locked onto Max again. + +His voice dropped slightly, carrying a warning tone. + +"Let me warn this little friend first." + +The room fell into silence. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. + +Kate frowned, her posture stiffening. + +Her sharp eyes narrowed at Lucas, her voice carrying a hint of disapproval. + +"Are you really about to tell him that?" + +Her tone was laced with concern—no, something more. + +"Aren’t we supposed to keep that information private?" + +Before Lucas could respond, Aurelia scoffed lightly, leaning back in her chair. + +Her golden eyes gleamed with cold amusement. + +"After Veylin’s performance in the temple? Please." + +Her tone was casual, but the words hit the room like a shockwave. + +The tension thickened immediately. + +"Everyone in Valora Continent saw it. They’re already suspicious." + +Her gaze flickered toward Kate, challenging. + +"They saw how he transformed into a literal Null. A Vesper." + +The moment she said those words— + +The entire round table stiffened. + +The leaders, even those who had remained silent, had a shadow of unease in their eyes. + +Meanwhile— + +Max’s mind reeled. + +Veylin. + +His transformation. + +The term Null. + +And now—Vesper? + +Too much information at once. + +Too many connections forming at once. + +His body moved before he even realized it, standing up abruptly. + +His voice was sharp, demanding—shocked. + +Continue reading at freewebnovel + +"Wait a minute—what does Veylin have to do with any of this?!" + +His breath hitched slightly as his mind pieced together the implications. + +"And more importantly—do you know why he turned into a Null?" + +His eyes swept across the gathered leaders, searching for answers. + +He had fought Veylin. + +He had felt the unreal power radiating from him. + +That wasn’t normal. + +That wasn’t human. + +--- + +Envoy Lucas exhaled, his gaze heavy as he finally answered. + +"We aren’t sure of everything, but…" + +A pause. + +Then he continued, his voice low, steady, serious. + +"We received a message." + +The air in the room turned ice-cold. + +Max’s hands tightened at his sides. + +Lucas’s expression didn’t shift, but his next words sent a ripple of shock through the room. + +"The message came from the Middle Domain. + +"It said that the Ascendants… can transform into Nulls." + +Silence. + +Complete, utter silence. + +Lucas’s voice grew even graver. + +"Just like how Veylin transformed." + +Max’s mind went blank. + +That… wasn’t possible. + +That couldn’t be possible. + +And yet—it was. + +Lucas sighed, rubbing his temple before continuing. + +"But since communication between Domains is nearly impossible right now, we haven’t received any further information." + +His eyes flickered toward Max, dead serious. + +"So we don’t know if it’s completely true or not." + +Max’s fists clenched. + +But then Lucas spoke again—and this time, the weight of his words pressed down on everyone in the room. + +"But if it is true…" + +His voice dropped to a near whisper. + +"Then a human transforming into a Null is a very serious matter." + +"Because we might not know who among us… is a Null in disguise." + +Max froze. + +His chest tightened, his thoughts spiraling. + +If the Ascendants could become Nulls… + +If they had the ability to shed their humanity, to turn into something beyond human comprehension… + +Then… + +What about the war? + +The war that happened 10,000 years ago? + +The Nulls that had attacked humanity—were they always monsters? + +Or were they once human? + +His eyes widened in shock. + +This changed everything. + +Max’s mind raced. + +His eyes flickered as a thought struck him, urgent and immediate. + +He closed his eyes, focusing inward—towards the Dimension of Spirit, where a familiar presence usually resided. + +’Hey, Blob! Did you hear this?’ + +He waited. + +No response. + +His brows furrowed in concern. + +’Blob? Are you there?’ + +Silence. + +No reply came. + +He frowned seeing this. + +’What happened to this guy?’ + +Blob should be able to hear him. + +His connection with Blob was related to the Dimension of Spirits.. + +But now—nothing. + +It was as if Blob had completely disappeared.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Max’s thoughts whirled with confusion, but before he could dig deeper— + +Envoy Lucas’s voice snapped him back to reality. + +His tone was grave, filled with unmistakable urgency. + +"Therefore, Max," he said, locking eyes with Max, making sure his words were heard and understood, "you better be prepared." + +A heavy pause. + +"Because there is a 100% chance Evan will undergo a Null transformation against you—just like Veylin did." + +The moment those words left Lucas’s mouth— + +Max’s expression turned deadly serious. + +He had faced Veylin after his Null transformation. + +The result? + +Utter defeat. + +He was outmatched in every way—strength, speed, regeneration, power. + +’That raw strength… that blinding speed… and worst of all, that monstrous healing factor…’ + +Max’s jaw tightened, grimacing at the memory. + +But none of those things was what truly filled him with dread. + +It was something far worse. + +The moment Veylin had grabbed hold of him— + +And started draining his soul directly from his body. + +A shiver ran down Max’s spine at the mere thought of it. + +He had never faced anything like that. + +No one had ever managed to rip the soul directly from a physical body. + +It was impossible. + +Or at least—it should have been. + +But Nulls could do it. + +And according to Blob—Nulls could do even worse than that. + +They could devour not only souls, but bodies, energy—everything. + +A pit of unease formed in Max’s stomach. + +He couldn’t face Evan unprepared. + +He turned back to the leaders seated at the round table, his eyes filled with urgency. + +"Last time I fought Veylin," Max began, voice serious and heavy, "he started devouring my soul force directly from my body. I’ve heard Nulls can do even more than that." + +A pause. + +His eyes scanned the room, searching for answers, desperation creeping into his voice. + +"Is there any way to stop them from doing that?" + +The room fell dead silent. + +Every leader looked at each other, their expressions darkening. + +They had no easy answer—because what Max had described was something even they feared. + +Finally, after a long silence, Envoy Lucas spoke, his voice grave, but calm and deliberate. + +"There is no foolproof way. But those who have reached the Seeker Rank can form a layer of Vital Essence around their body called a Vital Shell. It’s capable of protecting against such devouring abilities. Unfortunately, it’s useless for you." + +He shook his head, pity clear in his eyes. + +"You’re still only at the Apprentice Rank. Without reaching Seeker Rank, you can’t form a Vital Shell. It’s beyond your current capabilities." + +Max’s expression darkened, frustration creeping into his heart. + +But just as he felt that weight pulling him down— + +A voice cut through the gloom, sharp yet oddly eerie. + +"I have a way." + +Max turned, catching sight of the leader of the Black Lotus Guild, who was chuckling lightly, eyes gleaming with dark light. + +"Others don’t have a way, but that doesn’t mean I don’t." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-227.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-227.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b75b5ce --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-227.md @@ -0,0 +1,206 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 227: Void Cloak" +slug: "ch-227" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 227 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1361 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max turned to the leader of the Black Lotus Guild, the only masked figure in the room. + +His heart, or rather, his bloodline, resonated with this man in a way he couldn’t explain. + +An instinct told him he could trust him more than anyone else present. + +But Max knew better. + +Trust couldn’t be based solely on instinct—not even blood. + +Still, his curiosity got the better of him. + +"What is it?" he asked cautiously. + +The masked leader chuckled softly, the sound muffled behind his mask, but somehow reassuring. + +"It’s your black flames," he replied calmly. "They hold countless hidden abilities. So far, you’ve only touched the surface." + +Reaching into his robes, he produced a skill scroll, sliding it carefully across the round table toward Max. + +Max picked it up, his eyes falling on the words etched on its surface— + +[Void Cloak]. + +"This is an Inheritance Skill of my guild," the masked man continued, voice steady yet brimming with confidence. "It can only be fully mastered by those who possess black flames. Others—no matter how hard they try—can never take it beyond level two." + +He paused, and Max felt the weight of his words. + +"With your black flames, you should be able to master it to a significant level before your battle," he added. + +Max felt a spark of hope ignite inside him. + +But the masked man wasn’t finished. "This skill is basic within my guild, yet it is one of the most useful," he explained quietly. "With Void Cloak, you don’t need to fear the innate abilities of the Nulls." + +He added. "This skill is the most basic skill of my guild but also the most useful. With this skill, you don’t have to worry about the innate abilities of the Nulls." + +Max carefully took the skill scroll, his grip firm yet respectful. + +He raised his eyes toward the masked leader, sincerity clear in his gaze. + +"I am very grateful for this." + +His words carried genuine emotion. + +The memory of his battle with Veylin still haunted him— + +The terrifying sensation of his soul being drained, leaving him utterly helpless. + +If not for his desperate final technique, he might have suffered heavily that day. + +The masked leader only shrugged lightly, saying nothing more. + +But his silence held an unspoken understanding. + +The other leaders at the table frowned deeply, their eyes flickering with suspicion. + +They were no fools; seeing Max wield black flames had already made them suspicious, but witnessing this open exchange only confirmed their thoughts: + +Max’s relationship with the Black Lotus Guild was deeper—and perhaps more dangerous—than they had ever imagined. + +And now, they wondered: + +Just how deep did this connection run? + +Max didn’t notice the suspicious gazes or the quiet murmurs. + +His full attention was locked on the skill scroll in his hand, determination burning in his eyes. + +"I need to train this skill," he said, glancing up at Envoy Lucas. "Sir Envoy, would you happen to have a place where I can train silently?" + +Envoy Lucas smiled knowingly. "I do, actually." + +He raised his voice slightly, calling out, "Raymond." + +A middle-aged man swiftly appeared. + +It was the same man who had greeted the Phoenix Order Guild upon their arrival at the Villa. + +His demeanor was calm and efficient. + +"Lead Max to a quiet room. He needs to train," Envoy Lucas instructed. + +Raymond nodded respectfully, turning to Max. "Follow me." + +Max nodded but paused before following. He looked back at Envoy Lucas, his eyes earnest. "I am very grateful for all your help." + +Lucas gave him a small nod, warm and encouraging. + +Without another word, Max followed Raymond, leaving the round table and disappearing from the sight of the gathered leaders. + +Envoy Lucas turned his attention back to the remaining leaders. His expression shifted to one of seriousness and authority. + +"Alright, now let’s talk about this year…" + +*** + +Raymond led Max to a small, empty room with only a simple bed inside. + +It wasn’t luxurious, but Max liked its simplicity. + +It felt like a space where he could truly focus. + +"If you need anything, just shout my name. I’ll be nearby," Raymond said before leaving. + +Max watched the door close before hopping onto the bed, lying down, his body finally easing slightly. + +He exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. + +’Blob, do you hear me?’ + +There was a moment of silence. + +Then— + +"I can hear you loud and clear." + +Max’s lips curled into a slight smile of relief. + +’Do you think those leaders could feel your presence earlier?’ Max asked carefully. + +"I don’t know," the Blob replied, its tone serious. "But it’s better to be cautious. I don’t want to bring a calamity upon us both." + +Max nodded in understanding. + +The Blob’s voice turned solemn as it continued. + +"About the Ascendants… I don’t know anything about them. My master either never encountered them, or perhaps they didn’t exist ten thousand years ago." + +Max listened carefully, his expression grave. + +"But knowing that the Ascendants can transform into Nulls, just like Veylin did… It shocked even me," the Blob admitted. "I can’t imagine all those Nulls that attacked Acaris ten thousand years ago actually being humans. If they were…" + +The Blob’s tone darkened. + +"Then there is a massive conspiracy going on. Something even bigger than the war itself." + +Its voice lowered, carrying urgency. "Max, you need to find out everything you can about the Nulls. Especially their history." + +Max nodded solemnly. "I will, after I deal with this problem in front of me." + +Stay connected with freewebnovel + +The Blob grew even more serious. "This battle will be difficult for you. You struggled against Veylin, who seemed like he had transformed into a Null for the first time." + +Max’s jaw tightened at the memory. + +"Now, you’re going to fight a warrior from a group of mysterious individuals who can transform into Nulls at will," the Blob warned. "If this is true, they’ll have experience controlling their Null forms. They won’t be like Veylin, who relied only on raw strength." + +The Blob’s voice became grave. + +"They might use actual skills and techniques in their Null forms. You must be prepared." + +Max clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. + +"I will be," he vowed. "This time, I won’t be caught off guard." + +"Also," the Blob suddenly continued, its voice shifting to a more reassuring tone, "you don’t have to worry about your soul and body getting devoured by the Nulls—at least not from that Evan kid if he transforms into one." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly, his expression shifting from worry to confusion. + +"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning. + +The Blob explained patiently. + +"Although Nulls can devour the body, soul, and energy of living beings directly, there’s a critical limitation to their abilities." + +Max’s ears perked up, and he listened intently. + +"If your soul force surpasses that of the Null attempting to devour it, they simply won’t be able to," the Blob said confidently. "It’s the same with your body. If your vital essence—or in your case, the defensive strength of your body—is significantly higher than that of the Null, they won’t be able to devour it, either." + +Max’s mind began racing, absorbing the new information. + +"Nulls need to devour beings whose soul, energy, or physical strength is at a similar level to theirs or weaker," the Blob continued. "If their target is significantly stronger, their ability to devour becomes useless." + +Max’s expression brightened. + +This information was invaluable. + +"So," Max murmured thoughtfully, "as long as my soul force or physical body surpasses Evan’s Null form by a large margin…" + +"Exactly," the Blob replied. "You’ll be immune to that specific danger." + +Max couldn’t help but grin, the blob’s words igniting fresh hope within him. + +His soul force had recently undergone a tremendous surge, surpassing all his other attributes. + +It was now undeniably his strongest asset. + +"It should be higher than even those at the peak of the Adept Rank," Max thought, eyes gleaming with anticipation. + +And the same confidence extended to his physical body. + +With 300 Dragon Scales protecting him, he doubted any attack below the peak Seeker Rank could harm him. + +It was only a theory, but he felt unshakable trust in his Dragon Scales’ toughness. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-228.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-228.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..801f514 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-228.md @@ -0,0 +1,268 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 228: Gears" +slug: "ch-228" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 228 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +’Alright, I’ll be training for a bit,’ Max said to Blob as he entered his Dimension of Time. + +A gentle hum enveloped him as the familiar white world unfolded, vast and boundless. + +Everything here was pristine, untouched, silent. + +Relaxation washed over him, melting away the tension he felt from the outside world. + +Max took a deep breath, steadying his mind. + +He had three things he wanted to train specifically before his decisive battle with Evan. + +Two were techniques. + +The third was the mysterious Void Cloak skill from the Black Lotus guild, still a complete unknown to him. + +The Ten Hands of Lightning God was the first technique he intended to perfect. + +The second was the profound Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique, a sword art that demanded absolute precision and finesse. + +Max believed deeply that if his mastery over these two reached a satisfactory level— + +He could confront Evan confidently, even if he transformed into a Null. + +Without wasting another moment, Max reached into his spatial space and retrieved the worn manual of the Ten Hands of Lightning God. + +Its cover was smooth, cold to the touch, bearing an ancient symbol that shimmered faintly, almost alive. + +He had read through this technique several times already. Discover more stories at freewebnovel + +Yet, once more, he carefully flipped through its pages, allowing each intricate detail to settle deeply into his mind. + +His eyes narrowed, intense focus sharpening his features. + +Finally, he closed the book gently, a faint crackle of electricity dancing between his fingers. + +The air around him began to stir softly, rippling with hints of restrained lightning energy. + +’One would need a high-level Concept of Lightning to bring out its true power,’ Max mused thoughtfully, feeling the electric currents run beneath his skin. + +Ten Hands of Lightning God was simple yet incredibly powerful—a Legendary Rank technique. + +But to achieve full mastery, to reach the Perfection level of this technique— + +One would likely need an exceptionally high level of comprehension in the Concept of Lightning. + +And that, sadly, was impossible in the Lower Domain. + +Max had already practiced the Ten Hands of Lightning God back in the temple. + +But with just three hours, shared alongside Momentum Sword, his progress had been limited. + +Now, however, he had time. + +Time to dedicate himself fully. + +Time to master this technique completely. + +"There are ten moves," Max muttered softly, eyes narrowing with determination. + +"Heaven’s Thunder Palm, Lightning Shadow Clone, Storm Conductor Fingers, Thunderclap Dragon Fist, Lightning Blast, Lightning Devour, Sky Piercer Spear Hand, Tempest Cage Grip, Titan’s Thunder Smash, and Lightning God’s Descent." + +He recited each move slowly, deliberately. Each name resonated with raw power. + +"All of them are basic moves," Max mused aloud. "But that’s exactly what makes them special. A direct and pure application of lightning’s destructive force—simple yet incredibly effective." + +Though these moves were basic at their core, something else accompanied them. + +Something deeper. + +Something more profound. + +Gears. + +The Ten Hands of Lightning God contained ten gears in total. + +Each gear exponentially increased the destructive power of lightning, amplifying its intensity and ferocity. + +Max recalled vividly how, during his clash with Veylin in the temple— + +When Veylin had transformed into a Null— + +He had managed to reach the 2nd gear, manifesting two blazing lightning rings that encircled him. + +Yet, to reach the technique’s final form—the 10th gear— + +One needed profound comprehension in the Concept of Lightning. + +For Max, that remained a distant goal. + +But not impossible. + +"Let’s train these basic moves to perfection," Max muttered softly. + +He closed his eyes, steadying his breath. + +Lightning crackled gently around his body. + +One by one, he began practicing the Ten Hands of Lightning God. + +Simple moves. Fundamental techniques. + +But he knew their true power lay in mastery. + +Once. Twice. A hundred times. + +Not enough. + +He repeated them thousands of times. + +His body ached. + +Sweat flowed freely, sizzling in the electric currents around him. + +But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. + +Again. And again. And again. + +Every movement became smoother. + +Faster. + +Sharper. + +Yet Max sensed it still wasn’t enough. + +"Again," he whispered, pushing himself further. + +Tens of thousands of repetitions passed. + +His hands blurred with speed, each strike crackling with intensity. + +Yet, amidst this ceaseless repetition, something changed. + +A faint realization tugged at his mind. + +His understanding of lightning deepened subtly. + +’This is good.’ + +Max smiled as he practiced with even more intensity. + +His movements began resonating differently, like chords of pure energy. + +He could feel his Lightning Aura, stagnant at the peak of level 2, beginning to stir. + +Max’s eyes glinted fiercely. + +He’d found the path. + +Not by chasing complexity— + +But by mastering simplicity. + +"More," he growled, feeling closer than ever. + +He resumed training. + +More relentless. More driven. + +Every fiber of his being focused solely on those ten simple moves. + +Hundreds of thousands of repetitions. + +Endless, almost maddening. + +Yet he pressed on tirelessly. + +His mind emptied. + +All thoughts vanished. + +Only lightning remained. + +Suddenly— + +His body froze. + +A spark ignited deep within him, illuminating his consciousness. + +A moment of enlightenment descended like a flash of lightning itself. + +Max’s aura trembled, expanding outward violently. + +Breaking past the limits. + +Shattering barriers. + +It surged beyond level 2, exploding into a new stage. + +Level 3. + +The lightning wasn’t just around him—it coursed within him, through him. + +He was like a part of lightning itself. + +Max opened his eyes, now crackling with an unstoppable, electric brilliance. + +A faint smile crossed his lips. + +Finally, he’d broken through. + +"Level 3," he breathed out. "Perfect." + +"So that’s the benefit of practicing a Legendary Rank technique," Max muttered, eyes gleaming with excitement. + +Carefully, he put away the Ten Hands of Lightning God. + +And took out another manual—Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique. + +"If the previous technique was based on simplicity," Max murmured, flipping through the pages, "then this one is the peak of complexity." + +The manual was dense. Intricate diagrams filled the pages, each stroke of the sword technique described with layers of profound detail. + +"The first move is Wheel of Samsara, which I’ve already mastered," he mused, tracing the diagrams with his finger. Then he turned the page, eyes locking onto the second move. + +"Point Break Sword..." Max read aloud, voice trailing off as his brows knitted together. + +It was a technique that concentrated all of the sword’s sharpness, its cutting power, into a single point—the very tip of the blade. + +The manual described it as creating a terrifyingly sharp point, capable of piercing through anything—even stirring up storms of sword energy upon impact. + +Yet, there was a catch. + +A major one. + +Once executed, all other edges of the sword would become temporarily dull. + +The sharpness on both sides of the blade would vanish entirely, drained and gathered at the sword’s tip alone. + +Max frowned deeper. + +This was a double-edged move. + +Incredible piercing power—at the cost of flexibility and risk of vulnerability. + +"A risky move," Max whispered softly, "but incredibly powerful." + +He imagined it, visualizing that single point of overwhelming sharpness, filled with immense, explosive energy. + +If timed correctly— + +If aimed accurately— + +This move could be devastating, an unstoppable thrust capable of turning the tide of battle. + +Max’s grip on the manual tightened. + +He would master this move. + +He knew its risks. + +But its potential was too great to ignore. + +However, before he moved on to train that technique— + +Max took out the Void Cloak skill scroll. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-229.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-229.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f631087 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-229.md @@ -0,0 +1,258 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 229: A Shocking News" +slug: "ch-229" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 229 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1218 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +’I should master this skill to a high level before learning the Point Break Sword,’ Max mused, carefully studying the skill. + +He closed his eyes, letting the skill’s essence settle deeply into his mind. + +Dark, mist-like energy rose around him as he began practicing Void Cloak repeatedly. + +Each repetition refined his understanding, making the skill smoother, stronger, and more natural. + +Time flowed differently here, slow and deliberate. + +Minutes became hours. + +Hours turned into days. + +Days stretched into years. + +Max’s mastery over Void Cloak grew steadily, relentlessly. + +He trained without pause, pushing himself further, deeper, and closer to perfection taking its level higher and higher. + +It wasn’t until eight years had passed that Max finally stopped. + +At this point, his Void Cloak skill had reached Level 90. + +A nearly impossible feat, yet he’d done it with surprising ease. + +’It’s amazing how quickly I increased the level of Void Cloak,’ Max mused, recalling what the Black Lotus guild leader had said— + +That his black flames would allow him to master it to an extraordinary level. + +And he wasn’t wrong. + +Not even slightly. + +A faint smile crossed Max’s lips. Confidence surged through him. + +’Hehe, good. Now it’s time to train the Point Break Sword.’ + +He drew his sword, its blade gleaming sharply in the white expanse around him. + +Without hesitation, he began to train. + +Time flowed on. + +Slowly, steadily— + +Almost 23 years passed in the Dimension of Time. + +Finally, Max opened his eyes. + +They held a calm, profound depth. + +Power emanated subtly from his every breath. + +He stepped out of the dimension, returning to the world he’d left behind. + +Now, he was ready. + +"Knock! Knock!" + +Just at that moment, a knock sounded on his door. + +Max knew— + +It was time for the battle. + +"Coming," he called out calmly. + +He walked over and opened the door, revealing Raymond standing outside. + +"Elder Lucas is calling you," Raymond said. + +But his expression quickly turned into a frown as he sensed no increase in Max’s strength. + +He had expected Max to use some treasures, at least pushing himself to the peak of Apprentice Rank. + +Yet here he stood, still a mere level 7 Apprentice Rank. + +Max caught the hint of disappointment in Raymond’s eyes. + +He understood the older man’s concern, but he had his reasons. + +It wasn’t as if he didn’t think about increasing his level to 10. + +In fact, he could’ve done so effortlessly using the treasures he’d stolen from the temple. + +But he had chosen not to. + +Truth was, Max had leveled up far too quickly in the Apprentice Rank, rocketing from level 1 straight to level 7. + +And the rapid jump from level 4 to 7 using treasures left him uneasy. + +He felt wary of pushing it further— + +Of growing too reliant on external resources. + +Max wanted to reach levels 8 and 9 naturally. + +Then, and only then, would he use treasures to leap straight into level 10 and break through into Adept Rank. + +But— + +For now, he’d take things slow. + +He’d stabilize his foundation first. + +No rush. + +He trusted his own pace more than anything. + +"Follow me. I’ll take you outside. Everyone is waiting," Raymond said calmly, turning around and leading Max through the winding corridors of the villa. + +Max nodded and followed quietly, thoughts heavy on his mind. + +Soon, they stepped outside. + +Max froze for a moment, eyes widening slightly. + +Hundreds of thousands of people had gathered at the villa’s boundary. + +The crowd was like a dense ocean, stretching as far as he could see. + +Cheers, murmurs, and whispers mixed into a deafening buzz. + +Above, countless camera drones buzzed around like insects, filling the sky with tiny black dots, capturing every angle, every moment. + +"Damn," Max muttered under his breath. "Seems like the entire East Region decided to show up." + +He’d almost forgotten his newfound popularity while training quietly in that timeless white world. + +Now reality hit him full force. + +All eyes were on him. + +But Max soon noticed something strange. + +Despite the overwhelming crowd and countless drones, none of them could get close. + +They hovered just beyond an invisible barrier, restrained by some unseen force. + +"Max, you’re here." + +Envoy Lucas approached with a warm smile on his face. + +Max nodded, keeping his composure. "How much time do I have left?" + +"Around six hours," Envoy Lucas answered calmly. + +Max nodded again, mind already preparing. + +"Are you confident?" Aurelia asked abruptly, stepping forward. + +Her golden eyes pierced into him, searching for something deeper. + +Max shrugged slightly, honest. "I don’t know." + +It was the truth. + +He had no idea how strong Evan would be in his Null transformation. + +The memory of Veylin’s overwhelming power still haunted him. + +That brutal beating was etched deeply in his mind. + +He wasn’t sure how this battle would unfold. + +Not at all. + +But one thing he knew for certain— + +He would fight with everything he had. + +No holding back. + +No regrets. + +"Hehe, don’t think too much." + +Ralph suddenly appeared, his deep voice warm and reassuring. + +"Just do your best. If you lose, I’ll do everything in my power to get you out of here—to someplace safe." + +Max nodded gratefully. "Uncle Ralph, thank you. I really appreciate it." + +He had no doubts. + +The Thorne family were true allies, just as his sister had mentioned. + +Their friendship was a real bond—unbreakable, genuine. + +"I have news," came a sharp voice. + +Kate flew down from the sky, landing gracefully before them. + +Her face was grave, eyes serious. + +"I just received word," she said, her tone solemn. "The Ascendants once approached Monarch for an Ascension Ceremony—just like Max’s—for Veylin. However, the Young Monarch didn’t let things escalate and instead forced Veylin to be a part of Ascendants." + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. "You mean Veylin’s Null transformation was given to him by the Ascendants? They can actually do that? Give humans the power of Nulls—the power to transform into Nulls?" + +Disbelief surged through him. + +And he wasn’t alone. + +Shock rippled across the faces of all the leaders present. + +No one had believed this possible. + +Granting humans the power of Nulls was like bargaining with the devil himself. + +The implications were terrifying. + +"This is bad—very bad," Envoy Lucas muttered, his expression darkening. "The Ascendants are targeting top geniuses, forcing them to join their ranks. Their choice of Max wasn’t because of fame, but simply because he’s strong enough to enter their radar." + +He paused, frowning deeper. + +"But what puzzles me is why they’re acting now. They’ve been silent all these years. Why they suddenly started recruiting geniuses? What’s changed?" + +His voice was heavy with concern. + +As if to answer his question, the sky slowly began to rip apart. + +A thin, jagged line stretched across the heavens, glowing with an eerie light. + +The world seemed to hold its breath. + +Then, with a shudder that rattled the air itself, the crack widened. + +A rift in reality. + +Beyond the breach lay a darkness that defied comprehension—a void deeper than night, more suffocating than the deepest ocean. + +"They are here." Aurelia looked at the sky her expression dark. + +Soon, from within the dark abyss, figures began to emerge. + +One, two, three… their forms slithered out of the void like shadows given life. + +Then, all at once, they surged forth. + +Dozens. Hundreds. + +They were here once again. + +The Ascendants had come. + +For Max. Explore more stories with freewebnovel \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-23.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-23.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ad080ca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-23.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 23: Two Level 8 Monsters?" +slug: "ch-23" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 23 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1026 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max dashed forward through the charred forest, leaving behind a trail of hot wind. + +Along the way, he encountered many lava wolves and lava birds, but he killed them all. He also met several people like him, complaining and searching for mana crystals all over the place, unable to find a single one. + +Frustrated, they eventually left the charred forest region. Beyond the forest lay a barren land. There were no trees or even charred remnants of trees, only the black surface of the earth stretching endlessly. In the distance, a volcano bubbled with lava. + +Max observed the scene from the edge of the forest but didn't leave, for the wolf's roar had come from deeper within. "I should be close," he muttered, moving ahead cautiously with his Three Dimensional Body skill active. + +After half an hour of searching, he finally spotted the level 8 wolf, but the situation was more serious than he could have imagined.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Max moved silently, climbing a tree nearby to observe the situation. + +He saw a level 8 wolf leading a pack of several level 7 wolves and countless level 6 wolves, all of them lava wolves with flames surrounding their bodies. The wolves were facing off against a lava serpent standing before a cave. + +The lava serpent appeared quite tall. + +"It's almost ten feet, and it's thick," Max noted silently. + +From what he could tell, the level 8 wolf had led its pack into a battle with the lava serpent, though he couldn't discern the reason for their conflict. + +'That cave...' Max observed the cave behind the lava serpent and understood that it had something to do with the standoff. + +The lava serpent stood defensively, as if protecting something within the cave. + +'The lava serpent is at level 9,' Max frowned at the serpent's strength. 'It's protecting something in that cave, and the level 8 wolf started this fight because of it.' + +However, the battle hadn't started yet. The two parties were still glaring at each other, or more precisely, they were speaking in their own language, which Max couldn't understand. + +'I should wait for them to finish fighting, then I'll reap the benefits,' Max planned, settling in to observe. + +At that moment, Max noticed something through his Three Dimensional Body skill that shocked him to his core. He saw two young women approaching the cave's edge from deep inside. + +'Damn, they're the two girls from before, the ones with the flying eagle,' Max froze. He couldn't believe that these two had managed to enter the lava serpent's lair in the midst of all the chaos. How had the wolves not noticed? How had the lava serpent not seen intruders? + +Max couldn't understand how the two girls had managed to get inside the cave, but from the looks of it, they weren't leaving anytime soon. + +Though he couldn't see the entire cave from his Three Dimensional Body skill, since he was positioned far away, he could still clearly see the entrance. He saw the girls waiting there, but they weren't trying to leave. + +'They must have used some secret method to enter, but it's a one-way ticket,' Max guessed. However, what he couldn't understand was why they had risked entering the cave, knowing they couldn't leave safely without facing the pack of level 6 and 7 wolves led by a level 8 wolf and a level 9 lava serpent. + +'Huh?' Max silently exclaimed as he saw the girls venture deeper into the cave. + +'Wait a minute... why are they going back inside when they just came from deeper within?' He frowned, confused by their actions. + +Max paused to think. 'Could it be that they just entered the cave now and are heading deeper for the first time?' + +He considered this possibility and felt it was most likely the case. 'But this would only be possible if they had something that made them invisible, since neither I nor the monsters noticed them when they reached the entrance.' + +Max believed his assumption was correct, but the thing that still bothered him was whether his Three Dimensional Body skill was unable to detect something invisible, or if the two girls had come from the opposite end of the cave, where he couldn't see them, and that was why he only noticed them once they were inside, within the range of his skill. + +'Since my Three Dimensional Body skill is space-related, it shouldn't matter if someone is visible or not. I should be able to see them if they're physically present around me,' Max mused, though he wasn't entirely sure. + +'Let's wait and see how this all unfolds,' Max thought, continuing to observe. + +--- + +The level 8 wolf continued to growl at the level 9 lava serpent, which responded by hissing back. + +The growling and hissing had been going on for several minutes. + +'Damn, they should start fighting already,' Max thought impatiently. 'Should I go and kill them all?' The thought crossed his mind, but he quickly shook it off. He wanted to know if the battle was truly about the cave or if there was something else at stake. + +"HISS!" + +"ROOAAAARR!" + +Suddenly, both the level 8 wolf and the level 9 lava serpent roared and hissed loudly, turning toward the cave entrance. + +They immediately charged toward the cave in a berserk frenzy. + +"What happened?" Max was shocked to see them suddenly go berserk. + +'They're moving toward the cave... could it be?' Max frowned, his mind racing as he pointed toward the cave entrance with his index finger and fired a concentrated magic bullet. + +A blue beam of light shot from his finger, reaching the cave entrance just ahead of the level 8 wolf and the level 9 lava serpent. + +Bang! + +The bullet slammed into the top of the cave entrance with a thunderous crack, causing a violent collapse. Massive chunks of rock tumbled down, crashing into each other with deafening roars. Dust billowed out in thick clouds, completely sealing off the entrance and leaving behind an impenetrable wall of jagged stone. + +Both the level 8 wolf and the level 9 lava serpent came to an abrupt stop and turned their heads toward Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-230.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-230.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e43cdf0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-230.md @@ -0,0 +1,268 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 230: Max’s Growing Strength" +slug: "ch-230" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 230 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1310 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s gaze swept over the hundreds of figures emerging from the crack in the void. + +Dark silhouettes. Unfamiliar faces. + +But his eyes locked onto two figures. + +Cain. + +And Evan. + +Evan smirked, his voice laced with mockery. "I hope you’re ready this time," he said, eyes gleaming with confidence. "Because this time, you have to fight me—even if you’re scared like a little chicken." + +Max simply shrugged. + +His body lifted effortlessly into the air, rising to meet Evan face to face. + +"I’ll try not to chicken out this time," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. + +Mockery for mockery. + +Evan’s expression darkened. "Then let’s start our battle!" + +His aura exploded, bursting into a blinding blaze of energy. + +Level 3 Aura. + +But it was unfamiliar. + +Something Max didn’t recognize. + +And that made things interesting. + +Max smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to Cain. + +"If I defeat him," he asked lightly, "then you people from the Ascendants wouldn’t bother me anymore, right?" + +Cain smirked, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. "That is correct. Win, and we will never see each other again." + +Max’s grin widened. + +He turned back to Evan. + +"Then come," he said, voice brimming with confidence. "Show me what you’ve got." + +Evan’s cold smile twitched. + +He didn’t like this. Not one bit. + +The way Max had casually asked Cain that question— + +As if beating him was nothing more than a formality. + +As if he were just an obstacle to be cleared before moving on. + +That— + +That he definitely didn’t like. + +"As you wish." Evan sneered. Then, he vanished—like a whisper in the wind. + +Max’s Three-Dimensional Body flared to life. His senses stretched, scanning every angle, every shift in the air. + +And then— + +There. + +A flicker. A blur. A shadow moving at such speed that Max could barely perceive more than a single frame of him. + +But that single frame was enough. + +Without hesitation, he tapped into the power of the 15 Draconic Essences, raw energy surging through his veins like molten fire. + +He clenched his fist, letting the energy gather, compress, and coil like a viper ready to strike. + +Just as he anticipated—Evan materialized before him. + +A storm brewed around his fist, twisting into a violent tornado as he swung, aiming to obliterate everything in his path. + +Max grinned. + +With all his strength, he launched his own fist forward. + +Bang! + +The collision erupted like thunder. + +A shockwave exploded outward, tearing through the sky, sending ripples of force that bent the very air. + +Clouds split apart. The atmosphere quaked. + +Both fighters were hurled backward, the sheer impact forcing them to skid through the air before stabilizing. + +"You are good but you have to do better than that." Evan grinned the level 3 aura around him reached peak. + +At this moment, Max understood Evan was controlling a level 3 Wind Aura. + +That defined his speed from their last round. + +"Take this!" Evan roared, his hand slicing downward like a guillotine. + +A razor-thin blade of wind tore through the air, nearly invisible—silent death in motion. + +But the distortion around it, the warping of space, made its presence known. + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +This wasn’t just any attack. + +This was lethal. + +Without hesitation, he drew his sword. The blade hummed as 20% of his Fusion State aura coursed through it, infusing it with raw, condensed power. + +He lifted it high, energy crackling along its edge. + +Then—he swung. + +"Divergent Slash!" + +A streak of multicolored light erupted from his blade, a fusion of elements clashing in perfect harmony. It roared forward, cutting through the air like a comet, meeting the wind blade head-on. + +Bang! + +The collision detonated mid-air, a chaotic burst of power swallowing the space between them. + +Shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the sky. + +The force sent small gusts spiraling in every direction, yet—aside from the initial impact—nothing else happened. + +"This isn’t over!" Evan shouted, his voice sharp like the wind itself. + +A moment later—whoosh! + +Hundreds of wind blades erupted from his body, scattering in every direction like a chaotic storm. + +They weren’t aimed at Max. + +Instead, they drifted wherever the wind carried them, dancing unpredictably in the air. + +Max frowned. + +What was this? A misfire? A distraction? + +Then— + +His Three-Dimensional Body screamed in alarm. + +Every single wind blade suddenly curved, as if guided by an unseen force. + +The randomness vanished. + +In an instant, they all twisted midair—racing straight toward him. + +Max’s pupils shrank. + +A trap. + +In mere seconds, he was encircled. + +Hundreds of wind blades spiraled toward him like homing projectiles, slicing through space with eerie precision. + +No time to hesitate. + +Max raised his sword high. Magic Sword Barrage. + +Swish! + +A hundred glowing blue swords materialized before him, shimmering with raw magical energy. They hovered for a fraction of a second, awaiting his command. + +Max grinned. "Shatter them all." + +Like an orchestrated tempest, they surged forward, cutting through the sky in flawless synchronization. + +The moment they met the storm of wind blades, chaos erupted. + +Crack! Shatter! Whoosh! + +Blades of wind and swords of energy clashed in midair. + +Every impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, scattering remnants of wind and light. + +One by one, the glowing swords carved through their targets, tearing them apart as if the wind itself was brittle glass. + +The sky flickered—bright blue flashes against invisible, razor-sharp currents. + +It was a dance of destruction, but the outcome was clear. + +The wind blades never stood a chance against his blue glowing sword that contain 20% of Fusion State aura. + +Each glowing sword cut through effortlessly, erasing the storm until nothing remained but faint wisps of dissipating energy. Silence followed. + +Max glanced at Evan, eyes sharp with challenge. + +"Use your full strength," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That is… you can even go Null." + +Blatant mockery. + +Evan’s expression darkened. A frown creased his face as he studied Max carefully. + +Something felt off. + +The Max he had seen in the temple battles—he was strong, yes, but this Max felt different. + +Stronger. + +It wasn’t just Evan who sensed it. + +The spectators, the leaders—everyone watching could feel the shift. + +Before, Max had struggled against peak Adept Rank geniuses, forced to go all out in every clash. + +But now— + +Now he stood calm. + +Like a vast, unfathomable ocean. + +Evan attacked. + +Yet every strike, every surge of power— + +Countered effortlessly. + +Turned into nothingness. + +"He has indeed grown stronger after his battles in the temple," Ralph said, a small smile playing on his lips. + +"He has," Aurelia agreed, nodding. "I believe the key lies in experience. In the temple, when he first fought the other geniuses, he lacked the refinement that comes from facing opponents at his level." + +She smiled and continued. "Before that, he only fought regularly in Battle Realms, using it to gain general experience. But in the temple, he sharpened those experiences—honed them to an entirely new level." + +She paused, golden eyes gleaming. + +"And now, he stands at a peak where no other genius of his generation can reach." + +"But that’s not all," Kate interjected, frowning. "I think he’s grown significantly stronger since the temple. Even though his level remains at Level 7, his strength has almost doubled since then." + +Her eyes narrowed. + +"And I have a theory as to why." + +Silence fell as everyone turned toward her. + +"It’s his aura," Kate continued, voice firm. "He’s been using a strange aura this entire time. I noticed it in the temple, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. It was there, yet… I couldn’t sense it directly." Your next read awaits at Freewebnovel + +She took a deep breath. + +"But after watching his battles against the geniuses from the Lost Continent and his fight against Devin, I’m sure of it now—the aura he uses is composed of more than one aura." + +A heavy silence followed.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +Norton’s eyes widened. "How is that even possible?" + +Everyone else looked equally stunned. + +An aura that contained multiple auras? + +That was unheard of. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-231.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-231.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..794601a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-231.md @@ -0,0 +1,272 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 231: Evan - Lord of the Wind" +slug: "ch-231" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 231 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Evan’s gaze locked onto Max, his expression darkening. + +His lips parted, voice firm yet edged with newfound respect. + +"You’re strong. Very strong. I underestimated you. But not anymore." + +Then—he closed his eyes. + +The atmosphere shifted. + +A deep hum pulsed through the air as his Level 3 Wind Aura erupted, surging through the surrounding like a silent storm. + +The winds responded instantly. + +First, a whisper. + +Then, a howl. + +Dust and fallen leaves spiraled upward, caught in an invisible force. + +Trees bent and swayed violently, their branches groaning as if bowing to the unseen power. + +The winds weren’t just blowing—they were moving in all directions, an unnatural chaos that sent shivers through the air. + +Far beyond the battlefield, at the edges of Envoy’s Villa, onlookers stood frozen, watching. + +Even from a distance, they felt it. + +The raging wind. + +"What’s happening…?" A young genius shielded his eyes from the swirling dust. + +An old man’s robes flapped violently, his expression unreadable. "This is no ordinary wind. It’s alive." + +Closer to the fight, those who had been watching from the treetops struggled to hold their ground. A few lost their footing, tumbling backward, clutching onto roots and rocks. + +And yet—at the center of it all stood Evan. + +His presence was absolute. + +He didn’t move. + +Didn’t waver. + +He simply stood as the eye of the storm, his aura expanding, breathing life into the tempest. + +Then—Evan’s eyes snapped open. + +And the world froze. + +The chaotic winds, once howling in all directions, vanished.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +The trees, which had nearly been uprooted moments ago, stood eerily still. Leaves and dust, once caught in a violent storm, drifted harmlessly to the ground. + +As if nothing had ever happened. + +But the winds didn’t just vanish. + +They had gathered. + +Condensed. + +All of it—surrounding Evan. + +A swirling cocoon of wind formed around him, a spiraling force of raw power compressing into a single point. + +For a second, he vanished within it, his figure blurred behind the layers of wind. + +Then—crack! + +The cocoon shattered. + +A rush of air blasted outward, but this time, it wasn’t wild. + +It was controlled. + +Evan emerged. + +Changed. + +A glowing light-green crown hovered above his head, pulsing with ethereal energy. + +A translucent, wind-forged cloak draped over his shoulders, shifting and rippling as though made of the very air itself. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +This wasn’t Null Transformation. + +He had expected him to go full Null transformation but— + +It was something else—something purely wind. + +He had seen transformations before. + +Revenna’s Ice Amour. Arthur’s Mist Form. Countless others. + +Each powerful in its own right. + +And yet— + +A sliver of jealousy coiled inside him. + +Because he would never have something like that. + +His class was different. + +Unique. + +Dimensional Keeper. + +No transformation. No elemental resonance. + +Just raw, unexplored potential. + +Little had been known about it. + +And the burden of discovery? + +That was his alone. + +Evan smirked, arrogance dripping from his voice. "It’s on." + +Then—he vanished. + +No blur. No movement. One moment he was there, the next, he simply wasn’t. + +Max’s instincts flared. + +His Three-Dimensional Body screamed, catching the barest whisper of wind—to his right. + +But— + +Too late. + +Bang! + +A force like a battering ram struck his side. + +And before he could even react, his body was rocketing downward—a human meteor crashing toward the earth. + +Boom! + +Dust exploded outward as he slammed into the ground, the earth cracking under the force. A crater formed around him, smoke rising from the sheer impact. + +The battlefield fell silent for a moment—then chaos erupted. + +"What the hell just happened?!" + +"Did anyone see that?!" + +"One second they were facing off, the next, Max was buried in the ground!" + +The onlookers stood wide-eyed, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed. + +"He’s too fast!" One gasped, clutching his chest as if that strike had landed on him instead. + +Another shook his head in disbelief. "Even teleportation takes a moment. But this… it was like Evan was already standing next to Max before he even moved." + +"No. It was worse than that," Someone whispered, his face pale. "It was like he never moved at all—just appeared and struck. Like time skipped a frame." + +The weight of those words sent a shiver through the crowd. + +Because if Evan was that fast—if he could bypass the very act of movement itself—then what chance did Max have? Enjoy more content from Freewebnovel + +Max stood in the deep crater, his expression dark with focus. + +Dust settled around him, but he barely noticed. + +His mind replayed the moment over and over. + +’What was that?’ + +He had seen Evan vanish. Had felt the whisper of wind. + +And then—impact. + +Too fast. + +His fists clenched. His body, his instincts, even his Three-Dimensional Body—none of them had reacted in time. + +Not like they did against Amelia. + +Amelia’s teleportation. + +He had fought her before. + +Had tracked her movements, had anticipated her attacks. He had been able to react. + +But this—this was different. + +Faster than teleportation? Impossible. + +Teleportation was instant. Even when Amelia appeared right behind him, he could sense the spatial distortion and move accordingly. + +His Level 1 Space Aura had helped, as had his body’s connection to space itself. + +But against Evan? + +Nothing. + +Even his Three-Dimensional Body, the very thing that let him perceive attacks from all directions—hadn’t seen Evan. + +It had only registered wind. + +Not Evan. + +"Why the long face?" Evan smirked, arms crossed as he hovered in the air like a deity looking down upon a mere mortal. "Let me guess… You’re astounded by my speed." + +Max pushed himself up from the crater, dust and debris falling from his shoulders. + +His gaze locked onto Evan, unreadable. "I am indeed shocked by your speed," he admitted. + +But then, his eyes narrowed slightly, tracking the way the wind curved and danced unnaturally around Evan’s form. "The wind… it’s helping you, isn’t it?" + +Evan chuckled, shaking his head. "Helping me?" His laughter carried through the battlefield like a whisper on the breeze. "You’re wrong. The wind isn’t helping me at all. I am the one commanding it." + +A gust of air surged around him, swirling in tight currents, bending to his very presence. He spread his arms, letting the power course through him. + +"You see, my class is an A-rank class—Lord of the Wind. What you’re seeing right now…" His smirk widened. "Is my Lord Form." + +The air itself seemed to tremble at his words. + +"In this state, I am invincible. Nobody has ever defeated me in this form. And you, Max, are no exception." + +Then—he vanished. + +Max was ready this time. + +Every fiber of his being focused on his Three-Dimensional Body. + +His senses stretched, searching, calculating. + +But just like before—nothing. + +No figure. No blur. No motion. + +Just… wind. + +A sharp gust. A whisper of movement. And then— + +Bang! + +Max’s body exploded sideways as another devastating strike landed clean on his ribs. + +The force sent him soaring, a blur crashing through the air. He barely registered the impact before— + +CRACK! + +His back slammed into a tree, the entire trunk snapping like a twig upon contact. + +Bark and splinters exploded outward, the massive tree falling over with a thunderous crash. + +The battlefield went silent. + +The crowd watched in shock, their faces pale. + +"He hit him again… just like that." + +"Even when Max was ready, he still couldn’t see him move!" + +"This isn’t just speed—this is something else entirely." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-232.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-232.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2cefca7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-232.md @@ -0,0 +1,332 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 232: A Trick" +slug: "ch-232" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 232 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1281 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood up, rubbing the dust from his clothes. His body was untouched, his skin unscathed, but his expression was serious. + +Because once again—he had been hit without seeing the attack. + +It was just like before. + +A gust of wind. + +No trace of Evan. + +No form. No figure. + +Just the wind. + +’Why…? Why do I only see wind before I’m hit?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing. His mind raced, analyzing every moment of the battle. + +Wind. + +Not a person. Not a blade. Just air itself. + +Evan stood tall, his eyes calm but unwavering. "You should give up," he said, his voice steady, unshaken. "You are no match against me." + +Max, however, only chuckled. "I wouldn’t be that arrogant," he replied, a smirk playing at his lips. "Not when you can’t even put a scratch on my skin." + +CRACK! + +Purple lightning erupted around Max, wild and untamed. But then— + +It condensed. + +The erratic bolts of lightning flowed downward, spiraling around his legs before solidifying into form. + +A pair of lightning boots shimmered around his feet, buzzing with raw energy. A projection of Lightning Steps. + +Max took a single step forward. + +The air trembled. + +Evan’s expression darkened—not because of the lightning, but because of Max’s words. + +He had noticed it too. + +His attacks weren’t working. + +No matter how many times he had struck, how violently the wind had lashed out—Max remained unscathed. + +His fingers clenched. + +Then—Max lifted a single finger. + +A casual, taunting gesture. + +"Come… and attack me again." + +Evan’s fury ignited. + +The winds around him flared in response, twisting into spirals of rage. + +"I refuse to believe your skin is thick enough to withstand my wind!" + +The moment Evan spoke, he vanished. + +Again. + +Max was ready this time. + +His Three-Dimensional Body went into overdrive, his senses stretching to their absolute limit, scanning every inch of his surroundings. + +Then—he felt it. + +A wave of wind. + +But this time, Max was prepared. + +No hesitation. No second-guessing. + +"Space Freeze!" + +BOOM! + +The air around him solidified, a section of space locked in place under his control. + +Then— + +Lightning Steps. + +His body reacted instantly. + +His instincts screamed at him to move, and so he did— + +A single step backward, a flash of purple lightning surging from his boots. + +WHOOSH! + +Just as he moved— + +A violent gust of wind sliced through where he had just been, narrowly grazing his clothes. + +Max’s eyes widened. + +And then—he understood. + +All this time—he thought Evan was attacking him directly. + +That Evan was somehow moving faster than teleportation. + +That his body was untouchable, impossible to track. + +But now, he saw the truth. + +It wasn’t Evan. + +It was the wind. + +Evan had never truly been the attacker. + +The wind itself was attacking him. + +Max’s mind raced, piecing it together. + +Evan had been disappearing not because he was moving at incomprehensible speeds—but because he was making it seem that way. + +Every time he vanished—he wasn’t attacking at all. + +Instead— + +He let the wind strike for him. + +The very air had been his blade, his presence a distraction. + +It had been an illusion all along. + +Evan wasn’t moving faster than teleportation. + +He was simply manipulating perception. + +Max exhaled, his fingers tightening around his sword. + +A grin formed on his lips. + +"So that’s how you’ve been doing it…" + +He understood everything. + +"You… dodged it?" + +Evan appeared in front of Max, his expression frozen in shock. + +He had fought many opponents. Countless warriors, geniuses, prodigies. Every one of them had struggled against this attack—his illusion of speed, the unstoppable assault of the wind. + +Some had tried to resist. Some had tried to block. + +But none had ever dodged it. + +Not until now. + +Max stood firm, his smirk unwavering. + +"Well," he said casually, "it was a good technique… or should I say, a trick?" + +Evan’s eyes narrowed. + +"But it’s useless once the trick is known." + +Then—BOOM! + +The air trembled. + +The swirling dust around Max was blown away, repelled by an unseen force. + +His Fusion State Aura surged, climbing to 25%. + +The effect was instantaneous. + +A terrifying intent burst forth from Max’s body—an intent so sharp, so overwhelming, that even Evan’s Level 3 Wind Aura wavered. + +For the first time in their battle—the wind hesitated. + +Evan’s expression darkened. + +This pressure… this intent… it was unlike anything he had ever faced before. + +Evan clenched his fists, refusing to falter. + +"It doesn’t matter," he said, his voice calm but laced with an underlying sharpness. "I am invincible in my Lord Form." + +A flick of his fingers. + +The air shifted. + +BOOM! + +A pillar of wind exploded beneath Max’s feet, a tornado bursting from the ground. + +The sudden force nearly sent him flying, but Max reacted in an instant— + +Dash! Super Dash! Phantom Dash! + +His body vanished. + +One second, he was there. The next, he was a blur of motion, propelled by his Lightning Steps and Wind Float. + +The tornado missed, but Evan was already moving. + +"Fall." + +His voice was soft, but the wind roared in response. + +From above, blades of air rained down—sharp as swords, faster than arrows. Hundreds of them, slicing through the air, each one capable of cutting through stone. + +Max didn’t slow down. + +Sky Float. Wind Float. Lightning Steps. + +Using all his movement skills, he surged forward. + +He moved with the storm, weaving through the deadly barrage like a shadow. The wind grazed his skin, some of the blades nearly cutting into his shoulder, but his instincts kept him one step ahead. + +Even if they had cut his shoulders, it couldn’t pierce his skin. + +Then—a trap. + +A sudden shift in the wind. + +The air around Max collapsed inward, forming a crushing sphere of pressure around him. + +An invisible cage. + +The moment he realized it—it was too late. + +The air constricted. + +Max’s lungs burned, his movement locked in place. + +Evan raised a hand. + +The wind around Max spun violently, forming a vacuum. + +A storm within a storm. + +A wind prison. + +Max could see the ground below him fracturing from the sheer pressure. If he didn’t break free now, he’d be torn apart. + +But Max only grinned. + +"You think wind alone can stop me?" + +His sword hummed, the 25% Fusion State Aura igniting along the blade like a crackling storm. + +And then—𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +Space Freeze. + +For one second, the air around him stopped. + +No wind. No movement. Just absolute stillness. + +And in that second— + +Momentum Sword: Drag Sword! + +His blade moved, slower than anything Evan had ever seen—almost lazy, almost harmless. + +Continue your adventure with Freewebnovel + +But the moment the sword touched the air— + +BOOOOM! + +The wind prison shattered. + +The sheer weight of the sword’s movement ripped through space, dispersing Evan’s control for just long enough— + +And Max moved. + +Lightning exploded beneath his feet. His speed—beyond sight. + +Evan’s eyes widened. + +Max reappeared right in front of him. + +His sword—already swinging. + +Momentum Sword: Horizon End. + +A single slash. + +Faster than thought. + +The wind screamed as a clean line split the sky in two. + +Evan barely had time to react—he twisted at the last second, the sword grazing past him, cutting a deep gash into the air itself. + +The spectators watching sucked in a breath. + +"He cut the wind…?" someone muttered in disbelief. + +Evan flipped backward, his body twisting in midair. + +A line of blood trickled down his arm. + +He landed softly, his expression still calm—but there was a hint of something new in his gaze. + +A terror. + +’That attack almost had me.’ + +He thought frowning. + +The winds around him erupted. + +"I see," Evan said. "You’re fast. But I am the wind." + +Max’s lips curled into a grin. "Then let’s see if the wind can stop a storm." + +Magic Sword Barrage. + +The air rippled. + +Hundreds of blue-glowing swords appeared around Max, humming with deadly intent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-233.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-233.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..50da626 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-233.md @@ -0,0 +1,412 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 233: Head on Battle" +slug: "ch-233" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 233 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1417 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Evan only smirked. + +Max’s hundreds of glowing swords floated in the air, humming like a swarm of death. Each one gleamed with raw energy, infused with his intent, his power. + +Across from him, Evan stood tall, the wind howling at his command. + +Read new chapters at freewebnovel + +Then— + +They moved. + +A single breath, and the sky exploded. + +Max’s Magic Sword Barrage shot forward like a meteor storm, each glowing blade tearing through the air with unstoppable force. + +Evan, unfazed, simply raised a hand. + +WHOOSH! + +The wind answered. + +A cyclone formed in an instant, spinning so fast it was nearly invisible. The moment Max’s swords entered its range— + +They were pulled in. + +Shredded. + +One by one, the glowing swords vanished, devoured by Evan’s wind. + +But Max was already gone. + +A flicker. + +A blur. + +He reappeared above Evan, his sword descending with terrifying force— + +Momentum Sword: Drag Sword! + +BOOM! + +The weight of the strike rippled through space, causing the air itself to bend under the pressure. + +Evan’s feet sank into the ground, his arms trembling as he blocked with a condensed shield of wind. + +But even the wind couldn’t stop gravity itself. + +CRACK! + +Evan was slammed into the earth, the impact sending debris flying in all directions. The sheer force cracked the battlefield, leaving a crater where he had landed. + +The crowd gasped. + +But— + +Before the dust could settle— + +"Not bad." + +The voice came from above. + +Max’s eyes widened slightly— + +Evan was already in the sky. + +Not just floating—riding the wind itself. + +His body blurred, moving with terrifying speed, the air around him whispering in response. + +"But you can’t hit the wind." + +WHOOSH! + +Suddenly—he was gone. + +And then— + +SLASH! + +A razor-thin blade of wind ripped past Max’s cheek, fast enough that even his Three-Dimensional Physique barely reacted in time. + +Another. Then another. Then a hundred. + +SHINK! SHINK! SHINK! + +Invisible slashes filled the air, cutting at Max from all angles. The entire battlefield turned into a storm of slicing wind. + +Max remained calm. + +They hit him. Cut his clothes. + +But his body wasn’t injured. + +The wind blades couldn’t pierce his skin. + +Then— + +Lightning Steps. + +Dash. Super Dash. Phantom Dash. + +His body flickered purple lightning, weaving through the barrage with inhuman speed dodging the wind blades. + +Evan pressed the attack. + +The winds gathered into a massive sphere, twisting like a compressed hurricane. + +"Let’s see if you can survive this." + +WHOOSH! + +The wind imploded, transforming into a drill of pure destruction, aimed directly at Max. + +Max smirked. + +"I was waiting for this." + +Just before the drill struck— + +Space Freeze. + +The air itself locked in place. + +The drill stopped for one second. + +One second was all Max needed. + +Lightning Needle. + +A small glow appeared in his palm. + +Compressed lightning, sharper than any blade, faster than thought. + +He flicked his fingers. + +CRACK! + +The lightning pierced through Evan’s wind drill, destabilizing the entire attack in an instant. + +The wind erupted outward, scattering in all directions. + +And Max was already there. + +His sword hummed, the Fusion State Aura at 25% surging with terrifying power. + +"Momentum Sword: Horizon End." + +A single slash. + +A single moment. + +Everything froze. + +The entire battlefield went silent. + +And then— + +A clean cut split the sky in two. + +Evan’s eyes widened, his body twisting just barely out of the way. But— + +A line of red appeared on his side. + +A deep slash from his shoulder to his waist. + +He grunted, landing on the cracked battlefield. + +Max exhaled, gripping his sword tightly. + +Evan looked at the wound on his body. + +Then—he grinned. + +"You are crazy." + +The battle was far from over. + +"But it’s time to end this," Evan said, his voice barely audible over the howling storm. + +He raised both hands— + +And the winds obeyed. + +The sky darkened. + +The air itself compressed into a terrifying mass, gathering at his fingertips. + +A vortex of unimaginable destruction formed behind him—massive, roaring, hungry. A tornado unlike any before. + +It wasn’t just air. + +It was space itself twisting, bending, grinding against reality. + +"Final Tempest." + +Then it appeared. + +A hurricane so powerful, it could erase mountains from existence. + +The world screamed as it descended upon Max. + +A force meant to swallow everything. + +But Max… he only smiled. + +His grip on his sword tightened. + +His black flames surged, crackling wildly as they intertwined with violent purple lightning along with 25% of his Fusion State aura. + +The sword—no longer just a weapon—became something more. + +A force of pure destruction. + +The very air around it shattered, unable to contain its power. + +Max lifted his blade. + +And then— + +He swung. + +"Divergent Slash." + +A single slash—but the moment it left his blade, the world changed. + +A crescent of pure annihilation erupted from his sword—black flames and purple lightning twisting together into something unstoppable. + +The very space in front of him ripped apart, leaving behind an eerie void where reality itself seemed to distort. + +The slash collided with Evan’s Final Tempest. + +And then— + +BOOOOOOM!!! + +The moment they met, the entire battlefield erupted. + +The sky split. + +The ground fractured apart. + +A deafening shockwave tore through the landscape, sending the onlookers stumbling backward, shielding their eyes from the overwhelming force. + +And then— + +The wind died. + +The once unstoppable Final Tempest… was gone. + +Not dispersed. Not redirected. + +Erased. + +The air was silent. + +Max exhaled, lowering his blade slightly. + +But just as he did— + +WHOOSH! + +A howling burst of wind erupted, and from the dust, Evan reappeared. + +His body covered in wounds, his breathing ragged, but his eyes—still sharp. + +"I’m not finished yet." + +Max grinned. "Then come at me with everything you’ve got." + +Evan raised his hands— + +And the air twisted again. + +This time—he wasn’t summoning a single attack. + +He was commanding the winds of the entire surrounding. + +Gales, hurricanes, wind blades—everything moved at his will. + +The very concept of air became his weapon. + +And all of it—rushed toward Max. + +Seeing that, Max raised his free hand. + +Instantly—hundreds of glowing swords materialized. + +But these weren’t normal. + +Each one crackled with purple lightning, their edges wrapped in black flames. + +An army of destruction. + +Evan’s storm descended. + +Max’s swords surged forward. + +BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! + +Every time Evan’s wind clashed with a sword, it was obliterated. + +Every hurricane, every air slash, every storm—burned away. + +The black flames consumed the oxygen itself. + +The lightning tore through the wind. + +Evan’s final attempt at attack was completely erased. + +All that was left— + +Was Max. + +His eyes staring at Evan, his sword still burning. + +Evan staggered, his body trembling, his energy nearly drained. + +Yet— + +His eyes still burned with unyielding determination. + +Max narrowed his gaze. "Still standing?" + +Evan chuckled. "I told you... I’m not finished yet." + +Then— + +The air shifted. + +Not a normal gust. Not a simple flow. + +The entire battlefield responded. + +The winds from miles away suddenly converged upon him, drawn by an unseen force. The remnants of every storm he had summoned, the gales, the whirlwinds—all of it rushed to his side. + +The very concept of wind bent to his will. + +The moment the onlookers felt it, their faces paled. + +"What… What is he doing?!" + +"This isn’t possible—!" + +The leaders of the top five guilds and four super families shot to their feet, expressions grim. + +"That’s not an attack an Adept should be able to use—!" + +A gust so powerful shook the land itself. + +Then— + +The winds compressed. + +A single point formed above Evan’s hand—an eye of absolute stillness, surrounded by spiraling destruction. + +And from that point—a blade began to take shape. + +A sword. + +A sword of pure wind. + +But this was no ordinary wind. + +This was the essence of the storm. + +The ground cracked beneath him as he lifted it. + +It wasn’t a physical weapon—it was a manifestation of all wind itself, sharpened into a single edge. + +"Final Tempest Sword." + +A blade so sharp it could slice through space itself. + +A weapon so deadly that even the most seasoned warriors watching felt a chill in their souls. + +"This power… That’s at least Seeker Rank 2!" one of the spectators shouted in disbelief. + +The leaders of the major guilds exchanged uneasy glances. + +"That’s no longer just wind control of Wind Aura. He is almost at the half way point into the Concept of Wind." + +Even Envoy Lucas, who had remained calm all this time, narrowed his eyes slightly. + +Max, however— + +He just smiled. + +"Not bad." + +But Evan wasn’t smiling anymore. + +His face was pale. His entire body was straining. + +This wasn’t an attack he could use lightly. + +It was a technique that consumed everything he had left. + +And he only had one shot. + +Before... \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-234.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-234.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c567b11 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-234.md @@ -0,0 +1,348 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 234: Cain’s Arrangement" +slug: "ch-234" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 234 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Evan’s gaze hardened, his resolve unwavering. + +Never—never—had he expected this battle to push him so far. + +Yet here he was. + +Forced to bring out his strongest attack. + +His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling with the weight of battle. + +He looked at Max—this white-haired warrior who had only responded to his attacks, who had never attacked first, yet still, somehow… + +He had forced him to go all out. + +"You haven’t attacked me actively even once," Evan said, his voice calm, measured. "And yet, I am the one being pushed to my limit." + +The wind around him twisted violently, reacting to his will. + +A slow smirk played on his lips. + +"Consider this your greatest honor." + +Then— + +His eyes flashed. + +"And as you are the strongest genius of the Valora Continent, I suppose I should have expected this much." + +The air rumbled. + +The very world seemed to bend as his aura climbed to its absolute peak. + +His fingers clenched into a fist. + +"But this… our battle…" + +His smirk widened. + +"It’s far from over." + +And with those words—he threw it. + +SWISH! + +The wind screamed as the sword cut through space, a wave of pressure blasting outward in its wake. + +A storm followed in its path, ripping apart the battlefield as it hurtled toward Max like an unstoppable force of nature. + +But Max— + +He remained calm. + +His white hair flowed in the winds of destruction, his eyes locked onto the oncoming attack. + +Then— + +CRACK! + +Purple lightning surged. + +Instantly, bolts of lightnings wove together, compressing into a single, almost insignificant floating object before Max. + +A needle. + +Lightning Needle. + +A skill so small—yet so devastating. + +But Max wasn’t done. + +The lightning around him shifted. + +It pulsed. + +And then— + +A ring formed behind him. + +A ring of pure, pulsating lightning. + +WHOOM! + +The moment it appeared, his Lightning Aura erupted—a Level 3 Lightning Aura surging from his body like a divine storm, amplifying the sheer destructive force of the Lightning Needle. + +The air itself cracked under the pressure. + +Just then— + +The wind sword reached him. + +Max’s lips curled into a grin. + +He flicked his fingers. + +The Lightning Needle shot forward. + +SHIZZLE! + +Electric arcs lashed outward as the needle collided with the wind sword. + +WHOOSH! + +Wind and lightning wrapped around each other, twisting, colliding, roaring— + +And then— + +The world shook. + +A violent explosion of energy erupted, sending shockwaves that tore through the battlefield. + +Lightning surged through the sky. + +Wind raged, the air splitting apart in a terrifying display of elemental destruction. + +For a moment— + +Neither attack yielded. + +Both forces clashed, fighting for dominance. + +And then— + +One began to devour the other. + +The purple lightning from Max’s attack pierced through the heart of the wind sword, disrupting its core. + +The blade of wind trembled. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +It shattered. + +The fragments of wind dispersed, swallowed by the raw, crackling might of Max’s Lightning Needle. + +Which then gazed Evan’s cheek and disappeared behind him. + +The air went still. + +Evan’s strongest attack had been destroyed. + +His eyes widened. + +The spectators watching? + +Silent. + +Stunned. + +Max let out a slow breath, his Fusion State Aura still burning. + +Then, he lifted his gaze—locking eyes with Evan. + +"Are you done?" + +Evan stood motionless, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. + +His breath was ragged, his body trembling—not from pain, but from sheer exhaustion. + +Slowly, the crown of wind atop his head began to fade. + +The light green cloak of his Lord of Wind form dissipated into the air, vanishing like mist in the morning sun. + +Max saw that and shook his head, turning to Cain. "I win." + +His voice was steady, final. + +He lifted his sword slightly, pointing toward the Ascendants gathered in the distance. + +"You can all leave now." + +The battlefield fell into silence. + +Then— + +Cain smiled. + +A small, almost imperceptible curve of his lips. + +His neatly combed black hair swayed slightly in the dying wind, his posture as relaxed as ever. + +His eyes, however, were unreadable. + +"You are good. Very good." + +Cain’s voice carried through the battlefield—measured, composed. + +"To defeat Evan, a peak Adept Rank, while you are still merely a Level 7 Apprentice… That is nothing short of fascinating." + +Then, with a voice that carried a weight that could not be ignored, he spoke: + +"You are indeed strong enough to be chosen by our leader." + +His words, at first, sounded like praise. + +But Max could tell—it wasn’t. + +Cain’s piercing black eyes locked onto him, his expression still composed, still polite, yet somehow… inescapable. + +"But that also makes you our main focus." + +The air around them grew heavier. + +And then— + +Cain’s smile vanished. + +"That is why you haven’t won." + +His voice held absolute certainty. + +A statement. A fact. + +"Not yet." + +Almost instantly— + +Cain flicked his fingers. + +A quiet, almost casual gesture. + +And yet—the world itself responded. + +WHOOM! + +Above the Villa, the air distorted, warping into a swirling abyss of pure blackness. + +Within seconds—a massive dome began to manifest. + +Dark, endless, suffocating. + +It spread rapidly, expanding outward until it enclosed a 10-kilometer radius, swallowing everything within its reach. + +The Villa. The spectators. The leaders of the Five Great Guilds. The Super Families. + +All trapped inside. + +Cain lowered his hand, his gaze calm as he surveyed the area now contained within his creation. + +"We don’t need the nuisances here." + +Then—he flicked his finger again. + +SHWOOM! + +The air shivered. + +And then— + +Every single spectator watching from within the dome vanished. + +The gathered crowds, the reporters, the drones, the media— + +All of them—gone. + +Only a handful of individuals remained. + +The leaders of the guilds. + +The super families. + +The welcoming guests of Envoy Lucas. + +Cain’s lips curled into a smirk. + +"Now that’s better." + +His black eyes shifted back to Max, gleaming with unreadable intent before turning to Evan. + +"You can go all out now." + +Evan nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. + +His posture was calm, but the weight of his decision was heavy. + +Cain’s words had sealed his fate—and Max knew it too. + +The moment those words left Cain’s lips, Max’s expression hardened. + +A sense of inevitability settled over the battlefield. + +There was no stopping what would happen next. + +And that realization made even Envoy Lucas frown. + +"It’s true after all." + +His voice was grim, his eyes darkened with the weight of what was coming. + +"We never had concrete proof before… but it seems we’re about to see the truth with our own eyes." + +A heavy silence followed his words. + +And then— + +The leaders of the five great guilds and the super families all turned solemn. + +Because if the Ascendants could truly transform into Nulls… + +Then this wasn’t just Max’s battle. + +This was a war waiting to erupt. + +*** + +Evan turned toward Max, his face devoid of arrogance. + +For the first time, he looked at him as an equal. + +"I had hoped to handle you without this," Evan admitted, his voice carrying a rare hint of respect. + +"But it seems I’m left with no choice." + +Then— + +WHOOSH! + +A black aura began to leak from his body, tendrils of darkness writhing like living shadows. + +Max’s instincts flared. Stay tuned for updates on freewebnovel𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +He took a slight step back, his entire body on high alert. + +And then— + +CRACKLE! + +A deafening boom split the sky— + +A bolt of black lightning descended from the heavens, striking Evan with the force of a divine judgment. + +BOOOOOOOM! + +The impact shook the entire Villa, sending ripples through the air as the ground cracked beneath Evan’s feet. + +And then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-235.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-235.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2899693 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-235.md @@ -0,0 +1,396 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 235: A Hybrid" +slug: "ch-235" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 235 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1474 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +RUMBLE! + +A pillar of black light erupted from his body, piercing the sky like a beacon of death. + +The world seemed to shudder in its presence. + +The moment the black light touched the sky, a pressure unlike anything before spread across the battlefield. + +Some of the low-ranked experts near the Villa gasped, their bodies trembling as their breath tightened. + +Their knees almost buckled under the weight of the sheer, oppressive force. + +Even some of the leaders standing at a distance frowned, their eyes narrowing. + +"This pressure… it’s different from anything I’ve ever felt before." + +"It’s not just energy… it’s something else entirely." + +Cain simply smiled. + +The pillar of black light burned for a few more seconds, casting long shadows over the battlefield— + +And then— + +It faded. + +And from within the darkness— + +Evan emerged. + +No longer the same. + +No longer just a warrior of wind. + +Something far worse stood in his place. + +A being without a face. + +No eyes. No mouth. No nose. + +Just a smooth, black void—a face of pure nothingness. + +And atop that featureless abyss, a white glowing ring plastered—pulsing softly, its eerie luminescence flickering like an unholy halo. + +But the transformation hadn’t stopped there. + +A thick, goo-like substance—black as the void itself—slowly oozed from his head, dripping downward, slithering like it was alive. + +It flowed across his body— + +Concentrating along his right arm. + +SCHLICK! + +The black substance morphed, contorting his arm into something grotesque, unnatural. + +What was once flesh was now entirely blackened, as if his very essence had been consumed by the corruption. + +His fingers? + +Gone. + +In their place—razor-sharp claws. + +Talons made of something not metal, not bone—but something far worse. + +Something that looked like it could tear through reality itself. + +Despite these inhuman alterations, the rest of his body remained unchanged. + +It was still Evan’s figure. + +Still his stance. + +Still his presence. + +But— + +Max instantly recognized the difference. + +This wasn’t the same as Veylin’s transformation. + +When Veylin became a Null, his entire body had been consumed—black from head to toe, his form lost to the abyss. + +But Evan? + +His transformation was partial. + +Only his head and right arm had undergone the change. + +His body remained human. + +Max’s mind raced. + +’Why is it different? What’s the reason?’ + +His eyes flickered toward Evan, watching every twitch of movement, every ripple of black goo sliding down his arm. + +Meanwhile, behind him, the purple lightning ring pulsed, its energy reaching its peak. + +Remaining on full alert. + +Max’s grip on his sword tightened as he asked, "Evan?" + +A simple question. A name. + +Because the last time Max had seen this kind of transformation… + +Veylin had lost himself. + +Yet— + +Evan tilted his head slightly, and through the abyss of his blackened, featureless face, his voice echoed: + +"I am indeed Evan." + +The voice was calm. Unchanged. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +"Why are you so different from Veylin when he transformed?" + +Evan laughed lightly, a mocking tone lacing his words. + +"Don’t compare me to that fool." + +His clawed hand flexed, the black substance writhing as if it were alive. + +"He had the chance to be like me—a Hybrid, the one in control. But I suppose he was too weak-willed." + +Max frowned. + +’A Hybrid?’ + +Evan looked down at him, his stance still perfectly composed, his voice carrying an undeniable sense of dominance. + +"Forget about him, Max." + +A pause. + +Then, his voice dipped into something darker, something almost amused. + +"Tell me—how are you going to face me when you stood no chance against Veylin? Much less someone who has mastered the art of Null transformation?" + +Evan’s claws gleamed under the light. + +"Someone who is a Hybrid?" + +Max remained silent, his face unreadable. + +But his mind raced. + +The difference between Evan and Veylin was clear now. + +Veylin had been devoured by the transformation. + +Evan had mastered it. + +And that made him far more dangerous. + +From the sidelines, the leaders of the Five Great Guilds and the Four Super Families stood rigid, their expressions locked in deep frowns. + +They had already witnessed a human transforming into a Null before. + +They had seen Veylin’s madness. + +But seeing it again… + +It didn’t lessen the shock. + +It only deepened the dark truth. + +There were humans among them. + +Humans who could turn into Nulls. + +Not just one. + +Not just Veylin. + +But more. + +This was a very terrifying thing to know. + +Because there was one thing everyone in Acaris knew. + +Nulls were condemned. + +Enjoy new adventures from freewebnovel + +A race feared by every other race. + +A race that was more bane than boon to the world. + +And yet—one stood before them now. + +"What?" Evan’s voice echoed from the void that had become his face. "Are you admitting defeat?" + +His tone was mocking, but there was an underlying sharpness—a challenge. + +Max shook his head, his eyes flashing with unwavering determination. + +"I don’t want to become like you.""So there’s obviously no way I’m giving up on this battle." + +He lifted his sword, its blackened steel crackling with energy, and pointed it straight at Evan. + +BOOM! + +The Fusion State Aura surged, climbing to its absolute peak—30%. + +It was the highest level of fusion he had ever attained between all his auras.. + +At the same time— + +CRACKLE! + +The Level 3 Lightning Aura behind him exploded, the purple lightning ring funneling torrents of electricity into his body. + +The very air trembled under the sheer weight of power being unleashed. + +Max grinned. + +"Let me face the power of a Null once again." + +Evan’s clawed hand flexed, the black substance writhing around his arm as if it were alive. + +Then, he spoke—his voice colder than before. + +"It will be your last." + +WHOOSH! + +Both vanished. + +And then— + +BANG! + +They reappeared high in the air, their attacks colliding in an instant. + +Evan’s blackened fist, pulsing with abyssal energy, smashed against Max’s sword overflowing with purple lightning. + +BOOOOM! + +A shockwave rippled outward, distorting the sky with its sheer force. + +For a moment, they were locked in a battle of raw strength. + +Then— + +CRACK! + +Max’s feet slid backward through the air, the force of impact sending him flying back from the initial clash. + +He was forced back. + +But he wasn’t done yet. + +"You aren’t as strong as I thought you would be." Max grinned. + +Then— + +He vanished. + +WHOOSH! + +He reappeared behind Evan, sword flashing downward like a judgment from the heavens.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +CLANG! + +Evan’s clawed hand met the strike mid-air, black and purple lightning crackling against abyssal darkness. + +Then—they disappeared. + +Only for another explosion of force to ring out from the other side of the battlefield. + +BOOM! + +WHOOSH! + +They reappeared again— + +Max’s blade slashing in an arc, purple lightning howling through the air. + +Evan’s black arm twisted unnaturally, claws raking forward to intercept. + +BANG! + +A shockwave tore through the battlefield, splitting the ground beneath them as their attacks met. + +Then—they were gone again. + +WHOOSH! + +Another clash. + +Then another. + +Then another. + +To the spectators, it was madness. + +They couldn’t keep up. + +The battle had become a storm of blurred figures, flickering in and out of existence. + +The only thing they could track— + +Were the explosions of force that erupted whenever they clashed. + +"What… what are we even looking at?" one of the geniuses from the five guilds muttered, his voice shaking. + +The top geniuses of the East Region, the geniuses of the Five Great Guilds, the Four Super Families— + +None of them could process what was unfolding before them. + +Only their respective leaders could see the battle unfolding. + +But even they were surprised by the battle. + +Envoy Lucas, someone who had witnessed countless battles, also narrowed his eyes. + +"He’s keeping up…" + +His voice was laced with disbelief. + +Kate, the leader of the Knights of Valor, clenched her fists. "He’s not just keeping up…" + +She turned her gaze toward the battlefield, her heart pounding. + +"He’s fighting toe-to-toe with a Null who is several level higher than him." + +Aurelia’s eyes shone. "A human… fighting a Null without losing.... Now that is unheard of." + +"This… This shouldn’t be possible." Norton muttered in shock. + +BOOM! + +A shockwave shattered the air, sending debris flying as Max and Evan clashed mid-air once again. + +Max twisted his body, swinging his sword in a wide, devastating arc. + +Evan ducked, his blackened arm stretching unnaturally as he aimed for Max’s ribs. + +WHOOSH! + +Max vanished, reappearing above him. + +CRACKLE! + +Purple lightning converged, his entire blade radiating with unfiltered destruction. + +He swung— + +"Horizon End!" + +A blindingly fast sword flash, aimed straight for Evan’s neck. + +Evan’s ring of white light pulsed, and the winds around him twisted violently. + +"Too slow." + +His figure blurred and— + +BANG! + +A blackened claw slashed through the air, nearly piercing Max’s shoulder—but Max had already vanished again. + +WHOOSH! + +Then—another clash. + +And another. + +And another. + +The battle had no pattern, no rhythm—just pure, unrelenting chaos. + +Two monsters locked in a fight that should have been impossible for any human to survive. + +Yet Max— + +Wasn’t losing. + +And that terrified everyone watching. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-236.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-236.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e9aba9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-236.md @@ -0,0 +1,324 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 236: A Wyrm" +slug: "ch-236" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 236 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +BOOM! + +The moment they clashed again, the entire battlefield quaked. + +Two figures—one shrouded in crackling lightning and black fire, the other a twisted embodiment of wind and shadow—blurred through the air, colliding with earth-shattering force. + +Both retreated at the same time. + +Evan’s featureless, blackened face tilted slightly, his tone laced with intrigue. + +"You are very strong. I’m surprised." + +Even now, his voice remained eerily calm, but there was an edge of genuine curiosity. + +"To fight me toe-to-toe in my Null form… That shouldn’t be possible." + +Max grinned. "I am the strongest genius of the Valora continent so of course I won’t lose this easily." + +Evan nodded. "You are indeed strong enough for that title." + +Then, his expression hardened—though with no visible features, it was only the shift in his presence that betrayed his intentions. + +"But I won’t go easy on you anymore." + +His blackened claws twitched—and then, he moved. + +WHOOSH! + +Evan vanished— + +No, he became the wind itself. + +A gust tore through the battlefield, kicking up debris as his form flickered through the air, too fast to be seen by the naked eye. + +Max’s instincts flared. + +His Three Dimensional Body screamed in alarm. + +"Dash! Lightning Steps! Super Dash!" + +BOOM! + +His body disappeared in a streak of lightning, narrowly dodging as— + +SLASH! + +A blade of wind materialized where he had just stood, slicing the ground apart. + +WHOOSH! + +Max barely had a second before Evan reappeared behind him, his blackened claws forming into a scythe of wind— + +"Phantom Rend." + +The scythe descended in a single arc, aiming to bisect Max from the waist. + +Max twisted his body, using his skill— + +"Omni Guard!" + +A green glowing spherical shield of energy erupted around him, stopping the attack just in time. + +But it also blasted the green sphere away. + +BOOM! + +Wind crashed against the sphere, sending shockwaves outward. + +Enjoy exclusive content from freewebnovel + +Deactivating the defensive skill, Max went offensive. + +"Magic Sword Barrage!" + +100 blue glowing swords materialized in an instant, forming a storm of radiant blades. + +Each one—charged with black flames and purple lightning. + +"Go!" + +The swords shot forward, spiraling in all directions, a relentless swarm of destruction. + +Evan didn’t dodge. + +Instead— + +He became mist. + +WHOOSH! + +His body dispersed, breaking apart into countless wind currents, allowing the swords to pass through harmlessly. + +Max’s eyes widened. + +"What?!" + +He was a little bit surprised to see him disappear like that. + +’Where did he go?’ + +His Three Dimensional Body detected something. + +A presence, but it was all round him. + +Then— + +Evan’s voice echoed from all directions. + +"Too slow." + +Then— + +A black claw formed out of the wind right in front of Max’s chest. + +SLASH! + +Max barely managed to react, twisting his body at the last second—but the attack still grazed his shoulder, tearing away the cloth he wore. + +But failed to injure him in any way. + +Max smiled a bit when he saw that. + +Evan reformed a few meters away, his claw gripping Max’s cloth. + +He tilted his head in shock. "How can your skin be this thick?" + +He was truly astonished by the defensive power of the Max’s skin. + +Or should he say his body. + +From the start of their battle to now, he never managed to draw out his blood. + +And that was a disgrace— + +Considering he was facing someone one full rank below him. + +Max smirked, wiping the dust on his shoulder. + +"Its very thick." + +Then— + +Purple lightning and black flames around his body reached peak. + +His Fusion State Aura also pulsed at full power. + +And then—he moved. + +"Super Dash! Lightning Steps!" + +BOOM! + +Max disappeared in a crackle of lightning, appearing directly in front of Evan in a blink. + +Evan’s reaction was instant. + +"Storm Breaker!" + +A whirlwind exploded outward, threatening to send Max flying— + +But Max was ready. + +"Abyssal Coating!" + +His black sword turned even more black along with his hands as black flames fused with purple lightning, roaring like an infernal beast. + +Evan’s storm tried to push him back— + +But Max didn’t move an inch. + +His muscles bulged, his strength surging as he activated— + +The strength of his physical body. + +15 Draconic Essences ignited, fueling his body with overwhelming power. + +This destroyed the whirlwind sending Evan flying backward. + +But before he could do anything else. + +Max used a skill. + +"Celestial Tempest!" + +A devastating torrent of slashes erupted, descending and engulfing Evan in a hurricane of wind blades. + +Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! + +The impact shattered the ground, sending tremors across the battlefield. + +Evan barely managed to block some of them with his own wind blades but they soon overwhelmed him. + +The attacks had grazed his left shoulder, blood trickled down from his arm. + +Evan glanced at the damage. + +Then—he smiled. + +Viciously. + +"You managed to harm me in this form?" + +His voice echoed. + +But—something was wrong. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +The voice was off. + +It was still Evan. + +But at the same time… + +It wasn’t. + +There was an undertone to it. + +A second voice, layered beneath. + +Twisted. Hollow. Alien. + +Max’s grip tightened on his sword. + +"Evan?" He asked softly. + +Evan’s blackened face tilted slightly, as if amused.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Then—the air trembled. + +The wind howled violently, coiling around his body like a living entity. + +Then—the wind stopped. + +The battlefield fell into absolute silence. + +For a moment, everything stilled. + +Then— + +BOOOOOOM! + +A deafening roar erupted as the sky cracked open, revealing a swirling vortex of black wind and abyssal energy. + +It was no longer just a storm. + +It had form. + +It had shape. + +A serpentine dragon—no, a wyrm—formed entirely out of corrupted wind, coiling through the air like a cosmic beast of annihilation. + +Its body was composed of endless layers of slicing wind, each current stronger than steel, sharper than swords. + +Its head was a gaping void of pure blackness, with two glowing white rings where eyes should be—mirroring the eerie ring on Evan’s face. + +Every time its massive body moved, the very air screeched, howling in torment. + +It coiled above Evan, its body stretching for hundreds of meters, blocking out the sky itself. + +And then— + +It roared. + +Abyssal Storm Rend was no mere technique. + +It was a living calamity. + +Given to Evan by Cain. + +The ground beneath fractured, the Villa in the distance trembled, and the onlookers felt their souls quiver. + +Even the guild leaders—warriors who had seen countless battles—frowned at the attack of this level. + +"That thing… that’s not just wind." + +"It’s a storm made of death itself." + +Some of the young geniuses trembled seeing the dragon like thing, their faces turned pale. + +Kate, the leader of the Knights of Valor, clenched her fists. + +"Max… can he stop that?" + +Aurelia also glanced at the attack. "He have to. He doesn’t have a choice here if he wants his freedom." + +And then— + +Evan pointed. + +The black wind wyrm dived. + +Straight for Max. + +Its massive jaws unhinged, ready to swallow him whole. + +WHOOSH! + +The air fractured around its body as it moved, the storm winds it carried capable of tearing flesh from bone, steel from the earth. + +Max stared up at the incoming abyssal wyrm, his eyes unblinking. + +Taking a deep breath, his hand slowly rose. + +Then— + +CRACKLE! + +Purple Lightning erupted from all around his body in large numbers. + +The density of the purple lightning overflowing around Max’s body increased so much that even the lightning ring behind Max’s back started to dim down a little. + +Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-237.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-237.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e7e713 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-237.md @@ -0,0 +1,422 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 237: Too Strong" +slug: "ch-237" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 237 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1383 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A colossal palm of divine purple lightning formed above him, stretching out like a celestial hand. + +Its very presence distorted the battlefield. + +The sky rumbled. The world held its breath. + +"Heaven’s Thunder Palm." + +The first move of the Ten Hands of Lightning God. + +A legendry rank technique. + +Everyone be it the leaders of the five major guilds or the four super families including the young geniuses, they were all shocked seeing the huge purple lightning floating atop Max’s head. + +The energy it was overflowing with was enough to sent a chill down to the young geniuses. + +As they gazed at the purple lightning palm in shock— + +It struck. + +BOOOOOOOOM! + +The titanic lightning palm surged forward, meeting the abyssal wind wyrm head-on. + +Lightning met corruption. + +Heaven met void. + +The two monstrous forces clashed, and for a moment—silence. + +Then— + +A detonation. + +A supernova of destruction. + +BOOOOOOOOOOOM! + +The entire battlefield shook violently, debris launching into the sky as waves of energy tore through the land. + +The black wyrm screamed, its form disintegrating under the wrath of thunder. + +The storm… was crushed. + +Lightning surged through the air, wiping away the abyssal storm as if it had never existed. + +And standing tall amidst the fading chaos— + +Was Max. + +Evan, pushed back through the air, his blackened form flickering, stared at him. + +"You!" + +Evan’s voice boomed across the battlefield. + +"I will kill you!" + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +Something had changed again. + +Evan’s voice—it was completely different now. + +Less controlled. Less refined. + +More feral. + +More like Veylin. + +Like the Nulls. + +Then it happened. + +The black goo writhing along his face and right arm suddenly surged. + +Like a living entity, it spread. + +Across his left arm. + +Down his waist. + +Over his legs. + +Until— + +Evan was completely engulfed. + +A full-body transformation. + +A monstrous being of pure abyssal corruption. + +Max’s eyes widened in shock when he saw that. + +He had expected Evan to have master the Null transformation. + +But the scene in front of him said otherwise. + +It was the Null within him that was slowly taking control of him. + +*** + +Silence. + +Absolute silence. + +Even the strongest leaders of the Five Great Guilds and Four Super Families froze in place. + +Kate’s face darkened, her voice grim. + +"He’s gone full Null Transformation." + +Her hand instinctively clenched around her sword. + +She had seen Veylin’s transformation, but this— + +This felt different. + +More dangerous. + +More complete. + +Aurelia frowned, her gaze shifting toward Cain, who still hovered calmly in the air. + +"This is bad… but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop the battle." + +Cain, as composed as ever, simply watched, as if Evan’s transformation had been expected all along. + +Envoy Lucas sighed, his usual smirk absent. + +"The battle of the Ascension Ceremony doesn’t end until one party admits defeat." + +His expression turned serious. + +"Even if Evan goes berserk… Cain won’t interfere." + +A wave of dread settled over the battlefield. + +*** + +"Now this… this is what I call power." + +Evan’s featureless, blackened face tilted upward, his tone filled with raw excitement. + +His entire form pulsed, his new Null body writhing like a mass of living shadow. + +A being of pure abyssal corruption. + +His glowing white ring eyes flickered as he looked down at Max. + +"You’ve been a nuisance to me for far too long." + +His voice echoed unnaturally, layered with something deeper. + +Something that wasn’t entirely his own. + +Then, with absolute arrogance— + +"It’s time I end this." + +BOOM! + +The black aura around his body exploded outward, creating a surge of energy so suffocating that the entire battlefield trembled. + +A pillar of dark light shot into the sky, crashing into the dome Cain had formed above the battlefield. + +The moment the black light hit the dome— + +Everyone froze. + +The energy radiating from it was— + +Dark. Cold. Devoid of life. + +It was not just Null energy. + +It was something worse. + +The air became heavy. The very essence of existence trembled. + +And in that moment, Max’s face darkened. + +Because he knew this power. + +He had felt it before. + +The same suffocating aura. The same monstrous presence. + +This… was exactly what happened to Veylin. + +But more than that— + +Max felt something far more disturbing. + +Evan… was gone. + +Not physically. + +But mentally. + +Whoever was speaking now—whoever was in control— + +It wasn’t Evan anymore. + +It was the same eerie sensation he had felt when Veylin transformed. + +Something had taken over his body. + +Something that wasn’t human anymore. + +The black pillar of light faded. + +And from its vanishing glow—Evan emerged. + +His blackened, twisted form pulsed, the abyssal energy in his body alive, writhing, hungering. + +"I will start by—" + +He never finished. + +Because in the next instant, his hand was already clutching Max’s face. + +Max’s entire body froze. + +His mind screamed. + +His Three Dimensional Body had seen nothing. + +Not a blur. Not a movement. + +Just Evan standing still one moment… and the next, his clawed hand was already wrapped around Max’s face. + +A cold chill crawled down Max’s spine. + +’This speed… was way faster than Veylin’s...’ + +Then— + +A worse realization hit him. + +[Energy decreased by 0.1] + +[Energy decreased by 0.1] + +[Energy decreased by 0.1] Discover more stories at freewebnovel + +[Energy decreased by 0.1] + +[Energy decreased by 0.1] + +Max’s eyes widened. + +He was being drained. + +His energy was being devoured. + +Just like when Veylin had tried to consume his soul. + +But this time— + +He came prepared. + +"Void Cloak!" + +FWOOOSH! + +A shroud of black flames erupted, engulfing his body. + +The moment the dark flames cloaked his form— + +Evan jerked back, his claw twitching violently. + +"Huh?!" + +His voice turned strange, distorted, disbelieving. + +He tried again. + +Tried to devour Max’s energy once more. + +Nothing. + +Tried to devour Max’s soul. + +Nothing. + +Tried to consume his physical body. + +Nothing. + +Evan’s head twitched unnaturally, his glowing white-ringed eyes narrowing. + +"NO!" + +His voice exploded with rage. + +"HOW CAN YOUR SOUL, BODY, AND ENERGY BE STRONGER THAN ME?! YOU ARE CLEARLY AN ANT!" + +His fury was palpable, his aura shaking the entire battlefield. + +Then—he moved. + +BOOOM! + +Evan rocketed into the sky, Max still in his iron grip. + +And then—he threw him down. + +"DIE, ANT!" + +Max’s body plummeted, tearing through the sky like a missile, the force shaking the very air. + +The ground rushed up to meet him— + +But at the last second, Max’s instincts kicked in. + +He managed to halt himself mid-air, just a hair’s breadth from hitting the ground. + +Exhale. Relief. + +Then—PAIN. + +BANG! + +A monstrous impact crashed into his back. + +Evan had already followed up. + +Before Max could even register it, he was slammed into the ground.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +The impact shattered the earth, sending a shockwave across the battlefield. + +A crater formed beneath him. + +Dust and debris shot into the air. + +"Cough… cough." + +Max emerged from the crater, his body covered in dust, his breath slightly ragged. + +He wiped the little bit of blood from his lip, his eyes locking onto Evan’s monstrous figure. + +His expression darkened. + +’He’s too strong.’ + +The raw power in Evan’s full Null form was overwhelming. + +Too fast. Too strong. Too relentless. + +Even with all his skills, Max knew— + +He couldn’t win like this. + +Not unless— + +"How?!" + +Evan’s voice roared, his black aura boiling in fury. + +"How can you not be injured?!" + +His hands clenched into trembling claws, his body twitching in rage. + +"How can your bones not break from my fist?!" + +Max tilted his head. + +Then, he smirked. + +"That punch just now?" He stretched his neck, rolling his shoulders. "It only felt like a bee sting to me. Nothing else." + +Evan froze. + +Then—his aura erupted. + +The sheer rage in his Null form distorted the air, black tendrils of abyssal wind whipping violently around him. + +But Max ignored it. + +Because—something was changing. + +Behind him, the dimmed purple lightning ring that had been flickering throughout the battle suddenly— + +IGNITED. + +Lightning poured out of his body endlessly like a never ending a source of lightning generated out from Max’s body. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +A second lightning ring manifested behind his back, spinning wildly, sending waves of raw electric power surging through the battlefield. + +The moment it fully materialized— + +The ground beneath Max’s feet shattered. + +His white hair straightened, lifted by the sheer voltage surging through his body. + +Every muscle in his body pulsed. + +A storm of crackling arcs of lightning coiled around his arms and legs like living serpents. + +And then—he exhaled. + +A breath of white smoke. + +His eyes flashed with power. + +"2nd Gear…" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-238.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-238.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b9e0a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-238.md @@ -0,0 +1,322 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 238: Abyssal Supernova" +slug: "ch-238" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 238 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You think a little power-up is enough?" + +Evan’s voice echoed, distorted, inhuman. + +The blackened void that was now his face remained unreadable, but his tone carried a sneer—mockery, disdain, an overwhelming certainty in his superiority. + +But Max— + +He only grinned. + +A spark of excitement flickered in his eyes, a wild thrill coursing through his veins. + +"We will know." + +His voice was steady, but inside—inside, something stirred. + +Something only he could feel. + +A power that didn’t just surge through him. + +It remade him. + +Lightning. + +Pure, untamed, roaring lightning. + +It wasn’t just energy—it was alive. + +His entire body crackled, wrapped in a storm of purple arcs, each bolt dancing wildly across his skin. + +His muscles clenched, denser than ever before, as if they had been reforged from lightning itself. + +His nerves buzzed, moving at speeds that should have been impossible, each impulse sent faster than thought. + +Even his organs pulsed differently, no longer working at human levels. + +Each heartbeat was a drum of war. + +Thud. A surge of power. + +Thud. A storm roaring inside him. + +Thud. Pure, raw lightning, untapped and limitless. + +The energy wasn’t just contained within him— + +It became him. + +Max’s entire existence had transformed. + +In First Gear, his body had already adapted to lightning, each of his attacks enhanced, his speed, strength, and reflexes pushed past human limits. + +But in Second Gear? + +Everything exploded past its peak. + +His body felt weightless, yet at the same time—unbreakable. + +Every movement flowed with crackling force, as if he wasn’t just faster— + +He was beyond physical limitations itself. + +Even without techniques, without activating any skills or martial arts, he knew— + +He could fight Evan head-on. + +Not just Evan. + +Evan in his Full Null Form. + +And that— + +That was insane. + +--- + +The moment Max’s Second Gear fully activated, + +Everyone felt it. + +The sky crackled. + +The ground hummed. + +The very air itself trembled, unable to contain the sheer power surging through him. + +"What… is this?" + +Ralph frowned seeing the power surging through Max. + +"Lightning… Wild, untamed lightning..." + +Kate’s eyes widened. + +Aurelia’s fingers clenched tightly, her breath unsteady. + +Explore more at freewebnovel + +"One would need a very high level of technique and control to do something like this..." + +Envoy Lucas’s grin widened, a flicker of amusement and intrigue in his gaze. + +"Well now… that’s interesting." + +Even Evan, standing amidst his roaring abyssal storm, tilted his featureless blackened face slightly. + +He could feel it. + +The shift in power. + +The sudden, terrifying change. + +Max’s gaze flickered to Evan. + +"Let’s continue." + +His tone was calm. + +Evan tilted his featureless black face, as if observing something foreign. + +"You’re like a cockroach that refuses to die." + +Max shrugged. + +"Maybe I am." + +Evan didn’t respond. + +He just moved. + +A fist tore through the air. + +Fast. Too fast. + +If not for Second Gear, Max wouldn’t have even seen it coming. + +A flicker— + +Then, impact. + +A blow that could tear through steel. + +That could pulverize solid rock. + +A strike that should have landed. + +But— + +Max moved. + +Lightning coiled around his body. + +Tendrils of crackling purple arcs surged through his veins. + +Black flames twisted along his arms—hungry, alive, burning. + +He didn’t think. + +He didn’t hesitate. + +He struck back. + +BANG! + +The moment their fists collided— + +The world erupted. + +A shockwave detonated outward. + +The air twisted violently, torn apart by the sheer force. + +The ground split open, cracks webbing out like a shattered mirror. + +The very atmosphere screamed, distorting from the clash of forces. + +Max and Evan— + +Neither moved. + +Neither flinched. + +Fists locked. Power clashing. + +Purple lightning crackled violently, tendrils lashing in every direction. + +Black flames coiled, surged, feeding on the chaotic energy. + +The very sky above them churned, dark clouds swirling, spiraling like a vortex drawn by their battle. + +Then— + +Five full seconds passed. + +Neither budged. + +Neither backed down. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +The force finally erupted between them, sending both warriors reeling backward. + +They skidded across the battlefield, leaving behind deep trenches in the ruined ground. + +As they came to a stop, the air was silent. + +The onlookers— + +Speechless. + +Just a simple clash between them caused such level of destruction. + +They couldn’t imagine what would happen if they used their full strengths? + +"It’s time I end this." + +Evan’s voice echoed, no longer fully human. + +His white glowing ring—that eerie, unnatural ring on his featureless blackened face—suddenly turned blood-red. + +Then— + +A small red dot appeared just in front of the ring. + +At first, it was tiny, no larger than the tip of a needle. + +Then— + +It grew. + +Slowly. Methodically. + +Hunger radiated from it. + +It wasn’t just accumulating energy. + +It was feeding. + +The very air shook violently, as if space itself was being siphoned into the red sphere. + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +’This attack...!’ + +A deep, instinctual warning screamed inside him. + +He tightened his grip on his sword. + +His body tensed. + +He knew—this wasn’t an attack he could simply counter. + +The onlookers also felt it. + +And they were terrified. + +Even the strongest warriors of the Five Great Guilds and Four Super Families—the most powerful figures in the East Region—felt an unnatural coldness seep into their bones. + +"That’s…" + +Kate’s voice was barely above a whisper. + +Aurelia’s face hardened. + +"A true Null attack." + +Envoy Lucas’s eyes narrowed. + +"Abyssal Supernova... I haven’t thought I would see a human using this move let alo-" + +He didn’t finish. + +Because at that moment— + +The sphere reached its full size. + +A colossal red orb the size of three footballs, pulsating like a living heart, radiating waves of absolute devastation. + +The very space around it twisted unnaturally, bending under its sheer presence. + +"That thing…" Ralph Thorne swallowed hard. "It’s erasing everything around it!" + +BOOOOOOM! + +A sudden shockwave burst from the sphere, shattering the ground beneath Evan. + +And then— + +He released it. + +Abyssal Devastation was unleashed. + +The red sphere shot forward, moving at a terrifying speed, consuming everything in its path. + +The air collapsed inward, as if being pulled into a vacuum. + +The earth split apart beneath its trajectory. + +The Villa in the distance shuddered violently. + +The sky dimmed, as if all light was being drained toward the sphere. + +Even from a distance, the spectators felt like their very existence was being pulled toward the attack. + +"That’s not an attack…" + +"That’s pure annihilation." + +And it was heading straight for Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-239.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-239.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1fb17e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-239.md @@ -0,0 +1,382 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 239: Overpowering Evan" +slug: "ch-239" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 239 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1001 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood his ground. + +He didn’t move. + +He just took a deep breath. + +His two lightning rings crackled behind him, flickering wildly. + +The onlookers held their breath. + +Was he— + +Was he really just standing there? + +Then— + +Max moved. + +Slow. Deliberate. + +His right hand gripped his sword. + +And then— + +He positioned himself pointing the tip of the sword towards the incoming red sphere. + +SHIIING! + +The moment he did that, the very air trembled. + +A wave of pure, razor-sharp intent surged forward, forming an invisible blade of destruction as he concentrated all his 30% of Fusion State aura into the sword. + +But—Max wasn’t done.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +Because this wasn’t just a normal sword attack. + +It was Point Break. + +A technique of the Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique. + +A technique that did not slice. + +Did not cut. + +It shattered. + +It destroyed. + +Not through overwhelming force. + +Not through brute power. + +But by focusing everything—every ounce of sharpness, every bit of destruction, every ounce of force— + +At a single point. + +At the very tip. + +His Fusion State Aura surged, intertwining with the black flames and purple lightning coiling around at the very tip of the sword. + +The ground beneath his feet instantly shattered as he concentrated all his energy into the sword. + +Then—Max took a step forward. + +The colossal red sphere of destruction was upon him. + +The ground beneath him fractured under the sheer force of its gravitational pull. + +Max breathed in. + +His sword aligned. + +Then— + +He thrust forward. + +"Point Break!" + +BOOOOM! + +The tip of Max’s sword met the core of the red sphere. + +For a single moment—everything froze. + +The world stood still. + +And then— + +CRACK. + +A thin fracture appeared across the surface of the red sphere. + +Then another. + +Then— + +BOOOOM! + +The red sphere imploded. + +The attack collapsed inward, unable to withstand the absolute precision of Point Break. + +The battlefield was engulfed in a deafening shockwave, tearing through the air. + +The force of the explosion was so overwhelming that even the spectators had to shield themselves. + +Dust whipped across the field, obscuring the vision of the onlookers. + +And then— + +The world fell silent. + +The attack was gone. + +As if it had never existed. + +And at the center of it all— + +Max stood tall. + +His sword lowered. + +His breathing steady. + +His eyes eyes locked onto Evan. + +For a long moment—no one spoke. + +Then— + +"He… destroyed it?" + +Norton staggered back. + +"That was the true power of a Null… and he erased it?" + +Kate couldn’t believe what she was seeing. + +Aurelia’s lips parted slightly, unable to suppress her shock. + +Envoy Lucas simply smiled, his eyes filled with curiosity. + +"That’s the difference between a swordsman… and a master of destruction though I wonder what sort of technique he used that can counter the signature move of Nulls." + +And then— + +A low, broken voice echoed through the silence. + +"Impossible." + +Evan. + +The full-transformed Null stood there. + +His entire body tense. + +His red ring transformed back to white. + +For the first time— + +Evan did not move. + +He simply stared at Max. + +As if his entire understanding of reality had just shattered. + +And Max? + +He simply raised his sword again, his voice calm. + +"You are going down." + +Max tightened his grip on his sword. + +Lightning coiled around him. + +His body felt weightless, unbreakable, unstoppable. + +He moved. + +And in the instant Evan blinked— + +Max struck. + +He vanished. + +A lightning flash—blinding, instant. + +By the time Evan sensed him, it was too late. + +Max’s sword was already thrusting forward. + +"Point Break!" + +The tip of his blade met Evan’s chest. + +The world seemed to stop. + +Then— + +CRACK. + +A thin fracture ran across Evan’s torso, his blackened form splitting apart. + +A heartbeat later— + +BOOM! + +Evan exploded backward, crashing into the ground, a crater forming where he landed. + +The dust settled. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +"Did that get him?" + +Then— + +A dark chuckle. + +A voice echoing from the pit. + +"Fool." + +Evan stood up. + +His body—already knitting itself back together. + +The black cracks running along his torso sealed instantly. + +Not a scar. + +Not a single mark left behind. + +Max’s jaw tightened. + +"Tch." + +Evan flexed his clawed fingers. + +"You really thought a single attack would put me down?" + +Max didn’t answer. + +He moved again refusing to stop. + +He flashed forward—faster than before. + +"Point Break!" + +BOOM! + +Another precise thrust—straight through Evan’s left side. + +Another explosion of destruction. + +Evan staggered—but healed. + +Max didn’t care. + +He struck again. + +"Point Break!" + +BOOM! + +This time, the sword pierced his shoulder, tearing through flesh and bone—if he even had bones. + +Evan grunted—but once again, his body repaired itself. + +Max gritted his teeth. + +He wouldn’t stop. + +"POINT BREAK!" + +BOOM! + +A third attack ripped through Evan’s chest, shattering half of his torso, sending black blood splattering across the battlefield. + +Yet still. + +Still. + +He healed. + +But before Evan could mock him— + +"POINT BREAK!" + +BOOM! + +The fourth strike sent him flying back, tearing his entire left arm off. + +His regeneration slowed. + +For the first time, it hesitated. + +And that was all Max needed. + +Lightning crackled violently behind him. + +His eyes burned. + +The two rings of lightning behind him roared, spinning faster. + +It was time. + +Max pointed his sword lightly at the air in front of him. + +Lightning converged—not into wild, chaotic bolts— + +But into order. + +Structure. + +A rotating shape. + +A massive wheel, formed entirely of crackling, devastating purple lightning. + +It spun—faster, faster, a vortex of absolute destruction. + +The moment it was complete— + +The battlefield shook violently. + +The air split apart. + +The geniuses watching felt a deep, primal fear settle in their hearts. + +"What is that…?" + +Kate frowned. + +Aurelia’s eyes widened. + +"Again a high level move of a technique." + +Even Envoy Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued. + +But Evan— + +He only grinned. + +Then— + +Max thrust his arm forward. + +The Wheel of Samsara spun violently, roaring toward Evan at blinding speed. + +Evan tried to move. + +Tried to escape. + +But— + +It caught him. + +The lightning devoured him whole. + +BOOM! + +A cataclysmic explosion tore through the battlefield. + +The force sent shockwaves ripping across the land. + +The ground was erased. + +For a full ten seconds, nothing could be seen. + +Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-24.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-24.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab48921 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-24.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 24: Battle Prowess Reaching Extreme" +slug: "ch-24" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 24 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1154 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hello there, how are you guys?" Max waved at them, leaned back, and jumped. + +He flew straight above the pack of lava wolves and rained down fifty magic bullets at them. + +Beams of blue light fell upon them like a merciless killer, taking down the level 6 and level 7 wolves in one hit. + +"Roar!" + +The lava wolves growled. They ran, they dodged, but their efforts were all in vain. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't escape the blue beams of light. They were killed in one swift hit from the magic bullets, saving Max a lot of time. + +Max landed in the middle of the chaos just in time to witness their bodies disappear in red light, leaving behind tons of items. + +"Good." Max smiled in excitement, seeing that just one bullet was enough to kill a level 7 monster like it was nothing. + +"ROAR!" + +The level 8 lava wolf roared at Max after seeing that he killed all its pack. It swiftly dashed forward and appeared right before Max, its mouth holding a fireball ready to launch at him. + +However, just before it could launch the fireball, Max used the Swift Dash skill and sidestepped, appearing at the wolf's right side. + +"You are going down, buddy." He chuckled and took out his sword, which began to shine with a light blue color before he swung it down with both hands. + +SLASH! + +Max's sword severed the wolf's head like cutting butter with a knife in one swift motion. However, just when he thought the level 8 lava wolf would be easy to kill, a shocking scene unfolded before him. + +To his shock, a new head sprouted from the neck of the headless lava wolf. + +'I see, so these lava wolves are literally made of lava,' Max noted, though he was unsure why only the level 8 wolf was able to regenerate and not the others. 'Maybe their levels are just too low for that.' + +Seeing that the wolf regenerated its head, Max swung his sword again. But this time, after cutting its head, he didn't stop. He swung his sword many more times, completely cutting the entire level 8 lava wolf into pieces.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +"Now it should stay put, right?" Max muttered, unsure, as he observed the pieces of the lava wolf when he saw, with his Three Dimensional Body skill, that the level 9 lava serpent had attacked. + +Its tail swept toward him with unrelenting ferocity. + +Max used the Swift Dash skill and quickly retreated, dodging the attack. + +It was then that he saw the pieces of the lava wolf begin to come closer, as if they were attracted to each other, before merging like magma and reforming the body of the wolf once again. + +"Holy shit." The scene left Max completely stunned. He couldn't believe that a level 8 lava wolf had such healing abilities that it could regenerate through various methods. + +"If a level 8 lava wolf can't be killed, then what about the level 9 lava serpent?" Max wondered, but then he shook his head. "No, if they couldn't be killed, then this dungeon would be very difficult to clear. There must be something I'm missing." He pondered, looking at the level 8 wolf, which growled in caution, and the level 9 lava serpent, which glared at him with deadly intent. + +"I see." Max finally understood what he had been doing wrong this whole time. + +He slowly walked toward the level 8 lava wolf, which trembled and began to retreat in fear when it saw Max heading toward it. But before it could fully commit to running, Max appeared beside the wolf again and swung his blue-glowing sword down at its neck, severing its head. + +However, Max wasn't done. He swiftly fired a magic bullet at the wolf's head, completely destroying it. + +'Let's see,' Max thought as he looked at the headless body of the lava wolf, which began to glow in shimmering red light before disappearing, leaving behind many items. + +"It was tricky." Max muttered before turning his attention to the level 9 lava serpent, which seemed to be staring at him with lethal intent but refused to attack. + +"What? Too afraid to attack?" He sneered and walked toward the lava serpent slowly. + +Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! + +However, no sooner had Max begun walking than the serpent began to tremble, hissing at him. + +"Sorry, buddy. I can't seem to understand you." Max shook his head in pity and was about to attack the lava serpent when it took off into the distance. + +"Ah, yes. You can still run." Max smiled and began chasing the level 9 serpent using his Swift Dash skill. + +But after just a few seconds, he caught up with the lava serpent and aimed at it with his finger. + +With his Three Dimensional Body, it became very easy for him to aim, even if the target was in motion. As long as they were within his range of omniscience, they were his target, regardless of their position. + +"Whoosh!" + +A small blue light began to form atop his index finger. "Let's see if I can kill a level 9 monster with a normal single magic bullet," Max muttered, about to fire when he stopped midway. + +"What happened here?" Max paused because the lava serpent had led him to a very strange place. It was still the charred forest, but instead of the flickering red flames and rivers of lava that he had seen before, this place was overflowing with black lava like a river. + +Black flames flickered across the barren trees, on the cracked ground, and on the rocks and boulders and everywhere. Black flames could be seen everywhere around this place. + +"Black flames and black lava..." Max found this very odd. He had never seen or heard of black flames before. Moreover, even as he stood so far from the flames, he could feel a very dangerous aura emanating from them. + +"Hiss!" + +The lava serpent hissed at Max from a distance and turned its head toward the direction where the black lava river was flowing, frequently glancing back at him. + +"Does it want me to follow?" Max wondered, frowning. "Wait a minute... This lava serpent wasn't running. It was leading me to this place." He smiled wryly, understanding, feeling better that he didn't fire the magic bullet after all. + +"But why does it want me to follow?" He contemplated and decided to follow the serpent to see what it wanted from him by leading him to such a ghastly place. + +Max slowly moved toward the serpent cautiously, carefully avoiding the black flames. Seeing Max moving forward, the lava serpent also moved, leading him through the stretch of black flames and along the black lava river. + +After following the lava serpent for some minutes, Max came to a stop because the serpent had stopped, and what he saw next made him question if he was dreaming. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-240.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-240.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eb9f113 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-240.md @@ -0,0 +1,376 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 240: Vesper" +slug: "ch-240" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 240 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1009 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The dust settled. + +And Evan… + +Was on the ground. + +Broken. + +His body was no longer regenerating. + +The damage—too severe. + +His right leg was gone. + +His left arm was charred beyond repair. + +His torso—mangled. + +He struggled, clawing at the ground, but his body wasn’t responding. + +His healing factor—had failed. + +The battlefield was silent. + +All eyes turned to Max. + +He pointed his sword at Evan again. + +His voice was calm. + +"You lost." + +Evan didn’t speak. + +He couldn’t. + +His mangled body twitched on the ground, his remaining limb clawing at the dirt, his once-overwhelming aura flickering—weak, unstable. + +Max exhaled, lowering his sword slightly. + +He turned toward Cain, about to speak— + +Then. + +It hit him. + +A feeling of absolute dread. + +Like an invisible blade pressed against his throat. + +Like the hand of Death itself had reached out to claim him. + +Max’s entire body tensed. + +His breath hitched. + +His instincts screamed. + +DANGER! + +MOVE! + +He didn’t hesitate. + +He dashed back— + +One step. + +Two. + +Three. + +Away from Evan’s mutilated body. + +And then— + +It began. + +Evan’s broken limbs twitched. + +Then—they began to mend. + +The black goo covering his form boiled, seethed, crawled. + +His missing leg regrew—piece by piece, reconstructing as if time itself was reversing. + +His severed arm reattached, stretching unnaturally before snapping into place. + +The cracks in his torso sealed themselves. + +And then—he stood. + +Once again. + +Untouched. Reborn. + +But— + +Max frowned. + +Something was different. + +Something was wrong. + +Because this time, Evan’s transformation didn’t stop. + +A small, fleshy bud formed on the left side of his forehead. + +At first, it was nothing. + +Then— + +It elongated. + +Slowly. + +Stretching outward, shifting sharper, hardening— + +Until— + +A horn. + +Max’s stomach dropped. + +His body reacted before his mind could process. + +His fingers tightened around his sword. + +His breath grew shallow. + +His instincts—his very being—warned him. + +That horn— + +That tiny, single horn— + +It was not normal. + +It was dangerous. + +No—far beyond dangerous. + +The sheer pressure radiating from Evan’s newly transformed body was on a different level. + +And the feeling— + +That same suffocating aura from before? + +It was still there. + +No. + +It was growing stronger. + +The thick scent of death pressed down on Max. + +For the first time since the battle began— + +He felt a true, overwhelming threat. + +A threat that his instincts recognized. + +And his instincts never lied. + +Max wasn’t the only one who noticed. + +The leaders watching the battle—the strongest warriors of the East Region— + +All felt it. + +And they were horrified. + +"That horn—" + +Kate’s voice wavered. + +Her usual sharp confidence was gone. + +Her gaze trembled. + +"No… it can’t be—" + +Aurelia’s face darkened, her hands curling into fists. + +"Could that be…?." + +"That’s…" + +Envoy Lucas narrowed his eyes. + +His expression turned serious. + +"A Vesper." + +The battlefield fell into silence. + +The very word sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened warriors. + +Envoy Lucas exhaled, his expression unusually grim. + +"I thought Vespers could only be pure Nulls." + +His words hung heavy in the tense air. + +Every leader present turned their eyes to Evan, or rather—what Evan had become. + +A Vesper. + +A true monster. + +Lucas continued, his tone growing darker. + +"No matter if humans could transform into Nulls or not, they would only get the basic humanoid form of a Null. They would never—never—reach the evolved form. The form of a Vesper." + +His fingers curled into a tight fist. + +"And yet… here we are." + +Kate clenched her jaw, her usual calm demeanor shaken. + +"This shouldn’t be possible." + +Aurelia’s eyes darkened, her arms folding as she muttered, "Yet it is." + +Lucas’s gaze never left Evan as he continued. + +"Apart from the war ten thousand years ago, there have been… incidents." + +Everyone’s attention snapped to him. + +Incidents? + +Lucas nodded, voice low, tense. + +"Reports. From time to time, a Vesper has appeared in different parts of the Lower Domain." + +His next words sent shivers down spines. + +"But wherever the reports came from… only a crater was left behind." + +Silence. + +A heavy, suffocating silence. + +"No civilization." + +"No humans." + +"Nothing was spared." + +His eyes hardened. + +"All eradicated into nothingness." + +Kate’s fingers twitched as she clenched her sword. + +"A single Vesper was enough to wipe out an entire civilization…?" + +Norton Blade wiped his sweat. + +"No wonder we never had records on them." + +Aurelia’s face remained unreadable, but her fingers dug into her arms. + +"It makes sense now." + +She turned to Lucas. + +"The reason we don’t know about them… is because no one ever survived to tell the tale." + +Lucas nodded. + +"Precisely." + +"Vespers don’t just kill. They erase. They devour. They consume everything down to the last trace of existence." + +The battlefield grew colder. + +And all eyes turned to Max. + +Max’s fingers tightened around his sword, his grip ironclad, yet his palms were damp with sweat. + +His breathing was steady, but his body wasn’t calm. + +Every muscle in his frame was coiled, tense, on the edge of an explosion. + +His instincts screamed at him. + +A deep, primal warning. + +An overwhelming, suffocating sense of death. + +It wasn’t a threat. + +It wasn’t a possibility. + +It was a certainty. + +’If I move closer… I will die.’ + +It wasn’t a question. + +It was a truth that his entire being accepted. + +His Three-Dimensional Body, his heightened awareness, his very soul—everything inside him told him to retreat. + +To back away. + +To wait. + +But— + +He saw it. + +The moment. + +Evan—or the thing that had become Evan—was still. + +Not because it was calculating. + +Not because it was waiting. + +But because it was lost. + +Like something was rearranging inside it. + +Like the transformation had triggered something deeper. + +A lapse. A delay. + +Even if just for a second. + +And Max knew. + +’This is my chance.’ + +But his fear clashed with his reason. + +One part of him—the survivor, the warrior, the rational mind—said no. + +Said to wait, to observe, to retreat. + +But the other part of him—the predator, the instinctual fighter, the part that never hesitated—screamed at him. + +’GO. STRIKE. NOW.’ + +A single moment. A single decision. + +If he hesitated—he would lose. + +If he attacked—he might die. + +The choice wasn’t fair. + +But in battle, fairness didn’t exist. + +So Max decided. + +He moved. + +Lightning erupted. + +His sword flashed forward. + +And he struck. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-241.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-241.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a74ab46 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-241.md @@ -0,0 +1,268 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 241: End" +slug: "ch-241" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 241 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1014 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s heartbeat thundered in his chest. + +The moment his sword stabbed forward, the Wheel of Samsara manifested— + +A massive rotating wheel of lightning, its edges crackling with raw destruction. + +It churned the air, twisting space itself as it flew toward Evan, ready to devour him whole. Enjoy new tales from freewebnovel + +Max didn’t hesitate. + +He pushed the rotating storm of annihilation forward— + +And the Wheel of Samsara scaled the distance instantly. + +It reached Evan’s still figure. + +But Max was a tad bit too late. + +Because— + +At that moment. + +Evan opened his eyes. + +A flicker of awareness returned to Evan’s blackened, featureless face. + +His new horn gleamed under the flickering lightning, his presence calm, deep—unshakable. + +And just like that— + +He punched. + +A simple motion. + +A single strike. + +His fist tore through the air. + +And the moment it connected with the Wheel of Samsara— + +BOOM! + +The lightning wheel shattered instantly. + +Destroyed. + +Not deflected. + +Not resisted. + +Obliterated. + +The sky was painted in wild streaks of electricity, violent arcs of lightning dispersing like scattered winds around Evan’s figure— + +But he stood untouched. + +Not a single scratch. + +Not a single burn. + +Not a single mark left behind. + +Max’s entire body went still. + +His eyes widened. + +"What—?" + +His hands tightened around his sword. + +He felt a chill run down his spine. + +His breath, normally steady, felt just a little shallower. + +He had expected Evan to resist. + +To counter. + +To block. + +But not this. + +Not this absolute destruction of one of his strongest techniques. + +His mind reeled. + +His instincts screamed. + +’How?!’ + +The Wheel of Samsara wasn’t weak. + +It wasn’t something that should be destroyed like a mere breeze. + +But Evan— + +Evan had ended it with a single punch. + +Max swallowed, hard. + +This wasn’t just a power boost. + +This was something else entirely. + +His voice, usually unwavering, felt thin in his own ears. + +"How could his strength increase so much?" + +The battlefield was silent. + +Just at that moment, Evan’s white ring on his blackened face turned red. + +’Shit!’ + +Max cursed when he saw that. + +He understood that red glow was no good sign and at this situation particularly, it was the harbinger of doom. + +Max’s fingers snapped into position— + +A flicking stance. + +Purple lightning surged, crackling wildly as it coiled around his middle finger and thumb like a living storm. + +He focused, compressing the energy, feeling it build, condense, rage. + +But time wasn’t on his side. + +Evan vanished. A blur—then a fist. Fast. Precise. Merciless. + +The attack came for his chest, simple yet terrifying. + +Max’s instincts screamed. + +If that hit, even without external injuries, the force alone would wreak havoc on his insides. + +He could already imagine the damage. + +His ribs rattling. His organs rupturing. His breath stolen. + +Not happening. + +With a sharp exhale, he released the energy. + +His middle finger, now a conduit of raw destruction, snapped forward. + +’Storm Conductor Fingers.’ + +The moment his flick met Evan’s fist— + +BANG! + +The impact was cataclysmic. + +The ground beneath them shattered. + +Chunks of earth and debris exploded into the air, reduced to rubble in an instant. + +The surrounding trees bent violently, nearly uprooted by the sheer force of the shockwave. + +But the true devastation was at the point of collision. + +Lightning clashed with raw physical power, tearing apart the space between them. + +The force lingered—only for a fraction of a second—before reality reasserted itself. + +Then, Max was sent flying. + +His body shot backward like a meteor. He crashed through the forest, tearing through trees, snapping trunks like twigs. + +The ground beneath him cracked, deep trenches forming as his body skidded uncontrollably across the terrain. + +He only stopped after what felt like endless seconds—his back slamming against a massive boulder, the impact finally robbing him of momentum. + +Dust and broken branches rained around him. His breath was heavy, chest rising and falling as electricity still danced across his skin. + +Pain throbbed through his arm. + +His entire body buzzed from the impact. + +But as he exhaled sharply, a smirk tugged at his lips. + +"It isn’t that bad." + +Max had expected to be completely outmatched. + +Evan in his current form should have been untouchable. + +But after that last exchange… he wasn’t so sure. + +Maybe he had overestimated him. + +And he still had one last trump card. + +His gaze sharpened. Third Gear. + +It was supposed to be used at Level 1 Concept of Lightning, a state he hadn’t reached yet. + +But his instincts told him his body could handle it—barely. + +Max made his decision. No hesitation. + +BOOM! + +Purple lightning erupted from his body, transforming him into a living storm. + +Energy raged, coiling around him like wild serpents. It slithered over his skin, flickering, snapping, consuming everything it touched. + +The ground beneath him blackened instantly, disintegrating into ash. + +His power surged, overwhelming, intoxicating— + +Then he stopped. + +His body froze mid-process. + +Through his Three-Dimensional Body, he saw it—Evan collapsing. + +Max blinked. What? + +"I… won?" he muttered, the static hum of his lightning still buzzing in the air as he appeared beside Evan in an instant. + +Evan lay motionless. Unconscious. Fainted. + +Relief crashed over him like a wave. + +His tense muscles loosened, his breath steadied. + +He turned toward Cain in the sky. "I win, right?" + +Cain was silent for a moment before speaking. "You win." + +Then, with a casual step, he appeared in front of Evan, his fingers brushing against the horn on his forehead. + +"You know, whenever a horn appears on a Null’s body, they undergo a very strange transformation," Cain said, his voice calm. "But to complete the transformation, they enter a deep sleep-like state." + +As he spoke, Evan’s body shifted. + +The dark, ominous energy that had radiated from him faded. + +His form slowly returned to normal—his human form. + +Max exhaled. So that was it. + +Just as Max relaxed, darkness swallowed the world. + +A black dome surged up around him and Cain, sealing them off from everything outside. + +Max’s body tensed. + +A trap? An ambush? + +His instincts screamed danger as he immediately retreated to the very edge of the dome. + +His fingers curled into fists, lightning crackling at his fingertips. + +"What do you want?!" His voice was sharp, wary. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-242.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-242.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f106342 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-242.md @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 242: About Nulls" +slug: "ch-242" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 242 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1061 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Cain, however, only smiled. Casual. Unbothered. With a flick of his fingers— + +Pain. + +Max’s right palm burned. Not physically, but as if something had been carved into his very being. + +His breath hitched. Turning his hand over, he saw it. + +A tattoo. + +A deep black circle. No… was it a sun? + +The shape was unclear, shifting between a solid black void and something more intricate, almost cosmic. + +Max’s heart pounded. What the hell was this? + +His gaze snapped to Cain. + +"What is this?" His voice was cold, his eyes narrowing. + +Cain smiled, ever so relaxed. "It’s a mark of teleportation." + +Max frowned. + +"Burn the mark, and you’ll be teleported to our home. It’s a gift from my master." + +Max’s fingers twitched as he glared at him. "Why the hell would I need this stupid thing? And who would even want to go to your home?" + +Cain chuckled, unfazed. "My master has spoken many things about many people over the years. Every single one of them has come true. + +"This mark… will be of use to you one day." + +Max opened his mouth to retort, but before he could— + +The dome shattered. + +Both the small and the big one. + +Like a collapsing void, the darkness peeled away, leaving nothing behind. + +In the blink of an eye, Cain and Evan were gone. + +Max’s eyes lifted toward the sky. + +There, above the ruined battlefield, the heavens themselves had been wounded. + +The massive crack in space—an open gateway to the unknown. + +At its edge, the Ascendants stood. + +Their silhouettes were unreadable, shadowed figures against the backdrop of the abyss. + +Max’s gaze locked onto Cain. + +For a moment—just a fraction of a second—he could swear Cain was looking straight at him, through him. + +Even from this distance. Read new chapters at freewebnovel + +Even beyond reason. + +Cain’s expression was unreadable, his voice nothing but a whisper in Max’s mind. + +"We will see each other again." + +Then— + +They stepped into the void. + +No flash. No sound. No theatrics. + +They simply disappeared. + +And in the next instant— + +The crack in the heavens sealed shut. + +Like it had never been there to begin with. + +The world returned to silence. + +Max exhaled slowly, his pulse steadying. + +But he still felt it. + +The mark on his palm. + +It didn’t burn anymore. + +But it pulsed. + +Faintly.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +Like a heartbeat. + +Like it was… alive. + +A gift, huh? + +Max clenched his fist, his expression dark. + +He wasn’t so sure. + +Envoy Lucas and the others appeared before Max, their faces solemn, eyes sharp with concern. + +"What happened?" Lucas asked. + +Max shrugged. "I won." + +Lucas let out a heavy sigh. "You’re lucky, kid. That Evan… he was on the verge of evolving into a Vesper. But for some reason, he collapsed before the transformation could complete. If he had fully evolved… you would have lost." + +Max’s expression darkened. "Vesper?" The term sounded familiar. He recalled hearing it back in the temple. They had called Veylin a Vesper too. And now Evan? + +Lucas caught the confusion on Max’s face and explained. "Nulls have three forms." + +"The first is the Mindless Beast Form—wild, instinct-driven creatures with no reason, just raw destruction. They are simply called Nulls." + +"The second is the Vesper Form—a more evolved state where they take on humanoid bodies, growing horns that signify their power." + +"And the last... is called Doomreaver." + +Max felt the weight in Lucas’s tone as he spoke the last word. + +"Doomreaver?" he repeated, the name ringing with an ominous air. + +Lucas nodded. "But that form is only a legend. No one has ever seen one. Not during the war ten thousand years ago. Not at any point in recorded history." + +Max took a deep breath, digesting the information. + +"So you’re saying Evan, before his horn appeared, was somewhere between a mindless Null and a true Vesper?" he asked, realization dawning on him. + +Lucas nodded. "Exactly. And even that incomplete form was terrifying. Imagine what a fully evolved Vesper—with two horns—could do." + +Max’s gaze hardened. The fight had already pushed him to his limits, and that wasn’t even against a true Vesper? + +"They’re right, Max." + +The voice slithered into his mind. It was the blob. + +"Ten thousand years ago, the Nulls that attacked Acaris all had two horns. And because of that, they were immeasurably stronger than Acaris’s warriors." + +Max’s frown deepened. ’Are you sure they won’t sense you right now?’ His eyes darted to the leaders, scanning their expressions for any sign of suspicion. + +"Don’t worry." The blob’s tone was grim. "I already checked. They can’t detect me." + +It hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Max, you need to be careful of these people—the Ascendants. They are directly connected to the Nulls. And that… is a very bad thing." + +Max’s fists clenched. ’I know. I’ll be careful.’ + +Lucas studied him for a moment before speaking. "Since Cain didn’t do anything to you, I presume he said something in that dome?" His eyes narrowed. + +Max met his gaze, his expression unreadable. "He wanted me to join the Ascendants. Said he’d give me a high position in their ranks. I refused. And he left." + +Kate frowned, skeptical. "He just… left? That easily?" + +Lucas shook his head. "He didn’t have a choice. None of the Ascendants could do anything to Max right now." + +Kate’s brow furrowed. "Why?" + +"Because he won the Ascension Ceremony," Lucas explained. "It’s part of the ceremony’s rules. The Ascendants cannot interfere with the victor. + +"For now… Max is untouchable." + +Then— + +Max glanced around, taking in the sheer destruction that surrounded him. + +The once-pristine Villa grounds were unrecognizable—cracked earth, shattered pillars, debris scattered like remnants of a battlefield. + +He rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry about that." His voice held an awkward edge. + +Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. "You don’t have to apologize." + +Then, he turned to the remaining guests. + +His voice carried authority, but there was an underlying seriousness to it. + +"Everyone, I, Lucas Vanitas, thank you all for welcoming me. But as you can see, the situation has changed." + +His gaze swept across the crowd. "Because of this, I must cancel the banquet." + +Murmurs erupted. Quiet conversations. Exchanged glances. + +Lucas continued. "With the direct involvement of the Young Monarch and the Nulls, the situation in the East has become urgent." + +A brief pause. + +Then, his tone hardened. + +"You may all return to your respective forces." + +It was an unspoken dismissal. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-243.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-243.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8217257 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-243.md @@ -0,0 +1,246 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 243: Unexpected Situation" +slug: "ch-243" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 243 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +One by one, the guests bowed their heads and began to leave. + +Some looked relieved. + +Others looked shaken. + +And a few… looked worried. + +Within minutes, the Villa grounds cleared. + +Only the Four Super Families and the Top Five Guilds remained. + +Lucas turned to Aurelia, Kate, and Norton. + +"Excuse me for a moment. I must report this matter immediately." + +His voice was steady, but the weight of his words hung heavy. + +"The arrival of the Ascendants… and the confirmation of their transformation into Nulls… is something that cannot be delayed." + +His eyes were sharp, his expression unreadable. + +"You may wait here or leave. Our meeting has already concluded." + +Aurelia nodded. Kate frowned. Norton looked deep in thought. + +Then, just before turning away— + +Lucas’s gaze locked onto Max. + +And for the first time since the battle ended, his expression softened. + +"Max, I hope to see you in the West Region in four months." + +Then, with a single step, he vanished into the Villa. + +Leaving Max standing there—alone with the top powers of the East. + +"Die!" + +The instant Envoy Lucas left, the atmosphere changed. + +A killing intent so sharp it was suffocating filled the air. + +Max barely had time to react. A white glowing sword shot through the air—a flash of pure, searing light. It was silent, swift, merciless. + +Too fast. + +His eyes widened. His body froze. Discover stories with freewebnovel + +Not just because of the speed—he couldn’t even see the attack. + +All he heard was that one word, laced with murderous intent. "Die." + +A chill gripped his soul. + +His Three-Dimensional Body? Useless. + +The attack had come from someone far beyond his level. + +A peak Expert Rank warrior. + +A level where the difference in speed and perception was simply unbridgeable. + +Despair crashed down on him. + +His mind screamed. He had been too careless. Too slow. Too weak. + +Was this it? + +But then— + +CRACK! + +The white blade slammed into an invisible force, sending sparks flying in all directions. + +The impact was blinding, the clash of power shattering the ground beneath them. + +Max’s breath caught in his throat. A barrier? + +A figure stepped forward. Kate. + +"Kate!" Norton’s voice roared in rage, his eyes burning with fury. "What are you doing?!" + +His killing intent didn’t waver. His grip tightened around his sword. "This kid has brought calamity to the East! If we kill him now, we can stop the disaster before it happens!" + +Kate’s face remained hard, tense. But her stance didn’t falter. "I know." Her voice was firm. "But this isn’t the way to do it." + +A heavy silence fell. + +Norton’s jaw clenched. Fury battled reason. + +This was the best opportunity to get rid of Max—no Envoy Lucas, no interference. If he hesitated now, the chance would be lost. + +His fingers twitched over his blade. Should he risk a battle here? + +Max exhaled, his heartbeat slowing. + +His hands were still shaking. + +If she hadn’t stepped in— + +He would be dead. + +Just as the tension thickened, as the air buzzed with the weight of battle— + +Kheonne moved. + +No hesitation. No sound. + +One second, she stood still. The next, she was gone. + +Max barely had a moment to breathe before cold steel kissed his neck. + +His entire body locked up. + +A blade. Right at his throat. + +A shiver crawled down his spine. He hadn’t seen her move. He hadn’t sensed her presence. + +Nothing. + +It was as if a ghost had manifested behind him, blade in hand, whispering death into his ear. + +"Good, Kheonne!" + +Norton’s laugh rang through the night, manic, filled with a cruel satisfaction. "Kill him." + +Kate’s face darkened. This was bad. + +Her gaze flickered around, scanning for Aurelia. + +But— + +She was nowhere to be found. + +Gone. + +Her heart sank. + +Not just Aurelia. The Phoenix Order Guild—vanished. + +Kate’s expression tightened, her fingers curling into fists. + +Something was very, very wrong. + +"Norton, Kheonne, you two are going too far." + +Ralph Thorne’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. His frown was deep, his eyes sharp with cold authority. "We all know the East isn’t ready for war, but what you’re doing right now? It’s nothing more than acting like the Young Monarch’s lapdogs. Or…" + +His tone darkened, his gaze narrowing. "Should I ask if you two have already betrayed the East?" + +The words struck like a whip. + +Norton and Kheonne stiffened. Their expressions flickered—a flash of hesitation. + +For a split second, doubt crept into their eyes. + +But it was gone just as fast. + +"Ralph, Garrison, you both saw what Max did," Norton shot back, his voice sharp as steel. "He directly defied the Young Monarch. And in doing so, he has doomed the entire East Region." + +His fists clenched. "You know as well as I do—the Monarch will retaliate. And when he does, the East won’t stand a chance." + +Then, his voice lowered, filled with conviction. "Killing Max is our only chance. His death would surely appease the Young Monarch." + +The silence was heavy. + +Then— + +Ralph shook his head. Slowly. Deliberately. + +Then his face hardened, his voice turning ruthless. "Look around." + +Norton’s brow furrowed. "What?" + +But then—he looked. + +And his expression froze. + +His eyes narrowed into slits. + +Something was wrong. + +The Blade Family geniuses he had brought—Allen, Elan, and the others—were standing there, but something was off. + +Their gazes were unfocused. Their eyes blank. + +They were looking around aimlessly. Like lost souls. + +His pulse quickened. + +His head snapped toward the Evernight Family geniuses. + +And his stomach dropped. + +The same thing. + +Their expressions were vacant, their mouths slightly open, some even drooling as they stared at the sky, their minds completely detached from reality. + +A shiver crawled up Norton’s spine. + +An illusion. + +Then—realization struck. + +Max had seen it too. His eyes narrowed, understanding clicking into place. + +Ralph’s illusions. + +"If you kill Max here…" + +Ralph’s voice was low, edged with suspense. + +"Then forget about all the geniuses from your two families." + +A pause. + +Then, his voice dropped to an ice-cold whisper. + +"I will destroy their souls inside my illusions." + +Norton’s breath hitched. + +His mind raced. + +Even Kheonne who held Max hostage by her knife hesitated a little. + +Ralph’s face was utterly ruthless, his intent clear. There was no bluff. No hesitation. If Max died, so would every single genius under their banner. + +This wasn’t just a threat. + +It was a line in the sand. + +A single step forward… and there would be no turning back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-244.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-244.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b63ad3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-244.md @@ -0,0 +1,210 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 244: A Sword" +slug: "ch-244" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 244 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Norton’s fury boiled over, his brows furrowed deeply, eyes burning with barely contained rage. "Why are you going this far for someone you barely know?" His voice was sharp, demanding an answer. + +Ralph merely shrugged, his expression indifferent. "I just don’t like what you’re doing." + +His tone was casual, almost dismissive, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words. "Max made a mistake. He should be taught a lesson. But outright killing him? That accomplishes nothing." + +Then, his lips curled slightly. A gleam flickered in his eyes—sharp, dangerous. + +"Or…" Ralph tilted his head slightly, his voice smooth, taunting. "You can ignore me and kill him anyway." + +The implication hung thick in the air. + +Max stood still, watching everything unfold. His heart pounded. + +He wasn’t blind to the reality of the situation—he was inches from death. One wrong move, one bad decision, and he’d be a corpse before he could even react. + +But… + +There was still hope. + +Because Ralph was standing on his side. + +And that meant—he still had a chance. + +Norton’s face darkened. His rage simmered beneath the surface, barely contained. + +He hadn’t expected this. + +Someone from one of the Four Super Families—one of the true pillars of power in the East—siding with Max? + +And he wasn’t the only one hesitating. + +Kheonne’s grip on her blade tightened, her eyes flickering with doubt. She had brought the strongest geniuses of her family here, thinking they would have some exchange with the geniuses from the Lost Continent. + +But now? + +Now they were hostages. + +One wrong move, and Ralph would wipe them out in an instant. + +And for what? Max’s life? + +It wasn’t worth it. + +She let out a slow breath, her decision made. + +"I’m backing down." + +The words were final. + +She withdrew the blade from Max’s neck, stepping away slowly, deliberately, toward her people. + +"Kheonne!" + +Norton’s shout exploded through the air, his frustration bleeding into fury. His plan was unraveling right in front of him. + +But Kheonne only shook her head. "Are you willing to exchange the lives of your family’s geniuses just to kill Max?" Her voice was calm, firm. "If so, then go ahead." + +Silence. + +Norton’s hands clenched into fists. His jaw tightened as his gaze flickered—between Max, between the hostages, between the path of killing and the weight of reason. + +His entire body radiated frustration. + +"Have you all forgotten about me?" + +A voice—calm, deep, laced with an unsettling confidence. + +The masked man stepped forward, his presence alone shifting the atmosphere. Dark energy crackled around him. Black flames oozed from his form, twisting and writhing like living shadows. + +Max exhaled, his shoulders loosening just slightly. Relief. + +Norton, however, cursed under his breath. His lips pressed into a tight line, his patience hanging by a thread. + +The masked man stopped in front of Max, standing tall between him and Norton. His voice carried a casual defiance. + +"Norton, let’s not pretend." His head tilted slightly. "We all know you’re doing this just to earn favor with the Young Monarch." + +His tone didn’t waver, didn’t rise. Controlled. Dangerous. + +"But let’s be real." + +The black flames flared, warping the air around them. The sheer pressure from his presence caused the ground beneath him to crack slightly. + +"With us here, you can’t kill him. And at the very least—" his masked face turned toward Norton, his voice dropping to something darker, heavier—"I won’t let you kill him." + +Silence. + +Norton’s eyes locked onto the masked man. His gaze then flickered toward Max. + +Stay tuned with freewebnovel + +Nobody could tell what he was thinking. + +But the air tightened. + +A single spark, a single wrong word, and this fragile moment would collapse into bloodshed. + +"I will take Max away and give him the punishment he deserves." + +Kate’s voice rang clear as she stepped forward, her tone calm but firm. She walked toward Max, her presence commanding yet controlled. + +Norton’s gaze snapped to her, his expression unreadable, but his fingers twitched slightly—hesitation. + +But before Kate could reach him— + +A blur of movement. + +Someone else appeared in front of Max. + +Aurelia. + +Her presence was like a quiet storm—unshaken, unyielding. + +"Since Max is a member of the Phoenix Order Guild," she said smoothly, her voice steady, controlled. "I shall handle everything, including his punishment." + +Her words were absolute. + +Max frowned, his gaze lingering on Aurelia. + +Something about her felt off. + +She disappeared when Norton attacked and now she was here. + +’What is she planning?’ + +Ever since they met, there had always been an air of mystery surrounding her, a feeling that she was hiding something—something deep. + +He didn’t why he felt about her that way. + +But he did. + +Maybe it was related to her deduction of him being Freya’s brother. + +Her suspicion. + +And her speculations on what she had mentioned to him last month. + +He knew it wasn’t enough to judge someone’s character. + +Yet that was enough to tell him she wasn’t what she seemed. + +There was more to Aurelia than she let on. + +Much more. + +"Aurelia, are you trying to get your guild exterminated or what?!" + +Norton’s voice boomed, filled with fury. "You shouldn’t interfere in this matter!" + +But Aurelia didn’t flinch. + +She simply shook her head, her expression unreadable. "It doesn’t matter." + +In one smooth motion, she reached into her storage ring and drew a sword. + +A light blue blade, gleaming with a soft, eerie glow. + +Max’s body tensed. Something felt wrong. + +Then, she turned to him. + +"Max, you have done something that brought calamity to the entire East Region, and that’s why…" + +She paused. + +Max frowned. Something about the way she said it… the way she stopped— + +Before he could react— + +PAIN. + +Like a bolt of lightning searing through his body. + +His breath hitched. His vision blurred. + +Blood—warm, thick—spilled from his lips. + +A sharp ache spread through his torso, radiating outward like an explosion. + +His body froze. + +Slowly, shakily, he looked down. + +The blue sword was buried deep in his stomach. + +His own blood dripped along the blade, pooling onto the ground. + +His mind reeled. + +No… + +This wasn’t happening. + +His hands trembled, reaching for the wound. He could feel the cold steel lodged deep inside him. Real. It was real. + +His breath came in ragged gasps as he slowly lifted his head, forcing himself to look at Aurelia. + +His voice was weak, strained. "Why…?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-245.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-245.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..116b73b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-245.md @@ -0,0 +1,294 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 245: A Choice" +slug: "ch-245" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 245 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1109 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Aurelia sneered. + +"Why?" Her voice was sharp, filled with something cruel. "Because you brought a calamity to the entire East Region. And to my guild." + +Her eyes narrowed, emotionless. + +"I could ignore the East. But my guild? No." + +She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing his ear. Her next words were a whisper, but they cut deeper than any blade. + +"It’s also revenge. For your sister’s betrayal." + +Max’s eyes widened. + +No. No. No. + +His heart pounded as realization slammed into him like a hammer. + +"YOU—!" + +His voice cracked. His vision swam. He coughed violently, more blood spilling from his lips. + +His body shook. His knees buckled. + +If not for his ridiculously strong physique, he would have died instantly. + +But even with his strength—he could feel it. + +His body was failing. + +And the worst part? + +The pain in his chest wasn’t from the wound. + +It was from betrayal. + +"AURELIA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" + +The silence shattered. + +Ralph’s voice roared through the battlefield, shaking everyone from their stupor. His expression was one of pure disbelief. Shock. Rage. Horror. + +"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" + +His face contorted, his body trembling. He hadn’t seen this coming. No one had. + +Kate’s eyes were wide, frozen in place. Even she—who had been wary, who had sensed something was off—had never expected this. + +Reality was crueler than expectations. + +And then— + +"HAHAHAHA!" + +Laughter. Wild, unhinged. + +Norton. + +He grinned like a madman, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good, Aurelia. Very good." + +His voice dripped with approval, with amusement. "I’ve always known that out of all the leaders in the East, you were the one I couldn’t quite figure out. But now? Now I see… You’re just like me." + +He took a step forward. + +"You’d do anything to protect the East Region." + +Aurelia’s gaze remained steady. Cold. Unwavering. + +She ignored Norton. Ignored Ralph. Ignored Kate. + +Her focus was solely on Max. + +She tightened her grip on the sword still lodged in his stomach. + +And then, without hesitation— + +"Die!" + +She thrust the blade forward, aiming to destroy him completely. + +A clean kill. + +A final execution. + +But— + +"I WON’T ALLOW IT!" + +Discover hidden stories at freewebnovel + +Kate moved. + +Her hand snapped forward, and in an instant— + +A concentrated sphere of space aura tore through the air. + +It shot straight at Max. + +Faster than thought. + +At the same time— + +Aurelia’s sword plunged forward. + +But— + +Max vanished when the sphere of concentrated space aura hit him. + +One moment, the blade was about to tear through him completely. + +The next— + +He was gone. + +A sudden vacuum of silence followed. + +The sword pierced only empty space. + +"He’s gone…" + +Aurelia’s voice was quiet, but there was no uncertainty in it. She turned to Kate, her eyes sharp. + +"Where did you send him?" + +Kate’s gaze was cold, unwavering. + +"I don’t know," she said bluntly. "I hit him with a concentrated ball of space aura containing my teleportation skill. He could be anywhere in the East Region." + +Aurelia exhaled slowly, her expression unreadable. + +"Because of you, he escaped," she said, her tone measured. "But it doesn’t matter." + +Her eyes narrowed slightly. + +"He won’t survive for long." + +A pause. + +Then, her voice turned colder. + +"Others would have already died from a wound like that. But he held on." + +A slight shift in her expression—analyzing, calculating. + +"Still… he won’t last much longer considering his injuries." + +Kate’s frown deepened. The sheer ruthlessness in Aurelia’s voice… + +She had never seen this side of hers. + +This was beyond expectation. + +Kate opened her mouth, about to say something— + +Then froze. + +Her breath hitched. + +Something in the sky… changed. + +Her head snapped upward, eyes widening in shock. + +A shadow. + +Faint. Faint but undeniable. + +A face. + +A vague silhouette, forming within the shifting clouds, its presence lingering like a distant omen. + +But Kate knew exactly what it was. + +Who it was. + +Her pulse quickened. + +The Young Monarch. + +The image wasn’t as clear as the last two times. But for someone at her level, there was no mistaking it. + +The others… they wouldn’t see it. + +They wouldn’t even feel the strange, oppressive pressure radiating from the sky. + +But Kate could. + +Someone of her level would would surely notice this. + +And she knew— + +This wasn’t a coincidence. + +"You all did a good job driving Max away." + +The voice rumbled through the sky, deep and unwavering. It carried authority, a weight that pressed down only on the leaders of the East Region. + +Others couldn’t hear him. + +The Young Monarch. + +His faint shadow still lingered in the clouds, his presence undeniable. + +"Especially you, Aurelia." + +A pause. + +"I expected you to shield Max, but I underestimated you." + +His tone carried something unsettling—a mix of amusement and approval. + +"And because of you all, I won’t be declaring war on the East. Not anytime soon." + +Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared— + +The face dissolved. + +The clouds shifted back to normal, and the sky returned to its usual stillness. + +But the weight of his words remained. + +Kate’s frown deepened, her expression growing solemn. + +She turned to Ralph. "From the looks of it…" she spoke quietly, her voice tense, "The Young Monarch knows where my teleportation skill sent Max." + +Ralph’s face darkened. + +"That’s bad." + +His hands clenched into fists. "Max is already heavily injured—on the verge of death. If the Monarch’s forces find him in this state…" + +His voice turned grim. + +He didn’t hesitate. + +"I’ll send my family to find him." + +With those final words, he turned and hurried away. + +Meanwhile, Norton let out a harsh snort. + +"That kid is as good as dead." + +He smirked, shaking his head. + +"Injuries that deep? He can’t even move. And now the Monarch’s people are hunting him?" + +A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he turned away, walking toward his family. + +"This game is already over." + +A heavy silence settled over them, thick with unspoken tension. + +Then— + +"I will take my leave." + +The leader of the Black Lotus Guild spoke calmly, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. + +The moment his words fell, he and his guild members vanished—disappearing into swirling puffs of black flames. + +Kate exhaled sharply, shaking her head as she turned to Aurelia. + +"One should always look for ways before doing the worst thing." Her voice was firm, laced with quiet disappointment. + +Aurelia met her gaze, unfazed. + +"And I did just that." + +Her tone was cool, unshaken. + +With that, she too vanished, fading from the scene without another word. + +Kate sighed, her gaze lingering on the spot where Aurelia had stood. + +Then, slowly, she turned back toward her people, her thoughts shifting. + +The future of the East Region… + +It had always been uncertain. + +But now? + +Now, it felt more fragile than ever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-246.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-246.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a68f1b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-246.md @@ -0,0 +1,298 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 246: Essence Resonating Fruits" +slug: "ch-246" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 246 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1169 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s eyes blazed with hatred as he glared at Aurelia. + +He could feel it—her sword sinking deeper. + +The pain was unbearable, a fire coursing through his veins. His body screamed in agony, but worse than that… was the sheer helplessness. + +He couldn’t move. He couldn’t fight back. He could only watch. + +Then— + +A shout. + +And suddenly— + +The world spun. + +Max felt himself fall. The ground beneath him vanished, replaced by a strange sensation of weightlessness. + +Then— + +Thud! + +He landed hard on solid earth. + +His breath came in ragged gasps as his vision cleared. + +’What happened?’ + +His head snapped around, scanning his surroundings. + +A forest. + +Tall trees. Thick foliage. The scent of damp earth. He was deep inside somewhere unfamiliar. + +’Where… am I?’ + +His body was still tense, expecting an attack. But no one was here. No Aurelia. No Norton. No Ralph. + +He was alone. + +His gaze flickered down to his stomach. + +Blood was still leaking from the wound, but… not as much as it should be. + +His breathing slowed. + +And then— + +He noticed it. + +The moment Aurelia’s sword had disappeared from his body… + +His wounds had started healing. + +On their own. + +And he hadn’t even realized it. + +’Damn, my healing is insane.’ + +Max blinked, still processing the realization. His body was already repairing itself. + +It wasn’t just normal regeneration—it was something far beyond that. + +His 300 Dragon Scales were the reason. He knew that. + +But what baffled him was how he had never truly noticed the extent of his healing until now. + +Had it always been this fast? Or was it accelerating because of the injury? + +No. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. + +’I need to heal. Fast.’ + +He forced himself to push aside all distractions. + +His surroundings came into focus—the thick canopy above, casting deep shadows. The air was cool, damp. Towering trees stood close together, their dark trunks forming a natural barrier around him. + +He was hidden. For now. + +Max lowered himself, settling into a cross-legged position beneath the dense foliage. + +His healing might be powerful, but he had no control over it. The Dragon Scales’ regeneration was passive—it worked on its own, at its own pace. + +And right now, that wasn’t enough. + +’Time to use those…’ + +His thought went to his space, retrieving three golden fruits. + +The Essence Resonating Fruits. + +Their surface gleamed faintly, radiating a warm energy even in the dim light of the forest. + +These fruits weren’t just ordinary healing treasures. They could rapidly restore injuries, even ones that threatened a person’s life. + +Max had found them deep inside the temple owner’s treasury—alongside countless other treasures. + +And he had taken everything. + +Every last one. + +Right now, those stolen treasures might be the only reason he survived. + +’Let’s see how effective these fruits really are.’ + +Max didn’t hesitate. He took a bite. + +Then another. + +The entire fruit disappeared down his throat. + +The moment he swallowed the last piece— + +A warm current surged through his body. + +It was instant. Pure vitality flooded his veins, spreading like liquid sunlight. He could feel it moving—seeping into his bones, into his organs, into the very cells that had been damaged. + +His stomach tightened. The wound—once deep and brutal—began to close. + +Max’s eyes flickered. It was working. + +Without wasting a second, he grabbed the other two fruits. + +One bite. Two bites. Gone. + +The warmth intensified, rushing through him like a tidal wave. + +Then— + +His body was whole again. + +No pain. No lingering wounds. + +Max slowly stood up, stretching his limbs. Every ounce of damage—erased. + +He clenched his fists, feeling the raw energy flowing through him. + +’These fruits are lifesavers… but the real lifesaver is my 300 Dragon Scales.’ + +He knew it deep down. + +A normal person? Dead. Instantly. + +Even a top-tier warrior? They might have survived the sword, but they would have been crippled, bleeding out, hovering on the edge of death. + +But him? + +Not only had he survived the blade, but his body had already begun healing on its own the moment he was teleported. + +The Dragon Scales had prevented his death. Had kept him alive long enough to recover. + +This was the difference. + +This was the power of 300 Dragon Scales. + +’That reminds me… I only have 15 Draconic Essences.’ + +Max’s thoughts flickered to something else for a brief moment. + +It felt like ages ago when he had devoured the remains of the Dracovore and obtained those precious essences. + +Stay connected through freewebnovel + +15. + +A number that felt far too small now. + +He clenched his jaw. ’I need more.’ + +The power they gave him—the potential locked within them—was too valuable to ignore. He made up his mind. + +He would find more Draconic Essences. No matter what it took. + +But for now… + +His hands curled into fists. + +His chest tightened. + +His thoughts shifted—to her. + +’She wanted to kill me…’𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +It still felt unreal. + +Aurelia. + +Alice’s mother. + +The one he had trusted—even if cautiously. + +Had she done it because of the Monarch’s threat? Or was it truly revenge? + +Max’s expression darkened. + +His mind replayed her whisper. Cold. Sharp. Ruthless. + +"It’s also revenge for your sister’s betrayal." + +His heartbeat slowed. + +His vision dimmed with anger. + +Whatever her reasons—she had chosen to kill him. + +He had trusted her. Even when she had doubts about his identity. Even when she had been suspicious of him as Max Voidwalker. + +He had still believed—somewhere deep down—that she wouldn’t outright kill him even if she were to found he was Freya’s sister. + +However— + +He had been naïve. + +But never again. + +Max took a slow breath. + +The resentment inside him burned. + +Aurelia. The Phoenix Order. + +He wouldn’t forget this. + +Max exhaled slowly, his mind settling. + +He understood one thing clearly. + +Whatever had teleported him here… + +That was the real reason he was still alive. + +Without it—he would be dead. + +No amount of Dragon Scales or Essence Resonating Fruits would have saved him if Aurelia had pushed that blade all the way through. + +His resilience, his healing, even his instincts—none of it would have mattered. + +Because he hadn’t seen it coming. + +Because he had trusted the wrong person. + +And because Aurelia had truly meant to kill him. + +"Hmm?" + +Max’s frown suddenly deepened as his senses flared. + +His Three-Dimensional Body picked up multiple figures moving through the forest—silent, coordinated, precise. + +They were fast. Disciplined. Dangerous. + +And all of them wore hoods. + +’Monarch.’ + +He recognized them instantly. The Monarch’s people. + +But why were they here? + +He didn’t need to ask. He already knew. + +They were here for him. + +Here to kill him. + +A sharp breath left his lips. His fingers curled into tight fists. + +’Since you sent them my way…’ + +A flicker of dark amusement passed through his mind. + +The betrayal. The pain. He had been suppressing it, forcing himself to push forward. + +To survive. + +But now? + +Now, he had something to unleash his fury on. + +’I’ll make sure they don’t leave. Not a single one.’ + +A slow, dangerous smirk crept onto his face. + +His rage needed an outlet. + +And these fools had just delivered themselves to him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-247.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-247.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..25d8269 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-247.md @@ -0,0 +1,232 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 247: Assassins from the Monarch" +slug: "ch-247" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 247 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1049 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max moved swiftly, scaling a tree in a few fluid motions. His body blended into the darkness, his presence completely erased by his strong soul force. + +The sun was about to set and it was a perfect moment to blend in the leaves of the tress. + +Now hidden among the thick branches, he waited and peered down. + +A few minutes later— + +They arrived. + +The assassins from the Monarch—figures cloaked in black hoodie, moving with lethal precision—entered the area. Their eyes scanned the surroundings. Their steps were silent, calculated. + +They weren’t reckless. + +Max watched as they communicated in signals, their fingers flicking subtly as they spread out, scouting the area with methodical efficiency. + +And at that moment, Max finally got a clear look at them. + +His eyes narrowed. + +He recognized three of them. + +Abby. Billy. Jessica. + +The same ones he had fought during the dungeon break incident. + +A ghost of a smirk flickered on his lips. Familiar faces. + +But then—his gaze shifted. + +Two others. + +Their presence stood out immediately. + +They weren’t just any assassins. + +Their aura was heavier, stronger. + +Seeker Rank. + +One at Level 1. The other at Level 2. + +Max frowned. ’They sent Seekers after me?’ + +For a moment, he mused. + +He was supposed to be a heavily injured kid. + +Left barely alive. + +And yet, the Young Monarch hadn’t underestimated him. Not even slightly. + +’He truly is one ruthless person.’ + +His smirk widened. + +Max was about to move. + +His muscles tensed, his body poised to strike from the shadows. + +Then— + +He froze. + +’There’s another one?’ + +His breath slowed. His senses sharpened. + +It wasn’t just a feeling. His Three-Dimensional Body had definitely picked up something—someone. + +But this person wasn’t with the five assassins below. + +They were farther. Watching. Waiting. Hidden. + +And that wasn’t the worst part. + +Max’s skin prickled with unease. A chill ran down his spine. + +He focused again, trying to see their strength. + +But— + +Nothing. + +He couldn’t gauge their strength. + +At his level, that only meant one thing—this person was far stronger than him. + +Not on the level of the Four Super Families or the Top Five Guild Leaders, but still… + +Dangerous. + +’Middle levels of Seeker Rank? Maybe the peak?’ + +His expressions darkened. + +He had complete confidence in his abilities. If he went all out, he could take down a Level 2 Seeker Rank opponent. + +But anything beyond that? + +He’d have to run. + +’I can’t fight recklessly here.’ + +Max forced himself to stay still, his mind working fast. + +A plan. He needed a plan. + +The five assassins were already a problem. Two Seeker Rank experts among them made this a high-risk battle. + +But the real issue? + +The unknown presence. + +A potential Peak Seeker Rank expert lurking just beyond sight, watching. Waiting. + +That was far more dangerous than the ones actively searching for him. + +But what bothered Max the most— + +Why was this person hiding? + +If they were here to kill him, why not move openly like the others? + +Were they waiting for something? Studying him? + +Or— + +Had they not sensed his presence? + +Max’s brows furrowed. + +’Hey, blob, with my soul force hiding my presence, who can still sense me?’ + +He needed to know. Now. + +"Currently, you are in the Orange Soul Stage." + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. + +’There are different levels for souls too?’ + +This was new. He had never heard of anything like this before. + +The blob chuckled. + +"The Lower Domain might not know about the different levels of Soul Force, but they do exist." + +Then, it began explaining. + +"They, from weakest to strongest, are: Red Soul, Orange Soul, Yellow Soul, Green Soul, Blue Soul, Black Soul, and lastly, the White Soul." + +It added, "Most people in the East Region are at the Red Soul stage, but some possess strong Soul Force while others have very weak Soul Force within the same stage. There are only a handful of individuals who possess an Orange Soul, and they are the leaders of the Top Five Guilds and Four Super Families." + +"When you absorbed my master’s Soul Force, your own increased tremendously and reached the Orange Soul stage," the blob concluded. + +Max was flabbergasted. ’You mean to say my Soul Force is at the same level as the leaders of the East Region?’ + +Continue reading stories on freewebnovel + +"There is nothing shocking about it," the blob said with a smirk. "When my master was at the very peak of his power, he was just one step away from reaching the White Soul. You absorbed a portion of his Soul Force, so it was only natural that your own would increase significantly. It isn’t surprising that you’ve reached the Orange Soul stage." + +It added, "Moreover, there are only two scenarios where a person’s Soul Force increases significantly. One is before reaching the Adept Rank, when they open their Soul Palace, and the other is at the Expert Rank, where the current leaders of the Valora Continent stand." + +Max nodded in understanding, but he was still somewhat shocked that his Soul Force was this strong. + +But soon his thoughts sharpened, his smirk growing. + +’With my Soul Force at the Orange Soul stage…’ + +The Peak Seeker Rank assassin hiding in the shadows— + +’Couldn’t sense me.’ + +Their Soul Force would still be at Red Soul stage, like the rest of the East Region. There was no way they could detect his presence. + +Which meant… + +’The five assassins searching for me are just bait.’ + +A trap. + +A calculated setup designed to force him into revealing himself. + +The Monarch’s forces had come prepared—far more prepared than he had initially thought. + +But now, he understood the game. + +They were expecting him to panic. To fight. To run. + +But Max grinned. + +’If they think I’ll play by their rules… they’re dead wrong.’ + +Now that he understood their plan, the game had changed. + +They thought they were hunting him. + +They had no idea… + +He was about to hunt them. + +His eyes locked onto his first targets.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +Abby. Billy. Jessica. + +All three were at the Peak of Adept Rank—strong, but not strong enough. + +More importantly—he knew them. + +He had fought them before. He knew their skills and abilities. + +They were his easiest kills. + +But it had to be fast. + +Swift. Silent. Merciless. + +Before the hidden Seeker Rank assassin lurking in the distance could react— + +He would have to be done. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-248.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-248.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddc6db3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-248.md @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 248: Death for a Death" +slug: "ch-248" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 248 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1021 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max moved silently through the trees, his body flickering between the shadows. Sometimes he flew, sometimes he leaped—never staying in one place for too long. + +He closed in. + +His first target. + +A green-haired young man sitting atop a humanoid monster, its lifeless eyes scanning the area. + +Max recognized him immediately. + +Billy. + +Not too far away, Abby and Jessica were also searching for him—positioned apart, unaware of each other’s blind spots. + +Above, the two Seeker Rank assassins hovered in the air, scanning the forest below. Their eyes sharp. Their senses tense. + +But their search pattern was flawed. + +They were scattered. + +And that was their mistake. + +But it was a— + +A perfect opportunity. + +For Max. + +Billy was alone, his back turned. + +Max’s mind flickered. + +’This guy can control any monster with that green goo-like substance…’ + +He had seen it firsthand. + +If Billy got the chance to fight back, things could get tricky. + +He had to die instantly. + +No time for struggle. No time for sound. + +Max’s fingers flickered. + +He chose his method. + +Lightning Needle. + +A soft hum echoed through his veins as he compressed raw lightning into a razor-thin, needle-like shape. + +No sound. No warning. + +Just pure, concentrated death. + +Max took aim. + +Then— + +He struck. + +The Lightning Needle tore through the air, invisible to the untrained eye. + +Silent. Swift. Merciless. + +It wasn’t just a simple attack—it carried 30% of Fusion State Aura combined with the Level 3 Lightning Aura, condensing devastating power into a pinpoint strike. + +In an instant— + +It reached Billy. + +He didn’t even flinch. + +Didn’t even have time to blink. + +The needle pierced his skull. + +A perfect, clean hole. + +No scream. No resistance. + +THUD! + +His lifeless body collapsed. + +And with him— + +The humanoid monster beneath him also fell, its body twitching before going completely still. + +Then— + +Silence shattered. + +The others snapped their heads toward the sound. + +Abby and Jessica turned sharply, their eyes narrowing. + +Above, the two Seeker Rank assassins halted mid-air, scanning the area. + +Tension spiked. + +They knew something was wrong. + +But— + +Find exclusive stories on Freewebnovel + +Max was already moving. + +One down. + +And the hunt wasn’t over. + +*** + +"NO! BILLY!" + +Abby’s scream tore through the forest, raw with grief. + +She ran, her heart pounding, her breath short. + +Then— + +She froze. + +Billy lay sprawled on the ground, motionless. + +A bloody hole marked the center of his skull, dark crimson leaking from the wound. A pool of blood spread beneath him, staining the earth. + +Her fists clenched. + +Her body shook. + +He was dead. + +Jessica arrived a moment later, her expression grim. + +She took a single glance at the body—her instincts screaming. + +"He’s dead." + +Her voice was calm, but her eyes weren’t. + +They were filled with shock. + +With fear. + +Then, she muttered—almost as if refusing to believe it. + +"But how is this possible?" + +Max was supposed to be heavily injured. Hiding. Weak. Desperate to heal. + +That’s what their intel said. + +That’s what they were told. + +This was supposed to be an easy kill. + +A wounded target. A simple execution. + +But now— + +A casualty. + +Not just an injury. + +Not just an attack. + +A full assassination. + +And worse— + +None of them even noticed it happen. + +A chill settled over them. + +Something was very, very wrong. + +The tension thickened as two new figures descended into the scene. + +Two Seeker Rank experts. + +One was a middle-aged man with a scarred face, his eyes sharp with a hardened, merciless gaze. + +The other, a man with long hair, carried himself with calculated caution. + +They both saw Billy’s lifeless corpse. + +Their expressions darkened. + +"He must be around here. Search for him!" + +The scarred man barked the order, his voice heavy with authority. + +But— + +The long-haired man, Aron, didn’t move immediately. + +Instead, he stared at Billy’s corpse, his brows furrowing. + +Then, he spoke, his tone lower, laced with doubt. + +"Wait. I don’t think it’s Max." + +The others turned to him, puzzled. + +"He’s supposed to be injured. Hiding somewhere. Healing." + +His gaze remained locked on the clean kill. + +"Billy was taken out in one move. Even if Max somehow managed to move, he wouldn’t be at his peak. There’s no way he could have done this." + +A moment of silence. + +The scarred man snorted. + +"You think too much, Aron." His voice carried a dismissive edge. "Not just anyone would dare to kill someone from the Monarch." + +Aron’s frown deepened. + +But after a moment, he sighed, then turned toward the others. + +"Alright. We don’t know who killed Billy, but whoever it is… they’re still nearby. Search for them." + +Then, his expression grew serious. + +"And if you find them—don’t engage. Shout first." + +The order was clear. + +They were being cautious now. + +But it was already too late. + +Max watched everything. + +From his hidden vantage point, his Three-Dimensional Body tracked their every movement. + +The five assassins were on high alert, spreading out cautiously. Their expressions grim, tense. + +They were searching for him. + +But Max wasn’t just watching them. + +He was also looking for the real threat—the Peak Seeker Rank assassin lurking in the distance. + +Yet—he was gone. + +The place where Max had sensed him before was now empty. + +’He must be searching for me.’ + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. + +If his Three-Dimensional Body couldn’t detect the assassin anymore, that meant one thing— + +He was still far. + +Not close to the others. + +Not close enough to interfere. + +Max’s smile deepened. + +’Let him search.’ + +For now, that didn’t matter. + +What mattered—was another kill. + +His gaze locked onto his next target. + +Abby. + +The green-haired young woman. Billy’s sister. + +Her expression was twisted in grief, her body tense with fury. + +But Max felt nothing. + +No pity. No remorse. + +He didn’t care that he had killed her brother. + +And he wouldn’t care when he killed her next. + +Because they were from Monarch. + +Slaughterers. Executioners. Monsters in human skin. + +They had razed cities without hesitation. They took what they wanted. Killed who they wanted. + +To them, lives meant nothing. + +So why should he spare them? + +They came to kill him. + +That was enough. + +His code was simple. + +If they came for his life—then they should be prepared to lose their own. + +Max’s fingers twitched. + +It was time. + +He would strike again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-249.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-249.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1de64ce --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-249.md @@ -0,0 +1,386 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 249: Let the play begin" +slug: "ch-249" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 249 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1261 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max moved like a shadow, trailing Abby through the treetops. + +His movements were fluid, silent. The leaves didn’t rustle. The branches didn’t creak. He was a ghost above her, waiting. Watching. + +Through his Three-Dimensional Body, he constantly checked everyone else’s position. + +He wasn’t just hunting—he was making sure he wasn’t the one being hunted. + +For minutes, he followed her. + +Every step. Every turn. + +He noticed something. + +A pattern. + +She kept a consistent distance from the others—never too far, but never too close. + +Enough to be "alone," but not enough to lose sight of them. + +Then— + +She reached a secluded spot. + +Completely out of sight from the rest. + +Max prepared to strike. + +His muscles tensed, lightning flickered at his fingertips. + +Then—he stopped. + +A flicker of doubt crept into his mind. + +’Is she baiting me?’ + +His eyes narrowed. + +It was too perfect. + +Recalling her movements, she had maintained just enough distance—not enough to seem unnatural, but enough that she could lure someone in. + +And now? + +Now she was suddenly in a spot where nobody could see her. + +Or heard her. + +It was suspicious. + +Max didn’t move. + +Instead, he waited. + +He would test her. + +Because if she was bait— + +He’d make sure the trap backfired. + +"What are you waiting for?! Attack me!" + +Abby’s shout rang through the forest, her voice raw with fury. + +Max’s frown deepened. + +’Can she sense me?’ + +He remained still. Watching. Waiting. + +But then— + +"You killed my twin brother… You might as well kill me." + +Tears streamed down her face as she looked around, her body trembling. + +She cried openly, her voice breaking, grief pouring from her. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. + +But then—she made a mistake. + +A fatal mistake. + +"If you don’t kill me here… I swear I will kill each and every member of the Phoenix Order Guild." + +Her voice turned venomous, her breath shaking with rage. + +Max’s heartbeat slowed. + +His pupils shrank slightly. + +Then she added— + +"After that, I’ll find that bitch. What was her name again? Alice." + +Max’s expression darkened instantly. + +"You saved her, right?" Her voice dripped with cruelty. "And I heard you’re very close to her." + +A wicked grin spread across her tear-streaked face. + +"Then I’ll make sure she begs me for her death." + +Max’s fist clenched. + +"I’ll make her fate worse than death." + +Abby laughed wickedly, her voice filled with mockery. + +She waited. + +Waited for Max to break. + +Waited for him to lose himself in rage. + +But— + +Nothing happened. + +Seconds passed. + +Then minutes. + +And still, Max did not show himself. + +Her smile twitched. + +"What? Can’t kill someone without a sneak attack?" Her voice carried a hint of frustration. "Is the so-called strongest genius only capable of sneak attacks?" + +The forest remained silent. + +Then— + +"I’m right here." + +A voice. Calm. Cold. Lethal. + +Behind her. + +Abby’s body stiffened. + +Her eyes widened. + +She whirled around— + +And there he was. + +Max. + +Standing right behind her, his presence unshaken. + +For the briefest moment, her expression froze in pure shock. + +Then— + +Rage. + +Uncontrollable, bloodthirsty rage. + +Her teeth clenched. Her breath turned ragged. Her fingers trembled. + +"It really is you." + +Her lips curled back. + +"You killed my brother! DIE!" + +The ground erupted. + +Green vines exploded from the earth, bursting forth like awakened serpents. + +They lashed out, twisting violently around Max’s legs, then his torso, constricting like iron chains. + +Their texture was rough, unnatural. The leafy tendrils tightened with each passing second, as if they had a will of their own. + +The vines crushed down. + +Max didn’t move. + +Didn’t flinch. + +Didn’t even blink. + +His expression remained cold. Empty. + +"Die, die, die!" + +Abby’s maniacal laughter echoed through the forest as her hand clenched into a fist. + +The vines obeyed. + +They tightened. + +They constricted. + +The tendrils wrapped around Max’s body like iron coils, pressing down with overwhelming force. Bones creaked. Flesh compressed. + +But— + +Max did not scream. + +He did not struggle. + +He did not even blink. + +Instead, his voice was calm. Cold. Unshaken. + +"You are foolish." + +Abby’s grin widened. + +"Hmph! Say that after I kill you!" + +Her fingers twitched, and the vines squeezed even harder. + +The pressure was enough to snap steel. Enough to crush boulders. + +Yet— + +Max’s expression remained the same. + +And then— + +Another voice. + +"You are indeed very foolish." + +It came from behind her. + +Abby’s breath hitched. + +Her eyes widened. + +Before she could even turn— + +Agonizing pain. + +Like fire ripping through her insides. + +She gasped—blood pooling in her mouth. + +And then—she saw it. + +A hand. + +Emerging from her stomach. + +Dripping with molten lava. + +Her body trembled. Her vision blurred. + +Max’s voice whispered next to her ear. + +"I never intended to spare any of you." + +His tone was flat. Emotionless. Absolute. + +"I was going to give you all a quick death." Your next read awaits at Freewebnovel + +He leaned in slightly. + +"But for you—I’ll make an exception. Devour." + +Black flames erupted. + +They devoured her instantly. + +Her screams barely lasted a few seconds. + +Then— + +Nothing remained. + +Only ashes. + +Then, a familiar sensation flooded into Max’s body. + +Power. + +Pure, raw power. + +Then— + +[Physique increased by 9.] + +[Soul increased by 4.] + +[Energy increased by 22.] + +Max exhaled slowly. + +He felt it. + +A surge of energy, like he had consumed something divine. + +The power of devouring. + +He didn’t like to use this ability on humans but he wasn’t against it entirely. + +As Abby’s body was reduced to ashes, the other Max—the one bound by the vines—landed lightly on the ground. + +The moment Abby died, the vines around him lost all strength, going completely limp. + +Max turned his gaze toward the clone, watching as it stood there—still, untouched, unharmed. + +Then, a small smirk played on his lips. + +’This Lightning Shadow Clone is too realistic.’ + +The second move of the Ten Hands of Lightning God—Lightning Shadow Clone. + +Unlike traditional clones, this wasn’t an illusion. + +It was real. + +A body made entirely of lightning. + +The clone had weight, presence, and physical form. It could fool enemies into believing it was truly him. + +And if he wished— + +He could dissolve it. + +If he did, the clone would detonate into a lightning explosion, powerful enough to blast a small crater into the earth. + +But—it wasn’t without flaws. + +The clone couldn’t act independently. It wasn’t intelligent. + +He had to be within ten meters of it—if he moved beyond that range, the clone would disperse instantly. + +It constantly drained his mana to maintain its form—if he stopped supplying energy, it would revert into pure lightning. + +No skills. No techniques. The clone was just that—a puppet of his own body. + +It was a tool—but a powerful one. + +And it had just played its role perfectly. + +But its most important play had yet to begin. + +Max’s grip tightened on his clone. + +Then—he vanished. + +A moment later, he reappeared above a tree, high above Jessica with his clone. + +His gaze flickered. + +Every detail had to be perfect. + +With swift, practiced movements, he began his preparations. + +He changed the clone’s tattered t-shirt to the exact one he had worn when Aurelia’s sword had pierced him. + +He cut his own skin, drawing fresh blood, and soaked the shirt with it. + +He dripped blood onto the ground below the tree, scattering small droplets to look as if someone had collapsed here. + +He smeared a little on the bark, enough to make it look like he had leaned against the tree while injured. + +He positioned the clone, making it appear weakened, slumped against the trunk. + +Then, he disappeared again, relocating to another tree—one where he had a perfect vantage point. + +Max’s grin widened. + +’Let the play begin.’ + +Now, it was only a matter of time. + +Jessica would find "him." + +And when she did… \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-25.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-25.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6442f40 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-25.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 25: Black Dragon" +slug: "ch-25" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 25 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1270 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Dragon..." Max whispered, his voice trembling with shock and disbelief. His eyes widened, and his mouth hung slightly open as he stared at the massive figure floating before him. His face was a picture of pure astonishment, struggling to process the impossible sight in front of him. + +The scene before him was nothing short of majestic. + +In front of a small hill leading to a cave, a massive black dragon hovered in the air. Its serpentine body was covered in pitch-black scales that shimmered faintly, reflecting the dim light like polished obsidian. + +Black flames enveloped its entire body, flickering and dancing ominously, making it appear even more menacing and otherworldly. + +However, its overall size wasn't that large—almost the same size as the level 9 lava serpent standing beside Max. + +'What is a dragon doing here?' Max frowned, but when he saw its strength, his eyes widened with astonishment. 'Level 10 Novice Rank!' + +"How could it be level 10?" he muttered in shock. As far as he knew, only a boss-ranked monster in an F-rank dungeon would have the strength of level 10. Other than that, no monster would possess such a level of power. + +'This dungeon is full of mysteries,' Max mused, glancing at the level 9 lava serpent beside him. It seemed to have lost its edge after leading him here and had become as docile as a dog. + +'But why did it lead me here?' Max contemplated, looking at the black dragon from afar before his attention was caught by the cave just behind the dragon. + +It was then that he saw black flames flowing from inside the cave to the outside, connecting to the black dragon. + +"Hiss!" "Hiss!" + +The lava serpent frequently turned its head toward the cave, as if signaling that something valuable was hidden there. + +Max looked at the lava serpent solemnly. "You brought me here because you want to buy your life in exchange for whatever is in that cave?" + +The lava serpent stared at Max blankly at his question. + +"Sigh, forget it." Max facepalmed himself and shook his head wryly. For a moment, he had forgotten he was speaking to a lava serpent, a monster. + +He then turned his attention back to the cave and pondered. 'According to the level 9 lava serpent, there must be something extremely precious inside that cave. Otherwise, it wouldn't have brought me here in exchange for its life.' He was sure of it. + +Moreover, the black flames coming from the cave and connecting to the black dragon made Max suspect that whatever treasure awaited him inside was linked to the black dragon in front of him. + +'Should I fight?' Max wondered about his chances against a level 10 monster, though he had complete confidence in himself. Even if he couldn't kill the monster, he wouldn't lose either. + +After coming to this dungeon and fighting against level 6, level 7, and level 8 monsters, Max realized that his level 100 skills were far too strong for an F-rank dungeon. + +He could literally one-shot any monster in this dungeon with his level 100 magic bullet, and even if he couldn't kill them in one shot, what about 100 bullets? What about the fusion bullets formed by combining two or more magic bullets? + +"Though I've heard there's a major difference in power between level 9 and level 10," Max muttered, eager to see if his strength had reached the level 10 Novice Rank. + +With that thought in mind, Max aimed and fired a normal magic bullet at the black dragon. + +WHOOSH! + +A beam of blue light tore through the air and hit the black dragon, only to pass through its body and strike the hill behind it. + +"What? My bullet didn't have any effect?" Max was shocked, but before he could think of a reason, the black dragon turned its head toward him. + +Its head, adorned with two long horns, twisted toward him, and it roared. + +"ROOOAAARR!" + +The dragon's roar reverberated throughout the entire charred forest. + +"It's coming toward me!" Max's eyes narrowed as he immediately drew his sword, which began to shine with a light blue color. He slashed down with one clean strike as the dragon neared him. + +BANG! + +Max felt as if his sword had hit an iron wall, forcing him back several steps from the collision. However, his attack wasn't in vain. The black dragon was also pushed back several steps. + +But the most important thing for Max was that his sword strike had managed to hit the black dragon, unlike his magic bullet. + +"Let me try again." Max aimed at the black dragon and fired another magic bullet. + +SWISH! + +The bullet hit the black dragon, only to pass through its body once again. + +"Again it passed through," Max muttered, frowning. But he noticed something that piqued his interest. When the bullet struck the black dragon's body, the spot where the bullet hit briefly turned into black flames before returning to normal. + +"Black flames," Max contemplated and understood what was happening. From what he gathered, the black dragon wasn't a real dragon but something composed of black flames, which seemed to be leaking from the cave behind it. + +'Maybe that's why my magic bullets couldn't hit it. As for my sword...' Max mused, noticing the light blue glow around his sword. 'It's probably because of the Sword Aura that my sword was able to strike it.' + +"ROAR!" + +At that moment, the black dragon attacked again, unleashing a torrent of black fire from its maw. The flames surged toward Max like a raging inferno. + +Max darted from one spot to another, nimbly evading the onslaught. He ducked behind trees, leaped over boulders, and, with the help of his Swift Dash skill, maneuvered with precision. Each step was calculated, each move seamless, as he skillfully dodged the deadly flames that scorched everything in their path. + +"It's time for my attack." He smiled and, using Swift Dash, swiftly closed the distance between them and appeared at the side of the black dragon. + +"Fury Strike." Max immediately unleashed the more powerful skill he possessed. + +Hundreds of sword shadows streaked through the air like a relentless storm, converging on the black dragon. They struck its scales with a barrage of sharp impacts, creating a symphony of clangs and sparks that danced across its impenetrable body. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! + +The black dragon was pushed back several steps, but his attack didn't manage to injure it. All his sword shadows were blocked by the dragon's scales, rendering Max's attack useless. + +"More," Max intended to attack again. However, just as he was about to strike, something happened to the black dragon: black flames consumed its entire body. + +He hurriedly retreated, not wanting to get caught in those horrendous black flames. + +"What happened?" Max muttered, frowning as he looked at the cloud of black flames. The black dragon was no longer visible, but the cloud of black flames floated ominously just above the ground. + +"You did well, human." A very aged and rough voice came from the cloud, catching Max off guard for a moment. + +"Who are you?" Max asked tensely, feeling an intense pressure emanating from the black cloud. + +"Me?" The voice echoed softly before the cloud dispersed, unveiling a man holding a sword in his hand. He appeared to be in his fifties, his white hair stark against the backdrop of the fading mist. Despite his age, there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes—sharp and unyielding—exuding an aura that sent a shiver of caution through Max. + +However, the man was pitch black like the black flames and the black dragon from before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-250.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-250.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d6439bd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-250.md @@ -0,0 +1,346 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 250: An Unexpected Turn of Events" +slug: "ch-250" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 250 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Jessica moved cautiously, her every step measured. + +Her mind was sharp, her instincts on edge. + +She knew something was wrong. + +Max should have been hiding, but instead, they were being hunted. + +And if it wasn’t Max… then someone else was out there. + +That thought alone was terrifying. + +Then— + +She saw it. + +Blood. + +A few dark red drops, scattered on the ground near a tree. + +Her eyes narrowed. + +’Blood?’ + +Her body tensed as she stepped forward, examining the area. + +Then—more blood. + +On the tree bark. + +On the trunk. + +Above. + +A trail. + +And then, it clicked. + +’Max.’ + +She didn’t rush. + +She didn’t immediately climb the tree to confirm. + +Instead—she acted smart. + +Her hand flicked to her holowatch. + +A silent alert was sent. + +A ping to the others, marking her location. + +If this was truly Max, they needed to move together. + +If it was a trap… she wouldn’t fall for it alone. + +Now, all she had to do— + +Was wait. + +Jessica’s silent signal didn’t take long to bring reinforcements. + +In a matter of seconds, two figures descended upon the scene. + +Aron and the scarred-faced man. + +Their eyes were sharp, their movements precise. + +"What happened?" Aron’s voice was low, controlled. "Did you find him?" + +Jessica nodded, pointing to the blood-stained tree bark and the dark red trail on the ground. + +Aron’s gaze hardened. + +A subtle hand signal. + +Silence. Stealth. Precision. + +Without wasting a second, he moved. + +His body floated upward, his energy carefully restrained, his every motion soundless. + +Then— + +He saw it. + +A young man with white hair. + +Bloodied. Motionless. + +His clothes were drenched in crimson, his lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. + +But he wasn’t dead. + +He was healing. Slowly. Weakly. + +A smile spread across Aron’s face. + +’Found you.’ + +With deadly efficiency, he moved. + +Before the clone could react, Aron appeared before him in an instant. + +A flash of movement. + +A single strike. + +Pinned. + +The clone was slammed into the tree trunk, locked in place. + +Aron’s fingers dug into its throat, immobilizing it. + +His voice was calm. Cold. Absolute. + +"Move—and you shall be beheaded." + +Aron laughed, his grip tightening slightly around Max’s clone. + +"Everyone, see this!" + +His voice carried confidence, absolute certainty that the hunt had ended. + +A moment later, Jessica and the scarred-faced man, Jonas, joined him atop the tree. + +Their eyes fell upon Max’s bloodied figure. + +Jonas’s smile turned sinister. + +Jessica, however, sighed in relief. + +But that relief didn’t last. + +Her face suddenly paled. + +Her breath caught in her throat. + +Then—her voice shook. + +"Where is Abby?" + +A heavy silence followed. + +Aron’s expression shifted slightly, a frown forming. + +"Why isn’t she here?" He muttered, eyes narrowing. "Did she not see the alert?" + +His gaze snapped toward Jonas. + +"Look around. Find her. See if she’s in trouble." + +Then—his voice lowered, his tone turning serious. + +"With Max in this state, my previous speculation was right." + +His fingers twitched, and his grip on Max’s clone tightened slightly. + +"Someone else killed Billy." + +He exhaled. "And if that same person went after Abby…" + +His eyes darkened. + +"Jonas, go now. Find her." + +Jonas nodded immediately, his figure disappearing into the trees. + +Jessica turned toward Aron, her voice firm, decisive. + +"Kill him and let’s go back." + +She didn’t want to stay here any longer. Something wasn’t right. + +But Aron? + +He smirked. + +His expression shifted—not to victory, but to something else. + +Something greedy. + +Jessica’s frown deepened. + +"Kill him? That would be a waste." + +Jessica’s eyes narrowed. + +"What do you mean?" + +Aron’s smile widened. + +His voice turned low, almost conspiratorial. + +"That… you’ll see soon enough." + +Just then— + +A figure appeared. + +Tall. Broad-shouldered. Menacing. + +A middle-aged man with long black hair, his wrinkled face carved with deep lines of experience and cruelty. + +But most importantly— + +His aura was suffocating. + +The peak of Seeker Rank. + +Jessica’s expression instantly darkened. + +Her instincts screamed. + +Find more chapters on Freewebnovel + +Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. + +"We were ordered to kill Max, not take his body to some research lab." + +Her voice was sharp, laced with tension. + +But Aron? + +He smiled. + +Calm. Unbothered. As if nothing was amiss. + +"We know." He said casually. + +Then, his grin widened. + +"But nobody will know about it." + +Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. + +"What do you mean… ’nobody’?" + +Her feet shifted, taking an instinctive step back. + +Then— + +A blur of movement. + +Too fast. + +The middle-aged man materialized behind her. + +Her eyes widened in horror. + +A cold touch on her back. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +A drilling force erupted from his hand. + +Jessica’s back was torn apart. + +Her body twisted, convulsed—then exploded into pieces. + +Blood. Flesh. Bones. + +All scattered into the wind. + +The trees shook from the sheer force. + +And just like that— + +Jessica was gone. + +Erased in an instant. + +Aron’s smile never wavered. + +He sighed, shaking his head as he looked at the remains of Jessica. + +"Uncle Ron, I’ve always told you—this is too brutal." His tone was casual, almost amused. "At least give the members of Monarch a swift death." + +Uncle Ron laughed coldly, his wrinkled face twisting into a sinister grin. + +"Hmph. It doesn’t matter." His eyes gleamed as they fell upon Max’s clone, still pinned to the tree. + +His voice lowered. + +"Don’t let him die. His secrets are more valuable than his life. But for now, we need him alive." + +Aron nodded, pulling a small pill from his storage ring. + +Without hesitation, he forced it into Max’s mouth. + +"Done." He wiped his hands. "With this, he’ll recover in a few hours." + +Uncle Ron nodded. Satisfied. + +Then, his gaze swept the surroundings. + +His expression darkened. + +"I don’t sense Abby’s aura anywhere." + +His voice was flat. Cold. + +"She’s probably been taken care of by the same one who killed Billy." + +Aron’s grin widened. + +"That’s why I sent Jonas to look for her." + +Uncle Ron continued, his tone serious. + +"I don’t know if this mystery person is only after the twin duo, so after taking care of Jonas, you need to leave immediately." + +Aron chuckled. + +"Oh, don’t worry, Uncle. I already planned for this." + +His body shifted slightly, the air around him crackling with anticipation. + +"Now, I’ll go take care of Jonas." + +And with that— + +He vanished. + +Uncle Ron watched him go, then turned back to Max’s motionless body. + +His eyes burned with ambition. + +"You will be our key to dethroning Monarch." + +Then— + +He disappeared into the night. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-251.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-251.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8056ff7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-251.md @@ -0,0 +1,258 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 251 A Hidden City" +slug: "ch-251" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 251 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max remained still, hidden within the dense canopy of the trees, his mind processing everything that had just unfolded. + +He was stunned by what he saw. + +This wasn't what he had planned. + +Not by far. + +His original strategy had been simple—use his Lightning Shadow Clone as a diversion, then eliminate one of the Seeker Rank assassins in the confusion. + +Then taking care of others. + +But then—everything changed. + +Jessica was dead. + +Jonas had been sent away. + +And now, Uncle Ron—the true danger, a Peak Seeker Rank expert—was carrying away his clone, thinking it was him. + +'He'll figure it out soon enough when my clone turns into lightning.' + +The moment Uncle Ron realized he was carrying nothing but a body made of pure lightning, everything would fall apart. + +'That's my cue to leave.' + +Max didn't hesitate. + +He was alive. + +Abby was dead. + +Jonas would soon follow. + +Aron? + +He was lucky. Whoever the "mystery killer" was, they weren't after him. + +For now. + +Max's body flickered, his lightning-infused movement allowing him to vanish from the scene. + +*** + +Max flew silently, his body moving effortlessly behind the black flaming leaf. + +Two hours. + +Non-stop. + +After escaping the Monarch's forces, Max took a moment to assess his situation. + +He was stranded. + +The thick, untamed wilderness of the Outer Circle stretched in every direction. Towering trees with gnarled, twisted roots loomed over him, their dense canopies blocking out even the faintest slivers of light. + +The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and blood. Strange whispers of movement rustled through the underbrush—monsters lurking in the shadows. + +But Max wasn't worried about them. + +He was more concerned with something else. + +His destination. + +The Black Lotus Guild. + +That was where he needed to go. + +At least it was the only place where he was welcomed in the East Region. + +And so, without hesitation—he set off. + +However… there was just one problem. + +A massive problem. + +His gaze remained locked onto the leaf, watching as it drifted through the air like a silent guide—never stopping, never slowing down. + +"Damn, just how deep is the Black Lotus Guild hidden in the Outer Circle?" + +A slight irritation crept into his thoughts. + +The Outer Circle was vast, but he hadn't expected this. + +Along the way, he had seen monsters rampaging in the forest, some engaged in brutal battles, others lurking in the shadows. + +Some had taken flight—massive winged creatures, their bodies blotting out the sky. + +Dungeons were scattered across the land, their entrances glowing ominously, beckoning explorers toward unknown horrors and treasures. + +But none of it mattered. + +Because the leaf never stopped. + +Not once. + +Not even for a second. + +Max sighed. + +At this rate, he wasn't just traveling deeper into the Outer Circle. + +He was heading into a place few ever returned from. + +Beyond the Outer Circle. + +The Valora Continent was vast. + +And beyond its known territories, beyond the Outer Circle, lay two great unknowns. + +On one side—the endless sea. + +A vast, uncharted ocean stretching into the unknown, leading toward the mystical Lost Continent, a place spoken of in hushed whispers and old rumors. + +On the other side—a land of absolute terror. + +A place no sane warrior would dare to tread. + +A place even the strongest forces of the Lower Domain feared. + +The Forsaken Wilds. + +A realm where monsters ruled, where ancient horrors stirred, where death was the only certainty. + +And— + +That was where Max was heading. + +Unknowingly. + +Unstoppably. + +The black flaming leaf guided him ever deeper, pushing him toward the very edge of the known world. + +And with every passing second, every mile he crossed— + +He drew closer to the most forbidden land in the Lower Domain. + +Just as Max was wondering how long it would take— + +Its pace increased drastically, no longer drifting through the air, but diving toward the surface at breakneck speed. + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +He didn't hesitate. + +He followed. + +The wind howled around him as he descended, his body cutting through the air like lightning. + +Then— + +The leaf reached the surface. + +And—it vanished. + +Max's body froze midair, his mind processing what just happened. + +'Where did it go?' + +Before he could fully grasp it— + +His Three-Dimensional Body flared. + +A sensation. A shift in reality. + +Just below him. + +And without a moment's hesitation— + +He shot toward the ground. + +Faster. Faster. + +Then— + +Everything changed. + +One moment, he was hurtling toward solid ground— + +The next— + +He was falling. + +Not onto the earth—but through a light gray sky. + +His breath hitched. His vision adjusted. + +And then—he saw it. + +Below him. + +A city. + +A breathtaking, impossible city. + +The buildings bore the essence of a bygone era, their structures reminiscent of a time when craftsmanship reigned supreme, and technology had yet to take hold. + +Towering stone fortresses stood firm, along with many castles like structures while wooden beams and sloping rooftops spoke of an age rooted in tradition. + +Yet, beneath this medieval charm, subtle traces of modern innovation wove seamlessly into the design—glass-like panels embedded in stone walls flickered with faint energy, and lanterns that should have burned with oil instead pulsed with magical black flames. + +The past and future did not clash here— + +Instead, they intertwined, creating a city that stood on the boundary of two worlds. + +As Max descended, he took a deep breath, his eyes sweeping across the breathtaking sight before him. + +A city unlike any he had ever seen. + +'There is such a magical city in this world?' + +His heart pounded. + +The Inner Circle had its share of traditional structures mixed with modern advancements, but there, the fusion was subtle—almost hidden, barely noticeable. + +Here? + +Here, it was unapologetic. Unrestrained. A perfect symphony of the past and the future. + +This city was one of a kind. + +Then— + +He stopped midair. + +Figures bathed in black flames shot up toward him, moving with precision. + +Max's expression shifted. + +He had expected them—members of the Black Lotus Guild. + +But what he hadn't expected— + +They weren't wearing masks. + +His eyes flickered in surprise. + +'They aren't masked?' + +It was unheard of. + +Every encounter he'd had with the Black Lotus Guild, they had been faceless, hidden behind their signature masks. + +Yet here, in this hidden city, they moved freely, their faces fully exposed. + +The second volume has now come to an end. The third volume will start from next chapter. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-252.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-252.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0edee78 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-252.md @@ -0,0 +1,240 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 252 Callie Bringer" +slug: "ch-252" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 252 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1055 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Welcome to the City of Dark Heaven, Max Voidwalker." + +A group of young man and woman welcomed Max. + +But— + +The words struck like a blade. + +Not Morgan.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +Not the name he used in public. + +Voidwalker. + +Max stiffened. + +That name wasn't supposed to be spoken so freely. It wasn't something that should be known outside of a select few, and yet—here they were. + +Saying it like it was nothing. + +Like it was common knowledge. + +His mind raced. + +The Black Lotus Guild had always been an enigma. He knew they had known about his secret. But this? + +This was different. + +This wasn't just the higher-ups knowing his secrets. + +This wasn't just the whispers in the dark. + +It seemed like every single person here knew. + +The sheer exposure of it wasn't just concerning—it was dangerous. + +A breeze swept through the street, making the lantern lights flicker. Shadows danced along the cobbled pathways, shifting with an unnatural stillness. + +Then—she stepped forward. + +A woman in her early twenties, her long black hair flowing lightly with the wind. She moved with effortless grace, her presence alone enough to command attention. + +There was a quiet elegance about her—one that could be mistaken for gentleness. But Max knew better. + +It wasn't her beauty that caught his attention. + +It was her gaze. + +Sharp. Calculating. Measuring. + +She wasn't just another member of the guild. She held authority. + +Then, she spoke. + +"Master is waiting for you." + +Her voice was smooth, carrying an undeniable calmness, as if this meeting had already been decided long before he had even arrived. + +Max froze. + +That voice— + +It wasn't just familiar. It was unmistakable. + +His mind reeled, replaying moments like a flickering film reel. + +The masked woman who had blocked Veylin during the dungeon break. + +The same woman who had stood against Mad Sword Jack in the temple. + +His gaze locked onto her, searching for confirmation. + +"You are… Asha?" + +A trace of hesitation slipped into his voice. + +The young woman nodded, her expression unreadable. + +"I am Callie Bringer. My code name is Asha." + +Callie. + +Max studied her now—unmasked, unveiled. + +And for a moment, he was caught off guard. + +She wasn't just familiar—she was striking. + +Not in an exaggerated way, not in the way that demanded attention. + +It was effortless. A quiet, natural beauty. + +If Alice was a blooming flower, Callie had already stepped into her prime. + +She carried herself with the assured confidence of someone who didn't need validation. + +But it didn't matter. + +Max shook the thought away as quickly as it came. + +He wasn't the type to be swayed by appearances. + +It was just an observation. Nothing more, nothing less. + +Callie met his gaze. Her voice was as calm and composed as ever. + +"Let's go. Master is waiting for you." + +Max exhaled. + +There was no point in standing around. + +Whatever awaited him—he would face it head-on. + +"Alright." He motioned for her to lead the way. + +"Let's go." + +Callie led Max through the winding streets, her pace steady, effortless, as if she had walked this path a thousand times before. + +Max followed in silence, his gaze constantly shifting—memorizing streets, noting landmarks, scanning faces. + +Then, as they neared the far end of the city, a structure came into view. + +A black tower. + +It wasn't grand, not in the way palaces or temples were, but it commanded attention in a way that no other building did. + +A massive dragon was etched into its obsidian surface, its coiling body appearing almost alive under the flickering lanterns. The way the light danced across the engravings gave the illusion of movement—of something slumbering beneath the stone. + +But that wasn't the only thing that stood out. + +Beneath the tower, a crowd stretched as far as the eye could see. + +Hundreds of thousands of young men and women, standing in silent reverence, their gazes fixed upon the towering structure as if waiting for something—or someone. + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. + +A gathering of this scale—for what purpose? + +Yet Callie did not stop at the tower. She moved around it, leading him toward the back. + +And there, in the shadow of the grand structure, stood something unexpected. + +A hut. + +Simple. Unassuming. Ordinary. + +A single-room thatched-roof hut nestled against the very foundation of the Black Tower. + +Max halted for a fraction of a second, his brows furrowing. + +This? + +This was where the leader of the Black Lotus Guild lived? + +A leader powerful enough to command an army of assassins? + +Influence an entire city? + +His lips curled slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze. + +What an irony. + +A city filled with wonders, towering structures, and dazzling lights, yet its ruler lived in a hut barely noticeable to an outsider. + +Whether it was a statement or a personal choice, Max couldn't tell. + +But he would find out soon enough. + +Callie stopped just outside, her hand gesturing toward the entrance. + +"Master is waiting inside." + +Max noted something. + +She and the others—none of them stepped forward. + +They remained rigidly in place, as if bound by some unspoken rule. + +Max glanced at Callie, searching for even the smallest flicker of hesitation. + +There was none. + +Her face remained calm. Composed. Unshaken. + +Turning back to the hut, Max exhaled slowly. + +It was old, yet well-maintained—every wooden beam solid, every straw in its thatched roof precisely placed. + +Simplicity was one thing. + +But this? + +This was intentional. + +Max reached for the door, fingers brushing against the worn handle. + +Then— + +With a quiet creak, the door swung open. + +Darkness greeted him. + +He stepped inside. + +The room was dim, carrying the scent of aged wood and faint incense, the kind that lingered long after its source had burned away. + +Max's eyes adjusted quickly, scanning his surroundings. + +Two figures sat inside. + +One was an old woman, seated in a wooden chair, her posture relaxed—yet unmistakably commanding. + +The other, a man in his thirties, stood with arms crossed, an easy, almost welcoming smile resting on his face. + +"How was your journey to Dark Heaven?" + +The man's tone was casual, but beneath it lay an undercurrent of amusement. + +Max recognized the voice immediately. + +His expression remained calm, composed. + +"It was fine," he said simply. Then, with a slight tilt of his head—"but too far." + +The man chuckled, as if that answer had been expected. + +"I am Klaus, the leader of the Black Lotus guild" he introduced himself, his smile never faltering. "You have already met me." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-253.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-253.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8c107ff --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-253.md @@ -0,0 +1,280 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 253 Old Saintess" +slug: "ch-253" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 253 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max acknowledged him with a small nod—but his attention was elsewhere. + +His gaze shifted toward the old woman. + +Something about her made him hesitate. + +Perhaps it was the way she sat—completely at ease, yet carrying the weight of someone who had watched lifetimes pass before her. + +Still, he spoke. + +"And you are?" + +A sudden cough from Klaus. + +"Max—" + +He barely got the word out before— + +SLAP! + +A sharp sting ran through Max's palm. + +His brain stalled. + +'What the hell?' + +The old lady had smacked his hand. + +The strike wasn't just fast—it was perfectly timed, impossibly precise. + +"That's how you talk to an old lady?" she scolded, her tone unimpressed, almost bored. + +"Don't you know how to respect your elders?" + +Max's eye twitched. + +Even with 300 Dragon Scales reinforcing his body—he 'felt' that slap. + +This wasn't just an ordinary elder. + +This woman had technique. + +For the first time, he took a proper look at her. + +Long black hair streaked with white. Wrinkles tracing across her face. + +But her eyes—dead calm. + +Emotionless. Unshaken. Unreadable. + +They weren't eyes that held rage, amusement, or arrogance. + +They were eyes that had seen too much. + +Perhaps even everything. + +Max rubbed his palm, suppressing the urge to curse aloud. + +Fine. + +If that was how she wanted to play it— + +He straightened his posture, his voice even. + +His voice polite. + +"I am Max. It's nice to meet you." + +Then— + +SMACK! + +Pain flared through his other hand. + +Another perfectly placed slap. + +Max's teeth clenched. + +What. The. Hell. + +The old woman clicked her tongue. + +"Kids these days," she muttered, shaking her head in clear disappointment. + +"They just don't know how to respect their elders." + +Max exhaled slowly. + +His palms burned, a low sting pulsing through his skin. + +His mind was a storm of disbelief. + +'This old hag!' + +He wanted to say something. To protest. + +But some deep, instinctual survival sense warned him— + +If he talked back, he'd get slapped again. + +So, for now— + +He endured. + +The old woman leaned forward, her piercing gaze locking onto Max like a predator sizing up prey. + +For the first time since entering, he felt it—a shift in the air. + +A presence so heavy, so absolute, that the very space around her seemed to thicken. + +"I am the Old Saintess of the Black Lotus Guild," she said, her voice even, yet carrying a weight that left no room for doubt. + +"And you have already met the current Saintess, so let's not waste time. Let's get straight to the topic." + +Max's frown deepened. + +Saintess?𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +Callie? + +The word echoed in his mind. + +He had no idea what she was talking about. + +Noticing his confusion, Klaus chuckled lightly. + +His stance remained relaxed, but his tone carried an unmistakable reverence. + +"Max, our Black Lotus Guild has existed in this world for a very, very long time." + +He spoke as if recounting a fact of nature—an undeniable truth. + +"We have seen the birth of Sovereigns and Emperors, watched their rise, their fall, their ascensions, and their ultimate declines." + +Max's expression didn't shift, but inwardly—he was listening. + +Carefully. + +Because if what they were saying was true— + +Then the Black Lotus Guild wasn't just another powerful underground faction. + +They were something else entirely. + +Klaus continued, his voice steady, his words carrying the weight of history. + +"Because of our history, our ways of power may seem a bit… traditional." + +At that, the Old Saintess shot him a glare so sharp it could cut through steel. + +"Traditional?" she echoed, her tone laced with irritation. + +The air seemed to grow colder. + +"You young ones just don't understand the importance of traditions." + +Klaus coughed awkwardly, shifting slightly but refusing to be thrown off track. + +"A long time ago, our guild wasn't even a guild." + +He paused. + +Then—his next words came with deliberate weight. + +"It was a power known as the 'Black Dragon Palace'." + +Max's brows furrowed. + +He had never heard of it. + +Black Dragon Palace. + +There was something about the name. Something that felt too ancient, too distant. + +Klaus continued, his voice growing more solemn. + +"But as the world changed, so did we. We adapted, evolving both inside and out." + +His words settled in the dimly lit room, each syllable carrying the weight of something far older than any empire. + +Then, after a beat, he added— + +"To the outside world, we are just another guild, one of the many forces in the East Region." + +A slight pause. + +Then—his next words shook Max to the core. + +"But the truth is—we existed long before the four great families and the five top guilds were even a thing." + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. + +Before the four super families? Before the five strongest guilds? + +That wasn't just a claim. + +That was a rewriting of history. + +Max had always known that the Black Lotus Guild operated in secrecy, its movements unseen, its influence stretching into places others dared not reach. + +Why? + +But this? + +This was something else entirely. + +This wasn't just an old guild with deep roots. + +This was an ancient force, one that had deliberately hidden its true strength. + +And the bigger question? + +Why? + +Why had a power this old remained in the shadows? + +Max exhaled slowly, processing every word. + +The Black Lotus Guild—or rather, the Black Dragon Palace—wasn't just another faction. + +It was a relic of a forgotten era. + +And relics only stayed hidden for one reason. + +Because their existence threatened the present. + +Max's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. + +Then, the question surfaced. + +A question so absurd, so unbelievable, that even saying it felt surreal. + +"Does that mean… you experienced the war from ten thousand years ago?" + +His voice held an edge of disbelief, his eyes locked onto the Old Saintess, searching—for what, he wasn't sure. + +The room fell into silence for a fraction of a second. + +Then— + +A low chuckle. + +Not just amusement. + +Disdain. + +The Old Saintess shook her head, lips curling slightly. + +"Experienced it?" + +The way she said it sent a chill down his spine. + +Then— + +"Heh. I 'fought' in that war myself." + +The world seemed to slow. + +Max's breath hitched. + +His mind reeled, grasping at logic, at reason, at anything that made sense. + +"You 'fought' in the war?" + +He barely recognized his own voice. + +A slight tremor. + +An involuntary reaction to the sheer weight of those words. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-254.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-254.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7023753 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-254.md @@ -0,0 +1,272 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 254 Inheritance Tower" +slug: "ch-254" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 254 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1085 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The Old Saintess smirked. + +Her calm, unreadable eyes now held something else entirely. + +Something ancient. Something unfathomable. + +"For the so-called number one genius of this continent, you sure are full of ignorance," she mused, voice laced with mockery. + +"As expected from the young generations." + +Max's jaw clenched. + +But he said nothing. + +He knew— + +He was nothing before this woman. + +She leaned back into her chair, her expression shifting into something almost bored. + +Then she continued— + +"The very top experts of this world, the true peak of the 'Acaris', can live up to 'ten thousand years.'" + +A pause. + +"And you, boy, are looking at one such individual." + +Max stood frozen. + +'Ten thousand years.' + +The number alone sent a wave of realization crashing down on him. + +He had always known—whispers of hidden monsters, of ancient beings that defied time. + +Like the blob but they were spirits. Their race was blessed by the nature themselves. They were simply eternal. + +But hearing it from someone, a human, standing right in front of him? + +That was something else entirely. + +It made him feel— + +Small. + +For the first time in a long time, he was at a loss for words. + +The so-called strongest experts of the world— + +They weren't just stronger. + +They were so far beyond him that he couldn't even comprehend their level of power. + +And worst of all? + +He wasn't even the strongest in the East Region. + +Let alone the Lower Domain. + +Max took a slow breath, forcing his mind back into focus. + +If the Old Saintess had lived through that war, if she had fought in it— + +Then she knew things. + +Things no history book could ever tell. + +Klaus cleared his throat, his tone shifting, turning heavier. + +"Therefore, in every generation, we appoint a 'Saintess'—the only one who carries a strong enough bloodline to continue our legacy through the Inheritance Tower." + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +"What do you mean by that?" + +Klaus exhaled, his face losing its usual ease. Instead, there was something else there now. + +Something solemn. + +"Our bloodline has been lost to time. Among us, only the Saintess of each generation possesses a strong enough bloodline to ensure our survival." + +Then— + +He met Max's gaze directly. + +There was no more amusement in his expression. No more lightheartedness. + +"That's why, when we discovered that 'you' possess the same bloodline but more potent one… we were more than just intrigued." + +A pause. + +"We were excited—excited enough to invite you to our guild, to bring you here personally." + +Max's body remained still, but something inside him shifted. + +A bloodline so rare that only one per generation inherited it? + +And now—he had it too? + +But he recalled everyone in the guild possessed the bloodline. + +'Maybe their bloodlines are too thin and diluted to be of any use.' + +He thought. + +A strange weight settled over him. + +Then, the Old Saintess finally spoke again. + +This time, her voice carried an unmistakable sadness. + +"Our bloodline is 'dying'," she said softly. + +"At least in the Lower Domain. If a 'Progenitor Bloodline' does not appear soon, then the Black Lotus Guild here will cease to exist within the next hundred years." + +Max's frown deepened. + +His mind was already working—fast, sharp, cutting through the layers of their words. + +A bloodline so rare that only one person inherited it per generation. + +A legacy on the brink of extinction. + +And now—somehow—he was part of it. + +His fingers curled slightly, the weight of the revelation settling in. + +His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it now—something colder. + +"Is this… related to the 'inheritance' of this bloodline?" + +Klaus nodded. + +"You must have noticed that black tower on your way here." + +Max's eyes flickered. + +"I did." + +Klaus's gaze shifted briefly, almost instinctively, toward the door—as if looking past it, toward the tower itself. + +Then— + +"That tower is the key," he said. + +"It holds the final remnants of our bloodline's origin. The only way to unlock its secrets… is to awaken what lies dormant inside of you." + +Max's expression remained unreadable. + +Klaus let out a long sigh, his expression a mixture of regret and frustration. + +"That tower is the 'Inheritance Tower'," he said, his voice carrying the weight of history. + +"It was once the foundation of our power, the place where our ancestors awakened their true potential. But because our bloodline has declined over countless generations, we have lost most of its benefits. What was once a divine gift is now barely more than a memory." + +Max absorbed the information, but even before Klaus finished speaking, he had already pieced together what they wanted from him. + +They wanted him to restore their dying legacy. + +Still, that didn't mean he was about to accept everything blindly. + +He had questions of his own that needed answers and the most important was the bloodline pressure. + +Thinking of that— + +Max activated his bloodline. + +The change was instant. + +Klaus and the Old Saintess stiffened. + +Their entire bodies shuddered, a violent, uncontrollable reaction. Their eyes widened, pure, unfiltered shock overtaking them. + +Then— + +Their knees buckled. + +They knelt. + +Not by choice. + +Not by submission. + +But because their very bloodline 'forced' them to. + +A presence greater than themselves surged through their veins—an ancient command, etched into their very existence, compelling them to bow before something absolute. + +The room fell into silence. + +Max stared at them. + +Momentarily taken aback. + +This… + +He hadn't expected. + +Seeing two powerhouses—one an ancient existence, the other a high-ranking figure—kneeling before him felt… 'awkward.' + +Unsettling. + +Embarrassing, even. + +So he withdrew the pressure, suppressing his bloodline once more. + +The moment he did— + +Gasping breaths. + +Klaus and the Old Saintess collapsed slightly, their bodies trembling as the invisible weight lifted. + +But their expressions didn't change. + +The shock in their eyes remained. + +Unshaken. + +Unbroken. + +As if they had just witnessed something beyond comprehension. + +The Old Saintess—who had lived for ten thousand years, who had fought in wars that shaped history— + +Looked at him with something she had likely not felt in centuries. + +Pure. + +Unquestionable. + +Disbelief. + +Her voice, usually steady and commanding, trembled. + +"How is this possible?!" + +Even Klaus, always composed, was shaken. + +He opened his mouth to speak— + +But no words came out. + +This wasn't just a strong bloodline. + +This wasn't just a successor of their legacy. + +This was something else entirely. + +Something that shattered every assumption they had ever made. + +Max's frown deepened as he took in their expressions. + +The shock on their faces wasn't just surprise. + +It was genuine disbelief. + +Almost unnerving. + +He had expected some reaction, but this? + +This was beyond what he had anticipated. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-255.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-255.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..03562bd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-255.md @@ -0,0 +1,286 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 255 Bloodline Surpassing A Progenitor?" +slug: "ch-255" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 255 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Haven't the Saintess already told you that my bloodline can suppress yours?" + +His tone wasn't mocking or arrogant. + +Just curious. + +Because something wasn't adding up. + +The Old Saintess sighed, exhaling slowly as if forcing herself to remain composed. + +Her expression was a strange mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and something else… something almost resembling fear. + +Then, she spoke. + +"You don't understand, kid." + +Her voice remained calm, but the gravity behind it was unmistakable. + +"The ability to suppress others with the same bloodline isn't unheard of." + +"'But it only works when the one suppressing is stronger than the one being suppressed.'" + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. + +That… made sense. + +If two people shared the same lineage, then naturally, the one with greater power should be able to exert dominance over the other. + +It was a fundamental rule of bloodline suppression. + +But then— + +The Old Saintess locked eyes with him. + +Her dark, solemn gaze bore into him like an immovable truth. + +"And what you just did? It 'broke' that rule." + +The room fell into silence. + +Max's brows furrowed. + +"You, who are barely an ant compared to me in strength, not only suppressed my bloodline… but 'forced me to kneel.'" + +The words hit like a hammer to the chest. + +He hadn't considered it before. + +To him, suppression had seemed natural—the logical result of his bloodline being superior. + +But now? + +Now he was being told that such a thing should have been impossible. + +The Old Saintess continued, her voice laced with disbelief. + +"That should be 'impossible.'" + +A pause. + +Then, in a lower, almost uncertain voice— + +"Even someone with the Progenitor Bloodline, if they were stronger than me, could barely suppress me." + +"But they 'would not' be able to make me kneel 'unless' their power was overwhelmingly greater." + +She inhaled, her fingers tightening slightly on the armrest of her chair. + +"And yet… you did it. With ease." + +Max was stunned. + +The pieces weren't fitting together. + +He had assumed that his bloodline was simply superior, that it was natural for him to have a greater effect on those who shared a weaker version of it. + +But no. + +There were rules. + +Rules that dictated how bloodlines interacted. + +Rules that he had just shattered. + +His gaze lowered to his hands. + +His fingers flexed slightly. + +'What exactly was this bloodline?' + +The one he obtained in an F-rank dungeon. + +Something that had seemed so insignificant at the time. + +And yet— + +It had just proven itself to be something beyond comprehension. + +Klaus let out a slow exhale, his lips curling into a wry smile. + +"Any questions you have about your bloodline… can be answered inside the 'Inheritance Tower'." + +He paused for a moment, then added, + +"But let me tell you this, Max—you are 'probably' the only individual in existence with a bloodline so potent that it could make 'every single person' in our guild submit to you." + +Max remained expressionless, his face an unreadable mask. + +But inside? + +He was thinking. + +Hard. + +Powerful enough to make an entire guild kneel? + +To some, that would be the ultimate gift. A chance to build an empire, to command absolute loyalty, to bend an organization to their will. + +But that wasn't his goal. + +He had never cared about ruling. + +Never wanted to build a power structure. + +His path had always been about one thing—strength. + +Becoming strong enough to protect what mattered. + +To reunite with his family. + +And yet— + +The thought lingered. + +'Though… having a power I could trust blindly isn't a bad thing.' + +A weapon like that could be… useful. + +The Old Saintess leaned back slightly in her chair, her gaze sharp and steady. + +"Go and enter the 'Inheritance Tower'," she ordered. + +Her tone wasn't forceful. + +But it left no room for refusal. + +"Let's see what floor your bloodline allows you to reach." + +Max remained silent. + +But his curiosity was piqued. + +The Inheritance Tower— + +A structure that had stood for centuries, housing the legacy of their bloodline. + +A test. + +A gauge. + +To measure what he truly was. + +The Old Saintess continued, her voice taking on a more deliberate tone. + +"The tower has a total of 'seven floors'. Each bloodline determines how far one can ascend." + +A pause. + +Then— + +"Only those with the 'Progenitor Bloodline' can step into the 'sixth floor'." + +Max's eyes flickered slightly. + +Progenitor Bloodline. + +That was supposed to be the pinnacle of their lineage. + +And yet—he had suppressed even that. + +The Old Saintess pressed on. + +"The 'Saintess' of each generation—like myself and Little Callie—can only enter the 'fifth floor'."𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +A brief silence settled in the room. + +Then— + +"As for the rest of the guild?" + +Her lips curled slightly. + +"Their bloodline dictates their limit, allowing them to access floors 'one to four' at most." + +Then, her gaze locked onto him. + +There was something hungry in her eyes now. + +Not greed. + +Not malice. + +Curiosity. + +The kind that came when a relic of the past stood before something beyond their understanding. + +"I'm eager to see just 'how far' your bloodline will take you." + +Max exhaled. + +He wasn't someone who easily entertained expectations. + +But now—even he wanted to know. + +There was only one way to find out. + +He would enter. + +At that moment, the Old Saintess called out softly— + +"Little Callie." + +The door to the hut creaked open. + +A familiar figure stepped inside. + +Callie stood there—composed, unreadable, as always. + +Her sharp eyes flickered toward Max—just for a brief moment—before she returned her attention to the Old Saintess. + +The elder's voice remained gentle, yet commanding. + +"Take Max to the 'Inheritance Tower'." + +A pause. + +Then— + +"Let him enter and see for himself." + +Callie bowed slightly in acknowledgment. + +"Yes, Master." + +No hesitation. No unnecessary words. + +She turned, her movements precise, and motioned for Max to follow. + +Max stood still for a fraction of a second. + +Then, he stepped forward. + +His mind was already turning over the possibilities. + +'Seven floors…' + +'The Progenitor Bloodline reaches the sixth…' + +'Then what lies beyond that?' + +He didn't believe in coincidences. + +If there were seven floors—but even the most powerful bloodline bearers could only step onto the sixth— + +Then what was waiting on the seventh? + +Something sealed? Forgotten? Forbidden? + +Or something that no one had ever reached? + +His expression remained calm, but inside— + +Inside, his curiosity burned. + +Without another word, he followed Callie out of the hut, stepping once again into the looming shadow of the great 'Inheritance Tower'. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-256.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-256.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9d47016 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-256.md @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 256: Bloodline Treasure" +slug: "ch-256" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 256 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1088 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As soon as Callie led Max out of the hut, a deep silence settled over the small wooden room. + +Only Klaus and the Old Saintess remained, the weight of what had just happened still lingering in the air. + +Klaus let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. + +"That was nerve-wracking." + +His usual composure was nowhere to be found. + +Instead, his hands still trembled slightly, a lingering effect of the suppression that had forced them to their knees. + +Even after Max had withdrawn his bloodline pressure, the feeling hadn't left. + +"Even after he withdrew the suppression, I could still 'feel' it." + +His voice was low, almost a whisper. + +"My instincts kept screaming at me, telling me to submit… That wasn't just powerful—it was 'unnatural'." + +He turned toward the Old Saintess, expecting to find her usual composed wisdom. + +But— + +She was staring into space, her expression dark, distant. + +A look he had rarely—if ever—seen from her. + +Klaus's frown deepened. + +"What's wrong?" + +The Old Saintess remained silent. + +Seconds passed. + +Then— + +Finally, she spoke. + +"Nothing…" + +But her voice was hollow, detached. + +And Klaus knew—it was a lie. + +Another pause. + +Then— + +She muttered, almost to herself— + +"His bloodline… it reminded me of something." + +Klaus's eyes narrowed. + +"Of what?" + +A deep exhale. + +As if she was debating whether to even speak it aloud. + +Then— + +Her next words sent a chill down his spine. + +"Of the 'forbidden bloodline treasure' I brought back to the Lower Domain." + +Klaus's breath hitched. + +His eyes widened in shock. + +"'That' thing?" + +His voice was barely above a whisper. + +A relic they were never supposed to touch. + +The Old Saintess nodded, her expression grave. + +"I am wondering… if Max's bloodline originated from that treasure." + +Klaus's reaction was immediate. + +"No. That's impossible." + +His voice was firm, rejecting the idea outright. + +But beneath that certainty, there was something else. + +Something uneasy. + +Something afraid. + +"Millions—'billions'—of people have tried to claim that bloodline over countless years." + +His words carried the weight of history. + +"Every single one of them turned to 'bones' the moment they attempted to absorb it." + +A pause. + +His voice lowered, his hands clenching. + +"Not a single soul has ever survived its awakening since the days of the 'Black Dragon Palace.'" + +And then— + +A whisper of something close to fear crept in. + +"That bloodline in the 'sealed box' wasn't a blessing… it was a 'disaster.' A 'curse.'" + +His gaze darkened. + +"You were the only one who ever believed it could be harnessed." + +The Old Saintess remained silent. + +Her fingers tightened around the armrest of her chair. + +Memories surfaced. + +Memories of what that box contained. + +If Max had truly inherited 'that' bloodline… + +Then what exactly had he become? + +The Old Saintess finally spoke, her voice quiet but heavy. + +"You do remember that the 'box' was stolen by one of our previous guild leaders, don't you?" + +Klaus nodded, his expression tense. + +"Yeah, I remember. What about it?" + +The Old Saintess met his gaze. + +And in her eyes— + +There was a truth far more terrifying than anything Klaus had imagined. + +A faint smile tugged at the Old Saintess's lips, but her expression remained indecipherable. + +"Well, it wasn't stolen because I failed to protect it." + +Klaus's brows furrowed slightly. + +A strange feeling crept up his spine. + +"What are you trying to say?" + +Something about her tone— + +Something about this entire conversation— + +Didn't feel right. + +The Old Saintess leaned back, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest, as if lost in thought. + +Then, she said it. + +"I 'allowed' it to be stolen." + +Silence. + +The weight of those words hung in the air like a suffocating mist. + +Klaus stiffened. + +His frown deepened, his mind running through a thousand possibilities. + +"What?" + +His voice came out low. Controlled. + +Like a man piecing together a conspiracy in real time. + +The Old Saintess continued, her tone measured. + +"For millennia, not a single person—not even a 'Saintess'—was able to claim the bloodline within that box." + +A pause. + +"It was untouchable. Even when we attempted every possible method, 'everyone' failed. No one was chosen." + +She met Klaus's gaze, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. + +"So, after countless meetings and deliberations, we reached a conclusion—" + +A beat. + +Then— + +"We don't choose the bloodline. + +The bloodline chooses us." + +Klaus's expression darkened. + +The implications of those words settled like a storm in the room. + +If that bloodline had chosen Max… + +Then he wasn't just strong. + +He wasn't just unusual. + +He was something beyond what they had ever prepared for. + +The Old Saintess's voice carried the weight of old regrets. + +"When I came to the 'Lower Domain'," she continued, "I brought the 'bloodline treasure' with me. My hope was that one of the great geniuses of our guild—someone worthy—would earn its recognition." + +She exhaled softly. + +"But I was 'naïve'." + +Her tone shifted, turning solemn—almost bitter. + +"You saw it with your own eyes, Klaus. You saw what happened to those who tried to absorb that bloodline." + +Klaus's jaw tightened, memories clawing their way back to the surface. + +He remembered. + +How could he ever forget? + +It had been a time of desperation. + +The Black Lotus Guild, once an untouchable shadow force, was losing ground. + +The leadership had seen only one solution— + +Unlock the power of the 'bloodline treasure'. + +One by one, countless prodigies stepped forward. + +The most gifted elders, the brightest warriors, the strongest assassins. + +All of them—eager, determined, fearless. + +All of them—reduced to charred remains within seconds. + +Klaus had stood among the spectators, a young warrior at the time, barely scratching the surface of true power. + +He had seen their bodies ignite, their skin peeling away, their souls vanishing as if they had never existed. + +Even the strongest among them, the ones who had touched the peak of power— + +They burned. + +Nothing left behind but blackened bones and the stench of death. + +He was also given the chance to absorb the bloodline. + +But unlike many he refused politely when he saw the deaths it brought. + +And then— + +The theft. + +It happened years later, but the moment was seared into history. + +The entire guild had been thrown into chaos. + +Word spread like wildfire throughout Dark Heaven— + +The 'bloodline treasure' had been stolen. + +And along with it— + +The Guild Leader had vanished. + +It hadn't taken a genius to piece together the truth. + +But now—hearing it from the Old Saintess herself— + +Klaus finally understood. + +This had never been a failure of security. + +This had never been an act of betrayal. + +She had let it happen. + +And now— + +That same forbidden bloodline had surfaced inside Max. + +And he—he alone had survived. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-257.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-257.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3b03c63 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-257.md @@ -0,0 +1,266 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 257: Source Bloodline" +slug: "ch-257" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 257 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1075 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"So 'that's' why you let it get stolen…" Klaus muttered, his eyes narrowing as the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. + +The Old Saintess nodded. + +"Yes," she admitted. + +"I knew that no matter how hard we tried, the 'bloodline would never submit' to anyone we chose." + +Her voice remained steady, but there was something almost unsettling about her certainty. + +"So I let it escape, believing that the one 'destined' to claim it would eventually find it." + +A pause. + +Then, a sigh. + +And then— + +Her expression shifted. + +Something more personal. More bitter. + +"'But'… I just didn't expect the one to steal it would be 'Little Darion'." + +For the first time, there was something akin to emotion in her tone. + +A softness. + +But also—bitterness. + +"His betrayal still hurts my little heart." + +She placed a hand over her chest, her usual unreadable expression replaced by a hint of nostalgia. + +Yet Klaus could tell. + +That wasn't disappointment. + +She was just like this. + +Klaus remained silent for a moment, digesting everything she had just revealed. + +It wasn't shocking that she had orchestrated such a plan. + +She was the Old Saintess, the most experienced, the most calculating figure in their guild. + +Every action. Every decision. Every move. + +It was always a part of something bigger. + +But— + +What really troubled him was the implication she had just made. + +His voice was measured, cautious. + +"You're saying… that after all this time—after 'countless' failures and deaths—Max somehow 'got' the bloodline that no one else could claim?" + +The Old Saintess's gaze darkened slightly. + +Her fingers tapped softly against the armrest of her chair. + +Klaus exhaled. + +Slowly. + +Carefully. + +Then, finally, he voiced the question neither of them wanted to ask. + +"You're saying… the bloodline 'chose him'?" + +The words hung in the air. + +Unspoken weight pressing down on them. + +Because if that was true— + +If that monstrous, uncontrollable, forbidden bloodline had willingly chosen Max— + +Then he wasn't just a successor. + +He wasn't just a prodigy. + +He was something else entirely. + +The Old Saintess met Klaus's gaze, her expression utterly unreadable. + +Then—her voice, calm but deliberate. + +"There are only 'two' known types of bloodlines that can sustain a power like ours. The 'Bloodline of a Saintess' and the 'Progenitor Bloodline'. That is common knowledge." + +A brief pause. + +Then— + +"But…" + +Her voice lowered, turning heavier—weighted with something deeper. + +"There exists 'another' bloodline. One greater than the two we know." + +Klaus stiffened. + +His body instinctively tensed. + +Because—he had never heard of anything beyond the Progenitor Bloodline. + +And yet, the Old Saintess continued. + +Her words came slow. Measured. + +"It is called the 'Source Bloodline'." + +Silence. + +An unnatural, suffocating silence filled the room. + +Klaus's mind raced. + +This wasn't just some powerful bloodline. + +This wasn't just an ancient inheritance lost to time. + +She was talking about something else entirely. + +"The legends say," the Old Saintess continued, "that this bloodline is the 'origin' of 'all' bloodlines in our world." + +Her gaze remained steady. + +"That every power, every inheritance, every lineage we cultivate can be traced back to it." + +Klaus exhaled sharply. + +His fingers clenched instinctively, his mind running through every piece of knowledge he had ever learned. + +But nothing—not a single text, not a single legend, not even the deepest secrets of the guild—had ever mentioned this. + +Yet, before he could respond— + +The Old Saintess spoke again. + +"And I 'suspect'… that 'Max possesses the Source Bloodline'." + +A breath hitched in Klaus's throat. + +His entire posture shifted. + +"'You're saying… he has the origin of all bloodlines?'" + +She nodded.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Without hesitation. Without doubt. + +"That is also why he could 'suppress me and you' despite his so-called 'ant-like' strength." + +Then— + +Her next words sent a chill down his spine. + +"Because the Source Bloodline is absolute." + +A bloodline above all others. + +A power that was never meant to exist. + +And yet—Max had it. + +And now, everything—the suppression, the unnatural pull, the way his presence commanded submission— + +It all made sense. + +Max wasn't just strong. + +He was something entirely beyond their comprehension. + +Klaus's mind raced. + +In all his years as the leader of the Black Lotus Guild, he had never heard of such a thing. + +He had studied every record, read through every diary of their ancestors, scoured through every ancient tome the guild possessed— + +But not once had there been any mention of a Source Bloodline. + +His voice came out slow. Cautious. + +"I don't understand… If this bloodline is real, then why has it never been recorded in any of our texts?" + +The Old Saintess chuckled softly. + +As if she had expected this question. + +As if this was the most predictable thing he could have asked. + +Then— + +She leaned back slightly, her fingers tapping idly on the wooden chair. + +"Because, Klaus," she said, her tone almost amused, "even in the 'Four God Nations', only a 'handful' of individuals have ever heard whispers of the 'Source Bloodline'. Let alone a 'puny Lower Domain' like ours." + +A beat of silence. + +Then— + +Her next words made Klaus's blood run cold. + +"I only learned of it through an 'ancient dimension'—one that belongs to our guild." + +A slight pause. + +Then, in a lower voice— + +"Or should I say… our 'palace'." + +Klaus's fists clenched slightly. + +Because she was right. + +The Black Lotus Guild was once something far greater. + +A force feared by nations, by emperors, by gods—the Black Dragon Palace. + +And if there was anything older than the guild itself— + +It was the remnants of that palace. + +An ancient dimension, filled with secrets, knowledge, and mysteries lost to time. + +A place so sacred, so forbidden, that even some seniors in the Middle Domain would never enter. + +"Enough said," the Old Saintess suddenly declared, pushing herself up from her chair. "Let's go. I want to see what floor he reaches in the tower." + +Without another word, she stepped toward the door. + +Klaus followed, his expression calm, but his mind? + +A whirlwind of thoughts. + +'I've learned more about our bloodline in the last few minutes than I ever have since becoming the leader of this guild,' he mused bitterly. + +The irony wasn't lost on him. + +He had spent years, decades even, searching for answers about their origins. + +And yet—in the span of a single conversation, the foundation of everything he thought he knew had shifted. + +Yet, amidst all the uncertainty— + +One question loomed above all else. + +A question he couldn't ignore. + +A question that clawed at the edges of his rationality. + +'If Max truly possesses the Source Bloodline… then what does that make him?' \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-258.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-258.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0e05cea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-258.md @@ -0,0 +1,364 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 258: Betrayal Means Death" +slug: "ch-258" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 258 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The Old Saintess stepped outside, her gaze lifted toward the towering structure in the distance— + +The Inheritance Tower. + +The truth would be revealed soon enough. + +Klaus exhaled slowly. + +Then, without another word, he followed. + +*** + +Max and Callie stood before the towering Inheritance Tower, its black surface glistening under the dim light of the city. + +The air was heavy, thick with anticipation. + +Around them, hundreds of young guild members had gathered. + +Their eyes were locked onto him. + +Some looked at him with profound respect, as if he were a legendary figure pulled from ancient myths. + +Others… + +Their gazes burned with envy, jealousy, sharp like daggers—yet none dared to act on it. + +And Max didn't need to guess their thoughts. + +Because he could 'feel' them. + +'They won't go against me.' + +The certainty of that realization struck deep. + +This wasn't ego. + +This wasn't assumption. + +This was instinct. + +Something within their very bloodline made them 'incapable' of directly opposing him. + +That was the truth. + +A truth that ran deeper than conscious thought— + +A fundamental law of their existence. + +And then— + +A thought surfaced. + +'Is that why everyone knows about my secret?' + +The idea clicked into place. + +If those with the Black Lotus bloodline were 'bound' to loyalty, then it made sense. + +It wasn't just rumors that spread his identity. + +It wasn't just whispers in the dark. + +They were told everything about him. + +But then… + +A shadow of doubt crept in. + +Because Max remembered. + +He remembered how he obtained this bloodline. + +A former leader of the Black Lotus Guild had stolen the bloodline treasure. + +He had betrayed the guild. + +And then—he died in a dungeon. + +And in the aftermath… + +Max had been the one to inherit it. + +If the bloodline truly prevented betrayal— + +Then why had the previous leader been able to take it and leave? + +That shouldn't have been possible. + +But it had happened. + +And that realization sent a chill through him. + +'So it's not absolute.' + +The loyalty wasn't unbreakable. + +There were exceptions. + +People who could go against the guild. + +People who could defy the instinctual force that bound them. + +And if one person had done it before— + +Then others could too. + +Max's expression remained calm, unreadable. + +But his thoughts sharpened. + +'I don't like those chances.' + +Because a bond that can break once… can break again. + +Max's gaze flickered over the gathered crowd once more. + +Even if their blood compelled them to follow him… + +He wouldn't rely on something so fickle. + +Loyalty gained through instinct wasn't true loyalty— + +It was control. + +And control could always be broken. + +But then— + +His mind turned over a new possibility. + +'If my bloodline can suppress everyone, regardless of power…' + +'Can I also control them?' + +His sharp gaze swept across the countless young men and women surrounding him. + +Some eyes held respect. + +Some burned with envy. + +Some brimmed with curiosity. + +And some… held fear. + +If their bloodline instinctively acknowledged his authority, did that mean he could make them obey beyond just intimidation? + +Could he command them? + +Bend them to his will? + +Would his authority be absolute? + +Or was there a limit? + +Max turned to Callie, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—sharp. + +"Tell me something." + +His voice was calm but carried a weight of expectation. + +"Why is it that my identity is known to so many in your guild?" + +Callie didn't even flinch. + +She didn't hesitate. + +She simply shook her head. + +"Not 'everyone' knows," she corrected, her voice even. + +"But at least 'most' do." + +Max's frown deepened slightly. + +That wasn't much of a difference. + +Callie continued, her tone steady. + +"Our intelligence network has always functioned this way." + +She spoke as if she were stating an undeniable truth. + +"Any information we gather—whether it's something we acquire, something important to the guild, or intelligence that could influence us—is shared with 'almost all our members' to improve efficiency." + +A brief pause. + +Then— + +"Your identity wasn't an exception." + +Max remained silent. + +Processing. Calculating. + +This wasn't about loyalty or even bloodline instinct— + +It was strategy. + +A system built on trust through knowledge-sharing. + +Which meant— + +It wasn't just that they 'knew' who he was. + +They had accepted him before he even had a chance to reject them. + +A guild that knew too much. + +Max's brow twitched. + +He hadn't expected that kind of answer. + +His first instinct had been to assume it was some sort of bloodline resonance— + +A natural awareness, passed through their lineage. + +But no—this was different. + +This was a deliberate choice. + +The Black Lotus Guild actively spread intelligence throughout its ranks, ensuring that all members were aware of critical figures— + +Including him. + +It was… unusual. + +Most powers relied on secrecy to protect their valuable assets. + +Yet, here—knowledge wasn't restricted. It was shared. + +A network built on awareness, rather than isolation. + +A system where every member knew too much— + +And yet, somehow, the guild remained intact. + +That didn't sit right with him. + +His gaze darkened slightly. + +"Aren't you afraid some will betray the guild?" + +It was a simple question. + +A logical one. + +But Callie didn't even pause. + +She merely smiled faintly. + +"We don't worry about that." + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +"And why's that?" + +Callie's smile didn't fade. + +If anything—it sharpened. + +And then— + +She spoke, her tone calm—but absolute. + +"Because if any member of our guild 'betrays' us…" + +"They will 'lose their bloodline forever.'" + +"And they will 'die.'" + +Max froze. + +His thoughts halted. + +Then, his gaze slowly honed in on Callie. + +"What do you mean by that?" + +His voice was controlled, steady— + +But underneath, his mind was racing. + +A bloodline that could be 'revoked'? + +A power that enforced loyalty not through choice, but through 'death?' + +This wasn't just about trust. + +This was control. + +And if that was true— + +Then he had just uncovered one of the darkest truths about the Black Lotus Guild. + +"Its is what is it is." Callie said once again. "Those who betrays the guild, their only fate is death." + +Max stilled. + +For a moment, the noise of the crowd around them faded into the background. + +He studied her expression, searching for any hint of deception. But Callie's face remained composed, as if she had simply stated a fact. + +His mind processed the implications. + +The Black Lotus Bloodline wasn't just a power—it was a binding contract. A contract that, once broken, didn't just strip someone of their strength… it killed them. + +Max let out a slow breath. + +'So that's the price of betrayal.' + +At that moment, a realization struck Max like a bolt of lightning. + +'The previous leader… he didn't steal the bloodline out of greed.' + +It had always seemed strange to him. + +If the bloodline was so dangerous that it had nearly killed him, then countless others before him must have also perished trying to claim it. + +So why would someone as powerful as a guild leader take such a reckless risk? + +Why would a man—who already stood at the top of the Black Lotus Guild— + +Throw everything away for something so uncertain? + +Then, suddenly— + +Everything clicked. + +Maybe… + +He hadn't stolen it for personal gain. + +Maybe he had no choice. + +If the Black Lotus Bloodline was an unbreakable contract— + +One that killed its members the moment they betrayed the guild— + +Then the previous leader couldn't have simply abandoned them. + +Not without dying. + +Unless— + +He found a way to break free. + +And the only way to do that— + +Was to possess a stronger bloodline. + +A bloodline that wasn't just superior— + +But absolute. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-259.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-259.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..77aea31 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-259.md @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 259: Inheritance" +slug: "ch-259" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 259 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"But why did he betray the guild?" + +Max couldn't shake the question from his mind. The leader of the Black Lotus Guild—someone who had absolute authority over a hidden, powerful organization—why would he abandon it? + +It didn't make sense. There was no logical reason to betray such a force, especially when the consequences were absolute death. + +Unless… there was something bigger at play. + +Max frowned, his thoughts turning. But after a few moments, he shook his head. + +'No point in thinking about something I have no answers for.' + +Right now, his priority was the tower. + +Turning to Callie, he asked, "How do I climb it?" + +Callie's eyes remained steady. "Just touch the tower with your hand," she explained. "Once you do, you'll be pulled inside. After that, your bloodline will decide how far you can go." + +Max nodded in understanding. No unnecessary steps. No tricks. + +Just a test of pure bloodline authority. + +Without hesitation, he strode toward the Inheritance Tower, his movements calm, unhurried. + +The members of the guild standing around it instinctively stepped aside, clearing a direct path for him. No one dared to block his way. + +Max didn't react to their silent obedience—he simply offered a faint smile before reaching the front of the tower. + +Before him, the tower's black surface loomed, covered in ancient engravings that seemed to shift subtly as if alive. + +Reaching out, he placed his right hand against its cold, stone-like exterior. + +And then— + +Everything vanished. + +The world around him dissolved in an instant, and when he opened his eyes again… + +He was no longer outside. + +Max found himself standing on a circular platform, suspended in nothing but pure darkness. + +The air was heavy, thick, as if something unseen was pressing down on his very existence. + +The silence was deafening. No wind, no sound—just an overwhelming void stretching endlessly in every direction. + +Max remained still, waiting. + +And then— + +Something stirred in the darkness. + +[Bloodline Authentication Successful.] + +[Checking the Potential…] + +[Potential - Floor 7.] + +The words floated around Max like whispers of the void.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Suddenly, the platform beneath him shifted. A force he couldn't see—yet could 'feel'—wrapped around him, and before he could react, he was elevated. + +Max's body floated upward, the darkness around him stretching endlessly. + +'Floor 7?' + +A small smile tugged at his lips. He had expected this result. His Bloodline had already shattered normal rules—it made sense that he would go beyond what any before him had reached. + +The ascent felt weightless, almost peaceful. + +Then, without warning, the platform halted. + +Max's feet touched solid ground. The darkness around him peeled away, revealing… + +A hall. + +It wasn't grand or ethereal like he had imagined. Instead, it looked… simple. The floors were made of aged wood, smooth yet sturdy. The walls, though plain, carried an ancient presence. At the center of the hall, a small pillar stood, but beyond that, there was 'nothing else'. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly. 'This is the 7th floor?' + +And then— + +"You're here, kid." + +A voice echoed behind him. + +Max spun around immediately, his instincts flaring. + +What he saw made his brows twitch. + +A floating head hovered in the air, grinning at him. + +His eyes scanned the figure—there was no body, just a head that looked like a parrotlevitating with ease. + +"A spirit?" Max muttered aloud. + +The floating head nodded, its amused gaze never leaving him. "I am the Spirit of the Inheritance Tower." + +Its grin widened. "And you, kid, are the first person in the history of this tower to ever reach the 7th Floor." + +Max was surprised to hear that he was the first person to reach the seventh floor, but he didn't dwell on it too much. After witnessing the reactions of the Old Saintess and Klaus, it had already become clear to him—his bloodline was unlike anything they had ever seen. + +His expression remained calm as he shifted his focus. "So, how do I get the inheritance?" + +The spirit of the tower smiled lightly, as if amused. "Let's not rush things. It's been quite a while since I last had a conversation with someone." + +Max frowned slightly. "What's there to talk about?" + +The spirit's grin widened at his impatience. "Oh, I don't know…" it mused. "Perhaps your bloodline?" + +Max's frown deepened. "What do you mean?" + +The floating head's gaze sharpened, and it lifted a spectral hand to point directly at him. "You possess a bloodline unlike any I have ever seen before," it said. "And believe me, I have seen 'many' things in my lifetime." + +Max's eyes narrowed. He had already figured his bloodline was unique, but for the Tower Spirit itself—an entity bound to the ancient inheritance of the Black Lotus—to say it had never encountered something like his bloodline… That was truly mysterious. + +The spirit continued, its tone calm yet weighty. "You see, there are three known types of bloodlines in terms of potency and overall power. They are: the Bloodline of a Saintess, the Progenitor Bloodline and lastly, the Source Bloodline." + +Max listened carefully, everything was new to him. + +The spirit went on. "At first, I assumed you possessed a Source Bloodline unique to this world—something powerful, but not unknown to me. But after 'scanning' your bloodline…" + +It paused, before delivering the next words with undeniable certainty. + +"I realized your bloodline is not the Source Bloodline." + +Max's pupils shrank slightly. + +"What?" + +The spirit nodded. "Yes. I have seen 'countless' individuals wielding Source Bloodlines over the ages. I know exactly what makes a Source Bloodline what it is. I know its limits, its potential. And you…" + +It pointed at Max again. + +"You, my friend, do not possess a Source Bloodline." + +Max exhaled slowly, digesting the information. + +His bloodline was something beyond even the Source Bloodline? + +Something the Tower Spirit itself had never witnessed before? + +A bloodline that was truly unique, never before seen? + +Suddenly, Max felt a creeping sense of curiosity—and a bit of unease. + +'Just what the hell is my bloodline?' + +Max took a deep breath, digesting everything the spirit had just said. + +But in the end, he simply let it go. + +He didn't care what his bloodline was. He wasn't interested in solving the mystery of its origins. Power—that was all that mattered. Strength was the only truth in this world, and as long as this bloodline helped him achieve that, he didn't need to understand it. + +Besides, if he kept growing stronger, the answers would eventually reveal themselves. There was no need to waste time chasing something that would come to him naturally. + +'Focus on getting stronger.' + +That was all he needed to do. + +Max exhaled and nodded. "I understand," he said after a long moment of silence. Then, he looked at the spirit directly. "But none of this matters, does it?" + +The spirit blinked. + +"You don't know what my bloodline is. I don't know what my bloodline is. So let's push this useless topic aside and focus on something that actually matters." + +Max's eyes sharpened. + +"Inheritance." + +The spirit stared at him for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. + +"Heh… I like you, kid." + +It fell silent for a moment as if considering how much to reveal. Then, with a measured tone, it spoke again. + +"The inheritance at the seventh floor is vastly different from all the others in this tower." + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. "How different?" + +The spirit's expression remained calm. "Well, for starters, you will still receive the bloodline inheritance, just like in every other floor. But those who reach the seventh floor are granted something else—an opportunity that no one in the entire world of Acaris would ever refuse." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-26.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-26.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54a1503 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-26.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 26: Intent" +slug: "ch-26" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 26 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1358 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Who are you?" Max asked, sweating. The pressure he felt from this man was so overwhelming that he almost felt like prostrating before him. It wasn't instinctual, but a deep, primal urge from the very bottom of his heart screamed for him to kowtow and worship the man standing in front of him. + +'Damn, this man is very dangerous. I better get out of here,' Max thought, secretly planning his escape. + +"Defeat me," the man said, pointing his sword at Max. + +As soon as the words left his lips, the man vanished from his position and reappeared before Max, slashing down at his shoulders. + +Max's eyes widened in shock. If not for his Three Dimensional Body skill, he wouldn't have been able to follow such a fast attack with his eyes. + +Max used his Sword Aura to the maximum and countered with an upward slash. + +CLANG! + +Wind howled and bellowed as their swords collided, sending shockwaves in all directions. A figure was blasted back at breakneck speed, crashing into a charred tree. + +The figure was Max. + +"Cough..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood as he collided with the tree. + +'He's too strong!' Max thought, feeling pain coursing through his entire body. Even though he could battle those at level 10, his body and physique were still at level 4. It didn't matter if he could fight at that level—if even one of their attacks landed, he'd be finished. + +Slowly standing, Max warily stared at the man. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice cracking from the pressure the man was exuding. + +"Defeat me," the man said before attacking again, thrusting his sword forward, sending hundreds of small black dragons toward Max. + +Max gritted his teeth and immediately used the level 100 Flurry Strike, thrusting his sword forward one time, two times, three times... a hundred times in quick succession. + +With each thrust, five sword shadows were released. In no time, five hundred sword shadows collided with the hundreds of small black dragons from the man's sword. + +The sword shadows and the black dragons collided, causing black flaming explosions between Max and the man, forcing Max to retreat, his feet sliding back five steps before he came to a stop. + +"My attack is useless..." Max muttered, feeling the strength of the man. Although the man's displayed strength was still at level 10, the constant pressure he emanated made Max tremble in fear. + +'I want to use the Divergent Slash attack that I made up with the Sword Aura while training all those years in the Dimension of Time but I need a little time to use that attack and I don't think this guy will give me that.' He pondered his options. + +"Your sword is strong, but it's lacking something of great value," the man said, making Max frown. + +"Lacking something?" Max frowned, glancing at his blue-glowing sword. "What is it lacking?" he asked, genuinely curious. + +Max had also felt before that there seemed to be missing something from his Sword Aura. Although he couldn't tell what it was, he knew it was of utmost important to it. + +"An intent," the man replied calmly. "Your sword has perfect form, mastered over years of practice, but it is lacking intent." + +"Intent?" Max pondered the word, trying to understand the connection between intent and his sword. + +Seeing the confusion on Max's face, the man's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained sharp. He spoke again, his voice calm but firm. "When someone wants to kill you, their intent is driven by the desire to end your life. That's killing intent. A monster, on the other hand, will attack with beastly hunger or rage—that's bestial intent. But when it comes to wielding a sword, the intent is different." + +He paused, watching Max carefully as he let the weight of his words settle. "Intent is what drives your sword. It's more than just swinging a blade. Without intent, your sword is just a tool, not an extension of your will. If you draw your sword without any purpose or feeling behind it, you'll never truly understand the deeper laws of the sword. You'll remain stagnant in your growth as a swordsman." + +Max stood still, absorbing the gravity of the lesson. The man's words were sharp and clear, and for the first time, he began to sense that the sword was not just an instrument of battle—it was a reflection of the mind, the heart, and the soul.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +"An intent that drives my sword... an extension of my will..." Max repeated the words quietly to himself, his mind sinking deeper into contemplation. As he pondered the meaning behind the man's teachings, something inside him stirred. It was as if the very essence of swordsmanship, something he'd never truly understood before, was beginning to click into place. + +Without realizing it, Max entered a state of enlightenment. His movements slowed, and he raised his sword. He began to swing it aimlessly at first, not with strength, power, or even his Sword Aura, but with a sense of fluidity, as if testing the air, feeling the rhythm of the world around him. + +There was no rush in his movements—each swing was deliberate, yet effortless, as if the sword were merely an extension of his own arm. + +At first, the air around him seemed still, but gradually, a subtle shift began to happen. A quiet hum echoed from the blade, and a faint aura began to form around the edge of the sword. + +As he continued his swings, the aura grew stronger and sharper, as if the sword itself was alive, responding to his deepening understanding. + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the change. After that, his movements became more confident, more focused, as if the sword was no longer a tool, but an embodiment of his will itself. + +In that moment, Max knew he had begun to grasp what the man had been teaching him: the true essence of the sword was not in the blade, but in the intent that guided it. + +Max closed his eyes, absorbing everything he had learned just now, before opening them and looking at the man before him. "I am ready," he said calmly. + +The man nodded approvingly and swung his sword down in one final slash. + +Max took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. There was no hesitation now. He focused, and with a sharp, controlled movement, he brought his sword up in a powerful upward slash to meet the old man's sword. + +CLANG! + +The two blades met with a resounding crash, the shockwave of the impact vibrating through the air. Max's grip on his sword tightened, and he stood his ground, holding his position firmly. His sword remained steady, unwavering under the force of the blow. + +The old man, on the other hand, was slowly pushed back, the force of Max's strike driving him off balance. It was only for a moment, but the sight was enough to make Max feel a surge of pride. + +However, just as Max thought he had succeeded, an unexpected and deeply unsettling sound rang in his ears. + +Crack! + +Max's eyes widened in horror as he saw the surface of his sword begin to splinter. A web of cracks spread rapidly across the blade, the fractures crawling up the steel like veins, until the entire sword shattered with a deafening bang. + +The pieces flew in all directions, and Max was sent hurtling backward by the force of the explosion. His body slammed against the ground, the shock of the impact rattling his bones. + +"Agghh, that hurts," Max winced in pain, slowly standing up before looking back at the man. + +"You passed," the man said before transforming into black flames and flowing back into the cave. "But remember this: what you have learned is just the edge of intent. It needs years of practice before your intent can truly take form." His last words echoed in Max's ears as the black flames disappeared into the cave. + +"Whoever you are, I am very grateful for your teachings," Max bowed in appreciation before turning his attention to the cave in front of him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-260.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-260.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86ccde7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-260.md @@ -0,0 +1,240 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 260: Miracle" +slug: "ch-260" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 260 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1267 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's eyes gleamed with interest. "What opportunity?" + +The spirit chuckled, but there was a knowing edge to its amusement. "Sadly… I 'can't' tell you." + +Max's expression darkened slightly. "Why not?" + +The spirit's grin widened. "Because your strength is too weak to even 'participate' in that opportunity." + +Max clenched his jaw slightly, but before he could speak, the spirit continued. + +"When you reach the peak of Seeker Rank, return to the seventh floor," it said. "Only then will I reveal what awaits you. Until that day… strive to become stronger." + +Max exhaled slowly. + +Something even beyond an inheritance. Something so significant that the spirit itself wouldn't even disclose it to him at his current level. + +It only reaffirmed what he already knew— + +'Strength is everything. I guess I have no choice but to wait…' he thought, though the idea of being kept in the dark bothered him. + +Shaking those thoughts away, he turned back to the spirit. "So, about the first opportunity—the one where I receive the inheritance of my bloodline. I can get that now, right?" + +The spirit nodded. "You can," it confirmed, raising a spectral hand to point at the pillar in the center of the hall. "Just place your hand on it." + +Max turned to look at the pillar. + +It was simple, unassuming—just a stone construct with a faint glow surrounding it. But on its surface, right at the center, was a handprint mark. + +Without hesitation, Max stepped forward. + +His fingers hovered over the mark for a brief second before he pressed his palm against it. + +The moment he did— + +His bloodline activated automatically. + +A surge of power coursed through him, but before he could even process what was happening, his vision shattered like glass. + +The world around him was ripped away, consumed by absolute darkness. + +And then— + +He wasn't alone anymore. + +Standing in the middle of the void was a dragon. + +A massive, overwhelming existence that made everything else insignificant. + +Its body stretched into the darkness, its form almost impossible to fully comprehend. But its eyes… + +Cold. Empty. Eternal. + +Staring into them felt like looking directly into the abyss itself. + +Max felt small. + +No—he felt like an ant before this creature. A speck of dust in the presence of something primordial. + +And then—𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +ROAAARRR! + +A deafening roar shook the void, making Max's entire existence tremble. + +Before he could react, before he could even think, the dragon lunged forward— + +And swallowed him whole. + +Gasps! + +Max's chest heaved as he took deep, staggering breaths, his mind reeling from what had just happened. + +He was back inside the Inheritance Tower, his hand still pressed against the stone pillar. But something was wrong. + +His body— + +It was overflowing with black flames. + +Dark, searing fire surged from his skin, coiling around him like a living entity. The sheer heat made the air around him distort, yet he felt no pain. Instead, he felt… power. + +Then— + +The flames reached their apex. + +And in that very instant— + +The entire Inheritance Tower began to glow. + +But it wasn't black flames that consumed it. + +It was a gentle white glow—a radiant light that spread from the tower outward, covering the entire City of Dark Heaven. + +Outside the Tower… + +Every single member of the Black Lotus Guild—those who possessed the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, a bloodline inherited through the Inheritance Tower—felt it. + +One after another, their bodies began to glow, enveloped in the same soft white radiance. + +At first, they were confused. + +Then— + +Shock. + +Fear. + +Excitement. + +"What's happening?!" + +"What's going on?! My bloodline—it's going crazy!" + +"Yeah! Mine too! This has never happened before!" + +And then— + +A sudden realization spread through them all at once. + +"Wait… my bloodline— 'it's getting stronger!'" + +"Mine too!" + +"How is this possible?! How could our bloodline suddenly start evolving?!" + +Those with black flames felt their abilities enhancing. + +Those with bloodline-based physical enhancements felt their strength and speed skyrocket. + +Those with Black Lotus techniques suddenly found their techniques refining themselves, becoming more potent than ever before. + +This wasn't just a power-up. + +This was a full-scale bloodline evolution. + +Something that had never happened before in the entire history of the Black Lotus Guild. + +And the most terrifying part? + +It wasn't just them. + +The Old Saintess and Klaus were no exception. + +Their bodies, too, were bathed in the same gentle white glow, a sensation unlike anything they had ever felt before. + +Klaus, normally composed, trembled as he felt the changes within him. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline—the same bloodline he had cultivated for centuries—was undergoing a fundamental transformation. + +"This… this is impossible…" he muttered, his voice unsteady. His hands shook, his entire being overwhelmed by what was happening inside him. "'My bloodline… it's evolving… to the rank of a Saintess…?'" + +His breath came in shallow bursts. + +He had lived for so many years, and yet—never had he felt this level of pure, unfiltered shock. + +Bloodline evolution had always been considered a myth—a fairy tale whispered among the old scholars, an impossibility in the rigid structure of Acaris's natural laws. Yet, right now—it was happening. + +And not just to him. + +The Old Saintess closed her eyes briefly, immersing herself in the sensation of change coursing through her veins. But the moment she fully grasped what was happening— + +Her eyes snapped open, widening in sheer disbelief. + +"'My bloodline… it's transforming into that of a Progenitor…?'" she muttered. + +She took a step back, stunned. Even with her ten thousand years of experience, her knowledge of history, her understanding of bloodlines— + +She had never, not once—heard of a phenomenon like this. + +An evolution of all bloodlines within an entire guild? + +Not just one or two individuals, but every single member experiencing an instantaneous jump to the next level of their bloodline's potential? + +It defied everything she had known. Everything she had ever believed possible. + +For the first time in thousands of years, the Old Saintess laughed wryly, shaking her head. + +"Originally, we wanted Max to gain the inheritance, so that his power could strengthen the existing bloodline of our guild members." + +She paused, looking around, seeing the countless glowing figures, the rising energy, the sheer magnitude of what was happening. + +"But who would have thought…" she murmured, her voice filled with awe. + +"'That Max's bloodline is so strong—so unbelievable—that it wouldn't just strengthen our bloodline…'" + +Her lips curled into an incredulous smile. + +"'It would evolve every single one of us to the next stage.'" + +She let out a breathless laugh. + +"If this isn't a miracle…" + +She glanced at the tower, still glowing, radiating a power unseen in the history of the Black Lotus Guild. + +"Then tell me—what is?" + +As all of this unfolded outside, Max felt something shifting deep within him. + +A strange, unexplainable sensation surged through his core, something constructing itself inside him. + +He instinctively closed his eyes, focusing inward. + +And then— + +He saw it. + +A dragon. + +A black dragon, its body immense and coiling, moving slowly around his golden core—not as a beast, but as a guardian. + +The sight sent a wave of understanding through Max's mind. It wasn't just some illusion or manifestation—this dragon was part of him. + +And then— + +A flood of information poured into his mind. + +His bloodline had granted him something new—an Inheritance Ability tied directly to his Black Dragon Bloodline. + +The name appeared in his thoughts as though it had always been there— + +[Dragon Scales Transformation] + +The knowledge of its effects was immediate. + +—An ability to coat his body in dragon scales, enhancing his defense and strength to an unimaginable degree. + +Max's eyes snapped open. + +The black flames around him were still raging, but now, his body felt different. + +Stronger. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-261.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-261.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..580330c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-261.md @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 261: A Path Unique to Max" +slug: "ch-261" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 261 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1090 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As the final pulses of gentle white light faded from the Inheritance Tower, the transformation of every guild member's bloodline came to completion. + +The glow dissipated. The air settled. + +And at that very moment, Max removed his palm from the small pillar. + +He took a deep breath, his mind replaying what had just happened. + +But his expression frowned slightly. + +'That was it?' + +The inheritance had only granted him one ability—Dragon Scales Transformation. + +He had expected more. Something greater. A complete inheritance that would unlock all the abilities tied to his bloodline. + +Yet, all he received was one transformation ability. + +Max's fingers clenched slightly. + +He wasn't exactly disappointed, but he couldn't help but feel like… this inheritance was a scam. + +His Black Dragon Bloodline had an entire range of abilities—he had seen others use them, controlling black flames and many other abilities of the members of the guild. + +So why did he receive only one ability? + +His gaze snapped back to the floating head of the tower spirit. + +"Hey," Max called out, his voice calm but edged with dissatisfaction. "How come I only got one ability from the inheritance?" + +The spirit grinned, as if it had been expecting this reaction. + +"There was no mention of controlling black flames or any other abilities," Max continued, his sharp eyes locking onto the spirit. + +The spirit chuckled, its floating form bobbing slightly in amusement. "Ahh… you noticed, huh?" + +Max's frown deepened. + +"Of course, I noticed. You call this an inheritance? Feels more like I just got one minor ability and nothing else." + +The spirit sighed dramatically. "Well, let me explain something to you, kid." + +Its grin widened. + +"Your bloodline is different." + +Max stayed silent, waiting for the explanation. + +The spirit continued, its tone carrying a sense of mystery. + +"For any other inheritor, the inheritance would normally grant them access to their ancestral bloodline abilities—because their bloodline has already been fully developed through generations." + +It floated closer, its glowing eyes narrowing slightly. + +"But you? You don't have an inherited bloodline. You have something… completely unique." + +Max's gaze didn't waver. "And?" + +The spirit smirked. + +"And that means… 'your inheritance is not a gift, but a process.'" + +Max's eyes flickered with understanding, but he still waited for the full explanation. + +"Unlike others, who simply unlock the abilities of their bloodline through inheritance, 'you have to construct them yourself'," the spirit said. "The Dragon Scales Transformation isn't just 'one' ability—it's the first piece of your bloodline awakening." + +Max's expression shifted slightly. + +"You're saying I have to create my own inheritance?" + +The spirit nodded, its grin never fading. "Exactly. Your bloodline is unseen, unknown, even to me. That means it does not have a set path like other bloodlines. Instead of receiving a fully-formed inheritance, you must build it from the ground up." + +Max's gaze darkened as he absorbed the revelation. + +His inheritance wasn't pre-made. + +There was no set of techniques waiting for him. + +Instead, he had to unlock, construct, and develop his abilities himself. + +A slow smirk formed on Max's lips. + +"So… I'm not limited to a set path." + +The spirit's grin widened even further. + +"That's the right way to look at it, kid." + +The spirit added, "Also, the seventh floor was originally designed for those who possess the Source Bloodline—in case one ever appeared on a planet like Acaris. Its main function is to strengthen an already existing bloodline." + +It smirked. "And as I already said, if you want to receive a true inheritance, like those with the Source Bloodline, you would at least need to reach the peak of Seeker Rank." + +Max frowned, taking in the explanation. + +He processed it carefully, but then something stood out—a single detail that shifted his entire perspective. + +His gaze snapped toward the spirit. + +"Are you saying… there are other planets out there?" His voice held a rare hint of disbelief. "'Like Acaris?'" + +For the first time, his worldview expanded beyond just the domains of his planet. + +The spirit let out a scoff, floating lazily in the air. "Hah. Of course, there are other planets. More than you can imagine." + +It grinned, looking at Max with a mix of mockery and amusement. "Where do you think those with the Source Bloodline live? Certainly not in Acaris." + +It floated closer, its glowing eyes narrowing. + +"There are worlds out there so vast, so beyond comprehension, that you wouldn't even believe they exist if I told you. This world—Acaris—is just a tiny speck in the grand scheme of things. Imagine a vast, never-ending ocean, and you… you're just an ant floating in one of the far-off corners." + +Max felt something stir deep inside him. + +The words hit harder than he expected. + +He had always seen Acaris as an unimaginably massive world. With its Lower Domain, Middle Domain, and unknown higher realms, it was already overwhelming. + +But now… + +There were other planets. + +Other worlds. + +Other civilizations that existed beyond his understanding. + +Were they even human? + +Or were there races beyond imagination, stronger, more advanced, more terrifying than anything he had ever seen? + +A surge of restlessness filled his chest. + +He wanted to see them. + +He wanted to explore those distant worlds. + +For the first time, he felt a desire that wasn't just about strength—it was about discovery. + +But he quickly calmed himself down, forcing the excitement to settle. + +'Strength first.' + +Without power, all of this was meaningless. + +Without power, he wouldn't be able to leave Acaris—let alone survive whatever was waiting beyond. + +Max exhaled slowly, his gaze becoming sharper than before. + +One day. + +One day, he would leave this world. + +One day, he would see everything beyond Acaris with his own eyes. + +But first— + +He had to become strong enough to survive it. + +Max shook his head, clearing his thoughts. His focus returned to the spirit, his mind now fully set on the matter at hand. + +"So, let me get this straight," he said, his voice calm. "I can't receive the normal inheritance like the other members of the Black Lotus Guild because of my unique bloodline. Instead, my only path is to aim for the True Inheritance, which I can only access when I reach the peak of the Seeker Rank. Is that correct?" + +The spirit nodded, floating lazily in the air. "That sums it up."𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +It smirked. "The True Inheritance was originally meant for those with the Source Bloodline. But in your case, considering how… 'unusual' your bloodline is, it will benefit you more than anything in this tower ever could. So don't waste time worrying about what you didn't get—just get stronger." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-262.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-262.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..48881b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-262.md @@ -0,0 +1,178 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 262: Benefits of Inheritance" +slug: "ch-262" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 262 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1016 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max let out a slow breath, accepting the reality of it. + +Fine. + +If that was the path set before him, then so be it. + +But then… something else caught his attention. A strange sensation that had been lingering in the back of his mind ever since he received the inheritance. + +His connection to the other members of the Black Lotus Guild—it was different now. + +It wasn't just the usual awareness he had before. + +Now… he could sense them. + +Not just their presence, but their emotions, their thoughts—as if some unseen bond had deepened within his very being. + +It was subtle, but it was there. + +He turned to the spirit, his eyes sharp. "Why am I feeling connected to all the other members of the Black Lotus Guild right now?" + +The spirit grinned, as if expecting the question. + +"Didn't I tell you?" It said. "The seventh floor was designed for those with the Source Bloodline to strengthen the existing bloodline of the Black Lotus Guild. And you? By simply receiving the inheritance, you did exactly that." + +It floated closer, its glowing eyes narrowing in amusement. + +"And because 'you' strengthened their bloodline, you've now become an Alpha Being among them." + +Max frowned, his mind clicking the pieces together. + +Alpha Being. + +A leader. A ruler. + +A force that stood above the rest, not just in status, but in bloodline authority. + +It was like… an alpha wolf commanding its pack. + +A slow smile crept onto Max's face as realization dawned. + +'That's the benefit of strengthening their bloodline?' + +It was unexpected—but not unwanted. + +With this deeper connection, he would be able to sense any betrayal before it even happened. + +He would always know who was loyal and who wasn't. + +And more importantly… + +If he ever needed to command this force, he could do so with nothing more than a thought. + +Max exhaled, his smile lingering. + +'"This is good."' + +He contemplated for a moment, then came to a decision. + +Max turned back to the spirit, his gaze steady. "So, when my strength reaches the peak of the Seeker Rank, I come back to this temple." + +The spirit grinned, an amused glint in its glowing eyes. "You better prepare yourself when that time comes," it said. "Because you'll be shocked at the kind of opportunity waiting for you." + +Max scoffed lightly, not taking its words too seriously. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, nodding slightly. "We'll see about that." + +Then, shifting his stance, he asked, "Now, how do I leave this tower?" + +The spirit's grin widened. + +"You can't leave," it said cheerfully. + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you—" + +Before he could even finish his sentence— + +The ground beneath him vanished. + +"What the—?!" + +He fell. + +His vision blurred, his body plunging through the void at a speed that left his stomach twisting. There was no sense of direction, no gravity—just endless freefalling. + +And then— + +Thud! + +He landed back outside the tower, his feet hitting solid ground as if nothing had happened. + +Max blinked, taking a second to reorient himself.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +He glanced around, his eyes scanning the surroundings. + +Everyone in the Black Lotus Guild was still standing there, watching him. + +It was only a glance, but it was enough for him to sense it— + +Their bloodline had significantly changed. + +No, it hadn't just changed— + +It had become stronger. + +Max exhaled, his mind clicking the pieces together. 'No wonder they were so eager for me to come here…' + +They had known. + +They had known that his bloodline would strengthen theirs. + +Max let his gaze roam for a moment, feeling the new, deeper connection he now had with them. + +And then— + +From the crowd, he saw three figures approaching. + +Callie. + +The Old Saintess. + +And Klaus. + +Their expressions varied, but one thing was clear— + +They were coming to talk. + +Klaus was the first to speak as Max stepped forward. "How was it? Did you get the inheritance?" he asked, flashing a knowing smile. + +Max nodded, though there was a slight shrug in his response. "Kind of." + +Then, his gaze shifted to Klaus, Callie, and the Old Saintess. A small smile tugged at his lips. "It looks like your bloodlines have… changed." + +The Old Saintess gave a light chuckle, shaking her head. "Not just changed," she corrected, "but evolved." + +Max raised a brow as she continued, "With your bloodline as a base, our bloodlines have evolved one rank higher than they originally were. Those with normal bloodlines have now reached the level of a Saintess. And for Saintesses like myself—our bloodlines have evolved into the Progenitor Bloodline." + +Max's eyes gleamed, his mind clicking the pieces together. He had already sensed it, but hearing the confirmation made it all the more real. + +Callie, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up. "So, what are you going to do now?" + +Max pondered for a moment before giving a straightforward answer. "I need a place to train." His gaze remained steady. "After that, I'll leave with you all for the King of the West's birthday in four months." + +The Old Saintess nodded at his response, then turned to Callie. "Show Max to his house," she instructed. + +She then turned back to Max. "After handling everything here, Klaus and I will come to meet you." + +Max nodded, not questioning her words. "Let's go," he said, glancing at Callie. + +Callie gave a short nod before leading him away. + +As the two disappeared from sight, the Old Saintess turned to Klaus. + +"Take care of everything here and come to my hut." Her tone was casual, but Klaus knew better—she wasn't asking. + +"I have some things to deal with at the moment," she added before vanishing. + +And just like that—Klaus was left alone. + +He exhaled heavily, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked at the guild members still gathered around the Inheritance Tower. + +They were all staring at him, questions burning in their eyes. + +Klaus rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath. + +'"Damn that old hag. She always leaves me with these messes to deal with."' + +Sighing deeply, he turned toward the crowd. + +"Alright, alright," he grumbled. "One at a time, let's get this over with…" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-263.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-263.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a0a6eff --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-263.md @@ -0,0 +1,222 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 263: Dragon Scales Transformation" +slug: "ch-263" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 263 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1143 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Callie led Max toward his living quarters, they walked in silence. + +But even without words, Max could feel her thoughts. + +They weren't just assumptions or guesses—he could literally sense them, as if they were trickling directly into his mind. + +How did he do it? + +What is the secret behind his bloodline? + +What makes him so special? + +Each question echoed in his head, and despite his usually composed nature, Max felt a bit embarrassed. + +'Can I make this go away?' + +He wasn't sure how this was happening, but it was clear that his bloodline connection had deepened far more than he originally thought. + +And he didn't like it. + +Hearing people's thoughts constantly? That would be a nightmare. + +Max closed his eyes lightly, focusing inward. + +He concentrated, trying to shut out the connection—trying to control whatever it was that was allowing him to hear Callie's thoughts. + +A moment passed. + +Then— + +Silence. + +When he opened his eyes, everything had become clear. + +The mental connection had vanished. + +Callie's thoughts no longer bled into him. + +Max let out a quiet sigh of relief. + +'"Thank god."' + +If this ability had been permanent, he couldn't even imagine what kind of hell his life would have turned into. + +Living every second hearing people's thoughts? + +No. That was something he could never live with. + +Both of them continued walking in silence, the atmosphere growing increasingly awkward with each passing moment. + +Max, having shut off the mental connection, no longer sensed Callie's thoughts, but the tension between them was palpable. + +A long, awkward walk. + +Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Callie came to a stop in front of a large dome-shaped structure. + +"This is your place," she said, her tone as neutral as ever. + +Max glanced at the building, taking in its simple yet sturdy design. It wasn't extravagant, but it looked well-fortified, likely built with security in mind. + +"If you need anything," Callie continued, "just let me know." + +She tapped her holowatch, the faint digital sound of a notification beeping through the air. + +Beep! + +Max's own holowatch vibrated, signaling an incoming contact request. + +He tapped it lightly, adding Callie's contact without hesitation. + +A brief moment of silence followed. + +Max exhaled, glancing back at the dome structure before heading inside. + +Finally, a place to train in peace. + +As Callie was about to leave, Max called out to her. + +"Callie, can you ask Klaus and the Old Saintess if there are any dragon-related items in the guild's possession that aren't being used?" His voice was calm, but there was a certain weight behind his request. "I need them right now. Also, ask if they can provide me with Chaos Stones, but make sure they know that anything related to dragons takes top priority." + +Callie nodded without hesitation before silently walking away. + +Once she disappeared from sight, Max stepped inside his living quarters. + +The dome structure was simple but spacious, equipped with everything he needed. He explored the rooms, familiarizing himself with the layout, before making his way toward the bathroom. + +Steam filled the air as Max dried himself off, feeling refreshed. + +Once dressed, he went to the kitchen and prepared a meal. + +The food wasn't extravagant—just simple, hearty nourishment—but he enjoyed it nonetheless, taking his time to savor every bite. + +As he finished, his mind shifted to something else. + +'"Time to test Dragon Scales Transformation."' + +His eyes gleamed as he stood, pushing the plate aside. + +He moved toward the training chamber, a separate section within his quarters, designed with reinforced walls and specialized equipment. + +Inside, various training instruments and measuring tools were neatly arranged, but Max ignored them. + +He didn't need any of that. Not right now. + +Instead, he walked to the center of the chamber and stood still. + +He closed his eyes. + +Darkness engulfed his vision. + +Then— + +A familiar light broke through the void. + +A golden core, radiant and steady, illuminating the darkness. + +And coiling around it—𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +A massive black dragon. + +Max focused on it, observing the intricate details of its body. + +Its entire form was covered in hundreds of thousands of scales, each one an embodiment of strength and resilience. + +But then he noticed something. + +Not all the scales were the same. + +Some of them—only a small portion—glowed with a golden gleam, standing out against the deep black of the dragon's body. + +Max's brows furrowed slightly. + +'"What's the difference?"' + +He knew that these scales would be crucial in his Dragon Scales Transformation—but he had yet to understand how. + +'Could they be my 300 Dragon Scales?' + +The thought echoed in Max's mind as he stared at the golden-glowing scales wrapped around the black dragon inside him. + +Realizing that the dragon within him was real, a surge of excitement filled his chest. + +His focus snapped back to the present. + +'Time to test it.' + +The moment Max activated the ability, he felt it. + +A sudden shift—an awakening of something ancient deep inside him. + +Black scales appeared along his two arms, spreading from his hands to his elbows. + +But these weren't normal scales. + +They weren't physical—not grown from his skin, but rather manifested energy, condensed into an armor-like form. + +Each black scale carried a golden edge, pulsing faintly as if they were alive. + +Max raised his hands, flexing his fingers. He could feel the difference—his arms felt heavier, stronger, as if they were now weapons themselves. + +But something was off. + +The scales only covered up to his elbows—nowhere near his entire arm. + +Max frowned slightly. 'Is it because I only have around 300 Dragon Scales?' + +He fist-bumped both his hands together in curiosity. + +Tang! + +A deep, metallic clash rang through the training chamber. + +Max's eyes widened in shock. + +It sounded exactly like metal striking metal—but this was his own body. + +'"So this transformation isn't just for raw strength—it's for defense too?"' + +He needed to test more. + +Tapping into his Draconic Essences, he willed the power of his 15 Draconic Essences to activate. + +The moment he did— + +Fifteen of his Dragon Scales glowed with golden light. + +And then— + +Raw, untamed strength surged through his entire body. + +But this time, it felt different. + +Max had used the Draconic Essence many times before, increasing his mastery over its strength. Normally, when he used it, he had to condense all the raw power into a single point to maximize its true potential. + +But now— + +Each of his 300 Dragon Scales contained peak strength individually. + +Each scale was like a miniature reservoir of power—and with each glowing one, a new wave of strength pulsed through his muscles. + +Max clenched his fists, feeling the overwhelming force coursing through him. + +'"This is unbelievable!"' + +He had expected Dragon Scales Transformation to give him defense, but now he realized— + +It was far more than that. + +It was an evolution—a perfect synchronization between his strength and defense, amplifying both without restriction. + +His arms alone carried enough raw force to shatter anything in his path. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-264.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-264.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8bcab87 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-264.md @@ -0,0 +1,188 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 264: Good to have Someone Else Do the Small Things" +slug: "ch-264" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 264 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max felt a deep satisfaction as he examined his Dragon Scales Transformation. + +It wasn't the inheritance he had expected, but in some ways, this ability was even better. + +He had been a little disappointed at first, but the raw power and potential of this transformation more than compensated for it. + +And besides— + +The spirit had told him something important. + +He couldn't inherit his bloodline's power like others. Instead, he had to build his own path—to create his own inheritance from scratch. + +That thought lingered in his mind. + +"It will take time… even to start on this path." + +Max exhaled, shaking his head. + +Right now, he had no clue where to begin. How was he supposed to create his own bloodline path? What did that even mean? + +For now, it wasn't worth chasing something elusive. + +Instead, he would focus on what he could control. + +He had four months before the King of the West's birthday. + +That meant four months of pure training. + +His eyes sharpened as he set his goals. + +"I'll master the Ten Hands of the Cultivation God and Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique to complete mastery." + +These were two of his most powerful techniques, but he hadn't perfected them yet. + +That was about to change. + +"There are also many skills I've yet to increase their levels." + +He would use these four months to push every ability to its absolute limit. + +He would refine, master, and evolve. + +Max contemplated deeply, knowing that the upcoming four months would be the longest he had ever spent inside the Dimension of Time since he first received his class. + +But if that was the case— + +Then he would prepare for the absolute best. + +"I need to at least reach Level 10, the peak of the Apprentice Rank, within these four months." + +Max wasn't the type to rush his cultivation recklessly. He preferred a stable foundation, ensuring that every breakthrough solidified his strength rather than just inflating his power. + +But now? + +It was clear that strength was the only thing that mattered. + +And he had no choice but to push forward. + +He had all the resources necessary to break through to Level 1 of the Adept Rank—and that was his ultimate goal before the end of this training period. + +Fully master the 'Ten Hands of the Cultivation God' and 'Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique' to Perfection Stage. + +Increase the levels of his new skills by at least two ranks. + +Advance his cultivation to at least Level 1 of Adept Rank. + +Because if he failed to do this— + +He would not survive the journey ahead. + +Max's gaze darkened as he recalled his sister's words. + +Mourning Depths. + +The name alone carried a sense of dread. + +From everything he had learned, this wasn't just a dangerous region—it was a place where even Adept Rank experts wouldn't dare tread lightly. + +And yet— + +Even the King of the West and an Envoy from the Lost Continent were collaborating to explore it together. + +That alone told Max everything he needed to know. + +This place wasn't for Adept Rank cultivators. + +It wasn't even for Seeker Rank experts. + +Mourning Depths was a place where even monsters among the strong had to tread carefully. + +And right now— + +Max was still at the Apprentice Rank. + +Too weak. + +If he didn't close the gap, if he didn't train harder than ever before— + +Then he wouldn't just be at a disadvantage. + +He would die. + +Max exhaled slowly, his fists clenching. + +'"Four months… That's all the time I have to become stronger."' + +He had no illusions about his current strength. + +If he rushed into the West now, he would be nothing more than an insect in front of the true threats lurking in the Mourning Depths. + +So he would use every second of these four months to break his limits. + +To forge himself into something far beyond what he was now. + +Because once he stepped into the West— + +There would be no turning back. + +Max sat in his training chamber, deep in thought. + +'I also need to study the Compendium of Golems and the book about creating my own sword techniques.' + +His golems could move, but that was all they could do. + +They had no skills. + +No special abilities. + +And to be honest, a golem without a skill was almost useless. + +Max pondered for a moment before pulling up his holowatch and sending a message to Callie. + +He requested her to send some guild members to purchase materials he would need for constructing golems. + +'Since I have time, I might as well create some new golems and study the Compendium of Golems to see if I can solve the skill issue.' He thought lightly pondering something. + +With Klaus and the Old Saintess planning to visit him later, and Callie bringing him the materials for his golems, Max knew it was best to handle all outside matters first. + +Only then— + +Would he be able to go into full retreat. + +Only then— + +Would he be able to train in peace inside the Dimension of Time. + +With that in mind, Max took out his sword technique book and began reading. + +As Max flipped through the pages of "How to Create Your Own Sword Techniques," he quickly came to understand something vital. + +To create a true sword technique, one required a very high level of Sword Laws. + +The book stated that the best stage to start creating sword techniques was after comprehending a Level 1 Concept of Sword. + +However— + +The book also mentioned exceptions. + +There were certain geniuses who could create their own sword techniques even if they had only reached Level 3 of Sword Aura. + +Max's fingers tightened slightly on the book. + +'I don't consider myself a genius, but…' + +His Dimension of Time gave him a ridiculous advantage over others. + +With enough training, even if he didn't have a Level 1 Concept of Sword yet, he believed he could create a technique of his own. + +His own path. + +A sword technique that belonged solely to him. + +His eyes gleamed as he came to a decision. + +As Max continued flipping through the pages of the book, he quickly realized something. + +Creating a sword technique wasn't simple. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-265.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-265.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e55f46b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-265.md @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 265: History of Nulls" +slug: "ch-265" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 265 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +It wasn't just about swinging a sword a certain way or adding flashy movements—it required deep comprehension of the Sword Laws, precision in energy control, and most importantly, a sword technique had to be something that naturally fit one's fighting style. + +He frowned slightly. + +"This is more complicated than I expected." + +But he wasn't discouraged. + +"I'll just figure something out during my training." + +He wasn't the type to overthink before taking action. Testing things directly was the best way to learn. + +Just as he was about to continue reading— + +Beep! + +A soft notification echoed from his holowatch. + +Glancing at the screen, he saw a message from Callie. + +[Callie: We're outside.] + +Max's eyebrow lifted slightly. + +"They're here." + +Without wasting another second, he stood up, closing the book. + +Leaving the training chamber, he walked toward the entrance of his quarters. + +As he opened the door, he was met with the three figures waiting outside. + +The Old Saintess stood in the middle, her usual wise and unreadable expression present. + +To her right, Klaus had his arms crossed, his eyes filled with intrigue as he looked at Max. + +And Callie, standing slightly behind them, was as calm and composed as ever. + +Max gave them a slight nod. + +"Come in." + +*** + +Inside Max's living room, the Old Saintess and Klaus sat on the long couch, while Callie and Max each took a single-person seat across from them. + +Max leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp with anticipation. + +"So, do you have anything related to dragons? Anything at all?" he asked, his voice carrying a rare hint of eagerness. + +Klaus chuckled, leaning back with a knowing smile. "Our guild does possess a few dragon-related items." + +He exchanged a glance with the Old Saintess, who simply nodded in confirmation. + +"Most of them aren't usable and have been sitting in our guild storage for years," Klaus continued. + +Max's eyes lit up slightly at the confirmation, but before he could say anything, Klaus tilted his head, curiosity evident in his expression. + +"But I have to ask—why do you need dragon-related materials?" + +His tone wasn't suspicious or wary. + +Max felt it—through the deepened bloodline connection, he could sense that Klaus's curiosity was genuine. + +There were no hidden motives, no scheming—just pure interest. + +Max took a brief pause before answering. + +"It can increase my strength," he said simply. + +He didn't elaborate, but he also didn't lie. + +Since he was asking them for something, he needed to at least be partially honest. + +Klaus raised an eyebrow at the vague answer but didn't push further. + +Instead, he smiled. + +"Hah. Well, I can't say I understand, but if it makes you stronger, then I don't see any reason not to hand them over," Klaus said with a grin. + +Max could feel the Old Saintess's gaze on him. She had remained silent, simply observing, but now she spoke. + +"How much do you need?" she asked. + +Max's lips curled into a small smirk. + +"As much as you're willing to give me." + +Klaus nodded, then with a casual shake of his hand, he dropped a pile of dragon-related items onto the table before them. + +Bones. Scales. Horns. Other mysterious dragon remnants. + +Among them, Max also spotted a few Chaos Stones, mixed into the pile. + +His eyes gleamed, and a silly grin spread across his face. + +Without hesitation, he swept them all up, storing them away in an instant. + +At the same time, Callie calmly placed a storage pouch on the table. + +"It contains all the materials you requested," she said simply. + +Max glanced at her, then at the pouch, his grin widening. + +With a quick motion, he collected it as well. + +'It's so good to have someone else handle the small things while I just focus on training.' + +The thought made him smile to himself, feeling almost spoiled. + +He could get used to this. + +But— + +Max's excitement over his new resources was short-lived as the Old Saintess suddenly spoke, her tone shifting into something heavy. + +"Max, you should know about something." + +Her words carried weight, a certain gravity that made Max's expression turn serious. + +"What?" Max asked lightly, though he could already tell that whatever she was about to say wasn't trivial. + +The Old Saintess met his gaze, her eyes sharp, almost like a warning. + +"Ascendants." + +Max's entire demeanor shifted. + +His expression turned solemn. + +The moment she said that word, he knew this conversation was about something far beyond ordinary matters. + +The Old Saintess continued, her voice steady yet grim. + +"If there's any power in this world that truly understands the Ascendants… it's us." + +Max remained silent, listening carefully. + +"Before the war ten thousand years ago, there was no trace of the Ascendants. No trace of the Nulls either." + +Max's brows furrowed slightly. + +"The Nulls simply appeared one day. Suddenly. Without warning. Everywhere. + +Lower Domain. Middle Domain. Even the Four God Nations." + +Her voice grew colder, darker. + +"Nobody was spared. Nobody understood why the Nulls suddenly invaded. Why they declared war against the people of Acaris. Nobody even knew that such a race as the Nulls existed in the first place." + +Max's mind raced. + +A hidden race that had remained undetected for countless ages—only to suddenly emerge and wage a world-ending war? + +Something felt wrong about this. + +The Old Saintess's eyes darkened, her face grim. + +"But the war…" She took a breath, her voice heavy. + +"It raged like wildfire, refusing to stop." + +"All of humanity—every race—was on the brink of extinction." + +"We were annihilated." + +"Defeated thoroughly by the Nulls." + +A chill ran down Max's spine. + +The way she spoke… + +The weight in her tone… + +It wasn't just history to her. + +It was something deeply personal. + +Max's gripped his fists tightly when he heard it. + +The Old Saintess continued, her voice carrying the weight of history. + +"However, when all hope was lost… when everyone thought they had lost… when they thought they were going to die… when I thought I was going to die—" + +She paused, her eyes dark with memories. + +"They suddenly disappeared." + +Max's eyes widened slightly. + +"What? They just left? Just like that?" + +It didn't make sense. + +They waged war—slaughtered hundreds of billions—pushed the world to the brink of extinction… + +And then, without warning, they vanished? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-266.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-266.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57801bd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-266.md @@ -0,0 +1,290 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 266: History of Ascendants" +slug: "ch-266" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 266 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1110 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The Old Saintess nodded. "Yes. Just like that. Never to be seen again… for centuries." + +Her next words sent a chill down Max's spine. + +"Until suddenly, a new group of people appeared— Ascendants. " + +Max's breathing slowed. + +"They were mysterious." + +"People only ever heard their name—but never actually saw one." + +Her expression turned grim, her tone lower. + +"But strangely… rumors of the Ascendants spread across all of Acaris." + +"Rumors that they were the strongest beings in the entire world." + +Max's brows furrowed. + +"And then?" he asked, his voice steady. + +The Old Saintess exhaled slowly. + +"It took another millennia before they finally revealed themselves to the world." + +Max could feel it—her next words were going to be crucial. + +Then she turned to him, staring directly into his eyes. + +"And do you know what the first thing they did after revealing themselves was?" + +A strange heaviness filled the air. + +Max's heart pounded once. + +He held his breath. + +"...What?" he asked. + +The Old Saintess's smile darkened. + +"They declared an Ascension Ceremony against a genius of that time." + +Max's eyes widened slightly. + +An Ascension Ceremony? + +The Old Saintess continued, her tone cold and filled with bitterness. + +"At first, people resisted. They didn't agree to the rules of the Ascension Ceremony—saying it was unfair, unjust, that it made no sense." + +She shook her head. + +"Many geniuses outright refused to take part." + +Max listened carefully. + +But then— + +Her next words sent a chill through his spine. + +"That all changed… when Cain appeared." + +Max's body stiffened. + +"Cain?" + +The Old Saintess's eyes turned colder as she spoke. + +"Cain oversaw the situation personally. And to make a statement—he destroyed dozens of cities filled with innocent people." + +Max's face darkened. + +Tens of cities, just wiped off the map—just like that? + +He clenched his fists tightly, feeling an unfamiliar sense of rage bubbling within him. + +The Old Saintess continued, her voice growing heavier. + +"After that… he made his next move." + +She paused, then stared directly at Max. + +"He gave a simple command—'If any of the candidates refused to take part in the Ascension Ceremony, then I will destroy the entire faction they are from… along with everything in a thousand-mile radius.'" + +Max's breathing slowed. + +His eyes narrowed dangerously. + +This was slaughter. + +It was a display of absolute dominance. + +And from the way the Old Saintess spoke, this wasn't an isolated incident. + +It was something systematic. Something repeated. + +Max's jaw tightened. + +"And what happened next?" he asked, his voice low. + +The Old Saintess continued, her voice laced with a mix of anger, bitterness, and resignation. + +"Since then, nobody rejected the Ascension Ceremony anymore. Even if they were dissatisfied with the rules, they had no choice but to comply." + +Max felt a deep unease settle in his chest. + +"But every single genius who ever participated… they were defeated." + +Her words hung in the air. + +"Easily. Effortlessly." + +Max's expression hardened. + +The Ascendants were playing with them—announcing a ceremony, forcing the world's strongest geniuses into it, and then crushing them as if they were nothing. + +But then— + +The Old Saintess's expression darkened even further. + +"But it wasn't that there were no geniuses who could fight back." + +Max's breath hitched slightly. + +"There were. Hundreds of thousands of them." + +"Geniuses who almost defeated the warriors from the Ascendants." + +Almost? + +Max scoffed. + +He could already hear what she was about to say. + +Then— + +The Old Saintess's next words proved him right. + +"But then the worst happened." + +"They transformed into Nulls." + +Max's fingers tightened into fists. + +"And the rest… is history." + +Silence. + +Nulls. + +The same creatures that had appeared out of nowhere ten thousand years ago. + +The same creatures that had waged war, only to suddenly vanish. + +And now—they were appearing again. + +Both after the war ten thousands years ago. + +And now in his time. + +The Old Saintess exhaled, shaking her head. + +"Since then, nobody has ever won an Ascension Ceremony." + +Her next words carried a weight that felt suffocating. + +"This has been going on for ages." + +"For thousands of years—Ascendants have appeared, issued an Ascension Ceremony, challenged the greatest geniuses of our world… and crushed them."𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Max's mind was spinning. + +This was far worse than anything he had imagined. + +Then— + +The Old Saintess looked straight into his eyes. + +"But that all changed." + +"Not until a day ago, that is. When someone won in the Ascension Ceremony." + +Max sat there, stunned. + +The sheer weight of what he had just heard crashed down on him. + +For thousands of years, every genius who had participated in the Ascension Ceremony had been defeated. Every single one. + +Not just beaten—but crushed effortlessly. + +And those who came close to victory? + +They had transformed into Nulls. + +It was a cycle—a brutal, unbreakable pattern that had continued for nearly ten thousand years. + +Until yesterday. + +Until him. + +Only he had managed to win. + +Max's hands clenched into fists, his mind racing. + +The Old Saintess fixed Max with a serious gaze, her tone carrying the weight of warning. + +"Therefore, Max, you need to be on high alert." + +Her words made his shoulders tense, but he didn't react outwardly. + +"You are the only individual in ten thousand years who has ever won an Ascension Ceremony." + +She leaned forward slightly. + +"And that makes you an even bigger target for the Ascendants." + +Max's breath steadied, his expression unreadable. + +"God knows what their plans are." + +The Old Saintess's voice darkened. + +"But what we do know… is that it won't be anything good." + +Max remained silent. + +"Considering their past actions, we can be sure of one thing—" + +Her eyes locked onto his, sharp and filled with a warning. + +"You have now become their prime target." + +A heavy pause. + +"So, Max—" + +"Be extra careful." + +Max exhaled slowly, absorbing everything. + +The Ascendants weren't just some powerful organization. + +They were something far worse—something ancient, something that had been manipulating the world for millennia. + +And now—he was in their sights. + +Max's fingers tightened slightly before he loosed them. + +He thought for a moment before calmly shook his head. + +Max exhaled slowly, then stood up, a small smirk forming on his lips. + +"Yeah, you're right. But for now— I'm safe." + +His voice was calm, but there was a steadiness behind it. + +"I don't want to waste time overthinking something I can't control. I'll deal with whatever comes my way when it happens." + +His gaze sharpened, a flicker of determination in his eyes. + +"For now, I just have to make sure I'm getting stronger with each passing day." + +The Old Saintess and Klaus exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. + +Max stretched slightly, then grinned. + +"And the best way to do that?" + +His fingers cracked slightly as he clenched a fist. + +"Training." + +This wasn't fear. + +This wasn't hesitation. + +This was resolve. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-267.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-267.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aba79ec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-267.md @@ -0,0 +1,206 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 267: All Skills at Legendary Rank" +slug: "ch-267" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 267 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1202 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After the brief meeting with the Old Saintess, Klaus, and Callie, Max finally isolated himself for his four-month-long retreat. + +He had prepared everything—his goals, his training methods, and all the necessary resources. + +Everything was set. + +Without hesitation, he sealed himself inside his training chamber and entered the Dimension of Time. + +The moment he stepped into the Dimension of Time, the outside world became irrelevant. + +Here, one hour equaled a year. + +Four months outside? + +That was centuries inside. + +Max embraced it. + +He didn't hesitate, didn't flinch—he dived in completely. + +The training was brutal—pushing his body, mind, and spirit beyond their limits. + +There were times he would briefly return to the real world for food, but other than that— + +He was completely lost inside the Dimension of Time. + +The endless solitude didn't bother him—instead, it brought him a strange sense of peace + +Max refined, sharpened, and elevated his techniques to the Perfection Stage.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Every skill he had was pushed beyond its previous limits, evolving into something far stronger. + +Through trial and error, he experimented, studied, and analyzed the principles of swordsmanship until he began forging a technique that was uniquely his. + +Using the Compendium of Golems, he modified and created new golems, experimenting with ways to make them more useful in battle. + +Just like that four months passed in the real world. + +But inside the Dimension of Time— + +Max had spent centuries training. + +'Previously, I always go blank or somewhat by the white space and endless time around me but recently I only feel peace.' He mused lightly as he came out of his Dimension of Time stretching his body. + +He smiled slightly thinking that and checked his status. It had been a while since he had seen it last time. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Apprentice] + +– Level: 10 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 27 + +– Soul: 58 + +– Energy: 57 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits, Dimension of Flames] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Excalibur (Lvl-20-L), Elite Sword Arts (Lvl-14-L), Blink Dash (Lvl-23-L), Celestial Tempest (Lvl-100-L), Flame Lord (Lvl-13-L), Void Coating (Lvl-23-L), Eternal Bulwark (Lvl-100-L), Angel Float (Lvl-32-L), Space Freeze (Lvl-9-L), Lightning Needle (Lvl-67-E), Lightning Steps (Lvl-23-E), Flaming Kick (Lvl-43-E) Void Cloak (Lvl-12-E)]1 + +– Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-3), Flame Aura (Lvl-3), Lightning Aura (Lvl-3), Space Aura(Lvl-3)] + +—» Fusion State: [Sword + Flame + Lightning + Space] - [53%] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [58] + +—» Dragon Scales: [433] + +--- + +Max opened his status screen, his eyes scanning the rows of numbers and skill names. A slow grin formed on his face. + +He was more than satisfied. Every single one of his old skills had finally ascended to Legendary Rank, solidifying his foundation. + +At the same time, all his newly acquired abilities had reached Epic Rank, just a step below Legendary. + +It was a tremendous leap in power. But there was one frustrating exception. + +His two strongest skills—Celestial Tempest and Eternal Bulwark—remained stubbornly stuck. + +No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't break through to the Limitbreaker Stage. + +He had tried everything. Spent countless years of refinement, yet both skills refused to advance beyond Level 100. + +Max exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. 'So, Legendary Rank skills are much harder to evolve into Limitbreaker Stage...' + +That realization didn't sit well with him. Every other skill he trained had climbed two full ranks without issue. + +But these two? No progress beyond the ceiling. It was as if something intangible, something beyond raw effort, was required. + +Was it a matter of comprehension? Of insight? Or was there some unknown trigger he had yet to discover? + +Max shook his head, shifting his focus to his Comprehensions. His gaze lingered on the list, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. + +He owed much of his recent progress to the Black Lotus Guild. Their vast collection of ancient tablets, each dedicated to a different Aura, had been invaluable. + +With their resources, he had managed to push all his Auras to Level 3, just a single step away from the elusive Concept Stage. + +But he wasn't delusional. He knew that final step wouldn't come easily. + +Advancing to the Concept Stage required more than just effort—it demanded insight, a deep understanding that couldn't be rushed. + +He had only recently attained Level 3 in most of his Auras, and before he could think about breaking through, he needed to adapt, to internalize them fully. + +Mastery wasn't just about reaching a milestone; it was about wielding power with instinctual ease. + +That would take time. + +Max exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew nothing about the Concept Stage. There were no clear guidelines, no ancient texts spelling out the process. + +It was uncharted territory, a path he would have to carve himself. + +And forging a new path—when no road existed—was never easy. + +Not even for him. + +Still, there were victories to celebrate. + +Max's lips curled into a smirk as he glanced at his Fusion State Aura. The biggest breakthrough was his successful integration of Space Aura into it. + +That alone was a massive leap forward. With each fusion, his aura became more refined, more potent. + +He checked the numbers—53% fusion. A significant jump. Slowly but surely, he was getting closer to completing it. + +His progress didn't stop there. + +His Draconic Essences had also strengthened considerably, thanks to the dragon-related items he had obtained from Klaus. + +The sheer potency of those materials had accelerated his growth in ways he hadn't anticipated. + +While the quantity wasn't as overwhelming as the Dragon Scales he had gathered, Max wasn't too concerned. + +'Quality over quantity.' + +For now, these essences were more than enough. He could feel the latent power coiling within him, waiting to be drawn out. + +However, there was one thing that gnawed at him—a deep, unsettling frustration. + +Max's expression darkened as he stared at his level. He was stuck. + +No matter how much he tried, he simply couldn't break into the Adept Rank. He had done everything—devouring resources, consuming natural treasures, pushing his body beyond its limits in battle. + +Yet, after reaching Level 10, it was as if something inside him had locked up. + +He had hit a wall. + +A saturation point. + +But that didn't make sense at all. + +From now on each skills will be marked with their ranks. + +Common - C + +Uncommon - U + +Rare - R + +Epic - E + +Legendary - L + +Divine - D + +Skill name (Lvl-37-C) like this + +Also--- + +—»Magic Bullets(Common) — Magic Sword Bullets (Uncommon) — Magic Sword Barrage (Rare) — Magic Sword Descends (Epic) — Magic Swords Excalibur (Legendary) + +—»Basic Sword Arts(Common) — Intermediate Sword Arts (Uncommon) — Advance Sword Arts (Rare) — Superior Sword Arts (Epic) — Elite Sword Arts (Legendary) + +—»Dash (common) — Super Dash(Uncommon) — Phantom Dash (Rare) — One Step Dash (Epic) — Blink Dash (Legendary) + +—»Flurry Strike (Rare) — Barrage Strike(Epic) — Celestial Tempest (Legendary) + +—»Infernal Coating (Uncommon) — Molten Coating (Rare) — Abyssal Coating (Epic) — Void Coating (Legendary) + +—»Ten Directional Shield (Rare) — Omni Guard (Epic) — Eternal Bulwark(Legendary) + +—»Float (Common) — Wind Float (Uncommon) — Sky Float (Rare) — Free Float (Epic) — Angel Float (Legendary) + +This is for all old skills... \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-268.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-268.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..455949a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-268.md @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 268: Third Condition" +slug: "ch-268" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 268 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1018 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max clenched his fists, his mind racing. He wasn't just anyone—he was an SSS-Rank class holder. The pinnacle of talent. + +Sure, leveling up was expected to be harder for him. The higher the class tier, the more resources were required for even the smallest breakthroughs. That was normal. + +But hitting a hard stop? That was unheard of. + +His body shouldn't have reached a saturation state—'not yet.' It was like something was actively blocking his advancement, a hidden restriction he hadn't accounted for. + +A saturation state—a dreaded bottleneck where an individual could no longer level up after reaching a certain threshold. It was a natural limitation, a hard cap imposed by their class restrictions. + +But that wasn't Max's problem. + +His class was SSS-Rank. The highest tier. A level of potential so vast it was considered limitless. Others might struggle with class-based restrictions, but for him? There shouldn't even be a saturation point. + +And yet… + +Here he was. Stuck. + +Max had thought long and hard about why he couldn't level up. He had scoured every possibility, turning over every theory in his mind. + +Then, it hit him. + +The system notification. The one about his unique physique. + +He recalled the message clearly—it had stated that he had met only one of the three conditions required to unlock the physique. + +His eyes narrowed. 'So that's it…' + +"If I haven't met all three conditions, then I won't be able to reach Adept Rank," Max muttered under his breath, piecing things together. + +He already had a strong suspicion about the second condition—it had to be the Gate of Life. + +Normally, cultivators only broke open the Gate of Life after reaching the peak of Adept Rank, using it to undergo a major transformation. + +But if his system was actively preventing him from advancing, that could only mean one thing—he had to open the Gate of Life early, while still in Apprentice Rank. + +A ridiculous requirement. + +Almost unheard of. + +But it made sense. + +His unique physique wasn't going to awaken through normal means. If the system was forcing him down this path, then breaking the Gate of Life prematurely had to be mandatory. + +As for the final condition… + +Max's brows furrowed. 'No clue.' + +Unlike the Gate of Life, which he could at least theorize, the last requirement was a complete mystery. There were no hints, no leads, no historical precedent he could look to. + +And that was frustrating. + +But if he wanted to break through to Adept Rank, he had no choice. He needed to figure it out—fast. + +Max's mind worked quickly, piecing together the puzzle. + +'The first condition was to open the Soul Palace before reaching the peak of Apprentice Rank.' + +'The second condition was to open the Gate of Life which normally one during the peak of Adept Rank, since it was required to advance to Seeker Rank.' + +That meant… + +'The final condition must be tied to whatever is needed to reach Expert Rank.' + +It was pure speculation, but the logic fit. If his system was forcing him to advance key milestones in just the Apprentice Rank, then the last requirement had to be whatever barrier separated Seeker Rank from Expert Rank. + +The problem? + +There was no record of what that requirement was. + +Max had scoured the Extranet. But nothing. It was as if the knowledge was intentionally hidden or only known by a select few. + +That only left one option. + +'"I'll have to ask the Old Saintess… and Klaus."' + +They were the only ones he could think of who might have actual answers. If anyone knew the truth about the Expert Rank breakthrough, it would be them. + +For now, the final condition remained a mystery. But at least now, he had a direction. + +Beep! + +Max's holowatch lit up, vibrating lightly against his wrist. A message from Callie appeared on the screen. + +[We will be leaving in a few hours. Be ready.] + +Max read it once, then again. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 'Finally.' It was time to head to the West Region. + +Everything—the endless training, the brutal self-imposed drills—had been leading up to this moment. Four months of nonstop preparation. + +He had pushed his body and mind to the edge, sharpening every skill, reinforcing every weakness. + +Because the West Region wasn't just another mission. + +It was a turning point. + +Two major events loomed ahead: + +The birthday of the King of the West—a gathering that would attract the most powerful figures in the entire continent. + +The exploration of the Mourning Depths—a dangerous, unpredictable expedition where life and death were separated by a thin thread. + +And with the Ascendants and the Monarch moving in the shadows, Max knew one thing for sure—he couldn't trust anyone. + +Aside from the Black Lotus Guild and the Thorne Family, he had no true allies. + +That meant he had to rely on one thing only—his own strength. + +Max exhaled, shaking his head. No point in overthinking it now. He needed to get ready. + +Stepping into the bathroom, he let the hot water run over his body, washing away the stiffness from his muscles. His mind, however, remained sharp, already running through potential scenarios for what awaited him. + +Once done, he changed into something different from his usual attire. + +A black jacket with a hoodie, layered over a grey t-shirt, paired with black jeans. + +The Black Lotus Guild's standard dress code—a hoodie with a mask on. + +The only thing he was missing? + +A mask. + +Max stepped out of his house, his pace steady as he made his way toward the gathering point. + +It didn't take long before the group came into view. + +And the first thing he noticed? The numbers were low. + +Very low. + +Aside from himself, only three other geniuses had assembled. At the forefront of the group stood Klaus, his usual easygoing smirk firmly in place. + +Max's gaze swept over them before he spoke. + +"Only this many?" His tone was calm, but his eyes held a hint of curiosity. + +Klaus's grin widened. "We aren't exactly welcomed anywhere in Valora Continent, so the fewer of us, the better." + +Max raised a brow. "Aren't we invited?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-269.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-269.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..921cee1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-269.md @@ -0,0 +1,164 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 269: To The West" +slug: "ch-269" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 269 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1114 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Oh, we are." Klaus nodded, his expression turning a bit more serious. "The King of the West extended a formal invitation. But you should know—practically every major power in the Valora Continent is attending. And let's just say… our guild doesn't leave the best impression on most of them." + +That made Max frown slightly. "The guild does business in other regions too?" + +Klaus chuckled. "You catch on fast." + +His eyes gleamed with pride as he continued. "The Black Lotus Guild isn't just some ordinary faction. We're one of the ancient powers of this world. Of course, we have sub-divisions in all four regions of Valora Continent." + +His voice carried a note of pride, as if this fact alone set them apart from the rest. + +Max nodded lightly before turning his attention to the three geniuses accompanying him to the West Region. + +His gaze landed on two familiar faces first. + +Callie—and the man who had helped him during the Dungeon Break incident. + +The latter stepped forward with a casual nod. "Hello. You might not recognize me without my mask, but I'm Carl. We've met before." + +Max's eyes glimmered with recognition. "I recognize you." He extended his hand, shaking Carl's firmly. "Good to see you again." + +With that, he turned to the last genius. + +The man's broody expression was the first thing Max noticed. Dark circles under his eyes, slightly disheveled hair—it was like he hadn't slept or bothered to comb his hair for days. + +"I'm Nick. Nice to meet you." The words came out in a flat, uninterested monotone. + +Max blinked. He turned to Carl and Callie. "Does he hate me or something?" he asked, pointing at Nick. + +Carl let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry. He's like this with everyone." + +Max nodded, taking that as an answer, but before he could say anything else— + +A sudden shift in the air made him turn around. + +Everyone instinctively looked behind them. + +The Old Saintess had arrived. + +She wasted no time. The moment she arrived, her gaze locked onto Max, her tone carrying a heavy sense of warning. + +"Max, you should be extra careful out there." Her voice was firm, her expression unreadable. "There's no telling when someone might recognize you." + +Max gave a slight nod, already well aware of the risks. + +Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You do have a mask, right?" + +Without hesitation, Max smiled and reached into his storage space, pulling out a featureless black mask before slipping it over his face. + +It was plain, devoid of any eye or mouth holes, covering his face completely. + +Carl, who had been silently watching, frowned slightly. "Can you even see from that thing?" He circled Max, inspecting the mask from different angles, clearly puzzled. + +Max simply nodded. "I can see everything." His tone was vague, leaving no room for further questioning. + +Carl clicked his tongue but didn't push for details. + +The Old Saintess, satisfied, turned her attention to Callie. + +"Max, Callie will also be exploring the Mourning Depths. Look out for each other in there." Her voice was solemn, laced with an unspoken warning. + +Max blinked, genuinely surprised. + +"She's going too?" He pointed at Callie, his expression shifting as he instinctively sensed her strength. + +And then it hit him. + +Level 3 of Seeker Rank. + +His eyes widened. "She leveled up too fast!" The words left his mouth before he could stop them. + +The Old Saintess chuckled, clearly amused by his reaction. "This is the result of her bloodline evolution to the Progenitor Rank." There was a clear sense of pride in her voice. "With this level of bloodline, her strength will continue to soar to new heights." + +Max exhaled, nodding in understanding. + +A Progenitor-Rank bloodline… + +No wonder her growth had been so rapid. Bloodline evolution was a rare, game-changing event but due to him it happened, and Callie had clearly benefited immensely. + +Still, power alone wouldn't guarantee survival. + +The Old Saintess's expression turned serious again. "There will be many Expert Rank individuals exploring the Mourning Depths, with only a few Seeker Rank in between. Your strength—both yours and Callie's—will fall into the lowest of the low during the exploration." + +Her gaze sharpened. "You must watch each other's backs during that time." + +Max nodded without hesitation. "Don't worry. I'll take care of her." His voice was steady, filled with conviction. + +But before the Old Saintess could respond, Callie crossed her arms and arched a brow. Clearly, she didn't like the way he phrased that. + +"Don't worry, Master," she said, her tone firm. "I'll take care of both of us." + +Max smirked under his mask. 'Seems she doesn't like being seen as someone who needs protection.' + +"Alright, ready to move." + +Klaus's voice rang out just as a powerful gust of wind swept past them. + +A black jet descended from above, landing smoothly in front of them. Its triangular shape and pitch-black surface gave it a sleek, predatory appearance, with faint shades of green running along its edges. + +It looked like something built for stealth and speed. + +Klaus motioned toward it. "Hop on. This will be our ride for the next few hours." Without hesitation, he stepped aboard, the others following in silence. + +Max was the last to board. + +He took a seat near the window, adjusting himself as the hum of the jet's engines filled the air. The rest of the group settled in quickly, and within moments, the jet lifted off, accelerating into the sky. + +The world outside blurred. + +Max turned his gaze toward the window, watching the land shrink beneath them. His expression darkened. + +A familiar weight settled in his chest. + +'Alice.' + +He had promised her—months ago—that he would finally reveal his true identity once they reached the West Region. + +But now? + +After what had happened last time with Aurelia… he wasn't sure what to say anymore. + +If he even got the chance to say anything. + +A chilling thought crept into Max's mind. + +'Would Aurelia have already told her?' + +If she had… + +'Would Alice hate him now?' + +Doubt twisted inside him, coiling like a serpent. + +He had spent months preparing for this moment, imagining how he would finally reveal the truth. He had thought about how to explain himself, how to make her understand. + +But now? + +'Would she even want to hear him out?' + +His fingers tightened into fists. + +He had always assumed he'd get the chance to talk to her, to explain everything. But what if that chance was already gone? + +What if, when they finally met, all she had for him was cold indifference? + +Or worse… hatred? + +Just like her mother. + +Max let out a slow breath, forcing himself to push the thoughts aside. + +No use dwelling on what-ifs. + +He would find out soon enough. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-27.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-27.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..99e0126 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-27.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 27: Bloodline" +slug: "ch-27" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 27 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1201 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Let's see what's inside," Max muttered. But before he could move, the level 9 lava serpent appeared before him and began hissing relentlessly. + +"Alright, alright... I won't kill you," Max chuckled, laughing as he patted the level 9 serpent, which rubbed its head against Max.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +"Stay here. I'll be back," Max said to the serpent before heading into the cave. + +The cave looked like any other normal cave, but it was filled with black flames. Max treaded carefully, heading deeper into the cave. + +Not long after, he reached the end of the cave, but what awaited him there surprised Max. + +He saw a human skeleton in a sitting position, leaning against the wall. A box with runes drawn on it lay open at its side. + +But Max's attention remained on the human skeleton. + +"This skeleton..." Max stared at the skeleton, which was overflowing with black flames. The bones of the skeleton were pitch black, with golden markings glowing atop them. + +Just then, something unexpected happened. The skeleton suddenly moved and grabbed his hand. + +"Let go!" Max's eyes widened as he shouted, trying to pull his hand back. But no matter what he did, he couldn't budge. His hand remained stuck in the skeleton's grasp. + +But that was the least of Max's fears. In no time, the black flames began to move from every part of the skeleton to the hand that was holding Max's. + +"No!" Max shouted, pulling with all his strength, but it was futile. The flames soon flowed from the skeleton's hand to his, engulfing him completely. + +"AGGGHHH!" A bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat as waves of agony surged through him, consuming every inch of his being. It felt as though molten nails were being driven into his bones, tearing through muscle and sinew with unrelenting force. + +The pain was so excruciating that Max felt his grip on consciousness slipping. It wasn't just one part of his body—every fiber of his being was consumed by torment. + +It was as if black flames were searing him from the inside out, devouring every muscle, every bone, and every nerve, leaving him writhing in unbearable agony. + +Darkness crept over Max, relentless and suffocating, steadily pulling him toward the abyss. He could feel his strength waning, his life slipping away bit by bit. It was an odd sensation, as though his very essence was being drained, leaving behind an empty, hollow shell. + +But he refused to let go. + +"NO!" he roared, his voice echoing with defiance. He couldn't die—not now, not like this. He hadn't yet found his sister, hadn't yet reunited with his family. + +"I won't die! I won't die this easily!" he bellowed, his determination burning brighter than ever, pushing against the crushing tide of despair. + +And so, Max endured, his body wracked with excruciating pain that felt as if it would tear him apart. Every nerve screamed, every muscle convulsed, yet he fought on, clinging desperately to life. + +Each second felt like an eternity, but Max refused to falter. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he fought—not just against the pain, but against the very force trying to snuff out his existence. + +Hours passed, and the black flames engulfing Max slowly began to fade. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline.] + +A notification from his system made Max open his eyes. + +"What the hell just happened?" Max muttered, dread filling him at the thought of the pain he had just endured. He trembled at the thought of suffering like that again. "May God never give this pain to even my enemies..." he murmured before turning his attention to the notification. + +"Bloodline?" Max uttered in shock, realization striking him. "Does that mean everything I went through just now was part of this black dragon bloodline fusing into my body?" + +"So, the treasure of this cave was this bloodline..." he understood everything and checked his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 4 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Physique: 6 + +– Soul: 6.8 + +– Energy: 9 + +– Skills: + +— » Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +— » Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-100), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-100), Swift Dash (Lvl-100), Flurry Strike (Lvl-100)] + +— » Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +— » Draconic Essence: [10] + +— » Dragon Scales: [1] + +--- + +"Draconic Essence and Dragon Scales..." Max muttered as he saw a new bloodline section appear on his status. "I have 10 Draconic Essence and 1 Dragon Scale... What are they used for?" He wondered, contemplating. + +"Let's see." Max brought his right hand forward and focused, causing it to blaze with black flames. "I know I can use black flames because it's like it's inherited in my memory, and it's very easy to control." He muttered, putting away the flame. + +He could use the black flames because after the bloodline fused with him, there were things he instinctively understood about it, though some things remained unclear. + +"As for the Draconic Essence..." Max pondered, focusing on the bloodline flowing through his body. It was then that he saw it—10 dim black lights floating inside him. He concentrated on five of them, causing them to glow brightly, still in black light. + +As the five black lights shimmered faintly, Max felt a surge of untamed power roaring to life within him. It wasn't mana, nor was it the refined control of Sword Aura—it was something far more primal. A raw, ferocious energy that radiated from every fiber of his being, as if his body had become a conduit for pure, unbridled strength. + +"What... is this?" Max murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief as he clenched his fists. The sensation was intoxicating. He felt invincible, as if the mere act of breathing could shatter the world around him. Every muscle thrummed with an overwhelming force, and his instincts screamed for release. + +Unable to resist, Max surrendered to the feeling. He threw a punch into the air, his movements guided by the sheer confidence that coursed through him. + +BOOM! + +The air exploded outward, rippling like a tidal wave. The force of his strike shook the ground beneath his feet, sending a gust of wind tearing through the charred forest. Leafless trees bent under the invisible pressure, and for a moment, Max stood frozen, his hand still outstretched. + +"I... did that?" he whispered, awe and exhilaration mixing in his voice as he realized the magnitude of his newfound strength. + +"I only used the power of five black lights... What would happen if I used all ten?" Max murmured, his voice tinged with curiosity and a spark of madness glimmering in his eyes. Without a second thought, he pushed further, summoning the power once more. + +First, five black lights. The familiar surge of raw strength coursed through his body, and a thrill shot down his spine. Then came six. The energy felt heavier, denser, like a tidal wave crashing within him. His confidence only grew. + +But as he reached seven black lights, the first cracks appeared. Pain rippled through his body like lightning, sharp and relentless, clawing at his muscles and bones. + +Max grimaced but refused to falter, driven by sheer determination—or perhaps insanity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-270.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-270.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5bf66f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-270.md @@ -0,0 +1,220 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 270: Sun Palace" +slug: "ch-270" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 270 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1075 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The jet carrying Max and the members of the Black Lotus Guild soared through the skies, cutting across vast distances with astonishing speed. + +The hum of the engines was steady, yet powerful, and the entire journey had been smooth and uninterrupted. + +Then, after what felt like only an hour or two, the aircraft began to descend. + +Max's brows furrowed slightly as he gazed out of the window. + +"We arrived... already?" + +He had expected the journey to take at least three to four hours, but it seemed he had underestimated the speed of the jet. + +They had reached the West Region far faster than he had anticipated. + +As the jet touched down, Klaus rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping over the guild members. + +His tone was firm, almost cold. + +"We have arrived." + +Then, his voice shifted into a warning tone. + +"Remember this, all of you. We are an eyesore to most—if not all—the guests at this event." + +His words carried weight, a reminder that the Black Lotus Guild was unwelcome here. + +"Do not roam around alone. Not even for a second. And not without your masks." + +A heavy silence filled the cabin as everyone acknowledged the warning. + +Then, Klaus's gaze landed on Max. + +Through his own mask, his eyes were serious, almost piercing. + +"Especially you, Max." + +Max felt the tension in those words and listened carefully. + +"Do not try to contact anyone from the Phoenix Order Guild. No matter what. No matter who you see inside. Do not react." + +Max's expression remained calm, but deep inside, he felt a wave of emotions stir. + +Before he could process them, Klaus continued. + +"Some of them may be your enemies. Some may have once been your friends. But you ought to remember—" + +Klaus's tone turned sharp, filled with undeniable finality. + +"Aurelia drove a sword through your heart. + +And if it weren't for Kate, you'd be dead right now." + +A sudden coldness washed over Max. + +He had already known this—he had lived through it—but hearing it spoken so bluntly made the memory sharper. + +Klaus wasn't done. + +"They betrayed you. And given what happened, whatever friendship you think you still have with the Phoenix Order Guild—forget it." + +The weight of those words settled heavily in the air. + +For a moment, Max said nothing. + +But deep inside— + +Something in him shifted. + +Max's fists clenched tightly at Klaus's words. His knuckles turned white, and for a moment, his breath came out slowly, controlled—holding back the emotions that threatened to surface. + +He knew this. + +He had lived through it. + +He felt the betrayal, the pain. + +But no matter what Klaus said—no matter what logic dictated—there was one person he would never stop searching for. + +Alice. + +They had only been together for what? Three? Maybe four months? + +But in that short time, he had felt something real. + +They had bonded. + +He had felt her unconditional friendship, her genuine care. + +The laughter. The moments shared. The small, meaningless things that somehow became important. + +The memories that stuck with him. + +Was all of that just… gone now? + +Was that connection meaningless just because of his identity as the Voidwalker? + +Was it so fragile that it could be discarded just like that? + +Max didn't believe it. + +Even if it wasn't love, there was still something between them. + +And he wasn't willing to let it go so easily. + +Max met Klaus's gaze without flinching. + +"I know." + +His voice was firm, unwavering. + +"I won't do anything reckless, so don't worry." + +Klaus studied him for a moment, his gaze searching, as if trying to read something deeper in Max's words. + +Then, he nodded. + +"Alright." + +His tone was neutral, but there was an underlying expectation—he was trusting Max to keep his word. + +With that, Klaus turned to the rest of the Black Lotus Guild members. + +"Follow my lead, everyone." + +Without another word, he stepped off the jet, leading the way. + +The others followed behind him in disciplined silence. + +The moment they stepped outside, a figure stood waiting for them at the base of the jet's landing platform. + +Tall. Elegant. Dressed in royal attire with a refined air about him. + +It was none other than Crown Prince Aelric. + +The young man gave a polite, welcoming nod before speaking in his formal, almost rehearsed tone. + +"Welcome to the Sun Palace, honorable guests." + +Max raised an eyebrow slightly, giving Aelric a subtle glance. + +'That's new.' + +The last time Max had met Crown Prince Aelric, he had shown none of this regal behavior. + +Back then, he was carefree, casual, almost like someone who had no interest in the responsibilities of royalty. + +But now— + +Now, he truly looked and acted like a Crown Prince. + +His stance. His mannerisms. His speech. + +It was a stark contrast from before. + +'Guess he really can act like royalty when it matters.' + +"Honorable guests," Aelric spoke again, his tone refined. + +"Please follow me to your resting chambers." + +Without another word, he turned and began walking toward a grand palace in the distance. + +The Sun Palace. + +The very heart of Royal Family of the West. + +Max saw it. + +The sight before him was nothing short of breathtaking. + +A vast structure, its pure golden exterior shimmering under the rays of the sun, reflecting light in a way that made it seem almost divine. + +For a brief moment, Max felt overwhelmed by its sheer beauty. + +It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. + +The architecture held the grandeur of ancient times, reminiscent of the old-world palaces he had once seen in academic history books. + +Yet— + +There was something more. + +A blend of modern technological advancements seamlessly woven into the antique design. + +Floating energy lamps lined the pathways. + +Invisible barriers of protection flickered faintly at key structural points, reinforcing the palace without ruining its historical aesthetic. + +The entire place exuded an aura of power, elegance, and authority. + +It was, in short—magical. + +But even as Max admired the palace's beauty, he couldn't help but feel that— + +It wasn't as grand as the Hidden City of the Black Lotus Guild. + +Yes, the Sun Palace was magnificent. + +But the Hidden City? + +That place was on an entirely different level. + +There was something ancient, mysterious, and immeasurable about the Black Lotus Guild's hidden domain—something that made even a royal palace pale in comparison. + +'I guess an ancient power does have its perks.' + +Max smirked slightly at the thought. + +Still—he remained quiet, his eyes scanning the palace as he walked behind Klaus and Crown Prince Aelric, following their lead. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-271.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-271.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..427a407 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-271.md @@ -0,0 +1,230 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 271: Resting Chamber" +slug: "ch-271" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 271 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1147 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Crown Prince Aelric led the group through the majestic halls of the Sun Palace, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floors. + +The palace's golden interior shimmered under the soft glow of floating lanterns, while elegantly designed energy pillars hummed faintly in the background, reinforcing the structure with hidden technology. + +Max silently observed the details, taking in the perfect blend of history and innovation. + +He also noticed several other people probably other guests roaming around the guild with laugher and enjoyment in their faces. + +Soon, they arrived before a large, ornate doorway. + +Aelric came to a halt and turned toward them with his usual polished grace. + +"The celebratory banquet will be held tonight," he said calmly. + +"Be sure to arrive at the Grand Chamber of the Sun Palace." + +With those final words, the Crown Prince offered them a polite bow before turning on his heel and departing—likely to tend to other arriving guests. + +Max watched him leave before glancing at Klaus, who had already stepped forward. + +"Let's head inside." + +As they entered, Max was met with yet another impressive sight. + +Their "resting chamber" was not just a simple room—it was an entire small mansion nestled within the vast palace grounds. + +The interior was spacious and well-furnished, its layout almost resembling a luxurious estate rather than a temporary guest suite. + +Multiple rooms, each crafted with elegance. + +A private lounge with soft velvet seating and energy-lit chandeliers. + +An open-air corridor leading to a serene inner garden, its flowers blooming vibrantly under the warm golden light. + +It was clear that, despite being unwelcome guests, they were still provided with nothing short of royal treatment. + +Max glanced around, noting the numerous hallways and doors leading to separate private quarters. + +A place like this was designed for comfort—but he knew better. + +It wasn't just about hospitality. + +It was a way to keep them contained and observed. + +Still, for now, he had no reason to complain. + +He would use this time wisely. + +The banquet was tonight. + +Until then—he had time to prepare. + +Klaus exhaled sharply, his tone curt as he addressed everyone. + +"Take one of the rooms and rest." + +His eyes scanned over the group, his voice carrying a tone of finality. + +"We'll move directly at night during the banquet." + +There was no room for discussion. + +Max and the others nodded silently before each one selected a room in the mansion. + +As he walked, Max couldn't help but observe something. + +The members of the Black Lotus Guild—normally calm, composed, and mysterious—now carried an even heavier air of strictness around them. + +No smiles. No small talk. + +Nothing but cold, disciplined silence. + +Their demeanor outside the Hidden City was completely different. + +'They're like shadows in the dark—completely unreadable outside their own domain.' + +Max had noticed this on the jet ride, but now, it was even more apparent. + +There was a strictness about them, a level of unspoken control that made it clear—this was enemy territory. + +No mistakes. No casualness. No room for weakness. + +And Max? + +He welcomed it. + +'Well, I guess that's actually better for me.' + +At least he wouldn't have to engage in unnecessary conversation. + +With that, he reached for the handle of a random door, turned it, and stepped inside. + +The moment Max entered, he took in the luxurious setting of his personal quarters. + +Everything screamed wealth and comfort—but he knew better than to let his guard down. + +Two large beds with silk sheets and golden embroidery. + +A polished table and a sleek computer on the desk. + +Exotic fruits placed neatly on a tray at a table, each one bursting with vibrant colors. + +Plenty of open space, giving the room an airy and uncluttered feel. + +It was exactly what he expected from a guest room in the Sun Palace—nothing less than perfection. + +Max took a slow breath, scanning the room once more. + +Then, without wasting another second, he moved to the bed and sat down cross-legged. + +He wasn't here to rest. + +He wasn't here to enjoy luxury. + +There were still a few hours before the banquet. + +And Max never wasted time. + +With a calm exhale, he closed his eyes, centering himself. + +'I should use this time wisely.' + +Max took a slow breath, allowing his mind to settle as he expanded his awareness. + +His senses spread outward, flowing through space itself, covering the entire Sun Palace like an invisible wave. + +He had already known it before. + +His Three-Dimensional Body wasn't just a physical enhancement or a physique —it had a direct correlation with his Space Aura. + +The stronger his Space Aura became, the greater his sensory range. + +And ever since he had reached Level 3 in Space Aura, the limits of his perception had expanded tremendously. + +Within seconds, Max's mind mapped out the entire Sun Palace in exquisite detail. + +Every guest. Every servant. Every guard patrolling the halls. Every powerful figure lurking in the shadows. + +He could see them all. + +The pulse of thousands of souls within the palace—each one distinct, unique, and vivid in his perception. + +Moreover he not only sensed them, he could see them as if he was standing right before them. + +Each and every single one of them. + +But among all of them— + +One stood out. + +A figure he had been searching for. + +A presence that made his heart tighten for just a fraction of a second. + +Alice. + +Max's focus locked onto her instantly. + +She was here. + +Not far—somewhere deeper within the palace, in a more restricted area, but she was definitely present. + +For a moment, Max's thoughts paused. + +Aurelia had betrayed him. The Phoenix Order had turned against him. + +But Alice…? + +Did she really abandon him too? + +Or was there more to it? + +His fingers curled slightly, his breathing remaining calm. + +He wasn't reckless. He knew the warning Klaus had given him. + +But now, with Alice so close— + +He had to decide. + +Would he ignore her presence? + +Or would he take the risk and try to find out the truth? + +'There's nothing to decide.'𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Max's eyes darkened with resolve. + +Without hesitation, he drew his black sword, its blade reflecting the dim glow of the room's lighting. + +Then— + +Slice! + +He cut his wrist, applying the force of 58 Draconic Essences—just enough to draw blood but not enough to cause significant harm. + +A small wound opened on his skin. + +Dark crimson blood flowed freely, pooling into thick droplets before spilling onto his hand. + +Tap. Tap. + +He moved swiftly, reaching for an empty glass from the table beside the tray of fruits. + +Holding the glass steady, he let his blood drip into it, watching as the deep red liquid collected inside. + +The process was quick and precise. + +As soon as the glass was 10% filled, Max's wrist stopped bleeding. + +And within seconds— + +The wound healed completely, vanishing as if it had never existed. + +Max lifted the glass, staring into the rich crimson liquid within. + +His eyes gleamed sharply. + +'This should be enough.' \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-272.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-272.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71a1800 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-272.md @@ -0,0 +1,234 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 272: Illusion of Bloodline" +slug: "ch-272" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 272 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1159 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The Black Lotus Guild had a unique way of tracking their members—through their bloodline connection. + +No matter where a guild member was, as long as they were part of the Black Lotus Guild, they could be sensed by others who shared the same bloodline. + +It was how they monitored missions, how they ensured loyalty, how they always knew who was where. + +And right now, Max was caught in that very net. + +Max needed to leave—even if just for a short while. + +But he knew Klaus. + +He knew how the Black Lotus Guild operated. + +And he knew that if he so much as stepped out of his room, they would immediately sense that he was gone. + +It wasn't just about physical presence. + +It was about his bloodline signature. + +And that was the problem. + +Because Max wasn't just planning on sneaking around— + +He was about to vanish entirely from their awareness. + +And that was impossible—unless he had a way to deceive the very bloodline that connected them all. + +His bloodline. + +But as of now, he currently didn't have a way to do that. + +Max stared at the glass of his own blood, the deep crimson liquid swirling faintly as he held it in his hand. + +This would be the key. + +'If my bloodline is what connects me to them—then I'll use that same bloodline to deceive them.' + +Max stared at the glass of blood, his mind running through possibilities. + +He had never attempted this before. + +He wasn't even sure if it was possible. + +But— + +'There's always a first time for everything.' + +With a calm exhale, he placed the glass carefully on the table beside his bed. + +This blood already carried his scent, his essence—his very being. + +Now, all he needed to do was take it one step further. + +"I need to create an illusion… an illusion that this blood is my bloodline itself." + +If he could do that—then to anyone sensing through the Black Lotus connection, his presence would still remain in the room, even when he left. + +No suspicion. No alarms. No risk of being tracked. + +Max reached into his spatial storage, pulling out a rune brush and a small piece of parchment paper. + +Holding the brush in his hand, he closed his eyes for a moment. + +He had to calm his mind. + +What he was about to attempt was not ordinary rune crafting. + +This was a deception against something deeply ingrained in his very existence—his bloodline. + +His eyes opened, sharp with focus. + +Summoning the power of his black flames, he let the dark fire ignite around his hand, wrapping his fingers in dancing tendrils of heatless energy. + +The flame curled around the rune brush, flickering in an almost unnatural rhythm. + +But— + +Even as the brush was engulfed in black flames, it didn't burn. + +Because of his Level 3 Flame Aura, Max's control over his flames had become so precise, so refined, that he could hold pure destruction in his palm… + +Without letting it consume anything unless he willed it. + +This was the fine control he had mastered. + +And now— + +He was about to put it to use. + +Max slowly lowered the rune brush, the black flames swirling as he prepared to write the rune of deception. + +'If this works…' + +A small smirk tugged at his lips. + +'Then I'll be completely invisible to them or the exact opposite.' + +Max's fingers tightened around the rune brush as he focused deeply.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +He had always known that his soul power was immense—far beyond that of most experts at his level. + +And now, he would use it to his advantage. + +'My soul power is exceptionally high… I can create a Rank 3 Rune without issue.' + +With that thought, he reached deep into his soul reserves, summoning an overwhelming but controlled flow of power. + +It was time to begin. + +With a steady hand, Max guided the rune brush across the parchment. + +Every stroke was calculated, flowing like an artist's masterpiece. + +The ink, infused with his soul energy, pulsed slightly with an ethereal glow, flickering between black and faint blue. + +Minutes passed. + +The rune slowly took shape, its intricate lines perfectly balanced, its structure imbued with power. + +It wasn't overly complex—just a simple illusion rune. + +But simplicity was relative. + +To Max, this was basic—something he could craft with ease. + +To anyone else, it would be a work of mastery. + +Because unlike ordinary runes— + +This one glowed. + +Not just any glow— + +It burned with black flames. + +The subtle black flames flickered softly around the rune's edges, as if the parchment itself was alive. + +If anyone else had seen it, they would be shocked beyond belief. + +To engrave fire into a rune—to fuse Flame Aura, Soul Power, and Rune Crafting into a single piece of work— + +It was something beyond the reach of most cultivators. + +But for Max— + +It was instinctual. + +Because his black flames weren't just an element he controlled. + +They were part of him. + +Something so deeply ingrained in his being that they obeyed his will effortlessly. + +With a final stroke, he completed the rune. + +The glowing black flames dimmed slightly, settling into a stable state—its power locked within. + +Max leaned back, staring at the rune with a satisfied smirk. + +'This should be enough.' + +Now— + +All he had to do was activate it. + +Max didn't hesitate. + +He took the newly crafted rune and slapped it directly onto the glass carrying his blood. + +The moment it stuck, a powerful aura erupted from it— + +An identical aura to his own bloodline. + +The very same energy that the members of the Black Lotus Guild used to sense and track each other. + +Max remained still, carefully controlling the flow of the aura, ensuring it didn't immediately spread beyond the walls of his room. + +For now, it was contained—completely under his command. + +'It's done.' + +With the illusion now active, he could leave without any suspicion. + +Max quietly made his way to the door, pressing a hand against it. + +Then— + +He stepped outside. + +The moment Max exited the room, the aura from the glass seamlessly replaced him, filling the space as if he had never moved. + +To anyone sensing through the bloodline connection, Max was still inside—sitting in his room, completely unaware of anything happening outside. + +Even Max himself, now standing outside, could feel it. + +He focused on his senses, reaching out to check the presence inside his room. + +What he felt stunned him. + +'It's working perfectly.' + +He could sense himself—his own bloodline, his own aura—inside the room. + +It was as if he had never left. + +A small smirk tugged at his lips. + +'This is even more effective than I thought.' + +Max slipped into the shadows, walking silently through the garden, his movements precise and calculated. + +He was no longer concerned about being tracked—his plan had worked flawlessly. + +Now, he had only one focus. + +Finding Alice. + +With that thought, Max stepped beyond the mansion's perimeter, leaving the Black Lotus Guild's quarters behind. + +And just like that— + +He vanished into the Sun Palace. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-273.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-273.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..93d2da9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-273.md @@ -0,0 +1,216 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 273: Rumors" +slug: "ch-273" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 273 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max walked calmly through the vast, golden halls of the Sun Palace, his presence blending seamlessly with the nobility and elite who roamed the corridors. + +His attire had undergone a complete transformation—no longer wearing the distinct black-and-hoodie dress code of the Black Lotus Guild, but instead donning a well-fitted, midnight-blue suit with a tie. + +This was no ordinary suit—it was the same one Alice had chosen for him, meant for the King of the West's birthday celebration. + +And now, ironically, he was using it to move unnoticed or blending completely with other guests. + +With the addition of a sleek, blue mask covering his face, he looked like an entirely different person. The mask was smooth, featureless, and again completely without holes for eyes or a mouth, giving him an unreadable, mysterious presence. + +There was another effect of the mask. It could change his hair color to any he liked the most. + +And currently it was deep red. + +This mask was one of the treasures of he had obtained in the treasury in the temple. + +And with everything— + +Even if someone were to suspect his identity, there was no way they would connect him to the Black Lotus Guild. + +But Max wasn't arrogant—he knew better than to let his guard down. + +'The Phoenix Order Guild is on the other side of the Sun Palace. I need to be cautious.' + +With a quiet mind, he continued walking, following the golden-paved corridors with steady, measured steps. + +The halls were lively, filled with guests from all across Valora Continent. The laughter of the wealthy, the whispers of politics, and the subtle negotiations of alliances filled the air. + +Max ignored all of it. + +Every conversation, every gaze, every fleeting curiosity—he disregarded it all. + +Some curious individuals approached him, perhaps recognizing the suit's royal fabric or sensing the aura of someone important. + +Or perhaps due to curiosity of the mask. + +Whenever they did, he simply gave a small, polite nod before continuing on his way—never engaging, never stopping. + +Then— + +Max felt it. + +Through his Three-Dimensional Body, his senses sharpened—and he noticed Alice moving. + +His steps halted for a brief moment. + +Instead of rushing forward recklessly, he observed her movements carefully, tracking her location, speed, and direction. + +Through his heightened perception, he mapped out the entire Sun Palace in his mind. + +And then he found it— + +A large garden, intricately decorated with vibrant flowers, glowing lanterns, and elegant stone paths. + +There were many guests there, casually roaming the area, laughing and enjoying their time. + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. + +'This garden… it's connected to almost all the mansions inside the Sun Palace.' + +He processed the layout instantly—this wasn't just a decorative space. + +It was a central gathering place. + +A place where all guests—regardless of status—could interact freely. + +Aside from the Grand Chamber, which was still inaccessible, this was one of the most important locations for social interaction. + +Alice was heading there with Anton. + +And so, without hesitation, Max followed. + +After several minutes of walking through the golden hallways, Max arrived at the entrance of the garden. + +Above the arched gateway, a carved wooden board displayed its name in flowing golden letters— + +"Serene Lake." + +Max took a step inside. + +The moment he did, his gaze swept across the crowd—and he was immediately taken aback by the sheer number of people present. + +It was far more crowded than he expected. + +Everywhere he looked, there were high-ranking guests engaged in conversation. + +He even recognized several familiar faces among them—figures he had encountered in the East Region, people he had fought alongside or against. + +But he had no intention of interacting with them. + +His focus was entirely on one person. + +Alice. + +Max's gaze locked onto her instantly. + +She stood near a cherry blossom tree, her back straight, her face calm, her long hair flowing with the evening breeze. Her red dress clung to her frame in an elegant yet understated way, its fabric shimmering subtly under the warm glow of lantern lights. + +Beside her stood Anton—her brother. + +But what caught Max's attention wasn't just Alice or Anton— + +It was who they were talking to. + +Princess Aveline of the West. + +The princess was engaged in friendly conversation with Alice and Anton, her laughter light and casual. + +For a moment, Max remained still. + +He knew that one of Alice's main reasons for coming to the West was to visit her close friend, Princess Aveline. + +So it made sense that she would be spending time with her. + +Max decided to wait. + +If he approached now, it would be too risky. + +Too many eyes. Too many ears. Too many unknown variables. + +So instead—he quietly found a spot near the garden's edge, where he could watch without drawing attention. + +As Max stood in silence, waiting for the right moment, his ears caught snippets of conversation around him. + +"Have you heard? Max betrayed the Phoenix Order Guild and joined the Black Lotus Guild?" + +A whisper. + +A murmur. + +A statement said casually, as if it were nothing more than a passing rumor. + +"Yeah, it's old news. But who would have thought he'd actually betray the Phoenix Order?" + +Another voice. + +A different group. + +Max's eyes darkened slightly as he continued listening. + +"You know, it's becoming a trend in the Phoenix Order Guild… first, it was Freya, and now Max." + +"You're right. Two of the East Region's top geniuses were from the Phoenix Order Guild… and both betrayed them." + +"I wonder what really happened to make Max betray them?" + +Max remained still, his expression unreadable. + +It wasn't the first time he had heard such talk. + +Ever since he had left the Phoenix Order Guild or should he say he was betrayed by Aurelia, rumors had spread like wildfire. + +The Black Lotus Guild's intelligence network had already informed him about it months ago. + +But still—he was mildly surprised by something. + +Despite all the whispers and speculation— + +Not a single person mentioned the word 'Voidwalker.' + +They spoke of his betrayal. + +They spoke of his defection to the Black Lotus Guild. + +But no one uttered a word about his true identity. + +Max's thoughts turned inward. + +'Has my identity as Voidwalker not been revealed yet?' + +It was a possibility he had never considered. + +He had assumed that once he was branded a traitor, the Phoenix Order Guild would have also exposed his true nature to the world. + +But from what he was hearing now— + +That hadn't happened. + +And there was only one person who had the authority to keep that information hidden. + +Aurelia. + +'Why? What is she planning? Why didn't she expose me when all she wanted was to kill me?' + +A heavy thought settled in his mind. + +There was more to this than he had initially believed. + +But for now—he had another priority. + +His gaze flickered back to Alice, his resolve unwavering. + +The time was almost right. + +Soon— + +He would finally meet her again. + +However— + +Just as Max kept his silent watch from the edges of the Serene Lake Garden, a shift in the atmosphere drew his attention. + +A group of young men strode forward, moving with an air of unrestrained arrogance, their steps filled with a sense of entitlement that made them stand out even among the elite guests. + +Their presence alone disrupted the harmony of the gathering, as if they cared little for the decorum of the event. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-274.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-274.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a445f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-274.md @@ -0,0 +1,218 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 274: Her Feelings" +slug: "ch-274" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 274 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's eyes narrowed as he instantly recognized three figures at the front of the group. + +Nathan. Arthur Gale. Tom. + +And judging by the disdain etched on their faces, they weren't here for friendly conversation. + +They had a purpose, a very bad one from the looks of it. + +Nathan's sneer widened as he stepped forward, his voice carrying just enough volume to draw attention. + +"Oh? I don't see the genius Max here?" + +His words were casual, but the mockery beneath them was impossible to miss. + +The moment Max's name was spoken, it was as if a chill had crept into the air. + +Alice's shoulders tensed. + +Anton's posture stiffened, his jaw clenching as a storm of unspoken emotions passed through his eyes. + +Even Princess Aveline, who had been maintaining an air of politeness, let a faint frown crease her brow as she regarded the approaching group. + +The weight of the name "Max" still held power. + +It wasn't just a random topic—it was a wound, an unspoken taboo among the Phoenix Order Guild. + +And Nathan had deliberately brought it up to fan the flames. + +Tom, standing to Nathan's side, let out a low chuckle, his gaze flicking toward Anton. + +"Brother, you should know…" he said with exaggerated casualness. + +"Max betrayed them." + +His tone was lighthearted, almost amused, as if he were speaking about a mere rumor rather than a deep, personal betrayal. + +But the effect was immediate. + +Anton's expression darkened, his fingers curling tightly into fists at his side. + +A rigid silence stretched between them. + +Then— + +"You should mind your business," Anton said coldly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of warning. + +But Tom merely smirked, unfazed. + +"Mind our own business?" He scoffed. + +"That's exactly what we're doing. We came here for Max, but the coward ran away like a rat." + +The venom in his words was unmistakable. + +But before Anton could respond, before the tension could escalate further— + +Alice spoke. + +Her voice rang out, clear and unwavering, cutting through the thickening hostility. + +"He isn't a coward!" + +Max's eyes widened slightly. + +Her tone held no hesitation, no doubt—just pure conviction. + +"If he were here, I'm very sure you wouldn't dare cause a commotion like this!" + +For a brief moment, everything stilled. + +Nathan's smirk froze for just an instant. + +Tom's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. + +Even Anton, despite his anger, turned toward Alice with a sharp glare. + +But the words had already left her lips, and they could not be taken back. + +Max's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by Alice's words. + +He had braced himself for the worst—prepared for the possibility that she had moved on, severed all ties, just as Aurelia and the Phoenix Order Guild wanted. + +Yet, here she was—defending him. + +Not with hesitation. + +Not with reluctance. + +But with conviction. + +A warmth spread through his chest, subtle yet undeniable. + +For the past four months, he had told himself that people could change, that bonds could break, that loyalty was fragile. + +But at this moment— + +He realized he had thought too much. + +A bond built over true feelings, over genuine trust and shared memories, wasn't something that could be so easily shattered. + +Not by the pressure of a guild. + +Not by the expectations of family. + +Not even by the weight of betrayal. + +Even if the whole world stood against him, even if her own brother, her people, and her guild condemned him— + +Somewhere, deep inside— + +Alice still believed in him. + +And that belief was enough. + +But then— + +Nathan laughed. + +"Heh… a traitor is being praised by the daughter of the very guild he betrayed?" + +His laughter was mocking, filled with a cruel sense of amusement. + +"Now that is interesting." + +And just like that, Anton snapped. + +"Alice, don't speak of him from now on!"𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +His voice boomed, laced with frustration and anger that had clearly been building for months. + +"Don't praise the one who betrayed our guild!" + +Alice lowered her head, her long hair falling slightly over her face, but it did little to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. + +For four long months, she had endured relentless scolding from Anton—her brother, her protector, the one person she had once thought would always support her choices. + +"Forget Max." + +"Erase him from your life." + +"Don't look for him, don't speak of him, don't even think about him." + +"He's a traitor. He's dead to us." + +She had been forced to suppress every instinct, every emotion, every ounce of curiosity she had. + +She had tried. + +Tried to ignore the ache in her chest, tried to convince herself that maybe, just maybe, her brother was right. + +But the truth was— + +She couldn't. + +She wouldn't. + +Because no matter what anyone said, no matter how much they tried to erase him from her mind—Max had never been a traitor to her. + +She had known his kindness, his strength, his struggles. + +She knew Max. He would never betray the guild. Never. + +That wasn't someone who would betray them without reason. + +Yet here she was, being punished for believing in him. + +And at this moment—her heart reached its limit. + +She was just a child. + +No matter how strong she tried to be, no matter how much she held back— + +She could only endure so much. + +Max watched it all unfold from the shadows, and rage clouded his mind instantly. + +A raw, blistering anger unlike anything he had felt in a long time. + +He had always known Anton was stubborn, loyal to the guild to a fault, but to see him break Alice down like this—to watch her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, to see her shoulders tremble ever so slightly— + +It made something inside him snap. + +He wanted to step forward. + +Wanted to grab Anton by the collar and throw him to the ground. + +Wanted to slap the self-righteous arrogance off his face, to demand what right he had to treat Alice this way. + +But— + +He controlled himself. + +Barely. + +His fingers curled into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood, the pain a reminder to stay still. + +Not yet. + +Not here. + +The time would come—but this wasn't it. + +For now, he could only watch. + +But— + +It wouldn't be long before he would take action. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-275.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-275.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d18cce --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-275.md @@ -0,0 +1,210 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 275: Arrival" +slug: "ch-275" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 275 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The sudden commotion sent ripples through the serene atmosphere of the garden, drawing the attention of nearly every guest present. + +Eyes turned toward the escalating conflict, watching with interest as the tension thickened between the Phoenix Order Guild and the geniuses from the South Region. + +"Look, the Phoenix Order Guild of the East and the First Crown of the South are having some fun over there." + +A guest smirked, sipping his wine as if he were watching entertainment rather than a brewing confrontation. + +"Hah, these people from the South… always so unbridled, so lawless. But they're going too far, thinking they can do whatever they want here. This isn't the South Region." + +There was a shared sentiment among many of the guests. + +The South was known for its wild, unchecked arrogance, the tyrannical behavior of its Seven Crown Organizations, and their tendency to disrespect authority outside their own borders. + +The fact that they were bold enough to provoke a conflict here, in the heart of the West Region, was proof of their unchecked confidence. + +"I know exactly why they're targeting the Phoenix Order Guild." + +Another guest leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a well-known secret. + +"Max humiliated Nathan in the temple four months ago, and we all saw his battle against Arthur Gale. That alone is reason enough." + +His companion nodded knowingly, as if it had all been inevitable. + +"Yes, that was bound to happen. Nathan was embarrassed publicly, Arthur Gale was made to look like a fool, and these guys from the South aren't the type to forget such things." + +"Tch. Arrogant bastards," another guest muttered, shaking his head. "The Seven Crown Organizations of the South… each one of them is more insufferable than the last." + +Despite their complaints, no one intervened. + +No one stepped forward to stop the tension from escalating. + +Because deep down, many of them were simply waiting to see how this played out. + +The Phoenix Order Guild and the South Region's elite clashing in public—this was a spectacle no one wanted to miss. + +*** + +Anton's eyes narrowed dangerously as his patience finally snapped. + +With an icy glare, he stepped forward, his Peak Adept Rank aura surging outward like a crushing wave, filling the air with heavy pressure. + +"And you all should scram!" + +His words were sharp, commanding, meant to force the arrogant group from the South to back off. + +But— + +A chuckle rang out. + +A low, mocking laugh that carried undeniable confidence. + +"Hehe… Anton." + +Arthur Gale stepped forward at that moment, his lips curled into a sneer. + +"You? Against me? You're no match. Just call Bruce." + +A single step— + +And suddenly, his Seeker Rank aura erupted, far surpassing the pressure Anton had released. + +It was overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the Adept Rank aura Anton had tried to assert. + +Anton's body tensed involuntarily, his feet shifting backward as he instinctively stepped away. + +It was an automatic reaction. + +A fighter's instincts—when faced with overwhelming power, the body retreated before the mind could resist. + +Arthur saw it. + +And he laughed. + +A mocking, disdainful laugh. + +"Weak. Too weak!" + +His voice dripped with contempt, his eyes full of arrogance as he stared Anton down like he was nothing more than an insect. + +The moment should have been crushing for Anton. + +But before anything else could happen— + +A powerful, authoritative voice cut through the air. + +"What's going on here?" + +It was a voice that commanded attention. + +All heads turned as a group of figures arrived at the scene. + +At the front, standing tall in his royal attire, was none other than Crown Prince Aelric. + +Beside him— + +Bruce, his expression darkening as he instantly took in the situation. + +Amelia, her sharp eyes flickering between Alice and the South Region elites. + +Revenna, her usual air of quiet amusement replaced with cold observation. + +Other young elites, all from the same generation, all powerful in their own right. + +The moment Bruce's gaze locked onto Arthur and the others, his expression shifted. + +He didn't need an explanation. + +He understood immediately. + +Arthur and his group from the South had been trying to provoke Anton, Alice, and the Phoenix Order Guild—and it had escalated quickly. + +His Seeker Rank aura surged, and before Arthur could say anything— + +Bruce moved. + +In a flash, he appeared before Anton and Alice, his aura clashing against Arthur's instantly. + +The air cracked, an invisible shockwave spreading as two Seeker Rank auras collided, shaking the atmosphere around them. + +Arthur's eyes flickered with mild surprise, but he didn't back down. + +Bruce, however, wasn't amused. + +His voice was calm, but there was undeniable authority behind it. + +"You rats from the South are always so bold." + +His words carried undisguised disdain, an open challenge to their arrogance. + +Arthur's smirk didn't fade, but he didn't immediately retaliate either. + +Anton, meanwhile, let out a quiet sigh of relief, his tense shoulders loosening slightly. + +Crown Prince Aelric stepped forward, his presence alone enough to shift the balance of the confrontation. + +His expression remained calm, but the deep frown on his face made it clear—he wasn't pleased with what was unfolding. + +His gaze swept over the gathered elites, pausing briefly on Arthur Gale and his group from the South Region. + +Then, with a voice that carried the weight of royalty, he spoke. + +"Arthur, everyone here is a guest. I would appreciate it if you and your group do not escalate this commotion any further than it already has." + +His words weren't a request—they were a warning wrapped in polite diplomacy. + +Arthur, standing at the center of it all, turned his deep, calculating gaze toward the Crown Prince. + +For a brief moment, there was a flicker of defiance, as if he were considering whether or not to ignore the warning altogether. + +But then— + +A slow nod. + +"Sure." + +Arthur's smirk faded into something more neutral, his posture relaxing slightly as he took a step back. + +"If you say so, Aelric." + +Then, his gaze flickered to Anton, a hint of mockery still lingering in his tone. + +"But you should know, it wasn't my group who first used the pressure."𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +A subtle attempt to shift the blame—to paint Anton as the one who instigated the conflict. + +His voice remained casual, but there was an undeniable undercurrent of amusement in it. + +Then, with a slight shrug, he turned back to Aelric. + +"But I'll back off since it's you requesting." + +There was no apology, no sign of regret—only the illusion of cooperation. + +He had backed down not because he was afraid—but because it was strategically beneficial to do so. + +Crown Prince Aelric gave Arthur a small nod, a gesture of acknowledgment and gratitude for backing down—even if only for show. + +But just as he was about to speak, something unexpected happened. + +A figure appeared—abruptly, effortlessly, as if he had always been there. + +There was no sound, no warning, just a shift in the air and someone appeared before them. + +A young man. + +Dressed in a sleek suit, tailored perfectly to his frame. + +His face obscured by a smooth, blue mask, unmarked by any design—just an endless, expressionless surface. + +His hair, a vibrant shade of red, slightly tousled, standing out against the night sky. + +And though his features were hidden, there was something about his presence—something that made the air grow still. + +Something dangerous. + +Then, in a calm, even voice, he spoke. + +"I would like to have some words with the geniuses of the South Region." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-276.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-276.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..761a7e8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-276.md @@ -0,0 +1,268 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 276: Exploded" +slug: "ch-276" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 276 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I would like to have some words with the geniuses of the South Region." + +The masked figure's voice was calm, composed, but slightly hoarse—a subtle distortion, deliberately altered. + +A calculated move. + +A voice that was unrecognizable, ensuring no one would connect it to the name "Max." + +Because if they did, things would get complicated. + +Crown Prince Aelric's frown deepened. + +His sharp, analytical mind immediately began assessing the situation. + +Just moments ago, he had successfully de-escalated the situation with the South Region's geniuses. He had convinced Arthur to step down—even if it was only a temporary retreat. + +But now— + +Someone had just appeared out of nowhere, inserting themselves into the confrontation with deliberate intent. + +Someone unknown. + +Someone masked. + +And most concerning of all—someone whose aura was completely unreadable. + +Aelric's gaze sharpened as he tried to sense the masked figure's strength. + +Nothing. + +That wasn't normal. + +Even with the most advanced concealment techniques, a warrior's general presence could always be vaguely sensed—whether they were stronger or weaker, whether they were dangerous or insignificant. + +But this person? + +He felt nothing distinct. + +No sharp spikes of energy. + +No fluctuating power waves. + +It was like trying to grasp fog with his hands—a presence that seemed to hover at the Peak of Adept Rank but then falling as low as Apprentice Rank. + +That in itself was unnerving. + +Who is he? + +And more importantly—why is he here? + +Crown Prince Aelric kept his expression composed, but there was a sharp edge to his gaze as he addressed the masked intruder. + +"Dear guest, don't cause any trouble here." + +His voice remained polite, but there was an unmistakable authority behind it. Aelric wasn't merely requesting—he was subtly warning. + +The Sun Palace was under his jurisdiction, and he wasn't about to let a nameless figure in a mask disrupt its peace. + +The masked figure—Max—slowly turned his head, his movements measured and calm. + +His gaze, though hidden behind the featureless blue mask, locked onto Aelric for a brief moment. + +Then, in a voice steady and unaffected, he spoke. + +"I will make sure I don't cause any trouble." + +Aelric studied him for a moment longer, as if trying to gauge his sincerity. + +Then, he gave a small, diplomatic smile and nodded. + +Satisfied—at least on the surface. + +But before he could move away, Max turned back to the South Region group— + +And then, he smirked. + +A slow, deliberate sneer—one that carried nothing but mockery. + +And then, in a tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain, he spoke words that shattered the garden's silence. + +"I have heard a lot of things about the South Region." + +His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear—intentional, calculated. + +Every guests in the vicinity turned their attention back to him, their curiosity instantly rekindled. + +And then— + +He delivered the blow. + +"They say the so-called geniuses there are the trash of all trash. So weak that not a single one of them could survive an attack against an opponent of the same level." + +Silence. + +Pure, stunned silence. + +Eyes widened. + +Breaths caught. + +Even the wind seemed to still, as if nature itself had paused to register what had just been said. + +Princess Aveline's mouth fell open slightly, her usual composure breaking as she stared in absolute disbelief. + +Alice froze, her expression stuck somewhere between shock and barely-contained amusement. + +Even Crown Prince Aelric, who had just acknowledged the masked figure's promise of "not causing trouble," was left utterly speechless. + +Did this man just… say that? Out loud? + +But Max wasn't finished. + +Not even close. + +Max took a slow step forward, his posture relaxed yet dominating as he addressed Arthur, Nathan, Tom, and the other South Region elites. + +His tone remained smooth, casual—as if he were simply discussing an interesting rumor. + +"They also say that everyone in the South is just talk." + +Another pause. + +A sharp, tangible shift in the air. + +Every member of the South Region's group stiffened, their expressions turning dark with rage. + +Nathan's hands clenched into fists, his face already flushing with anger. + +Tom's usual cocky smirk vanished, his lips pressing into a thin, tight line. + +And Arthur— + +Arthur's eyes burned with barely contained fury. + +But Max wasn't done mocking them. + +He tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely curious, before delivering the final provocation. + +"Tell me something, are these claims true?" + +His words hung in the air, sharp like the edge of a blade. + +Then— + +His tone dropped an octave, filled with open scorn. + +"Because I am genuinely curious… If your so-called geniuses are really just weaklings, why do you bother picking fights with other groups?" + +A pause. + +Then— + +He grinned, the sneer beneath his mask practically visible in the way his voice dripped with contempt. + +"I alone can handle all of you pieces of trash." + +If the garden had been silent before, it exploded now. + +Gasps rang out. + +Murmurs rippled through the crowd, the tension reaching a fever pitch.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +"Did he just… insult the entire South Region?" + +"Not just insult… he outright called their geniuses trash!" + +"Hah! This is getting interesting. Who the hell is this guy? He's got guts." + +"He's insane! Is he trying to start a war?" + +Princess Aveline blinked repeatedly, trying to process what just happened. + +Alice, despite herself, let out a small, choked laugh, quickly covering her mouth as if horrified by her own reaction. + +Crown Prince Aelric, meanwhile, closed his eyes briefly. + +A headache. + +He had just asked the masked figure to not cause trouble. + +And now? + +Now, he had declared war with words in the most blatant and public way possible. + +But the most violent reaction came from— + +The South Region's geniuses. + +Arthur's eyes twitched, his aura surging. + +Nathan's rage was nearly uncontrollable, his entire body shaking with fury. + +Tom stepped forward, his voice sharp with anger. + +"You bastard! You think we'll just take that insult?" + +Max merely tilted his head, as if considering the words. + +Then, he chuckled. + +"That depends. Do you plan to prove me wrong?" + +A simple statement. + +Yet, it was the final push. + +Arthur exhaled sharply, then—smirked. + +It wasn't an expression of amusement. + +It was the kind of smirk that preceded violence. + +Every word Max spoke was like a dagger piercing the hearts of the South Region's geniuses. + +It wasn't just an insult—it was a challenge to their very existence. + +Their pride. + +Their legacy. + +The South Region had always been known for its unyielding arrogance and unruly attitude. + +They were lawless. They feared nothing. + +And now— + +Here stood a masked stranger, brazenly mocking them in front of everyone, tearing down their prestige with nothing but words. + +Their world tilted, their pride shattered—and their rage ignited. + +Then— + +Arthur snapped. + +His face twisted with fury, his aura surging like a violent storm as his teeth gritted together. + +"How dare you speak so foul about the South?!" + +His voice boomed across the garden, raw with anger. + +Then—his eyes turned cold. + +Dangerous. + +"I will show you the true level of a South Region genius!" + +And with those words— + +He moved. + +His body dissolved into a thick mist, his form vanishing into the air, dispersing into an ethereal vapor that spread out in an instant. + +The mist rushed toward Max, moving like a phantom, as if ready to swallow him whole. + +Arthur was fully intent on teaching this masked fool a painful lesson. + +But just before the mist could reach Max— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-277.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-277.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee3cf32 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-277.md @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 277: A Punch" +slug: "ch-277" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 277 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1202 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A voice rang out, shaking the very air. + +"STOP!" + +Crown Prince Aelric's voice was filled with commanding authority, his Seeker Rank aura flaring to life. + +And in an instant— + +Ten golden swords and spears materialized around him, hovering in the air like celestial weapons summoned from the heavens themselves. + +Then— + +With a sharp movement of his hand, the blades launched forward, embedding themselves into the ground between Max and Arthur's mist form. + +BOOM! + +The impact created a barrier of golden light, an unbreakable divide that severed the battlefield, preventing Arthur's attack from advancing any further. + +The mist halted abruptly, swirling in place as if struggling against the barrier—before it was forced to retract. + +A second later, Arthur rematerialized, stepping back with a sharp glare, his expression filled with indignation. + +Aelric's piercing gaze swept across the scene, his face grim. + +"This is the Sun Palace, not a battlefield!" + +His voice carried a warning, heavy and unshakable. + +"If you wish to fight, take it elsewhere—but I will not allow unnecessary bloodshed here!" + +The golden swords hummed, their presence still lingering as a reminder of his authority. + +For a moment— + +There was silence. + +Tension thick in the air, a battle halted at the very brink of explosion. + +Arthur had halted, pulled back by Crown Prince Aelric's intervention, his mist form retreating behind the golden barrier. + +But Max— + +Max didn't stop. + +Unlike Arthur, he did not hold back. + +He had already decided the moment he threw those insults—this wasn't just provocation. + +This was declaration. + +His right fist clenched tightly, raw power surging through his veins as 30 Draconic Scales ignited inside him, flooding his arm with tremendous force. + +And then— + +He punched forward. + +Bang! + +The moment his fist shot out, a storm of pure force erupted from the impact, a violent gust of wind bursting outward, carrying an overwhelming shockwave. + +The golden swords and spears—weapons summoned by Crown Prince Aelric himself—were sent flying, torn from their positions as if they were mere twigs in a hurricane. + +But that wasn't all. + +The storm did not stop there. + +It surged past the barrier, reaching toward Arthur's mist form.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +The violent force engulfed him instantly, forcing the mist to scatter wildly before it was sent hurling through the air. + +A blur of gray vapor twisted violently, before Arthur was forced to return to his physical form, his body reappearing mid-air, barely able to halt himself. + +But even as he stabilized— + +The shock on his face was unmistakable. + +The force of the windstorm didn't stop at Arthur. + +The weaker geniuses from the South—those who had arrogantly stood behind him, basking in his power—were caught directly in the storm. + +Their bodies were lifted off the ground, tossed like ragdolls as they were sent flying across the garden, crashing into tables, bushes, and fountains. + +Some landed headfirst into the flowerbeds, while others tumbled across the ground in stunned confusion. + +Only then— + +Only after everything had been blown away— + +Did the storm of wind finally settle. + +A deep silence followed. + +A silence so heavy that it felt as though even the world itself was trying to process what had just happened. + +Eyes widened. + +Breaths held. + +Because Max— + +The masked figure. + +He had thrown a punch at nothing. + +He had simply punched the air— + +And yet, it had generated enough force to: + +Blow away Crown Prince Aelric's golden swords and spears. + +Scatter Arthur's mist form mid-attack. + +Send multiple South Region geniuses flying like they were weightless. + +All without touching a single person. + +The crowd of guests stared in awe. + +The murmurs began almost immediately. + +"H-He didn't even hit anyone... and yet the impact alone caused that?" + +"Those were the Crown Prince's weapons—yet they were blown away like paper?" + +"Arthur's mist form was forced back... by nothing but wind?!" + +"Who... Who the hell is this masked man?!" + +Princess Aveline looked utterly stunned, her usual grace momentarily shattered by the absurdity of what she had just witnessed. + +Alice, who had already been shocked once, could only stare, her lips slightly parted feeling the masked figure very familiar. + +Even Crown Prince Aelric, known for his calmness, found himself momentarily speechless. + +Arthur, still floating mid-air, stared down at the masked figure. + +His hands tightened, his teeth clenched. + +He wasn't just angry anymore. + +He wasn't just annoyed by the insults. + +He was shaken. + +'What... What the hell was that?' + +His mind raced, trying to comprehend the sheer power behind that one, simple punch. + +"Haha, so you guys are indeed as weak as ants." + +Max's laughter rang out behind the blue mask, thick with mockery and disdain. + +His posture remained loose, completely unshaken by what had just transpired—as if everything was just as he expected. + +"To get blown away by mere wind from a punch… how disgraceful." + +He shook his head, as if genuinely disappointed. + +The words cut deep into the remaining members of the South Region's group, their pride already battered by the humiliation they had just suffered. + +Arthur, still floating above the garden, stared down at the masked figure, his expression dark. + +He had never expected this man to have such terrifying strength. + +This wasn't just some nobody. + +Whoever he was—he was someone dangerous. + +And Arthur hated it. + +"Didn't you hear me when I told you to stop?" + +Crown Prince Aelric's voice cut through the air, his irritation barely concealed. + +His golden gaze bore into Max, his regal authority pressing down like a mountain, demanding obedience. + +But Max? + +He merely glanced over his shoulder, meeting Aelric's intense gaze with nothing but calm indifference. + +Then, he shrugged. + +"Well, he attacked first." + +His tone was matter-of-fact, as if he was explaining something completely obvious. + +Then, with an almost casual gesture, he pointed at Arthur, who was still hovering in the air. + +"So my attack was just a counter. However…" + +He paused for dramatic effect. + +Then, in a voice dripping with mock sincerity, he added: + +"I do admit it was my fault for not being able to stop my attack midway. My control is just… too weak." + +There was no remorse in his tone. + +Only sarcasm. + +A direct jab at Aelric's earlier command. + +Aelric's frown deepened, his patience wearing thin. + +The masked figure wasn't backing down. + +Not even giving him an opening to take control of the situation. + +Instead, he was pushing back, mocking him in front of the entire assembly. + +It was a rare moment where someone dared to challenge the Crown Prince's authority so openly—and in his own palace, no less. + +Before Aelric could respond, however— + +A new voice cut through the tension. + +"Aelric, if you don't mind, I'd like to take some action here." + +A figure appeared before them, stepping into the center of the growing storm. + +He was young, but his presence was undeniably commanding. + +Dark green hair, spiked upward in unruly strands, gave him a wild, untamed look. + +His sharp, angular features were accentuated by the faint smirk on his lips, a smirk that carried undisguised amusement. + +His attire was bold—dark clothes lined with streaks of emerald, the crest of his clan subtly embroidered on his sleeve. + +There was something rebellious about his stance, the way he carried himself—like a punk who didn't care about rules, only strength. + +And yet—his arrival was met with instant recognition. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-278.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-278.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e58aad5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-278.md @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 278: Aelric’s True Strength" +slug: "ch-278" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 278 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1235 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hey, that's Frevo Banian… He's from the Second Crown!" + +The realization hit fast. + +The tension, which had already reached a peak, spiked even further. + +"Yeah, I heard his strength has already reached Level 3 of Seeker Rank… And he's still under 30! Just 29 years old!" + +"He's a monster. I've heard his name mentioned alongside other legends—Drake, Luna, Marcus… Those four are the absolute top of the South Region's younger generation!" + +A brief pause. + +Then— + +"If he's taking action, I doubt that masked guy will dare to do anything reckless now." + +The words carried a heavy certainty, almost as if the fight had already been decided before it had even begun. + +After all—this was Frevo Banian. + +A genius acknowledged by the South's elite, his strength already placing him among the strongest of his generation. + +He wasn't someone you could just provoke and walk away from unscathed. + +And yet— + +As the murmurs settled, all eyes turning to see how the masked figure would react— + +But… + +Max simply… stood there. + +Unmoved. + +Unfazed. + +Almost as if the hype, the expectations, the power behind Frevo Banian's name—meant nothing to him. + +Crown Prince Aelric's expression hardened, his patience running thin. + +"No, nobody will do anything from now on." + +His voice was firm, filled with the unmistakable weight of royalty and command. + +Then— + +He clenched his fist upward, and in an instant— + +Hundreds of golden swords materialized in the air, glowing with divine brilliance. + +They floated above the garden, forming an unbreakable barrier, encircling both Max and the South Region's elite geniuses. + +The entire atmosphere shifted, growing heavier, charged with tension. + +Crown Prince Aelric was no longer just watching— + +He was taking control. + +But before anyone could process his actions, a voice cut through the air. + +"Aelric, are you defending that masked guy?" + +A new presence stepped forward. + +A woman—Luna. + +Her short, raven-black hair barely reached her shoulders, framing a face that was strikingly beautiful. + +But it wasn't just her beauty that drew attention— + +It was the dark markings etched across her face, patterns that didn't diminish her beauty but instead enhanced it, giving her an almost mystical allure. + +And she wasn't alone. + +Behind her, Drake and Marcus followed closely, their expressions carrying an unmistakable air of dominance. + +In mere moments— + +The strongest geniuses of the South Region had gathered in one place. + +Luna's sharp eyes locked onto Aelric. + +Her voice was calm, but beneath it was an undeniable edge of warning. + +"This guy just came here to harass the South." + +She spoke with absolute certainty, as if her words alone were fact. + +"You should take a neutral stance and not interfere in this matter." + +Crown Prince Aelric met her gaze, his golden swords glowing brightly as they hovered in the air. + +"I can't allow a fight here," he said firmly. + +"So you all should calm down." + +But— + +That wasn't going to happen. + +Drake let out a low chuckle, his grin widening as he stepped forward. + +"That's not going to happen."𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +His words were casual, but there was an underlying threat woven into them. + +Then, with a slow gesture, he cracked his knuckles. + +"Either you take back your swords…" + +His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. + +"Or you get dragged into this, too." + +Aelric's brows furrowed, his grip tightening. + +But Marcus— + +Marcus simply sneered. + +"Our numbers are way greater than yours." + +A step forward. + +"So think carefully." + +Crown Prince Aelric's frown deepened as he surveyed the growing storm of tension. + +The situation had spiraled out of control. + +With Luna, Drake, and Marcus joining in, the hostility from the South Region's strongest geniuses had reached an undeniable peak. + +And worse— + +He knew his father, the King, wouldn't interfere. + +The royal court had long established that conflicts among the younger generation were to be settled by themselves. + +No generals. + +No elders. + +No outside interference. + +That meant—if this escalated further, it would be an all-out clash of young powerhouses. + +And right now, with how unified the South Region stood, the odds were against him. + +But just then— + +A voice cut through the rising tension. + +A voice calm, confident, and utterly unfazed. + +"I see. More ants have arrived now." + +Max's words were light, but they carried a weight that made the air grow colder. + +Then, with a slow, deliberate motion— + +He lifted his right hand, his fingers relaxed but exuding dominance. + +And then— + +He signaled. + +"Leave them to me, Your Highness." + +Aelric's eyes narrowed. + +This masked guy started everything and now he wanted to take care of the problem? + +He almost cursed this guy. + +But at this someone else reacted to Max's bold words. + +Marcus let out a loud, mocking laugh, his aura flaring as he stepped forward. + +"You?" + +He scoffed, shaking his head. + +"You might have caught Arthur off guard earlier, but against us?" + +His eyes gleamed with contempt, his Seeker Rank pressure leaking outward, wrapping the air in a suffocating weight. + +"It won't work." + +His fists clenched, his body tensing, ready to strike. + +Just as he was about to attack— + +"No! Everyone stop moving!" + +Crown Prince Aelric's voice exploded through the garden, carrying the authority of a ruler. + +And then— + +The sky darkened. + +Or rather— + +It turned gold. + +In a single motion, the number of floating weapons surged exponentially, rising from mere hundreds to a staggering ten thousand. + +A full-scale arsenal of divine weapons filled the skies above the garden. + +Spears, swords, halberds, daggers, axes—each one humming with terrifying energy, coated in the powerful aura of a Level 3 Seeker Rank. + +A storm of blades, enough to wipe out an army. + +Aelric's expression was now cold, unyielding. + +"I will not allow this fight to happen here." + +His words echoed through the stunned silence. + +Because even the arrogance of the South Region's geniuses couldn't ignore the absolute force before them. + +Aelric wasn't just the Crown Prince. + +He was an absolute powerhouse. + +And right now—he was making it clear that if anyone so much as moved, they would face his wrath. + +Luna's lips curled into a faint smile, but it was not one of amusement. + +It was the kind of smile one wore when facing an unexpected challenge, a smile that hid calculations behind it. + +Her aura surged, pushing toward the peak of level 3 of Seeker Rank, her presence like a tide rising against an immovable force. + +Then, in a voice as light as a whisper, yet sharp enough to cut through the tension, she spoke. + +"You think these weapons could stop us?" + +Her eyes flickered toward the golden arsenal, her gaze sharp, almost measuring. + +But before she could say anything more— + +The sky shifted again. + +Crown Prince Aelric's expression darkened. + +His golden eyes gleamed, no longer carrying the restrained patience he had shown earlier. + +He had held back, hoping to avoid escalation. + +He had spoken with reason, giving them a way out. + +But it seemed— + +They had mistaken his patience for weakness. + +"What about now?" + +His voice was cold, absolute, the tone of a man who had just run out of tolerance. + +And then— + +The sky became a sea of weapons. + +The floating golden blades multiplied, surging from tens of thousands to an uncountable number. + +Wherever one looked— + +They saw nothing but swords, spears, halberds, and arrows—a golden storm hanging over the garden, their sheer presence turning the very air into razor-thin tension. + +Each weapon hummed with unstoppable force, carrying the overwhelming pressure of a Level 3 Seeker Rank. + +And worst of all— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-279.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-279.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e397c53 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-279.md @@ -0,0 +1,380 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 279: Slaps" +slug: "ch-279" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 279 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1316 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Each weapon was ready to move.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +Luna, Frevo, Marcus, and Drake… hesitated. + +For the first time, true calculation appeared in their eyes. + +It wasn't fear. + +No. + +It was consideration. + +They weren't afraid of losing—they were thinking about the cost. + +Handling this many weapons at once would require them to go all out. + +That meant— + +Bringing out their strongest techniques. + +Using energy reserves they weren't willing to waste on a minor scuffle. + +Most importantly. + +If they fought here and now, it wouldn't just be a battle between a few geniuses. + +It would be a war between powerhouses. + +Battle between Seeker Rank experts. + +And that could definitely alarm the seniors in the palace which they didn't want to. + +The tension stretched. + +The entire garden held its breath. + +Would the South Region's strongest risk everything to push forward? + +Or would they stand down? + +The balance of power teetered on the edge of a blade. + +Frevo's eyes darkened as he stared at Max, his pride clearly bruised but his instincts forcing him to hold back. + +For now. + +"You just wait." + +His words carried the weight of a silent promise, his snort filled with resentment and warning. + +Then—one by one— + +Frevo, Luna, Marcus, and Drake took a step back. + +Not because they were afraid— + +But because they weren't reckless. + +They knew when to withdraw and when to strike again later. + +Crown Prince Aelric, still standing firm in the center of it all, kept his golden weapons floating in place, not dismissing them just yet. + +His sharp gaze flickered toward Max, assessing, waiting. + +"And what about you?" + +His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. + +The South had backed down, for now— + +But the masked figure was still an unpredictable factor. + +And that's when— + +Max turned toward him, the blue mask reflecting the golden glow of the weapons above. + +"Yeah, about that…" + +His voice was casual, almost playful— + +And then— + +He vanished. + +Faster than anyone could process. + +One moment, he was standing calmly in place— + +The next, he was high in the sky— + +Above Arthur. + +Bypassing every single one of Aelric's floating weapons as if they weren't even there. + +Arthur's eyes widened— + +But there was no time to react. + +No time to register the attack. + +A fist. + +Coated in the force of 30 Draconic Scales. + +BANG! + +The impact was instantaneous. + +Arthur's body was sent flying downward, cutting through the sky like a meteor crashing toward the earth. + +The wind howled violently, trees and nearby structures shuddering under the sheer force of the descent. + +Then— + +BOOM! + +His figure slammed into the garden below, sending shockwaves rippling outward. + +The ground split apart, stone tiles cracking as a deep crater formed beneath him. + +Dust and debris shot into the air, swirling chaotically before finally settling. + +A silence fell over the crowd. + +No one spoke. + +No one moved. + +Because in just one hit— + +Arthur, a top genius of the South Region, had been obliterated into the ground. + +Just as the garden trembled from Arthur's impact, just as the world stood in stunned silence— + +The sky moved. + +A golden storm of weapons, thousands of swords, spears, halberds, and arrows—all surged forward at once. + +Aelric had finally acted. + +The golden weapons that had once loomed like a silent warning now descended like a divine judgment, aiming to consume Max entirely. + +The air shook with their combined force, the sheer volume of their presence blinding to those below. + +And yet— + +As the blades rushed toward him, threatening to tear him apart— + +Max did not run. + +He did not retreat. + +He charged straight toward them. + +The moment was so absurd, so utterly reckless, that the entire crowd froze. + +And then— + +Something impossible happened. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! + +The first wave of weapons collided with Max's body. + +And— + +They bounced off. + +Like they had just struck an indestructible wall. + +Like they had just hit something beyond mortal comprehension. + +One by one, swords, spears, halberds—all repelled violently backward, their momentum completely nullified upon impact. + +The sound of metal crashing against an immovable force reverberated through the garden, echoing like a deafening symphony of destruction. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! + +Each impact rang louder, sharper, until it became undeniable— + +Nothing was piercing his skin. + +Gasps rippled through the onlookers. + +"What... What just happened?!" + +"Those were Aelric's divine weapons! They didn't even scratch him!" + +"I-It's like his body is harder than steel!" + +"No... no, it's something even greater!" + +Even Aelric's expression tightened, his usually composed demeanor wavering for the first time. + +He had felt it— + +The moment his weapons struck Max's body, he knew. + +It wasn't just defense. + +It wasn't just resistance. + +It was absolute rejection. + +His weapons hadn't even been able to embed themselves, much less cut through. + +And then— + +Before the shock could settle— + +Max moved again. + +Max flashed forward, his speed like a lightning bolt cutting through the air. + +His figure became a blur, passing through the failed onslaught of weapons like they didn't even exist. + +And when he stopped— + +He was standing right before two people. + +Tom and Nathan. + +Their eyes widened, their breath hitched— + +And before they could react— + +Max raised his hand. + +"You two ants are also getting smacked." + +His arm snapped forward. + +SLAP! + +His hand met Tom's face. + +A moment later— + +SLAP! + +Nathan suffered the same fate. + +And then— + +Both their figures were sent flying, tumbling helplessly through the air before crashing to the ground, completely disoriented. + +Gasps of pure disbelief erupted among the watching crowd. + +Another two geniuses of South Region… reduced to nothing but toys in the masked figure's hands. + +But even as they crashed, even as their bodies skidded across the ground, the weapons in the sky rushed again, determined to strike down Max once more. + +And yet— + +Clang! Clang! Clang! + +Again, the weapons bounced off. + +Again, they failed to even dent his skin. + +Crown Prince Aelric's expression darkened, his patience all but exhausted. + +Everything—everything—had spiraled beyond control. + +Arthur had been humiliated. + +Tom and Nathan had been slapped into the ground like mere children. + +The golden storm of weapons had failed. + +And this masked figure? + +He wasn't just winning. + +He was toying with them. + +Aelric exhaled sharply, his gaze shifting to a particular figure. + +"Restrict his movement." + +And the person he called upon? + +Amelia. + +Amelia nodded, her eyes gleaming as she prepared to bend the space around Max, intending to trap him in her space elemental skills. + +But then— + +She froze. + +Not by choice. + +Not by any technique she had encountered before. + +She simply… could not move. + +Her body remained rigid, her breath caught in her throat, her mind screaming at her to act— + +But nothing obeyed her will. + +And then— + +The masked figure turned his head slightly. + +The moment his masked gaze fell upon her, a deep, unshakable terror filled her. + +Not because of killing intent. + +Not because of pure power. + +But because she realized— + +She had intended to use something like what Max used to restrict his movements. + +Yet now— + +She was the one who had been restricted. + +The irony was devastating. + +But before Amelia could even process it, the masked figure's attention shifted elsewhere. + +And that's when— + +Everything turned cold. + +A bone-chilling frost surged forward, wrapping around Max's body faster than he could react. + +Before he could even move— + +His entire form froze solid. + +A perfect ice statue, his body completely encased, his features locked in place. + +The surrounding temperature plummeted in an instant, frost creeping across the ground as cold air spread outward. + +A few gasps echoed through the garden. + +Had he been— + +"—No." + +Before the thought could even settle— + +CRACK. + +A sharp sound—like glass fracturing— + +And then— + +BOOM! + +The ice statue shattered into nothing. + +Fragments of frost scattered in the air, glowing under the lights of the Sun Palace before dissolving completely. + +And standing there— + +Unharmed. + +Was Max. + +The same as before. + +As if he had never been trapped at all. + +Just then— + +Another wave of frost came. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-28.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-28.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..62d36ef --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-28.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 28: Alice and Amy" +slug: "ch-28" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 28 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1207 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"More!" Max growled, his voice strained but defiant. He called upon the power of the eighth black light. + +The moment he did, his body rebelled. His muscles clenched so tightly they felt like iron cords ready to snap. His veins bulged grotesquely, snaking across his skin like dark rivers, and every nerve in his body screamed in agony. + +Sweat poured down his face in torrents as his skin flushed red from the pressure of the untamed, raw strength inside his body. + +"Eight it is then..." Max took a deep breath and released the power within his body back into the black lights. "With my current body, I can only use the power of eight black lights... If I go any further, I fear my body would just explode," he muttered in contemplation. + +Having figured out the use of Draconic Essence, Max pondered the Dragon Scales but couldn't come up with anything specific. "I'll figure something out later. Let's first go back to the cave of the lava serpent. I can't let those two girls take everything inside for themselves, but I wonder if I'm too late," he thought, sighing. + +He scanned the cave one final time when something gleamed on the ground beside the skeleton. + +Max cautiously circled the skeleton, still wary of what happened last time, and approached the gleaming object from the other side. + +Upon reaching it and examining it closely, a smile tugged at Max's lips. The gleaming object hidden underneath the ground was a sword. Digging it out, Max grasped the sword in his hands. + +It was of a normal size, the only difference being the blade, which was pitch black. Max guessed it belonged to the same person the skeleton belonged to. + +"It's good," he said, feeling very comfortable holding the sword. Even the weight was just right for his strength. "Looks like I won't need a new sword anytime soon." + +"Let's leave," Max muttered to himself, taking the open box with runes on it. He put the sword and the open box away and left the cave. + +The lava serpent was waiting for him outside, wagging its tail like a little dog when it saw Max emerging from the cave. + +"Let's go, buddy." Max smiled and headed back to the lava serpent's lair. He had left behind many level 6 and 7 cores, along with a level 8 one. Even if he couldn't get anything from the two girls, he still had to take what belonged to him. + +--- + +Inside a dimly lit cave, a young girl no older than fifteen sat cross-legged in serene meditation. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, a striking contrast to the sleek black battle uniform she wore. Yet, there was something undeniably otherworldly about her. + +If one looked closely, they would notice an ethereal phenomenon surrounding her—a dark red lotus, its petals flickering like embers, enveloping her entire figure. The lotus pulsed faintly, radiating a mysterious, oppressive energy that seemed to distort the air around it. + +Standing not far from her was a girl of the same age with brown hair. Her attention was entirely focused on the red-haired girl, not looking away for even a second. + +Just then, the red lotus surrounding the red-haired girl faded away as she opened her eyes. + +"Young Miss, is it done?" The brown-haired girl asked quickly, seeing the red-haired lady open her eyes. + +"It's done. I've finally integrated the entire essence of the Eight Petal Flaming Lotus." Alice smiled, her tone laced with satisfaction. "It's good that no other guilds heard about the Eight Petal Flaming Lotus born in this dungeon, or chaos would surely have ensued." + +"Also, Amy..." Alice looked at the brown-haired girl, sending daggers at her with her eyes. + +"W-What, Miss Alice?" Amy stammered in fear. + +Alice sighed, seeing her personal maid—whom she had spent more time with than anyone else—so scared of her. "How many times have I told you not to call me 'Miss' when we're outside? Moreover, we're childhood friends, so you should just call me Alice like everyone else." + +"B-But... I am your maid," Amy said, her head lowered. + +Alice folded her hands in front of her chest and sighed. "You never learn, Amy, do you?" She shook her head lightly. + +"Let's go and leave this cave." She glanced around, seeing thousands of shiny red crystals scattered around them. "Also, collect all these mana crystals. They might come in handy just in case." + +Amy nodded quickly and began collecting the mana crystals one by one. It took them an hour to completely collect all the cores. + +"That lava serpent was smart. It used the mana crystals from all over the charred forest to accelerate the growth of the Eight Petal Flaming Lotus," Alice mused, looking at the storage ring on her hand before putting it away. "Let's go." + +They headed back, but when they reached the entrance of the cave, they found it blocked by rocks and stones. + +"Looks like a fight broke out between the level 8 lava wolf and that level 9 flame serpent," Alice muttered softly. + +"Step back," she warned Amy, her hands blazing with red flames. An arrow of pure red flames floated above her hand. + +The red-hot flaming arrow shot out from her hand and struck the blockade. + +BANG!𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The blockade was blasted open, revealing the world outside. + +"Let's go." Alice called out to Amy as she stepped outside the cave, but what she saw surprised her. She saw the level 9 lava serpent sleeping peacefully beside a young man with greyish-silver hair. + +'Him?' Alice frowned. If she recalled correctly, this guy had the strength of level 3, which now appeared to be level 4. 'But what is he doing here with the level 9 lava serpent?' + +"What have you two been doing inside? I've been waiting for you guys for quite a while now." Max said with a smile, seeing the two ladies finally come out. He had returned about an hour ago when he saw the blockade was still intact, so he had been waiting since then. + +"Are you sent by the other guild? The Black Lotus?" Alice immediately asked coldly. + +"Huh?" Max looked confused, not understanding what she meant. "Have you gone mad inside the cave or something? I'm here for the treasure you two found inside. I've seen you two go in, so you must have found something valuable that this dumb snake was protecting," he smiled greedily. + +Alice narrowed her eyes in suspicion. + +"Where did all those level 6 and level 7 wolves go? What about the level 8 lava wolf?" she asked warily. + +"Oh, them? I killed them," Max replied, before returning to the topic. "Where are the treasures?" he asked, smiling. + +"You think anyone will believe you?" Alice sneered. + +Max sighed, understanding her meaning. + +"But still, I want a part of the treasure, or I won't let you two leave from here," he insisted. + +Max really wanted some treasures right now whatever it was that they found inside the cave. He had come to this dungeon with the hope of finding many mana crystals and getting rich overnight but what he had gotten till now was pure disappointment except for the bloodline he obtained a while ago. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-280.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-280.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..637b42c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-280.md @@ -0,0 +1,346 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 280: Overwhelming Power" +slug: "ch-280" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 280 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A second, stronger blast of icy energy, aimed directly at Max, carrying the full force of its user's power. + +But this time— + +Max didn't wait. + +His right fist clenched, raw power surging through his arm as 30 Draconic Scales activated at once. + +Then— + +He punched. + +BANG! + +A devastating storm of wind erupted from the sheer impact of his strike. + +The incoming frost was obliterated instantly, the force behind his punch sending it scattering into the air, its power rendered meaningless. + +The shockwave rippled outward, sending loose debris flying and forcing weaker cultivators to shield their faces from the aftershock. + +And as the dust settled— + +Max stood untouched, unmoved, an unshakable figure amidst the chaos. + +The white dust from his previous clash still lingered in the air, settling over the battlefield that had once been a gathering of the strongest.𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +And yet— + +None of them had managed to harm him. + +None of them had even come close. + +His gaze shifted toward the group that still stood—the ones who had held themselves back, waiting for the right moment to strike. + +Luna, Frevo, Marcus, and Drake. + +The top four geniuses of the South Region. + +They had watched, they had observed— + +And now, they had seen enough. + +Max's voice was calm, deliberate, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper. + +Not rage. + +Not excitement. + +Something far worse. + +"And you all…" + +He let the words linger, stretching out the tension. + +His right hand rose, fingers flexing, his palm open. + +"You are just… annoying." + +And then— + +He snapped his fingers. + +The moment his fingers curled inward, something shifted in the air. + +A force unseen, but undeniable. + +A silent command that bent the very laws of reality to his will. + +He poured every ounce of mana into his Space Freeze skill, not holding back even a single strand of energy. + +With it came his mastery of level 3 Space Aura. + +And then— + +It took hold. + +In an instant— + +Luna. Frevo. Marcus. Drake. + +All froze. + +Not from shock. + +Not from fear. + +But because space itself had caged them. + +Their bodies locked in place, suspended mid-motion. + +Their auras, their power—rendered completely useless. + +They couldn't move. + +They couldn't speak. + +They couldn't even blink. + +Their eyes—the only thing they could control—widened in horror as Max stepped toward them. + +A slow, methodical walk. + +Like a predator closing in on prey that couldn't run. + +And then, as he reached them, he tilted his head slightly, his masked face unreadable. + +His voice, low and mocking— + +"Show me your true strength." + +A pause. + +Then, a grin beneath the mask. + +"Show me what you've got?" + +But it was useless. + +The top four geniuses of the South—the ones who had never known defeat, never been looked down upon— + +Were utterly helpless. + +The spectators—geniuses, nobles, warriors from across the continent— + +Watched in absolute terror. + +Because what they were seeing— + +Was something impossible. + +"H-He stopped them all… just like that?" + +"Not just stopped them… they can't even fight back!" + +"Luna… Marcus… they're at the level 3 of Seeker Rank… and they're completely powerless?" + +"What kind of monster is he?" + +For the first time, the crowd wasn't just curious about Max's strength. + +They were afraid. + +Because he wasn't just stronger than them. + +He was beyond them. + +He had just rendered the strongest of the South completely useless— + +And he hadn't even thrown a punch. + +And that was far more terrifying than anything else. + +Crown Prince Aelric's voice thundered across the garden, his patience shattered like glass. + +"What did you do?!" + +The sheer frustration in his voice made it clear—he was no longer holding back. + +But Max— + +He simply turned his head, casting a lazy glance at the Crown Prince, his mask betraying not an ounce of concern. + +Then, he sneered. + +"Just showing everyone how vulnerable the so-called top geniuses of the South really are." + +His voice was casual, almost bored, but it carried a weight that crushed the pride of those still frozen in place. + +"Just showing that they are nothing but ants." + +His words stabbed deep, their arrogance and reputation shattered with every syllable. + +The crowd, which had once held these geniuses in high esteem, now looked at them differently. + +Not with respect. + +Not with admiration. + +But with pity. + +Then—a shift. + +The frozen silence broke as Amelia suddenly moved. + +Her fingers twitched. + +Her breath shuddered as the invisible shackles around her crumbled into nothing. + +She had broken free. + +Unlike the others—who remained paralyzed in helplessness—Amelia had overcome it. + +She exhaled sharply, sweat forming on her brow as she turned toward Aelric. + +Her voice was low but firm, tinged with a hint of disbelief. + +"It's… it's a very high-rank space elemental skill… at an extremely high level of mastery." + +She turned toward Max, her gaze finally filled with wariness. + +Because she knew. + +This wasn't something a normal person could do. + +This wasn't something even the strongest geniuses in the world could pull off so effortlessly. + +Max's masked face turned to her, tilting his head slightly. + +Then, he smirked. + +"You're good." + +A pause. + +Then, he gestured toward the frozen figures of Luna, Frevo, Marcus, and Drake. + +"At least better than these clowns over here." + +A mocking wave of his hand, a gesture dripping with disdain. + +Luna, Marcus, Frevo, and Drake… the strongest geniuses of the South Region… were being reduced to jokes. + +And they couldn't do a single thing about it. + +The humiliation was unbearable. + +"You..." + +Crown Prince Aelric's frown deepened. + +He had been watching, analyzing, waiting— + +But now— + +He had seen enough. + +With a sharp breath, he reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a weapon. + +A golden sword. + +Elegant. Majestic. Ancient. + +The handle was carved in the shape of a dragon, its scales shimmering with an aura of raw power. + +A weapon fit for royalty. + +A weapon fit for a king. + +The moment he drew it, the air shifted. + +The temperature dropped. + +The weight of his presence surged, pressing down on everyone around him. + +Even the strongest experts in the crowd could feel it— + +The difference between a prince… and a king in the making. + +His golden eyes locked onto Max. + +And then— + +A threat. + +"Will you stop… or will I have to make you stop?" + +The words weren't just a warning. + +They were a declaration. + +Aelric was done talking. + +If Max didn't back down now, this would turn into a battle that could destroy the entire Sun Palace. + +Max tilted his head slightly, considering the question. + +Then— + +He laughed. + +Not loudly. + +Not dramatically. + +But slowly—a chuckle that carried pure amusement. + +"Can you stop me?" + +His voice was light, mocking, completely unconcerned. + +Then, he gestured toward Amelia and Revenna who had already failed once. + +"Two of you already tried." + +A pause. + +"But I'm still here. Still standing. Still breathing. Still…" + +His head tilted slightly. + +"Kicking." + +His tone was casual, but the underlying message was clear— + +Nothing you've done has worked. + +Nothing you try will work. + +Crown Prince Aelric's face darkened, his grip tightening around the dragon-hilted sword. + +Then— + +He made his decision. + +"Do it." + +The moment Aelric's command left his lips, the tension in the air exploded. + +A shadow—fast, precise, and filled with killing intent—zipped through the garden, cutting through the air like a phantom blade. + +It didn't move like an ordinary attacker. + +No warning. + +No build-up. + +Just pure speed. + +One instant, the garden was still. + +The next— + +The figure had already reached Max. + +A sword flashed forward. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-281.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-281.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1cc50cd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-281.md @@ -0,0 +1,380 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 281: Soul Weapon" +slug: "ch-281" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 281 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1392 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Not just any attack. + +Not just a random attempt. + +This was an assassination strike. + +Aimed directly at Max's heart. + +Sharp. Precise. Deadly. + +The force behind it carried intent—the kind of madness that came only from someone who lived to kill. + +Then— + +BANG! + +A devastating explosion erupted the moment the sword clashed against its target. + +A shockwave of raw energy blasted outward, sending dust, debris, and shattered stone flying in all directions. + +The entire garden trembled, cracks spiderwebbing across the ground as the sheer force of impact tore through the battlefield. + +Visibility vanished. + +A cloud of thick dust swallowed everything, obscuring the scene entirely. + +Aelric, standing at a distance, narrowed his eyes. + +With a flick of his fingers, his golden arsenal of weapons spun into motion, slicing through the air like blades of divine judgment. + +They swirled and dispersed the dust, revealing the aftermath of the attack. + +And when the cloud cleared— + +What they saw shook them all to the core. + +Max stood untouched. + +Again. + +His right hand outstretched. + +In his grasp— + +A blade. + +Stopped inches away from his chest. + +The sword's tip trembled against his skin, held back by nothing but his bare palm. + +And the one gripping the hilt of the sword? + +A young man. + +Dark wild hair, eyes burning with insanity, an unhinged smirk stretching across his face. + +A face Max knew all too well. + +A face he had seen once before. + +The same crazy smile. + +The same insatiable battle lust. + +Mad Sword. + +A name that didn't belong to anyone sane. + +Max remained unmoved, his grip still firm on the sword of Mad Sword, the crazed genius who had failed to pierce his chest. + +But just as he spoke— + +"Your sword can't reach me." + +A shift in the air. + +A presence. + +No—three presences. + +Before Max could react, three powerful figures materialized around him. + +They hadn't rushed him. + +They hadn't announced their movements. + +They had simply appeared. + +Crown Prince Aelric stood to his side, his golden blade resting against Max's neck. The edge glowed faintly, infused with level 3 Gold Aura. + +Amelia stood in front of him, her own blade aimed directly at his heart. A sword coated in spatial runes, capable of slicing through dimensional barriers. If it pierced him, there was no doubt it would be lethal. + +Revenna stood behind him, her hand pressed against his back, releasing a terrifying frost aura. A power that went beyond normal ice manipulation. + +Her voice, calm yet filled with deadly promise, whispered from behind him. + +"You move even a little, and your body will drop to absolute zero." + +"A temperature where your organs and cells will stop functioning entirely." + +The words weren't a threat. + +They were a fact. + +Max remained still. + +Not out of fear. + +Not out of hesitation. + +But because he was interested. + +His lips curled beneath the mask. + +"I have to give you credit." + +His voice remained steady, betraying no concern, no urgency. + +"You aren't the top geniuses of Valora Continent for nothing." + +A pause. + +A silence that stretched—too long. + +Then— + +He grinned. + +A cold, confident, infuriating grin. + +"But do you really think this will hold me down?" + +"I see you try." Crown Prince Aelric's golden blade—previously resting against his neck—slipped inside him. + +Not piercing his skin. + +Not cutting through muscle or bone. + +It simply… phased through. + +As if it wasn't even a physical object. + +But Max felt it. + +A sharp, unnatural sensation rippled through his very core, not from his body— + +But from his Soul Palace. + +A foreign presence. + +Something that shouldn't be there. + +Something that could potentially harm him. + +His eyes narrowed, his senses flaring in alarm. + +Crown Prince Aelric remained calm, his grip tightening on the hilt. + +His voice was measured, cold, carrying absolute confidence. + +"I noticed physical attacks are useless against you." + +His gaze never wavered, meeting Max's through the mask. + +"So I had to use a weapon that could cut directly through your soul." + +The weight behind his words was undeniable. + +This wasn't a random technique. + +This was something prepared in advance. + +A sword that bypassed flesh and bone entirely, striking at the very essence of its target. + +A Soul Severing Weapon. + +The only type of attack that could harm someone whose physical body was impervious to damage. + +Max frowned deeply, his mind racing. + +His instincts told him to react immediately, to use his Soul Force and purge the threat before it could take root inside him. + +He was about to— + +When— + +A shift. + +A pulse of energy flared from the direction of the palace. + +Auras that demanded attention. + +'Some powerful experts with enormous soul force is coming this way?' + +He sensed it. + +His Three Dimensional Body acting up. + +Powerful auras approaching. + +They were still at a distance— + +But they were coming. + +Fast. + +His masked gaze shifted, turning toward the elites of the South, who stood still, their faces ranging from shock to frustration. + +'I have to go.' Max thought. + +The tension in the air was unbearable. + +Crown Prince Aelric's blade was still embedded in Max's soul, an unseen threat that could have disastrous consequences. + +Revenna's frost-coated palm hovered at his back, ready to end him in an instant if he made a wrong move. + +Amelia's dimensional sword remained poised over his heart, its edge trembling slightly, yet still deadly precise. + +And Mad Sword… + +His wild eyes never left Max's face, his insane grin frozen, eager to finish what he started. + +Yet— + +Despite the impossible situation, despite the sheer number of dangers around him— + +Max laughed. + +Softly. Casually. + +Like he wasn't the one standing in the middle of a coordinated execution. + +Like this was nothing more than a passing amusement. + +Then, he sighed. + +His tone dripped with mock regret. + +"Everyone, it's been fun and all, and I really enjoyed your presence… but sadly, I have to go now." + +A pause. + +A heartbeat of silence. + +Then— + +He vanished. + +Not dodged. + +Not fought back. + +Not defended. + +He simply ceased to be. + +Like a shadow dissolving into the darkness. + +Like a whisper lost to the wind. + +One moment he was there—surrounded, trapped, seemingly cornered. + +The next— + +He was gone. + +The weapons, the swords, the spells— + +All struck nothing. + +The air where he stood remained still, untouched, as if he had never existed in the first place. + +For a moment—nobody spoke. + +Nobody moved. + +It was as if time itself had frozen, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. + +Then— + +A flicker of sound, carried by the wind. + +A single name, spoken with amusement, but laced with undeniable dominance. + +"Do remember me… + +I am called White." + +Max was gone. + +But just before he truly departed, before he severed his presence from this place entirely— + +He made one final move. + +A move that wouldn't leave a mark on the land— + +But would etch itself into someone's soul. + +He condensed all of his Soul Force, drawing it into a single point, refining it with absolute precision. + +Not an attack. + +Not a burst of energy to make a scene. + +But a needle-fine thread of will, sharp enough to pierce through the noise of the world— + +And touch only one person. + +Anton. + +The moment the power reached him, his entire body froze.𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 + +A shiver unlike anything he had ever felt crawled through his bones, locking his breath in his throat. + +The world around him blurred, the voices of the crowd faded to nothing. + +And then— + +The voice came. + +"You should be very careful with how you treat Alice." + +It was soft. + +Too soft. + +Like a whisper drifting from somewhere beyond reality itself. + +Yet it carried a weight that pressed down on his entire being. + +A force that sank into his core, wrapping around his very essence like chains he couldn't break. + +Then— + +A pause. + +The silence stretched long enough that Anton felt something deeper than fear creeping in. + +And then, the final words struck like a blade to his mind— + +"Otherwise, the next time I see you make her cry… I won't just warn you." + +Anton's eyes widened. + +His fists clenched. + +Not out of rage—but because his body needed something to hold onto. + +Something to stop the trembling. + +And just as fast as it came— + +The presence vanished. + +No trace. + +No lingering aura. + +As if it had never existed. + +But Anton knew better. + +It had existed. + +And it had changed something inside of him forever. + +Because now— + +He knew what true danger felt like. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-282.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-282.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3bda8e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-282.md @@ -0,0 +1,316 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 282: Fearful Anton" +slug: "ch-282" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 282 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1231 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Anton took deep, controlled breaths, forcing his racing heart to slow. + +His hands trembled slightly, a lingering cold sweat forming at his brow. + +The sensation he had felt moments ago— + +It wasn't normal. + +It wasn't something that could be easily dismissed. + +For a brief, fleeting instant— + +It had felt as though death itself had brushed past his throat. + +Not with a blade. + +Not with an attack. + +But with something far worse. + +A force so absolute, so overwhelming, that his entire being had screamed at him to run. + +To escape. + +But he couldn't. + +Because it was already gone. + +The air was still. + +The fight had ended. + +But Anton… + +He was still shaken. + +His mind spun, struggling to piece things together. + +'What was that? Who was that?' + +The masked figure who had dominated the battlefield with ease. + +The man who had stood unshaken against the Crown Prince, Amelia, Revenna, and even the top geniuses of the South. + +The same man who had mocked them all, held their strongest in place with a single skill—and vanished as if reality itself bent to his will. + +Anton swallowed hard, his suspicion growing with each passing second. + +Slowly, his eyes drifted toward Alice. + +She stood still, but he could see the faintest traces of emotion flickering across her face. + +Recognition? + +Shock? + +Relief?𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +It was subtle. + +Too subtle for most to notice. + +But Anton wasn't most people. + +He knew Alice better than anyone. + +And the way she reacted to the masked man's presence—it wasn't normal. + +'Does she… know him?' + +The thought took root, growing stronger and stronger the more he dwelled on it. + +No— + +It wasn't just that. + +It was something more. + +Something deeper. + +A connection. + +Anton's jaw tightened, his mind flashing back to another person. + +Someone he once knew. + +Someone who shouldn't be here. + +A figure took shape in his mind. + +'Could he be…?' + +The thought was dangerous. + +Unbelievable. + +And yet— + +He had never felt such an overwhelming presence before. + +Never seen someone dominate an entire battlefield the way that masked man had. + +The way he moved. + +The way he spoke. + +The way he froze the strongest of the South with a single skill. + +The sheer untouchable aura that surrounded him. + +It was unnatural. + +Terrifying. + +And yet… + +It reminded him of someone. + +Anton shook his head, forcing the idea out of his mind. + +'No. It couldn't be Max.' + +The differences were too great. + +Max was only an Adept Rank the last time he was seen. The masked man's strength… it was far beyond that. It felt closer to Peak Adept Rank—possibly beyond. + +Max used a sword, lightning, and flames in battle. The masked man? He used only his fists and space element. No sword. No fire. Nothing that resembled Max's style at all. + +Max was strong—but not like this. + +Not like a walking calamity. + +Not like someone who could toy with the Crown Prince, Amelia, Revenna, and the strongest of the South all at once. + +Anton let out a slow breath. + +No—it didn't make sense. + +And yet… + +Even as he convinced himself otherwise, the unease remained. + +His hands were still clammy. + +His chest was still tight. + +The memory of death brushing against him wouldn't disappear. + +He could still hear that voice, whispering in his mind— + +"Be very careful with how you treat Alice. Otherwise, the next time I see you make her cry… I won't just warn you." + +It was too much of a coincidence. + +Too personal. + +His jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists. + +He wasn't the gambling type. + +He didn't like risking his life over a mistake. + +And if—just if—there was even the slightest chance that the masked man was somehow Max… + +Then he needed to change his approach. + +Because if that monster truly was Max… + +Then Anton had severely underestimated him. + +And he wouldn't make that mistake again. + +Anton's thoughts were interrupted as a group of figures descended from the sky. + +The air around them shifted, carrying a heavy martial pressure that made even the strongest guests tense up. + +They were the Royal Guard. + +Not ordinary soldiers. + +Not simple warriors. + +But elites—the very backbone of the Western Kingdom's military might. + +Each one wore silver armor, their movements precise and disciplined. + +But at the front of the group, leading them— + +A single man stood out. + +Unlike the others, this man's armor gleamed gold, carrying an air of absolute authority. + +A massive sword rested on his back, its presence alone enough to demand respect. + +His eyes—sharp, piercing, and impossibly keen—swept across the battle-scarred garden, taking in the pits, the craters, and the lingering remnants of the clash. + +Then, they locked onto Crown Prince Aelric. + +His voice was calm, yet firm, carrying the weight of a man who had seen countless battles. + +"What happened here, Your Highness?" + +Though respectful, there was an underlying urgency in his tone. + +Something like this couldn't be ignored. + +Crown Prince Aelric let out a deep sigh, his face still carrying the frustration from earlier. + +"It was some guy in a mask." + +The golden-armored general's brows furrowed slightly. + +"Someone from the Black Lotus Guild?" + +It was the most logical assumption—after all, the Black Lotus Guild was infamous for their secrecy and shadowy methods. + +But— + +Crown Prince Aelric shook his head immediately. + +"No, it wasn't them." + +His voice was certain. + +And then, after a brief pause, he added— + +"This guy… didn't look like he was from the Black Lotus Guild." + +The general's frown deepened. + +"Then who?" + +The Crown Prince stood silent for a moment, contemplating his next words. + +Then— + +He spoke with deliberate precision. + +"He is probably a guest here." + +His gaze drifted to the garden full of spectators—people from all over Valora Continent, watching the scene with a mix of amusement, curiosity, and disbelief. + +"A guest… but someone who doesn't want to show his face." + +His fingers tightened slightly around his golden blade, but his tone remained controlled. + +"There's no need to look for him." + +The golden-armored general's expression flickered with surprise. + +"Your Highness?" + +But Aelric continued. + +"Just make sure that if you do find him, you must inform me first. Before my father." + +A weighted silence fell between them. + +The general understood immediately. + +This wasn't something to report to the king yet. + +This masked man was dangerous—but if the king got involved too soon, it could escalate into something even bigger. + +Aelric wanted to handle this personally. + +The golden-armored man gave a firm nod. + +"Understood." + +Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night, the silver-armored guards following closely behind him. + +As the guards dispersed, Anton let out a slow breath, still unable to shake the feeling in his chest. + +His gaze shifted once more—toward Alice. + +She still hadn't spoken. + +Still hadn't moved. + +She simply stared at the spot where the masked man once stood, her hands clenching tightly at the fabric of her dress. + +Her expression—hidden from most— + +But not from him. + +Anton swallowed hard. + +'What do you know, Alice?' + +The question burned inside him. + +Because whatever it was— + +It was something she wasn't willing to say. + +*** + +Crown Prince Aelric's voice rang through the garden, carrying a tone of assurance and authority. + +"Everyone." + +His gaze swept over the crowd, taking in the uneasy faces of the guests who had just witnessed a battle that shook the Sun Palace itself. + +"Forgive me for the chaos that happened just now. Please, enjoy the rest of the evening." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-283.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-283.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d3bf32f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-283.md @@ -0,0 +1,288 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 283: Secret Hideout" +slug: "ch-283" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 283 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A soft murmur spread among the attendees. + +Some still looked shaken. + +Some were whispering, speculating. + +But most of them knew—this wasn't Aelric's fault. + +He had handled it well, ensuring that things didn't spiral even further out of control. + +One by one, the guests nodded in agreement, accepting his words. + +And soon— + +The garden returned to life. + +Despite the pits, the craters, and the lingering tension, people resumed their conversations, laughter, and socializing. + +As if trying to erase the memory of what had just transpired. + +While others moved on, Alice's mind didn't. + +Her fingers tightened slightly, her heart still pounding from everything that had just unfolded. + +Her gaze flickered to Anton, watching as her brother took a deep breath and walked toward Aelric. + +He had probably seen enough for one day. + +This was her chance. + +A rare moment of freedom. + +Her eyes lit up with excitement as she quickly turned to Princess Aveline, grabbing her hand with urgency. + +"Ave, let's go to that place." + +The princess blinked, a flicker of surprise in her violet eyes. + +"There? Right now?" + +Her brows furrowed slightly, not out of annoyance—but concern. + +Alice nodded firmly, gripping her hand tighter. + +"Hmm, right now. Please, Ave." + +Her voice softened, her expression carrying a pleading look, almost on the verge of watering up. + +It was a look Alice rarely showed. + +A look that Aveline knew all too well. + +The princess let out a deep sigh, placing her hands on her waist. + +"Don't think I don't know this look." + +She shook her head lightly, her stance still firm— + +But her gaze softened. + +She could never really say no to Alice. + +And Alice knew it. + +"But… since you want to go, then fine. Let's go anyways." + +Alice's face brightened instantly, her grip tightening in excitement. + +"I knew Ave was the best!" + +She giggled, pulling the princess along. + +Aveline rolled her eyes but allowed herself to be dragged away, a small smile creeping onto her lips. + +But deep down— + +She wondered. + +'Why is Alice so desperate to go there… right now?' + +Aveline then led Alice away from the garden. + +Their destination was not a place known to most. + +It was far from the celebrations. + +Far from the chaos of the gathering. + +And even further from the eyes of the curious. + +Anton caught a glimpse of them leaving. + +But he didn't react. + +He knew well enough— + +Alice and Princess Aveline had always been inseparable. + +As childhood friends, it was common for them to slip away from the crowd and explore every inch of the Sun Palace during their meetings. + +To him, this was just another one of their usual adventures. + +So he didn't bother to stop them. + +And soon— + +They had disappeared from sight. + +--- + +After a long walk, the two girls finally arrived at their destination. + +A place that few ever visited. + +A place that was within the Royal Family's territory, yet felt as though it belonged to a world entirely different from the grand palace. + +There— + +Standing tall, ancient, and humongous— + +Was a massive tree. + +Its towering branches stretched high, weaving through the sky like the limbs of a sleeping titan. + +Its dense canopy cast a wide shadow across the ground, covering the entire clearing in a blanket of soft golden light filtering through the leaves. + +Alice gazed up at the enormous tree before her, its towering form unchanged despite the years that had passed. + +A soft breeze rustled its thick canopy, sending a few golden leaves drifting down like whispers of the past. + +She sighed, a nostalgic smile forming on her lips. + +"It's been, what? Three years since I last came here?" + +Her voice was filled with a quiet longing, a mix of fond memories and something else—a sadness she couldn't quite name. + +Princess Aveline gave her a look, but said nothing. + +Instead, she stepped forward, leading Alice toward the small hole in the tree trunk. + +A passage. + +A hidden entrance that led to something much more than just the hollow of an old tree. + +"Let's go." + +With those words, they both slipped inside. + +The moment they stepped through, they found themselves inside a hidden cave. + +But it wasn't dark or abandoned like one might expect. + +Instead— + +It was warm, lived-in, almost like a secret home tucked away from the rest of the world. + +Golden wires of soft, glowing light wove through the cave walls, intertwined with green leaves that pulsed faintly, giving the place an almost magical ambiance. + +Despite the years that had passed, the space was clean, well-maintained, even decorated. + +It was clear—someone had been taking care of it. + +Princess Aveline smiled, turning to Alice. + +"I've been coming here whenever I had time, cleaning things up and adding whatever I could." + +Her tone was proud, yet lighthearted—as if this place had become something of a personal project for her. + +Alice's eyes softened as she took it all in. + +A place so small, so hidden— + +Yet to them, it was a world of its own. + +Alice moved further into the space, running her fingers lightly along the walls. + +Then, after a moment of thought, she turned to Aveline. + +"Ave, since this is our secret hideout, we should add a back door—just in case we ever need to leave in secrecy." + +Aveline blinked, surprised at the sudden suggestion. + +Then— + +A slow smirk crossed her lips. + +"A back door? I like it." + +But just as she spoke— + +Another voice joined in. + +"I like it too." + +The words came from behind them. + +A voice—calm, amused, yet carrying an underlying weight. + +The moment it reached their ears, Princess Aveline reacted instantly. + +Her body turned in a flash, her hand shooting out protectively in front of Alice—her instincts taking over. + +Her eyes hardened, her aura flaring slightly, ready for battle. + +It was then she saw who spoke just now. + +A face she knew far too well. + +Aveline's entire body stiffened, her hand still slightly raised in defense as her mind processed what she was seeing. + +She had expected an intruder. + +A spy, an enemy, a hidden threat. + +But instead— + +She was looking at someone she never imagined would be here. + +Her lips parted slightly as the name slipped from her mouth, almost in disbelief. + +"You—you are Max!" + +Her voice trembled. + +Her fingers clenched. + +Max simply smiled. + +Not a grin of mockery. + +Not a smirk of arrogance. + +Just a calm, easy smile. + +"I am indeed Max." + +His voice was steady, casual—yet it carried something deeper beneath the surface. + +Something undeniable. + +Then, with a slight nod, he turned to Princess Aveline. + +"Could you please give me and Alice some private space?" + +Aveline blinked. + +Her sharp violet eyes flickered between Alice and Max, her mind piecing together the puzzle. + +She could see it. + +The way Alice was frozen, staring, her hands slightly trembling. + +The way Max, despite his outward calmness, carried a quiet intensity in his gaze. + +There was history here. + +Something that needed to be said—something private. + +Aveline took a slow breath, her expression shifting to understanding. + +She lowered her arms, her posture relaxing slightly. + +Then, she gave Alice a knowing glance, before stepping toward the exit. + +"Alright." + +Her tone was neutral, but beneath it—there was a silent message. + +Talk to him. + +With that, she turned and left, slipping out of the tree house and into the open air, leaving the two alone. + +Then— + +Max raised a hand and waved lightly at Alice who stood frozen before him, his lips curling into a small, casual smile. + +"Hey." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-284.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-284.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..affb11a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-284.md @@ -0,0 +1,398 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 284 Truth" +slug: "ch-284" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 284 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1365 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hey." + +A simple word. + +A simple gesture. + +But to Alice, it was everything. + +Her vision blurred. + +Her chest tightened. + +Her lips quivered. + +Tears swelled up in her eyes—then overflowed. + +In that instant, she couldn't hold back any longer. + +Without hesitation, she rushed forward. + +Her feet barely touched the ground as she threw herself into his arms. + +And the moment she did— + +She broke down. + +At first, it was soft. + +A few silent sobs, muffled against his chest. + +But soon— + +The dam shattered. + +And the tears poured like a river in flood. + +She clung to him, fingers digging into the fabric of his suit, as if afraid he would disappear again. + +Max felt her shaking against him, her warmth pressing into his own. + +His heart tightened. + +He had expected anger. + +He had expected resentment. + +But instead— + +She was crying. + +Crying as if she had been waiting for this moment forever. + +Slowly, his arms wrapped around her. + +His grip tightened, his embrace firm, steady, and unshakable. + +As if to reassure her— + +That he was real. + +That he was here. + +That he was never going to disappear again. + +"It's alright." + +His voice was soft, calm—gentle. + +A stark contrast to the overwhelming storm inside his heart. + +His hand moved to her head, his fingers running through her hair as he soothed her trembling shoulders. + +"Everything is going to be fine." + +As they held each other— + +Something clicked inside both of them. + +For Max— + +It was in the last four months of separation that he truly understood. + +His feelings for Alice. + +What she meant to him. + +How empty his life had felt without her. + +And now— + +With her wrapped in his arms, her warmth against his chest— + +There was no more doubt. + +He couldn't lie to himself anymore. + +And for Alice— + +The moment she saw him, the moment she heard his voice again— + +She realized just how hollow her world had been. + +These past four months— + +Every attempt to move forward, to forget, to act like everything was fine— + +It had all been an illusion. + +Because without Max, nothing had ever felt right. + +*** + +Alice sniffled, wiping the last of her tears from her cheeks as she finally looked up at him. + +Her eyes were red, swollen from crying, but in them, there was relief—a warmth that had been missing for so long. + +And then, she whispered the words that had been buried deep inside her heart for months. + +"I missed you so much." + +Her voice was soft, but the weight behind it was immeasurable. + +She had wanted to say it countless times before. + +She had wanted to shout it to the world. + +But only now—standing in front of him, touching him, knowing he was real—could she finally say it. + +Max felt his chest tighten, his heart pounding in a way it never had before.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +But instead of responding immediately, he smiled playfully and teased— + +"You missed me?" + +His tone was light, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. + +Alice's nostrils flared slightly, and she pouted, her cheeks puffing up in frustration. + +"Of course, I did!" She huffed, crossing her arms. + +Even after four months apart, even after everything that had happened, he was still teasing her. + +Just like before. + +And for a brief moment, it felt as if nothing had changed. + +Max chuckled, his grip tightening on her hands. + +"Alright, alright." His voice softened. + +His eyes met hers. + +"I missed you too. I missed you so much." + +There was no teasing this time. + +Only raw honesty. + +And Alice felt it. + +Her face reddened slightly, but she didn't look away. + +She held his gaze, her fingers tightening slightly around his. + +But then— + +Her smile faded. + +Her expression turned serious. + +A shadow of uncertainty passed through her eyes. + +And then— + +She asked the question that had been haunting her for months. + +"What happened between you and Mother?" + +Max's breath hitched. + +His grip on her hands subtly tightened. + +He had known this was coming. + +He had expected it. + +And yet— + +Hearing her say it out loud made it feel so much heavier. + +Alice looked at Max right in th eye. + +Her expression was complex, conflicted— + +She loved her mother, but she also trusted Max. + +She wanted to believe in both. + +But the truth wouldn't let her. + +There was a fracture between them now— + +One that needed to be acknowledged. + +Max let out a slow, deep sigh. + +He looked away for a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words. + +How could he explain this? + +Even he didn't fully understand why Aurelia wanted him dead. + +Was it simply revenge for what his sister had done? + +Something deeper that he hadn't seen yet? + +But there was one thing he did know. + +Or was she protecting the Phoenix Order, doing what she had been ordered to do by the Young Monarch? + +Or… + +Was there something else? + +Something deeper that he hadn't seen yet? + +But there was one thing he did know. + +If he was going to tell Alice anything, he had to come completely clean. + +No more hiding. + +No more secrets. + +She deserved the truth. + +All of it. + +And that was exactly what he was going to give her. + +Max's voice was steady, but beneath it, there was a weight he had carried for too long. + +"I don't know the specifics, but I can understand at least one reason why she did all that." + +Alice's eyes softened, searching his face for an answer. + +"What?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. + +Max took a slow breath, then— + +He looked away. + +A rare moment of hesitation. + +A moment where the truth weighed heavier than ever. + +And then— + +He finally spoke the words. + +The words he had kept buried for so long. + +"I… I am Max Voidwalker." + +His voice trembled slightly. + +"Freya Voidwalker is my big sister." + +Alice's entire world tilted. + +She staggered back, her breath hitching as the words crashed into her like a tidal wave. + +Her eyes widened in disbelief, hands flying to her mouth as if to physically stop herself from gasping. + +Max… Voidwalker? + +Her mind reeled, trying to connect the pieces that had never seemed to fit before. + +Freya Voidwalker. + +The traitor. + +The one who destroyed her family's trust, who betrayed the Phoenix Order—the woman her entire guild swore to apprehend. + +And Max… + +He was her brother? + +The realization was too much. + +For a moment, she felt her legs weaken, her heart thundering in her chest. + +But then— + +A new thought struck her. + +A thought that cut through the chaos in her mind. + +And just like that— + +She stopped. + +Her breathing calmed. + +Her heartbeat slowed. + +Slowly— + +She looked at him again. + +And as she did, something inside her settled. + +The shock faded. + +The fear vanished. + +And all that remained— + +Was her answer. + +She shook her head. + +A small movement. + +Firm. Unwavering. + +Then she stepped forward again, reaching out. + +Her fingers wrapped around his hands, gripping them tightly. + +"It doesn't matter." + +Her voice was soft but absolute. + +Her eyes locked onto his, shining with conviction. + +"It doesn't matter, Max. You are you. She is she. I can't blame you for what she did. And even if I wanted to—I wouldn't." + +Max's breath hitched. + +His eyes widened, emotions swirling inside him. + +He had been prepared for the worst. + +Prepared for Alice to push him away. + +To call him a liar, a traitor—just like his sister. + +To look at him with the same hatred that burned in her mother's eyes. + +But instead— + +She held his hands. + +She chose to trust him. + +She chose him. + +Max exhaled deeply, his shoulders relaxing as a small smile formed on his lips. + +"Thank you." + +His voice was quiet, but full of meaning. + +"Thank you for understanding me." + +He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. + +"I was scared for a moment." + +Alice's lips curved into a small smile as she nodded. + +"Idiot." She muttered playfully. + +A brief moment of silence settled between them. + +A silence that felt peaceful, yet heavy. + +And then— + +Alice's eyes lowered slightly, her grip on his hands tightening. + +Her voice came out quieter this time. + +"So… you'll never return to the guild?" + +It was a question laced with emotion. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-285.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-285.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e6dfc91 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-285.md @@ -0,0 +1,458 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 285: A bit of talk" +slug: "ch-285" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 285 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1600 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max shrugged lightly, his expression calm but firm. + +"I can return to the guild, sure. But with your mother there? It's impossible." + +He sighed, shaking his head. + +"She'll kill me the second I show my face—probably before I even take a step inside." + +Alice's smile faded, her gaze lowering as a shadow of sadness flickered across her face. + +The conflict between Max and her mother… + +It was something she couldn't fix. + +Something that had torn them apart in ways she hadn't been able to prevent. + +Max saw the shift in her expression and sighed softly, squeezing her hand. + +"Don't worry about your mother for now."" + +His voice was gentle, reassuring. + +"Let's talk about you. How have you been?" + +And just like that— + +They talked. + +For half an hour straight. + +About everything and nothing at all. + +Alice talked about how things had been in the guild since he left, about her training, her frustrations. + +About how her mother had taken away her holowatch, about not getting any information about him anywhere in the guild. + +Max listened, occasionally teasing her, occasionally just watching her speak, soaking in the sound of her voice. + +They laughed. + +They reminisced. + +For a moment, it felt like they had never been apart. + +Like the past four months of separation had never happened. + +Like they had just picked up from where they left off. + +Then, somewhere along their conversation, Alice suddenly grinned, her eyes shining with excitement. + +"I knew it was you the moment I saw that masked person in a suit!" + +Max raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" + +Alice nodded, proudly. + +"That was the suit I specifically picked for this occasion." + +She crossed her arms and huffed playfully. + +"And you wore it." + +Max chuckled, shaking his head. + +"Of course, I did." + +His smile softened. + +"How could I forget something you bought for me?" + +There was no teasing in his voice this time. + +Just genuine fondness. + +Alice's cheeks warmed slightly, but she kept her composure—barely. + +She cleared her throat, looking away for a second before saying, "It looked good on you." + +Her voice was quieter, a bit hesitant, as if embarrassed to admit it. + +Max, on the other hand, grinned. + +He leaned in slightly, his tone mockingly smug. + +"Me? I know I look good in anything." + +Alice rolled her eyes, about to push him away—until his next words caught her off guard. + +"But you? Today you look gorgeous." + +Alice froze for a second. + +Her eyes widened slightly before her face turned even redder. + +"You think so?" + +She asked, looking down at her dress, suddenly feeling self-conscious. + +Her fingers lightly brushed the fabric, as if trying to smooth it out. + +Max nodded without hesitation. + +"Yup, a beauty indeed." + +His voice was honest, certain, without the usual teasing edge. + +Alice's heart skipped a beat. + +She smiled— + +Not her usual, playful smile, but one that was softer, warmer, more genuine. + +Max watched as Alice smiled so freely, her laughter ringing softly in the air, filling the space between them with warmth. + +And for a moment— + +He felt something deep inside his heart shift. + +A strange, unfamiliar feeling. + +Something he couldn't quite name— + +But something that felt too good, too right. + +And yet— + +He knew. + +All good things must come to an end. + +And so would this moment. + +He took a quiet breath before speaking. + +"I have to go now, Alice." + +His voice was gentle but firm. + +Alice's carefree expression stiffened. + +Her smile wavered, then slowly faded away. + +Anxiousness flashed in her eyes. + +"Go?" + +Her voice was softer now, tinged with uncertainty. + +Her fingers tightened slightly around his hand, as if trying to hold onto the moment before it slipped away. + +"When do we meet again, then?" + +Max sighed. + +A heavy, reluctant sigh. + +He shook his head slowly. + +"I don't know." + +His eyes met hers, filled with a quiet sadness. + +"It's very difficult for us to meet right now." + +He hesitated, but he had to say it. + +He had to be honest. + +"I'm part of the Black Lotus Guild now. They treat me well." + +His fingers tensed slightly as he continued. + +"But I don't think I can return to the Phoenix Order Guild anytime soon… or if ever." + +Alice's shoulders stiffened. + +Her grip on his hands tightened. + +Her heart sank— + +A heavy weight pressing on her chest. + +"Then this is our last meeting?" + +Her voice trembled just a little, filled with an unspoken sorrow. + +Max hesitated, his throat tightening. + +He didn't want to lie to her. + +Didn't want to give her false hope. + +Finally, he nodded. + +A slow, reluctant nod. + +"We won't meet but you will see me around." + +Alice's breath hitched—but she didn't say anything. + +Max sighed quietly, glancing at her saddened face. + +"I plan to join the exploration team led by the King of the West and Envoy Lucas to the Mourning Depths later." + +His voice was calm, but there was a hint of resolve behind it. + +"I don't think I'll be able to see you after the birthday celebration tonight." + +"Mourning Depths? I'll go too." She had spoken so quickly, so firmly, that it took him a second to process it. + +But when he did— + +He immediately shut the idea down. + +"Nope." + +His response was instant, final, and absolute. + +"You can't go there." + +Alice frowned, about to protest, but Max continued. + +"The least requirement to enter the Mourning Depths is Seeker Rank battle strength. And you…" + +He paused. + +Something felt off. + +His brows furrowed. + +His instincts tingled. + +He had expected to sense her strength like he always did, expected to feel the familiar presence of her aura. + +But now— + +He couldn't. + +At all. + +His eyes widened slightly, his expression turning serious. + +"Huh? I can't see through your strength? What happened?" + +His tone became sharp, wary. + +Was something wrong with his senses? + +Or… + +Had Alice changed? + +Alice's eyes sparkled mischievously. + +Then— + +She giggled, stepping back as she lifted her chin proudly. + +"Seeker Rank?" + +She repeated, amusement dancing in her voice. + +And then— + +She let her aura explode outward. + +A wave of energy pulsed from within her, spreading through the air like rippling heat. + +Fiery winds whirled around them, blazing with golden-red light, carrying an unstoppable pressure. + +Max instinctively braced himself, his coat fluttering under the force of her energy. + +And what he sensed— + +Shocked him to his core. + +"Level 2 of Seeker Rank?" + +His voice came out stunned, almost disbelieving. + +That— + +That was impossible. + +He had thought his leveling speed was fast. + +Had thought that he was ahead of everyone else. + +But compared to Alice… + +He couldn't even hold a candle. + +Alice smiled knowingly, placing her hands on her waist as if to say, "Behold my greatness." + +"Hehe~ I've awakened my Phoenix Bloodline." + +Her voice held pride, but also warmth. + +A confidence that came not from arrogance, but from certainty. + +Max's mind raced. + +Her bloodline… + +Yes, he had known about it. + +Had known that it had been dormant for years. + +But now— + +It was fully awakened. + +And this was the result. + +He muttered, almost to himself— + +"Your bloodline… of course." + +Everything clicked. + +Her insane growth. + +Her unparalleled power boost. + +Max's expression remained solemn, his mind racing as he tried to understand what had happened. + +"How did this happen?" + +His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge beneath it. + +"How did you awaken it?" + +Alice hesitated. + +For the first time in their conversation, she looked uncertain. + +Her fingers curled slightly, gripping the fabric of her dress as she searched for the right words. + +And then, after a brief silence— + +She spoke the truth. + +"After I heard that you were almost killed by my mother… something happened to me." + +Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to continue. + +"I—I lost consciousness." + +Max's eyes darkened. + +His heartbeat slowed. + +A sinking feeling settled in his chest. + +"And when I woke up," Alice continued, "my Nirvana Phoenix Bloodline had already awakened." + +Max's hands tightened into fists. + +His breath felt heavier, his pink eyes flickering with something dangerous. + +"What happened to you?" + +His voice was low, demanding. + +Not out of anger— + +But out of concern. + +He needed to know. + +Had she been hurt? + +Had she been tortured by the pain of her awakening? + +Had she— + +Suffered? + +Alice bit her bottom lip, her fingers trembling slightly. + +She shook her head. + +"I don't know." + +Her voice was softer now, filled with an uncertainty that gnawed at her. + +"Mother won't tell me anything about it." + +Her gaze dropped, frustration flashing across her features. + +"Big Brother Anton only told me that after hearing the news about you being stabbed by Mother, my emotions went completely out of control." + +She swallowed hard, recalling that moment. + +The devastation. + +The anger. + +The grief that felt like it would consume her whole. + +"And somehow… that triggered my bloodline." + +She clenched her fists. + +"Mother later helped me fully awaken it, but I don't remember anything from that time." + +Max's heart twisted. + +He could see it— + +The pain she had gone through. + +Even if she didn't remember it, her body did. + +Her soul did. + +And it must have been unbearable. + +Without a second thought— + +He moved. + +He pulled her into a tight embrace. + +Holding her firmly, protectively, desperately. + +His arms wrapped around her as if trying to shield her from everything. + +"I—I won't ever make you feel that way again." + +His voice was low, filled with raw emotion. + +"I promise." + +Alice's breath hitched, her body stiffening for a second— + +Before she nodded gently, pressing her forehead against his chest. + +She closed her eyes. + +And for the first time in months, she felt at peace. + +Max, however— + +Couldn't feel at peace. + +His mind was storming with thoughts. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-286.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-286.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..64fcd30 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-286.md @@ -0,0 +1,284 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 286: Leaving Alice" +slug: "ch-286" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 286 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Anyway, I am going to Mourning Depths you." Alice suddenly said. + +Max studied Alice carefully, his brows furrowing slightly. + +She was serious. + +More than that— + +She was determined. + +And that worried him. + +He sighed lightly, shaking his head. + +"Anton, Bruce, and the other top geniuses from the Phoenix Order Guild might be joining the exploration." + +Alice simply shrugged, crossing her arms. + +"I don't know. They don't tell me anything these days." + +Her voice held a slight bitterness, a reminder that she was still being left out. + +Max frowned. + +That wasn't a good sign. + +"You should ask your mother about this," he said seriously. + +"Though I'll still say this—sit this one out. The Mourning Depths is one of the many forbidden places in the Lower Domain. Dangers will be everywhere. No matter how strong you are, it's not worth the risk." + +Alice's expression darkened. + +Then— + +She shook her head firmly. + +"It doesn't matter." + +Her voice was resolute, unwavering. + +Her gaze locked onto his, filled with the kind of determination that left no room for argument. + +"I will go there even if I have to insist to my mother about it." + +She took a deep breath. + +And then, softly, but with absolute conviction— + +"I already missed the opportunity to be with you in the temple all those months ago." + +Her fingers clenched at her sides. + +"This time, I won't." + +Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. + +This wasn't just about the exploration. + +It wasn't just about her guild. + +It was about them. + +She refused to let fate pull them apart again. + +Max sighed, shaking his head as he looked at Alice. + +He knew arguing any further was pointless. + +She had already made up her mind. + +And if there was one thing about Alice— + +She was stubborn as hell. + +"Alright." + +His voice carried resignation, but also a hint of amusement. + +"But how you manage to convince your mother? That's your problem." + +Alice grinned triumphantly, clearly pleased with herself. + +Max, however, wasn't done. + +He crossed his arms and gave her a look. + +"Also, since your mom took away your holowatch, you should ask for it back." + +His voice turned firm. + +"If you're going to the Mourning Depths, you'll need it." + +Alice nodded confidently. + +"Leave it to me! I'll arrange everything." + +Her bright smile made it clear— + +She had no doubt she would succeed. + +Max exhaled, running a hand through his hair. + +This girl... + +She really had a way of making things happen. + +He hesitated for a brief moment— + +Then, with a small smile, he nodded. + +"I guess I'll see you tonight then." + +Alice's eyes shone with excitement as she nodded eagerly. + +Now that she knew she would meet Max again— + +She didn't feel as sad about their parting. + +For once, there was certainty. + +"Alright, I am leaving." + +Max slowly stepped out of the tree house, inhaling the cool evening air. + +As soon as he did, his eyes landed on a familiar figure. + +Princess Aveline. + +She stood there, arms crossed, leaning lightly against the tree. + +Her gaze locked onto him immediately. + +Sharp. Unforgiving. + +Max stopped in his tracks. + +"Thanks for understanding," he said gratefully, giving her a nod. + +Aveline, however, didn't look pleased. + +Instead, she narrowed her eyes at him, expression cold, calculating. + +"You and her, huh?" + +Her tone carried a hint of disapproval. + +A heavy silence stretched between them— + +Then, she sighed. + +"You better keep her happy." + +Her words were not a suggestion. + +They were a command. + +Max smiled wryly, rubbing the back of his head. + +"I will. But isn't it a little early for you to be saying that?" + +Aveline simply scoffed, rolling her eyes. + +"Whatever." + +Then, her gaze turned sharp again. + +"Just don't make her sad." + +And with that— + +She turned and disappeared into the tree house. + +Max stood there for a moment, staring at the now-closed entrance. + +He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. + +"She's more terrifying than Alice's mother." + +And with that thought— + +He vanished into the night. + +"You and him? How did that happen?" Princess Amelia asked as soon as she saw Alice in the tree house. + +Alice giggled as she began about how they met and all. + +*** + +The moment Max stepped into the Black Lotus mansion, his sharp gaze swept over the hallways. + +The entire place was silent. + +No sound of footsteps. + +No hushed voices. + +Even the air itself felt still. + +He moved toward the doors of each room, checking them briefly—𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +And found them all locked. + +His eyes narrowed slightly. + +'Nobody left their rooms?' + +He frowned, finding their lifestyle incredibly dull. + +No movement. + +No interaction. + +Just strict discipline—always silent, always unseen. + +'So boring.' + +But at the same time— + +It was convenient. + +He didn't have to explain where he had gone, didn't have to answer any unnecessary questions. + +With a small smirk, Max stepped toward his own door, opening it quietly and slipping inside. + +The moment he entered, his eyes landed on the glass of blood sitting on his table. + +Still untouched. + +Still emitting his fake aura from the bloodline rune. + +He let out a small chuckle before moving toward it. + +With a casual flick of his wrist, he removed the rune, allowing his real aura to settle back into the room. + +Now, it was as if he had never left. + +But his focus quickly shifted. + +His pink eyes flickered toward the clock. + +"The banquet starts in another hour or so." + +That was plenty of time. + +Without hesitation, Max sat cross-legged on the floor. + +He closed his eyes— + +And in an instant, his consciousness sank into the Dimension of Time. + +Inside the Dimension of Time, Max felt his body relax, his mind sharpening as he focused on his training. + +Every second here was multiplied in real time, allowing him to squeeze out years of training within mere hours. + +His muscles tensed— + +His aura flared— + +And with a steady breath, he began. + +His fists moved in practiced motions, flowing through the Ten Hands of the Cultivation God, refining every strike to perfection. + +His mind replayed battles, analyzing every movement, every mistake. + +His power surged, his Draconic Essences thrumming in his veins as he pushed himself further and further trying to maintain the state of activeness of his Draconic Essences. + +The hours inside the Dimension passed in silence. + +And before he knew it— + +The night descended upon the Sun Palace. + +Just then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-287.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-287.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e7f9113 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-287.md @@ -0,0 +1,324 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 287: Meeting Crown Prince Aelric" +slug: "ch-287" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 287 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's holowatch beeped, pulling him from his thoughts. + +A message from Callie. + +[We are leaving.] + +He glanced at it briefly before stepping out of his room. + +The moment he did— + +All eyes turned to him. + +And the reaction was instant. + +Every single member of the Black Lotus guild in the hall froze— + +Their expressions shifting from mild surprise to outright shock. + +Because standing before them was not the usual masked figure in dark robes. + +But Max. + +Max Morgan. + +Wearing a sharp black suit, his face fully visible, his striking pink eyes gleaming under the dim lighting of the mansion. + +No mask. + +No robe. + +No attempt to hide his identity. + +Klaus's frown deepened. + +The leader of the Black Lotus guild took a step forward, arms crossed as he eyed Max critically. + +"What are you doing?" + +His voice was firm, but also questioning. + +A warning. + +Max met his gaze without hesitation. + +"I will join the banquet as Max Morgan, not as a member of the Black Lotus guild." + +His voice was calm, unwavering. + +A choice had been made. + +A statement had been declared. + +And Klaus did not like it. + +His frown deepened further, his sharp gaze narrowing as he processed Max's words. + +This was too bold. + +Too reckless. + +Too dangerous. + +"Why?" Klaus finally asked. + +Max simply shrugged. + +"Because I can." + +Silence stretched between them. + +Klaus's eyes searched his, as if trying to find a hint of doubt, a crack in his confidence. + +But there was none. + +Max wasn't afraid. + +And that was what troubled him the most. + +Klaus exhaled sharply. + +"Still, you're better off with us." + +Max smirked slightly but shook his head. + +"Don't worry." + +His voice lowered slightly, carrying a weight of assurance.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +"I won't do anything stupid." + +But Klaus wasn't convinced. + +Not at all. + +Max shrugged, his expression calm, almost casual. + +"I promised Envoy Lukas that I would be here in the West," he said simply. + +"And Crown Prince Aelric as well. That's why I can't go as a member of the Black Lotus guild." + +He could feel the tension in the air. + +Carl and Callie sighed hearing Max. + +While Nick just watched silently, waiting to see how Klaus would respond. + +But before Klaus could say anything— + +Max continued, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. + +"Besides, I'm very sure you guys have my back if anything unforeseen happens." + +He flashed a small grin. + +"So everything will be fine." + +Then, without waiting for a response— + +He turned and walked away. + +Max's footsteps faded as he left the mansion. + +Not a single member of the Black Lotus guild stopped him. + +Not because they didn't want to— + +But because Klaus didn't give the order. + +He simply stood there, arms crossed, watching Max's figure disappear into the night. + +A deep frown creased his face. + +Silence stretched for several moments before Callie finally spoke. + +"Will he be fine?" + +Her voice held a trace of concern, her sharp eyes lingering on the entrance. + +Klaus exhaled. + +Slowly, he shook his head. + +"I don't know." + +His answer was honest. + +Because truth be told— + +Even he couldn't predict what would happen next. + +But there was one thing he did know. + +Max was walking into a storm. + +And whether he came out unscathed or shattered— + +Was up to him. + +With a final glance at the entrance, Klaus turned toward the others. + +"Let's go as well." + +Without another word— + +At the same time Klaus led the Black Lotus guild toward the Grand Chamber, Max also walked in the same direction. + +But unlike them— + +He was alone. + +He didn't know the exact way to the banquet hall— + +But he didn't need to. + +All the guests were heading in the same direction, their luxurious robes flowing as they chatted amongst themselves, laughing, whispering, discussing politics, alliances, and rivalries. + +Max simply followed them in silence. + +Or rather— + +He tried to. + +Because his presence alone shattered the silence. + +The moment people saw him, the air around him shifted. + +Gasps. + +Whispers. + +Shock-filled stares. + +The first few guests turned their heads—then more—and soon, nearly half the crowd was looking at him in disbelief. + +Some even stopped in their tracks, blinking as if their eyes were playing tricks on them. + +"Wait… am I seeing things, or is that—?" + +"No, you're not seeing things. That's Max Morgan." + +"Impossible! Wasn't he stabbed by Aurelia, the leader of the Phoenix Order guild? I heard she pierced his heart!" + +"Yeah, and I also heard the Monarch's people finished him off after that. There was even a report saying he was assassinated!" + +"Then explain why he's walking right there—calm as ever!" + +More guests turned to look, some subtly, others openly staring. + +Some even paused mid-step, struggling to comprehend the reality before them. + +Max could feel their gazes boring into him. + +Disbelief. + +Awe. + +Curiosity. + +Some expressions carried hints of fear—as if seeing a ghost. + +Others held excitement, like they were watching the return of a legend. + +And some— + +Were simply trying to figure out how the hell he was still alive. + +Max, however— + +Didn't react to any of them. + +His expression remained neutral, his pace steady. + +He ignored the whispers, the murmurs, the sideways glances. + +Because in the end—none of it mattered. + +As Max approached the entrance of the Grand Chamber, the golden doors stood tall and imposing, shimmering under the palace's grand chandeliers. + +Two figures stood at the entrance, welcoming every guest with warm smiles. + +Crown Prince Aelric and Princess Aveline. + +Their regal presence radiated authority, and yet, they remained humble, personally greeting every noble, warrior, and esteemed guest that entered. + +Crown Prince Aelric was in the middle of welcoming a group of nobles when his eyes landed on Max. + +And the moment he did— + +His expression froze. + +His breath hitched. + +For a split second, he forgot what he was saying. + +Because in his mind—Max Morgan wasn't supposed to be here. + +Not after what happened four months ago. + +Not after he was stabbed by Aurelia Phoenix and then reportedly assassinated. + +But now—here he was. + +Walking toward the entrance like it was nothing. + +Aelric blinked, quickly regaining his composure. + +Then, with a wide grin, he stepped forward, leaving the nobles behind. + +"Max, you came!" Aelric greeted, his voice carrying a mixture of relief and excitement. + +Max met his gaze, grinning slightly. + +"Of course, I would come." + +His tone was casual, confident—as if the rumors of his death had never existed. + +"After all, I made a promise to you, didn't I?" Max added with a smirk. "So I had to come at all costs." + +Aelric chuckled. "Good. I was hoping you would." + +Without wasting another second, he extended his hand. + +Max gripped it firmly, and they shook hands in greeting— + +A gesture of mutual respect between two powerful geniuses. + +Then, Aelric clapped Max on the back, his smile widening. + +"Let's go. I'll show you around." + +Without another word, Aelric turned on his heels, leading Max into the Grand Chamber without hesitation. + +Ignoring the nobles. + +Ignoring the other guests. + +Ignoring everything else— + +Because at this moment, Max Morgan was the center of his attention. + +Princess Aveline, however, was less amused. + +As she watched her brother walk off without a second glance, she narrowed her eyes. + +Her hands clenched at her sides. + +Her smile twitched slightly. + +Then, with a deep exhale, she turned back toward the entrance— + +And continued welcoming guests. + +But in her heart, she was already planning revenge for Aelric leaving her alone. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-288.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-288.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b800466 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-288.md @@ -0,0 +1,304 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 288: Meeting Amelia and Revenna" +slug: "ch-288" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 288 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1258 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Crown Prince Aelric led Max through the grand halls of the Sun Palace, personally giving him a tour. + +The two walked side by side, laughing and talking, their conversation easy and natural—as if they were old friends. + +Aelric proudly showed off every corner of the palace, from its towering golden spires to the serene inner gardens and ancient relic halls. + +The palace was a monument to power, a testament to the might of the Western Kingdom. + +And yet—Max remained unfazed. + +No matter how awe-inspiring the architecture, no matter how extravagant the wealth displayed, his expression never wavered. + +As if all of this was simply expected. + +Aelric noticed. + +And it only made him more curious about Max. + +But before he could pry deeper, they finally returned to the Grand Chamber. + +And the moment they stepped inside— + +Chaos ensued. + +A wave of shock rippled through the crowd. + +Whispers erupted like wildfire. + +Gasps of disbelief spread from one end of the chamber to the other. + +--- + +"Wait… is that Max Morgan?!" + +"That can't be right! Wasn't he assassinated?!" + +"No, no! I heard he was taken by the Black Lotus Guild! But… what is he doing here?! With Crown Prince Aelric?!" + +"Impossible! He's standing next to Aelric like nothing even happened!" + +--- + +Some guests stood frozen, as if seeing a phantom. + +Others leaned closer, their curiosity piqued. + +But every single one of them stared at Max with expressions ranging from disbelief to awe to pure confusion. + +--- + +"I don't understand. Isn't he supposed to be a traitor to the Phoenix Order?" + +"Then why is he being treated like an honored guest?" + +"Could it be that the Western Kingdom has taken him in?" + +Max listened to them and ignored them right away. 'Man, they always talk about something.' + +As the whispers continued to spread throughout the Grand Chamber, a small group of figures made their way toward Max and Aelric. + +Max recognized them immediately. + +Amelia. Revenna. Mad Sword Jack. + +Three of the many geniuses of the Valora Continent. + +Before Max could even say anything, Jack's eyes blazed with unrestrained battle intent. + +He took a step forward, his presence thick with confidence. + +"Let's fight, Max." + +His voice was filled with determination, excitement—even hunger. + +"I've entered the Seeker Rank. You're still in the Apprentice Rank. I think I can defeat you now." + +His aura flared, sending a faint pressure in Max's direction. + +But— + +Max merely raised a brow. + +Then, with a smirk, he leaned forward, bringing his lips close to Jack's ear. + +His voice dropped into a low whisper. + +"I'm very sure I just caught your attack with my bare hands a while ago." + +Jack blinked. + +His battle intent froze. + +Then—his expression shifted. + +First confusion. + +Then realization. + +And finally— + +Absolute shock. + +His eyes went wide, his breath hitched. + +"You—! You're the—" + +Before Jack could finish his sentence, Max quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. + +His smirk widened as he lowered his voice again. + +"Shhh… You don't want the whole palace to know, do you?" + +Jack's muffled voice struggled against Max's hand, but his eyes told the entire story. + +He had connected the dots. + +The masked warrior. + +The terrifying strength. + +The one who single-handedly humiliated the South's top geniuses. + +It was Max. + +Jack's entire worldview shattered in an instant. + +Amelia and Revenna exchanged glances, sensing something was off. + +Aelric, standing beside them, simply watched the interaction with an amused expression. + +Jack's eyes were still wide with disbelief, his entire body frozen with realization. + +His battle intent had completely vanished, replaced by pure shock. + +Just then, Crown Prince Aelric spoke calmly. + +"Jack, don't shout about it." + +Jack snapped his head toward Aelric. + +"You knew?" He asked, his voice almost accusatory. + +Aelric shook his head. + +"Nope." His answer was simple, but his tone was laced with amusement. + +Then, with a small smirk, he continued. + +"I was just as clueless as you all. But after seeing Max now, it wasn't difficult to connect the dots. The masked person was terrifyingly strong—but his aura wasn't. It was barely at peak Adept Rank. And yet, despite that, he was able to handle every single one of us with ease." + +His golden eyes gleamed as he looked at Amelia, Revenna, and Jack. + +"Think about it. How many individuals at peak Adept Rank have such combat strength?" + +A tense silence followed. + +Jack clenched his fists. + +Revenna narrowed her eyes. + +And then— + +Amelia let out a small chuckle. + +"That… I had suspected as well." + +Amelia spoke, her voice calm but thoughtful. + +She turned her gaze to Max, her sharp eyes sizing him up. + +"Though, I wasn't entirely sure of it until now." + +Max met her gaze with a smirk. + +Before he could respond, she continued—this time with a teasing glint in her eyes. + +"You look fine. I heard you were chased around like a dog by assassins from the Monarch." + +Max blinked. + +Then—he let out a dry chuckle. + +"What?! Where did you even hear that?" + +He shook his head, exasperation clear on his face. + +"I only heard rumors about being assassinated, but not about running like a dog!" + +A sneer crossed his face as he crossed his arms. + +"Instead, it was the assassins from the Monarch who were killed by me." + +His words carried weight. + +Aelric, Amelia, Revenna, and Jack exchanged glances. + +Max barely had a moment to process Amelia's teasing before Revenna's cold voice cut through the air. + +"I heard that you were chopped into pieces by the assassins." + +Her tone was flat, emotionless—but there was a subtle smirk hidden beneath it. + +She didn't stop there. + +"And after that, they fed you to the dogs." + +Max's entire face twitched. + +"What?!" He cried out, but his dry tone carried no true panic—only exasperation. + +At this point, he couldn't tell if Revenna was just messing with him or if the rumors had truly reached that level of absurdity. + +"Clearly, you guys are making this up… right?" His voice carried a hint of desperation. + +Aelric, standing beside him, chuckled softly. + +"Hehe, yes, they're messing with you." + +Max let out a deep sigh of relief— + +But Aelric wasn't finished. + +"However…" + +He gave Max a knowing look. + +"It is true that there were rumors about you being hunted by the assassins of the Monarch." + +Max blinked. + +Then snorted. + +"No, they were just too weak to be considered assassins." + +His words were casual, dismissive—completely unbothered. + +And that only added to the shock of those around him. + +The Monarch's assassins—one of the most feared forces in the Lower Domain— + +Too weak? + +The way Max spoke made it sound like they were mere bugs. + +Max then turned his gaze to Revenna, Amelia, and Jack, offering them a small grin. + +"By the way, it's nice to see you all." + +It was a simple statement, spoken with genuine sincerity. + +But— + +"If you feel nice, then let's fight." + +Revenna's cold challenge came immediately. + +Max visibly twitched. + +His hands went up in surrender. + +"Let's not talk about fights anymore, okay?" + +He sighed, internally wondering if these people had some loose screws. + +Why were they always looking for a fight?! + +It was like they couldn't function properly unless they were throwing punches. + +Amelia, however, remained calm. + +Her sharp, intelligent eyes studied Max closely. + +Then, she finally spoke. + +"So… what actually happened?" + +Max met her gaze. + +"What do you mean?" + +"I mean your betrayal." + +Her tone was direct, blunt. + +"We only heard that you betrayed the Phoenix Order Guild—but nothing was ever explained." + +Max's expression darkened slightly. + +The laughter and joking atmosphere from earlier? + +Gone. + +Because this… this was the question he knew would come eventually. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-289.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-289.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..670e917 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-289.md @@ -0,0 +1,324 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 289: Start of the Banquet" +slug: "ch-289" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 289 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max felt the weight of their gazes—Aelric, Amelia, Revenna, and Jack—all waiting for an explanation. + +For the truth. + +But he only shrugged. + +"Honestly, I don't know either." + +It was the truth—at least partially. + +His "betrayal" had been declared for him, not by him. + +He never chose to turn against the Phoenix Order Guild. + +Yet, here he was—labeled as a traitor. + +Aelric studied him for a moment, then patted his shoulder lightly. + +"Well, don't think too much about it." + +His voice carried genuine warmth. + +"Whatever happened, you're my friend, and you're always welcome here." + +Max met his gaze. + +There was no doubt, no hesitation in Aelric's words. + +A small smile touched Max's lips. + +"Thanks." + +Just as the conversation settled, a new wave of whispers spread through the Grand Chamber. + +It started as a ripple, quiet murmurs spreading like wildfire— + +Then, it exploded into hushed awe. + +"Look, the top five guilds, the four super families… they're all arriving together." + +"They're being led by the King himself." + +Max's eyes shifted toward the entrance. + +And what he saw— + +Was power. + +The large golden doors of the Grand Chamber opened wide, revealing a procession of powerful figures. + +Groups of men and women, some Max recognized, some he didn't. + +They moved with absolute authority, each step exuding confidence. + +And at the very front of them— + +Was a man who stole the presence of the entire room. + +A middle-aged man, his golden hair flowing past his shoulders like a lion's mane, led the entire procession. + +His aura was overwhelming—an invisible force of dominance radiating from him. + +Just standing there, he felt like the sun itself—a force of unshakable power. + +Magnar Dragomir. + +The King of the West. + +The man who had single-handedly united the entire Western Region under his command. + +He ruled not just with strength, but with absolute authority. + +And now— + +He had arrived. + +As Magnar Dragomir strode into the Grand Chamber, Max felt something stir deep within him. + +It wasn't just the overwhelming aura of the man— + +No, it was something else. + +Something familiar. + +Something ancient. + +And then it hit him— + +A bloodline pressure. + +It was faint, barely noticeable, and yet—Max recognized it immediately. + +'This is… some kind of Dragon Bloodline.' + +His thoughts sharpened, his gaze subtly locking onto the King. + +It made sense. + +A ruler as powerful as Magnar Dragomir—someone who united an entire region— + +Would have a bloodline beyond normal humans. + +'So, the Royal Family of the West possesses a Royal Dragon Bloodline…?' + +It was a logical conclusion. + +But then—Max's gaze shifted. + +He turned to Aelric, studying him closely. + +And the more he thought about it— + +The more something felt off. + +Aelric was the Crown Prince. + +The direct son of the King of the West. + +Which meant—he should have the same bloodline. + +And yet— + +Max had never sensed even a trace of it from him. + +No dragonic pressure. + +No hidden aura. + +Nothing. + +'That's strange.' + +Max's mind worked quickly, piecing together possibilities. + +There was only one logical explanation— + +'Maybe… his bloodline is like Alice's. + +Dormant. + +Unawakened.' + +It was the only thing that made sense. + +And if that was true, then— + +'There's more to Aelric than meets the eye.' + +Max glanced at him again, curiosity burning in his chest. + +Because if Aelric's bloodline truly hadn't awakened yet… + +Then when it finally did— + +What kind of power would he unlock? + +As Max stood there, contemplating Aelric's mysterious bloodline, a sudden chill crawled up his spine. + +A presence. + +A sharp, unmistakable killing intent locked onto him— + +Cold. Calculated. Focused solely on him. + +His instincts flared, his body automatically tensing as his senses expanded. + +'Who…?' + +His first thought— + +Aurelia. + +She was the one who had tried to kill him before. + +But when his gaze swept across the Grand Chamber, searching for her figure… + +He didn't find her. + +Instead— + +His eyes landed on a group of figures standing in the shadows, near the corner of the hall. + +A group of black-robed individuals stood silently, watching the gathering from a distance. + +Their attire—dark, heavy cloaks with hoods covering their faces— + +Was eerily similar to the Black Lotus Guild. + +But Max knew immediately. + +They weren't from Black Lotus. + +They were from the Monarch. + +The assassins. The shadows. + +The ones who had hunted him relentlessly. + +And now—they were here. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +'They were also invited?' + +At first, it shocked him. + +Why would the West invite a power like the Monarch? + +But after thinking about it, it made sense. + +'They are currently the strongest power on the continent.' + +Even if they were ruthless—even if they were feared and despised— + +Their power was undeniable. + +And in a gathering like this, where all the major forces had assembled— + +The Monarch's presence meant only one thing. + +They weren't here just as guests. + +They were here to remind everyone who truly ruled from the shadows. + +And judging by the killing intent locked onto him— + +They had noticed him too. + +Just as the tension thickened, an explosive laugh shattered the weight in the air. + +"Hahaha! Magnar, how have you been?" + +The voice was bold, unrestrained, carrying an undeniable air of confidence. + +Max's gaze snapped toward the entrance, his curiosity piqued— + +And then, a knowing smile spread across his face. + +He recognized them instantly. + +A group of new arrivals strode into the Grand Chamber, their movements unhurried, yet commanding absolute attention. + +At the very front stood a tall, rugged man—his hair a mix of dark and deep red, his sharp red eyes carrying a depth of wisdom and battle-hardened experience. + +Envoy Lucas. + +Behind him were several individuals, each exuding a powerful aura, dressed in distinctive uniforms not belonging to any faction in Valora Continent. + +They were from the Lost Continent. + +A force unlike any other. + +And seeing them— + +King Magnar's face immediately brightened. + +"Lucas, I was just waiting for you!" + +His deep laughter rumbled as he strode forward, arms open— + +The two men embraced like old friends, slapping each other's backs with camaraderie. + +Max observed them closely, a light frown forming on his face. + +He had known about Envoy Lucas for a long time. + +But he never realized— + +The Envoy and the King of the West were this close. + +'This isn't just a casual meeting.' + +Their familiarity wasn't something built in a day. + +Then it clicked. + +Every three years, an Envoy from the Lost Continent visited Valora. + +Their primary purpose? + +To oversee the transfer of Valora's top geniuses—guiding them toward greater opportunities beyond this continent to the Lost Continent. + +While different Envoys had taken on this role over the past century— + +Lucas had remained a permanent one for Valora Continent for the past few decades. + +Meaning, he had spent decades returning to this land— + +And every single time, he always arrived around the same period. + +King Magnar's birthday. + +It wasn't just coincidence. + +It was tradition. + +A natural bond formed through years of shared meetings, diplomacy, and mutual respect. + +'Of course, they'd know each other well.' + +This meant something else— + +If Lucas and Magnar were this close… then the Lost Continent had more influence in the West than anyone realized. + +Just then— + +"Let's celebrate today!" + +King Magnar's deep, booming laughter echoed through the chamber, his powerful voice commanding attention. + +"Everyone, on the occasion of my 53rd birthday, let's eat and drink to our hearts' content!" + +The moment those words left his lips— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-29.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-29.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..657e607 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-29.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 29: A Wager" +slug: "ch-29" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 29 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Everything inside the cave is what we obtained through our own strength," Amy said confidently, or at least she tried to sound confident. "Why should we give them to you?" + +Max shrugged. "Because I also had my eyes on the cave, but you two used some sort of invisible treasure item to get inside while I could only wait." + +Alice sneered. "Just because of that, you want us to give you a part of whatever we obtained in the cave?" + +Max nodded and smiled. "Exactly. Also, because you two seem pretty well-off, judging by the grand entrance you made outside." He had seen them arrive on a flying beast—an exceedingly rare mode of transportation, usually accessible only to the wealthy or those from prominent families. + +Alice narrowed her eyes and looked at Max strangely. "Are you seriously trying to rob hunters from the Phoenix Order?" + +"Phoenix Order?" Max froze, stunned. He hadn't expected they were from the Phoenix Order guild. 'Damn, this just makes things much more complicated.' + +"What? Are you trembling in fear now?" Alice chuckled, seeing the drastic change in Max's expression. It confirmed that he didn't belong to any other guild, dispelling any doubts about Max being an assassin sent to kill them. + +Max frowned. On one hand, he couldn't afford to offend the Phoenix Order guild because the only lead he had on his sister was from that guild. On the other hand, he couldn't let go of any treasures they had obtained. He had to at least get a share. + +"Look, I won't make things difficult for you since I also have intentions of joining the Phoenix Order guild," Max said softly. "But I really need some treasures because I couldn't find a single mana crystal in this damn forest. So, if we can come to an agreement, it will be better for both of us." + +Alice smiled at the sudden change in Max's tone. "Your suggestion is good, but you got one thing wrong," she said, smiling. + +"And what would that be?" he asked, grinning. + +Alice scoffed at Max's confident tone. "It's about your strength. Do you think you can stop us with your measly strength at level 4?" she said disdainfully, pointing at the level 9 lava serpent. "Even if you could somehow control the lava serpent, your chances are less than 1%." + +Max sighed. He had expected to be looked down on with his current level of strength, but there was nothing he could do. However, that didn't mean he would let this opportunity slip by. + +"How about this?" Max suggested, his expression sly. "You attack me, and if I block your attack, you'll give me all the treasures you've obtained from the cave." + +Alice frowned at Max's words. She didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling about this. He was too confident for someone at level 4, making her suspicious about the suggestion. + +"Very well, but I have to tweak your suggestion a bit," she agreed, coming up with a plan. + +Max smiled. "I'm all ears." + +Alice nodded and said, "First of all, you will not use the level 9 lava serpent. And secondly, you will have to take three of my attacks head-on." + +Fearing he might decline her suggestion, she quickly added, "Don't worry though. Even if you get injured somehow, my friend here has a healing class. She can heal you to your peak. So, what do you say?" + +Max contemplated for a moment and nodded. "But I also want to add something." + +"What is it?" Alice asked curiously. + +Max smirked and said, "If I win this bet, not only will I get all the treasures you obtained from the cave, but you will also recommend me to the Phoenix Order guild." + +"That's it?" Alice was stunned. She had expected Max to want something more, like more treasures, but the recommendation to the guild was an easy task for her. + +Max nodded, seeing her surprised tone. Although recommending him wasn't a big deal for her, for him, it was an opportunity he couldn't let go. He had to seize every chance to enter the Phoenix Order guild. + +"Alright, then we have a deal," Alice smiled as she stepped back a little. + +Just then, her right hand began to blaze with crimson red flames, and in a moment, the flames coalesced into a red flaming arrow that floated above her hand. + +"Be ready. I'm about to attack," Alice warned Max. + +Max nodded and took out his sword, his hands trembling. He wouldn't lie—he was a bit excited to fight a human, especially someone from the Phoenix Order guild. + +Fighting monsters and battling humans were two entirely different experiences. Excelling at one didn't automatically guarantee proficiency in the other. + +However, those skilled in fighting humans often had a significant edge when facing monsters of the same level, as their adaptability and strategic thinking were already honed to a sharper degree. + +"Here it goes." Alice launched her flaming arrow. + +It flew toward Max, leaving behind a trail of red light and smoke.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Max stood his ground with his Three Dimensional Body skill active. Just as the arrow entered his attack range, Max made his move. + +He angled his sword downward to the right, slashing with precision to deflect the flaming arrow away. + +BANG! + +The arrow struck his sword and changed direction, hitting the ground to his right and erupting into a small explosion of red flames that lit up the area, leaving a scorch mark in its wake. + +'That was easy,' Max thought, turning his attention to Alice. He saw her wide eyes staring at him with pure astonishment. + +"What happened?" he asked, frowning. 'Is it really that strange for a level 4 to block attacks from a level 8?' he wondered. + +Alice didn't reply, her mind still reeling from the image of how Max had effortlessly deflected her arrow with his sword. It had been a fine sword flow that deflected her attack. + +Meanwhile, Amy was in even more shock than Alice. Only she knew that Alice's strength had always been a step above geniuses at the same level. Yet, her attack had been easily deflected by someone four levels below her. + +What did that mean? + +"How did you do that?" Alice asked, coming to her senses, though her expression was still one of shock and astonishment. She still couldn't believe that her attack had been so easily dealt with by a level 4. + +Max smiled mysteriously. "It's a secret." + +"Humph," Alice snorted. "Let's see if your secret can save you from two more of my attacks." From what she could tell, Max had managed to block her last attack because of his fine swordplay, but she didn't believe he could do the same for her next attack. + +She brought both her hands forward, which soon began to blaze with red flames. A moment later, six blazing red arrows floated above her two hands. + +Alice gazed at Max and warned, "If you can't handle these, just say so, and I will cancel my attacks." + +Max nodded at her, thinking she wasn't as bad as he had expected. + +"Go!" Alice unleashed six arrows in rapid succession. Each one streaked through the air like rockets fired from a launcher. They twisted and curved mid-flight, honing in on Max with deadly precision, their fiery trails painting streaks of light in the air. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-290.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-290.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9123e7b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-290.md @@ -0,0 +1,288 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 290: Significance of Mourning Depths" +slug: "ch-290" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 290 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1263 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A grand spectacle unfolded. + +From the golden ceiling above, hundreds of lavish tables descended gracefully, as if guided by invisible hands. + +Each table was overflowing with food— + +Glazed meat sizzling in rich sauces, exotic fruits glowing under golden light, finely aged wine in crystal glasses, steaming fresh bread, and rare delicacies from all over the Valora Continent. + +The aroma instantly filled the chamber, intoxicating even the most disciplined warriors. + +Max's eyes widened at the sight. + +'This is insane…' + +The sheer grandeur of it all— + +A feast so grand, it made even the royal banquets of Heaven City seem modest. + +King Magnar grinned, his arms open in an inviting gesture. + +"Everyone, I thank you for coming to my birthday!" + +"Enjoy this small banquet from my end!" + +His words were met with cheers as nobles, warriors, and cultivators alike began helping themselves to the feast, laughter and conversations filling the air. + +Amidst the celebration, Jack suddenly raised his glasses of wine— + +Three glasses at once. + +His eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned to Max and Aelric. + +"Let's drink! Max, Aelric—let's see who can drink the most!" + +Max paused, looking at Jack's overflowing excitement. + +Then, scratching his cheek, he said sheepishly— + +"Actually… I'm still a little underage." + +Silence. + +The group around him froze. + +Then— + +Realization dawned. + +They had been treating Max like one of their own, a peer, an equal in battle and presence.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +But hearing those words— + +They were suddenly reminded of the truth. + +Max… + +Was just a kid. + +He had awakened his class barely eight months ago— + +While the rest of them were already in their early twenties. + +"Shit, you're right," Aelric muttered, blinking. + +"Damn, how did I forget?" Amelia chuckled. + +Jack, however, was unfazed. + +"Bah! So what?! You've already killed more people than most veterans!" + +He shoved a glass towards Max. + +"What's a little wine going to do?!" + +Max sighed. 'I should've seen this coming…' + +Crown Prince Aelric smirked, his golden eyes gleaming mischievously. + +"I believe you can still drink," he teased. "Your strength is enough to handle a little wine." + +Max paused, considering his words. + +Then—he shook his head. + +"I prefer to enjoy tasty food rather than numbing my taste buds with alcohol." + +His eyes darted across the banquet table, searching—until he spotted a familiar figure. + +Alice. + +She stood among the Phoenix Order guild members, her presence radiant in her crimson dress. + +For a moment, their eyes met. + +Max winked at her lightly—just enough for her to notice. + +Alice's lips twitched into a subtle smile, but almost immediately, she recovered, her expression returning to its usual frosty demeanor. + +Max chuckled to himself and focused back on his food. + +"Wait!" + +Jack slammed his wine glass onto the table, gulping down the last drops before turning to Max with a glint in his eyes. + +"If you won't drink, then let's compete with food instead!" + +Before Max could respond— + +Jack had already grabbed a chunk of roasted beast meat, stuffing it into his mouth with an alarming intensity. + +Max, mid-bite, blinked. + +'Does this guy not know anything other than competitiveness?' + +Revenna, watching from the side, sighed dramatically. + +"You two eat like wild animals." + +Her gaze lingered on Jack, who was shoveling food into his mouth like a starving warrior fresh from battle. + +Max shrugged, unbothered. + +"Damn, the food here is indeed amazing," he mumbled between bites. + +And so— + +A different kind of battle unfolded. + +One where spoons clashed instead of swords. + +Just as Max savored the last bite of his meal, a chilling sensation crawled over his skin. + +A heavy stare pressed onto him. + +Max didn't need to guess—his Three Dimensional Body instantly pinpointed the source. + +Aurelia. + +She sat across the Grand Chamber, her piercing gaze locked onto him like daggers poised to strike. + +Even through the sea of laughter and clinking glasses, the tension between them sizzled like lightning in a storm. + +But Max? + +He pretended not to notice. + +Instead, he calmly wiped his mouth, ignoring her seething presence, and continued eating. + +The feast continued for quite some time— + +Guests laughed, talked, and indulged in the best delicacies of the West. + +At the high table, the various leaders of the continent gathered, discussing serious matters even as they enjoyed their meal. + +It was an atmosphere of celebration—one where alliances were strengthened, tensions were subtly tested, and unspoken rivalries brewed beneath the surface. + +"Burp! I am full." + +Max leaned back in his chair, stretching as he turned toward Revenna. + +"Only you came from the North?" + +Revenna's calm, ice-blue eyes regarded him with quiet intensity. + +"Do you prefer me," she asked smoothly, "or the Witch of the North to attend this banquet?" + +Max chuckled, immediately understanding what she meant. + +"Of course, I prefer you." + +His response was instant, without hesitation. + +He had heard of the Witch of the North— + +A woman shrouded in mystery and fear, known to be possibly the strongest individual in Valora Continent, even above King Magnar—excluding, of course, the Young Monarch. + +But more than her power— + +It was her cruelty that made her name legendary. + +A force so feared that even the most reckless warriors dared not speak her name lightly. + +Revenna smirked. + +For a brief moment, something almost amused flickered in her usually cold gaze. + +"Good answer." + +Max simply grinned. + +As the banquet wound down, laughter and chatter softened into quiet conversations. Connections had been made, alliances strengthened, and rivalries subtly reignited. + +The guests began preparing to leave—some satisfied, some scheming for what was to come. + +However— + +Just before anyone could step out, King Magnar's voice thundered across the Grand Chamber. + +"Everyone!" + +The room froze. + +All eyes turned toward him. + +The King of the West stood tall, his golden mane-like hair giving him a lion-like presence beneath the grand chandeliers. + +"As you all know, the Mourning Depths will erupt once again this year." + +A hushed murmur spread through the crowd. + +Max noted the shift in atmosphere. + +Many of the guests—who had been laughing and drinking just moments ago—suddenly had serious and calculating expressions. + +"Like every three years," King Magnar continued, "I, alongside Envoy Lucas, will personally lead an exploration team into the Mourning Depths." + +His golden eyes scanned the room, lingering on the top figures from various regions. + +"Those who wish to join may do so. As always, we recognize the significance of the Mourning Depths—not just for individuals, but for entire organizations." + +Max frowned. + +'Significance?' + +That word stuck with him. + +He understood that the Mourning Depths was dangerous—a forbidden zone that erupted only once every three years. But up until now, he had assumed that the main reason for exploring it was— + +Treasure. + +And yet… + +The way King Magnar spoke. + +The way everyone reacted. + +The tension. The weight in the air. + +Max's instincts screamed at him. + +'There's more to this than just treasure.' + +He scanned the crowd, watching their faces. + +The leaders of major factions, the leaders of the different regions, even the Monarch's representatives— + +All of them were invested. + +Not just interested. + +Invested. + +And that was very different. + +"For those willing to join the exploration," King Magnar concluded, "assemble at the entrance of the Mourning Depths in two days." + +With that— + +The banquet officially ended. + +Max sat still for a moment, letting his thoughts turn over. + +'Why is the Mourning Depths so important?' + +Max had known powerful artifacts could be found there. That was expected. + +But this? + +This was something else entirely. + +His instincts told him— + +The Mourning Depths wasn't just a battleground for fortune seekers. + +It was a stage. + +One where the true giants of the world moved pieces in a game much bigger than anyone realized. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-291.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-291.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf82391 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-291.md @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 291: Must for Seeker Rank" +slug: "ch-291" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 291 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1291 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Murmurs spread like wildfire across the Grand Chamber as King Magnar's words settled over the gathered guests. + +For some—there was excitement. + +The Mourning Depths held immense value for those who could survive it. + +For others—there was hesitation. + +Despite the tempting rewards, the Mourning Depths wasn't a place for the weak or the reckless. + +The mortality rate? + +Above 80%. + +For every ten who entered, only two ever returned. + +'Death is constant there.' + +That was the reason behind its name—Mourning Depths. + +A place where ambition and greed led to inevitable loss. + +The Grand Chamber slowly emptied as guests began leaving. Discussions of alliances and preparations filled the air as the banquet officially ended. + +Max remained still, deep in thought—until Aelric suddenly spoke. + +"Max, you will join the exploration group, right?" + +Max nodded. + +"I will." + +Then he turned to Aelric and the others. + +"Are you guys joining too?" + +Crown Prince Aelric nodded. + +"We are." + +His voice was firm. Unwavering. + +"We have to." + +Max frowned. + +"Have to?" + +There was something off about the way Aelric said that. + +"Why is that?" + +Aelric's sharp gaze locked onto Max as he spoke, his voice calm yet firm. + +"You have no idea what is inside the Mourning Depths." + +His words carried a weight that Max couldn't ignore. + +"There are dangers—grave dangers—enough to kill even peak Expert Rank cultivators. Yet, the allure of that place is greater than its risks." + +Max raised a brow. + +'It seems they know the benefits of the Mourning Depths.' + +He had assumed that the place was a death trap, but Aelric's tone suggested something far more valuable lay within. + +That meant one thing—every major power was after it. + +Just then, Revenna's icy voice cut through the air. + +"Did you think I just came here for Uncle Magnar's birthday?" + +Max turned his attention to her, seeing the seriousness in her deep, chilling eyes. + +She wasn't here for simple celebrations. + +He understood immediately. + +"So you came here for the Mourning Depths too." + +Revenna nodded, crossing her arms. + +"The eruption of the Mourning Depths happens at the same time as Uncle's birthday every three years. That's why I arrived early—so I could celebrate his birthday and prepare for the expedition." + +Her words confirmed it. + +The Mourning Depths wasn't just a random forbidden zone—it was a place of tremendous importance. + +A place that even the royal family and the top geniuses of Valora Continent couldn't ignore. + +Max narrowed his eyes, his thoughts spinning. + +'What exactly is inside the Mourning Depths?' + +Amelia crossed her arms and spoke firmly, her expression unreadable. + +"Out of all the power ranks, the Mourning Depths is most important to the Seeker Rank. Max, you better prepare yourself. No one can predict what might happen inside." + +Her words carried a weight that made Max pause. + +'So the Mourning Depths holds something crucial for Seekers?' + +That was interesting. + +Most forbidden places benefited higher-ranked cultivators, but this one… was different. + +'Could it be a trial? A gateway? Or something even more mysterious?' + +Max pondered for a moment before turning to Aelric. + +"Your father and Envoy Lucas are leading the exploration, right?" + +Aelric chuckled, scratching his cheek. + +"Man, you really know nothing about the Mourning Depths, do you?" + +Max felt a tinge of embarrassment creep up his face. + +He had spent four months straight training in the Hidden City of the Black Lotus Guild. Instead of gathering intelligence, he had locked himself away, focusing solely on increasing his power. + +'Damn, I should've studied more about this place.' + +Aelric, noticing his expression, grinned but continued. + +"Yes, my father and Envoy Lucas are leading the expedition… but they aren't the only ones." + +Max's brows furrowed slightly. + +"What do you mean?" + +Aelric's smile faded, replaced by a serious look. + +"The situation in the Mourning Depths is far more complicated than you or I can imagine. Every major force in the Lower Domain has its eyes on it." + +He looked around as if checking their surroundings before adding in a low voice. + +"The truth is, even my father and Envoy Lucas don't have complete control over what happens in the Mourning Depths." + +Max's eyes narrowed at that revelation. + +'So, there are other forces involved. But who?' + +'What's really inside that place?' + +Aelric sighed, shaking his head. + +"All we can do is prepare ourselves for what we may encounter there. The rest… lies in the hands of the senior experts." + +Max nodded in understanding, his mind already shifting gears. There was too much he didn't know—too many unknowns surrounding the Mourning Depths. + +It was more than just a forbidden land filled with treasures. If it was merely about rare resources, it wouldn't attract this much attention from all the major powers of the continent, nor would someone like Envoy Lucas personally oversee the expedition. + +He thought for a moment before exhaling softly. There was no point overthinking it now. He needed facts, not assumptions. + +With that in mind, he turned his attention back to the group in front of him. "Alright, let's meet again in two days. I have some research to do." + +Crown Prince Aelric nodded, a faint smirk on his lips. "We'll be waiting. Try not to dig yourself too deep into trouble before then." + +Amelia gave a small wave, her sharp eyes still studying him, as if she was memorizing his every movement. + +Revenna, ever the cold presence, simply locked gazes with him, saying nothing, but the intensity in her eyes was enough of a response. + +"Hehe, prepare yourself Max, we might fight side by side in the Mourning Depths." Jack said smiling. + +Max chuckled inwardly. That was just how she was. + +With a final nod, he turned on his heel and walked away, blending into the waves of guests slowly making their way out of the Grand Chamber. + +--- + +The night air was crisp as he stepped outside, carrying a refreshing coolness that contrasted against the lingering warmth of the banquet hall. + +The palace grounds were alive with soft, golden lights, illuminating the wide pathways and majestic architecture. + +The towering pavilions and archways, adorned with intricate carvings, cast long shadows under the moonlight. + +Max moved with purpose, his gaze distant as his thoughts swirled. + +The Mourning Depths had always been labeled a forbidden zone, a place where even the strongest of warriors tread with caution. The fact that its periodic eruption aligned with King Magnar's birthday couldn't be a coincidence.\\ + +There was a pattern to this—something hidden beneath the surface. + +'What else is buried there?' + +The treasures? The ruins? The dangers? What was it that made all of Valora Continent's top forces gather for this single event? + +Max frowned. 'The Extranet never had the full story. They always filter the important details.' + +Information in the Lower Domain was never truly free. There were always secrets—knowledge hoarded by the powerful, leaving only half-truths and speculations for everyone else. + +The Black Lotus Guild had its own intelligence network, but he was simply ignorant to look for it previously. + +Still, if even people like King Magnar, Envoy Lucas, and the leaders of the Four Super Families were personally involved, it meant that whatever lay in the Mourning Depths was far more important than just resources or ancient artifacts. + +There had to be something deeper—something 'critical'. + +He clicked his tongue, irritation flickering through him. He hated being kept in the dark. + +Max's mind was still running through everything he had learned about the Mourning Depths when he stepped into the mansion. + +He recalled what Crown Prince Aelric had told him—how the Mourning Depths, despite being just one of many forbidden zones in the Lower Domain, was 'the' most important among them. + +But before he could process it further, his gaze landed on Klaus, Callie, Carl, and Nick—all standing near the entrance, their faces unreadable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-292.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-292.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ab636a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-292.md @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 292: Branch of the Black Lotus Guild" +slug: "ch-292" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 292 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1242 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You're here. Good." Klaus was the first to speak, his voice carrying a hint of urgency. His arms were crossed, his usual smirk absent. + +Max frowned, sensing something off. "What's going on?" + +"Pack your things." Klaus gestured toward him, a small grin creeping onto his lips. "We're leaving." + +Max's brows furrowed. "Leaving? 'Where to?'" + +Klaus let out a short chuckle. "Anywhere we won't be hunted down." + +Max stared at him for a second before his expression relaxed. 'So, they've finally caught wind of something.' + +It wasn't a surprising development. + +The Black Lotus Guild was always a step ahead when it came to intelligence gathering. If Klaus was saying they needed to leave, then something was definitely coming their way. + +"Alright." Max nodded, accepting the decision. He had questions—many questions—but first, they needed to move. "Then let's go. I have a lot I need to ask you all." + +Klaus's grin widened, but his eyes remained sharp. "I figured as much. But first, we need to leave the Sun Palace before certain… 'individuals' come knocking at our door." + +With that, he turned, leading the group toward the exit of the mansion. + +Max wasted no time. He swiftly entered his room, grabbing only the essentials. + +With practiced ease, he donned his black hoodie and pulled over his featureless white mask—a simple but effective disguise that would allow him to blend into the shadows. + +As he adjusted his mask, he took a final glance around the dimly lit room before leaving and following others. + +***𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +Beneath the surface of the West Region, in a place concealed from the eyes of the world, a small city thrived in the shadows. + +This city, while not as vast as the Sun Palace, possessed a mysterious aura that far exceeded its grandeur. The air was thick with secrecy, and every corner seemed to whisper the weight of unseen power. + +It was the Hidden City—the concealed stronghold of the Black Lotus Guild's branch in the West Region. + +Unlike its Main Branch in the East, which was a true fortress of unparalleled strength, this city was more compact, more discreet, yet it still held enough influence to shake the balance of power in the West. + +The major difference between the Main Branch and its Western counterpart was not only size but also the absence of the Inheritance Tower—the sacred structure that contained the bloodline inheritance of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. + +The Main Branch's Hidden City had access to this ancient structure, a legacy that had shaped countless generations of the guild's strongest warriors. + +Yet despite this, the branch members had still undergone the same bloodline evolution that had shaken the Black Lotus Guild to its very core. + +It had happened on the same day as in the Main Branch—when Max had stepped into the Inheritance Tower, unleashing an event that no one had foreseen. + +The moment his bloodline was recognized by the Inheritance Tower, a transformation had swept through every member of the Black Lotus Guild, regardless of location. + +Those in the Main Branch had first felt it—a surge of unstoppable power, a strengthening of their bloodline, an undeniable connection to the very source of their lineage. Their bodies had glowed with a gentle white light, marking their ascent to a higher level of existence. + +But the shock came when the same thing happened across all branches. + +The members of the Hidden City in the West Region also experienced the same evolution. + +Their bloodlines surged, their power increased, and their connection to the source deepened. It was as if Max's bloodline had sent out a command to the entire network of Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodlines, forcing them to evolve, whether they were worthy or not. + +For the first time in history, a single individual had caused a guild-wide evolution—an event so impossible that even the Old Saintess and the Progenitor of the Black Lotus Guild had been left speechless. + +It was no longer a coincidence. + +It was destiny. + +The branch members of the West Region now stood on equal ground with their Main Branch counterparts, at least in terms of bloodline purity and potential. + +How did it happen? + +How did a single event in the Inheritance Tower cause the entire Black Lotus Guild, across every region, every branch, every hidden city, to experience a simultaneous bloodline evolution? + +The answer lay in the foundation of the Black Lotus Guild itself—in the way its members awakened their bloodline. + +Unlike other factions that inherited their lineages through birth alone, the Black Lotus Guild's bloodline was different. + +It was something that needed to be awakened, something that required a connection to one singular entity—the Inheritance Tower. + +For centuries, every member of the Black Lotus Guild, regardless of their birthplace, had undergone the same sacred rite of passage. They had to journey to the Main Branch—to the Hidden City in the East Region, where the only Inheritance Tower stood. + +It was within this tower that their dormant bloodlines were activated, that the power of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline surged through them for the first time. + +It was a tradition, but more than that, it was a necessity. + +Without the Inheritance Tower, no one could awaken the bloodline. + +But there was a side effect to this process, something that no one had ever considered before. + +When the bloodline of a member was awakened, it didn't just exist within them. + +It remained linked—forever bound—to the very source of its awakening. + +The Inheritance Tower wasn't just an ancient relic or a sacred monument. + +It was the center of a vast, invisible web. + +Every person who underwent bloodline awakening through the tower was not just given power, but also unknowingly connected to it. + +Like an intricate network of threads, every member—whether from the Main Branch or one of the many branches scattered across Valora Continent—had their bloodline tethered to the tower. + +It had always been this way. + +Yet, no one had ever thought about what would happen if something unprecedented occurred within the tower. + +And then, Max appeared. + +The moment Max stepped into the Inheritance Tower, something changed. + +His bloodline was authenticated—not just recognized, but acknowledged by the very foundation of the tower. + +It reacted. + +The tower, which had stood silent for eons, suddenly awakened, as if responding to something far beyond its own understanding. It wasn't just the power of a Saintess Bloodline, nor was it the might of a Progenitor Bloodline. + +It was something greater. + +Something the Inheritance Tower had never seen before. + +Something that shouldn't even exist. + +And yet, it did. + +The Source Bloodline. + +The moment Max's bloodline came into contact with the Inheritance Tower, the very foundation of the Black Lotus Guild shook. + +It didn't just affect him. + +It didn't just affect those present in the Main Branch. + +Because the Inheritance Tower was connected to every single bloodline that had ever been awakened through it, the evolution Max triggered didn't stay confined to one place. + +Like a chain reaction, it spread. + +It traveled through the invisible web of connections, reaching every single member of the Black Lotus Guild, no matter where they were in the world. + +At least in the Lower Domain. + +In the Hidden City of the Main Branch, in the small outposts scattered across the continent, in the Western Hidden City, and even in distant regions where the Black Lotus had long-established footholds—every single person linked to the Inheritance Tower found their bloodline evolving. + +It was impossible. + +It was unprecedented. + +But it happened. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-293.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-293.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..227eb3f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-293.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 293: Divine Palace" +slug: "ch-293" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 293 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1332 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +At that moment, something terrifying became clear. + +Max's bloodline was not just powerful. + +It was dominant. + +It was absolute. + +Not only did it possess the ability to awaken itself without needing the Inheritance Tower, but it also had the power to force evolution upon others, to change and strengthen an entire bloodline across a continent with a single touch. + +He hadn't simply triggered an evolution. + +He had ascended an entire guild to a new level. + +Even the Old Saintess, one of the most powerful figures of the Black Lotus Guild, had found her own Saintess Bloodline evolving into that of a Progenitor—something that was supposed to be impossible. + +If Max's bloodline could do that to an entire guild, then what else was it capable of? + +"This is the Western Branch of the Black Lotus Guild," Klaus said as they stepped into the city's heart, their arrival immediately drawing the attention of several robed figures lurking in the shadows. + +From the darkness, a middle-aged man with sharp features and greying hair stepped forward. The moment he saw Klaus, his eyes widened, and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. + +"I have seen Master Klaus!" His voice echoed through the underground halls, filled with unwavering respect. + +Klaus merely sighed, rubbing his temples. "Get up, Alvin. There's no need for that." + +The man—Alvin—rose, but the sheer reverence in his posture remained. His eyes darted toward the rest of the group, lingering for a second on Max, but he said nothing. Instead, he took a deep breath and spoke in a hushed, almost reverent tone. + +"Master Klaus... something happened four months ago. Something we still cannot explain." + +Klaus crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "Go on." + +Alvin's fingers curled into tight fists as though he were recalling an event that had completely shattered his understanding of reality. "Four months ago, every single member of the Black Lotus Guild in this branch—no matter their strength, no matter their status—experienced an evolution in their bloodline. It was instantaneous. One moment, we were the same as always. The next, our bodies were flooded with an overwhelming power." + +Max remained silent, his gaze sharp. 'So it reached all the branches, even here?' + +Alvin continued, his voice trembling slightly. "At first, we thought it was an attack. A curse. But then we realized—our bloodlines had not just strengthened. They had changed. The bloodline we once carried... it was gone. Replaced with something far superior." + +He looked directly at Klaus now, his voice lowering into a whisper. "Master Klaus, this was a miracle." + +Klaus exhaled through his nose, the corner of his lips twitching into a knowing smile. "I know." + +Max glanced at Klaus out of the corner of his eye. The old man looked way too calm about all of this. + +Alvin, however, wasn't done. "Ever since then, the power balance in the West Region has begun shifting. Our enemies sense something is different. Some fear us. Others want to challenge us. And then... there are those who wish to know the source of our evolution." + +Klaus nodded as though he had already anticipated this. "I see. That was to be expected." He then gestured toward Max, Callie, and the others. "Provide them with a place to stay. They are not to be disturbed." + +Alvin turned toward the group, finally addressing them directly. "Please, follow me." + +The group followed Alvin deeper into the underground city, walking through narrow alleyways lined with stone-carved buildings. The scent of burning incense filled the air, mingling with the ever-present dampness of being underground. + +Eventually, they arrived at a secluded section of the city. A small yet lavish villa sat atop an elevated platform, accessible by a single stone staircase. + +It was a traditional structure, blending both ancient architecture and modern cultivation aesthetics. The doors were made of dark wood, engraved with the Black Lotus insignia, and the walls were lined with intricate carvings of dragons and celestial beasts. + +Alvin gestured toward it. "This is where you all will be staying." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "This place looks too high-class for us." + +Alvin shook his head. "This is the Envoy's Villa—the resting place for those who come from the Main Branch of the Black Lotus Guild. It is only fitting that you stay here, as you are all envoys of the Main Branch." He then turned back to Klaus, his expression serious. "Shall we?" + +Klaus paused for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against his arm as he considered his next move. His gaze flickered with amusement before he finally spoke. + +"I'll be there in an hour or so," he said casually, stretching his shoulders. "Those old bones have already waited four months. I'm sure they can handle a little more." + +Alvin nodded without hesitation. "As you command, Master." With those words, he vanished into the shadows, his presence fading as if he had never been there. + +Klaus turned his attention back to Max and Callie, his expression unreadable. "Alright, let's go," he said. "I imagine the two of you have quite a few questions for me. I'll answer them—quickly." + +Max and Callie exchanged a glance, an unspoken agreement passing between them before they moved without hesitation, striding into the villa with a sense of urgency. + +Carl and Nick followed closely behind, their footsteps barely making a sound against the polished wooden floor. + +Klaus lingered for a moment, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he watched them disappear inside. + +Then, at his own unhurried pace, he made his way into the villa after them. + +*** + +The air in the villa was still. + +Max and Callie sat on opposite couches, their gazes locked onto Klaus. He sat in his chair like a king on his throne, one leg crossed over the other, fingers lazily scrolling through his holowatch. + +For a moment, silence stretched between them. + +Then— + +Klaus spoke, voice low and indifferent. "Ask." + +Callie didn't hesitate. "Will you be coming with us to the Mourning Depths?" + +Max shot her a glance. Strange question. + +Klaus finally looked up, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips. "Of course." He stretched, exhaling as if bored. "But I won't be with you kids." + +Max frowned. "You're coming too?" His voice sharpened. "I thought it was just me and Callie." + +Klaus chuckled, shaking his head. "You thought wrong." + +Then— + +He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, gaze locking onto Max. "There will be many teams entering the Mourning Depths. Each led by floor leaders of the Divine Palace." A pause. His voice dropped lower. "And then there's the special team—the one reserved for the peak experts of Valora Continent." + +Max stiffened. + +The Divine Palace? + +His lips parted slightly. His mind spun. + +"What is the Divine Palace?" His voice was steady, his tone curious. "And why haven't I heard of it before?" + +Klaus leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. + +"Divine Palace," he said, voice slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the weight of the words. "They're not from the Lower Domain." He let that sink in. "They hail from the Middle Domain—an organization that concerns itself only with the forbidden zones scattered across the Lower Domain. They don't interfere in wars, politics, or power struggles. If it doesn't involve a forbidden zone, they do not care." + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are they strong?" + +Klaus chuckled. A quiet, almost condescending sound. + +"Let's just say," he murmured, "that no power in the Lower Domain is foolish enough to mess with them." + +Max absorbed that information, filing it away. The Divine Palace wasn't just some overseer—they were something untouchable. + +But there was something far more pressing on his mind. + +"The Mourning Depths," he said, cutting straight to the point. "Why does everyone care so much about it? I take it this isn't just about treasures. There has to be something else—something big enough to lure experts from all over the Lower Domain, despite the insane dangers this place is known for." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-294.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-294.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57c07bb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-294.md @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 294: Bone Frame" +slug: "ch-294" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 294 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1233 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A pause. + +Callie turned to him, blinking. Then—shock. Pure, undiluted shock. + +"You… don't know?" + +Max shook his head. "I don't." + +Callie's expression turned into a slight sneer with a teasing smile. "Ignorant," she muttered, shaking her head. + +Max smiled wryly, unfazed, and turned back to Klaus. "So? Enlighten me." + +Klaus leaned back in his chair, his voice steady as he explained. "There are three main reasons why experts from all over the Lower Continent risk their lives to enter the Mourning Depths, despite its reputation as one of the most dangerous forbidden zones." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "The first is something called a Bone Frame—a treasure so rare that it can only be found in the Mourning Depths." + +Max frowned, the name unfamiliar to him. "Bone Frame? What exactly is that?" + +Klaus chuckled, shaking his head at Max's ignorance. "It's something every Seeker Rank expert needs. When you reach the Expert Rank, you'll start working with Concepts, but not just anyone can handle them. If your body isn't strong enough, if your bones don't have the necessary affinity, then you'll never advance. You'll be stuck, no matter how talented you are." + +He tapped the armrest of his chair. "That's where Bone Frames come in. They're special structures that integrate into your bones, refining them and making them attuned to Concepts. Without them, progressing through the Seeker Rank—and later into the Expert Rank—becomes nearly impossible." + +Max absorbed the information, his mind racing. So this is the third condition for unlocking the unique physique? + +He recalled the two conditions the system had already revealed to him. + +For months in the Dimension of Time back in the mansion of the Sun Palace, he had been trying to open the Gate of Life in his heart, but every attempt ended in failure. + +He tried over and over, but something was blocking him—something beyond just his physical limits. + +He had assumed he simply wasn't ready, but now, with what Klaus had just explained, things were starting to make sense. + +'Maybe this is what I was missing all along.' + +Normally, unlocking the Gate of Life was a straightforward process. + +One would simply take a medicinal pill—a Vital Blazing Pill—readily available in the market. A common yet powerful alchemical creation, designed for one purpose. + +To awaken an expert's raw physical power. + +Once consumed, the pill allowed the user to tap into their body's latent strength, granting control over every ounce of muscle, every fiber of power within them. + +With that mastery— + +They could force open the Gate of Life. + +A gateway leading directly to Vital Essence—the purest form of raw, physical strength. + +And the only way to access it? + +Through sheer physical force. + +Not mana. + +Not soul power. + +Only the body. + +It was a test of one's raw potential—one that thousands had undergone before. + +But Max— + +Max was not like the others. + +His strength wasn't ordinary. + +The Draconic Essences within him surged with power beyond human limits—wild, untamed, primal. Each essence alone carried enough force to annihilate a mountain, yet even that wasn't enough. + +Even with all that overwhelming strength… + +His Gate of Life refused to open. + +It wasn't a matter of control. + +It wasn't a matter of force. + +Something else was stopping him—something deeper, something fundamental. + +At the time, he had questioned himself. Wondered if he was making a mistake. If there was a flaw in his method. + +But now— + +Now, he understood. + +The pieces fell into place. + +It wasn't just about overwhelming the Gate of Life with raw power. That alone wasn't enough. + +At least not for him. + +There was another requirement. + +One that had eluded him until now. + +The Bone Frame. + +The hidden factor. + +The missing key. + +From what he had just learned, Bone Frames refined the very structure of the body, aligning the bones with Conceptual Energy, making them attuned to deeper powers. + +And the more he thought about it— + +The clearer the answer became. + +He would have to open the Gate of Life and refine his Bone Frame at the exact same time. + +Only by synchronizing both processes— + +Only by pushing his body to its absolute limit— + +Would he finally be able to break through. + +And that meant one thing. + +The Mourning Depths weren't just an opportunity. + +They were a necessity. + +At least for him. + +"As for what a Bone Frame actually is..." Klaus paused, his voice steady, calculated. "It's the remains of experts who have fallen in the Mourning Depths. Their bodies—left to decay in that wretched place—slowly condensed, corrupted by the infernal essence lurking in the depths." His gaze darkened. "And thus, Bone Frames were born." + +Max's expression didn't change, but his mind raced. So the Mourning Depths didn't just consume—it repurposed. Twisting the dead into something... else. + +He nodded, pushing forward. "What's the second thing?" + +Klaus smirked. There was something sharp in his eyes. "It's related to a domain." + +"A domain?!" + +Max's breath hitched. His fingers curled slightly. He hadn't expected this. The Mourning Depths—one of the most dangerous hellholes in the Lower Domain—held the key to comprehending a domain? + +Unbelievable. + +"The Mourning Depths is not just dangerous." Klaus spoke slowly, his voice carrying an edge. "It's… unnatural." + +Max and Callie listened, their expressions tense. + +"Its inner workings defy logic. The land itself rejects reason. The deeper you go, the more the world twists into something unrecognizable." + +Klaus's eyes gleamed, a mix of fascination and caution. "And at its core… there exists something far worse than the beasts, the traps, or even the corrupted land itself." + +A pause. + +"Infernal Energy." + +The words alone made the air feel heavier. + +Max frowned. Callie inhaled sharply. + +"This energy is not ordinary," Klaus continued. "It is born only through mass death. Not a hundred, not a thousand, but hundreds of thousands—experts of the Master Rank or maybe even Champion Rank—slaughtered in one place. Their souls don't move on. Their essence doesn't fade. Instead, it lingers. Festers. Transforms." + +His gaze sharpened. "It becomes something else." + +A deep breath. A slow exhale. + +"The Mourning Depths… is soaked in this energy." + +Max rowned deeply. + +"Infernal Energy is pure corruption. It eats away at mana. Devours Vital Essence. It doesn't just linger in the air—it seeps into the land, the water, even the corpses left behind. And from that corruption…" + +His voice turned colder. + +"Infernal Beings are born." + +Silence. + +Max's fingers twitched. Callie paled. + +Klaus didn't stop. "These things are not normal creatures. They are not undead, nor are they mere beasts. They are something else. Something… wrong." + +He let that sink in before finishing. + +"If you ever encounter one, there is only one outcome." + +His eyes met theirs. + +"Death." + +A long, suffocating silence followed. + +Max exhaled. His breath felt cold. + +They had known the Mourning Depths was dangerous. But this… + +This wasn't danger. + +This was death itself, waiting in the dark. + +"Death is certain but people still want to explore the Mourning Depths..." Max muttered lightly. + +Klaus smiled. "We are very greedy when it comes to power and all." + +He added. "Since ancient times, humans had forged their path from nothing to this stage against all the possible odds? How? Because we are all kinds of stubborn who refused accept what we are given... always looking for a way to transcend our current self." + +"But how does that relate to comprehending a domain?" Max asked. His voice was steady, but his mind raced. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-295.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-295.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5837236 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-295.md @@ -0,0 +1,276 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 295: Infernal Demon Tattoo" +slug: "ch-295" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 295 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1389 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Klaus smiled. Not a warm smile. A knowing one. The kind that carried weight. "Because the Mourning Depths is not just a land of death. It's a land of transformation." + +Max narrowed his eyes. "Transformation?" + +Klaus nodded. "There are different kinds of Infernal Beings in the depths. Some will kill you the moment you lay eyes on them. Others… might give you a chance." + +A pause. + +"If one can kill an Infernal Being, something happens." + +Max and Callie tensed. + +"The Infernal Energy within them doesn't simply vanish. It latches onto the killer. Imprints itself. And when it does…" + +Klaus raised his palm. His fingers flexed as if tracing something unseen. Just then a mark appeared on his palm lighting with dark red glow. + +"A mark appears. A black tattoo. We call it…" + +A flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. + +"Infernal Demon Tattoo." + +Max's breath slowed. His eyes fixed on the tattoo. + +Klaus continued, his voice deliberate. "These tattoos are not just symbols. They hold power. A force. A will of their own." + +"With them, a person can create a forcefield. A space where they can control Infernal Energy as their own." + +His lips curled. "We call this the Infernal Demon Forcefield." + +Max exhaled slowly. A forcefield, built from absorbed Infernal Energy? It sounded impossible. And yet—Klaus spoke with certainty. + +"But not all Infernal Demon Tattoos are the same," Klaus went on. "There are different levels. Some are weak. Some are strong. Their strength depends on the layers within the tattoo." + +His expression turned solemn. "The highest recorded level is twelve layers." + +Max frowned. "Twelve layers... Is that powerful?" + +Klaus shook his head. "No human has ever formed a twelve-layered Infernal Demon Tattoo." + +His voice dropped lower. "Because increasing the layers is no small feat. It requires more Infernal Beings. More kills. More Infernal Energy." + +He let that sink in before adding, "And that… is the problem." + +Silence. + +Then— "Killing them is the easy part." Klaus's gaze darkened. "The hard part? Surviving the encounter in the first place." + +A pause. A cold breath in the air. + +"Most people don't even realize what they're facing until it's too late. Before they can react…" + +A slow exhale. + +"They're dead." + +Max's fingers curled. + +And then Klaus delivered the final piece. + +"But legend says… a twelve-layered Infernal Demon Tattoo grants something beyond mere power." + +His eyes gleamed. + +"The ability to comprehend a domain." + +Max's heart pounded. + +"And not just any domain…" + +Klaus leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. + +"The Infernal Demon Domain." + +Max stood still, letting the weight of Klaus's words settle in. + +Everything made sense now. + +The Mourning Depths wasn't just a death trap. + +It was a battlefield of ambition. + +A place where legends had fallen. + +Where power still lingered. + +No wonder every major force in the Lower Domain had its eyes set on it. + +Then Klaus spoke again, a smile tugging at his lips. "The third reason is inheritance." + +Max's gaze sharpened. + +"The inheritance left behind by the experts who perished in the Mourning Depths." + +Klaus leaned back, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it. "You should already know this, but in the Lower Domain, our growth is... restricted. No one here has ever surpassed the peak of the Expert Rank." + +Max nodded. That much was common knowledge. + +Klaus continued. "But beyond Expert Rank, there are higher levels. Master Rank. Champion Rank. The true realms of power." + +A pause. + +"Yet, despite countless years passing, no one in the Lower Domain has ever broken through these shackles." + +Max frowned. "Why?" + +Klaus shrugged. "No one knows. It's a mystery. A restriction placed upon us for reasons beyond our understanding." + +Then his eyes darkened. "But here's the thing. Thousands of Masters and Champions have perished in the Mourning Depths. Their legacies didn't just vanish." + +Max inhaled sharply. + +"If they left behind their knowledge… their treasures… their inheritances… then that could be the key to breaking past the Expert Rank." + +Another pause. + +"That is why the strongest of the Lower Domain—leaders at the peak of the Expert Rank—are risking their lives for this place." + +His lips curled slightly. "That… and the Infernal Demon Tattoos." + +Max nodded, everything falling into place. All the queries he had in his head was answered. + +But then— + +A thought struck him. His body stiffened. + +Alice. + +She was coming too. + +His mind raced. Before, he had thought the Mourning Depths was just another dangerous expedition. But now? + +This was madness. + +He clenched his fists. She shouldn't be going. + +But he knew Alice. + +She wouldn't back down. + +Damn it. + +"It seems all your questions have been answered," Klaus said, standing up. His tone was light, but there was amusement in his eyes. "No need to overthink it. The Divine Palace's floor leaders are quite generous… they'll explain everything to you." + +His smirk deepened. "At least, what they want you to know." + +Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the door. + +"Alright. Prepare well, you two. I'll see you in two days." + +With that, he left. + +The room fell into silence. + +Max exhaled slowly, his mind still reeling. + +This was going to be much worse than he thought. + +"I'm going to try and reach Level 4 of Seeker Rank," Callie said, her gaze locked on Max. "You should focus on breaking through to Adept Rank." + +Max smiled wryly. "I will." + +She held his gaze for a moment, then turned and left without another word. + +Silence filled the room. + +Max leaned back on the couch, his thoughts drifting. + +'Freya mentioned there's an opportunity for me in the Mourning Depths…' + +His sister's words echoed in his mind. + +An opportunity. But what kind? + +The Mourning Depths held countless secrets. Ancient inheritances. Infernal Tattoos. The remnants of fallen legends. He just didn't know which one she was referring to. + +'No point dwelling on it. I have two days. I should focus on preparing. Myself… and my little army.' + +With that, Max stood up and left the room. + +Training Begins + +Their villa was large—more than enough space to train. The rooms were grand, the halls wide, and most importantly, the training chamber was massive. + +Max stepped inside. + +The air was still. Silent. + +Then— + +Whoosh! + +A sudden burst of energy filled the space. + +Twenty figures materialized before him. + +Twenty Earth Golems. + +Their bodies were a fusion of rock and magma, yet not entirely either. A perfect balance. That was why Max called them Earth Golems instead of something else. + +Each one stood just slightly taller than him, but their sheer width made them appear massive. + +Their heads? Giant slabs of rock, smooth yet imposing. + +Their bodies? A composition of shifting boulders, moving with unnatural fluidity. + +Their frames? Hulking masses of earth and molten veins, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. + +A small smirk tugged at Max's lips. + +The Power of His Army + +Max studied the twenty Earth Golems before him. Silent. Unmoving. Waiting for his command. + +Their strength matched his—at the peak of Apprentice Rank. + +But that wasn't enough. + +Not for the Mourning Depths. + +He placed a hand on his chin, his mind racing. 'They won't be able to fight the true threats inside. But… they don't need to.' + +A slow smirk formed. + +'They're perfect for diversions. For decoys. For controlling the battlefield.' + +That was enough for now. + +These past few months in the Hidden City of the East had been more than just personal training. + +He had worked relentlessly, perfecting his techniques. But more importantly— + +He had solved the problem of the Golems. + +Before, they had raw strength but lacked proper skills. Now? That weakness was gone. + +And with that, he had built this small army.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Twenty golems, all at the peak of Apprentice Rank. + +It was only the beginning. + +Max's gaze flickered. His fists clenched slightly. 'After my time in the Mourning Depths… I'll take this further and will study many different types of golems.' + +A Grand Vision + +He wasn't satisfied with just twenty. + +He wanted hundreds. Thousands. + +An unstoppable force under his command. + +Golems that could reshape battlefields. That could overwhelm enemies in sheer numbers. That could make him unstoppable. + +His blood burned at the thought. + +Yes, it would take time. Effort. Resources. + +But since when had time ever stopped him? + +A slow exhale. A determined glint in his eyes. + +"One step at a time." + +For now, the Mourning Depths awaited. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-296.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-296.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8efd48f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-296.md @@ -0,0 +1,354 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 296: Into the Divine Palace" +slug: "ch-296" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 296 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1486 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Final Preparations + +Max sat cross-legged in the training room. Eyes closed. Breath steady. + +Then—his mind drifted. + +A familiar pull. A shift in reality. + +The Dimension of Time. + +The world around him faded. A void stretched endlessly. Time slowed. Or rather, he moved beyond it. + +Here, minutes became hours. Hours became days. + +And he used every second. + +Polishing. Refining. Perfecting. + +His techniques sharpened. His skills became more fluid. Every movement, every ability—honed to its peak. + +But he didn't stay locked away. + +Every now and then, he pulled himself back to reality. + +Callie was preparing, too. And between training, they talked. About strategies. About the expedition. About things unrelated to battle—distractions to keep their minds from the weight of what lay ahead. + +Time moved fast. + +Before they knew it, two days had passed. + +Now—it was time. + +The Mourning Depths awaited. + +*** + +The West Region. + +At the farthest edge, where mountains met dense forests, stood a massive palace. + +Long. Towering. Seven floors high. + +A fortress of power. + +Outside, a crowd had gathered. + +Hundreds of figures. Geniuses at Seeker Rank. Warriors at Expert Rank. Even those at the very peak of Expert Rank stood among them. + +All waiting. All anticipating. + +Max stood among them, turning slightly toward Klaus. His featureless mask covered his face. His black hoodie concealed his identity. + +To the outsiders, he was just another member of the Black Lotus Guild. + +They didn't need to know the truth. + +His voice was calm. "Where is the entrance to the Mourning Depths?" + +Klaus smirked. "Closed, for now." + +Max raised a brow beneath his mask. "Closed?" + +Klaus nodded, voice relaxed. "The Mourning Depths erupted a few hours ago. The Divine Palace must have sealed all entrances by now." + +Max's eyes narrowed. "Erupted?" + +Klaus chuckled. "It's not just a place, Max. It's alive in its own way. Every time it erupts, Infernal Beings and other monsters from its deepest depths surface." + +His smile faded slightly. "And trust me, we don't want those things running wild." + +Max exhaled, understanding the situation. + +The Mourning Depths wasn't open all the time. + +It had to awaken. + +And during that awakening, it spewed out horrors no one wanted to face outside its cursed lands. + +"So," Max murmured, "one can only enter after an eruption?" + +Klaus's expression darkened, the casual amusement in his tone fading. "Yeah… and that's where the problem begins." + +Max listened, his gaze steady. + +"Since it just erupted, all the strongest Infernal Beings, monsters, and… worse things from its deepest depths have surfaced." + +His voice was grim. "Which means the very entrance is now the most dangerous part of the entire place." + +Max exhaled slowly. "So, before we even get inside… we have to push through the worst of it?" + +Klaus nodded. "Exactly." + +Max didn't ask anything else. He had enough to think about. + +Instead, his eyes moved across the crowd. + +Hundreds of powerful figures. Experts from all over Valora Continent. + +Seeker Ranks. Expert Ranks. Even some at the absolute peak of the Expert Rank. + +Every one of them here for the same thing. + +That's when he saw her. + +Alice. + +She stood among the Phoenix Order Guild, next to Aurelia. + +Max's fists clenched slightly. So she really came. + +He scanned further. + +The other four major guilds were here too. And alongside them— + +The Four Super Families of the East. + +Just then— + +VOOOO! + +A deep, resounding horn echoed across the landscape. + +The massive palace gates creaked open. + +The atmosphere shifted. + +The wait was over. + +Klaus didn't hesitate. "Let's go. We're heading to the entrance of the Mourning Depths." + +He stepped forward, leading the way. + +Max followed, Callie right beside him. + +All around them, the gathered warriors and geniuses surged forward, stepping into the Divine Palace. + +After another half-hour of walking, Klaus finally stopped. + +Before him stood a gate unlike anything Max had ever seen. + +Massive. Ancient. A hundred feet high. + +Two colossal doors, their surfaces engraved with mystical, cryptic patterns. + +But it was the center of the gate that drew all attention. + +A twelve-layered Infernal Demon. + +Its vacant, godless eyes stared out, empty yet oppressive. + +The twelve layers of its form spread recklessly across the door, coiling, twisting—filling the air with an inexplicable weight. A presence that seeped into the bones. + +A warning. A curse. A challenge.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Klaus spoke, his voice light yet deliberate. "We're here. This is the entrance." + +Max didn't speak. He simply took in the sight. + +Klaus continued. "Flying is prohibited within the Divine Palace. The Mourning Depths follows the same rule." + +A pause. + +Then—"It lies 100,000 feet below us." + +Max's brows furrowed. 100,000 feet…? + +"And if flying is impossible," Klaus went on, "then there's no way to go down." + +A smirk. A flicker of amusement in his eyes. + +"Except… for here." + +Max nodded, his eyes flickered around. + +They weren't alone. + +Far from it. + +All the important figures were here. + +King Magnar. Envoy Lucas. The heads of various factions. Powerful individuals Max didn't recognize, but could feel the weight of their presence. + +Then, moments later— + +The rest arrived. + +The mass of warriors, geniuses, and leaders from outside the Divine Palace flooded into the grand chamber. + +The space swelled with hundreds, maybe thousands of figures. + +The strongest forces of the Lower Domain… all gathered in one place. + +The moment was heavy. Anticipation filled the air. + +The moment the last person arrived, a black-robed old man stepped forward. + +His presence was quiet yet commanding. + +Then—his voice rang out. + +"Everyone, I will now announce the rules for entering the Mourning Depths." + +Max's gaze snapped to him. + +The old man's sudden appearance was unexpected. But what truly caught Max's attention? + +He couldn't see through his strength. + +Just like Klaus. Just like many others in the Expert Rank. + +Dangerous. Unfathomable. + +The old man continued, his voice steady, unwavering. + +"I am a supervisor from the Divine Temple. I am responsible for opening the Mourning Depths this time." + +His eyes swept over the gathered warriors. "Most of you are already familiar with the rules. But I shall repeat them for those who are not." + +The crowd fell silent. + +The old man raised a hand. + +"A thousand miles from the edge of the Mourning Depths… is an absolute null life zone. + +His voice turned cold. "Anyone who enters past this point—will die." + +No hesitation. No mercy. + +Max felt a strange chill run down his spine. A place where nothing survives? + +The old man continued. + +"From 1,000 miles to 10,000 miles outward, this is the outer region of the Mourning Depths." + +A pause. + +"There are countless lucky chances here. Inheritances. Treasures. Power waiting to be claimed." + +A breath. + +"But just as there are opportunities—there are dangers. Fatal ones." + +The tension in the air thickened. + +Then, the old man's voice turned sharper. + +"In principle, once inside the Mourning Depths—killing is forbidden." + +A few in the crowd scoffed. Others sneered. + +Max didn't react. He already knew what was coming next. + +"But," the old man continued, "we all know the reality." + +A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. + +"There will always be those who do not follow the rules. The unscrupulous. The dangerous." + +His tone darkened. + +"If you encounter such individuals… then killing in self-defense is reasonable." + +The words hung in the air. + +The message was clear. + +Rules existed. But in the Mourning Depths… survival was the only real law. + +Max stood in silence as the old man continued. + +Any defense is reasonable. + +It sounded fair. Logical. + +But in reality? + +It meant nothing. + +Killing inside the Mourning Depths would happen without restraint. + +And no one would care. + +If an expert died inside, there would be no investigations. No consequences. + +Just another corpse lost to the depths. + +Then— + +The old man's voice took on a sharper edge. + +"However… there is something you must remember." + +The air felt heavier. The gathered warriors leaned in, listening. + +"If you kill someone within the Mourning Depths, you can absorb their Infernal Energy… and nourish your own Infernal Demon Tattoo. But that didn't mean you are to kill anyone." + +A pause. + +A ripple of tension spread through the crowd. + +Max frowned. 'What?' + +Killing others strengthened the Infernal Demon Tattoo? + +Klaus never mentioned this. + +His mind spun, connecting pieces. If this was true… then the Mourning Depths wasn't just a battleground. + +It was a slaughterhouse. + +A voice suddenly echoed in his head. + +"He's talking about people like us. Those who already possess Infernal Demon Tattoos." + +Max stiffened. + +That voice— + +He turned to Klaus. + +Klaus winked. + +Max's eyes narrowed. 'He spoke to me… without speaking?' + +Then—another voice in his head. + +"Kid, it's just a small trick. But you need Vital Essence to do it. Don't overthink it." + +Max nodded absently, but his thoughts didn't stop. + +This ability… it was useful. + +In the right moment, in a life-or-death situation, this could mean survival. + +His curiosity burned. + +He would learn this technique. + +For now, he focused back on the old man. + +The rules were clear. + +But more importantly—so were the hidden truths. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-297.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-297.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9da8643 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-297.md @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 297: Palace Master Hugh" +slug: "ch-297" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 297 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1192 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You all have an hour to prepare." + +The old man finished speaking, then turned and walked away. His robe billowed as he disappeared into the palace halls. + +The crowd stirred. Some began forming groups. Others pulled out supplies, checking their weapons, adjusting their armor. Everyone knew what was coming. + +Max, however, had something else on his mind. + +He turned to Klaus. "I want to be Max again." + +His voice was calm, but there was weight behind those words. + +Klaus's expression hardened. "Are you sure?" + +Max understood his concern. Staying hidden had its advantages. + +But he was done hiding. + +He met Klaus's gaze. "Yes." + +A moment of silence. Then Klaus sighed. "Alright." + +His voice was firm, but there was a trace of warning. "But be careful." + +Max nodded. + +With one smooth motion, he removed his featureless mask. + +The black robe followed. + +And just like that— + +Max was back. + +The instant Max removed his mask, the atmosphere froze. + +A wave of silence spread through the crowd. + +Then—all at once, every gaze locked onto him. + +Shock. Recognition. Disbelief. + +The strongest genius of Valora Continent—revealing himself in front of everyone. + +For a few seconds, no one spoke. No one moved. It was as if the weight of that realization had stolen their voices. + +Then—whispers. + +First soft. Then louder. + +"Max…?" + +"It's him. It's really him!" + +"So the rumors were true after all…" + +Gasps followed. Stares of awe, caution, and even hostility filled the gathering. + +Many had heard the rumors. + +That Max had taken refuge with the Black Lotus Guild. That he had turned his back on the Phoenix Order guild. That he was no longer tied to any faction. + +But until now—it had been speculation. + +His unmasking? + +It was confirmation. A declaration. + +Some of the younger geniuses in the crowd looked at him with admiration. + +"To think someone like him would abandon the major factions…" + +Others, particularly those aligned with the Four Super Families and the Divine Palace, narrowed their eyes. + +A few envied him. + +A few resented him. + +A few? Feared him. + +Because Max wasn't just a genius anymore. + +He was a wild variable. Uncontrolled. Unpredictable. Unbound by any power. + +And that made him dangerous.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +But Max? + +He didn't care. + +Their whispers? Their judgments? Their political games? + +Meaningless. + +Once—before Aurelia betrayed him. + +Before he had seen how fickle allegiances could be. + +Before he had been betrayed. + +Back then, he had thought alliances mattered. That power came from belonging somewhere. + +Back when he was a member of the Phoenix Order guild. + +Now? + +Now, he understood. + +Power came from standing alone. + +And in this moment—standing among hundreds of Valora's strongest—he made that clear. + +He did not belong to anyone. + +And if anyone had a problem with that… + +They were welcome to try and stop him. + +"Max, you're here!" + +A voice rang out from the crowd. + +Max turned, his gaze settling on Crown Prince Aelric. + +He wasn't alone. + +Beside him stood some of the most well-known geniuses of Valora Continent. Warriors, strategists, and heirs to powerful factions. + +Among them, Amelia. Revenna. Jack. + +Familiar faces. Familiar presences. + +Max smiled. "How could I miss such an opportunity?" + +His eyes flickered between them, noting their reactions. Amelia's sharp gaze studied him, as if analyzing his every move. Revenna, ever cold, merely nodded. Jack, standing with arms crossed, smirked slightly but said nothing. + +Aelric chuckled. "Haha, good!" + +Then—his grin widened. "Come, let me take you to meet my father." + +Max hesitated slightly. "Will that be alright?" + +King Magnar wasn't just anyone. The ruler of the West Region—one of the strongest leaders in the Lower Domain. Right now, he had to be busy, arranging matters related to the Mourning Depths. + +Aelric waved him off. "Nah, you're thinking too much. It'll be fine." + +And just like that, he turned and started walking. + +Max followed. + +They wove through the crowd, moving toward a group standing at the very heart of the gathering. + +There—surrounded by warriors, strategists, and commanders—stood the most powerful figures of the Lower Domain. + +King Magnar. Envoy Lucas. The Master of the Divine Palace. + +Alongside them, the leaders of the various regions. + +The true rulers of Valora Continent. + +They were deep in discussion, their words carrying weight that could shift the balance of power. + +And now—Max was being brought straight into their midst. + +"This Young Hero must be Max." + +King Magnar's voice was warm. Cheerful. + +Not the commanding tone of a ruler. Not the majestic presence he had displayed at the banquet. + +No. + +His tone was casual. Welcoming. + +Like a merchant greeting his best customer. + +And that—surprised Max. + +He had expected formality. Expected distance. But this? + +This was… different. + +Max didn't hesitate. He lowered himself, prepared to kneel. "It is my honor to meet you, Your Royal Highness." + +But before his knee could touch the ground— + +A firm grip caught his wrist. + +King Magnar lifted him up effortlessly. + +"Don't kneel, Young Hero." His laughter was genuine, his presence unwavering. "You and the other geniuses of this continent will be the ones to carry forward its legacy. If I let you kneel to me now… then I am no king." + +Wise words. Humble words. + +Max blinked, caught off guard. + +This was not the kind of king he had expected. + +A ruler who earned respect—not through force, but through wisdom. + +A rare kind of leader. + +Before Max could fully process this, another voice called out. + +"Hehe, you're here, kid." + +Envoy Lucas. + +The old man chuckled lightly, his gaze sharp yet amused. "Good. Good." + +Max nodded, smiling at both King Magnar and Envoy Lucas. Their warmth was genuine. Their words held weight. + +But then—his Three-Dimensional Body took notice of something. + +A shift in the air. + +A dark gaze filled with rage and enmity. + +Max's expression barely changed, but inwardly, he frowned. + +'What the hell…?' + +His eyes locked onto the source. + +Hugh Vandor. + +Or as he was better known—Palace Master Hugh, the ruler of the Divine Palace. + +His gaze burned with something deeper than dislike. + +It was pure, unrestrained hatred. + +And Max had no idea why. + +'I've never even interacted with him before. What did I do to deserve this?' + +Palace Master Hugh's lips curled into a thin, unreadable smile. + +"Max… I've heard a lot about you." + +His voice was smooth. Too smooth. + +Max didn't flinch. + +"I am grateful for your kind words," he replied, bowing slightly. + +He wouldn't provoke the man. Not now. Not here. Not when he didn't even know where the hatred was coming from. + +And besides—this man wasn't just anyone. + +He was one of the strongest experts in the Lower Domain. + +To ignore him outright would be foolish. + +Palace Master Hugh's smile widened—but it didn't reach his eyes. + +"I hope you have a fruitful journey in the Mourning Depths, my young friend." + +The venom in his tone was unmistakable. + +Max could feel the malice beneath those words. + +The others—King Magnar, Envoy Lucas, and the leaders present— also understood the meaning behind his words but they didn't say a word. + +No one stopped him. No one questioned his hostility. + +That, more than anything, made Max uneasy. + +Max met Hugh's stare for a moment longer. Then, without another word, he nodded. + +"I will take my leave." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-298.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-298.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df44bca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-298.md @@ -0,0 +1,314 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 298: Making a fool one self" +slug: "ch-298" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 298 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +His tone was even. Unshaken. + +He turned on his heel and walked away, Crown Prince Aelric following beside him. + +He didn't glance back. + +But he could still feel Palace Master Hugh's gaze boring into his back. + +As Max walked beside Aelric, his thoughts lingered on Palace Master Hugh's open hostility. + +He muttered under his breath. "The Master of the Divine Palace hates me for some reason." + +Aelric chuckled. "Hehe. I know why he hates you." + +Max turned to him, his curiosity piqued. "What?" + +Aelric smirked, clearly enjoying the mystery. "Heh—" + +But before he could finish his words... + +BOOM! + +A crushing pressure descended. + +The air distorted. The very space shook. + +The pressure slammed into Max— + +But it was Aelric who, was walking beside him, was blown away. + +Nothing happened to Max strangely. + +No injuries. No pain. + +Just a slight weight pressing on his shoulders. + +But that didn't mean he would do nothing. + +His eyes narrowed. + +Instantly—his Three-Dimensional Body reacted. + +His senses flared. + +He felt the source. The origin of this power. + +His eyes flickered— + +'South Region!' + +A group stood ahead, watching him. + +Arthur Gale. Tom. Nathan. + +Three of the many geniuses of the South Region. + +And they weren't alone. + +Behind them—more figures. Some were other well-known geniuses. Others? Their strength was completely unreadable. + +They were all glaring at him. + +Their expressions? + +Mocking. Smug. Expectant. + +They weren't just testing him. + +They were expecting a show. + +Max didn't move. + +Didn't react. + +He simply stared back. + +The pressure remained, trying to suppress him. Trying to force him down. + +But it wasn't enough. + +Not even close. + +The pressure bore down on Max. Heavy. Crushing. + +Yet—he stood as if nothing had happened. + +The crowd watched. No one spoke. No one interfered. + +It wasn't that they didn't notice. + +They simply wanted to see what would happen next. + +But one person wasn't amused. + +King Magnar. + +His face darkened. + +Because while Max had stood his ground—Aelric hadn't been so lucky. + +The pressure had sent Crown Prince Aelric flying. + +And that—was unacceptable. + +For a moment, the King's rage flared. His hand twitched, ready to act. + +Then—he stopped. + +Because what he saw next surprised him. + +Max moved. + +Calm. Unrushed. Completely unaffected. + +The pressure was still there. But he walked as if it didn't exist. + +He reached Aelric and extended a hand. + +Aelric took it. "Thanks." + +Max nodded. + +Then, with a perfectly straight face, he turned to the South Region's geniuses and spoke. + +"Trash from the South Region is here… I think their stinking smell must have caused you to slip and fall." + +Aelric almost fell again. + +Not from pressure. From shock. + +His eyes widened. + +The surrounding crowd? + +Dead silent. + +Then—a wave of shock rippled through them. + +It was genuine. + +Not because Max had insulted the South Region. + +But because he had done it so casually. + +As if he wasn't talking to some of the strongest leaders of the Lower Domain—but to actual filth beneath his feet. + +The South Region's warriors twitched. + +Their mocking expressions vanished. Their sneers faded. + +And the ones with unreadable strength? + +Their gazes turned cold. + +But at that moment— + +The crowd erupted. + +The realization hit them all at once. + +"How did he do that? Crown Prince Aelric was blown away, but the same pressure did nothing to him!" + +"Yeah. This is truly astonishing!" + +"The pressure from several Peak Expert Rank leaders… and he stood there like it was nothing?" + +"Unbelievable!" + +Whispers turned into exclamations. Disbelief spread like wildfire. + +They had all witnessed it. + +Several leaders of the South Region—each one a Peak Expert Rank warrior—had focused their pressure on Max. + +And yet—he acted as if nothing had happened. + +This wasn't normal. + +Anyone below the Expert Rank—be it a genius or an elder—would have collapsed under such pressure. + +At best? Forced to their knees. + +At worst? Severe internal injuries. Broken bones. + +But Max? + +Nothing. + +Not even a flinch. + +Someone in the crowd murmured, voice filled with awe. + +"Is this the difference between the strongest genius… and the peak geniuses?" + +A chilling thought. + +Because if this was just his presence, his natural resilience— + +Then what about his true strength? + +What about when he actually fought? + +The hall buzzed with excitement. + +For some—it was admiration. + +For others—fear. + +For the South Region? + +It was humiliation. + +"Now this," King Magnar spoke slowly, his voice carrying across the vast Divine Palace, "is truly deserving of the title of the strongest genius of Valora Continent." + +His words echoed, reaching every corner of the grand hall. + +He wasn't just making an observation. + +He was declaring it. + +A public acknowledgment. + +A recognition that would be impossible to ignore. + +Beside him, Envoy Lucas chuckled. "Hehe, Magnar, for once, you're absolutely right." His laughter was light, but his eyes gleamed with interest. + +Some in the crowd smiled. Some nodded in admiration. + +But others? Not so pleased. + +Palace Master Hugh remained neutral, but anyone watching closely could see it. + +A flicker of something dark in his eyes. + +A barely concealed hatred. + +Seeing King Magnar and Envoy Lucas openly appreciate Max only deepened his disdain. + +But it was the leaders of the South Region who were seething. + +Trembling with rage. + +Because moments ago—they had tried to humiliate Max. + +They had pressed their combined might against him, expecting to watch him crumble. + +Instead— + +It was they who had been humiliated. + +They had planned a display of dominance. + +What they got was a public insult. + +From Max. Loud. Clear. Unforgettable. + +And worst of all? + +They couldn't deny it. + +The entire Divine Palace had witnessed it. + +Their attempt had backfired spectacularly. + +But Max? + +He ignored everything. + +He didn't glance back at the rage. The hostility. The boiling resentment. + +He simply walked away. + +With Aelric at his side, he returned to the group of geniuses. + +His mind already shifting gears. + +He turned to Aelric, his voice calm but firm. + +"So, what was the reason?" + +Aelric raised an eyebrow. "For what?" + +Max's eyes flickered. + +"Palace Master Hugh's hatred." + +The real mystery. + +The one he needed an answer to. + +Crown Prince Aelric smiled lightly, eyes gleaming with amusement. "You don't know, huh? To be fair, most of the experts present here don't know either." + +Max remained silent, listening. + +"Palace Master Hugh has a son." + +That caught Max off guard. + +A son? + +Aelric continued, his tone measured. "His name is Mark Vandor." + +Max frowned. "And?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-299.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-299.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..368a19e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-299.md @@ -0,0 +1,280 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 299: Reason" +slug: "ch-299" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 299 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Aelric's smile didn't fade. "I've heard from my father that Mark is… different. Stronger than me. Stronger than Amelia, Revenna. Stronger than any genius in Valora Continent." + +Max's frown deepened. + +Stronger than all of them? + +If that were true, then why had he never heard of him? + +Why had Mark Vandor—someone supposedly above all geniuses—remained in the shadows? + +And more importantly— + +What did any of this have to do with Palace Master Hugh's hatred toward him? + +The confusion in Max's eyes was clear. + +Aelric chuckled. "You're wondering why, aren't you? Why haven't you heard of him before?" + +Max nodded slightly. + +Aelric's next words wiped away any lingering doubt. + +"Because Mark was set to become the strongest genius of Valora Continent… until someone else came and took that title from him." + +Max's breath hitched. + +The realization hit instantly. + +He was the reason. + +He was the one who took that title. + +And Palace Master Hugh? + +Was this the reason for his hatred against him? + +But Aelric wasn't done. + +His smirk widened as he leaned in slightly. "And that's not all." + +Max raised an eyebrow. + +"Not only did this person take the title of the strongest genius… but they also stole everything that came with it." + +A pause. + +Then—"The fame. The recognition. The spotlight that should've belonged to Mark Vandor." + +Max's expression remained neutral, but inside, he was amused. + +"It got so bad," Aelric continued, "that Mark had no choice but to call himself the 'Second Strongest Genius of Valora Continent.'" + +Aelric chuckled. "But guess what?" + +Max already knew the answer. + +"Nobody took him seriously." + +The words were almost cruel. But they were the truth. + +Because at that time— + +The world was exploding with the strongest genius at that time. + +Aelric's voice lowered slightly, but his amusement remained. + +"Just when he tried to make a name for himself, the entire continent was talking about something else. + +About how the strongest genius of Valora Continent had fought and defeated a member of the Ascendants." + +Max immediately recalled that battle. It had shaken the entire Lower Domain. + +For the first time, a genius from Valora Continent had stood against an Ascendant… and won. + +That moment had overshadowed everything else. + +Including Mark Vandor. + +"In the end," Aelric said, shaking his head, "Mark fell so hard that he wasn't even considered among the top geniuses anymore." + +A short silence followed. + +Max felt an urge to laugh out loud. + +'Damn… did I really become someone's unlucky star?' + +He had never even met Mark, yet somehow, he had completely erased the guy from existence. + +The so-called Second Strongest Genius of Valora Continent… who was never even acknowledged. + +"Haha, I've heard about him too." + +Amelia's voice broke the silence. + +She smiled lightly, eyes glinting with curiosity. "But I always thought it was just a rumor. A made-up story about someone out there trying to do the impossible." + +Her gaze shifted to Max. + +"Turns out, it was real all along." + +Max shrugged. + +"I didn't even know he existed before now." + +That did it. + +Jack, who had been silent all this time, burst into laughter. + +"Now that's funny!" + +His laughter rang through the group, drawing a few amused looks. + +Max shook his head lightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. + +Then—his gaze shifted. + +Alice. + +She stood with Anton and Bruce, surrounded by the Phoenix Order Guild. + +Aurelia, meanwhile, was further away—deep in conversation with King Magnar, Envoy Lucas, and Palace Master Hugh. + +Max smiled slightly. + +Then—he walked. + +Straight toward Alice. + +Jack blinked. "Is he…?" + +His voice carried surprise. His eyes trailed after Max, disbelief creeping into his expression. + +Crown Prince Aelric followed Max's path. His lips thinned. + +"He's really walking toward the Phoenix Order Guild." + +A moment of silence. + +Then—Amelia spoke. + +"Does he want revenge?" + +Her voice was calm, but a faint edge of curiosity lurked beneath it. + +Aelric frowned. + +"Probably." + +Just then—a voice interjected. + +"No, you fools." + +Aelric turned, along with Amelia and Jack. + +The speaker? + +Princess Aveline. + +She stood with arms crossed, her gaze cool yet knowing. + +She looked at her big brother, then at Amelia and Jack, as if they were all missing something obvious. + +"He isn't going for revenge," Aveline said smoothly. + +A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. + +"He's going for something far more interesting." + +Aelric narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" + +Aveline's smirk deepened. + +"Just watch." + +And so—they did. + +Their eyes followed Max's every step as he approached Alice. + +Max moved forward, stepping toward Alice. + +But before he could take another step—two figures blocked his path. + +Anton. Bruce. + +Their movements were sharp, immediate. Their expressions hardened. + +Max met their gazes, waiting. + +"Traitors aren't allowed." + +Bruce's voice was cold. Final. Absolute. + +For a moment, Max simply looked at him. + +Then—he chuckled. + +Not out of amusement. + +But because of how predictable it was. + +His gaze flickered to Anton. + +His eyes gleamed—and pressure dropped. + +A wave of Soul-Sheering Pressure crashed into Anton's very core. + +It was subtle. Silent. + +Yet his entire world flipped. + +His muscles locked. His breath hitched. + +And then—realization hit. + +Because now, he knew. + +He knew. + +The masked figure from before. The one who had crushed him without even lifting a hand. + +The one who had pinned his very soul in place. + +The one he had hoped never to meet again. + +It was him. + +Max. + +A deep chill ran through Anton's spine. + +His confidence shattered instantly. + +And in that moment—his entire stance changed. + +Max's voice was calm, even pleasant. + +"Anton, can I talk to Alice for a moment?" + +Anton's body trembled. + +There was no arrogance left. No defiance. + +Only a deep, rooted fear. + +His pride screamed at him to resist. But his instincts—his very soul—told him otherwise. + +So he moved. + +He stepped aside. + +"O-of course." + +Bruce's face twisted in shock. + +His eyes darted between Anton and Max, disbelief flooding his expression. + +"Anton, what are you doing?" + +His voice rose slightly, sharp with confusion and anger. + +Anton turned to him sharply, his gaze now dark and decisive. + +"Bruce, just do as I say." + +Bruce stiffened. + +But he still clenched his fists, refusing to back down. + +"But—" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-3.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-3.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca4ef22 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-3.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 3: Killing Goblins and Leveling up" +slug: "ch-3" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 3 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1218 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Bang! + +He shot a bullet at one of the goblins, hitting it straight in the head and leaving a gaping hole. Approaching the remaining three, he decided to use the Basic Sword Arts skill to finish them off. + +Max attacked as soon as he neared them, executing an upward slash from the ground that split one goblin in half. Swiftly, he moved to his right and thrust his sword straight into the head of the second goblin. + +It couldn't dodge, resulting in its head being pierced. However, at that moment, the last goblin attacked with its wooden knife, aiming directly at Max's left waist. Thanks to his Three Dimensional Body skill, Max could see the attack coming. + +He spun quickly, angling his sword to parry the strike, causing the knife in the goblin's hand to fly away. Without hesitation, Max swung his sword, slashing the goblin's neck and causing its head to roll across the floor of the hall. + +'This feels so good,' Max thought excitedly as he took deep breaths. Despite the ease with which he defeated the goblins, he felt mentally and physically drained. 'I need to level up.' + +His body possessed only a limited amount of mana since he hadn't even reached Level 1 in the Novice rank. In fact, his body hadn't undergone any changes since awakening his class. Only a faint wisp of mana had flowed into him during his awakening, and now most of it was depleted, leaving him exhausted. + +Looking back, he noticed that the other six students had defeated their targets. "The ones I killed are mine; the rest are yours to handle," he declared. + +"What? That's not fair!" one of the students protested. "You alone will have seven cores while the six of us get three?!" + +Max sneered. "That's how it is. I killed seven of them; they're mine. Simple as that." + +"But there are six of us! How are we supposed to share three cores?" Carl shouted angrily, gritting his teeth. + +Max shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't care. What I kill is mine. That's final." He began collecting the drops from the goblins he had defeated. + +"This guy!" Carl growled in rage, his frustration palpable. + +"Carl, calm down. You know who this guy is, right?" Sil, another student, patted Carl's shoulder. + +"I know," Carl admitted, still fuming. "And I saw how he alone took down seven goblins while we struggled with three." Though enraged, he could do nothing but watch helplessly. + +Sil sighed. "He's known as the Overlord at the academy for a reason. He dared to fight the dean's son, the general's daughter, and even Henry Reins from the richest family in Crestford City—and he defeated all of them. They didn't stand a chance, whether in physical assessments, theory, or combat. After seeing him take down these goblins, I believe he truly deserves that nickname." + +"Hmph. He won't be undefeated for long," Carl sneered. "William must have awakened a powerful class, and we all know he'll challenge Max in the dungeon. I bet he'll finally have a chance to beat him." + +"Carl, that's impossible," another student, James, chimed in. "We all know William's track record against Max—it's... humiliating." + +Carl grinned. "I know that, James, but think about it: Max didn't seem to use any class-related skills in his fight. If we share this intel with William and he defeats Max, we could join his squad. And working under William—the dean's son—would be far better than fumbling around blindly in dungeons." + +The other five students exchanged smiles, nodding in agreement with Carl's plan.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Meanwhile, Max had collected all the items dropped by the goblins and sat in a corner of the hall. 'Seven cores. Even though they're just basic cores with no rank, they should be enough to get me to Level 1 in the Novice rank.' He glanced at the seven small green orbs on the ground, along with items like rusty daggers, goblin hide scraps, and stale rations—typical goblin drops. + +Max picked up one of the rusty daggers and inspected its stats. + +--- + +[Rusty Dagger] + +–Rank: Common (Damaged) + +–Description: A dagger used by goblins for ages, now rusty and broken after its owner's demise. + +--- + +'Huh. These goblins used stone knives, but they dropped daggers... Interesting,' Max thought, deciding the weapon wasn't worth using. 'I'll just sell them.' + +As he was about to store the items in his backpack, a sudden realization hit him. The dagger in his hand disappeared. + +"It's gone!" Max exclaimed, startled. But before he could panic, he felt the dagger inside his body. "Is it... inside me?" Closing his eyes, he focused on calling the dagger, and to his amazement, it reappeared in his hand. + +"Damn, I have my own storage space inside my body!" he muttered, excitement coursing through him. 'This Three Dimensional Body skill is more than it seems.' + +He quickly stored all the items—except for the seven cores—in this newfound space. + +"And now, it's time to level up." Max picked up one of the cores and began absorbing them one by one. + +Sometime later, Max absorbed the last core, and a notification appeared in his vision: + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 1 of Novice Rank.] + +As Max read the notification, a surge of energy coursed through his body. At the same time, he felt an undeniable increase in his physical strength and overall vitality. + +'It's not massive, but I can feel the improvement,' he thought, flexing his fingers and testing his new strength. + +'Status.' + +--- + +[Max] + +–Rank: [Novice] + +–Level: 1 + +–Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +–Physique: 4.5 + +–Soul: 6.2 + +–Energy: 6 + +–Skills: + +—»Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +—»Acquired Skills: [Basic Sword Arts, Magic Bullets] + +--- + +Max frowned as he reviewed his status. + +'My energy stat increased by 1, physique by 0.5, and soul by just 0.2. Is this good or bad compared to other classes?' + +Every class had its own unique stat increments upon leveling up. These values weren't standardized, so Max couldn't determine whether his increases were average, subpar, or exceptional. To him, the overall boost of 1.7 felt underwhelming. + +Shaking off his doubts, he turned his attention to a more pressing matter: his second class skill, Dimension of Time. He hadn't had a chance to use it during the fight with the goblins but was eager to test its effects. + +Anything related to time manipulation piqued his interest. + +Looking around to ensure the other six students were preoccupied, Max silently activated Dimension of Time. + +The moment the skill took effect, his surroundings shifted. The dungeon's hall, the ground, and even the other students disappeared. In their place was an endless expanse of floating, pure white clouds stretching as far as the eye could see. + +'What is this? How did I get here?' Max's heart raced as he spun around, taking in the surreal scenery. + +The clouds swirled gently, bathed in a calming light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. It was as though he'd been transported to a dream. + +'This can't be real...' Max thought, trying to ground himself. 'Did the skill do this?' + +Before he could ponder further, a wooden door materialized in front of him, standing impossibly in the middle of the sky. + +As the door appeared, a surge of information flooded Max's mind, making everything clear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-30.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-30.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a6abf2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-30.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 30: An easy win" +slug: "ch-30" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 30 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1186 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max smiled as he watched the arrows curving mid-air, flying toward him. + +He could, if he wanted, take them down with his Magic Bullets skill, but he didn't want to reveal too much of his strength to others. Therefore, he decided to handle them with just his sword. + +With his Three Dimensional Body skill, Max instantly analyzed the trajectory and movement of the six blazing arrows. Their fiery arcs appeared almost sluggish to his heightened senses as they streaked toward him. + +With perfect timing, he stepped forward and positioned himself firmly. His grip tightened around his sword as he unleashed his 'Flurry Strike' skill. + +In a blur of motion, Max shot forward with six rapid thrusts, each strike slicing through the air with unparalleled speed. + +Six sword shadows surged out from his sword—sharp and precise—racing to intercept the incoming blazing arrows. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +With a series of deafening explosions, each of the six blazing arrows detonated mid-air, their fiery energy dissipating harmlessly into the surrounding space. The sword shadows had intercepted each arrow perfectly, neutralizing their explosive power before they could reach Max. + +"This!" Alice stood frozen, her eyes wide in disbelief as she tried to process what had just happened. What she had seen earlier was impressive, but this... this was on a completely different level. + +She had watched Max intercept her arrow with impressive precision before, but the way his sword shadows sliced through the air, effortlessly deflecting the blazing projectiles, was beyond anything she could easily understand. + +A deep curiosity stirred in Alice. 'Who is he?' She couldn't shake the growing realization that Max was far more than she had initially thought. + +"Alright, last attack." Max said, smiling. "Let's finish this quickly. We also need to go to the boss chamber, right?" + +Alice nodded, taking out her sword. 'If I'm not mistaken, he must have awakened a swordmaster class, but even so, that still wouldn't be enough for him to battle someone at level 8 with his level 4 strength.' She couldn't make sense of Max's strength, so she stopped thinking about it and focused on her final move. + +"Ready?" she asked. + +"Born ready," Max replied confidently. + +"Then take my sword!" Alice shouted as she dashed toward him. Once she reached him, she attacked. Her sword immediately blazed with red flames as she swung it down in a full, powerful slash. + +Seeing the attack, Max held his sword firmly in front of him. + +CLANG! + +A deep metallic clash reverberated throughout the entire charred forest as the two swords collided. + +"This! How?!" Alice was once again stunned, even more shocked than before. + +Their swords interlocked, but Max was hardly even trying. He simply stood there with his sword while her blade blazed with red flames. Yet, she couldn't budge his sword at all. + +It was like she had attacked a metallic wall not a person holding a sword. + +"Alright, you win." Alice sighed, accepting her defeat and retreating. She then tossed a ring to Max. + +Max caught the ring. 'Could this be a storage ring?' he thought, sensing the items inside. What he saw inside shocked him to the core. "So many mana crystals?" + +"Apparently, this lava serpent had collected all the mana crystals in the charred forest region for its advancement to level 10," Alice shrugged, explaining the details. + +Max nodded, his hands trembling with excitement. 'My days of becoming rich are here again.' he thought, stashing the storage ring away. + +Looking back at Alice, Max smiled slyly. "You didn't even use your full strength in the sword attack just now, did you?" + +"You got it wrong." Alice shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought, but deep down, she knew it was true. In fact, she hadn't used even half of her strength—she had barely used 10% of it, just enough to let Max win the bet between them. + +The reason was simple: Max's talent. + +Alice firmly believed that if Max joined the Phoenix Order, he would undoubtedly stir up waves that would shock the entire guild. And if that meant she had to lose for that to happen, then so be it. It was not like she would really lose if she had used her true strength. + +Max smiled, noticing how Alice avoided the topic, but he didn't press her further. He understood her reasoning perfectly—why she had done what she did. + +'It seems trying to show off my strength worked,' Max mused. He had a hunch that these two girls held certain positions in the Phoenix Order guild; otherwise, they wouldn't have been escorted by an old man whose strength he couldn't see through.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +From that, Max deduced that the old man was likely a bodyguard for the two ladies. It was clear their status was high enough to warrant being escorted by a protector wherever they went. + +'Anyway, it's a win-win situation for me,' Max thought, smiling. + +"What's your name?" Alice asked at that moment. + +Max's eyes widened slightly as he realized he hadn't even asked their names. + +"I am Max... Max Morgan," he said, pausing briefly. He didn't want to reveal his 'Voidwalker' surname to others. He believed his family had named him Morgan for a reason. + +"What about you two?" he asked, taking the opportunity. + +"I am Alice, and she is my friend, Amy," Alice introduced herself and her maid. + +Max nodded and asked, "So, Alice, I take it you're recommending me to your guild?" + +Alice contemplated for a moment before asking, "Why do you want to join the Phoenix Order?" + +Max frowned at her question. "Why? Is that even a question?" He shrugged. "Because I want to learn how to control flames. It's as simple as that." + +"Do you have flame-related skills? Is your class flame-oriented?" Alice asked two questions in quick succession. + +"Of course, my class is flame-oriented." Max scoffed. "Otherwise, why would I have come to this stupid dungeon? I know about the secret chamber in this dungeon, and it holds a fire-related skill... probably... that's what I'm here for." He explained. + +Alice nodded in contemplation. "Alright, which city do you live in?" + +"Inner Circle, Dustfall District, Crestford City," Max replied. + +Alice nodded, tapping her wrist. A hologram displaying a map of the entire Inner Circle appeared before her. She marked Max's city and swiped her hand to put everything away. + +"I've noted down your city," Alice said, looking at Max. "On the day the branch of our guild holds the recruitment test, someone will come for you." + +She added, "But know that your entry isn't guaranteed." + +"What do you mean?" Max asked, frowning. + +Alice explained, "I can only recommend you. It will be the guild's management who will send a member down to your city in the Inner Circle on the day of the recruitment. If you can impress that person with your strength, your entry to the Core Region is fixed. Otherwise, forget about it." + +Max pondered for a moment and nodded. "Fine by me," he replied, smiling. If revealing a bit of strength would increase his chances of being recruited into the Phoenix Order, then he wouldn't mind doing so. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-300.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-300.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..321d422 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-300.md @@ -0,0 +1,436 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 300: Azula" +slug: "ch-300" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 300 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Anton's glare shut him down instantly. + +"No buts. Just do as I say." + +His tone left no room for argument. + +Bruce's fists tightened, his nails digging into his palms. + +His entire body was tense. Frustrated. Humiliated. + +He had wanted to deny Max entry. + +Wanted to make a statement. + +But Anton's reaction had shattered any chance of that. + +Still clenching his jaw, Bruce turned his gaze toward Aurelia. + +She stood in the distance, completely engrossed in discussion with King Magnar, Envoy Lucas, and Palace Master Hugh. + +Not even sparing them a glance. + +Bruce's frustration grew. + +Why wasn't she stopping this? + +Did she not care? Or was she choosing to ignore it? + +His eyes burned with irritation. + +But he had no choice. + +With an audible exhale, he stepped aside. + +A sign of reluctant acceptance. + +And Max? + +He just smiled. + +Smug. Amused. + +And finally, he walked past Bruce. + +"Well, that was easy." + +His voice carried a playful edge. Too casual. Too confident. + +It made Bruce's blood boil. + +But he said nothing. + +Alice's eyes flickered with something between relief and frustration. + +She glanced around anxiously, then leaned in slightly. + +Her voice was low, urgent. + +"What are you doing here?" + +Then, before Max could respond— + +"My mom is right here." + +She said it like a warning. + +Like she expected him to rethink his decision. + +To turn around. + +To leave before Aurelia even noticed. + +But Max? + +He just smiled. + +"Don't worry." + +His voice was calm. Assured. + +"Your mother can't do anything to me here." + +And just like that—his smile faded. + +His expression hardened. + +His voice turned low and serious. + +"Alice, are you really planning to enter the Mourning Depths?" + +His tone wasn't accusatory. It wasn't demanding. + +But it held a weight. A concern. + +Because he needed to hear it from her. + +Alice's eyes darkened. + +She didn't hesitate. + +Not even for a second. + +"I don't care." + +She shook her head, her voice firm. Unwavering. + +"I don't care. I will go this time with you." + +Max's fingers curled slightly. + +She was stubborn. As always. + +Then, something unexpected. + +"Even my mother allows me to go this time." + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +Aurelia—allowed it? + +"She said I might benefit from the Mourning Depths." + +Max sighed deeply. + +Not in annoyance. + +Not in anger. + +But because he knew. + +Alice wasn't changing her mind. + +She had already decided. + +She was coming. No matter what. + +Max didn't argue. + +Didn't push further. + +Instead—he reached into his storage. + +And pulled something out. + +A small vial. + +Alice blinked, taking it instinctively. + +Inside—a dark red liquid swirled. + +But it wasn't just red. + +Within the substance—black flames flickered, twisting and curling. + +Alive. Pulsing. Dangerous. + +A faint heat radiated from the vial. + +Even with the glass separating them, she could feel it. + +Her fingers brushed over the surface, absorbing the warmth. + +She frowned. "What is this?" + +Her eyes met his—curious yet cautious. + +Because the red liquid burned. + +But the black flames? + +They looked unnatural. + +Max didn't answer immediately. + +Because this wasn't just some ordinary potion. + +This was something far more important. + +Max hesitated for a moment before answering. + +"It's… it's a good luck charm." + +His voice was calm, casual. + +But the truth? + +This vial was far more than a simple charm. + +It was a safeguard. A tracker. A tether. + +A rune. + +Inside the vial was his blood—his very essence. + +Mixed within it? + +His black flames. + +A volatile force. Alive. Pulsing. Carrying his very presence. + +And that meant something very important. + +As long as Alice carried it, he could find her. + +No matter what. + +Even if the Mourning Depths separated them. + +Even if something tried to conceal her presence. + +Even if she was in danger. + +Max would be able to track his own blood. + +Just like he could sense Callie and Klaus's bloodlines. + +This wasn't just a gift. + +It was a promise. + +Alice glanced at the vial for a moment, her fingers brushing against the cool surface. + +Faint warmth radiated from within—almost like a living thing. + +Then, without hesitation, she nodded. + +"Alright." + +And just like that—she stored it away. + +No questions. No hesitation. + +She simply trusted him. + +But then— + +Max felt it before he saw it. + +A presence. Powerful. Swift. Unyielding. + +He didn't even need to turn around. + +His lips curled into a knowing smirk. + +"Hehe, it seems I need to get going now." + +Then—she arrived. + +Aurelia. + +Her arrival was silent but heavy. + +Her aura pressed against the air around them. + +Her face? Unreadable. Frosty. Cold. + +Yet her eyes held something deeper. + +Something calculating. + +But Max? + +He simply watched her. + +She opened her mouth— + +"You—" + +An Explosion + +BOOM! + +The doors of the hall exploded. + +Shards of wood and stone blasted outward. + +The entire palace shook. + +Gasps filled the room. + +Before the dust could settle—dark figures surged inside. + +Fast. Aggressive. With killing intent. + +Their movements were precise. Coordinated. + +This wasn't just a disruption. + +This was an ambush. + +Just then? + +"HAHAHAHA!" + +A loud, booming laughter erupted, shaking the hall. + +"It seems everyone has forgotten about the Monarch since Drevon had gone into seclusion." + +It wasn't just laughter. It was mockery. + +A voice filled with contempt and amusement. + +Then—figures emerged. + +Through the fading dust and shattered debris, shadows took shape. + +And when the dust finally cleared— + +They stood there. + +A group of warriors. Ruthless. Unshaken. + +Each of them carried an undeniable aura of confidence. + +Their eyes burned with arrogance, their postures relaxed but predatory. + +They weren't here to negotiate. + +They were here to dominate. + +The moment their killing intent spread through the hall, a thick, suffocating pressure settled upon the gathered experts. + +Their insignia? + +The Monarch. + +And leading them— + +A woman with dark yellow hair. + +Her stance was calm, but her presence burned like a storm waiting to erupt. + +King Magnar's expression darkened the moment he saw her. + +His tone sharp. Demanding. Unwelcoming. + +"What are you doing here, Azula?" + +The air in the room shifted instantly. + +Because that name— + +Azula. + +A name tied to carnage. Cruelty. Madness. + +One of the strongest warriors of the Monarch. + +Or one should say the Mistress of the Monarch. + +She had a reputation for destruction. + +A warrior who never fought fair. + +And worse—never left loose ends. + +Azula laughed. + +Not just a chuckle. A sharp, piercing, mocking sound. + +It was a laugh meant to provoke. To taunt. + +She tilted her head, golden strands of her hair shifting under the light. + +"What am I doing here?" + +She repeated the words with mock surprise. + +Then her lips curled into a smirk. + +"Is that even a question I need to answer?" + +A pause. + +Her golden eyes gleamed. + +Then—her smirk widened. + +"Of course, I'm here for the Mourning Depths." + +Her tone was casual, almost lazy. + +But then— + +Something shifted in her gaze. + +Something darker. Sharper. More personal. + +And then— + +Her eyes locked onto Max. + +Her expression twisted into cruelty. + +A slow, dangerous smirk spread across her lips. + +"And also… to take care of some unfinished business." + +The moment she said it, the killing intent in the air thickened. + +Max's eyes didn't waver. + +But the others in the hall? + +They could feel it. + +The pressure. The tension. + +Azula wasn't here just for the Mourning Depths. + +She was here for him. + +And she wasn't hiding it. + +'Who the hell is she now?' + +Max's mind raced. He could feel a very terrible aura from her. + +Her presence. + +Her hostility. + +Her words. + +Everything about her sent a warning through Max's mind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-301.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-301.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e7c0b7d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-301.md @@ -0,0 +1,368 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 301: Three Months of Time" +slug: "ch-301" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 301 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1262 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's eyes flickered with interest. + +While he didn't know Azula personally, he recognized two figures standing among the Monarch's ranks. + +Five and Veylin. + +Their presence confirmed it. + +She wasn't just any member of the Monarch. + +She was high-ranking. Respected. Feared. + +Yet—his curiosity deepened. + +Who was she really? + +Just as Max was analyzing her, he noticed someone stepping forward. + +King Magnar. + +The air shifted immediately. + +Tension crackled in the space between them as the ruler of the West Region walked directly toward Azula. + +His voice was cold. Uncompromising. Absolute. + +"You are in no position to do anything here." + +It wasn't a request. + +It was a command. + +His words left no room for argument. + +A clear warning. + +Yet—Azula merely smiled. + +Her golden eyes gleamed with amusement. + +"Don't worry." + +Her voice was light. Unbothered. + +Then—she turned away from him entirely. + +Her gaze landed on the twelve-layered Infernal Demon Door. + +"I am not planning to do anything here anyway." + +She ran a hand over the air in front of the door, as if already visualizing what lay beyond it. + +"I also want to enter the Mourning Depths. Just like all of you." + +Before King Magnar could respond, another voice cut through the air. + +Palace Master Hugh. + +His eyes were sharp, his tone strict. Authoritative. + +"Then you should stay put until the entrance opens." + +A heavy silence followed. + +Then—his next words carried even more weight. + +"I don't want a ruckus in my palace." + +For a brief moment, everyone waited. + +Would she listen? Or would she escalate? + +Azula's lips curled. + +She let out a soft sneer. + +"Heh." + +But—she didn't say anything else. + +She simply stood there, an eerie smirk still on her face. + +And yet—even in silence, her presence alone was suffocating. + +The atmosphere in the hall changed completely. + +Every expert from the Valora Continent became tense. Alert. Watching her every move. + +Why wouldn't they? + +Her name alone was enough to make entire armies tremble. + +A Name Drenched in Blood. + +The Monarch was known for destruction. Conquest. Power. + +And their leader, Young Monarch, was feared for his strength. His dominance. His sheer power. + +But Azula? + +She wasn't feared for her strength. + +She was feared for one reason only. + +Cruelty. + +Every city Monarch had slaughtered. + +Every massacre. Every land they had decimated. + +Every million they had butchered. + +It was Azula who had led those assaults. + +It was Azula who had painted the ground red with blood. + +The air was thick with tension. + +A silent, unspoken war waged beneath the surface. + +No one moved. No one spoke unnecessarily. + +All eyes were locked on Azula. + +It was almost surreal. + +Max had seen many powerful figures before, but never had he seen an entire hall—filled with the strongest experts of the Lower Domain—this on edge. + +Even the leaders of the regions, the guild masters, the super family heads—all of them were watching her like a ticking time bomb. + +'Is she really that dangerous?' + +He was surprised. + +But not overly concerned. + +'I guess I can only wait here.' + +Yet—there was something else bothering him. + +He was standing beside Aurelia. + +And he didn't like it. + +Not one bit. + +The uncomfortable closeness made his mood dip. + +But the funny thing? + +Even Aurelia, someone who would normally never let him be near Alice, wasn't making a move. + +She couldn't. + +Not now. Not in front of everyone. Not with the hall frozen in an invisible deadlock. + +So—Max did something amusing. + +Since he was already here, he started talking to Alice. + +Casually. Freely. + +Right in front of Aurelia. + +She was glaring at him. + +He could feel it. + +Her sharp, cold stare practically burning into his back. + +But he? + +He simply ignored her. + +Kept talking with Alice as if nothing was wrong. + +As if he had all the time in the world. + +And just like that—time slipped away. + +One hour passed. + +The tension in the room remained, but something was about to change. + +The Mourning Depths would soon open. + +The old man returned, stepping forward with an unshakable presence. + +His eyes swept across the gathered warriors, measuring them. + +Then—he spoke. + +"If you are prepared, then I shall open the rune formation." + +A hush fell over the hall. + +The time had come. + +The old man's voice remained steady. + +"Everyone is limited to three months within the Mourning Depths." + +A pause. + +"If you do not emerge after three months, then you will be trapped inside… until the next time the rune formation opens." + +A few warriors tensed. + +This wasn't new information, but hearing it out loud—so formally—made it real. + +Then—the old man's voice lowered slightly. + +His next words carried a weight heavier than the rune formation itself. + +"But… since ancient times, if someone did not come out before three months…" + +A sharp pause. + +"They would completely vanish." + +A ripple passed through the crowd. + +Vanished? + +Not trapped. + +Not dead. + +But completely gone. + +Never found. + +Never seen again. + +A legend? A mystery? A curse? + +No one knew. + +"In these three months, please… keep this in mind." + +Silence. + +Then—the old man moved. + +He reached into his spatial ring, pulling out three black glass beads. + +Bone Frames. + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +He had seen them before. + +Not long ago, Klaus had shown them to him and Callie, making sure they understood what they were dealing with. + +And now—they were being used to open the gate. + +The old man walked forward, his movements precise. + +Near the entrance, small grooves were carved into the floor. + +Barely noticeable—unless you knew where to look. + +He inserted the Bone Frames into these grooves— + +Click. + +A perfect fit. + +Max watched carefully. + +There was something eerie about it. + +The way the Bone Frames slid into place so perfectly. + +The way they seemed to pulse faintly, as if recognizing their purpose. + +The moment the three Bone Frames were inserted— + +The earth trembled. + +A deep, ancient rumbling shook the entire hall. + +The very ground beneath their feet seemed alive, responding to an unseen force. + +Then— + +Space twisted. + +Just ahead, the air itself distorted, as if something was ripping through reality. + +A moment later— + +Space melted away. + +A gate—not made of metal, nor stone, nor energy—but something far more esoteric and unnatural—opened in the void. + +A spatial rift. + +Beyond the gate, an expanse of endless gray mist stretched into infinity. + +A realm where shadows twisted without shape. + +Where the very air seemed thick with death. + +Max felt it immediately. + +A gate had opened before him—but not just a physical one. + +Something deeper. Esoteric. Ancient. + +Then— + +A boundless, pure surge of death energy erupted from the rift. + +It was cold. Suffocating. Heavy. + +Not just the presence of death. + +But something older than civilizations. + +Something that had existed before even the oldest beings of the Lower Domain. + +Max's chest tightened slightly, not from fear—but from sheer oppression. + +It was like standing before the remains of an extinct god. + +Then—a voice echoed in his thoughts. + +A voice he hadn't heard in a while. + +"So it's this place… I… I've been here before." + +Max's eyes widened slightly. + +Blob. + +"Oh?" Max's mind immediately honed in. "You've been here before?" + +It was unexpected—but it made sense. + +Blob's master had lived tens of thousands of years ago. + +If anyone had explored the Mourning Depths before, it was him. + +Blob's voice carried a rare hint of nostalgia. + +"I remember a little, but not too much. It was over ten thousand years ago, after all." + +A pause. + +"Master spent over forty years inside this place… searching for a way to break into the Divine Rank. That was just before he broke into the Five God Nation for revenge." + +Max stiffened. + +"Forty years?" + +His mind raced. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-302.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-302.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf58f9b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-302.md @@ -0,0 +1,354 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 302: Divine Rank - The Peak of the World" +slug: "ch-302" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 302 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1285 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Wait—" Max frowned. "Isn't it said that those who don't leave in three months… never come back? How did your master stay inside for more than forty years?" + +Blob chuckled. + +A deep, knowing amusement. + +"Because my master was a Mythic Rank expert. Just one step away from the Divine Rank." + +His tone carried something else, too. + +Something close to disdain. + +"He had already broken through Mythic Rank several hundred years before. After suffering through an endless bottleneck trying to step into the Divine Rank, he returned to the Mourning Depths, exploring its depths for two decades. + +Then, a small pause. + +Then, Blob sneered. + +"Naturally, he was far beyond you. Or anyone here." + +A sharp statement. + +"So then…" Max's mind pieced it together. "That means the legend of people vanishing after three months isn't completely true?" + +Blob hummed. + +"The so-called 1000-mile absolute death zone is only applicable to juniors like you." + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. + +That meant there were exceptions. + +And more importantly— + +Someone had survived beyond three months before. + +Which meant— + +There was a way. + +The entire hall remained silent, watching the spatial gate churn with endless gray mist. + +But Max? + +His mind was already miles ahead. + +Because now, he understood something that no one else here did. + +The Mourning Depths wasn't just a graveyard. + +It was a trial. A threshold. A place that had once been tread by legends. + +And if he wanted to uncover the real secrets of this place— + +Three months wouldn't be enough. + +But then he recalled something from Blob's words. + +Max's mind raced. + +"He broke through the Mythic Rank before returning to the Mourning Depths…" + +A realization struck him. + +The Lower Domain had always been limited to the Expert Rank. + +At least, that was what everyone believed. + +But—Max had heard whispers. + +Two ranks above the Expert Rank—Master Rank and Champion Rank. + +Yet now, he was hearing more. + +Max's thoughts sharpened. + +He asked the question that was now burning in his mind. + +"Is the Mythic Rank after the Champion Rank?" + +Blob's voice was steady. Knowing. + +"After the Expert Rank," Blob began, "comes Master Rank, followed by Champion Rank." + +A brief pause. + +"Then comes the Legend Rank." + +Max's pupils shrank slightly. Legend Rank? + +Blob continued. + +"Beyond Legend Rank… is the Mythic Rank." + +Then, his voice grew deeper. + +"And finally, at the very peak, there is the Divine Rank." + +Max felt something stir in him. + +He had always known that there were higher realms of power. + +But to hear it laid out so clearly—to know that the path extended so far beyond what he had imagined… + +It sent a shiver down his spine. + +Master. Champion. Legend. Mythic. Divine. + +There was still so much more. + +Blob's voice took on a melancholy tone. + +"My master's deepest desire was to reach the Divine Rank. The very peak of this world." + +A pause. + +Then, a cold truth. + +"But alas, before he could accomplish his dream… the Nulls attacked. And then, everything fell apart." + +The Nulls. + +Max's fingers twitched slightly. + +A force so terrifying that even a Mythic Rank expert couldn't overcome them. + +Max exhaled slowly. + +Then—his eyes blazed. + +A fierce battle intent surged through him. + +The thrill of a new challenge. + +The hunger for a greater height. + +"Divine Rank…" + +He muttered the words to himself. + +It wasn't just a concept anymore. + +It was a goal. + +Something far beyond his reach. + +But that only made it more thrilling. + +He clenched his fists. + +Because now, he knew. + +His journey was only beginning. + +*** + +The spatial gate was now fully open, swirling like a portal into the unknown. + +The old man, the one responsible for opening the Mourning Depths, spoke once more. + +"Now we shall begin dividing the teams." + +His voice carried authority, finality. + +A hush fell over the hall. + +"Every faction will send one or two people to form a ten-man squad. A supervisory elder from the Divine Palace will lead that group 1500 miles from the edge of the Mourning Depths." + +A slight pause. + +"After that, the supervisory elder will return. At that point, whether you wish to return or continue forward will be entirely up to you." + +His words held a deeper meaning. + +Max's eyes narrowed.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +For a moment, he was startled. + +A squad system? + +The Divine Palace was deliberately forcing factions to mix together. + +'If every faction sends one or two people, that means they'll have to mutually watch each other.' + +At least in the beginning. + +That meant— + +The killings wouldn't start immediately. + +A clever strategy. + +At least for now, no one could act recklessly. + +Not until the first 1500 miles were crossed. + +After that? + +Everything would be fair game. + +As expected, some factions stepped forward first. + +One by one, they sent their representatives. + +A group of ten warriors quickly formed under the old man's guidance. + +Then— + +With just a single nod, he motioned for them to enter. + +Their figures stepped forward. + +Then— + +They walked through the illusory spatial gate. + +Their forms faded into the endless gray mist. + +Max watched in silence. + +The gray fog consumed them. + +They vanished. + +There was no sound. No energy fluctuation. + +It was as if they had simply ceased to exist. + +Max's thoughts churned. + +"They went inside…" + +Now, there was no turning back. + +And soon— + +It would be his turn. + +Max stood still as Klaus's voice echoed in his ear. + +"Max, you and Callie will go with that bearded man. He is the most experienced here and can guarantee your safety the most up to the 1500-mile range. Afterward, you will begin to move alone." + +Max's gaze flickered toward the supervisory elders. + +One man, in particular, stood out. + +An old, bearded elder with a face that seemed to have been carved by time itself. + +Dark, weathered skin, covered in deep lines, telling of a life filled with hardships and countless battles. + +Even without knowing his exact age, Max could tell—this was a man who had seen far too much. + +The elder stepped forward, his posture straight despite his old appearance. + +His voice was steady, unfazed. + +"I am Grey." + +A simple introduction. + +Then, he scanned the crowd. + +"Who would like to go with me?" + +Max's mind was already moving. + +His gaze instinctively turned to Alice. + +But before he could even open his mouth— + +Aurelia spoke first. + +"She won't be going with you." + +Max turned to Aurelia. + +Dead in the eye. + +Cold. Unwavering. + +She met his gaze with the same intensity. + +Neither backed down. + +Neither spoke another word. + +Then—Max turned away. + +His voice was calm, but firm. + +"I will see you again then." + +Alice nodded. + +Her expression was calm, but Max wasn't fooled. + +He could see it—a flicker of worry hidden in her gaze. + +She wanted to say something. + +But Aurelia was right there. + +So—she said nothing. + +Max walked toward Old Man Grey. + +A moment later, Callie joined him. + +Her expression was unreadable as she wore the mask, but her presence was steady. + +Then, Old Man Grey spoke again. + +"There are still seven spots. Who would like to come from the other factions?" + +A voice cut through the air. + +"Hehe, count me in." + +Max's gaze shifted. + +From the Monarch's group, a young man stepped forward. + +A grin stretched across his lips, but there was nothing friendly about it. + +His eyes locked onto Max, sharp with undisguised hostility. + +Max remembered him immediately. + +When Max had first arrived, this idiot had been glaring at him. + +Eyes filled with killing intent, as if he thought his mere existence was enough to pressure Max. + +Even now, the eagerness in his expression was almost laughable. + +Like he thought he was about to prove something. + +Max exhaled slowly. + +And then—he completely ignored him. + +Didn't react. Didn't acknowledge him. + +Because against someone this self-important—he couldn't even be bothered to look. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-303.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-303.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76a8093 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-303.md @@ -0,0 +1,294 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 303: Amara Moyer" +slug: "ch-303" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 303 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"There are still six spots." + +Old Man Grey's voice rang out again, firm and commanding. + +Then— + +A clear, crisp female voice cut through the air. + +"Me." + +Max's gaze shifted as Amara Moyer from the North Region stepped forward. + +The moment she moved— + +Chaos erupted. + +Several young geniuses immediately scrambled forward, desperate to join the squad. + +A blur of bodies, each one rushing like madmen, as if the Mourning Depths were a secondary concern. + +And just like that—Old Man Grey's squad was instantly full. + +Actually—overfull. + +There was even one extra. + +Max stood there, watching it all unfold. + +His expression? + +Utterly speechless. + +"Seriously?" + +Even now—even here—some people still had the state of mind to chase after girls? + +Wasn't the Mourning Depths a death trap? + +Yet, these idiots were treating it like a dating contest. + +"This is just ridiculous." + +But as Max thought about it more carefully—it made sense. + +Amara wasn't just anyone. + +She was from the North. + +More importantly—she belonged to the Witch faction. + +In terms of status and background, she surpassed even Crown Prince Aelric. + +A rare existence among geniuses. + +And the rumors? + +They were even crazier. + +Some said she was the daughter of the Witch of the North. + +A claim never confirmed nor denied. + +To most of these young geniuses, this wasn't about love. + +This was about power. + +If one of them could win Amara's heart, marry her… + +Then resources, status, and influence would be at their fingertips. + +Who cared about feelings? + +Most of the young men throwing themselves forward weren't weak. + +They were A or B rank class holders. + +Talented. Skilled. + +But their backgrounds were average. + +Not weak, but not noble enough to compete with the true monsters of their generation. + +Amara, on the other hand? + +She was a gate to greatness. + +A ticket to a life they could never reach on their own. + +And so—they pursued her. + +Not for her. + +But for what she represented. + +Max observed the situation closely. + +The sheer eagerness of the young geniuses. The subtle tension in the air. + +And then—it all clicked. + +This wasn't random. + +This was politics. Strategy. A calculated move. + +Crown Prince Aelric was more outstanding than Amara. + +That was undisputed. + +If the match had been purely about strength, then Aelric would have been her ideal candidate. + +But—he was untouchable. + +Why? + +Because he was destined to rule the West Region. + +If he married into the North Region, it would be impossible for him to claim his rightful throne. + +His duty was to carry on the legacy of the West. + +Thus—the idea of him becoming part of the Witch faction was laughable. + +Even if he and Amara somehow married, it wouldn't be him joining her faction. + +It would be her who would move to the West. + +And that? + +That would completely overturn the power system of the entire Valora Continent. + +A shift too drastic. Too unstable. + +It simply wasn't an option. + +On the other hand… + +If Amara chose one of her pursuers, things would be entirely different. + +She would stay in the North. + +And whoever won her favor would join the Witch faction. + +Not just gaining political power—but also gaining access to resources beyond imagination. + +If that person was an A or B rank class powerhouse, then the North Region would gain another powerful warrior in the future. + +And that was the goal. + +The Witch faction wasn't looking for a husband for Amara. + +They were looking for a tool. + +A future powerhouse who would swear loyalty to them—under the guise of love. + +Between these two paths— + +Marrying Aelric and destabilizing the entire continent. + +Marrying a strong genius and securing another powerhouse for the North. + +The better choice was clear. + +This was why the young men of Valora Continent were throwing themselves at Amara. + +They weren't fools. + +They had calculated the opportunity. + +Winning Amara's favor meant leaping past hundreds of years of struggle. + +It was a shortcut to power. + +A once-in-a-lifetime chance to change their fate. + +Max quickly connected the dots. + +He wasn't surprised anymore. + +In fact— + +This whole situation was perfectly reasonable. + +"So that's how it is." + +He had seen power plays before. + +This? + +This was just another game. + +And Max? + +He had no interest in playing it. + +If these fools wanted to waste their time chasing status through marriage, let them. + +The Mourning Depths wouldn't care who they were married to. + +And in the end— + +Only strength mattered. + +"There's one too many!" + +Old Man Grey's voice carried a hint of irritation. + +His sharp gaze swept over the group, landing on the last person to step forward. + +A young genius who had scrambled to get into the team at the last second. + +Realizing the problem, the young man turned toward Max with a forced, friendly smile. + +"Hey, brother, could you help me out here and…" + +His voice was polite, but his eyes held expectation. + +He wanted Max to step out voluntarily. + +Max found this hilarious. + +'I don't even know this guy. On what basis would I give up my spot for him?' + +His lips twitched. + +'Does he think kindness exists in the Mourning Depths?' + +Before Max could even respond, Old Man Grey cut in. + +"You talk too much!" + +Old Man Grey's voice hardened. + +His expression darkened slightly, filled with impatience. + +Then, without hesitation, he pointed at the last genius. + +"According to order, you will step out!" + +A firm decision. No room for negotiation. + +The moment the words fell— + +The young genius stiffened. + +Like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him. + +His face twisted with frustration, disappointment—but he didn't argue. + +Instead, he lowered his head and stepped back. + +Max didn't even spare him another glance. + +Instead his gaze flickered over the remaining team members. + +His mind quickly assessed their strength. + +Almost all of them were between level 1 and level 5 of the Seeker Rank. + +Far from weak. + +But also—far from truly strong. + +They were leagues below the true leaders of the Valora Continent. + +Max's fingers tapped against his chin. + +'Interesting. If I'm in the same squad as these people, it's actually better for me.' + +If the team had been full of powerhouses, then conflict would have been inevitable. + +But with this mix of overly ambitious geniuses? + +They would be easier to control. + +Amara had unintentionally filled the squad with her admirers. + +And Max? + +He wasn't complaining. + +'Well… I guess I should thank her for this.' + +A smirk played at the corner of his lips. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-304.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-304.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0948cb2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-304.md @@ -0,0 +1,360 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 304: A Map" +slug: "ch-304" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 304 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Let's go!" + +Old Man Grey didn't wait. + +He stepped into the spatial gate, his body swallowed by the swirling mist. + +Max followed. + +As his foot crossed the threshold, a strange pull tugged at his very being. + +A feeling of being sucked into an entirely different world. + +Then— + +Darkness. + +A chilling mist wrapped around him, and the Divine Palace vanished from view. + +Then— + +One by one, more squads stepped forward. + +More figures disappeared into the hazy void. + +Each squad containing exactly ten geniuses. + +Each one vanishing into the Mourning Depths. + +Until only the leaders were left behind. + +Palace Master Hugh looked around at the remaining leaders of the various regions. + +A faint smirk played on his lips. + +"Hehe, only we are left." + +His tone was casual, but there was an underlying weight to his words. + +His gaze flickered over the assembled kings, guild masters, and top-ranked warriors. + +Then—he stepped forward. + +"Let's go as well." + +But just as the leaders prepared to enter, a voice interrupted them. + +Azula. + +She spoke slowly, deliberately. + +And her words? + +They stopped everyone in their tracks. + +"The Mourning Depths is very old… perhaps the oldest forbidden land in the Lower Domain." + +That alone wasn't surprising. + +But her next words? + +They sent a ripple through the air. + +"Don't you all wonder how this came to be?" + +Silence. + +"How the Mourning Depths was created?" + +Her golden eyes gleamed. + +"What history led to this?" + +The question hung in the air. + +It was a question that held far too much weight. + +A question that, if truly pursued, could change their entire understanding of this place. + +And yet— + +Few reacted. + +Because the Mourning Depths had always existed. + +Since the beginning of recorded history, it had been a constant. + +It erupted every three years. + +It devoured those who failed. + +It rewarded those who conquered it. + +And so— + +It had simply become part of their world. + +A cycle. A tradition. + +Something no one questioned. + +Because in the end— + +They weren't here for answers. + +They were here for treasures. For Bone Frames. For Domains. + +Most of the leaders dismissed her words. + +What did it matter how it began? + +It existed. That was enough. + +But still— + +There were some who couldn't help but wonder. + +Some who felt a strange pull. + +Because what if— + +What if the truth of the Mourning Depths was far more terrifying than they had ever imagined? + +And what if— + +They had been blindly walking into something they never truly understood? + +King Magnar's eyes gleamed. + +He was one such person. + +Unlike most of the other leaders, he cared. + +The Mourning Depths' mysteries had always intrigued him. + +And it wasn't just curiosity. + +It was frustration. + +Every three years, he and Envoy Lucas ventured deeper than the others. + +Every time, they stayed longer. Explored more. + +And yet— + +They never found anything new. + +The same ruins. The same dangers. The same unknowns. + +Their efforts had been meaningless. + +No matter how deep they went, they never uncovered the truth. + +So now— + +When Azula spoke those words, his focus sharpened immediately. + +"What do you suggest?" + +His voice was calm. + +But everyone could feel it. + +The weight behind those words. + +Azula smiled. + +She knew she had their attention now. + +And then— + +She simply said three words. + +"I have a map." + +The moment the words left her lips— + +The entire hall froze. + +Silence. + +Then—sharp intakes of breath. + +Not just surprise. + +Shock. Disbelief. Suspicion. + +Because what she was claiming—should be impossible. + +For millennia, the greatest explorers, the strongest warriors, the most brilliant minds— + +They had all tried. + +Tried to chart the Mourning Depths. + +Tried to create even the vaguest of maps. + +And they all failed. + +Because the paths always changed. + +Every eruption shifted the terrain. + +Every route twisted and altered itself. + +Even the most advanced formations, the most precise tracking artifacts— + +Nothing worked. + +A map was simply impossible. + +So now— + +For Azula to claim she had one? + +It was unthinkable. + +It was absurd. + +It was—dangerous. + +The leaders' breaths grew shallow. + +Their minds raced. + +Some wanted to call her bluff. + +Some wanted to demand proof. + +And some? + +Some were already calculating. + +Because if this was true— + +Then everything they thought they knew about the Mourning Depths… + +Was wrong. + +Because a map of Mourning Depths simply couldn't exist. + +Envoy Lucas's eyes narrowed. + +His voice was calm, but his words carried sharp intent. + +"How accurate is this thing? And what is your source?" + +The weight of his question hung in the air. + +This wasn't something anyone could ignore. + +A map of the Mourning Depths was unthinkable. + +If she truly had one, it would change everything. + +But if she was lying…𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +There would be consequences. + +Azula smiled. + +Completely unfazed. + +Her golden eyes glowed with amusement. + +"We will know about the accuracy once we are inside." + +A simple, evasive answer. + +But her next words carried even more weight. + +"As for the source? I trust my source more than any of you here." + +A pause. + +Then—a cold silence. + +Her statement made everyone frown. + +Because if her words were true… + +Then this wasn't just some fabricated scheme. + +This was something real. + +In truth, there was no benefit in lying. + +No one would gain anything by falsely claiming to have a map of the Mourning Depths. + +It was useless as a deception. + +If it was fake, they would know immediately. + +So then— + +If Azula was so confident, then… + +Did she really have a genuine map? + +King Magnar remained silent for a long moment. + +His mind processed everything. Calculated the risks. + +Then—he made his decision. + +"Alright." + +His voice cut through the tension. + +Everyone turned to him. + +"Once we enter the 1000-mile area, we will follow your lead." + +A sharp warning followed. + +"But only after we confirm the authenticity of the map." + +A flicker of approval passed through Envoy Lucas's gaze. + +A wise approach. + +A balance between opportunity and caution. + +Azula's lips curled into a smirk. + +She had expected this. + +"It's a deal then." + +Her voice was pleased. Certain. + +Palace Master Hugh exhaled. + +He had been waiting long enough. + +"Let's get going then." + +Without another word, he stepped forward—vanishing into the entrance of the Mourning Depths. + +One by one—the other leaders followed. + +And then— + +The hall fell silent. + +The Divine Palace, once filled with tension, was now empty. + +Because now— + +The true expedition had begun. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-305.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-305.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e760bc3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-305.md @@ -0,0 +1,306 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 305: A Fool’s Dream" +slug: "ch-305" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 305 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1061 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The air was wrong. + +Max stood still, his eyes narrowing as the mist clung to his skin. + +It wasn't ordinary fog. + +It was alive, thick with intent, carrying the weight of something ancient and corrupted. + +10,000 miles from the Mourning Depths' center, and already the environment was suffocating. + +Here, infernal energy didn't just float— + +It dripped. + +Tiny, bead-like droplets shimmered faintly in the haze, drifting through the air like floating ink in water. + +They were everywhere. + +In front of his face. + +Under his boots. + +Pressing against his skin like cold breath from a sleeping beast. + +And beneath that— + +A deep, almost inaudible hum. + +A constant, low thrum vibrating through the earth, as if the Mourning Depths itself were alive. + +Max could feel it. + +His own energy, his own mana and soul force, being pulled, like invisible strings were tugging at his very soul. + +It wasn't violent. + +It was subtle. Gentle. Almost like seduction. + +But there was a darkness underneath. + +Max inhaled slowly. + +His expression remained composed, but in his heart—he was cautious. + +'This infernal energy… it's not just floating here. It's condensed. Like purest form of energy.' + +He extended a hand slightly, brushing the air. + +The droplets of energy responded— + +they moved toward him. + +Drawn to the black flames sleeping within his body. + +His eyes darkened. + +'If I could absorb this with my black flames... maybe...' + +He stopped himself. + +Shook his head. + +No. + +He knew better. + +As alluring as it was— + +Infernal energy was not meant for humans. + +It corrupted. + +It ate away at your life, your sanity, your very sense of self. + +Even if he could force it into himself—what would it do to him? + +Would it enhance him? + +Or destroy him from the inside out? + +Still, the thought lingered. + +He wasn't dismissing the idea. + +Just… delaying it. + +'Not now. Not yet.' + +Just as he withdrew his hand— + +A voice. + +Sharp. + +High-pitched. + +Unbearably smug. + +"Hehe, Max, what do you think? The atmosphere here is great!" + +Max's jaw tightened. + +He didn't even need to turn. + +He already knew. + +That voice was like sandpaper on his patience. + +Every syllable delivered with forced cheer, + +each word meant to sound friendly—but it carried the sting of mocking venom. + +Max slowly turned his head. + +There he was. + +The Monarch lapdog. + +The same idiot who'd been grinning at him during the squad selection. + +The one who'd looked at him like a predator sizing up prey— + +But with the arrogance of someone who'd never seen a real battlefield. + +The guy was still smiling. + +Eyes gleaming with misplaced confidence. + +He leaned in slightly, voice dropping just a bit. + +"Max, I guess when we're 1,500 miles in, you'll keep going deeper, right? How about we go together? We can take care of each other, haha!" + +That fake laugh. + +That attempt at camaraderie. + +It was disgusting. + +But what annoyed Max more wasn't the tone— + +It was the subtle wave of perception hidden beneath the words. + +The man was trying to probe him. + +Attaching soul force to his speech— + +Fishing for information. + +Testing his mental state. His mood. His reaction + +Max slowly turned his full body to face him. + +No smile. + +No fake civility. + +His voice came out low. + +Sharp. Precise. + +Like a knife pressed into ice. + +"Sorry. I'm not interested." + +The Monarch follower blinked—taken aback by the blunt rejection. + +But Max wasn't done. + +His eyes flashed once—dark and dangerous. + +"Also…" + +"It would do you good to stop trying to probe me by attaching your soul force to your words." + +The tone wasn't loud. + +It wasn't threatening. + +But the warning was undeniable. + +The space between them fell into silence. + +Even the mist around them seemed to pause for a heartbeat. + +The Monarch lackey's body stiffened. + +He hadn't expected Max to catch him. + +His probing technique was subtle—the kind of trick even seasoned warriors would dismiss as irritation or noise. + +But Max had caught it immediately. + +Called him out, directly, in front of everyone. + +And not just that—he hadn't reacted emotionally at all. + +He simply shut it down, without flinching. + +'This kid is too damn sharp…' + +The grin on the Monarch follower's face faded. + +Slight tremble in his jaw. He quickly lowered his gaze. + +He wouldn't forget this. + +But he wouldn't challenge Max again… + +Not here. Not yet. + +The group didn't stop moving. + +Old Man Grey strode ahead, his steps steady despite the heavy atmosphere and the dragging mist. + +His eyes were closed, his long white brows fluttering slightly as the infernal wind brushed past him. + +Then—he spoke. + +"From here on out, we are 8,500 miles away from the 1,500-mile safe zone of the Mourning Depths." + +His voice carried age and gravity, pulling the attention of every member in the squad. + +"At our current pace, our journey on foot will take anywhere between ten days to a full month."𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +"During this time, you must follow my orders without question." + +He turned slightly, opening his eyes. They were old… but sharp. + +"If we encounter an infernal being—You absolutely cannot act on your own. You absolutely cannot!" + +His voice dropped an octave on those final words. + +A layer of deadly seriousness hung in the air. + +"Otherwise…" + +"You might doom us all." + +Of course, not everyone took his words seriously. + +Especially not the red-haired youth near the rear of the group. + +His features were sharp, his nose slightly long, his eyes full of arrogance and self-importance. + +He scoffed, then asked with mock interest— + +"Infernal being? What infernal being, hm?" + +His tone was light, even playful. + +He had no intention of hiding the cocky smirk on his face. + +He wasn't trying to mock the old man—but he wasn't taking him seriously, either. + +This was the Mourning Depths—sure. + +It was dangerous. Everyone knew that. + +But he had come here prepared. + +Trained. Armed. Talented. + +He wasn't just strong. + +He had a plan. + +His eyes weren't on the mist. + +They weren't on the gray skies or the blackened trees. + +They were on Amara. + +That graceful, aloof figure walking just a few steps ahead. + +'Even if I don't save her, I just need one good moment…' + +He could picture it already— + +An ambush, a fight. + +Everyone hesitates. + +But he moves. + +Steps forward. Fights like a hero. + +Even if he takes a hit—that's part of the image. + +In that moment, he could already imagine— + +Amara looks back. Her expression softens. + +"Who is he…?" + +That moment, that glance—that was all he needed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-306.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-306.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04f2130 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-306.md @@ -0,0 +1,276 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 306: Bored" +slug: "ch-306" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 306 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +To him, this trip wasn't about treasure. + +It wasn't about domains. + +Not even about survival. + +This was his golden chance to marry into power. + +If he could win Amara's favor— + +even a little— + +Then everything else? + +Every lucky chance, every secret, every hidden ruin? + +All of it was garbage by comparison. + +He just needed the right moment. + +And if Old Man Grey thought some "infernal being" could scare him out of it? + +He was sadly mistaken. + +Max gave the red-haired genius a long, cold glance. + +'Did this guy… only come here for Amara?' + +The thought itself was ridiculous. + +This wasn't a banquet or a martial arts exhibition. + +This was the Mourning Depths. + +Infernal Beings were the baseline danger—the bare minimum threat you were expected to face. + +And this guy didn't even know that? + +'He's already doomed.' + +Max didn't say it out loud. + +He didn't need to. + +The way the guy spoke, the arrogance in his tone, the delusional gleam in his eyes— + +It was clear. + +He wouldn't last long. + +Old Man Grey kept walking, but his pace slowed. + +His voice was gravelly, but sharp—cutting through the fog like a blade. + +"Around the Mourning Depths, there are many strange beings." + +He didn't sugarcoat it. + +"Infernal Beings. Creatures born from the thick infernal energy. Bizarre. Enigmatic. Unnatural." + +He glanced behind him at the group. + +"No one knows where they come from. No one understands their biology. They simply exist—bred by the rot of this cursed land." + +Then, his voice lowered, becoming darker. + +"In normal times, they're buried deep within. Dormant. Unmoving. We wouldn't fear them." + +He paused. + +"But during the eruptions… some of them get projected to the outer layers." + +"If you encounter one of those—" + +His next words were flat and terrifying. + +"—you run. Far. Fast. You run and pray it doesn't follow." + +A long silence followed. + +The young geniuses—the ones who had joined just to impress Amara— + +All stood silent. + +Some clenched their fists. + +Others looked at the ground. + +They were proud. + +But they weren't stupid. + +They understood now—no matter how great their backgrounds were, + +no matter how talented— + +Their flashy martial techniques and elemental combos would mean nothing here if they made the wrong move. + +One mistake. One wrong step. And they'd never walk out of the fog. + +Old Man Grey wasn't finished. + +His eyes scanned them again, his face hard. + +"Good. If there aren't any more questions…" + +He paused deliberately. No one spoke. + +"Then let's move. But before we begin—one more thing." + +His voice took on a colder edge. + +"Avoid fighting whenever possible. But if you're truly forced…" + +He raised a single finger. + +"Then suppress your strength." + +He turned his hand over, palm to the sky. + +"Use no more than thirty percent of your power. Not forty. Not fifty." + +"If you flare up your full aura—if you unleash a wave of mana or soul force—" + +He stopped walking. + +"You'll stir the depths. And the Mourning Depths… will respond." + +The tone he used made the temperature feel like it dropped several degrees. + +Everyone listened. + +Except one. + +The red-haired guy furrowed his brow, his mouth twitching with irritation. + +He looked like he was barely listening. + +A kid who didn't like being lectured. + +Old Man Grey's eyes narrowed. + +He fixed his gaze directly on him. + +"This isn't playtime for children." + +A sharp, piercing tone. + +"Hey. You. Can you hear me?" + +The red-haired genius looked up, face tight with annoyance. + +"I heard you," he replied shortly. + +A nod—perfunctory, dismissive. + +"I'm not a child." + +Old Man Grey didn't argue. + +He just stared for a moment longer—then turned around. + +"Let's go." + +His tone was final. + +No one else said a word. + +The squad moved forward into the thickening mist—step by step—toward the death-wrapped silence of the Mourning Depths. + +As one, the group moved forward. + +Ten people, one guide, and a path leading into the mouth of a world no one understood. + +The first 8,500 miles were known to be relatively safe—by the Mourning Depths' standards, at least. + +There were no ambushes. + +No betrayals. + +No genius slaughtering another under the pretense of an accident. + +Not this early. + +With Old Man Grey leading the way, even the few natural dangers that did appear were swiftly avoided. + +He never explained how he spotted them, but he did. + +And no one questioned his judgment. + +Of course, with so many people together, and the Divine Palace demanding a cut of any gains, the rewards were pitiful. + +Any lucky chance they encountered—be it herbs, bones, broken runes, or lost trinkets—was either split into insignificance, or claimed by the Divine Palace outright. + +So yes, they were safe… + +But it was the kind of safety that suffocated ambition. + +As the days passed, the world around them didn't change. + +It remained gray. Bleak. Lifeless. + +The mist had a weight to it, like it clung to their clothes and thoughts. + +The sky above was clouded in dark fog, but the stars—glimmering faintly—served as their only compass. + +They walked on ground littered with jagged, red stone, uneven and sharp. + +Max occasionally glanced down at the surface. + +There were no patterns. No formations. Just a scarred, broken land, as if something ancient had clawed through it. + +Sometimes, he spotted broken stone tablets half-buried in the dust. + +Old things. Cracked. + +Faint etchings of long-forgotten languages etched across their surface. + +But time had erased most of it. + +The runes were just fragments of a civilization that no longer remembered its own name. + +The first day or two? + +Everyone behaved. + +Quiet. Focused. + +But after six days, things began to unravel. + +The silence was too much. + +No infernal beings. No danger. No action. + +Nothing but walking. + +Endless walking in a dead land that refused to even acknowledge their presence. + +The group was made up of young geniuses, after all. + +They had grown up with conflict, power, challenge, and prestige. + +Here? + +They were just ten ants wandering through the fog. + +And ants get bored. + +Some started muttering under their breath. + +Some sharpened their weapons for the tenth time that morning. + +Some kicked rocks aimlessly, or stared at the gray sky, searching for meaning. + +A few had started to hope—desperately hope—that something would happen.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +A beast. + +A battle. + +A lucky chance. + +Anything. + +Even danger, now, would be welcome. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-307.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-307.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab37bcf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-307.md @@ -0,0 +1,304 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 307: Replacing Slaughter with Infernal Energy" +slug: "ch-307" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 307 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1103 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max watched the group in silence. + +He saw the restlessness building. + +The red-haired genius, in particular, was growing edgy. + +The kind of edginess that didn't come from fear—but from wanting to be seen. + +Then— + +The silence finally snapped. + +Six days of uneventful walking, of mist and stone and nothing else— + +And the red-haired genius couldn't take it anymore. + +His voice rose, loud and impatient. + +"I say that we can go faster! There's nothing here but fog and rocks!" + +He threw up his arms, exasperated, stepping forward in frustration. + +"We're crawling at a snail's pace—hundreds of miles per day? That's nothing! If I could fly, we'd be done in hours!" + +His words were sharp, childish, and they echoed off the stone around them like the rant of a restless child. + +"We've walked this far and haven't even seen a single damn thing! What kind of evil are you even afraid of?!" + +Some of the other geniuses shifted uneasily. + +A few looked away. + +But none said anything. + +Not yet. + +The air changed. + +Without a word, Old Man Grey stopped walking. + +Slow. + +Deliberate. + +Then—his head turned. + +His body remained still, but his face snapped toward the red-haired youth with unnatural precision— + +Like a beast who'd just been provoked. + +His gaze? + +Ice cold. Piercing. Ancient. + +The red-haired genius froze. + +His mouth stayed open, mid-breath, but no more words came. + +Old Man Grey's voice cut through the fog. + +"The dangers of the Mourning Depths are not as simple as you think they are." + +He didn't shout. + +He didn't need to. + +His voice held the kind of weight that made bones ache. + +"You should already be glad you're still breathing." + +The words hit harder than a slap. + +"So shut your damn trap." + +A heavy pause. + +"Once we arrive within 1500 miles, my role is done. At that point, do whatever you like. Fly, crawl, scream. Hell, jump into the Mourning Depths itself for all I care." + +But the red-haired genius—he didn't back down. + +Not completely. + +His pride flared like a torch in a storm. + +His eyes narrowed, voice raising once more—this time with anger. + +"How interesting!" + +He stepped forward, crossing his arms, not even trying to mask the venom in his tone. + +"Why do we even need you to guide us, huh?" + +His gaze locked onto Old Man Grey like a challenge. + +"Why do you so-called 'supervisors' come with us at all?" + +"To monitor us? To make sure we don't find anything valuable without giving you your share?" + +Now the others were listening. + +Some silently nodded. + +Others looked uncomfortable. + +But no one interrupted. + +The red-haired youth kept going, his arrogance boiling over. + +"Or maybe you're afraid we'll kill each other or is there something else you aren't telling us?" + +His words dripped with sarcasm, with disrespect. + +"With you leading the way, who's to say you aren't pocketing the treasures before we even see them?" + +He pointed at the empty road ahead. + +"We haven't seen a single thing! If something actually does show up, I bet you'd be the first to run and leave us behind!" + +And then— + +The final insult. + +"We came here for lucky chances, not to babysit some tired old man and act as cannon fodder for his convenience!" + +Old Man Grey's expression turned black as ash. + +His gaze locked onto the red-haired youth—stone-cold. Unforgiving. Done. + +Then, his voice—flat and thunderous— + +"If you're not willing to follow me… then f*ck off." + +No pretense. + +No explanation. + +Just raw dismissal. + +The silence that followed was deafening. + +The red-haired youth stiffened for a moment. + +Then, he snorted loudly, trying to save face. + +"Hmph! Who's afraid of you, old man?" + +He turned, raising his voice. + +"Let's go! Come on, everyone! We don't need him!" + +His shout echoed across the dead terrain. + +Strong. Bold. Demanding. + +But— + +No one moved. + +Not a single footstep. + +Not a single nod. + +Not even a glance of support. + +The fog pressed in around them, silent and suffocating. + +The other geniuses… just stood where they were. + +Some lowered their gazes. + +Some looked away. + +Max folded his arms, quietly amused. + +'What a clown.' + +Because everyone knew the truth. + +Old Man Grey wasn't just a guide. + +He was a lifeline. + +Leaving him behind now, here—this far into the Mourning Depths—was the same as signing a death warrant. + +Yes, it meant giving up on a few scattered lucky chances… but they hadn't come here for scraps. + +Their real goal was the 1,500-mile radius zone. + +That was where the real opportunities lay. + +That was where Bone Frames, Infernal Demon Tattoos, and real fortune existed. + +Out here in the outer 8,500 miles? + +There was nothing. + +So even if Old Man Grey kept every single treasure they passed—no one cared. + +They were here to survive. + +To reach the inner zone. + +The red-haired youth? + +He didn't understand the difference between pride and stupidity. + +While others grew restless— + +While tempers flared and egos cracked beneath the weight of silence and boredom— + +Max remained indifferent. + +He didn't spare the red-haired fool another glance. + +Didn't comment. + +Didn't react. + +Because for Max, this journey wasn't just a march through the fog. + +It was training. + +Over the past six days, he had been refining a technique in silence. + +Each night. + +Each resting hour. + +While others slept or whispered or schemed— + +Max sat cross-legged and drew circles of lightning with his will. + +Not just lightning for the sake of destruction. + +But lightning given form. Meaning. Purpose. + +The Lightning Wheel of Samsara. + +A technique of his own making, born from fragments of something far darker. + +Something ancient. + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara. + +What he practiced now was only a poor replica. + +A weak shadow of the original technique— + +One that was rooted not in lightning, but in slaughter itself. + +The true Evil Wheel of Samsara required more than power. + +It demanded an understanding of killing. + +A soul that had tasted blood, embraced the cycle of destruction, and danced at the edge of life and death. + +A Slaughter Concept. + +And Max… wasn't there yet. + +Not fully. + +His current Lightning Wheel was nothing more than a child's drawing next to the true thing. + +But he was getting closer. + +And now, deep inside the Mourning Depths— + +Max found himself surrounded by dense infernal energy, an atmosphere saturated with death, violence, and twisted will. + +It was nearly identical to the aura required to awaken the original technique. + +It wasn't the same… + +But it was close. + +His lightning was already reacting strangely. + +Arcs flared faster. + +The wheel spun smoother. + +It carried a faint pulse of something beyond electricity. + +Something darker. + +And Max? + +He didn't resist it. + +Didn't reject it. + +He leaned into it—willing to test the limits. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-308.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-308.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e2fb7ba --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-308.md @@ -0,0 +1,358 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 308: A Wailing Ghost" +slug: "ch-308" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 308 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1106 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The red-haired youth's face twisted in anger and disbelief. + +No one moved. + +No one followed. + +His bold declaration—his dramatic rebellion— + +had been met with silence. + +The silence of rejection. + +He tried to pretend it didn't bother him. + +Tried to convince himself it wasn't about face. + +But in reality… + +It was always about Amara. + +And she didn't even spare him a glance. + +She stood a short distance away, composed, aloof— + +Her breathing calm. Her expression indifferent. + +To her, he didn't even exist. + +He clenched his fists. + +Jaw tight. + +Ego bleeding. + +He wanted to curse them all. + +Spit out some final, venom-laced line before storming off into the fog alone. + +But he never got the chance. + +Suddenly— + +A sound tore through the mist. + +Not a voice. + +Not a human. + +Not a language. + +It was a wail. + +A sound of something twisted. + +Alive, but not right. + +It was high-pitched, broken, + +like glass grinding inside flesh, + +like something dying and laughing at the same time. + +The red-haired youth froze mid-step. + +Everyone did. + +Weapons were drawn immediately. + +Steel. Flame. Shadow. Lightning. + +A dozen types of power flared up in an instant. + +Max narrowed his eyes.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +His Lightning Wheel of Samsara trembled in his palm, the energy inside it suddenly unstable—as if whatever screamed had affected it. + +Old Man Grey didn't hesitate. + +He reached behind his back and pulled out a crescent-shaped sickle—worn, cracked in places, but glowing with a strange black-blue aura. + +His body tensed, spine straight, muscles taut like a drawn bow. + +His face was still—but his eyes were fire. + +"Without my order—" he said, voice low, sharp, absolute, "Do. Not. Act." + +The air around them shifted instantly. + +The joking atmosphere, the boredom, the bravado—all vanished. + +Even the red-haired youth stood frozen, no longer proud. + +Because now, they weren't imagining what the Mourning Depths could hold. + +Now, they were hearing it. + +And it was coming closer. + +Step by step. + +Through the fog. + +Dragging its broken wail behind it. + +Something was approaching— + +And it was not human. + +"Ahhh!!" + +The scream cut through the fog like a jagged blade—not human, not animal—something in between, something wrong. + +Then— + +A gray shadow burst from the mist. + +Fast. Violent. Silent no longer. + +It darted toward the group like a vengeful arrow, its form shifting and contorting, legs bent the wrong way, arms dragging behind it, mouth wide open—unhinged like a beast. + +Its target? + +The red-haired youth. + +Of course. + +The one who shouted. + +The one who complained. + +The one who drew attention. + +The one who nearly left the group behind. + +Now— + +He was the one who would bear the first strike. + +Old Man Grey's eyes widened. + +He opened his mouth— + +"Don't be nervous! This is only—" + +But the words were cut off. + +Too slow. + +Too late. + +The red-haired youth shouted back— + +"Go DIE!" + +His body lunged forward. + +His sword glowed deep blue— + +a blade of compressed Wing Aura extending off its edge like a spectral wing. + +And in that moment— + +he didn't hold back. + +Not even a little. + +This wasn't defense. + +This wasn't calculated combat. + +This was a full-force vent. + +A boiling storm of wounded pride and reckless rage. + +BOOM! + +The sword light roared out like a comet. + +The very space around it trembled— + +warped, as if reality itself feared what was coming. + +The fog split open. + +The gray shadow was pierced, its twisted form lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the strike. + +Infernal energy in the surroundings scattered like broken threads. + +Pressure exploded outward, shaking the air, blowing everyone's robes back. + +The wind howled. + +The stone underfoot cracked. + +For a brief moment— + +the Mourning Depths itself… seemed to shudder. + +The red-haired youth stood tall. + +Chest heaving. + +Eyes wide with adrenaline. + +He believed he had won. + +Believed he'd proven his strength. + +Believed he had erased his shame. + +But what he didn't know— + +Was that he had just broken the rule. + +Old Man Grey had said it. + +Warned them all: + +"Suppress your strength. Never go above 30%. Do not stir the infernal energy." + +But this idiot—this idiot had cut the entire atmosphere apart. + +Old Man Grey's expression snapped. + +His face flushed red with fury, his voice no longer calm or ancient—but raw, sharp, laced with the tone of someone who had just watched a fool crack open a coffin they'd been told not to touch. + +"Do you want to kill us all?!" + +He roared, pointing a finger toward the red-haired youth. + +"I told you not to use your full strength—not to create waves—not to stir the damn infernal energy—!" + +But the idiot didn't even flinch. + +No remorse. + +No realization. + +He barked back like a rabid dog. + +"Fuck off!" + +Spit flew from his lips. + +His voice rose with arrogant fury. + +"I don't serve you! Why the hell should I care what you want?" + +He turned to the others, flinging his arm toward the silent crowd of geniuses. + +"And all of you! Pathetic cowards! Bowing your heads to the Divine Palace like scared dogs! These restrictions, these 'rules'—you let them bind you like chains!" + +His chest rose and fell. + +Rage. + +Bitterness. + +Years of it. + +And it all poured out like poison now. + +But what no one had known— + +not until this very moment— + +Was that his rage ran deeper than ego. + +It was fear. + +He wasn't from a powerful family. + +Not truly. + +His current faction, though it granted him resources, was a place of backstabbing smiles and knife-point friendships. + +Every day, he lived with the fear that someone he drank with would poison his tea. + +That his own "brother" in arms would slit his throat in the night just to move one step ahead. + +That was the reality of many factions in the Valora Continent—especially for those at the bottom. + +He didn't trust them. + +Never had. + +That's why he was here—why he chased Amara so desperately. + +Not for romance. + +But for freedom. + +For safety. + +For a future where he wouldn't be hunted by his own side. + +But now, no matter how loud he yelled—no one answered. + +No one defended him. + +No one argued. + +No one clapped. + +Only silence. + +And that silence… + +was terrifying. + +And now he was feeling the same thing. + +Everyone was silent as they looked at him. + +And he liked this feeling. + +At first, he felt liberated. + +Unburdened. + +Like he'd finally said everything that needed to be said. + +But it was only a moment later he noticed something. + +The others stayed quiet. + +But not in support. + +Not in shock. + +There was something else in their eyes—a tension. + +A horror. + +A look like they were already mourning him. + +Then— + +A voice, calm but cold. + +Amara. + +She raised a hand—pointing. + +Her skin pale. + +"You… your leg…" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-309.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-309.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f437736 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-309.md @@ -0,0 +1,418 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 309: A Horrifying Scene" +slug: "ch-309" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 309 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1246 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"My leg? What's wrong with my leg?" + +The red-haired youth's voice trembled as he jerked his head down. + +He hadn't felt anything. + +Not a sting. Not a cut. + +Just—silence. + +Then he saw it. + +And something inside him snapped. + +His legs—his flesh—had already rotted away. + +The skin was gone. + +The muscle was gone. + +All that remained were wet, blood-slick bones standing where his legs used to be. + +And still—his body hadn't caught up. + +His mind was frozen. + +Stuck between panic and denial. + +The blood and pus that oozed from his ruined limbs— + +sank into the ground silently. + +The dark-gray stone of the Mourning Depths + +drank the fluid like thirsting soil. + +And then— + +it changed. + +Beneath him, the ground turned a deep, hellish crimson. + +As if the blood itself awakened something buried beneath. + +"AhhhhhhHH!" + +He screamed. + +This time, it was human. + +A sound of someone who just realized they weren't dying—they were being unmade. + +He fell backwards, collapsing to the stone floor in a frantic sprawl. + +And as soon as his hands touched the ground— + +They began to rot. + +Instantly. + +Skin sloughing off like wet cloth. + +Flesh liquefying, sliding off bone like hot wax. + +His fingers dissolved. + +His wrists followed. + +Then the blood started bubbling. + +Dark. Thick. Sickly sweet in its stench. + +"No… no… no…" + +He gasped and gurgled. + +Hands clawing at air, eyes wide and unblinking, as chunks of his body dropped off with every motion. + +He tried to crawl away. + +But with every inch, he left behind bloody trails of half-melted muscle and shredded organs. + +His thighs turned to pulp. + +His waist slumped, barely held together by torn sinew. + +And yet—he was still alive. + +Still aware. + +The smell was unbearable. + +It wasn't just death— + +it was corruption made manifest. + +"SAVE ME! SAVE ME!!" + +Finally, he remembered. + +Old Man Grey. + +The guide. The only one who might know something—anything. + +He reached out a rotting, skeletal hand, palm out, shaking with terror, dripping blood and strings of meat. + +"Please! Help me!!" + +But Old Man Grey—stepped back. + +Twice. + +Eyes wide. + +Face pale. + +Voice hoarse. + +"No one approach him!" + +His words cut like a whip. + +And no one disobeyed. + +Not because of respect. + +But because they were already backing away. + +Kacha! + +His bones cracked—not with force, but with a sound like ancient wood splintering in a storm. + +His legs collapsed inward. + +The femurs—once proud, strong—crumbled into fine gray dust, as if they'd aged ten thousand years in seconds. + +And it didn't stop there. + +The rot was no longer just a physical thing. + +It had entered the marrow. + +It had seeped into time. + +His spine curved, caving in. + +Shoulders sagged. + +Every joint popped and cracked and then shattered, like glass under pressure. + +Then—his hair paled. + +Not slowly—not gradually— + +But in two breaths, it turned into dry, brittle hay, the kind that would crumble at a touch. + +His face… + +Once youthful and proud—became tight, wrinkled, and hollow. + +Skin turned to bark. + +Eyes sank, vanishing into deep, black pits. + +His cheeks hollowed out like a mummy pulled from its tomb. + +He reached out. + +His left arm stretched, trembling—not toward a person. + +Not toward salvation. + +But toward nothing. + +A meaningless, pitiful reach—as if trying to grasp existence itself before it slipped through his fingers. + +A groan slipped from his throat—low, wet, full of despair. + +And then— + +Crack. + +His arm shattered, breaking into dust and chunks, raining onto the blood-soaked stones. + +The last thing anyone saw—was his torso melting, his ribcage folding in, his organs liquefying, turning into a thick, black-red syrup. + +His whole body collapsed into a puddle of blood, rot, and gore. + +Slosh. + +It all slumped down. + +A heap of viscous, stinking fluid, where a man once stood. + +Even that didn't last long. + +The ground drank it in. + +Every drop. + +Every shred. + +And the bones? + +What remained of them— + +turned to ash. + +A moment later—nothing remained. + +No bones. + +No body. + +No clothing. + +No trace. + +Just a small pile of red ash, barely enough to fill a hand. + +That was all. + +Everything else— + +His pride, his fear, his ambition, his voice— + +Had been erased. + +No one moved. + +No one breathed. + +They just stood there—frozen—staring at the crimson ashes where the red-haired youth had vanished. + +Not died. + +Vanished. + +Like a page torn from existence. + +Even the most ruthless among them—those who had killed in cold blood, who had crushed enemies, who had spilled blood for glory— + +They said nothing. + +Because this wasn't battle. + +This wasn't poison. + +This wasn't a fatal wound. + +This was decay. Erasure. + +A slow, grotesque unraveling of life… that none of them could stop. + +Or even understand. + +Even Max—with his calm mind, steady heart, and will like tempered steel— + +Felt it. + +A sharp chill, climbing from his lower back, shooting upward along his spine like a spear of ice aimed straight at the heavens. + +His fists clenched. + +Not out of fear. + +But instinct. + +That was not a natural death. + +It was a message. + +Old Man Grey, who had seen horrors most couldn't dream of, stood with a trembling breath stuck in his throat. + +He swallowed hard. + +A bead of sweat rolled down his weathered cheek and dripped to the blood-red stone below. + +He had survived dozens of expeditions into the Mourning Depths. + +He had seen bodies explode from within. + +People driven mad by cursed echoes. + +Men who aged a century in a minute. + +But this— + +This kind of death? + +He had never seen it. + +The wind no longer blew. + +The infernal mist around them… felt heavier. + +Thicker. + +As if the Mourning Depths itself + +was waiting. + +Watching. + +Tasting their fear. + +No one dared to speak. + +No one dared to exhale too loudly. + +Weapons remained unsheathed. + +Eyes scanned every inch of fog. + +Max stood still— + +Body tensed, breath shallow. + +His senses—usually sharp as blades, capable of detecting a flicker of killing intent from hundreds of meters—felt numb. + +He hadn't seen it. + +Hadn't sensed it. + +Hadn't felt a thing. + +And yet… + +He'd just watched someone die in the most horrifying way imaginable. + +He had come ready. + +Mentally. Physically. + +Prepared for battle— + +For swords and claws. + +For explosions of mana and deadly strikes in the fog. + +He thought the danger came from the infernal beings—that if one died in the Mourning Depths, it would be in combat, struggling against some abomination twisted by infernal energy. + +But now— + +He had seen a death with no attacker. + +No claws. + +No curse. + +No warning. + +Just… decay. + +Rot that crept silently through the soul, and devoured everything. + +And that, to Max—was more terrifying than any monster. + +Because the scariest thing in this world was never the strongest. + +It was the unknown. + +Ghosts? Gods? + +Those were titles. + +Names. + +Geniuses like them had long since stopped fearing superstition. Even the so-called "gods" were just mortals who stood too high. Ghosts? Just another class. Another trick. + +But this? + +This had no name. + +No shape. + +No origin. + +And that made it impossible to prepare for. + +In that moment— + +Max understood something chilling. + +They weren't geniuses here. + +Not now. + +Not in the face of this place. + +They were mortals again. + +Walking through a cursed night, surrounded by shadows that didn't speak, didn't move, but watched. + +The kind of fear that crept into the chest, settled in the spine, and made a man question if even blinking too loud might get him killed. + +They had only crossed 5,000 miles. + +Still 3,500 to go before reaching the 1,500-mile zone. + +This wasn't even the deep end. + +This was the edge. + +And already— + +Something unexplainable had claimed a life. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-31.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-31.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ce34a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-31.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 31: Secret Chamber" +slug: "ch-31" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 31 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1165 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"So, what are we doing here instead of going straight to the Storm Canyon?" Alice turned to Max, her gaze sweeping over the scorched landscape. Unlike the charred forest they had passed through, this area was devoid of trees. + +It was a desolate expanse of barren land, dotted with pools of bubbling lava that occasionally appeared scattered across the terrain. + +In the far distance, a towering volcanic mountain loomed, its peak occasionally spewing bursts of molten lava that illuminated the hazy sky with a fiery glow. + +"I told you before, we are searching for the secret chamber of the Burning Wild dungeon," Max said, glancing around as they walked across the scorched terrain. + +"Because of you, we're going to miss the boss fight," Alice said in frustration, firing a blazing arrow. + +The arrow streaked through the air, colliding with a small golem that appeared to be made of rocks and lava. It was a hideous amalgamation of molten rock and stone. + +Bang! + +The golem exploded upon impact, sending bursts of rocks and lava flying in all directions. + +"Did I tell you to tag along with me?" Max grinned back at her. "It was you who said, 'I need to know your true strength, so I'm going to stick with you,' something like that." He mimicked Alice's tone. + +"Humph, I had to check, obviously," Alice scoffed, looking back at Max. "If I'm going to recommend someone, I need to make sure their strength is sufficient. Otherwise, I might end up becoming the laughing stock of the entire guild if you fail." + +She added with a defeated expression, "Also, the hidden chamber of the Burning Wild hasn't been found for years now. What makes you think you can find it?" + +Max smiled at her words. "Because I know I can find it, that's why I'm here," he replied, glancing back at her. + +"Fine." Alice sighed and crossed her arms. "If the exit portal appears before us, then don't blame me for not warning you." + +Max shot her a smirk. "Sure." + +"Humph." Alice held her hands up in anger, but she forcefully calmed herself down. "Whatever. I've done what I came here for," she muttered to herself. + +Behind her, Amy walked, a soft smile gracing her lips as she watched Alice so engrossed. It was a rare sight—back at the guild, Alice had always been composed, her emotions carefully guarded. + +But here, after meeting Max, she seemed to have rediscovered a part of herself that Amy thought was long gone—the carefree version of Alice who would laugh openly and speak her mind without hesitation. + +After walking for a few more minutes, they arrived at a slightly different, but more dangerous area. + +"It's here," Max said excitedly, looking around. "The hidden chamber, it's here." + +Alice looked at the sight before her, her expression hardening. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?" she asked. "Look ahead, what do you see? How could the hidden chamber be in this messed-up place?" + +The scene ahead of them was fascinating in a strange way. + +Fountains of lava could be seen shooting into the air from time to time, all around the region in front of them. In fact, from where they stood, they could already see nine lava fountains shooting lava into the air. + +There were more black holes dotted across the area, where more lava fountains were brewing inside. + +"I know this place is dangerous, but I also know for sure that the secret chamber is somewhere in this region," Max said, pointing at the area before them. + +He added quickly, "You guys stay here, and I'll check this area out." + +Alice looked back at Max with wide eyes. "Are you serious? If the lava falls on you, you're dead. There's no turning back." + +"I know, but I have to go," Max said without hesitation. + +"Is that secret chamber—or whatever you think is in there—really so important that you're willing to risk your life for it?" Alice tried to reason with Max, her voice laced with concern. "Is it even worth it? We don't even know if the secret chamber is actually there. For all we know, you're throwing your life away for nothing." + +"It's worth it, believe me," Max said softly, his tone firm yet calm. He needed a flame-element skill to secure his place in the Phoenix Order guild. While it wasn't mandatory to have a fire-element class, he didn't want to take any chances. + +The upcoming guild selection at the start of the next month was his only shot, and he couldn't afford to miss it. + +As for the black flames he had obtained earlier, Max chose to keep them hidden. He suspected there was a big secret tied to the mysterious man who had guided him in the way of the sword and the bloodline he had inherited from the skeleton. + +Until he could uncover the truth, he preferred to keep this power under wraps. + +Besides, black flames were notorious for their dark reputation, often associated with destruction and forbidden power. He had no desire to become a public target or invite unnecessary attention to himself. + +"I'll be back," Max said before shooting toward the area where the lava fountains could be seen. His speed was so fast that by the time Alice and Amy reacted, Max had already reached the area. + +"That speed!" Alice was shocked, her eyes wide with astonishment. She had only seen a very few individuals with such speed. 'But they're all at the top of the rankings in the Novice rank of the Battle Realm.' + +"A-Alice, what should we do? He went... he went there," Amy said worriedly. + +Alice gritted her teeth in anger. "This guy is a total nutjob. I've wasted so many words on him for nothing." She sighed in the end, believing that with Max's speed, he probably wouldn't be in any real danger. + +"Anyway, let's keep a watch out for him." She said, looking at the figure in the distance. "If he gets injured, I'll go and bring him back and you will heal him." + +Amy nodded her head. + +--- + +'That feeling shot up as soon as I came here,' Max thought as he began looking around. + +With his Three Dimensional Body skill active, he didn't have to worry about the lava fountains. As long as he could see them, he could avoid them with his level 100 Swift Dash skill. + +Therefore, without any worry, Max began to dash around the entire area, searching for the secret chamber.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Only after a few minutes did he come to a stop before a black hole. + +"The secret chamber couldn't possibly be inside this hellhole, right?" Max murmured in disbelief. + +He had checked everywhere, and in the end, his Three Dimensional Body skill led him to this place. + +'It doesn't matter,' Max thought, looking back at Alice and Amy before glancing at the dark hole and jumping down without hesitation. "I hope my skill doesn't kill me." His voice echoed throughout the hole. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-310.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-310.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2f9b2f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-310.md @@ -0,0 +1,378 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 310: Darkness" +slug: "ch-310" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 310 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1259 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max clenched his fists. + +Not out of anger. + +Not even fear. + +But focus. + +If something like that was possible here… then anything was. + +The Mourning Depths had just reminded them all— + +They weren't hunters. + +They were prey. + +Amara's voice echoed gently in Old Man Grey's mind. + +Not with panic. Not with fear. + +But with the calm sharpness of someone trying to understand death before it claimed another. + +"Sir Grey… what was that?" + +For a moment—he didn't answer. + +His eyes were still locked on the ashes. + +His grip on the crescent sickle trembled—just a little. + +Then, with a vital essence transmission of his own, he finally spoke. + +And the weight of his words hit like a stone tossed into still water. + +"I'm… ashamed to say it," he began, slowly. + +"But this is the first time I've seen something like this." + +He glanced into the fog. His brows deeply furrowed. + +"That gray shadow from before… based on my experience, it was likely just a demonic ash fly. A minor creature. Something born from condensed infernal energy. Weak. Just a few hundred years old." + +Max, Amara, and the others listened in through the shared essence transmission— + +silent. + +The air itself had gone still. + +"But that death—" + +He hesitated. + +Then his voice lowered further, a whisper wrapped in fear. + +"That was not caused by the fly. I believe the mana storm just now—the one unleashed by that reckless fool—must've stirred something far more ancient." + +"An infernal being that was in deep slumber." + +The moment that phrase reached their minds— + +"a sleeping infernal being"— + +Everyone felt it. + +That cold grip at the back of their necks. + +A sense that something had looked directly at them, then chosen to look away… + +For now. + +Could it be a being flung outward during the eruption? + +One of the hidden ones that dwelled nearer the core, but now had drifted too far forward… + +Something that had no form, no sound, no soul? + +Something that saw disturbance as provocation? + +If that was true— + +if the mana surge had roused it— + +Then the red-haired genius hadn't just died. + +He'd opened a gate. + +And something had stepped to its edge. + +They were all geniuses. + +Prodigies from the major regions. + +Users of Techniques. + +Comprehenders of Aura. + +Killers, heroes, monsters in their own right. + +But none of them—none—were arrogant enough to believe they could fight an invisible, ancient, silent being that could erase someone without even appearing. + +Not even Max. + +Not Amara. + +Max's mind was racing. + +The image of the red-haired genius melting into rot and blood replayed in his mind—again and again. He'd seen people die. He'd killed people himself. + +But that wasn't death. + +That was erasure. + +Something wrong had awakened. Something ancient, something not meant to wake. + +And so, he called out the only being that might have a sliver of insight. + +"Blob… what the hell is going on here?" + +Blob was quiet for a moment. + +A rare thing. + +Then, slowly, its voice echoed in Max's mind, low and distant— + +As if dredging up memories buried in time. + +"I can't say for certain…" Blob admitted. + +"But I can make a guess." + +Max stayed silent, listening. + +"I think," Blob continued, + +"there's something buried deep under this place. Something ancient. Possibly… someone who practiced blood demon techniques, or perhaps a monstrous beast of vicious nature—sealed, long ago. Something the world itself tried to forget." + +Max's breath caught. + +He remembered what Klaus had said— + +About the Bone Frames. + +Dead experts. Condensed by infernal energy. + +Their corpses twisted into strange artifacts. + +He'd accepted that. + +But now Blob was saying something worse— + +that even Bone Frames had levels. + +And the one that might be buried here… + +Was far beyond anything the Lower Domain had ever seen. + +Blob's voice lowered, becoming grim. + +"If we divide Bone Frames into low, middle, and high grade…" + +"The one you're using now, Max, is barely a low grade." + +That stunned Max. + +His current Bone Frame was already incredible by any standard. + +Dense infernal energy. + +Absorption abilities. + +Increased comprehension. + +And it was only low grade? + +"Even Klaus probably hasn't seen a middle grade one," Blob continued. + +"And as for the high grade…" + +A pause. + +"I doubt even the Young Monarch has touched one." + +Then, the real truth came. + +"The highest grade Bone Frames… may have intelligence." + +Max blinked. + +"You mean they're alive?" + +"Not alive… but aware. Conscious in a way. + +Enough to choose who can touch them. Enough to… retaliate." + +That was why the red-haired youth died. + +Not because he was targeted. + +Not because he was weak. + +Because he made too much noise near something that wasn't meant to be disturbed. + +Something that—even in death—was watching. + +Blob's voice turned serious. + +"I don't know what exactly is under us… but I do know one thing." + +"It doesn't want to be found." + +"And unless you have an ancient destiny carved into your soul, something the heavens themselves can't ignore—you will not leave with whatever lies buried here." + +Blob's final warning echoed like a death sentence. + +"Forget it, Max. This is not something we can handle." + +"The deeper we go, the more we're walking into a tomb… not just theirs." + +"But ours." + +Max didn't need more words from Blob. + +The warning was clear—etched into instinct. + +You don't poke at things that dream in silence. + +You don't try to dig up the bones of a thing that made even death itself step back. + +Supreme expert? + +Vicious beast? + +He didn't care. + +All that mattered now… was leaving this cursed patch of ground alive. + +As for infernal demon tattoo? + +Of course he wanted it. + +More power. + +More control. + +More authority. + +But not like this. + +Not by gambling against something he couldn't see, couldn't understand, couldn't fight. + +There would be more opportunities. + +But there would never be another Max. + +--- + +No one moved. + +For sixty long minutes, they stood like statues—each one drenched in cold sweat, muscles aching, bladders screaming, but not one dared to shift their stance. + +The fog grew thicker, wrapping around ankles, climbing up calves, coiling like a living thing. + +Light dimmed until the sky above was nothing more than a smeared charcoal haze. + +Yet still… + +Nothing happened. + +No shrieks. + +No movement. + +No pressure. + +Just silence. + +And somehow, + +that was worse. + +A few began to hope. + +Not out loud—never out loud. + +But it was there, that fragile belief: + +'Maybe it's gone.' + +'Maybe it just wanted one life.' + +'Maybe we're safe.' + +Max didn't share it. + +Survivor's instinct told him otherwise. + +This wasn't over. + +Not by a long shot. + +Old Man Grey's voice finally came. + +Low. Sharp. + +Almost a whisper. + +"Let's retreat first…" + +"Everyone, do not make any noise." + +Max didn't need to be told twice. + +Neither did anyone else. + +No arguments. + +No sarcasm. + +No bravado. + +They moved. + +Each step measured. + +Controlled. + +Carefully placed on the dark stone. + +Weapons remained drawn, but no one dared let their mana flare. + +No one breathed too deeply. + +Even the sound of cloth rustling as they moved felt dangerous. + +"I feel that… it's becoming more and more dark…" + +The voice came through the vital essence transmission—quiet, strained, as if the speaker was afraid even his thoughts might be heard by something out there. + +The moment the words echoed into their minds—everyone noticed it. + +The fog. + +It had thickened. + +No— + +it had changed. + +It wasn't just fog anymore. + +It had weight. Density. + +Like something trying to press down on them from every direction. + +They could barely see five feet ahead. + +And the light— + +The only source of it in the Mourning Depths, those distant glowing stars above— + +Were gone. + +Not faded. + +Gone. + +Swallowed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-311.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-311.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d944d0f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-311.md @@ -0,0 +1,446 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 311: A Song..." +slug: "ch-311" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 311 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1349 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Old Man Grey looked up— + +And his face twisted. + +His voice snapped through the group's minds like a whip: + +"Shit. The stars are gone. We've lost our heading. If we move now, we'll get lost in this hell." + +Panic simmered just under the surface. + +Geniuses who had walked into this place with swagger now looked like cornered prey. + +One of them asked, voice desperate: + +"Should we fly up to get a sense of direction?" + +Someone else snapped back: + +"Are you insane? Flying is banned! Even if it weren't, flying up is asking to die!" + +"Then what do we do?" + +"We can't stay here—can't walk either—" + +"We'll die either way—" + +Their composure cracked. + +The fog didn't just choke their vision. + +It began to choke their courage. + +Just as they spiraled toward panic— + +It came. + +Soft. + +Faint. + +Sweet. + +Wrong. + +A fragrance drifted in first— + +Something floral, nostalgic, beautiful, like the scent of a lover from a time that never existed. + +And then— + +A song. + +A woman's voice. + +Melodic. + +Delicate. + +Haunting. + +"Little friends…" + +"Little friends…" + +"I can help you… but you play with me…" + +.... + +--- + +No one said a word. + +But everyone felt it. + +Their bodies went rigid. + +Their skin erupted in goosebumps. + +Some clenched their weapons. + +Others tried not to breathe. + +Because that voice— + +it didn't sound like it came from anywhere specific. + +It was inside the fog, + +inside their minds, + +inside their hearts. + +And worse— + +It carried emotion. + +Not seduction. + +Not joy. + +But a sorrow so ancient, so deep, that it pulled at the soul. + +Like the grief of a mother holding her dead child. + +Like a ghost who still wept at the place she died. + +It whispered: + +"Don't leave." + +"Don't run." + +"Stay with me." + +And the longer they listened— + +The more the idea didn't sound that bad. + +Even Max felt a pull. + +A slow, gnawing ache in the heart, a desire to just… lay down. + +To forget the weight. + +Forget the danger. + +Forget everything. + +Just to rest. + +But Max bit his lips to come back to his senses. + +….. + +"Do not listen to that singing!" + +Old Man Grey's voice tore through the fog like a thunderclap, raw, furious, and urgent. + +There was no time for private transmissions now— + +He shouted. + +"Seal your ears with vital essence—NOW!" + +At once, his body exploded with a surge of power. + +Vital essence burst outward, forming a shimmering, protective barrier that wrapped around him like a second skin. + +It didn't just guard him from the fog. + +It cut off all sound. + +The moment it activated— + +The singing vanished from his ears. + +And as the fog was shoved back slightly by the blast of energy, + +Max saw— + +A nightmare. + +The youth standing directly beside him— + +Someone Max remembered speaking just a few hours ago— + +Was now unrecognizable. + +His shoulders hung low, his arms limp, his eyes—a glassy, sickly green, glazed over like those of a corpse three days too old. + +But he was still moving. + +Slowly. + +Purposefully. + +Brutally. + +The youth began scratching himself. + +First, it was his arms. + +Fingernails dug into skin, tearing through flesh like paper. + +Blood flowed. + +Then his chest— + +He clawed deeper, ripping muscle, scraping bone. + +There was no scream, no flinch— + +Only that same, empty gaze, as if his soul had been sucked into the fog and something else was puppeteering the body. + +Then— + +He thrust both hands into his stomach. + +Splrch. + +Fingers dived in, pulling out intestines like ribbons. One hand reached up, toward his ribs, and began tearing them open. + +Then, the final horror. + +His eyes. + +Without hesitation— + +He pressed his thumbs into his own eye sockets, digging with sickening crunches, until he ripped them out. + +They dangled from tendons for a moment before sliding down his cheeks like weeping pearls of blood. + +Max didn't blink. + +Didn't flinch. + +But his insides turned cold. + +He instantly understood— + +'His Soul Palace has fallen.' + +That man wasn't "mad." + +He wasn't "possessed." + +He was emptied out. + +Something had invaded his soul, cut the strings that tied mind to flesh, and was now using his body like a toy. + +A dying, bleeding, twitching marionette. + +"Max, front left! Break out there!" + +Blob's voice hit like thunder—fast, sharp, full of urgency. + +"I know what we've met! This is no ordinary trap. It's a soul-reaping illusion field formed by an ancient cursed Bone Frame! If you stay—you'll be shredded from the inside out!" + +Max didn't hesitate. + +Not for a second. + +In the blink of an eye, his body exploded with aura. + +Not a soft rise— + +An eruption. + +Fusion State Aura — 50%. + +No holding back. + +No pacing. + +His body became a whirlpool of raw power, every nerve screaming with intensity. + +58 Draconic Essences ignited all at once— + +Flooding his limbs, his mind, his soul, surging through his meridians like molten fire. + +His muscles swelled. + +Bones hardened. + +Eyes blazed with pitch-black lightning. + +He pulled the black sword from his back, its surface already glowing with black flames. + +Then— + +"Point Blink." + +The second move of the Voidborne Edge: Sevenfold Sword Technique. + +A blink forward. + +No buildup. + +No warning. + +Just pure, brutal velocity— + +His body becoming a black meteor, compressed into a streak of shadow. + +He slammed into the fog on the front-left— + +And it was like hitting a glass wall hidden inside water. + +The air shrieked. + +Space rippled. + +Crack. + +Then— + +BOOOOM. + +The fog tore open. + +Like a ripped veil. + +Like shredded silk soaked in death. + +The illusion shattered. + +The soul-charming field screamed in protest, a haunting echo rushing outward. + +Max shot forward—crossing 10,000 feet in an instant. + +No resistance. + +No hesitation. + +He didn't look back. + +He kept moving, letting the rush of his aura devour the space ahead, cutting a path of survival through death. + +From the rear, Old Man Grey's eyes widened—then glinted with recognition. + +"RUN AWAY TOGETHER!" he bellowed, voice thunderous. + +"THAT BOY FOUND A WAY OUT! FOLLOW HIM!" + +His crescent sickle flared to life. + +The old man moved— + +Vital essence surging as he raced through the rip in the fog Max had created. + +The remaining geniuses didn't need to be told twice. + +Those who had survived the siren song, those who still had enough clarity of mind, rushed after Max like men chasing the edge of a cliff before the world collapsed. + +Amara followed, her eyes icy and focused. + +Others scrambled in panic, hands glowing, weapons drawn. + +Some stumbled. + +Some ran blindly. + +But all followed the path Max had carved out— + +The only path not leading to death. + +Behind them, the fog howled. + +The singing didn't stop— + +But it warped. + +Twisted. + +Now it was no longer sweet, no longer sorrowful. + +Now it was hungry. + +"Why run, little friends…" + +"We were having so much fun…" + +The voice cracked, as if grating against stone. + +Like bones being ground underfoot. + +But— + +Max didn't stop. + +Not for the screams. + +Not for the sound of bones cracking behind him. + +Not even for the deadly fog snapping at his heels like the jaws of a starving beast. + +He kept moving. + +Every single movement skills he had— + +Dash, Super Dash, Phantom Dash, One Step Dash, Blink Dash— + +Each one erupted in layered bursts. + +Lightning Steps wrapped around his legs, sparking with flickers of purple-white light, as if thunder itself guided his every stride. + +He wasn't just fast. + +He was untouchable. + +"Now—right side! 300 feet! Strike with everything you have!" + +Blob's voice didn't waver. + +Urgent. Calculated. + +Max didn't question. + +Didn't slow. + +He rotated his body mid-air like a shadow spun by lightning, poured Fusion State Aura into his blade again, and launched his technique: + +"Point Blink." + +CRACK—BOOOOM. + +A sound like a cosmic eggshell breaking echoed through the dark. + +Something unseen—some invisible wall of nightmare and illusion— + +Shattered beneath the force of his sword. + +Max tore through the breach like a comet, body wrapped in streaks of lightning and black aura, and burst out the other side. + +The fog instantly thinned. + +From black to gray. + +From choking to breathable. + +Above— + +Stars. + +Dim, but visible. + +And in this place, that meant everything. + +Max skidded to a halt 10 miles out, his feet cracking stone, his lungs burning. + +But he didn't relax. + +Not fully. + +Not yet. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-312.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-312.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..23a8b7a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-312.md @@ -0,0 +1,326 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 312: RUN!" +slug: "ch-312" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 312 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"What was that just now?" Max asked, breath heavy but voice steady. + +He wasn't shaken. + +Not on the surface. + +But deep inside, even he couldn't pretend the terror hadn't reached him. + +Blob hesitated. + +For once, it didn't have a clear answer.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +Then, slowly, it spoke. + +"It should be… a Sinful Bone Frame." + +"Sinful Bone Frame?" Max asked, eyebrows furrowing. + +The name itself felt heavy, cursed. + +"What is that?" + +Before Blob could answer— + +Figures stumbled out. + +From the fog. + +Eight total. + +From the original ten. + +Their bodies were intact, but their faces—ashen, drained, like they had walked through a graveyard and shaken hands with death. + +Some fell to their knees. + +Some just stared into the sky, as if confirming they were still alive. + +Max didn't blame them. + +Even he… felt the weight. + +They had survived. + +But what they saw— + +What they felt— + +Would never leave them. + +That song still echoed faintly in their memories. + +That rotting genius, tearing his own body apart. + +That feeling of something unseen watching from inside the mist… + +Waiting. + +Smiling. + +Yes. + +Too horrifying. + +Far too horrifying. + +These geniuses weren't children. + +They weren't new to danger. + +They'd walked the path of blood and battle. + +Killed to rise. + +Clawed their way up past thousands of corpses just to stand where they were now. + +The Mourning Depths didn't scare them. + +But that? + +That thing inside the fog— + +That siren-song death, that puppet-like madness, that curse that peeled flesh and stole souls— + +That left a chill in their marrow. + +No battle aura. + +No clash of swords. + +Just the fog, the singing, and a slow, beautiful death. + +Old Man Grey turned toward Max, his wrinkled, calloused hands gripping his crescent sickle, his brows drawn tight with both tension… and awe. + +He had been prepared to die in there. + +Everyone had. + +But Max— + +Max had rushed in when everyone else froze. + +And lived. + +That wasn't something you ignored. + +His voice was steady now, but underneath it was that quiet respect a man earned only in life-or-death moments. + +"That black fog… I've never seen it. No idea how to break it. Honestly, if you hadn't moved, we'd probably all be corpses by now." + +Max simply nodded. + +"Yes." + +There was no smugness in his tone. + +No arrogance in his posture. + +Just tired calm. + +"Little Brother Max…" + +Grey narrowed his eyes. + +"…Did you see the way out? Did you understand something the rest of us couldn't?" + +He had watched Max carefully— + +The way he'd changed direction mid-charge. + +That wasn't random. + +That wasn't blind panic. + +It had looked deliberate. + +Amara's gaze sharpened. + +She didn't speak, but the subtle lean forward, the way her hand paused at her side— + +She was waiting for his answer. + +The other geniuses watched too, + +Their expressions a mix of hope, awe… and quiet suspicion. + +Could he really have seen through that? + +Max shook his head, firm and unshaken. + +"No." + +"I just thought... if I'm going to die, I'd rather die moving than sit still and wait for death." + +"So I ran." + +A small shrug. + +"Didn't expect it to work." + +As Max finished speaking, Old Man Grey nodded slowly— + +His expression calm, his eyes unreadable. + +He didn't doubt Max's words. + +Truth be told, he hadn't believed Max could see through that black fog to begin with. + +It wasn't cynicism. + +It was just cold logic. + +This was Max's first time in the Mourning Depths. + +He was young. + +Strong, sure. Famous, yes. + +But still just a genius at the Apprentice Rank. + +And in this place? + +Genius meant nothing. + +The Mourning Depths didn't care about titles or fame. + +It didn't care if you were a dragon in the skies— + +Here, everything bled the same. + +So to him, Max's charge had just been bold luck. + +A gamble that paid off. + +But that didn't mean it wasn't worthy of respect. + +Max didn't miss the others' reactions. + +The way their shoulders shifted. + +The way they avoided his gaze. + +The small twitches of frustration they tried to hide. + +A few looked at him with awe. + +But more looked at him with bitterness. + +Like he had stolen something from them. + +Some of them were clearly thinking it: + +'If I'd just run too…' + +'If I'd just acted before him…' + +'That could've been my moment…' + +One of them in particular, a wiry youth with a faint red streak in his hair, muttered under his breath with forced calm: + +"In the Mourning Depths, randomly charging ahead or using moves without thinking can just as easily kill you. The only reason we got caught in that death trap to begin with was because someone else attacked randomly…" + +He heard every word. + +The bite in the voice. + +The false logic dripping with jealousy. + +Max didn't even blink. + +Didn't turn. + +Didn't respond. + +This wasn't new. + +Envy came with the spotlight. + +Especially among geniuses—where everyone believed they deserved to stand tallest. + +Let them talk. + +Words wouldn't get them out of the Mourning Depths alive. + +Old Man Grey coughed lightly, the sound cutting through the murky air like a command. + +The murmuring youth shut up immediately, clearly aware he'd gone a bit too far. + +Grey's voice, though calm, carried a weight that forced everyone's attention: + +"No matter what, this time… our survival is thanks to Little Brother Max." + +There was no debate in his tone. + +No space for envy or argument. + +"But remember this—next time, don't act on impulse." + +His eyes swept across the group—stern, serious. + +"Suppress your strength. Don't release aura. Don't flare your soul energy. No unnecessary movement." + +He paused, his voice dropping into something colder. + +"Because down here… even your heartbeat might wake something ancient." + +A heavy silence followed. + +No one dared speak. + +Old Man Grey looked up toward the faint stars— + +His compass. + +His only ally against the madness of the Mourning Depths. + +They'd drifted off course— + +But not badly. + +Still salvageable. + +"We'll rest here for now. Then we move." + +The others nodded silently, most sitting down, weapons still drawn, shoulders tense. + +Max didn't join them. + +Not really. + +His body remained still— + +But his mind had already gone elsewhere. + +He sank inward, his awareness slipping into the deep, luminous stillness of the Dimension of Spirit. + +The fog of the outside world vanished—replaced by shimmering rivers of a dreamlike world. + +And in the center— + +Blob. + +Waiting. + +Watching. + +"Blob… what is a Sinful Bone Frame?" + +His voice in this space echoed like thought across a still pond. + +He needed answers now. + +Not after the next encounter. + +Not after another genius tore their own organs out. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-313.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-313.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f34d06a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-313.md @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 313: Sinful Bone Frame" +slug: "ch-313" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 313 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Blob answered right away. His tone calm, matter-of-fact. + +"A Bone Frame is the energy left behind when a Supreme Expert dies." + +Max didn't interrupt. He let Blob continue. + +"This energy stays underground. Locked there for tens of thousands of years. Maybe more." + +"And then?" Max asked. + +"It condenses," Blob replied. "Turns into a crystal. Usually a smooth glass bead. That's the Bone Frame you know." + +Max remembered Klaus showing him one. Small. Quiet. Innocent-looking. + +"Most Bone Frames are just energy," Blob continued. "No soul. No thought. Just power. The will of the expert usually fades away long before it condenses." + +Max nodded. That made sense. + +"But not always," Blob said. "There are exceptions." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "What kind of exceptions?" + +"Sometimes… the soul refuses to disappear," Blob said. "Maybe the expert was too strong. Maybe they practiced some twisted technique. Whatever the reason, their soul clings to the world." + +Max frowned. He didn't like where this was going. + +"Over time, that soul doesn't just vanish. It weakens, yes. But it lingers. And one day, it fuses with the Bone Frame." + +"And that creates the Sinful Bone Frame?" + +Blob confirmed. "Exactly. It's different. Dangerous." + +"How so?" + +"It has a mind of its own. A weak one, but still there. It acts on instinct. It doesn't wait for someone to find it. It hunts. It kills. It absorbs the blood essence of experts to restore itself." + +"And if it absorbs enough…?" + +"It evolves," Blob said. "It can become something far worse. A real infernal demon." + +Max's expression darkened. + +The scene from earlier played again in his mind. + +That genius tearing his own body apart. + +No fight. No resistance. Just death. + +Max inhaled slowly. "Is the Sinful Bone Frame considered high-grade?" + +Blob paused for a moment. "No. Not exactly. It's not the highest tier. But it's a high-level middle-grade Bone Frame. One of the rarest in the world." + +He added, voice now filled with temptation, "If you can obtain it, it would help you break through the Gate of Life much faster. And… it's perfect for soul cultivation. Just holding it could make your soul stronger." + +Max looked down, quiet. + +"It doesn't matter," he said. "I nearly died. It's not worth it." + +He knew his limits. This was too much. + +Blob chuckled softly. "You're not wrong. Normally, someone at your level shouldn't even be able to touch something like this." + +"But you're not normal." + +Max turned back to him, confused. + +"You have an Orange Soul," Blob said. "That… changes everything." + +Max's thoughts stirred the moment he heard Blob's next words. + +"The biggest difference between a normal Bone Frame and a Sinful one," Blob began, "is that the Sinful Bone Frame contains a soul." + +He paused, letting that settle. + +"A real soul. One that belonged to a Supreme Expert. It's not just energy anymore. It's alive. And it has instinct." + +Max's expression turned serious. + +"After gaining its own consciousness," Blob continued, "the Sinful Bone Frame hunts. It doesn't wait around to be found like the others. It moves on its own. It finds experts. Kills them. Absorbs their blood essence to strengthen itself." + +Max's eyes narrowed. The memory of the dying youth flashed through his mind. + +"It's like a spider," Blob said. "It builds a web and waits. Once someone enters its trap, it strikes. Not with claws or magic—" + +"But with the soul," Max muttered. + +"Exactly," Blob nodded. "That fool beside you died in his Soul Palace. That's why he didn't resist. His body never got the message." + +Max fell into thought. Slowly, he spoke, "But that doesn't make sense. I'm not strong enough. My soul force is still in the thread stage. That ancient expert must've reached a much higher level. I shouldn't be able to stand against it." + +Blob's face twisted into a knowing smirk. "You're right. That expert was terrifying in his prime. His soul cultivation was likely far beyond yours. But…" + +He leaned forward. + +"That was hundreds of thousands of years ago." + +Max blinked. + +Blob explained, "Even the strongest soul breaks down with time. Maybe not right away. But after tens of thousands of years sealed underground, that kind of will… it weakens." + +"The Sinful Bone Frame still carries that soul, yes—but it's not the same soul anymore. Not the Emperor. Not the powerhouse who once shook the world." + +"What is it now?" Max asked. + +"A husk," Blob said coldly. "A blood demon. All instincts. All hunger. No real thought. It devours blood essence to rebuild itself. That's all it knows." + +Max clenched his fist, remembering how close he came to death. + +"So its true strength isn't even close to what it once was?" + +"Not even close," Blob said. "If it had been? You wouldn't be standing here. You broke out of its trap, Max. That alone proves it. You're already on equal ground with it." + +Blob's words made Max's heart stir. + +If he could really capture the Sinful Bone Frame… + +He wouldn't just gain a rare treasure. + +He'd fulfill the final condition to awaken a unique physique. + +He'd step into the Adept Rank instantly. + +And his strength— + +It would soar to a whole new level. + +The thought alone made his breath quicken. + +"How can I find it?" Max asked, eyes focused. + +Blob chuckled. "Hehehe… just follow my instructions, and you'll be fine." + +Then his tone changed slightly. + +"But I have one condition." + +Max raised a brow. "What is it?" + +Blob grinned. "Once we obtain the Sinful Bone Frame… I get half." + +Max didn't hesitate. "Alright." + +There wasn't even a pause in his answer. + +The Sinful Bone Frame was a treasure linked to soul force. + +Naturally, it would benefit Blob, who _was_ a soul-based being. + +Besides, without Blob guiding him, Max wouldn't have survived the encounter earlier— + +Let alone considered going back in. + +They were in this together. + +They always had been. + +Back in the temple, Blob had helped him countless times— + +In training, in combat, in comprehension. + +Sharing this was fair. + +Right. + +"Good," Blob said, clearly pleased. "Then listen carefully…" + +— + +The method for capturing the Sinful Bone Frame was surprisingly simple. + +Not easy— + +But simple. + +Max memorized each step. + +It didn't require any elaborate formations or heavy rituals. + +The key… was in the timing. + +He needed to lure it out. + +Let it attempt to invade his Soul Palace— + +Then strike in that exact moment. + +It would be risky. + +Extremely risky. + +But it was possible. + +And that was all Max needed. + +— + +After confirming the plan, Max stood. + +His steps were calm. Controlled. + +The others were still resting. + +Some hadn't recovered from what happened. + +Max didn't disturb them. + +He walked alone. + +Straight toward the place they had nearly died in— + +Back into the heart of the black fog. + +Back to where the Sinful Bone Frame waited. + +But before he could fully move, someone saw him. + +"Max, where are you going?" + +Old Man Grey's voice rang out sharply across the camp. His eyes followed Max's figure as the boy silently walked away from the group. Toward the fog. + +That fog. + +The same one that nearly killed them all. + +Grey felt a chill crawl down his spine. He didn't even try to hide the disbelief in his voice. + +Max stopped, slowly turning his head to the side. + +"I have something to take care of," he said evenly. "I'll be going alone from here." + +Grey blinked. "You'll be what?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-314.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-314.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54bcd6a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-314.md @@ -0,0 +1,348 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 314: Hunting" +slug: "ch-314" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 314 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1238 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's tone didn't change. "I'm splitting off." + +It was calm. Steady. Like he was just going for a walk. + +Grey took a step forward. "You're walking back into that? Are you mad?! You saw what happened! That fog—" + +"I know what happened," Max interrupted, his eyes sharp now. "But my decision's made." + +Grey's brow furrowed deeply. "That place isn't normal. You think just because you survived it once, you can do it again?" + +Max shrugged. "I'm not here to survive. I'm here to finish what I came for." + +The statement caught Grey off guard. He didn't know what that meant, but the weight behind Max's words made his chest feel tight. + +Max didn't wait for a response. + +He looked out across the hazy land ahead—into the very same fog that had devoured a genius before their eyes. But this time, he wasn't afraid. + +Because he could feel it. A faint, unmistakable sensation. + +His bloodline. Burning in the distance. + +Alice. + +Somewhere in the Mourning Depths, she was alive. The vial she carried—his blood, his black flame—was still pulsing. + +Still calling back to him. + +And he would find her. + +Before Grey could say another word, a soft but stern voice came from the side. + +"You'll die if you go alone." Amara's eyes met Max's. "You should reconsider." + +Max turned to her slowly. There was a calmness in his gaze, but also something else—determination. + +"I appreciate your concern," he said. "But I won't die. I know what I'm doing." + +Amara didn't press further. She only frowned, clearly unsettled, but said nothing more. + +Just then, another voice echoed in Max's mind—gentle, anxious. + +"Max, what are you doing? Leader told us to stay together. To watch each other's backs." + +It was Callie. Her vital essence transmission was filled with worry. + +He turned his head slightly and looked at her. + +She stood a few feet behind him, her white mask concealing her face. But he could feel the emotion behind it. + +"I know," Max said softly. "But I have to do this." + +He gestured lightly toward Old Man Grey. + +"You'll be safe with him. Trust me. He'll get you to the 1500-mile zone." + +Callie didn't respond immediately. + +She lowered her head slightly, fists tightening beneath her robe. Her heart told her to stop him. To say something—anything—to make him stay. + +But… she couldn't. + +Not with the way he looked. Not with the quiet fire in his voice. + +In the end, she only nodded. + +"Don't die," she said, barely above a whisper. + +Max gave her a small smile. + +"I won't." + +And then— + +Without another glance back, + +Without hesitation, + +Without fear— + +He turned. + +And walked straight back into the black fog. + +Max didn't hesitate. + +Didn't pause. + +Didn't even glance over his shoulder. + +Old Man Grey's words drifted behind him, laced with warning, but also a sliver of resignation. + +"Max, since you are planning to head alone then do so. But know that whatever happens to you… will not be blamed on my Divine Palace." + +Max just gave a simple nod. His voice was calm. Steady. + +"I know. It's my decision. So anything that happens to me… will be my fault." + +No dramatic exit. No last words. + +He turned away— + +And stepped into the fog. + +The moment he crossed the threshold, the world changed. + +Sound disappeared. + +Light dimmed. + +The warmth of the others… gone in an instant. + +The fog wrapped around him like a shroud. Soft at first—like drifting smoke— + +But with every step, it thickened. Grew heavy. Dense. Wet. + +It began to press in from all sides, clinging to his clothes, coiling around his skin. + +His boots crunched over brittle ground. + +Bone dust. Maybe worse. + +The air buzzed with something ancient. Something sick. + +Infernal energy. + +It filled the air like static. Vivid. Hungry. Alive. + +Max lowered his presence to the bare minimum—his aura sealed so tightly not even a ripple leaked out. His heart slowed. His breathing turned shallow. He became a shadow within the shadow. + +"Max, first pretend you're not its enemy…" + +Blob's voice was steady. Cautious. + +"I'll find its core. We only have one chance. One. If we miss… it'll never fall for the same trick again." + +Max didn't reply—he didn't need to. + +He simply gave the slightest nod. + +He understood everything. + +This wasn't a fight. + +It was a hunt. A delicate one. + +And this time—he wasn't the predator. + +Not yet. + +According to Blob, Sinful Bone Frames didn't linger near the surface. + +They slept. + +Buried thousands of feet underground, their wills dormant for centuries. + +But the moment they sensed a vulnerable soul walking too close… + +They rose. + +And they hunted. + +It was only during that moment—when they surfaced, searching for prey— + +that they were exposed. + +That was his window. + +His only window. + +Once they vanished again, it would take days… weeks… lifetimes… + +to lure them back out. + +And in this fog-choked death field of the Mourning Depths, + +Max didn't have a lifetime. + +— + +So he played the fool. + +He moved like he was lost. Confused. + +Stumbled now and then. Slowed down. + +Sometimes he sped up… sometimes paused. + +Like prey. + +He kept his soul force dimmed, buried deep. + +He let the pressure build. Let it wrap around him like vines. + +— + +Then— + +A sound. + +Soft. Floating. Ancient. + +A woman's voice, whispering through the mist. + +"Lonely… I'm so lonely… come down and play with me…" + +It wasn't loud. + +It didn't echo. + +It just existed. Everywhere. Nowhere. + +A lullaby spoken by a ghost. + +Max stopped walking. + +His foot hovered over the earth for half a second. + +His breath caught. + +Then— + +A faint gleam lit his eyes. + +It came. + +The Sinful Bone Frame was here. + +Max's mind went cold. + +The moment the song echoed through the fog, he felt it.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +Not just the melody— + +But the pull. + +It slithered through his ears. + +Crept down his spine. + +And reached for his soul. + +But unlike last time… + +He didn't panic. + +His mind remained still. + +Calm. + +He could feel the structure of the song this time. + +Could taste the thread of will woven beneath its sweetness. + +It was elegant… but deadly. + +A trap made of melody. + +It didn't aim to kill him directly. + +No, it was much more dangerous than that. + +It sought to open a door— + +One that led into the Soul Palace. + +The moment his soul responded to it… + +That door opened. + +And the hunter stepped through. + +If someone had no understanding of soul constructs—no awareness of will— + +they wouldn't even realize what was happening. + +They'd simply be enchanted. + +Wander in blindly. + +And then… they'd never return. + +— + +Max blinked once— + +and the world changed. + +The choking fog, the gray light, the smell of death— + +Gone. + +Now, he stood in a vast, lush wilderness. + +Emerald grass danced in the wind. + +The sky above was a flawless blue, with soft clouds floating lazily across it. + +Wildflowers bloomed in every direction. + +There was no killing intent here. + +Just peace. + +And warmth. + +The sudden shift jarred his senses. + +Even knowing it was fake—his breath still hitched. + +His mind tried to anchor itself. Tried to find a crack in this illusion. + +But then— + +A soft voice broke the silence. + +"Stay with me… Follow me…" + +He turned. + +And froze. + +Standing before him… was Alice. + +Her long, fiery red skirt swayed in the wind. + +Her red hair shimmered under the golden sun. + +Her expression was soft. Eyes filled with longing. + +It was her. + +Same voice. Same presence. Same warmth. + +The illusion was flawless. + +Too flawless. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-315.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-315.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e69a1e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-315.md @@ -0,0 +1,414 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 315: Sealed" +slug: "ch-315" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 315 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1192 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The "Alice" standing before him didn't just look like her— + +She moved like her. + +Breathed like her. + +Smiled like her. + +Even the way her eyes softened when she said his name… exactly like in his memories. + +"Max… we finally meet again…" + +Her voice was like a warm breeze after a long winter. + +It tugged at something inside him. + +For just a heartbeat—his soul slipped. + +His mind swayed, balance teetering on the edge. + +It was subtle. Barely noticeable. + +But it happened. + +And Max felt it. + +His chest tightened— + +Not from fear, but from a deep, unsettling awe. + +'This Sinful Bone Frame… it can reach into my soul. It pulled Alice from my memories. Her smile. Her tone. Even her tiny habits...' + +It was more than illusion. + +It was extraction. + +A perfect mimicry, drawn straight from his heart. + +He clenched his fists. + +'Even I… with my will… almost fell for it.' + +He remembered the red-haired genius—how he clawed himself apart like a puppet. + +Now he understood. + +It wasn't just a soul attack. + +It was temptation. + +It didn't strike your soul with force. + +It whispered to it. + +It wrapped around your deepest desires. + +Made you want to give in. + +That was the true horror of this Bone Frame. + +It didn't kill you. + +You killed yourself. + +— + +Alice stepped closer. Her bare feet touched the soft grass. + +"Why don't you stay with me, Max?" + +"You've worked so hard… suffered so much… Don't you want to rest?" + +Her voice was a blade dipped in honey. + +Max's expression darkened. + +For a moment, his eyes trembled. + +Just then— + +"Max, I've found it," Blob's voice echoed sharply in his mind. + +Urgent. Precise. + +"Wait three more breaths of time… and then strike with everything you have. With your Orange Soul… you have nothing to fear." + +Max didn't nod. + +Didn't move. + +Just quietly exhaled— + +and began the count. + +Three. + +His fingers slid over the edge of his black sword, tracing it with unnatural calm. + +It shimmered faintly, responding to the faint pulses of his soul force. + +Like a beast waiting to be unleashed. + +The illusion—Alice—watched him. + +A flicker of hesitation passed through her gentle expression. + +"Max, what are you doing?" + +"I can feel it… you're radiating killing intent…" + +She took a step forward. + +Covered her mouth. + +Her eyes shimmered with sadness, deep and soft like moonlight. + +"You wouldn't hurt me… would you?" + +Max didn't respond. + +Two. + +'Alice' took another step, hand reaching out. + +Her voice shook—soft, trembling. + +"You want to harm me…?" + +Her fingers trembled just inches from his chest. + +So close, so intimate. + +So deadly. + +Max's expression didn't change. + +But in his heart, the countdown roared like a war drum. + +One. + +He took a single step back. + +Avoided the hand. + +Didn't look into her eyes. + +Just whispered under his breath— + +"You almost got me." + +Max's eyes flashed. Cold. Ruthless. + +His voice was low. Each word carved from stone. + +"You did what you should never have done." + +"You took her face… to break me." + +"How can I ever let you live?" + +His sword slid free. Smooth. Inevitable. + +Fusion State aura erupted from him. + +It blazed like fire. Wrapped around his body. Fused with his blade. + +He raised the sword. Took aim. + +Then— + +"Evil Wheel of Samsara." + +The tip of his blade cracked the air. + +Purple lightning surged out. + +Wild. Violent. Alive. + +It spiraled into a wheel. + +Spinning. + +Shrieking. + +The ground quaked. + +The fog trembled. + +But Max didn't stop. + +Not even for a second. + +Black flames erupted around him. + +Silent. Writhing. Hungry. + +They devoured the infernal energy in the air—dragging it straight into his body. + +The moment it entered—he staggered. + +His veins screamed. + +His mind cracked. + +It felt like his body would explode from the inside. + +But he didn't stop. + +Didn't hesitate. + +He gritted his teeth. + +And poured it all into the Evil Wheel of Samsara. + +The instant the infernal energy fused with the lightning—the wheel changed. + +Its vibrant purple glow turned dark red. + +A deep, choking pressure spread out. + +Thick. Suffocating. Like death itself had awoken. + +That was when she changed. + +'Alice's' perfect face twisted. + +Her smile cracked open into something inhuman. + +Skin peeled. Claws stretched. + +Fur matted her arms, her jaw extended, and a low, raspy moan spilled from her throat. + +It wasn't a woman anymore. + +It was a beast. + +A demon. + +And it lunged. + +"Humph…" Max sneered. + +At that exact moment, his Orange Soul force flared— + +And he laced it straight into the wheel. + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara surged forward. + +Dark red. Rotating. Shrieking. + +KACHA! + +The demon's claw was obliterated on contact. + +Shattered like glass under a war hammer. + +The wheel didn't stop. + +It tore through her chest— + +Ripping her open in one clean strike. + +Her face—now hideous and twisted— + +froze in panic. + +Eyes wide. Mouth open. + +She didn't even have time to scream. + +"Max, now is the time—don't let it escape!" + +Blob's voice echoed through his mind. Urgent. Sharp. + +Max didn't hesitate. + +He stopped his strike mid-motion. + +Stepped forward. + +And slammed his hand onto the demon's fading chest. + +"Seal." + +Purple lightning surged from his fingertips. + +Black flames followed—silent and vicious. + +The two forces twisted together mid-air. + +Forming a cage. + +A prison. + +A trap. + +It snapped shut—tight and unforgiving. + +The demon shrieked. + +But it was already too late. + +In this place—inside the Soul Palace—Max reigned. + +Here, soul was everything. + +And his soul? + +Unbreakable. + +The Sinful Bone Frame wasn't even close. + +It had no real soul. Just a fragment. + +A whisper of something that once lived. + +It had no chance. + +"One mile straight ahead," Blob said. "Three hundred feet underground." + +"That's where its main body is." + +He had used the window—the moment when the demon's attention was focused on Max to scan the real world. + +And he found it. + +Max's eyes lit up. + +"I've got it." + +Max's eyes lit up—sharp, bright, focused. + +His soul had already returned to his body. + +The demon's will was still locked in the Soul Palace. + +Trapped. Helpless. + +Max moved. + +His grip tightened on the sword— + +And with the full force of 58 Draconic Essences, + +He stabbed downward. + +No wind. No sound. + +Just a blur of violent light. + +A flaming rainbow streaked across the gray fog. + +One mile vanished in an instant. + +The earth exploded beneath him— + +Rock, mud, ash flying in every direction. + +Tens of thousands of jins worth of debris flipped upward as Max shot down like a divine nail—fast, brutal, unstoppable. + +The impact cracked the world open. + +Then he saw it. + +Right where Blob had said. + +A glowing crimson enchantment, thirty feet wide, + +humming with sealed energy. + +And at its heart— + +A small glass bead, crimson in color, barely the size of a pigeon's egg. + +Still. Silent. Hiding. + +Max didn't flinch. + +He raised his sword— + +slashed once. + +The enchantment shattered like old ice. + +Then, without a word, he reached out— + +And took the Sinful Bone Frame into his hand. + +Done. + +No hesitation. + +No fear. + +He sealed it into his spatial dimension— + +Like snapping a lock shut. + +"Good, boy." + +Blob's voice slithered into Max's mind—proud, amused. + +"You should use this place to upgrade your rank. It's underground, and the aura of the Sinful Bone Frame still lingers. No infernal being's gonna dare come close." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-316.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-316.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1669932 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-316.md @@ -0,0 +1,296 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 316: A Painful Process" +slug: "ch-316" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 316 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1146 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max nodded. + +It made sense. + +This place was soaked in death. + +The kind that scared even monsters. + +For now—he was safe. + +His eyes glinted, sharp and resolute. + +The Sinful Bone Frame still pulsed faintly inside his spatial dimension. + +That small crimson bead… + +Wasn't dead yet. + +Technically, he hadn't killed it. Not fully. + +He'd crushed its soul in the world of his Soul Palace. + +But its main body—the glass bead—was still intact. + +Still resisting. + +And only by destroying that… + +Would he gain the Infernal Demon Tattoo. + +A token of death. + +A seal of power. + +A key to controlling Infernal Energy. + +He exhaled. Slow. Focused. + +"Blob," Max said in his mind, "I'm about to open the Gate of Life and absorb the Sinful Bone Frame." + +"If you want a share of its soul force, come out now." + +The reply came instantly. + +No hesitation. + +Swoosh. + +A small blob of glowing white slime oozed out of Max's chest. + +It landed on the cracked earth with a squish. + +Bounced once. + +Then looked up at him— + +Eyes gleaming with hunger. + +With greed. + +With anticipation. + +'This guy is as greedy as ever,' Max thought, watching Blob wiggle in place like a blobfish drunk on excitement. + +But then… + +A thought flashed in his mind. + +Something he hadn't asked in a while. + +"Blob," Max muttered, his tone shifting, "how's the growth of my spirit in there? I can feel it. Like it's close to awakening… but that feeling's been there for months. Nothing's happened." + +The white slime paused. Its movements stopped. + +Then, a sneer appeared on its round face. + +"You know you're an anomaly, right?" + +Max raised an eyebrow. + +"Huh? What do you mean by that?" + +Blob gave a sly smirk. + +"We spirits… we're not born. Not in the way you think. We don't reproduce. We don't evolve. We just… appear. We manifest. That's it." + +It floated up slightly, circling Max slowly. + +"But you?" Blob snorted. "You're creating one. Inside your body. Inside that freakish dimension of yours." + +Max's eyes flickered. + +He wasn't just housing a spirit. + +He was forming one. Breeding something that shouldn't even have a womb to begin with. + +"A being that's supposed to be born from the will of nature itself… is being created in you. Do you even realize what kind of madness that is?" Blob said, his voice oddly reverent. + +Max fell silent. + +His mind went still for a second. + +If Blob was telling the truth—if this was how spirits normally came into the world—then what he was doing… + +Wasn't just rare. + +It was impossible. + +And yet… + +He was doing it. + +"So my class..." Max whispered. + +Blob nodded. + +"Dimensional Keeper," he said, voice low. "It's not just rare… it's beyond comprehension. You're not just using dimensions. You're breeding new life in them." + +A chill ran down Max's spine. + +This wasn't just power. + +This was creation. + +It was a bit hard to process but it was true. + +He was indeed creating a spirit. + +A being that should be born naturally. + +"So, how can I sped up the process for its growth?" Max asked. + +"You're rushing it, kid," Blob said, calm as ever. "That spirit you're so eager about? It's not something that'll pop out overnight. Might take years." + +He floated lazily, then added, "Only thing that'll speed it up is soul force. We spirits live on that. It's everything to us." + +Max gave a short nod. That much he understood. + +There would be chances. The Mourning Depths was full of infernal beings. Full of souls waiting to be harvested. + +But for now, he had two goals. + +Break into Adept Rank. + +Awaken the Unique Physique. + +"Let's get this done," Max muttered and sat cross-legged inside the small cave he'd carved out beneath the surface. + +Across from him, Blob settled down like a lazy puddle of light. + +Max reached into his spatial storage and pulled out the glass bead—the Sinful Bone Frame. It pulsed with a faint red glow. + +He placed it gently into the dirt, soul force wrapping tightly around it. + +Next, he activated Dragon Scales Transformation. + +Black-glowing scales grew over his left arm, layering one after another until they reached his elbow. + +Then—he channeled the 58 Draconic Essences. + +Each scale lit up with a soft golden hue. His entire arm pulsed with power, both ancient and alive. + +He pressed that arm over his heart. + +His breathing slowed. + +Then he looked at Blob. + +"I'm breaking the bead. It'll kill the demon inside. You ready?" + +Blob's grin was sharp. "Born ready." + +Max took a deep breath. + +Then crushed the glass bead with his other hand. + +Kacha! + +A sharp crack echoed. + +Then— + +"AGGHH!" + +A scream tore through the air. Inhuman. Full of pain and fury. + +From the shattered bead, a thick red miasma burst out. It wasn't smoke. It was liquid soul. Rage. Malice. Essence of a dead monster, now free. + +But it didn't escape. + +It rushed straight into Max's chest, like it had been waiting for him all along. + +At the same time, Blob moved fast. A ripple of white light slashed through the air as he carved out a chunk of the miasma. He gulped it down without hesitation. The soul force inside it swirled through his form, strengthening him. + +Meanwhile— + +Max's eyes widened. The red energy was burning inside him. Violent. Wild. Uncontrolled. + +He gritted his teeth and activated his power— + +Draconic Essence surged. + +His heart began to glow. A dark golden light flared from within his chest. + +He was breaking open the Gate of Life. + +The red miasma collided with the transformation. Chaos exploded inside him. + +Veins bulged across his body. + +Organs trembled. + +Bones cracked. + +The red energy tore through his body, breaking down everything, molecule by molecule. + +This was the price of accepting a Bone Frame. + +The old structure had to be destroyed. + +Only then could it rebuild, fusing with the miasma to create a new physique—𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +One tuned to the Concepts. One made for power. + +"Ghh…!" + +Blood leaked from his lips. + +The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt. + +But Max didn't collapse. + +He didn't scream. + +He held on. + +Because he knew what was waiting on the other side. + +Normally, this process wasn't supposed to hurt that much. + +But Max wasn't using a regular Bone Frame. + +He used a Sinful Bone Frame—one infused with a soul. + +The power was greater. + +But so was the pain. + +Every breath burned. + +Every heartbeat felt like a hammer striking his ribs. + +His body was being unmade. + +His blood boiled. His flesh tore. + +And yet, Max didn't regret it. + +Not even for a second. + +Power—that was all that mattered. + +If this suffering could make him stronger… + +Then let it break him. + +He clenched his fists. + +And threw everything into the Gate of Life. + +His heart blazed with golden-red light. + +The Gate was trembling. Almost there. Almost… + +Time crawled. + +Each second stretched into eternity. + +But Max held on. + +Silent. + +Steady. + +Unyielding. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-317.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-317.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a6bebdc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-317.md @@ -0,0 +1,182 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 317: Unholy Trinity Body" +slug: "ch-317" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 317 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1324 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max struggled to open the Gate of Life nestled within his heart, he was also enduring the torment of the red miasma wreaking havoc inside his body. Time slipped by in silence, and before anyone realized it, a full month had passed. + +A lot had happened during that month. + +Some squads exploring the Mourning Depths were completely annihilated by infernal beings, their names vanishing into dust and blood. Others, by sheer luck or desperate strength, managed to turn the tables—killing the infernals and reaping rare rewards like Bone Frames and the infamous Infernal Demon Tattoos. + +The squad Max belonged to, led by the battle-hardened Old Man Grey, had not been spared either. From the original number, only five members were left standing now. The rest... lost to the darkness. + +It was the same everywhere. Some squads stumbled upon fortunes. Others fell into death traps. The Mourning Depths had no favorites—only trials, luck, and tragedy. + +But Max remained isolated from it all, deep within a hidden underground cave. While the world above shifted and squads fought for survival, he stayed rooted in place—body trembling, soul focused, eyes closed—as he attempted to break through the Gate of Life. + +Now, his body was cloaked in a brilliant golden glow, so bright it lit up every inch of the cavern around him. Hovering quietly nearby was Blob, floating in silence, watching over him like a silent guardian. + +Crimson wisps of miasma danced around his glowing form—like snakes coiling, hissing, biting. Each one invaded his body, shredding him from the inside out, leaving his organs screaming and cells collapsing. + +He looked nothing like the boy from a month ago. + +His skin had shriveled and clung to his bones, dried out and paper-thin like a corpse left under the sun for too long. His face was sunken. His lips cracked. His limbs looked as fragile as sticks. + +If someone were to see him now, they'd think he was already dead. + +But he wasn't. + +Somehow, he was still holding on. Still fighting. + +Still alive. + +Just then, the golden glow surrounding Max's body vanished—snuffed out like a dying flame. All that remained were the red, chaotic wisps swirling around him, hungrily tearing into his flesh. + +Blob's expression darkened. A frown crept across his face, but he didn't move. He simply hovered there, watching in silence. + +The red miasma grew thicker with every passing second, spreading like wildfire until it engulfed Max's entire body. + +Then, without warning, Max's body began to rise—slowly, weightlessly—into the air. + +And in the next moment, he exploded. + +Flesh. Bone. Blood. + +Scattered like ash in the wind. Torn to pieces. + +Blob's eyes widened in shock. + +What remained was a soft, gentle blue glow, flickering in the air—barely stable. It was surrounded by the same crimson miasma, now twisting around it like a predator circling prey. + +"...Boy, you're not dead yet… right?" Blob muttered, his voice barely a whisper and laced with disbelief. His round form trembled slightly. + +He had seen people absorb Bone Frames before. He had witnessed warriors cripple themselves and rebuild their bodies anew. But this… this was something else. Something far beyond that. + +BRR! + +Suddenly, the faint blue light began to pulse. + +With each pulse, it grew brighter. Stronger. + +The red miasma tried to resist, lashing out violently—but it was too late. + +The blue glow consumed it. + +Devoured it whole. + +And then, it blazed. + +It shone with the brilliance of a newborn star, bathing the cave in an ethereal light. Warm. Pure. Sacred. + +But the true miracle was yet to come. + +The light began to converge, condensing toward a single point—shrinking, tightening, compressing into something tangible. + +A sphere. Small. Perfect. + +And then, slowly, that sphere began to change. + +Limbs formed. Fingers. Toes. Eyes shut in peaceful slumber. + +Within moments, the light had reshaped itself into the form of a newborn baby—an infant, fragile yet radiating the same gentle blue glow. + +"What… what is this?" Blob muttered, his voice cracking. "Reincarnation? Rebirth?" + +He could barely believe what he was seeing. + +A being who had lived for tens of thousands of years—who had witnessed emperors rise and gods fall—now found himself speechless, utterly flabbergasted. The scene before him didn't just defy logic. It shattered it. + +Not even in the depths of his ancient memories had he encountered something like this. + +The infant—born from pure light—began to change. + +A thin, blue layer of vital essence gently wrapped around the tiny body, soft and glowing like divine silk. It wasn't just energy—it was life, weaving itself into muscle, bone, and soul. + +And then, the impossible happened again. + +The baby began to grow. + +First, it aged days in seconds. Then weeks. Then months. His limbs lengthened, his body matured. A boy of one, then five, then ten. Time folded in on itself, warping reality as if the laws of nature bowed down to this moment. + +And finally, he stopped aging—at the form of a fifteen-year-old. + +A familiar one. + +White hair that shimmered like moonlight, flowing gently down to his shoulders. Skin smooth, but pale from the rebirth. And those eyes—bright pink, glowing faintly, carrying a fire that hadn't been there before. + +Max. + +Wrapped in the blue essence like a robe of light, standing barefoot and floating in the air—reborn, remade, something entirely new. + +Blob didn't dare speak. + +And then Max opened his eyes. + +His gaze flickered with confusion, awe, and disbelief. He looked down at his own hands, then at the faint traces of energy dancing across his skin. + +"…Holy shit," he whispered. + +The words escaped his mouth before he even realized it. + +His eyes widened. + +Reality came crashing back in. + +He remembered everything. + +Everything he had just been through. + +The pain. The destruction. The end. + +And now—this. + +Max had never imagined that breaking through would involve the complete destruction of his body—literally ripped apart, atom by atom—only to be rebuilt from scratch. The thought alone was terrifying. And yet, standing there now, reborn and alive… it felt nothing short of miraculous. + +Just as he was trying to process everything, glowing notifications blinked into view in front of his eyes. + +--- + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Adept Rank – Level 1.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the physique: Unholy Trinity Body.] + +--- + +Max raised an eyebrow. Unholy Trinity Body? The name alone sent a strange chill down his spine. He was just about to open the detailed status screen when he noticed Blob staring at him, eyes wide and unblinking. + +"Huh? What?" Max asked, half-curious, half-weirded out by the floating creature's expression. + +Blob floated a little closer, voice unusually quiet. "Nothing. I just… I've never seen anything like what I just saw. It was… enlightening." + +Max nodded slowly, understanding the sentiment. Even now, a part of him struggled to believe he'd made it through. Rebirth wasn't supposed to be this literal. + +He reached into his spatial ring, pulling out a fresh set of clothes. As he began dressing himself, he gave Blob a playful wave. "C'mon, snap out of it," he said, then casually pulled Blob into his Dimension of Spirit with a flick of his fingers. + +With the glowing essence still clinging faintly to his skin, Max slipped on his clothes and ran a hand through his white hair, trying to get it into some kind of order. But just as he was about to sit down and finally check the full details of his new physique— + +The ground shook. + +Violently. + +Crack— + +A deep rumble echoed through the cave, followed by jagged tremors rippling across the floor and walls. + +Max snapped to attention. "What the hell?!" + +The walls quivered. Stones crumbled. Cracks split open in the ceiling like angry veins. + +The cave was collapsing. + +"Damn it!" Max didn't wait. He surged upward, a blur of motion, shooting out of the cave just before the entire underground structure began to cave in behind him. + +But what greeted him outside… stopped him cold. + +His blood ran ice. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-318.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-318.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee29c28 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-318.md @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 318: Manifestation" +slug: "ch-318" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 318 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1198 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Hovering in the sky above—massive, monstrous, utterly unnatural—was a black statue. + +No, not just a statue.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +An abomination of stone and shadow. It had no face. Its shaped humanoid. Its presence alone warped the very space around it. + +It was so vast it pierced through the sky, shattering the very stars above the Mourning Depths like glass. + +Max's heart thudded once—hard—then again, louder. + +"What… is that…?" he whispered, frozen in place. + +"That," a familiar voice echoed in Max's ears, calm yet tinged with awe, "is a Manifestation." + +Max turned his head slightly as Blob emerged from the Dimension of Spirit, floating beside him with an unusually serious expression. + +"Manifestation?" Max repeated, brows furrowing. "What is that supposed to mean?" + +Blob's button-like eyes gleamed strangely in the dim light of the Mourning Depths. He stared at Max for a moment, almost as if he were trying to decide whether to explain something sacred or dangerous—or both. + +"A Manifestation," Blob said slowly, "is a phenomenon formed entirely from your fate, your destiny, and your luck. That colossal thing in the sky… that's yours." + +Max froze. + +His gaze snapped back to the giant black statue that loomed like a god of silence above the land. The stars it pierced were no illusion. Its presence was suffocating. And now, hearing Blob's words, a cold shiver ran down his spine. + +"That thing… came from me?" Max muttered, stunned. + +He believed in fate—somewhat. He thought destiny was something you could bend with willpower. And luck? He'd always assumed that was just chaos in disguise. But this… this was something different. Tangible. Towering. Real. + +Seeing the doubt and confusion in Max's eyes, Blob let out a faint, knowing chuckle. His gaze shifted toward the massive statue reaching into the heavens. + +"Fate, destiny, and luck," Blob said softly, "are real, whether you believe in them or not. But they're not things you can touch. Not usually. They work behind the scenes—subtle, invisible. Guiding, pushing, twisting. But in incredibly rare cases… they act directly. And the only way they can do that is through Manifestation." + +He gestured toward the statue with a lazy flick of his round arm. "That… is yours." + +Max remained quiet, trying to process it all. A force composed of things he'd never been able to see, now standing before him in the form of a star-shattering entity. Even with everything he had been through—even after dying and being reborn—this felt unreal. + +"But…" Max finally asked, the biggest question still lingering in his mind, "you said Manifestations rarely interfere in someone's life. So why is it here now? Why mine?" + +Blob didn't answer right away. + +He stared at the statue for a few seconds longer, then offered Max a crooked smile. "I don't know. Maybe something's changed. Maybe something's coming. Whatever the reason, we'll have to wait and see. Fate doesn't exactly hand out explanations." + +Max scowled, his instincts buzzing with discomfort. + +Fate. Destiny. Luck. They weren't things he liked to rely on. And now they were standing right in front of him—literally. + +Something about it didn't feel right. + +And the way that statue just stood there, unmoving yet oppressive, made it feel less like a blessing and more like a warning. + +It looked like it had stepped straight out of some ancient fairy tale or myth. + +But this was no story. This was real. + +At the very moment the black colossus appeared in the sky, the entirety of the Mourning Depths was shaken—not by quakes or explosions, but by sheer presence. + +Every single person, no matter where they were—whether hidden in tunnels, scaling cliffs, or fighting for their lives—froze. Their instincts screamed. Their skin crawled. And all eyes turned to the impossibly large statue that now pierced through the heavens like a blade of doom. + +Shock spread like wildfire. + +They had no idea what it was. No warning. No explanation. + +Unlike Max, who at least had Blob whispering truths into his ears, the rest were left with only fear and their own imagination. + +Some dropped their weapons. Others fell to their knees. Most just stared, wide-eyed and silent, trying to make sense of what they were seeing. + +--- + +"Grey… Tell me you also see this?!" Amara's voice trembled as she pointed a shaking finger at the towering black giant. Her face was pale, lips slightly parted in disbelief. + +Old Man Grey stood beside her, his aged face locked in a stunned expression. "I… I…" he stammered, but no words came. For the first time in decades, he was speechless. + +A man who had survived countless life-and-death trials. A leader of elite squads. A veteran of the Divine Palace. + +And now… all he could do was stare. + +Over thousands of years, the Divine Palace had documented countless anomalies, disasters, and phenomena. But never—never—had there been any record of a giant statue suddenly appearing in the skies of the Mourning Depths. + +It was too surreal. Too unnatural. + +Even Callie, whose knowledge as a high-ranking member of the Black Lotus Guild far surpassed most others, had a grim look on her face. If even she couldn't place it, then it truly didn't belong to any known realm of knowledge. + +--- + +Not far from them, another group of geniuses gathered. They, too, were staring at the monolithic figure, some frozen in awe, others on the verge of panic. + +Among them were familiar faces—people Max would recognize instantly. + +Jack's voice cracked as he spoke, his lips dry. "What in the world is that?" + +"Is it… an infernal being?" Anton muttered, his brows furrowed, face darkening with unease. + +"I don't think so," Crown Prince said quietly, his gaze sharp. He turned toward the middle-aged man standing beside them—their official guide from the Divine Palace. "You. What is this thing?" + +The man hesitated. + +Then shook his head. + +"I… don't know," he admitted grimly. "There is no mention of such a being, statue, or creature in any of the recorded history of the Mourning Depths." + +That answer made everyone tense. + +Aelric narrowed his eyes. So far, no matter how dangerous their path had been, the guide had always known something—some detail, some ancient warning to fall back on. But now? + +He was as clueless as they were. + +"Maybe… maybe it's not dangerous?" Alice whispered, her voice barely audible, eyes wide as she watched the unmoving statue. It didn't attack. It didn't move. It just stood there, like a dark monument to the unknown. + +But the middle-aged man turned to her slowly. His expression was heavy, eyes clouded with the weight of experience. + +"If there's one thing I've learned from all my years in the Mourning Depths," he said, voice low, "it's this—the things you can't explain… are the ones most likely to kill you." + +He glanced back at the statue. + +"And when those things show up… your chances of dying spike higher than anything else." + +His words sank into their bones like ice water. + +The group went quiet. Pale faces, clenched jaws, stiffened limbs. + +But none of them panicked. Not yet. + +Because despite everything—despite its overwhelming size and ominous aura—the giant still hadn't moved. + +It just stood there. + +Watching. Waiting. + +And that silence was perhaps the most terrifying part of all. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-319.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-319.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2aa2389 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-319.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 319: Wraith of the World" +slug: "ch-319" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 319 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +However, amidst the confusion and fear spreading across the Mourning Depths, there was one group who truly grasped the magnitude of what they were seeing. + +Deep within the heart of the Mourning Depths—far beyond where most dared to tread—stood a gathering of ten to fifteen figures, each cloaked in power and authority. They weren't adventurers or explorers. These were leaders. The heads of regions, clans, and powerful organizations from across the Valora Continent. The kind of people whose decisions shaped the fate of nations. + +All of them stood still, their gazes locked onto the colossal statue towering high above, touching the very stars themselves. + +"…Am I seeing this right?" one of the leaders muttered, voice low and disbelieving. "That thing… it reaches beyond the sky." + +"This," said a calm, regal voice, "is indeed a Manifestation." + +It was King Magnar, his golden hair flowing gently behind him as if the very air respected his presence. + +"But…" he added, eyes narrowing. "I've never heard of anyone—man, beast, or god—who could force their Manifestation into the real world." + +Envoy Lucas, a man draped in deep violet robes marked with celestial runes, gave a slow nod. "At least in the Lower Domain, no one's ever done it." + +A tense silence settled over the group. + +"Then…" King Magnar asked the question they were all thinking. "Whose Manifestation is this?" + +Brows furrowed. Lips tightened. No one answered immediately. + +And then— + +A scoff. + +"Isn't it obvious?" A mocking voice rang out. + +Azula, draped in red, her silver eyes gleaming with amusement, stepped forward with a sneer curling her lips. "There's only one monster here who could make even fate flinch." + +"…Max." + +Her voice echoed in the air like a crack of lightning. + +"He's not normal. Not even close," she continued, tone sharp. "Have you seen what he's capable of? He defeated peak Adept Rank cultivators… while he himself hadn't even reached the peak of Apprentice Rank." + +She spread her arms slightly. "Have any of you ever seen a battle power that absurd?" + +King Magnar pursed his lips. He had thought of Max. The idea had crossed his mind the instant the Manifestation appeared. But even so, logic kept him from jumping to conclusions. + +"According to records from the Middle Domain," he said carefully, "Manifestations sometimes appear during a breakthrough to a higher rank… but only when that rank reaches a truly significant threshold. Not during a transition from Apprentice to Adept." + +He looked around at the others. "And Max? Even if he just broke through, it would only place him at the first level of Adept Rank. That shouldn't be enough to summon something this… colossal." + +Azula shrugged, unfazed. "You're thinking too small. Rules break when someone like him is involved." + +Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the behemoth in the sky. "I'd bet my name on it. No one else in the Lower Domain could ever do something like this. Only Max." + +Her words silenced the group once again. + +They turned their eyes back to the monolithic figure—its presence growing more oppressive by the second. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the already treacherous aura of the Mourning Depths seemed to twist further under the weight of the unknown. + +And through it all, the behemoth simply stood—watching, waiting, unmoving—its arrival a signal that something had changed. + +Something deep. Something irreversible. + +And none of them had any idea what would happen next. + +But then, something happened—something so shocking it left even the most powerful leaders of the Valora Continent frozen in disbelief. + +Above the colossal black statue, a swirl of darkness took shape. + +Black clouds. + +They formed out of nowhere, roaring into existence without warning, like a curse summoned by the universe itself. The stars—those distant, ancient lights—moved aside, as if fleeing from whatever was coming. Even the skies of the Mourning Depths, warped as they already were, seemed to recoil. + +And then, crawling across the surface of the clouds, lightning began to slither. + +Not ordinary lightning. + +Seven-colored bolts twisted and danced through the dark mass like restless serpents, their glow shifting through violet, gold, crimson, blue, silver, green, and white. Each crackled with terrifying power, as if they were waiting… watching… poised to descend. + +"This… This is…" King Magnar's voice faltered. For once, the man who had led armies and defied calamities… had no words. + +And before he could finish the sentence— + +RUMBLE!!! + +A deafening roar shattered the silence as a massive bolt of violet lightning shot down from the clouds. + +BOOM! + +The bolt struck the giant statue directly in the chest. + +The impact was cataclysmic. The earth trembled. The heavens howled. The shockwave rippled across the skies and tore through the atmosphere like the wrath of a god. + +Max's eyes went wide as he watched from below. + +"What the hell?!" he shouted, completely flabbergasted. + +His Manifestation—this towering construct of fate, destiny, and luck—had appeared out of nowhere. And now, it was being struck by divine lightning? + +He couldn't even process it. + +"I know what's happening," came a sudden, grave voice. + +Max turned. Blob hovered beside him, unusually solemn, his soft features tense. His beady eyes stared straight at the storm above. + +"I understand now," Blob said. "Why your Manifestation appeared. Why the lightning is striking it. It all makes sense." + +Max blinked. "Well? Spit it out." + +Blob exhaled. A ghost of a smile curved on his gelatinous face. + +"You've triggered the Wrath of the World." + +"…I did what?" Max asked, dumbfounded. + +Blob nodded slowly. "Whether it's your absurd combat ability, or that new physique you just awakened, or maybe your complete bodily transformation—it doesn't matter. Whatever the cause, you've drawn the attention of the world itself. And it's not happy." + +Max frowned. "Wait, what do you mean by wrath of the world?" + +Blob turned to him, gaze grave. + +"This world is governed by laws—ancient, inviolable laws. And those laws are maintained by something greater than us all… the Will of the World." + +He floated closer. + +"Do you really think dungeons just appear out of nowhere? That blessings and curses happen by chance? No. This world is alive, Max. It watches. It judges. And when someone defies its balance, when they break the order… the world punishes them." + +Max ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "But I didn't do anything. I just followed the instructions to awaken my physique by the system!" + +Blob's expression didn't change. "Intent doesn't matter. You've broken the balance. Somehow, your existence is a threat to the world's design." + +He paused, then added softly, "My master once told me… the unluckiest people in the world are the ones who face the Wrath of the World before their time." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "Before their time?" + +Blob nodded. "This kind of divine punishment is usually reserved for individuals at the Legend Rank or higher. People so powerful, so world-altering, they can bend fate itself. And yet, here you are—not even at the peak of Adept Rank—facing something meant for legends." + +He looked Max dead in the eye. "Which means one of two things: either you're the most unlucky soul to walk this continent… or you've done something so monumental, so unnatural, that even the world itself couldn't ignore it." + +And above them, another bolt of lightning stirred. + +Crackling, coiling, ready to fall. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-32.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-32.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..292390e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-32.md @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 32: Strange Incomplete Skill" +slug: "ch-32" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 32 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1183 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"He—he jumped into the lava hole!" Amy shouted in panic as she began pacing around. + +Alice's face was dark at the moment. She clearly hadn't expected Max to do this. "All of this for what? Just a stupid skill?" She sighed. + +"That lava hole hasn't been active like the others, so I think he will be fine," Alice said coldly. "We'll wait for two hours. Anyway, it's not like we'll make it to the Storm Canyon in time." + +Amy nodded, her expression full of concern. + +--- + +Meanwhile, Max felt like the fall was lasting too long. He had been falling for several seconds now, yet he still hadn't hit the ground. + +Crash! + +Just when he thought he would keep falling, he suddenly crashed into the ground. His back hurt from the fall, but he was overall fine. + +'Strange, I fell from such a great height, and all I have is back pain?' Max mused as he inspected his surroundings. + +He found himself in a strange cave, with markings of flames and smoke carved into the walls. In the distance, he could make out three level 8 golems—just like the one from before—heading toward him. + +"This place has a lot of caves, strangely," Max muttered as he fired tens of magic bullets from both of his hands. + +The magic bullets tore through the air like blue laser beams, hitting the three level 8 golems one after another. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! + +The magic bullets struck them, and before the golems could even react, their bodies were shattered into pieces. + +A moment later, the golems glowed with red light before disappearing, leaving behind a pile of items. Max went ahead and collected them all. + +After that, he began searching the cave for the skill mentioned in the extranet. But while searching, he found many other interesting things. + +On the cave walls, he saw more carvings—some depicting rocks, others depicting lava, and some showing the golems he had just killed. + +'What do these carvings mean?' Max wondered as he followed them deeper into the cave, eventually discovering what appeared to be some sort of laboratory. + +'Laboratory? No, it's more like a junkyard,' he mused as he began to examine the place. He noticed many strange items, including a lava pool, a cluster of rocks placed carefully on iron crates, and a tomb. + +"Seriously, what is this place?" Max muttered in surprise. He hadn't seen or heard of a secret chamber like this before. To him, it appeared to be some kind of research facility where someone had been experimenting on something. + +Just then, an open box placed at the center of the cave caught Max's attention. It was positioned in such a way that it was impossible not to notice it. + +'Strange.' Although Max felt a little suspicious, his curiosity got the best of him, and he approached to check it out. + +Reaching the box, Max immediately poured its contents onto the ground and began inspecting them. + +'So many things? And some of them don't even look like they belong to a dungeon...' Max's suspicion grew as he examined the items. + +There were books upon books about rocks, mana paths, runes, and so on. In addition, he found some level 6 cores, a diary, a hexagonal token with a black lotus flower etched on its surface, and a scroll. + +Max didn't care about anything except the scroll, so he set the other items aside and focused on it. + +[Flame Creation (Common)] + +"Flame Creation skill, but it's a common rank..." Max frowned at the skill's rank. The Burning Wilds was an F-rank dungeon, so the skill obtained in its secret chamber should have at least been Uncommon rank, but what he got was just a common rank flame elemental skill. + +"This secret chamber is strange, and the skill I got here is low rank," he muttered in dissatisfaction and sighed. "It doesn't matter, I guess. If I master this skill to a high level, they'll think I have a flame-oriented class," he mused. + +Generally, one would only practice skills related to their class. It helped them increase the mastery levels if their class and skill were aligned. + +Otherwise, it was proven that using random skills not related to one's class made it difficult to progress in those skills. + +For instance, if someone had a class called Frost Wizard, they would find it easy to master ice and water-related skills. On the other hand, practicing skills like flaming arrows or other fire-related skills would make it almost impossible to progress. + +But Max was an exception. With the help of his Dimension of Time, he could practically master any skill to level 100 if given enough time. + +'They won't know,' Max smiled as he opened the skill scroll and placed his hand on it. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the skill — Flame Creation.] + +--- + +[Flame Creation (Incomplete)] + +– Rank: [Common] + +– Level: 0 + +– Description: A skill created by a mad scientist for his experiments. + +— + +"Is this for real?" Max was stunned as he read the description of the skill. "Damn, I was right! This is indeed a place where someone conducted research and experiments, but how did they do it?" + +As far as he knew, a dungeon would give everyone an hour after the boss was defeated to exit. It would also send a portal to anyone far away in an isolated place, helping them leave before the dungeon reset. + +However, the reset didn't affect everything. For example, if someone from outside the dungeon came and died inside, their remains would still be visible after many resets. Any changes made inside the dungeon would also remain after resets, though the only thing that would change was the availability of more monsters. + +'But what would happen if they didn't leave the dungeon after the one-hour time limit?' Max wondered, then shook his head. "All I know is that this mad scientist, whoever he was, managed to stay in this hidden chamber for years, conducting research here and this skill happened to be created by him." + +Although he didn't know how the mad scientist had managed to pull it off. But he didn't care as long as the skill worked. + +"This is a good place to level up quietly." Max muttered before taking out all the cores he had and began absorbing them. + +After minutes of all the level 6 cores and level 7 cores, Max didn't level up. "Damn, what's the problem with me." He frowned before absorbing the few level 8 cores when the level up notification popped up in his vision. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 5 of Novice Rank.] + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 5 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Physique: 6.5 + +– Soul: 7 + +– Energy: 10 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-100), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-100), Swift Dash (Lvl-100), Flurry Strike (Lvl-100), Flame Creation(Lvl-1)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [1] + +--- \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-320.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-320.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6919db3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-320.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 320: Seven Lightnings of Judgment" +slug: "ch-320" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 320 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1001 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"But there's one thing I still don't understand…" Blob said quietly, almost to himself, his tone reflective. + +Max glanced at him. "What?" + +Blob didn't answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the towering colossus in the sky, brows furrowed, as if trying to solve a puzzle that made no sense. + +"Even when someone below the Legend Rank triggers the Wrath of the World," Blob began slowly, "they simply die. Instantly. Their fate, destiny, and luck aren't strong enough to take form—let alone descend and defend them." + +He turned to Max, his voice solemn. "Only those who've reached the peak—true experts breaking into Legend Rank—possess fate powerful enough to intervene. In those rare cases, their Manifestation might appear to shield them. But you…" + +Blob paused, eyes narrowing at Max. + +"…you're still in the Adept Rank. Pitifully low, compared to those who've faced this before. And yet, somehow… your fate has descended—a full-fledged Manifestation—to protect you from the judgment of the world." + +Max fell silent, his mind whirring. + +He turned his gaze skyward, back to the statue that stood as his fate, his destiny, his luck made real. + +Why? + +He thought over Blob's words, letting them sink in. Then, a quiet question left his lips. + +"…Does that mean I'm just really lucky?" + +Blob shook his head immediately. "No. That's not it. Even if you were insanely lucky—blessed by the gods themselves—fate doesn't intervene like this. Not for luck alone. Not even when someone triggers the wrath of the world." + +"Then what is it?" Max asked, a faint edge of frustration in his voice. + +"I don't know," Blob admitted with a sigh. "Honestly… everything happening to you right now is something I've never seen before. Never heard of. You're rewriting rules I thought were unbreakable." + +Max nodded slowly, the weight of that truth sinking into his chest. He didn't know whether to feel proud… or terrified. + +RUMBLE! + +Another bolt tore down from the swirling clouds above. + +This time it was indigo, its brilliance blinding. + +It slammed into the head of the colossal Manifestation with a thunderous crack, the impact so massive it sent shockwaves through the very air. The ground beneath them groaned. The Mourning Depths shook violently, dust and energy scattering in all directions. + +Max braced himself, shielding his eyes as the force rattled his bones. + +"Damn…" he muttered. "How many of these lightning bolts are left?" + +Beside him, Blob didn't flinch. His eyes stayed locked on the storm above. + +"That's the Seven Lightnings of Judgment," he said quietly. "It won't stop until seven bolts have struck your Manifestation." + +Max's jaw clenched. His gaze drifted back to the towering statue—the one taking the punishment that should have been his. + +He imagined what would've happened if it hadn't appeared. + +Seven divine bolts. + +Each one capable of ending lives in an instant. + +He swallowed hard. + +If not for that Manifestation… he would have been vaporized before he could even scream. + +And somewhere deep inside, Max realized something terrifying. + +This wasn't just fate. + +It was something more. + +Deep within the twisted, shadow-choked heart of the Mourning Depths, a heavy silence settled over the gathered leaders of the Valora Continent. They stared up at the roiling black clouds hovering above the towering Manifestation—unnatural clouds that had appeared without warning, now crackling with rainbow lightning. Two bolts had already descended from the heavens, each one a divine judgment, shaking the depths to their very core. + +King Magnar's face was grave, his jaw tight, golden brows furrowed with a weight that only those who had lived long enough to fear the impossible could wear. + +This was beyond anything they had seen before. + +But not beyond what they had heard. + +"…Wrath of the World," he muttered, barely above a whisper. + +Yet every individual around him—each one an Expert Rank cultivator—heard him clearly. And the moment those four words echoed through the air, expressions darkened. Faces turned pale. + +Even though the Lower Domain was sealed off from higher power paths—preventing any from rising beyond the Expert Rank—that didn't mean its inhabitants were completely ignorant. Tales had traveled. Whispers had endured. And one such tale, more myth than fact, was known by every seasoned warrior: + +The Wrath of the World. + +A cosmic punishment said to be older than the continents themselves. + +"According to legend," King Magnar continued, voice low but audible, "the Wrath of the World is triggered when someone dares to defy the fundamental laws of existence… or when a terrifying expert in the Middle Domain attempts to ascend to a higher plane of power." + +He paused. His throat bobbed. + +"Then comes the Seven Lightnings of Judgment—to erase them. To purge them from existence." + +A tense silence followed his words. Even he, a king seasoned by war and storms, could scarcely believe what he was witnessing. He had heard of it in ancient scrolls and secret records—but never in his life had he dreamed he'd see it. + +"…Did Max really summon the Wrath of the World?" Envoy Lucas asked suddenly, eyes narrowed, his voice unreadable. The flicker in his gaze betrayed thoughts too fast to catch, schemes already churning. + +"I don't know if it's Max specifically," said Palace Master Hugh, his tone weighty with grim certainty, "but what we're seeing… this is without a doubt the real thing. The Wrath. I've witnessed it once, years ago, when I was in the Middle Domain. An expert attempted to break through to a Mythic Rank… and this happened." + +He gestured toward the sky where lightning curled ominously in the clouds. + +The same pattern. The same suffocating pressure. The same inevitable judgment. + +"What could Max have possibly done to trigger something like this?" asked Kate, her voice calm, but tinged with curiosity. She'd remained quiet until now, but even she couldn't ignore the storm overhead. Her eyes shifted to Aurelia, who stood beside her. + +Aurelia's face had darkened the moment the Manifestation appeared. + +And it hadn't changed since. + +'She knows something,' Kate thought. More than she's saying. + +But before she could press the matter— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-321.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-321.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..860a7f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-321.md @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 321: Vanished into nihility" +slug: "ch-321" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 321 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1008 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A voice sliced through the tension like a dagger. + +"Do we even need to ask?" Azula sneered, her tone soaked with venom. "He's being purged by the world itself. That alone is enough reason for us to kill him." + +Her voice grew sharper, her killing intent spreading like frost. + +"The world wants him gone. So what does it matter if it's lightning or our blades that finish him off? If we help complete the world's judgment, who knows… maybe we'll be blessed for it." + +She smiled. It was cold. Cruel. + +The idea hung in the air like a lure. + +And one by one, the other leaders began to glance at each other. + +They held no grudges against Max. + +Many had admired his talent, respected his meteoric rise. He was, undeniably, the most gifted genius the continent had seen in decades. + +But temptation was a dangerous thing. + +What if Azula was right? + +What if helping end Max's life—finishing what even the Wrath of the World had begun—earned them favor from the very laws of creation? + +Wouldn't that be worth the price? + +They said nothing. + +But their silence was louder than any answer. + +And the clouds above rumbled again. + +RUMBLE! + +The sky roared once more as a blinding bolt of blue lightning tore down from the swirling clouds above. It slammed into the chest of the colossal Manifestation with devastating force, unleashing a massive shockwave that rippled outward in every direction. + +Across the Mourning Depths, the very earth groaned. + +Rocks cracked. Trees trembled. Caverns deep below shuddered in response.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +And then— + +RUMBLE! + +Another bolt descended. + +This time it was green, crackling with wild, vibrant energy as it struck the statue's shoulder. The impact sent a second shockwave tearing through the air like a sonic boom, shaking the foundations of the land yet again. + +Two bolts. Back-to-back. + +The sky remained thick with tension. + +The black clouds swirled ominously above the colossal figure, and though they fell silent for now, streaks of multi-colored lightning still slithered across their surface, restless and waiting—coiling, preparing for the next strike. + +The world itself felt like it was holding its breath. + +That's when Envoy Lucas broke the silence. + +"Magnar," he said casually, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, "watching this is getting a little boring. I think I'll go hunt down a few infernal beasts. Who knows—maybe I'll snag a twelve-layered Infernal Demon Tattoo while I'm at it." + +His voice was light, even playful. + +But King Magnar turned to him sharply, his expression unreadable. + +How could Lucas be bored at a time like this? + +They were witnessing something legendary, something that had only ever existed in myth and rumor—a Manifestation enduring the Wrath of the World. This wasn't just history; it was cosmic law unraveling in real time. + +And yet Lucas acted like it was just another afternoon. + +Suspicion flickered in Magnar's eyes, but he said nothing more. + +"Fine," he replied coolly. "Return quickly… or we'll proceed without you." + +Lucas gave a relaxed nod, his smile never fading. Then, without another word, his form blurred and vanished into the pale, eerie fog that clung to the ground like breath from a dying beast. + +He was gone. + +But not before Kate caught the strange glint in his eyes. + +She watched the direction he'd disappeared in, her stomach tightening. A knot of unease began to form, coiling deeper the longer she stared into the mist. + +Something's not right. + +She didn't know what Lucas was planning. + +But a bad feeling—sharp, cold, and certain—had taken root in her heart. + +--- + +Max stood beneath the swirling storm, eyes fixed on the skies above, silently counting the bolts as they struck. + +Four so far. + +Three remained. + +"So… after the Seven Lightnings of Judgment, the Wrath of the World disappears, right?" he asked, turning toward Blob with cautious optimism. + +Blob nodded slowly, though his expression wasn't exactly reassuring. "That's usually what happens. But in your case…" he trailed off, his tone turning uncertain. "I'm not entirely sure." + +Max felt a bead of sweat slide down his temple. + +'Great.' + +So even the talking blob who seemed to know everything didn't know what would happen next. + +He exhaled, running a hand through his white hair as the realization sank in. He'd followed the system's instructions to unlock his new physique—three nearly impossible conditions—and yet the result was attracting divine punishment from the world itself. + +"Feels like I've been scammed…" he muttered. + +--- + +RUMBLE! + +A piercing bolt of yellow lightning tore through the sky and came crashing down onto the towering Manifestation. + +BOOM! + +The air exploded with force as the shockwave rippled outward. Max's white hair fluttered wildly, whipped by the wind. Debris scattered across the cracked ground. + +He watched the scene silently, but a new thought gnawed at the back of his mind. + +"What would happen," he asked slowly, eyes narrowing, "if my Manifestation crumbled under the Seven Lightnings of Judgment?" + +Blob's smile vanished. His tone turned grim. + +"Then your fate would shatter. Your destiny would unravel. Your luck would be consumed, piece by piece—until there's nothing left. And in the end… you would be destroyed." + +He floated closer, his voice now low and serious. "Not just killed, Max. Erased. You would cease to exist—no soul, no memory, no trace. As if you were never born." + +Max's expression darkened. "I see…" + +He hesitated, then asked, "What if my Manifestation survives but… gets injured? Like losing an arm or something?" + +Blob blinked, then gave a rueful little smile. + +"Then whatever part of it is destroyed—be it an arm, a leg, even a finger—that portion of your fate, destiny, and luck will be lost. Permanently." + +"Gone?" Max asked, eyebrows raised. + +"Forever," Blob said. "Vanished into nihility. Never to return." + +Max fell quiet. + +He had always thought of fate, destiny, and luck as abstract concepts. Background forces. Invisible strings that sometimes pulled gently, sometimes not at all. But now… they were real. Tangible. And knowing that even a fraction of them could be erased? + +That was terrifying. + +He understood now why this was called Judgment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-322.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-322.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..585b454 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-322.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 322: Pressure Making Expert Rank KNEEL" +slug: "ch-322" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 322 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1110 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +RUMBLE! + +A bolt of orange lightning surged down from the heavens, striking the Manifestation dead center. + +It was the sixth bolt. + +Max braced himself, half-expecting the statue to tremble or fracture. But like all the others before it, the Manifestation stood firm—unmoving, unaffected. + +He exhaled, shoulders relaxing just a bit. + +"One more…" he whispered. + +RUMBLE! + +Before he could even finish that thought, another bolt descended. + +This time, it was red—bright and blazing, screaming through the sky like the wrath of a furious god. + +It slammed into the colossal figure with a thunderous crack that echoed across the entire Mourning Depths. + +And still— + +Nothing. + +The statue did not flinch. + +No cracks. No fractures. No signs of damage. + +Max stared in awe. + +Seven bolts. Each one more powerful than the last. And yet, his Manifestation endured it all. + +Unbroken. + +Unyielding. + +Max's lips parted, breath caught in his throat. + +Was it over? + +Had he survived the Judgment of the World? + +Max's eyes remained locked on the sky, silently praying for the black clouds to disperse and vanish now that the seven bolts had fallen. + +But his hope was shattered. + +Instead of clearing, the clouds grew darker. Denser. As if drawing in every shadow from the heavens. Then, without warning, a pressure descended. + +It wasn't loud. It wasn't explosive. + +It was silent—but absolute. + +Max's breath caught in his throat. His lungs refused to move. For a split second, it felt like existence itself had pressed down on him. + +His knees nearly buckled. + +But then… it passed. + +The suffocating sensation faded just enough for him to inhale sharply, his chest rising with relief. He realized why—his Aura of the Primordial was protecting him. If not for that title, that ancient force wrapped around his soul, he would have collapsed. + +Still, sweat drenched his body. His skin was pale, and his hands trembled slightly. + +"What the hell was that?" he whispered, turning toward Blob, his voice hoarse and his face drawn. + +Blob hovered close, frowning. He didn't look any more composed than Max. + +"I don't know," he said, eyes narrowing. "But that pressure just now… it wasn't ordinary. I've never felt anything like it." He shivered slightly. "It was suffocating… yet at the same time, it felt natural. Like something that's always been there, watching." + +--- + +Not far away, Max's squad—led by Old Man Grey—was faring far worse. + +All of them had dropped to their knees. Their faces had gone ghostly pale. Some trembled violently, blood beginning to seep from the corners of their eyes. Others collapsed altogether, eyes rolling back, bodies convulsing as they lost consciousness. + +Even Old Man Grey, seasoned and hardened by decades of life-and-death battles, had his hands pressed against the ground, gritting his teeth as his bones creaked beneath the pressure. + +Amara gasped, clutching her chest. "W-What's happening?" she choked out. + +It felt like the very concept of breathing had been stolen from them. As if the air had turned hostile. And with it, a killing intent—dark, ancient, and brimming with pure malice—descended over them. + +A wave of terror swept through the group. + +It felt like the end of the world. + +--- + +Elsewhere, not far from Max, a group of young geniuses was experiencing the same torment. + +Every single one of them had collapsed to their knees. Their faces were white as bone. Some had tears of blood streaking down their cheeks. Others trembled like leaves in a storm. + +"What's happening?!" Crown Prince gasped. Blood pooled beneath his eyes as he clutched his head, his body on the verge of collapse. + +Amelia, Revenna, Jack, and the others were no better. + +Eyes bleeding, limbs shaking, hearts pounding wildly. + +It was a horrifying sight—once-proud prodigies reduced to shivering wrecks, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure that pressed on their very souls. + +Only one among them remained standing. + +Alice. + +She stood at the center of the collapsing group, a brilliant phoenix of flame spiraling around her—wings outstretched, a divine barrier against the storm. + +The fiery bird roared silently, shielding Alice from the worst of the pressure. But even then, her legs trembled. Her breathing was shallow. Her brow dripped with sweat. + +The phoenix shield held strong—but only just. + +Still, she was better off than the others. And seeing them kneeling, bleeding, suffering—something inside her snapped. + +Clenching her fists, she grit her teeth and extended her flames outward. + +The phoenix's wings stretched wide, its fiery warmth sweeping over the entire group, wrapping them in protective flame. + +Slowly… the pressure eased. + +Their bodies stopped shaking. The blood flow slowed. Breaths came more easily. + +It wasn't a complete salvation—but it was something. + +What was happening to Max, to his squad, to the prodigies scattered across the Mourning Depths—wasn't isolated. + +This… was universal. + +Every single squad that had ventured into the depths—regardless of strength or background—was now kneeling beneath the same crushing pressure. Not a single soul had been spared. + +Even the most powerful figures on the continent—the leaders of Valora Continent, those at the absolute peak of Expert Rank—were no exception. + +Though their resistance was leagues above the others, they too were down on one knee, beads of sweat sliding down their faces, lungs struggling to inhale under the suffocating weight pressing on them like a mountain had fallen from the heavens. + +King Magnar, golden hair matted to his forehead, gritted his teeth as he tried to steady his breath. + +"Damn…" he muttered, eyes narrowed. "We're like ants under this pressure…" + +He turned his head and saw the rest of the continent's elite in the same state—kneeling, trembling, eyes wide in disbelief. + +"This was bound to happen," Azula sneered, her voice sharp even as she pressed a palm to the ground for support. "You all act surprised… but something this massive doesn't come without consequence." + +Another leader choked out, "What the hell is this pressure? I've never felt anything like this in my entire life." + +"It's… terrifying," another added. "It's like every part of me is screaming to run, to hide. But the worst part? I don't even think it's directed at us." + +"Exactly," someone else nodded. "This killing intent… it's full of rage, despair, pure hostility… but we're not the target. Otherwise, we'd all be dead by now." + +"This must be the Wrath of the World," one of the elders muttered. "It has to be. No mortal aura could suffocate the very land like this." + +Their voices were hushed, trembling. Because it was unthinkable. + +They were the strongest of the Lower Domain—men and women who had ruled their regions, fought wars, killed countless enemies. And yet here they were, brought to their knees by a presence they couldn't even see. + +A presence from the world itself. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-323.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-323.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1f661e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-323.md @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 323: Eating Away Fate" +slug: "ch-323" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 323 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1127 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I think Max survived the Seven Lightnings of Judgment," Azula said suddenly, her eyes fixed on the colossal black Manifestation that stood as still and unbroken as ever. "There's not a single scratch on that thing." + +She said slowly, her legs shaky but her smirk unwavering. + +"And by surviving… he's provoked the world even further. This pressure isn't random. It's focused. It's personal. And it's laced with killing intent." + +She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with malicious excitement. + +"Which means… we still have a chance to kill him. Think about it. Even the world itself wants him dead. What are we afraid of?" + +Some leaders visibly hesitated. Others exchanged uncertain glances. + +They didn't want to kill Max. He wasn't their enemy. In fact, many of them admired him. He was, undeniably, the greatest genius the Valora Continent had ever seen. + +But Azula's next words struck a deeper chord. + +"Don't you wonder… why he's so strong?" she said, her voice a low whisper now, curling with temptation. "Why his combat power is so absurd? Why his talents defy logic? What kind of secrets is that kid hiding that even the world itself had to intervene to stop him?" + +The moment she said that… something changed. + +Greed. + +It crept into the eyes of several leaders. A flicker at first. Then a glimmer. Then a fire. + +Because if Max possessed something so powerful that it could attract the Wrath of the World… + +What would happen if they took it for themselves? + +But just as the silence turned dangerous, King Magnar raised his voice, his tone firm and steady. + +"Don't fall for her poison," he said sharply. "Max is a treasure of the Valora Continent. He's the strongest genius we've ever had. We should be protecting him—not sharpening our blades behind his back." + +Azula turned to him with a cold smile. "He's angered the world, Magnar. What right does he have to live in this world anymore?" + +A new voice cut in—deep, gravelly, full of disdain. + +Norton Blade, the ruthless leader of the Blade Family, stood with blood still dripping from the corners of his eyes. He sneered. + +"She's right," he said, scanning the crowd. "We've all done terrible things in our lives. We've waged wars, committed crimes… but none of us have ever triggered the Wrath of the World." + +He took a step forward, his gaze cold and calculating. + +"Don't you get it? For the world to personally try to erase him… Max must have committed a sin so great, so unnatural, it defied even cosmic law." + +His eyes swept across the other leaders. + +"Whatever he's done—it's beyond redemption." + +And in that moment, the air turned heavy once more. + +Not because of the world's pressure… + +But because the leaders of Valora were now facing a decision that could change the future of the continent forever. + +Stand with the greatest genius their land had ever birthed. + +Or betray him… and claim whatever godly secret he possessed for themselves. + +--- + +Max watched in frozen horror as the black clouds above writhed and twisted, vibrant streaks of multicolored lightning snaking across their churning surface. But then— + +The clouds split. + +And from within them, seven enormous dragons emerged—each one forged from one of the seven colors of lightning: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Their massive, sinuous bodies crackled with divine energy, eyes glowing like stars, scales alive with ancient, destructive power. + +They weren't just powerful. + +They were behemoths. + +They descended slowly, their forms coiling downward through the storm clouds like celestial executioners, each one targeting the colossal black Manifestation that stood at the center of the Mourning Depths. + +"What the—" Max gasped, words catching in his throat. He couldn't even finish the sentence. + +Beside him, Blob trembled, his voice uncharacteristically shaken. "Well… you're done, kid." + +Even he had never seen anything like this. + +The very ground of the Mourning Depths shuddered. Caverns cracked. Peaks trembled. Creatures howled in terror as the seven dragons—divine storms given form—descended upon the colossal figure. + +It was a sight that could freeze the hearts of even the bravest warriors. + +--- + +From afar, Azula watched with a wicked smile tugging at her lips. Her silver eyes sparkled with cruel delight. + +"Heh," she scoffed. "Even if we don't lift a finger… looks like that kid won't be around much longer." + +She crossed her arms, her voice cold and final. + +"It's over for him." + +But King Magnar wasn't smiling. + +He stared at the scene, his heart heavy, his expression unreadable. + +Seven divine dragons summoned by the very world to destroy a boy's fate, destiny, and luck. + +And all he could think was—What in the world did that boy do to deserve this? + +But in the end… the question didn't matter. + +Because the dragons had arrived. + +--- + +The colossal figure—the manifestation of Max's fate—stood tall and unmoving. + +But the moment the dragons reached it, their maws opened wide. They lunged—one biting into its arm, another into its leg, others sinking their fangs into its waist, shoulders, torso. + +It was a divine feeding. + +And the moment their fangs sank in, Max's body reacted. + +A jolt of agony surged through him. + +He collapsed to one knee, eyes wide with horror. + +"What's—happening—?" he tried to speak, but no sound came out. His lips moved. Nothing followed. + +His vision dimmed, colors vanishing. + +His hearing dulled, replaced by silence. + +And then, finally—his body gave out. He collapsed fully, unable to move, unable to speak, deaf and blind, consumed by an overwhelming weakness that drowned out his thoughts. + +Blob hovered helplessly beside him. + +He wanted to act—but there was nothing he could do. Nothing anyone could do now. + +In the distance, the colossal figure began to disintegrate. + +Black light shimmered across its fading body as particles peeled away, scattered into the sky like dust in the wind. The once-proud Manifestation, untouched by even the Seven Lightnings of Judgment, was now being devoured, piece by piece. + +But even as Max lay paralyzed, something deep within him burned. + +His Three Dimensional Body was still active. Through it, he could see what was happening. He could see the dragons tearing into his Manifestation. He could see the unraveling of his fate. + +And his mind screamed. + +'NO!' + +'I won't allow this!' + +Rage flared in his heart. + +His will surged. + +Max activated the Dragon Scales Transformation. + +All fifty-eight of his draconic scales lit up with energy, blazing across his body like molten metal. Power flooded his veins. + +He stood. + +His body still couldn't speak. His mouth was sealed shut by the unseen force. But his resolve was sharper than steel. + +He drew his sword. + +And without hesitation, he stabbed it into his own thigh, channeling all 58 activated scales into the strike. + +The blade pierced through flesh and muscle. + +And then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-324.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-324.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e942ba0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-324.md @@ -0,0 +1,244 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 324: Deviant" +slug: "ch-324" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 324 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1271 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +AGGGHHHHHH!! + +A scream tore from his throat. + +A cry so raw, so loud, it echoed across the vast expanse of the Mourning Depths, shaking the silence like a war horn from the heavens. + +But more importantly—it worked. + +"It worked!" + +His voice returned. His lips could move again. + +And then his vision cleared. + +Light returned to his eyes. The blurred world sharpened into focus. + +Then came sound—rushing back into his ears like a crashing wave. He could hear again. + +And finally, the overwhelming paralysis faded. + +The weakness drained from his limbs. His strength returned like a dam breaking. + +Max stood tall, the blade still lodged deep in his thigh, blood trickling down his leg and pooling beneath him. But he didn't flinch. + +His chest rose with each breath, steady and strong. His muscles tensed with power. His eyes—once foggy and dulled—now burned with fire. + +All signs of weakness… gone. + +"It's over," he said, voice trembling—not from fear, but from exhilaration. "All the restrictions… all that suffocating weakness that just fell on me out of nowhere—it's gone!" + +The raw excitement in his voice made the air around him hum. + +Blob floated beside him, a wide grin spreading across his gelatinous face. "Not just that, kid," he said, eyes twinkling. "Look up." + +Max turned his gaze to the sky. + +And what he saw nearly stole his breath. + +His Manifestation—the towering black colossus that had been shrinking moments ago, reduced by the onslaught of the seven lightning dragons—was… growing. + +Slowly at first. A flicker. A pulse. A shadow growing taller. + +Then, steadily, unmistakably, it began to rise. Inch by inch. Foot by foot. + +Its dark, imposing form regained height, regrew mass, like a mountain rebuilding itself after a storm. Even though the seven multicolored lightning dragons were still coiled around it—biting, tearing, devouring—the Manifestation didn't shrink. + +It was reclaiming itself. + +And then—everything changed. + +Something happened that shocked not only Max, but every single soul who witnessed it. + +The air turned still. + +Time felt like it slowed. + +And then, without warning— + +One of the colossal's hands moved. + +A slow, deliberate motion. It reached toward its neck, where a violet lightning dragon had its jaws locked onto its throat. + +The hand grabbed the dragon. + +Not with rage. Not with panic. With purpose. + +It pulled the dragon down toward its chest—to the center of its being, where a heart would be. + +Then, it pressed the dragon into itself. + +And the dragon… vanished. + +Consumed. + +Swallowed whole by the very Manifestation it sought to destroy. + +Max's eyes widened. "What… what is it doing…?" + +Before he could finish, the other hand moved. + +It caught a second dragon—this one green—and dragged it downward, slamming it into its core. + +Gone. + +One by one, the colossal's hands moved with blinding speed, seizing each dragon mid-bite and feeding them into itself. Their brilliant, destructive forms vanished into the Manifestation's dark core. + +The dragons didn't resist. + +They had no time. + +The Manifestation was no longer just defending itself—it was devouring them. + +One by one. + +Red. Orange. Blue. Indigo. Yellow. + +All of them—devoured. + +Max could only watch in stunned silence, his heart pounding in awe and disbelief. + +The world had tried to erase him. + +The Seven Lightnings of Judgment had failed. + +Then the divine executioners had come—seven dragons forged of cosmic lightning. + +But now… + +His fate was devouring the punishment. + +The Manifestation didn't just survive. + +It won. + +Across the scattered cliffs and cracked plains of the Mourning Depths, the leaders of the Valora Continent stood rooted in place, their gazes fixed on the sky—every single one of them wide-eyed, stunned beyond reason. + +What they had just witnessed defied every record, every law, and every myth they had ever known. + +"…Now that was unexpected," one of the leaders muttered, his voice barely more than a breath. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself that what he saw had actually happened. + +"True," another added, still blinking in disbelief. "For a moment, I was sure the colossal would be eaten by those seven lightning dragons. But instead… it devoured them." + +"It turned the world's judgment into food," a third voice interjected. "Are we really supposed to believe the world itself failed to kill him? This is… this is ridiculous!" + +They couldn't wrap their minds around it. The Wrath of the World—something feared even in the Middle Domain—had come for Max. + +And yet, here he stood. + +Alive. + +Triumphant. + +King Magnar said nothing. His face had darkened considerably, his expression carved from stone. He hadn't blinked since the dragons vanished. He didn't know whether to be awestruck or horrified. + +He had watched the most powerful punishment the world could unleash… and it had failed. + +Azula, on the other hand, wore an entirely different expression. + +Her lips curled into a smile—a smile full of venom, ambition, and sinister intent. + +"Well then," she said smoothly, "it looks like it's up to us to finish what the will of the world started. The world clearly wanted him dead. Perhaps we should take the hint." + +Her voice was soft, but it carried weight. Temptation. Persuasion. + +And more than one leader listened. + +They didn't speak, not yet. But thoughts raced. If they succeeded where even the world had failed—could they receive its blessing? A reward from the very laws of existence? + +A benefit from the will of the world… such a thing would be priceless. + +"Look," someone whispered suddenly, pointing upward. "The clouds—they're dispersing." + +And just like that, the final remnants of the black storm peeled away from the sky. The oppressive pressure lifted. The air grew lighter. + +The clouds were gone. + +And in their place, the hauntingly beautiful stars of the Mourning Depths returned—cold, still, and distant. + +Max stared into the sky, his breath slow and steady. + +Only now did it truly hit him. + +He had survived the Wrath of the World. + +"…It's over," he whispered. + +Before him, the massive colossus—his Manifestation—began to tremble, its limbs shifting unnaturally. Then, it began to twist, to compress, to fold into itself, shrinking into a radiant ball of light. + +The light shot forward. + +In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the air and entered his chest, vanishing inside him like it had never existed outside to begin with. + +Max exhaled deeply, a heavy sigh of relief. + +"…It's really over," he said again, voice lighter. + +"That was close," Blob said, floating beside him with a grin. "I honestly thought you were done for." + +Max gave him a light smack on the head. "If I've got a partner like you, maybe dying is the easier route." + +Blob wobbled, muttering something indignant under his breath. + +But before Max could tease him further, a soft chime echoed in his mind. + +Notifications lit up across his vision: + +--- + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for surviving the Wrath of the World.] + +[Loading rewards…] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the title: Deviant.] + +--- + +Max raised an eyebrow. + +"Deviant, huh?" he smirked. "Sounds cool." + +But before he could enjoy the title, another series of messages appeared: + +--- + +[Abundant lightning energy detected within host's body…] + +[Analyzing elemental thresholds…] + +[Conditions met.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for awakening the Dimension of Lightning.] + +--- + +Max's eyes widened. + +"Dimension of Lightning?" he repeated under his breath. + +Then—he smiled. A wide, wild, excited smile. + +"…Now that's more like it." + +Max exhaled deeply, the tension in his chest finally releasing. + +It was over. + +The Wrath of the World had come and gone. + +He had survived. + +The colossal had vanished into his body. The storm had passed. The stars of the Mourning Depths shone above once more, distant and silent. + +And yet, just as he allowed himself that moment of peace— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-325.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-325.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..abebe8d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-325.md @@ -0,0 +1,186 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 325: Yin and Yang" +slug: "ch-325" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 325 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Look at your right palm," Blob said suddenly, his tone curious, one stubby limb pointing toward Max's hand. + +Max lifted his right hand, turning the palm upward. + +His breath caught. + +Etched into his flesh was a blood-red tattoo, the lines sharp, dark, and pulsing faintly with sinister energy. The symbol was unmistakable—it resembled the infernal demon he'd seen carved onto the gates of the Mourning Depths back in the Divine Palace. + +It looked ancient. Malevolent. Alive. + +But there was only a single layer. + +Max instinctively understood what it meant. This was the Infernal Demon Tattoo, and with each added layer, he would gain greater control over infernal energy, becoming stronger… darker. + +But to add more layers—to evolve the tattoo—he would have to hunt and kill more infernal beings. Their deaths, and the infernal energy they released, would be the fuel his body needed to absorb and expand the mark. + +And there was another mark below the infernal demon tattoo. It was a teleportation mark left behind by Cain when he left. + +--- + +"So…" Blob began, floating in front of him, arms crossed like a smug teacher, "what are your plans now that you've finally stepped into the Adept Rank?" + +Max grinned. + +But before he could answer— + +A sudden jolt shot through his body. + +His knees buckled. + +His vision blurred. + +And in the next instant—darkness. + +"Max!" Blob rushed forward, catching him just before he collapsed fully. He hovered closer, placing a soft hand on Max's chest and scanning his energy. + +"…Stable," Blob muttered, confused. "In fact, he's in even better condition than before he broke through." + +So why had he passed out? + +Blob's face turned serious. He floated up, placed a tiny hand on Max's forehead, and reached inward—sending his consciousness drifting into the depths of Max's soul. + +There, beyond layers of energy and thought, he reached the Soul Palace. + +A vast, majestic plane of swirling energy—Max's spiritual core. + +But when he reached the gates, he froze. + +"…What?" + +He blinked again. + +"…The Yin portion of his soul… it's missing?" + +His voice trembled with disbelief. + +"How the hell is he even alive?" + +A soul was not a single piece. + +It was two halves: Yin and Yang. + +Shadow and light. Cold and warm. Passive and active. + +Together, they made balance. Together, they made life. + +A missing Yin or Yang soul meant only one thing: death. + +It was an absolute law of existence. A soul could not function with only one half. And yet— + +Here Max was. + +Alive. Speaking. Laughing. + +Fighting the Wrath of the World. + +Blob stared at the glowing entrance to the Soul Palace, stunned into silence. + +He had seen countless anomalies in his time—beings that defied death, spirits born of nothing, even laws bent and rewritten. + +But this? + +This was something else entirely. + +He had been speaking with someone who possessed only a Yang soul. + +And that was supposed to be impossible. + +The Blob hovered in place, his eyes fixed on Max's unconscious body, his round face contorted with equal parts worry and wonder. + +"What the hell, kid…" he murmured softly. "What are you?" + +He didn't expect an answer. + +Not yet. + +Max needed rest—and for now, that took priority. + +With a flick of his will, the Blob began to dig into the earth. The twisted terrain of the Mourning Depths was dangerous, but one thing it offered was seclusion. He tunneled down, crafting a small underground shelter, warding the walls with spiritual energy to prevent infernal beings from sensing them. + +By the time it was done, Max lay peacefully inside—a simple but safe haven in a land where nothing else was safe. + +--- + +A full day passed. + +Max didn't stir. + +He remained still, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. But his eyes stayed shut, locked in whatever world his mind now wandered through. + +Then—finally—they fluttered open. + +Slow. Heavy. + +He blinked against the dim light of the cavern, disoriented for a moment, before realization crept in. + +"…I fainted again," he muttered, voice low and hoarse. He sat up slowly, stretching his limbs. His face was grim, not from pain, but from the familiarity of the experience. + +Across the cave, the Blob hovered quietly. + +Max caught sight of him and forced a casual tone into his voice. "Don't worry. This happens sometimes." + +But Blob's face didn't change. He didn't smile. He didn't blink. + +He floated up, and without warning, his tiny, squishy hand slapped Max's forehead with a wet smack. + +"Boy," Blob said sternly, "don't brush this off like it's nothing. You're in serious trouble." + +Max winced, rubbing his head. "You mean… the fainting?" + +Blob nodded, more serious than Max had ever seen him. "I've scanned your entire body—every cell, every fragment of your spirit. I searched your soul." + +Max frowned. "And?" + +"I found something missing," Blob said slowly. + +Max stilled. + +"Missing?" he echoed. "What is it?" + +Blob hesitated. His eyes narrowed as if weighing whether to speak the truth aloud. + +Finally, he said, "A soul is made of two halves—Yin and Yang. They're not optional. They're not decorative. They're essential. One complements the other. Without both, the soul collapses. The body dies." + +Max listened quietly, brows drawing together. + +"A person cannot live with only one," Blob continued. "If either the Yin or Yang part is missing… that's it. The soul disintegrates. The mind erodes. The body follows. It's final." + +Max's heart began to beat faster. A cold realization stirred in his chest. + +"…Yin and Yang soul," he muttered, his eyes growing wide. + +His mind shot back to the doorway of the Soul Palace—the swirling design he always assumed was a symbolic Taiji diagram, the classic black-and-white circle representing balance. + +But now… + +Now he understood. + +That wasn't a symbol. + +That was his soul. + +And he only had half of it. + +The white half. + +Yang. + +His eyes widened in alarm as he looked up at Blob. "I don't have a Yin soul…" he whispered in disbelief. "All this time… it wasn't a design. That was my soul's composition. I only have the white portion." + +He sat in silence, his voice trailing off into the quiet of the cave. + +What did it mean to live with only half a soul? + +And how was he even alive? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-326.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-326.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..530ef26 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-326.md @@ -0,0 +1,148 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 326: Looking Forward" +slug: "ch-326" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 326 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The Blob floated in front of Max, his expression solemn. + +"I don't know how you're even alive with only a Yang soul in your body," he began quietly, "but what I do know is this—the stronger you become, the more this problem is going to surface." + +Max's brows furrowed, lips tightening. He could already sense where this was going. + +And it didn't sound good. + +He thought back to the past few months. + +Before his awakening, before he stepped onto the path of true power—he never had this issue. Not once. The fainting, the sudden collapses… they all started after he broke into Apprentice Rank. The first time it happened was subtle. The second time, during the incident with the Thorne Family where he fainted again almost. + +His expression darkened. + +"You're saying… the stronger I get, the more frequently I'll faint?" he asked, his voice grim.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +Blob nodded slowly. "Exactly. But that's only the beginning." + +Max's chest tightened. + +Blob's voice grew heavier. "There will come a time when you don't wake up again, Max. You'll faint—and that'll be it. Eternal silence." + +He paused, floating closer. "Whoever… or whatever saved you when your Yin soul was lost, they didn't just save your life—they rewrote it. They altered your body. Did something impossible. Made it so you could survive with just a Yang soul." + +He tilted his head slightly. "That was a miracle, kid. Truly." + +But his tone changed again—sharpened. + +"It wasn't a permanent solution. More like… a bandage over a cracked dam. One that only held together because you were dormant. Before awakening, your body wasn't putting pressure on your soul. Your cultivation was too weak to strain it." + +He floated back a little, gaze somber. "But now? Now you've awakened. You've stepped into the Adept Rank. You've grown stronger in body, spirit, and essence. And now—your soul can't keep up." + +Max clenched his fists, the weight of the words pressing down on him. + +"I just barely survived the Wrath of the World… and now there's this?" he muttered. + +Blob didn't offer comfort. Only the truth. + +Max's voice was sharp now, a tinge of frustration slipping through. "I upgraded to Adept Rank just now. I absorbed the entire Sinful Bone Frame's soul which I trapped back in the Soul Palace. My soul's already turned yellow. It has become a yellow soul. Hasn't it? Doesn't that mean something?" + +"That's not what I mean, kid," Blob said, shaking his head. + +"You can strengthen your soul all you want. Yellow soul, green soul, blue soul—doesn't matter. You only have half of what a soul should be." + +"Half." + +"Your Yang soul is growing, yes—but there's no Yin to balance it. No opposite force to stabilize it. And that's why your soul is already starting to falter. That's why you just collapsed. It wasn't from external damage or fatigue. It was your own power putting too much strain on a half-soul." + +He floated silently for a moment before adding, "This time, you were lucky. Your Yang soul endured. But the more you grow, the heavier the burden on it will be. And eventually…" + +Max looked away, jaw clenched. + +"…Eventually, it'll snap," Blob finished. "And when that happens, Max, you won't have a second chance." + +Max didn't speak. + +He sat there in silence, face pale, thoughts racing. + +He had survived, monsters, dungeons, the wrath of the world itself. + +But the greatest threat to his life… was already inside him. + +Max turned to Blob, hope flickering in his eyes despite the heaviness of the conversation. + +"Is there a way to… you know, fix this?" he asked. "To cure it?" + +Blob floated in silence for a moment before slowly shrugging his small arms. + +"I don't know," he admitted. "This is the first time I've ever seen someone alive with only one part of their soul. A full soul requires balance—Yin and Yang. Without one, you're not supposed to survive, let alone fight monsters and defy the world." + +He rubbed the back of his head, his brows furrowed. "But… maybe the one who saved you back then—the one who did the impossible—maybe they could do something more." + +Max sighed. + +"Yeah, well… I don't even remember how I lost my Yin soul," he muttered. "Let alone who saved me that day." + +His voice dipped into quiet frustration, but he shook his head and took a deep breath. "Anyway, there's no point in getting stuck on it now. I'll deal with it when it actually becomes a problem." + +He pushed himself to his feet and began walking toward the exit of the underground shelter. + +"For now, I need to move forward." + +As he climbed to the surface, light from the Mourning Depths' eerie sky bathed his face, and he grinned with excitement. + +"We're going to hunt down as many infernal beings as possible while making our way to find Alice." + +Blob floated up beside him, letting the previous conversation fade for now. "As you say," he replied with a nod. + +And just like that—they moved forward. + +--- + +The next several days were a blur of movement, battle, and blood. + +Max traversed the twisting terrain of the Mourning Depths with practiced ease, and with Blob assisting him—scouting, warning, guiding—he avoided the worst of the infernal traps and ambushes. + +Each day brought new fights. Each fight brought new power. + +He faced down hordes of infernal beasts, clashed with corrupted monsters, and endured battles that would have broken lesser men. But through it all, he prevailed. + +And with every infernal being he killed, the Infernal Demon Tattoo etched into his right palm grew stronger. + +By the fifth day, five distinct layers now curled around the tattoo's blood-red core, like concentric circles pulsing with dark energy. + +"I can feel it," Max muttered, holding up his hand as the tattoo pulsed with malevolent power. "A dark energy… flowing through me." + +He paused. + +It didn't feel violent. Not like before, when he used his black flames to absorb infernal energy—those times, the energy was destructive, chaotic, and painful, tearing at his organs like wildfire. + +But this? + +This energy felt controlled. Smooth. Tamed. + +It moved through his veins like an obedient stream, powerful but not out of control. + +"It's strange," he said. "But this Infernal Demon Tattoo… it really does tame the infernal energy. It's like it knows how to handle it." + +He focused and activated the tattoo. + +Instantly, a dark forcefield materialized around him, almost like a dome of cursed energy—with Max at its center. Inside the field, he could feel the infernal energy responding to him, bending slightly to his will. + +He could command it. + +"Within this field… I can control infernal energy directly," he whispered in awe. + +The Blob floated nearby, watching intently. + +"This tattoo…" he said suddenly, voice thoughtful, "why do you think it can even be formed here? Why is it that the Mourning Depths is the only place where someone can awaken the Infernal Demon Tattoo?" + +Max looked down at his palm again, then shrugged. + +"I have no idea," he admitted. "But yeah… it is suspicious." + +He thought for a moment before adding, "I guess this is why King Magnar and the other leaders keep exploring the Mourning Depths. It's not just about infernal beasts or treasure. It's about solving the mystery of this place." + +He clenched his fist, watching the tattoo glow faintly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-327.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-327.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6564b8d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-327.md @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 327: Meeting Envoy Lucas" +slug: "ch-327" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 327 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1262 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +With a deep breath, Max deactivated the Infernal Demon Tattoo. The forcefield of dark energy surrounding him shimmered for a moment before dissipating into nothing, leaving only faint ripples in the air. + +"Let's go," he said, turning toward the distance. "I can feel it… Alice isn't far from here." + +Blob gave a nod and hovered silently behind him. + +But they hadn't taken more than a few steps before Max froze.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +He didn't say anything at first. + +His body stiffened, his eyes narrowing, gaze locked on a patch of thick gray fog ahead. A strange stillness blanketed the air, the kind that came before something happened. + +The Blob immediately sensed the shift and halted as well, his usual carefree expression turning serious. + +Max's voice rang out, low and firm. "Come out. The fog may conceal your figure—but I can feel you. Someone's there." + +There was a pause. + +Then, a chuckle. + +"Hehe… truly deserving to be called the strongest genius of the Valora Continent." + +A figure stepped through the fog. + +Envoy Lucas. + +Max's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Sir Envoy? What are you doing here?" + +Lucas gave a light shake of the head, his expression calm and composed. "A storm of infernal energy blew through the area. We were all separated." He glanced at Max and then at Blob. "It seems you were split from your squad as well." + +Max nodded slowly, feigning disappointment. "Yeah… an infernal being attacked us. We ran in different directions… and I got lost." + +His voice carried a perfect tone of frustration and helplessness. A practiced mask. + +Lucas smiled gently. "No need to worry. With me here, I'll take you straight back to your team." + +Max gave a small sigh of relief, nodding gratefully. "Then I'll thank Sir Envoy in advance." + +He pointed toward the east, where Alice's presence tugged faintly at his senses. "I came from that direction. My squad should be nearby. Let's head there." + +Lucas nodded, still smiling. "Of course. Just walk beside me. Everything will be fine." + +Max stepped forward, a polite smile on his face. + +Blob floated behind silently, his small form unusually still. + +The three moved forward—but the moment Max reached Lucas's side… + +It happened. + +With lightning speed, Lucas's arm shot out, fingers curved like claws, reaching for Max's throat. + +But just before contact— + +Max vanished. + +A flicker of light. + +And then, he reappeared a few meters away, his posture steady, eyes sharp. + +"Sir Envoy," Max said, his eyes wide, "what are you doing?" + +Lucas blinked. + +Then smiled again—wider this time. + +"I see… you've gotten stronger," he said, voice low, almost admiring. "You've stepped into the Adept Rank. Impressive." + +He raised both hands slowly, feigning innocence. "I was simply testing your reflexes. Wanted to see how you'd react to a surprise strike. You did well." + +Max gave a short, humorless laugh. "Did I?" + +The smile vanished from his face. His gaze sharpened. + +"Cut the bullshit," he said, voice hard. "Your intentions aren't good, Sir Envoy. Don't pretend otherwise." + +For a moment, the fog thickened between them, a tension humming in the air like a drawn blade. + +And Max didn't miss the flicker of malice in Lucas's eyes. + +"What do you mean?" Envoy Lucas asked, tilting his head as though genuinely confused. "I was simply testing your reflexes—nothing more," he added with a casual shrug, his voice smooth as silk. + +Max let out a slow, disappointed sigh, his gaze cold. + +"You know," he said quietly, "I actually thought you were different. I really did." + +His tone dropped lower, cutting deeper. "But in the end, you're just like the rest of them. Either after my treasures… or after my life." + +Lucas's feigned politeness dropped like a shattered mask. + +His lips twisted into a sneer. + +"Well, can you blame me?" he said, eyes gleaming with greed. "Everything about you is worth stealing—your potential, your power, your secrets… and the treasures you've gathered on the way." + +Max's eyes turned to ice. + +"So, you've been planning this from the start," he said, his voice like a blade in the dark. + +Lucas chuckled darkly. "You catch on quick." + +He took a slow step forward, the fog curling around his figure like coiled snakes. + +"Ever since I saw your fights against the top geniuses of the Valora Continent, I knew something about you didn't make sense," Lucas said, his tone turning sinister. "You were only Level 7 of the Apprentice Rank, and yet you were outmatching people at the peak of Adept Rank. That's not talent—that's unnatural." + +His smile widened. + +"And then came your battle against the Lost Continent's finest… That sealed it. No normal genius could do what you did. Not even with a monstrous bloodline." + +Max remained silent, expression unreadable. + +Lucas went on, voice curling with venom. "But I couldn't make a move then. Not with the Black Lotus Guild and Phoenix Order guild backing you… and certainly not with all eyes watching. So I waited. I watched. I took my time." + +His eyes darkened. "And then, you volunteered. You wanted to join the exploration team of the Mourning Depths. Walked right into my reach." + +He chuckled. "That's when I decided to act. You should know anything happening to anyone here is their own problem. Nobody is blamed for anyone's death. And if I killed you here then nobody would know it was me. They would thought some infernal beings killed you." + +Max stared at him, face devoid of emotion. But inside, a storm churned. + +At first, he hadn't suspected anything. Lucas had always acted with grace and patience—he wore the mask of a man with purpose and loyalty. + +But that had been before. + +Before Aurelia stabbed him in the back. + +Before he realized how fragile trust really was. + +Since that day, he never dropped his guard around anyone—not even Alice. He couldn't afford to. Not here. Not now. + +He had no room for naïve hope. Only survival. + +Then— + +Suddenly, the earth beneath Max's feet trembled. + +A suffocating pressure descended like a mountain crashing from the sky. The air itself grew heavy, thick with invisible weight. + +Max's body tensed instinctively. + +He used his Level 3 Lightning Aura along with level 3 Flame Aura but they were crushed the moment they took form around his body. + +His breathing hitched. + +Then—he understood. + +His eyes sharpened. + +"A… Concept," he muttered, his voice laced with alarm. + +"Yes," Envoy Lucas said, his sneer widening as the very earth seemed to tremble beneath his feet. "A Level 1 Concept of Earth." + +His voice was cold and sharp, vibrating with power. + +"I didn't want to use a concept here," he admitted, glancing at the heavy fog thickening around them. "It's bound to attract infernal beings. But I suppose I'm helpless in the face of someone like you." + +His gaze locked onto Max, and for a brief moment, something primal flickered in his eyes—hunger. + +Max's face darkened. He didn't speak. Instead, with a small wave of his hand, he gestured toward Blob—and in an instant, the floating spirit vanished into a pocket of space, tucked away safely inside Max's Spirit Dimension. + +But Lucas saw it. + +And his greed only deepened. + +That single motion told him everything: Max wasn't just strong—he was dangerous, mysterious, and filled with secrets the world had never seen. + +Suddenly, the fog around them thickened—not just dense, but heavy, as if it had turned almost liquid. The air warped with tension. + +Then came Blob's voice, echoing faintly into Max's ear from the dimension. + +"Max, I sense it… Many infernal beings are heading this way. That concept stirred them. You need to leave. Now." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-328.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-328.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3245c08 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-328.md @@ -0,0 +1,212 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 328: Soul Search" +slug: "ch-328" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 328 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1215 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +He understood immediately. Concepts were tied to laws—and the Mourning Depths was made of nothing but infernal energy. Unleashing a Concept here was like lighting a flare in a sea of monsters. + +Max shifted slightly, readying his stance. + +"You know, we shou—" he began, trying to parley— + +But before he could finish the sentence, he vanished in a flash of purple lightning. + +"You can't run from me," Lucas growled, eyes gleaming. "Not here. Not in this place." + +With a long stride, he surged forward, dragging with him the corrupted fog and a maelstrom of infernal energy, the aura around him acting like a magnet pulling death itself. + +Max, now dozens of meters ahead, gritted his teeth. + +Through his Three Dimensional Body, he saw Lucas gaining fast. + +Too fast. + +"Damn it," Max muttered. "He's catching up." + +He didn't hesitate. + +With a burst of thought, he activated Lightning Shadow Clone. + +In a split-second, another version of himself materialized beside him—same expression, same posture—but just a fraction slower. + +The clone continued to run alongside him before gradually falling behind. + +Max, without looking back, increased his speed again and vanished into the thickening fog. + +Lucas arrived moments later, landing right in front of the clone. + +He stopped briefly, glanced at the second Max, and sneered. "Do you really think a cheap copy can fool me?" + +Without even breaking stride, he ignored the clone and kept running, his eyes locked onto the real Max's trail. + +Max's heart pounded.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +He could still feel Lucas's presence—chasing, closing in. + +He glanced around. The landscape offered nothing useful. + +Just blackened soil. Rotten, twisted trees. Jagged cliffs. Hollow caves. And endless fog swallowing everything in view. + +Nowhere to hide. + +Nowhere to regroup. + +--- + +"You can't escape me!" Lucas's voice thundered from behind. + +And then— + +BOOM! + +He slammed both palms forward, and the very earth beneath Max shook violently. + +With a sharp crack, the ground split. + +Then— + +Hands of stone and rock erupted from the dirt beneath Max's feet and seized him, tightening like a vice around his legs and waist. + +Max struggled—gritting his teeth as the jagged, earthen grip began to crush inward. + +The Concept of Earth had taken hold. + +Max gritted his teeth, veins bulging at the side of his neck. + +In the next heartbeat, he activated Dragon Scales Transformation, and with it, the full force of his 58 Draconic Essences surged through his body like a volcanic flood. In an instant, black-glowing scales erupted across his arms and torso—scales that shimmered like obsidian under the pressure of raw, ancient power. + +The stone hands clamping down on him cracked as his muscles bulged and roared with power. + +"Break it!" Max growled, and with a violent twist of his arms and a surge of brute force, the rock hands shattered with an earth-shaking crack, splinters of stone flying in all directions. + +He didn't waste a second. + +Max took off again, the ground beneath him exploding in bursts of dust and energy with every step. + +"I told you," Lucas's voice echoed through the fog, "you can't run from me in this place." + +And just like that— + +The ground writhed again. + +From the dark soil, dozens of stone serpents erupted, their bodies winding and slithering with unnatural speed. They weren't real snakes—but conjurations of Lucas's Concept of Earth, each one forged from hardened rock and twisted intent. + +They struck like whips, wrapping around Max's body before he could blink. + +In seconds, he was trapped again—his arms, legs, torso, and even his throat locked in a crushing embrace, leaving only his head free. + +From the thick fog ahead, Lucas emerged, calm and triumphant, a wicked smile playing on his lips. + +"I told you," he said smoothly, "you can't run from me here." + +Max struggled against the restraints, his face grim. + +He knew brute force wouldn't be enough this time. + +Then, like lightning in the dark, Blob's voice rang sharply in his mind: + +"You have a yellow soul! Attack him with your soul, now!" + +Max didn't hesitate. + +He focused, gathering his soul force in an instant—then unleashed it in a concentrated, invisible blast that surged from his forehead and struck Lucas head-on. + +WUUUUMM! + +A wave of soul pressure rippled through the air. + +"AGGGHHHH!" Lucas screamed, suddenly clutching his head with both hands, stumbling backward in agony. + +Max's eyes lit up. "It worked!" + +He pulled against the stone snakes, preparing to escape— + +But then Lucas's body stilled. + +And he lifted his head. + +The pained expression was gone. + +Replaced with amusement. + +"No… it didn't," Lucas said, smirking. "I was just playing along. Did you really think I wouldn't come prepared for soul attacks?" + +He stepped forward, the smile on his face growing sharper. + +"Some infernal beings use soul-based strikes. I've a treasure that resist all soul based attacks." + +Max's expression hardened. + +He was running out of options. + +"You're mine now, Max," Lucas said, slowly circling around him. "Do you have any last words before I soul search you?" + +Inside Max's mind, Blob's voice erupted again, this time laced with pure panic: + +"Max! You have to do something! If he searches your soul—even with your soul being stronger—you'll lose everything! Best case, you go brain-dead. Worst case—you die!" + +Max's heart pounded as his eyes darted around. + +All he could see was swirling fog, shadows moving within it. + +Infernal beings. + +Dozens of them, just beyond reach, circling like vultures, drawn to the aura of the Concept and the chaos. + +"No one's coming to save you," Lucas whispered, lifting his hand toward Max's forehead. "You're in a hopeless situation." + +Max gritted his teeth—and made a split-second decision. + +A desperate, reckless move. + +One that could either save him… or end him. + +BURST! + +His head suddenly exploded into black flames, engulfing his skull in searing fire. + +Lucas flinched. "Flames won't help you either—" + +But before his hand could reach Max's head— + +The black flames twisted. + +They surged outward like a violent cyclone, spinning into a wide vortex, funneling outward in all directions. + +And then— + +They began to devour. + +All around them, the infernal energy that had gathered—thick in the fog, heavy in the air—began to swirl violently, drawn into the flames like water into a whirlpool. + +The fog trembled. + +The very space around Max screamed with pressure as all the infernal energy nearby was pulled toward him, absorbed into the heart of the black fire. + +Lucas's eyes widened, his expression shifting from triumph to disbelief. + +"What… the hell… is this?!" + +Before he could even begin to process what was happening, the fog erupted around him. + +Dozens of infernal beings, previously hiding within the thick, cursed mist, lunged at him from every direction—some screeching, others silent as death, their bodies twisted in grotesque shapes, drawn toward the vortex of black flames and Max's devouring aura. + +"Damn it!" Lucas spat, his hands slamming into the ground. + +At his command, the earth beneath his feet splintered, and more stone serpents erupted—twisting, thrashing, slamming into the infernal beasts, crushing several of them into dust, while others were thrown back in screeching agony. + +"You pests," he snarled. "Do you think you can kill me?" + +Arrogance laced his voice. + +He was an Expert Rank cultivator. If he'd still been in Seeker Rank, perhaps he would've struggled. But now? These mindless beasts were nothing to him. + +Or so he thought. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-329.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-329.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f444a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-329.md @@ -0,0 +1,228 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 329: Eleven Layers of Infernal Demon Tattoo" +slug: "ch-329" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 329 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Just as he finished speaking, a shadow slipped through the chaos—silent, quick. + +It wasn't like the others. + +This one… was different. + +An eerie skeletal creature emerged from the swirling mist—a twisted specter, its body a blend of translucent spirit and decaying bone. Its presence brought with it a chill that even Lucas felt. A ghost, but with the physicality of a cursed skeleton.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Before he could react— + +It clung to him, phasing through his defenses like water through cracks. + +"What—!?" Lucas tried to tear it off— + +But it was too late. + +With a sudden pulse of infernal energy, the creature lifted off, dragging Lucas screaming upward into the sky—into the forbidden sky of the Mourning Depths. + +Within seconds, both Lucas and the ghostly entity had vanished into the swirling clouds above. + +But Max didn't stop. + +Or rather—he couldn't. + +The black flames surrounding his head continued to swirl, forming a violent funnel around him. All the infernal energy in the area was drawn toward him like moths to a bonfire, vanishing into the vortex at terrifying speed. + +"Max!" Blob's voice echoed from within the Dimension of Spirit, laced with urgency. "He's gone! You need to stop! Your body won't survive absorbing this much infernal energy!" + +But Max's reply came quickly. + +"I can't stop it!" he shouted back mentally, his voice strained. "It's not the flames—it's my body. It's like I've become a black hole for infernal energy. I'm not controlling this!" + +Blob cursed loudly. "Damn it!" + +And so, Max stood at the center of the storm—arms at his sides, head bowed, the flames around him spinning like a whirlpool of destruction. + +For ten… twenty… nearly thirty minutes, the storm continued. + +Infernal energy rushed into him from every corner of the region. The very atmosphere seemed to thin out, robbed of its corruption. + +Then, finally— + +The black flames dimmed, collapsed inward… + +And vanished. + +Max exhaled slowly. He looked around. The fog was thinner now. The oppressive aura of infernal energy had all but disappeared. + +"I don't feel… anything," he muttered, surprised. "I just devoured enough infernal energy to destroy a small army, and I feel fine." + +He thought back to the last time he'd used infernal energy—when he powered the Evil Wheel of Samsara. Back then, even a small dose of it had wreaked havoc on his body. + +But now? + +Now it was like his body had accepted it. + +CRACK! + +The stone snakes coiling around him finally shattered under the renewed surge of his Draconic Essence. + +Black scales glinted across his arms as he pushed forward, shattering the final pieces of his restraints. + +And then— + +He ran. + +Max raced through the broken landscape of the Mourning Depths, scanning with his Three Dimensional Body for any trace of Lucas. + +But there was nothing. + +Not a flicker. Not a footprint. + +Only after running for nearly an hour did Max finally come to a stop. + +He stood there, breath steady, body pulsing with strange energy. + +Then, with a quiet pop, Blob reappeared, floating beside him. + +"Boy, are you okay?" he asked, scanning Max up and down. "You devoured so much infernal energy back there… I honestly thought you'd explode like a cursed balloon." + +But Max only smiled—calm, steady, and… satisfied. + +"I'm fine," he said. "In fact… I feel better than I've ever felt." + +Blob squinted at him, then frowned. + +"Wait a minute… look at your hand." + +Max blinked and raised his right palm. + +And then— + +He sucked in a sharp breath. + +The Infernal Demon Tattoo that had once displayed five concentric layers… + +Now pulsed with eleven. + +A blood-red symbol glowing with dark majesty. + +"Eleven layers…" Max whispered. + +He stood frozen. + +Staring at the glowing mark on his palm. + +Eleven layers. + +His breath hitched. + +This wasn't just rare. It was unprecedented. + +From everything he'd learned, eleven layers of the Infernal Demon Tattoo was the absolute peak anyone had ever reached in the Mourning Depths. The final threshold—just one step shy of the legendary twelfth layer. + +A layer that, according to ancient records, would grant the bearer the power to form a domain—a territory of their own will, where they could manipulate the very fabric of space and law. + +A layer that nobody in the history of the Lower Domain had ever reached in the Mourning Depths. + +He wasn't just close to it now. + +He was knocking on its door. + +Max's voice trembled slightly, his mind still reeling. "Did all that infernal energy I absorbed… pass through my body and go straight into the tattoo?" + +He clenched his hand. "But if that's true, why didn't I feel anything?" + +No pain. No chaos. No backlash. + +It didn't make sense. + +And then his eyes narrowed. + +A realization hit him like a thunderclap. + +"My physique…" he muttered. "It has to be because of my physique." + +Blob nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's the only thing that explains it. Since the tattoo and infernal energy are bound to your body, your new physique is the only possible reason you were able to absorb that much infernal energy without being torn apart." + +But then, Blob's face twisted slightly, lips pursed in mild confusion. + +"Although… didn't you say before that you couldn't see the description of your physique?" + +Max nodded grimly. + +He raised his hand and summoned his status screen. + +--- + +[Unholy Trinity Body] + +– Rank: [--] + +– Description: [--] + +--- + +"Blank," Max muttered, frustrated. "Still nothing. No rank. No explanation. Nothing." + +Blob floated quietly, eyes narrowed in thought. + +"That only confirms one thing," he said at last. "If your physique was powerful enough to trigger the Wrath of the World, then it must be something way beyond your current comprehension level. You're just not strong enough to see its true nature yet." + +Max nodded slowly. + +That was his theory too. + +It made sense. + +Still, the mystery of it gnawed at the edge of his mind like a whisper in the dark. + +But that wasn't all. + +There was something else. A reward he hadn't paid much attention to earlier. A title. + +He summoned it. + +And this time… he read it carefully. + +--- + +[Deviant] + +– Rank: [--] + +– Description: + +A being who defied the laws, shattered the rules, and spat in the face of the divine. One who walked paths forbidden, embraced truths unspoken, and carved a destiny no god had ever dared to imagine. They are the anomaly, the outlier, the impossible—proof that greatness is not granted, but seized. + +--- + +Max stared at the screen, a heavy silence settling over him. + +He read the words once. + +Then twice. + +And still, they didn't feel any less ominous. + +'This… doesn't feel like a title,' he thought. 'It feels like a warning.' + +Every line of that description was laced with something dark. Defiance. Rebellion. Isolation. Power that came not from being chosen, but from seizing what others were never meant to touch. + +It didn't feel like a gift. + +It felt like a brand. + +A curse. + +A mark carved into his fate, drawing the eyes of things best left unaware. + +Max exhaled slowly, lowering his hand. + +"I don't know what path I've stepped onto," he whispered, "but I'm starting to think… there's no turning back." + +And somewhere deep in his chest, the eleven-layered tattoo pulsed once—slow, steady, and hungry. + +'I guess, I can reach the unprecedented twelve layers of Infernal Demon Tattoo with my 'Devour' ability.' Max thought his eyes gleaming. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-33.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-33.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c41b092 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-33.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 33: Storm Canyon" +slug: "ch-33" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 33 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1172 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I should leave now," Max muttered. There were so many mysteries about this dungeon, but he had no answers. Moreover, he had gotten what he wanted. + +After scouring the secret chamber one last time for anything valuable, Max returned to the area below the hellhole where he had landed. + +He looked up at the long path ahead and contemplated for a moment. 'Let's use the power of Draconic Essence,' he decided. + +Moving to the center of the hellhole, Max used the power of six Draconic Essences. Raging strength coursed through his body as he activated the power within them. + +He focused all the energy into his feet and jumped up. + +FWOSSH! + +Cracks appeared on the ground where Max took off like a rocket, flying upward. + +Only a moment later, he soared through the air above the lava fountain region and landed just beside the hellhole from which he had jumped earlier. + +"Look, he's out!" Amy shouted in joy upon seeing Max emerge from the hellhole. + +"And he seems fine too," Alice said, gazing at Max's figure in surprise. "Looks like he did find the secret chamber down there." She muttered in contemplation. + +Just at that moment, Max appeared before them with a smile. "Told you this is where the secret chamber is," he said, a hint of smugness in his tone. + +"Good for you, and it seems you leveled up inside too," Alice shot back with a snort, folding her arms and pretending not to be impressed before changing the topic. "And I wonder what the others are doing in the dungeon? Why haven't they killed the boss yet?" + +"I wonder that too," Max said, pondering. "Maybe they've encountered a problem or something." He shrugged. + +"Then let's go to the Storm Canyon," Alice said, taking the lead. Amy followed right after her. + +Max followed behind. "By the way, I thought that volcano would be the lair of the boss." He pointed at the volcano in the distance, bubbling with lava. + +"Nah, it's at the edge of this region," Alice said without looking back. + +Max nodded lightly. "I hope the boss isn't killed before we reach the Storm Canyon," he muttered, following Alice and Amy quietly. + +--- + +After another hour of navigating the rough, unforgiving terrain, they finally arrived at a dried lava riverbed. The once-molten flow had long since cooled and solidified, leaving behind a jagged, cracked surface that stretched out before them like a natural pathway leading directly into the canyon ahead. + +"This is one big canyon," Max muttered in slight astonishment. + +The canyon stretched endlessly before them, its vast expanse disappearing into the horizons on both the left and right. Max squinted, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out where it began or ended. + +The jagged cliffs on either side towered imposingly, and the sheer depth of the canyon made it look as though the earth itself had been torn apart, leaving behind a deep, narrow valley carved into the ground. + +Just at that moment, seven bat-like figures engulfed in flames flew toward them. + +"They are Molten Bats... Do not let their spit hit you if you don't want a hole in your body," Alice warned Max and Amy as her hands also ignited in flames. + +Max nodded as he activated the Three Dimensional Body skill. + +"Let's try the new skill," he muttered, activating the Flames Creation skill. + +Immediately, both his hands engulfed in flames, but that was it. He could neither control the flames nor produce any more. + +'It's like I wore a glove made of flames,' he thought, very disappointed in the skill. Still, he didn't worry about it. He believed that if he mastered the skill to level 100, there would be much more he could do with it by then. + +"Stay close to me!" Amy shouted. "I have a skill that can protect us from the spit." + +Max turned to her and saw a circular shield of green light floating above her. It wasn't big, but it was enough to protect three people. + +"There's no need," Max replied as he put away the flames and drew his sword. + +He then turned to Alice and saw that seven flaming arrows hovered above her hands, ready to launch. + +"Wait!" Max called out to her. "You wanted to see my strength, right?" he asked, smiling. + +Alice stared at Max for a moment, then smiled in interest. "Alright, show it to me." + +Apart from their little bet, where Max had only focused on blocking her attacks, she hadn't truly seen him in action. The duel had been more of a test of skill than a real fight, leaving her curious and unsatisfied. + +She wanted to witness the full extent of his abilities, to see just how far his true strength could go. + +"Watch closely... Maybe you can learn a thing or two," Max smirked at her as he gripped his sword tightly, which began to tremble lightly. + +Almost instantly, both Amy and Alice felt a slight pressure on them. It was like something heavy was weighing down on them, making it difficult to breathe, but they could tell it was just a light sensation, as if they weren't the target of the pressure. + +Vroom! + +Their attention snapped to Max as his sword began to emit a faint light-blue glow. The radiance grew brighter with each passing second until the entire blade was bathed in an ethereal, shimmering blue hue. + +The glow pulsed rhythmically, exuding an aura of power that seemed to resonate with the pressure they felt. + +Max then raised his sword high, the radiant blue glow intensifying until it illuminated the surrounding area like a beacon. + +'It's time.' With a swift, deliberate motion, he brought the sword down in a powerful swing. + +'Divergent Slash!' + +SWISH! + +A luminous arc of light burst forth from the blade, slicing through the air with a crackling hum. It surged toward the seven Molten Bats with speed, leaving them no time to evade. + +Bang! Bang! Bang!... + +One after another, the arc struck its targets, cleaving through the bats mid-flight, cutting them in half. + +Their molten remains scattered in the air before falling unceremoniously to the ground in smoldering heaps. + +"That... That is Sword Aura!" Alice exclaimed loudly, her voice cracking with shock. + +She now realized the reason behind Max's strength as she recalled how effortlessly he previously blocked all her attacks like it was nothing. + +"But—But how did you comprehend Sword Aura?" she asked after calming down. + +As far as Alice knew, only the most prodigious talents at the Adept Rank had ever managed to touch upon the elusive Sword Aura in the Core Region. Such individuals were celebrated as once-in-ten-thousand-years geniuses, their names etched into the annals of history. + +But what about Max? + +He had comprehended Sword Aura while still at the Novice Rank, a feat so unprecedented that she couldn't even fathom what kind of genius could achieve something so extraordinary. + +The thought sent shivers down her spine. + +What kind of monstrous potential was lying dormant within him? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-330.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-330.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ee4b01 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-330.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 330: Half an year..." +slug: "ch-330" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 330 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1103 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood still, the silence stretching between them. Then, slowly, he turned to Blob, his voice calm but serious. + +"Can you tell me," he asked, "at what point do I really need to start worrying about this soul problem I've got?" + +Blob floated closer, his usually expressive face uncharacteristically grave. + +"You need to worry about it right now, kid," he said bluntly. "Every time your strength increases, the pressure on your soul increases too. I've already told you—you're living on borrowed time. One wrong step, one sudden breakthrough… and you could collapse. Permanently." + +Max frowned but didn't argue. He understood the risks. He just didn't have any options inside the Mourning Depths. + +"I get that," he said after a pause. "But I can't go searching for a solution while I'm still trapped in this cursed place. Not until I get out. So… until then, can you tell me what rank I'll probably be okay up to? Just so I have a general idea." + +Blob looked at Max, clearly unhappy with the compromise. But after a moment, he sighed and floated closer. + +"Fine," he muttered. + +He lifted his hand and gently pressed it against Max's forehead. A soft golden glow bloomed from his palm, flowing into Max like warm mist. Blob closed his eyes for a second, scanning Max's internal condition carefully. + +After a few breaths, he pulled his hand away. + +"I can't guarantee anything," he said, his tone still heavy, "but based on what I saw… you should be more or less fine while you're in the Adept Rank." + +Max's shoulders relaxed a little, but only for a moment. + +"However," Blob continued, "because your battle prowess is already freakishly high, the moment you step into Seeker Rank—and I mean the moment—this condition of yours will worsen drastically." + +He hovered closer, meeting Max's gaze. "In the worst-case scenario, you won't just collapse. You'll fall into a coma—or worse. Something even I might not be able to fix." + +Max absorbed the words in silence, his expression unreadable. + +"So you're saying I need to find a cure before I reach Seeker Rank," he said. + +Blob nodded firmly. "Exactly. If you don't, then whatever happens next… no one can predict." + +Max let out a long breath and glanced down at his hands. They were steady. For now. + +"Until Seeker Rank, huh…" he muttered. "That doesn't give me much time. But it's better than nothing." + +He already knew his leveling speed was faster than most. Way faster. He wasn't going to get a year or two like others might. + +"…So about half a year," he estimated. "That's what I've got—if I'm lucky." + +Blob nodded again, this time more quietly. "Depends entirely on how fast you level up in Adept Rank." + +Max stood in silence for a few seconds, deep in thought. + +Then he shook his head, brushing off the heavy weight that was beginning to settle in his chest. + +"Alright," he said, lifting his gaze and straightening his posture. "I've decided." + +He looked ahead into the fog-filled distance, where danger and answers both waited. + +"Let's go find Alice." + +Without waiting for a reply, Max started walking, his steps steady, determination slowly hardening his expression. + +Blob watched him for a moment, then let out a soft sigh. + +"…You really don't know how to take it easy, huh?" he mumbled to himself, floating after Max. His eyes remained sharp, scanning the fog-covered terrain for any sign of movement—ever on the lookout for infernal threats lurking in the dark. + +--- + +Somewhere deep within the Mourning Depths, a lone squad made their way slowly through the thick, choking fog that clung to the ground like a second skin. The air was heavy, each breath they took tasting faintly of ash and rot. The oppressive silence made even the softest footsteps sound like echoes. + +This squad… was composed of Max's closest companions. + +But at the moment, they all looked drained. + +Their faces were pale, sweat matted their brows, and their steps were heavy—evidence of how taxing the journey had become. No one had spoken for some time, each person focused on preserving their energy as they trudged through the cursed terrain. + +Then finally— + +"Are we inside the 1,500-mile forbidden zone yet?" Crown Prince Aelric asked, his voice low but firm as he looked ahead at the hunched figure leading them. + +The old man, a senior guide sent from the Divine Palace, didn't stop walking. + +"Almost," he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the crunching of their boots. "We're close now. Another few miles and we'll cross the threshold." + +Aelric gave a slight nod. "And after that… you'll leave us, right?" + +The old man nodded again. "I can't go any deeper, not into the heart of the forbidden zone. It's off-limits even for me. But don't worry. When you return from whatever adventure you're seeking, I'll be waiting at the edge. And by the time you do return… most of the infernal beings will have slipped back into their deep slumber." + +He paused for a moment before adding, "The eruption stirs them awake, but only for so long." + +Aelric's jaw tightened. "Let's hope you're right." + +He turned his gaze forward again, focusing on the path ahead. + +Nearby, Amelia walked beside Alice, her steps more careful after the encounter with that oppressive, world-shaking pressure they'd all endured not long ago. + +"Alice," Amelia said softly, "thank you again. For shielding us… when that awful pressure hit. I don't think we'd all still be standing if not for your phoenix flames." + +Alice smiled faintly, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. + +"Hehe, I'm just glad I was useful," she replied, modestly. + +Amelia gave her a grateful look before moving ahead. + +But peace never lasted long in this group.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Jack, ever the curious one, suddenly slid up beside Alice, his expression sneaky, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. + +"So… um… is it true that you and Max…" + +Alice's face turned red almost instantly. + +She didn't reply. + +Didn't even look at him. + +Instead, she quickened her pace, walking ahead with her gaze fixed straight ahead, putting as much distance between herself and Jack as possible. + +Jack blinked, surprised by the reaction. + +Then— + +A sharp voice behind him cut through the tension. + +"Why would you ask something like that?" Amelia shot him a glare that could've pierced stone, her eyes narrowed dangerously. + +Jack winced, raising his hands in defense. "I was just curious…" + +He gave a weak laugh. + +Amelia rolled her eyes. "Curious or not, learn to shut up once in a while." + +Jack mumbled something inaudible under his breath and wisely fell back in the group. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-331.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-331.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..100942b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-331.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 331: Safe Zone" +slug: "ch-331" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 331 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As they continued forward, the dense fog around them only grew thicker, and the oppressive air of the 1,500-mile forbidden zone loomed just ahead. None of them said anything more. Whether because of fatigue, nerves, or the ever-present sense of danger that surrounded them—silence returned. + +Some time later, as the squad continued forward, the thick fog ahead began to shift—wavering like smoke stirred by a faint breeze. + +And then— + +silhouettes. + +Faint. Unmoving. + +Distant shadows hidden deep within the mist, their outlines blurred and wavering. + +"Are those… infernal beings?" Crown Prince Aelric muttered, instantly on alert, his hand drifting toward the hilt of his weapon. His gaze sharpened, watching the figures like a hawk. + +But the old man leading them raised his hand calmly, signaling him to stand down. + +"It's fine," he said, his voice quiet but certain. He didn't explain further. + +The squad kept moving, their footsteps cautious but steady. + +And then, as they pierced through the dense curtain of fog, the blurry silhouettes came into full view— + +And everyone in the group stopped. + +Eyes widened. Jaws slightly parted in surprise. + +Standing before them were hundreds of people.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +"This is the 1,500-mile resting zone," the old man said, glancing sideways at Aelric. "Any further from this point, and you'll cross into the forbidden zone. But this area here… it's the safest place within the Mourning Depths. Relatively, at least. Few infernal beings wander this close to the boundary." + +Relief washed over Aelric's face. He exhaled slowly and nodded. "Let's go meet the others." + +Together, he and the rest of the squad stepped forward, walking toward the gathered crowd of warriors and cultivators—people who had arrived ahead of them, many of whom bore the same tired expressions, bloodstained clothes, and weathered eyes. + +Before they could fully merge into the group, a middle-aged man stepped forward to greet them. + +"Well, the 16th squad finally makes it," he said, arms crossed. His gaze moved toward the old man who had led them through the fog. "And you're still guiding them, huh? Old Man Jury... You're down to seven." + +Jury gave a short nod. "Yeah. Some deaths are inevitable, Harry," he said grimly, eyes scanning the crowd. "We lost a few along the way. The deeper we go, the worse it gets." + +His gaze swept over the resting zone. Tents had been hastily pitched. Some people were sitting on the ground meditating, others patching wounds, sharing food, or whispering about the terrors they'd seen. + +"A total of sixteen squads have arrived, including ours," Jury said slowly. + +"That leaves only three more unaccounted for." + +Harry nodded with a sigh. "We wait. They've still got time." + +Meanwhile, Aelric and the rest of his squad had already begun to mingle with the other arrivals, exchanging greetings and information—talking about the horrors they faced, near-death experiences, and rumors of strange phenomena deeper within the Mourning Depths. + +Everyone's topic had been the colossal and the seven lightning dragons. What they saw certainly shocked them and therefore this topic became the center of attention of the discussions they were having. + +For a moment, there was some sense of unity, of shared purpose. + +But Alice wasn't part of the conversation. + +She stood off to the side, her phoenix cloak faintly glowing, eyes scanning the crowd. + +Her heart beat a little faster. + +She wasn't listening to the others—not really. + +She was searching. + +Scanning every face. Every figure. Every silhouette that emerged from the mist. + +But she couldn't find the one person she was looking for. + +"I don't see Max here…" Crown Prince Aelric suddenly said, his voice breaking through the murmur of conversation. He stood still, eyes sweeping across the gathering, scanning each group of survivors, each familiar face. + +But Max was nowhere in sight. + +Alice stiffened slightly at his words, her gaze dropping to the ground. + +"Three squads still haven't arrived," Amelia said, trying to offer some reassurance. "He's probably in one of them." + +"He'll be fine," Jack added with an easy smile, though even he glanced toward the fog with a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. + +Just then, a voice rang out—clear and loud, cutting through the heavy air like a blade. + +"Everyone, listen up!" + +All eyes turned toward the man who had just stepped forward from among the crowd. + +He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with the confidence of someone used to commanding attention. + +"I am Mark Vendor," he announced, his voice echoing through the stillness, "and from here on, I will be taking charge." + +He turned slowly, surveying the hundreds of geniuses gathered in the resting zone—many still weary from their journey, some wounded, others too quiet for comfort. + +"The squad leaders, as you all know, will not be going beyond this point. They'll wait here. But we—" he gestured toward the younger cultivators "—we'll be entering the 1,500-mile forbidden zone." + +His tone grew more serious. + +"And in there, there's no room for chaos. If we go in divided, we die divided. So we need order. We need leadership. We need someone to coordinate this exploration, to ensure no one gets left behind, and that our efforts don't turn into suicide." + +There was a murmur among the gathered geniuses—some nodding in agreement, others watching cautiously. + +Then Mark's eyes slowly turned—locking onto Aelric. + +There was no mistaking the meaning behind that gaze. + +Only Crown Prince Aelric had the nobility, the reputation, and the sheer authority to stand opposite Mark Vendor. And both men knew it. + +Mark was the son of the Palace Master Hugh of the Divine Palace. His authority was also very high just like Crown Prince Aelric. + +The tension in the air sharpened. + +This wasn't just about organizing an expedition. + +This was about who would lead the best of the best—and who would stand at the top of the younger generation within the Mourning Depths. + +"Look! Another squad just arrived!" + +A voice cried out from the crowd, drawing everyone's attention toward the foggy path they had come from. + +Out of the thick mist emerged a battered group of figures—the same squad Max had once been part of, now led solely by the seasoned and battle-worn Old Man Grey. Their clothes were torn, weapons dulled, expressions tense and exhausted. + +But it wasn't their arrival that caused the stir. + +It was the look on Old Man Grey's face. + +His usually composed demeanor had cracked wide open, replaced by pure panic. + +"EVERYONE, RUN!" he roared, voice booming across the resting zone. "A wave of infernal energy is heading straight for us—carrying beasts of every kind! Move! RUN!" + +He pointed ahead— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-332.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-332.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..55dd483 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-332.md @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 332: Infernal Storm" +slug: "ch-332" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 332 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +But the direction he indicated wasn't back the way they came. + +It was forward. + +Straight into the 1,500-mile forbidden zone. + +A place that had always existed as the final boundary. + +A place where no one returned. + +A place where death didn't send warnings. + +For a moment, a deep silence settled over the camp. Then came murmurs, gasps, the shuffling of feet. Some stepped back in fear, others froze. + +Because everyone knew what stepping into the forbidden zone meant. + +There were no guarantees. + +No return. + +Not even the knowledge of how—or when—you'd die. + +But the geniuses of Valora Continent weren't ordinary. + +They hadn't come here to cower on the edge of danger. + +They came to chase it. + +Most of them had already decided to explore two to three hundred miles deep into the forbidden zone in search of fortune, enlightenment, and opportunity. And Old Man Grey's warning only sped up the inevitable. + +Crown Prince Aelric stepped forward, his expression sharp, his eyes blazing with resolve. + +"Everyone! Into the forbidden zone!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the fear like a blade. + +"Follow me." + +Without hesitation, he turned and charged ahead—the first to cross the threshold. + +His coat fluttered behind him as he vanished into the fog of the unknown. + +The other Seeker Rank geniuses didn't hesitate either. One by one, they followed him—Amelia, Jack, Alice, and others from various factions, each stepping forward with gritted teeth and clenched fists. + +Not one of them turned back. + +The hesitation, however, came from the squad leaders.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Seasoned veterans, their strength stood at the peak of Seeker Rank, but they were realists—not dreamers. From the entrance of the Mourning Depths all the way to this point, they had carved paths through hell itself, overcoming hundreds of deadly obstacles. + +But they had always stopped short of this place. + +No one ventured into the 1,500-mile forbidden zone. Not ever. + +Not unless they had a death wish. + +This time, it was Harry who stepped forward, voice strong and clear. + +"We enter the forbidden zone as well." His tone brooked no argument. "We always knew this safe zone would collapse. That one day, even this place would be overrun." + +He looked around at the other squad leaders. + +"That day is today. So why hesitate now? If our geniuses are going in—we follow. If they fight, we fight. If they die, we die beside them." + +A murmur of agreement passed through the group. + +"Damn right! We can't stay here and get eaten." + +"We go!" + +"Let's head in and back them up!" + +And just like that, the rest of the squad leaders—once hesitant, now unified—followed behind Harry and disappeared into the swirling fog of the forbidden zone. + +No sooner had the last of them crossed the threshold… + +A black tide rolled into the resting zone behind them. + +A mass of wriggling fog, thick and sentient, surged forward. Red lightning crackled violently across its surface, casting eerie flashes of crimson over the shattered camp. + +And within the fog— + +Shadows moved. + +Twisted, inhuman. + +Dozens. Hundreds. + +Infernal beings. + +Each step they took blackened the earth, each scream they released echoed like broken glass across the air. + +Had anyone remained behind, they would have been consumed instantly. + +But no one did. + +Now, the only question that remained was— + +What waited deeper inside the forbidden zone? + +--- + +The moment the group of geniuses crossed into the 1,500-mile forbidden zone, it felt as if they had stepped into an entirely different world. + +Darkness enveloped everything. + +But strangely—they could still see. + +There was no sun. No moon. No visible source of light. And yet the terrain around them—twisted, jagged cliffs, blackened soil, and withered trees—was all clearly visible. + +A faint glow, like light drawn from another realm, outlined the landscape. It cast no shadows, made no sense, and only deepened the unnatural eeriness of the place. + +Every genius present felt it—the suffocating wrongness of this land. + +This was the zone of legends. The land of promised treasures and fortune… + +And also the graveyard of countless dreams. + +From behind, a calm but commanding voice rang out. + +"Let some of us take the lead. Others, hold the rear." + +The squad leaders had arrived—seventeen in total, all hardened by years of navigating the Mourning Depths. As they entered formation, some moved to the front, swords drawn and senses sharpened, while others fell to the rear, protecting the group's flank. + +It brought a measure of reassurance to the younger cultivators, but the atmosphere remained heavy. + +"Uncle Harry," Crown Prince Aelric spoke up, walking alongside one of the most experienced guides. "The safe zone was supposed to be… safe. How could an infernal storm pass through there?" + +Harry's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable for a moment. + +"Little Prince," he said slowly, "you of all people should know… the Mourning Depths is never predictable." + +He looked ahead into the looming darkness. + +"Most of the time, we play by its rules. We observe the patterns, avoid the danger zones, and follow the signs. But sometimes..." He sighed, the sound heavy with experience. "This place doesn't care about rules. Sometimes it just… changes. And when it does, something mysterious always follows." + +His voice dropped slightly. + +"I don't think anyone could've predicted a storm like that breaching the resting zone." + +Aelric frowned, his thoughts churning. + +"And… the colossal? Do you know what it was? That towering figure—do you think it caused the shift in the Mourning Depths?" + +Harry didn't answer immediately. + +He let out a long breath, gaze still fixed on the terrain ahead. + +"I don't know," he admitted. "None of us do. What we saw that day… that giant, reaching into the sky, taking lightning head-on—it's beyond anything recorded in our maps or history." + +He looked at Aelric finally, eyes serious. + +"The only thing I can tell you is this: changes like what we just witnessed aren't random. When the Mourning Depths shifts, when the safe zones fall, when infernal waves erupt—something powerful is moving beneath it all." + +He paused. + +"And storms like that? They're not rare in here—not in the forbidden zone. Out here, chaos is the norm." + +The group pressed forward in tense silence. + +The deeper they moved into the forbidden zone, the more they felt like intruders in a place that didn't want them. + +However— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-333.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-333.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0c36559 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-333.md @@ -0,0 +1,222 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 333: Meeting Others" +slug: "ch-333" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 333 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +They hadn't made it far into the forbidden zone when a strange disturbance flickered ahead. + +The air rippled. + +The fog stirred, unnaturally. + +A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran beneath their feet. + +"Everyone, stop moving." + +Harry's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. + +The entire group froze. + +His eyes were locked on the mist ahead, where the fog had grown thicker, heavier—like something was pushing through it from the other side. + +"Do you see that?" he murmured, half to himself. + +If one paid close attention, they'd notice it—a subtle shift, as though the mist itself was peeling back, disturbed by something approaching from the darkness. + +Then Harry's expression darkened. + +"A scent of soul and flesh..." he muttered, barely above a whisper. + +His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. "Prepare yourselves. It might be a unique variant of infernal being." + +Instantly, tension surged through the group. + +Weapons were drawn. + +Swords gleamed under the strange ambient light. + +Faint glows of elemental energy shimmered around hands and fingertips. + +They braced themselves, every heartbeat thudding louder in their ears. + +The silence deepened. + +The fog curled tighter. + +And then— + +A figure stepped through. + +A single silhouette, cloaked in dim light, emerging slowly as the mist parted. + +The group tensed as one. Muscles coiled. Blades rose. + +But as the figure took another step forward, the light caught his face—white hair, lightning in his gaze, bloodstained clothes… but unmistakably alive. + +"Max?!" someone gasped. + +The realization rippled through the group like lightning through water. + +What they had been bracing for—an infernal abomination—was instead the very person they had feared lost. + +The same one who had been missing from the previous squads. + +Max had returned. + +Walking alone through the fog… and everyone was too stunned to speak. + +"Max?" + +Harry's brows knitted tightly the moment he saw the familiar figure step out from the thick fog. + +Despite recognizing him—white hair, composed steps, that unmistakable air of power—Harry's instincts screamed caution. This was the Mourning Depths, after all. Trust could be a fatal mistake. + +While Max was known across the continent as the strongest genius of his generation, even he could fall prey to the twisted horrors within this cursed land. + +Harry's voice turned sharp. "Prove it. Show me that you're really Max. For all I know, you could be an infernal creature that devoured him and took his form." + +The crowd went silent. + +A wave of disbelief rippled through the gathered geniuses, but as the seconds ticked by, many began nodding quietly in agreement. It made too much sense. + +Max had emerged alone, and not just from any direction—from the other side of the 1,500-mile forbidden zone. + +That shouldn't have been possible. + +They had all crossed through the safe zone together. + +And no one had seen Max there. + +No one. + +So… + +Had he entered the forbidden zone before them? + +Or… was this something far stranger? + +--- + +Max blinked, thrown off by the demand. "What?" + +But then, as murmurs grew around him, he understood. His expression shifted from confused to resigned. + +"Alright then," he muttered, exhaling softly. "How about this?" + +He slowly raised his right hand. A second later, jet-black flames erupted from his palm—wild, chaotic, and yet completely under his control. The dark fire danced up his forearm, casting eerie shadows across his face. + +The crowd gasped. + +"Black flames?!" + +"That's Max! It really is him!" + +Harry's tense shoulders relaxed. His breath came out in a slow sigh. "Good," he said, nodding. "That's all I needed to see." + +Max continued forward, rejoining the group. + +As he walked past familiar faces—Aelric, Alice, Jack, Amelia, and many others—he realized nearly everyone who had entered the Mourning Depths was now gathered here. + +Everyone who had survived, at least. + +Seeing them all in one place, deep inside the forbidden zone, made his brow furrow. + +He had sensed Alice's bloodline, which was how he found them, but… why were they all here? + +"What's going on?" he asked, confused. "Why is everyone gathered like this?" + +Crown Prince Aelric stepped forward, voice steady but serious. "We had no choice. The safe zone was overrun. An infernal storm hit us—black fog, red lightning, all of it. Old Man Grey warned us in time. We had to flee forward—into the forbidden zone." + +Max's expression darkened with each word. + +When Aelric finished, Max stood frozen for a moment. + +Then his voice came low and uncertain. + +"What do you mean we're in the 1,500-mile forbidden zone?" + +Max's voice dropped, sharp and heavy with disbelief. His eyes narrowed, and his expression turned grim. + +He wasn't just surprised—he was certain. + +He had been alone with Blob this entire time. No distractions. No chaos. Every step, every decision, had been calculated. He knew where he'd been walking. He wasn't some clueless traveler stumbling through the dark. + +He had Blob with him. Blob had been in the Mourning Depths for almost 20 years so even if he didn't know some new dangers that had been popping here and there, he was aware of their location all the time in the Mourning Depths. + +And according to Blob— + +They hadn't even gone near the boundary. + +In fact—he was sure he had been heading back. Back toward the entrance. + +Not here. Not this deep. + +Max had been following the faint tug of Alice's bloodline—an echo inside him, one he knew how to track—and it had felt like he was retracing his path. Not descending further into the abyss. + +And Blob made also made sure him of that. + +Around him, the others exchanged uneasy glances. + +Some shifted in place. + +The very idea that Max didn't know where he was… it unsettled everyone. + +Harry's voice broke the silence, laced with confusion. + +"What are you talking about, Max?" he asked, stepping forward. "You came from the west. That's where the boundary deepens. We all crossed that line together." + +Max didn't respond immediately. Instead, his eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, letting his senses stretch out across the strange terrain. + +The air here was saturated with infernal energy. + +He could feel it pressing against his skin like a thick, oily mist. But more than that—something stirred inside him. + +A faint pulse. + +It came from his Infernal Demon Tattoo. + +Even without focusing, he could feel it—a rhythmic throb coming from his right palm, where the eleven-layered mark glowed faintly beneath his skin. + +It wasn't subtle. + +It was hungry. + +Then—just as the realization settled—the pulsing intensified. + +Max flinched slightly, his hand twitching at his side. + +'What the hell…?' + +The Infernal Demon Tattoo, which had remained dormant since he'd stopped devouring energy… was now reacting again. Violently. Desperately. + +Almost like it was trying to consume. + +His heart skipped a beat. + +'How is this happening…?' Max stood frozen for a moment, a storm of realization churning behind his eyes. + +All this time—while following the pull of his bloodline, while walking alone with Blob through the fog-thickened terrain—he had been steadily absorbing infernal energy. His black flames hadn't rested for even a second, devouring every trace of corrupted essence they encountered. + +And the Infernal Demon Tattoo had responded, slowly growing stronger. + +Then—just before he reached this point, where the others were gathered—it went quiet. + +Silent. + +As if it had reached its limit. + +Max had assumed the energy was stored within. + +Waiting. Building toward the elusive twelfth layer. + +But now… + +Now, the moment he stood here again, surrounded by his peers—the tattoo had awakened once more. + +It pulsed hungrily against his skin. A steady beat, dull at first, but rising in intensity with every passing breath. Not just a whisper of power… but a desperate throb, like something inside was screaming for more. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-334.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-334.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9736479 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-334.md @@ -0,0 +1,236 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 334: True Mourning Depths" +slug: "ch-334" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 334 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1320 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +'It's empty again,' Max thought. 'All that infernal energy I consumed… gone?' + +Not used. + +Not sealed. + +Just gone. + +And the tattoo—once filled to the brim—was now acting like it had never been fed. + +A heavy, uneasy silence gripped Max's heart. + +This wasn't just unusual—it was impossible. + +Unless… + +'Is this because we're already deep inside the 1,500-mile forbidden zone…?' Max's face darkened at the thought. + +He turned to Harry. + +"How deep are we right now?" he asked casually, but his tone held weight. + +Harry glanced at the terrain, then looked back at him. "Not far," he replied. "We just crossed the threshold. Maybe a few miles at best. Why?" + +Max went silent, thinking. The tattoo was reacting far too violently. The depth of infernal energy in the air here—it was thick, almost choking, as though they were breathing fumes from hell itself. + +After a moment, Max muttered, almost to himself, "Then that's strange… because it feels like we're already five to six hundred miles deep." + +That single sentence dropped like a stone in still water. + +Gasps echoed across the group. Even the squad leaders stiffened. + +The 1,500-mile forbidden zone had long been a place of dread—but even within it, there were levels. + +The outer 100 to 300 miles were considered "exploration safe zones," the farthest limits the Divine Palace ever allowed geniuses to enter. + +Five to six hundred miles? + +That was the stuff of suicidal legends. + +"What nonsense are you spouting!?" a sharp voice snapped. + +Everyone turned as Mark Vendor stepped forward, his eyes narrowed and finger pointed directly at Max. + +His tone was accusatory, almost angry. + +"We just entered the forbidden zone, and it hasn't even been half an hour since then. And you expect us to believe we somehow traveled five hundred miles on foot? Without even the ability to fly?" + +He scoffed. "That's ridiculous. Even an Expert Rank leader couldn't move that fast in the Mourning Depths." + +Max turned calmly to face the man. He'd never seen him before, but face were easy enough to place—another high-ranking genius, probably one who wasn't used to being contradicted. + +Max didn't rise to the challenge. He simply gave a small shrug. + +"Well," he said lightly, "it's just a feeling. Maybe I'm wrong." + +Mark scoffed, lips curling as if ready to unleash another smug remark— + +But then he froze. + +His eyes widened, body going still as he stared past Max, into the distance. + +"What… the hell… is that?" he muttered. + +His voice was barely above a whisper. + +Others followed his gaze—and then the world itself seemed to pause. + +Far on the horizon, like a distant mirage, a towering black flame rose into the sky. + +It wasn't ordinary fire. + +It looked… impossible. + +The flame was vast, reaching endlessly upward, as though it connected the heavens to the underworld itself. Even from miles away, its presence felt terrifyingly real—like it could sear the stars and scorch the very fabric of the world. + +"Th-that…" one of the younger geniuses stammered, eyes wide in disbelief. "That flame… it's touching the sky…" + +And with his words, the others noticed it too. + +The sky above them—once dim and gray—had changed. + +Black fog rolled across the heavens like a curtain being drawn shut. Shadows thickened. The very light in the air seemed to dim, as though the world was being swallowed whole. + +A tremor ran through the group. + +Squad leaders and geniuses alike stepped forward instinctively. The closer they moved, the more the surrounding fog seemed to pull back—as if even it feared what lay ahead. + +And then— + +They saw it clearly. + +A monstrous flame, burning high—a hundred thousand feet tall, if not more. + +But it wasn't made of fire in the traditional sense. It flickered, blurred, as if it existed halfway between reality and illusion. It looked transparent, yet powerful. Unreal, yet undeniably present. + +Around it, the very air shimmered and twisted, warping like a heatwave from the deepest pits of hell. + +It burned, but gave no warmth. + +It raged, but made no sound. + +And beneath that impossible flame… + +At the base of the black fire, in the earth below— + +There was a void. + +A crack in the world. + +A gaping hole as dark as oblivion itself—darker than ink, deeper than shadow, vast and endless. It was as if something divine had ripped open the very foundations of space and time, exposing a gateway to a realm that should never be seen. + +And from that tear in reality… came power. + +Not power as they knew it—no aura, no fluctuation. + +Just a raw, ancient pressure. + +A potent force so thick, so suffocating, it pressed against every chest like an invisible weight. Dozens of geniuses stumbled back, gasping for breath. + +Their souls felt heavy. + +Their hearts, grieved. + +It was more than fear. More than pressure. + +It was mourning. + +And then they heard it—𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Soft, barely audible, as if carried by the wind— + +A dirge. + +A sorrowful melody, hollow and desolate, drifting through the air like a lament for the dead. It echoed in their ears and burrowed into their hearts. + +No one spoke. + +No one dared to. + +Because every instinct told them… + +That flame, that void, that sorrowful sound— + +Should not exist. + +"Oh God...! That is… that is…!" + +Harry's voice cracked, his hand trembling violently as he lifted it and pointed toward the distant horizon. His eyes were wide with disbelief, his lips barely able to form the words. The horror in his expression infected everyone around him. + +That endless, churning black flame… + +That gaping, void-like maw at the end of the world… + +"That's the Mourning Depths," he breathed. "The true Mourning Depths…" + +A stunned silence fell over the group. + +The weight of his words hit them like a landslide. + +"Impossible. This is impossible!" + +Harry shook his head, as if denial alone could change what he saw. His face had gone ghostly pale, lips trembling as he stared at the ominous scene in the distance. + +"We should be… still at least 1300, maybe 1400 miles away from the core! How could we possibly be seeing it from here!?" + +That declaration—brief as it was—hit the crowd like a thunderclap. + +"M-Mourning Depths!?" + +"What!? Are you f*cking kidding me!?" + +A surge of panic ran through the crowd of gathered geniuses. Even those with the calmest temperaments found themselves gripped by a chilling sense of dread. + +Even Crown Prince Aelric—normally composed and regal—took a step back, his eyes locked on the distant flame with unmistakable alarm. + +"That's… the Mourning Depths?" he whispered. + +No one responded. + +No one needed to. + +Because they all felt it. + +A change in the air. A suffocating pressure in their lungs. + +A silence that screamed louder than any battlefield. + +The region surrounding the true Mourning Depths—a 500-mile radius of pure death—was a place no sane man dared to enter. Not even the strongest experts of the Lower Domain ever considered stepping foot near it. + +It was a land untouched by mercy. A graveyard of legends. + +And now… they were seeing it. + +But how? + +They'd barely walked two or three miles into the 1,500-mile forbidden zone. Then they had met Max. + +By all reasonable logic, they should be at least 1400 miles from the true Mourning Depths. + +Yet there it was—looming ahead of them like the final edge of existence. + +The closer they looked, the more they saw the signs: + +The black flames churning into the heavens… + +The void swallowing light and space beneath it… + +The oppressive sorrow clinging to their souls… + +None of this should be visible from where they stood. Not unless... + +Not unless they were already within a few hundred miles of it. + +A bone-deep chill crawled up their spines. Minds reeled. Breaths shortened. + +Nothing made sense. + +Some of the more sharp-witted among them began to grasp the horrifying implication— + +Space itself had twisted. + +The terrain had shifted beneath their feet without their knowing. + +And without warning… they had crossed miles upon miles of land they never walked. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-335.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-335.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0d7a9d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-335.md @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 335: Max Taking the Lead" +slug: "ch-335" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 335 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"How did this happen...?" + +Harry rubbed his forehead with a shaking hand, his face slick with cold sweat. His fingers dug into his scalp, as if trying to force logic into a situation that had none. + +"We were so careful… How did we end up this deep? In the 500-mile zone...?" + +His voice was hoarse—equal parts confusion and dread. + +"W-We can still go back… right?" + +Crown Prince Aelric stepped forward, his face pale, brows furrowed. The weight of what he was seeing—of what they were all seeing—had finally begun to sink in. + +"We just retrace our steps and return the way we came. It hasn't been long…" + +But Harry slowly shook his head. + +His gaze lifted—not to meet Aelric's, but to the darkened sky above them. + +"You don't understand, Little Prince." + +His tone was hollow. Resigned. + +"You can only witness the True Mourning Depths if you are already inside the 500-mile zone of the forbidden region. That's the rule. That's always been the rule. If you can see it—you've gone too far." + +He paused. + +"Do you know what this region is called?" he asked, almost whispering. + +Aelric didn't answer. + +Harry looked around at the gathered geniuses and squad leaders, then back to the horizon where the towering black flame loomed like a spear piercing heaven itself. + +"It's called the Point of No Return." + +He lifted his hand and pointed upward, to the bleak, murky sky. + +"Normally," he said, "when we guide people through the Mourning Depths, we use the stars and the terrain to navigate. We chart the shifting paths, we track constellations. That's how we survive." + +He lowered his hand slowly. + +"But once you step into this cursed region—the stars fail you. The land deceives you. The very laws of space begin to unravel. Directions stop meaning anything. Time grows... strange." + +He turned back toward the group, his voice quieter now, heavy with something close to defeat. + +"No one has ever left this place. Not alive. Not even the strongest of the Lower Domain. They vanish here—without a trace." + +He clenched his jaw. + +"Once you're this deep… once you see the True Mourning Depths with your own eyes… your fate is sealed. You don't go back. No one goes back." + +The silence that followed was suffocating. + +Faces drained of color. + +Eyes wide with creeping dread. + +Even the most battle-hardened geniuses stood frozen, unable to speak. + +Because this wasn't a battlefield they could win. + +It wasn't a monster they could fight. + +It was fate. + +It was the Mourning Depths themselves turning against them. + +And when even Harry—the most knowledgeable guide among them—looked so hopeless, + +the reality hit harder than any blade ever could: + +They were already dead. + +The world just hadn't buried them yet. + +Max stood silently, eyes fixed on the black flame in the distance, its distorted glow painting the world in eerie, flickering shadows. + +He had heard every word Harry said—and though his expression remained calm, a storm churned behind his gaze. + +Because everything Harry mentioned… Blob had confirmed. + +Every. Single. Word. + +'Blob… how did this happen?' Max asked quietly in his mind. 'How did we end up so deep?' + +The response came after a brief pause, and it didn't offer comfort. + +"I don't know," Blob answered, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "I've followed my master in and out of the Mourning Depths for twenty years… and I've never seen anything like this." + +"It's strange… it's like—no matter which direction you walk, the Mourning Depths pulls you deeper. It guides your steps without you realizing. The further you go, the more lost you become… until you're swallowed completely." + +Max's expression darkened. + +If even Blob, who had survived the Mourning Depths for two decades, couldn't understand or navigate this phenomenon… then their situation was worse than dire. + +It was death. + +"Max." + +The voice broke his thoughts. + +Crown Prince Aelric had stepped forward, his expression hard yet hopeful. + +"You knew," he said, eyes locked on Max. "You knew we were deeper than we thought, when no one else could feel it. You must have… some idea, right? Some way out?" + +All eyes turned to him. + +Dozens of young cultivators, once proud and fearless, now silently praying for a reason not to collapse. + +Max gave a small, bitter smile. + +"I wish I could say I had some secret path mapped out," he said softly. "But the truth is, it was just a feeling. That's the only reason I realized we were far deeper than expected." + +He looked around at the anxious faces, his voice rising, steady now. + +"But…" he said, "we're still alive. That means the Mourning Depths hasn't taken us yet. And until it does, we fight. We move forward, step by step, and we survive." + +His words weren't magic—but they lit a spark. + +Not of comfort. + +But of resolve. + +Harry stepped forward quickly, placing a firm hand on Max's shoulder. + +"Max," he said, "do you… do you really have a way out? Even the faintest idea?" + +Max didn't answer immediately. + +Instead, his mind returned to the impossible truth— + +He had entered the Mourning Depths from the outside. + +The others had entered through the official path, crossing the safe zone. + +Yet somehow… they had all met here, in the same place, deep within the heart of the forbidden region. + +His brows furrowed. + +What did that mean? + +It wasn't chance. + +It wasn't luck. + +It was something else. + +The Mourning Depths had brought them together. + +By force. By will. By some hidden mechanism buried in its very bones. + +'Blob... I will keep everyone moving and you keep track of our movements. I want to test something.' Max said to Blob. + +"Alright." Blob said in his mind. + +Max then turned to all the people gathered around him and said. "I don't know for certain if we can make it out of this place but we should try first. Follow me." + +He didn't explain anything else and head out towards the track he came from. Others looked at each others before they quietly followed behind Max. Only Max had the slightest idea what had been happening here so they didn't think much before following him. + +Even the squad leaders including Harry followed quietly behind Max. + +If Max wanted to understand the space they had been pulled into—the warped terrain of the 1,500-mile forbidden zone—he knew he had only one option: explore it. + +Carefully. + +Methodically. + +And most importantly—intelligently. + +But there was a catch. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-336.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-336.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c2ee9d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-336.md @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 336: Soul Mark" +slug: "ch-336" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 336 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1056 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +To study the rules of this enclosed space, he needed to leave marks behind. Markers that would allow him to measure space, track changes, and see if anything looped, shifted, or erased itself. + +The problem? + +Every trace, every scar, every physical sign left in the Mourning Depths would be erased—corrupted by the infernal energy saturating the region. The land itself refused to be mapped. + +Unless… + +He used something stronger. + +Something the land couldn't destroy so easily. + +Soul. + +Max's eyes sharpened with thought. + +An expert's soul wasn't just ethereal consciousness—it was a manifestation of will, intent, and identity. The stronger the will, the longer the soul could last—even across ages. + +The Sinful Bone Frame he'd encountered? Its soul had endured tens of thousands of years inside the Mourning Depths. That alone proved the soul was one of the few things that could resist the corruption of this realm. + +And Max had one advantage most others didn't. + +A yellow soul—bright, vibrant, and endlessly growing. + +"The first mark…" Max murmured. + +He walked forward to a flat patch of ground, knelt slightly, and flicked his finger with a small motion. + +A golden rune shimmered to life at the tip of his finger and shot downward, condensing into a glowing symbol etched into the earth. + +The moment it landed, a faint yellow radiance spread out from it—a lingering trace of Max's soul. + +The air around it shivered slightly, reacting to the foreign energy. + +He'd woven a simple rune with a thin wisp of his soul force. Not enough to weaken him, but enough to serve as a beacon—something to test the rules of this place. + +Max didn't move. + +He stood there silently, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the rune. Watching. Waiting. + +Would the infernal energy corrupt it? + +Would it resist? + +Behind him, the others stirred. Confusion rippled through the crowd. + +"Max, what are you doing?" one of the younger geniuses asked cautiously. + +Before Max could respond, Old Man Grey snapped. + +"You worthless idiot!" he barked. "Why ask a question you wouldn't understand the answer to?" + +Despite his harsh tone, even Old Man Grey was curious. But he didn't dare disturb Max's train of thought. Not now. + +Max said nothing. His expression remained calm, focused, analytical. + +He observed the rune. + +Watched as the yellow glow slowly dimmed—but not by much. + +Minutes ticked by. + +A quarter of an hour passed in silence. + +The wisp of his soul was still there. Dimming, yes—but slowly. Deliberately. + +Not even 5% of its energy had been lost. + +Max's heart eased slightly. + +His soul force wasn't just strong—it was unusually resilient. His yellow soul, infused with that innate regenerative nature, was holding firm against the corrupting tide of infernal energy. + +He began estimating. + +'If only 5% of the energy is lost in fifteen minutes… then one of these marks could last at least six hours. That's more than enough time to create a mapping system.' + +Just then, a familiar voice rang out inside his mind. + +"Boy, you're sharper than you look sometimes!" Blob said with a proud chuckle. + +"Strengthening the mark with your yellow soul—clever move." + +Max smiled faintly but didn't reply. + +His mind was already racing through the next steps. + +"Alright. Let's continue." + +Max straightened to his full height, dusting off his palm after finishing the soul mark. His pink eyes narrowed toward the horizon where the black flame still burned like a blade through the sky. His voice was calm, resolute. + +The others took his words as a signal. They stirred from their tense silence and began preparing themselves to move, weapons in hand, eyes alert. + +Max led the way. + +But his path wasn't linear. + +Sometimes he moved forward. + +Other times, he veered sharply to the left or right. + +And on occasion, to the bewilderment of many, he even walked backward. + +At regular intervals—every five hundred feet—he would stop, flick his fingers, and release a shimmering rune laced with a wisp of his yellow soul. These glowing marks, subtle but enduring, acted as trail beacons in a realm where direction held no meaning. + +But despite his calculated route… + +Despite his caution… + +The Mourning Depths only grew closer. + +When they were actually walking in reverse of the Mourning Depths. + +With each step, the oppressive landscape shifted subtly, drawing them in like a slow, inevitable pull. The monstrous black flame on the horizon grew larger, clearer, more vivid. Heat waves rolled off it in eerie pulses. The thick, distorted air shimmered like glass. It was no longer some distant, surreal illusion—it was real, and far too close. + +The Mourning Depths itself now looked like an ancient abyss carved into the fabric of reality—a mouth of oblivion. + +And it was watching. + +"Max... are you sure there's no problem with this path?" + +The question came hesitantly from one of the younger geniuses trailing near the middle of the group. His voice cracked slightly, his nerves fraying with each mile they marched closer to the ominous void. + +Max didn't respond immediately. + +But before he could, Crown Prince Aelric turned, eyes cold. + +"If you think you can do better, take the lead." + +The genius fell silent instantly, face flushed with shame. No one else said a word after that. + +They walked for miles. + +The ground beneath their feet changed—cracks widening, black roots twisting through the earth. The sky itself seemed to bleed shadows. The once-faint hum of infernal energy had become a low roar, constant and suffocating.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +And then… + +They saw it. + +Barely two hundred miles away—the true Mourning Depths. + +A gaping, bottomless fissure in the land that exhaled black fog like smoke from a god's funeral pyre. The fog didn't rise—it surged, a silent fountain of void-like energy shooting hundreds of thousands of feet into the sky, staining the heavens themselves. + +There was no fire. + +No flame. + +Just pure, undiluted death. + +Max slowed to a halt. + +He stared at the scene in front of them, the cold pressure pressing against his chest like invisible chains. + +Then, quietly, he said, "Alright, since walking back towards the safe zone only leads to the Mourning Depths then we're turning back. Let's return to our original route." + +Even without understanding the laws at work here, he knew—they were too close. One misstep, and the Mourning Depths wouldn't just claim them. It would erase them. + +But going back proved just as maddening as the journey forward. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-337.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-337.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76235ad --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-337.md @@ -0,0 +1,184 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 337: A Dragon?" +slug: "ch-337" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 337 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Where before it had taken a mile of walking to move two miles closer to the abyss, now it took labyrinthine maneuvering just to escape a few hundred feet. Max led them in winding arcs, zigzagging through terrain that shifted underfoot. + +Left… right… double back… veer sideways… + +There were no straight lines here—only distorted space, where distance and direction obeyed a logic all their own. + +But Max had one advantage. + +His soul marks. + +Even in this warped realm, they held. + +As he retraced his steps, he found faint remnants of his earlier soul runes glowing dimly in the earth. They hadn’t been completely corrupted by the infernal energy. They endured. + +And with each glowing trace they recovered, the tension in Max’s chest eased—just a little. + +They hadn’t beaten the Mourning Depths. + +But they hadn’t lost to it either. + +Not yet. + +Sometimes later, they arrived back at the location. Max saw the first soul mark he placed had almost vanished. "We are back to square one but..." He looked ahead at the sheering black flames reaching the sky... It only felt like no matter which direction they had been walking, they were slowly heading towards the True Mourning Depths. + +"Max, what’s going on?" Harry blurted out in utter fear. "We have turned back a while ago from where the True Mourning Depths almost affected us with its heat and now that we are back to where we finally started following you, the True Mourning Depths had gotten even closer. This... This should be impossible." + +"We aren’t going in circles..." He muttered. "Your mark is the proof of that then it means..." + +"It means the True Mourning Depths is moving towards us." Max said slowly. + +The moment the words escaped from Max’s mouth, the entire group sucked in a breath of cold air. + +The Mourning Depths was moving towards them... + +It felt too horrifying to finally understand the truth and yet they could do nothing here. + +As the group pressed forward in tense silence, the earth itself seemed to pause with them. + +Then— + +BOOOOOM!!! + +A deafening, thunderous roar tore through the heavens—so sudden, so terrifyingly loud, that the entire world seemed to shake beneath its might. + +No one could tell where it came from. It wasn’t from the sky, or the ground, or the distant horizon. + +It came from everywhere and nowhere, like the universe itself had cracked open to scream. + +The sound slammed into their ears like a heavenly hammer, and before they could react, their eardrums screamed in protest, nearly bursting on the spot. + +"Seal your ears!" someone shouted hoarsely—but most were already moving. + +They poured vital essence into their bodies, shielding their senses from the auditory assault. Blood ran from a few noses. One genius fell to his knees, clutching his head, groaning in agony. + +It was like the sound of a world being shattered. + +Like a god had roared in rage. + +The air trembled. + +The ground quaked for ten thousand miles in every direction. + +The sky looked ready to tear apart. + +Even the most fearless among them felt it—a primal fear rising from the deepest parts of their soul. Their hearts pounded violently in their chests, and for a brief moment, it felt like the entire world was holding its breath. + +Max’s face turned pale, his expression grim. + +’What the hell was that sound?!’ + +It wasn’t thunder. It couldn’t be. + +No thunder had that kind of weight. + +No thunder carried the dread of cosmic judgment. + +And then— + +They saw it. + +In the distance, somewhere deep within the true Mourning Depths, the surging flow of black energy suddenly grew violent, twisting, churning, and then splitting apart— + +Revealing something that would forever be seared into their memories. + +From within that spiraling abyss of darkness, a head emerged. + +A massive, ancient head—hundreds of miles long—slowly rose into view. + +Dark crimson scales, each one the size of a mountain, reflected a dull, hellish glow. From its crown jutted a massive horn, curved and ridged like the peak of a nightmare. + +It looked draconic, but this was no True Dragon. + +It was something older. Something primordial. + +A creature from a time before time. + +A wave of silence swept over the group. + +No one breathed. + +No one blinked. + +Because in front of them was a beast so enormous, so impossibly ancient, that even gods would hesitate. + +If just its head was this size—then its body must stretch for thousands, maybe tens of thousands of miles. + +"W-What… what is that...?" someone whispered, voice trembling like a leaf. + +Their minds were barely holding together. The sheer scale of what they were witnessing defied comprehension. + +And yet— + +The beast didn’t acknowledge them. + +It didn’t snarl. It didn’t roar. It didn’t even glance their way. + +Because they didn’t matter. + +To it, they were ants. + +Not even that. + +Dust. + +Its dark gold eyes, glowing with an ancient, indifferent brilliance, swept across the heavens—cold, infinite, uncaring. + +And the moment those eyes flicked in their direction— + +Pain. + +Blinding, soul-rending pain. + +Several of the weaker geniuses screamed and collapsed to the ground, coughing blood. The momentary contact with that gaze had nearly ruptured their minds. Even some squad leaders staggered back, their faces drained of color. + +Harry clenched his jaw, taking a full step backward, as though the very air around him had become poisoned. + +Those pupils were thousands of feet tall—and in their depths, it felt like entire galaxies spun and died. Staring into them was like staring into eternity, and it broke the minds of those who tried. + +Crown Prince Aelric, trembling, tore his gaze away immediately. + +Others followed suit, shaking in horror. + +All but one. + +Max. + +He was still standing. Still staring. + +His eyes were wide open, locked onto the great ancient beast. Veins bulged violently across the whites of his eyes. His vision blurred. His pupils shook. Blood vessels ruptured. + +But he didn’t look away. + +"Max!" Blob’s voice screamed in his mind. "If you keep looking, your eyes will explode!" + +But Max didn’t flinch. + +He couldn’t. + +Wouldn’t. + +Because in that creature— + +In that moment— + +He saw something. + +Something ancient. Something familiar. + +Something that called to a part of him that even he hadn’t yet understood. + +And he would not look away. + +Even as the blood began to run down his cheeks. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-338.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-338.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2ab026d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-338.md @@ -0,0 +1,210 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 338: A Dragon’s Assistance" +slug: "ch-338" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 338 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Huuuu— + +The blazing black current that had been rising like a funeral flame was suddenly pushed back. + +And then— + +The head of the colossal beast rose again. + +Higher. + +100,000 feet into the sky. + +Its monstrous eyes swept across the world in utter disregard, and then—wings. + +With a slow, spine-chilling grace, an enormous pair of wings began to unfurl from behind the ancient creature’s back. + +Wings like no one had ever imagined—so vast they seemed to split the sky itself. + +And when they spread— + +The heavens responded. + +BOOOOOOM!! + +The clouds scattered, ripped apart like paper. + +The black fog churned violently, shredded by the sheer force of its unfolding. + +Rocks from distant cliffs lifted into the air like feathers in a breeze. + +Mountains— actual mountains—torn up, flung into the sky like debris. + +The world was being undone. + +Harry’s face twisted in horror as he shouted, "Watch out!!" + +But it was too late. + +With a single sweep of those unfurled wings, the terrifying stormfront generated from the beast’s emergence came roaring forward like an angry god. A storm unlike anything they had ever felt before. + +WHOOM!!! + +400 miles collapsed into a blink. + +And then it hit. + +BANG! + +The ground ruptured, fissures racing across the blackened land like lightning bolts. The very earth split beneath their feet. + +Max and the five nearest to him were launched into the sky, tossed like straw in a hurricane. + +Not a single one of them could resist. Not Max. Not Crown Prince Aelric. Not even Jack. They were just… gone. + +Harry’s heart sank. + +’No! If they get separated—here, in this cursed zone—’ + +They wouldn’t be able to find each other again. + +Not in this twisted space. + +And without Max, there was no hope of escape. + +"Come to me!" Harry roared. + +Woosh! Woosh! Woosh! + +From his outstretched arms, five radiant chains of mana shot out, coiling through the storm like golden spirit serpents. Each one lashed out and latched onto one of the five flying geniuses midair. + +Max included. + +With a sharp tug, all six were dragged back—but not gently. + +THUD! THUD! THUD! + +They smashed into the earth like meteors, skidding across cracked stone and shattered black rock, finally tumbling to a stop in a field of dust and smoke. + +The terrain around them had been leveled. + +Aelric coughed, spitting out a mouthful of dirt and blood. + +"Holy f*ck! What in the actual hell was that thing!?" + +Jack groaned beside him, dazed and bruised. He wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and slowly turned his gaze back toward the horizon. + +And there—half-submerged in the black fog of the Mourning Depths—it was gone. + +The great beast had turned, its monstrous head vanishing once more into the abyss, as silently as it had come. Only its tail remained, stretching high into the sky like a towering pillar, as if it were holding up the heavens themselves. + +Even after it disappeared, the air trembled, the ground wept, and the hearts of everyone present beat with fear. + +That thing had been over 400 miles away. + +And still… just gazing upon it had left them vomiting blood. + +Max lay on the cracked ground, eyes narrowed, heart pounding. + +’What kind of existence… could carry that much power?’ + +He didn’t know. + +But he was sure of one thing— + +They had just glimpsed something that should not exist in the mortal world. + +"Max, are you alright?" + +Blob’s voice echoed through Max’s mind, strained with concern. + +"What happened to you just now? I warned you not to keep looking at that dragon… but you—you acted like you weren’t even here. Like your mind had drifted somewhere else." + +Max let out a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a smile despite the blood still drying at the corners of his eyes. + +"Blob… you won’t believe it," he said quietly. "I didn’t just see that monster we all saw... I saw something else—a dragon. A real one. Not the ancient beast we just witnessed, but something far more... divine." + +He paused, his eyes distant, as if still half-lost in that moment. + +"The aura I felt from it… it was beyond anything I’ve ever known. Like I was standing in front of something… greater. Something holy. It didn’t just radiate power—it radiated truth. Like I was staring at a god, if such a thing exists." + +Blob was silent for a beat. + +Then, his voice returned—muted, almost disbelieving. + +"Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?" + +Max shook his head slowly, the smile still tugging at his lips. + +"No dream could feel like that. And it spoke to me." + +He exhaled, a flicker of awe still glowing in his gaze. + +"It told me how to get us out of this place… out of this situation. I don’t know if it will work. But right now, it’s the only thing we’ve got." + +Blob paused again, then sighed with resignation. + +"Well… I’ve been with you through a lot, and even I can’t do a thing about the mess we’re in now. So I guess… if a dragon’s giving out directions, we might as well take them." + +Max stood up slowly, brushing the dust from his coat. + +His voice rang out clearly over the group: + +"Everyone, listen up! I found a way. I can’t promise we’ll escape the forbidden zone entirely, but I’m confident we can at least get out of this current trap." + +Without hesitation, Harry stepped forward. + +"Let’s move," he said firmly. "We’ve already seen two nightmares I don’t ever want to see again. If there’s a chance to escape, we’re taking it." + +The others nodded in agreement, some pale, others still shaking—but hope was stronger than fear. + +Max turned toward the thick fog surrounding them. + +The dragon’s words echoed in his mind: + +"Close your eyes… and see the true path through your heart—not your eyes." + +He had doubted it at first. The words were poetic, vague… but they had come from that presence. He had felt its truth. He had believed. + +Max slowly closed his eyes. + +And everything went dark. + +But not for long. + +Within the void of his inner vision, his Three Dimensional Body activated. And in that higher layer of perception… he saw it. + +A tiny creature emerged from the darkness. + +A small dragon, no larger than his hand. Its body shimmered with translucent light, delicate like a dream and beautiful like a memory. It flitted through the air with grace, circling around him like a tiny, ancient spirit. + +Max couldn’t see it with his eyes. + +But his soul—his essence—knew it was real. + +And strangely… no one else noticed it. + +To the rest, he was just standing there in silence. + +But to Max—this little dragon was dancing in the fog, beckoning him forward. + +Then, it turned and began to drift ahead. + +Max followed. + +And behind him, the others—trusting him, fearing the alternative—began to move too. + +The little dragon drifted ahead like a wisp of light through the endless fog—graceful, silent, and entirely unconcerned with the laws of direction. + +Sometimes it glided left. + +Other times it suddenly zipped right. + +At moments, it backtracked completely, circling around as if chasing its own tail—only to shoot forward again, straight into the mist without warning. + +To Max, it felt like being taken on a rollercoaster through a dream. His boots crunched over unfamiliar terrain, the fog curling around him like a living veil, hiding the world beyond. + +There were times he thought the dragon was playing with him. + +’Is this thing leading me… or just having fun?’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-339.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-339.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..edbb238 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-339.md @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 339: Meeting with leaders" +slug: "ch-339" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 339 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1200 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +But still—he followed. + +Because somehow, deep in his bones, he knew. + +’This thing knows the way.’ + +Behind him, dozens of figures moved cautiously through the fog—Crown Prince Aelric, Harry, Jack, Amelia, Alice, and the rest of the geniuses and squad leaders. No one spoke. No one dared to break the fragile thread of momentum holding them together. + +And then— + +the dragon stopped. + +It hovered still, its translucent form pulsing faintly around Max not disappearing. + +Not yet. + +Max slowed to a halt. + +And so did everyone else. + +"Wait," someone murmured. + +Max blinked once, and the dragon vanished—like mist in sunlight. But what lay ahead made him freeze. + +Then his eyes widened. + +"...No way," Crown Prince Aelric breathed beside him, his voice cracking. + +Ahead of them—just through a thin veil of fog—stood dozens of figures in battle robes, their powerful auras pulsing like a forest of blazing stars. + +Eyes sharp. Stances composed. Power radiating from every pore. + +These were not ordinary experts. + +They were the leaders of the Valora Continent. + +The true lords of the Expert Rank—commanders of clans, guilds, empires. + +Gasps erupted behind Max. + +"Th-That’s the Knight Kate from Knights of Order!" + +"Lord Feran of the Twin Mansion in the South…?!" + +"That’s Grandmistress Elira! And… is that King Magnar!?" + +Even the normally composed geniuses could barely contain their awe. Some bowed instinctively. Others stood frozen, unsure whether to move or speak. + +Even Harry, who was usually the one giving orders, went stiff. + +"They… they’re really here…" + +But just as the crowd reeled in shock— + +However what everyone felt at that moment was a relief too. + +Knowing that with leaders here, they would be able to safely leave the cursed place. + +The leaders themselves reacted in shock seeing the kids arrived before them. + +"What…?" murmured King Magnar, his golden brows drawing together. "Humans? Here?" + +But when he looked closely did realized they were not just humans they were the geniuses of the continent who were supposed to venture through the 100-300 miles of the Mourning Depths. + +However they somehow ended up here. + +In the 1200 miles of the forbidden zone. + +A moment of silence passed as their eyes scanned the group emerging from the fog. + +"This… this should be impossible," said Grandmistress Elira, her tone laced with disbelief. "The location we’re standing in—no one under the Expert Rank should be able to reach this depth. Not without guidance of the map Azula hold." + +"And yet…" Azula’s voice trailed off as she stared directly at Max. "They’re here." + +The surrounding leaders looked at one another, their expressions shifting from confusion… to genuine astonishment. + +"How in the world did they navigate through the Mourning Depths without any spatial guidance?" someone muttered. + +"How? We should wonder how are even they still alive? Even we faced countless life death situations before safely arriving at this point," another said. + +"It must be because of fate or else I can’t imagine them arriving here safely." Said yet another leader. + +"No," Magnar said, his eyes narrowing. "Not fate. Someone led them." + +And his gaze settled fully on Max. + +Max stood calmly under their scrutinizing eyes. + +Blood still crusted on his face. His clothes were torn. His soul still throbbed faintly from the earlier encounter with the ancient beast. + +But he stood tall. + +Unbowed. + +And behind him… everyone was still alive. + +As soon as the tension in the air eased, a wave of relief washed over the group. + +Meanwhile, King Magnar had stepped forward, his gaze firmly on Crown Prince Aelric. His golden hair, now slightly tousled by the residual winds, glinted beneath the dull gray skies of the forbidden zone. + +"What happened?" Magnar asked, his voice low, authoritative. "How did you all make it here? We didn’t expect anyone to arrive here." + +Aelric exhaled sharply. His shoulders still carried the tension of everything he had just been through, but he nodded respectfully and began to speak. + +He didn’t hold anything back. + +From the moment they entered the Mourning Depths and passed the 1500-mile threshold… + +To the strange shift in space… + +To the sight of the True Mourning Depths itself… + +To the dragon. + +That ancient, world-shaking being. The monstrous head. The golden eyes. The wings that split the sky. + +The moment Aelric described it, many of the leaders visibly stiffened. + +Their eyes narrowed. Their hands clenched. Some muttered to themselves. + +But none interrupted. + +When Aelric finally finished, a strange silence fell over the group. + +The leaders of the continent—the ones known as the unshakable pillars of the Valora Domain—stood frozen in place, expressions ranging from solemn contemplation to outright disbelief. + +They had spent decades, some even centuries, researching the Mourning Depths. + +They had sent countless scouts, probes, and spiritual projections into its outer reaches. + +But never—not once—had they seen the True Mourning Depths with their own eyes when they were at the 100-300 meter range of the forbidden zone. + +And yet these young geniuses, within just a few hours, had not only seen it… + +They had walked close enough to feel the heat of that infernal void. + +They had witnessed a creature even the legends didn’t dare name. + +Then— + +All eyes turned. + +Their gazes—curious, skeptical, some even suspicious—fell squarely on Max. + +He didn’t flinch. + +Standing calmly beside Callie, his posture relaxed but his expression unreadable, he met their scrutiny with quiet defiance. + +King Magnar took a step forward, his deep voice carrying the weight of command. + +"Max," he said evenly, "how did you find us?" + +Max blinked once, then shrugged, completely unfazed. + +"I could sense your souls," he said plainly. "All of you here. The presence of so many at the Expert Rank… it wasn’t hard to notice. So I followed the pull—and here you were." + +Silence followed. + +But not the respectful kind. + +Several leaders—especially those whose intentions toward Max were less than noble—exchanged sharp glances. + +Then one of them stepped forward with a sneer curling across his lips. + +"Sense our souls? At your level?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Boy, do you even know what you’re saying?" + +He scoffed, his tone rising. "You’re at the Adept Rank. Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds? You expect us to believe an Adept Rank can sense and track the soul aura of Expert Rank cultivators?" + +A few other leaders chuckled coldly in agreement. + +But Max only smiled—thin, sharp, and indifferent. + +"Believe what you want," he said coolly, "I don’t really care." + +The dismissiveness in his voice hit like a slap. + +The mocking leader’s face twisted with anger, but before he could retaliate, King Magnar raised a hand—his tone sharp and commanding. + +"Enough." + +The words cut clean through the tension. + +Magnar turned to Max again, this time his gaze warmer, more thoughtful. + +"Max… regardless of how you found us, the fact is—you did." + +"You led dozens of our best through the depths of a death trap. You brought them out alive." + +He looked toward Crown Prince Aelric, standing silently nearby. + +"You saved my son… and for that, I owe you my gratitude." + +Max bowed slightly, humble yet firm. + +"I was just trying to protect myself, Your Majesty. Helping others along the way… was just part of the path." + +Before anything else could be said, another voice cut through the gathering— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-34.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-34.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..270409a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-34.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 34: Before the Boss Chamber" +slug: "ch-34" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 34 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1288 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"That?" Max felt proud as he said confidently. "I have always been very good with swords, so when I started practicing, I somehow managed to learn it." + +"Somehow?" Alice asked, her tone suspicious. + +Max smiled upon seeing that and explained. "It's like this. During the no-rank dungeon, the boss was a Goblin Swordmaster, so I exchanged a few moves with him and voila, I managed to comprehend the Sword Aura." + +He added with a smirk, "Oh, by the way, I killed the Goblin Swordmaster in the process of learning it." + +Alice looked at Max with narrowed eyes. "You don't seem like you're lying, but I have a hard time believing you." + +"Why?" Max asked curiously. Although he had made things up, the story behind how he comprehended the Sword Aura was true. He didn't understand why she would doubt him. + +Alice looked at Max deeply and asked, "Do you know about Auras and Concepts?" + +"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "I just heard about the concept thing from the description of Sword Aura." + +"I figured as much," Alice chuckled. "If you knew the value of these two things, you wouldn't be so casual about it." + +"Then tell me about it," Max asked, his curiosity deepening. + +"That I can't do," Alice refused. + +"Why?" Max asked. + +Alice shot a glance at him. "Because I can't. You need someone qualified enough to teach you about Auras and Concepts—someone who has already comprehended a Concept." + +She added, "My explanation would only raise questions for you, and I simply don't have answers to them." + +Max pondered her words and felt that it made sense. Asking someone to explain something they didn't understand themselves was a foolish thing to do. + +"You have to hurry and join the guild first," Alice said, looking at Max. "Only the top five guilds and the five super families have many individuals who have comprehended a Concept. Therefore, only they are capable of teaching you." + +Max nodded in understanding, though he also understood that it was her way of saying he should join the Phoenix Order guild as quickly as possible. + +"Enough of this, let's enter the canyon and see what's stopping these people from killing the boss," Alice changed the topic and began descending toward the canyon. + +Amy followed quietly behind her. + +'This girl is smart,' Max mused as she followed behind them. + +Coming down, Max noticed the Storm Canyon was like a path to the boss chamber, with many monsters blocking their way—or at least, that was how things should have been. + +"All the monsters had been cleared by the group that came before us to kill the boss," Alice said, seeing no monsters in sight. "So from here on, we'll have an easy run." + +"That's very good. Let's go and see what's taking them so long to kill the boss," Max smiled as he shot forward. + +Alice and Amy also quickly followed. + +*** + +Some time later, they arrived before the boss chamber. They could see the huge door leading to the boss room, but something even more serious—or disturbing—caught their attention before the gate. + +They stumbled upon a grim and haunting sight—tens of corpses lay strewn across the ground, their lifeless limbs scattered haphazardly across the scene. Blood and body parts were scattered everywhere, with not a single corpse having intact body parts. + +"What happened here?" Max froze in place, his breath hitching as his eyes took in the gruesome scene. A wave of discomfort washed over him, his stomach twisting at the sight of the lifeless bodies and the sheer brutality laid bare before him. + +It was his first time witnessing such cruelty and carnage, and it left him feeling deeply unsettled. + +"Damn, seeing scenes like this with goblins is one thing, but with humans... it's completely different," Max muttered under his breath. Turning to check on Alice and Amy, he expected to see similar discomfort on their faces. + +"Huh?" Max froze again, his eyes widening in disbelief. Unlike him, who was struggling to keep his composure, the two women stood calmly amidst the carnage. + +Their expressions were steady, as if the horrific scene before them was nothing out of the ordinary. + +For a moment, Max questioned himself. 'Am I too soft? Or are they just... used to this?' + +"Are you okay?" Alice asked, her voice laced with concern as she noticed the beads of sweat rolling down Max's face. + +"I-I'm fine," Max said through gritted teeth, his voice wavering slightly. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. + +Turning to Alice and Amy, he offered a sheepish smile, his face tinged with embarrassment. "I was just... a little overwhelmed by the scene," he admitted, his gaze turning to the gruesome sight before them. + +Alice nodded, seeing Max was fine, and turned her attention back to the scene. 'What happened here? No being in an F-rank dungeon should have the power to cause such a scene.' + +"H-Help! Is someone here?" + +Just at that moment, a faint voice sounded from one of the scattered corpses. + +"Someone is still alive!" Max said with wide eyes, turning to Alice. + +"We might save him if we act fast," Amy said, shooting toward the corpse. + +Alice frowned, but she also followed. + +Max didn't hesitate, and he too dashed toward the corpse. + +When the three of them reached the scene, they spotted a man riddled with injuries all over his body, moving slightly. "Here," his faint voice reached their ears. + +They quickly came to him intending to help when things took an unexpected turn. + +Max, Alice, and Amy suddenly felt an immense force seize their bodies, rendering them powerless. Before they could resist or even comprehend what was happening, they were lifted into the air as if by an invisible hand. + +Then, with terrible speed, they were hurled toward the walls of the canyon. + +BAM! + +Their bodies slammed into the wall and got stuck there. They couldn't move, as if they were being pinned into the wall by an invisible force. + +"What is this? I can't move!" Max's face twisted in frustration as he struggled to move his body, but it felt as if some invisible force was holding him in place. + +Alice clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with anger. "It's a trap," she said through gritted teeth, her face dark with realization. + +"It's indeed a trap." The man they had come to rescue suddenly stood up. Soon after, another four individuals stood up with him. + +Seeing them, Max's eyes went wide with shock. "Bouncer Squad. They are the Bouncer Squad!" + +"Bouncer Squad?" Alice frowned, turning to them. "Who sent you?" + +"That doesn't matter. Just know that I am Morel Lokus and I am the one who call shots here," the man with bright red hair down to his shoulders smiled with a sinister look. "You see this scene..." He pointed at the corpses around them. "All of them had to die because of you, and now you three will end up like them." + +"No, we won't," Alice shouted, her entire figure bursting into red flames. However, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't move her body. + +Max frowned upon seeing that. + +"Don't waste your energy," the man said with a sneer. "Unless you're someone in the Adept Rank or at the peak of Apprentice Rank, you can't hope to break free from the force pinning you three to the wall." + +He added proudly as he took out a small stone with strange markings on it. "Someone paid a very heavy price by adding their blood essence into this runestone. Although they lost their power by five levels, they made sure you die a gruesome death." He then quickly put it away like a prized possession. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-340.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-340.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a36481 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-340.md @@ -0,0 +1,300 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 340. Greed and Rage" +slug: "ch-340" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 340 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1292 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Smooth. Cold. + +Laced with venom. + +"If it's not too much trouble, Magnar…" came the voice, "…a few of us would like to speak to Max. Privately." + +Max turned sharply. + +His eyes landed on Azula. + +She stood with her usual haughty expression, her arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on her lips like a predator eying its prey. + +Max's jaw tightened. + +'This woman... She's plotting something.' + +King Magnar's expression immediately darkened. + +"Azula," he said, "this is not the time." + +His voice grew colder. + +"We're twelve hundred miles deep into the forbidden zone. We don't have the luxury to indulge in politics or power games." + +He gestured around. + +"And lest you forget, it was your map that led us to this empty zone—nothing but fog and ruin. Perhaps you should consider that before demanding anyone's time." + +Azula's expression twitched for a fraction of a second. + +But she smiled again, covering it up with practiced grace. + +"Don't worry," Azula said softly, her voice as calm as ever. "It won't take long." + +She turned her eyes toward Max, cold and deliberate. "We're in an empty zone anyway. No witnesses. No distractions. Seems like the perfect place… to settle some old accounts." + +Her gaze sharpened. + +"Are you ready to die?" + +Max didn't flinch. + +He gave a small shrug, eyes half-lidded with indifference. + +"I doubt you have what it takes to kill me." + +That answer caught Azula slightly off guard. She raised an eyebrow, surprised by his unwavering confidence—even surrounded, even outnumbered. + +"You're good," she said slowly, "but not that good." + +As if on cue, several of the leaders behind her moved subtly under her glance. They stepped forward, spreading out like trained predators. Within seconds, Max and everyone from the Black Lotus Guild were surrounded—cut off from the rest of the group entirely. + +It was fast. Efficient. Calculated. + +"Father, what is she doing?!" + +Crown Prince Aelric's voice rose sharply as he stepped toward King Magnar. + +"Stop her!" + +Magnar's expression darkened, but he exhaled and shook his head. + +"I can't," he said grimly. "She brought us here using her map. That's the only reason we made it through the deeper layers safely." + +He looked at his son, his voice low and tight. + +"If I interfere… she might sabotage the map. If that happens, we all die." + +Aelric's fists clenched at his sides. + +Alice's face paled as she stared across the battlefield. Her eyes found Azula, her own mother—and what she saw in that gaze wasn't regret… or hesitation. + +It was pure coldness. + +Azula laughed softly. + +"Did you hear him?" she said to Max. "Even King Magnar can't protect you." + +Still, Max didn't move. He didn't even blink. + +Instead, his gaze slowly swept across the leaders now standing against him. + +He recognized their faces. Their auras. + +He remembered which ones had smiled at him just hours ago. + +And then he spoke, his voice low and sharp. + +"I can understand why this bitch wants me dead." + +He gestured toward Azula. + +"But what about the rest of you? What did I ever do to you?" + +"I protected your geniuses. I led them out of a death trap. I brought them here." + +His voice hardened. "And this is what I get?" + +One of the leaders stepped forward, face calm, voice eerily casual. + +"It's not personal." + +Max stared at him in disbelief. + +"You're too talented," the man continued. "Too fast, too strong. You've gained too much. We know you entered the ancient temple. You must have obtained treasures… inheritance… secrets." + +Another leader stepped in. + +"We just want to understand you." He smiled slightly. "A quick soul search. That's all." + +"Yeah," came a third voice. "If we can learn what makes you special, maybe we can finally break through to the Master Rank." + +A fourth one spoke up—this time with a grim tone. + +"And don't forget, the Monarch wants you dead. If we kill you here, maybe we'll be spared his wrath. It's a win-win." + +Max listened in silence as they revealed themselves one by one. + +The truth of their greed. Their fear. Their hunger. + +These weren't heroes. + +They were cowards dressed in glory. + +His jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists. + +A flicker of black flame danced along his fingertips. + +His heart pounded—not from fear… but rage. + +A dark, boiling fury spread through him, coating every thought like tar. + +'They're all the same…' + +'Smiling faces hiding knives. Speaking of gratitude while plotting betrayal. Protecting their own legacies at the cost of others.' + +'There's no honor here. No justice. Only greed.' + +Only predators. + +And something inside Max snapped. + +The rage that had been building—slow, quiet, patient—finally overflowed. + +His breath grew cold. + +His skin prickled with surging power. + +His Infernal Demon Tattoo burned beneath his palm. + +The Draconic Essences inside him stirred. + +His soul pulsed with a silent scream. + +He looked up, eyes glowing faintly with a storm buried behind them. + +"If you want to kill me…" he said slowly, his voice like a whisper before a tempest, + +"…then..." + +And in that instant— + +Everyone could feel it. + +Something had changed. + +Before anyone could move— + +It hit. + +A sudden crash of soul pressure dropped like a divine hammer from the heavens. + +The air itself seemed to snap, bending under the weight of a force that none of them could prepare for. The very space around them distorted, as though time itself had been paused by a being far beyond their comprehension. + +For a breathless moment, no one could speak. + +No one could even think. + +It was a soul pressure. + +But not just any soul pressure. + +This was something… beyond them.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +Utterly transcendent. + +Those present—leaders of the Valora Continent, men and women who had reached the peak of the Expert Rank, who had stood unchallenged for decades— + +They all felt it. + +And they all knew the same terrifying truth: + +This power didn't belong to them. + +And it certainly didn't belong to someone at the Adept Rank. + +But it did. + +It belonged to him. + +To Max. + +They couldn't wrap their minds around it. + +An Adept Rank possessing such a soul? + +A yellow soul, yes—some had sensed it before. + +But this? + +This wasn't just the glow of a yellow soul. + +This was a manifestation of dominance. + +Of authority. + +Of overwhelming spiritual force. + +It was like staring at a star through mortal eyes—blinding, crushing, unstoppable. + +But the pressure wasn't aimed at the leaders. + +No… + +They quickly realized, to their growing horror, that they were not the targets at all. + +It was the geniuses. + +One by one, heads turned toward the younger cultivators standing behind Max. + +And what they saw… chilled them to their very bones. + +Every single one of the young geniuses… was on their knees. + +Foam trickled from the corners of their mouths. + +Their eyes had rolled back, pupils glassy and unfocused. + +Their faces were drained of color—blank, lifeless. + +Some trembled. + +Others slumped completely. + +A few were even twitching uncontrollably, as if their souls were trying to flee from their own bodies. + +It was a scene from a nightmare. + +And not even the most talented among them was spared. + +Not Anton, whose pride was second only to his arrogance. + +Not the sons and daughters of noble houses. + +Not the students of prestigious sects. + +Only a few remained standing. + +Crown Prince Aelric, face pale, but still holding himself upright. + +Amelia, trembling but conscious. + +Jack, Callie, Revenna… + +And… + +Alice. + +She stood silent, a flicker of red flame rising faintly from her feet—her phoenix spirit shielding her soul by a hair's breadth. + +The rest? + +Collapsed. + +And everyone knew—if Max had wished it… they would all be dead already. + +The silence that followed was suffocating. + +Azula's smirk had vanished. + +Several leaders took an instinctive step back, their expressions grim. + +What the hell… was this boy? + +A genius? + +A monster? + +Or something else entirely? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-341.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-341.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fb1f3bb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-341.md @@ -0,0 +1,234 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 341: Go Ahead and Kill Me" +slug: "ch-341" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 341 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1048 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You want to kill me, right?" + +Max's voice cut through the silence like a blade. + +Cold. Sharp. Final. + +He stood there, surrounded on all sides by the leaders of the Valora Continent—men and women hailed as paragons, as pillars of power. + +But his eyes held no fear. + +Only fury. + +"Go ahead." + +He spread his arms ever so slightly, as if welcoming their blades. + +"Do it." + +The stillness that followed was suffocating. + +"I'll die if I have to," Max said, his tone low and unwavering, "but I promise you this—" + +His eyes burned with savage determination. + +"If I go down… every single genius here dies with me." + +His words landed like a thunderclap. + +Gasps echoed around the clearing. Some of the leaders staggered back in disbelief, as if struck by a force they couldn't comprehend. + +They hadn't expected this. + +They hadn't expected him. + +Not like this. + +"A Yellow Soul…" King Magnar murmured under his breath, his face darkened with unease. + +The soul pressure emanating from Max wasn't just powerful—it was violent, suffocating, unstoppable. It clung to the world like chains of divine will. + +And as Magnar turned his eyes to the younger generation behind Max… his heart twisted. + +Crown Prince Aelric—his own son—was kneeling, body trembling violently under the weight of Max's spiritual force. + +His breath had quickened into frantic gasps, sweat pouring down his face as if he were standing in a furnace. His mind was fraying—cracking under the pressure. + +Any more… and he might snap entirely. + +Magnar clenched his fists. + +"Stop, Max!" he roared, his voice echoing with the full might of a king. + +Max turned his head slowly, eyes locking onto Magnar. + +"Stop?" he asked, voice dripping with venom. + +"So you can kill me afterward?" + +"So you can dig through my corpse and snatch my secrets like vultures?" + +He sneered, the rage in his expression raw and unfiltered. + +"You call yourselves leaders… visionaries… pillars of the continent." + +"But all I see are parasites in silk robes." + +His voice began to rise, trembling with fury. + +"You plotted against me like cowards." + +"You watched your sons and daughters suffer and said nothing." + +"And now you want mercy?" + +He raised a hand—black flame dancing along his fingertips. + +"If this is the future of the Valora Continent…" + +His gaze swept across the fallen geniuses, many still twitching beneath the soul pressure. + +"…then maybe it's better if that future burns." + +The leaders froze. + +Max wasn't bluffing. + +He had the power. The will. The fury. + +He wanted to do it. + +He wanted to kill them. All of them. + +The geniuses, the leaders, anyone who had stood silently while a noose was being tied around his neck. + +He wanted blood to calm the inferno in his heart—rage that surged like a tidal wave, unrelenting, howling for vengeance. + +And that desire burned brighter when his eyes landed on Azula. + +He took a step forward, his gaze locked onto hers. + +"You," Max spat, voice ice-cold and shaking with fury. "You bitch… this was all your idea, wasn't it?" + +Before she could answer, Max turned away from her, his feet carrying him steadily toward the back of the crowd—toward a crumpled figure lying in the dirt. + +Veylin. + +Azula's son. + +Young Monarch's son. + +The arrogant prince of the Valora Continent. + +Now collapsed, helpless. + +Foam at his lips. Eyes blank. Face pale as death. + +Max stood over him like a shadow, then reached down—fist curling into the boy's hair—and yanked his head up. + +Veylin's body didn't even resist. + +"You—what are you doing?!" + +Azula's voice cracked through the air, louder now. + +Not out of fear for herself. + +But for him. + +Her son. + +Max sneered, fire flickering in his gaze. + +"What am I doing?" he echoed mockingly. "I'm going to kill him." + +Azula's expression twisted, and her aura erupted—sharp, suffocating, furious. + +"If you dare harm even a single strand of his hair, I swear—" her voice dropped into a snarl, "—I will flay the skin from your body and grind your bones into powder while you still breathe." + +Max didn't flinch. + +He just shrugged, almost casually. + +"And that's exactly what I want." + +His voice turned low and menacing. + +"Veylin's the only one I can kill right now." + +He leaned slightly, tightening his grip on the unconscious youth's scalp. + +"If I kill him, you'll lose your mind, I know you will." + +"You'll come at me with everything you've got." + +His eyes swept across the circle of leaders. + +"And I wonder… will the rest of you just watch Azula kill me?" + +He chuckled darkly. + +"What if in panic of her killing me... Then I might hastily unleash my yellow soul on the geniuses while I die?" + +A shiver ran through the group. + +Max's yellow soul had already nearly broken their heirs and disciples with just a fraction of its pressure. + +If he were to explode that power in his final moments… + +The consequences would be catastrophic. + +"Imagine it," Max whispered, almost gently. + +"A yellow soul ripping through dozens of red souls... What do you think would be left of your prodigies?" + +A sick silence descended. + +Even Azula, still trembling with rage, hesitated. + +King Magnar's jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might break. + +He hadn't expected this. Not this level of madness. Not this level of control. + +And most of all—he hadn't expected to regret staying silent when Max was first surrounded. + +Now he did. + +Deeply. + +"Max." + +His voice was low, calm, almost pleading now. + +"Stop this. We can come to terms. There's still room for reason." + +Max slowly turned to face him. + +His expression… was bitter. Ruthless. Hollowed by betrayal. + +"Now you want to talk?" + +He laughed once—short and joyless.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +"When I was being surrounded like a criminal, you said nothing." + +His eyes burned like coals. + +"When they wanted to soul search me, kill me, butcher me for my secrets—you stood there and did. Absolutely. Nothing." + +He stepped forward, dragging Veylin's limp body with him. + +"And now that you've seen what I'm capable of—now you want peace?" + +He spat on the ground. + +"There are no 'good things' in this world, King Magnar. Just people like you." + +"People who close their eyes when it's convenient…" + +His voice dropped to a whisper. + +"…and beg for mercy when the blade turns their way." + +With those final, bitter words still echoing in the air— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-342.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-342.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1124b8c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-342.md @@ -0,0 +1,266 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 342: Pity" +slug: "ch-342" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 342 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Black flames erupted from Max's hands. + +The fire didn't roar. + +It whispered. + +And yet, in that whisper, it devoured Veylin whole. + +The moment the flames touched his body, Veylin screamed. + +"AGGHHHHHH!" + +His voice ripped through the fog-choked air like a blade. + +A raw, soul-wrenching, flesh-peeling scream that pierced straight into the bones of everyone present. + +It was the kind of sound that shattered stillness. + +The kind of scream that made even the cruelest hesitate. + +"NO!" + +Azula's scream followed. But hers wasn't rage. + +It was grief. + +Pure, furious, and maddening. + +She surged forward like a storm, her eyes bloodshot, flames bursting from her fists, her aura boiling with chaos. + +She was ready to kill Max. + +To rip him apart, cell by cell. + +But then—another figure stepped into her path. + +King Magnar. + +His expression was stone-cold, eyes grim. + +"I can't let you get through," King Magnar said, his voice low and grim. + +His eyes stayed locked on Azula's, but his thoughts were elsewhere. + +'He killed him. Right in front of everyone.'𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The image of Veylin's body turning to flames still lingered behind his eyes. + +'This kid… he's not just dangerous. He's a menace.' + +Azula, trembling with fury, stared at him with wild, bloodshot eyes. + +"MAGNAR, GET AWAY!" + +She didn't wait for an answer. + +With a roar of rage, her hands ignited, bursting into blazing yellow flames. She lunged forward, both fists smashing toward Magnar with enough force to level a city wall. + +But Magnar didn't flinch. + +He simply raised his hand, and in that instant, a brilliant blue shield shimmered into existence before him. + +Smooth. Radiant. Absolute. + +Her fists struck the barrier with the force of a comet. + +BOOM! + +The explosion of power shook the ground beneath them. A concussive shockwave rippled through the air, kicking up dust and fog, forcing every leader and genius nearby to stagger back a step or two. + +Some fell to their knees. Others gasped from the impact. + +But the shield held. + +And so did Magnar. + +Azula stepped back, breathing hard, her hands still aflame—her expression a storm of rage and grief. + +But as the dust began to settle, it wasn't her people were looking at. + +It wasn't even Max anymore. + +It was the sky. + +It was the air. + +The energy in the zone… had shifted. + +A deep, low vibration started in the ground beneath their feet. Almost imperceptible at first. + +And then came the silence—a heavy, choking quiet. + +Even the wind died. + +And that's when the dread set in. + +Infernal energy. + +Thick. Oppressive. Rising fast like a flood tide. + +Something had changed. + +Max's black flames, Azula's explosion of power—together, they had shaken the fragile equilibrium of the Mourning Depths. + +But at this moment something else happened too. + +Something— + +That everyone feared at this moment. + +No. + +It was what came next. + +The shift. The change. The silence. + +Because in the heart of that deathly stillness— + +Veylin's scream stopped. + +And then— + +Nothing. + +Where his body had once been, there was only ash. + +Max's black flames hadn't burned him. + +They had unmade him. + +There was no corpse. No trace. + +Just dust, floating away in the fog. + +Silence. + +Then— + +Cold breath. Everywhere. + +The gathered leaders and geniuses exhaled together, sharp and involuntary. + +Because now they understood. + +This wasn't a genius. + +This wasn't a prodigy. + +This was something else entirely. + +A force. + +A weapon. + +A storm wearing a human face. + +They had plotted against a boy, thinking they could cage him. + +But standing before them… was a devil. + +And he had just proven that he didn't need mercy. + +Because he would never ask for it. + +And he sure as hell wouldn't give it. + +"You... you killed Veylin..." + +Azula's voice was low, trembling—not with fear, but with fury too vast to contain. Her eyes darkened, filled with the kind of grief that only turns to hatred. + +And then—rage. Heaven-seething rage. + +Her body burst into golden-yellow flames, blazing like a second sun in the fog. The very ground beneath her feet cracked from the force of her aura. + +"I WILL KILL YOU!!" she screamed. + +She took a step forward— + +But then— + +A voice. + +Cold. Hollow. Void of emotion. + +"Azula." + +She froze. + +"Do you want to die too?" + +She turned sharply— + +—and saw King Magnar. + +But this wasn't the composed monarch she had always known. + +This was something else. + +His face was carved in stone, his eyes like twin glaciers. His presence, once regal, now felt like a cold storm pressing down on the world. + +He took a slow step toward her. + +"You have two choices." His voice was terrifyingly even. + +"Either I kill you… or you stay silent. What do you choose?" + +Azula's breathing turned ragged. + +"He killed my son!" she screamed, voice hoarse. "That vermin murdered my child! I want him DEAD!" + +"Do you think I care?" Magnar replied coldly, eyes narrowing. + +"If you don't calm your aura right now, I will end your life here and now. You're strong—yes. But not stronger than me. You know that." + +And then, without warning, his aura erupted—for just a breath. + +But that was all it took. + +The world shuddered. Every expert-rank leader around them took an involuntary step back, some gasping as their knees buckled beneath the weight of his pressure. + +And then—just as quickly—it vanished. + +But the silence it left behind was absolute. + +Azula's flames flickered… and died. + +Her face twisted with grief and hate, but she said nothing. + +She turned toward Max, eyes bloodshot, her voice now cold and slow—lethal. + +"I will kill you. I will hunt down your friends. Your family. Every person who's ever known your name—I'll kill them in front of you. I will bury your soul in agony until you beg me to end it." + +Max just laughed—sharp, bitter, cold. + +"Pity." + +He tilted his head. + +"If only you'd brought a daughter along too. I would've taken my time with her… unlike Veylin." + +His tone darkened. + +"Honestly… I regret killing him so quickly." + +Azula's entire body shook, fists clenched, flames itching to return—but she held back. + +She had to. + +She could not win—not now. + +But her silence now… was just the promise of a storm to come. + +And Max? He just stared back, eyes empty of fear. + +He had crossed a line—and he wasn't going back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-343.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-343.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d06ea64 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-343.md @@ -0,0 +1,222 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 343: Moving Forward" +slug: "ch-343" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 343 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1096 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"What are you going to do now?" + +King Magnar's voice was low—careful. Like a man treading across thin, cracking ice. + +Max turned slowly. His gaze swept across the gathered leaders like a cold blade, and when he spoke, his voice was ice. + +"I've already marked every single one of the geniuses here… with my yellow soul." + +He paused. Let the silence thicken. Then added, + +"Which means…" he glanced at the stunned faces, + +"…if I so much as sense a move from any of you—just one thought… and I can kill every single one of them." + +The air froze. + +Gasps broke out like shattering glass. + +A sharp breath sucked in from dozens of mouths—fear, naked and raw, rippled across the camp. + +Even King Magnar's expression flickered. + +But for the others—those who had stood against Max—their blood ran cold. + +In the East Region camp, the reaction was even more intense. + +Kate's lips parted slightly, unable to speak. + +She just stared at Max… unable to reconcile what she was seeing. + +This wasn't the boy who shone like a beacon during the trials. + +The boy who defeated genius after genius inside the temple. + +The one everyone said had limitless potential. + +No… + +This was someone else. + +This was a shadow. A storm. + +A person born from hatred. + +Kate only sighed at Max's fate. + +Ralph stood a little behind the others, silent. + +But his fists were clenched. + +He had always believed in Max's strength, and maybe even admired him from afar… but now— + +Now, he wasn't sure if what stood before them was the birth of a hero… or the rise of something else entirely. + +Still, deep down, Ralph didn't blame Max. + +Not for this. + +He's just trying to survive... + +But he also knew— + +Max was walking a path darker than anyone else here could understand. + +Meanwhile, Kheonne and Norton were trembling. + +Literally trembling. + +Their faces had lost all color. Cold sweat beaded down their backs. + +They could feel it—this wasn't an empty threat. + +This wasn't some bluff. + +If Max wanted to, if he willed it, their geniuses… their children, disciples, heirs… + +Gone. In a heartbeat. + +And that reality terrified them. + +But even more than fear—something else began to bloom inside them. + +Hatred. Obsession. A desperate, consuming need. + +'He can't be allowed to live.' + +'He can't be allowed to grow.' + +'We need to kill him… before it's too late.' + +Across the gathering, the leaders of the guilds and the four great families stood in stunned silence. + +Even those who hadn't planned to act against Max now understood something crucial: + +This boy wasn't just powerful. + +He was a variable. + +A wild, dangerous, uncontrollable variable. + +And still— + +Aurelia's face was calm.. + +From beginning to end, she hadn't flinched, hadn't spoken, hadn't even blinked when her children fell under Max's crushing soul pressure. + +She just watched. + +Eyes cold. + +Expression unreadable. + +"Did I make myself clear?" + +Max's voice rang out, sharp as a sword, calm as death. + +His pink eyes swept across the leaders—the so-called paragons of power—who moments ago had plotted to kill him like scavengers circling prey. + +One by one, they nodded. + +Stiffly. + +Reluctantly. + +But they nodded. + +Even the most arrogant among them lowered their heads, if only slightly. + +Only then did Max release the soul pressure. + +The invisible weight lifted. The suffocating presence dissolved into the air like morning mist. And with it, the unconscious geniuses, still reeling from the aftershocks of Max's yellow soul, began to stir. + +Slowly, cautiously, they returned to their senses. + +Some gasped. Others coughed or collapsed to their knees, eyes dazed. Most had no idea what had just happened. Only a few—those with sharper perception—truly understood how close they'd been to death. + +Because Max hadn't been bluffing. + +He had really marked them. + +It was a soul technique Blob had passed to him. With it, he could brand a soul—plant a wisp of his own yellow soul deep within another. And with a single thought, from any distance, he could shatter that soul like glass. + +The technique had one flaw—it didn't last forever. A day, maybe two. But that was enough. + +Plenty enough to keep them in check. + +Kate broke the silence first, her voice subdued. + +"Now that this… matter is settled," she glanced toward Max, then King Magnar, "what do we do? Do we push forward—or leave?" + +All eyes turned to Magnar. + +The King, silent for a moment, then looked toward Azula. + +Her face was still dark, twisted with fury and grief, but she composed herself. Her voice came low and cold. + +"We're in the same kind of trap the kids were. But we're lucky. This place is the 'Empty Zone.' If we can make it out of this field, I can still use the map to navigate." + +Magnar gave a single nod, then turned back to Max. + +"Can you get us out of this empty zone?" + +Max didn't answer right away. + +He looked down at the shimmering creature still hovering beside him—the tiny dragon-like fairy, made of soul light and will. It floated in the air as if tethered to his fate. + +It's still here. That means it's not done yet, Max thought. + +Maybe it was guiding him. Maybe it was baiting him. + +But either way, it was the only thread they had. + +"Last time, I sensed all your soul to come here," Max said at last, his voice measured. "But this time I am sensing something else. Something pulling me forward." + +He glanced at King Magnar. + +"I don't know if what lies ahead is good or bad. All I know is—it's the only lead we've got." + +A long pause followed. + +Then Magnar looked around. The other leaders met his gaze. Some nodded quietly. Some grimaced. But no one spoke against it. + +"Alright," Magnar said, turning back. "Lead the way. Whatever comes next… we'll face it together." + +Max's expression didn't change. + +"I'll lead—but only on one condition." + +His gaze snapped toward Azula like a dagger. + +"She walks at the back of the group. If not… forget it. We'll all be stuck here." + +That drew frowns. A few mutters. Even Magnar's brow furrowed. + +But before he could respond— + +Azula spoke first. + +Her tone was colder than the wind. + +"You can have your way for now, boy." + +No resistance. No arguments. Just poison under her tongue. + +Max stared at her a moment longer, then turned toward the fog. + +The tiny soul dragon spun once in the air—beckoning him—before darting forward into the haze. + +Max followed without hesitation. + +Behind him, one by one, the leaders and geniuses began to move again, their footsteps wary, their eyes lingering on Max's back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-344.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-344.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5757fdd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-344.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 344: Sword and the Altar" +slug: "ch-344" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 344 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Max silently followed the little dragon-like fairy, countless questions swirled in his mind. + +Where was this mysterious creature taking them? + +Was it truly guiding them out of the Mourning Depths—or deeper into its heart? + +Was it salvation or a trap disguised as hope? + +Max didn't know. + +All he could do now was trust it. After everything they had seen—the twisted space, the disorienting terrain, the ancient beast in the black fog—this glowing wisp of a dragon was the only lead they had. + +And so he followed, eyes calm but wary, heart steady but coiled with tension. + +Behind him came the others. The once proud leaders of Valora Continent and the brightest of its younger generation followed in silence. No one spoke. No one dared to break the fragile thread of purpose tying them together. + +But every single one of them was on edge. + +The fog was thick, but the sense of danger was thicker. + +And it didn't take long for that danger to show itself. + +A shriek pierced the silence. + +From the left, a creature emerged—its form twisted and monstrous, like a fusion of man and centipede. Long limbs scraped the ground, and its torso opened up to reveal rows of needle-sharp teeth spiraling inward. + +Before anyone could react, it lunged— + +BOOM! + +A flash of red light exploded as Norton Blade cleaved the monster in two. His sword, coated in pure killing intent, cut through flesh and bone like silk. + +"Eyes open," Norton growled, his tone heavy. "They're watching us from the fog." + +No sooner had he said that, a pack of wraith-like infernal beasts rose from the earth. Shrouded in shadow, their claws crackled with dark lightning as they howled and leapt toward the group. + +CRACK! + +A golden spear of light tore through the air. + +King Magnar stepped forward, eyes flashing, and with a flick of his wrist, unleashed a sweeping arc of elemental force. The wraiths screamed, burned, and vanished into ashes. + +But they weren't alone. + +From above, a hulking creature with a bloated head and arms like tree trunks came crashing down. Its roar shattered stone and echoed through the empty zone. + +Aurelia moved in a blur, a flurry of flaming blades carving the beast apart mid-air. + +"That's the third wave," she muttered, wiping a smear of black blood off her cheek. "They're more out there." + +"They know we're moving," said Kate, her voice low. "Something's driving them this way." + +Azula, still silent and seething at the rear of the formation, only narrowed her eyes. But even she didn't act recklessly—she knew the Mourning Depths didn't play fair. + +The deeper they went, the stranger the infernal beings became. + +Some were twisted versions of familiar animals—giant infernal wolves whose howls turned into tangible sonic waves that shattered trees and stones. + +Others were indescribable. + +One had no physical form at all—just a drifting shadow that devoured heat and light. It floated above the ground, and any genius who came too close collapsed, screaming, from the sheer coldness of its presence. + +But Harry sealed it with a complex rune formation, burying it beneath a sigil of blue flame. + +Another creature appeared as a mirror. + +It reflected back their worst fears—illusions so real some of the younger geniuses collapsed in panic, screaming as they were forced to watch themselves die over and over. + +Magnar shattered it with a snarl. "Enough." + +Through it all, the leaders fought. Silent. Efficient. Brutal. + +They showed why they were feared. Why they stood at the top. + +The geniuses could only watch in awe. For the first time, they understood the true weight of power—and what it meant to stand at the peak. + +Max, however, didn't join the fights. He simply followed the little dragon. + +His eyes were focused on the flickering trail ahead, his senses extended in all directions. With each passing step, his connection to the small dragon deepened. He could feel its will—calm, ancient, unwavering. + +It wanted to take him somewhere. + +Not just out of the Mourning Depths. + +Somewhere important. + +After hours of following Max—battling wave after wave of infernal creatures, each more twisted than the last—they finally came to a halt. + +Before them stood a vast hall. + +It wasn't just ancient. It felt wrong. + +Rows of strange statues lined the chamber. Some resembled grotesque beasts—gargoyles twisted in agony, their wings frozen mid-flap. Others were of mermaid-like beings, elegant but eerily expressionless. Some were unrecognizable altogether—shapes that hurt the mind to look at for too long. + +Among them stood statues of humans, elves, and demons... their faces lifelike, eyes filled with something that looked too close to fear. + +At the center of the hall stood an altar—low, wide, and carved from a dark stone that shimmered faintly under the flickering torchlight. Embedded in the altar was a crimson sword, its blade buried halfway into the stone. A translucent forcefield surrounded it, pulsing like a living heart. + +And within that barrier… churned a dense cloud of infernal energy. It moved like smoke, but heavier. More alive. + +Max took a breath. The pressure here was different. + +"What is this place?" one of the leaders asked, voice hushed. + +"How can something like this exist, hidden deep in the Mourning Depths?" another muttered. + +"I heard this place was formed from the aftermath of a massive war," someone else said. + +"Yeah, same here… but this? This doesn't feel like the ruins of war. This feels like something that was meant to be hidden." + +The leaders glanced around uneasily, their murmurs fading into silence. + +King Magnar turned to Max, voice low but firm. "Is this the place?" + +Max gave a small nod, eyes still locked on the altar. "Yeah… I sensed something from here. Something powerful." + +But even as he spoke, his gaze shifted to the little dragon. The creature hadn't stopped when they entered. It had flown straight to the altar, circling the sword like it was drawn to it… or trying to draw him. + +'It wants me to take it,' Max thought. 'It's guiding me toward the sword.' + +Before he could take a step, King Magnar's voice boomed through the hall. + +"Everyone, spread out. Search the area. See if there's anything that can help us escape this place." + +The leaders obeyed, fanning out cautiously, each one eyeing the statues like they might come to life. + +Max moved too, but his thoughts never strayed far from the sword. + +That's when he heard Blob's voice echo inside his mind. Calm, but… shaken. + +"Max… I have a very bad feeling about that sword." + +He froze. + +"It's triggering every alarm I have. That thing is dangerous—far beyond anything we've faced down here. But it's not just the sword I'm worried about." + +Max felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. + +"Something is sealed beneath it. Something wrong. The infernal energy in this hall—no, in the entire Mourning Depths—all of it feels like it originated from that sealed thing. Like it's been leaking… breeding this darkness. Max, whatever is down there… it's evil beyond comprehension. You must not, under any circumstance, pull that sword out." + +Max stood still, heart pounding. + +Just moments ago, he was entertaining the thought. Maybe this sword was a key. A weapon. A piece of the puzzle. After all, the dragon had led him here—guided him right to it. And now it hovered beside the sword, waiting. + +Watching. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-345.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-345.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..89fc51d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-345.md @@ -0,0 +1,232 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 345: Mark Vendor" +slug: "ch-345" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 345 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +'Why would it want me to take it?' Max wondered. 'Is this really the way forward… or a trap?' + +His hand twitched. + +Blob's warning echoed again. + +"Do not take the sword out." + +Max clenched his jaw, eyes darting between the sword, the dragon, and the swirling storm of infernal energy within the forcefield. + +Something was buried here. + +And it was still alive. + +But he could feel nothing aside from the infernal energy around the sword. + +Max's eyes narrowed as he looked at the little dragon. + +It hovered near the sword again, wings buzzing faintly, never touching the blade but never leaving its side either. Every few seconds, it would glance back at Max—those bright, intelligent eyes filled with urgency. + +It wasn't just circling the sword anymore. + +It was beckoning him. + +Inviting him to take it. + +To draw it. + +'It wants me to pull the sword out… but why?' Max's jaw tightened, a shadow falling across his face. The unease he'd been trying to ignore finally settled in his gut like a cold stone. + +And then it hit him. + +His eyes widened slightly. + +He'd walked into a trap. + +His instincts screamed it. Everything about this place—the unnatural silence, the ancient statues, the pulsing forcefield, the sword that radiated power like a siren's call—it had all been too perfect. Too designed. + +Just as the thought crossed his mind, a sharp sensation tore through his arm. + +His infernal demon tattoo. + +It flared to life, itching with a furious intensity. The kind that made his skin crawl, like something inside him was trying to tear its way out. + +'Not again…!' Max hissed, gritting his teeth and clutching his right arm tightly. His fingers dug into his skin, but it didn't help. + +The sensation wasn't just pain. + +It was hunger. + +A deep, primal hunger. + +His eyes widened further as the feeling grew—wave after wave of gnawing need, all coming from the tattoo. It was no longer just a mark. It was alive. It wanted something. + +It wanted infernal energy. + +And it wanted it now. + +'What the hell is going on…?' Max's heart pounded as he glanced around the hall, searching for signs—anything to show he wasn't alone in this. + +But no one else seemed affected. + +The other leaders—all of them bearing the same eleven-layered infernal demon tattoo—were moving normally, still searching the chamber. Calm. Focused. + +Not one of them was clutching their arm. + +Not one of them looked like they were losing control. + +Only he was feeling this. + +Only his tattoo was reacting. + +Only he was being consumed by this infernal hunger. + +Max's thoughts raced. Why him? What made his mark different? + +Just then— + +"A coward…" + +A voice rang out—cold, quiet, but sharp enough to slice through the heavy air like a blade. + +Every head turned. + +It was Mark Vendor. + +He stood still at first, his eyes fixed on Max. A faint smile played on his lips, but his tone was anything but amused. + +Max furrowed his brows. He hadn't expected that from Mark. Not now. Not here. + +He turned slowly, watching the man approach him one deliberate step at a time. + +"I expected more from you," Mark said, his voice low, icy, each word laced with something darker than disappointment. "You're someone who could defy the world, aren't you? Your fate... isn't bound by it." + +The words hit Max like a slap. + +His face darkened. Defy the world? How did Mark know that phrase? It was something Max had only heard from the mouth of Blob and from the system. + +And yet… Mark spoke it like it was common knowledge. + +What the hell was going on? + +"I gave you hints," Mark continued, still walking, still calm. "So many of them. I nudged you. Pushed you toward greatness. But you… you ignored every single one, didn't you?" + +He came to a stop a few feet away, his presence suddenly overwhelming. + +Max's eyes widened. + +Hints…? + +His mind reeled back—racing through memory. + +The itching of the infernal demon tattoo that first time he met the others. + +The strange vision of the dragon. + +The little dragon's unnatural behavior, how it led them to the leaders… and now to this cursed hall. + +And the tattoo again. Always the tattoo, burning, itching, hungering at all the right moments. + +His stomach sank. + +No... + +It couldn't be. + +Had it all been orchestrated? + +Had he been led? + +Used? + +Mark hadn't just been watching. He'd been pulling the strings. + +Max stumbled back a step, face pale, breath caught in his throat. + +Then he bolted backward, putting distance between them, his voice trembling. + +"Who… who are you?" + +That question cut through the hall like lightning. + +The others froze. + +Confusion bloomed across their faces. What the hell was Max talking about? Had he lost it? + +Mark tilted his head slightly, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. + +Max turned to King Magnar and the other leaders, his voice loud, desperate. "Everyone! That man—he's not who you think he is! He's not Mark Vendor! He's something else, something evil! He's trying to awaken what's sealed in here!" + +Gasps echoed. People exchanged stunned looks. + +Was Max losing his mind? + +Or was he telling the truth? + +"Max," came a deep, composed voice. It was Palace Master Hugh. "That's my son you're accusing." + +His tone was solemn. Heavy with disbelief. But beneath it… was a flicker of doubt. + +Mark's smile widened just a little at that. + +"Yeah, Max," he said softly, almost playfully. "What are you saying? Haven't you heard of me? You're the prodigy who stole everything from me—my spotlight, my recognition, my place. And now you call me evil?" He laughed gently. "How narrow-minded can you be?" + +Max's face twisted in a mix of rage and horror. + +Without another word, he activated the soul mark he had secretly placed on Mark. + +A final confirmation. + +But— + +Nothing. + +No reaction. + +No feedback. + +The mark felt as if it didn't even exist.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +Mark stood still, perfectly calm, hands by his sides, watching Max's expression fall apart. + +The silence in the hall grew oppressive. + +And in that silence, Max understood one terrifying truth. + +The man standing before him wasn't Mark Vendor. + +At least… not anymore. + +"But I have to give it to you…" Mark's voice was quiet—almost admiring. He raised his hand slowly, fingers drifting into a poised snapping position. His gaze remained fixed on Max. "To figure it all out… you did well." + +Snap. + +The sound echoed like thunder in the silence that followed. + +And then it began. + +A wave of pain rippled through the hall. + +Every single leader clutched their right hand in shock, their eyes widening in confusion and alarm as an intense burning sensation surged through their skin. + +From the tattoo. + +The infernal demon tattoo. + +"What the hell—my tattoo! It's itching like crazy!" + +"Same here—what's happening?!" + +"This… this isn't normal. It's getting worse!" + +Grimaces and groans filled the air as one by one, the leaders doubled over slightly, gripping their arms. The eleven-layered infernal demon tattoo on each of them pulsed with a dull red glow, as though it had been awakened—triggered. + +Even King Magnar and Azula were not spared. + +King Magnar's expression darkened, veins popping along his temple as he fought the etching pain tearing through his arm. + +His eyes locked onto Mark. + +"What did you do?" His voice thundered through the hall like a war drum. It was clear—this wasn't coincidence. The pain had started the moment Mark snapped his fingers. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-346.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-346.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..77153db --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-346.md @@ -0,0 +1,258 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 346: A Showdown" +slug: "ch-346" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 346 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Mark met his gaze calmly, as if the chaos around him was beneath his notice. + +"Just a little something," he said, almost gently. "A gift… to remind you who gave you those marks in the first place." + +King Magnar's eyes flared with fury. Without hesitation, he blurred forward—his body vanishing in a flash as he crossed the distance in a heartbeat. + +But before he could land a single blow— + +Bang! + +A massive shockwave exploded outward. + +King Magnar's body was blasted backward, smashing into the far wall of the hall with a sickening crack. Dust and debris flew as stone cracked from the force of impact. + +Gasps erupted. + +Everyone stared in shock. + +The strongest among them—King Magnar himself—had been thrown like a ragdoll. + +And Mark hadn't even moved. + +He just stood there, smiling faintly, eyes cold. + +"King Magnar…" someone whispered in disbelief. + +Palace Master Hugh's face was a storm of panic and confusion. "Son… what are you doing?!" + +He stepped forward, hands raised—not in attack, but in plea. + +But before he could even speak again— + +Crash! + +He too was slammed against the wall, pinned as if some invisible force had gripped him and hurled him like a toy. His back struck the stone with a thud, and he stayed there, unable to move, eyes wide with horror. + +"Mark! Stop this!" someone shouted. + +But it was too late for words. + +"Everyone—attack him!" King Magnar roared, his voice filled with rage and desperation, still crushed against the wall. "Now!" + +That command was all it took. + +Every leader in the hall, despite the searing pain in their tattooed arms, launched into motion. Energy flared. Weapons appeared. Techniques were activated midair. The hall lit up with power. + +Blades. Lightning. Fire. Shadows. + +They all surged toward Mark. + +The man who wasn't Mark anymore. + +And through it all… he just stood there. + +Smiling. + +Waiting. + +And then—finally—the barrage of attacks landed. + +Blades of lightning. Waves of fire. Crushing force. Shadows sharp enough to tear steel. Dozens of powerful techniques slammed into Mark from every angle. + +But the result was terrifying. + +Each and every one of them was repelled. + +The energy recoiled as if the very air around Mark rejected it. His body didn't so much as flinch. + +And in the next instant— + +Boom! + +Just like King Magnar and Palace Master Hugh, the rest of the leaders were violently thrown back. + +Some were slammed into the stone walls with bone-crunching force. Others were smashed into the ground, their impact carving deep craters in the floor. A few were hurled across the hall, tumbling like broken dolls before coming to a brutal stop. + +The common thread between them all? + +None of them moved. + +Not a single twitch. + +They lay sprawled or pinned in place, not unconscious—but paralyzed. + +It was as if an invisible pressure, thick as iron and cold as death, pressed down on them, locking their bodies in place. Muscles wouldn't respond. Energy refused to circulate. + +They weren't just defeated. + +They were suppressed. + +Just then— + +"SWORD OF MONARCH!"𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +The thunderous voice of King Magnar rang out suddenly, defiant and full of power. + +Above Mark's head, a colossal golden sword materialized—shimmering with celestial light, its presence shaking what remained of the ruined hall. + +A divine weapon of pure will. + +With a deafening hum, it plummeted downward. + +Mark simply watched, standing still, that same unsettling smile still on his lips. + +The massive sword crashed down—striking him directly on the head. + +And then… something impossible happened. + +A small crack appeared at the sword's tip. + +At first, it was barely visible. + +But then— + +Crack. Crack. Crack. + +The fractures spread like spiderwebs. + +Golden light flickered violently as the mighty blade began to shatter from the point of contact, cracking along its length like glass under pressure. + +CRAACK! + +The entire sword exploded into fragments, disintegrating into golden dust that drifted uselessly through the air. + +Silence. + +Stunned silence. + +Everyone stared in utter disbelief. + +King Magnar's strongest technique—an attack that could sever mountains, split the heavens—had been destroyed the moment it touched Mark. + +He hadn't even blinked. + +That was horrifying enough. + +But it wasn't over. + +A flash of golden flame erupted from the far side of the hall. + +A lotus—burning and majestic—materialized midair before Mark. Thirty-three petals in perfect symmetry. + +The World Destruction Flaming Lotus. + +Aurelia's signature technique. + +The pride of the Phoenix Order. A flame capable of burning through time, space, and soul alike. + +The instant the lotus appeared, it exploded in a roar of blinding golden fire. + +BOOM! + +The entire hall was engulfed. + +Walls melted. Statues vaporized. The stone floor turned to molten ash. + +The flames surged like a tidal wave, consuming everything in their path. + +But before the fire could reach Max and the other young geniuses, a strange distortion appeared—a shimmering dome of space itself wrapping around them, keeping them untouched. A protective spatial barrier, shimmering like glass, held the inferno at bay. + +They could only watch through the translucent field as the hall was destroyed. + +Everything—everything—turned to ruin. + +Except for the altar. + +The altar with the red sword embedded in it stood completely untouched. Not even scorched. + +And amidst the golden blaze, at the very center of the destruction… stood Mark. + +Unharmed. + +Not a scratch on him. + +His hair didn't shift. His clothes weren't even singed. The flames danced around him like they didn't dare touch him. + +Then, another force surged forward. + +A ripple of spatial distortion—an attack from Kate. + +Space itself twisted violently, warping like water around Mark. + +But the moment the distortion reached him… it stopped. + +The wobble in space snapped back to stillness, as if it had never happened. + +Kate's eyes widened. Her breath caught. + +She tried again. + +The distortion surged. + +And again—it collapsed into nothing the moment it touched Mark. + +No ripple. No reaction. Just… nullification. + +Shock spread across her face. + +She tried a third time—then a fourth—pouring more energy into each attempt. + +But the result was the same. + +Nothing worked. + +Space itself refused to bend around him. + +It was as if Mark wasn't just resisting the world. + +He was beyond it. + +Just then— + +"Prison of Black Dragon!" + +Klaus's voice rang out like thunder. + +In an instant, black flames erupted beneath Mark's feet—dark and furious, swirling like living shadows. The flames coiled upward, twisting violently into the shape of a massive clawed fist. It clenched around Mark's body, holding him in place. + +A second later, nine blazing chains of black fire materialized in midair, forming a circle around the hall. Each chain snapped forward with terrifying speed— + +Katcha! + +They passed through Mark's body, not as blades but as anchors—linking together around him, locking him in place. The ends of the chains floated in the air, glowing with ethereal fire, as though tethered to nothing and everything all at once. + +It was Klaus's strongest sealing technique. One that could restrain even peak-tier overlords. + +Mark looked down at the chains. + +Then up. + +Then around. + +Unbothered. + +He tilted his head slightly, eyes flickering with intrigue. + +"Oh… These black flames," he murmured, his tone thoughtful. "They're different. Something beyond my control. Interesting." + +Klaus narrowed his eyes. + +Mark wasn't flinching. Wasn't screaming. Wasn't even smoking. + +Why wasn't he burning? + +"You're caught in the flames of the Black Dragon," Klaus said, voice sharp. "They burn the soul… even the void itself. So why aren't you burning?" + +Mark smiled, calm and cruel. "Why?" he echoed. "Hmm. I wonder… why." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-347.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-347.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c17dcaa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-347.md @@ -0,0 +1,218 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 347: A Conspiracy" +slug: "ch-347" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 347 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1201 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +That infuriating calmness sent a chill crawling up Klaus's spine. + +He didn't waste another breath. + +A second eruption of black flames surged from his body, darker and hotter than before. They condensed in the air—twisting and folding into the shape of a sword. A blade of pure annihilation, burning with black dragon fire. + +With a flick of Klaus's wrist, it flew forward. + +WHOOSH! + +The sword cut through the air like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced directly through Mark's forehead. + +His head snapped back from the impact. + +Silence descended over the hall. + +Time seemed to freeze. + +Everyone stared, unmoving, holding their breath. + +Was it over? + +Had Klaus succeeded? + +For one fleeting second, it almost seemed like Mark had finally taken damage. That he could be hurt. + +But then— + +Mark's head slowly tilted forward again. + +That same infuriating, calm smile still curled across his lips. + +He reached up and, without flinching, grabbed the black flaming sword embedded in his forehead. + +"These flames," he said softly, "can hurt me. They can touch me. Affect me." + +His eyes gleamed with something far too ancient to be human. + +"I never expected to find such a thing… in the Lower Domain." + +And then, slowly, effortlessly, he pulled the sword out of his head. + +A sickening sound followed, but no blood spilled. + +Instead, the hole in his forehead simply vanished—healed in an instant. + +No scar. No trace. + +It was as if the sword had never pierced him at all. + +A chill swept through the hall. + +The leaders, pinned and paralyzed, trembled in horror. Many had seen gods. Monsters. Divine beasts. + +But this? + +This was something else. + +Even the Young Monarch, hailed as the future hope of the Lower Domain, might be nothing but an ant before this man. + +And amidst it all, Max stood silently at the edge of the destruction, his heart pounding. + +He had watched everything. + +Klaus. Aurelia. King Magnar. Kate. Hugh. + +One by one, the greatest warriors in the Lower Domain had thrown everything they had at Mark. + +None of it worked. + +Not a single scratch. Not a moment of weakness. + +It was… unbelievable. + +Just then, a voice rang in his mind. Calm. Serious. + +"Max… I think you should run." + +It was Blob. + +Max's heart clenched. + +"This man is beyond reason. Beyond comprehension. I'm almost certain—no, I know—he isn't from this world. He must be from the Middle Domain. And from the looks of it… his strength may have already reached the Mythic Rank—maybe even Divine Rank. You can't fight him, Max. Not now." + +Max said nothing. + +His fists trembled. + +"But for some reason," Blob continued, "he wants you to draw that sword. The one sealed in the altar. Whatever's trapped beneath it… he wants it freed. That's his goal." + +"So listen to me—best case scenario, you run. Now." + +Run? + +Max muttered the word under his breath. + +He looked across the ruined hall. + +And then—he saw her. + +Alice. + +She stood frozen, her eyes locked on Mark. Unmoving. Terrified. + +His Three-Dimensional Body focused on her instantly. Every instinct screamed at him. + +But how could he run? + +How could he leave her here? + +He couldn't. + +"You must be one of the remnants of the Black Dragon Palace," Mark said, still smiling. There was a casual cruelty in his tone, like he was commenting on the weather. "You people really are like weeds… no matter how many times you're crushed, you just keep coming back." + +As he spoke, the black flaming fist that had once held him tightly began to peel away—slowly, piece by piece, disintegrating from his body. The fire hissed and flickered, but it could no longer maintain its hold. + +A moment later, the nine chains binding him began to decay. Not snap. Not melt. They simply... rotted. As if time itself had turned against them. One by one, the shackles crumbled into black dust, then vanished into thin air like they had never existed. + +Mark stepped forward, completely unscathed, his smile widening ever so slightly. + +"I have to admit," he said, his voice echoing through the ruined hall, "you all put on quite a show. Fancy work. Bold effort." + +His eyes swept across the scattered, paralyzed leaders. + +"But in the end… you're just ants." + +And with those words, a new wave of agony swept through the hall. + +Every single leader groaned—some cried out—as their right arms lit up in blazing red. + +The infernal demon tattoos etched into their skin began to burn. + +Not physically. + +But deep, from within the soul. + +The etching sensation shot up to an unbearable level, their limbs trembling, veins bulging from their foreheads as they tried—and failed—to contain the pain. + +Then, something horrifying began to happen. + +Red mist. + +It leaked from their arms—more precisely, from the tattoos—like blood turning to smoke. + +A single, writhing red snake of infernal mist rose from each person, curling and twisting into the air. The snakes slithered through the hall, undisturbed by wind or motion, drawn toward the center of the chamber. + +One after another, the mists converged—dozens of them, weaving together until they formed a massive, roiling sphere of red infernal energy that hovered above the altar. + +A terrifying, unnatural glow pulsed from it. + +"My... my infernal demon tattoo," one of the leaders muttered in a daze, staring at his now bare arm. + +"It's gone..." another whispered, disbelief in his voice. + +"Mine too. It disappeared…" + +One after another, they all realized the same thing—the tattoos that had become part of their identity, their strength… were vanishing. Drained clean. Hollowed out. + +Mark turned to face them, his smile no longer just amused—it was triumphant. + +"I was the one who spread the rumors," he said casually, "that the twelve-layered infernal demon tattoo could help one comprehend a domain. And yes… that part is true." + +He began to pace slowly, almost like a teacher explaining to his students. + +"I waited. For decades… centuries, millennia. Hoping someone might achieve it naturally. But no one did. Not a single being, not in this whole pathetic Lower Domain. So I started experimenting." + +His voice dropped slightly, colder now. + +"I forcefully etched twelve layers onto humans… elves… demons… even beasts. And what do you think happened?" + +He stopped, looking at their pale, frozen faces. + +"They exploded," he said with a small shrug. "Violently. Beautifully. Their bodies were torn apart before the twelfth layer could even settle in." + +He let the silence hang for a moment. + +"And that's when I realized—this world didn't have a body capable of containing the full power of twelve layers of infernal energy." + +He turned his head—slowly—toward Max. + +Until their eyes met. + +Mark's voice dropped to a near-whisper. + +"At least… not until recently." + +Max felt a shiver crawl up his spine. + +His heart dropped. + +His body took a step back before he could even think about it. + +"No…" + +The truth dawned like a storm breaking the sky. + +It was him. + +His Unholy Trinity Physique—the only known body capable of withstanding immense amounts of infernal energy. + +He was the only one who could ever bear the twelve-layered infernal demon tattoo. + +Mark had been waiting for him. + +Everything—the rumors, the visions, the dragon, the journey to the Mourning Depths—had been orchestrated. + +Max's blood ran cold. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-348.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-348.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..65926f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-348.md @@ -0,0 +1,188 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 348: Twelve Layer Infernal Demon Tattoo" +slug: "ch-348" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 348 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1018 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Max," Mark said, his voice calm but chillingly sincere, "you truly are one of a kind." + +That same smile remained on his face—measured, calculating. + +"Infernal energy… it's not something just anyone can wield. It corrupts. Destroys. Eats away at the soul. But you…" His eyes glinted. "You can contain it. With no backlash. No side effects. That's what surprised me the most." + +As he spoke, the massive sphere of red infernal energy hovering in the center of the ruined hall began to shift. + +From its surface, a single tendril of infernal energy slithered outward—thin, alive, and pulsating like a living vein of fire. It snaked through the air, glowing with ominous red light, and moved slowly but purposefully toward Max. + +Max's eyes widened. + +"No…" + +He immediately stepped back, retreating as far as he could, his instincts screaming at him. But before he could take more than a few steps, his entire body froze. + +Yanked by something unseen. + +An invisible force gripped him like chains of air, dragging him forward—his feet scraping across the cracked floor—until he was standing directly in front of the massive sphere of infernal energy. + +"No! Get away from me!" Max roared, lightning and black flames bursting violently from his body in every direction. + +Purple lightning crackled across his skin, black flames erupted from his shoulders, lashing out like wild serpents. The ground beneath him cracked, scorched, and burned—but nothing worked. + +He couldn't move. + +He was trapped. + +Paralyzed by a force too ancient and overwhelming to resist. + +And then— + +The red tendril of energy from the sphere touched his palm. + +Right where his eleven-layered infernal demon tattoo was etched. + +In that instant, the connection was made. + +Like a circuit coming to life, the entire mass of infernal energy in the sphere jolted forward, streaming into Max's body through the tattoo. + +"NO!!" Max screamed as the infernal energy surged into him. + +It was like being struck by a tidal wave of fire and blood. His entire body trembled violently as the tattoo on his palm glowed brighter—shifting from dull red to a deep, blood-colored hue that pulsed with every beat of his heart. + +The sphere began to shrink rapidly. + +All the infernal energy—every last drop—was being funneled into Max's body. + +His tattoo writhed and expanded, growing up past his wrist, then his forearm… and soon, it wrapped around his entire right arm. + +From his fingertips to his shoulder—his flesh turned blood red. + +But it didn't stop there.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +His right eye darkened—its white replaced by black, and the iris burned a haunting red. Infernal markings spread across the side of his face, crawling up his jaw, over his cheekbone, and toward his temple. + +And then— + +The sphere disappeared. + +Completely absorbed. + +Gone. + +A thick, tense silence blanketed the hall as every eye fell on Max. + +Everyone saw it. + +The tattoo on his arm had changed. + +It had evolved. + +A new ring had formed—a twelfth layer. + +But unlike the others, this one didn't stay confined to his arm. It extended upward—like a chain of markings—reaching toward his head, connecting to the demonic symbols etched across his face. + +Max's right side now looked like it belonged to something else entirely. + +Something inhuman. + +Something terrifying. + +He stood there, gasping for breath, barely able to process the infernal energy now coursing through him. + +The transformation was complete. + +The twelfth-layered infernal demon tattoo had finally manifested. + +And Max… was the first being in history to bear it without being ripped apart. + +He wasn't just different anymore. + +He was something new. + +Something dangerous. + +And Mark, standing nearby, just watched with eyes full of quiet satisfaction. + +Like the puppeteer who had finally completed his masterpiece. + +Clap! + +The sound echoed through the ruined hall like a mocking applause. + +"Good," Mark said, clapping slowly, his face twisted with something between delight and madness. "Good." + +His smile stretched unnaturally, eyes gleaming with eerie satisfaction. + +"Now that… that is the true form of a twelve-layer infernal demon tattoo." + +Max's face was stone. + +Cold. Focused. But dark. + +He didn't answer. + +Because something inside him had shifted—something he didn't fully understand. + +There was a strange energy coursing through his body now. It wasn't soul force. It wasn't mana. It wasn't even vital essence. + +It was… infernal. + +Thick. Heavy. Unnatural. + +It pulsed through his veins like fire made flesh. + +He lifted his hand, palm facing forward. + +Crack! + +Purple lightning erupted from his fingertips, flashing through the air with blinding speed. Space distorted where it struck, warping violently until it twisted into a shape—a circle. A spinning circle. No, a wheel. + +A violently rotating wheel formed entirely from condensed lightning. Purple arcs crackled outward with each rotation, splitting the air with force and fury. + +But Max wasn't done yet. + +Behind him—one after another—three glowing rings of purple lightning ignited in the air, circling around his back like halos of raw power. + +Third Gear. + +This increased the power of the purple lightning even more. The wheel spun faster—more erratic. The ground trembled beneath their feet. The air grew heavy with electricity. Even the shattered walls of the ancient hall seemed to pulse with tension. + +Still, Max pushed further. + +Deep red mist seeped from the infernal demon tattoo wrapped around his right arm—corrupt, angry, alive—and flowed into the spinning wheel, merging with the lightning. + +The result was monstrous. + +A wheel bathed in purple lightning and blood-red infernal energy—rotating with the power to tear through realms. + +The Evil Wheel of Samsara. + +Max's voice was a growl. "Take this!" + +And with all his strength, he hurled the wheel directly at Mark. + +The wheel tore across the hall, shrieking through space like a divine executioner. Its power distorted reality, its pressure alone forcing even the paralyzed leaders to gasp in fear. + +But Mark? + +He didn't flinch. + +Didn't dodge. + +Didn't move. + +He simply shook his head in mild disappointment. + +"I gave you so much power," he muttered, almost sighing, "and you're using it… against me?" + +The wheel touched his chest. + +And shattered. + +No explosion. No recoil. + +It broke apart the moment it touched him—splintering into harmless fragments of lightning and red mist before fading into the air like smoke. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-349.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-349.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3710580 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-349.md @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 349: My Soul is sealed here" +slug: "ch-349" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 349 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1009 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's eyes widened. + +His heart dropped. + +His most powerful attack—his trump card—couldn't even leave a scratch. + +Mark looked at him, face still calm, still smiling. + +"Why the long face?" he asked. "Let me guess… I forgot to mention?" + +He stepped forward slightly, his voice rising. + +"You're standing in the presence of a god." + +He let the word hang in the air. + +"The God." + +A hush fell over the hall. + +The word hit harder than any spell. + +Yes, they'd all heard the legends—of how power could grow beyond mortal bounds. Of Mythic ranks, and perhaps even the Divine. But to declare oneself as "the God"? + +That was blasphemy. + +Insanity. + +Arrogance beyond comprehension. + +And yet—none of them could deny what they had seen. + +His strength. His invulnerability. His command over the infernal. + +He was something beyond them. + +"And now you don't believe me," Mark said with a light chuckle, shrugging. "Typical." + +He turned back to Max, that same twisted grin spreading across his face again. + +"Well then… let's get back to business, shall we?" + +He gestured casually toward the altar, where the crimson sword still stood buried in stone, surrounded by the flickering remnants of the shattered hall. + +"Max," he said, voice cold now, sharp. "Now that I've given you everything you wanted—power, legacy, destiny…" + +He pointed at the sword. + +"Go. Take it. Pull it out of that altar." + +Then his smile faded—just a little. + +"Or I'll kill your sweet little girlfriend." + +His eyes gleamed. + +"Alice, right?" + +Max's blood froze. + +His head snapped to the side—his gaze finding Alice, who stood paralyzed behind the protective barrier, her eyes wide with horror. + +No. + +The world around Max faded into silence. + +Rage erupted inside him like a tidal wave. + +Killing intent—cold, suffocating, absolute—poured from his body like a fog. The very ground beneath his feet began to crack and melt. + +His pupils narrowed. + +His jaw clenched. + +"Why don't you do it yourself?" Max said, his voice sharp, eyes locked onto Mark. "You're the god here, aren't you? You just said it yourself—you can do anything." + +Mark let out a quiet sigh, almost as if Max's question had been expected. + +"True," he admitted, nodding slowly. "I am the god here. In this place, in this world… there's nothing I can't control." + +He raised a single finger and pointed toward the altar—toward the crimson sword buried in stone. + +"But," he continued, "there's always an exception." + +His voice dropped slightly. + +"That sword… it's not just stuck in an altar. It's sealing a part of my soul. A fragment—cut off, locked away, buried beneath that stone." + +He paused, then looked Max straight in the eyes. + +"And because it's my soul—my own essence—I can't go anywhere near it. The seal repels me. If I get close, it rejects me." + +The room fell into stunned silence. + +Max's eyes widened. His thoughts froze. + +The others—the leaders who still watched, battered, frozen, helpless—stared at Mark, barely breathing. + +They'd all assumed the same thing: that some great evil, some ancient being, was sealed beneath the altar. That Mark was here to unleash something. + +But this? This was worse. + +The soul sealed beneath the sword… belonged to Mark himself. + +He was trying to free himself. + +Max's chest tightened. + +He's already this strong. And that's with part of his soul missing? + +What would happen if he got that part back? + +What kind of power would he wield then? + +Would anything be able to stop him? + +"Why do you all look so surprised?" Mark asked suddenly, his voice laced with sarcasm as he looked around. "What—did you really think I went through all this trouble just to free someone else's soul?" + +He gave a small, amused laugh and shook his head. + +"You idiots." + +"You couldn't begin to imagine how long I've waited for this moment. Millennials. Maybe longer. Watching. Preparing. Waiting to awaken the another half of what's mine." + +His smile faded a little. His gaze turned distant. + +"Don't bother asking who sealed me here, or how it's even possible," he added with a bitter edge. "Yes, I'm a god. Yes, it shouldn't be possible." + +He looked down for a moment. His voice dropped. + +"But it happened. And it's… personal." + +Then he looked back up, eyes cold again. + +"And if any of you ask that question again, I might have to kill you all just to make a point." + +The silence that followed was thick with dread. + +And then—Mark turned back to Max. + +"Now," he said, smiling again, tone light, almost cheerful. "Go on. Pull the sword out. Do your part." + +Max's brow furrowed. + +"You really expect me to believe," he said slowly, "that whoever sealed you in there didn't make absolutely sure no one could just… walk in and pull the sword out?" + +He narrowed his eyes, gaze sharp. + +"I mean, what if someone just stumbled in here by accident? What if they got curious, touched the sword, and freed you by mistake?" + +He tilted his head slightly. + +"Wouldn't that be a little too easy?" + +Mark didn't reply right away. + +But his smile deepened. + +Not in amusement. + +In something else entirely. + +Something darker. + +"The one who sealed me here…" Mark began, his voice dropping lower, heavier. "I didn't just let him walk away." + +He exhaled slowly, almost tiredly. + +"I hurt him. Badly. Crippled him, actually. That's the only reason he fled before reinforcing the seal." + +Mark pointed toward the altar. + +"But don't misunderstand—just because he left before completing the process doesn't mean anyone can just stroll in and pull out the sword." + +He gestured toward the glowing forcefield surrounding the altar—the swirling, pulsing wall of dense red energy that shimmered like a living flame. + +"Do you see that?" he asked, his tone sharp now. "The altar is overflowing with infernal energy. It's protected by a forcefield made from pure condensed infernal essence. If any being—even the strongest one alive—were to step into that barrier, they wouldn't survive." + +He paused for emphasis. + +"They would vaporize," he said bluntly. "Erased. Turned into mist. Their body, soul, and energy would be absorbed into the forcefield itself. Gone." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-35.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-35.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2fa57e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-35.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 35: Die" +slug: "ch-35" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 35 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1144 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Runestone..." Alice's expression turned hopeless. She understood what power was pinning them against the wall. 'If I could only reach my runestone, but it probably won't be much use since mine is just a normal runestone. However, there must be a way we can survive,' she thought, frowning and refusing to give up. + +"Hehe, I expected this mission to be difficult, but who would have thought it would be so easy?" said a man with a round belly. He looked at the three of them and smirked. "By the way, since you're about to die, you should know the person killing you. I'm Billy Bouncer, and the squad is named after me." He chuckled and drew a sword. + +"Hahaha." + +The other four laughed sinisterly. + +Excluding the red-haired man, there was a woman with blonde hair holding a staff, a man wearing assassin's clothes, and another man with a bow and arrows slung over his back. + +"Now, who should I start with?" Billy looked at each of them before his eyes focused on Max. "I truly pity you for getting dragged into this, but I guess it'll make things more interesting if I start with you." + +Max smirked, his eyes scanning the five individuals. "You can try if you want." + +"Just leave him!" Alice shouted, looking at Billy. Her voice was almost pleading. "He has nothing to do with me. Just let him go." + +Morel and Billy exchanged a glance and laughed. + +"Sadly, we can't do that," Morel said with a sneer, pointing at the corpses around them. "Do you think we killed all these people just to bait you? No, we can't let anyone who knows what we've done here live. So, whether this kid is related to you or not, he's bound to die now that he's here." + +"Hahaha, good. Now, shall I start?" Billy's expression became inhuman as he moved closer to Max. + +"No! Let him go!" Alice shouted desperately as she turned her head to the left intending to use something she was forbidden to. + +However, as she face Max she suddenly stopped. + +For some reason, she didn't see the panic and horror she expected from Max. Instead, he seemed oddly excited about something. + +Billy also noticed the slight smile on Max's face, and it sent a chill down his spine. "Why are you laughing, kid?" he asked. + +"Why?" Max sneered, looking at Billy and the other four members of the Bouncer squad. He smiled. "Let me show you a surprise." + +Max tried to move his hands using the power of two Draconic Essences, but they only trembled and shook. + +He smiled and used the power of five Draconic Essences and tried again. + +Bang! + +With a bang, he successfully lifted his right hand, then his left hand. + +"How? How did you do that?" Billy exclaimed, seeing Max free his hands. + +Even Alice was shocked by the scene. + +"This is just the beginning," Max chuckled darkly as he used the power of seven Draconic Essences. Wild, raging strength surged through his veins as he tapped into the seven Draconic Essences. + +Bang! + +With such strength coursing through his body, Max lunged forward and landed on the ground with a loud thud. The force still pressed on him, but with his physical strength alone, he resisted it. + +"How did he...?" Alice muttered, her voice shaking with disbelief, her mouth hanging wide open. She knew how strong the force pinning them against the wall was, as she couldn't resist it herself. So, she couldn't understand how Max was doing it. + +"This kid..." Billy frowned, his expression darkening. He turned to Morel. "Use full power and pin him again. I'll finish him off quickly." + +Morel nodded and took out the runestone again. + +"Got you," Max smiled, firing a magic bullet directly at the runestone. + +A blue beam of light shot from his finger so fast that no one had time to react. It struck the runestone in Morel's hand, sending it flying away. + +Bang! + +"Agggh!" Morel grimaced in pain as something struck his hand hard, only to find the runestone was gone. + +"Runestone! Where did it go?" Morel shouted, anxiously scanning the area. + +Billy was also shocked. He had only seen a blue beam of light before hearing Morel's scream and seeing the runestone vanish from his hand. + +Thinking back to the kid who had miraculously resisted the force of the runestone, Billy turned towards Max. + +"You did this, right?" he shouted mockingly. "You're one shrewd kid, but don't think that just because we don't have the runestone, you'll be freed from the force pinning you all. Once a runestone is activated, it won't stop until all the power in it is drained." + +He added sinisterly, "And even if you could somehow resist the force, you could barely move. Do you really think you can do anything to us with your measly strength at level 5?" He mocked Max nonstop as he closed in on him with his sword. + +"Just die, kid!" Billy swung his sword down. + +Clang! + +However, he didn't hear the blood-curdling sound he expected, only a loud clang. + +It was then he saw Max stood with his sword in one hand, blocking his sword effortlessly. + +"How did you...?" Billy froze. He was sure he had used his full strength in that swing, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the kid's sword. + +"You're right," Max said, looking at Billy. "I could barely move, but do I need to move to take care of you all?" He sneered as his sword began to glow with a light blue light, sending Billy flying backward. + +"Damn this kid." Billy grimaced in pain and turned to the others. "Forget about him and kill the other two." + +The others nodded and sprang into action. + +Max did too. + +Blue glowing lights, each the size of a fingertip, began to emerge from Max's body one after another. They appeared from his hands, his feet, his back—every part of him seemed to radiate this strange luminescence. + +One, two, three, four... The glowing orbs multiplied rapidly, their numbers growing so vast that they engulfed the entire scene. No matter whether it was the assassin or the archer making their move, they all seemed to stop when they saw the lights surrounding them. + +"What is this?" Morel frowned, seeing the blue dots of light floating around them. + +"These are...?" Alice and Amy looked at each other, confused, having no idea what these glowing dots of light were. + +Billy frowned, looking around at the blue dots of light surrounding them, then turned back to Max with a sneer. "What is this? Some sort of circus trick?" + +Max smiled calmly. "Kind of... Do you want to taste it?" + +Billy stared at Max for a moment before laughing. "I get it. You're stalling for time, right? Hoping someone will come and save you?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-350.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-350.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a1498e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-350.md @@ -0,0 +1,232 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 350: Evil Sword" +slug: "ch-350" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 350 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Mark sighed deeply, as if burdened by a weight no one else could carry. + +"It's my fault," he admitted, lowering his gaze. "From the moment my soul was sealed, it started releasing infernal energy. Unconsciously. Constantly. It's never stopped—not for a single moment." + +He clutched his head suddenly, grimacing. "It's still happening. Right now, as we speak, my soul is leaking infernal energy into the world." + +Mark looked back at the altar. + +"And over the centuries… that energy built up. It formed that forcefield. It's the densest concentration of infernal energy in the entire Mourning Depths." + +He looked around at the silent crowd, voice grim. + +"Anyone who tries to step inside that field—poof. Gone. Just like that." + +Then his eyes settled on Max. + +"That's when I had an idea," Mark said slowly, a flicker of pride returning to his tone. "The Infernal Demon Tattoo. I created the concept. Designed it from scratch. Layer after layer. Painstakingly. All with one goal—to eventually reach the twelve-layered state. Because only that… only a body enhanced with twelve layers of infernal demon energy could survive stepping through that forcefield." + +He looked at the others—those who had once followed him, trusted him, feared him. Then he shook his head with mock pity. + +"I know what you're thinking. It was a ridiculous amount of effort. Centuries of preparation. Endless failure. Waiting forever for the right candidate to finally be born." + +He smirked. + +"But don't feel sorry for me, alright?" + +His voice turned almost casual. + +"Because my soul is about to be free." + +And then, with a slow snap of his fingers, he added: + +"And once that happens… everyone gets to go home. Just like that." + +He smiled. + +But there was something behind that smile—something cold, something ancient, something hungry. + +And Max knew, deep down, that if that soul was ever freed… + +No one was going anywhere. + +"You all still don't believe me?" Mark's voice cracked the silence. His shoulders slumped, the weight of divine arrogance crumbling into mock disappointment. "I'm a god, for fuck's sake. What do I even want with mortals? With ants?" + +But the hall remained silent. + +No one responded. + +Not a single soul moved. + +The fear in their eyes said it all. + +No one trusted him. Not anymore. + +Mark shook his head slowly, as if pitying their ignorance, then turned his gaze back to Max. + +"Go ahead," he said. "Pull out the sword. Everything's ready." + +Max took a deep breath. + +His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. + +And then, just as doubt flickered across his face, a familiar voice echoed softly in his mind. + +"Go ahead and do it." + +It was Blob. Calm, steady. + +"Whatever happens, we'll face it together." + +Max closed his eyes. + +For a moment—just one—he stood still, his breathing slow, heavy. + +Then he opened them. + +His expression was steel. + +"Alright," he said quietly, then turned to Mark. "I'll do it." + +His voice sharpened like a blade. + +"But if you so much as touch Alice… god or not, I'll find a way to kill you." + +Mark grinned, amused. + +"Oh, I'm trembling," he said mockingly, pressing a hand to his chest in faux fear. "Now go ahead before I get bored and do exactly what you warned me not to." + +Max shot him a glare but said nothing. + +He turned back toward the altar. + +And began walking. + +The hall fell silent. + +Every breath caught. Every eye locked on him. + +Max… was really going to pull out the sword. + +Step by step, he moved toward the altar, his figure passing through the flickering remnants of golden flames, cracked stone, and scorched floor. + +And then—he stopped. + +Right in front of it. + +The sword stood embedded in the altar, glowing faintly in the middle of the swirling mist. Its blade was blood-red, as if forged from congealed infernal essence itself. Thick fog of energy circled it like a storm trapped in glass. + +Max lifted his right hand slowly. + +He reached toward the forcefield. + +And— + +His hand passed through it. + +No resistance. No pain. + +Just… smooth passage. + +Mark's eyes narrowed from behind. + +He was watching. Waiting. Expecting something—anything. + +But nothing happened. + +Seconds ticked by. + +Max's hand remained inside the barrier—untouched. + +Unharmed. + +Mark blinked in disbelief, then broke into a wide grin. + +"Well, look at that," he said, chuckling. "Max, whatever kind of physique you've got, it's perfectly compatible with infernal energy. No matter how concentrated." + +He shook his head, laughing softly in surprise. "Your affinity is even higher than mine. That's… honestly messed up." + +He added with a smirk, "It means you don't even need the twelve-layer infernal demon tattoo to walk into that forcefield. You'd be fine either way." + +Max's face darkened at the realization. He said nothing, jaw tight, but his fingers curled slightly. + +He took a step forward—and passed fully into the field. + +Nothing. + +Not even a scratch. + +On the contrary… the energy that swirled around him felt welcoming. Warm. Soothing. Like a blanket of fire that embraced, rather than burned. + +'Damn it…' Max cursed internally, feeling the power humming through the air. 'I could probably level up just by breathing this in.' + +Behind him, Mark let out a wild, unrestrained laugh. + +"HAHAHAHA! Go on, Max! Go ahead and pull it out! This is it!" + +Max ignored him. + +He moved up the altar's stairs, each step echoing like a war drum. + +He reached the top. + +Stood face-to-face with the sword. + +But the moment he drew close—something changed. + +Voices. + +Whispers. + +They slithered into his ears, quiet at first. Then louder. More violent. + +"I will kill you…" + +"Die!" + +"Murder! Slaughter!" + +A pressure settled over his mind. Cold. Heavy. Violent. + +An overwhelming urge suddenly gripped him. + +To kill. + +To burn. + +To destroy everything and everyone in sight. + +Max stumbled, clutching his head. + +His vision blurred. + +His thoughts twisted. + +The whispers turned into screams. + +"Kill!" + +"Kill!" + +"KILL!" + +KILL! + +The force of the rage slammed into him like a tidal wave. + +His chest heaved. Muscles tensed. His hand trembled at his side, fingers twitching with the desire to end something. + +It felt… good. + +The hunger to destroy clawed at the edges of his sanity. + +The world around him faded. + +And for one terrifying moment—Max felt himself slipping. + +Consumed by killing intent. + +Swallowed by darkness. + +And then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-351.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-351.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c50e05 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-351.md @@ -0,0 +1,244 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 351: A Snap!" +slug: "ch-351" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 351 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1100 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Only the sword stood before him. + +Waiting. + +Calling. + +The hesitation in Max's eyes flickered. + +And vanished. + +In its place came something else—eagerness. A raw, primal urge. Not born of logic. Not even of defiance. But something deeper. + +Need. + +He stepped forward without a word, his hands rising to grip the hilt of the crimson sword with both hands. + +The instant his fingers wrapped around it, a jolt shot through his entire body. + +But Max didn't flinch. + +Didn't let go. + +He was too far gone for pain to matter. + +Teeth gritted, muscles tight, he began to pull. + +Slowly. + +Agonizingly slow. + +The blade resisted him—like it didn't want to be removed. Like it was holding on to the altar with everything it had. + +'Damn… this thing is heavy!' Max cursed under his breath, sweat already forming on his brow. + +Without wasting another second, he summoned the full might of his physical strength. + +Fifty-eight Draconic Essences flared to life inside him. + +Power surged through his limbs—raw, unrestrained. His body expanded slightly under the pressure, his muscles tightening like coiled steel. + +With a sharp growl, he pulled once more. + +This time, the sword came loose in a single, brutal yank. + +And the moment it did— + +CRACK! + +The altar caved in beneath his feet, splitting apart like it had been holding back the end of the world. + +Max's eyes widened. Without thinking, he leapt back. + +He landed hard on the ruined hall's floor, skidding a few paces before regaining his balance. + +Behind him, the altar collapsed completely—disintegrating into nothing. In its place was a wide, bottomless pit, darkness stretching downward into the unknown. + +'Made it out... barely.' Max exhaled, his heart pounding. + +His arms dropped. + +The sword—still heavy with infernal energy—slipped from his grip.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +BANG! + +It slammed against the stone floor with a resounding crash, shattering the surface beneath it like glass under a hammer. + +And then—it hit them. + +A wave of pressure. + +Crushing. Suffocating. + +Not physical. Not elemental. + +Soul pressure. + +Something ancient. Something alive. + +Every leader in the hall froze as the weight of it bore down on them. + +Even Max—with his fortified yellow soul—felt it. A sharp tremor raced through him, as if his soul itself flinched from the presence that now emerged. + +And then they saw it. + +Rising from the pit where the altar once stood was a golden figure—shimmering, radiant, formless yet unmistakably powerful. + +It hovered there for only a moment before scattering into countless golden particles—light as dust, bright as stars. + +The fragments drifted across the hall, then surged straight toward Mark. + +And vanished into him. + +Absorbed completely. + +Mark's body lit up, bathed in a golden glow that pulsed from beneath his skin. + +He stood still, eyes closed, arms outstretched, a serene expression on his face—as if he were basking in sunlight he hadn't felt for a thousand years. + +"I've been waiting for this moment… for so long," he whispered. + +His voice trembled—not with fear, but satisfaction. + +Triumph. + +And just like that, the missing piece returned. + +His soul had finally come home. + +"Hehe… finally." + +Mark chuckled softly, his voice light—too light, considering the weight of what had just happened. + +He turned to face everyone in the hall, arms slightly raised, as if addressing an audience that had been watching a grand performance. + +At that very moment, a subtle shift rippled through the air. + +Everyone felt it. + +The crushing force that had pinned them to the ground… vanished. + +Their limbs were their own again. The suffocating weight over their bodies lifted like fog burned away by the sun. + +They could move. + +They were free. + +But the relief didn't last long. + +"YOU!" + +A furious roar exploded across the hall. + +Wind howled violently as Palace Master Hugh stormed forward, a raging tempest of power swirling around him. + +His eyes were bloodshot. His expression—maddened with grief. + +He stopped just inches from Mark, fists trembling. + +"Where is my son?!" he bellowed. "Where is Mark?!" + +Mark turned to him casually, as if he hadn't just been threatened by one of the strongest cultivators in the Lower Domain. + +He gave a nonchalant shrug. "He's inside." + +His smile sharpened. + +"Watching. Crying. Observing everything play out like a movie… but unfortunately for him, I'm the one holding the remote." + +Palace Master Hugh's chest heaved. + +"Return him to me! Now!" + +Mark exhaled as if bored, shaking his head. "Ahh… see, that's where it gets complicated." + +He raised a finger, pointing lazily at himself. + +"My true body was sealed by that man," he said. "And I've got no idea where it is now. No clue what state it's in, or if it even still exists. So I had to improvise. I needed a vessel to survive in." + +He gestured around his borrowed form. + +"And this Mark kid? His body's not bad. Quite attuned to mana. Not so much infernal energy, but that's manageable." + +He paused. + +Then snapped his fingers. + +Snap! + +A bright flash. + +Everyone flinched as Mark's body suddenly began to rot before their very eyes. + +His skin peeled and blackened. His face contorted—eyes hollow, lips shriveled. Across his arms and chest, flesh broke apart in patches, revealing bone beneath. + +It was grotesque. + +Horrifying. + +And then— + +Another snap. + +Just like that, his body returned to normal. Whole. Intact. As if nothing had happened. + +"I'm using my own healing powers," Mark explained, tone casual. "Constantly repairing the damage the infernal energy is doing to this… meat suit." + +"But eventually," he added, almost absently, "this body will become useless." + +Everyone drew in a breath of cold air. The truth hit like a punch to the gut. + +But none more than Palace Master Hugh. + +His eyes locked onto Mark—his real son—and his expression turned from rage to horror. + +"W-What happens to Mark," he asked quietly, voice trembling, "when you're done with the body? When you… leave?" + +Mark tilted his head. + +"He'll return," he said simply. "But not for long." + +He smiled again. + +"Without my powers, his body won't survive the remnants of infernal energy left behind. His organs will rupture. His soul will burn. He'll die in seconds." + +"YOU—" + +Palace Master Hugh staggered back a step, his face ashen. + +"Return him to me now!" he shouted, voice breaking. + +"Give me back my son!" + +His words cracked through the hall like thunder. + +Mark slowly turned his head, an expression of growing irritation spreading across his face. + +"Man," he muttered. "You're annoying." + +Then— + +Snap! + +There was no warning. + +No sound. + +No light. + +Palace Master Hugh's body simply crumbled. + +Into dust. + +He disintegrated in front of everyone—his robes, his flesh, his bones—turned to ash in an instant and scattered to the ground like sand in the wind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-352.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-352.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..455c2b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-352.md @@ -0,0 +1,314 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 352: All thoughts to the devil" +slug: "ch-352" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 352 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Silence. + +Crushing, suffocating silence. + +Not a whisper. Not a breath. + +No one moved. + +No one could. + +Palace Master Hugh—one of the greatest experts in the Lower Domain, an Expert Rank powerhouse—was gone. + +Wiped away with a snap of the fingers. + +It wasn't just power they had witnessed. + +It was something beyond. + +Mind-boggling. Terrifying. Unreal. + +And Mark? + +He just dusted his hands, glanced around the room, and smiled. + +Like it was nothing. + +Mark's head tilted slightly as his gaze shifted toward the entrance of the shattered hall. + +"You've been hiding long enough," he said calmly, voice echoing like a whisper carried by wind. "You can come out now." + +The moment the words left his lips, footsteps echoed in the ruined silence. + +A middle-aged man stepped into view—dark red hair swept back, his robes pristine despite the chaos around him. He walked with confidence, unhurried. + +It was none other than Envoy Lucas. + +Max's eyes narrowed instantly, his expression turning pitch-black. + +Him. + +Lucas offered a faint, mocking smile as he entered the center of the hall. "I have a suggestion," he said casually, as though he hadn't just betrayed everything and everyone. + +Mark arched a brow, intrigued. "Oh? And what kind of suggestion are we talking about?" + +Lucas's smile deepened. It was twisted. Sinister. + +"You mentioned earlier that the body you're using—the 'meat suit'—is slowly dying from the inside due to your infernal energy." + +Mark nodded lightly. "I did. So?" + +Lucas turned his head, slowly, deliberately—eyes settling on Max. Then back to Mark. + +"You need a vessel," he said. "A body attuned to both mana and infernal energy." + +He let the silence sit for a second longer before adding— + +"Isn't there someone in this very hall who possesses just that kind of body?" + +The words dropped like poison into still water. + +Every person present froze. + +They weren't fools. They understood exactly what Lucas was implying. + +But no one had expected him to say it out loud. + +Not this. + +"Lucas! What the hell are you saying?!" King Magnar thundered, appearing beside Max like a flash of lightning, his voice shaking the already broken walls. + +"Have you lost your damn mind?!" + +But Lucas only sneered. + +"Humph. If I can't get my hands on the secrets inside Max's body… then no one will." + +Max's fists trembled. + +The shame. The rage. The helplessness. + +He wanted to kill Lucas right there. Right now. Rip him apart with his bare hands. + +But he couldn't. + +He was too weak. + +An Expert Rank? Max wasn't even close. Right now, he was nothing but an ant. A bystander in his own tragedy. + +And then— + +A voice. + +'Come... pick me up. I shall give you the power to kill.' + +It whispered in his mind. Cold, ancient, and hungry. + +Max's eyes widened slightly, trying to trace its source, but before he could— + +"Kid?" Blob's voice broke in, sharp and concerned. "What's happening to you? Your soul… it's fluctuating hard. Really hard." + +Max blinked. + +"I—I don't know," he said aloud in his mind. "Everything feels fine…" + +"Hmm," Blob muttered. "Maybe it's just all this tension. But don't worry. If he tries to enter your body, I'll fight him from the inside. I'll do what I can." + +Max nodded faintly. + +But his gaze had already drifted. + +To the sword lying on the ground. + +That blood-red blade. + +Still. + +Waiting. + +'Come... pick me up. I shall give you the power to kill.' + +The voice again. + +He grit his teeth. There was greed in his eyes—restrained, but there. A need. A thirst. + +--- + +"You want me to take over Max?" Mark mused aloud, eyes narrowing at the Max. "Now that's… not a bad idea." + +Then he turned, gaze flicking to Lucas, a sneer spreading across his face. + +"But you don't think I already thought of that, do you?" + +Lucas lowered his head, the confidence from earlier draining fast. He said nothing. + +Mark chuckled, amused, before turning back to Max. + +"What do you say, Max? Ready to hand over that body of yours?" + +Max didn't hesitate. + +"No." + +Mark's smile didn't fade. + +"What if I insist?" + +Max's voice turned ice cold. "Still no." + +Mark's grin widened as he raised his fingers. + +Snap! + +For an instant, Max thought it was over. + +Like Palace Master Hugh—turned to dust in an instant—he thought he was next. + +But instead— + +Alice appeared in front of him. + +Eyes wide. Confused. Afraid. + +"If you don't give me your body," Mark said cheerfully, "I'm going to kill her." + +Max's blood boiled. + +His fists clenched so tight that blood dripped between his fingers. + +But before he could move— + +Mark chuckled. + +"Nah, I'm just messing with you." He shook his head. "I'm not that much of a douche. I wouldn't kill a little girl over this." + +Max blinked, stunned by the sudden shift. + +"Or am I?" + +But then— + +Snap. + +Mark's fingers moved again. + +And Alice's body— + +disintegrated. + +Turned to dust. + +No sound. No scream. Just— + +Gone. + +The ashes floated slowly to the ground, like the last remnants of a burned photograph. + +Max's eyes widened. + +His breath caught in his throat. + +His lips parted, but no words came out. + +He just stared at the spot where she had stood—where she had smiled, cried, laughed— + +And now… + +She was dust. + +Falling. + +Like snow. + +Max couldn't believe his eyes. + +He stood frozen, his mind struggling to catch up with reality. + +One moment, Alice had been there—confused, alive, real. The next… nothing. Just a drifting cloud of dust where her body had once stood. + +Gone. + +Wiped away as though she'd never existed. + +His breath caught. His chest tightened. + +He couldn't process it. + +What just happened...? + +His knees weakened, but he didn't fall. His fists trembled, but he didn't lower them. His vision blurred, but not from tears—his eyes were dry, burning. + +His soul, however, screamed. + +And then—he turned. + +Slowly. + +Stiffly. + +His gaze locked onto Mark. + +The man… the thing responsible. + +Mark was smiling. Not with mockery. Not with cruelty. + +But with something worse. + +Gentleness. + +As if he hadn't just committed a horrifying act, as if he had done Max a favor. + +"You…" Max breathed. It was barely audible. More thought than sound. + +But his rage was building. Uncontainable. + +"YOU…" + +His voice cracked into a growl. + +And that's when it happened. + +Something inside him snapped. + +Like a sealed gate flung wide open, or a chain shattered from within. + +Suddenly— + +BOOM. + +A wave of energy burst from Max's body. + +Dark. Thick. Suffocating. + +Black infernal energy. + +It poured from him in violent streams, rising like smoke from a wildfire. It coiled and churned, twisting through the air like a living shadow. + +The entire hall trembled. + +Cracks split the floor beneath his feet. The walls groaned under the pressure of the energy swirling around him. + +It wasn't just leaking out—it was erupting. + +As if a tide that had long been dammed had finally broken free, and now the flood was unstoppable. + +The black energy wrapped around him like a storm given form, rising high above his head and sinking deep into the floor like roots anchoring a dark god. + +Mark's smile faded. + +Just slightly. + +His eyes narrowed, curiosity flickering within. + +Max's body trembled, but not with fear. His rage had become something else now—alive. + +His pupils dilated. His veins darkened beneath his skin. Infernal tattoos shimmered across his right arm, crawling upward, branching across his neck and face, pulsing in sync with his fury. + +There were no words in his mouth now. + +Only intent. + +Kill. + +And then the sword on the ground reacted. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-353.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-353.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ab7b4d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-353.md @@ -0,0 +1,286 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 353: Fury of the Abyss Dragon" +slug: "ch-353" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 353 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +'Kill!' + +The word wasn't a thought anymore. + +It was a command. + +A need. + +A law etched into Max's bones. + +His body shook—not from fear, but from sheer rage. + +The kind of rage that blurred vision. That shattered reason. That screamed for violence and blood. + +And then— + +The sword beside him moved. + +The red sword. + +It trembled faintly against the stone floor, as if waking from slumber. The ground beneath it cracked, unable to contain the raw energy pulsing through the weapon. + +Then it rose. + +Slowly. + +Gracefully. + +Until it hovered before Max—pointed directly at him, humming with bloodlust. Like a predator sensing its equal. + +It wanted him. + +And Max? + +He didn't hesitate. + +Not for a single breath. + +His hand lashed out, gripping the hilt tightly. + +The moment his fingers closed around it, the sword came alive. + +WAAANNG! + +A violent, blood-red beam of light erupted from its edge, splitting the air with a screeching howl. Max didn't wait. + +He swung. + +Hard. + +The red beam flew straight for Mark like a blade of fury, cutting through space itself. + +But Mark didn't move. + +Didn't flinch. + +The beam struck him— + +And fizzled. + +Gone. + +No damage. + +No effect. + +Max's face twisted with pure rage. + +Mark just smiled calmly, shaking his head like a teacher addressing a frustrated student. + +"Ah. I forgot to mention something about that sword, didn't I?" + +He gestured lazily toward the weapon in Max's hands. + +"That blade you're holding is called the Abyss Dragon Sword…" + +Max didn't listen. + +He lunged forward with a roar. + +His face contorted—rage leaking from every pore. His body blurred as he charged, dragging the sword through the air behind him, a trail of black and red energy spiraling in his wake. + +CRACK! + +He slashed again. + +With everything he had. + +And again—nothing. + +The sword connected with Mark's body, but it was like striking an illusion. No wound. No reaction. + +Mark didn't even blink. + +"As I was saying," Mark continued, calm and collected, "that sword is older than our world. Ancient. Forgotten by time. Tainted by centuries of violence." + +His tone was conversational, as if he weren't being attacked mid-sentence. + +"It's fed on blood since the dawn of creation. So much so that the blade itself turned red. Once upon a time, it belonged to me. But even I lost control of it." + +He glanced at the blade again, eyes gleaming faintly. + +"It started devouring my infernal energy… and then it started asking for more. Wanting more. That sword isn't just a weapon—it's a beast. A mind. A will." + +He looked back at Max, amused. + +"No one's ever been able to fully tame it. Not me. Not the bastard who sealed me." + +His voice dropped, almost fondly. + +"All it's ever wanted… is blood. And more blood. And more." + +Max stood there, panting hard, his chest rising and falling in fury. + +The sword in his hands pulsed with heat, as if excited by his anger. It wanted to kill. It thrived on this rage. + +Mark's gaze sharpened, and his smile widened into something colder. + +"Now, Max," he said softly. "I know I killed Alice. Tragic, really. But let's be honest—you were asking for it." + +Max's eyes flared. + +"Refusing a god?" Mark shrugged, as if it were common sense. "Well. That kind of defiance comes with consequences." + +The words hit Max like fuel to a fire. + +His blood boiled. + +His fingers clenched around the sword's hilt so tightly that blood began to drip from his palm. + +His breath came out ragged, animalistic. + +His aura grew darker. + +Deeper. + +Unstable. + +And in his eyes—no fear. No hesitation. + +Only one thing remained. + +Murder. + +And then— + +Another transformation. + +It happened in a heartbeat. + +Black infernal energy surged out of Max like a violent flood. It wrapped around his left arm, spiraling like writhing serpents before sinking into his skin. The infernal demon tattoo, already monstrous on his right arm, now began to spread across his left—from the palm, crawling up the forearm, over the elbow, and up to the shoulder. + +But it didn't stop. + +The markings kept slithering, igniting the left side of his face in burning crimson lines. The veins beneath his skin darkened, and his left eye glowed a menacing red, as if possessed by a different entity entirely. + +The transformation was complete. + +His body radiated a terrifying aura—chaotic, unstable, barely contained. It didn't feel human anymore. + +It felt like something that belonged in the depths of hell. + +Max's lips curled. + +His expression was twisted in pure, raw hatred. + +"DIE!!" he roared. + +With a growl of fury, he swung the sword once more. + +A massive arc of dark red light exploded from the blade, screaming through the air and striking Mark dead-on. + +And again— + +Nothing. + +The energy fizzled against Mark's skin like water on stone. + +But Mark only smiled wider. + +"Wonderful…" he said, eyes gleaming with fascination, not fear. "My infernal demon tattoo is reacting to yours—your rage, your hatred… and the sheer volume of infernal energy coursing through your body. It's evolving." + +He nodded thoughtfully, as if observing a rare experiment unfold before his eyes. + +"Yes, yes… This is it. You've passed beyond the limits of the twelve-layered infernal demon tattoo." + +Another beam of red light came hurtling toward him—another violent, desperate slash from Max. + +THOOM! + +The energy struck—but again, didn't even leave a scratch. + +Mark chuckled, brushing nonexistent dust from his robes. + +"I'll call it…" He paused, smirking. "The Complete Infernal Demon Tattoo. A form unique to you, Max. It's… beautiful." + +But Max wasn't listening. + +He couldn't hear him. + +Not anymore. + +His mind was gone—swallowed whole by fury. + +By pain. + +By loss. + +He couldn't see anything but red. Couldn't feel anything but the fire in his chest demanding vengeance. + +His grip tightened. + +His arms moved on instinct. + +"DIE!!" he screamed again, voice cracking with rage. + +He slashed. + +And slashed. + +And slashed again. + +Over and over—nonstop. + +"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!!!" + +Each strike was more desperate than the last, each swing more violent, more frenzied. The blade screamed through the air in red arcs, painting streaks of destruction across the hall. The ground split. Walls cracked. The force of the attacks shattered stone and shook the very foundation beneath them. + +But Mark? + +Mark just stood there. + +Unmoving. + +Untouched. + +Grinning. + +All of Max's attacks—every slash, every beam, every eruption of rage—landed directly on Mark. + +And yet… + +They turned to nothing. + +The moment they touched his body, they disintegrated into particles of red light, fading like mist under the morning sun. + +Not a scratch. + +Not a crack. + +Not even a wrinkle on his robe. + +Mark didn't block. + +He didn't dodge. + +He simply stood there. + +As if Max's furious strikes were no more than gentle breezes brushing against a mountain. + +The Abyss Dragon Sword, alive with hatred and soaked in infernal energy, screamed with every swing. Its crimson aura tore through the air, hungry for blood, desperate to kill. + +But no matter how hard Max swung it—no matter how much power surged through his body—it made no difference. + +Mark remained untouched. + +Unharmed. + +Untouchable. + +The floor beneath him cracked. The walls behind him shattered. The very air split from the sheer force of Max's rage. + +But he—the one at the center of it all—remained completely still. Completely whole. + +Almost… bored. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-354.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-354.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb09e41 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-354.md @@ -0,0 +1,226 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 354: Over" +slug: "ch-354" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 354 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1299 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's face twisted further, veins bulging, muscles straining. His teeth were clenched so tightly they threatened to shatter. + +This isn't possible. + +He could feel the power in his body. The overwhelming infernal energy. The sword burning in his grip like a second heart. His body was transformed—tattoos crawling across both arms, his face half-marked by seething lines of power. + +And still… it meant nothing. + +Every scream of "DIE!" was met with silence. + +Every devastating blow was met with stillness. + +And Mark—his smile never wavered. If anything, it grew. + +Like he was enjoying it. + +Like he was watching a child throw stones at a storm. + +"NO!" Max growled seeing that his rage increasing even further. + +As he descended further into his fury, the sword itself began to vibrate violently—feeding on his madness, growing more alive with every cry. + +The markings across Max's body pulsed like a second heartbeat, glowing hotter, darker, redder. + +He wasn't fighting anymore. + +He was rampaging. + +"I want more… I want more power… I want more strength…" + +Max muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse, trembling—not from fear, but from desperation. His grip on the blood-red sword tightened until his knuckles turned white. His eyes burned with fury, madness, and a savage craving. + +He wasn't speaking to himself anymore. + +He was speaking to the sword. + +And the sword… answered. + +'Then you shall have it.' + +The words weren't spoken aloud, but they echoed in his mind—low, ancient, and hungry. + +Before Max could even react, the sword began to tremble violently in his hands. And then— + +BOOM! + +A blinding pillar of light erupted from his body, shooting straight into the sky like a beacon of raw power. The entire hall was bathed in crimson and black hues, the walls groaning under the pressure of the energy radiating from him. + +At the center stood Max, cloaked in light, consumed by it. + +The energy wasn't just powerful—it was suffocating. Even some of the strongest leaders stumbled back, instincts screaming that what they were witnessing was something far beyond their comprehension. + +Mark's smile faded slightly. His gaze sharpened. + +"Oh boy," he muttered, voice low. "Now you've done it." + +His expression turned solemn, even cautious. + +And then— + +Snap! + +With a casual flick of his fingers, the entire storm of light vanished. + +So did Max. + +So did the sword. + +One moment they were there. The next, gone. + +Mark lowered his hand and exhaled. "Done," he said simply, looking around. "You can all go home now." + +He raised his hand again, ready to snap his fingers and be rid of the rest of them. + +But before he could— + +"WAIT! WAIT!" + +A voice rang out in panic. It was Envoy Lucas. + +Mark turned, mildly annoyed. "What is it now?" + +Lucas stepped forward quickly. "Where's Max? Did you kill him?" + +Mark raised a brow. "No. I didn't." + +He casually pointed toward the pit, now quiet and still. + +"I sent him down there." + +Lucas stared at the dark void, confused and wary. + +"That kid was losing control," Mark continued. "His rage. The infernal energy. It was pushing him past the edge. I only wanted to see how far he'd go—how his body would react to the pressure of infernal energy under emotional stress. After all, infernal energy feeds on strong emotions." + +He gave a small shrug. + +"And I'd say it was a success. The brat achieved something even I never thought would be possible with that tattoo—he unlocked a Complete Infernal Demon Tattoo. Remarkable, really." + +But then his tone turned grim. + +"Still… giving himself over to the sword like that? Letting it take the reins? That wasn't part of the plan." + +He looked back toward the pit, eyes narrowing. + +"So I put him down there. Let him stew. Let the sword whisper all it wants. Who knows… I may still need him someday. That place will do him more good than anything else right now." + +He turned back to the room. + +"Anyway… you all can disappear now." + +Snap! + +And just like that, the hall was empty. + +The leaders. The young prodigies. All of them vanished—not turned to dust, not killed. Simply transported away as if they were never there. + +The moment silence reclaimed the space— + +New figures appeared. + +Dozens of them, clad in black and crimson, faces concealed behind masks or hoods. Their presence was dark. Disciplined. + +And leading them… + +Cain. + +The towering man stepped forward, his aura calm but powerful, his expression reverent. + +He dropped to one knee before Mark without hesitation—and the others followed, kneeling in unison, heads bowed. + +"Master," Cain said, smiling faintly, "it seems you've successfully unsealed another part of your soul." + +Mark didn't reply at first. + +He just smiled. + +"Oh, Cain…" Mark let out a slow, weary sigh, his expression momentarily softening with a trace of frustration. "This soul took so long to recover…" + +He gazed at his own hand as if still adjusting to the feeling of being whole—or at least closer to it. + +He shook his head slightly, then looked to Cain. "Have you figured out where the other two fragments are? The one in the Lost Continent, and the other in the Four God Nation?" + +Cain, still kneeling, lifted his head slightly. "Yes, Master. I've been tracking them for some time now." + +He stood slowly, arms crossed behind his back. + +"In the Lost Continent," he began, "your soul is sealed somewhere inside the Tower of Truth. I haven't narrowed down the exact floor yet—it's well-protected—but I can sense it. Faint, buried deep… but it's there." + +Mark's jaw tightened. His fingers twitched. + +"That bastard sealed it in the Tower of Truth?" he muttered, massaging his temple with a groan. "Of all the damn places… he had to pick that cursed tower." + +Cain nodded solemnly. "I imagine it wasn't a random decision. The tower has its own laws. Anyone trying to retrieve something from its depths must either pass the trials or be torn apart by truth itself." + +Mark's expression darkened. "Hmph. Trials or not, I'll rip it down if I have to." + +Cain continued, "As for the second fragment—within the Four God Nation…" + +He paused. + +"It's… complicated." + +Mark raised a brow, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Complicated how?" + +Cain hesitated for the first time. "The seal is tied to an ancient formation hidden within the Celestial Beast Temple—one of the ruined nation—a place that hasn't been opened in over two thousand years. The seal isn't just protective… it's living. Adapting. And it seems to react to anyone carrying infernal energy." + +Mark closed his eyes and exhaled again, this time slower, more controlled. + +"Of course it is…" he muttered bitterly. "One step ahead, even now…" + +There was a long pause. + +Then Mark opened his eyes. + +Sharp. Focused. Dangerous. + +"Well, no matter," he said. "We'll take it one step at a time." + +His lips curled into a thin smile. + +"First the Tower of Truth. Then the Celestial Beast Temple. And once I have all my soul fragments—" + +He didn't finish the sentence. + +He didn't need to. + +The storm building behind his eyes said everything. + +--- + +Meanwhile… + +Aboveground. + +In the sacred hall of the Divine Palace, golden pillars glowing softly under the light of the afternoon sun— + +A flash of light appeared. + +And in an instant, everyone—the leaders, the young geniuses—stood there, dazed and confused. + +One moment they were trapped in the depths of the Mourning Depths. The next… they were back. + +Not a scratch. Not a sound. Just silence. + +"Alice!" + +A voice cried out in the distance, full of panic and love. + +Aurelia rushed forward, her flames igniting as her eyes landed on a lone figure standing across the hall. + +It was Alice—blinking, lost, looking around with wide, frightened eyes. + +She turned just in time to see her mother, and the moment their eyes met— + +They collided into a tight embrace. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-355.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-355.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..99da599 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-355.md @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 355: Three Months" +slug: "ch-355" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 355 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Aurelia wrapped her arms around her daughter, trembling, her voice breaking. "You're okay… you're okay…" + +Alice gripped her mother tightly. "I thought I died… I thought he…" + +"I know," Aurelia whispered, her voice trembling as she held Alice even tighter. Her fingers dug into her daughter's back as if to make sure she was truly there. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the relief washing over her like a crashing wave. + +Tears she had held back in the face of war and bloodshed now slipped down her cheeks in silence. + +She didn't try to stop them. + +She just held her daughter. + +On the side, Anton let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His shoulders slumped in visible relief as he watched the two embrace. + +One life, at least, had been spared. + +Across the hall, King Magnar scanned the gathered group of survivors, his eyes briefly settling on Alice. + +"Has everyone returned?" he asked, his voice calm but tight. + +There was a pause before Aelric stepped forward. + +"Father," he said quietly. "I think… Palace Master Hugh is gone." + +King Magnar closed his eyes, a grim line forming on his lips. He didn't ask for confirmation. He didn't need it. + +The man's absence said enough. + +"I see…" he murmured. A long silence followed before he opened his eyes again. + +"Very well," he said firmly. "Everyone, I want a detailed report. Everything that happened down there—no matter how small—I want to hear it. I'll remain here at the Divine Palace for the next few days." + +Just then, Envoy Lucas stepped away from the group, his expression unreadable. + +"I'll prepare the teleportation runes," he said curtly. "These geniuses will depart for the Lost Continent in three months." + +He turned slightly as his voice grew colder. "I hope you've all gathered enough Battle Coins. Without them, don't even bother boarding the ship." + +With that, Lucas vanished in a flash of light, leaving behind only a ripple of mana in the air. + +King Magnar watched him go but said nothing. He simply turned his gaze forward, thoughtful and unreadable. + +But not everyone in the hall was so silent. + +From one corner, a pair of burning eyes locked onto the spot where Lucas had stood. + +Aurelia. + +Her entire body radiated with restrained fury. If looks could kill, Lucas would've been reduced to ash on the spot. + +She didn't say a word, but her thoughts were clear. + +If it hadn't been for Lucas's manipulations—his whispering, his instigation—Alice never would've been involved in such danger. + +She'd nearly died. + +She wanted to lash out. To demand answers. To burn something. + +But Alice was alive. + +So for now… she stayed quiet. + +The Divine Palace fell into silence. + +The kind of silence that lingers after chaos. Heavy. Unsettling. + +Until a soft voice broke it. + +"…Mother," Alice said, her brows furrowing slightly, her voice laced with confusion. + +"Where's Max?" + +The question echoed in the vast chamber. + +She looked around, scanning the faces of the crowd. + +"I don't see him here…" + +--- + +Deep within the pit of the Mourning Depths, where light itself seemed to hesitate, a lone figure lay sprawled on the jagged black stone. + +Max. + +His body was battered. Bruised. But still clinging to consciousness. + +His arms were wrapped tightly around the Abyss Dragon Sword, the blood-red blade pressed against his chest like it was part of him—an extension of his rage, his grief, his madness. + +His eyes glowed. + +Not with energy. + +But with pure, unfiltered hatred. + +"I'll kill him…" he growled, voice low and trembling with fury. "I'll kill him… I'll kill him!" + +His words echoed in the emptiness, bouncing off the unseen walls of the pit like an oath shouted into the void. + +Max tried to stand, groaning as he pressed one hand against the ground and forced his knees to move. + +But it was like trying to stand at the bottom of an ocean. + +The infernal energy in the pit was overwhelming. + +It hung in the air like molten lead—heavy, thick, and alive. Every breath Max took felt like inhaling fire. Every motion was like pushing against the crushing weight of a thousand chains. + +The deeper he inhaled, the more it tried to drown him. + +He collapsed again with a grunt, barely able to hold the sword close. + +"Max!" + +A voice—sharp, familiar—rang out in his mind. + +Blob. + +"Snap out of it! Listen to me!" + +But Max didn't answer. + +His mind was buzzing. + +Not with thought, not with reason—but with a singular, consuming instinct. + +Kill. + +Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. + +It repeated like a broken chant, louder with every breath. + +The sword pulsed in his grip—responding. Feeding off his fury. Fueling it. The lines between Max and the blade were blurring. + +"Damn it…" Blob hissed inside his consciousness. "This sword… it's too dangerous. Too corrupted. Its power is eating into him like a parasite." + +He paused, frustration building. + +"Until Max is separated from that damn sword, there's nothing I can do. Nothing anyone can do." + +His voice darkened. + +"Even a Mythic Rank… maybe even a Divine Rank wouldn't be able to control this thing. And Max is still just in the Adept Rank. This is beyond anything he can handle." + +Back on the stone floor, Max grit his teeth, every muscle in his body shaking. + +His arms trembled violently as he tried to rise again. + +His legs buckled. His back screamed in protest. + +But the rage was louder. + +"I'll kill Mark… I'll kill Lucas… I'll kill Azula…" + +He gasped for breath, his body refusing to move—but his voice kept muttering, louder now, hoarse and raw. + +"I'll kill them all…" + +He slammed back down, his forehead striking the ground with a dull crack—but he didn't even flinch. + +He held the sword tighter, eyes blazing with madness. + +And deep below, the Abyss Dragon Sword pulsed again. + +Alive. + +Awake. + +--- + +While Max remained buried deep in the pit of the Mourning Depths, trapped in a relentless cycle of trying—and failing—to escape, time outside moved on. + +For him, each attempt to rise was met with the crushing weight of infernal energy, pushing him back down again and again, as though the pit itself refused to release him. His world had become a prison of darkness, rage, and exhaustion. + +But beyond that pit… the world hadn't stopped. + +Three months passed in the blink of an eye. + +And now—the day had come. + +Across the Valora Continent, excitement buzzed in the air like a storm waiting to break. It was time. + +The geniuses, chosen from every corner of the continent, had gathered at a single place: + +The private villa of Envoy Lucas. + +Nestled high in the mountains and surrounded by ancient wards, the villa was a place few were ever allowed to enter—except today. Today, it overflowed with talent. + +Young warriors and cultivators stood side by side, each carrying weapons, artifacts, and dreams. Some laughed and chatted, cloaking their nerves with bravado. Others remained quiet, eyes fixed forward, mentally preparing themselves for the journey ahead. + +All of them were here for one reason: + +To travel to the Lost Continent. + +To climb the fabled Tower of Truth. + +And to etch their names into its eternal records. + +The air was electric with anticipation. + +But beneath that excitement… was tension. + +No one could deny it. + +Every person here had heard the stories—about the Elves and the Demon Race, the two dominant powers of the Lost Continent. And those stories weren't myths. They were warnings. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-356.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-356.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..95ac89e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-356.md @@ -0,0 +1,218 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 356: To The Lost Continent" +slug: "ch-356" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 356 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1374 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Unlike the Valora Continent, where humans held the reins of power, the Lost Continent was a battlefield of races. The Elves—with their terrifying grace and control over nature. The Demons—with their raw brutality and ancient bloodlines. + +Together, they overshadowed the human forces in the Lost Continent. + +It was precisely because of that imbalance that the humans there had turned to Valora—seeking reinforcements. + +Seeking geniuses. + +Despite being weaker as a whole, the humans of the Lost Continent were desperate. Constantly struggling. Constantly surviving. + +They fought for every scrap of land. Every spiritual vein. Every rare resource—contested by Elves, Demons, and the deadly beasts that roamed the wilderness. + +The Tower of Truth, standing tall amidst it all, had become more than a place of legend. It was a beacon. A place where names were written and fates were changed. + +And now, the youths of Valora had been given their chance to rise. + +But many of them couldn't shake the unease in their hearts. + +This wasn't just a trial. + +This was stepping into a continent of chaos, politics, and bloodshed. + +Yes, they were excited. + +But beneath that excitement… + +They were nervous. + +Very nervous. + +Because they knew—once they stepped onto the Lost Continent, there would be no turning back. + +"Anton, Jack, Revenna, Amelia, Bruce, Asha, Arthur, Alice, Aelric… all of you." + +King Magnar's voice echoed across the courtyard of the villa, calm but firm, carrying the weight of experience and command. His gaze swept across the gathered geniuses—dozens of the most talented youths the Valora Continent had to offer. + +He paused for a breath, then continued. + +"This is your last chance." + +A heavy silence fell over the group. + +"If any of you wish to step back, do it now. No one will question you. No one will blame you." + +His eyes lingered on a few faces, gauging reactions. + +"But once you step through those teleportation runes, the only thing waiting for you is uncertainty. You will be far from home. Surrounded by power, politics, danger—and worse." + +He let those words hang in the air for a few long seconds. + +But no one moved. + +No one flinched. + +Not a single genius backed away. + +King Magnar gave a small nod of approval. "Good," he said. "You have ten minutes. Say what you need to say. After that, you're on your way." + +With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the youths to themselves. + +The atmosphere shifted. + +Some of the geniuses wandered toward their factions—seeking final words from mentors, parents, or elders. Others grouped together, exchanging casual conversation, forced laughter, and uncertain smiles. + +Near one edge of the courtyard, Amelia turned toward Alice. + +"You know you don't have to go," she said gently. "No one's forcing you." + +Alice met her gaze and shook her head. "If I stayed behind, I'd be bored out of my mind. Everyone I care about is going." + +Her smile was light, but Amelia could still see the shadows beneath it. + +Anton, nearby, sighed. His eyes flicked to his sister with a mix of worry and resignation. He'd tried—multiple times—to talk her out of this journey. But in the end… Alice had always made her own choices. + +Amelia placed a comforting hand on Alice's shoulder. "Don't worry about Max," she said softly. "I believe he'll come out of the Mourning Depths soon. We just have to wait." + +She didn't mention how she'd seen Alice crying in silence for days after Max disappeared. How she'd watched her break down when she thought he was gone forever. + +Alice gave a small nod, her eyes distant. + +On the other side of the group, Crown Prince Aelric gathered his close friends. + +"Alright, listen up," he said. "Word is, the southern faction is keeping to themselves. They're sending their own leader and won't be joining us." + +He looked across the group of familiar faces. + +"So, I'll lead this team—mostly those from the East and West, with a few from the North." + +He paused, then added, "As for the Central Region… ever since Veylin died, they've gone completely silent. Not a single genius showed up today. It's like they've withdrawn altogether." + +He glanced toward Anton and Amelia. + +"And it looks like the four noble families and several powerful guilds from the East have formed their own group, as usual." + +Anton nodded lightly. "Yeah, not surprising. Those families have history. They always move in their own circles when it comes to trips like this." + +Amelia added, "They've done it for generations. It's tradition by now. But it'll be fine—we all have our own paths." + +Aelric nodded. "Good. As long as we watch each other's backs." + +Just then, three familiar figures approached—Kate, Aurelia, and Klaus, the latter hidden beneath his ever-present mask. + +"You all should be very careful," Kate said, her tone sharp with concern. "We've told you everything we could about the Tower of Truth. But once you're inside, the rules don't matter. Anything can happen." + +Aurelia's gaze drifted toward her daughter. + +"Alice," she said softly. "Are you… really going?" + +Alice folded her arms and pouted. "Mother. How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, I'm going. You can't stop me. No one can." + +Aurelia sighed, then gave her a small smile. "Then take care of each other out there. All of you." + +Beside her, Klaus said nothing. His eyes briefly met Asha's—or rather, Callie's—and she gave a small nod in return. A silent exchange. One that said far more than words ever could. + +With final hugs, nods, and quiet goodbyes, the geniuses stepped onto the teleportation runes, arranged in a perfect circle across the stone floor. + +The runes began to glow—softly at first, then brighter, shifting from pale blue to a vivid azure light that lit up the entire courtyard. + +And then— + +WHOOSH. + +They vanished. + +Every last one. + +Gone from the Valora Continent. + +On their way to the Lost Continent. + +Silence returned to the villa. + +Envoy Lucas stood beside King Magnar, arms crossed. + +"Well, that's that," he said with a yawn. "Another half a year of peace and boredom for me." + +He stretched his shoulders and added dryly, "But hey, if you need anything in the meantime, just give me a call. I'm officially on vacation." + +Magnar didn't respond. + +He simply stared at the fading glow of the teleportation runes… eyes narrowed with a storm brewing behind them. + +—- + +With the geniuses gone, people in the the Valora Continent continued with their usual life styles as if nothing happened. + +Days passed. + +Then weeks. + +And before anyone realized it, another month had quietly slipped by. + +The Divine Palace had returned to its usual rhythm—calm, ordered, and ever watchful. But beneath that calm was a question that no one dared speak aloud: + +Was he still alive? + +And then— + +BANG! + +A thunderous explosion shattered the silence. + +The sealed doors to the Mourning Depths—untouched for four long months—burst open with a deafening roar. + +Stone cracked. Dust exploded outward. The entire palace shook under the sudden shockwave. + +Guards staggered. Servants screamed. The force of it sent ripples through the ground like an earthquake had erupted from beneath their feet. + +Amidst the swirling dust and raining debris, a lone figure emerged. + +But before anyone could get a clear look— + +WHOOSH! + +A beam of dark red light shot upward from the broken hall, tearing straight through the gilded ceiling of the Divine Palace. It punched into the sky above like a spear of infernal fury, splitting the clouds with raw, untamed power. + +Eyes across the palace snapped upward. + +And there— + +Floating high above the palace, bathed in the eerie crimson glow of infernal energy, was a figure. + +Max. + +But not the Max they remembered. + +His body hovered in the air, suspended by sheer power. + +Both of his arms—from fingertips to shoulders—were completely covered in dark, blood-red infernal demon tattoos, glowing and pulsating like they were alive. + +His face, too, was veiled in those same cursed markings, leaving only his burning eyes visible beneath the tattoos. + +And behind him—stretching wide and ominous—were wings. + +Not angelic. + +Not divine. + +But wings forged from the same dark red infernal energy, sharp-edged and menacing, like blades sculpted from smoke and fire. + +In his right hand, resting casually against his shoulder, was a sword. + +The Abyss Dragon Sword. + +Still humming. Still alive. + +Still hungry. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-357.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-357.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8eff33a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-357.md @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 357: Mad Max" +slug: "ch-357" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 357 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's eyes burned. + +Not just with power—but with rage. + +As he hovered in the sky above the Divine Palace, his gaze swept across the lands below, glowing like twin furnaces ready to devour the world. The blood-red tattoos on his arms and face pulsed with each heartbeat, radiating a suffocating heat, while the wings of infernal energy behind him crackled ominously. + +His mind was no longer clouded. + +It was singular. + +Focused. + +Kill. + +Kill Mark. + +Kill Lucas. + +Kill anyone who had hurt Alice—who had betrayed him, used him, trapped him. + +His grip tightened around the hilt of the Abyss Dragon Sword, now resting across his shoulder like a predator ready to strike. + +"M-Max...? Is that... you?" + +A voice called out above the Divine Palace. + +A figure appeared, hovering with a cautious expression—Old Man Grey. + +Max's blazing eyes snapped toward him. + +Old Man Grey froze mid-air. + +The moment their gazes locked, he felt it—pure malice. + +Undiluted. Undeniable. + +Like looking into the eyes of a wild beast that had tasted blood and wanted more. + +Max didn't answer. + +He simply growled, deep and low. + +"I'll kill him," he snarled. "I'll kill Mark." + +Old Man Grey's throat tightened. "M-Mark? He's gone. We—we don't know where he is…" + +Max's expression twisted. + +Confusion. Anger. Pain. Hate. + +All flashed across his face in a blur. + +And then—without another word—he shot into the sky like a comet of blood-red flame, leaving behind a shockwave that shattered clouds and cracked the very air. + +He blazed across the skies of the Valora Continent, a dark meteor trailing infernal smoke. + +People looked up in awe—and in fear. + +Wherever he passed, the pressure he emitted pressed down on their souls. It wasn't just power—it was ferocity, a divine-level rage that twisted the sky itself. + +Even the elders of great sects and strong families felt it and looked up, alarmed. + +But Max didn't stop. + +He didn't look down.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +He had a target. + +And then— + +A figure appeared in front of him, mid-flight. + +Blocking his path. + +Klaus. + +He hovered calmly, though his expression darkened as he took in Max's appearance. + +The tattoos. The wings. The sword. The madness in his eyes. + +"Max..." Klaus called out, his voice steady, but grim. "Where are you going?" + +Max stared at him, the glow in his pupils flickering like wildfire. + +"I'm going to kill Lucas." His voice was hoarse, guttural—half human, half something else. + +Klaus frowned. "No. You can't." + +Max bared his teeth. + +"I will kill him." + +"Listen to me!" Klaus's voice sharpened. "You're not strong enough. Not yet. Lucas is far above your current level. If you confront him now, you'll die. You know that." + +Max didn't respond. + +Klaus continued. "It's good that you escaped that pit. And not many people know. I can deal with the Divine Palace—I'll cover your trail. But you need to come back. Come back to the Hidden City. We'll regroup. Plan. Wait." + +Max's eyes narrowed. His grip on the sword tightened. + +"I will kill Lucas." + +Klaus clenched his fists. "Then let me help you do it the right way. An assassination. A clean strike. We take him out smart, not like this—charging in like a mad beast." + +But Max was past words now. + +His voice dropped to a low growl. + +"I. Will. Kill. Lucas." + +And with that— + +He lunged forward, the Abyss Dragon Sword slashing down in a violent arc, red energy howling through the sky as the blade tore toward Klaus like a wrathful god. + +"Damn it—!" + +Klaus barely had time to react. + +The moment Max slashed down with the Abyss Dragon Sword, a wave of blood-red energy screamed through the sky, barreling toward him with terrifying speed and ferocity. + +He shifted his body back on instinct—retreating mid-air, narrowly avoiding a direct hit. The red arc of light missed his face by mere inches, but not without consequence. + +A searing pain spread across his jaw. + +He reached up and touched it. His fingers came away blackened with ash. + +There was a burn mark on his chin—fresh, stinging, and very real. + +His eyes narrowed, gaze locking on the figure in front of him. + +Floating. Breathing hard. Eyes glowing like coals. + +Max. + +But not the Max he knew. + +Not the sarcastic, clever boy with reckless confidence. + +This was something else. + +Something unhinged. + +Something dangerous. + +"What happened to you…?" Klaus muttered, voice low, full of disbelief. Max was talented—everyone knew that—but even at his best, he shouldn't be able to push someone like Klaus, a peak Expert Rank, this far. + +This power… this killing intent… + +It didn't belong to a mortal. + +"I will kill Lucas!" Max roared, voice guttural, like it was being torn from the depths of his soul. + +It was all he could say. + +It was all that was left of him. + +Klaus kept his eyes on Max, body tensed, every instinct alert. There was no hesitation in the boy. No flicker of recognition. Just murderous obsession. + +'It's the sword,' Klaus thought, eyes flashing toward the crimson blade in Max's hand. 'That's the one Mark mentioned… the cursed one.' + +It pulsed with infernal light, like it was feeding off Max's fury. No—amplifying it. + +And then, Max raised the sword again. + +With a scream of rage, he swung it forward, unleashing another massive arc of red light—wider, hotter, faster. + +But Klaus was ready. + +His eyes narrowed. + +He moved—slipping through the air like a shadow. + +The red arc twisted, following him with unnatural precision. It wasn't just a slash anymore—it was like the sword itself had a mind, chasing its prey. + +Klaus frowned. + +"Enough." + +His right hand ignited in black flames, dark as void, licking the wind like a vengeful beast. + +With a sharp motion, he slashed his hand through the air. + +From his palm, a black arc of fire shot forward—dense, silent, and fast, tearing through space in a line of shadow. + +BOOM! + +The two attacks collided mid-air. + +Red and black clashed like titans—crimson fury against shadowed flame. + +The explosion that followed lit up the sky with a burst of light and force, shaking the clouds and hurling shockwaves in every direction. + +When the smoke cleared— + +Both arcs were gone. + +Cancelled out. Equal. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-358.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-358.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4df4619 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-358.md @@ -0,0 +1,226 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 358: A Rampage!" +slug: "ch-358" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 358 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1123 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Klaus hovered in the air, his cloak fluttering in the lingering wind, his eyes locked onto Max with a grim expression. + +'This isn't him anymore. That sword… it's taken over.' + +But Max? + +He didn't blink. + +Didn't hesitate. + +He was already gripping the sword tighter, readying for another strike, his wings twitching, his teeth clenched. + +Because there was only one thought left in his mind. + +Kill Lucas. + +And he once again shot into the sky to just that. + +"Max…" Klaus whispered as the smoke of their clash faded. He could see it clearly now. + +There was no getting through to him. + +Max wasn't listening. He wasn't even seeing. + +The boy was gone—buried beneath wrath, loss, and the curse of that sword. + +Klaus didn't stop him. He simply turned and vanished in a blur of black flames, heading back toward the Divine Palace. He needed to ensure the Monarch didn't catch wind of Max's return. As long as no one else interfered, Max wouldn't start a war. + +Not unless someone stood between him and Lucas. + +And he was right. + +Because even as Klaus disappeared into the horizon, Max had already arrived. + +Above the Villa of Envoy Lucas, Max hovered in the air, infernal wings spread wide. He didn't sneak in. He didn't hesitate. He dropped like a crimson thunderbolt. + +CRASH!! + +The roof of the villa shattered as he descended like a meteor, tearing straight through reinforced stone and enchanted barriers. Dust and debris exploded through the main chamber, startling guards, servants, and elders alike. + +"Who dares cause trouble in my—" + +Lucas's shout came to an abrupt stop as he entered the ruined courtyard. His eyes locked on the figure standing in the center of the destruction. + +The tattoos. + +The wings. + +The glowing blood-red sword resting in Max's hand. + +"…You?" + +For a moment, Lucas was stunned. + +Then a cruel grin twisted across his face. + +"Hah… So you crawled out of that pit after all. And instead of running for your life, you came to me?" + +He chuckled. + +"You're either brave—or a complete fool." + +But Max wasn't listening. + +His entire body was trembling. + +Not with fear. + +With rage. + +Rage that had fermented for three months in the bottom of that cursed pit. + +Rage that had only one name carved into it—Lucas. + +"AHHHHHHH!!!" + +Max roared, his scream piercing the sky. A pillar of blood-red light erupted around him, soaring straight into the clouds, splitting them open with its raw pressure. + +"You insane brat!" Lucas shouted, shielding his face as debris flew everywhere. "You're destroying my villa—!" + +Too late. + +Max was already in front of him. + +BOOM! + +The Abyss Dragon Sword slammed into Lucas's chest with brutal force, catching him completely off guard. The impact blasted him across the villa, sending him crashing through walls, pillars, and floors like a cannonball. + +"You—!!" + +Lucas stood back up, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, fury replacing his smirk. + +But he didn't get to speak. + +SLASH! + +Another red arc tore through the air and struck him again, sending him crashing through another wall, demolishing entire sections of the villa. + +"I'LL KILL YOU!!" Lucas roared as he climbed from the rubble, now truly enraged. + +He clapped his hands together, the ground beneath them shaking violently. + +In an instant, the broken walls, shattered marble, and stone slabs around him floated into the air—suspended by his will, surrounded by a glowing golden aura. + +"EARTH PRISON—BURIAL TOMB!!" + +The debris launched toward Max like a hailstorm of city-sized shrapnel, massive chunks of reinforced earth flying with the force of artillery. + +Each piece large enough to flatten a building. + +But Max— + +He didn't dodge. + +He didn't block. + +He just charged through. + +The red glow around him flared, his sword trailing a storm of crimson arcs. + +One after another, the boulders slammed into him, only to be cleaved in half, shattered, or ignored entirely. + +The impact didn't slow him. + +Didn't even shake him. + +He burst through the onslaught like a demon of war, his killing intent exploding in all directions. + +Lucas's eyes widened. + +"No—!" + +CRACK! + +Max appeared in front of him in a blink, the Abyss Dragon Sword already descending. + +Lucas raised an earth wall reflexively, but— + +BOOM!! + +The sword tore through it like paper, cleaving the wall, the space behind it, and nearly Lucas himself. + +Blood sprayed as the blade grazed across his chest. + +Lucas flew backward, crashing through the villa's central garden and skidding across the ground, tearing up stone, grass, and brick as he went. + +He coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth, his armor shattered, his robes torn. + +He staggered to one knee, breath ragged. + +Across from him, Max stood—blood-stained, panting, eyes still glowing with that same unrelenting fury. + +He didn't look like a boy anymore. + +He looked like a cataclysm. + +Lucas wiped the blood from his lips, his face twisted in rage and disbelief. His chest burned where Max's sword had grazed him, the wound pulsing with infernal energy that refused to fade. + +"This… this is madness!" he growled, forcing himself to his feet. + +The ground around him began to crack and shift, golden light erupting from the earth as his aura surged. The sky turned dull and heavy. Thunder rumbled—not from clouds, but from the pressure of Lucas's Earth Concept being released. + +"TITAN'S WRATH!" + +With a roar, Lucas slammed both palms into the ground. + +The earth trembled violently as enormous stone spears, each the size of towers, erupted from the ground beneath Max. Dozens of them—sharpened, glowing with molten runes—launched like missiles to impale him from all sides. + +But Max— + +Didn't move. + +CRACK—BOOM—SHATTER! + +He slashed once, a wide, blood-red arc cleaving through the air. + +Every single stone spear exploded on contact, shattered to dust, as if their magic and mass were meaningless before the power of his sword. + +Lucas's eyes widened in disbelief. + +But Max wasn't done. + +He moved. + +In a blur of red light, he appeared above Lucas midair, wings spread like a crimson angel of death, sword raised. + +SLASH! + +Lucas jumped back, throwing up a massive earth barrier, several meters thick and reinforced with golden runes. + +BOOM! + +Max's sword tore straight through it, cleaving the barrier, the ground, and the air itself. + +Lucas barely rolled aside, a line of blood streaking down his shoulder. + +"This is impossible!" he hissed. + +"TREMOR CANNON!" + +Lucas thrust his hands forward. The ground beneath Max fractured violently, and from its depths erupted a concentrated beam of pure earth energy—dense enough to collapse a mountain, roaring upward to engulf him. + +The beam struck Max head-on, swallowing him in a column of golden light. + +The villa shook. + +The surrounding land cracked. + +Trees split in half from the pressure alone. + +Dust hung in the air as silence settled. + +Lucas stood panting, staring at the devastation. + +But then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-359.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-359.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d487ba3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-359.md @@ -0,0 +1,228 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 359: Gone..." +slug: "ch-359" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 359 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +SHHHK! + +From within the beam of golden energy, a red glow shimmered to life. + +And then— + +BOOM! + +The entire Tremor Cannon split in half, torn apart from the inside as Max walked out, completely untouched, his sword dragging along the ground, carving a thin trail of glowing molten stone. + +Lucas took a step back, eyes wide with panic. + +"You—What are you!?" + +Max didn't answer. + +He vanished. + +And reappeared in front of Lucas, faster than a thought. + +"AHHHHHH!" + +Max roared as he swung down with all the weight of his fury, all the force of his months of torment, all the rage of loss. + +Lucas raised his arms to defend— + +CRACK!! + +His bones snapped. + +The sword smashed through his defenses and struck his torso with full force, launching him like a meteor. He tore through five walls, then a statue, then skidded across the stone courtyard outside the villa, blood painting a thick trail in his wake. + +He lay in a ruined crater, coughing blood, his chest armor shattered, ribs broken, arms trembling. + +Max landed a moment later, his wings folding behind him. He raised his sword again, its blade still glowing with residual infernal energy, now tainted with Lucas's blood. + +Lucas barely lifted his head. "You… You're not… human anymore…" + +Max's expression didn't change. + +There was no joy. + +No triumph. + +Only cold fury. + +And a promise yet to be fulfilled. + +Step. + +Step. + +Each footfall echoed like a death toll in Lucas's ears. + +Max walked slowly—unhurried, methodical—his sword dragging along the shattered stone floor, leaving a burning red trail behind him as it scraped against the rubble. + +He looked like a reaper, advancing through the ruins of a kingdom he had just burned down. + +Lucas panicked. + +His breathing grew ragged, uneven. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he tried to push himself up—but his body screamed in protest. His arms trembled. His ribs ached with every breath. + +"N-No! Stay away from me!" he gasped, eyes wide with terror. "Stay away!" + +Max said nothing. + +He didn't flinch. + +He didn't even blink. + +He kept walking—eyes locked on Lucas like a predator closing in on a wounded kill. + +Lucas's gaze darted around, frantic. + +The villa—his home, his fortress—was nothing but a field of wreckage now. Pillars lay shattered. Walls reduced to rubble. The luxurious garden, once a symbol of pride, now a crater of scorched earth and broken stone. + +There was nothing left. + +No guards. + +No defense formations. + +No escape. + +And Max kept coming. + +Closer. + +And closer. + +And then— + +Lucas's eyes widened in sudden realization—his gaze dropping to Max's feet. + +And there, glowing faintly beneath the dust and debris, was a teleportation rune. + +His eyes lit up. + +A spark of desperation surged through him. + +'The teleportation rune… to the Lost Continent…' + +With shaking fingers, Lucas reached into his storage ring and pulled out a small runestone—etched with ancient lines of runes. + +He didn't hesitate. + +With the last remnants of his strength, he poured every drop of mana he had left into the stone. + +WHIINNNGG! + +The runestone erupted in a bright blue glow, its circuits flaring to life with a high-pitched hum. + +Beneath Max's feet, the teleportation rune activated. + +Blue lines carved into the stone flickered to life, illuminating the ground like a web of light. + +Max paused—just for a heartbeat—as the glow surrounded him. + +Then— + +WHISH! + +In a flash of radiant blue light, he vanished. + +Gone. + +Lucas blinked, stunned, frozen in place as the world went silent. + +And then—he slumped back down, exhaling sharply. + +"Damn…" he muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of blood dripping to the floor. "That was too close…" + +Around him, the last fragments of his once-grand villa lay in ruin. + +And far away… + +A new storm had just landed on the Lost Continent. + +--- + +High above the Lost Continent, the skies were calm—clouds drifting lazily under a brilliant blue sunlit dome. + +Until suddenly— + +CRACK! + +A rupture tore through the clouds as a figure shot downward, slicing through the atmosphere like a falling star. Wind howled in its wake, and pressure trembled across the air as the figure plummeted toward the earth at breakneck speed. + +And then— + +BOOM! + +The impact struck like thunder. + +The ground exploded outward, a shockwave blasting dirt, dust, and fragments of stone in every direction. A small crater formed in the middle of a remote, grassy plain, smoke and debris still swirling around the edges. + +In the center of it— + +Max. + +His body lay motionless, half-buried in dirt and dust. He was covered in glowing black-red infernal tattoos, running from his face to both arms—etched into his very flesh like ancient runes forged by fire and wrath. + +But something had changed. + +As the dust settled and the air grew still, the tattoos began to fade—slowly, gradually—retreating like shadows melting under sunlight. Inch by inch, his bare skin reemerged, pale and bruised beneath the fading marks of infernal power. + +Max's eyes cracked open, bloodshot and heavy. + +His vision was blurred. + +His head ached. + +"Huh… what's going on…?" he muttered, tasting dust in his mouth. He coughed weakly, trying to lift himself—but his body refused. + +Every limb screamed with pain. + +Every breath felt like fire. + +He tried again—barely shifting—and a sharp wave of agony coursed through his bones. He grit his teeth, sweat already trailing down his temples. + +Just a few feet away from him, the Abyss Dragon Sword lay half-buried in the dirt, its blade glowing faintly red. It pulsed—steady, rhythmic—as if calling out to him. + +Max blinked at it. + +He wanted to reach for it. + +But he couldn't even lift his arm. + +"Damn… how did I end up in this mess?" he whispered, his voice weak, eyes drifting up to the sky above—so blue, so peaceful, with gentle arcs of cloud trailing across it. + +And then— + +Like a lightning strike through the fog of his mind— + +It all came back. + +Alice's death. + +His descent into madness. + +His pact with the sword. + +Mark throwing him into the depths. + +His escape. + +The fight. + +Lucas bleeding in the dirt. + +Max's chest rose sharply. + +"Alice…" he breathed. + +His throat tightened, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, trailing down to mix with the dust on his cheek. + +And then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-36.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-36.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a092f78 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-36.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 36: Full power of a level 100 skill" +slug: "ch-36" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 36 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1459 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hehe, you will know soon." Max grinned. + +Billy's eyes narrowed at Max's smile as a bad feeling rose in his heart. + +Swish! Swish! Swish!... + +Almost instantly, the blue dots of light shot toward the five members of the Bouncer Squad, resembling an unending barrage of bullets. They rained down on them relentlessly, piercing through their bodies and leaving gaping holes in their wake. + +It was a merciless assault, as the sheer volume of the dots of light, like lasers shooting at them, was overwhelming and inescapable. + +One by one, the blue dots of light struck them like bullets, relentlessly piercing through their bodies until they were riddled with holes. + +The onslaught continued for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a few seconds before the final glowing dot descended, marking the end of the relentless barrage. + +"You..." Billy's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Max, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he and his squad would meet their end at the hands of a mere kid. + +His body was riddled with countless holes, each one bleeding profusely, turning the ground beneath him into a crimson pool. + +Thud! + +A moment later, he fell to the ground like the other four, unable to even put up a fight. + +Just like that, the infamous Bouncer Squad was no more. + +"What the freaking hell was that?!" Alice exclaimed, her eyes widening in astonishment. As she replayed the scene in her mind, a surge of excitement coursed through her, and the hairs on her arms stood on end—not from fear, but from sheer awe at what she had just witnessed. + +She couldn't even count how many times she'd been struck with shock and astonishment today, and all of it came from just one person. + +"It's a secret." Max made a finger-on-lips gesture before he walked toward a certain direction where he shot the runestone with his magic bullet. + +Though he had to take each step slowly, using all his strength as the force from the runestone was still acting on them. + +A few minutes later, he reached there and saw the runestone lying there. + +Picking it up, he inspected it for a while when he felt a very familiar aura from it, though he couldn't recall sensing or even seeing this runestone before. 'But why is there this sudden urge to devour this thing?' + +Max shook his head and quickly went back. "I have the runestone... How do I stop it? How do I stop the force affecting us?" + +Alice sighed. "You can't stop it," she said dejectedly. "Runestones are not meant to be used like this. Once activated, they can't be stopped unless all the energy inside them is used up. And this runestone, I'm afraid, has been powered by the blood essence of someone at the Adept Rank, so it will take a while before its power wears off." + +Max frowned, pondering her words. "Let me try something," he said, turning around and showing his back to them. + +"What are you doing?" Alice asked. + +Max didn't respond. Instead, he focused on the runestone in his hands, letting the urge to devour it take over. + +In an instant, black flames erupted from his hands, wrapping around the runestone. The fiery tendrils consumed it, and within moments, the flames vanished. + +The runestone then crumbled into fine dust, leaving nothing behind. + +Thud! Thud! + +Just at that moment, Max heard the sound of two figures falling, causing a smile to appear on his face. + +"What did you do?" Alice asked once again, surprised. + +"It's a secret." Max again gestured with his finger on his lips. + +"Humph, keep your stupid secret with you." Alice stomped her feet in anger and turned to Amy. + +Max shrugged before thinking of something and turning to the both of them. "You two have to keep my strength a secret from others especially to the guild," he said seriously. + +Alice snorted. "I know that, you fool." + +"Hmm, good." Max nodded, though he wondered why she called him a fool. + +"Why didn't you use your blue light bullets at the very start?" Alice asked suddenly, her curiosity piqued. + +Max chuckled at her question, sensing the suspicion in her tone. "Haha, well, I wasn't sure if they had any more tricks up their sleeves, so I figured the first thing I needed to do was get the runestone away from them. And that's exactly what I did. You saw the rest unfold after that." + +"And what were those blue dots of light?" Alice continued with her questioning. + +'That was what a level 100 Magic Bullet skill looks like,' Max thought in his mind but didn't say out loud. + +Seeing Max silent, Alice sighed. "Fine, I don't care what you used, but I am grateful for your help this time." + +"I know, and when I enter your guild, you will have to repay me," Max said with a smirk. + +"W-We'll see when that time comes." Alice's face turned slightly red as she quickly shifted her attention away from the topic. She cleared her throat and then pointed toward the door leading to the boss chamber. "Let's go and kill the boss monster." + +Max smiled as he stared at Alice a bit too long, his gaze deepening. "Of course," he replied unconsciously. + +'Damn, what happened to me? Why am I staring at her like an idiot? Am I falling for her? No, that can't happen! I'm only 15!' Max mentally scolded himself, quickly shaking off the thoughts as he refocused on the door to the boss chamber, trying to keep his composure. + +He then saw Alice and Amy disappear into the boss chamber. + +"Hehe, now let's have some talk... shall we?" Max then chuckled strangely and looked towards a certain corner of the canyon. "You are very good at hiding almost invisible but it's a pity that I am around" He said shaking his head. + +His expression became sharp as he added coldly. "I don't know who you are but I noticed you have your eyes on Alice too since the moment we came to the Storm Canyon. However, it's good that you haven't made your move yet otherwise you would be a corpse like them." + +A silence followed Max's words before a chuckle came from somewhere in the canyon. + +"I don't believe that's the only the reason you didn't kill me." A voice sneered. "It's because you can't kill me and you can't kill me because I am not simply here. You can't kill something that isn't present...hehe." + +Max frowned. "So, that's why your presence is always fading." He then aimed towards the direction where he could barely sense a presence there. + +Bang! Bang! Bang!... + +But everyone of his bullets only hit the wall of the canyon. + +"I told you, you can't kill someone who isn't physically present," the voice mocked, its tone dripping with amusement. "But you, my friend, are something else entirely... Killing those at level 10 as if they were mere vegetables while being only at level 5? Now that is the most interesting thing I've ever seen in my life. But alas, I must take my leave." + +The voice lingered for a moment before delivering its parting shot. "Oh, and one more thing—I know your secrets. Be scared. Be very scared." + +Then, silence. + +'He vanished...' Max sighed feeling his presence gone. 'Who was he?' He wondered. 'This person knows I killed the Bouncer Squad...' He felt slightly regretful that he couldn't kill it. 'If only he had confronted me directly...' He shook his head in pity. + +'Whoever he was for some reason he exuded a very familiar aura to me.' Max pondered not understanding how he could sense something like that. + +It was then he recalled something. 'Oh, right!' + +"Something should have changed when I devoured the runestone right?" Max muttered as checked his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 5 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Physique: 6.5 + +– Soul: 7 + +– Energy: 10 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-100), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-100), Swift Dash (Lvl-100), Flurry Strike (Lvl-100), Flame Creation(Lvl-1)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +-— + +'Dragon Scales increased from one to two!" Max was surprised. Though he didn't know what its used for at the moment, he was glad that he at least knew how to increase their value. + +'Now I just have to find out how to increase the Draconic Essence and the use of Dragon Scales.' Max mused. + +After that he too touched the door to the boss room, disappearing from there. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-360.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-360.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ad0c0d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-360.md @@ -0,0 +1,270 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 360: Traditional Humans" +slug: "ch-360" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 360 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1294 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +He froze. + +A strange sensation pulsed through his veins. + +Faint. Subtle. But unmistakable. + +His blood. + +A connection. + +His eyes widened. + +That pulse… that signal—he knew it. It was the same one he had crafted months ago when he gave Alice a vial of his blood to track her if they were ever separated. + +"No way…" he whispered. His breath caught. + +He concentrated—barely able to move, but fully aware. + +The connection was active. + +That meant… + +She was alive. + +"But how…?" he muttered, stunned. + +The image of Alice turning to dust replayed in his mind—Mark's smile, the snap of his fingers, the horror in her eyes—and yet this sensation… + +It was real. + +It was her. + +Just as hope sparked in his chest—something darker stirred too. + +The memory twisted. The pain surged again. + +Rage. + +It returned like a beast snapping free of its cage. + +His hands clenched into the dirt. + +His breath turned ragged. + +His body trembled—not from pain, but from fury. + +Mark. + +The one who played him. + +Who toyed with Alice's life. + +Who sealed him in that pit and laughed. + +Max's heart pounded harder. + +The tattoos on his skin began to shimmer again in red—faint, pulsing, awakening. + +His eyes burned, glowing dimly red. + +"So, you've finally come to your senses, huh…" + +The voice was sarcastic, familiar. + +Max stirred slightly as a small, floating figure shimmered into view—his ever-annoying, ever-watchful companion. + +Blob. + +He hovered a few feet above Max, arms crossed, looking down with a sneer. + +Max, flat on his back, bruised, battered, and barely able to move, lifted his eyes weakly toward him. + +"You look like roadkill," Blob said bluntly. "And that's me being polite." + +He floated in a slow circle around Max, inspecting him. His tone turned sharper. "You've completely given yourself to that cursed sword." + +Max's lips barely moved, but his voice was clear. Heavy. Resigned. + +"I know." + +Even now—even now—he could feel it. + +The pull. + +The sword lying just feet away, pulsing faintly, was still whispering to him. Calling to him like a long-lost lover. + +He could feel the chaos clawing at the edges of his mind. + +His muscles twitched involuntarily at the thought of picking it up again. + +He clenched his jaw. + +Blob narrowed his eyes. + +"Let me take a look." + +He floated just above Max's forehead, placed a tiny glowing hand against his skin. + +A soft green light radiated from Blob's touch—gentle, warm, like a breeze in early spring. + +For a moment, Max didn't feel anything. + +Then— + +Everything changed. + +His mind, once storming with noise and fractured thoughts, suddenly became quiet. + +Peaceful. + +The incessant urges—the bloodlust, the whispers, the desire to kill—vanished. + +For the first time in months, Max felt clarity. + +His breathing slowed. His limbs relaxed. His heart, once pounding, eased into a calm rhythm. + +It felt… pure. + +Too pure. + +He blinked slowly, then whispered, "What… did you do? I feel… good." + +Blob smirked and floated back. + +"Didn't do much," he said casually. "Just scrubbed the filth from your soul and cleaned out the noise in your mind. That sword... it left more than just markings." + +Max turned his head slightly, eyes landing on the Abyss Dragon Sword, still pulsing faintly in the dirt nearby. + +The red glow had dimmed—but he could still feel its presence. Like a shadow pressed against his spine. + +"It's quiet now," he muttered. + +"Good," Blob said. "But don't get cocky. The moment you start craving its power again, it'll come back. And next time, you may not crawl back out." + +Max nodded slowly. + +He raised a trembling hand and summoned his Level 3 Space Aura, letting it swirl around the blade. The energy formed a gentle cocoon of shimmering spatial energy. + +With a flick of his wrist, he sealed the sword and sent it into his storage space. + +Out of sight. + +Out of reach. + +For now. + +Max slumped back with a groan. "I can't move." + +Blob shrugged mid-air. "Of course you can't." + +He started ticking off with glowing fingers. "Your body's been saturated by infernal energy way above your current level. You forced a transformation using the Infernal Demon Tattoo, pushed your physique far beyond what an Adept Rank should ever handle, fought someone at the peak of Expert Rank—and then used a broken teleportation rune to launch yourself across continents like a human missile." + +He crossed his arms, floating down to Max's eye level. + +"Oh, and let's not forget… you landed straight into a spatial storm halfway through. Your body's lucky to be intact, much less functional." + +Max exhaled slowly, turning his face toward the sky. + +"I see," he muttered. "That… actually explains a lot." + +Blob floated up again and glanced toward the horizon. + +"Well, you're alive. Broken, but alive." + +He looked down at Max again. + +"And lucky for you, we're in the Lost Continent now." + +Max's eyes flicked toward him. "Where exactly?" + +Blob shrugged. "Not where you were supposed to land, that's for sure." + +Max sighed. + +He had no strength left. + +But as his eyes slowly drifted shut, one name echoed in his thoughts. + +Alice. + +And somewhere in the distance… + +That faint pulse of his blood connection continued to beat. + +Still alive. + +Still out there. + +"Huh?" Blob tilted his small glowing head, eyes narrowing as he gazed off toward the horizon. "Someone's nearby… a group. Might be useful." + +Max blinked, barely able to turn his head. + +Blob floated above him for a moment longer, squinting at the approaching figures. "Yeah. They look harmless. Maybe they'll help patch you up." + +And with that, he gave a lazy wave and disappeared—vanishing into Max's Dimension of Spirit in a shimmer of light. + +Max exhaled softly, his body still aching, pinned to the earth by sheer exhaustion. + +Then his vision shifted. + +Even though his physical body was paralyzed, his Three Dimensional Body—an ability that allowed him to observe his surroundings on multiple layers—extended outward. + +He immediately sensed them. + +A cart, rickety and wooden, pulled by two large, tusked beasts that looked like a cross between wild boars and oxen, was approaching the edge of the crater. The cart creaked and rattled as it rolled to a slow stop. + +People climbed down from it—adults and children, dressed in long, faded robes and earthy garments that looked like they belonged to a forgotten century. Their hair was tied back with cloth bands, some wore straw hats, others carried woven baskets. + +They looked traditional. + +'Too traditional,' Max thought. + +'This is the Lost Continent?' he mused silently, his brow twitching in confusion. + +He had expected powerful warriors, hardened cultivators, or cities brimming with spirit arrays and deadly politics. But these people looked like… farmers. Isolated. Rural. + +And then he noticed their auras. + +Weak. + +Painfully so. + +Max scanned them quickly with his spiritual sense and was stunned by what he saw. + +Level 1. Level 2. Novice Rank. + +And that was just a few of them. + +The rest? + +Ordinary humans. + +No power. No aura. No cultivation. Nothing. + +"What the hell is this place…?" Max muttered under his breath, his voice rasping. "I thought humans here were supposed to be stronger than back in Valora…" + +Just then, movement caught his eye at the edge of the crater. + +Three small figures—children—peered cautiously over the rim, their faces wide-eyed and curious. + +"W-Whoa…" one of them whispered. "Is he dead?" + +"Look at those markings on his wrist…" another said, voice trembling. "Is he a demon?" + +The third boy stepped forward, cupping his hands over his mouth. + +"Father! Father, come quick! There's someone down here!" + +Max blinked slowly, trying to lift his head, but his body refused to move. + +Still, even in his weakened state, his heart stirred. + +He didn't know who these people were, or where exactly in the Lost Continent he had landed. + +But fate had brought someone to him. + +And for now… + +That was enough. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-361.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-361.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa5b1b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-361.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 361: Healing" +slug: "ch-361" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 361 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Following the children's frantic shouts, a few adults came rushing toward the crater, their expressions filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. They stopped at the edge, squinting down at the damage below and the figure lying at its center. + +A tall, broad-shouldered man rubbed his chin, scanning the surroundings. "Huh… who's this kid? And what the hell happened here?" + +Another man, leaner and with a straw hat slung over his back, peered into the pit. "Maybe he fell from the sky?" he suggested, his tone half-serious. + +The first man gave him a sharp look. "Are you an idiot? If someone actually fell from the sky, we'd be digging up bones, not getting stared at by a kid with glowing eyes." + +Max blinked slowly, still weak, still unmoving—his gaze following the exchange in silence. + +Just then, a new voice spoke up—calmer, steadier. + +"Alright, sun's dipping. No need to argue over how he got here. Let's get him out and be on our way." + +A middle-aged man approached the edge of the crater, his presence quiet but commanding. He wore a dark-green cloak with a wooden clasp and had the air of someone used to giving directions—and having them followed. + +The others nodded. + +The two men who had first spotted Max slid carefully down the side of the crater, their boots crunching against loose dirt and rock. Dust rose in small clouds as they approached him. + +One of them crouched beside Max and gave a half-smile. "Alright, kid. Let's get you out of this hole before nightfall. You can explain the rest later." + +He reached under Max's arm and began to lift him carefully. + +"Whoa—you're heavier than you look," the man chuckled, shifting his grip. "What've you been eating? Cores?" + +Max grunted as pain flared through his torso, but he didn't complain. + +They managed to pull him upright and hoisted him out of the crater, passing him up toward the others, who carefully laid him in the back of the wooden cart. + +Max's body throbbed in protest, but for now, he was just glad to be off the ground. + +"Thank you… all of you… for helping me," he said weakly, voice rough but steady. + +The man who had lifted him chuckled again. "So you can talk. I was starting to think you were mute." + +Max gave a wry smile, letting his head rest against a bundle of cloth in the cart. + +The man leaned casually on the edge of the cart, looking him over. "So… what happened to you? You look like you crawled out of a beast's stomach. Don't tell me you escaped from a ranch or something." + +"Ranch?" Max echoed inwardly. 'What are they, cattle herders?' + +His eyes narrowed briefly in thought before offering the first lie that came to mind. + +"I was walking… and something fell from the sky. Hit me. Hard." + +The man raised an eyebrow. + +Then shrugged. "Huh. Funny enough, a few folks said they saw a meteor streaking through the sky earlier. Guess you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." + +He stood straight and stretched his back with a groan. "Well, lucky you're alive." + +Then, with a short nod, he turned. "Rest here for now. We'll talk more once we get back." + +Max watched him walk away, then closed his eyes for a moment. + +The cart creaked as it began to move. + +'Wherever this place is… it's a strange part of the Lost Continent.' + +But for now… he was alive. + +And that was enough. + +Soon they arrived near a camp or at least what resembled Max to a camp or should he a small village but the people here called it ranch which made Max even more curious about what these people were up to. + +There were twenty or thirty camps scattered around the field where many human beings were living and walking around. + +Max was given one of the camp to rest. + +As the night deepened and the stars settled overhead in a blanket of cold light, Max lay quietly in the back of the bed in the camp. + +Then—very slowly—he closed his eyes and focused inward. + +A faint glow began to pulse from beneath his skin. + +Black scales, sleek and luminous, began to spread over both of his arms. They shimmered with an eerie glow, dancing softly beneath the moonlight like liquid obsidian. The moment they surfaced, a soothing warmth spread through his veins, pushing out the cold stiffness buried deep within his bones. + +Max exhaled softly, relief washing over him. + +This was his Dragon Scales Transformation—an active manifestation of his draconic bloodline. It was the source of his defense, power… and in dire times, his healing. + +Normally, his body would heal passively from injuries—his bloodline working quietly in the background, aided by the resilience of his dragon scales. But this time…𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +This time was different. + +Nothing had worked since he'd landed. + +The space storm had ravaged his inner organs, distorted the flow of energy through his veins, and left his meridians scattered like cracked glass. And on top of that, the infernal energy coursing through his body had invaded every cell—aggressive, chaotic, hungry. + +It was his fortune that his body could handle infernal energy now otherwise he would have been toast by now. + +Moreover he had been fighting it all just to stay conscious. + +That's why he'd activated the scales manually. + +And it worked. + +The moment his dragon scales came alive, that familiar warmth spread through his core, calm and strong—like a stream of molten gold seeping into cracked stone. His injuries, both internal and external, began to mend. + +The sharp pain in his chest dulled. + +The throbbing in his limbs eased. + +Even his breathing, once shallow and ragged, grew steady. + +For the first time since crashing into this strange corner of the Lost Continent, Max felt like himself again. + +Time passed slowly. + +The cart rolled on, deeper into the night. + +By midnight, Max could feel that the healing was nearly complete. The damage was mending, the pain nearly gone… but something wasn't right. + +He couldn't move. + +Not even a twitch. + +His brow furrowed. + +"Why… why can't I move yet?" he murmured, staring up at the stars, voice barely above a whisper. "I should be fine now…" + +As if on cue— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-362.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-362.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6e1cfd1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-362.md @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 362: Demons" +slug: "ch-362" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 362 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1123 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Kid, give it a rest, will you?" + +Blob's voice echoed inside his mind, sharp and dry as ever. + +Max blinked, exasperated. "You've been quiet for hours." + +"Yeah, well, I figured I'd give your brain a break after all the emotional trauma," Blob grumbled. "But seriously—don't push it. You look healed, sure. But your body's been torn apart from the inside out. Space storms, infernal energy—both at once? That's not something you walk off." + +Max frowned slightly. "So… it's not over?" + +Blob sighed. "Physically, yeah, your tissues are knit back together. Bones mended. Organs functioning. But there are residual scars. Energy distortions. Think of it like… poison still stuck in your bloodstream. It'll take time to flush out." + +He paused, then added with a grunt, "Honestly? If it were anyone else, they'd be nothing but ashes and regrets by now. Be thankful you're even breathing." + +Max gave a slight nod, his expression settling into something calmer. + +"Alright," he said. "I'll rest." + +He turned his gaze toward the canvas covering the top of the cart. Through the gaps, he could still see the night sky—its vastness a reminder of how far from home he was. + +But even in that distance, something pulsed faintly in the back of his mind. + +A heartbeat. + +Familiar. Subtle. + +It wasn't his own. + +He could feel it clearly now—the trace of blood he had given Alice months ago… still resonating. Still responding. + +She was alive. + +Somewhere out there. Somewhere in this massive, dangerous continent—she was alive. + +And Max knew what he had to do. + +Once his body recovered… + +He would find her. + +--- + +The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight stretched across the sky, warmth touched the canvas of the camp where Max lay. + +He stirred. + +The Dragon Scales Transformation still coated his arms, the black scales glinting faintly with each breath he took. But something had changed—he could feel it. + +The pain was gone. + +The stiffness had lessened. + +Max slowly sat up, his joints cracking with effort. He clenched his fists, flexed his fingers, rotated his shoulders. Everything moved, albeit sluggishly. + +"Just a few more hours," he thought, feeling the familiar strength returning, "and I'll be back at my peak." + +Then— + +A small rustle outside. + +The canvas flap at the front of his camp shifted slightly, and a tiny face peeked through. + +A boy—no older than six—stood there, wide-eyed and curious. + +Max recognized him instantly. The same child who had called for his father last night. + +The boy had sharp features for someone so young—clear eyes, sun-darkened skin, and a quiet intelligence behind his stare. But he said nothing. + +Max offered a soft smile and raised a hand. "Hey there." + +The boy didn't smile back. + +He just stared. + +Then, without warning, he asked, "Are you strong?" + +Max blinked at the unexpected question. + +He chuckled lightly, brushing a hand through his dusty hair. "Well… I wouldn't say I'm the strongest, but yeah—I can protect myself." + +The boy didn't nod. + +Didn't blink. + +He stepped in a little closer and asked, very seriously: + +"Can you protect my family?" + +Max's smile faltered. + +His brow creased. "Protect them? From what?" + +He glanced outside, confused. The camps looked peaceful. These people didn't seem to be living in fear. There were no obvious threats. + +Before the boy could answer, the canvas opened wider. + +"Barry!" A stern voice barked. + +The boy flinched. + +The man who stepped in was the same one Max had spoken with last night—the calm one. He looked from Max to the boy and frowned. + +"What are you doing here? Go play with the others." + +Barry cast one last look at Max—something between worry and hope—and then turned and ran. + +The man turned back to Max and offered a polite nod. "Morning. How're you feeling?" + +Max hesitated, his mind still on the boy's question, but he forced a neutral expression. "Better. Still a little stiff… my body needs time." + +"Good," the man said, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. "Don't make any noise. The demons will be here any minute." + +Max's eyes sharpened. + +"…Demons?" + +He sat up straighter despite the strain on his muscles. + +The man nodded absently. "Yeah. They come by this time every few days." + +Max's heartbeat quickened. + +Demons. + +In the Lost Continent, demons and humans weren't allies. They were enemies—vicious, ancient enemies. When they met, it wasn't a conversation. It was a war cry. + +"What… are they doing here?" Max asked, his voice low, tense. + +The man looked at him like he'd just asked whether fire was hot. "What do you mean what are they doing here? It's their ranch." + +Max blinked. "Their… what?" + +The man raised an eyebrow. "Demon ranch. What else would it be?" + +Max went still. + +His mind turned cold. + +The casual tone. The worn robes. The low cultivation levels. The peaceful, guarded lives. The complete lack of resistance or training. + +These weren't just villagers. + +They were cattle. + +Cattle being kept alive. Watched. Managed. + +"Wait…" Max whispered, horror creeping into his voice. "You mean… this is a demon ranch? For humans?" + +"Of course it is," the man replied, puzzled. "Aren't you from one too?" + +But before Max could respond, a shout erupted outside. + +"The demons are here! The Demon Envoy has arrived!" + +The man's head whipped toward the sound, then turned back to Max with urgency. "Don't make a sound. Don't move. Stay low." + +With that, he rushed out of the tent, flap fluttering closed behind him. + +Max sat frozen. + +His hands curled into fists. + +His blood turned to ice. + +"A demon ranch…" + +The realization sank in, heavy and horrifying. A ranch wasn't just a village—it was a place where animals were raised for slaughter, for use, for consumption. + +And here… humans were the animals. + +Suddenly, Max's Three Dimensional Body snapped to attention. + +He pushed his senses outward—layer by layer—until he felt it. + +A powerful, twisted aura. Cold, commanding… and familiar. + +He didn't need to see them to recognize what they were. + +Demons. + +He focused on his Three Dimensional Body and saw them clearly now—tall, imposing figures, their skin dark, their eyes glowing faintly red, adorned in regal armor and robes that rippled with shadow. Some had horns curling from their foreheads. Others bore fangs and tails. Their energy rolled off them like waves of ash and blood. + +They weren't just ordinary demons. + +They were aristocrats. + +Supervisors. + +A total of five of them. + +And one of them—at the center—was a Demon Envoy. + +Most importantly. + +'This energy...' His breath quickened as he sensed the energy flowing their bodies. They were very similar to infernal energy but at the same time somewhat different. + +If infernal energy was an energy depicted to be pure evil than their energy was just one or two ranks below it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-363.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-363.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c1adef6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-363.md @@ -0,0 +1,184 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 363: Hope" +slug: "ch-363" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 363 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1038 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Outside the camp, the demons loomed like shadows stretched by nightmare. + +Their forms towered over the humans, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement, grins sharp as razors. Though their strength wasn't overwhelming—only Level 3 and 4 of the Adept Rank—there was a savage arrogance in how they carried themselves.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +They didn't need overwhelming power. + +They had something worse—control. + +And they knew it. + +The Demon Envoy, taller than the others, stood in front of the group. His skin was like polished obsidian—black, reflective, almost unnatural in its stillness. Two long horns curved from his skull, and his blood-red eyes scanned the villagers like a merchant examining livestock. + +Then he sneered. + +"Good to see you're all still alive and behaving," he said, his voice slithering with mockery. "Today… we'll be taking five." + +He paused, letting the word hang in the air. + +"Preferably children." + +A hush fell over the camp. + +The villagers stood frozen—breath held, fists clenched, expressions tight with quiet dread. + +Then the man who had spoken to Max the night before—Barry's father—stepped forward. His voice trembled with restrained fury. "Five? And children? The deal was two. And no children. That was the agreement." + +The Demon Envoy laughed—short and sharp. + +"Ah, yes… the deal." He tapped a clawed finger against his chin. "Funny thing about deals. They work… until they don't." + +He turned to his subordinates and snapped his fingers. + +"Go. Pick five." + +The demons didn't hesitate. + +They moved swiftly, stalking through the tents, ignoring the screams, pushing aside the elders, and grabbing children—by their arms, their collars, even their hair. + +"No!" a woman cried. "Please—not my daughter!" + +A boy no older than seven was yanked into the air, struggling, kicking. + +A little girl screamed for her mother as she was dragged toward the envoy. + +Then— + +A voice boomed across the camp. + +"Leave the children." + +It was Marcus, the ranch's leader. A broad-shouldered man with graying hair and a voice like thunder. He strode forward, fury in his eyes. + +"We had an understanding," he growled. "We suffer. We obey. But we keep the children out of this." + +The Demon Envoy's expression didn't change. He glanced at Marcus with mild interest. + +"And I said… it doesn't matter." + +He shrugged lazily. "You exist at our mercy. Not the other way around." + +From the shadows of his tent, Max watched it all unfold—his expression a mask of quiet fury. + +'Damn… this is worse than I imagined. They're not just controlling them… they're farming them.' + +His hands tightened in his lap. + +He didn't want to act yet—his body wasn't fully recovered. + +But this? + +This crossed every line. + +His eyes narrowed, glowing faintly beneath the fabric of the tent. + +He whispered under his breath. + +"Magic Sword Barrage." + +A ripple of energy swept across the field. + +Then— + +Boom! + +Five blue, glowing swords suddenly materialized in the air above the camp. They hovered in silence, each one humming with restrained power, their edges radiating deadly, magical heat. + +The demons turned, confused. + +"What—? Who's there?!" + +The Demon Envoy looked up, alarm flickering in his crimson eyes. "Who is it!?" + +But he never got an answer. + +One of the swords plummeted from the sky, tearing through the air like a falling comet— + +—and drove straight through the Demon Envoy's skull. + +CRACK! + +The sword pierced cleanly, exiting through his chest in a spray of black blood. + +His body twitched once— + +Then collapsed to the ground. + +Dead. + +A heartbeat later— + +WHUM! WHUM! WHUM! WHUM! + +The remaining four swords exploded downward, each finding its mark with ruthless precision. The other demons didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies were impaled, scorched, and dropped like broken dolls. + +Silence fell. + +All that remained was the soft hum of the swords fading into blue mist… and the stunned, disbelieving gasps of the villagers. + +Max sat quietly in the tent, his breath slow and measured, arms still covered in faintly glowing dragon scales. + +He had intervened. + +And just like that… Max had made his presence known. + +Moments after the last of the glowing blue swords faded into mist, the flap of his tent was thrown open. Several villagers rushed inside—faces pale, eyes wide with shock and fear, not relief. + +Marcus stood at the front, his fists clenched, his expression twisted in disbelief. + +"Was it you?" he asked, voice tight, almost trembling. "Did you kill them?" + +Max's brows furrowed. He had expected confusion—maybe some tension—but this? Panic? Fear? Anger? Not gratitude? + +"Yeah," Max said flatly. "It was me." + +Marcus's face turned red. He clutched the sides of his head as if trying to contain his thoughts. "Why would you do that?!" he barked, voice cracking. + +"They gave us a place to live… fields to grow our food… shelter. You've just doomed us all!" + +Max's expression hardened. Cold. Disgusted. + +"They gave you land? Shelter? And in return, what? Your people? Your children?" he asked, voice low, eyes narrowed. "That's not a deal. That's enslavement." + +"This is the only way we've survived," Marcus snapped back. "You think we haven't tried fighting? You think we wanted this life? We've been like this for generations!" + +Max scanned the others. Men. Women. Elders. + +And all of them wore the same look—resignation. Fear masquerading as wisdom. None of them dared to imagine another life. Their thoughts were caged. + +'What the hell happened to them?' Max wondered grimly. 'What kind of life breaks people like this?' + +But then— + +"We can fight! We can kill them!" + +The shout rang out across the tense silence. + +Everyone turned. + +It was Barry—the same sharp-eyed boy who had crept into Max's tent the night before. His small frame shook with rage, but his voice was firm. + +"They've taken our families—again and again! It's not fair! And I don't care how small I am—I want to grow strong and make them pay!" + +"Quiet, boy!" an older man barked. "You don't understand. We've lived this way for centuries." + +"Yeah," another muttered darkly. "Now you've shattered the order. No telling what the demons will do now." + +Barry spun toward them. "That doesn't mean we just sit and do nothing!" he shouted. "Even if we die fighting, it's better than living like this!" + +Max turned slowly to the boy. + +A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. + +There was still hope. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-364.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-364.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb4e7a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-364.md @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 364: Kill!" +slug: "ch-364" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 364 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1334 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Come here," Max said, his voice gentler now. + +Barry hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. + +"Do you really want to learn how to fight?" Max asked. + +Barry nodded eagerly, eyes shining with resolve. "Yes." + +Max grinned. "Good. Then watch closely the next time they come. I'll show you what real strength looks like." + +Barry's face lit up. "Okay!" + +Max ruffled his hair, then leaned back against his pillow of blankets. + +Later, after the villagers had dispersed, their voices could still be heard outside the tent, murmuring in heated tones. + +"He's going to bring trouble." + +"We should offer him to the demons. Apologize. Buy some time." + +"They'll come for blood now." + +Max heard every word. + +But he didn't flinch. + +He understood them. In their minds, they were still cattle. The idea of standing was alien to them. They hadn't seen the world outside—had never met people like him, Klaus, or any of the great guilds or families of the Valora Continent. + +They hadn't even met the true human powerhouses of this continent. + +They didn't know that true power could change fate. + +But they would learn. + +Max let the voices fade into the wind. + +He continued resting, letting his body regenerate. The dragon scales had done their job. The stiffness in his limbs had dulled to a manageable ache. He could now walk, even run, though not yet fight at his full strength. + +The sun dipped below the horizon, and once again, night fell over the camp. + +Just as Max reached for a water pouch beside him— + +He heard it. + +A low, thunderous rumble in the distance. + +Hooves. + +Heavy footfalls. Beasts. Metal armor. + +And then his Three Dimensional Body picked it up—dozens of approaching figures riding grotesque beasts, flanked by towering monsters. + +Max's eyes sharpened. + +Demons. + +And not just scouts. + +A hunting party. + +They were heading straight for the camp. + +Max stood up slowly, rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck, his blood beginning to stir. + +"Barry," he said quietly, eyes still locked in the distance, "get ready." + +The kid looked up from where he was sitting and blinked. "For what?" + +Max's lips curled into a calm, dangerous smile. + +"To watch how demons die." + +Max stepped out of the camp slowly, the morning air crisp against his skin. His footsteps were steady, deliberate. Behind him, Barry followed, his eyes wide with anticipation—but as they neared the edge of the tents, Max glanced back and gave a subtle shake of the head. + +"Stay back." + +Barry understood. + +He stopped where the camp ended, hiding behind a stack of wooden crates, just close enough to watch—but far enough to stay out of harm's way. + +At the edge of the village, thunderous footsteps rumbled through the earth. + +A group of twenty to thirty demons had arrived, mounted atop grotesque beasts—mutated lizards and horned wolves with red eyes and breath like steam. The demons were clad in crude armor, their skin ranging from gray to deep crimson, their auras oppressive, violent, heavy. + +They halted before the camp, and their eyes immediately fell on the five corpses lying in the dirt—dead demons from the envoy group that had arrived the day before. + +The reaction was immediate. + +Growls. Roars. Fangs bared. + +"Who killed them?!" one snarled, voice dripping with fury. His hand gripped the hilt of a jagged blade as he scanned the villagers, who had begun to spill from their tents—fear etched across every face. + +They said nothing. + +No one dared speak. + +They already knew what these demons were capable of. + +And they feared what would come next. + +Max stepped forward calmly, his posture relaxed, his eyes cold. + +"It was me." + +The demons turned toward him in unison. + +A red-skinned one—taller than the rest, with bone ridges along his arms—narrowed his eyes, examining Max closely. His aura flickered slightly as he scanned Max's strength. + +"Level one of the Adept Rank?" the demon scoffed. "You expect us to believe you killed five of our warriors? They were level fours and fives—fully armed, trained soldiers." + +Max said nothing. He simply stared at them, expression unreadable. + +The red-skinned demon sneered. "There's no way a weakling like you did this alone. Where are your companions?" + +Max's lips curved upward, just slightly. + +Then he asked, with a voice as calm as a quiet sea before a storm— + +"Where is the Tower of Truth?" + +The demons blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. + +Then understanding dawned. + +They exchanged glances. + +"Ah…" the red-skinned demon exhaled with a smirk. "So you're one of them. One of those humans from the foreign continent. No wonder you're stronger than the cattle here." + +Another demon grinned. "Don't bother playing games, kid. Call your people. We'll deal with you all at once." + +Max lowered his hands to his sides and took a slow step forward. + +"I'll ask once more." His tone dropped a degree. "Tell me where the Tower of Truth is… or I'll make this place your grave." + +The demons laughed—a chorus of mockery echoing across the field. + +"You hear that? He thinks he's scary!" + +"Trying to bluff his way out. Hilarious." + +"Come on, call your squad already. This is getting embarrassing." + +The red-skinned demon bared his teeth. "Stop pretending. We know you're stalling. There's no way someone at your level could take out five of ours. You're nothing but a loud brat with a death wish." + +Max's smile faded. + +His eyes sharpened. + +And behind him, hidden in the shadows, Barry watched—his heart pounding in his chest. + +He didn't know what Max was going to do.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +But something inside him told him… he was about to witness something he or even the entire ranch hadn't seen in a long time. + +Max exhaled softly and shook his head, almost in disappointment. + +Then, in a voice cold and calm as death itself, he whispered— + +"Magic Sword Barrage." + +The air above the demons shimmered. + +And then— + +They appeared. + +Hundreds of blue, glowing swords manifested in the sky, hovering in eerie silence. Each one pulsed with dense energy, their tips aimed downward, glinting in the sunlight like shards of vengeance. The air itself trembled under the weight of their presence, thick with the hum of power. + +Each blade wasn't just conjured—it was sharpened with Level 3 Sword Aura, a force so refined and lethal that even the beasts the demons rode began to snarl and twitch, unsettled by the oppressive storm now looming above. + +The demons looked up— + +And their confidence shattered. + +Their smug grins froze. + +Their eyes widened. + +Their throats tightened as they swallowed hard, the reality of their situation finally sinking in. + +Too late. + +They had underestimated him—badly. + +"You should've answered me," Max said coldly, his voice carrying through the stunned silence. "If you won't tell me where the Tower of Truth is…" + +He paused, his gaze icy. + +"…then there's no reason for you to live." + +And then— + +He dropped his hand. + +The sky obeyed. + +The swords fell like a storm of retribution. + +WHISTLING. SHRIEKING. SCREAMING. + +A rain of steel and light, hundreds of blades descending all at once, tearing through the ranks of demons in the blink of an eye. + +Some tried to flee. + +Some tried to shield themselves with magic. + +Some didn't even move—frozen in fear. + +None of it mattered. + +The first wave of swords pierced flesh, shattered bone, split armor like paper. Blood sprayed into the air. Screams were short-lived. The second wave left nothing but silence. The third was judgment. + +And when it was over— + +Only bodies remained. + +Scorched. Torn. Lifeless. + +A field of death painted in blue light and red blood. + +Max stood still, breathing quietly, his hands now lowered. + +Not a speck of blood had touched him. + +Behind the crates, Barry stared—awestruck, unmoving. His heart thudded in his chest as he looked at the field of corpses, at the boy who had stepped out of a tent and killed dozens without mercy. + +This wasn't just strength. + +This was domination. + +And at the center of it all stood Max, his eyes glowing faintly, calm… and utterly unshaken. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-365.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-365.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ad15fd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-365.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 365: Worship as a God" +slug: "ch-365" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 365 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood amid the ruined field, where the corpses of dozens of demons lay motionless, limbs twisted, weapons shattered, bodies pierced clean through by the glowing remnants of his sword barrage. + +He didn't blink. + +Didn't flinch. + +There was no pity in his gaze. + +They used humans like cattle. That alone had sealed their fate. + +With a quiet exhale, Max turned around—intending to speak to Barry—but froze mid-step. + +His breath caught in his throat at what he saw. + +All of them. + +The villagers—every man, woman, elder, and child—had fallen to their knees. Foreheads pressed against the dirt. Hands clasped together. Prostrating themselves before him like devout followers worshipping a god. + +'What the hell…?' + +Max's brow furrowed, eyes darting across the sea of bowed figures. For a moment, he was too stunned to speak. + +Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. + +'Right…' he thought. 'They've never seen power like this before.' + +Of course they hadn't. These people had lived their entire lives at the bottom of a system designed to keep them weak. To them, someone who could kill a demon—much less thirty of them at once—wasn't just powerful. + +He was divine. + +"I killed the demons who came today," Max said clearly, his voice rising above the murmurs of awe. "But this place—this camp—is known to them. Others will come." + +He swept his gaze across them, firm but not unkind. "You need to leave this area. Move to somewhere safer." + +There was a moment of silence. + +Then Marcus raised his head slightly, his eyes wide and shimmering. + +"No," he said, voice trembling. "We… we aren't going anywhere. You—" + +He bowed again, pressing his forehead against the dirt. + +"—you are a god. You have the strength of a god. We will follow you… wherever you lead us." + +A ripple of agreement echoed through the camp. Whispers of "God…" and "Protector…" and "Heaven-sent…" passed from tent to tent like wildfire. + +Max's jaw clenched slightly. + +'And now I've got a whole village ready to worship me. Great.' + +He shook his head. "I'm not a god," he muttered under his breath, then turned back toward his tent. + +"Pack your things!" he called out, louder this time. "We're moving. I'll lead you somewhere safer—somewhere with other human settlements. If they exist on this continent, we'll find them." + +Behind him, the villagers bowed one last time before scrambling to follow his orders, gathering their belongings and dismantling the tents with newfound purpose. + +--- + +Inside the tent, the flap rustled closed behind Max as he stepped inside, Barry right on his heels. + +Max dropped down onto the cot, the worn frame creaking under him. He glanced at the boy with a faint grin. + +"So…" he asked, casually leaning back against the wall. "How was it?" + +Barry's face lit up like a sunbeam. "It was awesome!" he said, practically vibrating. "You didn't even lift your hand—and they were just… gone!" + +Max chuckled, shaking his head. "It wasn't that flashy." + +"Yes it was," Barry grinned. "They looked so scary at first—and then you crushed them like they were bugs." + +Max smiled faintly. + +But then his tone shifted—softer, but serious. + +"You can get strong too," he said. "Strong enough to protect the people you care about. But first, I need to know something." + +Barry tilted his head. "What?" + +Max leaned forward slightly. "What class did you awaken with?" + +The boy blinked. "Class…?" + +"Oh—wait." Max blinked and gave a quiet laugh at himself, rubbing his temple. "I forgot…" + +He shook his head. "You have to be at least fifteen to awaken a class in the Awakening Dungeon." + +Barry looked confused, but Max waved it off with a smile. "Never mind that. You'll get there eventually. For now…" + +His expression turned thoughtful. + +"Do you have a sword?" + +Barry shook his head immediately. "No. The demons never allowed us to carry weapons. Not even sticks too long, they'd take those away too." + +Max's expression darkened at that, his jaw tightening. Of course they wouldn't allow it… + +He thought for a moment, then said, "Alright. A stick will do for now. Go find one and bring it back. Something straight, sturdy—about as long as your arm." + +Barry nodded eagerly and dashed out of the tent. + +The moment the boy left, the flap rustled again—and in stepped Marcus, the village leader, along with Barry's father, both of them carrying a large wooden box between them. + +"We'll be ready to move in an hour," Marcus said respectfully, setting the box down before lowering himself to one knee. + +Barry's father followed, his gaze lowered in reverence. + +Marcus gestured to the box. "Inside… is something we used to worship. We believed it was divine. Sacred. But it never responded. Never did anything for us. So…" he hesitated, then continued. "Please accept it now—as a token of our faith in you." + +Max sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. + +Too simple-minded, he thought. They've spent so long under the heel of the demons, they don't know how else to live except through worship or fear. + +Still… he didn't push them away. + +"Alright," Max said gently. "You can go. I won't accept your worship, but I will accept your trust. And I'll make sure to lead you to a place where you won't need to fear demons ever again." + +Both men bowed their heads, their expressions filled with gratitude, then quietly left the tent. + +Max sat in silence for a moment, eyeing the box with mild curiosity. + +What did they worship before me? he wondered. + +He reached forward and placed his hand on the lid. It felt cold to the touch—unnaturally cold. Slowly, cautiously, he lifted it just a few inches— + +And immediately— + +BOOM. + +A heavy, oppressive pressure poured out like an invisible wave, flooding the tent. + +Max's body tensed. His breath caught in his chest. + +Even with the lid only slightly ajar, the sheer weight of the aura was enough to make the air tremble. It was primordial, ancient… something wild and untamable. + +He felt it in his bones. + +'Worship me,' it seemed to whisper. 'Bow before me.' + +And for a fleeting second— + +He almost did. + +Only a flicker of his willpower kept him grounded. + +"This...!" Max was stunned as he immediately released his own pressure from his dragon bloodline eventually suppressing the pressure from whatever was inside the box. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-366.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-366.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6fd0862 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-366.md @@ -0,0 +1,196 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 366: Teaching the Kid" +slug: "ch-366" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 366 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Inside— + +Lay a single, massive bone. Roughly the length of Max's arm, thick and yellowed with age, but laced with dark red runic veins—natural, not carved—and pulsing faintly as if still alive. + +Max stared at it, stunned. + +"...This is a dragon bone," he muttered under his breath. + +He held his breath and focused more closely. + +Not just any dragon's bone. + +It carried the aura of royalty, of dominion—something primal and overwhelming. It felt close to what he'd once read about in ancient texts… + +"Maybe a True Dragon?" + +But after a moment, he shook his head. + +"No," he whispered. "If it was from a true dragon… this entire region would be suffocating in its presence. This is something else. A descendant maybe. A lesser bloodline." + +Still… + +Even a fragment from a lesser true-blooded dragon was no small thing. + +It radiated immense energy—raw and dense. And it was untouched by any refining. The villagers must've thought it was a sacred relic… and to them, it might've been. But to Max? + +This was valuable. + +Dangerous. + +And… useful. + +Max reached toward the box once more, his fingers curling tightly around the ancient dragon bone. + +The moment his skin made contact, the pressure returned—an invisible weight that pressed against his chest, daring him to submit. + +But this time, Max was ready. + +His eyes narrowed. + +His right hand ignited in black flames, the cursed energy swirling hungrily, crackling with dark light. + +"Devour," he whispered, his voice calm, focused. + +The flames surged in response, leaping off his skin like a living creature, wrapping around the bone with violent intensity. Within seconds, the massive relic began to blacken, crumble, and disintegrate—its mighty aura consumed by the infernal blaze.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +By the time the flames dimmed, all that remained was a small pile of glowing ash. + +And then— + +[Draconic Essence increased by 242] + +[Draconic Essence: 300] + +Max's eyes widened as the message flashed across his vision. + +He exhaled, stunned. "Two hundred and forty-two...?" + +That was a massive leap. + +He had expected a substantial boost—the pressure from the bone alone had hinted at its rarity—but this was beyond his estimates. + +He clenched his fists, feeling the surge of new strength flowing through his limbs. + +Three hundred Draconic Essences, added to his Dragon Scales Transformation and his natural growth, had brought his physical form to a terrifying level. + +He hadn't even fully tested his limits after advancing to Level 1 of the Adept Rank, but now? + +Now he was confident. + +Level 3 of Seeker Rank? + +Level 4? + +He could take them. Easily. + +And at full strength… even he didn't know what he was truly capable of. + +He looked down at his arms, feeling the energy pulsing beneath his skin like a heartbeat. + +"Now," Max whispered to himself, his voice thick with quiet awe, "I have a body so divine… so indestructible… no one in the Lower Domain should be able to break it." + +Even his 433 Dragon Scales alone made him nearly invincible. But now—with 300 Essences amplifying his draconic foundation—his body had truly become a fortress. + +Not just sturdy. Sacred. + +He smiled faintly. "Even peak Expert Ranks would struggle to leave a scratch." + +Just then— + +The flap of his tent was pushed aside. + +Barry stepped in, holding a crooked stick in one hand, his other resting on his hip. He was grinning from ear to ear. + +"Big Brother..." he said, eyes bright. "Should I call you that? Can I?" + +Max blinked, then laughed softly. He nodded. + +"You can call me Big Brother," he said warmly. "Though my name's Max." + +Barry beamed at that. + +Max gestured toward the bed. "Come, sit." + +Barry obeyed, hopping up onto the edge of the bed with a bounce, the stick still in his lap like a prized possession. + +Max looked at him for a moment, thoughtful. + +Then he called out mentally, "Blob?" + +"Yeah?" came the response almost immediately, dry as usual. + +"Can I send the memory of a skill directly into this kid's mind through my soul?" + +"Of course," Blob replied casually. "It's one of the basic uses of soul energy. As long as you're willing and your target's soul is open, you can share experiences, memories, even skills." + +He paused for a second. + +"But just know… once he awakens his class, the skills you give him won't automatically be recognized by his system. So if he trains with it now, he'll know it, but the system won't formally register it." + +Max nodded slowly. + +"Doesn't matter," he said. "Right now, I want to give him a head start. Something to believe in. Something to sharpen." + +He turned to Barry, eyes calm and focused. + +"You ready to learn something cool?" + +Barry nodded excitedly. "More than ready!" + +Max smiled, then reached out and placed his hand gently on the boy's forehead. + +"Then let me show you the first step," he whispered. + +And with a thought—he poured the memory of Basic Sword Art skill directly into Barry's mind. + +Barry groaned softly, clutching his head as a wave of foreign knowledge surged through his mind. His brows furrowed, and for a moment, he looked like he might faint. But Max, already anticipating the reaction, gently placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and guided the influx of memory using his own soul energy. + +The chaos in Barry's mind began to settle. + +And after a few minutes, it was over. + +Barry blinked, stunned. His mouth hung open slightly as he stared at Max in disbelief. + +"I-I… suddenly know so many things," he stammered. "I know how to use a sword. Like… really use it." + +His eyes widened in awe, and the already deep respect towards Max in his gaze grew tenfold. + +Max gave him a small smile. "Good," he said calmly. "Now go and practice what you've learned a few times. Burn it into your muscle memory." + +Barry nodded enthusiastically and stepped to the side, gripping the stick in both hands like it was a treasured blade. He took a deep breath and settled into a basic sword stance, the memory guiding his form. + +Then he began— + +Cut. Parry. Horizontal slash. Upward arc. Backward pivot. Guard stance. + +Each movement was slightly awkward at first—his small limbs not yet strong enough to keep perfect form—but the intent was there. The foundation was solid. + +Max watched silently, occasionally offering soft guidance. + +"Lower your shoulders." + +"Bend your knees a little more." + +"Your stance is too wide—pull it in." + +Barry absorbed it all, adjusting, refining. And after just two rounds of practice, Max gave him a nod of approval. + +"That's good. You've got the basics down. From here on, it's all up to you—how far you push yourself, how much time you're willing to put in." + +Barry stood straight and bowed deeply, still holding the stick to his chest. "Thank you, Big Brother Max! I'll get really strong—I promise!" + +Then, grinning from ear to ear, he ran out of the tent, eager to begin his solo practice. + +Max watched him go and shook his head lightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. + +'That kid's got spirit.' + +--- + +Some time passed, and Max was called by a group of villagers. They had packed up the camp and were ready to move. + +"We've prepared a cart for you," Marcus said. "Please, ride comfortably." + +Max gave a silent nod and did as they asked, stepping up and settling himself in the cart's straw-padded back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-367.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-367.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c463b13 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-367.md @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 367: Problem at Hand" +slug: "ch-367" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 367 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1204 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As the caravan began its slow journey down the winding dirt path, Max sat quietly in the cart as it creaked along the dirt path, the sounds of wheels grinding over rocks and beasts snorting in rhythm fading into the background. + +His mind, however, was far from still. + +There was one problem that kept resurfacing—one that felt more urgent the stronger he became. + +Infernal energy. + +He could hold it in his body. That had already been proven when he survived the sealing pit and emerged stronger than ever. His body, unlike most humans, possess natural affinity to infernal energy thanks to his Unholy Trinity Physique. But there was something fundamentally flawed in the way he possessed it. + +Unlike mana—which had a clear source, like a golden core that circulated energy in this case mana naturally through the body—infernal energy had no such anchor. + +The only source of infernal energy in Max's body was the Infernal Demon Tattoo etched into his right palm. It wasn't like his soul palace or his core had generated it. It was external, branded onto him like a curse. + +A dangerous blessing. + +And that difference mattered more than he initially realized. + +Because although his body could handle the infernal energy—could even wield it in combat—it wasn't so easy to control. + +When the Twelve-Layer Infernal Demon Tattoo had fully awakened, the energy hadn't stayed limited to his arm. It had begun flowing through his entire body like mana would—circulating through his veins, saturating his bones, seeping into his muscles. Corrupting him entire body. + +But it wasn't mana. + +Mana was calm. Natural. Intuitive. Like a river flowing gently through the landscape of the soul. + +Infernal energy was chaos. Fire. A storm that wanted to devour everything in its path. + +More than that, it was pure evil. + +And when it filled his body, it didn't come gently. It surged like a tidal wave—distorting his thoughts, warping his emotions. Rage, hatred, bloodlust… They came uninvited, twisting his sense of control. + +Most importantly— + +Even with his Unholy Trinity Physique, Mad had no control over the infernal energy whatsoever. It was like having arms but not the control over them. + +That was the real problem. + +He wasn't afraid of the power itself—he welcomed it. But he couldn't accept the lack of control that came with it. + +He needed more than just the ability to endure it. He needed to tame it. + +To command it. + +Because right now, it was like carrying a dragon on his back. One moment of weakness, and it could burn everything down—including the people he wanted to protect. + +Max looked down at his hand. + +The tattoo pulsed faintly, dark red lines glowing beneath the skin. + +'I need to change this,' he thought. 'This can't just be borrowed power. It has to be mine. It has to obey me.' + +His goal wasn't just to harness infernal energy—it was to reshape its nature inside his body. To build a structure, a core, something permanent, where this energy could rest without threatening to consume him. + +He didn't just want to survive it. + +He wanted to master it. + +Because one day, he'd face beings who could control infernal energy like it was second nature. + +Mark. + +Maybe even beings beyond him. + +And when that time came, Max couldn't afford to be someone who was merely enduring infernal power. + +He needed to be the one who defined it. + +As Max sat deep in thought, still wrestling with the untamed chaos of the infernal energy in his body, his soul suddenly tensed—a subtle pull, like a ripple in still water. + +He snapped back to the present. + +His eyes narrowed. His spiritual perception sharpened. + +Presence. + +Many of them. + +'Demons…' he realized immediately. + +His Three-Dimensional Body activated instinctively, scanning the terrain around them. The caravan was slowly passing through a sloped pass, the terrain curving downward with high, grassy ridges on either side—perfect for an ambush. + +And there—scattered across the slope like shadows under the morning sun—demons watched silently. Dozens of them. Crouching in the tall grass, some standing openly with weapons strapped to their backs, others perched like vultures. + +Yet not a single one moved to attack. + +Max's brows furrowed. + +'Why are they just watching?' + +He stayed still, pretending to remain unaware, but his mind raced. There was something unnatural about their stillness. Demons weren't known for hesitation. If they saw weakness, they struck. If they smelled fear, they chased. So what were they waiting for? + +--- + +Not far from the caravan, hidden behind a row of boulders along the slope, a cluster of demons spoke in low, guttural tones. + +One of them—lean, with a slit pupil and dark reddish skin—squinted toward the caravan below. + +"Where did that human kid come from?" + +"He's not from here," another replied, crouched beside him. "Could be someone from the Saint Human Alliance." + +A third demon, gripping a spear, clicked his tongue. "Then what the hell is he doing in a ranch caravan?" + +"I think he fell from the sky," someone muttered. "Remember the shooting star a few nights ago? Landed somewhere near this area." + +"Bah," the spear-wielding demon growled. "What does it matter? He's walking with livestock. That makes him livestock too. We should just go down there and kill him." + +But another—an older one with small, curling horns and a calmer tone—held up a hand. "Don't forget. This area is part of the No-Kill Zone." + +The others scowled. + +"And don't be so sure we're alone," the horned one added. "I'd bet good bone-coin the Elves have scouts watching the same thing right now. One wrong move, and we'll have more than just human pests to deal with. The alliance in this region would fracture." + +"You think I care?" another spat. + +"You should," the horned one said coldly. "We wait. Observe. If this kid becomes a threat, we'll crush him later. But not here. Not now." + +The demons fell silent, their gazes locked on Max like predators waiting for permission to pounce. + +--- + +High above, on the opposite hilltop, another group watched. Hidden among the trees, cloaked in armor and old battle-scars, humans observed the same caravan from afar. + +Two figures stood out from the rest. + +One was a grizzled, broad-shouldered elder with a thick beard and steely eyes. The other—a calm man with long white hair—wore golden armor that gleamed faintly under the sunlight. His presence was still, but commanding. + +The old man frowned. "Where did this boy come from? He's strong—too strong to be a ranch-born slave—but only Level 1 of Adept Rank. I doubt he's one of the official geniuses from Valora." + +He turned to the white-haired man beside him. "What do you think, Mars?" + +Mars didn't answer immediately. His gaze was fixed on Max, thoughtful, analyzing every movement, every aura fluctuation. + +"…I don't know," Mars admitted quietly. "But whatever he's done—or will do—it's enough to tip the balance here. His actions might unravel the fragile alliance we've built in this region." + +A third voice cut in—sharp, arrogant. + +A young man with spiky brown hair stepped forward, arms crossed. "Then we pretend we didn't see it. That kid clearly has a screw loose. We've kept this peace for twenty years. I'm not throwing that away for some random hero complex." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-368.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-368.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee4fbdd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-368.md @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 368: One Punch to All" +slug: "ch-368" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 368 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1204 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Mars didn't respond to him directly. Instead, he turned back to the elder. + +"I'm reporting this to my father. He'll know what to do." + +He looked back at the spiky-haired man, his tone growing firm. + +"And we're not abandoning him. Or the other humans in that caravan." + +"They're still our people," Mars said. "Even if they've been forgotten, we don't forget." + +The arrogant man scoffed but said nothing. + +The old man nodded slowly, though his eyes held concern. "We'll report it, yes. But the caravan's heading toward Elven territory. That's a problem." + +--- + +Max sat quietly in the back of the cart, his body still but his senses razor-sharp. His golden-yellow soul hummed faintly, scanning the landscape in every direction, like an unseen radar pulsing outward. + +And then he felt it. + +Faint fluctuations. Movement—not demonic. + +His eyes narrowed. + +"Humans?" he murmured, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Finally." + +A wave of relief washed over him. If there were human scouts in the area, then maybe—just maybe—he wouldn't have to keep protecting these villagers on his own. Maybe someone else could take them in. + +But just as the thought passed through his mind— + +Alarm. + +Max's Three-Dimensional Body flared with warning, a powerful jolt shooting through his instincts. Without thinking, he moved. + +SWISH! + +A sharp gust of air tore past his cheek as an arrow whistled through the air and struck the side of the cart. + +But Max's hand snapped forward, catching it cleanly before it could embed itself in the wood. + +He blinked. + +It hadn't been aimed at him. Even if he hadn't took action, the arrow would probably miss him and would hit the side wall of the cart. + +Frowning, he inspected the arrow. Tied to the shaft was a piece of white cloth, neatly folded and marked with dark ink. He unraveled it carefully and read the message written in elegant, flowing script: + +"Human, you should leave this place." + +Max's brows furrowed. He glanced at the arrow again, analyzing its design. Slender, sleek, and perfectly balanced. Not demonic craftsmanship. + +And from what he'd seen of the nearby demons, none of them carried bows. + +Humans wouldn't address him and the villagers like 'humans.' + +That left only one possibility. + +"Elves," he muttered under his breath. + +Who else would fire a warning shot that deliberately missed? + +He stepped out of the cart, his gaze lifting toward the ridgeline where the arrow had likely come from. + +But the slope was empty—no sign of elves. Not even a shimmer of movement. + +His attention shifted. + +High up on the opposite slope, shadows moved. + +Demons. + +Dozens of them, lined up like hunters preparing for a feast, their eyes trained on Max with eager, cruel smiles. + +One stepped forward. + +He was massive—nearly eight feet tall—with skin the color of scorched iron and thick, sinewy muscles coiling beneath his armor. His eyes glowed like molten steel. + +"Kid, you finally showed yourself," the demon rumbled, his voice like gravel grinding underfoot. "We've been watching. Waiting." + +He cracked his knuckles. "A weakling like you—Level 1 of Adept Rank—thought you could just stroll through our territory?" + +He sneered. "You're in over your head." + +Max's lips curved into a slow, cold smile. + +"Is that so?" he replied, stretching his arms behind his back and rolling his neck until it popped. + +Then— + +BOOM. + +The ground beneath him shattered as he activated his 300 Draconic Essences. Dust shot up in a plume behind him as he launched forward like a missile, his feet carving craters into the earth. + +The demons' sneers faded, replaced by flickers of alarm. + +The tall demon leapt down to meet him mid-air, his massive fist pulled back. + +'Of all the things he could do… he's using brute force? Against me?' the demon scoffed inwardly. 'How naive.' + +They collided. + +For a second, everything went still. + +And then— + +BANG! + +A violent shockwave blasted outward. + +The demon's body didn't just break—it exploded. + +Blood sprayed like a crimson mist. Bones were reduced to mush, crushed under the force of Max's momentum. + +Under the raw power of 300 Draconic Essences. + +And Max didn't stop. + +His figure tore through the remains, landing with thunderous impact right in the middle of the demon horde, the earth cracking beneath his boots. + +Dozens of demons stepped back instinctively. + +Max stood there, dust swirling around him, his body crackling with draconic power, eyes glowing like molten gold. + +He lifted his head slowly. + +"Who's next?" + +Max's voice echoed like thunder across the rocky pass. + +A low, dangerous growl—calm, but full of promise. + +As the words left his lips, a burst of Fire Aura surged from his body. It wasn't just a flicker or glow—it was a blazing, suffocating torrent of heat, igniting the air around him. + +The level 3 Fire Aura roared to life, and in the blink of an eye, the blood and flesh that had splattered over him from the demon's obliterated body evaporated into ash—leaving Max untouched, clean, and burning with raw power. + +Dust swirled at his feet, stirred by the heat. His gaze swept over the crowd of stunned demons, unblinking. + +--- + +On the nearby slope, hidden among dense trees and camouflaged cloaks, the group of humans stared wide-eyed, stunned into silence. + +It was the old man who spoke first, exhaling sharply. "By the heavens… he killed a Level 10 Adept with his bare hands." + +"And he's only Level 1 himself," another muttered, still staring at the cratered ground and the blood vapor in the air. "He didn't even use a weapon—just brute force." + +A third added, voice hushed in awe, "Fighting a demon physically is suicide. Their bodies are built for battle. But he crushed that one like it was a twig." + +Mars didn't speak immediately. His eyes remained fixed on Max, his golden armor catching flickers of the fading firelight below. + +Then, slowly, he smiled. + +"It seems we… underestimated him," he said quietly.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +Only the arrogant young man among them didn't share the sentiment. His brows were furrowed, his arms crossed tightly. + +"He killed a demon," he said coldly. "That's not something we can just overlook. The peace… is shattered now. That was the first stone thrown." + +Mars didn't respond—his eyes hadn't left Max. + +--- + +Across the slope, within the shade of another high ridge, the elves watched too. + +Their group was mostly composed of tall, lithe figures with flowing cloaks and eyes that shimmered like moonlight. Nearly all of them were women, their features elegant and ethereal—cold, calculating, and fierce. + +One of them lowered her longbow, her silver hair swaying in the wind. "He caught the warning arrow." + +Another, younger elf whispered, "His strength.... It's beyond any human I have seen in raw strength wise." + +"Not just strength," an older elf corrected, her tone firm. "He looked so calm in the midst of the demons. It reminded me of someone." + +Everyone understood whom she meant by saying that. + +The leader of the scout among them, a woman with emerald eyes and a regal bearing, narrowed her gaze. + +"That boy… he's dangerous," she murmured. + +"Should we intervene?" one of the scouts asked. + +"No," the leader replied. "Not yet. Let the demons decide how foolish they want to be." + +Her gaze didn't waver. "If he survives, perhaps we'll speak." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-369.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-369.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aeb3d68 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-369.md @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 369: Fully Utilizing the 300 Draconic Essences" +slug: "ch-369" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 369 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's eyes swept over the group of demons, all of whom were now visibly trembling. + +Their fear was palpable—etched into their snarling, twitching faces. + +Just moments ago, they had stood tall, arrogant, mocking him. After all, demons were creatures of raw power, their bodies forged in war, their muscles bred for slaughter. A single human—a boy—should not have been able to kill one of them in a head-on clash. + +But now? + +Now they stared at Max like prey would look at a predator they never expected. + +He exhaled, steam curling from his lips as his aura surged. + +He wasn't just stronger than them. He was beyond them. + +And in their eyes, it was no longer a battle. + +It was a massacre waiting to happen. + +Max took a step forward. + +"Let's end this, shall we?" + +And then— + +BOOM. + +He vanished, the ground beneath his feet shattering from the explosive force of his takeoff. + +In the next instant, he appeared in front of the nearest demon. + +The demon barely had time to blink. + +BANG! + +A single punch—raw, brutal, and unrestrained—obliterated the creature. Blood mist sprayed into the air. Bone fragments scattered like brittle glass. The demon didn't just die—it was annihilated, its body reduced to pulp in a heartbeat. + +"RUN!" one of them screamed, sheer panic lacing his voice. "He's a monster!" + +Chaos broke out. + +The remaining demons scattered like frightened animals, dashing in all directions, abandoning formation, strategy, and pride. + +But they weren't fast enough. + +Max was faster. + +Much faster. + +With a thunderous leap, he shot through the air like a cannonball, closing the distance between himself and his next victim in a blur of motion. + +Another demon turned just in time to see Max's knee drive directly into his chest. + +CRACK! + +The demon's torso caved in with a sickening crunch, ribs snapping like twigs, organs pulverized in an instant. He flew backward, slammed into a rock wall—and didn't move again. + +Max didn't slow down. + +His body zigzagged through the battlefield like a storm let loose, blurring between demons, closing the gap before they could even scream. + +BANG! + +A backhand crushed a demon's skull sideways. + +BOOM! + +A downward stomp reduced another into a twitching mass on the ground. + +CRACK! BANG! SNAP! + +Fists, elbows, knees—every part of Max's body became a weapon. The raw power drawn from his 300 Draconic Essences made his strikes apocalyptic. Bones didn't just break—they disintegrated. Flesh didn't tear—it was vaporized. + +His physicality had surpassed what any Adept Rank should've been capable of. + +To the demons, he wasn't human. + +He was a living, breathing force of destruction. + +Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang! + +One by one, they fell. + +Some tried to fight back. Others tried to flee. + +It didn't matter. + +Max caught them all—and none of them survived. + +Within moments, the canyon was silent. + +Only the howling wind remained, weaving through the rocks like a ghost. + +The ground was littered with torn limbs, crushed torsos, and puddles of blood—nothing intact, nothing whole. The air stank of scorched flesh and fear. + +Max stood in the center, his chest rising and falling steadily, his fists coated in demon blood, steam rising from his arms. + +He hadn't used his sword. + +He hadn't used skills. + +No technique. No aura-infused arts.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +Only his body. Only his strength. + +And not a single demon remained alive. + +He rolled his shoulder, letting out a breath. His eyes—still calm as ever—scanned the carnage around him. + +'That's what 300 Draconic Essences looks like,' he thought, his tone flat and emotionless in his own head. + +Max exhaled calmly as his Level 3 Flame Aura erupted around his body, crackling to life with a deep, radiant heat. Flames coiled around him like serpents made of light, dancing across his skin. + +SHEESH! + +The demon blood and shredded remains clinging to him were instantly vaporized, turned to ash and steam that drifted into the breeze. Not a trace remained. + +His body was left clean, glowing faintly with residual heat. + +Max rolled his neck and shoulders, loosening the tightness that had built up over the last two days. + +"I feel good now," he muttered to himself, flexing his fingers. + +Two days of immobility had left him restless. Caged. The sensation of freedom, of movement, made his limbs feel alive again. He could feel every fiber in his muscles thrumming with strength—dangerous, boiling strength. + +But then, he sensed something—a shift in the air. + +He turned his head slightly. + +From behind the ridge, four more demons appeared, stepping into view with slow, measured strides. Unlike the ones before, their bodies were darker—deep crimson, almost black—glowing faintly from within like iron pulled from a forge. + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +Their auras were different. He didn't need his soul perception to know it—these weren't ordinary Adepts. + +Seeker Rank. + +Three of them pulsed with the strength of the 4th, 5th, and 6th levels of the Seeker Realm. + +But the fourth… + +His presence pressed against the atmosphere like a grinding mountain. + +Peak Seeker Rank. + +One of the demon stepped forward first—broad-shouldered, wielding a massive axe strapped to his back. As he unslung the weapon, he sneered, revealing rows of jagged teeth. + +His strength was at the level 4 of Seeker Rank. + +"Since when did a human become so rampant?" he growled, voice low and guttural, each word laced with contempt. + +Max let out a soft chuckle and tilted his head. + +"I don't know about the others," he replied coolly, "but yeah… I'm definitely more rampant than most." + +The demon's sneer deepened. "Die!" + +He lunged forward in a blur of movement, lifting the axe overhead and bringing it crashing down toward Max like a falling star. + +BOOM! + +The earth beneath Max's feet cracked and exploded outward in a shockwave as he caught the axe—with one hand. + +The force of the blow was monstrous, splitting the ground into fractured veins. Dust and rock flew in every direction. + +But Max stood firm. + +His arm buzzed with the full might of 300 Draconic Essences, the tendons in his hand glowing faintly with internal force. It looked effortless—as though he were holding a wooden stick, not a demon-forged axe. + +The demon's eyes widened, veins bulging from his forehead as he gritted his teeth and tried to press the weapon further. "What?! How—how are you this strong?!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-37.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-37.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1435cca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-37.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 37: Flame Salamander" +slug: "ch-37" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 37 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1261 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Is that a salamander?" Max asked, his eyes gazing at the big reptile-like monster bathing in the lava pool. + +"Seems like it," Alice nodded. + +"Hmmm." Max pondered as he examined the boss chamber. It was a circular hall supported by five pillars. In the middle lay a lava pool, where a salamander with dark skin was swimming, unaware of the hunters who had come to hunt it. + +"So, what should it be?" Max asked, looking at Alice. "Should I kill it with one powerful hit, or will it be you two who will handle the salamander?" + +"Kill it in one hit?" Alice scoffed. "A salamander possesses very thick skin. It should be impossible to even injure it without continuous attacks from a party of level 10 Novice Ranks. And you think you can kill it in one hit?" + +Max liked the challenge in her eyes. "What if I kill it in one move? Then what are you going to do?" he asked teasingly. + +"You simply can't do that." Alice didn't believe it and said with a flustered expression, "If you can indeed kill the salamander in one hit, then after you enter and settle in our guild, I will be your guide to various features of our guild." She said this, though she didn't believe for a second that Max could kill the salamander in one hit. + +"Haha. Good, I like your condition." Max chuckled. "Then watch closely." + +He aimed at the salamander with his index finger, and almost instantly, a small blue ball of light formed at the tip of his finger. + +'That bullet, or whatever the skill is, definitely couldn't penetrate the salamander's skin,' Alice thought secretly. + +However, just at that moment, the small blue ball of light began to glow more brightly, and its size began to increase little by little. + +As the size increased, the aura from the blue ball of light became deadlier with each passing second. Even Alice could feel the aura emanating from the blue ball, which was very threatening. + +'This! What did he do? How did he do this? What skill is this?' Alice was completely stunned as she saw the football-sized blue ball float at the tip of Max's finger. The aura it released was enough to even threaten her. She felt as if she were facing an attack so powerful that unless she used her forbidden move, she wouldn't survive. + +Just at that moment, the size of the blue ball shrunk to the size of an actual bullet, shining brightly amidst the dim dungeon. + +"GRRRR!" + +The salamander also sensed the aura from Max's finger, but it was too late. + +"VWOOSH!" + +Like a blue laser light, the bullet zoomed in on the salamander, tearing a gaping hole through it and colliding with the other side of the boss room wall. + +BANG! + +A big explosion occurred as the bullet collided with the boss room wall, sending a shockwave throughout the boss room. + +But only a moment later, calmness returned to the boss chamber as if nothing had happened, as the explosion died down. + +"What was that?" Alice asked, but then she shook her head. "Wait, you don't have to tell me. I've been asking you this question so many times since we met... though it's all your fault for that." + +Max chuckled. "Just don't forget the bet." + +Alice sneered. "We'll see that after you enter the guild." + +Max nodded, smiling, before turning to the salamander corpse, whose body began to glow with red light before disappearing, leaving behind a bunch of items. + +"If there's a skill that dropped, then I want it," Max said before dashing toward the lava pool. + +"Yeah, you can take whatever you want," Alice said casually. After she had gotten what she was here for, she didn't have any interest in this dungeon. + +"Good." Max saw a bunch of items fallen on the floor beside the lava pool. It was then that his eyes spotted the one thing he had been looking for—a skill scroll. + +He took the skill in hand and inspected it. + +[Infernal Coating, Uncommon Rank] + +"Uncommon rank..." Max smiled and immediately learned the skill. + +After that, he went ahead and took all the items on the floor. 'I will make some big money after I get out of the dungeon,' Max daydreamed about being rich as he collected all the items. + +"All done. Now we can leave this dungeon," Max arrived before the two ladies, ready to depart. + +"What's with that disgusting expression when you were collecting the items?" Alice asked with an ugly face. + +"I was just happy thinking I would be getting rich now," Max said, smiling at her as they walked toward the door. + +"I see." Alice nodded while thinking about how poor Max must be, that just with these things, he thought he would become rich. + +Soon, they touched the door and appeared at the canyon outside the boss chamber. + +A blue portal waited for them there. + +"Let's leave then," Max said, turning to Alice. + +Alice nodded, but her expression turned solemn. "I don't know who sent the Bouncer Squad to kill me, but since I live and they are dead, whoever sent them will try to assassinate me again. So, outside, it would be better if you act like you don't know me; otherwise, it might get you into some big trouble." + +Max pondered over her words and nodded. He definitely didn't want to become a target of some powerful guilds when he was this weak. + +"Alright, I'll do as you say," he said to her. + +"Good, I will wait for you at the guild," Alice said, giving him a very warm smile before she went into the portal with Amy, disappearing before Max's eyes. + +Max stood there for a moment blankly. "No, what is it with me? I am just fifteen. I shouldn't get entangled in this type of thing." He hammered his head lightly and sighed. + +Shaking his head, he went into the portal and disappeared from the dungeon. + +--- + +Appearing outside of the dungeon, Max breathed in the fresh air as the cool wind brushed against his face, making him feel relaxed. The hot air and the temperature in the Burning Wilds dungeon had been too much for a weak soul like him. + +However, he noticed something different when he paid attention to the crowd before him. He saw many drones with microphones flying over the large crowd, questioning every individual who came from the portal. + +Max saw the situation and immediately understood it might be because of their late clearance of the dungeon. + +'It will be even more chaos when the Bouncer Squad doesn't come outside,' he mused as he slipped through the crowd, ignoring the constant questioning from the drones. + +"Can you please report what happened inside the dungeon?" + +"Please tell us what happened?" + +"If you don't mind..." + +After fighting through the crowd, Max finally came outside, where he saw Alice and Amy with the old man they had come with. He heard them talking about something. + +Max turned away from them and looked towards the portal, noticing more and more people were coming out. + +'I should leave before the chaos breaks out,' Max decided, heading out from the Burning Wilds dungeon area. + +However, he hadn't gone far when a loud voice reached everyone's ears who had gathered before the Burning Wilds dungeon. + +"Those who have just come out of the Burning Wilds dungeon, you are all ordered to wait by the Lionheart Guild. If anyone is seen disobeying the order, there shall be various consequences." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-370.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-370.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..78b468a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-370.md @@ -0,0 +1,170 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 370: Shocking the three races" +slug: "ch-370" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 370 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1099 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max didn't flinch. + +He looked him dead in the eye, voice calm and venomous. + +"This shocks you?" + +His fingers began to tighten around the steel. + +"Then let me show you something… that'll make your soul tremble." + +With a sudden surge of force, Max crushed the head of the axe in his grip. + +SHATTER! + +Metal shards burst into the air like a grenade going off. + +The demon barely had time to register what had happened when Max's fist came flying in. + +BANG! + +It landed square in the demon's chest—a crushing blow laced with draconic force. + +The impact sent the demon hurtling backwards, a blur of red muscle and armor slamming into the distant hillside with the force of a meteor. + +BOOM! + +The slope caved in, dirt and stone erupting in a cloud as a gaping hole appeared in the rock wall where the demon's body had hit. There was no movement. + +Max stood still, arm lowered from the punch, his expression cold. + +--- + +From the rocky ridge above, the group of human scouts stood frozen, their eyes glued to the battlefield below. What they had just witnessed didn't make sense. Couldn't make sense. + +Max stood there alone, surrounded by the carnage of demons—not just dead, but annihilated. Pulverized. Shattered. Reduced to bloodied remnants across the canyon floor. + +No technique. No weapon. Only fists. + +And even the level 4 Seeker Rank demon didn't stand a chance against him. + +The old man's voice trembled as he broke the silence. "Unbelievable… He took them all out… with just raw strength." His wrinkled hand gripped the edge of the rock tightly, knuckles white. "Even a Level 4 Seeker Rank demon… gone in a single hit." + +Another scout stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief. "And he never even looked like he was struggling. He moved through them like a storm. Like… like they weren't even threats." + +A younger man muttered under his breath, eyes wide with fear and awe. "He's a monster in human skin… What kind of human has strength like that?" + +Their voices were laced with reverence, but also fear. + +Because what Max had just displayed wasn't natural. + +It was terrifying. + +Mars stood quietly among them, arms crossed, his gaze locked on Max's figure below. + +Even he—calm and composed—found himself unsettled. + +"His physical power…" Mars whispered. "It's… beyond anything we've recorded in the Lower Domain. No system, no enhancement, no body-type I've seen should allow this kind of output." + +Then his expression hardened. He couldn't waste more time being shocked. + +"Let's go. He may be strong, but he's outnumbered, and he just drew blood. They'll retaliate." + +With a quick surge of energy, Mars took to the sky, flying toward Max. + +The arrogant youth behind him hesitated, jaw clenched tight. He wasn't convinced. He didn't trust this rogue powerhouse. + +But still—he followed. + +One after another, the rest of the human scouts took flight behind them, rushing toward the battlefield like shadows streaking through the sky. + +--- + +Across the canyon, nestled within the shade of the forest ridge, the group of elven scouts stood in eerie stillness. + +They hadn't moved. But they felt it. + +That pressure. That tremor in the air. + +A shiver ran down the spine of one of the younger elves, her silver-blonde braid swaying gently in the breeze. "Did… did you feel that?" + +"I did," another whispered, her voice tight with disbelief. "That sensation… it's coming from that human boy." + +"It's impossible," said another, her breath shaky. "But… my blood is reacting to him. It's like a pulse. I can feel it. He… he has to be—" + +"Enough," the scout leader said, her voice calm but sharp. Her emerald eyes were fixed on Max with a deep, unreadable expression. + +"I know what you're all thinking. I feel it too." + +She took a slow step forward, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her curved blade. + +"That boy… if he is what we all think he is, then we need a confirmation.'" + +A long pause. + +Then she added, her tone cooling into something resolute, "He's up against Seeker Rank demons, and more may be on the way." + +She raised a hand. + +"Let's go. We need to help him." + +Without waiting, she leapt forward—gliding silently through the air as the elves followed, swift and graceful like streaks of moonlight descending through the trees. + +--- + +The demon at the peak of the Seeker Rank stepped forward, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the blood-soaked battlefield. His skin was deep crimson, his eyes glowing faintly like embers smoldering in darkness. + +"Kid," he said, voice low and guttural, laced with dark amusement, "you're strong. Very strong. Stronger than most I've met." + +He smiled, but it was a smile without warmth—only intent. + +"And that's exactly why we have to kill you."𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +His words weren't a threat—they were a statement of fact. + +Max didn't flinch. + +He didn't step back. + +He simply let out a breath and took out his black sword. The blade hummed the moment his fingers wrapped around it. + +'Peak Seeker Rank,' Max thought. 'This won't be easy.' + +But he didn't fear the demon. + +He drew the sword in a single fluid motion, the blade glinting in the sunlight, trailing embers as it cut through the air. + +"If you want to kill me…" Max said, eyes narrowing, "try." + +But before either side could make a move— + +WHOOSH! + +Figures descended from the sky, streaking through the clouds like comets. Max's gaze shifted as a group of armored warriors touched down beside him. + +At the front stood Mars, golden armor gleaming, cape fluttering in the wind. His expression was stern, his presence radiating quiet command. + +Behind him came the others—the scouts and warriors from the Valora Human Alliance. + +"This fight ends now," Mars declared, his voice firm. "You can't kill him." + +He looked the demon square in the eyes. + +"He's a human. And he's under our protection." + +The demon burst into laughter. + +Harsh, echoing, filled with mockery. + +"Human? Your protection?" he spat, shaking his head. "Don't make me laugh." + +He gestured at the scorched ground around them, still fresh with the blood of his kind. + +"You've been watching this whole time. Silent. Still. Like vultures waiting to see if he'd fall or fly." + +He sneered. "And only now—only now—when you see that he's strong… that he might be worth something… do you show up and claim him as one of your own?" + +His gaze swept across the human group. "We demons are cruel. Everyone knows that. But you…" He pointed at Mars. "You surpass us. Not in savagery, but in hypocrisy." + +The words cut deep. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-371.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-371.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..630b33c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-371.md @@ -0,0 +1,184 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 371: Interference of Elves" +slug: "ch-371" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 371 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1080 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Several of the humans shifted uncomfortably. A few lowered their eyes, ashamed. Because it was true—they hadn't intended to help. Not until Max revealed himself to be a force that couldn't be ignored. + +Max glanced at the humans standing behind Mars—faces conflicted, postures stiff with guilt or caution—and felt nothing. + +No resentment. No disappointment. Just a deep, quiet understanding. + +It had only been a year since he awakened, but that year had been enough to teach him the most important rule of this world: + +Power decides everything. + +In this world, the strong lived… and the weak were left behind. + +It wasn't a cruel truth. It was simply reality. Cold. Absolute. Unforgiving. + +If you didn't have strength—then your downfall, your suffering, your death… was your own responsibility. You couldn't blame the world. You couldn't blame fate. Not even the people who turned their backs on you. + +You were weak. That was enough. + +Max exhaled slowly. + +He didn't expect help from anyone. Not now. Not ever. + +Trust was a luxury he couldn't afford. + +Even his own blood… even the people he held closest—he questioned them. Not openly. Not with hate. But with quiet skepticism that never left his mind. + +Even Alice. + +Even his sister. + +His sister, who suddenly became a mysterious figure for him. + +Still, somewhere in the corner of his mind, a voice always asked—What if? + +Because that was the only way to survive. + +Never trust blindly. Never lower your guard. + +He didn't hate the world for it. He'd simply adapted. + +That's what this world demanded. And he was done being the one caught off guard. + +With that thought, he gripped his sword a little tighter and turned his eyes back to the demon. + +Emotionless. + +Focused. + +Prepared. + +Just then Max's senses sharpened like blades drawn in silence. + +Through his yellow soul, he felt it—a ripple of energy signatures moving toward the caravan from the distant hills. Dozens of presences, human… but different from the terrified villagers he had protected. + +These ones had power. + +He didn't turn toward them. Didn't rise. + +He simply let out a slow, quiet breath and closed his eyes for a moment. + +'Finally.'𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +They had come. + +The human forces—soldiers or scouts, maybe reinforcements—had reached the caravan. He felt their steps, the way they approached Marcus and the others with calm authority. Their presence alone was enough to settle the restless fear in the air. The villagers would be protected now. + +And for Max… that meant one thing: + +He was free. + +'Now that they're here to guard the caravan,' Max thought, 'I can finally leave. Go wherever I want.' + +One problem—gone. + +But not everyone was letting go so easily. + +"We're here now, aren't we?" said Mars, stepping forward, his tone flat but with a hint of intent beneath the surface. His eyes flicked toward Max with unmistakable focus. + +They didn't want to lose him. + +Max knew that look. + +They weren't here just to help. Not truly. Not selflessly. + +He was too valuable for that. + +He could hear the hunger behind Mars's voice. The calculations. The need. + +He was a genius with unimaginable potential—someone who didn't fit into the neat little boxes of rank and realm. And that increased the value of Max even more. + +"Hehe…" the demon at the Peak of Seeker Rank laughed, shaking his head with slow mockery. + +"I know you humans far too well," he sneered. "You talk about unity. About honor. But the truth? You're full of greed and treachery. You'll betray your own brothers just for a chance at power." + +His words weren't aimed at Max, but they still hung heavy in the air. + +Max didn't respond. + +He didn't care. + +He already knew all of it. + +He wasn't here to play games or listen to the banter between enemies who pretended to be better than each other. + +'I need to leave,' he thought. 'Now.' + +The presence of the villagers no longer bound him. He had protected them. Freed them. That was enough. + +But staying any longer? + +That was suicide. + +He didn't trust the "human powerhouses" of the Lost Continent. + +He never had. + +And if he was right, Lucas had already told them about him—his abilities, his identity, maybe even his appearance. But the faces here didn't yet reflect that knowledge. Which meant… they hadn't received the full report. Yet. + +'If I follow them back into their territory,' Max thought, 'I'll be stepping into a trap with my eyes wide open.' + +And he wasn't foolish enough to do that. + +He needed an out. + +He was already weighing his options when his senses flared again—another ripple across the battlefield. + +This one was different. + +Not human. Not demon. + +Lithe. Controlled. Ancient. + +His eyes narrowed. + +A moment later, they arrived. + +Elves. + +Elegant figures stepped into view—silent and graceful, gliding over the ground like the wind itself carried them. Their eyes were sharp, their weapons light, but deadly. Most of them were women, their long hair tied back, bows slung across their backs, magic woven into their very steps. + +Their leader, a woman with silver hair and emerald eyes, stepped forward—her gaze fixed not on Mars or the demons… but on Max. + +Everything shifted again. + +Another power had entered the field. + +The tension in the air was already thick, but it shattered like glass the moment the elven scout leader stepped forward, her silver cloak fluttering gently in the breeze. Her voice rang out across the battlefield—calm, firm, and laced with something no one expected. + +"This human is under our protection." + +The words were simple. But they dropped like thunder. + +A stunned silence swept across the field. + +The demons, poised for violence, froze mid-breath. + +The humans, who had arrived with the intention of claiming Max for themselves, looked as if they'd been slapped. + +Even Max's expression shifted, eyes flicking toward the elven woman with genuine surprise. + +What? + +Before anyone could respond, a deep, mocking laugh broke the stillness. + +"Hahahahahaha!" The peak Seeker Rank demon threw his head back and roared with laughter, his voice echoing across the hills. + +"Since when," he growled between laughs, "do you pointy-eared hypocrites take interest in humans?" + +He sneered at the elven leader, eyes gleaming. "Or are you here to collect him as a pet?" + +The elven woman didn't blink. Didn't flinch. + +"There is no need for you to understand," she said coldly, her voice like sharpened frost. "Just know this—this human is highly valued within our forces. If you raise a hand against him, don't cry when we raise our bows against you." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-372.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-372.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e36de9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-372.md @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 372: Making an Escape" +slug: "ch-372" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 372 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1260 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +That changed everything. + +The demon's expression darkened. + +This wasn't an empty threat. The elves—aloof as they were—rarely made declarations like this. And never publicly. For them to speak out, here, now, on human soil… and for a human? + +It meant something far deeper. + +And that unsettled him. + +But he wasn't the only one. + +The humans, especially Mars and the warriors behind him, were stunned into silence. Their shock was painted on every face. + +They were natives of this continent. They knew the elves well. + +Elves weren't bloodthirsty like the demons, no. But they were calculating. Cold. They kept to themselves. Made no promises unless it benefited their race. Even during alliances, they gave only what was necessary—and never more. + +To hear one speak of a human—a human not even from their own territory—with such value… it wasn't just surprising. + +It was alarming. + +Mars narrowed his eyes, jaw tight. + +Why would the elves—of all people—protect him? + +His mind raced with possibilities, each one darker than the last. + +Did they know something he didn't? + +Had they seen something he hadn't? + +Behind him, the arrogant youth from earlier grit his teeth, his fists clenched at his sides. "Why him?" he muttered under his breath, glaring at Max with barely restrained hostility. + +Max stood still, eyes flicking between the elves and the demons, reading every shift in energy. + +He hadn't expected this. + +Not from the elves. Not from anyone. + +And that only made things more complicated. + +Because if they were declaring him "protected," it wasn't out of goodwill. + +It meant they wanted something. + +And in a world like this, being wanted was just another form of being owned. + +'I have to make a way to escape from here,' he thought. + +Max stood still, sword resting lazily at his side, his gaze calm but vigilant. + +He was watching. Waiting. + +For someone—anyone—to make the first move. + +Since a conflict between three three races was imminent, it was only expected that one of the races would take action. + +But nothing happened. + +The demons, once brimming with rage, now scanned the skies with caution. The elves, ever composed, stood unmoving, their attention divided between the horizon and Max. And the humans—Mars and his group—hovered in silence, clearly calculating something behind their eyes. + +It was a standoff. + +No one wanted to be the first to act. + +'They're waiting,' Max realized, eyes narrowing. + +Not for a better opportunity. + +For reinforcements. + +He understood these warriors from all three races didn't just happen to be in this region. It seemed too far-fetched for that. Instead, they might be patrolling this area, and then the situation with Max came. + +And when three races were involved—demons, elves, and humans—the situation would undoubtedly escalate to a point where only Expert Rank would be sent to intervene. + +And if that happened… Max's freedom would be nothing more than a fading thought. + +He needed to move. Now. + +His eyes scanned the tense battlefield, taking in the strained faces and subtle body language of all three factions. A small, cold smile curved his lips. + +They all wanted something from him. + +But none of them had the guts to move first. + +Perfect. + +Max floated slightly into the air, his posture relaxed, tone casual. "So," he began, speaking just loud enough for all to hear, "I came here with my friends for the Tower of Truth… and somewhere along the way, I got lost." + +He shrugged lightly. + +"You all know the rest." + +A beat of silence. + +"Anyway, if no one minds, I'd like to be on my way now." + +The moment he began to ascend, voices rose around him. + +"Kid!" The Peak Seeker Rank demon snarled, stepping forward. "If you think you can escape from here, you're dreaming. You'll die before you make it ten feet." + +From the other side, Mars raised a hand, his voice smooth. "Young man, you must be from the Valora Continent. We can escort you safely to the Tower of Truth. It's too dangerous to travel alone." + +Following the humans was a no for Max because of Lucas and so he didn't need to think about them. + +Then the elf leader spoke. Her tone was soft but serious. "Don't listen to any of them," she said, stepping closer. "The demons want your blood. The humans want your talent. We only want to show you something. After that, you'll understand why we stepped in." + +Max looked at her… and then at Mars… and finally at the demon sneering in the distance. + +He gave a slow, mocking nod. "Yeah, yeah... and yeah. But..." + +He smirked. + +"No." + +Before anyone could move, his right hand flared with a pulse of black fire. + +A small, swirling orb danced in his palm—silent, contained, burning with unnatural energy. And without another word, he tossed it toward the ground. + +BOOM! + +The orb detonated with a muffled thunderclap—but it didn't harm anyone. Instead, it exploded in a massive wave of blinding black flames, swallowing the landscape in shadow. + +A full mile of vision was instantly consumed in black smoke and flickering infernal light. + +"What the hell is this?!" someone shouted. + +"I can't see—!" + +The demon at the peak of Seeker Rank roared. "How dare you play tricks with us?!" His fist slammed into the air, sending a pulse of shockwave that blew away the black flames, scattering the cover like smoke under a gale. + +But it was too late. + +Max was gone. + +Vanished. + +The wind howled. Dust settled. + +And in the sky, there was nothing. + +Only silence. + +The demons were livid. + +The humans were stunned. + +And the elves simply watched… silently. + +"I sensed him," the Peak Seeker Rank demon growled, his crimson eyes narrowing as they pierced through the fading black mist. "He's not far. Follow me." + +Without waiting for a response, he shot into the sky, a blur of dark motion, cutting through the air like a blade. + +The remaining demons didn't question him. + +They followed in grim silence, vanishing one by one as their forms streaked toward the horizon. Bloodlust simmered in their wake. + +They had been humiliated—and demons never forgot humiliation. + +At the same moment, on the opposite end of the ruined clearing, the humans exchanged looks. Mars's expression was unreadable, but the fire in his eyes betrayed his thoughts. + +"He can't go far," one of the human warriors muttered, already preparing to launch into the sky. + +"Stay sharp," Mars said coldly. "Move." + +And just like that, the human force took flight, trailing the demons, but not too closely. + +They weren't chasing Max. + +Not yet. + +They were observing—calculating. + +Waiting for their moment. + +The clearing fell into stillness once more, the charred earth whispering in the breeze, scorched black from Max's diversion. + +Only the elves remained. + +The wind tugged at their cloaks, carrying with it the faint scent of sulfur and smoke. + +The leader of the elven scout group, a tall woman with silver hair and eyes like cut glass, turned to one of her companions. + +"Did you inform the Princess?" she asked, her tone calm but precise. + +The elven girl beside her gave a silent nod. + +"Good," the leader said after a beat, casting one last glance toward the sky where Max had disappeared. "Then our part here is done." + +She turned, her silver cloak swaying gently behind her as she lifted into the air. + +"Back to our patrol," she said quietly. + +One by one, the elves followed—silent as shadows, graceful as wind through the trees. + +No words. No sound. + +Only purpose. + +Because while the others chased Max with claws and greed… + +The elves had already set their plan in motion. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-373.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-373.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..43553ab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-373.md @@ -0,0 +1,186 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 373: Barren Land" +slug: "ch-373" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 373 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max tore through the sky like a comet, slicing through drifting clouds as if they were paper. The chill wind stung his skin, and the vast skies of the Lost Continent stretched endlessly before him. + +But he couldn't afford to enjoy the view. + +Not when death was snapping at his heels. + +His Three-Dimensional Body pulsed with warning—energy signatures, dozens of them, fast and closing in. + +The demons. And the humans. + +'Already?!' Max grit his teeth. They were gaining. Shadows in the clouds, streaks of energy burning across the sky behind him. + +And not far behind the demons… the humans. + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +'They're trailing just behind the demons… not even trying to overtake them. Cowards.' + +His disgust flared. + +'So much for "we'll protect you," huh?' + +Then— + +Red-hot flames burst from his back, twisting into two blazing wings of pure fire. + +BOOM! + +The sky cracked open with a sonic burst as Max accelerated—his body becoming a streak of red light flashing across the heavens. The wind roared past his ears, the land beneath becoming a blur. + +But even so… + +'They're still there.' + +His Three-Dimensional Body fed him a constant stream of information: distance, speed, mana fluctuations. + +And worst of all? + +The demons weren't falling behind. + +They were catching up. + +'Persistent bastards.' + +Max's jaw tightened. He could understand the demons' rage. He'd slaughtered their kin, made them look like fools in front of two other races. Of course they wanted his head. + +But the humans? + +That was what grated at him the most. + +They weren't chasing him to help. They weren't even fighting the demons to clear a path. They were just… following. Quiet. Opportunistic. Like vultures waiting for the lion to tire before swooping in to pick at the remains. + +Max's flames flared brighter. + +He shook his head. + +'I never trusted them anyway.' + +Still, the reality of the situation was biting at his heels. These weren't weaklings chasing him. They were Seeker Rank demons, and not just the low levels. Several were in the 5th and 6th level, and the one at the front—his presence was oppressive even from afar—was a Peak Seeker Rank. + +Max was fast but his current strength at level 1 of Adept Rank could only take his speed to so far in the air even with his all his flying skills active. + +There was a limit. + +And that limit was getting closer with every passing second. + +His heart pounded. + +His mind raced. + +Because if he didn't shake them soon… he wasn't going to have time to outrun anyone. + +'I need to slow them down.' + +That was Max's only thought as the roar of wind filled his ears, the pressure from behind tightening like a noose. + +Without hesitation, he threw his right hand out. + +"Magic Sword Barrage." + +In an instant, a hundred blue-glowing swords formed in a wide arc around him, each one buzzing with Level 3 Sword Aura. They hovered for half a breath, glinting in the sunlight like a fleet of divine judgment—before launching backward at breakneck speed. + +Whish! Whish! WHISH! + +Like streaking comets, the swords tore through the skies, spinning and whistling as they chased after the demons. + +Max didn't wait to see the result. He pushed harder, his flaming wings flaring with another burst of speed, forcing his body forward with everything he had. + +But the clash behind was unmistakable. + +BOOM! + +CRASH! + +He felt it in the air—the swords colliding, exploding, forcing some of the demons to swerve or retreat for a split-second. + +Yet the strongest among them didn't even flinch. + +"Hmph," the Peak Seeker Rank demon sneered. He raised a massive black sword etched with glowing runes, his red eyes narrowing. + +With one clean, sweeping slash, he cleaved through every sword that reached him. The sky lit up with sparks and shattering blue fragments. + +"You think this will stop us?" he snarled, his voice echoing like thunder. "Naive." + +Max saw it all through his Three-Dimensional Body—but he didn't stop. He didn't look back. He just flew faster, heart pounding against his ribs. + +Then— + +"Kid! They're going to catch up at this rate!" Blob's voice rang urgently in his mind. + +Max grit his teeth. "I know! I'm running out of options." + +Just then—another voice. + +Calm. Feminine. And unmistakably elven. + +"Fly to your left. Now. There's a teleportation rune hidden below. Hurry!" + +Max's brow furrowed. 'An elf?' Suspicion surged inside him. He didn't trust them. Not after everything. The elves were no better than the rest—smiles painted over schemes. + +But… + +Right now, he didn't have the luxury of choice. + +He veered left, diving through the clouds like a streak of fire. And then he saw it. + +A glowing blue rune formation—faint and half-buried under the dense vegetation of the forest floor. But it was there. + +Without hesitation, Max dropped toward it like a meteor, his body slamming into the rune formation. + +But nothing happened. + +No hum. + +No light. + +No teleportation. + +'What?!' Max's eyes widened. "Why isn't this working?!" + +A shout came from above. + +"HAHAHA! You're dead, boy!" The demons had seen it. They were closing in fast, their aura boiling the air around them. + +Max clenched his fists, desperation creeping into his throat. + +"The teleportation rune isn't like the ones from your continent," Blob's voice echoed quickly. "It needs an active power source. Now!" + +Max's eyes flashed. + +He reached into his storage space, yanked out several Seeker Rank monster cores, and hurled them into the rune's center. + +BOOM! + +The moment the cores touched the formation, the entire rune lit up in a violent surge of blue light, so bright it cast shadows into the clouds. + +The ground cracked. + +The air howled. + +The rune roared to life—just as the first demon's clawed hand reached out toward Max. + +And in a blink— + +Max vanished. + +A flash of light—and then silence. + +Max blinked as the bright glow of the teleportation rune faded, revealing a desolate, red-tinted world stretching endlessly before him. The ground beneath his feet was cracked and dry, covered in a fine layer of dust that glowed faintly under the crimson sky. The air was heavy, motionless, and oddly still—almost too still. + +He turned his gaze toward the horizon, and there—at the very center of the barren land—stood a tower. + +Tall. Narrow. Unfathomably high. + +Its spire disappeared into the clouds above, as if it were stabbing the heavens themselves. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-374.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-374.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b02d3bb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-374.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 374: Cursed Land" +slug: "ch-374" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 374 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's breath caught. + +'Is that… the Tower of Truth?' + +A strange pull stirred within him. Curiosity. Wariness. A feeling that whatever lay within that tower—it wasn't ordinary. + +But before he could reflect further, a ripple of energy pulsed behind him. + +His Three-Dimensional Body reacted instantly. + +Danger. + +The air twisted—dark auras swirled—and within seconds, the demons arrived. They emerged from the teleportation rune in a blur of shadows and flame, their eyes locking onto Max. + +"Damn it!" Max hissed, spinning on his heel. Without thinking, he summoned the flames from his back, trying to launch himself into the air. + +But instead of soaring— + +He leapt. + +Barely a few feet. + +He landed hard with a skid of red dust, eyes wide. "What?!" he gasped. "I… I can't fly here?!" + +Panic flickered in his eyes. But then— + +He looked again. + +And what he saw on the demons' faces wasn't bloodlust. + +It was hesitation. + +No… not hesitation. + +Fear. + +They weren't advancing. They weren't charging at him. They were just… standing there. Rooted at the very edge of the teleportation rune, not stepping even an inch farther. + +Max's confusion deepened. + +'Why aren't they moving toward me?' + +One of the demons snarled, but even that sounded forced. + +"Kid… you got lucky today," he spat. "Real lucky." + +Another chuckled bitterly. "Hmph. You just happened to land in that place. Otherwise, you'd be dead where you stand." + +Max narrowed his eyes. 'That place?' What did that mean? + +They weren't explaining. They weren't even attacking. + +Instead—one by one, they began to vanish. + +With sneers and scornful parting words, they reactivated the teleportation rune. + +"Don't get too comfortable," the Peak Seeker Rank demon muttered darkly. "We'll see each other again soon. Just don't let anyone else kill you before then." + +With that, he too disappeared—his figure swallowed by the fading light of teleportation. + +And then— + +Silence. + +Max stood alone in the vast, lifeless land. The sky overhead cast a red hue over the cracked ground. The wind didn't move. Nothing did. + +He looked around again, more wary now than ever. + +"…They just left?" he muttered, disbelief painting his voice. "Just like that?" + +His gaze slowly shifted back to the Tower in the distance. + +Something about this land had frightened the demons. Something had made them retreat without a fight. + +And that something, Max realized, might be connected to the place the tower stood upon. + +"…Just what kind of place have I stepped into?" he whispered, his voice nearly swallowed by the barren silence. + +Just as the eerie stillness of the barren land settled around him again, the teleportation rune behind Max began to hum. A soft, steady blue light pulsed from the ground, growing brighter with each beat—until, in a flash, a figure materialized atop the glowing formation. + +Max turned swiftly, on guard. + +The figure before him was tall and ethereal—an elf, unmistakably so. She had long, golden hair that shimmered like sunlight, cascading down her back in silken waves. Her skin was pale as moonlight, flawless, and glowing faintly. + +Eyes the color of pure emeralds regarded him with cold disinterest. She wore an intricately woven white-and-green robe. + +Her beauty was... staggering. + +For a brief second—even Max, who had seen far more strange and terrifying things in the last year than most saw in a lifetime—felt his breath catch. + +'Damn...' he thought, blinking once. 'The other female elves I've seen look like distant cousins next to her.' + +He cleared his throat and tried to speak, regaining composure. + +"You must be the one who guided me here," Max said, his tone even. + +But the moment those words left his mouth—her expression froze. Then twisted. + +Her emerald eyes narrowed, and her lips curled in unmistakable disdain. + +"You—" she said coldly, her voice sharp like glass. "How dare a mere human speak to me in such a casual tone?" + +The temperature in the air seemed to drop as her voice rang out, haughty and commanding. + +"I am of the High Bloodline," she declared. "The only princess of the Sylvaria Kingdom, heir to the ancient throne of the Elves, Lenavira of the Brightborn." + +She stepped off the rune, her robe flowing around her like liquid moonlight, her chin tilted high. "Learn your place, human." + +Max stood there, momentarily frozen—not from fear, but from sheer shock. + +He blinked. + +Then blinked again. + +'Her face… it's unreal. But that ego? It might just be more dazzling than her entire royal wardrobe.' + +He let out a slow, quiet exhale. + +'Looks like the most beautiful elf in the world is also the most arrogant one I've met so far...' + +"Cough… Forgive me for my earlier words, Lenavira," Max said with a small, apologetic nod—though the apology couldn't have sounded more hollow if he'd tried. + +Not that the princess noticed. + +"It's good that you understand," she said haughtily, as if she were graciously blessing him with her approval. Then her expression shifted into something sharper. "Also, for a human to call me by my name is… extremely lowborn. You should address me as Your Royal Highness Princess Lenavira." + +Max blinked. + +"Your Royal Highness Princess Lenavira…" he echoed flatly, lips twitching into a wry smile. 'Who even wants to be called by such a ridiculously long name?' He sighed inwardly. 'This woman definitely has a few screws loose.' + +Still, he pushed forward. "So, Lenavira... what is this place? Why did the demons just leave like that after arriving?" + +"The answer lies in the Tower of Truth—" she began, her tone turning slightly more informative. + +But then she stopped abruptly and glared. + +"I told you not to call me by name!" she snapped. "It's Your Royal Highness Princess Lenavira." + +Max rolled his eyes, but kept his tone civil. "Alright, alright… so what were you saying again, Your Royal Highness Princess Lenavira?" + +She narrowed her eyes at the sarcastic lilt in his voice but chose to ignore it. + +"And stop talking to me so casually," she added icily before continuing. "Now listen carefully. The reason the demons backed off without a fight is because this land—everything within a thousand-mile radius of the Tower of Truth—is classified as a cursed zone." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "Cursed? What kind of curse are we talking about here?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-375.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-375.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76fa99d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-375.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 375: Reason for Elf’s Protection" +slug: "ch-375" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 375 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Princess Lenavira's face turned solemn, her tone lowering just slightly. "A curse of judgment," she said. "Any being above the Seeker Rank who steps foot into this land will be instantly destroyed. Annihilated by the Tower itself." + +Max's eyes widened. "Wait, what?" + +He tried to wrap his head around it. + +Beings above Seeker Rank… that meant Expert Rank experts. The so-called untouchables. The strongest of the strong. People who were seen as gods in the Lower Domain. + +And yet—if Lenavira's words were true—this one tower could obliterate them on sight, just for setting foot too close? + +"That's… insane," he muttered under his breath. + +She simply nodded, calm and unbothered. "The Tower has always been a mystery. Some say it was built by ancient beings. Others say it's alive. But one thing is certain—it doesn't tolerate power beyond its threshold. It demands balance." + +Max stared at the towering spire in the distance, stretching high into the sky like a spear pointed at the stars. + +A place where power meant nothing. + +Where arrogance could get you killed. + +"…Fascinating," he whispered. + +And terrifying. + +"That still doesn't explain why the demons just left," Max said, brows furrowing. "They're in the Seeker Rank, not Expert Rank. The curse shouldn't affect them, right?" + +Princess Lenavira gave a graceful, almost bored nod. "It's simple," she replied. "Combat is also forbidden within the cursed land. No matter your rank—if you fight here, the Tower will treat it as a threat and... remove you." + +"Ah…" Max exhaled softly, understanding dawning in his eyes. "So, not only can higher-level experts not enter, but even those within the allowed range can't fight." + +Now it made sense—the demons didn't run because they were scared of him. They left because they couldn't fight. Not without risking complete annihilation. + +That also explained why Lenavira had gone through the trouble of guiding him here through a teleportation rune. It wasn't just an escape route—it was a sanctuary. A no-battle zone, enforced by the Tower itself. + +She continued, clearly enjoying the opportunity to educate him. "There are dozens of teleportation runes scattered across the Lost Continent—placed by the three major races. Some are used exactly as I did: to rescue individuals from enemies. Others…" she paused briefly, "are traps—used to lure Expert Rank experts into the cursed zone, where the Tower disposes of them immediately." + +Max let that sink in. "That's… clever," he admitted. Brutal, but clever. + +But one thing still gnawed at him. + +"Alright," he said slowly. "That explains the tower. And why I'm safe here. But what I still don't get is…" He turned toward her, eyes sharp, voice cold. "Why do you want to protect me?" + +Princess Lenavira's expression didn't change, but her gaze did—there was something more serious in her golden eyes now. + +"I don't know much about the Lost Continent," Max continued. "But I know enough to say your kind doesn't exactly play nice with humans. So what's changed? What's your angle?" + +She was quiet for a long beat, then finally looked him straight in the eye. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." + +"Try me." + +She shook her head once. "You'll understand—but only if you come with me. To the Sylvaria Kingdom. It's the only place I can explain everything properly." + +Max frowned, suspicious. "You can't seriously expect me to just stroll into an elf kingdom with you. I'm a human. You don't trust me—and I definitely don't trust you." + +Lenavira exhaled sharply, as if she had expected this reaction. + +Then her voice dropped, ice threading through her words. + +"It's about your sister. Freya." + +Max froze. + +The name hit him like a bolt of lightning. His eyes widened, his chest tightened, and a visible tremor ran through his body. + +Freya. + +It had been months since he'd last heard that name spoken aloud—years since her disappearance after heading to the Lost Continent. She had vanished so completely that everyone assumed she had either died… or ascended to the Middle Domain. + +He had wanted to come here hoping—hoping—for even a hint of her trail before he got to know that she had entered the Middle Domain. + +But after he understood that she was safe and fine and was in the Middle Domain, Max was at peace, no longer seeking any clues about her since he already knew her location. + +And now, here this arrogant elf princess stood, casually tossing her name like a pebble into a still lake. + +Max's voice was low, hoarse. "…What do you know about Freya?" + +Princess Lenavira turned, her golden hair flowing in the wind like a banner. "Come with me to Sylvaria," she said again. "And I'll show you the truth." + +Max stared at her, thoughts racing. + +His heart pounding for a reason he couldn't explain. + +Max closed his eyes for a moment, the wind brushing against his face as he took a breath and made his decision. "Alright," he said at last, voice calm but firm. "I'll head to your kingdom… but after I'm done visiting the Tower of Truth." + +Princess Lenavira didn't look surprised. In fact, her expression hinted that she had expected this exact answer. + +"Then let's go to the Tower of Truth," she said coolly, turning on her heel and beginning the walk across the red-barren landscape, her golden hair catching the light like it had a glow of its own. + +Max moved quickly to catch up, his footsteps crunching against the dry earth. He had almost forgotten he couldn't fly here—not that it mattered much. The tower loomed ahead, impossibly tall, its shadow like a needle against the burning sky. + +As they walked, a question surfaced in Max's mind, one that had been bothering him since he arrived. + +"So," he began, glancing sideways at her, "have you heard anything about the human geniuses from the Valora Continent entering the tower?" + +Princess Lenavira's expression instantly darkened. Her voice, sharp and frosty, cut through the silence. "I told you not to speak to me so casually. I am royalty." + +Max let out a dry cough, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his tone. "Ah, right. My mistake—Your Highness." + +Either she didn't hear the sarcasm or chose to ignore it, because she continued walking without a change in her expression. + +After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. "Human geniuses from other continents appearing here is nothing new. Every three years, a group from the Valora Continent arrives. The tower opens, and they try their luck." + +"I see…" Max said, his voice thoughtful. "Any promising ones from this batch?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-376.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-376.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ebf17f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-376.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 376: Register" +slug: "ch-376" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 376 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1301 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +She gave him a sideways glance, one brow slightly raised. "You should know this already," she said flatly. "Humans are the weakest race in the Lost Continent. Weak in strength, weak in talent, weak in resources. And the humans from your continent… they're considered even worse than the ones born here." + +She paused, letting that sink in before adding with a tone that was neither cruel nor kind—just indifferent. "Most of them perform below average. Many are injured. Some die." + +Max's expression darkened as he walked in silence beside Princess Lenavira. + +Her words hadn't been meant to insult him—not directly, at least—but that didn't stop them from digging under his skin. Because the worst part? She wasn't wrong. + +Humans were racially weaker than both elves and demons. + +And Max knew it. + +Unlike the elves, humans weren't born with bodies blessed by nature. Elves were naturally attuned to the elemental forces of the world—wind, water, fire, earth, light, and even the rarer elemental branches like lightning, shadow, or life. Their bodies absorbed mana effortlessly. Their connection to aura and conceptual power was practically instinctual. + +They didn't learn to wield mana—they inherited it. + +Demons, on the other hand, were born with divine-tier physical bodies. Their bones were like steel, their skin like natural armor, and their muscles rippled with power even before training. Their bloodlines carried ancient strength, and most of them could shatter stone or crush enemies underfoot without even needing a weapon. + +Compared to that, the average human was… ordinary. + +Humans had no inherent affinities. No racial blessings. No divine bloodlines. Even their only so-called "advantage"—their flexibility with mana—was barely enough to keep them in the conversation. Yes, humans could train in all elements, unlike elves or demons who were typically bound to one or two. But that same flexibility often meant they never truly mastered anything. + +In a place like the Lost Continent, where the survival of your race came down to raw strength and innate gifts, humans were always struggling to catch up. + +Max knew this. + +He wasn't naïve. + +But even if the odds were stacked against his kind—even if the entire world laughed at humanity's weakness—he refused to accept it as fate. + +He was going to rewrite that narrative. + +One way or another. + +"Though I have indeed heard that some of the geniuses this time are quite extraordinary," Princess Lenavira continued, her voice calm but laced with a trace of intrigue. + +"Oh?" Max leaned forward, curious. "Who?" + +The princess didn't hesitate. "There's a girl who's extremely proficient in space manipulation. Then, a prince from your continent—he fights using tens of thousands of weapons. Another girl is skilled with ice, deadly cold. I also heard of a boy who uses mist in battle, and some lunatic going around challenging everyone he sees with a sword." + +She paused for a moment, as if recounting the last name carried a different weight. "And of course… that girl with the black flames. She's terrifyingly strong. But even she doesn't compare to the one I'm truly curious about." + +Max raised a brow. "Who?" + +"The red-haired girl," Lenavira said, eyes narrowing slightly. "She wields phoenix flames. If I'm not mistaken, that alone puts her strength above everyone else in this entire batch of humans from the foreign continent." + +A soft smile crept onto Max's face. He recognized every name she mentioned. But hearing about the phoenix flames? That made something stir in his chest. + +'Alice… wait for me,' he thought, the silly grin on his face impossible to hide. + +Lenavira noticed. Her expression twisted into something cold and slightly disgusted. "Why are you smiling like an idiot?" + +Max scratched the back of his head, smiling wryly. "Forgive me, your royal highness." + +As he said that, he focused on her aura. Peak of Seeker Rank. + +Not surprising. + +She was the princess of the Elven race. Of course she'd be strong. + +After several more minutes of walking and idle conversation, they finally reached the outskirts of the towering structure that had loomed on the horizon for some time. Now, standing near its base, Max could see what lay before it—a sprawling city that buzzed with life. + +It was vast. Vibrant. Alive. + +Hundreds of thousands of people moved through the streets, forming a living river of footsteps and conversation. What caught Max's eye most wasn't just the sheer number of individuals, but the sheer variety. + +People of all kinds. All shapes. All races. + +There were no vehicles. No flying ships. No magical mounts in sight. Just feet on stone. Everyone walked, from the common traveler to robed experts glowing with power. + +As Max drew closer to the city's grand entrance, he began to notice even more diversity. Not everyone here was an elf, human, or demon. In fact, many clearly weren't. + +He spotted a tall figure with a long, pointed tail swaying behind them. Another had a feline face, covered in sleek fur, golden eyes scanning the crowd. Horns. Scales. Wings. Claws. Every few steps, he saw something new. + +His eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't know there were other races living on the Lost Continent besides humans, demons and elves," he muttered, mostly to himself, his voice tinged with curiosity and wonder. + +Princess Lenavira didn't miss a beat. Her tone was icy, dismissive. "Of course there are. This continent is home to many races. It's just that humans, elves, and demons dominate—because of their strength and their numbers." + +She walked ahead without looking back, her words lingering in the air. + +Max stared at the crowd a moment longer, still processing the scope of it all. The Lost Continent was far more alive than he ever imagined. + +Before long, they stepped past the city gates and entered its bustling heart. The streets were alive with movement—merchants calling out their wares, travelers weaving through crowds, guards in ornate armor standing at intersections. Towering above it all, as if piercing the very heavens, stood the Tower of Truth. + +It was even more imposing up close. Ancient and immense, the tower seemed to hum with invisible pressure. A structure that didn't just belong to this world—it transcended it. + +Just as they came to a stop before the base of the tower, Princess Lenavira spoke, her gaze still fixed on the monumental structure. "You should head to the human department's branch and register yourself," she said, voice cool and matter-of-fact. "They'll give you a stone. Without it, you won't be allowed to enter the Tower of Truth." + +Max frowned. "You mean… I need their approval?" + +"Yes," she replied simply. "Every person, no matter the race, must register with their respective department. Without it, the tower won't acknowledge you." + +Max's expression darkened slightly. + +He had a feeling this might become a problem. + +By now, word of his existence should have reached the humans—especially if Lucas had reported everything. If that was the case, showing his face in their branch might cause more trouble than it was worth. + +Sensing his hesitation, Princess Lenavira glanced sideways at him. "What are you worrying about?" she asked, her tone sharp, cold as ever. "No fighting or killing is allowed in this area." + +She paused briefly, her eyes flicking back toward the tower. "But inside the Tower? That's a different story. Fighting and killing are not only allowed—they're expected." + +Max's eyes widened slightly as her words sank in. So that's how it was. Outside, law and order. Inside, chaos and bloodshed. + +Still… he couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him. If, for any reason, the human branch refused to give him that stone, he'd be stuck. Trapped on the outside. That kind of situation could spiral fast. + +His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, familiar voice calling out from behind him. + +"Ah! Max? Is that you?" + +Max turned around, his eyes narrowing slightly in recognition. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-377.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-377.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2613db3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-377.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 377: A Way" +slug: "ch-377" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 377 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Huh? Aelric… it's really you?" Max blinked, surprised as he laid eyes on the familiar face of the Crown Prince of the Western Domain. While he'd half-expected to run into someone he knew, actually seeing Aelric here made him pause. + +Aelric's reaction was even more stunned. He took a step closer, eyes widening as if trying to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. "Max? Is that really you?" + +There was disbelief in his voice—understandable. The last time he saw Max, it had been under circumstances no one could forget. He remembered it clearly: Mark had snapped his fingers, and Max vanished. Just like that. Gone in an instant, swallowed by some unknown power. + +Later, Mark revealed that he had sent Max to the pit deep within the Mourning Depths—a place of chaos and torment—because Max had lost control. Consumed by the sword. Driven mad by it. + +Then the days passed. + +Weeks. + +Months. + +Four months, to be exact. + +No word. No trace. Nothing. + +Some believed Max had been killed by Mark that day. Others chose to believe Mark's version, hoping against hope that Max would return, crawling out of that cursed place in one piece. + +And now… here he was. Standing right in front of him. + +Max grinned, lifting his arms in a dramatic shrug. "Of course it's me. The one and only—Max," he said, flashing a cocky smile. + +Aelric stood still for a moment, just taking it all in. Then he let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. "Man… I honestly thought we lost you after… well, after everything." + +Max's grin didn't fade. "Yeah, I thought so too," he said, then waved the thought away with a flick of his hand. "But hey, who cares about that now?" + +Aelric chuckled again, the relief in his eyes obvious. Max was alive. He looked good. Whole. That was all that mattered. + +Then, Aelric's gaze shifted slightly—to the tall figure standing beside Max. + +A female elf. Golden-haired. Regal posture. Eyes like the forest after rainfall. She didn't need to speak to command attention; her very presence radiated power and elegance. + +Aelric blinked once, taken aback. + +An elf? With Max? + +Not just any elf either—she was… beautiful. Strikingly so. + +He was tempted to ask but thought better of it. Whatever was going on between them, it wasn't his place to pry. He simply raised an eyebrow, gave Max a small smirk, then shrugged it off. + +Some questions didn't need answers. + +"By the way…" Aelric said with a grin, eyeing Max up and down. "Looks like you just arrived, huh?" + +Max nodded slightly. + +"Well then, go get your Essence Stone from the human registration branch over there," Aelric continued, pointing toward a grand building near the tower's base, marked with the crest of humanity. "Once you have it, we can enter the Tower together. I bet everyone inside is going to be shocked to see you." + +Max's smile faded. His expression turned a little stiff, his gaze shifting downward. + +"Yeah… about that," he muttered. + +Aelric blinked. "What's wrong?" + +Max let out a slow breath, his voice dropping lower. "I might… be wanted by the humans of this continent." + +Aelric's cheerful demeanor vanished instantly. His brows furrowed. "Wanted?" he repeated, confused. Then a thought clicked in his mind. "Is this because of what happened with Envoy Lucas?" + +Max hesitated, then gave a small, reluctant nod. He looked off to the side, clearly uncomfortable. "Sort of…" + +Aelric narrowed his eyes, trying to piece together the events. He remembered the tension between Max and Lucas back in the Mourning Depths, but he had no idea it had escalated to something this serious. If Max was truly marked by the human faction here… that could complicate everything. + +Max gave a slow nod, a sheepish look creeping onto his face. There was a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a casual shrug. + +He didn't explain further. + +Didn't mention what really happened between him and Lucas. + +Didn't tell Aelric how far things had gone… what he had done when the sword had taken over. + +Some truths were better left unsaid. + +'Small details don't matter,' he told himself, brushing the thought aside with practiced ease.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +It wasn't a lie exactly. Just… an omission. + +And if leaving out the part where he nearly killed the envoy while consumed by madness kept things simpler, then so be it. + +Aelric didn't press. For now. + +"I didn't think it'd follow me here," Max said quietly, forcing a half-hearted smile. "But I guess trouble travels fast." + +Aelric crossed his arms, exhaling slowly. "Well… damn." + +He looked over toward the registration building, his mind already running through possibilities. + +This wasn't going to be as simple as walking in and saying hello anymore. + +"Can people go register wearing a mask or something?" Max asked, tilting his head slightly as he glanced at Aelric. + +Aelric thought about it for a moment before replying, "They can show up however they want—masks, cloaks, whatever. But when the time comes, you'll have to show your face. It's mandatory." + +Max's lips curled into a faint smile. "Good enough," he said. "Wait for me here." + +And just like that, he vanished. + +With a flicker of movement, Max reappeared in the shadow of a narrow alley nearby. He glanced around, his eyes glowing faintly gold as he activated his Yellow Soul and scanned the surroundings with his Three-Dimensional Body. No one was watching. + +Perfect. + +From his spatial space, he pulled out a familiar object—a featureless, smooth mask, the very one he had worn at the Sun Palace during King Magnar's grand birthday celebration. + +Back then, the mask had served several purposes: secrecy, anonymity, and more importantly, layered protection. It didn't just hide his appearance physically; it cloaked his very essence. The mask applied two layers of disguise—one external, one internal—shielding both his face and his soul signature. + +He slipped it on. + +Then, after throwing on a black robe that covered him from neck to boots, Max made his way back to the others. + +When he emerged in front of Aelric and Princess Lenavira, both of them stared at him for a moment—visibly taken aback. + +Max spread his arms slightly. "So? What do you think?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-378.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-378.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..944fc82 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-378.md @@ -0,0 +1,148 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 378: Entering the Tower" +slug: "ch-378" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 378 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Princess Lenavira's expression twisted into something between disdain and pure irritation. "Are you humans truly this foolish?" she asked coldly. "Wearing a mask doesn't change anything. You still have to remove it during registration. Didn't you hear your puny friend just now?" + +Aelric's head snapped toward her. "P-puny…?" + +He blinked, stunned. + +Had she seriously just called him that? + +Max chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. "Relax," he said, grinning beneath the mask. "Just watch. I'll handle it my way." + +With that, he turned and walked confidently toward the registration area, where a short line of people from various races stood waiting their turn. + +Behind him, Lenavira's brow furrowed. She clearly didn't appreciate being dismissed so casually. + +Her eyes shifted to Aelric again, studying him. + +"I've heard you're a prince from wherever it is you come from," she said flatly. "But your strength… only at the fifth level of Seeker Rank? At most, you'd reach the third or maybe the fourth floor of the Tower." + +She crossed her arms, her voice thick with disdain. "So calling you puny wasn't a mistake after all." + +Aelric stood there, a muscle twitching in his jaw. + +He had grown up around power. Prestige. Royal etiquette. + +But this… this elf? + +She was royalty to the core. Not just in title—but in presence, in attitude, in arrogance. It rolled off her like a stormfront. + +He actually felt a little dizzy. Like he was being talked down to by a walking, golden statue with an ego bigger than the entire Western Region. + +He resisted the urge to cough up blood. + +"…I miss talking to normal people," he muttered under his breath. + +From where Aelric and Princess Lenavira stood, the registration process was clearly visible. The building where it was taking place wasn't enclosed—just a roof held up by tall stone columns. No walls. Everything was out in the open. + +They could see the line, the registrars seated behind sleek metallic desks, and the slow but steady stream of humans stepping forward to receive their Essence Stones. + +Max waited quietly in line, blending in with the crowd. Around him, other humans stood in silence—young warriors, calm veterans, and robed experts—each from different factions of this continent. His eyes scanned their faces. + +'So they're all locals,' Max thought, noting the subtle similarities in dress and accent. + +One by one, people moved forward. The line grew shorter. Eventually, it was Max's turn. + +He stepped up to the desk. + +A bored-looking human official sat behind it, dressed in a navy robe with the insignia of the Human Registration Authority stitched into his shoulder. In his hand was a thin, transparent tablet that glowed faintly with blue light. + +"Name?" the man asked without looking up. + +"Max Harrington," Max replied calmly. + +The man typed something on the tablet, then finally glanced up. "Alright. Remove the mask. Need to scan your face." + +Max nodded without complaint and slowly lifted the featureless mask from his face. + +The registrar's expression shifted instantly. His eyes widened. His lips curled back. + +"Damn," he muttered, recoiling slightly. "That's… messed up." + +Max's face, now exposed, was covered in deep, jagged scars. Old wounds, twisted tissue, reminders of countless battles and pain. It wasn't just disfigured—it was almost monstrous. Enough to make anyone look twice. Or look away. + +The man's hand trembled slightly as he raised the tablet, scanning Max's face as quickly as possible. Sweat gathered on his brow. + +"You can put it back on," he said hurriedly, practically waving the mask at Max like it was a shield against the sight. + +Max slid the mask back into place without a word. + +The registrar exhaled in relief—only for his brow to furrow a second later. He was scanning Max's strength level now, and what he saw made his face twist again. + +"Huh? Level 1 of Adept Rank?" His tone sharpened. "You think this is a joke?" + +Max just shrugged. "I'm going in whether you like it or not. Just do your job." + +The man scowled. "I've seen a lot like you… all swagger and no substance." He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. "Most of them didn't even make it past the first floor. Their ends were... unpleasant." + +Still, he didn't refuse. + +He reached beneath the table and retrieved a small, grayish-blue stone. It pulsed faintly in his palm before he tossed it lazily toward Max. + +Max caught it with ease. + +"Go ahead. You're done," the man muttered, waving him off like he wanted the whole thing behind him. + +Max gave a slight nod to the registrar, then turned without another word. The whispers and curious glances of those still in line followed him as he walked away, but he paid them no mind. + +The cool, smooth surface of the Essence Stone rested securely in his hand—faintly glowing, warm to the touch. + +A smirk crept across his face, hidden beneath the mask. + +It didn't take long to retrace his steps through the open square, past the stone columns and quiet observers. Soon, he was standing once more in front of Aelric and Princess Lenavira. + +Without saying anything at first, Max held up the Essence Stone between his fingers like a prized trophy. Its faint blue shimmer caught the sunlight. + +"Your highness… Princess Lenavira," he said, voice casual, mock-respectful, with an exaggerated bow. "Were you saying something earlier?" + +Then he grinned wide, cocky and unapologetic. "Because it looks like I registered just fine." + +The smugness practically radiated from him. + +Lenavira's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. + +Aelric blinked, torn between amusement and disbelief. He didn't say a word—just stepped slightly to the side and let the tension play out. + +"Humph." + +That was all Princess Lenavira said. + +A single, sharp scoff. + +She crossed her arms and turned her gaze away, as if the sight of Max holding that Essence Stone offended her very existence. Her golden hair shimmered in the light, and her expression remained cold—controlled—but the twitch in her brow betrayed her irritation. + +She didn't say another word. + +Max, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear beneath his mask. That reaction was all he needed. + +He'd seen her going wild with her arrogance. But now? She had nothing to say. + +And to him, that was a win. + +A glorious, silent win. + +'I'll take that as a victory,' he thought smugly, resisting the urge to laugh. + +For once, he'd gotten the last word. + +"Let's go and enter the tower," Max said, pulling off his mask with a calm expression. + +He no longer needed to hide. The mask had served its purpose—securing the Essence Stone. Whether the humans here recognized him or not didn't matter anymore. They could report him to the officials of the Saint Human Alliance for all he cared. No one was allowed to fight within this city's borders, and he intended to use that law to his advantage. + +"Let's go then," Princess Lenavira replied coolly, her tone unreadable as she turned and began walking toward the towering structure. + +Max fell into step behind her, with Aelric quietly following at his side. + +As they approached, the sheer scale of the Tower of Truth became overwhelming. Up close, Max finally grasped how truly colossal it was—its dark, stone walls stretching so high they disappeared into the clouds, as if touching the heavens themselves. + +They passed through the massive archway at its base and stepped inside. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-379.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-379.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f861079 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-379.md @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 379: An ODD one" +slug: "ch-379" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 379 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1227 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +What greeted them was a vast interior chamber teeming with life. + +Dozens—no, hundreds—of cultivators from countless races crowded the enormous hall. But even with such diversity, one could see the clear dominance of three: humans, demons, and elves. Their presence filled the space, each group clustered loosely around their own, but all drawn toward the same thing. + +At the heart of the chamber was a large arena—circular, raised, and surrounded on all sides by the crowd. + +Inside, two figures clashed violently. + +A human and a demon. + +They moved like shadows and lightning, exchanging rapid blows. But it didn't take long for Max to see the truth—the demon was winning. His strikes were sharper, his reactions faster. He fought with the ease of someone toying with his opponent. + +Then, in a sudden shift of momentum, the demon slipped past the human's guard. + +One punch landed—then another. And another. + +Fists crashed against flesh as the human stumbled, blood flying from his mouth with each hit. + +And then it was over. + +The human collapsed—lifeless. + +The crowd erupted. Not in shock. Not in grief. But in mockery. + +"Hah! Humans are always weak," a sneering voice rang out from the demon crowd. + +"True," another agreed with a laugh. "Especially the ones on the lower floors." + +"Yeah, half of them barely even reach the first or second level of Seeker Rank, and they think they can climb the tower?" + +"Humans are trash. Through and through." + +Their scorn echoed throughout the chamber. + +Max's expression didn't change. But deep inside, something flared. Not anger—yet. But a quiet tension. A building heat. One that might not stay buried for long. + +"So," Max said casually, turning his head toward Princess Lenavira as they watched the arena. "What are the rules of the tower? Care to explain?" + +Lenavira opened her mouth to respond—but didn't get the chance. + +Before a single word could leave her lips, a wave of movement swept through the hall. From across the chamber, a group of elves—tall, elegant, radiating grace and pride—had spotted her. + +In an instant, they descended. + +"Princess Lenavira!" one of them called out, rushing forward. + +The rest quickly surrounded her, forming a loose circle of gleaming armor and long robes, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern. + +"What are you doing here, Your Highness?" + +"And who is this human with you?" another demanded, eyes darting toward Max. "Why are you walking beside him so casually?" + +But then—something shifted. + +One of the elves took a half-step back, his eyes narrowing. + +"Wait… wait a minute…" + +He stared at Max, his pupils dilating slightly. "What is this… feeling?" + +Others turned toward Max as well, their brows furrowing. The air around him was calm, but something beneath it made their blood stir. A quiet pressure. A strange pull. Something primal. Something... ancient. + +"Princess Lenavira…" one whispered, barely able to tear his gaze from Max. "What is happening here?" + +Another spoke, his voice low, almost fearful. "Could he be…?" + +They didn't finish the thought. + +But the air had changed. The casual arrogance that elves usually carried was gone—replaced with unease. Reverence. Instinctive caution. + +Max simply stood still, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. + +Whatever they were sensing from him—it was real. And it was shaking them to their core. + +'Are they sensing something from me? A pressure?' Max frowned, watching the sudden shift in the elves' expressions. + +Their confident postures had faltered. Some looked uneasy. Others hesitant. And all of them were staring directly at him. + +But Max wasn't doing anything. + +No aura release. No killing intent. Not even a ripple of power leaking out of him. + +That made it all the more strange. + +He furrowed his brow slightly, trying to make sense of their reaction. 'Elves are supposed to be extremely sensitive to energy. They use mana that's purer and more refined than what humans manipulate. Their perception should be sharper, not confused.' + +So how—how—could they be feeling pressure from him, when he was perfectly still? + +His thoughts briefly drifted to the Infernal Demon Tattoo etched deep into his soul. But no... that couldn't be it. He would've known. That infernal energy, volatile and destructive, was completely dormant right now. Quiet. Asleep. + +And yet… + +Their blood was reacting to something. + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. 'It's not the infernal energy… then what is it?' + +Just then— + +"You all, keep quiet!" + +The sudden voice cut through the chatter like a blade. + +The gathered elves froze as a new figure stepped into the hall—an elf with long green hair, dressed in finely woven robes that shimmered with enchantments. His presence alone made the air feel heavier. His gaze swept over the crowd, cold and commanding. + +He didn't shout. He didn't need to. + +Whatever he had just said through sound transmission, it worked. The other elves stiffened, then lowered their heads slightly, falling silent at once. No one dared speak again in his presence. + +Max glanced at him. 'He didn't even move his lips… Sound transmission?' He realized. 'And judging by their reaction, he's someone with weight.' + +But before he could think further, a sharp voice called out—cutting across the entire hall. + +"Hey! You, human!" + +Max turned his head toward the arena. + +A demon stood at its center, broad-shouldered and grinning like a predator. His skin was dark crimson, his eyes glowing faintly with a golden hue, and sharp horns curled back from his temples. His aura was oppressive—solid, steady. + +Level 3 Seeker Rank. + +"Yeah, I'm talking to you," the demon sneered, pointing a clawed finger. "The human standing in the middle of all those elves like you belong there." + +A few demons chuckled from the sidelines. + +"You're only at Level 1 of the Adept Rank, and yet you walk into the Tower of Truth? You've got some guts for a human. Or maybe… just a death wish." + +Laughter broke out among the demons, harsh and mocking. + +The elves didn't laugh—but many exchanged looks. Some shook their heads. A few even sighed in advance, as if they were already preparing for the inevitable. + +Max stared at the demon, then glanced at the arena floor. His eyes narrowed slightly—not from fear, but from focus. + +"And since you're here," the demon continued, his tone darker now, "I'm guessing you're ready to fight, yeah?" + +Max rolled his shoulders. "Yeah," he said calmly. "I've been wanting to see what a battle in this place feels like." + +Then, without another word, Max jumped. His black robes fluttered as he soared through the air, flipping midair before landing on the arena floor with a soft thud. + +The hall went silent. + +Demons blinked in disbelief. Elves stiffened. Even the green-haired elf raised an eyebrow. + +A human. Level 1 Adept Rank. Voluntarily stepping into the arena… against a Level 3 Seeker Rank demon? + +A murmur rolled through the crowd like a wave. + +"Is he insane?" + +"He's gonna get flattened." + +"That's got to be the dumbest human I've ever seen." + +"Maybe he's trying to die quickly." + +"Even for trash-tier humans, this is something else." + +Demons were sneering openly now, grins spreading across their faces. To them, this was entertainment. A massacre in the making. + +Elves, while more reserved, weren't much kinder. Some whispered quietly. Others simply looked away, already predicting the outcome. + +But while the demons laughed and the elves sneered, there was one group that didn't share their scorn. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-38.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-38.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5187eb8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-38.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 38: Lionheart Guild" +slug: "ch-38" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 38 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1111 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Lionheart Guild? Are they here for the Bouncer Squad?" Max stopped as he cursed under his breath, his expression turning solemn. The timing of their arrival, combined with the announcement just now, made him very uneasy. + +Moreover, from the announcement just now, it was clear they hadn't arrived with good intentions. + +Turning his attention toward the portal, he noticed it was still shining. 'There are still many who haven't left the dungeon yet, so how did the Lionheart Guild know beforehand that the Bouncer Squad is dead?' + +Just at that moment, the crowd erupted at the announcement. + +"Why is the Lionheart Guild here?" + +"Why? Probably to cause some trouble. They are the most daring guild of the five top guilds, with a history of never fearing any power in our continent." + +"Something good is about to happen. I'm sure of it." + +"I wonder what these hunters from the Burning Wilds dungeon did to attract the hatred of the Lionheart Guild." + +"Humph, I'm sure the Union Vanguard won't sit still in this situation." + +Hearing them, Max's palms sweated as he felt the tense situation approaching. + +'Could I be overthinking this? Maybe the arrival of the Lionheart Guild has nothing to do with the Bouncer Squad,' he thought, but then shook his head. 'Then why would they stop those who just left the Burning Wilds dungeon from leaving?' + +Max contemplated the situation carefully, weighing his options. 'With my strength, there's no way they'd suspect me,' he thought, coming up with a plan. 'Still, I can't afford to leave this area now that they've asked us not to. If I do, it might come back to bite me with even bigger problems later on.' + +Just at that moment, the wind picked up, howling as dust swirled through the air. Everyone's attention snapped toward the sky as they noticed a sleek, rhombus-shaped flying shuttle descending toward them, cutting through the air with remarkable speed. + +It hovered above them, and from it came down many men and women. + +"Those who came out of the Burning Wilds dungeon, gather here." A man with light blue hair and a narrowed face began gathering them. + +Max sighed upon seeing the situation and gathered with everyone from the Burning Wilds dungeon. Some were surprised to see him still alive, while others didn't care. + +He stood with them in such a way that he faced Alice. He did that intentionally. If things got worse, Max hoped she could help him with indications or any other method, and he could only get her help if he could see her. + +Currently, Alice seemed to be talking with the old man, her expression solemn. + +'I hope everything works out in the end,' Max sighed and looked away from her. + +Just at that moment, a loud shout attracted everyone's attention. + +"Hey, look! The portal stopped shining, that means all the hunters have come out, but—but the Bouncer Squad... and also, why did only about 20 hunters come out when about 50 of them entered?" + +Everyone's eyes narrowed as they turned toward the portal. Even the drones turned towards the portal to capture everything. + +Because of the arrival of the Lionheart Guild and their announcement, everyone's attention had been on them and the hunters from the Burning Wilds dungeon, so many people hadn't noticed that the Bouncer Squad hadn't left the dungeon yet. + +And now, as they looked back at the dim portal before them, a look of disbelief washed over them. They couldn't imagine what or who could have killed the Bouncer Squad. + +Their strength was at the very peak of the F-rank dungeons. Nobody in the Novice Rank should even stand a chance against them, and yet they died. + +Most importantly, they were surprised that only a few hunters came out of the Burning Wilds dungeon. + +"That explains why the Lionheart Guild is here. It seems they have something to do with the Bouncer Squad." + +"I'm more curious as to who could have killed the Bouncer Squad? Also, what could have happened that, after clearing the dungeon, less than half of the hunters returned? What about the others? Are they dead?" + +"The list of suspects would be significantly narrowed down to just a few familiar names if they only considered those who have reached Level 10 of the Novice Rank." + +"But I believe the killer isn't working alone. It seems like someone orchestrated the entire thing and assembled a team to take down the Bouncer Squad and the others."𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +"Only this explanation seems plausible. I refuse to believe that a single individual could possess the strength to eliminate the entire Bouncer Squad on their own." + +The crowd erupted in chaos when they learned that the Bouncer Squad had perished inside an F-rank dungeon. Many speculated that it was part of a larger conspiracy, with multiple hunters uniting to eliminate the Bouncer Squad. Others, however, were simply waiting eagerly for the drama to unfold. + +Just then, two figures descended gracefully from the hovering shuttle above. Both appeared to be in their early twenties or late twenties, exuding an air of authority despite their youthful appearance. + +The man had neatly combed black hair and donned a sharp black suit that matched his stern expression. Beside him, the woman wore a flowing violet dress, her long chestnut-brown hair cascading down to her knees, swaying gently with every movement. + +'Their strength... I can't see their strength!' Max frowned, his heart rate increasing with each passing moment, but he forced himself to calm down. + +The man wearing the suit didn't pay any attention to the crowd and arrived before the small group of people who had cleared the Burning Wilds dungeon. + +"I am Nash from the Lionheart Guild," he announced, his sharp, hawk-like gaze scanning every individual standing before him. "The Bouncer Squad recently signed a contract with our guild. And today... all five of them didn't make it out of the dungeon." + +But before he continued, he surveyed all the drones flying in the air before red strings began to release from his hands. These strings wrapped around the all the drones and crushed them into pieces. + +Nash then turned his attention towards the everyone again. His piercing eyes seemed to weigh each person as he continued, his tone cold and deliberate. "What does that mean?" Nash's voice grew louder, carrying an edge of accusation. "It means they were killed inside the dungeon. And it means some of you worked together to make that happen." + +'They are indeed here for the Bouncer Squad.' Max thought calmly, his thoughts swirling back to the one person who knows about what happened to the Bouncer Squad aside from Alice and Amy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-380.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-380.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f8ccc42 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-380.md @@ -0,0 +1,206 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 380: A Path by Blood" +slug: "ch-380" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 380 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1317 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The humans. + +More specifically, the human geniuses from the Valora Continent. + +They stood scattered throughout the hall—some gathered in small groups, others standing alone—but when Max entered the arena, all eyes turned toward him in stunned silence. + +"…Wait a second," one whispered, his eyes wide. "Isn't that… Max?" + +"Max Morgan?" another asked, voice hushed in disbelief. "I thought he was dead." + +"Same here. I heard he disappeared months ago. No word. Not a trace." + +"No, you guys weren't there. But I saw it. He was snapped out existence by Mark." + +"And now he's here…" one of them muttered, eyes locking onto Max's figure in the arena. "Fighting a Level 3 Seeker Rank demon with Level 1 Adept Rank strength… That's madness. Or courage." + +"Both," someone else said, a slow smile creeping across his face. "But that's Max for you." + +Excitement rippled through their ranks. + +These weren't the top-tier prodigies of Valora—the brightest stars had already pushed into the third and even fourth floors of the Tower of Truth. Max's closest companions and elite peers had gone far ahead, carving their paths upward. + +But these ones—still geniuses in their own right—had struggled. + +Some couldn't even clear the first floor. + +They hailed from different regions—some from the East, others the West. A few wore the colors of the top five guilds, others bore the insignias of the four super families. But in the Tower of Truth, none of that mattered. + +Status and bloodline meant little here. + +Power spoke louder. + +And in this chamber, these were the ones who had yet to prove themselves. + +Still… seeing Max step forward, fearless and defiant, something awakened in them. + +"For too long we've been forced down by those arrogant demons and smug elves," one of them muttered, clenching his fists. "Some of our friends died trying to break past this floor." + +"But with Max here… maybe that changes." + +"Yeah. He's one of us. And if he leads the way—maybe we'll finally show them what humans are made of." + +"Definitely." + +They exchanged glances. Nods of understanding. Small sparks of hope lighting up their eyes. + +Max's presence didn't just challenge a demon. + +It ignited something in the humans around him—especially the ones who still had something to prove. + +Max stood calmly in the center of the arena, his posture relaxed, his eyes locked on the demon before him. + +He raised a single hand and curled his fingers slowly. + +"Come on then," he said with a cool smile. "Show me what you've got." + +The demon's expression twisted into a snarl. + +"Kid, you're full of confidence for someone barely at Level 1 of the Adept Rank," he growled, baring sharp teeth in a savage grin. + +With a thunderous crack, the demon pushed off the arena floor, the stone beneath his feet fracturing from the sheer force of his leap. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance and appeared in front of Max—his fist already flying forward with terrifying momentum. + +But Max didn't flinch. + +His Three-Dimensional Body was fully activated, his perception heightened to an unnatural level. He could see the punch. See the muscles tense, the shift in weight, the trajectory. It was all too clear. + +With a small step to the left, Max avoided the blow effortlessly. + +The demon's eyes widened briefly. "Hmph… Fast. You're fast for a Level 1 Adept, I'll give you that," he muttered, his tone more serious now. + +Without missing a beat, he launched another punch. + +Max dodged again. + +Not just avoided—anticipated. It was as if he knew exactly where the demon would strike next. + +The demon's grin vanished. + +"You think you can dodge my fists forever?" he snarled, his voice rising with fury. + +He struck again, his knuckles whistling through the air, the force behind the blow enough to shatter bones—if it connected. But just as it neared Max's head, the boy shifted—just slightly—and the punch missed by inches. + +"Damn you!" the demon roared. + +He launched a flurry of attacks—one after another. His fists blurred, pounding the air, slicing through space like hammers of destruction. + +But Max? He was untouchable. + +Each strike met only air. Every technique—every deceptive feint, every speed-enhanced punch, every shift in rhythm—was dodged cleanly. + +No energy burst. No flashy movement. + +Just perfect, precise evasion. + +The onlookers watched in stunned silence. The air was thick with tension and disbelief. + +The demon's face twisted into frustration, veins bulging across his forehead. + +"I don't believe this!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hall as he launched another barrage—faster, harder, wilder. + +And yet… Max dodged every single one. + +Without breaking a sweat. Without losing that calm, almost amused look in his eyes. + +He was in control. + +And the demon was beginning to realize it. + +"All right," Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and steady. "Time to finish it." + +Another punch came barreling toward him, wild and forceful—desperate now. But this time, Max didn't dodge. + +He raised his left hand and caught the fist mid-air. + +The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the arena floor, but Max didn't budge. His grip tightened like an unyielding vice. + +The demon's eyes widened in disbelief. + +"What—?!" + +Before the words could leave his mouth, Max's right arm pulled back—and then drove forward like a cannon. + +His fist, empowered by the strength of a hundred condensed Draconic Essences, crashed into the demon's chest. + +Bang! + +The sound was deafening. + +Like a thunderclap tearing through stone. + +The demon's body was sent flying backwards, a blur of red and black hurling through the air. And then—mid-flight—it happened. + +His body shattered. + +Bones cracked. Flesh ruptured. Blood and bits of crimson energy erupted like a firework in midair. + +The crowd gasped. + +The demon's body exploded into pieces, scattered across the far edge of the arena, leaving behind nothing but the fading echoes of the blast and stunned silence. + +He was dead. + +One punch. + +One strike. + +It was over. + +But just as the fight ended, and the dust settled, Max noticed something—something that made his eyes narrow.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +The remains of the demon… were disappearing. + +What was left of the corpse—chunks of flesh, cracked bones, even the blood staining the ground—began to dissolve into faint streams of red and gold light. The streams twisted unnaturally, flowing toward the arena floor as if being absorbed. + +Max watched in silence as the arena itself swallowed the remnants of the demon like a living thing. + +And then he felt it. + +A pulse. + +From his hand. + +His Essence Stone—still clutched tightly—began to vibrate. + +He looked down and saw golden particles of light swirling around the stone, almost like fireflies caught in a spiral. They shimmered, dancing in slow motion, before slowly sinking into the surface of the stone. + +A moment later, a faint number appeared on it, glowing softly. + +'300.' + +Max's eyes narrowed. + +'These golden particles…' + +He recognized them. The texture, the feeling, the power in the air—it was identical to what he had encountered back in the temple. The trial for ascending to higher floors. When he killed the monsters there, these same golden particles had appeared, and each time he absorbed them, his strength had surged. + +Back then, they had helped him rise three levels in a row. + +Before he could think further, Blob's voice echoed in his mind. + +"Yeah, those golden glowing particles in the stone? That's life essence—just like what you absorbed in the temple," the little creature said, his tone calm and informative. "But this… this is more refined. It's purer. Stronger." + +Max's grip on the stone tightened. + +"If you absorb this essence," Blob continued, "it'll definitely increase your strength. You might even reach Level 2 of Adept Rank. But it won't be enough on its own. You'll need a few more wins—collect more life essence—before you can truly break through." + +Max nodded silently. + +So that's how the tower worked. + +Kill. Win. Absorb. + +Refined life essence as reward. + +A path paved not only with blood—but with opportunity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-381.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-381.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ebbca7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-381.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 381: Rules of the Tower of Truth" +slug: "ch-381" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 381 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1012 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After understanding how the Tower of Truth truly functioned, Max's gaze swept across the vast chamber. He looked at the gathering of humans, demons, elves, and other foreign races—each one bearing the same fire in their eyes, the same hunger that burned deep within their auras. + +'So this is how it is,' he thought, his expression calm but eyes cold. + +They had been fighting here for who knows how long—killing each other for strength, for life essence, for the right to ascend. Every race, every warrior, was trapped in the same cycle: defeat others to grow stronger. Win to survive. Kill to thrive. + +'This world is a messed-up place,' Max sighed inwardly. + +But despite that, he wasn't against it. + +Not really. + +If killing one's enemies meant progress—meant power—then so be it. It was a brutal truth, but he had long accepted that the path of strength was paved with blood. And more importantly, he didn't believe it always had to end in death. + +Not every battle needed to be fatal. + +There were other ways to win. + +He could tell, though, that most of the people here didn't think the same way. For them, victory was incomplete without slaughter. + +Still, that wasn't his concern. + +Ignoring the wide-eyed stares from demons and humans alike—those still shocked that a Level 1 Adept had just obliterated a Seeker Rank opponent—Max casually jumped down from the arena. + +He landed smoothly beside Princess Lenavira, dusting off his robe like nothing had happened. + +"So," he said again, voice light but pointed, "what are the rules here?" + +Lenavira glanced at him, her golden eyes assessing, before she answered. + +"You can challenge anyone to a fight in the arena," she said. "Likewise, if someone challenges you, you can choose to accept… or reject." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "So no forced battles." + +She nodded. "Correct. But when it comes to ascending floors, you have two options—either win ten consecutive battles on your current floor, or remain unchallenged for three full days." + +She paused briefly before adding, "Only then will the tower permit you to enter the next floor." + +Max nodded slowly, absorbing every word. + +"Oh, and one more thing," Lenavira added, flicking a lock of golden hair behind her shoulder. "Killing your opponent isn't mandatory. You just need to win. That's all the tower requires." + +Max exhaled softly through his nose, unsurprised. + +'Just as I thought. Victory is enough. But even then… people here will still kill. Not because they have to—' + +'—but because they want to.' + +That was something no rule could ever change. + +Max then turned to Crown Prince Aelric, his voice light but with a hint of anticipation. + +"Where are the others? I want to meet them." + +Aelric smiled. "They should be on the third or fourth floor by now, but don't worry—I'll send word. I'll call them tonight." + +Max nodded, satisfied. There's still some time before nightfall, he thought. He'd have to wait a bit longer to reunite with his friends. + +His gaze then shifted to Princess Lenavira. + +"I can go to your kingdom," he said bluntly, "but the truth is—I don't trust you. Or the elves." + +His words were direct, even harsh, but he didn't sugarcoat it. He had no reason to. + +Max's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't understand how she knew his connection to Freya—his sister. No one on the Valora Continent could confirm that bond. It wasn't public knowledge. It wasn't something even he fully understood. Yet this elf princess, from an entirely different continent, seemed to know. + +That alone set off alarm bells. + +Add to that the general mystery surrounding the elves—their secrecy, their arrogance, their long histories of manipulation and hidden agendas—and Max wasn't about to walk blindly into their world. + +Princess Lenavira closed her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, her tone was calm, but unwavering. + +"If that's the case," she said solemnly, "then I'll keep following you… until I earn your trust." + +Max blinked, mildly surprised by her response. + +He let out a small, wry chuckle. "You know," he said, "that's not exactly how you gain someone's trust." + +"But it's the only way I know," she replied, her voice steady and sincere. "I don't know how else to prove myself to you." + +Max sighed and shook his head, but he didn't argue. + +"Do as you wish." + +He had already made up his mind. He wouldn't step foot in the elf kingdom until he knew more—until he had answers. Just because they claimed to know Freya didn't mean he could trust them. Rushing in blind would be no different than walking into a trap. + +And he wasn't ready to gamble his life on vague promises and royal words. + +Just then, a sudden pressure swept across the area. + +"You're the new human… the one who killed some of our people outside the Cursed Zone?" + +A deep, grating voice cut through the air. + +Max turned to see a group of demons heading straight toward him. Their aura was heavy, hostile. At the front of the group were two imposing figures—both at the 5th level of Seeker Rank. Their presence alone was enough to make the nearby crowd instinctively step aside, forming a clear path for them. + +They stopped just a few feet from Max, locking eyes with him. + +"Are you that human?" one of the lead demons asked, his expression hard, his voice low and dangerous. + +Max didn't flinch. "Correct," he said calmly. "I killed them." + +The two demons narrowed their eyes, studying him more closely. On the surface, Max's strength was only at the 1st level of the Adept Rank. And yet… their scouts had reported otherwise. Their Seeker Rank comrades—strong, seasoned warriors—had been wiped out by this same boy. + +It didn't add up. + +"You're just a kid," one of them growled. "Who the hell are you really?" + +"Yeah," the other sneered. "We're all dying to know what kind of monster hides under that human skin." + +But before Max could respond, another wave of spiritual pressure swept in from the side—refined, yet suffocating. This time, it was the elves. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-382.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-382.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7afae3e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-382.md @@ -0,0 +1,184 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 382: Declaration" +slug: "ch-382" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 382 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A group of them approached, their presence just as commanding. Each one radiated a powerful aura, their strengths all high in the Seeker Rank. Elven guards, warriors, nobles perhaps. They walked with elegance, but there was no mistaking the steel in their eyes. + +And leading them… was someone different. + +He stepped forward, and the others instinctively gave him space. + +He was tall, with long golden hair that shimmered like sunlight, similar in color to Lenavira's, but styled with meticulous care—combed neatly to the side. His face was long and noble, with sharp, arrogant eyes and the subtle smirk of someone who never had to fight for attention. + +He wore elaborate robes lined with silver and emerald, with intricate patterns stitched into the fabric—clearly the attire of royalty. + +But what drew Max's attention more than his looks… was his strength. + +10th level of Seeker Rank. The absolute peak. + +The elf's presence was crushing—like standing in front of a mountain ready to fall. + +The demons fell silent. Even they didn't dare make a move right now. + +Max, however, didn't take a single step back. His eyes met the elf's with calm indifference. + +"So, kid…" the golden-haired elf said, his voice cool, arrogant, and laced with superiority. "Who are you really?" + +The air was thick with tension, the crowd quiet, listening. + +No sooner his words came out, another voice echoed through the hall, firm and cutting. + +"Elliot," it said. "Whoever he is… it's none of the elves' concern, is it?" + +Everyone turned toward the source. + +A new group had arrived—humans. Their presence wasn't as overwhelming as the elves or demons, but they carried themselves with quiet confidence. At the front walked a young man with striking blue hair, styled neatly, his robes embroidered with subtle but dignified patterns. + +His face was calm, expression unreadable—but the sharpness in his eyes said everything. He wasn't just some human cultivator. He was someone dangerous. + +"Chris…" the golden-haired elf, Elliot, muttered, his face tightening in displeasure. + +"Elliot," Chris said with a polite smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You should know. He's a human. That means he's my responsibility." + +The words were gentle. But they left no room for argument. + +"Chris… shut your sinking mouth," Elliot snapped, his voice venomous. + +Chris didn't flinch. He just kept smiling calmly, like he was watching a child throw a tantrum. + +In the middle of it all, Max stood silently, his eyes moving from the demons, to the elves, then finally to the humans—each group posturing, each one playing their own game. + +A wide grin slowly stretched across his face. + +Then he stepped forward. + +"I'm Max Morgan," he said, his voice loud, clear, and filled with confidence. "Just a nobody from the Valora Continent—" + +The words echoed across the great hall of the Tower of Truth. + +The crowd stirred. Whispers spread like wildfire. + +"Who?" + +"Valora Continent?" + +"A nobody dares stand there and—" + +"—however," Max continued, his chin rising, eyes flashing with unshakable resolve, "I'll be the strongest genius of the entire Lower Domain—once I thrash every so-called genius this Lost Continent has to offer." + +A hush fell. + +Then laughter. Mocking. Scoffing. + +Exactly what he wanted. + +Max stood there with a small smirk playing on his lips. He hadn't said those words to earn applause. In fact, if he had his way, he would've preferred to stay under the radar. + +But this place didn't reward shadows. + +He had quickly realized—if he wanted to climb the tower fast, he needed fights. And to move up to the next floor, he needed ten consecutive victories. + +In a place teeming with prideful geniuses, what better way to line up opponents than to challenge their pride? + +Disdain, mockery, and outrage were all fuel for what he needed. + +If they hated him, they'd challenge him. + +And if they challenged him… he'd win. + +One by one. + +—- + +Silence. + +A thick, heavy silence. + +For a few heartbeats, no one moved. No one spoke. + +Then— + +Princess Lenavira blinked, stunned. She turned toward Max, her composure breaking just slightly as she stared at him like he had lost his mind. + +Even Crown Prince Aelric—who knew Max better than anyone—could only give a helpless, wry smile. Of course Max would say something like that. + +But the others? + +The demons? + +The elves? + +The humans of the Lost Continent? + +They burst into laughter. + +Loud. Unrestrained. Echoing across the tower's stone walls. + +"Hah! Did he just say he'd beat all the geniuses of the Lost Continent?" + +"Someone shut this guy up!" + +"This is the best joke I've heard in weeks!" + +"An Adept Rank human… talking about dominating the Lower Domain!" + +They laughed like it was a festival. + +But behind the laughter… there was something else. + +Irritation. Arrogance. And a hint of disdain. + +They all knew the truth—an unspoken fact shared between the races of the Lost Continent. + +Humans from the foreign continent came here every now and then. They arrived in waves—eager explorers, wandering cultivators, ambitious geniuses hoping to prove themselves. + +But without fail… they were disappointing. + +Their talent, when compared to the natives of the Lost Continent, was below average at best. Their techniques, their bloodlines, their battle instincts—all lacking. In a land where demons, elves, and even local humans honed their strength in the Tower of Truth's brutal gauntlet, these foreigners always seemed a step behind. + +And now, one of them—just a boy, barely at the first level of Adept Rank—had stood before demons, elves, and some of the strongest humans of the Lower Domain… and declared that he would thrash the geniuses of the Lost Continent? + +It didn't just sound arrogant. + +It sounded absurd. + +A bad joke told with a straight face. + +The laughter that erupted wasn't just amusement—it was scorn, mockery sharpened with superiority. + +"He really thinks he's something." + +"Typical foreigner—loud mouth, no spine." + +"Let's see if he's still smiling when he meets one of the Ten Prodigies." + +"He won't even make it past the second floor." + +The natives of the continent laughed, making joke of Max's statement. To them, he was no different from the countless arrogant fools who came from across the sea with dreams bigger than their strength. + +But amidst the laughter, Max didn't flinch. + +He stood tall, arms crossed, wearing a faint smirk like he hadn't heard a single word they said. + +"Aelric, let's go," Max said casually, turning toward the Crown Prince with a nod. "I've got a few matters to take care of." + +He wasn't in a rush to climb the Tower of Truth—not yet. He would need to let them wait for a while to challenge him to increase their impatience level. Only then he would get challenges non-stop one after another. + +Moreover— + +What he needed now was information. Real, precise knowledge. About the tower. About the way it worked. And most importantly… about the elves. + +That was his priority. + +But as Max took a step forward, his path was cut off. + +Elliot and his group of elves moved without hesitation, standing firmly in front of him, forming a neat, elegant blockade. Their faces were calm—too calm—but their eyes were sharp and unwelcoming. + +"Where do you think you're going?" Elliot asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You couldn't possibly think you can just walk away after making a declaration like that, could you?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-383.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-383.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..caa2c26 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-383.md @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 383: A Concept" +slug: "ch-383" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 383 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1045 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stopped in his tracks and met Elliot's gaze directly. + +The golden-haired elf stood with royal confidence, his posture straight, arms behind his back, chin slightly raised like he was looking down at someone beneath him. His group of elven retainers stood behind him in silent solidarity, their auras cold and sharp. + +Max narrowed his eyes, studying them. + +Something was off. + +He looked closer—not at their strength, but at their reaction to him. Or rather… the lack of it. + +Strange… + +Earlier, when he'd stood beside Lenavira, the surrounding elves had reacted immediately to his presence. Their blood stirred, their expressions had shifted, their instincts felt him, even when he hadn't released a hint of power. + +But these elves? The ones following Elliot? + +Nothing. + +No subtle tension. + +No subconscious reverence. + +No unease in their stance or eyes. + +'They're not reacting to me at all,' Max thought, his gaze lingering on Elliot a moment longer. 'So either they're different… or they can't sense it like the others could.' + +He didn't like it. + +Something didn't add up. Either these elves were blocking their perception on purpose… or they weren't the same kind of elves at all. + +But he didn't show it on his face. + +Instead, Max smiled—calm and composed. + +"Oh? So now you're trying to stop me?" he asked coolly, locking eyes with Elliot. + +Elliot's smile didn't falter. "I'm only curious. You came in here, made a bold declaration in front of every race in the tower, and now you turn your back like it was just casual conversation? You act like a coward." + +Max chuckled softly. + +"If I wanted to prove myself now," he said, "I would've dropped every one of your followers in the arena one by one." + +He leaned in slightly, voice calm but carrying weight. "But I'm not in the mood to waste time on empty pride. Not today." + +Elliot's smile twitched. + +But Max didn't wait for a response. + +He turned back to Aelric. "Let's go." + +But just as Max and Aelric began to walk away, a sudden, suffocating pressure crashed down on Max like a falling mountain. + +It was overwhelming—dense, sharp, and laced with killing intent. + +It came from Elliot.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +The golden-haired elf hadn't moved an inch, but the air around him pulsed with power. A pure, oppressive force emanating from someone at the absolute peak of the 10th level of Seeker Rank. + +Max felt it instantly—every inch of it pressing down on his body. + +The tower's rules forbade combat outside the arena, but this wasn't technically a fight. It was a display of strength, a psychological attack. There was no rule preventing someone from using their aura to suppress another. + +Elliot's voice followed the pressure, cold and smug. + +"We can't fight outside the arena," he said, "but no one ever said anything about pressure." + +He narrowed his eyes, sneering. "If you can't even withstand this much, then you're not just arrogant… you're a fool." + +But Max didn't stop walking. + +He didn't so much as flinch. + +His steps remained calm, steady, unfazed—like the crushing weight pressing down on him didn't exist at all. + +He didn't look back. Didn't respond. + +He simply kept moving, stride smooth and composed, until he crossed the threshold of the tower and disappeared from sight. + +Elliot's eyes twitched. + +"Damn that kid!" he hissed under his breath. But he quickly regained his composure, straightening his collar with a smooth gesture. + +He turned to one of the elves in his entourage—a lean figure with sharp, narrow eyes and the quiet air of someone trained for the shadows. + +"Go," Elliot said flatly. "Find out everything you can. Why Lenavira is interested in that human. I want every detail—no matter how small." + +The elf gave a small nod, and without a word, his body blurred and vanished into the crowd like mist scattering into wind. + +Elliot turned back toward the arena, his golden eyes narrowing in thought. + +'Lenavira… it doesn't matter if you gather the help of a human or even make deals with demons. In the end, you're still going to lose,' he thought darkly. + +And with that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the tower. + +The only ones left were the humans led by Chris. + +He hadn't moved during the entire encounter. + +He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and unbothered, his blue hair gently swaying in the tower's soft air currents. + +'So that's him,' Chris thought, his gaze distant yet focused. 'Max Morgan. The one Uncle Lucas mentioned.' + +His eyes gleamed faintly, reflecting a glint of interest. + +Without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the tower as well—his footsteps echoing softly behind him. + +Stepping out of the Tower of Truth, Max exhaled slowly, letting the chaotic energy and tension of the arena fade behind him. + +The sun was still high, casting a warm glow across the city below. People bustled about, oblivious to what had just unfolded inside the tower. Max walked in silence for a moment, then turned to Aelric. + +"So…" he asked, tone calm but serious, "is it possible to comprehend a Concept inside the tower?" + +It was the question that had been weighing on his mind the most. + +Right now, all his laws—sword, lightning, flame, darkness, and more—were stuck. No matter how hard he pushed himself, they refused to break past Level 3, the Aura stage. It was as if he'd hit a wall, and no amount of training could push him through. + +And he knew why. + +'Comprehending the initial level of a Law is one thing. Advancing it… that's something else entirely.' + +He'd already spent what felt like years refining his Level 3 Sword Aura. Every day, every moment. But no matter how much effort he poured into it, the result was always the same. + +Nothing. + +That left him with only one option. + +He needed a source. + +Just like in the temple—where he had managed to comprehend Level 2 Auras from the source—it wasn't training that gave him a breakthrough. It was immersion. Exposure. Revelation through contact with a true origin of the auras itself. + +'Laws are strange,' Max thought, walking beside Aelric. 'Once you comprehend them, they're yours… but growing them is like chasing shadows in the dark—unless you find the flame they came from.' \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-384.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-384.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..868b5a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-384.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 384: Difficulty of leveling to Expert Rank" +slug: "ch-384" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 384 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1186 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Aelric nodded thoughtfully as he replied. "Yeah… I've heard that once someone reaches the 10th floor of the Tower, there's a chance to comprehend a Concept." + +Max's eyes lit up slightly—but only for a moment. + +Because before he could say anything, another voice—sharp and scornful—cut through the air. + +"Don't even dream about it," Princess Lenavira said coldly, her heels clicking against the ground as she caught up to them. + +Max glanced over at her as she continued, her gaze laced with disdain. + +"Comprehending a Concept isn't something that just happens—even inside the Tower of Truth. Even with the tower's help, it's almost as difficult as entering the Middle Domain." + +Her tone was matter-of-fact, yet carried the edge of someone who knew just how impossible the path was. + +"There are countless experts—humans, elves, demons, and more—at the 10th level of the Seeker Rank, all holed up on the 10th floor. They've been there for years, trying to grasp a Concept. And only a rare few have ever succeeded." + +Her eyes narrowed as she looked directly at Max. + +"To enter the Expert Rank, one must fuse their body with a Concept. Without that, the breakthrough is impossible. It's the last gate—and it's unforgiving." + +She took a slow step forward, her lips curling slightly into a mocking grin. + +"You think you can manage that? With your strength? You can only imagine the difficulty of comprehending a Concept." + +Princess Lenavira's words lingered in the air, but she wasn't finished. Her voice turned more solemn, her expression sharpening. + +"Do you even know why it's so difficult to enter the Expert Rank in the Lower Domain?" she asked, her tone quieter now—but far more serious. + +Max met her gaze but didn't speak. He wanted to hear it from her. + +"It's not just because comprehending a Concept is hard," she said. "It's because the very laws of this world are too thin." + +She lifted her hand slightly, as if gesturing to the air around them. + +"The Lower Domain is a fragmented, restrained part of the world. The essence of law here—sword, fire, lightning, time, space, and every other—is weak, diluted. It's like trying to light a fire in a place with no oxygen. Even if you find a spark, it dies out before it becomes a flame." + +Max's eyes narrowed. He could feel the truth in her words. + +"The Concept Sources you find in the tower or elsewhere may help you reach into the Expert Rank… if you're lucky. But once you're in, you'll find yourself stuck," she continued. "You can't advance. You can't deepen your understanding. The Domain itself holds you back." + +Her voice took on a cold finality. + +"That's the reality of the Lower Domain. For all races—humans, elves, demons alike—this is the ceiling. The limit. The endpoint." + +Max was silent for a moment, the weight of her explanation settling over him. + +'So that's it,' he thought. 'The laws here are too thin… too shallow. Even if I fight, win, comprehend—I'll eventually hit the same wall as everyone else.' + +He pondered, his mind deep in thought. + +'So… she's also stuck at the peak of Seeker Rank,' Max thought, glancing briefly at Princess Lenavira as she walked beside them. 'Just because she hasn't comprehended a Concept yet. + +It made sense now. + +She, like countless others, had reached the limit of what the Lower Domain could offer—but without a Concept, there was no moving forward. No breaking into the Expert Rank. No true ascension. + +Max could now vividly picture it—dozens, maybe hundreds of geniuses from the Lost Continent, all gathered on the 10th floor of the Tower of Truth. Each one at the peak of Seeker Rank. Each one waiting… hoping… straining to grasp a Concept. The final piece they needed to advance. + +But very few succeeded. + +'And even those that do… they wouldn't still be here,' Max realized. 'They wouldn't be allowed.' + +He recalled the rules of the Tower. + +Only those at the Seeker Rank and below could remain within its floors. The moment someone broke through into the Expert Rank, the tower itself would eject them—or worse, deny them entry altogether. + +They weren't even allowed in 1000 miles radius around the tower. + +'So that means every peak-level genius still in this tower… they've all hit the same wall. Just like her.' + +It was both sobering… and strangely motivating. + +'Well… what do I have to worry about?' Max thought with a wry smile, shaking his head as he walked. 'I'm still only at Level 1 of the Adept Rank.' + +The talk about the Expert Rank, the Concept bottleneck, and the stagnation of geniuses at the peak of the Seeker Rank was all very real—but it didn't concern him yet. He still had time. A long road ahead. And right now, there were things he needed to check—things he never got the chance to investigate while he was stuck in the Mourning Depths. + +And of course, there was the matter of the elves. + +Their sudden interest in him, especially Lenavira's, still didn't sit right with him. He didn't trust them, not even a little. He needed to figure out what exactly they wanted from him—and why they knew about his connection to Freya, something not even the top forces in the Valora Continent could confirm. + +But then— + +"Don't forget the Yin Soul, kid." + +Blob's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, casual as always but with an undertone of warning. + +'Yin Soul…' Max's expression turned serious. 'Yeah, I haven't forgotten. How could I?' + +It had been on his mind for a while now—ever since he found his problem, a life threatening problem. And the more he delayed, the more it pulled him at the edges of death like a darkness waiting to swallow him. + +Before he could dwell on it too long, Aelric spoke up beside him. + +"Max, you should rent a place here," he suggested. "You can't exactly live in someone else's house. You'll need your own." + +"Huh?" Max blinked. "How would I even do that? With elemental cores or something?" + +Aelric shook his head. "No, no. You use the points stored in your Essence Stone." + +"Points?" Max looked down at the stone still clutched in his palm. + +"You've got about 300 points from killing that demon," Aelric continued. "A basic residence should cost you anywhere between 20 to 30 points, depending on the district." + +"So it is a kind of currency," Max muttered to himself, intrigued. "These Essence Stone points can be used to buy stuff, huh…" + +It made him wonder—'could people earn points outside the tower too? Could they use it like currency out in the city?' + +But before he could even finish forming the question, Aelric cut him off with a small chuckle. + +"And no. You can't earn points outside the tower. The only way to get them is by fighting—and winning—inside. That's the rule. You want more points? You'll have to step into the arena again." + +"I see," Max nodded thoughtfully. + +So the Tower didn't just offer power and life essence—it gave you currency, resources, status. Everything tied to victory. And victory alone. + +A world where strength ruled all. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-385.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-385.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..55279fb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-385.md @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 385: Dimension of Lightning" +slug: "ch-385" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 385 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As Aelric suggested, Max decided to rent a room within the tower city. After browsing through the available options, he settled on a modest yet private dwelling tucked away in one of the quieter sections of the district. The cost was steep—30 points of Life Essence, deducted directly from his Essence Stone. + +He glanced down at the stone after the transaction was complete. + +70 points remaining. + +He'd need to start fighting again soon if he wanted to maintain resources. The system here was ruthless—everything was built on battle and victory. + +After the arrangements were done, Aelric turned to him with a nod. "I have to go," he said. "I'll let the others know you're here. And… well, I've got a few personal matters to handle." + +Max nodded, understanding. "Also," he added before Aelric could leave, "see if you can dig up some information about the elves. Ask the others too—anything they know, especially about Lenavira." He asked in vital essence sound transmission. + +Aelric gave a knowing look. "Still don't trust her?" + +"Not even close." + +With that, the Crown Prince departed, disappearing into the crowd with a graceful stride befitting royalty. + +Max exhaled, finally thinking he'd have a moment of peace. + +But that was short-lived. + +Because not long after, Princess Lenavira made her intentions clear. + +She wasn't leaving. + +Without even asking—or giving Max the chance to object—she selected a room directly beside his and paid the Life Essence cost without hesitation. + +Max stared at her, speechless for a moment. + +"You're renting a room next to mine?" he asked, brows raised. + +She gave him a serene, almost innocent look. "Naturally. I said I would follow you until I earned your trust. This seems like the most logical step." + +Max sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. + +'Why is everything with elves always so complicated?' + +Now, not only did he have to figure out the Tower of Truth and the problem of Yin Soul—he also had an elf princess living next door, silently observing his every move. + +"Great," he muttered under his breath. "Just what I needed." + +Max shook his head with a quiet sigh as he stepped into his room and closed the door behind him. He made sure to lock it tightly—twice. + +The room was simple, bordering on bare. + +A single bed with rough linen sheets sat in one corner, beside a sturdy wooden table scarred with marks from previous tenants. There were no windows, no decorations, no signs of comfort. Just the basics. Functional. Efficient. Lifeless.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +Max walked across the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and glanced around. + +'Everything is costly here,' he thought. + +He'd quickly learned that if someone wanted to train in the tower city, they couldn't do it here—not in these residential rooms. For that, they had to rent a dedicated training chamber within the Tower of Truth itself. And those didn't come cheap. + +In fact, training chambers were far more expensive than the rooms. And the higher the floor, the more outrageous the cost. It was clear—this place was designed to reward only those who kept climbing, kept fighting, kept winning. Rest was a luxury. Progress was currency. + +Max leaned back slightly, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling. + +Another thing had caught his attention—the city's architecture, its atmosphere. + +There wasn't a single hint of modern technology anywhere. + +No lights powered by energy cores. No flying ships humming overhead. No transmission coverage or communication network commonly found in the cities of the Valora Continent. This led to their holowatch completely useless in the city. + +Everything here was ancient. Stone pathways. Manual torches for lighting. Even the city's defense runes were hidden beneath old rune engravings carved deep into the walls. + +It felt like stepping into a preserved memory of a world long gone. + +'This whole city… it must've been built during the ancient era,' Max thought. 'Probably when the Tower of Truth first rose from the ground. And they've kept it exactly the same ever since.' + +It wasn't just a place to live. + +It was a relic. + +A battleground disguised as a city. + +'First thing first,' Max thought, taking a steady breath as he stood up from the edge of the bed. + +He walked over and sat back down, this time cross-legged, his back straight, eyes gently closing. + +Within moments, his consciousness slipped away from the physical world, diving inward—deeper and deeper—until it reached that familiar cloud-covered realm that existed solely within his soul. The World of Cloud. + +Four doors stood suspended in the misty void, each one leading to different dimensions—flame, time, spirit and lightning. + +His eyes moved across them until they stopped on the door crackling faintly with electric sparks. The Dimension of Lightning. + +He stepped toward it. + +The door opened without resistance, and Max entered. + +The moment he crossed the threshold, a colossal pressure slammed into him like a divine hand. + +His knees bent slightly under the sheer weight of it. His breath hitched. It wasn't just spiritual pressure—it was ancient, boundless, primordial. The kind of pressure that made the soul itself instinctively want to kneel. + +But then, as quickly as it came, it dissipated. + +A golden shimmer flickered around Max's body—the silent activation of the title of Aura of the Primordial, suppressing the overwhelming force like a tidal wave stopped mid-crash. + +Max straightened, exhaling slowly. + +Then he saw it. + +His eyes widened, his entire body freezing for a heartbeat. + +Floating in the endless black space of the Dimension of Lightning were seven colossal dragons, each formed from a different hue of lightning—red, blue, indigo, green, violet, yellow, and orange. Their long, serpentine bodies coiled through the void like celestial guardians. + +And they weren't wild. + +They weren't thrashing or roaring. + +They were calm. + +Deadly… but calm. + +The seven dragons floated in perfect circles, orbiting around a stone altar suspended in the center of the dimension. Their movement was precise, synchronized, as if bound by some unseen force emanating from the altar itself. + +Max could feel it now. + +The altar wasn't just a piece of stone—it was alive. A core. A conductor. A source of ancient command that held the dragons in line, as though it had tamed their wrath and harnessed their essence. + +The sight was majestic. + +Terrifying. + +And strangely… familiar. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-386.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-386.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..836e428 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-386.md @@ -0,0 +1,148 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 386: Soulpierce Ascension" +slug: "ch-386" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 386 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's heart thudded in his chest as he took it all in. + +"This altar… it's exactly like the one in the Dimension of Flames." + +His gaze lingered on the glowing platform before him, memories stirring from deep within. He remembered standing before a similar altar, one wreathed in dancing fire. Back then, each Source Flame that burned upon it had granted him a unique ability — gifts born of flames itself. + +Yet Max knew — perhaps better than anyone — that this wasn't the same. These weren't just flames. + +These were the Seven-Colored Lightnings. Seven Lightnings of Judgment. + +And they weren't known for granting powers. They were punishments. Divine retribution. The kind of judgment the world itself would unleash when someone dared to provoke its wrath — the Wraith of the World. + +And now... they were inside his body in their most terrifying form—Seven Colored Lightning Dragons. Each coiled and crackling with unimaginable power, circling the altar in his Dimension of Lightning. + +Seeing them, Max wasn't surprised. Not really. + +He had suspected this the moment he saw that strange notification — the one that mentioned abundant lightning energy within his body. It was right after his manifestation devoured the Seven-Colored Lightning Dragon and absorbed it entirely. + +Then came the awakening of Dimension of Lightning. + +And now, the truth stood before him — raw, crackling, and impossible to ignore. + +The Seven-Colored Lightning Dragons had became a part of the Dimension of Lightning. + +Max stared at the seven-colored lightnings floating above the altar, his mind spinning with questions and possibilities. + +'They're inside my Dimension of Lightning… so doesn't that mean they're mine to command?' he thought, eyes narrowing. 'If they're part of this space, then they should be at my disposal, right?' + +His gaze dropped to the altar, the same mysterious platform that now radiated arcs of crackling electricity. Can I control them? The thought echoed louder this time. + +He couldn't forget what happened in the Dimension of Flames. The altar there had responded to the Source Flames, granting him new abilities—powers tied to the essence of each flame. It stood to reason that the altar here, nestled deep within the Dimension of Lightning, must serve a similar purpose. + +That was when it happened. + +A sudden spark flared across the altar—just a flicker at first, but then it surged with intensity, letting out a low hum of power. + +And then, without warning, one of the seven lightning dragons moved. + +The violet one. + +Its path shifted subtly at first… then deliberately, as it turned and glided toward the altar. + +Whoosh! + +The sound was sharp and sudden, like a whip of air splitting through space. + +The violet lightning dragon passed straight through the altar, as if the structure were made of mist. There was no resistance, no clash — just seamless, effortless entry. + +Then… it turned toward Max. + +He stood frozen, breath caught in his throat. His instincts screamed at him to move, to brace, to react — but he didn't. + +Something told him not to. + +He stayed still, eyes locked on the coiling dragon as it approached. + +And then… it reached him. + +The violet lightning dragon didn't strike or roar. It simply wrapped itself around his body, its form pulsing with power. + +And then— + +It vanished. + +Right into him. + +Gone in a blink, like it had never existed in the first place. + +For a moment, there was silence. + +And then— + +--- + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining Violet Lightning.] + +[Violet Lightning] + +– Compatibility : [10%] + +– Ability: [Soulpierce Ascension] + +--- + +Max's eyes scanned the notifications flashing in front of him. One after another, lines of glowing text filled his vision. He read them carefully, his expression growing more focused with each word. + +His eyes narrowed. + +'So… my body is only 10% compatible with the Violet Lightning,' he thought, a hint of disappointment flickering in his mind. 'Is it because my strength is still too low? Or maybe... it's my elemental affinity. Maybe I'm just not naturally suited for this kind of lightning.' + +He clenched his fists, frustrated but not surprised. Power like that was never easy to handle especially when it came from the Wraith of the World. + +But then, something else caught his eye. + +His attention snapped to the last part of the notification — the ability granted by the Violet Lightning. + +--- + +[Soulpierce Ascension] + +– Description: This lightning awakens the soul, tearing through spiritual barriers. It grants the ability to strike the soul directly, bypassing physical defenses and corrupting spiritual energy. It also enhances spiritual awareness, allowing one to sense hidden entities, read intent, or glimpse the flow of fate. + +--- + +"Oh… a soul ability." + +Max's eyes lit up as he read the words. A spark of excitement flashed across his face. + +He hadn't expected this. + +Most people dreamed of getting lightning-based attacks or movement skills when dealing with lightning powers — something flashy, something destructive. But this... this was different. + +This was a soul ability. + +And not just any soul ability — it was called Soulpierce Ascension. + +Max's mind raced. + +His soul was at the Yellow Soul stage, probably the highest stage in the Lower Domain. + +And now, with this new ability… + +A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. + +He could do more than just sense things or defend his mind. + +With Soulpierce Ascension, he could use his soul as a weapon. A real weapon. + +More dangerous. More refined. More terrifying. + +This was beyond what he had imagined. + +He hadn't just gained a new skill—he had taken a step deeper into a part of himself he hadn't fully explored. + +Still, all of this stirred a whirlwind of curiosity in Max's mind. He couldn't help but wonder — how exactly could he increase his compatibility with the Violet Lightning? Was it something that would grow with time and experience, or would he have to go through some kind of trial or training to force his body to adapt? + +And what about the other six lightning dragons? How would he unlock them? Were they tied to this altar too, waiting for him to meet certain conditions before they acknowledged him? These questions spun endlessly in his thoughts. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-387.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-387.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bc0fedb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-387.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 387: Powerful Violet Lightning" +slug: "ch-387" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 387 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1167 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +'If I recall correctly... my affinity to flames was also very low in the beginning,' he reminded himself, remembering the affinity test during the recruitment test of Phoenix Order guild. 'And it looks like my affinity to lightning is no different.' + +But then again, this wasn't just ordinary lightning he was dealing with. It wasn't something anyone could train with in a typical way. + +This was divine punishment lightning — a force used by the world itself to destroy those who went against it. Trying to become compatible with something like that wasn't just about strength or affinity. It was about survival. + +Maybe, just maybe, "compatibility" didn't mean physical adaptation at all. Maybe it referred to something else — like his ability to control the Violet Lightning freely, to call upon it without it turning on him, to use its full power without being torn apart from the inside. + +That would explain why it was only at ten percent. Because right now, the lightning didn't see him as a master. It saw him as a vessel — one barely worthy of carrying its spark. + +Thinking about all this, Max slowly raised his right hand and focused his mind, calling upon the Violet Lightning within him. He didn't know if it would answer — not with his current low compatibility — but he had to try. + +CRACKLE! + +A sharp sound echoed through the air as thin tendrils of violet-colored lightning burst out from his palm. The moment they appeared, they writhed like living serpents, dancing across the air with an eerie glow. + +Then, they struck the ground. The effect was instant and terrifying. Wherever the Violet Lightning touched the floor, it didn't just burn or char it — it melted it. Not to ash, but to lava. The solid stone turned into bubbling, glowing liquid within seconds, as if reality itself couldn't withstand the lightning's wrath. + +Max's eyes widened in disbelief. "This is too strong!" he gasped, watching the destruction unfold. He hadn't poured any effort into controlling it. He hadn't even released much — just a few flickers, just a few strands. And yet the damage was monstrous, far beyond anything he'd expected. + +If this was the power of just one dragon, and at only ten percent compatibility, then the true strength of the Violet Lightning — used freely, completely, without resistance — must be on a level he couldn't even imagine. The thought sent a chill down his spine, even as the heat of molten stone rose around him. + +"This is good!" Max said to himself, a wide grin spreading across his face as excitement bubbled up inside him. Despite the fact that he could only control a small amount of the Violet Lightning due to his low compatibility, it was still more than enough for someone at his current level. + +Just a few tendrils had melted solid ground into lava. That alone spoke volumes about its terrifying power. For now, he didn't need to master it completely. Even a fraction of this strength gave him an overwhelming edge. + +Just then, a familiar voice echoed in his mind. + +"Kid, was that violet-colored lightning the same lightning I'm thinking of?" Blob's tone was cautious, almost unsure. + +Max chuckled lightly, still admiring the lingering sparks on his fingers. "Yup. It's the Violet Lightning from the Seven Lightnings of Judgment. Though right now, I can barely control it since my compatibility is still very low." + +There was a long pause. + +"..." + +Blob was completely speechless. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. People all over the realms trembled just hearing the name Seven Lightnings of Judgment. Entire legends spoke of their destructive power, their divine wrath. And here was this kid — barely scratching the surface of his potential — already tapping into one of them. + +Max, unfazed, changed the topic as a new thought struck him. "Blob, I also got a soul ability. So, I was thinking of giving my soul threads a definite shape. What do you think it should be?" + +"Any shape would work," Blob replied quickly, his voice now more serious. "But if you want my advice, go with a sword. It's basic, yes, but there's a reason it's so widely used. With your soul ability and the fact that you've already reached the Yellow Soul stage, a sword-shaped soul could become your ultimate trump card — your biggest life-saving move in critical moments." + +Max's eyes gleamed with interest. A soul sword... it had a nice ring to it. And more importantly, it felt right. + +"Alright, a sword shape it is then," he muttered to himself, his voice calm but steady. He closed his eyes and slowly sank his consciousness deep into the core of his being — into the depths of his Soul Palace. + +The moment he entered, he found himself surrounded by a vast, glowing space, quiet and ethereal. All around him, hundreds of thousands of thin golden threads floated gently, swaying without direction like leaves in the wind. + +These threads were his soul force — raw, powerful, but still formless. Max stood there in silence, gazing at them. He knew what he had to do, but even knowing that didn't make the task any easier. + +'This is going to be difficult,' he thought, taking a deep breath before clapping his hands together. In the next moment, the atmosphere within the Soul Palace shifted. A deep rumble echoed through the glowing hall, and the golden threads began to stir. + +Slowly — almost reluctantly — they started to respond to Max's will. He focused with all his strength, pouring every ounce of his concentration into the task. The soul threads began to twist and curl, wrapping around each other, intertwining like vines. It was a slow and exhausting process. + +Max wasn't just controlling one or two strands — he was guiding over ten thousand at once, each one delicate and powerful, each one resisting just a little, like a wild beast being tamed. + +Time passed. Hours slipped by like sand through fingers. But Max didn't stop. He couldn't afford to. His will was like iron, unwavering, and inch by inch, the golden threads began to take shape — first into a rough sphere, then into something sharper, longer, more defined. + +The progress was painfully slow, but it was moving forward. He continued like that for nearly five hours without pause, his consciousness completely immersed in the delicate weaving of his soul. And finally, as the night fell over the outside world, Max stood at the center of his Soul Palace, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes glowing with quiet satisfaction. + +In his hand now rested a golden sword — not a weapon of steel, but a pure soul construct, shaped by sheer will and forged from the very essence of his being. It glowed gently, its form steady and balanced, perfectly sized, and warm to the touch. A sword made not for cutting flesh, but for piercing souls. And it was his. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-388.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-388.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf24741 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-388.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 388: Reunion" +slug: "ch-388" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 388 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1313 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +'It's done,' Max thought, breathing heavily, his entire body soaked in sweat. His mind felt numb from the intense focus he had maintained for hours, and yet a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. + +He remembered the last time he tried something similar — when he first began condensing his raw soul force into thin threads. Back then, it had taken him an entire week to complete the process, constantly struggling to shape the formless energy into something structured. + +But now, with his Yellow Soul supporting him, things were different. It only took a few hours this time. That alone was proof of how much stronger and more refined his soul had become. If it had been someone else, someone with a weaker soul — like a Red or Orange Soul — they probably would've needed at least a day or two to finish what he just did. + +The newly formed golden sword gently lifted from his hand and floated upward, calmly resting in the air above the Soul Palace like a guardian watching over its master. + +Max's eyes slowly shifted, drawn toward the far end of his Soul Palace where something else quietly hovered — a faintly glowing, colorless sphere. Inside it were two strange objects: a red seed and a black cube. He stared at them in silence. + +He already understood that the black cube was connected to his Yang Soul — a powerful part of his dual soul structure. But the Yin Soul, the other half, was missing... and because of that, there was no corresponding counterpart to the black cube. + +What puzzled him most, though, was the red seed. It had appeared before, and even now, its purpose remained a mystery. He couldn't understand what it was supposed to mean or why it was there. + +'Is it because of this red seed that I'm still alive even though my Yin Soul is gone?' Max wondered, narrowing his eyes. It was just a guess, but it was the only one that made any sense. Still, with no clear answer and no way to interact with the seed, he could only shake his head in frustration. He made a mental note to come back to it later. + +With that, he slowly pulled his consciousness back from the Soul Palace and returned to his physical body, the sensation of the real world rushing back into his limbs like a tide. + +"It was very tiring to shape my soul," Max muttered, his voice low and weary as he let his body fall onto the bed. Even though everything had happened within his Soul Palace, he could still feel a lingering fatigue in his physical body — as if the mental strain had seeped into his muscles. His limbs felt heavy, and his thoughts, though slow, were clear. + +As he stared at the ceiling, his mind drifted to the path ahead, the things he still needed to do in this vast and chaotic continent. 'I need a proper technique for lightning,' he thought, frowning slightly. + +While he already had the Ten Hands of the Lightning God, it felt more like a beginner's foundation rather than something that could match the might of the Violet Lightning. That power demanded something greater — a technique strong enough to truly bring out its full potential, something worthy of divine punishment lightning. + +His thoughts then shifted to something he had been neglecting. 'I also need to finally practice the Five Omens of Absolute Calamity.' It was a mysterious technique gifted to him by Klaus before they had left for King Magnar's birthday celebration. + +Back then, Max had been too busy, with no time to sit down and properly explore it. But now that he had a little breathing room, he could finally focus on it. Klaus had told him that it was the strongest technique of the Black Lotus Guild, which made Max curious — just how powerful could it be? He intended to find out. + +And then there was the matter of the tattoo — the Infernal Demon Tattoo. A dangerous and unpredictable power, one that he still hadn't learned to control. I can't ignore it any longer, he admitted to himself. + +That tattoo was like a sleeping beast etched into his body, and sooner or later, it would awaken. Mastering it could become either his greatest strength or his greatest threat. + +These three — mastering the Violet Lightning with a proper technique, practicing the Five Omens of Absolute Calamity, and learning to control the Infernal Demon Tattoo — had now become his top priorities. + +Of course, there was also the matter of Princess Lenavira. That situation was still unresolved and hung over him like a quiet storm in the distance, waiting to break. + +And above all else, there was still the most important issue — his Yin Soul. That missing half of his existence. Without it, he was technically incomplete… and dangerously so. A normal person would've been panicking by now, searching every corner of the world for a solution, desperate for answers. But Max wasn't. + +'I'll ask around,' he thought calmly, almost too calmly for someone whose life literally hung in the balance. + +The absence of the Yin Soul should have terrified him — it was a matter of life and death, after all — and yet, deep down, there was no fear. No anxiety. Just a strange, steady calm that flowed through his heart. He didn't understand it, and honestly, he didn't try to. + +Maybe there was a reason. Maybe there wasn't. But if calmness was what his mind gave him, then calm was the path he would walk. No matter how serious the problem was, panic had never helped anyone. + +Knock! + +The sudden sound pulled him out of his thoughts. Someone was at the door. + +Max stood up and opened it, not expecting much — maybe a servant, or someone from the academy. + +But the moment the door opened, time seemed to freeze. + +There she stood. + +Alice. + +The girl he had once believed he'd lost forever. + +She was right there in front of him, alive, breathing, and staring at him with wide, glistening eyes that spoke volumes — pain, relief, disbelief, everything all at once. + +Before either of them could even say a word, their bodies moved on instinct. No hesitation, no questions. They rushed into each other's arms and hugged tightly, as if letting go meant losing everything all over again. + +And in that silent, powerful embrace, Max felt something warm and alive return to him — something he hadn't realized he'd been missing.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her as if afraid she might vanish again. The moment didn't feel real — not after everything. He had thought Alice was gone, truly gone, killed by Mark. + +Then he lost control to the sword, to the infernal energy, to everything. + +Only much later did he learn that she was still alive, but even then, a part of him hadn't dared to believe it fully until now. And now she was here — warm, alive, breathing in his arms. "I thought I lost you," Max whispered, his voice catching in his throat, raw with emotion. + +Alice tightened her grip around him, her fingers clutching the back of his shirt. Her voice trembled as she spoke, her face buried in his chest. "I thought you'd never come out of that pit…" she whispered, tears slipping from her eyes. "I thought that was the end." + +Neither of them pulled away. The silence between them said more than words ever could — the shared fear, the quiet pain, the unbearable relief. Two people who had each believed the other was gone, now finally finding their way back. + +The world outside didn't matter in that moment. For now, it was just the two of them, clinging to what they thought they had lost forever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-389.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-389.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..325d4cd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-389.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 389: Revenna’s Claims" +slug: "ch-389" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 389 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +In one of the wide, open halls within the bustling Tower City, a group of young men and women leaned casually against the polished stone walls, their eyes still wide with disbelief and excitement. + +They had just heard the news, and none of them could stay still. Faces filled with shock, yet smiles tugged at their lips. Whispers passed back and forth, but it was Jack who finally broke the tension, his voice loud and filled with emotion. + +"Damn, I thought I'd never see him again after that," he said, a wild grin spreading across his face. "But he came back — and not just anywhere. He came straight to the Lost Continent. That's my rival for sure." He pounded his fist into his palm, his whole body practically vibrating with excitement. + +From the side, Anton raised an eyebrow and let out a sneer. "Your rival?" he said with clear sarcasm. "I thought it was Aelric... Don't tell me you change your rival every day now?" + +Jack's head snapped toward him, his grin gone, replaced by a fierce glare. His eyes burned with pride. "Only the strongest deserve to be my rival," he said, his voice sharp and confident. "Aelric was my rival before. But now? It's Max. That guy crawled back from death and walked into the Lost Continent like it was nothing. That's the kind of strength I want to chase." + +His fists clenched as his eyes lit up with a fiery determination, earning a few chuckles and nods from the others around him. + +"You don't need to brag about it," Amelia said calmly from the side, her voice cool and steady. She stood with her arms crossed, the soft glow of her polished white armor catching the light as she looked at Jack with an expression of quiet confidence. "You won't ever be able to catch up to him anyway." Her words cut cleanly through the noise in the hall, making a few others glance in her direction. + +Jack immediately flared up, snapping back with a glare. "What do you mean I can't catch up?! Don't underestimate me!" His voice echoed sharply, but before he could go on, another voice joined in — colder, sharper, and far more intimidating. + +"She's right." + +All heads turned toward the corner of the hall where Revenna stood, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, her long white hair swaying slightly as she looked at them with unreadable eyes. She had been silent all this time, listening, observing, but now she spoke, and her voice carried weight. "If there's anyone who can reach his level," she said calmly, "then it's probably me." + +A hush fell over the group. + +"Last time we fought, I forced him to use everything he had against me," she continued, her tone sharp with pride but not arrogance. "While the rest of you barely pushed him at all." + +Everyone went silent at that. Her words weren't meant to mock, but the truth stung. They all remembered their battles against Max — how overwhelming he was, how it felt like no matter what they did, he was always one step ahead. Hearing Revenna say she pushed him to his limits… it wasn't impossible to believe. It was just hard to accept. + +But she wasn't done. + +"If we fought again now," Revenna added, her voice steady and clear, "I believe I would win." + +That declaration hit like thunder. A few people even took a breath in shock, eyes widening. It wasn't that they didn't admire Revenna — they knew her strength. But to claim she could defeat Max, the one whose power constantly defied logic, whose combat ability was leagues beyond his current level — that was something none of them had dared to say. + +It was too wild. Too baffling to even imagine. + +Max didn't fight like others his age. He fought like a monster. Like someone who should belong to an entirely different generation of powerhouses. And yet, Revenna had said it without blinking. Without hesitation. + +The room stayed quiet, the weight of her words lingering in the air like lightning just before a storm. + +Amelia glanced at Revenna and let out a soft chuckle, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Well, I'm confident in myself too," she said casually, her white armor gleaming faintly under the soft lights of the hall. "But until I fight Max with my own hands, I wouldn't be so sure. So what makes you think you can beat him?" she asked, her tone light but edged with curiosity. + +Revenna didn't respond right away — instead, a rare smile tugged at the corner of her lips, calm and certain. "If we ever fight, you'll know," she said simply, her eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. + +There was no arrogance in her voice, just firm belief in her own strength — a belief none dared to laugh at. But before anyone could say more, a voice echoed through the hall, cutting cleanly through the tension. + +"I'm not fighting any of you," Max said, his tone calm yet sharp enough to silence the room. Heads turned in unison, and the entire group stared in disbelief as Max stepped into the hall, flanked by Alice and Aelric. + +For a moment, no one spoke. Then, as the shock settled in, the collective tension broke — replaced by relief. Max was alive. Truly alive. + +Many had feared the worst. After all, they'd all seen what happened — how Mark, with a simple snap of his fingers, had made Palace Master Hugh vanish into nothingness. The same thing had happened with Max. He had disappeared just like that, without a trace. + +Mark had claimed Max had lost control — that he had given in to the evil sword and had to be trapped in the Pit of Mourning Depths. But most of them hadn't believed a word of it. To them, it had sounded like a carefully built excuse. A lie to cover the truth: that Mark had killed Max. + +Yet, there were some — a smaller half of the group — who had believed. Who had held onto hope that Max would crawl out of that pit someday. That he'd return. And now, that hope had become reality. + +Max was here. Alive. + +Standing before them. And stronger than ever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-39.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-39.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de06c1f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-39.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 39: Lantern of Purple Death" +slug: "ch-39" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 39 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1462 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"No, no, we didn't kill them." One of the hunters gathered with Max and the others immediately protested. + +"Yeah, in fact, some of us saw them heading towards the Storm Canyon with other hunters." Another joined in, a man in his late teens. + +"Other hunters?" Nash repeated, his tone icy as he bent down, bringing his face closer to the man who had just spoken. His piercing gaze seemed capable of seeing through lies. "Tell me," Nash said slowly, "are those 'other hunters' present here?" + +The man flinched under Nash's intense glare, visibly trembling as he shook his head. "N-No, none of them are here," he stammered. Summoning a flicker of courage, he added, "I saw almost twenty hunters accompany the Bouncer Squad toward Storm Canyon... but none of them are here now." + +Nash stared at him for a moment before his fist moved. + +Pang! + +A punch landed squarely in the man's gut, crashing him to the ground. + +"Do you think your plan is brilliant, or do you take me for a fool?" Nash growled, his voice dripping with menace. He bent down and grabbed the man by the neck, hoisting him effortlessly into the air. + +"Some of you killed them," Nash snarled, his piercing gaze locking onto the man's panicked eyes, "and now you're spinning ridiculous excuses, thinking I'll believe them." + +He punched again. + +"Gghh!" + +The man screamed in pain. "I-I am telling the truth." + +Nash stared at him for a moment before sending him back toward Max and the others. "Just stand there. We will know the truth in a minute." + +He then turned to the brown-haired lady beside him. "Erica, if you will," he said, glaring at her. + +"Oh, it's my turn?" Erica giggled as she walked slowly toward the group and took out a lantern burning with purple flames. + +Alice, who was standing a little distance away, widened her eyes in pure shock as she stared at the purple lantern. "That lantern... It couldn't be..." + +"It's the Lantern of Purple Death." The old man standing beside Alice said solemnly. "Legend has it that those under the contract of the Lantern of Purple Death... their final moments can be seen in the purple flames if the killer's blood is mixed with it." + +"Then... wouldn't the truth be revealed?" Alice asked, her voice trembling with concern. + +The old man spoke calmly. "Don't worry... Your brother should arrive any moment now. Until then, let's see how things unfold." + +Alice nodded lightly, though her face remained filled with concern. + +--- + +Nash looked at the twenty or so people gathered before him and pointed at the purple lantern. + +"Now, you must be wondering what this lantern is for, right?" He chuckled, seeing their fearful eyes, and continued. "For those of you who haven't done anything, you don't need to worry. But if any of you have blood on your hands concerning the Bouncer Squad, know that you are done playing." + +He looked at them one last time before turning to Erica. "You can continue now." + +"I will, but you just had to play with their minds even at the last possible moment," Erica chuckled, pleasingly at Nash as she appeared before one of the hunters gathered. + +"It's just work and nothing else." Nash shook his head, declining her words. + +Erica smirked at him, then focused on the hunter in front of her. "Show me your hand," she demanded. + +The hunter, trembling, extended both hands in front of her. + +'What are they doing?' Max wondered from the side. + +"One will suffice," Erica said, as her hand began to glow with red light before she swiped it at the hunter's hand. + +"Aggh!" A small cut appeared on the hunter's hand, causing him to grunt in pain. + +What surprised everyone else, though, was that the blood dripping from the hunter's hand was drawn toward the purple flame on the lantern like a magnet attracting iron. + +After five seconds, Erica looked at the hunter and said, "Huh, you are innocent." + +The hunter sighed with relief, while the rest of the gathered people looked puzzled. They couldn't understand how Erica had determined his innocence. + +'Could this be some sort of killer-identifying artifact?' Max frowned, his thoughts swirling with countermeasures against the purple lantern. + +Many others were tested with the purple lantern, each proving innocent one by one. + +But this only made Max's heart grow colder. + +He didn't know how this lamp worked or what it tested to prove someone's innocence, but he understood one thing—if the lantern's true purpose was to find the killer, then everyone else but him would walk away from there. + +'There has to be something I can do here,' Max thought desperately, examining each and every test that had proven the others innocent. + +Others were tested one after another proving them innocent and it seemed as if God was him, he was ignored by Erica for others. + +But his turn eventually came in the end as Erica appeared before him. + +"Quite the bold person to go to an F-rank dungeon with your strength," she commented as soon as she saw him. + +"I just wanted to try," Max said, extending his right hand. + +"Try, you say?" Erica scolded. "You're just a kid, and here you are trying to kill yourself in an F-rank dungeon with your strength. Have some patience, grow a little stronger at your academy, and then try your luck, kid."𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +Max laughed embarrassedly. "I'll keep that in mind." + +Erica nodded as her right hand began to glow with red light. "It'll feel like you've been stung by a bee." + +With those words, she swiped her hand toward Max. + +"Huh?" But then her expression suddenly shifted, a mixture of confusion and amazement flashing across her face. + +Forget about her— even Max found himself staring at his hand in amazement. It was completely unharmed, not even a scratch on his skin. What stunned him the most was that he hadn't felt anything, not even the faintest sensation, when she had attempted to cut it. + +"What? Did you find something?" Nash stepped forward, his sharp gaze piercing through Max like daggers. + +"No, it's just that I failed to cut his skin," Erica said, frowning. + +Nash shook his head. "It's because of this softness that I'm leading the investigation here." He sighed. "Do it again." Though he didn't think anything would come from the result. + +"You have quite tough skin, you know that?" Erica said softly as she once again swiped her hand at Max's hand. + +This time, she managed to cut his skin, drawing blood. + +Max concentrated all his focus on the Three Dimensional Body skill, making sure every drop of his blood contained a wisp of black flame inside. + +However, only two drops of blood were drawn toward the purple lantern before the wound on his skin healed completely, leaving no trace of a cut. It was as if the injury had never existed. + +However what nobody noticed was that Max's attention wasn't on his own super healing factor but instead on the purple flames blazing on the lantern. + +'This feeling...' Max appeared puzzled by something before a look of understanding dawned upon him. + +"Fascinating!" Erica exclaimed, seeing Max's healing potential before turning her attention to the purple lantern. + +Some distance away, Alice stood with her palms wet with sweat, anxiously watching everything. + +"No reaction whatsoever," Erica said after five seconds, turning to Max. "You're good to go, kid." + +Max nodded lightly, sighing in relief. + +"So, what now?" Erica turned to Nash. + +Nash stood with a solemn expression on his face. "It just doesn't make sense that the lantern didn't react to anyone here," he said, pondering. + +"Maybe it was a suicide mission," Erica shrugged. "Those who killed the Bouncer Squad may have committed suicide inside the dungeon. That would also explain the missing hunters who never came out of the dungeon with the Bouncer Squad." + +"Or maybe it's Alice." Nash said glancing at her direction. + +"Now, you will charged guilty to your friend's sister?" Erica asked raising his brows. + +"No I won't." Nash said shaking head. "Though you may be right about the whole thing. It might be a suicide squad whoever killed the Bouncer Squad," he shook his head in pity before turning his attention to the people he had gathered for the investigation. + +"You are all dismissed," he said loudly. + +Hearing that, everyone around Max sighed in relief. They had been on edge this whole time. + +'It's finally over,' Max thought, sighing as he began to leave. He didn't want to stay there a second longer. + +But as if fate had other plans, a huge silver sword descended from the sky and floated beside them. + +'The Blade Family!' Max's eyes narrowed as he dashed toward the forests of the Outer Circle. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-390.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-390.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b71f2bc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-390.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 390: Alice’s Home" +slug: "ch-390" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 390 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Max!" a chorus of voices rang out as everyone rushed toward him, their faces lighting up with joy and disbelief. In moments, he was surrounded — not just by acquaintances, but by true friends. + +Jack, with his usual loud energy, clapped Max on the shoulder so hard it nearly knocked him over. Amelia gave a small smile, her calm presence a quiet reassurance. Revenna nodded at him silently, the corners of her lips barely lifting. Nash grinned, arms crossed, clearly pleased. Even Anton, who rarely showed much emotion, looked genuinely relieved. + +Others soon joined in, young geniuses from both the Western and Eastern regions, all gathering around Max like stars pulled toward a sun. + +Then came Aelric, stepping forward with his usual dramatic flair, hoisting a large barrel of wine over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. + +"Everyone!" he shouted with a grin, "Let's drink to the fact that Max is alive and well!" That was all it took. + +"Yey! Let's go!" someone shouted, and the celebration began. + +"Let's drink to our hearts' content!" cried another. + +"Yup, all out today!" + +Bottles were passed around, barrels cracked open, and soon, the hall was filled with laughter, cheers, and the clinking of glasses. No one held back. They drank freely, danced, told stories, and clung to the moment like it was the only thing that mattered. + +After all, Tower City — and especially the area surrounding the Tower of Truth — was one of the safest places in the entire Lower Domain. Here, for once, they could afford to let their guard down. So they did. The tension of the past weeks melted away in waves of wine and joy, and the celebration went on, deep into the night. + +There was a small balcony at the edge of the grand hall, a quiet place away from the music, laughter, and clinking of glasses. From there, one could see the full moon hanging high in the night sky, glowing softly over the peaceful land below. + +Max and Alice stood side by side, their hands gently entwined as they gazed up at the moon in silence. The cool breeze brushed past them, but the warmth between their hands kept the moment still and calm. + +After a while, Max spoke, his voice low and filled with emotion. "You know, Alice… my dream has always been to reunite with my family. To find Freya. To find my parents. And to stand with them again, as a family." He turned to her, his eyes meeting hers directly, full of sincerity. "And for that… I'll have to leave the Lower Domain one day. I'll have to step into the Middle Domain, no matter what it takes." + +Alice didn't look surprised. She stared at the moon for a few moments longer before quietly replying, "The Middle Domain…" Her voice was calm but thoughtful. "My mother recently told me something. Something she kept hidden until now. She said that our family… we're not originally from the Lower Domain or even the Phoenix Order Guild." + +Max blinked, stunned. "Not from the Lower Domain?" he repeated in disbelief. + +Alice turned to him and nodded slowly, her expression serious. "She said… we come from one of the four great nations of the Four God Nation — the Phoenix God Nation. That's where our bloodline comes from." + +Max's heart skipped a beat. The Four God Nation — they weren't just powerful; they were the most powerful force on all of Planet Acaris. A place where true legends were born. A realm where Mythic Rank and even Divine Rank experts walked freely. + +He had only ever heard stories of them, distant and unreachable. And yet… Alice's family belonged to one of them. The Phoenix God Nation — a land said to be blessed by fire and rebirth itself. + +Max couldn't help but stare at her in awe, realizing just how vast their world truly was… and how far both of them still had to go. + +"Kid, she's telling the truth," Blob's voice suddenly echoed in Max's mind, calm but firm. "Her bloodline… I can sense it clearly. It's extremely pure, far beyond anything you'd find in the Lower Domain. It's most likely a Source Bloodline of the Phoenix Lineage. And bloodlines of this level — this purity — can only be found in the Phoenix God Nation." + +Max's eyes widened slightly, his gaze drifting to Alice as she stood quietly beside him. + +'Source Bloodline…' he repeated in his thoughts, fully realizing just how rare and valuable Alice's bloodline truly was. Source Bloodlines weren't ordinary at all — they were the original, untainted essence from which all other versions were derived. The foundation of an entire lineage. + +To think that Alice carried something like that inside her made him feel a mixture of admiration and awe. + +But Blob wasn't finished. "Also," he continued, his voice tinged with nostalgia, "the so-called Four God Nation you speak of… during my Master's time, it was known as the Five God Nation. But it seems that one of the five nations has fallen with time — lost in the waves of history." + +Max quietly absorbed those words, committing them to memory. It was a surprising revelation, one that hinted at a deeper, more ancient history of the world. + +But even as he thought about that, his mind kept circling back to Alice. It was still hard to wrap his head around the fact that she wasn't just from the Lower Domain or a simple guild, but from the Phoenix God Nation itself — one of the supreme forces standing at the peak of Planet Acaris. + +The truth had changed everything he thought he knew about her, and yet, she stood beside him just as she always had — strong, calm, and quietly burning like the fire in her blood. + +"That's great, isn't it?" Max said with a warm smile, his eyes fixed on Alice's glowing face under the soft moonlight. "We can meet again at the Four God Nation when I eventually get there." + +"Hehe, that's what I'm thinking too," Alice laughed softly, her voice light and filled with hope. "But… I don't know when my mother will decide to leave the Lower Domain with me." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-391.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-391.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b1dee2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-391.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 391: The situation of Elves" +slug: "ch-391" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 391 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1262 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max's smile faded slightly as he frowned, the question that had been bothering him finally slipping out. "Why did you and your mother come to the Lower Domain in the first place?" he asked, his tone filled with genuine confusion. + +The thought had always been strange to him. The Five God Nation — or now, the Four God Nation — was the absolute peak of Planet Acaris. It was where the strongest lived, where legends were born. So why would someone with a powerful bloodline, someone from such a place, come down to the Lower Domain? It didn't make sense. + +"I don't know," Alice replied, sighing quietly. "I've asked my mother many times, but she's never told me. She always avoids the question. Even my big brother has no idea. It's like some kind of secret only she knows." + +"I see…" Max said, nodding slowly, though the mystery still tugged at his mind. Then his smile returned, gentle and reassuring. "Well, it doesn't matter. Whether you leave before me or after me, we'll still meet there. If you go to the Four God Nation earlier than I do, then I'll come find you. And if I arrive there first… then I'll wait for you." + +Alice's eyes lit up with happiness as she smiled brightly and raised her pinky finger toward him. "Then let's promise each other," she said cheerfully. + +Max laughed and raised his own pinky, gently hooking it with hers. "It's a promise," he said softly, the moment etched into both of their hearts like a silent vow under the watchful gaze of the full moon. + +"Can I have Max for a moment?"𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Aelric's voice broke the peaceful silence between Max and Alice. They both turned around and saw him standing a few steps behind them, arms crossed, his expression calm but serious, as if he had been waiting for a while. + +"Ah… I just remembered," Alice said quickly, her eyes darting left and right as if looking for an escape. "I need to talk to Big Sis Amelia about something." She gave Max an apologetic smile, clearly flustered, and hurried off before either of them could say a word. + +Aelric watched her go and let out a quiet, wry smile. "She's always been good at finding a way out of awkward moments," he muttered before turning his full attention to Max. His expression shifted, the playfulness fading. "Max, I wanted to talk to you about something serious… about the humans on this continent." + +Max frowned at that, his brow furrowing. "What's there to talk about?" he asked, already sensing the heaviness in Aelric's tone. + +Aelric's face turned grave. "Just a few hours ago, a rumor started spreading across the entire Lost Continent. They're saying… you're an abomination of evil. That the sword you carry is destined to destroy the world." + +Max let out a cold sneer, his eyes narrowing with annoyance. "So that's what they're doing now?" he said sharply, shaking his head. + +"What, do they think the elves and demons will gang up on me because of this? Is that their plan?" His voice was low, but filled with anger. "I've already challenged the so-called peak geniuses of this continent. I don't care if they're human, elf, or demon — I'll defeat them all. And if they force me… I won't hesitate to kill." + +"I don't know what their real intention is," Aelric replied honestly, his tone serious. "But whatever it is, it's definitely working against you. This rumor… it's spreading fast, and it's poisoning the way people look at you. Did you do something to make them this hostile?" + +"Me?" Max raised his brows and scoffed. "What could I have possibly done to make them hate me this much?" he asked, shrugging. But after a short pause, he scratched his head and added casually, "Though I might have done a bit of damage to Envoy Lucas's villa on my way here." + +Aelric stared at him for a moment before slowly shaking his head. He knew Max too well. When Max said "a bit of damage," it probably meant the entire place had been wrecked beyond recognition. + +"Yeah… that sounds about right," Aelric muttered under his breath, already imagining the chaos Max had left behind. + +"Anyway, did you find anything about the elves?" Max asked suddenly, shifting the topic as his mind drifted to the bigger picture. + +"Not much," Aelric replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "But from what I've gathered, there are three major factions within the elven race, right? And apparently, all three of them are at odds with each other right now. I don't know the exact details, but I did hear something interesting — every hundred years or so, the elves choose a leader from one of the factions to lead their race in the Lost Continent. And it seems like… the time for that decision is coming up soon." + +"I see," Max muttered, nodding slowly as he pieced things together in his mind. His thoughts immediately went to Princess Lenavira. Her strange behavior, her sudden interest in him — it all started to make more sense now. + +If there was a power struggle happening within the elves, and leadership was about to shift hands, then her approach might not have been personal… but political. She could be aiming to use him in some larger plan, and while Max wasn't sure yet, this information pointed in that direction. + +"Thanks, Aelric. That helps a lot," Max said sincerely, giving him a small nod of appreciation. Then, with a curious look, he asked, "By the way, what floors are you all on in the tower?" + +Aelric let out a long sigh, the tension in his shoulders showing just how frustrated he was. "Honestly… we're not doing great," he admitted. "Right now, the peak geniuses of the Lost Continent are already on the tenth floor. But the peak talents from our continent — we're stuck around the fifth floor." + +He paused for a moment before continuing, "Our strength still isn't enough to push into the higher levels. Only Alice has made it to the seventh floor, and that's because she's already at the seventh level of the Seeker Rank. The rest of us? We're all hovering around the fourth or fifth floors. It's frustrating, but… the gap is real. They're ahead of us — not just in rank, but in skill and experience too." + +Max nodded thoughtfully. He had already sensed that Alice's strength had improved significantly since the last time he had seen her, and it was clear she was growing faster than most. + +'It seems her Phoenix Bloodline is really working wonders,' he thought, realizing that her steady rise in power wasn't just due to hard work but also the immense potential hidden within her lineage. + +"So," Max said curiously, thinking back to what Aelric mentioned, "you can reach ten floors in the tower depending on the ten levels of the Seeker Rank? Like, Alice is on the seventh floor because she's at the seventh level of Seeker Rank, and the others are stuck on the fourth or fifth floors because they're at those levels?" + +"Nah, it's not exactly like that," Aelric replied, shaking his head. "The tower doesn't work in such a strict pattern. It's not like your Seeker Rank level automatically matches the floor you're on. It's more about your overall strength. If you're strong enough, you can theoretically go straight up to the tenth floor, regardless of your level. But—" he paused and let out a breath, "—that's easier said than done." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-392.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-392.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7c6eeda --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-392.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 392: Difficulty of Tower of Truth" +slug: "ch-392" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 392 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1257 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Aelric continued, his tone growing more serious. "From the fifth floor and above, things start getting tough. The opponents you face there are no joke. Most of the time, you'll have to go up against people at the sixth or seventh level of the Seeker Rank. Sometimes, even someone at the eighth level might appear."𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +He added in the last. "Sure, there are still a few at the fifth level here and there, but winning ten consecutive battles against high-level geniuses? That's insanely difficult. One mistake and you're sent back. So, yeah… it's not about matching your floor with your level. It's about whether your strength — your real strength — can carry you through the challenge." + +Max's expression turned serious as he listened to Aelric. He hadn't expected the Tower of Truth to be this difficult. The challenge it posed was far greater than he'd imagined. + +The idea of having to defeat multiple high-level Seeker Rank geniuses in a row just to move up a single floor sounded exhausting. + +But at the same time, he understood why the tower was built this way. It wasn't just a place to test strength — it was a sacred ground of growth. The kind of place where one battle could be more valuable than months of closed-door training. + +In that sense, it made perfect sense that its difficulty was so high — because the rewards were just as great. + +"Anyway," Max said, his voice steady and filled with resolve, "I'll begin ascending the tower starting tomorrow." + +Aelric raised an eyebrow, looking at Max with concern. "I'd suggest increasing your strength a bit more before you do," he advised. "After that bold declaration of yours earlier, there'll be plenty of geniuses waiting to challenge you — and some of them are a lot stronger than you are right now." + +Max frowned, considering the risk. "If I ignore someone's challenge, that doesn't count as a battle, right?" he asked, just to be sure. + +Aelric nodded. "Right. A battle only counts once both you and your opponent agree to fight and show up in the arena. So you can still avoid unnecessary fights if you're careful." + +"I see…" Max nodded again, reassured. With that knowledge, he didn't feel as pressured. He already knew that his current combat strength should be around the seventh level of the Seeker Rank, and that was enough to make a decent start. He would simply be smart about choosing his battles — only fighting those he knew he could defeat at first. + +Besides, the Tower of Truth rewarded every victory with Life Essence, and that was the most valuable resource for cultivation. If he kept winning and moving up the floors, his strength would naturally grow — possibly pushing him up to level 3 or 4 of Seeker Rank in no time. + +With that in mind, Max wasn't too worried. The tower was tough, yes… but it was also the perfect place for someone like him to grow stronger — fast. + +"Well, come on then, let's go drink some wine. I noticed you didn't touch a drop last time either," Aelric said with a grin, grabbing Max by the arm and pulling him along toward the rest of the group. + +Max gave a small, reluctant smile, not really into the idea but deciding to join anyway. He was curious—this wine they all raved about, what made it so special? Might as well find out for himself. + +--- + +The next morning, Max stepped out of his room feeling fresh and well-rested. The night before had been… a lot. He had ended up drinking with the others for hours, mostly because Aelric insisted, and everyone else joined in without a second thought. + +He'd tasted quite a bit of the wine, more than enough for an average person to pass out drunk, but for some reason, it just didn't affect him. There was no drunken haze, no dizziness—only the taste on his tongue and the feeling of being surrounded by laughter and noisy cheer until well past midnight. + +After a long bath and some quiet sleep, he was ready for the day, clear-headed and focused. + +But that sense of calm didn't last long. + +The moment he opened his door, he saw her. + +Standing outside like she'd been waiting all night, arms folded and expression sharp, was Princess Lenavira of the Elf race. + +Max didn't say a word. He walked right past her, completely ignoring her presence, and made his way down the corridor toward the tower. + +"How dare you ignore me?!" she snapped, her voice full of irritation as she quickly caught up to him, appearing at his side in a flash. + +Max stopped and turned to look at her, his face calm but serious. "If you want me to come with you to the Elf Kingdom," he said, his tone firm and direct, "then you'll have to be honest with me—about everything. The truth. No games. No half-answers. Otherwise, no matter what you do or say, I won't go." + +He wasn't going to let himself get dragged into the mess of her kingdom's politics without knowing the full picture. He'd already heard enough to know things were unstable, and he wasn't about to be used as a pawn in their struggle. + +Princess Lenavira went quiet the moment Max spoke, her sharp words from earlier vanishing like smoke in the wind. She didn't respond, didn't argue—just walked silently beside him, her face unreadable. + +Max noticed from the corner of his eye, but he simply shrugged and kept walking. He wasn't going to press her. If she wanted to keep quiet, that was fine by him. + +Moments later, they stepped into the vast hall of the first floor of the Tower of Truth, and the sight that greeted them was something else entirely. Hundreds of young cultivators had gathered—geniuses from all three major races: humans, elves, and demons. + +The space was buzzing with tension and whispers, every corner packed with people waiting, watching, and anticipating. + +Max glanced around and raised an eyebrow. "I think there are more people here today than yesterday," he said casually, taking in the crowd with a calm expression. + +"This was bound to happen," Princess Lenavira replied, her voice lighter now, almost amused. "They're all eager to see someone make a fool of themselves—especially a human who dared to claim he would crush the top geniuses of the Lost Continent." Her tone was filled with excitement, as if she herself couldn't wait to watch the chaos unfold. + +"Heh," Max sneered, his lips curling into a confident smirk. "Then I guess they're all in for a major disappointment." + +Lenavira shot him a glance, narrowing her eyes slightly. She had seen his power before—witnessed it firsthand—but even now, part of her still found it hard to believe that a human could rival the strongest of elves and demons. It wasn't doubt exactly… but it was close. + +Just then, voices began to rise from the crowd. + +"There he is. He finally showed up." + +"He's the one who had the nerve to say he'd crush the continent's top talents. Today, he'll eat those words." + +"A human talking big? He should've stayed in his place. I'll make sure he remembers it." + +"I'll kill him today and end this nonsense once and for all." + +The crowd of demons and elves had spotted Max, and their reactions were immediate. Excitement filled the hall, but not the cheerful kind—it was the kind that came before a storm, a dangerous mixture of bloodlust, pride, and anticipation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-393.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-393.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..72bc84d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-393.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 393: First Battle" +slug: "ch-393" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 393 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Hearing the bloodthirsty mutters from the demons and elves around him, Max simply smirked and walked forward without hesitation. With a smooth motion, he leapt straight into the center of the arena, landing calmly in the wide circular space that had been left empty for battle. + +He turned slowly, his sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd of onlookers from all three races — humans, elves, and demons alike. Then, raising one hand, he beckoned them forward with a single curling motion of his finger. "Come on," he called out, his voice calm but firm, ringing across the hall. "Let the battle begin. Challenge me, if you dare." + +Almost immediately, a voice responded. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." + +An elf with fiery red hair stepped forward from the crowd, eyes burning with confidence and disdain. He wasn't alone — trailing behind him were five or six more elves, their presence silent but intimidating. At the front of that group walked none other than Elliot, the golden-haired elf Max had clashed with before. + +"You're Max, right?" the red-haired elf sneered as he came closer to the arena. "I'm Zealot — just an ordinary genius of the Sylvaria Kingdom. But even someone ordinary like me should be more than enough to deal with you." + +Max smiled faintly, unmoved by the bravado. "I accept your challenge," he said, his eyes flicking over Zealot for just a moment — enough to see through his strength in an instant. + +'Level 1 of Seeker Rank… really?' Max wondered silently. 'Did they already forget I defeated a level 3 Seeker Rank yesterday? Why would they send someone so weak against me?' Still, he didn't mind. If they wanted to underestimate him, he'd let them pay for it. + +Zealot grinned as he jumped into the arena, landing directly across from Max. "You've never fought an elf before, have you?" he said mockingly, raising one hand as red flames burst to life from his palm. + +In an instant, dozens of bird-like figures made of pure fire rose around the arena, flapping their wings as they circled and trapped Max in a prison of flames. + +And within one of the largest flaming birds, Zealot stood tall, arms folded behind his back, eyes narrowed with confidence — convinced he had already won. + +"I saw your fight yesterday against that demon," Zealot said with a smug smile, his voice echoing across the arena. He stood proudly atop his massive flaming bird, staring down at Max with confidence gleaming in his eyes. "And I noticed something… you're physically very strong. Strong enough to beat a level 3 Seeker Rank while only being at level 1 of the Adept Rank. That's when I realized — your class must specialize in the body. You're probably some kind of genius in physical strength." + +Then, with a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips, he added, "But that won't help you here. You're facing an elf now. We don't rely on brute strength. We're masters of mana control. And you—" he pointed at Max, eyes flashing with disdain, "—are about to see what true magical precision looks like." + +With those arrogant words, Zealot raised his hand high.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +"Go!" + +Whish! Whish! Whish! Whish! + +At his command, the fiery birds circling the arena shot forward, their blazing wings cutting through the air like razors. Ten or more of them came from every direction, aiming to surround and engulf Max in a storm of scorching flames. + +Max stood still at the center of the storm, calm and unmoved. His eyes scanned the incoming fire constructs as he slowly reached behind him and drew his black sword. It gleamed with a dark edge under the light of the flames. + +'It's been a while, buddy,' he thought, gripping the handle tight. As he did, a powerful wave of energy pulsed through the blade — the distinct, cutting force of a level 3 Sword Aura. + +Lifting the sword high above his head, Max exhaled quietly and brought it down in a sharp, precise slash. + +"Elite Sword Arts." + +A clean arc of power swept across the arena. + +Boom! + +The moment the sword moved, the flaming birds were obliterated. Some exploded on the spot, their flames puffing out like weak candles. Others were slashed apart midair, vanishing instantly. A few were thrown back and shattered into sparks before hitting the ground. In mere seconds, the blazing assault had been reduced to nothing. The arena went silent. + +Max stood alone, untouched, his sword resting calmly by his side. + +Across from him, Zealot remained atop his giant flaming bird — but his expression had completely changed. His face had gone pale, his eyes wide and stunned. He stared at the empty arena around Max, where not a single one of his attacks had landed. His army of fire had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. + +Max wasn't the least bit surprised by the result of his attack. After all, Elite Sword Arts wasn't just any skill—it was a Legendary Rank skill, and not just any legendary skill either. + +He had also realized something else long ago—if he took a basic skill, say of Common or Uncommon Rank, and upgraded it step-by-step through each tier until it reached Legendary Rank, the final version was always far more powerful than a freshly learned skill of the same rank. + +It was as if the growth of the skill carried a foundation of refinement and familiarity that made it something else entirely. He had experienced this firsthand with several of his skills, and Elite Sword Arts was no exception. + +"Any last words before I send you off?" Max asked calmly, his tone casual, like he was asking about the weather. + +"I–I'm not getting defeated that easily!" Zealot barked, gritting his teeth in frustration. Refusing to give up, he raised his hand and yelled, "Sphere of Destruction!" + +The red flames that still lingered in the air began to swirl violently around him, gathering together into a dense, burning sphere the size of a football. The moment it finished forming, it launched toward Max with a screeching sound, tearing through the air at terrifying speed. + +But Max remained still. Calm. Focused. + +And then—Slice! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-394.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-394.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e780d7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-394.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 394: Second Battle" +slug: "ch-394" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 394 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +With a swift upward movement, Max swung his sword. The black blade cut cleanly through the flaming sphere, splitting it in half with no resistance. The two halves of the fiery attack disintegrated into ash before they could even get close to him. + +But the assault wasn't over. + +Just as that one was destroyed, dozens more spheres of red flame came hurtling toward him from different directions, each blazing with intensity. + +"It doesn't matter how many there are if they're this weak," Max said quietly. With his eyes glowing faintly, his Three Dimensional Body kicked in, slowing everything down in his perception. The orbs moved like sluggish sparks in water, and Max moved through them with smooth precision. His sword danced—slash, slice, cut, break—cleaving each sphere with mechanical efficiency. Not a single one touched him. + +And just like that, all the spheres of flames thrown at him were destroyed into nothingness. + +Then suddenly—whoosh! + +"Blink Dash." + +Before Zealot could even react, Max was gone from the center of the arena. + +And the next instant, he appeared right beside him. + +Zealot, mid-attack and completely unaware of the incoming threat, was caught off guard. + +BAM! + +Max struck him with the flat side of his sword, landing a clean, brutal blow across his torso. The impact lifted Zealot off his flaming bird and sent him flying backward like a ragdoll. He crashed out of the arena and landed hard on the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop—defeated. + +The crowd watched in stunned silence. + +Soon after Zealot was sent flying out of the arena, the giant flaming bird he had been standing on faded away into nothingness, its flames flickering out with a final, quiet hiss. + +Max remained still, standing calmly at the center of the arena. He hadn't gone for the killing blow. Not because he couldn't—he could've easily ended it with a single decisive strike—but because he didn't want to. + +At least, not yet. + +The situation with the elves was still uncertain, filled with political tension and unknown motives. Max didn't want to make any reckless enemies before fully understanding what was going on. If they tried to kill him, then he would respond in kind. + +Otherwise, he'd spare them—for now. Especially the elves. + +Just then, he felt a gentle warmth pulsing from within his storage space. He reached in and took out his Essence Stone, the small crystalline item now glowing more brightly than before, golden particles dancing inside it like tiny stars. + +'Good,' Max thought, satisfied. That meant he was gathering life essence steadily from his victory. Without wasting time, he turned his gaze back to the stunned crowd of elves, demons, and humans, all staring at him like they had just witnessed something unbelievable. + +"Next," Max said simply, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. His eyes scanned the crowd, completely calm. He had made up his mind—he would use this next one month to ascend all the way to the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth. That was his goal, and nothing was going to stop him from reaching it. + +The crowd erupted into whispers. + +"He defeated a level 1 Seeker Rank while being only level 1 of Adept Rank… and he didn't even rely on his physical strength this time." + +"Yeah, I thought he was some guy born with divine strength, but in this fight, he used pure sword aura and skill." + +"And that's even harder to believe…" + +The murmurs continued to spread, a mix of disbelief and amazement. But not everyone was impressed. Some watched Max with irritation, unable to accept his dominance. + +"Tsk, this guy is such a show-off," Elliot muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he narrowed his eyes at Max's composed face. Without missing a beat, he turned to one of the elves beside him—a tall figure with long white hair and calm, cold eyes. "Go deal with him, Levi." + +The white-haired elf simply gave a nod before stepping forward, his expression unreadable. He walked toward the arena with quiet confidence and stopped just in front of Max. + +"I would like to challenge you," he said, his voice composed and firm. + +Max looked at him, reading his strength in an instant. 'Level 4 of Seeker Rank,' he noted. Stronger than the last one. Without hesitation, he gave a small nod. "As you say so." + +The white-haired elf appeared in the arena in the blink of an eye, taking his place across from Max. + +"I am Levi," he said with quiet pride. "I won't go easy on you." + +Max met his eyes and replied coolly, "Do your best." + +Levi took action the moment Max nodded. + +In a flash, wind howled around his body, wrapping him in a powerful current of air that made his long white hair whip violently behind him. The temperature dropped slightly as his presence surged. His boots barely touched the ground before he shot forward—no warning, no build-up, just raw speed. + +Max's eyes calmly followed him, unmoved. + +Fwoosh! + +Levi appeared on Max's left, his arm a blur as he slashed his wind-forged blade horizontally—Gale Cutter—a razor-thin wave of compressed wind howling toward Max like a blade from the sky. But Max's black sword moved with quiet elegance—clang!—parrying it with ease, sending the wind crashing into the arena wall behind him. + +But Levi didn't stop. + +He reappeared above Max, his legs swirling with intense pressure. "Tempest Fang!" he roared, slamming both feet down to send a crushing vortex of wind toward Max like a falling hammer. + +Max didn't even flinch. With a step to the side using Blink Dash, he vanished from his original spot and appeared a few meters away, avoiding the crash completely. + +"Still too slow," he muttered under his breath. + +Levi landed and was already gone the next instant. Behind Max, to the right—Wind Pierce, then Shredding Cyclone, then Vortex Barrage. One after another, fast, lethal strikes came at Max from every angle, the wind screaming with every slash and swipe. Each technique was clean, deadly, and precise—Levi was clearly no ordinary genius. + +But Max moved like a shadow. + +With the grace of a calm lake, he used Angel Float, his body gliding across the air with surreal lightness, his steps like drifting feathers. His sword—enhanced by Level 3 Sword Aura—moved with crisp minimalism, cutting down each attack with surgical precision. + +Clang! Slash! Whoosh! + +Every single wind strike was deflected, sliced, or avoided with almost lazy ease. Max never even looked like he was struggling.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +Levi's eyes narrowed, frustrated. "Tornado Cross Blades!" he shouted, forming twin spiraling blades of wind on both arms before dashing at Max, aiming to cut him from both sides in a spinning arc. + +But Max's blade met the spinning winds head-on. With a powerful swing of Elite Sword Arts, the tornado blades cracked, broke, and were wiped clean from the arena. + +Gritting his teeth, Levi leapt back and gathered wind around him, forming his first big move. + +"Tempest Wheel!" + +A massive disc of compressed wind formed behind him, spinning so fast that the air screeched from the pressure. It launched forward like a flying guillotine. Max stood still and held his sword in reverse grip. Then, with a deep breath, he calmly slashed downward. + +Elite Sword Arts — Horizontal Break. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-395.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-395.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b34886 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-395.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 395: A Despairing Defeat" +slug: "ch-395" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 395 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1193 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The spinning wind disc shattered in mid-air as though hitting a steel wall. Dust and wind exploded in every direction, but Max stood untouched.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +Levi didn't stop there. + +"Sky Tyrant Howl!" he roared, raising both arms. + +A massive tornado, thick as a tower, surged from behind him, swallowing half the arena and charging straight toward Max. The sound was deafening, the pressure threatening to crush anyone watching too closely. + +Max exhaled. 'Time to end this.' + +He stepped forward, lifted his hand to the sky, and activated Magic Sword Descends. + +The arena dimmed. + +And then—whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!—gigantic, glowing blue swords began descending one after another from above, each the size of a building, forming a floating army of one hundred swords around him. + +Levi's tornado crashed into the field of swords—only to be obliterated instantly. The glowing swords tore through the wind with no resistance. + +"W-What!?" Levi gasped. + +Max didn't speak. With a gesture, he ordered a dozen swords forward. They flew—not to kill, but to pressure. Levi tried to counter with Wind Storm Spear, his final large-scale attack, but Max met it head-on with a slash of his sword wrapped in black flames and Level 3 Sword Aura. + +BOOM! + +The spear shattered. The air was silent. Max stood tall in the middle of the arena, untouched, unmoved. + +Levi, panting and wide-eyed, lowered his stance. He had no more attacks to use. No openings to exploit. + +Max raised his sword slightly in acknowledgment and said with calm authority, "You're strong. But it wasn't enough." + +And the crowd? Dead silent. + +Max remained undefeated. + +Levi clenched his fists tightly, his breathing ragged but his spirit unshaken. He had poured out nearly all his high-speed techniques and mid-tier skills, and Max had handled them like swatting away dust. But Levi wasn't done yet—not by a long shot. + +His eyes burned with determination. + +"Fine," he growled under his breath. "Let's see if you can handle this." + +In an instant, the air thickened. The wind around Levi roared like a beast unleashed. He drew in mana from all directions, his white hair whipping violently as his level 3 wind aura surged to its peak. The atmosphere shifted. Pressure slammed down on the arena. + +"Gale King's Wrath!" he shouted, and with a single stomp, a colossal serpent made of green wind erupted beneath his feet, coiling high into the sky. Its body crackled and twisted violently, the sheer force of its roar sending shockwaves through the ground. The giant wind beast lunged at Max like a divine punishment descending from the heavens. + +Max raised his sword and slashed forward in a clean, vertical line. + +Elite Sword Arts — Skyfall Split. + +The glowing sword aura cut through the wind serpent like it was paper. It didn't even explode. It just vanished—dispersed into mist. + +Levi didn't pause. + +"Heavenly Cyclone Prison!" he bellowed. + +Dozens of wind pillars shot up around Max, spiraling and converging into a cage of rotating blades, all closing in from every angle. Max didn't move until the very last second. Then his feet glided using Angel Float, and with three precise swings of his sword—left, right, upward—the entire cyclone shattered into harmless gusts. + +"Howling Typhoon Blades!" + +Thousands of wind blades formed into a wave and rushed at Max, shrieking as they tore through the air. Max blinked once—Blink Dash—and in the next instant, he was in the middle of the storm. His sword moved like light, every swing followed by an arc of Level 3 Sword Aura. Every blade was sliced, deflected, or destroyed mid-flight. He didn't take a single step back. + +Levi's eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth. + +"Storm God's Roar!" + +An explosion of compressed air detonated around Max, forming an invisible, soundless sphere of destructive wind, one that even twisted the stone tiles of the arena. But as the storm cleared, Max still stood there. His black sword rested lightly on his shoulder, a layer of black flames now flickering around the blade, shielding him from even invisible assaults. + +Levi's face twitched, sweat sliding down his cheek. + +"Then take this!" + +"Final Storm: Heaven Render!" + +His ultimate attack. A massive javelin made purely of wind, dense and refined, formed above him—spinning faster than anything before. He hurled it with both hands, and the moment it left his grip, the entire arena trembled. It screamed toward Max, splitting the air. + +Max didn't flinch. + +He took one step forward, raised his glowing black sword coated with black flame, and swung upward with one arm. + +Elite Sword Arts — Heaven Cleave. + +BOOM! + +The javelin exploded mid-air, disintegrated by pure sword aura and fire. + +The dust settled. Max stood where he had always stood. + +Calm. Composed. Untouched. + +Levi's shoulders dropped. + +He had given everything. + +And Max hadn't even broken a sweat. + +'The sword moves I created by improvising the Elite Sword Skills… even though they're just basic replicas of cut, slash, and parry—the foundation behind them is solid enough to take my sword technique to another level,' Max thought as he stood quietly in the arena, his sword still humming faintly with power. + +After reading the book on how to create one's own sword technique, Max had decided to experiment with what he already had—Elite Sword Arts. + +Instead of blindly inventing something new from scratch, which would require years of combat experience and refined sword comprehension, Max took a smarter path. He broke down every movement and variation of the Elite Sword Arts, studied them, and restructured them into his own fighting rhythm. + +He merged the essence of every lower-ranked sword skill that came before the Elite Sword Skill he had used before this—common, uncommon, rare, even epic—and poured them into his current Legendary Rank skill, shaping a system that suited him perfectly. + +Each slash, thrust, and block was refined to maximize efficiency and power, tailored to how he moved and fought. It wasn't flashy, but it was terrifyingly effective. And the best part? It worked. + +It was easier for Max to build upon something solid like Elite Sword Arts than to forge a path entirely on his own at this stage. After all, he knew he lacked the battle experience of swordmasters who'd walked the path for decades. But with what he'd created, the results spoke for themselves—and Max couldn't help but feel more than satisfied with how far he'd come. + +"You! How can you be so strong?!" Levi's voice rang out, filled with disbelief and frustration. The despair in his tone cut through the lingering silence, and Max turned his head slightly to look at him. His expression remained calm, almost indifferent. + +Max gave a light shrug. "It is how it is," he said simply, not offering any explanation, not trying to rub it in. + +Levi stared at him for a long moment, then let out a deep, defeated sigh. "I admit defeat," he said, his voice low but clear. With that, he stepped down from the arena, the crowd parting as he passed, while Max's Essence Stone glowed faintly once more, gaining another steady stream of Life Essence. + +"Damn this kid," Elliot muttered under his breath, his fists clenched at his sides. He hadn't expected this. Not at all. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-396.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-396.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..966c22a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-396.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 396: Unexpected Turn of Events" +slug: "ch-396" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 396 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1215 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Just yesterday, several of the elves—eager to learn about Max—had bribed a few humans from the Valora Continent, hoping to dig up some useful intel. And with the right price, they got everything. + +Everything about Max—his rise as the strongest genius of Valora, his undefeated record in countless battles, his unheard-of victory during the Ascension Ceremony, and more shockingly, how he had once defeated an Ascendant… even a Null in direct combat. + +Elliot hadn't wanted to believe it. He thought the stories were exaggerated, the records overblown. But after seeing Max's duel with Levi, there was no denying the truth anymore. 'His talent… it might actually be at our level,' Elliot admitted grudgingly, 'at the level of the peak geniuses of the Lost Continent.' + +Just then, a mocking voice drifted toward him. "What happened, Elliot? Out of options already?" + +Elliot turned sharply, his expression darkening as Chris, a powerful young cultivator from the Human Saint Alliance, stepped forward. He wasn't alone — several other humans followed him, standing with quiet confidence behind their leader. + +Elliot narrowed his eyes. "Do as you wish," he said coldly. "It's not like that human is your ally anyway." + +Chris smiled calmly, ignoring the jab. "That's what I'm here for." + +Meanwhile, Princess Lenavira stood in silence, her gaze fixed on Max, who was still standing tall in the center of the arena like a lone mountain. When she first heard about him, she had assumed he was just another arrogant human blessed with raw strength. + +But after seeing the battle with Levi, she knew she had underestimated him. He's more than just muscle, she thought seriously. 'His body is strong like a demon's, his mana control rivals that of the elves, and his sword techniques… they're refined and deadly like the best of human masters.' + +Her expression turned serious, her sharp eyes narrowing in quiet thought. 'He has no weakness that I can see… other than his current cultivation being too low.' But even at level 1 of Adept Rank, he had just defeated a level 4 Seeker Rank like it was nothing. That alone made her hopeful. + +Because Max wasn't just strong. + +He was terrifying. + +'He's even more of a monster than Freya ever was,' Princess Lenavira thought in the end, her heart pounding slightly as she looked at Max standing tall in the arena. That thought alone sent a chill down her spine. + +She had once regarded Freya as the pinnacle of talent and power among the younger generation, but now… Max had completely shattered that belief. + +Just then, she felt it—an aura. A dark, suffocating pressure that rolled across the hall like a storm cloud descending. Her eyes narrowed instantly as she turned around, instinctively alert. A figure emerged from the crowd—tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating raw menace. + +It was a demon with dark purple skin, sharp golden eyes, and two curved black horns protruding from his head. His presence was overwhelming, as if the space around him itself bent under the weight of his power. Several other demons followed behind him, clearly subordinate in comparison, their heads lowered slightly in respect. + +'That aura… even he was alarmed?!' Lenavira's eyes widened in disbelief. The demon's steps were calm but heavy, each one spreading dread through the crowd. She hadn't expected him to appear here—not yet. + +As the demon walked past her, he paused for a brief moment and glanced her way. Her breath hitched slightly, but then—he simply shook his head, as if dismissing her entirely, and continued walking toward the arena. + +'It's good he didn't recognize me,' Lenavira sighed inwardly. Ever since she had gone to meet Max, she had been using a special artifact to mask her identity, appearing as just a regular elf among the crowd. + +She had only ever removed the disguise in front of Max, and only the other elves—her people—could see through the illusion and recognize her true face. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, she was nobody special. + +At the same moment, Chris and Elliot also turned around, sensing the same chilling presence. Their expressions darkened the moment they saw who was walking toward the arena. + +"That guy… why is he here?" Chris muttered, eyes narrowing. + +Elliot's jaw tightened, his voice low. "This just got a whole lot interesting." + +Because the demon now approaching the stage wasn't just strong. + +He was one of the most terrifying young monsters in the entire Lost Continent. + +"You are Max Morgan?" the demon asked, his voice deep and rumbling with authority as he locked eyes with Max. + +Max had been watching him since the moment he stepped into the hall. It was impossible not to. The pressure rolling off the demon's body was suffocating, even though he hadn't made a single threatening move. + +'A peak Seeker Rank…' Max thought, narrowing his eyes. 'But not just any demon. He's something else entirely.' + +"I am Max Morgan," Max replied calmly, his curiosity piqued. He had no idea what the demon wanted with him—aside from the obvious possibility of trying to kill him like everyone else. + +"Good," the demon said simply, then turned away from Max and addressed the entire hall. His voice boomed through the space, silencing every whisper and freezing every movement. "Listen carefully. I wish to fight this human—Max Morgan. And for that to happen, I want him to reach the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth as quickly as possible." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over the stunned audience. "So I'm giving you all an order—do not challenge him. Leave him alone for one month. Let him climb the tower without interference. And if he challenges you—refuse." + +The hall went dead silent. Everyone—humans, elves, and demons alike—stared in stunned disbelief. Not a single person dared to question him. No one even breathed a word of protest. Because they all knew exactly who this demon was. His strength and status alone were enough to make even the proudest geniuses stay quiet. + +After a few moments of silence, the demon turned back to Max, his eyes sharp with purpose. "I will see you in one month. Do not disappoint me… human." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving behind a silence so thick it felt like the air itself was frozen. + +Max watched his retreating back and honestly didn't know whether to laugh or sigh. 'Seriously?' He had planned to climb the tower the hard way—through battle, through sweat, through sharpening his sword skills against the continent's best. But now, one declaration from a demon had turned his whole plan upside down. + +Most people would assume that going unchallenged for three consecutive days wouldn't grant any Life Essence, since no battles were involved. + +But the Tower of Truth didn't work like that. + +In fact, those who remained unchallenged and still advanced were greatly rewarded—with more Life Essence than even winning ten battles in a row. The tower recognized dominance in all forms, and surviving without opposition was one of them. + +'I wanted to hone my swordsmanship in battle,' Max thought with a resigned sigh, 'but I guess this works too.' If this strange turn of events could help him grow stronger and push him through the tower faster, then he wouldn't complain. He'd adapt. As always. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-397.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-397.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1cbb9f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-397.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 397: Max’s Conditions" +slug: "ch-397" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 397 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1034 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Who wants to challenge me?" Max shouted, his voice echoing through the vast hall as he scanned the crowd of gathered geniuses from all three major races—humans, elves, and demons. His sharp gaze swept across their faces, waiting for someone—anyone—to step forward. + +But no one moved. Not a single person dared to meet his eyes, let alone raise a challenge. Max clicked his tongue in mild irritation, 'Tsk, they really are listening to that demon,' he thought, sighing as he hopped down from the arena. With a light landing, he approached Princess Lenavira, who stood silently at the side, observing everything. + +"Who was that demon, anyway?" Max asked, glancing back at the retreating crowd. + +Princess Lenavira's expression turned solemn. "There are seven geniuses in the Lost Continent," she began quietly, "those who stand above even the peak of the peak. They are regarded as the true monsters of this generation, said to be the future of the entire continent. That demon… was one of them. His name is Korbin." + +"I see," Max nodded, processing the information. A thought crossed his mind, and he turned toward her curiously. "Are you one of the seven geniuses too?" he asked bluntly. + +Lenavira looked at him and smiled faintly. "What do you think?" + +Max met her eyes for a moment, searching for an answer, before shaking his head with a chuckle. "Ah, who cares if you are or not. Anyway, what did you decide about what I said earlier?" he asked, his tone turning serious. + +Her smile faded as she turned her head straight, her voice growing steady and sincere. "Since you asked me to be honest… I'll be honest. We need your help. My Elf Kingdom needs your help, Max." + +"What kind of help? Be specific," Max said, his eyes narrowing. + +Lenavira sighed softly, as if the weight of her words were heavy even before she spoke them. "We need you to bring life to our kingdom. The last time this happened, Freya brought it—but it was only temporary. It lasted three years, and now… the rot has begun again." + +Max frowned. "What do you mean by 'life'?" + +"The elves are a very unique race," she explained. "It is said that we carry a Divine Bloodline, one that once came from the gods themselves. But something changed a few decades ago. Something happened to our bloodline. We still don't know what caused it, but ever since then, our kingdom has been dying. The forests are withering, rivers are drying, the land is losing its energy. We're slowly turning into a barren land." + +She paused before continuing, her voice softer now. "Then Freya came. She brought life back to our kingdom. Our lands flourished, the decay stopped… but it only lasted three years. Before she left, Freya told me that her bloodline wasn't strong enough to sustain our kingdom for long. But she also told me something else." + +"She told me there is someone whose bloodline might be strong enough to restore the elves for good," Lenavira said, her eyes locking with Max's. "She said that person is you—her brother. She said your bloodline might be the only one powerful enough to bring the elves back to their glory days." + +Max let out a long sigh after hearing her explanation, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and resignation. "Another problem my sister dropped on me," he muttered, shaking his head slowly.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Freya had a way of turning up unexpectedly in his life—even when she wasn't around—and every time, she left behind something complicated. He looked at Lenavira and said plainly, "I don't have your bloodline. I'm a human, through and through." + +"So was Freya," Princess Lenavira replied without missing a beat, her tone calm but firm. "But she still did it. So you can too." + +Her words gave Max pause. He fell silent, deep in thought. 'Should I trust the elves?' he wondered. Their race was mysterious, proud, and deeply tied to nature and the divine, but still… they were not human. + +'And should I trust Freya's words?' That question lingered longer. She had already dragged him into so many things—conflicts, burdens, secrets—without much warning or explanation. Max didn't know what she was up to or why she always left trails of chaos behind for him to clean up. + +But even through all the trouble, a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that she had a reason. Maybe not one he liked… but a reason nonetheless. + +Shaking his head, Max turned back to Lenavira. "Alright," he said at last. "I'll visit your kingdom. But I have some conditions of my own." + +"As expected," Lenavira said smoothly. "State them." + +Max raised a finger and began, "First, I want a powerful Lightning Element Technique. The stronger, the better. Second, I want you to personally accompany me everywhere in your kingdom. I don't trust anyone else as my guide. Third, if there's a soul specialist—or some elder who deals with soul-related problems—I want to meet him. And he must fulfill one of my personal requests. And lastly…" Max's eyes narrowed slightly, "I need a place where I won't be overwhelmed by evil energy. Somewhere I can stay and train peacefully." + +Princess Lenavira raised a brow, her lips curling into a slight sneer. "If anyone else had asked me this, I would have refused on the spot. A human, coming to our kingdom and making demands? It would have been laughable." She paused, her expression softening a little. "But since it's you, and since every condition you mentioned is within our capabilities… we'll accept your demands." + +Max smiled at last, a calm yet curious glint in his eyes. "Alright, let's go to your kingdom then," he said, his voice steady. Deep down, he also wanted to uncover the strange connection between himself, Freya, and the elves. + +Despite being born as humans, both he and Freya had somehow developed ties to the elven race—deep enough that Freya once restored their land, and now they were turning to him. It was strange… too strange to ignore. + +There had to be something more beneath the surface—something that linked them in ways he hadn't yet understood. And Max was never one to leave questions unanswered. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-398.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-398.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4dd3a2d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-398.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 398: An Unexpected Situation" +slug: "ch-398" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 398 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Let's go then," Princess Lenavira said, turning on her heels. She led him through the winding paths of Tower City, past grand structures and curious eyes, until they arrived at a section where only elves walked the streets. + +The difference was clear—there was an elegance to the area, quiet and serene, yet Max couldn't help but notice the way the elves looked at him as he passed. Their gazes were sharp, filled with caution and confusion, as though sensing something from him that unsettled them. + +It reminded him of the first group of elves he'd encountered, the ones who felt pressured simply by standing near him—except for the group led by Elliot, who didn't feel anything from him. Still, the effect was the same. Max's presence stirred something in them… and he wasn't sure if it was respect, fear, or something else entirely. + +Soon, they reached a small, elegant tower standing in the distance, its spire adorned with glowing runes and its base surrounded by elven guards. Inside, the floor was marked with a large teleportation circle etched deep into the stone, glowing faintly with green light. + +Princess Lenavira walked forward and stood atop it. "This teleportation rune will take us directly to Sylvaria Kingdom," she said, glancing back at Max. + +Without hesitation, Max stepped forward and joined her on the rune. + +"Activate the teleporter," Lenavira ordered the surrounding elves. They obeyed immediately, channeling their mana into a runestone embedded at the side of the platform. The rune pulsed with light, brighter and brighter, before it suddenly flared. + +In a flash of light and a surge of energy, Max and Lenavira vanished from Tower City—teleported away toward the heart of the elf kingdom. + +*** + +Max suddenly found himself standing in what seemed to be the heart of a forest—or at least, it must have once been. The moment the teleportation light faded, he opened his eyes and looked around, taking in the sight before him. + +Towering trees surrounded him from every direction, their enormous trunks and twisted branches forming a natural canopy above. But something was wrong. At first glance, it looked like a thriving elven forest, but as Max looked closer, the signs of decay were everywhere. The trees were withering—bark cracked and faded, their once vibrant leaves now fallen and scattered lifelessly across the ground. + +The soil beneath his feet was dry and hard, lacking the fresh scent and texture of life. No grass grew, no flowers bloomed, and even the wind that blew through the woods felt heavy, almost sick. Everything seemed still… too still. Like the forest was holding its breath. Or dying slowly. + +And yet, even in this eerie silence, signs of life remained. All around him, Max could see hundreds of elves walking and moving about. They lived in tree houses built high above the ground, connected by long rope bridges and spiral wooden staircases. + +The houses were beautiful—elegant in design, crafted from the trees themselves without harming them, and decorated with glowing stones and vine-woven carvings. + +Despite the natural construction, they carried a strange modern-ancient touch, blending the grace of timeless elven architecture with something more refined and advanced. + +Elves moved across the platforms—children running lightly over the bridges, guards patrolling with bows on their backs, scholars and elders in robes discussing quietly under ancient trees. + +There was a sense of routine… but also a quiet unease. Many of them turned to look at Max, some with curiosity, others with suspicion, and a few with faint glimmers of hope. + +He stood at the center of it all, on a large teleportation rune carved into a wide stone platform surrounded by glowing runes and trimmed with white flowers that had long since wilted. + +The air around him was filled with the faint scent of dried wood and fading life. Max didn't need anyone to tell him—this kingdom was fading, piece by piece, and the weight of that slow death could be felt in the silence of the trees, in the tired expressions of the people, and in the soil that no longer bore life. + +"Is this what you meant when you said your kingdom is rotting away?" Max asked, turning to his side where Princess Lenavira should have been standing. But to his surprise, the spot beside him was empty. She was gone. + +Max's brow furrowed as he looked around, but there was no sign of the proud and arrogant princess. He stood alone on the glowing teleportation rune, surrounded by towering trees, crumbling leaves, and the quiet despair of a dying forest. + +'Damn it,' he cursed inwardly, 'she brought me here and vanished without a word? Just left a human standing alone in the middle of her kingdom like some lost traveler?' Max let out a frustrated sigh and took a step forward, unsure of where to go or who to ask. But before he could even begin to make a plan, the worst possible thing happened. + +From all directions, a sudden rustle of movement echoed through the still forest. A dozen elves emerged from the trees—lean, tall, and graceful—each of them holding a weapon, their eyes filled with sharp suspicion. They moved fast, surrounding Max in a perfect circle with silent precision. + +Spears gleamed in the light that filtered through the dying canopy, and bows were drawn tight, pointed directly at him. Not a word was spoken, but the message was clear—he was unwelcome, a stranger in their sacred land, and now he was surrounded by warriors who looked ready to strike at the slightest twitch. + +Max stood still, his expression calm but his eyes alert. He didn't raise his sword, not yet. But tension filled the air like a drawn bowstring, and Max knew one wrong move could trigger the entire forest to erupt around him. + +"Wait! Princess Lenavira brought me here!" Max said firmly, raising his voice just enough to cut through the tension. His gaze moved carefully across the circle of elves, watching their faces and body language. None of them lowered their weapons. + +More importantly, none of them seemed to be affected by his natural pressure. That was odd. Most elves he had encountered felt some discomfort just standing near him, except the elves in the faction of Elliot. + +"Princess Lenavira?" a cold voice echoed from above. + +Max looked up just as a figure descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the edge of the teleportation platform. It was a middle-aged elf with stern features, long brown hair, and sharp eyes that gleamed with hostility. + +His presence was overwhelming, even without releasing any aura, and Max could immediately sense it—Expert Rank. Far beyond the surrounding soldiers, who were all between 5th and 10th level of Seeker Rank. + +The elf narrowed his eyes at Max, his tone icy. "Humans are not welcome in the elf kingdom," he said flatly. "And since you are here… you will remain here. Forever." + +Max's expression darkened. His body tensed slightly, instinctively calculating every angle of the situation. 'This is bad,' he thought. He had no allies here, and the person who brought him had vanished without a word. + +'Where the hell is she?' Max thought with growing frustration, his eyes scanning the surrounding treehouses and platforms above. 'Lenavira… where did you go?' He had agreed to come here based on trust—her words, her sincerity, and her promise. + +But now, she was gone, and he was alone in the heart of a kingdom that clearly didn't want him alive. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-399.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-399.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1623048 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-399.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 399: Towards the Ancestral Hall" +slug: "ch-399" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 399 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood still, eyes moving from the cold, sharp spears pointed at him to the middle-aged elf who had just threatened to imprison him forever. + +'Should I just make a run for it?' he thought, his muscles tensing, ready to activate Blink Dash and disappear into the dying forest. + +But just as he prepared to move, his Three Dimensional Body detected something—movement in the distance. His vision slowed, focusing in, and he saw a group of elves approaching swiftly from between the trees. + +Leading them at the front, with a confident, composed stride, was none other than Princess Lenavira. Max's body relaxed slightly, his shoulders easing. 'Finally,' he thought. + +"I brought this human," Princess Lenavira said firmly as she stepped onto the teleportation platform. Her tone held no doubt, only sharp authority that immediately shifted the mood around them. + +The middle-aged elf, now identified as Fugen, turned toward her, his eyes narrowing. He looked between Max and the princess with open disdain. Then a sneer crept onto his face. "You truly believe he's Freya's brother?" he asked mockingly. "Look at him—pink eyes, white hair. He's the complete opposite of Freya's black hair and ocean blue eyes. Even his strength doesn't compare to hers." His words dripped with contempt, clearly unimpressed. + +Max's brow furrowed. He didn't care about the comparison, but the tone irritated him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Lenavira cut in coldly. + +"We'll know once he's taken to the Ancestral Hall," she said flatly, her voice steely and absolute. + +Fugen's expression darkened. "And if he turns out not to be her brother, I will slit his throat myself," he said without hesitation, the threat clear. + +"That won't happen," Lenavira replied coolly. + +"I hope so," Fugen said, stepping back. With a wave of his hand, the elven guards surrounding Max slowly lowered their weapons and backed off, their glares lingering but their threat fading. + +"Let's go, Max," Lenavira said, her wings of mana spreading as she gently lifted into the air, flying toward a distant part of the kingdom. + +Max exhaled softly, gave one last look at the now-silent Fugen, and took off after her. The elves behind them followed without a word, gliding through the rotting forest as they made their way toward whatever truth awaited in the Ancestral Hall. + +As Max flew behind Princess Lenavira, weaving through the dense, towering trees of the elven forest, he couldn't help but be amazed by what he saw. The entire elven civilization was built seamlessly within the forest, not disturbing nature but blending with it in a way that felt both ancient and advanced. + +Giant trees held entire cities high in their branches—homes and buildings made of carved wood and glowing crystals, connected by rope bridges, spiral staircases, and floating platforms. The architecture was elegant, almost dreamlike, with buildings shaped like blooming flowers or rising vines, their walls alive with soft lights that pulsed gently like breathing. + +Below them, through the canopy, Max saw parks tucked between clusters of trees, where elven children ran barefoot on moss-covered paths, chasing each other with bursts of wind magic and laughter that echoed gently through the fading woods. + +He saw gardens filled with exotic plants glowing faintly, tended to by elder elves who moved slowly, their faces serene. Small marketplaces hung between tree trunks where merchants sold herbs, weapons, scrolls, and glowing fruits from stalls carved into the bark. But they were also in the brink of withering away. + +Waterfalls trickled down from cliffs into crystal-clear pools, and light bridges formed from mana stretched across gaps in the forest floor. + +It was a world unlike anything Max had seen before—peaceful, natural, and beautifully alive, despite the signs of decay quietly creeping in. The rot was there—subtle but visible in the dried leaves, the pale bark of once-strong trees, and the lack of birdsong—but still, the elves continued to live with grace and balance, holding onto their fading paradise. + +As Max soared deeper into this world, he felt like he was flying through the last breath of a dying miracle. + +'Damn, this has to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,' Max thought, his eyes practically sparkling like stars as he looked around in awe. + +Every new glimpse of the Sylvaria Kingdom revealed something more breathtaking than the last—the way the buildings curved with the trees, the glowing lights woven into the branches, the children's laughter floating on the wind. It all felt like something out of a storybook, unreal yet somehow alive. + +Princess Lenavira turned her head slightly and caught the look on his face. A smug sneer tugged at the corner of her lips. "What? Never seen anything like this before?" + +Max didn't hide his reaction. He nodded honestly. "Yeah… everything about this place is really beautiful." + +"Huh," she huffed lightly, lifting her chin. "You're only the fifth human to ever step into Sylvaria Kingdom," she said, clearly proud of that fact. + +"Oh." Max blinked, the weight of that statement sinking in. It made sense now—why everyone had stared at him like a foreign creature, why the guards were so aggressive. The elves were deeply reclusive, protective of their land, their culture, and their people. + +'I guess that's actually smart,' Max thought. 'Humans are always full of greed. They'd tear a place like this apart just for its beauty.' + +They continued flying for another five minutes, the trees growing taller and more ancient the deeper they went. Finally, they arrived before an enormous structure that seemed to be carved directly into a mountain-sized tree. It was a massive hall, its entrance grand and awe-inspiring, surrounded by glowing runes and thick vines that shimmered faintly with mana. + +The air felt heavier here—older, sacred. + +At the entrance stood several elven guards, each radiating powerful auras. Max could immediately sense it—Expert Rank, without a doubt. They stood tall, weapons in hand, watching silently as Princess Lenavira and her group landed gently before them. + +'Damn Expert Rank elves are used as a guard here?' He was shocked lightly seeing that. + +Max landed beside her, his boots pressing into the mossy stone as the elves behind them followed suit. A moment later, another group descended—this time led by Fugen, whose expression remained stern and unreadable as his warriors touched down behind Max's group. + +The atmosphere thickened, and Max could feel it—whatever lay ahead in that grand hall was no small matter. + +"What now?" Max asked, looking around at the towering entrance of the grand hall and noticing that no one was moving. Despite having arrived, they weren't entering, and everyone just stood silently, waiting. + +"We wait," Princess Lenavira said calmly, her voice composed as always. + +Max sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at her. "By the way, where did you disappear to just now? I was nearly turned into a wanted man the moment I arrived. Your people were ready to skewer me on the spot." + +Princess Lenavira crossed her arms, lifting her chin slightly. "I am of Royal Bloodline, so of course I was teleported directly to the Royal Palace, unlike a certain someone," she said, her tone proud—but the last words came with a bite of disdain. + +'Her arrogance will one day kill me,' Max thought, sighing again as he glanced away, deciding not to bother arguing with her. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-4.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-4.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b85f046 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-4.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 4: Dimension of Time" +slug: "ch-4" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 4 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +'I see, so this is only my consciousness that is here. My physical body is still at the exact place where I was before using the Dimension of Time skill,' Max thought as he processed the information in his mind. + +From what he understood, this world he now stood in was a gateway to different dimensions. However, for the time being, he couldn't physically travel there and could only appear here in his soul form. + +'That means the door in front of me is the gateway to the Dimension of Time,' Max realized, inspecting the wooden door standing in the middle of nowhere in the world of clouds. + +'Since all of this is a result of my class, there's no harm in checking what's inside.' He mused, opening the door and stepping through. + +The door closed behind him automatically, and Max found himself standing in a vast room with no visible walls. The place felt endless, and everything around him was pure white. + +'What is this place?' Max wondered, staring at the mysterious surroundings. + +Then, another surge of information flooded his mind, clarifying the true purpose of the Dimension of Time. + +"I don't know if this is true or not, but there's no harm in trying," Max muttered, pushing his right hand forward and rotating it clockwise, slowly. As he did so, a holographic clock appeared in the white space above him, and the hands of the clock spun at an incredibly high speed. After a moment, everything came to a stop.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +Max stopped as well and glanced at the notification that had just popped up before everything halted. + +[Dimension of Time has been set to the first stage.] + +[First Stage: 1hr = 1 year.] + +'1hr = 1 year?' Max was shocked when he saw the notification. He understood immediately what it meant. Spending a year in the Dimension of Time would only cost him an hour in the outside world. This meant that one hour in the real world equaled an entire year in this dimension. + +"This is... Godlike!" Max marveled, amazed by the power of this ability. He had never encountered anything as broken as this before. It was beyond anything he could've expected when he first activated the Dimension of Time skill. + +"Then doesn't that mean I can train here for years, and only a few hours would pass in the real world?" Max was astounded by the possibilities and couldn't wait to test it out. + +He closed his eyes for a moment and checked the current state of the dungeon. Everything remained calm in the narrow hall. No more goblins were coming, and the other six students were still waiting for him to take the lead. + +'Looks like they're waiting for me to guide them out of the hall,' Max thought, observing their actions. 'This is good. I can use this time effectively.' + +With that in mind, Max opened his status and checked the Magic Bullet skill. + +--- + +[Magic Bullets] + +–Rank: [Common] + +–Level: 1 + +–Description: The skill allows the user to conjure and fire basic projectiles made of pure magical energy. + +--- + +'Level 1?' Max pondered, noting the skill was now at level 1, compared to its previous rank of 0. 'At level 1, it allows me to shoot only one magic bullet at a time. Level 2 increases it to 2 bullets, level 3 to 3 bullets, and so on... But increasing the level not only increases the number of bullets, but also their power.' + +He understood this, but he also knew that increasing a skill's level was one of the hardest things for a hunter to accomplish. Most hunters spent more time leveling up their skills than they did hunting or progressing in dungeons. + +'To level up a skill, one must master it. You need to understand how the skill works, its mechanism, and that requires a lot of time,' Max reflected. He decided to try something. + +Forming a shooting stance with his right hand, Max fired a magic bullet. + +A small blue ball of light formed at the tip of his index finger and shot forward like a bullet into the endless white space. + +"I was right!" Max rejoiced as he saw his prediction come true. "I can use the skill infinitely here! Since I'm in my soul form, not my physical body, I can use any skill repeatedly without worrying about mana consumption." + +His eyes widened in shock as a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Doesn't that mean this is a perfect place for training my skills?" + +By repeatedly using the skill, one could get closer to understanding its mechanics, slowly mastering it and leveling it up. + +Normally, this process would take a long time, and without a constant supply of mana crystals, it would be impossible to repeatedly use skills without running out of mana. However, Max didn't have to worry about time or mana here. The Dimension of Time had solved everything for him. He could just focus on comprehending the skill without concern. + +'Even though this is a no-rank dungeon, I still want to kill the boss and the other higher-level goblins. I can't afford to waste more time here in the entry-level section of the dungeon,' Max thought, deciding to dedicate only three hours to training his Magic Bullet skill. + +--- + +Three hours was a short time, but in the Dimension of Time, three full years passed for Max. He spent those three years training relentlessly, his focus solely on perfecting the Magic Bullet skill. + +Although it was difficult for him to do nothing but practice for three years straight, he held on to his will and continued to train over and over again and again until three years finally passed for him. + +"I finally mastered Magic Bullet to level 10, but this is too slow," Max muttered in dissatisfaction. Despite spending three years training, he had only reached level 10. He had expected to have reached level 30 or higher but the reality hit him hard. + +"Am I too dumb, or is mastering a skill always this hard?" he wondered in silence. + +He stood there for a moment, shaking his head with a sigh. "There's no point in thinking about it now." + +Max closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was back in the dungeon, in his physical body. However, the sight before him made him break into a cold sweat. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-40.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-40.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cc8f118 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-40.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 40: Elena Blade" +slug: "ch-40" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 40 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1246 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Damn, damn, damn… why are they here now?" Max’s heart raced as he streaked through the area outside the Burning Wild dungeon, using the full speed of his level 100 Swift Dash. + +He was like a gust of wind as he passed by others. + +’Just a little more,’ Max thought, seeing the forest ahead and pushing himself even harder. + +"Bang!" + +At that moment, a loud crash echoed through the air as something exploded in Max’s path. + +The shockwave from the blast sent Max flying backward, his body skidding along the ground, leaving a trail of dirt and debris in its wake before he finally came to a stop. + +Max immediately stabilized himself and stood up when he saw a silhouette in the dust ahead of him. + +Before he could react, a silver flash surged toward him from the dust, arriving in front of him in an instant. + +’It’s too fast!’ Max activated his Three Dimensional Body skill, hoping to dodge the attack with minute movements of his body. + +Though it didn’t come to that. + +A figure appeared before Max and blocked the attack for him. + +Max sighed in relief when he saw it was the old man with Alice who had blocked the attack. + +"Now I’m really curious—what have you done to attract the wrath of the Blades?" Erica’s voice reached Max’s ears as she appeared before him. + +No sooner had she spoken than Nash also appeared. + +"Will you protect me if I say I also want to know the reason behind their attack on me?" Max asked, turning to her. + +"Your mouth is sharper than I thought," Erica said, chuckling. "But sadly, I can’t do anything to help you here." + +"You’re useless then," Max shrugged and sighed. + +"How cold of you to say that!" Erica laughed, covering her mouth. + +"Why would the Blades want to kill him?" Nash muttered to himself, examining Max and wondering if he had missed something about this kid. + +Max cast a brief glance at Nash before shifting his focus to the figure responsible for the attack. + +As the dust settled, a silver-haired lady in her early twenties was revealed. She had a well-proportioned face, jade-like skin, and an undeniable beauty that could captivate anyone. + +However, the icy expression she wore gave her an aura of unapproachable coldness, earning her the title of "cold beauty" in the eyes of others. + +"Why is the Phoenix Order interfering in the matters of the Blade Family?" she asked, looking at the old man who had just blocked her attack for Max. + +"He is a member of the Phoenix Order," Alice said as she arrived at the scene. + +"Phoenix Order?" The silver-haired lady frowned, her brows knitting together in apparent displeasure. + +Nash and Erica were also surprised to hear that. + +"Alice, for your information, this kid is wanted by the Blade Family," the silver-haired lady advised. "It would do you and me both good if you don’t involve yourself with him." + +"But Elena—" Alice was cut off midway. + +"No buts," Elena said in an authoritative tone. "There are some things where you simply can’t interfere." + +Alice bit her lip as she understood what Elena meant, but she couldn’t bear to let Max die here. ’Big Brother, where are you? Come quickly,’ she silently prayed. + +Seeing that even Alice’s words didn’t do much, Max sighed and looked at the silver-haired lady. + +"With all due respect, Miss Elena, can I ask why I’m being targeted by the Blade Family?" Max asked loudly. + +"You are in no position to say anything," Elena said coldly. + +"Ah, I get it," Max nodded as if he understood something. "So this is one of those overbearing and lawless things that the four super families do behind the facade of the overlords of the Eastern Region. Is that it?" + +No sooner had the words left his mouth than a silver blade arrived before Max once again. + +But it was once again blocked by the old man from the Phoenix Order. + +"Are you trying to silence me now that I’ve spoken the truth?" Max looked at her, wide-eyed. + +"Everyone," he then shouted loudly to the people watching the scene. "When I awakened a few days ago, I was fortunate enough to awaken a unique healing class talent. The very next day, the Blade Family came to my door asking me to join their family, but I refused, as I have my own plans." + +He paused, looking at Elena’s darkened face before continuing. "And you know what their response was? It was this—’Nobody refuses the Blades, and those who dare to do so will sooner or later become the slaves of the Blades.’" + +He added, "And now they’ve come to kill me. After killing me, they plan to use my body for research on my class." His face contorted in disgust as he spoke. + +A wave of commotion rippled through the crowd as Max’s words echoed in the air. People froze in shock, their expressions shifting to disbelief. Faces turned pale, jaws dropped, and murmurs spread like wildfire as they struggled to grasp the weight of his statement. + +"This guy… His guts know no bounds," Erica said, her words trembling in disbelief. She had never expected that such a cute little guy would say something like this in her wildest dreams. + +"He knows he can’t survive this ordeal with his strength, so he used his brain. Very clever but also foolish," Nash sneered at Max’s actions. + +Max smirked, seeing the ugly expression on Elena’s face. + +"What? Cat got your tongue?" Max sneered. "The very fact that you came here to kill an innocent kid shows the true face of the so-called Blade Family. If they can kill a kid in broad daylight, then I wonder what worse things they’re doing in the dark?" + +Elena glared at Max, her eyes filled with chilling intent. "Are you going to keep interfering?" she asked the old man, her voice laced with intense killing intent. + +"I’m afraid I will have to," the old man said calmly. + +Elena’s face darkened. "By doing this, I take it the Phoenix Order has decided to go against the Blades?" + +"You are mistaken, Miss Elena," the old man said, his tone somber. "I am simply following the orders of my Young Master." + +"Young Master?" Elena’s frown deepened as she heard the old man. + +Just then, two figures descended onto the scene. One was a middle-aged man with dark green hair and a star mark on his face, and the other was a young man in his early twenties. + +The young man had light orange hair, and his confident face that always held a smile gave him a unique charm. + +"It seems I’m not late," he said calmly, looking at Elena. + +"Anton…" Elena murmured to herself, realizing she should have finished off Max when she had the chance. Things would become more much more difficult for her. + +"What’s going on here?" the middle-aged man with green hair asked. + +Max’s eyes immediately sparkled when he saw the uniform the middle-aged man was wearing. + +"Help me!" He ran and quickly stood behind him, pointing at Elena. "She wants to kill me for no reason. I just awakened a week ago and came to this dungeon, and now she wants to kill me. Please, you have to help me." Max clung to the middle-aged man and begged for his help. + +’You people from the Union Vanguard are supposed to be impartial, so don’t disappoint me,’ he thought silently. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-400.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-400.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0c02150 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-400.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 400: Three Statues" +slug: "ch-400" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 400 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1228 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A short while later, three groups of elves approached the area in front of the hall. Each group was led by a distinctly powerful elder, all of them with snow-white hair and aged appearances. The first was an old lady, graceful and dignified with eyes that seemed to see right through people. + +The second was an old man with a hunched back, walking slowly but carrying an air of cold strictness. + +The third was another old man, but unlike the other, he stood perfectly straight, his gaze sharp and calculating. All three of them radiated ancient power—far above even Fugen. + +"Lena dear," the old lady said gently, though her tone held a kind of weight that made Max instantly straighten his back. Her gaze fell on him like a blade. "Is this the boy you claim is the brother of Freya Voidwalker?" + +Max felt a chill shoot down his spine just from her eyes. He didn't flinch, but deep inside, her presence unsettled him. + +"Yes, Ancestor Ilya," Lenavira responded, her usual arrogance gone, replaced by polite respect. "This is him." + +"This kid?" the old man with the hunched back muttered, eyeing Max with suspicion. "He doesn't even look like her." + +"I bet he doesn't even know Freya," the other elder said with a scoff, then turned to Max. His eyes narrowed. "Boy, we don't usually let humans step foot in this kingdom. And the few who ever did? They had their uses. So, for your own good, I hope you're useful too… otherwise, jejejeje…" + +Max froze slightly, his expression twitching. 'Damn… this old man's laugh is terrifying,' he thought, his skin crawling just a little from that eerie chuckle. + +"Don't frighten the kid, Gallier," the old lady said with a soft chuckle, though her tone carried a firm authority that made the hunchbacked elder fall silent with a snort. Then she turned her gaze toward the grand structure before them—the so-called Ancestral Hall—and said, "Shall we open it?" + +"Let's do it then," Gallier muttered, his voice gravelly as he slowly stepped forward, each movement deliberate and heavy with age. He walked to the front of the hall and stood directly before the entrance, though there wasn't anything blocking the path—no door, no gate, no barrier at all. + +The old lady followed next, standing calmly beside Gallier, and the tall, straight-backed elder joined them without a word, forming a line of three just in front of the open space. + +Max watched them carefully, frowning in confusion. From what he could see, there was no wall, no lock, no visible obstruction to the hall's entrance—only a few guards standing to the side, watching silently. 'What are they trying to open?' he thought, puzzled. It didn't make sense. The hall was right there, wide and open. + +But then, all three of the elders reached forward and touched the empty air in front of them. + +To Max's surprise, something invisible responded. A gentle golden glow suddenly spread through the air where their hands made contact, forming soft ripples like the surface of a calm pond. A wave of golden aura expanded outward from their palms, flowing in elegant patterns, as if unlocking something far beyond what the eye could see. The entire atmosphere changed—he could feel it, a deep sense of ancient power awakening. + +"The Ancestral Hall is open," said Ilya, her voice calm as she turned to Princess Lenavira. "We may enter now." + +"Let's enter inside," Princess Lenavira said calmly as she stepped forward, walking past the now-activated entrance of the Ancestral Hall. + +Max looked at her back for a moment, then followed her into the hall without a word. + +"Don't do or say anything stupid in there," her voice suddenly echoed in his mind, not spoken aloud, but delivered directly through vital essence sound transmission. "Otherwise, you might get killed right here and then." + +Max immediately straightened up, his senses sharpening. That warning was enough to jolt him out of any trace of carelessness. He didn't doubt her words. + +'These three old fossils…' he thought, his eyes drifting toward the elders following behind, 'they give off the same pressure as the Old Saintess…' That level of strength wasn't just threatening—it was ancient and unfathomable, something not to be provoked in any way. + +They moved down a long, narrow hallway, their footsteps echoing softly in the silence. The path was dim, quiet, and heavy, as though the very air was laced with history. For several minutes, no one spoke. It was as if the entire group was holding their breath, walking deeper into something sacred. + +Finally, the hallway opened into a vast, dome-shaped chamber. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, curving upward until it opened to the sky itself, letting sunlight pour into the space in a wide, divine beam. The floor was polished smooth like mirror stone, and in the very center of the dome stood three massive statues, each one facing Max and the elves who had entered. + +They were enormous—each towering up to the dome's highest point. And all three were clearly elves, dressed in ancient robes, carved in exquisite detail, their expressions calm and timeless. + +But Max didn't notice the other two. + +His eyes locked onto the statue in the center, and the world seemed to vanish around him. His breath hitched, and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. His legs felt heavy, his heart pounded in his chest, and before he even realized it, tears began rolling down his cheeks—silent, uninvited, unstoppable. + +Because he knew that face. + +The same face that had appeared in his dreams, many times. The same face that had been etched in his mind. The same face that belonged to someone whose image was burned into his soul. + +He didn't know how, and he didn't know why—but he knew this statue. + +"Max, what happened?" Princess Lenavira asked, her brows furrowed as she turned to look at him. She had been watching from the corner of her eye, expecting him to be impressed—or maybe curious—but not like this. Not frozen. Not trembling. Not with tears silently running down his face. + +His reaction was far too intense. It caught her off guard. She remembered clearly—Freya had been calm the entire time she visited Sylvaria Kingdom. + +When they brought her to this very hall, even in front of these same ancient statues, she hadn't flinched. Not once. She had stood tall and composed, quiet but steady, like someone who understood the place but felt no strong pull toward it. + +But Max… was the complete opposite. His body was stiff, fists clenched, eyes wide and locked on the central statue like he had just seen a ghost. And not just any ghost—but one carved deep into his soul. + +Lenavira stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Do you… know the one in the middle?" she asked carefully, her tone losing some of its usual arrogance. She wasn't mocking now—she was genuinely confused, maybe even a little shaken by how real his reaction felt. + +Max didn't answer. He couldn't. + +Because in that face—carved in ancient stone, eyes cast toward the sky—he saw someone. + +Someone who had once held his hand. + +Someone who had once said, "Live freely, no matter what they say." + +Someone whose voice he couldn't remember, but whose warmth never left him. + +That statue wasn't just a figure from elven history. + +It was someone from his past. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-401.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-401.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd6cb7f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-401.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 401: Mother" +slug: "ch-401" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 401 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"This is… my mother." Max's voice was barely a whisper, yet it echoed clearly through the silent hall, reaching every ear. + +For a moment, no one moved. + +No one breathed. + +Shock rippled through the crowd like a silent wave, freezing them in place. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Eyes widened. Mouths parted, but no words came out. + +The three statues standing before them were far from ordinary—they were sacred, revered by every elf not just as relics of the past, but as the very source of their strength and existence. To the elven race, these statues were more than stone—they were life itself. But behind the reverence lay a deeper truth, one rooted in ancient legend. + +According to the stories passed down through countless generations, these statues were not crafted by mortal hands. They were manifestations of powerful elves from a higher dimension, beings whose might was said to rival that of true gods. + +It is believed that when such an elf descended into the mortal world, a statue would rise in their place, forming not from stone but from the residual divine spark left behind. This divine spark embedded within the statue would continue to radiate through the land, blessing the elves with vitality, abundance, and the strength of their bloodline. + +These statues served not only as symbols of faith but as anchors of divine power, keeping the elven race connected to their ancient origins and ensuring that their lineage would thrive, generation after generation. + +And so, when Max finally whispered the words—words that felt like they were pulled from the deepest part of his soul—"That statue... the one in the middle… she's my mother…"—the entire Ancestral Hall fell into a stunned silence. + +The moment the words left his lips, it was as if the air had been sucked out of the dome. + +The elves present—Princess Lenavira, the three ancient ancestors, Fugen, and the other followers—froze in place, eyes wide with disbelief. For generations, these three statues had been revered, honored as the sacred ancestors of the elven race, their identities lost to time but their presence worshipped as symbols of divine guidance and forgotten glory. + +Not once had anyone ever dared to claim a personal connection to them. And now, a human stood before them, not only claiming to be Freya's brother but saying that one of these statues was his mother. + +The sheer absurdity of it made some of the younger elves instinctively reach for their weapons again, while others simply stared, stunned speechless. + +Even the three powerful elders looked shaken, their expressions flickering from disbelief to something more unreadable—something deeper. + +Because while Max's claim sounded impossible… his reaction hadn't been fake. His trembling, his tears, the way he looked at the statue as if seeing a long-lost loved one—it wasn't something that could be faked. + +It was real. + +Painfully real. + +And that alone was enough to shake the very foundation of what the elves thought they knew. + +"Mother…" Max whispered, his voice soft and full of emotion as he reached up to wipe the tears from his cheeks. He couldn't take his eyes off the statue in the center. It was as if time had stopped around him. + +And then, something above the statue caught his attention. + +He blinked and looked up. There, etched clearly above each of the three massive statues, were names carved in ancient golden elven script. + +The name above the first statue was Altheria, regal and strong in appearance. + +The name above the last one was Velanna, elegant and wise-looking. + +But it was the name above the middle statue that made Max's breath catch in his throat. Caelira. His heart skipped a beat. That was his mother's name. The very same name he had heard his whole life, spoken in warmth and remembered in pain. + +The confirmation made something inside him tremble even more. 'It really is her...' he thought, staring up at the name with wide eyes. The resemblance in the statue's face was already uncanny, but now, paired with the name, it removed every shred of doubt he had. + +There was just one difference—the statue clearly had pointed ears, the trait of an elf, while his mother had always been human in appearance. Still, Max couldn't ignore the truth burning in his chest. + +"Caelira… That's the name of my mother," Max said quietly, almost in awe, the words slipping out naturally. + +The hall fell into deeper silence—one filled with disbelief and growing realization. The elves, already shaken by his emotional reaction, were now visibly stunned. + +A person could sometimes look like another, yes—but to carry the exact same name, the same face, and to have a sister like Freya, who once rejuvenated their dying kingdom with just a touch… it was no longer just coincidence. + +The name Caelira wasn't common, not even among the elves. And now, standing before the statue of one of their revered ancestors, a human boy had uttered it—not as a guess, but with a certainty that shook even the oldest among them. + +The impossible was starting to look real. + +Max stood still, his mind spinning with thoughts and questions. So many things were colliding at once—the statue, the name, the memories of his mother, the truth about Freya, and the mystery of why he and his sister were connected to a race they never belonged to. + +But he didn't speak those questions aloud. Not yet. They could wait. Right now, he needed time alone—time with Princess Lenavira, someone who clearly knew more than she let on. As a princess of the Elf Kingdom, she was bound to have some of the answers he was looking for. + +Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Max turned toward her. "So," he asked quietly, his voice steadier now, "what do I need to do?" + +Princess Lenavira hesitated for a moment. Now that everything made sense, it was all becoming clear to her—why Freya was able to bring life to their kingdom, and why she had insisted Max would be able to do the same. + +Lenavira's sharp eyes flicked toward the old lady, Ancestor Ilya, silently asking for confirmation. The elder gave a slow nod, and with that, Lenavira turned back to Max. + +"You see that pentagonal-shaped emerald shining on the forehead of God Ancestor Caelira's statue?" she said, her tone softer than before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-402.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-402.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..44bf29d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-402.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 402: Family" +slug: "ch-402" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 402 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1286 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max followed her gaze and looked back at the statue—at the forehead of his mother's statue. And there it was, just like she said. A bright emerald, shaped like a perfect pentagon, shimmered faintly under the sunlight pouring through the dome. It looked almost alive, pulsing gently as if waiting. + +"That emerald," Lenavira continued, "is said to hold the power of a divine spark. It's the symbol of our royal bloodline, and it represents the life and prosperity of the entire kingdom. But…" she paused with a quiet sigh, "it doesn't respond to elves. No matter how many of us try, nothing ever happens." + +She looked at Max more seriously now. "Last time, your sister—Freya—persuaded me that she could bring life back to our kingdom. I didn't believe her at all. I mean… how could a human do what even the purest elves had failed to do in our own land?" Her voice dropped a little, filled with memory. + +"But she was determined. She convinced me. And after I persuaded the elders, she was brought here. She walked into this very hall, touched the emerald on the forehead of Ancestor Caelira…" Lenavira paused and smiled faintly, "and she did it. The kingdom bloomed with life again." + +Her voice grew softer. "It only lasted three years. But it was enough for us to know the truth. That she wasn't ordinary. And neither are you." + +Max nodded his body lifted in the air as he arrived before the face of his mother. 'Mother, where are you?' He asked softly in his mind as his hand moved towards the statue slowly touching the emerald. + +But the moment his hand touched the emerald, a jolt of pain course through his head as a very deep, buried memory surfaced in his mind. + +*** + +In a grand palace that looked like it had been pulled from the dreams of another world, everything shimmered with an ethereal beauty that defied reality. The walls were made of a silver-white stone that glowed faintly under the light of floating crystal orbs, casting soft reflections across the vast halls. + +Towering pillars stretched toward a ceiling that looked like the night sky itself—twinkling with stars that slowly moved, as if the heavens had taken shelter within the palace. The floor beneath was carved from translucent jade, and as one walked upon it, golden patterns bloomed beneath their feet like ripples in water. + +And within that grand, dreamlike palace, a ten-year-old boy with a slightly chubby face, black hair, and bright blue eyes darted through the halls like a rocket. His laughter echoed as his feet pattered across the glowing jade floor, weaving around pillars and drifting tapestries, his small form a blur of energy and excitement. + +After a few minutes of running, he reached a larger room, grand and quiet, where he saw a serene figure floating in the air—his sister, cross-legged, surrounded by a soft aura of calm. + +"Big Sister Freya! Let's go! It's time to eat!" he shouted, his voice full of cheer. "Mother is calling us!" + +Freya slowly opened her eyes—deep ocean blue, calm and wise—and looked at him with a soft, warm smile that instantly lit up her graceful face. "Let's go, Maxy," she said gently, landing on her feet without a sound as she began walking toward him. + +"Hehe! The one who reaches last has to wash the dishes!" Max grinned mischievously before dashing off again, his figure disappearing down the corridor with unstoppable energy. + +Freya let out a soft laugh, shaking her head with a peaceful smile, and followed after him, her pace graceful as always. + +A moment later, Max burst into another grand hall—this one shaped like a dining area, with a long table carved from glowing crystal wood and chairs arranged neatly around it. The warm aroma of food filled the space, making his eyes light up. "Yes! I'm not last!" Max shouted happily, hopping with excitement. + +"Look again, Maxy," came Freya's voice, calm and teasing. + +Max spun around—and his jaw dropped. There she was, already sitting at the table, gracefully nibbling on her food with a composed expression. + +"You're cheating!" Max cried, pointing a finger at her. "Big Sister, you can't use your powers! We already agreed—no teleporting in the palace! You cheated!"𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +Freya just smiled, a tiny spark of mischief in her eyes, and continued eating like nothing happened. + +"Max, why are you shouting again?" a soft, gentle voice echoed through the hall, and Max turned around to see a figure walking in gracefully. It was a beautiful lady, an adult woman with long black hair cascading down her back and calm, loving eyes that glowed with warmth. She looked at Max with a faint smile, one filled with endless affection. "Have you lost again?" she asked teasingly. + +"No! I didn't lose!" Max pouted, crossing his arms. "Big sis cheated! She teleported here just now, and I ran! That's unfair!" + +"Alright, alright," his mother said with a light laugh as she walked over and patted Max's head, her hand warm and gentle, full of care. "We all know our Max is the fastest, right?" + +Max blushed a little, lowering his head bashfully as he nodded. Her praise always made his heart swell with happiness, even when he pretended to act tough. + +"Now let's go and eat," she said, leading him over to the long, glowing dining table as more maids stepped in quietly, placing plates of steaming food across the polished surface. The aroma filled the air, making Max's stomach growl slightly. + +He climbed onto one of the chairs and sat down properly, looking up at his mother. "Mother… where's Father? He's not home yet?" he asked with a small frown. "He told me yesterday that he would eat with me today." + +"He'll be here soon," she replied softly, placing a hand on his back with gentle reassurance as she sat beside him. "Let's eat first, my son." + +"But… Father…" Max hesitated, glancing at the empty seat beside her. + +"I told you," she said again, her voice becoming just a little firm, though it still overflowed with love. "He will be here." + +Max nodded slowly, accepting her words, and turned to look at the food in front of him. + +"The one who finishes last has to clean the training hall tomorrow!" Freya suddenly called out, her voice teasing. + +Max's eyes shot wide open as he saw how quickly she was eating. "You've already eaten half your plate! Big Sis, you're cheating again!" he shouted, pointing dramatically at her food, clearly flustered. + +Just then, a warm, deep laugh echoed through the hall, and the air shifted slightly as a tall figure entered. A middle-aged man with dark blue hair and a broad, heavy-built body stepped into the room. His presence was calm but powerful, his sharp eyes softening the moment they landed on Max. + +"Looks like I arrived just in time. And Max is already shouting, huh?" he said, his voice full of warmth as he walked over and ruffled Max's hair affectionately. "Did my little warrior lose another race?" + +Max looked up at him, grinning wide. "No! She cheated again!" + +His father laughed heartily and took his seat beside them. "Then let's eat. And tonight, I'll tell you one of those stories you like. But only if you finish your food before Freya. Deal?" + +Max's eyes sparkled with excitement as he picked up his spoon. "Deal!" he shouted happily. + +And just like that, their family sat together in the glowing hall of their palace, laughter and love filling the space as they began their meal—just another perfect evening in a world that felt like home. + +But just like the ever-flowing current of time, not everything stays forever. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-403.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-403.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e77d47b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-403.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 403: Truth about the Haunting Dream" +slug: "ch-403" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 403 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1068 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After the warm meal filled with laughter and love, Max stood up from the dining table and politely thanked his mother and father, smiling with that same innocent grin that always made them proud. Then, humming softly to himself, he made his way back to his room, feeling full and content. + +But the moment he stepped near the doorway, a chill ran down his spine. He stopped abruptly, his smile vanishing as a strange feeling crept over him. His senses, sharp even for a ten-year-old, tingled. Something was off. + +'There are people inside…' he thought, narrowing his eyes. Though he was just a kid, he wasn't foolish—he had been trained, and he had instincts far beyond his age. + +'Who could be in my room?' + +Just then, his mother's frantic voice rang directly into his ears, carried through vital essence sound transmission—"Max, Freya! Get out of the palace now! We are being attacked!" + +Max froze. 'Attacked?' His heart skipped a beat, panic bubbling inside him. But before he could take a single step back, the door to his room burst open, and several adult men stepped out silently, their faces cold and emotionless. In moments, they surrounded him from all sides, cutting off every escape route. + +And what shocked him even more—they were all elves. Their long, pointed ears made it clear. His eyes widened, not just in fear but in realization. + +'They're here to assassinate me,' he thought, his little fists tightening. But as the fear settled in his chest, a darker realization hit him like a blade—If they were hiding in my room… could there be others in Freya's room too? + +"Heh, we've been waiting patiently for this brat," one of the elves sneered. "And here he is, hesitating at the door." + +"He must've sensed us," another one chuckled darkly. "Did you all forget why we're here? It's just to kill this boy. The legend says he was born with a Divine Bloodline—just like his mother, only far more potent making his potential the strongest in the Divine Realm" + +"So what?" another scoffed. "He'll die by our hands tonight. That's all that matters." + +"Killing a genius before they grow is always a pleasure," one said with a cruel grin. "Especially someone like this one." + +Max stood in the center of them, his heart pounding like a drum. His small body trembled slightly, fear coursing through him like a river of ice. He had never felt so vulnerable, so cornered. + +But then he looked at them—studied their movements, sensed their strength—and something within him shifted. His fear didn't vanish, but it sharpened into clarity. 'They're strong… but I can handle them.' + +Broom! + +Just then, the sky above the palace darkened—not from clouds, but from the sudden appearance of countless ancient battleships, each designed with glowing elven runes and towering like giants in the sky. Hundreds of them hovered in the air, forming a terrifying blockade above the once peaceful palace. + +From every ship, squadrons of elves descended like a rain of silver, landing on the palace grounds in perfect formations. Hundreds of thousands of elven warriors poured in from the sky, armed and ready, turning the heavens above into a full-blown battlefield. + +Max stood frozen, his eyes wide as he stared up at the overwhelming invasion. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—his home, his safe place, was under siege. The air trembled with the sound of explosions, the clang of weapons, and the screams of those caught in the chaos. + +One of the elves surrounding him stepped forward with a mocking sneer. "Kid, you're going to die anyway. So why not come with us quietly? There's someone who wants to meet you. And if you behave, maybe—just maybe—he'll spare your life." + +Max turned sharply toward the elf, his eyes narrowing. "Why are you doing this? Why attack my family?" + +The elf chuckled cruelly. "Isn't it obvious? It's all to kill you. Everything happening here is because someone powerful doesn't want you to grow up. Doesn't want you to become what you're meant to be." He grinned wickedly. "This… is all your fault." + +Max's heart sank. He turned slowly, his eyes falling on the palace around him, now drowned in explosions and chaos. + +The walls cracked and burned, the once-beautiful halls now coated in smoke and ash. Guards were fighting valiantly but were being overwhelmed. Loyal maids were slaughtered without mercy. The palace that had once felt so warm now looked like a crumbling ruin in the middle of war. + +"So, if you want to survive—if you really want to live—follow us," the elf said darkly. "Or die painfully here, like the rest." + +A few moments passed in silence. The sounds of battle echoed around them. Then the elf asked again, "So what did you decide?" + +Max lowered his head, his voice quiet and hollow. "I… I'll follow you." His bright eyes dulled for a moment, his voice empty like his heart had been broken. + +"Hehe, good boy," one of them laughed, and without another word, they led him away—towards the forest beside the palace. + +Once there, they slowed down, clearly searching for something. "Kid, wait here. Don't try anything stupid," one of them warned before turning to look around. + +"Where's Sir Xavier's battleship?" one elf growled. "He said it should be somewhere in this forest, but it's not visible." + +"It has to be here. It's probably under camouflage. Spread out, we'll find it soon." + +The elves scattered slightly, searching through the thick foliage, unaware of the eyes burning behind them. + +Max's gaze sharpened like a blade. 'This is my chance,' he thought, his hands slowly reaching behind his back. + +From his hidden belt, he pulled out a sword—not a regular one, but a special blade his father had once given him, telling him to use it only in the worst situation. It shimmered with bright blue light, its hilt warm with a familiar power. + +He gripped it tightly, raised it high—and swung with all his strength. + +BOOM! + +The blade released a surge of energy that roared through the forest like a crashing wave. + +The elves turned, sensing danger—but it was already too late. The blue light tore through them in an instant, their bodies exploding into pieces, their screams silenced before they even began. + +Blood splattered across the trees, painting the forest floor red. Limbs and armor clattered against rocks and roots as silence reclaimed the woods. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-404.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-404.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec7fc2c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-404.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 404: Five Enemies" +slug: "ch-404" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 404 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood in the center of it all, his chest rising and falling, the sword still glowing in his hand. 'That took almost all my energy.' He thought looking at the sword. 'What is this sword?' + +"Big Sis Freya!" Max gasped, suddenly remembering his sister. Without wasting another second, he turned around and ran, his feet pounding against the palace floor as he rushed through the smoke and falling debris toward her room. + +--- + +But when he reached the hallway outside her chamber, what greeted him wasn't chaos—it was silence. Freya was already outside, standing alone, her clothes slightly torn, her hair messy from battle, and her breathing heavy. + +Around her lay a mountain of corpses—elves. Dozens, no, hundreds of bodies littered the floor, blood staining the walls and pooling at her feet. Some had been pierced cleanly through the heart, others frozen solid, others burned beyond recognition. It was a scene of carnage—and she was the one who had done it. + +She had killed them all. + +Freya turned her head the moment she sensed him. Her ocean blue eyes locked on his, and the fierce glint in them immediately softened. + +"Maxy! You're okay!" she cried out, her body vanishing in a blur before reappearing in front of him. She wrapped him tightly in her arms, trembling with relief. + +"I'm fine, Big Sis…" Max whispered, his voice choked with emotion as he held her back. "But… where are Mother and Father?" + +He barely finished asking when a deafening crash came from the sky. + +BANG! + +Something massive fell from above and slammed into the ground a few steps away from them, shaking the earth. Freya didn't hesitate—she spun around and covered Max completely with her body, shielding him from the shockwave that blasted through the corridor, cracking the walls and sending dust everywhere. + +As the dust cleared, Max peeked through Freya's arms—and his eyes widened in horror. + +Lying in the center of the impact zone… were their parents. + +His mother, Caelira, her long black hair now messy and soaked with blood, her calm eyes barely open. Her robes were torn, and one of her arms hung limp. His father, tall and strong, the man who had always looked unshakable, was on one knee, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, his breathing shallow. His dark blue hair was stained, and a long, deep wound crossed his chest. + +"M-Mother… Father!" Max cried, trying to run toward them, but Freya held him back. + +"Stay behind me," Freya said sharply, her voice low and protective as she placed herself in front of Max, her arms spread slightly. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, locking onto the five figures that had just descended from the sky like judgment itself. + +The air grew thick with pressure. + +Behind their injured parents—Caelira and their father, both barely able to stand—five powerful figures landed slowly, their presence heavy enough to still the wind, their auras suffocating. + +The first was a tall elven man with flowing silver hair and sharp emerald eyes, dressed in ornate golden battle armor that shimmered with divine patterns. A long jade spear rested in his hand, and his expression was calm but laced with disgust. + +"Caelira," he said coldly, his voice echoing through the ruined hall. "You knew this day would come. You abandoned your place in the Divine Court… chose to live among humans… and now you expect us to ignore the consequences?" + +His name was Valen El'Vareth, once the youngest general of the Elven High Guard. Now, he stood here as the executioner of a fallen bloodline. + +Beside him stood a slender elven woman, her icy blue eyes piercing, her green robes flowing like mist, and her hands glowing with faint threads of soul magic. She looked at Caelira with a bitter smile. + +"You could have warned us, Caelira," she whispered. "Warned us that your child would inherit more than your eyes. More than your power." + +Her name was Selaria Moonshade, once Caelira's closest friend in the ancient elven courts—now twisted by fear and loyalty to a higher cause. + +Next stepped forward a human man, tall and lean, his red hair spiked like a flame and a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. Fire danced across his fingers, licking the air with sparks. + +"I always said, the day you betrayed the Divine Court would end in fire," he said mockingly. "Who knew I'd be the one lighting the match?" + +He was Darian Flameborne, an infamous fire mage known for turning cities into ashes just to send a message. + +To his left stood a woman in black, her robes flowing like shadows, her skin pale, and her ashen-gray eyes empty of emotion. A faint whisper of death hovered around her. + +"This is necessary, Caelira," she said softly, like a lullaby. "A boy with a divine bloodline stronger than yours? He is a monster. And believe me when I say my hands are forced." + +She was Iris Vale, a high necromancer of the Forbidden Order, feared across realms as a caller of restless souls. + +Finally, the last stepped forward—a tall, broad-shouldered man with an unshakable presence. His twin swords gleamed on his back, and his face held no expression, only calm judgment. + +"The child must die," he said simply, looking down at Max without hate or malice, as if delivering a sentence. "That is the decision passed by the Five Great Factions." + +His name was Reign Duskblade, the Balance Executioner, a man who never chose sides—only acted when order was threatened. + +Max gripped Freya's sleeve tightly, unable to understand how people like this—so powerful, so cold—could speak of killing a child like it was a duty. + +Caelira coughed, blood on her lips as she tried to lift her head. "You... How could you all do this?" she whispered, her voice weak. "And Max is just a kid!" + +"This isn't personal," Valen said calmly, his jade spear humming with deadly energy. Without another word, he thrusted it forward, and from its tip, hundreds of glowing green beams burst out like arrows of judgment, all aimed directly at Max—the child they were sent to destroy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-405.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-405.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a72613c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-405.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 405: A Cruel Fate" +slug: "ch-405" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 405 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1296 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"No!" Caelira screamed, her voice cracking with despair as tears streamed from her eyes. Her body was broken, blood still dripping from her mouth, but her arms reached forward as if she could stop the beams with nothing but a mother's love. + +Max's father, still kneeling and gasping for breath, clenched his fists as he watched in silence, helpless. His eyes dimmed, not from pain—but from hopelessness, watching the attack that would take his son away before his very eyes. + +But just before the beams could reach Max—a brilliant golden dome exploded into existence around him. A forcefield made of glowing runes and divine light surrounded both him and Freya, humming with a power that didn't belong to this world. + +The beams of attack were all deflected away by the forcefield and some shattered.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +"I won't let you touch him." Freya's voice was cold, her eyes sharp as steel. She stood with one hand raised, holding a golden crystal pendant, glowing like a miniature sun. It was a sacred treasure—one their mother had given her long ago, meant to be used only when death was certain. + +The pendant had activated the forcefield, deflecting Valen's attack with a loud cracking sound as the beams shattered into sparks against the divine barrier. + +"Tch… so she had a treasure and it's a forcefield treasure of Primordial Rank," Darian Flameborne growled, stepping forward. "With her energy she could only use the treasure for a few hours or so. Then we just kill the parents first. What do you think?" He asked looking at others. + +"Agreed," Selaria Moonshade whispered, her fingers weaving glowing blue threads in the air as a massive soul bind seal took shape. + +"End them," Reign Duskblade said simply, unsheathing both swords as his aura surged. + +"Make the child watch, maybe he would surrender," Iris Vale said coldly, her voice like a winter wind as shadows coiled around her. + +And then they attacked—all five at once. + +Valen's spear shot out a thousand beams of piercing emerald light aimed at Caelira's heart. Selaria released a spiraling curse wheel made of soul chains to crush her spirit. Darian summoned a flaming phoenix the size of the sky and sent it hurtling toward their father. + +Iris raised her hand and called forth skeletal dragons, their roars echoing through the broken palace. Reign charged in with both swords drawn, his slashes cracking space itself as they closed in on their targets. + +"No, no, no…" Max muttered, his voice trembling as he stood frozen in place, watching the horror unfold before him. His eyes stayed locked on his parents—his mother, Caelira, bleeding and barely conscious, her hand weakly reaching toward him, and his father, hunched over with a deep wound across his chest, barely able to breathe. They couldn't move, couldn't even lift their arms to protect themselves. + +And then, as Max turned his eyes toward the five enemies—each of them unleashing monstrous attacks aimed not at him but at his already broken parents—he felt his knees buckle. + +A giant flaming phoenix roared toward his father, soul chains spun toward his mother, spectral dragons came crashing down from the sky, blades ripped through space toward them, and countless beams of light bore down like divine punishment. + +Max's heart pounded louder than ever before, the sound of his own heartbeat mixing with the shrieking chaos outside. The weight of it all crushed his young spirit—the powerlessness, the fear, the sorrow—it was too much. + +Tears blurred his vision as he whispered again, "No…" But then his body trembled, not from fear… but from something building deep inside. Something vast. Something untamed. Something divine. + +"NO!" Max's scream ripped through the battlefield like a thunderclap, his voice filled with pain, fury, and something ancient. At that moment, something deep inside him snapped. The grief of seeing his parents on the verge of death, the rage of being targeted since birth, the sorrow of having his peaceful world shattered—all of it exploded at once. + +A golden light erupted from within him, his hair shimmering with golden streaks, his aura bursting outward in a wave that shook the entire palace grounds. The air cracked, the earth split beneath his feet, and even the sky above seemed to recoil. + +In that single instant, Max awakened a fragment of his Divine Bloodline. + +And then—everything changed. + +His body glowed. + +A brilliant golden aura burst from within him, shaking the air. His black hair turned streaked with gold, his eyes became bright like burning suns. The earth cracked beneath his feet. The skies above twisted, bending toward his presence. + +In that instant—he had awakened a fraction of his Divine Bloodline. + +Max raised his hand, and with one wave, a shockwave of divine energy erupted from him like a tidal wave. + +BOOM! + +The attacks headed for his parents were instantly obliterated, swallowed by the wave of golden force. The phoenix vanished, the dragons shattered, the soul curse broke, the swords stopped mid-air, and the beams of light were devoured. + +And worse for the enemies—they were all sent flying. + +Valen, Selaria, Darian, Iris, and Reign—the Five Executioners—were hurled backward like ragdolls, crashing through pillars, trees, and walls, coughing blood as they hit the ground with force they had never imagined a child could possess. + +Freya turned to her brother, wide-eyed. + +He wasn't the same boy anymore. + +Max stood there, surrounded by golden flames, his face blank—but his aura screamed with divine wrath. + +"Max? What happened to you?" Freya asked, standing beside him, her voice shaky with worry. But Max didn't reply. He just stood there, his body surrounded by a golden light, eyes glowing faintly, his expression blank like his soul had slipped away. + +"It's his bloodline," Caelira said weakly, struggling to lift her head. Her voice trembled as she tried to speak louder, despite the pain wracking her body. "He just awakened his Divine Bloodline... Freya, you and him need to escape. Use the Void Stone. Now." + +But before Freya could act, a cold voice sneered through the air. "Nobody is going anywhere." + +In a blink, Selaria Moonshade appeared in front of Max. Her icy blue eyes locked onto his, and her slender hand gently touched his head, as if in mock affection. Her smile twisted into something cruel. She looked past Max, straight at Caelira, her voice dripping with venom. "You know the real reason we came here. Not just to kill him... but to claim his Divine Bloodline. It's too precious to be wasted on a child. We want it all for ourselves." + +As she spoke, the hand resting on Max's head began to glow with a dark green light, pulsing with sinister energy that shimmered with soul-consuming power. + +"But first... I need to destroy his soul." Her tone was cold and merciless, her eyes narrowing with focused hatred. + +"No!" Freya shouted, raising her arm to activate the Primordial Rank treasure once more. But just as she did, Selaria's free hand lashed out—a flash of green energy bursting from her palm. + +Boom! + +Freya was blasted back violently, crashing into a pillar with a gasp. "Aghhh!" she cried out, the treasure slipping from her hand and skidding across the floor. + +And then… Max screamed. + +The sound tore through the hall, filled with pain beyond anything a child should ever feel. Agonizing, soul-ripping pain. His body trembled, his mouth open in a voiceless cry as his knees hit the floor. The pain was constant—merciless—not even allowing him to faint. + +It stripped away his strength, piece by piece. His limbs grew weak. His vision blurred. His breath slowed. He could feel himself slipping—his memories fading, his thoughts scattering, like his mind was falling into a dark, endless sleep. + +Then, in one brutal moment, Selaria's other hand pierced directly into his chest, right over his heart. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-406.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-406.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4046c66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-406.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 406: Mother’s Embrace" +slug: "ch-406" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 406 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1056 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Splurt. + +Blood spilled from Max's mouth as he gasped, eyes wide with shock and horror. And slowly, Selaria pulled her hand out—holding a glowing golden orb of light. + +His Divine Bloodline. + +Max's body shook violently, his legs giving way. His black hair slowly turned milk white, strands falling across his pale face. His once bright blue eyes faded into a lifeless pink, drained of vitality and brilliance. + +And Max collapsed. Silent. Still. A fading god-child, stripped of everything. + +"Haha, I finally got the Divine Bloodline!" Selaria laughed, her voice sharp and cruel as she held the glowing golden orb of light—the fragment of Max's power—in her hand like a prized trophy. + +Without a second glance, she flung Max's limp body away as if tossing a broken doll, heartless and victorious. But before he could hit the ground, Freya flashed forward, catching him tightly in her arms. + +"Max!" she cried, her voice breaking as she looked down at him. His eyes were half-closed, his breathing weak, barely noticeable. His aura flickered faintly, like a candle on the verge of going out. His once vibrant hair was now white, and his pink eyes—dim and lifeless. + +"Don't bother with him," Selaria sneered, her tone mocking as she walked toward them with confidence. "I've already erased half of his soul—especially the Yin Soul. And I've extracted his Divine Bloodline. What's left is just a fleshy shell, waiting for the Yang Soul to wither away in the absence of its other half." She said it casually, like she was reading from a scroll, as if destroying a child's future was no more than a duty. + +Freya's face was drenched in tears, but her hands didn't stop glowing. She pressed her palm against Max's chest, pouring mana into him, trying desperately to stabilize his breath. At the same time, she sent soul energy into his body, doing everything she could to balance what remained of his fractured soul—hoping to keep it intact without its Yin side. + +Caelira lay on the ground, her eyes wide with horror as she witnessed her son's light being snuffed out. Her heart ached with guilt, with rage, with helplessness. She tried to rise, but her limbs refused. She had failed to protect him. + +And Max's father, kneeling with blood soaking through his robes, felt a fury so deep it threatened to consume him entirely. He clenched his fists until they bled, his body trembling—not from weakness, but from the sheer helplessness of watching everything collapse in front of him. If they hadn't been ambushed by all five… if it had just been two, or even three, they could've fought back.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +But five enemies at their level had left them with no chance. + +Then suddenly, Caelira's eyes widened. Her senses reached into Max's body… and caught something. A flicker. A tiny spark. Faint… but still there. + +'Huh? There's still a spark of his Divine Bloodline!' she gasped, her eyes lighting up. "Freya! Use the Void Stone! Take Max and run! NOW!" she shouted with all the strength she had left, hope surging back into her voice. + +Freya gritted her teeth, glancing at her mother and father. Her hands trembled as she pulled out the Void Stone, the last hope they had. "Mother… Father… we'll come back for you. I promise." Her eyes locked onto theirs for one last moment—filled with pain, love, and unshakable resolve. + +She saw the five enemies moving—ready to strike, ready to stop her—but she didn't give them the chance. + +With a final cry, she crushed the Void Stone in her hand. + +A gentle blue light surged out from it, wrapping around her and Max like a divine barrier. It pulsed once… then shot into the sky like a streak of holy starlight. + +Before the five enemies could reach them, before another attack could land—Max and Freya disappeared, vanishing into the heavens, like a star that slipped beyond the reach of darkness. + +*** + +Max's consciousness slowly began to fade, his thoughts growing blurry, his vision flickering between light and dark. The last thing he saw was the memory of his mother's tear-filled eyes, his father's trembling hands, and his sister's scream as she held him. + +Bits and pieces of the tragedy that had shattered his family swirled in his mind—the glowing hand that tore into his chest, the five enemies that stood like giants, and the blue light of the Void Stone carrying him away. + +It was all scattered, like pieces of a broken dream. And then, everything went black, his body slipping into a deep, silent slumber. + +Back in the Ancestral Hall of the Sylvaria Kingdom, silence filled the dome as a mysterious cocoon of green light began to form around Max's unconscious body. It shimmered softly, shaped like an enormous egg, its surface glowing with strange energy. + +From all around it, golden vines twisted and pulsed gently, wrapping the cocoon in an elegant, divine embrace. The air trembled faintly as the cocoon slowly floated upward, positioning itself right in front of the pentagonal-shaped emerald on the forehead of the statue of Caelira. + +A dark blue light connected the emerald and the cocoon, like a thread of life passing between a mother and her child. + +The elves inside the hall, including the three ancient Ancestors, stood frozen, unable to speak. They had never seen anything like this. Even during Freya's visit, no such phenomenon had occurred. There had been no cocoon. No golden vines. No such connection to the statue. This… was something far beyond what any of them had ever imagined. + +"Ancestors, look there!" Princess Lenavira suddenly cried out, her voice filled with trembling excitement as she pointed toward the base of the statue. + +Everyone turned—and what they saw left them stunned. + +From the feet of the statue, green vines began to sprout, growing rapidly across the floor. Within seconds, colorful flowers bloomed—brilliant reds, soft blues, vivid purples—and lush trees rose up around them. + +The entire Ancestral Hall transformed into a vibrant garden, overflowing with life. The air was filled with the scent of fresh blossoms, and the golden dome above shimmered like dawn had broken within the temple itself. + +The elves could only stare, wide-eyed, as they witnessed something they had never thought possible—life returning to the land. It was even faster and denser than what Freya had done three years ago. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-407.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-407.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..825e2d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-407.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 407: Leveling up Three levels" +slug: "ch-407" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 407 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1080 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Life has indeed returned to our kingdom… and from the looks of it, it will be a long time before it goes away," Ancestor Ilya said softly, her aged eyes filled with a deep sense of peace as she looked around the Ancestral Hall, now brimming with life. + +The once solemn and sacred place had transformed into a sanctuary of blooming flowers, twining vines, and lush greenery. The very air felt fresher, and the scent of blossoms carried hope with it. + +All around, the elves looked on with joy in their eyes and awe in their expressions. + +They had long lived in the forest, it was their pride and their soul, and watching it wither for years had been a quiet sorrow they had all carried. But now, with life returning to their land, they felt at peace, like something lost had finally come home. + +"Lena, you should remain here and keep a watch over our guest," Ancestor Gallier said next, his voice, for once, kind and respectful. + +"Lena dear, take care of things here," Ancestor Ilya added gently, turning away. "We have some old scores to settle with the demons now that our forest breathes again. And when our dear guest Max wakes up, take special care of him, Lena." + +With those parting words, the three Ancestors turned and slowly made their way out of the hall, leaving behind only Lenavira, Fugen, and his group. + +Fugen glanced once at the glowing green cocoon hovering near the emerald embedded in the statue of Caelira, then turned to Lenavira with a small smile. + +"It seems I was suspicious for nothing," he said lightly. "I'll be outside speaking with the guards. If you need anything, don't hesitate." + +With that, he and his elves exited quietly, leaving Lenavira alone inside the hall. She looked at their fading silhouettes and then turned her gaze back to the floating cocoon of green light, shimmering with golden veins and pulsing gently beside the emerald. Her mind was a storm of thoughts. + +She remembered how Freya, though countless years younger than her, had surpassed her easily. When Freya ascended to the peak of Tower of Truth, Lenavira had still been struggling between the fifth and sixth floors. It took her more than a month to finally reach the tenth floor, but by then, Freya was already gone, her legend echoing across the continent. + +And now, Max had appeared—another monster in the making. Lenavira looked up at the statue of God Ancestor Caelira and couldn't help but wonder. + +Were Freya and Max truly her children? + +It would explain their terrifying talents and unnatural connection to the statue. + +But one question still tugged at her—why weren't they elves? Were they half-elves? + +That could explain their human-like features and the complete lack of elven traits. + +She stared at Max's cocoon for a moment longer, then let out a quiet breath. "From the looks of it… Max doesn't know anything either," she thought, brushing the question aside for now. There were too many mysteries—but the truth could wait. For now, she would watch over him… and wait for the boy who brought life back to the forest to awaken. + +*** + +Max remained sealed inside the golden cocoon for a full seven days, unmoving and silent, like a statue frozen in time. Throughout that time, Lenavira had not left his side, keeping a constant vigil with worried eyes and a quiet heart, hoping for his safe return. + +Finally, on the seventh day, the cocoon began to stir. Golden light began to leak from the cracks forming along its smooth surface, growing brighter and more intense with each passing second. Then, with a faint hum and a flash of blinding brilliance, the cocoon began to crack open. + +"He's coming out," Lenavira whispered, her voice filled with relief as she stood up, eyes locked onto the unraveling cocoon. The cracks spread further until, with a soft shattering sound, the cocoon split apart and collapsed, revealing Max's figure suspended in mid-air. + +His body radiated a soft, golden glow, almost divine in appearance, as if he had been reborn. Slowly, he floated down and landed gently in the center of the Ancestral Hall. + +But something about him had changed. His expression wasn't calm or confused—it was a storm of emotion. His eyes were shadowed with fury, pain, and a dozen more unspoken feelings, all clashing violently beneath the surface. + +And then the memories came rushing in—everything that had been locked away now returned with full force. He saw it all clearly: his parents' helpless struggle, Freya's escape while carrying him, the cries, the chaos. The weight of that day crushed his heart all over again. + +"Mother… Father… just you wait for me," he muttered, barely loud enough to hear, his fists trembling and clenched with so much force his knuckles turned white. + +His sister's words echoed in his mind—that their parents were still alive. That truth was now his anchor, his drive, the spark that ignited his will to grow stronger no matter what especially now that he understood the situation his parents could be in right now. + +Just then, a flurry of bright notifications appeared before his eyes— + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 2 of Adept Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 3 of Adept Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 4 of Adept Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for reawakening the Divine Bloodline.] + +[Check status for more information.] + +Max stood motionless, his body still tingling with the overwhelming surge of power that rushed through his veins like a roaring tide. Every inch of him felt alive—stronger, sharper, more awake than ever before. His muscles pulsed with strength, and his soul felt as if it had expanded beyond its previous limits. + +'Level 4 of Adept Rank... and I've reawakened my Divine Bloodline?' he thought, eyes widening slightly in surprise. + +A gentle, almost bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. He slowly turned his gaze toward the central statue in the Ancestral Hall—the one of his mother, standing tall and graceful. His heart tightened as he stared at her serene face carved in divine perfection. + +'Even now... you're still protecting me, aren't you, Mother?' he thought, his throat growing tight. His eyes burned, and for a brief moment, tears threatened to fall, but he forced them back. He couldn't afford to cry. Not now. + +'Wait for me, Mother,' he whispered inwardly, full of quiet determination. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-408.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-408.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a170597 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-408.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 408: A Wise Boy" +slug: "ch-408" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 408 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Just then, a soft voice reached his ears, cutting through his thoughts. + +"Are you okay?" Princess Lenavira's concerned tone pulled him back to the present. Max turned his head, spotting her standing a short distance away, her long golden-blonde hair swaying slightly as the gentle forest breeze filtered through the hall. Her expression was calm but clearly filled with worry. + +"I'm fine," Max replied with composure, then asked, "How many days was I in that state?" + +"A week," Lenavira answered softly, still watching him with curiosity. She could tell something had changed—something beyond the obvious. Before, Max had been a mystery, a calm boy whose presence was like a ripple in a quiet pond. + +But now... there was something deeper. She couldn't put her finger on it, but the aura he now gave off felt vast, ancient, and a little frightening. + +"A week, huh..." Max muttered, his gaze briefly dropping before rising again with purpose. "Have you prepared the lightning elemental technique, someone who specializes in souls, and a place where I can train without being overwhelmed by evil energy?" he asked, his voice steady and focused. + +"I have," Lenavira said with a nod, her tone turning serious. "Come this way." + +Without wasting a moment, she turned and began walking, leading Max out of the sacred Ancestral Hall. They moved through the heart of the Sylvaria Kingdom, eventually reaching one of the palaces nestled high above ground. + +The palace, though entirely constructed of living wood and resting atop the intertwining limbs of massive trees, didn't resemble a primitive forest structure at all. Instead, it was elegant, glowing with soft natural light, shaped with refined elven craftsmanship that blurred the line between nature and magic. + +As Max followed behind Princess Lenavira, he couldn't help but notice the unusual liveliness of the forest around him. The air shimmered with bright green specks of light, drifting gently like fireflies, giving the surroundings an ethereal glow. The leaves rustled softly, not with wind, but as if in joy—like nature itself had awakened and come alive. + +Max's steps slowed for a moment as he looked around, taking in the beauty. 'So, I really did bring life back into the Elf Kingdom,' he thought, the realization settling quietly in his heart. + +But that peace was short-lived, as his expression darkened almost instantly. The memory of the day the enemies invaded—those who had attacked his home and tried to kill him—flooded his mind. Most of them had been elves. His hands trembled slightly. + +'No... there's no need to dwell on that now,' he reminded himself, shaking his head. 'They aren't the same elves as the ones here. These people... they aren't the same as the enemies.' With a deep breath, he calmed the storm in his chest and resumed walking. + +"Let's go inside," Lenavira's voice pulled him back, and she stepped through the palace's open doors. Max silently followed her in. The palace interior was just as stunning—polished wooden floors that gleamed under soft light, walls lined with gently glowing vines, and high ceilings with carvings of elven history. + +They walked through a long corridor where elves moved about, each busy with their duties—some discussing maps, others arranging books or carrying glowing artifacts. No one paid Max much attention, though he could feel the curious glances some of them stole his way. + +Eventually, Lenavira stopped at a wooden door and pushed it open. Max stepped into a spacious room and blinked in surprise. At the center of the room, lounging casually on a bean bag, was a young human boy around his own age, completely immersed in some virtual world with a sleek VR headset on. + +Max raised an eyebrow. 'This guy? A soul expert?' he thought skeptically. 'And most importantly what another human is doing in an elf kingdom?' + +"Yeah! Go ahead and kill him! That bastard killed my teammates!" the boy shouted excitedly, clearly reacting to something in his virtual game. Then, without warning, his expression shifted to seriousness. "Guys, I'll be back in a flash," he muttered before removing the headset. + +His eyes met Max's, then shifted to Lenavira, and suddenly, his bored look was replaced with curiosity and a glint of excitement. "So, this is the guy you were talking about, Lenavira?" + +"Yes," she answered with a respectful tone. "He is Max Voidwalker." + +The boy stood up, stretching lazily before walking up to Max and circling around him like a hawk inspecting prey. "Hmm... interesting," he murmured, narrowing his eyes. "I see you've lost your Yin Soul... or rather, someone destroyed it." + +Max froze. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in shock. This boy hadn't touched him, hadn't asked a single question, yet he had seen right through him. Not just that he had a problem—but the exact issue and its cause. + +Princess Lenavira also froze at the moment hearing the boy. As a genius and the Princess of Elf Kingdom, she understood everything about soul. She also understood that a person couldn't live if either of the Yin or Yang soul get destroyed. + +It was natural truth. And yet an anomaly stood right before her. + +"Is there… is there a way to fix it?" Max asked after a pause, swallowing the mix of hope and nervousness rising in his chest. "Can you help me solve this?" His voice was calm, but his heart thundered with anticipation. + +"How are you even alive, buddy?" the boy asked, narrowing his eyes as he stared at Max like he was a walking contradiction. "I've seen a lot of cases in my short life, and trust me when I say—people with your condition don't last long. All of them, without exception, died within a few days." His voice carried no malice, just the cold weight of reality spoken by someone who had seen death too often. + +He tilted his head slightly, studying Max with a mix of fascination and concern. "And from the way your energy moves... I'd say you lost your Yin Soul years ago." + +Max's throat tightened. A cold chill ran down his spine. Hearing that so many had died from what he now lived with wasn't comforting in the slightest, but he kept his composure and asked the most important question. "Do you have a solution?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-409.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-409.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5a54064 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-409.md @@ -0,0 +1,264 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 409 Lucien" +slug: "ch-409" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 409 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1346 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +409: Lucien + +409: Lucien + +The boy exhaled slowly, then gave a slow, honest nod. + +“Your days are numbered,” he said bluntly, holding nothing back. + +“Not in the sense that you’ll drop dead tomorrow, but your soul… it’s barely holding your body together. + +The balance is broken. + +Your Yang Soul is doing all the work, but it’s fraying, hanging by a thread. + +If your power keeps growing like this… the day will come when it simply collapses, and when it does, you’ll die. + +Not from a wound, not from age, but because your soul won’t be able to contain your existence.” + +Max’s brows furrowed, his jaw tight. + +“I know that much already. + +I didn’t come here for a death sentence—I came here to find out if there’s a cure.” + +The boy paused, then let out a reluctant sigh and shook his head. + +“I’d love to help. + +Really. + +Especially if you were sent here by the elf race. + +But… + +I can’t. + +Not with what I know, not with what I’m capable of.” The honesty in his tone was painful. + +Max’s heartbeat spiked, panic starting to rise, but he quickly forced himself to breathe slowly and stay calm. + +“You said you aren’t capable of helping me,” Max replied, voice steady but firm. + +“But you didn’t say there’s no cure. + +So tell me… do you know someone who can?” His gaze was locked onto the boy’s, unwavering. + +He wasn’t ready to die—and he wasn’t giving up yet. + +“You’re quite sharp,” the boy said with a small smile, nodding in quiet approval.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +“Most people don’t catch that kind of detail under pressure.” + +He leaned back, arms loosely crossed, his tone turning more thoughtful. + +“To be honest, I doubt there’s anyone in the world who could help with a problem like yours. + +Losing a Yin Soul is basically a death sentence. + +But then again… you’re still alive. + +And that makes you a unique case. + +If you’re surviving with only a Yang Soul, then there must be a way—some strange exception the world hasn’t figured out yet or maybe someone done something exceptional to keeping you alive.” + +He paused, tapping his chin, and then pointed vaguely toward the north. + +“There’s only one person I can think of. + +In the entire Lower Domain—or hell, maybe the entire planet Acaris—there’s just one person who might be able to help you. + +She’s known as the Witch of the North. + +That’s what people call her, at least. + +But her witchcraft… it’s insane. + +Beyond anything you’ve seen. + +I’m a fan of hers, honestly. + +Creepy, mysterious, but a genius in her own twisted way. + +If anyone can help you when death seems certain—it’s her. + +No promises, though.” + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he absorbed the name. + +“Witch of the North…” he murmured. + +His expression darkened slightly. + +He had never planned on going north—it was a place full of danger, whispers, and madness—but it seemed fate had other plans. + +“Oh, and one more thing,” the boy added casually, slipping back into his seat and grabbing his VR glasses again. + +“When you meet her, tell her you were recommended by me—Lucien. + +If you don’t, you might just end up as one of her test subjects. + +She’s got a thing for experimenting on people who wander in without warning.” + +He flashed a mischievous smile, sliding the headset over his eyes. + +“Now go. + +Let me enjoy my game in peace.” + +Max and Lenavira left the room without a word, the heavy wooden door closing quietly behind them. + +As they stepped into the hallway, Lenavira let out a long breath, one she had clearly been holding for a while. + +Max noticed and glanced at her. + +“Who was that human kid?” he asked, curiosity piqued. + +Lenavira hesitated, then answered softly, “I don’t really know. + +He’s been living in the kingdom for as long as I can remember. + +And despite being a princess, I don’t have the status to know anything more about him—just that his name is Lucien… and that he’s one of the guardians of our race. + +A specialist in soul.” + +Max blinked, stunned. + +“Even you don’t have the clearance to know about him?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. + +She was a royal. + +A direct bloodline of the Elf Kingdom. + +And yet she wasn’t allowed to know the truth about that boy? + +That could only mean one thing—Lucien’s identity wasn’t just important. + +It was something far beyond what ordinary power or titles could reach. + +“Let me take you to the area where you can train without being overwhelmed by evil energy,” Princess Lenavira said softly, her tone calm as always. + +As they walked through the vine-covered corridors of the palace, she handed him a small book bound in green and gold. + +“And here—this is the lightning elemental technique I managed to find. + +Take a look and let me know if it suits your needs. + +If not, I’ll search for something else.” + +Max took the book from her and flipped through its pages, scanning the contents. + +After a moment, he slowly shook his head and closed it. + +“No,” he said, returning the book to her. + +“The moves in this technique are too basic. + +While they’re powerful in their own right, I already have something similar. + +I don’t need another standard technique. + +What I want is something designed purely for combat—one that’s all about offense. + +Ruthless, lethal attacks. + +A technique meant solely for destruction.” + +Lenavira gave a nod of understanding as she took the book back. + +“I see. + +I’ll see what I can find,” she said seriously, her expression shifting as she made a mental note. + +Max hesitated for a moment before speaking again. + +“Also… could you find someone for me? + +No—go yourself, please. + +There’s a red-haired human girl with phoenix flames named Alice. + +You know the one human genius who you were talking about. + +Tell her I’m training here in the Elf Kingdom, mastering the Infernal Demon Tattoo.” + +Lenavira blinked in surprise. + +“Alice? + +Who is she?” + +Max smirked without missing a beat. + +“She’s my girlfriend.” + +A moment later, a puff of laughter escaped from Lenavira. + +She raised a hand to her lips, clearly trying to hold back more. + +“What?” Max asked, narrowing his eyes. + +“Aren’t you two a little young for stuff like that?” she teased with a playful glint in her eyes. + +Max shrugged, unbothered. + +“Too young? + +I feel like I could defeat you right now. + +If I can manage that, would you still call me too young?” + +“Oh? + +Now that’s what I call bragging,” Lenavira replied with a proud grin. + +“Defeat me? + +A royal with ancient blood flowing through her veins? + +Let me remind you, I’ve never lost in the Tower of Truth. + +Not even once.” + +Max sneered slightly, his voice calm but sharp. + +“Well then, the day I reach the tenth floor, I’ll challenge every peak genius across the Lost Continent. + +I hope you’re there to greet me.” + +“We’ll see,” Lenavira said with a smirk as they walked side by side, their figures gradually fading from sight as they exited the palace, the warm sunlight of the Sylvaria Kingdom spilling across the treetop path ahead. + +— + +Meanwhile, back in the room they had left behind, Lucien was still lounging on his chair, VR glasses over his head as his fingers moved rapidly, lost in his digital world. + +Yet, even amidst the chaos of whatever game he was playing, his thoughts lingered elsewhere. + +“Since when did such a monstrous kid show up…” he muttered to himself, the game momentarily forgotten. + +“Two strong bloodlines… a rare physique… carrying so much infernal energy inside his body without suffering from any backlash… and all of that while having only half a Yang soul holding him together. + +His days are supposed to be numbered, yet he has this aura of supreme confidence.” + +He paused for a moment, then chuckled quietly to himself, a mix of amusement and anticipation lighting up his face. + +“Hehe… looks like it’s only a matter of time before the entire Middle Domain is swept into a storm.” + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-41.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-41.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b65bff --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-41.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 41: Ruthless Means" +slug: "ch-41" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 41 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1303 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Elena, what is this?" the middle-aged man asked, hearing Max’s rambling, and turned to Elena. + +Meanwhile, Anton also looked at her for an explanation. + +Elena gazed at both of them and said directly, "Commander Ross, it would be better if the Union Vanguard doesn’t interfere in the matters of the Blades." + +Commander Ross shrugged. "Do you think I want to?" He spread his hands. "But what you’re doing is wrong. Killing a kid who just awakened a week ago isn’t good for either of us." + +Elena narrowed her eyes at him. "Commander Ross, if I were you, I wouldn’t stick my nose in this." She tapped her holowatch a couple of times, and a hologram appeared. + +Only one letter could be seen on the hologram: "V" in blood-red color. + +Commander Ross’s eyes widened slightly. He shifted his gaze from the hologram to Max. Slowly, realization dawned upon him, and his expression hardened, a mix of intrigue and apprehension flickering across his face. + +"Sorry, kid, I can’t help you," he said, shaking his head in pity at Max. + +"What do you mean you can’t help me?" Max’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected that even a commander from the Union Vanguard wouldn’t protect him. + +"It’s as I said, I can’t help you," Commander Ross sighed. "I can’t interfere in the matter between the Blades and you." + +"So, are you just going to watch as she murders an innocent kid?" Max shouted, his voice cracking with rage. + +The commander remained silent. + +Max clenched his fists when he saw the commander lower his head. "I get it. I understand. You’re all in this together." He laughed bleakly. + +"Not everyone, kid." Someone came up and patted his shoulder. + +Max turned his head and saw the young man who had come with the middle-aged man. + +"Elena, I’m not sure why you’re after this kid, but he’s a member of my guild," he said indifferently. "I would appreciate it if you leave him out today." + +"I can’t," Elena said, shaking her head. "He needs to die." + +Anton sighed, seeing her so stubborn about this. "Can you tell me the reason why you’re so hell-bent on killing him? What does that letter ’V’ mean?" + +"I can’t tell you," Elena said directly. "You should leave with your guild here." + +Anton shook his head. "I also can’t. I gave my word to my sister that I would protect this kid at all costs, so as long as I’m here, you should forget about killing him." + +Elena frowned, and white frost began to form around her. + +"Then it seems we’ll see whether you can truly protect Max or if you’ll willingly give up on him," Elena said coldly, her eyes gleaming with icy resolve as she prepared to strike. + +Anton’s frown deepened at her words. His expression quickly morphed into one of shock and urgency as realization struck him. "You don’t mean to…" His eyes widened in alarm, and without hesitation, he dashed toward Alice. + +"You leave me no choice," Elena said ruthlessly, her voice devoid of mercy. + +But Anton was a step too late. A shadow materialized behind Alice, placing a blade at her throat. Anton’s steps faltered as his gaze fell on the figure holding the sword. "Killian…" he muttered darkly, his face clouded with frustration and anger. + +"Big Brother…" Alice’s voice trembled, her expression conflicted. She froze under the blade’s cold touch, disbelief and fear etched into her features. She hadn’t expected Elena to act so shrewdly, using such a ruthless tactic to bait Anton into letting go of Max. + +Nash and Erica were shocked by this. They hadn’t expected Elena to be so ruthless and decisive in using such tactics against Anton. + +"This bitch…" Max cursed the silver-haired lady. He had never thought she would fall this low to kill him. + +"Now, what’s your choice: Alice or that kid?" Elena asked with an icy smile. + +Anton looked at her with chilling eyes. "You win this time, but remember that you made a huge mistake by pointing a sword at my sister." + +He then turned to the old man who stood close to Max and said softly, "Uncle Rex, leave that kid alone." + +"As you wish, Young Master," the old man nodded and disappeared, leaving Max alone. + +Alice saw that with a conflicted expression on her face. Her eyes became cloudy as she thought of the time she spent with Max in the dungeon. + +"I’m sorry, Max," she said, her tone heavy with guilt. Her voice wavered slightly as her conflicted emotions laid bare. + +Max turned to her, a carefree smile spreading across his face as he chuckled. "Don’t be sad, Alice. Do you really think she’ll be able to kill me?" His tone was light, almost teasing, as if the situation was nothing more than a passing inconvenience. + +Alice didn’t know if Max was bluffing or not, but the confident look on his face that she had become familiar with told her he had something up his sleeve. + +Max smiled reassuringly at her and then turned to Elena. "You are such a bitch, you know that?" + +A deep silence fell over the area as Max’s words hung in the air, their impact rippling through the crowd like a stone dropped into still water. The audacity of his statement left everyone frozen in shock. + +Nobody had expected such disrespect to be directed at Elena, the eldest lady of the prestigious Blade Family. Her reputation for strength and pride was well-known, and her cold beauty added an air of untouchability. + +To speak to her in such a manner was tantamount to courting death. + +Elena’s face darkened as she sent a flying sword covered in frost toward Max. It stopped just before his forehead. + +"Was that your last word?" she asked coldly. + +Max smiled at her and said, "My last words would be ’Fuck off, bitch.’" + +No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Lantern of Purple Death appeared in Max’s hands. + +"Now, go and cause as much chaos as you can," Max muttered to himself. + +A moment later, the purple flames inside the lantern went wild. + +They began to burn wildly and escaped the clutches of the lantern, surrounding Max. + +Elena swiftly attacked upon seeing the situation, but her sword was deflected by the purple flames. + +Only a second later, the purple flames soared into the sky like a tornado, trapping Max inside and separating him from the others. + +"How did the purple lantern appear in his hand?" Nash asked, wide-eyed, turning to Erica. + +"I don’t know," Erica said, completely clueless, as she watched the purple flame tornado before her. "I didn’t even know the purple lantern could do such things." + +Nash sighed at that. Turning to the purple flame tornado, he saw Elena relentlessly attacking it again and again, but her swords just couldn’t get past the purple flames. They acted like a barrier, protecting Max from her attacks. + +"This kid… He had a plan from the very beginning," Anton smiled, seeing that. + +Alice also sighed in relief, realizing that Max had something to help him against Elena. + +Meanwhile, Max frowned at his situation. He could use the purple flames to defend himself but only for a while before they returned to the lantern. Until then, he had to think of a way to escape. + +"Big Brother, here…" + +Just then, Max heard a voice beside him, almost giving him a heart attack. Turning around, he saw a portal, and on the other side stood a little girl of about ten years old, waving her hands at him. + +"Big Brother… Mimi needs help…" + +Max frowned. "Help?… Is that a portal?" His eyes went wide with excitement as he found his way to escape. + +"Wait a minute… I’m coming to help you," Max said softly. + +The little girl nodded. "Mimi waits." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-410.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-410.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..16e6437 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-410.md @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 410 Dark Elf" +slug: "ch-410" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 410 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +410: Dark Elf + +410: Dark Elf + +Princess Lenavira brought Max to a place unlike any he had seen in the Elf Kingdom. + +As they walked through thick layers of ancient trees, the air grew still, unnaturally still—as if the forest itself were holding its breath. + +Max noticed how far they had come from the bustling heart of the kingdom. + +The lush greenery had faded into denser woods, where even the sunlight seemed to hesitate before filtering through. + +There were no elves here. + +No animals. + +Not even the fluttering lights that danced through the air elsewhere in the kingdom. + +The silence was heavy, almost sacred. + +Eventually, they arrived at a small, serene pond nestled in the embrace of twisting roots and moss-covered rocks. + +Its water was pitch black, yet shimmered faintly with a violet hue when touched by light, like it was hiding something beneath its surface. + +A soft mist hung over it, cool and quiet, giving the place an eerie calm. + +Max glanced around, instinctively alert. + +“What is this place?” he asked. + +There was no guard, no protective formation, no welcome. + +It didn’t feel like somewhere he was meant to be. + +“This,” Princess Lenavira began softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “is one of the most forbidden places in all of Sylvaria. + +Even most elves aren’t allowed to step here without direct permission.” + +She stepped closer to the edge of the pond, her gaze distant. + +“This pond is called The Mirror of Shadows. + +It’s not just water. + +It’s… where we come when the darkness inside us threatens to consume us. + +When our darker halves—rage, bloodlust, despair—begin to surface. + +This is where we confront it.” + +Her fingers brushed the surface of the water, sending faint ripples through it. + +“It reflects not our faces, but our truths. + +It forces us to see what lies beneath the calm, beneath the noble blood. + +That’s why most elves fear it. + +But it is also the one place where the evil energy in one’s body is naturally suppressed, brought under control.” + +She turned to Max, her expression serious. + +“I thought this might be the only place strong enough to help you resist the infernal energy flowing in your body. + +No place else in our kingdom would hold it back. + +But here… maybe, just maybe, you can tame it before it devours you.” Max stood at the edge of the pond, staring into its dark surface. + +He couldn’t see his reflection. + +Only ripples of violet and black, as if the water was studying him back. + +“Wait a minute—how did you know I wanted to control the infernal energy?” Max asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face her. + +There was a hint of surprise in his voice, maybe even a trace of suspicion. + +He hadn’t told anyone his plan in exact words, and yet she had brought him to a place specifically suited for that very purpose. + +Princess Lenavira merely smiled, a calm, knowing smile. + +“News travels fast,” she said lightly, then gestured to his right arm. + +“And your right hand is etched with an Infernal Demon Tattoo. + +Not just any tattoo, Max—the twelfth-layered one. + +The one that, according to rumors, holds the potential to help someone comprehend a domain. + +I may not understand everything about infernal energy, but I figured… if someone like you bears that kind of mark, then controlling the energy it contains is your only path forward.” + +Max nodded, her words making sense. + +It wasn’t exactly a secret anymore—his body practically radiated infernal power. + +He turned back to the pond, gazing into the eerie stillness of the dark water, then looked back at her with a curious frown. + +“But I thought elves used the purest form of mana. + +So what do you mean by ‘dark self’? + +What darkness do elves even have to suppress if they’re born with such purity?” + +Lenavira’s smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression. + +Her voice grew quieter, more serious. + +“That’s exactly the problem,” she said. + +“We are born with the purest form of mana… and it’s a blessing, yes—but also a curse. + +Unlike humans, who are used to dealing with chaos, pain, and impurity from the moment they’re born, we elves are taught to uphold harmony, serenity, and inner balance at all costs. + +But when one of us falls—when we experience intense hatred, guilt, despair, rage, or killing intent—it doesn’t just pass through us like it does for humans. + +It festers. + +It grows.” + +She turned her eyes toward the water, her reflection dancing faintly over the surface. + +“Those negative emotions become seeds. + +And once they take root in us, they begin to shape a darker version of ourselves—one twisted by everything we suppress. + +That is the dark self. + +If left unchecked, it eventually takes over completely. + +And when it does…” + +Her voice dropped, and she looked at Max with a heavy gaze. + +“We become something else. + +Not truly elf anymore. + +Something corrupted. + +Something dangerous. + +That’s when we turn into dark elves.” + +The weight of her words hung in the air between them, cold and real. + +Max looked at her for a moment, then back at the pond, understanding now why even the elves feared this place. + +‘So the rumors about dark elves are true after all.’ He thought. + +“You have about twenty days—give or take—before you’re eligible to enter the tenth floor,” Princess Lenavira said, her sharp eyes lingering on Max. + +“All thanks to your little ‘demon’ friend stirring up enough trouble to fast-track your eligibility.” + +She took a step back, brushing a strand of golden-blonde hair behind her ear, and smirked playfully. + +“So, I’ll be heading out. + +I’ve got things to take care of. + +But don’t worry—I’ll make sure to inform that red-haired girlfriend of yours.” Her smirk widened just enough to tease, but not enough to be mocking. + +Max nodded quietly, not rising to the bait, but the faintest flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes. + +With that, Lenavira turned and walked away, her figure disappearing between the twisting trees and silver vines that lined the path to the Mirror of Shadows. + +Max stood still, the silence wrapping around him once more. + +Twenty days. + +That was all the time he had to master the infernal energy and make it his own. + +And he knew… + +every second of it would count. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No 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soothing sensation spread through his body. + +It was cool—cooler than any water he had ever felt—but it wasn’t a biting cold. + +Instead, it was like the embrace of a gentle night breeze, like the breath of the forest itself cradling him in silence. + +‘The water in the pond… it’s dense, but calm,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stood still, allowing the sensation to wash over him. + +It wasn’t just his body that felt soothed—his mind began to quiet as well. + +The usual restlessness, the flickers of rage, grief, and guilt that he had just experienced when he got his memories back of that day slowly melted away. + +Curious, he lifted his right hand slowly, the Infernal Demon Tattoo etched into his skin glowing dimly beneath the surface. + +‘Let’s see how it reacts to infernal energy,’ he thought, and began to channel just a sliver of the power sealed within him. + +A faint hum echoed through his palm as thin, red threads of infernal energy began to rise like smoke from the tattoo—twisting and curling upward in a menacing dance. + +Normally, the moment this energy surged, Max would feel a wave of hostility, a heaviness in his chest, or an overwhelming pressure clouding his thoughts. + +But here… nothing. + +No resistance. + +No malice. + +No pull toward chaos. + +Instead, the energy flowed smoothly, calmly, as if the water around him reached out and embraced it. + +The violet shimmer beneath the surface reacted softly, flickering in rhythm with his energy, not to suppress or reject it—but to balance it. + +He could feel it clearly now: the pond was purifying the negativity that came with the infernal energy, stripping away its corrosive edge and leaving behind something raw and clean. + +Something controllable. + +“This…!” Max’s eyes widened slightly. + +It was the first time he had ever released infernal energy without feeling like he was losing a part of himself. + +There was no madness. + +No whispers. + +Just peace. + +The pond wasn’t just suppressing the dark energy—it was harmonizing it with him, allowing him to feel it without being consumed by it. + +His heart slowed, his breaths became deeper, and a rare sense of clarity settled over him. + +For the first time since awakening the Twelve Layered Infernal Demon Tattoo… Max felt in control. + +Truly, completely in control. + +Max understood it better than anyone else alive—just how dangerous a twelve-layered Infernal Demon Tattoo truly was. + +It wasn’t something to be taken lightly. + +It wasn’t just a mark etched into flesh—it was a seal of power so immense and volatile that even channeling a fraction of it could threaten to tear him apart from the inside. + +He had experienced it firsthand. + +The memory of what happened back in the Hall of Mourning Depths was still vivid, still burned into his mind. + +He remembered how the infernal energy had surged uncontrollably the moment he tapped into the tattoo’s power. + +It hadn’t stayed confined to the palm where it was etched. + +No, it had spread—wild and violent—rushing up his entire arm like a living flame, threatening to consume him in madness. + +That incident had been the first true warning. + +‘I think only till the eleventh layer could one control this power,’ Max thought, piecing together everything he had seen and experienced. + +He recalled how the other leaders across the Valora Continent—those who had dared to use the infernal tattoos—had managed to maintain their sanity and precision. + +But all of them, without exception, had only formed up to the eleventh layer. + +None of them had touched the twelfth. + +The moment he had been forced to take on the twelfth layer, everything changed. + +It was as if the line between man and demon had blurred—and for a moment, he was no longer himself. + +He clenched his fists, the memory still fresh. + +‘The twelfth-layered Infernal Demon Tattoo… it wasn’t meant for ordinary humans.’ The realization hit him like a heavy weight.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +That level of infernal power, that degree of energy—it was something that only someone like Mark, the one known to be born of infernal energy itself, was ever meant to wield. + +Max wasn’t supposed to survive it. + +No one was. + +And maybe… that was why he had never heard of a single human forming the twelfth-layered tattoo before. + +Not because no one dared. + +But because no one could. + +‘It’s all my new physique’s fault,’ Max thought bitterly, sitting cross-legged just above the surface of the pond, his body gently floating on the still water like a leaf caught in a timeless current. + +‘Maybe I made a mistake… by listening to the system and awakening a physique that is comfortable with infernal energy,’ It had felt like the perfect match at the time—a body that could house infernal power without tearing itself apart. + +But now, he wasn’t so sure. + +Because what use was acceptance when control was lost? + +Max stared at the dark, glowing water beneath him, feeling the strange calm it offered. + +‘Now… time to fully unleash the Infernal Demon Tattoo.’ He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. + +Then, without hesitation, he let loose the full power of twelfth layer of infernal demon tattoo—releasing everything at once. + +Fwoosh! + +In an instant, it was like something ancient and primal had been ripped free from the core of his being. + +A deep red light burst out from his right hand, and sheer infernal energy roared to life. + +Red strings of convulsing, volatile power burst from the Infernal Demon Tattoo and surged upward—snaking over his wrist, spiraling around his forearm, crawling hungrily toward his shoulder. + +His right eye snapped open, burning crimson like a flame given form. + +For a brief second, Max was himself. + +Then the flood hit. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git 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infernal energy tried to feed on his rage, intensifying it, deepening it, pushing him further into that violent abyss. + +He felt himself slipping, his mind warping under the pressure. + +The red strings of energy pulsed, spreading now toward his left shoulder—slowly, inch by inch, threatening to wrap around his entire being. + +His breathing grew erratic. + +His aura turned monstrous. + +He was no longer thinking—he was reacting, like a beast that had tasted blood. + +But then… + +the pond moved. + +It was subtle at first—a soft glow beneath the black surface, a gentle swirl of violet light. + +The water shimmered, reacting not with violence, but with stillness. + +From beneath him, a calming wave spread through his body like a cool breeze touching fire. + +The dark water around him glowed faintly, forming a soft halo of purifying energy that circled his body. + +The infernal energy slowed. + +The spreading red threads hesitated, twitching just as they reached his left shoulder. + +His right arm still burned with power, and his eye still glowed crimson, but the water wouldn’t let the transformation consume him entirely. + +The pond didn’t suppress the energy—it embraced it, filtered it, removed the chaos while allowing the strength to remain. + +It absorbed his negativity like a sponge soaking up poison, and in doing so, it granted him clarity. + +The anger was still there. + +The sadness, the loss, the pain—it all remained. + +But it no longer ruled him. + +Only his right side remained altered. + +His left eye—once on the brink of corruption—returned to normal. + +The spreading had stopped. + +Max’s breath steadied, and slowly, his clenched fists opened. + +His heart calmed. + +He wasn’t drowning anymore. + +He had reached the edge of madness… and the pond had pulled him back. + +“That was intense… I almost lost it,” Max muttered under his breath, exhaling deeply as the calmness slowly seeped back into his body and mind. + +His chest rose and fell steadily now, the storm within finally subdued. + +He could still feel the raw, burning heat of the infernal energy coiled within his right arm and eye, but it no longer surged wildly like before. + +It was contained—stable, even. + +The red strings of energy, which had once thrashed like serpents trying to devour him from the inside, now pulsed rhythmically, as if tamed by an unseen force. + +Max stared down at his reflection in the gently rippling pond beneath him. + +His right eye still glowed like molten crimson, a stark contrast to his normal left eye. + +His entire right arm, from shoulder to fingertips, was veiled in a dark red sheen, the markings of the Infernal Demon Tattoo glowing faintly along his skin. + +But beyond the visual changes, what amazed him most was the sensation—control. + +For the first time since acquiring the twelfth-layered infernal demon tattoo, he wasn’t fighting it. + +He wasn’t suppressing it. + +He was existing alongside it. + +The transformation had halted halfway through, stopping at his left shoulder, and he could still feel the tension there, like a line that dared not be crossed. + +But it wasn’t unstable. + +It wasn’t tearing him apart. + +It was… + +balanced. + +And all of it—this clarity, this harmony—was thanks to the pond. + +Max realized it then. + +Without this place, he would’ve been gone. + +Lost to rage, drowned in hate, consumed by the very power he sought to master. + +The pond hadn’t just calmed him—it had saved him. + +It had embraced the infernal energy, tempered it, and anchored his soul.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Slowly, he brought his right hand in front of his face, flexing his fingers as crimson energy flickered along his skin like firelight. + +There was no tremble. + +No burning ache. + +Only power—and control. + +A rare, dangerous harmony between destruction and will. + +“This place…” he whispered, eyes still locked on the reflection of his transformed self, “is a miracle.” + +‘Now that I’m in control of the Infernal Demon Transformation,’ Max thought, hovering quietly above the shimmering pond as its soft glow rippled beneath him, ‘I need to find a way to master this form without relying on the pond’s influence.’ + +The thought settled heavy in his mind. + +He couldn’t carry this sacred water with him into battle. + +He couldn’t depend on it to always balance his rage or suppress the infernal chaos inside him. + +If he truly wanted to use the infernal energy within his body and tap into the devastating potential of the twelfth-layered Infernal Demon Tattoo, he needed to control it with his own will. + +Not through luck. + +Not through external forces. + +He needed mastery. + +But how? + +Max let out a slow breath, his gaze hardening. + +The calm the pond had gifted him still lingered, but he could feel how fragile it was without its influence. + +The infernal energy was like a coiled beast, resting, not tamed. + +One wrong move—and it would rise again. + +His mind ran through countless ideas. + +Meditation? + +No, that wouldn’t be enough to suppress the raw hatred that came with the transformation. + +Pain training? + +Maybe, but the infernal energy didn’t respond to physical endurance—it fed on emotion. + +On rage. + +On despair. + +He needed something that pushed both his body and soul to adapt. + +Something repetitive. + +Something relentless. + +And then it came to him. + +He looked down at his right hand—still burning with stable infernal power—and clenched his fist. + +‘What if I undid the transformation entirely? + +What if I suppressed it… calmed it… and then unleashed it again? + +Over and over—until my body and mind got used to the side effects of the infernal energy. + +Until I could stay calm in the storm, even without the pond?’ + +It was an insane idea. + +Risky. + +Dangerous. + +But it felt right. + +If he could cycle through the transformation enough times, maybe—just maybe—he could train himself to withstand the rage and madness. + +To maintain control through sheer force of habit, understanding, and resilience. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-413.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-413.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a7050fd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-413.md @@ -0,0 +1,238 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 413 Twenty Days of Torment" +slug: "ch-413" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 413 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +413: Twenty Days of Torment + +413: Twenty Days of Torment + +Max immediately crossed his legs again over the pond’s surface, his fingers pressing into his knees as he took a deep breath. + +He focused, and with effort, began to pull back the infernal energy coursing through his veins. + +The red light on his arm flickered, then slowly dimmed. + +The tendrils of power withdrew, retracting into the tattoo as if being sealed again. + +His eye and his hand returned to its normal color. + +Sweat beaded on his forehead as the transformation unraveled completely, leaving only the faint, dormant glow of the tattoo behind. + +Then—boom—he let it loose again. + +In a flash, red energy surged through his body, his right eye flaring with demonic light as his arm ignited in crimson flames once more. + +He gritted his teeth. + +The memories. + +The emotions. + +They slammed into him instantly—his mother’s screams, his father’s fading voice, Alice’s terrified eyes. + +But this time, he forced his breathing to stay steady. + +He didn’t fight the images—they were his. + +He accepted them. + +And once again, he calmed the power. + +He exhaled deeply, forcing the energy to withdraw. + +The red faded. + +The glow receded. + +Then—again. + +Unleash. + +Rage. + +Control. + +Suppress. + +Again. + +And again. + +A hundred times—maybe more—he cycled through the process. + +His body trembled. + +His breath came in ragged gasps.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +At times, the power nearly overwhelmed him, and his hands would shake, his mind would blur, but he refused to give in. + +And even if he did sometimes, the pond calmed him down. + +Just like that he would open the gate, let the infernal power explode within him, feel every ounce of hatred, every shred of madness, and then suppress it again. + +Calm it. + +Center himself. + +Then start again. + +And again. + +Hours passed. + +Then a day. + +Then another. + +Time meant nothing. + +The sky above shifted, stars rising and falling. + +The pond remained quiet, reflecting his silent determination. + +Each cycle grew easier. + +The surges no longer drowned him. + +The emotions didn’t vanish—but they no longer ruled him. + +‘I’m getting closer… closer to not being affected by the transformation and the surge of infernal energy,’ Max thought with a faint smile, his eyes half-closed as another wave of red energy surged through his body. + +For the thousandth time—maybe more—he cycled through the process again. + +Transform. + +Hold. + +Calm. + +Suppress. + +Repeat. + +He had been doing this endlessly, without pause, without sleep, without distraction. + +The world outside the pond faded into silence as his entire existence narrowed into this single purpose—mastery. + +Each time he triggered the infernal demon tattoo, the negativity came like clockwork. + +The rage. + +The pain. + +The haunting memories. + +They stabbed into his mind with claws of sorrow and anger. + +But as the days passed, those claws dulled. + +They no longer tore at his sanity. + +He saw the images, heard the voices, felt the despair—but they passed through him like echoes in a canyon, no longer overwhelming, no longer able to shake his core. + +The infernal energy began to feel less like an enemy and more like an extension of his will. + +By the tenth, the transformation no longer startled his body. + +By the sixth, his breath remained steady even at full release. + +And finally, as the twentieth day broke—its golden light streaming through the gaps in the ancient canopy above—Max opened his eyes and stood. + +The surface of the pond rippled beneath his feet as he stepped toward the shore, dripping water falling silently to the earth. + +He reached solid ground and turned, his gaze steady. + +Then, without hesitation, he summoned it—all of it. + +Fwoooosh. + +Crimson light erupted from his right side, enveloping his entire arm and eye in roaring infernal energy. + +Red strings of power surged from the tattoo like tendrils of flame, crawling over his skin, over his right arm, wrapping around muscle and bone, his right eye igniting with blazing fury. + +The transformation roared to life in its full form, wild and deadly. + +The negativity surged in with it—dark thoughts, brutal memories, the pressure of everything that once haunted him. + +But it didn’t move him. + +Not even a flicker. + +His heart stayed calm. + +His breathing smooth. + +His mind unshaken. + +His body didn’t tremble—not even slightly. + +Max stood tall, the red energy dancing along his right arm, and yet his presence radiated control, confidence, mastery. + +He clenched his fist, watching the infernal energy flare and crackle with power. + +But it no longer burned him. + +It no longer tried to consume him. + +It obeyed him now. + +Seven days of relentless grinding. + +Seven days of silence, pain, and discipline. + +And now, the transformation that once nearly destroyed him… + +was his weapon to command. + +“I did it,” Max whispered, his voice barely above the wind. + +“I finally did it.” + +Even though his entire right arm was overflowing with infernal energy—crimson streams wrapping tightly around his muscles, crackling with chaotic force—and the right side of his face burned with the same hellish glow, completely covering his right eye, Max felt nothing but a surge of strength like he had never known before. + +It wasn’t like mana. + +It didn’t flow gently or harmoniously through his veins. + +No, this was different. + +It was raw, primal, unrefined—a roaring storm of pure infernal energy pulsing through his body like a second heartbeat. + +And yet, despite its volatile nature, it didn’t harm him. + +It belonged to him now. + +Every nerve, every bone, every fiber of his body was resonating with this power, as if something ancient inside him had finally awakened. + +He took a deep breath and concentrated on that energy, channeling it with precise focus. + +In response, the red strings of infernal power behind his back began to writhe and twist, shaping themselves with uncanny precision. + +They curled upward, pulsing brighter with each second, and then suddenly unfurled into the shape of a large, singular wing—his right wing, formed entirely of infernal energy. + +It spread wide behind him, crackling softly, casting a deep crimson glow on the ground below. + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he looked over his shoulder, feeling the balance, the perfect control. + +His transformation, after days of relentless effort, was now whole. + +‘Now… the transformation is finally complete,’ Max thought, a slow, proud smile spreading across his face as he stood amidst the forest clearing, bathed in morning light. + +The power that once threatened to devour him now surged through him like an unstoppable tide—and he had learned to ride it. + +‘I call this… Infernal Demon Transformation.’ + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-414.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-414.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..53f1e7c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-414.md @@ -0,0 +1,234 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 414 Divine Fragments" +slug: "ch-414" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 414 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1315 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +414: Divine Fragments + +414: Divine Fragments + +Max than sat on the ground feeling a little tired and checked his status. + +— + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Adept] + +– Level: 4 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial, Deviant] + +– Physique: 32.4: [Unholy Trinity Physique ] + +– Soul: 65 + +– Energy: 75 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits, Dimension of Flames, Dimension of Lightning] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Excalibur (Lvl-20-L), Elite Sword Arts (Lvl-14-L), Blink Dash (Lvl-23-L), Celestial Tempest (Lvl-100-L), Flame Lord (Lvl-13-L), Void Coating (Lvl-23-L), Eternal Bulwark (Lvl-100-L), Angel Float (Lvl-32-L), Space Freeze (Lvl-9-L), Lightning Needle (Lvl-67-E), Lightning Steps (Lvl-23-E), Flaming Kick (Lvl-43-E) Void Cloak (Lvl-12-E)] + +– Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-3), Flame Aura (Lvl-3), Lightning Aura (Lvl-3), Space Aura(Lvl-3)] + +—» Fusion State: [Sword + Flame + Lightning + Space] – [60%] + +– Bloodline: + +—» [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +– Draconic Essence: [300] + +– Dragon Scales: [433] + +—» [Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline(Weakened State)] + +– Light Energy: [10] + +– Divine Fragments: [1/7] + +— + +Max didn’t pay much attention to the rest of his status—most of it remained unchanged, familiar numbers and descriptions that didn’t hold his interest anymore. + +What did catch his eye, however, was the newly added section… the one that listed a bloodline he hadn’t seen before. + +“Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline…” he muttered under his breath, reading the name slowly. + +But right beside it, in smaller script, something else was written—Weakened State. + +Max’s brows furrowed as he stared at those two words, but despite the small sting of disappointment, he didn’t feel surprised. + +He had nearly lost this bloodline entirely. + +To even see it reawakened, to see its name appear again on his status at all, was already a miracle. + +Its weakened state made sense. + +He had only just reclaimed it, forced it back into existence from the brink of oblivion. + +Still, he dug deeper, examining the finer details—Light Energy: 0, Divine Fragments: 1/7. + +And suddenly, things started falling into place in his mind like puzzle pieces aligning. + +He realized that if his original bloodline source hadn’t been taken from him, his body might’ve naturally produced Light Energy on its own—just like how elemental affinities allowed others to generate fire, water, or wind mana. + +But then again he was able to use flames and lightning without having any affinities for them. + +However Light Energy was different. + +He couldn’t create light from his own body just like he could create flames and lightning once he master Light Aura. + +It wouldn’t work because his Light Energy source was missing, taken away when his bloodline was stolen. + +And with that source forcefully stripped away and the bloodline left in a weakened shell, his body lacked the innate affinity for light. + +It couldn’t generate Light Energy at all. + +He was cut off—until it healed. + +‘Or until I fix it,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing with understanding. + +He figured that once the bloodline reached its full potential, that natural generation would return. + +And that’s where the Divine Fragments came into play. + +They were likely remnants or catalysts—pieces of the divine essence needed to reconstruct or reawaken the bloodline’s true form. + +‘I don’t know what Divine Fragments are exactly,’ Max admitted to himself, staring at the single count displayed in his status, ‘but if I have one now, and the requirement is seven… then I need six more.’ He nodded slowly, already beginning to formulate the steps ahead. + +‘Only then will my Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline return to its peak. + +Only then will I regain the power that was stolen from me.’ + +‘Lenavira isn’t here yet,’ he thought, his eyes closed, mind steady. + +‘I might as well use this time to train the Five Omens of Absolute Calamity.’ With a single breath, he slipped into his Dimension of Time, where hours stretched into days and minutes into hours. + +Inside the timeless space, Max honed his technique with relentless focus, each motion refined with precision, each surge of energy carefully woven into the rhythm of the calamities he intended to master. + +— + +Hours passed outside like whispers on the wind, and just as Max emerged from his training, Princess Lenavira finally arrived near the pond. + +Her presence, as always, carried a sense of quiet strength and graceful urgency. + +Max opened his eyes the moment he sensed her aura, the red glow of his infernal energy fading into silence around him. + +“Have you gotten the technique?” he asked, referring to the lightning technique she promised. + +Lenavira shook her head, her expression apologetic. + +“You’ll need to wait a bit longer. + +I’m still searching for one that truly suits your style.” + +Max sighed softly, not in disappointment, but in acknowledgment. + +He trusted her judgment. + +“Alright,” he said with a nod. + +She then straightened her posture, her eyes firm. + +“Let’s go. + +Korbin is waiting for you on the tenth floor.” + +Max’s gaze sharpened the moment she spoke that name. + +He hadn’t forgotten. + +Not even for a moment. + +Korbin—the demon who had made it his mission to eliminate him in front of the entire tower. + +Max stood without hesitation, his presence steady and calm, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along. + +“Let’s go,” he said quietly, but beneath those words burned a storm of purpose. + +He didn’t just plan to fight. + +He planned to win. + +— + +The Tower of Truth was packed beyond measure that day—an ocean of experts, warriors, and curious onlookers from every race crowded its floors and platforms, each trying to secure a spot to witness the most anticipated battle of the month. + +Rumors had flooded the Lost Continent like wildfire, all pointing to one event: the battle between Max and Korbin, the Demon Prodigy. + +It wasn’t just a normal clash of geniuses—this was personal. + +For nearly a month, Korbin had ensured Max remained untouched by other challengers, spreading terror across the tower floors. + +He didn’t just defeat other contenders—he crushed them, humiliated them, warned them. + +No one dared to challenge Max, not because they feared him, but because they feared Korbin. + +The demon had swept through the tower like a black tide, clearing a path to the tenth floor so he alone could be Max’s opponent. + +He wanted to fight him with all eyes watching, to make a statement. + +Humans no matter how genius they were, in front of a demon, they could only be livestock. + +And now, the day had finally come. + +The air around the tower buzzed with tension, excitement, and bloodlust. + +Spectators from all corners of the realm filled the walkways and viewing platforms, shouting, whispering, speculating. + +Among the crowds, demons sneered and muttered predictions of Max’s impending defeat, their words dripping with scorn. + +“He doesn’t stand a chance,” one growled. + +“Korbin’s bloodline is too powerful—he’ll crush that human before he can even blink.” + +“He’ll regret ever climbing this tower,” another added with a cruel grin. + +But not everyone agreed. + +The elves stood with silent hope in their eyes, watching from the upper balconies adorned with emerald banners. + +For them, Max wasn’t just a challenger—he was a savior. + +He had brought life back to their kingdom, restored a part of their dying homeland. + +That meant something. + +“He’s more than they think,” one elf whispered to her kin. + +“Someone who could rejuvenate our kingdom isn’t just anyone. + +Demons would regret targeting Max.” + +“True. + +They had forgotten how much of a menace Freya was three years ago and now another such menace has arrived in the tower.” Added another. + +“Demons think with their knees. + +Let them do what they think is best for them.” Another elf added with a sneer. + +“If Max managed to kill Korbin, then he would only better for us elves.” + +The humans, meanwhile, remained divided—quiet, observant. + +Some watched with awe, some with suspicion, unsure what to make of Max. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-415.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-415.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c621319 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-415.md @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 415 Entering the tenth floor" +slug: "ch-415" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 415 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1140 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +415: Entering the tenth floor + +415: Entering the tenth floor + +Max and Princess Lenavira arrived at the entrance of the Tower of Truth, and the moment they stepped into view, the already thunderous crowd surged with noise. + +The massive plaza before the tower—usually calm and orderly—was packed to the brim with beings from every race imaginable. + +Elves stood in clusters, graceful and silent, their sharp eyes watching Max with quiet hope. + +Demons gathered in loud, arrogant groups, laughing and jeering, their mocking tones echoing through the air. + +Humans were scattered throughout, some curious, some skeptical, all drawn in by the storm that surrounded this moment. + +The buzz of voices instantly turned toward the approaching pair as Max walked beside the elven princess, calm and unfazed amidst the roaring crowd. + +“Look! + +Max is here!” someone shouted, and heads snapped in his direction. + +“He actually dared to show up?” another scoffed. + +“I guess he has a death wish.” + +“He’s just a level 4 Adept,” a demon sneered. + +“Korbin is going to tear him apart.” + +“Yeah,” another voice agreed, full of disdain. + +“Too weak. + +He should’ve stayed in the elf lands where it’s peaceful.” + +Their words weren’t whispered. + +They were loud, biting, and meant to shake him. + +But Max didn’t flinch. + +He walked forward with steady steps, his gaze fixed on the colossal tower ahead, ignoring the noise, the doubt, the laughter. + +Around him, the chaos built higher. + +Speculation flew from all directions—some ridiculed him, some questioned his motives, and only a small few believed in his chances. + +Most of the gathered crowd couldn’t see beyond ranks, levels, and visible power. + +To them, Korbin was a monster—a demon prodigy whose strength was already well-known and feared. + +And Max? + +Just another human, foolish enough to step into the fire. + +But none of that mattered to him. + +Not the noise. + +Not the judgment. + +Only the battle ahead. + +Soon, Max and Princess Lenavira stepped into the first floor of the Tower of Truth, leaving behind the deafening roar of the crowd outside. + +The moment they crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted—silent, heavy, and ancient, as if the tower itself acknowledged their presence. + +The towering stone walls shimmered faintly with inscriptions that glowed ever so softly, pulsing like a heartbeat. + +Max took a few steps forward, his boots echoing across the smooth marble floor, when a strange sensation surged through him. + +It was subtle at first, like a ripple in still water, but quickly grew clearer—he felt it, not just around him, but within him. + +A strange awareness, as though the tower had just opened itself to him. + +His eyes narrowed, and he turned sharply to Lenavira. + +“I… I feel like I can go directly to any floor in the tower,” he said, surprise evident in his voice. + +“Like… I just know I can.” + +Lenavira smiled softly, unsurprised. + +“That’s what happens when you gain access to the tenth floor,” she said, her tone calm and knowing. + +“Some say the tower is alive. + +Others believe it possesses a form of intelligence—ancient and quiet, but always watching. + +Whatever the truth is, once you’ve reached a floor—let’s say the fifth—you gain permanent access to it. + +Just a thought, and you’ll be transported there, along with any floor below it. + +It’s like teleportation, but it only works inside the tower.” + +Max nodded and looked around, his senses attuned to the invisible network that now connected him to every level of this place. + +The idea that the tower knew where he could go… that it responded to his progress… unsettled him slightly, but also fascinated him. + +“MAX!” a loud voice rang out just as Max was preparing to ascend, and he turned to see a familiar group of figures weaving through the crowd on the first floor. + +It was none other than his friends—fellow humans from the Valora Continent—led by Crown Prince Aelric himself. + +There was a look of fierce determination and camaraderie in their eyes as they approached. + +Aelric was the first to reach him, extending a fist with a confident smile. + +“All the best, Max,” he said, locking fists with him. + +“Make it count.” + +“Yeah, go show them the humans from Valora shouldn’t be messed with!” Jack added with his usual cocky grin, clapping Max on the shoulder. + +Amelia stepped forward beside Revenna, her tone more casual but her eyes glowing with excitement. + +“Me and Revenna aren’t far behind,” she said proudly. + +“I’m on the eighth floor, and she just made it to the ninth. + +Everyone else is catching up fast—they’re all on the sixth and seventh floors. + +We’ll catch up to you eventually.” + +Revenna, calm and composed as ever, gave a nod. + +“I’ll defeat you when I reach the tenth floor,” she said matter-of-factly. + +Max laughed, a genuine, hearty laugh that warmed the group’s spirits. + +“Thank you all for your well wishes,” he said, nodding gratefully. + +He turned to Amelia and Revenna. + +“I’ll be waiting for you both at the tenth floor. + +But I won’t wait too long, so hurry up,” he added with a teasing grin. + +Amelia returned his smile and added cheekily, “Oh, by the way… Alice is already on the tenth floor. + +Just so you know.” + +Max’s eyes widened slightly. + +“She is?” he asked, surprised—but quickly calmed down, remembering the strength of her phoenix bloodline. + +It made sense. + +“And you know what else she said?” Amelia continued, narrowing her eyes mischievously. + +Max took a small step back, suddenly wary. + +“What?” + +“She said she’s going to take revenge… for what you did to her back in the dungeon where you two first met,” Amelia said with mock drama in her voice, clearly enjoying the moment. + +Max smiled bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. + +“Damn… that was a mutual deal, though.” + +“She doesn’t think so,” Amelia replied with a smirk. + +Max could only shake his head, half-amused and half-worried. + +“Anyway,” he said, his voice firm now as he looked over his friends one last time, “I’m heading up. + +I expect all of you to make it to the tenth floor soon. + +Show them that the geniuses of the Valora Continent aren’t ones to be underestimated.” + +“Don’t worry about us,” Aelric said with a confident smile. + +“Just focus on your fight.” + +Max nodded and turned to Princess Lenavira, who stood silently beside him. + +“Let’s go then,” he said. + +She gave a simple nod before vanishing from her spot in a blink, her body dissolving into a trail of shimmering light. + +Max took one last look at his friends, then closed his eyes and focused on the tenth floor. + +The tower responded to his will immediately—and in the very next moment, his figure disappeared in a flash of red and silver, leaving behind only the charged silence of anticipation. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +I mistakenly and accidentally publish this chapter now… + +So after reset… + +there will be only three chaps \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-416.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-416.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3cb1d57 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-416.md @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 416 Level 6 of Adept Rank" +slug: "ch-416" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 416 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +416: Level 6 of Adept Rank + +416: Level 6 of Adept Rank + +Max suddenly found himself standing at the very back of an enormous hall, so vast it made the previous floors of the Tower of Truth feel like mere chambers in comparison. + +The moment his feet touched the ground, he was surrounded by a sea of people—hundreds, no, possibly thousands—roaming across the space, talking, shouting, watching, and moving with purpose. + +Members of the three main races—humans, elves, and demons—were scattered all across the hall, each gathering in their own clusters, their energies filling the air with a palpable sense of tension and excitement. + +From where Max stood, he could see that the hall was divided into three main sections, clearly defined by the density and focus of the crowds. + +Directly in front of him, at the far end of the hall, stood a towering black monolith, ancient and mysterious, with numerous people surrounding it as if trying to decipher or interact with it. + +Off to the side, he could see a grand arena—massive and circular—where a fight had just concluded and another was about to begin. + +Roars erupted from that direction, echoing against the tall stone walls. + +And toward the very back of the hall, opposite the entrance, was a long corridor filled with dozens of sealed doors, each surrounded by small groups of experts, some entering, some leaving, and many waiting for their turn. + +These three areas—the monolith, the arena, and the door-lined corridor—were where the crowd was thickest, the energy most intense. + +Max’s eyes widened as he took in the sheer scale of it all. + +“This floor is too big!” he muttered, turning slowly to look around. + +“It is indeed big,” Princess Lenavira replied beside him, her eyes also scanning the vastness with casual familiarity. + +Just then, Max felt a shift in his pocket and instinctively reached for his Essence Stone. + +WHOOM! + +It flared to life the moment it was exposed to the air, erupting in a cascade of glowing golden particles that flowed and pulsed like stardust. + +The light wasn’t faint or subtle—Max’s entire hand was engulfed in the radiant glow, and the dense energy that swirled around the stone was nearly blinding. + +He could feel it soaking into his skin, his veins humming in response. + +“That’s your accumulated points,” Lenavira said with a small smile. + +“You remained unchallenged till the ninth floor, and so the points from floor 1 to floor 9… it’s all converted into this. + +With what you’ve gathered, you should be able to reach the peak of Adept Rank—if not at least level eight or nine.” + +“I could reach the peak of Adept Rank…” Max murmured, eyes shining with a sharp glint as his mind raced through the possibilities. + +That kind of leap would skyrocket his combat ability, especially now that he had full control over his Infernal Demon Transformation. + +But just then, a familiar voice rang out in his mind, sharp and clear. + +“Kid, don’t level up too fast. + +You know what’s at stake.” It was Blob—his ever-watchful companion, speaking with rare seriousness. + +‘I know.’ Max replied internally, his gaze lowering for a moment. + +He did know. + +Better than anyone. + +Turning to Lenavira, he asked, “Can I use this Essence Stone only inside the Tower of Truth? + +Or… can I use it elsewhere too?” + +“You can use it anywhere,” Lenavira replied with a nod. + +“The energy within belongs to you. + +The tower only helps you gather it faster.” + +Max gave a small nod to himself, then closed his eyes and began absorbing a portion of the Life Essence stored within the Essence Stone. + +As the golden particles swirled around his hand and poured into his body like liquid sunlight, he felt a rush of warmth flood his limbs—a steady, empowering force that expanded through his core and pushed gently against the walls of his current cultivation level. + +The energy wasn’t violent or overwhelming, just incredibly pure, like a river flowing through him with purpose. + +Then, a soft chime echoed in his mind, followed by two crisp notifications that floated in front of his vision. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 5 of Adept Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 6 of Adept Rank.] + +Opening his eyes, Max allowed a faint smile to curl at the edge of his lips. + +That was enough—for now. + +He could have continued, could have easily pushed further with the sheer abundance of energy packed into the Essence Stone, but he chose not to. + +He placed the Essence Stone back, the golden glow dimming slightly as it returned to rest. + +Beside him, Princess Lenavira glanced at him, her gaze sharp, observant. + +She had clearly noticed the subtle rise in his strength, the way his aura had shifted—stronger now, denser, more refined. + +But she didn’t say a word. + +She knew about Max’s soul—how dangerous it could be if pushed too far. + +And seeing that he had chosen to ascend by only two levels despite holding the potential for more, she understood without needing to ask.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +It was a wise choice. + +A rare kind of restraint most experts never learned until it was too late. + +“People here aren’t as enthusiastic about my battle as the ones on the first floor,” Max said as he walked forward, his voice low and steady, eyes scanning the crowd around him. + +The atmosphere was drastically different—there were no jeers, no pointed fingers, no gasps of recognition. + +The experts here were composed, their expressions calm and reserved, most of them standing in quiet groups or simply watching the arena with disinterest. + +It was as if his presence barely stirred the air around them. + +“That’s because everyone here is at the peak of Seeker Rank,” Princess Lenavira replied beside him, her tone equally subdued. + +“They don’t really care to watch someone fight who hasn’t even reached their level. + +To them, a human genius like you—still in the Adept Rank—is just… background noise.” + +“Yeah, makes sense,” Max muttered, nodding thoughtfully. + +He couldn’t really blame them. + +For people who stood just a step away from Expert Rank, it was only natural to view those beneath them with indifference. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-417.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-417.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..672bcda --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-417.md @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 417 Pillar of Divine Appraisal" +slug: "ch-417" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 417 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1056 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +417: Pillar of Divine Appraisal + +417: Pillar of Divine Appraisal + +As they walked through the thinning crowd, their path eventually led them to a towering monolith at the heart of the floor. + +It loomed high above them, carved from dark stone that shimmered faintly with a celestial glow. + +Intricate markings ran down its length like veins of starlight, and all over its surface were names—hundreds of them—each glowing in varying degrees of brightness and hue. + +Max paused before the massive structure, tilting his head slightly. + +“So… what is this monolith? + +And all these names written across it?” + +“This,” Lenavira began, stepping to his side, “is one of the defining features of the tenth floor. + +It’s called the Pillar of Divine Appraisal. + +Every challenger who reaches this floor has the option to pass through it. + +It doesn’t test your strength’s rank—it evaluates you. + +Your potential, your core, your bloodline, your soul… everything that makes you who you are.” Her voice lowered slightly, reverent. + +“And once it evaluates you, it not only inscribes your name, but depending on what it sees, it can also grant a slight enhancement to your talent. + +Though…” she paused and gave him a small smile, “the extent of that enhancement depends entirely on your luck. + +Some gain clarity in their path, others feel an evolution in their affinity, and a rare few… awaken something they didn’t even know they had.” + +Max looked back at the monolith, intrigued. + +A tool that not only evaluated one’s true worth but could enhance it? + +He reached out with his hand, not touching it yet, just letting his fingers hover over the radiant surface as the names pulsed softly like distant stars. + +‘So this is the tower’s way of recognizing potential,’ he thought, his gaze sharpening. + +But then a thought crossed Max’s mind, and he turned to Lenavira with a curious look in his eyes. + +“Talent… as in the ranks of our classes?” he asked, his voice low but thoughtful. + +The idea had been bugging him ever since they started discussing the pillar—was it really just about how high your class ranked in the system’s hierarchy? + +A number? + +A label? + +Lenavira shook her head gently, the corners of her mouth tugging into a faint smile, as if she had been waiting for him to ask that question. + +“No,” she said calmly, “that’s just the system’s estimate of your potential. + +The class rank is limited. + +It’s based on what the system can read—your path, your affinities, and battle capacity. + +But the Pillar of Divine Appraisal is different. + +It doesn’t just read numbers or stats. + +It gauges everything inside you—your soul, your bloodline, your comprehension, your willpower, even the strength of your desires—everything before it forms an estimate of your true talent.” + +Max slowly nodded as the explanation sank in. + +It made sense. + +Class ranks were useful, yes, but they were just surface-level judgments. + +They set a cap on what one might be capable of, but they didn’t capture the essence of what someone truly was. + +Talent, real talent, wasn’t bound by a system’s limitations. + +It wasn’t something that could be captured in a line of text. + +Max’s gaze swept over the towering monolith, taking in the countless glowing names etched into its dark, shimmering surface. + +It didn’t take long for him to notice the structure of it all—there were ten horizontal lines carved across the monolith, each one acting like a tier where names were inscribed. + +The highest line, the first one at the very top, had only three names glowing faintly in a divine light, exuding an overwhelming pressure even without context. + +The second line just below it had slightly more—ten names at most—but the third line was densely packed, overflowing with names glowing in various intensities, and from there downward, the density only increased. + +The tenth and final line, at the very base, was completely crowded—names upon names, hundreds of them crammed together in a blur of light. + +As Max studied the lines, his eyes caught on something that made him pause. + +In the second line, glowing with a serene white hue, was a name written clearly among the ten—Lenavira Lumine. + +“Is that your name in the second line?” he asked, genuinely curious, glancing at her. + +Princess Lenavira smiled, her pride unmistakable as she gave a soft nod. + +“It’s my name indeed,” she confirmed. + +Then, with a hint of that same quiet pride in her voice, she added, “The higher one’s name appears on the monolith, the more deadly and exceptional their talent is judged to be. + +The first line is legendary—unreachable by most. + +The second line is rare, reserved for those whose potential defies even the highest expectations.” + +Max nodded slowly, his gaze returning to the pillar, this time lingering longer at the second line. + +His eyes then moved down to the third line and immediately spotted another familiar name—Korbin. + +The name burned a deep, dark red, almost as if the monolith itself was wary of the power it represented. + +He noticed just how many names crowded the third line—it was by far the most populated among the upper tiers. + +“It seems most of the top geniuses are judged to be in the third line by the pillar,” Max muttered, observing the trend. + +“True,” Lenavira replied, her tone calm and factual. + +“Most, if not all prodigies of this generation land on the third line. + +Reaching even that is a mark of greatness. + +The second line… that is another matter entirely. + +Only a handful in centuries have ever touched it. + +I happen to be one of those rare cases this time around.” + +Max could hear the pride in her voice again, could see it in the way she held herself a little taller as she spoke. + +But he didn’t dwell on it. + +He simply shrugged it off, not out of disrespect, but because he had no interest in comparing glories. + +However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try the Pillar of Divine Appraisal. + +“Max, it took you so long to finally arrive here.” The words suddenly floated to him like a breeze—soft, clear, and unmistakably familiar. + +Max turned his head toward the sound, and a gentle smile unconsciously spread across his face the moment his eyes landed on the owner of the voice. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-418.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-418.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..17acafc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-418.md @@ -0,0 +1,246 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 418 Going Above and Beyond" +slug: "ch-418" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 418 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1391 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +418: Going Above and Beyond + +418: Going Above and Beyond + +The one who had called out just now was none other than Alice. + +She stood confidently in front of Max, hands resting on her waist, her expression a mix of pride and playful scolding. + +The light of the tenth floor reflected off her crimson hair, giving it an even more vivid glow, and her golden eyes shimmered with energy. + +“Alice!” Max said with a wide smile, genuinely happy to see her again after what felt like ages. + +“How have you been this past month? + +Anyone caused trouble for you?” he asked casually, knowing full well that she could handle herself but still wanting to hear her say it. + +Alice huffed, crossing her arms. + +“I’m strong, you know. + +Humph.” she snorted in that adorable, defiant way that hadn’t changed one bit. + +Max chuckled but then paused as he truly looked at her. + +His eyes widened in surprise—her aura had shifted dramatically since their last meeting. + +Peak of Seeker Rank. + +She had grown stronger. + +Much faster than he had expected. + +“Your strength is growing faster than I imagined,” he said honestly, his tone laced with shock. + +Alice gave a smug grin. + +“Humph, of course it is,” she replied lightly. + +“Mother said that what I’ve awakened is just the initial version of my bloodline. + +I haven’t even tapped into its full potential yet. + +She told me that only my birthplace can truly awaken the complete power of my bloodline.” + +Max raised his brows, impressed. + +“Hehe, that’s good to hear,” he said with a nod. + +She truly was becoming something remarkable. + +“Also,” Alice added, “when I arrived at the tenth floor, Big Sis Lena was there. + +She showed me around, explained everything. + +So it all went smoothly.” She offered a polite nod to Princess Lenavira, who returned it with a warm smile. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly in mock suspicion. + +“She did?” he asked, glancing between the two, wondering what exactly they had talked about in his absence. + +Lenavira smiled calmly. + +“She said she wanted to try the Pillar of Divine Appraisal with you,” she explained. + +“You haven’t tried yet?” Max turned to Alice, surprised. + +She shook her head and looked at him, her gaze blazing with the familiar fire of competition. + +“I wanted to try it with you,” she said. + +“I think this time… I can surpass you.” + +Max smiled slowly, remembering exactly how competitive she used to be—and clearly, still was. + +She had never been the type to accept defeat easily. + +“I’m going to try the Pillar now that you’re here,” she declared, her eyes turning toward the monolith. + +“Go ahead,” Max said, stepping aside. + +“Hmm,” Alice responded with a determined nod, before walking up to the towering structure. + +She moved gracefully, her presence strong, and then—as if stepping through a thin veil of light—she passed into the monolith itself, disappearing completely from view. + +Max stood there for a moment, watching the last shimmer of her form fade. + +“How long does this talent assessment take?” he asked, turning to Lenavira. + +“It varies,” she replied. + +“Could be a few minutes, or even several hours—it all depends on the individual.” + +“I see,” Max said thoughtfully, then crossed his arms and fixed his gaze back on the monolith, ready to wait. + +Something told him Alice’s result was going to be worth it. + +They waited in silence as the minutes dragged on, and soon an entire hour had passed. + +Max’s eyes remained fixed on the monolith, his arms crossed, his expression calm but expectant. + +Then, finally, a ripple of change spread across the vast surface of the pillar. + +A new name appeared, glowing faintly at the very bottom of the list—on the tenth line. + +The glowing white letters shimmered softly: Alice Phoenixheart. + +Max’s eyes narrowed the moment he saw it. + +“Tenth line?” he muttered in shock, his brows furrowing. + +“That’s too low…” He couldn’t hide his surprise, knowing full well the potential that Alice carried within her bloodline. + +Hers wasn’t an ordinary fire affinity—it was phoenix blood, ancient and divine. + +There was no way her talent was only tenth line. + +“It’s just where everyone starts,” Princess Lenavira said calmly beside him, not even flinching. + +“The pillar doesn’t place you at your final evaluation immediately. + +It begins with the base and ascends according to what it discovers. + +If her talent is as good as you believe… she’ll climb.” + +“And what about the name? + +Her Phoenixheart isn’t her name.” Max asked. + +“That just how tower do things. + +It would attach some suffix last name to your name according to your talent.” Lenavira said. + +Max gave a slight nod, watching intently. + +Moments passed, and just as Lenavira had said, the letters of Alice’s name began to shimmer more brightly. + +Then, slowly, they floated upward—first to the eighth line, then after a pause, seventh, then sixth. + +The crowd around the monolith started to notice, eyes turning one by one as her name didn’t stop. + +Fifth line. + +A slight stir began in the air, whispers rising with curiosity. + +And then, it happened—her name ascended once more and finally settled onto the fourth line, glowing with a soft crimson-gold hue that mirrored her aura. + +“Look, a human reached the fourth line!” a demon nearby exclaimed, pointing as if it were the first time such a thing had happened. + +“What are you so shocked about?” another demon sneered. + +“Geniuses like that appear now and then among humans too. + +They just burn out faster.” + +“She’s not even from this continent,” a human chimed in from the back. + +“I heard she was the first among her group to reach the tenth floor.” + +“I bet fourth line is her limit,” another human said skeptically. + +“Even most of our best geniuses barely scratch beyond that.” + +“Who knows?” an elf murmured, joining the growing group. + +“She might bring some surprises this time.” + +And just like that, the soft buzz turned into a wave of murmurs and excited chatter. + +More and more experts turned to watch the monolith, intrigued by the sudden spectacle. + +The crowd thickened. + +A human name rising steadily on the Pillar of Divine Appraisal was always cause for attention—and occasionally, amusement. + +It wasn’t common, after all. + +Humans weren’t often ranked high in this place, and the tower’s residents—especially demons and elves—were quick to judge. + +But today, as Alice’s name shimmered proudly on the fourth line, even the skeptical could no longer ignore her. + +The show had begun, and Max stood silently, a proud smirk tugging at his lips as the world finally took notice of her. + +And then, just as the whispers began to reach their peak and the noise swelled around the monolith, something unexpected happened—something no one was prepared for. + +Alice’s name, which had been resting on the fourth line, suddenly shimmered with a deeper intensity. + +Slowly, ever so slightly, the glowing letters began to move again. + +Inch by inch, Alice Phoenixheart ascended upward, slipping past the invisible threshold and settling onto the third line. + +A wave of stunned gasps swept through the crowd. + +Shock rippled across every face, and mouths began to open in disbelief. + +But before anyone could even process what had just happened—before a single comment could break the tension—her name began to rise again. + +It didn’t pause. + +It didn’t hesitate. + +In a single heartbeat, it leapt directly from the third line to the second. + +That was when the noise died. + +Instantly. + +A thick, almost suffocating silence fell over the entire area around the monolith. + +The air felt frozen. + +Dozens—no, hundreds—of experts stood motionless, staring wide-eyed at the second line where only ten names existed… and now, there was a new one—hers. + +Alice’s name glowed there, unmistakable, unshakable, surrounded by others who had carved their mark into history with overwhelming potential. + +Demons, elves, humans—everyone was silent, their pride, skepticism, and prejudice drowned by the impossible sight before them. + +Even those who had just moments ago scoffed at her strength now stood slack-jawed, their previous words caught in their throats. + +No one had expected this. + +Not from a human. + +Not from someone so young. + +Not from someone who had been quietly walking behind giants. + +And yet, there it was—Alice Phoenixheart, shining brilliantly on the second line, as the tower itself acknowledged her as a being of rare, unparalleled potential. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-419.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-419.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9950cdc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-419.md @@ -0,0 +1,148 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 419 A Threat" +slug: "ch-419" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 419 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1025 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +419: A Threat + +419: A Threat + +“How is this possible?!” Princess Lenavira exclaimed, her composed demeanor cracking for the first time as genuine shock washed over her face. + +Her eyes were fixed on the second line of the monolith, where the name Alice Phoenixheart now glowed with an undeniable brilliance, etched beside the rare few who had been deemed worthy by the Pillar of Divine Appraisal. + +For a moment, even she—calm, poised, and ever-graceful—stood frozen in disbelief. + +She had always known Alice was strong, especially after watching her progress since her arrival on the tenth floor, but to see her name ascend to the second line so swiftly, so decisively, was beyond what she had anticipated. + +Lenavira had reached that very line herself, but it had come with years of training, immense pressure, and the full nurturing of her royal lineage. + +To see another name appear there—so soon after hers—was something that sent tremors down even her spine. + +In truth, the second line wasn’t just a mark of talent—it was a proof to destiny itself. + +Generally, only one name appeared there every few decades, maybe two if the world was in turmoil or great change was near. + +Lenavira had been hailed as a once-in-a-generation prodigy when her name landed on that line. + +And now, barely a handful of years later, another had risen to meet her—and not just anyone, but a human. + +A girl from another continent. + +The sheer rarity of it made her chest tighten with wonder and disbelief. + +She wasn’t jealous—no, not at all. + +But she was stunned, completely and utterly, by what the monolith had revealed. + +The realization that she wasn’t alone in that tier anymore, that someone else walked the same path of brilliance she did, left her heart pounding in a way no battle ever had. + +“What are you so shocked about?” Max said with a proud sneer tugging at the corner of his lips, his voice filled with a rare smugness as he turned to face Princess Lenavira. + +His arms were folded, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. + +“She has a unique phoenix bloodline, one that’s not even fully awakened yet. + +Of course her talent should be in the second line—among the legends. + +Anything less would’ve been a disgrace to what she carries.” + +There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt—only pride, firm and unwavering. + +He had believed in Alice from the very beginning. + +Yet despite his confident tone, Lenavira could only look at him in stunned silence, her expression torn between disbelief and awe. + +“I’m shocked, yes—but you can’t blame me,” Princess Lenavira said, her voice regaining its usual grace, though the disbelief still lingered in her eyes. + +She gestured subtly around them, and Max followed her hand. + +“But I’m not the only one. + +Look around you.” + +Max did—and what he saw confirmed her words. + +The area surrounding the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, once filled with idle chatter and casual indifference, was now cloaked in a heavy silence, broken only by the low murmurs of disbelief. + +Experts of every race—elves, demons, humans—stood still, their gazes locked on the glowing name etched on the second line. + +Some had furrowed brows, others had wide eyes, and many whispered to their companions, trying to make sense of what they were witnessing. + +This wasn’t just another name on a stone—this was a shift. + +A ripple across the structure of expectation that governed the Tower of Truth. + +“The appearance of a second-line genius on the pillar doesn’t happen often,” Lenavira continued, her tone now carrying a quiet seriousness. + +“And when it does, it’s never taken lightly. + +The presence of someone with that level of talent could change the very structure of power in the Lost Continent. + +It reshapes alliances, stirs ambition, ignites fear. + +All the major forces will begin to take notice.” + +She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. + +“But that’s not what makes this situation so complicated.” She turned to Max, her expression unreadable. + +“It’s because she’s from the Valora Continent. + +A place most here still see as lesser. + +Her rising to this level here, in this tower, under their watchful eyes… it’s going to rattle more than pride. + +It’s going to rattle status. + +It’ll challenge the superiority they’ve long believed they held. + +And those kinds of challenges…” she trailed off, letting the weight of her words settle between them. + +Max remained silent, but inside, he understood perfectly. + +“It doesn’t matter,” he said calmly, his gaze still fixed on the pillar, unshaken by the sudden shift in the atmosphere around them. + +“Now that her performance in the Pillar of Divine Appraisal has reached the second line, people are going to challenge her more often, trying to test her, to measure their worth against someone recognized by the tower itself.” He turned his eyes slightly toward Lenavira. + +“But it really doesn’t matter. + +She has the right to reject any challenge. + +No one can force her into a fight she doesn’t accept.” + +His words were steady, unbothered by the inevitable stir that would follow Alice’s rise. + +“Besides,” Max continued, a faint smirk playing on his lips, “I haven’t shown my full strength yet. + +Not even close. + +And when I do…” he paused, letting his words hang in the air for a moment, “the so-called experts of the Lost Continent will have their eyes on me.” His voice didn’t rise, but the weight behind it was undeniable. + +There was no boast, no arrogance—only absolute confidence. + +Princess Lenavira looked at Max, studying him with quiet intensity, her expression unreadable. + +She couldn’t help but wonder how he could remain so calm in a moment like this—so composed when the implications were so immense. + +Alice’s ascent to the second line wasn’t just a personal victory; it was a seismic shift in the established order of the Lost Continent. + +The races here—especially the demons and elves—guarded their superiority fiercely. + +They wouldn’t take this lightly. + +If worst came to worst, Alice could be targeted, isolated, or even attacked—not just by jealous rivals but by entire factions who saw her presence as a threat to their dominance. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-42.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-42.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aad8f6b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-42.md @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 42: Mimi’s Request" +slug: "ch-42" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 42 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1268 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max smiled at the cute girl before shifting his gaze to Elena. With a flick of his hand, he controlled the flames, letting them dissipate to reveal his face. + +His voice boomed with sharp intensity as he shouted, "Listen up, you bitch. You came after me, attacked me without reason—just because your precious Blade Family said so. Well, let me make something very clear: if you think you can mess with me and walk away unscathed, think again." + +A smirk crossed his lips, his tone darkening. "Don’t blame me when I hunt down every member of your Blade Family I come across—whether it’s you, your brother, your sister, or anyone else." + +He continued, his tone dark and unwavering, "I’m a very reasonable kid, but when it comes to revenge, I make sure to deliver it a hundred times over. Until then, see ya." + +"You think you can escape?" Elena sneered. + +Max burst into laughter, his voice echoing with mockery. "Hahaha! Watch closely with your dog eyes, you bitch, as I disappear right before you!" + +With those words, he spread his arms, fanning the flames that quickly consumed everything in their path. Then, with a defiant smirk, he leaped into the portal beside him, vanishing into the unknown. + +As he disappeared, the purple flame tornado vanished too, leaving behind only a charred surface. + +"He’s gone!" Erica uttered in shock. "He really disappeared." + +Nash smiled lightly. "That kid is one mad kid. Giving such threats to the Blade Family is like asking for an early death from the god himself." + +He added with a frown, "But how did the purple lantern get into his hands? And the purple flames... We have to find a way to contact him later." + +"Hahaha, that was anticlimactic," Anton laughed wildly, turning to Elena with a mocking expression. "See you around, Elena." + +Laughing, he headed towards his sister in great spirits. + +Meanwhile, Elena stood there with a deep frown on her face. She had failed to kill someone at Level 5 of the Novice Rank—an easy target—and even let him get away. She sighed and disappeared into the white sword floating in the air. + +A moment later, the huge sword took flight and flew away. + +"Let’s go home," Anton said to Alice, arriving before her. + +Alice nodded lightly. She recalled the recommendation she had promised for Max, and with the situation he appeared to be in, he needed to be in one of the five guilds to live safely. + +’I will uphold my promise, Max... Just be sure to be there that day,’ she thought, lightly following her big brother. + +Commander Ross stood there with a calm expression on his face, having seen everything. ’The tides have started to surge now that the contract has ended...’ he mused, disappearing quietly among the people. + +Somewhere at the very edge of the area, a man around eighteen years old stood with a grin on his face. His entire body was covered in a black hood, and his eyes gleamed lightly. ’Max... just how many secrets do you have?’ he smiled sinisterly as he also disappeared into the forest behind him. + +--- + +After going through the portal, Max found himself standing in a market—a street market with stalls and shops all around him. He put away the purple lantern and noticed this market very familiar. + +’This is the market just around my home, Jane Market’ Max thought before noticing the figure tugging at his clothes. + +"Help Mimi…" The little 10-year-old girl looked at Max with big, pleading eyes. + +Max examined her closely and noticed that she was covered in dust. Her clothes were torn in places, and even her violet hair hadn’t been combed for days. + +"Who are you?" Max asked softly, patting her head. + +"I am Mimi," she said, pointing to herself. "Mimi wants help." + +"Mimi… What help does Mimi want?" Max asked gently. + +Mimi pointed at the shop in the distance. "Mimi’s friends were captured. Mimi wants Big Brother’s help." + +"Friends captured?" Max frowned and held her hand. "Let’s go and see which friends you’re talking about." + +Mimi nodded and led him to the shop. They stopped at a safe location, but their view of the shop was clear. They could see every item displayed. + +"Mimi’s friends…" Mimi pointed towards the shop. + +Max saw what she was indicating and was left in shock. A sphere held a fire fox inside, and another sphere contained a frost peacock. Mimi was pointing at these two. + +"Are you talking about the two fire and ice spirits?" Max asked curiously. + +"Hmm." Mimi nodded her head. "They are Mimi’s friends…" + +Max frowned, seeing them in such a situation. "How did they capture Mimi’s friends?" + +Mimi’s expression turned sad. "Mimi came to see Big Brother, but Big Brother was not there… Then bad people came and took Mimi’s friends away. They also wanted to take Mimi too, but Mimi ran…" Tears flowed from her eyes as she spoke. + +"Don’t cry, Mimi." Max patted her head. "Now that Big Brother is here, he will help Mimi save Mimi’s friends." + +Mimi nodded, wiping away her tears. + +"Good girl," Max said softly, seeing that she had stopped crying. He turned his attention to the shop. + +He inspected it and noticed it was one of the biggest shops in the market, selling everything from armor to skills, weapons, and cores. However, that also made it difficult for Max to approach and steal the two fire and frost spirits. + +’If there’s a distraction and some chaos… I might have a chance,’ Max mused, planning a way to create a diversion. + +It was then he recalled that Mimi could create portals. + +"Mimi, Big Brother needs your help to save Mimi’s friends," Max said lightly. + +"Mimi will help," Mimi said, clasping her hands together. + +"Besides portals, can Mimi do something else to distract them so that Big Brother can save Mimi’s friends?" Max asked. + +Mimi nodded. "Mimi can bring bad monsters here." + +"Bad monsters?" Max laughed wryly and said, "Alright, Mimi…" He pointed at the shop and said, "Bring the bad monsters to that shop." + +Mimi nodded and looked towards the shop. + +Almost instantly, Max’s eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed something utterly shocking. A portal, eerily similar to the ones leading to dungeons, materialized out of nowhere, right in the middle of the shop. + +But the portal’s color was eerily red—a stark contrast to the usual blue. + +"This... this is an unstable dungeon!" Max was shocked. He had read in the academy’s books that a red portal signified an unstable dungeon where the chances of a dungeon break were almost 100%. + +The next moment confirmed Max’s suspicions. + +From the portal emerged goblins, orcs, trolls, and a variety of other monstrous creatures, their guttural roars and shrieks filling the air. + +Chaos erupted almost instantly as these creatures began rampaging through the market, overturning stalls, smashing buildings, and attacking anyone in sight. + +"How could a dungeon outbreak occur here?" + +"Damn, help… We need help!" + +"Someone help! My shop is being destroyed!" + +"We have to help ourselves before the guilds and Hunter Association arrive." + +"Kill the weak ones first, and then we’ll handle the strong ones!" + +Panic spread like wildfire as people screamed and ran in every direction, desperate to escape the onslaught. Many, however, decided to hold their ground and fight the monsters. + +’Mimi can create dungeons!’ Max thought, his eyes widening in astonishment. + +Looking back at the innocent face of Mimi, Max patted her head. "Wait here. I’ll come back with your friends." + +Mimi nodded. "Mimi waits." + +"Good girl." Max patted her head before heading towards the shop. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-420.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-420.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6e1936c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-420.md @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 420 Entering the Pillar" +slug: "ch-420" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 420 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1038 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +420: Entering the Pillar + +420: Entering the Pillar + +And yet Max stood there, his posture relaxed, his voice steady, like he already understood the game and had no intention of losing. + +It unnerved her, just a little, how much certainty he carried. + +Then, cutting through her thoughts, his voice broke the silence. + +“Oh, she’s out,” he said simply, and Lenavira turned her head quickly toward the monolith. + +The surface of the pillar rippled slightly, and moments later, Alice stepped through it as if passing through a curtain of light. + +Her expression was calm, but the faint glow around her still lingered, as though the power of the pillar hadn’t quite left her. + +All around her, the crowds reacted. + +The silence that had fallen before now gave way to movement. + +People parted to make way for her—not because of fear, but because of recognition. + +Whispers stirred like wind through dry leaves. + +Elves, demons, and humans alike turned their heads to look at her, eyes wide with awe, curiosity, and envy. + +“A human from a foreign continent reached the second line… A human was already a disgrace—but this…” a demon growled, his eyes blazing with restrained fury as he stared at the glowing name Alice Phoenixheart etched on the monolith’s second line. + +His claws flexed at his sides, and his voice was thick with disdain, laced with the kind of hatred that came from generations of superiority being threatened. + +The sight of a human—not even one of their own continent—ascending so high in the Pillar of Divine Appraisal was something he could barely stomach. + +Just behind him, another voice snapped back, sharp and laced with defiance. + +“Humph, it just proves what we’ve always known,” said a human from the Lost Continent, his arms crossed as he glared at the demon. + +“We humans adapt better than any race. + +This tower, this pillar—it’s no exception.” + +But even as he spoke, the jealousy in his tone was unmistakable. + +His words were proud, but his eyes betrayed the bitterness of someone who hadn’t made it to the tenth floor himself, let alone carved their name into legend. + +Then another voice cut through the rising tension—low, cold, and dangerous. + +“It doesn’t really matter,” another human sneered, his expression shadowed with calculating ambition. + +“If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll join the Saint Human Alliance. + +Otherwise…” He trailed off with a smirk, letting the implication hang in the air like a blade. + +The threat was clear. + +Power like hers didn’t go unnoticed, and some would rather control it—or destroy it—than let it flourish on its own. + +But what came next silenced even that malice. + +“You humans really are the worst,” a nearby demon muttered with a shake of his head, his voice filled with something closer to disappointment than anger. + +“Aiming to kill your own kind, when one of you finally reaches a height no one expected. + +Someone whose talent reaches so high… and your first instinct is to tear her down?” He scoffed, looking away with disgust. + +“It’s not just shameful—it’s pathetic.” + +Around them, the crowd grew tense. + +Whispers turned sharp, gazes turned cold, and though no blows were exchanged, the atmosphere thickened with friction. + +The monolith still glowed with Alice’s name, but now, it seemed to cast shadows just as much as it cast light. + +— + +“I reached the second line!” Alice said excitedly as she walked up to Max and Princess Lenavira, her eyes gleaming with joy and pride. + +“You did really well,” Max said, nodding with a proud smile of his own. + +His voice was genuine, filled with admiration. + +“I doubt now if I can even surpass you.” + +“Hehe,” Alice giggled, puffing up slightly, clearly enjoying the moment. + +“Well, if you don’t, then you have to listen to everything I say while we’re in the Lost Continent.” + +Max blinked, giving her a suspicious look as he crossed his arms. + +“What do you mean I’d have to listen to you for everything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. + +“Haven’t I always done what you said anyway?” He shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. + +Alice’s eyes widened and she placed her hands on her waist, mock-offended. + +“What do you mean I force you to do things?” she asked with exaggerated disbelief, her tone playful but dramatic. + +“Who knows,” Max replied, smirking as he looked away, casually changing the subject. + +“Anyway, I’m going to see how far I can go.” With that, he turned and began walking toward the monolith, his steps calm but purposeful. + +And before Alice could get another word in, his figure slipped through the shimmering surface of the Pillar of Divine Appraisal and disappeared inside. + +“Humph,” Alice huffed, pouting slightly as she crossed her arms, clearly annoyed he had brushed her off so quickly. + +She glared at the spot where he vanished, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement. + +“It’s cute seeing you two like that,” Princess Lenavira’s voice came from beside her, gentle and teasing. + +Alice’s eyes widened, and her cheeks immediately flushed a soft shade of red. + +She looked away, trying to hide her smile, but it was far too late. + +The moment had already been caught. + +— + +Max found himself standing in a vast and silent realm, a place that felt detached from the tower, the continent, even reality itself. + +All around him, stretching endlessly into the distance, were towering monoliths—hundreds, maybe even thousands—each one radiating with a gentle light-blue glow. + +But unlike the dark, solid monolith he had entered through, these structures appeared almost ethereal, like projections or holograms made of pure light and energy. + +They weren’t solid, yet they pulsed with power, like the remnants of forgotten truths waiting to be uncovered. + +As Max took a step forward, a wave of pressure rolled over him—not oppressive, but overwhelmingly pure. + +It was so clean, so refined, that it felt alien to everything he had known so far. + +His breath caught, and his eyes widened as a strange sensation rippled through his body. + +“The aura I’m feeling from these monoliths is too pure!” he exclaimed aloud, stunned by the sudden harmony coursing through him. + +His soul trembled, not in fear, but in recognition. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-421.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-421.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04bbd4d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-421.md @@ -0,0 +1,184 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 421 Trial of Concepts" +slug: "ch-421" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 421 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1114 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +421: Trial of Concepts + +421: Trial of Concepts + +Deep within him, his previously comprehended auras began to stir—all of his level 3 auras, ones he had worked tirelessly to grasp over time. + +They weren’t just reacting—they were resonating. + +Lightning, Flames, Space, Sword… all of them began to shimmer faintly around him, drawn to the energy flowing from these ghostly monoliths. + +“All my level 3 auras… they’re resonating with these monoliths!” Max whispered in disbelief, his voice echoing through the empty, glowing expanse. + +And then, as if a veil had been lifted, understanding slammed into him like a bolt of lightning. + +“Don’t tell me…” he muttered, turning slowly to take in the impossible scope of the realm around him. + +His eyes widened as realization dawned. + +“These monoliths… they contain Concepts—the higher forms of laws!” + +That was the only explanation that made sense. + +These weren’t ordinary structures. + +Each one held a truth, a fragment of cosmic principle beyond mere auras. + +They weren’t just reacting to his understanding—they were responding to his potential to evolve. + +The Pillar of Divine Appraisal hadn’t just judged his talent. + +It had brought him here—to the place where truths lived. + +Where laws evolved into Concepts. + +And where he, if he could endure it, would rise beyond limits. + +Max’s eyes scanned each of the monoliths before he closed his eyes sensing the one monolith that had been resonating the most. + +Opening his eyes he spotted the one, and arrived in front of him. + +“This monolith is resonating with me the most.” Max muttered gently touching the monolith. + +“This… + +This is the power of space… + +Concept of Space!” Max blurted out in shock but before he could react, the other monoliths around him disappeared leaving him with the space monolith. + +Max’s eyes moved slowly across the endless expanse, scanning each of the glowing blue monoliths, his heart thudding with anticipation. + +Each one radiated its own unique presence, distinct yet incomprehensibly profound. + +But amidst the quiet sea of light, he could feel it—one monolith in particular, pulsing more intensely than the others, resonating with something deep inside him. + +He closed his eyes, letting the ambient energy wash over him as he attuned himself to the silent song of the realm. + +The pull wasn’t violent or overpowering—it was subtle, but undeniable. + +A thread of familiarity tugged gently at his soul, guiding him like a whisper in the void. + +When he opened his eyes, they gleamed with clarity. + +There it was—just a few steps away—one monolith glowing more brightly than the rest, its light shifting with faint ripples, as though it were bending the very air around it. + +Max walked forward, his pace steady, drawn to it as if his entire being demanded it. + +He stopped in front of the monolith, and without hesitation, extended his hand toward its luminous surface. + +“This monolith is resonating with me the most,” he murmured, his voice laced with awe as his fingers made contact. + +The moment his hand touched the surface, a wave of energy surged through him, and his breath caught in his throat. + +The space around him rippled. + +Reality itself seemed to bend and stretch ever so slightly. + +And then, as the realization struck him, his eyes widened. + +“This… this is the power of Space…” he breathed. + +“The Concept of Space!” His voice cracked with disbelief. + +This wasn’t an elemental law, not something rudimentary or even advanced. + +This was the foundation of distance, dimension, position—the very fabric of existence. + +Just as the weight of that understanding began to settle on him, the rest of the world shifted. + +Without warning, the other monoliths faded, one after another, their light extinguishing like dying stars until only one remained—the monolith of Space. + +Alone in a boundless void with nothing but this overwhelming presence before him, Max felt the full attention of the Concept focus entirely on him. + +“Don’t tell me… I can only comprehend one at a time?” Max muttered, his expression darkening with slight annoyance as he glanced around, confirming that the other monoliths had indeed vanished without a trace. + +A vast expanse of emptiness now surrounded him, leaving only the single glowing pillar of light—the Monolith of Space. + +But he didn’t let the disappointment linger for long. + +His gaze steadied, and he turned his full attention back to the monolith before him. + +With his hand still pressed against its surface, he let out a quiet breath, pushing all distractions from his mind. + +“So, the Pillar of Divine Appraisal assesses one’s talent through comprehension of laws…” he whispered to himself, the truth slowly unraveling in his mind. + +Not just surface-level talent—not battle strength or potential energy—but one’s connection to the very fabric of reality. + +This was far beyond ranks. + +This was comprehension at the most primal level. + +Max focused. + +He let his thoughts go still. + +The moment he shut off the noise within him, something began to shift. + +He didn’t just see the monolith—he felt it. + +Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the glowing structure in front of him ceased to be just a construct of light. + +It became a window, a tunnel, a portal. + +The world around him faded, colors draining from the edges of his vision. + +The floor beneath him no longer felt solid. + +The air, once cool, vanished altogether. + +He was no longer standing on a floor. + +He was suspended. + +Weightless. + +Reality bent. + +Distance stretched and contracted. + +The laws he had always taken for granted—up and down, near and far—began to blur. + +He didn’t know when it happened, but his body relaxed, and his consciousness began to drift, pulled deeper into the monolith’s pulse. + +Thoughts faded. + +Time felt meaningless. + +He wasn’t Max anymore—he was simply awareness, flowing inside the Concept of Space. + +Every breath, every heartbeat, every thought was absorbed into that singular comprehension. + +The Tower had drawn him in completely. + +And in that stillness, in that void of distractions, Max began to understand the profoundness of space. + +— + +Outside the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, a tense stillness had spread across the gathering of elites from all three races. + +The earlier shock of Alice Phoenixheart, a human from a foreign continent, reaching the second line had not yet faded, and now, with another human stepping into the pillar, the air grew thick with silent anticipation. + +All eyes were locked onto the towering monolith, its vast surface glowing with names of prodigies past and present. + +Conversations had quieted to murmurs, and the air buzzed with a quiet, collective focus. + +The humans stood rigid with hope and pride, while the elves observed with guarded curiosity, and the demons clenched their jaws, already bracing for what might follow. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-422.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-422.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd9b879 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-422.md @@ -0,0 +1,186 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 422 A Deadly Trial" +slug: "ch-422" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 422 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +422: A Deadly Trial + +422: A Deadly Trial + +Then suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the stillness. + +“Look! + +Max Voidwalker’s name just appeared—ninth line!” a demon expert shouted, pointing at the monolith with a clawed hand, eyes wide. + +Dozens of heads whipped around as a glowing name emerged near the base of the list—Max Voidwalker, inscribed clearly in brilliant white-blue light on the ninth line. + +A ripple of murmurs followed, but before any opinions could be voiced, the name flickered once and then—vanished. + +Gasps filled the space. + +A second later, it reappeared—this time on the eighth line. + +The reaction was immediate, and silence fell again. + +And then it moved again, floating smoothly up to the seventh line, glowing even brighter. + +The experts exchanged uneasy glances. + +Something was happening. + +Moments later, Max’s name ascended once more, this time reaching the sixth line, and then it stopped. + +The glow pulsed gently as it settled there, like a heartbeat slowing to a steady rhythm. + +The silence returned, but it was different now—charged, heavy with speculation. + +A sixth-line talent. + +Not just impressive—it was exceptional. + +While not as staggering as Alice’s second-line placement, the fact that another human, especially one from the foreign Valora Continent, had scored so high was enough to shake the confidence of even the proudest demon and the most aloof elf. + +Most importantly they understood that the assessment had yet to be completed and his name would only ascend higher in the line from now on. + +— + +“I’m starting to understand it…” Max muttered unconsciously, his voice barely more than a whisper as his consciousness drifted deeper into the vast, boundless current of the Concept of Space. + +His thoughts no longer felt like thoughts—they were instincts, truths being engraved directly into his soul. + +Everything else faded: the tower, the outside world, even the passage of time. + +There was only this. + +Space. + +Boundless, ever-shifting, untouchable… and yet now, it began to make sense. + +“The first level for the Concept of Space… is Dimensional Severance,” Max murmured, the knowledge seeping into him like water into dry earth. + +“After comprehending the first level… I can tear space itself, create spatial rifts, or strike with attacks that bypass all physical and elemental defenses.” + +The clarity of it was startling. + +The very fabric of reality could become his weapon. + +“Torn open spaces… aren’t just for escape or defense. + +They can block anything. + +They can be formed into a blade, a weapon of sheer dimensional force and hurled like any other strike—except impossible to block, impossible to anticipate.” His voice, though quiet, carried the weight of realization, of comprehension as his mind sharpened further. + +As those words left his lips, his eyes slowly opened—only to find himself no longer standing in the familiar glowing void he had entered. + +Everything around him had shifted. + +He now stood in a vast, bluish world—surreal, weightless, and humming with a low, cosmic hum, as though reality itself was vibrating at a frequency his body could now feel. + +The air shimmered, and strange distortions danced in the distance. + +‘Am I… inside the Monolith of Space?’ he thought, blinking slowly as he observed the strange realm. + +But before he could ponder it further, a flicker of movement caught the edge of his Three Dimensional Body—something that felt wrong. + +Max’s body moved instinctively, twisting at the last possible second, bending sideways just as something invisible and terrifyingly fast slashed past his head. + +RIPPP— + +The air beside him howled as a jagged, black tear in space—a literal crack in reality—ripped open and shot past him, vanishing into the distance as quickly as it had appeared. + +Max stumbled back, his eyes wide with disbelief. + +“What the hell?!” he gasped, adrenaline flooding his veins. + +He turned to see the faint residue of the rift shimmering in the air before it dissolved entirely. + +But before Max could even draw a single breath of relief, his Three Dimensional Body flared with alarm—an overwhelming, primal warning that sent shivers down his spine. + +Every nerve in his body screamed at him to move, to escape, to run. + +He spun around instinctively, and what he saw made his blood freeze. + +Hundreds—hundreds—of massive spatial tears, each one the size of his entire body, were ripping through the air toward him. + +Jagged and violent, they tore through the bluish void with a howling screech, their edges fracturing reality itself as they surged forward with terrifying speed. + +It wasn’t just one or two—it was a storm. + +“Damn!” Max cursed, his eyes wide, and without wasting another second, he kicked off the air and launched himself into flight. + +He soared across the distorted world with everything he had, energy flaring beneath his feet as he zigzagged and dove, desperately trying to outpace the relentless assault. + +But the spatial tears weren’t random. + +They were intelligent, responsive, alive. + +No matter where he flew, they followed—twisting, turning, bending through the space as if they were locked onto his very soul. + +Every time he tried to change direction, a tear would be there, waiting to intercept. + +They weren’t just targeting his body—they were testing his understanding of space, forcing him to think like the Concept he sought to master. + +The air around him split and mended in wild flashes, each rift threatening to slice him out of existence. + +His heart pounded, his thoughts racing just as fast. + +This isn’t just comprehension—this is a trial of survival. + +And in that moment, Max realized: to claim the Concept of Space, he would first have to survive the wrath of space itself. + +‘This won’t do,’ Max thought grimly as he twisted through the sky of the surreal bluish dimension, dodging another spatial tear by the breadth of a hair. + +The shrieking sound of space rending itself echoed behind him, a constant, terrifying reminder of how close death hovered. + +‘If I keep running, they’ll keep multiplying… and if that happens, I’ll eventually run out of space to run.’ His mind raced even faster than his body, calculating angles, distance, options—but nothing seemed sustainable. + +The tears were not only persistent, they were increasing, converging on him like a swarm of blades that refused to relent. + +His heart pounded in his chest, but Max forced himself to steady his breath, to clear the panic from his soul. + +‘Why did the assessment become like this?’ he wondered, eyes narrowing as he soared between two gaping voids in space that nearly cleaved his body apart. + +‘Is this… part of the test? + +Do I need to truly master the first level of the Concept of Space—Dimensional Severance—to survive this?’ + +The thought struck him hard and fast, and everything suddenly made a terrible kind of sense. + +The trial wasn’t about comprehension alone—it was about integration, survival, and mastery. + +The only way out wasn’t through escape. + +It was through control. + +The very thing chasing him was the very thing he had to understand. + +But the solution that flashed into his mind wasn’t something simple—wasn’t something he could just decide to do. + +It required something more. + +He would need to sever space itself, to use the Concept instead of merely running from it. + +But understanding Dimensional Severance wasn’t like learning a technique or casting a spell—it was becoming one with the law, internalizing its rhythm, its truth. + +And right now, Max wasn’t sure he was ready. + +Yet the tears didn’t care. + +They kept coming, howling toward him like the judgment of space itself. + +‘If I don’t figure it out now,’ Max thought with a clenched jaw, ‘then this place will become my grave.’ + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-423.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-423.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acd8849 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-423.md @@ -0,0 +1,186 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 423 Guidance" +slug: "ch-423" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 423 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1061 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +423: Guidance + +423: Guidance + +As Max hastily darted through the bluish void, weaving through the deadly storm of spatial tears hurling toward him like blades of pure oblivion, his mind raced not just with panic but with calculation. + +He forced himself to think clearly, recalling everything he had learned, everything he could currently do with the level 3 Space Aura he had mastered before this trial began. + +First, he could teleport—short-range flickers of movement that allowed him to blink a few meters in any direction. + +It wasn’t enough to escape the barrage entirely, but it bought him precious seconds, just enough to reposition himself when he was nearly trapped. + +Second, he could bind a figure in place for a few seconds using one of his space-based skills, temporarily disrupting the space around a target and freezing them mid-motion. + +But that wouldn’t help here—the tears weren’t living beings. + +They weren’t enemies he could trap. + +They were fragments of raw, mindless destruction. + +Third, he could sense strange fluctuations in the space around him, allowing him to detect shifts and distortions before they fully formed. + +This gave him a slight edge in evasion, warning him of rifts forming in his blind spots—but even that could only do so much when the attacks were endless. + +And finally, he could imbue his weapons with Space Aura. + +It added a strange, ethereal sharpness to his strikes, but space was an advanced and abstract element—more suited for utility and manipulation than raw damage at aura stage. + +Its use in direct combat was limited at best. + +The strikes looked impressive, felt smooth, but the impact lacked weight. + +‘None of these were enough,’ Max thought bitterly as he twisted mid-air, a spatial tear missing him by inches. + +These tools were pieces of the puzzle, but they weren’t the solution. + +Not here. + +Not against a realm designed to break him. + +“Kid, you’ve gotten yourself tangled in too many laws,” Blob’s voice suddenly echoed in Max’s mind, calm but laced with the weight of warning. + +“And because of that… you’re not a master of any of them.” + +The words struck hard, like a stone dropped into still water. + +Max frowned as he flew, barely dodging another spatial tear that cracked the air beside him. + +‘What does he mean?’ he thought, annoyed. + +He had always believed that learning as many laws as possible was the wisest path—especially since he had all the time in the world.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +The more he learned, the more versatile, the more powerful he’d become. + +That was the logic he had followed all along. + +“You don’t understand,” he muttered back internally. + +“The more I learn, the more options I have. + +That should make me stronger.” + +But Blob’s voice didn’t waver. + +“No, kid. + +I understand exactly what you’ve been doing. + +I’ve watched you. + +And you’re wrong.” His tone shifted slightly, becoming more grounded—less a reprimand and more a mentor’s honest concern. + +“Your strange aura… it’s one of your strongest cards. + +That aura is no ordinary force. + +It’s composed of several different auras fused into one, and somehow, you managed to merge them. + +I don’t know how. + +I’ve never seen someone do it. + +It’s unique to you.” There was a pause, then a low sigh. + +“But that uniqueness… it’s also become a shackle.” + +Max’s heart skipped slightly at those words. + +A shackle? + +“You keep thinking the more auras you merge into it, the stronger it becomes—and yes, that’s true to a point,” Blob continued. + +“But what you’re doing is skipping understanding. + +Every time you learn a new law or grasp a new aura, instead of experimenting with it, instead of pushing it to its limits, or wondering what it might look like at its peak—you rush to merge it into your strange aura. + +You merge it, strengthen your signature force… and then ignore the law you just learned.” + +Blob’s voice turned sharper. + +“You’re not cultivating mastery—you’re stockpiling fuel. + +You’ve built a weapon but never learned to wield it.” + +Max frowned, the truth sinking in with every word. + +The storm of spatial tears still hunted him, and yet, somewhere deeper than the fear or panic, Max realized something had gone wrong in his path. + +He’d learned so many laws… but how many had he truly comprehended? + +How many had he truly respected, explored, understood? + +And now, faced with the Concept of Space, he couldn’t rely on his merged aura or brute knowledge. + +“You know,” Blob’s voice came again, softer now, but laced with something that felt strangely like regret, “if someone as naturally gifted as you had focused solely on sword aura… then there wouldn’t be a single law in this world you couldn’t cut.” His words hung in the air, cutting deeper than any spatial tear ever could. + +Max’s eyes flickered as he continued to evade the onslaught, but his heart was beginning to slow—not from exhaustion, but from reflection. + +Blob’s voice didn’t stop. + +“If you had chosen to focus on flames, then nothing in this world would escape your fire. + +Everything would burn. + +The coldest darkness, the hardest metal, the deepest shadows—all of it. + +If you had devoted yourself to lightning, there wouldn’t be a speed you couldn’t reach, a defense you couldn’t pierce. + +And now, standing before the Concept of Space… if you had focused here, these tears wouldn’t stand a chance against you.” + +His tone sharpened just slightly at the end. + +“What you’re doing now, Max… it’s good. + +Honestly, it’s miraculous. + +I’ve never seen someone comprehend so many laws, fuse so many conflicting auras into a singular force, and survive it. + +Let alone thrive. + +But in doing all this, you’ve forgotten the most important thing.” + +Max’s brows furrowed as the words settled in. + +“You’ve forgotten where your strength comes from,” Blob finished, his voice firm and final. + +“You’re not just some collection of powers. + +You’re not just a vessel for laws. + +You’re just a human, Max. + +And what made you special wasn’t just that you could learn them—it was how you wielded them. + +Your understanding. + +Your will. + +Your focus. + +That’s what makes you dangerous. + +And if you don’t start remembering that… these laws will consume you before you ever master a single one.” The words sank deep into Max’s soul, heavier than any blow he had ever taken. + +Because he knew. + +Blob was right. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-424.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-424.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..78508a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-424.md @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 424 Enlightenment" +slug: "ch-424" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 424 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1048 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +424: Enlightenment + +424: Enlightenment + +“I understand,” Max said, his voice calm yet filled with a newfound clarity, even as spatial tears howled around him like shrieking blades of the void. + +“Thanks, Blob… for guiding me right now.” There was no resentment, no defensiveness—only quiet acceptance. + +“As you’ve said… I completely forgot about sword and fire auras,” he continued, eyes scanning the storm of dimensional rifts that surged ever closer, “the ones I learned at the very beginning. + +They were my foundation… my edge.” + +His lips curled slightly in something between a grimace and a smile. + +“Even lightning and space—two of the most versatile auras I’ve ever touched—I used them so sparingly, so carelessly… just enough to keep moving forward, but never deep enough to master. + +I kept telling myself I was building strength, but I was only layering weight I didn’t fully understand. + +I kept trying to increase their level without understanding them.” + +His mind flooded with memories—his first sword swing imbued with aura, the wild heat of his earliest fire technique, the thrill of moving like a flash of lightning, the moment he first bent space to teleport. + +They had once defined him, made him feel alive, but now they were mere fragments, buried beneath a towering mountain of half-understood power. + +“I’ll try to focus,” he muttered, more to himself than to Blob now. + +“Focus on everything you mentioned. + +On what I’ve neglected. + +On what really matters.” + +But even as those words left his mouth, the time for reflection quickly passed. + +His eyes sharpened again, locking on the chaos ahead. + +The storm of space tears was closing in, faster, wilder, like a tidal wave of annihilation ready to swallow him whole. + +He didn’t have time to wallow in guilt or think of regrets. + +The only thing he could afford right now… was action. + +Pure, focused, intentional action. + +‘Now that I know where I’m lacking…’ Max thought, his gaze hardening as the storm of spatial tears closed in from all directions, swirling like a vortex of death. + +But instead of fear, his heart filled with clarity. + +‘I can understand where I’m lacking in the space element too…’ + +The realization sharpened his focus like a blade honed to its edge. + +‘Lack of experience… lack of trial and error… lack of experimentation.’ + +He had treated space like a tool, not a mystery. + +He had wielded it without ever understanding it. + +And now, as chaos raged around him, he saw what he had never dared to see before. + +‘This… this is the best time to experiment. + +To explore the unknown.’ To fall, fail, and find something new in the process. + +A twisted grin crept across his face, not out of arrogance but pure, unfiltered resolve. + +His eyes gleamed with a glint that bordered on madness, a reflection of someone who had finally embraced the storm rather than flee from it. + +It was here, in the depths of crisis, where the first door to the realm of Concepts creaked open. + +Concepts were not born from simple learning—they were realized through experience, comprehension, and above all, enlightenment. + +They weren’t formulas to be memorized, but truths to be felt. + +Max now understood that a Concept wasn’t a single law—it was the very essence behind the law, the source code of reality itself. + +If Aura was the language, Concept was the meaning. + +And if he wanted to grasp the Concept of Space, he couldn’t just run from its chaos or use it like a borrowed power. + +He had to live through it. + +He had to let it tear into him—not physically, but mentally, spiritually—until he understood what space was. + +Space was distance, dimension, separation, and connection. + +It was the stillness between movement, the silence between sounds, the invisible canvas upon which all things existed. + +And right now, he was caught in its rage—because space was testing if he was worthy of shaping it. + +And so, Max stopped running. + +He hovered in place, body still, heart pounding, as the tears closed in like jaws ready to clamp shut. + +No more fear. + +No more hesitation. + +If he wanted to touch the Concept, he had to surrender to the unknown, to open his soul and see. + +“Let’s find out,” he whispered to the monolith, to the Concept, to himself. + +“Let’s see what space really is.” + +And in that moment, he began not to run through space—but to walk into it. + +Then, one of the space tear hit him. + +Pain exploded through his core—not just his body, but his sense of being. + +It felt like his very essence was being fragmented, as though pieces of him were being pulled into different directions of existence. + +His breath caught, his vision flickered, and then… something shifted. + +The pain turned into clarity. + +In that brief moment of destruction, Max understood. + +Space wasn’t just a field to cross or a void to manipulate. + +It was structure. + +It was the invisible lattice that held reality together, the threads that connected every atom, every distance, every position. + +And Dimensional Severance—the first level Concept of Space—was not about violence. + +It was about disconnection. + +The ability to unravel the threads that bind everything, to sever those connections at will. + +A tear wasn’t simply ripping matter—it was cutting the laws that held it in place. + +It was removing the rules that said two points had to be next to each other. + +It was rewriting reality. + +And in that moment, with blood dripping, his body trembling, and a tear of space still burning through the air before him, Max took a shaky breath and whispered, “I get it now…” + +He didn’t just understand space. + +He had touched it. + +Touched upon the source of Concept. + +As Max’s body lay broken, flowing in the space tears waiting to be devoured by all other space tears, his eyes widened in realization. + +He understood everything at that moment. + +He understood the first level Concept of Space. + +And with that understanding, a sudden urge to use a space tear birth in Max’s heart. + +‘I’ll just have to create a bigger space tear… one strong enough to swallow them all.’ Max’s thoughts roared through the chaos, burning with determination as the endless swarm of spatial tears closed in around him. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-425.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-425.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb724c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-425.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 425 Success" +slug: "ch-425" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 425 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1211 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +425: Success + +425: Success + +His mind raced as he visualized the structure of space itself—not just as a backdrop to reality, but as something alive, something tangible, something he could grip and rip apart. + +His Three Dimensional Body flickered, resonating with his thoughts as he drew in every last thread of space aura he could muster. + +He didn’t think of survival anymore—he thought of dominion. + +With laser focus, Max concentrated all his gathered space aura to a single point—his index finger. + +He forced it there, condensing the abstract, unstable, chaotic essence of space into a tiny tip of his mortal body. + +Immediately, the consequences came. + +His skin began to peel—not shred, not tear—peel, as though reality itself was trying to remove the part of him now defying its laws. + +Blood burst from his fingertip in thin, red streams, dancing in the bluish air like droplets refusing gravity. + +His finger flickered in and out of reality, vibrating violently, as though it couldn’t decide whether to exist or vanish entirely. + +The pain was blinding, sharp enough to scramble his thoughts, to make his vision blur—but Max held on. + +He clenched his jaw so tightly his teeth ached, every nerve in his body screaming, yet he didn’t flinch. + +And then, when he felt it reach the edge of collapse, when he knew his body couldn’t handle even a moment more, he struck. + +“It’s now or never,” he whispered through blood-stained lips—and slashed. + +His finger cut through the air like a blade through silk. + +Instantly, a dark blue line appeared, jagged and ominous, slicing the very sky open. + +It was thin at first—just a seam—but then it began to widen, growling softly like a beast awakening. + +The space around it groaned, twisted, and buckled as the line expanded, becoming a massive tear in space that pulsed with raw, terrifying energy. + +The air screamed. + +The void howled. + +And then, like a monstrous gaping maw tearing open in the fabric of existence, the massive space tear Max had unleashed widened to its fullest—its edges trembling with unstable, raw dimensional force. + +In the blink of an eye, it pulled the incoming storm of smaller spatial tears into itself, as if they were mere fragments of dust drawn into a black hole. + +One by one, then all at once, the countless deadly rifts rushing toward Max were swallowed whole, consumed in a single, all-devouring gulp that left no trace of their existence behind. + +The tension in the air shattered. + +The pressure pressing against his lungs disappeared. + +And in the wake of that violent absorption, the massive tear itself began to close, slowly folding back in on itself like a wound being sealed by the universe, its jagged edges smoothing into stillness before vanishing completely. + +The sky above him, once howling with chaos, now shimmered with eerie calm. + +The vast blue expanse that surrounded him returned to stillness, like a storm that had raged and passed, leaving only silence behind. + +‘It’s done,’ he thought, a whisper in his fading consciousness as his body hovered weakly in the now-silent, endless blue world. + +The storm of space tears was gone, devoured by the abyss he had torn open himself. + +But the price… + +the price was steep. + +Surviving the strike head-on had already pushed him to the edge—had it not been for the passive protection of his Dragon Scales, layered over his body like a hidden armor of resilience, he knew he would have been obliterated on the spot, scattered through the void like dust. + +Even with that protection, his bones ached with fractures, his muscles twitched with strain, and his nerves burned like fire laced through his veins. + +But what truly brought him to his knees wasn’t the injury—it was exhaustion. + +The sheer toll of comprehending the first level of a Concept, and then manifesting it in the form of that massive, all-devouring space tear, had drained him to the very core. + +Every reserve of energy, every drop of strength, every flicker of aura had been pulled out of him, leaving nothing behind. + +Just empty. + +It had taken everything from him to create that one devastating slash through space, and now, his limbs trembled, heavy as stone, his vision blurring into streaks of blue and white. + +His breathing slowed. + +The silence wrapped around him like a cocoon, peaceful, almost gentle. + +And as his eyelids fell, and his thoughts dimmed, he let go without resistance, his body drifting weightlessly through the void, leaving behind only the faint ripple of space in his wake. + +— + +Outside the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, silence had taken root so deeply it felt as though the air itself had forgotten how to move. + +The experts, warriors, and prodigies from all three races—humans, elves, and demons—stood frozen, their gazes locked on the massive black monolith, where the list of names shimmered with ethereal light. + +And then… it happened. + +A name appeared where no one expected it to. + +Max Voidwalker—glowing, bright, and unmistakable—was now carved into the first line, the very top of the pillar, a place once reserved for only three legendary names, names spoken with reverence throughout the Lost Continent’s long history. + +Now, a fourth name had joined them. + +For a moment, there was no sound—no gasps, no whispers, no scoffing rebuttals—only wide eyes and disbelieving stares. + +But the real shock hadn’t yet begun. + +Because as everyone stood there, processing the impossible, they noticed something else—something that sent a chill rippling through the crowd like a wave crashing through still water. + +Max’s name was still glowing. + +And everyone knew what that meant. + +The assessment wasn’t over. + +He was still inside. + +Still being judged. + +Still climbing. + +That realization hit harder than any lightning bolt. + +People from all three races—arrogant demons who once scoffed at humans, proud elves who had called themselves the guardians of ancient talent, and humans themselves who often felt like the underdogs—stood united in numb disbelief. + +Max Voidwalker had not only reached the summit of historical talent—he had surpassed nearly every genius ever recorded on the continent. + +And yet… the pillar wasn’t finished with him. + +No one dared to speak. + +Because deep down, they all understood something terrifying: if this boy’s name was still glowing… then perhaps even the Pillar of Divine Appraisal didn’t yet know how far he could go. + +Among the crowd of demons gathered on the tenth floor, watching the glowing monolith in stunned silence, one figure stood apart—Korbin, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a deep frown carved into his otherwise calm face. + +His demonic aura simmered beneath his skin, agitated and restless, barely held back by his clenched control. + +His crimson eyes were fixed on the top of the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, where the name Max Voidwalker now gleamed brilliantly, etched into the first line—the highest line, the one even most demons had never dared to dream of reaching. + +And worse… it was still glowing. + +Korbin’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening with every second the name refused to fade. + +At this moment, something sharp and bitter twisted in his gut—not fear, but regret. + +Regret that he hadn’t killed Max earlier, back when he had the chance—when the human was weaker, still finding his footing. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-426.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-426.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5f7b670 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-426.md @@ -0,0 +1,200 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 426 Mysteries" +slug: "ch-426" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 426 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1221 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +426: Mysteries + +426: Mysteries + +Back when Korbin had every opportunity to crush him inside the tower, but instead chose to let him rise, to toy with him, just so he could show how weak humans truly were. + +Now, that mistake was turning into a nightmare. + +“This human…” Korbin muttered, his voice low and icy, breath misting faintly in the charged air. + +“I’ll make sure to kill him.” The words were not loud, but they were soaked in murderous resolve. + +He had seen enough to understand what Max could become if left unchecked—a force that could shake the continent, perhaps even rule it. + +And the demons, proud and ancient, would never allow a human overlord to rise in the Lost Continent. + +Not now. + +Not ever. + +Similarly, among the sea of humans gathered near the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, three individuals stood apart, their very presence drawing subtle yet instinctive attention. + +Unlike the others, these three radiated a sharp, intense aura that bent the air around them, marking them as anything but ordinary. + +Their energies were tightly controlled, yet impossibly strong, hinting at power few dared to provoke. + +They stood calmly, eyes fixed on the monolith where the name Max Voidwalker continued to glow at the top, still locked in assessment. + +One of them, a tall man with short dark hair and a slightly exasperated expression, broke the silence first. + +“This kid… I heard his talent was decent, so I came to check it out with you guys,” he said, scratching the back of his head with a wry smile. + +“But damn, he’s not a genius—he’s a monster.” + +His name was Fagus, and even though he joked often, his words carried weight. + +Next to him, a young woman with striking light-blue hair and a gaze sharp enough to cut steel gave him a withering look. + +“Humph, Fagus, just stop talking, will you?” she snapped, clearly at the edge of her patience. + +Her tone was biting, her expression unreadable, but it was obvious she didn’t appreciate his casual attitude. + +“Luna, you know—” Fagus tried to reply, but before he could finish, the third of their group interrupted. + +“I made a mistake coming with you two fools,” said a calm voice, smooth and emotionless, belonging to a dark-haired man who looked the quietest of the three. + +Both Luna and Fagus instantly turned to glare at him. + +“What do you mean you shouldn’t have come with us, you cool-acting guy?” Fagus snapped back, clearly offended, while Luna just gave him a cold stare that promised violence. + +The calm young man—Adam—shook his head slightly, brushing off their annoyance. + +“Only you two were available when I was heading to the tower,” he replied simply. + +“The last one is missing again, as always. + +And the first one… well, you both know the situation.” + +His voice turned quieter, more serious. + +“Regardless, we should befriend this Max Voidwalker.” His gaze stayed fixed on the glowing name. + +“From what I’ve heard, he seems to hate the humans of our continent. + +Understandably so, after what happened with Lucas. + +But if he learns the truth, he might see things differently.” + +His tone deepened with purpose. + +“Most importantly, we need someone like him right now. + +A genius that outshines all others. + +Someone who can rise above the chaos in the continent.” He turned to look at Luna and Fagus, his expression solemn. + +“So don’t forget why we came here.” + +Luna and Fagus glanced at each other, then both nodded firmly, their previous banter replaced by a mutual seriousness. + +— + +As Max floated weightlessly in the endless blue-hued world, his body swaying like a feather caught in a silent current, he could feel the strength draining from him with each passing second. + +It was as if his very essence was unraveling—his limbs heavy, his breathing faint, his thoughts fading into numbness. + +The exhaustion was so complete, so overwhelming, that it felt less like tiredness and more like death itself creeping in. + +His vision blurred, colors melting into each other, and just as the final grip of consciousness began to slip, his body suddenly surged with a strange dark blue glow. + +Whoosh! + +In the next instant, the entire world around him shattered like glass, and Max vanished from the blue realm. + +He reappeared in a completely different space—one shrouded in grey mist and eerie stillness. + +The sky above him was filled with faintly twinkling stars, cold and distant, while the ground beneath was a grass-covered plain bathed in silence, endless and empty. + +There were no buildings, no sound, no movement—just an ethereal, otherworldly quiet that pressed against his soul. + +Max blinked, stunned. + +“I’m… healed?” he whispered in disbelief, glancing down at his body. + +The pain was gone. + +The bleeding had stopped. + +His muscles no longer screamed in agony. + +A moment ago, he had been on the verge of collapse, hovering at death’s doorstep, and now—he stood whole. + +But just as the relief began to sink in, a force unlike anything he had ever felt descended upon him. + +BOOM. + +It wasn’t a sound. + +It was a presence—an invisible pressure that slammed into his body like a mountain had fallen from the sky. + +His lungs tightened. + +His breath slowed to a crawl. + +His entire body stiffened as if turned to stone. + +“Damn!” Max gritted his teeth, panic rising in his chest. + +“This pressure… it’s the strongest I’ve ever felt!” He could feel no interference with his mana. + +It wasn’t spiritual. + +It wasn’t elemental. + +It was purely physical. + +His body refused to move. + +Not an inch. + +Clenching his jaw, he waited, hoping his Title—Aura of Primordial—would activate and ease the pressure, as it had always done in times of crisis. + +But instead of relief, the pressure intensified, nearly crushing him under its weight. + +“What the hell…? + +Why isn’t Aura of Primordial working?” Max muttered, his eyes narrowing as confusion and alarm surged through him. + +Before he could think further, pain erupted across his skin—his flesh cracking open, muscles stretching unnaturally, and the sound of bones snapping echoed loudly in the still world. + +“Damn it!” Max cursed, his voice strained. + +Even with the passive protection of his Dragon Scales, his body was being torn apart under the weight. + +Then—SLAM! + +The ground rose to meet him with brutal force as he was crushed down like a hammer striking a nail. + +A violent wave of pain surged through every fiber of his being. + +And then, as suddenly as it had come… the pressure vanished. + +Gasping, shaking, Max lay still for a moment before slowly pushing himself up from the cracked earth, panting heavily. + +His mind swirled with questions, but one dominated all the others. + +What was that? + +A test of my physical body? + +It felt like it had come from something ancient, something beyond the ordinary mechanisms of the tower. + +But more importantly, how had the Tower of Truth—or perhaps the Pillar of Divine Appraisal—negated the effects of his Title Aura of Primordial? + +That title had always given him an overwhelming edge, allowing him to resist pressures and forces that others couldn’t even withstand. + +And yet, here—it had been rendered useless. + +‘Just what kind of place is this?’ Max wondered, unease creeping into his bones. + +“You are here.” Just then a cold, emotionless voice sounded from behind him. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-427.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-427.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f4fce4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-427.md @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 427 Temple Spirit" +slug: "ch-427" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 427 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +427: Temple Spirit + +427: Temple Spirit + +“Who?!” Max shouted instinctively, his body spinning around in full alert. + +His eyes narrowed sharply, and in the dense, swirling grey mist that hung like a blanket over the eerie world, he saw them—two narrow, glowing red eyes watching him silently from within the fog. + +They floated there, unmoving, fixed on him with a gaze that felt ancient and unblinking. + +“What?!” Max gasped, instinctively retreating several steps back, his footing cautious but urgent as he readied himself for whatever entity this was. + +The pressure he’d just endured still echoed in his bones, and now this? + +Before he could brace for a fight, a deep voice echoed through the mist—calm, powerful, and oddly emotionless. + +“Do not fear me, human,” the voice said, not with malice, but with the undeniable authority of something that had existed far longer than him. + +Max’s eyes remained cautious, but his breath steadied. + +“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice firm despite the lingering unease. + +“I am the spirit bound to this tower,” the voice replied, the red eyes still hovering in the mist like two burning stars. + +“I am the one who oversees every trial, every floor, every path. + +I am the will of the Tower of Truth.” + +Max’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t let it show. + +Now that he knew what he was facing, his mind calmed. + +He wasn’t dealing with an enemy—but a test, a force of judgment. + +“What do you want?” he asked, his voice composed now, eyes sharp and ready. + +The red eyes blinked slowly, and the mist seemed to ripple as the voice answered. + +“Your talent… is the greatest I have witnessed in the million years I have presided over this tower,” it said with a strange reverence. + +“You have surpassed every trial. + +You have endured the tests of body, mind, and law. + +But…” the voice paused, its tone shifting slightly. + +“But?” Max pressed, his brow furrowing as he stepped forward. + +“But I have yet to see the limits of your talent,” the spirit replied, its voice heavier now. + +“Even now, I cannot determine where your potential ends—if it ends at all. + +And because of that, I cannot accurately judge where your place should be among the legends of this world. + +You have passed all that was required… but you have not yet revealed your peak.” + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued, his heart starting to thump again—but this time, it wasn’t fear. + +It was interest. + +“There are more tests,” the spirit continued, its voice rumbling like thunder behind clouds. + +“Optional. + +Dangerous. + +Not designed for those who merely wish to pass—but for those who wish to ascend. + +I am asking you… not commanding… to take them.” + +“Oh? + +More tests?” Max’s eyes gleamed with interest, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as intrigue took root in his mind. + +A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. + +“Would these tests come with… additional rewards?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, voice casual but eyes sharp with curiosity. + +“It depends on your performance,” the voice answered, steady and neutral, yet not without a trace of ancient pride. + +“But yes, rewards are possible. + +However, I must warn you… these tests will not be ordinary. + +They are dangerous. + +Extremely so. + +Because the trials you are about to face have never been unlocked by anyone else in the history of this tower.” The red eyes in the mist glowed faintly brighter as it continued. + +“You, Max Voidwalker, will be the first.” + +Max’s expression turned more serious, his brows drawing slightly together as he absorbed the weight of those words. + +The idea that no one—not even the legendary names etched into the top of the pillar—had reached this point stirred something deep within him. + +“The one who built this tower… he created it to assess talent,” the voice continued, tone shifting slightly, as if revealing something personal. + +“He wished to find beings of exceptional potential, even in this tiny, remote world, tucked away in the far corners of the mortal realms. + +It was not for conquest. + +It was for refinement—of his mind, and of others.” + +Max frowned, a flicker of suspicion forming behind his sharp gaze. + +“Wait,” he said slowly, the name slipping from his mouth like a question wrapped in caution. + +“Do you… do you happen to know what race the original owner of this tower belonged to?” + +“Of course I know,” the voice answered smoothly, with no hesitation. + +“Primordial Race. + +That was the race of my master.” + +“Primordial Race?” Max repeated under his breath, his frown deepening. + +He searched his memory but came up blank. + +He had never heard of such a race—not in the Lower Domain, not in the countless histories or tomes he had skimmed through. + +Could it be a race so ancient, so distant, that their name had long faded from all records? + +Or a race existing in the Middle Domain? + +“Don’t waste your thoughts over it,” the spirit said, clearly reading the confusion on Max’s face. + +“Just know this—Primordial is not a title you earn. + +It is what you are. + +And the Primordial Race… is one of the strongest in all of reality.” + +The weight of those words fell on Max like a stone, sinking into his mind. + +He didn’t ask further. + +He didn’t need to. + +The voice continued. + +“Now that your questions have been answered… the test shall begin soon.” + +And with that final declaration, the grey mist around Max began to shift and dissolve like a vanishing illusion. + +Slowly, the air cleared, revealing a new figure standing a short distance before him. + +It was human in shape, wielding a sword—silent, still—but its features were completely masked, blurred by a fog-like distortion that clung to it like armor. + +It was neither male nor female, neither old nor young. + +Just a presence. + +A challenge. + +“This is the soul mark of a dead warrior. + +You will have to defeat him,” the voice echoed calmly, as if it were announcing something as mundane as a training session. + +Max’s gaze remained locked on the mist-wreathed figure ahead, unmoving, faceless, yet somehow exuding a silent, overwhelming presence that made the air feel heavy. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-428.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-428.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73c47c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-428.md @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 428 Broken Sword Moves" +slug: "ch-428" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 428 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1117 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +428: Broken Sword Moves + +428: Broken Sword Moves + +“How strong is he?” Max asked, slowly drawing his sword, its familiar weight grounding him as a flicker of tension coiled through his muscles. + +“While alive, he was as strong as a Divine Rank expert of this world,” came the reply, unhurried and emotionless. + +“Divine Rank?!” Max’s voice cracked in disbelief, his eyes widening as his heartbeat instantly quickened. + +That single phrase hit him like a thunderclap. + +Divine Rank was not just a title—it was the summit, the legendary peak of strength in planet Acaris. + +Individuals at that level were revered as gods in mortal flesh, capable of splitting mountains with a breath and erasing cities with a flick of their hand. + +Max had heard tales, myths even, about Divine Rank beings—but never had he imagined he would face one, even in this kind of trial. + +The very idea was staggering. + +“You don’t need to be afraid,” the spirit continued, its voice steady, as if to soothe his spiraling thoughts. + +“This is but a soul mark, a remnant left by that warrior when he was still alive. + +He is not here in flesh, nor in full strength. + +This projection will use the same level of strength you currently possess to fight you. + +You are evenly matched in raw power.” + +“I see…” Max muttered, exhaling slowly, his eyes narrowing. + +But even with that clarification, he didn’t let his guard down for a second. + +A Divine Rank expert, even when reduced to his level of power, wasn’t simply a warrior weakened. + +That man’s years of experience, mastery over countless laws, and perfect refinement of techniques would not have faded with his strength. + +His instincts, his rhythm in battle, the deadliness of his timing—they would all still be intact. + +In the hands of such a person, even basic moves became fatal. + +Max understood this clearly. + +‘Let’s test its strength,’ Max thought, eyes narrowing as his grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. + +The mist-cloaked warrior before him stood silently, unmoving, sword loosely in hand, as if even the act of raising it was unnecessary. + +Max stepped forward with no hesitation, his aura surging, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance with a burst of speed, slashing his blade horizontally toward the figure’s midsection. + +Clang! + +The strike was fast, fluid, perfectly executed—a move drawn from the Elite Sword Arts, a martial discipline Max had honed to precision. + +But the moment his sword neared its target, the warrior’s blade rose with minimal motion, perfectly angled to parry. + +The clash rang out like steel striking a mountain, and Max was forced back a step. + +His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t slow. + +He weaved in and out, launching a flurry of rapid slashes, spinning strikes, sharp thrusts—every movement an expression of his refined swordsmanship. + +The grass beneath them tore with the force of each exchange, and gusts of wind exploded from the rhythm of their blades colliding. + +But no matter how fluid Max’s movements were… no matter how sharp, how deliberate, how technically sound—every single strike was blocked. + +Not parried violently. + +Not deflected with overwhelming strength. + +Blocked—calmly, with eerie precision. + +The warrior’s sword never wavered, never faltered. + +It moved only as much as necessary, rotating at the perfect angles, anticipating every blow Max attempted to land. + +It was as if he could read Max’s every thought, every twitch of muscle before it even happened. + +Max gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he leapt backward, chest rising and falling from the intensity. + +“Enough,” he muttered under his breath, eyes flashing. + +He took a deep breath, then lifted his sword and shifted his stance. + +“Elite Sword Arts—Horizontal Break!” he roared, slashing with both arms in a sweeping horizontal arc, his blade generating a violent crescent of sword force that cut through the ground like a divine cleaver. + +The wind screamed as the arc tore toward the warrior with ferocious intent. + +The warrior’s sword moved. + +A simple, upward tilt. + +Clang! + +The powerful arc exploded against his defense and vanished into light. + +Max’s eyes widened—but he was already in motion. + +“Elite Sword Arts—Skyfall Split!” he shouted, jumping high into the air, spinning mid-flight and bringing his sword down like a falling meteor. + +The blade glowed as it cleaved downward, splitting the air with sheer momentum. + +The warrior raised his sword overhead—clang!—and blocked it again, his stance firm like a mountain unmoved by storms. + +Max’s feet hit the ground with a thunderous impact, but his expression was grim now, jaw clenched tightly. + +His aura exploded around him. + +“Then take everything—Elite Sword Arts—Heaven Cleave!” Max howled, sword glowing with radiant light, aura coiling around his arms and blade like a coiling dragon. + +He charged with all the strength left in him, slashing upward diagonally with a strike that could sever boulders, tear through towers, and crush any enemy beneath the heavens. + +It was a move forged not from imitation, but from evolution—his personal creation, molded from the very bones of the Elite Sword Arts. + +All the other two moves were the same. + +But once again, just as the blade neared its target, the warrior’s sword moved ever so slightly. + +Clang! + +The impact was thunderous, shockwaves rippling through the air, the ground beneath the warrior’s feet cracking—but not a step was taken. + +Not a scratch was made. + +Max stood there, panting, trembling, blade lowered slightly as disbelief shadowed his face. + +He had used everything. + +Every ounce of technique, strength, and will… and yet, the warrior hadn’t even attacked. + +He had only defended—and Max hadn’t been able to break through even once. + +The silence that followed was deafening. + +Max’s knuckles tightened on the hilt of his sword as the truth became clear. + +Even reduced to his level, a warrior who once stood at the Divine Rank could not be overcome by swordsmanship alone. + +The warrior in front of him hadn’t moved a step, hadn’t even counterattacked once—yet had rendered his most powerful techniques meaningless with mere blocks. + +It wasn’t brute strength. + +It was refinement. + +Precision. + +Mastery. + +Max lowered his sword slightly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his heart, but his mind was already spiraling into reflection. + +‘Why…?’ he thought, eyes narrowing on the motionless figure ahead. + +‘Why did none of my attacks work?’ + +‘Is it… my mastery over sword aura that’s holding me back?’ He wondered, recalling Blob’s harsh but honest words from earlier. + +He had spread himself thin, juggling multiple laws, dabbling in everything but mastering none. + +Could it be that his sword aura—once his foundation—had grown dull from neglect? + +Or… was it something deeper? + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-429.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-429.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..81fd243 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-429.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 429 Grasping Truth" +slug: "ch-429" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 429 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1049 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +429: Grasping Truth + +429: Grasping Truth + +His brows furrowed as he recalled the path he had taken to create his signature techniques. + +They were molded from the foundation of Elite Sword Arts, yes, but shaped hastily in battle after battle, refined through intuition more than structured evolution. + +‘Could the technique itself be flawed?’ he thought, his grip tightening slightly. + +‘Have I only scratched the surface of what it could become?’ His mind traced back every movement—Horizontal Break, Skyfall Split, Heaven Cleave—they were powerful, yes, but maybe they were built on an imperfect understanding of the sword. + +‘Horizontal Break was built upon a very simplified version of a horizontal slash… Skyfall Split was a simplified version of a downward slash… and Heaven Cleave was an upward slash, slashing at the heavens.’ Max’s mind wandered deep into the foundations of the techniques he had created, replaying every motion, every angle, every intent behind each swing. + +He stood in silence, his sword lowered, the ghostly figure of the warrior still as a statue before him. + +In his heart, a quiet frustration began to stir—not out of failure, but out of realization. + +‘I molded those moves from Elite Sword Arts, he reflected, gaze drifting down to his blade. + +And the Elite Sword Arts themselves were a direct evolution of the Basic Sword Arts. + +Which means… their core is simplicity.’ + +That was the essence of what made them powerful—direct, sharp, efficient. + +And he had embraced that simplicity fully when crafting his three signature moves. + +Horizontal Break was nothing more than a refined horizontal slash, stripped of unnecessary movement and built for speed and clean impact. + +Skyfall Split took the concept of a descending slash and forged it into something meant to dominate from above. + +And Heaven Cleave had been his attempt to cut through the very skies—an upward swing with all his power and ambition behind it. + +But now, standing bruised and breathless before a warrior who had simply blocked them all, Max saw it clearly. + +Simplicity wasn’t the problem—but his reliance on it was. + +The three moves, for all their raw power and polished execution, were ultimately built from the most basic forms of swordplay. + +Max closed his eyes, letting the silence of the grey world settle deep within him as he stood unmoving, sword resting by his side. + +He reflected on every slash he had thrown, every technique he had forged, and every lesson buried beneath his struggles. + +For the first time, he let go of the obsession to overpower, to dominate with force or flair, and simply listened—to his instincts, to the sword in his hand, to the memory of the countless years he had spent training alone in silence. + +Then, slowly, like light breaking through fog, understanding dawned upon him. + +“I see,” he muttered, voice low and steady as he opened his eyes, the haze of confusion finally cleared. + +He stepped forward, holding his sword in his right hand, and lowered into a stance—not a grand or flashy one, but one born from absolute calm. + +He drew in a slow, silent breath, centering every ounce of energy within him, his aura quiet, his heart still. + +And then… he moved. + +One slash. + +A single horizontal sweep of his sword—no technique name, no explosive aura, no excess movement. + +It was as simple as it could possibly be. + +But in that simplicity, there was clarity, purpose, and intent sharpened to perfection. + +The warrior before him reacted instantly, stepping forward and slashing with his own sword, ready to counter like before. + +Clang! + +The sound rang through the stillness like a bell struck by lightning—a deep, resonating clash that echoed with finality. + +But this time, it was different. + +The moment the blades met, a shiver passed through the warrior’s weapon, a thin crack forming across the steel. + +And then, before Max’s eyes, the sword of the ancient warrior shattered, fragments bursting into shimmering dust. + +The faceless figure froze for a brief heartbeat—and then his entire form crumbled into particles of light, dissolving into the mist like a spirit released from its duty. + +“The way of simplicity has to be both from mind and technique,” Max muttered under his breath, his voice soft yet carrying the weight of newfound understanding. + +At last, he had comprehended something deeper—something that had always been there, etched into his movements, buried within his habits, and whispered through every swing of his sword. + +All his life since he had awakened, he had trained in the Basic Sword Arts. + +Day after day, repetition after repetition, he had drilled those forms into muscle and bone, refining them, evolving them into what became known as the Elite Sword Arts. + +He hadn’t chased flashy moves or complex techniques. + +He had simply perfected the basics. + +And that—that—was the path his sword had walked from the very beginning. + +It wasn’t about overloading his style with layers of force, speed, or intricate sequences. + +It was about purity. + +About cutting away the unnecessary until only what mattered remained. + +His strength wasn’t born from chaos—it was forged through clarity. + +His sword wasn’t a wild beast—it was a still lake, silent until the moment it struck. + +And now, with that truth finally embraced, Max could feel it—not just in his mind, but in his soul. + +His sword way… was simplicity itself. + +“Kid, you’re just one step away from entering the realm of the Concept of Sword,” Blob’s voice echoed in Max’s ears, calm but carrying a trace of rare approval. + +“Now you finally understand… just how monstrous you could become if you actually put effort into your auras.” + +The words struck Max not as a scolding, but as a mirror reflecting a truth he had finally come to accept. + +He stood there in that quiet, grey world, the mist now still, his sword lowered but not forgotten, and he let those words settle deep into him. + +He had always chased breadth over depth—spreading himself across laws, trying to master them all, merging auras into a strange blend, never truly understanding each one’s potential. + +But now, having finally felt the depth that came from walking one true path with both body and mind, he saw what Blob had meant all along. + +Simplicity wasn’t weakness—it was mastery distilled. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-43.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-43.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13af20a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-43.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 43: Dimension of Spirits" +slug: "ch-43" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 43 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1316 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max didn’t head directly to the shop for the spirits. Instead, he first approached a stall full of masks. However, due to the chaos, the stall was overturned, and masks were scattered everywhere. + +He picked one up and inspected it, only to notice that it strangely had no holes for the eyes to see through. The mask was completely white in color. + +"I don’t need eyes when I’m in Three Dimensional Body mode," Max muttered as he put the mask on. Darkness swallowed his vision, but it was quickly replaced by a much clearer view of everything happening around him. + +With the mask on, he didn’t waste any time and made his way toward the shop. + +As he walked, he ignored all the monsters that came his way. His priority was to ensure he saved Mimi’s friends. + +Some time later, Max stood before the shop, surrounded by monsters roaming the market. + +He took note of his targets and approached them. No one questioned what he was doing or what he wanted. Most people were either engaged in battles with the monsters or running for their lives. + +’Could the spirits be stored inside my body?’ Max wondered, reaching for the sphere containing the fire spirit. + +Almost instantly, a notification appeared before him. + +[Max Voidwalker has come in contact with the spirits.] + +[Conditions met.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for unlocking the Dimension of Spirits.] + +Seeing the three notifications, Max smiled slightly as new memories about the Dimension of Spirits flooded his mind. + +’I see… So this Dimension of Spirits can be used to store spirits and even help them grow,’ Max mused, understanding the full potential of the Dimension of Spirits. + +Turning to the two spirits, he touched both the fire spirit and the frost spirit, bringing them both inside the Dimension of Spirits. + +"Now that it’s done, I can start killing these monsters," Max muttered, glancing at Mimi, who was patiently waiting for him. "But on second thought, let the others handle it. This dungeon is only an F-rank dungeon, anyway." + +--- + +Mimi looked around for Max, wondering when her Big Brother would arrive. + +"I’m here, Mimi," Max said, patting her head as he appeared before her. + +"You brought my friends?" Mimi asked, her face lighting up with a wide, delighted smile. + +Max nodded. "They’re with me. But I can’t take them out for now since there are bad people everywhere." + +"Mimi understands. I will wait some more," Mimi said. + +Max nodded and glanced around at the chaos. + +It was then that he noticed a huge minotaur wielding a sword, fighting a group of people. The group was barely dealing any damage to it. + +Max sighed when he saw their situation. "Mimi, could you wait for a few more minutes? Big Brother wants to kill those bad monsters." + +Mimi thought for a moment. "Then Mimi will come with Big Brother," she said, and vanished before Max. + +’She’s gone or...’ Max closed his eyes and saw that she had appeared in his Dimension of Spirits, where she began playing with her friends. ’Is she also a spirit?’ He wondered. Her powers and abilities made him believe she couldn’t possibly be human. + +"Big Brother, go kill the bad monsters. Mimi will play with Mimi’s friends." + +Just then, Mimi’s voice rang in Max’s ears. + +"Alright, Mimi," Max said before dashing toward the Minotaur. + +--- + +The group of people fighting the Minotaur was barely holding their ground. Every sword strike from the beast sent them flying, while others were continuously struck and thrown as they fought the Minotaur again and again, leading to a losing battle. + +Jane Market was one of the few small markets scattered across Crestford City, with most people’s strengths ranging from level 5 to level 8. It was rare to see anyone at level 9, and level 10 had almost become extinct in Jane Market. + +Those with higher strengths would prefer to shop at larger markets and would not be interested in a place full of stalls and small shops. + +As a result, the market lacked many high-ranking fighters. Only a few people with decent strength would come to this small market to shop. + +Because of this, the Minotaur, a boss-ranked monster at level 10, could easily reign over these people. + +When the minotaur sent the group flying away once again, Max appeared before the group and shouted, "Get away. I’ll handle it." + +Just as he did, the Minotaur swung his sword down at Max. + +"Hey, kid! Watch out!" one of the people shouted, noticing that Max’s strength was only at level 5. + +Max smiled behind the mask and activated the power of four Draconic Essences. + +A wild aura emanated from his body as untamed strength coursed through him. + +At that moment, the Minotaur’s sword came crashing down. + +The people who had been fighting the Minotaur turned their eyes away from Max, not wanting to witness the gruesome scene of his body being torn apart by the sword. + +"Chak!" + +The sword landed, but there was no blood or bones, no carnage taking many by surprise. + +Only some of them saw what actually happened. + +As the massive sword was about to strike, Max calmly extended his hand, effortlessly catching the blade. The ground beneath him cracked under the immense force of the blow, but Max remained still, composed, his expression unbothered. + +It was as if he were holding an ordinary weapon, not the enormous, heavy blade of the raging Minotaur that had just attacked him. + +"How about this?" Max said, his voice calm yet carrying a dangerous edge. Channeling the power of five Draconic Essences, he tightened his grip on the massive sword. + +Shatter! + +To everyone’s shock, the enormous blade disintegrated into countless shards, scattering like fragments of a broken mirror. The sound of the sword’s destruction echoed through the area, leaving the onlookers frozen in disbelief. + +The Minotaur stared blankly at his hand, his sword gone before his eyes, then his gaze blazed with fury. He turned his attention to Max and punched down with both his fists. + +Max blocked the two fists with his left arm before delivering a powerful fist of his own. + +Bang! + +The Minotaur was sent flying, like a broken kite, but it wasn’t dead—not yet. + +Using the unmatched speed of Level 100 Swift Dash, Max vanished in a blur and reappeared high above the Minotaur, who was still hurtling backward through the air. + +His fist glowed with the raw might of six Draconic Essences, and with a roar of power, he slammed it down with earth-shattering force. + +BANG! + +The impact was devastating. The Minotaur was obliterated into the ground, leaving a massive crater in its wake. Blood and shattered bones splattered in every direction, painting the battlefield with the remnants of its once-mighty form. + +The sheer power left the air vibrating, and the onlookers stood stunned in silence. They couldn’t believe that a level 5 kid could possess such strength. + +"Who is this kid? He has such strength!" + +"He’s very mysterious. Look at the mask he’s wearing; how could he see anything without holes in it?" + +"I’m even wondering if he’s a kid. Only those in the Apprentice Rank would have such strength." + +"I think he is a kid. Didn’t you hear his voice when he shouted at us?" + +"If he is indeed a kid, then he’s one hell of a genius. Killing a level 10 monster this easily at level 5 is not something anyone can do." + +Max overheard their comments and looked at them. "Are you all fine?" he asked. + +"We’re fine, kid," one of the people said, exchanging glances with the others. He continued, "Kid, since you saved us, we won’t let you leave empty-handed. Ask for anything, and we’ll give it to you for free." + +Max contemplated for a moment, and an idea surfaced in his mind. "I have a deal I’m sure you guys will like it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-430.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-430.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..99d4c34 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-430.md @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 430 Authority" +slug: "ch-430" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 430 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +430: Authority + +430: Authority + +“I’ve learned,” Max said, his voice genuine, steady, and filled with gratitude. + +“And it’s all thanks to you, Blob.” + +He wasn’t speaking out of politeness—he meant every word. + +If Blob hadn’t stopped him, hadn’t challenged him, hadn’t planted the seed of doubt in his overconfident path… Max knew he would have kept walking that broad, hollow road, mistaking accumulation for progress. + +“Good, but there are more to follow,” the tower spirit’s voice echoed once more in Max’s mind, calm yet unwavering, as another figure began to emerge from the thick grey mist. + +Slowly, step by step, a new warrior took form—its silhouette familiar yet unknown, carrying a pressure that promised another fierce trial. + +But this time, Max didn’t tense. + +He didn’t brace in fear. + +A small smile tugged at his lips, sharp and eager. + +“Good,” he muttered, his voice low with anticipation. + +“I was itching for a battle right now.” + +His eyes gleamed with quiet fire, not because he sought victory, but because he wanted to test—to hone and consolidate everything he had just understood. + +The simplicity of the sword. + +The clarity of intent. + +The flow of motion and thought as one. + +What followed in the next series of battles wasn’t just a display of raw strength or reckless offense—it was the quiet blooming of a warrior carving his path with unwavering focus. + +Warrior after warrior emerged from the mist—some fast, some overwhelming, some wielding strange weapons or rare elemental auras. + +But Max, with nothing more than his sword and the resolve forged from his newfound understanding, faced each one without hesitation. + +He parried, slashed, sidestepped, and struck—all with a rhythm that felt less like battle and more like a flowing dance of purpose. + +Through every battle, his grip on his sword way deepened, sharpened like the edge of his blade. + +One step, one breath, one swing—no wasted motion. + +The warriors fell, not in grand explosions or chaotic flurries, but in moments of cold, exact conclusion. + +In the end, all the most warriors were defeated as the red narrowed eyes once again appeared in the mist around Max. + +“Is that all?” Max asked. + +“The tests have not ended yet.” The temple spirit said. + +“Come on then.” Max said pointing his sword at the tower spirit. + +— + +Outside the towering presence of the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, tension hung like a thick cloud over the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth. + +The vast stone platform, usually calm and meditative, was now crowded with figures from all three races—humans, elves, and demons—all gathered for one singular purpose: waiting for Max Voidwalker. + +What had begun as mild curiosity had now evolved into a spectacle that drew even the most reclusive of geniuses from their solitude. + +Especially demons. + +More and more demons arrived with every passing moment, their dark cloaks fluttering, their sharp eyes narrowed with suspicion and growing irritation. + +Their numbers swelled, their presence heavy, radiating an oppressive aura that only fueled the tension in the air. + +Among them, whispers and growls echoed—questions turning to complaints, complaints turning to frustration. + +“Why is he still inside?” some muttered. + +“How long can one man take?” + +The glowing name Max Voidwalker still shone brilliantly at the very top of the monolith, the first line where only legends had once stood, and its steady light reminded everyone that his assessment hadn’t yet ended. + +And that alone had stunned even the most arrogant among them. + +Elves stood in quiet contemplation, humans tried to mask their anticipation, but it was the demons who grew visibly restless. + +Their pride wounded, their patience thinning. + +No one had ever remained within the assessment for this long. + +No one. + +The longer Max stayed inside, the more his name began to cast a shadow over everyone present. + +Each second that passed without his emergence only added more weight to his legend. + +For the first time in ages, the geniuses of all three races—those who were hailed as future monarchs and unrivaled talents—felt small, waiting not for an equal, but for something that might far surpass them all. + +And the demons, prideful and stubborn, were beginning to hate that feeling. + +They had always suppress humans at the bottom, treated them like livestocks so seeing not one but two humans rising so fast in the Pillar of Divine Appraisal irked them the most. + +They couldn’t wait to slaughter them all. + +Just then, a heavy-built figure appeared in the tenth floor, his presence shifting the very air in the room. + +A hulking demon with sharp crimson eyes and a massive black sword strapped across his back walked forward with slow, purposeful steps, his aura immediately blanketing the space in a heavy silence. + +His gaze swept across the crowd, piercing through elves, humans, and fellow demons alike, before locking onto the towering Pillar of Divine Appraisal in the distance—its first line still glowing with the name Max Voidwalker. + +As soon as the demon entered, all eyes turned toward him, the atmosphere shifting from tense anticipation to stunned apprehension. + +Even the whispering stopped for a heartbeat, until the murmurs began to ripple once more—this time laced with shock and dread. + +“Is that… Craig? + +The Number One Seat of the Demon Race?” + +“Damn, that’s Craig! + +He’s actually come here? + +Does that mean he’s going to kill Max?!” + +“I wouldn’t be surprised. + +He holds an Authority… he can kill anyone in the Tower if it’s with his own strength.” + +“This just got interesting.” + +Demons were celebrating seeing him in the tenth floor while humans were frowning hard and so did the elves seeing that demon. + +Princess Lenavira’s eyes narrowed the moment she caught sight of the demon. + +Her usually composed face darkened, a flicker of warning flaring in her gaze. + +Alice, noticing the shift, turned to her curiously. + +“Big Sis Lena, is that guy dangerous?” she asked, her tone still light, unaware of the weight behind the growing tension. + +Lenavira’s voice dropped low, her expression grim. + +“He’s more than dangerous. + +That’s Craig—the First Seat of the Demon Race. + +One of the top geniuses across all three races. + +He’s not just strong… he’s been given Authority. + +He can kill anyone he wants.” + +Alice blinked in confusion. + +“Authority? + +What do you mean? + +I thought killing was only allowed inside the arena. + +Isn’t it impossible to kill someone in the Tower otherwise?” + +“You’re right,” Lenavira nodded, her voice heavy. + +“Normally, it is impossible. + +The Tower doesn’t allow death outside the arena. + +But there are exceptions. + +Each race’s five-seat members—those at the peak of genius—are granted one chance. + +One time where they can legally kill anyone in the tower with their own strength. + +That one chance… is called Authority.” + +She paused, her gaze hardening as she looked at Craig’s looming figure. + +“And if Craig decides to use it… the Tower won’t stop him. + +He could kill Max, right here. + +And there would be nothing we could do.” + +Alice’s eyes widened, her earlier curiosity giving way to shock. + +Her heart clenched as she stared at Craig. + +“What…?” she breathed, the word barely escaping her lips. + +For the first time, she realized just how twisted and dangerous the politics of power within the Tower truly were. + +And somewhere inside her, a chilling thought settled in—’Max doesn’t even know this.’ + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-431.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-431.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eac50a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-431.md @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 431 Declaration of Kill" +slug: "ch-431" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 431 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +431: Declaration of Kill + +431: Declaration of Kill + +As if to validate every word Princess Lenavira had just spoken, Craig’s towering figure stepped confidently into the very center of the tenth-floor hall, his black cloak billowing behind him as his cold gaze swept across the gathered crowd. + +The murmur of conversation died instantly, the silence thick and oppressive as all eyes turned to him. + +With a voice like grinding stone—deep, powerful, and commanding—he spoke, his words echoing through the vast chamber. + +“Today, I have come here to the tenth hall for a very special reason. + +As you all know, a very funny situation has arisen in the Tower of Truth. + +A human—from a foreign land, no less—has not only reached the top of the Pillar of Divine Appraisal but has surpassed the talent of anyone who has ever lived in the Lost Continent.” His voice was calm, but every word was laced with venomous disdain. + +He took a few steps forward, his boots thudding heavily against the ground as the pressure around him intensified. + +“And I can’t stand it,” he said flatly, his tone shifting into something colder. + +“I, as a demon, already detest him. + +He’s a human… he’s from Valora Continent, and he’s killed some of my men. + +That alone would be enough reason to make him my enemy.” + +His eyes glinted as he raised his voice just slightly, turning in a slow circle to address everyone from every race gathered in the hall—humans, elves, demons alike. + +“And so, I’m going to use my Authority on him,” he declared, his words sending a ripple of gasps and widening eyes through the crowd. + +“And this will be your chance to witness the rare occasions when an Authority is actually used.” + +The crowd didn’t stir much at Craig’s declaration, nor did they seem shocked or outraged—because deep down, they had expected this outcome from the very beginning. + +The arrival of the Number One Seat of the Demon Race, a figure so feared and revered that even other demons kept their distance, wasn’t for show. + +No one truly believed he had come merely to observe the outcome of Max Voidwalker’s assessment.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +No, his very presence had screamed intent—the intent to kill. + +From the moment Craig stepped into the hall, clad in dark armor and exuding a suffocating aura of dominance, it was clear to every genius, every elite gathered there, that this was a calculated move. + +And as they saw his eyes locked on the glowing name of Max Voidwalker, still etched atop the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, still shining with brilliance that refused to fade, there could only be one conclusion. + +Max was the target. + +The only one in the tower worthy of having someone like Craig use his Authority on. + +The crowd may not have spoken aloud, but their silence was its own kind of agreement—a collective acceptance of what was about to unfold. + +The rules of the tower were known. + +The privileges of the Five Seats were no secret. + +And to use the Authority—to burn the right to kill once in three years—meant Craig wasn’t here to make a statement. + +He was here to end a rising star before that star could reach a height that not even the strongest demon could touch. + +Whether they supported Craig’s reasoning or despised his method, one truth echoed in the hearts of everyone present: Max’s return from the assessment would no longer be met with awe. + +It would be met with blood. + +“Humph, as if it’s that easy to kill him,” a calm yet cold voice rang out through the hall, slicing through the thick tension like a blade. + +Not everyone was convinced by Craig’s grand declaration. + +And not everyone was ready to stand by and watch. + +A figure stepped forward from the crowd, his stride steady, his eyes sharp with quiet defiance—Adam, the Second Seat of the Human Race, now standing directly in Craig’s path. + +A hush swept through the hall as all eyes turned to him, the weight of his presence a direct challenge to the demon’s intent. + +Craig’s crimson eyes narrowed, a sneer creeping onto his face as he recognized the challenger. + +“Adam… you think you can stop me? + +That you can prevent what’s already been decided?” His voice was mocking, but the malice in it was real. + +“I will kill him.” + +Adam merely shrugged, unbothered, his expression calm and composed. + +“Then I suppose,” he said coolly, “I’ll have no choice but to use my Authority on you.” + +The crowd gasped. + +Craig’s sneer deepened, twisted with amusement. + +“Are you sure you can kill me on your own?” he asked, the arrogance in his tone boiling over. + +His confidence was absolute, forged from years of dominance and fear. + +But before Adam could answer, another presence appeared behind him, smooth and casual, as if he had been there all along. + +“He isn’t alone, you know?” came the voice of Fagus, the Fourth Seat of the Human Race, his hands behind his back, expression unreadable as he joined Adam’s side without fanfare. + +Craig barked a laugh, amused rather than surprised. + +“Hahaha… so the Moon Faction shows its face.” He folded his arms, his tone dripping with scorn. + +“You two… from the Moon Faction, right? + +Thought so.” + +Adam and Fagus didn’t react to the taunt. + +Their expressions remained steady, unmoved. + +Craig continued, sneering. + +“From what I’ve heard, the human race has already turned on Max. + +Couldn’t wait to gut him themselves. + +But it seems that was the Sun Faction. + +You Moon Faction rats seem to have other ideas.” His eyes flickered with killing intent. + +“But none of that matters. + +One Second Seat, and one Fourth Seat… together, you still can’t kill me.” + +His smirk turned cruel. + +“But I can kill you. + +Just one of you. + +That’s all it’ll take. + +One death… to make sure your human race suffers the worst.” The air around him trembled with demonic aura, thick and violent, as the crowd recoiled slightly from the building tension. + +But Adam and Fagus stood firm, their resolve burning quietly in their eyes. + +Craig might have Authority, but so did they—and they weren’t about to let him touch Max without a fight. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-432.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-432.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6b2e08 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-432.md @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 432 A Complicated Situation" +slug: "ch-432" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 432 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1070 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +432: A Complicated Situation + +432: A Complicated Situation + +“Kill us? + +Craig, are you forgetting something?” Fagus sneered, taking a half-step forward, his arms still behind his back, posture relaxed but words sharp as blades. + +“If you go through with killing Max, your Authority will be used up the moment the battle starts. + +You’ll lose it the second you initiate combat. + +Which means—after that—you won’t be able to touch anyone else. + +Not Adam. + +Not me. + +No one.” + +The words struck like a hammer, ringing clear through the tense silence that had overtaken the hall. + +Craig’s grin faltered, the smugness in his eyes giving way to a flicker of hesitation. + +His jaw clenched tightly, and his frown deepened as the implications sank in. + +Fagus was right. + +Authority wasn’t limitless—it was a one-time privilege. + +The moment he launched an attack on Max, it would be considered used, and then? + +He’d be just like everyone else, bound by the Tower’s unbreakable rules. + +No killing. + +No second chance. + +Craig didn’t waver outwardly, but inside, a storm raged. + +He couldn’t back down—not with the eyes of the entire Tower watching, not with the weight of the Demon Race’s pride, and definitely not with the orders he had received from the higher-ups in the Expert Rank. + +They had made it clear—Max Voidwalker was a threat that needed to be eliminated before he rose any further. + +Disobeying wasn’t an option. + +Not now. + +Not yet. + +‘Damn,’ he cursed internally, gritting his teeth so hard he thought they might crack. + +The situation had spiraled beyond what he’d expected. + +He hadn’t anticipated this much resistance, especially not from the humans themselves, and certainly not at this speed. + +And then—like the tension wasn’t thick enough—another figure stepped forward, emerging from the gathering of elves like a flame through mist. + +A woman with flowing crimson hair and a smile that held equal parts charm and danger. + +Her beauty was mesmerizing, otherworldly, and her eyes shimmered with casual amusement. + +“While I have no real care for humans,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk but carrying a razor edge, “I would absolutely love the opportunity to kill you, Craig—even if I have to use my Authority to do it.” + +Gasps rang out through the floor. + +“That’s Arier…!” a demon whispered harshly, his voice trembling. + +“The Second Seat of the Elf Race—Arier the Succubus!” + +“Shhhh!” another demon hissed, eyes wide in panic. + +“Don’t say that word! + +Don’t you remember what happened the last time someone called her that?!” + +“Damn, I almost got myself killed just hearing about it,” muttered the first demon, sweat trickling down his face. + +“Anyway, this… this is looking really bad for us.” + +“Hmph, you demons are always acting lawless,” an elf nearby muttered with pride. + +“Charming Arier is going to teach that brute a proper lesson.” + +“Yeah, I say she kills Craig,” another elf added with a shrug. + +“We won’t get a better opportunity,” a third elf said coldly. + +“End him while we can.” + +The mood had shifted drastically. + +The crowd, once silent and unsure, was now simmering with anticipation. + +Craig, the unshakable First Seat of the Demon Race, was now surrounded by hostility on all sides—from humans, from elves, even from within his own kind. + +And at the center of it all, Max’s name still glowed at the top of the Pillar, silent and unmoving… as if daring the world to see what came next. + +Neared the pillar, two figures one in golden hair and one in red stood close to each other. + +However, the former was calm while the latter was anxious. + +“Don’t worry. + +My people won’t let Max die,” Princess Lenavira said calmly, her voice steady like the roots of an ancient tree, unaffected by the rising tension around her. + +“And it seems… not all humans hate Max. + +At least that is something good that this situation has brought him.” + +Her gaze flickered briefly toward Adam and Fagus standing defiantly in Craig’s path, and then toward Arier, who had added her blade and status to the standoff. + +That subtle alliance—humans and elves—might be enough to keep the demon at bay, even if only temporarily. + +Alice nodded slowly, exhaling a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. + +The words of reassurance did calm her, even if just a little, and her shoulders relaxed slightly. + +But deep down, the worry still clung to her chest like a shadow that wouldn’t leave. + +She wasn’t naïve. + +No matter how many allies Max had now, no matter how much respect or fear he commanded from this long assessment, she knew it couldn’t last. + +He would come out of the Pillar of Divine Appraisal eventually. + +And when he did… a confrontation was inevitable. + +There was no avoiding it—not with Craig ready to unleash his Authority, not with the pressure mounting from all sides. + +But she also had this strange confidence in Max that no matter if anyone helped Max or not, he wouldn’t die in the hands of Craig and instead it should be Craig who should be fearful of Max.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +— + +Max’s sword carved cleanly through the torso of yet another mist warrior, the blade cutting with precise control and effortless grace. + +The figure didn’t cry out or even react—it simply froze in place for a heartbeat, then crumbled into a fine dust, dissolving back into the swirling grey mist from which it had been born. + +Max exhaled softly, the faint heat of exertion rising from his skin as he straightened his posture, blade lowering slightly. + +Around him, the eerie silence returned once more, broken only by the faint rustling of the ever-moving fog. + +“How many of these warriors are there?” Max asked aloud, his voice echoing faintly as he turned his gaze toward the glowing red eyes hidden deep within the mist—the voice of the Tower’s spirit, ever watchful, ever silent unless spoken to. + +“About seventeen of them,” the spirit replied without pause, as though it had been keeping count the entire time. + +“Seventeen?” Max laughed, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he wiped his blade clean against the mist, though it left no mark. + +“Then I guess… I’m left with only one.” His tone was light, but there was steel behind it—resolve that had been forged through each battle, every strike refining not just his technique, but his understanding of the sword and himself. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-433.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-433.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a823d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-433.md @@ -0,0 +1,210 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 433 Original Master of the Tower" +slug: "ch-433" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 433 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1272 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +433: Original Master of the Tower + +433: Original Master of the Tower + +Just as the words left his mouth, the mist in front of him stirred unnaturally. + +It coiled and condensed, not in the shapeless way it had done before, but with a strange grace—deliberate and focused. + +From it emerged another warrior… but this one was different. + +Unlike the previous mist warriors, who had all been vague humanoid shapes, undefined by race, age, or gender, this figure was clear. + +He stood tall, clad in traditional flowing robes that fluttered faintly despite the stillness of the air. + +His long white hair cascaded behind him like strands of snow, and his bearing was regal—composed like a swordsman who had seen countless lifetimes. + +He looked… human. + +Except for one thing—his eyes. + +Or rather, the lack of them. + +Where his eyes should have been, there was only shadow, an unknowable void that neither reflected light nor emotion. + +Max’s fingers curled tighter around the hilt of his sword as he stared at the final opponent standing quietly before him. + +His instincts flared like alarms in his blood, sharp and undeniable. + +‘This guy smells like danger,’ he thought, eyes narrowing as his posture subtly shifted into a guarded stance. + +The figure didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even breathe, but Max could feel it—presence. + +A kind of silent pressure that screamed of mastery and absolute calm, like a storm trapped beneath still waters. + +The white-haired figure radiated something ancient, something too vast to be put into words. + +“Is this one a human?” Max asked, his voice steady but curious as his gaze flicked toward the glowing red eyes of the tower spirit hiding in the mist. + +“No,” the spirit replied, its tone deeper than before, as if the moment demanded a weightier truth. + +“He isn’t a human. + +He is the original master of the Tower of Truth. + +He is a Primordial.” + +Max blinked, caught off guard by the response. + +“He’s… a Primordial?” The words left his lips almost in disbelief. + +“The original master?” + +His heart skipped a beat. + +He had expected a final opponent, yes. + +But not this. + +Not the ancient being responsible for the creation of the entire tower. + +Not a member of a race Max had no idea whatsoever, if they did exist in the world or not. + +A Primordial—one of the strongest races to ever exist. + +Something beyond comprehension. + +But what stunned him just as much was the appearance of the figure itself. + +“But… why does he look so much like a human?” Max asked again, his voice quieter now, almost like he was asking himself. + +There was something deeply unsettling in the resemblance. + +The traditional robes, the long white hair, the composed frame—it all mirrored the humans of old legend. + +And yet, the sheer aura of the figure screamed of something far more vast and unknowable. + +“There are many races that look just like humans,” the tower spirit answered, its voice now laced with the calm wisdom of something that had watched over millennia. + +“You’ve already seen the elves. + +Even the demons resemble humans—if you ignore their darker skin and hulking builds. + +So it should not surprise you that the original master of the tower—though a Primordial—could resemble a human too. + +Form is but one piece of identity. + +It is not what defines race… or power.” + +Max exhaled slowly, nodding as the truth settled in his chest. + +This was no ordinary opponent. + +No mere guardian or test. + +He was about to face a shadow of the very being who once stood at the peak of this place—a Primordial who had forged the Tower of Truth. + +“Come on then,” Max said, a flicker of excitement rising in his chest as he steadied his stance, eyes locked onto the figure before him. + +There was something thrilling—almost surreal—about standing opposite a legend, the very creator of the Tower of Truth. + +A being from an ancient race thought to be myth. + +A Primordial.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +The idea of testing himself against such a figure wasn’t just daunting—it was electrifying. + +And then, without warning, the mist warrior moved. + +He didn’t glide like the others. + +He ran, thundering across the field in a blur of pure motion, his white robes fluttering behind him like trailing banners of mist. + +But almost instantly, Max’s sharp gaze caught something strange—something that didn’t make sense. + +“Huh?” he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. + +“He isn’t using any mana… not even infernal energy… not even soul force…” He frowned, but then his frown slowly twisted into a grin. + +“Could he be planning to…?” he murmured, the realization dawning. + +And just like that, he understood what was about to happen—and welcomed it. + +With a deep breath, Max put away his sword. + +He rolled his shoulders, stretched out his arms, and then charged forward with a wild grin etched on his face. + +No mana. + +No aura. + +Just him. + +As the distance between them vanished in seconds, the mist warrior raised a clenched fist without hesitation—raw, bare-knuckle power aimed straight for Max’s face. + +But Max didn’t flinch. + +He matched the motion, his own fist cocked back and filled with nothing but physical force, and with a roar of exhilaration, he drove it forward. + +BOOM! + +The collision rang out like a thunderclap, a deafening shockwave exploding from the impact as both fists collided mid-air with terrifying force. + +A violent gust of wind burst outward, tearing through the surrounding grass and flattening the mist in every direction. + +Both figures were blasted backward from the sheer force of the impact, their feet skidding violently across the vibrant green grass. + +Max gritted his teeth, digging his heels into the ground to stop his momentum, a fiery thrill surging through his veins. + +His knuckles throbbed, but his blood sang. + +This wasn’t a duel of energy or aura—it was a battle of bodies. + +Of strength, skill, and raw, unfiltered combat. + +‘His physical body is comparable to mine!’ Max was shocked knowing that his body was super strong because of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline and because of the Dragon Scales. + +And yet he could only match the original owner of the tower. + +This was unbelievable to Max and at the same time he felt that this much had to be expected from the legend who build the tower. + +‘But that’s just his physical body…’ Max thought, eyes sharpening as his battle spirit flared. + +‘How would he compare to my raw strength?’ With a deep breath and a focused will, he unlocked the force sleeping within him—activating the full might of his three hundred Draconic Essences. + +RUMBLE! + +The ground quaked beneath his feet as a monstrous pressure erupted from within his body, like the roar of a caged beast finally breaking free of its prison. + +Power surged through every vein, every muscle, every bone in his body. + +His skin tightened, bulging slightly with coursing veins as raw strength rippled through him like waves in a storm. + +It was not magic. + +Not mana. + +Not aura. + +This was pure, unfiltered physical power, forged from his unique essence—a force few in the world could comprehend, let alone withstand. + +The instant the pressure was released, the mist warrior reacted. + +His body blurred forward, his speed now matching the ferocity Max had just unleashed. + +Seeing the movement, Max didn’t hesitate. + +His figure vanished, the spot where he had stood exploding into dust as he blasted forward like a missile, propelled by strength alone. + +The air around him screamed in protest, the force of his movement tearing through the mist and shattering the ground behind him. + +And then— + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-434.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-434.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..28b9edc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-434.md @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 434 A Clash of Physical Strength" +slug: "ch-434" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 434 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1283 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +434: A Clash of Physical Strength + +434: A Clash of Physical Strength + +BOOM! + +Another thunderous explosion cracked through the mist-filled world as their fists collided once again. + +But this time, the impact wasn’t just loud—it was destructive. + +The very ground beneath their clash didn’t just crack or ripple—it disintegrated, turned into fine dust and shattered earth across a mile-wide radius. + +Waves of wind exploded outward like shock bombs, parting the mist like curtains drawn open by an invisible hand. + +And when the dust settled… the result was clear. + +Both figures were pushed back again, sliding across the broken, lifeless ground. + +But while the mist warrior staggered slightly, his figure rippling with instability, Max stood calm—unmoved, his breathing steady, his eyes burning with clarity and power. + +Then Max noticed something—a faint shimmer of gold on the mist warrior’s lips. + +A single drop sliding down his chin, glistening unnaturally in the grey world. + +“Wait a minute…” Max muttered, his gaze narrowing. + +“Is that blood? + +Golden blood?” + +His voice was low, but edged with realization. + +“So… he really isn’t human after all.” The color, the weight, the very presence of that blood—it screamed of something ancient, something divine, that was not human at all. + +The mist warrior’s stance shifted ever so slightly, but Max’s sharp eyes caught the change instantly. + +The air around the warrior began to tremble, his body still as a statue, yet his right arm began to swell subtly with pressure—a colossal amount of raw strength slowly condensing into his fist, like a black hole collapsing in on itself. + +The very mist surrounding him warped from the density of his power, the ground beneath cracking and groaning in protest. + +It was clear he was no longer holding back. + +Max’s lips curved into a grin, his eyes flashing with fiery excitement. + +‘He may be of the Primordial Race,’ he thought, ‘but he’s using physical attacks—and physical strength is my forte.’ A low hum echoed from Max’s body as he began drawing upon the deepest reserves of his power, his frame glowing gently with a dark radiance. + +Fwoosh. + +From both of his arms, scales began to emerge—not ordinary scales, but black glowing scales, forged from essence and energy, shining like starlit obsidian. + +They wrapped around his arms from shoulders to fingertips, interlocking like divine armor. + +A golden shimmer followed, each scale starting to glow with golden light, infused with the pure, unrelenting force of three hundred Draconic Essences roaring through his bloodstream. + +‘This is my peak physical state,’ Max thought, his body now a vessel of raw might. + +‘Dragon Scales Transformation.’ He raised his fists, muscles bulging beneath the armor of scale, his breath deep and composed. + +‘Let’s see who’s still standing in the end.’ + +And then—they clashed. + +In the blink of an eye, both figures vanished, reappearing between shattered echoes of light and sound as their fists collided with brutal force. + +BOOM! + +The first collision shook the world. + +As their fists met, an explosion of raw force erupted outward, sending a circular shockwave screaming through the misty realm. + +The ground beneath their feet cracked open like glass struck by a hammer, fracturing in all directions. + +Trees—if any had existed in that realm—would have turned to splinters. + +The mist that cloaked the world was instantly vaporized in a wide radius, revealing the cracked, lifeless terrain beneath. + +Max gritted his teeth as he was forced a half step back, his heels digging trenches into the earth. + +Across from him, the mist warrior skidded just as far, his robes fluttering madly in the backlash of wind, his white hair streaking like fire against the grey void. + +Both figures froze for a second, standing upright, fists still faintly glowing with the aftershock of that first titanic impact. + +And then— + +BOOM! + +The second clash came just as quickly. + +Their figures vanished again, blurs of black and white, and reappeared only for an instant, just enough for the thunderous collision of fists to shake the world once more. + +This time the impact was even greater—the cracked earth split open entirely, chasms tearing through the ground beneath them. + +Dust spiraled into the air like tornados, and lightning, black and gold, flickered through the shattered sky. + +The mist world had become a battlefield of gods. + +Max’s eyes burned with intensity. + +Every fiber of his being screamed with energy, his Draconic Essences coursing like volcanic fire through his veins. + +He didn’t hesitate—didn’t even think. + +He surged forward again, and the mist warrior met him with equal fury. + +BANG! + +BANG! + +BOOM! + +Fist met fist again. + +And again. + +And again. + +Ten times. + +A hundred. + +A thousand. + +They clashed like meteors in human form, bodies blurring, flickering, disappearing and reappearing across the battlefield. + +Each collision was a violent burst of energy, shaking the terrain, flattening hills, carving deep ravines. + +Time lost meaning in that endless exchange. + +Their fists became storms. + +The air between them turned into a vortex of destruction, constantly reset and shattered by every new impact. + +Max felt his muscles burning, his scales holding strong, his blood boiling—but his grin never faded. + +He could feel it: his strength matching the Primordial, blow for blow, shockwave for shockwave. + +He wasn’t just surviving—he was fighting. + +Every clash was a declaration: I am still standing. + +And though the mist warrior never spoke, every punch he threw was an answer. + +Then prove it. + +They clashed again, and again, and again, their fists slamming into each other with such force that the very sky above their mist world began to crackle, threads of gold and black lightning flickering across it. + +Each punch sounded like thunder. + +Each collision sent sonic booms across the realm. + +The mist was no longer soft and formless—it was shredded and vaporized every time they met, and the once-solid ground was nothing more than crater-riddled wasteland. + +Max moved like a comet, his fists cutting arcs through the air, breaking the sound barrier with every swing. + +The mist warrior, equally fast, countered each attack with precision and brutality, his fists glimmering with destructive might. + +The force of their battle shattered the laws of balance, sending wind tunnels spiraling in every direction, twisting the landscape with chaotic beauty. + +Their arms blurred. + +Their bodies flickered like afterimages. + +Every strike was lethal. + +Every block cracked the air. + +Time itself seemed to slow and speed around them. + +BOOM! + +BOOM! + +BOOM! + +Their fists clashed in the air, beneath their feet, over their heads. + +At times, they were airborne, trading blows mid-flight. + +At others, they were buried beneath debris, only to explode out of the rubble and resume the exchange. + +Neither held back. + +Neither relented. + +Until— + +Max felt it. + +An opening. + +A shift in the mist warrior’s rhythm. + +‘Now!’ + +He summoned every last ounce of force, pouring his Draconic Essences into his right arm. + +The scales shimmered with golden brilliance, crackling with destructive energy. + +With a roar that shook the heavens, he swung. + +BOOOOOOM!!! + +His fist struck the mist warrior square in the chest with a sound like mountains colliding. + +The impact was catastrophic. + +A massive shockwave tore across the horizon, creating a deep vacuum of silence—then a blast of energy followed, obliterating everything in a five-mile radius. + +The ground cratered, and the air turned to steam. + +The mist warrior’s body held for only a breath—then exploded into streams of grey mist, his form completely disintegrated, torn apart by the sheer force of Max’s blow. + +Max landed hard, his knees bending, breathing ragged, his arms still glowing faintly gold beneath the now-fading black scales. + +His body trembled, but his gaze was sharp, unyielding. + +Around him, silence reigned. + +He had stood tall. + +He had endured. + +And he had won. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-435.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-435.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e9fe37 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-435.md @@ -0,0 +1,206 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 435 A New Master" +slug: "ch-435" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 435 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1070 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +435: A New Master + +435: A New Master + +‘I won,’ Max thought, his chest rising and falling slowly as he stared at the cloud of mist drifting through the air—the remnants of the opponent he had just defeated. + +The mist warrior, the original master of the temple, had crumbled under the force of his Dragon Scales-enhanced strike, and the battlefield was finally quiet. + +But just as he allowed his muscles to relax and his breath to slow, a strange ripple passed through the air. + +The cloud of mist, which had been dispersing freely, began to tremble. + +Slowly, unnaturally, it began to swirl inward, condensing again—reforming. + +Max’s eyes widened as the upper half of the mist warrior—head, shoulders, and chest—took shape once more, rising from the haze like a memory refusing to fade. + +“No wonder you’ve made it this far in the test,” the figure said, its voice calm, deep, and unmistakably sentient. + +Max froze, stunned. + +‘It can talk?’ he thought, eyebrows lifting in disbelief. + +None of the other mist warriors had ever spoken. + +Not a single one had uttered a word. + +But then again, this one—this being—wasn’t like the others. + +It wasn’t just a test. + +It was the test. + +The original master of the Tower of Truth. + +“A mere human, bearing that bloodline, is already defiant enough,” it continued, its eyes still obscured in mist, its expression unreadable. + +“And yet… it isn’t everything.” + +Max’s mind whirled. + +‘Does he know something about my bloodline? + +Its origin?’ That thought alone sent a chill through him, but he steadied his voice and asked, “Are you truly the original master of the tower?” + +“I am,” it replied simply. + +“I am the one who built this place, who left this trial behind. + +And you… your talent is unlike anything I’ve seen in eons. + +You have earned the recognition… of the Primordials.” + +Max stiffened. + +‘Recognition?’ His brow furrowed. + +For a moment, he thought that was the reward—the acknowledgment of a long-lost race. + +But his practical side took over. + +“So… are there any actual rewards?” he asked, not hiding the edge in his voice. + +“No,” the figure answered, but without arrogance. + +“And yet, this is your greatest reward. + +Recognition by the Primordials is not something given—it is a mark left in fate. + +And your fate… is highly entangled with the Primordials in ways even I cannot see through.” + +“My fate…” Max repeated, exhaling deeply as he looked at the ground beneath his feet. + +That word again. + +Fate. + +Elusive, unpredictable, mysterious. + +It had already descended once before to protect him, shielding him from a fatal blow—but still, he knew next to nothing about it. + +It was like a shadow following him in silence. + +He looked up again. + +“What is it about my fate?” he asked carefully. + +The mist warrior tilted its head, as if listening to something beyond the world. + +“Your fate is… interesting. + +Just know that,” it said cryptically. + +“When the time comes, someone—or something—will eventually tell you. + +But not now.” + +Max sighed and didn’t press further. + +He had expected this type of answer. + +Some truths, he knew, came only when the world was ready to reveal them. + +With those final words, the upper half of the mist warrior—once the guardian, once the master of the Tower—began to dissolve again, the outlines softening, the glow fading. + +Slowly, gently, it unraveled back into formless mist, its essence joining the air around Max before vanishing entirely, leaving behind only silence… and the lingering weight of everything it had said. + +“I wonder if my fate being entangled with the Primordials is a good thing or not,” Max muttered softly, his voice laced with uncertainty as he stood amidst the slowly settling mist. + +The cryptic words of the tower’s original master still echoed in his mind, stirring more questions than answers.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Fate… Primordials… destiny beyond sight—these were not things he could grasp fully yet. + +Just then, the familiar glowing red eyes emerged from the mist before him, steady and unwavering. + +The deep, emotionless voice spoke with finality, “Young man, you have passed the final test. + +From this moment onward, you may move freely inside the Tower. + +And you may control everything within it. + +Even I shall obey your will. + +Your control over the tower is above me now. + +This is your reward… for achieving the highest clearance in the Tower of Truth.” + +Max’s eyes widened, shock washing over his face. + +“What?!” he blurted out, stunned. + +“You mean to say… I own this tower now?” His tone was filled with disbelief. + +“Kind of,” the spirit replied, its voice calm, almost amused. + +“You are not the master in title, but you wield full control. + +You can pass through any wall, any floor, and kick any being from the tower with a mere thought. + +Nothing within this place is beyond your authority now.” + +‘Great,’ Max thought, an excited grin tugging at the corners of his lips. + +The possibilities flooded his mind—access to every floor, every secret room, every hidden mechanism within the tower. + +But then a darker realization dawned, casting a shadow over his exhilaration. + +‘Wait… doesn’t this mean… I can control the lives of everyone in the Tower of Truth?’ His gaze grew thoughtful. + +He remembered how the tower spirit could kill anyone who broke the rules. + +And now… Max stood above the tower spirit. + +He was the rule now. + +If he so desired, he could erase anyone within the tower—no need for battles, no warnings, just a single thought. + +That weight settled heavily on his shoulders. + +The Tower of Truth wasn’t just any structure—it was the greatest training ground for the youth of all races in the Lost Continent. + +A sacred resource. + +A proving ground. + +And now, it was under his command. + +All of it. + +Max inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down, to ground his thoughts. + +“Alright,” he said firmly, straightening his posture, “I’ll take my leave now. + +I’ve passed my assessment.” + +“Very well,” the spirit replied, voice as respectful as it had ever been. + +“Just call upon me if you need anything. + +I will always be listening.” + +Max nodded once, and with a single thought—no hand raised, no steps taken—his figure vanished from the misty world in a silent shimmer of light, his presence erased like he had never been there… yet now, he was everywhere in the tower. + +Its shadow. + +Its watcher. + +Its master. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-436.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-436.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca60a70 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-436.md @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 436 A Realm Beyond the List" +slug: "ch-436" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 436 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1169 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +436: A Realm Beyond the List + +436: A Realm Beyond the List + +Outside the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, the atmosphere was thick with silence—an unnatural, suffocating stillness that gripped every single being on the tenth floor. + +Then, like a wave crashing through brittle calm, a ripple of collective disbelief spread across the hall. + +Eyes widened, jaws slackened, and expressions contorted into pure, unfiltered shock as they stared at the monolith, struggling to comprehend what they were seeing. + +The list of names, carved into the surface of the pillar across ten distinct lines—each representing the classification of talent from the lowest to the highest—had always been the pride and judgment of the Tower. + +But now, something unprecedented had occurred. + +Max’s name had disappeared from the first line entirely. + +Instead, it had reappeared not within the list… but above it. + +Etched in glowing golden light, larger and more radiant than any other, was a new title: “Primordial Max Voidwalker.” The words shimmered with divine brilliance, pulsing with a strange, ancient energy that no one had ever seen before. + +“What’s going on…?” someone whispered, breaking the silence. + +“He went all the way beyond the list? + +Even past the first line?” + +“Yeah,” another added, blinking rapidly. + +“I’ve never seen… or even heard of this happening before.” + +“It’s like the Tower… created a new level of talent just for him,” a third murmured, awe in their voice. + +The murmurs quickly snowballed into buzzing confusion and excitement. + +Even the elites—demons, elves, and humans alike—found themselves at a loss. + +The name Max Voidwalker hadn’t just risen above the geniuses of their generation—it had redefined the Tower’s judgment itself. + +No human, elf, or demon had ever earned such an honor. + +In the countless years the Tower of Truth had stood as the ultimate measure of potential in the Lost Continent, not once had it rewritten its very structure for an individual. + +And yet now, a young man from a foreign land… a human no less… had forced the Tower to acknowledge him in a way none could have predicted. + +Max hadn’t just reached the top. + +He had become the new summit. + +‘Is he really that strong?’ Princess Lenavira thought, her eyes fixed on the golden glow hovering above the list, her mind racing to comprehend the gravity of what she was witnessing.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Never before had she seen, heard, or even read about such an occurrence in all her life. + +For the Tower of Truth—an ancient structure built on unshakable rules and divine assessments—to create a new column beyond its established ranking system for one person… it spoke volumes. + +It was not just recognition. + +It was reverence. + +A declaration that Max Voidwalker’s talent could not be measured by any existing standard. + +This was something far beyond genius—it was something bordering on the divine. + +‘He forced the tower to evolve just to define him…’ she realized, a cold wave of awe washing over her. + +‘That is no small matter.’ + +She glanced toward Craig, whose face was unreadable but whose eyes had darkened like a brewing storm. + +‘Now let’s see how this situation plays out,’ she thought warily. + +‘If worst comes to worst… I might have to reveal myself.’ + +Meanwhile, among the humans of the Lost Continent—particularly those from the Moon Faction—emotions were bursting at the seams. + +“Am I dreaming?” one whispered in disbelief. + +“A human… one of us… just did the impossible?” + +“Yeah! + +We now have a genius who’s surpassed everyone.” + +“This is good,” another said, eyes shining. + +“Even if the Sun Faction hates him, if we can negotiate and bring him to our side, the rise of the human race is only a matter of time!” + +“With his talent, he’s bound to rise higher than anyone in history,” someone else chimed in. + +“He could reach heights none of us ever imagined.” + +Joy and pride surged through the Moon Faction’s camp. + +For too long, the humans of the Lost Continent had been looked down upon by the more ancient and dominant races. + +But now—now—one of their own had shattered every ceiling, rewritten every rule, and stood at the pinnacle above all others. + +Their cheers were quiet but fierce, their eyes gleaming with new hope. + +“Primordial…” Adam murmured to himself, frowning as he stared at Max’s name. + +“I’ve heard that term before.” + +“I know where,” Fagus said beside him, his tone solemn and steady. + +“In one of the ancient records passed down through our race, it’s written that the Tower of Truth was built by a race called the Primordials—beings that stood above even the gods.” + +“I see…” Adam nodded slowly, the weight of that revelation settling in. + +And as he looked around—at the stunned faces of elves, the burning gazes of demons, the rising fervor among his fellow humans—he realized one thing clearly: Max was no longer just another human genius. + +He had become a figure of legend. + +A name etched in gold above all others. + +And that meant… he would also become a target. + +Everyone on the tenth floor was watching now, even those who had been immersed in silent comprehension of concepts had come out of seclusion, drawn by the impossibility that had just occurred. + +Just then, from the glowing depths of the towering monolith, a figure emerged slowly, his silhouette gaining clarity with each step until he stepped fully into view—his black robes fluttering faintly, his aura strangely subdued despite the storm he had stirred across the entire tenth floor. + +It was none other than Max. + +His expression was calm, his stride steady, but the moment he saw the sheer number of people gathered before the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, his brows furrowed in confusion. + +The once peaceful floor now resembled a battlefield without swords, with hundreds, if not thousands, of eyes glued to him alone. + +“Huh? + +What’s with so many people?” Max muttered, blinking in surprise as murmurs, gasps, and hushed whispers followed his arrival like a wave. + +He looked around at the crowd that had formed around the monolith—demons, elves, humans, all staring at him, some with awe, others with disbelief, a few with barely concealed hostility. + +“You finally came out,” a familiar voice spoke gently, and Max turned to see Alice approaching him, her usual fiery presence strangely soft as she walked up to him with Princess Lenavira trailing silently behind her. + +“What’s going on? + +Why is there such a big crowd all of a sudden?” Max asked, genuinely puzzled as his gaze flicked between Alice and Lenavira. + +Alice, instead of answering directly, pointed toward the monolith. + +“Look at the list of names.” + +Max turned around. + +His eyes landed on the Pillar of Divine Appraisal—and widened in shock. + +“What…?” he whispered. + +There, above the ten legendary lines of names carved into the monolith, a new line glowed. + +Not just a line—an entirely new space had been created, radiating golden light. + +And inside it, written in glowing, divine letters, was a name that stopped his breath: + +Primordial Max Voidwalker. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-437.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-437.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b56b1c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-437.md @@ -0,0 +1,196 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 437 A Tough Situation" +slug: "ch-437" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 437 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +437: A Tough Situation + +437: A Tough Situation + +Max blinked, speechless for a moment, before a wry smile curled his lips. + +‘Damn it, Tower Spirit… you shouldn’t give a title like that publicly,’ he thought, feeling both amused and exasperated by the divine theatrics. + +In his mind, a calm voice replied, amused. + +“I didn’t do that. + +It was the master’s doing, in his final moment before he faded away.” + +“The master?” Max asked silently. + +“Yes. + +And… you may call me Xolo,” the spirit answered, its voice now carrying a sense of familiarity, no longer just a voice of the trial, but of a companion bound to the tower itself. + +‘Xolo,’ Max echoed internally, letting the name settle in his mind. + +‘I see… so it was all his doing,’ he thought, exhaling slowly as the crowd continued to stare. + +He didn’t ask for this attention, but now that he had it—he would carry it. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up the Title “Aura of Primordial” to “Primordial”] + +‘Huh? + +Even title could be leveled up?’ Max was stunned seeing the system notification. + +He had never heard of this before ever. + +‘Wait a minute… This leveling up of title… Was it due to my achievement in the Pillar of Divine Appraisal?’ He thought his eyes widening in realization. + +It was at this moment he realized that maybe the Primordial in the “Aura of Primordial” was linked to the Primordial Race. + +It could explain why the pressures from people ranked higher than him had no effect on him. + +It was the effect of the title Aura of Primordial. + +Just when he was about to check the description of his newly upgraded title, Max’s senses sharpened. + +He felt it—a dense, aggressive presence pushing against the air like a brewing storm. + +His head turned slowly toward the source, and his eyes narrowed. + +From the crowd stepped a hulking demon, his body towering with bulging muscles, skin ashen red and marked with black tribal patterns that pulsed faintly with energy. + +A massive sword rested across his back like a slab of dark steel, humming with suppressed power. + +Behind him marched a group of demons, all clad in black armor, eyes burning with hostility. + +‘Demons…’ Max thought coldly, his jaw tightening as he took a slow breath. + +He already knew what had happened during his absence—Xolo had told him everything. + +From Craig attempting to use his Authority to the tension rising to the brink of bloodshed, he knew it all. + +“Kid, you’re good,” Craig said with a sneer, his voice thick and laced with scornful amusement. + +“To be able to force the tower to create a new level… you’re something else. + +Unique. + +One of a kind.” + +Max turned to face the demon fully, his pink eyes unblinking. + +“So what?” he asked flatly, his lips curling into a mocking smirk as his gaze scanned Craig from head to toe, silently measuring him. + +‘Tenth level of Seeker Realm…’ + +“Nothing,” Craig growled, his expression twisting into a snarl. + +“I’m just here to kill you!” As the last word left his mouth, his aura exploded outward like a tidal wave, thick and suffocating. + +His killing intent flooded the hall as he moved forward to attack—his figure a blur of muscle and wrath. + +But before he could take a proper step, two shadows flashed into place between him and Max—Adam and Fagus, standing firm with unshaken resolve. + +Their presence instantly stopped Craig’s advance. + +He narrowed his eyes, scoffing, “Humph… Have you thought about the price of fighting here?” + +His words were like a blade. + +Sharp. + +Intentional. + +Adam’s expression hardened, the weight of Craig’s words hitting him like a hammer. + +He glanced at Fagus, whose face was just as grim. + +They could defeat Craig together—of that, there was no doubt. + +But doing so… would be catastrophic. + +If they killed the First Seat of the Demon Race here, now, inside the Tower of Truth, it would no longer be a matter of personal conflict. + +It would be a declaration of war. + +A war between the human race and the demons. + +And if that war erupted, the elves would likely join the demons, seeing the humans as a growing threat. + +And the truth, no matter how bitter, was undeniable—humans weren’t ready. + +They couldn’t win a war against two of the dominant races of the Lost Continent. + +‘Damn it!’ Adam cursed silently, fists clenched at his sides. + +‘Max is too important to lose. + +He’s our hope. + +He’s the one who might change everything… but so is the survival of the human race.’ His mind raced. + +‘What do I do? + +What can I do?’ + +The lives of millions hung in a fragile balance, and with one wrong move, they would all fall into blood-soaked chaos. + +Max also observed the situation. + +His pink eyes shifted from Craig’s towering, bloodthirsty form to the two humans—Adam and Fagus—standing defensively between them. + +His brows furrowed slightly, his expression calm but thoughtful as he took in the tense atmosphere, the frozen stillness of the tenth floor where every breath seemed to hold weight. + +‘The situation here is worse than I imagined,’ he thought silently, his gaze sweeping across the wide circle of onlookers—demons with smoldering glares, elves with silent interest, and humans whose eyes flickered with everything from admiration to jealousy to fear. + +But amidst the noise, the pressure, the threats, there was one thing that brought him a small measure of comfort: ‘not all humans here want me dead.’ In a continent where he was branded as an outsider, a threat, and a disgrace by one faction of his own kind, seeing Adam and Fagus stand for him—stand with him—was enough to quiet the storm that had been brewing in his chest. + +Still, he couldn’t ignore the larger picture. + +Looking at all of them, he mused, taking in the sheer number of powerful beings now circling the center of the hall, every eye watching, every muscle coiled. + +‘If I fight Craig here… it won’t be a duel.’ He sighed inwardly. + +‘I’m not afraid of battle. + +Not against him. + +Not against anyone here.’ His confidence was unshakable, born from everything he had endured and achieved. + +But even so, he understood the consequences. + +‘If it breaks out… it’ll be chaos.’ With this many people in one place—this many high-ranking beings—once blood was drawn, there would be no going back. + +Rage would spread like wildfire, factions would choose sides, and the tenth floor would become a warzone. + +And if that happens, Max thought grimly, ‘things will get very, very troublesome.’ + +‘It seems… I can only use my Authority,’ Max thought, his gaze cool and sharp as the tension in the air continued to rise. + +Though what he held was far greater than the Authority granted to the top five geniuses of each race, he saw his control over the Tower as a variation of that same concept—absolute influence within these walls. + +And while the others used Authority to eliminate a single threat, Max could bend the tower itself to his will. + +In his hands, the Tower wasn’t a weapon. + +It was a kingdom. + +A realm. + +And it responded to his thoughts. + +‘Still… if I can avoid using it prematurely, I should.’ + +“Craig, let me fight him.” + +Just then, as if fate was buying him time, a new figure stepped forward between Max and Craig, halting the gathering storm of battle with his sudden appearance. + +His aura was dark, cold, and familiar—one that had once oppressed the entire floor to prevent any challengers from reaching Max. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-438.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-438.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3272ab0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-438.md @@ -0,0 +1,252 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 438 Korbin, 5th Seat of Demon Race" +slug: "ch-438" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 438 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1362 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +438: Korbin, 5th Seat of Demon Race + +438: Korbin, 5th Seat of Demon Race + +Korbin. + +The Fifth Seat of the Demon Race. + +“You…” Craig muttered, recognizing him instantly. + +His voice dropped low, eyes narrowing. + +But after a long moment, he gave a nod. + +“Alright. + +You get one chance. + +Go and kill him.” + +Korbin’s lips curled into a small, dark grin as he turned toward Max. + +“How about it?” he asked, his tone casual, almost mocking. + +Max’s answer was a slow smile. + +“Honestly? + +I was waiting for your battle,” he said, his voice calm but edged with anticipation. + +Finally, a direct fight. + +A clear confrontation. + +No political maneuvering. + +No veiled threats. + +Just combat. + +A part of him relaxed slightly. + +The situation had de-escalated—for now. + +He didn’t have to unleash his Authority yet, but he kept the thought close. + +‘If the demons don’t back off after this, I’ll have no choice. + +I’ll kick them out of the tower… or worse, kill them.’ + +Without another word, Max and Korbin moved simultaneously, stepping away from the center of the hall. + +The crowd parted in silence, making way for the two figures as they ascended into the massive circular arena suspended at the heart of the tenth floor. + +The energy in the hall shifted once more, the tension sharpening like a blade as the two stood at opposite ends—Max, clad in quiet power, his eyes unwavering; and Korbin, brimming with fierce, oppressive aura, eyes gleaming with bloodlust. + +They faced each other. + +And the entire Tower held its breath. + +“I’m at the peak of Seeker Rank,” Korbin said slowly, his voice echoing across the quiet arena as he stepped forward, his presence radiating sharp, oppressive heat. + +His crimson eyes bore into Max like blades, yet the younger man stood there, utterly calm. + +“And you? + +You’re only at level six of Adept Rank…” + +He sneered, lifting his chin slightly. + +“There’s a fourteen-level difference between us. + +Fourteen. + +That gap isn’t something arrogance or luck can bridge.” His tone grew colder. + +“You should know—the difference between the Five Seats and other so-called geniuses is like comparing a fly to a moth. + +We don’t share the same sky. + +And yet…” he narrowed his eyes, “…you stand there, looking like you’ve already won.” + +Max, standing opposite him with hands loose at his sides, didn’t flinch. + +His eyes remained serene, his expression unreadable. + +Then, with a slight shrug and a casual tilt of his head, he replied, “I don’t know.” His voice was calm, devoid of pride, yet filled with unwavering certainty. + +“If I’m being honest… before I entered the Pillar of Divine Appraisal, I was already sure that I could defeat all the so-called top geniuses of the Lost Continent.” + +His words echoed through the arena, drawing silent gasps from the crowd that listened with bated breath. + +“And now…” he added, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “now that I’ve experienced the Pillar—understood what lies at the peak of talent, touched the edge of concepts your kind can’t even comprehend—my declaration isn’t just confidence.” He took a step forward, his voice quiet yet absolute. + +“It’s truth. + +You… or anyone on this continent at the Seeker Rank… can’t defeat me.” + +The words hung in the air like thunder after lightning—impossible to ignore, impossible to dismiss. + +They were not just a boast. + +They were a declaration from someone who had stood where no one else had. + +“Bold words!” Korbin snorted, his eyes glowing with fury as he reached behind his back and drew his massive black sword, the blade snarling with demonic energy as if it were alive, thirsting for battle. + +The moment it left its sheath, a heavy, malevolent aura surged outward, pressing against the very space of the arena, causing a visible ripple in the air. + +Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone floor beneath his feet as his demonic energy flared, surrounding his body like a black inferno. + +“Let’s see if your tongue can back up your strength, Max!” + +Max didn’t respond with words. + +He simply drew his sword in a single smooth motion. + +No flourish. + +No grand release of energy. + +Just a simple, effortless draw—a movement so clean and precise it almost felt unreal. + +His blade didn’t roar, didn’t shine, didn’t scream for attention. + +It simply existed—quiet, sharp, and waiting. + +BOOM! + +Korbin was the first to move. + +His feet shattered the arena floor as he launched himself forward, sword raised high, demonic energy flooding into the air like a violent storm. + +His first strike came down with all the power of someone at the peak of Seeker Rank—a slash that would split mountains, burn forests, and cleave through dozens of Adept-level warriors in a blink. + +Max met it with a single, horizontal swing of his sword. + +CLANG! + +The clash echoed like a bell struck by a divine hammer. + +The demonic blade, roaring with black energy, was halted cold in the air. + +The force of the collision created a shockwave that rocked the entire arena, dust and debris exploding outward in a ring. + +Yet, when the smoke cleared, Max stood firm, unshaken, his sword resting lightly in front of him, unmoved by the full force of Korbin’s power. + +Korbin’s eyes widened. + +“Tch!” + +He struck again, this time with a spinning slash aimed at Max’s side, followed immediately by an upward arc toward his chest. + +Max turned his wrist slightly—nothing extravagant, just a minute shift in angle—and met both strikes with exactly what they needed: a simple parry, a deflection, a tap. + +Again and again, Korbin unleashed a storm of attacks. + +Overhead strikes, spinning blows, wide arcs laced with demonic fire—each attack precise, fast, and lethal. + +And yet, with each one, Max responded with quiet mastery. + +A calm pivot. + +A slide of the foot. + +A wrist flick. + +No wasted movements. + +No grand counters. + +Only simplicity—refined to perfection. + +Max’s sword wasn’t dancing, it was breathing. + +He had no named techniques, no flashy sequences—only the essence of the sword, born from countless battles within the Pillar of Divine Appraisal. + +His style was reduced to the purest form, polished until even chaos itself couldn’t disrupt its flow. + +“Stop dodging and fight me properly!” Korbin roared, frustration creeping into his voice as he leapt back, demonic energy surging violently. + +His sword pulsed red and black as he howled, “Demonic Eclipse Slash!” He swung the blade in a wide arc, sending a giant crescent wave of destruction barreling toward Max. + +Max took a breath. + +His eyes didn’t even flicker. + +He stepped forward. + +Raised his sword. + +And cut. + +SHIIING! + +With a single, clean stroke, he sliced through the wave. + +Not just split—it unraveled, disintegrating like mist exposed to the sun. + +The attack faded as if it were never there. + +Korbin’s rage boiled over. + +His sword trembled in his hands, not with fear—but with the violent energy he had been restraining no longer. + +“Fell Storm Cutter!” he roared, his voice cracking through the air like thunder. + +He spun with terrifying speed, his massive blade sweeping around him in a wild circle. + +Black demonic energy flared from the edges of the sword like a raging hurricane, tearing through the air and pulling up huge fragments of the arena floor into the storm. + +The technique created a vortex of slashes—countless arcs of sharp wind spinning toward Max with murderous speed from every direction. + +But Max’s eyes didn’t flicker. + +He raised his sword—not high, not low—just exactly where it needed to be. + +One horizontal slash. + +That was all. + +SHHHHNK! + +His blade glided through the chaotic winds, severing them at the source, stilling the vortex like slicing through silk.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +The moment the fell storm reached him, it collapsed into harmless gusts that washed over his robes like a summer breeze. + +But Korbin wasn’t done. + +“Black Tempest Slash!” He bellowed again, his body shooting into the air as he lifted his sword above his head. + +The blade darkened into pure black, absorbing light itself, and then—he descended. + +A vertical strike that tore down from the heavens like a black meteor, trailing a violent tempest behind it, shrieking as it fell toward Max like the wrath of a god. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-439.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-439.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1341dcf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-439.md @@ -0,0 +1,328 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 439 Too Strong Max" +slug: "ch-439" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 439 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1358 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +439: Too Strong Max + +439: Too Strong Max + +Max didn’t move until the last moment. + +Then—one step to the side. + +Just a single pivot on his heel. + +The massive blade crashed into the arena where he’d just stood, exploding in a shockwave of wind and darkness—but Max was already inside the blast. + +His blade shimmered, caught the gust, and redirected it with one smooth vertical stroke. + +The winds buckled, twisted, and—vanished, like the fury of a storm blocked by the stillness of a mountain. + +“Take another!” Korbin’s teeth clenched. + +“Dark Wing Fang!” he howled, drawing every ounce of demonic energy into the edge of his sword, which now glowed blood red. + +With a savage roar, he dashed toward Max, the blade dragging against the ground, carving a glowing black line as it built momentum—until, with explosive force, he unleashed a forward stab that shattered the ground beneath, sending a black fang-shaped wave of destruction screaming forward, its edges bristling with jagged, cursed energy meant to pierce through anything it touched. + +Max didn’t retreat. + +He stepped forward. + +And with a flick of his wrist, he executed a simple diagonal slash. + +No flash. + +No explosion. + +Just a clean, sharp movement. + +The moment his sword touched the oncoming wave, it didn’t clash—it unraveled. + +The demonic energy peeled apart at the seams as if it no longer knew what it was, and faded mid-air into red mist. + +The arena, devastated in places, still echoed with the aftermath of Korbin’s fury—but at the center of it all, Max stood untouched. + +Unmoved. + +His blade hung quietly at his side, not even a glimmer of force left upon it. + +And Korbin, breathing heavily, his blade trembling, stared at him. + +Because no matter how powerful, how wild, or how deadly his techniques had been—Max hadn’t just countered them. + +He had dismissed them. + +With simplicity. + +With clarity. + +Every strike was met with a single counter. + +Every flare of darkness was dimmed by a stroke of his silent blade. + +Every technique—no matter how explosive—was reduced to nothing in front of his quiet mastery. + +“Damn!” Korbin cursed under his breath, his eyes narrowing in fury. + +Each of his attacks—his finest techniques—had been blocked effortlessly by Max. + +“How could he be so strong?” His rage simmered beneath the surface, raw and unrelenting. + +With every strike, Max moved with an ease that made Korbin feel as though his best efforts were nothing but child’s play. + +There was no struggle. + +No strain. + +It was as if Max had seen his attacks before they even came. + +The demon’s fists clenched around his sword, his knuckles white. + +The frustration built into something darker—a storm inside him that demanded release. + +This was not a battle anymore. + +It was a war. + +He wasn’t just fighting a human. + +No, this was something else entirely. + +A monster. + +Korbin knew his rage would not be enough to defeat Max, not unless he pushed himself further—much further. + +“I’m going to end this!” He roared, his voice heavy with hate and raw power. + +The air shivered. + +Energy surged out of him in a storm of pressure and darkness. + +The mist churned, drawn into violent spirals as he raised his sword overhead, demonic energy pulsing along its blackened edge. + +“Cruel Slash of Vengeance!!” + +The blade came down like a divine punishment. + +Wind exploded outward with each spin of his body—razor-sharp slashes streaking across the battlefield, tearing up stone, howling toward Max with increasing speed. + +One cut. + +Then two. + +Then five. + +Ten. + +Faster. + +Fiercer. + +Like the storm itself had lost control. + +But Max didn’t move. + +Not even an inch. + +His sword remained steady in both hands, not clenched, but held with the ease of someone who had already seen the end of the battle. + +The first slash struck. + +CLANG. + +A clear, piercing ring split the chaos as Max’s blade met the attack head-on—cutting not just through the wind, but through the fury behind it. + +The next strike came. + +Deflected with a tilt of the wrist. + +Another—redirected with a step so subtle it seemed like part of his breath. + +One by one, the storm collapsed around him. + +Max wasn’t fighting the wind. + +He was weaving through it. + +Each movement was fluid. + +Minimal. + +Inevitable. + +Korbin’s rage twisted his features as he spun back, panting. + +He’d expected resistance. + +He hadn’t expected this—this calm, suffocating wall of skill. + +His pride cracked. + +“Red Tempest Slash!!” + +The sword burned red, glowing like molten metal as Korbin poured the last of his breath, his fury, and his blood into a single, devastating slash. + +It tore forward like a scythe of ruin, the force alone enough to tear the heavens. + +Max didn’t brace. + +He didn’t need to. + +No tension in his muscles. + +No panic in his eyes. + +Just motion. + +His blade flashed once, clean and horizontal. + +The red wave split. + +Shattered mid-air, breaking into harmless wisps of fading light that scattered around him like dying embers. + +Max didn’t even blink. + +Korbin stumbled, sweat dripping from his chin. + +His sword trembled in his hands. + +Max hadn’t counterattacked once. + +He hadn’t needed to. + +Every blow had been stopped like it was nothing. + +A joke. + +And that’s what terrified Korbin most. + +The beast inside him stirred, clawing at the edges. + +His demon blood screamed for carnage. + +This wasn’t just a fight anymore—it was survival. + +With a roar that cracked his throat, he screamed his last move. + +“CRIMSON RUIN FANG!!” + +His final card. + +All of it—his power, his bloodline, his soul—was funneled into the strike. + +The sword turned crimson, its edge so sharp it sang. + +He thrust it forward like it could pierce through the world itself. + +A wave of red, dense and roaring, burst from the blade’s tip. + +It raced toward Max like death incarnate. + +But Max only watched. + +Just before the wave hit, he took a single step to the side. + +Effortless. + +Precise. + +And then—he cut. + +One smooth arc. + +No power behind it. + +Just control. + +And the wave… + +broke. + +It scattered into a fine mist, dissolving like morning fog under the sun. + +Silence followed. + +The mist floated down. + +The wind died. + +And in that stillness, it became painfully clear: + +The fight was already over. + +Max stood there, his sword raised. + +There was no struggle, no exertion in his stance. + +The glow from his blade dimmed slightly, and yet it radiated an unmatched brilliance. + +Korbin was on his knees now, breathing heavily, sweat pouring from his brow. + +His hands trembled as he lowered his sword. + +He was exhausted, enraged, and defeated. + +Every single attack had been countered, every effort nullified. + +He had thrown his most powerful strikes at Max, and yet, Max stood untouched. + +Once again. + +Max’s expression softened ever so slightly as he surveyed Korbin, his blade now resting at his side. + +It was almost easy. + +The simplicity of his sword style—the very essence of balance and clarity—had broken Korbin, shattered his every attack. + +There was no grandiose move, no flashy technique. + +Just pure focus. + +“It’s over, Korbin.” + +Max stepped forward, his movement calm, unhurried. + +He was perfectly in control—and it was time to end it. + +‘An aura just touching the concept is this strong…Even Peak Seeker Rank geniuses are not my opponent.’ He thought suddenly as he walked towards Korbin. + +‘How strong can I be if I were to use my Space Concept?’ Though he also understood that to use Space Concept he would need very high level of energy. + +And he wasn’t going to use it on these geniuses. + +They weren’t worth him using his Space Concept. + +Soon, Max appeared in front of Korbin. + +Korbin trembled, fists clenched around the hilt of his sword as his chest heaved with rage and disbelief. + +His three most powerful techniques—Cruel Slash of Vengeance, Red Tempest Slash, Crimson Ruin Fang—the same moves that had slain countless foes, shattered elite geniuses, and earned him his position as the Fifth Seat of the Demon Race… were all crushed. + +Once again. + +Effortlessly. + +Meaninglessly.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +Like smoke brushed aside by the wind. + +Max hadn’t even broken a sweat. + +He stood there calm, composed—untouched. + +Not a single thread of his black robe was out of place. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-44.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-44.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..354780c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-44.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 44: Level 6" +slug: "ch-44" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 44 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1306 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +In a hotel filled with countless rooms, Max sat quietly in one of them, his attention focused on the two skill scrolls he had purchased from the Jane Market not long ago. + +He had sold all the mana crystals and items he acquired from the Burning Wilds dungeon to the group of old men eager to reward him for defeating the Minotaur. + +As part of the deal, Max had made two requests: that they keep his visit a secret and provide him with a safe place to lay low for a while. + +They agreed without hesitation—after all, the sheer value of the mana crystals was impossible to refuse. + +After selling everything, Max walked away with approximately 50,000 UNI, a small fortune. Using part of this wealth, he had acquired two new skills, one of which was a rare-rank skill—an investment he hoped would be worth every UNI. + +--- + +[Ten Directional Shield, Rare] + +Max opened the scroll and quickly learned it. ’They said they only have very few rare-rank skills, and defensive ones are even rarer, but I was lucky to get my hands on this skill.’ + +--- + +[Ten Directional Shield] + +– Rank: [Rare] + +– Level: 0 + +– Description: Allows one to create shields to protect themselves. The highest level of this skill will allow one to create ten such shields, greatly increasing their defense. + +--- + +Seeing the description of his new skill, Max smiled. ’With this skill, my only weak point has been covered.’ He mused. + +He had noticed that he could fight in close combat with his fists and sword. He could fight at long range with his Magic Bullets skill, but he was severely lacking in defense. + +Apart from his sword, he had nothing else for defense, and even that was a stretch since his sword was his only weapon. + +’Let’s learn the other skill too,’ Max smiled and learned the second skill he had bought along with the defensive one. + +--- + +[Float] + +– Rank: [Common] + +– Level: 0 + +– Description: A skill that allows one to float in the air. + +--- + +’It’s a common-rank skill, but it’s good too, I guess,’ Max sighed. Apart from a defensive skill, he had hoped for a skill that would allow him to fly, but as luck would have it, flying-type skills were even rarer than defense-type skills. + +So, Max had to be satisfied with what he got in the market. + +"Big Brother." + +At that moment, Mimi appeared before him, not alone but with the fire fox spirit and the peacock frost spirit. + +"What happened, Mimi?" Max asked, curious, seeing her come out of his Dimension of Spirits with her friends. + +Mimi looked at Max with a sad expression. "Mimi has to go back." + +"Go back where?" Max frowned. + +Mimi lowered her head and said, "Mimi was also captured by some bad people, but Mimi made friends there." She pointed at the fire fox spirit and the peacock frost spirit. "Mimi came to look for Big Brother, but Mimi must go home now." + +"What? You were also captured?" Max was shocked, fury rising within him. He couldn’t believe there were people who would kidnap kids. + +"Did they do anything to you? Have you been hurt?" He asked, his expression full of concern. + +Mimi shook her head. "Mimi is fine, but Mimi has to go home now." + +"Home?" Max frowned. "Where is this home of yours?" + +"Here!" Mimi replied. + +Almost instantly, Max found himself sitting on the ground in a vast forest. He could hear the roars of monsters, beasts, and much more. + +"What the! How did I come here?" Max was shocked by the sudden change of scenery. + +"This is Mimi’s home." Mimi said, looking around with her eyes sparkling. + +"Your home?" Max wondered if a forest was a place for a kid to live, but it was also true that Mimi wasn’t just any kid. She was too mysterious and possessed abilities that humans could only begin to comprehend. + +"Big Brother, Mimi will go now!" Mimi said, as she began running around with her friends. + +Max panicked seeing that. "Mimi, send me home, please!" + +"Mimi forgot!" Mimi suddenly stopped and shot something to Max. + +Max caught it and noticed that it was a scroll. ’A skill scroll?’ + +She then smiled sweetly. "Mimi will meet Big Brother soon." With those words, she made a portal beneath Max, who suddenly found himself back in the room he had just vanished from. + +He blankly stared at the walls of his room, lost in thought. "Who is Mimi?" He wondered. It was one thing for her to live alone, but to live in a forest and have friends who were spirits made her very special.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +"Also, why does she keep calling me Big Brother, and why did she come looking for me?" Max sighed as he pondered. "She’s a mystery to me, but she did save my life, so I look forward to our next meeting." + +The thing that worried him most was that Mimi had been kidnapped by bad people. Though she had escaped, it wasn’t guaranteed that she wouldn’t be captured again. + +’I hope you’re okay, Mimi,’ Max prayed for a moment before calming himself down. + +Putting away the skill scroll for now, he pondered his plans. + +’With 19 days left before the recruitment test of the Phoenix Order, I should use this time to level up all my skills to level 100,’ he mused. + +Although it would be challenging to spend another 19 days in the Dimension of Time, he didn’t care if it made him stronger. + +’I don’t want to feel that helpless again,’ Max recalled how he had felt when confronted by the Lionheart Guild and then the Blade Family. + +He felt helpless in those situations, with no strength to do anything. He was like a rat in the land of lions, tossed from one enemy to another with only the faint hope of survival. + +’I must be strong enough to escape from those situations and better fight back,’ Max clenched his fists in determination. He knew his enemy was the Blade Family, and after his recent confrontation with them, it was clear. Facing the overlord of the East Region alone would be a joke to others, but for Max, it was his only path. + +’I should level up first before practicing in the Dimension of Time,’ he decided, before taking all the cores he had collected, along with some he had recently bought from the market. + +Max observed the cores and wondered if he could level up to level 7 with them. + +For some unknown reason, he felt that he was absorbing a lot more cores, including higher-level ones, than others just to level up one level. Max knew this was a problem for him. + +As far as he understood, those with high-rank classes should have a smooth path to Adept Rank or even Seeker Rank, yet he, with a SSS rank class, was struggling to level up in Novice Rank. + +’Is there something wrong with me?’ Max wondered, his brows creased in a frown. + +’Let’s forget that for now and focus on what I can do,’ he dismissed the depressing thoughts and began absorbing all the cores he had before him to level up. + +It wasn’t until he finished one-third of the cores that Max leveled up. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 6 of Novice Rank.] + +But he didn’t stop there and absorbed the remaining cores, hoping for another sweet level-up. + +"…." + +But reality was often crueler than expected. + +"Damn, I absorbed three level 10 cores, ten level 9 cores, and many level 8 cores, only to level up once from level 5 to level 6?" Max muttered, gritting his teeth. He felt that the higher his rank, the more high-quality cores he seemed to need to level up. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-440.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-440.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..575715b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-440.md @@ -0,0 +1,218 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 440 - 440 Korbin - Dead" +slug: "ch-440" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 440 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1026 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +440: Korbin – Dead + +440: Korbin – Dead + +“Damn it… DAMN IT!!” Korbin howled, his aura exploding once more, wild demonic energy crackling around him like fire trying to consume the air itself. + +“What are you?!” + +Max, still as the center of a pond, raised his sword—just slightly—and breathed. + +His pink eyes locked on to Korbin with the cold, quiet clarity of someone who had already seen the end of this fight. + +And then—he moved. + +Not with rage. + +Not with speed. + +With purpose. + +He took a single step forward. + +His sword arm rose, not in some dramatic, over-the-top flourish, but in a slow, graceful arc. + +And then, the world changed. + +WHOOM. + +A wave of pressure exploded outward from Max—not violent, but suffocating in its purity. + +The air stilled, as if the very world had paused to witness what was coming. + +The ground beneath his feet cracked—no, peeled, layer by layer, as if reality itself couldn’t bear the sharpness that now lived in his blade. + +Every being on the tenth floor—elf, demon, human—froze. + +Their hearts skipped. + +Their minds screamed that something unnatural had been unleashed. + +Max’s sword hadn’t just become dangerous. + +It had become truth. + +“What… what is this feeling?” someone whispered from the crowd, unable to breathe. + +“It’s not just Sword Aura…” muttered an elf, eyes wide in shock. + +“It’s… approaching Concept…” + +“This!” Craig’s voice cracked through the air as his eyes went wide with disbelief. + +He wasn’t the only one—several of the demons behind him took unconscious steps back, their instincts screaming at them to flee from the suffocating pressure emanating from the arena. + +From Max. + +From his sword. + +The sheer density of power, the terrifying clarity in that pressure, wasn’t something that could be faked or misunderstood. + +It wasn’t brute force. + +It wasn’t overwhelming aura. + +It was something far rarer, far more frightening—refined intent, the kind that only came when one’s understanding of a power reached its apex. + +“How… how can this be possible?” Craig muttered aloud, stunned as he tried to steady his shaking breath. + +His fists trembled at his sides. + +His eyes darted between Korbin’s hopeless figure and the lone figure standing in the arena—Max, his blade lowered, his eyes calm, untouched, unmoved. + +A man who had not only defied the standards of power, but rewritten them in front of every witness. + +There were thousands of geniuses in the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth. + +Elves, demons, humans—all talented beyond compare. + +Some had spent decades locked in the Chamber of Laws, meditating in silence, struggling to reach the mysterious boundary between Aura and Concept. + +Some never reached it in a lifetime. + +Some never even caught a glimpse of it. + +But Max? + +He had just arrived. + +This was his first time on the tenth floor. + +He hadn’t even touched the Chamber of Laws. + +And yet… his sword pressure was knocking at the door of a Concept—something that shattered the entire understanding of what was possible, of what was normal. + +It was unprecedented. + +‘This human…’ Craig’s thoughts twisted into a storm of panic and resolve. + +‘He needs to be killed at any cost.’ His fists clenched harder, fingernails digging into his palms until blood dripped silently from between his fingers. + +It didn’t matter if it was shameless. + +It didn’t matter if it broke the unspoken rules of pride. + +Max was too dangerous to be left alive. + +If this talent was allowed to continue, if he was allowed to grow just a little more… there would be no stopping him. + +Even Princess Lenavira, standing silently beside Alice, couldn’t hide her shock. + +Her normally composed gaze trembled faintly as she recalled the pressure that had poured from Max’s sword just moments ago. + +Her elven bloodline, especially her royal bloodline, gave her one of the highest affinities to mana and energy among her people, but even she had to admit—the pressure Max released was suffocating. + +Crushing. + +Yet refined like silk wrapped around a blade. + +A storm within a drop. + +‘So he wasn’t bluffing,’ she thought, her eyes fixed on the arena. + +‘When he said he could defeat the top geniuses of the Lost Continent… he meant it. + +And now… he’s proving it.’ + +The entire tenth floor of the Tower of Truth had gone silent. + +And deep within the hearts of every genius present—fear began to root itself. + +Fear not of the human race… + +But of Max Voidwalker. + +Korbin, still crouched, his eyes bloodshot and mouth parted in disbelief, felt as though his entire body was being torn apart just standing in the presence of Max’s sword. + +“This… this can’t be real…” + +Max took another step. + +With each breath, his sword began to hum—not with energy, but with understanding. + +This was the sword style forged in the crucible of the Pillar of Divine Appraisal. + +Honed through battle after battle against warriors who tested not just strength, but essence. + +It was not chaotic. + +It was not flashy. + +It was perfection through simplicity. + +And now, he unleashed it. + +He raised his blade and whispered beneath his breath, “Void Blade Style – Final Arc.” + +In that moment, the entire floor felt like it had been cut in half. + +A streak of silver light flashed through the arena so fast that even time failed to register it. + +There was no swing. + +There was no clash. + +There was only a single motion—so refined, so distilled—that even the heavens might have bowed to it. + +The pressure snapped. + +The silence shattered. + +Korbin didn’t even feel it. + +He blinked once—and then the world came apart. + +His sword split in two. + +His armor cracked down the middle. + +His body froze… before slowly beginning to dissolve, from the center of his chest outward. + +No blood. + +No scream. + +Just disintegration, as though his very existence was deemed too noisy to remain. + +“No…” Korbin muttered weakly, falling to his knees. + +“This can’t be…” + +But it already was. + +With one stroke, Max had ended it. + +As Korbin’s body faded into bloody mist, Max stood still, his blade lowered at his side, glowing faintly with that surreal clarity. + +Around him, no one moved. + +No one breathed. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-441.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-441.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6266c2f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-441.md @@ -0,0 +1,216 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 441 A Sneak Attack" +slug: "ch-441" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 441 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1243 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +441: A Sneak Attack + +441: A Sneak Attack + +Max turned slowly, his eyes sharp and unwavering, the blade of the black sword still humming faintly with power at his side. + +His gaze swept across the crowd of demons, settling on the one who stood at their center—Craig, the hulking First Seat, whose presence had always carried the weight of intimidation. + +But now, in this moment, even Craig’s aura felt like a flickering candle against a storm. + +Max’s voice rang out, calm but cutting, “Are there any others who wish to kill me right now?” + +The words echoed through the arena like a blade sliding from its sheath. + +Then—silence. + +A silence so deep and absolute it pressed down on every chest like a boulder. + +No one moved. + +No one breathed. + +The entire tenth floor had seen it—Korbin, Fifth Seat of the Demon Race, someone revered as untouchable among most Seeker Rank powerhouses, had been effortlessly cut down by Max. + +Not with overwhelming brute force, not with flashy divine techniques—but with calm, composed, refined mastery. + +As if swatting away a fly. + +The demons had come prepared to suppress Max. + +Some had even fantasized about killing him themselves, believing him to be an arrogant human who didn’t know his place. + +But now, none of them could meet his gaze. + +The sheer pressure that had rolled off his sword just moments ago still lingered in the air, a warning etched into space itself. + +What they had witnessed wasn’t just a victory. + +It was a statement. + +A monster like him… no one wanted to challenge that. + +Not even those burning with hatred. + +Even the demons who had long hungered for the extermination of humanity—who had justified killing Max simply because of his race—remained silent. + +Their bloodlust was gone. + +Swallowed by the image of a lone figure standing tall in the arena, unbothered, unstained, untouched. + +Their hatred had met something far stronger than fear. + +It had met despair. + +But not everyone feared him. + +“I will fight you.” + +The words cut through the silence like a cold dagger. + +Every head turned, eyes widening, as Craig, the First Seat of the Demon Race, stepped forward—his massive frame moving slowly, purposefully, like a predator that had finally chosen to strike. + +Despite everything that had just happened, despite witnessing the terrifying pressure from Max’s sword and the clean execution of Korbin, Craig still wanted to fight. + +No, not just fight. + +Kill. + +He landed in the arena with a thunderous thud, standing directly across from Max, his towering presence radiating killing intent so potent it made the surrounding air feel heavy. + +“I’ve been meaning to use my Authority to kill you,” Craig said darkly, his voice like gravel soaked in venom. + +“But it seems you’ve made things easier for me.” His mouth twisted into a cruel grin. + +Max raised an eyebrow, calm and composed as always. + +“Yeah, right—” he began casually, but his words cut short. + +Whoosh! + +Craig’s figure vanished before Max could finish his sentence. + +Max’s instincts screamed. + +He spun—just in time to see Craig materialize behind him, his massive black sword already mid-swing, aimed directly at Max’s back with explosive power. + +CLANG! + +Max moved instantly, turning with supernatural precision, his right hand shooting out to catch the sword bare-handed, powered by the full might of his 300 Draconic Essences. + +Katcha! + +He caught the massive sword with his right hand. + +The impact released a violent shockwave that blasted through the arena like a sonic boom, sending cracks webbing across the ground beneath them and rippling through the air. + +Sparks exploded as flesh met steel. + +Craig’s grin widened. + +“Heh… you fell for it.” he sneered viciously. + +And before Max could even respond, a sudden sharp pulse erupted from beneath Craig’s palm—a hidden treasure, an ancient demonic relic that had been dormant until now, buried in the hilt of his sword and activated with a drop of Craig’s blood at the exact moment of impact. + +From within the weapon’s core, a thin, black needle-like spike made from condensed spatial venom—forbidden demonic alchemy—shot out, aiming directly for Max’s chest with a speed that tore the sound barrier in half. + +This was not a technique. + +It was an assassination. + +A sneak attack built into the very weapon Craig had wielded, triggered in the moment of contact—where not even the Tower’s defensive laws could respond in time. + +It was a trick designed to kill even those far above his level if caught off guard. + +The needle tore through the air and pierced Max’s chest, embedding itself just below his heart with a sickening, soundless thrust. + +For a brief moment, the arena froze. + +Max didn’t cry out. + +He didn’t fall. + +He didn’t even flinch. + +But his eyes narrowed the slightest bit, and his body instinctively stepped back half a pace. + +Craig, meanwhile, had already retreated, leaping away with practiced speed, his massive sword once again resting across his back, the hilt still faintly glowing from the activation of the hidden treasure. + +And then—he laughed. + +“Hahaha! + +You’re done for!” Craig’s voice echoed triumphantly through the silent arena. + +“No matter how strong you are, no matter how resilient your body is… once you’re poisoned with the Voidshade Venom, your fate is sealed. + +It doesn’t matter what race you belong to. + +It doesn’t matter if you’re a beast or a god. + +In the history of this poison, no one has survived. + +And you, Max?” He sneered, his eyes blazing with dark joy. + +“You are no exception.” + +Max stood there in silence. + +His body slightly hunched. + +His hand resting against the spot where the needle had struck. + +And for the first few seconds, he did feel something. + +‘A poison… huh?’ Max thought as a wave of overwhelming weakness surged through his veins. + +It was like ice and fire flooding his limbs at the same time—paralyzing and burning. + +His muscles tightened. + +His vision blurred for a heartbeat. + +‘I should’ve been more careful,’ he admitted inwardly, his breath shallow for a moment. + +But he didn’t regret it. + +Not for a second. + +Because deep down, Max knew something others didn’t. + +‘Poisons… don’t work on me.’ + +Just as the venom surged, attempting to dig deeper into his cells—his 300 Draconic Essences stirred awake. + +A low rumble echoed from within his body like an ancient beast being disturbed. + +Golden and black lights coiled through his bloodstream, swirling violently as if enraged. + +Then—like a storm of divine wrath—his Draconic Essences devoured the poison. + +The Voidshade Venom, said to be incurable, to consume the soul and destroy the body within moments, was obliterated—torn apart, purified, and turned to nothingness. + +It didn’t just stop spreading. + +It was eradicated, burned away in the furnace of Max’s inner power. + +And with it, Max felt strength flood back into his limbs. + +His lungs filled deeply. + +His vision cleared. + +His heart steadied. + +Back when Max had first arrived at the headquarters of the Black Lotus Guild, hidden deep within the forgotten corners of the Outer Circle, he remembered a particular conversation with Klaus that lingered in his memory ever since. + +Klaus had stood beside an ancient fountain, arms folded, his voice low and calm as he explained one of the Guild’s deepest secrets—that all true members of the Black Lotus Guild carried within their blood a unique resilience, a trait so deeply ingrained into their lineage that it allowed them to survive poisons that would render even divine beasts helpless. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-442.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-442.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2322078 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-442.md @@ -0,0 +1,226 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 442 End of Craig" +slug: "ch-442" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 442 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +442: End of Craig + +442: End of Craig + +“No matter how potent the venom,” Klaus had said, “no matter how deadly the toxin, the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline will not die from it. + +And in most cases… it won’t even feel it. + +That was why we use all kinds of poisons to assassinate our targets. + +It’s the best weapon for us.” That revelation had stunned Max back then. + +But now, as he stood in the arena of the Tower of Truth, the words echoed like prophecy. + +Unlike the others, Max didn’t just carry the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline—his was far beyond, purer, denser, something even the Guild had no record of. + +His bloodline wasn’t just a Source Bloodline—it was something that transcended it. + +And with that, Max believed—no, he knew—that there wasn’t a poison in this world or the next that could ever bring him down. + +Not venom from beasts, not ancient soul toxins, not even the so-called untouchable Voidshade Venom Craig had so proudly unleashed. + +Max believed he was immune to all of them—not by chance, not by arrogance—but because he himself had tested some of the potent poisons of Black Lotus guild back in their headquarters. + +And like he had expected, they didn’t work on him. + +“Heh,” Max chuckled lightly, his voice calm and laced with something far more dangerous than rage—certainty. + +Slowly, he straightened his posture, rising tall and composed, as though the needle that had just pierced his chest was a mere inconvenience, not a death sentence. + +His pink eyes, calm and almost amused, locked onto Craig, who had instinctively taken a step back the moment Max moved. + +That single step was involuntary, driven by something primal—fear. + +Max tilted his head slightly and asked with a faint smirk, “Were you saying something?” + +Craig’s face contorted, his lips parting in disbelief. + +“Y-You… how is this possible?” he stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of sheer confusion. + +“How are you alive?” + +It didn’t make sense. + +Not to him. + +Not to any demon who had ever heard the legends of the Voidshade Venom. + +The poison wasn’t just rare—it was final. + +A cursed toxin refined over thousands of years by forbidden demonic rituals, designed to kill without a trace, to erase not just the body but the will of anyone it infected. + +Craig had seen it used before. + +He had seen monsters, geniuses, even high-ranking warlords reduced to twitching corpses within seconds of exposure. + +And yet here Max stood—alive, breathing, his aura even more composed than before. + +But Craig’s pride refused to accept what he was witnessing. + +He clenched his teeth and forced a mocking sneer back onto his face. + +“No,” he growled, shaking his head. + +“You’re faking it. + +You’re still poisoned. + +I can tell. + +You must be in a weakened state, just trying to act tough—pretending you’re fine while the venom eats you alive from the inside.” + +He gestured wildly, his eyes slightly manic. + +“Yes, that’s it. + +You’re just enduring it, buying time, hiding the pain while waiting to collapse. + +That’s the only explanation—because no one survives Voidshade Venom. + +No one.” + +But even as he spoke, Craig’s words began to sound hollow. + +The longer he looked at Max—who stood perfectly still, whose breathing remained steady, whose skin hadn’t paled or blistered, whose eyes held no trace of struggle—the more his conviction began to tremble. + +Because what he couldn’t understand… + +Was that Max wasn’t enduring the poison. + +He had devoured it. + +“Any last words?” Max asked softly, his tone devoid of arrogance or cruelty—just calm finality. + +His pink eyes stared at Craig like one might regard a crumbling statue—something already gone, already broken, simply waiting to fall apart. + +In Max’s eyes, Craig was already dead. + +It was only a matter of seconds now. + +But Craig wasn’t ready to die. + +Not like this. + +Not without understanding how it had all gone so wrong. + +“I don’t believe it!” he shouted, his voice laced with desperation and denial. + +“I don’t believe the poison doesn’t affect you!” + +The weight of his fury boiled over. + +His body erupted with demonic energy, darkness swirling like a maelstrom around him, his aura surging to its absolute peak—the pinnacle of the Seeker Rank. + +The very floor of the arena cracked beneath his feet as he drew his massive black sword once more. + +“I’ll kill you with my own hands!” + +But Max didn’t even flinch. + +“I won’t give you a second chance,” he said coldly, his voice like a blade drawn in silence. + +And then—he moved. + +In that instant, he activated one of his most devastating skills, his voice barely above a whisper: “Magic Swords Excalibur.” + +Whoosh! + +From above, the sky split. + +A golden sword descended from the heavens—towering, radiant, and impossibly detailed. + +Every inch of it shimmered with divine brilliance, its edge sharp enough to slice through fate itself. + +The blade was thrice the size of the demon charging below it, and its presence alone silenced the entire tenth floor. + +It was not just a weapon—it was judgment made manifest. + +Craig’s eyes widened in terror as he looked up—his rage collapsing into pure dread. + +BOOM! + +The Excalibur struck the arena like the wrath of a god. + +The moment it landed, an explosion of golden light erupted, engulfing Craig completely. + +In a flash of light and force, Craig was gone. + +No scream. + +No remains. + +Not a scrap of armor, not even dust. + +He was obliterated, his entire being erased from existence in a single, divine stroke. + +The shockwave shattered the ground, sent tremors racing through the Tower of Truth, and silenced even the whispers of the crowd. + +A moment later, the golden sword faded into motes of light, leaving behind a massive crater in the arena’s center—still glowing, still trembling from the power it had unleashed. + +And at the edge of it stood Max. + +Unmoving. + +Unbothered. + +Unmatched. + +Everyone stood frozen—stunned, astonished, shocked beyond words. + +Not a single whisper echoed across the vast tenth floor of the Tower of Truth. + +It was as if the very air had turned to stone. + +What they had just witnessed wasn’t simply a battle—it was an execution, swift and absolute. + +The number one seat of the Demon Race, Craig, the monstrous figure feared by even the most elite geniuses, the one who carried the Authority of the tower and stood atop all other Seeker Rank demons, had been obliterated in a matter of seconds. + +Not worn down in a drawn-out, desperate clash. + +Not wounded after a brutal exchange. + +No—he was simply erased. + +There was no struggle, no resistance. + +Just a golden sword—radiant, divine, devastating—descending from the sky and wiping him from existence. + +People couldn’t wrap their minds around it. + +Even those who hated Craig, who whispered curses about him in the shadows, couldn’t help but shiver at what they had seen. + +If Craig could fall like that… who among them stood a chance? + +Some elves looked at each other with disbelief. + +The humans, especially those from the Moon Faction, were too stunned to even celebrate. + +Even the demons, once seething with hatred and pride, now wore expressions of disbelief and fear. + +Max hadn’t just killed Craig—he had shattered the balance of the tower with a single blow. + +He had proven, without a doubt, that he wasn’t just strong—he was a force of nature, a presence so overwhelming that the old rules, the old hierarchies, the old titles… + +meant nothing before him. + +And in that heavy, suffocating silence that followed Craig’s erasure, only one truth remained in everyone’s hearts: Max Voidwalker was untouchable. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-443.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-443.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2b8cb7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-443.md @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 443 Still not enough" +slug: "ch-443" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 443 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1228 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +443: Still not enough? + +443: Still not enough? + +‘As expected…’ Max thought silently, his gaze lingering on the fading golden light where the Excalibur had vanished, leaving behind only a deep crater and the silence of awe. + +‘A Legendary Rank skill… evolved from something as basic as a Common Rank one… + +It’s strength might reach Divine Rank or even surpass it.’ + +His fingers tightened slightly around the hilt of his sword, not from tension, but from quiet reflection. + +The strength that Excalibur had just displayed wasn’t a fluke—it wasn’t just the raw power of a high-ranked ability. + +No, it was far deeper than that. + +It was mastery. + +True, relentless, unfathomable mastery. + +Max knew better than anyone that most experts, even the most gifted, rarely ever pushed a single skill beyond level 20. + +For many, even reaching level 10 was already a feat of talent. + +But him? + +He had pushed every skill he had through the Limitbreaker Realm—surpassing level 100, where the system stopped guiding and the path had to be carved by one’s own will. + +From the moment he first picked up the skill and learned it, he had never let it go. + +Not until it became something greater. + +From Common to Uncomon. + +Uncommon to Rare. + +Rare to Epic. + +And now—Legendary. + +Each evolution had been built upon layers of comprehension, battle-hardened instinct, and soul-deep discipline. + +Making Magic Swords Excalibur, not just any skill—it was the crystallization of every mastery of all the ranks from Common to Epic Rank skills. + +And now, Max was mastering the Legendary Rank… + +“Blob… how strong am I right now? + +Can I defeat someone at Expert Rank?” Max asked suddenly, his voice filled with curiosity. + +After all, with his current power, even those at the peak of Seeker Rank couldn’t last more than a single strike against him. + +Naturally, he thought he might have already crossed into the realm of the experts. + +But Blob’s reply shattered that illusion like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head. + +“You’re nowhere near it,” the spirit’s voice echoed in his mind, firm and dismissive. + +Max frowned, confused. + +‘Nowhere near?’ He asked mentally, feeling a bit frustrated. + +Blob didn’t sugarcoat it. + +“You clearly don’t understand the gap between Seeker Rank and Expert Rank. + +It’s massive. + +Let me explain. + +The ranks you’ve passed—Novice, Apprentice, Adept, and Seeker—are what we call the foundation ranks. + +They’re the basics. + +The difference between them isn’t that large. + +Anyone with talent, resources, and effort can climb them quickly. + +But starting from Expert Rank… that’s where everything changes.” + +His tone grew heavier, more serious. + +“From Expert to Master, then Champion, and finally Legend Rank—those four are the real stages of power.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +The gap between each one is so large it’s hard to describe. + +Even geniuses who can supposedly fight five levels above their level in the Seeker Rank get crushed when they enter this zone. + +Just one level in Expert Rank is equal to several levels in Seeker Rank. + +That’s how steep the climb becomes.” + +He paused before driving the point home. + +“No matter how terrifying your strength seems now, you’re still in Adept Rank. + +Even if you destroy Seeker Rank geniuses with ease, it means nothing in the domain of true experts. + +You’re still far from touching the threshold of the Expert Rank.” + +Max nodded silently, taking in every word Blob had said. + +The truth stung, but he couldn’t deny it. + +‘I need to get stronger—and fast,’ he thought grimly. + +But the problem with his soul… it held him back. + +‘I can’t do anything here,’ he admitted to himself with clenched fists, the frustration bubbling inside him. + +For a moment, he tightened them so hard his knuckles turned white, before finally releasing the tension with a long breath. + +No use losing control. + +Not yet. + +‘Once I’m done with the Tower of Truth… I’ll head to the North Region of the Valora Continent.’ His eyes hardened with resolve. + +He had made up his mind. + +There was no turning back. + +But then, a thought crossed his mind—sharp and clear like a blade itself. + +‘If I manage to comprehend all four of my auras to the level of concepts… and master them completely,’ he reasoned, ‘then I might actually stand a chance against someone in the Expert Rank.’ + +His eyes lit up with a flicker of hope, a rare expression for someone who had been burdened with so many battles, so many impossible odds. + +Even now, he understood the gap between Seeker and Expert Rank was monumental—almost insurmountable—but concepts were the foundation of true power. + +They weren’t just techniques or energies; they were laws, truths of the world. + +And if he could grasp four of them—flame, lightning, sword, and space—then he would possess a strength few could rival. + +‘Not even many Expert Rank leaders can comprehend more than one,’ he thought. + +‘But me? + +I’ll have four.’ That thought surged through him like lightning, igniting something within. + +‘This is my edge,’ he realized. + +‘This is my weapon against the impossible.’ + +His lips curled into a faint, determined smile. + +‘All the more reason I need to make full use of the Chamber of Concepts.’ This place, this tower wasn’t just an opportunity—it was the anvil where his future self would be forged. + +With that thought in mind, he turned slowly, facing the massive crowd gathered before the tenth hall. + +His gaze swept through them like a storm, sharp and unmoving, until it landed on the group of demons who stood at the front. + +“Anyone else who wants to challenge me?” His voice rang out, calm but cold, laced with the kind of confidence that made the air around him grow heavy. + +But no one stepped forward. + +Not a single demon. + +Not even those from other races. + +Fear rooted them to the spot. + +Some still trembled, visibly shaken from what they had just witnessed—the brutal annihilation of Craig. + +That moment where Max’s golden sword came down like divine judgment, erasing Craig from existence with terrifying finality, was seared into their minds. + +It wasn’t just a victory. + +It was domination. + +And that kind of power left behind only one thing in their hearts—pure, unshakable fear. + +Seeing that no one dared to step forward and challenge him, Max calmly stepped down from the arena, the silence in the hall echoing louder than any roar of approval. + +The crowd parted instinctively as he walked, and he landed softly beside Alice and Princess Lenavira, his expression unreadable. + +Just then, he paused, sensing something shift within his body. + +Reaching into his storage space, he pulled out the Essence Stone—it was glowing, no, radiating with a golden brilliance that seemed to pulse with power, lighting up the area around his hand like a miniature sun. + +Princess Lenavira’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. + +“It looks like the points you gained from defeating Craig and Korbin are enough to push you to the peak of Adept Rank,” she said calmly, as if it were just a casual observation. + +Max gave a small nod and placed the stone back inside. + +It wasn’t the time to absorb it. + +Not here. + +Not now. + +He had other things to deal with first. + +“What are your plans now?” Lenavira asked again, this time with a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-444.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-444.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b28c5ab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-444.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 444 A Plan Against Monarch" +slug: "ch-444" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 444 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1097 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +444: A Plan Against Monarch + +444: A Plan Against Monarch + +Max went quiet, his gaze drifting toward the far end of the hall where the chambers lay hidden in shadows. + +After a short pause, he spoke in a low, thoughtful voice. + +“I’ll check out the Chamber of Concepts before I leave the Lost Continent.” The words hung in the air like a whisper carried on the wind. + +“Leaving?” Alice, who had been silently standing by his side, turned toward him in surprise. + +Her brows furrowed slightly as she asked, “Where are you going?” There was a trace of concern in her tone, a flicker of something unspoken in her eyes. + +“I…” Max hesitated, unsure of what to say. + +The words caught in his throat. + +He didn’t want to lie, but he definitely couldn’t tell her the truth either. + +He hadn’t told Alice about his soul problem—not even once—and he had no intention of doing so. + +If she knew, she’d worry, and that would only slow down her progress in comprehending her Concepts. + +Max didn’t want that. + +She needed to focus on her own path, not carry the weight of his burden. + +Just as the silence stretched too long, Princess Lenavira stepped in, turning her gaze to Alice. + +“He plans to head to the North Region of the Valora Continent for a secret mission only he could do,” she said calmly, “because the Citadel of Atherion is set to descend in a year and three months from now.” + +Max shot her a look, thankful for her smooth intervention. + +‘Thanks,’ he sent to her through a vital essence voice transmission, and Lenavira simply gave a small nod in return. + +But Alice wasn’t done. + +Her brows knit in confusion, her eyes searching Max’s face. + +“Why? + +Why would you need to go to the North Region? + +And what secret mission?” she asked again, her curiosity deepening. + +Max coughed lightly, buying himself a moment, then began to speak. + +“I heard from Aelric,” he said, “that if we can form alliances with the elves and the humans from this continent, we might stand a real chance against the Young Monarch. + +But that’s only if we’re certain of their support.” + +He glanced away briefly, then added, “That’s why I’ll be taking a handwritten letter from King Magnar himself to the Witch of the North. + +If she agrees to help, we might be able to form a united front. + +The final battle against the Monarch… it’ll take place in the Citadel of Atherion.” + +The words spilled from his mouth—half instinct, half improvisation—but the more he spoke, the more it made sense in his mind. + +It didn’t even feel like a lie anymore. + +In fact, it sounded like a plan. + +A real one. + +And as the idea took shape, something within him began to believe it too. + +‘If I can really pull this off,’ he thought, ‘if I can unite the East, West, and North of Valora Continent along with the humans and elves of the Lost Continent…’ His eyes narrowed slightly. + +‘Maybe we’ll actually stand a chance against the Monarch.’ + +It was a long shot, Max knew that. + +But even the smallest hope was better than sitting still and waiting for fate to crush them. + +If there was even the slightest chance that he could unite the scattered powers of the two continents and rally them against the Monarch, then it was worth trying. + +Besides, he had to go to the North Region anyway—he needed to find the Witch of the North, not just to deliver some fabricated letter, but to request her to cure his soul. + +Just as that thought passed through his mind, he felt a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle ripple in his senses. + +He turned his head forward, and there, standing just a few steps away, were two familiar figures—Adam and Fagus. + +They were both human, like him, and yet there was a quiet weight in their expressions that told Max they hadn’t come for a casual chat. + +Adam stepped forward first, his tone calm but solemn. + +“Max, we know the humans of this continent haven’t treated you the way you deserve,” he said, his voice low and sincere. + +“So… please accept our apology.” Without hesitation, he bowed deeply, and beside him, Fagus did the same, lowering his head with quiet dignity. + +The sight caught Max off guard. + +His eyes widened slightly, and he took a half step forward, flustered. + +“What are you two doing?” he asked, his voice tinged with surprise and embarrassment. + +He hadn’t expected this—didn’t want this kind of gesture. + +“If anything, I should be the one thanking you both,” he continued, his gaze moving between them. + +“You stood up to Craig when no one else dared to. + +That… meant more to me than you know. + +And I’m truly grateful.” His voice softened as he spoke, the sincerity in his words reflecting just how much that moment had stayed with him. + +Adam and Fagus slowly lifted their heads, their eyes meeting Max’s with a newfound calmness, a sense of understanding that went beyond words. + +“If you have any free time,” Adam said with a small smile, “please do visit our Moon Faction of the Saint Human Alliance. + +Everything you’ve been wondering about… all your questions will be answered there.” + +There was a quiet weight behind his words, as though he knew things Max hadn’t yet grasped. + +Max didn’t hesitate. + +He nodded with quiet resolve. + +“I will. + +I promise.” And he meant it. + +With the growing threat of the Monarch looming ahead, he knew he couldn’t fight this war alone. + +If there was a place where he could find answers, allies, or even insight into his own fragmented soul, he needed to go there. + +Besides, now that he was planning to unite the forces of the continent, building ties with the Moon Faction—one of the key human forces on the Lost Continent—was no longer a choice, but a necessity. + +Adam gave him a nod of approval, his expression relaxed. + +Fagus smiled faintly as he stepped back. + +“Alright then,” Adam said, “now that the situation here has been dealt with, we’ll take our leave.” + +Just before turning away, Fagus paused and glanced back at Max. + +His tone was light, but the sincerity was unmistakable. + +“Be sure to come by,” he said. + +“We’ll be waiting.” With that, the two of them walked off, leaving Max standing there with a promise in his heart and a new thread of fate tying him to the Moon Faction. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-445.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-445.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8d7988 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-445.md @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 445 Chamber of Concepts" +slug: "ch-445" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 445 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +445: Chamber of Concepts + +445: Chamber of Concepts + +Max watched as Adam and Fagus walked away, their figures slowly blending into the distance until they vanished into the crowd. + +He stood still for a moment, quietly reflecting on their words, then turned his gaze to Alice. + +“Have you been to the Chamber of Concepts?” he asked, his tone light but curious. + +Alice nodded with a smile, her eyes shining slightly. + +“Yeah, I’ve been there,” she replied. + +“But it’s very different from what you’re probably imagining.” + +Her answer sparked a flicker of interest in Max’s mind. + +“Oh?” he tilted his head, intrigued. + +“Let’s go to the Chamber of Concepts then.” + +Alice and Princess Lenavira exchanged a glance, both nodding in agreement before they began to walk. + +The moment they moved, the crowd around them instinctively parted, stepping aside in silent acknowledgment of the presence they carried. + +Max followed behind them as the three moved through the hall, the atmosphere calm but expectant. + +A few moments later, they arrived in front of the entrance to the Chamber of Concepts—and Max’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. + +‘This…’ he thought, stepping forward. + +It wasn’t a door. + +At least not in any traditional sense. + +What stood before him was a brilliant expanse of shining blue light, swirling and shifting like a liquid veil, spreading over a ten-meter-wide area that marked the threshold of the chamber. + +It radiated a strange, serene energy that made the air hum softly around it. + +Max’s eyes scanned the scene—he could see several geniuses stepping into the glowing light one after another, their bodies vanishing the moment they touched it, as though they had been absorbed into another world. + +At the same time, others emerged from the light, appearing out of thin air with dazed or focused expressions, as if returning from a deep dream. + +The space seemed alive, like it existed in a different plane altogether. + +Max felt the pull immediately—a whisper in his soul, inviting him to step through and uncover the truths hidden within. + +But he could also feel a very dark aura from the shimmering blue light. + +“By the way, Max,” Princess Lenavira said suddenly, interrupting the moment as if remembering something important. + +Her voice was calm, but there was a note of seriousness in it. + +“Now that you’re heading in to comprehend Concepts, you’ll probably spend months inside. + +So, I’ll be taking my leave.” + +As she spoke, she reached into her robe and tossed something toward him—a small, elegant green badge shaped like a leaf. + +Max caught it with ease, his eyes briefly examining its delicate curves and the faint glow pulsing from its veins. + +“Keep this with you,” Lenavira continued. + +“It’s not for communication, exactly. + +But in case of an emergency, or if we need to call you urgently from within the tower, it’ll release a specific aura. + +That’ll be your signal that something’s wrong and we might need your help.” + +Max nodded, not thinking too much of it. + +He slipped the leaf-shaped badge into his storage space and moved on. + +But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Alice’s expression twist ever so slightly. + +She was glaring at the leaf badge like it had personally offended her. + +The silent daggers in her gaze were sharp enough to slice through steel. + +Max noticed—but wisely chose to ignore it. + +No point starting an argument over something so trivial. + +“Alright, I’ll take my leave now,” Princess Lenavira said, her attention shifting to Alice. + +Her tone softened, almost playful. + +“Alice, when you come out of the Chamber of Concepts next time, I’ll take you to my Elf Kingdom. + +You’ll love it there.” + +Alice’s eyes lit up at the mention, her earlier annoyance vanishing instantly. + +“I’d love that!” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. + +“I’ve heard the Elf Kingdom is not just ancient, but breathtakingly beautiful. + +I’ve always wanted to see it with my own eyes.” + +Lenavira smiled gently. + +“Good,” she said simply, then turned without another word and walked away, leaving Max and Alice standing alone at the glowing entrance of the Chamber of Concepts, the veil of blue light shimmering softly before them. + +“Let’s enter the Chamber of Concepts,” Max said to Alice, his voice calm and steady as his eyes remained fixed on the swirling blue light before them. + +It was time. + +But Alice frowned, her lips curling into a pout as she folded her arms. + +“Give me something,” she said firmly, “so that I’ll know when you’re leaving the chamber.” Her voice was soft, but there was a stubborn edge to it. + +Max couldn’t help but smile wryly at her insistence. + +“Don’t worry,” he said with a light chuckle, “I’ll call you out after I leave the chamber.” + +“No, you can’t,” Alice replied, turning sharply toward the glowing veil of light. + +“You can’t contact anyone while they’re inside the chamber. + +Communication gets completely cut off in there. + +And I don’t have a treasure like the one Big Sis Lena gave you,” she added, her tone slightly sulky. + +Max let out a quiet breath, then offered her a reassuring grin. + +“Alright then,” he said, humoring her, “how about this? + +You enter the chamber first. + +I’ll wait here and try to contact you. + +That way, we’ll know for sure whether I can reach you or not.” + +Alice narrowed her eyes at him, clearly trying to see if he was being serious or just playing around. + +But after a moment, she gave a slight nod. + +“Fine,” she said, and without another word, stepped forward into the ten-meter-wide field of shimmering blue light. + +The instant she touched it, her figure was enveloped and vanished—like she had been erased from reality in a flash of color. + +Max watched her disappear, then took a deep breath. + +He stood still for a second longer, as if letting the silence settle around him. + +Finally, he closed his eyes and walked forward. + +The moment he stepped into the light, his body vanished as well, leaving behind only the quiet hum of energy where two figures once stood on the tenth floor. + +— + +Alice stood silently in a world bathed in flames, the air thick with heat yet strangely still. + +Crimson fire danced across the walls and floor, casting flickering shadows that swayed like spirits in the dark. + +At the center of the flaming room floated a massive stone, the size of a grown man, suspended in midair.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Glowing red veins pulsed through its body like molten blood, radiating waves of power that filled the entire space with a steady, throbbing rhythm. + +Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the stone, waiting… hoping. + +But no signal came. + +No flicker. + +No sound. + +No trace of Max. + +“I knew he was lying,” she muttered under her breath, arms crossed, voice full of pouty irritation. + +“Looks like I’ll have to teach him a lesson later.” + +“Teach who a lesson?” a voice suddenly spoke from behind her. + +Alice nearly jumped out of her skin. + +Heart pounding, she spun around—and there he was. + +Max, standing casually behind her as if he’d been there the whole time. + +She gawked at him, stunned. + +“What?! + +How? + +How are you here?” + +Max leaned in slightly, a mischievous smile curling on his lips as he whispered in her ear, “Want to hear a secret? + +I control this tower now. + +I can go wherever I want inside it.” + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-446.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-446.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e9b76d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-446.md @@ -0,0 +1,210 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 446 Mysterious Dark Aura" +slug: "ch-446" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 446 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1341 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +446: Mysterious Dark Aura + +446: Mysterious Dark Aura + +“Huh?” Alice scoffed, crossing her arms with a glare. + +“As if I’ll believe that.” She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. + +She knew the Tower of Truth wasn’t something that could be controlled so easily, and Max’s smug tone made it clear he was messing with her. + +Or so she thought. + +What she didn’t realize was that Max wasn’t joking.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +Not entirely. + +Still playing along, she huffed. + +“You must’ve gained some kind of Authority, huh? + +That’s probably how you’re walking around in here.” + +Max gave her a long, unreadable look, then let out a soft laugh. + +“Alright, you caught me. + +But now you know I can reach you even if I leave the Chamber of Concepts.” + +Alice gave a satisfied nod. + +“Don’t forget to call me when you get out.” + +Max grinned. + +“How could I ever forget about you?” he teased. + +“Now go away,” Alice shot back, though there was no real heat in her words. + +Max nodded with a smile. + +“I’ll see you soon.” With that, his body shimmered briefly and disappeared from her flaming chamber, reappearing moments later on the tenth floor, right at the glowing blue entrance of the Chamber of Concepts—alone once more, but carrying the warmth of the moment with him. + +He stood in silence before the entrance of the Chamber of Concepts, his eyes narrowing and his brows furrowing in unease. + +The glowing blue light that once seemed serene now pulsed with something far more sinister, something that crawled beneath the surface of his senses like a shadow in the soul. + +Ever since he had connected with the Tower of Truth, his perception had expanded—he could feel things others couldn’t, energies hidden in layers unseen by ordinary eyes. + +And now, standing here, he felt it again. + +A dark, foreboding aura. + +Heavy. + +Ancient. + +Almost suffocating in its weight. + +And yet, what disturbed him the most wasn’t the darkness of it—it was the familiarity. + +‘What is this aura?’ Max asked himself, a flicker of unease rising in his chest. + +‘Where is it coming from?’ He closed his eyes, focused, and traced the sensation. + +It wasn’t coming from within the Chamber itself—he was sure of that. + +When he’d entered earlier with Alice, there had been no such presence. + +The inside of the Chamber was intense, yes, filled with elemental power and conceptual laws, but not this… + +corruption. + +No, this aura was rooted somewhere else, right at the boundary, at the threshold where the outer floor met the entrance of the Chamber of Concepts. + +The closer he stood to the entrance, the clearer it became—like something had seeped into the Tower unnoticed, embedding itself just beneath the surface, hidden from ordinary sight. + +And yet now, with his link to the Tower, he could feel it—this lurking, familiar evil, pulsing in silence, waiting. + +‘Xolo, are you feeling this dark aura coming from the entrance of the Chamber of Concepts?’ Max asked inwardly, his eyes still fixed on the glowing veil of blue light. + +If anyone could make sense of what he was sensing, it would be Xolo—the ancient spirit that had been guarding and overseeing the Tower of Truth since the very moment it was built. + +If there was a secret buried in these walls, surely Xolo would know something. + +There was a brief pause before the tower spirit responded, its voice echoing directly within Max’s mind, ancient and calm, but tinged with a faint unease. + +“I know this dark aura,” Xolo said slowly, each word deliberate. + +“There was a long period where the Tower was pure—no such presence existed here. + +But then, one day, without warning and without my awareness, this aura appeared. + +It emerged right here, at the entrance of the Chamber of Concepts.” + +Max listened intently, his frown deepening. + +“I tried everything,” Xolo continued, his tone heavier now, as if recalling a frustration that had long haunted him. + +“I searched the tower, traced every corridor, every artifact, every inch of the stone and spirit veins that make up this place… but no matter how I looked, I couldn’t find the source. + +It’s like the aura doesn’t come from anywhere—it simply is.” + +The spirit’s voice fell silent for a beat, letting the weight of those words settle. + +Max heard Xolo’s words, and the frown on his face deepened, his brows creasing so hard it looked like they might never relax. + +Something hidden inside the Tower—something even the tower spirit couldn’t find—meant only one thing. + +‘Someone had intentionally concealed something here.’ + +That thought alone sent a shiver down his spine, but it was quickly followed by a storm of questions swirling in his mind. + +‘Who was this person? + +How powerful did they have to be to bypass the awareness of Xolo?’ + +The tower wasn’t some ordinary structure—it was a sentient monument of laws, forged with ancient purpose and guarded by a spirit that didn’t sleep, didn’t rest, and was always watching. + +Unlike Max, who had to direct his consciousness and concentrate on specific areas to sense anything through the tower, Xolo’s awareness was spread across every inch of it. + +Every floor. + +Every room. + +Every artifact and soul inside it. + +He was the eyes, the will, the very breath of the Tower of Truth. + +And yet—someone had slipped past him. + +‘Not just entered unseen,’ Max realized, ‘but placed something—or became something—that could emit such a dark, familiar aura… without triggering a single ripple in Xolo’s perception.’ It wasn’t just alarming. + +It was terrifying. + +Max stood still, lost in thought for a moment as he processed everything. + +‘If even the tower spirit couldn’t locate the source of that aura, he reasoned, then there’s no way I can find it either. + +Not now, at least.’ He let out a silent breath and shook his head, brushing away the lingering thoughts. + +‘I’ll look into this later… when I’m stronger, when I know more.’ + +With that silent promise to himself, he turned back toward the glowing entrance. + +The bluish light shimmered before him like the surface of a gentle lake, rippling with ethereal energy. + +Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his figure slowly consumed by the light until he vanished completely from the tenth floor. + +The next moment, he found himself engulfed in darkness—absolute, suffocating darkness. + +There was no sound, no wind, no sensation underfoot. + +It was a void, empty and vast. + +But then, like a whisper in the silence, four familiar sensations rushed over him at once. + +First came the searing heat of flames, wild and untamed. + +Then, the violent crackle of lightning, fierce and destructive. + +The third was the sharp, focused edge of a sword, cold yet precise. + +And finally, the strange, expansive pull of space itself—mysterious, boundless, and ever-changing. + +‘I can feel all my auras here,’ Max thought, eyes narrowing in concentration. + +‘Or rather, three auras and one concept.’ He paused, focusing deeper, feeling the connection between himself and each force. + +‘My sword aura… it’s already knocking on the door of becoming a concept.’ That realization settled like a stone in his chest. + +‘Then I should start there—comprehend the sword concept first.’ + +The instant that thought solidified, the world around him responded. + +The darkness split apart. + +Light burst into existence—crimson, violent, and heavy with the stench of blood. + +In the blink of an eye, Max was no longer in a void but standing in the middle of a war-torn battlefield. + +The sky above was dark and stormy, torn with red clouds and howling winds. + +All around him were swords—hundreds of thousands of them—stabbed into the scorched earth as far as the eye could see. + +Some were simple and rusted, others ornate and glowing with power, but each one radiated a terrifying, deadly aura. + +They weren’t just weapons; they were graves, memories, echoes of battles long past. + +Max stood still, heart pounding as the weight of this place pressed against him. + +‘This… is the path of the sword,’ he realized. + +CREATORS’ THOUGHTS + +ShinGotLost + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. + +Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-447.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-447.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..739f7c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-447.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 447: Tomb of the Sword Saint" +slug: "ch-447" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 447 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 447: Tomb of the Sword Saint + +“This path of the sword…” Max muttered under his breath, his voice filled with awe and disbelief as he slowly turned his head, taking in the endless sea of blades stretching out around him. “This is… the burial of swords.” + +It was the only way he could describe it. The landscape was a graveyard, a solemn resting place where countless swords stood stabbed into the bloodstained earth, each one weathered by time yet still exuding a powerful, undying presence. But that wasn’t all. + +As Max focused deeper, he realized something even more shocking—something that made his heart pound faster. Each sword wasn’t just lying there as a dead relic of battle. Each one was alive, in a way, emanating a distinct aura, a will, a profound truth. + +And it wasn’t mere sword aura either—no, it was more refined, more powerful. It was the trace of concepts. Sword concepts. + +Max’s mind reeled at the realization. Every single sword here—thousands, maybe millions—was resonating with a different sword concept. Some blades thrummed with sharpness so intense it could split mountains; others radiated silent, patient killing intent, like assassins waiting for the perfect moment to strike. + +There were swords that spoke of destruction, of death, of defense, of swift, graceful movements, and even swords that carried emotions—rage, sorrow, vengeance, peace. + +‘Each of these swords contains a concept,’ Max thought, stunned. ‘Each one completely different, but all of them tied to the sword.’ He had expected the path of the sword to mirror his earlier experiences with the Concept of Space—a gradual understanding of an element’s mysteries, layer by layer. + +But now he realized he had been dead wrong. This wasn’t simple. This wasn’t a single path. The Concept of Sword was a boundless ocean, a vast and endless domain of countless paths, each unique and sovereign. + +It wasn’t just one truth to comprehend—it was infinite truths, infinite possibilities. And to master it, he would have to find his own sword, his own truth buried within this sea of infinite wills. It wasn’t just a test of strength—it was a test of identity. + +“Kid, you’re in luck!” an excited voice suddenly rang out in Max’s head, making his body tense instinctively before realizing it was just Blob, his ever-reliable companion. “This place isn’t some ordinary realm. It’s legendary. It’s called… the Tomb of the Sword Saint!” + +Max’s eyes widened, and he unconsciously repeated the words under his breath. “Tomb of the Sword Saint…” There was a strange weight to the name, a pull, as if even speaking it aloud stirred something ancient within the world around him. + +Blob’s voice was practically buzzing with excitement. “I haven’t personally been here before, but I’m sure of it now! This is the real thing—the Tomb of the Sword Saint. It’s one of the great legends whispered among the ancient races and forgotten experts. No one knows who the Sword Saint truly was—where he came from, what clan he belonged to, or even what power backed him. All that remains are the stories left behind, stories so old even the heavens seem to have forgotten.” + +Max listened closely, his gaze sweeping once more across the sea of swords embedded into the battlefield. The sight took on a whole new meaning now. + +Blob continued, his tone growing solemn. “Legend has it… the Sword Saint was unrivaled under the heavens. His swordsmanship transcended concepts, techniques, even the natural laws themselves. Every opponent he defeated, he didn’t just kill—he honored them.” + +He added. “He took their swords, no matter how strong or weak, and buried them with his own hands on a vast, ancient battlefield. Victory after victory, duel after duel, the land was slowly covered. Thousands… tens of thousands… maybe hundreds of thousands of swords. Each blade carried the memory of a life, a battle, a struggle. In time, the entire battlefield turned into a graveyard—no, a sacred ground—overflowing with the sword wills of fallen warriors. It became known as the Tomb of the Sword Saint.” + +Max stood there in awe, the weight of the history surrounding him settling deep into his bones. This wasn’t just a place to comprehend the sword. It was a living testament to the pinnacle of swordsmanship—a final resting place where the wills of countless warriors lingered eternally, imprinting their last struggles, regrets, and dreams into the blades they left behind. + +And now, he had stumbled upon it. + +“This is a place where even supreme geniuses could lose themselves,” Blob added in a quieter voice. “The concepts hidden here aren’t taught. They’re felt. Understood. If you listen closely, Max… if you open your heart to the swords… you might just walk a path even the heavens have long abandoned.” + +Max’s hand curled into a fist as he stared at the endless expanse of swords before him. ‘The Tomb of the Sword Saint…’ he thought, a fire igniting in his chest. ‘If there’s anywhere in the world to forge my sword path… it’s here.’ + +However he didn’t rush forward like an excited fool. Instead, he stood still at the edge of the endless field of swords, his eyes half-closed as he gathered his thoughts. + +He knew better than to be careless in a place like this—a place born from the culmination of countless battles, bloodshed, and invincible wills. ‘What type of sword do I want?’ he muttered under his breath, pondering deeply. + +His heart wasn’t moved by glory, nor by the sheer beauty of the swordsmanship he felt pressing down on him from every direction. No, he sought something different. His fists clenched slowly as he whispered to himself, “I want a sword that can kill anything. A sword that can cut through anything. A sword that slaughters all my enemies without mercy.” His voice was low, but the determination behind it was absolute, burning hotter than the surrounding air. + +With that resolve burning inside him, Max took his first step into the heart of the Tomb of the Sword Saint. As he walked, each step seemed to sink deeper into the heavy atmosphere, where ancient wills clung to the very air like mist.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-448.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-448.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1bc66a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-448.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 448: A World of Sword Concepts" +slug: "ch-448" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 448 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1265 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 448: A World of Sword Concepts + +All around him, the countless swords buzzed quietly, their invisible sword intents brushing against his skin like whispers from the dead. The first sword he approached was simple, its blade chipped and weathered. + +Yet the moment he got close, a wave of sword intent crashed into him—a feeling of overwhelming defense and protection, like an unbreakable shield. Max frowned and shook his head. ‘I don’t want a sword that protects,’ he thought coldly. ‘I want a sword that kills.’ + +He moved on, wandering deeper. Another sword drew him close, its blade slim and curved like a crescent moon. As he neared, a sensation of elegance, of light dancing movements filled his senses—this was a sword meant for swift duels, precise strikes, beautiful exchanges of technique. + +Max’s eyes narrowed in disinterest. ‘Too soft,’ he thought. ‘I don’t need elegance. I need destruction.’ + +He passed another and another—each sword emanating its own unique concept. Some were heavy, carrying the weight of mountains behind a single strike; others were vicious, brimming with venomous killing intent like assassins lurking in the dark. + +There were swords of justice, of vengeance, of peace, of wrath. Some wanted to sever the heavens themselves, others wanted to cleanse the world of evil. Some whispered of sorrow, battles fought for lost causes, a blade’s burden to protect ideals that had long since crumbled to dust. + +But no matter how many swords he passed, Max felt nothing click inside him. None of them spoke to his soul. None of them resonated with that singular desire pounding in his heart. + +His steps became heavier as he wandered deeper into the field, the sheer density of concepts around him thickening with every moment. The Tomb of the Sword Saint was not just a test of comprehension—it was a test of self. It forced him to confront not just swordsmanship but his own heart, his own desires. + +And Max knew clearly: he didn’t want to dance prettily on the battlefield. He didn’t want to play games of defense or righteousness. + +He wanted a sword that could slaughter anything standing in his way. + +A sword born not from ideals—but from pure, merciless will. + +With that thought anchoring him like an unbreakable chain, he continued walking deeper into the heart of the graveyard, ignoring the calls of every sword that didn’t fit the unyielding image burning in his mind. He would not settle. He could not settle. + +However, as Max continued to walk through the endless sea of swords, he noticed something strange. His pace, which had been steady at first, began to slow down—not because of exhaustion, but because of an invisible pressure growing stronger with each step. + +It was as if the deeper he ventured into the Tomb of the Sword Saint, the heavier the air became, pressing down on his shoulders, thickening around his limbs, making every movement feel like wading through mud. + +His breathing grew heavier, and the buzzing of the sword intents around him turned sharper, more oppressive, as if the wills sealed within the swords were now aware of his presence, testing him, weighing his worth. + +Yet Max didn’t stop. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward, forcing his body to adapt to the suffocating environment. And as he advanced deeper, he began to realize something else—something that made the struggle worth it. The further he went, the sharper, purer, and more terrifying the sword concepts became. + +At the outer edges of the Tomb, the swords had been impressive but flawed—scattered with emotion, ambition, and imperfect understandings of the sword. But here, deeper inside the burial ground, the swords he passed radiated a different kind of power. Their concepts weren’t muddled by mortal feelings. They were clean, pure, and absolute. + +One sword he passed seemed to embody annihilation itself, its mere presence sending a wave of destruction rippling through the air. + +Another vibrated with a terrifying sharpness, so potent that Max instinctively felt like his skin would be split apart if he came any closer. + +A third blade emitted an aura of indifference—an endless coldness that seemed to declare, ‘Everything will die under my edge.’ + +Max felt his blood surge at the sight of these blades, but still, none of them fully resonated with the image he had in his heart. He was getting closer, he could feel it. His instincts screamed it at him. + +Somewhere deeper inside this sacred, forsaken battlefield was the sword concept he sought—the sword that would become an extension of his will, a blade that needed no justification, no righteousness, only the strength to cut down everything in his path. + +Clenching his fists, Max continued to force his body forward step by agonizing step, enduring the crushing pressure that sought to break him down. His gaze remained locked on the distant heart of the Tomb where the light was dimmest and the sword wills strongest, knowing without doubt—that was where his sword awaited. + +After what felt like an eternity of pushing forward, Max finally reached near the peak of the Tomb of the Sword Saint. + +But by now, the pressure bearing down on him had grown so intense, so overwhelming, that his legs could no longer support him. His knees hit the ground hard with a dull thud, and no matter how much he gritted his teeth or forced his muscles to respond, he couldn’t rise. + +His title of Primordial, meant absolutely nothing here. Even his tempered, dragon-blood physical body was beginning to crack under the invisible weight pressing down on him like the wrath of a dead god. + +The air was so thick it felt like he was being crushed from all directions, and every breath burned like fire in his lungs. Yet despite kneeling, despite the trembling of his arms and the dull ache spreading through his bones, Max’s eyes remained fierce, locked onto the scene before him. + +Ahead, scattered across the peak of the Tomb, were hundreds of swords—each one glowing faintly with unimaginable sword concepts, each one radiating a terrifying presence that made the surrounding air distort. It was a sacred graveyard of the true kings of the sword, each blade a monument to a will that had once shaken the heavens. + +But among them—among all those glorious, terrible swords—there was one that immediately drew his soul. + +The moment Max’s gaze fell on it, his Sword Aura, which had remained calm even under the Tomb’s crushing weight, suddenly went berserk. It howled and raged inside him like a beast released from its chains, flooding his body with chaotic energy. + +His blood roared, and even the swords stabbed into the ground nearby trembled slightly, as if reacting to the resonance between Max and that sword. It wasn’t just attraction. It was destiny calling out to him. + +But there was a problem—a cruel, frustrating problem. + +The sword was far, far ahead, right at the very peak of the Tomb, surrounded by the heaviest pressure yet. From where Max knelt, he could barely crawl forward three or four meters before the crushing force nearly flattened him completely. He was still dozens of meters away from the sword. + +Reaching it, touching it, claiming it—it felt almost impossible with his current strength. But even as his arms shook, even as sweat poured down his face and his vision blurred under the strain, Max’s spirit only grew sharper. + +‘That sword… it’s mine,’ he thought fiercely, his teeth grinding against the weight pressing him down. ‘No matter what it takes… I will reach it.’ + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-449.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-449.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..80236c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-449.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 449: Hands on the Sword" +slug: "ch-449" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 449 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1254 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 449: Hands on the Sword + +“Damn, this is difficult… but I ain’t giving up this easily,” Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and strained as he struggled against the invisible force trying to crush him into the earth. + +His whole body trembled violently under the pressure, and every inch he moved forward felt like dragging a mountain chained to his back. + +Gritting his teeth until his jaw ached, Max reached into his storage space and, with a flash of determination, pulled out a blood-red sword—the Abyss Devouring Sword, the very blade that had once almost devoured him whole. + +The moment the sword appeared in his hand, the atmosphere around him twisted. A wave of evil, dense and almost tangible, burst out from the blade, swirling like a dark storm. The air crackled with corrupted energy as the aura spread across the field. + +Some of the ancient sword intents around Max recoiled, their pure wills instinctively retreating from the abyssal evil, creating a bubble of space around him that allowed him to push himself back onto his feet with a trembling, unsteady motion. + +The Abyss Devouring Sword, for all its wickedness, carved a small path for him, shielding him from the worst of the Tomb’s overwhelming pressure. + +But everything came with a price. + +As Max held the cursed sword tightly in his hand, he could feel it—like countless invisible fangs sinking into his soul. + +The Abyss Devouring Sword wasn’t helping him out of goodwill; it was devouring him, little by little, pulling at his mind, whispering promises of slaughter, vengeance, and destruction into his ears. + +His Infernal Demon Tattoo, burned onto his right hand long ago, reacted violently to the evil aura, flaring to life with a searing, hellish heat, trying to devour him the same under the influence of the evil sword. + +His fingers trembled slightly, not from weakness, but from the sheer effort of keeping himself together. + +Max’s vision flickered for a moment, and dark images flashed before his eyes—visions of him cutting down everything, everyone, friend and foe alike, turning the world into a sea of blood under the Abyss Devouring Sword. The urge to kill clawed at his sanity, pulling at the walls of his mind, trying to drown him in bloodlust. + +But Max was no longer the boy who had once lost himself to this sword’s hunger. + +He gritted his teeth harder, forcing the roaring voices in his mind into silence, forcing the killing intent boiling in his veins to heel. His steps were heavy, his body soaked in sweat, his soul torn between the righteous fire of his will and the abyssal pull of the sword—but still, he moved forward + +Slowly, painfully, inch by inch, he made his way toward the sword that resonated with him at the peak of the Tomb. His heart burned with unshakable determination. + +‘I am not the same fool who once bowed to you,’ Max thought fiercely, feeling the Abyss Devouring Sword struggle against his will. ‘You are my weapon. Not my master.’ + +And so, carrying the burden of the Tomb’s crushing pressure and the Abyss Devouring Sword’s devouring madness, Max advanced—every step a battle of will, every breath a victory against the darkness clawing at his soul. The sword he sought shimmered faintly at the peak ahead, waiting for him to prove he was worthy. + +— + +Sometime later, after what felt like a lifetime of dragging himself through a swamp of pressure, madness, and bloodlust, Max finally arrived at the very front of the sword—the one that had resonated with him so fiercely from the moment he set foot near the peak. He staggered the last few steps, his body trembling violently, and then collapsed to one knee, panting heavily. + +“Finally…” he muttered, a grim smile twitching on his lips even as fresh blood leaked from the corners of his mouth, staining his teeth crimson. + +His right arm was completely engulfed in black, demonic markings—the Infernal Demon Tattoo had fully consumed it under the influence of the Abyss Devouring Sword’s evil will, a terrifying sight that would have made even seasoned warriors shudder. + +But Max held firm. + +The relentless hours he had spent mastering control over the Infernal Demon Tattoo—the agonizing training, the brutal meditation, the fights against his own inner demons—they all came to fruition here. + +Even though the evil sword had tried everything, absolutely everything, to break him—sending him visions of slaughter so vivid he could smell the blood, whispering to him promises of power if he gave in, twisting the Infernal Demon Tattoo into an uncontrollable force of destruction just like last time—Max didn’t bend. He didn’t shatter. He didn’t lose himself. + +He just kept moving forward, with relentless, stubborn will, step by agonizing step, until he finally stood before the sword that called to his very soul. + +‘I will definitely control you one day,’ Max swore silently, casting a glance at the blood-red Abyss Devouring Sword still trembling faintly in his hand. Without hesitation, he shoved it back into his storage space, sealing it away once again. + +He was fully prepared for the crushing weight of the Tomb’s pressure to return the moment he put away the evil sword—prepared for it to slam him back to his knees, maybe even kill him now that the abyssal aura wasn’t shielding him anymore. + +But to his utter surprise, no such pressure came. + +Instead, the moment he put the Abyss Devouring Sword away, an almost eerie calm descended around him. The overwhelming force that had been trying to crush him just moments ago faded, as if it had been an illusion all along. + +‘It doesn’t matter… I am here after all,’ Max thought as he stared at the sword stabbed into the ground before him. His body was battered, blood still leaking from the corners of his mouth, and his right arm was numb from the demonic backlash he had just endured, but none of that mattered now. + +His gaze remained steady, burning with a fierce light. The sword in front of him wasn’t anything grand like many of the blades he had seen scattered across the Tomb on his way here. + +It wasn’t adorned with intricate patterns, it didn’t gleam with divine brilliance. It was old—worn, torn, cracked in places, and its hilt was almost falling apart. Yet the very simplicity of it, the rawness of it, made it feel infinitely more real, more dangerous, than any polished treasure. + +‘It’s now or never,’ Max told himself. Taking a deep breath, he reached out, determination flashing in his bloodshot eyes as his fingers slowly closed around the hilt of the ancient sword. + +The moment his skin touched the cold, weathered metal, the world around him shattered. + +A vision slammed into him with brutal force. He found himself standing on a broken land beneath a stormy sky, and in front of him was a man—cloaked in simple black robes, holding the very same worn sword lazily in one hand. + +Above them, a meteor the size of a city hurtled down from the heavens, roaring with the power to annihilate everything. Yet the man showed no fear. Calmly, almost lazily, he thrust the sword upward. + +Boom! + +With a deafening roar that split the heavens, the meteor was severed cleanly into two halves—and then, as if the very laws of nature had bowed to the man’s will, the two pieces crumbled into powder, drifting away like ash on the wind. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-45.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-45.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..28b03d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-45.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 45: Beyond Level 100?" +slug: "ch-45" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 45 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Aghhh, I shouldn’t focus on something I can’t control!" Max slapped his cheeks with both hands and shifted his attention to something he would love to do. + +’Status.’ + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 6 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Physique: 7 + +– Soul: 7.2 + +– Energy: 11 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-100), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-100), Swift Dash (Lvl-100), Flurry Strike (Lvl-100), Flame Creation (Lvl-1), Infernal Coating (Lvl-1), Ten Directional Shield (Lvl-1), Float (Lvl-1)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +---𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +’I have four skills to level up… So I should be done in about a week.’ Max thought, wondering if he should go for another dungeon run after this or lay low for a while. + +It was then that he recalled the skill scroll Mimi had given him. + +’I completely forgot about it,’ Max thought, pulling out the scroll. + +He checked the skill’s name, and what he saw made his breath catch in excitement. + +[Upgrade Scroll] + +"An upgrade scroll!" Max exclaimed in shock as his eyes widened. "Mimi gave me an upgrade scroll!" He couldn’t believe that he was holding one in his hands. + +An upgrade scroll could raise the rank of any skill by one level. For example, if Max wanted, he could upgrade his common-rank Magic Bullets skill to an uncommon-rank one using this scroll. + +This made the upgrade scroll one of the most sought-after items in the world. But, in order to maintain balance, the scroll was very rarely found. + +One would be lucky if they even heard about an upgrade scroll in their lifetime, let alone see one or possess it. + +However, the best feature of the upgrade scroll was that, even after upgrading a skill, the user could still use the previous rank skill as if nothing had changed while practicing the newly upgraded skill. + +Because of this, there was no need to worry about losing the previous skill while learning the higher-rank version. + +But like everything in the world, the upgrade scroll had its limitations. + +A skill could only be upgraded once with an upgrade scroll. The same skill couldn’t be upgraded twice. Most importantly, once a skill was upgraded to a higher rank, it would no longer be able to level up further. + +’This is perfect for me, someone who already has all his skills at level 100. There’s no more room to level up anyway, so the limitations don’t affect me.’ A smirk crept across Max’s face as excitement surged through him, feeling as though the upgrade scroll had been made specifically for him. + +But then a question arose in Max’s mind, and once it surfaced, he couldn’t shake it off. + +"Is there a level beyond 100?" he muttered, his curiosity piqued. He had tried a few times in the Dimension of Time last time, but he couldn’t progress any further after reaching level 100. + +’Though I thought it was the limit and didn’t practice much after reaching level 100,’ Max mused, wondering if there truly was a realm beyond level 100. + +For all he knew, a skill could only be leveled up to 100. That was common knowledge—something almost everyone knew. + +But what if there was a realm beyond level 100? + +What if humans, or even all the races in the world, were confined to this ceiling? What if level 100 was merely the limit of their comprehension? What if it wasn’t the end, but a barrier—one they had yet to overcome? + +The thought gnawed at him, sparking curiosity and a faint sense of unease. + +"For the general consensus, mastering a skill to level 5 is considered good, reaching level 10 marks a genius, and level 15 is the realm of monsters," Max muttered to himself, his gaze distant. "But level 20? That’s where most people give up, moving on to something new because the time and effort required become too overwhelming." + +Only those who had lived for hundreds of years could ever hope to achieve something as remotely high as level 50, let alone reach the elusive level 100. + +Most individuals, bound by the limitations of time, could only dream of such feats, as the demands of life and the progression of age made such aspirations seem almost impossible. + +One simply couldn’t dedicate all their time to mastering just one skill. Even if someone tried, the monotony of practicing the same thing every day would likely wear them down, ultimately stalling their progress. + +However, there was another possibility—what if someone didn’t get bored? What if someone pushed past those limits, transcending the barriers that most would give in to? + +Max clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I’ve already mastered several skills to level 100. Whether or not a realm exists beyond that, I owe it to myself to find out. I should at least give it a try." He resolved. + +He then paused for a moment and clapped his hands. "Alright, I’ve decided. After leveling up the new skills to level 100, I’ll still have two weeks left. I’ll use that time to see if a realm beyond level 100 exists." + +Having made up his mind, Max put away the upgrade scroll for now and calmed himself down before heading to bed. + +’Alright, let’s enter the Dimension of Time,’ he thought, his mind spiraling away. + +After a moment of darkness, Max found himself again in the world of clouds, but this time there were two doors in front of him. + +One had a clock-shaped mark, and the other, what appeared to be a water droplet. + +"That’s a very strange mark for a spirit," Max muttered, his curiosity piqued. He opened the door to the Dimension of Spirits and stepped inside. He wanted to see what this dimension was like. + +"Woah!" Max exclaimed at the scene before him. + +As far as his eyes could see, a vast expanse of green grass stretched endlessly across the land, blending seamlessly into the horizon. Along with it were hundreds of floating islands, each hovering gracefully in the air, with waterfalls cascading down toward the ground below. + +’This is beautiful.’ + +The scene was surreal, almost like something out of a dream, yet it felt impossibly real. + +Max couldn’t shake the feeling of being transported back to the VR games he used to play, but the experience here was far more tangible—infinitely more impactful. + +The atmosphere hummed with a strange, almost otherworldly energy, drawing him deeper into this unfamiliar yet captivating place. + +"If only the Dimension of Time were this beautiful…" Max muttered softly, a bitter sorrow tugging at his heart. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he thought about the fate that awaited him in that hellish place. + +The thought of spending countless years in that grim, unforgiving realm felt like an unbearable weight on his soul, especially when compared to the peaceful serenity of this land. + +"I guess every power comes with a price," Max muttered, sighing and wiping away his precious tears. + +"According to the information I got, this Dimension of Spirits can naturally give birth to new spirits over time, but that process is very slow. However, it did mention that I can create up to five spirits by using my blood as a seed." He contemplated the information about the Dimension of Spirits in his head and made a decision. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-450.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-450.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ea0a89b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-450.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 450: Concept of Severing Sword" +slug: "ch-450" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 450 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 450: Concept of Severing Sword + +Before Max could even process the sheer impossibility of what he had witnessed, the scene shattered and another took its place. + +He saw the same man again, standing at the edge of a dark ocean. From the abyss, a monstrous sea creature, larger than any beast Max had ever imagined, rose up with a roar that shook the stars. + +Without a word, the man lifted his sword and flicked it horizontally. The sea split open in a straight line, cleaving the monster and the entire ocean in two. Water, flesh, and screams were devoured by the void left in the sword’s wake. + +The vision shattered again. + +Now the man stood alone on a barren battlefield surrounded by armies—beasts, demons, humans, gods—all races and creatures of war, millions strong. Yet he walked forward, dragging his worn sword along the ground. + +With each step he took, the armies crumbled into dust, unable to even draw their weapons before their bodies collapsed into nothingness. + +Another scene flashed. + +The man faced an entire mountain range, cursed and alive, each peak like a slumbering beast brimming with malevolent intent. With a single downward strike, the sword carved through hundreds of miles of mountains, slicing them apart as if they were made of paper, reducing them to mere dust under the might of his will. + +Another scene followed. + +This time, the man stood in a city in flames, holding a crying child in one arm while facing a dragon wrapped in chains of black fire. Without even looking at the dragon, he slashed casually in its direction—and the dragon’s enormous form was sliced into countless thin pieces, vanishing before it could even scream. + +And it didn’t stop there. + +Scene after scene, moment after moment, vision after vision crashed into Max’s mind like tidal waves—each more awe-inspiring, more terrifying, more soul-shaking than the last. A thousand battles, a thousand slaughters, a thousand moments where the simple, worn sword changed the fate of entire worlds with a single swing. + +Max’s mind roared, his soul trembling under the weight of it all. It felt endless—an eternity of battle, an eternity of domination, an eternity of swordsmanship stripped of all embellishments, leaving behind only pure, absolute destruction. + +But even as the scenes threatened to drown him, Max’s fingers tightened around the hilt of the sword. + +‘No matter what,’ he thought, gritting his teeth against the tsunami of memories trying to crush his consciousness, ‘I will endure. I will comprehend this sword. I will make it mine.’ + +At the end of what felt like an endless stream of visions—worlds shattered, oceans split, armies turned to dust—Max found himself standing in a strange silence. The chaotic roar of battle faded away, leaving only the whisper of a soft, cold wind that brushed against his bloodied face. + +In front of him, the man with the worn and ancient sword stood still, his back facing Max. For a moment, there was only the lonely sound of the wind and the soft hum of the old sword that seemed to pulse with a heartbeat of its own. + +Then, slowly, the man turned. His movements were not hurried, nor grand—simply natural, as if he had always known Max was there, as if he had always been waiting for this moment. His face was hidden in shadow, his features blurred by the weight of time and power, but his presence alone was enough to make Max’s heart pound wildly. + +Their eyes met—or at least, Max felt they met—and in that instant, it was like the man’s gaze pierced through every layer of his soul. And then, for the first time, the man spoke, his voice not loud but carrying a weight so immense it seemed to shape the very fabric of reality around them. + +“The true essence of the sword,” the man said slowly, each word etching itself into Max’s mind, “is not to kill.” His voice was calm, yet it rumbled through the air like a silent earthquake, striking at something deep inside Max’s heart. + +“It is not bloodlust. It is not conquest. It is not dominance.” He lifted the ancient sword, its blade still worn, still cracked, but now it glowed faintly with an undeniable truth. “The sword exists to cut apart all things that bind,” the man continued, his tone deepening, “all things that chain, all things that corrupt the soul. It is to sever everything.” + +As the final words fell into the silence, Max felt it—an explosion of understanding tearing through his mind, a truth so sharp and pure it felt like a blade slicing through the fog that had always clouded his path. + +In that moment, a seed was planted deep within him—a sword concept unlike any he had ever seen or imagined. + +The Concept of Severing Sword. + +It was not a sword meant for simple slaughter. It was a sword meant to break all bonds, to cut apart illusions, to sever the chains of fate, sorrow, weakness, and even destiny itself. A sword that could cut through anything—physical, spiritual, even conceptual. + +Max’s knees buckled slightly under the sheer weight of the enlightenment pouring into him, but he gritted his teeth and endured, his heart burning as the man’s image slowly began to fade like mist under the morning sun. Yet even as the figure vanished, the feeling remained, embedding itself into Max’s very soul. + +And standing there, alone in the fading remnants of countless battles, Max clenched the worn sword tighter in his hand, a fierce light burning in his eyes—because now he knew: This was his sword path. + +‘I have finally comprehended the Concept of the Sword…’ Max thought, a light, almost disbelieving smile tugging at his lips as he stood there, gripping the ancient, worn blade that had become an extension of his very soul. ‘And my concept of the sword is… the Concept of Severing Sword.’ + +The realization felt heavy and yet freeing, like a chain he hadn’t even known he was wearing had been broken cleanly apart. His path was clear now, carved not by bloodlust or vanity, but by a purer, sharper truth—to sever all that should be cut, without hesitation, without burden. + +But before he could fully savor the gravity of his achievement, a deep darkness rushed over his senses, swallowing the battlefield, the graveyard of swords, the fading image of the Sword Saint, everything. + +He didn’t even have time to resist. + +In the blink of an eye, the world shifted, and Max suddenly found himself standing once again before the familiar glowing blue entrance of the Chamber of Concepts on the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth. His body felt strangely light, almost as if it were still somewhere between two worlds. + +Before he could even gather his breath, a frantic voice rang sharply inside his mind—Xolo, the spirit of the Tower, sounding more alarmed than Max had ever heard him. “Max! Where did you go? I suddenly lost your presence inside the tower!” + +Xolo’s voice was filled with genuine panic, something that made Max’s eyes narrow slightly in surprise. After all, the Tower’s spirit was ancient, powerful, and like omniscient in the tower—yet here it was, shaken, as if it had truly believed he had vanished or died. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-451.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-451.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86acf9b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-451.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 451: Corrupted Infernal Energy" +slug: "ch-451" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 451 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 451: Corrupted Infernal Energy + +“Lost my presence?” Max echoed aloud, his brows knitting together in surprise. It was no small thing for Xolo, the spirit of the Tower of Truth itself, to lose track of someone. The tower spirit was supposed to know every breath, every movement, every shift of energy within the tower’s walls—there was no hiding from it. + +Unless… ‘Unless the Tomb of the Sword Saint isn’t actually inside the tower.’ The realization hit Max like a thunderbolt, and his eyes widened as dozens of questions immediately flooded his mind, each more urgent than the last. + +How had he even gotten there? Was it only him? Or could anyone on the verge of comprehending a sword concept find themselves pulled into that ancient tomb? + +Max pressed his fingers against his temple, thinking hard, piecing it together carefully. If the entire Chamber of Concepts had been located outside the tower, then surely he wouldn’t have been able to detect Alice’s presence earlier. Nor would he have sensed the other countless geniuses, each struggling to comprehend their own concepts, their auras distinct and active within the chamber’s domain. + +‘No,’ he thought firmly. ‘The Chamber itself is still part of the Tower. Alice is still inside. The others are still inside. But where I went…’ He clenched his fists unconsciously as he slowly beginning to understand everything. The Tomb of the Sword Saint must be a hidden realm connected to the Chamber of Concepts—yet existing separately, beyond the tower’s true domain. + +‘But it seems… only I was able to somehow access the Tomb of the Sword Saint.’ He thought back to everything he had experienced inside—the crushing pressure, the infinite graveyard of swords, the phantom of a man granting him the Concept of Severing Sword—and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. + +It wasn’t coincidence. It wasn’t random. It had to be tied to him—tied to his existence as a Primordial-recognized being. + +After all, the original master of the Tower of Truth had once told Max that being recognised by the Primordial Race was one of his greatest blessings. + +‘It must have been that blessing…’ Max thought, a steely light flashing in his eyes. ‘The recognition of the Primordials… it gave me access to something even the other geniuses of the tower can never reach.’ + +“Xolo, have you heard of the Tomb of the Sword Saint?” Max asked carefully, just to be sure. His voice was calm, but inside, his mind was racing, trying to piece everything together. + +“Tomb of the Sword Saint?” Xolo repeated, a deep frown forming in his tone. “I have indeed heard of it. It’s a legend often spoken about in the Middle Domain… but no one really knows if there’s any truth behind it. Some say it’s just a myth. No one has ever confirmed its existence.” + +“I see,” Max nodded slightly, shaking his head in understanding. + +‘Since even the tower spirit, who has existed for countless years and holds unimaginable knowledge of this place, has no idea about the connection of the tower to the Tomb of the Sword Saint…’ Max thought grimly, ‘then it can only mean that the original master of the Tower of Truth—the Primordial who built it—must have hidden the tomb personally, shielding it from even Xolo’s awareness.’ + +That thought settled firmly in his mind, and with it, Max allowed himself to stop worrying about the mystery of the Tomb for now. That place, whatever secrets it held, would reveal itself when the time was right.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +With that thought, Max let go of the mysteries surrounding the Tomb of the Sword Saint for now. It wasn’t that he had lost interest—far from it—but he knew better than to chase answers when he wasn’t ready to understand them yet. + +There were far more pressing concerns gnawing at the edge of his mind. His expression darkened, his face becoming incredibly solemn as his senses sharpened. ‘The dark aura I felt here last time… and even now, I still feel it,’ Max thought grimly, his eyes narrowing. ‘Now I understand why it felt so familiar to me.’ + +Back then, when he had first sensed that dark aura lingering around the entrance of the Chamber of Concepts, it had unsettled him. It had whispered to him with a familiarity he couldn’t quite place, but no matter how hard he tried to identify it, the answer had eluded him. + +But now, after his grueling trial inside the Tomb and his battle against the corruption of the Abyss Devouring Sword, the realization finally struck him like a sword piercing straight through his chest. + +‘It’s Infernal Energy… but not just any Infernal Energy,’ Max realized, his fists slowly clenching at his sides. ‘It’s Infernal Energy that has been corrupted… twisted by the evil energy of the Abyss Devouring Sword.’ + +The memory of it was still fresh in his mind—the moment he had drawn the Abyss Devouring Sword inside the Tomb, the way the cursed blade had immediately latched onto his Infernal Demon Tattoo, triggering a violent, chaotic transformation. + +He remembered vividly how his right arm had been devoured by darkness, how the sword’s evil will had tried to consume his very soul. It was during that brutal struggle that the corrupted Infernal Energy had burst out of him, thick and malevolent, blackening everything it touched. + +And now, standing once again before the entrance of the Chamber of Concepts, he realized that the faint dark aura he was sensing—the one that clung stubbornly to the air like a stain—was identical to that very same corruption. + +There was no mistake. + +The dark energy wasn’t some random anomaly. It was a warning. A sign. Somewhere, either within the Chamber itself or nearby, there was something—or someone—that carried the same infernal energy being corrupted by the Abyss Devouring Sword’s evil energy. + +A cold weight settled heavily in Max’s chest as he stared into the shimmering blue entrance. + +‘Should I look into it?’ Max thought, his brows furrowing deeply as he stood still before the entrance of the Chamber of Concepts, the faint dark aura brushing against his senses like the touch of cold fingers. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-452.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-452.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9d8bd3d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-452.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 452: Source of Infernal Energy" +slug: "ch-452" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 452 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1254 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 452: Source of Infernal Energy𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +Now that he understood what he was dealing with—now that he knew the aura was corrupted Infernal Energy intertwined with the evil will of the Abyss Devouring Sword—he had the means to trace it, to hunt it down if he wished. + +He had the Abyss Devouring Sword, and the resonance of his Infernal Demon Tattoo, would allow him to sense any fluctuations, however faint. He could follow the trail, uncover the source hidden within the massive Tower of Truth. + +But even as he realized this, the question still hung heavy in the air, heavier than all the mysteries he had faced so far: Should he? + +It wasn’t a matter of whether he could. It was whether he should. Whoever had hidden this thing—this presence, this corruption—had done so with the clear, deliberate intention of never being discovered. It wasn’t simply buried; it was concealed so carefully that even the tower spirit, Xolo, who should have been omnipresent within these walls, had no knowledge of it. That alone spoke volumes. + +It meant that whatever was hidden wasn’t just dangerous—it was something meant to be locked away, forgotten by time itself. Searching for it now would be like peeling open a wound that had long since scabbed over. It would be an invitation to disaster, a risk of uncovering something that perhaps even those ancient enough to build the Tower had feared. + +Max’s jaw tightened slightly as he weighed the decision. ‘Should I go digging into something so carefully buried,’ he thought grimly, ‘something connected so deeply to the Abyss Devouring Sword—the very thing that once almost consumed me?’ + +He had survived the sword’s corruption once, barely. If he stirred the wrong force now, would he be strong enough to survive again? Was it worth it when he had so much more to achieve, so many paths still ahead of him? + +“Xolo, tell me something…” Max suddenly asked, his voice low and serious as he stared into the faint blue shimmer of the Chamber of Concepts’ entrance. “If I take you somewhere inside the tower—a place that is currently not under your supervision, nor mine—would our authority still work there? Would you still be able to command your power?” + +His words were deliberate, each one weighed carefully, because he needed to know exactly where he stood before making any reckless move. There was a long pause, and then Xolo’s voice rang back, solemn and steady, carrying the full weight of its ancient existence. + +“I can command anything within the Tower and control everything inside its bounds, and so can you,” Xolo said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “But if you are speaking about an area that is ‘not under my territory,’ then you must mean a place that has been deliberately isolated—sealed away by someone long ago. A place small enough to hide but cut off completely from my sight and yours. A sliver of the Tower carved out and hidden for a purpose.” + +As it finished speaking, Xolo hesitated before asking, almost cautiously, “Max… don’t tell me you’ve figured out what that dark energy is? And even more… how to track it?” + +Max smirked slightly despite the tension building in his chest. “As a matter of fact, I did,” he said calmly, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. “Have you heard of Infernal Energy?” he asked, already anticipating the spirit’s reaction. + +There was a brief silence on the other end, and Max could almost imagine the ancient consciousness of Xolo digging through its countless memories. + +Finally, Xolo spoke, slower this time, as if recalling something buried deep. “Infernal Energy…” it echoed thoughtfully. “Yes, I believe I have heard of it. Long ago, Master told me that Infernal Energy is a lesser form of an ancient energy… an energy that originated from a race long forgotten by the world.” + +There was a note of unease in Xolo’s voice now, rare for the normally detached spirit. “When I asked Master about that race, he refused to speak of them. He only said that their existence was one of ruin and chaos… and that some things were better left buried.” + +Xolo continued after a pause, the solemnity in its voice deepening. “As for Demonic Energy—the energy demons use today—I believe it is an even lesser form compared to Infernal Energy. I wouldn’t say Demonic Energy was derived directly from Infernal Energy or from that ancient race, but… the stench of blood and slaughter that clings to it is undeniable. Their origins might be separate, but their presence… it reeks of the same endless thirst for destruction.” + +“Infernal Energy is a lesser form of an ancient energy… and it originated from a race?” Max frowned deeply, feeling a shiver crawl up his spine as he processed this new revelation. + +He had always known Infernal Energy was something sinister, something that carried a weight far beyond normal demonic corruption, but he had never imagined it was tied to a race so ancient, so lost to time, that even scraps of their power could drive a person into madness and ruin. + +If just the diluted remnants of their energy—the Infernal Energy—were enough to twist souls and shatter minds, then how terrifying would the pure, original energy of that race have been? Max couldn’t even begin to imagine it. It would be a force capable of erasing worlds, of corrupting existence itself at its very roots. + +He fell into a brief silence, his thoughts heavy and grim, before a sudden idea flashed through his mind, sharp and uncertain. + +He pondered for a moment, piecing together what little he knew, and then asked carefully, “Was it the Nulls?” His mind flashed back to his own Infernal Demon Transformation—it was eerily similar to Null’s transformation from what he had seen in Evan. + +But Xolo’s voice came back firm and certain, cutting off that line of thought before it could grow. “No, it isn’t the Nulls,” the tower spirit said, the weight of certainty pressing into each word. “Master was very clear. He said that the race from which Infernal Energy originates is long forgotten from this world—extinct beyond recovery. There shouldn’t be any living individuals of that race left in this reality. They are… gone.” + +“I see… so it’s not the Nulls,” Max nodded slowly, letting out a quiet breath as he processed the information. Whatever that ancient race was, it wasn’t something he could afford to get distracted by right now. He needed to deal with the immediate threat first. + +Decision made, he looked upward and spoke, “Xolo, can you make it so others can’t see me? I want to check out the shining blue entrance of the Chamber of Concepts without drawing attention.” + +“Sure. Done,” the tower spirit replied without hesitation, its calm voice echoing in Max’s mind. + +“Good,” Max said under his breath, feeling a faint ripple in the air as the tower’s will cloaked him in a layer of concealment. He moved forward, his steps light and silent, until he stood once again before the great shimmering entrance of the Chamber of Concepts. + +The swirling blue light pulsed softly, just like before, calling to all who sought to comprehend a concept, but this time Max had no intention of entering. Instead, he stood still right at the boundary, feeling the strange, corrupted energy he had sensed earlier pressing faintly against his skin like a sickly mist. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-453.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-453.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..661eea8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-453.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 453: A Monster" +slug: "ch-453" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 453 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1346 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 453: A Monster + +Closing his eyes, Max slowed his breathing, calming his mind. He extended his senses outward, allowing the Infernal Energy inside his body—and more importantly, the power of his Infernal Demon Tattoo—to reach out like invisible tendrils. Following that he took out the Abyss Devouring Sword too, sensing the evil energy from it. + +Carefully, he began to trace the faint familiarity of the aura he had detected, connecting it with the subtle resonance that the corrupted Infernal Energy stirred within him. + +It was like following the scent of smoke after a fire long extinguished, delicate and difficult, but Max could feel it… he was close, so close to finding the hidden rot inside the tower— + +But just as he was about to truly grasp it, the air before him split open with a sudden sharpness, like glass cracking under a heavy blow. + +A dark fissure appeared right in front of him, jagged and unnatural, and from it burst a hand—a hand shrouded in shadows, cold and unfeeling. Before Max could even react, the hand seized him by the arm, its grip impossibly strong. + +A child like voice, calm but carrying a weight of authority that made Max’s heart jolt, echoed out from the crack. + +“Max,” the voice said, almost with a sigh, “you really shouldn’t be doing things like this.” + +And before Max could struggle, resist, or even ask who it was, the hand yanked him forcibly into the crack. His body was pulled through the tear in space like a stone dragged underwater, and in the blink of an eye, Max vanished from the Tower of Truth—disappearing into the unknown, leaving behind only the faint ripple of disturbed space where he had once stood. + +The Tower Spirit, Xolo, was left utterly speechless as he watched the scene unfold. In all his existence, bound to the Tower of Truth since its very creation, he had never seen anything like it. + +It had sensed countless anomalies, faced intrusions, felt fluctuations from geniuses training and even seen divine-level events from afar—but never, not once, had he witnessed someone invading the tower itself so effortlessly, bypassing every authority, including his own, and snatching someone away right under his nose. + +It left a sour, bitter taste in his consciousness, a rare feeling for a spirit that was supposed to be above emotions. + +“I was careless…” Xolo sighed deeply, his voice echoing softly across the empty halls of the tower. He could do nothing but acknowledge the fact. “But it seems whoever took Max away knew him… and had no ill intentions, at least not yet.” Still, unease lingered in the heart of the tower spirit, for the one who could do such a thing was not simple—not simple at all. + +— + +Meanwhile, Max suddenly found himself standing in a quiet, warmly lit room, its stone walls lined with faintly glowing runes that gave off a soothing, otherworldly aura. The shock of the sudden transition was still sinking into his mind when his eyes locked onto the figure standing a few steps away from him—a red-haired boy, about his own age, with a calm, almost lazy smile tugging at his lips. + +Max’s body stiffened instinctively, and for a moment he could only stare, completely stunned. “You!… How did this happen?” he blurted out, his voice full of disbelief. It all clicked together painfully in his mind: he had been just about to track the corrupted infernal energy hidden near the Chamber of Concepts when, out of nowhere, a hand had burst through space and yanked him away. + +In the chaos, he hadn’t been able to make sense of anything—but standing here now, looking at the boy before him, the truth hit him like a hammer. + +The hand had belonged to this boy. + +Lucien. + +The same red-haired youth who had inspected his soul a while ago and gave Max a cure to his problem. The one who was known as the human guardian, about the same age as him, of the Elf Race. A figure surrounded by countless mysteries. + +Never, even in his wildest thoughts, had Max imagined that Lucien would be the one behind the sudden abduction. His mind raced, full of questions, confusion, and a sharp tension rising in his chest. + +“Max, what you were doing was truly reckless,” Lucien said, shaking his head with a sigh, as if he were a parent scolding a wayward child rather than someone who had just torn open space and kidnapped him out of the most secure place in the world. + +Max, however, wasn’t in the mood to be lectured. His eyes narrowed sharply, tension thrumming through his entire body. “Who are you?!” he demanded, voice edged with disbelief and wariness. It wasn’t just shock—there was something deeply unsettling about this whole situation. No power above the Seeker Rank was supposed to even approach the Tower of Truth. + +It was protected by ancient restrictions so strict that even mighty Kings and Emperors of distant lands dared not violate them. And if they did violate it, they would be dead for sure. + +The laws woven into the Tower’s very foundation made sure of it. And yet, this boy—no, this being—had not only approached the tower, but he had opened a crack inside the tower itself and snatched Max out like plucking a pebble from a river. + +Breaking every law, every boundary, every protection in place… and he stood here now, acting like he had done nothing out of the ordinary. + +Lucien just chuckled lightly, grinning at Max with a mischievous spark in his golden-red eyes. “What? Have you forgotten me so soon?” he teased, the amusement in his voice genuine. “I’m Lucien, remember? The one who gave you a solution to your little soul problem.” + +His grin widened as he stepped forward casually, as if the rules of the world simply didn’t apply to him. “And what did you do in return, hmm? Instead of quietly growing stronger like a good boy, you ran around poking at things you had no business touching. Creating problems for me.” + +His tone was light, almost playful, but there was an undeniable weight underneath his words—a casual reminder that he had intervened once, and it wasn’t something Max could afford to take lightly. + +Max’s fists clenched at his sides, a storm of emotions swirling inside him—confusion, anxious, caution—but deep down, a gnawing sense of helplessness too. + +Whoever Lucien really was, he wasn’t someone Max could afford to treat like an enemy. Not yet. Not without understanding just what kind of monster he was truly dealing with. + +“Don’t look at me like I’m some sort of monster, will ya?” Lucien said casually, waving his hand as if brushing away Max’s sharp, distrustful glare. But then, his playful demeanor faded slightly, replaced by a more serious, grounded expression. “I know who you are, Max. More importantly, I know what burden you’re carrying. You’ve been played… by the soul inhabiting Mark’s body. And the curse you bear, the Infernal Demon Tattoo, isn’t some random accident either.” His voice carried a strange sympathy, like he understood just how deep the chains around Max’s fate ran. + +Max drew in a slow breath, forcing the turbulent emotions in his chest to settle. He couldn’t afford to be reckless here, not with someone like Lucien. Keeping his voice even, he asked, “Do you know who the soul controlling Mark really is? And I assume…” he added, his eyes narrowing, “you brought me here just so I couldn’t keep searching for what I was tracing earlier, right?” + +Lucien smiled lightly, almost apologetically, like a teacher looking at a student who had finally asked the right question. “I do know,” he admitted, his voice calm. “I know the soul inside Mark, though we’ve never met face-to-face. We couldn’t. Not until about five months ago.” + +Max’s mind immediately raced back, his eyes narrowing sharply as he pieced together the timeline. “Wait… five months ago… That was when—” He stopped, suspicion darkening his gaze. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-454.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-454.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3250d7c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-454.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 454: A Puppet" +slug: "ch-454" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 454 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1454 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 454: A Puppet + +Lucien chuckled humorlessly and shook his head, his red hair catching the faint light. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said, not mockingly, but almost sadly. “Max, listen carefully. Your so-called boundless potential—the very thing that allowed you to be a genius nobody could match—has been used from the very beginning. Used by Mark. Used by the soul hiding inside him.” + +His voice hardened slightly, and his next words hit Max like a hammer. “You think you’ve been walking your own path, forging your own destiny? You haven’t. You’ve been dancing on the palm of his hand all along since the day you met him. Every step you’ve taken, every struggle, every victory… it’s all been under his quiet control.” + +Max stood there, feeling as though the floor beneath him was slowly crumbling away. Lucien’s words struck deep into the core of his soul, bringing with them a flood of confusion, anger, and a sickening feeling of betrayal. + +“What do you mean?” Max asked, his voice low and dangerously cold, his expression hardening like iron. Deep hatred flared in his eyes, dark and violent. He hated Mark—or more precisely, the soul inhabiting Mark’s body—with every fiber of his being. Detested him. Despised everything he stood for. + +The idea that he could have been some puppet for that bastard made his blood boil. Max had vowed countless times to kill him, to tear him apart with his own hands. How could he—of all people—have been controlled by the very thing he swore to destroy? + +Lucien, however, only smiled lightly, the faintest glimmer of amusement flickering in his gaze as he watched Max’s fury ignite. “Good,” Lucien said, almost to himself, as if pleased by the depth of hatred he saw burning in Max’s soul. “Hatred will keep you grounded for what’s to come.” + +Then, he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping lower, more serious. “But whether you like it or not, you were used. When you pulled out that sword—the one stabbed into the altar—you didn’t just free a part of his soul trapped there.” + +Lucien paused, letting the words sink in, before delivering the crushing blow. “You freed him entirely. You freed him from the Mourning Depths. He was trapped in the Mourning Depths, never to leave it but by taking the sword out, you unleashed him to the world.” + +Max’s eyes widened, the blood draining from his face. “What?!” he gasped, unable to hide his shock. His mind reeled violently, trying to process what he had just heard. He had freed him? From the Mourning Depths? Impossible. When he had pulled the sword from the altar, he thought—he had truly believed—that he had only freed a part of the soul trapped there. A leftover part, nothing more. + +Just then Max’s eyes widened in disbelief as he realized something. He had thought he had only freed a part of Mark’s soul because that was what he knew. How did he know that? Because that was what Mark told them. Everything was all his plan. + +Lucien’s gaze didn’t waver, didn’t soften. He simply watched Max, letting him drown in the horrifying realization. “You didn’t just free a part of his soul” Lucien said quietly. “You shattered the chains. You opened the gate. You gave him exactly what he needed.” + +Max’s heart pounded wildly, a terrible weight sinking into his chest. ‘I… I freed him?’ His fists trembled at his sides. Without even knowing… ‘I helped the very monster I was supposed to kill.’ + +“You know that sword you pulled out,” Lucien continued, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, like he was explaining something inevitable. “It wasn’t just some random sword buried deep in the Mourning Depths. It was an Anchor to his existence. That’s why it was stabbed so deep, at the very heart of that place.” + +His golden-red eyes sharpened as he spoke, the weight of his words pressing down heavily. “Otherwise, why do you think the sword was filled to the brim with Infernal Energy? It wasn’t a coincidence. It was deliberately saturated with that foul energy to both suppress and trap him. To keep the soul of Mark locked within the altar… and to ensure that Mark himself remained imprisoned there for eternity, unable to leave, unable to influence the world again.” + +Hearing this, Max closed his eyes for a moment and drew a long, steady breath, forcing himself to calm the chaotic storm raging inside him. + +The guilt gnawed at his insides like a vicious beast, but he had to control it. He understood now. He really understood what he had done. He had broken the chains. He had shattered the very seal designed to keep the monster contained. + +But at the same time, a small part of him resisted the crushing guilt. If he hadn’t done what he had done back then, Alice would have been killed. Maybe others too. He hadn’t had a choice—at least, not one that would have left those he cared about alive. He clenched his fists tightly, a flash of stubbornness hardening his heart. + +“I was forced to do that,” Max muttered under his breath, almost as if trying to convince himself. There was a tremble of guilt in his voice, but he quickly shook his head, clearing it. No more regrets. What’s done was done. Regret wouldn’t save anyone now. + +He opened his eyes again, staring directly at Lucien with burning intensity. “Fine,” he said, voice steady again. “Tell me what you meant earlier—when you said that I’ve been controlled by him ever since the first moment I met him. What exactly do you mean?” + +His voice carried a sharp edge, full of demand. He needed answers—real answers—because the idea that his own steps, his own decisions, his own victories, had been strings pulled by someone else made his very soul recoil. If there was even the slightest chance he was still dancing in Mark’s hand, he needed to know. He needed to sever those strings with his own sword. + +“I meant exactly what I said,” Lucien replied with a casual shrug, as if he were talking about something obvious, something Max should have realized long ago. + +His relaxed demeanor only made the words hit harder. “Why do you think he let you live back then? Was it because you helped him out of kindness? Because he suddenly grew a conscience? No,” Lucien said, his voice sharpening, “it was because he needed you. He needed you alive, working unknowingly for him again.” + +Lucien’s gaze hardened as he continued, his words now deliberate, each syllable like a hammer striking Max’s mind. “You carry the Infernal Demon Tattoo, and you hold the Abyss Devouring Sword. Now ask yourself—where could those two things be used? Where would they be crucial?” + +As Lucien spoke, a crack of realization split open in Max’s mind. His heart skipped a beat, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened, stunned, as everything began to click into place like pieces of a cruel puzzle he had been blind to all along. The tattoo, the sword, the strange pull he had felt when standing before the Chamber of Concepts… it was never random. It was never just coincidence. + +Mark had given him the Infernal Demon Tattoo—an ancient curse, a tool bound to Infernal Energy—and had left him with the Abyss Devouring Sword, filled with corrupt energy so vile it could erode the soul. And he had allowed Max to live, even after the sword was pulled free and the altar destroyed. Not because of pity. Not because of mercy. But because he had planned for Max to reach the Lost Continent. To reach the Tower of Truth. + +Because inside the Tower of Truth… there was something. Something hidden. Something sealed away so tightly that it could only be accessed, could only be tampered with, through the use of Infernal Energy and the cursed sword Max now unknowingly wielded. + +“He was after whatever was hidden in the Tower of Truth…” Max muttered, his voice hollow, almost trembling as the weight of the realization crushed down on him. “And I… I was the key.” + +He felt cold all over, a chill sinking deep into his bones as the full extent of what he had almost done settled in his mind. Just moments ago, right before Lucien had pulled him away, he had been on the verge of using his Infernal Demon Tattoo and the Abyss Devouring Sword to trace the corruption hidden in the tower. + +Unknowingly, he had nearly fulfilled Mark’s plan—had almost broken the final seal, had almost unleashed whatever nightmare had been buried and forgotten. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-455.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-455.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b9fc72 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-455.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 455: Mark’s Three Souls" +slug: "ch-455" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 455 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1059 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 455: Mark’s Three Souls + +“Don’t think too much about it,” Lucian said with an easy smile, his tone light as if he were talking about a trivial matter instead of the horrifying realization Max had just come to. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known what Mark’s plan was anyway.” His casual reassurance, oddly enough, grounded Max. + +There was no point drowning in guilt or what-ifs. What had happened couldn’t be undone. The only thing left was to move forward and make sure he didn’t fall into another trap. Max nodded slowly, forcing himself to set the tangled guilt aside. Things had happened, mistakes had been made, but wasting time on regret wouldn’t solve anything. There were more pressing matters now—matters he had to confront head-on. + +“I take it,” Max said, his voice steady again, “that there’s another part of Mark’s soul sealed inside the Tower of Truth?” + +Lucian’s grin widened as he nodded. “Yup,” he said simply. “Unlike me, who can freely come and go from the Tower, the Tower of Truth is like a deathtrap for Mark. It’s his bane. If he so much as steps near the cursed boundary surrounding the tower, he’ll trigger the strongest defense mechanism the Tower possesses—an attack designed to kill even a God. Even if it couldn’t kill him, Mark would be heavily injured. That’s why he couldn’t just walk in himself. That’s why a part of his soul was sealed here instead, buried deep and hidden away.” + +“I see…” Max muttered, the pieces fitting together in his mind like a grim jigsaw puzzle. Everything made perfect sense now—the manipulation, the traps, the desperate need to act through pawns rather than directly. Mark wasn’t just avoiding the Tower because he feared it. He physically couldn’t approach it without risking true death. + +“And there’s more,” Lucian said, his tone dropping a little as he folded his arms behind his back, looking thoughtful. “Mark’s soul was split into three parts.” + +Max’s eyebrows shot up slightly at that. “Three?” + +“Yeah,” Lucian confirmed with a nod. “One part was sealed deep underground, which later became what you know as the Mourning Depths. That was the part you encountered and accidentally freed. The second part—the most secure fragment—is sealed here, in the Tower of Truth, protected by layers upon layers of ancient formations and curses. As for the third part…” Lucian’s lips curled slightly, almost grimly. “It’s hidden somewhere within the Four God Nation.” + +Max’s mind raced. Three parts of a soul. Three anchors holding a monster in check. And one part had already been released. If the others followed, the consequences would be unimaginable. + +“Wait,” Max said, narrowing his eyes. “Why? Why seal his soul at all? Why not just kill him directly? Destroy him completely? It doesn’t make sense to trap him like this.” + +Lucian chuckled softly, a dark sound that held little amusement. “Because he’s immortal,” he said simply, like he was stating a law of the universe. + +“Immortal?!” Max repeated, his heart thudding heavily as shock exploded across his face. His fists tightened unconsciously at his sides. “I thought immortals were just myths!” + +“Not quite,” Lucian said, and this time the playful grin completely faded from his face, replaced by a heavy, serious expression that carried the weight of undeniable truth. “Mark isn’t just some powerful expert, Max. He’s something far worse. He is immortal in the truest, most terrifying sense—not just in terms of age or longevity.” + +He added. “Divine Rank experts, the so-called legends of this world, can at most stretch their lifespans to ten thousand years if they’re lucky. But even they eventually wither and die, returning to dust like all things born of this world. Mark, however… he exists outside that law. He is literally immortal. He cannot die—not by age, not by injury, not even by the disintegration of his soul under normal means.” Lucian’s voice echoed with grim finality, each word slamming into Max like a hammer striking an anvil. + +Max swallowed hard, feeling a cold chill settle deep into his bones. He was no longer facing just a powerful enemy. He was facing something far worse. Something that couldn’t be killed by ordinary strength or will alone. Something ancient, patient, and terrifyingly persistent. + +‘So that’s why his soul was split into three parts and sealed,’ Max thought, a heavy understanding settling into his chest like a weight he could no longer ignore. + +Everything made grim, terrifying sense now. They hadn’t been able to kill Mark because he was literally a god, an immortal beyond age and destruction. So they had done the only thing possible—shattered his soul, scattering it across the world and pinning each fragment down with powerful anchors to keep him forever imprisoned. + +“That’s exactly the reason his soul was split into three pieces,” Lucian confirmed calmly, his voice returning to its usual composed tone as he watched Max carefully. “Each fragment was chained by an anchor. One of them,” he continued, his expression darkening slightly, “was the soul sealed deep underground, in what later became known as the Mourning Depths. It was chained there by the Abyss Devouring Sword, stabbed directly into the altar to ensure that no matter what happened, Mark’s soul would never be able to leave.” + +Lucian’s gaze sharpened slightly as he leaned forward. “But over time… something unexpected happened. A very, very long time ago, while his soul was imprisoned, the part of Mark trapped beneath the ground slowly… gave birth to a new soul,” he said quietly. + +“This new soul was born out of the corrupted remains of Mark’s consciousness—a remnant that wasn’t directly sealed by the sword’s curse. It couldn’t escape the Mourning Depths because the original Mark’s anchor was still in place, binding everything there. But it grew. Slowly. Relentlessly. Feeding on the hellish environment, devouring the corrupted infernal beings that infested the Mourning Depths, growing stronger with each passing year.” + +Lucian paused, letting the heavy words hang in the air between them before finishing. “Eventually, that new soul became strong enough to seize control of the Mourning Depths. It ruled that nightmare world, searching for a way out. And then…” His eyes locked onto Max, firm and unwavering. “He found a suitable host. Mark’s body. And you know the rest.” + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-456.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-456.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..14dad90 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-456.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 456: A Guest? Army?" +slug: "ch-456" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 456 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 456: A Guest? Army? + +Max could only sigh heavily, the burden of the truth crushing down on him. His heart ached with the enormity of his mistake. + +Just then, a thought suddenly crossed Max’s mind, breaking through the heavy atmosphere like a sudden crack of thunder. He narrowed his eyes and asked, voice tinged with suspicion, “It seems like you know everything… then why didn’t you stop me when I was about to remove the sword from the altar? Why didn’t you just, you know, seal that remnant soul before it could cause all this mess? If you had done that, none of this would’ve happened.” + +Lucian smiled wryly, a hint of helplessness in his expression. “Max, it’s not that simple,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “I only learned about all of this later—after the humans from the Valora Continent started arriving here. I pieced things together through them and through my own personal research. Before that, I had no real understanding of Mark’s situation.” + +Max frowned, still not satisfied. “But couldn’t you have dealt with that remnant soul earlier? Like, way before it grew strong?” + +Lucian chuckled lightly, almost as if Max had asked an innocent but foolish question. “Sadly,” he said, looking directly at Max, “I wasn’t born at that time.” He paused meaningfully, then added with a small grin, “I’m the same age as you, Max. I’m sixteen years old.” + +Max just stared at him, utterly blank-faced, as if Lucian had just told him the moon was made of cheese. His mind simply refused to process the words for a moment. + +Sixteen? Sixteen years old? That was absurd. That was impossible. Divine Rank experts were beings of legend, ancient figures who had walked the world for centuries, not boys barely old enough to be called men. + +“What? You don’t believe me?” Lucian asked dramatically, pretending to clutch his chest in devastation. “Nobody ever believes me when I tell them my age. I’m telling the truth—I really am sixteen years old!” + +Max slowly raised one brow, his voice dry and skeptical. “Sixteen years old… and you’re a Divine Rank expert?” + +Lucian beamed proudly, nodding without a hint of shame. “Yup. I awakened my class when I was just a week old,” he said casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “By the time I was a month old, my consciousness had fully formed. I reached the Novice Rank before I was even half a year old. And by the time I turned ten…” he smiled a little wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief and pride, “I reached the Divine Rank.” + +Max was dumbfounded, utterly speechless. His mind completely blanked out for a few seconds as he stared at Lucian like he was some sort of ancient mythical creature wrapped in the body of a teenager. + +Max had always known he was considered a monster for his growth speed and combat strength among his peers—but standing in front of Lucian, he felt like a child staring up at a mountain. + +A week old and he awakened his class? A month old and he had a full grown consciousness? Divine Rank by ten?! That wasn’t monstrous—that was simply unnatural, a complete violation of what he understood to be possible. + +Max’s chest tightened as the full absurdity of it sank in. Compared to him, Lucian was beyond the realm of genius—he was something that shouldn’t even exist in the same reality. A once-in-an-era freak of nature, a true definition of a monster born from heaven and earth. + +And here he was, smiling at Max like it was all no big deal. Max didn’t even know whether to laugh, cry, or just give up trying to compare himself at all. + +“Buddy, you aren’t joking with me, are you?” Max asked, almost crying, his face twisted in a strange mix of disbelief and helplessness. The weight of everything he had just heard about Lucian’s so-called “growth” was just too much for his mind to accept. It sounded so ridiculous, so impossible, that his heart ached trying to process it. + +“Why would I joke with you?” Lucian replied, smiling easily, as if he had just said the most ordinary thing in the world. + +Max threw his hands up in exasperation. “Because what you said just… doesn’t make any sense at all!” he burst out, shaking his head. “A week old and awakening your class? A month old and gaining consciousness? Divine Rank at ten? Come on!” + +“But I am telling you the truth,” Lucian said again, smiling wryly, like someone used to explaining the same unbelievable thing over and over again. “Anyway, getting back to the point, around five months ago, I first sensed Mark’s presence. It was terrifying… like a shadow swallowing the world. And from that day on, I began my research into him. Everything I told you just now is the result of what I uncovered.” + +“You found out all of that… in just five months?” Max asked, absolutely stunned. Gathering even small pieces of ancient history usually took guilds and empires centuries, and here was Lucian, casually claiming to have figured out the truth behind an immortal soul in less than half a year. + +Lucian laughed lightly. “Well, the power I come from specializes in intelligence gathering,” he said with a wink. “They already had ancient records, sealed reports about the three souls of Mark being trapped in different places around the world. I just… followed the threads. Did a bit of my own digging too, you know?” + +Max nodded slowly, his mind still refusing to completely accept everything he was hearing. ‘There’s no way,’ he thought bitterly. ‘No way someone could grow that fast…’ No matter how casual Lucian made it sound, it just defied logic, reason, everything Max understood about cultivation and the world itself. + +Until he saw some undeniable proof, Max decided he would keep a healthy dose of doubt about this so-called sixteen-year-old Divine Rank monster. + +“You know—” Lucian was just about to continue, his tone light and casual, when suddenly, his head snapped sharply to the side. + +His golden-red eyes narrowed into slits, gleaming like twin blades under the dim light. + +For a long moment, he said nothing, just stared intently at the empty space beyond Max, as if he could already see something approaching from far away. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice still calm but carrying a new, steely undercurrent that hadn’t been there before. + +“Looks like we have a guest,” Lucian said, his grin widening in a way that made Max’s skin prickle. “And not just one… but an army.” + +“An army?!” Max’s eyes narrowed instantly, his heart beating a little faster as he turned his gaze toward the direction Lucian was staring. + +‘An army? Here?’ He wondered if the elves, the humans of the Lost Continent, or maybe even the demons, had suddenly declared war or if something far worse had stirred. + +A silent tension filled the air, heavy and electric, but before Max could voice another question, Lucian simply smiled and gestured lazily with his hand. A crack formed in the space before Max, shimmering slightly, swirling like a portal that led to somewhere far beyond this room. + +“You go,” Lucian said, his voice light, as if he were suggesting Max step out for a casual stroll rather than throwing him straight into a potential battlefield. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-457.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-457.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2ac36c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-457.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 457: Combined Forces of Elves, Demons and Humans" +slug: "ch-457" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 457 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1265 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 457: Combined Forces of Elves, Demons and Humans + +“You’re not going to interfere?” Max asked sharply, his brows furrowing. With the kind of strength Lucian possessed, he could crush any army—human, elf, or demon—with just a wave of his hand. Why wasn’t he stepping in? + +“This isn’t my fight,” Lucian replied with an easy smile, not a trace of worry on his face. Then, before Max could protest, Lucian stepped forward and gave him a gentle push toward the crack in space. Max barely had time to react before he stumbled through it, the world around him warping and twisting violently. + +Just as Max’s figure disappeared, swallowed by the portal, Lucian’s smile faded into something quieter, more serious. + +He turned back to his chair, sat down leisurely, and with an almost careless motion, picked up a pair of sleek VR glasses, slipping them onto his face like he had all the time in the world. + +“This is your fight, Max,” he muttered softly, almost like a prayer whispered to the wind. “I hope you survive this…” And with that, he leaned back, disappearing into whatever virtual world he had decided to escape to, leaving Max to face whatever awaited him beyond the crack in space. + +*** + +Max suddenly found himself standing in midair, suspended effortlessly above the endless blue stretch of an ocean. The salty wind whipped past him, carrying the scent of open waters, and when he turned his gaze to one side, he saw land—vast, green, and sprawling far into the distance. + +His brows furrowed slightly. “Did he… send me to the edge of the Lost Continent?” Max muttered, confused. + +The place felt like the boundary where the continent ended and the great ocean began, a desolate and exposed place where land and sea clashed in an eternal dance. Before he could ponder further, a familiar voice, sharp and tinged with surprise, called out to him from afar. + +“Max! What are you doing here?” the voice shouted across the open skies. + +Max turned swiftly toward the source, his sharp eyes narrowing—and what he saw made his heart jolt. A group was flying toward him, not just a few scattered individuals but a coordinated force. At the head of the group was Princess Lenavira, her long golden hair streaming behind her as she flew at high speed. + +But she wasn’t alone. Surrounding her were elves, humans, and even demons, each group moving not separately but together, bound by a tension Max could feel even from a distance. And behind them—stretching out like a living tide—was an army. A true army. + +Thousands upon thousands of figures flooded the skies and the earth below, a mixture of races that should have been at each other’s throats but instead were gathered together, weapons drawn, faces grim. + +Max’s frown deepened. ‘What the hell is going on?’ he thought, feeling an uncomfortable knot tighten in his stomach. ‘Are they preparing to fight each other or something?’ + +It made no sense. The humans, elves, and demons—especially demons—weren’t exactly known for sitting down peacefully, much less amassing armies side by side. The sheer number of gathered forces was staggering, and the ominous energy radiating off them made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. + +Something major was about to happen… and somehow, he had been thrown right into the middle of it. + +Just then, without warning, Max’s soul trembled violently, sending a deep shudder through his entire being. + +His instincts, sharpened by countless battles and near-death experiences, screamed at him to turn around—and he did, whipping his head towards the endless expanse of the ocean that stretched beyond the edge of the continent. + +His eyes widened sharply as he stared into the distance, feeling something monumental approaching, something that made his yellow soul—flare up wildly. + +“This!” Max gasped, his heart pounding, his mind struggling to comprehend the sheer pressure building in the air. It wasn’t just a feeling; it was a primal, soul-deep warning of an unstoppable force moving closer, growing more oppressive with each passing second.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +“Kid, an army is approaching from the other end… from the Valora Continent,” Blob’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind, heavy and serious, confirming the dread blooming inside Max’s chest. + +“An army? From Valora Continent?” Max’s eyes snapped even wider as realization crashed into him like a tidal wave. ‘So that’s what Lucian meant,’ he thought, his breath hitching. ‘An army…the arrival of guests.’ + +Understanding the gravity of the situation, Max immediately kicked off the air and flew back toward the main force, landing swiftly among the army of elves who had been advancing cautiously towards him. + +He arrived before them, but his expression was grim, sharp, ready for whatever insanity was unfolding. + +Princess Lenavira, who was standing near the front lines, turned to him instantly, her golden brows drawn tight in concern. + +“What’s going on?” Max asked urgently, his voice low but intense, scanning the tense, tightly packed ranks of elves, humans, and even demons, all of whom stood in strange, uneasy alliance. + +His mind was spinning—he had been gone for what felt like a day, maybe two, wandering the Tomb of the Sword Saint—and now it was like the entire world had been turned upside down in his absence. + +A war between two continents? An invasion from the Valora Continent? The sheer scale of it was staggering. + +“Where have you been?!” Princess Lenavira demanded, her frown deepening as she stepped closer, her golden hair whipping around her face with the force of her frustration. Her voice, usually so calm and poised, carried a sharp edge now. “I’ve been trying to contact you for two months!” + +“Two months?!” Max blinked, stunned into silence as the words hit him like a punch to the gut. + +‘Two months?!’ He had thought—no, he had been sure—that he had only spent a day, maybe two at most, reaching the peak of the Tomb of the Sword Saint and comprehending the Concept of Severing. + +But now, standing here, hearing the truth from Lenavira’s own mouth, he realized the cruel reality. Time had flowed differently inside that otherworldly space. The days he lived had stretched into months outside. + +‘I guess… the flow of time was different inside the Tomb of the Sword Saint,’ Max thought grimly, forcing himself to accept the strange phenomenon and pushing aside the wave of shock that threatened to rise. He didn’t have time to be rattled. + +“I was lost in comprehension,” Max said quickly, lying without a hint of guilt, “and I couldn’t answer.” He needed to move the conversation forward—there were bigger things to worry about now. His eyes sharpened as he glanced at the massed armies stretching across the land. “What’s going on here? A war between two continents?” + +Before Princess Lenavira could answer, a heavy laugh broke the tense air. Max turned his head sharply to see a large figure approaching—an imposing demon whose presence seemed to crush the air around him. The demon’s twisted smile stretched across his face as he stood towering before Max, radiating the unmistakable pressure of a peak Expert Rank. + +“Heh,” the demon said, his voice dripping with mockery, “now that he is here, we don’t have to fight, right?” + +Max’s eyes narrowed immediately, his instincts flaring with danger. He shifted his stance subtly, preparing for anything. Before he could respond, three more demons arrived, each one exuding the same terrifying aura of peak Expert Rank, surrounding him casually, as if sealing off every escape route without making it obvious. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-458.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-458.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..74b876f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-458.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 458: War" +slug: "ch-458" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 458 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1383 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Chapter 458: War + +“You’re right,” another demon laughed wickedly, his sharp teeth gleaming in the sunlight. “We don’t have to fight now! Hahahaha!” + +“You do know, right, that if we don’t fight, we will lose this continent?” a deep, steady voice cut through the rising tension. + +Max turned his head sharply to see a golden-haired, middle-aged elf descending gracefully through the air, his presence radiating an overwhelming authority that seemed to still the chaotic energy around them. His robes fluttered in the wind like banners of war, and his emerald eyes burned with quiet resolve as he moved to stand between Max and the four Expert Rank demons. + +“Father…” Princess Lenavira muttered quietly, a flicker of relief flashing across her face. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the new arrival. He already knew without being told—this was Elarion, King of the Elves of the Sylvaria Kingdom, and the undisputed ruler of one of the most powerful elven forces on the Lost Continent. + +His presence alone made the four peak Expert Rank demons pause briefly, but it wasn’t enough to extinguish the greed and arrogance flickering in their crimson eyes. + +“But why should we fight at all,” one of the demons sneered, stepping forward with an ugly grin twisting his face. His voice was loud and mocking. “When the only thing he wants is that kid?” He jerked his chin toward Max, the disdain in his tone thick enough to choke on. “If we just hand him over, there’s no need for a war at all!” His words were echoed by cruel chuckles from the others. + +Max’s gaze sharpened further, memorizing the faces standing before him. These weren’t ordinary soldiers. These were the leaders of the Demon Race—the Four Demon Lords. + +Envi, with his cold calculating eyes. Angad, whose body was layered in pulsating demonic armor. Zeal, the quiet one, whose entire presence seemed to distort the air around him. And Kome, the wildest, whose cruel grin made it clear he was waiting for an excuse to slaughter. + +Elarion stood tall, unfazed by the veiled threat. His voice was firm, steady, carrying the weight of a true king. “There is no guarantee that even if we hand him over, they will honor their word,” Elarion said coldly, his emerald gaze sweeping across the four demon lords. “Especially when they come with an army… quadruple the size of all our combined forces. If they intended peace, they would not bring a force prepared for annihilation.” + +“Hehe… you still don’t understand, do you?” Kome laughed wildly, his voice shrill with manic glee. His twisted expression darkened as he turned to his fellow demons and gave a sharp command. “Surround both the human race and the elf race!” + +At his order, the massive army of demons—thousands upon thousands—scattered with frightening precision, encircling the humans and elves from all sides, sealing the air tightly, cutting off every retreat. It wasn’t an army forming defensive lines. It was a cage—a slaughter formation. + +Max clenched his fists as he watched the demons move. + +Elarion, still standing tall, allowed only the faintest trace of cruelty to flash through his otherwise calm gaze. His lips curled slightly, just a flicker. “I see… so you have already sold your loyalty to Drevon,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a lethal edge. + +The name hung in the air like a blade—Drevon, the true enemy lurking behind the scenes, the one pulling all the strings. + +And when Max heard that name—Drevon—his entire body stiffened as if struck by lightning. His blood ran cold, and a heavy tremor rippled through every fiber of his being. + +He had already guessed, from the moment the demons mentioned that the war could be avoided by handing him over, that this chaos had something to do with him. He had suspected that the Monarch—the terror of the Valora Continent—was somehow involved. + +But now, hearing the name Drevon spoken aloud with such venom, all doubts were shattered. Drevon. The Young Monarch. The one who had been hailed as the strongest prodigy of the Valora Continent, a future ruler, a being feared and revered even among the highest powers. + +‘He’s the one behind this,’ Max thought grimly, his fists clenching so hard that his knuckles cracked under the pressure. + +“You can’t blame me,” Kome sneered, stepping forward, his hulking figure radiating twisted satisfaction. His demonic eyes gleamed with a cold, ruthless light. “I know we three races—the elves, the humans, and the demons—have united our forces in the past to fight against bigger threats like the Nulls, or the sea monsters from the depths of the ocean.” His lips curled into a mocking grin. “But this… this has to end here.” + +He turned his eyes toward the assembled humans, his contempt barely hidden. “Drevon, though born human, thinks very much like us,” Kome said, his voice dripping with scorn. “He gave us an opportunity—an offer. Hand over that kid”—he jabbed a thick finger in Max’s direction—”and his forces will not battle the Demon Race. He will not burn us to the ground like he plans to do to you.” + +Kome concluded his vile speech with a cruel, sneering laugh, his gaze sharpening as he stared directly at Max, hatred practically radiating from his body. “Therefore, I didn’t betray anyone,” he said, his voice hard and unapologetic. “I simply did what I had to do to ensure the survival of my people.” + +Then, with venom dripping from every word, he added, “If you want someone to blame, don’t look at me. Blame him.” His finger pointed sharply at Max. “He is the root of all your problems.” + +The hatred in Kome’s voice was unmistakable, deep and personal. And as Max met his twisted gaze, he understood why. + +Craig—the demon who Max had annihilated in their brutal clash—had been Kome’s son. The son Kome had raised to be a proud warrior of the demon race, reduced to nothing more than scattered ashes at Max’s feet. + +To Kome, it didn’t matter what happened to the elves or the humans. It didn’t matter if the world burned around him. As long as the demons survived, and as long as Max suffered, that was all that mattered. + +Just then, everyone’s eyes caught movement far off across the ocean, tiny specks barely visible on the horizon, as small as ants crawling over the endless blue. + +At first, it was difficult to distinguish anything through the shimmer of heat rising from the waves, but as the moments passed, the specks grew larger and larger, rapidly expanding in number and size. The sea itself seemed to grow darker under the looming shadow of what approached. It was as if a living tide was rolling toward them, not of water, but of warriors. + +Within a few more breaths, it became clear to all standing there—humans, elves, and demons alike—that it wasn’t just a scattered group advancing. It was an army. + +A vast, overwhelming force, stretching far beyond the limits of the eye, a formation so large that it dwarfed the combined might of the three races standing on the edge of the Lost Continent. + +Five times larger. Maybe even more. Their black banners fluttered in the salt-heavy wind, their armor gleaming ominously under the midday sun. Rows upon rows of soldiers marched in disciplined silence, and the sheer oppressive pressure radiating from their unified movement made the air feel heavier, almost unbreathable. + +And at the very front, standing proudly like the harbinger of a coming storm, was a single figure—a man with hair the color of dark, burning blood, so vivid it seemed to ripple like a flag of war. His posture was relaxed yet exuded a dangerous arrogance, a silent confidence that chilled the soul. + +Even from this distance, Max could feel the man’s gaze, heavy and suffocating, pressing down upon the land like an invisible blade. His very existence seemed to declare dominance, as if the world itself bent slightly around him. + +There was no need for anyone to say his name. + +Everyone present—elves, humans, demons alike—felt it, knew it, feared it. + +Drevon. + +The Young Monarch of the Valora Continent had arrived. And with him, he brought a storm meant to drown the Lost Continent in blood. + +Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-459.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-459.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d9b6d15 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-459.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 459: Confronting Young Monarch" +slug: "ch-459" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 459 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1228 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Drevon stood alone in the air, his figure steady and commanding, with an army so vast behind him that it swallowed the horizon, covering the endless ocean like a dark tide of death. + +Their numbers were countless, stretching so far and wide that it looked as if the sea itself had turned into an army, moving with chilling precision under the silent command of the man with blood-red hair. + +His armor, deep black with faint crimson patterns etched across it like living veins, shimmered under the pale sunlight, giving him the appearance of a nightmare born into the world. + +His crimson eyes swept lazily over the armies gathered on the edge of the Lost Continent—humans, elves, demons alike—all standing united, but to Drevon, they were nothing more than insects trembling before a storm. + +Then, slowly, his gaze sharpened, focusing with deadly clarity onto a single figure amidst the countless faces. His eyes locked onto Max. + +"You..." Drevon said, his voice low, almost casual, yet it echoed across the skies as if the world itself carried his words. + +Despite having never met face-to-face, Drevon recognized Max instantly. After all, he had seen him before—through images of his soul, through reports, through every whisper that spoke of the one who had destroyed something precious to him. + +"You killed my son," Drevon said quietly, and for a brief, fleeting moment, a trace of genuine sadness flickered across his otherwise unreadable face. + +But that emotion vanished almost instantly, replaced by a coldness so profound it felt as if the sun itself dimmed. + +A terrifying pressure exploded from Drevon the moment he spoke those words, a pressure so overwhelming, so absolute, that the ground seemed to crack, and the very air trembled. + +The combined armies of demons, humans, and elves—all of them, from the lowest soldiers to the most seasoned veterans—felt it instantly. Their bodies stiffened, their souls recoiled. Many of the weaker ones stumbled backward or fell to one knee, gasping for breath under the suffocating weight of it. + +"This..." Elarion, standing at the forefront of the elves, felt his face drain of all color, his body instinctively locking up as a cold sweat broke across his back. His soul itself shivered under the might bearing down on them. "This is no peak Expert Rank..." he muttered, his voice barely audible, laced with disbelief and fear. "He’s already halfway into the Master Rank!" + +The words sent a fresh wave of shock rippling through the ranks of the elven army behind him. Frowns deepened, hands tightened around weapons, and fear crept into the eyes of even the bravest. + +Even the four Demon Lords—Envi, Angad, Zeal, and Kome—who had carried themselves with pride and arrogance moments ago, now wore solemn expressions, their bodies tense as they reassessed the monster standing across from them. + +In the Lower Domain, the peak Expert Rank had always been the ceiling, the final wall that none had been able to break for countless ages. It was a limit that even kings and ancient sect masters could only dream of surpassing. + +Yet standing before them now was Drevon, the Young Monarch of the Valora Continent, who had not only reached the peak of the Expert Rank but had already found a way to step into the legendary Master Rank—a realm so far above them that even imagining resisting him felt like a foolish dream. + +And he wasn’t here for conquest. + +He was here for revenge. + +And Max... Max was the reason this storm had come.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +"Yeah? Maybe because you and your Monarch have tried to kill me countless times," Max said, his voice sharp and sneering, cutting through the suffocating air like a blade. + +Despite the monstrous pressure Drevon was releasing, Max stood tall, his back straight, his eyes locked onto the Young Monarch with a fearless glint. "Why? What have I ever done to you?" he spat, his words brimming with disdain. "So it’s only natural I pay you back for your actions." + +He took a step forward, the wind whipping around him, his aura refusing to bow even as the ground cracked beneath others from the pressure. "You think you can do anything in this world just because you’ve got a bit of power? + +Max continued, his voice growing colder, sharper. "Maybe you’re right. Maybe you can. But I’ve always liked revenge... and killing Veylin?" Max smirked, his expression cruel and unyielding. "That was just the beginning." + +A stunned silence fell over the armies gathered from the Lost Continent. Elves, humans, even the demons—each and every one of them stared at Max with wide eyes, not just in shock, but in disbelief. + +How was he able to speak so calmly, so arrogantly, in the face of the monstrous, world-shaking pressure coming from Drevon? Even Elarion’s expression shifted slightly, a glint of admiration flashing in his solemn eyes. + +"Revenge, huh?" Drevon finally spoke again, his voice low, almost pitying as he shook his head slowly. "You won’t get the chance." His crimson gaze bore into Max, as heavy as mountains. "Though you should feel blessed," he added coldly, "that I still want you alive. Otherwise... you’d already be dead." + +With that, Drevon turned his head slightly, his face indifferent, almost bored, as he raised a single hand toward the massive army behind him. His voice rang out, clear and commanding, cutting across the armies like a decree from heaven. + +"Go ahead," he said casually. "Bring me Max." + +At his command, the endless sea of soldiers behind him surged forward like an unstoppable tide, weapons drawn, war cries tearing through the sky. Drevon himself remained where he stood, perfectly calm, as if sure beyond a shadow of doubt that Max’s fate had already been sealed. + +Max stood calmly, utterly still, facing the oncoming tidal wave of warriors from across the ocean, their battle cries thundering through the skies, their killing intent thick enough to suffocate the world. + +Humans from the Valora Continent—an army vast enough to drown the Lost Continent—flew towards him with unrelenting momentum, their blades and spells poised to tear him apart the moment they reached him. + +Yet Max didn’t flinch. His eyes remained cold and steady, his body unmoving like an unbreakable mountain. + +Because he could feel it—the slight trembling in the air, the subtle instability in space itself. And with his newfound Level 1 Concept of Space and his deep understanding of how teleportation and spatial manipulation worked, he immediately realized what others hadn’t noticed yet—someone else was coming. + +A small, knowing smile curved Max’s lips. + +And just as the vanguard of Drevon’s army was about to clash with him, a blinding beam of light descended from the heavens, cutting cleanly between Max and the approaching enemy like a blade forged of pure brilliance. + +The air trembled violently as spatial ripples expanded outward, forcing the charging soldiers to halt mid-flight, their formation thrown into momentary chaos. + +When the intense light finally faded, a colossal ship appeared—no, not just a ship, but a floating fortress, the size of a small island, looming majestically in the sky between Max and Drevon’s forces. Its hull gleamed with ancient runes, its sails billowed with energy, and its very presence exuded overwhelming dominance, like a bulwark against the coming storm. + +From the ship descended several figures, each one exuding terrifying auras, all standing firmly at the peak of the Expert Rank. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-46.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-46.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b2211c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-46.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 46: Lost Continent" +slug: "ch-46" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 46 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1270 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max took out the black sword he had obtained in the secret chamber of the Burning Wilds dungeon and pricked his finger, but nothing happened. + +"Huh? My skin really did become thick." Max muttered, smiling as he noticed this. From what he could tell, it was the effect of Dragon Scales. He hadn’t had such thick skin before, and only the Dragon Scales could have such miraculous effects. + +"Dragon Scales are good. I should look into runestones more in the future." He muttered before forcing the sword into his finger, causing a cut to appear. + +Drops of blood fell to the ground, and after a moment, the cut on his finger closed up. + +Almost instantly, a small bud rose from the ground where his blood had fallen. It appeared like any other bud from a plant, but crimson in color. + +’So, I just have to wait for this bud to grow and give birth to a spirit.’ Max mused to himself. + +Although he had rarely seen spirits, from what he could tell, they were highly valued in the world. Therefore, possessing a spirit directly linked to him would only benefit him. + +Moreover, there were many good uses for a spirit, depending on its nature, though at the moment, Max lacked knowledge of their uses. He only knew that spirits existed and that they were valuable. + +’My current knowledge is very limited.’ Max sighed before glancing at the spirit bud one last time and leaving the Dimension of Spirit. + +Arriving in the world of clouds, Max didn’t hesitate and entered through the door to the Dimension of Time. + +--- + +A week passed as Max spent another 170 years practicing his skills in the Dimension of Time. + +This time, though, he managed to stay grounded, not losing his mind. But that didn’t mean it was easy. Every second he rested to catch his breath, he questioned whether everything he was doing was worth it. He questioned his beliefs and resolve. He doubted himself, but he held on to the hope—however small—that he would find and reunite with his family. + +With that hope in mind, he dismissed any negative thoughts that came to his mind in the Dimension of Time and focused all his attention on mastering his skills. + +Opening his eyes, Max looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings. "I did well this time compared to last time." He muttered softly. + +’Status.’ + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 6 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Physique: 7 + +– Soul: 7.2 + +– Energy: 11 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets (Lvl-100), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-100), Swift Dash (Lvl-100), Flurry Strike (Lvl-100), Flame Creation (Lvl-100), Infernal Coating (Lvl-100), Ten Directional Shield (Lvl-100), Float (Lvl-100)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +--- + +"All my skills are level 100 again." Max muttered in satisfaction before standing up and heading to the bathroom. + +After a quick bath, he ate the meal he had prepared and lay down on the bed again for another dive into the Dimension of Time. + +"A realm beyond level 100… A realm that no human has ever touched or even hopes of touching… here I come." Max muttered to himself excitedly as he entered the Dimension of Time once more, this time to do something that would significantly affect his future. + +--- + +Core Circle, East Region. + +In one of the many structures held by the Blade Family, a lady with silver-white hair stood before a man who had his back turned to her. The man also possessed the same hair color as the lady. + +"Have you gotten any news about him?" The man asked, his voice tinged with authority. + +"Not at the moment, but we are currently searching for him near his house. We believe we will find him soon." Elena said. + +"Hmmm," The man nodded and contemplated for a moment before turning to Elena. "For now, let him be. Don’t waste your time on him. Instead, make sure our family maintains the lead in the Battle Realm. Only a year left before the Lost Continent, and I don’t want any mishaps." + +He added. "Most importantly the Sky Ruins could come down anytime in one or two years time. So, for the time being I want all focus on the Battle Realm." + +"As you say, father." Elena said as she slowly left the room. + +--- + +At the headquarters of the Phoenix Order guild, in a quiet and serene place with a backyard and a small pool of water, two ladies stood. One was Alice, and the other had white hair with hints of orange. She appeared around 30 years of age. + +"So, you want me to go and bring him here, is that it?" The lady with the orange-tinted hair smiled, her expression cheeky as she looked at Alice. + +Alice nodded with hopeful expression. + +"And let me get this straight… you met him in the dungeon and you believe his potential is higher than yours or any genius in the guild?" The lady smiled at Alice before her expression turned teasing. "Or is it that our little miss has fallen in love with someone and now wants to protect him by bringing him to the guild?" + +Alice’s face turned red. "That’s not it, Big Sis Sophia," she hurriedly clarified. "It’s true that his situation looks bleak right now, but his potential is higher than mine." + +She added, earnestly requesting, "Please, Big Sis Sophia, you have to listen to me this one time. It’s my request." + +Sophia looked deeply at Alice before nodding. "Alright, since you’re so eager, I won’t mind taking a glance at him. If he’s even half of what you’ve described, I’ll give him a place in my department." + +"I knew you would agree." Alice jumped in happiness and hugged Sophia. "You are the best, Big Sis." + +"How could I ever let you down?" Sophia said, patting her head dotingly. + +"But I have a condition," she added, looking at Alice. + +Alice became curious. "What is it?" she asked. + +Sophia looked toward the window and said, "I want you to enter the top 10 of Novice Rank in the Battle Realm before you upgrade your rank to Apprentice Rank." + +Alice agreed without hesitation. "I’ve already planned to do that." Her expression turned slightly hesitant as she asked, "How is our guild’s situation in the Battle Realm?" + +Sophia sighed at this question. "It’s not good, but not bad either. We’re teetering on the edge of average, not knowing when we’ll be overtaken by those behind us, or whether we’ll ever ascend. But since there’s only a year left before the Lost Continent and descend of the Sky Ruins, everyone is giving their best." + +She added, "That’s also the reason we’re accepting more recruits this year. The gap between those at the top and us in the middle is vast, but there is a way to close it by using numbers. Quantity over quality. At least, that’s your mother’s plan." + +Alice nodded, her expression solemn. She understood the importance of the rankings in the Battle Realm and what it meant to rank higher, but she also knew it wasn’t easy. + +With all the powers in the East Region fighting for supremacy in the Battle Realm, it was inevitable that some would perform better, some would be average, and some even below. + +’With my power… I can only make it to the Lost Continent next time, which is three years away but Sky Ruins…’ Alice sighed at her situation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-460.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-460.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32cf194 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-460.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 460: Reinforcements" +slug: "ch-460" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 460 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1323 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s eyes gleamed sharply as he recognized them immediately—King Magnar, with his royal golden armor shining brilliantly under the sun; Aurelia, her white robes fluttering as her powerful life force lit up the sky; Kate, her sword already drawn donning her knight armor, her aura sharp and merciless; Klaus, exuding a cold, oppressive strength that seemed to chill the very air around him; and the two leaders of the super Thorne and Ashford Families, their presences dignified and immovable like ancient mountains. + +’The combined forces of the East and West are here...’ Max thought, a fire igniting in his chest. Reinforcements—not just anyone, but the true powerhouses of the East and West of the Valora Continent—had come. And they weren’t here for diplomacy. They were here to fight. + +"After I destroy the Lost Continent," Drevon said calmly, his voice drifting across the battlefield with an unsettling stillness, "I was going to do the same to the Valora Continent as well... but it seems you all are too impatient." + +His crimson gaze swept over the newly arrived leaders from the Valora Continent—King Magnar, Aurelia, Klaus, Kate, the Thorne and Ashford Family heads—with an expression of mild amusement, as if their defiance was little more than an annoying delay. "But it won’t change anything," he added, his smile cold and sharp like a blade. Then, raising his hand with effortless ease, he gave a single command that echoed like a death knell through the heavens. "Attack." + +The moment the word left his lips, the entire army behind Drevon moved like a living wave of destruction. + +"Kill!" + +"Kill them all!" + +"Slaughter them all!" + +Roars of war erupted from the massive force, shaking the air itself. Skills ignited, thousands of magical arrows blossoming to life like burning stars. + +Arrows of black energy rained down, deadly beams of condensed mana ripped through the skies, and enormous war beasts howled as they charged across the waters and into the air. + +Techniques, skills, secret abilities—everything the Monarch’s army had been drilled to perfect—were unleashed in a roaring torrent of destruction aimed straight at the defenders of the Lost Continent. + +The skies lit up with a chaos of flashing lights, roaring winds, crackling thunder, and rivers of fire that split the heavens apart.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +Seeing the tsunami of destruction bearing down on them, Elarion, King of the Elves, stepped forward, his golden staff gleaming as he raised it high above his head. His voice, imbued with ancient magic and authority, roared across the battlefield. "Elves!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the howling wind and roaring skills like a spear. "Hear the call of your leader—attack!" + +At his command, the elves, who had been surrounded and locked in place by the demon forces, suddenly broke free in unison with a coordinated surge of power. + +"Kill them all!" + +Their bows, glowing with vibrant green and silver light, fired a volley of enchanted arrows that tore through the skies like meteor showers. + +Mages summoned walls of ancient trees and storms of thorns to intercept the incoming attacks. + +Warriors clad in silver armor surged forward, riding on constructs of wind and light, clashing head-on with the incoming human horde. + +The battlefield became a swirling storm of magic and steel. The elves unleashed their full might, skills and techniques woven through millennia of tradition, their attacks graceful yet devastating, meeting the brutal charge of Drevon’s army with fierce resistance. + +Meanwhile, the demons simply stood back and watched the carnage unfold with indifferent expressions. They had no intention of helping either side. They didn’t care about Max. They didn’t care about the elves, the humans, or even the stability of the continent itself. + +Their only ambition was simple—to watch their enemies bleed each other dry, to seize the Tower of Truth once all opposition was crushed, and to claim the Lost Continent for themselves. + +As far as they were concerned, the more chaotic and bloody the battlefield became, the easier their conquest would be. + +And so, as the skies darkened with the fire of skills and the thunder of clashing armies, the greatest battle the Lost Continent had seen in centuries began, with Max standing at the heart of the storm. + +Max observed the unfolding chaos, his expression solemn, his eyes cold and sharp as he stood slightly above the battlefield, watching the clash between two worlds. + +It was the first time in his life he had ever truly witnessed a fight on this scale, a real war—not a small skirmish, not a battle between sects, but a full-blown conflict between continents. Thousands of warriors hurled themselves at each other with wild abandon, skills and techniques illuminating the sky in blinding flashes of light, swords ringing against swords, arrows screaming through the air like banshees. + +The scent of blood and burning magic was already beginning to stain the wind. Yet, even amidst the roaring storm, Max’s sharp mind noticed something critical almost immediately. No Expert Rank warriors from either side had participated in the battle yet. + +He scanned the battlefield carefully, and it became clear that despite the terrifying strength of the armies, none of the true powerhouses had moved. + +There were no flashes of overwhelming auras, no signs of the ground-shattering strength that a true Expert Rank warrior could unleash. + +Max quickly understood why. Both continents, despite their massive populations and fearsome reputations, didn’t abound in Expert Rank warriors. They were powerful—yes—but they were also rare. + +Expert Rank warriors were the foundation stones of any major force, and their deaths would be considered a catastrophic loss. + +How strong an empire, a kingdom, or a guild truly was could be measured not by how many ordinary soldiers they had, but by the number of Expert Rank warriors they could command. And for most organizations, even the strongest among them, the number of true Expert Rank warriors often didn’t even reach ten. For some, having even one or two was a cause for pride. + +Thus, whenever a massive war broke out—whether between guilds, empires, or entire continents—it was always the experts below Expert Rank who clashed first. They were the soldiers, the tide of battle, the expendable frontline meant to weaken and exhaust the enemy. + +Meanwhile, the Expert Rank warriors held their positions like mountains, only stepping forward when absolutely necessary, acting as the generals who could change the entire tide of a battle with a single move. + +It was a cold, brutal truth of the cruel world, and seeing it unfold before him, Max’s heart grew heavier. + +Just then, the atmosphere shifted once again, turning even heavier as three terrifying auras descended from the skies above, pressing down on the battlefield like a mountain ready to crush everything beneath it. + +Max immediately turned his head upward, his senses sharp, feeling the crushing pressure that screamed of danger. Three figures appeared, each cloaked in a dark, overwhelming might that easily matched King Magnar and the other leaders who had arrived from the Valora Continent. + +They hovered in the air, radiating power at the very peak of the Expert Rank, their eyes gleaming with a murderous light. + +"I always wanted to conquer both the Lost Continent and the Valora Continent," Drevon said calmly, his voice floating lazily across the battlefield as if what he was saying was already an inevitable truth. His crimson gaze remained fixed on Max, burning with a strange mixture of hatred and cold ambition. "And Max’s situation only made me hasten my plans," he continued, his words falling like heavy stones. "So, whether you give Max to me or not, it changes nothing. I will first annihilate you all... and then take care of Max myself." + +As soon as those chilling words were spoken, the three newly arrived Expert Rank warriors—Drevon’s personal elites—began moving forward, their killing intent locking onto the leaders of the Valora Continent like a pack of wolves scenting blood. Their approach was slow, deliberate, and filled with the promise of death. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-461.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-461.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c38675 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-461.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 461: Five Commandments of Monarch" +slug: "ch-461" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 461 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1243 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +King Magnar’s expression turned grim as he studied the approaching figures. He stepped slightly ahead of the others and spoke, his voice clear and steady so everyone could hear. "Be very careful," he warned, his golden armor glowing faintly under the pressure. "These three... are among the Five Commandments of the Monarch." + +He pointed subtly as he introduced them one by one. "The one leading at the front, with long untamed hair and a battle-crazed aura, is Garil—the Commandment of Wild. He thrives on close combat. Avoid fighting him head-on. If you let him drag you into close range, you will die." + +He shifted his gaze slightly. "Behind him, the one with the crazed expression and golden hair crackling with sparks, is Loxus—the Commandment of Lightning. He’s the strongest lightning user in the entire Valora Continent. His speed and destructive power are unparalleled. Be extremely cautious around him." + +Finally, his eyes landed on the calm figure moving with chilling steadiness. "And the one in the back, with black hair and an icy demeanor, is Reiner—the Commandment of Spear. His spear can penetrate any defense. No shield, no barrier can block him once he strikes. Stay vigilant." + +As King Magnar spoke, the atmosphere among the leaders of the Valora Continent grew visibly heavier. Even the most battle-hardened among them couldn’t hide their frowns and tense postures. + +The name Commandments wasn’t something thrown around lightly. Beside Drevon, there were five individuals—his Five Commandments—who were said to stand at the same level as, or even beyond, the strongest leaders of the Valora Continent. Together, they had earned a bloody reputation across the lands. + +They had razed cities to the ground, slaughtered entire countries, annihilated small empires without mercy, leaving behind fields of corpses and rivers of blood. Wherever they went, they brought ruin—and all of it had been done under the name of the Monarch. Their names alone were enough to make the high-ranking powers of the Valora Continent shudder. + +It was because of because of them that even though, Drevon had been in retreat trying to level up to Master Rank, nobody ever dared to attack on the Monarch. + +And now, three of them had appeared here... to personally bury anyone who stood between Drevon and his prey. + +Amid this chaos, King Magnar’s voice rang out with grim authority, cutting through the storm of death. "Kate, Aurelia, Ralph, and Garrison—you four will handle the three Commandments," he commanded solemnly, his eyes never leaving the approaching threats. "If possible," he added, his voice hardening into ruthless steel, "do not hesitate to deliver the killing blow." + +There was no need for lengthy words or hesitation. The four nodded sharply and, without another word, launched themselves forward, cutting through the air with explosive force. Like comets streaking across the sky, they flew straight towards the three Commandments of the Monarch, intercepting them before they could reach the heart of their forces. + +The sky shuddered as their auras collided violently, the shockwaves ripping apart clouds and creating flashes of wild energy as peak Experts prepared to clash in a battle that could reshape the battlefield itself. + +King Magnar, meanwhile, turned his sharp, penetrating gaze toward the humans of the Lost Continent who had remained curiously silent throughout the chaos. + +Their armies stood back, swords unsheathed but unstained by blood, watching the war unfold as if it had nothing to do with them. Not a single soldier had moved to assist the elves, not a single attack had been launched against the advancing army of Drevon. Their passivity was deafening. + +"Nova, Marcel," King Magnar called out, his voice cold and biting, "are you only planning to watch?" His eyes locked onto the two key figures of the Saint Human Alliance—Nova, the leader of the Sun Faction, a man of radiant energy and blinding strength, and Marcel, the leader of the Moon Faction, calm and smiling like a fox under moonlight. + +"Actually..." Marcel spoke first, flashing a shameless grin that made even the tense soldiers behind him twitch with exasperation. "I was just about to send my army," he said lightly, as if discussing sending a few servants rather than warriors into a bloodbath. + +Then, casually glancing back at the human army lined up behind him, Marcel raised his hand and pointed. "Go ahead. Assist the elves. And if you have to kill the humans from the other side..." His smile sharpened like a blade. "Don’t hesitate. Just because they share your race doesn’t mean they’re your allies." + +"As you command!" the army roared in unison, without even a sliver of doubt or reluctance. + +The battlefield was already a bloody nightmare, a scene torn straight from the darkest corners of a war god’s dreams. Humans from the army of Monarch clashed violently against the elves of the Lost Continent, their swords gleaming with blood, their skills and techniques exploding with terrifying force. + +Shouts, screams, the metallic clang of weapons, and the thunderous roars of powerful techniques filled the air in a never-ending chorus of chaos. Bodies fell from the skies like rain, blood misting the wind, staining the ground below in deep, dark crimson. + +Skills collided midair, bursting into brilliant, deadly fireworks that tore apart anyone caught within their radius. Blades shimmered as they severed limbs and lives with merciless precision. It wasn’t a battle anymore. It was pure, undiluted slaughter. + +And soon the humans from the Moon Faction joined the battlefield.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +With a deafening war cry, the soldiers under Marcel’s command finally moved, surging into the skies like a tidal wave, their weapons gleaming ominously under the broken light of the battlefield. + +They flew straight into the bloody maelstrom where elves and invading humans were locked in desperate, brutal combat. Attacks detonated in midair as the new forces clashed, adding another layer of carnage to the already monstrous battlefield. + +The ground shook. The air was filled with the screams of the dying. Blood sprayed in arcs through the skies. And at the heart of it all, Max stood silently, his expression grim as he witnessed the true horror of war—where loyalty, race, and alliances were meaningless, and survival was bought with rivers of blood. + +"Don’t think that we’re fighting this war just because of you," a deep, steady voice suddenly reached Max’s ears, cutting through the roar of battle. Max turned to see Elarion, the golden-haired King of the Elves, standing nearby, his emerald eyes gleaming with fierce determination. + +"The Monarch has always been a problem for both our continents," Elarion continued, his voice calm yet firm, carrying a weight that came from centuries of leadership and countless battles fought. "Magnar, I, and the humans of the Lost Continent have long prepared measures against him. This isn’t a fight we joined today or yesterday—it’s a struggle that’s been brewing for years." + +He looked out over the chaotic battlefield where skills, blood, and steel collided endlessly, then returned his gaze to Max. "If we lose here—if we lose the Lost Continent—then we have no chance of defeating him in his stronghold, in the Valora Continent. This battle, this war... it’s not just about protecting you. It’s about protecting our home, our very future." + +Max nodded silently, his heart steady. He understood that better than anyone. This war wasn’t about him anymore. It never truly was. His existence had only accelerated the inevitable. If they lost here, if the Lost Continent fell, then the entire world would slowly fall under Drevon’s rule. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-462.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-462.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b774dd9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-462.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 462: True Beginning of War" +slug: "ch-462" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 462 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +King Magnar’s gaze met Max’s next, and for a brief second, the old king gave him a slight, approving nod—acknowledging Max not as a child to protect, but as a warrior standing on the same field. + +Then, without wasting another breath, Magnar turned his sharp, commanding eyes toward Nova, the leader of the Sun Faction, who stood idly with his forces, just like the demons—watching, doing nothing. + +"So," Magnar said coldly, "you’ve joined him." + +"I did what’s best for the human race," Nova replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, his expression calm and arrogant as he gestured casually to his unmoving army. Without any shame, he took his forces and positioned them alongside the demons, simply watching the battlefield, waiting like vultures for the chaos to thin the herd. + +King Magnar’s expression tightened, but he said nothing further to Nova. There was no point arguing now. The battlefield would decide everything. Instead, he turned back to Elarion and Marcel, the leader of the Moon Faction, who stood firm and ready. + +"Looks like it’s just the three of us," Magnar said grimly, his tone steady but with a dangerous edge underneath. + +"Huh, no problem," Marcel said with a wide grin, his short dark grey hair lifting slightly in the howling wind. His eyes gleamed with mischief and savagery as he cracked his knuckles. "Let’s teach this arrogant bastard a lesson he’ll never forget." + +"I was already planning to," Elarion said with a cool smile, his figure already beginning to float upward, surging toward Drevon with steady, deliberate power. + +King Magnar grinned too, an ancient fire burning in his chest. Even with the world collapsing around them, even with the battlefield stained in endless blood, there was a part of him—an unyielding warrior’s soul—that felt alive. It had been too long since he had unleashed his full strength. Too long since he had faced an enemy worthy of everything he had to give. + +"Let’s see," he muttered under his breath, his armor gleaming as he rose into the skies beside his allies, "what a man whose strength has already stepped halfway into the Master Rank truly looks like." + +The clash that would decide the fate of continents was about to begin. And the world held its breath. + +"You three are no match for me," Drevon said with a calm, confident smile as he hovered higher and higher into the sky, his blood-red hair whipping around him like a banner of war. "But..." he added with a faint chuckle, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement, "I would like to see the extent of my current strength. So, I’ll entertain you three." + +His words, spoken so lightly, carried a terrifying arrogance, as if he already saw the battle as nothing more than a casual warm-up. Without needing to say another word, King Magnar, Marcel, and Elarion rose after him, the three leaders ascending higher and higher into the sky, soaring above the battlefield below. They knew the devastation their clash would bring—and none of them wanted to rip apart their own armies in the crossfire. + +The air grew colder and heavier as the four figures climbed into the heavens, their auras swelling with such intensity that even the raging war below seemed to momentarily fade into insignificance. Soldiers paused mid-swing, bloodied and exhausted, their instincts forcing them to glance upward. Even those locked in mortal combat couldn’t help but look, a deep, primal fear stirring in their hearts. + +And then, only a moment later— + +BOOM! + +A deafening roar shook the entire world as the four powerhouses clashed in the skies. The force of their collision cracked the very air itself, sending shockwaves rippling down across the battlefield like invisible tidal waves. Dust, debris, and even entire bodies were swept away by the sheer pressure. + +Everyone fighting below—elves, humans—lifted their heads toward the heavens, their battles forgotten for an instant. What they saw made their hearts seize in awe and terror. + +High above, golden light flashed wildly like the birth of new stars, streaking across the sky in violent explosions. + +The growls of ancient beasts echoed through the heavens, their roars shaking the ground as massive golden projections of titanic creatures materialized, clashing and tearing at each other. + +Projections of weapons—giant swords, spears, and axes of unimaginable size and craftsmanship—floated around the combatants, slashing and stabbing through the air with devastating force. + +The heavens had become their battlefield, a realm where only the strongest dared to tread, and every clash between the four sent tremors of fear and awe into the hearts of those below. It was not a fight that mere mortals could interfere with. It was a war of kings, a war of legends, and its outcome would determine the fate of everything they knew. + +Max watched with clenched fists, feeling the sheer weight of the battle above him sink into his very bones before he turned to look at the remaining Experts Rank warriors from the Monarch. There were still many Expert Rank warriors left and they were all eying at him. + +Just then, a few figures swiftly descended in front of Max, forming a protective arc around him. Leading them was a silver-haired elf woman, her presence calm yet commanding, her aura radiating the unmistakable strength of a peak Expert Rank warrior. + +Beside her stood Princess Lenavira, her face tense with worry, and around them gathered many other Expert Rank elven warriors, their weapons drawn and their eyes locked onto the battlefield with unwavering resolve.𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +Lastly, Klaus landed firmly beside Max, his armor gleaming darkly, his expression steady and full of quiet determination. + +"I will protect you," Klaus said with a reassuring smile, his voice calm but firm, a silent promise carried in his words. "So you don’t need to worry about anything." + +"You’ve already done enough for us, Max," the silver-haired elf woman added, her voice gentle yet strong. "Let us take care of you now." Her eyes softened slightly as she looked at Max, and he noticed immediately—the resemblance between her and Princess Lenavira was striking. Her features carried the same elegance, the same proud sharpness softened by kindness. ’She must be Lenavira’s mother,’ Max realized inwardly. + +Max nodded lightly, appreciating their goodwill, but there was a fire burning in his chest—a refusal to simply stand by while others fought and bled for him. "I will also fight," he said, his voice steady, his eyes blazing with resolve. + +"Max, don’t!" Princess Lenavira said quickly, her voice filled with worry, stepping closer as if to stop him. "You can’t possibly fight against an Expert Rank warrior!" + +Max gave a faint smile, his gaze firm. "We’ll see," he said simply, turning his attention away from her and toward the new threat. + +From all sides, Expert Rank warriors from the Monarch’s army were converging on their position, surrounding them like a tightening noose. Their faces were twisted with disdain and bloodlust, confident in the overwhelming advantage their cultivation granted them. One of them sneered, stepping forward with a murderous glint in his eye. + +"Aside from Max, you’re all going to die," the lead warrior said coldly. + +At his signal, they attacked without hesitation, their bodies exploding with terrifying speed and power, skills and blades flashing toward Max and his protectors with the intent to slaughter. + +The battlefield around them erupted once again into brutal, close-quarter combat—an explosive clash where every moment teetered on the knife’s edge between life and death. + +And Max, instead of stepping back, leaned forward, his expression fully calm and focused as his eyes locked on to the enemies and their attacks. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-463.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-463.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d858758 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-463.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 463: Max Enter the Battle" +slug: "ch-463" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 463 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1249 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A total of around forty or so Expert Rank warriors from the Monarch’s army surged forward toward Max’s position, their murderous auras pressing heavily against the air, causing visible distortions. + +Yet despite the numbers, Max quickly noticed something important—their strength, while formidable, wasn’t the peak. Among them, a handful were at the 7th, 8th, and 9th levels of the Expert Rank, while the rest hovered at the lower end, sitting at the early stages like Level 1 and Level 2. + +These weren’t the true monsters of the Monarch’s forces—they were the vanguard, meant to overwhelm through numbers rather than absolute dominance. + +The moment the attackers crossed the critical distance, Klaus moved with frightening precision. His dark armor gleamed under the flashing lights of battle, and with a sudden surge, black flames erupted from his body like a living inferno. + +The fire wasn’t wild or chaotic—instead, it flowed around him like a controlled storm, tightly woven into his movements. He immediately picked out the highest threats—the Level 8 and Level 9 Experts—and charged straight into them. + +His black flames curled around his sword, coating it in a darkness that devoured even the light around it. With every swing, arcs of black fire swept out like grim scythes, slicing through techniques and barriers alike. + +One enemy Expert Rank tried to block him with a heavy earth shield, but Klaus simply smiled coldly and thrust forward—his black flames seeping into the cracks of the shield before igniting it from within, causing it to shatter into dust. + +Another enemy roared and charged with a lightning-infused spear, but Klaus twisted, black fire coiling along his blade, and severed the spear cleanly in half, the flames consuming the man’s weapon and arm in a heartbeat. + +His control over the black flames was monstrous—every flicker was purposeful, every eruption calculated to kill or cripple. Within moments, two of the Level 8 enemies lay burning on the battlefield, their bodies charred and crumbling to ash. + +"He is too strong. Let’s fight together." The 9th level Expert Rank warrior shouted to others as they surrounded Klaus in the air. + +Meanwhile, the silver-haired elven woman moved with graceful lethality, her body surrounded by shimmering silver magic that glittered with a cold, sharp beauty. + +She faced the Level 5, 6, and 7 Experts of the Monarch’s army without hesitation. With a sweep of her hand, she conjured silver constructs—swords, shields, and spears—appearing out of thin air like manifestations of her will. + +A silver sword flashed out, stabbing through a fire user’s chest before another spear materialized midair and skewered a charging water elementalist without mercy. + +Her magic wasn’t just elegant—it was ruthlessly efficient, the silver constructs hard as divine steel, moving in flawless synchronization with her thoughts. + +Around them, the other elven warriors fought valiantly. Each one specialized in a different element, creating a dazzling, deadly spectacle of elemental warfare. + +Some elves hurled devastating gusts of razor-sharp wind that cut down their foes like invisible blades. Others conjured torrents of water shaped into serpents, dragging enemies down and drowning them midair. + +Some fought with their weapons like swords, spears and so on. + +Earth element specialists raised towering walls and spikes to block and impale charging warriors, while fire element users created blazing storms that turned enemy formations into chaos. + +It was a perfect, shifting orchestra of elemental power, each elf finding their rhythm in the dance of death. + +Despite being outnumbered, the defense around Max held strong, like an unbreakable fortress. The Monarch’s warriors had charged in with full confidence, believing they could crush a small group easily—but now they found themselves fighting a losing battle against black flames that devoured everything, silver constructs that struck like lightning, and an elven force whose mastery of the elements turned the very battlefield against them. + +’It’s my turn,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing with a deadly glint as they locked onto one of the Monarch’s warriors—a Level 1 Expert Rank cultivator who was busy supporting the others from a safe distance. + +His aura wasn’t strong compared to the others, but Max knew that in a chaotic battlefield, even one hidden enemy could tilt the balance.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +Without hesitation, Max moved. His figure blurred, vanishing from the circle of protection the elven warriors had formed around him, moving so fast that even the silver-haired elf and Klaus couldn’t stop him in time. + +He reappeared right in front of the Level 1 Expert Rank warrior, so suddenly that the man’s eyes widened in pure shock. Before the warrior could react, Max unleashed the full, unrestrained power of the 300 Draconic Essences he had accumulated inside his body. + +The ancient, savage force coursed through his muscles like a roaring flood, amplifying his physical strength to terrifying heights. Max’s fist clenched tightly, his veins bulging with golden energy, and with a thunderous roar, he slammed his fist straight into the warrior’s chest. + +Bang! + +The impact was earth-shattering. The Level 1 Expert Rank cultivator’s body bent awkwardly from the force before he was hurled downward like a broken comet. + +His body hit the ground with such catastrophic momentum that a deep, jagged crater instantly formed, chunks of earth and stone exploding upward in a storm of dust and debris. + +But Max wasn’t finished. + +As the dust rose in thick clouds from the shattered ground, Max lifted his hand without hesitation, summoning his next attack. + +"Magic Swords Excalibur!" he roared, his voice crackling with fierce energy. + +Above him, the sky split apart as an enormous golden sword materialized, four times the size of Max himself, gleaming with holy brilliance. The sword tore through the clouds like a falling star, its sharp edge humming with boundless destructive power. + +Without giving the battered warrior a single chance to recover, the giant sword plummeted straight down, piercing the center of the crater with a deafening crash. + +Boom! + +The earth trembled violently, and a new crater—far larger and deeper than the first—blossomed outward from the point of impact. Dust and shattered stone erupted in a massive shockwave that forced nearby soldiers, both ally and enemy, to shield their faces and stagger back. + +When the dust finally cleared, the spot where the Level 1 Expert Rank warrior had fallen was completely obliterated. There was nothing left—no body, no weapon, no armor. Only a gaping, smoldering crater remained, a brutal result to Max’s raw, overwhelming strength. + +And soon, the towering golden sword of pure magic that had split the earth faded away, dissolving into shimmering motes of light that scattered into the wind, leaving behind only the massive crater and the utter devastation it had wrought. + +The battlefield where Klaus, the silver-haired elven woman, and the other elves had been locked in fierce battle fell into an eerie, absolute silence. For a moment, it was as if time itself had frozen. + +Every pair of eyes—ally and enemy alike—turned toward Max, who stood calmly atop the shattered ground, his figure bathed in the lingering golden glow of his own unleashed power. + +Even the Expert Rank warriors who had been viciously clashing with Klaus and the elves stopped mid-battle, their weapons hesitating in the air, their faces twisted in disbelief. + +"He... he killed an Expert Rank warrior... so easily?" Klaus muttered under his breath, his voice cracking slightly as he stared at Max with wide, stunned eyes. His mind, trained and sharpened through countless battles, struggled to process what he had just witnessed. It wasn’t just that Max had won—it was how effortlessly he had done it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-464.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-464.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06bd245 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-464.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 464: Expert Ranks Cowering in Fear" +slug: "ch-464" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 464 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1274 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Even though the initial blow had been a surprise attack, it didn’t change the brutal reality of what had happened. To kill an Expert Rank warrior with just two attacks... it was insane. Unbelievable. + +There was a saying etched deep into the bones of this world: To match the strength of an Expert Rank, you had to at least be an Expert Rank yourself. It was a universal truth. + +No amount of talent, no clever tricks, no overwhelming courage could substitute for the sheer gap in power that existed between an Expert Rank and anyone below it. It was a line carved in blood and history. + +And yet, Max, a youth who hadn’t even stepped into the Seeker Rank, who should have still been struggling against lower-tiered enemies, had crossed that line as if it didn’t exist. He had shattered it beneath his feet, leaving behind nothing but a crater, dust, and a silence that spoke louder than any war cry. + +The battlefield felt different now. Heavy. Charged. As if everyone had suddenly realized that Max wasn’t just a target to be captured. + +He was a threat to be feared. + +"This kid... is he truly the child of the God Ancestor?" the silver-haired elven woman muttered under her breath, her voice trembling slightly with disbelief. Her usually calm, regal eyes were wide with shock as she stared at Max, standing tall amidst the wreckage of the battlefield. + +She found it nearly impossible to accept what her own eyes had witnessed—a human, still clearly in the Adept Rank, had killed an Expert Rank warrior as easily as snapping a twig. + +It sounded too foolish to be true, a wild fantasy that defied everything she knew about cultivation, about power, about the laws that governed their world. Yet it had happened right before her, undeniable and absolute. + +"Go and capture him, all of you! You can break his legs and hands if needed!" roared one of the remaining 9th-level Expert Rank warriors, his face twisted in rage and fear. + +His pride as an Expert Rank couldn’t bear the sight of Max standing untouched after such an overwhelming show of force. + +At his furious command, five Expert Rank warriors immediately moved to surround Max—two among them were Level 2 Expert Rank cultivators, while the remaining three were at Level 1. + +Max’s sharp eyes calmly swept across the enemies closing in on him, his mind cold and calculating even as the pressure around him mounted. ’I have to take the lead here,’ he thought, his heartbeat steady, his mind flashing through possibilities like lightning. + +His gaze locked onto one of the Level 2 Expert Rank figures—a sturdy man clad in dark armor, whose aura was slightly stronger than the others but who also seemed the least cautious. + +’If I kill one of them fast, I can break their momentum,’ Max reasoned, his pupils narrowing as a cold ruthlessness seeped into his gaze. + +Without hesitation, he called upon the Concept of Space— + +Whoosh! + +Max’s figure flickered and disappeared like a mirage, reappearing in a split second behind the Level 2 Expert Rank warrior. + +’Soulpierce Ascension!’ + +Max roared inwardly the moment he reappeared behind the Level 2 Expert Rank warrior. In that split second, his soul energy surged violently, channeling the soul attack he had comprehended from the Violet Lightning deep inside his opponent’s mind. + +There was no brilliant light, no flashy explosion—only an invisible, devastating assault directly on the enemy’s consciousness. + +The warrior’s eyes immediately glazed over, his body freezing midair as his mind went blank, his Vital Essence shell—the invisible armor protecting his body and soul—collapsing entirely in that instant. + +Max’s eyes gleamed fiercely, the moment of vulnerability glaringly clear to him. Without hesitation, he followed up with another skill—one of his most devastating legendary-rank abilities. + +"Void Coating!" Max growled, his right hand clenching tightly, the skin instantly turning a ghastly shade of gray, like ash. A strange, eerie aura of spatial distortion wrapped around his arm, twisting the air itself with an ominous hum. + +Then, putting all the force of his Draconic Essences and Concept of Space into it, Max slammed his fist straight into the chest of the stunned warrior. + +A dull, bone-shuddering impact sounded as Max’s gray-coated fist sank into the man’s body—and then, a horrifying sight unfolded. + +Cracks began to spread rapidly across the warrior’s body, starting from the point of impact like fractures on a mirror. They didn’t bleed; instead, thin blue glows pulsed along the jagged lines, illuminating the cracks with a sickly, otherworldly light. + +The fractures didn’t stop at his flesh—they seemed to stretch deeper, splitting through his very essence, his very existence. + +And then suddenly—the cracks didn’t stop at his body. They extended outward into the space around him, spreading like spiderwebs through the air itself, as if the very dimension around him was splintering. + +Shatter! + +With a sound like glass breaking in a silent cathedral, the Level 2 Expert Rank warrior’s body exploded into countless shards of light and space fragments. His body disintegrated utterly, torn apart by the collapse of the space around him. + +Yet unlike space, which rapidly stitched itself back together after the destruction, the warrior’s body did not. The pieces of him floated for a brief, haunting second—fragmented and broken—before being carried away by the winds of battle. + +He was gone. + +Erased. + +And Max stood there in the middle of the wreckage, his gray-coated hand slowly returning to normal, his breathing calm and steady, his eyes locked coldly onto the stunned enemies still surrounding him. + +He had killed a Level 2 Expert Rank warrior—not with brute strength alone, but with overwhelming technique, speed, and ruthlessness. + +And now, every remaining enemy finally understood— + +The boy standing before them was not someone they could toy with. + +He was a monster.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +"This...!" one of the Level 1 Expert Rank warriors stuttered, his entire body trembling uncontrollably as he stared at the floating fragments of his fallen comrade, disbelief and horror etched across his face. The warrior’s fingers clutched his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes. + +"He’s too strong!" another one cried out, his voice cracking with sheer panic, his feet instinctively taking a step back in the air, as if distancing himself could somehow protect him from the nightmare standing before them. + +"We... we’re not his opponents at all!" the last of the Level 1 Experts gasped, unable to keep the dread out of his voice, his body shivering as if he were standing naked against a raging winter storm. + +"Don’t you cower here!" the surviving Level 2 Expert Rank warrior barked sharply, his voice rough and desperate, trying to cut through the rising tide of fear among his remaining allies. His dark blue hair fluttered wildly in the battlefield wind, and his eyes, though shaken, gleamed with a stubborn, burning defiance. "He’s strong, yes," he admitted, clenching his fists tightly, "but we have numbers. He can’t kill all four of us if we attack him at the same time!" + +He turned to lock eyes with Max, who stood silently, eyes gleaming coldly, utterly unfazed by the panic his actions had caused. The Level 2 Expert Rank warrior gritted his teeth and shouted again, louder this time as if trying to convince himself as much as the others. "Both the times he killed one of us, he used the benefit of sneak attacks! He ambushed us when we weren’t prepared! We underestimated him—that’s the only reason he succeeded! But now that we know what he’s capable of, now that we’re ready, his tricks won’t work on us!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-465.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-465.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..decb85f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-465.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 465: Fury of Flaming Lion" +slug: "ch-465" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 465 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The three trembling Level 1 Experts hesitated, then slowly nodded, their breathing still uneven, but the words seemed to offer them a lifeline, something to cling to in their rising despair. + +It made sense—at least, they forced themselves to believe it did. If they stayed together, surrounded him, and attacked as one, Max would be overwhelmed. He couldn’t teleport and strike down all of them at once. They just had to keep their nerves steady, move in coordination, and not allow fear to dictate their actions. + +They readied their weapons, circling Max cautiously like a pack of wolves preparing to tear down a beast far larger than themselves. + +But standing at the center of them, Max’s expression didn’t change. If anything, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. + +"Infernal Demon Transformation," Max muttered softly, almost like a whisper carried away by the winds of battle—and then it happened. + +A beam of blood-red light shot up from Max as the centre towards the heavens, tearing a jagged path through the thick clouds above and below slamming into the ground. + +The battlefield seemed to still, as if even the storm of war itself paused to witness the monstrous change unfolding in the sky. Max’s body, suspended midair, began to undergo a ghastly, terrifying transformation. + +The Infernal Demon Tattoo that lay dormant on his right hand suddenly blazed to life, its dark crimson patterns glowing with a sinister light. Like liquid fire, the tattoo began to spread, crawling up his wrist, winding around his elbow, coiling over his shoulder, and searing its way across his right torso and up his neck. + +Within seconds, Max’s entire right side was engulfed in a pulsing, living pattern of dark red lines, as if the very blood in his veins had turned into molten lava. His right eye, usually a clear, vibrant pink, darkened rapidly into a deep, menacing bloody red, glowing with a faint but chilling light. + +Even a portion of his hair on the right side of his head turned from white to a dark crimson, as if stained permanently by blood. + +And then, to complete the hellish image, a massive wing burst from Max’s back—a monstrous fusion of bloody red and deep black, its leathery surface rippling with raw, corrupt energy. The wing stretched wide with a loud snap, casting a long, dreadful shadow over the broken battlefield below. + +The transformation unleashed an aura so powerful, so unnatural, that it sent a deep shudder across the entire battlefield. Warriors below the Exper Rank who had been battling fiercely on the ground—whether elves, humans, or demons—staggered, many of them instinctively backing away, their faces pale and filled with fear. + +Even those Expert Rank, hardened veterans who had fought through countless battles, felt a primal terror awaken inside them, warning them of the abomination that now hovered above. + +But it wasn’t just the weak who felt it. + +Even the peak Expert Rank leaders—King Magnar, Aurelia, Kate, and the mighty Three Commandments of the Monarch—paused mid-battle, their eyes darting toward Max with narrowed gazes, unease flickering across their otherwise unshakable faces. There was something deeply wrong, deeply unnatural about the power he was emitting now. + +Especially among the human warriors, the reaction was even more disturbing. Those who bore the faintest traces of infernal energy within their bodies—the Infernal Demon Tattoo—felt their own markings react violently, burning and pulsing in resonance with Max’s transformation. + +Some cried out in pain, clutching their arms, their faces twisted in confusion and terror. + +Max hovered in the air like a crimson storm contained within a human form, his eyes burning with malevolent light as he stared down the four warriors who had dared to surround him. + +The three Level 1 Expert Rank cultivators looked visibly shaken, their faces pale, sweat trickling down their brows, weapons trembling in their hands. But it was the Level 2 Expert Rank warrior—the one with dark blue hair—who still tried to maintain some semblance of composure. + +Though his face remained taut and serious, his tightened jaw and twitching fingers betrayed the pressure he felt under the weight of Max’s demonic aura, which clawed at his spirit like a beast hungry for blood. + +’Crimson Havoc Fist: Sevenfold Slaughter Technique—First Move!’ + +Max roared inwardly, his infernal energy swirling violently within him. His right arm tensed, glowing veins pulsing like rivers of molten wrath beneath his tattooed skin. In a flash, the space around him warped and cracked as he invoked the Concept of Space, vanishing once more from sight. + +Whoosh! + +He reappeared an instant later behind the Level 2 Expert Rank warrior, a blur of demonic energy and focused killing intent. His fist was already pulled back, blazing with red energy and prepared to deliver the first of seven devastating strikes. + +But instead of panic, laughter erupted from the blue-haired warrior. + +"I knew you’d do that!" he barked with confidence, spinning around midair, his fist surging with energy of its own. Deep red flames burst from his arm, quickly forming into the head of a massive lion—its mane ablaze, its mouth open in a silent roar. + +The flaming lion construct roared to life around his fist, the pressure it exuded causing the surrounding air to ripple and snap like breaking glass. Heat exploded outward in a shockwave, the sheer force cracking the ground far below, and the skies shimmered with the oppressive energy of fire compressed into bestial form. + +Max remained unnervingly calm, his expression untouched by the rising tension as the dark blue-haired warrior roared and prepared his strongest attack. His crimson eyes, filled with cold clarity, watched every movement, every tremor in the enemy’s aura—not out of caution, but calculation. Because Max, too, was preparing something. Something worse. Something far more violent. + +Crimson Havoc Fist: Sevenfold Slaughter Technique—a terrifying art that demanded either the user’s mastery of the Concept of Slaughter or an aura soaked in death and carnage. Max didn’t possess the Concept of Slaughter... but he didn’t need it. + +Instead, he infused the technique with something far more sinister—his infernal energy, the power granted by the cursed depths of the Infernal Demon Tattoo. + +His right hand, already dark red from the demonic transformation, clenched with monstrous pressure, each muscle twisting like coiled steel. Slowly, from the tip of his knuckles, a shadow began to gather—thick, black, and cloudy like a storm summoned from the underworld. + +It took shape like a phantom beast snarling from the abyss, and as it fully formed, a horrifying stench of blood suddenly burst from Max’s fist, thick and nauseating. It wasn’t just the scent of blood—it was the smell of slaughter, of corpses piled in silence, of something that should not exist.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +The very air around him twisted and recoiled, warping unnaturally as if reality itself found his presence abhorrent. + +Across from him, the dark blue-haired Level 2 Expert Rank warrior laughed with blazing confidence, utterly unaware of the storm he was provoking. "Haha! You’re going down!" he roared, his flame-coated fist burning with wild, explosive force. "You, who haven’t even comprehended a Concept, dare to stand against me? This is my strongest attack! Your sneak attacks won’t save you now!" + +With a booming roar, he hurled his flaming lion fist forward, the massive burning construct roaring with violent majesty. The air around it ignited, a shockwave tearing through the sky as it flew toward Max like a meteor of pure flame. + +"Concept of Flames—Fury of the Flaming Lion!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-466.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-466.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ebc77b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-466.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 466: Crimson Havoc Fist - Blood Surge Fist" +slug: "ch-466" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 466 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1273 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood tall and still, the burning lion charging at him with blazing majesty, its jaws wide, flames howling, aura cracking the sky like thunder. Yet he didn’t flinch. He didn’t step back. He simply watched it come—calmly, coldly, as if it were beneath him. + +And then, with terrifying composure, he raised his right fist, now fully infused with infernal might, its skin dark red and veined with glowing black lines from the spread of the Infernal Demon Tattoo. + +His fingers clenched tighter, and in that instant, the world seemed to pause—only to shatter a heartbeat later with a violent explosion of aura. + +Boom! + +From his fist erupted a wave unlike anything the battlefield had ever felt. A violent burst of Slaughter Aura surged outward like a tidal wave, not just infused but fused with Max’s raw Infernal Energy—a black-red maelstrom of pure destruction. + +The pressure that radiated from that single arm wasn’t just power—it was domination. It was a murderous will, seeping into the souls of everyone who felt it. + +Far across the battlefield, seasoned warriors—men and women who had fought in countless battles—staggered and fell to one knee, clutching their chests as their hearts trembled from the sheer intensity. + +Faces turned pale. Breaths caught in throats. Weapons lowered unconsciously. + +It wasn’t just energy anymore. + +It was bloodlust made manifest. + +A weapon shaped not by technique alone, but by hatred—honed through agony, grief, rage, and a curse deep enough to warp fate itself. + +Max’s crimson right eye glowed with unholy light as he stepped into the blow. + +The air around him howled, twisted, screeched, as if the laws of the world were peeling back in fear of what was coming. + +His voice, steady and lethal, cut through the madness. + +"Blood Surge Fist – Fury Ignition!" + +His fist exploded forward like a cannon of death, meeting the incoming flaming lion head-on. + +And in the next instant— + +Everything. Blew. Apart. + +Fire and shadow clashed in midair, and the sky itself screamed. The flaming lion shattered with a roar of agony, torn apart by the devouring force of infernal slaughter. Heat met corruption. Concept met curse. + +And in that clash, it was Max’s will that proved supreme. The lion didn’t just break—it disintegrated, unraveling into ash and fading embers before ever touching Max’s skin. + +The resulting shockwave split the clouds, tore chunks out of the battlefield below, and hurled nearby warriors—enemy and ally alike—through the air like ragdolls. + +The Level 2 Expert Rank warrior who had so confidently launched his strongest attack? His body was flung back like a discarded rag, blood spurting from his mouth before he even understood what had happened. + +His entire right arm was gone—blasted into nothingness by the sheer impact of Max’s strike. His right leg was missing too, torn clean off at the thigh, blood and scorched flesh trailing behind him as he spiraled through the air. + +But what was most horrifying wasn’t what had been destroyed in an instant—it was what remained. The left half of his body, though still intact, was being slowly eaten away by the lingering remnants of Slaughter Aura and Infernal Energy that clung to his flesh like a curse. + +The veins in his skin turned black, pulsing with corruption. His shoulder cracked as patches of skin crumbled into dust, his organs breaking down from within, unable to resist the foreign, monstrous force gnawing at his very existence. The decay was silent, merciless, and final. + +"How..." he croaked, blood spilling from his lips as his body shook with the effort to speak. His eyes, once sharp and burning with pride, now dulled with disbelief and dread. "You... didn’t use... a concept..." he whispered, voice barely audible over the wind that howled around them. + +And that was it. + +Those were his final words before his body finally gave up—his balance lost, his strength gone. Slowly, pathetically, he began to fall, limbs slack, eyes empty, his mangled and decaying form descending through the air like broken debris. + +He hit the bloodstained earth with a lifeless thud, the weight of his pride crashing down with him. There was no final cry, no dramatic last breath. He was just... gone. + +Dead. + +Everyone stood frozen. + +The clash that had just occurred between Max and the Level 2 Expert Rank warrior was no ambush, no sneak attack—it had been a direct, face-to-face confrontation. And Max had emerged not just victorious, but overwhelming. + +The entire battlefield fell into silence once again, the roar of skills and the clashing of blades halted mid-swing. Warriors turned their eyes skyward, minds reeling, struggling to accept what they had just seen. + +If his previous kills had caused murmurs of disbelief, this one drowned them in awe. A young man not even in the Seeker Rank had met an Expert Rank head-on and won. No tricks. No advantages. Just power. Ruthless, unrelenting power. + +"You’re starting to annoy me, you know that?" a cold voice suddenly echoed from high above—calm, yet laced with something dark and twisted. Drevon. The Young Monarch’s voice cracked like thunder across the clouds as an arc of blood-red light suddenly tore through the sky, falling toward Max like a divine punishment from the heavens. + +"No!" Klaus shouted, his eyes wide with panic. He surged upward with all his speed, a wave of black flames bursting from his palm as he hurled his own attack to intercept the red arc. + +At the same time, the silver-haired elven woman reacted as well, summoning a gleaming silver sword from thin air and sending it streaking toward the descending threat. + +But something unimaginable happened. + +Just as both defensive attacks neared the red arc, the red energy suddenly accelerated, its velocity spiking like a slingshot unleashed. + +It tore through Klaus’s black flames with a hiss, split the silver sword in half like it was made of paper, and closed the distance to Max in the blink of an eye. It moved too fast—so fast that even Klaus and the elven lady couldn’t react in time. + +Bang! + +The red arc slammed into Max like a comet. The force sent his body hurtling through the air, crashing down toward the earth like a falling star. The impact was cataclysmic. + +The ground shattered, dirt and stone erupting outward as Max slammed into it, forming a crater larger and deeper than even the one left by his earlier kill. Dust and debris flew into the sky in a choking storm, hiding the center of the blast from view. + +"MAX!" Klaus shouted, diving down toward the crater without hesitation. His face was pale, horror written across every line as he rushed toward the impact zone, but he didn’t get far. + +Because from the dust and rubble—something moved. + +A shadow surged upward, cutting through the smoke like a phoenix rising from fire. It was Max. His figure shot back into the air, straight-backed, his wing flaring open behind him, pink and red eyes blazing with fury and defiance. + +His shirt was torn, ripped open across the chest where the red arc had landed, revealing bare skin beneath it. But—there was no blood. No wound. Not even a scratch. His skin was flawless. Untouched. + +’I see... So that’s how it is...’ Max thought his red eye gleaming. ’The true power of the Infernal Demon Tattoo combining with my Unholy Trinity Physique.... With this strength I can...’ + +Looking up, he hovered there, the winds swirling around him, as he raised his voice and stared into the clouds above. + +"Is that it?" he shouted, loud enough for all the world to hear. His voice boomed with contempt, echoing across the battlefield. "You can’t even injure me!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-467.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-467.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..08503e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-467.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 467: Show Me What You Have Got" +slug: "ch-467" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 467 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1009 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Just then, the sky split open once more, and four figures descended from the thick veil of clouds. It was Drevon—four copies of him, moving with eerie synchrony—and behind them followed the battered figures of King Magnar, Elarion, and Marcel.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +The difference between them was stark. Drevon looked completely composed, his expression relaxed, clothes unwrinkled, not a scratch on his flawless skin. + +The same could not be said of the three leaders of the Lost Continent. Marcel clutched his side where blood slowly leaked through his robes, Elarion’s shoulder was clearly dislocated, and King Magnar, though still standing firm, had burns streaking across his chest and arm. They looked like they’d survived a disaster. + +Drevon looked like he had just taken a casual walk through it. + +Even the brutal clash between Aurelia, Kate, Ralph, Garrison, and the Commandments came to a stop. + +Judging by the condition of both sides, it was clear the battle had reached a stalemate—except that the Commandments were down one man, an advantage now equalized by the exhaustion of their enemies. + +Above the shattered battlefield, with blood in the soil and tension in the air, Max’s voice suddenly rang out. He floated high, his wing outstretched, his body still glowing faintly from the residual pulse of infernal energy. + +"You know..." he said, his tone oddly casual, "I just realized something." His eyes swept over the field, then locked onto Drevon. "I could end this entire war in a minute. I could annihilate your army. Turn them into dust." + +Gasps echoed across the battlefield. Dozens of eyes turned to him. His words weren’t just confident—they were insane. Reckless. Arrogant. + +But then Max kept speaking, his gaze sharp as a blade. "And you..." he pointed directly at Drevon, his voice like ice, "I can make it so that you run from this place. Desperate. Panicked. Anxious. Clinging to your pathetic life." + +For a moment, silence reigned. + +The leaders of the Lost Continent—even those who had witnessed Max’s monstrous feats—held their breath. His words were too bold, too outrageous to be believed. + +This was Drevon. The Young Monarch. The man who had just forced three of the continent’s most powerful leaders to retreat in defeat. The one who stood atop a sea of corpses and declared himself sovereign. + +How could a boy barely in the sixth level of the Adept Rank possibly make him run? + +And yet... + +Drevon grinned. For the first time, a real smile stretched across his face—not mocking, not forced, but genuine interest, even amusement. "I’d like to see you try," he said, his voice smooth, almost inviting. "Show me what you’ve got." + +Max didn’t flinch. He simply stared at him, calm and silent. + +"You don’t care about your army turning to nothing but bones?" he asked evenly, as if it were a casual question, not a threat. + +Drevon shrugged lightly. "I don’t believe in your strength," he said plainly. "You’re strong. I’ll give you that. But this... this is beyond you." + +"I see," Max replied with a quiet nod. He slowly closed his eyes. + +"Give me a chance!" A voice suddenly rang out, clear and sharp, slicing through the heavy silence before Max could act. In an instant, a figure flashed through the air and appeared in front of Drevon, standing proudly with his head high and his back straight. + +The young man had slightly long black hair that fell just past his shoulders, tousled from flight, and his bright eyes were sharp with burning determination. + +He wasn’t just another warrior—there was something different about his presence, something too precise, too polished. He radiated the dangerous calm of someone who had been raised in the shadows for this very moment. + +"Give me a chance to annihilate Max Morgan," he said, his voice unwavering. "I will fight him here and now. After I’m done with him, you can do whatever you want. But leave him to me first." + +Drevon turned to him with a flicker of interest, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You want to prove your worth... is that it?" he asked in an easy, almost amused tone. + +"Yes, Master," the young man replied firmly, his tone shifting from bold to reverent. "I want to prove my worth. But this is more than that." + +He took a breath, clenching his fists tightly. "I, as your student, want to show the world what I am capable of. You have sheltered me, trained me, shaped me in the shadows for years—and now, I want to show you that all of it meant something." + +He stepped forward, his voice growing stronger with each word. "You’ve kept me hidden all my life, and I understand why. But this is it. This is the moment I rise. I want to defeat Max Morgan and reveal to the world that he is nothing more than an ant beneath my foot. I want to prove that your teachings, your guidance, your faith in me—none of it was wasted. And more importantly, I want to make sure you don’t lower yourself to act against someone so far beneath you. Let me be the sword that removes this stain." + +Drevon’s faint smile lingered as he stared at his student. He didn’t speak immediately. He simply watched, his crimson eyes locked onto the fire in the boy’s gaze. Then finally, slowly, he gave the smallest of nods. + +"I’m waiting," Drevon said, his voice laced with quiet expectation. And with that simple sentence, the battlefield shifted once more. + +All eyes now turned—not to the Monarch, not to Max—but to the hidden student stepping into the light for the first time. The prodigy raised by Drevon himself. + +King Magnar landed beside Aurelia and Kate, his expression grim and his armor scorched from his earlier battle. Moments later, Elarion and Marcel descended as well, joining him without a word. Around them, the remaining Expert Rank elves gathered quickly, reforming a defensive ring in the sky, their expressions wary as they turned their gazes toward the stand-off between Max and the newly revealed youth beside Drevon. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-468.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-468.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5577e61 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-468.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 468: William" +slug: "ch-468" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 468 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1002 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I’ve attached my shadow to Max’s back," Marcel said calmly, though his voice was edged with tension. His eyes flicked between Drevon and Max, calculating every breath, every twitch. "If Drevon tries to sneak attack him again, I can swap Max’s position with my shadow instantly." + +"Good," King Magnar muttered, folding his arms, his eyes locked onto the young man standing beside the Young Monarch. "But it’s not Drevon I’m worried about right now. It’s that kid." He nodded slightly toward the blackhaired figure who had stepped forward to challenge Max. "I’ve heard some wild things about him." + +"What do you mean?" Elarion asked, his brows furrowing. The usually unshakable Elf King was growing visibly tense. + +"His name is William Mackie," Magnar said, his voice low, grim, and heavy with implication. "He’s Drevon’s hidden student—raised and trained away from the eyes of the world. And his class... it’s one of the forbidden ones. He’s a Necromancer." + +"A Necromancer?!" Elarion and Marcel exclaimed at once, their voices thick with disbelief. Even Aurelia and Kate—two of the most powerful leaders from the Valora Continent—visibly stiffened. + +Necromancers weren’t just rare. They were feared. Reviled. And outlawed in every corner of the world. To command the dead was to tamper with souls, with the laws of life and death. It wasn’t a class—it was a curse. + +And now one stood beneath the Young Monarch’s banner, ready to battle Max. + +There were countless types of classes that existed in the world—each one shaping the destiny of its wielder. + +Some were Divine, said to be blessed directly by the gods, radiating light and virtue, meant to guide and protect. Others, however, were cursed—taboo classes whispered about in fear, feared not because of their abilities alone, but because of what history had carved into their name. + +Among those forbidden paths stood one class above all in dread and darkness: the Necromancer. A class not granted by any god, but born of the twisted edge between life and death itself. + +Though it was always said that a class was merely a tool—and that how it was used depended on the heart of the user—Necromancer had never carried a good legacy. History did not offer even a single clean tale tied to it. + +There was once a time, not too long ago, when a young prodigy in the Middle Domain awakened the Necromancer class. By all accounts, he was a good kid—bright, kind, and full of promise. + +At first, he used his powers only for healing the wounded through reanimation techniques, preserving the souls of the dying, and studying the laws of life with curiosity. + +But as his power grew, so did his ambition. What began as small experiments turned into twisted rituals. What was once research became domination. + +And before the world realized what was happening, he was raising the dead en masse, forming legions of lifeless soldiers to bend the continent to his will. He dreamed of turning the entire Middle Domain into a land of the dead, a necrotic kingdom where he reigned as its eternal king. + +He would have succeeded too—if not for the hand of help from the Four God Nation. The land still hadn’t fully healed from the horrors he left behind. His name was erased, his grave sealed in sanctified flame, and from that day forward, Necromancer was not just forbidden—it became a curse that no nation dared tolerate. + +And while the Lower Domain had never borne witness to the rise of a Necromancer before, every ruler, every elder, every seasoned expert had heard the legend. The whispered nightmare of what could happen if a Necromancer class was born again. + +"When I first heard the rumor about a child awakening the Necromancer class," King Magnar said with a heavy sigh, his voice laced with frustration and regret, "I immediately dispatched my best men to find him. I didn’t hesitate. I knew what kind of threat that class represented—not just to a nation, but to the entire balance of the Lower Domain itself." + +His eyes darkened as he spoke, the memory clearly weighing on him. "But it was like he vanished into thin air. No trace. No footprint. Like he never even existed. It’s just... I got the news too late." + +He turned his gaze toward the sky where the blackhaired youth, William Mackie, hovered beside Drevon, his presence now heavy with purpose and silence. "By the time we pieced it all together, it was already too late. He was under the eyes of the Monarch. Hidden. Trained. Groomed." + +He paused for a moment, his jaw tight, and then added, "I just hope... Max can kill him. But it won’t be easy. In fact, this might be Max’s hardest battle yet. William isn’t just strong—he’s dangerous in a way we’ve never seen before. He carries a class that defies nature, bends death itself, and twists the rules of life to his will." + +Elarion stood beside him, his face grim as he nodded slowly. "Let’s hope he does kill him," he said, his voice low but firm. "Because if he doesn’t... the world might soon remember why Necromancers were erased from history." + +*** + +"Before I fight, I just want to say this," William said, his voice cool and sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. He stood tall, the clouds behind him swirling ominously as if they sensed what was coming. His eyes locked onto Max with a hatred so deep it bordered on obsession. + +"I loathe you from the bottom of my heart, Max Morgan. There has not been a single day—not one—where I didn’t dream of killing you. Ever since the day they called you the number one genius of the Valora Continent, of the entire Lower Domain... that should’ve been my title. Mine!" + +He stepped forward slightly, his presence intensifying as tendrils of deathly energy began to curl around his feet like mist from a graveyard. "Only I, William Mackie, deserve that title. Only I am worthy to stand at the peak." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-469.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-469.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5c8044 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-469.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 469: Necromancer" +slug: "ch-469" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 469 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max didn’t flinch. His eyes narrowed, cold and unforgiving. "Done?" he asked, his voice like steel. "If you’re done, then begin. I have important matters to attend to after I am done with you." + +William chuckled, but the sound twisted midway, becoming something far darker—something unnatural. "Hahaha... always so arrogant, aren’t you?" His lips curled into a grin as he raised one hand to the sky. "Then hold your breath, Max... because you’re about to witness something unholy." + +The sky above darkened instantly, clouds swirling into a whirlpool of black and grey. And then—crack—a soundless rupture tore through the fabric of the air behind William as a massive portal formed, rippling like the surface of a cursed lake. + +The stench of death poured out, and with it, a thousand shadows began to rise from the portal, stepping, crawling, slithering, and flying out. + +The dead had answered his call. + +An army of undead surged forth like a flood. Rotting demons with tattered wings, skeletal elves with burning green eyes, humans with hollow sockets and rusted armor, all marching with jerky yet unwavering steps. + +But more than anything else—monsters. Countless monsters. Giant undead arachnids, rotting serpents the size of trees, corpse-bears stitched together with chain bindings, eyeless ogres with cracked clubs, all emitting the twisted aura of reanimation. + +These weren’t fresh corpses—these were monsters that had once terrified the world in life, now returned in death to serve. + +And then came the five. + +A black Wyvern, its wings torn and patched with rotting flesh, bones showing through its chest. When it roared, no sound came, only a violent wave of pressure that made the sky tremble. + +A two-headed undead Minotaur, each head fighting for control, their mouths gnashing, its axe rusted but soaked in ancient blood. + +A Bone Kraken, its limbs dragging through the sky, its maw hollow and filled with spikes of soul energy, floating as though swimming through mist, coiled in death’s silence. + +A Graveborn Colossus, towering as high as a mountain, made of decayed stone and beast flesh, a fortress of bones sewn together by cursed magic. + +And lastly, a Spectral Basilisk, its body shimmering between flesh and spirit, glowing veins pulsing with venom that had long outlived its death. Its stare turned even the surrounding air into black mist. + +William spread his arms wide, the entire army standing behind him, the five monstrosities leading the charge. "You see this, Max?" he shouted, voice echoing across the heavens. "I tamed death. This is my strength. This is my army. This... is your grave." + +Max said nothing. He simply stood in the air, the wind brushing against his torn shirt, his eyes fixed on William and the monstrous army rising behind him. + +His gaze shifted slowly, calmly, but beneath that still exterior, his mind was racing. ’This is... not what I expected,’ he thought, his brow tightening ever so slightly. + +It would be a lie to say he wasn’t surprised—no, he was shocked. Shocked to the core. He had heard the rumors before—whispers spoken in the Phoenix Order Guild, in the academy, he had studied before awakening. There were always a tale of Necromancer. The legends of Necromancers. + +That they could raise the dead, command armies of corpses, bend beasts and warriors alike to their will with a single curse. + +But hearing rumors... and standing before a Necromancer who had done it, who had summoned thousands of the dead into the sky, was something else entirely. + +His eyes moved from one hideous creature to the next. Rotting monsters. Hollow-eyed humans. Elves whose faces he could not recognize, now twisted into mockeries of their former nobility. Demons, too, wings flapping in slow, broken rhythm, their bodies grotesquely reassembled by death. + +And the five that led them—the wyvern, the two-headed minotaur, the spectral basilisk, the kraken, the colossus—they didn’t feel like puppets. They felt like calamities. The sheer presence of them bent the sky above and darkened the horizon like dusk had fallen prematurely. + +’There are thousands of them...’ Max thought, his expression darkening slightly. Thousands. His aura trembled for a moment, not from fear, but calculation. His strength—when fully unleashed—was terrifying. He had defeated Level 2 Expert Rank warriors. He had survived Drevon’s direct attack. + +But even he had limits. + +And fighting an entire undead army, one that didn’t tire, didn’t feel pain, didn’t retreat, wasn’t something he could afford to do. ’This isn’t a battle I can win by clashing head-on,’ he realized grimly. ’Even if I cut them down, I’ll only be draining myself. And I can’t allow that... not with what I have planned next.’ + +The battlefield had shifted. The rules had changed. And now, Max would have to make a choice—either burn everything to survive this hell, or dig deeper into the abyss and become something the dead feared. + +"Why so silent?" William sneered, his voice laced with mockery as he hovered confidently above his undead legion. His army of the dead loomed behind him like a wall of despair, a sea of rotting monsters and empty eyes awaiting his command. "Are you finally realizing the gap between us? Thinking of running away now that you know you can’t possibly defeat me?" + +Max simply shook his head with a faint, almost amused smile. "No," he said, voice calm, steady. "That’s not the case at all." + +He tilted his head slightly, as if pondering something far beneath the surface of this battlefield. "There are two ways I can kill you. One is the easy way, but I’m saving that for later—after I’ve dealt with the rest of the trashes like you. Which means..." His smile faded, replaced with a shadowed determination. "...I’ll have to do this the hard way." + +The air around him pulsed violently—and then erupted. + +Black flames burst from Max’s body like an awakening volcano. They didn’t roar. They didn’t scream. They whispered. And it was that silence that was terrifying. The flames twisted around him, swallowing the space in writhing coils of shadow-fire that didn’t just burn—they devoured. + +The air warped under the sheer intensity, rippling as though space itself was being scorched raw. The battlefield fell deathly still. Even the undead—lifeless and soulless—seemed to flinch as the aura pressed down on them. + +’Hard way it is then...’ Max thought, clapping both of his hands together. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-47.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-47.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1297b01 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-47.md @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 47: Limitbreaker" +slug: "ch-47" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 47 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1239 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +In the endless white space, a figure stood amidst hundreds of glowing blue dots floating around him. These dots would sometimes revolve around him, sometimes surround him, or, at times, entirely consume him. + +This process continued over and over again for hundreds of thousands of cycles until all the glowing blue dots disappeared, leaving the figure alone in the bleak white world. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up a skill beyond level 100.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the title—Limitbreaker.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the title—Aura of the Primordials.] + +"I did it!" he yelled in triumph as he emerged from the Dimension of Time. + +Springing to his feet, he clenched his fists tightly and shouted again, "I did it!" His expression was fierce, his face glistening with sweat, but the uncontainable joy shining through made it clear he had achieved something extraordinary. + +Only he understood the sacrifices and effort it had taken to reach this point. + +He had spent nearly two weeks practicing the Magic Bullets skill like a robot, repeating the same task again and again for about 350 years. + +If not for the breaks in between for food and rest, he would have had an even harder time. + +"Even though it took me two weeks to level up just one skill beyond level 100, I succeeded," Max muttered to himself, his fists clenched in excitement and determination. + +"Though, the two weeks—or should I say, the 350 years I spent—were…" + +After a week of failure, doubts started creeping into his mind about the so-called realm beyond level 100. It felt like he was pulling on an endless rope, with no end in sight. + +Still, he reasoned that there was nothing waiting for him outside, so he might as well dedicate his time to training. And so, he held on, pushing himself through years of relentless effort, trying to achieve something he believed to be true. + +With that resolve, Max continued without looking back, even though his journey hadn’t been easy. He faced failure after failure, each one testing his resolve, until, at last, he succeeded. + +"Oh, well, let’s see what these titles are for…" Max smiled contentedly, sitting on his bed. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 6 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 7 + +– Soul: 7.2 + +– Energy: 11 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Bullets(Limitbreaker), Basic Sword Arts (Lvl-100), Swift Dash (Lvl-100), Flurry Strike (Lvl-100), Flame Creation (Lvl-100), Infernal Coating (Lvl-100), Ten Directional Shield (Lvl-100), Float (Lvl-100)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +--- + +’A new row just for titles… great.’ Max mused before checking out these titles. + +--- + +[Limitbreaker] + +– Rank: — + +– Description: One inevitably encounters their limits, but a true Limitbreaker discovers ways to surpass them, rising to an entirely new level. + +– Effect: The bearer of this title often discovers ways to break their limits. Whether through unique insights, hidden potential, or newfound strength, they are perpetually guided to surpass their boundaries, achieving what was once thought impossible. + +--- + +"Woah! Such a cool title." Max exclaimed. After seeing the effect of the title, he felt that achieving beyond level 100 wouldn’t be as difficult the second time. + +"This is great!" Max clenched his fists in excitement and checked his other title. + +--- + +[Aura of Primordials] + +– Rank: —𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +– Description: A title imbued with the essence of the first beings of existence. + +– Effect: Any skill mastered to the ranks of Limitbreaker automatically upgrades to a higher-level skill. + +--- + +"What!!!" Max’s eyes widened as he saw the effect of the Aura of Primordials title. He was shocked, frozen, stunned, astonished—he couldn’t believe what he was reading. + +"This effect is too OP!" He exclaimed, jumping in triumph. The realization hit him like a thunderclap—upgrading the rank of a skill to a higher level was the ultimate dream. It was what everyone desired—the pinnacle of aspiration—to elevate their abilities beyond their current potential. + +Yet, it was a privilege so rare that many people would never even hear of an upgrade scroll, let alone get their hands on one in their entire lives. + +"That means, every time I reach the Limitbreaker realm with a skill, it will automatically upgrade to a higher realm." Max muttered, his mouth watering at the thought of possessing high-rank skills. + +[The Magic Bullets skill of common rank has been upgraded to Magic Sword Bullets of uncommon rank.] + +Just then, a notification appeared in his vision, confirming his thoughts and washing away any doubts he had about the Aura of Primordials title. + +--- + +[Magic Sword Bullets] + +– Rank: [Uncommon] + +– Level: 0 + +– Description: The skill allows the user to conjure and fire basic projectiles in the form of small swords made of pure magical energy. + +--- + +"There’s only a slight change in the description, but the skill level has dropped back to 0." Max muttered, frowning. + +He wondered whether using Magic Bullets at Limitbreaker rank would be more powerful than using Magic Sword Bullets of uncommon rank at level 0. + +Theoretically, the former would be far stronger initially, but as the Magic Sword Bullets leveled up day by day, year by year, they would eventually outpace the former, surpassing it in power over time. + +"Let’s test the skill, then," Max muttered, eager to try the upgraded skill. + +He held out his index finger, and a moment later, a small glowing blue dot the size of a bullet formed at its tip. "That’s a bullet from the Magic Bullets skill at Limitbreaker realm," he muttered, then slowly switched to using the Magic Sword Bullets skill. + +Suddenly, the bullet on the tip of Max’s finger began to convulse in various shapes before forming into a sword the size of his hand. + +It was a blue glowing sword, gleaming with magical energy. + +"So, that’s a level 1 Magic Sword Bullet skill, but…" Max was surprised by the edging aura emanating from the glowing sword at its tip. + +He could sense that its power level was nowhere near that of the bullet from Magic Bullets at Limitbreaker realm, but the sharpness contained in the sword seemed to have its own edge. + +"The upgraded skill is good, but I need time to level it up." Max sighed, thinking that time was not on his side. He had only about a week before the recruitment for the Phoenix Order began, and in that time, he had many tasks to accomplish. + +First, he needed to reach the Limitbreaker realm in every skill, and then master them to higher levels. + +"I don’t think I can level up the upgraded skills to level 100 this week, so I’ll focus on reaching the Limitbreaker realm in each of these skills," Max muttered, deciding. + +’Most importantly, the skills will become significantly more powerful after reaching the Limitbreaker realm,’ he mused silently. From what he could sense about his Magic Bullets skill, reaching the Limitbreaker realm would result in a qualitative leap in power, far surpassing what level 100 could achieve. + +After all, it was a realm beyond level 100, so it was bound to be many times more powerful than anything level 100 could ever attain. + +"Let’s take a bath, eat and again one week of training." Max muttered heading to take a bath. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-470.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-470.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2cfcf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-470.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 470: Dark Sun" +slug: "ch-470" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 470 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1016 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Whoosh! + +The moment his palms met, the torrent of black flames that had been flooding from his body surged upward like a geyser of darkness. The flames twisted and gathered above, forming a vortex that spun faster and faster, absorbing every drop of infernal fire Max had unleashed. Then it began to compress, shrinking inwards but growing denser, heavier, hotter—until finally, it took shape. + +A giant sphere of black flames floated in the sky above them, silent and motionless. It was massive—easily the size of a football field—hovering like a second sun, but one made of death and oblivion. + +The surface of the sphere wasn’t smooth—it was alive, rippling with tendrils of fire that slithered around it like serpents hunting for prey. And though it did not fall, did not descend, did not explode... its presence alone was devastating. + +The sheer heat it emitted warped the air for miles. The battlefield felt like it had been thrown into the heart of a dying star. Warriors nearby had to shield their faces. + +The Vital Essence shells of weaker experts sizzled just trying to hold back the waves of heat radiating off the sphere. Some even stumbled back, the hems of their robes catching fire from just standing too close. + +Dust on the ground dried and lifted. The blood in the wounds of the injured began to boil. The very sky above it seemed to darken further, retreating from the presence of what Max had created. + +And it hadn’t even moved yet. + +Klaus, watching from afar, felt his heart pound as cold sweat beaded on his back. "This... This is beyond anything I’ve seen before," he whispered. "Only you can use this technique to its highest potential." + +Up in the sky, Max stood still beneath the floating death he had summoned—his eyes fixed on William. + +"Five Omens of Absolute Calamity." + +"First Omen – Dark Sun." + +Max’s voice was soft but carried with it the weight of destruction itself. The moment the words left his mouth, the massive sphere of black flames—ominous, silent, and pulsing like the heart of an infernal god—began to descend. It did not fall like a fireball. + +It lowered with gravity-defying weight, slowly, deliberately, as if announcing its arrival to the world. Its descent sent shockwaves rippling through the skies, and the very clouds parted above it. + +A visible black dome of pressure formed around it as it moved, compressing the air until even sound seemed to vanish in its wake. + +William laughed. Bold. Arrogant. Confident. "Hahaha! This is indeed powerful, I’ll admit that!" he called out, raising his hand and gesturing to his vast army of undead. "But don’t think you can destroy my army with something that slow. I’ll just move them out of the way. Do you think me foolish?" + +With a wave of his hand, he sent out his command—clear, dominant, bound by Necromancer authority. "Move! Scatter to the sides!" + +But nothing happened. + +The army of the dead remained exactly where they were—thousands upon thousands of lifeless beings, unmoving, frozen in their tracks. The skeletal wyvern didn’t flap its wings. The two-headed minotaur didn’t twitch. + +The Graveborn Colossus, towering like a mountain, stood as still as a statue. The Basilisk, the Kraken, the demons, monsters, humans—all frozen in place like they’d been trapped in time itself. + +William’s laughter choked off. + +"What...?" His eyes narrowed, confusion giving way to a spark of panic. "What?! Why aren’t they moving? Why aren’t they responding to my command?!" he screamed, his voice rising sharply. He shouted again, more desperate now, "Move! I command you—move!" + +But they couldn’t. + +Max watched from beneath the falling black sun, the faintest sneer playing on his lips. His eyes, glowing faintly with spatial energy, flickered with cold precision. He had foreseen this. + +He knew the weakness of the Dark Sun. It was slow—too slow. For all its devastating power, it was never meant for quick, agile enemies. If left unhindered, an army—no matter how large—could simply move away. That was the obvious counter. + +But Max never gave his enemies obvious choices. + +Before unleashing the Dark Sun, he had activated one of his more subtle skills—Space Freeze. A massive, silent wave of space element spread invisibly beneath the army of undead, locking the very fabric of space around them. + +Not time. Not their limbs. Not their senses. Space itself. The result? No movement. No shifting. No dodging. No escape. + +They weren’t paralyzed—they were anchored. Every undead monster, from the smallest reanimated goblin to the towering Graveborn Colossus, was trapped in the exact space they stood in, unable to shift even an inch. Their wills didn’t matter. Their master’s commands didn’t matter. + +They were fixed targets. + +And above them, the Dark Sun continued to fall, its silent presence now echoing like a judgment passed. + +Max didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He simply floated beneath the falling sun of annihilation he had summoned, his face calm, cold, eyes fixed on the unmoving army below. The sky trembled, the black flames churned, and the stench of decay mixed with heat thickened in the air like a heavy mist. + +Yet in the stillness, Max’s mind stirred. ’Concepts are... too strong,’ he suddenly realized. His gaze flicked briefly to the frozen legion of the dead—thousands of them, powerful undead monstrosities—and the sheer scale of what he had just done began to dawn on him. + +His Space Freeze skill was only Rare Rank. It should not, under any condition, have been capable of freezing such a massive force in place all at once. + +Not unless the user possessed strength leagues above his current level. And yet, he had done it. Effortlessly. Naturally. Almost... instinctively. + +Just then, a voice reached into his thoughts, deep and steady—Blob. + +"This is... a false domain," the familiar voice muttered. + +"A false domain?" Max frowned, his brows knitting. That term wasn’t foreign to him. He had only ever heard of Revenna, the mysterious prodigy of the North, a friend of his, capable of creating a False Domain using her ice ability—an ability only those nearing true mastery over a Concept could achieve. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-471.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-471.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f03b049 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-471.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 471: False Domain of Space" +slug: "ch-471" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 471 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1016 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hmm," Blob’s voice continued thoughtfully. "What you just did—that wasn’t merely the work of a skill. It wasn’t your Space Freeze alone that did this. That level of immobilization, this wide of an area, done in just a moment... should have been impossible for the current you. Your skill simply isn’t strong enough to freeze over a thousand entities in space. But you didn’t use the skill alone. You instinctively overlaid it with a false domain. Your Space Concept influenced reality just enough to bypass the limits of the skill." + +Blob paused, then added more quietly, "It seems that monolith you entered... whatever it gave you, it changed something. Deep. That world of space—it must’ve resonated with your talent. It’s attuned to space more than anything else." + +Max heard Blob’s words and gave a light, almost imperceptible nod, his expression unreadable beneath the flickering shadows of the black sun above. + +Everything made sense now—space had always felt so natural to him, he could instinctively grasp its essence without formal training, and therefore, the world of space during his comprehension trials had resonated with every fiber of his being. + +’The space element... it’s what my body is most attuned to. The affinity I have with it is the strongest,’ he thought, clarity settling over his mind like the final piece of a puzzle falling into place. + +He had never needed to force understanding when it came to space—he simply felt it, lived it, moved within it like a second skin. + +And now, realizing that affinity was not just a minor advantage but the foundation of his path, it no longer surprised him that he had comprehended a false domain seemingly out of nowhere. + +It had been waiting for him—just beneath the surface of his soul, slumbering—until his encounter with the monolith had awakened it. The power of space wasn’t something he controlled. It was something that belonged to him. + +"Is this... Concept of Space?" Kate suddenly muttered, her voice low with disbelief as her gaze swept over the battlefield below, her eyes locked onto the frozen figures legion of the undead. + +The very air felt rigid, suspended unnaturally, as if time itself was holding its breath. Even with all her experience, Kate could feel the overwhelming sensation that space had been shackled in that moment. + +King Magnar, standing beside her, frowned deeply. "That should be impossible," he said, shaking his head slowly. "To comprehend a concept—even the basics of one—would take a minimum of five years. And Space? That’s one of the most elusive, most abstruse concepts in the elemental path. It requires not just understanding, but a connection with the very fabric of reality." + +Kate didn’t respond right away. Her sharp eyes remained fixed on the undeads below, analyzing every detail, every unnatural stillness. "All those undead... they were frozen in place mid-reanimation. Not by paralysis. Not by external restraint. But by the space around them itself," she finally said. "To freeze so many entities simultaneously would normally require three things—either a very high-level space skill, a true Concept of Space, or a fully formed Domain that overlays one’s will upon the world." + +"It’s not any of those," Klaus chimed in from the side, arms crossed tightly across his chest. His voice was calm, but his eyes were narrowed with awe. "It wasn’t a high-level skill. And he’s too young to have truly comprehended the full concept. And we all know forming a true domain requires mastery of a concept. That only leaves one possibility." He paused before speaking the term. "A False Domain." + +"True," Kate added, nodding slowly. "He couldn’t possibly have formed a domain with such limited time, and no known skill could perform that feat. A False Domain... that’s the only ability that bends the rules slightly, allowing a person to simulate domain-like effects with their affinity and partial comprehension of a concept." + +"She is correct," Elarion said, his usual stern tone softened with admiration. "I can feel it too—a vast, flowing amount of pure space elemental energy still lingering in the air. The distortion, the silent ripple of the world itself... it’s the unmistakable sign of a False Domain—one on the edge of becoming something greater." + +King Magnar let out a slow breath and grinned, the corner of his mouth lifting in both pride and disbelief. "He’s too much of a monster in terms of genius," he muttered. "Forget five years... At this rate, I’d say he’ll fully comprehend a Concept within two, maybe three." + +And so, the leaders of both continents—war-hardened, aged, and revered—stood in stunned agreement, their hearts shaken by the terrifying truth. + +’I wonder when I would awaken my Dimension of Space...’ Max mused quietly to himself, the thought drifting through his mind even as the world around him boiled in anticipation. + +His eyes, cold and unflinching, remained fixed on William—whose expression now twisted in silent fury and dread. Max’s voice was calm, but every syllable cut like a blade. "Just so you know, I won’t spare you," he said flatly. "I’ll kill everyone related to Monarch. Every last one of you." + +William gritted his teeth, rage and frustration boiling behind his eyes, but he said nothing. No words could stop what was coming. + +Because above them—it arrived. + +Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! + +The massive sphere of black flames—the Dark Sun—reached the peak of its descent. Its surface crackled and snarled like a living thing, pulsating with infernal malice, and then it dropped—slow but merciless—onto the legion of undead below. The moment it touched them, the effect was instant. + +Annihilation. + +Thousands of undead were crushed under the silent pressure of the Dark Sun, their bodies collapsing like sandcastles beneath a tidal wave of heat and force. Bones shattered into white ash. Rotting flesh ignited on contact. + +Ghastly screeches filled the sky as twisted monstrosities melted into black puddles. + +Even the five colossal summons—the wyvern, the kraken, the basilisk, the colossus, the minotaur—were not spared. They were flattened, engulfed, consumed by the silent fury of Max’s creation. The earth quaked violently, the sky turned a deeper shade of grey, and then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-472.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-472.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..22e2cfc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-472.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 472: Devour" +slug: "ch-472" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 472 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +BOOM! + +The ground split open in a thunderous eruption as the Dark Sun finally met the surface. A massive explosion swallowed the landscape, vaporizing the soil, tearing through trees, sending shockwaves in every direction. + +Black flames raced across the battlefield in black waves. The force knocked even high-level experts from the sky as pillars of smoke and fire spiraled upward, painting the heavens with darkness. A crater the size of a fortress was carved into the earth, glowing with heat and echoing with silence. + +But then... something moved. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +Beneath the charred sky and swirling smoke, the ashes shifted. Out from the scorched remains of the undead army, something began to rise—pieces of bone dragging themselves together, torn flesh reattaching, melted limbs clawing through the soot. The dead, though utterly crushed, were not completely gone. + +The black flames still clung to their remains like parasites, burning them slowly, but the essence of necromancy was not so easily defeated. One by one, the destroyed undead began to reform. Not perfectly. Not cleanly. Their movements were jerky, grotesque, incomplete—but they moved. + +Even the wyvern’s cracked skull began to knit together, its empty sockets twitching as charred wings re-formed in ragged strips. + +"They’re reforming..." Klaus whispered from the distance, a grim edge to his voice. + +"Hahaha!" A sudden, unhinged burst of laughter echoed through the scorched battlefield, loud and sharp, as if tearing through the thick curtain of ash and smoke. + +It came from William. + +His figure hovered high, his eyes wild, his grin stretched too wide to be sane, and his voice brimming with dark satisfaction. "You think you can kill the undead? Destroy them? Yes, maybe," he cackled, gesturing with a sweep of his arm toward the army below—now twitching, crawling, reforming in the black flames. "But killing an undead? Impossible. You can crush them, burn them, tear them apart—but as long as I command them, they will rise again. Again. And again." + +His laughter dipped into a low growl, sharp and threatening. "And you know what title I hold?" he asked, his voice darkening.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +"Mark of the Undead." His words hit like a curse. "This title... it grants me dominion not only over death but rebirth. Any undead under my control—any one of them that is destroyed—returns stronger. Faster. More violent. More resistant. What you did just now?" + +He gestured toward the crater Max had carved into the battlefield, the remains of his army clawing their way out. "You didn’t weaken them. You made them evolve." + +As the first of the reforming undead stood upright—bones now laced with dark runes, muscles twitching with unnatural life, their eyes glowing a more violent hue—William’s grin widened. "Each time you burn them down, they’ll come back more powerful than before. Each time you think you’ve won, you’ll only be digging your own grave deeper." + +He turned his gaze back to Max, that same twisted grin on his face, but now it was laced with a predator’s hunger. "You’re done for, Max Morgan," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "This battlefield will be your tomb. And my undead... your executioners." + +Max smiled faintly—calm, subtle, and yet utterly chilling. He watched the undead claw their way back together, reforming their broken bodies as though the devastation of the Dark Sun had meant nothing. + +Their bones clicked back into place, their twisted limbs stitched together with new malice. To anyone else, it might have seemed hopeless. + +But Max’s eyes weren’t fixed on their grotesque revival. No, his gaze was locked onto something far more important—the black flames. Because while William celebrated his apparent victory, he had failed to notice the true nightmare quietly taking root across the battlefield. + +Every single undead—every creature rising from the ashes—was still burning. + +The black flames, faint and sinister, still clung to their rotting flesh, their bones, their hollow eyes. They crawled along their skin like parasites, whispering, licking at the air. + +Even the ground beneath them, the scorched battlefield where the Dark Sun had landed, was laced with veins of flame that hadn’t gone out. They had latched on. And Max knew exactly what that meant. + +’I’ll be forced to level up after this... but...’ Max’s smile sharpened as he whispered in his mind, "Devour." + +The response was immediate—and horrifying. + +The black flames reacted. They trembled for an instant like living things, and then began to move. They surged, leapt, and linked—one undead to another, then another, then another again. From corpse to corpse, creature to creature, a web of black fire wove itself across the battlefield, until the entire undead army was blanketed in pulsing flame. + +The sky above them dimmed, not because of the smoke, but because the flames were growing—feeding on each other, converging, evolving into a sentient, seething ocean of death. + +From above, it looked like a void of fire had swallowed the undead army whole. + +William laughed again, loud and derisive. "Haha! I told you before—you can’t kill something that is already dead! What, trying to burn my undead a second time? That’s desperation, Max. You’re flailing. It’s over." He sneered as he raised his hand. "Enough games. Now I’ll show you the true might of my creations. Move!" he barked, commanding the undead to launch skyward toward Max. + +But... nothing happened. + +The army didn’t budge. + +Still engulfed in flame, they stood like statues. No growls. No movement. Just black fire dancing over their reanimated shells. + +"What are you doing?! Move!" William shouted again, his voice rising. Still nothing. + +And then—snap. + +His eyes widened in horror. + +One of the threads—the invisible bond between him and one of his undead soldiers—suddenly severed. It vanished from his awareness, like a candle being snuffed out. His breath caught. Before he could process what it meant, another thread snapped. Then another. Then three more. + +And then, in the burning chaos below, he saw it. + +A sight so terrifying, so absolutely against the laws of his necromantic control, that it nearly stopped his heart. The undead were not just frozen. They were being consumed. Not by fire. But by something far worse. + +The black flames were not burning them—they were devouring them. + +One by one, his undead began to collapse inwards, folding into themselves as if their existence was being unraveled. Their bones cracked in silence, their twisted bodies shriveled like paper, their very essence being pulled away and devoured by the flames. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-473.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-473.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..018c6f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-473.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 473: Do Your Best" +slug: "ch-473" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 473 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1012 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The scene turned apocalyptic. + +The black flames surged like a rising tide, no longer flickering gently across undead flesh, but now consuming everything with ravenous hunger. + +What had started as a quiet spread became an unstoppable wave—an infernal feast. Every undead, from the smallest reanimated ghoul to the towering behemoths, was caught in it. + +The flames didn’t just burn—they devoured, tore through flesh, shredded soul remnants, and erased their very essence from existence. + +The wyvern let out a soundless cry as its skeletal wings crumbled, its frame folding inward as if reality itself rejected its presence. The two-headed minotaur fought, clawing at its own chest as the flames seeped through its cracked bones, but within seconds, it collapsed—disintegrating from the inside out. + +The Graveborn Colossus, once a towering fortress of death, staggered in place as the flames tunneled through its stone-laced flesh, boring holes through its chest, arms, and skull, until its massive frame imploded, reduced to nothingness. + +The Spectral Basilisk shimmered desperately, phasing between spirit and flesh, trying to escape, but the flames found it, gripped it, and dragged it into oblivion, shattering even its ghostly essence. + +Even the Bone Kraken, which writhed and twisted through the air like a serpent of death, was pinned down by the flames that danced on invisible threads of space itself—its tentacles scorched, shriveled, and vanished one by one before its entire body collapsed inward like a dying star. + +And then the army—the thousands upon thousands of undead soldiers, monsters, and demons—began to fall like dominos. One blink, two blinks... entire lines of undead were gone, their ashes consumed, not scattered. Their bones didn’t remain. Their weapons didn’t fall. There was nothing left behind. + +Just black flame, and then... nothing. + +Not a single bone. + +Not a single scrap of armor. + +Not a single scream. + +Only silence, and a field scorched black. + +The undead didn’t die. + +They were unmade. + +And floating above the infernal crater, untouched, unshaken, Max stared calmly at the stunned William—who stood frozen mid-command, his lips parted, disbelief etched into every fiber of his face. + +His entire army... was gone. + +No revivals. + +No reformation. + +No second chances. + +Only annihilation. + +And then— + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 7 of the Adept Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 8 of the Adept Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 9 of the Adept Rank.] + +The system notifications echoed like a chorus in Max’s mind, each one pulsing with raw, surging power. He could feel it—his strength growing denser, sharper, more overwhelming with each leap in level. His body became lighter yet heavier with power, his senses expanded, and his aura grew vast enough to pressure the very wind into silence. + +Yet, despite the massive boost in strength, there wasn’t even a flicker of joy on his face. No triumphant grin. No sense of pride. Only a cold, deepening gloom. His brows knitted, his eyes dimming with thought. + +And then—his figure vanished. + +In the blink of an eye, Max reappeared behind William, who stood frozen in midair, his eyes wide and lifeless as they stared blankly at the battlefield. Or rather, what remained of it. + +The place where his grand army of undead had once stood... now just a field of nothing. No bones. No ashes. No echoes of power. Nothing. His lips trembled, but no words came. He looked as though someone had reached into his chest and torn his soul out, leaving behind an empty shell. + +"You..." Max began softly, his voice low and razor-sharp, like the whisper of death in one’s final moments. But before he could finish— + +"Don’t you dare kill him!" + +Drevon’s voice finally tore through the sky, filled with venom and command. The pressure in his tone would’ve shaken mountains, but Max didn’t even blink. He turned his head slightly, glancing back at the Young Monarch with a calm, almost amused smile playing on his lips. + +And then—without a word—Max silently touched William from behind. + +A single wisp of black flame curled from his fingertips, barely visible, like a shadow dancing on the edge of reality. It floated slowly, elegantly, and slipped into William’s body before the dazed boy even registered its presence. The flame disappeared within his chest, silent and subtle, embedding itself in his very soul. + +William didn’t even flinch. + +He was still too stunned to realize what had just happened. + +"You know what?" Max said suddenly, his voice slicing through the tense air like a blade, a grin curling at the edge of his lips. "I’ll let him go," he said, nodding toward William, who was still stunned by the failure of his undead army. + +"I’ll spare his life. But..." Max raised a single finger, his eyes narrowing, sharp as daggers. "You have to take one sword attack from me. Just one." + +The battlefield froze. + +"If you can do that," Max continued, his grin widening, "I’ll gladly let him live. But if you can’t... well, then he dies. Imagine that, Drevon. Imagine hiding your precious little student in the shadows for all these years, raising him like a secret weapon—only to watch him get erased the very day he reveals himself to the world." He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping into a mock whisper. "Now wouldn’t that be tragic?" + +For the first time since he had descended from the clouds, Drevon’s expression changed. His usual smug composure faded, replaced by something darker—something colder. His jaw clenched slightly, and a shadow passed over his crimson eyes as he frowned. Not a word left his lips for a long moment. But then, slowly, he replied, his voice low and even. "Do your best." + +Max grinned even wider. But instead of preparing the attack, he turned his head slightly, pointing down toward the battlefield below—the field where chaos had erupted not long ago. + +Where the armies of the Lost Continent, humans and elves alike, stood shoulder to shoulder in a tense standoff against the Monarch’s army—the same army that had come across the ocean, destroying everything in their path. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-474.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-474.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a55aa7e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-474.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 474: Infernal Demon Domain - World of Absolute Carnage" +slug: "ch-474" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 474 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I’ll start with them," Max said, his voice no longer playful. It was cold now, hard, and filled with the weight of something final. His finger pointed squarely at the dense clusters of soldiers clad in the Monarch’s colors. + +"They’re the ones, aren’t they?" he continued, his gaze sliding back to Drevon. "The ones who slaughtered city after city in the Central Region to weaken the foundation of this continent for you, to build a citadel for your Monarch. Who burned homes. Who hunted children. Who painted the rivers red with the blood of innocent people." + +He paused, his expression calm—too calm. + +"I’m no saint," Max said. "I don’t fight for virtue. I don’t care about justice, or mercy, or redemption. But if there’s one thing I do care about—" his voice sharpened like a blade drawn from its sheath "—it’s that I absolutely hate the Monarch. I hate everything it stands for. And you..." He looked Drevon dead in the eyes, his aura beginning to boil again. "...you’ve sent people to kill me time and time again. You’ve hunted me like I’m prey." + +His eyes began to glow, and the black flames around him flickered violently. + +"So now, just because I can... I will annihilate your army. Every. Single. One. Of. Them." + +As the final word left his lips, Max’s entire body shuddered, as if it had become the conduit of something ancient, something violent and unchained. A sudden beam of infernal energy erupted from the core of his chest, thick and blinding, casting the battlefield in an unnatural red glow. + +The Infernal Demon Tattoo that sprawled across the right side of his body began to burn brighter—far brighter—its dark red patterns now pulsating like veins of molten magma. It wasn’t just glowing—it was alive, writhing like it was awakening from slumber, hunger etched into every line, every flicker of light. + +And then, in a voice so low it felt like a whisper across reality itself, Max uttered the words that made the world still. + +"Infernal Demon Domain – World of Absolute Carnage." + +The air exploded. + +A deep, hellish wave of pure infernal energy burst out from Max’s body like a nuclear detonation made of rage and blood. It surged outward in every direction, expanding rapidly, consuming space, devouring the sky, swallowing the earth. + +The clouds above were ripped apart, erased by the sheer malice of the domain. The light of the sun vanished as if retreating in fear. And within seconds, the entire battlefield—the entire world as far as the eye could see—was consumed by a new realm, a true domain. + +Everything changed. + +The sky turned dark crimson, dripping with blood-colored mist that hissed and crackled. The ground beneath their feet warped into a wasteland of cracked black stone, littered with broken bones and dying embers. + +Rivers of glowing red energy—pools of boiling hatred—carved through the earth like veins in the skin of a beast. The air itself was heavy, choking, filled with the scent of death and rusted iron. Screams echoed in the distance—voices that didn’t belong to the living, nor the dead. + +Everyone was engulfed. + +The armies of the Lost Continent, humans and elves alike, stumbled as they felt their legs grow weak and their hearts pound wildly with fear. + +The army of the Monarch, thousands strong, looked around in confusion and horror as the oppressive aura began to crush their will to fight. + +Even the demons, immune to many forms of energy, shuddered—because this was not just energy. This was the origin of torment. + +Even the leaders—King Magnar, Elarion, Marcel, Kate, Aurelia—each powerful enough to shatter mountains, felt their bodies stiffen under the weight of the domain. It pressed into their bones, into their minds, into their souls. + +The Three Commendments of the Monarch—Garil, Loxus, Reiner—each known for monstrous strength, froze in the air with wide eyes. + +And finally, Drevon—the Young Monarch himself—his body cloaked in authority and pride, looked around with a frown deeper than any he had worn before. + +They were all shocked. + +Because for the first time, they had all entered a Domain. + +This was not illusion. Not a trick. + +This was a true domain—a world entirely forged from Infernal Energy, born from rage, vengeance, and madness. In this world, Max’s will was law. Here, his energy reigned supreme. + +The domain fed on hatred, amplified violence, and punished the weak. The deeper you breathed, the more the crimson air clawed at your mind, whispering to give in, to lose control, to kill. + +"This..." Elarion began, but the words caught in his throat. The moment his senses registered what had just happened, they refused to believe it. His lungs felt like they were breathing fire. The air itself was hostile—thick, oppressive, and steeped in malevolence. His knees didn’t buckle, but his soul shuddered. + +"A Domain..." Aurelia’s voice trembled. Her usually composed face was pale, her emerald eyes wide with disbelief. "A True Domain," she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper as she looked around the twisted, blood-colored world they had all been thrown into. + +It wasn’t just a change of atmosphere—it was like they had been ripped from their world and thrown into someone else’s nightmare. This wasn’t a spell. This wasn’t a technique. + +This was another reality. + +"How is this possible?!" Kate cried out, her voice echoing across the infernal wasteland as she turned in place, looking desperately for anything familiar—anything that didn’t reek of death and corruption. "A Domain? That’s something only the legends speak of. Not a single person in the Lower Domain has ever managed to comprehend one in over a thousand years! And now we’re... we’re inside one!" + +The ground beneath their feet cracked and oozed thick rivers of red energy, whispering in guttural voices no one could understand. The crimson sky was alive with slow-moving infernal clouds that seemed to groan as they drifted, casting distorted shadows over the battlefield. The pressure crushed down on their minds, as though their every thought was being watched... judged. + +King Magnar narrowed his eyes, taking in the flickering energy threads that stitched this world together—every one of them laced with infernal power. His eyes turned toward Max, who floated above it all like the sovereign of this grotesque domain. "I think I understand now," he said grimly. "This isn’t just a domain. It’s a specialized one. One born from the Infernal Demon Tattoo." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-475.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-475.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2221143 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-475.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 475: Absolute Carnage" +slug: "ch-475" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 475 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1103 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Everyone realized hearing him understanding dawned upon them. It was no secret that only Max possessed the twelfth layer Infernal Demon Tattooe so him being able to comprehend a domain didn’t seem that much suprising after knowing the legend of the Infernal Demon Tattooe. + +But they were all shocked. They were bound to get shocked. A Domain was a myth, a legend in the Lower Domain so being inside of a domain made their heart trembled no matter how strong they could be. + +And all around them, across the scorched field of bones, as undead, demons, elves, and humans alike stood paralyzed by pressure and fear—Max stood alone in the sky, cloaked in living darkness, his infernal wing unfurled, his eyes glowing red like hellfire itself. + +"Now," he whispered, and his voice carried across the entire domain like thunder wrapped in silence. + +"Let the slaughter begin." + +And then... they began to emerge. + +From the blood-colored sky, from the cracked and rotting ground, from rivers of molten crimson and shadows too thick to belong to anything living—infernal beings were born. + +One after another, they clawed their way out of the red mist, some tearing through invisible veils of energy, others crawling from beneath the blackened earth like cursed children of the world itself. + +Their numbers surged in an instant—hundreds of thousands, a tide of writhing, hissing, screeching horrors of all shapes and sizes, forged entirely from pure infernal energy. + +They were twisted mockeries of life—grotesque, skinless hounds with gaping maws and claws like serrated blades, towering horned beasts with burning eyes and spines lined with black fire, serpent-like creatures made entirely of smoke and bone that slithered through the sky. + +Some flew on tattered wings of dark flesh, some ran like demons unleashed from ancient tombs, others crawled like malformed insects with twitching limbs and cracked skulls. Each one emitted a soundless scream, a howl that shattered the mind, a cry of bloodlust and agony echoing from a place deeper than death. + +And all of them—every last one—turned toward one target. + +The army of the Monarch. + +Before those warriors could even process the horror of the domain, the infernal beasts descended upon them like a divine punishment. + +The first wave of soldiers screamed as clawed limbs tore through their Vital Essence shells like paper. Their cries were cut off mid-breath as flames of pure infernal essence wrapped around their bodies and began peeling away their skin. It was slow. Excruciating. + +The infernal beings didn’t just kill—they corrupted. Defiled. The soldiers thrashed as their muscles unraveled, as their nerves were singed out of their flesh, as their bones cracked and bent under pressure. Their blood evaporated, sucked into the air like a fine mist, feeding the domain itself. + +"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" + +"HELP ME!—IT’S—IT’S EATING M—" + +Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands. + +The sounds of agony spread like wildfire across the battlefield. Soldiers abandoned formation, ran for their lives, only to be caught and torn apart slowly. + +Those who tried to fight found their weapons crumbling on impact, their energy dissipating into useless sparks. The infernal beings could not be reasoned with. Could not be wounded. They moved like shadows wrapped in fire and hate, and the more blood that was spilled, the more vicious they became. + +Within minutes, entire squadrons of the Monarch’s army were reduced to piles of writhing, twitching bones. And even those bones didn’t remain. The infernal beings crushed them beneath their claws, devoured them, or scattered them like dust into the red winds. Flesh was a memory. Armor, faith, discipline—it meant nothing here. + +This was Max’s domain. + +And in his world, only he decided who lived or died. + +By the time the last screams died away, the battlefield where once stood the proud, arrogant army of the Monarch was now a wasteland of bones and ash. Not a single soldier remained. No corpses, no blood, not even the stench of decay. Only dust and silence and a field now home to the infernal tide that had consumed them all. + +And above it all, Max remained suspended in the red sky, his face emotionless, his presence absolute. + +The army of the Monarch... was no more. + +’It’s good for killing an army like this...’ Max thought, his eyes scanning the devastation below him—the battlefield now silent, empty, blanketed in bone dust and lingering infernal mist. + +The Domain of Absolute Carnage had done its job. The army of the Monarch, which had once numbered in tens of thousands, was gone. Not defeated. Not scattered. Erased. + +But as his gaze lifted and locked onto Drevon, who stood motionless in the red sky like a monarch untouched by the storm, Max understood the limits of what he had just achieved. + +The Infernal Demon Domain—as overwhelming and absolute as it was—had no real hold over someone like him. Drevon’s presence alone had resisted the Domain’s corrosive atmosphere, and not a single infernal being had even looked in his direction. + +Max had tried. He had willed those wrathful spirits toward the Young Monarch, tried to send even a fraction of his slaughter-bent horde against him. But they didn’t obey. They couldn’t. It wasn’t that Drevon had countered him—it was that the sheer disparity in their strength rendered such an attempt meaningless. + +And so, to prevent Drevon from interfering while the massacre unfolded, Max had poured everything into a single gambit: he restrained him. Just for a few seconds. + +The full might of his domain twisted and constricted space around Drevon’s position, slowing time just enough to stop him from moving freely. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t even truly control. + +But it was enough. Long enough for Max to burn through every last one of the Monarch’s soldiers without the Young Monarch lifting a hand. + +He had wanted to taunt him of this. To throw a few words Drevon’s way. Mock him. Let him feel the loss. + +But before he could speak, something shifted. + +The crimson sky above began to dissolve, like burning parchment curling inward. The blood rivers dried and the blackened, cracked land below faded into haze. One by one, the infernal beings crumbled into smoke. The oppressive pressure in the air vanished like it had never existed. And in the blink of an eye— + +—the world snapped back. + +Max found himself floating once more in the real world, surrounded by the broken skies and silence of the battlefield. The Domain was gone. His Infernal Demon Transformation had faded. His wing, his glowing tattoo, the aura of the demon inside—all of it had receded back into dormancy. + +And yet, the proof of what he had done remained. + +The Monarch’s army... was gone. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-476.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-476.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b570ee0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-476.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 476: A Single Move" +slug: "ch-476" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 476 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1259 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +’So, I can pull off one domain per transformation...’ Max thought to himself, his chest rising and falling with a measured calm as the last of the infernal energy settled into silence. + +His eyes slowly shifted, locking onto the figure of Drevon, still hovering amidst the broken air, the glow around him faintly pulsing with restrained fury. + +The Young Monarch was brooding now, his composure no longer unshaken—his aura coiled tighter than before, still regal, still overwhelming, but undeniably tainted with the sting of humiliation. + +Max smiled, that sharp, confident grin playing across his face as he floated closer. "What do you think?" he asked, voice casual, even friendly, like two old acquaintances catching up. "Did you like it?" + +He didn’t wait for a response. + +"I killed your son in front of his mother," Max continued, his tone low, venom laced beneath each word. "I slaughtered your entire army right before your eyes, while you stood there—confused, trying to understand my domain, restrained, unable to do a damn thing." His words hit like knives, deliberate and unforgiving. + +And then he chuckled—quietly, cruelly. "Tell me... did you ever imagine this would happen? When you arrogantly marched your grand army to the Lost Continent, did you ever think you’d leave with nothing but failure to your name? You thought everything would be fine, right? Just because you’re the Young Monarch. Just because people bow when you speak. Just because you carry that title like it’s the law of nature." + +Max’s smile grew colder as he pointed downward, at the ground far below where William, the prized hidden student of Drevon, now knelt in despair—his face pale, his body trembling, his arrogance shattered beyond repair. + +"Now," Max said, voice sharpened with deadly calm, "tell me, Drevon... will you take a sword from me? Or will you stand there and watch as I kill your precious student, too?" + +The sky was silent. + +The battlefield had become a graveyard. + +And Max—smiling in the ashes—was asking for blood. + +However, Drevon didn’t respond with words, taunts, or anger. He simply raised his hand, eyes cold and filled with the fury of a monarch who no longer entertained games. His lips parted, and a single word escaped—sharp, final, and absolute. + +"Die." + +In that instant, a string of condensed flames erupted from his palm—no grand display, no roar of power, just a whisper of motion so subtle it was almost imperceptible. + +But what followed was anything but. The strand of flame wasn’t fire as the world understood it—it was something beyond that. Compressed to its very limit, it shimmered with terrifying intensity, like the filament of a star wrapped in divine wrath. It didn’t burn the air—it unmade it. + +Swish! + +The sound barely reached anyone’s ears. + +The flame shot forward at a speed no eye could follow—not even Max’s. Before he could think, blink, move, or defend, the strand reached him. One moment, Max stood tall, proud, smirking with confidence—the next, his body froze. Then, with a sound like silk being torn, a thin line of red traced down his form from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. + +And then... he split. + +Right down the center—clean, brutal, instantaneous. + +His body fell apart in two symmetrical halves, suspended for a moment in the air before gravity remembered its role and dragged them downward. There was no scream. No struggle. Just silence. The only trace left behind was a faint shimmer in the air where Drevon’s attack had passed—a straight, invisible line of destruction that had cleaved through everything in its path. + +The battlefield, once thick with tension, fell deathly still. + +The Monarch had finally struck back. + +"My... my shadow replacement skill didn’t work for some reason..." Marcel muttered, his voice barely audible, laced with disbelief and creeping horror. + +His eyes were locked on the two halves of Max’s body falling through the air, lifeless, severed cleanly from head to toe. He had marked Max with his shadow just in case—ready to swap his position at the first sign of danger, but it hadn’t worked. Something had disrupted it. Something beyond him. + +"No..." Kate breathed, her lips trembling. Her hands balled into fists as her knees nearly buckled. She had watched it happen with her own eyes, but still couldn’t comprehend it. One moment, Max stood there defiant, unshakable—challenging a Monarch. And the next... he was just gone. + +"Max..." Ralph muttered lightly. + +Aurelia’s eyes were somewhere else as if Max’s death didn’t affect her at all. + +"How could this be?!" Princess Lenavira who had been silently watching all of this covered her mouth in absolute terror. She couldn’t believe what she saw.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +"Damn it!!" King Magnar roared, his voice thundering through the stunned silence. His aura erupted violently as rage flared in his eyes. He slammed his fist into the air, causing shockwaves to ripple across the sky. He had seen countless deaths—countless tragedies—but this... this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not to Max. Not like this. + +Max was a genius who could stand toe-to-toe with Drevon, if given enough time, he could surpassed him eventually but he was killed right before their eyes. + +The entire battlefield fell into a stunned silence. Not just the elves. Not just the humans of the Lost Continent. Even the demons stood frozen, unable to move, unsure whether what they had seen was real or some illusion. + +They were prepared for an attack, yes. They expected Drevon to retaliate. But no one—not a single soul—had anticipated that it would come with such absolute finality. That it would come and be over in less than a second. + +And now, in the quiet that followed, two halves of Max’s body lay falling through the thick air of the battlefield. Blood mist curled in slow spirals. His eyes, once burning with defiance and fury, were now glassy and dull. + +The hero, the defiant genius, the boy who had made Monarch bleed— + +Had been cut down in an instant. + +But just at that moment, before Max’s severed body could even touch the ground, a pressure descended upon the battlefield—a pressure so sharp, so vast, it felt as though the very fabric of reality had been pierced. + +It came without warning, without sound, and yet it was felt by everyone. The air froze mid-breath. The skies dimmed without cloud. It wasn’t heat or chill, not weight or wind—but a presence so ancient, so primordial, that it bypassed flesh and bone altogether and sank straight into the soul. + +Every heart skipped a beat. + +Even the strongest—Drevon, Magnar, Elarion, Aurelia, Kate, Marcel, the Commendments, the demons, the elven elders, the commanders of both continents—all of them felt it. Like a blade pressed against their necks from a hand they couldn’t see. Knees buckled. Breath caught. + +Some instinctively summoned their energy shields, only to feel them shatter the moment they rose. Others tried to speak, but their voices caught in their throats like choking ash. + +Marcel’s face drained of all color. "This... this isn’t normal pressure," he whispered. "This is..." + +"Concept of Sword," Elarion muttered beside him, unable to tear his eyes away from the sky that was beginning to crack—hairline fractures forming in the very heavens, glowing with silver and black light. + +Even Drevon, who had stood tall and unchallenged until now, narrowed his eyes sharply and clenched his jaw, his brows furrowing for the first time in genuine unease. "No..." he muttered under his breath, turning his gaze not to Max’s body, but above—to the source of that terrifying pressure. + +Because something was coming for him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-477.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-477.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4cf1c23 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-477.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 477: Concept of Sword!" +slug: "ch-477" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 477 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1001 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Just as every eye was drawn toward the oppressive pressure crashing down from above, something even more shocking happened—Max’s severed body, which had fallen toward the earth in two lifeless halves, suddenly flared with brilliant purple lightning. + +The crackling energy wrapped around his torn form in an instant, warping and distorting it before the entire body shimmered like a mirage—and then vanished. Gone. As though it had never existed at all. + +But no one needed to ask what had happened. They could all feel it—like a pulse of divine will echoing through the sky. + +Far, far above them, high in the heavens where clouds had split apart under invisible force, stood Max—whole, alive, and cloaked in an aura that felt nothing like before. + +He floated still and silent, his hair and tattered cloak fluttering in the airless altitude, his figure backlit by swirling currents of purple lightning. In his hand, raised straight toward the sky, was his sword—simple, yet impossibly sharp—and around him, the very Concept of Sword raged like a storm. + +"It’s Max! He’s alive!" Princess Lenavira cried out in disbelief, her voice trembling between shock and joy. + +The battlefield erupted into a mix of gasps and awe. King Magnar, Kate, Marcel, and Elarion all stared upward in stunned silence before sighs of relief escaped them. But even as breath returned to their lungs, their wide eyes showed how deeply shaken they were. + +Only Aurelia, Ralph, and Klaus seemed calm—calmer than the rest—but it wasn’t because they weren’t surprised. No, even they had disbelief etched into their faces. They had suspected Max would survive—but not like this. Not while releasing a pressure that could bring nations to their knees. + +Because what Max was unleashing now... was no ordinary Concept. + +King Magnar’s gaze stayed fixed on the sky. "That’s... the Concept of Sword," he muttered, voice low but heavy.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +"Already?" Kate said, eyes narrowing. "He was in the tower for like what? Three months?" + +"Less," Marcel replied, still watching Max’s distant figure. "I have kept an eye on him the entire time he was in the tower. What a monster!" He had never seen anyone like Max ever in his life. + +Elarion let out a quiet breath. "No one’s supposed to grasp a Concept that fast." + +Aurelia folded her arms, her tone more grounded. "It’s not just fast. The way it’s radiating... he didn’t just touch it—he mastered it. His mastery of Concept maybe on the same level as us." + +Ralph gave a short nod. "That’s not entry-level comprehension. That’s controlled pressure. Refined. Lethal." + +"And he’s aiming it straight at Drevon," Klaus added, his voice steady but tense. + +"Does he think a Concept alone could do something to Drevon?" King Magnar sighed but then he shook his head. "I sense his concept is very strong but he is against Drevon." + +The Concept of Sword rolled from Max in crushing waves. Each pulse was like a whisper in the wind—but a whisper sharp enough to split stone. The air twisted as invisible blades cut through it. The sky trembled as the sheer intent to sever rippled outward. Even the domain of reality itself seemed to be trembling beneath that intent. + +It wasn’t just powerful. + +It was refined. Deadly. Absolute. + +And above all, it was targeted. + +Every leader turned slowly, following the direction of Max’s raised blade—and all eyes fell on Drevon. + +For the first time since arriving on the battlefield, the Young Monarch didn’t move. His face, usually calm and prideful, was dark and unreadable. His eyes narrowed, not in curiosity, but in cold, calculating discontent. Because while everyone else was still absorbing what had happened... + +Drevon could feel it. + +The Concept of Sword—its edge, its hunger, its wrath—was locked onto him. Not the army. Not the battlefield. + +Him. + +"Mastering a Concept this easily..." Drevon finally spoke, his voice cold and sharp, yet tinged with cruel amusement. His eyes narrowed as a twisted grin stretched across his face. "You really are her brother." + +His tone darkened, mocking, as if peeling back a secret none dared to mention. "Fine then. Bring it on. I’ll show you the difference between the strongest man in the Lower Domain... and the strongest genius." His words rang clear across the air, heavy with confidence that only a man who had never tasted defeat could wield. + +High above, Max stood unmoving, suspended in silence, his cloak torn and flapping in the sharp winds still lingering from the aftermath of his domain. His eyes were locked on Drevon, glowing not just with power, but with something deeper—resolve. + +The moment he heard Drevon’s words, the corner of his lips lifted into a knowing smile, one not of arrogance, but of understanding. "Just as I thought..." he muttered to himself. That tone, that pride, that delusion of control... he needed to hear it. To confirm it. + +And in the next instant, Max’s body flared with raw energy as he poured everything—every last drop of mana, essence, and will—into the sword raised high above him. + +"Take it all!" he roared. + +And the skies cracked. + +The pressure that burst forth was nothing short of apocalyptic. The sheer weight of the Concept of Sword, now fully unleashed and supercharged with all of Max’s power, came crashing down like a divine hammer upon the battlefield. The wind screeched. The clouds spun apart. Space itself warped, folding slightly around the blade. + +The leaders of both continents—Magnar, Kate, Elarion, Marcel, Aurelia—all staggered under the force of it. Even they, seasoned warriors at the peak of the Lower Domain, were caught off guard by the sheer gravity of the attack. + +Below them, weaker Expert Rank warriors dropped from the sky like falling leaves, some crashing to the ground on their knees, their bodies trembling violently as blood trickled from their lips. They couldn’t withstand it. They weren’t meant to. This wasn’t a technique. It was a sword meant to cut everything. + +"Concept of Severing Sword!" Max’s voice roared through the skies like thunder splitting the heavens in two. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-478.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-478.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f871b48 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-478.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 478: Horizon Split" +slug: "ch-478" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 478 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1008 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Until now, the pressure he had been releasing—terrifying and overwhelming as it was—had only been a half-measure. A shell. A controlled fragment of the true Concept that churned inside him. He had held back for a reason. Two, in fact. + +The first was simple—power. He needed time to channel every last drop of mana, to drain his body completely so that when he finally unleashed the true Concept, it would be at its maximum potential, sharp enough to sever not just matter or energy—but intention, fate, and certainty. He needed the strike to carry everything. The full weight of his will. The culmination of his path. + +But the second reason... the second reason was far more dangerous. + +Because if he had revealed the full Concept of Severing Sword too early, Drevon—with his experience and monstrous instinct—might’ve sensed the danger. Might have understood the sheer lethality behind the true form of the Concept. + +And if that had happened, Max knew what would follow. Drevon wouldn’t wait. He wouldn’t hesitate. He might have interrupted the build-up. Might have attacked, crushed, or killed Max outright before he could even finish summoning the blow. + +So Max had gambled. + +He let Drevon believe he had already shown his hand, let him stand there with that arrogant smile, believing he could withstand it. All the while, Max had been bleeding every drop of his essence into his blade, feeding it with raw mana, letting the Concept ferment into something far more potent. And now, with his body nearly drained, the time had come. + +He let it detonate. + +The full weight of the Concept of Severing Sword dropped like an invisible guillotine across the entire battlefield. + +It was instantaneous. + +One breath they stood—warriors, leaders, commanders, experts—and in the next, every single soul felt it: the cold edge of a blade pressed lightly but unmistakably against their throats. + +Not physically. Not something they could see. But deep in their instincts, in the most primal part of their being, they knew—if they so much as twitched, they would be severed. + +A suffocating silence swept across the skies. Thousands hovered frozen mid-air, motionless, eyes wide and pupils shaking. + +Even the strongest—the battle-hardened Expert Rank leaders, the proud demons, the ancient elven generals, the seasoned human warriors—stood utterly still, as if time itself had halted. + +No one blinked. No one breathed too deeply. It felt like death was a moment away, not from a visible strike, but from an intent so sharp, so absolute, that it didn’t need to land to kill. + +Sweat drenched every back. + +Not a single individual on that battlefield dared to move. Because in that moment, it felt as if Max—floating high in the heavens with his sword raised—was no longer just a person. He had become the sword itself. And the sword had chosen to draw a line through life and death. + +The very world held its breath. + +And not a soul, not even Drevon, could pretend this was anything less than what it was— + +A killing blow poised to fall on everything. + +And then, just as the crushing weight of the true Concept of Severing Sword blanketed the battlefield, so sharp and absolute that it made even the strongest feel one wrong breath could split their necks open—Max vanished. + +One moment he was a figure suspended in the sky, consumed in the brilliance of his blade, and in the silent impending doom he appeared right before Drevon. + +The Young Monarch was still reeling from the shockwave of Max’s overwhelming presence, the sheer force of the concept pushing against him, leaving him momentarily disoriented. + +But it was only for a fraction of a second. Max, already in motion, swung his sword downward with a force so focused, so refined, that the air around him tore. The sound of the blade cutting through the air was like the scream of a shattered world. + +"Concept of Severing Sword - Horizon Split!" Max’s voice rang out with a finality that echoed through the battlefield, his sword descending in a perfect arc, gleaming with destructive intent. + +Drevon’s eyes snapped wide with the realization of what was happening. He had barely recovered from the initial shockwave of Max’s presence when the true attack came crashing down. This was different—this was the full power of the Concept of Severing Sword, the embodiment of destruction, a force that could cut through everything. + +"Damn!" Drevon’s teeth gritted as he barely had enough time to react. His body moved on instinct, pulling his sword from its sheath in a single, fluid motion, the blade shimmering with the gathered energy of a monarch. + +He raised it just in time to block the incoming strike, but the sheer force of Max’s attack sent shockwaves through his entire body. + +The moment Max’s sword collided with Drevon’s, the heavens screamed. + +There was no drawn-out struggle, no back-and-forth exchange of techniques—just one swing. One perfect, devastating swing fueled by every ounce of Max’s mana and will, guided by the sharp, absolute truth of the Concept of Severing Sword. + +The instant the two blades clashed, a deafening crack split the sky—not the sound of metal meeting metal, but the sound of something being broken beyond repair. + +And then, in that one, heart-stopping instant, Drevon’s sword shattered. + +Cleanly. Effortlessly. + +The thick, reinforced monarchic blade—revered and feared across the Lower Domain—was severed in half, right down the middle.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +One half spun off into the sky like a discarded scrap of iron, the other remained clutched in Drevon’s stunned grip, glowing with flickers of ruptured energy before crumbling into sparks. + +But Max’s blade didn’t stop there. + +It continued downward, riding the full momentum of his strike, the edge flashing with unstoppable killing intent. The sheer pressure of the Concept surged forward like a wave, and in the very next moment, Drevon was blasted out of the sky—a monarch turned into a falling star. + +He was launched like a meteor, his body a blur of red light streaking through the atmosphere. The air ignited around him from the speed and pressure. And then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-479.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-479.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..202bfd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-479.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 479: Another" +slug: "ch-479" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 479 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +BOOM! + +He crashed into the earth below with the force of a divine catastrophe. + +The explosion that followed was colossal. The ground erupted in a pillar of flame and dust, tearing open a massive crater that swallowed entire trees, shattered hillsides, and sent chunks of earth flying in every direction. + +A shockwave burst outward from the impact zone, ripping across the continent. It uprooted ancient forests, sent entire armies stumbling back, and cracked the very crust of the land. The sky trembled. The wind howled. Everything shook. + +And in that moment, no one questioned it anymore. + +This was not just a genius attacking. + +This was the true power of the Concept of Severing Sword—a force meant to break all defenses, ignore all resistance, and bring even the mightiest to their knees in a single, clean strike. + +Max, breathing hard, lowered his sword in the air, his body trembling from exhaustion—but his eyes burned with clarity. + +He could feel it—the weight in his limbs, the slight shake in his fingertips, the hollow ache in his chest. That last attack... it had taken everything. Every drop of mana he had, every bit of life force his body could channel, was poured into that one strike. He was barely holding himself in the air now, wings faltering, his body drifting like a leaf caught in the wind. Completely drained. Flying felt like a luxury he could barely afford. + +"That attack... was by far my strongest," Max muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the massive crater below, where dust still swirled around the place Drevon had crashed. His blade hung heavy in his hand, his breathing ragged. But he didn’t smile. He didn’t let his guard down. He knew better. + +That attack was powerful—possibly the strongest ever unleashed by a Seeker-level genius—but his opponent wasn’t just anyone. He wasn’t a genius. He was a monarch. The strongest man in the Lower Domain. If an attack like that was enough to end him, then Drevon wouldn’t be feared by entire continents. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, and he reached into his robes, pulling out the Essence Stone—a stone so filled with life energy, it glowed with a fierce golden light, like a miniature sun. The moment it hit the open air, Max’s entire figure was bathed in golden brilliance, his body absorbing its radiance as though drinking it in through his skin. + +He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t hold back. + +He absorbed all of it, channeling the potent life force directly into his core, feeling the surge of vitality and energy rush through every vein, every cell, like wildfire. + +And just like that—his drained mana, restored. His body, weakened from exhaustion, became steady again. And not just steady—overflowing. It surged beyond his normal limits, rushing to his limbs like a flood breaking past a dam. + +’As I expected... even all that energy from the Essence Stone isn’t enough to push me into Seeker Rank,’ Max thought, a small smirk touching his lips as he took in a deep breath, feeling the renewed pulse of power humming beneath his skin. + +But he wasn’t done. Not even close. + +With the chaos of energy around him still humming, Max narrowed his focus to just one finger—his index finger. Everything else fell away. His thoughts. The battlefield. The rising tension. It was all drowned out by a single, silent concentration. + +Because now, it was time for the next move. And Max didn’t intend to let Drevon rise without making him bleed again. + +He stretched his finger toward the empty void, calm and silent amidst the storm, and then—without hesitation—invoked the Concept of Space. + +"First Level Concept of Space — Dimensional Severance," Max whispered. + +And the world responded. + +A faint shimmer appeared where his finger pointed, subtle at first, like the glint of sunlight on glass. But then, with an eerie stillness, the shimmer split open. A small tear in space emerged—just the size of his hand—dark, jagged, unnatural. It looked like the sky itself had been sliced with an invisible blade. But what followed next sent another shockwave of terror across the battlefield. + +Max, without blinking, poured all the mana he had just restored from the Essence Stone into the tear. The small wound in the fabric of reality stretched, slowly and ominously, expanding inch by inch until it reached four times its original size. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t explosive. But it didn’t need to be. + +The moment the tear elongated, everyone froze again. + +That same dread—the same soul-piercing terror they had just felt moments ago when Max invoked the full Concept of Severing Sword—returned. + +But this time, it wasn’t the threat of being sliced by a sword... it was the threat of being erased by space itself. The invisible, ungraspable terror of being nowhere and everywhere all at once. It wasn’t just death they felt—it was nonexistence. + +Many Expert Rank warriors staggered back midair, clenching their heads, their instincts screaming at them to flee. + +Even the leaders—Magnar, Marcel, Elarion, and Aurelia—felt their expressions tighten. The pressure of another concept, and not just any concept. This was Space—the most elusive, the most unstable, the most unforgiving of all elements to grasp. + +But no one looked more shaken than Kate. + +She stood stiff in the air, her eyes wide in stunned disbelief as her gaze locked on the growing dimensional tear. Her voice came in a whisper, nearly drowned in the roaring silence. "No... that’s not possible..." + +"He has truly done it." King Magnar grinned. "His level of genius I believe should be rare even in the Middle Domain."𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +"I can say for sure he would sore high if he ever enter the Middle Domain." Ralph laughed. He was truly happy for Max. + +"Good." Klaus only smiled seeing Max had grown so fast in the blink of an eye. + +However, the most shocked of them all was Kate. + +Unlike the others, she understood—truly understood—what it meant to wield the Concept of Space. She had spent years comprehending it. Years of study, meditation, failure, and frustration. + +She was the only one in the Lower Domain who had ever mastered it. It was the domain of geniuses who reached beyond the tangible, the realm of those who walked between planes. + +And yet here, Max, in just a few months, had not only grasped one concept, but now stood wielding another—and not just any, but hers. Space. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-48.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-48.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0bd243b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-48.md @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 48: General Zane Foster" +slug: "ch-48" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 48 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After another week of rigorous training in the Dimension of Time, Max was ready to depart toward the general quarters of Crestford City. + +’It’s cool to see all the new names for the skills,’ Max mused as he checked his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 6 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 7 + +– Soul: 7.2 + +– Energy: 11 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Bullets (Lvl-1), Intermediate Sword Arts (Lvl-1), Super Dash (Lvl-1), Barrage Strike (Lvl-1), Flame Creation (Lvl-100), Molten Coating (Lvl-1), Omni Guard (Lvl-1), Wind Float (Lvl-1)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +--- + +’Sadly, I couldn’t improve the level of the Flame Creation skill,’ Max sighed, seeing the only skill with an unchanged name. + +As for why he couldn’t level up the skill beyond level 100, he believed it had something to do with the "incomplete" tag the skill displayed on its status. + +’I need to study the diary and the books I obtained with the skill to understand the Flame Creation skill,’ Max mused, recalling that he had obtained many things when he acquired the Flame Creation skill. + +After checking his status, Max lay down on his bed, waiting for the night to pass. Tomorrow, he would leave for the General Quarters to meet General Zane Foster of Crestford City. + +There were many cities under one district, and it was impossible to look after each one. Hence, a general had been stationed in each city under a district for the betterment of both the cities and the district. + +’Let’s sleep early today,’ Max thought, closing his eyes and falling asleep. + +--- + +The next day, Max took a train to the General Quarters and arrived at the time he was given. + +"There are a lot of people gathered here," Max noticed as he departed the train. + +The distance from the station to the General Quarters wasn’t far. One could see the mega infrastructures in the distance, all belonging to the General Quarters. + +Currently, hundreds of people were gathered around the General Quarters. Most appeared to be young men, but there was no shortage of people of various ages. + +"Zixi said she would come to pick me up," Max muttered, wondering if he should go ahead on his own or wait for Zixi to show up. However, he doubted she would be able to find him in such a big crowd. + +"I guess I’ll wait for her at the entrance," he decided, beginning to walk through the dense crowd. + +It didn’t take long before he arrived at the entrance leading to the General Quarters. It was packed with people, but the entrance was large enough to make the crowd seem small. + +Max entered the portal and intended to wait for Zixi but then spotted a strikingly familiar figure. + +"What is he doing here?" Max wondered and called out, "Hey, William!" + +William immediately turned to him upon hearing his call and waved. "Max, you came." He laughed and walked over to him. + +"So, what are you doing here?" Max asked once William came near him. + +William smiled slightly. "Zixi said she would be busy, so she called me to escort you to General Zane Foster." + +"I see," Max nodded in understanding, but then a smirk appeared on his face. "That means you’re my escort, right?" + +William understood what Max meant and gritted his teeth. "Only for the time being." He then looked ahead. "Let’s go." He began leading the way to General Zane Foster. + +Max followed silently. He had only asked for a recommendation spot and expected to take a test to earn it. However, Zixi’s father had said that since Max was Zixi’s friend, he would let him directly have a go with the five chosen members to test his strength. + +Max agreed and he couldn’t be any more happier about that. + +Not long after, they arrived at a rectangular-shaped building. ’Combat Hall’ was written in bold red letters at the top. + +As Max entered, he immediately felt many people’s attention on him, but was ignored soon after. Everyone’s attention was on the three young men and two ladies at the center of the arena. + +Max glanced them and mused. ’So they are my opponents. All of them are at level 10.’ + +"Look, the top five have been chosen, and now it’s time for the top three. Only three of them will have a chance to participate in the recruitment test for the Phoenix Order." + +"Who do you think is the strongest among them? Tim Drake? Eren Volfire?" + +"It’s hard to say since they haven’t battled against each other yet, but it’s said that Eren Volfire is the strongest genius of our Crestford City."𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +"I’ve heard that too. They say he has the strongest attack and the strongest defense. But I think Tim Drake is also very strong. Since he has an assassin-type class, he might have an advantage against Eren Volfire." + +"You guys are seriously underestimating Anna Hails. She’s a summoner, and until now, she hasn’t shown her true strength." + +"There’s also Thomas Wells, the gunner, and Lyra Duskshade. If we ignore Thomas Wells since he’s a long-range hunter, then Lyra can also give Eren Volfire a hard time. Her powers are related to the Moon, which is very special." + +The crowd erupted as the top five were chosen. They were excited to see which three of the five would advance to the recruitment test for the Phoenix Order guild and even more eager to find out who among them was the strongest. + +Max, standing on the side, heard them and thought, ’They are strong, but one of them will be unlucky here.’ He observed them while silently making his way toward Zixi. + +"How confident are you?" Zixi asked as soon as Max reached her. + +Max stared at her and shrugged. "I don’t know. You’ll find out soon enough." + +"You don’t know?" Zixi said softly, her expression showing anger. + +"I mean, I can win against all of them," Max coughed and rephrased his answer after seeing her expression change. ’I don’t want another lecture from her,’ he thought quietly. + +"Don’t worry, Zixi. You know Max—he’d never do anything he isn’t confident about," William said on Max’s behalf. + +"See? He even has more confidence in me than you do," Max said, his expression shifting as if surprised that William trusted him over Zixi. + +Zixi ignored William and stared at Max. "You’d better show some strength." + +Max nodded confidently. "It’ll be a walk in the park." + +Zixi nodded and walked toward the middle-aged man who stood some distance away from her. He had a well-built body with short brown hair and a beard. He wore a professional black suit with a tie and appeared very solemn as he observed everything happening in the hall. + +Max followed behind Zixi and stood beside her. + +General Zane Foster turned to his daughter, then to Max. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes as he saw Max’s strength at level 6. + +"You are Max Morgan?" he asked, his voice full of authority. + +Max nodded. + +"I will give you a chance since I made a promise to Zixi, but don’t expect anything more than that," General Foster said, his tone expressing disappointment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-480.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-480.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aeb9d5f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-480.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 480: Killed" +slug: "ch-480" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 480 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1271 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"He’s... already comprehended the Concept of Space..." she muttered, disbelief coating every word. "That’s... that’s not supposed to be something you do in months. That’s not something anyone can just learn." + +She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t envious. She was speechless. + +And the worst part? + +From the look in Max’s eyes, from the stillness of his hand, and the expanding black void in the sky... + +He wasn’t even done yet. + +And just as Kate had feared, the tear in space began to stretch even further, growing long and jagged like a twisted black serpent slithering across the clear blue sky. It moved without sound but pulsed with such unnatural force that the very air distorted around it. The battlefield below was deathly silent, all eyes fixed on the monstrous rift that seemed to defy logic, balance, and even existence itself. + +Then—a shift in the dust. + +From the shattered crater in the earth, Drevon rose again. + +He was no longer the composed, untouchable Young Monarch they all knew. His body floated upward, bloodied, his regal robes torn and scorched, streaks of crimson painting his limbs. Deep cuts marked his arms, and despite his still-burning aura, it was clear: he had been injured, badly. + +Even with his Vital Essence shielding him, the force of Max’s last attack had broken through. His expression was grim, no longer arrogant—wary now. Focused. Eyes locked on Max like a beast backed into a corner. + +"You’re alive. Good," Max muttered with a cold grin, his eyes burning with golden light and spatial energy. "I’ve prepared another one just for you."𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +Without giving Drevon even a second to speak, Max vanished—blinking instantly in front of him with a snap of space. Before Drevon could fully react, Max threw the elongated tear in space at him like a spear of nothingness. + +Whoosh! + +The moment the tear flew toward him, Drevon’s instincts screamed. He snarled and immediately summoned his Concept of Flames, roaring a wordless command into the air. + +In an instant, a shield of pure flame erupted around him—blazing red and gold, thick and condensed like a molten wall, the flames crackling with power as they circled him in a vortex of defense. The entire sky lit up with the ferocity of his flame, the air itself igniting with heat as the monarch’s power surged to its peak. + +But it wasn’t enough. + +Because the tear in space—Max’s Dimensional Severance—was not bound by the laws of elements. + +The tear didn’t explode, it didn’t clash with sound or force—it simply moved, and as it made contact with Drevon’s flaming shield, it began to eat. + +The shield sizzled, roared, and fought back, the flames lashing out in all directions like a wild beast. For a moment, the sky was filled with fire and distortion, a fierce confrontation between raw elemental power and the cold, unnatural severing of space itself. + +But the Concept of Space was superior. + +Slowly, inevitably, the tear pushed through, devouring the flames not with violence, but with cold precision. The fire cracked, flickered, and then—extinguished, as though it had never existed. + +Drevon’s eyes widened. "No—!" + +But it was too late. + +The tear reached him. + +It didn’t just consume him—it unmade him. The spatial energy wrapped around his body, pulling him inward with silent force, his limbs stretching and tearing apart, not by explosion or blade—but by severance itself. His body twisted, his energy shattered, and his scream never even made it out. + +Within seconds, Drevon’s form was completely pulled into the tear, and with a final shimmer—he was gone. + +Not dead. Not unconscious. + +Erased. + +There was no body. + +No blood. + +Just nothing. + +Where the strongest man in the Lower Domain once stood, there was now only quiet. Only sky. Only the aftermath of absolute erasure. + +For a long, breathless moment, the world stood still. + +Not a sound moved across the battlefield. No clashing weapons. No roaring flames. No trembling cries. Just silence. As if even the sky itself was stunned into stillness. All eyes—elves, demons, humans—leaders, soldiers, even the wounded—were locked on the space where Drevon had once stood... and was now gone. + +Gone—not fallen, not defeated, not even slain in the traditional sense—but wiped out, his entire being consumed into the rift of space as if he had never existed at all. + +It was Kate who spoke first, barely above a whisper, her voice hollow with disbelief. + +"...He erased Drevon." + +Her words cut through the silence like a pin in a balloon, and suddenly, reactions burst all around. + +King Magnar’s expression was unreadable, eyes flickering between awe and a deep, cold understanding. "The Young Monarch... defeated. Just like that." He swallowed hard. "And not by an army... but by one boy." + +Marcel stared at Max as though seeing him for the first time, the usual lightness in his voice completely gone. "That was insane!" + +Aurelia took a slow breath, murmuring, "He really do create wonders..." Her expression unreadable. + +Even the demons, who had once sided with Drevon and surrounded the elves and humans like wolves, floated back with pale faces, some trembling. One of the Demon Lords muttered, "He killed Drevon... This human kid... We need to kill him for sure." + +All across the battlefield, heads turned, mouths fell open, some dropped their weapons. It didn’t matter what race they were, what side they had picked—what they had just witnessed defied every expectation, every belief, every legend they had grown up hearing. + +Drevon—the untouchable, undefeated, unrivaled Young Monarch of the Valora Continent—had just been annihilated by a sixteen-year-old boy with pink eyes and a sword. + +And that boy... was still standing. + +"Did I... just kill him?" Max muttered under his breath, still floating in the air as a wave of exhaustion hit him like a collapsing mountain. The adrenaline, the pressure of invoking two Concepts, the mana drain, the burning remnants of his domain—all of it finally came crashing down on him at once. + +His body, drained and battered, began to dip from the sky, slowly descending like a falling feather. But before he could fully fall, Princess Lenavira appeared beside him, catching his arm gently and supporting him with her presence and her aura. + +"You killed him!" she said, her voice filled with breathless excitement, as if she herself couldn’t believe what she was saying, but still overjoyed. Her eyes sparkled, wide with awe as she looked at him—this boy, this anomaly, who had just done what no one else in the Lower Domain had ever dared dream of: defeat Drevon. + +Max turned his head slightly to her, his breathing heavy, but his lips curled into a faint, tired smile. He let out a long breath, and for the first time in what felt like eternity, he felt peace. + +Everything—his relentless training, his risks, his decision to unleash the Infernal Demon Domain, to wield not one but two Concepts—it had all been worth it. His body ached, but his soul was light. + +"Let’s go. We need to heal you up," Lenavira said gently, her tone softer now as she supported his weight with ease. "My mother’s just nearby. She’s one of the best healers among the elves. You’ll be alright." She guided him slowly through the air, her arm steady beneath his, her presence comforting like a warm wind after a storm. + +But just as they began to move, Max suddenly turned—his eyes snapping wide, breath catching in his throat. Something pulsed in the distance—an energy. Wrong. Familiar. Chilling. + +His blood ran cold. + +He stared back toward the crater... where Drevon had vanished... and yet... + +Max’s voice came out barely above a whisper, but filled with dread. + +"...No way." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-481.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-481.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a22ed5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-481.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 481: Worst Case Scenario" +slug: "ch-481" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 481 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1045 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"...No way." + +Max’s eyes widened in pure disbelief as an ominous surge of spatial fluctuations rippled through the air—originating from the exact spot where Drevon had been erased moments ago. + +The tremors weren’t normal. They weren’t just residual energy or aftershocks from a collapsing attack. No—this was something else. Something deliberate. Controlled. Intentional. + +And before Max could react, before he could even gather his drained mana or utter a warning—it happened. + +A sudden crack split open in the void. Not like a clean tear in space as Max had created earlier—but a jagged, chaotic wound in reality, as if the very world was being torn apart by something it couldn’t contain. + +And from within that spiraling darkness... a hand emerged. Pale, bloodied, trembling with raw power, fingers stretched wide as if clawing its way back into the living world. + +Gasps echoed across the battlefield. + +"What—" someone whispered. + +Then, another hand erupted from the rift, and together, they gripped the edges of the spatial tear, forcing the crack wider, dragging it open like a curtain into a world no one wanted to see. And from within that abyss, a figure stepped out—slow, deliberate, each step pulsing with dread. + +Drevon. + +His body was a mess of ruin—gashes tore through his chest and arms, his robe was shredded, soaked in blood and dust, trails of infernal burns still lingering across his skin. His hair, once flowing and pristine, now hung wild and clumped with sweat and soot. + +And yet... he walked with the same authority, the same spine-straight posture, the same burning eyes as if he had not just crawled out of oblivion—but returned from hell itself unshaken. + +The leaders couldn’t believe it. Not even Max. + +He had poured everything into that attack. Burned every ounce of mana. Summoned his domain, wielded two concepts, risked his life—and it still wasn’t enough. + +Drevon stood tall, bloodied, broken... but alive. + +And then—as if fate wasn’t done mocking them—golden flames began to flicker around Drevon’s battered body. At first they sparked faintly, dancing across his torn robes and bloodied skin like embers on a dying fire. + +But then they surged, roaring to life, wrapping him in a radiant blaze of monarchic fire, divine and commanding. In that moment, the entire battlefield could only watch, frozen, as those flames began to heal him. + +The open gashes stitched shut in seconds. The blood vanished into light. Burn marks, bruises, deep cuts—all erased as though they had never existed. Bone cracked back into place. Flesh regenerated. His armor reformed. His robes restored themselves, the golden embroidery gleaming brighter than ever. + +And as the last scar faded from his cheek, his aura erupted, soaring to its peak in a single, blinding instant—so potent, so suffocating, it felt like the sky itself had lowered onto their shoulders. + +Drevon stood tall once again, as if he hadn’t just been torn apart by a dimensional blade, as if he hadn’t been erased from existence, as if none of it had mattered at all. He looked at Max, calm and composed, and spoke in a voice so quiet yet full of terrifying certainty that it carried to the ends of the battlefield. + +"Now do you see the difference between you and me?" he said lightly, voice almost gentle, as though speaking to a child who had just thrown their best punch and failed. "The difference between the strongest man and the strongest genius?" + +He took a step forward, eyes glowing with faint amusement. "You are strong—incredibly strong. Perhaps the most talented individual I’ve seen in centuries," he admitted with a casual shrug, "but you are still too young. Too raw. You’ve not yet lived long enough to understand that strength alone... is never enough." + +He raised his hand, flexing his fingers as golden flame coiled around his knuckles like silk. His smile deepened—not mocking, just certain. "You simply aren’t strong enough to kill me, Max. Not yet... anyway. Maybe in another three years or so but not now." + +Max’s expression twisted into something ghastly and pale as he heard Drevon’s words. There was no denying it now—he had given everything, and it still wasn’t enough. + +His body trembled slightly as he pushed Princess Lenavira away, sending her gliding gently back toward the other leaders. His eyes never left Drevon, but his thoughts were spinning fast. + +’I can’t use any skills, no aura, no Concepts... My mana’s completely drained. Right now, I’m just a mortal shell.’ Max gritted his teeth, trying to stay upright despite the heavy pressure now radiating off the monarch. Every part of him screamed fatigue, but he knew—he knew—he couldn’t afford to falter now. + +Drevon took a step forward, his voice still eerily calm, still carrying that same infuriating certainty. "Don’t think too hard. I’m not giving you another chance." It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t anger. It was simply a statement of death, uttered like a passing comment. + +He raised his hand once more, flames dancing lazily around his fingers, preparing to deliver the final blow— + +—but he was stopped. + +A wall of presence, of sheer will and strength, rose in front of Max as eight figures stepped into his path. + +King Magnar. Aurelia. Kate. Ralph. Klaus. Garrison. Elarion. Marcel. + +The most powerful leaders of the Lower Domain stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking Drevon’s advance with grim determination written on their faces. Not one of them said a word, but their meaning was clear. You’ll go through us first. + +But just as the pressure began to stabilize, something shifted—no, broke. + +From behind, the army of the Sun Faction, led by Nova, suddenly moved. One by one, the soldiers began to fly forward—not toward Drevon... but around the leaders, surrounding them. + +It happened so fast and in such coordinated silence that no one could believe it until it was already done. In moments, a complete circle had been formed around Max and the core leaders. + +"What...?" Garrison growled, turning to see the betrayal. + +And then it got worse. + +The four Demon Lords—Envi, Angad, Zeal, and Kome—hovered into position without hesitation, joining the Sun Faction’s encirclement. + +Their faces were cold, eyes locked on Max and the others like predators who had just cornered a wounded animal. There was no shame, no remorse—only survival, and allegiance to power. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-482.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-482.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1230fc3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-482.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 482: Nova’s Ambition" +slug: "ch-482" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 482 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1068 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"They’ve chosen their side," Kate muttered, her face tight with disgust. Her voice shook not with fear, but rage. + +Aurelia clenched her fists. "The cowards were waiting for Drevon to survive... and now that he has, they’ve bent their knee." + +King Magnar’s voice rumbled low, like a thundercloud before the strike. "So they’ve all decided... to sell the continent to the Monarch." + +"Don’t look at me like that, Elarion. Magnar," Nova sneered, his tone laced with contempt as he floated above his surrounding forces, eyes narrowing at the furious leaders who now stood between Max and Drevon. "You chose the wrong side, not me. You clung to sentiment. To ideals. You’re backing a child with raw talent over a king who already rules half the continent. I simply chose the path with a future." + +The coldness in his voice made the air feel sharper. "You can’t defeat him. You can’t kill him. Drevon is inevitable. He will unite the Valora Continent and the Lost Continent beneath one banner. That is stability. That is progress. And whether you agree with it or not—that’s a good thing for everyone." + +King Magnar’s voice cracked through the battlefield, a roar of outrage and disbelief. "He slaughters cities! He burns villages to the ground! Men, women, children—he doesn’t spare anyone! That’s not an emperor. That’s a monster in a crown!" + +Nova’s response was chilling in its calmness. He simply shrugged. "Greatness isn’t handed to you on a silver platter. If you want to shape the world, you need to take it in your own hands. With fire if you must. If the people refuse to understand what’s best for them, if they resist progress, then sometimes—" he paused, spreading his arms wide as his army tightened its grip on the encircled leaders, "—you have to break them before you rebuild." + +Elarion’s face turned dark with fury, his voice low and bitter. "So you’d sell your soul for a place in his empire." + +Nova smiled faintly. "I’d rather be alive to shape the world than die for a dream that’s already broken." + +Nova turned his gaze toward King Magnar, his smile sharp and cold as steel. "There are two ways to build an empire," he said, voice calm, matter-of-fact, like he was giving a lecture rather than justifying betrayal. "One... is by winning the hearts of the people. Earning their trust. Leading with vision. That’s what you did, right, Magnar? You united the scattered families and provinces of the West, not with fear, but with loyalty. And you built the Kingdom of the West—your kingdom—on that foundation." + +He paused for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, tone deepening with something darker. "But the other way... is through blood. Sometimes, to shape the world, you must break it first. You burn cities, you crush resistance, and you slaughter the thousands—not out of hatred, but to send a message. To let the world know there’s only one will that matters now. One ruler. One crown. And that’s exactly what Drevon is doing. He’s not just building a kingdom—he’s birthing a new era for the Lower Domain. A new order."𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +His words lingered in the air like smoke over a battlefield. + +Silence followed. But it wasn’t the quiet of agreement—it was a stunned, heavy silence. Some soldiers from the human ranks looked visibly disturbed, their jaws clenched, fists tight. + +Even among the demons, several shifted uneasily. Across the ranks of the elves and the remaining free humans, rage boiled beneath the surface—disgust, disbelief, and betrayal thick in the air. + +"You..." Marcel, the leader of the Moon Faction, stepped forward, his voice low but trembling with anger. "Nova, I never knew you were this twisted." + +Nova didn’t flinch. He didn’t deny it. He simply said, "Then you never truly understood what it takes to rule a world that refuses to change." + +"Hehe... Nova," Kome, the Demon Lord with jagged horns and sickly gray skin, sneered with amusement, his voice sharp like a blade sliding over bone. "I never thought a human would possess such a level of thinking. But I like it." His lips curled into a wicked grin as his crimson eyes gleamed. "We can make up for the differences in our races by butchering the elves together." He chuckled darkly, the kind of laugh that made weaker warriors flinch. "Let their forests burn, let their pride rot." + +Nova turned slightly, casting a glance at Kome and offering a small, polite nod—a look of acknowledgment, even approval. But behind the smile, behind the steady eyes, his mind whispered with contempt. ’Foul creature... don’t think for a second this alliance is real. You’re a tool. Temporary.’ + +He detested demons to his very core. Their stench, their twisted pleasures in carnage, the pride they took in suffering. The only reason he shared a sky with them now was because they served Drevon. If they hadn’t... he would have razed their entire race with fire and poison without blinking. + +Before another word could be said, a voice broke through the tense stillness—Drevon’s voice, calm but cold, and full of authority. "I appreciate you all," he said, his tone neither grateful nor warm, but dominant—like a king humoring his subjects before war. "But before I take my first step toward creating my empire... I want to shed the first blood." + +His eyes turned toward Max, who was barely standing, his body trembling from the sheer loss of mana, and surrounded on all sides. + +Drevon’s lips curled upward in a cruel, calculating smile. "The blood of the strongest genius," he said, voice dripping with mock admiration. "After all, the history books must record some challenge in my rise. Otherwise..." he laughed softly, lifting a hand as blue flames ignited around his body, licking his skin and armor with a strange celestial blaze, "it would all be far too easy for me." + +The battlefield seemed to tense at once, the sky darkening as the flames rose higher, and the scent of impending doom spread like smoke on the wind. + +Drevon’s smile deepened as his eyes scanned the battlefield, clearly enjoying the tension gripping everyone—especially the leaders who stood like an unbreakable wall around Max. Their faces were tight with resolve, their auras pulsing defensively, but it only amused him. + +"You can’t stop me," he said softly, almost like a whisper to the wind, but the words cut through the air with finality. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-483.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-483.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a05a97c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-483.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 483: You should have gone for the kill" +slug: "ch-483" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 483 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1260 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The moment they left his mouth, the blue flames around his body surged with life, roaring like wild spirits set free. They burned brighter, higher, consuming the space around him in a blinding flash—and then he vanished. Gone, as if the fire had devoured him whole, leaving behind only a faint trace of flickering blue embers that danced where he had just been. + +The leaders—King Magnar, Kate, Aurelia, Marcel, Elarion, Klaus, and the rest—froze. Their expressions shifted instantly from tense anticipation to shock. They turned their heads, eyes scanning the field with desperation—he was nowhere to be seen. Not above, not ahead, not around them. + +And then— + +A gasp escaped someone’s throat as all heads whipped around. + +There he was. + +Drevon, standing behind them—not walking, not flying, but already there, like he had never moved at all. One hand casually extended, his fingers clenched around Max’s neck, lifting the exhausted boy into the air like he weighed nothing. Max’s body hung limp, drained of all mana, his head tilted forward, too stunned to even react. + +The leaders were speechless. + +He had moved so fast—too fast. Not a flicker of movement, not a ripple in the air. Even their eyes—sharpened by years of battle and mastery—hadn’t registered a single moment of transition. + +One instant he was blazing with blue flames, and the next, he had bypassed the strongest figures of the Lower Domain, undetected, and now held the continent’s greatest genius at his mercy. + +And he hadn’t even broken a sweat. + +They were all peak Expert Rank individuals—men and women who stood at the very summit of power within the Lower Domain. Each of them had weathered countless battles, crushed powerful foes, and walked the razor-thin edge of life and death more times than they could count. + +Though it was true that there existed a boundary between the Expert Rank and someone who was halfway into the Master Rank, they had always believed—hoped, even—that the gap was narrow enough to contest with, to close through skill, experience, or sheer will. After all one was technically still in the Expert Rank even if they were halfway into the Master Rank. + +But in that single moment, in that terrifying flash where Drevon vanished and reappeared, reality struck them with a cruel, merciless clarity: the gap wasn’t small—it was an abyss. + +They hadn’t even seen him move. Not a blur. Not a shadow. Not even the faintest ripple of air. + +And it wasn’t just speed—it was the ease with which he bypassed them, like they weren’t even there. That was what truly shook them. They, the strongest individuals in the Lower Domain—guardians, generals, leaders of empires—had become nothing more than spectators. Obstacles not even worth acknowledging. + +A cold dread spread through each of their bodies, like black ink bleeding into clear water. If Drevon had wanted to, he could have killed Max, or any of them, in that instant. + +And the chilling truth was that they might not have even known until it was already over. The crushing realization settled in their hearts like a stone—they couldn’t stop him. + +Not now. + +Maybe not ever. + +"Any last words?" Drevon asked, his voice smooth and dripping with arrogance as he grinned, holding Max effortlessly by the throat. His golden-red eyes sparkled with cruelty, fully expecting a plea, a whimper, or the silence of a broken spirit. + +But Max grinned. + +Even as his throat tightened, his breath shallow and crushed beneath Drevon’s grip, he managed to force the words through gritted teeth, eyes gleaming with defiance. "You should have gone for the kill." + +Drevon’s grin faltered. + +And in that instant, everything changed. + +Max’s expression twisted into something savage, cruel, as his body erupted in a surge of raw power. A violent roar tore through the sky as golden-black scales shot across his skin in a flash—his Dragon Scales Transformation activating at full force. But that was just the beginning. + +In the very next breath—VIOLET LIGHTNING burst from his chest, his arms, his legs, even his eyes. It surged like a living thing, crawling and cracking around him with a sound that could split the heavens. + +Chil-La! + +A blinding beam of violet lightning exploded from Max’s core, lashing upward with a thunderous shriek. It tore through Drevon’s chest, the force so sudden and unforgiving that it launched him away like a meteor, his figure vanishing into the clouds above, trailing arcs of lightning in his wake. + +The world shook. The clouds above twisted into spirals. The very sky flashed purple. + +And for the first time in a very, very long time—Drevon was afraid. + +"What is this?!" he shouted from high above, his voice a mix of disbelief and raw terror as he looked down at the boy he’d been moments from killing. His chest still smoked from the blast. That feeling—that oppressive, ancient force within the lightning—it didn’t just hurt him. + +It frightened him. + +"I’m not done with you!" Max roared, his voice carrying over the chaos of the battlefield like thunder cleaving through silence. Pain ripped through every inch of his body—screaming, tearing, burning. + +His Dragon Scales Transformation, once the armor that made him nearly invincible, was now betraying him under the sheer force of the Violet Lightning surging uncontrollably within him. The protective scales began to crack, melt, and burn away, flaking off his body in glowing embers as the energy inside him spiraled wildly out of control. + +Even his white hair, once gleaming like starlight, was completely consumed, turned to ash and carried by the howling wind. His skin blackened, scorched by the pure elemental wrath coursing through his veins. He looked like a ruin—a walking calamity—but his eyes burned brighter than ever. There was no hesitation. No fear. + +Only purpose. + +With his hands trembling from the strain, Max slammed his palms together, his voice a low growl as he uttered the command that only he could give—the will of the Dimension of Lightning. The heavens rumbled, the clouds churned violently, and then— + +"Roar!!!" + +A deep, primal dragon’s roar erupted from the sky, loud enough to shake the bones of everyone on the battlefield. The storm clouds overhead shattered apart, breaking like glass under the weight of something unimaginable. + +From within the breach, a colossal dragon head began to descend—formed entirely from Violet Lightning. Its size dwarfed cities, its eyes glowing with ancient wrath, its fangs crackling with sparks that could turn mountains to ash. The sheer pressure from its presence caused the very air to whine, and those below could only look up in awe, terror, and disbelief. + +This wasn’t a skill. + +This wasn’t a technique. + +This was judgment. + +Its target - Drevon. + +Drevon’s eyes widened, a flicker of something foreign twisting in their depths—pure dread. The moment the Violet Lightning Dragon locked onto him, its colossal head illuminating the sky with electric fury, his instincts screamed louder than reason. The air itself trembled under the weight of the beast’s wrath. + +Every arc of lightning that cracked off its hide scorched the clouds, tearing open the heavens as if reality itself was ripping apart. The sheer pressure that radiated from the dragon’s body made even the strongest beings on the battlefield feel like ants beneath a storm. + +But Drevon—arrogant, unshaken—didn’t cower. + +His body ignited instantly in a swirl of blue flames, and with a flash, he shot into the distance, fleeing like a streak of light across the sky. He didn’t even try to block it—he knew he couldn’t. That thing wasn’t just a technique. It wasn’t an attack. + +It was annihilation given form. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-484.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-484.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..951187f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-484.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 484: Dying" +slug: "ch-484" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 484 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1325 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You can’t run!" Max’s voice roared out from the cracked ruins of his throat, hoarse and laced with pain. His body trembled violently, barely clinging to consciousness, but his will remained firm—unyielding. He raised his charred arm and commanded the dragon, the very essence of his Dimension of Lightning, with a simple thought. + +And the Violet Lightning Dragon responded. + +With a single otherworldly roar, the massive beast let out a blinding burst of light, then dived—its body moving faster than thunder itself. It cut through the sky like a guillotine of wrath, devouring Drevon mid-flight in the blink of an eye. The impact was instant. The dragon slammed into him and drove him downward, shredding through the atmosphere like a meteor sent by the gods. + +BANG! + +The collision struck the sea with world-breaking force. + +A massive pillar of violet light exploded from the surface of the ocean, punching deep into the earth’s crust below. The shockwave alone flattened waves into vapor for miles, sending tsunamis racing in every direction. A blinding crater of steam, lightning, and destruction erupted from the sea, swallowing everything within. + +Even from the distant shores of the Lost Continent, it looked like a second sun had just fallen into the ocean. + +And within the heart of that calamity—there was no trace of Drevon. + +Max might have killed him—he might have erased Drevon from existence with that monstrous violet dragon birthed from the raw fury of his lightning dimension—but he couldn’t be sure. He would never know. Because at that very moment, he himself was dying. + +The cost of wielding a power so far beyond his limits had finally come due. His body, already pushed to its very edge, had crossed the line. The energy that had allowed him to command the heavens, to summon a dragon made of divine wrath, was now devouring him. + +His skin, once pale and marred by battle, had turned black—scorched and crumbling. His arms, the very ones he had slammed together to unleash the final attack, began to flake away, turning into gray ash that scattered like dust in the wind. Slowly, piece by piece, he was disappearing. + +"No..." Princess Lenavira’s voice broke, her hands flying to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes as she witnessed the unbearable sight. Max, the boy who stood against god like figures, who faced armies, who shook the sky with his will—was burning away in silence. + +His entire figure was glowing faintly, ember-like, barely holding together as smoke rose from every inch of him. It wasn’t just injury. It wasn’t blood loss. It was destruction—from within. + +And just when it seemed the final part of him would crumble into nothing, a silver glow enveloped his charred body. A gentle, divine light, like moonlight washing over a battlefield, wrapped around him, slowing the process of decay. It didn’t heal him—not really. The damage was too deep, too absolute. His body wasn’t wounded—it was breaking. Shattered by the overwhelming force he’d dared to wield. + +But the silver light bought him time. A few seconds more. A chance for breath. A moment to cling to the world, even as the ashes whispered to the wind. + +And in that moment, everyone could only watch. Powerless. + +"Mother!" Princess Lenavira cried out, her voice laced with panic and desperation as she flew toward the silver-haired elven queen who had just cast the silvery light encasing Max. Her eyes, wide and wet with tears, locked onto her mother’s calm but solemn face. "Can you heal him?" she asked, almost pleading, clinging to that last thread of hope. "Please—can you save him?" + +The silver-haired elven woman looked at her daughter, then at the fading figure of Max, her eyes heavy with sorrow. Her aura pulsed gently around him, a silver cocoon trying to hold together a body already on the edge of annihilation. + +She placed a hand over Lenavira’s trembling shoulder and shook her head, her voice soft but unrelenting. "I can’t heal him," she whispered. "His body is beyond healing. All I can do is slow the process... of him crumbling into dust." + +Silence fell like a veil across the battlefield. + +King Magnar’s fists clenched at his sides, the veins in his arms bulging with helpless fury. "Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, the weight of everything—victory, sacrifice, loss—crashing down all at once. The strongest genius they’d ever seen, the boy who had saved them all, was slipping through their fingers, and even he, a man revered as the King of the West, could do nothing. + +Kate, the cold and composed strategist of the East, stood frozen in place. Her lips trembled, but no words came. She had seen war, death, and miracles—but never something as cruel as this. "He burned everything he had... just to stop Drevon," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, her voice tight with emotion she rarely showed. + +Marcel, the leader of the Moon Faction, looked away and swallowed hard. "And he was just a boy..." he muttered, his face lined with guilt. He had once doubted Max, once thought the war had no chance. And yet here stood the proof of what a single soul could achieve. And what it cost. + +Aurelia’s face was black, unreadable. It wasn’t sure what she was feeling right now. + +Elarion remained silent, his eyes closed, as though offering silent prayers to whatever gods remained in the world. He knew, more than most, the pain of watching someone with such promise burn out too soon. + +Klaus, fists clenched, knelt beside Max’s crumbling form. He didn’t speak. He didn’t cry. But the rage burning in his eyes promised vengeance if Max’s flame truly extinguished here. + +And around them all, soldiers, humans and elves alike, watched in stunned silence. The battlefield that once echoed with war was now a graveyard of silence, as all eyes turned to the boy who had torn through heaven and earth—and now hovered between life and ash. + +Max, the strongest genius the Lower Domain had ever seen... + +was fading. + +Dying. + +But before anyone could react, before the silence around Max could settle into grief, a figure rose slowly from the sea, dragging steam and crackling energy in its wake. It was Drevon. + +Gasps rippled across the battlefield. + +At that moment, he was no better than Max—his entire body charred, blackened to the point of looking like cracked charcoal, with trails of burnt flesh flaking off him in the wind. His once-imposing form now looked fragile, brittle, as if a single gust would shatter him into dust. + +And yet, somehow, he still floated above the sea, barely holding himself together, his limbs trembling, his entire being suspended between survival and collapse. + +"Finish him!!" King Magnar bellowed, his voice thunderous, filled with fury and vengeance. He launched forward at once, his golden armor blazing in the sky as he charged toward the broken figure of Drevon. + +The other leaders were right behind him—Elarion, Kate, Marcel, Aurelia, Klaus—each one of them fueled by the rage of everything they had witnessed, of everything Max had sacrificed. Their faces were twisted with ruthlessness, with the singular intent of ending the Young Monarch once and for all. + +But Drevon, barely conscious, his eyes completely burnt away, somehow sensed the incoming strike. His body swayed midair like it would collapse at any moment, but his lips still moved. In a whisper that echoed despite the wind, he said, "Next time... I will go for the kill." + +And then—𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +Boom. + +His figure erupted into a pulse of black flames, a last surge of power, and before anyone could reach him—before a blade could pierce his flesh or a skill could be cast—he shot into the sky like a black comet, streaking across the clouds. In the blink of an eye, he was gone, vanishing beyond the horizon, disappearing into the void. + +The leaders stopped mid-flight, staring at the trail of smoke and flame left behind. + +He had escaped. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-485.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-485.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..854add7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-485.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 485: End of the War" +slug: "ch-485" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 485 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Meanwhile, Max’s scorched body, still wrapped in a soft silver glow, hovered weakly in the air, cradled gently by Lenavira as if the slightest touch might shatter him completely. His skin was blackened and cracked, flaking off in delicate wisps of ash with every passing second. + +Even with the full force of healing energy pouring from Lenavira’s mother, the silver-haired elven queen, the process of his body turning to dust continued slowly, irreversibly. The glow merely dulled the rate of destruction—it couldn’t stop it. + +The elven queen’s brows furrowed deeply as her hands trembled, coated in silver light. "What... was that lightning?" she murmured under her breath, her voice tight with disbelief as her gaze swept over Max’s ruined form. "Its aftereffects are still tearing through his body... it’s like it refuses to leave him. I think..." she paused grimly, "...I think it will only stop when he dies." + +"Mother, no!" Lenavira cried, her voice sharp and desperate, tears welling in her eyes. "You have to do something. Please... you can’t let him die like this!" Her grip on Max tightened as if holding him a little closer could somehow hold him together too. + +But the queen simply shook her head slowly, her face dark with helplessness. "I’ve already poured all the mana I have. It’s not a matter of healing anymore. The damage... it’s beyond anything I’ve seen. It’s already done. I’m only buying time—an hour at most—before the lightning finishes what it started." + +Her voice cracked at the end, and even she couldn’t hide the sorrow in her eyes as she watched the ash peeling away from the boy who had just faced down the greatest terror of their world. + +"That violet lightning..." King Magnar began, his voice heavy as he landed beside the others, eyes fixated on the crumbling figure of Max, "was one of the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment. I never thought I’d witness it again for the second time in this lifetime." His words fell like lead on the ears of those around him, and the air turned even colder. + +Just behind him, the rest of the leaders arrived—Elarion, Kate, Klaus, Marcel—each with worn expressions, each still recovering from the emotional weight of the last battle. + +"What about Drevon?" Ava, the silver-haired elven queen, asked, never taking her eyes off Max. Her voice was gentle but resolute, like she already knew the answer. + +Elarion’s face tightened. His jaw clenched. "He escaped," he spat bitterly. "He escaped, Ava." His fists trembled with rage as he looked at the distant sky where Drevon had vanished. The thought of letting that monster slip away, again, was eating him alive. + +Ava nodded slowly, her silver lashes closing over mournful eyes. "A pity," she whispered. "A grave pity." + +"Can’t anything heal him?" Klaus asked desperately, stepping forward, looking at Ava like she was the last hope. + +Ava shook her head, the motion slow, heavy with defeat. "He’s already dead," she said flatly. "He’s breathing now only because my healing is slowing the inevitable. The Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment didn’t just destroy his body—it killed him from the inside, torment the essence itself. Unless something—anything—can remove their lingering wrath from within him... I don’t know how we can save him." + +A heavy silence followed. Kate’s head bowed, her lips tightly pressed. Marcel turned his face away, unable to watch. King Magnar’s hand curled into a trembling fist. Even the battlefield, which moments ago echoed with screams and steel, now fell into an eerie hush. + +And then, cruel laughter shattered that silence. + +"Hahaha! Good!" Zeal, one of the Four Demon Lords, sneered with malice written all over his twisted face. "Good that he’ll die soon—saves me the effort. I would’ve killed the brat myself, right here, right now!" His laughter echoed across the broken sky. + +Several heads snapped toward him, faces dark with fury, but no one spoke. Their grief was still too fresh, their helplessness too bitter. And as Max’s body continued to slowly flake into ash despite the glow surrounding him, it felt like they were all standing on the edge of something final, something cruel—and they had no way to pull him back. + +"Don’t say such things, Zeal. They might attack us," Kome said with a sly smile, casting a sideways glance at the leaders gathered near Max. His tone was casual, but the malice behind it was unmistakable. + +Then, turning to face the battered assembly of leaders from both the Lost Continent and Valora Continent, he added with a mock bow, "I think this war has come to an end now. And lucky for you all, it ended in a draw... or was it?" + +His gaze slid pointedly back toward Max’s fading, crumbling figure, the silver glow barely clinging to what was left of him. A faint smirk danced on Kome’s lips before he raised a hand, and with a simple motion, commanded the demon army to retreat. + +The skies filled with their shadowy forms pulling away from the battlefield, leaving trails of infernal smoke in their wake as they vanished from the blood-soaked sky like a tide rolling back into the dark sea. + +Nova, standing at the fringes with the remaining warriors of the Sun Faction, gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable. "We will also take our leave," he said flatly, offering no condolences, no acknowledgments—only cold, indifferent retreat. + +His soldiers followed him silently, their formation tight as they lifted into the air and began their quiet withdrawal, vanishing one by one into the horizon. + +The battlefield, once deafening with battle cries and the roar of clashing powers, was now eerily still. + +Only the elves, standing tall despite their losses, and the leaders of the Valora Continent remained. The Moon Faction’s forces, the only human army still present, stood grim and quiet beside them, a silent wall of exhausted warriors. + +All eyes remained fixed on Max’s unmoving form, slowly dissolving under the weight of divine lightning. The war might have paused, but for everyone still standing there, the wounds were just beginning to bleed. + +And then, as if drifting on the wind, a faint voice echoed inside both Lenavira’s and Ava’s minds. "Take me... to the tower." The words were soft, barely more than a whisper, but unmistakable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-486.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-486.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..932cbf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-486.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 486: A Hope" +slug: "ch-486" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 486 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1085 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Both women froze, eyes widening as they turned to look at each other, the realization hitting them at the same time—Max was still conscious. He was still alive. + +Lenavira’s lips parted, her expression alight with sudden joy as she almost let out a cry, but before she could speak, Ava’s firm voice rang sharply in her mind through a vital essence sound transmission, halting her completely. "Lena, don’t say anything!" Her tone was calm but urgent, like a warning bell. + +Lenavira turned to her mother in alarm, and saw the seriousness in her eyes—steel-hard and unyielding. Ava continued, her voice steady but filled with a quiet urgency, "There are people here we can’t trust yet. So, it’s better if very few know Max is still conscious, holding on to his will. I will come with you to the edge of the cursed land, and from there, you will take him alone to the tower. If he wants to go there now, of all times, then clearly something within the tower might save his life. We can’t risk this information getting out. Not when so many enemies are still around us." + +Lenavira nodded silently, her face tightening as she looked at Max’s crumbling figure still cloaked in silver glow. The battlefield might have quieted, but a deeper, more delicate war was still being fought in whispers and glances—one for survival, secrets, and trust. + +Ava then slowly turned to face the assembled leaders, her expression composed yet solemn. "Lena has decided to take Max to the tower... to his friends," she said quietly but clearly. "Even though his condition is beyond tragic, I believe they deserve to see him one last time. Perhaps it will give them some measure of peace, knowing he fought till the very end." Her voice carried the weight of finality, yet underneath it was a thread of hope too faint for words. + +King Magnar let out a long, heavy sigh, his eyes briefly closing as he nodded. He knew his son, Aelric, and the others—Amelia, Jack, Alice and many others—they had shared laughs, meals, dreams, and struggles with Max. He was a friend to them. + +"Please do that," Magnar said, his voice low but sincere. "It’s the least we can do for him after everything he’s done for all of us." + +Ava gave a soft nod of gratitude, then turned to her daughter. Lenavira, receiving the silent signal, stepped forward without a word. She raised her hands, her power flaring softly around her in a warm, golden hue. + +A massive golden sword, radiant and wide enough to carry three people, materialized beneath their feet with a hum of energy. Without hesitation, it began to float gently upward. Then, in a burst of light, it soared into the sky, carving through the bloodstained air as it sped toward the Tower of Truth, carrying with it Max—fading, but not yet gone. + +*** + +Flying through the sky at full speed, the golden sword streaked like a comet, splitting the air with its brilliance until they reached the edge of the cursed region that surrounded the Tower of Truth. + +The air here was thick, dense, almost unnaturally heavy—as if time itself hesitated to move forward. The barren land lay waste with no trace of life in there. + +Ava came to a halt, her gaze firm as she looked at the distant spire of the tower barely visible beyond the dust full barren land. + +"I can’t go any further from here," she said softly, her voice gentle yet laced with urgency. "That means I can’t protect him beyond this boundary. So, I will leave behind a portion of my mana in him—it will act as a temporary shield, a tether to life. But remember, it will only last for a few minutes. You must go straight to the tower. No stopping, no detours. There won’t be a second chance." + +Lenavira nodded, her face tight with resolve, and without wasting another second, she turned to face the Tower. The golden sword beneath her feet pulsed, and then, with a flash of radiance, shot forward once again, this time cutting straight through the boundary into the cursed zone. + +The wind howled louder now, vicious and angry, threatening to tear apart anything not protected. But she cradled Max’s fragile, fading body close to her, shielding him from the violent gusts with her arms and body. + +His skin was cold, his chest barely rising, but she held on tight, her eyes locked onto the distant silhouette of the Tower of Truth, the last sliver of hope shining in this crumbling world for Max. + +After a few relentless minutes of flying through the cursed region, the massive silhouette of the Tower of Truth finally loomed over them. Its black surface shimmered faintly with ancient runes, silent and ominous as always. + +Lenavira didn’t pause—not even for a breath. She gritted her teeth and stormed straight toward the towering entrance of the first floor, her arms wrapped tightly around Max’s fragile body. The golden sword beneath her feet blazed even faster, cutting through the air like lightning. + +At that very same moment, just as she was about to burst into the entrance, another figure was exiting the tower—Alice. Her brows were furrowed in concern as she walked slowly, her mind heavy with thoughts. + +"I wonder if he’s alright," she muttered under her breath, worry etched into every corner of her face. "He told me he’d let me know before he left again, but it’s been over two months and not a word. He must be training... maybe in deep comprehension. I shouldn’t disturb him..." she reasoned with herself, shaking her head softly. + +But just as she stepped outside, her gaze caught a brilliant flash of gold streaking past her. A wave of powerful energy washed over her, stopping her in her tracks. She blinked once, and then her eyes widened in disbelief. + +"That aura..." she whispered, her heart skipping a beat. Her head whipped around, her gaze locking onto the vanishing golden light that had just entered the tower. + +"It’s the same... it’s the exact same aura I carry from the blood veil Max gave me," she said, voice trembling with rising anxiety. + +Without wasting a second, Alice’s expression hardened. She spun around and sprinted back into the tower, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stones. Her heart pounded furiously, a cold dread spreading through her chest. + +She didn’t know what she would find, but something deep within her already knew—something was terribly wrong. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-487.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-487.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..caee81e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-487.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 487: Acknowledgement of Tower" +slug: "ch-487" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 487 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1199 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +As the golden sword came to a halt in the first floor of the Tower of Truth, Lenavira’s feet gently touched the ancient stone ground. Her arms tightened protectively around Max’s charred, barely-held-together body. + +Her golden hair, blown wild by the wind, slowly settled as silence fell around her. She stood there, eyes scanning the grand entrance of the floor, her breath shallow, her heart pounding—not from the speed, but from the helplessness clawing at her chest. + +She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She simply waited. Waited for something—anything—to happen. For the tower to respond, for a light to appear, for some ancient power to stir and reach out to Max. + +At the same time, gasps filled the air behind her. + +"Look, she arrived on a sword... carrying someone... Who is dead?" a voice whispered, stunned. + +"That’s Princess Lenavira!" another elf exclaimed, as a group of elves quickly moved to surround her. Their eyes widened in horror as they caught sight of Max’s lifeless form, blackened and broken beyond recognition. + +"What happened, Royal Princess?" one of the older elves asked, his voice full of worry as he stepped forward. + +But Lenavira didn’t answer. Her face was pale, lips pressed tight, eyes trembling as they continued to glance around the tower’s interior like she was silently pleading for it to wake up, to recognize Max’s presence and save him. + +Her grip on him tightened slightly, as if afraid he would fade away the moment she let go. + +The elves exchanged glances, some reaching out to help, but hesitating when they saw the intensity in Lenavira’s expression. + +She wasn’t just holding a dying friend—she was holding onto hope that the Tower of Truth would offer something, anything, before it was too late. + +Just then— + +"Is that... Max?" The voice was soft—too soft—and yet it struck like thunder in Lenavira’s ears. Trembling slightly, she turned around to see Alice standing not far behind her. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and glistening with horror as they fixated on the charred, broken body lying across Lenavira’s golden sword. Her lips trembled, her hands clutching the hem of her dress tightly as though trying to stop herself from falling apart. + +Lenavira opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. She didn’t know what to say—what could she say? That he was dying? That there was almost no hope? The words stuck in her throat like jagged rocks. + +She stood frozen, blank and speechless. She knew how close Max and Alice had grown. She knew how fiercely Alice cared, how deeply her world was intertwined with his. And it made the truth unbearable to speak. + +But before Lenavira could even try to find the words, something impossible happened. + +Max’s broken body suddenly glowed faintly with golden light. Without warning, it lifted from the sword in a slow, almost weightless rise. The air around him shimmered with ancient energy. Then, in a blink, his body vanished—completely disappeared from the first floor. + +The golden sword dimmed beneath her. + +Gasps filled the air around them as the elves instinctively backed away, stunned. + +Alice stepped forward instinctively, reaching out with a trembling hand. "Where... Where did he go?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, breaking with emotion. Lenavira stared at the now-empty space above the sword, her breath caught, heart thudding wildly. + +"I... I don’t know," she said at last. + +Alice’s voice was barely steady, trembling with the weight of dread clinging to her chest. "What happened to him? Is he... okay?" Her eyes were wide, rimmed with unshed tears, her lips pressed together as if bracing herself for the worst. + +She had seen the state of Max’s body—charred black, skin flaking into ash, his features barely recognizable—and yet something within her refused to accept it. She couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Max couldn’t die. Not like that. Not now. + +Lenavira exhaled deeply, her gaze lowered for a moment as if searching for the strength to speak. Her hands curled slightly at her sides before she lifted her eyes and met Alice’s. + +Then slowly, with painstaking effort, she began to recount everything that led to this moment. + +*** + +Meanwhile, far above the noise and grief of the first floor, Max’s charred body floated in an eerie silence. The room was unlike any other—vast, endless, and blanketed entirely in blue tiles that gleamed softly under an unseen light. + +It was too quite, too silence feel area just like Max’s Dimension of Time + +There were no walls, no ceiling, no identifiable boundaries, just an infinite stretch of pristine blueness and silence so absolute it felt almost sacred. A hidden floor in the Tower of Truth. + +His body hovered there, suspended midair, the last remains of his clothes fluttering in a breeze that didn’t exist. + +Then, without warning, a sphere of red energy bloomed into existence and wrapped itself around him like a living cocoon. It pulsed slowly, rhythmically, as if mimicking a heartbeat. + +The energy wasn’t violent—it was warm, enveloping him gently, like arms cradling something too broken to hold itself together. + +In the center of the vast space, the tower spirit—Xolo—stood watching, his usually expressionless face laced with quiet solemnity. + +His spectral form of golden colored figure of a middle aged man shimmered faintly, golden eyes locked on the cocoon that held Max. "The tower... is acting on its own... once again," Xolo muttered, his voice low and contemplative, echoing slightly in the emptiness. + +"So there are still parts of it beyond my jurisdiction." He said it not in anger, but in wonder, like a servant finally witnessing a secret of their ancient master. + +He took a step closer, his hands folded behind his back as he gazed upon Max’s burnt form, now hidden completely inside the scarlet sphere. "You’ve done more than most who ever climbed these halls," he whispered. "Rest now. Heal. I hope... you get well soon." + +Then, as if in response to his words, a radiant golden light bloomed in the room. It was soft at first, like a ripple across a still lake, then sharpened into form—an elegant golden key spinning gently in the air. + +It hovered quietly before the red sphere, waiting—glowing—its presence serene yet powerful, as though signaling the beginning of something long awaited. + +"This key!" Xolo’s voice, usually calm and composed, trembled with something rare—genuine shock. His eyes widened as the golden key spun slowly in the air, casting soft, shimmering rays across the blue-tiled expanse. + +"So the tower finally decided to recognise someone... after all this time?" he muttered, almost as if he couldn’t believe the words leaving his lips. + +His gaze shifted from the key to the red cocoon enveloping Max, then back again, disbelief etched across his glowing face. "For centuries... no chosen one, no wielder, no recognition... And now, when the boy is hanging between life and death, when he’s nothing but will and bones, the tower chooses him?" + +He stepped forward, his form phasing soundlessly over the floor as he stood directly beneath the key, watching it rotate like a celestial artifact. "You... are truly different, Max Morgan," he whispered. "Even the heart of the tower acknowledges it." + +And then, he disappeared from blue colored expanse. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-488.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-488.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..33daaca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-488.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 488: Passing of Time" +slug: "ch-488" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 488 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1373 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Meanwhile, in a secluded chamber deep within the war-battered land, the leaders of the two continents—King Magnar, Elarion, Kate, Klaus, Marcel and the rest—were huddled together, voices heavy with exhaustion as they discussed the fallout of the war, the shifting alliances, and the threat that still lingered in the shadows. + +Just then, something strange happened. Both King Magnar and Elarion paused mid-sentence as their bodies began to shimmer with a warm golden hue. The light grew brighter with each second, causing everyone in the room to stand in alarm + +Wordlessly, both rulers reached into their storage artifact and pulled out two golden keys. The keys were glowing furiously, casting golden patterns on the stone walls. + +Gasps followed. + +"Another key has been found?!" Kate exclaimed, her voice full of disbelief. + +Klaus narrowed his eyes in thought, arms crossed. "That means... all five keys have now revealed themselves, haven’t they?" he said slowly. + +King Magnar gave a small, grim nod. "I have one," he confirmed. "Elarion has one. Drevon had one before... The Witch of the North holds one. And now—someone new... has found the last one." He looked at Elarion, the weight of realization settling in both their eyes. + +"You know what this means," Elarion said, his voice low and serious. + +Magnar’s jaw clenched. "The descent of the Citadel... will slow down to at least 2 to 3 years now." + +Klaus’ brows furrowed. "That’s a gift, then. With Drevon wounded, maybe even retreating, and the Citadel pushed back... we might finally have the time we need to prepare—to fight back properly." + +But none of them said what they all thought: Who had the fifth key...? + +*** + +A month passed quietly, drifting by like a slow breeze through the solemn halls of the Tower of Truth. Within its ancient structure, Alice and Lenavira remained, never straying far from the first floor, waiting with quiet hope for Max to return. + +Days blurred into nights, yet there was no sign, no movement, nothing to suggest that the young man they held in such high regard would awaken anytime soon. + +Meanwhile, Max remained sealed within the glowing red cocoon, his charred body suspended in silence. + +Xolo, the tower spirit, never took his eyes off the sphere, watching from a distance in his shimmering golden form. "One month... and still no change," he muttered one day, his voice barely audible in the vast blue world that surrounded them, before vanishing back into the ether, returning to his duties with a troubled heart. + +Then came the rumours. + +Three more months slipped by like sand through fingers, and word began to spread—whispers that shook the continent. + +Max Morgan, the strongest genius of the Lower Domain, had been killed. Slain in battle by none other than Drevon, the Young Monarch of Valora Continent, during the great war that had scarred both lands. + +The news spread like wildfire. Many were stunned, frozen in disbelief. The idea of someone like Max falling—it didn’t sit right with them. + +Some laughed nervously, others denied it outright. "Max wouldn’t fall so easily," they said. "Not him." + +But the facts were hard to ignore. No one had seen him in three months. Not a single sighting. No word from the Tower. No pulse of his aura. + +And as the days stretched into weeks, more and more people began to accept the worst. Slowly, the once hopeful murmurs turned into sorrowful acceptance. The world, it seemed, had begun to mourn him. + +But only the elves and the human from the Moon Faction and Valora Continent mourned while the rest of the humans including the demons laughed hearing the rumors. + +And just like the flowing of rumors, the tide of belief shifted as time passed, and eventually, half a year slipped by like dust through open fingers. At this point, the world had largely come to terms with what was once unthinkable—Max Morgan, the brightest genius of the Lower Domain, was dead. + +The Lost Continent mourned him quietly but fully, his name now carved into history as a fallen hero. + +The stories of his final battle traveled across seas, reaching even the Valora Continent, though told with a different tone there. In Valora, Max was spoken of not as an enemy, but as a formidable warrior—one who dared to stand against the Young Monarch and met his end in a clash that would echo through generations. + +Yet, in the silent halls of the Tower of Truth, on its isolated tenth floor where time itself seemed slower, two figures stood still in the corner. Lenavira and Alice. + +They hadn’t left the floor in months, their eyes often drawn to the ceiling as if hoping to see a sign from the upper chambers but nothing happened. Nothing for half a year. + +"Big Sis Lena, it’s been half a year... Is he...?" Alice finally whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her dread. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her small hands clenched by her side. She didn’t finish her sentence, but the ache in her voice said it all. + +Lenavira’s heart clenched painfully. She reached out and pulled Alice closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Since the tower has accepted him, he will be fine," she said softly. Words she had repeated many times over the last six months—each time to Alice, and each time to herself. + +But with each passing day, even Lenavira’s confidence wavered. She had watched Alice slowly wither in grief, her once radiant spark dulled. Even her progress in comprehending her Concept had stalled. + +The girl who once sat cross-legged for hours meditating now spent her time staring up at the ceiling, waiting. And Lenavira, watching all this, couldn’t help but worry. + +However, no matter how long they waited, no matter how many days and nights passed beneath the eternal ceiling of the Tower of Truth, Max didn’t come out. + +The red cocoon on that hidden floor remained sealed, unmoving, giving no sign of life. And just like that—a full year passed since the day he had fallen. A year of silence. A year of unanswered prayers. A year of hope slowly bleeding into doubt. + +Outside the tower, the world didn’t stop. The Lost Continent, once trembling under the chaos of war, had returned to its rhythm. The news of Max’s heroic final battle became a story told in quiet circles, eventually fading into a hazy myth among the new generation of cultivators. + +His name, once on the lips of every youth dreaming of strength, was now only spoken by the few who still held him in their hearts. The fire of his legacy dimmed beneath the overwhelming tide of time, as people busied themselves with training, unlocking their auras, pursuing their Concepts. + +New talents had emerged, new challenges had taken the stage, and the world moved on—as it always did. + +But within the tower, in the hearts of the few who had seen the truth with their own eyes, that name—Max Morgan—still burned like an ember refusing to die. + +*** + +In the depths of the hidden floor, where silence had reigned for an entire year, a faint crack echoed through the still air. The red sphere that had enveloped Max’s charred body—an eerie cocoon of warmth and protection—trembled ever so slightly, as a tiny fissure formed on its surface, like a fragile glass orb beginning to fracture. + +Sensing the shift in energy, Xolo arrived instantly, his golden form flickering into existence with an urgency he hadn’t shown in months. + +He hovered in front of the glowing cocoon, eyes narrowed, watching intently as the crack slowly began to spread, faint crimson light seeping from the growing fractures like blood from a wound. + +"It cracked a little," he muttered, voice low and reverent, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt whatever mysterious force was at work. "It seems... he is coming out." + +The glow inside the sphere pulsed once, then again, stronger, and with each pulse, the cracks spread farther, like veins across the surface until, finally—with a soft shattering hum—the entire shell collapsed inward. + +In the midst of the dissolving red mist, a figure emerged. Max. His body no longer burned, no longer crumbling—whole, radiating a quiet power, eyes still closed but breath steady. He was back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-489.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-489.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c490fda --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-489.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 489: Max’s Vow" +slug: "ch-489" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 489 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1068 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max floated gently down from the broken remains of the red sphere, his body draped in a red shimmering cloth that clung to him like a second skin, flickering softly with traces of energy. The floor beneath his feet felt strangely warm, alive even, as if the tower itself was welcoming him back. + +He stood still for a moment, taking in a deep breath as his bare feet touched the white-tiled ground, before his eyes slowly opened—calm, sharp, yet heavy with memory. + +"I never thought using the Violet Lightning would almost kill me..." he murmured quietly, voice hoarse but steady, the words drifting into the quiet air of the chamber. + +His gaze drifted toward the golden figure of Xolo, who stood patiently nearby, and then to something else—an object floating silently in the air just in front of him. A golden key. It hovered there with a dignified stillness, as if it had waited centuries just for him. + +"What is this key, Xolo?" Max asked, narrowing his eyes at the mysterious artifact, curiosity flaring in his voice. + +"It’s one of the five keys of a treasured place within the Citadel of Atherion," Xolo replied calmly. "The key had been in the tower’s possession for nearly a thousand years—perhaps longer. And now, since you’ve been recognized by the tower, it has decided to bestow the key upon you." + +"I see," Max nodded thoughtfully and extended his hand, allowing the golden key to drift gently into his palm. He looked at it for a brief moment before tucking it away inside his spatial space. + +"How long was I out?" he asked, turning back to the spirit. + +"About a year," Xolo answered simply. + +"A year..." Max sighed, his voice low and calm, but not burdened with regret. There was no disappointment in his expression—only a steady acceptance. + +He knew the truth: he should have died. The Violet Lightning, one of the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment, had reduced his body to a burnt husk, scorched nearly beyond recognition. + +Any other person, no matter how powerful, would have perished that day—Ava’s silver healing light could only slow the inevitable, not reverse it. + +But Max wasn’t just anyone. + +His Dragon bloodline—ancient, proud, and incomparably resilient—had clung to life with everything it had. It pulsed through him in those final moments, shielding the last fragile embers of his existence. + +And then, just as the world was darkening around him, he felt it. A whisper. Not words, not a voice, but something deeper—a pull, a call from the Tower of Truth itself. It didn’t speak to him, but he _understood_. Somehow, someway, the tower could heal him. + +And then— + +With the last thread of strength he could summon, Max had sent a single vital essence voice transmission to Lenavira and Ava. + +That whisper, that call, that final desperate act... had saved his life. + +And now, one year later, he was standing again. Alive. Changed. + +"One year..." Max whispered, eyes narrowing as his mind caught up with the timeline. A flicker of urgency stirred within him, and he quickly turned to Xolo, the tower’s golden spirit. + +"Has the Citadel descended?" he asked, remembering vividly that when he had fallen, there had been just about a year left before the long-awaited descent of the Citadel of Atherion—a moment countless experts had been preparing for. + +Xolo shook his golden head, his expression calm as ever. "No. Every time a key is discovered and acknowledged, the descent slows. With the last key—the one you now possess—having been recognized, the Citadel’s descent has been delayed again. At the current pace, it won’t arrive for another year or two." + +Max exhaled, relief washing over his face. He had feared waking up to find that the world had already moved on without him, that he’d missed the most important opportunity in the Lower Domain. + +The Citadel of Atherion wasn’t just a relic—it was a gateway to the truths buried deep within the Middle Domain, even clues tied to the Four God Nation. To miss it would have been a blow far worse than his injuries. + +"I see," he murmured, shoulders relaxing. There was still time. Time to grow stronger. Time to prepare. Time... to finish what he started. + +Drevon. + +’He escaped...’ Max’s fists clenched unconsciously, the veins bulging across the back of his hand as a wave of suppressed fury surged within him. + +Even after unleashing everything he had, even after using the Violet Lightning—a power so destructive it had brought him to the brink of death—Drevon had still survived. Scarred, yes. But alive. And he had fled, leaving behind the ruins of war and the bitter taste of unfinished vengeance. + +’The day I see you next time... I swear it will be the day you die.’ The vow echoed like a brand seared into his heart. His breathing slowed, and he forced the storm inside him to settle, the heat in his chest dimming into cold, razor-sharp resolve. + +’I will focus this time before the descent of the Citadel to increase my strength.’ Max’s eyes narrowed with grim determination. + +He had already lost a year—an entire year confined in recovery, sealed in that crimson cocoon by the tower’s will. A year while the world moved on, while enemies gathered strength, and while Drevon, the monster he had come so close to killing, slipped away into the shadows once more. + +He couldn’t waste a moment more. + +No distractions. No hesitation. No mercy. + +With the Dimension of Time in his grasp and a talent that defied logic, Max believed he could do it. He could reach the unreachable height of strength of Drevon that no other being in the Lower Domain could reach. He could breach the difference in strength in just a year or constant practice. + +He had to do it. His heart, body, and soul would be thrown into the forge of time, his every breath used to sharpen the blade he would one day use to cut Drevon down. + +He would elevate his strength, layer by layer, step by ruthless step, until he stood at the very peak of the Lower Domain—not as a genius, but as an absolute. + +And when the Citadel finally descended from the sky... the final reckoning between him and Drevon would begin. A battle not just of power, but of destiny. One that would decide not only the victor, but the fate of both continents. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-49.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-49.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..120393f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-49.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 49: A Chance is all I need" +slug: "ch-49" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 49 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1344 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max raised his brows at the General’s tone but nodded. "A chance is all I need." + +"Hmm." General Foster stared deeply at Max before turning his attention back to the five geniuses standing in the arena. + +"Sorry about that," Zixi whispered in his ear. "He’s probably very disappointed to see your strength at level 6." + +Max glanced at her and whispered, "Don’t worry. Let’s see how things proceed." + +Zixi nodded with a sigh. + +Honestly, Max didn’t care about anything as long as he was given a chance. If General Foster could give him that chance, he could only be grateful, regardless of his attitude. + +"Alright, now listen, you five," General Foster said loudly, his voice reaching almost everyone in the hall. + +The five geniuses gathered at the center of the arena turned to General Foster with curious expressions. They thought the selection had already ended and that they were the chosen ones since only five from Crestford City were allowed to participate in the recruitment test for the Phoenix Order guild. + +"Like every year, there will be one chosen person from my general’s quarters who will compete with you five for one of the spots," General Foster said. + +The five of them were shocked, their expressions turning serious. They had heard rumors that someone from the general’s quarters would participate with the final contestants every year for one of the spots, but it was just a rumor, and they hadn’t thought much of it. + +What they did know, however, was that one of them would have to go home if the contestant from the general’s quarters defeated them. + +Just then, Max stepped forward and appeared in the arena, catching everyone’s attention. + +"Hmm?" General Foster frowned, seeing his actions. He hadn’t even announced his name yet, and yet he dared to step forward before the five chosen. ’Interesting… Let’s see what this kid has planned.’ Curious, he wanted to see what Max would do here. + +He firmly believed Max couldn’t win against any of them with his level 6 strength and would try some tricks to defeat them, which is why he was curious about his actions. + +Zixi, on the other hand, sighed in relief seeing Max’s confidence as he walked toward the five chosen. ’It seems I was worried for nothing,’ she thought silently. + +As far as she could recall, she had never seen Max lose to anyone whenever he challenged someone in the academy. + +Although this was different from the academy, the basics were still the same. It all depended on one’s strength. + +"Look, who is that kid?" + +"Hmm? Could he be the candidate from the general’s quarters?" + +"I don’t think so. Look at his strength; he’s only at level 6. He’s too pitiful." + +"But why is he walking toward the other five?" + +"Damn, I don’t know." + +The crowd in the hall also noticed Max walking toward the five chosen, but it made them more confused than anything else. They couldn’t understand why Max, with level 6 strength, would approach them unless he was the candidate from the general’s quarters. + +"I am Max Morgan from the general’s quarters," Max introduced himself to the five and said directly. "Now, who wants to fight me?" + +The five of them froze, stunned by Max’s words. Not only they, but everyone gathered in the hall was shocked. + +Although they had some suspicions that Max might be the candidate from the general’s quarters, his strength told them a different story. They simply couldn’t believe that someone with level 6 strength would compete with the geniuses of level 10 strength. + +The entire notion of it seemed impossible. + +"What? None of you dare to fight me?" Max taunted them when he saw they were just staring at him. + +"Heh." Someone sneered loudly at that moment. + +Max saw that it was the young man with dark violet hair down to his shoulders. His droopy eyes looked at Max with an arrogant expression on his face. He was Tim Drake. + +"Someone at level 6 dares to challenge us?" He chuckled, his expression dark as he pointed his index finger at Max. "Just one move... I’ll need just one move to kill you." + +"One move, you say?" Max smiled in amusement and said, "Alright, let’s see if your so-called one move is enough for me." + +"Wait for me, let me teach this retard a lesson for a moment," Tim said, chuckling to the other four as he prepared to fight. + +However, before they could fight, General Foster appeared before them and said, "This round will be held in the Battle Realm." + +"Battle Realm!" All five of the geniuses’ eyes shone with excitement as they heard the words.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Why did they want to enter top guilds like the Phoenix Order? Aside from getting more dungeon-related tasks, it was due to the availability of a Battle Realm. Every genius in the world dreamed of competing in the Battle Realm. It was the ultimate stage for a hunter to showcase their skills. + +’Battle Realm…’ Max also became a little excited. He knew he would enter the Battle Realm sooner or later with his strength, but he never expected he’d enter this early. + +"I want you kids to go all out for this round. Use your full strength," General Foster said, smiling. "But keep in mind that you will be fighting in my private sector, not the public sector." + +The five of them nodded. They didn’t care about which sector they would be fighting in—they were just excited to enter the Battle Realm for the first time. + +Just at that moment, the entire hall seemed to tremble slightly before everyone was shocked to see a gigantic black cube with various colors flashing inside, slowly descending onto the arena. + +Everyone was surprised by the size of this cube, but they felt even more awe. It wasn’t every day they would get to see a Battle Cube with their own eyes. + +’So this is the cube from where everyone enters the Battle Realm,’ Max mused. He had heard of this thing many times, but like many, it was also his first time seeing one. + +"Now, you kids enter the Battle Realm with the cube," General Foster said once everyone calmed down. "Aside from Max and Tim’s battle, which is already fixed, your battles will be randomized." + +The five kids and Max nodded to General Foster. + +"Let’s go," Max said, smiling at Tim and entering through one of the faces of the black cube. + +"Humph, I want to see your smirking face after I defeat you inside," Tim sneered as he followed behind Max. + +A moment later, the other four also entered through the cube and found themselves in the Battle Realm. + +But the scene in front of them wasn’t what they had imagined the Battle Realm to be. + +They appeared in a dark space where there seemed to be literally nothing. But just at that moment, three shining blue rectangular doors, like portals, appeared before them, each with something written at the top. + +Soon, the world around them began to take shape as they found themselves in the middle of an empty hall. Aside from the three shiny doors, there was a big screen that appeared to be completely off. There wasn’t much else in the room, except that it seemed to be made up of squared tiles in red and orange colors. + +Max Morgan vs. Tim Drake, Eren Volfire vs. Thomas Wells, Lyra Dusckshade vs. Anna Hails were the words written above each shiny door. + +"I’ve heard that private spaces need Battle Coins to manage, and from the looks of the room, it’s obvious General Foster neglected the surroundings to save on Battle Coins," Tim Drake said, looking around before turning to Max. + +"Let’s go and teach you a lesson," he sneered at him as he entered through the shiny blue door where their names were written and disappeared before their eyes. + +"All the best to you four," Max smiled and gave a thumbs up to the other four before he also entered through the shiny blue door. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-490.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-490.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8613c93 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-490.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 490: Greatest Fortune" +slug: "ch-490" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 490 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1201 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +However, before he could dive into seclusion, Max knew there was one crucial thing he needed to confirm—something he had been avoiding thinking about amidst all the chaos. + +"Blob," he asked quietly, his voice laced with a thread of hope, "has my soul been healed by the tower too?" + +But the reply he received crushed that hope without hesitation. + +"No," Blob answered flatly, his voice as clear and calm as ever. "The tower didn’t heal your soul. In fact, it didn’t heal you at all." + +Max’s brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes. + +"What it did," Blob continued, "was far more peculiar. That red cocoon—what you were sealed in—it wasn’t a healing chamber. It was something else entirely. A time capsule. + +He added. "From what I could observe, your body wasn’t repaired. It reversed. Time inside that sphere flowed backwards. Slowly. Quietly. Relentlessly. Every wound, every scar, every trace of death—it all faded away not because it was healed... but because it was never allowed to happen. It returned to a state where your body possess no injury." + +Max’s eyes widened, realization dawning. + +"Your body," Blob said, pausing for emphasis, "was returned to the exact state it was in at its peak condition—right after you emerged from the Tomb of the Sword Saint." + +Max stood there in silence, the weight of that revelation sinking in. He was shocked—truly, utterly shocked. Never in his wildest imagination had he thought something like that was even possible. Healing through time reversal? It sounded like something out of myth, something far too magical, too absolute, to be real. And yet... it had happened. His very existence was proof of it. + +Just as he was still absorbing the weight of that truth, a sudden wave of information surged into his mind. His eyes snapped open in alert. ’Huh? Another message from the tower?’ Max muttered inwardly, his brows furrowing. + +He focused, and the flow of information began to unravel itself like an ancient script whispering directly to his soul. And as the meaning behind it became clear—his breath hitched. His expression shifted from confusion... to disbelief. + +The tower had left a message. One that would change everything. + +It stated: Whenever you are on the verge of death, grievously injured beyond anyone’s ability to save you, or suffering from an unhealable affliction—you may return to the Tower of Truth. As long as you are still alive... the tower shall reverse your body to the last peak state it held before the injury. + +Max’s heart pounded in his chest. + +It wasn’t just a one-time miracle. + +It was a lifeline. + +A sacred promise. + +A privilege only he now held. + +He stared down at his hands—the same hands that had wielded lightning, severed the heavens, and survived the wrath of Drevon—and slowly clenched them into fists. + +"The blessing of the Primordial is truly the most important reward I could get from the tower," Max muttered under his breath, his fists tightening with a quiet intensity. + +He stood still, letting the weight of those words settle in his mind, remembering the expression on the original master’s face when he had spoken of it—how he had called being recognised by the Primordial his greatest fortune. + +And now Max understood. It wasn’t just about power or authority. It was something deeper—like the universe itself had paused for a moment and marked him as worthy. + +He believed it wasn’t the tower alone that had chosen him, but the Primordial who once reigned over it. That recognition passed from the original master to him, like an inheritance not of blood but of fate. + +And because the Primordial accepted him, the tower—the legacy it left behind—followed suit. And with that acceptance, came rewards that went beyond imagination, rewards that were not just earned, but granted. + +"Hehe, good," Max muttered with a spark of excitement in his voice, his fists tightening with renewed strength. There was a fire in his eyes—controlled, focused, but unmistakably fierce. + +He turned to Xolo, the golden tower spirit hovering calmly beside him, and asked, "How are things in the tower?" His voice was casual, but a hint of curiosity lingered beneath. + +Xolo, always composed, replied with a neutral tone, "As usual. But over the past year, the number of demons within the tower has increased drastically. Not only that, the humans who once stood together have started turning on each other. Power struggles, territory disputes, even bloodshed over comprehension rooms of the Chamber of Concepts—it’s growing out of hand." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly at that. "It seems like it’s finally time for me to showcase my Authority," he said with a faint gleam in his eyes. + +Then, with a mere wave of his hand, space twisted around him—and in the next moment, two familiar figures materialized in the soft blue expanse of the hidden floor: Alice, eyes wide with disbelief, and Princess Lenavira, visibly stunned as her gaze landed on Max. + +"Max!" + +Alice was confused at first as to where she had suddenly appeared, but then, noticing the figure of Max, her eyes teared up, her face gained color, her world brightened up... + +For one whole year, she had lived with the crushing thought that Max might have died—that he might never return, that he was gone forever. + +And now, seeing him standing in front of her, alive, breathing, whole... it shattered the dam of emotions she had been holding back. + +She ran forward without thinking, her voice breaking as she called his name again, "Max!" Her arms wrapped around him tightly, trembling, as if afraid he might disappear if she let go. + +"I thought I lost you..." she whispered, her voice soaked in relief, in grief, in joy all at once. + +"I am here," Max whispered as he pulled Alice into a tight embrace, his arms trembling slightly as he felt her warmth seep into his being. It was a warmth he feared he’d never feel again—a comfort he had longed for in the darkest depths of that red sphere. + +As he held her, memories of the agony surged through him—the moment he unleashed the violet lightning, the way his body scorched, the way his strength crumbled, and the hopelessness that followed. + +He would be lying if he said he hadn’t regretted it in that moment. He would be lying if he said despair hadn’t clutched his heart when death inched closer. + +In those final flashes of pain and fading thought, he hadn’t thought of glory or revenge or power. No—he had thought of her. Of Alice. Of her smile, her scolding, her quiet support, and the way she made him feel human again amidst the chaos of his world. + +She was the only one he had ever truly opened himself to among all, the only one who had seen him not just as the strongest geniu—but simply as Max. + +And now, holding her close, alive and breathing, he realized something far more terrifying than death—that losing her without ever truly showing her what she meant to him would’ve been the greatest mistake of his life. + +"I am sorry I have made you worry." Max said softly amidst her cry, promising himself to not let her worry about him ever again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-491.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-491.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..048f611 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-491.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 491: Despair for demons" +slug: "ch-491" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 491 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"It’s good that you’re fine." Alice wiped away the last of her tears, her lips finally curling into a soft smile—one she hadn’t worn in over a year. That one year had been too long, too painful, too uncertain. But now, as she looked at Max standing there before her, warm and real, the burden slowly slipped off her chest. + +"Don’t worry," Max said gently, still holding her in his arms. "I won’t die that easily." His voice was calm, but the embrace said more than words ever could. It wasn’t just comfort—it was a promise. + +They remained like that, unmoving, in each other’s arms, the world fading out as if the vast blue expanse of the tower held only the two of them. But the quiet was broken by a light, polite cough. + +"Ahem." Lenavira cleared her throat softly, a reminder that they weren’t alone. + +"Ah—" Alice jumped slightly, cheeks turning bright red as she quickly stepped away from Max, her head bowed in embarrassment. + +Max couldn’t help but laugh, his chest rumbling lightly as he turned toward Lenavira. "I must thank you," he said, sincerity lacing his tone. "For saving me. That was a close call." + +"Humph. Of course." Lenavira responded with a light toss of her hair, though her usual regal haughtiness was softened. Her voice held a rare warmth. "But you were in terrible shape... I honestly thought..." She trailed off, the shadow in her eyes finishing the sentence she couldn’t say aloud. + +"I thought so too," Max admitted, offering a reassuring smile, "but I’m here. I made it. So don’t worry." + +Lenavira gave a small nod, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She glanced at Alice—now smiling again—and her heart eased. For the past year, she had watched her fade like a ghost, shattered by loss. And now, finally, a light had returned to her face. + +"Alright," Max said, stretching his arms with a confident grin, "let’s head to the tenth floor. I have a few things to take care of." + +*** + +In the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth, everything came to a sudden halt. No one spoke. No one moved. Not a single sound echoed through the grand hall as Max Morgan appeared out of nowhere, flanked by Alice and Princess Lenavira. + +His steps were steady, calm, and filled with quiet strength—but his presence felt like thunder in a still sky. + +Eyes widened. Mouths parted. Weapons lowered. The elves, the humans, even the demons... all stared in complete disbelief. + +For a whole year, they had accepted the truth that Max was dead. Stories of his battle with Drevon had turned into whispered legends. The demons had boasted about it, humans had mourned it, and even the elves had eventually stopped hoping. + +His name became a memory—a tragic end to a once-glorious prodigy. And now, that very figure stood before them, alive. Breathing. Radiating power. + +The human geniuses looked stunned, as if struggling to reconcile what they were seeing with what they’d been told. + +And among the elves, whispers broke out—soft, astonished, trembling whispers. + +"Is that really him...?" + +"But he... he died." + +"No... that’s Max Morgan. He’s alive." + +A few even dropped to one knee in silent awe. The tension in the air was heavy. + +But among all those who stood frozen in disbelief, it was the demons who reacted the most... viscerally. Their faces paled—some subtly, others with visible trembles. + +One demon warrior, tall and cloaked in bone armor, instinctively stepped back, his hand twitching toward the hilt of his weapon, only to stop mid-motion, realizing the sheer foolishness of that instinct. + +Another demon, with ash-grey skin and crimson tattoos across his face, muttered under his breath, "Impossible... he was dead." + +A younger demon near the back of the crowd outright stumbled, falling to one knee as he felt Max’s gaze sweep past him, as if that single look had pressed against his soul. + +The more elite ones—the one at the Seeker Ranks—tried to keep composed, but the flicker of fear in their eyes betrayed them. + +They had spread the tale themselves, that Max Morgan had died fighting Drevon, their great ally. They had laughed at it, boasted about it, and used it as a tool to crush the morale of others. + +And now... the man they claimed was reduced to ash stood before them very much alive, and worse, far stronger than before. Not one of them dared speak now. + +Even the humans were shocked. Sun Faction were happy that Max died because his potential was too much and he wasn’t under their command. + +And a human not under their command was their enemy. + +But at this moment they all stood frozen in disbelief. + +No one knew what this meant yet, but one thing was certain—Max’s return would shake the foundations of Lost Continent. + +"I see... So, rumours of my death have already been spread," Max muttered calmly, his voice echoing in the silent chamber as his eyes swept across the crowd, lingering coldly on the demons gathered near the back. + +He turned fully to face them, his expression no longer calm, but hard—unforgiving. "You know," he began, voice sharpening like a blade, "when I killed Craig, I was granted an Authority. But unlike ordinary Authorities that fade or shift with time... mine is permanent." + +A hush fell over the entire floor, not a single breath sounding. + +Max continued, each word like thunder rolling across a quiet sky. "This Authority allows me to expel anyone I wish from this tower. And not just that—once expelled, they cannot re-enter. Not ever. Unless I personally permit it."𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +The moment Max’s words fell upon the chamber like a divine decree, the atmosphere shifted. The demons didn’t scream or protest—no, they stood still, their eyes wide, their faces pale, and their hearts pounding not with the fear of death but something far worse. + +Despair. The kind that crushes futures. + +They didn’t fear Max taking their lives... they feared him taking their access. The Tower of Truth wasn’t just a sanctuary of learning or a place for trial—it was the very backbone of balance between the three dominant races: humans, elves, and demons. + +It was where their youths grew, where comprehension of concepts flourished, where forgotten legacies awakened, and where even the weak could reach the heavens if they had the resolve. It was the soul of progress. + +And now, Max—recognized by the tower—stood before them, declaring that he could sever their ties to this very foundation. Permanently. The implication hit harder than any sword. + +Without access to the tower, the demons’ next generation would grow weaker with every passing year. They would fall behind the elves, behind the humans. And with no resources, no inheritance grounds to train in, and no comprehension chambers to elevate their geniuses, their race would slip into decline—quiet, suffocating decline. + +And when the balance shattered, and the scales tipped, it wouldn’t be long before the elves and humans—stronger, faster, more evolved—would erase the demon race entirely, claiming their lands and history as footnotes of the past. + +The demons didn’t tremble because Max threatened them. They trembled because, for the first time, they realized... he could end them without lifting a finger. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-492.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-492.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df97630 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-492.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 492: Use of Authority" +slug: "ch-492" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 492 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1335 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"I don’t believe you have such power over the tower!" a booming voice shattered the silence, drawing every gaze toward its source. + +A hulking demon stepped forward—Greg, the 2nd Seat of the demon race. His skin was a deep, blazing red, his body armored in darkened scale-like skin, and two jagged horns curved upward from his skull like spears ready to impale the sky. His presence alone was oppressive, radiating the aura of a seasoned warrior and a symbol of authority among his kind. + +"He’s bluffing," Greg snarled, his crimson eyes glaring at Max with defiance. "You may have some recognition from the tower, but no one—no one in history—has ever had the power to ban an entire race from the Tower of Truth. Do you expect us to believe that a human not even of Seeker Rank can wield such a ridiculous authority?" + +Murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowd of demons. + +"He might be right," one demon whispered, voice tinged with cautious hope. + +"It sounds impossible. Not even Drevon could do such a thing." Another nodded in agreement, clinging to that logic. + +"Yeah, Max is strong, terrifying even... but this? Permanent expulsion from the tower? It sounds made up." + +With Greg stepping forward to confront Max, the tide of demon doubt rose. Their fear began to twist into denial, into false confidence, and for a brief moment, they allowed themselves to believe that Max was bluffing—that his power was limited, his authority exaggerated. + +They reasoned, they hoped, they clung to the idea that the Tower of Truth was beyond even someone like Max. But deep inside, where fear lingered like poison in their veins, none of them could shake the cold sweat forming at the back of their necks. + +What if he was telling the truth? + +Max simply shrugged, unfazed by their denial and arrogance. "I don’t care if you believe me or not," he said flatly, his voice cold and absolute. + +Then, without warning, he raised his right hand and casually pointed it toward the group of demons, who instinctively recoiled, their bodies tensing as if bracing for some incoming force. Their bravado faltered, cracks of uncertainty forming in their expressions. + +And then Max spoke, his tone like a decree written into the fabric of reality itself. "Expel and ban all the demons from entering the Tower of Truth." The words echoed, not through sound alone, but through the very space of the tower. + +In the blink of an eye, a ripple of golden energy surged from Max’s hand—silent, majestic, irreversible. The demons didn’t even have time to scream. One by one, they vanished, as if the tower itself rejected their existence. + +Those on the tenth floor flickered out of sight, panic frozen on their faces. Those training below vanished mid-sparring, mid-step, mid-thought. Even the prodigies secluded deep within the Chamber of Concepts, bathing in the rare light of understanding, were suddenly and forcefully ripped away from their enlightenment and thrown out. + +Every single demon—without exception—was erased from the Tower of Truth in an instant. The silence that followed was thunderous, like the stillness after a divine judgment. + +Max lowered his hand slowly, his expression unreadable, while everyone else remained frozen in stunned disbelief. The impossible had just happened. + +*** + +Just outside the grand, towering entrance of the Tower of Truth, chaos erupted as thousands of demons suddenly fell from the sky like scattered raindrops, crashing down onto the rocky plains that surrounded the sacred structure. + +They hit the ground in clusters—some tumbling, some landing hard, others crying out in shock and confusion. It was as if the sky had rejected them, throwing them out without explanation. + +Panic set in among the younger demons, while the stronger ones scrambled to regain composure, their eyes wide, darting around as they tried to make sense of what had just happened. + +Most of them had no idea what had gone wrong. One moment, they were engaged in their usual activities—fighting in the battle arenas, spectating duels, meditating in silence, or simply walking the halls of the ancient tower—and in the next moment, the world shifted beneath their feet and they were free-falling through the air. Bewilderment turned to alarm. Confusion gave way to fear. + +Only a handful, the ones who had been on the tenth floor just moments ago, understood the terrifying truth of what had happened. Their expressions darkened, some clenched their fists in silent fury, others paled as realization settled like ice in their veins. + +But even then there were some who refused to believe that Max could actually ban them from entering the tower. + +"I don’t believe it," Greg muttered, fury bubbling beneath his red skin as he marched forward toward the tower’s entrance. His heavy footsteps echoed as he stepped closer, muscles tensed, eyes burning. + +But the moment he attempted to cross the threshold, an invisible force struck him like a hammer to the chest. His massive body slammed against the unseen barrier and rebounded backwards, staggering him. + +"No! How could this be?!" Greg roared, his voice booming as he clenched his fists and unleashed a furious punch at the invisible wall. + +Bang! + +The sound echoed, but the barrier didn’t even ripple. Not a crack, not a dent. Nothing. He punched again. And again. Each strike echoed with hopelessness, the strength of a peak-level demon bouncing off like raindrops against steel. + +His breath grew heavy, his fists bloodied from his own effort, but the wall remained unmoved. His fury drained, replaced by something far more crushing—despair. + +He dropped to his knees right before the sealed entrance, eyes wide, fists trembling. "How could this be?" he whispered, his voice raw and broken. + +Other demons, seeing Greg’s attempt, rushed forward in panic. They too tried. Some with brute force, others attempting to slip through, cast shadow spells, teleportation—every method they could muster. + +But nothing worked. Each and every one of them was stopped cold by the same invisible, unrelenting force. Gasps turned into cries. Shouts turned into silence. + +"Max... he truly banned us..." + +"No! What happens to us now?!" + +"We’re locked out forever...?" + +"Without the tower... our race will fall behind. We won’t survive this age." + +"How did this happen? He was dead... How could he have the power to do this?!" + +Their voices mixed with disbelief and horror, echoing in the air like a dirge. One by one, the proud demons collapsed before the entrance, staring up at the unreachable tower that once welcomed them, now forever closed. + +They weren’t just locked out of a building—they were locked out of the future. And they could do nothing but despair. + +For the first time in the history of the tower, an entire race had been barred from entering, and now the towering monument loomed before them like a divine gate that would never again open its doors to them. + +The demons stared at its sealed entrance, thousands of faces twisted in disbelief, anger, despair—and above all, helplessness.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +*** + +Back in tower, Max moved his eyes towards the humans. "Xolo, can you recognise those humans from the Sun Faction?" He asked in his mind. + +"I can differentiate between the two factions if you are asking." Xolo replied. + +"Good." Max’s expression turned fierce. He didn’t forget how despite being a human Nova joined forces with demons and chose to ally himself with Drevon. + +"Expel and ban the humans from the Sun Faction from entering the tower until I say so." Max said ruthlessly. + +"It’s done." Xolo replied. + +"Good." Max smiled seeing some humans gathered before then just vanished in front of his eyes. + +"There you are," suddenly a voice suddenly cut through the stillness behind him, casual and a bit amused. Max turned, startled by the familiar tone, and his eyes landed on a crack shimmering behind him like a rift in space. From it, the voice spoke again, clearer this time. + +"Hey Max, it’s me—Lucien. Come to my room. There’s someone I want you to meet. Someone who can help with your... soul problem." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-493.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-493.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..74f9205 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-493.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 493: To the Elf Kingdom" +slug: "ch-493" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 493 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Lucien?" Max muttered, surprised to hear from him again after so long. The familiar voice brought back memories of strange times and even stranger encounters, but what caught Max off guard more than the call itself was what Lucien said—someone who could help with his soul problem. + +Max’s heart skipped a beat at the thought. + +’Is it the Witch of the North? I should check it out,’ he thought, his gaze drifting across the tenth floor of the Tower of Truth, now empty of demons. With them gone, he felt the tower would return to its peaceful state soon enough—a place of learning and growth instead of tension and conflict. + +That was the kind of tower he had envisioned since gaining his Authority. + +Turning to Alice and Lenavira, Max’s eyes softened. "I have a matter to attend," he said calmly, his voice steady but sincere. "And I promise... after I’m done with this, I’ll come for you." + +But Alice, as always, saw through him. She narrowed her eyes, her voice sharper. "What soul problem is he talking about, Max?" she asked, clearly not convinced by his vague promise. + +Max hesitated. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. What could he even say to ease her worry? There was no simple explanation for the damage he carried inside. + +But then, he exhaled slowly, making his decision. "Come with me then," he said, meeting her eyes with quiet determination. "You’ll know everything." + +He had kept her in the dark before, thinking it was for her own good—but not anymore. If she was going to be by his side, then she deserved to know the truth. All of it. + +"You should come too, since we’re going to your kingdom after all," Max said, glancing at Princess Lenavira with a faint smile. She blinked, caught off guard for a second, then quickly nodded in agreement. + +Without wasting time, Max turned toward the crack in space—a strange shimmering tear floating behind him—and stepped through it. + +Alice followed right after him, her eyes flicking around warily as if expecting the tear to shift or vanish before she passed through. + +Lenavira came next, her expression a mix of curiosity and caution as she entered. And then, the moment all three figures disappeared through it, the crack quietly sealed itself behind them, fading away like a mirage under sunlight—silent, clean, and absolute, as if it had never existed in the first place. + +*** + +Just as they passed through the crack, the strange sensation of stepping between realities faded and the three of them—Max, Alice, and Lenavira—found themselves standing in a clean, spacious hall bathed in soft white light. + +The walls shimmered with faint golden threads, as if space itself was stitched together by something ancient and powerful. It was the hall Max had walked once before. + +And at the center of the hall stood a single figure—a young man no older than sixteen, with sharp red eyes and unruly red hair that brushed past his brows. Lucien. + +His presence was oddly relaxed, almost carefree, but the moment he saw Max, a smile tugged at his lips. "Max, you’re here... and alive. Good." + +His gaze then shifted gently to Alice. "You must be Max’s friend. Welcome to my home." + +"I am Alice." Alice nodded lightly introducing herself, her expression a bit confused as she unable to see through his strength. + +Lucien turned toward a sleek door tucked at the edge of the hallway, clearly intent on leading them further in, but before he could reach for the handle, Max spoke up, his voice low and direct. "Is the Witch of the North here?" + +At that, Lucien paused and offered a faint smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Yup. Not just her—seems like something major is brewing between the two continents. A lot of people are moving pieces behind the scenes. Leaders from Valora are gathering too." + +Hearing this, Max’s expression tightened, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t small. + +Lucien opened the door with a light push, and they stepped into his room. Surprisingly, it was barren—just a bed pushed against one side, a wooden table with a pair of VR gaming glasses lying idly on top along with a chair and nothing else. + +As always. + +’Does this guy only play games or what?’ Max thought to himself, eyeing the plain room. The only standout object—a pair of VR gaming glasses on the table—seemed oddly out of place for someone involved in the political and mystical complexities of two entire continents. + +And it wasn’t like anything else Max had seen other than the VR gaming glasses in his room for the last two times he was here. + +Before he could dwell on it further, Lucien turned to them with a polite smile. "Princess Lenavira and Alice, you two must wait here," he said gently but firmly. "The place I’m about to take Max is... forbidden. Even I can’t bend the rules enough to bring anyone else in. So, forgive my inability to take you and please wait here quietly." + +Max instinctively frowned at the words, but he didn’t argue. Deep down, he understood. The Witch of the North was not just another power—she was a legend, a mystery cloaked in secrecy, and anything related to her likely demanded an equally veiled approach. + +And if something wrong go down there, forget about Alice, he couldn’t even protect himself. So he didn’t mind if Alice stayed behind for this. + +He turned to Alice, his voice soft. "I promise I’ll tell you everything when I’m done with this." + +She looked at him with worry swimming in her eyes, but she nodded. "Take care." + +A small smile curved on Max’s lips. "You too." He held her gaze for a moment longer, then turned to Lucien. "Let’s go." + +Without another word, Lucien placed a hand on Max’s shoulder. A pulse of energy shimmered between them—and in the blink of an eye, both of them vanished from the room, leaving Alice and Lenavira behind in the quiet stillness. + +"Alice, you wanted to visit my elf kingdom, right?" Princess Lenavira said with a soft smile, her eyes glowing with pride. "Let’s go. It’s time I show you just how amazing my kingdom truly is." + +Alice’s eyes lit up instantly, the gloom of the past year finally lifting from her face. She nodded quickly, unable to contain her excitement. "Let’s go! Let’s go!" she said with a laugh, grabbing Lenavira’s hand as if they were old childhood friends about to embark on their favorite adventure. + +And with that, the two girls walked out of the room together, their footsteps light, voices full of anticipation echoing through the quiet halls. For the first time in a long while, there was joy. There was laughter between them. + +*** + +Max suddenly found himself floating in an utterly bizarre realm, a place that looked nothing like the normal world he knew. Everything around him floated—tables, TVs, chairs, stacks of books, strange tools, even clothes—all drifting in a soft pink space that shimmered like the inside of a bubble. It felt like being trapped inside someone’s daydream. + +There was no ground, no ceiling, just endless pink hue and drifting objects that had no business being together. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-494.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-494.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..58e4ba2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-494.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 494: Witch of the North" +slug: "ch-494" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 494 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1250 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max looked around, confused and weightless, trying to make sense of the surreal place, when his gaze was drawn to the center of it all. + +There, sitting atop a large velvet armchair that floated like a throne among the clutter, was a woman dressed entirely in black—long coat, black boots, and a tilted black hat that cast a mysterious shadow over her face. + +Her bright green hair glowed unnaturally in the pinkish light, flowing down her shoulders with a soft, otherworldly shimmer. Her posture was poised and relaxed, but there was a cold, commanding presence about her that made Max instinctively wary. + +She turned her head slowly in his direction, her eyes narrowing with interest, and a ripple—like the surface of disturbed water—flashed across them. "Is that the kid, Lucien?" she asked, her voice low and melodic. + +"Yeah," Lucien answered, appearing beside Max with a casual tone. "He’s the one with the soul problem." + +A moment later, as if pulled by an unseen force, both Max and Lucien drifted gently through the pink-tinged air toward the woman at the center. Without ever flapping a wing or touching the ground, they floated until they landed softly before her. The surreal space pulsed with quiet energy, but it was her voice that cut through it all. + +"Sit down," she said, her eyes still fixed on Max with an unsettling calm. + +The words hadn’t even fully left her mouth before Lucien suddenly found himself seated in a plush chair that had materialized beneath him. + +Max, however, remained standing—right beside her. He didn’t speak. Neither did she. Instead, her hand slowly reached out toward his forehead, and although his instincts screamed otherwise, Max didn’t resist. + +Her fingers lightly touched his skin, and for a moment, a cold chill traveled down his spine—like someone had just opened a doorway inside his soul. + +"Hmm..." she murmured with the faintest smile. "Your Yin Soul is missing. Only the Yang Soul remains... and it’s just barely sustaining your physical form. How fascinating." Her tone was calm, but it held a dark kind of glee that twisted in Max’s gut. Then she turned to Lucien, her grin widening in amusement. "You were right. This one... could make a remarkable test subject." + +Max’s eyes narrowed instantly, a sense of danger screaming in his head. He took a sharp step back, instinctively putting distance between them. + +"Relax," she said with a chuckle, her voice like silk wrapped around a dagger. "I won’t break you. Not yet, anyway." + +She leaned back slightly in her strange throne of floating cushions and fabric. Her eyes, glowing faintly under the brim of her black hat, didn’t leave Max for even a second as she spoke, her voice dripping with curiosity and dark delight. "I’ve never seen someone like you before. Truly, look at you—alive and kicking." + +She smiled, but there was something eerie behind it. "I’ve encountered many people missing one half of their soul. Most of them with only the Yang or the Yin soul usually crumble in a matter of days. A week at most. But you..." + +She tilted her head slightly, almost admiringly. "From what I can tell, it’s been _years_ since your Yin soul disappeared. And yet here you are—completely functional. That alone makes you fascinating." + +Max didn’t react to her praise. His voice remained calm, polite, focused. "Can you solve this problem?" + +He didn’t care for her compliments or twisted fascination. If he couldn’t restore his soul, he couldn’t progress any further. He would be stuck in the peak of Adept Rank forever for the moment he level up to Seeker Rank, his Yang Soul would crumble under his exponential increase in strength and he would die. + +And if he couldn’t progress, he couldn’t face Drevon again—and next time, he didn’t plan to lose. + +"I can," she said almost casually. + +Before he could respond, Max’s body was suddenly pulled forward through the air—teleported right in front of her in the blink of an eye. Her hands, cool and precise, ran lightly from his chin down to his neck as if she were feeling for something under the skin, examining the spiritual damage with her touch rather than her magic. + +A shiver raced down Max’s spine. Instinctively, he floated backward, breaking free of her hand. ’What’s up with this woman?!’ he thought, trying to mask the discomfort crawling up his back. + +But she only laughed softly, the kind of laugh that made it clear she knew exactly how unsettling she was. "Relax, little genius," she said. "I’m just measuring what’s broken... so I know how to put you back together." + +Max clenched his jaw and stepped forward, forcing down the instinct to retreat. The Witch of the North watched him with that faint, unsettling smile, her gloved fingers rising again—this time, gently resting on his chest, right above his heart. + +Max didn’t notice the soft pink glow that shimmered beneath her palm, a glowing rune forming and pulsing faintly on his skin like a marking of ownership, but Lucien did. His brows furrowed immediately, his eyes darkening, yet he stayed silent, watching. + +Her expression changed slightly, a glimmer of amusement and understanding passing through her eyes as she peered at Max more intently. "I see..." she murmured, pulling her hand back slowly as the rune vanished. Her eyes met Max’s once again. "I can’t help your soul problem." + +The words struck like a hammer. + +"What? You can’t?!" Max’s voice broke through the stillness, and his heart sank fast. For a moment, despair rose in his chest like a flood. After everything—after hoping, after placing his last chance here... + +But then her chilling smile returned, and her voice followed like silk hiding razors. "Don’t get worked up, little genius." She leaned back, eyes sharp. "I said I can’t fix your soul, yes... but I never said I can’t help with the effects of your broken soul." + +Max’s breath caught. + +"You see," she continued, her voice smooth and steady, "when you level up to Seeker Rank, your Yang Soul—being the only part holding your entire existence together—will collapse under the strain. And when it does... you’ll die. Painfully, quickly." Her grin widened slightly. "But I can change that. I can stabilize your Yang Soul, no matter how strong you become. Whether you reach Seeker or something far beyond, your soul will remain intact—until the moment we find the solution for your soul problem." + +Lucien, sitting calmly silently beside them, narrowed his eyes. + +"You can do that?" Max asked, his voice tinged with disbelief, yet a flicker of hope danced in his eyes. + +For so long, the issue of his fractured soul had loomed over him like a silent curse. He hadn’t truly realized the severity of it—he had lived nearly seven years without his Yin Soul and, aside from the occasional, unexplained waves of fatigue and weakness, there hadn’t been anything drastic to worry about. + +But after knowing that advancing to Seeker Rank would cause his very soul to collapse, could cause him to die, he understood the danger that had been quietly threatening him all along. + +Still, if this woman, the infamous Witch of the North, could truly stabilize his remaining Yang Soul and eliminate the risk of soul strain from advancing in strength, then... then maybe the problem wasn’t as devastating as it once seemed. + +Maybe, just maybe, he could finally grow stronger like everyone else—without chains holding him back, without the constant fear that his next breakthrough might kill him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-495.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-495.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eb7a796 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-495.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 495: A Tale of two Little Souls" +slug: "ch-495" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 495 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1242 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max’s heart had only just begun to stir with hope when, without warning, a wave of heavy drowsiness swept over him. His eyes blurred, and his knees weakened. + +’What’s going on?’ he thought, panic rising. He tried to resist it—biting his lip, digging his nails into his palms, clenching his jaw—but nothing worked. The overwhelming force of sleep was like a tide dragging him under. + +And then, just as his body collapsed, a bed floated silently beneath him, catching his fall as if it had been waiting. + +Lucien, still standing nearby with a sharp glint in his eyes, broke the silence. "How did your mark appear on his body?" he asked, his tone curious. "I’m certain Max had never met you before today—so how did the Mark of the Witch Queen appear on his chest?" + +The woman seated elegantly at the center of the strange domain smiled faintly, resting one arm over the edge of her chair. + +"Well, aren’t you an inquisitive one, Little Lucien?" Her voice was soft, but every word seemed dipped in something older—something powerful. "Was it seven years ago? No... maybe eight. I don’t remember the exact timing. But one day, while passing through the frost-covered lands in the far north, I witnessed something strange. A boy and a girl suddenly fell from the sky." + +She leaned back, her green hair glowing faintly in the pink haze of her realm. "The girl was fine—sturdy and fierce despite her age—but the boy... he was dying. Too fast. His soul had already begun to unravel. Whatever force had sent them here hadn’t been kind to him." + +Her expression darkened slightly. "I only happened to pass through that region by chance. But what I saw... the little girl clutching his body, trying to pour her life into his, begging some unknown force to save him. It was heartbreaking." + +Her eyes drifted to Max’s unconscious form. "But it was also foolish. Her desperate efforts only worsened the damage. It was clear—he wouldn’t last another hour." + +She glanced toward Lucien, her tone steady but tinged with something deeper. "In the end, I took pity on them and brought them under my wings. At the time, I didn’t know who they were, only that they had fallen from somewhere—or something—far beyond this world. I checked the boy’s condition, hoping I could stabilize him, but what I discovered horrified me." + +Her eyes drifted to Max’s sleeping form, still resting in the bed that floated weightlessly in the domain. "The boy had just lost his Yin Soul. And let me tell you something interesting—whoever did it didn’t just take his Yin Soul. They took something else from him first, something deeper. Then, after whatever they extracted, they ripped away the Yin Soul and left him to die. That boy was meant to perish, Lucien—not survive." + +Lucien’s expression didn’t shift dramatically, but a flicker of surprise crept into his eyes, as if a hidden suspicion had just found roots. + +She continued, her voice now low and slow, as if speaking more to herself than to him. "There was only one way I could think of to save him—and that was to find him a new Yin Soul. But that’s easier said than done. Back then, it was impossible. Even now, I can’t fabricate one from thin air. So, I did what I could. I used my Witch Seal to mark them both—the boy and the girl. A subtle, quiet connection formed between them, an echo of their life force." + +She closed her eyes for a moment, recalling. "For the girl, the mark worked perfectly. As long as she lived, the boy wouldn’t die easily. But the witch seal didn’t work as efficiently as I thought. His soul was incomplete, fractured. Yet something about him, something about his body and bloodline, made the seal hold even with his fractured half soul. Fragile at first, but it held. And that’s how he lived." + +She added slowly, her eyes fixed on Max’s unconscious body as if peering through time itself, "However, I knew from the beginning... the moment his strength would start to rise, the moment his body would begin to cross thresholds it was never meant to reach alone—his Yang Soul would begin to crumble. It was inevitable. The Witch Seal, after all, wasn’t made to carry the burden of growth. Its purpose was singular—to keep the boy from dying right then and there by linking his fragile life force to the girl’s." + +She added. "It was a tether, not a cure. It gave him time, nothing more. And when his Yang Soul finally gave out... when it collapsed under the strain of power far beyond its endurance, he would die. And no matter how strong the Witch Seal was, it would not save him at that point, because for it to work, a part of his original soul needed to exist. And without the Yin Soul... that balance was already broken. The seal would become useless the moment that last thread snapped." + +She sighed softly, her gaze distant as if recalling a burden she’d carried for years. "And if the boy dies... so will the girl. That is the cruel truth of the Witch Seal I used. The connection I created wasn’t a temporary link, but a binding of fate itself. Their life forces are intertwined. So long as he breathes, she will. But if he perishes... the seal will drag her with him into death and vice-versa. That’s the price of what I did." + +Her voice was calm, but there was a faint trace of guilt beneath her composed tone. "Max has survived all this time not because he was lucky, or because of some miracle. He survived because I made him survive—because my Witch Seal tied his fading life to the girl’s vitality. Without her, he would’ve crumbled to ash long ago." + +She glanced at Max again, her expression unreadable. "And now... the balance is slipping because the little boy has turned into a little genius." + +"So it was you who helped him back then... the reason he managed to live without a Yin Soul all this time," Lucien said, his voice touched with genuine surprise. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if reevaluating everything he knew about Max’s past. + +But before the weight of that realization could linger too long, the Witch of the North laughed lightly, a melodic yet slightly eerie sound that echoed strangely in the domain. "Oh, Little Lucien," she said, eyes gleaming with amusement, "you’re smart, I’ll give you that, but you’ve never been good at hiding your curiosity—especially not from me." + +Her tone was teasing, but her words were sharp. "You have sensed the Witch Seal on the boy’s body way before, didn’t you? That’s why you brought him here. You weren’t just trying to help him—no, you also wanted to understand the seal, to confirm your suspicions. You knew I had something to do with it, and you wanted to see for yourself." + +Lucien merely shrugged in response, an innocent smile forming on his lips as he looked away, whistling softly like a boy caught sneaking sweets from the kitchen. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said nonchalantly, but the glint in his eyes and the twitch of his smirk betrayed the truth. He had indeed known more than he let on. + +"And who is the little girl?" Lucien suddenly asked, his voice calm but his curiosity unmistakable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-496.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-496.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7303c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-496.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 496: Be with her till the end" +slug: "ch-496" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 496 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1314 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A sly smirk curled on the Witch of the North’s lips as she leaned ever so slightly toward him. "Oh my... You didn’t know about her connection to Max, like they were brother and sister? did you?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement and just the right amount of malice to make Lucien’s stomach twist. + +His expression, so often nonchalant, instantly shifted into something far more serious—taut, tense—before sheer disbelief swept over him. "Don’t tell me..." he whispered, his voice barely holding its steadiness, "don’t tell me the little girl you mentioned in that story... was Freya?" He shot to his feet, eyes wide in stunned realization. + +She nodded slowly, folding her arms as she leaned back into her chair. "Indeed, it was Freya. It’s been quite some time since I last laid eyes on her, but I remember it well. She told me about her revenge—about the fire burning in her bones. That little girl, she’s... different. Hollow, in a way. She doesn’t laugh, she doesn’t rest, she doesn’t even live for herself. She only moves toward one thing—vengeance. It consumes her. Drives her." + +She sighed. "That’s why I recalled she left Max in the East Region with tempered memories hoping he wouldn’t awakened a good class and could live a peaceful life in the East Region unlike herself but I guess she has also prepared for a situation if he had awakened a good class leading to all of this. She also requested for me send some people to look after him before he awakens his class and I did but I was actually surprised by his growth speed. He truly is a genius." + +But Lucien didn’t seem to hear anything. + +He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing in place as the weight of that revelation settled in. The name Freya wasn’t just any name. She was the one he’d traveled with, fought alongside, shared silent moments of trust with—yet now, knowing she was the one tied so deeply to Max’s life, everything felt like it was collapsing inward. + +The Witch watched him quietly, her gaze sharp, but not unkind. "I heard rumors about you two being quite the pair in the Four God Nation," she said casually. "But let me offer you a warning, Little Lucien... From the very beginning, her world has been painted in the colors of revenge. What she sees in you isn’t love or loyalty. What she sees is your strength, your potential, your usefulness. Don’t forget that." Her words lingered in the space like a knife left stuck in flesh—unmoving, but bleeding all the same. + +Lucien took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if releasing the weight of the truth he had just been handed. "I know," he said quietly, but his voice carried a firm resolve. "I know she might be using me. I’ve known for a while now... but I will still follow her, wherever she goes." + +His gaze drifted slightly, his eyes distant as though watching a memory unfold in the air. "I remember her telling me once—there are hundreds of thousands of worlds far greater than ours that exist beyond this one. Realms so vast and powerful that they would make everything we know seem like a joke. But the people of our world... they simply lack the strength to break through and ascend to them." + +He paused, the memory replaying in his mind as if it were etched into his soul. "When I heard her say that, I was stunned. I mean, we’ve all heard the stories—the myths, the old texts, the cryptic prophecies—but hearing it from her... someone who had that clarity, that certainty... it made me believe it. The legends are true. There really are countless worlds out there. And our planet? Our entire Middle Domain? It’s just a speck of dust in the endless ocean of existence." + +His expression shifted then—not to fear or hesitation, but something deeper. Determination. Ambition. A spark that had been ignited long ago, now blazing into a full flame. + +"That’s why," he said firmly, "no matter if she’s using me or not... if following her leads me to that higher realm, to that world she spoke of, then I’ll go. Because maybe, just maybe... if I reach that world, I’ll finally be able to see the limit of my own potential. And maybe, I’ll find something there worth living for that isn’t just survival or revenge. For herself and for me." His voice grew quiet at the end, but it was steady—like a promise made not just to himself, but to the very stars that loomed beyond this small, bounded world. + +He added, his voice lower now, filled with a quiet intensity that even the strange pink-hued world around them seemed to hush in response. "I don’t want her to die... I don’t want her to be consumed by revenge until there’s nothing left of her. I’ve seen that look in her eyes—the emptiness, the weight she carries like a shadow stitched to her soul. I know what it means to live with that kind of pain. I know what it does to someone." + +He added clenching his fists. "And maybe that’s why I want something different for her. I want her to live a normal life, something neither of us ever really had. We were both thrown into this world, tossed into war and survival and things no child should’ve had to face. But if I can stand by her side, if I can be there—not just as a tool or a weapon she can use, but as someone who truly sees her—then maybe I can help carry that burden." + +He said his expression completely serious. "I want to share her pain, her grief, her silence. Not to change her, not to save her from it, but just so she knows that when the day comes... when her revenge is done and there’s nothing left to fight for... she won’t be alone. There will be someone there, waiting for her. Someone who still sees her for more than just what the world made her become." + +His gaze remained steady, not pleading, not desperate—just honest, as if he’d already accepted what may come, but still chose to stay. + +The Witch of the North smiled faintly at Lucien’s words, her fingers tracing slow circles on the floating armrest of her chair as the pink-hued world around them remained oddly still, as if listening. + +"Little Lucien, it seems you are truly in love with her," she said softly, almost wistfully. "I never thought the little boy I saved from those beasts back then would grow to be such a gentleman." Her voice carried a rare warmth, though it faded quickly back into her usual enigmatic calm. + +Lucien didn’t respond to the compliment. He lowered his head slightly, his expression unreadable, his heart heavy with everything he had just admitted. + +A few moments passed before he spoke again, his voice returning to a steadier, more curious tone. + +"I heard your solution to Max’s problem... but I have to say, it seems impossible." He lifted his eyes to meet hers, serious and firm. "One’s soul, energy, and physique—these are the pillars that uphold a person’s strength. If someone’s rank increases, if their power rises, all three must evolve in harmony. That’s how every cultivation system, every path of power works in this world. So I don’t understand how you can say Max’s strength can increase endlessly without affecting his soul. How is that even possible?" + +His voice wasn’t defiant but filled with genuine confusion and a touch of concern, not just for the logic of it but for Max himself. He had seen what damage could be done by reckless power when one part of a person’s foundation faltered, and the idea that someone like Max could bypass that entirely seemed... unnatural. Dangerous, even. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-497.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-497.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a86715b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-497.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 497: Only Solution" +slug: "ch-497" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 497 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1093 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"You are correct, but there is always a way," the Witch of the North said with a sly smile, leaning back into her floating chair as her sharp green eyes glinted under the brim of her black hat. + +Her voice was calm, but behind that calm was a confidence earned from centuries of forbidden knowledge and experimentation. "Since the day I found that boy—dying and broken—and temporarily granted him life by binding his remaining soul to Freya through my Witch Seal, I’ve been thinking of a permanent solution. I’ve studied him. Watched him. And after countless experiments over the years... I came to a very neat solution." + +Lucien’s eyes narrowed, a tension settling in the air as he asked, "What solution?" + +The Witch of the North’s smile remained, but her voice turned solemn. "I will erase his Yang Soul too." + +"What?!" Lucien jumped up, shock contorting his face as his voice echoed through the floating pink world. "You can’t be serious! He’s already on the verge of death—his body is only being sustained because of the Yang Soul’s fragile connection to the Witch Seal. If you erase that too, the seal will fail. And if that happens... both of them will die. Max and Freya!" + +His breath caught in his chest as he tried to grasp what she had just said, unable to believe she would risk both of their lives so carelessly. + +The Witch of the North, however, was unbothered. She raised a single finger and tapped it against her temple with a knowing look. "That would be true... if I were simply removing the soul and leaving the body empty. But I’m not. I intend to replace both Yin and Yang with something else entirely. Something beyond the normal constructs of soul. A binding that doesn’t strain with power but flows with it. Something... artificial—a perfect anchor not affected by mortal rules." + +Lucien froze, the implications slowly dawning on him. "You’re talking about making him a new foundation... something not born, but created?" + +She nodded, eyes glowing faintly. "A synthetic soul formed from an ancient alchemy I’ve nearly perfected. One that can adapt infinitely to strength without crumbling. One that can grow, morph, and evolve with him. No limits, no soul collapse. If it works..." she smiled darkly, "he will be the first of a new existence." + +"That’s the only solution," the Witch of the North said with unwavering calm, her voice echoing faintly in the strange pink domain as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the floating table before her. "Once a Yin or Yang Soul of a person is forcefully removed, they will die... That is the rule. The law of the world. It has existed since the beginning of life, and no matter how powerful, no being—mortal or divine—can change that. You can slow it, delay it, even mask it, but the end is inevitable. Death will come for them." + +Her fingers traced lazy circles in the air as if sketching invisible runes. "And there is no real solution either. You can’t just recreate a missing soul, Lucien. No matter how strong a person becomes, no matter what realm they ascend to, creating a part of someone else’s soul—Yin or Yang—is simply impossible. It’s not about power. It’s about essence. Identity. It’s something too intimate, too precise, too divine to ever be replicated." + +She paused, eyes now gazing far away, as though recalling every experiment she had tried. "And that’s why, after centuries of knowledge, after countless trials and failures—I’ve come to the conclusion: Max Morgan... cannot be saved. Not as he is. He has to die. Only then, only once his broken body and soul cease to function, can I implant the artificial soul—my creation. A soul not bound by the laws of the world. A synthetic construct that can bear the weight of growth without collapse. Something immortal." + +Lucien said nothing. The silence from him was heavy, his mind caught in a web of horror and consideration. He didn’t like where this was heading. He had known her for so long—trusted her knowledge, respected her brilliance—but she had always been a figure shrouded in shadows, never fully open, always keeping one hand behind her back. + +Now, hearing her speak so matter-of-factly about killing Max in order to save him, he felt that same old chill. A reminder that her logic, while brilliant, never cared for emotion or morality—only for results. + +"How sure are you?" Lucien finally asked after a long silence, his voice low, weary. "And tell me," he added, eyes fixed on her coldly, "what ingredients have you used to create that artificial soul?" + +The Witch of the North smiled, but it wasn’t a comforting one—it was eerie, quiet, laced with fascination. "I’m fifty percent sure," she said. "Maybe sixty, depending on how well the boy’s body reacts. But considering how strangely compatible he is with Infernal energy..." her voice trailed off for a beat before she added with a hint of excitement, "I’d say the chances are only going up." + +Lucien’s gaze sharpened. "And the essence?" he pressed. + +"The base of my artificial soul..." she said, her fingers gently tapping the table as if each word was carefully weighed, "was formed using what I extracted from Nulls... and Vespers." + +Lucien froze. His pupils contracted. "Those creatures?" he muttered, voice tinged with disbelief and growing wariness. His mind raced. + +"I see now... so that’s your goal. You want to artificially recreate what Ascendants undergo during Null Transformation." He paused for a moment, then added darkly, "Ascendants awaken a second soul... an alter ego forged from their own fears and desires during their first Null Transformation. When they lose control, that soul takes over... a Null Soul. You’re trying to bypass the transformation and implant one directly into Max." + +He added. "And the awakening of an alter ego or a Null Soul would surely give birth to a new soul in Max’s body." + +Her eyes gleamed with a strange, unnerving brilliance, lips curling upward ever so slightly in that knowing smile of hers. "You’re right, Lucien. But what I’m going to do won’t create an alter ego. Not even a trace of a Null Soul. That only happens during a proper Null Transformation, when the soul splits and mutates under pressure. Max won’t be going through that. He doesn’t need to." + +She leaned back into her floating chair, gazing into the rippling pink domain above them as if contemplating ancient truths. "Let me ask you something," she said, almost too casually. "What are Nulls, truly?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-498.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-498.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9df1cd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-498.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 498: Blood of Mark" +slug: "ch-498" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 498 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1015 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Lucien sighed under his breath, not unfamiliar with her riddles. "Beings born from the remnants of Mark’s original body," he replied. "Fragments of what was left behind after his body was sealed away. Pure anomalies that feed on souls and mutate reality. And Vespers... they’re humans who undergo Null Transformation using the blood of Mark’s original body. Mutated, twisted, but vastly powerful." + +He paused a beat before continuing. "And then there’s the Doomreavers. The final form of a human and Null whose bodies have been utterly consumed and corrupted by the blood of Mark’s original body. Beings of annihilation." + +The Witch of the North nodded slowly, her fingers intertwining as a glimmer of pink light pulsed at her palm. "Exactly," she whispered. "But I don’t have that blood. I don’t want that blood. So Max... won’t be walking the same path." + +Her voice dipped lower, more deliberate. "But guess what he does have? Something that Mark also possessed. Something pure, violent, and ever-hungry." + +Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "...Infernal Energy." + +"Yes... infernal energy," she murmured, almost reverently. "You wouldn’t believe what I discovered when I examined Max’s body just now. His entire being... it’s attuned to it. His mana and infernal energy don’t conflict. They coexist. That shouldn’t be possible. Infernal energy is inherently chaotic—it erodes, it devours, it corrupts. And yet, inside him, it behaves like it belongs. Like it’s been with him forever." She tilted her head, amused. "But I remember the child I once marked. He wasn’t like this. Not even close." + +She paused briefly, letting the revelation sink in before continuing. "Anyway, here’s the core of my plan—what I intend to do with the artificial soul. Just like a human undergoing Null Transformation with that cursed blood gives rise to a Vesper or worse... Max will undergo something similar. But not with Mark’s blood. No, his transformation will be fueled entirely by infernal energy. Instead of tearing him apart, it will build him." + +Her tone sharpened slightly. "But in order for the artificial soul to truly take root, to grow stable and self-sustaining, the Yang Soul must be removed. If I don’t, the moment the new soul begins to form, it will collide with the remnants of the Yang Soul—and the resulting imbalance would destroy everything. Not just his soul. His body. His existence." + +She looked Lucien directly in the eyes now, voice calm but firm. "That’s the price. The Yang Soul must go. Only then can something truly new take its place." + +Lucien sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he looked at Max lying unconscious on the floating bed, still wrapped in the strange shimmering energy that hung over him like a protective veil. + +He had heard everything, weighed the risks in his mind a thousand times already, and still, no better solution came to him. With a tired breath, he asked, "This won’t... do anything to Freya, right?" + +The Witch of the North, who had already begun gathering the tools of her trade, looked up briefly and gave a slight nod. "No. I’ll remove my Witch Seal from his Yang Soul before I extract it. That way, the link between their life forces will vanish. Their fates will return to what they were meant to be. She’ll be safe." + +Lucien nodded slowly, then closed his eyes for a second before speaking again. "Then do it." + +The Witch chuckled softly, her tone light but filled with something far more chilling. "I would’ve done it even if you’d said no, Little Lucien. But I appreciate the gesture." + +As she said those words, a thin, metallic needle materialized between her fingers, gleaming faintly in the eerie pink glow of the floating world. + +A strange machine floated toward her on its own, humming softly, its glass tubes filled with various fluorescent liquids—pinks, blues, and deep reds—glowing faintly like the heartbeat of some unnatural thing. It stopped just beside her, aligning itself perfectly as if it too understood the gravity of what was about to happen. + +"This," she said under her breath, her eyes now locked on Max’s body with a mixture of reverence and obsession, "will be my greatest piece of work." + +There was no fear in her gaze. Only fascination. Like an artist before a blank canvas. Like a scientist on the edge of a breakthrough. And as her fingers tightened around the needle, she whispered, almost lovingly, "Let’s begin." + +*** + +A week later, Max’s eyes fluttered open, his consciousness slowly returning as he found himself weightlessly floating in that same surreal pink-colored world. + +The sight before him was strange yet familiar—tables, teacups, furniture, and all sorts of oddities drifted around like fragments in a forgotten dream. + +His gaze shifted, and not far from him, he spotted Lucien and the Witch of the North seated comfortably, sipping tea with an unnerving calmness. + +"What... happened?" Max muttered, his voice hoarse but steady as he looked at them in confusion. + +However, before they could respond, a sudden rush of energy surged through him, and Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. He could feel it—clearly, purely, unshakably—his strength had risen. + +"Level 1... of Seeker Rank?" he muttered, stunned. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt. "Does this mean... your solution worked?!" + +Excitement briefly sparked in his eyes, but it felt strange—hollow somehow, like a fire burning in an empty room. Something was off. + +Lucien gave a faint, knowing smile. "It did. You’re fine now. Your soul can withstand any level of power you reach from here on. But tell me... do you feel anything strange?" + +Max paused at the question. He examined himself from within, trying to sense what might be different. No pain. No strain. No sense of instability. But there it was... a quiet, gnawing emptiness sitting deep at his core. + +It wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t brokenness. It was just... absence. A strange vacancy that made him feel lighter, colder. Yet his thoughts were sharp, his mind more focused than ever before. + +"I... I’m fine," he finally said, though a faint shadow lingered in his voice. He didn’t know what was missing—but something definitely was. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-499.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-499.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..61cfc5f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-499.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 499: Finally into the Seeker Rank" +slug: "ch-499" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 499 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1227 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Little Genius, you are all patched up," the Witch of the North said with a faint, amused smile, the pink hue of the surreal world casting a soft glow on her shadowed face. She sipped her tea slowly, her sharp eyes flickering with a glint of satisfaction. + +"Go on and do whatever you want from now on. But—" she raised one long finger, her voice turning serious, "if you ever feel anything strange—if your thoughts feel clouded, if you sense you’re not entirely yourself, or if anything feels even slightly off—you must come to me at all cost. Do you understand?" + +Max gave a solemn nod, his expression calm but respectful. + +"Good," she said again, leaning back in her floating chair. "Now off you go. I’ve already wasted a week on you. I have other matters to take care of." She waved her hand in an almost comically dismissive gesture. + +Max gave a small nod but didn’t say much more. Instead, he turned to Lucien. "Let’s leave." + +Lucien nodded and floated beside him, placing a hand on Max’s shoulder. Before they left, he gave the witch a short glance. "I’ll see you later," he said. + +With a blink of light, both of them vanished from the strange, floating world, leaving behind only drifting furniture and soft silence. + +The Witch of the North remained still, her teacup hovering before her untouched for the first time.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +She gazed at the spot where Max had stood and muttered softly to herself, "Did I do the right thing?" Her voice trembled ever so slightly, almost lost in the quiet. + +But then, as if catching herself in a moment of weakness, she shook her head with a bitter smile. "That girl is hell-bent on revenge... so the least I could do for her... is to keep her little brother alive." Her eyes dimmed slightly, filled with weight far heavier than her playful demeanor ever showed. + +*** + +Max and Lucien reappeared in the quiet room, but it didn’t take long for Max to realize something was off—Alice and Princess Lenavira were nowhere to be seen. + +The space was empty, untouched, as if no one had ever been there. + +Lucien let out a long sigh and slumped back onto his chair, stretching like someone who had just returned from a long, exhausting mission. + +"Now you’re good," he said, reaching over to grab his VR headset. "I need to play some games. You can go now." + +But Max didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on Lucien, eyes calm but questioning. "What are you doing in the Lower Domain?" he asked in a low voice. "Why are you really here? In the elf kingdom? I know you—being a guardian of the elves can’t be your purpose. That’s not you. What’s your real goal here?" + +Lucien, still half-turned toward his setup, paused for a moment before meeting Max’s eyes. + +Then he shrugged with casual indifference. "To keep an eye on Mark," he said plainly, "and the part of his soul trapped in the tower... that’s all." With that, he leaned back and pulled the VR glasses over his face, clearly ending the conversation. "Now go away. I really need some refreshing of my own." + +Max stood there for a moment, his expression unreadable. Eventually, he let out a faint sigh, gave Lucien one last glance, and walked out of the room without another word. The door shut quietly behind him. + +Alone in the corridor, Max glanced around before muttering under his breath, "Now where is Alice?" His voice held a mixture of curiosity and concern as he stepped further down the hallway. + +However, he hadn’t gone far when he spotted two familiar figures walking toward him through the hallway bathed in soft elven glow—Alice and Princess Lenavira. The moment their eyes met his, Alice’s pace quickened. + +"Max! You’re here!" she called out, her voice light with surprise and joy. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward him. + +Max froze in place, momentarily stunned by what he was seeing. She looked different—ethereal, almost. A delicate crown made of intertwined branches and tiny blooming flowers sat gently upon her head, and her attire was nothing like her usual clothing. + +It shimmered with a soft luster, draping her like the robes of the elves, elegant and flowing, enhancing her every movement with grace. She looked like she had walked straight out of a fairytale—like a fairy born from the forest. + +"You look beautiful," he suddenly blurted out, the words slipping from his mouth before he could even think to hold them back. + +"I-I am?" Alice blinked, clearly stunned by the compliment, but her cheeks quickly flushed a soft red as a shy smile tugged at her lips. + +"Yes," Max said, smiling back at her, though somewhere deep inside, he noticed something strange. He could admire her beauty—he could acknowledge it, even say it aloud—but he didn’t feel anything. No butterflies, no warm rush, not even the light flutter of affection he used to know. Just a quiet stillness inside. + +’Is something wrong with me?’ he wondered to himself, the thought lingering as he continued to smile gently at her. + +"You two didn’t even give it a second before you started flirting again," Princess Lenavira chimed in with a smirk, arms crossed as she stood off to the side, her teasing tone cutting through the soft moment like a playful jab. + +Max glanced at her and gave a helpless shrug, but said nothing, his gaze returning to Alice. "Let’s go," he said instead, voice calm but firm. "I have a lot to talk about with you." + +Alice nodded quickly, her blush still lingering on her cheeks as she turned to Lenavira. "Big Sis Lena, I’ll be going for now," she said warmly. "The past week... it’s been one of the best times of my life. Thank you for everything. I’ll see you at the tower." + +Lenavira nodded softly, her royal grace never faltering. "Don’t forget about me just because you’re with him now." + +"Big Sis Lena!" Alice’s face turned crimson, and she pouted adorably at the teasing remark, stamping her foot in mock frustration. + +The three of them shared a brief moment of light laughter—one that softened the heaviness of everything they had all gone through recently. + +Max, still silent, watched it all with a gentle smile, but inside, the hollowness remained—a strange, quiet void he couldn’t quite put into words. + +Still, he extended his hand toward Alice, and without hesitation, she took it. Together, they walked off, leaving Lenavira behind, the faint echo of laughter still hanging in the air. + +*** + +As they walked through the quiet paths of the Tower City, the night sky blanketed above them, dotted with stars that flickered gently, Max finally began to speak. + +"I never told anyone this," he said, his voice soft, almost hesitant. "But if I hadn’t fixed my soul problem... I wouldn’t be here. I was dying, Alice." + +Alice stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening. "What? Max... Why didn’t you tell me? All this time... you were just pretending to be okay?" + +He turned toward her, the dim glow of the street lantern catching the sorrow in his eyes. "I didn’t want you to worry." + +"You idiot," she said, her voice trembling. "You don’t get to decide that for me." + +Max managed a small smile. "I’m fine now. Really. It’s all over." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-5.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-5.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a44073 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-5.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 5: Goblin Village" +slug: "ch-5" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 5 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1077 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max saw a horde of goblins with stone knives surrounding him, slowly closing in. "Damn, where did these goblins come from?" + +He immediately stood up and activated the skill Three Dimensional Body. It was then he noticed that the number of goblins surrounding him totaled ten. He also realized that the other six students who came with him were nowhere to be found. + +"They must have set me up!" Max deduced how he had ended up in this situation, but instead of frowning, a smile graced his face as he looked at the goblins closing in. + +"If this isn't the best time to test the level 10 Magic Bullets, then when?" He smiled, holding both his hands out towards the goblins, aiming at them. + +Thanks to Three Dimensional Body, he didn't need to worry about his aim. With his omniscient perspective, targeting enemies had become second nature to him. + +"Die!" Max laughed, firing ten bullets from his ten fingers simultaneously. The ten bullets, like beams of blue light, shot towards the goblins, penetrating their bodies and tearing chunks of flesh apart. + +The goblins didn't even have time to realize what hit them before their bodies fell, one by one. Moments later, their corpses disappeared, leaving behind a horde of items. + +Max was surprised to see that the bullets tore through the goblins' flesh so effortlessly. He hadn't expected the strength of the bullets to increase to this level. + +'It seems level 10 for a skill is quite strong,' Max noted, finding this very strange. The academy books mentioned that a skill could be mastered to the highest level of 100, but they also stated it was impossible to achieve that level. However, they didn't explain why. + +This lack of clarity left Max unsatisfied with only reaching level 10, even after three years of constant practice. + +'Hehe, good. Now, let's see what they've dropped.' Max smiled in satisfaction and began collecting the items left behind by the goblins. + +Most of the goblins dropped rusty daggers along with their usual goblin hide scraps, stale rations, and cores. He quickly stored everything in his storage space and continued forward, absorbing the cores along the way. + +The narrow hall he had entered was one of the entry passageways to this no-rank dungeon. Such halls were scattered throughout the dungeon, and the monsters here weren't particularly strong—only level 1 of Novice rank. Max knew, however, that the real difficulty lay ahead, beyond the hall. + +Max dashed through the narrow corridor, which increasingly resembled a cave the farther he ran. Strangely, he didn't encounter any goblins and reached the end of the hall after a few minutes of non-stop running. + +There, he saw what appeared to be a village in the distance below him. Thatch huts, wooden pillars, large green leaves for shade, and other rudimentary materials formed the village, which was inhabited by none other than goblins. + +From his vantage point, Max could see at least fifty goblins roaming the village. Some were battling other students, while others were blissfully unaware of the calamity descending upon them. + +'This is good.' Max smiled and slid down to the ground, heading toward the village. + +Upon arriving, he was immediately greeted by a sight that made him laugh. The six students who had set him up were fencing off a large number of goblins and struggling to defend themselves. + +He also noticed other groups of students fighting goblins, equally overwhelmed. The goblins at the village's entrance were level 2 of Novice rank and wielded rusty swords, while most of the students hadn't even reached level 1. + +'It's a good place to level up to level 2,' Max thought, smiling as he dashed toward the goblins in the distance. He ignored the six students who had come with him and headed straight to the center of the action. + +There, he saw large number of students barely holding their ground against the goblins, completely suppressed by the monsters. + +Upon arriving, he didn't attack immediately and stood watching for a moment. + +"Max? Max is here!" one of the struggling students exclaimed. + +"Max, help us!" another shouted. + +"Yeah, Max, please help us. We're outnumbered, and their strength is higher than ours." + +"Max, we beg you! Please help us." + +"Only you can help us, Max. Please do something." + +Max smiled at their pleading faces and responded, "I'll help, but only if all the drops from the goblins I kill belong to me. Otherwise, pretend I'm not here." + +The students' faces darkened at his demand, but they knew they had no choice. They exchanged glances and reluctantly agreed. + +"Alright, you can take the drops from the monsters you kill," one of them said. + +"Good." Max grinned and dashed toward the goblins. + +Reaching the frontline, he unleashed ten Magic Bullets, killing ten goblins instantly. Some had their heads exploded, while others were left with gaping holes in their bodies. Moments later, the goblins' corpses vanished in red light, leaving behind their drops. + +The students stared in shock at how effortlessly Max dispatched the goblins. The glaring difference in strength between them and Max was undeniable, leaving them feeling ashamed. + +But it wasn't new to them. For five years at the academy, they had been overshadowed by the genius Max Morgan. Now, even in the dungeon, the story remained the same. + +"What are you staring at? More goblins are coming!" Max shouted. + +The students turned to see at least fifteen more goblins approaching. Including the ones they were already struggling against, the number quickly rose to thirty. + +"Damn, so many goblins! Look at their strength—they're all level 2 of Novice rank." + +"Level 2? Look closer. Among the fifteen, three are level 3. We're doomed." + +"If we're already facing level 3 monsters, the dungeon boss must be at least level 5. We're dead no matter what." + +The students panicked, knowing the challenge of facing level 3 monsters. They could barely handle level 2, let alone anything stronger. + +But one person among them had only a smile on his face—Max. + +He dashed toward the incoming goblins, firing ten Magic Bullets at the ones engaging the students. "Don't forget my condition," he called out as he passed them. + +His bullets quickly dispatched the level 2 goblins, leaving the students with only five or so to fight. + +However, Max spared the goblins further back, leaving them for the students to deal with. He wasn't entirely heartless to take away all the cores and drops from the goblins. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-50.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-50.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9a824d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-50.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 50: One move to defeat" +slug: "ch-50" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 50 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1277 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max found himself standing in a plain region filled with grass, but not a single tree could be seen around. ’A good place for a fight,’ he thought, glancing at Tim, who appeared just a short distance away from him. + +"Everyone should be watching our battle from the outside, so I’ll make it quick," Tim sneered, drawing a sword before his figure slowly disappeared into the void. "Remember, all I need is one move." + +Only Tim’s voice could be heard from somewhere around him. + +"Going invisible, huh?" Max muttered, glancing around as he activated his Three Dimensional Body. + +Almost instantly, he saw everything from an omniscient perspective, revealing even the tiniest details of everything around him. + +This included Tim, who was cautiously moving toward him, hidden behind a veil of invisibility. + +’So that’s what he meant by a single move… using a sneak attack to kill me?’ Max mused, pretending to look around, turning his head here and there in search of Tim. + +Soon, Tim closed in and stabbed his sword toward Max’s heart. + +’He doesn’t think it would be this easy to kill me, right?’ Max wondered, amused, as he reached out and caught the sword with his bare hand before its tip could touch him. + +"How? How can you see me?!" Tim exclaimed in shock, attempting to retreat. However, he quickly realized that his sword was stuck in Max’s hand, and he couldn’t pull it back no matter how hard he tried. + +"What? Is that the one move you were talking about?" Max sneered. + +"Damn!" Tim cursed, gritting his teeth. He retreated without his sword. + +A moment later, Tim became visible again, his face clouded with ugly rage. + +"How did you see through my invisibility?" he demanded, frustration evident in his voice. + +Max smirked. "I don’t know what you did, but you didn’t become invisible to me, at least." + +Tim took a breath and calmed himself before speaking again. "I underestimated you and became careless, but I won’t make that mistake now. I’ll use my full strength." + +As he said this, he clapped his hands and shouted, "Shadow Shackles!" + +Max immediately jumped back when he saw his shadow begin to stir, but it was useless. The shadows transformed into tentacles and wrapped around his legs, dragging him down. + +"What’s this?" Max muttered, frowning. His legs were ensnared by the shadowy tentacles, and soon his hands and even his entire body were entrapped by tentacles formed from his own shadow. + +"Die!" Tim shouted, appearing with a shadow sword and stabbing it toward Max’s heart. + +Seeing that, Max unleashed the power of five Draconic Essences and broke free, tearing through the shadowy tentacles binding him. + +Just as Tim’s sword reached him, Max reacted quickly, grabbing the shadow sword with his right hand before it could touch him—just like last time. + +But unlike before, Max didn’t give Tim a chance to retreat. + +After catching the sword, he punched straight at Tim’s gut, destroying a chunk of his body. However, no blood spilled. Instead, red dots began to flow out of the wound. + +"You’re a monster," Tim gasped, looking at Max in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that it only took one punch to nearly destroy his body. + +Max dropped Tim’s disintegrating body to the ground, which then dissolved into red particles and disappeared. + +"It’s done," Max muttered, looking around for a way out of the battle region. Just then, a shiny blue light appeared before him. + +He walked into the glowing door and disappeared from the battlefield, reappearing in the hall. But he was alone—no sign of anyone else. + +"Oh, they’re fighting," Max mused, his attention caught by the big screen in the hall, which displayed two ongoing battles. One showed a figure with a round shield fighting a man with a gun, shooting various types of bullets at the enemy. The other battle piqued his interest. + +It was a fight between two women, Anna Hails and Lyra Dusckshade. What caught Max’s attention was that Lyra effortlessly fended off every attack Anna launched—whether it was her summoned wolves or shadowy hands. + +Every one of Anna’s attacks was easily dealt with by Lyra, as if it were nothing. + +’Whoever this violet-haired girl is, she seems to be hiding her true strength, just like me,’ Max thought, noticing that Lyra’s fighting style resembled his own—responding only to attacks, while being passive throughout the fight. + +--- + +As Max absorbed the details of the two battles displayed on the screen, those gathered outside the Battle Realm were shocked to their core. + +It wasn’t because of the battles unfolding on the screen, but because of the battle that had already ended. They had expected the fight to be quick, and it was—but the result was completely unexpected. + +"Damn, what was that? His punch destroyed Tim’s body with just one blow." + +"Yeah, a punch was all he needed to end Tim." + +"Most importantly, his strength is only at level 6, and he killed a level 10 like it was nothing." + +"Yeah, who is he anyway? Why haven’t we heard of him?" + +"It seems people from the general quarters shouldn’t be underestimated." + +The crowd erupted after Max’s battle with Tim, completely stunned by the outcome. Everything—the result, how the fight played out, Max’s strength—was far beyond their expectations, leaving them in shock. + +"This guy… he became too strong after not seeing him for a month," William said with a sigh, shaking his head. + +"Hmph, he had me worried for nothing," Zixi grumbled, complaining. + +General Foster, on the other hand, raised his brows, noting Max’s strength. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised. The physical strength Max displayed was rare, and what shocked him even more was that Max was only level 6. To have such strength at level 6 seemed extraordinary. + +’This kid… he’s interesting, to say the least,’ General Foster mused, glancing at his daughter, wondering how she had gotten to know someone as formidable as Max. + +"Damn you, damn you, damn you…" Tim muttered under his breath as he heard the crowd. He hadn’t expected to lose—no, he hadn’t even considered the possibility. Now that he had lost to Max, he felt regretful and cursed his bad luck. + +Who would expect someone at level 6 to possess such monstrous strength? + +"Look, it seems the other two battles are about to end," someone shouted, drawing everyone’s attention. + +On the screen, it was clear that the man with the round shield and sword had closed the distance between him and the gunslinger, preparing to deliver the final blow. Meanwhile, on the other screen, Anna Hails had admitted defeat, unable to land a single blow on Lyra. + +"We’ve seriously underestimated Lyra Dusckshade. She didn’t even attack once and still made Anna admit defeat. She’s too strong." + +"True, she’s too strong. Also, Eren Volfire easily defeated Thomas without much effort." + +"You know, all three of the winners defeated their opponents easily, if you notice carefully." + +"You’re right. Now I can’t wait to see who among the three is the strongest." + +The results of the other two battles didn’t surprise the crowd, but they were amazed by Lyra’s strength. To make someone admit defeat without attacking at all was no easy feat, and not everyone could do it. It showed that her strength far surpassed Anna’s. + +--- + +Lyra Dusckshade entered the hall after her battle ended, visibly surprised to see Max standing there. Her deep violet hair cascaded down, and a full moon mark adorned her forehead. + +"Tim lost?" She seemed to be taken aback by Max’s presence instead of Tim’s. + +Just then, Eren Volfire also entered the hall and froze upon seeing Max like Lyra. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-500.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-500.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..354f4b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-500.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 500 - 7th Seeker Rank" +slug: "ch-500" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 500 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +She didn’t say anything, just stepped forward and hugged him tightly. He held her in silence, the moment stretching between them like a warm thread. + +They didn’t go back to the tower right away. Instead, Max took her to a quiet corner of the city, bought a house for himself. It was small and peaceful—simple wooden walls, a porch with vines creeping along the railings, and a quiet garden in the back. + +They talked for hours. About everything. + +Max told her about his family—his mother, his father, his sister. How he missed them, and how every battle he fought, every power he gained, was just a step toward seeing them again. + +Alice listened, leaning into his shoulder and while listening she thought her life which she had previously thought was tragic couldn’t compared to Max. + +At some point, they stopped talking. There were no more words left to say. + +Just the sound of their breathing, steady and soft. + +Their fingers intertwined naturally as they sat on the bed, the light of the moon casting silver streaks across the wooden floor. + +"Max..." she whispered. + +He looked at her, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Yeah?" + +"Promise me... you’ll let me worry about you next time." + +He smiled. "I promise." + +They looked at each other for a long time. + +And then, without another word, they leaned in—slowly, gently—against each other. Their bodies intertwined as if drawn together by an unspoken gravity, a tether of need woven through the silence between them. + +Fingers trailed over skin like the brush of wind through silk, delicate yet deliberate, and the air grew thick with the perfume of longing. + +Breath mingled with breath, heartbeats stuttered and then aligned, and as the moonlight spilled across the sheets like liquid silver, they shed the world and fell—together—into a sacred hush where only heat, touch, and trembling desire remained. + +*** + +From the very next day, Max threw himself into training with a relentless determination. He no longer cared for rest or distractions; his focus was singular and absolute—to grow strong enough to defeat Drevon. + +With roughly one to two years left before the descent of the Citadel, he understood that if he wanted even the faintest chance to fight Drevon on equal footing, his strength had to reach at least the late levels of the Seeker Rank. That meant no hesitation, no mercy, not even for himself. + +He began absorbing beast cores one after another, flooding his body with energy, pushing the limits of his cultivation each day. + +And what better place to train than the Tower of Truth itself? + +Within the cursed region surrounding the tower, he was unmatched—no one could even approach him. + +And inside the tower, he held absolute authority. With the demons expelled and the Sun Faction banned, there was no one to challenge his rule. + +Therefore, by entering one of the deepest secret rooms of the Tower of Truth—one only accessible to him through his authority—Max became completely untouchable. + +In that hidden chamber veiled in blue runes and humming with ancient energy, he trained in absolute solitude, the outside world unable to reach him. + +Every single day, he pushed himself to the brink of his limits and beyond. He focused his mind on comprehending the Concepts of Flame and Lightning, while also refining his understanding of the already acquired but imperfectly grasped Concept of Severing Sword and the Concept of Space. + +At the same time, he devoured beast cores like they were nothing more than daily meals. Dozens at first, then hundreds, all fueling his cultivation like pouring oil into fire. The Tower of Truth itself had enough life essence to elevate him far beyond his current stage, but Max refrained from using it for now. + +Instead, he used the hundreds of small-rank beast cores he had acquired from the ancient temple and various other exotic resources meant specifically to aid in advancement within the Seeker Rank. He knew if he didn’t use them now, they’d lose their potency and become worthless, so he dedicated himself to exhausting them first. + +Every single ounce of energy was channeled into strengthening his body, soul, and aura. The secret room served as a perfect crucible for his growth, and the cursed region outside ensured no one dared to disturb him. + +The time he didn’t spend training was reserved entirely for Alice, with whom he shared peaceful moments, quiet meals, or walks under the glowing runes of the tower’s interior halls. + +Slowly, time melted away. One month passed, then six, and then, as if in the blink of an eye, a full year flowed by like a quiet tide, dragging Max ever closer to the day of reckoning. + +"Finally, I have reached the 7th level of Seeker Rank," Max whispered to himself as he stood in the glowing blue expanse of the secret room deep within the Tower of Truth. His breathing was calm but heavy with satisfaction. "Lightning Aura and Flame Aura have both evolved into full-fledged Concepts... I’ve made progress with the Concept of Space and the Concept of Severing Sword, and even had breakthroughs in Domain abilities," he murmured, his thoughts drifting back to the Inheritance Tower within the Black Lotus Guild headquarters. + +That mysterious moment still lingered in his mind, when the tower spirit told him that only after reaching Seeker Rank could he unlock the true inheritance of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline that slumbered within him. + +Now, with his foundation solidified and his strength edging toward the peak of his current realm, Max felt the time had finally come to pursue that promise. "There’s been no word of the Citadel’s descent yet... which means I still have time," he said to himself, stretching his body as streaks of lightning danced faintly across his arms and sparks of flame flickered around his fingers. + +Closing his eyes, Max shifted his perception toward the Chamber of Concepts, the space within the Tower of Truth where most people spent their time. + +His gaze settled on Alice, sitting cross-legged in a ring of warm orange and golden flames, her expression calm and focused. She was trying to grasp the Concept of Flames—her brows furrowed in deep concentration, sweat glistening on her forehead. + +’Even with her bloodline, she’s taking such a long time,’ Max thought silently, though he didn’t mean it in criticism. He understood better than anyone that her bloodline hadn’t fully awakened yet, and without the full strength of its inheritance guiding her comprehension, it was no surprise that her progress was slower. + +His mind wandered for a moment to Princess Lenavira. ’She’s already reached Expert Rank by comprehending the Concept of Light...’ he recalled. She had done it quietly, without drama, and with a grace that lived up to her royal lineage. + +As for the others—Aelric, Jack, Amelia and other friends of Max—they were still immersed in the same silence as Alice, locked away within their own chambers, grappling with their own concepts. + +Max knew each of them was fighting their own battle with understanding, trying to find a way to wield the laws of the world. + +"It shouldn’t take me more than three months so I don’t need to tell anyone about this." Max muttered. "I have already mentioned Alice about this so she would know if I don’t contact her when she would come out." + +With those words, his body floated as he arrived before very top of the tower. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-501.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-501.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee4f63c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-501.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 501: Perfect Soul Form" +slug: "ch-501" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 501 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max sat alone at the edge of the Tower of Truth’s highest peak, legs dangling off the side, the wind brushing against his skin like a whisper from the heavens. + +From up there, the Lost Continent stretched endlessly before him—an empty area of barren land around the tower, mountains, rivers, and scattered cities, veiled by thin clouds and golden rays of sunlight breaking through. + +It was a sight few had ever seen, and fewer still could appreciate the way he did in that moment. + +Yet, despite the beauty that lay before his eyes, Max’s mind was somewhere else entirely. His thoughts spiraled inward, returning again and again to the revelations Blob had whispered to him after his awakening. + +The truth had come gently, like a slow drizzle—but each word carried weight enough to shake his core. Through Blob, he had seen it all. + +The moment he and Freya had fallen from the sky as children, broken and lost. The Witch of the North saving him—not through healing, but through a bond, a thread of life tied between him and Freya. + +She hadn’t saved him out of compassion, not fully. She had simply extended his time, not knowing whether he’d survive the consequences of his fractured soul. + +Then came the revelations of Freya leaving him behind by tempering his memories, of the Witch’s experiments finally fixing his soul through an artificial soul, and finally, of Lucien’s silence. + +All of it—every word, every decision made in shadows—was known to him now. At first, he had been furious, overwhelmed by the secrets and half-truths. + +Why hadn’t Lucien told him? Why had no one trusted him with his own story? + +But now, after a year of silence, growth, and reflection, he no longer felt that surge of curiosity. It was as if the rage had burned itself out long ago, leaving only embers behind. + +"As long as I’m fine... nothing else matters," Max muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the wind. He stared at the distant horizon, eyes calm, heart steady. + +And then, his thoughts sank deeper—beyond the surface, beyond memory and emotion—down into the deepest chamber of his being: the Soul Palace. + +Of all the changes he’d undergone since the day his soul had been repaired, none were as profound, as breathtaking, or as mysterious as this. + +The entrance was still the same as he remembered—two towering gates of swirling black and white, the perfect embodiment of Yin and Yang, suspended over a calm, mirror-like ocean that stretched forever into the mist. However, this time both Yin and Yang gates were glowing unlike last time where Yin gate was hollow. + +With just a flicker of will, Max stepped forward, and the gates creaked open—not with violence or thunder, but with solemn reverence. In an instant, he was engulfed in the vastness of his Soul Palace, a boundless expanse of ethereal blue that extended far beyond what the eyes could comprehend. + +There were no walls, no ceiling, no ground—just the endless embrace of soul energy, serene and infinite. + +And at the very center of it all, seated cross-legged on an invisible pedestal of nothingness, was a green figure radiating calm, stillness, and power. + +A year ago, when the artificial soul had just begun to stabilize, that figure had been no more than a shimmering child, fragile and undefined—barely clinging to form. + +But now, the green figure sitting there was a perfect reflection of Max himself, crafted entirely from pure, condensed soul force. His face, his build, his presence—everything was identical. + +The only difference was that this version of Max was formed from pure soul force. + +According to Blob, this was the most refined, complex, completed and perfected form a soul could take—fully formed, fully conscious, completely in tune with the body it resided in. + +Max stood before it in silence, awe prickling his skin. This... was him. Not his body. Not his thoughts. But the truest form of his existence. + +The cultivation of the soul had always been regarded as the most difficult and elusive path among the three pillars of power—soul, mana, and physique. + +While mana could be absorbed, refined, and shaped through techniques, and the physique could be tempered, reinforced, and trained, the soul required something far more profound. + +One had to shape their very soul into tangible, stable forms, refining their spirit through will, pain, clarity, and unwavering focus. And it wasn’t just about power; it was about identity—about forging the soul into the truest, most perfect version of oneself. That was the final stage of soul cultivation, a form that mirrored not only strength but inner balance and purity. + +This was the dream of every expert who dared walk the path of soul mastery. And Max... he now stood within that rare realm. His soul had taken that final form—a fully formed replica of himself, radiant and stable, something most cultivators would never even glimpse in a lifetime. + +But that didn’t make his soul invincible across the world. Not by a long shot. According to Blob, what Max possessed was a mutation—a divergence from the natural order. A soul born not entirely of nature, but created through a forbidden fusion of infernal energy. + +It was an artificial soul, yes, but one that had stabilized and grown into something akin to perfection—a miracle born from calamity. It differed from the norm, broke rules that had never been questioned, and now, it stood at the edge of something unknown. + +However, having the most complete and complex soul form—the legendary final stage of soul cultivation—came with its own unparalleled benefits. + +Even though Max’s current soul force wasn’t yet strong enough to overwhelm or suppress someone at the Divine Rank, the sheer form of his soul granted him something most experts would kill for: immunity. Absolute, unshakable immunity. + +Soul attacks, no matter how powerful, refined, or ancient in origin, could no longer harm him. Not even the devastating soul-based techniques of Divine Rank experts could pierce the spiritual defense of his perfected soul form. This wasn’t just resistance; it was outright nullification. + +His soul, now stabilized into the highest shape a being could attain, acted like an eternal fortress—untouchable, unshakable, inviolable. He had essentially severed a major weakness that plagued even the most powerful beings. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-502.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-502.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ae1d519 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-502.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 502: Green Soul Stage" +slug: "ch-502" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 502 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1003 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +While his raw soul strength still needed time to mature, the very structure of his soul made him impervious to every form of soul manipulation, suppression, and destruction. + +That alone placed him in a category apart from every other expert of the Lower Domain, perhaps even the Middle Domain. It was a blessing born from a curse. + +Max stared silently at the green figure of his soul for a long moment before his gaze shifted—drawn not by will, but by instinct. Just a few meters away, something else flickered in the vast blue world of his Soul Palace. A small red sphere. + +At first glance, it seemed insignificant, almost like a speck of color lost in the overwhelming serenity of blue. + +But unlike before—when it had simply rested there silently for years like a dormant artifact—it now pulsed. Slowly. Steadily. Like a heart. Like it was... alive. The faint crimson glow it emitted rhythmically shimmered with every beat, as if breathing. + +’This red sphere...’ Max narrowed his eyes, a thread of realization creeping up his spine. ’If I’m not wrong, it’s been here long before that day... Even before the incident with my family.’ + +It had hidden itself well, or perhaps he had simply never been strong enough to perceive its presence before. But now, something had changed. The soul refinement. The artificial soul. His strength. Or maybe something deeper, older, was awakening inside him. He wasn’t sure. And that uncertainty gnawed at him more than anything. + +Still, no matter how much he focused or probed with his soul force, the sphere gave him no answers—only that steady, haunting pulse. Red. Alive. Watching. + +With a silent shake of his head, Max sighed and withdrew from his Soul Palace, feeling both enlightened and burdened. + +"My soul force has also reached the Green Soul stage," he muttered softly to himself, opening his eyes in the real world. He could feel it clearly now—the vibrant, lively surge of soul energy coursing through him like a second bloodstream. + +After his soul had been fixed, it hadn’t just stabilized—it had soared. To reach Green Soul stage in one leap was no small feat. + +"What are you planning to do now?" came a voice from behind, calm and unhurried. Max didn’t even bother to turn around—he already knew who it was. That familiar, steady presence could only belong to Lucien. + +"Nothing," Max replied quietly, his gaze locked on the barren land that stretched endlessly around the towering structure behind him. Silence lingered for a moment, then Lucien spoke again, more cautiously this time. + +"Have you noticed anything strange? About your soul? About your... self?" he asked, his tone light but layered with concern. + +"Nothing that I can tell," Max responded, his voice calm and even, as if he had already run through those questions in his mind a hundred times. + +Lucien gave a small nod and added, "She wants to check on you—your soul, your state. She believes there might be an issue, something hidden, something even you can’t detect." + +Slowly, Max turned his head and looked at him, eyes blank. "I’m fine. My soul is fine. I don’t need her help anymore." + +And just like that, without waiting for another word, Max rose into the air and shot off toward the distant continent of Valora, leaving a trail of silence behind. + +But Lucien frowned deeply at the response and immediately teleported in front of Max, blocking his path in a flash of light. + +Max stopped, a frown creeping onto his face for the first time. "I said my soul is fine. I don’t need her help." + +Lucien, however, stood firm, his own brows furrowed. "Then come with me and let the witch check you," he said sternly. + +But that was the final push. Max’s expression twisted slightly, a rare flicker of frustration flashing across his face. "Don’t you understand my words?" he snapped, and without meaning to, unleashed a surge of soul force. "I am fine." + +The air trembled, a violent wind rushing out that blew against Lucien’s face like a sharp wave—but he didn’t budge, not physically. Yet even though Lucien remained unaffected on the surface, inwardly, he frowned deep. + +"Was that fine, Max?" Lucien asked quietly, his voice neither accusing nor soft—just steady. "I don’t recall you ever getting this frustrated before. And I certainly don’t recall you ever releasing your soul force like that without even realizing it. Is that what you call fine?" + +Max let out a low chuckle, a light smile playing at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Yeah," he said, voice casual, almost dismissive. "That’s my definition of fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be." + +He moved to leave, turning his body slightly—but before he could make another motion, Lucien reappeared in front of him in a blink, his hand shooting out to grab Max’s wrist, firm but not forceful. + +That stopped Max cold. He turned his head sharply, a flicker of annoyance tightening his jaw. "Let it go," he said, his voice low. + +But Lucien didn’t flinch. He met Max’s stare without blinking, eyes locked, his own gaze calm but intense. "Or what?" he asked. + +That was all it took. + +Max’s eyes began to glow—a deep, pulsing red—and in the next breath, a rush of infernal energy exploded through his body. It was dark, hot, and volatile. His aura twisted, growing thicker, more oppressive. + +Two dark, reddish wings burst out from his back with a fleshy sound, stretching outward with a threatening flare. The transformation was rising fast, spreading across his body, surging toward his head, but just before it could complete—just before the infernal form could fully take over—the entire world around them shifted. + +In the blink of an eye, the harshness vanished, swallowed by a sudden, surreal calm. Both Max and Lucien now stood in a strange, dreamlike place... a realm bathed in soft pink light, where the ground didn’t exist and everything floated gently, as if suspended in water. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-503.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-503.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e438951 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-503.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 503: Perfect Control over Infernal Energy" +slug: "ch-503" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 503 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1285 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Enough of you two," came a sharp, commanding voice that rippled through the floating pink world like a clap of thunder. The Witch of the North had spoken. + +Her tone was cold, yet carried a weight that could crush mountains. + +Both Lucien and Max paused instantly, the tension between them suspended in the air like a blade frozen mid-swing. + +Lucien slowly turned his head and glanced at her, then loosened his grip, letting go of Max’s arm without a word. + +Max’s transformation stopped abruptly. The red glow in his eyes faded, the dark wings behind him crumbled into ash-like wisps, and the infernal energy receded into his body. + +He stood still for a moment, then cast a sideways glance at Lucien before shifting his gaze to the woman sitting calmly among the drifting lights—her long green hair flowing as if in rhythm with the strange currents of this world. + +"I am grateful," Max said, his voice steady but distant. "You helped me when I was lost. You fixed my soul. For that, I owe you my thanks. But I’m fine now. And I don’t need your assistance anymore." There was no anger in his words, just a firm, unshakable finality. + +Then, with a simple flick of his hand, space itself began to twist. Cracks of light tore through the air in front of him as he invoked the Concept of Space, tearing open a jagged rift in the pink world. + +Without waiting for a response—without even a glance back—Max stepped into the tear and vanished, the rip in space sealing behind him like he was never there. + +Lucien sighed deeply, the breath he released carrying a weight that had been pressing on his chest since the confrontation began. + +He turned toward the green-haired woman still sitting amidst the ethereal calm of the pink realm. "So?" he asked, his voice low but edged with tension. + +The Witch of the North remained composed, her gaze distant as if peering into truths beyond the physical. "I didn’t sense any foreign presence within him," she said calmly. "But... I believe losing his original soul has left behind some lingering aftereffects. Subtle, but real." + +Lucien’s expression darkened into a frown. "Aftereffects?" he echoed, his voice rising slightly. "That guy is completely out of control. He’s reckless. Even though he used to be a bit slow on the uptake, he was still a good guy—loyal, honest... Now I’m not even sure I know who he is anymore." The frustration laced in his words betrayed how deeply this change in Max unsettled him. + +The witch, however, remained unshaken. "Don’t worry too much," she said gently, her voice soft but confident. "If I’m not wrong, Max isn’t even aware of the changes in himself yet. He thinks he’s the same. But when the truth becomes clear—when he finally sees what he’s become—I believe he will come looking for us. He’ll need us. And when that time comes, we’ll be ready." Her words drifted like a calming breeze through the strange floating world, but the uncertainty in Lucien’s eyes remained. + +"And it wasn’t just about that," Lucien muttered, his brows drawn together in a deep frown, eyes still locked on the fading space where Max had vanished. "Whatever you did to him... it changed something. It enhanced Max’s control over his infernal energy. That vile transformation just now... I’ve seen that transformation before—more than once. But back then, it was always triggered through that cursed Infernal Demon Tattoo. The tattoo acted like the source, like a seal slowly corrupting and breaking open with each use. But this time..." + +He paused, replaying the scene in his mind—the way Max’s wings had erupted, the surge of power, the eerie calm in his expression. "This time, he didn’t rely on the tattoo. He didn’t even touch it. He pulled that transformation out from within himself, completely on his own. And what’s more... he looked in control. Not consumed. Not desperate. Calm. Focused." + +The Witch of the North tilted her head slightly, then smiled as she nodded in understanding. "That’s a good thing then," she said softly. "If he doesn’t rely on the tattoo anymore, that’s even better for him. Who knows what Mark had planned when he embedded that thing into Max’s body? That tattoo always reeked of manipulation." + +Lucien didn’t answer right away. His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful, as the faint pink light of the realm danced across his face. + +"I hope you’re right about everything," he finally said, his voice quiet but firm, laced with concern that hadn’t yet lifted. He gave her one last look, then his form shimmered and vanished, leaving the floating world of pink hues and drifting silence behind. + +The Witch of the North smiled faintly as Lucien’s figure disappeared from the pink-hued realm, her expression soft yet touched by a shadow of something deeper—something far more calculating. + +She leaned back on her chair lightly as she let out a quiet sigh that carried the weight of secrets. "Little Lucien," she murmured, almost fondly. "I’m sorry... but I couldn’t let you interfere with Max’s path." + +Her voice was gentle, but beneath its softness lay an undertone of cold intent. "How could I allow that, when he’s my most interesting test subject?" Her eyes shimmered, not with compassion, but with curiosity—sharp and glittering like the edge of a scalpel. + +Her fingers brushing through the air as if drawing unseen patterns in the fabric of this strange dimension. "That boy," she whispered, "he’s an anomaly wrapped in chaos, stitched together by fate and stitched again by me. I want to see where this little test of mine will lead him... how far he’ll go, what he’ll become, and whether he’ll break or evolve beyond anything this world has seen." + +Her voice grew quieter, almost reverent, as she stared into the void left behind by Max’s departure. + +*** + +The moment Max’s figure vanished from the pink-hued world, space itself rippled violently just outside the location where he and Lucien had stood earlier. + +A jagged tear sliced through the fabric of reality, twisting the air around it as if refusing to stay open for long. And from within that unstable rift, Max emerged. + +His body shot out like a falling star, but there was no grace in his descent. He looked battered—his clothes were torn in multiple places, barely clinging to his frame, and streaks of blood traced faint lines across his skin. + +He was breathing hard, each exhale sharp and dry, but his expression remained oddly composed, as if the struggle had already been processed and tucked away into some quiet corner of his mind. + +’I think traveling through space using those tears as teleportation rifts still needs a bit more refinement,’ he thought to himself, the ache in his limbs a harsh reminder of the strain he’d just endured. + +Slowly, as the injuries began healing and the pain in his chest began to fade, he glanced downward and saw a vast ocean glistening beneath him, calm and endless. + +Without hesitation, he descended, allowing himself to sink into the cool embrace of the sea. Deep below the surface, in the silence of the water, he retrieved a fresh set of clothes from his storage—dark, sleek, and unmarked—and changed swiftly, washing away the grime and blood of the battle. + +A moment later, he broke through the surface once again, soaring up into the open sky. He paused only briefly, scanning the horizon, then locked his eyes on a distant direction—the place he had intended to go. Valora Continent. + +His dark red wings spread slightly, and with a burst of controlled energy, he shot forward through the air like a dark arrow streaking toward its target. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-504.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-504.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fcd5f9a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-504.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 504: Demon Lord Kome" +slug: "ch-504" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 504 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1337 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Hours passed in silence, the wind rushing past him and the sky changing shades as he crossed vast distances between continents. + +He was almost halfway across the great sea, hovering in the space between the two landmasses, when suddenly—a presence. A figure appeared out of nowhere directly in front of him, as if materializing from thin air. + +Max came to a sharp halt, his body tensing, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto the stranger. But it wasn’t truly a stranger. He had seen this figure before. + +It was a demon—but not just any demon. It was him. Demon Lord Kome, one of the four Demon Lords at peak Expert Rank strength. The sky seemed to darken subtly at his arrival, the ocean below trembling under a pressure that hadn’t been there moments ago. + +Kome’s towering figure hovered in the air with twisted grace, his long, jagged horns curling back like blades, and his crimson eyes glowing with a hungry malice. His skin shimmered with a sickly black sheen, and shadows clung to him like loyal hounds. + +"Hehehehe," he laughed, the sound sharp and eerie, like bones grinding against each other. "I knew it. I knew if I watched long enough, I’d get my chance to kill you. And now look—Max Morgan, all alone, floating above a sea of nothingness, with no land in sight, no allies, no cursed zone of the tower to run to. No one to save you. This is where you die." + +His words were laced with venom, each one dripping with cruel anticipation. + +But Max remained calm, unmoving, almost bored, his expression as steady as a silent lake. "Is that so?" he replied, voice level and quiet, as if this encounter were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. + +There wasn’t a flicker of fear in his eyes—only focus. Because he had expected something like this. It didn’t take a genius to predict it. + +After all, he had done something no one else dared—he had barred demons from entering the Tower of Truth. He had shattered their access, denied them their foothold. He had taken something precious from them and cast it away as if it meant nothing. + +Of course a Demon Lord would come for him. Of course they would seek blood. And now, face-to-face with one of the highest-ranking monsters of their kind, Max didn’t falter. He simply stared into his eyes and waited for it to make the first move. + +Demon Lord Kome frowned slightly at Max’s unshaken, emotionless expression, as if expecting fear—or at the very least, concern—but receiving neither. Still, he quickly recovered, a smirk tugging at his twisted lips. + +"I have two plans for you," he said, his voice slow, deliberate, each word oozing menace. "Either you let me plant a slave seal directly into your soul, and become my obedient little pet—my tool to control the Tower of Truth from the inside. Or..." His eyes glowed brighter, flickering with demonic fire, "I rip your soul out of your body, burn it in the flames of total annihilation until you scream for mercy, and then shatter what’s left before you submit to me." + +He hovered closer, darkness coiling around him like a living mist, and added with a sneer, "Choose. I don’t have the patience for games, so choose fast." + +Max stared at him—expression blank, voice cold. "It doesn’t matter what option I choose," he replied flatly. "Because you’ll die either way." + +For a moment, there was silence. And then Kome threw his head back and let out a thunderous laugh, the sound echoing across the endless skies like a storm. + +"Hahaha! You? Kill me?" he howled, as if Max had just told the most absurd joke in existence. "Are you serious, boy? You’re just a child—Level 7 of the Seeker Rank! And I... I stand at the very peak of the Expert Rank. A full realm beyond you!" + +His laughter faded into a sharp grin, cruel and gleaming. "Oh, and if you’re thinking of pulling those little stunts you used against Drevon, don’t even try. The moment I see you make a move like that, I’ll crush your skull before you finish blinking." + +The air thickened with killing intent, but Max remained as he was—silent, still, and utterly unreadable. And that made Kome’s grin falter, just for a second. + +"Is that so?" Max replied quietly, his tone devoid of mockery, threat, or pride—just a flat, calm statement, like he was merely acknowledging a breeze.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +Then, without raising a hand or shifting his stance, he began to release his mana. At first, it was unimpressive—barely a ripple in the air, certainly nothing that could shake the vast pressure exuding from Demon Lord Kome’s towering presence. The demon smirked, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. + +But then, Max continued. And the mana kept coming. What had started as a flicker grew into a steady surge. The air shifted. A subtle hum began to echo in the space between them, and Kome’s smirk started to waver. + +The ground far below trembled. The ocean beneath them rippled unnaturally, not from wind or gravity, but from the weight of something far greater pressing down from the sky. + +Max’s aura thickened, grew heavier, denser—its color deepening, its texture changing. It no longer felt like the energy of a Seeker Rank youth. No—it felt ancient, boundless, and terrifyingly pure. Kome’s eyes widened, and the smirk vanished completely from his face. + +"What... what is this?" he muttered, a hint of disbelief creeping into his voice. But Max wasn’t done. His mana kept building, layering over itself like waves crashing against each other, devouring the air, the light, the space between realms. + +Kome could feel it now—feel the crushing presence of something that should not exist at Max’s level. The demon’s face twisted, turning pitch black with horror and disbelief, his body trembling ever so slightly as a deep, primal instinct screamed inside him to run. + +"Impossible," he whispered. "How—how do you have this amount of mana? I’ve been gathering energy for hundreds of years—hundreds! I’ve devoured nations, drained entire bloodlines dry just to reach this level. How can a mere boy—how can you possess mana like this?" + +But there was no answer from Max. Only the quiet, suffocating expansion of a force that no longer cared for explanations. Only one thing was clear to Kome now—he had made a terrible mistake. + +However, Max wasn’t done. The overwhelming surge of mana had already pushed the demon to the edge of panic, but what came next shattered the final remnants of Kome’s arrogance. + +With an emotionless gaze, Max allowed another force to rise—his Green Soul Force. It radiated with an unnatural stillness, a purity that defied the corrupted energy of the demon, and as it poured out from Max’s being, the very air around them stilled as if time itself held its breath. + +Then, Max looked directly into Kome’s eyes—calm, into his soul, commanding, absolute. "Kill yourself," he said, his voice low, almost gentle, like he was offering a suggestion rather than an order. + +But the moment the words left his mouth, Kome’s body moved. Not by choice. Not by instinct. His right hand lifted on its own, fingers curling like claws toward his throat. His eyes stretched wide, horrified, trying to resist, but his limbs refused to obey him. + +"What... what did you do?" he stammered, voice quivering, filled with disbelief and rising terror. "What did you do to me?!" + +But no answer came—only his own hand closing around his neck with terrifying precision. And before he could scream again, his claws tore clean through, severing his own head from his body in one smooth, horrifying motion. + +His head tumbled downward through the air, expression frozen in a grotesque mix of shock and confusion, his glowing red eyes still searching for an explanation, still trying to grasp what had just happened. + +But the thoughts didn’t last long. The light in those eyes dimmed, flickered—and then vanished completely, swallowed by the darkness that finally came to claim him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-505.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-505.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df6ae21 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-505.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 505: Monarch’s Authority" +slug: "ch-505" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 505 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1251 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max glanced down at the headless corpse of Demon Lord Kome as it slowly tumbled into the depths of the ocean, the ripples of blood already staining the waters below. + +His face carried a strained expression, his breathing slightly heavy from the toll it had taken. Yet beneath that fatigue, a glimmer of satisfaction danced in his eyes. + +"It worked," he murmured with light excitement, as though testing a theory that had just been proven true. "Monarch’s Authority... a soul-based technique, truly terrifying in its power." + +The corners of his lips lifted slightly, not in pride, but in quiet acknowledgment of what he had just accomplished. + +Though the act had nearly drained him—costing him almost half of his Green Soul Force—it was a price he gladly paid. After all, Demon Lord Kome hadn’t been some wandering lesser fiend. He was a peak Expert Rank demon, someone who was worshipped as a god in the Lower Domain. + +And yet Max had killed him—effortlessly, without raising a finger. That fact alone spoke volumes about the potency of Monarch’s Authority. + +Still, Max knew that others couldn’t replicate what he had just done. Even if they obtained the same technique, most experts in the Lower Domain lacked the foundation to use it effectively. Their soul force was too weak, fragile like thin paper compared to the steel of Max’s own soul. + +His was at the Green Soul stage—the pinnacle of what was possible in the Lower Domain. It was this powerful soul foundation that allowed him to channel Monarch’s Authority to such a devastating degree. + +More importantly, Monarch’s Authority wasn’t a skill—something one could just learn and activate—it was a technique, an ancient one that required delicate mastery and deep comprehension. That alone made it a rarity among rarities, a weapon that few could wield and even fewer could master. + +This was a technique gifted to him by Blob—his spirit companion and whose knowledge often felt like it belonged to a being beyond the confines of this world. The technique itself was deceptively simple in its description, yet monstrous in its execution. + +It worked not by overpowering the body or shattering defences, but by striking at the very core of existence—the soul. It instilled a creeping terror deep within one’s spirit, unraveling resistance and granting Max a form of absolute control through sheer soul dominance. + +Even though that control was for just a few seconds, it was enough to change tides of a battle. + +It wasn’t flashy, but it didn’t need to be. It was the kind of power that made warriors crumble without a blade ever being drawn. + +As Max floated high above the ocean, his eyes scanning the distant horizon, Blob’s familiar voice echoed in his mind with calm approval. "You’ve done well. Even those who devote their lives to soul cultivation would struggle to wield that technique the way you did." + +Max smiled faintly, but didn’t let the praise linger. There was still much to do. Without a word, he resumed his flight, his body cutting through the air as the ocean stretched endlessly below him. + +The sky had begun its slow descent into twilight, the sun dipping low, casting streaks of gold and orange across the waves. + +Just as the last light began to fade, Max’s eyes caught sight of something far ahead—a dark outline, a promise of solid ground. Land. His heart stirred slightly at the sight. Without hesitation, he surged forward, his speed rising like a storm wind, slicing through the evening sky as he raced toward his next destination: the Valora Continent.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +*** + +It didn’t take long for Max to reach the Outer Circle—a secluded belt of territory that wrapped around the East Region like a forgotten veil. Gliding low through its foggy expanse, he traced the secret path only a handful in the world knew about. + +This path, long hidden and carved into existence by ancient hands, led him beneath the surface, beneath the ground and into the heart of a city that didn’t exist on any map. + +His figure descended quietly from the sky, floating silently at the entrance of an age-worn city built from black stone and wrapped in eternal silence—the Hidden City of the Black Lotus Guild. + +It breathed of mystery and age, every building whispering tales of a darker past. + +As Max’s figure arrived in the city, two figures emerged from the shadowed edge of the square with no sound—Klaus, his long coat flapping behind him, and the Old Saintess, her eyes glowing faintly beneath her hood. + +"What brings you here, Max?" Klaus asked with a familiar smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. + +But Max didn’t answer. Instead, his own expression unchanging, he asked in return, "What’s the situation in the Valora Continent?" + +Klaus’s smile faded, replaced by a grim look. "It’s tense," he replied, glancing toward the horizon as if the pressure itself hung over the air. "Every guild, every power is on edge these days. Since the news broke that Monarch declared war on the Lost Continent, people here have grown paranoid, expecting the same fate to reach Valora any day now. The tension’s thick. No one trusts anyone, and rumors spread like wildfire." + +His voice dipped low at the end, the weight of his words falling like dust on the ancient stones beneath their feet. + +"Don’t they know that the entire army of the Monarch, aside from the three Commandments, was wiped out during the war?" Max asked, a frown forming across his face as the weight of the situation pressed against his mind. "Don’t they realize Monarch suffered a crushing defeat?" + +His voice held a sharp edge, laced with frustration at the growing fear gripping the continent despite what should have been considered a victory. + +Klaus let out a slow sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. "They know," he said quietly. "They know everything. They know Monarch lost the bulk of his forces. They know three of the Seven Commandments had fled when they lost the war." + +He sighed. "But because they know, they also understand what that means—that the next time Young Monarch wages war, he won’t underestimate anyone. He won’t hold back. He’ll unleash the full extent of his power, and when he does, Valora will be his first target. He’ll burn it down to make an example." + +Klaus’s tone grew darker as he continued, a grim look settling on his face. "And to make matters worse, word is spreading that some of the Crown Organisations from the South have aligned themselves with the Monarch. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of greed—it doesn’t matter. Their support only adds fuel to the fire. Whatever’s coming, Max, it doesn’t look good for us. The balance is shifting, and this time, we may not be ready when the storm hits." + +Max fell silent, his brows furrowing as he absorbed Klaus’s words. + +Then, after a long pause, he slowly turned his gaze toward the woman standing beside Klaus—the Old Saintess. Draped in flowing black and silver robes, she stood still and composed, as if untouched by time itself. + +Her presence alone exuded a quiet, ancient majesty, one that could only be forged through centuries of experience and battles. + +"Isn’t she someone from the Middle Domain?" Max asked, his voice low, edged with curiosity. "Someone who has lived for ten thousand years? If that’s true, then her strength should be at the Divine Rank by now. Why doesn’t she just kill Drevon herself and end this war once and for all?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-506.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-506.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3fc4c8c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-506.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 506: Rulers of the Lower Domain" +slug: "ch-506" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 506 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1254 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Before Klaus could respond, the Old Saintess spoke, her voice calm and weathered like the whisper of ancient winds brushing through forgotten ruins.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +"Because I can’t," she said simply, the words holding more weight than their quiet delivery suggested. + +Max frowned, confusion tightening his brows. + +"Why?" he asked, a thread of frustration creeping into his tone. It didn’t make sense to him. If she was as powerful as the stories claimed—if she truly held the strength of someone from the Middle Domain, someone who had lived for ten thousand years—then why not just unleash a fraction of that power and end Drevon’s existence? + +One death, and the war would crumble into dust. Peace, or something close to it, could finally return. + +The Old Saintess exhaled softly, the sigh steeped in weariness that only a long life could carry. "Have you ever seen me use my strength before?" she asked, her pale eyes meeting his with a quiet intensity. "No, you haven’t. And there’s a reason for that." She paused before adding, "I simply can’t use my strength in the Lower Domain." + +Max blinked, surprised. Now that she mentioned it, he realized it was true—he had never witnessed her display anything even remotely resembling Divine Rank power. + +"Why?" he asked again, this time more cautiously. + +The answer didn’t come with anger or irritation, but with a second sigh that felt heavier than the first. "Because of the Rulers of the Lower Domain," she said, her tone lowering to a near whisper. + +The name hung in the air like a forbidden secret. Max’s eyes narrowed, unfamiliarity flashing across his face. + +"Rulers of the Lower Domain?" he repeated, frowning. It was a term he’d never heard before—not in the ancient texts, not from any guild, and certainly not spoken aloud by anyone of power. + +The Old Saintess gave a slow nod, her gaze drifting into the distance as if recalling truths too ancient for most to grasp. + +"Rulers of the Lower Domain..." she repeated, her voice laced with the gravity of long-buried knowledge. "They are officials dispatched by the Four God Nations—those vast, divine empires that reign far above the Middle Domain. Each of those godly nations sent a fraction of their authority, a sliver of their might, down here to the Lower Domain. Their purpose is simple: to supervise, to observe, and if necessary, to enforce order." + +Her voice grew firmer as she continued. "To put it plainly, if a being stronger than the Expert Rank—say, a Divine Rank expert like myself—were to descend from the Middle Domain and attempt to interfere in the affairs of the Lower Domain using divine power, they would be marked. The Rulers would respond. Swiftly. Without mercy." + +Her eyes turned back to Max, solemn and unflinching. "We’re not just talking about opposition. The moment such power is used to change the fate or balance of this realm, the Rulers treat it as a violation of domain law. And those who break that law... they are hunted down by the forces of the Four God Nations themselves. And their fate is death—no questions, no appeals, just absolute judgment." + +She paused, letting the silence speak before finishing. "That’s why the small but terrifying forces stationed here by each of the Four God Nations are called the Rulers of the Lower Domain. They don’t rule openly—but their presence alone keeps those like me from ever drawing our blades, no matter how great the danger." + +"Four God Nation..." Max murmured, a deep frown etching across his face as he processed the weight of the Old Saintess’s words. + +He hadn’t expected the Four God Nation—the mightiest empires that stood like towering pillars above all realms, the strongest powers in the Acaris—to care so deeply about what happened in the Middle Domain, let alone extend their watchful eyes all the way down to the Lower Domain. + +But the more he thought about it, the more he understood. What they were doing wasn’t tyranny—it was protection. It was control forged out of necessity. + +He could only imagine the disaster that would unfold if someone—say, a warrior at the Master Rank, a level that was barely impressive in the Middle Domain—descended into the Lower Domain unchecked. + +Their power would be overwhelming, far beyond anything the experts here in the Lower Domain could resist. If that person carried evil intent or even reckless ambition, cities would burn, guilds would collapse, and rivers of blood would stain the land. The balance of the entire realm could be shattered in a single day. + +So, in a way, what the Four God Nation had established was not just law but stability. They didn’t interfere in the Lower Domain’s conflicts or politics. They didn’t meddle with the rise and fall of guilds or empires. + +But what they did do was make sure no foreign hand from above reached down to twist the fate of the Lower Domain for their own gain. And in Max’s eyes, that was a rare kind of discipline—a terrifying kind of justice, yes—but also a necessary one. + +’Is that the reason even Lucien doesn’t act in the Lower Domain?’ Max wondered silently, the thought brushing through his mind like a passing breeze. + +Lucien, for all his mystery and immense power, had always kept his hands off when it came to direct involvement in the affairs of this realm. Now, perhaps, Max finally understood why. + +He turned toward the Old Saintess, his thoughts shifting. "I thought the Black Dragon Palace was once the strongest power on Planet Acaris... Even if they have weakened overtime... Can’t they be at the same level as the Four God Nation?" he asked, his brows drawn in visible confusion. + +He remembered her telling him once that the Black Dragon Palace was the oldest and most revered force in Acaris’ history—a place whose very name inspired fear and respect. Even if it had lost some prestige over time, Max had always assumed it still held enough weight to command reverence. + +But from what he was seeing now, that clearly wasn’t the case. + +The Old Saintess gave a slow, almost tired sigh, the lines in her face deepening with memory and regret. "Time changes everything, kid," she said, her voice lined with the quiet resignation of someone who had watched centuries erode the might of legends. + +"We were the strongest. A name that no one dared challenge. But now... we’ve slipped. Forgotten among the newer, shinier powers. Reduced to mediocrity, ranking just beneath the Four God Nations’ lesser arms. We’re no longer feared—we’re simply remembered." + +She paused, her gaze narrowing as it settled on Max with newfound intensity. "But that doesn’t mean it has to stay that way." + +Her voice firmed, quiet resolve cutting through the haze of time. "The palace can reclaim its former glory—if you help us. If you use that power of yours to evolve the bloodline of our members to the next level. Just like what you did with the Black Lotus Guild here in the Lower Domain." + +Her words hung in the air with purpose, not as a plea, but as a declaration of hope. A forgotten legacy could still rise again... with Max at its center. + +Max glanced at her quietly and said. "That’s my plan when I get to the Middle Domain but for now I need to head into the Inheritance Tower." + +"Inheritance Tower? For what purpose?" Klaus asked suddenly, seeing Max came all the way to Valora Continent from the Lost Continent just to visit the Inheritance Tower. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-507.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-507.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ed89a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-507.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 507: Strongest Geniuses Under The Heavens" +slug: "ch-507" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 507 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1211 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I have some unfinished matters I need to take care of in the tower," Max said to Klaus, his voice calm but resolute. + +Then, after a brief pause of thought, he added, "If by chance the Citadel descends before I return, crush this." He handed Klaus what appeared to be a random beast core, but it was anything but ordinary. + +The core pulsed faintly, laced with Max’s own Green Soul Stage soul force—dense, potent, and bound to him on a spiritual level. The moment it was crushed, no matter where he was, he would know. + +Klaus accepted it with a solemn nod and stored it away with utmost care, fully understanding the weight behind such a gesture. + +"Do you know if Lucas is in the Valora Continent?" Max asked suddenly, his tone more curious than urgent. + +Klaus shook his head. "He disappeared after you left him in that state. Most likely returned to the Lost Continent." + +Max nodded slowly, accepting the answer without comment. His gaze then drifted to the tallest tower in the Hidden City, its spire rising high into the fading sky. "I’ll be going, then," he said, and without another word, his figure blurred into motion, shooting toward the tower like a comet. + +Klaus watched his silhouette disappear into the sky, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Did you sense it?" he murmured to the Old Saintess beside him. "That overwhelming mana... dense, silent, but still leaking from his body unconsciously. It felt like standing near the eye of a storm that hasn’t begun to spin." + +The Old Saintess nodded, her ancient eyes reflecting a quiet awe. "I sensed it too," she said. "Even in the Middle Domain, such monstrous potential is rare. His genius... it’s frightening." + +Klaus glanced at her. "How do you think he’ll compare to the geniuses from the Four God Nation?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. + +The Old Saintess fell silent for a moment, then spoke solemnly. "That’s hard to say. No genius in Acaris has ever matched the prodigies born in the Four God Nations. Not even those from the Middle Domain. The geniuses from the Four God Nations are called the strongest geniuses under the heavens for a reason." + +Her voice was calm, but reverent. "Right now, the Four God Nations stand where Black Dragon Palace once stood—untouchable. No power beneath the stars can rival them. So unless Max faces their geniuses directly in battle... we won’t know for sure. But if anyone can stand among them, it might just be him." + +"Strongest geniuses under the heavens..." Klaus mused hearing this. + +*** + +Max arrived before the tower silently and entered inside without anyone noticing. + +At last, he reached the very top of the tower, a place that hadn’t changed since the last time he stood there. Black tiles covered the entire circular platform, smooth and polished like obsidian, reflecting faint traces of the mana in the air. + +At the center of it stood the familiar pillar—slender, ancient, and etched with glowing patterns. It was the same spot where he had once gained the Dragon Scales Transformation ability, a place that had marked the beginning of evolution of bloodlines of all the members of the Black Lotus guild. + +As he approached, a voice echoed into the space, gentle yet laced with amusement. "You are here." + +Max turned his head slightly and saw it again—the parrot spirit, its vibrant feathers glinting with spiritual energy as it appeared from the void. + +Max didn’t waste time with pleasantries. "Am I eligible for the True Inheritance now or not?" he asked plainly, his voice calm but expectant. + +The parrot tilted its head, eyes glinting with approval. "You certainly are," it said with a satisfied nod. "You’ve come far." + +A small smile tugged at Max’s lips. "Then I’m ready." + +His voice held a quiet eagerness, not the excitement of someone chasing power, but the yearning of someone seeking curiosity—seeking the world. He was ready to leave this small corner of existence and step into something greater. + +So far, his knowledge had been limited—confined to this single planet, Acaris. + +Even though fragments of his childhood memories had returned, they offered nothing more than a hazy glimpse of the tragedy that had forced him to this world. + +He still didn’t know what existed beyond, didn’t know where he came from, or why. + +But he had pieced together one truth: his Big Sister, Freya, had tampered with his memories before leaving him behind. Blob had confirmed it through Witch of the North. + +And this would be his first time going over to a new world. + +The Parrot Spirit studied Max closely, its glowing eyes flickering with ancient intelligence as it floated lazily in the air. "Your bloodline concentration..." it murmured, "is far beyond the standard. It’s nothing like the typical Black Dragon Palace bloodline that lingers in the Lower Domain. Yours is at least one level higher than a Source Bloodline—rare, refined, and dangerously potent." + +The Spirit’s tone deepened. "But understand this: the trial you’re about to face will be adjusted accordingly. The stronger the bloodline, the harsher the trial." + +Max’s brows furrowed. "Trial?" he asked, voice tight with concern. + +The Parrot Spirit nodded solemnly. "It is one of the unbreakable rules of the Inheritance Tower. No one—regardless of bloodline, strength, or lineage—can bypass it. To even be eligible for the True Inheritance, one must first prove themselves in battle. That is why I told you to return only when your strength had reached the peak of Seeker Rank. With your current abilities, you should be able to handle it." + +Then, the spirit added flatly, "Just so you’re aware... defeat means death." + +Max didn’t flinch. He met the Spirit’s gaze, his voice steady. "I’m ready." He had faced enough life-threatening moments to know fear wasn’t useful now. If the trial was tuned to match the peak of Seeker Rank, then he had absolute confidence in clearing it. + +"Good," the Parrot Spirit said with a sharp glint in its eyes. "Then it shall be as you wish." + +Its small form suddenly soared upwards, climbing a hundred feet into the air, casting a spiritual radiance across the dark-tiled floor below. As its voice echoed like a solemn decree, a massive translucent screen appeared before Max, glowing with golden runes and swirling mists. + +"Trial Challenger Number 4089—Max Morgan," the Spirit declared, its voice now amplified with mystical authority. "In this trial, you must face the heroic souls of the Black Dragon Palace. They were once the most formidable geniuses to ever walk its halls—warriors who themselves once stood where you now stand, on the brink of the True Inheritance." + +He added. "Their strength, skills, and bloodlines have been perfectly preserved within the Tower’s memory matrix. And now... they will return in full force, recreated in the exact form they held during their own trials. Defeat them, and you will earn the right to trial of True Inheritance. Fail... and your soul will be extinguished alongside your body." + +The wind howled within the chamber as the screen shimmered, and the words the the parrot spoke recorded into the golden translucent screen before him. + +As the spirit stopped speaking, the world around Max vanished. He found himself standing on white tiles now stretching endlessly into the void. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-508.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-508.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b0f7ef1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-508.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 508: Geniuses from Ten Thousand Years ago" +slug: "ch-508" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 508 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1374 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood silently on the white-colored tiles of the arena floor, his gaze fixed ahead as the air shimmered a hundred feet before him. + +From the rippling space, a crimson haze began to take form, swirling with flickers of fire and shadow. Slowly, it condensed into the shape of a man—his aura ancient, his presence commanding. + +’Past geniuses of the Black Lotus Guild?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing. He hadn’t expected to face them like this—not as echoes or projections, but as reconstructed beings of power and pride, brought back through time by the tower’s mystical memory. + +Without hesitation, Max activated his 300 Draconic Essences, and in an instant, raw strength surged through every inch of his body. His veins pulsed with draconic might, his muscles coiling with energy as his heart pounded—not from fear, but from excitement. + +His fighting spirit ignited like wildfire, blazing in his chest with an intensity that made the very air around him shudder. + +’From what time are these geniuses?’ he wondered. ’Ten thousand years ago?’ + +That would make sense. Only in that golden age, when the world stood at its peak and the Lower Domain had not yet fallen into decline, did geniuses with Source Bloodlines exist in numbers. + +According to the parrot spirit, only those with Source Bloodlines had ever been eligible for the True Inheritance trial. And ten thousand years ago, the Black Dragon Palace wasn’t just a powerful force—it was the greatest power in the Lower Domain, a place where legends were born. + +If these warriors were from that era, then this wouldn’t be just a test of strength—it would be a battle against the best of a bygone age. + +Max’s blood stirred at the thought. He would discover just how powerful those ancient geniuses truly were. He would measure himself against the legacy of a thousand centuries. + +Before him, the red phantom continued to solidify, becoming clearer with every passing breath. The haze receded, revealing a tall man clad in a dark red robe lined with dragon patterns. + +In his hands was a long, blood-colored spear that exuded murderous intent. His features were striking—sharp brows, noble bone structure, eyes that seemed to burn with battle lust. He stood like a war god descending from flame. + +And then, a voice echoed from the sky above the arena, flat and commanding. "First opponent of the True Inheritance Trial Qualification Test—Black Dragon Palace, Ken Family, Fourth Cousin of the Sixth Crown Prince, General of the Firecloud Battalion, Arthur Ken!" + +’Ken Family? Firecloud Battalion General?’ Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to the announcement, piecing together fragments of forgotten history. + +It became increasingly clear that the Black Dragon Palace, during its peak ten thousand years ago, wasn’t a singular monolithic force but a vast empire of its own, composed of many powerful bloodline families, each with their own hierarchy and specialties. + +The Ken Family was only one such faction, yet it had produced a warrior who had once held the prestigious title of General within the Firecloud Battalion—a name that carried weight even after centuries of silence. + +And it made Max curious about the hierarchy of power back in the ten thousand years ago. + +’I wonder how strong would they be?’ Dozens of questions raced through Max’s mind, forming a web of curiosity, but he quickly suppressed them. + +Now wasn’t the time to be distracted by the grandeur of a past era. His gaze focused sharply on the figure standing across from him—Arthur Ken. His aura burned steadily like a controlled inferno, powerful yet precise, the kind of flame that didn’t just consume, but conquered. + +Max’s eyes scanned him, and he quickly noted the difference in realm. "Level 1 of Expert Rank," he muttered under his breath, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. ’So it really does tailor the opponents based on the quality of one’s bloodline...’ he thought. + +This trial wasn’t just a standard test—it was adaptive, scaling not only to the challenger’s cultivation level but also the potential their bloodline carried. The higher the bloodline purity, the stronger the opponent. + +And given how the parrot spirit had claimed Max’s bloodline was beyond even a standard Source Bloodline, it made sense. Max inhaled slowly, grounding his soul and body, the anticipation growing heavy in the silence before the storm. + +Without a single word or warning, Arthur Ken lunged forward, thrusting his long, blood-red spear straight at Max with blinding precision. + +The moment the weapon moved, the entire atmosphere trembled. Concept of Flames surged from every direction, drawn as if by instinct to the weapon’s call. In an instant, it gathered and twisted around the spear’s tip, forming a colossal black dragon phantom, its wings wide and its eyes burning with fury. + +The phantom beast roared silently, flapping its wings once before hurtling toward Max with unstoppable momentum. The dragon hadn’t even reached him yet, but the oppressive heat wave that followed it struck Max like a wall of molten air, making the very tiles beneath his feet hiss and shimmer. + +Yet Max’s eyes didn’t flinch—instead, they burned with a sharp, savage gleam. His fighting spirit ignited in an instant, answering fire with fire. "Come on!" he roared, and in the same breath, his fist slammed forward with unstoppable force. + +The air cracked as his punch collided head-on with the charging dragon phantom, and in the blink of an eye, the entire flaming construct shattered, bursting into pieces of molten light that scattered across the sky like burning petals. + +Before the embers could fade, Max’s figure vanished from where he stood. A split second later, he reappeared directly in front of Arthur Ken, his aura exploding with intensity. "Show me your full strength!" he bellowed, launching another devastating punch aimed directly at the ancient warrior’s chest. + +But Arthur Ken wasn’t slow to react—his eyes sharpened, and with seamless grace, he stabbed his spear forward to meet Max’s fist. + +The moment the tip of his weapon surged forth, black flames whirled violently around it, forming a howling tornado of fire at the spear’s edge. + +BOOM! + +The two forces collided midair in a thunderous explosion that shattered the space around them. Energy rippled outward like tidal waves crashing against the walls of the arena. + +And then, amidst the fading shockwave, a single figure was blasted backward, spinning through the air. It was Arthur Ken. His body, unable to withstand the sheer power of the impact, began to disintegrate, pieces of his form scattering into glowing fragments. + +Before he could even crash against the far end of the battlefield, his entire being flickered once—and vanished, erased from existence like a dying flame. The battle was over in one strike. Max stood tall, his fist still clenched, his body humming with unleashed force. + +’I need to hold back a little to see their full strength,’ Max thought wryly, lowering his clenched fist as the last traces of Arthur Ken’s energy faded into the air. + +The battle had ended far too quickly—too easily. Even though the strength of these ancient geniuses had clearly been elevated to the Expert Rank, adapted by the Inheritance Tower to match the caliber of his bloodline, they still weren’t enough. + +His current strength was far beyond any early levels Expert Rank warriors could handle. And yet, these were supposed to be the finest geniuses of the Black Dragon Palace from ten thousand years ago—the most brilliant prodigies of an era when the Lower Domain was at its peak. + +Max didn’t want to crush them in a single exchange; he wanted to learn from them, to witness the techniques and domains that had once dominated a golden age. + +Only if he gave them room—only if he eased the pressure—would he be able to observe whether they had truly comprehended their domains, if they had reached the pinnacle of Concepts or Laws, or if their fighting styles held secrets worth uncovering. + +If he continued to overpower them with brute force, these battles would become meaningless. + +What he sought wasn’t just victory, but understanding—the depth of legacy the Black Dragon Palace once held, and how far he’d truly come in comparison. + +From here on, he would restrain himself... just enough to let the storm rise before he put it down. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-509.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-509.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76a0d6f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-509.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 509: Domain?" +slug: "ch-509" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 509 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1269 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as the embers from the last battle faded into the void, the space before Max shimmered again. Faint energy rippled across the arena tiles as another figure began to take shape, slowly condensing from a haze of red and black. + +A calm, emotionless voice rang out from above, echoing through the towering walls of the Inheritance Tower. "Second opponent of the True Inheritance Trial Qualification Test—Black Dragon Palace, Vanguard General Paul." + +Max’s gaze sharpened. ’A Vanguard General?’ That meant Paul wasn’t just a common genius—he might be someone who led the charge in wars, someone who forged a path through fire and blood for others to follow. + +The title carried weight, and Max’s interest stirred. + +After a few heartbeats, the form fully materialized. A tall, black-haired youth stood across from him, his posture upright, his aura cold and disciplined. His expression held no trace of emotion—indifferent, as if he had killed a thousand times and expected nothing less this time either. + +"Level 1 of Expert Rank..." Max observed casually, noting the same adjusted strength level. He remained still, waiting—calm, confident. He didn’t have to wait long. + +Without a word, General Paul raised his hand, and with a sharp motion, three black fireballs ignited into existence, each swirling with refined intensity. The fire wasn’t normal—it crackled with a higher resonance, forged by the Concept of Flames. + +They shot toward Max one after the other in rapid succession, their paths sharp and precise. Max’s eyes flicked once. With a smooth motion, he drew his sword and swept it in a fluid arc, slicing all three fireballs apart before they could touch him. + +The flames hissed and vanished, snuffed out by the sheer sharpness of his strike. + +Paul didn’t hesitate. In the next instant, he launched a blazing spear of black flame that twisted in the air like a dragon. + +Max stepped forward, raising his free hand, and released his own black flames, devouring Paul’s spear with flames even darker and more ferocious. It vanished in a single breath. + +Paul’s eyes narrowed. He thrust both hands forward, and a wave of black fire surged along the ground, splitting the arena tiles as it moved like a burning tsunami. + +Max stomped his foot down, and the raw power of 300 Draconic Essences burst from his body like a shockwave, shattering the wave mid-charge and leaving only smoke behind. + +Then came the large-scale attacks. + +Paul pointed to the sky, and three enormous pillars of black flame erupted around Max, trapping him in a triangle of blazing heat. The flames were laced with Concept of Flames, burning brighter and more violently with each second. + +Max closed his eyes for a brief moment and exhaled slowly. The next instant, he slashed with his sword slicing each of the three pillar of flames into nothingness. He then appeared behind General Paul, untouched, the heat unable to even singe his clothes. + +"You’ll have to do better," Max muttered. + +Paul clenched his fists, and the world around them changed. + +Suddenly, the air turned thick and suffocating. The ground pulsed with waves of heat. Everything became heavy with burning energy. + +Domain. + +Paul had activated his Domain of Flames. Flames erupted in every direction, painting the world in black, a landscape where Paul reigned supreme. From within the domain, countless blades and spears of fire rained toward Max, their edges honed by Concept. + +"Finally a Domain..." Max was excited seeing the world full of black flames but he wasn’t distracted. + +With a calm breath, he invoked his own Concept of Flames, and instantly, the raging domain was countered—not broken, but tamed. + +The fire attacks came, one after another, but Max danced through them, deflecting some with his sword, letting his black flames consume others, and at times, simply tanking them with the monstrous physical strength his Draconic Essences granted. It was as if nothing could touch him. + +However, just as Max lowered his sword and the last remnants of the fire domain scattered into the air, something strange happened—the Domain of Flames, which should have lingered for a long time, vanished completely, as if it had never existed. + +The suffocating heat, the oppressive spiritual pressure, everything disappeared in an instant. + +Max blinked, confused, his brow furrowed. "Huh? It’s gone?" he muttered, glancing around, his senses sharpening. + +But then—a shift. A subtle yet sudden pulse in the air. His Three Dimensional Body caught sight of a projectile heading in his direction. Fast. + +Without hesitation, Max shot into the sky, his body becoming a streak of black flames. A moment later, a devastating slash of black flames cut through the space where he had been standing just a second ago. The ground below cracked violently from the force, leaving behind a molten scar in the arena floor. + +Max’s eyes snapped toward the direction the attack came from—and what he saw made even his heart lurch. + +Standing there was General Paul—but he wasn’t the same man anymore. His calm, indifferent aura had deepened into something ancient and feral. + +Towering behind him was a colossal entity, a being made entirely of condensed black flames. It loomed like a deity of war, its semi-transparent form radiating heat that warped the very air around it. + +In its massive hands was a bow—unlike anything Max had ever seen—made of living fire, and its eyes, glowing pits of seething darkness, were locked onto him with deadly intent. + +Max’s breath caught for a moment. ’What... what is that?’ Never in his life had he seen such an attack. It wasn’t just powerful—it was deliberate, focused, and built with terrifying precision. And that’s when it hit him. The Domain earlier hadn’t been Paul’s ultimate move. It had been a misdirection—a smokescreen designed solely to hold Max’s attention while he prepared this monstrosity. + +Max’s mind whirled. ’Aren’t Domains supposed to be the manifestation of one’s strongest Concept? The peak of one’s understanding?’ + +Yet Paul had used it as bait—meaning this was his true killing move, something beyond the Domain. But the towering fire-being didn’t care for Max’s thoughts. It moved again, its blazing arms pulling back the string of the flame bow slowly, ominously. + +The air began to tremble. The ground beneath Paul cracked further from the sheer pressure. + +Whoosh! + +The sharp, cutting sound tore through the air as an arrow of black flames launched from the colossal flame-being’s bow. It sliced through the sky like a beam of molten death, leaving a burning trail in its wake as it screamed toward Max. + +But Max didn’t flinch. His sword moved in a clean arc, and with a burst of concentrated force, he cleaved the arrow in half mid-flight, the black flames dissipating into harmless wisps of smoke. + +His eyes narrowed as he watched the remnants fade. "His class..." Max muttered under his breath, his mind quickly analyzing the battlefield, "it’s likely a ranged bow and arrow type. But this—this giant flame being—it must be some kind of advanced projection, a unique combination of class abilities and a high-level technique bound together through his Concept of Flames." + +Before the thought could fully settle, another flaming arrow came screaming toward him. Max reacted instantly, his sword flashing once more, and the second arrow was destroyed just as effortlessly. Yet something gnawed at him. These attacks weren’t just brute force—they were layered with intent, strategy, and a kind of pressure that most ranged fighters lacked. + +Then, without warning, the massive flame-being shifted again. Its burning arms moved in a blur as it notched not one, but ten arrows at once, the bow creaking with heat and power. Max’s eyes widened slightly. ’Ten at once?’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-51.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-51.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..66d9694 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-51.md @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 51: Max vs Eren Volfire" +slug: "ch-51" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 51 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1310 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Hello, you two." Max greeted them, noticing their astonished expressions. "Are you two surprised? But why? If I dare to participate in the test on behalf of the general’s quarters, then I obviously have some tricks up my sleeve to win against you guys." + +Eric Volfire stared deeply at Max, his eyes trying to see through him. "I don’t know what method you used to win against Tim, but these tricks won’t work on me," he said with a faint sneer. + +Max smiled at him. "We’ll see about that." + +"Looks like our names are being randomized," Lyra said, her eyes on the screen. + +Max turned to see two columns of names. One had "Bye" and the other "Versus," meaning one of them would get a bye and directly advance to the final, while the others in the "Versus" column had to fight for that position. + +Soon, the randomizer stopped, and the names on each column became clear. + +Max Morgan VS Eren Volfire, Bye - Lyra Dusckshade. + +"Hehe, it’s me and you," Eren chuckled as he entered through the shiny door, above which their names were written. + +Max shrugged and followed behind him. + +Soon, both of them appeared again in a grassy plain, but with no trees in sight. + +"I will show you that in front of true strength, all tricks are useless," Eren said, taking out a sword and round shield. A moment later, both the sword and shield blazed with flames. + +"Inferno Slash!" Eren swung his blazing sword toward Max, sending a fiery arc of flames toward him. + +Seeing that, Max used the Infernal Coating skill, and his hands transformed into flames, so compressed that it appeared as though he wore skin gloves of flame atop both hands. + +He then moved one of his hands forward and—Bang! + +The fiery arc collided with his hand, creating a small explosion, but it failed to harm Max at all. + +"Tch," Eren muttered, frustrated, and dashed toward Max, flames propelling him forward. + +Arriving close to Max, he swung his sword several times, sending four fiery arcs toward him. + +This time, Max took action. He dashed forward and punched one of the fiery arcs, causing it to explode into oblivion. Dashing around, he punched the other three fiery arcs, which also exploded into nothingness. + +"Sword of Annihilation!" At that moment, Eren closed the distance between them and attacked with his blazing sword. He swung it down, unleashing bursting flames. + +Max glanced at the fiery sword coming down from above and sidestepped just at the right moment to dodge it. + +Bang! + +The attack hit the ground, creating a small crater. + +Using this opportunity, Max used the power of 5 Draconic Essences and punched forward at Eren with his flaming hand. + +Bang! + +Eren, at the last possible moment, used his shield to block Max’s attack. But the shield shattered into pieces, sending Eren flying back like a broken kite. + +But Eren used his sword as an anchor, quickly stabilizing himself and attacking once again from a distance. This time, he held his sword in a straight, high position above his head, causing it to blaze forth with more and more flames. + +Once it blazed with flames, he swung it down in one final arc. + +Eight fiery arcs crisscrossed as they were released from his sword, making their way toward Max. The flames burned so hot that the grass along the way turned black. + +Seeing the attack, Max used the same technique, punching forward with his blazing fist. + +Bang! + +The collision engulfed Max in flames, but as the smoke and dust cleared, Max stood in the same place as if nothing had happened. + +"Are you done?" Max asked Eren, who was breathing heavily. + +Eren stared deeply at Max and said, "Your tricks are too strong." He hated to admit it, but it was the truth. + +Max smiled and walked toward him. Upon reaching him, he punched him again, causing his body to explode into red particles. A moment later, his entire body disintegrated into red particles. + +’Those at level 10 have become easy to kill,’ Max mused. He hadn’t even used the full extent of his Infernal Coating skill, and yet it could block all attacks from level 10, making Max wonder where his limits lay. + +’Only those at the Apprentice Rank could bring out my full strength,’ he thought, walking into the shiny blue light door and arriving at the hall.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Noticing only Lyra, Max waved at her. "It seems we’ll fight to see who will win the top spot," he said, grinning. + +Lyra shook her head. "Our battle is pointless. I only want to enter the Phoenix Order, and since my spot is almost guaranteed with second rank in the test, there’s no need for us to fight." + +Max shrugged. "Have it your way, then." It didn’t matter to him whether he fought someone or not since he would win either way. + +Just then, a red shiny door materialized in the hall with "Exit" written above it. + +"Let’s leave," Max said to her as he walked toward the shiny red door and disappeared from the hall once he entered through it. + +Lyra stared at Max and then followed behind him, entering the red door. + +--- + +Outside the Battle Realm, Max and Lyra both came out of the Battle Cube at the same time. + +"They didn’t fight for the top spot. I was waiting for it." + +"I bet Max would win against Lyra. He’s just too strong." + +"But Lyra’s strength is also deep. Who knows what she would pull against Max in their battle?" + +"Then Max, Lyra, and Eren will be going for the recruitment test of the Phoenix Order." + +The crowd murmured once Max and Lyra came out of the Battle Realm. They were a bit disappointed that they couldn’t see the battle between them. + +"Max, Lyra, and Eren. You three will be given spots for the Phoenix Order guild," General Foster said, tossing each of them a token. + +Max caught the token and noticed that it was round, with a blazing phoenix on one side and the word "Trial" on the other. + +’It seems this is the recommendation token,’ Max thought, putting it away. + +General Foster spoke to the three of them. "These are called Trial Passes. Without them, you wouldn’t be able to enter the recruitment test for the Phoenix Order guild." + +He added, "There is a branch of the Phoenix Order guild in Old Lake City, in our Dustfall District. You three have to report there by tomorrow if you want to participate in the recruitment test. But sadly, I can’t take you there, as generals are forbidden to enter Old Lake City during the recruitment test." + +’They are forbidden to enter?’ Max thought, finding this interesting. + +"I recommend you leave for Old Lake City right away," General Foster said solemnly. "Also, don’t push yourself too hard if you feel the test is too difficult, as many geniuses die in the recruitment test each year." + +Max, Lyra, and Eren nodded in understanding. + +"Then today’s test has come to an end," General Foster announced to the crowd. "Max, Lyra, and Eren are the three who will go to the Phoenix Order guild for the recruitment test. You are all dismissed." + +People began to leave after the announcement. They had come to see the top three geniuses of Crestford City, and they were satisfied with the result. + +"Old Lake City…" Max muttered as he planned to leave soon. + +"Max, are you leaving?" Zixi asked, arriving before him. William also came with her. + +"I am, and thanks for the recommendation," Max said, thanking her. + +"Good luck," Zixi said, smiling at Max. + +"Yeah, good luck, Max," William said, patting Max on the back. + +Max smiled at them and hugged both of them tightly. "I’ll see you guys soon." + +With those words, he left the general’s quarters. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-510.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-510.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31348e6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-510.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 510: Passing the Trial" +slug: "ch-510" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 510 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! + +Ten arrows of black flames launched in rapid succession, each one faster than the last, each infused with a greater degree of the Concept of Flames. The air whistled with their speed, and space itself seemed to shudder under their trajectory. + +They weren’t just meant to hit—they were meant to overwhelm. The arrows screamed toward him like a storm of death, ready to crash into him from multiple directions at once. + +Max’s eyes gleamed with sharp excitement as the ten flaming arrows tore through the sky toward him like burning javelins of death. + +Without hesitation, he raised his hand and muttered calmly, "Magic Swords Barrage." + +Instantly, the air around him shimmered as hundreds of ethereal blue swords materialized in formation, floating like a loyal army awaiting orders. Each blade pulsed with sharp intent, forged of condensed mana and laced with piercing energy. + +With a mere flick of his fingers, ten of the glowing swords surged forward, intercepting the incoming arrows mid-air. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +Explosions of fire and light erupted above the battlefield as the blue swords clashed against the black flaming arrows. The blasts shook the air, ripples of heat and energy pulsing outward in a chaotic dance. + +The remaining swords hovered around Max, spinning slowly, protecting him like a shield of blades. + +Meanwhile, Max stepped forward, gripping his sword tightly, its surface faintly glowing with his lightly flickering black flames. Power surged down his arm as he swung it in a clean, controlled motion, flames trailing from the blade like smoke from a dragon’s breath. + +’Divergent Slash!’ + +A massive arc of black flames burst from his sword, its edge sharp enough to split stone, its heat intense enough to warp the very air. + +The slash roared across the arena, aimed directly at the monstrous flame-being bound to General Paul. + +In a single, fluid moment, the arc reached its target and—Swish!—sliced the fiery projection cleanly in half. The colossal entity didn’t even have time to react as its body split, and then exploded into dozens of small flame pops, each scattering across the arena like dying stars. + +Black flames rained down in soft crackles around General Paul, who stood unmoving amidst the disintegration. + +But a moment later, his body, too, began to crumble—slowly breaking apart into shimmering fragments of energy before vanishing into the air. + +Max lowered his sword, the last of the blue magic swords dissolving behind him. The battle was over, and the second of the ancient geniuses had fallen. + +’It’s funny,’ Max thought lightly as he stood amidst the fading embers of the battlefield, ’how the geniuses from ten thousand years ago could master their own Domains with such clarity, yet not a single being in the current Lower Domain has achieved the same.’ + +His gaze wandered across the scorched tiles of the arena, his expression calm but distant. The contrast was glaring. Once, this world had brimmed with true power—an age when Master Rank experts roamed the lands of the Lower Domain like living legends, when Domains weren’t myths but stepping stones. + +And now? The Lower Domain had withered into a shadow of its former glory, weighed down by mediocrity, its peak far from reach. + +Just as the thought faded, another figure began to condense before him—his next opponent. + +Max fought him as he did the last, giving space, letting the ancient genius reveal their full might, unleash their most devastating techniques, only for Max to dismantle them in the end with calm precision. + +Then came the third opponent, followed by the fourth. One after another, they emerged from the echoes of history—fifth, sixth, seventh—each a piece of a forgotten legacy. + +Max faced them all, sword in hand, black flames roaring, draconic essence thundering through his veins. He held nothing back when it mattered, and each time, he stood tall as his foes faded into memory. + +The battles grew heavier with each round, more refined, more desperate—these weren’t simple tests, but glimpses into the brilliance of a lost era. Yet Max pressed on. Eighth. Ninth. Tenth. And finally, after a relentless gauntlet of clashes, the arena went still. + +The air shimmered faintly, and then, a familiar flat voice echoed across the silent chamber like a tolling bell. "Trial Challenger 4089 – Max Morgan successfully passed the trial to participate in the Trial of True Inheritance." + +The words were simple, emotionless—but their meaning thundered through the tower. The qualification was complete. + +’Even though none of them were truly strong enough to pose a challenge to me... I did learn something from them,’ Max mused as he stood in the now silent arena, the last embers of battle fading into the distance. + +A faint sense of satisfaction flickered across his mind, not because he had won—victory was expected—but because the trial had offered something far more valuable: insight. + +As he recalled each battle, each clash, and each technique, a realization crystallized in his thoughts. + +The geniuses of the golden era, despite their overwhelming talents, didn’t place excessive emphasis on Domains. It wasn’t because they lacked the ability to create one—no, in fact, it seemed almost everyone during that peak age of the Lower Domain had a Domain of their own. + +Domains were commonplace, expected, and therefore no longer considered a trump card. Flaunting a Domain back then was as pointless as boasting about breathing; everyone could do it. + +So instead, those ancient experts had turned their focus toward something more refined: efficiency. + +They honed the quality of their Concepts rather than relying on the grandeur of Domains. Their techniques were precise, their Concepts razor-sharp, their execution almost surgical. + +They didn’t seek to overwhelm with scale, but to dominate through mastery. They studied how to squeeze every last drop of power from a Concept, how to weave it into every move, every attack, every breath. + +"This makes me wonder... just how many levels are there in a Concept?" Max muttered quietly, his voice echoing slightly in the vast stillness as he found himself once again standing atop the familiar black-tiled floor of the hall—the same one where the trial had begun. + +The oppressive silence of the chamber was broken only by the sudden flapping of wings as the parrot spirit reappeared before him, its feathers glowing faintly with an ethereal light. "You did good," it said simply, its tone carrying a rare note of approval. "Now, follow me." + +Without further explanation, the spirit turned and began to drift through the air, guiding Max away from the trial chamber. Max said nothing and followed in silence, his footsteps quiet but steady. + +They moved through corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly, lined with shifting light and ancient symbols that pulsed gently as they passed. + +After a while, the scenery changed. The light dimmed, then faded altogether. Within moments, Max found himself surrounded by utter darkness—so dense, so absolute, it seemed to press in from all directions. + +Even his Three Dimensional Body, which had always allowed him to sense space and matter with terrifying clarity, faltered. The edges of his senses were dulled, the boundaries of the room impossible to perceive. + +He could see nothing, feel nothing, not even the walls or the floor beneath him. It was as if he had stepped out of the material world and into a void between realities. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his instincts sharpening as he continued walking behind the parrot spirit—now the only source of faint illumination in this sea of blackness. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-511.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-511.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..01728bc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-511.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 511: Inter Planetary Teleportation Runes" +slug: "ch-511" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 511 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1263 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Trial Challenger, we are here..." the parrot spirit announced, its voice eerily calm, floating in the suffocating darkness. + +As the words fell, the space around Max abruptly began to twist and distort. A strange pressure surged through him, followed by a wave of vertigo that made his vision blur for a moment. The sensation was like being pulled through a whirlpool of space itself. + +Then, in the very next instant, he was no longer in the dark. Max found himself standing on a vast, elevated platform that stretched endlessly in every direction. + +It was circular in shape and easily ten miles in diameter, suspended in an unknown realm, neither sky nor stars above, only swirling mists and faint golden strands of energy drifting through the void. + +The surface beneath his feet was smooth, cold, and etched with countless ancient runes. They glowed faintly with a pale silver hue, pulsing rhythmically like a living thing. + +Max knelt down and brushed his fingers against one of the marks, eyes narrowing as he examined the complex patterns. ’Runes...’ + +But the more he looked, the more confused he became. These weren’t ordinary formation runes. + +He had spent years studying runes, absorbing knowledge from both traditional texts and modern runes—he prided himself on his understanding—but the symbols carved into this platform were like nothing he had ever seen. + +Some resembled pieces of known formations, while others were so alien in structure that he couldn’t even tell where they began or ended. + +Max’s brow furrowed. ’Is this... a rune formation created by the Black Dragon Palace?’ he wondered, a flicker of awe and confusion mixing in his chest. + +If so, then it must have been crafted during their most ancient age, possibly by beings who had long surpassed what the Lower Domain now understood. + +The sheer complexity and age of it made even him feel like an amateur staring at divine scripture. + +"What are these runes?" Max muttered, turning toward the parrot spirit with a puzzled expression, his gaze sweeping across the massive circular platform beneath his feet. + +"It’s a teleportation rune formation," the parrot spirit replied calmly, its voice as casual as if it were talking about the weather. + +"What?!" Max’s eyes widened in shock, his calm demeanor shaken for a moment. A teleportation rune formation? That enormous array, spread across a platform ten miles wide—was meant only for teleportation? + +He had seen teleportation formations before, even used them multiple times, but none came remotely close to the scale of this one. The largest he’d ever glimpsed was the formation used to travel between the Valora Continent and the Lost Continent, and even that had been no more than a few hundred meters in size. But this... this was in another league entirely. + +’It’s like it was built to transport an entire army,’ Max thought, his eyes tracing the glowing silver runes. The thought sent a chill down his spine. + +Something this large could effortlessly send thousands—maybe tens of thousands—across worlds. + +"It’s big for a reason," the parrot spirit said with a knowing smile. "This transmission circle leads directly to a place far, far away... a different planet altogether." + +Max nodded slowly, realization dawning in his eyes. Of course—interplanetary teleportation. The distance between planets would demand such a vast and intricate formation. + +Anything less would collapse under the strain of spatial instability. This wasn’t a simple portal—it was a grand gateway, one that defied the natural limitations of the world. + +"How long will it take me to complete the Trial of True Inheritance?" he asked suddenly, his voice steady but edged with urgency. The image of the Citadel’s looming descent flashed through his mind. + +He needed to be there when it happened—he had to be. No matter how powerful the inheritance was, it meant nothing if he missed the battle that would decide the fate of so many. "I need to know if I’ll be able to return at any time if the situation demands it." + +"Trial Challenger, I cannot guarantee when you will complete the Trial of True Inheritance," the parrot spirit replied. "The Trial of True Inheritance is considered one of the core legacies of the Black Dragon Palace. It is divided into several stages, each more demanding than the last. You may only proceed to the next stage after successfully completing the current one." + +He added. "Once you complete the first stage, you will have the option to return temporarily. But as for how long it will take you to finish even that... I cannot say. It varies for every challenger, and depends entirely on your comprehension, your potential, and your willpower." The spirit’s words hung in the air like ancient law, impersonal and absolute. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly, mind racing through the implications. If he could leave after the first stage, it gave him some leeway, but there was no telling how long that stage might take. He needed to be sure. He couldn’t afford to be stuck here when the Citadel descended. + +"What’s the fastest time that a genius of the Black Lotus Guild completed the trial?" he asked quickly, then added, "And why have you started calling me ’Trial Challenger’? You were far more informal before—what caused the sudden change in tone?" + +"The fastest was... seventy-seven days," the parrot spirit stated, its voice steady but carrying a weight that hadn’t been there before. + +Then, as if sensing Max’s growing curiosity, it continued with a calm explanation. "Previously, you were nothing more than a member of the Black Lotus Guild—yes, one who reached the seventh floor of the tower, possessed a bloodline beyond the Source Bloodline, and carried potential—but still, in the eyes of the tower’s laws, you were beneath me in status." + +He added. "But the moment you passed the trial qualifying you for the True Inheritance, your position changed. From that point on, your status within the system of the Black Dragon Palace inheritance surpassed mine, and so I can no longer address you with familiarity or casualness. I am bound to show respect." + +Though the parrot spirit’s nature was rooted in neutrality, even indifference, there was no denying the subtle shift in tone. That number—seventy-seven days—was no simple record. It was a legendary feat. + +"Seventy-seven days... I understand," Max said quietly, his gaze sharpening with resolve. If someone had once completed the entire True Inheritance trial in such a short span, then it was possible. Maybe he wouldn’t match that number exactly, but three months? That was within his reach. + +’And this status thing...’ Max mused silently, his eyes scanning the massive teleportation platform once more. ’It seems the True Inheritance is more than just a reward. It’s a gateway into a realm of experts that few ever touch.’ + +"Alright, let’s go then," Max said with quiet determination, turning to face the massive teleportation platform, his heart calm yet filled with anticipation. + +"As you wish," the parrot spirit responded, its voice echoing faintly in the still air.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +The moment those words left its beak, the skies above the ancient platform began to shimmer with soft, glowing light. From the swirling void overhead, hundreds of fist-sized crimson crystals began to descend slowly, like stars falling in silence. + +They sparkled with a brilliance that made the air itself pulse with energy, and one by one, they gently slid into the deep grooves carved into the ancient altar at the center of the teleportation formation. Each crystal clicked into place with a hum of resonance, activating layers of runes that flared to life like a slumbering beast awakening from centuries of rest. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-512.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-512.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e009950 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-512.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 512: Traveling a Space Tunnel" +slug: "ch-512" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 512 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1422 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max watched in awe, his eyes narrowing slightly. He had never seen these types of red energy stones before—not in any texts, not in any guild vault, and certainly not in the wild. But even without recognition, his senses were sharp enough to understand one thing clearly—the power emanating from these crystals was on a completely different level. + +Their energy fluctuations dwarfed even the most advanced high-rank monster cores or the infamous Sinful Bone Frames he had seen in the darker corners of the Mourning Depths. It was like comparing the light of a candle to the radiance of a star. + +And it made sense. For a teleportation rune formation of this scale—spanning ten miles across and capable of crossing planetary boundaries—ordinary energy sources simply wouldn’t suffice. The tower would need something rare, something ancient, something far beyond what this realm commonly produced. + +These red crystals were absolutely priceless—each one a condensed vessel of unfathomable energy, likely forged or cultivated through processes long lost to time. + +As Max watched them settle into the massive runic altar, he felt the sheer weight of the resources being expended just to initiate a single transmission. If the energy cost to send one young elite across worlds was this astronomical, then the resources allocated to those who passed and began the True Inheritance training could only be imagined. + +It wasn’t just a matter of cultivating strength—it was the shaping of future legends, the forging of pillars who could one day uphold the might of the Black Dragon Palace itself. + +No wonder the palace had such harsh, nearly impossible requirements for anyone seeking to qualify. This wasn’t a path open to the mediocre or the merely talented—it was a throne only the truly monstrous could sit upon. + +For the Black Dragon Palace to invest so much into a single individual, they needed certainty. Assurance. A soul capable of enduring the path of gods. + +And now, standing at the center of this grand formation, Max understood clearly: even among the elite, he was one of the few chosen. + +Only someone with his rare fusion of power, comprehension, bloodline, and sheer will could be granted this opportunity. And though the burden was heavy, Max felt no hesitation. + +Bang! + +The red crystals embedded within the altar suddenly erupted with raw, blazing energy. A deep rumble thundered through the colossal platform as the entire transmission array trembled violently beneath Max’s feet. + +All at once, the ancient runes carved into the altar lit up in a cascading sequence, their glow intensifying with each second until the platform was bathed in a dazzling crimson light. + +Then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of space, a massive beam of fiery-red energy shot upward from the center of the altar, piercing the sky like a divine spear. + +As Max stood at the heart of the formation, the full brunt of the teleportation force slammed into him all at once. It wasn’t just heat or pressure—it was a suffocating weight that felt as if an entire world had dropped onto his shoulders. + +His bones creaked, his muscles strained, and even his organs felt like they were being crushed under the oppressive force. It wasn’t just physical—it was spatial and soul-based, pressing in from every direction with unrelenting fury. + +For a brief moment, Max’s vision blurred, his breath caught in his throat, and he understood one terrifying truth—if he had been even slightly weaker, he would have been annihilated on the spot. + +"Dragon Scales Transformation!" + +Max growled, and in an instant, black condensed scales surged across his body, forming an armor of impenetrable draconic defense. The weight pressing down on him was still immense, but the transformation stabilized him. His breathing steadied, his footing held firm, and he stood tall amidst the storm of energy. + +Internally, even Max couldn’t help but be shocked. ’This transmission... it’s beyond anything I’ve ever imagined. If a normal Seeker Rank expert were to stand here, they wouldn’t last a second—they’d explode before they even realized what hit them.’ + +Bang! + +The entire transmission runes violently trembled once aagin as a deeper surge of red energy erupted from its core, flooding the altar in a sea of brilliant crimson light. + +The air crackled with spatial distortion, the runes flaring like a chain of explosions, each one releasing waves of intense energy that rippled across the platform. + +Max barely had a moment to steady himself before it happened—the world around him twisted sharply, and then his body was yanked forward with overwhelming force. + +It was as if something had seized his entire existence and flung him into the heart of a maelstrom. A sudden, dizzying acceleration slammed into him, so extreme and violent that it felt like his organs were about to be ripped from his body. + +His vision blurred, and the sensation of movement overwhelmed his senses as the fabric of reality bent and warped around him. He clenched his jaw, forced his body to endure, and kept his soul force steady even as red beams of light coiled tightly around him like chains, wrapping him in protective yet turbulent energy. + +Then came the rupture—space itself shattered. The tower, the world, the sky—all broke into fragments of color and sound as Max was hurled into an incomparably chaotic space flow. + +Time had no meaning here. Directions collapsed. He was surrounded by streaks of light, broken fragments of laws, twisting tunnels of energy that crackled with unstable power. + +Yet despite the chaos, Max’s eyes suddenly gleamed. ’This again...’ + +It was a space tunnel. + +He remembered this sensation. This lawless corridor between dimensions. He had experienced it once before. When he travelled to the Lost Continent, a little bit in the Divine Pillar. + +And now, he saw something more than just a blur of movement and destruction. He felt the subtle pulses, the fractures between realms, the echoes of time that whispered between spatial tears. This place wasn’t just a path—it was a forge. A crucible for insight. + +’This is the perfect time to temper my Concepts of Space and maybe I could even have a glimpse at the Concept of Time here,’ Max thought, steadying his breath as he extended his senses, letting his consciousness expand to grasp the elusive rhythms of this chaotic flow. Amidst the storm of dimensions, he no longer fought against the chaos—he embraced it. + +The chaotic space flow Max found himself in this time was far more violent, more terrifying, and more unpredictable than anything he had ever faced before. + +Jagged currents of dimensional force howled like wild beasts, tearing through the void in spiraling torrents of fractured reality. Space twisted, collapsed, and rebuilt itself in erratic pulses, and the pressure from all sides felt like invisible blades trying to slice him apart.𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 + +But Max wasn’t the same as he had been the last time he traversed such a realm. His strength had grown exponentially, and more importantly, his comprehension of the Concept of Space had deepened to an extraordinary level. He could now feel the subtle patterns in the chaos, the pulses of collapsing dimensions and the sharp bends in the broken flow of time. + +Even if his body couldn’t brute-force its way through these currents, his mind was sharp enough to navigate them. Using spatial techniques and his refined control, he sidestepped collapse points, twisted his body between ruptures, and avoided the sheer destruction that once had nearly left him crippled and unable to move. + +Still, the journey was brutal. Time didn’t exist here, only the endless churn of spatial storms, and Max soared through them for what felt like an eternity. Even with his monstrous endurance and deep energy reserves, the unrelenting pressure devoured his strength bit by bit. + +His breathing grew heavier, his movements slower. Seventy percent... eighty percent... his true essence was being drained rapidly, burned like fuel just to stay intact. Every breath felt like dragging a mountain behind him. But he endured. Gritting his teeth, eyes blazing with unyielding determination, Max refused to falter. + +And then—suddenly—his body convulsed as a powerful spatial ripple slammed into him like a divine hammer. In the next instant, the chaotic space flow ripped open before him, and Max was violently ejected. + +The sensation was like being kicked out of existence and hurled into a new one. His vision blurred, his soul trembled, and his body flipped through the air uncontrollably before he was started falling through the air. + +’I am falling?!’ It was the Max realized, he had arrived at his destination. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-513.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-513.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..75ecbb9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-513.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 513: Obsidian Dragon City" +slug: "ch-513" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 513 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1231 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max landed heavily on a wide platform, the surface beneath him engraved with countless ancient runes, symbols of power that pulsed faintly with residual energy from the transmission. But his attention wasn’t on the runes—not even for a second. + +His gaze was drawn forward, eyes widening slightly as he looked through the massive transparent glass wall that stretched in front of him, revealing a breathtaking view of the city beyond. + +What he saw wasn’t just a city—it was a seamless blend of eras, a marvel of culture and power fused into one. + +Towering skyscrapers rose into the heavens, their forms majestic and awe-inspiring, but unlike the cold steel-and-glass monoliths found in modern worlds, these towers were shaped with the essence of tradition. + +Their surfaces were carved from jade-like stone, polished wood, and flowing rooflines that resembled ancient temples, yet they stood as tall as mountains, glowing faintly with energy conduits running along their sides like golden veins. + +Between them sprawled traditional courtyards, pagodas, open markets with crimson-tiled roofs, and streets paved with ancient cobblestone. Wooden lanterns hung from overhead beams, flickering with spiritual fire, while floating orbs of light—clearly infused with modern formations—hovered above, casting a gentle glow over the pedestrians below. + +People walked in robes and tunics, yet some wore armors embedded with sleek enchantments, others carried scrolls while riding beast-like hovercrafts that soared just above the ground. + +It was a world where ancient elegance met modern grandeur, where technology bowed to heritage, and tradition ruled even the highest structures. + +Max stood silently, awestruck, as the hum of the city whispered across the glass—an entire world of wonder and civilization waiting beyond the platform. + +"This... This is amazing!" Max muttered aloud, genuine awe lacing his voice as his eyes soaked in the breathtaking cityscape before him. It was like something out of a dream, too magnificent, too harmoniously crafted to be real. + +"This is Obsidian Dragon City," the parrot spirit said, its glowing form hovering beside him as it looked over the city with an almost reverent calm. "One of the many cities under the influence of the Black Dragon Palace." + +"Obsidian Dragon City..." Max nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on the skyline. He understood now. The name wasn’t just poetic—it was symbolic. The obsidian reflected the unyielding depth of legacy, and the dragon, the palace’s immortal pride. + +"Let’s go," the parrot spirit said. "I will take you to where the trial of the True Inheritance will be held." + +Before Max could speak, a blurry light enveloped him, warm and soft, and then his body was lifted into the air, gliding smoothly across the skies alongside the parrot. The city drew nearer with every passing second, and as they approached, the grandeur only grew more overwhelming. + +After a few minutes of flight, Max arrived at the gates of a truly colossal city castle—the heart of Obsidian Dragon City. The walls alone were towering, and as they descended near the entrance, he saw the city gates rise up to a staggering height of a thousand feet. + +They were made of polished darkstone, inscribed with ancient dragon motifs that shimmered faintly with hidden runes. But it wasn’t the gate itself that caught his attention. It was the massive signboard above it. + +Etched into the center were three colossal golden characters: Obsidian Dragon City. + +Those three words pulsed with an overwhelming aura—an inexhaustible, boundless force that exuded ancient power and pride. + +Just looking at the letters made Max’s head buzz faintly, his Soul Palace trembling ever so slightly under the weight of the aura. Despite his confidence in his willpower and spiritual stability, he instinctively looked away, not daring to stare for more than a heartbeat. + +"This sign..." Max muttered, his eyes instinctively flicking back to the massive golden words above the city gates. + +Even as he glanced at them for only a heartbeat, the residual pressure made his chest tighten slightly. The aura it exuded was far too vast, far too profound to be just ordinary craftsmanship. + +"The words above that signboard were personally written by the Third Master of Obsidian Dragon City," the parrot spirit explained, its tone solemn. "Within those characters is contained the root Laws of all fire-attribute energies. They are imbued with a fragment of the Laws themselves, not just ink and calligraphy. When an expert looks upon them, they often feel disoriented—even those who have already comprehended a Concept of Flame are not immune to its pressure." + +"I see..." Max said softly, startled. That explained the tremble in his spiritual sea. He hadn’t even touched the essence of the sign, yet it had still affected him. And this so-called Third Master... who exactly were they? + +The spirit hadn’t specified their lineage, and Max suspected that was deliberate. From what little he had learned during the previous qualification trial, the Black Dragon Palace wasn’t ruled by a single family or bloodline but by a powerful coalition of noble clans, each one boasting monstrous talents and fearsome strength. + +If the Third Master held such a title within Obsidian Dragon City, then their influence—and power—had to be immense. + +"Come, let us enter," the parrot spirit said, floating ahead with practiced ease. + +Max followed, stepping onto the great road that led into the heart of the city. The road itself was over a mile wide, paved with dark, rune-inscribed stone that pulsed faintly with energy. Along both sides, towering walls and stone guard towers loomed, and scattered along the path were groups of young geniuses, standing or walking with quiet purpose. + +All of them wore black—robes, armor, battle uniforms—and each exuded a fierce aura. Max’s senses extended cautiously as he glanced around. His eyes narrowed in surprise. Nearly every figure he passed was at the Expert Rank. Some of them, he couldn’t even gauge at all, which meant they were likely Master Rank. + +There were a few who were still at the Seeker Rank, but Max immediately noticed that each of them looked shockingly young—no older than himself. Like him, they had broken through early, each one a monstrous talent cultivated from childhood. + +As Max approached the grand entrance of the city, the air seemed to shift. A line of guards clad in crimson and black flame-etched armor stood blocking the path, spears in hand, their gazes sharp and unwavering. + +One of them stepped forward, face hidden behind a gleaming helm, his voice deep and authoritative. "Identify yourselves! Name and origin!" + +Before Max could speak, the parrot spirit calmly fluttered down to his side, its wings gleaming faintly. "From the mortal world of Acaris," it said in a neutral, almost ritualistic tone. "Under the sector of the Thousand Vine Sector, falling within the Eternal Sun Domain of the Verdant Sky Realm. The trial challenger’s name is Max Morgan and he is here for the trial of True Inheritance." + +’Thousand Vine Sector? Eternal Sun Domain? Verdant Sky Realm?’ Max was stunned as he silently repeated the names in his mind, each one sounding more foreign and distant than the last. He had always known that the planet he lived on was called Acaris—its name etched into every map and memory—but the rest of what the parrot spirit had just revealed went completely over his head. + +Moreover he already knew that there existed other worlds beside the one he was from but it his first time hearing the term called "mortal world." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-514.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-514.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9d53752 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-514.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 514: Nine Billion Worlds" +slug: "ch-514" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 514 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max stood in silence, trying to digest this newfound knowledge about his origin, the flame-armored guard tilted his head slightly and gave him a strange look. "Thousand Vine Sector of the Verdant Sky Realm... hmm." + +His voice was thoughtful, but tinged with something else—curiosity, perhaps even a sliver of disbelief. "I have heard of that mortal realm planet before. If I remember correctly, there were rumors it was destroyed, or at the very least, sealed off. It’s been... what? A thousand years since someone from that sector came to take the Trial of True Inheritance." + +The guard’s gaze lingered on Max for a moment longer, as if trying to see through the veil of time itself. "I guess the rumors were wrong. You do have the bloodline from our Black Dragon Palace," he added quietly, before stepping aside to let them through. + +Max said nothing, but his mind was spinning. ’Destroyed? Sealed? Thousands of years since someone from Acaris came here?’ He was stunned once again. + +’It seems after no genius had come to take the Trial of True Inheritance for a thousand years, the people here assumed something must have happened to the planet,’ Max thought, his mind racing with a hundred questions. + +As they continued forward, the parrot spirit finally released the spatial hold on him, allowing Max to walk on his own. + +Together, they made their way along a paved path that led toward an enormous sealed entrance at the base of the towering city walls. The gate before them was carved with coiling dragons and bound by glowing rune locks, emanating an aura of timeworn authority. + +Unable to hold back any longer, Max asked as he followed behind the parrot spirit, "Tell me, what is this ’mortal world’ you spoke of? And what are those realms and domains you mentioned just now?" His tone wasn’t demanding—it was seeking, hungry for understanding. + +The parrot spirit glanced at him, its glowing feathers dimming slightly as it replied in a tone unusually serious. "There are two fundamental planes where humans have existed since time immemorial—Mortal Plane and Divine Plane. Mortal Planes are collectively known as the Mortal Realm, which includes your planet Acaris... and this one," it gestured subtly toward the land they were standing on. "The Mortal Realm is home to all mortal life—billions upon billions of humans, cultivators, empires, guilds. Every world that has yet to touch the true essence of divinity belongs to this vast web of planets." + +Max listened, eyes slightly widening as understanding dawned upon him. + +"But the Divine Plane..." the parrot spirit continued, "they are something else entirely. They are vast beyond comprehension. There exist Three Thousand Divine Realms in the Divine Plane, each one immeasurable in size and depth. And within those Three Thousand Divine Realms are the Three Thousand Boundless Worlds—a collective of realms that together amount to over nine billion cultivated and governed worlds. All of them combined are known as the Limitless Expanse Divine Realm, or simply—the Divine Realm." + +The parrot’s voice seemed to echo in the air as it spoke those final words, as if the very concept of the Divine Realm carried weight that transcended space. + +Max’s heart pounded. ’Nine billion worlds? A realm beyond the Mortal Plane?’ He had always known the universe was bigger than Acaris. But this... this was not just bigger—it was truly limitless. + +He stood still for a long moment, letting the weight of the parrot spirit’s words settle into the depths of his mind. Acaris—his world, his origin—was nothing more than a small, forgotten speck in the vast sea of the Mortal Realm. + +He now understood that even the Middle Domain, once thought to be vast and unconquerable, was merely the tip of a colossal iceberg, a single grain of sand compared to the titanic scale of existence. + +And above all of that... was the Divine Realm, home to over nine billion worlds, a place so vast and mysterious that just imagining it sent chills through him. + +’This world is too big...’ Max thought, and for the first time in a long time, he felt true excitement coursing through his veins—not just the hunger to grow stronger, but the thrill of knowing how much more there was to see, to understand. + +Every limit he had once known was shattered. The ceiling was gone. + +Then, like a spark igniting deep within, a thought struck him—clear and sharp. "That means... my real home is somewhere in the Divine Realm..." he whispered, his voice low but heavy with emotion. + +His fists clenched, his eyes tightening as his heart surged. "Mother... Father... wait for me. I will save you. I will find you." The flame in his soul, once dimmed by confusion, now blazed with purpose. + +A moment later, Max took his first step into Obsidian Dragon City, the parrot spirit floating silently by his side. The moment he crossed the threshold of the great gate, a subtle but immense pressure descended on him. It wasn’t crushing, but it was dense—like stepping into a land that rejected weakness. + +Instantly, the mana within his body dimmed, his strength waning by nearly twenty percent in an instant. He gritted his teeth, adjusting his breath, understanding that this wasn’t ordinary suppression—this was the natural pressure of this city. + +"The fire energy here is... too rich, too pure!" Max gasped, his voice caught between astonishment and reverence as he instinctively took in a breath. + +What entered his lungs wasn’t air—it was something far more potent. It was as if every breath was a direct infusion of the most primal fire energy in existence, so pure it bypassed the impurities of worldly elements and resonated directly with his soul. + +This wasn’t just a training environment—it was a sacred land molded by fire itself. In fact, using the word rich to describe this energy almost felt disrespectful. It wasn’t mere abundance—it was essence. + +This was power that sat closest to the very root of the Concept of Flames, brushing against the Laws that governed the universe. + +"If I train here..." Max murmured, eyes wide as flames flickered faintly in his pupils, "it can even be described as twice the result with half the effort..." His voice was filled with emotion, a deep yearning mixed with awe. + +In this city, even if one chose not to actively cultivate their strength, their body would still passively absorb fire essence from the environment. Just existing here was a form of continuous refinement—a natural baptism in fire energy. The purity of the mana would slowly temper one’s spiritual and elemental core, making one’s foundation cleaner, stronger, and more attuned to fire. + +For someone who trained in the Concept of Flames, this was paradise. For someone with a fire-aligned bloodline, it was destiny. And Max could feel it—this entire city was built atop layers of fire essence veins, its formations woven with the Concept of Flame. + +The people who lived here, those young elites he had passed earlier, all carried formidable bloodlines, each one naturally harmonizing with fire. Their bodies, talents, and spiritual resonance were already perfectly compatible with flame energy. + +No wonder Obsidian Dragon City was the place where the trial for the True Inheritance was conducted. Here, with such an overwhelming advantage, the ease with which one could perceive and evolve their Concept of Flames was unimaginable. + +Max clenched his fist slowly, his blood simmering with hunger. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-515.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-515.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3b4038 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-515.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 515: Divine Realm’s Geniuses" +slug: "ch-515" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 515 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1259 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let’s get you to the Hall of Trials," the parrot spirit said, gliding ahead with its usual calm, leading Max through the fiery grandeur of Obsidian Dragon City. + +They moved along wide streets paved with black jade tiles, under towering arches and hanging lanterns that glowed with flame essence. The city was alive with power—warriors meditating on rooftops, merchants selling flame-forged artifacts, geniuses sparring with fire-infused weapons—all beneath skies swirled with divine flame energy. + +After several minutes of weaving through winding alleys and grand walkways, Max finally arrived before a majestic archway built from obsidian and engraved with golden veins that pulsed faintly. + +At its peak, three bold black characters burned into the dark stone like living fire—Hall of Trials. + +"Almost all of the trials take place in this area," the parrot spirit explained, hovering beside him. "Including the Trial of True Inheritance." As it spoke, a single golden feather shimmered out from its body, gliding gently through the air until it landed on Max’s outstretched palm. It pulsed faintly with warm energy. + +"Keep this with you," the spirit added. "That way, after you leave the Hall of Trials, I’ll know where to find you." + +Max nodded, understanding the importance of the gesture, and carefully tucked the feather away in his storage space. + +"Go on," the parrot spirit said calmly, its tone solemn now. "I shall await your return." + +Max gave a final nod of thanks before turning toward the entrance. With steady steps, he walked forward and entered the Hall of Trials. The corridor was dimly lit, narrow, and carved with intricate flames that danced across the walls. + +But after a short walk, it suddenly opened into a vast central chamber. + +Max’s eyes widened slightly as he stepped into the main hall. Dozens—perhaps hundreds—of young geniuses were gathered within, all exuding powerful auras. + +Most wore black, their robes marked with unique family emblems or insignias. The majority of them were human, but Max also spotted several elves with long silver hair and regal postures, and even a few experts of unknown but distinctly powerful bloodlines—perhaps from beast races or foreign clans. + +Yet no matter their race or background, one thread united them all: the unmistakable resonance of the Black Dragon’s bloodline flowed within each of their bodies. It pulsed beneath their skin, lingered in their presence, and stirred faintly in Max’s own blood, as if recognizing kin. + +"Are you new?" a voice called out just as Max stepped into the wide hall, echoing faintly under the domed ceiling. + +He turned to see a black-robed youth approaching him with a casual stride and a friendly smile, speaking in the common tongue of Acaris + +"Where are you from?" the youth asked, his eyes curious but not condescending. + +"Acaris," Max replied simply, watching the youth’s reaction. + +"Acaris? So you’re also from the world of mortals? Me too! Hahaha!" The youth laughed warmly, a sense of camaraderie flickering across his face. "Let me introduce myself. I’m from the Leon Family—Henry Leon." + +He extended a hand confidently, his tone relaxed and welcoming, completely unlike the prideful arrogance Max had expected from a hall full of dragon-blooded elites. + +As they shook hands, Max noticed a badge pinned on Henry’s chest. It shimmered faintly with heat and bore the name Leon, encircled by a stylized flame motif. The badge wasn’t just ornamental—it was a mark of lineage, identity, and belonging. + +’It seems most of them here are from families tied directly to the Black Dragon Palace,’ Max mused, his sharp eyes scanning the hall more carefully now. + +Indeed, as he looked around, he saw that nearly every young genius in the hall bore a similar badge—some with names like ’Lore,’ ’Ashura,’ ’Fenrir,’ or ’Bane’—all adorned with elemental insignias, symbols of beasts, or flames wrapped around ancient crests. + +Each badge was not only a family’s emblem, but a subtle proclamation of heritage, pride, and power. + +Yet as Max’s eyes drifted toward the center of the hall, they paused. There, away from the general commotion, was a small group of six individuals. + +Unlike the others, they didn’t mingle or speak. They stood with silent authority, their postures relaxed yet imposing. No one approached them. No one dared. They bore no badges, and yet their mere presence made the surrounding geniuses give them a wide berth. + +’Are they special?’ Max wondered, watching them closely. There was something different about their energy—dense, refined, tightly coiled like a serpent waiting to strike. They were like blades hidden in scabbards, radiating pressure even while sheathed. + +"Heh, those six fellows are from the Divine Realm," Henry said, noticing where Max’s gaze had settled. His voice, though calm on the surface, was laced with obvious disdain as he spoke via vital essence sound transmission, shielding their conversation from others. + +His lips curled into a half-mocking sneer as he added, "Those Divine Realm folks carry an ingrained sense of superiority. They walk around like the rest of us don’t even exist, clinging to their little clique like they’re too sacred to mingle. In their minds, their status compared to ours is the same as nobles to commoners." + +The irony in Henry’s tone was sharp, clearly hinting at long-standing irritation toward the aloof group. + +"Divine Realm?" Max’s eyes widened slightly, his mind racing. So those six weren’t just powerful—they were from the very realm that overshadowed the entire mortal world. + +"Coming from the Divine Realm doesn’t mean much," Henry said, shaking his head with a steady tone. "This Obsidian Dragon City is still located within the mortal realms. The Divine Realm has its own royal training sites, elite ancestral grounds. If they were truly the highest-tier prodigies of the Black Dragon Palace, there’s no reason they would come here. Their spots would already be reserved in much more exclusive places." + +"Oh?" Max was surprised and added a moment later, tilting his head, "So you’re saying Obsidian Dragon City isn’t the top-tier trial area of the Black Dragon Palace? That surprises me. I heard the city’s entrance was personally inscribed by the Third Master himself." + +"That’s true," Henry said, nodding, "but that’s because the Third Master was once one of us. He came from the mortal realms—like you, like me. He completed his entire True Inheritance trial right here in Obsidian Dragon City and rose all the way up. So, in honor of his roots, he left his mark here. The best part?" + +Henry’s eyes gleamed slightly. "He made sure that even now, the most outstanding youths from the mortal realms can undergo the same trial he did. He believed we could rival anyone from the Divine Realm."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Max’s heart stirred hearing that. There was something powerful about the legacy of someone who rose from the same soil he had come from—who made it, not despite the odds, but because they never stopped climbing. + +"Come," Henry said with a bright grin, motioning with his hand. "Let me introduce you to the others. We’ve got a decent group of elites down here." + +He guided Max across the hall, weaving between groups of black-robed cultivators. "This is Mante Lore, from Kobe Star," Henry gestured to a tall, broad-shouldered youth with calm eyes. "And this is Neros, from Sky War," he added, nodding toward a lanky, sharp-faced youth with a cold aura and a silver band around his arm. + +One by one, Henry introduced Max to more geniuses from scattered mortal planets and sectors—each one carrying pride in their blood, determination in their eyes, and a burning desire to prove they didn’t need the Divine Realm to become legends. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-516.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-516.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..01f6ad0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-516.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 516: Primal Chaos Era" +slug: "ch-516" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 516 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1419 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max continued speaking with Henry and the other geniuses from the mortal worlds, slowly growing familiar with their personalities, ambitions, and backgrounds, a deep, aged voice suddenly echoed across the grand hall like the toll of an ancient bell. "Everyone, head to the Ancient Dragon Totem training ground!" it commanded, resonating with such authority that silence immediately fell upon the gathered crowd. + +Max instinctively turned toward the source of the voice, but his attention quickly shifted to Henry, who was already grinning with barely contained excitement. + +"Ancient Dragon Totem training ground?" Max asked, surprised, not having heard of such a place before. + +"Hehe, it’s finally time," Henry said, his tone buzzing with anticipation. "You’re pretty lucky, Max. Everyone else here has been waiting all day just to enter the Ancient Dragon Totem grounds and choose a training area to comprehend the Laws. You? You made it just in time." + +His grin widened as he added, "That place is the pride of Obsidian Dragon City. Its ultimate treasure." + +As Henry spoke, a faint gleam flickered in his eyes, a reverence that even the most prideful geniuses didn’t bother hiding. "Those totems... they were left behind by some of the most terrifying powerhouses to ever walk the halls of the Black Dragon Palace. Legends say that some of them were etched into existence during the very shaping of the universe—born in the primal chaos of creation itself. These aren’t just stones. They’re conduits. Anchors to the source of all Divine Laws. To the essence of the existence itself." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly. ’Stone totems... etched from the chaos of the forming universe?’ It sounded exaggerated—impossibly lofty, even for a place like this. But Henry’s tone wasn’t joking. + +"They say," Henry continued, "that if you can truly comprehend the Laws inscribed within even one of those totems, and merge its truth with your own understanding, you can become someone whose grasp of the Laws surpasses even the top talents of the Divine Realm." + +’Someone with one of the deepest comprehensions of Laws in the Divine Realm?’ Max’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. The Divine Realm—the realm of billions of worlds and heaven-defying monsters—how could a mere mortal from the lower domains achieve that level just by meditating before a stone? + +Still, curiosity burned stronger than skepticism. "What exactly are those primal forming chaos stone totems?" Max asked quietly. + +Listening to Max’s question, Henry’s expression shifted into one of deep reverence, his usual playful tone replaced by something almost sacred. His eyes seemed to glaze over slightly, not from distraction but from awe—as if he were speaking not from memory but from a place of longing etched into his soul. + +In a slow, respectful voice, he said, "According to the ancient legends, before the universe as we know it ever came into being, there was only one thing—chaos. Boundless, formless, eternal chaos. The three thousand boundless worlds had not yet taken shape, the Divine Realm had not yet been born, and the laws that govern everything were still in their infancy, raw and untamed. That era... that was what they called the Primal Chaos Era." + +He paused, letting the weight of the words settle before continuing. "The Primal Chaos Era was where or when the first sparks of creation ignited, where the roots of all Laws—of Flame, Space, Time, Life, and Death—were born. And these stone totems... they are relics from that moment. Not created, but formed naturally from the condensation of source energy and nascent principles when the chaos first began to solidify into order. They are more than stone. They are echoes of the moment the universe took its first breath." + +Henry’s gaze turned toward the towering walls of the hall, as if he could already see the totems from where he stood. "In Obsidian Dragon City, there are three such primal forming chaos stone totems. Each one contains a trace—just a whisper—of the root of all Laws. People train their entire lives just to sit in front of one. Some don’t understand a thing... some receive an epiphany that changes them forever." + +Max stood frozen for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. If Henry’s words were true, if such totems truly existed and contained even a flicker of the universe’s original source, then what he had heard before was far from exaggerated. + +It was entirely possible—through these totems—that one could gain a deeper comprehension of Laws than even the monstrous prodigies of the Divine Realm. For the first time, Max felt the magnitude of what it meant to step into Obsidian Dragon City... and the path he had chosen to walk. + +But then, as Max processed everything Henry had said, a very obvious question clouded his thoughts—one that made him narrow his eyes in suspicion. + +"Would a stone carved from the primal chaos at the beginning of the universe really be left behind in the mortal realms? Wouldn’t the great forces of the Divine Realm be envious? Wouldn’t they have already taken them away?" He asked. + +In Max’s understanding, something as unfathomable as a primal chaos stone totem—an object born from the source energy of the universe’s formation—should only exist in the core training grounds of the Divine Realm, guarded by supreme powers or monopolized by ancient clans. + +But Henry, clearly expecting such doubt, smiled and answered. "It’s a good question. But the truth is, while these stone totems are incredibly rare and precious, they aren’t quite up to the specialized standards of the Divine Realm. You see, during the birth of the universe, the primal chaos was unimaginably vast—endless, really—and source energy was so abundant that many such totems were naturally formed. Countless of them scattered across space and time, and though most were consumed or hidden, some fragments did survive in places like this." + +He paused for emphasis. "The three totems in Obsidian Dragon City? They’re only about a square foot in size each. And they’re of the lowest quality. Unlike the massive ones housed in the Divine Realm, these require extremely high comprehension to even begin understanding the Concepts or Laws they contain. In the Divine Realm, the totems are colossal, ancient beyond words, and infused with far more complete and direct principles. These ones... they’re more like faded echoes of the original." + +Max exhaled slowly, the answer settling into place in his mind. "I see..." he murmured with a nod of understanding. It made sense. Like fragments of a divine scripture lost to time, these remnants were valuable—but only to those capable of deciphering them. + +"You’ve really been helpful," Max said, glancing at Henry with genuine appreciation. "Thanks for sharing everything with me." + +"Hahaha!" Henry grinned brightly, clapping him on the back. "We geniuses of the mortal realms have to stick together, don’t we? You and I, we’re already brothers in arms the moment we walked through that gate." + +Their laughter mingled as the tension faded, and together, the two strode forward through the wide corridor. Finally, they reached the edge of the transmission platform where a soft golden glow illuminated the runes carved into its surface. + +This was the center of the entire Obsidian Dragon City. Because of the limited resources and the massive amount of outstanding heroic elites, every round of meditation was only allowed to last for three days. + +The reason that Henry and the others had been waiting here was to be next in line. + +Within the Ancient Dragon Totem training grounds, a red-robed old man was already waiting there. As he saw all the young elites arrive, he said, "This is your first time coming to the Ancient Dragon Totem training ground. Here, there are a total of 35 Ancient Dragon totem stones. All of you have two hours to choose which totem stone you would like. In order to prevent conflict of choice, all of you will be judged on your attainments in Laws and Concepts, and the ones with the highest comprehension will have the first choice." + +"After you choose, everyone can enter their training area to meditate for three days. Three days later, no matter what you have perceived or what result you have, you must leave." + +He paused for a moment before giving everyone a warning. "Now, let me give you some choice advice. The primal forming chaos stone totems are excellent, but if you wish to perceive them it is simply impossible with your qualifications. Do not aim too high. Now, we shall start comparing comprehension of Concepts to decide the priority of choosing!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-517.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-517.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..35224eb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-517.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 517: Ancient Dragon Scroll" +slug: "ch-517" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 517 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1334 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +When the red-robed man spoke of comparing comprehension of Concepts, the atmosphere within the training ground instantly shifted. A flicker of heat passed through the air—not from fire, but from excitement. Dozens of eyes lit up with a brilliant gleam, each one belonging to a young elite overflowing with pride and ambition. + +These weren’t ordinary geniuses—they were the chosen, the exceptional, the prodigies of their respective families and planets. Each of them carried the belief that they were born to reach the peak, and when a chance came to demonstrate their superiority, none of them hesitated. + +Naturally, when the red-robed elder mentioned a competition—a comparison of Concept comprehension—it struck a chord deep within their bones. + +They were all geniuses, and there was no better battlefield for ego and talent than one where one’s understanding of the Laws would be measured. There would be no excuse, no hiding behind brute strength. It would be a pure test of insight. + +"Haha! A competition based on the Concept of Fire? I have complete confidence in this!" Henry said with enthusiasm, rubbing his palms together like a child about to unwrap a long-awaited gift. His eyes sparkled, his aura subtly flaring with anticipation. + +Around him, the other young elites were just as eager—many exchanging glances of challenge, some smirking faintly, others already stepping forward as if daring the rest to keep up. + +The red-robed old man, seeing their rising fervor, smiled faintly but didn’t waste any more words. + +With a calm movement, he reached into his spatial ring and drew forth a long, rolled-up scroll. Its surface was aged, the texture of the material weathered by time. It was bound not by arrays or metal but by a simple red thread, as though something so powerful needed no grand ornamentation. + +"This," the old man said, holding the scroll with both hands, "is called the Ancient Dragon Scroll." His voice was low but carried a sense of weight. "It does not contain Concepts. It does not contain Laws. What it holds is more fundamental—sources." + +His gaze passed over each of the young geniuses, lingering for a heartbeat on the ones who dared meet his eyes. + +"This scroll will be the base of your test. Each of you will stand before it and attempt to resonate with the source within. It holds the purest traces of the Black Dragon’s origin flame—essence untouched by Law or Concept, raw and primordial." + +He let the words settle, then added, "Your evaluation will be simple. You will be judged based on the amount of pure Black Dragon origin source you can comprehend and draw from the scroll. The deeper your resonance, the stronger your connection to the essence of the Black Dragon’s flame. That will determine your standing." + +At those words, silence briefly fell—then was replaced with a burning intensity in the eyes of every single genius present. + +"That’s the Ancient Dragon Scroll!" someone exclaimed from the crowd, their voice thick with awe. + +"It truly is the Ancient Dragon Scroll! I’ve only ever read about it in my family’s ancient texts, passed down for generations... but to actually see the real thing with my own eyes!" another young elite gasped, his voice trembling with reverence. + +Dozens of others shared the sentiment, their expressions shifting from curiosity to full-blown amazement as the scroll was slowly unfurled. + +Hwaa! + +The sound of fabric unraveling echoed crisply through the chamber, and the moment the black picture scroll fully opened, an overwhelming heat surged outward in every direction. + +It wasn’t just physical warmth—it was essence, raw and unfiltered, the kind of energy that made even seasoned experts instinctively hold their breath. + +On the scroll’s surface, dark ink twisted and shimmered, gradually revealing the image of an enormous dragon coiled within. + +The dragon’s form seemed illusory at first, but with each heartbeat, its presence grew more defined—its massive body curling and flickering as if it were alive and straining against the boundaries of the scroll, ready to tear out into reality at any moment. + +’This scroll... It’s resonating with me even if I don’t focus on it.’ Max was shocked but then he understood too. Out of all the people standing here, only his bloodline was at the very apex. + +Even in this planet, he could feel the ability to suppress anyone linked to the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. And this made him wonder, just how high his bloodline ranked compared to a Source Bloodline? + +"Who’s first?" the red-robed old man asked, his sharp eyes sweeping over the sea of eager geniuses. + +"Me!" + +"Me!" + +"Me, me!" + +A flurry of voices rang out instantly. Dozens of young elites raised their hands, some practically leaping forward, desperate for the honor. + +Their eyes burned with ambition; after all, an opportunity to comprehend the Ancient Dragon Scroll was so rare that even some high-ranking clans only heard about it in legend. + +"You!" the old man said, pointing casually at Henry. At once, Henry’s face lit up with uncontained excitement, his fists clenching at his sides. Being chosen first was an incredible opportunity—one he clearly didn’t intend to waste. + +"Stand before the Ancient Dragon Scroll and begin comprehension," the old man instructed. "I will evaluate your individual resonance, compatibility, and your current attainments in the Concept of Flame. Your final result will be judged by me." + +"Yes, sir!" Henry replied firmly, stepping forward with steady strides, though his heart beat like a war drum. As he stopped before the unfurled scroll, his eyes locked onto the hidden dragon within. + +For a few moments, nothing happened—then, slowly, Henry’s expression changed. His breathing deepened, and his eyes grew wider and brighter. It was as if the world around him had ceased to exist. + +In the reflection of his gaze, fiery lines began to swirl—delicate and complex, dancing with meaning. These weren’t just flames. They were symbols, principles, strands of truth forged in fire itself. + +The smoldering lines weaved together to form mysterious runes and illusions of flame-based phenomena: blooming lotuses of fire, crumbling volcanoes, dragon-like silhouettes. + +Henry stood motionless, completely entranced, his Soul Palace resonating with something ancient and boundless. And the others... could only watch in silence as the trial began. + +And then, without warning, faint black lights began to shimmer around Henry’s body. One by one, small glowing black orbs emerged from the Ancient Dragon Scroll, swirling slowly in the air before hovering around him like sentient fragments of the void. + +At first, there were only two—pulsing dimly—but then another appeared... and another. The young geniuses in the hall leaned forward slightly, their breaths held as the number of orbs steadily grew. + +Three... five... seven... eight... and finally, after nearly fourteen full minutes of silent focus, the ninth orb flickered to life and joined the circle. + +Just as the ninth orb formed, a sudden pulse of force erupted from the scroll—an invisible shockwave that surged forward and pushed Henry several steps back. His eyes blinked open, as if waking from a dream, and his connection with the scroll snapped like a stretched thread returning to form. + +The nine black orbs hovered for only a second longer before fading into streaks of energy and returning to the scroll, disappearing into its ancient ink as if they had never existed. + +Henry turned toward the red-robed elder, barely containing his excitement. "How is it?" he asked, glancing between the now-vanished orbs and the old man, clearly proud of what he believed was a decent result. + +The red-robed man looked at him with a neutral expression and spoke in a flat, emotionless tone. "Fourteen minutes of comprehension time... and you managed to draw forth nine strands of Black Dragon origin source. Your potential evaluation: C grade. Average." + +Henry’s face twitched slightly, a mixture of disappointment and disbelief flashing through his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a forced grin. + +Around him, some geniuses nodded with understanding—others smirked. In a gathering of elites, average wasn’t a compliment. It was a reminder of how high the standards here truly were. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-518.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-518.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0d6f014 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-518.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 518: Rare A grade Potential" +slug: "ch-518" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 518 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1413 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Next is you," the red-robed old man said, pointing calmly at a tall young man with silver streaks running through his black hair. The chosen youth stepped forward with quiet confidence, his eyes calm but sharp like unsheathed blades. + +"I’m Alaric Vane, of the Crimson Star Lineage," he introduced, his voice measured, almost regal in tone. + +Without hesitation, he walked to the Ancient Dragon Scroll and stood before it, exhaling softly. As he locked eyes with the image of the dragon embedded within the ink, the temperature around him subtly rose. + +His aura sharpened, and almost immediately, the first black orb emerged, then the second, then a third in rapid succession. The crowd’s murmur quieted as the orbs continued to appear without pause—four... five... six... seven... + +Alaric’s face remained unmoved, his eyes glowing faintly as if he were seeing something others couldn’t. Eight... nine... ten... the orbs hovered around him in a perfect circle, pulsing with increasing brilliance. + +When the eleventh appeared, a soft gasp rippled through the hall. + +But it didn’t stop. + +A twelfth orb emerged, slower than the others but clear and steady. And only after that did the scroll release a deep thrum of rejection, sending a shockwave that forced Alaric several steps back. + +"Twelve origin strands in just twelve minutes," the old man evaluated, his tone more respectful than before. "B-grade potential. Impressive." + +Whispers stirred as Alaric nodded silently and returned to his place, his gaze impassive but the corner of his lips curving ever so slightly. + +"Next," the old man said, gesturing to a girl with emerald eyes and short brown hair. She stepped forward with a faint smile, unbothered by the crowd’s attention. + +"Selene Faye. From the Irondust Star," she announced, her voice bright. + +As she stood before the scroll, the atmosphere shifted again—this time gentler, more fluid. Her energy didn’t surge like a blade—it flowed like molten silk. The dragon’s eyes on the scroll seemed to flicker for a brief second, as if recognizing her. + +The first orb appeared in less than three breaths. Then the second. The third followed soon after, slower, but glowing brighter. As Selene stood unmoving, the air around her glimmered with a faint, flame-touched shimmer. + +Five... six... seven... + +She lasted fifteen minutes before the scroll ejected her softly, like a flame receding rather than being extinguished. + +"Seven origin strands in fifteen minutes. D-grade potential. Below average," the old man said with a light disappointment tone. + +Selene smiled wryly and returned to her spot with a flustered face. + +The testing continued as more stepped forward. + +Kael Thornwright, a fiery youth with wild red hair and a storm-like presence, stepped forward with bold confidence. He drew ten strands of Black Dragon origin source in thirteen minutes, earning a solid B+ grade for his vigorous yet steady comprehension. + +Nyra Vale, quiet and enigmatic beneath a black flame-threaded cloak, surprised many with her intense focus and graceful stillness, managing to draw fifteen strands in sixteen minutes, securing herself an A-grade and drawing admiration from her peers. + +"Her potential is A grade...!" + +"Yeah and she is from the mortal realms." + +"She truly is a genius!" + +"From what have I heard, very few from mortal realm geniuses are there someone who were tested with A grade potential... She is a rare genius!" + +The mortal realm geniuses were all amazed by her. After all to given a potential of A rank despite being from mortal realms was the mark of a true genius. + +’Hmm... Her bloodline is also a Source Bloodline but its slightly different.’ Max noticed glancing at her. + +The evaluations continued as others went on to face the Ancient Dragon Scroll. + +Draven Lux, the brooding heir of the Obsidian Horn Clan, exuded a powerful aura but lacked refined insight. He managed only five strands in ten minutes, evaluated at D grade, his raw strength clearly not enough to impress the scroll. + +Thorne Eldwyn, loud and full of pride, crumbled quickly under the pressure, being thrown back after nine minutes with only four strands, resulting in a disappointing D- grade. + +Like that, one after another, more young elites stepped forward to test their comprehension before the Ancient Dragon Scroll. The fiery anticipation that had filled the air earlier slowly mellowed into quiet discussion and comparative whispers. + +Most of the geniuses—though undeniably talented—only managed B or B+ grade evaluations. While these results were nothing to scoff at in the mortal realms, A-grade assessments remained rare and elusive, the mark of exceptional comprehension and innate compatibility with the Laws. + +Among all the mortal geniuses present, only a scarce few had touched that standard, and each time they did, murmurs spread like wildfire. + +The red-robed old man, expression unmoved, continued calling names at random. He showed no favoritism, no impatience—just a cold, systematic tone that made the pressure even heavier. But after dozens of evaluations, his gaze shifted sideways toward the corner of the hall, where a small, elite group stood detached from the rest. + +These were the Divine Realm geniuses—their posture proud, their expressions cold, and their silence haughtier than any words could be. They hadn’t mingled, hadn’t spoken, and hadn’t so much as glanced at the results of the others. + +The old man’s brows twitched. ’Tch... They really send their "disappointments" from the Divine Realm to the mortal realms? Do they think going their trial in the mortal realm will ignite their talent? Pathetic,’ he thought with undisguised disdain, but he said nothing aloud. + +Instead, he raised a hand and pointed. "You. Step forward." + +From the group, a tall youth stepped out. He had pale violet eyes and wore a robe with star-patterned embroidery that shimmered subtly when he moved. His name was Zeran Nightvale. + +Zeran walked forward without speaking, stopping before the Ancient Dragon Scroll with calm indifference. But as he stood there, the air around him tightened. Without even actively releasing his aura, the temperature began to rise. + +The first orb of black origin source emerged just five seconds after he started. Then the second. Third. Fourth... the speed was unlike anything seen so far. By the eighth orb, the entire scroll pulsed faintly as if reacting to a familiar rhythm. + +The orbs spiraled around Zeran’s body like planets orbiting a star. Eleven orbs appeared in just under ten minutes, and finally, after drawing a seventeenth, the scroll rejected him with a wave of heat. + +The old man’s eyes gleamed with the faintest hint of approval. "Seventeen strands in ten minutes. A+ grade potential. Steady, refined, and exceptional comprehension." + +Zeran nodded silently and returned to his group without acknowledging the murmurs or the attention he drew. + +Then, another stepped forward—Iris Caelum, a girl with glistening silver hair and serene blue eyes, her movements graceful and almost unreal. Her steps made no sound as if the world bent slightly to let her pass. + +She stood before the scroll, and within seconds, light flared. Her comprehension didn’t roar like fire—it shimmered like moonlight over still water. Her orbs emerged slower but brighter, each one pulsing with a richer hue than the last. + +Ten minutes passed. Eleven orbs floated around her. Then twelve... and astonishingly, three more began to flicker into being, though faint and unstable. The crowd held its breath—but before it could solidify, the scroll pulsed and pushed her back softly. + +"fifteen origin strands in thirteen minutes," the old man announced, this time with a visible shift in tone. "A- grade. Nearing perfection in fire compatibility and spiritual sensitivity. Remarkable." + +The remaining four Divine Realm geniuses stepped up one by one, each cloaked in silence and silent confidence. + +Darius Fell, a broad-shouldered youth with golden tattoos, drew fifteen strands in twelve minutes — solid A-grade. + +Sylva Rainhart, a pale elven girl with ember-tipped hair, manifested fourteen strands in eleven minutes — A-grade. + +Ren Kairos, sharp-eyed and calm, pulled fifteen strands in fourteen minutes — A-grade. + +And Lyra Moonsong, graceful and cold, drew fiteen strands in nine minutes — A+ grade, with whispers that she could’ve drawn more had the scroll not pushed her early. + +All four passed with poise, leaving behind ripples of awe. Unlike the excitement and noise caused by the mortal realm talents, the Divine Realm geniuses left only quiet pressure in their wake—an unspoken declaration that the gap between realms still existed. + +But in the minds of many watching, a single question stirred: Could someone from the mortal realms stand on equal footing with them... or surpass them? + +And now... it was Max’s turn. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-519.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-519.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8da385f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-519.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 519: Setting a new record" +slug: "ch-519" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 519 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You... it’s your turn," the red-robed old man said, his voice as calm and indifferent as ever. His gaze swept over the remaining crowd of geniuses from the mortal worlds before settling on Max. + +But the moment his eyes locked onto Max, something unexpected happened—a faint ripple passed through his body. His blood stirred. No, it trembled. Just for an instant, like a suppressed roar echoing in the deepest part of his being. It was subtle, fleeting, but undeniable. + +The old man stiffened, his pupils narrowing slightly. Then, just as quickly, the sensation vanished, his blood calming as if nothing had happened. + +’Did I just imagine that?’ he wondered, a rare moment of doubt flashing across his mind. He stood still for a second longer than usual, observing Max with slightly narrowed eyes and feeling nothing this time. ’No... it must’ve been a fluke. Nothing more.’ + +He reminded himself of the truth he knew: all the young genius present possessed Source Bloodlines of the Black Dragon lineage. It was the minimum requirement to even be eligible for the True Inheritance Trial. + +And while their talents varied, they all belonged to the Black Dragon Palace’s extended bloodline—some more diluted, some stronger, but none capable of causing his blood to react... at least in theory. + +After all, he himself had a Source Bloodline—just like them—but with a key difference. Embedded within his lineage was a concentrated 20% Blood Essence of the Black Dragon. That made his bloodline far superior to any of the youths present, even those from the Divine Realm. + +It was a gift, a legacy from a rare chance his ancestors had seized. And with that level of Black Dragon blood essence in his veins, there was no logical reason why he, a veteran expert, would feel his bloodline tremble in response to a mere junior... and one from the mortal world, no less. + +It was impossible. It had to be. + +And so, the old man shook the thought from his mind and gestured firmly toward Max, returning to his usual tone. "Step forward. Face the Ancient Dragon Scroll." + +But deep in his heart, a sliver of unease lingered, curling like smoke in the back of his mind—one he didn’t dare acknowledge aloud. + +Max nodded and stepped forward walking towards the Ancient Dragon Scroll. + +Every eye in the hall turned to him—some with curiosity, some with disinterest, and others with veiled scorn. Especially from the group of Divine Realm geniuses, who looked on with cold, dismissive gazes, certain that no one from the mortal realms could reach their level. + +Among the other mortal world geniuses, there were whispers, raised brows, and doubtful glances. Though Max had drawn some attention earlier, he hadn’t displayed anything extraordinary so far, and most assumed he’d perform decently at best—perhaps earn a B-grade like the majority. + +Standing before the unfurled scroll, Max exhaled slowly. The image of the dragon within the scroll loomed large, pulsing with ancient weight, its inked form almost alive. ’I have to make sure I don’t overdo it... but still achieve something remarkable,’ Max thought, his expression calm as his gaze locked onto the scroll. And then... he stilled. + +Seconds passed. Then minutes. + +Five... ten... fifteen... twenty minutes went by with Max standing like a statue. The hall, once alive with murmurs and chatter, had fallen into absolute silence. + +Even the Divine Realm geniuses were now watching him with narrowed eyes, their dismissive arrogance slowly giving way to quiet unease. None of them had spent more than fifteen minutes before the scroll. Yet Max remained unmoving, as if he were locked into something none of them could see. + +Then suddenly—the Ancient Dragon Scroll trembled. + +A deep, ancient resonance pulsed out from its ink-covered surface, and the black image of the coiling dragon shimmered like burning gold behind smoke. And then it began. + +Whoosh—! One orb of Black Dragon origin source shot out. Then another. Then a third. They came fast, like sparks from a roaring fire. + +Ten... twenty... thirty... + +"How is this possible?!" A genius from the Divine Realm muttered out loud in shock. + +"This... This is impossible!" Another said shouting in disbelief. + +"What in the world?!" + +The Divine Realm geniuses gasped. Every face turned pale, their pride shaken. Even the geniuses from the mortal worlds found their mouths agape, their eyes widened in complete disbelief as to what they were seeing. + +But it was far from over as the number of orbs continued to increase. + +Forty... forty-five... + +Gasps turned into stunned silence. Some took a step back without realizing. Others gawked with slack jaws, unable to process what they were seeing. + +Fifty... fifty-one... fifty-two... fifty-three. + +Only then did the scroll release a violent pulse of energy, a shockwave that swept across the hall like a rolling tide. The 53 orbs hovered around Max like stars orbiting a dark sun, each one glowing with dense, primal energy. The sheer concentration of origin source made the space around him ripple. + +The old man’s face turned deathly still. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. His thoughts shattered under the weight of what he was witnessing. + +’Fifty-three?’ His mind went blank. In his entire life, he had never heard of such a number. Not from the mortal world. Not even from the Divine Realm. This wasn’t comprehension—it was domination. + +In the world of the Black Dragon Palace’s trials, there were certain standards—ancient, undisputed, carved into the very fabric of their inheritance system. + +Drawing twenty-five orbs from the Ancient Dragon Scroll was considered the mark of an S-grade genius, a level so high it was reserved only for the most supreme prodigies born into the Divine Realm’s elite bloodlines. + +Thirty-three orbs was enough to enter the realm of SS-grade, a rank so rare it was counted among legends, the kind of potential that could change the fate of entire factions. + +And finally, forty orbs—SSS-grade potential—was not even a level most dared to dream of. It was the realm of monsters, of once-in-an-era talents spoken of in reverent whispers, individuals whose very presence could shake the heavens. + +Even in the Divine Realm, there were only a handful of such names recorded across millennia. For most, reaching S-grade was already the peak of glory. Yet here, in a hall meant to test the hopefuls of the mortal realms, a young genius from a forgotten world... had drawn fifty-three. + +’53? Really? After trying so hard to suppress my bloodline all this time I still managed to take out 53 origin sources?!’ Max smiled wryly. + +Fifty-three. + +The number echoed like a thunderclap through the minds of every person present. + +The old man, who had maintained an impassive, unshakable demeanor through dozens of tests, now stood rooted to the ground. + +He stared at Max, unable to speak, unable to even think properly. His mind had gone completely blank, as if stripped of language and logic all at once. + +Words didn’t exist for what he was witnessing. They simply didn’t. + +A mortal world genius—a mortal—had just shattered every expectation, every known classification, and every rule that had defined the evaluation system for generations. This wasn’t talent. This wasn’t potential. This was impossibility manifest. + +And yet... it wasn’t done. + +Just when the hall had begun to exhale—just when the final count of fifty-three orbs had burned itself into the minds of every stunned genius present, and people started to believe that the miracle had ended—something even more unfathomable occurred. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-52.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-52.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94984cb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-52.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 52: An Ally?" +slug: "ch-52" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 52 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1284 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After leaving the general’s quarters, Max waited at the train station. From what he knew, the train to Old Lake City would arrive in the evening, and the sun was still high above him. + +’I might as well wait,’ Max thought as he moved to sit on one of the benches at the station. + +The station was crowded. Some people were resting on benches like him, while others frequently checked their holowatches, waiting for the train to arrive. + +’I need about two weeks to master all the upgraded skills to level 100,’ he pondered, wondering what level his strength would reach by then. + +Time passed slowly, and an hour slipped by while Max thought about his plans for when he reached the Phoenix Order. + +’Big Sister, where did you go?’ Max thought, feeling a pang of sadness as the question that had been plaguing his mind resurfaced. + +’What if I don’t find where she is in the Phoenix Order guild? What if something has happened to her?’ Max clutched his head as these troubling thoughts haunted him again. + +"No, I will surely find something about her. I have to find something," Max muttered, his face hardening with resolve. "After all, she also went to the Phoenix Order guild and had been a member before she disappeared, so they must know something about her. They should." + +"Hmm?" It was then that he noticed something unusual with his Three Dimensional Body skill. A man in a black cloak had been standing in the same spot for an hour now. Max had seen him when he first arrived at the station, and he was still there. This made Max suspicious. + +’His strength is at level 2 of the Apprentice Rank,’ Max sensed. + +Since leaving the general’s quarters, he had kept his Three Dimensional Body skill active as a precaution against any potential sneak attacks or assassination attempts from the Blade Family, and now he was glad he did. + +’Is he here for me, or am I overthinking it?’ Max wondered, frowning. With the Blade Family hunting him, he couldn’t afford to be too cautious. + +After considering the situation, he decided to wait another hour to see if the man would still be there. + +An hour passed, and Max’s full attention remained on the hooded man. Unfortunately, the man hadn’t left. He stood there like a statue. + +’I would have assumed he’s my number one stalker if the Blade Family weren’t after my life,’ Max mused, then decided to bait the man out. He believed his strength was enough to handle someone at level 2 of the Apprentice Rank. + +Looking around, Max spotted an abandoned alleyway where no one seemed to be coming or going. ’That’s a good place,’ he thought, standing up and walking toward the alley. + +With his Three Dimensional Body skill, Max noticed that the hooded man also started moving when Max did. + +’He is indeed following me,’ Max thought, pretending not to notice anything, and continued toward the alley. + +A few seconds later, Max entered the alley, but he didn’t confront the man immediately. Instead, he took several twists and turns, heading deeper into the alley to ensure no one would interrupt them. + +After a few more turns, Max stopped suddenly and turned around.𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 + +"I know you’ve been following me," Max called out. "You can come out now." + +The hooded figure emerged from the edge of the wall at that moment. + +He glanced at Max and said in a mocking tone, "What you just did was very foolish." + +Max understood what he meant but didn’t care. He went straight to the point. + +"Why are you following me?" he asked. + +At first, the man didn’t seem like an assassin, but Max couldn’t rule out the possibility that he might be, like Nevin, so he remained cautious. + +The hooded figure folded his arms and observed Max for a moment. "Your strength is only at level 6, but you managed to sense that someone was following you. I take it that’s the result of your class," he said, as if examining Max. + +Max frowned. "I asked, why are you following me?" he repeated. + +The hooded figure studied him intently before tossing something to Max. + +"Hmm?" Max caught the object, which was a flat, circular-shaped crystal. + +"What is this?" he asked. + +The hooded figure chuckled. "I can tell you’re on edge, Max. So calm down. I’m not an enemy." + +Max’s frown deepened. "What is this?" he asked again, holding up the white crystal. + +The hooded figure shook his head in defeat. "It seems you’re bound to take me as your enemy," he sighed, then pointed at the object in Max’s hand. "That’s called a Mirror Crystal. It functions like a video recorder or player but with more security and other features." + +Max looked at the flat white crystal for a moment, then turned back to the hooded man. "Why give it to me?" + +The hooded man shrugged and looked at Max with sharp eyes. "Because my family was asked to do so by Freya Voidwalker." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, and his breath quickened. "Where is she?" he asked urgently. + +The hooded man shook his head. "I don’t know. My family was only asked to deliver the Mirror Crystal to you." + +Max sighed in frustration at the response and glanced at the white crystal, gripping it tightly. "She’s been gone for two years, and you’re giving this to me now? You should have given it to me earlier," he said, frustration evident in his voice. + +The hooded man shook his finger at Max. "My family couldn’t do that." + +"Why?" Max asked with a frown. He couldn’t understand why they hadn’t given it to him sooner. + +"There are some things you don’t understand, Max," the hooded man said, glancing at him. + +Max anxiously pressed, "Then tell me what it is." + +The hooded man sighed. "That, I can’t tell you. But what I can tell you is that my Thorne Family is neither your enemy nor your ally. However, if you want the Thorne Family to be your ally, you’ll need to show us that your talent is as strong as Freya Voidwalker’s. You need to show us your true strength, and only then will my family decide whether to aid you." + +Max pondered his words, his face growing solemn with realization. The Thorne Family, one of the four super families of Valora Continent, was similar to the Blade Family, but unlike the Blade Family, they didn’t want to kill him. Instead, they wanted to become his ally. + +’Damn, what did my sister do that she could move the four super families like it’s nothing?’ Max silently exclaimed, underestimating his big sister. He now understood that the reason the Blade Family targeted him was likely connected to his sister. + +And the Thorne Family’s desire to ally with him must also be related to her. + +With these thoughts in mind, Max glanced at the hooded figure. "I understand. Anything else?" + +The hooded figure looked at Max blankly for a moment, then, as if recalling something, said, "My father told me to say this to you: ’The Phoenix Order guild is good, but be in the shadows of the phoenix, not the flames of its feathers.’" + +"Uh… is that advice or a warning?" Max asked, confused about its meaning. + +The hooded figure shrugged. "I don’t understand it either. Anyway, I’m leaving now. And here’s some advice from me: ’Don’t go to places like this when you know someone’s following you. It’s stupid. Got it? It’s stupid.’" + +"I—I understand." Max smiled wryly, nodding his head. + +"Alright, then. I hope to see you soon," the hooded figure said before dashing back into the alley and disappearing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-520.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-520.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e55b515 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-520.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 520: Mark of Divinity" +slug: "ch-520" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 520 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1292 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The fifty-three orbs of Black Dragon origin source that had hovered around Max like celestial bodies slowly began to dim, their glow receding as they returned to the Ancient Dragon Scroll one by one, drawn back into the black inked coils of the ancient dragon etched upon its surface. + +But then, without any warning, a change rippled through the scroll. The entire picture quivered, as if something deep within it had awakened. A low hum filled the air, ancient and vibrating with power. + +From the center of the dragon’s chest in the scroll, a new light began to form—a black radiance, swirling and pulsing with an intensity that made the very space around it tremble. And then, like a shooting star made of void and flame, a massive ball of shimmering black light burst out of the scroll. + +It streaked through the air, a blur of concentrated origin and mystery, and before anyone could even react, it slammed directly into Max’s chest and vanished into his body without resistance. + +The impact didn’t shake him. It didn’t throw him back. It simply merged with him, like it had always belonged there. + +But though it happened in an instant, everyone saw it. The entire hall—hundreds of eyes—watched in stunned silence as the ball of black radiance disappeared into Max’s body. + +Even the Divine Realm geniuses, who had held onto scraps of superiority until now, stared at him with wide, unsettled eyes. + +The old man, whose thoughts had already collapsed under the weight of witnessing fifty-three Black Dragon origin source orbs, now felt his very legs falter beneath him. + +His knees buckled slightly, and he reached out to the air as if grasping for balance. His breath caught, his pupils trembled, and his heart thudded so hard it echoed in his ears. + +And then, in a voice barely more than a whisper—raw, cracked, and disbelieving—he muttered, "That... that was the Mark of Divinity... He was recognized by the Ancient Dragon Scroll..." The words tasted surreal on his tongue, like something pulled from a storybook long buried in time. + +He felt as if his consciousness might slip at any moment, his mind threatening to black out from sheer disbelief. How many impossible things could one witness in a single breath? + +Mark of Divinity. Even thinking those words sent a chill down his spine. It was more than a myth—it was legend. A recognition granted not by man, nor sect, nor rank, but by ancient relics or entities of inheritance themselves—existences tied to the Laws of the world. + +The Mark was said to brand only those who stood at the absolute apex of their generation, geniuses so terrifying that the very heavens parted for them. They weren’t merely prodigies—they were destined sovereigns. + +Those who bore the Mark of Divinity were rumored to be invincible among their peers, untouchable, unparalleled, and peerless until the end of their era. + +But that was just it—rumor. A tale passed from one generation to another like a bedtime myth. + +In all the centuries of the old man’s life, in all his years serving within the Obsidian Dragon City, never—not once—had the Mark of Divinity appeared. It was the stuff of distant history, a phenomenon reserved for gods among mortals. + +And now... he had just seen it with his own eyes. The Ancient Dragon Scroll, a sacred relic that had never done more than measure potential, had awakened—and then released that shimmering black sphere into the body of a boy from the mortal world. Not the Divine Realm. Not a royal descendant. A mortal-born genius. + +His hands trembled as he looked at Max—no longer as just another youth in the trial, but as something altogether different. Something transcendent. The hall remained frozen in absolute silence, but in that stillness, one truth echoed louder than any cry—Max wasn’t just exceptional. + +He was chosen. + +As the hall remained locked in stunned silence, with every gaze fixed on him and the lingering aura of the Mark of Divinity still thick in the air, Max himself was elsewhere—his focus drawn inward, eyes slightly unfocused as a series of glowing notifications popped up in his vision like celestial runes suspended in time. + +--- + +[You have been marked by the Mark of Divinity.] + +[You have gained one Divine Fragment.] + +[Would you like to use the Divine Fragment?] + +--- + +Max’s brows lifted slightly in surprise. He hadn’t expected something so... dramatic. He had assumed this test would simply give him a grade, perhaps a few words of acknowledgment from the old man, not this—whatever this was. + +A Divine Fragment? + +He had known about it because his newly awakened bloodline needed it, but this was the first time he’d ever obtained one. + +As for the Mark of Divinity—he was utterly clueless. The name alone sounded important, grand even, but he had no idea what it truly meant or what it could do. Was it a title? A reward? A burden? + +Another notification immediately answered part of his confusion. + +--- + +[Mark of Divinity] + +– Description: "Should the mark burn bright, thrones shall crumble and stars shall weep. + +Should it dim... not even silence will remember his name." + +--- + +Max frowned deeply as he read the quote. The phrasing sent a strange chill crawling across his skin. He had seen plenty of system descriptions before, some formal, some cryptic—but none of them had ever been presented as a quote. + +There was something unsettling about it, something personal, as if this wasn’t just a system prompt but an echo from an ancient voice that remembered more than he could ever comprehend. The words lingered in his mind longer than they should have—thrones shall crumble... not even silence will remember his name... + +"...a bit too edgy," Max muttered under his breath, uneasy. + +He took a breath, forcing himself to stay grounded. ’I’ll figure it out later,’ he decided. ’Surely someone in the Hall of Trials knows what it means.’ He thought back to the old man’s face—the shock, the trembling disbelief. + +That reaction alone told Max this mark wasn’t some minor recognition. + +’They’ll tell me something... they have to.’ He thought calming himself down. + +He pushed the thoughts away for now and turned his focus to the final notification, the one that still hovered, waiting patiently. + +--- + +[Would you like to use the Divine Fragment?] + +--- + +’Yes,’ Max thought. + +The moment he confirmed, he felt a subtle shift within him, like something ancient stirring beneath the surface of his blood. A warmth spread through his veins, glowing faintly in his chest before it dispersed like morning light chasing away shadows. + +Another notification followed almost instantly. + +--- + +—» [Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline (Weakened State)] + +– Light Energy: [100] + +– Divine Fragments: [2/7] + +---𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +Max’s gaze settled on the bloodline details, noting the Light Energy value had jumped by 90. A low hum pulsed through his body, not loud or overwhelming, but unmistakable—a resonance. + +He could feel it. The bloodline wasn’t dormant anymore. It was whispering now, not in words, but in presence. Its power was still restrained, yes, but no longer out of reach. + +’I can feel it now... the bloodline is usable now,’ he thought, his eyes sharpening. The bloodline wasn’t yet at its peak—but he had two fragments now, and every fragment brought him closer to awakening it to its fullest potential. + +"What is going on here? We sensed a very heavy fluctuation in our bloodline just now..." a calm yet powerful voice suddenly echoed across the hall like a tremor running beneath the earth. + +All heads turned sharply as two figures suddenly materialized in the center of the hall, not from the door or the corridor, but through direct teleportation—a feat only those with mastery over space and overwhelming authority could casually perform. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-521.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-521.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c5a0314 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-521.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 521: Experts from the Divine Realm" +slug: "ch-521" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 521 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1254 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +One was a tall woman with dark crimson-red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of flame, her eyes sharp and glinting with ancient wisdom, her very presence exuding a quiet, suffocating intensity. + +Beside her stood a man with bluish hair, streaked faintly with silver, and a neatly trimmed beard that gave him a regal, commanding aura. He wore a robe embroidered with black-gold dragons, and just his gaze alone made the air feel heavier, as if even mana bowed before him. + +Max turned slowly to look at them, his eyes narrowing slightly. In that moment, he instinctively reached out with his senses—but his breath hitched. + +Nothing. + +He couldn’t read them. Not even a trace of their strength or mana. It was like standing before a veil of endless void, thick and impenetrable. His heartbeat quickened as realization dawned. + +’I can’t see their strength... not even a ripple. But the pressure they’re emitting...’ His thoughts paused as he compared it to the strongest being he had ever encountered before—Old Saintess. ’It’s even stronger than hers...’ he concluded silently, his brows furrowing. + +These weren’t elders or instructors. These weren’t visiting nobles or senior experts. These were true monsters—apex beings whose mere appearance shifted the balance of power in a room. + +The entire hall, filled with proud geniuses from both the mortal and Divine Realms, had fallen silent again, but this silence wasn’t born of awe—it was instinctual fear. + +Even the Divine Realm geniuses, who until now had looked down on the proceedings with arrogance, now stood with guarded expressions, their pride dimming in the overwhelming presence of these two newcomers. + +The red-robed old man at the front took a stiff step forward, his face pale, his voice strained as he bowed deeply. "G-Greeting, Lady Virelia... Lord Harthorne... I—This... this disturbance was caused by the Ancient Dragon Scroll..." He gestured weakly to Max, still struggling to find the right words. + +The moment he said that, both of the new figures turned their gazes toward Max in unison—eyes sharp, penetrating, and filled with something that went beyond curiosity. + +"Mark of Divinity? How is this possible?" Lady Virelia muttered, her usually sharp and composed expression slipping into one of sheer disbelief. Her crimson eyes, normally calm and aloof, now glimmered with something that rarely touched them—genuine shock. + +Even though several seconds had passed since that radiant black sphere had entered Max’s body, the aura it left behind had not dissipated. It still lingered around him like a divine mantle—subtle, yet unmistakably sovereign. + +The energy was primal, ancient, and unshakable, and no amount of disbelief could deny its existence. It clung to Max’s figure as if the very Laws recognized him, embraced him. + +She had lived for centuries, witnessed prodigies rise and fall, and seen countless extraordinary events across both mortal and Divine Realms—but this... she had never expected this. + +Not in a thousand lifetimes had she imagined that her assignment to the mortal realms—something she had regarded as routine and mundane—would allow her to witness the emergence of a bearer of the Mark of Divinity. + +Beside her, Lord Harthorne gave a low, knowing chuckle, his voice calm but laced with intrigue. "It seems we have an anomaly here," he said, smiling faintly as the last traces of that divine aura gently faded from around Max. + +His expression bore none of the astonishment seen in others—only deep interest, as though he had been waiting for something like this to happen. + +Turning toward the red-robed old man, who still stood pale and reverent, he said with deliberate weight, "Once the rest of the children have completed their time with the Ancient Dragon Totem, send him to me. With this level of genius, he won’t walk the standard path. He belongs in the Elite Squad." His words weren’t a suggestion—they were a decree. + +The old man, who could barely believe he was still breathing after what he had witnessed today, immediately bowed his head low. "Yes, Lord Harthorne. As you command." + +Harthorne nodded, satisfied, and without another word, his form began to shimmer. Golden-blue light surrounded his body, like starlight falling into the folds of reality, and a moment later, he vanished from the hall, leaving only a faint ripple in space.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +Lady Virelia, still gazing deeply at Max, said nothing. Her crimson hair danced faintly in the lingering currents of divine energy. She studied him for one final moment, as if committing his presence to memory, before her body too began to glow + +And in the blink of an eye, she vanished, leaving the hall in silence once more. + +"Cough," the old man cleared his throat lightly, the sound echoing through the tense hall like the breaking of a long-held breath. Everyone flinched slightly, still caught in the aftermath of what they had just witnessed. + +Straightening his robe with forced calm, the old man raised his voice, trying to regain order. "Let’s continue the assessment," he said, though even he could hear the slight tremor still lingering in his tone. + +Max, understanding that the attention on him would linger no matter what, quietly turned and walked back to his place among the other geniuses. + +As he returned to the line, he came to a stop beside Henry, who immediately turned toward him with wide, starry eyes. "You are so cool!" he whispered, practically vibrating with excitement. + +Max blinked and gave a helpless, wry chuckle, scratching the back of his head. "I... wasn’t expecting that either." + +Henry grinned ear to ear. "Let’s meet again in the Divine Realm when we both ascend there, how about it?" he said, his eyes glimmering with hope and admiration, as though he were speaking to a future legend. + +Max’s smile softened. "Sure," he said simply, the sincerity in his tone leaving no room for doubt. + +As their quiet exchange ended, the assessment resumed. One by one, the remaining geniuses from the mortal worlds stepped up to face the Ancient Dragon Scroll. + +And just like before, the results were what they had come to expect—average. Most earned B or C grade evaluations, with very few rising even slightly above. + +Though talented in their own right, it became painfully clear how wide the gap had grown between a "genius" of the mortal world and the anomaly they had just witnessed in Max. + +Half an hour passed in this rhythm of muted tension and half-hearted excitement. The earlier energy in the hall had dulled into quiet acceptance, as everyone knew the peak of the trial had already come and gone. + +Finally, the red-robed old man raised his hand. "Well done. The test has ended here," he announced, his voice steadier now, though his eyes still occasionally flicked toward Max as if to confirm he was still real. "You may all now proceed to select your own Ancient Dragon Totem Stone. You have two hours to make your decision. Two hours from now, each of you must report back and show me the choice you’ve made." + +With that, he turned around with a subtle wave of his hand, and the massive doors at the back of the hall groaned open, revealing a deeper passage bathed in golden light. Without waiting, he stepped forward, his robe swaying with purpose. + +The crowd of young elites, though still shaken, followed in silence—each one about to face the second phase of the trial, but all with one lingering thought in their hearts: + +They had witnessed something impossible today. And the shadow of it would follow them for the rest of their lives. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-522.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-522.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b53951 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-522.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 522: Four Hall of the Dragon Flames" +slug: "ch-522" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 522 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1392 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +There was far more to the selection of an Ancient Dragon Totem than simply walking up and pointing at one. It was a process that required insight, instinct, and a deep understanding of one’s path. + +With only two hours given, the pressure was immense, especially for those whose talents or performances during the scroll assessment had placed them lower in the pecking order. + +The truth was simple—if one didn’t already possess at least a rough understanding of the thirty-six Ancient Dragon Totem Stones and their origins, strengths, and unique traits, making the right choice would be nearly impossible. + +These weren’t just training tools—they were legacies. Each totem was either a relic left behind by a peerless powerhouse of the Black Dragon Palace, imbued with centuries of condensed law and will, or they had been shaped at the very dawn of the universe during the Primal Chaos Era—when the Laws of Fire, Space, Time, and Creation had first begun to form. + +Each one pulsed with an origin that could resonate with one’s soul, and yet... no two were the same. Some carried greater raw power, others superior clarity in law comprehension, and some were more attuned to specific bloodlines or elemental natures. + +Even among those created by the peerless ancestors of the Black Dragon Palace, there were degrees of greatness. Some had been carved by Masters, revered for their understanding and status, while others had been formed by Elders, whose insights might not have been as deep. + +And even totems made by the same individual varied in quality—some were considered ordinary, created in times of contemplation or as training tools, while others were superior works born of breakthrough, enlightenment, or near-death experience. + +There was no absolute hierarchy, no rigid classification—only compatibility and resonance. Thus, making the right choice meant everything. A poor match could stifle growth. A perfect one... could ignite a legend. + +The red-robed old man led the group silently for nearly a quarter hour, descending through spiraling stone Halls. Then, without warning, the passage opened into a vast chamber—a grand hall that stretched three hundred feet in width, large enough for ten carriages to race side by side without touching. + +A faint black glow pulsed from the walls, illuminating the area with a warm, fiery hue. + +On either side of the hall, massive red metal doors towered overhead—each one two hundred feet tall and one hundred feet wide, each carved with divine artistry. The doors weren’t just impressive in size—they were alive with meaning. + +One depicted immortal dragons soaring through worlds of flame and storm, another held the engraving of three-headed black dragon flying through burning heavens. + +Rising suns were etched with radiant lines of power, and enormous crimson-colored eyes stared outward from the metal, carrying an inexplicable depth that made many of the geniuses instinctively avert their gaze. + +These doors were the gateways to the totems. Each one stood guard to a fragment of primordial power—and behind each was the chance to touch something beyond comprehension. As the group came to a stop, the pressure in the hall thickened. + +The trial’s second phase had truly begun. + +The red-robed old man walked to the front of the vast hall and turned to face the gathered geniuses, his voice echoing through the chamber with solemn weight. + +"The area where we now are is called the Four Halls of the Dragon Flames," he said, sweeping his hand toward the surrounding doors and the vast space around them. "As the name suggests, there is a total of four levels. From the inside to the outside, the mysteries and Laws contained within the totem stones grow progressively simpler." + +He pointed toward the innermost section, a place barely visible beyond a set of tightly sealed crimson gates. "At the very center lies the Primal Hall. The Primal Hall has three chambers, and within each one rests a totem stone formed at the very beginning of the universe—when all that existed was pure chaos." + +"These totem stones contain traces of chaos source energy, remnants of the universe’s first breath. They are more than mere relics—they touch upon the root of the existence itself. Should one fully comprehend them, they would step upon a path that leads to unparalleled insight into the Laws—the kind of comprehension that could rival the most enlightened beings in the entire Divine Realm." + +Then his tone shifted slightly, becoming more grounded. "However," he continued, "this old man will be honest with all of you. With your current realm, stepping into those three chambers will yield little result. Even if you have heaven-defying perception, you may as well give up on trying to gain any meaningful benefits from them." + +"Your current cultivation boundary is simply far too low. In fact, even many trial challengers from the second stage of inheritance would struggle to perceive anything from the Primal Hall’s totems. They are meant for those on the verge of understanding Law at its source." + +The old man then gestured outward toward the next inner ring of chambers. "Surrounding the Primal Hall is the Supreme Hall. The Supreme Hall has three chambers, and each one holds an Ancient Dragon Totem Stone crafted by the former Masters of the Black Dragon Palace." + +"These aren’t ordinary Masters—these totem stones were among their greatest works, forged in moments of true breakthrough. Within Obsidian Dragon City, their value is second only to the Primal Hall totems themselves." + +He moved a few steps and extended his hand toward the outer ring. "Beyond the Supreme Hall lies the Profound Hall. It consists of ten chambers. The totem stones here were also left behind by Masters of the Black Dragon Palace, but these are works of lesser insight compared to those in the Supreme Hall." + +Finally, he pointed toward the outermost ring of the hall. "And at the edge of all of this is the Novice Hall. It contains twenty chambers. The totem stones here were created by the previous Elders of the Black Dragon Palace." + +"Do not underestimate them. Though these were created by Elders, many are remarkable in their own right. In fact, the best of these are not far behind the Earth Hall’s totems. Some have unique affinities or rare insights that might be a perfect match for you, depending on your nature." + +He looked over the group with a firm gaze. "Choose wisely. The totem you resonate with will define how far you can walk on the path of Law in this trial. You have two hours." + +And with that, the massive crimson doors began to unlock with deep, echoing rumbles, and the path to the Four Halls of the Great Dragon was opened. + +"Max, you choose first!" the red-robed old man announced, his voice echoing through the vast chamber as he raised a hand and pointed directly at Max. + +His tone carried no hint of favoritism—just authority and inevitability. "You must decide within two hours’ time." The weight of every gaze in the hall immediately shifted, locking onto Max once again, but he remained composed, his expression calm as still water. + +"Yes!" Max responded clearly, without hesitation. Then, without glancing at anyone else, he stepped forward. His stride was firm, unshaken, and carried the momentum of someone who knew where he was going. + +He didn’t even pause at the outermost Novice Hall, nor did he spare a single glance toward the chambers of the Profound Hall. He simply passed them by like they didn’t exist—like they were never an option to begin with. + +Instead, he walked straight toward the second innermost ring—the Supreme Hall—where three chambers awaited, each said to hold the finest works of the peerless Masters of the Black Dragon Palace. + +The moment Max’s back disappeared beyond the threshold of the Sky Hall, a wave of stifled silence spread across the hall like a dull thunderclap. All the gathered geniuses, whether from the mortal realms or even the Divine Realm, watched him go with expressions of envy, awe, and a touch of helpless frustration. + +They couldn’t complain, couldn’t protest. It was the rule. The one who performed the best in the Ancient Dragon Scroll test would be given first choice of the totems, and Max hadn’t just performed well—he had shattered the standard entirely. So now, all they could do was stand in place and watch him claim what many of them had dreamed of. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-523.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-523.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..153c49d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-523.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 523: A Daring Choice" +slug: "ch-523" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 523 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Under the gaze of every genius gathered in the hall, Max stepped into the Supreme Hall. The passage was vast, the corridor opening into a space two hundred feet wide, and directly ahead of him stood three enormous metal doors, each one radiating an aura so ancient and intense that it made the air feel thick, as though the Laws themselves bent slightly in their presence. + +Each door towered like a silent sentinel of history, lined up against the far wall, and carved into their surfaces were vivid, almost lifelike images of dragons—each distinctly different from the other. + +The first door bore the image of a dragon poised with its claws drenched in flames, its eyes cold, filled with slaughter. Etched beside it in bold script were two words: Crimson Reaper. + +The second door featured a dragon soaring upward in a tempest of fire, wings outstretched like blades of molten fury—beneath it, the words: Flame Tyrant. + +The third door showed a dragon flying through a sky of fire, surrounded by blazing suns and darkness intertwined, the words carved beneath it: Black Sun. + +Max paused, breath catching faintly as he stood before the three doors. Even without touching them, the sheer aura each one exuded pressed against his skin like invisible heatwaves. + +These weren’t ordinary doors. These were relics, engraved by peerless powerhouses of the Black Dragon Palace—individuals whose mastery of Law had reached terrifying levels. + +Each carving wasn’t just art; it was imbued with profound intent, and Max could feel it. Just standing there, the principles of destruction, dominance, and chaos whispered around him in silence. It was enough to make even the most composed genius falter. + +But Max steadied himself, choosing not to linger too long. + +After a moment of thought, he stepped forward and placed his hand on the door engraved with Crimson Reaper. The instant he pushed, the heavy metal parted with a low groan, revealing the interior chamber behind it. + +A square room greeted him, clean and simple in structure—two hundred feet in both width and length. It was quiet, solemn, almost sacred in its silence. There was nothing in the room except for a towering altar at its center, rising thirty feet high like a stone pedestal built for gods. + +Atop that altar sat a single object—a totem stone, roughly a square foot in size, seemingly plain in its gray surface. + +Yet when Max’s eyes met it, his heart skipped a beat. + +The totem was carved with intricate patterns, spirals, lines, and ancient runes, each interwoven in a way that looked chaotic at first glance but, upon closer inspection, formed a perfect unity + +And surrounding it was a faint shimmering field of force—not offensive, not defensive in the conventional sense, but something far more primordial. + +It reminded Max of force field-type defense skill, but this was on an entirely different level. The energy of the field merged seamlessly with the engravings on the stone, exuding a mysterious pull that reached into his very soul. + +It was not something he could immediately comprehend, but the totem was alive in its own right—an echo of a time when dragons reigned and Laws were born from fire and chaos. + +"This Senior Crimson Reaper was definitely a powerhouse with a force field. He fused his Fire Laws with his force field and carved them into this totem stone. If I can thoroughly comprehend it then it will be of great help to me, especially since I have a force field based defense skill. And maybe more than one at that." + +Max looked at this totem stone for two minutes worth of time before reluctantly leaving the Crimson Reaper chamber. He only had two hours; he couldn’t stay in this chamber for too long. + +The second chamber was the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone. It was equally mystical, but it lacked the force field aspect. For this alone it was less suitable for Max than the Crimson Reaper Totem Stone in the first room. + +However, he could feel the aura from this totem was like an emperor sitting in his throne. It carried an edge, a unique sharpness to it. + +’This one is interesting as well.’ Max thought. + +After just a minute worth of time he left this chamber to enter the third one. This was the chamber with the Black Sun Totem Stone. + +This chamber was also 200 square feet, and the altar in the center was similar. However, the totem stone on this altar was a deep black, and on it there seemed to be hundreds upon hundreds of small flames intertwining with each other. + +It looked quite ordinary at first, but after staring at it for a while, Max could see that these small flames were moving. Each and every one of these flames contained a different Concept. As the several hundred flames gathered together, they became a black sun that could seemingly scorch away the endless worlds! + +"What a powerful aura..." Max murmured under his breath, his eyebrows lifting as the pressure from the Black Sun Totem Stone surpassed the previous two totems. The energy radiating from the stone wasn’t explosive or violent, but instead carried a refined, surgical sharpness—an aura of precise, lethal control. + +"Perhaps this is the most valuable of the three," he thought aloud, folding his arms as he stepped back, deep in contemplation. But he wasn’t one to make rushed decisions, especially when the stakes involved touched the path of Laws and the origin of power. + +For a moment, Max debated silently between the Crimson Reaper, Flame Tyrant and Black Sun. The last one had intrigued him from the very first glance—the sheer ferocity of a dragon flying through burning skies etched into the metal had left a vivid impression.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +First one was compatible with his skills, second one seemed like made for rulers or emperors and the third one was simply the strongest. + +Just as he was weighing the pros and cons of his choices, a wild idea suddenly sparked through his mind like a bolt of lightning—Why not choose all three? His eyes narrowed, his thoughts spinning rapidly. + +’If I alternate between comprehending them within the Dimension of Time and looking at the totem in the real world, I can stretch the limits of this opportunity.’ He thought musing. + +The longer he considered it, the more the strategy excited him. ’Yes... I’ll go for all three,’ he decided with certainty. ’But I’ll start with the strongest one first.’ His gaze sharpened as it shifted toward the Black Sun chamber. + +Yet even as he decided, he knew there was still time remaining. They were given two hours not for comprehension, but for selection—just to sense which totem stone resonated with them most. + +So far, he had used only a handful of minutes exploring the three in the Supreme Hall. ’Then why not...?’ he thought, eyes gleaming with curiosity. ’Let’s have a look at the Primal Hall while I’m at it.’ + +That hall—the very heart of this place—contained totems said to be formed during the birth of the universe itself. It wasn’t about comprehension now; it was about exposure, instinct, and connection. And Max had time. + +With silent determination, he shifted his direction again and began moving deeper, toward the center of the vast temple complex—toward the Primal Hall, which few dared even to enter. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-524.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-524.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1792f8f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-524.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 524: Chaos Energy" +slug: "ch-524" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 524 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1390 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Primal Hall—the heart of the Four Halls—stood at the very center of the entire sacred complex, and despite being the most revered, it was also the smallest and most unassuming. + +Surrounded on all sides by the grandeur of the Novice, Profound, and Supreme Halls, this hall did not boast mighty pillars or ornate carvings. Instead, it was quiet, ancient, and still. + +There was only one door leading into it—an archaic slab of stone so old it seemed it would crumble to dust at the slightest touch. + +Its surface was worn and cracked, the inscriptions upon it eroded by the weight of countless millennia. There was no glowing aura, no intimidating presence, no divine pressure. + +It simply was—like a forgotten relic of a time even the heavens themselves had stopped remembering. + +Max stood before the door in silence for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought. He could feel nothing from it—no energy, no Law, no resistance—just a strange, hollow silence. And yet... that emptiness itself seemed to carry weight. + +With one hand, he reached forward and gently pushed it open. The ancient door creaked with a sound like the groan of a dying world, and then gave way. + +Inside, the chamber was shrouded in a pale, endless fog. It curled around the room like mist over a still lake, yet Max immediately noticed something odd—despite its dense presence, he felt nothing from the fog. No heat, no cold, no mana. It was simply there, lifeless and quiet, as if it were not part of the world at all. + +At the center of the room, barely visible through the faint haze, stood a lone altar of black stone. Stark and unadorned, it rose from the ground like a piece of the void itself. + +Embedded at its center was a single square stone, about a foot long on each side. This was the totem stone—yet it was unlike anything Max had seen before. + +There were no delicate engravings or dazzling runes. Its surface was rough and uneven, jagged in places, worn in others. The patterns etched into it didn’t form any obvious sequence or technique. + +Some lines ran deep, like scars; others were faint, as if fading from existence. There were even entire portions of the stone that seemed broken or incomplete, as though time itself had consumed them. + +Max’s eyes locked onto the totem, searching for meaning, for some kind of resonance... but nothing came. + +He frowned slightly, straining his senses, but still—there was nothing. No reaction. No comprehension. No clue. + +It was as if the stone was carved with truths so ancient, so pure, that they no longer fit into the framework of understanding available to him—or to any ordinary expert. + +It wasn’t that the stone lacked power... it was that the power was so far beyond his grasp, it had become invisible. + +He stepped back slowly, gaze lingering on the altar. ’This... is beyond me,’ he admitted silently. The traces of source energy within that totem had already long surpassed the scope of his understanding. + +Whatever truths lay within that stone... they were meant for someone who had transcended what it meant to be "mortal." + +Still, the mere existence of the stone stirred something deep inside him—a flicker of yearning. + +But then before he could leave the hall, notifications began popping up in his vision. + +--- + +[Chaos Energy detected... Resonance with Unholy Trinity Physique is in order...] + +[Resonance complete.] + +--- + +[Unholy Trinity Physique] + +– Description: [A physique said to hold all energies in existence. u7$gh#, h&#hg$3...] + +– Abilities Unlocked: [Chaos Tree.] + +--- + +Max was stunned seeing the notifications. He had not imagined that his Unholy Trinity Physique was related to chaos energy and worst would resonate with it. From what little he could understand, the chaos energy was from the Primal Chaos Era that henry spoke of. + +Legends whispered from the earliest eras of existence spoke of a time before all things—before light, before darkness, before even the concept of time itself—when there was only chaos origin energy. + +It was not energy as the world understood it now, not fire or water or lightning, not the cultivated mana or soul force taught in schools and sects. It was raw, undivided, formless and absolute. This primordial essence flowed through the nothingness like a storm of silence, infinite and unshaped. + +The ancient totem stone within the Primal Hall, so rough and enigmatic, was believed to reflect the very process of the universe forming from this chaos. The chaotic lines etched into its stone, some shallow, some deep, some broken altogether, were said to embody the gradual evolution of chaos energy into all known energies in the cosmos. + +This original essence—referred to as chaos energy—was not just the start of creation, it was creation. It birthed entropy, it was entropy—unrefined, pure, and unfathomably vast. + +In time, this chaos energy began to take form, splitting into the fundamental elemental energies: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and beyond. These in turn gave rise to the laws, concepts, and structures that governed reality. + +Thus, in the eyes of the ancients, chaos energy was the source of all energy, the womb of existence itself. Every form of cultivated energy—be it mana, vital essence, infernal energy, or soul force—was merely a different face of the same ancient coin. + +Experts might see them as separate, label them, categorize them, but they were all just refined pieces of chaos, shaped by perception and will. + +What truly separated the exceptional from the peerless, however, was not simply in absorbing energy, but in understanding it. When one meditated to perceive Laws or Concepts, they were not merely discovering new power—they were peeling back the veil that cloaked the source of power. + +To perceive the Flame Concept was to understand fire; to master Sword Concepts was to grasp the principle behind cutting. But to see through the evolution of chaos itself... that was to understand the root origin of all Laws, not just their expression. + +And if a being could truly comprehend the pathways through which chaos energy evolved into the countless laws of reality, then that person would not merely be powerful—they would touch the edge of divinity. + +Within the vast Divine Realm, such an individual would be revered as one possessing one of the deepest comprehensions of Laws and Concepts across all the boundless worlds. + +*** + +Just as Max was immersed in thought, reflecting on the resonance between the chaos energy and his new physique—he suddenly felt something stir violently within his body. + +It was subtle at first, like a ripple in still water, but in the next breath it became undeniable, a quake at the core of his being. + +His brows furrowed instinctively, his posture stiffening. ’What’s going on?’ he thought, and without wasting a second, he activated his Three Dimensional Body, allowing his consciousness to dive inward, piercing through the layers of his own existence to view the very structure of his inner world. + +But what he saw there left him completely stunned—speechless even. + +Floating in the vast inner space of his mana sea, right beside the golden core he had forged when he first leveled up from Novice to Apprentice Rank—a core that symbolized the very foundation of his strength—was something new. Something living. + +A strange, embryonic shape had taken form. At first glance, it resembled a seed, but its form was slightly more complex, almost like a delicate, divine embryo that pulsed faintly with life and potential. + +It glowed with a soft silver-white hue, and from it, four thin but clearly defined branches had sprouted outward like the veins of a forming world. + +Each branch radiated with a different and distinct essence—like threads of the universe weaving into a singular force. + +The first branch exuded a razor-sharp aura, the embodiment of the Sword Concept, so clear that even looking at it made Max’s soul feel like it could be sliced. + +The second was laced with the gentle distortions of bending reality, shimmering with an ethereal flow—Space Concept—twisting and folding silently in that tiny arc of a branch. + +The third blazed fiercely, its form cloaked in flickering crimson and black, like an undying flame—Flame Concept, roaring silently within its stillness. + +And the fourth... it crackled with silent violence, coursing with tiny sparks of purple that danced in unpredictable patterns—Lightning Concept, wild, untamed, and bursting with hidden fury. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-525.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-525.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..91bd7b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-525.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 525: Chaos Tree" +slug: "ch-525" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 525 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1415 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the extraordinary phenomenon unfolding within his inner world. + +For a long moment, his mind failed to register what he was seeing—not because it was vague or mysterious, but because it was far too real, far too concrete for something that had no business being material at all. + +"What the hell is this...?" he muttered aloud, his voice a whisper of awe and confusion. + +Hovering beside his golden core, the embryonic seed-like form pulsed faintly with life, and the four small branches that had sprouted from it each radiated the unmistakable aura of a Concept he had painstakingly comprehended—Sword, Space, Flame, and Lightning. + +Max could feel the raw truth of each branch, their energy entwined with his own, their resonance too vivid to be an illusion. + +But that was exactly what disturbed him—Concepts weren’t supposed to take form. They weren’t things you could see or touch or track like cores or bloodlines. + +Concepts were abstract—mental frameworks, spiritual understandings, insights etched into the soul through experience and enlightenment. They were intangible reflections of one’s grasp over the Laws, never something that manifested in physical form. + +And yet... here they were, sprouting out of a living seed like branches of a tree, each one visibly linked to a specific Concept he had honed. + +The image was surreal, sacred even—but also utterly confusing. How could something so immaterial become so real? + +His mind raced to find a possible explanation. And then a memory stirred—the physique ability. That strange, cryptic ability he had awakened earlier during his brief communion with the chaos energy in the Primal Hall. He hadn’t understood it at the time, hadn’t even had the chance to explore it properly. But now... + +"Is this the Chaos Tree?" Max whispered, realization slowly dawning. "The ability I got from my physique just now...?" + +It was the only possibility that made sense. Nothing else could explain what he was seeing. + +The idea that his physique could grow a tree from the chaos within him—one that materialized his conceptual insights and nurtured them like branches feeding from a universal trunk—it was insane. And yet... it was happening. + +Max’s gaze deepened as he looked at the growing seed, watching as the concepts pulsed in perfect harmony, feeding from something older than understanding. It was terrifying. It was beautiful. + +--- + +[Unholy Trinity Physique] + +– Description: [A physique said to hold all energies in existence. u7$gh#, h&#hg$3...] + +– Abilities Unlocked: [Chaos Tree.] + +--- + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly as he reopened the notification panel, scrolling back through the text he had barely glanced at earlier in the rush of events. + +There, beneath the section detailing his newly awakened physique, he noticed something odd—after the initial, simple description, there were faint lines of text, fragmented, incomplete, or written in an unfamiliar sequence of characters that didn’t resemble any known language or system prompt he had ever seen. + +They weren’t gibberish, but rather... encoded, ancient, or simply beyond his current level of understanding. + +"What does this mean?" Max murmured inwardly, eyes narrowing in contemplation. He tilted his head in thought. "There’s more to this physique than just being able to hold all energies... isn’t there?" + +He understood the first part. that had described his body’s unique capability to interact with all forms of energy—whether mana, essence, soul force, infernal energy, or more. + +But it was becoming painfully obvious that that explanation had only scratched the surface. + +He turned his attention back to the ability listed under the physique, focusing in on it with intent. + +--- + +[Chaos Tree] + +– Description: [ - ] + +--- + +"Of course it would be blank," Max sighed, dragging a hand through his hair as he closed the interface again. + +Whatever the Chaos Tree truly was, the system clearly deemed him not ready to know. But that didn’t stop him from trying to feel it. + +His awareness dived back into his inner world, and there it was again—that embryonic seed, now unmistakably growing. The four branches he had first seen were longer now, stretching slightly further from the core, their glow more vivid, their concepts pulsing stronger. + +"It’s still growing," Max whispered, awe flickering in his eyes as he watched it, as if witnessing the birth of a cosmic phenomenon. Then he glanced at the totem stone on the altar before him—the ancient, crude Chaos Totem, quiet and timeless, yet clearly resonating with something inside him. + +A thought crossed his mind. "Maybe... if I meditate here for a few moments, the seed will grow faster. Maybe I can push it just a little further before my time runs out." + +He didn’t hesitate. + +With that thought solidified in his heart, Max stepped toward the altar, settled down in a cross-legged position, and closed his eyes. The fog in the chamber swirled softly around him, as silent and weightless as before, but now it felt like part of him—like he was no longer breathing air, but ancient energy. + +He knew he didn’t have much time left in the selection phase, but whatever minutes remained, he would use them all. Not a second would go to waste. Not when something this important, this mysterious, was taking shape inside him. + +And so, Max continued his meditation, undisturbed, unwavering. Seated before the ancient altar within the fog-shrouded Primal Hall, he let his thoughts quiet as he focused entirely on the Chaos Seed growing deep within his soul sea. + +His breathing slowed, his body still, while his inner vision remained locked on the embryonic seed slowly evolving inside him. + +Minute by minute, time slipped away, yet every second was meaningful. + +The four branches sprouting from the seed—each representing a Concept he had grasped—began to change. They no longer looked like simple offshoots of energy. The curves became more defined, the energy more refined. + +The branches thickened, their texture transforming into something both tangible and divine, until they began to resemble the beginnings of a true plant—delicate but undeniably alive. + +Then something new occurred. + +From the heart of the seed, a stem began to grow—a thick, pulsing line of chaotic life force that pushed upward like an anchor to the heavens. + +It stretched slowly but powerfully, becoming the central trunk from which all four branches diverged. It wasn’t just structure—it was order born from chaos, the unifying core around which his understanding of the elements and laws began to orbit. + +The branches no longer floated independently; they were bound together, nurtured by the same source, growing in the same direction—upward, toward something far beyond. + +But even then, the transformation wasn’t over.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +As if guided by the universe’s own breath, each branch began to bloom—one after another, slowly, deliberately. A single leaf emerged at the end of each concept-bearing branch. + +They were small at first, delicate, but as they unfolded, Max felt a shiver crawl across his soul. Each leaf was completely different in shape, hue, and aura. + +The one on the Sword branch was thin and silver-edged, like a blade forged by the world itself. + +The Space leaf bent light around it, seeming to flicker in and out of reality. + +The Flame leaf blazed softly, its veins glowing with red-gold threads like flowing lava, while the Lightning leaf sparked faintly, its jagged form crackling with a deep, untamed energy. + +They were unlike anything Max had ever seen—pure, raw, and incomprehensibly ancient. + +And within each leaf, he felt it—something stir inside him, something that made his blood run cold and hot at the same time. + +"These leaves..." Max whispered internally, his eyes widening within his mind’s eye. "Are they... the source laws? The original ones? From the time of the Primal Chaos Era?" The very idea sounded absurd—unreachable, unfathomable—but the feeling they gave him... It was like standing in the presence of a forgotten god. Majestic, boundless, and eternal. + +Even the chaos stone on the altar before him, carved in an age lost to time, didn’t make him feel like this. That ancient totem had radiated mystery and reverence, yes—but these leaves pulsed with truth. Pure, unfiltered truth of Laws themselves, so profound that it made the rest of the world feel dull in comparison. + +Max didn’t understand what this meant yet, but deep down, he knew. This was no longer just about concepts. No longer about comprehension. + +The Chaos Tree growing within him wasn’t just evolving—it was awakening a path no one had ever walked before. A path born not from understanding parts of the universe, but from holding its origin within. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-526.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-526.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d8e2f89 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-526.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 526: Meeting with Lord Harthorne" +slug: "ch-526" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 526 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1424 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s gaze lingered on the small Chaos Tree pulsing quietly in his inner world, its four glowing leaves resting gently at the end of the four branches that had sprouted from the embryonic seed. Each leaf shimmered with the essence of a concept—Sword, Space, Flame, and Lightning—each one distinct, vibrant, and ancient. + +His expression was thoughtful, reflective, as he observed the gentle stillness that had settled over the tree. ’It seems the growth has stopped,’ he mused inwardly, recognizing the subtle stillness within the energy flow. + +The expansion, the transformation—it had all come to a temporary halt. The Chaos Plant, or Chaos Tree, had reached its first phase of growth. But it left him with questions. + +Was this temporary? Would it grow again? And more importantly, would it always require chaos energy to evolve? Or had it only drawn from the primal energy of the totem stone because this was its first awakening? + +Max exhaled slowly, smiling faintly as he dismissed the thought. ’I guess I’ll find out eventually.’ + +Some truths, he knew, could not be forced—they would unfold with time and experience. He gave one last inward glance to the now-settled tree before returning his awareness to the world around him and rising to his feet. + +His allotted two hours were nearly over, and it was time to finalize his choice. + +Turning, he exited the quiet, mist-veiled Primal Hall and walked with steady steps back into the main corridor. The atmosphere shifted instantly—where the Primal Hall had been timeless and silent, the outer hall buzzed with the anticipation and conversation of other geniuses who had already made their choices. + +As Max emerged, the eyes of several others turned toward him, curious, cautious, and intrigued, but none dared speak. + +The red-robed old man standing near the entrance caught sight of Max and nodded in acknowledgement. + +"Don’t tell me what you’ve chosen," he said simply, his voice filled with quiet approval. "Let me take you to Lord Harthorne. He will take care of you." + +His gaze flicked toward the path ahead, then back at Max, and for a moment there was a hint of satisfaction in his tone—he thought Max had shown great wisdom in using his full time, not rushing through the totems like so many others did. + +Whether he had chosen from the Novice Hall or the Primal Hall didn’t matter. What mattered was intent, and Max had walked out at the very last minute—a sign of someone who thought carefully and chose deliberately. + +"I understand," Max replied calmly, nodding once. Deep down, he too was eager to meet Lord Harthorne again. He wanted to learn—not from books or relics, but under the guidance of true power, of figures from the Divine Realm. + +"Come. Follow me," the old man said, his robes trailing behind him as he turned and began walking. + +Without hesitation, Max followed him, leaving behind the Hall of Trials. + +*** + +Max came to a stop before a tall, black wooden door—ornately carved with dragon motifs coiling around the frame like living symbols of ancient authority. + +They were standing in hallway right now and beside him was a window showcasing the entire Obsidian Dragon City. + +From this height, Max could see the towering pagodas interwoven with gleaming spires, the blend of ancient architecture and subtle modernity, the veins of lava-like fire essence pulsing beneath the stone roads, and the hazy aura of law energy draping the city in an almost sacred light. + +’What a view,’ Max thought, a flicker of genuine admiration passing through his eyes. + +Beside him, the red-robed old man gave a respectful nod. "Lord Harthorne is inside and waiting for you," he said with a touch of formality that hadn’t been present earlier. Even his posture was straighter now, as though the very presence behind the door demanded reverence. + +Max nodded in return and stepped forward, knocking gently. + +"Come inside," came a voice from within—low, deep, and carrying the weight of power. + +Without hesitation, Max opened the door and stepped into the room. The moment he crossed the threshold, the door shut itself with a muted thud. + +Inside, the space was simple but refined. It was no grand chamber or throne room, but a personal office—modest in size but heavy in atmosphere. + +A low-burning brazier stood in the corner, casting a subtle warmth into the air and sending a curling trail of crimson smoke into the air that smelled faintly of incense and molten stone. + +The furniture was minimal—just a long obsidian desk carved from a single slab of volcanic rock, some bookshelves filled with jade scrolls, and a rack on the far wall holding several strange weapons and sealed artifacts radiating quiet pressure. + +Seated comfortably behind the desk was Lord Harthorne, his robe now draped loosely around him, exposing a fitted inner tunic woven with patterns of golden flame dragons. He radiated effortless power, a man whose presence alone could shake nations. + +His eyes lifted to meet Max’s with quiet interest. + +Standing to the side, leaning casually against the far wall, was Lady Virelia, her crimson hair glowing faintly in the brazier’s light, her arms crossed and her gaze sharp yet unreadable. + +As Max stepped inside, both figures watched him—evaluating, calculating—but not with condescension. There was curiosity in their eyes. + +"You must be Max Morgan," Lord Harthorne said with a calm, composed smile, his deep voice echoing faintly in the small yet profound room. + +He leaned slightly forward in his obsidian chair, his presence neither imposing nor arrogant—just quietly powerful. "I am the current master of Obsidian Dragon City. You may address me as Lord Harthorne," he said with a faint gesture of welcome, as if acknowledging Max not just as a visitor, but as someone worthy of standing in this space. + +Then, with a graceful wave of his hand, he gestured toward the elegant woman standing silently by the wall. "And she," he continued smoothly, "is one of the very special instructors here in Obsidian Dragon City." + +The woman pushed off the wall gently, stepping forward. Her posture was straight and firm, her crimson hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of fire. + +Her sharp eyes met Max’s without flinching, and though she was beautiful in a way that seemed distant and otherworldly, there was no trace of coldness in her tone as she spoke. + +"You may call me Instructor Virelia," she said with poise, her voice smooth and crisp like a blade cloaked in silk. + +Max, understanding the level of respect these two commanded, nodded immediately and bowed in a gesture of genuine respect. "Lord Harthorne, Instructor Virelia... it is my honor to meet you both," he said sincerely, his voice steady yet humble. + +Lord Harthorne gave a pleased nod, clearly appreciating the boy’s composed and respectful demeanor. + +"You have a good head on your shoulders," he said, the smile never leaving his face. "You’ll need that, Max. From this point forward, you’ll be under the personal guidance of Instructor Virelia. She will train you herself and ensure that you are equipped with everything in the trial. Techniques, knowledge, preparation—you’ll be taught all of it under her watch." + +Max could sense their goodwill, their intent to train and guide him through the path ahead. But before stepping into that training, there were questions that weighed heavily on his mind—questions he couldn’t ignore. + +He looked toward Lord Harthorne and spoke, his tone calm but curious. "I want to know... what exactly is the Mark of Divinity?" He asked. + +Lord Harthorne’s expression didn’t change much, but the faint smile on his lips grew just a touch more knowing. + +"Mark of Divinity..." he echoed softly, almost as if tasting the words. "There are many rumors about it. Some say only the strongest genius of an entire era—someone who stands unmatched in their generation—is ever granted the Mark. Others say it appears only to those with the potential to become the strongest, not necessarily the strongest yet." + +He paused, letting that idea linger in the air for a breath. "But... rumors are rumors," he said, the smile slipping into something a little more serious. "There’s very little truth in most of them." + +His gaze deepened, steady and unflinching. "What I do know, as the master of Obsidian Dragon City, is this—the Mark of Divinity is only granted to those whose bloodline is unique... deeply special. Not simply strong or ancient, but something that transcends the normal classification of power. When such a bloodline is recognized by the Ancient Dragon Scroll, and only then, the mark may be bestowed." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-527.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-527.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b31902e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-527.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 527: Ascension Tunnel" +slug: "ch-527" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 527 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1265 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max nodded, slowly absorbing every word. So it had been his bloodline that the scroll had responded to. It had sensed something different in him. That’s why it chose him. That’s why he had been marked. + +"I understand..." Max murmured. But still, one more question hung in his heart—one that had unsettled him ever since he saw the strange quote in the system’s notification. + +"Is there... any benefit to the mark?" he asked. "Anything at all?" + +The quote had felt ominous—’Should the mark burn bright, thrones shall crumble and stars shall weep...’—it was cryptic, almost like a warning dressed as prophecy. He needed to know if there was something good about it. + +"Nobody knows," came a quiet voice from the side. + +Max turned, eyes meeting Lady Virelia’s. + +She stepped forward slightly, her arms still crossed but her gaze firm. "The Mark of Divinity is one of the many mysteries of the Black Dragon Palace. Even in the records spanning millennia, there is no clarity. It is a power wrapped in legend. No one knows where it comes from, what it fully does, or what path it ultimately leads to. All we know is that... very few have ever received it." She paused, her voice solemn now. + +The room fell into a brief silence after her words. + +Max stood still, mind racing. + +"You can go and rest for the day," Lord Harthorne said with a light smile, his tone warm yet composed. "Starting tomorrow, Lady Virelia will begin guiding you through the process of completing your inheritance. She will also oversee your training and offer you the knowledge required for the path ahead." + +His words held the finality of a command and the care of a teacher entrusting his best pupil to another. + +Max nodded in understanding, giving both Lord Harthorne and Instructor Virelia a respectful bow before taking a step back. + +Just then, the heavy door behind him opened with a soft click, and a middle-aged man walked in. He was dressed in simple but well-fitted robes, his aura calm and efficient like a seasoned servant who had served powerful people his whole life. + +"Silus," Lord Harthorne addressed him without turning his head, "take Max to his dormitory. Give him the privileged one." + +"As you command, my lord," Silus bowed deeply, then turned to Max with a polite gesture. "Shall we?" + +Max offered a short nod, still absorbing the enormity of what had just happened in this room. Without a word, he followed Silus out, the doors closing quietly behind them. + +Once Max was gone, Lord Harthorne leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes still fixed on the door for a moment longer before shifting toward Lady Virelia. "So," he asked with calm interest, "what do you think?" + +Lady Virelia exhaled softly, her eyes thoughtful but serious. "He is good," she said plainly. "But I will need to see for myself if he’s good enough." + +Her voice held no arrogance, only careful discernment. "His bloodline is... unique. It bears the mark of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, yes—but when I stood before him, I could not suppress him. Not even a little. It felt as if I was standing in front of someone whose bloodline existed on the same level as mine." + +Lord Harthorne’s smile deepened as he nodded slowly, clearly unsurprised. "Hmm... truly a strange one," he murmured. "But a good one." + +Then his gaze drifted away, more distant now, his tone dropping into something far more serious. "I cannot see through his fate." + +Lady Virelia turned to him sharply, eyes narrowing with disbelief. "What?" she asked, startled. "You can’t see through his fate?" + +It was no small claim. She knew well that the man before her—Lord Harthorne—was not just a city master. In the Divine Realm, he was one of the most powerful individuals in the Black Dragon Palace, a peerless powerhouse who had voluntarily taken this position in the mortal realm simply to avoid the chaotic power struggles within the main palace. + +For someone of his level to say such a thing about a mortal-born genius... + +"Usually," Lord Harthorne said with a calmness that made the weight of his words even heavier, "when there is a great difference in strength between myself and another—especially someone from the mortal world—I can catch glimpses. A thread here, a sliver there. Enough to gauge a potential path." + +He paused. + +"But this time," he continued quietly, "when I looked into his fate... it was pitch black. Nothing. Like staring into a void that refused to yield even a reflection." + +Lady Virelia stood still, the flickering light from the brazier casting silent shadows across her thoughtful expression. + +"Let’s see how he does in the Nine Dragons Painting," Lord Harthorne said with a faint smile, his gaze drifting toward the wall behind Max’s recently vacated seat. His tone was calm, but there was a quiet anticipation behind it, the kind that only surfaced when something—or someone—defied the natural order. + +"Though I must admit," he continued, almost to himself now, "I’m quite curious what totem he’ll choose to complete his inheritance. With someone like him, even the totems might respond differently..."𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +"We’ll know by tomorrow," Lady Virelia replied, her voice steady, her composure returned. The earlier surprise in her tone had been buried again beneath her usual calmness. + +"He’s from Acaris, in the Thousand Vine Sector. And if I remember correctly..." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly with recollection. "The ascension tunnel of that planet has been broken for at least a few million years. No one from there has reached the Divine Realm in all that time." + +She let the thought hang for a moment, then added flatly, "I need to go to the Divine Realm. I’ll be back before tomorrow." Her words were simple, but Lord Harthorne could hear the urgency and weight beneath them. + +He nodded easily, still leaning into his chair, folding one leg over the other. "Go on," he said, waving his hand gently. "You’re free to do as you please, Virelia." + +She gave a short nod, turned on her heel, and walked out of the room without another word, her figure vanishing into the corridor like a fading ember. + +Left alone, Lord Harthorne stared for a moment at the quiet door, then let out a soft chuckle beneath his breath. "Are you so sure he’ll perform well that you’ve become this eager, Virelia...?" he muttered, his voice barely audible. His smile thinned slightly, and his gaze turned distant, reflective. + +*** + +Max was led through a winding corridor and finally arrived before a tall, polished door that shimmered faintly under the magical light embedded in the ceiling. + +With a respectful nod, Silus opened the door for him, revealing the room within. It was spacious—easily twice the size of any chamber Max had stayed in before—and radiated an air of quiet elegance. + +The floors were made of dark obsidian tiles veined with faint streaks of glowing crimson, and the walls were lined with polished wooden shelves that held everything from scrolls and cultivation manuals to thick leather-bound tomes. + +A grand bed stood at the center, its sheets softer than silk and layered in fire-essence-infused fabric for optimal rest. + +There were several amenities: a jade table for writing, an altar for meditation, a bathing chamber glowing with steam, and even a small rack for personal weapons. + +"I will take my leave now," Silus said calmly, his voice low and respectful. Without waiting for a reply, he gave Max a polite bow and quietly exited, closing the door behind him to leave Max alone in silence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-528.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-528.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d304769 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-528.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 528: Five levels of a Concept" +slug: "ch-528" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 528 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1422 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max took a slow breath, letting his gaze wander over the fine furnishings. His eyes eventually settled on a particular section of the bookshelf, where a collection of books sat neatly aligned. + +One title immediately caught his attention—True Inheritance. The spine was etched in gold, and something about it pulled at his curiosity. He stepped forward, took the book from its place, and began to flip through its pages. + +The text within was written in an elegant hand, detailing the structure, expectations, and trials that lay ahead for anyone chosen to complete the True Inheritance of the Black Dragon Palace. + +The deeper Max read, the clearer the picture became: intense spiritual training, law comprehension chambers, physical trials designed to push his body beyond its limits, and above all, a test involving the Nine Dragons Painting—a legendary trial that every genius had to go through. + +"I’m going to be busy from tomorrow," Max muttered, closing the book with a thoughtful expression. He carefully placed it back where it belonged, then turned and walked toward the bed, letting his body settle on its edge. + +"It also mentioned there are a total of five levels in a Concept... in any Concept," Max muttered under his breath, brows slightly raised in thought as he sat back on the edge of the bed. A hint of genuine surprise lingered in his voice. + +He had expected a Concept to have levels like Auras but to have five levels was a surprise for him too. + +"If a Level 1 Concept is already this strong..." Max murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly, "then how terrifying would a Level 5 Concept be?" + +He tried to imagine it—sword energy so refined it could slice through space itself, flames that ignored physical resistance and burned through Laws, space so dense and precise it could fold realms... His mind buzzed with the possibilities. + +He couldn’t even begin to grasp how someone wielding a fully mastered Concept would fight. + +That level of control... that kind of power... it had to be the domain of Divine Rank experts—those unfathomable existences that ruled the Middle Domain and stood at the summit of Acaris. + +’Middle Domain...’ The name lingered in his thoughts like a distant call, a land he had never stepped into but felt bound to reach. That was where the true experts and the legendary geniuses of Acaris gathered—where bloodlines were purer, resources deeper, and the battlefield far more brutal. + +Compared to the Lower Domain, the Middle Domain was a world shaped by endless ambition and unfathomable talent. And Max knew... if he wanted to climb to the peak, if he wanted to find his sister, if he wanted to ascend to the Divine Realm to find his family—then the Middle Domain was his next destination. + +But first, he had one task left—the Monarch. That storm hadn’t passed. Not yet. He would deal with it, bring an end to it. And after that... his path would lead him to the true proving grounds of this world. To the heart of the storm. To the Middle Domain. + +’Well, that’s a matter for a different time.’ Max shook his head and thought about a problem he had came into while training in the Tower of Truth. + +Reaching into his spatial space, he retrieved the long, jet-black sword that had followed him since the early days of his journey. He held it in his lap and slowly ran his fingers over the blade. Thin, almost imperceptible cracks spiderwebbed across its surface—hairline fractures that hadn’t been there before. + +"The more I channel my Concept of Severing Sword through it," Max whispered, "the more it breaks." There was a trace of melancholy in his voice as he stared at the weapon. + +This sword had been with him from his first dungeon, had faced death with him, cut down enemies far stronger than he was, and helped him carve a path through impossible odds. He had grown stronger with it in his hand. And now... it was fading. + +--- + +[Black Steel Sword] + +– Rank: Epic + +– Description: A sword once wielded by a former master of the Black Lotus guild, forged to draw out the sharpness and intensity of black flames. Though durable and sharp, it was never meant to withstand the sharp edge of sword concepts. + +--- + +"I guess this sword wasn’t meant to handle such a sharp Concept," Max muttered, his tone quiet, tinged with reluctant acceptance as he gently set the weapon aside. + +He ran a final glance across its worn surface—the cracks barely visible, but to him, each fracture told a story, each scar a memory. + +This wasn’t just a weapon. It had been a companion since his earliest battles. + +But now... it had reached its end. All things, no matter how loyal, had limits. + +He let out a slow breath and rose to his feet, his eyes turning to the weapon rack across the room. It was finely crafted, built into the wall with dark lacquered wood and golden runes etched along the edges. + +Swords, spears, axes, even bows and quivers filled with sleek arrows were neatly arranged in individual slots—each weapon humming faintly with dormant energy. + +But Max didn’t spare a glance at the spears or bows. His eyes were drawn only to the swords. + +Stepping forward, he reached out and took one—an obsidian blade with a faint red line running down the middle. He tested its weight in his hand, swung it twice, then channeled a trace of his Concept of Severing Sword through it. + +The response was immediate—and disappointing. The mana didn’t flow cleanly. It met resistance. The sword vibrated awkwardly in his hand before he returned it to the rack without hesitation. + +He tried another—sleeker, silver-edged, with a dragon-etched guard. Again, the flow stuttered. Again, it failed. + +He continued on like this—drawing, testing, infusing his concept, and returning—over a dozen times. Each sword was beautiful, balanced, and deadly in its own right. + +All of them radiated the strength of Epic Rank craftsmanship. But to Max, they might as well have been blunt sticks. None of them resonated with him. None of them responded the way his Concept demanded. + +The Severing Sword wasn’t just a concepts anymore—it was an extension of his will, his understanding of cutting through essence, energy, and intent. If the weapon couldn’t carry that sharpness naturally, it would break. Just like the Black Steel Sword. + +Max stepped back from the rack and frowned, arms folded, his mind calculating. + +’All of them are Epic Rank swords...’ he thought with narrowed eyes. His concept had evolved beyond what common forging could withstand and these Epic Rank swords simply weren’t enough for him. + +’I guess only Legendary Rank swords will be able to handle my Sword Concept now,’ he mused, his expression calm but inwardly burning with anticipation. + +Max spent the remainder of the day within the stillness of the Dimension of Time. Seated cross-legged in the vast emptiness of that timeless realm, his focus remained entirely fixed on the Chaos Tree growing within his inner world. + +It stood quietly in his soul sea—no longer sprouting new branches, but pulsing with a faint, ancient rhythm, as though it were a part of something far older than himself. + +He examined every inch of it: the thick trunk formed from pure chaos energy, the four distinct branches representing the Concepts he had comprehended, and the strange leaves at the end of each branch—each one exuding an aura that felt connected to the source Laws of the universe. + +’Does it offer any benefit beyond resonance?’ Max often wondered during his long hours of analysis. There were no descriptions, no guides, no past reference to follow. Even the system remained silent about its true nature. + +And yet, as he meditated, he noticed something subtle—the longer he focused on the Chaos Tree, the more stable his concepts became, as though the tree wasn’t just holding them but refining them. + +The lines of his Sword Concept felt sharper, the essence of his Flame Concept more controlled, and his grasp over Space and Lightning more fluid than before. It wasn’t much, not yet, but it was enough for Max to sense that the Chaos Tree was not just for display. + +And just like that, the rest of the day passed in silent contemplation, with Max emerging from the Dimension of Time only after the suns of Obsidian Dragon City had long set beyond the crimson horizon. + +’Time to continue the trial of True Inheritance.’ Max thought standing and leaving his room. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-529.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-529.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2f8249e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-529.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 529: Comprehension Hall" +slug: "ch-529" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 529 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1316 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment Max stepped out of his room, the crisp morning air of Obsidian Dragon City greeted him with a subtle warmth laced with fire energy, and just ahead, he noticed a familiar presence waiting silently—Silus. + +The ever-composed attendant stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor as calm and unshaken as always. "I have been ordered to take you to Lady Virelia," Silus said evenly the moment his eyes met Max’s. + +Max gave a nod. "Lead the way." + +Without wasting a breath, Silus turned and began walking, and Max followed closely behind as they passed through the sprawling inner courtyards of the palace sector. + +But this time, they did not return to the same Hall of Trials where the Ancient Dragon Scroll had tested his potential. Instead, Silus led him through a side corridor carved from obsidian-veined stone. + +Eventually, they emerged into a different sector entirely—larger, livelier, and far more intense. Here, hundreds of young elites were gathered, all moving with determined purpose toward a central direction. + +They were dressed in dark uniforms, many carrying their own personalized weapons—flaming spears, glimmering sabers, and rings that pulsed with magic. Their strength radiated like a forest of swords—Peak Expert Rank, and even the weakest among them stood firmly at level 5 or 6 of the Expert Realm. + +Max walked through the crowd of geniuses, calm but observant, taking in the silent hierarchy that lingered within their every glance. These were not the outer fringes of talent. This was the crucible of the Elite Class. + +After weaving through the dense crowd, Max was led to a grand hall—its towering arch carved from crimson-gold stone, with dragons etched across its surface in poses of battle and wisdom. It was surrounded by clusters of geniuses, each standing near powerful instructors or mentors. + +Some of those experts gave off an aura so dense that Max couldn’t sense a single trace of their realm. They were veiled in power—likely Master Rank or beyond. + +"This is the site where one comprehends their chosen totems," Silus said quietly, his voice low yet filled with weight. + +Max glanced around again, his eyes taking in the silent intensity of the place. + +Just then a familiar presence approached, and Max turned to see Lady Virelia walking toward him, her long crimson hair flowing behind her like a banner of flame. + +Max stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Instructor Virelia." + +"Hm," she responded with a curt nod, then glanced around at the gathered youths. "As you can see, this is the site reserved for Elite-Class geniuses—those chosen either by bloodline or performance. Every genius here is being advised by someone, guided by a mentor, an instructor, or a personal elder. You... are under my wing." Her tone was calm, but her eyes were sharp, as if silently warning him that privilege did not come without expectations. + +Max nodded, accepting her words with composure. + +Lady Virelia turned slightly, her eyes drifting toward the center of the hall where ancient totems were being set up for individual meditation. + +"One can only pass the True Inheritance Trial," she began, her voice steady and clear, "by fulfilling two conditions—comprehending the truths of their chosen Totem Stones, and passing the test of the Nine Dragons Painting. Only then will the true benefits of the Black Dragon Palace’s legacy be granted." + +Max’s eyes flickered with resolve.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +"What is the Nine Dragon Painting test?" Max asked, curiosity glinting in his eyes as he turned to face Lady Virelia. + +Lady Virelia gave him a sideways glance, then answered in her usual calm, no-nonsense tone. "It is exactly as the name suggests—a painting, vast and ancient, depicting nine dragons, each one a manifestation of power, will, and law. But it is not just a painting... it’s a trial realm. You will be drawn into it, body and soul, and within that space, you must fight. Survive. Endure. However, there’s a catch." + +She paused briefly. "Inside the painting, you are forbidden from using any Concept except the Concept of Flames and the unique insights you gain from your chosen Totem Stones. The moment you activate another Concept—whether it be Sword, Space, Lightning, or otherwise—you will be rejected by the painting. That alone will end the trial in failure." + +"I see..." Max nodded thoughtfully, the restriction making sense to him. It was a clever and brutal way to refine one’s understanding of fire. + +"How does one pass the test?" he asked after a moment, wanting to know the thresholds. + +"It’s simple," Lady Virelia replied, though her voice carried weight. "The Nine Dragon Painting is divided into nine floors, each one far more difficult than the last. If you can reach the fourth floor, you officially pass. That’s the minimum requirement to complete the trial. Reaching the fifth floor earns you additional rewards—sometimes a legacy, sometimes a rare treasure. The sixth floor is where true geniuses stand; that floor marks you as someone extraordinary." + +Her eyes narrowed slightly. "The seventh floor... that is where true geniuses of the Divine Realm dare to tread. Just reaching it makes you a candidate for the most elite forces in the Black Dragon Palace. The eighth floor... is considered forbidden. Very few have ever reached it in the long history of the Palace, and even fewer have returned from it unchanged. And lastly..." + +She hesitated for just a breath, "the ninth floor. That floor is the realm of legends. No one, not a single soul from the Mortal Realm or even the Divine Realm, has ever reached the ninth floor since the painting’s creation. It is a threshold that has yet to be crossed." + +"Oh..." Max exhaled softly, his eyes widening with a flicker of intrigue. The more he heard about the Nine Dragons Painting, the more it called to something deep within him—something hungry for challenge, for the unknown. + +But just as that fire began to burn hotter within him, Lady Virelia’s voice cut through his thoughts with quiet warning. "One can only attempt the Nine Dragons Painting three times," she said, eyes calmly observing him, clearly sensing his eagerness. "So use those three chances wisely. Don’t be reckless." Her voice was gentle, but the caution in her tone was firm, carrying the weight of experience. + +It wasn’t just a trial—it was a crucible that could break a genius before they ever reached their potential. + +Max nodded, the fire in his chest tempered by her words. He would not charge in blind. He wanted to try it, yes—but not without preparation. Not without the right understanding. He would not waste even one of his chances. + +Bang! + +Just then, a resonating bell echoed across the entire hall like thunder rolling across a quiet sky. The deep tone rang with ancient authority, shaking the ground slightly beneath their feet—it was the signal. + +The official commencement of the comprehension period for the Totem Stones. + +Lady Virelia turned her eyes toward the wide arched entrance leading to the inner sanctum. "The comprehension of the Totem Stones has begun," she said calmly, then looked at Max. "Go on. You have two months to fully comprehend the Totem you’ve chosen. How far you go in this time will determine everything." + +5 + +She paused, her voice softening just a touch. "If you encounter anything you cannot understand... if your perception falters or your path becomes cloudy, you may come and ask me. I’ll be stationed just outside the Comprehension Hall during this period." + +Max gave a firm nod, inhaling deeply as if to steady himself for what lay ahead. And so, without a word, he turned and began walking forward—his steps steady, his heart calm, his mind sharp. + +Around him, dozens of geniuses were moving toward the massive entrance that led into the Comprehension Hall, their faces focused, their eyes gleaming with ambition. + +Max joined them, stepping into the flow of talent, a silent current of resolve burning within him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-53.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-53.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9134679 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-53.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 53: Old Lake City" +slug: "ch-53" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 53 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1126 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood in the alley, gazing deeply at the Mirror Crystal. "What have you left for me?" he muttered softly, wondering what could be so important that she didn’t send him a direct message but instead contacted him this way. + +Tapping his holowatch, Max accessed the extranet and began searching for information about Mirror Crystals. A number of pages appeared, detailing its uses and properties.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Max skimmed through them, quickly understanding how these crystals worked. + +"So, a Mirror Crystal is locked by blood…" Max muttered, finding this particularly interesting. From what the hooded figure had told him about the Mirror Crystal, its security was incredibly strong, meaning that if someone didn’t have the same type of blood, they shouldn’t be able to access whatever was recorded inside. + +’Let’s see if it works,’ Max thought, pulling out his sword and pricking his palm with it. + +A small cut appeared on his palm, and blood began to flow out. Max allowed the blood to fall onto the Mirror Crystal. + +The crystal began to glow with a white hue, and then, suddenly, it projected a small figure onto its surface. + +At the sight of the figure, Max’s eyes softened, and he clenched his fists. The figure was his sister, but he could also tell it was just a recorded projection of her. + +"Maxy, if you’re hearing this, it means I have disappeared, just like Mom and Dad." + +Tears began to stream down Max’s face as he heard her voice. He had missed it for years. + +"I’m sorry, Maxy. I had to leave." + +"Why?" Max asked, his voice hoarse, choking on his tears. + +"You must be wondering what was so important that I had to leave you, right? A while back, I found traces of our parents." + +Max’s eyes widened in shock. + +"But when I traced the location, I realized it was far more complicated than I ever expected. You see, Maxy, Mom and Dad didn’t leave us… They were taken away by someone." + +Max’s face contorted in rage, but he continued to listen intently. + +"When I discovered this, I unintentionally made many enemies." + +Max closed his eyes, processing her words. + +"Maxy, wherever I am right now, I am safe, but I’m not sure about you. So, let me give you some advice. You could trust the Thorne Family blindly, but they are very stubborn. You’ll have to win their trust first before they’ll help you with anything." + +Max understood. + +"Also, you may have now realized that our surname isn’t Morgan, but Voidwalker. However, I still suggest you use Morgan for now. Using the surname Voidwalker will only bring you more harm than anything… I learned that the hard way." + +Max nodded. He had been cautious about using Voidwalker as his surname, and now it seemed his caution had been well-placed. + +"I guess that’s it for now, and I know you want to find me, but forget it. Just know that I’m safe, and so are our parents. But I also know you’ll try to find me anyway, so best of luck to you, hehe." + +With that, the projection of his sister stopped, and the Mirror Crystal ceased glowing. + +Max stood in silence for a moment, contemplating her words. A smile slowly spread across his face as he processed everything she had said. + +’She’s safe, and so are Mom and Dad,’ Max thought, his face radiating joy. For the past two years, he had imagined the worst, dreamed of what-ifs, and speculated many scenarios. But now, knowing the truth—that she was fine—he felt as if something that had been constricting his heart was finally released. + +’But why did she say that Mom and Dad are fine when they were taken away?’ he wondered, though for now, he didn’t dwell on it. Since his sister had said they were fine, he would trust that they were. + +’It seems there’s more to this than she mentioned,’ Max pondered. He understood that some things were complicated, and the situation with his family and parents was likely one of those things. + +’Anyway, now that I know they’re okay... I’m feeling great,’ Max thought, a joyful smile on his face as he walked out of the alleyway and sat down on a bench, waiting for the train. + +Soon, the train arrived, and Max boarded. + +’Thorne Family…’ he thought, recalling what his sister had said about them as he waited for the train to arrive in Old Lake City. + +’She told me they could be trusted, but to win their trust, I have to show them my talent and strength...’ Max wondered how he could do that. He couldn’t just march up to the Thorne Family and defeat everyone in the Novice Rank, could he? + +’That would certainly showcase my awesome combat power,’ Max mused. + +As he pondered these things, time passed, and several hours later, he arrived at Old Lake City. + +Max exited the station and walked through the city streets, marveling at how unique the city looked compared to others. + +Old Lake City resembled a village, surrounded by trees and green plains. It was rare to see tall skyscrapers or high-tech buildings here. Instead, wooden houses and thatched rooftops dotted the landscape. + +’This city gives off a great vibe,’ Max thought as he walked along the streets. He noticed many people riding beasts instead of driving cars. + +’Where could I find a hotel here?’ he wondered, scanning his surroundings. He decided to first locate the Phoenix Order guild and then find a hotel nearby. + +Max took out his hoverboard, placed it on the ground, and it began to float. He jumped on and sped off, searching for the Phoenix Order guild. + +After asking a few people on the street, Max was directed to the guild’s branch in Old Lake City. It was situated near a lake, which Max assumed was the Old Lake. + +’This is the only infrastructure in the city that seems normal,’ Max mused as he noticed the high-tech buildings of the Phoenix Order guild, a stark contrast to the rest of the city’s structures. + +He also noticed many young men and women like him scouting the guild, with plenty of people milling around. + +’I should look for a hotel,’ Max thought, and soon found one just down the street from the Phoenix Order guild. + +After booking a flat with a bedroom, a bathroom, and a training room, Max made his way to the training area. Apparently, every place on the Valora continent provided a training room, regardless of whether or not it was requested. + +Max checked the other rooms briefly before heading straight into the training room. + +’It’s time I start leveling up my Magic Sword Bullets skill,’ Max thought as he entered the Dimension of Time and began his training. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-530.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-530.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..406b830 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-530.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 530: Seven Main Family" +slug: "ch-530" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 530 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1315 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment Max stepped into the Comprehension Hall, a soft ripple passed over his body like a wave of warm wind—and then everything changed. In the blink of an eye, the solid stone corridor vanished, and he suddenly found himself standing in a vast, surreal world unlike anything he had seen before. + +The ground beneath his feet shimmered faintly, a smooth jade-like surface that stretched into distant horizons, broken only by clusters of structures that seemed both ancient and otherworldly. + +All around him, hundreds of dome-like buildings rose from the earth, each one glowing with a faint aura and pulsing with the essence of profound energy. + +On top of every dome was a name carved in glowing script—Crimson Reaper, Black Sun, Flame Tyrant, and many others—each representing a unique Totem Stone, each housing a different path of comprehension. + +But that wasn’t all. + +In the very center of this strange world stood a tall, narrow tower made of jet-black stone, with a massive golden dragon spiraling around its length. The dragon’s eyes seemed to glimmer with life, and its form pulsed with the essence of black flame.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Next to the tower lay an expansive structure that resembled an arena—but not entirely. It had an open central platform, ringed by floating platforms and strange formations that twisted in the air like frozen bursts of law energy. + +Just as Max and the other geniuses were still taking it all in—gazing in awe at the domes, the tower, and the arena—a sudden wave of information surged into their minds. + +It wasn’t spoken aloud; instead, it entered through their consciousness like a stream of thought planted directly into their souls. Rules, instructions, warnings—all of it delivered in an instant. + +The domes were comprehension chambers, each tied to a specific Totem Stone. Once inside, the genius would be isolated from the outside world, free to comprehend the mysteries without distraction. + +The tower was the Tower of Resonance, accessible to everyone. In this tower, one can test their comprehensions, the inheritance they would learning from the Totem Stones. + +And the strange arena-like structure beside it was the Field of Duel, a place for sparring, testing insights, or measuring one’s mastery of Conceptual Law against others—its rules strict, its judgment absolute. + +Max stood still, letting the information settle into his mind, his eyes scanning the domes until they landed on three familiar names—Crimson Reaper, Flame Tyrant, Black Sun. The very three Totems he had set his eyes on. + +’I guess I don’t need to ask for special permission to comprehend the other two Totem Stones,’ Max mused with a faint smile as he stepped forward. + +The rules had clearly stated that once a genius had entered the Comprehension Hall, they were free to explore any of the Totem domes—granted they could endure the difficulty of the legacy hidden within. + +It was a freedom granted only to those who had qualified through merit, and Max had more than proven himself. + +However, as he approached the towering domes labeled Crimson Reaper, Flame Tyrant, and Black Sun, he immediately noticed something that made his smile fade just a bit. + +The crowds gathered around these three domes were easily the largest in the entire hall. Dozens of geniuses—perhaps even a hundred—were gathered in clusters near the entrances, their auras heavy, their expressions grim with focus and competition. + +And why wouldn’t it be so? + +These three Totem Stones belonged to the Supreme Hall, second only to the mysterious Primal Hall, and rivaled only by the Totem Stones in the Divine Realm itself. The legacies locked within them were said to be the pinnacle of mortal comprehension, precious enough to ignite rivalry between even the most composed of elites. + +’They’re all Elite-Class geniuses for a reason,’ Max thought, his gaze passing over them. None of the figures loitering nearby were weak. Every one of them stood at the peak of the Expert Rank, with some even exuding the quiet, hidden intensity of warriors just a step away from Master Rank. + +His eyes soon locked on the dome labeled Flame Tyrant. That would be his first step. Of the three Supreme Hall Totems, it was the one most aligned with the Concept of Flames—and the first he needed to deepen if he was to face the Nine Dragons Painting. + +Without hesitation, Max began walking toward the dome, weaving through the crowd with silent purpose. + +But just as he reached within a few steps of the entrance, he came to a halt. + +A group of six young men and women suddenly stepped forward, their matching dark-red robes embroidered with golden sigils. They didn’t just block his way—they formed a wall. And not just his way—others, too, were being denied entry. + +Around them, several geniuses from the mortal realms stood hesitantly, caught in the same unspoken tension. + +One of the red-robed elites stepped out, his smirk dripping with disdain as he looked Max up and down and then at the other geniuses. "Only those from the Divine Realm are eligible for the Supreme Hall’s Totem Stones," he said coldly, his tone mocking. + +Another, taller figure beside him chuckled and added with a sneer, "Yeah. You mortal realm trash should be grateful you’re even allowed in this sacred hall at all. Don’t be greedy. Go pick something from the Profound Hall and pray you manage to get an epiphany before the two months are up." + +The words weren’t just meant to bar Max—they were aimed to humiliate, to remind everyone watching where the lines were drawn. Privilege. Bloodline. Origin. Between the Mortal Realm and Divine Realm. + +But the moment those mocking words were spoken, a wave of unrest surged through the crowd—especially among the many geniuses from the mortal realms. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their brows furrowed, and before long, murmurs turned to sharp whispers of discontent. + +"How dare they do this kind of thing during the True Inheritance Trial?!" one young man growled, clenching his fists, his expression full of fury. + +"They’re blocking access to the Flame Tyrant dome! That’s a blatant interference!" another added, voice hushed but angry. + +"You don’t understand..." someone replied grimly, casting a wary glance toward the red-robed figures standing guard. "All of them—those blocking the entrance—they’re from a very prominent family. A Divine Realm family." + +"So what?" another genius snapped, his tone defiant. "There are plenty of us here who belong to noble families under the Black Dragon Palace too, even if we’re from the mortal realms." + +"Not the same," a quieter voice spoke from the back of the crowd. "From what I’ve heard... those guys are from the Grimes Family—one of the Seven Main Families leading the Black Dragon Palace in the Divine Realm." + +That statement caused an immediate stir. The moment the name Grimes was mentioned, even those who were angry a moment ago suddenly fell silent or looked more cautious. + +"I’ve heard that too," a young woman whispered. "They say the youngest daughter of the Grimes Family is participating in this trial..." + +"You mean Lucia Grimes?" someone asked, brows furrowed. "I heard the same rumor. That she descended from the Divine Realm to take part in the True Inheritance Trial here in Obsidian Dragon City. But I thought it was just hearsay. I didn’t think..." he trailed off. + +"I didn’t think it was this serious either..." another muttered. "But if it’s true... if it really is the Grimes Family... then this blockade isn’t just arrogance—it’s calculated. They’re claiming the Supreme Hall Totems for themselves." + +The crowd’s frustration simmered, but it was now tinged with hesitation. The Grimes Family wasn’t just another Divine Realm household. They were one of the seven pillars of authority that ruled the Black Dragon Palace, their influence spanning entire continents and generations. + +Offending them meant more than just provoking a few haughty elites—it meant challenging an ancient legacy that could snuff out their entire bloodlines with a single decree. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-531.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-531.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9372d60 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-531.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 531: Bloodline Suppression" +slug: "ch-531" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 531 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1431 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Lucia Grimes? One of the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Palace...’ Max thought to himself, brows slightly furrowed as he calmly observed the situation. + +It puzzled him. Why would someone like her—a supposed top-tier genius of the Divine Realm—come down to the Mortal Realm, of all places, to comprehend Totem Stones that were inherently weaker than the ones available in her own realm? + +The Divine Realm was home to the strongest inheritances, superior energies, and the most ancient legacies—Totem Stones there would naturally contain purer laws, deeper insights, and far more powerful resonances. It simply didn’t make sense for someone from her status to waste time down here. + +Unless... she had a reason. A very specific, possibly arrogant reason. + +’I need to beat some sense into them,’ Max thought sharply, his expression hardening as he began walking toward the blockade with quiet, deliberate steps. + +He had no intention of bowing to bloodline or realm. He had earned his right to be here, and no one—not even a Divine Realm heiress—would stop him from walking his path. + +But just as he moved, a hand gently clasped his shoulder. + +Max turned around calmly, only to see a young man with a long, angular face and neatly tied blue hair smiling at him in a friendly but cautious manner. + +"Friend," the stranger said with a soft chuckle, "I wouldn’t be so reckless if I were you." + +His tone was kind, but his eyes held the weight of someone who’d seen this kind of scene unfold before. "That group belongs to the Grimes Family. They’re known for their ferocity and pride. If you offend them, it won’t just be this trial you’ll have to worry about—misfortune will shadow your every step afterward." + +Max didn’t reply, just listened as the stranger continued. + +"As for Lucia Grimes, well... she’s not just another pretty face from a noble bloodline. She’s the wild, untamed young mistress of the Grimes Family—one of the few direct-line descendants born with a Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline," he said, lowering his voice slightly. "It’s said she has already comprehended all the major Totem Stones in the Divine Realm to perfection. But she wasn’t satisfied. No, she came down to the Mortal Realm seeking even the lesser-known Totem Stones. To complete her understanding of flame from every possible origin." + +He paused for effect, his eyes narrowing. + +"Rumor has it... her strength stands at the very peak of geniushood—even in the Divine Realm. The kind of genius that causes wars to be fought just for a chance to marry into their bloodline. So if I were you, I’d tread carefully and pick a different dome to comprehend. No shame in choosing survival over provocation." + +Max stayed quiet, his expression unreadable, but his thoughts were already stirring again—deeper, colder. He understood the warning. + +He simply didn’t agree with it. + +"I’m grateful for your words," Max said politely to the blue-haired young man, nodding with genuine appreciation for the warning, "but I have to go." His tone was calm, respectful—but firm, leaving no room for debate. + +The blue-haired youth simply exhaled and shook his head slowly, watching Max’s back as he walked away. "Even the geniuses from the Divine Realm hesitate to provoke the Grimes Family," he muttered with a tinge of helplessness. "They avoid their wrath at all costs knowing when they would return to the Divine Realm, they might face the terror of the Grimes. I just hope you’re still standing after this..." he added with a whisper of pity in his voice, already expecting a storm to come. + +But Max didn’t look back. + +By the time he reached the foot of the Flame Tyrant dome, a thick tension blanketed the air like a storm cloud. Six red-robed figures from the Grimes Family stood before the entrance, arms crossed, expressions proud and disdainful. + +Their auras pulsed with the unmistakable force of high-level Expert Rank geniuses—arrogant, entitled, and fully assured of their own superiority. + +And then one of them barked a laugh and jabbed a finger toward him. + +"Look at this trash!" the young man jeered, loud enough for others to hear. "He’s at the eighth level of the Seeker Rank and actually dares to show his face in the True Inheritance Trial? And worse—he’s come to confront us? What a joke! Where does he get this kind of confidence?!" + +"Hahaha!" The others burst out laughing, mocking him without reservation. "Maybe he thinks courage makes up for low strength!" + +But Max didn’t flinch. + +His eyes were calm. Serene, even. The kind of calm that no longer bothered to measure itself against meaningless arrogance. He had encountered too many so-called geniuses, seen too many collapse beneath the weight of their own inflated pride. + +He stared at them for a heartbeat longer. + +Then he opened his mouth and uttered one word, his voice low but sharp, rippling with command. + +"Lie down." + +The moment the words left his lips, a wave of invisible pressure swept through the air like an unseen storm. It wasn’t just aura—it was bloodline. The pure, oppressive force of a superior dragon heritage, infused with the authority of something far deeper than mere strength. + +Max’s bloodline pulsed outward like a silent roar, coiling around the six Grimes Family members like serpents made of will and fire. + +Their bodies froze. + +Their bloodlines trembled. + +And before they could even understand what was happening, their knees buckled. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, as if their spines had turned to water. + +Their strength wavered. Their breathing grew shallow. A crushing weight bore down on them, as though they were insects beneath the foot of a god. + +The mocking laughter died instantly. Their faces turned pale, their eyes wide with horror as they looked up at Max—no longer with scorn, but with fear. Genuine, shaking fear. + +Max simply smiled. Not wide. Not cruel. + +Just calm. + +"Good," he murmured, stepping past their crumpled forms as if they didn’t exist. Without another word, he walked forward and entered the dome of the Flame Tyrant, leaving behind stunned silence and the shattered pride of one of the most feared families of the Divine Realm. + +"What the—!" the blue-haired young man’s voice cracked out loud, his eyes wide as saucers, body frozen in place. He had been bracing himself to intervene if Max got in over his head—fully prepared to try and defuse the situation, or at the very least, drag Max out if the Grimes Family turned violent. + +But what he had just witnessed left him rooted to the ground, mouth slightly agape, every muscle in his body frozen with disbelief. "He... he just made them collapse with a word...?" + +The stunned silence that followed was deafening—until it was filled by scattered gasps and awed whispers from the crowd that had been watching from a distance. + +"D-Did he just say ’lie down’ and... and they actually did?" a young genius from the Mortal Realm stammered, voice trembling with shock. + +"They didn’t just do it... they couldn’t resist it!" someone else from the back murmured, eyes darting between the fallen figures of the Grimes Family elites. "Did you see their faces? That wasn’t acting. That was fear. Terror in their eyes." + +A third voice, sharper and laced with disbelief, joined in from a Divine Realm genius standing off to the side. "That was bloodline suppression I believe. But what kind of bloodline suppression was that? That wasn’t just dominance... That was absolute subjugation." + +"No way," a woman whispered. "Even if he has a Source Bloodline with 100% Blood Essence, there’s no way it should overpower the Grimes Family’s bloodline like that. It shouldn’t be possible!" + +"Unless..." someone else chimed in hesitantly. "Unless his bloodline isn’t just a Source Bloodline. It’s something stronger. A Royal Grade bloodline?" + +"But he’s from the Mortal Realm," a Divine Realm genius scoffed, though the uncertainty in his tone betrayed his shaken confidence. "There’s no way a mortal could carry a bloodline that powerful..." + +"Then explain what just happened!" a younger youth shot back. "You saw it with your own eyes!" + +The blue-haired youth who had tried to warn Max earlier was still standing in place, his mouth slowly closing as the weight of what he saw finally sank in. His voice came out low, almost reverent. "I thought I was warning a fool walking into the lion’s den... Turns out, I was standing next to the dragon himself." + +Meanwhile, inside the Flame Tyrant dome, the doors slowly sealed shut behind Max, and the oppressive tension that had gripped the outer hall remained—unresolved, unnerving, and unforgettable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-532.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-532.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0eebf6d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-532.md @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 532: Lucia Grimes" +slug: "ch-532" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 532 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1603 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped into the dome and instantly found himself surrounded by a serene, almost sacred stillness. The space he entered was a wide, white circular hall that seemed to stretch endlessly, the polished stone beneath his feet gleaming like moonlight on water. + +In the very center of the hall rested a single black stone, carved with countless ancient runes and pulsing with heat, rhythm, and mystery. + +From this Totem Stone of the Flame Tyrant, a torrent of Concepts and Laws radiated outward—fire-based insights, threads of origin flame energy, and slivers of comprehension waiting to be seized by those capable of reaching for them. + +Around the stone, twenty to thirty geniuses sat cross-legged in near-perfect stillness, their eyes closed, brows furrowed in deep focus as they silently tried to attune themselves to the secrets of the Totem. + +The atmosphere was heavy with intensity and reverence, broken only by the faint hum of law energy drifting through the air like a whispering flame. + +But the moment Max’s footsteps echoed into the hall, every head turned. + +Eyes snapped open. Geniuses who hadn’t moved for hours looked up as if yanked out of meditation. Surprise, confusion, and even a trace of disbelief danced in their expressions. + +"Who is that?" + +"Wait... is he from the Mortal Realm?" + +"How could someone from the Mortal Realm come here when those from the Grimes Family blocking the path?!" + +A few of them whispered among themselves, though none dared raise their voices too loud in the presence of the Totem. + +Max, entirely unbothered by the sudden attention, offered a calm smile. "Don’t mind me," he said casually, his tone polite and even. + +He let his gaze sweep over the chamber, looking for an unoccupied place to sit when he noticed something unusual—several vacant mattresses placed directly in front of the Totem Stone, the closest possible distance to it. Every other genius had avoided those spots. + +Only one figure sat there. + +A girl with crimson hair like flowing embers, wrapped in a deep red robe embroidered with gold. Her back was straight, her eyes closed, and her aura unfathomably deep—like a dormant volcano, still but menacing. + +She radiated nobility and power, and even seated in silence, her presence overpowered everyone else in the chamber. + +’Is that Lucia Grimes?’ Max mused inwardly, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement as he slowly walked forward, past the stunned crowd, straight toward the empty space beside her. + +He hadn’t even taken more than a few steps when it happened. + +Boom. + +A wave of bloodline pressure surged from the seated girl—Lucia Grimes. It was sharp, direct, and unmistakably intentional. Like a blade aimed straight at his soul, she unleashed her Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline to suppress him, to push him down and declare dominion without words. + +Max blinked. + +’Bloodline suppression?’ he thought, almost chuckling aloud. It felt like someone was trying to press a leaf onto a mountain and expecting it to collapse. + +Her pressure washed over him—and then vanished as if it had been swallowed whole. + +Nothing happened. Not a twitch. Not a flicker. + +The oppressive energy melted into the air like mist under sunlight. Max didn’t even slow his pace. If anything, he looked amused. + +Did she really think that would work? + +His own bloodline, already beyond the threshold of what most considered natural, didn’t even react. + +And even if it had, the hidden power of the Primordial Title he carried within would have obliterated the effect. To Max, her attempt was like a child trying to shove a mountain with a feather. + +From the seated geniuses behind, stunned whispers erupted. + +"Did she just try to suppress him?!" + +"And... he walked through it like it was nothing." + +"That’s Lucia Grimes! Her bloodline is top-tier even among Divine Realm heirs!" + +"He didn’t even flinch!" + +As Max calmly walked to the mat beside Lucia and sat down cross-legged, not even glancing at her directly, a subtle ripple passed through the room. Silence returned—but now it was heavy. Charged. No one dared speak louder. Everyone was watching. + +Lucia Grimes, eyes still closed, showed no reaction. But the faintest crease tugged at her brow. + +She had felt it too. + +The moment her bloodline surged outward, it met something bottomless. + +Something she couldn’t suppress. + +And for the first time... a flicker of interest stirred behind her closed lids. + +But that was all. She made no further move, offered no words, not even a glance. Her aura withdrew like a tide receding from the shore, as if the entire encounter had never happened. + +And for that, Max was grateful. He hadn’t come here to make enemies—especially not inside the Comprehension Hall where the stakes were understanding, not ego. + +He didn’t need a confrontation, not with her, not now. Even if they were outside, he wouldn’t have sought a fight. It wasn’t fear that stayed his hand. It was clarity. + +His gaze flicked toward her profile as she remained motionless, her aura steady once more. ’I can’t see through her strength at all,’ he thought solemnly. Not even a wisp. + +And that only happened when someone’s strength was at the Master Rank or beyond—an entire realm above his current level. That realization didn’t shake him. It grounded him. + +He remembered what the blue-haired young man had said: one of the most outstanding geniuses of the Divine Realm. That wasn’t just boast. Her strength wasn’t just high—it was immeasurable from where he stood. + +She wasn’t the kind of genius praised once in a generation. She was the kind whose name echoed through the halls of power like a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled. + +Shaking his head and drawing in a deep, steadying breath, Max cleared his thoughts and turned fully toward the center of the hall. The Totem Stone of the Flame Tyrant glowed with a deep crimson-black hue, ancient runes crawling across its surface like fire etched into stone. + +It was alive—breathing with power. + +It radiated waves of source laws so potent that the air shimmered around it. Concepts of flame twisted and danced, not just as elements of heat or destruction, but as will—intelligent, sovereign, demanding to be understood, but not owned. + +This was the legacy of one of the powerhouses of the Black Dragon Palace, left behind not just to be comprehended, but challenged. + +Max’s heart began to beat faster—not from fear, but from anticipation. This was why he was here. This was the path of his True Inheritance. And he would walk it, no matter who sat beside him, no matter how many stared from behind. The flames didn’t care for lineage or background. + +Only understanding. + +And so Max pushed aside all lingering thoughts, drawing in a long, slow breath as he turned his full attention to the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone. The hall around him seemed to fall away—Lucia’s presence, the watching geniuses, the whispered rumors—all faded like smoke before the towering presence of the stone. + +He sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes fixed on the dense, rune-scarred surface of the black stone. It pulsed faintly with a smoldering light, and with every pulse, a wave of heatless flame danced across its surface. But this flame did not burn with physical heat—it burned with meaning. + +Every flicker, every curl of smoke, every rune carved into its form radiated the weight of ages and the depth of a legacy forged in battle and blood. + +Max narrowed his eyes and sank his senses into it. At first, there was only confusion—lines of ancient flame concepts layered upon one another, far too complex for a single glance to understand. But Max had never relied on brute force alone. + +With patience honed by countless hours of meditation, he allowed his consciousness to settle into the rhythm of the Totem’s resonance. He followed its waves, let his soul drift deeper into its layers, and slowly—like mist clearing from a mirror—patterns began to form. + +Threads of flame energy moved in spirals, each movement speaking of control, not chaos. These were not wild, untamed fires. They were disciplined, fierce, and deliberate. The inheritance didn’t just represent flame—it represented dominion over flame. + +The Flame Tyrant Totem was more than a legacy of destruction; it was the art of commanding fire with absolute will. + +But even with his sharp perception, Max knew time was limited. Others had two months. He needed far more as he had two more Totem Stones to comprehend. + +And so, without hesitation, he activated the ability of his class and slipped into the Dimension of Time—a place where time flowed differently from the outside world. Inside that personal space, the world slowed, and comprehension bloomed. + +There, surrounded by the slowed rhythm of space and time, he sat in silence, studying every flicker, every shift of the Totem’s glow. He mapped out each rune, memorized their sequences, and pondered the ancient intentions behind their curves and etchings. + +When he felt his understanding became clear, he would return to the real world, realign his thoughts with the Totem Stone again, and then vanish back into the Dimension of Time again, continuing his work without pause. + +Hours turned into days, days blurred into longer stretches, and while others in the hall had barely begun scratching the surface of their comprehension, Max was already walking through the internal architecture of the Totem Stone’s legacy—studying the very bones of the Flame Tyrant’s techniques. + +His soul adapted, molded itself with the insights he gathered, and slowly but surely, Max’s own Concept of Flames began to twist, deepen, and refine. + +He wasn’t just learning how to use flame. + +He was learning how to command it—how to make fire kneel. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-533.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-533.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d975251 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-533.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 533: Chaos Tree doing its magic" +slug: "ch-533" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 533 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1470 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Three days passed in a blur of silent determination as Max remained before the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone, unwavering and fully immersed in its profound legacy. + +To the other geniuses around him, he barely moved—just sat there, silent, still, expression focused. But what they couldn’t see was the war of comprehension and clarity unfolding within him. + +His consciousness flowed in and out of the Dimension of Time hundreds of times, diving into that temporal cocoon where the outside world slowed to a crawl and every moment of insight stretched into months and years. He used every breath, every flicker of law energy that emanated from the totem, and dissected its meaning with a surgeon’s precision. + +The Totem Stone pulsed endlessly with ancient fire, and every time he returned to it, Max peeled back another layer of its intent. Each rune became clearer, each glowing line no longer a mystery but a strand of purpose in a massive, fiery tapestry. And then came the fourth day. + +It was on that day that the Flame Tyrant’s true essence finally unfolded before him. + +The inheritance didn’t call for wielding weapons of steel, or fire-forged blades of artifice. No—this legacy was far more primal, more domineering. The body itself was the weapon. The bones, the blood, the sinew—they were to be hardened like molten ore, refined under fire until the body became a vessel of flame’s tyranny. No sword was sharper, no shield stronger. + +The Flame Tyrant walked through battle barehanded, unflinching, because his very being was destruction incarnate. + +As the comprehension struck him with clarity, something deep within Max responded. Quietly, subtly, the Chaos Tree within him stirred again. + +From the flame concept branch, a subtle energy began to pulse, and slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, a new leaf began to grow. It was a painfully slow process, like watching the first spark of a fire build beneath kindling. But Max felt it—felt the heat gathering, the meaning condensing. + +By the time the fourth day reached its end, the leaf fully bloomed. + +Its surface shimmered with a brilliance different from the others—its shape and vein-like markings were identical to the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone itself. The aura it released was wild and authoritative, like an emperor of fire staring down the world. The concept infused in that leaf wasn’t just generic flame—it was the Flame Tyrant’s will, its philosophy, its method. + +Max opened his eyes, a flicker of red firelight reflected in his pupils, and for a brief moment he just sat there, stunned. + +’Did I just copy the inheritance?’ he thought with disbelief. It felt unreal. He knew his comprehension had reached a new height—an intuitive understanding of the Flame Tyrant Inheritance. But what surprised him most wasn’t that he had understood it... it was the depth of that understanding. + +Because the moment that new leaf finished forming, something shifted in him. + +All his previous confusion, all the missing threads that had kept him from truly grasping the inheritance—they vanished. Gone without a trace, like smoke cleared by wind. It wasn’t just understanding. It was mastery. Perfect, absolute mastery, as if he had trained in the Flame Tyrant’s teachings for millennia. + +’From what I read in that book, these inheritances usually take a person their entire life to master—at least until they reach Divine Rank...’ Max mused inwardly, his gaze still locked on the now dormant Flame Tyrant Totem Stone. ’You could spend two months in front of it and walk away with the foundation... but to perfect it? That takes years. Decades, even. Most cultivators only reach true mastery of an inheritance like this after they’ve either ascended to the Divine Realm or stepped into the Divine Rank itself.’ + +The thought stirred something strange in his chest—equal parts awe and absurdity. Because here he was, a mere Seeker Rank genius, and in just four days he had comprehended the inheritance to perfection. Not surface-level understanding, not imitation—true assimilation. + +The inheritance had fused into the very structure of his being, mirrored on the leaf of his Chaos Tree like a living, breathing doctrine of flame. + +’Am I... too much of a cheat?’ he wondered, a wry smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t feel guilty—he had paid dearly for this path. + +The Unholy Trinity Body, for all its terrifying complexity and its brush with death, had become a bridge to powers far beyond normal comprehension. It wasn’t just rare—it was something the world itself had tried to reject.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Max still remembered the pain, the crushing pressure, the moment his existence was almost erased by the laws of the world itself just for daring to create the physique. He had bled for it, died for it, and come back stronger. + +So if the world wanted to call him a cheat, so be it. He had earned it. + +’So, Flame Tyrant inheritance is meant for close combat. Using one’s own body as a weapon. A punch to decimate all, a kick to destroy everything, a dragon to devour all...’ Max mused as he contemplated on the entire inheritance. + +Shaking his head lightly, Max exhaled slowly and opened his eyes. The familiar, deep glow of the Totem Stone greeted him one last time—but now, it felt more like a friend than a mystery. He understood it. The Flame Tyrant’s legacy was now a part of him. + +And so there was no point in staying here any longer. + +He rose to his feet quietly, stretching his limbs once, and then looked around the hall—and paused. + +The chamber was nearly empty. + +Most of the geniuses who had been comprehending beside him were gone. The only lingering presence was the faint heat they had left behind. Even Lucia Grimes, who had been seated just feet from him for the first day, was no longer there. + +’They must have gone to test their comprehension in the Tower of Resonance,’ Max thought as he stepped away from his mat, his gaze lingering briefly on the spot where Lucia had once sat. ’A perfect comprehension was meaningless without real battle testing.’ + +With that thought, Max stepped out of the Flame Tyrant dome and into the open courtyard of the Comprehension Hall complex. The world outside buzzed with motion and fiery intensity, but it wasn’t the noise or the heat that first caught his eye—it was the arena. + +Suspended over the open platform were translucent holographic projections, glowing with arcane brilliance. Figures of young geniuses—many he had seen days before—were locked in fierce combat, each duel displaying nothing but the unique techniques and laws of the inheritances they had comprehended during the last four days. + +Flames danced, wind howled, and ethereal auras clashed midair as warriors battled not for dominance, but for insight. + +It was like watching raw comprehension forged into motion. + +’So that’s the purpose of the arena,’ Max realized, his eyes narrowing with thoughtful appreciation. ’If two individuals who comprehended the same inheritance fight, the exchange of techniques would naturally help both deepen their understanding... every strike, every defense, each technique used—adds to their mastery.’ + +He nodded slightly. It was a brilliant arrangement. + +The arena had been placed right at the center of all the domes, a deliberate decision to draw those fresh from comprehension into immediate trial. It encouraged competition, collaboration, and growth. + +Geniuses from both the Divine Realm and Mortal Realm engaged freely, bound by the same rule: use only what you’ve just learned. Inheritance versus inheritance. Comprehension versus comprehension. + +And then, as Max turned slightly, his gaze landed on the massive tower at the far end of the courtyard—the Tower of Resonance. + +It was glowing faintly, soft pulses of crimson light radiating from its upper floors. That meant someone was currently inside, testing their newly acquired inheritance, pushing themselves to see how far they could go with their comprehension. He watched for a moment as the light flickered and shifted. + +’Looks like someone’s climbing the tower already,’ he mused. + +Max’s thoughts circled back to his own situation. Though his understanding of the Flame Tyrant Inheritance had reached what he could only describe as perfection, theory without application was incomplete. He needed to feel it in motion. See how it responded under pressure. Let it breathe in battle. + +’I should at least test my inheritance,’ he decided, his steps turning naturally toward the base of the Tower of Resonance. He wasn’t expecting to struggle, but he wanted to confirm it—confirm that his Chaos Tree-enhanced comprehension wasn’t just deep, but usable. + +There was no downside, and every benefit, in seeing how far he could push the Flame Tyrant’s might inside a trial created to measure the soul of an inheritance. + +With silent confidence, Max walked forward, the soft hum of holographic battles fading behind him as he neared the tower’s entrance, ready to step into resonance with the flame. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-534.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-534.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02e3d10 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-534.md @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 534: Arrogant Lucia Grimes" +slug: "ch-534" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 534 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1499 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max arrived before the towering structure known as the Tower of Resonance, its blackened walls pulsing faintly with dormant energy, as if sensing the approach of a new challenger. The tower loomed like a slumbering beast, ancient and proud, a place where inheritance and comprehension were tested not in thought, but in action. + +Around its base, clusters of geniuses lingered—many of them adorned in black-and-gold robes bearing the emblem of the Grimes Family. They stood watchful and silent, eyes tracking every movement, but none dared block his path. Not a single one stepped forward to stop him. + +Their gazes flickered with unease, some even holding a hint of respect veiled behind pride. Max passed them easily, their presence like statues, unmoving, unwilling to provoke the one who had effortlessly shattered their arrogance just days ago. + +But just as he approached the tower’s threshold, a calm voice echoed behind him, soft yet clear, carried by a breeze that hadn’t existed a moment before. + +"You finally came out." + +Max paused, turning slowly, his expression composed, but his thoughts already alert. Standing a few paces behind him was her—the red-haired young woman with an aura so deep and still it seemed to distort the air around her. + +Lucia Grimes. + +She stood effortlessly poised, her crimson robes trailing faint embers, her gaze fixed on him with a strange intensity—one not of arrogance, but curiosity sharpened to a blade. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. ’I didn’t sense her approach at all...’ he thought, inwardly surprised. Even with his Three Dimensional Body active, her presence had slipped through like smoke through a lattice. + +That could only mean one thing—her strength had ascended far beyond the realm where his perception could follow. She was not just strong. She was terrifyingly strong. + +"You must be Lucia Grimes," Max greeted calmly, giving a respectful nod. "It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Max Morgan." + +Lucia didn’t return the greeting. Her eyes bore into his, not with hostility, but with a relentless curiosity that sought answers. "Tell me," she said quietly, her voice layered with restrained force, "how did you remain unaffected by my bloodline suppression?" + +Max smiled faintly, as if the answer were as plain as the sun in the sky. "Isn’t that obvious?" he said casually, his tone neither mocking nor proud—simply matter-of-fact. "Because my bloodline is more pure than yours." + +Lucia’s eyes narrowed, and though her voice remained calm, her reply came sharp and decisive. "That is impossible. I carry the direct bloodline of the Grimes Family, one of the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Palace. Aside from the other six families, no one should be able to stand under my pressure without kneeling." + +Max lifted a brow, shrugging slightly, an amused glint in his eyes. "Is that so?" he said lightly. "Then I suppose I’m just special." + +For a moment, silence stretched between them. Lucia studied him as though trying to pierce through the surface and glimpse the truth buried beneath. Her bloodline pulsed faintly, instinctively responding to his presence, but it met only stillness in return—like waves crashing against an unmoving cliff. + +She didn’t press further. Not yet. + +Instead, she said quietly, "You’re hiding something. I don’t know what, but it’s not normal. Your bloodline... it shouldn’t exist in the Mortal Realm." + +Max met her gaze without flinching. "I don’t know what you are talking about." + +Lucia’s eyes narrowed sharply at Max’s calm yet defiant words. Her aura tensed, barely contained, like a volcano poised on the edge of eruption. "It seems I’ll have to use force to get answers from you," she said, her voice like frost—quiet, but piercing. + +Max’s gaze turned cold in an instant, the warmth from before vanishing like a snuffed flame. "Do you really want to do that?" he asked flatly, his voice void of fear, echoing with quiet menace. "You should already know... I can use bloodline suppression too. Last time, I only made your people lie down. But if you insist, I can make it so they never stand again." + +He wasn’t kidding. These Divine Realm geniuses were turning out one arrogant than others. She wanted to use force just because he wasn’t affected by her bloodline suppression? Just because he didn’t reveal his bloodline? What bullshit was that? + +Lucia’s eyes gleamed with the threat of battle, her presence darkening. "Do you dare to go against the Grimes Family?" she said icily, her words dripping with the authority of a Divine Realm powerhouse. + +Max didn’t flinch. He didn’t blink. His eyes locked with hers, unwavering, unshaken. "What do I have to lose?" he asked with a shrug, as if the idea was beneath concern. "At most, I’ll be branded an enemy by the Black Dragon Palace—by your family—but I doubt your Grimes Family could do anything too outrageous within Obsidian Dragon City. This city isn’t under your family’s domain, is it?" + +He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice just slightly, but each word landed like a hammer. "In fact, I’m willing to bet the ruling powers of this city have already set their sights on me. With the potential I’ve shown—there’s no shortage of factions willing to shield me." + +Then he smiled—not mockingly, not arrogantly—but with the confidence of a man who had already weighed the consequences and found them wanting. "So now, you tell me," he said, eyes drilling into hers, "do you really think I don’t dare?" + +For a moment, time itself seemed to hold its breath. The air between Max and Lucia crackled with invisible pressure as her aura surged like a storm-tide threatening to breach its banks. Waves of oppressive, searing force radiated from her body in all directions—an instinctual release of the bloodline of the Grimes Family, honed and feared in the Divine Realm. + +And yet, standing in the very eye of that rising tempest, Max remained unmoved. His expression was calm, almost bored, as if he were standing under a spring breeze rather than an onslaught of divine fury. The pressure simply didn’t touch him. + +The tension between them spiked like a drawn bowstring on the verge of snapping. Around them, the gathered geniuses—both from the Divine Realm and the mortal world—immediately sensed the volatile collision building and retreated several dozen meters back. + +None dared stand too close to the wild, unpredictable wrath of Lucia Grimes. She was known not just for her strength but for the sheer destruction she could unleash when slighted—and right now, she was clearly provoked. + +"This city is indeed not under the Grimes Family..." Lucia said, her tone now dipped in a deadly chill that could freeze blood. Her crimson eyes locked onto Max’s, unwavering. "But that doesn’t mean my family can’t do anything here." + +Max stared right back, unaffected by her tone or her threat. His eyes remained cool, steady. "Yeah?" he said quietly, his voice like a steady flame refusing to be snuffed. "Then do it." + +He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t flinch, didn’t show the faintest hesitation. It was a simple truth from him—if she forced his hand, he would suppress her too. He wasn’t afraid of backlash, or of the Grimes Family. He had nothing to lose. + +But just as the tension teetered at its peak, a laugh cut through the rising storm like a blade through mist. + +"Hahahaha..." + +Everyone turned sharply. From the edge of the field, a brown-haired young man stood relaxed, hands behind his head, looking up at the distorted sky as if this entire standoff were little more than a background hum. + +"Man, today’s weather is nice," he said casually, as though commenting on a gentle breeze. + +But above him, there was no blue sky, no sun, no clouds—only a black, swirling distortion etched with ancient engravings, pulsing faintly like a sleeping beast. There was nothing nice about it. + +Only those with sharp perception would realize that the distortion wasn’t part of nature at all—it was a pressure seal, a space-locking formation meant to contain overwhelming energy. + +The absurd contrast of his words with the twisted sky startled everyone. + +But more than that, it cut the rising fury between Max and Lucia like a sudden jolt, forcing both to momentarily shift their attention. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, sizing up the brown-haired youth. + +Lucia turned as well, her brows drawn. "You..." she said, voice low. + +The newcomer grinned, not bothering to explain himself, and simply waved lazily. "You two can keep measuring bloodlines and exchanging death threats, but if you break the resonance field we will be scolded by the seniors. And honestly? I just had breakfast. So can we not do that?" + +His tone was light, but the weight of his words couldn’t be ignored. + +The surrounding fell into an uneasy silence once more—this time not from tension, but from confusion. + +Max glanced at the man again, then at Lucia. The moment was broken, the storm halted at its edge. + +Just then... + +"You, Jason!" Lucia shouted her eyes breaming with rage. "What are you doing here?!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-535.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-535.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d45807 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-535.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 535: A Reward" +slug: "ch-535" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 535 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1270 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Sis, you should know why I’m here," Jason said with a calm smile, his tone light and teasing as if they were standing in the warmth of a peaceful garden rather than in the middle of a tension-choked situation. "Mom didn’t want you stirring up more trouble, so she sent me all the way down to the mortal worlds just to keep an eye on you. And guess what? She was right." + +He shook his head, half amused, half exasperated. "You just can’t stay away from trouble—whether it’s in the Divine Realm or down here." + +Lucia’s face darkened, her expression tightening as Jason’s words pierced deeper than they seemed to. But when he mentioned it was their mother who had sent him, a flicker of genuine annoyance flashed across her eyes. + +Her jaw clenched, and her eyes swept once more toward Max—no longer with pressure or threat, but with unreadable coldness. "You’re lucky," she said at last, her voice low, emotionless. + +With that, she turned without another word and walked away, her long crimson robes trailing behind like tongues of fire being pulled into the void. + +Her figure disappeared into the entrance of the Tower of Resonance, swallowed by the dark light of the archway, leaving behind only the faint scent of scorched air and lingering tension. + +Max exhaled lightly and shrugged. + +Just then, Jason strolled up casually, his warm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm his sister had left behind. + +"Friend from the mortal realm," he said with a sheepish grin, "forgive my sister. She’s... well, cold doesn’t begin to describe it. Sometimes I think her heart’s frozen solid. She doesn’t even treat me, her own brother, like one." He put a dramatic hand to his chest, sighing like a tragic actor on a stage. + +Max glanced sideways at him, his expression unreadable, then simply nodded. "Doesn’t matter," he said, his voice calm. He had already resolved to deal with whatever came his way—be it Lucia Grimes or anyone else. + +Jason’s grin widened as he walked beside him, clearly amused by Max’s composure. "How should I call you, my dear friend? Since you’ve managed to keep your cool even under her glare, you must be special." + +"Max Morgan," Max replied flatly, turning his gaze toward the Tower of Resonance once again, eyes filled with silent determination. + +"Max..." Jason echoed softly, as if tasting the name. "Such a nice name." + +Just then, the Tower of Resonance pulsed with a soft, crimson light, drawing everyone’s attention as its black stone doors parted. From within, Lucia Grimes stepped out gracefully, her expression serene—but the slight upward tilt of her chin betrayed her pride. + +A faint aura of flame clung to her robes, still simmering from the trial within. As the light of the tower dimmed, glowing digits formed on the door behind her, reading: 6%. + +"I’ve achieved a 6% comprehension level of the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone," Lucia said aloud, her voice cool and composed, yet laced with unmistakable arrogance. "If your comprehension surpasses 6%, I expect you to tell me everything about your bloodline." Her eyes settled on Max like a hawk spotting prey, confident and unyielding.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +"Oh no... there she goes again," Jason muttered, dragging a hand down his face and clutching his head as if witnessing the beginning of an all-too-familiar disaster. "Why does she always poke others to create problems..." + +Max, however, remained unmoved. He gave a faint shrug, his face expressionless. "I’m just here to observe," he replied casually. + +Lucia’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling in disdain. "Afraid?" she asked mockingly, her tone sharp and sneering. "Is that it? Hiding behind excuses?" + +Max turned his gaze on her, and this time his expression twisted—not with anger, but contempt. "Afraid?" he spat. "I don’t compete with those beneath me. Six percent? That’s pathetic. You’re proud of that?" + +A gasp rippled through the crowd. Jason’s eyes went wide as he buried both hands into his hair. "Oh my gods... he said it. He really said it." + +Lucia, however, didn’t lash out. Instead, she smiled. But it wasn’t a warm or kind smile—it was the kind of smile that made bones turn cold, a smile sharper than daggers. "Then I dare you," she said in a voice that trembled with fury wrapped in ice. "Step inside that tower. Do better than me. Exceed six percent. I dare you." + +Max’s smile returned—light, easy, confident. He had been waiting for her to say those words. "I can do that," he said smoothly. "But why should I? There’s no thrill in proving someone wrong if there’s nothing to gain." + +Lucia scowled. "Fine," she snapped. "What do you want?" + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he leaned forward ever so slightly, his voice calm and unwavering. "An apology." + +Lucia blinked. + +"But not just any apology," Max added with a soft, dangerous smile. "If I get more than six percent... I want you to apologize to me in front of everyone here. Genuinely. No games. No pride. No deflection. A proper, honest apology." + +Lucia’s fingers twitched at her side, fury simmering beneath her skin—but she nodded slowly. "Fine. I agree. But if you don’t make it past six percent... you kneel and admit your bloodline to me. Deal?" + +Max’s smile didn’t fade. "Deal." He turned to the tower, eyes burning with resolve. "Now watch and learn." + +Arriving in front of the Tower of Resonance, he touched it lightly and disappeared into it. + +Max found himself standing atop an arena of white stone tiles, each one laced with ancient engravings that shimmered faintly under his feet. The world around the arena was nothing but endless black fog—an oppressive void that swallowed sight and sound beyond a few meters. + +It was like standing at the edge of existence, where only trial and will remained. + +Before him stood a tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man, bare-chested, muscles like coiled steel, every breath exuding a furnace-like heat. + +But it wasn’t his physique that made Max tense—it was the aura radiating from him. It was the purest form of the Flame Tyrant Inheritance Max had ever sensed. It surged and flowed around the man like a living blaze, ancient and untamed. + +’Is that the original inheritor of the Flame Tyrant Inheritance?’ Max thought, narrowing his eyes. There was no introduction, no warning—only pressure, and then motion. + +The man lunged, fist blazing with black fire, shattering the tiles as he launched toward Max with terrifying speed. Max responded instantly, his own black flames erupting from his body. He fortified his skin with the fire, the way the inheritance taught him—to make the body a fortress, the bones molten iron. + +The clash was violent. Max’s forearm, wrapped in black fire, slammed against the man’s fist. The force sent cracks spiderwebbing beneath them, but neither gave an inch. + +Max slid backward, boots grinding against tile, but didn’t fall. His arms vibrated from the blow. + +"Good," the man said for the first time, voice rough like a burning wind. "Show me what you’ve made of my legacy." + +Without hesitation, Max snapped his hand outward. Black flames surged from his palm, twisting, solidifying, becoming a long, jagged spear—his first weapon, forged purely of black flame and shaped by his will. It connected to him like a limb, and he could feel every inch of it as if it were part of his own body. + +He launched forward, spear flashing, but the man caught it bare-handed and yanked Max forward, bringing his knee crashing into Max’s ribs. Black fire flared in defense, but the strike still sent him reeling. Max tumbled, rolled, and caught himself on one knee, coughing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-536.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-536.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e51b8c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-536.md @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 536: Mercy" +slug: "ch-536" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 536 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1409 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Flame Tyrant First Form: Blazing Fang!" the man roared not wanting to give Max a chance at all. + +A black flame dragon’s head erupted from his right fist, its jaws wide as it shot toward Max with blistering speed. + +Max responded instantly, black fire swirling around his body as he lunged forward to meet it. + +"Flame Tyrant Second Form: Molten Devourer!" Arriving before it, he growled, his forearms coated in burning scales of flame. He crossed his arms, catching the dragon head-on. The explosion rocked the arena—but Max twisted through the flames, closing the distance. + +Their fists collided in midair. + +"Third Form: Infernal Ripclaw!" the man barked, sweeping his hand sideways. Claws of fire shaped like a dragon’s talons burst from his knuckles. + +Max ducked under the searing arc, his body twisting low. + +And then— + +"Fourth Form: Tyrant Fang Drive!" Max grunted. His knee, engulfed in spiraling black flame shaped like a dragon’s open jaw, crashed up into the man’s ribs. + +The older warrior flew back but planted his foot mid-air, twisting mid-fall. He thrust his palm down. + +"Fifth Form: Sovereign Flame Pillar!" + +The entire floor beneath Max detonated upward in a column of spiraling fire, a pillar shaped like a roaring dragon winding around itself. + +Max’s figure blurred, barely avoiding the rising explosion. His chest was scorched, his brows singed—but his eyes burned brighter. + +He roared, charging forward, fists ablaze. + +"Sixth Form: Tyrant Emperor Spiral!" he shouted. + +A massive spiraling dragon wreathed his body, formed from countless coils of compressed black flame. He spun like a cyclone, fists blazing with flame, each punch hammering into the enemy with bone-cracking force. + +But the old warrior grinned. "So you’ve learned them all. Good. Time for the complete form." + +"Complete Flame Tyrant Sequence: Wrath of the Abyssal Drake!" he shouted. + +The ground trembled. From his body surged a massive dragon, coiling out of his fists, tail whipping the earth, mouth wide with fire. + +Max’s own flames exploded outward in response. + +"Flame Tyrant Final Form: Black Tyrant’s Judgment!" + +A dragon of his own surged upward from his chest, shaped from raw comprehension and instinct. The two dragons met midair with a cataclysmic blast—shockwaves flattening the tiles, roaring firewaves charring the edges of the void. + +They weren’t just throwing attacks—they were fighting as dragons. + +Fists became claws. Legs twisted into slashing tails. Flame dragons roared from arms and shoulders, clashing, biting, exploding. + +The elder punched Max into the ground. + +Max retaliated with a leaping elbow cloaked in spiraling fire. + +They collided again. Again. Again. Every strike screamed with ancient flame, every move a tribute to the inheritance carved into their bones. + +And finally— + +Max’s foot smashed through the enemy’s knee, twisting around into a flame-laced uppercut, followed by a finishing blow: both fists crashing down with all the weight of his will and fire behind them. + +Boom! + +The elder fell back, embedded into the shattered stone, his body steaming with vanishing flame. + +Max stood above him, blood on his lips, fire smoldering around him, arms trembling. But he was still standing. + +’Flame Tyrant... if used together with the Dragon Scales Transformation, I’d be nearly invincible in close combat.’ Max thought to himself, still feeling the lingering heat of the battle coursing through his limbs like liquid fire. The fusion of the inheritance’s raw, brutal style with the refined defense and explosive power of his dragon form—it was terrifying. + +’Perfect,’ he mused. + +As that thought echoed in his mind, the flickering world around him began to unravel. His figure shimmered, dimmed, and slowly faded away from the Tower of Resonance. The last ember of flame blinked out, and then—he was gone. + +The next moment, Max appeared outside the tower’s entrance. + +And what greeted him was silence. + +Hundreds of geniuses stood frozen in place—eyes wide, mouths agape—each of them gawking between the glowing symbol above the door behind Max... and him. Some blinked in disbelief. Others rubbed their eyes, as if trying to clear a hallucination. Even the calmest among them looked visibly rattled. + +Jason’s lips parted slightly, completely speechless, while Lucia Grimes, who usually stood proud and untouchable, looked at Max with a rare flicker of something that almost resembled... alarm. + +She wasn’t looking at Max exactly—her gaze kept darting to what was floating right above the black stone doors behind him. + +Max, sensing something odd, slowly turned his head. + +And then he saw it. + +Glowing in pure crimson-gold light above the entrance, carved by the Tower itself, were three numbers: + +99.99% + +Max blinked. For a moment, he felt... stunned. Not because he hadn’t expected a high number—he had defeated the owner of the inheritance within, after all. He had walked through the inferno and claimed the legacy as his own. He had expected to see a full 100%. + +But not this. + +Not 99.99%. + +So close. + +So impossibly close that it almost felt like a joke from the universe. Like something—or someone—was reminding him: not yet. + +Not quite. + +Max stared for a moment longer. And then—he smirked. + +"Tch. Stingy tower," he muttered under his breath. + +Then he turned away from the glowing numbers, back to the crowd of geniuses who still hadn’t moved. They parted in silence, watching him as if he were something unreal. + +And Max? + +He simply walked past them all, his eyes calm, his presence roaring louder than any flame. + +And then, Max stood before her—Lucia Grimes, proud daughter of one of the Seven Main Families of the Black Dragon Palace—with a calm, self-assured smirk playing at the corner of his lips. + +He met her eyes without hesitation, letting the weight of his victory linger in the silence between them before speaking in a quiet but commanding voice. + +"Now apologize to me," Max said smoothly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. + +He knew it was childish, immature even. But he didn’t care. Some things needed to be said. Some pride needed to be bent. + +Lucia had tried to dominate him with her bloodline and when that didn’t work, she wanted to use force to make him admit about his bloodline—and yet here she was, staring at someone who had just crushed her performance in the Tower of Resonance and walked out with a mark so close to perfection that no one, not even her, could laugh it off. + +And so this... this wasn’t cruelty. This was mercy. He wasn’t asking her to kneel. He wasn’t asking for vengeance. He was just asking her to acknowledge reality. + +"Oh..." Jason drawled with a crooked grin, eyes flicking between them like he’d been handed front-row seats to a rare performance. "This is gonna be good." + +Lucia didn’t respond. + +Not at first. + +Her head was down, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her shoulders trembled—not violently, but in that taut, suffocating way that meant something inside her was breaking. + +Whether it was fury, humiliation, or the unbearable sting of her own pride collapsing beneath her, no one could tell. But she was shaking. A girl who once stood like a sovereign now looked like a statue forced to bow. + +Max didn’t blink. He didn’t budge. + +"Come on," he said, voice quiet but firm. "Do it. I don’t have all day." + +Lucia’s jaw twitched. + +Then, slowly—agonizingly slowly—she raised her head, eyes burning with a thousand unsaid words. Her lips trembled, her pride writhed like a wounded beast, but she forced herself to speak. + +"...I apologize," she said, her voice just above a whisper. + +The air around them stilled. + +But Max didn’t move. His eyes remained locked on hers. + +"Louder," he said. "And mean it." + +Lucia’s nostrils flared. Her breath came in sharp, short bursts. But then, clenching her fists tighter than ever, she took a shaky breath, lifted her chin, and met his gaze. + +"...I’m sorry," she said louder this time. "I was wrong." + +Max let the silence stretch for a moment, savoring the weight of it—not out of spite, but because moments like this didn’t come often. Then, with a slight nod, he smiled again—wider this time. + +"Good," he said, turning away as the crowd remained frozen in shock. + +And just like that, Max walked off... leaving behind not just a stunned silence, but the unmistakable mark of dominance. + +However before he was completely gone, a voice full of rage and fury came from behind him. + +"I will make you pay for this one day." + +It was Lucia. She stood with her eyes red, full of rage. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-537.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-537.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8b53e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-537.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 537: Black Sun" +slug: "ch-537" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 537 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1198 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max didn’t spare Lucia another glance. He simply turned and walked away from the Tower of Resonance, leaving behind the crowd, the stunned silence, and the pride he’d just shattered like glass. His steps were steady, unhurried, the smirk on his face gone—replaced now with quiet focus. + +’The Tower of Resonance... not bad,’ Max mused, his mind shifting smoothly back to what mattered. ’I think I’ve now got a pretty solid grasp of Flame Tyrant’s real strength—its destructive rhythm, its close-range dominance, its reliance on body over weapon.’ + +The memories of the battle replayed behind his eyes—the fists clashing like thunder, the infernal dragons roaring into being, the heat, the pressure, the moment where instinct took over and he became the inheritance. + +And yet, something else lingered. A thought, quiet but persistent. + +’That last attack he used,’ Max reflected, recalling the towering infernal dragon conjured by his opponent—a technique far beyond the inherited moves etched into the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone. ’That wasn’t in the inheritance. It was improvised... personal.’ The realization sent a thrill through his chest. ’That means I can do the same. I can evolve it. Add more techniques—refine it into something greater.’ + +That idea alone made his blood stir with excitement. + +Lost in thought, Max arrived before the Black Sun dome, his gaze rising slightly. Compared to the crowd around the Flame Tyrant, the area here was calmer, quieter. + +Only a few elites wandered near the entrance—geniuses who had already proven their worth or were too absorbed in their own thoughts to provoke anything. They noticed Max, but no one dared to speak, let alone stand in his way. + +Max paid them no attention. + +Without a word, he stepped into the dome. + +Inside, the space was colder, heavier—not with ice, but with silence, gravity, and an oppressive weight of something ancient. The hall was round like the others, but darker. More solemn. + +A few geniuses sat cross-legged near the glowing black stone at the center, eyes closed in deep meditation, their faces pale, expressions tense. + +Max said nothing. + +He moved quietly to the very front, to one of the open mats closest to the totem. The black stone pulsed gently, faint veins of molten red tracing through its surface like blood through obsidian flesh. It radiated an energy that was calm on the outside... but hinted at an explosive, consuming force beneath. + +Max exhaled and sat down. + +His mind settled. + +And he began to concentrate. + +Max looked at the Black Sun Totem Stone, its surface a churning black void threaded with pulsing veins of red-gold light, like cracks on a dying star. It was different from the others—not in power, but in presence. + +It didn’t roar like the Flame Tyrant, didn’t seethe or blaze. It simply was. Heavy. Immutable. The longer he stared, the more it felt like it was looking back at him—like a sovereign god, judging whether he was even worthy to kneel before it, let alone comprehend it. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +He had no intention of kneeling. + +He began as he had before, still and silent on the outside, watching the flickering of light and dark upon the Totem Stone, memorizing every swirl of red-gold, every trembling pulse of energy. + +The outside patterns, the rise and fall of its aura, the timing of each flare—it all served as a gateway. A lock. A code. + +And he had the key. + +With a steady breath, Max slipped into the Dimension of Time. + +The world around him twisted, slowed, then froze—becoming a tranquil void of infinite silence. Here, time bent at his will. Here, he could touch its essence more deeply. He could tear apart the meaning within each flicker, unravel every subtle wave of force, and layer the truths together until understanding bloomed. + +And that was what he did. + +Again and again, Max moved between the physical world and the Dimension of Time. + +Each time he returned to the totem in the real world, he caught something new: the subtle swell of energy beneath the surface, the gravitational pulse of law that rippled through the air, the oppressive pressure that wasn’t just energy—but will. + +He’d then return to the Dimension of Time and reconstruct what he had seen, pushing it further, diving deeper into the inheritance. + +And then came again to recheck his thoughts with totem before going back to ponder again on some new ones. + +Hours passed. Then days. + +It wasn’t until the seventh day that something shifted. + +Max, seated within his Dimension of Time, stood before the Black Sun once more—only this time, it responded. Its pulsing veins surged. From it came a vast wave of pressure, so heavy it felt like the world itself had been placed on Max’s shoulders. And yet, he didn’t buckle. + +But he could something was happening in his inner world. + +Deep within Max’s inner world, nestled within the ever-expanding Chaos Tree, something began to stir once more. + +At the edge of the flame concept branch—already thick with power, already bearing two glowing leaves—a third leaf began to slowly take form. + +It sprouted like a whisper of shadow and radiance, unfurling in absolute silence as black and gold hues bled across its delicate surface. + +Unlike the raw intensity of the first leaf or the martial boldness of the second, this one bore a regal stillness, a cold authority etched into every vein. + +It grew slowly but surely, as if demanding that its presence be not rushed, for dominion was not something earned lightly—it was taken through understanding, through mastery, through will. + +The patterns of the Black Sun were clearly visible upon it, coiling and spiraling into symbols that glowed faintly with a molten golden hue, resembling miniature suns sealed in obsidian flesh. + +Each flicker of its light felt like a command; each breath it pulsed out sent ripples of authority through the Chaos Tree. + +Time stretched. + +And then, with a final shimmer of energy, the leaf settled into its rightful place—still, proud, inviolable. + +The flame concept branch now held three leaves: the first, bright and fierce, was the foundational Concept of Flames, blazing with pure elemental law; the second, carved with jagged marks and glowing crimson, was the embodiment of the Flame Tyrant Inheritance, a leaf of war and wrath, of fists that broke mountains; and now the third—a crown among flames—was the Black Sun Inheritance, cold and commanding, radiating a terrifying grace that eclipsed all beneath its shadow. + +Max, still seated in silence, felt the shift. + +Suddenly, understanding poured into him like molten metal into a cast. + +The Black Sun Inheritance wasn’t about destruction. + +It was rule. + +It was the inheritance of absolute authority, of complete dominance within a defined space—an area over which the user was Emperor, and everything else was a subject. + +Within that space, the user’s will was law. Their word was fate. They could suppress flight, silence sound, reverse force, twist gravity—anything, everything, obeyed. + +An Emperor’s Domain. + +Max opened his eyes slowly in the real world, a heavy, silent pressure now radiating from his seated figure. His thoughts were calm, but deep within, he felt the birth of a new power. Not wild. Not flashy. But terrifying in its control. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-538.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-538.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..81a930d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-538.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 538: Emperor’s Domain" +slug: "ch-538" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 538 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’This Black Sun inheritance... I underestimated its potential and strength,’ Max thought as he sat motionless before the totem, his mind abuzz with newfound clarity. + +Now that every thread of its essence had been unraveled, now that he had taken it into himself and engraved it into the roots of his soul—he knew. + +He understood the Black Sun inheritance not just in theory, not as some handed-down legacy from a bygone era, but as something that now belonged to him. + +And with that understanding came a revelation that sent a chill down his spine: this inheritance, silent and subdued as it appeared, was more terrifying than the explosive power of Flame Tyrant. + +It wasn’t as loud. It wasn’t as destructive in a single punch. But it was absolute. If the Flame Tyrant burned a battlefield to ash, the Black Sun simply turned the entire battlefield into its throne—and made everything kneel. + +’It took me four days to master the Flame Tyrant inheritance,’ Max mused, recalling the sweat, the dozens of trips in and out of the Dimension of Time, the clash with the phantom bearer of the inheritance. ’But this... this took a week. Seven full days of endless cycling between the totem and my Dimension of Time, dismantling every concept, interpreting every pulse of law hidden in its core.’ + +He could still feel the weight of it pressing against his soul, not as a burden—but as a mantle. A crown. + +And then he thought of the ability the Black Sun had granted him. That ability—its ultimate expression. + +A thrill ran through him like lightning. + +His heart pounded. Not from fear. Not from nervousness. But from anticipation. + +’Let’s test this inheritance,’ Max thought as he slowly rose to his feet, the pressure of the Black Sun still lingering around his form like a quiet storm. Without looking back at the totem, he turned and strode out of the dome, footsteps calm, steady, but every step laced with the newfound weight of authority that now radiated from within him. + +However, the moment he stepped outside, his eyes locked with another’s—Lucia Grimes. + +She was walking directly toward the Black Sun dome, but the instant she saw him, her expression shifted so dramatically it was almost comedic. + +Her lips curled, her eyes flared with something between fury and disbelief, and her entire body stiffened as if someone had insulted her ancestors in public. It was like she had seen a sworn mortal enemy, the embodiment of every grudge she’d ever carried—and yet Max? + +Max didn’t even blink. + +He looked through her like she didn’t exist, like the air she breathed wasn’t worthy of acknowledgment. No smirk. No glare. Just absolute disinterest, the kind that cut deeper than any insult. + +He walked right past her as if she were an illusion, leaving her frozen in place, trembling with suppressed rage. Her clenched fists shook, her pride clearly teetering at the edge of collapse. + +But then something shifted in her eyes. + +Instead of chasing after him, she turned abruptly and entered the Black Sun dome herself, disappearing into the darkness of comprehension. Max noticed—barely—and exhaled a quiet breath. ’Good. No unnecessary drama.’ + +Without pause, he redirected his steps toward the Tower of Resonance, the place where inheritances were tested, measured, proven. This time, it was to test the true potential of the Black Sun. + +As he neared the tower, a familiar voice rang out. + +"Haha, you lost again!" Jason’s laughter echoed through the courtyard as he held a card triumphantly. He was seated on a flat mat with another genius, a spread of intricate flame-designed cards between them. + +The other boy sighed, scratching his head. "You can come if you want, but my father controls access to our Essence Pool. I can’t guarantee anything." + +Jason grinned like a fox. "Heh, don’t worry. I’m good at negotiations... especially with stubborn old men." + +Just then, from the corner of his eye, Jason spotted Max approaching the Tower of Resonance again. His laughter died down and his brow arched in curiosity. + +Didn’t he just master the Flame Tyrant inheritance? Jason thought, intrigued. What’s he up to now? Another inheritance? Or... could it be he already mastered the Black Sun too? + +He whistled low. "Interesting..." + +Max, unaware—or perhaps uninterested—stepped toward the Tower of Resonance once more, his gaze focused, the quiet storm of authority swirling just beneath his skin, waiting to be unleashed. + +In no time, Max stood before the towering entrance once again and stepped inside without hesitation. A flash of energy swirled around him, and the familiar sensation of spatial distortion washed over his body. + +A moment later, he reappeared within the same eerie arena—white tiled ground stretching endlessly in all directions, its borders lost to the dense black fog that rolled and churned like the breath of some slumbering beast. + +But this time, the opponent awaiting him was vastly different.𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +Standing calmly at the center of the arena was a tall man draped in deep obsidian robes, regal and still like an eternal monument. Atop his head rested a black crown adorned with flickering shadows and faint arcs of gold, pulsing with ancient energy. + +His presence was stifling, yet majestic—an Emperor whose word was law, whose gaze weighed more than the world itself. His hands were folded behind his back, posture relaxed but radiating dominance. + +Yet when his eyes fell upon Max’s materializing figure, something shifted in his expression. The dullness faded, and a gleam of excitement sparked in his eyes like a long-slumbering flame reigniting. + +"It’s nice," the man said, his voice deep and slow, every syllable ringing with unshakable command, "to see another of my descendants. Few dare to walk this path. Fewer still understand it. Tell me, boy—how much of my Black Sun inheritance have you truly comprehended?" + +Max didn’t answer with words at first. He smiled faintly, and the space around him trembled ever so slightly. A breeze of black flames began to curl from his shoulders, spiraling upward. + +And then, with a calm breath, they took shape—forming a flaming crown above his head, dark as midnight and rimmed with gold. The flames danced in slow, heavy pulses, mimicking the crown worn by the man before him. The arena dimmed. The fog recoiled. + +Then Max lifted his hand, and his voice rang clear and powerful. + +"Emperor’s Domain—Black Sun." + +Instantly, the air ignited. + +A second crown formed—this one vast, colossal, a burning halo of authority made entirely of black fire and infernal law. It hovered high above the arena, yet it loomed like a judgment. + +The flaming crown expanded until it covered the entire arena, casting an oppressive glow over everything beneath it. Within its reach, the ground cracked, space bent, and time slowed. The fog stopped moving altogether. + +It was as if the world itself bowed beneath it. + +Max stood unmoved in the center of this emerging domain, the black sun burning above him like the eye of a god. His presence was no longer simply that of a strong expert—it was of an Emperor rising to claim his throne. And under that throne, nothing could disobey. + +The crowned man chuckled low and slow, a gleam of satisfaction flashing in his imperial eyes. + +"So you’ve come not to learn... but to inherit. Very well. Let us see whether you’re worthy to wear the crown you’ve summoned." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-539.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-539.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff358e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-539.md @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 539: Collison of Emperor’s Domains" +slug: "ch-539" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 539 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1468 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Come on then," Max said, a flicker of excitement flashing through his eyes, his voice resonating with the black flames that burned like a crown above him. + +The man across the arena—majestic, still, and regal—responded with a quiet smirk. He raised a single hand, fingers curling slowly, and another crown of black fire bloomed into existence, overlapping Max’s own Emperor’s Domain crown in the sky. + +The second crown was vast and dense, ancient in aura, as though it had ruled over countless worlds long before Max had taken his first breath. The moment the two crowns merged in the heavens, the very fabric of the space beneath them trembled. + +With a low humming sound, the domain around them stabilized, and the real battle began. + +"Emperor’s Domain," the man commanded, his voice calm and absolute. + +"Emperor’s Domain," Max echoed, his voice filled with challenge. + +Black flames surged. Weapons formed instantly—towering swords, needle-thin spears, heavy war axes, flails, scythes—all carved from pure will and forged in fire. + +The two Emperors clashed, summoning and destroying in equal measure. + +Max hurled a jagged glaive from above. The crowned man countered with a flame serpent—it bit down midair, snapping the glaive apart. + +The man raised his hand. A storm of black arrows rained down, each one warping into spears mid-flight. + +Max spun a mirrored shield of obsidian fire, deflecting them in a pulse of cracking energy. + +He stepped forward, swung his hand. Twin sabers sliced the air. His opponent blocked with a wall of flaming steel. A moment later, the man summoned chains tipped with blades and whipped them forward. + +Max dodged low, then responded with a spinning mace of black flame that collided with the chains and burst into sparks. + +Each strike followed another—blade, shield, wall, spike. The battlefield shifted with every move. Max launched a wide axe, then summoned a whip from the same hand and lashed it forward. The man answered with a dome of flame, forcing the attacks to scatter. + +A second later, he slammed the ground with his palm, raising a forest of burning spears. + +Max jumped, twisting midair, and dropped a hammer of fire down on them, breaking them apart. + +It was like attacks creating from the two crowns in the sky and landing on where the two commanded. + +The fight didn’t stop. It never slowed. One created. The other answered. Black fire ruled the arena—and their imaginations were the only limit. + +But what the man did not realize—what none watching could have known—was that Max wasn’t aiming to win. + +Each of Max’s constructs, blades, and spears, though fast and furious, always arrived just a fraction too late. + +A curved dagger would slip beneath a shield, only to graze past the robes of the man. + +A flying sword would pierce the air an inch beside his throat before dissolving. + +Every slash, every strike, bypassed the defenses—but never struck true. Max moved as if landing a hit was never the objective. + +Meanwhile, the man’s attacks struck with focused precision. Some Max parried with summoned barriers. Some he dodged narrowly. But others—fast, unpredictable, and brutal—struck his shoulders, pierced his leg, or burned across his side. + +A black halberd of flame scraped past his ribs; a twin-bladed scythe caught him in the side. Blood dripped, his body weakening slowly under the relentless weight of the barrage. + +And yet, Max kept fighting. + +He smiled even as his shields cracked under pressure, even as a whip of fire lashed across his back and drove him to one knee. + +The Emperor opposite him did not smile in return—his eyes narrowed, watching Max’s strange lack of aggression with growing suspicion. Why didn’t he hit back? Why weren’t his blades landing? + +"I don’t know what games you are playing but this ends here." He said raising both hands, and the black flames in the arena responded like loyal subjects to a sovereign’s call. The burning fog above churned and twisted violently, spiraling into a vortex of pure, condensed will. + +Max felt the pressure shift—dense, suffocating, regal. + +Then came the silence, so deep it swallowed breath. The man’s voice rang out, low and absolute. "Emperor’s Judgment." + +In that instant, the black crown above the arena pulsed once—and the sky cracked open. + +From that rift descended an endless legion of black flame weapons, countless in number, stretching across the entire dome of the Emperor’s Domain like a curtain of death. + +Spears longer than ships, greatswords glowing with runes, jagged axes, hooked scimitars, curved daggers—all forged from burning black fire—hovered in perfect stillness above Max, covering the heavens like an eclipse. + +The sheer magnitude was terrifying. They floated, suspended, unmoving... yet every single one trembled with power, waiting for a command, thirsting for blood. + +Max looked up, his eyes reflecting the infernal brilliance of the sky. The ground beneath him quaked from the pressure of the hovering arsenal. + +The crowd of weapons cast a monstrous shadow over the arena, turning white tile to darkened ash under its looming weight. + +It wasn’t just an attack—it was a declaration. A final decree of an Emperor to a subject. + +And then the command came. + +The weapons dropped. + +Thousands of black fire constructs plummeted toward Max like a divine rain of destruction, trailing streams of flame behind them. The sky screamed. The air warped. Space bent under their collective fall. + +It was as if the will of an empire itself sought to erase Max from existence, burning everything in its path. + +And yet—Max smiled. + +As the infernal storm of weapons descended upon him, as the very sky cracked and space screamed under the weight of the Emperor’s Judgment, he simply spread his arms wide. + +Black flames billowed behind him, his crown flickering brilliantly atop his head. There was no fear in his eyes. No panic. Only wild, thrilling anticipation. + +His smile stretched wide across his face, madness and acceptance dancing together in his gaze like twin flames. He looked up into the oncoming storm as if greeting an old friend, as if this was the moment he’d been waiting for all along. + +"Come," he whispered, voice full of reverence. "Show me the true weight of an Emperor." + +And then it came. + +The weapons struck—first one, then hundreds, then thousands. A spear tore through his chest. A greatsword slammed into his side. Axes buried into his limbs. Scimitars carved through the air around him, slashing into flesh and bone. + +The entire arena lit up in an eruption of black fire and destruction, engulfing Max’s figure in a world-ending tempest of blades and burning will. + +There was no room to dodge, no path to escape—only acceptance. His body was torn apart piece by piece, each wound a signature of defeat, each blade a lesson in power. And yet that smile never left his face. + +Finally, as the last weapon struck, his form scattered into glowing embers, vanishing silently into the smoky air of the arena. + +The Tower of Resonance dimmed—and Max was gone. The trial had ended. + +The Emperor’s Domain had judged him... and claimed his life. + +Following the overwhelming collapse of flame and steel inside the Tower of Resonance, Max’s figure reappeared outside the tower gates in a ripple of fading black light. + +A soft breeze swept past him as the shimmering digits etched above the gate stabilized—"9%"—quietly glowing for all to see. + +It was a solid number, impressive by normal standards, but far from attention-grabbing. + +Just as Max intended. He glanced up at it, expression neutral, lips curling into the faintest trace of a smile, more amused than proud. + +Without a word, he turned and began walking away, each step light, composed, effortless. + +’That should be enough to keep me under the radar,’ Max mused inwardly, weaving through the soft murmur of whispers from nearby geniuses watching the gate. + +He paid them no mind. His path led straight toward the Crimson Reaper dome—his final destination among the three Supreme Hall Totem Stones. + +This was all calculated. + +He’d already revealed too much during his Flame Tyrant trial. The 99.99% score, the inherited dominance, the raw potential he couldn’t quite hide—it had stirred too many eyes. + +But the Black Sun? That he could veil. Let them think his bloodline, or perhaps his rare class, only gave him an affinity for physical flame-based inheritances. + +That way, if anyone came questioning, he could deflect attention, claim he was uniquely suited for one and merely passable in the others. It was a story that made sense, and more importantly, it gave him breathing room. + +Max had no interest in becoming the target of the Divine Realm’s political monsters before he was ready. + +And so, as he calmly approached the entrance of the Crimson Reaper dome, shoulders relaxed and eyes steady, he played the long game—brilliant enough to be taken seriously, but just restrained enough to be underestimated. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-54.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-54.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ca8303 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-54.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 54: Golems and Runes" +slug: "ch-54" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 54 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1215 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max trained the Magic Bullets Skill to level 15 in six hours, and he still had around another two hours before the sun would rise. + +’I should check out all the books and other things I obtained from the hidden chamber of the Burning Wild dungeon,’ Max decided. He had been wanting to examine those items for a long time, but he had been so busy over the past few days that he couldn’t. + +Taking everything out, Max noticed a collection of books about runes, mana paths, mana structures, and similar topics. However, his immediate attention was drawn to the hexagonal token with a black lotus flower engraved on it and the diary. + +He picked up the diary and flipped open its first page. + +"The possession of this diary belongs to Daniel Winchester, and if you are reading this, then you are my soon-to-be student." + +"Huh?" Max chuckled at the first line of the diary and continued reading. + +"This diary contains my lifetime research on runes, mana paths, mana structures, and more. But these are just minor aspects I delved into as part of my quest to understand how a golem works. I am very fascinated by golems, which is why I came to the Burning Wild dungeon to study the lava rock golems found here. + +"After studying them, I became mesmerized by their mechanisms. Every rune, every mana path, and every mana structure was so organized, detailed, and complex that it took me decades to comprehend them." + +"However, after finally understanding everything, I came to a conclusion: these golems, though seemingly functioning entirely through these mana structures and runes, were, in fact, controlled by the core they possessed." + +"I noticed that the cores of these golems were very different from the cores of any other monsters in this world. Monster cores typically store life force, but for golems, this was not the case." + +"They didn’t require life force. Instead, the cores of the golems contained intricately designed rune markings, not on their outer surface but inside their core. I tried to replicate these rune markings on other cores but failed repeatedly, even after years of effort." + +"Undeterred, I took a different approach. Instead of trying to inscribe runes on the inner surface of the core, I decided to draw the rune markings on the outer surface. And this time, I succeeded." + +"I then attempted to construct a lava rock golem using this core, and it was a success—except for one major flaw. The golem couldn’t move. No matter what I tried, it remained immobile, like a mere statue." + +"I couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong, but I realized I needed more knowledge about golems and their cores. So, I decided to leave the Burning Wild dungeon and search for another dungeon with more advanced golems to further my research." + +"I will leave behind one of my skills for my student. Although the skill is flawed, I believe that as my student, you can make it complete." + +With those words, the first few pages of the diary came to an end. + +"So he was trying to create a golem," Max mused. He had heard of some research facilities and guilds attempting similar experiments, but successful cases were rare. + +He flipped through the remaining pages, which were filled with diagrams of runes and mana structures, along with detailed explanations and rough sketches of a golem. "The rest of the diary seems to focus on golem creation," he concluded, putting the diary aside. + +"I still have almost two years left. Let’s go through the other items before diving into the diary," Max muttered and began reading the book on runes. + +After finishing it, he moved on to the books on mana paths and mana structures, completing them within a year and a half. + +"Runes are incredible. I should learn how to draw them," Max muttered. He had become fascinated by runes, and a sudden interest in mastering them arose within him. + +Moreover, he needed rune stones for the Dragon Scales technique anyway. Learning about runes would at least help him understand what made the rune stones so special. + +"However, mana paths and mana structures are incredibly complex. It’s like hundreds of runes interconnected to form a mana path, and then hundreds of mana paths interlinked to create a mana structure," Max muttered, feeling overwhelmed. "I need to devote more time to understanding mana paths and mana structures," he decided. + +He then turned his attention to the hexagonal token with the black lotus flower. "What is this token for?" he wondered, inspecting it for a moment before setting it aside as well. + +"The diary didn’t mention how to complete the skill," Max sighed. + +Looking at the time, he noticed the sun was about to rise. "Let’s take a bath before heading to the Phoenix Order guild," he decided, standing up to prepare for a bath. + +--- + +Max ate a meal of delicacies—cheese pizza and two double bread burgers—at a restaurant, seated peacefully in a corner. + +While eating, he used his Three-Dimensional Body skill to observe everyone in the restaurant and noticed that many seemed to be there for the same reason as him: joining the Phoenix Order guild. + +"Have you heard what the recruitment test is all about?" + +A conversation between a young man and a woman caught his attention. They appeared to be around 18 or 19 years old, making Max suspect they were participants like him. + +"The recruitment test is always the same every year. There are two tests. The first tests your affinity to fire, but don’t worry—this one’s optional. The second test is the most important. In it, we’ll need to kill monsters. The more monsters we kill, the better our chances of passing." + +"We need to kill monsters? So it’s true that people die during the test." + +’Interesting,’ Max mused, finding the information useful. ’It’s a perfect way to test a hunter since a guild would naturally want to know if its members can kill monsters.’ + +He ate his food, pondering how much of his strength he should reveal. With his full power, Max believed he could defeat some Apprentice Rank monsters. However, he was careful not to reveal too much strength, as it might draw unwanted attention instead of helping him join the Phoenix Order. + +’I’ll decide after seeing how the fights are arranged,’ Max thought, finishing his meal. + +After paying for his food, Max left the restaurant and headed straight for the Old Lake.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +’There are still three hours left, but there’s no harm in arriving early,’ Max thought, speeding toward his destination on his hoverboard. + +Some time later, he arrived at the Old Lake, where the Phoenix Order branch was located. The area was packed with people. + +’Why are there so many people everywhere?’ Max sighed, putting away his hoverboard as he slipped through the crowd, heading to the front. + +Arriving at the from, he noticed a huge line everyone was waiting for something. + +’They are waiting for the test to start.’ Max thought and waited like everyone else. + +Time passed and three hours later, a middle aged man followed by many other man and women and could be seen coming towards them. + +"It starting." Max muttered seeing them. He had waited for this moment for a long time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-540.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-540.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c0f8b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-540.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 540: Finish Comprehending" +slug: "ch-540" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 540 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"He got 9% this time... was it the Black Sun inheritance?" a young genius muttered, eyes fixed on the fading glow above the Tower of Resonance gate. + +"I think so too," another chimed in, nodding thoughtfully. "He fully comprehended the Flame Tyrant totem to perfection—maybe because he had some affinity with it, like a class or bloodline synergy. But for the other inheritances, he seems more... above average, not monstrous." + +"Yeah," a third added, adjusting the badge on his chest. "Maybe that freakish bloodline of his is what helped him master the Flame Tyrant inheritance. Don’t forget—he suppressed those Grimes Family goons like it was nothing. That wasn’t just power. That was bloodline superiority." + +"Still," someone else pointed out, crossing their arms, "9% in one week isn’t something to scoff at either. It’s well above the average pace. For any normal elite genius, that’s an incredible start." + +Their voices wove together, forming a small echo of speculation, curiosity, and begrudging admiration. They clustered in loose circles near the Tower’s edge, their gazes flitting between the number still faintly lingering above the gate and the distant figure of Max Morgan as he walked away, unhurried and unreadable. + +In their eyes, a new understanding was settling in—Max wasn’t some unstoppable monster who dominated every inheritance with ease. + +He was a gifted outlier in one and promising in others. Someone worth watching, but perhaps not fearing... not yet. And as that idea rooted itself in their minds, the tension around Max’s name seemed to subtly ease. + +Exactly as he wanted. + +"Interesting..." Jason smiled lightly seeing Max’s performance this time, his face unreadable. + +***𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Meanwhile, inside the Crimson Reaper dome, Max stepped into a quiet stillness unlike the others he had entered before. The hall was subdued, almost solemn, and far less crowded than the previous domes. + +Only a handful of geniuses sat in meditation before the black stone totem that pulsed with a dark crimson light. + +Max instantly understood why. The Crimson Reaper inheritance wasn’t just about comprehension—it demanded something specific. One had to possess the innate ability or a skill to generate a forcefield, a defensive trait most geniuses never prioritized. Without it, this inheritance was nearly impossible to absorb. + +’I wonder what sort of abilities I’ll gain from this,’ Max thought, eyes narrowing with curiosity as he took a seat at the very front of the dome, his gaze fixed on the swirling, blood-colored lines etched into the stone. + +From that moment on, time melted away. He slipped between reality and the Dimension of Time, his consciousness diving in and out, studying the strange structures, layers, and interactions within the crimson inheritance. + +At first, it was difficult. The totem didn’t reveal its secrets easily. But Max was patient, methodical. He observed the stone’s patterns externally, then mirrored them internally—again and again—until the unfamiliar began to make sense. + +Five days passed like that. + +And finally, it all clicked. + +"I see," Max muttered, his voice low and steady, a subtle smile spreading across his lips. "So the Crimson Reaper inheritance is both an attack and utility-based art... It all depends on how I shape the forcefield—whether it’s to isolate, defend, entrap, or destroy." + +His gaze shifted inward, and there, within the flourishing Chaos Tree deep in his inner world, a fourth leaf had sprouted from the flame concept branch. This one pulsed with dark crimson light, jagged lines crisscrossing its surface, perfectly mimicking the markings of the totem. + +This new leaf resonated with a chilling energy—cold, precise, and merciless. Max could feel its power humming through him, offering him new means of control. + +This wasn’t like Flame Tyrant, a storm of fire and might, nor like Black Sun, a domain of emperor’s will. The Crimson Reaper was subtle, manipulative, able to warp space through forcefield layers and create traps of pure conceptual law. Max didn’t just understand it now—he could feel it stitched into his very essence. + +With a slow breath, he opened his eyes, the glow of comprehension still lingering within them. The dome’s crimson light reflected off his pupils, and the air around him subtly warped—distorted by the faint shimmer of a forcefield forming and fading in response to his thoughts. + +Another inheritance mastered. Another step forward. + +’I think a technique, when combined with a concept, gives rise to an inheritance... but how exactly do they merge?’ Max wondered as he slowly walked out of the Crimson Reaper dome, his mind swirling with everything he had absorbed over the past few weeks. + +Having now fully grasped the Flame Tyrant, Black Sun, and Crimson Reaper inheritances, a new realization struck him with startling clarity. Each of those inheritances, while cloaked in mystical aura and profound complexity, at their core, were structured techniques—refined, specialized methods passed down and polished through countless generations. + +But what made them more than mere techniques was how they were forged together with deep-seated concepts. + +The Flame Tyrant was built atop the Concept of Flames. The Black Sun, upon power and control. The Crimson Reaper, anchored to the manipulation of forcefields. Though all of them were connected with Concept of Flames. + +And it was through the seamless fusion of these raw concepts with unique techniques that they birthed something greater—something worthy of being called an inheritance. + +"I think in the Middle Domain..." Max murmured aloud, eyes thoughtful, "techniques will probably be everywhere—like skills in the Power Domain, widespread and available in large numbers. But inheritances... they’ll be the game changers. The rare ones. The secrets hidden away in guild vaults, family legacies, and divine ruins. Things that ordinary experts wouldn’t even dare to dream of finding." + +This understanding excited him, yet at the same time, made him more cautious. Inheritances weren’t just treasures—they were legacy-level weapons of growth and supremacy, and anyone who held even one of them was destined to stand above others. + +Max now had three such inheritances etched into his Chaos Tree, each one strengthening the flame concept branch in ways that went beyond his earlier comprehension. + +2 + +He knew that once he entered the Middle Domain, this difference would show—and it would attract both reverence and danger. But for now, he felt a subtle satisfaction, having peeled back yet another layer of the world’s secrets. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-541.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-541.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56976db --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-541.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 541: Chaos Tree wants quality food" +slug: "ch-541" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 541 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1005 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After leaving the Crimson Reaper dome, Max felt a strange curiosity tugging at him. Until now, he had only explored the supreme inheritances—those guarded by the most formidable totems, carved and left behind by ancient Masters. + +But what about the lower-tier ones? What about the Profound Hall domes, the ones where most average geniuses headed? Perhaps there were unique traits hidden even in the less exalted legacies. With that thought, he decided to investigate. + +He entered one of the Profound Hall totem domes, selected a quiet spot near the front, and began comprehending the inheritance left behind. It didn’t take long. Compared to the overwhelming intricacy of the Supreme Hall totems, the Profound Hall inheritance was much simpler, more direct. He stood up after fully understanding the totem, then instinctively checked inside himself. + +But the Chaos Tree remained unchanged. + +No reaction. No new leaf. Not even a ripple of energy. + +Max frowned. That was strange. He had copied three much higher-level inheritances without difficulty—Flame Tyrant, Black Sun, and Crimson Reaper. So why didn’t this one register? + +With his brow furrowed in deep thought, Max went to another Profound Hall dome and repeated the same process. Once again, he completed the comprehension easily, but when he looked within—nothing. No response from the Chaos Tree at all. + +This time, Max was truly stunned. ’Why?’ he questioned inwardly. ’What’s the difference? It’s still an inheritance, isn’t it? Then why didn’t it get registered?’ + +Refusing to accept it without proof, Max dove into a spree of comprehension. He moved from one Profound Hall totem dome to another, meticulously understanding and mastering the inheritances they offered. He chose totems based on elemental alignment, application styles, even rare niche techniques. One after another, he finished them with efficiency and clarity. + +And yet, not a single one of them registered into his Chaos Tree. + +Max stood silently outside the last dome, his expression unreadable. For the first time, he began to grasp a new layer of mystery behind the Chaos Tree. + +It wasn’t just a devouring machine that absorbed any and every inheritance. No... it had a will, or perhaps a selective mechanism—a standard. A threshold. It only recognized inheritances of a certain level. Anything beneath that threshold... was simply not worthy of being absorbed. + +"This tree... doesn’t want quantity," Max muttered, his voice low, almost reverent. "It only seeks quality." + +With that understanding settling firmly in his heart, Max finally felt a sense of peace regarding the strange behavior of the Chaos Tree. There was no flaw, no shortcoming—only purpose. + +The Chaos Tree was not meant to be cluttered with common legacies; it sought only the refined, the powerful, the extraordinary. Now, he understood that its silence in the face of the Profound Hall inheritances wasn’t a failure—it was a judgment. And now that he knew, he could act with clarity. + +’When I reach the Middle Domain... I’ll hunt for lightning and space-based inheritances,’ Max thought, his gaze distant and resolute. He had already mastered powerful flame-based legacies, but his other two primary concepts—lightning and space—remained untouched in the realm of inheritance. + +And he knew, deep down, that true mastery of those elements would expand his strength in ways he couldn’t yet imagine. The Chaos Tree was ready for them. He just had to feed it the right seeds. + +As for his sword concept—Max’s expression grew even more thoughtful. Among all the concepts he wielded, none felt quite as sharp, as absolute, as the Concept of Severing Sword. It was violent in its simplicity, elegant in its brutality. A single stroke, a single intention—to cut. Not just flesh, but reality itself. Space, time, energy, fate. + +There was a sense of finality in it that none of his other concepts could match. And perhaps, because of that very nature, Max understood something else: he wasn’t ready. + +’If I rush to bind an inheritance to it now... I might limit its true form,’ Max thought carefully. The Concept of Severing Sword felt like a primordial edge, one that needed to be understood in its purest state before it was ever tied to anything external. + +Otherwise, any attempt to evolve it might taint or narrow its potential. For now, he needed to comprehend it more—observe how it interacted with other forces, how it sliced through domains, constructs, and even laws.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +With this realization, Max’s path forward became clearer than ever. He would continue honing what he had, seek out powerful inheritances when the time was right, and approach his sword concept with the reverence it deserved. + +The Chaos Tree within him would grow—not with abundance, but with distinction. Only the strongest leaves would bloom. + +Max walked with quiet steps toward the grand exit of the Comprehension Hall. The place behind him buzzed with the presence of hundreds of geniuses, each lost in their own struggles to grasp power, but Max was done. + +He had comprehended what he came for—Flame Tyrant, Black Sun, and Crimson Reaper—and his Chaos Tree now bore the fruits of those legacies. Staying longer to explore lesser inheritances was pointless. His path was different, his requirements rarer. The Profound Hall’s offerings, while treasured by many, could no longer add value to him. + +Just as his hand touched the carved stone arch of the exit, a familiar voice called out behind him. + +"Leaving so early?" came Jason’s light-hearted tone, followed closely by the sound of another pair of footsteps. It was Lucia—though this time, Max immediately noticed the shift in her demeanor. The wild, arrogant fury was gone. She looked composed, calculating... and surprisingly calm. + +Max turned halfway, letting his gaze flicker to Jason before landing briefly on Lucia. "I’m not suited for the other inheritances here," he replied plainly. "My time’s better spent elsewhere than chasing something that won’t resonate with me." + +Then, his gaze returned to Lucia, a hint of curiosity behind his calm voice. "I heard she wants to comprehend all the inheritances of the Black Dragon Palace. Did she already master them?" He wanted to know her progress. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-542.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-542.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c2cb300 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-542.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 542: Mysterious Nine Dragons Painting" +slug: "ch-542" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 542 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lucia raised her head slowly, meeting his eyes without the earlier hostility. Her tone was measured and refined, her fury buried beneath a veil of poise. "I’ve grasped the basics of the three Supreme Hall inheritances," she answered with precision. "That’s all I need for now. I’ll finish the rest later when the time is right." + +Max gave a small nod, expression unreadable. He could imagine the immense resources someone like her had access to back in the Divine Realm—private trials, origin totems, bloodline-enhancing pools, and more. It made sense. She didn’t need to master anything in this mortal realm. + +For someone like Lucia Grimes, this place was a stepping stone at best, a playground for training before the true inheritance refinement began under the careful guidance of her clan. + +’Now I don’t think my Chaos Tree is a cheat anymore,’ Max thought to himself, his lips curving into a faint smile. After all, it wasn’t just the ability to copy inheritances that defined power—it was how one grew from them, how one wielded them in the heat of battle. + +The Chaos Tree didn’t give him strength for free; it merely helped him grow in directions others could not. A seed still had to be nurtured. He had earned every leaf with effort, pain, and time. + +Just then, a calm yet piercing voice interrupted his thoughts. + +"I will defeat you in the Nine Dragons Painting," Lucia said suddenly. Her words were sharp, confident, her eyes brimming with a cold clarity that wasn’t there before. + +Max turned to look at her, blinking once before smiling lightly. "You should know only the inheritances of the Black Dragon Palace are allowed in the painting. And I’ve already mastered one to perfection. What gives you the confidence to think you can beat me there?" + +Lucia didn’t flinch. She merely smiled back, a quiet storm swirling behind her gaze. "My confidence doesn’t come from mastering one inheritance," she said slowly, her voice as smooth as flowing fire. "It comes from mastering many. I’ve already learned most of the core inheritances available in the Divine Realm. My path wasn’t limited to just what this city could offer—I was raised to comprehend more, to grasp deeper. That’s why I know... even here, even against you, I can stand above." + +’She’ll be a monster inside the Nine Dragons Painting,’ he thought to himself. ’And I... I’ll have to go even further if I want to keep up.’ + +Max nodded slowly, her words still echoing in his mind. They did make sense—painfully so. Unlike him, who had only just begun to understand the deeper powers of the Black Dragon Palace, Lucia had clearly been raised in an environment where such inheritances were readily available, nurtured, and refined. + +She hadn’t just comprehended more inheritances; she had mastered stronger, more ancient legacies—some perhaps known only to the highest echelons of the Divine Realm. Her confidence wasn’t the result of arrogance, but of absolute preparedness. + +The Nine Dragons Painting was a place where one’s comprehension, control, and creativity over their inheritances would be tested to the limit. With her experience and depth, it was only natural her performance would be near the very peak. + +"What’s the highest floor you’ve reached in the Nine Dragons Painting?" Max asked out of genuine curiosity. "I believe this test is common even in the Divine Realm, right?" + +Lucia nodded calmly, a proud glint passing through her usually composed gaze. "It is indeed conducted even in the Divine Realm," she said, her voice soft but steady. "And I have reached the Seventh Floor." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly at that. The Seventh Floor. That was the benchmark, the domain where even geniuses from the Divine Realm began to fall short. He had heard the Lady Virelia say that reaching the fourth floor meant passing, the fifth earned recognition, the sixth was the realm of geniuses, and the seventh... the seventh was a place where true prodigies, unmatched in their generation, made their mark. + +And Lucia Grimes had already reached it. + +’This is the level I’ll be competing against...’ Max thought silently, a flicker of excitement blooming beneath his skin. ’Good.’ + +"Has there anyone who have reached 8th and 9th floor?" Max asked curiously. + +"There have been a few in history who reached the eighth floor," Lucia said after a brief pause, her tone distant, as though recalling legends whispered behind closed doors. "But the ninth floor... that remains untouched. Since the creation of the Nine Dragons Painting, no one—Divine Realm or otherwise—has ever stepped into it." + +Max’s brows lifted slightly, genuine surprise flickering across his face. He had heard Lady Virelia speak of the ninth floor like a myth, a legend that danced on the edges of reality, but to hear it again from Lucia—someone born and raised within the highest echelons of the Divine Realm—only deepened the weight of it. + +"Hmm," he murmured, digesting the information. His gaze turned thoughtful, contemplative. The Nine Dragons Painting wasn’t just a trial—it was a legacy. A divine construct so profound that even the greatest geniuses of the Divine Realm, those who stood atop heaven’s peak, couldn’t conquer its final floor. + +’It seems the Nine Dragons Painting is far more special than I thought,’ Max reflected silently, his gaze fixed on the sky above as if trying to peer into that elusive ninth floor. He didn’t underestimate the Divine Realm—he respected its depth and its monstrous talents. + +The fact that none of them had ever entered the ninth floor didn’t diminish their ability. Instead, it elevated the trial itself. The true mystery, he now realized, wasn’t the power of the competitors, but the unfathomable threshold of the Painting’s final floor. And that made Max more intrigued than ever. + +"Let’s go and see who defeats who," Max said with a calm smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he stepped out of the Comprehension Hall. + +Jason chuckled behind him, casually falling into step with the same carefree grin he always wore. Lucia followed, her pace measured and quiet, but her eyes, sharp and unwavering, were locked on Max’s back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-543.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-543.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a25739 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-543.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 543: Arena" +slug: "ch-543" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 543 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1307 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Outside the hall, the plaza was bustling. Numerous instructors stood around, speaking in hushed but firm tones as they guided their chosen geniuses. Some explained key insights on inheritance comprehension; others corrected flawed understandings with sharp precision. + +The air was thick with tension, focus, and faint excitement—every genius was being polished in preparation for the final trial. + +Max scanned the crowd and soon spotted Lady Virelia, her tall figure standing calmly under the shade of a carved obsidian pillar, speaking to another instructor. + +Without wasting time, Max made his way to her. + +She turned as he approached, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. "How much have you comprehended?" she asked in a neutral tone, folding her arms, expecting a decent answer—but nothing extraordinary. + +Max paused for a moment, weighing whether to fully reveal his progress. After a breath, he said, "I’ve managed to completely master the Flame Tyrant inheritance." + +Lady Virelia blinked, a rare frown touching her lips. "Completely?" she echoed, clearly skeptical. "You do realize the Flame Tyrant inheritance is one of the most difficult to fully master, even in the Divine Realm? Even among geniuses there, a decade of training wouldn’t guarantee perfection." + +Max said nothing. Instead, he let the aura speak. + +Whoosh! + +A ripple of scorching, tyrannical heat exploded from his body for a single instant—subtle, controlled, but undeniably powerful. It surged out like a dragon’s breath before vanishing just as quickly. + +But that moment was enough. The ground beneath his feet didn’t crack, the wind didn’t scream—but Lady Virelia’s pupils constricted like she’d just seen a ghost. + +"You..." she stared at him, visibly shaken. The aura she had just felt wasn’t the clumsy projection of a genius who had merely grasped the surface. It was pure, refined, absolute. + +It was the perfection of Flame Tyrant—where the body, soul, and concept were in harmony. Her expression, though quickly masked, betrayed a rare moment of disbelief. + +Max only smiled faintly, as if it were no big deal and it truly wasn’t for he had mastered three inheritances to perfection not one that he just showed. + +"Good," Lady Virelia said, quickly composing herself after the shock of Max’s aura. Her sharp eyes steadied once more as she nodded slowly, her tone shifting to one of calm analysis. "It seems that the Flame Tyrant inheritance was created just for you. That level of compatibility—it must be due to your class and the unique variety of bloodline you possess. It’s rare... exceptionally rare," she added, almost speaking to herself as much as to Max, as if mentally piecing together a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. + +Then, turning her full attention back to him, she gave a slight smile, one of quiet recognition. "You have a good chance of entering the sixth floor of the Nine Dragons Painting. Perhaps even the seventh," she said seriously, a note of encouragement in her voice. "The rewards grow exponentially the higher you reach. The sixth floor already places you among the top geniuses of the Mortal Realm, but the seventh... That’s the threshold where the Divine Realm starts to take notice." + +Max nodded without hesitation. "That’s the plan," he said, his voice calm but filled with purpose. "I want to try the Nine Dragons Painting now." His gaze sharpened slightly. + +This was the final piece, the last trial that stood between him and the completion of the True Inheritance. And once it was done, once he walked out of it, he could finally return to his world—not as a seeker, but as someone who had stepped into the realm of legends. + +"Let’s go. I will take you to the Nine Dragons Painting," Lady Virelia said with a soft smile, her tone containing a trace of anticipation as she turned and began walking. Max followed closely, his senses automatically spreading out through his Three Dimensional Body, and he noticed that both Jason and Lucia had vanished from his awareness. + +Either they had gone ahead or left the area entirely. Still, he didn’t pay it much mind—his focus now was on the final trial. + +The path they walked was quiet, passing through high archways and engraved stone corridors, until finally, after a few minutes, they arrived at an enormous arena. + +The structure before him was vast, oval in shape, and buzzing with life. Dozens upon dozens of experts and instructors sat in the elevated stands surrounding the battle stage, murmuring amongst themselves, their auras barely restrained. + +The main stage itself was broad, open, and marked with ancient lines that seemed to pulse faintly beneath the stone. But what truly drew Max’s attention was what lay at the far end of the arena—a long, ancient wall that stretched from one edge to the other, and upon that wall was a painting. + +No, it wasn’t clear if it was a painting at all—it looked too alive, too unreal. + +Nine dragons of varying shapes, colors, and sizes writhed and moved as if breathing within the canvas, their bodies weaving in and out of the depicted clouds and mountains. + +One of them had golden scales that shimmered like sunlight, another was wreathed in shadowy flames, and yet another had a crystalline body that reflected light like mirrors. + +Each dragon carried an aura of majesty and dread. + +Max’s eyes sharpened as he observed it, understanding instantly why this trial was named after it. The Nine Dragons weren’t just art—they were alive in some way, part of something far older and more powerful than anyone could explain. + +’It’s majestic!’ Max thought. + +This was no mere test. This was the domain of dragons, and he was about to step into their world. + +"Let’s go to the front," Lady Virelia said, her voice steady as she led Max further down the stone steps of the arena. They moved past instructors and geniuses, through the murmurs and curious gazes, and finally arrived at the very base of the towering wall that bore the Nine Dragons Painting. + +The moment Max stepped within twenty feet of it, his entire body froze. His breath caught in his throat. A pressure descended—no, it wasn’t just pressure. It was majesty. It was reverence. It was divinity itself. + +The aura that poured out from the painting wasn’t something worldly. It was ancient, primal, and awe-inspiring. The kind of aura that didn’t just graze one’s skin, it pierced through the soul. + +Max’s knees nearly buckled under the weight of it, a subtle tremble running through his legs as he instinctively clenched his fists to resist the urge to kneel. For a moment, his instincts screamed at him to bow, to drop to the ground and worship the wall—not because of fear, but because something in that painting deserved it. + +Something far beyond human comprehension. + +He lifted his gaze again, and the dragons... they moved. Not like illusions, not like some magical trick—they lived. Each eye, each twist of their bodies, each breath inside that painting carried a weight that said: We are watching you. + +But then, Max blinked, forcing himself to glance to the side. No one else was reacting the same way. Around him, the other geniuses remained calm and composed. Lady Virelia stood tall, serene, unaffected. Not a single person seemed disturbed by the overwhelming aura he felt. It was as if they couldn’t sense it at all. + +Just to be sure he used his Three Dimensional Body allowing him to get a deeper sense of everything in his immediate surroundings. + +As he glanced around the arena, he could feel the atmosphere shift. He carefully observed the other geniuses and instructors, noting their composed expressions and calm postures. + +Not one of them appeared affected by the overwhelming aura emanating from the Nine Dragons Painting. They stood before the painting as if it were no more than a simple work of art, their breaths even, their focus unwavering. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-544.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-544.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..986ea17 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-544.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 544: True Dragon?" +slug: "ch-544" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 544 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1265 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Only I can sense the divine godly aura from the painting?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing. For a moment, his heart beat faster with both fear and awe. Was there truly a real dragon—no, a _god_—sealed within this painting? Or perhaps the painting wasn’t a seal, but a window. A passage. + +In contrast, Max felt the pressure of the aura almost crushing him. It wasn’t just the painting’s majesty; it was something deeper, something more primal. The energy radiating from it was not merely visual—it felt alive, divine, terrifying in its vastness. + +It was as if the dragons themselves were watching him, their eyes piercing through the very fabric of the painting. His instincts screamed that there was more to this than mere artistry. + +"What happened to you? Why are you sweating so hard?" Lady Virelia’s voice cut through the haze of pressure swirling in Max’s mind. Her tone was calm, but there was a trace of concern layered beneath it. + +Max blinked, snapping out of the trance-like awe that had gripped him. He reached up and touched his forehead. His hand came away wet—slick with sweat. + +Only then did he notice the slight tremble in his shoulders, the rapid thrum of his heart pounding against his chest like a war drum. He forced himself to breathe slowly, steadying the chaos inside him. + +"I’m sweating?" he said with feigned surprise, glancing down at his damp palms. Then, without missing a beat, he added casually, "Ah... it must be the side effects of my class. I’ve been using one of my abilities non-stop for almost ten days straight during my comprehension phase. Didn’t give my body any rest. Maybe it’s finally catching up to me." + +His voice was calm, a practiced ease flowing through his words as he wove the excuse without a flicker of hesitation. + +He couldn’t let her—or anyone—connect his reaction to the Nine Dragons Painting. If anyone found out that he alone could feel something divine from the painting, it would draw too many eyes, the wrong kinds of attention. + +It wasn’t the right time to reveal something so abnormal, so... dangerous. Better to let them believe it was just fatigue from overuse of his class. A temporary exhaustion. Harmless. + +Lady Virelia studied him for a second longer, then nodded slowly. "I see. That makes sense. You’ve been pushing yourself quite hard lately. Be careful—our classes may grant us power, but they aren’t without consequences if abused." + +"I’ll keep that in mind," Max said with a polite nod, quickly wiping the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his robe. Inside, however, his thoughts remained sharp and focused. + +’That painting... it’s not normal. There’s something alive in it. I am sure of it.’ He cast one more subtle glance at the nine dragons dancing across the canvas, then turned his gaze away, playing the part of a calm, unaffected genius. No more mistakes. Not here. Not yet. + +As he processed this, Max once again realized that he was the only one in the entire arena who could feel it. The realization hit him hard, and his mind quickly pieced everything together. "It’s my bloodline," he thought, the answer becoming clearer with every passing moment. + +He had known his bloodline was exceptional, but this—this was a whole different level. The divine energy that radiated from the painting was something that only a select few could sense, and he was among them. + +The other geniuses, despite their impressive talents and powerful inheritances, were too distant from the divine to register such profound auras including the instructors present here. + +Max’s bloodline, his connection to the Black Dragon Chaos Bloodline, was far superior to theirs, allowing him to sense this godly aura with clarity. + +The others? They were simply too far removed, their bloodlines not pure enough to perceive the level of power in the air. + +’Everyone else here... they can’t feel it,’ Max mused, his eyes narrowing slightly. ’It’s all about the bloodline. I’m simply on a different level.’ + +With this thought, he stood a little taller, more aware of the subtle power coursing through him. The Black Dragon Palace’s connection to bloodlines ran deeper than anyone could comprehend. + +"Oh Max, you are under Aunt Virelia... Nice, nice." Just then a nonchalant voice reached Max. He turned to see Jason arriving in front him. + +"Aunt Virelia, you sure picked up a monster down here." Jason said smiling. + +Lady Virelia looked at Jason and her expression changed a little. "Is your sister done?" + +"She is one persistent, stubborn, arrogant prick of a sister so i don’t think she would be done that easily." Jason said casually and signaled to Max. "Though I have to give it to Max for igniting her sense of competitiveness. And because of it, she is going to try the Nine Dragons Painting." + +Lady Virelia frowned and turned to look at Max who shrugged and then at Jason. "What happened between them?" + +Jason let out an exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand through his tousled hair like a man weighed down by the burden of retelling a saga too heavy for mere words. + +"It’s a very long story," he said dramatically, pausing as if summoning the will to relive it. Then, with a rueful smile and a shrug, he continued, "To keep it short—Lucia tried to do what she always does: suppress everyone around her with that oh-so-proud Grimes bloodline of hers. She radiated her aura, expecting Max to bow or flinch or at least acknowledge it like the rest of the world does. But our dear Max..." + +He grinned, clapping Max lightly on the shoulder, "...stood there like it was a breeze on a sunny day. Didn’t even blink. Just strolled past her and sat down right next to her, like she was some background ornament." + +Lady Virelia blinked at that, visibly surprised. "He resisted her bloodline pressure?" + +"Not just resisted," Jason chuckled. "Ignored it. Which for Lucia, let me tell you, is worse than open defiance. But it doesn’t end there." + +He leaned in, clearly enjoying every word of the tale. "Four days. That’s all Max needed to completely master the Flame Tyrant Inheritance. Four. Lucia’s been studying that thing for years and still hasn’t perfected it." + +Lady Virelia’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of disbelief flashing through her composed expression. Four days was a too short time to understand anything let alone perfectly mastering an inheritance. + +"And after all that," Jason continued, "Max came out of the Tower of Resonance with a perfect 99.99% comprehension. Right in front of her. Then he stood there, looked her dead in the eyes and said—" he deepened his voice in mock imitation, "’Now apologize to me.’" + +He broke into laughter, shaking his head. "Lucia nearly imploded on the spot. The frost in her aura could’ve frozen a star." + +Max simply crossed his arms, offering a quiet, amused glance. "She needed it," he said flatly.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +Jason nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she did. But ever since then, she’s been locked away in the domes trying to perfect her comprehension. And now? She’s entering the Nine Dragons Painting. Because of him." He pointed at Max. + +Lady Virelia exhaled, looking at Max with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "You’ve stirred a storm, whether you meant to or not. She is the most stubborn girl I have ever seen. Someone said to her that she couldn’t possibly learn all the inheritances of the Black Dragon Palace and guess what? She took it to heart and I guess you know the rest." + +Jason shrugged. "That’s what monsters do." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-545.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-545.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..486dae8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-545.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 545: Three Supreme Masters" +slug: "ch-545" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 545 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1383 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What?!" Max couldn’t hide his shock as Lady Virelia casually explained the reason behind Lucia’s obsessive pursuit of every major inheritance of the Black Dragon Palace. + +Just because someone—some elder, mentor, or perhaps even a peer—had once said she couldn’t possibly comprehend them all, she had taken those words to heart and decided to do exactly that, all to prove them wrong. + +It was absurd. It was childish. And yet it was completely her. + +"Who does something like that?" Max muttered to himself. He shook his head in disbelief, his mind racing with thoughts. + +She wasn’t doing it to gain power, enlightenment, or even prestige—no, her motivation was to silence a few doubters. In Max’s eyes, that kind of stubbornness wasn’t ambition, it was obsession rooted in pride. A dangerous kind of pride. + +"She’s too stubborn," Max said under his breath, not hiding the judgment in his tone. + +Jason only laughed in response, not denying it. "That’s her charm. Or her curse, depending on who you ask." + +"Anyway," Jason added with a grin, "she’ll be trying the Nine Dragons Painting any moment now." + +At that, all three of them turned to look at the towering mural. Max’s sharp eyes immediately caught the faint glow emanating from the painting. It began softly, like a rising heartbeat, and then gradually intensified—the ethereal shimmer of divine energy spreading through the entire canvas. The dragons depicted in the painting seemed to stir slightly, their ancient eyes gleaming with a sense of sentience. + +"She’s going in," Lady Virelia confirmed, her voice calm but laced with subtle intrigue. + +"At a time, only nine geniuses can enter the Nine Dragons Painting," she added, turning to Max. "So... when do you plan to enter?" + +Max’s eyes remained on the glowing painting. His expression was thoughtful, patient. "I’ll enter during the second phase," he said calmly. "I want to see how far she goes. If she can reach the eighth floor, I want to see it with my own eyes." + +Lady Virelia nodded in understanding. Jason, as usual, grinned. "Ooooh, someone’s curious." + +But Max remained silent. He simply stared at the painting, waiting. + +Just then, the surface of the Nine Dragons Painting shimmered as nine glowing dots slowly emerged across its lower portion—each one representing a genius who had entered the painting and stepped onto the first floor. + +Though no one could actually witness the battles occurring within, nor the trials each participant faced in that divine space, these luminous dots were the only visible markers for the observers outside. + +Yet, they were far from meaningless. The dots pulsed with the unique aura of each individual, radiating a faint, recognizable resonance that allowed those familiar with them to easily distinguish who was who. + +Every dot carried the essence of the genius it represented—the sharp, aggressive pressure of someone wielding a flame-based inheritance, the calm, flowing energy of someone rooted in spatial techniques, the heavy stillness of one trained in law-based suppression. It was subtle but undeniable. + +Observers and instructors alike watched the painting with rapt attention, identifying the geniuses and silently evaluating their progress. The dots remained still for a moment—anchored to the first segment of the painting—then suddenly, one of them moved. Just slightly. Then another. Each ascension to the second floor of the painting was marked by that shift, subtle yet clear. + +A soft murmur rippled through the crowd as the atmosphere turned more focused. From here on, every movement—every shift upward—would mean someone had overcome a portion of the painting’s ancient trial, ascending to higher floors. + +"Oh, she just entered," Jason said, narrowing his eyes as he sensed Lucia’s aura from one of the nine glowing dots that had just appeared inside the Nine Dragons Painting. + +Max also tried to sense her, and while he did catch faint traces of her energy signature, the divine aura emitted by the painting itself made it difficult to pinpoint which dot belonged to her precisely. The overwhelming, godlike presence woven into the canvas disrupted his perception. + +As Max observed the painting, he suddenly asked, "I’m curious... what exactly do we fight inside the Nine Dragons Painting?" + +Lady Virelia glanced at the glowing mural, then calmly explained, "The first three floors test your comprehension of the inheritances you’ve learned. They’ll challenge your understanding and force you to apply the concepts practically. The next three floors shift in purpose—they test your endurance, pushing your body, energy, and mind to the limit. It’s a war of attrition." + +She paused slightly before her tone became heavier. "But the final three... they are the true test. At those heights, the difficulty becomes unimaginable. You face none other than the Three Supreme Masters of the Black Dragon Palace—the creators of palace itself, and remnants of their strength, their will, were sealed into the painting. That is what guards the top floors." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly. He hadn’t expected to face opponents who created the very paths he now walked upon. Just imagining what kind of monsters they must have been made the air around him feel heavier. + +Lady Virelia patiently began to explain, her voice steady as her gaze lingered on the glowing Nine Dragons Painting. "There is a very common story told in the Black Dragon Palace of the Divine Realm—passed down for countless generations. It is said that before the creation of the Black Dragon Palace itself, long before even the first bricks were laid, three friends—a woman and two men—discovered the corpse of a Black Chaotic Dragon. With its blood and essence, they laid the foundation of what would later become one of the greatest forces in the Divine Realm: the Black Dragon Palace." + +She paused briefly before continuing, "Of course, over time, the story splintered into many variations. In some versions, those three weren’t just lucky wanderers, but individuals chosen—blessed directly by the Black Chaotic Dragon, its bloodline fusing with theirs, giving rise to power unmatched across the realms. In other versions, it’s said they were already legendary figures, powerful enough to battle the Black Dragon itself, and upon slaying it, they used its remains to build the Palace as a divine gift to the world." + +Her voice softened, eyes thoughtful. "Which version is true, no one can say. Maybe they’re all wrong. Or maybe they all hold pieces of the truth. But what we do know is this—three individuals really did come together to form the Black Dragon Palace. And before they passed on, they left behind fragments of their souls, sealed within the original Nine Dragons Painting—the very first one created." + +She added in the last. "Every other Nine Dragons Painting in the mortal worlds or even in other branches of the palace is merely a projection, all connected to that one original canvas. And so, ever since that day, the trial of the Nine Dragons Painting has continued. A legacy and a challenge left behind by the founders themselves." + +"I see," Max murmured, his voice tinged with quiet awe as he stared at the glowing Nine Dragons Painting in the distance. He hadn’t imagined there was such a profound and mysterious origin behind the Black Dragon Palace—a legend that not only spoke of its creation but also tied directly into the Nine Dragons Painting, the very trial he was about to face. + +The idea that three mythical figures, the founders of the palace, had either drawn their power from a Black Chaotic Dragon or slain one to forge this mighty institution—it gave the entire palace a weight, a history deeper and more sacred than he had considered. + +And now, knowing that these same figures had left behind fragments of their souls in the original painting, the final challenge of the Nine Dragons Painting suddenly made perfect sense. + +’Now I can see why only a very few ever conquered the seventh floor to step into the eighth... and none had ever breached beyond the eighth to touch the ninth,’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing as understanding settled over him like a quiet storm. + +To face the Three Supreme Masters, the actual founders of the Black Dragon Palace—even if only soul fragments or reflections of them—it was inevitable that the difficulty would be monstrous. It wasn’t just a test of power or comprehension anymore. It was a challenge set forth by legends themselves. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-546.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-546.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..855cf69 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-546.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 546: Max’s Turn" +slug: "ch-546" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 546 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Is that the reason I am sensing a godlike presence from the painting?’ Max suddenly thought, his brows knitting together as he gazed deeply at the Nine Dragons Painting. + +The aura he felt—it wasn’t just ancient or sacred. It was overwhelming, divine in a way that made even the gods spoken of in myths seem lesser. + +When Lady Virelia mentioned that the three Supreme Masters had left behind fragments of their souls within the original painting, something clicked inside him. It wasn’t ridiculous anymore, not far-fetched at all. + +If those fragments were real—if even a trace of their will lingered inside that canvas—then it would explain why he alone among everyone present could feel the oppressive, majestic pressure radiating from it. + +The others didn’t even flinch. They stood calmly, unaware, because perhaps their bloodlines weren’t strong enough to register the echo of such vast, ancient souls. But his? His bloodline was different. Max knew this now more than ever. It was the purest in the entire city, maybe even beyond. + +It resonated not just with the inheritances but with the very source of the Black Dragon Palace itself. And perhaps that was why, in the presence of the Nine Dragons Painting, he alone felt as though he were being watched... as though the eyes of the three creators were already upon him, waiting. + +"Oh there she is, finally entering the 7th floor," Jason said, his voice carrying a strange calmness as his gaze remained fixed on the glowing dot slowly ascending within the Nine Dragons Painting. "The previous two times she attempted this, it was one of the three Supreme Masters on the seventh floor who brought her to a halt. No matter how far she pushed her inheritances, no matter how refined her concepts were, she still couldn’t break through." + +There was a shift in Jason’s tone, a subtle but unmistakable gravity, rare for someone who always spoke with casual ease. + +"This is her third try," he continued, eyes narrowed slightly, "and her last chance. Everyone is only allowed three attempts inside the Nine Dragons Painting. Once those are exhausted, no matter how talented, no one is given another chance." + +He crossed his arms and exhaled slowly. "If she fails now... then that will be the end of her journey in the Nine Dragons Painting. Her achievement, no matter how extraordinary it may seem on the outside, would be recorded as nothing more than what many others like me have managed—reaching the seventh floor but never conquering the guardian of that gate." + +His words hung in the air like a quiet verdict, not mocking, not mournful, just matter-of-fact—weighted by the understanding of how merciless the trial truly was. + +Max nodded at the side. + +Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the crowd inside the arena held their breath, eyes fixed on the floating dots inside the Nine Dragons Painting. + +One after another, movement came. Four of the dots slowly drifted downward from the fourth floor, flickering briefly before vanishing completely—those five had failed the fourth trial and were forcefully ejected. + +Minutes passed, and three other dots advanced to the sixth floor, only to dim out in quick succession, confirming their removal from the test as well. And now, only two dots remained. + +All attention narrowed on those last two flickering points of light—one resting on the sixth floor, the other alone on the seventh. The tension in the arena grew, silence blanketing the stands like snowfall. Everyone waited. Even the instructors, normally aloof and detached, watched with furrowed brows. + +Jason leaned forward slightly, a subtle frown creasing his forehead. "It’s been this long," he muttered, his voice low and uncertain, "and she still hasn’t reached the eighth floor..." + +He shook his head with a resigned sigh. "She’ll be kicked out too. It’s over." + +Moments ticked by. The dot on the sixth floor flickered and vanished first, the candidate inside failing to endure the trial. + +And finally, as if on cue, the last remaining dot—the one on the seventh floor—trembled faintly before blinking out as well. + +That marked the end. All nine participants had been expelled from the Nine Dragons Painting. + +A collective exhale swept through the arena. The trial’s first round had concluded... and Lucia Grimes, despite all her strength and pride, had once again fallen short of the eighth floor. + +Whispers passed from one to another as eyes darted toward the elegant figure now appearing at the base of the arena—Lucia Grimes, the infamous daughter of the Divine Realm’s mighty Grimes Family. + +"That was her, right?" one genius muttered, his voice low with curiosity. "Lucia Grimes... She actually reached the seventh floor." + +"Yeah, that’s her," another replied, eyes narrowed. "Word is, she’s obsessed with comprehending every major inheritance our Black Dragon Palace has to offer. She’s taken them all... every single one." + +"She’s insane," a third genius added with a shake of the head. "I’ve heard the stories too. They say she doesn’t even acknowledge her own brother. Treats him like some irrelevant stranger even though he’s older." + +"Pfft," scoffed another from the side, "what did you expect? She’s the wild untamed daughter of the Grimes Family. She’s always been like that—does whatever she wants, doesn’t care what others think, and if someone gets in her way, she breaks them." + +"But still..." someone else whispered, "even with her arrogance and all those inheritances she’s mastered, she couldn’t pass the seventh floor." + +The murmurs faded into an uneasy silence as the realization settled: even a genius like Lucia Grimes—praised, feared, and scorned in equal measure—had fallen short before the legacy of the Three Supreme Masters within the Nine Dragons Painting. + +A moment later, Lucia arrived before Max, Jason and Lady Virelia. + +"Don’t get depressed, sis," Jason said with a light chuckle, trying to lift the heavy air that clung to Lucia after her return from the Nine Dragons Painting. "You should already know—it’s almost impossible to enter the eighth floor. No shame in that." + +But Lucia didn’t respond. Her expression remained cold, impassive. She brushed past her brother as if he weren’t even there. Her eyes locked onto Max—sharp and unreadable, like a sword hidden beneath silk. + +"Your turn," she said, voice calm yet laced with quiet challenge. + +Max didn’t flinch. He simply gave her a nod and walked forward, stepping past her without a word. + +At this moment, there weren’t many others who stepped up for the next round of the trial. Max’s eyes swept across the line of participants—just six others, all young elites like himself. + +And of course an old man in grey clothes was overseeing everything. + +’I guess those were some of the leftover geniuses from previous attempts,’ Max thought to himself. After all, the True Inheritance trial was still underway, and most were wisely saving their three precious chances for when their comprehension of inheritance was complete. + +Wasting a chance now, without full preparation, would be nothing short of throwing away a miracle. + +And so Max waited, calm as a sleeping flame, as the second round prepared to begin. + +It didn’t take long for the vacant spots to be filled. Within minutes, two more geniuses stepped forward from the observing crowd, each with quiet determination burning in their eyes. + +With Max and the six others, the total count now stood at nine—the full quota needed for the next round of the Nine Dragons Painting trial. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-547.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-547.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..736267f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-547.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 547: A Test of Strength" +slug: "ch-547" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 547 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1274 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The gray-robed old man overseeing the trial, who had remained silent until now, took a slow step forward. His gaze swept across them with calm authority. + +"You all should go and touch the painting with your hands," he began, his voice firm but even. "Some of you may be attempting this for the second time. A few perhaps for the third. And for others, this may be your first trial. Regardless... remember this—if you fail the task given to you within the painting, you will be kicked out. Whether you are from the Divine Realm, the Mortal Realms, or born of the highest family or the lowest street—there are no exceptions in the Nine Dragons Painting." + +One by one, the geniuses gave quiet nods, their expressions sobering. Even the most arrogant among them knew not to underestimate the ancient power hidden within that canvas. + +"Alright. Go on," the old man said, stepping aside and granting them passage. + +Without delay, the nine walked steadily to the immense mural. Each extended a hand. One by one, they placed their palms against the aged, yet strangely warm, surface. As their fingers made contact, their bodies vanished like mist under sunlight—sucked into the painting’s depths by an unseen force. + +Max was the last to move. + +He stepped forward silently, his expression unreadable. He raised his hand, the tips of his fingers brushing the swirling image of a dragon’s scale. + +A strange pull gripped his entire body, and before his feet could adjust, he, too, vanished—swallowed whole by the canvas, leaving only the still silence of the arena behind. + +*** + +Max found himself alone, standing upon a scorched stone platform suspended in what seemed like an infinite void. The air was dry, oppressive, and tinged with the faint metallic scent of heat-baked rock. + +All around him, the world was shrouded in a thick, undulating black fog that clung to the edges of the platform like a sea of shadows. Above, there was no sky—only endless darkness swirling slowly, as though watching in silence. + +At the heart of the platform stood a towering obsidian pillar, pitch-black and massive, stretching upward like a monument forged by dragons themselves. Its surface pulsed with intricate, glowing dragon runes—lines of ancient power flickering with a silvery light, dancing across the rock as though alive, as though beckoning the challenger before it. + +Max approached the pillar calmly, his steps measured. As he stood in front of it, the heat radiating off the stone seeped through his clothes, but he didn’t mind. + +Lifting a hand, he placed his palm on its surface. The texture surprised him—rough in some places, yet smooth in others, almost like a perfect weapon that had been shaped by untold years of battle. + +His brows rose slightly. "It’s durable for sure," he muttered under his breath, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp. + +Turning to the side, his gaze landed on a stone tablet placed just beside the pillar, aged but intact. He stepped closer and read the inscription carved into its face: + +"One must use the strongest attack they can manifest from their inheritance and strike the pillar. If the strength of the attack reaches 60 out of 100, the challenger shall pass. If it does not, they shall be cast out." + +Max exhaled softly, nodding to himself. The rules were simple. Brutally straightforward. + +But that made sense. The Black Dragon Palace had given each genius only two months to comprehend the inheritance they chose. It was unrealistic to expect perfection from most. + +Only the foundational mastery was required, and this test was designed to see if even that had been achieved. + +’A clean, direct trial... suited for those who only skimmed the surface,’ Max mused thinking the trial was designed keeping in mind with the trial of the True Inheritance. + +"Let’s try this," Max muttered under his breath as his body began to tense and black flames surged to life around his right arm. The flames flickered with heat and will, writhing and snapping like serpents desperate to be unleashed. + +He drew in a slow breath, his eyes narrowing as the inheritance of the Flame Tyrant coursed through his veins. The runes from the totem, the truths he’d engraved into his soul through days of comprehension, all responded as one—coalescing into pure, unrelenting force. + +The air distorted around his arm, the temperature rising to the point where the stone beneath his feet started to crack slightly from the heat. + +Black flames hissed along his skin, swirling with a strange rhythm, and in the next moment, his entire arm transformed. It became a massive fang-like weapon—sharp, primal, and radiating destruction like a predator on the hunt. + +"Flame Tyrant First Form: Blazing Fang!" he declared, his voice steady, his fist blazing like a comet wreathed in chaos. + +And then he struck. + +Bang! + +The sound echoed like thunder cracking through the void. But in the moment his transformed fist met the obsidian pillar, something strange happened. It wasn’t resistance. It wasn’t pushback. + +No, it was something far more jarring. + +It felt as though he had punched an immovable, eternal mountain—a structure so dense, so ancient, that his overwhelming might was simply swallowed whole. + +The force of his attack, enough to shatter mountains, vanished into the pillar like water absorbed by dry earth. The flames dimmed. The tremor faded. Nothing stirred. + +Max blinked, stunned. "What...?" + +Swish! + +And then, a number carved itself in glowing golden letters across the front of the obsidian pillar: + +100 + +Max’s expression turned unreadable. "One hundred..." he whispered, watching the glowing number shimmer calmly. + +His mind churned. "So the pillar can only register up to one hundred points... I see." + +It made sense now. This test was designed for geniuses who had spent merely two months scratching at the surface of the inheritances. + +Passing required a power level of sixty. In that context, a score of one hundred was supposed to be the limit—a threshold few were ever expected to approach. + +But Max had transcended that boundary. + +’My attack should’ve scored well beyond that...’ he thought. His inheritance wasn’t just partially learned—it had been _perfected_. If there had been no limit, perhaps his strike might’ve scored 200, 300, or more. + +But the pillar wasn’t made to measure someone like him. Not someone who had fully absorbed the essence of the Flame Tyrant itself. + +He slowly retracted his arm, the black flames fading from his skin, though the heat still lingered faintly in the air. + +Max stared at the glowing 100 once more before turning around. + +’This was just the first floor... Let’s see what the next has in store,’ He mused silently, his eyes narrowing. And just as the thought completed in his mind, the scenery around him began to melt and ripple, like paint dissolving in water. + +The scorched earth, the flickering runes, the obsidian pillar—everything blurred into streams of black and red, before reforming in an instant. + +He now stood alone before a tall, narrow mirror. At first glance, it seemed like any other reflective surface—elegant in its simplicity, with a silver-black frame wrought with curled patterns reminiscent of dragon scales. + +But something was off. This was no ordinary mirror. The surface didn’t reflect him. There was no image of Max, no flicker of movement mimicking his own stance, no shadow stretching back in response to the light. + +Instead, within the glass danced a strange, unstable figure—a silhouette warped and flickering, its limbs shifting between solid and blurred, as though refusing to be clearly defined. + +The figure was draped in a cloak of darkness, its form crackling with flames, lightning, and shadows—all blackened versions of Max’s own elements. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-548.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-548.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..696f561 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-548.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 548: Deceptive Trials" +slug: "ch-548" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 548 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1229 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max looked at the distorted figure in the mirror and felt a subtle, creeping sensation climb up his spine—an unease that burrowed into the pit of his stomach. + +The figure twisted, its silhouette twitching with flickers of chaotic flames, unstable waves of energy rippling off its form in sharp pulses. It wasn’t monstrous, but it was certainly... wrong. Familiar yet distant. Like looking at a version of himself that had forgotten what it meant to be him. + +"Now that’s disturbing," Max muttered under his breath, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he shifted his gaze to the side where a stone tablet stood, half-shrouded in mist. The words engraved on its dark surface glowed faintly with a soft white light, pulsing as if responding to his presence. + +He stepped forward and read the message aloud, voice steady. + +"The reflection is your true reflection of the inheritance you showed in the last floor. Control your inheritance in such a way that the reflection would begin to resemble the challenger. You can initiate this test by touching the mirror. And if even 30% of the reflection resembles the challenger, they shall pass. Or else... be kicked out from the second floor." + +Max fell silent for a moment, absorbing the meaning behind those words. Understanding gradually settled in like a puzzle piece snapping into place. + +’So this is a test of control... not strength or destruction—but precision,’ he mused internally, his expression turning contemplative. ’If I merely blaze with power, the reflection remains wild. But if I command my inheritance, if I master its essence, the flame itself will obey and mold me into shape.’ + +A small grin tugged at the corner of his lips, half-amused. "I like this," he whispered. "It’s like sculpting fire into form." + +Without another word, he extended his hand forward and pressed his palm against the cold, unmoving surface of the mirror. The glass rippled like water under his touch. The reflection flinched. And then—light flared behind the surface. + +With unwavering focus, Max channeled the Flame Tyrant inheritance into the mirror—slow, steady, deliberate. The black flames surged at first, wild and unstable, crackling like a storm trapped beneath glass. + +Inside the mirror, the reflection buckled and warped. Shadows twisted violently, the form writhing as if tormented by its own existence, limbs flickering, head melting into chaos before reforming into another incoherent mess. It was like watching light and shadow fight over shape—one moment too bright, the next swallowed in darkness. + +But Max remained calm, his expression composed. He adjusted the flow—trimmed excess energy, reinforced the core, and refined the flame’s direction. Bit by bit, the madness receded. The reflection began to settle. No longer a dancing storm of distortions, the mirrored figure now held a form—barely humanoid, shoulders hunched and undefined, but a body nonetheless. + +Still, it wasn’t him. + +Max didn’t waver. He inhaled slowly, cycling his breath with his energy as he refined the output of his inheritance, narrowing it down to threads of fire rather than floods. Minutes ticked by, unnoticed. Half an hour passed, and the reflection began to change again. This time, the head formed—his hair, his eyes, his jawline. Clear as day. A grin tugged at Max’s lips. + +’That’s it... focus, not force,’ he thought, tuning his flow like a master sculptor chiseling fire. + +The arms followed, then the torso, then the faintest outline of his black coat. Each detail clicked into place like a puzzle, guided by his controlled flames. More hours bled into the void-like room, but Max didn’t falter—not once. + +His control never wavered, his thoughts never drifted. He had long since entered a state of seamless harmony with his inheritance. When the final flickers aligned and the mirror reflected him perfectly—flame crown, eyes, posture, all of it—he simply let out a slow breath, nodding in satisfaction. + +’This test is deceptive,’ he mused. ’It demands not just control, but endurance. Patience. Composure.’ + +If someone without true confidence in their inheritance stood where he was—someone whose understanding was shallow or whose control was shaky—they would have likely faltered within the first few minutes. The mirror gave no feedback, no hint, no encouragement. Only silence and distortion. That alone could gnaw at one’s focus. + +Most geniuses would expect instant results, and when the reflection didn’t change right away, they would begin to panic, to question their comprehension, to overcompensate, pouring more energy than necessary and making the distortion worse. Their confidence would waver, their breathing would quicken, and their flow of power would collapse into chaos. + +In that moment, they wouldn’t just lose control over the inheritance—they’d lose control over themselves. The test, in its essence, was far more psychological than it appeared. + +"It’s all about control," Max muttered to himself again, this time with the quiet confidence of someone who truly understood what it meant. + +Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward as the mirror melted away like dew under sunlight, the space around him shifting once more. + +Max then found himself standing before a vast, unending stone path. Its surface was dark and ancient, worn down by the passage of countless footsteps through time. Faint lines etched into the stone glimmered with a subtle light, like threads of forgotten flame lingering just beneath the surface. + +The path stretched far into the distance, disappearing into a horizon of grey mist where the ground and sky seemed to blur into one. No end was visible—just an endless expanse of stillness and unknown. + +His eyes fell upon a tall board standing quietly at the entrance of the path. In bold, weathered script, it read: "Path of Inheritance." + +Beneath it stood the familiar stone tablet, its lettering precise and eternal: + +"To ascend to the fourth floor and pass the trial of Nine Dragons Painting, one must walk through the path in front of them to a certain threshold." + +Max read it calmly, nodding as he took in the instruction. It sounded deceptively straightforward—just walk a certain distance, cross an unseen threshold, and he’d pass. + +But after what happened on the second floor, Max wasn’t naïve. He had learned not to judge the trial by its surface simplicity. He could already feel it—beneath the stillness of the air, behind the quiet of the path—there was something waiting, something woven into the very ground beneath his feet. + +The "path" was a test, but of what? Willpower? Endurance? Soul strength? He didn’t know. But what he did know was this: the Nine Dragons Painting had not been designed for the ordinary. These weren’t trials meant to weed out the weak; they were forged to temper the worthy. + +Taking a breath, Max stepped forward. The moment his foot touched the path, a faint tremor rippled through the ground, and then something strange began to press down upon him. + +It wasn’t a physical weight, nor was it an attack of the mind. It was something more abstract, yet equally real—a pressure that seeped into his very core and stirred the energy within him. + +His mana and life essence began to ripple and churn, reacting wildly to the strange force surrounding the path, but his body remained unaffected. No pain. No wounds. No resistance from his limbs. Just a strange invisible hand that gripped his power and twisted it, forcing it to vibrate with instability. + +This caused him unable to draw the power of his mana making him almost useless. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-549.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-549.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..29cb42b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-549.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 549: Trial of Endurance" +slug: "ch-549" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 549 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1195 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes narrowed, and within moments, he understood. ’This path... it doesn’t test the body—it tests the harmony between inheritance and energy.’ Without wasting another second, Max summoned the Flame Tyrant Inheritance. + +Black flames erupted across his body and wrapped around him like an emperor’s cloak—furious, burning, yet obedient. + +The moment the black flame cloak enveloped him, the chaotic reaction of his mana calmed, flowing naturally once more and he could finally controlled his mana normally. + +He took another step, then another. The pressure continued to increase, but his mastery over the inheritance made it feel like a heated wind brushing against him, nothing more. + +For a while, all was still—just the crunch of his boots on stone and the dance of dark flames rippling from his body—but then the path revealed its teeth. + +From the black fog ahead, a low growl echoed, and a creature emerged—a Duskbone Hound, its skeletal frame covered in flickering shadows and bone spikes, its eyes glowing red like dying embers. It lunged at Max with terrifying speed, claws and fangs bared. + +Max moved without panic. He raised his hand to strike, black flames spiraling into the shape of a jagged sword. + +But just as he was about to swing, he felt the cloak around him begin to waver. The control was slipping—only slightly—but enough to let him know the truth. + +’So that’s how it is... if I attack without perfect control, the inheritance cloak of flames will collapse.’ He thought. + +It was an ingenious trial—forcing the challenger to maintain absolute focus and perfect balance between movement and control. + +But Max wasn’t just any challenger. He had mastered the Flame Tyrant Inheritance to perfection. + +With a calm breath, he refocused, pouring his intent through the flame. The cloak of black fire surged even brighter, steady and unshaken. Then, in a smooth motion, he sliced through the Duskbone Hound, the flaming blade tearing through it like paper. The beast dissolved into ash, swept away by the winds of the trial. + +Then one after another, more beasts attacked—Ash Drakes, their charred wings snapping open with every beat, spewing showers of molten sparks as they dove at him from above. + +Obsidian Serpents, thick and jagged like shattered blades, slithering from beneath the path with eyes of glowing coal and venomous fangs eager to sink into his flesh. + +A Scorchback Ape, ten feet tall with magma veins pulsing across its skin, slamming its fists into the stone path as it charged. + +They weren’t strong just barely at the early levels of Expert Rank however this test wasn’t about strength either. + +Looking at these beasts, Max understood the essence of this test. + +It was the application of inheritances they had learned. How proficient they were when it came to using it? How proficient were they in battle using their inheritance? + +’It’s a perfect combination of the last two tests.’ Max thought calmly. + +Then his body ignited with tyrannical heat, the flames roaring around his limbs as he moved. His arms morphing into weapons of fire. + +He conjured a Flaming Gauntlet and drove his fist into the chest of an Ash Drake mid-air, reducing it to ashes before its scream could echo. + +’They aren’t even worth me using the moves of the Flame Tyrant inheritances.’ Max thought smiling. ’Just its essence to conjure any attack will kill them.’ + +He formed a Scythe of Black Ember in one swift motion and slashed through three Obsidian Serpents in a wide spinning arc, each of them crumbling into dust before hitting the ground. + +When the Scorchback Ape roared and slammed both fists down upon him, Max countered by leaping upward, his knees flaming with a burst of jet-black propulsion, and hammered down with both flaming fists, the impact crushing the beast into a crater of glowing cracks. + +Through it all, his control never slipped, not for a breath. The inheritance cloak burned brighter with every strike, shielding his energy and stabilizing the pressure upon him. + +Each attack he unleashed was brutal, efficient, precise—every movement dictated by the inheritance, and every step forward marked by the scorched remains of his enemies. + +He walked, struck, redirected, and pressed onward, never once letting his control falter. Minutes turned to hours, though time felt strange in this place. + +Then, without warning, the world around him began to ripple, as though reality itself had grown thin. The stone path cracked and twisted, the fog folded in on itself, and Max found himself standing in a different space altogether. + +The pressure vanished. The beasts were gone. A faint golden light radiated from the ceiling above. + +He had passed the third floor. + +’The first three floors are super easy, but then again, for those who have only comprehended the basic foundation in two months, it would be quite a trial just to pass them,’ Max mused silently, his eyes scanning the space he now stood in. + +This time, there was no black fog, no looming obsidian pillar or reflective mirror—only a vast, open arena that stretched so far in every direction that the horizon itself seemed to bend and vanish into endless light. + +The ground beneath his feet was a polished, deep-red stone, smooth and slightly warm to the touch, almost as if it had absorbed heat from countless battles. + +Max narrowed his eyes, alert. + +There was no obvious enemy, no challenge presented upfront, but something about the overwhelming emptiness and silence around him was more unnerving than any beast he had fought so far. + +’Instructor Virelia mentioned the middle three floors tested one’s endurance,’ Max recalled. ’Endurance of what, though? The body? Energy? Will? Soul?’ + +Just then, Max’s sharp eyes caught a flicker of movement in the sky. His gaze narrowed as he turned his head and focused. + +From the far end of the vast arena, a winged creature was approaching, its body dark and jagged like molten stone that had cooled under pressure. The closer it flew, the more details Max could discern—the creature resembled a bird forged from black lava rock, its wings trailing faint embers, its eyes glowing faintly red. + +It wasn’t fast, but its presence was imposing, like a beast born in a volcano and tempered in shadow. + +Instinctively, Max braced himself, muscles tensing and black flames gathering subtly around his arms, ready to strike. + +But as the creature descended, its flight slowed, and Max finally noticed what it was carrying tightly in its claws—a stone tablet, just like the ones on the previous floors. + +His wariness settled into cautious curiosity. The creature landed a short distance from him, talons clicking as it gently laid the tablet down before him, then took off again in silence, vanishing into the high ceilingless void. + +Max stepped forward and read the carved inscription: + +"Once you finish reading the rules, the test of this floor will start. You have to defeat ten shadow warriors of the same strength as yourself. Only if you kill all ten of them will you be allowed to enter the next floor." + +Max read the rules slowly, his gaze narrowing as each word carved into the stone etched itself into his mind. With every line he absorbed, his understanding deepened. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-55.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-55.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56dfaea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-55.md @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 55: Recruitment Test Begins" +slug: "ch-55" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 55 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1152 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The man leading the group was a middle-aged individual with slightly blue-colored hair that reached his shoulders. He wore blue, knight-like attire and surveyed the crowd gathered before the gates of the Phoenix Order Guild. + +"I am Ryan, and I will be the supervisor for this recruitment test," he introduced himself, his voice loud and clear. "The doors will open in a few seconds, but only those whose names are called should enter." + +Shortly after, another man emerged from behind Ryan, a list floating above his holowatch. He appeared to be carrying a heavy shield on his back and had a large, muscular build to support it. + +"Lukas Viskor," he announced. + +Moments later, a young man, around 18 years old, stood before the slowly opening gate. He walked through the door, and waiting on the other side was a man holding a glass sphere. This man, with a beard but no hair on his head, looked at Lukas and instructed, "Touch the sphere." + +Everyone from the other side of the door had their eyes locked on Lukas as he stepped forward and touched the sphere. + +The moment he made contact, the sphere began to shine with bright light, and a number appeared on its surface. + +"15." + +The bald man adjusted his glasses and announced, "Affinity level - 15, low-rank affinity." + +Lukas sighed when he saw the result, though he wasn’t disappointed. + +"You can step aside for the time being," Ryan, the supervisor, instructed Lukas, gesturing for him to stand behind him. + +Lukas nodded and walked to the side. + +Max observed the entire process but was left with many questions. He wondered if the result of this test would affect the overall outcome and was curious about how an affinity to any element could be categorized. + +"Next, Roman Vas," the heavily built man called. + +Another young man stepped through the door and touched the sphere. It shone brightly, and the number ’37’ appeared on the sphere. + +The bald man glanced at the sphere and announced, "Affinity level - 37, average-rank affinity." + +The crowd reacted, clearly surprised by Roman’s affinity to fire. + +"This guy has a very high affinity for fire. You don’t see average-rank affinity to fire every day." + +"You’re right, and even within the average rank, his level is quite high." + +"I wonder if he’s from one of the top families in the Dustfall District." + +"This guy has a high chance of being recruited into the guild." + +Max heard them talking and became even more confused. + +’Let’s see if the extranet has any rankings for affinity,’ he thought, tapping his holowatch and searching for affinity rankings on the extranet. + +——— + +1-10 - Very Low + +11-20 - Low + +21-30 - Medium + +31-40 - Average + +41-50 - High + +51-60 - Very High + +61-70 - Peak + +71-80 - Sovereign + +81-90 - Saint + +91-100 - Supreme + +——— + +’I see,’ Max thought, understanding the rankings and levels. ’I wonder what rank of affinity I would have.’ While he knew his class had no relation to the fire element, his skills related to fire had maxed out at level 100. He couldn’t tell whether his affinity would be low or high. + +’Let’s wait for my turn,’ Max thought, patiently observing the others as they took the test one by one. + +The young men and women continued taking the test, standing behind Ryan after their results were announced. Some had high-rank affinities, while others possessed low-rank affinities. + +"Eren Volfire," came the next name. + +’It’s him,’ Max thought as he watched Eren walk up to the gate and touch the sphere. + +As soon as Eren touched it, the sphere began to glow with bright light, and the number ’42’ appeared on the top. + +The bald man checked the sphere and announced, "Affinity level - 42, high rank." + +’Level 42, high rank,’ Max mused, wondering if his Infernal Coating skill, which had blocked every attack from Eren, indicated that his affinity for fire might actually surpass Eren’s. + +’I’m really curious now,’ Max thought, waiting to see more. + +After Eren, many others took their tests, but none surpassed the high-rank affinity of level 41-50. Max speculated that this might be the limit of talent in the Inner Region of Dustfall District. + +"Lyra Duskshade," was the next name announced. + +Max saw a dark violet-haired woman, about 18 years old, step through the door and touch the sphere. It shone brightly, and a number appeared. + +"55." + +"Affinity level - 55, very high rank," the bald man announced. + +As soon as the announcement was made, the crowd erupted in surprise. There had been no very high-rank affinities so far, and suddenly, out of nowhere, someone surpassed everyone else with such a high affinity. + +"Who is this young lady? She has an exceptionally high rank for her affinity to fire." + +"I don’t know, but I’m sure she’ll be famous in the future with her talent." + +"Her fire affinity alone should be enough for the guild to recruit her." + +The crowd felt that with such a high affinity for fire, Lyra would easily be accepted into the Phoenix Order Guild. + +Meanwhile, Max pondered as he watched Lyra with such a high affinity for fire. + +’She has such a high level of fire affinity, but she didn’t use any fire-related skills during the test back at the General’s quarters,’ he mused, realizing that she had been hiding her strength. + +After Lyra, more individuals tested their affinity. Finally, Max’s name was called. + +"Max Morgan." + +Max stepped forward and touched the sphere. It began to glow with bright white light, and a number appeared on the sphere. + +"4." + +Max stared at the number blankly, wondering if he was dreaming. ’How could it be so low?’ he thought inwardly, horrified. + +At that moment, the bald man checked the sphere and flinched back upon seeing the number. + +"How could this be?" he muttered, adjusting his glasses and checking again, only to see the number ’4’ on the sphere. + +He glanced at Max with a strange expression and announced, "Affinity level 4, very low rank." + +"…" + +"…" + +A strange silence followed the announcement before chaos erupted from the crowd. + +"What?! How could someone have such low affinity? This kid has almost no affinity for fire." + +"Damn, I thought someone with a low-rank affinity would have the lowest affinity, but there’s someone with very low-rank affinity." + +"With such a low affinity for fire, he dares to participate in the recruitment test?" + +"Look at his strength. He’s only at level 6, and with almost no affinity for fire, he still came to take the recruitment test. This kid must be a joke." + +"What? Level 6? How could someone with such low strength be here for the recruitment test? Is he serious?" + +After criticizing his low affinity, the crowd also noticed Max’s strength and became dumbfounded. They couldn’t understand how someone with such low strength could participate in the recruitment for the prestigious Phoenix Order Guild. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-550.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-550.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a100bb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-550.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 550: Easy Passing the 4th floor" +slug: "ch-550" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 550 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1363 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +This floor wasn’t about raw destruction, nor about clever manipulation of one’s inheritance through fine control—it was a brutal test of endurance, pure and relentless. + +He would face ten shadow warriors, each matching his strength, speed, techniques, and abilities at his current peak. Worse still, he would not be allowed to use anything beyond the inheritances he had comprehended inside the Comprehension Hall. + +No system support, no other abilities, no personal skills outside of those inherited legacies. It meant every advantage he’d built outside those inheritances was stripped away. + +The first three floors had challenged one’s power, patience, and precision, but this... this fourth floor marked the true beginning of the trial’s cruelty. + +To go up against his own strength again and again, without rest, knowing each opponent was designed to test every aspect of what he had learned—every mistake would cost him stamina, every lapse in concentration would chip away at his energy. + +By the time they reached the ninth or tenth opponent, if they did, their strength would be depleted, their mana reduced, their body drained, and yet they would still have to fight a shadow warrior that was fresh and full. + +Max’s expression hardened. This was a test only those who had truly understood the foundation of their inheritances could pass—not those who dabbled, or barely touched the surface. + +And it was at that moment, he fully understood why this floor had been placed here—after the easy illusion of progress in the first three, this was the dividing line between the imitators and the true successors. + +’But this test is useless against me.’ Max thought as his eyes caught the sudden appearance of ten shadow warriors appearing in the arena. The warriors stood tall like grim sentinels of death, their humanoid frames forged entirely from writhing black flames that flickered unnaturally in the still air. + +Their forms looked as if they were born from torment and shadows, pulsing with the aura of vengeance. Each step they took left behind scorching footprints, faint trails of ember marking their encroaching path. + +What stood out most, however, were their eyes—or rather, the lack of emotion within them. Piercing and pure white, like polished bone, their eyes glowed from within the dark inferno that made up their faces, staring at Max with a chilling intent, void of anything human. + +Just as these shadow warriors appeared before him, black flames burst from Max’s arms as his they twisted and warped, molding into jagged, obsidian claws pulsing with heat and destructive power. + +"Third Form: Infernal Ripclaw." + +The infernal aura around him surged, the ground beneath his feet sizzling as the black flames licked the stone. His eyes glinted with calm dominance as the ten shadow warriors charged at him, each moving with synchronized precision. + +They were fast—very fast—and the weapons in their hands shimmered with pure elemental aggression. Some carried flaming spears, others dark sabers, one even wielded a jagged halberd that seemed to cut the air itself. + +But Max didn’t flinch. + +The first two warriors reached him almost simultaneously. Max stepped forward with a sudden burst of speed, ducked under a slash, and drove his clawed hand into the first warrior’s chest.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +His claws twisted violently and erupted in a miniature explosion of black fire from within, reducing the shadow into crumbling embers. + +He spun mid-air and slashed upward with his other arm, tearing through the second warrior’s weapon and splitting its form in half as if cleaving through silk. + +The next three didn’t even have time to react. Max’s body blurred. He reappeared behind them, claws ripping through all three simultaneously in an arcing motion. Their bodies flickered, unstable, and disintegrated like ash scattered by wind. + +Five down. Five remained. + +The next one tried to leap from above, but Max raised his arm and caught its blade between two clawed fingers. + +"Too slow," he muttered, before gripping the shadow warrior by its throat and slamming it down with force that cracked the arena floor. A burst of black flame followed—point-blank. The warrior was gone. + +Another came from behind, but Max’s Three Dimensional Body was flawless. He saw through the attack. + +He swiveled, met the warrior mid-charge, and clashed claws against sword. The air trembled at the impact. Max’s claws overpowered the weapon, and with a twisting motion, he sheared through both blade and wielder in one feral strike. + +Three more. + +Two flanked him on either side, while the last held back, charging a technique, its form glowing ominously. + +Max smirked. "Let’s end this." + +He lunged to the left, his claws dragging along the ground, leaving a glowing molten trail. + +He leapt and drove a claw through the head of the one on the left, then used its dissolving body as a springboard. Flipping mid-air, he dashed toward the second, raking his claw across its torso, tearing through the black fire that held it together. + +Only one remained. + +That last shadow warrior released its charged technique—a massive blast of condensed flame energy surging like a comet. + +Max raised his hand, black fire condensing around his arm into a jagged spiral. + +"Infernal Ripclaw: Burst Rend!" + +He slashed, and a wave of black infernal force cut through the blast like it was paper. The technique shattered. Max appeared before the final shadow warrior and drove both claws into its core, ripping it apart in a torrent of black flames that swirled upward like a storm. + +All ten gone. + +Max stood amidst a field of crumbled shadows, the scorched ground beneath him still pulsing with heat. He exhaled lightly, black flames slowly receding from his arms. + +"This trial really was useless against me," he muttered, his voice calm and unwavering as the remains of the ten defeated shadow warriors dissolved into smoke and ash, leaving behind nothing but scorch marks etched into the arena—a showcase to the one-sided massacre that had just taken place. + +And why wouldn’t it be a one sided massacre. + +Max’s strength was at the 7th level of Seeker Rank and so all the shadow warriors were also at that rank but his combat strength was a different story altogether. And so no matter how many of them came, they were nothing but ants in front of Max. + +"This should be the fifth floor," Max muttered as his eyes scanned the space around him. He was still standing in the same endless arena—stone flooring stretching out in every direction, flat and cracked with age, yet devoid of any walls or boundaries. + +Then, from above, a familiar screech pierced the quiet as a flying creature descended from the dark sky—its wings jagged like shards of obsidian, its body steaming with molten cracks. Clutched in its talons was a large stone tablet, which it released before him with a resounding thud. + +Etched upon the rough surface of the tablet were the rules of the fifth-floor trial: + +"Trial Challenger, you have arrived on the fifth floor, making you an outstanding genius. But to ascend to the sixth floor, you must defeat 30 shadow warriors. Only after defeating them all will you be granted passage." + +Max sighed softly after reading the inscription aloud. ’So the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors are designed as endurance trials, forcing one to face increasing numbers of enemies. Not bad for those testing the limits of their inheritances... but still meaningless to me.’ + +Just as that thought settled in his mind— + +Swish! + +A gust of wind swept past him as space twisted before his eyes. One after another, shadow warriors emerged from the warped air, their dark bodies crackling with flame-like energy, their white, emotionless eyes locking onto Max like wolves spotting a lone prey. + +But this time, their number had tripled—thirty of them now stood before him in a semicircle formation. + +All of them bore weapons in hand—shadowy spears, curved blades, jagged axes, and obsidian halberds—and the moment they sensed his presence, they didn’t hesitate. + +Whoosh! + +They charged all at once, boots pounding against the arena stone, weapons raised high. Their cries were voiceless, but their killing intent surged like a black tide. + +And yet, Max stood there—his posture relaxed, his eyes indifferent. + +"Let’s try the Crimson Reaper inheritance this time," he whispered. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-551.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-551.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3e90ec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-551.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 551: Crimson Entrapment" +slug: "ch-551" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 551 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood unmoving as the stampede of thirty shadow warriors rushed at him, their weapons raised high, blades glinting with eerie brilliance, each one cloaked in their own twisted manifestations of concept-based energy. + +Their footsteps thundered across the arena, closing in fast like an inevitable storm. + +But Max... he didn’t flinch. He simply closed his eyes. + +Within him, his Three Dimensional Body expanded its awareness, painting the battlefield with flawless detail. Every angle, every movement, every shift in momentum became a point in his mind. + +At the same time, the Crimson Reaper inheritance surged through his veins, but unlike the raging fire of the Flame Tyrant or the oppressive might of the Black Sun, this power made no sound. No blaze flickered. No heat rippled. It was still—ominously still. + +From the outside, Max looked defenseless. Not a single ember of black flames hovered around his body. Not a spark danced at his fingertips. But inside him, the world churned. + +And then—they struck. + +Thirty attacks launched from thirty different angles. Energy-infused weapons sliced toward him, skills screamed through the air, bursts of pure elemental fury converged on the single figure standing perfectly calm in the middle of the chaos. + +That was the moment it happened. + +BOOM. + +A silent wave of pressure exploded from Max’s body—not of brute force, but of utter dominance. + +The rushing concepts shattered midair. Swords froze inches from his face. Arrows dissolved into ash. + +A thunderous pulse rolled through the arena, and in that moment, all thirty shadow warriors were instantly engulfed—trapped inside black flaming spheres, each one suspended in the air like a captured thought. + +The spheres pulsed, dark as the void, flickering with runes now became the only things floated in the arena around all around Max. + +Inside each sphere, the warriors thrashed violently, their weapons colliding with the walls of black flame, but to no effect. The spheres reacted with subtle hums, tightening with every strike they absorbed. + +Max opened his eyes slowly. + +"This... is Crimson Entrapment ," he whispered. + +It wasn’t fire, not in the way others knew it. It was reaper’s fire—a manifestation of control, of suppression. A force that didn’t seek to burn, but to contain, to judge. A power that devoured strength at the root. + +’This Crimson Entrapment combined with the omniscient view of the Three Dimensional Body is an even greater force than the true Crimson Reaper inheritance ever intended,’ Max thought, a quiet awe simmering behind his calm eyes. He hadn’t just used the inheritance—he had reshaped it, elevated it. + +The original Crimson Reaper Inheritance demanded proximity, demanded that the user first establish a tangible or flame-based connection with their target before activating the entrapment. + +Without that prerequisite link—often created through a clash of attacks or a binding with flame—it was impossible to trigger the black flaming spheres effectively. That limitation was written into the inheritance’s very foundation, a balance between offense and control. + +But for Max, that limitation simply didn’t exist. + +His Three Dimensional Body rendered all such rules obsolete. He was connected to everything—every particle, every movement, every breath within the battlefield. + +His awareness extended in layers beyond the physical, allowing him to feel the presence of each enemy not as silhouettes or blurs of movement, but as distinct threads in a web of reality he could pull tight at will. + +The moment the shadow warriors stepped into his awareness, they were already caught. There was no need for flame to make contact. No need for build-up. No need for visual confirmation. + +Where the Crimson Reaper demanded touch, Max merely needed thought. + +’It’s like the entire battlefield is an extension of my body,’ he mused, glancing at his hands as faint strands of black flame flickered between his fingers before vanishing. ’If I want, I could trap a hundred enemies without lifting a finger.’ + +It was not arrogance. It was truth. + +The fusion of the Crimson Reaper and the Three Dimensional Body had created something entirely new—Crimson Entrapment, born not of sequential understanding but of layered mastery. + +A technique that turned the battlefield into a realm of silent judgment. A domain where every enemy was already marked. + +’Time to finish them.’ Max thought. + +The spheres pulsed once more—and collapsed inward with a silent implosion, vanishing like dying stars. And with that the shadow warriors disappeared. + +No ashes. No remains. Just silence. + +Max exhaled softly. "Fifth floor... cleared." + +There was a brief moment of calm, a still breath hanging in the air like the pause before a storm, before the distant flutter of wings cut through the silence. + +A familiar creature, draped in molten-black feathers and eyes gleaming with crimson embers, descended through the sky. In its claws, as always, was a stone tablet etched in burning gold. + +It hovered before Max, its wings beating slow, ominous pulses as he reached out and read the inscribed words. + +"Challenger, you have proven yourself worthy to be called a true genius, but can you take that one step further? Can you set foot upon the legendary last three floors? It will all be decided now. After you finish reading this message, a total of seventy shadow warriors shall descend onto the arena. Defeat them all—and only then shall the path to the last three floors open." + +Max let out a short exhale, almost a chuckle, as a slow smile crept onto his face. "So it’s time for the final test of endurance..." + +The creature let out a sharp screech, then vanished in a streak of black light, taking the tablet with it. And as if that was the cue, the ground began to tremble—softly at first, then stronger with every second—as dark figures began phasing into reality from all directions.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +One. Two. Ten. Twenty... + +More and more emerged until seventy obsidian-shadowed warriors stood tall across the vast arena, surrounding Max like a tightening noose. They radiated the same strength as before—each equal to Max in realm—but this time, they weren’t scattered or mindless. + +They moved with formation. + +They moved with coordination. + +They moved like an army. + +Max slowly turned in place, scanning the encroaching horde with calm, focused eyes. His breathing remained steady, his posture relaxed but alert. + +Seventy enemies. Seventy weapons drawn. Seventy killing intents converging on a single target. + +Max’s fingers curled into fists. + +"Alright then," he whispered, eyes gleaming with intent. "Let’s get this over with." + +"Emperor’s Domain," Max whispered, and at once the air responded to his voice like a loyal servant to its sovereign. Black flames surged to life, not with wild fury but with solemn authority. + +They coiled around his body in silent reverence, flickering around his shoulders before rising above his head, condensing into the form of a regal, flaming crown. + +A heartbeat later, the sky above the arena responded in kind—darkness rippled, and from that swirling void a titanic crown formed high above, crafted entirely from black fire, suspended in the heavens like a divine emblem of dominion. + +And then, the assault began. + +From all sides, the shadow warriors charged—dozens of them, their white eyes glowing eerily, weapons poised to strike. Their movements were silent but relentless, each one cloaked in concept energy, each strike meant to kill. + +The ground quaked beneath their unified steps as they surged toward Max in a coordinated wave of violence. + +Max didn’t flinch. + +He didn’t retreat. + +Instead, he lifted his chin, met the tide of darkness with calm, and spoke again. + +"Emperor’s Judgment." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-552.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-552.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..179334f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-552.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 552: Supreme Master of the Seventh Floor" +slug: "ch-552" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 552 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1227 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment the words left his lips, the very sky split open. The flaming crown overhead pulsed once—then erupted. From it, thousands of black flame weapons burst forth, filling the sky like an ocean of death. + +Swords with glowing runes, spears forged from infernal light, curved scimitars that shimmered with edge-like intent, jagged axes, twin-bladed glaives, arrows aflame with ghostly trails—every weapon imaginable floated in the heavens, suspended in time for a breathless instant. + +Then they fell. + +Like divine punishment from above, the weapons rained down with terrifying precision. + +A black sword pierced straight through a shadow warrior’s skull, pinning him to the cracked stone. + +A spear tore through two at once, nailing their twitching bodies into the arena floor. + +A halberd cleaved a group in half, its flaming edge slicing through them like paper. Daggers spun midair and shredded limbs. + +An arrow shot straight through a warrior’s chest, detonating a burst of fire that erased him entirely. + +There was no room to run. No shelter. No defense. + +The arena became a canvas of destruction, every black weapon a stroke of finality. + +And as the last flaming knife embedded itself into the ground with a sharp hiss, silence reclaimed the space. + +No shadow warrior stood. Only flickering wisps of black fire floated briefly in the air—remnants of what had been. + +Max stood alone at the center of the devastation, the flaming crown above his head burning brighter than ever. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. + +The judgment had been passed. + +And then the arena began to tremble, space twisting, signaling his triumph and the arrival of the seventh floor. + +The arena dissolved like mist in the wind, and Max found himself standing upon what appeared to be the remnants of a grand temple—or perhaps a forgotten castle, its true identity obscured by time. + +The stone beneath his feet was ancient, weathered with cracks and engravings that told no tale he could read. Columns, once majestic, now stood broken and scattered, and the walls curved upward only to abruptly end in jagged edges where a roof might have once been. + +Above, there was no ceiling—only the open sky, stretching out in a vast canvas of blue, with a blazing sun suspended high like the eye of a god watching over the ruin. + +It was as though Max wasn’t in a trial or something but in a real world. It was very different from all the previous six floors so far for sure. + +’This is the seventh floor,’ Max thought, scanning the surroundings with narrowed eyes. ’Where one of the Three Supreme Masters resides.’ + +The very air felt still, dense, filled with tension—as though the temple held its breath in anticipation. At the far end of the structure, where time and ruin met, stood a shattered statue. + +What remained of it was monumental: half a torso, a broken crown, and a single stone hand stretched outward as if frozen mid-command. The base of the statue had collapsed, its pieces scattered like ancient bones across the dais. + +Then—suddenly—his Three Dimensional Body screamed. + +A disturbance. No, an attack. Fast. Precise. Silent. + +Max didn’t even blink. He smiled instead, as if amused by the very idea of surprise. + +Calmly, he tilted his head ever so slightly to the left. + +WHISH! + +A golden leaf whistled through the air, slicing past him at such speed that even without making contact, it stirred the wind hard enough to graze his cheek with its breath. It was so fast, so sharp, that for a moment Max’s senses felt delayed—only his Three Dimensional Body had warned him in time. + +’A golden leaf?’ Max thought, his expression still calm, though a flicker of intrigue sparked in his eyes. + +Whoever had attacked wasn’t just fast—they were refined, surgical. There had been no killing intent, no bloodlust. Only pure precision. + +And that meant one thing. + +The Supreme Master of this floor had arrived. + +"No need for sneak attacks," Max said with a calm smile tugging at his lips, his gaze casually scanning the ruined temple. "That might have worked on others—but against me, they’re useless." + +A melodic, almost mocking voice drifted through the open space, carried on a breeze that seemed to hum with amusement. "Is that so?" the voice replied, its tone light and charming, yet laced with a power that caused the stone beneath Max’s feet to thrum faintly in response. + +Before he could search for the source, the air shimmered a few paces ahead, and from thin air, a figure appeared—no dramatic entrance, no flash of energy, just existence slipping into being as though she had always been there.𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +She sat gracefully on a silver chair that hadn’t been there moments ago, one leg crossed over the other, a porcelain teacup held in her hand. + +Golden hair cascaded past her shoulders, gleaming under the sunlight. Her skin was like smooth ivory, unblemished and glowing faintly with a divine aura. Her ears, unmistakably long and pointed, marked her lineage instantly. + +But it was her eyes—sharp, ancient, radiant with centuries of knowledge—that truly marked her as different. She didn’t just sit in that chair; she owned the entire floor with her presence. + +Max blinked. "An elf?" he muttered, a trace of genuine surprise flickering across his face. Of all the things he had expected from the seventh floor, meeting an elven Supreme Master wasn’t one of them. + +The elf lifted her teacup delicately to her lips, took a quiet sip, and placed it gently down onto a small glass table that now accompanied her. + +She regarded Max with an expression of serene amusement, like a professor sizing up an overconfident student before a difficult exam. + +"You’re not what I expected either," the elven woman said with a soft chuckle, her voice delicate yet commanding, like wind chimes stirring beneath a thunderstorm. "In fact, in many ways, you resemble me." + +She set her teacup down again with a faint clink and stood slowly, her posture fluid, poised like flowing water. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight as her piercing gaze bore into Max, not with hostility, but with a strange melancholy curiosity. + +"You carry an elven bloodline in your body, as well as the bloodline of a Black Dragon. Just like me," she said, voice quiet but heavy with implication. "But yours... yours is unusual. I can tell your elven bloodline is nearly on par with your Black Dragon heritage, but its source—" she paused, frowning gently, "—has been severed. Taken. Severed away." + +She shook her head, a faint sigh escaping her lips, as though mourning a tragedy long past. "It seems you’ve suffered enough." + +Then she stepped forward, her presence pressing down slightly, not in violence but like the weight of time and memory. Her golden eyes glinted with sudden sharpness as she leaned slightly forward, her voice dropping into something low, probing, a whisper threaded with command. + +"Tell me," she said, "how is it that I sensed not one, but two Royal Bloodlines of the Elven Race from you? How can you come in contact with two person carrying the same bloodline? At a time, there can only exist a single Royal Bloodline... two should be impossible." + +The silence that followed her words was thick and expectant, like the hush before a storm, as if even the sun above waited for Max’s answer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-553.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-553.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..84a5095 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-553.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 553: Mysteries of his Divine Bloodline" +slug: "ch-553" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 553 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s brows furrowed the instant her words sank in, a deep unease taking root in his chest. At the same time, a quiet alarm flared in his mind. This elven woman... she’d seen through the existence of his elven bloodline without even trying. + +That was something even Instructor Virelia and Lord Harthorne—both powerhouses of the Divine Realm—had failed to detect. And yet, this woman pierced through it like she was flipping through a page in a book. + +’She must be able to see it because she’s an elf,’ Max reasoned, trying to compose himself, though his thoughts were already spiraling. Her question, though seemingly calm, had pierced right through to the root of something he hadn’t even fully processed himself. Two Royal Bloodlines? There was no way that was a coincidence. + +"You mean to ask," Max said slowly, buying time to gather his composure, "that I’ve come into contact with two individuals who possess the Royal Elven Bloodline... when only one is supposed to exist at a time?" + +The golden-haired elven woman nodded, her steps graceful as she circled him with a soft hum. "Yes. One of them had to be a being of great significance... likely a female, strong, pure in bloodline, perhaps of noble descent. Someone whose very essence once shaped the direction of the elven race." + +Max stayed silent for a moment, then spoke again, his tone casual but cautious. "I don’t know." It was a lie—one he had to tell. If there were two candidates, they were undoubtedly his mother... and Lenavira. + +He knew about Lenavira, and memories of his mother’s tragic fall—that tragic incident, that horrifying silence—flashed through his mind. Through that memory, he was sure that his mother carried a very special bloodline. + +The elven woman chuckled softly, the sound like a breeze through rustling leaves. "Lying won’t get you anywhere with me, little one," she said, voice teasing but firm. "As I said, only one Royal Bloodline can exist at a time. That is a fundamental rule of our race. Which means..." + +She paused before stepping directly in front of him, her golden eyes boring into his soul. "One of them has already... fallen or something had happened to them to cause the Royal Bloodline onto the other individual. + +Max’s eyes widened, his fists clenched as a slow horror rose in his chest. "What do you mean? What could have happened to them that caused this?" + +His voice cracked slightly, and he hated it. But the implications of her words chilled him to the bone. If only one could exist... then that meant... + +Was it his mother? + +Had her bloodline been transferred to Lenavira... because she had— + +His heart thundered in his ears. + +Max clenched his fists and took a deep breath, pushing back the panic that had surged through his chest. + +’No,’ he thought firmly. ’She isn’t dead She couldn’t be.’ He remembered it clearly—how his mother had restored his bloodline. That miracle, that gentle, golden warmth that flowed into him... something like that couldn’t come from someone who no longer existed. + +His mother had to be alive. Maybe not safe, maybe not whole, but definitely alive. + +His heartbeat slowly steadied as he clung to that belief. + +"It seems you’re familiar with that person," the elven woman observed with a knowing smile, her golden gaze sharp yet kind. + +"Don’t worry," she added, seeing the storm in his expression. "There are many reasons a Royal Bloodline can shift. Death isn’t the only one. Sometimes the bearer willingly gives it up—either through sacrifice, inheritance, or duty. And sometimes... the bloodline itself judges the host unworthy. In that case, it departs on its own and seeks out another more fit to carry its will." + +Max exhaled slowly, the tightness in his chest loosening just a little. His sister’s words echoed in his ears again—’they’re alive.’ She had been so sure. And he had felt his mother’s blessing before. It couldn’t have come from the dead. + +"They’re alive," he muttered to himself, his voice more certain now. + +Then, finally, he lifted his head and met the elven woman’s gaze. + +"It’s my mother," he said, his tone firm, steady. + +"I believe the Royal Bloodline belonged to her first. But... something happened in our family that caused the bloodline to reject her or maybe she gave it up. And now... it’s chosen someone else." + +He paused for a moment. "The second bearer is another woman. I met her recently, and... I’m sure of it now. The aura, the resonance—it matched. I think the Royal Bloodline has chosen her next." + +The elven woman tilted her head thoughtfully, her expression unreadable. + +"I see," she whispered, voice like leaves in the wind. "Do you know that woman?" She then asked. + +Max nodded slowly, his voice calm but guarded. "She’s a friend." + +The elven woman’s expression shifted, a sly curve forming at the corners of her lips. "If I’m not mistaken," she said in a tone laced with amusement, "you carry a bloodline known as the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, don’t you?" + +At her words, Max’s expression hardened instantly. His eyes narrowed just slightly, but he didn’t respond. His silence wasn’t confirmation—but it wasn’t denial either. He was more interested in where she was going with this than offering her anything upfront. + +The elven woman, as if reading the storm behind his calm eyes, continued smoothly. "Do you know the name of the Royal Bloodline I just mentioned? The one from your mother, the one passed to your... friend?" + +Max tilted his head, slightly puzzled. "I never heard its full name. Only that it was some sort of high-tier elven royal bloodline."𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +The elven woman smiled again, but this time her eyes gleamed with meaning. "It’s called the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline." + +Max’s frown deepened. His thoughts churned at once. ’Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline... and Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline.’ The names echoed in his mind like twin bells ringing in succession. Too similar to be unrelated. Far too close to be coincidence. + +"You wonder why the names are so alike," the elven woman said softly, as if she’d plucked the thought straight from his head. "It’s because these two bloodlines were meant for each other. Divine resonates with Royal and vice-versa. Once the resonification happen, both the host of the two bloodline would find their strength soaring to new heights." + +The elven woman’s gaze deepened, her golden eyes locking onto Max with an almost eerie clarity. + +"But it isn’t just that," she continued, her voice now heavy with something more than intrigue—reverence, perhaps. "There are far too many mysteries entwined with those two bloodlines. Since time immemorial, there have been only a handful of records noting the appearance of the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. And even then, the accounts are fragmented, veiled in contradictions and myths. The Royal Bloodline, despite its rarity, has always found a single host in each generation. It is constant. A royal marker that the Elven race holds sacred." + +She stepped closer to him, her voice quiet but sharp like a blade of moonlight. "But the Divine Bloodline... is different. Elusive. It appears for but a flicker of time—once every several millennia—and then vanishes as if it were a dream that reality itself forgets. Some claim it’s a curse; others call it a blessing that even the gods cannot understand. But one thing is certain—its existence has never lasted long enough to be fully studied, much less understood." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-554.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-554.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd36e9a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-554.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 554: Light Elemental Attacks" +slug: "ch-554" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 554 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1232 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max remained silent, absorbing the weight of her words. + +That his bloodline was this rare... this anomalous... was something he hadn’t expected, even with everything he had already learned about himself. + +The elven woman’s expression shifted again. This time, her gaze was piercing, almost searching. "Tell me," she said softly. "Have you ever... touched the one who carries the Royal Bloodline?" + +Max frowned, confused by the sudden shift in tone. "I have," he said carefully, his voice calm but wary. "I think it was when I was on the brink of death. I wasn’t fully conscious. But... I remember being held." + +A moment of silence passed. + +The elven woman’s brows knit slightly. "And during that moment," she asked slowly, "did you... see anything?" + +Max shrugged. "No, and even if I had, I can’t remember. As I said, I was on the brink of death, barely holding onto my life." + +"Strange," the elven woman muttered, her eyes narrowing in thought. + +Max smiled a bit and asked, "Can you let me pass now that you know I have the Divine Bloodline?" + +"Hehe," the elven woman chuckled lightly. "I would have let you pass the seventh floor for that, but you bear the Mark of Divinity—and for that, I have to test you." + +"Mark of Divinity?" Max frowned. "Do you know anything about it?" + +"I know. I know everything about it," she said with a mysterious smile as small golden leaves began to fly around her from all directions, dancing gently in the air before their edges sharpened into deadly focus. "If you want to know about the mark, you’ll have to get past me and enter the ninth floor for that." + +2 + +With those calm yet chilling words, the golden leaves suddenly shot toward Max like hundreds of golden bullets, each of them moving with terrifying speed and precision, lighting up the air as they neared him. + +But Max didn’t move. He stood there as if he had all the time in the world, as if those golden leaves were nothing more than falling petals. + +The first leaf hit him squarely on the forehead—Bang!—but it didn’t pierce his skin. + +It shattered into golden dust. + +Another leaf struck his chest, tearing his robe slightly—Bang!—but again, it failed to break through his skin. + +Dozens more followed, hitting his legs, arms, waist, and shoulders from every angle, each strike sharp and swift, but every single one of them failed to penetrate his body. + +They all bounced off, deflected as if they had struck a wall of divine steel. + +Not a drop of blood came out. Not even a scratch was left behind. It was as if his very body had become untouchable—impenetrable. + +The golden leaves kept hitting with insane speed, faster than bullets fired from a gun, slicing through the air like divine projectiles shot from the bow of a god. But the faster they hit Max, the faster they rebounded, bounced back, scattered into motes of golden light—as if they hadn’t collided with skin but something entirely foreign, something inviolable. + +It was as if his body wasn’t made of flesh and blood at all, but of some celestial material that rejected all harm by its very nature. The leaves came in waves, hundreds at a time, filling the space around him with streaks of glowing gold, their edges sharp enough to tear through space itself. Yet each and every one of them struck and shattered with a dull thud, unable to even shift the folds of his robes. + +Max didn’t flinch. His gaze was steady, unmoved, almost calm—as if he wasn’t being attacked at all but merely watching a harmless display of fireworks. + +The area around him echoed with the soft ringing sound of failed attacks, a chorus of defeat that seemed to grow louder with each leaf that failed to leave a mark. His body stood there like an unshakable monolith—untouched, unbroken, untouchable. + +"Those leaves are ineffective against—" Max muttered, but the words caught in his throat as a sharp sting suddenly shot across his right cheek. It was quick, almost like a whisper of pain, but it burned. + +His eyes widened slightly, and instinctively, he lifted his hand to the side of his face. His fingertips met warm liquid. Blood. + +He stared at his hand for a moment before glancing back toward the elven woman. + +"Your defense is commendable," she said, still wearing that tranquil smile, her voice gentle yet laced with an underlying sharpness. "But don’t think that any defense is impenetrable." + +As her words faded into the air, a single leaf floated before her, hovering gently like a feather on the breeze. + +But this one was different—vastly different. It wasn’t golden like the others. It was pitch black, dark as the void, yet it shimmered with a faint inner light, as if it were forged from condensed shadows wrapped in strands of sunlight. + +Max’s eyes sharpened. ’That leaf... it’s made of black flames, but there’s light mana infused into it too.’ + +He realized what she had done. She’d fused her golden light-element leaves with the corrosive sharpness of black flames to pierce his nearly indestructible defenses. It was a clever fusion and a cleaver attack. + +She had layered them, folded strands of black flame into the inner structure of her light elemental golden leaves, forging them into weapons that gleamed like dark sun but bit like molten steel. That was how she had cut through his defense, how one had finally drawn blood. + +And the realization struck a chord deep within him. He could do that too—no, he could do it even better. His Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline was a power far superior to hers. + +Where her bloodline sang with nobility, his roared with divinity. If her golden leaves could be sharpened by black flame, then his own leaves—should he learn to create them—would be blades of divine judgment. Brighter. Sharper. Stronger. The potential within him was terrifying. + +Yet, he hadn’t tapped into any of it. Not truly. The Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline remained an unexplored frontier within his body, a vast power hidden beneath the surface like a sleeping sun. + +But now he understood. He had seen what could be done with just a lesser version of the same energy, and it ignited something in him—a quiet urgency, a hunger to reach deeper, to awaken the full might of what lay within. + +’I will experiment with this bloodline later for sure,’ Max silently vowed, eyes cold with intent. This battle wasn’t just a test. It was a revelation. + +"Now, let’s do this again, shall we?" the elven woman said with a serene smile, as though they were about to begin a polite conversation rather than an intense battle. + +But her eyes shimmered with a dangerous light, one that warned of power that had yet to be fully revealed. + +At her words, all the golden leaves that had been floating like graceful feathers around her suddenly darkened, one by one, as if dipped into an inkwell of void. + +The transformation was not just visual—the atmosphere shifted instantly. A suffocating heat, the kind that distorted the air and made one’s skin crawl, began to emanate from the leaves. + +They were no longer beautiful or divine—they had turned predatory. The once radiant golden glow had been engulfed by writhing black flames, and what remained in their place were blades of condensed malice and destruction. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-555.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-555.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b92cca5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-555.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 555: A Perfect Counter" +slug: "ch-555" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 555 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1268 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max could feel the change in the air, as if the entire temple had taken a breath and was holding it. Each leaf, now cloaked in black flame, trembled faintly in the air, brimming with sharpness so refined it could slice through divine metal. + +She wasn’t holding back anymore. + +Max narrowed his eyes, watching as the swarm of pitch-black leaves slowly lifted around her in formation, poised to strike from all directions like a storm of death. + +The elven woman’s expression remained graceful, composed, but her intent was razor sharp. She had thrown down a challenge—and now, she was going to carve the answer out of him. + +But Max wasn’t worried at all. + +"Emperor’s Domain," he muttered softly, almost casually, as black flames began to flicker around his head. Within seconds, those flames surged upward, coiling and twisting until they solidified into a blazing black crown that hovered regally above his head, pulsing with quiet dominance. + +But that wasn’t all—high above the temple itself, as if summoned by the sheer gravity of his command, another crown formed. Towering, vast, and woven from the same black flames, it expanded until it stretched across the entire ceilingless temple, casting a dark glow over everything beneath it like a second sky. + +The moment that massive flaming crown took form, the air changed. It became heavier, almost reverent, as though the very realm acknowledged the arrival of a sovereign. A force not just of strength—but of control, of rule, of an emperor. + +The elven woman narrowed her eyes, her brows knitting ever so slightly. "This inheritance..." she murmured with rare seriousness. "To use it to this degree... one would need absolute perfection." Her tone lost its earlier calmness. "Only then could it hope to block my leaves." + +Without hesitation, she raised her arm, and the obsidian leaves that had hovered around her whistled through the air with a shriek—sharp, deadly, and infused with a divine authority of their own. + +They darted toward Max like arrows of light and darkness fused together, each one carrying enough force to pierce mountains and silence souls. + +Max didn’t even blink. + +The black flames swirling around him suddenly tightened, condensing into fine patterns that shimmered briefly—and then the first leaf formed. + +A single black flaming leaf, glowing like it had been dipped in ink drawn from the sun’s own death. Then a second. A third. A fourth. In mere heartbeats, dozens materialized. Then hundreds. Then thousands. + +They surrounded him like a black lotus blooming in the heart of an inferno—each leaf forged from the flame of his will, each shaped by the law of his authority. + +The obsidian leaves came. + +But so did his. + +With the twin flaming crowns above him and his eyes glinting with calm resolve, Max raised his hand—his will surged. And under the dominion of his Emperor’s Domain, every single leaf of his inheritance moved. + +Just at that moment, the elven woman’s attack came. + +Hundreds of sharp, flame-forged blades tore through the space between them like a tidal wave of light and shadow, each leaf spinning and slicing with impossible precision, all of them aimed directly at Max from every possible direction—above, below, left, right, even curving around space itself as if guided by divine will. + +The attack was no longer just an expression of power—it was art, devastation turned into choreography. A storm of darkness. + +But Max stood unmoved, the black flaming crown above him thrumming with energy, his expression calm—confident. His eyes remained still, but his mind worked like a clockwork engine at divine speed. + +Within him, the Three Dimensional Body always active, its omniscient perception expanding his awareness beyond mortal senses. Time seemed to slow in his vision, space itself laid bare like a map in his thoughts. + +Every leaf, every trajectory, every ripple in the air—they were all visible to him. He saw every incoming threat. He calculated each motion. + +He responded. + +His Emperor’s Domain stirred to life, and the thousands of black flaming leaves that floated silently around him moved in a single instant. Not randomly. Not in chaos. But with absolute precision. + +Each of Max’s leaves danced into the air like summoned spirits obeying a silent call, intercepting the incoming leaves one by one. A counter to every attack. A response to every angle. + +His domain wasn’t just overpowering—it was orchestrated, composed with the ruthless efficiency of a sovereign defending his empire. + +Two storms collided. + +The sky above the temple turned into a swirling canvas of fire and shadow. Leaves met leaves mid-air—black flames clashed with obsidian embers—and for every screeching impact, a brilliant shockwave rippled through the sky like cracks in the heavens. + +The temple shook beneath the might of their clash, the ground trembling not from force, but from the sheer authority that blanketed the space like a suffocating crown. + +One by one, the elven woman’s leaves were stopped—no, eradicated. They never reached Max. Not a single one. His leaves pierced through them, devoured them in bursts of black flame, or slammed them from the sky like meteors of sovereign will. + +He had mapped the entire battlefield before the battle even began. Nothing escaped him. Nothing reached him. + +The elven woman watched, her golden eyes wide, her lips parting slightly in a rare moment of awe. For the first time in millennia, not one of her obsidian leaves had touched her opponent. + +Not one. + +Max stood at the heart of it all, his crown burning brighter than ever. + +"Is that all?" he asked, not out of arrogance—but certainty. In his domain, only one Emperor reigned. + +The elven woman’s eyes widened, her delicate brows arching high as she stared at Max with a mixture of disbelief and rising excitement. + +"You have mastered that inheritance to perfection in just two months’ time?!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with shock but tinged with admiration. + +Her gaze swept over him again, this time no longer with the air of casual superiority she had worn earlier, but with the seriousness of someone recognizing a true genius. + +"Amazing," she murmured, almost to herself, golden eyes gleaming like twin suns as a smile slowly curled at the corners of her lips. "It seems like the Mark of Divinity has chosen a good one this time around." She gave a small nod, as if acknowledging a rare truth she had been waiting to see. + +But the awe in her tone quickly shifted to delight—bright, thrilling delight, like the thrill before a thunderstorm. She stood straighter now, her golden hair shimmering in the sunlight filtering down through the ruined temple roof, and her hands gently twirled in the air as mana surged around her like a tide. + +"But don’t think you can get past me this easily," she said, her grin blooming into something fierce and untamed. Her entire demeanor shifted in an instant—from graceful elegance to boundless intensity. "Until now, I’ve never had a reason to go all out. Not once, since the creation of the Nine Dragons Painting. No one ever reached this far while still having the strength to stand before me." + +Her eyes glowed, bright golden like ancient runes being awakened, and the pressure that erupted from her body turned the wind heavy, sharp, and scorching. + +"But now... now I’m excited." She raised her hand, and the sky above them dimmed slightly as if responding to her call. "So come, bearer of the Mark of Divinity—let me see how much you’re worth. Let me go all out—for the first time in an eternity." + +And with those words, her aura flared like a golden wildfire, and the true battle finally began. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-556.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-556.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7f321a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-556.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 556: A Conceptual Domain formed from restrictions" +slug: "ch-556" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 556 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Golden lights burst forth like a tidal wave, radiating from one side of the elven woman’s form, while from her other side, black flames coiled upward like serpents devouring the wind. Her aura surged violently, splitting the air itself between brilliance and annihilation. + +The air hummed and crackled, not with thunder but with divine tension. + +Max narrowed his eyes. "Concept of Light and Concept of Flames?" he muttered, his expression sharpening with caution. + +Dual-element comprehension was already rare among top geniuses, but the way her aura blended those two opposing forces in seamless harmony sent an undeniable warning through his instincts—this wasn’t just mastery; this was embodiment. + +Suddenly, behind her, something bloomed—slow at first, then blindingly fast. A golden radiance erupted from the stone floor, and before Max’s eyes could fully adjust, a colossal, humongous tree shot up through the broken roof of the temple. + +It cracked the skies like a divine spear taking root in the heavens. Its trunk pulsed with strands of pure light energy, and its branches stretched wide like the arms of a celestial titan. + +Each leaf shimmered like molten gold, drifting down and disintegrating before they could touch the ground, as if even gravity bowed before their purity. + +But it didn’t end there. + +The stone tiles beneath Max’s feet trembled, then burst apart as golden blades of grass pierced through them. One by one, the cracked floor gave way to sprawling fields of luminous grass—each blade casting its own soft glow. + +Trees of light sprouted from the edges, forming a vast forest of divine splendor. Some were small, barely taller than Max, while others towered like ancient monuments, their boughs heavy with radiant fruit pulsing with warmth. + +The ruins of the temple vanished under this living, breathing miracle—subsumed by a forest forged from pure light, a manifestation of nature reborn through divinity. + +Max stood surrounded by brilliance—an entire world now cloaked in golden radiance. The air was thick with sacred pressure, the scent of ozone, and something deeper—something ancient and watchful. + +"So this is your domain..." Max whispered, eyes scanning the surreal landscape that had replaced the battlefield. The light was blinding, the warmth deceiving. + +This forest was beautiful... but it was built to kill. + +"When I was young, this was home," the elven woman said softly, her golden eyes reflecting the forest of light that surrounded them. Her voice carried a strange mixture of nostalgia and solemnity, as though the shimmering trees around them were more than just a conjured attack—but a memory. "It’s called Breezing Weather Forest." + +She let her fingertips glide through a floating golden leaf as it passed her shoulder, the delicate motion stirring small ripples in the luminous air. + +"And this... this isn’t my domain," she added, her voice dropping just slightly into a more formal tone. "It’s my attack. My comprehension of light—has reached a realm beyond ordinary concepts. I cannot call it a mere ’concept’ anymore. But because I am bound by the laws of the Nine Dragons Painting, I have to restrict my strength to the peak of the Expert Rank. That restriction... twisted my technique. What you see now isn’t what it’s truly meant to be. This is a mutated form—one shaped by limitation." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly as he gazed at the trees, the grasses, the sacred energy flooding through every inch of the golden forest. + +"This isn’t a domain attack?" he asked, disbelief tinged in his voice. Everything about it screamed domain—from the overwhelming suppression to the way it consumed the battlefield and reshaped it entirely. + +The elven woman shook her head, a gentle smile brushing her lips. "My true attack is called Divine Slash of Judgment. When executed at full strength, it doesn’t summon forests or cover the ground in radiance. It simply lands." + +Her gaze turned sharp, deadly. "And when it does, the target’s body turns into a construct of light, frozen in a moment of truth... before being cleaved cleanly in half. It’s swift, merciless, and leaves no trace behind. But here, inside the painting, where power is forcibly capped and condensed... the technique turned into this—a forest of divine light meant to entrap and gradually burn away an opponent’s strength and will. A beautiful illusion." + +Max remained silent for a breath, slowly scanning the forest once more. Everything glowed, everything pulsed. The trees didn’t bend with wind—they shimmered with stillness, light gathered in every leaf like judgment awaiting release. "So this entire forest is a mutation of a single sword attack..." + +The woman’s smile deepened. "And the sword has yet to fall." + +Just then, Max’s Three Dimensional Body flared to life, sensing an anomaly—a pinpoint of death tearing through space. A narrow beam of black light, almost invisible to the naked eye, cut across the golden forest like a streak of vengeance. + +It came from behind, fast and silent, aimed squarely at his spine with killing intent that made even the air tighten around him. + +Max’s instincts screamed. In one smooth motion, he spun around and sent a black flaming leaf streaking toward the incoming attack. The leaf whistled through the air, a trail of searing fire behind it as it collided with the black beam. + +Katcha! + +The sound was sharp, unnatural—like a blade slicing through brittle bone. Max’s leaf was cut in half instantly, disintegrated with no resistance. His pupils contracted. That wasn’t just a focused beam of light. + +It was something far more refined—compressed destructive will channeled into a razor’s edge. Something forged not just with power, but terrifying precision. + +With no time to spare, Max extended his hand forward and gave a silent command. + +Whoosh—! + +Hundreds, then thousands of black flaming leaves surged out from behind him, circling in waves like a sea of blades. They flew forward in a tide of fire, clashing head-on with the beam. + +Bang! Katcha! Bang! Katcha! + +Each impact exploded in a brief burst of heat and sparks—but the beam didn’t falter. It cut through every leaf effortlessly, carving a path of devastation straight toward Max. + +The leaves were nothing to it. One after another, they shattered and scattered, their flames flickering out like dying embers in a storm. In seconds, his entire defensive curtain had been shredded. + +The golden forest flickered, reacting subtly to the carnage, as black firelight danced through the trees. + +Max narrowed his eyes. He was no longer watching the leaves—his focus was now on the beam itself, still coming for him with relentless momentum. It hadn’t slowed. It hadn’t wavered. It moved like a judgment passed by a higher will, aiming to cleave him where he stood. + +’I need something stronger,’ Max thought as he raised his hand. Black flames swirled around his palm, condensing into a long, sharp-edged blade that crackled with chaotic energy. + +A sword of pure flame and will, forged from the very essence of the black flames. + +Just as the beam of black light reached the edge of his aura, the flaming sword launched from his side like a bullet, tearing through the air with a violent roar. + +Whoosh! + +The tip of the sword met the beam of light midair, and for a moment, the world froze. + +Bang! + +The clash echoed like a thunderclap splitting the sky. Black flames erupted on one side, and the razor-thin light beam flared with divine sharpness on the other. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-557.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-557.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..be57aca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-557.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 557: Three Inheritances at the same time!" +slug: "ch-557" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 557 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1407 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The sword didn’t shatter this time. But it trembled. The beam didn’t tear through it immediately—but it pressed, steadily, slowly, with horrifying force, grinding its way forward like a divine needle piercing a mountain. + +Max’s feet slid an inch across the cracked temple floor as he maintained control of the sword, pushing his inheritance to its very limits. + +It pushed him too even though he wasn’t directly using the sword with his own hands but controlling through the crown. + +The sword and beam screeched against one another in midair, locked in a ferocious tug of dominance. Sparks and tendrils of black lightning radiated outward, tearing through the golden trees around them. + +The temple walls groaned from the shockwaves, and fissures spread across the ground like a spider’s web. + +Max grit his teeth, pouring more energy, more command into the sword through the Emperor’s Domain crown hovering above him. "You will not pass," he growled, flames flaring from his back like wings. + +The sword flared brighter. + +The beam pulsed harder. + +Then— + +CRACK! + +The tip of the sword began to break apart, chunks of molten flame flaking off into the wind, but the beam finally halted. The collision point surged in brightness, devouring air, mana, and sound itself. And then— + +BOOM!!! + +A shockwave burst from the impact site, throwing wind and golden light outward in every direction. Black and gold fire intertwined as the beam finally fragmented and shattered into nothingness, consumed by the violent feedback from Max’s sword. + +Max stood breathing lightly, his sword broken into fragments that slowly crumbled into ashes at his feet. + +But he was smiling. + +He had stopped the beam. + +However, one thing unsettled Max the most—a flicker, a moment, a glimpse that haunted the edges of his thoughts even now. + +When his thousand black flaming leaves had been destroyed by the elven woman’s beam, he had seen something through the lens of his Three Dimensional Body—something strange. + +Just for a fraction of a second, right before they crumbled into embers and vanished, his black flaming leaves had glimmered gold. Not a reflection, not a distortion, but a complete shift—a transformation. + +For that sliver of time, they had become golden leaves. Not flaming constructs of dominion and wrath, but radiant, delicate fragments of light. It was almost as if they had been rewritten—converted—into something else entirely, as though their very essence had been peeled away and replaced with something alien to their origin. + +And then, they had been obliterated. It was exactly as the elven woman had explained earlier: her attack doesn’t kill you directly—it turns you into a construct of light first, and then slices through that construct with divine precision. + +Max had seen it for himself now. Not a theory, not a metaphor, but a terrifying reality. Her Concept of Light had somehow bypassed the normal resistance of his black flames and momentarily overwritten them, leaving them helpless against the follow-up attack. + +It wasn’t just power. It was authority—a deeper form of Law. A system of rules that sought to dominate everything beneath it. + +And the realization that even his own meticulously forged inheritance techniques could be bent, reshaped, and dismantled like that—if only for a breath—sent a chill down his spine. + +"How could your Concept of Light overwrite my Concept of Flames completely?" Max asked, his voice steady but tinged with genuine curiosity. He wasn’t angry, nor was he trying to argue—he simply wanted to understand. + +What he had witnessed wasn’t something that could be brushed off as a mere fluke. It was calculated, precise, and frighteningly effective. + +For someone who had mastered his inheritance to perfection, the way his black flaming leaves were so easily converted, rewritten at their core, disturbed him on a fundamental level. + +The elven woman smiled gently, a glimmer of amusement flickering in her golden eyes. + +"Don’t think too much," she said lightly, her tone almost teasing. "As I mentioned earlier, what you’re calling my Concept of Light isn’t really a concept in the strictest sense. It’s been restricted by the rules of the Nine Dragons Painting to appear that way. Outside this place, in the Divine Realm, it exists in a form far beyond what your realm even comprehends." + +She walked slowly through the golden grass as she continued, the breeze catching strands of her hair as if nature itself paid reverence to her words. + +"In truth, it is something greater than a concept—something closer to what your world might one day call a ’Sovereign Principle’ or a ’Primordial Law.’ But here, I must wear the mask of ’Concept of Light’ to keep the balance." + +Her smile returned, faint and wistful. "And so, it wasn’t hard for my light to override your flames. Also my attack isn’t just force—it rewrites the target. Converts it. Breaks down the concept behind it and replaces it with mine. So yes, it’s not surprising it happened. My attacks are designed that way." + +Max stood quietly, absorbing her explanation. It wasn’t arrogance that she spoke with, but truth—a truth wrapped in ancient experience and a power that couldn’t be faked. + +"I get it," Max said with a calm nod, his voice low but resolute. "Let’s continue." + +"Continue?" the elven woman tilted her head, smiling as if she found his resolve amusing. "You barely blocked my last attack. Do you truly think you can stop it again?" + +Max shrugged, unconcerned. "I underestimated that beam of light earlier. But it won’t happen again." + +"As you say," she replied with a soft chuckle, her golden eyes glowing faintly. + +But even before her words had fully left her lips, Max’s Three Dimensional Body detected it—multiple spikes of hostile mana converging on his position. His senses flared. + +From every direction, beams of blackened light tore through the golden world around him like divine javelins screaming through the sky. Each one was laced with the same deadly fusion of Light Concept sharpened by black flames, a storm of piercing, rewriting energy aimed to end him from every angle. + +"Due to my attack turning into a domain, I can also use my attack like a domain as well," the elven woman said with a gleeful glint, her voice echoing across the radiant forest. She stood there, a figure of luminous calm amidst chaos, watching as her judgment came raining down like divine punishment. + +But Max... he only grinned. + +"Now we’re talking," he muttered as his eyes flared with a molten gleam of battle intent. "It’s time I use all three inheritances at the same time." + +A thrill ran through him—not fear, not recklessness, but pure, sharp excitement. He smiled, wide and fearless, then his body tensed, shoulders squaring as the storm within him was unleashed. + +Flame Tyrant roared first—black flames erupted from beneath his skin, wrapping his arms and legs in violent, dragon-shaped coils. His veins glowed faintly beneath his skin, like liquid lava flowing in place of blood. + +His fists clenched and expanded into black flaming gauntlets that pulsed like living creatures. From his spine sprouted flares of black flames, mimicking the silhouette of wings. + +Crimson Reaper followed—silent, precise. Around him, translucent black spheres blinked into existence, layered across every angle like floating orbs of judgment. They shimmered with barely contained force, each one a self-contained prison of heat and control. + +Black Sun was still active, the flaming crown above his head casting waves of oppressive pressure down on everything in its range. The giant crown hovering in the air burned hotter, brighter, casting black shadows across the entire golden forest. His authority grew. Constructs began to flicker into being—blades, halberds, shields, serpents, beasts—all within the domain of his will. + +The moment all three merged, the air twisted violently. The ground cracked. The sky dimmed. + +The Flame Tyrant provided brutal force and body-enhanced dominance, the Crimson Reaper supplied absolute control and protection, and the Black Sun expanded his imagination into pure authority. Together—they didn’t just overlap—they amplified. + +Max’s aura exploded outward in a storm of layered concepts, elements, and force. It was wild, suffocating, chaotic—yet strangely beautiful. A perfect fusion of violence, logic, and dominion.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Even the golden forest trembled. Trees of light flickered as if unsure whether to obey their mistress or bow before a new god of flame and power. + +The elven woman’s smile faded, replaced by genuine surprise for the first time. + +"You... you really are something else," she whispered, golden eyes narrowing. "So the Mark of Divinity really did choose a monster." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-558.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-558.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06d4e92 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-558.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 558: Full Strength Attack!" +slug: "ch-558" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 558 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The wings behind Max flared open with a burst of black flame, and in the next instant, he took off like a bullet fired from the heavens. The golden forest warped around him as he moved, the earth scorched in his wake, and then— + +Boom! + +The first black beam of light tore through the air toward him like a judgment passed by the gods. Max didn’t flinch. His mind moved faster than thought, his Three Dimensional Body processing every trajectory, an dsgle, and ripple of the approaching attacks. + +His Black Sun Inheritance responded first. With a wave of his hand, a wall of enormous black flaming shields materialized in the sky—twelve in total—forming a spiraling wall in front of him. The first beam hit— + +KRAK! + +—ripping through five of the shields before finally being diverted upward, screaming into the sky. + +The second and third beams came from opposite flanks. + +"Crimson Entrapment," Max muttered, eyes sharpening. + +Instantly, two black flaming spheres formed midair like twin stars, intercepting both beams. The moment the beams collided with the spheres, the spheres warped—absorbing part of the force, distorting, trembling violently—and then shattered like glass. But the delay was enough. + +Max moved. + +He zipped forward, his hands transforming mid-flight. Black gauntlets reshaped into talon-like claws, and then with a snarl of his aura, each claw turned into a black-bladed sword. Two more beams came screaming in from above. Max’s body twisted mid-air, and— + +SLASH! SLASH! + +He sliced both beams clean in half with his flaming blade-arms, but the shockwave still blasted him backward through the air. + +He twisted again, righting himself with a flare of his wings. "Let’s try something new," he muttered, raising both hands. + +From the crown of the Black Sun hovering high above, a wave of constructs flooded the sky—swords, spears, chains, phoenix-shaped firebirds, all formed from black flames. He wasn’t just defending anymore. + +Now he attacked. + +Ten black flaming birds shrieked downward like missiles, their forms blazing through the golden canopy toward the source of the beams. + +Several collided with the fourth and fifth beams, detonating into violent explosions of infernal energy. Two beams fizzled into smoke. The others veered off-course. + +The sixth and seventh beams struck from below like fangs. + +Max stomped his foot mid-air, and the Crimson Reaper pulsed. Spheres formed beneath him—dozens—spinning in a protective spiral. As the beams hit them, they broke apart—but so did the beams. + +Max dove again, his gauntlets reshaping into a long scythe of pure black fire stretching from elbow to fingertip. + +"Flame Tyrant First Form: Blazing Fang!" he roared, and in a sweeping arc, he cleaved through the eighth beam just before it reached his chest. + +But the ninth and tenth were closing in—fast. + +His eyes narrowed. + +With a thought, his Black Sun constructs surged. Ten massive obsidian chains burst from the floating crown above and snapped forward. Each chain coiled around the oncoming beams like serpents, dragging their trajectories apart, tangling them in midair.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +The beams struggled, howling like wounded beasts—but Max had already prepared his final move. + +"Crimson Entrapment." His voice was cold. + +A massive sphere—the size of a house—formed around him, enclosing Max inside. The two final beams smashed into the sphere with the force of collapsing stars. It trembled. Cracks began to spread. But it held. The energy drained into the walls of the sphere until— + +Silence. + +The beams faded. + +The flames wavered... and Max emerged, his body pulsing with the layered power of all three inheritances, armor of flames clinging to his limbs, his breath steady, his gaze locked on the elven woman. + +The golden forest shuddered. Somewhere in the distance, the sky trembled. And the elf, still standing among her golden trees, stared at him in awe. + +"Amazing! Amazing!" The elven woman burst into laughter, her voice laced with wild delight as her golden hair fluttered in the winds of chaotic power. "To think... to think that you would master all three top inheritances to perfection level. Good! Very good!" + +Her eyes gleamed with fierce excitement, as if she had just discovered a rare treasure. "You pass the trial of the seventh floor—no question about it—but..." she raised a single finger, her tone suddenly deepening into something more ominous, "I want to see... if you can take the full strength of my attack." + +Even before her words finished echoing, the entire golden forest reacted. Whoosh! A tidal wave of black flames surged outward from behind the elven woman, racing across the divine forest in an instant. What had once been trees of light, soft grass of radiance, and an ancient tree stretching into the sky—were now burning in darkness. + +Everything... everything was devoured. The humongous tree behind her became a pillar of shadowy inferno, the glowing flowers disintegrated into black ash, and even the very air turned thick with cinders. The ground beneath Max’s feet trembled violently. + +’What’s going on?!’ Max’s expression changed as he looked around, and what he saw made his heart skip a beat. + +The forest—the entire forest—was moving. + +No, shifting. + +The scorched blackened trees, the crumbling cracked terrain, the fiery air—all of it was warping. The edges of the world around him began to curve upward, slowly but unmistakably bending, as though the very space he stood in was curling into itself. + +A chilling realization dawned on Max. The forest wasn’t disappearing... it was transforming. + +It was becoming a sphere. + +The flat expanse of the forest—once endless in every direction—was folding upward, encasing itself into a shell. What had been the surface was becoming the interior. + +Trees cracked and bent inward, pulled along invisible lines of pressure. Flaming debris and ash were being dragged toward the center. Everything was falling inward, not from gravity—but from intent. + +The outer layer of the world was slowly becoming the spherical shell of a prison—one forged from black flames and divine light—and Max was being drawn into its core. + +"What in the world is this...?" he whispered, eyes wide as the burning world collapsed in on itself. His instincts screamed at him: this wasn’t an attack. It was a divine execution. + +And it was coming for him. + +’I need to do something.’ Max’s thoughts raced as his eyes scanned the rapidly collapsing world of burning black wood and warping light. The forest-turned-sphere was folding faster now, curving from every direction like the jaws of a colossal beast ready to devour him whole. + +He looked around for the elven woman, hoping to ask her something but she was nowhere to be seen. The golden-haired figure, once so radiant and vibrant, had simply vanished, as though swallowed by the darkness she herself had conjured. + +’Is she gone?’ he wondered, narrowing his eyes as he activated his Three Dimensional Body vision. Instantly, the world transformed—threads of energy, movements, and life became visible in his mind’s eye. + +And there she was—outside the crumbling infernal sphere, standing at a vantage point, arms folded, her long golden hair dancing in the storm of heat and flickering shadows. She was observing. Watching him with amused curiosity, as though witnessing the final test of something she had long waited for. + +"You said I passed the trial, right?" Max’s voice rang out, echoing strangely across the warping battlefield as he raised his voice toward her distant form. "Then can I use my other concepts and attacks now?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-559.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-559.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..744d3a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-559.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 559: An attack that can’t be blocked" +slug: "ch-559" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 559 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1278 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The elven woman tilted her head and smiled, her voice carrying unnaturally across the space between them. + +"Haha, you can," she nodded graciously. "Since you’ve already passed the test, the result of what’s going on doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve met the requirement. So even if you use other concepts or inheritances—outside of the True Inheritance Hall—it doesn’t matter now." + +She smiled deeper, her golden eyes gleaming with expectation. "You passed fair and square. Whatever you do next... is your decision." + +Max’s lips curved slowly into a smirk, his eyes narrowing as he turned back toward the collapsing world around him. Flames crackled. Space trembled. The sky, or what remained of it, bled golden-black light. + +"Then it’s time," Max muttered, his voice laced with battle intent. "Let me show you what I can really do." + +He drew his black sword slowly, reverently, as if waking an old, dying friend for one final journey. Both hands gripped the hilt tightly, knuckles whitening under the strain. Raising the blade above his head, he inhaled deeply, and then—released. + +The Concept of Severing Sword burst forth like a tide unshackled. The pressure was immense, oppressive. The blackened ground beneath his feet, once scorched and cracked from the earlier battle, disintegrated entirely, erased from existence as if wiped clean by some celestial decree. The very concept of earth had ceased to be where he stood. + +His sword trembled violently, as if screaming under the strain of channeling something far beyond its limits. He held on. Max held on. + +’Don’t break now. Just be with me one last time,’ he prayed inwardly to the blade that had been with him through hell and blood and triumph. The blade cried under the concept’s weight, but he gritted his teeth and clung to it anyway. + +Above him, around him, the blackened forest—now fully engulfed in flames—was on the verge of becoming a perfect obsidian sphere, a domain of judgment conjured by the elven master. Only one jagged crack remained, an opening barely wide enough to see him through, and through that narrow rift stood Max—small, steady, defiant. + +His eyes closed. + +"The true essence of the sword," he whispered, as the chaos stormed in around him, "...is not to kill." + +He stood still. Even the trembling of his sword faded as he breathed out. + +"It is not bloodlust. It is not conquest. It is not dominance." His voice was quiet, yet it resounded with strange clarity through the howling domain. + +And then, silence. + +Max had erased the world outside. Not physically, but in his mind. The black flames, the collapsing forest-sphere, the elven woman, even his own fear—they were all gone. Nothing remained but the sword and the concept. + +"The sword exists to cut apart all things that bind," he muttered, the power rising again, "all things that chain, all things that corrupt the soul... all things that block one’s path." + +Black light surged violently along the length of the blade. It was no longer trembling. It was singing. + +"It is to sever everything." + +With those final words, Max simply swung his sword down. There was no flourish. No dramatic roar. No exaggerated movement. It was just a single, clean stroke—so pure, so refined, so silent that the air itself seemed to pause in reverence. + +The Severing Sword concept flowed from him like the edge of divinity itself, invisible yet undeniable.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +The moment the sword descended, it was as though reality had been issued a verdict. + +SLASH! + +A faint ripple flickered through the air like a paper being sliced by an unseen blade. + +And then... silence. + +The forest—the twisted, blackened realm that once stood tall in divine majesty—remained still. The spherical structure hovered, ominous and unyielding, as if mocking the very act of resistance. + +But then, slowly, ever so slowly, a thin glowing seam appeared across the entire surface of the black sphere, as though a divine line had been drawn with surgical precision. + +It stretched from the lowest roots of the flaming trees to the highest arcs of the darkened sky, curving perfectly across the sphere’s surface like a celestial scar. + +The seam pulsed once. + +Then—CRACK! + +The entire forest-sphere split in half. + +With a soundless shudder, the two massive halves peeled away from each other, revealing a dazzling chasm of raw, blinding emptiness in between. + +Trees sliced clean through their cores fell apart in two burning fragments. Scorching golden grass disintegrated into weightless particles. Everything—trees, ground, sky—was severed in absolute symmetry. There were no jagged edges, no chaos, no resistance. + +Just purity. + +The severed halves collapsed away from each other, burning into cinders before they hit the ground, swallowed by the void left behind. + +Max stood at the very heart of the devastation, his sword now lowered, his eyes calm. + +’That felt good.’ He thought. + +He hadn’t just cut a forest. He had severed a reality. + +And in that moment, the silence was louder than any explosion could ever be. + +The elven woman stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the remnants of what had once been her divine attack—now reduced to drifting ash and glowing embers, gently dissolving into nothingness. + +Her golden forest, her masterpiece of light and flame, had been severed in one clean strike—neither resisted nor endured, but simply ended. It was something she could never have imagined, not in all the trials she had overseen for countless years within the Nine Dragons Painting. + +A single slash. From a Seeker Rank genius. + +It defied comprehension. + +"Good. Good," she finally muttered, her tone filled not with frustration or envy, but awe and admiration. "Your level of genius knows no bounds... and we definitely need someone like that." + +Max, still suspended in the void where the forest had once engulfed him, turned his gaze toward her. His black sword rested in his hand, silent and calm now, but its weight felt deeper—like it had become a part of him. + +His eyes locked onto hers, composed and steady. "Now can you tell me about the Mark of Divinity?" he asked, his voice even. + +The elven woman’s expression turned solemn. "I can’t." Her answer was immediate, unwavering. "I know what it is, I know its origin... but I can’t tell you. Not here." + +Max frowned slightly, his brows drawing together. "Why?" + +"Because the truth of the Mark of Divinity... lies on the ninth floor," she said softly. "Only those who walk into the final truth are permitted to know it." + +"Ninth floor?" Max echoed, his frown deepening. He remembered Lady Virelia and Lucia saying that not a single soul—neither from the mortal world nor Divine Realm—had ever set foot on the ninth floor of the Nine Dragons Painting. Yet here she was, speaking of it as if it were within reach. + +"Don’t worry." She smiled gently, her golden hair flickering like light itself. "You will enter the ninth floor for sure." + +And then, the space around Max began to shimmer. A soft blue glow enveloped his body, rising from his skin like mist dancing in moonlight. The void around him quivered, responding to some ancient command he didn’t understand. It was time. + +But just as the light began to claim him, the elven woman spoke again—her voice low, urgent. + +"Remember this," she said, her eyes suddenly sharp and piercing. "Your strength is still too low. There’s not much time left. Hurry up and grow up fast. Reach the Divine Realm. Time is running out." + +Before he could respond, before he could even form a thought, the void shattered around him like a glass mirror breaking—and Max vanished, swept away by the light. Her words echoed in the fading silence, sinking deep into his heart. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-56.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-56.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..321850f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-56.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 56. You are disqualified" +slug: "ch-56" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 56 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1172 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max heard them and smiled wryly, shaking his head lightly. Even he hadn’t expected to have such low ranks for his affinity with fire. + +’I guess a high skill level doesn’t mean much except for combat power,’ he thought depressingly as he began walking toward where everyone else stood after testing. + +But he hadn’t gone far when someone blocked his path. It was Ryan, the supervisor of the recruitment test. + +"You are disqualified," Ryan said directly. + +"What?" Max froze. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. + +’No, I have to do something,’ Max thought as he looked at Ryan, using the Flame Creation skill. Immediately, flames burst forth from his hands, their intensity so high that it caused people to sweat. + +Ryan’s eyes went wide with shock as he sensed the temperature and strength of the flames burning in Max’s hands. "A flame elemental skill at level 10, or is it level 20?!" he exclaimed in shock. He couldn’t believe that a fifteen-year-old kid could have such a high-level skill, especially after recently learning it. + +Everyone else in the crowd was shocked when they heard Ryan. Their mouths hung open in disbelief. They understood that to have such a high level of mastery over a skill, one would need to have a very high rank class and, on top of that, possess a very high affinity for the element of the skill they were practicing. + +Even then, increasing skill levels would happen at a very low rate unless one had special privileges, yet the growth would still be faster than the average person. + +Max smiled embarrassingly at the stunned expressions of the crowd and Ryan, saying, "Actually, the skill is only at level 5, but since my class is flame-oriented, it increases the intensity of my flame-related skills, boosting their overall strength." + +"I see," Ryan said in understanding and turned toward a certain direction. + +Max frowned as he noticed this and also looked in that direction but didn’t see anyone. + +"Just let him pass this test. We’ll know if he lied in the second test," a voice said from behind Max, causing him to spin around quickly. + +It was then that Max saw the speaker: a middle-aged man with red hair combed back. Half his face appeared to have burn marks, and a serious expression was constantly etched on his face. + +"As you say, Master," Ryan said respectfully before turning to Max. "Go and stand with the others." + +Max nodded and walked over to the group of successful candidates, but he noticed that they were giving him strange looks. + +’Underestimate… underestimate me more…’ Max sneered inwardly as he stood silently with the group. + +Then, he suddenly noticed that the man with the scar on his face, who had been standing in front of them, was nowhere to be seen. + +After his little stunt, the test continued for another hour or so before it finally ended. + +Although nobody surpassed high rank in affinity except for Lyra, almost everyone had passed the first test. + +"Alright, the first test is over. Follow me for the second test," Ryan said loudly as he headed toward a certain direction. + +The young men and women who passed the first test followed silently behind him, under the watchful eyes of the bald man and the heavily built man. + +They were led to a large coliseum of sorts. Upon entering, they noticed that the coliseum resembled a stadium, with hundreds of people seated around it. At the center, there was a large, empty area for battle. + +"This is where your second test will take place," Ryan said, looking at everyone. "Though I must warn you, there’s a chance you might die inside." + +The young men and women took a deep breath and nodded. They had already expected this, but even so, they dared to participate because they were willing to take the risk just to enter the Phoenix Order guild. + +Seeing no one back out, Ryan continued, "The rules are simple. Once you enter the arena, 100 monsters of level 10 will spawn. Your task is to kill as many as you can." + +Everyone nodded in understanding, their faces solemn. They understood that this was the most important part of the test. If they didn’t perform well here, they would fail and miss the chance to join the guild. + +"Uh, what is the highest number of monsters anyone has killed here?" Just then, someone asked an audacious question. + +Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was none other than the silver-haired kid with level 6 strength and the lowest fire affinity. + +"Look at this idiot asking questions as if he wants to break that record." + +"I wonder why he even bothers to take part in the test with such low strength." + +"Maybe he thought if he’s lucky, he’ll get a chance here." + +The young hunters sneered and mocked Max for his question. They thought he was a fool who didn’t know his own strength and was just trying his luck. + +However, Max didn’t pay attention to anyone and just stared at Ryan for answers.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Ryan sighed upon seeing Max’s look and said, "It was a long time ago, around three years ago, I guess. There was a genius called Freya Voidwalker who killed a total of 91 monsters before she teleported out." + +Max’s eyes went wide when he heard this. He was stunned and astonished. He hadn’t expected that his sister held the record for the highest number of kills in this test. + +Everyone else was also shocked by the number "91." It wasn’t a low number, and hearing that someone before them had reached that amount meant her strength must have been overwhelmingly powerful. + +"What? Shocked?" Ryan chuckled upon seeing Max and everyone else’s astonished expressions. Read new adventures at empire + +He smiled and continued, "The passing number is 20. If you kill 20 or more monsters, you’ll pass the test. But if you manage to kill 50 or more, you’re guaranteed to enter the Phoenix Order guild." + +Everyone’s breath quickened at Ryan’s words. Although they had heard about the 20-kill requirement, their minds focused on what he said afterward: reaching 50 kills or more would guarantee their place in the guild, which made them excited. + +Seeing their excited faces, Ryan said solemnly, "Reaching 50 kills is tempting, but believe me, when you’re pushing yourself to the limits, surrounded by tens of monsters lunging at you, you’re risking your life. You’re dancing on the edge of life and death. One mistake, and you’ll be devoured by the monsters." + +Everyone swallowed hard. They knew the risk, but very few would be satisfied with only 20 kills, knowing that, although they passed the second, they hadn’t truly passed in the recruitment test. + +They knew many of them would be eliminated when the final results came out. Their journey would end before it even started. Such was the fate of those who failed, and chances were that almost half of the young hunters gathered here would meet such a fate. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-560.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-560.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..50db697 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-560.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 560: Creating History...Again" +slug: "ch-560" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 560 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Outside the Nine Dragons Painting, a tense silence settled across the arena as all eyes remained locked on the ancient mural. The instructors and gathered geniuses watched intently, tracking the glowing dots that represented the participants still undergoing the trials inside. + +One by one, those dots had flickered out—each disappearance marking the failure or removal of a challenger. Until, at last, only a single dot remained. + +All others had been kicked out. + +All but one. + +That one dot, unmoving for what seemed like an eternity, glowed steadily on the seventh floor. And everyone watching knew exactly who it belonged to. + +"...He’s taking too long," Jason muttered, arms crossed, a frown shadowing his face. "He’s been stuck on the seventh floor for far longer than expected. Honestly, he should’ve either advanced or been kicked out by now. I don’t think that Supreme Master—especially that elf—would toy with anyone. Either you pass or you don’t." + +Lucia, standing beside him with her arms also folded, stared at the lone dot. Her voice was cool, but laced with interest. "Do you think he’ll make it? Enter the eighth floor?" + +Jason exhaled. "Honestly? No. It’s practically impossible. Only a few ever entered the eighth floor, and those were the most monstrous beings in history—legendary prodigies who stood above everyone else. In our generation? Nobody. Not a single genius has managed to reach that floor. I don’t think Max is the exception to that." + +"Hmm." Lucia nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering, fixed on the single glowing dot in the painting. Though her words were neutral, her expression betrayed the intensity of her thoughts. + +A short distance away, Lady Virelia stood in silence as well. Her usually calm and distant demeanor was strained with focus. Her eyes hadn’t moved from that seventh floor dot in what felt like an hour. + +She said nothing, but her clenched fists and tightened jaw revealed the storm of thoughts racing through her mind. + +Everyone was waiting. + +That single glowing dot... it held the attention of the entire arena. + +And then—without warning, without buildup, without any sign or sound—the dot representing Max blinked out from the seventh floor and reappeared instantly on the eighth floor. + +For a moment, there was a stunned silence, as if the world itself had forgotten how to breathe. The crowd standing before the Nine Dragons Painting froze completely, their expressions stuck mid-sentence, mid-breath. + +It was a moment so surreal, so sudden, it shattered the calm that had built up around the arena like glass struck by a hammer. A collective gasp echoed seconds later, spreading like wildfire. + +"What—?!" one genius blurted out, rubbing his eyes frantically as if dust had gotten into them. "No way... that dot—it moved! It moved to the eighth floor!" + +"No, that can’t be right!" shouted another, his face twisted in disbelief. "Check again! That must be a mistake! The seventh floor was his limit—he was there for too long!" + +"It’s real! I’m looking at it! He’s... he’s really on the eighth floor!" a young woman cried out, pointing a trembling finger at the mural. + +The atmosphere broke into a wave of murmurs, exclamations, and gasps. Some shouted in awe, others shook their heads in disbelief, unable to accept what their eyes had just seen. + +A few even backed away from the painting instinctively, as if the glowing dot on the eighth floor might suddenly leap out at them. + +Dozens of instructors who had stood unmoving for hours leaned forward with widened eyes, faces hardening with serious contemplation—this wasn’t just rare, this was history in the making. + +Jason’s jaw dropped open mid-comment. His lips moved, but no sound came out at first. He blinked several times, then slowly turned to look at the mural, a nervous chuckle escaping him. + +"No... freaking... way..." he muttered, stunned beyond comprehension. "He actually did it?" + +Lucia’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, her composed face cracking as her mouth parted slightly in disbelief. "He... passed?" she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. "He really passed the seventh floor..." + +Lady Virelia stood completely still, her cloak fluttering lightly in the breeze, but her body was frozen in place. Her lips tightened, her gaze locked onto the single glowing dot now burning brilliantly on the eighth floor. + +Even she—someone who had trained many geniuses and witnessed the rise and fall of countless talents—was shaken. + +Her thoughts spun in disbelief. ’Even the Divine Realm’s top geniuses... even they couldn’t... but he...’ + +Gasps continued. Conversations burst across the viewing stands like sparks on dry grass. A chorus of names filled the air. + +"Max Morgan..." + +"From the mortal realm..." + +"The first in this era... to ever reach the eighth floor..." + +A new legend was being born before their eyes. And the entire crowd knew it. + +The realization struck like a thunderclap. That dot—small, glowing, silent—had shifted to the eighth floor, and yet its weight felt like it had shaken the very foundations of the Black Dragon Palace. + +The arena, once filled with idle conversations and half-hearted banter, had now transformed into a storm of disbelief and reverent murmurs. + +"He’s not just a genius... He’s a monster. Only monsters have entered the eighth floor in the past," someone whispered from among the instructors. + +"A mortal-born... made it to the eighth floor..." an elderly expert muttered, staring at the painting as if seeing a divine revelation unfold. + +Even those who had dismissed Max earlier—calling him arrogant for challenging the Grimes Family, labeling him overconfident for standing beside Lucia Grimes in the Flame Tyrant dome—now stood speechless, their pride swallowed by the immensity of this moment. + +Jason slowly leaned back, exhaling deeply. "That lunatic actually did it..." he said, a half-smile creeping onto his face. "Lucia, your rival just rewrote history." + +Lucia didn’t reply. She stared ahead, her arms folded, lips pressed together, and brows knitted. Her pride flared inside her like a storm, but even she couldn’t deny what she saw. She had tried and failed. Thrice. + +Yet Max had passed the floor she couldn’t. Not just passed—it seemed he had even earned the acknowledgment of the one who guarded it. That wasn’t just talent. That was terrifying. + +"Who is he really..." she whispered under her breath, the weight of her words lost in the chaotic buzz of the crowd. + +Lady Virelia, meanwhile, had closed her eyes. Not from disbelief, but from something deeper—acceptance, pride, and the dawning of something far greater. + +"You were right, Harthorne," she murmured to herself. "The Mark of Divinity wouldn’t choose wrong." + +All eyes were now glued to that single glowing dot, burning like a lone star on the eighth floor of the Nine Dragons Painting. A symbol. A declaration. + +Max Morgan... was no longer just another name among geniuses. + +He had become the storm. + +*** + +Meanwhile, Max found himself standing on a vast, open plain covered in lush green grass that swayed gently with the wind. The soft breeze brushed against his skin like a whisper, cool and soothing, and carried with it the scent of wildflowers hidden somewhere amidst the gentle hills. + +Above him stretched a sky so blue and cloudless that it looked painted, a quiet canvas of serenity, starkly contrasting the intensity of the trials he had just endured. The entire landscape breathed tranquility—no battle cries, no scorching flames, no pressure from ancient legacies—just peace. + +’This is... Peaceful.’ Max thought feeling the soft current of wind flowed through him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-561.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-561.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..901db80 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-561.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 561: What would you do?" +slug: "ch-561" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 561 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1206 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +It was indeed peaceful but not without a person living in this place. + +At the heart of this calm expanse stood a humble wooden hut, its roof slightly slanted, its surface aged and weathered by time, but well-kept and inviting. It looked like the sort of place someone might build if they wanted to leave the chaos of the world behind. + +No guards, no seals, no overwhelming aura radiating from it—just a quiet home in the middle of an endless field, like someone had come here to find solitude or perhaps to retire from the burden of greatness. + +Max stood still for a long moment, eyes narrowed with curiosity. After all he had seen in the Nine Dragons Painting, he hadn’t expected the eighth floor to be... this. It wasn’t a battlefield, a towering trial, or a test of blood and flame. It was a place of stillness. + +And yet, Max knew better than to trust appearances. Anything that looked this peaceful—especially in a trial meant to crush geniuses—had to be hiding something extraordinary. + +He walked toward the hut with slow, steady steps, each footfall oddly loud in the silence of the grassy plains. As he drew closer, Max took in the simplicity of the structure. + +It was a small hut built of old, weathered wood with a few wild vines curling around its sides, as if nature itself had partially claimed it over time. A tiny stone chimney protruded from the slanted roof, thin trails of smoke lazily drifting into the blue sky, proof that someone—or something—had been there recently. + +The door was plain, made from thick slabs of oak, and slightly cracked along the edges with age. + +Max raised his hand to knock, but before his knuckles could touch the surface, the door creaked open slowly on its own, revealing the warm glow of firelight from within, as if silently inviting him to step inside. + +Cautious but composed, Max entered. + +The air inside the hut was warm and comforting, carrying the faint scent of burning wood and dried herbs. It was a single-room dwelling, compact and uncluttered. A round wooden table stood in the center with a pair of chairs tucked neatly beneath it. + +In one corner, a small bed was made with thick quilts folded perfectly atop it. Shelves lined one wall, filled with scrolls, jars of unknown content, and a few worn books. The chimney, made from stacked river stones, dominated the opposite side, where a small fire flickered gently, casting soft orange hues that danced across the wooden walls. + +Above it, a black iron kettle hung from a hook, steaming slightly as if it had been prepared just moments before. Everything inside felt lived-in, yet untouched—like the home of someone who had gone away but expected to return. + +Max remained silent, letting the strange peace of the hut settle into his bones, knowing deep down that this place was more than it appeared. + +Just then a voice entered Max’s ears from behind him. + +"You shouldn’t enter someone else’s house uninvited, young lad." The voice was deep, heavy, and steady—like the low rumble of thunder just before a storm. + +Max instantly turned around, fully alert, every muscle in his body tightening on instinct. His gaze met that of a middle-aged man stepping through the door with logs of firewood stacked over one shoulder and an axe resting against the curve of his other arm. + +The man had a thick beard and short, dark red hair that glinted slightly in the firelight, and his presence alone filled the cozy hut with a quiet intensity. + +Without a word, the red-haired man walked past Max, set the logs carefully beside the chimney, and leaned the axe against the wall. + +After brushing the wood chips off his palms, he finally looked back at Max, his eyes calm but sharp. "Sit," he said simply, gesturing to the chair nearest the fire. Then he settled onto the small bed with practiced ease, as though this was a routine that hadn’t changed in centuries. + +Max obeyed and took the seat quietly, watching him closely. After a few seconds, he asked the obvious, though the answer was already certain in his mind. "Are you one of the Three Supreme Masters of the Black Dragon Palace?" + +The man gave a small nod, his expression unchanged. "I am," he said, voice steady as ever. "It’s been a long while since someone stumbled their way to the eighth floor of the Nine Dragons Painting. Not many make it this far, you know." He studied Max in silence for a moment longer, then asked, "What’s your name, kid?" + +"Max Morgan," Max said, his voice calm and respectful. + +"Max... a good name," the man nodded, eyes twinkling with a flicker of interest. Then he leaned back slightly, resting his broad hands on his knees and finally introduced himself, "I am Ragnar Wornd. You can just call me Ragnar."𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +"Uhm... Master Ragnar, what is the trial of the eighth floor?" Max asked, the curiosity in his voice genuine, untainted. + +"Ah, the trial," Ragnar muttered with a small sigh, as if recalling something he had left behind ages ago. "I remember it now." + +But the moment Ragnar turned to face him fully, something in the air shifted. His eyes sharpened, no longer relaxed, but focused—like steel being drawn. + +"Tell me," he asked, voice low and calm, yet laced with gravity. "What would you do if you had to kill ten innocent people to save someone like your mother? Would you still do it? Kill them to save her?" + +Max’s heart stopped for a second. His breath hitched. His eyes widened ever so slightly before a chill ran through him like a blade drawn along his spine. His entire body stiffened. + +"What kind of question is that?!" he snapped, voice rising as anger flared within him. + +"It’s just a question I’m curious about," Ragnar replied evenly, as if Max’s outburst didn’t faze him. His voice held no judgment—only quiet expectation. "What would you do, truly, in that situation?" + +Max stared at the man, his mind racing. Was this really just a question? Or was this the trial? Was this hut, this warmth, this man—was all of it a veil for something far darker? And then there was the mention of his mother. That name alone stirred something primal in his heart. + +After a long breath, Max’s face turned cold, sharp like a blade unsheathed in frost. His voice was steady, but there was pain behind the steel. "I would kill the ten innocent people... if I had to. If it meant saving my mother, I would do it without hesitation." + +Ragnar didn’t flinch. He simply narrowed his eyes, as if peering into Max’s soul. "Killing innocents?" he asked slowly. "Won’t they have families? Friends? Won’t they have mothers of their own waiting for them to come home? Fathers who raised them? Lovers who believed they’d return? You’d end all of that?" + +Max’s jaw clenched. The words sliced into him like invisible knives. He had thought the answer was simple, but Ragnar’s calm voice twisted the blade inside him. Guilt and resolve warred within his chest—but still, his gaze didn’t waver. + +He had his own resolve to carry out. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-562.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-562.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cdb3dfd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-562.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 562: A Debate" +slug: "ch-562" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 562 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1235 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I don’t know why you’re asking these questions, or what kind of twisted goal lies behind them," Max said, his voice colder than frost. "But know this—if I have to sacrifice a million innocent people to save my family, I’ll do it. Without a hitch. Without hesitation. Every time." + +His tone never rose, but it held the weight of immovable conviction. "My family is everything to me. They are my past, my present, and my only future worth fighting for. And if protecting them means burning the whole world to ash, I’ll set the flames myself and walk through them." + +He stood then, not out of defiance, but as if his body could no longer contain the cold fury within him. + +"Those so-called innocents you speak of?" Max continued, his gaze unflinching. "I don’t care about them. I don’t even know them. Their lives mean nothing to me—not when measured against the people I love." + +He stepped forward, shadows from the fire dancing against his frame like flickers of black judgment. "They can curse me. They can hate me. But in the end, they’re weak. They ended up in a situation where I had to kill them, and that’s not my fault. That’s the cruelty of the world. I won’t carry guilt for choices I never asked to make." + +"That won’t justify for you killing so many innocents, does it?" Ragnar asked. + +"I’m no saint. I’m no hero. I never asked to be." Max said, voice quieted, but it was like the edge of a blade drawn across skin. "I’m just a man who refuses to lose his family ever again. And therefore it doesn’t matter what do I need to keep them safe." + +The silence afterward was deafening. Only the faint crackling of the fire remained. Ragnar stared at Max for a long time, the weight of those words lingering in the room like smoke that refused to fade. + +Ragnar stared at Max for a long moment, the weight of his answer settling into the small wooden hut like a fog. + +Then, slowly, he stood up from the bed, the firelight glinting off his weathered features. "And that, Max, is how tyrants are born," he said, voice low, not in anger but in something heavier—disappointment, maybe, or sorrow. "The moment you justify killing innocents for personal love, for personal desires, you become no different from those you claim to hate." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak, letting the man continue. + +"You say you’d sacrifice a million people for your family—do you think that makes you strong? That’s not strength. That’s obsession. That’s selfishness dressed as loyalty." + +Max scoffed, taking a slow step forward, "Spare me the idealism. I’ve seen what the world does to good people. Saints die early. Heroes rot on forgotten battlefields while the people they swore to protect keep killing each other. My strength is survival. It’s protecting what matters—what’s mine." + +Ragnar’s gaze hardened. "And what if everyone thought like you? What if every man deemed his grief justification, every woman deemed her pain permission? How long before the world collapses under the weight of a billion selfish ’justifications’?" + +Max’s expression flickered, but the fire in his voice didn’t waver. "Then the world should’ve built better rules. You think I want this? I didn’t choose to live in a world where people die screaming just because they were too weak to fight back. But I did choose not to be one of them." + +Ragnar stepped closer now, shadows dancing over his face. "You confuse love with possession. Family is not a shield for sin. There must be a line, Max. A point where you say—’This far, no further.’" + +Max met his gaze without blinking. "And who decides that line? You? The heavens? The Gods? The Black Dragon Palace? No. If I don’t draw that line, someone else will. And they won’t draw it in my favor." + +Ragnar studied him silently, the fire casting both their faces in flickering amber. "You are terrifyingly honest," he said at last. "And that might be your greatest strength... or the seed of your greatest downfall." + +Max didn’t flinch. "Then let it be. I’d rather fall for those I love than live for those I don’t." + +For a moment, the hut was silent again, the debate settled like an unseen weight between them, and Ragnar, with a heavy breath, slowly sat back down on the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. + +"Maybe that’s your truth," he muttered. "But I hope one day you see that strength isn’t just about holding on to the people you love... sometimes, it’s about letting go of what you shouldn’t destroy to keep them." + +Max didn’t reply—not because he had no words, but because he had already spoken everything he believed. + +Ragnar’s eyes narrowed slightly, his face losing all signs of the casual calmness he carried before. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, and looked Max dead in the eyes. + +The cozy warmth of the hut around them seemed to vanish under the weight of the silence that followed Max’s question. + +"This trial," Ragnar finally said, his voice deep and steady, "is not about some debate on morality, and it’s definitely not about me trying to change your ideals." + +He paused, letting the weight of his next words settle in. "It’s about truth. About whether you can speak your truth without flinching. Whether you can live with it. Whether, when the blood is on your hands, you still call yourself righteous or look away and pretend it was necessary." + +He stood up, walking over to the crackling fire, his back to Max. "And I’ll be honest with you, Max. I don’t like your truth. I don’t like how easily you discarded the lives of the innocent. I’ve seen tyrants say those exact words—people who believed the world owed them something simply because they lost someone. People who became monsters in the name of love, vengeance, or justice. And all of them, every single one, believed they were doing the right thing." + +Ragnar turned around, eyes burning with a quiet fire. "You think your answer makes you strong. But to me? It makes you dangerous. Unpredictable. And dangerously close to becoming the very kind of man who burns the world just to light his own way." + +Then he exhaled, shoulders loosening just a little. "Still... you didn’t lie. And that’s what this trial is. You were true to yourself. That’s the first step. Whether I like your truth or not, the painting accepts it." + +He added with a distant look in his eyes, "There have been others, you know—others who managed to reach this floor, who walked through the same door you did. Geniuses, talents blessed by world, the kind that made waves wherever they went. But when they sat in that chair and I asked them the same question I asked you, their answers were different—too different." + +Ragnar sighed. "They hesitated. Their eyes darted around. They tried to measure their words. And worse, they lied. Lied to me, and more importantly, lied to themselves. Some tried to appear noble, said they would never harm an innocent no matter the cost. Others gave vague answers, talking about fate, justice, balance, and the greater good. But I saw through them. They didn’t believe what they said. They were simply afraid of what speaking the truth would reveal about them." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-563.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-563.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d522f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-563.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 563: Sought out by the Great World" +slug: "ch-563" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 563 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +His tone became full of disdain. "People like that? They’re the worst kind. The ones who wear masks even in solitude. The ones who will change their principles the moment the wind shifts. They lack conviction. They lack the spine to stand firm when everything turns against them." + +He walked towards the window watching the grasses sway away gently from the drifting wind. "And though they reached the eighth floor—a place meant only for those of rare will and rare talent—I know deep down that they won’t achieve anything great. Not because they weren’t strong, but because they weren’t anchored. They’ll drift through life, making choices based on what sounds right instead of what they truly believe. They’ll falter when it matters most." + +He glanced back at Max, his expression unreadable. "That’s why I said I don’t like your truth, but I respect it. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t hide. That makes you dangerous—but it also makes you real. And that’s what this trial is all about." + +With those words, Max’s body began to glow in gentle blue light. + +Ragnar then turned to Max, his voice low but powerful, filled with something deeper than mere warning. "This world is heading toward something it cannot yet comprehend, Max. A time of peril, of cracks spreading through the very fabric of peace and reality. In such times, the world doesn’t just need strength. It needs anchors. It needs those who will not bend in the storm." + +He added. "Heroes, yes—but not just those who smile and save. It needs monsters willing to bear the weight of impossible choices. Geniuses who stand above the masses. Who can defy the natural order of things. And that’s where you and many others come in." + +He stepped forward, his eyes meeting Max’s as the light grew brighter. "But know this... I hope, with everything I’ve seen and everything I’ve known, that a day never comes when the choice I gave you today becomes reality. Because if that day does come... if you are truly willing to burn the world to save what you love—then you won’t be the savior they hoped for. You won’t be the guardian of order. You’ll become the very chaos they feared." + +His voice dropped into a whisper, heavy with meaning. "Be strong, Max Morgan. But above all... be wise." + +The glow engulfed Max completely then, and with a final shimmer of light, he vanished from the hut, leaving behind the quiet creak of wood and the sigh of a dying fire. + +*** + +Max found himself standing in a magical place. He took in a slow breath, his eyes scanning the dreamlike landscape around him. + +The sky above was a tapestry of infinite stars, each glowing with a brilliance that felt closer than it should have been, as if the heavens had bent just to shine for this place. + +Beneath his feet, the earth glowed faintly with natural luminance—soft grasses swaying gently in the cool breeze, tiny blue and green plants pulsing with a gentle light. + +The entire ground shimmered faintly with ether, as if the world itself was alive with spirit and ancient wisdom. + +’This gives the feeling of the spirit dimension I have but somewhat of a lower quality.’ Max mused. + +And then came the voice—deep, wise, and carried by the wind with strange resonance. "Someone finally got past Ragnar?" + +Max turned toward the voice and saw a tall, robed middle-aged man approaching. His presence was quiet but undeniable. Long strands of bluish-black hair flowed down his back like rippling silk, and in his hands floated wisps of actual spirits—gentle, ghostly beings in various forms, some shaped like birds, others like fish or dragons, their translucent bodies glowing with shifting colors. + +Despite their ethereal nature, they didn’t seem restless or dangerous. They clung to the man calmly, as though drawn by his very essence. + +"Young man," the middle-aged man said as he stepped beside Max, his voice calm and ageless, "you must have many questions." + +His expression was one of serene wisdom, a man who had seen the rise and fall of countless eras. "Let us walk. I shall answer what I can," he added, already beginning to move down a winding path that trailed through the glowing forest. + +Max, still silent and processing the surreal beauty of this place, nodded and stepped forward, falling into stride beside the man who, without a doubt, had to be the final guardian—the last of the Three Supreme Masters of the Black Dragon Palace. + +The man gently stroked one of the softly glowing spirits floating near his shoulder, his expression distant yet warm, like someone reminiscing about a long-forgotten melody. + +Max watched him, every step they took through the starlit grass feeling like they were walking across time itself. + +"What is the trial of this floor? Or should I ask what the last three floors are all about?" Max finally asked, his voice low but firm. The questions had been stirring within him ever since he spoke with the elven woman and Ragnar. Something about their words had planted a heavy weight in his chest. + +This wasn’t just about power anymore. He could feel it. + +Kane didn’t answer immediately. He simply smiled at a spirit drifting near his palm, then slowly said, "You can call me Kane, if you will. As for your question..." He paused, watching a wisp swirl upward toward the stars. "Let’s say these trials—no, the entire Nine Dragons Painting itself—is a failsafe." + +"Failsafe?" Max frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Failsafe for what?" + +"For many things," Kane replied, still watching the spirit disappear into the sky. His answer was vague, but there was a gravity behind his tone that silenced Max momentarily. + +But Max wasn’t done. + +"Then... what is the Mark of Divinity?" he asked, the question finally leaving his lips with the weight of all his confusion and curiosity behind it. + +Kane walked for a moment longer before finally answering. "The Mark of Divinity..." he murmured, almost to himself. "It’s a mark bestowed only upon those whose existence has caught the attention of fate. A mark for those whose actions will destined to affect all and everything." + +His eyes shifted to Max—calm, unreadable, ancient. "It’s a mark given to those whose fate has grand plans. Those chosen by the great fabric of existence. Those sought out by the great world itself. The Mark does not promise greatness—it signals potential. A terrifying, boundless potential." + +Kane turned back to the starlit path, his tone quiet but clear. "For us—the creators of this place, and those who protect it—it is an indication that the one who bears the Mark of Divinity may not be the one we long awaited, but... he might still change everything. He might still carry the weight of eras. He might still burn paths no one dares walk." + +Max walked in silence beside Kane, his mind stirring with thoughts that refused to settle. The stars above twinkled gently, but even their calm rhythm couldn’t quiet the storm in his head. + +Kane’s explanation echoed in his mind like a soft drumbeat: "Those chosen by fate. A terrifying, boundless potential." + +That alone had been enough to make Max’s chest tighten. But then he recalled Ragnar’s heavy warning—the way the man had said, "perilous situation..." and the elven woman’s final words: "Time is running out." + +Those were not just casual remarks. They carried urgency, weight, perhaps even fear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-564.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-564.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8025c88 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-564.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 564: A True Dragon" +slug: "ch-564" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 564 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max exhaled deeply, the cool breeze brushing against his skin as he finally broke the silence. "I understand now... The Mark of Divinity only chooses those with a fate too vast to remain ordinary. It’s like a signpost, one that fate leaves behind for people like you, to say—’watch this one.’" + +He paused briefly before continuing, his voice firmer. "But there’s something I don’t get. The elf master told me to hurry up and grow stronger. Ragnar told me the world is teetering toward something dangerous. Why? What did they mean by that?" + +Kane didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he smiled softly, as if fondly amused by Max’s keen observation. "Ah... those two," he said, chuckling under his breath. "They always worry too much, even though they hide it behind riddles and riddles wrapped in fire and light. Don’t let their words cloud your heart. They see things... through different eyes." + +He turned to Max then, the starlight reflecting in his calm, ancient gaze. "They’re anxious, yes. But don’t mind them too much. They have their reasons, and their burdens." + +Max opened his mouth to press further, but Kane raised a hand gently to stop him. "Come," he said warmly, motioning toward the shimmering edge of the grassy field. "Let me show you something." + +No sooner had Kane’s words left his lips than Max’s surroundings blurred and shifted, and in the very next moment, he found himself transported to a place that felt ancient and boundless. + +The sky above was void of stars, as if the heavens themselves had been swallowed by an eternal shadow, and a deep, cosmic silence hung in the air. + +Then Max saw it—and what he saw nearly stole the breath from his lungs. + +Towering in the distance, coiled across a blackened expanse of earth and sky, was a dragon. But not just any dragon. It was a Black Dragon—so massive that Max couldn’t comprehend its true size. + +Its scales gleamed like polished obsidian dipped in cosmic fire, every shift of its body echoing across the plane like distant thunder. + +Just looking at it was like standing before the embodiment of divinity itself. Max’s knees nearly buckled from the sheer pressure emanating from the beast. It wasn’t mere strength—it was sacred, reverent, overwhelming. + +His entire being screamed to kneel, to worship, to fall prostrate before this godly creature whose aura pierced the soul. + +But then, in the depths of that overwhelming presence, something stirred within Max. + +A pulse. + +A roar. + +His bloodline awakened like a sleeping titan roused from slumber. A storm of golden and shadowed energy surged through his veins, his heart pounded like a war drum, and with it came power—unshakable, defiant, ancestral. + +In that moment, the weight of divinity pressing down on him shattered. The awe, the trembling reverence, the urge to kneel—all vanished like smoke in wind. + +Max stood tall, his eyes steady and unflinching. No longer did he feel small before the godlike dragon. Now, he saw it not as a being to worship—but as a being to understand, perhaps even challenge. + +His bloodline had spoken—and through it, Max understood. He was no lesser being. Whatever destiny lay before this dragon, his own was just as great... if not greater. + +"You carry the bloodline of my ancestor..." The dragon’s voice rumbled like the echo of an ancient mountain collapsing, each syllable drenched in gravity and ancient power.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Max stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. ’Ancestor?’ he echoed silently, the word reverberating in his mind. And then, in a quiet moment of clarity, the truth struck him like lightning. + +Of course. It made perfect sense. His bloodline had always been different—purer, stronger, more potent than any variant of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline he had ever encountered or heard about. + +It hadn’t come from some distant offshoot or diluted line—it had come from the origin. The ancestor. The source of all. His bloodline wasn’t just special; it was primal. An inheritance from the progenitor of dragons itself. + +That explained its overwhelming dominance, the effortless suppression it carried, the authority that rivaled even the strongest bloodlines of the Black Dragon Palace. + +But just as that truth settled into his chest, something else stirred—violently. His blood roared once more, burning in his veins, and he turned, sensing a pull so fierce it was as though every drop of blood in his body was being drawn toward something. + +His gaze landed on it. Tucked away in a basin of soft, ancient earth—cradled by bluish natural energy and surrounded by softly pulsing spirit essence—was an egg. + +A dragon egg. Black, about the size of his two clenched fists, and covered in tiny, jagged markings that shimmered faintly under the glow of the surrounding spirits. Max’s eyes widened in astonishment. + +The sheer vitality emanating from the egg was staggering—it was alive, not dormant, and it pulsed in rhythm with something deep inside his own body, something ancient and buried. + +’A dragon’s egg...’ Max thought in shock. + +Today had already overwhelmed him—a legendary trial, battles that tested his limits, the truth of his two bloodlines—and now, standing here, face to face with a true dragon and staring at a living dragon egg, Max realized one thing with stark certainty. His day couldn’t get anymore shocking. + +Just then dragon’s deep, ancient voice lingered in the air like a vibration of the heavens. "This egg is from the Primordial Era, an era where gods truly walked the world." The words carried weight—so heavy they seemed to press down on the very space around Max, as if the truth they contained defied the present reality. + +Max’s heart skipped a beat. ’Gods?’ he muttered, mind whirring as thoughts tangled together. His gaze shifted from the colossal dragon to the softly pulsing black egg that rested like a slumbering titan in the nest of glowing natural energy. Spirits drifted lazily around it, not guarding it—but revering it. + +Max had seen divine power before. Mark, the so-called god who almost manipulated him, had once called himself such. But even Mark—powerful as he was—had been bound, scattered, imprisoned. His soul was split and sealed all across Acaris. + +What kind of god was that? + +Max now realized. Mark was a god only by the standards of Acaris or other small worlds. In the Divine Realm? He would be a footnote, another ancient relic in a sea of stronger, truer beings. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-565.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-565.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..776a138 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-565.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 565: A Dragon’s EGG" +slug: "ch-565" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 565 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Do gods truly exist in this world?" Max asked, his voice low, almost reverent, as he gazed at the softly glowing black egg nestled in the shimmering energy field. + +The question wasn’t asked casually—it was born from the awe that had taken root in him ever since he could think, ever since awakening his class. + +The colossal black dragon stirred slightly, its enormous wings tucked neatly against its body as its ancient eyes stared into Max’s very soul. "They do," the dragon replied calmly, its voice a thunderous whisper of eternity. "But not now. Not anymore." + +The dragon’s gaze drifted toward the egg, and for a moment, a flicker of something like sorrow passed through those timeless eyes. "This egg is a remnant. A sleeping heir. It was conceived from a direct descendant of the true dragons—my ancestor—during the Primordial Era. That was a time when gods walked openly in the Divine Realm, when the laws of heaven weren’t studied—they were written by their hands. But something happened. A calamity, a reckoning, a shift so vast even our kind could not escape it." + +His voice deepened, almost mournful. "That event shattered the foundation of that divine age, and the egg, which was meant to awaken under the light of true gods, could no longer grow. It was trapped between the echoes of a dead age and the silence of this one. It could not remain in the Divine Realm, for the world has changed too much... so it has slept here, in the heart of the Nine Dragons Painting, bound by the last breath of the old world." + +Max looked again at the egg, the bluish pulses of natural energy throbbing from it like a heartbeat. It wasn’t just an egg—it was a legacy sealed in time, a testimony of an era no longer remembered, kept alive in a place beyond reality. + +And standing before it, Max suddenly felt something stir within him. A whisper. A call. As if the sleeping god inside was calling for him, calling to his bloodline. + +’What is this feeling?’ Max stood in front of the dragon egg, stunned. + +It hadn’t even hatched, and yet something within it reached out to him—not with words, not with presence, but with a strange, ancient calling that tugged at the core of his soul. + +The egg looked harmless, unmoving, nestled gently in the cradle of natural energy and watched over by wandering spirits, yet standing there, Max felt something stir inside him—something deep and primal. It made no sense. + +How could something unborn, something still waiting to emerge into the world, exert such influence over him? His instincts screamed recognition, connection—something far older than blood. + +Just then, Blob’s calm voice echoed in his mind, breaking the silence. + +"Put this egg in the spirit world," it said firmly. "The spirit world inside you is the best place for its growth. True dragons and spirit creatures aren’t that different when it comes to nurturing. And if that egg is truly of primordial origin, then your spirit world might be the only place it can grow properly." + +Blob’s voice echoed once more in Max’s mind, this time firmer and more persuasive. "Besides, a true dragon is of ancient origin, Max. Far more than just a beast. Their connection with time, law, and essence is beyond comprehension. If you can form a bond with one while it’s still unhatched, give it a place to grow naturally within you, the benefits you’ll receive later could be unimaginable. Don’t let this opportunity slip through your fingers." + +Max’s gaze hardened, his eyes locked on the egg that pulsed with faint bluish energy. The connection he felt wasn’t just fleeting or coincidental—it was real, as if he could feel the connection between them. + +"I can help the egg grow naturally," Max said aloud, his voice steady and resolute as he looked up at the towering black dragon. + +In the end, he made his decision—not because Blob had urged him, not because he was promised unimaginable benefits, but because something deeper stirred within him. It was a sense of duty... a silent oath to the origin of his own strength. + +This egg, ancient and slumbering, came from the same primordial source that pulsed through his veins. According to the black dragon, his bloodline was that of its ancestor, and now here, before him, lay another remnant of that same lineage—a fragile, unhatched dragon from an era when gods walked the world. + +It felt like fate. No, more than that—it felt like a full circle. + +The power he wielded, the strength that set him apart, wasn’t just some random blessing. It came from something, from someone, and that someone had left behind this egg. It was too great of a coincidence to ignore. + +And so, standing in the sacred stillness of that glowing chamber surrounded by spirits and timeless energy, Max took a breath and offered his help—not out of ambition, but reverence. + +He would give this egg a place to grow, a world inside him where it could flourish naturally. It was the least he could do for the bloodline he bore. A silent gesture of gratitude... and perhaps, the beginning of something even greater. + +There was a pause. Then the dragon’s golden eyes narrowed dangerously. His breath became visibly hot, misting the air, and the space around Max trembled slightly under the sheer weight of the dragon’s aura. + +"What do you mean by that?" the dragon rumbled, his voice now sharp, edged with suspicion and warning. It was clear he had misunderstood Max’s intent, perhaps thinking the human dared to tamper with the legacy of his kind. + +Max didn’t flinch. He had expected that reaction. Slowly, he turned to look at Kane, the man who had brought him here. And to his surprise, Kane was already watching him—calm, composed, almost amused, as though he saw straight through Max’s words and understood his true intentions. There was no judgment in his eyes, only curiosity, and a faint glimmer of anticipation. + +’Does he know I have the Dimensional Keeper class?’ Max suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, like a cold breath whispering against the back of his neck. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-566.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-566.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2f2e64f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-566.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 566: Offering a Help" +slug: "ch-566" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 566 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1199 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +His gaze shifted warily to the spirits hovering around Kane—resting on his shoulders, dancing gently over his arms, curling like wisps of living energy. + +But now, they didn’t just seem playful. There was a glint in their eyes, an awareness. Max could feel it clearly—an undercurrent of excitement, like they had seen something extraordinary. + +’Did these spirits sense my Dimension of Spirit?’ he wondered with growing unease, the realization settling in his gut. + +If Kane had figured out something from the behavior of his spirits, Max could only shake his head in helpless resignation. He didn’t want anyone knowing about his class—not yet. Still, he had to act calm. + +"Master Kane, can you give me one of your spirits?" he asked lightly, masking his nervousness with a composed smile. + +Kane’s eyes twinkled, the knowing edge of his grin making it clear that he understood far more than he let on. + +"Take it," he said with a simple nod. At his words, one of the smaller spirits—a water spirit shaped like a round, translucent slime—bubbled with glee and floated toward Max, its little body pulsing with joy. + +It zipped and twirled around him excitedly, circling his head and arms as if already celebrating the bond between them. Max reached out with a calm gesture, and the moment his fingers brushed the soft, shimmering body of the spirit, it vanished—pulled instantly into the dimension within him. + +"What did you do to that spirit?" the black dragon asked, its deep voice laced with suspicion and a faint undercurrent of caution. Its massive eyes narrowed as it studied Max, sensing something strange, something that didn’t belong to ordinary strength. + +Max didn’t answer directly. He simply smiled and said, "You’ll know in a moment," his voice calm but carrying a weight of quiet confidence. He stood still, hands relaxed at his sides, while an eerie silence settled over the grassy plains. Time stretched, dragging out the suspense until several long minutes passed. And then, with a simple thought, Max activated his will. + +In an instant, a soft glow shimmered in the air before him, and the water spirit emerged—round and translucent like before, but now noticeably brighter, more refined. + +The moment it returned to the outside world, it darted forward and clung to Max’s cheek like a child reuniting with a parent, nuzzling affectionately and radiating joy. Its little body trembled with delight, as if pleading to be taken back into the warm sanctuary it had experienced within Max’s Dimension of Spirit. + +The black dragon, ancient and wise beyond comprehension, stiffened visibly—not because of the closeness between Max and the spirit, but because of what it sensed radiating from the little creature. + +The aura that clung to the spirit was like a breath of ancient wind—pure, untouched, natural. It was the aura of the primordial world itself. A living essence of harmony, something that had almost entirely vanished from the Divine Realms over countless eons. + +"That... that is..." the dragon muttered, its voice trailing off in disbelief. The natural purity it sensed was not something that could be mimicked or faked. + +It was the very breath of a world untainted by wars, politics, or destruction—a force that should no longer exist in this age. And yet, Max had a place where such an aura could not only exist—but thrive. + +The dragon’s heart stirred with something it hadn’t felt in a long, long time: wonder and hope. + +It was then that something clicked in the black dragon’s ancient mind—a distant memory, buried under the weight of countless ages. + +A legend... no, an ancient truth. A forgotten story of a being blessed by the world itself, whose presence carried the breath of creation. + +His gaze deepened as he looked at Max, the fragmented pieces aligning in his thoughts. ’I see now...’ he mused, the realization steadying the thunder of his heart. + +Slowly, his massive head turned toward Max again, but this time, the way he looked at the boy was different. The wariness was gone, replaced by reverence. There was respect in those massive golden eyes—a recognition of something far older and greater than any cultivation realm could grasp. + +"If you can help this egg grow naturally," the black dragon said, his voice low, almost solemn, "then please... do it." + +And then, to Max’s quiet shock, the dragon bowed its head. Not as a gesture of submission, but one of honor—an acknowledgment of kin, of fate, and of the miracle Max represented. + +Max smiled softly, not proud or arrogant, but genuine. "Of course I will help him," he said, his tone humble and warm. "I carry the same bloodline as the one inside this egg. I can feel the resonance between us—it’s like a whisper in my blood and soul. And because of that, I want to help him... not because of obligation, but because I believe it’s the right thing to do." + +"Hmmm." The dragon’s breath rumbled like a distant volcano as he nodded. "Please... proceed." + +Max nodded, stepping forward with calm, steady steps until he stood before the egg once more. The moment his palm gently touched its blackened shell, a wave of warmth pulsed through his hand and spread across his body—a soft beat, like the heartbeat of something ancient awakening inside the shell. + +’Little guy,’ Max said in his heart with a light chuckle, ’I’m taking you to a place you’ll never want to leave. Not even after you hatch and become a dragon.’ + +With that, he activated the link to his Dimension of Spirit. In an instant, the egg shimmered and vanished from the grassy plains, safely transported into the heart of his spirit world, where natural energy flowed like rivers of light and spirits danced freely under a sky untouched by the cruelty of reality. A place where it could grow... into something beyond legends. + +"Take these spirits too," Kane said, his voice calm yet resolute, as he gently nudged the remaining spirits forward with a flick of his hand. "They’re very fond of the egg, and I believe they’ve already formed a bond with it—perhaps not through words, but through their souls." + +The moment those words were spoken, the spirits—each glowing faintly with their own natural hue, some shaped like wisps of wind, others like droplets of water, or flickering flames—rushed toward Max in uncontainable excitement. + +They danced around him like joyous children, swirling in the air with happiness, brushing against his face and shoulders with warmth and affection as though they had long been waiting for him to accept them. + +Max couldn’t help but chuckle softly at their eagerness, his heart warmed by the purity in their presence. + +"Alright, alright, come on in," he said lightly, lifting his hand. With a single breath of will, a ripple of spiritual energy surged from his palm, and all the spirits—one after another—vanished into the glow of his Dimension of Spirit, joining the egg in that sacred place where time slowed, and nature thrived. + +The moment they entered, Max could feel the tranquility grow deeper inside that world. It was as though the spirits, the egg, and the spirit dimension itself had been pieces of a puzzle—now falling into perfect harmony. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-567.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-567.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52ef987 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-567.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 567: Half Truths" +slug: "ch-567" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 567 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1263 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max peered into his Dimension of Spirit, and what he saw brought a quiet sense of satisfaction. + +The dragon egg now rested in the heart of a wide, open plain—its shell glowing faintly as the spirits that had followed him danced joyfully around it, almost like guardians, or perhaps kin reunited after a long slumber. + +Far in the distance, removed from this area, was the small budding plant that marked the spirit he had been nurturing from the beginning. It stood solitary, growing steadily under the gentle sunlight that never dimmed in this dimension. + +And that was exactly how Max wanted it—separated, undisturbed. The space was vast, and the presence of the dragon egg demanded its own realm, its own harmony, and its own quiet to grow. He didn’t want the two forces to intermingle too early. + +"Blob," Max called gently, standing beside the ever-reliable spirit, "keep an eye on the egg. Let me know if anything changes." + +Blob nodded, his little form shimmering with resolve. "Leave it to me. I’m a spirit, and I understand soul fluctuations well. If the soul inside that egg stirs, even slightly, I’ll let you know at once." + +Max gave a final glance to the peaceful plains of his inner world before pulling his consciousness back into his body. + +As he opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the black dragon and Kane once more. The dragon watched in silence, its immense form unmoving, while Kane stood with his hands folded behind his back, expression unreadable. + +Max didn’t waste time. "Now," he said calmly but firmly, "tell me the truth. What is the real purpose behind bringing me here? I’ve passed the trials. I’ve met the masters. I know there’s more to this than just measuring talent or pushing geniuses to their limits. The last three floors—what are they truly for?" + +Kane’s lips curled into a knowing smile, the kind that held both weight and weariness. "As I told you before," he said slowly, "the Nine Dragons Painting is a failsafe and an ancient mechanism not just designed to test, but to awaken the raw potential of geniuses." + +Max nodded slowly, acknowledging Kane’s words, but deep within, a quiet doubt lingered like a shadow behind his eyes. Something didn’t sit right with him. + +The elven master’s cryptic warnings, Ragnar’s serious tone, and now Kane’s half-truths—all of it painted a picture that felt larger than what he was being shown. + +He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deliberately being withheld from him. He had trusted his instincts too many times to ignore them now. + +His eyes sharpened as he looked at Kane, the man who had remained so calm, so effortlessly composed in front of him. "Tell me something, Master Kane," Max said, his voice low but steady. "You, Ragnar, and the elven master... are you three truly alive? Or are you just remnants, echoes—fragments of your souls left behind to guide and judge those who come here?" + +He paused, then added with clear intent, "I felt the divine aura from the black dragon. It was suffocating. It felt real. Alive. But with you three... there’s something different. Faint. Almost like a shadow of what once was." He met Kane’s eyes directly. "Instructor Virelia told me only your wills remain in the Nine Dragons Painting. But I need to hear the truth from you." + +Kane didn’t speak right away. For a long moment, he simply looked at Max, his calm eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions—pride, sorrow, perhaps even guilt. Then he turned his gaze toward the sky, as if searching for something far beyond the stars that shimmered overhead. + +"Perceptive," Kane finally said, his voice softer than before, almost reflective. "We are alive but barely. Even when our strength reached the very peak of Divine Realm, one simply cannot run away from the corrosion of time. You should know even someone like a Divine Rank master could only live up to ten thousand years in this mortal world and after that they would die." + +He added. "The same rule applies in the Divine Realm. Even though we are strong, there is also a limit to one’s growth in Divine Realm but due to certain matters we don’t want to die and therefore we created this failsafe and from since then we have been inside this painting for a long time barely alive from the paintings unique nature. Even though we are at the limit of our lifespans, the painting has kept us alive for now." + +Max frowned deeply, his thoughts circling like a storm. + +"What is the purpose of all this?" he asked, his voice laced with quiet intensity. "Why go to such extremes? Why fight the natural order of time, the inevitable decay of life itself? There must be a reason—something severe, something grave—for you and the others to choose this path." + +His eyes narrowed, searching Kane’s face for truth, for weight, for meaning. + +But Kane only offered a rueful smile, and for the first time, he looked almost human—flawed, uncertain. + +"That... that we can’t tell," he said after a pause, the words slow, hesitant, even a little embarrassed. "Not yet. Not to you. Some truths can’t be handed over. They have to be earned... and understood, in the right time, by the right strength." + +Max let out a long sigh, the weight of uncertainty pressing against his chest. A part of him still burned with curiosity, aching to know the truth behind the Nine Dragons Painting and the Three Supreme Masters—what dangers, what decisions, what ancient chaos had driven them to embed their souls into a timeless artifact and linger in limbo. + +But at the same time, another part of him, the grounded part, was tired of chasing shadows. He wasn’t here for history or secrets. Not now. + +Whatever this painting was hiding—whatever mystery, power, or prophecy lay buried within—it wasn’t his priority. Not yet. One day, when he reached the Divine Realm, when his strength could tear through heavens and shake empires, maybe then he would pull the truth from the sky itself. + +But until that day came, he had only one path, and only one goal—become stronger. Strong enough to protect those he loved, strong enough to cut through fate itself, if needed. + +With that resolve firm in his heart, Max clenched his fists. The answers could wait. His strength could not. + +"Can I leave now?" Max asked, his voice calm but resolute. There was no impatience in his tone, only clarity—clarity born of purpose. He had come to the Nine Dragons Painting expecting only a trial, a chance to prove himself worthy of the so-called True Inheritance. + +But what he encountered instead was far more than any trial. He faced shadow warriors, mastered the three supreme inheritances to perfection, clashed with one of the ancient creators of the Black Dragon Palace, and even stood before a true dragon of primordial origin. + +He had taken into himself the responsibility of nurturing a dragon egg born from an age when gods walked the world. He had learned things about his two bloodlines, legacies, and power that most wouldn’t even hear in myths. + +He had done enough. The weight of what he had achieved in these past days was still settling over him, and now, more than ever, his heart pulled toward Acaris—toward the Lower Domain. + +He didn’t need more trials. He didn’t need more mysteries or revelations. Not now. What he needed was time—time to grow, to prepare, to take the gifts he had earned and shape them into something unshakable. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-568.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-568.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..873bba4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-568.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 568: Energy Booster Tablet" +slug: "ch-568" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 568 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You can leave now," Kane said, his voice soft, almost reluctant. As he spoke, a doorway of shimmering light opened beside them, forming out of the air as if reality itself had folded back to reveal an exit. "Walk through that door and you’ll find yourself outside the Nine Dragons Painting." + +Max nodded in understanding. + +"I will take care of the dragon egg. I promise." Max said solemnly to the black dragon. + +Following that he didn’t look back. He simply turned and stepped through the door, his figure swallowed by the glow, vanishing from the surreal realm without a sound. + +A heavy silence followed. + +After a few quiet seconds, the black dragon exhaled deeply, the sound like the rumble of distant thunder. "Why didn’t you tell him the truth?" the dragon asked, its voice low and questioning. "Why keep the reason behind the existence of the Nine Dragons Painting hidden from him?" + +Kane stared at the now-empty space where Max had stood, his expression unreadable. He gave a small shake of his head. + +"He’s too young. Too green. If I told him everything—if I placed the entire truth upon his shoulders—he would bear a burden he’s not prepared for. A weight that could break him before he’s even begun to climb." He paused, then added more quietly, "And more than that, he’s not ready. Not mentally, not spiritually. And the path ahead of him... it’s not one I can walk with him." + +There was a beat of stillness before Kane turned to the dragon. "Besides, I couldn’t see his fate. Not even a glimpse. What about you?" + +The black dragon’s massive eyes narrowed slightly, glowing with age-old insight. "Same," it said finally. "When I tried to look, it was like staring into a void. No strings, no flow, no destiny. It was emptiness... which should be impossible. Every living being in this world is born tethered to a fate. But that boy... that child walks without one. He is a fateless existence." + +Kane’s face grew solemn. "Then even you couldn’t see it..." he murmured. "I don’t know if the legends of fateless beings are true or not, but the Mark of Divinity chose him. That means something. That means the great world itself has acknowledged him. He is sought out by the great world. He will rise. Among the swarm of monstrous geniuses, he will rise." + +He looked back at the black dragon with somber eyes. "But that also means I cannot interfere. His fate, or lack of it, must unfold on its own. If I told him the truth—about this painting, about our role, about what’s coming—it would count as interference. And you remember what happened to the others. Those few bearers of the Mark who didn’t reach the ninth floor but who we approached anyway, bending the rules of the Painting..." + +The black dragon’s massive form was still. + +"They vanished," Kane said flatly. "Gone. As if erased from the world entirely. Their names lost, their souls never heard from again. I don’t want that to happen to Max. He’s different. I can feel it. But until he reaches a certain threshold of strength, I can’t say a word." + +The dragon let out another low exhale. "Then all we can do now is wait." + +Kane smiled faintly, his eyes still fixed on the place where Max had vanished moments ago. "Though don’t worry," he said, voice laced with quiet confidence. "I already gave him an Energy Booster Tablet. With that, even if he doesn’t use cores to increase his strength or even if he does nothing, if everything goes as expected, he’ll ascend to the Divine Realm in five years at most." + +The black dragon’s massive head dipped in a slow nod. "That’s good," it rumbled, its voice deep and thoughtful. "With the Energy Booster Tablet in his system, his cultivation and growth will be accelerated naturally. It will make the path ahead smoother... or at least, less agonizing. But even so, you did interfere in his fate, Kane. Don’t you think?" + +Kane chuckled under his breath, the sound tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation. "Perhaps," he admitted. "But it’s better than dumping the truth of the Nine Dragons Painting and our purpose on his shoulders before he’s ready. The tablet only accelerates what was already inside him. I didn’t change his path. I just helped him walk it a little faster." + +The black dragon didn’t argue. It simply stared at Kane for a moment longer, then turned its ancient gaze toward the horizon beyond the magical dimension. + +Kane crossed his arms and exhaled deeply, the faintest trace of hope flickering in his eyes. "Now," he said quietly, "we wait. Until he finds his way back to us. Until we cross paths with Max again... and this time, when that moment comes, we’ll tell him everything." + +*** + +Max stepped out of the Nine Dragons Painting, the glow of the ancient artifact fading behind him as his boots touched solid ground once more. + +The moment his figure emerged, a wave of murmurs and hushed gasps swept through the sea of gathered geniuses and instructors who had been anxiously waiting. + +Heads turned. Eyes widened. Every conversation ceased for a heartbeat before erupting again in a chorus of stunned voices. + +"Look! He came out," someone pointed out, breaking the silence. + +"I see that," another responded, a note of disappointment coloring their voice. "But even then... he couldn’t defeat the guardian. The second Supreme Master on the eighth floor. What a pity." + +"Pity?" a voice argued back sharply. "Are you kidding me? Max just made history! No one has passed the seventh floor in recorded memory in recent times. He cleared it. He battled and defeated one of the Three Supreme Masters of the Black Dragon Palace. That alone is more than enough!" + +"You’re right," another chimed in, awe in their tone. "No one in our era has ever done it. What he accomplished today will be etched into the records of this palace." + +"I mean, sure... a part of me hoped he’d break into the ninth floor," someone else admitted wistfully. "Especially since he stayed so long on the eighth. But I guess that was wishful thinking. We shouldn’t be greedy with expectations." + +"But still," a girl near the front whispered with admiration in her voice, "he’s only at Seeker Rank. What kind of monster is he to achieve something like this already?" + +As the crowd continued their chatter—some in admiration, some in envy—Max walked forward, his expression calm, eyes as deep as ever, betraying nothing of what he had seen, learned, or done within the painting. + +The cheers, the speculation, the reverence—they all buzzed around him like wind passing through trees. + +But his mind was elsewhere. ’Only reached the eighth floor? Staying in eighth floor so long yet failed to clear it? Couldn’t defeat second Supreme Master?’ Max mused hearing them and understood that this should be arrangement of Kane. + +He didn’t want Max to draw unwanted attention and so he made his achievements not reach a level where it would seem god defying. Otherwise that would be too outrageous for a genius from the mortal realm. + +’How kind of him...’ Max thought smiling and arrived before Lady Virelia. Lucia and Jason standing just beside her. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-569.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-569.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d1457d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-569.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 569: Rewards" +slug: "ch-569" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 569 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1252 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Congratulations, Max, for ascending to the eighth floor," Jason said, walking up to him with a broad smile, his tone sincere and admiring. "You’ve achieved something that many—if not all—geniuses in the Black Dragon Palace only dream of. Some spend their entire lives trying and never make it beyond the fifth or sixth. And yet, you... you made it to the eighth floor." + +Max gave a simple nod, his expression calm as always. "I was lucky," he said modestly, though everyone around them knew there was nothing lucky about what he’d accomplished. + +Jason smiled at Max’s humility but didn’t press further, his eyes flickering with curiosity toward his younger sister, Lucia, who stood a few paces away. He was eager to see how she would react, especially after all that had transpired between her and Max. + +Lucia stepped forward, her expression unreadable. "Max," she said, her voice calm but holding a faint edge of steel. "I lost this time... but remember, there will come a day when I will defeat you. Fair and square." + +Her tone carried no bitterness, only fierce resolve, and Max could see clearly that while she had accepted her loss today, it was only a temporary pause in her relentless pursuit of strength. + +Max gave her a warm smile, his eyes steady. "I know," he said confidently. "But for that, you’ll have to wait until I ascend to the Divine Realm." + +Lucia’s eyes narrowed slightly at the challenge, but she nodded, acknowledging his words without another remark. Then, without looking back, she turned and walked away with a purposeful stride. + +Jason chuckled. "Well then, Max," he said, his gaze fond and proud, "I’ll be more than happy to welcome you in the Divine Realm. You’d love it there. It’s a magical place—far more vast and vibrant than this mortal realm. You belong there." + +Max returned the sentiment with a silent nod. + +"See ya soon," Jason said with a wink before quickly chasing after his sister, clearly worried she might cause trouble if left to stew on her thoughts too long. + +Max stood there, watching them disappear into the crowd, his heart calm but resolute. The path to the Divine Realm had already begun—and this was only the beginning. + +"You did good," Lady Virelia said, her voice steady, but the pride in her eyes betrayed the weight of those words. Her expression was unreadable to most, but Max could tell she was happy. + +And why wouldn’t she be? + +She hadn’t expected that this venture into the Mortal Realm would yield such extraordinary results. + +And now, with Max as her direct student, one representing her sector, there was a glimmer of real possibility that she could be selected as one of the thirty-six Compound Masters in the Black Dragon Palace. + +That meant influence, prestige, and access to greater power—things even someone like her pursued. + +Max nodded, keeping his usual calm. "I have to return to my planet now," he said simply, not offering an excuse or dramatic farewell—just a quiet truth. + +The things he’d seen and experienced, the growth he’d undergone, the encounters with legends and powers he had once only imagined—he needed to return, to take it all in and prepare for what was next. + +Lady Virelia had expected as much. She inclined her head slightly, her silver eyes softening. "Let’s go and meet Lord Harthorne first. There are many rewards waiting for you right now." + +"Rewards..." Max repeated under his breath, his brows twitching slightly as if reminded of something he had tossed to the back of his mind. In truth, he had completely forgotten about the rewards. + +The True Inheritance Trial was meant to conclude when one reached the fourth floor of the Nine Dragons Painting. From that point onward, rewards were distributed according to contribution, performance, and comprehension.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +And yet, Max had far exceeded those expectations, reaching not just the sixth or seventh, but the eighth floor. His path had veered into legend, and now the rewards he was about to receive would likely reflect that. + +A small spark of curiosity rose within him as he followed Lady Virelia. + +Not long after, Max and Lady Virelia returned to Lord Harthorne’s grand office—a place that now felt strangely smaller, more constraining after the expanse of the Nine Dragons Painting. But they weren’t alone. + +Standing before Lord Harthorne were two other figures—one, a middle-aged man with deep-set eyes, sharp features, and an aura so heavy and obscure that Max couldn’t see through it at all. + +The other was a young man, probably in his early twenties, dressed in dark robes with jet-black hair falling behind his shoulders. His strength was at the very peak of Expert Rank, and his expression oozed self-importance, as if he were royalty looking at a commoner. + +The moment the middle-aged man laid eyes on Max, his lip curled in mocking amusement. + +"Huh? Someone in the Seeker Rank?" he scoffed with a laugh that dripped contempt. His voice filled the chamber, as if he wanted every corner to echo with his derision. "Virelia, don’t tell me you’re dragging another piece of trash into your sector. Again." + +Lady Virelia’s expression turned sharp, her eyes cold like steel drawn from its sheath. "Simon," she said icily, "don’t judge a book by its cover. That habit of yours will cost you, and one day, it’ll leave you with nothing but regret." + +Simon snorted, clearly unbothered. "Regret? You’re defending this kid?" He waved a hand at Max as if dismissing a beggar from a palace gate. "This boy’s still in the Seeker Rank. What business does he have taking part in the True Inheritance Trial? Let alone rising in rank? I have never seen any Seeker Rank genius in the trial before. And yet here he stands," he said, turning now to Lord Harthorne with a half-smile of complaint. + +"Tell me, Lord Harthorne—how does Obsidian Dragon City manage its affairs these days? Because from where I stand, it looks like you’re just handing out opportunities to mortals who’ll never rise." + +Lord Harthorne didn’t respond immediately. His face remained unreadable, carved from stone, but there was the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth as if he were suppressing a smile—or perhaps holding back a storm. + +He then leaned back in his chair, his fingers gently tapping the armrest as a slow, knowing smile curled on his lips. Deep within his eyes was a flicker of amusement, though he kept his voice calm and composed. + +’This fool Simon... if only he knew. If only he knew that the very boy he’s mocking is marked by the legendary Mark of Divinity... if only he knew this same boy just ascended to the eighth floor of the Nine Dragons Painting...’ Harthorne nearly chuckled aloud at the thought. ’He’d probably faint from sheer disbelief.’ + +He folded his hands neatly before him and turned his gaze to Simon. "Is that so?" he asked in a voice that was pleasant, yet held a hidden edge. "You believe my Obsidian Dragon City is handling things poorly, hmm? That our standards are falling short?" + +Simon nodded smugly, clearly believing he had the upper hand. + +"Then how about this," Lord Harthorne continued, his tone light yet heavy with authority, "Let your so-called genius from Hundred Battle City face Max in a duel. Let the battlefield decide who’s worthy and who’s not. No more words. No more arrogant claims. Just one fight. The result will reveal everything—whose city cultivates the greater genius... and whose judgment is lacking." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-57.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-57.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c1eb91d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-57.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 57: Cruel" +slug: "ch-57" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 57 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1232 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Alright, the rules of the test are simple," Ryan said loudly. "Once your name is called, you will be teleported into the arena. You will have one minute to prepare, after which a total of one hundred level 10 monsters will spawn in the arena. Also you can’t use cores to refill your mana." + +He looked directly at them and added, "Your task is to kill as many as you can, and when you are done, simply say the word ’OUT.’ You will then be teleported out of the arena." + +The bald-headed man once again pulled out the list from his holowatch and began calling names one by one. + +"Lyra Dusckshade," he said, looking at the young hunters. "The names will be called in the order of the level of affinity." + +At that moment, Lyra disappeared from among them and appeared in the arena with a flash of white light. + +Discover hidden content at empire + +A counter appeared above her head, counting down to one minute. + +’Will you also hide your strength here?’ Max wondered as he watched the violet-haired girl in the arena. + +Everyone held their breath as the minute quickly passed. + +Swish! Swish! Swish!… + +Monsters began to appear in the arena one by one, and they weren’t just one type of monster; they came in different varieties. Not a single one resembled another, making each of them distinct. + +Lyra sprang into action immediately. She held two moon-like discs in her hands and threw them at the monsters as soon as they spawned in front of her. + +Chak! Chak! Chak! + +Her two discs sliced through one monster after another, cutting them into pieces. The two discs cut down a total of nine monsters before their energy ran out and they disappeared. + +’She used the moment when the monsters first spawned to strike them… It was the only time they were at their weakest,’ Max assessed the situation and continued to observe. + +After the nine monsters were slain, the remaining monsters became alert and lunged toward Lyra. Seeing this, Lyra clapped her hands together, causing them to burn with violet flames. + +She quickly split her palms apart, revealing ten moon-like discs burning with violet flames between her hands. + +Just as the monsters were about to reach her, she spread her arms wide, and the ten discs scattered in all directions. + +The horde of monsters charged at her from every direction, a frenzy of claws, fangs, and guttural roars. But before they could close in, the ten violet-flame-covered discs spun into action, unleashing devastation like a storm of death. + +The first disc struck a leaping wolf-like beast, tearing through its chest. Violet flames erupted from the wound, consuming the creature as it collapsed with a dying howl. + +Another disc arced upward, severing the neck of a towering troll in a clean slice. Its head hit the ground with a heavy thud, flames swiftly engulfing the lifeless body. + +Two more discs moved in perfect harmony, weaving through the chaos like serpents. One tore through a charging boar-like beast, its armored hide offering no resistance as it was sliced clean in half. + +The other carved a wide arc, cutting down three goblins in a single fluid motion. Their bodies disintegrated into ash before their screams could even escape. + +An enormous ogre roared, swinging a crude club in a desperate attempt to fight back. But one of the discs intercepted, shattering the weapon with ease before burying itself deep in the ogre’s chest. Violet flames spread instantly, reducing the hulking creature to smoldering ruins. + +The remaining discs whirled through the arena like sentient blades, striking down anything in their path. Limbs and torsos were severed with merciless precision, leaving trails of violet fire in their wake. + +Within moments, the arena was reduced to a scene of utter carnage. Scattered monster corpses burned as the flames devoured what little remained, crackling ominously in the still air. + +However, the ten discs were limited by their mana, and after some minutes of carnage, the violet flames disappeared, leaving only the discs. Though the discs alone managed to kill a few more monsters, they too vanished shortly after. + +At this point, Lyra Dusckshade could be seen panting, taking deep breaths. She had used up all her mana for that attack, leaving her with nothing.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Seeing that many monsters remained, she bit her lip and softly said, "Out." + +With that word, she disappeared from the arena, leaving behind the corpses of monsters scattered around. + +Lyra appeared before the bald-headed man, who nodded at her in admiration. "Good job. You managed to kill a total of 63 monsters." + +"63?" Everyone was shocked. They had been racking their brains trying to reach ten kills, and here someone had easily surpassed sixty. + +Their mouths hung open in disbelief. They had witnessed the battle with their own eyes and seen how effectively she had killed so many monsters, yet they found it hard to believe she had killed over sixty. + +’She’s strong, but is that her full strength?’ Max eyed her calmly and wondered. + +"Next, Vance Kins." The bald-headed man called another man, who soon found himself standing in the arena, but the arena was now clean. + +A clock appeared above his head, ticking down for one minute. + +Vance remained calm as he took out a set of two small swords. + +As the countdown reached zero, the monsters began to spawn one by one. + +Vance began killing as soon as the monsters appeared, and a few minutes later, he said the word "Out" and disappeared from the arena. + +"Vance Kins, 41 kills," the bald-headed man announced. + +After that, many names were called by the bald-headed man one by one as they participated in the test. However, not everyone managed to teleport out in one piece. + +Some had lost arms and legs, some were heavily injured, and others didn’t even make it out, becoming nothing more than food for the monsters. + +It was cruel to watch, but it was also a lesson for the young hunters: never overestimate yourself in a dungeon, or you would surely die, and possibly bring down your entire team with you. + +Max sighed as he saw them getting killed, but he understood. If he hadn’t awakened an SSS rank class, he would have been in their shoes, fighting to the end to kill as many monsters as possible. + +’Sometimes, one’s circumstances matter too much,’ Max thought, feeling a little heavy in his heart. He wondered if some of those who had died just now had similar circumstances to his, where they had no choice but to join the Phoenix Order guild no matter what. + +He sighed shaking his head from these depressed thought and focus on the arena. + +One by one, the young hunters were teleported to the arena to fight and return. Some came back safely while some were injured but nobody died after some were eaten cruelly by the monsters. They understood their lessons became cautious. + +Time passed slowly as all the young hunters took the test, all but one. + +The bald-headed man looked at Max with pity and said, "It’s your turn." + +"Wait, wait, don’t teleport me yet!" Max shouted just as the bald-headed man turned toward him. + +The other young hunters weren’t in the mood to sneer or mock him after what they had experienced, but they still smiled slightly at Max making a fool of himself. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-570.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-570.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32101a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-570.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 570: Duel" +slug: "ch-570" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 570 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1253 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Hehe." Simon laughed softly, but there was nothing light-hearted about it—his eyes gleamed with cunning, and a flash of calculated cruelty passed through them. He turned his head slightly, just enough to conceal the smirk that tugged at his lips. + +"As you say, Lord Harthorne," he agreed, voice smooth like oil over fire. Internally, however, he was already celebrating. ’Finally... a chance to publicly humiliate Virelia.’ + +He had been waiting for this moment from the start. He and Virelia had always been at odds within the Black Dragon Palace, their philosophies clashing, their ambitions colliding. + +Now, with the looming selection for the thirty-six Compound Masters—positions of tremendous power and influence—every move, every appearance, every result carried weight. + +Simon had no intention of losing. And thanks to a stroke of fortune, he had found the perfect tool for his victory. + +The Black Dragon Palace oversaw numerous cities scattered throughout the mortal realms across many different planets—cities created to monitor talent, hold inheritance trials, and scout geniuses worth bringing to the Divine Realm. + +In one such city, the Hundred Battle City, Simon had stumbled upon a terrifying talent. Garry. A young man who had not only breezed through the inheritance trial but had also reached the seventh floor of the Nine Dragons Painting—a feat that placed him at the pinnacle of all mortal realm geniuses. + +Without hesitation, Simon had taken Garry directly to Obsidian Dragon City, knowing he could use this prodigy to crush any rising star Virelia brought forward. + +He hadn’t expected to find her parading around with some Seeker Rank boy—but now that Max had shown up, he saw the perfect opportunity to strike. ’A Seeker Rank mortal realm brat... against Garry? The boy will be lucky to survive.’ + +Yes, this was ideal. A public duel, a crushing defeat, and with it, a blow to Virelia’s credibility. Simon’s grin widened ever so slightly. + +"What do you think, Virelia, about this duel? Do you agree?" Simon asked quickly, his voice eager, almost too eager, as if he were afraid the moment would slip away if he didn’t seize it. + +Virelia frowned slightly, but her smile remained composed, graceful. "The duel sounds fair enough," she said, her voice calm and light. "But shouldn’t a proper duel have proper stakes?" She turned her eyes toward Simon with a look that danced on the edge of amusement. "Surely, Simon, a man like you wouldn’t mind making it... interesting." + +Simon’s expression stiffened for a fraction of a second. Something in her tone felt off—too confident. But then his eyes flicked to Max, standing there quietly with that infuriating calm expression. ’He is just a Seeker Rank.’ He relaxed again. ’I must be overthinking this.’ + +"What do you want?" he asked, his voice firm but curious. + +Virelia’s response came smoothly, almost too smoothly. "I don’t want much. If Max wins, I want you to hand over your Counter Mirror treasure." + +The words hung in the air like a blade, sharp and demanding. + +Simon’s pupils shrank slightly. That was no small request. The Counter Mirror was a powerful tool, one that could defend against many attacks and even stored some of them for counter attack. It was useful even in the Divine Realm. + +But just as he opened his mouth to refuse, Virelia added with perfect timing, "And in exchange, I’m willing to bet my Three Thousand Years Seven Colored Lotus." + +Simon froze. + +"The... the Seven Colored Lotus?" he repeated, disbelief leaking into his voice. + +Virelia simply nodded, as if she hadn’t just dropped a thunderbolt into the room. + +Greed instantly sparked in Simon’s eyes. He had heard about it—everyone in the palace had. A Three Thousand Year Seven Colored Lotus wasn’t just a treasure, it was a legend. Capable of healing near-fatal wounds, improving comprehension, stabilizing one’s foundations, and even extending lifespan. + +He had burned with jealousy when he first heard Virelia had found it in a forbidden realm. But now—now—he had the chance to take it from her. Legally. In public. In front of witnesses. + +His earlier suspicion flickered again in the back of his mind, but it was drowned by his greed. ’It’s impossible that brat can win against Garry.’ + +"Deal!" Simon declared with a wide, eager grin, already tasting victory on his tongue. "Let’s set up the stage immediately!" + +"Alright. Let’s go to the private arena," Lord Harthorne said, rising from his seat with the calm authority of a man accustomed to handling confrontations. + +His deep voice echoed slightly through the stone hall, and without delay, he turned and began leading the group down a long corridor that curved toward the rear section of the city’s inner compound—where the private battle arenas of Obsidian Dragon City lay hidden from the public eye. + +Max followed quietly behind Lady Virelia, his steps steady, face neutral. His mind, however, was far from calm. He hadn’t cared much for this duel before—had no desire to waste his strength on a stranger’s petty pride. + +But now? Now that he had been openly called "trash" by a pompous fool and repeatedly at that, if he didn’t respond to such people, he would be letting himself down. + +Just then, Lady Virelia’s voice whispered directly into his mind through sound transmission, soft but firm. "Max, you have to win here. That Counter Mirror—it’s a rare treasure. Very rare. It can block almost any attack in the mortal realm and even some in the Divine Realm. But that’s not all. It can reflect the attack too. Convert the energy. Turn it back on the attacker. Do you understand? This could be your life-saving treasure. If you win, it’s yours." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he absorbed her words. A treasure that could not only defend him but counterattack? A mirror that could protect him even against higher-level enemies? That... was priceless. + +The kind of thing one couldn’t hope to find twice in a lifetime. And given the enemies he had—those lurking in shadows, some even beyond this realm—he knew better than anyone how much a defensive artifact like that could tip the scales of survival. + +His calm expression remained unchanged, but inside, a fire had lit. + +"Alright," Max replied through sound transmission, his tone casual but confident. "Then I’ll win." + +Lady Virelia smiled faintly, her steps growing lighter as they continued walking toward the private arena. + +Not long after, they arrived at a wide, quiet hall sealed behind thick stone doors—Lord Harthorne’s private arena, reserved only for moments like these, away from the noise of the public arenas. + +The place was grand yet simple, with towering ceilings supported by smooth black pillars carved with faint dragon patterns. The hall stretched wide enough to host large-scale battles, but it was empty now, eerily so, save for the footsteps of the few who had entered. + +At the far end of the hall, facing each other, were two small chamber-like rooms, barely large enough to fit a person. + +"Max, Garry," Lord Harthorne called, his voice calm but firm, "you both will enter one of those rooms." He gestured to the chambers at the end of the hall. "Once inside, you may feel a slight discomfort—don’t resist it. It’s just the projection mechanism activating. It’ll create your combat form in the mirrored arena. Step inside, and you’ll understand how the battle will take place." + +Max gave a brief nod, already walking toward the chamber on the right. + +Garry scoffed behind him, cracking his knuckles arrogantly as he strode toward the left room like a champion walking into the ring. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-571.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-571.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de70343 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-571.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 571: Three Moves" +slug: "ch-571" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 571 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1279 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After Max entered the chamber to the right, a strange pulling sensation gripped his consciousness. It was subtle at first—like the distant tug of a current beneath still water—but it grew stronger with each breath. + +Max didn’t resist. He remembered Lord Harthorne’s instructions and let the sensation take over. Calmly, he sat cross-legged on the mat placed inside the chamber, closed his eyes, and allowed the pull to guide him. + +Swish! + +When he opened his eyes again, Max was stunned. He was no longer in the chamber. Instead, he found himself standing in the middle of the grand hall he had just walked through—a perfect replica of the one outside, yet different in ways he couldn’t explain. + +The air was slightly denser, the lighting a little brighter, and everything felt heightened, more alive. + +’When did I come here?’ Max blinked, glancing at his hands, then at the space around him. He was certain he never moved, yet here he was. It was disorienting, but not frightening. + +Just then, a flicker of light appeared several paces away, and Garry materialized into view. He wore a similar look of confusion, scanning the hall as though trying to piece together how he got there. Their eyes met for a brief second, both silently confirming they were equally surprised. + +High above, Lord Harthorne’s voice echoed across the hall. "Let me tell you about this arena," he began, his tone calm and composed. "This is a Virtual Battle Arena—one of the most advanced systems we have. It projects your consciousness directly into a mirror of the real world. That means you can go all out—no restraints, no limits. Even if you die here, your body will remain untouched in the real world." + +Max’s brow twitched slightly. So that explained the dislocation he felt. He wasn’t physically here. It was his mind, his soul, battling in a fully immersive space. + +Lord Harthorne’s voice rang again. "As for the rules of the duel—there are none. You fight however you like. No restrictions. Victory is decided when one side yields or is no longer able to fight." + +At those words, the hall fell into an eerie silence. The energy between Max and Garry began to shift, the atmosphere rippling with the anticipation of an all-out battle. + +Max stood calmly in the center of the arena, his expression unshaken as Garry powered up with a burning ferocity. A slow smile crept across Max’s lips as he let his senses stretch out, feeling the energy in this space. + +’I can feel it... All my abilities are available here—no restrictions, no limitations. A perfect arena.’ His eyes narrowed slightly as he focused on Garry, who now pulsed with ominous energy. ’This will be a good chance to test how far I’ve come. Before, I could kill peak Expert Rank cultivators. But now... after fully mastering the three top inheritances... I don’t even know where I stand.’ + +Garry raised three fingers toward Max, confidence radiating from his every movement. "Three moves," he declared. "In three moves, I’ll end this." + +Max gave a small nod, still wearing that calm, unreadable smile. "Alright," he said coolly. "I’ll give you three moves. Go ahead." + +That response instantly annoyed Garry. His eyes darkened. ’What’s with that calm face?!’ His aura erupted as both his hands were suddenly engulfed in intense black flames that curled and tightened into blazing gauntlets. "You’ll regret giving me the chance!" he roared and charged. + +In a blur, Garry launched a barrage of punches, each one birthing a massive shadowy fist of black flame that surged toward Max. One. Two. Three. Ten. Twenty. + +The fists layered and chased after one another with terrifying speed and destructive force, each one real, each one sharp enough to pulverize stone and crack barriers. The ground beneath Garry’s feet shattered as his power reached its peak. + +’This is definitely not the Flame Tyrant inheritance,’ Max thought with a calm yet focused expression as he weaved effortlessly through the storm of fiery black fists. + +When Garry’s arms had ignited and molded into gauntlets of roaring black flames, Max had instinctively assumed it was the familiar and explosive Flame Tyrant inheritance. But the moment the attacks came, that assumption fell apart. + +The Flame Tyrant inheritance was raw, wild, overwhelming—its power lay in its sheer destructive might, in the savage use of one’s own body as the ultimate weapon. It didn’t deal in tricks, in illusory assaults or tactical diversions. + +Yet what Garry had unleashed wasn’t a straightforward attack. It was refined, calculated, a storm of conjured flame fists that multiplied with each strike, a technique that relied more on confusion and pressure than brute strength. Something was off. + +But off or not, to Max, it didn’t matter. + +His Three Dimensional Body flared to life silently, giving him a view of the entire battlefield from every possible angle. In that moment, time felt slowed, every movement of the shadowy fists traced and outlined with perfect clarity. + +Each arc, each compression of black flame, each vibration in the air told Max exactly where they would land. To anyone watching, it might have looked like he vanished, but in truth, Max was simply moving too fluidly—dodging not by reaction but through anticipation. + +He drifted between the flaming projections with barely a shift in breath, sidestepping one, ducking under another, pivoting with perfect balance to let two more sweep past his shoulder and waist. Not a single flame grazed him. + +And Garry saw it all—his eyes wide with disbelief as his ultimate barrage failed to touch his opponent. He stumbled back, retreating instinctively, the confidence draining from his face. The searing black gauntlets on his arms still pulsed with power, but the rhythm of his breath betrayed his confusion. + +"What the hell..." he muttered under his breath, sweat trickling down his temple. He had fought many in the past. No one had danced through that attack like Max just did—as if he had walked through smoke instead of fire. + +"That was the first move." Max said smiling. + +"Alright, I have underestimated you but not anymore." Garry’s body erupted in a blinding surge of flames, the black inferno swirling violently around him before condensing into a suit of armor. + +From head to toe, he was encased in pitch-black plates that shimmered like molten obsidian. Jagged pauldrons flared at his shoulders, and flame-like etchings ran along the surface of the armor, pulsing with an ominous glow. + +His aura rose like a tidal wave, crashing against the walls of the arena—an oppressive, choking pressure that would have reduced weaker opponents to trembling statues. The energy around him was chaotic, volatile, and devastatingly powerful, unmistakably drawn from a supreme-class inheritance. + +And yet Max remained utterly calm. + +He stood still, watching Garry’s transformation with a quiet, analytical gaze. ’That power... it’s definitely from a supreme-class inheritance,’ he thought. + +The weight of the energy, the violent nature of the flame, and the way it clung to Garry’s frame all pointed toward something immensely strong. But despite the grandeur, Max noticed something else—something most would have missed beneath the surface spectacle. + +It was falling apart. + +The form, though fearsome, was unstable. Wisps of energy leaked from cracks in the armor, spiraling upward into the air like smoke from a broken furnace. The gauntlets on Garry’s hands trembled ever so slightly, and the plating along his legs flickered between states, struggling to stay intact. + +The black flames surrounding him twitched and lashed at random angles, showing a lack of control that betrayed Garry’s true state. He was barely holding it together. + +It wasn’t mastery—it was brute force and desperation. He had barely achieved a foundational mastery on the inheritance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-572.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-572.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e705efc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-572.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 572: Overlord Armor Inheritance" +slug: "ch-572" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 572 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lord Harthorne’s eyes narrowed with a glint of surprise as he watched Garry’s body undergo a stunning transformation, his figure now cloaked in a metallic armor that seemed to shimmer with an oppressive power. + +"Is that the Overlord Armor inheritance?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity and a hint of awe. + +Simon, standing beside him, couldn’t hide his pride and nodded with a proud smile. "It is indeed," he confirmed, almost boasting. "Garry has finally reached the level where he can summon it, even if only for a short time. It’s a sign of mastery." + +Lady Virelia, who had been observing silently until now, finally spoke. "The Overlord Inheritance... one of the three supreme-class inheritances in all of Hundred Battle City," she remarked, her gaze fixed on the battlefield. "I’ve heard it’s comparable to the Flame Tyrant Inheritance—perhaps even greater." + +Lord Harthorne smiled faintly, folding his arms. "Well then, let’s see how the battle unfolds from here." + +Meanwhile, Simon’s smile grew broader, almost smug, as if the Seven Colored Lotus was already within his grasp.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Down in the arena, the pressure was suffocating. Garry, now radiating an overwhelming aura that surged like wildfire, bared his teeth as he stared at his opponent. "This time, you will die for sure," he declared, trying to smirk through the immense strain. + +But Max wasn’t fooled. His sharp eyes instantly caught the trembling edges of Garry’s stance, the barely-hidden exhaustion beneath the bravado. + +The Overlord Armor might have multiplied his strength, but it was devouring his energy like a bottomless pit. + +Max knew—it was a gamble. One moment of hesitation, one misstep, or even a slight crack in the armor’s integrity, and the entire form would collapse. Garry was burning bright, yes—but a flame that fierce was bound to flicker out fast. + +Garry dashed like a streak of black lightning, his Overlord Armor blazing with molten energy as his sword carved arcs through the air. Each strike came with the intent to kill—fast, precise, heavy. And yet, none landed. + +Max stood calmly amidst the storm as his hands burst into black flames slowly transforming into claws using the Flame Tyrant inheritance as he blocked Garry’s swords. + +Every swing of Garry’s flaming sword was met with a clean parry or deflection, the black claws sparking on contact but never faltering. The sheer contrast between them became clearer with every clash—Garry’s form screamed power but leaked instability. + +Each motion of his overloaded armor sent cracks of wild energy into the floor, flickering dangerously, while Max’s movements were composed and calculated, his every step and gesture flowing with the grace of complete mastery. + +"Armor Penetration Sword!" Garry roared, his voice booming across the arena as he unleashed one of his most powerful sword techniques. + +His entire body tensed as he surged forward with incredible speed, the sword in his hands glowing with condensed force and deadly precision. It didn’t slice, didn’t swing—it thrust forward in a straight, merciless line, like a spear aimed directly at Max’s heart. + +The air around the blade trembled as if space itself was being pierced. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, fully aware of the danger packed into that single move. ’This attack is strong,’ he thought calmly, his instincts kicking in. + +But he didn’t flinch. Instead, he brought his hands together, two of his jet-black claws crossing in front of his chest in a simple but firm guard. + +And then, it came—the impact. + +Bang! + +A sharp, explosive sound cracked through the air as Garry’s sword slammed against Max’s claws. But to Garry’s shock and Simon’s disbelief, neither of the two combatants moved even a step. The Overlord Armor, the momentum, the force—none of it mattered. + +The devastating sword technique that had been meant to pierce through defenses and armor alike... had stopped cold. It was as if Max’s claws were carved from something beyond metal, beyond reason. + +And just like that, the unstoppable thrust was stopped—not by brute force, but by unshakable defense. Garry’s hands trembled slightly, realizing that even one of his best techniques had failed to make Max budge. + +"Damn!" But Garry didn’t give up and carry on with his attacks however no matter how many times he adjusted his stance or switched the angle of his strikes, or use any strong techniques Max was always one step ahead. + +The pressure only grew as Max didn’t even seem to be using his full strength. + +His flame-covered arms moved not like a fighter under duress, but like a teacher disciplining a student—measured, confident, effortless. Max’s Three Dimensional Body allowed him to perceive each of Garry’s movements before they were even completed, making every strike predictable. + +Garry gritted his teeth, sweat trailing down his face, the toll of his second move catching up with him. He had wanted to crush Max with sheer power, but now that very power was crumbling under its own weight. The energy around his armor was already flickering, and his blade was trembling. + +Max finally opened his mouth and said quietly, "That was your second move." + +Just then, the brilliant armor of condensed flame that had wrapped around Garry like a second skin began to crack, flicker, and then crumble entirely, breaking apart into glowing embers that vanished into the air. + +The once fearsome Overlord Armor disintegrated right before everyone’s eyes, revealing the harsh truth—his mastery over the inheritance was far from complete, more of a glimpse into its power than true control. + +Garry’s eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat, and his expression twisted with distress and disbelief. ’Who the hell is this guy?’ he thought, staring at Max, who still stood there calmly as if nothing that had happened so far had even required real effort. + +Garry knew very well that Max was only at Seeker Rank level 7, far below the peak of the Expert Rank where he stood. And yet, every one of his attacks—attacks that should have overwhelmed any opponent in his rank—had been blocked, countered, or rendered useless. + +On the other side of the arena, Simon’s expression had drained of all color. His face was pale, his hands trembling slightly, and beads of sweat rolled down his temple. + +He had been so sure—so confident—that the Overlord Armor would be enough to crush Max. But not only had Garry failed to land a blow, he hadn’t even managed to put a scratch on him. + +’How... how could someone still at the Seeker Rank possess such strength... strength that even a peak Expert Rank genius like Garry couldn’t overcome?’ Simon’s thoughts spiraled in shock and disbelief. + +This wasn’t just a setback. If Garry lost here, it would be catastrophic—not just the endless humiliation that would follow him into the Black Dragon Palace, but worse, he would lose the Counter Mirror, a precious treasure Simon had desperately wanted to protect. + +And now, that very treasure, that prized possession, hung in the balance of a duel that seemed more and more one-sided with each passing moment. + +Even worse, with the humiliation he would suffer this time, his chances of being chosen as one of thirty-six Compound Master would also be affected. + +’Damn!’ Simon cursed silently as he turned to look at Virelia who was calmly watching the battle. + +’It couldn’t be...’ He understood at this moment that from the beginning it wasn’t him that played Virelia but both Lord Harthorne and Virelia played him into a fool. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-573.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-573.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e2a5c22 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-573.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 573: Last Move" +slug: "ch-573" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 573 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1215 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’It seems... my strength has already touched the very limits of the Expert Rank, and I haven’t even used a fraction of the inheritances’ power yet,’ Max thought, his gaze calm and calculating as he silently assessed his performance. + +He could feel it in every movement, in the weight of his strikes, and in the ease with which he had blocked Garry’s strongest attacks—his physical strength, speed, and control had all reached a level that pushed against the ceiling of what was possible for someone still within the Expert Rank. + +And that was without tapping into even a fraction of the power from the three supreme inheritances he had already mastered to perfection. If he were to activate them—even one—his strength could very well leap into the territory of the Master Rank, where legends walked and few could follow. + +A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked back toward Garry, whose face was still twisted in tension and disbelief. "I’m still waiting for your third move," Max said, his voice steady, casual, as if everything so far had been a mere warm-up. + +Garry, breathing heavily, heard the words and nodded to himself. There was no point hesitating now. He had given everything, and even if he was still outmatched, he wouldn’t walk away with regrets. + +Taking a deep breath to steady his resolve, he decided to go all in. + +He summoned his Concept of Flame, the fiery will that burned within him, pushing it to its absolute peak. Crimson-orange energy surged around him as he pushed the Concept of Flames like never before. + +Then, without hesitation, he drew another sword from his spatial ring. Unlike before, this time he poured his Overlord Armor inheritance not into his body, but directly into the blade. Black flames erupted and wrapped around the metal in a swirling, violent blaze. + +But what happened next caught everyone off guard. The sword didn’t just glow—it transformed. The blade grew longer, heavier, more sinister, its edge jagged and thick with burning power. + +What had been a refined weapon was now a monstrous greatsword pulsing with an untamed, berserk aura, black flames howling around it like the roar of a beast eager to be unleashed. + +"Overlord Armor - Overlord Sword." + +Garry’s figure flickered and vanished, reappearing in a blur right before Max, his transformed black-flamed greatsword raised high in both hands. With a roar of determination, he brought it down like a crashing meteor aimed straight at Max’s head. + +But Max didn’t flinch. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his claws dispersed in an instant, black flames bursting to life across his right arm. They writhed like living things before solidifying into a sleek, deadly sword that seemed to be forged from pure void and fire, seamlessly connected to his arm as if it had grown from his very soul. + +The two blades met in a deafening Clang! that sent out a shockwave of flame and darkness. + +The force of Garry’s swing was enough to push Max back three full steps, his boots skidding across the arena floor, but there was no fear or worry on his face—only growing interest. + +’Interesting,’ Max mused, eyes narrowing. + +Garry didn’t pause; he pressed the advantage, gripping the berserk greatsword with both hands and swinging it down again with all his might. One attack, then another, then another. Each strike thundered through the air, leaving trails of black fire in their wake as Garry unleashed a flurry of relentless blows. + +His body blurred with movement as he spun, thrust, and hacked with reckless intensity, trying to overpower Max through sheer force. + +But Max wasn’t just defending. He met every attack head-on with the eerie precision of his Void Sword Style. His movements were smooth, calculated—his blade flowing like liquid shadow, redirecting Garry’s swings, parrying, and sliding past them with elegant ease. + +While Garry’s every blow shook the ground, Max’s counters were like ghostly waves, absorbing the force and turning it back with graceful power. The crowd of three watched in awe as the two figures clashed again and again, their swords meeting in flashes of flame and void. + +For hundreds of exchanges, neither backed down, their blades singing with battle fury. But to the trained eye, the difference was clear—Max had the upper hand. He wasn’t just matching Garry—he was effortlessly reading him. + +Each time Garry adjusted his stance or changed the angle of his attack, Max was already there, already anticipating. He blocked with one hand, countered with a twist of the wrist, and struck with barely a shift of his weight. + +While Garry’s swings came heavy and desperate, Max’s blade danced like a predator with endless patience. + +With each round, Garry’s breaths grew heavier, sweat rolling down his forehead. His arms ached under the weight of the monstrous sword, and his strikes began to slow, his rhythm faltering. + +Max, on the other hand, looked almost unbothered—his expression calm, his breathing steady, his flame-covered blade flickering with contained power. The duel raged on, but the outcome was becoming painfully clear. One was fighting to win. The other was simply proving a point. + +Gritting his teeth and refusing to be outclassed any longer, Garry suddenly let out a battle cry, his eyes blazing with desperate resolve as flames erupted violently around his body. + +His greatsword pulsed with power, the black flames on it intensifying, twisting like serpents ready to strike. With both hands gripping the monstrous weapon, he unleashed one of his ultimate techniques— + +Overlord Monarch’s Judgement. + +The air around him warped from the intensity of the heat as he spun once, then brought the sword crashing down toward Max with terrifying force, creating a scorching arc of black fire that split the air with a shrill, almost supernatural screech. + +But Max remained unfazed. With a single smooth motion, he stepped forward and met the devastating technique head-on. His sword intercepted the strike mid-air, the collision exploding with a loud BOOM, sending sparks and flame flying in every direction. + +But Max wasn’t finished. Before Garry could even regain balance, Max’s eyes sharpened, and with a burst of speed that seemed to skip time itself, he lunged forward. His sword became a blur—just a single, effortless thrust aimed straight at Garry’s heart. + +It was precise, without any waste of motion, and carried a terrifying pressure. + +Garry’s instincts screamed. At the very last second, he gritted his teeth and brought up his greatsword, slamming the flat of the massive blade across his chest like a shield. + +The thrust hit square against it with a thunderous impact. Though he blocked the fatal blow, the force behind it was monstrous. Garry’s feet were lifted from the ground as if he weighed nothing. His body was flung backward like a cannonball, spinning uncontrollably through the air before he smashed into the arena wall with a deafening crash, leaving behind a crater of shattered stone and dust. + +The entire wall trembled, cracks running outward from the point of impact as Garry slumped to the ground amidst the rubble, coughing, bruised, and struggling to lift his sword. + +The difference between them had been made brutally clear in that moment—a single thrust from Max had done what a hundred of Garry’s attacks could not. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-574.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-574.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e7c29e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-574.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 574: Defeat" +slug: "ch-574" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 574 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1267 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’He’s too weak,’ Max thought, his gaze cool and emotionless as he watched Garry struggle to rise from the shattered arena wall. It wasn’t arrogance—it was observation. In that instant, Max had already analyzed everything he needed to know. + +Either Garry was simply too weak... or Max was far too strong... or perhaps, more accurately, it was both. The gap between them was glaring, and Max understood exactly why. + +On paper, Garry stood at the peak of the Expert Rank, while Max was still at the seventh level of the Seeker Rank—a full realm below. That alone should have made Garry the superior fighter, but reality said otherwise. + +The reason, Max knew, wasn’t just raw strength or talent. It came down to how they had grasped their inheritances. Both of them were using powerful inheritances in this battle, tapping into the legacies they had comprehended in the true inheritance trial. + +But where Garry had barely scratched the surface, only managing to learn the foundational level of the Overlord Armor inheritance, Max had gone much further. His own inheritance—no, inheritances—had been mastered to perfection, polished enough until they became extensions of his very being. + +That level of mastery wasn’t just a boost in power—it was transformation, allowing Max to fight as if the inheritance was his birthright. + +The disparity was clear in every clash, every swing of the blade, every exchange where Max blocked or countered with ease while Garry struggled to keep up. And yet, Max wasn’t blind to the truth. + +Deep down, he believed that if they had fought without using their inheritances—just a straight fight, weapon to weapon, skill to skill—then maybe, just maybe, Garry wouldn’t have been defeated so thoroughly. + +He might have lost, but he wouldn’t have been humiliated like this. The problem wasn’t just strength. It was understanding. One fought with borrowed power not fully understood. The other had made that power entirely his own. + +"What do you say? One more move?" Max asked with a relaxed smile, his sword vanishing back into black flame as he watched Garry slowly rise from the rubble, his breathing ragged but steadying.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Garry wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a tired, bitter chuckle. "No," he said, shaking his head, voice hoarse but resolute. "I admit defeat." + +There was no shame in his tone—only clarity. He had come into this duel thinking he could prove himself, but now he understood the truth. + +The gap between him and Max wasn’t something that could be overcome with one desperate technique or a lucky strike. It was a chasm carved not just by difference in strength, but by mastery, by depth, by understanding. + +Max had gone easy on him, and Garry knew it. Had Max truly intended to end the fight, he could’ve done it in a single move. Knowing that, Garry chose to bow out with his pride intact rather than pretend there was still a fight left. + +The moment the words left his mouth, both their figures shimmered with light and vanished from the battle hall, the conclusion of the duel leaving behind silence that quickly turned into whispers and stifled gasps across the arena. + +But not everyone was quiet. + +"No, no, no, no...!" Simon groaned, grabbing his head with both hands, his face a mixture of disbelief and humiliation. + +Rage twisted inside him like a storm. He felt like the ground had been pulled from under him. He had walked straight into a trap... no, run into it—and now he had nothing to show but disgrace. He couldn’t believe it. He had axed his own foot with a grin on his face. + +And then came the voice that made his blood run cold. + +"Simon, the Counter Mirror. Give it to me," Lady Virelia said, her tone calm on the surface, but laced with unmistakable chill. + +Simon’s head snapped toward her, his face pale and lips trembling. He turned, jabbing a shaking finger toward her and Lord Harthorne. "You... You two set me up!" he shouted, eyes burning with fury and betrayal. + +Lord Harthorne raised an eyebrow and gave a look of mock confusion. "Set you up?" he said innocently, as if the idea itself was absurd. "Wasn’t it you who claimed my Obsidian Dragon City was mismanaged? And wasn’t it you who demanded proof of strength?" He paused, smiling faintly. "So, I arranged a simple duel between Max and Garry. That’s all." + +His words, so composed and perfectly delivered, made Simon’s fury boil over. + +"You—!" he barked, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. He wanted to scream, to strike, to explode from the pressure building inside him—but he knew he couldn’t. He had walked into this challenge with his head high, made boasts he couldn’t back, and now everything—everything—was being thrown back in his face. + +"Now, the Counter Mirror," Lady Virelia said again, this time her hand outstretched with elegant finality. + +Simon clenched his jaw so tight it hurt. He knew he couldn’t back out now. The duel had not been made public but it was only a matter of time. Every word, every challenge, every boast—recorded by the viewing runes from start to finish. Even if he tried to twist the truth, the evidence would betray him. + +With trembling hands, Simon reached into his spatial ring and pulled out the treasure—a mirror with a green-hued frame that shimmered faintly with spiritual light. His expression twisted in silent fury as he handed it to Virelia, feeling as though he had just surrendered a part of his soul. + +He had lost the duel, lost face, lost the Counter Mirror—and perhaps worst of all, lost control of the narrative. + +Just then, from opposite ends of the grand hall, both Max and Garry stepped in, their figures emerging with composed expressions—though for vastly different reasons. + +Garry’s face was unreadable, a mix of emotions flickering beneath his calm exterior as he watched the heated exchange unfold before him. He didn’t know how to feel—he had lost, yes, but it wasn’t just defeat that sat heavy on his chest. It was everything—the expectations, the pressure, the truth about his own limitations. + +Max, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, his sharp eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had seen Simon’s outburst, the reluctant handing over of the Counter Mirror, and every second of it fed into the quiet vindication he now carried. + +"Let’s go, Garry. We’re leaving," Simon said through gritted teeth, having finally gathered enough composure to not explode again. + +Garry gave Max a small nod—one of quiet respect, not bitterness—and Max returned it with a simple, calm nod of his own. + +Without another word, Garry walked toward Simon. + +But before they vanished, Simon turned to Virelia with a look that sent a chill through the air. "This isn’t over," he hissed, his eyes flashing with sinister promise. + +Then, with a swipe of his hand, he touched Garry’s shoulder and the two vanished in a ripple of space, leaving only silence behind. + +Lady Virelia turned to Max, her expression back to its usual calm grace, and extended her hand with the green-framed mirror. "Take this," she said. "It’s yours now." + +Max didn’t hesitate. He reached out and accepted the Counter Mirror, its frame pulsing faintly in his grip. Without wasting a moment, he examined it right there. + +--- + +[Counter Mirror] + +– Rank: [ - ] + +– Description: A mirror formed from holding on to the roots of a counter Cosmic Path, allowing it the ability to defend and reflect most attacks depending on the user’s strength and the mirror’s rank. + +--- \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-575.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-575.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73b4311 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-575.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 575: Treasure Hall" +slug: "ch-575" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 575 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1353 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stared at the details. The rank wasn’t displayed—meaning his current strength wasn’t enough to unlock its true potential. He suspected that once he reached the Divine Realm, the mirror’s secrets would reveal themselves in full. + +The description, while mostly in line with what Lady Virelia had explained earlier, introduced new and mysterious terminology. ’Cosmic Path...’ The words echoed in his mind, unfamiliar and enigmatic. What exactly was a Cosmic Path? He had no idea—but something told him it was far beyond anything he had encountered so far. + +Before he could think further, Lord Harthorne stepped forward with a broad smile. "Now then, onto the next matter," he said cheerfully, gesturing ahead. "The rewards. There’s quite a bounty waiting for you, Max. Let’s head to the Treasure Hall." + +With that, he turned, leading the way as Max followed, the Counter Mirror secure in his grasp, and Lady Virelia gracefully walking beside them. Whatever lay ahead, Max had more than earned it. + +Lord Harthorne led Max through a set of shimmering doors into a place that instantly felt like something pulled from legend. + +The Treasure Hall of Obsidian Dragon City—just hearing the name would’ve excited any genius—but standing within it was something else entirely. + +The moment Max stepped in, his eyes widened in awe. The vast hall stretched endlessly in both directions, its walls lined with countless transparent cubes that glowed with a faint, ethereal light. + +There were hundreds—no, thousands—of them, each containing something unique and radiant. Within some, he saw weapons of all shapes and forms—blades that shimmered with lightning, spears encased in frost, bows humming with golden strings. + +In others, scrolls floated midair, ancient and delicate, their surfaces etched with glowing runes that seemed to pulse with sealed knowledge. Further down, techniques shimmered like living flames, frozen in motion, whispering untapped power. + +There were even treasures like the Counter Mirror he now carried—artifacts wrapped in mystery, sealed within their protective cubes as if the hall itself respected their danger. + +Every cube was secured to the towering walls, neatly arranged in rows that reached all the way up to the glowing ceiling, giving the place a sacred, almost divine atmosphere. It wasn’t just a hall—it felt like a sanctuary of history and power. + +"This place is the Treasure Hall of the Obsidian Dragon City," Lord Harthorne said with a smile, clearly enjoying Max’s reaction. "Normally, after the assessment of all the geniuses in the Nine Dragon Paintings, this hall becomes crowded beyond belief—every prodigy racing to claim a reward. But today... it’s all yours. You have the entire hall to yourself. Take your time. Explore." + +His voice echoed through the grand chamber as Max slowly walked forward, eyes wide, heart pounding. + +’There are so many things here,’ Max thought, his footsteps slow and measured as he wandered deeper into the Treasure Hall, his gaze darting from one glowing cube to another. + +Each step brought him face to face with something new—an elegant bow strung with threads of light, a dagger that shimmered with time-warping energy, an ancient scroll sealed within a cocoon of swirling wind. + +His eyes lit up again and again, curiosity tugging him in every direction, and yet... there was one thing he desired above all else. + +A sword. + +Not just any sword—but one worthy of carrying the weight of his Concept of Severing Sword. + +A blade sharp enough to divide not only matter but the very meaning of resistance. That was what he needed. + +Turning toward Lord Harthorne, who had been quietly observing him, Max asked, "What are the things I can get here?" + +He knew the city wouldn’t simply allow him to take anything he wanted. Clearing the seventh floor of the Nine Dragon Painting and stepping into the eighth might have been a major achievement, but this... this hall held artifacts of immense value. There had to be rules. Too much generosity would be unreasonable, even for someone like him. + +Lord Harthorne nodded, his tone still carrying that faintly amused warmth. "According to the rules of the Obsidian Dragon City," he began, "if one manages to reach the fourth floor of the Nine Dragon Painting, they earn the right to choose a Legendary Rank weapon of their choice." + +Max’s eyes brightened. A weapon. Just what he needed. + +"Those who enter the fifth floor may add a Legendary Rank skill scroll to that reward," Lord Harthorne continued, "and clearing the sixth floor grants one Legendary Rank technique as well. Then, stepping into the seventh floor—that earns you two more techniques, added on top of the previous rewards." + +Max raised a brow. That was already three Legendary techniques, a skill scroll, and a weapon. + +"But you, Max..." Lord Harthorne’s voice lowered slightly, carrying more weight now, "you stepped into the eighth floor. That means, beyond all the rewards I mentioned, you’re granted one more treasure—of any rank. You may choose it freely." + +Max blinked. His heart skipped a beat. Any rank. It echoed in his mind like thunder. He looked back at the glowing cubes that surrounded him, now seeing them not just as locked treasures—but as choices. Possibilities. Futures. + +’I shouldn’t make a hasty choice here,’ Max thought, steadying his breath as excitement threatened to overtake reason. + +His heart was still pounding from the sheer scale of possibilities laid before him, but he forced himself to stay calm. This wasn’t the time to let awe guide his hand. + +’I’ll begin with the weapon first... a sword,’ he decided firmly, grounding himself with a clear objective. + +Turning to Lord Harthorne, he spoke with conviction, "I want a weapon first. A sword." + +Lord Harthorne gave a slight nod, understanding the weight behind the choice. "A sword, then." + +With that, he turned and began walking toward a distant section of the Treasure Hall, where the cubes shimmered in slightly different hues. Lady Virelia followed closely behind, her usual grace and silence making her presence feel more like a watchful spirit than a companion. + +They stopped before a long stretch of transparent cubes, each one glowing faintly, and within them—swords. Dozens, maybe hundreds of them. + +"Here are all the swords," Lord Harthorne said, gesturing to the glittering corridor of weapons. "See if anything suits you." + +Max stepped forward slowly, his eyes scanning the rows with cautious interest. The cubes contained a variety of blades—slender rapiers, curved sabers, massive broadswords, elegantly carved longswords, and strange, arcane variants glowing with unknown energy. + +Then, one sword caught his attention. It was simple, elegant, perfectly sized—neither too large nor too small. It had a clean, streamlined blade with a hilt wrapped in black leather. + +Max instinctively stepped closer, his eyes fixed on it. + +"Your hands can pass through the cube," Lord Harthorne said, his voice echoing across the hall. "Everything here is inside protective cubes, but once I enter the Treasure Hall, those cubes become holographic. They’re safe to interact with." + +Max gave a slight nod and stretched his hand forward toward the cube, expecting resistance—but his fingers met nothing but air. He reached deeper, letting his palm wrap around the hilt of the sword. The moment he gripped it, a faint jolt of connection sparked in his mind... but then it faded. + +The first sensation that registered in his body was weight—or rather, the lack of it. The sword was far too light. He swung it once with a small flick of his wrist and immediately frowned. It moved too easily, too swiftly—there was no weight behind the blade. + +To others, it might’ve been the perfect weapon—fast, agile, effortless. But not for him. Max’s strength, amplified by his Dragon Scales and refined through the immense Draconic Essence within him, was monstrous by default. + +A sword like this wouldn’t complement his power; it would feel like a twig in the hands of a beast. He released it slowly, letting it return to its place inside the cube. + +His standards were clear now. He needed a sword with weight—a normal-sized, durable weapon, forged to endure the destructive potential of his Concept of Severing Sword. + +Light swords were never his style. They didn’t match the violence in his grip. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-576.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-576.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..684a199 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-576.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 576: Blue Dragon Sword" +slug: "ch-576" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 576 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood quietly for a moment, pondering his next move as he scanned the rows of swords once more. None of them had truly resonated with him so far, and he didn’t want to settle for something that wouldn’t be able to carry the weight of his strength or the burden of his path. + +Finally, he turned toward Lord Harthorne and asked, "Lord Harthorne, I want a sword that has some weight to it—but not a heavy or oversized blade. Its size should be like that of a normal sword. Also, I want it to be compatible with sword concepts. I don’t want it to hold me back when I release my concept." + +Lord Harthorne tapped his chin thoughtfully, considering the request. "A sword with weight, but standard in size, and capable of withstanding a powerful sword concept?" he muttered, then looked at Max with a nod. "There are plenty of swords in the Treasure Hall that fit that description—but I can’t say which one will feel right to you." + +He paused for a moment, then added with a light smile, "How about this—why don’t you release your sword concept? Let it fill the hall. There’s a mechanism in place here that allows weapons to react when someone releases their concept. That way, only the swords that resonate with your concept will respond. It’ll help narrow things down and make the choice easier." + +Max blinked in surprise. "I can do that?" he asked, genuinely curious. + +"This Treasure Hall was designed that way," Lord Harthorne said, his smile deepening as he raised a hand. A holographic screen blinked into existence before him, layered with glowing icons and arrays. He swiped through it quickly, tapping a few commands with practiced ease. "There. It’s activated. Now all you have to do is release your concept. The swords that resonate with it will respond." + +He stepped back, giving Max space, and Lady Virelia silently followed suit, watching with quiet interest. + +Max took a deep breath and nodded. Then, without hesitation, he released his Concept of Severing Sword. The change was instant. A wild, untamed aura burst from his body, like an invisible wave crashing outward through the hall. The air trembled under its force. + +The concept was sharp, raw, and domineering—an aura that didn’t just cut, but threatened to sever the very essence of whatever it touched. + +The entire Treasure Hall seemed to shift as the concept spread through the space, and almost immediately, several cubes began to hum faintly, their swords inside reacting to the unleashed power. + +Some blades trembled lightly, others glowed faintly, as if acknowledging his will. Max’s eyes narrowed with focus. The hall had answered his call. + +"This concept..." Lord Harthorne muttered, his brows furrowing as he felt the pressure thickening in the air. His expression, usually calm and composed, now showed a rare seriousness. + +The moment Max released his Concept of Severing Sword, a dense, overwhelming sharpness flooded the hall, cutting through the ambient energy like a blade through silk. It wasn’t just powerful—it was pure, focused, and unrelenting. + +Lord Harthorne, a man whose name carried weight even in the Divine Realm, felt his heartbeat grow heavier just by standing in its presence. It was as if the very space around him threatened to split apart if Max simply willed it. The sensation was no illusion—it was pressure, real and oppressive. + +He had seen countless geniuses before, but this... this made even him reevaluate his standards. + +Lady Virelia, who rarely displayed emotion, had her eyes slightly widened, her lips parted in subtle shock. She too could feel it—the dangerously refined edge of Max’s sword intent. + +Normally, even among monstrous prodigies, a genius would choose a single main concept to focus on and sharpen it to its peak. Any secondary concepts, if they managed to grasp them at all, were always weaker—lacking the depth, the soul of their primary understanding. + +But Max was different. They had both seen his Concept of Flames before—strong, no doubt—but it had always felt like a concept that was empowered more by the inheritances he used than by Max’s own comprehension. + +Yet this... this sword concept was an entirely different story. It wasn’t being carried by any inheritance. It wasn’t amplified by external force. This was Max’s own strength—untamed, unborrowed. Raw and lethal. + +Just then, a noticeable tremor ran through the hall as four of the transparent cubes began to shake more violently than the others. + +A moment later, they dislodged themselves from the walls and floated slowly through the air, encircling Max in a soft glow. Each cube held a sword—distinct in design, aura, and intent. + +Max’s eyes narrowed with focus as he studied them one by one, a quiet hum of energy pulsing around him. ’Four of them...’ he thought, observing each weapon carefully. + +The first sword had a jagged, lightning-like edge, radiating bursts of violent energy; the second carried a dark obsidian sheen, wrapped in chains that hummed with restraint; the third was thin, sleek, and curved—almost like a crescent moon; but it was the fourth sword that truly drew his attention. + +A straight blade with a deep blue hue, its hilt shaped like the head of a dragon, with finely detailed scales and glowing eyes, while its edges shimmered faintly with a soft blue glow. The aura it gave off was calm and composed, almost tranquil. + +But Max, holding the sword in his hand, could feel it—beneath that serene surface was a restrained force, something fierce and untamed waiting to be unleashed. It didn’t take him long to decide. + +"I will take this sword," he said firmly, gripping the dragon-hilted blade as the cube around it dissolved into mist. The weapon fit perfectly in his hand, as though it had been waiting just for him. + +--- + +[Blue Dragon Sword] + +– Rank: [Legendary] + +– Description: Formed from the teeth of a blue dragon and tempered with dragon’s breath, this sword has the potential to cut through space itself. + +--- + +"A wise choice," Lord Harthorne said with a proud smile as he saw which sword Max had picked. "That sword once belonged to a master of the Obsidian Dragon City—one who ascended to the Divine Realm." + +Max’s eyes flickered with understanding. That explained the sword’s affinity with his Concept of Severing Sword—it had once been wielded by someone who had walked the path of concepts and ascended beyond mortality. + +"I see..." Max murmured, glancing at the blade again, now sensing the legacy it carried. + +"Max," Lord Harthorne spoke again, his tone more serious this time. "How much do you know about concepts?" + +Max tilted his head slightly and gave a casual shrug. "Isn’t concept something you start to comprehend after you master auras?" he replied honestly. + +Lord Harthorne gave a small sigh and shook his head gently. "Let me tell you something about it..." he said, stepping closer. + +He had seen the edge of Max’s sword concept—felt its purity, its raw potential—and he understood. This wasn’t just a boy with talent. Max was about to walk a path that few could tread. A path sharp enough to slice open the heavens. And before he took another step, he needed to understand exactly what it meant to bear the weight of a concept. + +And so he began... \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-577.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-577.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5110a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-577.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 577: Three Techqniues" +slug: "ch-577" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 577 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1231 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +There existed four distinct categories when it came to how one comprehended the path of their concepts, and among them, the most revered and unchanging were the Apex Grade elements—Space, Time, Life, Death, Fate, Destiny ane many more such elements. + +These were not mere elemental affinities, but universal forces that had governed existence since the beginning of creation itself. + +The concepts under these elements weren’t formed through personal insight or subjective experience like fire, wind, or earth. Instead, they followed an ancient structure, rigid and absolute. + +They had laws—immutable, divine laws—laid down during the Primordial Era, and once carved into the fabric of the universe, they had never changed. + +For example, Max’s first level Concept of Space was Dimensional Severance—a terrifying power that allowed him to cut across space itself. + +But this wasn’t unique to Max. It was not something he invented or stumbled upon through enlightenment. Dimensional Severance was, by law, the universal Level 1 Concept of Space. + +Whether one was a lowly mortal beginning their journey or a mighty sovereign cultivating at the edge of the Divine Realm, if they wanted to grasp the Concept of Space, they would all start from Dimensional Severance. + +This structure extended beyond the first level. There were five total levels within the Concept of Space, and every single one of them was etched in stone, unchanged and unchangeable across eons. + +The same was true for the Concepts of Time, Life, Death, Fate, Destiny and many more. These Apex Grade elements didn’t allow deviation. No creativity. No alternate routes. Only strict adherence to the path set before them. + +Experts could not create their own version of a Concept of Time or twist the meaning of Death—they could only try to comprehend the predefined truths of these forces. + +It was both a limitation and a mark of purity—those who followed these paths were walking the very same road the ancient Primordials once walked, but only if they had the will to endure it. + +The second category of concepts was known as Weapon Grade Concepts, and these revolved around the weapon an expert chose to dedicate themselves to—be it sword, spear, axe, bow, halberd, or any other weapon forged for war. + +Unlike the rigid structure of the Apex Grade concepts, the path to comprehending Weapon Grade Concepts was vast and diverse. There wasn’t just one path for someone who wished to master the sword; instead, countless interpretations existed. + +A sword expert could pursue the Concept of the Killing Sword, focused on sharpness and lethality; or perhaps the Concept of the Slaughter Sword, centered around overwhelming brutality and devastation; or even the Concept of the Invincible Sword, which emphasized absolute dominance and unbreakable defense. + +These paths varied based on one’s personality, battle style, and perception of their weapon. There was no universal rule—only the understanding and intention behind the weapon shaped the concept. + +Then came the third category: the Elemental Grade Concepts. As the name implied, this included all the natural elements—fire, water, wind, lightning, earth, ice, and so on. These were considered the most accessible of all concepts. + +Unlike the Apex or Weapon Grade Concepts, Elemental Concepts didn’t follow a fixed path nor were they shaped by countless interpretations. Instead, they were formless in their early stages, shaped completely by the user’s own comprehension. + +However, as one’s mastery of an element deepened, the concept began to take on unique traits that reflected the user’s will. For example, someone who had grasped the Concept of Flames to level four might develop flames with distinct properties: they could become destructive flames that devoured everything in their path, or eternal flames that never went out, or even bizarre variations like freezing flames that both burned and froze their targets simultaneously. + +The nature of the concept evolved according to the one’s individuality, making each person’s flames different despite using the same element. + +Finally, there was the rarest and most mysterious category: the Myth Grade Concepts. These weren’t tied to elements or weapons, but to intangible forces—emotions and primal instincts such as killing intent, rage, greed, fear, illusions, despair, and more. + +These concepts didn’t exist in material form, and yet they could be felt—seen through the tremble of an enemy’s soul or the shifting atmosphere of a battlefield. + +Myth Grade Concepts were the hardest to comprehend because they were formless, deeply psychological, and required immense emotional understanding or personal experiences to grasp. + +While they weren’t necessarily the strongest in raw destructive power, they were notoriously difficult to counter. Facing someone who wielded the Concept of Illusions or the Concept of Despair could unravel even a strong mind, making them among the most dangerous opponents to fight—not because of their strength, but because of the chaos they could cause within. + +"I see." Max nodded digesting the lecture Lord Harthorne gave him just now. He hadn’t expected there were types to concepts and each types were somewhat different from others. + +He was previously curious why his sword concept was so different from lightning and flames concept but now he understood everything. + +Shaking his head to refocus, Max turned toward Lord Harthorne with a calm, determined voice. "I want to choose my remaining rewards now," he said. "A very strong attack-based lightning elemental technique, a sword technique, and a space element technique. That’s my choice for the three techniques." + +Lord Harthorne raised an eyebrow slightly at the specific request but nodded with approval. "Sword, lightning, and space... I see," he said as a holographic screen once again materialized before him. + +With a few taps and swipes of his fingers, he activated the selection protocol, and in the next moment, twenty or so transparent cubes floated down from the upper racks of the Treasure Hall, stopping just in front of Max in a perfectly arranged row. + +Each cube contained a small book, glowing faintly with runes of varying color—some crackled with arcs of lightning, others shimmered with a faint spatial distortion, and some pulsed with sharp sword intent so potent that Max could feel the weight of their killing aura even through the cube. + +"These are among the best techniques the Obsidian Dragon City has to offer in those three fields," Lord Harthorne said, stepping aside. "Examine them carefully." + +Max nodded and began to inspect each cube one by one. He took his time, letting his instincts and comprehension guide his choices. After a while, his gaze settled on three specific techniques that resonated with him deeper than the others. + +The first was a lightning technique titled "Lightning Manifestation Armor"—a fierce, destructive technique that summoned concentrated lightning transforming them into a pure armor increasing the overall attack, speed, strength of an individual. + +The second was a sword technique called "Severing Flow Sword Art"—a technique that perfectly matched his Concept of Severing Sword. It focused on smooth, flowing sword strikes that built up severing force with each motion until the final slash could slice through even energy itself. + +And the last one was a space element technique called "Void Severance Slash", an offensive technique allowing user to gather spatial energy into their hand or weapon, compressing into a thin, near invisible edge where with a slash they could tear open the very void. + +These three techniques weren’t just powerful—they were a perfect extension of who Max was and the path he walked. + +Confident in his choices, he turned to Lord Harthorne. "These three," he said simply. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-578.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-578.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e7e1bb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-578.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 578: Realm Binding Pearl" +slug: "ch-578" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 578 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1280 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lord Harthorne smiled, clearly satisfied with Max’s selections. "Excellent choices," he said. "Each of them is ranked at the top of their class. They’ll serve you well on the road ahead." + +Max gave a satisfied nod as he put the three chosen techniques away, their auras slowly fading into the depths of his spatial ring. + +Although he had wanted a pure, attack-based lightning technique, none of the ones presented had truly spoken to him. Some were flashy, others devastating, but they all lacked the depth or versatility he craved. + +As he had suspected, most of them were simply variations or fragments of what he already possessed within the Ten Hands of Lightning God—a legacy technique he hadn’t fully mastered yet but one that held tremendous potential. + +Reading the descriptions of the lightning techniques only confirmed it for him—they overlapped too much with what he already had. + +’I guess I’ll need to revisit and revise the Ten Hands of Lightning God or I can make my own lightning technique,’ Max mused, turning his head toward Lord Harthorne with the intention of asking about the legendary rank skill. + +But before he could even open his mouth, Lord Harthorne raised a hand and, with a slight flick of his fingers, tossed a scroll toward Max. "Take this skill," he said casually, as if it were just a minor gesture, though his eyes gleamed with intention. + +Max caught the scroll smoothly and checked its status. + +--- + +[Void Call] + +– Rank: [Legendary] + +– Description: A skill that allows the user to shoot into the sky. The level of mastery determines how far the user can travel. + +--- + +"Interesting..." Max murmured as he studied it. His mind flashed back to a memory—the moment the Young Monarch, after being gravely wounded during their battle, had turned into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon without a trace. + +That blinding escape, that instantaneous retreat... this was the same kind of technique. + +Max could already envision its value. He was soon heading toward the Middle Domain, a place teeming with dangers, powers, and uncertainties beyond what the Lower Domain could ever prepare him for. + +If he ever found himself in a situation where death was inevitable, Void Call would become his final lifeline—his path to survival. + +"I’ll take it," Max said without hesitation, immediately opening the scroll and letting the skill registered in his system. + +"Your last reward," Lord Harthorne reminded calmly, his gaze steady, "is that you may choose any item of the highest rank from this hall." + +Max nodded slowly, already aware of the final reward, but now came the challenge of choosing something that would be of lasting value. + +He closed his eyes briefly, thinking through his needs. It was then, like a whisper from the back of his mind, that he recalled something. + +"Is there anything here that is of Demigod Rank?" Max asked curiously, opening his eyes. The term sounded distant and mythical, but he had never forgotten it. Blob had mentioned about this rank. + +Lord Harthorne raised his brows faintly, a hint of approval flashing across his face before he nodded. "Demigod Rank does exist," he said. "It is the highest rank for skills and techniques within the Mortal Realm—but they are extremely rare and even more difficult to master. Most of them require the user to have already reached at least level 3 or above in their concept comprehension. Without that, they can’t even begin the first step of learning the technique." + +His voice turned more serious. "And as for skills of Demigod Rank—those are as rare as the gods themselves. It’s no exaggeration. Finding one is already a miracle. That’s why almost all techniques within the Treasure Hall are Legendary Rank—we know that most of those who come here, even the most gifted, haven’t yet reached the threshold needed to learn a Demigod technique." + +Max nodded in understanding. It made sense now. That explained why, even with all his battles, growth, and victories, he had never stumbled upon a single mention of a Demigod Rank technique. They weren’t just hidden—they were nearly unreachable. + +After a moment of silent thought, his gaze shifted. "Do you have anything... related to dragons?" he asked, his voice steady but intent. "Anything at all will do." + +Lord Harthorne’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity, sensing there was more behind the question, but he didn’t press for details. Instead, he nodded and turned to his screen once again. "Let me see..." he muttered, tapping a series of options. + +After a few seconds, a lone cube detached from the far end of the hall and floated gently toward them. Inside, sealed within a second smaller orb, was a piece of preserved flesh—a dark, dense piece of meat that radiated a faint, ancient pressure. + +"This," Lord Harthorne explained, "is flesh from a draconic species. They weren’t pure dragons, but a close bloodline descendant. Still powerful. Still noble. The blood within it is potent and can awaken reactions in anyone with dragon lineage or draconic traits." + +Max stepped closer, his eyes fixed on the piece of flesh. The moment he laid eyes on it, he felt it—his blood surged, burning with a hunger he hadn’t realized was there. His dragon essence stirred restlessly, eager. + +"I’ll take it," he said at once, not hesitating. He reached into the cube, his hand phasing through the protective hologram, and grasped the orb containing the flesh. + +As he stored it safely away, a deep sense of satisfaction settled in his chest. He had chosen well. All his choices. + +"I need to leave now," Max said, his voice calm but resolute as he looked at Lord Harthorne and Lady Virelia. His time in the Obsidian Dragon City had come to an end, and with all his rewards secured, he knew it was time to go home. + +Hearing him, Lady Virelia stepped forward with quiet grace, her expression gentle yet serious. She extended her hand, revealing a small, pearl-like object nestled in her palm. It softly glowed with a faint blue hue, like a droplet of moonlight captured in crystal. + +"Keep this with you at all times," she said, placing it carefully into Max’s hand. "It is an anchor—known as the Realm Binding Pearl. Right now, it’s attuned to the Black Dragon Realm of the Divine Realm. If, or rather when, you ascend to the Divine Realm, this pearl will pull you toward a planet within the Black Dragon Realm. I will know the moment you arrive." + +Her tone grew more pointed. "Without it, you will ascend randomly to one of the many planets under the Verdant Sky Realm, and that includes planets like Acaris. You would know no one. No allies. No guidance. And in the Divine Realm, that can be fatal." + +Max’s gaze lingered on the pearl for a moment before he gave a small nod and stored it safely within his spatial pocket. He understood exactly what she meant. + +This wasn’t just a token—it was a lifeline. Without it, his ascension would be like a blind leap into a storm. But with it, he would land in the Black Dragon Realm, where Lady Virelia held influence and would be aware of his presence. + +It was more than a safety net—it was a way to ensure he wasn’t alone the moment he stepped into a world infinitely larger and more dangerous than the one he knew. + +’This is a very important thing,’ Max noted to himself, mentally tagging the pearl as something he could never afford to lose. + +The Divine Realm was not a place to wander without direction, and Max had no intention of starting at a disadvantage when that moment came. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-579.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-579.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7810443 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-579.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 579: Shock of the ages for Klaus" +slug: "ch-579" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 579 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1409 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let’s go. I’ll take you to the teleportation chamber that’ll return you to your planet," Lady Virelia said with a soft smile, her voice calm and melodic as always. + +Max gave Lord Harthorne a polite nod and followed Lady Virelia out of the grand Treasure Hall, the echoes of their footsteps fading beneath the towering halls filled with power and ancient relics. + +As they stepped through a few connecting corridors, guarded by faint glowing sigils and sealed doors, they finally arrived at a quiet chamber bathed in pale blue light. At the center of the room stood a raised teleportation platform, its surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly, waiting to be activated. + +Resting lazily near the edge of the platform was a familiar figure—the parrot spirit, its feathers bright and shimmering with hues of blue and gold. + +The moment it saw Max, its eyes widened and it gave a cheerful squawk, flapping its wings energetically before soaring over and perching comfortably on Max’s shoulder like it had never left. + +"Take him directly back to his planet," Lady Virelia instructed, her voice firm but kind as she looked at the parrot spirit. + +The spirit gave a quick, eager nod, already beginning to channel the teleportation energy through the platform. + +Max stood calmly, taking in one last look at the chamber—and at Lady Virelia, who had quietly offered him more than most ever had. + +She stepped back, giving them space, her robes fluttering slightly from the rising energy in the room. + +And then, in an instant, the platform lit up with a blinding surge of blue light, enveloping Max and the parrot spirit. With a gentle hum and a flash that illuminated the chamber, they vanished—disappearing across space and light, headed back to the world that waited for them. + +*** + +Max soared through the same swirling space tunnel he had first entered a month ago, the chaotic streams of light and energy parting before him like waves before a ship. + +After what felt like moments suspended between space and time, the tunnel opened, and he emerged in a flash of soft blue light—arriving once again in the Inheritance Tower of the Black Lotus Guild, the very place where his journey had begun. + +’I’m finally back,’ Max thought with a quiet sigh of relief, his body relaxing as the familiar aura of the Valora Continent settled around him. It had been an intense experience, but a rewarding one—one he wouldn’t forget. + +"I’m surprised you’re done in just one month," the parrot spirit chirped, fluttering down from the teleportation platform to hover beside him. "I thought two months would be the least." + +Max chuckled, a faint smile forming on his lips. "I had some help," he said simply, thinking of Lord Harthorne, Lady Virelia, and all the things he had gained. + +Then, after a brief pause, he added, "Alright, I’ll be leaving now. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back to the Inheritance Tower of this Black Lotus Guild, but it’s good knowing you." + +"Hehe," the parrot spirit laughed, its feathers ruffling. "You won’t be able to miss me. I’ll be waiting in the Inheritance Tower of the Black Lotus Guild in the Middle Domain." + +Max blinked, raising an eyebrow. "How can you be in two places at once?" + +The parrot spirit tilted its head, eyes twinkling with mystery. "I can," it replied simply, as if that answered everything. + +Max gave a small shake of his head, letting it go. "Alright then. I’ll see you in the Middle Domain then." + +With those parting words, he turned and stepped out of the Inheritance Tower, the doors closing softly behind him. + +He had no more ties to the Phoenix Order guild or any other faction within the Valora Continent. His goals had outgrown this land. + +After meeting Alice at the Tower of Truth in the Lost Continent, he would settle a few lingering matters—unfinished business that had long been put off. + +And after that... it would be time. Time to face whatever lay within the Citadel. Whether it was fate or vengeance that pulled him there, one thing was certain: he would kill the Young Monarch and decimate Monarch from the face of the Lower Domain. + +Only then would he step into the Middle Domain, ready to carve his name into the world beyond. That was Max’s plan—for now. + +As Max flew steadily toward the exit of the Hidden City, the ancient city landscape below fading into the distance, two familiar figures appeared in the sky ahead of him, blocking his path. + +It was Klaus and the Old Saintess, their presence calm but clearly expectant, as if they had been waiting for his return. + +Klaus looked at Max with a relaxed expression, finding no obvious changes on the surface. He looked just like he had a month ago—sharp-eyed, steady, composed. + +But the Old Saintess, ever more attuned to the subtleties of power, felt it immediately. Her eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the quiet storm lying beneath Max’s calm exterior. ’He’s grown strong. Very strong, in fact,’ she thought in shock. + +Just a month ago, she had warned Klaus of Max’s terrifying potential and rapid growth, and now—standing before her—he had climbed to an even higher peak. His power didn’t scream. It didn’t roar. But it was there, tamed and coiled like a beast waiting to be unleashed. + +"How are things now?" Max asked directly. + +"The Monarch hasn’t started the war yet," Klaus replied. "From what we’ve gathered, they’ve been unusually quiet. My guess is—they’re waiting for the Citadel to descend." + +He paused, glancing at the Old Saintess before continuing. "I think Drevon doesn’t want to take any chances after what you did to him last time. He barely escaped with his life, and that sort of defeat... it leaves a scar. So, I believe he’s planning to wait until he fully enters the Master Rank before making his move." + +Klaus’s expression hardened. "And the Citadel... that place might give him the chance he’s been waiting for. It’s one of the few opportunities that could allow him to push past his current limit and ascend to Master Rank." + +"Then I’ll go kill him now," Max said coldly, his tone flat but laced with killing intent. His eyes darkened with purpose, a ruthless glint flashing across them. + +Although he had faith in his strength—even if Drevon did ascend into the Master Rank—Max wasn’t arrogant. He knew the stakes. He wasn’t going to give Drevon the chance to become a bigger threat. If he could cut him down before he took that step, then that was the best course. + +A preemptive strike—swift, clean, final. + +"You..." Klaus began, but hesitated, his voice catching in his throat. + +He had seen it with his own eyes—Max battling Drevon, overwhelming him with sheer determination and power using lightning, yes—but also falling in the process. + +That battle had pushed Max to the edge of death, and while it had left Drevon wounded, it had also taken everything from Max. + +And now, standing here only a month later, Max was still only at level 7 of the Seeker Rank, a realm that, on paper, should not even come close to threatening someone like Drevon, who stood at the peak of Expert Rank and was already halfway into the Master Rank. + +It was madness to think Max could face him again so soon. But as Klaus looked at Max’s calm expression, something in his gut twisted—a quiet warning. + +Max caught that flicker of doubt in Klaus’s eyes and smiled faintly, a calm, knowing smile. Then, without a word, he released his Flame Tyrant aura. Instantly, the space around him trembled. + +A wave of energy surged outward—not loud, not violent, but pure, untamed, and ancient, like the roar of a slumbering tyrant waking for war. + +Klaus was pushed back slightly, his boots scraping across the air as the force washed over him. His eyes widened. That pressure—it wasn’t just power. It was the kind of presence that made the soul tremble. + +He felt a sudden chill down his spine, one he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t fear—but it was close. And as he tried to steady himself, he realized something terrifying: Max’s strength wasn’t just strong for his rank. + +It was unlike anything Klaus had ever felt in the Lower Domain aside from Old Saintess—the power Max was giving off was the strongest he had ever seen on anyone including Young Monarch from a month ago. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-58.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-58.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..78ee31f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-58.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 58: What a monster..." +slug: "ch-58" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 58 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1494 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"What is it? Are you giving up?" the bald-headed man asked, his tone carrying a slight sneer. + +Max shook his head and pointed toward the arena. "Will I get the cores of the monsters I kill?" he asked innocently. + +"Huh?" The bald-headed man was taken aback by Max’s question and turned to Ryan beside him. + +Ryan smiled. "The monsters outside the dungeon don’t drop anything, so we’d have to manually retrieve the cores. It’ll take time, but we can do it. However, you’re not qualified to claim the cores from the monsters you kill." + +Max raised an eyebrow, smirking. "And how does one become qualified?" + +Ryan thought for a moment. "Only those who break the record for the highest number of kills are offered the cores. Otherwise, no one qualifies." + +A bright smile spread across Max’s face. He had expected the qualification to be something arduous or complex, but it turned out to be surprisingly simple. + +"Kid, you’re smiling strangely… Are you really confident you can break the record?" Ryan asked, chuckling at Max’s gleeful expression. + +Max glanced at him, smirking. "I won’t just break the record. I’ll set a new one—a record that will become everyone’s goal for generations to come." + +"Such confidence from someone at level 6 in Novice Rank," Ryan remarked with a chuckle. "You must have a high-level skill in bragging, but I won’t judge." He gestured toward the arena. "If you’ve got nothing else to say, you’ll be teleported in five seconds." + +"Just teleport me," Max said. + +"I like that confidence," Ryan said, turning to the bald-headed man, who tapped his holowatch, causing Max to disappear before them and appeared in the arena. + +Max stared at the clock ticking down and prepared himself. ’It’s time to go all out.’ He thought, his eyes pure calm as he activated the Infernal Coating skill and Three Dimensional Body skill. + +Both his arms down to his elbow burst forth in flames and a moment later they covered itself in pure lava like coating of flames. One couldn’t even see the flames anymore but could notice the red hot coating on both his hands was even more dangerous than flames. + +’He is strong for someone at level 6 but could he be so strong that he could slaughter 100 monsters at level 10?’ Lyra’s mind raced with thoughts as she saw the flames coating on Max’s arms. It was because of this skill that he defeated Eren. + +Eren also saw that and gritted his teeth but he refused to believe that Max could kill a hundred monsters with that skill alone. It was simply impossible. + +’This kid’s flame related skills sure are strong.’ Ryan thought seeing the flames coating Max’s arms but seeing no weapons or any other techniques he doubted if Max could kill even one with his level 6 Novice Rank. + +Max at this moment had completely forgotten about everything else happening around him and focused his entire mind on the timer above him. + +Just when the countdown reach 10, 9, 8… Find your next read on empire + +Max activated the strength of the 6 Draconic Essences, a surge of primal, unrestrained power roaring through his veins. The raw strength was overwhelming, yet he felt sharper, more controlled than the last time he had dared to unleash it. + +His muscles pulsed with energy, and his senses sharpened to a razor’s edge. He gritted his teeth in anticipation as the countdown ticked to zero. + +Swish! Swish! Swish!... + +The arena came alive as monsters began to materialize. One, then two, then ten... A hundred beasts spawned in the blink of an eye, their grotesque forms filling the arena with deafening roars and bloodthirsty intent. + +Max moved before any of them could react. Activating Swift Dash at level 30, he became a blur of motion, closing the gap between himself and the nearest creature in an instant. + +Bang! + +His fist, wreathed in blazing flames from Infernal Coating, struck the first monster with such force that its body detonated, shards of flesh and bone igniting into embers as they scattered. + +Before the fiery remains could hit the ground, Max had already vanished, his speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye. + +He reappeared in front of another monster, his flaming fist colliding with its chest. The sheer power of his blow obliterated the creature on impact, sending a shockwave rippling outward. + +Bang! + +Another beast fell, its remains consumed by the flames. + +Max turned to his right and sending a fist down blasting another one with the flames. Another came flying his way its long tongue moved towards him. Max caught the tongue with his burning hands and pulled it down. + +The flying monster came crashing down at Max who simply punched it with all his might. + +Bang! + +The monster was instantly destroyed into pieces and fell as they began to burn slowly. Some more monsters attacked him from his sides; his eyes narrowed as he turned around with a smirk. + +Like that, Max became an unstoppable force, cutting through the monsters like a whirlwind of pure destruction. Every move he made kill a monster, leaving no creature in his path untouched. + +The arena became his stage—a symphony of fire and blood. One by one, the monsters fell, their bodies either engulfed in flames or obliterated by the sheer impact of his strikes. + +Every strike carried the combined might of 6 Draconic Essences and the lethal burn of Infernal Coating causing Max to possess enough strength on his fists to destroy them with a single punch. + +One monster erupted, then another, and another—each annihilated before they could even process the threat. + +The remaining beasts snarled and lunged, desperate to overwhelm him with their numbers, but Max was unstoppable. His speed and power were unmatched, a hurricane of destruction tearing through the horde. His blazing fists illuminated the arena, turning the onslaught into a nightmarish inferno. + +By the time he slowed, the arena was a wasteland of charred remains, the stench of burning flesh heavy in the air. + +Max stood amidst the carnage, flames flickering across his fists, his chest rising and falling with exhilaration. The monsters had stood no chance but he knew it was just the beginning. + +The spectators in the viewing section sat frozen, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief. This wasn’t a battle; it was a merciless slaughter, and the hunter was the one wielding absolute dominance. + +"This…" Ryan struggled to form words, his mouth opening and closing as he stared, wide-eyed, at the carnage unfolding before him. "What a monster…" he finally whispered, it was the only way he could describe what he was witnessing. + +Nearby, the bald-headed man wiped the sweat trickling down his face, his hand trembling as he watched the monster count drop with terrifying speed—each kill taking only seconds. "This isn’t a fair battle," he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. + +The young hunters were the most shaken. They stared at the arena, their minds reeling from the sight in front of them. Some rubbed their eyes, thinking it must be some kind of illusion, but the scene refused to change. + +One man, at level 6, was obliterating level 10 monsters like they were nothing more than ants underfoot. + +Eren clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he tried to suppress the turmoil brewing inside him. Yet, despite the bitterness of defeat, a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. ’My loss wasn’t unjust after all.’ + +Lyra, meanwhile, couldn’t take her eyes off the arena. Her heart raced, not with fear, but with something else entirely. Her gaze burned with a newfound determination as she watched him, her mind whispering in awe, ’This level of strength… This is what I need… someone with this level of strength.’ To her, Max wasn’t just a fighter; he was a rare and precious gem, a treasure she couldn’t afford to let slip away. + +As all this was happening, Max continued to massacre the monsters as he took count of them. + +Just when the count neared 80, the flames on his left hand disappeared or it was better to say he made it disappeared. + +But he didn’t slow down and instead increase his killing speed even more. He dashed towards a group of four monsters and punched out with his right hand. + +BANG! + +Pure flames unleashed on them for five seconds straight before they were melted to dead. Just after that flames on his other hand also disappeared. + +"Aghh," A low grump escaped from his mouth but he held on. + +Ryan stared at the battle with his full attention. "He is nearing his end of mana pool. Its only a moment before he would be down in both physical and mana exhaustion." He said, his voice solemn. + +The others swallowed hard. To failed at this stage for someone who wanted to create a new record would be devastating. + +But what they saw next made them wash away their doubts. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-580.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-580.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d855d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-580.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 580: A surprised level up" +slug: "ch-580" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 580 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +On the other side, the Old Saintess stood still, her expression unreadable but her heart stirred with rare astonishment. She had sensed the strength bubbling within Max the moment he reappeared in the Hidden City—raging and unrefined, yet controlled with terrifying precision. + +But even she, who had watched countless prodigies rise and fall, hadn’t expected this. Not to such an extent. Max’s current aura wasn’t just powerful—it was overwhelming, peerless within the Lower Domain. + +She had once estimated that Max would eventually surpass all others here, but now she realized eventually had already arrived. He had already reached a realm where no one in the entire Lower Domain could stand against him—not even the elite forces, not even Drevon. + +"So," Max asked with a smirk, looking between Klaus and the Old Saintess, "what do you think? Let’s go and kill Drevon before the Citadel descends." + +His voice was casual, but the intent beneath it was razor-sharp. + +Klaus, now composed after recovering from the pressure of the Flame Tyrant aura, shook his head slowly. "Ah, no. It’s not that simple," he said, the tension returning to his face. + +Max’s brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled. In his mind, the matter was straightforward—strike first, eliminate Drevon, and remove the threat before it could grow. + +Klaus sighed, as though the weight of the last month was finally catching up to him. "Things have changed. Dramatically. In the one month you were gone," he explained. "Remember the Rulers of the Lower Domain I told you about? The ones sent from the Four God Nation to watch over the domain and prevent chaos caused by people from the Middle Domain?" + +Max nodded slowly. He remembered. Their existence had always been treated like a distant group of people—one that stayed hidden unless the balance of the Lower Domain was in danger. + +"Well," Klaus continued, "they’ve suddenly revealed themselves. Publicly. We don’t know why. But their presence has shaken the entire structure of the Lower Domain. That’s also one of the reasons Drevon hasn’t made a move. For now, there’s an unnatural peace." + +Max’s expression turned serious. "The Rulers of the Lower Domain..." he repeated, frowning. "Why would they suddenly appear now? I thought they never got involved unless it was absolutely necessary." + +Klaus nodded, his tone deepening. "Exactly. That’s what makes this so strange. But according to Magnar, they’ve come because of the Citadel. He believes that now that all five keys have been found, the final layer of mystery surrounding the Citadel is beginning to unravel—and the Rulers are here to see it happen. They’re not interested in war. They’re interested in the secrets of the Citadel." + +Max’s frown deepened further. He had done his own digging on the Citadel—its origin, its rules, its requirements. "But they don’t have a key, right?" he asked sharply. "The keys are everything—not just to unlock the mysteries, but to enter the Citadel in the first place. Without one, they can’t go inside." + +His tone wasn’t skeptical—it was edged with quiet concern. Because if those Rulers were moving, it meant the stakes were much higher than anyone thought. And if they didn’t have a key, then the question was clear: what did they plan to do when the Citadel descended? + +"If I’m not wrong," Klaus said, his expression darkening with a solemn edge, "they’re teaming up with Drevon." + +His words struck like a hammer, and even before he explained further, Max’s face had already changed. A sudden intensity crept into his eyes, the calm he’d held moments before vanishing like mist.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +"There are reports," Klaus continued, "of the Rulers entering the Central Region and coming into direct contact with Drevon. It’s not confirmed yet, but the signs are too clear to ignore." + +Max clenched his fists slightly, his body tense. If the Rulers—those so-called guardians from the Four God Nation—were truly aligning themselves with Drevon, then killing him wouldn’t just be difficult... it could become nearly impossible. + +And worse, it would mean Max wasn’t just facing one enemy, but an entire elite faction with influence and resources stretching into the Middle Domain itself. + +"Nobody knows who holds the last key," Klaus added with a weary sigh. "Not even the Rulers seem to know. So, they did the next best thing—they sided with the strongest man in the Lower Domain." + +Max’s jaw tightened, a cold sigh escaping his lips. Just when I thought I could eliminate Drevon cleanly... Now, the situation had grown tangled, soaked in politics, secrets, and power plays. But he didn’t dwell on it for long. + +But suddenly Max felt something in him stirred and a wave of energy was released from him before a notification appeared in his vision. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 8 of Seeker Rank.] + +"Huh? I leveled up?" Max was stunned. He never expected to suddenly level up out of nowhere. It shocked him because leveling in this world required use of absorbing cores or taking treasures but he leveled up like it was nothing. + +He had never seen anything like that or leveled up like this before. Especially him who required a truck ton of cores for leveling even one level. + +Even Klaus and Old Saintess were surprised to see his strength suddenly increased to level 7 of Seeker Rank out of nowhere. + +’Damn this kid is such a show off.’ Klaus smiled wryly. + +"Anyway," Max said, his voice returning to its composed tone, "I’m heading to the Lost Continent. If the Citadel appears, I’ll join in with the elves and enter with them." + +He turned to the Old Saintess then, recalling something important. "By the way, I need a map of the Middle Domain. I don’t know when I’ll ascend, but I want to be prepared in advance." + +That request seemed to catch both Klaus and the Old Saintess by surprise. Their eyes flickered with realization—not shock, but understanding. After witnessing Max’s overwhelming power, they both silently agreed: the Lower Domain had nothing left to offer someone like him. Staying here any longer would only be a waste of time. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-581.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-581.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a1666e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-581.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 581: Preparing for the Finale" +slug: "ch-581" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 581 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1249 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You plan to enter the Middle Domain?" Klaus muttered, half to himself, but the Old Saintess was already reaching into her spatial ring. She retrieved a small leather-bound book and handed it to Max. + +"This contains everything you’ll need," she said. "Major factions, geography, forces, forbidden zones, and more. Study it well—it could save your life." + +Max nodded, accepting the book with appreciation and tucking it away safely. He’d read it thoroughly later. + +"But I must warn you," the Old Saintess added, her tone suddenly solemn, the warmth in her voice now edged with seriousness, "the Middle Domain is nothing like here. In the Lower Domain, there hasn’t been anyone close to your level—not now, not in generations. But in the Middle Domain... geniuses are like fish in the ocean. They’re everywhere. And they’re not just talented—they’re powerful. Some are monsters who’ve already touched the edge of the Divine Rank. You need to be ready for that." + +Max met her gaze and nodded with quiet resolve. "Thanks for the warning, Old Saintess. I’ll keep that in mind." He looked at them both one last time, his expression firm but respectful. + +"Alright, I’ll see you at the Citadel." With that, his figure surged into the sky, cutting through the clouds with swift, controlled flight. + +Within seconds, Max had vanished from sight, leaving behind only the echo of his presence as he headed toward the Lost Continent. + +"He’s going to get one hell of a surprise when he reaches the Middle Domain," the Old Saintess said with a soft, knowing smile, her gaze lingering on the sky where Max had disappeared moments ago. + +Klaus crossed his arms, clearly still wrestling with her words. "Max can battle a peak Expert Rank while only at level eight of the Seeker Rank... I don’t believe there are many, if any, geniuses in the Middle Domain who can do that. You say they’re everywhere, but someone like Max? I doubt it." + +His tone held a quiet defiance, a loyalty born from awe and pride. + +But the Old Saintess simply shook her head, still smiling faintly, not dismissive—but wise. "You don’t understand," she said gently. "What makes Max so terrifying here is his battle prowess—his techniques and skills. That will still give him an edge in the Middle Domain to an extent, yes. But the foundation of that realm... it’s something else entirely. The Middle Domain isn’t just a step above us—it’s a world built on deeper laws, older inheritances, and stronger bloodlines. There, most geniuses in the Expert Rank are already playing with Level 1 Concepts like toys. And the rare ones? Even some Seeker Ranks have already stepped into Conceptual mastery. Here in the Lower Domain, just comprehending a Concept is a miracle. But there, it’s a starting point." + +She paused, her voice growing steadier. "Inheritances and conceptual techniques that are near mythical in the Lower Domain—the kind of treasures forces here would guard with their lives—are found even among the weakest forces in the Middle Domain. + +She added lastly. "Techqniues that resonate with the laws, weapons forged by divine smiths, even battle systems built entirely around Law comprehension—those are normal there. And as I’ve said before, there is no shortage of geniuses. Max may be unmatched here, but in the Middle Domain, he’ll need to push harder, climb faster, and refine his strength to stay ahead." + +Klaus fell silent, his eyes dimming slightly as the weight of her words sank in. He’d heard her talk about the Middle Domain before—tales of lands where the sky was higher, the soil richer, and the rules of power rewritten. And each time, it left him shaken. + +This time was no different. In the end, he shook his head quietly, a bitter smile on his lips. "Some things..." he muttered, "just aren’t meant for people like us." + +The Old Saintess said nothing more, only looking toward the distant sky—toward the path Max had taken—wondering just how high that boy would soar when he finally reached the heavens meant for monsters. + +*** + +After leaving the Black Lotus Guild behind, Max soared across the sky, moving swiftly toward the far edge of the Valora Continent, his figure a streak of silent black and silver against the fading light. + +As he traveled, he couldn’t help but notice the thick presence of power lingering in the air. Not one, not two—but multiple Expert Rank auras filled the outer regions of the continent. Some pulsed with restraint, while others radiated unhidden aggression. + +’Too many Expert Rank masters are moving around,’ Max thought, narrowing his eyes as he flew with restrained speed. Each one was a formidable presence, and they all seemed to be scattered across the edges as if patrolling the skies or waiting for something—or someone. + +But Max said nothing. He didn’t engage. He simply pressed forward, gliding through the heavens like a phantom as he made his way to the Lost Continent. + +Half a day later, he arrived at its shores. The wild, untamed continent stretched before him like a sleeping beast. But he didn’t land—not immediately. + +The moment he neared the continent’s boundary, he froze. His senses flared. He could feel them—at least ten peak Expert Rank auras, each one sharper and more alert than the last, and worse, there was one aura he couldn’t even identify. + +It didn’t feel like anything from the Lower Domain. It didn’t feel like anything he’d encountered before. It wasn’t just strong—it was overwhelming. + +’Are they from the Four God Nation? The Middle Domain? The Rulers?’ Max’s expression shifted, a flicker of caution in his eyes. With his Green Soul, he was confident that no one from the Lower Domain would be able to sense his presence. + +But the forces from the Middle Domain? That was an entirely different matter. There were too many variables. Too many unknowns. And so, Max didn’t take any risks. + +He cloaked his presence completely and slipped into the Lost Continent like a shadow swallowed by the wind. Without a trace, he entered the Tower of Truth, avoiding every formation and scanning eye laid across the continent. + +Inside the tower’s deep chambers, he soon found her—Alice. She was seated silently in the Chamber of Concepts, her breath steady, her posture composed, completely immersed in meditation. + +But Max could sense it. The flickering warmth. The subtle burn in the air around her. She had done it. ’She’s finally comprehended the Concept of Flames,’ he thought with a quiet smile, nodding to himself before walking softly toward the secret chamber, leaving her undisturbed. + +In the quiet sanctuary of the chamber, Max sat cross-legged on a tile that shimmered with a deep blue hue, its energy humming softly beneath him. From his spatial space, he brought out the reward he had saved for this moment—the preserved draconic flesh he had received from Lord Harthorne. + +Encased in a small crystalline sphere, the piece of meat pulsed faintly, like it still carried a remnant of life. Max held it in his hand for a moment, then crushed the orb with a firm grip, letting the flesh fall into his palm. + +His black flames blazed to life in the next instant, wrapping the flesh in dark fire. + +’Devour,’ he commanded inwardly. The flames intensified, flickering violently, but controlled. Within moments, the piece of flesh sizzled and slowly disappeared, reduced to ash, then to energy, and finally into nothingness. + +A system notification echoed in his mind. + +--- + +[Draconic Essences increased by 146] + +[Draconic Essences: 446] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-582.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-582.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1558731 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-582.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 582: A Farewell" +slug: "ch-582" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 582 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max opened his eyes slowly, a faint light flickering in their depths. ’With this… my physical strength should now reach the peak of Expert Rank,’ he thought calmly. His muscles pulsed subtly, his body now infused with the raw might of dragon blood. + +’Now I need the Chaos Stones,’ Max thought, his gaze drifting across the quiet chamber as he noticed the absence of Princess Lenavira from the Tower of Truth. + +A flicker of disappointment passed through his mind, but it was quickly replaced by deeper thoughts. Her absence reminded him of the conversation he’d had with the elf Supreme Master, particularly the cryptic words about the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline and the Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline. + +But Max shook his head, brushing aside those tangled thoughts. ’I’ll deal with that later,’ he resolved. For now, the priority was the Chaos Stones. + +Seeing that Lenavira was nowhere in the tower, Max raised his hand and called out, "Xolo." Instantly, the golden spirit materialized in front of him, its ethereal form shimmering with a calm radiance. + +"If Princess Lenavira of the Elf Kingdom arrives at the tower," Max said, "notify me immediately. I’m going to train for a while." + +Xolo nodded without hesitation. "Alright," it said, vanishing as swiftly as it had appeared. + +A faint smile touched Max’s lips. With the notification in place, he let his consciousness sink deeply into the Dimension of Time. + +Inside that separate realm, time flowed differently—days stretched into years, and years into decades. + +Max sat cross-legged in perfect stillness, his mind utterly focused as he began comprehending the new techniques he had obtained: Lightning Manifestation Armor, a technique that wrapped his body in a living armor of lightning, crackling with both offense and defense; the Severing Flow Sword Art, a sword technique that built up severing force with each flowing strike, until the final cut could split through concepts themselves; and the Void Severance Slash, a space element technique that allowed him to tear through layers of reality in a single strike, attacking both body and space. + +In the blink of an eye in the real world, three days passed. But inside the Dimension of Time, decades had flowed by. + +Max’s understanding deepened far beyond what was normally possible in such a short span, and when he finally emerged on the fourth day, his aura was more refined, more composed, and more dangerous than ever. + +The moment he returned to reality, he felt a presence—Xolo had already appeared in front of him. "She is here," the golden spirit said calmly. + +Max nodded and closed his eyes briefly. In that instant, the air in the secret chamber shifted, and moments later, the figure of Princess Lenavira materialized before him, her expression filled with surprise. + +"Max!" she exclaimed, visibly startled to see him there. She hadn’t expected to be summoned into the chamber—especially not so suddenly, and especially not to find Max waiting like a ghost from the past. + +"How are things here?" Max asked, his tone casual but steady. He knew he had only been away for a month, but in the Tower of Truth, it wasn’t unusual for geniuses to spend several months in seclusion, meditating within the Chamber of Concepts. + +From the outside, it would have seemed like Max had simply followed the same path as everyone else—just another genius silently training. + +"It’s… very complicated," Princess Lenavira said with a troubled frown, her elegant brows creased. "I don’t know if you’ve heard of them, but there’s a myth in the Lost Continent about a group called the Rulers of the Lower Domain—guardians, said to be sent by the Four God Nation to keep balance in this part of the world. No one really believed in their existence for centuries, but a few weeks ago… they suddenly appeared here." + +Her tone carried a mix of disbelief and caution, as if she still hadn’t fully grasped the implications herself. "After speaking with them, my father learned that they too intend to enter the Citadel, and in the meantime, they’re ensuring that no war breaks out between the Valora Continent and our own. They’ve positioned themselves like peacekeepers—but we all know peace backed by overwhelming force is just controlled silence." + +She hesitated for a moment before continuing, a strange light flickering in her eyes. "What’s even more concerning is that, according to my father, these so-called guardians are convinced that the last key to the Citadel was found by someone from the Lost Continent. They’ve begun actively searching and asking questions. Whoever has it… they’ll find them, sooner or later." + +"I see," Max said, his expression darkening as the pieces clicked in his mind. ’So the Rulers know about the Lost Continent holding the last key? Or… maybe they always knew?’ + +It was hard to tell whether they had just discovered the truth or had been watching in silence all along, waiting for the right time to act. Still, if they were focused on the Lost Continent, things could become dangerous fast. + +He pushed those thoughts aside for the moment. "Anyway," he said, shifting the subject, "did you collect the Chaos Stones I asked for?" + +Lenavira nodded and tossed him a storage ring with a light flick of her wrist. "That ring contains about two hundred Chaos Stones. I got them from one of the underground spirit markets here." + +Max caught the ring and scanned its contents, nodding with satisfaction. "Thanks," he said simply. + +Then, without warning, Lenavira said, "By the way, I’m heading to the Middle Domain." + +Max blinked, caught completely off guard. "Ah—what?" he asked, stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected that—at all. + +A gentle smile touched her lips at his reaction. "My father’s worried," she said, her tone softening. "With the appearance of the Rulers, and how unstable things have become, he thinks anything could happen next. So he’s sending me to the elf faction in the Middle Domain—somewhere safer, and better prepared for what may come." + +She paused before adding, "Even if he hadn’t, I would’ve gone anyway. I’ve been feeling for a while now that I haven’t even begun to tap into the true potential of my Heavenly Luminance Royal Bloodline. But in the Middle Domain… I believe I can." + +Max nodded slowly, truly happy for her, but his thoughts immediately shifted to logistics. "How are you going to get there?" he asked. + +Despite his own strength, he had no clear plan for ascending to the Middle Domain, aside from the rumored path through the Forsaken Wilds, which was more of a death sentence than a real option. + +Lenavira gave a knowing smile. "Through a teleportation rune. It’s ancient, and only connects to specific elven territories in the Middle Domain. But there’s a catch—it only works for those with elven blood." + +Max nodded thoughtfully. ’I guess I’ll have to find another way,’ he thought, filing the information away for later. "So you’re leaving now?" he asked. + +She nodded. "Yes. In fact, I only came to the Tower of Truth to tell you this before I left." + +Max smiled warmly, appreciating the gesture. "Alright," he said. "After I handle things here in the Lower Domain, I’ll head to the Middle Domain too." + +Lenavira beamed. "Then I’ll wait for you," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "Now, send me out of this secret chamber." + +Max nodded, and with a single thought, her figure shimmered and vanished from the chamber. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-583.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-583.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ffee40f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-583.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 583: Descent of Citadel" +slug: "ch-583" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 583 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1127 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Left alone, Max stood in silence for a moment, then looked down at the ring in his hand. ’The Middle Domain… the true mainland of geniuses,’ he thought, excitement quietly building in his chest. ’I can’t wait to go there.’ + +Smiling quietly to himself, Max sat cross-legged on the smooth, glowing floor of the secret chamber and took out the storage ring Lenavira had given him. + +With a thought, the ring flashed, and all two hundred Chaos Stones tumbled out in front of him, each one pulsating with chaotic energy that shimmered like liquid stars trapped in crystal. The atmosphere around him instantly changed, thick with raw, unstable power. + +Without wasting time, Max extended his hand, and his black flames emerged like tendrils, coiling around the stones one by one. He began to devour them, each stone disappearing in a burst of heatless fire, its energy absorbed directly into his body.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +For the next hour, he sat unmoving, his aura rising with each passing minute, growing deeper, heavier, and more impenetrable. When the final Chaos Stone vanished into his palm, a quiet chime echoed in his mind. + +--- + +[Dragon Scales increased by 167] + +[Dragon Scales: 600] + +--- + +Max opened his eyes slowly, a glint of satisfaction flickering in their depths. + +’With 600 Dragon Scales, he mused, my defense should now be strong enough to rival even a true Master Rank expert.’ He recalled how, just a few months ago, his 433 Dragon Scales had been enough to take a direct hit from Drevon without suffering any visible injury. + +That kind of resilience was already unheard of. Now, with his defense bolstered even further, he felt like an indestructible force cloaked in mortal flesh. + +’Huh?’ Just as the thought faded, Max sensed a familiar presence—the subtle yet warm aura of Alice emerging from the Chamber of Concepts. A faint smile touched his lips. + +He rose and met her shortly after, the two of them slipping into a comfortable rhythm. They talked, they laughed, sharing small moments of peace that felt rare and fleeting in a world always on the brink of chaos. + +The day passed quietly, wrapped in gentle conversation and shared silence. + +From that point on, Max’s days found a steady balance. He spent time with Alice, enjoying her company, and when alone, he returned to the Tower of Truth’s Dimension of Time, diving deep into training, refining his techniques and concepts with relentless focus. + +Three days went by in this rhythm—Alice’s presence anchoring him to the present, while his training pulled him further into the future he was preparing for. + +During one of their conversations, Alice shared that now that she had comprehended the Level 1 Concept of Flames, her mother had decided to take her to the Phoenix God Nation, one of the Four God Nations, which she was a part of. + +Max felt a surge of happiness for her and somewhere beneath that, a quiet sense of relief. She would be safe, surrounded by power, in a place where her potential could bloom freely. He promised her that he would one day come to the Four God Nation. + +On the fourth day, Max sat alone, leaning back casually against the chamber wall, lost in thought as he reviewed his plans. ’I had intended to take care of Envoy Lucas and the Sun Faction,’ he reflected, his brows furrowing, ’but with the Rulers now moving openly throughout the continent, it’ll be hard to act without attracting attention.’ + +The guardians had thrown a wrench into everything, their presence blanketing the Lower Domain with silent pressure. Still, some grudges couldn’t be ignored. And one name—Lucas—burned bright in his mind like a wound that refused to heal. + +’That bastard…’ Max’s eyes narrowed, dark with simmering hatred. ’All smiles. Pretending to care. Acting like a friend—only to strike when I was alone.’ The betrayal still stung. ’No matter what, I’ll kill him.’ The thought was absolute. Calm or chaos, Rulers or not—Lucas’s end was already written. + +But just then, Max froze, his Green Soul suddenly stirring with urgency—an instinctual warning he didn’t ignore. Without hesitation, he vanished from the chamber and reappeared at the top of the Tower of Truth, the wind howling around him as he looked up into the vast sky. + +And then he saw it. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Citadel of Atherion…" he whispered, his voice lost in the wind. + +Far above, barely a speck at first, a glowing object shimmered in the sky, slowly growing in size as it descended from the heavens. + +At first glance, it looked like a distant star, but within seconds, its form began to sharpen. + +Massive, otherworldly structures took shape—towering walls, grand spires that spiraled with celestial runes, floating platforms encircling its base like orbiting moons. Its very presence distorted the clouds, parting the skies in rippling waves as it broke through the boundary between realms. + +As it descended further, its true scale revealed itself—it was humongous, a fortress so colossal it seemed to dwarf mountains. The Citadel looked ancient, ageless, and yet impossibly intact—its dark stone walls glowing with runes of light and flickering energy that pulsed like a living heart. + +The core of the Citadel shone with a golden luminescence, wrapped in swirling veils of silver mist that gave it the appearance of something divine. The heavens above groaned, the clouds splitting apart as the citadel’s enormous shadow stretched across both land and sea. + +At that very moment, the entire world began to tremble. The earth shook, not in destruction, but in awe—as if the land itself bowed to the descending behemoth. Mountains rumbled, oceans stirred, and beasts across the continents howled in instinctive reverence or fear. + +In the Lost Continent, people were yanked from their daily lives and drawn into the air, rising through invisible force as if summoned by fate. Countless figures—experts, masters, demons, elves, and hidden experts—all appeared in the sky, eyes locked upward in stunned silence. + +In the Valora Continent, the same scene played out. From the snow-capped peaks of the northern ranges to the blazing deserts in the south, people paused and looked to the sky. + +The Citadel of Atherion could be seen from every corner of the world, slowly descending like a divine kingdom returning to the mortal realm. + +Even ordinary mortals who couldn’t sense energy or see spiritual phenomena were drawn to it, as if something primal inside them recognized its arrival. + +Max stood there, wind swirling around his figure, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as he stared at the majestic descent of the Citadel. + +’It’s begun…’ he thought, heart pounding with anticipation. The stage had finally been set—the Citadel of Atherion, the mythical place set to hold some of the mysteries of the Divine Realm was finally here. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-584.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-584.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..182831c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-584.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 584: Drevon’s Situation" +slug: "ch-584" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 584 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +In the heart of the Central Region of the Valora Continent, atop the roof of a towering, black-stone building surrounded by the intricate spires of the Monarch’s territory, Drevon stood with his arms folded, his gaze fixed skyward. + +The Citadel of Atherion was descending—slowly, majestically, like a divine fortress returning to the mortal world. + +It should have been a moment of triumph. The Citadel was the only known place outside the Middle Domain that contained energy dense enough to allow an expert to break into the Master Rank. + +For someone like him, standing halfway into the Master Rank, it represented opportunity—a gateway to ascension. + +But even then chances were much low. Citadel would descend every few years and then but no being from the Lower Domain had ever entered Master Rank from Expert Rank even with significantly dense energy in the Citadel. + +For Drevon, he didn’t eye the dense energy inside the citadel but the treasures inside. He believed the treasures inside should be enough to push him into the realm of the Master Rank. + +Last few times, he had entered the Citadel, it was too much restricted but with the last key being found, they could finally explored the full of Citadel. + +And yet, Drevon’s expression was far from celebratory. His mood was grim, his jaw tight, the faint flicker of frustration simmering beneath his calm. + +Behind him, a young man with sleek black hair and sharp, calculating eyes approached. Clad in fine robes embroidered with subtle silver lines, his presence exuded authority that went far beyond mere cultivation rank. + +"Drevon," the young man spoke in an even tone, his words clipped with precision, "are your people ready? Once the Citadel settles, we make our move." + +Drevon turned, suppressing the disdain rising in his chest as he looked at the man. "Young Master Silus, my forces are fully prepared," he said smoothly. "With a single command from you, they will enter the Citadel without hesitation." + +Silus nodded, his eyes gleaming with quiet ambition as he turned his gaze back toward the colossal shadow in the sky. "Good," he murmured, then paused thoughtfully. "I wonder how things are in the Lost Continent. But with Commander Shen stationed there, I doubt anyone will dare to act out of turn. He won’t allow it." + +Drevon hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a measured voice. "Young Master, are you not sending people to join Magnar’s group? He holds one of the keys, and it’s said he’ll lead most of the top factions into the Citadel. If we don’t align with them, we risk—" + +But Silus calmly raised a hand, silencing him. "We guardians of the Lower Domain were never meant to interfere here unless the Middle Domain was directly involved—or unless something truly unnatural occurred." + +His voice was quiet but firm. "Our presence here already breaks that law. If we act too openly, the other three families will take notice. And if that happens, the fragile balance between the Four God Nation will shatter. I’m not here to start a war between the divine families. I’m here for the Citadel’s secrets." + +Drevon bowed his head slightly, forcing a respectful smile. "I see. Young Master Silus has already thought everything through." But inside, rage brewed. He hated how easily he had to lower his head to this child. In any other circumstance, he would have already crushed Silus and reclaimed control of his own fate. + +But this wasn’t just any youth. Silus Xuan was a One-Star Genius of the Xuan Family, one of the four ruling families of the Four God Nation, and a direct heir to one of the greatest powers of the Middle Domain. + +To raise a hand against him would be courting death—not just his own, but the annihilation of the entire Monarch faction. + +So Drevon stood still, his voice polite, his expression controlled. But in his heart, he clenched his ambition tighter than ever, waiting for the moment when the Citadel might offer him something even greater than this insufferable alliance—a chance to seize true power. + +Moreover, it wasn’t as if Drevon could do anything to Silus even if he dared to try. As a One-Star Genius of the prestigious Xuan Family, Silus might not have been ranked among the top geniuses of the Middle Domain, but he was still an elite—from Lower Domain’s perspective—already standing at Level 2 of the Master Rank. + +That level of power wasn’t something Drevon could contend with. Not now. Not here. He could have all the ambition and hatred in the world, but at the end of the day, reality was merciless. + +Even if he charged at Silus with all his strength, it would be like a dog throwing itself at a mountain. The result would be instant obliteration. + +"Once it fully settles and all the keys are activated, call me," Silus said, turning away without sparing another glance. "I’ll be preparing in the meantime." + +Then he vanished from the rooftop in a ripple of space, leaving Drevon behind. + +As the silence returned, Drevon stood there motionless for a long moment, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Rage pulsed through his veins, but in the end, all he could do was sigh heavily and let it go—for now. + +His time would come. The Citadel wasn’t just a place of power—it was a battlefield where fates would be rewritten. + +*** + +At the same time, far to the west, in the golden grandeur of the Sun Palace, tension simmered beneath the surface. Within the throne hall, a massive chamber gilded with solar emblems and red banners, dozens of powerful figures stood gathered, all eyes turned toward the sky where the Citadel of Atherion continued its slow descent. + +On the central throne sat King Magnar, regal and unmoving, his golden armor gleaming beneath the floating crystal lights. Beside him stood Klaus, Kate, Ralph, and many other prominent leaders from across the continent. + +Among them were the heads of the four great families, as well as representatives from the top five guilds of the East Region. Including many other peak Expert Rank masters and leaders from all over the Valora Continent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-585.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-585.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..489f113 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-585.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 585: King Magnar’s Faction" +slug: "ch-585" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 585 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1211 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. Everyone there was aware of the truth: not all of them could enter. + +The Citadel’s rules were strict—one key only allowed ten individuals to pass through, regardless of rank or status. And though the Sun Palace was now filled with tens of Expert Rank masters, only a few would follow Magnar into the Citadel itself. + +"I have already informed you of the names that will accompany me into the Citadel," King Magnar declared, his voice cold and absolute. "There will be no changes. The decision is final." + +His gaze swept over the hall with authority. "The rest of you will remain on standby at the borders of the Central Region, in case the Monarch’s side attempts something foolish in Drevon’s absence. I believe it unlikely—but it never hurts to be prepared." + +The moment his words fell, unrest rippled through the crowd. + +"What about us? We also want to enter the Citadel!" + +"Yeah, I’ve served you for years—you can’t just ignore that now!" + +"Magnar! I’ve traveled here all the way from the East—surely you could make an exception!" + +"What about this gentleman from the South Region? He’s brought rare information and support!" + +One after another, voices rose in frustration and disbelief. The throne hall, once unified under the anticipation of the Citadel’s arrival, now trembled with dissatisfaction. + +These were not nameless experts—they were leaders of both small and large factions from across the Valora Continent, men and women who had fought, bled, and allied themselves with Magnar for years. + +And yet, even among them, only a handful would be chosen to enter the Citadel. For the rest, the doors remained closed. A reality as harsh and unyielding as the Citadel itself. + +"This is my final word," King Magnar declared, his voice echoing through the grand hall like a divine command. It wasn’t just loud—it was majestic, carrying with it an undeniable weight that pressed down on every soul present. + +The moment those words rang out, all the murmurs and protests vanished. It was as if the very air had been silenced, the sheer authority in his tone freezing every thought of dissent. His golden eyes scanned the room, unwavering, daring anyone to speak against him. + +"If anyone still has complaints," he continued, his tone sharp like the edge of a blade, "you can bring them to me—after I return from the Citadel." + +The message was clear: his decision was absolute, and any challenge would have to wait until he held the power the Citadel promised. + +A tense silence followed, and one by one, the dissatisfied expressions around the hall began to fade. The leaders of great and small forces alike lowered their heads. That single sentence had shattered all objections. It wasn’t just fear of Magnar’s strength—it was fear of the man himself. His presence, his aura, his commanding dominance—it left no room for arguments. + +"You are all dismissed," Magnar said finally, his voice calm now, but still carrying that underlying force that brooked no refusal. + +Without a word, the crowd began to disperse. Dozens of Expert Rank masters, faction leaders, and high-ranking guild members turned and walked away, their ambitions temporarily buried beneath the shadow of the king’s will. + +Footsteps echoed through the chamber as cloaks swayed and doors opened, the tension slowly fading with each departing figure. + +Eventually, only ten individuals remained in the Sun Palace, their expressions solemn yet determined. These were the chosen—those who would follow King Magnar into the Citadel of Atherion. + +Among them stood Kate, her calm gaze focused; Ralph Thorne, eyes filled with quiet anticipation; and Klaus, his posture remained calm as always. + +Kheonne Evernight, with her cold and aloof demeanor, stood silently beside them. James Garfield of the Lionheart Guild of the East, known for his unrivaled ferocity in battle, rested one hand casually on the hilt of his massive saber. + +Garrison Ashford, of the Ashford Family, and Nortan Blade of the Blade Family. Finally, there were two Warlords from the Union Vanguard, both wrapped in heavy cloaks that could not conceal the dangerous aura they exuded. + +Together, these ten formed the strike team that would enter the Citadel. + +"What happened to Aurelia?" King Magnar asked, his voice carrying a hint of frustration beneath its usual calm. His sharp gaze turned to Kate, who stood quietly to his left. + +Of all the people he had expected to be at his side for the Citadel expedition, Aurelia’s absence troubled him the most. Her strength was undeniable—one of the absolute best in the entire continent—and having her within the Citadel could’ve significantly tilted the balance in their favor. + +"She didn’t even send a message," he added, clearly agitated. + +Kate sighed softly, her expression conflicted. "She told me she’s busy with some other things and couldn’t come," she said, shaking her head. "But to be honest… I don’t know what could be more important than entering the Citadel of Atherion." + +Despite knowing Aurelia for many years, despite understanding her pride and independence, even Kate couldn’t fathom what could make someone willingly pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. + +Her recent actions had already been questionable, yes—but this? This was beyond reason. + +King Magnar shook his head slowly, disappointment flickering in his eyes. "What a waste," he muttered. + +Before the silence could linger, Ralph stepped forward and asked abruptly, "What about that? Is it fully charged?" His eyes sparkled with anticipation. + +King Magnar turned to him, a rare smile forming on his face—calculated and cold. "Yes. It’s fully charged," he said with quiet satisfaction. "We’ve got one shot against Drevon, and I’ll make sure we don’t miss it." + +There was a heavy weight behind his words—a promise. The weapon, whatever it was, had been prepared in secrecy, and its activation was meant to be a turning point. One move. One decisive blow. The kind that could reshape the future of the Valora Continent. + +Suddenly, the air outside shifted, a subtle change that only the most attuned could feel. The weight of the Citadel’s descent had finally reached its end. The world had stopped shaking. The Citadel of Atherion had fully settled upon the land. + +"Let’s go," King Magnar commanded, rising to his full imposing height. His cloak billowed behind him as he stepped down from the dais. "The Citadel has finally settled. It’s time." + +Without another word, he turned and began walking toward the grand exit of the Sun Palace, his golden armor gleaming under the radiant glow of the palace lights. + +The other nine chosen leaders followed in silence, their expressions grave, their hearts steady. + +*** + +After watching the Citadel of Atherion finally settle in the far distance, casting its towering shadow across the world like a slumbering titan, Max vanished from the peak of the Tower of Truth and reappeared in the hidden chamber below. His gaze was calm but resolute as he stood amidst the quiet glow of ancient runes. + +’It’s time,’ he thought, reaching into his spatial ring and pulling out the golden key—the one granted to him after clearing the final floors of the Nine Dragon Painting. + +The moment the key was out, it shuddered in his hand, vibrating with a divine energy, and then broke free, rising into the air and beginning to shine with radiant gold light. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-586.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-586.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c733f13 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-586.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 586: A Golem?" +slug: "ch-586" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 586 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly as the energy intensified. + +He knew—this wasn’t just happening here. All five keys scattered across the continent were responding to the same call. Somewhere out there, the other holders were witnessing the same phenomenon. + +As if following a higher law, all five keys suddenly began to rotate at immense speed, and a moment later, a ripple in space tore open in front of Max, forming a portal that shimmered with countless runes of origin. + +’Let’s see what the excitement of the Citadel is all about,’ he thought with a faint smile, and then, without hesitation, stepped into the portal. The moment he entered, the portal collapsed into itself, taking the golden key with it. + +*** + +When Max emerged, he found himself standing at the entrance of a massive, twisting stone path surrounded by what appeared to be a dark, ancient forest. The trees were tall and gnarled, their leaves glowing faintly with unnatural hues. The sky above was dim and clouded, with shafts of golden light occasionally piercing through the mist, giving the place an eerie majesty. + +Max activated his Three-Dimensional Body, and immediately, awareness surged from him like a field of light, scanning the surroundings. It didn’t take him long to realize—this was a maze, not just in structure but in essence. + +The paths twisted, turned, and overlapped in impossible ways. + +’This maze is huge,’ Max thought with a frown, stretching his awareness even further, only to find that no matter how far it extended, he couldn’t sense an exit. It was like the maze itself warped space, denying him the knowledge of the end. + +Wasting no time, Max darted forward, his steps swift and silent. With his enhanced awareness from his Three Dimensional Body, he could tell which paths were dead ends and which connected to deeper segments of the maze, so he only followed those that carried the faintest thread of continuity. + +But the maze was not without danger. Not long into his advance, the forest trembled—and suddenly, the twisted trees parted, revealing hulking monsters and demonic beasts, each radiating the fearsome pressure of Expert Rank strength. + +They came in waves—blood-eyed panthers with crackling claws, shadow serpents that merged with the dark, ogre-like titans carrying clubs made of bone and stone. Some roared, others slithered in silence, but all shared one trait—they wanted to tear him apart. + +Max didn’t stop. + +Without even drawing a breath, he used his skill. + +"Magic Sword Barrage," he muttered. Instantly, the space around him rippled as hundreds of blue glowing swords materialized in the air like ethereal flames, spinning with deadly purpose. The air vibrated with power as the swords shot forward like a storm unleashed. + +Dozens of beasts were impaled, shredded, and torn apart mid-leap, their cries drowned beneath the howl of energy. The forest lit up with blue radiance as the barrage continued, carving a path of destruction through the horde. Blood sprayed, limbs flew, and within seconds, the battlefield was littered with dismembered corpses. + +And still, Max kept moving. His expression remained calm, almost cold. Every time a new beast lunged from the shadows, he responded with another burst of magical swords, each wave faster, sharper, and more precise than the last. + +Even monsters that hid within the trees or tunneled through the earth were found and slain by the invisible awareness of his Three-Dimensional Body. His advance through the maze was relentless—a one-man army tearing through an entire world of death and illusions. + +With every step forward, the maze grew more twisted, the beasts more feral, and the sky darker—but Max’s momentum never faltered. + +After weaving his way through the twisted maze of forest and shadows for nearly an hour, Max suddenly came to a halt. His brows furrowed as he tilted his head slightly, his Three-Dimensional Body detecting something unusual. + +’Huh? What is that?’ he thought, narrowing his eyes. It wasn’t directly in front of him—in fact, it was far off, hidden within the dense network of paths—but it was moving. And fast. + +Whatever it was, it had sensed him, and now it was heading straight toward his location. As the presence closed in, Max’s awareness began to outline its shape—it was humanoid in form, but not remotely human. + +The figure was like a living golem, a construct of roots, bark, earth, and stone, moving with shocking speed for something so massive. Its energy was unnatural, completely different from the beasts he’d slaughtered earlier, and a chill ran through Max’s spine—not out of fear, but from sheer instinct. + +Without hesitation, Max raised his hand, and with a single thought, hundreds of blue glowing swords materialized in the air around him, each humming with contained power. + +The air thickened with pressure as they circled him like a storm waiting to break. He stood still, waiting, watching. And then, through the trees, the figure emerged. + +It was massive—at least eight feet tall, maybe more—with a thick torso made of tightly bound roots and vines, limbs that resembled twisted branches carved from stone and moss, and a head that was nothing more than a cracked bark mask with two glowing emerald eyes. + +It moved with heavy steps, but unnaturally fast, the ground cracking under each stride. Max didn’t wait for it to make the first move. + +"Die." The word left his lips coldly as he pointed forward, and all at once, the swords launched from behind him with a deafening roar of magical energy. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! + +One after another, the blue glowing swords slammed into the figure—dozens striking it from all angles. + +But Max’s eyes widened in shock. Each sword, instead of tearing through the creature, was either deflected harmlessly off its earth-like armor, or worse—dissipated entirely the moment of impact, as if the figure’s body absorbed the magical energy itself. + +Fragments of blue light scattered in the air like broken glass, and not even a scratch marred the creature’s bark-covered form. + +Max frowned, eyes narrowing. ’That thing just tanked hundreds of my magic swords... like they were nothing.’ This wasn’t just a mindless guardian. Whatever this creature was, it had a body built to resist conceptual and magical attacks, and it was still advancing without hesitation. + +The towering figure made entirely of roots, stone, and earth resumed its advance, each thunderous stomp shaking the ground beneath Max’s feet as it drew closer with menacing intent. Its emerald eyes gleamed with unnatural awareness, locked onto Max as if it recognized him as prey. + +Max’s expression hardened, and with a sharp breath, he raised his hand again. "Magic Sword Descends!" he shouted, this time activating the Epic Rank version of his skill. Instantly, the space above him twisted and surged with power as hundreds of colossal blue-glowing swords materialized in the air. + +Each sword was at least three times the size of a normal one, and they radiated an oppressive, deadly aura—each blade humming with a resonance that could tear through the defenses of even a peak Expert Rank warrior with ease. + +The pressure in the air intensified to the point where the surrounding trees began to shake and crack from the sheer force exuding from the summoned weapons. + +Without the slightest hesitation, Max launched them. The sky itself seemed to split open as the enormous swords rained down toward the golem-like figure in a terrifying storm of death. + +But then something happened that shattered Max’s expectations completely. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-587.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-587.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ba1afec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-587.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 587: Invincible!" +slug: "ch-587" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 587 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1102 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as one of the massive swords was about to pierce its target, the figure’s arm moved—fluid, controlled, precise—and it caught the sword midair like it was nothing more than a falling branch. + +And then with a swift motion, the creature spun the blade, and using it as a weapon, began to deflect the rest of the incoming swords, its movements smooth and calculated. + +One after another, the giant glowing blades were struck aside, shattered midair, or blocked cleanly by the very sword Max had summoned to destroy it. + +Max stood frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief. ’Is that thing… a Master Rank golem?’ he thought, stunned. The implications were staggering. Even at his Limitbreaker Realm, using an Epic Rank skill, he should’ve been able to decimate normal peak Expert Rank warrior without breaking a sweat. + +But this creature hadn’t just resisted the attack—it had mastered it, using his own technique against him with terrifying proficiency. It wasn’t brute force—it was awareness, control, technique. + +The figure wasn’t just some magical construct. It was a battle-tested monster, forged for war inside the Citadel’s unforgiving depths. + +’Let’s see if it can survive one of my strongest skills,’ Max thought grimly, his gaze hardening as he raised his hand toward the sky. + +This time, he wasn’t holding back. He activated Magic Swords Excalibur—the Legendary Rank version of his skill so rare and powerful that even among top-tier experts, it could instantly kill any Expert Rank masters according to Max. + +And Max wasn’t just using it at base level. This was a skill he had mastered to level 100, just one step away from the Limitbreaker Realm. The air around him trembled, space distorting as energy coalesced above him with blinding brilliance. + +Almost instantly, a giant golden sword materialized in the air—Excalibur, a weapon that looked less like a sword and more like a celestial judgment descending from the heavens. Its blade was radiant, glowing with ancient runes, and it hovered high in the air like a second sun rising in the dead of night, casting brilliant golden light across the entire forested maze. + +The shadows fled. The wind died. The world seemed to pause. + +"Go!" Max roared, and with a crack of sound that split the sky, the massive golden Excalibur began to descend. Its speed was not blinding, but deliberate—slow and crushing, as if the will of the heavens was grinding its way down to obliterate everything in its path. + +As it fell, it emitted shockwaves so intense that even Max, standing far from the impact zone, was pushed back several steps, his hair and cloak flaring in the storm of energy. The very ground beneath the maze trembled, and trees cracked and splintered in its presence. + +But then—something happened that Max could hardly comprehend. + +Just as the Excalibur was about to strike the towering root-and-stone figure, the golem lifted its arms, its limbs of twisted bark and hardened soil pulsing with condensed force. With a sudden motion, it punched upward, its massive fist crashing directly into the base of the descending Excalibur. + +Bang!𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +BOOM! + +A deafening explosion tore through the air as the golden sword and the golem’s fist collided. For a second, everything was engulfed in a flash of golden light—and then, to Max’s horror, the Excalibur shattered. + +Not slowly. Not as if worn down. It exploded, breaking apart into countless golden fragments that scattered across the sky like broken stars, the echoes of the blast rippling through the forest like a divine heartbeat silenced too soon. + +Max stood frozen, the aftermath of the detonation stirring his clothes and tousling his hair. He stared at the unscathed figure, his mind stunned. ’It destroyed my level 100 Legendary Rank skill… with a single punch.’ He was stupefied, horrified even. + +And worst of all, the towering root-and-stone figure now stood directly in Max’s path, like an unmovable gatekeeper, its glowing emerald eyes locked onto him with mechanical precision. + +’Are all attacks formed from mana useless against it? Or is it simply that strong?’ Max thought grimly, stepping back as the creature resumed its relentless stomping, its steps slow and heavy but terrifyingly certain. + +Every instinct screamed at him that this wasn’t a foe he could overcome with skills or flashy techniques—not now. + +He began retreating quickly, his mind racing for options, ready to unleash the power of the Black Sun Inheritance if necessary, but just as the thought formed, his Three-Dimensional Body surged with warning—and what he saw next made cold sweat drip down his spine. + +It wasn’t just one. + +From every corner of the maze, from behind twisting turns and distant shadows, not one, not two, not even three, but tens of those very same humanoid figures—golem-like monsters made of roots, trees, and earth—were charging toward him. + +Each moved with unnatural speed and the same chilling presence as the one he’d barely held off. It wasn’t just a battle anymore. It was a hunt, and he was the prey. + +’Fuck—I need to get out of here!’ Max cursed inwardly, immediately activating every dash and acceleration skill in his arsenal. His body blurred like a streak of lightning as he shot forward—right past the figure in front of him. + +In that single flash, he channeled the full might of his 446 Draconic Essences, flooding his limbs with pure, raw, physical power. His veins bulged, his bones groaned under the pressure, and then—he struck. + +BANG! + +Max’s fist smashed into the golem’s chest with such force that the impact echoed through the maze like thunder. The creature was blasted off its feet, sent flying backward, its enormous frame slamming into the thick stone wall with enough power to crack it. + +Without even waiting to see the aftermath, Max launched himself forward, weaving through the maze’s pathways at breakneck speed. ’If only I could fly here...’ he muttered to himself, but this zone seemed to suppress flight, and the labyrinth above was too tightly packed to even attempt leaping across paths. + +Just when he allowed himself the faintest relief, his Three-Dimensional Body flared again—and what he saw made his heart sink. The golem he had punched with everything—the one that should’ve been crippled—was already standing. + +Not only standing, but chasing him, completely unharmed, its body uncracked, its movements as steady and menacing as before. + +’Fuck them!’ Max thought, gritting his teeth, rage and disbelief boiling within him. He was running from monsters that defied logic, defied force, defied magic. + +But just then, his Three-Dimensional Body picked up something new. Something different. Not monstrous. Human. Multiple human energy signatures, weaving through the maze from another direction—people. Real people. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-588.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-588.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11b0b82 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-588.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 588: Meeting Elarion" +slug: "ch-588" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 588 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1250 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max sprinted through the twisting paths of the ancient maze, his body a blur as he changed direction again and again, his movements guided not by sight but by the invisible awareness granted by his Three-Dimensional Body. + +Every turn, every shift in momentum, was precise and deliberate. + +He was moving toward the group of people he had sensed—beings with auras distinctly human, flickering with life unlike the monstrous constructs hunting him. + +’No, wait...’ Just as he closed in, his mind reeled at the revelation. ’They’re surrounded too?’ Through the extended reach of his perception, he saw the truth—dozens upon dozens of those same golems, each one hulking and relentless, were closing in on the group like a tidal wave of stone and bark. + +The group, led by Elarion were elves from the Lost Continent, was desperately trying to outrun them, attacking where they could, but it was clear they were being overwhelmed. + +’It seems this entire maze is infested with these monsters,’ Max thought grimly, still charging forward without slowing. + +Knowing they were elves led by Elarion, Max picked up his pace and there was another reason Max was heading that way—because his Three-Dimensional Body had picked up something else too: the faint signature of a spatial rupture, a transition point, a possible exit just ahead of the group. + +They weren’t just running blindly—they were running toward the only way out. ’That’s where I need to go,’ Max resolved, his pace quickening. + +He guessed now that he, like others had different starting point and had likely started near the center of the maze, a cruel and calculated place to begin. The Citadel didn’t play fair—it threw the strongest into the deepest traps, and Max had likely drawn the shortest straw. + +That meant he still had much of the maze to cover, still many traps and ambushes to evade if he wanted to get out of this place. But now, with the direction clear, with the path carved by the desperate resistance of others, he had a target. + +And so, it didn’t take long before Max arrived at the part of the maze where Elarion and a group of elven warriors were locked in a desperate retreat, fighting and running as hundreds of golem constructs closed in from all sides. + +The scene was chaotic—blasts of elemental magic lighting up the twisted forest path, arrows flying, blades clashing against bark and stone, but it was clear they were being pushed back. The elves, graceful and disciplined as they were, couldn’t match the sheer, unrelenting force of the enemy pressing in on them. + +Max’s eyes sharpened, and his expression grew solemn. ’There are far too many…’ he thought grimly, already knowing that if something wasn’t done immediately, they’d be overwhelmed. + +Without hesitation, he activated his Crimson Reaper Inheritance, and a pulse of dark power rippled from his body. In the blink of an eye, ten enormous black flaming spheres erupted into existence, positioned precisely between the advancing golems and the elven group. + +The flaming spheres didn’t enclose the golems, they were too many for that—instead, Max used them like burning barriers, walls of hellish fire that rose and held firm, slowing the advance of the monstrous constructs and forcing them to circle or hesitate, giving the elves a critical window. + +The air hissed with dark energy as the black flames radiated heat and death, their presence suffocating to anything that tried to push through. + +"RUN FOR IT!" Max roared, his voice booming through the maze. "I’ll hold them off for as long as I can!" + +Elarion and his elven warriors turned at the sudden voice, shock flashing in their eyes as they saw Max, standing like a wall before the tide of death. + +For a heartbeat, none of them moved—some stunned by his appearance, others by the sheer pressure he now exuded—but they quickly understood this wasn’t the time for questions. + +Without a word, they sprinted past the flaming barricade and gathered behind Max, the sound of the golems smashing against the barriers echoing like drums of war. + +"Follow me. I know the way out," Max said quickly to Elarion, already pivoting and taking off through the maze. Without hesitation, the elves followed. Max led them at full speed, his Three-Dimensional Body spreading awareness in all directions as they cut through the labyrinth. + +Sometimes he turned sharply right, other times left, weaving through the forest paths with fluid precision, avoiding ambushes and false turns. + +They didn’t stop. They didn’t look back. And after what felt like a stretch of breathless minutes, + +Max finally noticed through his awareness that the army of golems couldn’t be seen anymore meaning they had created some distance between them and the golems. But they didn’t stop and kept moving through. + +"Max, how come you’re here?" one of the elite elves asked, his voice filled with disbelief as he ran alongside him. The elf had witnessed Max’s overwhelming battle against Drevon, and to now see him inside the Citadel was nothing short of shocking. + +Max didn’t answer immediately, but Elarion, running just a step behind, responded with a faint smile on his lips. "He had the last key to the Citadel," he said, as if that truth had always been inevitable. + +With how monstrous Max’s talent was, how absurd his growth had been, it made perfect sense. If anyone in the Lower Domain were to stumble upon the final key to one of the world’s greatest mysteries, it would be Max. + +Max, meanwhile, glanced at the six elves running with him. Something felt off. "Why are there only six of you?" he asked, voice steady but clearly curious. "Weren’t the humans from the Moon Faction supposed to enter with you? I sensed it back when I activated the key—each one allows ten people to enter." + +Elarion’s expression darkened instantly, his face turning cold. "A commander from the Guardians, named Commander Shen, allowed three demons to enter with him." + +His voice was bitter, almost disgusted. "That reduced the available slots on our side. Two of them were Demon Lords, and the third… was an ancient demon. One that’s been hiding in the shadows for decades, maybe centuries." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his steps never faltering. The guardians are allowing demons into the Citadel? he thought, fury simmering beneath the surface. ’What game are they playing? And why would they align with demons—especially inside a place as crucial as the Citadel?’ Whatever it was, Max didn’t like it. Not one bit. + +Just then, his Three-Dimensional Body pulsed with alert, and Max felt a sudden surge of power—not from behind, but ahead. A battle was taking place not far from their position, and as his awareness spread forward and picked up the details, his eyes narrowed sharply. + +The path ahead was opening—the end of the maze was near, and they were about to enter a vast plain, free of the enclosing maze walls that had hemmed them in until now. + +"We’re about to reach a plain area—no more maze walls after this turn," Max called out, his voice serious. "There’s a battle happening up ahead… but listen to me. I have a plan." He quickly relayed his strategy to Elarion, speaking with calm urgency, laying out how they could approach the battlefield without being overwhelmed and also told him about his plan. + +Elarion listened intently, then gave Max a hard look. "Are you sure?" he asked solemnly. + +"I’ll be fine," Max said, his voice steady as steel, eyes gleaming with purpose. "Let’s move." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-589.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-589.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..61cb835 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-589.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 589: Killing Commendments" +slug: "ch-589" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 589 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1200 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the far edge of the labyrinthine maze, the dense forest paths finally gave way to an expansive plain—a wide, open stretch of jagged stone and wind-swept grass, silent save for the sound of battle tearing through the air. + +At the center of this battlefield stood a massive blue-colored door, glowing with a strange, otherworldly light. The door pulsed with energy, its surface swirling like a dimensional portal, clear and gleaming like liquid sapphire—the gateway to the next stage of the Citadel. + +But no one could approach it. Not yet. Because at that very moment, an intense, all-consuming battle was raging across the field like a tempest. + +At the forefront of the chaos, King Magnar, Kate, and Klaus were locked in a fierce, desperate struggle against none other than Drevon, who stood at the heart of the storm like a dark god of war. Every swing of his blade, every pulse of his energy sent tremors through the earth. + +Despite being outnumbered, Drevon’s strength was monstrous. His strikes were sharp, his movement precise, and his mastery of his concept was higher. Even with all three of them working in perfect unison, they were clearly being pushed back. + +Klaus was bloodied, Kate panting with exhaustion, and Magnar’s armor cracked and scorched. But Drevon showed no signs of faltering. He fought like a man possessed—with cold hatred, sharp cunning, and brutal efficiency. + +Meanwhile, not far from them, the rest of Magnar’s chosen group was engaged in their own desperate battle against the infamous Three Commandments of Monarch. Garil, the Commandment of Wild, fought with primal fury, his form half-covered in beast-like essence as he tore through the battlefield with savage claws and explosive bursts of earth energy. + +Loxus, the Commandment of Lightning, moved like a storm given form, his body cloaked in crackling arcs of blue electricity that lashed out with every movement. And then there was Reiner, the Commandment of Spear, whose thrusts tore through the air with pinpoint precision and frightening power—his spear almost invisible to the eye as he struck with relentless rhythm. + +Facing them were Ralph, Garrison, Nortan, James Garfield, and the others. They were holding their own—for now—but the ground beneath their feet was stained with blood, and the air stung with pressure. It was a battle of equals, of titans clashing on ancient stone. + +And off to the side, far removed from the fury, Silus Xuan sat calmly atop a boulder, his legs crossed, his face indifferent, even sneering as he watched the chaos unfold like a spectator at a show he already knew the ending to. + +Standing beside him was a tall, grim-faced man with a spear strapped across his back, his posture straight, his presence sharp. His expression was solemn, observing the battle with focused eyes, but he made no move to interfere. + +Behind the two stood three more young men, their auras impressive but still paling in comparison to Silus. All three were at the peak of the Expert Rank, clearly geniuses in their own right, likely junior elites of other Middle Domain families. But now, they stood silently, overshadowed by the monstrous powers at play before them. + +But just as the two fierce battles raged on—one between Drevon and the three leaders, and the other between the Three Commandments and Magnar’s elite—three massive golden swords suddenly materialized high in the air, their appearance as abrupt as a divine judgment descending from the heavens. + +Each sword radiated overwhelming power, forged from pure golden energy, glowing like miniature suns. Before anyone could react, the swords descended like lightning bolts of wrath, targeting the Three Commandments of Monarch. + +Caught completely off guard, Garil, Loxus, and Reiner barely had time to lift their heads before the golden blades pierced through them. Their defensive auras shattered like glass, their bodies torn apart in a blink—cleaved into pieces, their life force extinguished before they could even unleash a counterattack. + +It happened in an instant, so fast and so violently that even the watching elites—Ralph, Garrison, Nortan, James, and the Union Warlords—stood frozen in utter disbelief. + +They had just been locked in a dead-even struggle with the Commandments, barely managing to hold the line, yet now those same enemies had been wiped out in one stroke, their bodies obliterated by an attack that felt more like a divine execution than any mortal technique. + +No one even had time to recover from the shock when, in a flash of light and wind, Max materialized directly in front of Drevon, as if space itself had bent to his will. There was no warning—just motion. + +With his sword in hand, eyes burning with unwavering focus, Max struck. "Severing Flow Sword Art!" he roared, and in the next heartbeat, his blade unleashed a flowing, rippling slash that tore through the air like a river made of lightning and blades. + +Drevon’s eyes widened, true shock etched into his face for the first time in years. First, it was the face that stunned him—Max. But the real terror came an instant later—the attack. It was too fast, too sharp, and too precise. + +A sword art that didn’t just cut the body—it severed intent, space, and reaction. Drevon knew he couldn’t dodge in time. His instincts screamed at him to defend, but even as he summoned energy to respond, he realized the truth—he was too late. + +Even if he survived the slash, he would be injured, and injured badly. The attack came not just with speed, but with purpose—the kind of purpose that turns a strike into a sentence. + +But just as Max’s sword was about to land on Drevon—his blade barely a breath away from cleaving through flesh and pride—a sudden, razor-thin sense of danger surged through his body like a scream of thunder.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +His Three-Dimensional Body pulsed with alarm, and in that instant, Max saw him—a figure materializing at his right side, faster than sound, his presence like a spear of death itself. Without warning, a gleaming spear shot toward Max, thrust with such terrifying speed and precision that it seemed to cut through the very fabric of space. + +The man wielding it had a calm yet terrifying aura, his expression unreadable, his movement deadly. ’Damn… this man is strong’— Max’s thoughts raced as he instinctively tried to reposition, but even before the spear made contact, he could feel the heat burning his skin, the air around it sizzling with energy so dense it crackled like fire. + +Even with 600 Dragon Scales constantly reinforcing his body, Max didn’t doubt for a second—if that spear touched him, he would bleed. + +’No time to finish the attack on Drevon,’ he realized, teeth clenched. ’I have to focus entirely on defense.’ It wasn’t a choice—it was survival. + +In that split second, Max abandoned his killing blow, twisted his body away from Drevon, and instead poured all his energy into activating one of the most trusted defensive skills in his arsenal. One he had mastered long ago, but was using first time in a battle. + +"Eternal Bulwark!" he roared, and in the blink of an eye, a massive golden wall surged up between him and the incoming spear—its surface etched with runes that shimmered with radiant divine light. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-59.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-59.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..41c571f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-59.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 59: A new record" +slug: "ch-59" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 59 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max took deep breaths, his chest heaving as his eyes locked onto the 16 remaining monsters before him. + +In that instant, he vanished and reappeared before one of the monsters, delivering a powerful punch downward. + +BOOM! + +The monster was instantly slammed into the ground, its bones shattered. + +A werewolf-type monster lunged at him from behind, but with Max’s Three Dimensional Body skill, it barely stood a chance. + +He spun around, grabbing the werewolf’s clawed hand, and punched it in the gut. + +Bang! + +The monster was sent flying to the other side of the arena, crashing into the wall, its blood and bones splattering on impact. + +Max breathed heavily, scanning his surroundings and noticing two more monsters approaching from either side. They were a Shadowfang Panther and a Skywind Drake. + +He back stepped just in time, dodging their attacks. However, in that moment, another monster appeared from behind—a lightning rhino with a horn crackling with charged lightning. + +Max reacted swiftly, bending his legs in preparation, but at the same moment, the lightning rhino unleashed its charged attack. + +Chil-la! + +Max focused entirely on the lightning-charged horn, and just as the attack shot toward him, he jumped and performed a somersault, landing behind the lightning rhino. + +Bang! + +The lightning-charged attack struck the two other monsters that had attacked him earlier, scorching their skin black. Though they were severely injured, they didn’t die. They turned toward the lightning rhino and charged at it, baring their fangs. + +Seeing the lightning rhino distracted, Max decided to seize the opportunity to eliminate it and the other two monsters. But he noticed the remaining 11 monsters would reach them any second. + +’I need to finish this quickly,’ Max thought, and his figure blurred as he appeared behind the lightning rhino, targeting its back with a punch. + +Bang! Your adventure continues at empire + +The lightning rhino didn’t stand a chance. It was blasted away, but it didn’t go alone. The Shadowfang Panther and Skywind Drake were carried along by the force of the attack. All three were sent hurtling back from Max’s blow. + +"This isn’t over!" Max shouted, disappearing again, appearing above the three monsters and delivering three crushing punches. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +Each punch sent the monsters crashing into the ground, creating a deep crater. + +Max then turned his attention to the remaining 11 monsters, smiling. "Come on." He raised his hand, and red searing flames enveloped his right arm up to his elbow. + +"His mana is restored? How is that possible?" One of the young hunters shouted in shock. + +"He’s using his fire-related skill again... Wasn’t his mana almost drained?" others wondered, equally surprised. + +Ryan furrowed his brow, pondering. "If I’m not mistaken, this kid intentionally turned off his fire-related skills to conserve mana for the last few monsters. I think he plans to annihilate the rest of them in seconds. He probably has only a short window of time before his mana is completely drained." He explained his thoughts. + +At that moment, Max turned to Ryan, pointing at him with a smile. "You’d better record this moment," he said before disappearing again. + +What followed was a repeat of the opening of the battle—a one-sided slaughter. + +Max’s figure blurred as his blazing right arm tore through the monsters like a weapon of pure destruction. + +The air shimmered with heat as he dashed at the nearest beast, flames trailing behind him. With one crushing punch, the creature exploded into burning fragments, its roar cut short. + +Max turned sharply, his speed leaving faint streaks in the air. Another monster lunged at him, claws outstretched, but its attack was stopped cold. His fiery fist slammed into its chest with a deafening boom, causing it to explode into pieces. + +"He’s reached 91 kills..." the bald-headed man muttered, turning to Ryan, his voice cracking in shock. + +Ryan gritted his teeth but wore a grin on his face. "This kid is an absolute monster. He did exactly what he said he would." He couldn’t believe he was supervising a test where someone was setting a new record for the highest number of kills. He felt proud for some reason. + +The young hunters watched in awe, their eyes glued to Max. They couldn’t look away—they didn’t want to. Max was making history within the Phoenix Order guild, and they all wanted to witness the moment when he stood alone in the arena, surrounded by the remains of monsters. + +--- + +The remaining monsters faltered, fear flickering in their glowing eyes as they saw the flames blazing on Max’s hand. They recalled the massacre at the start of the battle, and the events that had just unfolded, both of which caused them to cower in fear. + +’It’s time to finish this,’ Max thought as he closed the distance before they could react. A downward strike shattered the defenses of a hulking beast, while a quick backhand set another ablaze. Each attack was swift and precise, leaving no chance for resistance. + +Max then turned his attention to the last few monsters, disappearing once again and slaughtering them in an instant. + +In moments, it was over. The last monster crumbled to the ground, its charred body parts scattered across the arena. Max stood at the center, his blazing arm dimming as the heat began to fade. His breaths were steady, his face calm, as if the entire ordeal had meant nothing to him. + +The arena lay silent, the ground scorched and lifeless, with only Max’s heavy breathing echoing through the space. + +"He did it. He killed all the monsters." + +"Damn, this kid is terrifying. To do all this while still at level 6 is mind-boggling." + +"I’m glad I was here to witness this." + +"Me too. Even if I failed the overall test, I’d leave with a smile on my face. It’s not every day you get to see something like this." + +The young hunters erupted in cheers. They were astonished to see someone set a new record. They felt lucky to have shared the test with Max. + +"He did it... His strength is what I desire," Lyra muttered in shock, her eyes locked on Max, her thoughts unknown. + +On the other side, the adults were even more shocked than the young hunters. + +"He did it... He killed all the monsters and set a record for the generations to come," Ryan said, jumping with a grin on his face, his joy palpable. Witnessing this moment, a scene that had never been done before—killing all 100 monsters in a single go—was a moment he would never forget. + +"All 100 monsters..." the bald-headed man muttered in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that someone had just killed 100 monsters in one go while still in the Novice Rank. + +In Novice Rank, this task seemed almost impossible. The source of mana in Novice Rank flowed throughout the body—through the blood, through the cells—and because of this, mana was spread thin, making it difficult to draw a sufficient amount for personal use. One could barely manage to perform a few moves before running out of mana. + +Only in the Apprentice Rank, after forming a mana core, could one accumulate enough mana for such a demanding task. Yet, they had witnessed someone accomplish the impossible in the Novice Rank, level 6. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-590.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-590.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..156c81b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-590.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 590: Aura of the Drake Family" +slug: "ch-590" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 590 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Bang! + +The spear struck the golden wall with devastating force. In a thunderous explosion, the Eternal Bulwark shattered, golden shards spraying into the air like stardust. + +The sheer momentum of the attack didn’t stop there—it carried through, striking Max like a hammer of wind. He was blasted backward, sent flying across the battlefield, tumbling through the air before slamming into the stony ground with a violent crash. Dust exploded around him, and cracks spread beneath his impact. But he was alive. Bruised, shaken, but alive. + +Max coughed once and steadied himself, blood trailing from the edge of his lips. His eyes locked on the man with the spear—a man whose very presence screamed Master Rank. + +’Blob, what is the exact strength of the man who attacked me just now?’ Max asked inwardly, trying to steady his breath as he pushed himself up from the cracked earth. + +"5th level of Master Rank," Blob replied calmly, as if that revelation weren’t utterly staggering. + +"5th level of Master Rank…" Max muttered, frowning deeply. + +Now it made sense. His Legendary Rank defensive skill, Eternal Bulwark, even at the Limitbreaker Realm, had crumbled like paper under that man’s spear. That wall should have been strong enough to block peak Expert Rank attacks with ease—but against a 5th level Master Rank, it was barely a speed bump. + +The difference in power was simply too vast. Max’s own strength, for all its monstrous growth, was still at 8th level of Seeker Rank, and this was the first time he had truly experienced the suffocating suppression of someone deep into the Master Realm. + +Before he could regroup fully, a new presence approached, calm and composed. "What do we have here?" came the smooth, curious voice of Silus, as he strolled up beside the man with the spear. + +His eyes narrowed as he studied Max, and then his expression shifted slightly, as if he had discovered something puzzling. "Why do you give off the same feeling as if I’m facing someone from the Drake Family?" he asked aloud, almost to himself, but the tone in his voice sharpened with interest. + +That observation wasn’t made lightly—because the Drake Family was one of the Four God Families of the Four God Nation—the very pillars of the Middle Domain. + +Silus turned to the spear-wielding man beside him. "Commander Leone, do you feel it too? That aura... It’s definitely from the Drakes, right?" + +Commander Leone, the very man who had forced Max to retreat in one blow, nodded calmly, his eyes fixed on Max. "Young Master," he said in his deep, steady tone, "he does indeed carry the aura of the Drakes." + +"Interesting…" Silus murmured, now fully intrigued. He stared at Max with renewed curiosity, as if trying to peel back the layers of mystery surrounding him. But before he could say more, a ripple of power swept through the area as another group arrived. + +"Young Master Silus." The voice came from Commander Shen, a calm and dignified figure who approached with measured steps, leading behind him three demons, each cloaked in dark aura and power that reeked of ancient bloodlines. + +Silus turned to them with a charismatic smile. "Since everyone’s here, let’s move on. It’s time to explore the second stage of the Citadel." + +He paused, glancing once more at Max but not addressing him directly. "This next stage… that’s where the real treasures are. And the third stage—well, that’s if any of you actually make it there." With that, he turned his back, his robe fluttering slightly as he made his way toward the massive blue portal in the distance. + +Without sparing another glance at Max, Silus stepped into the portal and vanished. One after another, the other guardians, the demons, and finally even Drevon followed—though Drevon cast a long, venomous glare at Max before stepping through, his fury still simmering just beneath the surface. + +And then, the battlefield was quiet again—only the injured, the exhausted, and the uncertain remained, standing before a gate that promised greater power… and greater danger. + +"Max, how come you’re here?" King Magnar, Kate, and the others stared at him in surprise as he approached, still dust-covered from his recent clash. Their expressions carried a mix of relief and disbelief—they hadn’t expected him to appear so suddenly, especially after the chaos that had just unfolded. + +"I had the last key," Max replied calmly, his gaze flicking toward the now-quiet portal that had swallowed up Silus, Drevon, and the guardians. "But what happened just now? Why were the guardians just standing there when Drevon and his Commandments launched a full assault on you all? Shouldn’t they have intervened?" + +King Magnar sighed and shook his head, a wry, tired smile playing on his lips. "It was that young man—Silus. Drevon referred to him as Young Master Silus, remember the young man just now? Everything that happened here, it was all orchestrated by him. He wanted to ’entertain’ himself while waiting for the rest of us to gather at the portal to the second stage." + +His voice carried bitter amusement, but also helplessness. They had fought with their lives on the line, and to someone like Silus, it had been nothing more than a prelude. A spectacle for his amusement. + +"What?" Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. That was entertainment? King Magnar’s group were fighting with everything on the line, Commandments had been slaughtered by him, and still it had all been part of a twisted game. If that wasn’t messed up, then what the hell was? + +Shaking his head, Max looked toward the portal, his expression hardening. "Let’s just enter the second stage. With all of us gathered, we shouldn’t need to worry too much about them except for two Master Rank warriors," he said, but even he wasn’t fully convinced of that. + +"It isn’t that simple," Kate said, stepping forward, her tone calm but serious. "Now that all five keys have been used, this time the second stage will be divided into five different parts. Once you pass through the portal, you’ll be randomly sent into one of those five. There’s no controlling where you end up." + +Max frowned, but then slowly shrugged. "It’s all up to fate then." He didn’t waste any more time. Without another word, he turned and stepped toward the glowing blue portal. The air rippled as he approached, and a moment later, his figure vanished, swallowed by the entrance to the second stage. + +The others exchanged glances, uncertainty lingering in their eyes. Some were nervous—what if they ended up in a region controlled by Drevon, or worse, Commander Leone? But there was also excitement, pulsing beneath the apprehension. + +The second stage of the Citadel of Atherion was known for its legendary rewards. It was a place where fate could be rewritten, where treasures beyond imagination slumbered. + +And so, one by one, the rest followed Max, each stepping into the portal with hope in their hearts and steel in their souls—ready to see what destiny had in store. + +Just at that moment, as the last of the warriors stepped into the glowing portal to the second stage of the Citadel, something unimaginable began to unfold in the now-silent battlefield. The bloodstained ground, still scorched from the earlier battle, trembled faintly. + +If anyone had remained behind to witness it, they would have been struck with pure horror. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-591.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-591.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e82530a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-591.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 591: Second Stage" +slug: "ch-591" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 591 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1287 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The shattered remains of the Three Commandments of Monarch—Garil, Loxus, and Reiner—those very same bodies that had been obliterated by Max’s golden swords, reduced to scattered flesh, shattered limbs, and charred armor, suddenly began to twitch. + +Bit by bit, bone fragments, muscle sinew, and torn roots of energy slithered across the stone floor like strands of fate being pulled by invisible threads. The dismembered parts gravitated toward each other, humming with a low, unnatural resonance, and began to piece themselves back together. + +What had moments ago been nothing more than disfigured corpses were now reforming, reconstructing cell by cell, essence by essence, until three whole figures stood tall once again in the clearing. + +Their clothes tattered, their faces pale, but their auras unmistakably intact. Their eyes flickered open, burning with a dull light as if pulled back from the brink of oblivion. And as they stood—silent, motionless, and eerily calm—it was as if they had never died in the first place. + +No signs of trauma, no visible wounds, just rebirth in its most twisted form. + +The battlefield that had been cleared with divine precision just moments before was now once again haunted by the very monsters who were supposed to have been annihilated. But no one remained to see this. No one was there to understand what this meant. + +*** + +Max found himself standing in an eerie, vast hall, unlike anything he had ever seen before. The moment he stepped through the portal, the hum of the portal was replaced by a silence so quiet that even his own breath felt too loud. + +There was no roof above his head, and when he looked up, there wasn’t a sky or even stars—only an endless darkness, stretching in all directions, swallowing any sense of depth or horizon. + +And yet, despite the oppressive void overhead, the entire hall was bathed in an unnatural brightness, as if some invisible source of light emanated from the very walls and floor themselves. + +The ground beneath his feet was smooth, dark stone, cool to the touch and polished so finely it reflected his image with an uncanny clarity. Surrounding him on all sides were tall, ornate mirrors—some cracked, some whole—each framed with intricate, golden patterns of dragons, swords, vines, and eyes that seemed almost alive. + +he mirrors stood like silent watchers, stretching from floor to the invisible ceiling, reflecting not just Max’s form but other strange things: sometimes distorted versions of himself, sometimes places he had never been, or people he had never seen. + +On the walls between the mirrors were paintings and drawings, ancient and faded in some places, but vivid and haunting in others. They depicted battles, celestial beasts, falling empires, and unknown worlds—all rendered in breathtaking detail. + +Some of the drawings appeared almost childlike, while others were so masterfully crafted that they looked like windows into actual memories or fragments of time. + +One painting showed a man battling an army of shadows, his sword blazing like a sun; another showed a woman staring into a mirror that bled red light. + +The deeper Max looked, the more unsettling it became, as if the hall wasn’t just a place—but a memory, a prison, or maybe a trial wrapped in illusion and forgotten truth. + +The air felt heavy, charged with energy and something else—intent, maybe. A will. + +And as Max took a cautious step forward, his reflection in one of the mirrors didn’t move in sync. His heart tightened slightly. Whatever this place was, it was not what it appeared to be. + +Just at that moment, as Max stood alone in the haunting hall of mirrors and ancient paintings, the stillness behind him broke. Two figures appeared through the flickering glow of the portal, stepping onto the polished obsidian floor with light but steady footsteps. + +Max turned around slowly, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the auras before the faces. And then, his gaze fell upon someone he had long kept on his killing list—a name etched deep into the pages of grudges past: Nortan Blade. A man who, long ago, had once stood above Max, had once tried to kill him. + +The other figure, to Max’s mild surprise, was Klaus. + +"It’s been a while," Max said, a cruel grin stretching across his face. His voice was calm, but every word carried the weight of a simmering vendetta, sharpened with time and strength. + +Nortan’s face turned grim, his jaw tightening as he met Max’s eyes. There was no mockery in his gaze now, no arrogance—only wariness. + +He had seen it. Just moments ago, on the battlefield, he had watched in stunned disbelief as three of the Monarch’s Commandments were annihilated—instantly, by three divine golden swords that had appeared without warning. + +The swords hadn’t belonged to King Magnar, nor Kate, nor anyone else he knew. They had belonged to the young man standing before him. + +Which meant only one thing—Max had the capability to kill him. Easily. If he wished it. Nortan wasn’t a fool. He could feel the weight of that pressure pressing down on his chest like a silent blade hovering at his throat. + +"What are you three doing? Come here, right now!" came the sharp voice of Silus, echoing across the strange, open hall like a command laced with invisible authority. The tone cut through the heavy tension lingering between Max, Nortan, and Klaus. + +Max turned his head slowly toward the far end of the hall, where Silus stood with arms folded, eyes narrowed in clear annoyance. He stood among the towering mirrors and faded murals, his posture regal and composed, as if this entire twisted place was his personal chamber. + +"Come on," Silus repeated, frowning as he watched the three of them standing still, as if they were lost in some petty drama. He didn’t have the patience for delays. Not in a place like this. + +"Let’s go," Klaus said lightly, giving Max a knowing smile as he began walking toward Silus. He didn’t need to ask what had just happened—he understood Max far too well. He had seen the fire in his eyes, the restrained wrath. But this wasn’t the place. Everything had its time. + +Max lingered for a heartbeat longer, his piercing eyes still locked on Nortan, who stood stiffly, his fists clenched at his sides, face taut with unreadable emotion. + +Max said nothing. He didn’t have to. The message was clear in his gaze alone—this isn’t over. Then, without a word, Max turned away and followed Klaus toward Silus. + +Nortan exhaled through his nose and clenched his fists tighter. Every step Max took ahead of him felt like a blow to his pride. Gritting his teeth, he finally moved, following the two without saying a word. + +Silus, observing the three of them silently, noted the thick tension lingering in the air between Max and Nortan. He could practically smell the animosity, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter to him. Personal grudges meant nothing when weighed against his purpose. + +"I have tasks for all of you," he said, his voice suddenly taking on a commanding, almost casual authority. "You see these mirrors, paintings, and drawings on the walls?" He gestured around them, his hand sweeping over the vast hall filled with intricate, mystical artwork and mirrored surfaces. + +"Each one is hiding a secret. A riddle. A memory. A trap. If you can solve it—understand it—then you might just uncover a treasure hidden within," he explained, his eyes briefly flickering over each of them. "But of course…" he added with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, "after you hand over every single treasure you obtain from this stage… to me." + +He grinned wider. "Don’t worry. I’ll reward you handsomely. I’m very fair… when I want to be." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-592.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-592.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2015003 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-592.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 592: Max’s secret treasure" +slug: "ch-592" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 592 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1258 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max was stunned as he listened to Silus’s words. The casual arrogance with which Silus demanded they hand over all their treasures was so blatant, it almost felt surreal. He had said it out loud, right in front of them—as if it was perfectly normal to extort warriors who had risked life and limb in this mysterious citadel. + +’Is that the reason why the guardians came into the Citadel this time?’ Max thought to himself, a cold laugh echoing silently in his heart. ’To use us as treasure scavengers while they sit back and reap the rewards?’ + +He kept his face neutral but sent a voice transmission to Klaus. "Listen to Silus for now," Max said in a low, firm tone within Klaus’s mind. "He clearly knows more about the citadel than any of us at the moment. We can’t afford to make enemies with someone like him yet." + +Klaus’s response came a moment later, his tone calm but contemplative. "True. The last few times I was inside the citadel, we never made it this far. This place—these halls, these mirrors, even the structure of the maze in the first stage—it’s all new. Far more complex than before. Almost as if the citadel had evolved after the final key." + +He paused briefly, then added, "But Silus… he found his way out of the maze before anyone else. And now, without hesitation, he’s talking about treasures hidden in the mirrors and paintings like he already knew about them. That means he has prior knowledge—perhaps from the guardians or from old records not even we’ve seen. This guy… he knows too much." + +Max gave the faintest of nods as he replied through the transmission, "Yeah, so let’s play along. Let him think he’s in control. For now." + +As Silus began walking deeper into the strange, surreal hall where paintings shifted when you blinked and mirrors occasionally reflected things that weren’t there, Max and Klaus followed without protest. + +But beneath their composed exteriors, their minds were racing—because if Silus truly held knowledge of the Citadel’s secrets, then the second stage wasn’t just a treasure hunt. It was a battlefield of information, deception, and survival. + +They soon came to a stop. Beneath their feet was a big rune etched on the ground. + +Silus narrowed his eyes as silence lingered in the air, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Do you have any problem with my conditions?" he asked, clearly noting the hesitance after he’d demanded all the treasures. + +Max gave a lazy shrug, his expression indifferent. "If I get rewarded then so be it. It’s not like these treasures can help me break into the Master Realm anyway." His tone was calm, almost dismissive, as though he’d already weighed the cost and didn’t find it worth resisting. + +Klaus followed up with a composed nod. "I agree. I just want something that helps me get stronger." His voice lacked emotion, firm and straightforward. + +But Nortan—he hesitated. It was written all over his face, the reluctance, the inner conflict, the battle between pride and fear. Yet, seeing that Max and Klaus had already accepted, he forced himself to nod, swallowing down his doubts. "Alright," he said slowly, "I’ll give you all the treasures I obtain." + +Silus smiled, satisfied with the outcome. "Good. Now, spread out and explore the hall. Return to this spot once you’re done." + +With that, the group began to scatter. Max was about to turn away when Silus called out. "Hey, white-haired guy. What’s your name?" + +Max turned back, a brow slightly raised. "Max Morgan," he answered simply. + +Silus repeated the name under his breath, his mind digging through memories, trying to place it within the Drake Family, but found nothing. His gaze sharpened. + +"Give me the treasure you used to increase your strength from the 8th level of Seeker Rank to the peak of Expert Rank," he demanded, his tone suddenly heavier. "I know you couldn’t have reached that level on your own. That kind of leap is impossible unless you’re some Heaven Grade genius—and that’s not likely. So cut the act. Hand over the treasure you used to get that strong." + +Max stood still for a moment, his back half-turned as he froze in place at Silus’ demand. + +The atmosphere in the hall—which had already been uneasy—turned razor sharp in an instant. + +The bright white walls filled with surreal mirrors and ancient paintings seemed to dim slightly, as if the Citadel itself sensed tension rising. + +Max slowly turned around to face Silus, his white hair gently brushing against his shoulder as his crimson-pink eyes locked onto the young master from the Xuan Family. + +Klaus narrowed his eyes. Even Nortan tensed. + +"I asked you something," Silus said again, more sharply this time, his voice still carrying that casual superiority, but there was a hint of curiosity too. "Don’t make me repeat it." + +Max gave a small chuckle, not mocking, but filled with something cold and ancient—like steel scraping over ice. "I can’t give that you," he said, his voice low and calm, but unmistakably dangerous. "Because I never use a treasure to increase my battle strength." + +Silus frowned. "Then how the hell—" + +"It’s a secret," Max cut him off and made up some words but also in a way that looked like he was lying. "I-I’ve bled for every step. Trained, fought, crawled through deaths countless times. If you’re trying to say I don’t deserve my strength, then say it directly." + +He took a step closer, and for the briefest moment, there was a subtle pressure leaking from him—not enough to alarm anyone nearby, but enough to cause the surrounding mirrors to crack faintly at the edges. + +Klaus gave a subtle grin and looked away, pretending to examine a nearby mural. He wasn’t about to interrupt. + +Silus didn’t flinch, but his expression turned thoughtful. "You expect me to believe that someone not from the Middle Domain, who isn’t a Heaven Grade genius, just happened to grow strong enough to kill Monarch’s Commandments at your age?" He tilted his head. "That doesn’t make sense." + +"Maybe your world is too small," Max replied, his voice sharper this time, eyes narrowing just slightly. "You think you’ve seen all kinds of talents just because you were born in the Middle Domain? You think everyone outside your Four God Nation is trash?" He smirked. "Then let’s make this easy. You want the truth? I’m someone who will reach the top—whether you understand how or not." He spouted whatever nonsense that came to his head. + +Silus stared at Max for a moment longer, then surprisingly smiled. Not mockingly this time, but intrigued. "Max Morgan, huh…" he murmured. "You’re interesting." + +He turned around with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Fine. Keep your little secret. But if I find out later you’re hiding something that could benefit the guardians…" His voice lowered, but carried clearly through the glowing hall, "I’ll take it from you myself." + +Max didn’t respond. He just turned around and walked away without another word, his footsteps echoing through the hall of distorted reflections and painted illusions. + +Nortan watched silently, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Even he didn’t know what Max was hiding, but whatever it was—it was definitely not something anyone should pry into lightly.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +A moment later, both Klaus and Nortan also went away. Only Silus’ remained there standing with a thoughtful expression. + +"He definitely has a treasure that could increase his strength." Silus muttered his eyes gleaming with dangerous light. "If I could obtain it, then..." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-593.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-593.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fc9d8ca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-593.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 593: Star Flame Art" +slug: "ch-593" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 593 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1252 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After parting ways with Silus, Klaus, and Nortan, Max wandered alone through the strange hall filled with countless mirrors. The floor beneath him was smooth, almost like glass, and the faint hum of energy lingered in the air. + +The walls were lined with mirrors of all shapes and sizes, their surfaces occasionally flickering with unnatural light. + +Max approached one, standing directly in front of it. For a moment, it showed his reflection clearly—his white hair, calm expression, and sharp eyes. + +But in the next instant, his image vanished completely, leaving only a foggy, colorless void behind the glass. A faint, earthy scent drifted from the mirror—subtle but unmistakable. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly. ’This mirror is releasing wood aura,’ he thought, stepping back. It wasn’t his field of mastery, so he left it behind and walked toward another. + +This time, the mirror was cold and dull. It did nothing, offered no response to his presence, no aura, no image. He moved on again. + +At the third mirror, he saw something. The surface shimmered faintly, and a vague silhouette began forming—something sharp, something fast. A piercing sensation pricked at his senses, not like a blade, but still deadly. ’A spear concept?’ he guessed. It wasn’t what he was looking for. + +He kept moving, trying mirror after mirror. Some responded a little, others not at all. Then he reached it. + +This mirror radiated an oppressive heat, its surface pulsing faintly with flickers of red and gold. Max’s eyes sharpened. The heat was real, tangible, and the concept it carried was unmistakable—flames. Not ordinary fire, but something deeper, more refined, like a concept flame had taken form within. + +Without hesitation, Max raised his hand and touched the surface of the mirror. The moment his skin made contact, the glass rippled like water and began to dissolve away. Within seconds, the mirror no longer reflected anything—it had transformed into an open path. + +Max stepped through. + +He found himself in a small, isolated room, devoid of distractions. Its walls were smooth stone, yet the temperature inside was warm, even welcoming. + +In the very center of the room sat a lone table, carved from red-hued rock, glowing faintly as if absorbing ambient flame energy. Atop it rested a single box—modest in size, unadorned, but thrumming with hidden power. + +Max took a slow breath, eyes fixed on the box. ’That must be the treasure,’ he thought, his instincts sharpening. + +But Max didn’t immediately reach for the box. His eyes narrowed, scanning the area with caution. + +He could see a thin, almost invisible wall of energy surrounding the table—some kind of forcefield, humming faintly with a resonant pressure that warned against approaching carelessly. + +Just in front of that field sat a glass sphere, roughly the size of a human head, placed delicately on a stone pedestal. Max stepped closer and studied it carefully. The sphere was transparent and smooth, but within it was nothing—an empty void, like it was waiting for something. + +He reached out and touched the cool surface with his palm. The moment he did, a tiny speck of black flame sparked inside the glass, flickering like a dying ember. Max’s eyes gleamed with understanding. + +’So I need to light it up? Feed it my flames?’ he mused silently. Without wasting another second, he placed both hands on either side of the sphere and used his black flames. + +Black flames—wild, chaotic, and burning with a dark majesty—burst forth from his hands, engulfing the sphere in a hellish blaze. + +But to his surprise, the sphere barely reacted. No matter how much black flame he poured in, the speck inside grew painfully slow, like a stubborn ember refusing to ignite fully. + +It was like the sphere wasn’t merely absorbing the flames—it was consuming them. His vast reserves, his endless flow of cursed fire, all of it was being drained like water into an unfillable abyss.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Still, Max didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away. He gritted his teeth and focused harder, maintaining a constant stream of flames. Time passed. First a few minutes. Then an hour. Two. His arms trembled slightly from the sustained output, and sweat beaded down his brow. But his flames never ceased. + +Only after nearly three full hours did the interior of the glass sphere begin to shift. The black speck had grown—slowly, steadily—until it now filled the entire sphere like a miniature sun of darkness, pulsing with power. + +The moment it filled completely, a loud hum echoed through the room. The forcefield around the table wavered—crackling once—and then vanished into thin air. + +Max exhaled sharply and lowered his arms, stepping back slightly as the oppressive energy faded. The path to the box was now open. The test was complete. + +Max stepped up to the table, his footsteps slow and deliberate, the air still warm from the lingering black flames that had filled the glass sphere just moments ago. Now that the forcefield was gone, he reached out and gently lifted the small box resting in the center of the table. + +The surface was smooth, metallic, and warm to the touch—almost as if it had been waiting for him. + +With a soft click, he opened the lid. Inside was a single, thin book with a cover that shimmered faintly like embers glowing beneath ash. Engraved across the surface in silver letters were the words: Star Flame Art. + +"Star Flame Art?" Max murmured aloud, curiosity flaring in his eyes as he flipped open the first page. The moment he read the initial lines, his brows lifted in surprise. + +It wasn’t just any technique—it was a Legendary Rank flame technique. As he read further, the technique’s concept began to unfold in his mind, sparking his interest even more. + +According to the introduction, the Star Flame Art allowed one to transform ordinary or elemental flames into what were called Star Flames—a unique variation of fire imbued with weight. Not just metaphorical weight, but literal mass and pressure. + +Flames that could crash down with the heaviness of stars. In combat, these flames would become a terrifying force, each strike carrying not just heat and destruction, but also a gravitational force that could smash through defenses and crush enemies like falling meteors. + +Max’s eyes gleamed with intrigue as he reached the end of the first page. The most fascinating part was that while the Star Flames would gain immense weight in combat, the user wouldn’t feel the burden at all. + +It would be like wielding a star with the ease of a feather—only the enemy would suffer its full wrath. + +"This is… a damn cool technique," Max whispered, a rare, genuine smile forming on his face. He gently closed the book and stored it away with care. + +There would be time later to study it in depth, refine it, and perhaps master it. For now, the Citadel still had more secrets to reveal—and he intended to uncover every last one of them. + +After securing the Star Flame Art, Max stepped back through the shimmering surface of the mirror and returned to the strange hall where countless mirrors, paintings, and murals lined the endless walls. + +The moment he emerged, the surreal quiet of the place wrapped around him once more—an eerie calm where no roof shielded the sky, and yet everything was brightly lit, bathed in an unnatural glow despite the overhead darkness. + +He exhaled slowly and glanced around. + +’One down,’ he thought, his gaze sweeping over the array of mirrors stretching into the distance. ’Now to find others that resonate with me.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-594.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-594.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1ddb0f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-594.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 594: Lightning Core" +slug: "ch-594" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 594 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1231 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After scanning through the hall of mirrors with focused eyes and a patient heart, Max finally stopped before one that stirred something deep within him. The mirror was framed by intricate arcs of silver and cobalt, and the surface rippled faintly like water struck by unseen thunder. + +Tiny sparks danced along the edges of the frame, crackling softly, humming in rhythm with the lightning running through his veins. + +As he stepped closer, the mirror pulsed with energy that resonated with his lightning concept, matching the thrum of his own aura with uncanny precision. + +Without hesitation, Max reached out and touched the glass. + +The moment his fingertips brushed the surface, the mirror shimmered and rippled as if it were no longer solid—then it melted away, revealing a glowing path that extended into the space beyond. He stepped through, the world shifting around him like folding paper. + +Once inside, he found himself in another enclosed chamber, smaller than the last one, but no less strange. The air was charged with static, thick with the scent of ozone and energy, and tiny bolts of lightning snaked across the walls, vanishing before they could strike anything. + +At the center of the room stood a table—almost identical to the one in the flame chamber—but this time the air around it crackled with a visible blue energy field. + +A translucent forcefield shimmered like a dome around the table, faint sparks bouncing along its surface, creating low hissing sounds as though warning any intruder to stay away. + +Upon the table, inside the forcefield, sat another box—plain and square, yet emitting a faint electric glow through the seams as if it barely contained the power within. + +Max’s gaze sharpened. + +’Another treasure... but like before, the forcefield won’t let me just take it.’ + +Max’s gaze swept across the room again, searching for the trigger or mechanism that would initiate the test. And there it was—set into the wall to the left of the forcefield, a large, circular disc of dark metal etched with runes shaped like thunderbolts. + +At its center was a single depression, crackling faintly with electricity. Without a word, Max stepped forward and pressed his palm against it. + +The room responded instantly.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The floor around the table lit up with interlocking rings of lightning patterns, and from the ceiling descended countless thin threads of blue lightning, forming a dome of crackling current. + +The walls themselves seemed to shimmer and fade, replaced by an illusion—or perhaps a manifestation—of a vast storm cloud above an open plain. The scent of rain filled the air, and a heavy pressure pressed down on his shoulders. + +A voice boomed in his mind. + +"To claim the Lightning Core, one must become the lightning. For six hours, withstand and channel all forms of natural and conceptual lightning. Fail, and be consumed." + +Before Max could fully absorb the words, the test began. + +A deafening crack rang out as a bolt of lightning the thickness of his leg shot down from the ceiling, aiming straight for his chest. He raised his palm and blocked the lightning with hand. The bolt crashed into it and dispersed, but he felt the shock rattle through his bones. + +Then came the rain—only it wasn’t water. Each droplet was a condensed bead of electricity, and as it struck the floor, it burst into sparks. + +Max activated his Three Dimensional Body, his awareness expanding and tracking every strand of lightning that aimed for his limbs, neck, spine. + +’I can’t dodge them so I won’t.’ Max thought instantly activating his Dragon Scales Transformation. With that, all the droplets dropping on him had no effect whatsoever. + +Hour after hour, he stood in the center of the storm. But it wasn’t easy. The bolt of lightnings and rain kept coming at him continuously without stopping. + +He alternated between offense and defense, not just dodging lightning but absorbing it into his own body. He allowed bolts to course through him, circulating them via his inner channels, pushing his endurance to the edge. + +Using his Concept of Lightning, he began to understand the rhythm of the storm, the hidden pulse of its fury. There was a pattern, a breath, and with each passing moment he adjusted to its flow. + +In the fourth hour, the storm changed. The lightning shifted in color—from brilliant blue to violet and then white. Max realized this was no longer mere elemental lightning; it had become strong, imbued with destruction at the law level. + +But even then his Dragon Scales Transformation had no effect. The bolt of lightning couldn’t pierce his defense. + +By the fifth hour, the storm tried to deceive him. The bolts became erratic, disappearing at the last moment and reappearing behind his back. But he handled them all. His Three Dimensional Body could sense all the lightning around him. + +At the sixth hour mark, the final bolt came. + +It was ten times larger than the others and fell in complete silence. Max gritted his teeth, lifted both his hands into the air, and condensed all of his Concept of Lightning into one final move: Heaven’s Thunder Palm of ’Ten Hands of Lightning God.’ + +A massive hand of lightning surged from his body and caught the bolt mid-air. The two forces struggled, twisting and roaring, and finally, Max crushed it with a loud crack that echoed through the chamber. + +Everything stilled. + +The room returned to normal, and the forcefield around the table vanished with a gentle flicker. + +Max exhaled slowly, a long breath of exhaustion and relief as the effects of his Dragon Scales Transformation faded away. The faint golden glow that had coated his skin dimmed until it vanished entirely, and the scaly texture receded, revealing his normal flesh. + +Wiping the sweat from his brow, he took slow steps forward, arriving before the table that had been encased behind the forcefield all this time. The box resting upon it was plain in design, yet he could already feel a faint thrum of power seeping out from within. + +With a breath of anticipation, Max opened the box. The moment the lid came off, a brilliant orb revealed itself—glowing softly, a storm of blue lightning swirling within its translucent surface like a living thundercloud. + +"What is this?" Max wondered as he checked its status. + +--- + +[Lightning Core: Heart of the Azure Storm] + +— Rank: [Legendary Rank] + +— Description: [It can be used to comprehend level 2 Concept of Lightning.] + +--- + +Max’s pupils shrank as he read the words. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat. "I can comprehend a level 2 Concept of Lightning with this Lightning Core?" he whispered in disbelief, his voice barely audible. + +Then, as the realization settled in, a grin broke across his face. "Amazing…" he muttered, awe and exhilaration lacing his tone. It had always been in the back of his mind—when and how he would ascend his Concepts to the second level, that elusive peak nobody had ever reached in the Lower Domain. And now, right here in front of him, was the key. + +The opportunity had come, and it had come so unexpectedly he almost laughed. Clutching the orb gently as if holding a star in his hands, Max could feel the energy humming through his fingers, raw and unrefined—waiting to be tamed. "You’re mine," he said with a smile, before placing the core carefully into his storage. "One step closer to the top." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-595.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-595.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..556df9d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-595.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 595: Max’s Killing Intent" +slug: "ch-595" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 595 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1381 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After spending another full day roaming the strange mirror-filled hall, Max found himself deep in contemplation, exhausted but determined. He had combed through dozens of mirrors—touching them, testing them, sensing the faint fluctuations of energy until he finally uncovered two more mirrors that resonated strongly with him. + +One pulsed with the elusive concept of space, the other shimmered with a calm, focused edge that vibrated with sword intent. + +Like the flame and lightning mirrors before, each of these mirrors opened a path to a sealed chamber upon resonance. Inside each, after grueling trials testing his understanding and mastery over those concepts, he was rewarded with treasures worthy of his efforts. + +The first was the Space Anchor Sphere—a small, metallic orb no larger than his palm, glowing with faint spatial ripples that made the air around it bend subtly. It wasn’t built for combat, but Max could immediately see its overwhelming utility. + +According to the system, if the Space Anchor Sphere was planted in any location—say, a secret chamber or his personal stronghold—it would become an anchor. No matter where he was in the world, so long as he channeled a sliver of his spatial energy into the orb, it would tear open space and pull him back to the anchor point instantly. + +It was a perfect escape tool, a guardian of secrets, a way to survive any ambush or trap. + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he tucked it away with care. "Not flashy, but brilliant," he muttered to himself. + +The second treasure was more traditional but no less extraordinary—a technique scroll titled Soul Sword Art. Max read through it quietly, his brows raising in astonishment. It was a sword art that didn’t rely solely on physical skill or elemental mastery—it bonded the sword with the soul. + +If Max locked onto an enemy’s soul, then distance, barriers, or stealth would mean nothing. The sword, guided by soul resonance, would fly through any obstacle to strike down the target, even if they were hiding in the most well-guarded corner of the world. It was silent, deadly, and impossible to dodge once the soul was locked. + +"A terrifying assassination tool…" Max whispered, already envisioning how powerful he’d be once he mastered it. + +Two treasures, each profound in its own way. The first gave him security, the second, lethality. And together, they made Max more dangerous than ever. + +"I couldn’t find any secrets to the paintings or the drawings on the walls," Max muttered with a sigh, shaking his head slightly. He had spent hours inspecting every inch of the ancient murals—runes etched in fading ink, brushstrokes layered with cryptic intent, and countless scenes from forgotten times—but none of them responded to him. + +None glowed. None shifted. None stirred even the faintest resonance within his soul. It was disappointing, but not unexpected. Either the secrets were too well hidden, or perhaps they were simply not meant for him. + +Still, Max didn’t let it weigh him down. After all, the treasures he had obtained from the mirrors in the second stage were immensely valuable. The Star Flame Art, the Lightning Core: Heart of the Azure Storm, the Space Anchor Sphere, and the Soul Sword Art—each of them had the potential to change the course of his cultivation journey. + +So instead of feeling regret, he felt a simmering anticipation. There were still greater mysteries to uncover within the Citadel of Atherion—this was merely the beginning. + +What did concern him, however, was Silus. + +Roughly an hour later, Max arrived at the rendezvous point—a circular chamber of obsidian stone beneath a canopy of magical darkness, illuminated only by floating orbs of dim white light. Silus stood at the center, arms crossed leisurely as if he’d been expecting Max’s delay. + +Beside him were Klaus and Nortan. + +Both of them had dark expressions on their faces, their posture stiff, their gazes lowered. Max didn’t even need to ask. He could tell that Silus had already demanded their treasures, and from the look of it, probably taken them too. + +"You came late," Silus said with a smirk, eyes sharp and playful. "But I assume you must have gathered quite the haul, hmm? Too many treasures to count?" + +Max’s lips curled into a sneer. "Even if I did get something, do you really think I’d hand them over to you?" + +Silus’s smile faltered for a second before turning cold. "Oh?" he murmured, intrigued now. He took a step closer, his gaze narrowing, voice dropping into something more sinister. "Do you even know who you’re talking to? I come from one of the four divine families of the Four God Nation—the Xuan Family. One word from me, and your friends, your family, your guild… everything and everyone you care about will vanish. I’ll burn it all to the ground just to make an example out of you." + +His words weren’t loud, but they cut like knives. Silus’s aura flared—subtle but filled with invisible pressure. For a moment, the chamber felt as if it dropped in temperature. Even Klaus and Nortan began to tremble lightly from the pressure Silus was emitting. + +A ruthless chill passed through Max, but his expression didn’t change. His eyes simply hardened. + +"Is that so?" Max sneered, his voice cold, sharp like a blade drawn in the dead of night. A flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes as he took a step forward, meeting Silus’s arrogant gaze without flinching. + +Until now, he hadn’t placed Silus in his kill list. The so-called Guardians, even with their overbearing presence and lofty titles, were still tied to the Four God Nation—an untouchable force in the eyes of someone like him who hadn’t even stepped into the Master Realm. + +Max had planned to avoid provoking them, to keep his head down, play along with their games, and quietly grow stronger. + +But that plan shattered the moment Silus threatened his family, his guild, his people—everything he held close. Those weren’t just words. They were declarations of supremacy, drenched in malice, spoken by someone who saw lives beneath his heel. And Max wasn’t the kind to forget. + +A dark laugh rumbled in his chest, low and bitter. Silus and his so-called guardians—Rulers of the Lower Domain? No. They were nothing more than greedy tyrants in borrowed robes, parasites gorging on the treasures of the Citadel. They weren’t protectors. They weren’t leaders. They were glorified thieves, pretending to represent order while indulging in power and plunder. + +And now? Now Max didn’t care who stood behind them—Four God Nation or not. He had marked them in his heart. + +"You know what? You can keep your treasures," Silus said suddenly, his laughter echoing off the mirror-lined walls, sharp and mocking. His eyes narrowed, a glint of cruelty flashing through them. "I’ll let you live for now. After all, wouldn’t it be better to kill you after you’ve collected even more treasures—for me? Think of it as doing my work for me." He sneered, but beneath that forced bravado, his heart wasn’t nearly as bold. + +Silus had felt it—the chilling pressure that had leaked from Max when he stood defiant just now. That killing intent wasn’t fake. It wasn’t posturing. It was cold, deliberate, and very real. + +And Silus, despite all his arrogance, wasn’t foolish. He remembered clearly how Max had taken on Commander Leone’s attack head-on and survived, something even seasoned Master Rank warriors would struggle with. + +That proved his theory that Max did contain a treasure to increase his strength to the peak of Expert Rank, but was that the limit? + +Silus wasn’t sure, and he, for one, wasn’t confident he could take him down one-on-one. + +Besides, there were other variables he couldn’t ignore—Klaus, silent but sharp-eyed, and Nortan, still smoldering with repressed fury. Neither had made a move, but if a real fight broke out, Silus knew he couldn’t afford to have them at his back. A sudden sneak attack while dealing with Max could cost him dearly. + +No—this wasn’t the time. The citadel still had many stages to unfold, and opportunities to strike would come. Opportunities where Max might be isolated, weakened, or cornered. + +Silus would bide his time. Let him walk, let him grow more arrogant, more burdened with treasure and power. And then, when the moment was right, Silus would crush him without mercy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-596.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-596.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..595676b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-596.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 596: Fighting Silus" +slug: "ch-596" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 596 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1294 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood in silence, Silus’s mocking words still echoing in the air like a foul stench. He stared at the man before him, weighing the situation in the pit of his mind like a blade balanced on a thread. + +A part of him wanted to strike now, end this charade, end this so-called young master from the Xuan Family who thought the world was his chessboard. But another part of him—calculated, patient, cold—hesitated. Silus possessed knowledge. Knowledge about the citadel no one else did. + +He had predicted the stages, escaped the maze first, and even knew which parts of the second stage held treasures before they’d stepped through the portal. Killing him now would mean losing all of that. It would mean walking blind into the unknown. + +’Should I use Ashes of Insight…’ the thought crossed his mind like a whisper in flames. A power born of the Lantern of Purple Death. An ability that promised the impossible—memory extraction after death. + +If he killed Silus, there was a chance he could burn through his soul and read the secrets carved into it. But that chance came with questions. Would it show him everything Silus knew? Or only flashes? Would it consume the soul in the process, or leave it fractured? + +Max hadn’t used the ability even once. He didn’t know its limits. And he couldn’t afford a gamble this dangerous in a place like the citadel. + +Still… the urge to kill surged within him. + +He slowly turned to face Silus, his gaze hardening into sharpened obsidian. "What?" he said, his voice low, lethal. "Are you afraid now?" A sneer curled on his lips. + +Silus’s smile faltered. + +The hall grew tense. The air itself seemed to hesitate, caught between heat and steel. Klaus and Nortan instinctively took a step back, sensing the killing intent that was suffocating the space. + +Max’s gaze turned cold, sharp like the edge of his sword, as he locked eyes with Silus. He had made up his mind. There would be no better chance than this. Silus was alone. The two level 5 Master Rank commanders wasn’t with him. + +Klaus and Nortan were here, but they wouldn’t interfere. And if they did—Max was ready to cut them down too. + +Max’s aura exploded. His sword concept howled into existence, carving thin rifts in the space around him, as if the world itself was flinching. + +Silus’s expression stiffened. + +"You think I’m afraid?" Silus scoffed, forcing a grin, but Max could see the flicker in his eyes. That brief flash of panic. He had underestimated Max. + +"I’m done playing your little treasure boy," Max said, voice calm, deadly—like a quiet storm moments before it tore the heavens apart. + +And in the blink of an eye, Max vanished from where he stood. + +He reappeared right in front of Silus, his sword already mid-swing. The atmosphere cracked from the sudden burst of momentum, the air itself hissing under the pressure of the strike. + +"To think you dare attack me?!" Silus shouted in disbelief, his body flinching back. But he reacted fast. With a swift motion, he summoned a long obsidian spear into his hands, thrusting it forward with a snarl. + +Bang! + +The two weapons collided with a deafening crash, the force rippling outward like a thunderclap. Sharp sword winds erupted outward, while the spear’s piercing aura tore through the stone floor beneath them, sending shards flying. Mirrors lining the walls trembled violently; some even cracked under the pressure of the clash. + +"Hahaha! Only basic stage sword concept?" Silus mocked, eyes burning with disdain. "You really are just a trash insect from the Lower Domain." + +As if to prove his point, the aura around his spear surged, becoming more refined, sharper—denser. The tip of his weapon radiated a golden-white hue, and in moments, the difference was undeniable. His spear concept had ascended to a higher level than Max’s sword concept. + +"Trash! Die!" he roared, stepping forward with a sneer twisted across his face. His spear blurred, stabbing out at Max in a rapid succession—each thrust a streak of light, whistling with deadly force. + +Max’s frown deepened slightly. His sword concept was indeed being suppressed—but so what? Strength wasn’t always about who had the higher realm of mastery. + +His Three Dimensional Body saw through all of Silus’ spear. Each time Silus’s spear came for his throat, heart, or side, Max’s blade met it with perfect timing—redirecting, deflecting, or outright stopping the attack. Sparks flew from every clash, wind raged out in waves every time Max’s sword met the spearhead. + +The hall echoed with the metallic rhythm of their dance. Bang. Clang. Whoosh. + +Even though Silus had the upper hand in concept, Max was keeping up with sheer experience, battle sense, and raw, unrelenting combat will. + +Silus’s grin began to fade as realization crept in. This wasn’t going to be the easy kill he had imagined. + +Not even close. But he still had confidence after noticing something. + +"You really didn’t use a treasure. This is your true strength," Silus muttered in shock, his tone laced with disbelief. His brows twitched, and for a moment, his grip on the spear loosened ever so slightly. + +But then, something darker flickered in his eyes—pride, cruelty, and an almost twisted relief. His lips curled into a sneer. "But that makes it even better. I was worried—just for a second—that you had used some kind of artifact to raise your strength temporarily, that you might surpass me. But it seems I overestimated you." + +That faint concern vanished, replaced by ruthless aggression. Silus’ aura erupted like a geyser, sending invisible waves of pressure throughout the hall as he took a step forward, eyes glowing with malicious excitement. + +"Spear God Arts—First Spear!" + +His spear lit up, engulfed in a blazing golden light. The energy around it twisted into a cone, as if the air itself bowed to the weapon. With a roar, Silus lunged forward, thrusting the spear straight at Max with pinpoint intent to skewer him. + +Sensing the terrifying danger radiating from that attack, Max didn’t hesitate. His stance shifted sharply, both hands tightening around the hilt of his blade. + +"Point Break!" he called out, activating the second move of his Voidborne Edge technique. + +His sword shimmered as space rippled around the blade, and he met Silus’s incoming spear with a devastating thrust of his own. + +Bang! + +The collision was earth-shaking. Max’s sword vibrated violently, and the force sent him sliding backward across the polished stone floor of the hall, his boots digging grooves into the ground before he came to a stop. Dust rose in his wake. + +"Hahahaha! You’re no match for me!" Silus howled, drunk on his power. "If you admit defeat now, I—" + +He never finished the sentence. + +In that very instant, Max vanished again, blinking through space like a specter. + +A pulse of instinct screamed in Silus’s skull. His eyes widened. Too late. + +From behind—Max appeared. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art!" + +The slash came down like a bolt of divine judgment, his sword a blur of steel and energy. It landed cleanly on Silus’s back, an eruption of force blasting the arrogant young master forward like a broken doll. + +BOOM! + +Silus crashed into the far wall of the hall with thunderous impact, stones cracking, dust exploding outward. He groaned, his body sprawled against the rubble. + +Max didn’t relax. + +’That felt like hitting a wall instead of flesh,’ he thought grimly, brow furrowed. His sword arm was still tingling from the rebound. Even though the attack had connected, something felt... off. + +There was no blood, no deep wound. Just resistance. Dense, immovable, almost artificial. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his instincts on high alert. "What the hell… was that defense?" he muttered under his breath. + +Something wasn’t right with Silus. Something far beyond just strength. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-597.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-597.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..19db6b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-597.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 597: Overpowering Silus" +slug: "ch-597" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 597 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1239 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s gaze sharpened as he looked toward the settling rubble. From within the cracked wall and dust, Silus emerged slowly, his expression twisted in irritation but far from afraid. + +Max’s eyes immediately focused on the area where his sword had landed—it was glowing with a thick, transparent greenish hue, like a condensed shell of light. A protective aura. No, it was more than that. Something deeper. Something ancient. + +’What is that… some kind of defensive skill?’ Max narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing. + +"You think a sneak attack would work on me?" Silus spat, brushing the dust from his shoulders with theatrical ease, his confidence unfazed. + +Then, without any dramatic motion or flourish, a transformation spread across his body. A shimmering green armor materialized from thin air, layering itself tightly around him. + +But it didn’t look like normal armor. It was segmented, rounded—an organic shell that instantly reminded Max of a tortoise. "You have no idea who you’re dealing with, do you?" + +Silus stepped forward, his sneer deepening. "My name is Silus of the Xuan Family. One of the Four Families that rule the Four God Nation. And our family carries the Black Tortoise Bloodline." + +Max’s pupils contracted. Black Tortoise Bloodline? + +Silus raised his chin proudly, tapping his chest where the shell shimmered with dense green runes. "The Black Tortoise is revered for many things… but above all, it is invincible when it comes to defense. You think you can wound me? Kill me?" + +He chuckled with cruel amusement. "Forget it. As long as I activate my bloodline’s defense, not even peak Master Rank attacks can pierce it." + +Max took a step back, not in retreat but in contemplation. The weight of Silus’s words settled in his chest, not with fear, but with clarity. ’So that’s how it is.’ + +His gaze lowered slightly as memories surfaced—Alice once told him that she hailed from the Phoenix God Nation and bore the ancient Phoenix Bloodline. + +That power of blazing fire and regeneration, was already terrifying. Now Silus stood before him, armored in the unyielding protection of the Black Tortoise. + +’Are the Four God Nations… based on the Four Divine Beasts of legend?’ Max’s mind spun. In the Lower Domain, children whispered tales of a distant past—of the Dragon, the Phoenix, the White Tiger, and the Black Tortoise. Beasts said to have descended from the sky, shaking the heavens, warring amongst themselves until they vanished without a trace. No one knew if it was truth or myth. + +But now, Max was beginning to connect the dots. Alice. Silus. Bloodlines that shouldn’t exist. Power rooted in something far older, far greater than what the Lower Domain could comprehend. + +His hands clenched into fists, sword still at his side. If the legend was true… then what about the other two? The Dragon? The White Tiger? + +Max’s gaze rose again, locking with Silus’s gloating eyes. A storm of thoughts swirled within him, but his expression remained still. If the Four God Nation truly embodied the will of those mythical beasts… then they were truly worthy enough to rule Acaris. + +"Your bloodline is good for defense," Max said, his voice calm but filled with an underlying sharpness. His eyes glinted like a blade drawn under moonlight. "And I think you’re going to need it now." + +The very next moment, something shifted in the air around him. A violent, suffocating pressure burst out from Max’s body. It was his sword concept—no longer mild or restrained. It erupted in full force, slicing through the air with an invisible edge that made even the space tremble. + +The aura that surged forth wasn’t just strong—it was severing. It cut through the atmosphere like it was silk, and the moment it clashed with Silus’ own aura, the effect was immediate and terrifying. + +Silus, who had once looked down on Max, suddenly felt his Perfection Stage Level 1 Spear Concept being smothered. Not pushed back. Not clashed with. But suppressed. + +Silus took a step back, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How… How is this possible?" he exclaimed, his voice tight with confusion and fear. "You clearly only have a basic stage Level 1 sword concept—not even advanced stage—so how can your concept overpower mine which is at perfection stage?" + +Max didn’t bother to explain everything. He simply sneered, eyes sharp like the blade in his hand. "Because my sword concept isn’t a normal one. It’s the Concept of Severing Sword," he said with quiet intensity. And before Silus could process those words, Max vanished like a flash of lightning. + +In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in front of Silus, his sword already swinging downward in a devastating arc. + +Silus reacted quickly, his instincts honed by years of battle. His hands moved on their own, spear thrusting upward to intercept the blow. His Black Tortoise Armor glowed with runic brilliance, the emerald-green shell glimmering with layered defenses. + +Bang! + +The clash was monumental—shockwaves blasted outward, shattering nearby walls and distorting the very air. The sound rang like a mountain cracking apart under pressure. + +Max’s sword collided with Silus’ spear with such ferocity that for a moment, both figures were locked in a frozen duel of raw force and unbending will. Neither attack broke through. They were perfectly matched in that instant. + +Silus gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. "Even if your sword concept suppresses mine, you still can’t defeat me!" he roared, and then began attacking in rapid succession, thrusting his spear at Max like a flurry of unrelenting thunderclaps. + +But Max… he remained calm. + +Not only was he blocking each attack with precise parries, but he was also moving effortlessly. His sword danced between the gaps of Silus’ attacks, sometimes brushing the shell, sometimes striking directly. Again and again, he tested the durability of the Black Tortoise Armor, probing for weakness. + +Sometimes he would counter with Point Break, the second technique of Voidborne Edge, which pierced with brutal precision like the arrow of a god. Yet even that couldn’t fully pierce through the divine shell. + +Still, Max didn’t stop. He smiled faintly—calm, patient, merciless. Like a blade honed endlessly, waiting for the moment it finds its mark. + +There was a reason why Max hadn’t used any of his inheritances up until now. Deep down, he wanted to test something—himself. He wanted to see if he could take down someone like Silus without relying on the overwhelming power of the Crimson Reaper or the other inheritances he carried. + +Because from everything he’d observed so far, Silus didn’t seem to be that formidable. Not on the level of threat his Old Ancestor had warned him about—the kind of monsters that lurked deeper within the Middle Domain. + +Max knew this was just the beginning. There would be stronger geniuses ahead—smarter, more brutal, born with higher bloodlines and monstrous talents. So if he couldn’t defeat Silus without dipping into his trump cards, then what chance would he have later? That thought alone hardened his resolve. + +And as their battle raged on, it was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone—even to Silus himself—who held the advantage. + +Every exchange tilted slightly more in Max’s favor. Every sword strike pushed Silus back a little further. His defenses were solid, yes, but Max’s attacks were relentless and precise, gradually chipping away at the gaps in his technique. + +The weight of Max’s experience, the sharpness of his concept, and the calmness in his eyes began to overwhelm Silus’ arrogance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-598.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-598.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f4bf5c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-598.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 598: Reverse Techqniue" +slug: "ch-598" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 598 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1243 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Severing Flow Sword Art!" Max’s voice rang out through the hall like a decree of death. His sword sliced through the air, a streak of pure annihilation carried by the full force of his Concept of Severing Sword. + +It was the same technique he’d used before—but now, powered by the severing concept, it transformed into something entirely different. The attack didn’t just aim to cut—it intended to erase. + +The space between Max and Silus warped slightly, rippling like the surface of disturbed water. The sword light howled forward like a tidal wave of blades, shrieking with the intent to break through anything—armor, flesh, even willpower. + +Silus’ eyes widened, panic flickering across his face for the first time. His tortoise shell armor thickened automatically in response, drawing deeply on his bloodline. + +But the moment Max’s strike crashed into it, the entire hall trembled. An ear-shattering explosion echoed across the chamber, followed by a gust of raw force that sent debris flying and cracked the walls. + +"I’ve had enough of you!!" Silus’ roar echoed like thunder through the crumbling hall, his voice a howl of fury and humiliation. From the cracked wall of debris he had crashed into earlier, he stormed out, bloodied, battered, but burning with madness in his eyes. + +His once-groomed hair was now a wild mane, his pristine armor scuffed and dented. He looked nothing like the proud young master of the Xuan Family—he looked like a man pushed to the edge. + +"Black Tortoise Inheritance – Inverse Technique!" he bellowed. + +At his call, a ripple of dark energy surged around him. The heavy, shell-like tortoise armor that had once bulked around his body suddenly compressed—flattening and thinning until it looked like a second skin of dark jade, pulsing with power. + +His aura changed. It became sharper, deadlier, more volatile. Even the spear in his hand glowed ominously, its tip coated with a dense, dark green radiance that hissed like a serpent ready to strike. + +"Die!" he shrieked, charging at Max like a mad beast. + +But Max didn’t flinch. His eyes gleamed with excitement, his body tense but composed. He welcomed the challenge. And instead of dodging, he met the attack head-on. + +Boom! + +Their weapons clashed, and the entire hall shuddered under the force of the collision. Max was sent skidding backwards, his boots tearing long grooves into the stone floor, dust swirling around him. But instead of pain, there was exhilaration in his eyes. + +"Good!" he muttered, the corner of his lips lifting as his body began to blaze with light from within. One by one, his 443 Draconic Essences ignited like stars, flooding his limbs with raw, ancient strength. A roar of draconic power surged through his veins, coating his frame with invisible might. + +Silus came again, faster than before. His spear thrust out like a green dragon, each movement refined, deadly, and imbued with the will to kill. + +But this time, Max was ready. + +He raised his sword, the air around it humming violently. Then he stepped forward, his entire body surging with power, and slashed. + +Clang! + +BOOM!! + +The next clash was apocalyptic. A deafening shockwave exploded from the center of their collision, sending splinters of the floor and walls flying. Both fighters slid backward, refusing to be overwhelmed, their weapons still ringing with the force of their strikes. But neither slowed. They lunged forward again. + +Max slashed. Severing Flow Sword Art. His blade moved like the tides of destruction, splitting the air itself, laced with his unique Concept of Severing Sword—one meant to cut through anything, even laws. + +Silus stabbed. Spear God Arts – Second Spear: Devouring Coil. His spear danced with serpentine speed, coated in tortoise force that spiraled with armor-crushing power. + +Their battle turned into a blur—two titans exchanging blows with relentless intensity. The hall around them cracked, walls crumbled, and the paintings and mirrors that had once held mysterious secrets were torn apart by the shockwaves of their fight. It was no longer a test of bloodlines or techniques. It was a war of will. + +Every time Silus roared, Max would answer with silence and a slash. + +Every time Silus’ spear struck down like lightning, Max’s sword rose to meet it like judgment. + +Sweat dripped. Muscles screamed. But neither of them backed down. + +And in that ruined hall—among shattered treasures and faded echoes of the citadel’s former grandeur—the epic clash between both of them carved itself into memory. + +Klaus and Nortan stood far off at the edge of the hall, their figures shrouded in dust and the eerie half-light of the Citadel. But their eyes were fixed—wide, unblinking, unable to look away from the battlefield where two monsters clashed. + +The very air trembled, waves of pressure radiating outward every time Max’s sword met Silus’s spear. Each impact was like a thunderclap, the sheer force threatening to collapse the very walls of the chamber. Their senses, even dulled by distance, screamed danger + +It was overwhelming. Bone-chilling. The kind of power that couldn’t be matched by courage or ambition—it was simply unreachable. + +Klaus sighed at this moment. "So, this… this is the strength of a true Master Rank…" he muttered, voice hoarse, almost reverent. He had seen battles before, had fought his own wars, but what unfolded in front of him wasn’t just a fight—it was a storm. + +Silus, covered in his terrifyingly sleek Black Tortoise Armor, moved like a raging typhoon, his spear howling with law-level precision and weight. + +But Max, that white-haired anomaly, was meeting him blow for blow. Sometimes even forcing him back. Max’s every strike seemed to cut space itself, the Severing Flow Sword Art paired with his Concept of Severing Sword leaving gashes in the air, scars of power that refused to close. + +The ground beneath their feet was cratered, mirrors on the walls shattered into glittering fragments, and the ceiling cracked ominously above. + +Nortan didn’t speak—he couldn’t. His throat was dry, his fists clenched tightly as he watched Max, the same boy he once looked down on, go toe to toe with a descendant of the Xuan Family, one of the Four God Nations. + +Every time Silus launched one of his Spear God Arts, Klaus thought it would be the end—he felt it deep in his soul. But Max would always counter, always push back, sometimes even smiling, as though the pressure of death was a challenge he was born to conquer. + +"Spear God Arts – Solitary Spear!" Silus roared, his voice echoing like thunder through the broken hall as he thrust his spear forward with a surge of terrifying force. The air itself twisted and cracked from the pressure, the spear aura condensing into a single devastating point that looked as if it could pierce through anything—armor, will, soul, or even the laws that governed the world. + +The spear glowed with a dark green luster, sharp and absolute, the embodiment of destruction wrapped in silence. It wasn’t just a strike; it was a statement. A killing blow honed by countless years of bloodline refinement and legacy mastery. + +Max’s eyes narrowed the moment he sensed it, his instincts flaring like wildfire. He felt the pressure converging onto him, the killing intent thick as a blade pressed to his throat. + +But he didn’t falter. Instead, he adjusted his grip and allowed his concept to surge. The blade of his sword vibrated—alive with power—as he poured not just the Severing Sword Concept into it but now added the furious burn of his Flame Concept. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-599.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-599.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ca98d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-599.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 599: Mark of the Xuan Family" +slug: "ch-599" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 599 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s sword began to blaze, not wildly but with an intense, concentrated heat that shimmered like molten light. The combination was volatile, but Max controlled it with perfect precision. Sparks danced around him as the aura of his sword intensified—blistering and unrelenting. + +Then, with a roar of his own, he met Silus’s spear head-on. The collision was cataclysmic. Spear and sword slammed into each other with such raw violence that the floor beneath them exploded in a shockwave of stone and light. + +The chamber trembled. Waves of fire and invisible edges of severing force lashed in all directions, incinerating and cutting everything in their path. + +Max felt his muscles straining, the air around him twisting from the force, but his blade didn’t break. It held. The flaming edge crackled, severing energy slicing through the aura of the Solitary Spear as he shouted with all his might, pushing against the momentum of Silus’s spear. + +For a moment, time seemed to pause. Two wills, two weapons, three concepts—locked in a brutal contest of dominance. And then, with a blinding flare of light and heat, the impact erupted outward, throwing both combatants away in opposite directions like meteors colliding mid-air. + +Max landed steadily, panting slightly but still upright. His sword glowed faintly with embers, the flame yet to die out. + +"Flame concept? You’ve comprehended two concepts?" Silus gasped, staggering backward as his spear arm trembled from fatigue. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the dust and blood that clung to his skin. + +In all his years in the Middle Domain—where geniuses rose and fell like stars—he had never once encountered someone who had truly mastered two distinct concepts at once. Not at this level. Not with this power. It was rare. Unheard of. + +And now, standing before him was a youth from the Lower Domain wielding not one but two concepts in harmony—flame and sword. + +What made Silus’s heart truly sink into despair was not just the revelation, but the fact that his strongest attack, Solitary Spear, the ultimate technique of his Spear God Arts, had utterly failed to break through. + +The moment it clashed against Max’s sword, he had felt it—that creeping dread of helplessness. The solid wall of superiority that Max had become. + +He, a prodigy of the Xuan Family, bearer of the Black Tortoise Bloodline, and the one once feared by all in the Lower Domain… had now became a prey. + +Max stepped forward slowly, the embers dancing off his blade, his expression calm but merciless. "Now you can die peacefully," he whispered. In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished. Silus barely registered the movement, only catching the faint ripple in space before Max reappeared directly in front of him, just inches away. + +Silus instinctively tried to lift his spear, to defend, to retaliate, but he was already too late. Max’s sword—now glowing with the condensed fury of the flame concept, the cutting force of the Severing Sword concept, and the warping spatial edges of the space concept—came down in a silent slash. + +"Void Severance Slash," Max murmured, as if the words themselves carried death. + +The sword passed cleanly through Silus’s head, slicing downward in one smooth, elegant motion that carved his entire body—armor, bones, bloodline shell and all—into two. + +For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, the glow of the tortoise shell cracked, splitting down the middle as Silus’s body slowly separated. His consciousness remained for a final flicker, just enough for him to comprehend the impossibility of what had happened. + +’My shell… my armor… even that couldn’t protect me?’ His last emotion wasn’t anger or hatred. It was regret. Regret for underestimating someone from the Lower Domain. Regret for thinking himself untouchable. + +And then… silence. The two halves of his body hit the ground with a dull, final thud. Silus of the Xuan Family of Four God Nation was no more. + +’He was strong. Very strong, in fact.’ Max couldn’t deny it. Silus had pushed him harder than anyone he had ever faced in the Lower Domain. His techniques, his bloodline, even his defensive strength… all of it had been at the peak. + +If not for Max’s triple concept synergy and overwhelming combat adaptability, the outcome might’ve been different. + +Shaking his head slightly, Max exhaled as he stared at the corpse split in two—one half slumped over, the other lying face down.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +The battle was over, but the sense of finality hadn’t yet settled. + +Max stepped closer, his expression turning focused as he summoned the eerie purple hue of his Ashes of Insight, his purple flame flickering faintly between his fingers. + +He was just about to begin the memory extraction process when a chill gripped his green soul core. Instinctively, Max retreated several meters back, every sense on full alert. And then—he saw it. + +Above Silus’s body, the air twisted as if reality itself was being pulled apart. A swirling crimson fog began to manifest, forming a vague but ominous shadow of red clouds. The pressure it emitted was suffocating. + +And then came the voice—booming, ancient, laced with authority and wrath. "Who dares to kill a direct descendant of the Xuan Family, of the Four God Nation?!" the voice thundered across the hall like the wrath of a god. + +Max’s body tensed. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Blob’s voice rang out inside his mind, sharp and urgent. "Quick! Stay away from the corpse!" + +But it was too late. In that very moment, the crimson fog condensed into a streak of blinding light and shot directly toward him. + +Max’s instincts screamed, and he tried to dodge, but the speed was beyond what even his enhanced reflexes could fully manage. Pain exploded in his right arm. + +His breath hitched as he stumbled a step back, clutching it. He gritted his teeth and looked down—his eyes widened. + +A dark-green mark, shaped like a turtle shell with ancient runic edges, had appeared just below his right shoulder. It pulsed faintly, as if alive. + +"What the hell is this?!" Max muttered, stunned, staring at the mark that now etched itself into his very body. He could feel it wasn’t just superficial—it had imprinted on a deeper level, like a curse or a brand. + +"That is the mark of the Xuan Family," Blob’s voice echoed gravely in Max’s mind, filled with more seriousness than usual. "Whenever someone kills a genius of their bloodline, the Black Tortoise Lineage marks the killer with a blood seal. It’s rare—some say it’s a myth—but clearly, it’s real. That mark on your arm… it’s their way of claiming vengeance, even beyond death. You’ve been marked by the Black Tortoise Bloodline of the Xuan Family." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his breath turning cold. The implications hit him hard. Blob continued, "If another member of the Xuan Family ever lays eyes on you, they’ll know. Instantly. The mark can’t be hidden by normal means. They’ll hunt you down, no matter where you are, no matter who you’re with. And they won’t stop until you’re dead." + +Max’s jaw clenched. This wasn’t something he had foreseen. He knew the Four God Nations weren’t just powerful—they were dominant, unshakable pillars of Acaris. But this kind of bloodline vengeance? It was on a different level. + +’No wonder they rule the Middle Domain,’ Max thought grimly. ’The Four God Families aren’t just powerful—they’re monsters dressed in divinity.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-6.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-6.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b2a89b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-6.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 6: A Level 4 Goblin Shaman" +slug: "ch-6" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 6 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1262 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max dashed towards the fifteen goblins charging at him and unleashed ten magic bullets. He targeted only the Level 2 goblins, deliberately ignoring the Level 3 ones. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +The Level 2 goblins stood no chance against Max's bullets. Their heads exploded, and gaping holes appeared in their bodies. + +But five goblins remained, three of them at Level 3. + +Max swiftly appeared before one of the Level 2 goblins and swung his sword in a horizontal arc. + +Slash! + +A deep gash appeared on the goblin's body, but that was it—his attack only caused this much damage. + +Max frowned at the sight but didn't have time to dwell on it as he saw the level 3 goblins taking action. They sprinted towards him with their shiny swords. + +'I will have to finish this one.' Max fired a bullet at the one he had just injured. + +Bang! + +Its head exploded, and it died. + +He quickly dashed back, creating distance between them, while aiming at the last level 2 goblin and shot forward a magic bullet. + +Bang! + +The bullet hit its body, creating a big gaping hole through it. + +'This Basic Sword Art skill at level 1 mastery is trash,' Max thought as he maintained some distance from the three level 3 goblins who were charging towards him. + +'I will have to increase my mastery of the Basic Sword Art to at least level 10 too after this,' he thought while aiming three bullets at the three level 3 goblins. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +"Grr!" "Grr!" "Grr!" + +The bullets hit the three goblins, causing green blood to seep out of their bodies. Although the bullets failed to kill the goblins, they made them immobile and heavily injured them. They fell to the ground with green blood flowing out of them. + +'My mana is also low. I can only shoot another ten bullets at most.' Max frowned, seeing the magic bullets fail to kill them. 'It's good that it's only three of them and not an entire crowd.' + +He dashed towards them and arrived before them. Seeing them lying in the green blood, Max showed no pity and fired three bullets at their heads, killing them. + +Their bodies disappeared soon after, leaving behind some shiny swords and other drops from the regular goblins. But what he cared about were the three cores they dropped. + +Max stored them all in his storage space and headed towards the others at the back. He noticed that the students had begun handling the ones at the back that he left for them, leaving behind the items dropped by the goblins he had killed. + +He smiled at the sight and collected everything into his storage space before silently disappearing from there. + +--- + +Max moved around at the edge of the village while looking for a place to silently level up. He also wanted to train for some hours in the Basic Sword Art to take it to level 10. + +While moving along the edge of the village, he arrived at the other entrance of the village at the opposite end. He encountered many level 2 goblins along the way, but he killed them all before arriving there. + +The situation at the other entrance was the same as the one he came from. Goblins surrounded the students, who fought them with difficulty, but Max didn't help as he didn't see any level 3 goblins among them. + +He thought that when the village was attacked, the three level 3 goblins headed towards their entrance, leaving the other entrance with loads of level 2 goblins. + +'William, Zixi, and Henry are with them, so they should be able to handle the goblins here,' Max thought, seeing some familiar faces among them. He hid behind a hut so they couldn't see him while they were busy fighting the goblins. + +'I should leave.' Max moved towards the middle area of the village. He noticed that level 2 goblins kept coming and guarding the edge of the village even after he killed some, so he decided to check out the middle area to see if he could find a good place. + +'I have absorbed all the cores from the level 1 goblins I killed back at the narrow hallway, and though I failed to level up, my mana is restored to its peak,' Max thought as he sneaked towards the middle of the village. He knew that he would encounter more level 3 goblins in this region, so he couldn't help but tread carefully. + +After silently moving through the middle, Max suddenly hid behind a crate, for he saw a large number of level 1 and level 2 goblins moving in this region. They all had weapons with them—wooden knives and rusty swords. Some even carried clubs. + +'Damn, I really want to go ahead and kill them all.' Max resisted the urge to massacre them as he also saw many level 3 goblins around the mob. + +'I will hav—' Max wanted to leave the area when he suddenly felt something. His body reacted to something in this area. + +His skill Three Dimensional Body had been active all the time, and as he looked through that vision of omniscience, he didn't find anything unusual. + +'But I still felt something...' Max frowned and stepped back from the crate. He closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the sensation. 'It came from my Three Dimensional Body skill!' + +He opened his eyes and sneakily moved towards the area where the feeling was coming from. He didn't forget to stay wary of the goblins, so he tried to avoid them; those he couldn't avoid, he sent them to hell silently on their way. + +After some time of sneaking, Max arrived before a small tent. The tent wasn't far away, but because it was in the middle region of the village filled with level 3 goblins, Max had to be cautious while coming here. + +'The feeling is coming from this tent.' Max observed the tent and noticed that it looked exactly the same as any other tent in the village. It was made up of leaves and wood. + +'Let's see what's so great about this tent.' He cautiously moved and entered inside. + +However, what he found inside shocked him slightly. He saw that he appeared in a large hall, which had many things inside. From swords to spears to clubs to knives, but he noticed all of them were rusty and wooden like the ones level 1 and level 2 goblins used. He also noticed many other things inside, but what attracted his attention the most was the goblin standing at the far end of the hall. + +The goblin's strength seemed to be at level 4, and it carried a staff in its hand, unlike the other goblins Max had encountered in the dungeon. + +"Wait a minute... Could this be a Goblin Shaman?" Max's eyes widened. Goblin Shamans were typically boss-type monsters in low-rank dungeons, but this one didn't seem to be the dungeon boss. + +'I see, I have hit the jackpot! This may be a Hidden Chamber of this dungeon,' Max realized now, and he also understood why his Three Dimensional Body skill led him here. 'Since the Three Dimensional Body skill is a space-related ability, it could have sensed the strangeness in the space around the tent,' he speculated. + +"GRRRR!" + +However, Max had no time to dwell on his thoughts. The Goblin Shaman wasted no moment and launched an attack, conjuring a blazing fireball with a flick of its staff. + +The attack was swift, giving Max only seconds to react. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-60.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-60.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ea95a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-60.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 60: You Fail" +slug: "ch-60" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 60 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1268 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The bald-headed man then teleported Max back to the watching section. + +"How is it?" Max asked, turning to Ryan and taking deep breaths. + +"You made history, just as you said you would." Ryan replied, smiling. + +Max grinned in response, but inside, he was crying. ’Damn, fighting while holding back, and making it look as if I’m at my last breath was more difficult than I expected.’ He thought, realizing that the stunt he had just pulled off was far more strenuous than anything he had done until now. + +"Let me rest for a bit," Max said to Ryan as he sat down, taking out some cores to absorb. ’I’m not low on mana, but I have to act like I am,’ he thought, sighing. + +When he observed the others’ fights, he had noticed one thing in common: everyone struggled to kill more monsters due to their lack of mana. They drained their mana far too quickly. + +’But I’m not like them,’ Max mused. He understood why he was different. First was the insane amount of cores he absorbed at each level to level up. This made his body full of mana, even though it caused his leveling process to be very slow. + +The other reason was his level 100 skills. After getting accustomed to them, Max realized they required far less mana than when they were at the starting levels. + +He didn’t know the exact reason behind it, but what he did know was that he wasted almost no mana when performing a skill now that they had reached level 100. + +As Max thought and planned his next moves, a figure appeared in front of him. It was the same middle-aged man from last time, with a burned face. + +He stared at Max and said, "You did well, but you failed the recruitment test." + +Max frowned, his expression turning ugly. "How did I fail? I set a new record here." + +Even Ryan and the bald-headed man looked at the middle-aged man questioningly. + +"Master, he passed the test and even set a new record," Ryan said, frowning. He was a little displeased by the Master’s words. + +George, the Master of the Phoenix Order guild’s branch, glanced at Ryan. "Don’t question my decisions." As he spoke, a heavy aura descended on Ryan, the bald-headed man, and Max. + +Ryan and the bald-headed man flinched back from the pressure, while Max appeared unaffected. + +Find your next adventure on empire + +"You didn’t answer me. How did I fail?" Max asked coldly. + +"Do I need to?" George walked in front of Max and looked down at him. "But since you set a new record, I’ll at least tell you the reason for your failure." He sneered and continued, "It’s because you simply don’t possess any affinity for fire, and our guild primarily requires hunters with a high affinity for fire." + +"But Master, didn’t you see him using fire-related skills just now?" Ryan said at this moment. He definitely wouldn’t let a genius go to waste just because the Master of the branch failed him. + +George turned to Ryan and said, "You may think I’m biased, but I’m not. He simply doesn’t possess any affinity for fire. You and I both know that if his affinity for fire is too low, he’ll never be able to comprehend the true Concept of Fire." + +He added, looking back at Max, "And a genius who can’t comprehend a Concept is no genius at all." + +Ryan refused to accept this and argued back, "We shouldn’t care about that, Master. The main guild will handle that. Our only task is to send good seeds to the main branch, and what happens after that is no longer our responsibility." + +George looked back at Ryan and said, "You’re right, Ryan, but I simply can’t send a person with almost zero affinity for fire to the main branch. They’ll think that the Dustfall district branch produces trash. Therefore, I can’t allow that to happen." + +Ryan sighed with a sad expression, feeling pity for Max. He knew the Master was a very resolute man, and once he decided something, it was rare for him to change his mind. + +"But still, Master, we should at least give him a chance. He set a new record, a record that will be followed for generations to come," the bald-headed man protested. He just couldn’t accept that someone who could create such a record would fail the recruitment test. It didn’t seem right to him. + +George looked at the bald man. "You too?" He sighed as he exchanged glances with Ryan and the bald-headed man. "Fine, since you both want to give him a chance, then I’ll be happy to comply," he said, flicking his fingers. + +Almost instantly, red flames surrounded Max. They were like walls, blocking him from everyone else. + +"What are you doing?" Max shouted in panic, feeling the power behind these flames. + +"No need to panic," George said, sneering. "I’ve given you a chance. These flames contain the level 1 Concept of Fire. If you can comprehend even a little bit of that concept in an hour, you can extinguish the flames on your own. If you can’t do that, then it means you’re simply not suitable for the Phoenix Order guild." + +Max frowned, his face ugly. He hadn’t expected to face such a situation, even after showcasing some strength. + +"Is there really a concept in these flames?" Max asked, turning to Ryan for confirmation. He couldn’t believe George at all. He needed to be sure that these flames surrounding him contained the level 1 Concept of Fire. Otherwise, he would be a fool searching for a speck of truth in a boundless ocean. + +"Yeah. The flames do contain the level 1 Concept of Fire," Ryan said, sighing. He didn’t believe Max would be able to comprehend anything from these flames within an hour. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe in Max, but it was just that one hour was too short a time to understand something as mysterious as a concept. + +After getting the confirmation from Ryan, Max sat down cross-legged, his mind focusing entirely on the flames. ’An hour meaning a year in the Dimension of Time, but is that enough?’ he doubted, but he didn’t let these thoughts affect him. + +Max stared deeply into the swirling red flames before him, his mind narrowing to a singular focus. He could feel the searing heat radiating off the fire, the way it shifted and danced with fluidity, and the raw, untamed destructiveness it carried. + +Every flicker and ember seemed to pulse with a life of its own, carrying whispers of ancient energy. + +"Flames… Fire… They’re the same," he muttered to himself. His thoughts began to weave together, connecting the sensations he perceived—the scorching heat, the endless motion, the consuming power. + +Closing his eyes, Max extended his senses further as he entered the Dimension of Time, feeling the very essence of the flames. It was as if he could hear the fire’s roar, not with his ears but with his soul. At that moment, understanding dawned on him. + +The heat coursing through his skin wasn’t just physical—it was the manifestation of fire’s very nature, its aura. He felt it now, not as an external force but as something he could grasp, something he could wield. + +The aura of fire wasn’t just destruction; it was energy, creation, and transformation. As his comprehension deepened, the flames no longer seemed chaotic but alive, obeying a rhythm only he could sense. + +Slowly but steadily, he began to understand something—something very faint that was almost impossible to grasp. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-600.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-600.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d94681b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-600.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 600: Devil God Nation" +slug: "ch-600" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 600 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1195 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as he was weighing the consequences, something stirred violently within his body. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline surged to life without warning. Heat coursed through his veins, concentrating around his right arm. + +Max hissed through clenched teeth as a burning sensation flared beneath the skin. In moments, the green turtle-like mark began to smolder—then char—and finally dissolve into nothingness. Max blinked in disbelief. + +"It’s gone!" he muttered in awe, inspecting his now-clear arm. The Black Tortoise Bloodline’s mark had been completely erased—scorched away by the fierce dominance of his own chaotic bloodline. + +Blob chuckled in approval, the tension in his voice loosening. "You’re good, kid. I underestimated your bloodline. It’s more than dominant—it’s outright sovereign. To erase a mark from the Xuan Family without external help? That’s something even the Four God Nation might fear one day." + +Then, his voice dipped into caution again. "But don’t get too comfortable. The mark might be gone, but that mechanism wasn’t just local. Someone—maybe the elders already knows you killed Silus. They may not know where you are just yet, but your face... your presence... it might already be known. Be careful." + +Max nodded, a dark resolve in his eyes. If the Xuan Family was going to hunt him, then so be it. Let them come. He’d face them all if he had to. + +For now, there was still one more thing to do. He turned his gaze toward Silus’s mangled corpse, walking slowly toward it. + +As he reached out his right hand, it burst into ghostly purple flames. "Time to extract your secrets, Silus," Max muttered coldly. "Let’s see what you were hiding." + +Max lowered his right hand, letting the ghostly purple flames lick across the cold, broken corpse of Silus. There was no ceremony to it—just purpose. + +The moment the flames made contact, they spread with unnatural precision, consuming the body in seconds. Silus’s flesh, bones, blood—all of it—crumbled to cinders, leaving behind only a wisp of fading ash. + +Then, without warning, Max’s mind was pulled into a torrent of visions. The Ashes of Insight had activated. Scenes began to flash one after another in rapid succession—memories not his own—recollections from a life now ended. + +It was like being thrown into a storm of thoughts, sensations, and history. He saw Silus as a child, training under the pressure of divine expectations; as a young prodigy learning the secrets of the Citadel; as a proud descendant of the Xuan Family being told what it meant to carry the Black Tortoise Bloodline. + +Countless moments—years of ambition, fear, power, hatred—rushed through Max’s consciousness in mere minutes. And in those memories, he saw something else—something ancient. Something buried. + +Max slowly opened his eyes, his breathing shallow, mind trying to process the flood of information. After a moment, he steadied himself, sorting through what he had seen. "So, the original owner of the Citadel… was the Divine King of the Fifth Family," Max muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. "When the Four God Nation was still the Five God Nation." + +That piece alone sent a ripple of shock through his thoughts. He had heard of Five God Nation only from the mouth of Blob who existed since ten thousand years ago. But from Silus’s memories, the truth had been preserved—at least among those high enough to know. + +Once, long ago, there were five divine bloodlines in Acaris, not four. The fifth was the Devil God Nation with Devil God Bloodline. + +"According to his memories," Max continued slowly, thinking aloud, "in that distant past, when someone reached the absolute peak of Divine Rank—the final limit of the Mortal Realm—they could ascend. They could truly enter the Divine Realm." His tone grew heavy with awe and realization. That was the path… the path that no one had walked for thousands of years. That was the truth buried in silence. + +But what shook him most wasn’t the path to divinity—it was the fate of the Fifth Nation. "Divine King Atherion," Max whispered the name with a strange reverence, "the ruler of the Devil God Nation… he was the last one to ascend." And it was that very act—his ascension—that led to the downfall of the Devil God Nation. + +Max clenched his fists, eyes blazing with clarity. "So that’s what the Citadel is… it’s the last legacy of the Devil God Nation." + +According to the memories Max had absorbed from Silus, the truth behind the Devil God Nation was far darker than any legend had dared to whisper. Unlike the other four divine nations—each founded upon the principles of celestial harmony, order, and reverence for sacred beasts—the Devil God Nation stood as a blight upon the world. + +Its roots weren’t in enlightenment or unity, but in terror, chaos, and forbidden power. The very foundations of their civilization had been carved from blood rituals and soul sacrifices. Their inheritance methods twisted the natural order, drawing from corrupted laws—darkness, death, decay, and the unnameable forces from beyond the veil of the living. + +Where the Dragon, Phoenix, Black Tortoise, and White Tiger symbolized balance and purity, the Devil God Nation had knelt before a forgotten entity born from the void beyond death, a chaos god whose name had been erased from mortal tongues. + +Their temples oozed with demonic energy, ancient and hateful. Their cities, surrounded by bone-carved walls, breathed fear into even the bravest souls. And their capital, the Crimson Abyss Citadel, was cloaked in an eternal black mist so vile it could corrode the soul of any mortal who dared breathe it in. + +The people of this nation weren’t merely strong—they were abominations. The elites traded years of life for demonic strength, reshaping their own bodies into grotesque, monstrous forms that existed only to kill, destroy, and devour. + +No pact could be made with them. No peace ever lasted. The Devil God Nation existed not to co-exist but to dominate—to plunge the world into a new dark era ruled by primal chaos where only raw power mattered. + +It was inevitable, then, that after Divine King Atherion ascended to the Divine Realm, the balance broke. The moment their king left, the other four nations—who had always feared the Devil God Nation—acted as one. + +For the first and only time in history, the Four God Nations united their armies and descended upon their oldest rival. Even though the Devil God Nation was the strongest, the combined might of the four divine clans was overwhelming. + +War raged. The land bled. And slowly, the Devil God Nation fell. Their armies were crushed, their towers toppled, their temples shattered, and their people hunted to extinction. Entire bloodlines were erased, cities turned to ash, records purged from history. + +The Fifth Nation—once feared above all—was removed from the world so thoroughly that only myths dared mention its name. Until now. + +As Max stood there, his purple flames slowly fading after consuming the last remnants of Silus’ corpse, a heavy silence settled around him. His mind churned with the flood of memories he had just witnessed—an entire history buried beneath layers of propaganda, lies, and forgotten truths. + +"Devil God Nation…" he whispered to himself, the name tasting both cursed and sacred on his tongue. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-601.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-601.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ceeeb1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-601.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 601: Five Stages of Citadel" +slug: "ch-601" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 601 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1301 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max had always thought the Four God Nations were the peak of power, the shining pillars of order in the vast world of Acaris, but now he realized just how much had been erased from history. A fifth nation. A fifth divine family. And one that had been stronger than all four combined before it was wiped away. An evil fifth god nation. + +He could still feel the eerie weight of that dark legacy lingering in the air, as though the echoes of that fallen kingdom were watching him from the shadows. + +"This citadel…" he muttered, finally piecing it together. It wasn’t just some random ancient ruin filled with treasures and trials—it was the legacy left behind by the Divine King Atherion himself, a final gift to the people of the Devil God Nation. + +When Atherion had ascended, he must have foreseen the war that would follow. So he left behind the Citadel—sealed, hidden, protected by keys and deadly stages—waiting for someone of his bloodline or spirit to reclaim it. + +Silus, Max now understood, had somehow stumbled upon one of the rare maps of this legacy site, perhaps handed down through stolen inheritance or forbidden research. That map had allowed him to navigate this place with ease, knowing about the stages, the treasures, and the secrets none of the others could even guess. + +But now, Silus was dead—and Max was the only one who knew the truth. The legacy of the Devil God Nation wasn’t lost. It had only just begun to awaken. + +But one thing continued to nag at Max, a question that refused to leave his mind no matter how many pieces of the puzzle he had gathered—why was the legacy left behind in the Lower Domain? And even more baffling, why had the Four God Nation, despite knowing that this citadel was connected to Divine King Atherion, taken no concrete steps to claim or destroy it? + +Surely, with all their vast resources, ancient knowledge, and deep-rooted hatred for the Devil God Nation, they would have found and erased every trace of Atherion’s legacy by now. + +Max frowned, pondering the contradictions. It made no sense. The Four God Nation had been meticulous in hunting down every remnant of the Devil God Nation, going as far as erasing bloodlines and leveling cities. So why leave the citadel untouched? Why allow it to remain hidden in the Lower Domain, where anyone could stumble upon it—even someone like him? + +Shaking his head, Max let out a slow breath. There were still too many gaps, too many unanswered questions circling the citadel. From what he’d seen in Silus’ memories, the knowledge he’d gained was limited to the history of the Middle Domain, and while it explained the rise and fall of the Five God Nation, even Silus had no clue why the higher-ups of the Four God Nation had not moved against the citadel. + +It seemed the true motives were still hidden, buried beneath layers even Silus hadn’t reached. + +"Anyway, there should be some answers in the fifth stage," Max muttered under his breath, his gaze sharp. From Silus’ fragmented understanding, Max now knew that the citadel was split into five stages, each one testing something different—concept, comprehension, survival, legacy. + +And it was only the final, fifth stage where the actual inheritance of Divine King Atherion was hidden. That was where the truth would be. That was where the final secret should be revealed. + +Turning to Klaus, who had been quietly standing by, Max spoke calmly but firmly, "Let’s go to the third stage of the citadel." + +Klaus nodded, saying nothing, though deep inside his thoughts swirled. There was a time not too long ago when Max had been the junior between them—less experienced, less powerful—but now, that gap had become a canyon. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of pride and unease, knowing Max’s strength had soared to a level far beyond his own. + +Then Max turned his gaze to Nortan, eyes cold and gleaming with finality. "As for you, Nortan… I don’t trust you at all." His voice was sharp, decisive. "I trust Klaus because he shares the same bloodline as me—he can be trusted. But you… You’ve seen me kill Silus. That alone is reason enough. You must die." His words cut like blades, merciless + +"Wai—" Nortan barely managed to get a word out before Max’s figure flickered and appeared before him in a flash. With a single, clean motion, his sword came down, and Nortan’s head was severed from his shoulders. His body collapsed to the ground without resistance. One strike. That was all it took. + +Perhaps if Nortan hadn’t panicked, if he had tried to fight instead of stuttering in fear, he might’ve lasted a moment longer—but it didn’t matter. + +Max looked at the lifeless, headless corpse with no emotion on his face. He remembered clearly—back in the Lucas Palace, Nortan was the first to want him dead the moment Lucas entered his palace. For people like that, Max had no pity. None at all. + +"Let’s head to the third stage," Max said firmly, and Klaus responded with a quiet nod. + +Without wasting another second, Max took the lead, guiding Klaus through the dimly lit corridors deeper into the heart of the second stage. Eventually, they reached a large, ancient door etched with runes that pulsed faintly with an energy that felt both old and aware. + +According to the memories Max had extracted from Silus, this door—like the other four scattered across the citadel’s second stage—would not open unless everyone who had entered their respective areas gathered before their corresponding doors. + +Only when all five doors had someone waiting before them simultaneously would they unlock and grant passage forward. It was a system designed to ensure progression in unity, even among enemies. + +As Max and Klaus stepped in front of their door, a heavy groan echoed out, and the door slowly creaked open on its own. That meant one thing—everyone else across the citadel had already taken their positions and had likely been waiting. + +"Only we two entered this section of the second stage," Max said under his breath, casting a meaningful glance toward Klaus. + +Klaus nodded in silent agreement, fully understanding what Max was implying—that the other four groups might be larger, more dangerous, perhaps even chaotic. But here in the second stage, it had only been the two of them and nobody else had entered the second stage with them. + +Of course, that was all a lie and Klaus understood that as well. + +With no more words needed between them, Max stepped forward and crossed the threshold, Klaus following closely behind. The moment they entered, the temperature seemed to drop slightly, the air thicker with anticipation. The third stage of the citadel awaited them. + +*** + +Unknown to both Max and Klaus, just moments after they vanished into the third stage of the citadel, something sinister stirred behind them. The headless corpse of Nortan, left sprawled across the bloodstained floor, began to tremble unnaturally. A faint pulse flickered from within the severed neck, like a dying spark reigniting. + +At the same time, his severed head, lying a short distance away, twitched violently. Then, as if pulled by invisible strings, the body and the head jerked toward each other—slow at first, then accelerating with unnatural speed. + +In less than a heartbeat, the severed head slammed onto the neck stump with a sickening thud. A brief silence followed. And then, with a faint hiss of energy, the flesh knit itself together. Veins reconnected. Muscles flexed. Bones locked into place. + +In the blink of an eye, the corpse was whole again—no scar, no wound, not even a drop of blood spilled from the reattachment. And as its eyelids fluttered open, a faint red glow shimmered in Nortan’s eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-602.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-602.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..10f850a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-602.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 602: A New Group" +slug: "ch-602" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 602 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1267 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max passed through the heavy, ancient door into the third stage of the citadel, a sudden shift in atmosphere greeted him. He found himself walking down a dimly lit, narrow hall made of dark stone, the walls etched with faintly glowing runes pulsing with a rhythmic thrum. + +The air was thick, almost oppressive, but Max remained calm, his senses alert. Klaus followed silently behind him. At the end of the hallway, they stepped out into a vast, dome-like structure. + +The dome stretched high above them, the ceiling lost in a haze of flickering lights, and inside it sprawled a complex maze of buildings and structures of all shapes and sizes—temples, shrines, towers, and stone platforms scattered across the floor like remnants of a forgotten civilization.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +However, Max’s attention wasn’t drawn to the architectural oddities of the citadel’s third stage. Instead, his gaze immediately darted toward the multiple entrances around the edges of the dome—entrances similar to the one he and Klaus had emerged from. + +His eyes narrowed when he spotted a group that didn’t belong. Aside from the remnants of Silus’ original group—the two commanders and the four peak Expert Rank geniuses—there was another faction standing off to the side. They were clearly not King Magnar’s subordinates, nor were they from Elarion. + +Max hadn’t seen them in the second stage at all. That left only one possibility—they had either entered the citadel’s second stage far earlier than the rest or had entered last. And they were from the Xuan Family—just like Silus. + +Max’s expression darkened as he sensed the unmistakable aura of the Black Tortoise Bloodline radiating from each of them. The energy signature was too familiar, and it made his instincts flare. + +This group consisted of five individuals—three of them were clearly Master Rank experts at level 2, but the other two stood out immediately. + +A young man with sharp features and long dark green hair tied behind his back, and a cold-eyed young woman with cascading dark blue hair, her presence like still water hiding monstrous depth. Both of them were clearly young, similar in age to Silus but their strength level spoke of frightening talent. + +The young woman had reached the 4th level of the Master Rank, while the green-haired young man had already stepped into the 5th level, his aura thick and suffocating like a coiled beast. + +Max didn’t need to be told. These two were on a completely different level than Silus. Even the other three were subjectivity stronger than Silus in terms of strength level. + +In fact, everyone else was also shocked seeing the group of five people. They clearly hadn’t expected them at all. Only those who were in the same part of the second stage as the new group members were in, saw this coming. + +But even then the revelation was shocking enough. It was no secret that one of the five keys belonged to the Witch of the North and yet the group that came wasn’t a faction of the north but a group from the Four God Nation. + +"Look, I told you we’d meet the others here," Elias said with a low chuckle, his green hair swaying gently as he walked casually beside Aria, his presence relaxed but sharp, like a serpent ready to strike. + +Aria, on the other hand, didn’t smile—her gaze was cold and piercing, her expression untouched by the vast, dome-like structure they had just entered. At their arrival, the air around them shifted as two figures immediately dropped to one knee in deep reverence. + +"Young Master Elias, Young Mistress Aria!" the two commanders—both at the fifth level of the Master Rank—called out with bowed heads, their voices filled with respect and fear. + +Aria’s gaze swept past them with disinterest before her voice rang out, icy and commanding. "Where is Silus? Commander Leone, Commander Shen?" + +At that moment, Commander Leone’s heart began to thump wildly in his chest. He instinctively turned his head to search the dome, eyes darting from group to group, but no matter where he looked, he could not find Silus. + +Up until now, he had been unconcerned—after all, with Young Master Elias and Aria present his entire attention had been on them, and Silus known to be inside the citadel as well, he had assumed they would all naturally reunite here. In fact, he hadn’t even considered the possibility of Silus not making it. + +Silus, the arrogant yet powerful young master of the Xuan Family, a level one Master Rank genius, was supposed to be untouchable—especially in a place like this where there were only experts from the Lower Domain were present. In his mind, death had never even been a possibility. + +But now, as that crushing silence answered Aria’s question, the panic began to bloom. + +Commander Shen, who had also assumed Silus would be here, suddenly began to sweat. His mind raced back through everything that had happened in the second stage. No signs of Silus. No messages. Nothing. + +And yet they had all moved through to the third stage—which, according to the citadel’s rules, should only happen once every single person in the second stage had reached their designated door. Meaning if Silus hadn’t walked through his own entrance… he hadn’t made it. + +A chill ran down Commander Shen’s spine. Because if Silus hadn’t entered the third stage… then Silus was already dead. + +Max’s thoughts spun like a raging storm. The weight of what he had done pressed against his mind, though his face remained calm. He had killed Silus. That fact alone could shake the balance of everything in this third stage. + +Only Klaus knew the truth, and for now, that secret was safe. + +But Max couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude that he had eliminated Nortan as well. If Nortan had lived, his loose tongue would have caused irreparable trouble—possibly even sparking a direct confrontation right here, right now. + +Max wasn’t afraid of Elias, Aria, or even the two powerful commanders standing near them. But fear and foolishness were not the same thing. He knew his limits. + +Even though he was confident in his abilities and monstrous strength, going up against four fifth-level Master Rank experts simultaneously was a battle he couldn’t win. Not now. Not yet. He might be able to take down one… maybe two, if luck and strategy were on his side. But four? That would be suicide. And Max wasn’t here to die. + +Then Elias spoke, and the shift in his voice sent chills through the air. Gone was the playful arrogance; in its place was an icy resolve that demanded blood. + +"He is dead," Elias said coldly, each word like a blade. "If he didn’t make it to the third stage, then that means he’s dead. You all know how the rules of the second stage work. Everyone must appear at the gates or no one moves forward. He’s not here. So he’s dead." + +His gaze turned slowly, burning into the crowd, and then locked onto the people from the Lower Domain. "That means someone among you killed him," he said, his voice sharp with fury. "And it couldn’t have been one person. No single person from the Lower Domain has the power to kill Silus alone. That’s impossible." + +Max’s jaw tightened. His hands remained relaxed, but a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. Inside, he scoffed. ’Impossible, huh?’ Let them believe that. Let them assume it took a group. That was fine. That kept the attention diffused, the eyes spread out. The longer they didn’t suspect him directly, the more time he had to plan and prepare. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-603.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-603.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ea0e8c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-603.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 603: Cruel Competition" +slug: "ch-603" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 603 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1260 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Aria’s sharp eyes scanned the crowd like blades seeking flesh. Her expression was cold, calculating, but behind that mask was a seething fury barely kept in check. Yet no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t pinpoint a single suspicious face. + +One among them was just a young man barely at the 8th level of Seeker Rank—far too weak. The rest were all peak Expert Rank cultivators, clearly overwhelmed by the oppressive pressure of the Master Rank presence around them. + +There was only one among them who stood out slightly, a man whose strength teetered on the edge of stepping into the Master Rank, but even he didn’t seem powerful enough to face someone like Silus head-on. + +Though if he were part of a coordinated ambush… perhaps the story changed. + +But no one said a word. + +The entire group from the Lower Domain stood frozen, shoulders stiff, eyes lowered. They understood all too well the reality of their situation. They were nothing here—ants in the presence of dragons. Even breathing too loud might be seen as provocation. So silence ruled. + +"We know someone—or more likely a group of you—killed Silus," Elias said, his voice laced with venom, each word a threat cloaked in calm. "If you come out now, I might consider sparing your lives. Silus and I didn’t get along. That’s the only reason I wasn’t with him. So I’ll give you one chance—step forward and confess, and I might let you live." + +But no one moved. + +Not a soul among the Lower Domain dared to twitch. They exchanged wary glances, each one as clueless as the next. No one had any idea who had done it—and even if they did, none of them had the courage to stand up in front of Elias and Aria. Their lives weren’t worth that much. + +Elias’ gaze darkened as the silence grew heavier. "If I find out later who it was…" he said, his voice now ice, "then only death awaits you all." + +He paused, his gaze sweeping across the trembling crowd. "Now get out of my sight. Explore the third stage if you want, but know this—do not interfere in any of our business. Because if you do, I won’t hesitate to kill every last one of you." + +The threat hung in the air like the swing of a guillotine, and the crowd scattered in silence. Max remained still, blending in, his face calm but his heart alert. The game had changed—and the stakes were only rising. + +Hearing Elias’ icy words, the leaders and cultivators from the Lower Domain quickly scattered like frightened birds, eager to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the terrifyingly powerful members of the Four God Nation. + +No one wanted to stay close—not even for a moment. Within seconds, they spread out across the vast dome, some darting between buildings, others sticking close to walls or heading toward distant corners, all trying to disappear from view and avoid trouble. + +Max also vanished from the scene, but unlike the others who moved without purpose or direction, he had a goal. While most were still recovering from the pressure and chaos of the earlier confrontation, Max’s mind was already set. Thanks to the memories he had extracted from Silus, he had detailed knowledge of this stage. + +The third stage of the citadel, unlike the previous ones, wasn’t about tests or combat. It was a race. A 24-hour-long free exploration trial inside a massive dome, where treasures, inheritances, artifacts, and various mysterious items were scattered across countless different zones. Finding anything here wasn’t about strength—it was about luck and timing. + +At the very top of the dome’s ceiling, visible from every corner of the area, a glowing timer had already started counting down from 24 hours. Next to it hovered a bright green arrow that constantly shifted position, pointing toward the central exit—guiding everyone toward the end goal. + +This was the citadel’s way of pushing everyone to keep moving forward, collecting what they could before time ran out. + +But while the rest wandered blindly, Max had an advantage. From Silus’ memories, he already knew the location of a few high-potential treasure spots. Not guaranteed finds, but places where the chances were significantly higher. + +He didn’t hesitate. He moved through the dome with purpose, his steps swift and silent, weaving between the ancient structures and strange relics dotting the area, not wasting even a second. The others were gambling on luck. Max, however, was working with certainty—or at least, calculated hope. + +*** + +"Hehe, that fool Silus got himself killed by a bunch of trashes from the Lower Domain," Elias sneered, the earlier anger and coldness on his face completely gone, replaced by a mocking smirk that radiated ridicule. "What a disgrace!" he spat, laughing quietly to himself. + +It was clear that Silus’ death meant absolutely nothing to him. In fact, it was almost like a victory. But that was how things were in the Middle Domain—ruthless, competitive, and cold. Families weren’t built on love or loyalty, but on strength, power, and usefulness. + +In massive forces like the Four God Nation, where each major family had countless descendants and branches, bonds like brotherhood or cousinhood meant nothing unless backed by strength. Only through constant struggle, betrayal, and cruelty could someone climb to the top. And the Four God Nation stood as the perfect example of that brutal philosophy. + +Even though Silus and Elias were cousins by blood, there was no warmth between them. Silus had always carried a slightly superior position within the Xuan Family, thanks to his father’s high status. Elias, on the other hand, was just another face among the many in the common branch, lacking any powerful backing. + +Silus had always acted above him, strutting about and mingling with geniuses like Aria and others despite being clearly weaker than them. But no one dared put him in his place because of his father’s influence. Elias had hated that, but he could do nothing. + +That all changed a few months ago, when Elias and a few of his companions stumbled upon a ruin during a mission and discovered an ancient map. Not everyone could make sense of it, but Elias instantly recognized its importance. + +Silus had recognized it too. That was because his branch of the Xuan Family was stationed in the Lower Domain as so-called ’guardians’ and Silus had seen the citadel with his own eyes during his rare visits to the family’s core. He immediately understood what the map led to. + +Elias, on the other hand, had the advantage of something else—he had the key. A mysterious treasure in his possession resonated with the citadel depicted in the map, proving it was more than just legend. + +Neither said a word. They both kept their discovery secret, pretending nothing had happened. But the very next day, Elias noticed Silus had suddenly disappeared from the family estate without a word. Even a fool could piece together what had happened. Silus had set off for the Lower Domain, trying to claim the citadel and whatever secrets it held for himself. + +That was all Elias needed to see. Furious but focused, he immediately formed a team of his own and set out as well. Not to stop Silus. Not even to help him. But to take what should have belonged to him in the first place. + +And now that Silus was dead, Elias couldn’t help but laugh at how poetic it all was. He hadn’t even needed to lift a finger. The Lower Domain had done him the favor. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-604.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-604.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b3bd2c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-604.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 604: Suspicion of Elias and Aria" +slug: "ch-604" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 604 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1271 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Nobody among the people from the Lower Domain or even inside this citadel has the mark of the curse one receives after killing a member of our Xuan Family," Aria muttered, her brows furrowed in deep thought. "Even if they had ganged up to kill Silus, the one who delivered the final blow should have been marked. But I don’t sense it on anyone. And that… that’s strange." + +Her voice was cold and sharp, her gaze sweeping across the entire dome like a predator searching for a scent. + +Elias nodded, his expression darkening with the same realization. "I noticed that too," he said quietly. "That’s the only reason I let everyone go earlier. Even if I never liked Silus, even if he was arrogant and pathetic… killing a direct member of the Xuan Family is a crime punishable by death. A mark should’ve appeared on the killer. But if I can’t find who has it, I can’t just go around slaughtering everyone, now can I?" he scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance, though his clenched fists revealed his frustration. + +"They must’ve used some sort of treasure to wipe away the mark," Aria said thoughtfully, still looking out over the scattered groups of Lower Domain experts in the distance. "But do such treasures truly exist? Ones capable of erasing the brand of the four divine beast bloodlines?" + +The thought was unsettling. Such a thing went against all the rules and legacies handed down by the Four God Nation. If it was true, then someone—somewhere—was hiding something incredibly dangerous. + +Elias only shrugged, as if brushing the concern off. "Who cares? Let’s focus on why we came here," he said casually, pulling out a parchment from his spatial ring. It was old, yellowed with age, and covered in cryptic symbols and fading ink. "I’ve already uploaded the map to my holowatch, but we’ll use the original as backup. I don’t trust tech alone with something this important." + +With a few taps on the sleek silver device on his wrist, a glowing hologram projected into the air in front of them—an exact replica of the ancient map, but updated with their real-time location within the dome. Aria gave a small nod of approval. + +"Let’s go," Elias said with a grin, turning back toward the rest of the group. He looked at the two towering 5th level Master Rank commanders and the other seven elite warriors—four at peak Expert Rank and three already at the 2nd level of the Master Rank. "You all should spread out and explore, but don’t go too far. If anything happens, we might need your assistance," he ordered calmly, his voice carrying the weight of a superior who expected immediate obedience. + +The others nodded respectfully and without a word began scattering through the dome, each heading off in different directions to begin their search. + +With that, Elias and Aria stepped away, walking side by side, both unaware that the answer to their mystery was already slipping deeper into the citadel. + +*** + +At this moment, Max was battling a swarm of steel wolves inside a narrow, half-collapsed building buried deep within the third stage of the citadel. His sword—glowing blue with the chilling essence of his Concept of Severing Sword—moved like flashes of moonlight. They were all at the Expert Rank. + +Each strike was clean, precise, and deadly. One wolf after another was sliced apart with ease, their metallic bodies clattering to the cracked stone floor with a shower of sparks. Yet for every wolf he killed, another seemed to leap from the shadows. Then another. And another. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. He had already slain more than thirty, yet their numbers weren’t dwindling. In fact, they were increasing. The more he fought, the thicker the air grew with the scent of iron and the harsh clanging of metal claws. The floor was littered with twitching carcasses, yet a fresh growl would echo before he could catch his breath. + +His eyes darted around, senses sharpened by his Three Dimensional Body, scanning every crack and fold in space itself. He twisted to dodge a lunging wolf, slashing upward in a rising arc that split it from jaw to spine. + +As its body dropped, Max suddenly felt a ripple—something abnormal in the spatial structure near the far wall of the building, like a tear barely being held together. A spatial node. His sword halted in mid-swing as he turned sharply, ignoring the incoming wolves for just a second. + +Using his Three Dimensional Body, specializing in space elements, and sure enough, there it was—an invisible slit in space no larger than a door, pulsing faintly with a distorted energy. + +A wolf’s snarl pulled his attention back just in time to duck under a pair of snapping jaws. Max spun low, decapitating the beast with a swipe, and bolted toward the ripple. + +As he approached, another wolf leapt out of thin air right in front of him—its body completely formed in a blink, as if summoned from nothing. That confirmed it. This was where they were coming from. + +Max gritted his teeth, cutting the beast down mid-air, his sword glowing ever brighter as he funneled energy through his limbs. + +"So this is your den…" he muttered. He kicked forward, his body a blur as he unleashed a barrage of strikes, clearing a path to the node. Every movement was ruthless. Calculated. One moment, a wolf snapped toward his throat—next, its head rolled across the ground. + +Like that he moved towards the spatial node and arrived before it shortly. + +Finally standing before the node, Max raised both hands holding the sword and used both the Concept of Severing Sword and Concept of Space, its edges trembling with fury. The wolves behind him howled, but he didn’t even glance back. + +He took a deep breath, blue glow illuminating his face, and poured all his energy into his sword. "Let’s seal your gate." With a roar, he slashed at the spatial node itself. + +Void Severance Slash! + +The moment his blade connected, space screamed. A blinding flash burst outward, forcing the wolves to halt mid-charge. The tear twisted, resisted—but under Max’s relentless power and spatial mastery, it began to close. Inch by inch. Spark by spark. + +And when it finally vanished, the world went still. No more wolves came. + +Max turned around, eyes gleaming with sharp focus, and without hesitation slashed his sword in a wide arc, the blue blade slicing cleanly through the last of the steel wolves charging at him. + +The clang of shattered metal echoed off the cracked stone walls as the final beasts dropped lifeless to the ground. Their glowing red eyes dimmed into nothingness. + +Max stood still for a moment, letting his breathing calm, his body still humming from the intensity of the battle. Bits of shattered steel and glowing remnants of energy scattered around him like glimmering dust. + +He lowered his sword slowly, the blade still crackling with residual spatial energy. His gaze swept across the ruined building, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. + +’According to Silus’ memories, this place should hold a high-level treasure,’ he recalled, his senses heightening once again. Silus had mentioned this location—hidden behind an unassuming structure, buried beneath what looked like ruin—being marked on the citadel map as a place of interest. + +The fact that such an endless tide of steel wolves had been guarding it only added weight to that claim. Beasts like these didn’t guard empty air. Max took a step forward, crunching over twisted wolf remains, his eyes scanning every inch of the room for anything out of place—any mechanism, formation, or hidden seal.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +The treasure had to be close. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-605.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-605.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ea74dc4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-605.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 605: Into the forest" +slug: "ch-605" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 605 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Following the brutal clearing of the steel wolves, Max didn’t waste a single second. His figure moved calmly but cautiously through the crumbled remains of the ruined building. Dust floated in the air, and fragments of broken stone littered the cracked floors. + +With his Three Dimensional Body fully activated, his senses extended far and wide, sweeping through every crevice of the structure. He scanned through broken pillars, collapsed beams, and even beneath the rubble, as if seeing layers beyond what normal eyes could perceive. + +As he walked deeper toward the back wall of the building, something caught his attention—a faint disturbance buried beneath the floor. It wasn’t much, just a subtle flicker of energy, something easily overlooked by ordinary senses. + +And it came from below him. + +Max crouched and swept away the debris with a single wave of his hand. Beneath the rubble lay a slab of stone, and at its center was a jagged, almost invisible line. His eyes narrowed. That line wasn’t a crack. It was a seal. + +’I feel aura of sword concept from down here.’ Max thought. + +He pressed his hand over it, flooding it with his own sword concept. + +A low rumble echoed. Stone ground against stone. The slab slowly retracted into the floor, revealing a compartment no bigger than a coffin. + +Within it, laying atop a velvet cloth long faded to ash-gray, was a sword—broken at the hilt, its blade snapped halfway—but still radiating with a terrifyingly pure and ancient sword concept. + +Even cracked and rusted, the blade hummed. Its edges shimmered with residual intent, as if it had once severed mountains, cleaved through lightning, and split space itself. + +Max reached forward, his fingers brushing the cold metal, and the moment he touched it, a wave of sword intent surged into his soul. + +It wasn’t just strong—it was complete.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +Despite its broken form, the sword’s concept was fully refined, and terrifyingly powerful. It rejected all elements, all distractions, and spoke only one truth—sword. As Max gripped the broken weapon, his entire sword concept quivered in response. + +The Severing Sword Concept inside him surged wildly just holding the broken sword. + +’This…This sword might be of an expert at Divine Rank.’ Max realized, eyes wide. ’The Concept of Sword on this broken sword is so sharp that it causes even me to tremble in front of it.’ + +It didn’t matter that it was broken. The sword was like a master who had long stopped speaking—but left behind one final slash that echoed through time. And now, Max held it. + +"Great!" Max muttered under his breath, the corner of his lips curling into a smile of excitement. His grip on the broken sword tightened slightly before he tucked it away into his spatial space. + +After his intense battle with Silus, he’d come to understand something important—something fundamental about concepts. + +Every concept, regardless of type or affinity, progressed through three distinct stages at each level: basic, advanced, and perfection. Right now, all four of Max’s concepts—Severing Sword, Flame, Space, and Lightning—were at basic stage of Level 1 Concept. + +If he wanted to elevate any of them to Level 2, he first needed to push them to perfection stage of Level 1. + +The resonance he felt with the broken sword, the way its aura complemented his own concept, gave him exactly the insight and pressure he needed to make that leap. + +’With this… my sword concept will definitely reach Level 2 soon,’ Max thought with certainty as he turned his back on the ruin, the weight of the broken sword tucked away but still lingering in his mind like an unfinished poem. + +Without wasting a second, Max sprinted toward his next target—an area deeply etched in Silus’ memories. Of all the locations Silus wanted to explore within the third stage of the citadel, this one had stood out. It was marked with a sense of urgency, of obsession + +A large stone entrance hidden within a small forest, nestled by a flowing river. That was the only clue. Max zipped through the ancient dome’s terrain, his movements sharp and silent, his senses constantly active through his Three Dimensional Body. + +It didn’t take long to find the forest. + +But just as Max arrived at its edge, his body instinctively halted. He pressed himself behind a large cracked boulder, remaining perfectly still. His senses spread like a web, and what he found made his eyes narrow dangerously. + +Deep within the forest, pulsating like controlled volcanoes, were powerful auras—many of them. There were four particularly overwhelming ones—four 5th-level Master Rank experts. Alongside them were numerous peak Expert Rank warriors and a few 2nd-level Master Rank elites. These weren’t just any experts. + +Max’s jaw clenched. + +’It’s them... The entire squad from the Four God Nation is already here.’ + +The same group he had narrowly avoided confrontation with earlier. And now they stood between him and the very location Silus had prioritized most. + +Max’s eyes darkened as he crouched low, watching the trees sway softly under the glowing sky of the citadel dome, calculating his next move. Understanding the urge from Silus to get whatever treasure was in the forest, Max didn’t want to miss this chance. + +"But they can’t stop me." + +With his Green Soul fully active, Max cloaked his presence down to the very pulse of his energy—his aura sealed so tightly that not even the grass beneath his feet could sense his movement. Like a shadow that belonged to no light, he slipped into the forest with lethal precision. + +The forest was vast, ancient, and twisted in ways that defied logic. Towering trees with thick moss-covered trunks stretched toward the dome’s glowing sky, while others were small but vibrant with flickering light around their leaves—clear signs of spiritual sentience. + +Max felt the eerie tug of those spiritual trees almost instantly; roots slithered out like snakes and vines extended silently, trying to wrap around him like prey. But Max didn’t falter. His movements were fluid and decisive, his Three Dimensional Body letting him glide through the tangled underbrush, dodging every grasp with ease. + +As he moved deeper into the forest, the light dimmed unnaturally, the air thickened with something cold and oppressive. Max’s pace slowed instinctively. + +The forest here was different—he could feel it in his bones. Every breath he took seemed to stir invisible forces. His Green Soul flickered with subtle pulses of warning, a quiet scream in the back of his mind telling him that this part of the forest wasn’t just dangerous—it was deadly. + +And then, he saw it. + +Max froze, his eyes narrowing at the surreal and disturbing sight before him. Just ahead, in the middle of the twisted thicket, a peak Expert Rank warrior—one of the very people Silus had brought along—was suspended in mid-air. + +Encased in a narrow beam of crimson light, the warrior’s body hung motionless, limbs outstretched, face locked in a silent scream. But what made Max’s heart constrict wasn’t just the frozen form—it was the unmistakable pulse of life still radiating from within. He could feel the man’s soul. It was active. Awake. Trapped. + +The crimson beam had frozen not just his body, but the very flow of time around him. The warrior was still alive, still conscious—yet utterly powerless to move, to speak, to even blink. His wide, terrified eyes stared blankly into space, eternally locked in the moment he had been caught. Max’s breath slowed. A cold realization crawled up his spine. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-606.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-606.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f84c6ea --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-606.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 606: A Dreadful Forest" +slug: "ch-606" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 606 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1225 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’This forest... it’s alive in more ways than one.’ + +Whatever power guarded this section wasn’t just natural or spiritual—it was temporal. Space and time were being manipulated here like threads in a deadly web. + +Max’s expression darkened as he stepped lightly around the beam, his senses sharper than ever. If he wasn’t careful, the next figure suspended in time might be him. + +Taking a deep breath, Max pressed forward, his steps slower now, more deliberate. He knew the laws of dangerous lands better than most—where the threat was greatest, the rewards were often the most precious. And this place... this eerie, silent part of the forest, laced with crimson beams of space-freezing light, was undoubtedly one of those places. + +The tension in the air was suffocating, but Max didn’t falter. Step by careful step, he moved through the thickets, dodging spiritual vines, weaving around roots that pulsed faintly with life. + +Not long after, he spotted another peak Expert Rank warrior—like the last—frozen in time, his body stiff within that same red light, eyes open in silent horror. Max didn’t slow down. He had no intention of ending up like them. + +However, just as he planted his next step, he felt it—the ground gave way beneath his foot ever so slightly, light as if he’d stepped on a dried leaf. + +Instantly, alarms flared in his mind. Both his Three Dimensional Body and his Green Soul screamed in unison, shrieking danger in a voice clearer than thunder. Trusting his instincts, Max didn’t hesitate. "Concept of Space!" he muttered sharply. In a flash, his body warped and vanished, teleporting ten meters away in a ripple of distortion. + +The moment he reappeared, Max’s eyes snapped toward the spot he had just left. + +There, a red light crackled into existence, forming rapidly in a vertical beam that shimmered with deadly precision. It pulsed once... then dispersed, unable to lock onto its target. The trigger had failed. Max had escaped. + +His body trembled slightly, sweat forming across his brow as his heart pounded like a war drum in his chest. He exhaled slowly, his gaze still fixed on the now-empty space of crimson death. + +"That was too close," he muttered under his breath. One heartbeat slower, and he would’ve been frozen—trapped in a prison of unmoving time, fully aware but completely helpless. A fate even he knew was worse than death. + +And yet, even after that narrow escape, Max’s eyes lit with fire. + +Because it confirmed one thing. + +He was getting closer. + +As Max pushed deeper into the forest, his pace slowed to a crawl, his every step laced with vigilance. With his Concept of Space constantly activated and his Three Dimensional Body alert, he became a phantom—moving through shadows, slipping past danger with inhuman precision. He never let his guard down. Not for a moment. + +The deeper he ventured, the more treacherous the terrain became. And yet, he pressed on, a silent hunter among the trees. He passed two more peak Expert Rank warriors, both frozen in crimson beams, their bodies still upright, locked mid-motion like grotesque statues. A grim reminder of what awaited him if he faltered. His expression darkened, but he didn’t stop. + +Suddenly, a beam of red light shot from his blind spot. But Max wasn’t like others. His Three Dimensional Body allowed him to perceive everything around him in perfect clarity—360 degrees of constant awareness. + +Without even looking, he twisted his body and teleported half a meter sideways. The beam sizzled past him, missing by inches. His brows furrowed. ’That light again... was it really freezing both space and time?’ He didn’t dwell on the thought. There was no time. He kept moving. + +As he moved deeper, the attacks intensified. Red beams came from all directions, piercing through trees, shooting from the sky, even bursting from the ground. But Max moved like liquid wind, dancing through the onslaught. + +His body was in perpetual motion, guided by flawless instinct and absolute spatial control. The beams never touched him. He saw through their patterns, anticipated their trajectories, and vanished from their reach before they could graze his skin. + +Eventually, the forest began to clear. The noise of chaos faded slightly, replaced by the soft sound of flowing water. + +"A river..." Max whispered. He paused at its banks, recognizing it instantly. "I’m close." + +With a burst of speed, he followed the river’s edge, weaving between rocks and old trees until he came upon it—a massive entrance, weathered by time, hidden behind a curtain of ancient vines. The same entrance Silus had seen in his memories. ’This is the place,’ Max confirmed inwardly. + +Without hesitation, he stepped through the threshold. + +And just like that, the world shifted. + +The forest vanished. The air changed. Max found himself standing inside a grand, dimly lit hall made of ancient stone and swirling runes. But he wasn’t alone. + +Across the chamber stood four figures. Two of them he recognized instantly—Elias and Aria, the powerful heirs of the Xuan Family. The other two were the commanders, Silus had brought with him to the citadel. All four of them stared at Max in stunned silence, their expressions caught between disbelief and wariness. + +Because they had watched everyone else perish. + +Three Master Rank warriors—gone in a blink. The other four frozen in space. Their group reduced to just four survivors, all of them at the peak of power in this place. + +And yet now... a boy. A mere level 8 Seeker Rank had arrived. + +Alive. Unscathed. + +It was impossible. + +And yet there he stood—calm, composed, and dangerous. + +Elias narrowed his eyes, disbelief etched deep into his expression as he stared at Max. "How did you come here?" he demanded, his voice sharp with incredulity. + +It made no sense to him. A level 8 Seeker Rank boy appearing here, unscathed, alone—after everything they’d gone through just to reach this chamber. It defied logic. + +Max, unbothered by the tension, responded with a calm shrug, "I was just wandering around and stumbled upon this place." + +His tone was light, almost casual, as though he’d simply taken a stroll through the park and happened upon a hidden realm. But beneath that nonchalance lay an iron-clad will and the secret knowledge gained from Silus’ stolen memories—truths he had no intention of sharing. + +"Are you kidding me?" Elias snapped. His anger erupted in a wave of pressure, his aura—5th level Master Rank—unleashing like a tidal wave crashing against the stone walls of the hall. His patience shattered. The lives of their guards, the near-death trials they endured, the crimson beams of space-time death—they had paid with blood and fear to get here. And this boy claimed to have just... wandered in? + +Max, still steady and unshaken, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to fight here?" His tone remained even, but there was a hidden warning buried in his words. "If you disturb the palace spirit of this secret world, he might just expel you from this place." + +The pressure dropped almost instantly. + +Elias clenched his jaw and exhaled slowly, reigning himself in. Max had a point. The chamber was barren—no treasures, no altars, no inheritances in sight. It was eerily pristine. Too pristine. The only explanation was that a spirit governed this space, and angering it could ruin everything. + +Elias didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity after coming so far. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-607.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-607.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52f7bb4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-607.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 607: Miraculous Rewards" +slug: "ch-607" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 607 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1371 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +That’s when Aria stepped forward, her eyes cold and calculating. "Who are you?" she asked. Her voice wasn’t hostile, but it was sharp—like a blade hidden behind velvet. "I noticed you before. You’re an anomaly here. Everyone else is either peak Expert Rank or Master Rank. But you... you’re just an 8th level Seeker Rank. And yet, here you are." + +Max sighed, acting as if weary from the questioning. "I found a key a while back," he said, weaving his lie with practiced ease. "Just a few days ago, the key turned into a portal. Curious, I followed it. I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into." + +Aria studied him for a long moment, silent. Her eyes narrowed, sensing something off, but the story was plausible enough. A Seeker Rank wouldn’t dare enter a place this dangerous by choice—yet this one had not only entered, but survived till now and even came to this secret world. She couldn’t decide if he was hiding something... or just incredibly lucky. + +In truth, she felt both curiosity and suspicion stirring in her gut. Because no matter how convincing Max’s words were, there was one thing she couldn’t ignore: the feeling that the boy standing before them had seen far more than he let on. + +"Now that everyone is here, let’s start the trials," a calm yet eerie voice echoed through the spacious hall, grabbing everyone’s attention. Max, Elias, Aria, and the two commanders turned sharply toward the sound. What they saw left them momentarily stunned. + +A young man—no, a boy, even younger than Max—stood before them, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable. He wore a sleek black coat adorned with intricate gold linings, and atop his head sat a peculiar black hat fitted with visible mechanical components—whirring, shifting, softly humming with a quiet mechanical life of their own. + +Floating around him were several glowing blue orbs, each the size of a fist, and unsettlingly, each had a pair of blinking eyes and a grinning mouth. They hovered like spirits, silently watching the group with curious, twitching smiles. + +"I’ll be handling your trials," the boy said, his voice light but somehow authoritative. Then, with a casual snap of his fingers, five floating black cubes materialized before the five of them—Max, Elias, Aria, and the two commanders. Each cube pulsed faintly as if responding to the energy around them. + +"The first trial is a test of your energy-based attack," the boy continued, tone matter-of-fact. "Attack the cube with all your strength through your energy. The points you earn will determine your reward from this trial. Simple enough." + +Elias narrowed his eyes. It was too simple, and that made him uneasy. Simplicity often masked hidden dangers in places like this. "Commander Shen, you go first," he ordered, gesturing with a nod. + +Commander Shen stepped forward confidently, his eyes locked on the cube. He inhaled deeply and clenched his fists. A crimson glow began to rise from his skin as his berserker aura surged to life, swirling violently around his muscular frame. + +His class was berserker, a rare combat-focused class that relied on overwhelming force and relentless close-quarter strikes. As the aura thickened, the concept of his fists sharpened like blades of intent—pure, violent will focused through flesh and muscle. + +With a guttural roar, Commander Shen unleashed a devastating punch, his entire body twisting with momentum as he slammed his fist into the cube. + +Bang! + +The impact shook the air, but the black cube didn’t budge. There was no explosion, no recoil—no sound even from the strike. It was as if the cube swallowed the entire force of his attack in absolute silence. Then, a golden number flickered to life on its surface: + +3489 + +Everyone’s eyes snapped to it. The number hovered briefly before a small square opening appeared at the front of the cube. From within, a small ball of red light slowly floated out, radiating a warm, dense aura of berserk-type energy. It hovered in front of Commander Shen like a silent reward. + +Shen stepped back, clearly satisfied, but not overly impressed. The result was good—but he knew others here were far more dangerous. Still, the first strike had been made. The trial had begun. + +"Participant, that is your reward. You may collect it," the black-hatted boy said coolly, his voice echoing softly through the vast, quiet hall. His expression remained passive as though such miracles were nothing but routine. + +Commander Shen stepped forward without hesitation. The small red ball of light hovered before him, radiating a heatless, pulsing energy that seemed to resonate with his very soul. As soon as he grasped it, information flooded his mind through a system interface only he could see. + +His eyes widened. "It’s a pure energy ball," he murmured, half in disbelief, half in awe. "I can absorb it directly to increase my strength!" + +His voice shook slightly, betraying his excitement. And for good reason. Both he and Commander Leone had long reached the ceiling of their potential. Their rise to 5th level Master Rank had already pushed their natural limits. No amount of training, resources, or monster cores could help them anymore. + +Only a heaven-defying opportunity—a true stroke of fortune—could help them break past the wall that bound them. That was the entire reason they’d followed Young Master Silus into the unknown depths of the citadel, betting their lives on the sliver of hope that such a treasure might exist. + +And now, here it was. In his hands. + +Without wasting a second, Commander Shen sat down cross-legged and began channeling his energy, guiding the red orb into his body. The ball melted into streams of crimson light, seeping into his skin like flowing lava. His veins glowed. His bones crackled faintly. His aura surged with unstable intensity before it suddenly condensed into a new, stronger rhythm. + +A shockwave of energy pulsed from his body. + +Everyone in the hall—including Elias, Aria, the other commander, and even Max—watched with stunned expressions as Commander Shen’s cultivation base broke through. Just like that, his aura rose a full level. + +From 5th level Master Rank... to 6th level Master Rank. + +Silence fell. No one spoke for a long breath. + +Even Elias’s cocky smile had vanished, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. Max narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. If a single trial could produce such a treasure... then what would lie ahead in the coming ones? + +The atmosphere had shifted. The first reward had set the bar—and it was sky-high.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +"Haha, good," Commander Shen laughed heartily, his voice filled with genuine joy as he stood back up, his body brimming with newfound strength. A wave of energy still clung to his figure, crackling faintly around his limbs. + +He had been stuck at the 5th level of Master Rank for over a decade, knocking against the same ceiling again and again until the frustration had nearly hollowed him out. He had long believed his path had ended—that no matter how much he trained or hunted or pushed, his strength would never advance. + +And yet, in just a few moments, all of that had changed. The unexpected leap in cultivation had broken that hopeless barrier, and the thrill of overcoming his limits lit a fire in his eyes he hadn’t felt in years. + +"Brother Shen, looks like we made the right choice by coming here," Commander Leone said, his face alight with excitement as he approached his own black cube, a long silver spear gripped tightly in his calloused hand. + +His footsteps were light, but his expression was filled with anticipation, his mind already dancing with the possibilities. "I always thought there would come a day where I’d get the opportunity to increase my strength," he said, the corners of his mouth lifting into a rare smile. "And that opportunity has finally come." + +There was no arrogance in his voice—only raw hunger. Hunger to surpass his limits, to rise above the wall that had confined him for years. Like Shen, Leone had reached the peak of his growth a long time ago, and though he had accepted it outwardly, a part of him had never stopped yearning for more. + +Now, standing before the cube, that silent wish was closer than ever to becoming reality. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-608.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-608.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe0d7b5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-608.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 608: Leveling Up Twice!" +slug: "ch-608" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 608 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1225 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Commander Leone stood tall, his expression unusually solemn as he leveled his spear toward the black cube. Every inch of his body radiated a sharp, unyielding aura—the embodiment of years of relentless spear training. + +Spear Concept surged from him like invisible waves, and at that moment, he channeled all of it to the very tip of his weapon, forming a terrifyingly precise point of destruction. + +A low hum echoed through the hall as his energy condensed, sharp enough to slice the air around him. + +Taking a deliberate stance, his feet steady and his grip unshakable, he thrust his spear forward with a roar, unleashing all his power into a single, concentrated strike.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Bang! + +The moment his spear struck the cube, it vanished into it like water into sand. There was no recoil, no spark, just eerie silence—and then, the cube lit up faintly as glowing numbers appeared: 3698. + +"Brother Shen, I got more than you!" Leone barked out a laugh, his face breaking into a wide grin as he turned toward Shen. His pride swelled, not in competition, but in the rare feeling of triumph after years of unshifting hardship. + +The cube made a soft grinding sound before a small red orb emerged from a slit at the center. Though similar to the one Commander Shen had received, this one pulsed with noticeably denser energy, vibrating with a subtle heat. Even those nearby could sense its potent strength. + +Commander Shen’s lips twitched as he fought the pang of jealousy rising in his chest. "Tch, lucky bastard," he muttered with a smirk. + +"Haha, good, good!" Commander Leone chuckled heartily as he caught the orb and sat down cross-legged without wasting a moment. His hands glowed faintly as he absorbed the red orb of energy into his body. + +Within moments, the orb dissolved, and his aura surged violently before stabilizing—he had broken through. From 5th level Master Rank to 6th level Master Rank. + +His shoulders trembled, and his eyes welled up. "Good..." he whispered again, this time softly, as tears trickled down his weathered face. He hadn’t cried in years—not when he faced death, not when he accepted his limits—but this... this moment of resurgence, this second chance... was overwhelming. + +"Now, it’s my turn." Elias grinned, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he stepped forward, drawing a sleek sword from his back. The air around him grew sharp, tense, as he released his Sword Concept—perfection stage of level 1. + +A dense wave of sword intent surged outward, making the air itself vibrate with invisible blades. At the same time, a radiant green glow enveloped his body, forming a thick, shimmering layer of energy that clung to him like armor. + +Max watched carefully from the side, narrowing his eyes at the sight. ’That green energy... is that the Reverse Technique? The same inheritance technique Silus used?’ he wondered, recognizing the signature flow of energy that reversed physical and spiritual impact. Silus had used it before in battle—and now Elias was showcasing a more refined version of it. + +As the tension in the room reached its peak, Elias adjusted his grip and took a firm stance. He merged the full power of his Sword Concept with the Reverse Technique, channeling everything into one attack. His breathing slowed, then deepened, before he slashed forward with explosive force. + +"One Sword Slash the Sky!" + +A blinding arc of green-tinged sword light erupted from his blade and crashed into the black cube. The energy was so immense that the very floor cracked beneath his feet. And yet, the cube devoured it all in silence, swallowing the overwhelming force like a black hole, leaving behind nothing but a deathly stillness. + +’That attack... it’s too strong!’ Max thought, his expression darkening as the pressure from Elias’s earlier strike still lingered faintly in the air. The sheer force behind it had been overwhelming—brutal and refined, filled with concept mastery and raw energy. + +He could feel it in his bones, in his instincts. It wasn’t an attack he could take head-on. Not now. Not even close. + +’The difference in our base strength... it’s a massive gap. An unbridgeable one at the moment.’ Max thought calmly. He wasn’t unfamiliar with fighting above his level. Back in the Lower Domain, he had overwhelmed people a full realm above him. One rank, one and a half rank, even more—if they weren’t talented, if they weren’t monsters, he could kill them. + +But that was the Lower Domain. Everything was different here. In the Middle Domain, especially among the Four God Nation’s elite, geniuses weren’t just talented—they were cultivated, shaped, enhanced from birth. Their concepts were deeper, their foundations more stable, their techniques lethal and efficient. + +A half-step in rank here was equal to a chasm elsewhere. And it hit Max hard—he had fought hard to get here, but now he was truly standing on the edge of a higher world. A world where strength wasn’t just about cleverness and survival—it was about overwhelming might. + +’I guess this is also what Blob meant... The gap in each level from Expert Rank increases as the rank increases.’ Max thought calmly. + +Then... glowing numbers appeared. + +4687 + +"Hmph, only that?" Elias frowned for a moment, clearly displeased by the score. But a second later, the irritation vanished from his face, replaced with excitement. Despite the dissatisfaction, the score was still significantly higher than the commanders’—almost twelve hundred points more. + +That difference alone suggested the reward he would receive might allow him to break through not just once, but twice. The thought made his heart beat faster. + +With a soft humming sound, the cube opened, releasing a brilliant red orb of light that floated steadily before him. This one was different—it radiated intense power, visibly stronger than the orbs the commanders had received. + +Elias could feel it: the energy pulsing from within the orb was wild and condensed, nearly overflowing. + +"Good," he murmured with a smirk, reaching out to claim his prize. This was what he came here for. + +Without wasting even a second, Elias crossed his legs and sat down in place, clutching the vibrant red energy orb with both hands. His expression turned serious as he began to absorb it, drawing the condensed power into his body with controlled breaths and deep focus. + +Compared to the two commanders who had absorbed their orbs within moments, Elias’s process was slower—likely due to the sheer density and intensity of the energy contained in his orb. + +It took a few solid minutes, his body trembling slightly as it adjusted to the influx of overwhelming energy. Then suddenly, it happened. + +A violent wave of aura exploded from him like a burst dam, rippling outward and making the air around him quake. Power surged through his meridians, his spiritual sea, his muscles—every fiber of his being began to evolve and ascend. + +First, his strength leveled up through from the 5th level of Master Rank to the 6th. His energy hadn’t even settled when it began rising again, skyrocketing straight to the 7th level of Master Rank. + +The shock of such rapid progress brought even Aria and the two commanders to turn their heads with widened eyes. It was rare—nearly unheard of—for someone to level up twice in a row, especially within the Master Rank, where every breakthrough required not just energy but understanding, refinement, and a deep sense of control. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-609.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-609.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..146595f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-609.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 609: Concept of Frozen Sword" +slug: "ch-609" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 609 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1204 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"This trip is worth it!" Elias couldn’t contain his excitement. A wild grin lit up his face as he stood up, the newfound power coursing through him. He clenched his fists and felt the change—he was stronger, faster, sharper. More importantly, he had just broken through a bottleneck that would’ve taken him years otherwise. + +He knew what this meant for someone like him. Elias was a one-star genius, and even worse, he wasn’t a peak one-star genius. He was at the bottom—barely considered worth investing resources in. + +The peak one-star geniuses... they were already standing proudly at the Legend Rank—a realm of power that most could only dream of reaching in a lifetime. + +Almost all the top geniuses from the Middle Domain had already stepped into that level, proving themselves as the true prodigies of their generation. In comparison, remaining in the Master Rank as a one-star genius was nothing short of humiliation. + +One had to understand the structure of cultivation clearly—Master Rank came first, followed by the Champion Rank, and only then came the Legend Rank. Each rank was like a vast ocean, requiring not just strength but comprehension, talent, opportunity, and determination to cross. + +To still be in the Master Rank, despite being labeled a one star genius, meant one had long fallen behind the curve. + +In the Middle Domain, and especially in families like the Xuan Family of the Four God Nation, such people were considered wastes of potential, the bottom of the barrel among so-called geniuses. + +They were the forgotten, the dismissed, the ones barely worth a second glance from elders and ancestors. Resources were never wasted on them. Opportunities were kept away. Even if they were lucky enough to hold some status, they were never truly nurtured—not unless they proved they were worth it. + +Elias knew all of this. He had felt it in every family meeting, in every evaluation, in every condescending gaze cast his way. But now... after leaping from the 5th to the 7th level of Master Rank in one go, he had broken through that barrier—he had proven something + +He might not be a peak genius yet, but he was no longer the bottom. He was climbing. And soon... they would all have to acknowledge him. + +"It seems interesting," Aria said with a calm smile as she gracefully stepped in front of the black cube, her eyes sharp with focus. Her movements were composed, but something about the air around her instantly shifted. + +Elias, who had been basking in his triumph, suddenly grew serious. His casual smirk faded as he watched Aria prepare herself. Max too watched in silence, his expression tightening. + +Aria slowly unsheathed her sword, and the moment the blade emerged, a wave of icy intent swept through the hall. The temperature dropped, visible frost beginning to form on the blade’s surface. The air itself seemed to crystallize around her. It was not just a sword intent—this was something deeper. Colder. Stronger. + +’A perfection stage level 1 Concept of Freezing Sword?’ Max’s thoughts sharpened. He had barely felt any distinct element from Elias’s sword concept earlier, meaning it lacked that elemental purity, but Aria’s? It was unmistakable. + +Her blade exuded both the piercing sharpness of sword intent and the chilling force of absolute cold, blending them with frightening clarity. She wasn’t just using sword intent—she was commanding it like an extension of her very soul. + +Her stance was elegant, almost serene, as she channeled her inheritance and concept into the sword. Then she moved. + +"Frozen Sword Dance!" she declared. + +The attack wasn’t flashy, yet it cut through the air like divine frost. A brilliant white arc shimmered from her sword and struck the black cube, disappearing within it just like the others. For a moment, there was only silence—then, golden numbers lit up across the cube’s surface. + +5967 + +The entire hall went dead quiet. + +Everyone was stunned. Commander Shen and Commander Leone exchanged disbelieving glances. Elias, whose pride had been soaring after his own score, clenched his fists unknowingly. It was an overwhelming difference. + +Even Max’s eyes narrowed. + +There was an obvious difference between the two commanders’ scores and Elias’ score—and why wouldn’t there be? Elias was a recognized one-star genius of the Xuan Family, trained under elite conditions and backed by bloodline inheritance and privileged resources. It was only natural that he would surpass ordinary commanders like Shen and Leone. + +But Aria? She hadn’t just surpassed the two commanders—she had crushed Elias’ score entirely, leaving it far behind in the dust like it was nothing. Her score wasn’t just higher—it was a statement. A declaration that among the so-called prodigies of the Four God Nation, there existed a gulf even within the ranks of geniuses. + +Elias, for all his pride and background, suddenly looked ordinary in comparison. ’I knew she was stronger than me...that’s why I brought her here but I never imagined the gap between is this big.’ Elias’ expression turned solemn. + +The weight of her superiority settled heavily in the atmosphere, pressing silently on everyone present. + +Even Max couldn’t help but reevaluate her—because if Elias was already dangerous, then Aria... she was a storm waiting to be unleashed. + +’There are all kinds of geniuses in the Middle Domain, one stronger than another...’ Max finally understood the meaning behind the words the Old Saintess had once told him. + +Back then, he had thought it was just a master’s cryptic warning, something to keep him humble. But now, standing here and witnessing the kind of power that unfolded before him, he realized how true those words were. + +As the score flashed on the black cube, a deep red orb—far denser and heavier in energy than any before—floated slowly in front of Aria. Even Elias, with all his pride and composure, couldn’t completely hide the trace of envy in his eyes. That orb wasn’t just a reward—it was a declaration of superiority. + +Aria sat cross-legged without a word, and her expression turned focused and calm. Time ticked away, and nearly an hour passed before the red orb finally melted into her body completely. The moment it did, an explosive wave of aura surged from her body. + +Her strength, which had been at the 5th level of the Master Rank, immediately broke through. First to the 6th. Then, without even a pause, it surged again to the 7th. And as if that still wasn’t enough, her aura climbed one final time and stabilized at the 8th level of the Master Rank. + +The silence in the hall was deafening. Even Elias, who had just been praised for his rapid advancement, looked stunned. Aria had gone up three full levels in one go—something unheard of for someone already at the Master Rank. + +"Now it’s my turn." Max’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, a quiet flame of curiosity burning in his chest.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +’I wonder what score I will get...’ he thought, glancing briefly at the black cube standing before him. + +Despite his calm expression, there was a flicker of excitement deep within. He was the last to take the test, and though he was clearly the weakest in terms of strength—still at the 8th level Seeker Rank—something told him this was more than just brute strength. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-61.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-61.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c35fe8b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-61.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 61: Failed" +slug: "ch-61" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 61 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Time ticked by as Max sat surrounded by flames. + +One hour was a very short span, especially for the task George had given him, and everyone knew this. Therefore, they felt pity for Max. + +’Max won’t be able to do it,’ Lyra thought, frowning as she observed the situation. Having understood that Aura and Concepts were tied to the very laws of this world, she knew that only geniuses above geniuses could truly grasp something like that. Even they would need several years, let alone the hour of time Max had. + +The rest of the young hunters also sympathized with Max. They understood the difficulty of the task and recognized that George was intentionally making things harder for him by giving him tasks that should be impossible for an ordinary human. + +Ryan stood, his face contorted in anxiety, watching the flames surrounding Max. His toes tapped the floor, making soft tapping sounds as he waited for something he didn’t want to see. + +’Master is obviously being biased here,’ he thought, resisting the urge to call everything off. But as powerless as he was in the moment, there was nothing he could do except watch. + +’I guess this is the fate of someone who isn’t lucky,’ he sighed, not even entertaining the idea that Max had any chance of comprehending anything from the flames surrounding him. + +Everyone waited anxiously as time slowly passed. + +George wore a smile as he watched Max meditate. ’You are wasting your time here… just give up, kid,’ he thought, his grin mischievous. + +As the minutes ticked down, only a few remained until the one-hour time limit. + +Just then, Max opened his eyes, drawing everyone’s attention. + +"How is it?" George sneered. + +Max shook his head with a sigh. "I can’t do it." It was true. He couldn’t do it. It was simply too difficult. + +Although it felt like he was getting close, the more he tried to grasp it, the more it seemed to slip away. It was as if he were chasing a fleeting shadow—something tantalizingly close yet maddeningly out of reach. Find more chapters on empire + +The essence of fire—the elusive ’something’—felt almost tangible, hovering just beyond his grasp. + +He could sense it, feel its presence, and even glimpse fragments of its truth. But whenever he reached out, it eluded him, slipping through his fingers like smoke. + +It was as if the knowledge itself was alive, teasing him with its closeness, whispering that he was on the verge of understanding if only he could bridge the gap. + +Yet no matter how hard he focused, that bridge remained just out of reach. + +He had experienced this same elusive feeling once before, when he was comprehending Sword Aura. At that time, however, he had been in the midst of a fierce battle, where every ounce of his attention was locked onto his opponent. + +Despite the chaos, he hadn’t neglected his focus on sword mastery. He had divided his attention between the battle and the essence of the sword itself. + +What had made the difference then was his lack of hesitation. There had been no fear of loss, no anxious "what ifs" clouding his mind. He simply fought—relentlessly, instinctively—and allowed the rhythm of combat to guide him. + +In surrendering to the flow of the battle, the feeling of the aura had emerged naturally, seamlessly weaving itself into his strikes until he had finally grasped the essence of Sword Aura. + +But this time, it was different. Max couldn’t quiet his mind, no matter how hard he tried. The weight of what was at stake loomed over him, clouding his thoughts with endless "what ifs." What if I fail? What if this goes wrong? These doubts gnawed at him, making it nearly impossible to focus. + +The thought of losing his first lead to find his sister haunted him the most, gnawing at his resolve. He knew that if he failed here, everything would be over. + +Unlike the battle, where his instincts had taken over, now he was fighting against his own uncertainty, struggling to concentrate with the little time he had. + +And yet, there was another reason why Max willingly chose not to use all his time or fully commit his mind to comprehending the Fire Aura. + +"Humph, then it’s over for you. Go home." George sneered as the flames surrounding Max disappeared with a sweep of his hand. + +Max smirked and began laughing. "You’re a fool, you know that?" He suddenly mocked him openly, shocking everyone present. + +Ryan and the bald-headed man stared at Max, stunned. They sweated nervously for him—he had the gall to call the Master a fool. + +"What do you mean, kid?" George asked, his aura pushing down on Max. + +But strangely, Max didn’t feel any pressure from George. In fact, he might not have even known that George was trying to exert pressure on him. + +Max chuckled. "I get that I failed to comprehend anything from these flames, but I understood a lot. I gained something from that, and I can focus on it in the future to truly comprehend something. But you, on the other hand, made a very foolish decision by sending me back." He shook his head in pity. + +George’s face turned ugly at Max’s words. From the tone Max had used, it felt as though Max had won in the end, not him. "Kid, you could do nothing to me. Just go away and don’t force my hand," he said, gritting his teeth. He was furious at the kid’s confidence and mocking tone. + +"What about me?" Just then, a figure appeared before them. It was a woman in her twenties. She had black hair tied in a ponytail, wore a white top, and a long blue-colored skirt. + +Her face exuded a charm that made it difficult for anyone to look away, but the aura emitting from her was so dangerous that no one would want to gaze at her for too long. + +"M-Miss Sophia!" George stammered upon seeing her, immediately kneeling on one leg in front of her. + +Ryan and the bald-headed man also kneeled before her. + +"Hehe, I’ve seen quite the drama here." Sophia smiled flirtatiously, but it made George tremble in fear. + +He began shaking as he stuttered, "W-What brings Miss Sophia all the way to the Inner Region?" + +A flaming chair materialized behind her as Sophia sat comfortably, her gaze fixed on George as if she were looking at an ant. "I was tipped off that a genius would be coming to this branch for the recruitment test, so I came to check it out, and I must say, I’m impressed." + +George began sweating profusely, trembling even more. He would be a fool not to understand which genius she was referring to. "M-Miss, I was just joking. I knew you were here, so I was just testing his loyalty," he said, scrambling to explain himself at the last minute. + +"I see," Sophia said, her tone suspending the air with coldness. "But it’s a pity that I don’t understand a word you just said." + +Her voice turned even colder as she added, "Also, you’re fired for being biased. I know why you did it, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll send someone else to monitor this branch after I return." + +George slumped back in shock. He couldn’t believe he was fired after decades of service with the Phoenix Order guild. + +Sophia then turned her gaze to Max. "Shall we depart for the Main Branch?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-610.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-610.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eecfe58 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-610.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 610: Going All OUT!" +slug: "ch-610" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 610 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1212 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Don’t think much. You’ll definitely get the worst score among anyone here," Elias sneered from behind, his voice laced with contempt and lingering frustration. The sting of being overshadowed by Aria had left a mark, and now he was venting that bitterness on Max. + +It was petty, but no one stopped him. The hall had gone quiet again, all eyes turning toward the boy who, by all logic, shouldn’t have even made it this far. + +Max didn’t bother looking back. Instead, his attention shifted to the young man in the black and gold coat—the one with the strange floating blue spheres around him. Calm, composed, almost eerily indifferent, the man waited. + +"I want to know what the basis of the score is," Max said evenly, his voice cutting through the tension. "I’m at Seeker Rank, and they’re all at Master Rank. If it’s measured on Master Rank standards, then this isn’t really a trial for me, is it?" + +The young man tilted his head slightly, then gave a soft nod. "It tests one according to their own level," he replied, his tone patient. "If you are at the Seeker Rank, then your judgment will be based on the standards of that realm. Whether you’re weak or strong within your rank is what determines your score."𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +Max’s lips curled into a faint smile. That was all he needed to hear. His steps became more confident, more resolute, as he walked to the front of the black cube. Silence settled over the hall again. + +All eyes were on him now—not with expectation, but with skepticism. To the others, he was just a lucky rat who had stumbled too far into territory meant for lions. But Max didn’t care. Their judgment held no weight in his path. + +He reached for the hilt at his side and slowly drew his sword. It hummed softly, responding to his intent, and in the next breath—whoosh—the air around him shifted. + +His Concept of Severing Sword was unleashed. + +A powerful, wild edge instantly swept across the hall. The atmosphere tensed. Though it was only at the basic stage of Level 1 Concept, the purity of the intent behind it made it feel sharper than steel and more dangerous than any weapon + +It wasn’t just a sword concept—it was a force that threatened to cut through fate itself. + +The cube didn’t react. It stood motionless, unfeeling, a judge without emotion. But those watching—Elias, Aria, the two commanders—even they couldn’t help but raise their brows. + +The air vibrated faintly, a tangible ripple moving around Max’s sword, as if the very space around it wanted to get out of its way. + +There was no flashy energy, no overwhelming aura. Just a raw, focused intent to sever. And it made the silence around him feel... heavy. + +’That sword concept... it’s very strong.’ Aria’s gaze lingered on Max, her brows slightly furrowed as a chill of unease crept through her chest. There was something off about him, something too calm, too composed for someone so weak in rank. Yet she said nothing, watching in silence. + +Meanwhile, Max stood in front of the black cube, his sword slowly raised and his breath steady. He knew he was at a crossroads. One path was safer—he could use only his Severing Sword Concept, deliver a decent blow, earn an above-average reward, and keep his secrets hidden. + +But the other path, the one that shimmered with risk and reward alike, tempted him more. He could unleash everything—his full force, every drop of his strength, the total mastery he had gained from countless battles. + +All four of his concepts—Severing Sword, Flame, Space, and Lighting—alongside fragments of his flame inheritance, pulsing with power inside him. + +Doing so would mean exposing his hand, blowing his cover, and perhaps making the others suspect that he was the one who killed Silus. It could put a target on his back. + +But Max’s heart was resolute. In this moment, faced with a chance that could propel his strength forward by a huge margin, perhaps even push him into the Expert Rank, he knew one thing clearly—he wouldn’t hesitate. Not here. Not now. + +Opportunities like this didn’t come often, and when they did, hesitation only led to regret. His grip on the sword tightened. His aura began to shift. If he was going to make a move, then he would go all in. No fear. No looking back. Only forward. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as his fingers wrapped tighter around the hilt of his sword. The cube stood silently in front of him, its black surface reflecting a faint glimmer of his reflection. He could feel everyone’s gaze on him—Aria’s curious stare, Elias’ annoyed glare, and the watchful eyes of the two commanders. + +But none of them mattered right now. Not even their growing suspicion. + +With a breath that seemed to shake the silence of the hall, Max let it all go. + +His aura erupted. + +In an instant, a sharp wave of energy burst out of his body as his Concept of Severing Sword was fully released. He let go of all the shackles of his sword concept, slicing the air around him like invisible blades. + +But that wasn’t all—black flames surged next, spiraling up his sword in a fierce dance of fire as his Concept of Flames followed. + +Then the space around him began to twist slightly, warping unnaturally as his Concept of Space came into play. + +And finally, a deep, rumbling shot through the ground—his Concept of Lightning erupted causing the very void around him to shake. + +Four concepts. At once. + +Everyone instinctively took a step back, their bodies moving before their minds could even process what they were seeing. A silence heavier than stone settled over the hall, thick with disbelief and sheer shock. + +All eyes were fixed on Max, who now stood at the center of it all, his aura surging like a tidal wave, uncontrollable and awe-inspiring. Four distinct auras radiated from him—each belonging to a different concept, each carrying its own presence and power, each undeniable in its strength. It wasn’t just powerful... it was otherworldly. + +Elias’s face twisted in utter disbelief, his composure cracking as he stared at Max like he was seeing a ghost. "How...?" he managed to breathe out, voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the illusion he thought he was seeing. + +The pressure was immense, even at a distance. His own pride as a one-star genius felt like a mockery in front of such a display. ’Damn it.’ + +And then there was Aria—the cold, calculating, unfazed Aria—whose eyes were now wide with shock, her calm shattered, her mouth slightly open in stunned silence. + +"This is impossible!" Even she, someone who had looked down on others with reason, someone who had believed in power built through bloodline and legacy, couldn’t find an explanation for what was in front of her. It was like she was witnessing something which should be impossible for it to happen. + +Four concepts. Not one. Not two. But Four. Comprehending even two was considered heaven-defying. Three was near mythical. But four? It was an impossibility. Something no one had ever seen, heard, or imagined in the Middle Domain. + +And yet here it was... happening before their very eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-611.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-611.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6de7b22 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-611.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 611: A Heaven Grade genius?" +slug: "ch-611" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 611 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1263 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s body now burned with a black flames as his all three Flame Inheritance Power stirred within him. He didn’t let them fully explode, but let a thin layer of its energy coat his sword, enhancing the destructive nature of the attack that was building. + +The hall trembled faintly. + +Then Max moved. + +He stepped forward and swung his sword—not with anger, not with desperation—but with calm, absolute certainty. The combined power of his four concepts surged forward like a tidal wave, aimed straight at the cube. The sword slash wasn’t flashy, but it held a terrifying sense of finality—as if nothing in its path could remain whole. + +The cube shook violently as the slash vanished into it. The entire room went silent. + +Then golden light burst from the cube’s surface, numbers flickering into existence, shining like stars— + +9999 + +The silence that followed was deafening. + +Everyone just stood there, frozen. Aria blinked slowly, the first to regain her composure, but even she said nothing. Elias looked like he had swallowed a stone, his lips pressed into a tight line. The two commanders exchanged looks, unsure whether they were seeing things. + +"9999... What is that absurd number!" Elias finally muttered, his voice strained with disbelief, unable to look away from the glowing number etched in gold on the black cube. His mind reeled. + +All of them—he, Aria, the two commanders—had scored in the range of four to six thousand, even at their best. Yet Max, a mere Seeker Rank youth, had just shattered their understanding of power with a such a high score. + +His eyes twitched. His fists clenched. + +And then came the final blow to his pride—the boy in the black and gold coat with the strange mechanical hat chuckled lightly, like he’d just witnessed something rare and amusing. + +"That... that’s a new record," the boy said, his voice calm yet carrying a strange excitement. "What’s even more special is that 9999 is the highest score possible. It means his strength has actually surpassed the cube’s evaluation." + +Those words hit Elias like a lightning bolt. Surpassed the cube’s evaluation? His heart skipped. This wasn’t just talent—it was monstrous. Elias felt like the world had gone crazy. + +First, a kid from the Lower Domain displaying four concepts. Now, he was doing things even the evaluation system couldn’t properly measure? Everything he believed about strength, bloodlines, and genius was slowly starting to crack, and the person responsible stood there calmly, as if none of this mattered to him. + +’His strength might be at the level of a 3-star genius or a Heaven Grade genius?,’ Aria thought to herself, her expression turning grim with realization. + +In the vast and competitive world of the Middle Domain, all geniuses were measured on a strict hierarchy—four distinct grades that determined a cultivator’s potential and standing. + +The first level, the 1-star geniuses, were the most common. With enough talent and resources, almost anyone from a major family or force could be nurtured into a 1-star genius. They were the majority—respected but not extraordinary. Aria and Elias were considered 1-star geniuses themselves, a rank they had earned through bloodline, training, and inherited techniques. + +Then came the more prestigious 2-star geniuses—rare individuals whose talent burned brighter. They stood a tier above and were treated as future pillars of their respective forces. Every large force or empire had a few of them, and each 2-star genius was leagues ahead of any 1-star + +But the real monsters... the truly terrifying ones, were the 3-star geniuses. They were few, scattered, and revered like legends. The gap between a 2-star and a 3-star was immense—like comparing a mountain to a hill. It was said that ten 2-star geniuses together still wouldn’t be able to take down a single 3-star genius at full strength. + +Their comprehension, battle sense, and affinity with energy and concepts were so high that they were seen as beings born for the peak. + +Lastly, above all others, stood the chosen ones of this era—the legendary geniuses known as Heaven Grade geniuses. They were not merely talented or gifted. They were born anomalies, defying common sense, cultivation logic, and even fate itself. + +If 3-star geniuses were the pinnacle of what most forces and families could nurture, then Heaven Grade geniuses were beyond mortal reach—beings who could ascend from obscurity and shake the entire foundation of the Middle Domain. + +Their existence was incredibly rare. In all the vast territories of the Middle Domain, across the hundreds of forces and countless families, there were perhaps less than 20 who could truly be considered Heaven Grade. + +Their rise was like that of a blazing comet, unstoppable and awe-inspiring. Legends often whispered of Heaven Grade geniuses facing entire armies alone, crossing into realms that should’ve been impossible for their age, or wielding abilities that even Mythic Rank and Divine Rank masters couldn’t fully comprehend. + +They were the true monarchs of their generation. Every appearance of a Heaven Grade genius would cause a storm of blood and fire in the world, for either they would dominate, or countless powers would unite to crush them before they could rise too high. + +They were the strongest of the strong, the peak of what any genius could dream to become. And as Aria glanced once more at Max, who had just shattered the cube’s scoring system with a perfect 9999, doubt began to creep into her heart—not doubt of his strength, but a terrifying suspicion: Was she standing in the presence of a Heaven Grade genius in the making? + +Max didn’t respond. He simply exhaled and stepped back, his heartbeat steady, his face calm. But inside, he felt it—an overwhelming surge of anticipation. + +He had gambled everything on this one strike. + +And he had won. + +A faint hum echoed through the hall as the black cube responded to Max’s overwhelming attack. The golden numbers 9999 still glowed bright on its surface, causing the room to fall into an eerie silence. + +Everyone—Aria, Elias, Commander Shen, Commander Leone—stood frozen, their expressions torn between disbelief and confusion. None of them could comprehend how a mere level 8 Seeker Rank could unleash such a terrifying attack, one that surpassed even Aria’s, the supposed strongest among them. In fact forget about surpassing her, he left her in the dust. + +And then it happened. + +The cube opened with a hiss, and instead of a simple red orb like the others, a crimson orb encased in golden rings—its core pulsing with rhythmic energy slowly floated out. + +The air around it twisted, as if reality itself bent slightly under its presence. The pressure radiating from it was immense, far beyond the previous orbs. Even the two commanders instinctively took a step back. + +"That’s... not just energy," Aria muttered under her breath, her voice laced with surprise. "That’s—purified origin energy." Origin energy was even more purified form of energy. + +Elias’s face darkened. His fists clenched so tightly that faint cracking sounds came from his knuckles. + +Max stepped forward calmly and extended his hand. The orb floated into his palm, its warmth pulsing like a living heart. The moment it touched his skin, he felt it—raw, potent energy, so dense and concentrated it made the previous orbs feel like drops in an ocean. + +His eyes gleamed. "Is this the thing that can increase one’s strength?" He muttered out loud feeling the dense cluster of energy on the orb. + +--- + +[Energy Orb] + +–Rank: [Legendary] + +–Description: [A condensed form of pure energy compressed in the form of an orb. It can be used for many things.] + +--- + +’Condense form of pure energy.’ Max became interested. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-612.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-612.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..93458ae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-612.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 612: Unbelievable Increase In Strength" +slug: "ch-612" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 612 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1263 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max then sat cross-legged without a word. + +The moment he began absorbing it, a brilliant red aura exploded around him. His body trembled slightly as the energy surged into him like a tidal wave. It didn’t just flow into his body—it crashed, tore, rebuilt. Every cell screamed, expanded, evolved. + +His Seeker Rank foundation rapidly climbed. + +8th level... 9th level...10th level. + +Then came the barrier between Seeker and Expert Rank. + +And Max shattered it. + +In one smooth, blazing breakthrough, Max’s strength surged to the 1st level of Expert Rank—but it didn’t stop. + +His body, having been refined through countless battles and his Three Dimensional Body’s unique structure, continued to absorb more energy. + +2nd level. + +3rd level. + +4th level. + +5th level. + +Only after reaching the 6th level of Expert Rank did the crimson-gold orb finally dissolve completely. + +The entire process left the hall silent. Aria’s eyes had narrowed dangerously, and Elias looked like he was chewing gravel. + +Nobody spoke. + +But everyone understood— + +This boy was no ordinary Lower Domain genius. + +He had just jumped six entire levels and one major rank. They couldn’t imagine how much energy Max had absorbed just now. + +Max opened his eyes slowly. His aura now felt vastly different—stable, oppressive, refined. No longer just a talented Seeker, but a fully awakened Expert. + +He calmly stood up and dusted off his robe. + +"6th level of Expert Rank from 8th level of Seeker Rank..." Max muttered under his breath, his voice low, almost disbelieving. He clenched his fists, feeling the immense strength coursing through his body—solid, real, powerful. It was almost an entire rank leap. + +Normally, for someone like him, even with talent, resources, and nonstop effort, it would take at least a year—maybe longer—to climb that kind of gap. From the later stages of the Seeker Rank into the mid-stages of Expert Rank wasn’t a jump people made overnight. + +And yet here he was, standing strong, exhaling quietly as the newfound energy within him settled like a storm that had just passed. The air around him still vibrated faintly from the aftershocks of his breakthrough. + +His body felt lighter, sharper, tougher—as if every cell inside him had been reforged. + +And this... this was what excited him. Not just the increase in strength, but the path that opened before him. If he could rise this fast now, how far could he go later? How strong could he become? The limits he once imagined for himself now seemed laughably small. + +The citadel, the inheritance, the danger—it was all worth it. Every single second. + +’This is good,’ Max thought to himself, a faint smile curling on his lips as he stood calmly beside the black cube. The aura of power still lingered faintly around him, like invisible flames licking through the air. His heartbeat was steady now, the thrill of leveling up still fresh in his veins, but his mind had already moved to the next step. + +That was when Elias’s voice broke the silence. "Did you kill Silus?" he asked, his tone sharp and cold. It wasn’t like before—this time, there was real weight behind his words. + +Before, Max had been ignored, brushed off as another weakling from the Lower Domain, but now... Now suspicion filled the air like smoke after a wildfire. After all, who else in the citadel could possibly possess the strength to kill Silus—someone who had comprehended not one but four concepts? + +Max turned slightly, facing him with a casual shrug. "Why would I kill him? My target is someone else... and I will kill him for sure." His words, though calmly spoken, carried an eerie chill, one that made Elias pause. + +Aria, standing beside Elias, narrowed her eyes, examining Max with renewed suspicion. "Are you truly from the Lower Domain?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt. + +The notion that someone from the Lower Domain—where the most of the so-called geniuses never even stepped into the Master Rank—could display not one but four different concepts and break the cube’s limit, was something she found incredibly difficult to believe. + +But Max just chuckled. "Of course I’m from the Lower Domain. You can ask the others here—they’ll tell you. I’m quite famous back there," he said with a relaxed grin, his tone so light it only made the others more unsettled. + +Elias opened his mouth, ready to question further, but before he could speak, the young boy in the mechanical hat—still standing where he had been all along—suddenly clapped his hands once. "Time for the second test," he announced. + +Everyone immediately turned toward him, their eyes gleaming with excitement and hunger. The rewards of the first test had been unimaginable—boosting them to levels they had only dreamed of. Now, the anticipation of what the second test could offer filled the hall with a feverish energy. + +"Second test is a test of physical strength," the young boy with the mechanical hat announced calmly, his voice echoing through the vast hall. "You can only use your strongest physical strength to hit the cube. The score you will get will decide your rewards." + +The moment those words left his mouth, everyone’s expression turned serious. Elias and Aria exchanged glances, their eyes growing solemn. + +Unlike energy-based strength or conceptual attacks, physical strength was often a neglected field. + +As one advanced through the ranks, the body naturally became stronger, yes, but that passive enhancement was minimal when compared to the raw power cultivated by those who specialized in physical-based techniques, bloodline inheritances, or strength-oriented classes. + +Most geniuses, especially those from large factions, focused on energy baseed methods and concepts, not brutalizing their muscles. But not everyone. + +"Hahaha, physical strength is my expertise," Commander Shen suddenly laughed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. His broad frame stepped forward confidently. As a Berserker class expert, his entire foundation had always been about the body—about unleashing fury through sheer muscle and brute force. + +For years, he had pushed his limits through intense physical training, forcing his bones to toughen and muscles to ripen with raw strength. He had sacrificed speed and finesse for raw impact. He truly believed this test was tailor-made for him. + +With a deep breath, Commander Shen clenched his fists, veins bulging as a red aura flared around him. Then, concentrating every last ounce of his physical might into a single punch, he hurled it at the cube. + +Bang! + +As expected, the cube absorbed the blow without so much as a ripple. Then, numbers appeared in shimmering golden light. + +2675. + +The atmosphere shifted immediately. Everyone stared at the score, their brows furrowed. It was significantly lower than what they had seen in the first trial. + +Even Commander Shen frowned, clearly not satisfied. It wasn’t a poor result by ordinary standards—but compared to the high scores of the energy test, it felt lacking. + +Just then, with a sharp swish, the cube opened a small compartment in its center and spat out a pill that floated into Commander Shen’s hands. + +Everyone turned their attention to the pill, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. The shape was round and golden, its surface glowing with faint inscriptions, as though holding the essence of condensed vitality within it. + +"What is this?" Commander Shen muttered with a slight frown as he caught the pill that had just floated out from the cube. His first reaction was disappointment—unlike the previous trial, it wasn’t a red orb of condensed energy, and at first glance, it looked like nothing more than an ordinary pill. + +But the moment he read the description engraved of the pill, his hands began to tremble, and his eyes widened with disbelief. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-613.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-613.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ae9a99 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-613.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 613: Body Strengthening Pill" +slug: "ch-613" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 613 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Body Strengthening Pill!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with excitement. He almost dropped it from the sheer shock of holding something so legendary. + +To most people in the current world of Acaris, such a name sounded like fantasy. Body-strengthening pills were considered extinct in modern times—myths wrapped in the dust of a forgotten age. + +It was said that over ten thousand years ago, long before the apocalyptic invasion of the Nulls, Acaris had been a paradise. + +In those ancient days, Divine Rank experts weren’t figures of legend but beings who actively shaped the course of history. They were not rare like the current time. Mythic Rank experts were everywhere. They were the backbone of every great faction, standing like indomitable mountains. + +There were even tales of experts who, upon reaching the peak of Divine Rank, managed to ascend into the mythical Divine Realm itself—an existence beyond the reach of mortal understanding. + +That golden era was when true alchemy flourished. Pills of unimaginable potency were refined, medicines that could raise one’s strength, extend life, or awaken ancient bloodlines. But all of that vanished with the fall of civilization during the Null invasion. Since then, no one had seen such pills, let alone consumed one. + +And yet, here it was in his hand—small, glowing faintly with spiritual power, and humming with ancient energy. Commander Shen clutched the Body Strengthening Pill like it was the most precious treasure in existence, unable to hide the excitement building in his chest. + +He hadn’t just received a reward—he had been handed a relic from the golden age of Acaris. + +"This is good!" Commander Shen grinned, his fists clenching tight with anticipation before he immediately dropped into a cross-legged position and swallowed the Body Strengthening Pill in one smooth motion. + +As the pill melted in his mouth and dissolved into his body, a warm current surged through his veins. Slowly, subtly, the effects began to take root—his bones trembled as if they were being reforged in a divine furnace, his muscles tensed and then relaxed as the pill began to restructure their fibers, and even the marrow in his bones felt like it was being refined. + +From the inside out, his entire body was being rebuilt, layer by layer, making him stronger in a way that no training or monster core could. The process was painful, but it was the kind of pain he welcomed, a pain that came with transformation. + +Elias watched all this from the side, and envy flickered in his eyes. Unable to hold back, he quickly stepped forward to take his turn at the cube. Clenching his fists, he released every ounce of physical strength he had and punched the cube with all his might. + +The cube absorbed the strike like before and after a pause, displayed a score—1567. + +Elias’ face darkened immediately. Compared to Commander Shen’s score, his was laughable. It was a slap to his pride, a brutal reminder of how little he had focused on his body. But before he could sulk too long, the cube spat out a pill. + +Although smaller and dimmer than Shen’s, it still carried the power of body refinement. + +With a grim expression, Elias took the pill and began cultivating with it, swallowing his humiliation for now. Commander Leone stepped up next. + +With his spear set aside, he focused all the strength he had into his fists and struck the cube. His score—1389—was slightly lower than Elias but still within his expectations. + +He accepted the pill given to him with calm satisfaction and sat down to absorb it. + +Then Max turned his gaze to Aria. "Your turn," he said casually. + +Aria didn’t respond directly, only giving him a sideways glance before stepping toward the cube. With no hesitation, she unleashed her full physical might into a sharp, precise strike. + +The cube reacted as always, and her score blinked into view—1420. + +It was better than Leone’s, but only because her strength was higher. Deep down, Aria knew that if they were at the same level, her physical strength would pale in comparison. + +The cube presented her with a pill, and without wasting time or letting her disappointment show, she too sat down and began absorbing its power, determined to make the most out of every reward this secret realm had to offer. + +Max grinned at this moment, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He cracked his knuckles and took a deep breath, wondering if he could break the score ceiling again—just like he did during the energy trial. + +If there was any area where his confidence ran deeper than even his command over concepts, it was his physical strength. With dragons scales and draconic essences as a base, his body was more like a beast than human right now. + +His body wasn’t just tough—it was a weapon. As he stepped before the cube, his muscles moved with a quiet tension, like compressed springs ready to explode. He stretched lightly, letting the quiet sound of cracking joints echo in the silent hall. + +Just then, Elias scoffed from the side, still seated and cultivating from his previous reward, his expression twisted with a mixture of bitterness and superiority. + +"Don’t get too cocky," Elias sneered, barely opening his eyes. "You might be a 3-star genius, fine—I’ll admit that much. But spreading yourself thin across four concepts? You’ll definitely do worse than me when it comes to physical strength." + +Max didn’t even glance at him. He simply smiled, a calm, almost indifferent curve to his lips, before setting his gaze on the black cube. + +’Dragon Scales Transformation!’ Max silently invoked the most powerful ability of his bloodline, and almost instantly, his body began to change. Thick black scales shimmered into existence, crawling up his arms and covering both hands all the way to his neck. They pulsed with a deep, glowing radiance, like coiled serpents of ancient power wrapped around his limbs. + +BOOM! + +The moment his transformation activated, a wild, overwhelming pressure burst out from his body, shaking the hall like a suppressed beast roaring back to life. + +Those who had been quietly digesting their pills jerked their eyes open in alarm, their faces turning pale as their hearts raced from the sudden wave of unrestrained power. + +Commander Shen staggered slightly; Aria’s eyes narrowed; even Elias froze mid-breath. Max’s power wasn’t just rising—it was erupting. + +But he wasn’t finished. + +Max gritted his teeth and pushed further, calling upon the terrifying core of his draconic bloodline. One by one, the hidden energies within his body flared to life until—BOOM!—the explosion of power nearly knocked the air out of the room. + +All 443 Draconic Essences activated simultaneously. At that moment, Max became something else entirely. His muscles tensed with molten strength, veins glowing like fire beneath his skin. His black scales, once intimidating, began to shimmer and shift color, turning into pure gold, reflecting an overwhelming aura of dominance and majesty. + +His body now radiated a wild, divine force—untamed, ancient, and impossibly strong. It wasn’t just power. It was pressure. It was authority. It was the blood of dragons roaring from within. + +The temperature in the hall rose, the air trembled, and everyone watching him felt the same thing—dread. The kind of dread one feels when standing too close to a rising god. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-614.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-614.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..250bccf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-614.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 614: Soul Test" +slug: "ch-614" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 614 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1232 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Feeling the raw, unrestrained power surging through his veins, Max stepped forward with eyes sharp and unwavering. His entire body radiated draconic might, his golden scales glinting under the dim hall lights like battle-forged armor blessed by ancient dragons. + +Right now, he was feeling stronger than ever. Dragon Scales Transformation along with the raging power of Draconic Essences was the most destructive combo ever. It was like they were made for each other. + +Max rarely used the Dragon Scales Transformation but feeling the true strength flowing through his body at this moment, he decided he would use this form wisely from now on. + +The 443 Draconic Essences within him pulsed with rhythmic intensity, making every cell in his body roar with strength. + +With his Dragon Scales Transformation fully active, Max clenched his right fist, now glowing faintly with golden light, and aimed directly at the black cube before him. He took a single breath—then struck. + +BOOM! + +The moment his fist connected with the cube, a deafening explosion rang through the hall. The shockwave blew dust and air outwards like a ripple across a still lake disturbed by a meteor. + +And most shocking of all—the cube slid back. Just a few inches, but it moved. That alone was enough to steal the breath from everyone present. + +When the commanders had used all their strength, the cube hadn’t budged. When Elias and Aria, geniuses of the Xuan Family, had struck it with all their might, it had absorbed the attacks without the slightest shiver. + +But Max had made it move. That single motion said more than words ever could. His physical strength alone surpassed their strongest attack and that was a shocking thing for them. + +And then, numbers began to glow on the surface of the cube. + +9999 + +The same peak score as before. The very limit of the cube’s ability to measure. Once again, silence swept across the hall like a wave. + +Elias opened his mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out—his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth in disbelief. Aria’s eyes were narrowed, her mind spiraling with thoughts she couldn’t yet piece together. + +As for the two commanders, they simply stared, wide-eyed and unblinking, as if witnessing the rise of a force their world was not ready for. + +Compared to their energy-based test results, this was an even more absurd show of strength. More than before, Max had proven he wasn’t just strong—he was beyond anything they had seen, beyond what they thought possible from someone they once dismissed as a mere Seeker Rank genius from the Lower Domain. + +Just then, with a soft hum and a faint pulse of light, a pill shot out from the mouth of the black cube and hovered silently before Max. The pill was deep crimson, almost glowing from within, and a thick aura of power leaked from it, making the air around it shimmer faintly. + +Its surface rippled with energy so dense it seemed alive, as if something ancient and powerful slumbered inside. + +Max reached out and caught it gently, his fingers tingling the moment they touched the surface. Holding it in his palm, he brought up its details using his system interface. + +--- + +[Raging Dragon Pill] + +– Rank: Legendary + +– Description: A pill concocted from the blood of a raging dragon. It can increase one’s physical strength to a new level. + +--- + +’The blood of a raging dragon...’ Max’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. With his unique Devouring Ability, he briefly considered whether he could directly consume the pill’s essence, siphoning the dragon blood properties to gain more Draconic Essences. + +But... the risk of ruining such a high-grade pill by experimenting recklessly was too great. No, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and Max wasn’t about to waste it. + +With that decision, his golden scales faded away as the Dragon Scales Transformation slowly deactivated. The overwhelming pressure vanished, and his body returned to its normal form, though still brimming with latent power. + +Max sat cross-legged calmly under the stunned, watchful eyes of everyone in the hall—none of whom dared speak as they silently observed him, still reeling from what they’d just witnessed. + +Without hesitation, Max swallowed the pill. + +The moment it entered his mouth, the pill dissolved instantly, releasing an incredible surge of heat and energy that flooded into every corner of his body. But just as the energy tried to disperse into his limbs, something even more astonishing occurred—his black flames emerged on their own. + +Out of nowhere, they flickered to life within him and began devouring the scattered remnants of the pill’s energy, greedily swallowing every last drop like a predator that had been starved for years. The flames churned violently for a moment—and then everything went quiet. + +And then, the changes began. + +A storm of raw physical power stirred within him. His muscles tensed and restructured, bones thickened and strengthened, and a heavy draconic aura began to rise from deep within. It took several long minutes before Max finally opened his eyes, a golden glint flickering in his pupils. + +--- + +[Draconic Essence increased by 157] + +[Current Draconic Essence: 600] + +--- + +’An increase of 157 Draconic Essences in one go... this is wild!’ Max felt his pulse quicken. His excitement soared to new heights—this was no minor upgrade. This was an evolution. For the first time, the number of Draconic Essences in his body had matched the limit of his Dragon Scales Transformation form. + +’The trip to the citadel is worth it indeed... but this isn’t over yet,’ Max thought silently, his heart still thrumming with the afterglow of absorbing the Raging Dragon Pill. He knew opportunities like these didn’t come often, and if there was still one final reward to claim, then he would seize it without hesitation. + +"Time for the last test," the young boy in the mechanical hat finally said, his calm voice carrying an unmistakable weight. "The last test will be about your soul. Soul is as significant as energy and physique—and so, you should all do your best." + +He glanced around the group, his gaze lingering on each of them for a moment. "Just pour every ounce of your soul force into the cube. It will assess your soul force and give you a score. Rewards, as always, will depend on that score." + +"I will try first," Max said with a smile as he confidently stepped forward. The others watched him cautiously, some still absorbing their pills, others already tense from everything they’d seen so far. Max, however, was calm. He arrived before the cube and stood still for a moment, focusing inward. + +Within his mind, a lush green light surged to life—his Green Soul, calm but vast, vibrant yet sharp. Max channeled every bit of that power into his right hand, compressing the strength of his soul force until it blazed within his palm. Then, with steady focus, he pressed his hand against the cube. + +A pause. A flicker. + +Then the number appeared—8789. + +Max stepped back, his lips twitching in satisfaction. That was a high number. Very high. He wasn’t surprised, though. He knew his soul wasn’t as monstrous as his energy or physique, but it wasn’t weak either. + +While it still lagged slightly behind the others, this score meant his soul strength was also on the cusp of something great. It wouldn’t be long before he could push it to the same terrifying level. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-615.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-615.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e6d883c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-615.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 615: End of the Trial" +slug: "ch-615" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 615 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Around him, the others let out soft sighs of relief. Elias subtly exhaled. Aria’s brows relaxed ever so slightly. A score of 8789 was still jaw-dropping, but it wasn’t 9999—the impossible ceiling-breaking number Max had hit twice before. + +Had he scored a perfect in all three categories, it would’ve shattered what little balance they clung to. Even so, their expressions showed it clearly—they were all still shaken. Because even if it wasn’t perfect, 8789 was still monstrously high. + +It was the kind of soul force one expected from a top-tier genius trained by a high-ranking sect for decades—not a Expert Rank youth from the Lower Domain. + +The cube pulsed gently before suddenly releasing a glowing lotus that floated toward Max, its petals shimmering with soft, ethereal light. But before he could even reach out or react, the lotus vanished into thin air. + +A strange sensation stirred inside him, subtle but warm—like a gentle breeze brushing against the deepest part of his being. Max immediately closed his eyes, drawing his awareness inward, diving deep into the sanctum of his consciousness. + +Within moments, he arrived at his soul palace—the sacred space where his soul resided—and what he saw there made his breath catch. Floating just above his golden soul form, which pulsed with vibrant life, was the very same lotus from before, now softly spinning in place. + +It released a radiant, nurturing glow—like sunlight filtered through holy mist—and this light blanketed the entire soul palace. Everywhere it touched, the walls of the palace seemed to shimmer and strengthen, the foundations growing sturdier, more refined. + +Even the soul palace itself, from the cracks in its structure to the dimmer corners of his mental domain, began to subtly shift and evolve, responding to the lotus’s presence. It wasn’t just a blessing—it was a direct enhancement of his very soul. + +Max’s brows tightened slightly in concentration, but inside, he was in awe. This lotus was strengthening his foundation as well as nurturing his soul at the same time. It was a legendary treasure for anyone who cultivated their soul. + +Slowly, he opened his eyes, a calm, powerful light glinting within them. He didn’t speak—but he knew, deep down, that his soul had taken a significant step forward. + +One by one, the others approached the cube with cautious determination. The tension in the hall had shifted. After witnessing Max’s score of 8789 and the mysterious lotus entering his soul, a quiet pressure loomed over the remaining participants. + +Commander Shen was the first to move. He cracked his knuckles, tried to shake off the lingering awe from Max’s display, and placed his hand on the cube. His expression was focused, serious. He poured every ounce of his soul force into it—raw, unrefined, but strong. A few moments later, the number appeared. + +3460 + +Shen let out a breath, unsure whether to feel satisfied or disappointed. The score was decent for someone like him who had focused mostly on body refinement and strength, but it was still nowhere near the monstrous number Max had produced. The cube rewarded him with a small silver orb, which he took quietly and sat down to absorb. + +Commander Leone stepped up next. His specialty was spear mastery and strategy, not soul strength, but he couldn’t back down now. He touched the cube, and soul force surged from him—controlled, precise, but lacking the deep intensity Max had shown. + +3729 + +The number floated calmly above the cube. Commander Leone forced a wry smile. It was slightly better than Shen’s, but it still felt underwhelming in comparison. He also received a small silver orb, just a shade brighter than Shen’s. + +Elias approached next. His face was serious, and his pride stung. He placed his palm on the cube, letting his soul force pour into it, his inheritance from the Xuan Family providing a subtle edge. He waited in silence as the cube absorbed his soul essence. + +4048 + +He narrowed his eyes. It was the highest so far after Max, but compared to the overwhelming 8789 that had shaken the hall earlier, it felt like nothing. The cube responded with a slightly larger silver orb, radiating a deeper luster than the previous two. Elias took it, trying not to let his expression betray his frustration. + +Finally, Aria moved forward. There was no fear or hesitation on her face, only a calm seriousness. She laid her hand on the cube and gently channeled her soul force into it. Her sword-focused path hadn’t prioritized soul cultivation, but her control and stability showed in the smooth flow of energy. + +3986 + +So close to crossing into the 4000s, but not quite. Aria stared at the number, her lips curling into a small frown. She wasn’t disappointed—just curious. Curious about Max. She received a lotus-shaped crystal shard from the cube and held it carefully before returning to her place, her gaze still drifting toward the young man who had, somehow, outshone them all. + +In the end, the hall settled into a quiet tension. Max’s performance had created a gap—one so wide it silenced even the proudest voices. The difference wasn’t in just one field—it was in all three. Strength. Physique. Soul. + +"Alright, you have cleared all three of your tests." The young man in the mechanical hat finally said, his voice emotionless, yet tinged with finality. With a casual wave of his hand, space twisted around them, and in the blink of an eye, all five participants vanished from the hall. The world shifted. Light bent. And then—silence. + +Max found himself standing outside the massive stone entrance, the same one he had entered what felt like hours ago. The air was fresher, the sounds of the forest returning to his ears.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +As he glanced around, he saw the others materializing nearby—Elias, Aria, Commander Shen, Commander Leone—each still processing the whirlwind of tests and revelations they had just experienced. + +’So the test is over.’ Max thought quietly to himself, his gaze rising toward the sky. He saw the time mentioned in the ceiling of the dome noticing there was still five hours left. ’I should head toward the door to the fourth floor while keeping an eye out for any remaining treasures on the way,’ he decided internally, already beginning to walk. + +But before he could take more than a few steps, a loud, hostile voice echoed through the clearing. + +"Where do you think you’re going?!" + +Max stopped and turned, brow slightly raised as he faced the speaker—Elias, whose face was now twisted with righteous fury. The young man from the Xuan Family had his sword drawn, the blade humming with energy and rage. + +"I know it was you!" Elias snarled, his voice filled with accusation. "Only you have the strength and the means to kill Silus! On behalf of the Xuan Family, I shall execute you for daring to slay one of our own!" + +Max blinked, amused. For a brief second, he recalled his thoughts from earlier—how, before the trials, he would have been cautious around Elias and might’ve even tried to retreat or stall. But now? Now he had no fear. The increase in his strength was not just a number—it was a leap that made his previous self look like an insect. + +"With just you?" Max scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. He didn’t draw his weapon. He didn’t even shift into a stance. He simply looked at Elias like he was nothing more than an annoying gust of wind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-616.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-616.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11ecb82 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-616.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 616: Battling Elias" +slug: "ch-616" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 616 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1248 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You!" Elias flared in fury at Max’s mocking tone, unable to bear the disdain in his eyes. Without hesitation, he surged forward, his sword cutting through the air like a raging tide, waves of energy crashing out from the blade. + +The sheer pressure from his sword concept was enough to make the ground tremble, his movement sharp, aggressive, fueled by rage and the pride of a one-star genius. + +But Max simply smiled, his Severing Sword Concept already fully released—sharp, efficient, and terrifying in its simplicity. When their swords met, it wasn’t just metal against metal—it was a clash of will. Sparks erupted wildly, flashing like tiny stars in the clearing, but while Elias poured all his energy into every strike, Max’s movements were effortless. + +His feet moved like whispers across the ground, gliding and twisting in perfect flow. His swordplay was clean—no flashy techniques, no wasted motion—just brutal, precise cuts that disrupted Elias’ rhythm again and again. + +Elias would spin and slash from above, only for Max to tilt slightly and deflect with the barest twist of his wrist. A sweep from below came, fast and violent, but Max sidestepped with a pivot so smooth it looked like he danced on wind. + +Every time Elias increased his speed or strength, Max adjusted in stride, calm and unbothered. His sword seemed to cut through the momentum itself, each swing like the quiet breath before a storm. + +The clang of their blades rang out repeatedly, but it soon became clear to the onlookers—Max wasn’t even trying hard. He was dismantling Elias’ furious assault piece by piece with the most unembellished sword style they had ever seen. + +A single slash from Max forced Elias back, another disarmed a wild swing, and then, with a flick of his blade, Max sliced a shallow cut across Elias’ shoulder, causing him to stagger, eyes wide in disbelief. + +The fight raged on for minutes, but Elias was already breathing heavily, sweat running down his face, while Max still looked composed, eyes sharp and blade steady. + +"Again!" However, Elias refused to believe Max could defeat him as he attacked again. + +Max’s blade shimmered as he twirled it once in his hand and slashed upward, deflecting another heavy blow from Elias. + +Elias growled low, his frustration building—he had been on the offensive from the start, yet he couldn’t land a clean hit. Not once. Deciding to shift tactics, he suddenly leapt backward, his aura spiking. + +"One Sword Slash the Sky!" Elias roared, raising his sword high. Green energy surged around him, forming a blade of pure light and concept energy that sliced downward like a cleaving waterfall. The air groaned under the pressure. + +But Max didn’t move. He didn’t panic. Instead, he took a half step to the left and rotated his sword, drawing a smooth, horizontal line through the air. + +Slash! + +The moment Elias’s glowing attack struck down, Max’s sword split it clean in half—like slicing through silk. The pieces of Elias’s sword light scattered behind him, cutting through trees in the distance as Max stepped forward. + +Elias barely had time to react before Max was in front of him again. His sword came from an awkward angle, quick and nearly impossible to see. Elias blocked just in time, but the shock reverberated up his arm. + +Elias jumped back again, his chest heaving, and his eyes narrowed in deep frustration. + +"Reverse Blade—Phase Step!" he muttered under his breath. + +Suddenly, his body flickered. One, two, three afterimages burst around Max, slashing from all directions. + +Max’s eyes glowed faintly as he activated his Three Dimensional Body. Every motion around him slowed, every step of Elias’ footwork exposed. He spun on his heel, sword arcing in a clean, fluid crescent—clang! clang! clang! He blocked three strikes in one sweep, then twisted under the fourth and kicked off the ground, appearing behind Elias with barely a sound. + +His sword stabbed forward—quick, precise. + +Elias barely turned in time, raising his blade for another parry. Sparks exploded once again. + +"You’re fast," Elias spat, breath heavy. + +Max’s lips curled into a smirk. "You’re too loud." + +Then he struck again. A flurry of fast, minimalistic slashes—not fancy, not flashy—but each one forced Elias to give ground. Elias retaliated with a wide arc, sending a blast of wind powered by his sword concept, but Max jumped into the air and landed behind him in a blink. + +’Flame Tyrant!’ + +Max activated a sliver of his flame inheritance, and a black pulse rippled from his sword as he brought it down. Elias had no choice but to activate his armor ability from the Xuan Family—a shimmering green barrier coated his body just in time. + +The blow landed—BOOM! + +Elias was sent sliding back several meters, boots dragging through the ground. His shoulder trembled, armor cracked slightly. + +He gritted his teeth. "How can you be so strong?" + +Max shrugged, blade casually lowered. "Don’t you know that already?" + +Elias steadied himself, fists trembling slightly as the shock of Max’s strength continued to linger in his mind. But he calmed himself down completely. "Now I know for sure. You’re the one who killed Silus... and you’ll pay for that with your life." + +His aura surged violently as he roared, and a thick wave of green energy exploded from his body, rushing outward like a storm. Then, with a deep breath, he pulled it all inward. A glow surrounded him, brighter and deeper than before, as his skin started to gleam with an emerald hue. And then the green glow transformed into a tortoise shape armor covering his body. + +"Black Tortoise Inheritance—Inverse Technique!" Elias bellowed. + +Suddenly, his transformation took shape. A spectral shell of a black tortoise surrounded him, heavy and imposing, before condensing down into a dense, compact armor of glowing green plates that fused into his skin like a second layer. + +Even his sword warped in appearance—thicker, jagged, and covered in green metallic scales. He was no longer just Elias. He had become a force of nature, armored and deadly, pulsing with unstoppable momentum. + +And then he vanished. + +Max blinked—Elias had disappeared completely from his field of vision. If not for his Three Dimensional Body, he wouldn’t have sensed it in time. A warning flared inside him and he instinctively spun, bringing his sword behind him just in time to block a devastating slash from Elias, who had reappeared at his back like a ghost. + +Bang! + +The impact rattled his bones, and Max was flung backward like a missile, his boots carving a deep trench through the ground as he skidded dozens of meters before finally catching himself. + +Before he could even take a breath, a second attack came screaming toward him—a green glowing sword slash, fast and razor-sharp, cutting through the air like a flash of lightning. + +Max’s pupils shrank, but he didn’t panic. His mind synced with his Three Dimensional Body, locking onto the blur of the incoming attack. With calm precision, he pivoted his body and swung his sword in a clean arc—slash!—cutting the green sword attack clean in half. + +But it wasn’t over. + +"ONE SWORD SLASH THE SKY!" Elias roared once more as he appeared right in front of Max again, his sword crashing down like a heavenly judgment. + +Max’s eyes gleamed. He didn’t flinch. He took a small, controlled step back and swung. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art!" + +Their blades collided—one fueled by the wrath of a divine beast’s inheritance, the other powered by the pure cutting intent of a sword meant to sever all things. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-617.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-617.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b5ac7d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-617.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 617: Intent to Kill Them All" +slug: "ch-617" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 617 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1328 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +BOOOOM! + +The impact was cataclysmic. A wave of raw energy exploded from the collision point, flattening everything around them. Wind howled, dust flew, and the ground cracked violently. Both Max and Elias were thrown backward through the air, their figures spinning midflight before crashing down hard on opposite sides of the battlefield. + +They lay there for a breath, both panting, both bruised. The smoke cleared slowly. + +And yet... both stood up again. + +Their swords still in hand. + +Max’s eyes sharpened as the dust settled around them, and without missing a beat, he called forth his flame concept. The air around him wavered from the heat as black flames surged out, curling around his sword like a living inferno. + +The temperature spiked in an instant, and the ground beneath his feet began to crack from the sheer intensity. His sword gleamed menacingly—no longer just a blade of metal but a weapon coated with two devastating concepts: the violent, consuming might of black fire and the razor-sharp edge of his Severing Sword Concept. + +And yet they didn’t clash—they flowed together, perfectly blended, as if they had been born for one another. Max’s past experience in fusing auras had made this combination feel natural, even effortless, and the result was terrifying. + +Every swing of his sword now held both the destructive hunger of flames and the clean, merciless cut of absolute severance. + +Elias saw it too. And he charged. + +Max didn’t wait. They both launched themselves at each other with explosive speed, colliding in a fierce clash of power that shook the ground and sent violent shockwaves ripping through the air. + +Their swords moved like blurs, too fast for the naked eye, each strike carrying deadly intent. Sparks burst out with every clash. + +Max ducked low, dragging his flaming sword across the ground before launching upward in a fiery arc, only to be blocked by Elias’s green-armored blade. Elias twisted his body and retaliated with a spinning slash, his sword glowing with the power of his inheritance. + +"Green Tortoise Thrust!" + +A condensed green spike shot toward Max with the force of a cannon, but Max weaved to the side, barely grazing it, and countered. + +"Divergent Slash!" + +He slashed horizontally, a wave of black flame bursting out like a crescent moon, aiming to slice everything in its path. Elias jumped above it, but Max was already there—appearing right above him with the help of his Concept of Space—and drove his sword downward. + +BOOM! + +Elias fell like a meteor, crashing into the ground below and creating a deep crater. But he wasn’t done yet. Because of the green colored shell covering his body, he wasn’t injured at all. + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he instantly teleported in front of him as he attacked with his Severing Flow Sword Art. + +"Inverse Shell Domination!" + +Elias roared, and the green armor around him thickened. A shield formed from tortoise-shaped energy emerged and rotated around him, blocking Max’s follow-up slash with tremendous force. The impact cracked the shield, but didn’t break it. + +Elias retaliated with a brutal sword swing that launched a spiraling beam of green energy at Max. + +Max spun mid-air, letting his Three Dimensional Body analyze the trajectory. Then he vanished—using his space concept to reappear behind Elias. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art!" + +His flaming black blade sliced downward with a trail of black flames, aiming directly for Elias’s unguarded back. Elias barely managed to twist and parry, but even so, the force sent him tumbling backward, coughing blood. + +"You bastard!" Elias shouted, fury in his eyes. "I’ll end this!" + +He roared again, his energy exploding as he charged up his most powerful move. "Black Tortoise Domain!" + +A massive tortoise-shaped projection formed around him like a divine guardian, its pressure almost suffocating. And from the inside of the tortoise, hundreds of thousands of sharp pointed projectiles hurtled towards Max at breakneck speed. + +Max didn’t flinch. + +He took a deep breath. Then, his aura exploded. + +He infused his sword not just with flame and severing, but with his space concept. All three merged into the sword, and it trembled in his hand like it could barely contain the power within. + +"Void Severance Slash!" + +Max’s voice was low and heavy as he swung the sword with both hands, unleashing a monstrous slash filled with three deadly concepts. The moment it left his blade, space itself trembled and cracked, and a storm of fire, shockwaves, and cutting energy flew out like a tidal wave. + +BOOOOOM! + +It crashed into Elias’s Black Tortoise Domain with unstoppable might. The tortoise screamed and cracked—then shattered completely. + +Elias was caught in the blast. His sword flew from his hand as he was blasted through the air, slamming into the distant wall with a sickening crunch. He gasped, blood dripping from his mouth as he dropped to one knee, body twitching. + +Max landed calmly, his sword resting at his side, his black flames slowly fading. + +It was over. + +Elias collapsed, unconscious. + +Max didn’t say a word as he stood before Elias’s unconscious body. His gaze swept over the fallen young man with calm indifference, but his thoughts were sharp. Elias was definitely stronger than Silus—by a large margin too. + +Silus had been reckless, arrogant, but Elias had power, technique, and a terrifying inheritance than him. Still... he wasn’t strong enough to force Max to use the full power of his three flame inheritances. Not even close. + +"Don’t kill him," a soft but firm voice broke the silence. Aria approached with calm steps, her eyes locked on his. + +Max turned his head slightly. "Why not?" His tone was low, eyes unreadable. "He tried to execute me. I have every right to return the favor." + +Aria shook her head slowly. "You can’t kill him. We didn’t come here alone. A senior from our force accompanied us to the Lower Domain. He’s a Champion Rank expert. Right now, he’s waiting for us at the Guardians’ headquarters. If Elias doesn’t return with us... things will get complicated." + +Max frowned at her words. A Champion Rank? That was a completely different realm. A realm beyond the Master Rank, where each step was monumental. + +Even with all his current strength, even if he pushed himself to his very peak, he could only battle those at the 10th level of Master Rank with every trick, technique, and bloodline he had... facing a Champion Rank was currently impossible for him. + +"I don’t trust any of you," he said coldly. "What’s to stop you from going back and telling him I killed Silus? What if you spin some lie and send that senior after me? It would be safer for me to kill all three of you right now." + +Aria’s expression shifted. She didn’t move but her eyes narrowed, her fingers slowly curling at her side. "Do you have the strength to kill all of us?" she asked slowly, clearly testing the waters. + +Max’s lips curled into a dark grin. "I just have to go all out, don’t I? You saw it, didn’t you? I haven’t used the inheritances tied to any of my four concepts. Not flame, lightning, not space, not sword. If I truly used everything—every shred of power—I don’t believe I couldn’t kill you three here and now." + +As he said that, a ripple went through the hall. His aura stirred, rising once again like a slumbering beast waking from rest. It was calm and heavy—but dangerous. The kind of danger that made the air itself hum and tremble. + +Max meant every word. He wasn’t afraid of shedding blood. If anything, the thought of eliminating three potential threats right now made a certain savage part of him stir. + +Because he knew how this world worked. Mercy today would be the knife at his throat tomorrow. And if he let them live, he had to be prepared to face the consequences. So unless he had a guarantee they wouldn’t betray him, the most logical move... was to kill. Every last one of them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-618.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-618.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..96d4e1e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-618.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 618: Soul Contract" +slug: "ch-618" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 618 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1369 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Aria looked into Max’s eyes, her gaze calm but resolute. She had seen through him completely—the boiling tension in his aura, the unrelenting killing intent in his posture, the way his hand subtly gripped his sword even as he stood still. + +He was on the edge. One more reason—just one—and he would unleash everything he had and paint the ground with their blood. + +She sighed softly. Things had truly spiraled far beyond what she’d hoped when they first entered the citadel. She never wanted it to come to this. + +"Let’s make a deal," she said suddenly, her voice clear. + +"What? A deal?" Just then Elias stood up in shock. His body was still in pain but that didn’t matter as the current situation wanted his utmost attention. + +"We can’t kill him. he is too strong. So a mutual deal is our best choice here." Aria said though voice transmission. + +Elias’ face changed several times before he nodded. "Fine." + +Max on the other hand frowned, the sharp glint in his eyes not fading. A deal? Right when he was about to kill them? What kind of nonsense was that? Was she stalling? Hoping to buy time for someone stronger to arrive? + +He was in deep thoughts. But despite his doubts, curiosity tugged at him. + +He didn’t lower his guard, but he gave her the space to speak. "Go on," he said coldly. + +Aria didn’t hesitate. She raised her hand and pulled out a shimmering golden parchment from her spatial ring. It glowed faintly with an ancient, oppressive aura. "This is a soul contract," she explained. "It’s not like regular agreements. If we make a deal on this and both bind it with our soul force, it becomes an unbreakable law. If either of us breaks the terms, our soul gets crushed instantly—no exceptions, no escape, we die." + +She had no confidence in killing Max. His strength, even now, was completely unreadable. A monster with four concepts, draconic blood, a soul almost nearing perfection—and that was only what he’d shown. Who knew what else he was hiding? No, facing him in battle would be suicide. + +So she chose the one method that could bind someone like him—an absolute deal that neither side could ignore. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. That was no bluff. He could feel the soul-forging essence from the parchment, and it was genuine. Soul contracts weren’t easy to come by, and the one in Aria’s hand seemed to be of high rank. + +’This can be useful.’ He didn’t like trusting others. He didn’t believe in blind oaths or pretty words. But a soul contract? That was a different story. It was binding. Absolute. Dangerous. And useful. + +"Alright," Max finally said, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smirk. "But first, let me see the description of the soul contract." + +Aria gave a slight nod and waved her hand, gently channeling her mana. The golden parchment floated through the air with a faint shimmer, drifting toward Max until it came to a stop right in front of him. He caught it with one hand and inspected it closely. + +--- + +[Soul Contract] + +– Rank: Legendary + +– Description: A binding agreement forged with the soul itself. Once signed, the contract links the fates of both parties. Any attempt to break its terms results in instant soul annihilation. Cannot be altered, resisted, or undone without mutual consent or a higher divine artifact. Often used in life-and-death negotiations, forbidden pacts, or deals between powerful beings. + +--- + +Max’s eyes slowly ran over the glowing lines of script. The aura it radiated was ancient, undeniable. This wasn’t a trick or illusion. It was genuine. Dangerous. Absolute. And exactly the kind of guarantee he needed. + +"Alright," he said, his voice calm but sharp. "What kind of deal are you offering?" + +Aria breathed a subtle sigh of relief. The fact that Max was even entertaining the contract meant she had a chance. "First condition," she began, her voice steady and clear, "is that neither you nor I, nor anyone else involved in what happened inside the citadel, shall disclose any part of it to anyone else. That includes Silus’ death and the results of the trial. If ever there comes a situation where we must talk about the citadel, it cannot include any personal matters or conflicts that took place within." + +Max narrowed his eyes. It was a smart condition. Keep everything buried. No questions. No retaliation. No consequences. A perfect way to cover their own tracks. + +"That part sounds fine," Max said. "But I want to add something of my own. You and the rest of your people—anyone from the Xuan Family who was with you in the citadel—are forbidden from seeking revenge or using underhanded methods against me in the future. No hiring assassins, no whispering to other forces or to your family, no political tricks. Nothing." + +Aria nodded solemnly. "Agreed. I’ll add it to the contract." + +Max tilted his head, thinking for a moment more. Then a glint appeared in his eye. "One last thing," he said. "I plan to leave the Lower Domain and enter the Middle Domain soon. I want you to make that possible. Take me there, safely. You must escort me." + +Aria blinked, a little caught off guard, but then her expression softened into something between respect and resignation. "Fine. I’ll ensure safe passage for you to the Middle Domain. I’ll even take personal responsibility for it." + +"Good," Max said. "Now write it all in. Let’s finish this." + +And so, with mana-infused strokes, they etched every word of the agreement onto the golden parchment. When the terms were fully laid out, both party Max and Aria, Elias including the two commanders reached forward and pressed their fingers to the page. A pulse of brilliant golden light flared, wrapping around their hands, their very souls, then vanished in an instant. + +The deal was sealed. Their souls were bound by the contract. And betrayal would now mean death. + +Aria let out a long breath, the tension in her shoulders finally loosening now that the soul contract was sealed. Truthfully, she had been on edge the entire time. She understood someone like Max all too well. + +He wasn’t like the cautious, calculative types who left loose ends in the name of morality. No—Max was decisive. If pushed to a corner, he would not hesitate to eliminate everyone present, erasing any future threat before it could grow. + +That kind of ruthless mindset wasn’t rare among the true geniuses of the Middle Domain. In fact, it was expected. And Max had just proven that he belonged among them. + +On the other hand, Max also felt a weight lift off his chest. For all his confidence, his one concern before entering the Middle Domain had been the route—how he would get there, whether anyone would try to block his way or create trouble. + +But now, with this deal in place and Aria bound by a soul contract to escort him safely, that path was secured. No more worrying. No more guessing. He could now focus on what mattered—getting stronger and reaching his goals. + +"Alright, I’ll see you all at the entrance to the fourth stage," Max said casually, offering a faint smile before his figure vanished into the forest, swift and silent like a shadow drifting in the wind. + +Aria remained silent for a moment, watching the direction he disappeared toward. Then she turned to Elias, her voice calm. "He was really about to kill you, you know." + +Elias swallowed, his throat dry, the weight of that truth hitting him like a hammer. "Does he not fear anything at all?" he muttered, almost to himself. + +Aria shook her head lightly, her expression unreadable. "That’s how it is. That’s how most real geniuses from the Middle Domain are. Ruthless, fearless, and absolutely determined. He may come from the Lower Domain, but his mind is already honed like ours." + +She paused, then gestured forward. "Come on. We still have time before the door opens. Let’s look for more treasures, but all of you... be careful. The forest ahead isn’t normal." + +The group nodded quietly, no one speaking. A moment later they followed closely behind Aria into the distance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-619.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-619.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e22a0d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-619.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 619: End of Drevon" +slug: "ch-619" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 619 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1462 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just a few more minutes remained before the entrance to the fourth stage of the citadel would open, and already, a large crowd had gathered in anticipation. Most of them belonged to the various factions of the Lower Domain—those brought by Elarion and King Magnar. + +The air around them buzzed with excitement and satisfaction. Smiles lit up their faces, and their expressions were filled with pride and hope. + +Clearly, this third stage had blessed them with significant rewards, fortuitous encounters, and growth beyond expectations. It wasn’t every day that experts from the Lower Domain had access to such opportunities, and they cherished every gain, no matter how small. They were eager to see what awaited in the fourth stage, even more determined to rise higher and prove their worth. + +Amid them, however, stood a lone figure whose aura radiated a very different kind of energy. It was Drevon. His gaze was cold, eyes narrowed with fury. His group—the ones he’d brought with such grand plans—was no more. Max had killed them. All three Commandments who had accompanied him were now dead, leaving him the only survivor of his elite unit. That loss burned deep into his bones. + +Hatred twisted in his heart like a blade. + +He had gained a few treasures and even managed to brush close to the breakthrough into Master Rank, but none of that could extinguish the fire of revenge that burned within him. Every second he spent staring at the happy, relieved faces of the Lower Domain experts was torture. + +He clenched his fists tightly. ’Once I reach Master Rank... I’ll kill every last one of them. Especially him.’ + +Meanwhile, away from the crowd, Max walked calmly toward the gathering entrance. After parting ways with Aria and Elias, he had spent the remaining time exploring the outskirts of the third stage. + +Though he hadn’t encountered any more elaborate trials like the one with the black cube, he still came across several smaller testing zones and treasure rooms. Some had puzzles, others traps, but none were beyond his ability. + +He acquired a decent amount of treasure—several weapons, various energy crystals, a few soul-nourishing herbs, and one or two mysterious items whose functions he couldn’t yet decipher. Most were low to mid-tier artifacts, but there were a few high-ranked ones that made him raise an eyebrow in surprise. + +Though they weren’t groundbreaking, every single find was a step toward greater strength. And at this stage of his journey, every step mattered. + +As he approached the entrance, the atmosphere seemed to shift. Eyes turned toward him—some with awe, others with wariness. Even without trying, Max’s presence had begun to change. Stronger. Sharper. More imposing. The kind of presence that couldn’t be ignored. He walked silently toward the waiting crowd, his gaze calm but alert. He knew the next stage wouldn’t be easy. But he was ready. + +"Expert Rank?!" A sudden cry rang out from the crowd, sharp and loud, instantly grabbing everyone’s attention. + +"That can’t be right!" someone else shouted, voice laced with disbelief. "I clearly remember! His strength was only at the 8th level of Seeker Rank before we entered the third stage!" + +A collective murmur rose like a wave among the people gathered at the entrance to the fourth stage. They all turned, eyes locking on the young man approaching slowly from the distance—Max. A third voice, this one trembling, added in sheer astonishment, "He’s not just in the Expert Rank... he’s already at the 6th level! That’s seven levels above what he was yesterday. A monster... he’s a monster indeed!" + +Gasps rippled through the crowd. Mouths fell open. Expressions twisted from confusion to outright shock. Those who had been celebrating their own small breakthroughs now stood frozen in place, completely forgetting their excitement. + +Some blinked, others rubbed their eyes as if to check whether what they were sensing was some kind of illusion. + +It wasn’t. + +The energy Max was emitting—calm, yet suffused with overwhelming depth and weight—was real. He wasn’t even trying to flaunt it, but the sheer density of his aura made it impossible to ignore. He was clearly in the middle levels of the Expert Rank. + +And it had only been a single day since everyone last saw him at the 8th level of the Seeker Rank. That kind of leap was unheard of. Impossible even. And yet, here he was, walking calmly, quietly, as if nothing had changed, while in reality, everything had. + +Whispers spread like wildfire. + +"He must’ve found some grand inheritance..." + +"Maybe he took down one of the final guardians and absorbed its core..." + +"No... even that wouldn’t explain it. The only thing that makes sense is some mythical opportunity... something ancient..." + +Everyone was thinking the same thing: Max had found something far greater than anything they had encountered in this stage. It made even the greatest treasures and weapons they had obtained feel like scraps in comparison. + +One thing became clear to everyone at that moment—Max was no longer just a promising talent from the Lower Domain. + +He was standing at the same stage as them. + +Max slowly swept his eyes over the crowd, his gaze like a silent pressure that made many lower their heads instinctively. But then his eyes locked onto one person—Drevon. The corner of Max’s lips curled into a cold sneer, his expression mocking, as if he had found something amusing. + +Drevon, already glaring at him, returned the expression with a cruel smile that was dripping with hatred and vengeance. "I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time," Drevon hissed, his voice dark with fury. + +"Waiting for me?" Max chuckled as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Waiting for me to find you and kill you?" + +The crowd stirred, whispers and gasps fluttering in the air. Many remembered clearly—on the second floor, when Max was still at the Seeker Rank, he had dared to directly strike Drevon. Now, standing as an Expert Rank powerhouse, no one dared to mock his confidence. + +In fact, his bold words sent a chill down the spines of those who thought he was arrogant before. After all, Max had always fought far above his level, and with his recent explosive growth, no one could truly guess how strong he had become. + +"Die!" Drevon roared, his emotions boiling over. Blue flames burst from his body like a raging inferno, and his fists ignited with red flames—an aggressive dual-elemental technique that had killed countless before. He shot through the air like a meteor, closing the distance in a blink as he threw a blazing punch straight at Max’s head. + +But what happened next silenced the world. + +Katcha! + +Max didn’t dodge. He didn’t step back. He simply raised his hand and caught Drevon’s flaming punch with his bare palm. + +"Impossible!" Drevon shouted, eyes wide in horror. His red flame-enhanced strike, one that had toppled even top-tier Expert Rank warriors, had been caught effortlessly—as if it were nothing more than a child’s slap. + +"You truly have no idea what’s possible," Max said calmly, his voice low but brimming with a terrifying presence. With that, his body surged with raw power as his 600 Draconic Essences awakened in full force. His entire body, radiating overwhelming might. With a simple clench of his hand, Drevon’s arm shattered like glass. Flesh, bone, flame—all crushed into mush in an instant. + +"AAAHHHH!" Drevon screamed, his pain echoing through the air as blood sprayed.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +Max took a step forward and, without hesitation, grabbed Drevon by the hair, lifting him effortlessly into the air like a broken doll. He stared into Drevon’s terrified eyes and whispered coldly, "You made one mistake... you made me your enemy." + +Then came the end. + +With a devastating punch charged with all his physical strength and the ferocious weight of his bloodline, Max struck Drevon’s chest. + +The body exploded—torn into countless flaming fragments—flesh, bones, and organs reduced to nothingness. All that remained in Max’s hand was Drevon’s head, which he casually incinerated into ashes with a flicker of black flame. + +The rest of Drevon’s body followed, burned to nothing, leaving behind only a single spatial ring, clinking softly as it dropped to the ground. + +Max reached down and picked it up, turning it slowly in his hand. His expression remained composed but thoughtful, as if this was just another step on his path. "As the so-called overlord of the Lower Domain," he murmured, "he was bound to be carrying something worthwhile." + +Not a single person in the crowd dared to speak. Not a breath was heard. Max had turned a dominant force like Drevon into ash in front of their eyes. The same Drevon who had been terrorizing the Lower Domain for decades. He was killed by Max like killing an ant. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-62.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-62.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8977a33 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-62.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 62: Phoenix Order Guild" +slug: "ch-62" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 62 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1295 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Uh, yeah," Max replied blankly, completely taken aback by the woman’s actions. She came in and just fired George like it was nothing. + +"Haha, well, you are indeed a cute one." Sophia chuckled softly, seeing Max’s surprised look. + +"Cute?" Max murmured, his face heating up with embarrassment. He quickly turned his attention away from her, hoping to hide his flustered expression. + +"What about them?" Max asked, quickly pointing toward the other young hunters, eager to change the subject and divert her attention. + +Sophia smiled sweetly and said, "They will be taken care of when the new head of the branch arrives. It won’t take long— a day at most." + +Max glanced at her and shrugged. "Then we can leave if you have nothing to do." + +Sophia nodded, then turned to Ryan and the bald-headed man. "You two will take care of the branch until the new head is assigned." She ordered, her tone authoritative. + +They nodded in unison. "As you say, Miss Sophia." + +Sophia then stood up and turned to Max. "Let’s go." + +Max glanced at her as she moved forward, then shifted his gaze to the young hunters one last time before quickly hurrying to follow behind her. + +The young hunters watched as Max followed the mysterious woman and disappeared from their sight. + +Lyra gazed at the disappearing back of Max, her thoughts unknown. + +--- + +"I thought we were leaving the branch building, but why are we walking deeper inside?" Max muttered out loud. + +Sophia smiled, turning to Max but didn’t say anything as she continued to lead. + +Some time later, they appeared in front of a heavily secured circular dome. Hundreds of people could be seen guarding the area with swords and guns, constantly moving around the dome. + +’What’s inside?’ Max became curious about this place. Of all the places he had seen in the branch of the Phoenix Order guild, only this place was heavily secured by hundreds of soldiers. + +Seeing Sophia coming over, all the soldiers kneeled down and made way for her. + +’Her rank should be high enough to get this much respect,’ Max mused as he followed behind her and entered the dome. + +Inside the dome, there was only one thing: a hemispherical, steadily rotating vortex of blue energy. + +"Is that a portal?" Max asked, turning to Sophia. + +"Correct. Now stand before it," Sophia said, instructing him. + +Max nodded and stood before the portal. + +A robotic voice sounded at that moment. + +[4321, unknown, failed] + +"Override, C-Sophia Ember, U-Max Morgan," Sophia said. + +[Overriding complete.] + +[Max Morgan, 4321, confirmed] + +With that, Max disappeared into the portal. + +Sophia pondered for a moment before she also stood beside the portal. + +[Sophia Ember, 987, confirmed] + +With those robotic words, she also disappeared, just like Max. + +--- + +Max suddenly found himself standing on concrete ground, surrounded by vast, open plains. The sun blazed high above in the clear blue sky, casting sharp shadows across the area. + +Around him, hundreds of hunters of various ages moved about, each engrossed in their own tasks, creating a bustling yet focused atmosphere. + +Behind him stood a glowing blue portal, almost the size of a small building. + +"Surprised?" Sophia’s voice came from behind at that moment. + +Max nodded at her. + +"Haha," Sophia chuckled softly, glancing forward. "Look, your dear ’friend’ has arrived." + +Max felt strange at her tone, but he did see Alice coming toward them, with Amy quietly following behind her. + +"Max, you came." Alice smiled upon arriving before him. + +"Well, I always wanted to come here, so it’s no big deal." Max replied calmly. + +Sophia looked at the two of them and shook her head before saying, "Alice, take Max to my department." + +"Let’s go." Alice led Max in a certain direction, with Amy following behind them. + +Sophia gazed at their disappearing backs, lost in thought. + +--- + +"Take this." Alice tossed Max a small book on the way. + +"What’s this?" Max asked, catching it. + +"It’s a book about the main branch," Alice explained briefly. "All new members of the guild receive these books to help them navigate the area. Our Phoenix Order is more like a small city, and people often get lost here." + +Max nodded and put it away. + +As Alice explained some more basic things about the guild to Max, they arrived in front of a huge entrance. Many people could be seen coming and going through the entrance. + +Max noticed a huge board where ’Arcane Order’ was written in glowing golden flames. + +"This is the department handled by Big Sis Sophia," Alice introduced, looking at Max. "If you want to control flames and learn more about it, then this is the best department for you." + +Max nodded and said with a smile, "I indeed want to learn more about controlling flames and such." + +"Let’s go then." Alice nodded, leading Max inside the Arcane Order department. There, she introduced Max to the many perks and features of the department before they arrived in front of a small crowd. + +"Look at this kid… I’ve never seen him before." + +"Yeah, it’s a new face for sure." + +Stay tuned for updates on empire + +"It seems Miss Alice has brought him here." + +"How could Miss Alice hang out with someone at level 6 of Novice Rank?" + +The crowd murmured as they caught sight of a new face. They were even more surprised to see Alice accompanying a nameless kid. + +Just then, an old lady emerged from the crowd and approached Max and Alice. Her long white hair was neatly tied back, and her smooth skin gave her a youthful appearance. The only indication of her age was the wooden stick she leaned on for support. + +"Alice, who is this kid?" She asked, her tone strict. + +"Grandma Yu, this is Max Morgan," Alice said respectfully, introducing Max. "He is here on the recommendation of Big Sis Sophia." + +"Her?" Grandma Yu looked between Max and Alice with a deep frown, as if understanding something, before turning to Max. "This is the department where one learns about controlling flames. Show me if you have flames or not." + +Max nodded and activated his level 10 Flame Creation skill. Flames erupted in both of his hands, their intense heat casting a soft, flickering glow that illuminated his face. + +"Hmm, a skill around level 7? Or is it 8?" Grandma Yu nodded in satisfaction and said to Max. "You are eligible to enter this department, but there is one more test left before you can truly join the Arcane Order. However, for that, you’ll have to wait for a few minutes." + +After that, Grandma Yu turned to the crowd surrounding them and asked loudly, "Those who have lost 5 times in a row in the Battle Realm, come forward." + +Hearing her words, many hunters in the crowd, from young to old, began trembling nonstop. They lowered their heads and refused to look back at her. + +"What’s happening?" Max asked, whispering to Alice. He became very curious about the scene in front of him. + +Alice smiled teasingly and said, "Watch closely; someday, maybe you will also have to go through this situation." + +Max sweated nervously. From her words, he understood that it wasn’t something most people here would look forward to doing. + +Just then, eleven people came forward and stood in front of Grandma Yu. They were trembling in fear, their bodies visibly shaking as they exchanged nervous glances. + +Grandma Yu gazed at all eleven people before her, her eyes cold and unblinking. With a sudden movement, her stick tapped the ground. + +Stack! Stack! Stack! + +In an instant, all eleven of them groaned in extreme pain. Red, swollen marks appeared on their hands, as if the stick had struck them, even though it hadn’t touched their skin. They staggered, clutching their hands, their faces contorted in agony. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-620.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-620.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df081ed --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-620.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 620: A Hall of Inheritances" +slug: "ch-620" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 620 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +King Magnar, Kate, Ralph, and all the leaders of Valora Continent stood frozen in utter disbelief, their eyes locked on the space where Drevon had just been reduced to ashes. + +For years—no, for decades—they had feared that man. He was the storm cloud that loomed over their future, the shadow that lingered even during moments of peace. + +And now, right before their eyes, that very nightmare had been ended. Not by an army. Not by a great alliance. But by a single young man. By Max. Swiftly. Effortlessly. Brutally. They could hardly believe what they had witnessed. The figure they had dreaded for so long, who had ruled the central region with blood and terror, had been wiped out like a fly crushed under a boot. + +The elves from the Lost Continent, too, stood in stunned silence. Elarion and the others who had seen firsthand what kind of disaster Drevon could bring felt an indescribable wave of shock. The battles they had fought, the blood they had lost, the endless strategies they’d devised to try and handle him—all of it had never amounted to anything. + +They had never been able to truly touch him. But Max... he had not only touched him—he had completely destroyed him. A threat to the entire Lower Domain, gone, in mere moments. + +Max didn’t seem to care about their reactions. He was calm, composed, as if he’d only done what needed to be done. After taking a brief moment to inspect the contents of Drevon’s spatial ring, he casually put it away, then raised his head and turned toward King Magnar. + +His eyes were steady, his voice powerful and resolute. "After we’re done with the citadel," he said, "I will help you all completely erase the existence of Monarch from the central region. It’s time they paid for their crimes." + +Every word struck like thunder. There was no arrogance in his tone—only resolve. A decision made. A promise of destruction. + +Max didn’t want to leave behind anything unfinished in the Lower Domain. This was where he had risen, where he had bled, where he had fought, where he had grown up. And now that he was preparing to step into the greater world, he refused to let another Drevon fester in the shadows, rising from the rot of a broken Monarch. + +He would crush them to the root. He would make sure that no remnant remained. + +King Magnar and the others nodded solemnly, but none of them said a word. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. + +Max’s promise to annihilate the remnants of Monarch had left a deep impression on everyone present. They could only quietly agree, feeling the magnitude of the changes unfolding right before their eyes. + +Just then, four more figures arrived at the entrance to the fourth stage—Aria, Elias, and the two commanders from the Xuan Family. Their expressions were complex, especially Elias, whose face still showed traces of lingering bitterness. + +Aria, meanwhile, kept her gaze cool and cautious, saying nothing as she stood beside her companions. Their arrival marked the end of the wait, and at last, the entrance to the fourth stage creaked open before them. + +"Let’s go," Max said, his tone calm but firm as he stepped forward. Without hesitation, the others followed behind him. + +*** + +The fourth stage, to everyone’s surprise, was surprisingly simple in structure. As they stepped through the portal, they found themselves inside a vast rectangular hall made entirely of stone, lit with a soft ambient glow. + +The air was calm and silent, yet everyone could sense that this room was not as peaceful as it appeared. At the very front of the hall stood another massive door, clearly the path to the final stage of the citadel. + +But before anyone could even take a step further, something unexpected happened. + +Hundreds of small glowing orbs suddenly materialized in the air around them. Each one shimmered in a unique color—red, gold, blue, violet, green, white—forming a mesmerizing display of light. They floated freely, swirling across the hall like curious spirits. + +The atmosphere immediately shifted, and all eyes turned to the orbs as their gentle glow bathed the crowd. + +Max glanced at the lights and raised his voice so everyone could hear. "Each of these glowing orbs contains an inheritance—techniques, laws, or special arts. But you cannot chase them. You must wait for the one that resonates with you. Only those that recognize you will approach." + +Everyone nodded, still captivated by the sight. Without delay, people began to spread out and try their luck. + +A group of elves approached the lights curiously, their hands reaching out to catch them. + +But as soon as they did, the glowing orbs darted away like startled birds. They tried again—faster this time—but the result was the same. Every orb they reached for quickly flew out of range, shimmering mockingly as it spun away. + +"What is this?" one of the elves muttered in frustration. "They’re running from us." + +"Yeah, I tried to grab three already. They just zip away like they’re alive." + +"They’re too fast... I can’t even touch one!" + +A murmur spread through the crowd as more people realized the same thing. No matter how fast or how strong they were, the glowing lights would not allow themselves to be taken. + +Then, a soft gasp came from one of the elven girls. She stood perfectly still, eyes wide as one of the lights floated gently toward her. Unlike the others, it didn’t run—it hovered around her patiently, as if studying her. + +"It’s not running this time..." she whispered. + +Tentatively, she stretched out her hand. + +The orb slowly descended and landed softly in her palm. + +Everyone watched in stunned silence. + +Max gave a faint nod. "That’s how it works. These inheritances aren’t things you choose. They choose you. So don’t try to force it. Just wait. The one meant for you will come on its own." + +A new understanding spread through the hall. The excitement didn’t dim—it only grew more intense. One by one, the participants stilled themselves, eyes locked on the colorful lights as they waited for fate to come to them. + +Aria’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of curiosity flashing within them as she glanced toward Max. How did he know such precise details about the fourth stage? The glowing lights, the nature of the inheritances—they were all things no one had explained, and yet Max had spoken with certainty. + +But she didn’t ask. Aria had learned long ago that some things were better left unquestioned, especially when it came to people like Max. People who were too mysterious, too powerful, and too dangerous when cornered. + +As more time passed, the spacious hall filled with a quiet tension. Everyone had begun to settle into the rhythm of the stage, eyes fixed on the orbs of light, hearts focused on seeking the one that resonated with them. It wasn’t about chasing anymore. It was about being chosen. + +Aria, Elias, and the two commanders from the Xuan Family were no exception. They each stood in separate corners, watching the lights float around them, some hovering curiously, some still darting away. Their breathing slowed, their minds focused. The entire hall had fallen into a solemn silence, broken only by the occasional breath or soft footstep. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-621.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-621.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3ca19b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-621.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 621: Back from the dead" +slug: "ch-621" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 621 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1258 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max, too, stood still, his expression calm and unreadable. But internally, he was anything but passive. His Three Dimensional Body ability had expanded his perception outward like an invisible net, covering the entirety of the glowing chamber. Every glowing orb, every movement, every whisper of aura was within his reach. + +And in that instant, he could feel it—several of the glowing lights subtly resonating with his presence, swaying just a bit closer to him than the others. There wasn’t just one. There were dozens. Yet, Max didn’t move. + +He knew something others didn’t—he had observed. From how the others interacted with the lights, it was clear: each person could only take one inheritance. Just one. That made his decision critical. With so many that acknowledged him, he had to be cautious. He needed to find the one that didn’t just suit his power, but elevated it. + +The one inheritance that resonated with his very soul and offered the highest value in return. And so, while others rushed or stumbled into their choice, Max stood patiently, silently scanning through the countless possibilities, letting his instincts—and his Three Dimensional perception—guide him toward the one inheritance that could be most suitable for him. + +And so, time trickled by, slow and silent like the drift of ancient sand through an hourglass. All around the hall, excited murmurs and gasps began to ripple through the once-quiet space. + +Experts from the Lower Domain, many of whom had only heard of inheritances in legends passed down by their elders, were now claiming them with trembling hands and tearful joy. + +Some leapt up with uncontained excitement, overwhelmed at the thought of gaining an inheritance that would shape their cultivation path for decades to come. + +Others accepted orbs more quietly, their expressions mixed with satisfaction and curiosity—even if the inheritance wasn’t perfect, it was still a blessing beyond anything they had ever imagined. In a world where inheritances were nearly extinct, to walk away with one was a miracle in itself. + +Amid the pockets of celebration and murmured gratitude, Aria, Elias, and the two Xuan Family commanders were visibly content. Each of them now held a soft glow between their hands, proof that they had secured an inheritance that resonated with their path. + +Their eyes gleamed with quiet ambition. Though they didn’t speak, a subtle glance was enough to know—they were pleased. They had not come to the citadel for nothing. + +But while others found their treasures and destinies, Max remained still. Silent. Eyes closed. Alone. + +Surrounded by thousands of floating lights, he stood unmoving, like a lone figure lost in a sea of stars. His breathing was steady, his expression calm, but his aura—subtle, unreadable—was filled with quiet intensity. + +It wasn’t hesitation that held him in place. It was precision. He wasn’t looking for just any inheritance. He was waiting for the right one. The perfect one. + +And then, without warning, an hour passed—and his eyes snapped open. + +Sharp and clear, golden irises glowed with resolve. In a blink, his figure vanished. With the eerie silence of a ghost, he reappeared at the center of the hall, before a single glowing orb that hovered alone like it had been waiting for him all along. It didn’t shine the brightest, nor was it the most elaborate. + +But to Max, it felt... alive. As though it breathed in sync with his heart. The connection was undeniable. + +He didn’t hesitate. + +Lifting his hand, he reached forward and grasped the orb. It didn’t resist. Instead, it shrank into a small, pulsing ball of light that floated gently in his palm. Without a second thought, Max crushed it between his fingers. + +Snap. + +The moment it broke, a ray of radiant light burst forth and shot directly into his forehead, flooding his mind with overwhelming brilliance. The entire hall pulsed for a moment, and those nearby turned toward Max instinctively, feeling a ripple of pressure pass through the space. + +But Max didn’t flinch. + +’It’s not an inheritance but a sword art,’ Max thought, his brows knitting together in a light frown. + +He had expected something grand—some ancient bloodline technique, or a hidden legacy from a long-forgotten realm. But it was only a sword art. Yet as he stood there, letting the realization sink in, he slowly exhaled and shook his head with a small, thoughtful smile. + +No—it made sense. + +His Concept of Severing Sword was the sharpest edge in his arsenal. It was devastating, pure, and lethal... but also the one he understood the least. It wasn’t because it lacked power—it was because he hadn’t yet earned the depth that concept demanded. + +Sword intent, after all, wasn’t built on instinct alone. It required discipline. Repetition. Experience. + +’Foundation before peak.’ He remembered that phrase clearly, spoken once by an old swordmaster in the Phoenix Order guild. At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it. + +But now, he understood. To truly grasp the full meaning of Severing Sword, he needed to sharpen his fundamentals—to master not one, but many sword arts. Each form, each stance, each flow would be another stroke added to the painting that was his comprehension. + +Only through thousands of cuts, slashes, and strikes could he forge an understanding strong enough to contain the savage precision of Severing. + +So no—this sword art wasn’t a disappointment. It was the first step toward something far greater. + +Eyes gleaming with determination, Max let the memory of the sword art settle into his mind like a carved engraving. ’This is good,’ he thought. ’One step at a time. I’ll cut my way forward.’ + +"What are those?!" Elias’s voice rang out sharp and stunned, slicing through the silence like a blade. + +Max’s ears perked instantly, his gaze snapping toward Elias, his senses flaring with alertness. He frowned, unsure what could have caused such a reaction from someone normally so composed. + +Turning his head toward the entrance of the fourth stage, Max’s eyes narrowed at the scene unfolding before them. + +There, standing like shadows resurrected from the past, were four familiar figures—Nortan, and the three Commandants of Monarch whom Max had personally slain back on the second floor of the citadel. Their presence was like a cold slap to the face. + +Yet something was deeply wrong. + +They didn’t move like the proud and fierce warriors they once were. They stood unnaturally still, as if held up by invisible strings. Their limbs hung lifelessly, their bodies swayed slightly like they were being blown by an unseen force, and the expressions on their faces... they were vacant, utterly devoid of emotion.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +The most disturbing part was their eyes—pitch black voids that swallowed all light, giving no trace of soul, consciousness, or even rage. There was nothing human in them anymore. + +Puppet-like. Hollow. Reanimated. + +The sight unsettled the others in the hall too, as whispers of shock and confusion echoed around Max. A chill ran down his spine—not from fear, but from the unknown. What force had the power to bring back the dead in this way? Who was playing with corpses like tools? And more importantly, why bring back the ones those were dead? + +Many questions ran through Max’s mind like a storm, each crashing into the next, but among them all, one stood out like a screaming alarm—why was the infernal energy inside his body reacting so violently to their presence? It wasn’t just a faint stir or a flicker of awareness. + +No, it was a full-blown upheaval, a furious, uncontrollable thrashing deep within him, as if the energy itself recognized something dreadful in those resurrected corpses. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-622.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-622.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8a6470f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-622.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 622: Remnants of the Devil God Nation" +slug: "ch-622" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 622 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’What’s going on?’ Max was truly shaken now, his thoughts racing. ’Is this done by Mark? Or is he here right now?’ That was the only explanation that made sense. After all, the infernal energy coursing through his body—powerful and chaotic—had originated from Mark himself. + +Only Mark’s presence could make it react like this, roaring with instinctive rage and fear like a wild animal recognizing its master—or its executioner. + +"Everyone! Step back!" Max shouted with urgency, his voice sharp and laced with anxiety. The crowd instantly obeyed, sensing the gravity in his tone. They quickly retreated to the far end of the hall, fear flickering in their eyes. + +Max narrowed his gaze at the four puppet-like figures at the entrance—Nortan, and the three Commandants. "I killed all four of them before," he said firmly to Elias and Aria, not taking his eyes off the walking corpses. + +"Are you sure?" Elias asked with a deep frown. His eyes darkened as he stared at the figures, his fingers tightening around his sword. "They don’t look very dead." + +"I’m very sure," Max replied coldly. "But just in case—they’ll die again." + +With that, Max raised his hand. A wave of mana surged out as he activated his Magic Sword Barrage skill. In an instant, hundreds of glowing blue swords formed in the air around him, each one buzzing with condensed energy. They shot forward in a storm, like a meteor rain of death, all aimed at the lifeless figures standing still. + +But just before impact, the four bodies suddenly dissolved into pools of thick, red blood, completely evading the attacks. The swords pierced nothing but empty air, crashing into the floor behind. + +"What?" Max’s eyes widened in disbelief, stunned by what he had just seen. + +Even Elias and Aria were speechless, staring at the pools of blood as if seeing a nightmare unfold. The blood rippled unnaturally... then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the pools faded into nothingness—evaporating like mist under the morning sun. + +"It’s gone," Elias muttered, frowning deeply. His voice was hollow, shaken. "This... this is one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever seen." + +Aria looked around warily. "What was that? That was no illusion. I could feel the aura from them—real aura." + +Only Max remained still, his Three Dimensional Body fully activated, scanning every corner, every shadow of the hall with his heightened awareness. But there was nothing. No blood. No presence. Not even a single lingering wisp of energy. It was like they had never been there in the first place. + +’My infernal energy has also calmed down,’ Max thought, narrowing his eyes as he felt the storm within him go still. The same seething infernal energy that had surged with chaos just moments ago had now returned to silence, as if nothing had ever happened. + +The strange pressure had vanished the instant those four figures—whatever they truly were—disappeared. ’If this wasn’t Mark’s doing, then what else could possibly make my infernal energy react so violently?’ The question rang through his head. + +But he soon let out a quiet breath, scanning his own body inwardly. There it was—his infernal energy, no longer wild, but obedient and still, flowing in perfect harmony with the rest of his powers. Controlled. Contained. Fully under the dominance of his Unholy Trinity Body. + +The twelve-layered infernal demon tattoo etched across his right hand palm, once the very thing that regulated this energy, now served merely as a symbol—an echo of his past self. + +He didn’t need it anymore. The infernal energy wasn’t something borrowed, something sealed within him by external force. Not anymore. It was his now. As natural to him as mana. As blood. + +In the time Max spent inside the Tower of Truth, immersed in relentless training, he began to notice something profound—his control over the infernal energy was becoming increasingly refined with every passing moment. + +What had once been a violent, unpredictable force within him had started to move at his command, responding not with resistance, but with obedience. + +At first, he thought it was just familiarity or adaptation or his relentless training of not losing control to it that allowed the slow control over it, but the deeper he delved into his power, the more he began to understand it was due to the true nature of his Unholy Trinity Body. + +His physique wasn’t just a vessel—that could hold all types of energy—it was a dominator, a sovereign force that could assert absolute control over any type of energy, so long as that energy remained within him for a prolonged period of time. + +That realization struck him like a lightning bolt. The infernal energy, once a wild beast tethered only by the demonic seal of the twelve-layered infernal demon tattoo, had slowly but surely become part of him. + +Not borrowed. Not restricted. His. Just like mana, just like every breath of strength he used. The tattoo that once kept the infernal energy bound and manageable had lost all meaning—it was no longer the master, no longer the key. + +Over time, with discipline and his body’s natural evolution, the seal had become nothing more than a relic. Max now wielded infernal energy as easily as he did mana, manipulating it with the same fluidity and ease, the same sharpness and precision. + +He didn’t just control it anymore. He commanded it. + +And yet, despite that complete control... despite that unity... it had gone berserk. + +Max’s brows furrowed in confusion. + +If it wasn’t Mark, then what was it? + +He stood there, silent and still, a figure of calm, but his thoughts swirled in relentless doubt. ’Was it a remnant? A fragment? A projection of Mark’s will? Or something even older than him? Something buried deep in the roots of citadel itself?’ + +Whatever it was, it had been enough to shake the foundations of the infernal energy that was now part of Max’s very being. + +And that was not something he could ignore. + +"Do you know something about it?" Aria asked, her voice cautious as she watched the solemn expression darken Max’s face. Something about his silence unsettled her—like he was connecting threads no one else could see. + +Max slowly shook his head. "I have no idea what exactly that was," he admitted, his tone calm but heavy. "But let me ask you this—do you think it could be related to the Devil God Bloodline?" + +The moment those words left his mouth, Aria’s expression visibly changed. She wasn’t surprised he knew—deep down, she had expected it. Only Silus had knowledge of the Devil God Bloodline and the secrets of the five stages of the citadel aside from her and Elias. + +From the looks of it, Max had gotten his hands on all those information from Silus somehow. She sighed, resigning herself to the fact that Max had likely extracted everything already. + +"It could be," she finally said after a long pause, her voice quieter than before. "The Devil God Nation was infamous for its demonic rituals—things that involved blood sacrifices, body mutilation, soul tampering... even corpse reanimation. Whatever happened just now—it had all the signs. The black eyes, the blood dissolving, the sudden disappearance—it wasn’t natural. And since this is the citadel left behind by Divine King Atherion, who once ruled the Devil God Nation, I wouldn’t be surprised if remnants of those twisted practices still linger here. So yes... it’s more or less true. That might very well be part of the Devil God Bloodline’s legacy." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-623.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-623.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b7e7d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-623.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 623: The Final Stage" +slug: "ch-623" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 623 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1238 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max fell silent, his brows slightly furrowed as he sank into deep thought. Aria’s explanation made sense, and that in itself made things far more complicated than he had originally believed. + +If what she said was true—if the strange blood ritual and those black-eyed figures were remnants of the Devil God Nation—then something ancient and dangerous was still lurking in this citadel. + +But what disturbed him most wasn’t just the eerie display. It was the reaction of the infernal energy within him. That wild, primal agitation. The restlessness of infernal energy. + +He had received his infernal energy through the cursed tattoo of the Infernal Demon that Mark had forcefully etched onto his body. That mark had nearly killed him once, but over time, he’d subdued it. + +Mark had claimed the entire Mourning Depths was overflowing with infernal energy because a fragment of his own soul had been sealed there. That could only mean one thing—the infernal energy didn’t come from some universal force. It wasn’t some external power drawn from nature or dimension. It was Mark. It originated from him. He was the source of the infernal energy inside Max. + +And yet... why did that same infernal energy—the one that was now entirely under Max’s control thanks to his Unholy Trinity Body—respond so violently to the arrival of those black-eyed puppets if they were from the Devil God Nation? + +He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. He ran through the possibilities in his mind, connecting threads that refused to tie together. + +If the infernal energy was born from Mark, and Mark was in no way tied to the Devil God Nation—or so Max thought—then the only plausible explanation left was far more unsettling. + +’Whoever was possessing Mark... whoever was truly sealed in the Mourning Depths... might be from the Devil God Nation.’ He thought. Perhaps even its last surviving shadow. A being from an age lost to time, now hiding behind Mark’s face. + +That thought sent a chill through Max’s spine, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find another explanation. For now, he had no proof. + +Shaking his head, Max decided not to think anymore. The mysteries surrounding Mark were becoming increasingly tangled, each answer only leading to more questions. And now, with the Devil God Nation being added into the mix, the puzzle had grown even deeper. + +Still, Max believed that if he ever wanted the full picture—if he truly wanted to uncover who or what Mark really was—then the answer would lie within the Four God Nation. That place... the most powerful place in all of Acaris, where legends walked the land and godly bloodlines ruled... if anywhere held the key, it would be there. + +After all Mark was the strongest being in all of Acaris wielding the power of a god and so, only the Four God Nation which as mysterious as Mark could know about the mysteries surrounding him. + +Pulling his gaze away from the crowd still murmuring about the strange event, Max turned to face them fully. His voice was calm, but commanding. + +"It’s better if only I enter the fifth stage of the citadel," he said. His tone left little room for argument. "You all saw what happened. Those blood puppets—there might be more waiting in the final stage. And if that’s true, things won’t be as simple as before. I don’t want to put any of you at risk. I can take care of myself if something happens." + +King Magnar and the other leaders exchanged glances before nodding silently. Truth be told, they had already reaped rewards beyond their expectations. The citadel had given them more than they ever received from the past few explorations. For them, pushing further wasn’t worth gambling their lives. + +Max’s eyes then turned to Aria and Elias. "What about you two?" he asked, curious if they’d insist on following. Though he hoped—no, wanted—Elias and Aria to remain behind in the fourth stage. It wasn’t just caution or arrogance that drove his decision; it was genuine concern. + +The appearance of those blood puppets had left a mark on his thoughts, an unsettling unease that refused to fade. + +The strength those puppets possessed was no joke. Even Max, with his Three Dimensional Body, had trouble tracking their movements at first. He couldn’t pin down their exact level of power, but one thing was clear—they were definitely above the Expert Rank. Possibly far beyond. + +That’s why he’d hoped Elias and Aria would hold the line. They were the strongest among the group besides him, and if something went wrong in the fourth stage, only they had the ability to protect the others. + +He’d taken the responsibility of facing whatever lay in the fifth stage upon himself, but deep inside, he didn’t want to leave the rest vulnerable. + +Aria met Elias’ gaze briefly, then looked back at Max. "As you wish," she said, her voice serious. "The fifth stage... it should be where the legacy of the Devil God Bloodline is hidden. That alone makes it the most dangerous part of this entire citadel. So if you’re going, be cautious. No matter what happens inside, under no circumstances should you interact with anything suspicious. Don’t touch anything unless you’re sure." + +Max gave a simple nod, his expression calm but resolute. "I’ll keep that in mind." + +With that, he turned away from the others and strode towards the massive doors that marked the entrance to the final, fifth stage of the citadel. + +As the last and most secretive floor, it didn’t follow the same restrictions as the previous ones—no group requirement, no waiting. Anyone who had reached this far could enter alone if they dared. And Max... he dared. + +With one strong push, the ancient doors creaked open. A low hum echoed from within, like a whisper from the past. Max stepped through without hesitation. The instant his figure vanished into the darkness beyond, the great doors rumbled shut behind him with a heavy finality. + +And then—something happened. + +Before anyone in the fourth stage could even process what had just occurred, everything around them suddenly shifted. + +The rectangular hall blurred, the glowing inheritance lights flickered, and a strange, pulling sensation overtook everyone at once. No time to react, no time to prepare. It felt like being yanked by space itself. + +And then— + +The warm sunlight kissed their skin. A soft breeze blew through the air. The sky stretched high and clear above them. + +"We’re... outside?" someone gasped in disbelief. + +All around them, stunned experts from various factions looked around with wide eyes. They stood in the air—the ancient plains below the floating fortress—but now the colossal structure hovered silently in the sky before them, just as it had days ago. + +"What happened? We didn’t even feel a thing!" + +"Did the citadel... throw us out?" + +"I thought the fifth stage would still take time to open!" + +Murmurs spread like wildfire. Even the most experienced leaders—King Magnar, Elarion, Ralph—looked equally confused. The sudden ejection had been seamless and absolute. + +One moment they were inside the citadel, trying to comprehend the blood puppet incident; the next, they were back outside, the events behind them like a fading dream. + +Elias stared up at the citadel, his brows furrowed in deep thought. "So that’s it. Only Max remained inside." + +Aria crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. "He chose to enter alone," she said softly. "Now... all we can do is wait." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-624.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-624.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4bc58ad --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-624.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 624: Devil God Transformation" +slug: "ch-624" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 624 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1297 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The fifth and final stage of the citadel was unlike anything Max had expected. It wasn’t vast or ornate like the other stages. Instead, it was a simple circular hall, dimly lit, and strangely quiet—almost like a sealed archive lost in time. + +Shelves lined the curved walls, filled with old books, crumbling scrolls, ink-stained pens, and dusty artifacts. The scent of age and forgotten knowledge hung thick in the air. Yet none of that truly captured Max’s attention. + +Two things stood out immediately, demanding his full focus. + +At the very center of the hall, enclosed in a perfectly clear spherical vessel, hovered a single drop of crimson blood. It pulsed faintly with a rhythm that echoed like a heartbeat, casting an eerie red glow on the white marble floor beneath it. + +Even without touching it, Max could feel its power. It wasn’t just blood—this was divine, filled with energy so dense it felt like it could collapse space around it. + +Most importantly, Max felt his entire infernal energy tumbling up and down in the presence of this blood. It was reacting very violently to the drop of blood in front of him. + +But what truly sent a shiver down his spine was the figure locked in a large rectangular chamber on the far side of the room. Tall and imposing, the figure was frozen inside a thick glass-like casing. Countless black wires and rusting tubes were coiled around it, connected to strange machines that hummed weakly, as though barely alive after all this time. + +Max stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. + +The figure... its entire body was pitch black, a complete void of color, like it had been forged from shadow itself. Glowing red lines crisscrossed its body like veins of molten lava, pulsating softly beneath the surface. And on its head—two sharp, curving horns jutted out, giving it the unmistakable presence of something not born of this world. + +It was humanoid. Almost. But wrong. + +Its face was what truly made Max step back. It wasn’t a blank surface like the Nulls—those terrifying beings of destruction that devoured without mercy. This one had a face. A grotesque, demonic face. Twisted, scarred, snarling in frozen fury. + +"This...!" Max’s voice caught in his throat. "This isn’t just a Null. It’s... something else. Something far worse." + +Lost in thought, Max’s eyes slowly drifted away from the frozen figure and toward the numerous shelves that lined the edges of the circular hall. Dust clung thickly to the bindings, and many of the books looked worn with time, their pages yellowed and spines cracked. + +But there was a strange pull to them, as if each one contained fragments of a forgotten era. Curiosity stirred within him. He stepped closer and began scanning the shelves, running his fingers across the titles etched in ancient ink. + +There were volumes on countless topics—records of obscure power systems, deep theories on the three eternal paths of cultivation: the Soul, the Physique, and the Energy. Others discussed ancient techniques, long-lost bloodlines, and even cosmic laws that Max had never heard of. + +The knowledge stored here was not just vast—it was sacred. Max simply stored all these books in his storage space. + +Then his eyes landed on something different. "A diary?" he murmured, pulling it out gently. It was thinner than the other books and bound in old leather, faded and soft with age. Unlike the rigid tomes, this felt personal. + +He opened it, flipping past a few blank pages until handwritten entries began. As he read, the handwriting painted a picture of pain, madness, brilliance, and despair. It spoke of experiments with forbidden bloodlines, of an empire ruled through fear, and of a final project meant to defy death itself. + +But what Max didn’t see—what escaped his attention in the eerie quiet—was the small, silent pool of blood that had begun to seep into the chamber. Like a living thing, it slithered across the floor with no sound, no warning. It reached the frozen pod and slowly began to flow into the cracks and mechanical gaps of the chamber, disappearing into its structure like water absorbed by dry earth. + +Max closed the diary, his face solemn and disturbed. Whatever he had just read—it confirmed his fears. + +The diary spoke of horrors—cold, clinical cruelty masked behind the ambition of a king. Max’s fingers tightened around the leather-bound pages as he read through the passages that outlined Divine King Atherion’s experiments on his own people, people who bore the Devil God Bloodline. + +According to the records, those who inherited this unique bloodline were capable of entering a state called the Devil God Transformation—a partial transformation that altered only their bodies, granting them immense power while keeping their heads untouched. This transformation offered a boost in physical strength, energy output, and resilience, but it was still, in Atherion’s eyes, incomplete. + +Dissatisfied with the half-baked power and convinced that the Devil God Bloodline was capable of much more, Atherion took it upon himself to unlock its full potential through gruesome experimentation. + +Some subjects were forced to maintain the transformation state for years, never allowed to revert. + +Others were denied it entirely, their bloodline suppressed through brutal means. And then there were those poor souls who were infused with concentrated blood essence—an attempt to artificially heighten the purity of their Devil God Bloodline. + +It was during these twisted trials that Atherion finally unearthed a painful truth: the Devil God Bloodline, as it existed in humans, was inherently flawed. It was a fragmented inheritance, a diluted version of something far more powerful. True, complete Devil God Bloodline couldn’t be sustained by a human body; it would destroy the host from within. The power was simply too immense for a mortal vessel. + +That, he theorized, was the reason why only partial transformation was possible—why the head, the core of consciousness, remained untouched. To transform it would invite madness... or death. And yet, that same bloodline brought with it an inescapable curse. Those who carried it often fell into bloodlust, violence, and demonic cultivation paths. + +It wasn’t coincidence or choice—it was embedded into their very blood, their nature corrupted by the remnants of a god too cruel and ancient to be understood. + +But even after uncovering the deadly truth, Divine King Atherion didn’t stop. If anything, the revelation only deepened his obsession. He became hellbent on unlocking the true potential of the Devil God Bloodline, no matter the cost. His mind, already twisted by ambition, began treading into realms of insanity as he pushed past the natural limits of human endurance and spiritual control. + +And eventually, he succeeded—or so he believed. Through a forbidden fusion of alchemy, soul binding, and demonic rituals, he created the Complete Devil God Transformation—a terrifying state in which a human bearing the Devil God Bloodline could fully transform, head and body alike. + +But the cost was catastrophic. The moment the transformation completed, the human within would cease to exist. The soul would be devoured, the mind erased, leaving behind only a husk—a demonic vessel ruled by the pure, unfiltered bloodline itself. These beings could no longer return to their original form. + +Even in death, they remained twisted monsters, driven only by the instinctual madness of the bloodline. And that frozen figure in the rectangular chamber... that was one such abomination. Max now understood. That wasn’t just a failed experiment—that was the pinnacle of Atherion’s ambition. + +A man who had fully undergone the Complete Devil God Transformation and in doing so, lost everything that made him human. His skin pitch black, red lines pulsing like veins of fire, horns curled like ancient demons, and yet a faint trace of sorrow clung to the form—as though, somewhere deep within, a ghost of the man who once was still screamed in silence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-625.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-625.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5fcca1c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-625.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 625: A Change" +slug: "ch-625" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 625 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1228 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But Atherion had been unwilling to destroy his greatest creation. Instead of putting it to death, he chose to preserve it—freezing the demonic being in a suspended prison deep within the citadel. + +A monument to his madness. + +A reminder of what lay at the end of his pursuit for perfection. + +"This Devil God Transformation and Null Transformation are oddly familiar. In both cases, one would lose their true self... but in the Devil God Transformation, it was instant—the moment they transformed, the human side of them would die. The Null Transformation, however... it could still be controlled, at least for a time," Max muttered to himself, his thoughts heavy as he stood in the eerie stillness of the final stage. + +The parallels were too strong to ignore. He recalled what Blob had said—that the Witch of the North once mentioned Ascendants who could undergo the Null Transformation had their physiques altered using just a single drop of blood from Mark. + +And the Nulls themselves? Beings birthed from the remnants of Mark’s body after it had been sealed away... That meant every Null, every Ascendant who had undergone that grotesque shift, carried a piece of Mark within them. It explained a lot—the unnatural strength, the overwhelming transformation, the madness. But it also raised a question Max couldn’t shake. What was Mark? + +Why did he possess infernal energy so potent that just a scratch of his essence could reforge human physiology? Why was a drop of his blood enough to spark such monstrous evolution? What made him so special? A god? A monster? Or something else altogether? + +And then there was the Devil God Bloodline. It didn’t belong among the Four Divine Bloodlines—the blessings passed down from the sacred beasts: the Dragon, Phoenix, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise. Those were hailed as divine, the cornerstones of the Four God Nation. + +But the Devil God Bloodline... it was an anomaly. A curse in the form of power. A hunger that twisted the soul and birthed monsters. Where did it come from? What being—what entity—had given rise to it? + +"A devil?" Max whispered, brows furrowed. The term ’devil’ wasn’t foreign in Acaris. It was the title given to those who lost themselves in lust for strength, who drowned in blood and madness for the sake of more power—people like Drevon. + +But was there something more literal to it? Was there truly a Devil... a real, ancient being whose bloodline had seeped into humanity like a poison gift? If so... how was it tied to Mark? And why did the infernal energy—his infernal energy—resonate so violently with the Devil God remnants? + +The deeper Max thought, the more the mysteries around Mark and the Devil God Bloodline seemed to wrap together in a single, suffocating knot. + +"Four God Nation... they should know about the origin of the Devil God Bloodline for sure," Max muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing with grim curiosity. That ancient land—governed by those blessed by the Four Divine Beasts—must have records, secrets, truths buried too deep for the Lower Domain to even whisper about. + +If anyone knew the true source of this cursed bloodline, it would be them. + +With that thought, his gaze shifted toward the center of the hall, to the small red drop of blood sealed within the spherical vessel. His infernal energy stirred again—violently this time—surging within him like a beast roused from slumber. It wasn’t fear. It was hunger. A pull. + +Without hesitation, black flames erupted from his right hand, flickering ominously and crackling with power as he reached forward and placed his palm upon the sphere. The moment his flames touched the surface, the vessel reacted, bursting into black fire that engulfed it entirely. + +The drop of blood within writhed for a moment, as though resisting, before it too was swallowed by the searing black blaze. Max’s lips parted slightly. "Devour," he whispered, and like a predator accepting its prey, the infernal flames surged, consuming the blood drop and the vessel in its entirety—until nothing remained but the silence that followed. + +A sudden ripple echoed in his consciousness. + +--- + +[You have gained three Divine Fragments.] + +[Would you like to use the Divine Fragments?] + +--- + +Max’s lips curled upward, eyes glowing faintly with a golden hue. ’As expected,’ he thought, and nodded calmly. ’Yes.’ + +--- + +—» [Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline (Weakened State)] + +– Light Energy: [1000] + +– Divine Fragments: [5/7] + +--- + +A soft radiance exploded from within him. His skin shimmered with golden light as his body soaked in the newfound strength like a sponge to sunlight. The golden luminance rippled across his arms, his chest, his core—every cell in his body humming with divine resonance. + +He could feel it—his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline had grown far stronger than before. + +’Good.’ Max was satisfied with the strengthening of his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. The golden luminance around him faded, absorbed into his flesh and bones, but the warmth and power it left behind surged in every inch of his body. + +With that task completed, his gaze returned to the frozen demonic being sealed within the rectangular chamber. Its presence loomed heavy, like a nightmare given form—pitch-black body, glowing red lines that pulsated with barely contained violence, and two ominous horns spiraling from its head. + +Max crossed his arms, eyes narrowing as he pondered. "Now... what should I do with this thing?" + +The diary had stated—that the drop of blood he just devoured was the key to awakening this creature. Once awakened, it would possess the strength of a peak Divine Rank being. That alone made the decision for him. No way was he going to let something that dangerous awaken. + +That’s why he destroyed the blood drop to begin with. It was the safest and most logical course of action. At least, that’s what he had thought. + +But just as the thought crossed his mind, the sealed figure inside the chamber twitched. + +Max’s eyes instantly widened as he caught the faintest shimmer of red gleaming from the creature’s eyes. Before he could fully process the anomaly—before he could summon his energy or react—something hit him. Hard. + +Bang! + +BOOM! + +The next thing Max knew, he was crashing into the inner wall of the fifth stage, the impact so violent it shattered the reinforced wall like it was made of brittle glass. A thunderous shockwave echoed across the floating citadel. + +But even after bursting through the structure, Max’s body didn’t stop. His entire figure was flung into the sky, tumbling through clouds, spiraling wildly as momentum carried him hundreds of meters away. + +’What just happened?!’ The thought screamed in his head, but his mind was still spinning. His vision blurred from the pain stabbing through his stomach—the area where he’d been struck. It felt like something had almost caved his entire abdomen in. + +Gritting his teeth, Max finally managed to regain control of his body mid-air. He forced himself to halt with a surge of power, hovering in the sky with fists clenched and breath ragged. His eyes slowly locked on the citadel in the distance. + +His expression turned dark—ugly even—as he stared at it. The walls were cracked, smoke poured out from the hole he had been blasted through. "That thing... it was supposed to be sealed!" Max muttered, his expression dark. + +But the chill that ran down his spine earlier? It had returned. + +Stronger than before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-626.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-626.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e54789a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-626.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 626: A Demonic Being" +slug: "ch-626" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 626 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1210 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Everyone outside the citadel froze when they saw a blur burst through its upper wall like a meteor tearing through stone. A sonic boom cracked through the sky as the figure shot across the air, trailing a streak of broken clouds behind it. + +Gasps echoed across the floating platforms surrounding the citadel, and all eyes instinctively turned upward. It wasn’t until the figure abruptly halted midair—his robes flapping violently against the wind, his silver-white hair streaming behind him—that they realized who it was. + +"Max!" someone shouted, voice laced with disbelief. + +Shock rippled through the experts from the Lower Domain. The strongest among them—leaders, veterans, kings—all stared up with pale expressions. The same Max who had crushed Drevon in a single blow, the one who had ascended from Seeker Rank to Expert Rank in a day, was just blasted out of the citadel like a broken arrow. + +They couldn’t fathom it. If he was thrown out, what in the world had done it? + +"What?!" Elias muttered, mouth dry. His eyes twitched as he stared at Max, whose chest now bore the faint trace of a bruise. It was hard to believe, but he had seen Max’s strength up close. He knew that not even ten of himself would be enough to make him flinch, let alone send him flying like that. + +Aria’s brows drew together, a rare seriousness overtaking her usually calm face. She’d seen many things in the Middle Domain, fought many horrors, but this... this was something different. Something darker. "That isn’t normal," she whispered sensing a very dark aura coming from the citadel. + +Before anyone could ask more, it came. + +A suffocating weight fell from the skies like an invisible tidal wave. Especially on the leaders of the Lower Domain. It pressed down on their chests, their bones, even their thoughts. The weaker ones directly collapsed to one knee, some coughing out blood, while even the strongest among them clenched their fists to remain steady in the air. + +Fear crept into their eyes—not the kind born from imagination, but primal fear, the kind written into their very bloodline. + +And then they saw it. + +A figure emerged from the gaping hole Max had been thrown through. Humanoid in shape, but that’s where the familiarity ended. Its body was pitch-black, darker than shadow, as if it absorbed light itself. + +Two spiraling horns rose from its skull, and crimson lines etched its body in grotesque, pulsating patterns. Its glowing red eyes locked onto Max like a predator recognizing the only threat in its path. + +Elias’s lips trembled. "What... what the hell is that?" + +Even Aria, who had seen the remnants of Devil God Nation and all its horrors, found herself speechless. She didn’t recognize this thing. She didn’t sense any mana, divine energy, or law—it radiated something different. Something far more terrifying. + +Only Max, floating in silence above them all, stared at the creature with grim certainty in his eyes. He knew what it was. + +’How did it awaken?’ Max’s thoughts raced in chaos, a flurry of disbelief gripping his mind. He was sure—absolutely sure—that he had destroyed the drop of blood. The very thing that the diary mentioned was necessary to awaken the demonic being. So how? How the hell was that thing now floating in the air, its red eyes locked onto him like a beast recognizing its prey? + +The question echoed again and again in his head, but not a single answer followed. + +However, what shocked him even more was that the moment he was face to face with the demonic being, he could barely control his infernal energy. Worse, he felt like he would transform on his own if he didn’t control the raging infernal energy in his body. + +’Damn, why is it reacting so bad?’ Max’s expression turned dark. + +Then suddenly—alarm. His Three Dimensional Body flared with warning. A presence moving towards him with rapid space. + +Max’s instincts roared louder than his thoughts. "No!" he growled and instantly activated his Dragon Scales Transformation. Black glowing scales erupted across his forearms and hands like molten armor, hard as divine metal and thrumming with violent force. + +He had no time to spare. In the very next heartbeat, the monstrous figure appeared before him in a blur of shadow and red light, and Max raised his arms into a cross-guard. + +Bang! + +The impact was like a meteor slamming into a fortress. Air cracked around them like thunder, and Max’s body was hurled backward once again—this time cutting a line across the sky like a black comet. Clouds scattered in his wake as his figure spun through the air, but thanks to the dense, reinforced dragon scales enveloping his arms, he wasn’t injured. Not even a scratch. + +He halted himself midair, breathing steadily, his gaze burning with suspicion. ’This isn’t right,’ Max thought, eyes narrowing as he looked back at the demonic being. ’The diary said... If awakened it by a drop of the Devil God Bloodline, it should’ve had the strength of a peak Divine Rank. But this thing... this strength... it’s strong, yes, but nowhere near Divine Peak.’ + +His mind worked quickly, sharper than blades. If the drop of blood was not what awakened it... then something else must have interfered. And maybe that something had altered the result—cause its strength to dip as low as level 1 of Champion Rank. + +’’Alright, whatever the case... I have a shot against this thing.’ Max’s eyes gleamed with resolve as he activated the full power of his 600 Draconic Essences. A golden blaze surged through his body like an unstoppable tide, transforming the black glowing scales over his arms and torso to turn golden, pulsing with draconic energy. + +In that moment, the pressure from his body skyrocketed—the air around him twisted, trembling beneath the raw physical power now coursing through him. Every cell in his being felt alive, burning, howling to be unleashed. + +But the demonic being didn’t pause. With a silent flicker of motion, it lunged again, faster than sound. Yet Max’s Three Dimensional Body flared in response, sensing the intent before it even fully moved. In a blur of motion, Max met its attack head-on—his golden-scaled arm lashing out with all the might of a rampaging dragon. + +Boom! + +The two fists collided in midair—one golden, one black—and the shockwave that followed was like a divine calamity unleashed. Light exploded outward in a blinding flash, and the sheer force of the impact sent a massive pressure ripple through the sky. + +Wind howled as the surrounding air detonated, and all those watching—tens of figures from the Lower Domain and beyond—were violently flung back like scattered leaves in a hurricane. Only the experts at Master Rank barely managed to hold their ground in the sky, straining against the invisible wall of force. + +But Max and the demonic being didn’t stop. They were already tearing through the air, locked in a brutal dance of pure, unrelenting close combat. + +Max spun midair, dodging a sharp elbow swipe and countering with a knee attack. The demon twisted unnaturally, its pitch-black body coiling like a serpent as it retaliated with a savage backhand. + +Max blocked with his forearm, then ducked low and launched a powerful uppercut that cracked against the creature’s jaw, sending sparks flying. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-627.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-627.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..014c395 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-627.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 627: Timeless" +slug: "ch-627" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 627 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Crack! Boom! Wham! + +Each blow was like a cannon going off. Every clash sent sparks flying. The space around them twisted violently, cracking under the constant shockwaves of their collision. + +Max growled, his fists moving like golden comets—one punch aimed at the chest, another at the ribs, then a spinning kick with enough force to collapse a small mountain. The demonic being took it all without flinching, countering with brutal swipes, knee strikes, and clawed slashes that tried to tear through Max’s golden defense. + +Flesh met flesh. Gold met black. Human met monster. + +They didn’t speak. They didn’t think. In that moment, only fists mattered. + +But as Max clashed again and again with the demonic being, something deeply unsettling began to gnaw at him—its attacks were getting stronger. Each punch, each strike, felt heavier than the last, more refined, more precise, as if the creature were awakening further with every passing second. And then— + +Bang! + +Another blow landed square in Max’s chest, and this time the force behind it was overwhelming. His body flew like a missile, a golden blur streaking across the sky before crashing into the ocean below with a thunderous splash that sent waves roaring outward. Submerged beneath the churning sea, Max steadied his breathing, his mind racing. + +’Its strength is increasing at a rapid rate... maybe it wasn’t fully awakened before. Maybe it’s still evolving.’𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +There was no time to hesitate. He exploded upward from the ocean, cutting through the air like a bolt of wrath. As he ascended, his body pulsed violently and then—purple lightning erupted, crackling across every inch of his skin, condensing into a full-body Lightning Manifestation Armor. His form was now cloaked in pure lightning, arcs dancing wildly around him, a living storm in human shape. + +Just as he neared the demonic being in midair, Max vanished—teleporting with the power of space—and reappeared behind it, both fists clenched, muscles tensed, eyes glowing. He slammed both fists downward with the strength of a thunder god. + +Boom! + +The demonic being was launched like a meteor, a trail of black blur spiraling as it was hurled toward the ocean. The impact caused the skies to rumble—but Max didn’t celebrate. His eyes narrowed. + +’No damage... not even a scratch. That entire attack only pushed it back.’ + +Gritting his teeth, Max’s figure flickered again. This time, he appeared at the edge of the sea, right in the path of the falling creature. In a single motion, he drew his sword, its edge glowing with a black-and-silver sheen, as the Concept of Severing Sword surged through it like a raging flood. + +"Void Severance Slash!" + +The space around the blade tore open as Max swung it with everything he had, the sword slicing forward with the terrifying sharpness that could sever even laws. But the moment the sword struck— + +Clang! + +It felt like he had struck a divine mountain—unyielding and immovable. Sparks burst forth violently as the blade collided with the creature’s chest... but it left no wound, no gash—nothing. Only the impact of the force sent the demonic being spiraling once more into the sea below. + +Max’s expression darkened. + +’Even sword... had no effect?!’ + +He was stunned—truly stunned. If both raw physical might and concept-based attacks couldn’t so much as scratch this thing, then how could he possibly destroy it? How could he even win? And the worst part—it was still growing stronger, second by terrifying second. + +Before he could form another thought, the ocean below exploded—a jet of black water shot skyward, and the demonic being tore through it like a cannonball, launching itself toward Max. But this time—its speed was unreal. + +"It’s gotten faster—by at least tenfold...!" Max’s thoughts struggled to keep up even with the help of his Three Dimensional Body, which barely tracked the incoming blur of black and red. + +Clang! + +Max’s sword met the creature’s fist mid-air, the clash sending out a shockwave so dense it bent the clouds and rippled through the atmosphere like a storm. Sparks exploded between them as energy bled into the skies. Max gritted his teeth as he slid back several meters through the air, his feet carving lines in the wind. + +"Then let’s see how you handle everything I’ve got!" + +Max roared—and his aura erupted. + +Black glowing scales surged across his skin as the Dragon Scales Transformation activated in full, wrapping his body in invincible armor. Golden radiance burst from within the scales, announcing the ignition of all 600 Draconic Essences. His muscles pulsed with divine fury, every movement now carrying the weight of a mountain. And all the while, purple lightning danced madly across his figure, amplified through his Lightning Manifestation Armor, completing the storm that was his awakened form. + +He moved. + +So did the demon. + +Their bodies vanished and reappeared—two beings dueling at the edge of reality. Fist met claw. Blade met bone. Every strike detonated like a meteor crashing into the planet. Their movements were too fast, too wild—only the Master Rank experts in the sky could faintly perceive flashes of their battle, their jaws clenched, hearts racing. + +Max’s sword slashed out—imbued with the Concept of Severing Sword, each swing aiming not to cut flesh, but to slice apart existence. He struck high—deflected. He swept low—parried. He teleported behind the demon and swung with all the severing might he could pour in— + +Bang! + +But the demon countered with a spinning elbow, knocking Max backward mid-air. Still, Max twisted, rebounded, and roared as his lightning-covered fist slammed into the demon’s ribs with the strength of thunder itself. + +But no blood spilled. + +Only more power surged from the demon in response. + +Max’s golden scales cracked slightly. Even with everything... it’s still just a draw? + +The two collided again. + +And again. + +And again. + +Clash after clash. + +The sky trembled, the sea churned, the mountains in the distance cracked from the pressure. But neither could overwhelm the other. Max’s every strike carried limitless fury, backed by the peak of what the Lower Domain had ever seen... and yet, the demonic being kept up, as if his body was adapting, feeding on the battle, evolving every second. + +Max gritted his teeth, sweat streaking across his brow, lightning howling around his body. + +"If it keeps growing... then even a draw will become a defeat soon." + +He understood it clearly now—this was a race against time, and he was on the losing end. The longer the battle dragged on, the stronger the demonic being became. It wasn’t just its strength or speed; it was adapting, learning. After the first few surprise assaults using his Concept of Space, Max had been able to land solid hits by teleporting at odd angles, slashing from behind, above, and below. + +But now—now the creature was ready. Every time Max flickered through space, the demon responded in a new way—dodging, parrying, or countering with uncanny precision. It was as if it had begun to anticipate his moves, rendering Max’s space manipulation less and less effective. + +"I’m being cornered..." Max’s gaze sharpened with resolution. His mind surged with one thought—use everything. + +"Emperor’s Domain!" he roared, unleashing his inheritance. + +Instantly, the sky above trembled as a massive black flaming crown manifested in the air, casting a towering shadow across the entire battlefield. Though smaller than the citadel in size, it radiated authority so vast that even space itself seemed to kneel under its weight. The temperature dropped, not with cold, but with the oppressive heat of royal will. Time slowed for an instant—as if the entire world paused to acknowledge the awakening of an emperor. + +Simultaneously, a smaller crown, burning with the same black flames, formed above Max’s head, flickering with terrifying majesty. His eyes darkened into pools of abyssal command. The air around him began to warp, bend, obey. + +Within this Emperor’s Domain, Max was the ruler—absolute, invincible, sovereign. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-628.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-628.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e8bbfd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-628.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 627: Timeless" +slug: "ch-628" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 628 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Crack! Boom! Wham! + +Each blow was like a cannon going off. Every clash sent sparks flying. The space around them twisted violently, cracking under the constant shockwaves of their collision. + +Max growled, his fists moving like golden comets—one punch aimed at the chest, another at the ribs, then a spinning kick with enough force to collapse a small mountain. The demonic being took it all without flinching, countering with brutal swipes, knee strikes, and clawed slashes that tried to tear through Max’s golden defense. + +Flesh met flesh. Gold met black. Human met monster. + +They didn’t speak. They didn’t think. In that moment, only fists mattered. + +But as Max clashed again and again with the demonic being, something deeply unsettling began to gnaw at him—its attacks were getting stronger. Each punch, each strike, felt heavier than the last, more refined, more precise, as if the creature were awakening further with every passing second. And then— + +Bang! + +Another blow landed square in Max’s chest, and this time the force behind it was overwhelming. His body flew like a missile, a golden blur streaking across the sky before crashing into the ocean below with a thunderous splash that sent waves roaring outward. Submerged beneath the churning sea, Max steadied his breathing, his mind racing. + +’Its strength is increasing at a rapid rate... maybe it wasn’t fully awakened before. Maybe it’s still evolving.’ + +There was no time to hesitate. He exploded upward from the ocean, cutting through the air like a bolt of wrath. As he ascended, his body pulsed violently and then—purple lightning erupted, crackling across every inch of his skin, condensing into a full-body Lightning Manifestation Armor. His form was now cloaked in pure lightning, arcs dancing wildly around him, a living storm in human shape. + +Just as he neared the demonic being in midair, Max vanished—teleporting with the power of space—and reappeared behind it, both fists clenched, muscles tensed, eyes glowing. He slammed both fists downward with the strength of a thunder god. + +Boom! + +The demonic being was launched like a meteor, a trail of black blur spiraling as it was hurled toward the ocean. The impact caused the skies to rumble—but Max didn’t celebrate. His eyes narrowed. + +’No damage... not even a scratch. That entire attack only pushed it back.’ + +Gritting his teeth, Max’s figure flickered again. This time, he appeared at the edge of the sea, right in the path of the falling creature. In a single motion, he drew his sword, its edge glowing with a black-and-silver sheen, as the Concept of Severing Sword surged through it like a raging flood. + +"Void Severance Slash!" + +The space around the blade tore open as Max swung it with everything he had, the sword slicing forward with the terrifying sharpness that could sever even laws. But the moment the sword struck— + +Clang! + +It felt like he had struck a divine mountain—unyielding and immovable. Sparks burst forth violently as the blade collided with the creature’s chest... but it left no wound, no gash—nothing. Only the impact of the force sent the demonic being spiraling once more into the sea below. + +Max’s expression darkened. + +’Even sword... had no effect?!’ + +He was stunned—truly stunned. If both raw physical might and concept-based attacks couldn’t so much as scratch this thing, then how could he possibly destroy it? How could he even win? And the worst part—it was still growing stronger, second by terrifying second. + +Before he could form another thought, the ocean below exploded—a jet of black water shot skyward, and the demonic being tore through it like a cannonball, launching itself toward Max. But this time—its speed was unreal. + +"It’s gotten faster—by at least tenfold...!" Max’s thoughts struggled to keep up even with the help of his Three Dimensional Body, which barely tracked the incoming blur of black and red. + +Clang! + +Max’s sword met the creature’s fist mid-air, the clash sending out a shockwave so dense it bent the clouds and rippled through the atmosphere like a storm. Sparks exploded between them as energy bled into the skies. Max gritted his teeth as he slid back several meters through the air, his feet carving lines in the wind. + +"Then let’s see how you handle everything I’ve got!" + +Max roared—and his aura erupted. + +Black glowing scales surged across his skin as the Dragon Scales Transformation activated in full, wrapping his body in invincible armor. Golden radiance burst from within the scales, announcing the ignition of all 600 Draconic Essences. His muscles pulsed with divine fury, every movement now carrying the weight of a mountain. And all the while, purple lightning danced madly across his figure, amplified through his Lightning Manifestation Armor, completing the storm that was his awakened form. + +He moved. + +So did the demon. + +Their bodies vanished and reappeared—two beings dueling at the edge of reality. Fist met claw. Blade met bone. Every strike detonated like a meteor crashing into the planet. Their movements were too fast, too wild—only the Master Rank experts in the sky could faintly perceive flashes of their battle, their jaws clenched, hearts racing. + +Max’s sword slashed out—imbued with the Concept of Severing Sword, each swing aiming not to cut flesh, but to slice apart existence. He struck high—deflected. He swept low—parried. He teleported behind the demon and swung with all the severing might he could pour in— + +Bang! + +But the demon countered with a spinning elbow, knocking Max backward mid-air. Still, Max twisted, rebounded, and roared as his lightning-covered fist slammed into the demon’s ribs with the strength of thunder itself. + +But no blood spilled. + +Only more power surged from the demon in response. + +Max’s golden scales cracked slightly. Even with everything... it’s still just a draw? + +The two collided again. + +And again. + +And again. + +Clash after clash. + +The sky trembled, the sea churned, the mountains in the distance cracked from the pressure. But neither could overwhelm the other. Max’s every strike carried limitless fury, backed by the peak of what the Lower Domain had ever seen... and yet, the demonic being kept up, as if his body was adapting, feeding on the battle, evolving every second. + +Max gritted his teeth, sweat streaking across his brow, lightning howling around his body. + +"If it keeps growing... then even a draw will become a defeat soon." + +He understood it clearly now—this was a race against time, and he was on the losing end. The longer the battle dragged on, the stronger the demonic being became. It wasn’t just its strength or speed; it was adapting, learning. After the first few surprise assaults using his Concept of Space, Max had been able to land solid hits by teleporting at odd angles, slashing from behind, above, and below. + +But now—now the creature was ready. Every time Max flickered through space, the demon responded in a new way—dodging, parrying, or countering with uncanny precision. It was as if it had begun to anticipate his moves, rendering Max’s space manipulation less and less effective. + +"I’m being cornered..." Max’s gaze sharpened with resolution. His mind surged with one thought—use everything. + +"Emperor’s Domain!" he roared, unleashing his inheritance. + +Instantly, the sky above trembled as a massive black flaming crown manifested in the air, casting a towering shadow across the entire battlefield. Though smaller than the citadel in size, it radiated authority so vast that even space itself seemed to kneel under its weight. The temperature dropped, not with cold, but with the oppressive heat of royal will. Time slowed for an instant—as if the entire world paused to acknowledge the awakening of an emperor. + +Simultaneously, a smaller crown, burning with the same black flames, formed above Max’s head, flickering with terrifying majesty. His eyes darkened into pools of abyssal command. The air around him began to warp, bend, obey. + +Within this Emperor’s Domain, Max was the ruler—absolute, invincible, sovereign. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-629.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-629.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c0074fd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-629.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 628: Buying Time" +slug: "ch-629" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 629 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1203 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Emperor’s Domination!" Max roared, his voice thunderous, filled with wrath and will. And as if answering the command of a king, a massive black flaming sword tore through the air from nothingness—an embodiment of imperial fury. The moment it appeared, it cleaved straight down onto the demonic being. + +Bang! + +The impact was deafening, shaking the ocean below and the skies above. The demon’s body was sent hurtling downward once more, crashing into the sea like a meteor. Water exploded upward in a geyser, reaching the heavens, while waves surged outward in every direction. + +Max exhaled slowly, just a moment of precious relief washing over him—but it wasn’t comfort. It was calculated space. ’Alright... I’ve got one more chance to end this. I need time. Just a few more seconds. I have to keep it occupied until then.’ + +But the moment his thoughts ended, a tremor in the air warned him—too late. The demon surged out from the ocean again, its form now even darker, more chaotic. Its speed had increased again—like a blur of shadowy death streaking through the sky. + +Max didn’t wait. + +Teleport. + +In an instant, he vanished and reappeared far away from the creature’s path, just out of reach. + +And then— + +Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! + +Hundreds of weapons forged from black imperial flames erupted into existence above the demon. Swords, spears, halberds, glaives—each radiating a suffocating presence, as if carrying the weight of divine decrees. They rained down like a storm of vengeance. + +One after another. + +Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. + +The demonic being didn’t dodge—it couldn’t. Every single flaming weapon struck it dead-on, hammering it back, over and over, shoving it deeper into the sea again. Yet Max didn’t stop. The weapons kept forming, flaming and crashing like the rage of an emperor scorned. But even as the relentless barrage continued, Max knew—this wouldn’t kill it. It was only a temporary suppression. + +’It’s actually getting injured.’ Max’s eyes locked onto the demonic being’s frame as curls of thick, black smoke began to rise from its body—right where the black flaming weapons had struck. The sight gave him hope, a flicker of light in an otherwise bleak battle. ’Good,’ he thought. ’So it can bleed.’ + +Without wasting a second, he began preparing his final attack. Purple lightning crackled to life across his body like a storm given flesh. Behind him, three rings of crackling violet lightning rotated at blinding speed, buzzing with a sharp, divine edge. They spun faster with each passing second, gathering power, resonating with the raw fury of the storm within him. + +But even as Max focused, the demonic being was changing. Again. + +It began dodging. Not wildly—but intelligently. At first, it avoided a few weapons. Then a few more. And then, almost all of them. It bent at impossible angles, shifted its trajectory in midair, even timed the gaps between flaming swords with disturbing precision. Max was using his Three Dimensional Body to aim each weapon with surgical accuracy, but the creature—it was evolving even past that. + +Max’s gaze sharpened into a deadly slit. ’No... it’s adapting faster than I can analyze. If this keeps going, I won’t even have the time to charge the three rings completely.’ + +Then, an idea struck. + +’What if there’s an attack you can’t dodge at all?’ + +His lips moved before the thought could fade. "Emperor’s Judgment." + +The skies responded at once. The rain of black flaming weapons vanished in a heartbeat, sucked away like they never existed. The enormous flaming crown hovering above shuddered, trembling as if birthing a calamity. And then it came—an earth-splitting roar of divine power. + +A colossal flaming sword, easily the size of the flaming crown itself, materialized in the heavens. Its blade screamed with vengeance, like an emperor personally handing down divine punishment. It dropped with terrifying weight, smashing the demonic being out of the air and sending it crashing down into the ocean like a divine hammer of war. + +’That should buy me some time.’ Max exhaled, sweat sizzling off his body as the lightning intensified. The three rings of violet lightning behind him pulsed wildly now, trembling with condensed power. All of his energy was flowing into them. + +According to the teachings of the Ten Hands of the Lightning God, one needed to fully comprehend the concept of lightning to 1st level just to control three rings. Reaching the fourth ring required mastery of the third level of lightning concept. And only by touching the fifth level—when lightning becomes not just energy, but will—could one command all five rings. + +’But three... three will have to be enough.’ Max’s body became a storm incarnate. Every beat of his heart sent shockwaves through the air as the rings spun like celestial engines of destruction. + +He was nearly ready. + +Max adjusted his stance midair, stabilizing himself like a divine warrior preparing to pass judgment. He raised his right hand forward, two fingers bent, but the index held straight in a flicking position. Violet lightning—furious and wild—began crackling around the tip of his finger like a storm contained in a needlepoint. It wasn’t just any lightning. + +This was the Violet Lightning—one of the Seven Lightnings of Judgment, a force so terrifying it could erase existence itself when fully unleashed. + +He had spent what felt like lifetimes inside the Dimension of Time, struggling to tame it. Years had passed in that suspended realm, and though he had yet to master it entirely, Max had finally managed to harness ten percent of its devastating power. That small portion alone was enough to kill gods. + +Now, he combined that ten percent with the overwhelming strength of his current state—600 Draconic Essences, the Dragon Scales Transformation that turned his body into a fortress of golden might, and the full support of the Lightning Manifestation Armor that glowed and pulsed around his body like a second skin made of thunder. + +With everything stacked, Max believed he could wield this much Violet Lightning without being torn apart. + +The sheer power focused at the tip of his index finger hummed with such intensity that even space around it shimmered. Behind him, the three charged lightning rings rotated like halos of divine fury—primed and ready to be unleashed. + +Max exhaled slowly. Calm. Focused. + +Then he dispersed the Black Flaming Crown in the sky. The gigantic sword it had summoned, still stabbed deep into the ocean, disappeared with it in a burst of embers. It was time to transition from domination... to execution. + +Suddenly, as expected, the demonic being shot upward from the ocean, faster than ever. Its form blurred with speed that surpassed the sound barrier, red lines glowing hot across its black body, eyes locked onto Max like a predator sensing weakness. + +But Max was ready. + +Just as it was about to reach him, he activated another inheritance—Black Reaper’s inheritance. A black flaming sphere materialized from nowhere and instantly engulfed the demonic creature, locking it in a prison of deathly fire. + +"Explode." Max’s voice was low. Cold. + +The sphere imploded inward with a deafening blast. + +Bang! + +The explosion twisted the air and sent ripples across the sky. For a moment, silence followed... then movement. The demonic being emerged from the smoking aftermath, not unscathed—but heavily injured. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-63.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-63.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..29e0b1d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-63.md @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 63: Battle Realm" +slug: "ch-63" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 63 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1291 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"No… They were struck at their bodies as well." Max frowned, watching some of them collapse to the ground, tears streaming down their faces. + +"Take it." Grandma Yu threw a vial to each of them. + +The eleven people gritted their teeth and drank whatever was inside the vials. + +"Aggghhh!" + +They began screaming the moment they swallowed the liquid. + +"What’s happening to them?" Max asked anxiously, turning to Alice. + +"Just watch," Alice replied, smiling. + +Max nodded and swallowed hard as he watched them endure such pain. + +After a moment, they all went silent and stood up as if nothing had happened. In fact, there were even smiles hanging on their faces, and they appeared visibly excited. + +Most importantly, the swollen marks covering their bodies had vanished without a trace, as if the torture from moments earlier had never occurred. + +"What happened?" Max asked, turning to Alice. + +Alice smiled and explained, "Since they were defeated in the Battle Realm five times in a row, they had to suffer punishment. But afterward, Grandma Yu gave them a vial of Ember Essence, which should’ve slightly increased their control over flames." + +Max nodded, his face solemn in contemplation. "I guess Ember Essence is a very volatile resource, and it couldn’t be digested normally. Hence, the beating they took, right?" + +"Correct." Alice nodded and looked at Max strangely, wondering if this guy wasn’t as dumb as she had imagined him to be. + +"Now, everyone else dismissed," Grandma Yu shouted. + +The crowd sighed in relief and began scattering around. + +"Follow me," Grandma Yu said as she walked off in a particular direction. + +Max and Alice exchanged glances before quietly following her. + +--- + +After a few minutes of walking, Grandma Yu led them into a vast hall dominated by a gigantic black cube. The sheer size of it was overwhelming—so massive that Max couldn’t see either end of the structure, as though it stretched endlessly into the distance. + +Its surface was smooth and gleaming, absorbing the surrounding light and giving it an eerie, otherworldly presence. + +The rest of the hall buzzed with activity, filled with guild members moving in and out of the black cube as if it were part of their daily routine. Some walked briskly, focused and determined, while others exited with relaxed ease, chatting with companions. + +The flow of people seemed so natural that the cube’s imposing presence felt oddly familiar to those accustomed to it. + +"A Battle Cube of this size?" Max muttered in shock, his voice barely above a whisper. The sheer scale of the structure dwarfed anything he had ever seen. Compared to the one in the generals’ quarters, this was like comparing an ant to an elephant. + +One was so vast its full size seemed impossible to comprehend, stretching endlessly beyond his line of sight, while the other now felt insignificant in comparison. + +At that moment, Grandma Yu turned to Max and said, "Max, go and fight three matches in the Battle Realm. You can only be a part of the Arcane Order if you win all three matches." + +Max nodded silently, though the words _"That’s it?"_ nearly escaped his lips. The memory of what had happened to the eleven people earlier flashed through his mind, and he forced his mouth shut. He had no intention of getting anywhere near that stick Grandma Yu was holding—ever. + +"Alright, go in," Grandma Yu said. + +Max glanced at her briefly before stepping toward the black cube. He paused for a moment, as if considering something, then strode forward. The wall’s surface rippled slightly as he passed through it, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared inside. + +What greeted Max was unlike anything he had ever seen before. + +The space within was vast—hundreds, no, perhaps even thousands of times larger than the cube he had entered. It felt like stepping into another world entirely. + +At the far edges of this seemingly boundless realm stood countless blue-colored, shining doors, stretching endlessly into the horizon. These doors formed a circular barrier around the world, their arrangement ascending in tiers, each door set a step higher than the last. + +Stairs wound up beside them, providing a clear path for anyone wishing to climb and explore further. The entire realm glowed with a soft purple hue, its atmosphere surreal and dreamlike, as if it existed outside the bounds of reality. + +Despite the immense size of this world, it was teeming with people. Groups gathered around the stairs, engaged in conversation, while others moved purposefully toward the center of the realm in smaller clusters. + +Above them, numerous screens hovered midair, displaying battles in vivid detail. Many people stood still, their gazes locked on the screens, mesmerized by the fierce clashes unfolding before them. + +’This is the true Battle Realm!’ Max exclaimed silently, his eyes shining as he looked around in wonder. The small hall in the generals’ quarters Battle Cube was a joke compared to this world. + +He quickly realized he was standing in front of one of the countless doors. His name, ’Max,’ was written sharply at the top of the shining blue-colored door. + +At that moment, a screen appeared in front of him. + +’It’s not from the system,’ Max mused as he checked it. + +— + +[Max] + +– Number of Battles: [0] + +– Wins: [0] + +Enjoy more content from empire + +— + +Max noticed something very disturbing at that moment and immediately opened his system status for clarification. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 6 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 7 + +– Soul: 7.2 + +– Energy: 11 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Bullets (Lvl-1), Intermediate Sword Arts (Lvl-1), Super Dash (Lvl-1), Barrage Strike (Lvl-1), Flame Creation (Lvl-100), Molten Coating (Lvl-1), Omni Guard (Lvl-1), Wind Float (Lvl-1)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +--- + +’Why is my name written as Max, not Max Voidwalker?’ Max frowned, noticing the odd detail. The system had acknowledged his full name before—it had congratulated him countless times, addressing him as Max Voidwalker. + +Yet, he had never seen his full name appear on his status screen. + +’Is there a reason behind this, or is it the same for everyone?’ A sense of unease crept in as he stared at the glowing text. The discrepancy nagged at him, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. + +He only noticed this now as he looked at the battle screen beside him. + +After thinking for a moment, he put away the status screen and looked at the battle screen again. + +— + +[Max] + +– Number of Battles: [0] + +– Wins: [0] + +— + +’So it keeps a record of the number of battles one has fought and won.’ Max mused as he stared at the battle screen. + +"Little brother… are you new to the Battle Realm?" someone asked, approaching him. + +Max turned his head and saw a yellow-haired man. "Yeah, it’s my first time. So how do I fight someone?" + +The yellow-haired man smiled kindly and pointed behind Max. "That is your cube, if I’m not mistaken. Any battle you want to fight requires you to first challenge or invite someone. Then, you enter through the door for the battle." + +He added softly, "But since it’s your first battle, you can go directly inside the cube. The Battle Realm has already chosen your first opponent." + +Max pondered his words and understood that for first-timers like him, an opponent would already be selected around his level. + +"Thank you for the information." He said thanking and entered through the shining blue door. + +The yellow-haired man watched Max’s back disappear into the door, his expression twisting into a slight sneer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-630.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-630.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f0b7cf8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-630.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 628: Buying Time" +slug: "ch-630" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 630 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1203 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Emperor’s Domination!" Max roared, his voice thunderous, filled with wrath and will. And as if answering the command of a king, a massive black flaming sword tore through the air from nothingness—an embodiment of imperial fury. The moment it appeared, it cleaved straight down onto the demonic being. + +Bang! + +The impact was deafening, shaking the ocean below and the skies above. The demon’s body was sent hurtling downward once more, crashing into the sea like a meteor. Water exploded upward in a geyser, reaching the heavens, while waves surged outward in every direction. + +Max exhaled slowly, just a moment of precious relief washing over him—but it wasn’t comfort. It was calculated space. ’Alright... I’ve got one more chance to end this. I need time. Just a few more seconds. I have to keep it occupied until then.’ + +But the moment his thoughts ended, a tremor in the air warned him—too late. The demon surged out from the ocean again, its form now even darker, more chaotic. Its speed had increased again—like a blur of shadowy death streaking through the sky. + +Max didn’t wait. + +Teleport. + +In an instant, he vanished and reappeared far away from the creature’s path, just out of reach. + +And then— + +Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! + +Hundreds of weapons forged from black imperial flames erupted into existence above the demon. Swords, spears, halberds, glaives—each radiating a suffocating presence, as if carrying the weight of divine decrees. They rained down like a storm of vengeance. + +One after another. + +Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. + +The demonic being didn’t dodge—it couldn’t. Every single flaming weapon struck it dead-on, hammering it back, over and over, shoving it deeper into the sea again. Yet Max didn’t stop. The weapons kept forming, flaming and crashing like the rage of an emperor scorned. But even as the relentless barrage continued, Max knew—this wouldn’t kill it. It was only a temporary suppression. + +’It’s actually getting injured.’ Max’s eyes locked onto the demonic being’s frame as curls of thick, black smoke began to rise from its body—right where the black flaming weapons had struck. The sight gave him hope, a flicker of light in an otherwise bleak battle. ’Good,’ he thought. ’So it can bleed.’ + +Without wasting a second, he began preparing his final attack. Purple lightning crackled to life across his body like a storm given flesh. Behind him, three rings of crackling violet lightning rotated at blinding speed, buzzing with a sharp, divine edge. They spun faster with each passing second, gathering power, resonating with the raw fury of the storm within him. + +But even as Max focused, the demonic being was changing. Again. + +It began dodging. Not wildly—but intelligently. At first, it avoided a few weapons. Then a few more. And then, almost all of them. It bent at impossible angles, shifted its trajectory in midair, even timed the gaps between flaming swords with disturbing precision. Max was using his Three Dimensional Body to aim each weapon with surgical accuracy, but the creature—it was evolving even past that. + +Max’s gaze sharpened into a deadly slit. ’No... it’s adapting faster than I can analyze. If this keeps going, I won’t even have the time to charge the three rings completely.’ + +Then, an idea struck. + +’What if there’s an attack you can’t dodge at all?’ + +His lips moved before the thought could fade. "Emperor’s Judgment." + +The skies responded at once. The rain of black flaming weapons vanished in a heartbeat, sucked away like they never existed. The enormous flaming crown hovering above shuddered, trembling as if birthing a calamity. And then it came—an earth-splitting roar of divine power. + +A colossal flaming sword, easily the size of the flaming crown itself, materialized in the heavens. Its blade screamed with vengeance, like an emperor personally handing down divine punishment. It dropped with terrifying weight, smashing the demonic being out of the air and sending it crashing down into the ocean like a divine hammer of war. + +’That should buy me some time.’ Max exhaled, sweat sizzling off his body as the lightning intensified. The three rings of violet lightning behind him pulsed wildly now, trembling with condensed power. All of his energy was flowing into them. + +According to the teachings of the Ten Hands of the Lightning God, one needed to fully comprehend the concept of lightning to 1st level just to control three rings. Reaching the fourth ring required mastery of the third level of lightning concept. And only by touching the fifth level—when lightning becomes not just energy, but will—could one command all five rings. + +’But three... three will have to be enough.’ Max’s body became a storm incarnate. Every beat of his heart sent shockwaves through the air as the rings spun like celestial engines of destruction. + +He was nearly ready. + +Max adjusted his stance midair, stabilizing himself like a divine warrior preparing to pass judgment. He raised his right hand forward, two fingers bent, but the index held straight in a flicking position. Violet lightning—furious and wild—began crackling around the tip of his finger like a storm contained in a needlepoint. It wasn’t just any lightning. + +This was the Violet Lightning—one of the Seven Lightnings of Judgment, a force so terrifying it could erase existence itself when fully unleashed. + +He had spent what felt like lifetimes inside the Dimension of Time, struggling to tame it. Years had passed in that suspended realm, and though he had yet to master it entirely, Max had finally managed to harness ten percent of its devastating power. That small portion alone was enough to kill gods. + +Now, he combined that ten percent with the overwhelming strength of his current state—600 Draconic Essences, the Dragon Scales Transformation that turned his body into a fortress of golden might, and the full support of the Lightning Manifestation Armor that glowed and pulsed around his body like a second skin made of thunder. + +With everything stacked, Max believed he could wield this much Violet Lightning without being torn apart. + +The sheer power focused at the tip of his index finger hummed with such intensity that even space around it shimmered. Behind him, the three charged lightning rings rotated like halos of divine fury—primed and ready to be unleashed. + +Max exhaled slowly. Calm. Focused. + +Then he dispersed the Black Flaming Crown in the sky. The gigantic sword it had summoned, still stabbed deep into the ocean, disappeared with it in a burst of embers. It was time to transition from domination... to execution. + +Suddenly, as expected, the demonic being shot upward from the ocean, faster than ever. Its form blurred with speed that surpassed the sound barrier, red lines glowing hot across its black body, eyes locked onto Max like a predator sensing weakness. + +But Max was ready. + +Just as it was about to reach him, he activated another inheritance—Black Reaper’s inheritance. A black flaming sphere materialized from nowhere and instantly engulfed the demonic creature, locking it in a prison of deathly fire. + +"Explode." Max’s voice was low. Cold. + +The sphere imploded inward with a deafening blast. + +Bang! + +The explosion twisted the air and sent ripples across the sky. For a moment, silence followed... then movement. The demonic being emerged from the smoking aftermath, not unscathed—but heavily injured. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-631.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-631.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f68c5be --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-631.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 629: Guardian Pasch" +slug: "ch-631" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 631 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Thick, oily black smoke hissed from numerous parts of its body, the red glow in its lines dimmed, and cracks had begun forming across its arms and chest. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +It wasn’t over yet—but this was the first time the creature looked wounded. + +Just as the demonic being lingered midair, dazed and staggering from the explosive force of the black flaming sphere, Max’s figure appeared before it like a flash of judgment itself. + +The being didn’t even have time to react—its crimson eyes still flickering weakly—when Max flicked his index finger forward. That single finger, charged with the condensed fury of Violet Lightning, touched the center of the demon’s forehead. + +Bang! + +An eruption. Blinding. Violent. The sound echoed across the sky like thunder announcing divine punishment. In that instant, the demonic being’s entire head was obliterated, vaporized by the raw power of Violet Lightning. + +No resistance. No scream. Nothing remained above the neck. And without its head, the being’s body hovered lifeless for a heartbeat... then began to fall. + +’Finally, it’s gone.’ Max exhaled in quiet relief, his body relaxing for the first time since the fight began. He deactivated all his forms—the Dragon Scales Transformation, the Lightning Manifestation Armor, the residual burning aura of his Emperor’s Domain—and slowly drifted down toward the ocean, his energy finally settling. + +That’s when he noticed it. A searing pain. He glanced at his right hand and frowned. + +"My hand still got damaged." + +Even with 600 Dragon Scales boosting his resilience, his hand had turned pitch black, the skin charred like meat roasted over divine fire. The Violet Lightning—wild and unforgiving—had left its mark. + +Still, regeneration had already begun. The golden glow of his scales surged faintly beneath the burnt layers, healing tissue at an astonishing pace. He estimated that in about an hour, the damage would be gone completely. + +Landing softly on the ocean’s surface, Max extended his left hand and pulled the demon’s body out from the water. It was heavy and lifeless now, a ruined husk of charred black flesh with red lines fading rapidly like the last traces of an extinguished curse. + +He looked at it for a moment in silence. + +Then, without hesitation, Max summoned his black flames and engulfed the corpse entirely. It hissed and crackled under the flames, thrashing faintly as if something still lived inside. But Max didn’t flinch. He held it steady, burning it until there was nothing left but ash. + +He didn’t dare devour it. Not even a single speck. + +Even when it stood merely in front of him during the battle, Max could feel his Infernal Demon Transformation nearly activating on its own. The temptation, the pull—it had been too close. He could only imagine what would happen if he absorbed the creature’s essence. Perhaps... he wouldn’t remain Max anymore.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +So he burned it all—every last trace. + +Ash scattered over the ocean’s surface as the sky slowly calmed. The battle was over. + +At this moment, Max truly understood the limits—and possibilities—of his current battle strength. That fight had pushed him to his absolute edge. He had used everything: his Dragon Scales Transformation, all 600 Draconic Essences, his Lightning Manifestation Armor, his Three Dimensional Body, Concept of Severing Sword, even the forbidden power of Violet Lightning. + +If he poured in that much effort, then yes—he could defeat peak Master Rank experts. But even then, it would be extremely difficult to face a true Champion Rank opponent. Especially one above level one. + +The demonic being’s raw strength and defense alone had clearly crossed into the realm of Champion Rank—it was only its lack of battle awareness, its absence of strategy or sentient intelligence, that gave Max a chance. Had it fought like a human—with reason, with cunning—Max doubted he could have survived for long. + +Suddenly— + +Clap. Clap. + +A slow, almost casual applause echoed in the air, clear and composed. + +Max’s body stiffened. His head turned sharply in the direction of the sound, and there he saw him—a man standing midair, dressed in refined robes that shimmered faintly in the light, his dark hair tied back, every strand in perfect order. + +He carried no weapons, no aura of aggression, and yet... his mere presence warped the air around him subtly, like space itself was adjusting to his being. + +"What an impressive display of strength." the man said with genuine admiration in his voice, a calm smile on his lips. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the man. He couldn’t sense anything—no energy fluctuations, no pressure, not even a heartbeat. It was like the man was standing in the fabric of the world rather than on it. That could only mean one thing. + +’I can’t see through his strength at all,’ Max thought grimly. ’That means he’s at least Champion Rank. And I didn’t even sense when he arrived...’ He realized, belatedly, that his entire focus had been locked onto the demonic being—that narrow attention had cost him awareness of this man’s approach. Which was dangerous. + +"It’s nice to see such geniuses rising in the Lower Domain," the man continued, his tone polite but measured. "I am Pasch, one of the guardians on duty here." + +A guardian. + +Max’s gaze sharpened. He had completely forgotten about them. They should arrive in the Lower Domain for matter like that. The so-called Rulers of the Lower Domain, tasked with maintaining balance, rarely interfering unless something truly threatening arose. And now one stood before him. + +Max nodded slowly, his voice calm but edged with underlying meaning. "I see. So even if I hadn’t killed that creature... you would have." + +Pasch smiled lightly, but didn’t confirm or deny. + +Max didn’t need an answer. The guardian’s presence meant this wasn’t just a random fight gone out of control. + +But he felt no regret for taking matters into his own hands. If he had waited—if he had done nothing and simply hoped help would come—the demonic being could have killed dozens before anyone acted. + +Just then, a ripple of movement broke the tension in the air as Elias and Aria arrived beside Max, their figures floating steadily above the ruined battlefield. + +The aura of battle still lingered around Max, the charred remnants of his right hand and faint trails of black smoke clinging to the fading flames in the sky. + +Elias’s expression immediately lit up upon seeing the refined man across from them. + +"Cousin Pasch, you came!" Elias said, relief and familiarity warming his tone. + +Pasch smiled gently, his arms still folded behind his back as he regarded them all. "How could I not come when a being as strong as a Champion Rank suddenly awakened in the Lower Domain?" His gaze swept from Elias to Aria, and then finally settled back on Max. "So, what was that creature?" + +Elias and Aria exchanged uncertain glances. Their brows furrowed in confusion, but both of them gave the same subtle shrug. They had no clue what the demonic being truly was—its origin, its nature, or what kind of force could give rise to such a monstrosity. They had only witnessed its strength, not its history. + +Max, on the other hand, remained silent for a beat. Then, without a word, he reached into his dimensional storage and retrieved a worn, leather-bound diary. Its pages were darkened with age, yet it carried a faint aura of something deeply sinister. He looked Pasch in the eyes as he casually tossed it over. + +"This diary belonged to Divine King Atherion," Max said simply, his voice steady. "I found it in the final stage of the citadel. Everything about that thing... is in there." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-632.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-632.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fab631 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-632.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 629: Guardian Pasch" +slug: "ch-632" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 632 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Thick, oily black smoke hissed from numerous parts of its body, the red glow in its lines dimmed, and cracks had begun forming across its arms and chest. + +Max narrowed his eyes. + +It wasn’t over yet—but this was the first time the creature looked wounded. + +Just as the demonic being lingered midair, dazed and staggering from the explosive force of the black flaming sphere, Max’s figure appeared before it like a flash of judgment itself. + +The being didn’t even have time to react—its crimson eyes still flickering weakly—when Max flicked his index finger forward. That single finger, charged with the condensed fury of Violet Lightning, touched the center of the demon’s forehead. + +Bang! + +An eruption. Blinding. Violent. The sound echoed across the sky like thunder announcing divine punishment. In that instant, the demonic being’s entire head was obliterated, vaporized by the raw power of Violet Lightning. + +No resistance. No scream. Nothing remained above the neck. And without its head, the being’s body hovered lifeless for a heartbeat... then began to fall. + +’Finally, it’s gone.’ Max exhaled in quiet relief, his body relaxing for the first time since the fight began. He deactivated all his forms—the Dragon Scales Transformation, the Lightning Manifestation Armor, the residual burning aura of his Emperor’s Domain—and slowly drifted down toward the ocean, his energy finally settling. + +That’s when he noticed it. A searing pain. He glanced at his right hand and frowned. + +"My hand still got damaged." + +Even with 600 Dragon Scales boosting his resilience, his hand had turned pitch black, the skin charred like meat roasted over divine fire. The Violet Lightning—wild and unforgiving—had left its mark. + +Still, regeneration had already begun. The golden glow of his scales surged faintly beneath the burnt layers, healing tissue at an astonishing pace. He estimated that in about an hour, the damage would be gone completely. + +Landing softly on the ocean’s surface, Max extended his left hand and pulled the demon’s body out from the water. It was heavy and lifeless now, a ruined husk of charred black flesh with red lines fading rapidly like the last traces of an extinguished curse. + +He looked at it for a moment in silence. + +Then, without hesitation, Max summoned his black flames and engulfed the corpse entirely. It hissed and crackled under the flames, thrashing faintly as if something still lived inside. But Max didn’t flinch. He held it steady, burning it until there was nothing left but ash. + +He didn’t dare devour it. Not even a single speck. + +Even when it stood merely in front of him during the battle, Max could feel his Infernal Demon Transformation nearly activating on its own. The temptation, the pull—it had been too close. He could only imagine what would happen if he absorbed the creature’s essence. Perhaps... he wouldn’t remain Max anymore. + +So he burned it all—every last trace. + +Ash scattered over the ocean’s surface as the sky slowly calmed. The battle was over. + +At this moment, Max truly understood the limits—and possibilities—of his current battle strength. That fight had pushed him to his absolute edge. He had used everything: his Dragon Scales Transformation, all 600 Draconic Essences, his Lightning Manifestation Armor, his Three Dimensional Body, Concept of Severing Sword, even the forbidden power of Violet Lightning. + +If he poured in that much effort, then yes—he could defeat peak Master Rank experts. But even then, it would be extremely difficult to face a true Champion Rank opponent. Especially one above level one. + +The demonic being’s raw strength and defense alone had clearly crossed into the realm of Champion Rank—it was only its lack of battle awareness, its absence of strategy or sentient intelligence, that gave Max a chance. Had it fought like a human—with reason, with cunning—Max doubted he could have survived for long. + +Suddenly— + +Clap. Clap. + +A slow, almost casual applause echoed in the air, clear and composed. + +Max’s body stiffened. His head turned sharply in the direction of the sound, and there he saw him—a man standing midair, dressed in refined robes that shimmered faintly in the light, his dark hair tied back, every strand in perfect order. + +He carried no weapons, no aura of aggression, and yet... his mere presence warped the air around him subtly, like space itself was adjusting to his being. + +"What an impressive display of strength." the man said with genuine admiration in his voice, a calm smile on his lips. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the man. He couldn’t sense anything—no energy fluctuations, no pressure, not even a heartbeat. It was like the man was standing in the fabric of the world rather than on it. That could only mean one thing. + +’I can’t see through his strength at all,’ Max thought grimly. ’That means he’s at least Champion Rank. And I didn’t even sense when he arrived...’ He realized, belatedly, that his entire focus had been locked onto the demonic being—that narrow attention had cost him awareness of this man’s approach. Which was dangerous. + +"It’s nice to see such geniuses rising in the Lower Domain," the man continued, his tone polite but measured. "I am Pasch, one of the guardians on duty here." + +A guardian. + +Max’s gaze sharpened. He had completely forgotten about them. They should arrive in the Lower Domain for matter like that. The so-called Rulers of the Lower Domain, tasked with maintaining balance, rarely interfering unless something truly threatening arose. And now one stood before him. + +Max nodded slowly, his voice calm but edged with underlying meaning. "I see. So even if I hadn’t killed that creature... you would have." + +Pasch smiled lightly, but didn’t confirm or deny. + +Max didn’t need an answer. The guardian’s presence meant this wasn’t just a random fight gone out of control. + +But he felt no regret for taking matters into his own hands. If he had waited—if he had done nothing and simply hoped help would come—the demonic being could have killed dozens before anyone acted. + +Just then, a ripple of movement broke the tension in the air as Elias and Aria arrived beside Max, their figures floating steadily above the ruined battlefield. + +The aura of battle still lingered around Max, the charred remnants of his right hand and faint trails of black smoke clinging to the fading flames in the sky. + +Elias’s expression immediately lit up upon seeing the refined man across from them. + +"Cousin Pasch, you came!" Elias said, relief and familiarity warming his tone. + +Pasch smiled gently, his arms still folded behind his back as he regarded them all. "How could I not come when a being as strong as a Champion Rank suddenly awakened in the Lower Domain?" His gaze swept from Elias to Aria, and then finally settled back on Max. "So, what was that creature?" + +Elias and Aria exchanged uncertain glances. Their brows furrowed in confusion, but both of them gave the same subtle shrug. They had no clue what the demonic being truly was—its origin, its nature, or what kind of force could give rise to such a monstrosity. They had only witnessed its strength, not its history. + +Max, on the other hand, remained silent for a beat. Then, without a word, he reached into his dimensional storage and retrieved a worn, leather-bound diary. Its pages were darkened with age, yet it carried a faint aura of something deeply sinister. He looked Pasch in the eyes as he casually tossed it over. + +"This diary belonged to Divine King Atherion," Max said simply, his voice steady. "I found it in the final stage of the citadel. Everything about that thing... is in there." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-633.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-633.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b1f260 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-633.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 630: Killing Azula" +slug: "ch-633" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 633 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Pasch caught the diary effortlessly, flipping through the first few pages with a single, elegant hand. As his eyes scanned the text, a slight frown tugged at the corner of his lips, but he said nothing. Max watched him closely. + +He wasn’t just handing over a piece of history—he was making a choice. He believed that the Devil God Nation—even if long fallen—still posed a very real threat to the world. If there were more of those creatures—more demonic beings hidden away, sealed in ruins, dungeons, or citadels—then the Four God Nation needed to know. They needed to prepare. + +Of course, not everything was in the diary. + +Max had kept certain truths to himself—his own suspicions about the infernal energy, its connection to Mark, the strange reactions of infernal energy against the Devil God Bloodline, and the ominous link between the Devil God Nation and Mark. + +Those were his burdens to carry, not the world’s. + +Pasch closed the diary slowly and looked up at Max again—his eyes unreadable. + +"You did a good job. This information is far more valuable to the Four God Nation than you can imagine. You were right to share it with me." Guardian Pasch nodded with quiet appreciation, his voice calm but resolute. His gaze lingered on Max for a moment longer, as if silently acknowledging the weight of the decision Max had made—entrusting them with knowledge that could change the very balance of power in the realm. + +Then, Pasch turned toward Elias and Aria, his expression regaining its composed authority. "I’ll wait for you two for another month," he added.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +"A month is enough," Elias replied firmly, his arms crossed. His tone was calm, but decisive. There wasn’t much left for them in the Lower Domain. Their duty was nearing its end—once Max was taken to the Middle Domain, their responsibilities here would be fulfilled. + +Pasch gave a slight nod, then, without another word, his figure shimmered and faded—vanishing like a passing wind, as though he was never there to begin with. + +The air grew quiet for a moment before Aria turned to Max. "When will you leave?" she asked, her voice carrying the weight of concern, yet respect for Max’s decision. + +Max thought for a while, his gaze drifting toward the ocean horizon. "In one week," he finally said. "Give me just one week of time." + +"Alright," Elias answered before Aria could. "We’ll wait here—by the citadel—until then." + +But almost as if mocking his words, a sudden tremor shook the air. The citadel, once a towering symbol of mystery and power floating in the sky, began to glow in a deep, pulsing red light. Everyone turned to look just in time to see it surge upward, propelled by a mysterious force. + +The speed of its ascension was staggering, a blinding blur of crimson and ancient energy. A deafening boom rang out across the sky as a shockwave exploded in its wake, forcing everyone present to instinctively shield themselves and retreat several paces back. + +They watched, stunned, as the entire citadel shot into the heavens like a spear of light—and vanished. + +Elias’s expression darkened instantly. He stood in stunned silence, processing what had just happened. After all, he had just said he would wait by the citadel, and now it was gone—ripped from the skies in front of their very eyes as if it had heard his words and decided otherwise. + +"...You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath. + +"How about we accompany you this whole week?" Aria suggested softly, her tone sincere but laced with a quiet resolve. She wasn’t just offering company—this was her way of trying to build trust, to show Max that not all alliances had to be forged with soul contracts and wary negotiations. + +Max paused, considering it for a moment. Then he gave a small nod. "Alright. I guess I could use some help around here." A wicked grin crept across his face. "Let’s go cause some destruction." + +*** + +Later that day, the sky above the Monarch’s fortress in the Central Region cracked with pressure as a massive group descended from the heavens like retribution. + +They came from the citadel—those who had survived and thrived within it. Elarion and the elite elves of the Lost Continent. King Magnar, flanked by Kate, Ralph, and the rest of the Valora Continent’s warriors. And standing at the center of it all, like the eye of a storm, were Max, Aria, and Elias. + +The sheer force of their arrival sent tremors through the region. Powerful auras swept across the land like a tidal wave, and immediately, several powerful figures from the Monarch shot into the sky to confront the intrusion. Among them were Azula and the two remaining Commandments, their faces tight with confusion and brewing hostility. + +"Magnar, have you lost your mind?" Azula snapped, her eyes burning with disdain. "To think you’d dare bring war to my doorstep. Are you begging for death?" + +King Magnar didn’t flinch. Instead, he laughed and cocked his chin toward the center of their group. "It’s not me you should be worried about. It’s him." + +Azula followed his gaze—and the moment her eyes landed on Max, her expression twisted. Shock hit her first, then grief, and then, in the blink of an eye, it erupted into a volcano of hatred. Her aura exploded like a geyser of dark flame as her body surged forward, voice trembling with fury. "You bastard! You killed my son—DIE!" + +She shot forward at blinding speed, intending to grab Max by the throat, to crush the life out of him with her own hands. + +But then—everything stopped. + +In the next instant, the entire sky seemed to freeze in place, and gasps echoed from the Monarch’s forces. Azula’s murderous momentum had come to a screeching halt not because she changed her mind, but because she was no longer in control. Her body hung still, frozen in the air—not by some force, not by magic. + +By a hand. + +Max’s hand. + +He stood unmoved, calm as ever, gripping her neck with a single hand like he had plucked a leaf from a branch. His fingers tightened slightly, and her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide in disbelief. Not just at how fast he had moved—but how effortlessly he had overpowered her. + +She didn’t even see him move. + +"You’ve killed so many innocent people," Max’s voice was flat, emotionless, a blade dulled from too much blood. "Slaughtered cities. Committed atrocities... and I wouldn’t have cared. But you and Drevon made a mistake." His eyes burned like coals. "You came after me." + +Azula’s pupils shook. Panic had long overtaken her pride. "No—wait, wait! Please! We have ties with the Guardians! Silus—Silus knows Drevon! He’ll kill you—he’ll—" + +"Silus is already dead," Max said coldly. + +Her heart stopped before her life did. With a final squeeze, her neck cracked. Then black flames erupted from Max’s hand, engulfing her. There was no scream—only a choked gasp before she was reduced to cinders. Not even ash drifted away—she was erased. + +"You bastard!!" + +"You’ll pay for this!" + +The two Commandments roared, fury overwhelming sense as they launched their attacks. But Max didn’t even blink. Twin flashes of blue light streaked through the air. A heartbeat later, their heads were severed, tumbling like lifeless fruit before their bodies crashed into the ruins below. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-634.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-634.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8c35f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-634.md @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 631: Central Association" +slug: "ch-634" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 634 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1511 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max turned his gaze downward. + +"Emperor’s Domain," he muttered. A black flaming crown appeared on his head, mirrored by a massive crown high above the Monarch. Its fiery black brilliance pulsed, heavy and suffocating. + +Then came the next command. + +"Emperor’s Judgment." + +A rumble shook the sky. + +And then hell was unleashed. + +From the fiery crown, a barrage of weapons made of searing black flames began to rain down. Thousands—tens of thousands—swords, spears, axes, hammers—each one howling with vengeful power, descended like divine punishment upon the Monarch. + +Screams tore through the air. + +Cries of agony. + +Begging. + +Flesh was ripped apart. Buildings exploded into rubble. Blood splattered the once-proud halls. People tried to run—leaders, soldiers, even children of the inner court—but there was no escape. Every weapon found a target. The black flames did not discriminate. They fed on despair, on fear, on the very soul. + +"NOOOO!" + +"PLEASE—HELP—ARRGH!" + +"STOP! I SURRENDER! I SUR—" + +Flames silenced them all. + +Max hovered above it all, unmoving. Unfeeling. His expression didn’t change as he watched them die. There was no joy. No sorrow. Just judgment. + +"More," he whispered coldly. As if responding to his will, the flaming crown trembled—and from it, more weapons surged forth. Not just thousands this time. Hundreds of thousands. Spears of death. Swords like falling comets. Hammers that tore the wind apart with their descent. + +A river of flame. + +A storm of judgment. + +The people below—once proud, once feared—were now screaming. Scrambling. Crying. + +"HELP ME—!" + +"I DON’T WANT TO DIE—PLEASE!" + +"NO—NO—NO—!" + +Their voices were drowned in fire. + +Buildings collapsed like sandcastles. Every defensive barrier they conjured—shattered. Every technique they released—devoured. It wasn’t even a battle anymore. It was a massacre. A purge. The very ground cried beneath the weight of it all. + +Some ran to the skies. + +Max pointed. + +Dozens of black flaming chains shot upward and pierced them in the air, dragging them back down into the flaming abyss. Their screams faded long before they hit the ground. + +Noticing some were hiding within the buildings from his Three Dimensional Body, Max’s eyes narrowed. + +From his flaming crown, dozens of gigantic black swords began to descend. Each one larger than houses. Each one moved with a single purpose—to destroy. + +They landed across the ruins, crushing survivors into meatpaste. + +Everywhere the gigantic swords would move, only destruction would follow. + +Screams. + +Begging. + +Crackling fire. + +Blood. + +And above it all, Max stood like a sovereign of destruction, his black flaming eyes surveying the carnage without a flicker of hesitation. + +Elias and Aria stood far behind, watching in stunned silence. + +"...he’s not hesitating," Elias whispered. "Not even for a second." + +Aria’s expression was grim. These scenes were common in the Middle Domain. There were sometimes war between two forces and if one of the forces won, they would eradicate the other forces completely. They like Max didn’t want to leave behind someone who would grow to seek revenge. + +But even she couldn’t help the chill that crept up her spine as she watched Max incinerate yet another squad with a simple wave of his hand. + +This was not revenge. + +This was eradication. + +A reckoning. + +And when the final scream died away, when the last black sword faded into smoke, nothing remained of the Monarch. + +No bodies. + +No bones. + +No walls. + +Only a smoldering crater. + +And Max still stood there—calm, composed, untouched by the horror he had wrought. + +The world would remember this day. The day the Monarch fell—not to war, not to rebellion—but to the wrath of a single man who showed no mercy. + +Max hovered in the sky, eyes closed, the crown of flames fading from above his head. His voice, when it came, was quiet. "Done." + +The leaders of the Lower Domain stood in stunned silence, their throats dry, their minds numb, as they stared at the blackened ruins of the Monarch. The screams still echoed in their ears. The flames, though gone, still seemed to dance in their vision. Max hadn’t just defeated the Monarch—he had obliterated it, reduced it to nothing with the sheer force of his will and power. + +And he hadn’t blinked. Not once. He had done it with a terrifying calmness, as if erasing a kingdom was no different from swatting a fly. That ruthlessness, that emotionless execution of justice—it struck fear into them. Deep, bone-chilling fear. + +For the first time, they truly understood the scale of strength Max possessed. He wasn’t just the strongest in the Lower Domain—he stood above them all like an unshakeable force of nature. A storm that couldn’t be stopped. + +Once it was done, Max didn’t linger in the destruction. Instead, he called for King Magnar. Calmly, clearly, he made a request—no, an order. The Lower Domain needed a unified force. A coalition. A united army drawn from every major faction across both continents. Not something symbolic or weak—a true powerhouse. + +A force that would stand above all others, capable of crushing any threat that dared rise again. The others could only nod in agreement, too shaken to argue, and in truth, none of them dared oppose the idea. If Max had wanted, he could have ruled them all alone. But instead, he chose to strengthen the world they shared. + +Max named the newly formed force Central Association. + +He didn’t stop there. He also instructed King Magnar and Elarion to establish a joint academy—one that would nurture the strongest geniuses from both continents under one roof. A place not just of learning, but of challenge, of fire-forged growth, of rivalry and discipline. + +The future of the Lower Domain depended not on its walls or weapons, but on its people. The roots of any civilization were its youth. Max knew that. And so he gave the Lower Domain something more powerful than his own protection—a path to survive without him. + +Once his work was done, Max didn’t wait for praise or applause. He simply turned away from the ruins of Monarch and walked toward the horizon. His figure disappeared into the winds, heading quietly toward the Lost Continent. + +In a quiet garden tucked within the grand estate of the Human Saint Alliance’s Sun Faction, Lucas sat alone, sipping tea under the soft golden light of the afternoon sun. Birds chirped, the flowers swayed, and the world felt calm—peaceful, almost perfect. Lucas let out a satisfied sigh, momentarily forgetting the past chaos. But peace, for men like him, was a fleeting illusion. + +"Are you enjoying your day, Lucas?" came a voice—smooth, casual, and absolutely the last one he ever wanted to hear again. + +His body jolted. His eyes shot wide open as he turned and saw Max descending calmly from the sky like death given form. Lucas’s cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the stone path. "W-what are you doing here?!" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, but the tremor gave him away. + +Max landed with unhurried grace, brushing some imaginary dust off his robes before sitting across from Lucas. "I just wanted to see you," he said with a half-smile. "Catch up. See how your days are going. Are you enjoying life?" + +"I—what do you want?" Lucas snapped, but the fear was already gnawing at him. The last time Max came to the Lost Continent, he had nearly killed Drevon, forced him to flee in disgrace. Lucas remembered the sight of Drevon battered and bloodied too well. + +Max’s smile vanished. "I want to kill you, of course. What other reason would I have to visit you?" + +Panic turned to rage. Lucas roared, "Die!" Earth shook as dozens of massive stone dragons burst from the ground, all rushing toward Max to crush him in a vicious pincer strike. But it was pointless. + +Swish— + +A single blue light flashed. + +Lucas’s body froze. His mouth still hung open. And then—with a soft thud—his head rolled to the ground. His lifeless body toppled moments later. + +Max stood where he had sat, brushing imaginary dust from his shoulder again. "You never learn, do you?" he muttered, almost disappointed. With a flick of his finger, black flames consumed Lucas’s corpse entirely. Nothing remained. No bones, no ash. Just a faint smell of smoke in the garden breeze. + +But Max wasn’t done. + +He made his way to the Sun Faction’s central estate and found its leader—the very man who once stood proud beside Drevon. And without ceremony, Max killed him too. No speeches. No questions. Just judgment. + +But it didn’t end with the humans. + +Max moved on, crossing the boundaries into demon territory. He didn’t hold back. City after city, outpost after outpost, he hunted them all. With sword, with flame, with lightning and space, he tore through the demonic race. They tried to resist. They failed. They tried to escape. He caught them. They begged. He gave them silence. + +By the time he was done, the Lost Continent had been cleansed. + +Only humans and elves remained. The demons, who once spread fear and chaos, who allied with monsters like Drevon, were no more. + +Max had turned them into a Chapter of history—one that would never be written again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-635.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-635.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd76225 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-635.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 630: Killing Azula" +slug: "ch-635" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 635 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Pasch caught the diary effortlessly, flipping through the first few pages with a single, elegant hand. As his eyes scanned the text, a slight frown tugged at the corner of his lips, but he said nothing. Max watched him closely. + +He wasn’t just handing over a piece of history—he was making a choice. He believed that the Devil God Nation—even if long fallen—still posed a very real threat to the world. If there were more of those creatures—more demonic beings hidden away, sealed in ruins, dungeons, or citadels—then the Four God Nation needed to know. They needed to prepare. + +Of course, not everything was in the diary. + +Max had kept certain truths to himself—his own suspicions about the infernal energy, its connection to Mark, the strange reactions of infernal energy against the Devil God Bloodline, and the ominous link between the Devil God Nation and Mark. + +Those were his burdens to carry, not the world’s. + +Pasch closed the diary slowly and looked up at Max again—his eyes unreadable. + +"You did a good job. This information is far more valuable to the Four God Nation than you can imagine. You were right to share it with me." Guardian Pasch nodded with quiet appreciation, his voice calm but resolute. His gaze lingered on Max for a moment longer, as if silently acknowledging the weight of the decision Max had made—entrusting them with knowledge that could change the very balance of power in the realm. + +Then, Pasch turned toward Elias and Aria, his expression regaining its composed authority. "I’ll wait for you two for another month," he added. + +"A month is enough," Elias replied firmly, his arms crossed. His tone was calm, but decisive. There wasn’t much left for them in the Lower Domain. Their duty was nearing its end—once Max was taken to the Middle Domain, their responsibilities here would be fulfilled. + +Pasch gave a slight nod, then, without another word, his figure shimmered and faded—vanishing like a passing wind, as though he was never there to begin with. + +The air grew quiet for a moment before Aria turned to Max. "When will you leave?" she asked, her voice carrying the weight of concern, yet respect for Max’s decision. + +Max thought for a while, his gaze drifting toward the ocean horizon. "In one week," he finally said. "Give me just one week of time." + +"Alright," Elias answered before Aria could. "We’ll wait here—by the citadel—until then." + +But almost as if mocking his words, a sudden tremor shook the air. The citadel, once a towering symbol of mystery and power floating in the sky, began to glow in a deep, pulsing red light. Everyone turned to look just in time to see it surge upward, propelled by a mysterious force. + +The speed of its ascension was staggering, a blinding blur of crimson and ancient energy. A deafening boom rang out across the sky as a shockwave exploded in its wake, forcing everyone present to instinctively shield themselves and retreat several paces back. + +They watched, stunned, as the entire citadel shot into the heavens like a spear of light—and vanished. + +Elias’s expression darkened instantly. He stood in stunned silence, processing what had just happened. After all, he had just said he would wait by the citadel, and now it was gone—ripped from the skies in front of their very eyes as if it had heard his words and decided otherwise. + +"...You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath. + +"How about we accompany you this whole week?" Aria suggested softly, her tone sincere but laced with a quiet resolve. She wasn’t just offering company—this was her way of trying to build trust, to show Max that not all alliances had to be forged with soul contracts and wary negotiations. + +Max paused, considering it for a moment. Then he gave a small nod. "Alright. I guess I could use some help around here." A wicked grin crept across his face. "Let’s go cause some destruction." + +*** + +Later that day, the sky above the Monarch’s fortress in the Central Region cracked with pressure as a massive group descended from the heavens like retribution. + +They came from the citadel—those who had survived and thrived within it. Elarion and the elite elves of the Lost Continent. King Magnar, flanked by Kate, Ralph, and the rest of the Valora Continent’s warriors. And standing at the center of it all, like the eye of a storm, were Max, Aria, and Elias. + +The sheer force of their arrival sent tremors through the region. Powerful auras swept across the land like a tidal wave, and immediately, several powerful figures from the Monarch shot into the sky to confront the intrusion. Among them were Azula and the two remaining Commandments, their faces tight with confusion and brewing hostility. + +"Magnar, have you lost your mind?" Azula snapped, her eyes burning with disdain. "To think you’d dare bring war to my doorstep. Are you begging for death?" + +King Magnar didn’t flinch. Instead, he laughed and cocked his chin toward the center of their group. "It’s not me you should be worried about. It’s him." + +Azula followed his gaze—and the moment her eyes landed on Max, her expression twisted. Shock hit her first, then grief, and then, in the blink of an eye, it erupted into a volcano of hatred. Her aura exploded like a geyser of dark flame as her body surged forward, voice trembling with fury. "You bastard! You killed my son—DIE!" + +She shot forward at blinding speed, intending to grab Max by the throat, to crush the life out of him with her own hands. + +But then—everything stopped. + +In the next instant, the entire sky seemed to freeze in place, and gasps echoed from the Monarch’s forces. Azula’s murderous momentum had come to a screeching halt not because she changed her mind, but because she was no longer in control. Her body hung still, frozen in the air—not by some force, not by magic. + +By a hand. + +Max’s hand. + +He stood unmoved, calm as ever, gripping her neck with a single hand like he had plucked a leaf from a branch. His fingers tightened slightly, and her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide in disbelief. Not just at how fast he had moved—but how effortlessly he had overpowered her. + +She didn’t even see him move. + +"You’ve killed so many innocent people," Max’s voice was flat, emotionless, a blade dulled from too much blood. "Slaughtered cities. Committed atrocities... and I wouldn’t have cared. But you and Drevon made a mistake." His eyes burned like coals. "You came after me." + +Azula’s pupils shook. Panic had long overtaken her pride. "No—wait, wait! Please! We have ties with the Guardians! Silus—Silus knows Drevon! He’ll kill you—he’ll—" + +"Silus is already dead," Max said coldly. + +Her heart stopped before her life did. With a final squeeze, her neck cracked. Then black flames erupted from Max’s hand, engulfing her. There was no scream—only a choked gasp before she was reduced to cinders. Not even ash drifted away—she was erased. + +"You bastard!!" + +"You’ll pay for this!" + +The two Commandments roared, fury overwhelming sense as they launched their attacks. But Max didn’t even blink. Twin flashes of blue light streaked through the air. A heartbeat later, their heads were severed, tumbling like lifeless fruit before their bodies crashed into the ruins below. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-636.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-636.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..09220c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-636.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 632: Taking Last Care of Lower Domain" +slug: "ch-636" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 636 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After taking care of some of his personal affairs—cleaning up the remnants of the Monarch, erasing the Sun Faction’s filth from the Lost Continent, and eliminating every last trace of demon blood—Max turned his full attention toward building a foundation for the future. + +He became visibly more composed, his expressions lighter, his movements no longer weighed down by vengeance. With the chaos behind him, he directed his efforts into creation rather than destruction. + +The first step was forming the Central Association, a unifying faction that brought together all major powers of the Lower Domain under one banner. It wasn’t difficult for him—his strength had long since silenced any voice that dared challenge him. + +The leaders of various factions, both from the Valora and Lost Continents, gathered without resistance when summoned. He spoke once, clearly, and all agreed. Everyone wanted peace. Everyone feared the next calamity. And no one dared defy Max. + +The Central Association was born in a matter of days, its authority resting firmly in Max’s hands but operated by capable allies like King Magnar and Elarion. + +With that established, Max pushed for something even more important—a central academy, built not as a symbol of power but as a crucible for the next generation. A place where geniuses from every corner of the Lower Domain would train together, sharpen one another, and rise beyond what the older generation ever imagined. + +The land for the academy was secured easily; respected architects and formation experts from both continents volunteered their services. Within a week, the construction had already begun, funded and protected by the might of the Central Association. + +Max personally oversaw the blueprint—a massive, sprawling structure surrounded by nature, embedded with countless training zones, fields, and sparring arenas. He wanted a place where potential could blossom, where no child had to grow up fearing the shadow of powerful monsters or corrupted nobles. + +And so, quietly, diligently, he laid the foundation—not just for an academy, but for a future where the Lower Domain would no longer be considered weak, no longer be prey for demons or monarchs or anyone. In this time of rebuilding, Max no longer fought with swords or flames. He led with vision, and strangely, it came as easily to him as killing once did. + +After taking care of everything—wiping out the Monarch, eliminating the demons, forming the Central Association, and establishing the grand academy—Max finally felt a rare calm settle within him. + +For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was no urgent threat clawing at the gates, no burning fury pushing him toward destruction. He stood at the highest point of the newly constructed academy with a calm expression on his pace. His eyes softened. This... this was the kind of world he wanted to leave behind. A world not of constant bloodshed, but one of growth, unity, and purpose. + +Though he did wonder if such a world would only lead to more chaos in the future. + +He knew his next journey—to the Middle Domain—would be long, perilous, and filled with challenges far greater than anything he had faced so far. And deep down, he knew... the Lower Domain would soon become a distant memory, a place he might not return to for many years, maybe never. That thought stirred something inside him. Responsibility. Attachment. A strange sort of pride. + +So, before he departed, Max decided to leave behind more than just an academy or an organization. He gathered all the top experts—Magnar, Elarion, Kate, and the other trusted leaders—and passed on techniques, strategies, even resources he had collected throughout his journey. He crafted a protective formation around the academy with the help of Blob and embedded it into the land itself, making sure the next time a calamity struck, they wouldn’t be helpless. + +He also selected a few young talents personally—those with sharp eyes, hardened wills, and the spark of potential—and granted them some good techniques, teaching them not just how to fight, but how to lead. + +And once it was done... Max stood at the border between the Lower and Middle Domain, the wind brushing against his clothes as he looked back one last time. + +He smiled faintly. ’This place will always be memorable.’ + +"Elias, Aria... Let’s go to the Middle Domain." Max said to the two of them who had been staying in the Lower Domain for the past week. + +Aria nodded. "There are only two ways to the Middle Domain aside from the teleportation runes some privilege ones hold in the Lower Domain?" + +Max thought for a moment before saying. "The only one I know is the Forsaken Wilds. Only by crossing that forbidden realm would we enter the Middle Domain. The other way should be managed by the guardians like the two of you from the Four God Nation." + +Aria nodded and said. "You are correct but there is another route to the Middle Domain aside from those two." + +She added, "The third route... it’s not spoken of often. It’s called the Abyssal Stair. A path carved by ancient experts before the Four God Nation even came into power. It lies hidden beneath the Cradle of Thorns, deep within the Hollow Earth Valley. Unlike the Forsaken Wilds, which is a physical trial of beasts and corruption, the Abyssal Stair is abattlefield of peak geniuses from the Middle Domain. Each step forward drags you deeper into illusions, trials of your past, future, fears, and regrets. It’s said only those with unwavering will can pass through it without losing their minds—or worse." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. "And which path are we taking?" + +"Of course we are going through the headquarters of the guardians." Aria said. "Believe me when I say other than that route, the route from Abyssal Stairs and Forsaken Wilds are known for their death rates. Only a few ever would survive their way to the Middle Domain and we ren’t taking out chances here." + +She added. "Though we have to sneak you out from the headquarters of the guardians at least our lives won’t be at stakes there." + +But Max frowned slightly as he heard her words. "Are the Forsaken Wilds and Abyssal Stair really that dangerous?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine confusion. "We’re at the Master Rank now, right? Shouldn’t we be able to handle them?" His tone wasn’t arrogant—just uncertain, as if trying to understand where his limits truly lay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-637.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-637.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4f17f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-637.md @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 631: Central Association" +slug: "ch-637" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 637 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1511 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max turned his gaze downward. + +"Emperor’s Domain," he muttered. A black flaming crown appeared on his head, mirrored by a massive crown high above the Monarch. Its fiery black brilliance pulsed, heavy and suffocating. + +Then came the next command. + +"Emperor’s Judgment." + +A rumble shook the sky. + +And then hell was unleashed. + +From the fiery crown, a barrage of weapons made of searing black flames began to rain down. Thousands—tens of thousands—swords, spears, axes, hammers—each one howling with vengeful power, descended like divine punishment upon the Monarch. + +Screams tore through the air. + +Cries of agony. + +Begging. + +Flesh was ripped apart. Buildings exploded into rubble. Blood splattered the once-proud halls. People tried to run—leaders, soldiers, even children of the inner court—but there was no escape. Every weapon found a target. The black flames did not discriminate. They fed on despair, on fear, on the very soul. + +"NOOOO!" + +"PLEASE—HELP—ARRGH!" + +"STOP! I SURRENDER! I SUR—" + +Flames silenced them all. + +Max hovered above it all, unmoving. Unfeeling. His expression didn’t change as he watched them die. There was no joy. No sorrow. Just judgment. + +"More," he whispered coldly. As if responding to his will, the flaming crown trembled—and from it, more weapons surged forth. Not just thousands this time. Hundreds of thousands. Spears of death. Swords like falling comets. Hammers that tore the wind apart with their descent. + +A river of flame. + +A storm of judgment. + +The people below—once proud, once feared—were now screaming. Scrambling. Crying. + +"HELP ME—!" + +"I DON’T WANT TO DIE—PLEASE!" + +"NO—NO—NO—!" + +Their voices were drowned in fire. + +Buildings collapsed like sandcastles. Every defensive barrier they conjured—shattered. Every technique they released—devoured. It wasn’t even a battle anymore. It was a massacre. A purge. The very ground cried beneath the weight of it all. + +Some ran to the skies. + +Max pointed. + +Dozens of black flaming chains shot upward and pierced them in the air, dragging them back down into the flaming abyss. Their screams faded long before they hit the ground. + +Noticing some were hiding within the buildings from his Three Dimensional Body, Max’s eyes narrowed. + +From his flaming crown, dozens of gigantic black swords began to descend. Each one larger than houses. Each one moved with a single purpose—to destroy. + +They landed across the ruins, crushing survivors into meatpaste. + +Everywhere the gigantic swords would move, only destruction would follow. + +Screams. + +Begging. + +Crackling fire. + +Blood. + +And above it all, Max stood like a sovereign of destruction, his black flaming eyes surveying the carnage without a flicker of hesitation. + +Elias and Aria stood far behind, watching in stunned silence. + +"...he’s not hesitating," Elias whispered. "Not even for a second." + +Aria’s expression was grim. These scenes were common in the Middle Domain. There were sometimes war between two forces and if one of the forces won, they would eradicate the other forces completely. They like Max didn’t want to leave behind someone who would grow to seek revenge. + +But even she couldn’t help the chill that crept up her spine as she watched Max incinerate yet another squad with a simple wave of his hand. + +This was not revenge. + +This was eradication. + +A reckoning. + +And when the final scream died away, when the last black sword faded into smoke, nothing remained of the Monarch. + +No bodies. + +No bones. + +No walls. + +Only a smoldering crater. + +And Max still stood there—calm, composed, untouched by the horror he had wrought. + +The world would remember this day. The day the Monarch fell—not to war, not to rebellion—but to the wrath of a single man who showed no mercy. + +Max hovered in the sky, eyes closed, the crown of flames fading from above his head. His voice, when it came, was quiet. "Done." + +The leaders of the Lower Domain stood in stunned silence, their throats dry, their minds numb, as they stared at the blackened ruins of the Monarch. The screams still echoed in their ears. The flames, though gone, still seemed to dance in their vision. Max hadn’t just defeated the Monarch—he had obliterated it, reduced it to nothing with the sheer force of his will and power. + +And he hadn’t blinked. Not once. He had done it with a terrifying calmness, as if erasing a kingdom was no different from swatting a fly. That ruthlessness, that emotionless execution of justice—it struck fear into them. Deep, bone-chilling fear. + +For the first time, they truly understood the scale of strength Max possessed. He wasn’t just the strongest in the Lower Domain—he stood above them all like an unshakeable force of nature. A storm that couldn’t be stopped. + +Once it was done, Max didn’t linger in the destruction. Instead, he called for King Magnar. Calmly, clearly, he made a request—no, an order. The Lower Domain needed a unified force. A coalition. A united army drawn from every major faction across both continents. Not something symbolic or weak—a true powerhouse. + +A force that would stand above all others, capable of crushing any threat that dared rise again. The others could only nod in agreement, too shaken to argue, and in truth, none of them dared oppose the idea. If Max had wanted, he could have ruled them all alone. But instead, he chose to strengthen the world they shared. + +Max named the newly formed force Central Association. + +He didn’t stop there. He also instructed King Magnar and Elarion to establish a joint academy—one that would nurture the strongest geniuses from both continents under one roof. A place not just of learning, but of challenge, of fire-forged growth, of rivalry and discipline. + +The future of the Lower Domain depended not on its walls or weapons, but on its people. The roots of any civilization were its youth. Max knew that. And so he gave the Lower Domain something more powerful than his own protection—a path to survive without him. + +Once his work was done, Max didn’t wait for praise or applause. He simply turned away from the ruins of Monarch and walked toward the horizon. His figure disappeared into the winds, heading quietly toward the Lost Continent. + +In a quiet garden tucked within the grand estate of the Human Saint Alliance’s Sun Faction, Lucas sat alone, sipping tea under the soft golden light of the afternoon sun. Birds chirped, the flowers swayed, and the world felt calm—peaceful, almost perfect. Lucas let out a satisfied sigh, momentarily forgetting the past chaos. But peace, for men like him, was a fleeting illusion. + +"Are you enjoying your day, Lucas?" came a voice—smooth, casual, and absolutely the last one he ever wanted to hear again. + +His body jolted. His eyes shot wide open as he turned and saw Max descending calmly from the sky like death given form. Lucas’s cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the stone path. "W-what are you doing here?!" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, but the tremor gave him away. + +Max landed with unhurried grace, brushing some imaginary dust off his robes before sitting across from Lucas. "I just wanted to see you," he said with a half-smile. "Catch up. See how your days are going. Are you enjoying life?" + +"I—what do you want?" Lucas snapped, but the fear was already gnawing at him. The last time Max came to the Lost Continent, he had nearly killed Drevon, forced him to flee in disgrace. Lucas remembered the sight of Drevon battered and bloodied too well. + +Max’s smile vanished. "I want to kill you, of course. What other reason would I have to visit you?" + +Panic turned to rage. Lucas roared, "Die!" Earth shook as dozens of massive stone dragons burst from the ground, all rushing toward Max to crush him in a vicious pincer strike. But it was pointless. + +Swish— + +A single blue light flashed. + +Lucas’s body froze. His mouth still hung open. And then—with a soft thud—his head rolled to the ground. His lifeless body toppled moments later. + +Max stood where he had sat, brushing imaginary dust from his shoulder again. "You never learn, do you?" he muttered, almost disappointed. With a flick of his finger, black flames consumed Lucas’s corpse entirely. Nothing remained. No bones, no ash. Just a faint smell of smoke in the garden breeze. + +But Max wasn’t done. + +He made his way to the Sun Faction’s central estate and found its leader—the very man who once stood proud beside Drevon. And without ceremony, Max killed him too. No speeches. No questions. Just judgment. + +But it didn’t end with the humans. + +Max moved on, crossing the boundaries into demon territory. He didn’t hold back. City after city, outpost after outpost, he hunted them all. With sword, with flame, with lightning and space, he tore through the demonic race. They tried to resist. They failed. They tried to escape. He caught them. They begged. He gave them silence. + +By the time he was done, the Lost Continent had been cleansed. + +Only humans and elves remained. The demons, who once spread fear and chaos, who allied with monsters like Drevon, were no more. + +Max had turned them into a Chapter of history—one that would never be written again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-638.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-638.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e4fb61e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-638.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 632: Taking Last Care of Lower Domain" +slug: "ch-638" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 638 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After taking care of some of his personal affairs—cleaning up the remnants of the Monarch, erasing the Sun Faction’s filth from the Lost Continent, and eliminating every last trace of demon blood—Max turned his full attention toward building a foundation for the future. + +He became visibly more composed, his expressions lighter, his movements no longer weighed down by vengeance. With the chaos behind him, he directed his efforts into creation rather than destruction. + +The first step was forming the Central Association, a unifying faction that brought together all major powers of the Lower Domain under one banner. It wasn’t difficult for him—his strength had long since silenced any voice that dared challenge him. + +The leaders of various factions, both from the Valora and Lost Continents, gathered without resistance when summoned. He spoke once, clearly, and all agreed. Everyone wanted peace. Everyone feared the next calamity. And no one dared defy Max. + +The Central Association was born in a matter of days, its authority resting firmly in Max’s hands but operated by capable allies like King Magnar and Elarion. + +With that established, Max pushed for something even more important—a central academy, built not as a symbol of power but as a crucible for the next generation. A place where geniuses from every corner of the Lower Domain would train together, sharpen one another, and rise beyond what the older generation ever imagined. + +The land for the academy was secured easily; respected architects and formation experts from both continents volunteered their services. Within a week, the construction had already begun, funded and protected by the might of the Central Association. + +Max personally oversaw the blueprint—a massive, sprawling structure surrounded by nature, embedded with countless training zones, fields, and sparring arenas. He wanted a place where potential could blossom, where no child had to grow up fearing the shadow of powerful monsters or corrupted nobles. + +And so, quietly, diligently, he laid the foundation—not just for an academy, but for a future where the Lower Domain would no longer be considered weak, no longer be prey for demons or monarchs or anyone. In this time of rebuilding, Max no longer fought with swords or flames. He led with vision, and strangely, it came as easily to him as killing once did. + +After taking care of everything—wiping out the Monarch, eliminating the demons, forming the Central Association, and establishing the grand academy—Max finally felt a rare calm settle within him. + +For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was no urgent threat clawing at the gates, no burning fury pushing him toward destruction. He stood at the highest point of the newly constructed academy with a calm expression on his pace. His eyes softened. This... this was the kind of world he wanted to leave behind. A world not of constant bloodshed, but one of growth, unity, and purpose. + +Though he did wonder if such a world would only lead to more chaos in the future. + +He knew his next journey—to the Middle Domain—would be long, perilous, and filled with challenges far greater than anything he had faced so far. And deep down, he knew... the Lower Domain would soon become a distant memory, a place he might not return to for many years, maybe never. That thought stirred something inside him. Responsibility. Attachment. A strange sort of pride. + +So, before he departed, Max decided to leave behind more than just an academy or an organization. He gathered all the top experts—Magnar, Elarion, Kate, and the other trusted leaders—and passed on techniques, strategies, even resources he had collected throughout his journey. He crafted a protective formation around the academy with the help of Blob and embedded it into the land itself, making sure the next time a calamity struck, they wouldn’t be helpless. + +He also selected a few young talents personally—those with sharp eyes, hardened wills, and the spark of potential—and granted them some good techniques, teaching them not just how to fight, but how to lead. + +And once it was done... Max stood at the border between the Lower and Middle Domain, the wind brushing against his clothes as he looked back one last time. + +He smiled faintly. ’This place will always be memorable.’ + +"Elias, Aria... Let’s go to the Middle Domain." Max said to the two of them who had been staying in the Lower Domain for the past week. + +Aria nodded. "There are only two ways to the Middle Domain aside from the teleportation runes some privilege ones hold in the Lower Domain?" + +Max thought for a moment before saying. "The only one I know is the Forsaken Wilds. Only by crossing that forbidden realm would we enter the Middle Domain. The other way should be managed by the guardians like the two of you from the Four God Nation." + +Aria nodded and said. "You are correct but there is another route to the Middle Domain aside from those two." + +She added, "The third route... it’s not spoken of often. It’s called the Abyssal Stair. A path carved by ancient experts before the Four God Nation even came into power. It lies hidden beneath the Cradle of Thorns, deep within the Hollow Earth Valley. Unlike the Forsaken Wilds, which is a physical trial of beasts and corruption, the Abyssal Stair is abattlefield of peak geniuses from the Middle Domain. Each step forward drags you deeper into illusions, trials of your past, future, fears, and regrets. It’s said only those with unwavering will can pass through it without losing their minds—or worse." + +Max’s eyes narrowed. "And which path are we taking?" + +"Of course we are going through the headquarters of the guardians." Aria said. "Believe me when I say other than that route, the route from Abyssal Stairs and Forsaken Wilds are known for their death rates. Only a few ever would survive their way to the Middle Domain and we ren’t taking out chances here." + +She added. "Though we have to sneak you out from the headquarters of the guardians at least our lives won’t be at stakes there." + +But Max frowned slightly as he heard her words. "Are the Forsaken Wilds and Abyssal Stair really that dangerous?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine confusion. "We’re at the Master Rank now, right? Shouldn’t we be able to handle them?" His tone wasn’t arrogant—just uncertain, as if trying to understand where his limits truly lay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-639.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-639.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..78869f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-639.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 633: Towards the Middle Domain" +slug: "ch-639" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 639 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1140 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Aria gave him a steady look and shook her head with a solemn expression. "Forsaken Wilds is one of the three forbidden regions in the entire world of Acaris, Max. Even Legend Rank experts—those with strength far beyond ours—have perished there just because they let their guard down for a single second. That place isn’t a test. It’s a graveyard." + +She paused and let her words sink in before continuing. "And the Abyssal Stair... that isn’t just a route. It’s a battlefield, a proving ground for the Middle Domain’s most terrifying young geniuses. Only Legend Rank experts or geniuses, you can say, under the age of fifty are allowed to step foot on that path. It’s not about strength alone—it’s about potential. Talent. Destiny." + +Her voice was calm, but there was a flicker of memory in her eyes, as if she had once seen the consequences firsthand. + +Max nodded slowly as her words sank in. He hadn’t underestimated the world—he just hadn’t seen the scale of it clearly until now. + +Still, something about the Abyssal Stair sparked his curiosity. A battlefield of the chosen, where only those worthy of greatness could enter. A place like that was bound to have secrets, treasures, and trials that could push him even further. + +But he let the thought fade for now. This wasn’t the time. Not yet. First, the Middle Domain. Then everything else. + +"Let’s head to the headquarters of the Guardians then," Max said calmly, his eyes steady with resolve. + +Aria nodded without another word and, to Max’s surprise, she suddenly pulled out a sleek, boat-shaped machine from what seemed like thin air. It shimmered faintly, floating above the ground like it didn’t quite belong in the mortal world. + +"What is this?!" Max asked, blinking in shock, genuinely caught off guard like a village bumpkin seeing magic for the first time. + +Aria chuckled at his expression, clearly amused. "This is what most people in the Middle Domain use to travel across long distances—it’s called a Void Shuttle. There are different models and sizes, but mine’s specially crafted for three or four people." She patted the sleek surface of the shuttle with a small grin. "Fast, stable, and stealth-capable. Perfect for slipping into places like the Guardian headquarters." + +"Ohh..." Max nodded slowly, the gears in his mind turning with curiosity. The machine looked nothing like the flying vessels of the Lower Domain; this was elegant, efficient—Middle Domain technology through and through. + +And since it was used to travel long distances by people from the Middle Domain who could fly countless times faster than the people from the Lower Domain, one could only imagine its speed. + +"Alright, take your seats," Aria said, gesturing behind her to the cushioned seats arranged neatly behind her own. + +Elias had already made himself comfortable, reclining with ease like this was just another ride. + +Max paused for a second before turning to Elias with a raised brow. "You don’t have one of these?" he asked, his tone innocent. + +Elias’s face turned a shade darker, clearly not thrilled with the question. "Hers is faster than mine," he grumbled, not meeting Max’s eyes, his pride clearly taking a hit. He didn’t dare admit hers was probably way faster. + +Max let out a small chuckle, hiding his grin as he settled beside him. As the Void Shuttle began to hum softly and rise, Max gazed forward, a faint thrill in his chest—he was finally heading toward the Middle Domain. + +As the Void Shuttle began to take flight, Max instinctively activated his Three Dimensional Body, letting his awareness ripple outward like a wave across the world. + +He wanted to understand the path Aria had chosen—was she veering westward toward the great ranges of the Lost Continent, or weaving past the clouds above the Valora Continent? But to his growing confusion, Max realized something strange. + +The shuttle wasn’t veering at all. It wasn’t turning or bending toward any region. It was going straight up—up into the sky, higher and higher, as though the very heavens were their destination. + +The realization made Max pause, then stare out the shuttle window in silence. There was no landscape, no visible road, no sign of a curve. Just the sky—blurring past in streaks of white and gold as the void shuttle pierced through layer after layer of atmosphere like a needle through silk. + +And then Max noticed something even more bizarre. He slowly moved his right hand, just to test if it was only his mind playing tricks on him. But what he saw made his breath catch in his throat—afterimages. His own hand had left a trail of afterimages inside the shuttle as if time itself had lagged behind. That shouldn’t have been possible.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +The Void Shuttle should have isolated them from external forces of speed or motion, yet here it was—his body reacting to a velocity that defied logic. His heart thumped harder in his chest as a rush of awe coursed through him. Just how fast were they going? It felt like they were breaking through the veil that separated domains—piercing not just space, but perhaps even dimensions. + +Max couldn’t help but murmur under his breath, "This is some serious speed we are talking about." + +Soon, the Void Shuttle pierced into a dense layer of thick white clouds that blanketed the sky like a veil between worlds. The moment they entered, Max’s Three Dimensional Body—the very sense that allowed him to perceive miles in all directions, even through barriers—was swallowed whole. + +It was like his awareness had been muted, dulled, suppressed by something he couldn’t identify. It wasn’t just fog; it was something far more ancient and intentional, a mist laced with dimensional energy that bent perception itself. + +Realizing this, Max didn’t even bother to keep probing—he simply sat back, brows furrowed in curiosity. + +They flew in eerie silence for several minutes, until the clouds suddenly parted—and what emerged from the endless white made Max’s eyes widen in awe. + +Floating amidst the skies was a colossal city, suspended in the air as if held aloft by invisible threads of divine energy. Towering spires, golden domes, glowing bridges made of light itself—all stretched across a vast platform that shimmered like it was forged from condensed clouds and star-metal. + +Below the floating city, countless runes rotated like gears, keeping the city afloat with ancient magic and mechanisms no mortal realm could produce. Streams of translucent energy flowed through the city’s foundation, humming with power. + +Max could see wide streets, flying carriages, and shimmering guards clad in armor that reflected the sun’s radiance like mirrors. + +It wasn’t just a city in the sky—it was a fortress of the heavens, a divine bastion carved into the clouds. This... was the headquarters of the Guardians. A place few from the Lower Domain would ever lay eyes on in their lifetime. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-64.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-64.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ccea92 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-64.md @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 64: Battle Coins" +slug: "ch-64" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 64 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1233 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +After entering through the door, Max found himself in a medium-sized, square-shaped room. It was almost empty, except for a huge screen on the wall. + +[Do you wish to enter the fight?] + +A notification appeared before his eyes at that moment. It came from the Battle Realm. + +"Yes," Max replied, and he vanished from the room a moment later. + +He materialized in a grassy plain with sparse trees around him. + +’This place is somewhat similar to the battlefield in the Battle Cube from the general’s chambers,’ Max mused as his eyes scanned the area. + +He also noticed his opponent standing not far from him. It was a young man, about his age, with spiky black hair and a white t-shirt. + +"Father told me I would be fighting a newbie, and it seems he was right," the young man sneered as he saw Max looking around like a country bumpkin. + +"Your father is indeed correct," Max said with a faint smile, his tone calm yet sharp. He had already noticed the boy’s strength, which matched his own at level 6. "Though it’s a pity he didn’t tell you… you’re about to lose your first battle." + +"Humph, we’ll see," the young man snorted, drawing a sword. + +Max observed his stance and asked, "What class have you awakened?" + +"You don’t need to know," the young man said coldly, dashing toward Max with his sword. Midway, the blade began to release chilling white smoke, and frost spread in his wake, freezing the ground beneath him with each step. + +A moment later, he reached Max and swung the sword down. + +Katcha! + +However, to his surprise, when the blade was about to hit Max’s body, Max caught it with his hand. The frost immediately froze half of his arm, but the young man couldn’t move the sword, no matter what he did. + +"Let go! Let go of my sword!" he shouted, barking at Max. + +"As you wish," Max said, releasing the sword. But before the young man could retreat, Max sent a punch down with his fist carrying power from 2 Draconic Scales. + +Bang! + +The fist hit his gut, crushing his waist into red chunks of glowing lights. + +A moment later, his body disintegrated, and he died completely. + +’I need to find some worthy opponents who can bring out my full power; otherwise, I’ll never be able to grow properly as a hunter,’ Max contemplated, seeing how easily he defeated someone at his level. + +Having understood that only by pushing himself to the limit could he unlock the full potential of his SSS-rank class and raw power, Max wasn’t satisfied with easy opponents. + +Only by knowing his limits could he improve upon them. For that, he needed opponents who could force him to use his full strength. + +’After this test, I will challenge those at the Apprentice Rank,’ Max decided, though he understood he needed to be cautious here. + +He realized that a Novice Rank guy winning against those at the Apprentice Rank would definitely draw unwanted attention. With the Blade Family on his tail, Max couldn’t afford to make waves. + +Max pondered deeply for a moment before deciding to think about this matter after completing his current test. + +Looking back at the blue-colored door, Max entered and found himself back in his cube. + +Experience more on empire + +’I need to win two more matches,’ he thought, opening the door to his cube and stepping outside. + +"How was it? Did you win?" the yellow-haired man asked, waving at him. + +Max smiled when he saw him and nodded. "Yeah, I won, but it was a tough battle." + +The yellow-haired man smiled warmly and reassured him, "Don’t worry. Everyone messes up in their first battle. What you should focus on now is the next battles." He encouraged Max. + +Max nodded. "Brother, I will remember your advice forever," he said gratefully. + +"Check your Battle Realm status. There must be some changes," the yellow-haired man said, smiling. + +Max opened his status and noticed some changes.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +— + +[Max] + +– Number of Battles: [1] + +– Wins: [1] + +– Battle Coins: [100] + +— + +"100 Battle Coins," Max muttered, seeing a new row. He turned to the yellow-haired man. "Brother, what is the use of these Battle Coins?" he asked curiously. + +The yellow-haired man paused, gathering his thoughts before explaining to Max patiently, "Battle Coins are the main reason everyone goes crazy for the Battle Realm. Think of it as the currency of this world. The more Battle Coins you have, the greater privileges you can access." + +He added, looking mysteriously at Max, "That’s how individuals see Battle Coins. However, for the top five guilds and the five super families, it’s a way to determine which power holds the highest number of Battle Coins at the end of every three years." + +Max pondered his words. "What happens at the end of the three years?" he asked curiously. "If they’re fighting to see which power holds the most Battle Coins by then, there must be something very important happening, right?" + +The yellow-haired man was surprised by Max’s deduction and nodded. "You’re right, brother. They’re fighting for the number of quotas to the Lost Continent." + +"Lost Continent?" Max muttered, hearing the name for the first time. "What is this place that it could attract the attention of all the major powers in the East Region?" + +The yellow-haired man laughed awkwardly. "That’s something only the top powers truly know. All we hear are rumors—whispers of a grand opportunity, a reward so significant that even the five super families and top guilds are desperate to claim it." + +He added, sighing, "Brother, as a level 6 Novice Rank hunter, I only know this much. In fact, if you exclude those at the Apprentice Rank and above, hardly any hunters at the Novice Rank would know about the Lost Continent." + +Max nodded and asked one last thing he was curious about. "So, how far along are we in this 3-year cycle?" + +The yellow-haired man replied, "Two years have passed, and only about a year remains." + +"A year…" Max pondered, thinking about something. + +"By the way, brother, let’s have a battle between us," the yellow-haired young man suggested. "I’ll go easy on you since it’s your second battle." + +"If you say so," Max replied, somewhat hesitant. + +"Don’t worry, brother. As I said, I’ll go easy on you," the yellow-haired young man reassured, seeing Max’s hesitation. + +Max nodded and asked, "So, how do I challenge you?" + +"Just point at me with your index finger, and a screen will pop up," the yellow-haired man instructed. + +Max nodded and pointed at him with his index finger. + +Almost instantly, a notification popped up in his vision. + +[Do you wish to challenge Norman Caif?] + +"Yes," Max replied without hesitation. + +"The invitation to the challenge came to me," Norman said with a smile as he accepted Max’s challenge. + +"Let’s fight then," he said, stepping forward and entering his cube. + +Max smiled, seeing how eager Norman was for the fight. "It’s not my fault, brother. You just chose the wrong guy," he sighed, shaking his head as he entered his cube as well. + +Moments later, they both appeared in the plain, grassy battlefield. + +"Oh, brother, your class seems awesome," Max said, smiling as he looked at the five daggers floating around Norman. + +"Hehe," Norman grinned proudly, "It’s called Dagger Dancer." + +With those words, he launched the five flying daggers at Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-640.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-640.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31566b5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-640.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 634: Wall of Divide" +slug: "ch-640" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 640 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1311 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max was utterly stunned as he stepped out of the Void Shuttle, his boots pressing against the clouds that, somehow, felt as solid as any stone pathway back in the Lower Domain. + +He turned slowly, taking in the sight once more—the majestic floating city hovering in the sky, supported not by visible pillars or mountains but by massive, ever-spinning runes that glowed faintly beneath the surface, like celestial gears turning in silence. + +"This is magical!" he muttered aloud, his voice barely more than a whisper as awe overwhelmed him. + +"It certainly is," Aria replied with a gentle smile, clearly amused by his reaction. She had seen this reaction from many first-timers, but Max’s wonder still brought a flicker of pride to her eyes. + +Max furrowed his brows, trying to piece things together. "Wait... is the Middle Domain in the sky or something?" The confusion in his tone was genuine. + +From what he’d experienced, they had ascended through layer upon layer of clouds, then suddenly arrived at this seemingly divine stronghold. To him, it almost felt like they were nearing outer space. "So are we just going higher and higher?" + +"That’s not it," Aria said as she disembarked from the shuttle, the fabric of her clothes flowing with the ethereal breeze. Her tone shifted into something more thoughtful as she explained, "Our world—Acaris—is actually hollow from within. At least, that’s what the oldest records and legends suggest. From the outside, in what we call the starry sky, it appears like a star, just one among countless others twinkling in the darkness. But the truth is, we don’t live on the outside surface of a world. We live inside it." + +She turned to him as her boots touched down gently on the cloud-surface, which offered no hint of instability—only a firm, warm solidity, as if it were made of condensed essence rather than water vapor. "No one’s ever gone beyond to the starry sky or even confirmed what’s truly out there. The starry sky is unreachable. But what we do know is that within Acaris, from the Lower Domain to the Middle Domain, everything is layered like chambers inside a grand shell—connected by pathways, dimensions, and forces far beyond common comprehension." + +Max fell into deep thought as he stood there, eyes scanning the ethereal city built on clouds, gears, and mystery. The idea that their world was hollow, an inverted shell of endless realms stacked upon each other, stirred something within him—an instinctive desire to explore it all. Every layer. Every secret. + +"What do you mean by hollow?" Max asked, his voice low but steady, a hint of curiosity pressing behind his words. He had his own theories swirling in his mind, vague outlines of something far bigger than he’d imagined, but he needed to hear it from her. He needed to confirm if the world he thought he understood was, in fact, far more complex. + +Aria smiled softly, her expression a mix of knowledge and awe. "We don’t know the exact shape of our planet, but what we do know is that Acaris is a hollow world. We live inside it. The entire structure is like a vast shell, and within that shell are realms layered in immense divisions." + +She motioned toward the endless expanse of cloud and glowing runes beneath their feet. "What we’re standing on right now is the Wall of Divide. It separates the whole inner world into two halves. Think of our world as a hollow sphere, and this wall acts like a flat barrier bisecting it. Below the Wall of Divide lies the Lower Domain, and above it... the Middle Domain." + +Her gaze lingered on Max’s face, letting the truth sink in before continuing. "Of course, the wall doesn’t cut the sphere evenly. The Middle Domain is massive—countless times larger than the Lower Domain." + +Max’s eyes widened as the weight of her explanation hit him. That meant everything he had ever known—every sky he looked up at, every peak he’d climbed—was still inside a closed shell. They weren’t living on the world... but inside it. Like ants in a glass sphere, oblivious to the outside. + +"So, we’re basically living in a sealed box," he muttered, his voice touched with disbelief. "No knowledge of what lies beyond." + +"I understand," Max finally said with a slow nod, the awe never leaving his eyes. "That means, as long as I keep going upward from the Lower Domain, I’ll eventually reach the Middle Domain?" + +"Yes," Aria said. "In theory. But as you now know, only through certain paths—like the guardians’ routes or the Forsaken Wilds—can that be achieved." + +But there was still one question burning in Max’s mind, the kind that clings to you even in dreams. "You mentioned no one can go to outer space. So, when someone flies too high in the Middle Domain, do they eventually reach another wall? A roof? A shell? Something that marks the edge of the world?" + +Aria’s smile dimmed. "No one knows for sure. No one’s ever seen the true roof of Acaris. But the highest recorded point—the so-called Heaven’s Edge—is protected by an unknown force. Anyone who dares get close to it is slammed to the ground by an invisible pressure. Some survive, barely. Most don’t. And those who return never try again." + +Max fell silent, letting the truth of her words sink deep into his bones. So that was why the people of the Lower Domain remained confined, their eyes forever turned upward but their wings clipped by ignorance. + +The only path they knew—the Forsaken Wilds—was a death sentence for most. That’s why so few ever crossed to the next realm. Not because they were unworthy... but because they didn’t even know how. + +"Alright, let’s get you to the Middle Domain," Aria said, her tone casual as she turned and began walking toward the heart of the floating city.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +But Max, still trying to piece everything together, quickly called out, "Wait, wait!" He caught up with her and asked with clear confusion in his voice, "Wouldn’t it be possible to just keep flying upward and eventually reach the Middle Domain that way?" + +Aria turned around and gave a small nod, confirming his guess. "You’re right. If someone were to keep ascending high enough, they would indeed break through the Wall of Divide and enter the Middle Domain." + +But then her expression turned serious, her eyes sharp with warning. "But there’s a catch. Doing that—crossing the barrier without authorization—would immediately trigger the guardian network here in the Wall of Divide. Anyone who breaches it, whether coming down from the Middle Domain or ascending from the Lower Domain, is considered a potential threat. The guardians stationed here will be alerted instantly, and they won’t hesitate to hunt you down. Even if you don’t mean harm, they’ll treat you as a hostile infiltrator." + +She paused, letting the weight of her words settle before continuing. "That’s why there’s a safer way. Every guardian outpost in the Wall of Divide maintains an ancient system of records—those who are authorized to travel freely between the domains. Once you’re officially registered and given passage rights, you can move between the Lower and Middle Domains without being flagged as a danger. Your presence will be recognized, and you’ll be protected under guardian protocol instead of pursued by it." + +She gestured toward the towering structures ahead, runes glowing faintly along their surfaces. "We’re heading there now—to have your name, your aura, and your identity added to the guardian records. Once that’s done, you’ll be acknowledged as someone who belongs to both realms." + +Max fell silent for a moment, digesting it all. It wasn’t just about strength anymore. In this world, access and recognition could be more powerful than brute force. And if he wanted to move freely between domains in the future—then he had to take this step. Properly, officially. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-641.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-641.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d3c1556 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-641.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 635: Nick" +slug: "ch-641" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 641 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1346 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max followed Aria and Elias through the radiant, rune-lit streets of the floating city known as Bridge City—a name that made perfect sense the moment he stepped into it. + +Suspended high above the Lower Domain, yet still beneath the grandeur of the Middle Domain, Bridge City served exactly as its name implied: a bridge between two vastly different worlds. + +As Aria had explained, this city wasn’t just a checkpoint or a transit hub; it was a symbol of unity between domains, governed by none other than the four major families of the Four God Nation. + +Each family held sway over a quadrant of the city, maintaining a delicate balance of power, much like they did across the entire planet of Acaris—though, here, the scale was far more contained and manageable. + +The walls were etched with protective runes that shimmered subtly with power, and grand spires reached toward the hollow sky above like monuments of ancient prestige. + +As Max walked through the city’s heart, he observed the people living here—not warriors or high-ranking guardians, but everyday men, women, and children. Market stalls bustled, laughter echoed in the air, and even schools stood at the corners of plazas.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Surprised by this contrast, Max had asked Aria why a place meant to be militarized felt so... normal. She told him that long ago, when the guardians were first established, Bridge City was designed as a forward command base, a bulwark against intrusions—whether from below or above. + +But centuries passed, and those stationed here settled down. Branch families from the Four God Nation made it their permanent home, and the city’s rigid, militaristic skeleton was slowly filled with the rhythm of civilian life. + +It wasn’t just a stronghold anymore. It had become a home. A haven in the sky. And despite its origins rooted in vigilance and war, it now pulsed with a quiet, peaceful energy that Max hadn’t expected—but deeply respected. + +Silus hailed from a prominent branch family of the Black Tortoise Nation—one that had long held the role of guardians assigned to the Lower Domain. This lineage of duty elevated his family above most ordinary branch families within the Black Tortoise Nation, granting them greater authority, respect, and recognition even among the elite. + +Because of this elevated position, their standing in the kingdom’s internal hierarchy placed them above individuals like Aria and Elias, who, while respected and powerful in their own right, came from more conventional backgrounds. + +Yet, what truly allowed Silus to stand shoulder to shoulder with direct descendants of the main family—like Elias and Aria—was the fact that he was a one-star genius, one of the select few whose talents were so extraordinary they were handpicked to be nurtured within the main bloodline’s core estate. It was a privilege not afforded to many. + +Despite growing up in the Bridge City of the Wall of Divide, far from the bustling heart of the Black Tortoise Kingdom, Silus had earned a place among the chosen few allowed to live and train in the main family’s stronghold. + +This was a sacred tradition among all four great nations of the Four God Nation: even if someone was born within a divine family in the Bridge City, they were not automatically entitled to the full privileges of the main branch. + +Only those who proved themselves—those with unmatched potential, divine comprehension, or monstrous talent—were accepted into the main family. The rest, regardless of birthright, remained in branch families, sometimes close to power, but never at the center of it. + +Silus, however, was different. His strength and rank had carved him a place where few could follow. + +"Elias, Aria... Where is Silus?" A commanding voice suddenly cut through the air, loud enough to catch the attention of everyone nearby. + +Max turned alongside Aria and Elias to see a tall young man walking toward them, his presence confident, his tone casual yet entitled. He looked older than both Aria and Elias, with sharp eyes and a demeanor that suggested he was used to getting answers when he asked questions. + +His gaze swept over them before focusing on the pair. "Where is Silus? I thought he went with you two?" he repeated, his brows furrowing ever so slightly. + +Both Aria and Elias stiffened at the sight of the man, their expressions shifting—Aria’s in particular darkening with a tinge of annoyance. + +But she quickly gathered herself and replied with a cold tone, "We were supposed to leave with him, but he took off earlier than us. Hmph, I don’t want to see him right now." + +Her words were laced with disdain, and her eyes narrowed as she continued, "Because of him, we missed the opportunity we had in our hands." Her voice was frosty, betraying her frustration over the lost chance, likely a powerful inheritance or treasure they had aimed to secure. + +The man—Nick—let out a low chuckle, clearly not surprised by this turn of events. "Ah, I see. So my little brother went on ahead. Must’ve been exploring whatever that ruin turned out to be," he said with a knowing nod, but he didn’t mention that it was he who had sent Silus ahead of Aria and Elias on purpose. + +He had planned it perfectly, wanting Silus to claim the treasures first without having to share anything with the other two geniuses of their nation. And judging by their glares, it looked like his plan had worked flawlessly. + +Then, his gaze finally turned to Max, who stood silently between the two, his unique white hair and strange, red-pink eyes making him stand out like a beacon. + +Nick’s eyes narrowed slightly with a mixture of amusement and ridicule. "And who’s this? A frog from the Lower Domain you picked up?" he sneered. + +Elias stepped in quickly with a calm smile, his voice light but hiding sharpness underneath. "He’s a servant we found recently in the Lower Domain. Nothing special." His lie was smooth, hiding the truth of Max’s overwhelming strength and everything that had occurred in the Lower Domain behind an easy mask. + +Meanwhile, Max simply stood silently, eyes slightly narrowed, watching and evaluating. He said nothing—but he remembered the name Nick. And just from this encounter alone, Max knew he’d cross paths with him again... probably not as allies. + +"A servant, huh?" Nick sneered, though he didn’t press further. It wasn’t unusual. In fact, such arrangements were common in the Middle Domain, especially among guardians or elite families like theirs. + +There had been countless occasions where someone was dispatched to the Lower Domain for a task—be it related to guarding, investigation, resource acquisition, or escort missions—and returned with one or two individuals as their personal attendants. + +It was never illegal or questionable, as long as it followed the rules laid down by the Four God Nation. + +The primary rule was simple: servitude had to be voluntary. No one was allowed to enslave or forcibly bind someone into service. The servant had to willingly follow the master, even if out of desperation or admiration. + +Nick knew this well, and that’s why he didn’t find it strange that Elias had picked up someone from the Lower Domain. + +Life in the Middle Domain was different. Geniuses here didn’t spend their days idling—they were constantly pushing their limits, exploring ruins, refining techniques, battling other prodigies, or seeking deeper understanding of the laws. + +With such a demanding lifestyle, there was hardly time for the mundane. That’s where servants came in. They managed day-to-day tasks—cleaning, managing resources, acquiring special herbs or items, handling messages, or even maintaining residences while their masters were out on long excursions. + +And in exchange, a servant gained more than just a roof and food. Most masters, especially if the servant showed potential, would pass on knowledge—help them adapt to life in the Middle Domain, share technique methods, explain the intricacies of inheritance and law comprehension, and even grant access to resources otherwise impossible to find in the Lower Domain. + +It was, in many ways, a mutual deal. So to Nick, Max didn’t stand out as anything unusual. Just another wild talent scooped up from the dirt. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-642.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-642.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b82e34 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-642.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 636: A Servant" +slug: "ch-642" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 642 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Following a few more half-hearted questions about the current state of the Lower Domain, Nick finally flew off, seemingly satisfied or at least no longer interested. The moment he disappeared from view, Max raised a brow and turned to look at Aria and Elias, his tone dry.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +"Really? A servant?" he asked, his gaze shifting between them with obvious irritation. + +Elias simply sneered, offering no answer, clearly still holding onto whatever pride he had left. It was Aria who stepped in to clarify, her voice calm but firm. + +"This is the safest way to get you into the Middle Domain," she said. "You have to understand, we’re sneaking you through, Max. It’s nearly impossible for someone from the Lower Domain to get authorized entry into the Middle Domain legitimately, especially without being born into one of the recognized bloodlines or registered under the Four God Nation’s approval. The rules of the Guardians are absolute. And only elders had some authority to stand above the rules. Otherwise, anyone attempting to cross the Wall of Divide without approval is either detained or killed on the spot." + +She added, "In that situation, the only loophole we can use is the servant clause. Servants are allowed to accompany their masters across domains, and while that rule was made to support talented individuals and maintain elite productivity, it’s our best bet for getting you in without raising any alarms." + +She sighed in the end. "People from the Lower Domain just doesn’t have the right to enter the Middle Domain. It’s an absolute rule and nothing could change that." + +Max let out a long breath and nodded. He didn’t like it, but if this was the price to reach the Middle Domain, then so be it. "Alright," he muttered. "I’ll play along." + +"Who was that guy?" Max asked again, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, not missing the sudden change in Elias’ expression. + +Elias’ face immediately darkened, his jaw tightening as he answered, "He was Nick, the big brother of Silus." + +"I see..." Max muttered, his gaze drifting off for a moment as his mind processed the information. He didn’t need to hear anything more. + +Just from that short interaction alone—the arrogance in Nick’s voice, the condescending sneer when he looked at him—Max could already feel it in his bones. + +They were going to be enemies. Maybe not now, but soon enough, their paths would collide, and when they did, it wouldn’t be peaceful. Something about the man screamed entitled, dangerous, and worse of all, cunning. + +Aria nodded in agreement, her voice low and calm. "That’s why I’ve already asked the two commanders to remain in the Lower Domain for at least another month before they make their way to the Bridge City. As long as they don’t appear here or cross paths with Nick or anyone from the Black Tortoise Nation, no one will suspect that Silus is already dead." + +Max nodded slowly, appreciating the foresight. It was a smart move. A single misstep now, a single familiar face showing up too soon, and the truth about Silus’ death would explode like wildfire. + +They needed time—time to settle Max into the Middle Domain, time to blur the trail of what happened back in the Lower Domain, and time to prepare for whatever would come next. + +Sometime later, Max, along with Aria and Elias, arrived at a large, high-ceilinged hall that buzzed with a strange energy. Rows of young faces filled the space, each one tense with anticipation, determination, or cold arrogance. + +On the opposite side of the hall, rows of middle-aged men and women sat elevated on platforms, expressionless, with flickering holographic screens dancing in front of their eyes as they scanned data flowing before them. + +’So this is the authorization place,’ Max thought as he took it all in. + +Aria had explained everything to him on the way here—this place was called the Authorization Hall. + +Every person who moved between the Middle and Lower Domains had to come through here. It was the law of the Guardians, the unbreakable boundary that separated two worlds. + +Anyone found in the Middle Domain without prior authorization, whether intentionally or not, would be hunted down by the Guardians—either killed on sight or detained indefinitely. It was a clear, ruthless system. But this hall served another purpose too. + +Max now understood that many of the people gathered here weren’t just here for inter-domain travel. + +This place was also where the geniuses of the Four God Nation—especially those raised in Bridge City—came to have their potential evaluated. If they met the standard and awakened the qualifications of a one-star genius, they could earn the right to be accepted into the main families of the Four God Nation. + +Max looked around, scanning the crowd. Every person radiated a confident, overwhelming aura. The distinction between someone from the Lower Domain and the Middle Domain had never been clearer to him. Their power, their pride, their posture—everything screamed superiority. + +And in that moment, Max also noticed something else. Among this crowd of shining talents, he was alone. There wasn’t a single person besides him who had come here from the Lower Domain, hoping to enter the Middle Domain as a servant. + +Now that he’d experienced their presence firsthand, he could clearly recognize who came from below and who didn’t—and right now, only he bore the mark of the Lower Domain. + +Geniuses of the Bridge City were strictly prohibited from acting as someone’s servant in order to gain access to the Middle Domain. + +If any of them were found doing so, it would mean immediate expulsion from their families, no matter how talented they were. There were even documented cases of such disgrace in the historical records—lessons etched into the culture, never to be repeated. + +The matter of young geniuses testing their talents was a matter that required first attention than the matter of authorisation and so it was conducted first. + +Only after that was done that the matter of authorisation for servants were taking place. + +Max quietly followed Aria and Elias through the murmuring crowd, his eyes sharp, his mind absorbing everything. + +As they walked down the long aisle dividing the hall, heads began to turn. + +Whispers followed them. Some recognized Aria and Elias—their status as members of the Black Tortoise Nation’s main family gave them a distinct presence. But then their eyes shifted to Max, and confusion crept into their expressions. + +A few chuckled, others frowned. + +"Who’s the white-haired guy?" + +"Is he a new recruit?" + +"No... he looks like... someone from the Lower Domain." + +"A servant?" + +The murmurs were low but unmistakable. Max heard them all, but he didn’t react whatsoever. + +They arrived at a sleek, rune-engraved pedestal in the corner of the hall where a man with silver streaks in his black hair looked up from his holographic screen. His eyes landed on Elias and Aria, and then drifted to Max. The man’s gaze lingered longer than usual, but he didn’t comment. + +"State your business," he said briskly. + +"Authorization for inter-domain transfer," Elias responded. "We’re registering him," he pointed to Max, "as a personal servant." + +The man raised a brow. "From the Lower Domain?" + +"Yes," Elias added. "He meets all conditions and has agreed to the terms under the servant clause set by the Four God Nation." + +The official nodded, tapping away at his screen. "Place your hand here," he said to Max, gesturing toward the glowing surface of the pedestal. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-643.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-643.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c260c7a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-643.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 637: Killing List" +slug: "ch-643" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 643 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1420 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped forward, his hand steady as he pressed it against the rune-inscribed panel. It pulsed once, then flickered with blue light. The screen before the official lit up with lines of data, confirming his identity, origin, and the clause under which he was entering the Middle Domain. + +"Your authorization is valid for ten years, renewable based on continued service and merit," the official said after a pause. "You are permitted to stay in the Middle Domain as a servant under Elias and Aria of the Black Tortoise Nation. Any violation of domain law or falsification of status will result in immediate capture or elimination." + +Max nodded. "Understood." + +The official gave him a look that was neither approving nor dismissive, just tired. "You may go." + +As they walked away, the eyes of the crowd followed them. Some sneered. Some were curious. Some ignored him completely. But Max felt the weight of all those gazes, all that quiet judgment—and it didn’t bother him at all. + +He wasn’t here to impress anyone. + +He was here to rise. + +And this—this was just the first step. + +After completing the authorization process, the trio left the grand hall, stepping into a vast open space surrounded by towering crystalline buildings and floating rune lanterns suspended in the air like silent watchers. + +The clouds still loomed beneath them, forming a dense white sea that stretched endlessly, and the city’s floating platforms hovered gently on ancient runic formations glowing softly underfoot. + +The breeze was crisp, tinged with dense energy, and the atmosphere buzzed with the presence of countless experts flying overhead, guards on patrol, and whispering citizens going about their lives in this midpoint between worlds. + +Max glanced around as they walked, still processing the formal tone of the official and the flickering screen that had just granted him access to the Middle Domain. + +His brows furrowed as he turned to Aria. "Alright... now that I’m authorized, what exactly does being a servant mean in the Middle Domain? I know what the records say, but I want to hear it from you." + +Aria paused and turned to face him fully, her tone calm but serious. "Being a servant, even in name, comes with obligations. Officially, you’re registered as a personal servant of Elias. That means you’re expected to travel with him, stay within his assigned region, and respond to his commands unless you’re dismissed or transferred. You don’t get to act as a free agent under this status. If you do, you’ll be labeled as a deserter." + +Max frowned. "So if I don’t follow Elias to the Black Tortoise Nation’s main family—?" + +"You’ll be marked for death," Aria interrupted without hesitation. "The Black Tortoise Nation won’t hesitate. Servants who abandon their post are considered a threat to the structure of obedience and hierarchy. They’ll send people after you—cold, methodical, and highly efficient killers." + +Max’s expression remained unreadable, his gaze steady and sharp, but deep inside, gears had already begun to turn. A flicker of thought danced in his eyes as he spoke, voice low and calm. "So what? Am I chained to Elias forever now?" + +"There is a way out," Aria replied, her tone cool and even as she slowly moved ahead, her steps echoing faintly against the stone path of the floating city. + +She looked over her shoulder, her long hair catching the light breeze. "If you can join another force equal in strength and status to the Four God Nation, then even the Black Tortoise Nation will be forced to pull back. As long as you have a powerful enough background, rules can be bent. And if the background is strong enough—rules can be shattered entirely." + +Max arched an eyebrow, his curiosity sparked. "And which forces are at that level?" + +She smiled faintly, that same composed look never leaving her face. "That wasn’t part of our deal, was it? But since you’re asking, I’ll give you a little insight. Aside from the Four God Nation, which stands at the absolute peak of power in Acaris, there are still a few first-class forces that can stand toe-to-toe with us, at least in specific areas." + +She paused a moment and then added, "Among them, the one that truly holds the title of the strongest first-class power in the Middle Domain... is the Great Ruler Empire. If you manage to join them, I believe even the Black Tortoise Nation would have to think twice before lifting a finger against you." + +Max gave no verbal reply, but a small nod showed that he’d taken in every word. His thoughts moved faster than lightning, weaving through possibilities and plans. The tension in the air coiled around him like a silent storm, but his heart was calm. Whether servant or free man, it didn’t matter. He had never intended to remain under anyone’s shadow for long. + +He wasn’t afraid of the Black Tortoise Nation. Not even of being hunted. Because he had a plan. A clear, deliberate plan for his rise in the Middle Domain. + +He remembered the small diary given to him by the Old Saintess—its contents hidden, precious, and dangerous. It contained information about the major forces of the Middle Domain. Every name. Every rumor. Every thread of power. + +He would part ways with Elias and Aria soon. And once he did... he’d sit down and read that diary carefully. + +Then, he’d choose one force. + +The one he could trust the most. + +A force that could protect him in shadows. + +’With my bloodline as a base, if I evolve all their bloodlines—the members of the Black Lotus Guild in the Middle Domain—then I can gain their trust easily,’ Max thought as he walked quietly behind Aria and Elias. + +But he also knew deep down, he didn’t actually need their trust. His bloodline—Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline—wasn’t just rare, it was supreme. Dominant. If he willed it, anyone with even a fragment of that bloodline would be forced to bow before him, whether they wanted to or not. Obedience wouldn’t be a matter of choice. It would be instinct. A compulsion buried deep in their very soul. + +A small smile touched Max’s lips. "Let’s head to the Middle Domain then." + +Aria paused and turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You don’t look like someone concerned about being marked for death by one of the Four God Nations," she said, her tone skeptical, her narrowed eyes studying him carefully. + +Max gave a casual shrug. "If this is the safest path into the Middle Domain, compared to the suicide options of the Forsaken Wilds or the Abyssal Stair, then I’ll take it. It’s not ideal. But I’ve never needed perfection to move forward. There are some things I can’t control... so I’ll focus on the things I can." His voice was calm, yet firm—like stone beneath flowing water. + +He didn’t care about titles. Servant or master, noble or outlaw—it didn’t matter. The moment his fooy would land on the Middle Domain, the only thing that would matter to him was finding his big sister and ascend to the Divine Realm as soon as possible. + +Aria took out her void shuttle without a word, its sleek obsidian frame humming faintly with power as it unfolded midair like a mechanical lotus blooming in reverse. + +"Hop on," she said, casting a glance over her shoulder. "Our next destination is the Middle Domain." + +Without hesitation, Elias stepped in and settled into his seat, while Max followed, his expression unreadable but his heart steady. As soon as the shuttle recognized their presence, it surged into motion, piercing upward through the endless expanse of white mist and broken clouds. + +The sky above them stretched like a vast curtain, and with every passing second, the clouds below gave way, swirling and parting as though making way for something—or someone—important. + +The air shimmered faintly, thick with the subtle presence of powerful runes and protective arrays, but the shuttle flew smoothly, its barrier shielding them from the crushing pressure that came with climbing the sky wall. + +Minutes passed in silence, the world outside nothing but blinding white and hazy light, until finally, without warning or jolt, the shuttle slowed and came to a gentle halt. + +The scenery shifted, and Max saw it for the first time—an endless realm stretching beyond the clouds, filled with floating islands, radiant skies, and mountain peaks so tall they pierced the heavens themselves. Energy hung thick in the air like golden mist, and even breathing felt more profound here. They had crossed the threshold. This... was the Middle Domain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-644.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-644.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a47853a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-644.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 638: Thousand Regions of Middle Domain" +slug: "ch-644" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 644 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1313 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +They stood before a towering mountain peak, and the view was nothing short of breathtaking. The skies above stretched endlessly, painted in hues of soft gold and pale lavender, with drifting islands floating lazily among the clouds. + +From this vantage point, the world felt endless and divine. Max’s eyes widened slightly, not just at the beauty but at the feeling—thick, rich mana filled the air like a living ocean. Every breath he took seemed to pour strength into his body, refreshing him more than any cultivation pill ever could. + +’It isn’t just that.’ He closed his eyes, and in that moment, he felt it—his four concepts, each representing a law he had spent years trying to understand, began to stir within him. They pulsed gently, resonating with the very air. It was as if the world around him recognized his path and welcomed it. + +The sensation was surreal—his lightning, flame, space, and sword all aligning, reacting, syncing with the invisible rhythm of the Middle Domain. And in that moment, Max understood the fundamental difference between this place and the Lower Domain. + +In the Lower Domain, the laws of the world were fractured, incomplete—mere glimpses of the true system that governed existence. There, it was like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing. + +But here... here, the laws were whole. Complete. Perfect. He could feel the structure of the world embracing his thoughts, making comprehension flow easier, natural. He didn’t even need to sit in meditation—just standing here, breathing, was enough to begin grasping the next layer of truth. + +It was precisely because of this overwhelming abundance of mana and the presence of complete natural laws that the people of the Middle Domain stood leagues above those of the Lower Domain. + +Max understood now—it wasn’t just about talent or potential anymore. In the Lower Domain, no matter how gifted someone was, they were still shackled by the limitations of their environment. + +Comprehending even a level one concept there required a medium—be it a treasure, a special inheritance, or something like the Tower of Truth—just to make sense of the fractured laws that barely held the world together. + +But here, in the Middle Domain, the laws were woven seamlessly into the very air. All one needed to do was breathe, to sit quietly and feel, and the path to higher comprehension would begin to unfold. + +Even someone like Drevon, who had reached halfway into the Master Rank could easily and truly reach that rank if he were to come to the Middle Domain. + +The difference between the two domains wasn’t a gap—it was a chasm. A drop of water compared to an endless ocean. And that realization settled into Max’s bones. + +Now he truly understood why the people of the Middle Domain looked down on those from the Lower Domain. They weren’t just stronger—they had been raised in a world that made them stronger by default. The air, the ground, the very laws of the world nurtured them like favored children. + +Max didn’t feel discouraged though. On the contrary, it filled him with burning anticipation. + +"This is it then," Aria’s voice drifted softly through the crisp mountain air, pulling Max’s attention away from the scenery. + +He turned to her, meeting her calm gaze as she continued, "This is our deal, and we fulfilled our part." + +Max nodded with a slight smile, his expression sincere. "I appreciate that." He meant it. + +From the moment they made their deal, Aria and Elias had been straightforward. They hadn’t tried to manipulate him or exploit any loopholes in the agreement they’d made. Whether it was because of the binding soul contract or because they were simply the kind of people who honored their word, Max wasn’t entirely sure—but he respected them for it either way. + +There was no deception, no hidden trap. They had done exactly what they promised—getting him safely into the Middle Domain. + +"Well," Max exhaled, glancing toward the horizon, "I guess I’ll see you two around." + +Aria tilted her head slightly, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "Where are you heading? The Great Ruler Empire?" + +"That’s the plan," Max confirmed. It was indeed his goal. He had two main objectives in the Middle Domain—to reconnect with the Black Lotus Guild and explore the possibilities within the Great Ruler Empire. Whichever one crossed his path first would determine his next steps. + +Aria nodded in understanding and offered a useful tip. "If I recall correctly, the Great Ruler Empire is preparing to recruit a batch of geniuses next month. They’re holding a selection in the Stormwind Region. You should go there." + +"Thanks for the information," Max replied with a grateful nod. + +"Alright then," Aria said with a warm smile. "We’ll be going." + +"Take care," Max said, stepping back as she and Elias climbed aboard the void shuttle. + +The shuttle shimmered with a gentle hum, then lifted smoothly off the mountain peak. A second later, it darted into the sky, vanishing among the clouds, leaving Max standing alone with the wind tousling his white hair and a new world ahead of him. + +Max stood still for a few moments after the void shuttle disappeared into the sky, its faint hum slowly fading into silence. + +Then, with a long exhale, he turned and walked toward the edge of the mountain peak. The view stretched endlessly before him—clouds like rivers, peaks like islands, and mana so thick it shimmered faintly in the air. For the first time in a while, he felt truly alone. + +’Time to read the diary.’ He sat down cross-legged, the wind brushing against his clothes, and reached into his spatial space. + +With a flick of his fingers, he pulled out a worn, leather-bound diary. Its surface was old, faded, and cracked in places, but it pulsed faintly with spiritual energy. It was the diary gifted to him by the Old Saintess before he left the Lower Domain—a compendium of knowledge, a map to navigate the vast unknown world ahead. + +He opened it slowly. Inked letters, neat and precise, danced across the pages in an elegant hand. The first few Chapters laid out the foundational knowledge of the Middle Domain. As Max read, a new image of the world began forming in his mind. + +The Middle Domain wasn’t a single empire or continent—it was a massive realm divided into thousands of smaller regions, each governed by its own power. These regions varied greatly in size, resources, and influence, and were categorized by the strength of the forces that ruled them. + +Third-class forces controlled the smaller regions—these were guilds, clans, or empires with a decent reputation but limited influence. + +Second-class forces ruled over stronger and more prosperous regions, commanding respect from their neighbors and often possessing some legendary legacies or powerful experts. + +And then there were the first-class forces—true giants who dominated entire regions, had deep foundations, countless experts, and could even rival some corners of the Four God Nation in authority and strength. + +Each first-class force was essentially a kingdom of its own, often ruling dozens or even hundreds of lesser factions beneath their banner. + +And above all stood the Four God Nation—untouchable, all-encompassing, the pillars of the Middle Domain. + +But there were exceptions... A few other powers, though not officially part of the Four God Nation, stood shoulder to shoulder with them. The Great Ruler Empire was one of those. + +Max continued reading, taking in details about the laws, the trials hosted regionally, the inter-region conflicts, the training grounds, the holy lands, and the hidden forbidden zones spread across the Middle Domain. + +His eyes moved faster as the diary drew the map of power in his head. He now understood just how vast the Middle Domain truly was—and how small his existence still remained in its grand scheme. + +But Max didn’t feel overwhelmed. + +He felt calm. + +Determined. + +Now, he had direction. + +Now, he had clarity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-645.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-645.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..177d669 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-645.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 639: Stormwind City" +slug: "ch-645" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 645 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After flipping through the last page of the diary, Max slowly closed it, letting out a quiet breath as the weight of everything he’d just read settled in his mind. + +He stared out over the horizon, where distant clouds rolled like waves, the sun casting golden streaks across the sky. The Middle Domain—so vast, so ancient, and so complicated—no longer felt like a formless mystery. + +No, he wouldn’t call himself an expert. That would be foolish. There were still countless things he didn’t know—hidden dangers, secret inheritances, unspoken rivalries, forbidden zones that didn’t even make it into the pages of this diary. + +But he was no longer ignorant either. He had structure now. A framework to understand this overwhelming world. He knew the names of the major regions. He understood which regions were ruled by first-class forces, which were controlled by second or third-class powers, and how these forces balanced and clashed for dominance. + +He understood why some areas were rich in mana while others were battle-scarred wastelands. He now knew the importance of resources, the value of war relics, and why even the geniuses here lived like they were walking on the edge of a blade every day. + +The strong ruled openly in the Middle Domain, and the weak were either crushed or used. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +He tucked the diary back into his spatial space and slowly stood up from the mountain peak. The wind brushed past him again, rustling his white hair and flicking his long coat. He looked calmer now—but more focused than ever. + +"I don’t need to know everything," Max muttered to himself, "I just need to know enough." + +He turned his gaze toward the distant mountains, where the sun painted the clouds in orange and red. "Time to head out." He muttered flying into the distance. + +*** + +Stormwind Region was just one among the thousands that dotted the vast and intricate landscape of the Middle Domain, but unlike many obscure territories, it stood under the direct rule of the Great Ruler Empire—one of the most powerful first-class forces in the world. + +According to the diary Max had read, the hierarchy in the Middle Domain was unforgivingly steep. + +A third-class force could barely cling to the power over a single region, while a second-class force might control two or three regions at most. But a first-class force like the Great Ruler Empire? They commanded entire networks of regions, dozens even, with iron authority. + +The disparity between the ranks was enormous—first-class forces were leagues above the rest, not just in strength but in influence, heritage, and resources. Stormwind Region was one of their many holdings, a vital part of their web of dominance. + +Max reached the Stormwind Region after a grueling month-long journey. + +It turned out that when Aria and Elias left, they hadn’t dropped him off at the entrance of any known region. No, the place he was abandoned at could only be described as wilderness—endless forest, untamed peaks, and absolutely no signs of civilization for miles. + +It took him an entire week just to emerge from the dense, monster-infested woods, and even then, it was hardly uneventful. He was constantly hounded by beasts—some clever, some savage, but all deadly. It was like the forest itself was testing him. And maybe it was. + +When he finally stumbled upon signs of human life, he wasted no time in asking for directions. That was when he learned the hard truth—Stormwind Region was far west from his current location, separated by multiple small, unregulated regions. + +There was no simple road or direct teleportation route for someone like him. He had to traverse each zone, cross borders, and keep a low profile while fending off bandits, monsters, and experts with inflated egos. + +And as for the Black Lotus Guild, it was even more elusive than he imagined. Despite asking around in every region he passed through, no one could tell him exactly where the guild was headquartered. Some claimed they didn’t even exist anymore. Others whispered that the guild was hidden deliberately, its members scattered or living in disguise, while their true base remained a tightly-guarded secret. + +All Max knew was that finding them wouldn’t be a simple task. Unlike the Great Ruler Empire, whose banners flew over city gates and regional capitals, the Black Lotus Guild had erased their trail from common knowledge. + +Therefore, Max decided not to rush things. The journey to the Stormwind Region was going to be long anyway, so instead of racing through it, he made the deliberate choice to train along the way. + +With the complete and unbroken laws of the Middle Domain surrounding him, Max found that his understanding of concepts began to grow rapidly. In just twenty days—thanks to the aid of his personal Dimension of Time where he could accelerate his training—his four elemental concepts surged to the peak of the 1st level, touching the very limits of the advanced stage. + +He was now only a single step away from breaking through to the 2nd level, but that one step, he realized, would require a deeper level of comprehension, a more profound grasp that couldn’t simply be rushed or brute-forced. + +And it wasn’t just his concepts that saw growth. What truly stunned him was the sheer speed of his strength advancement—during that single month, he had broken through two entire levels and was now at the 8th level of the Expert Rank. + +This came as a surprise even to him. In the Lower Domain, Max had needed hundreds of high-grade monster cores just to climb one level. But here, in the wild and untamed territories between regions, he leveled up two times. + +Max didn’t know if it was the effect of the thick and dense mana or the cores of the beasts in the Middle Domain were just so special. + +After many battles, countless hours of training, and navigating one small region after another, Max finally arrived at the border of the Stormwind Region. Just looking around was enough to confirm it—though the layout of cities, the blend of tradition and modern architecture, bore similarities to the Lower Domain, the strength they radiated could not be compared. + +This place was a different world. Just one small region here could wipe the floor with everything the Lower Domain had to offer. The difference wasn’t just in power—it was in heritage, in foundation, in the weight of the world itself. + +"So, this is Stormwind Region..." Max murmured under his breath as he stepped through the city gates, his eyes sweeping across the wide streets of Windless City. + +It was one of the many gateway cities that lay nestled at the borders of the vast Stormwind Region. The city bustled with life, its streets paved with shimmering stone tiles and bordered by towering structures that fused the elegance of ancient design with modern architectural flair. + +Giant screens floated in mid-air broadcasting news, updates, and announcements from major guilds and forces. Mana flowed so naturally through the city’s veins that even the air tasted different—richer, more alive. + +Without wasting much time, Max entered a nearby restaurant. It was a large establishment with polished floors, floating lanterns, and tables lined with various experts and travelers. He ordered a few dishes and sat near a window, calmly eating as he listened to the chatter around him. + +The aroma of spirit beast meat and rare herbs mingled in the air. Just then, a conversation from a table nearby caught his attention—not because it was loud, but because his Three Dimensional Body let him hear it clearly even from a distance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-646.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-646.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ec448c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-646.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 640: A Mysterious Lady" +slug: "ch-646" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 646 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1332 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Have you heard? This time’s recruitment assessment for the Great Ruler Empire is being led by Princess Lyra herself," one of the young men whispered, clearly trying to sound casual but unable to hide the excitement in his tone. + +"Yeah, I heard they’re getting desperate," his companion replied with a frown. + +"Desperate?" the first man scoffed. "You kidding me? They’re the strongest first-class force in the Middle Domain. What could they possibly be desperate about?" + +"The Divine Mandate Grand Tournament," the second said, lowering his voice further. "For the past few sessions, none of their geniuses have made it into the top ten. It’s becoming an embarrassment. If it happens again this time... it might threaten their standing among the other major powers." + +Max chewed slowly, his expression unchanged, but his mind was already racing. ’Seems like I picked the perfect time to arrive,’ he thought, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he took another bite. + +Although Max had no idea what the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament truly was—since there was no mention of it in the diary the Old Saintess had given him—he could still tell from the hushed tension in that restaurant conversation that it was something massive. + +If even a power as overwhelming as the Great Ruler Empire was feeling desperate about it, then it had to be far more than a simple contest. It must be the kind of tournament that could sway influence and status across the entire Middle Domain. + +After finishing his meal, Max stepped out into the bustling streets of Windless City. The roads shimmered with energy, and the storefronts buzzed with activity. + +He stopped by one of the many tech stores and picked up a new holowatch, a sleek, dark-gray model embedded with spiritual circuits and connected to the Middle Domain’s information network. + +His old holowatch from the Lower Domain was completely obsolete here—no signal, no sync, and no connection to anything of use. + +Once that was done, he booked a room at a nearby hotel—an elegant building with spirit-inscribed walls and mana-powered elevators. The receptionist greeted him with practiced politeness, and within minutes, Max was finally in his room. The bed looked divine, but the first thing he did was head straight for the bathroom. + +He had spent a full week trekking through monster-infested forests and then another three frenzied weeks flying through endless small regions just to reach the Stormwind Region. His body was sticky, sore, and layered in the wear of wilderness travel. The hot shower that followed was nothing short of a blessing. + +After drying off and dressing in a fresh set of blue shirt unbuttoned and a white t-shit underneath he bought earlier, Max finally sank into the plush hotel sofa. + +He tapped his new holowatch, syncing it with the city’s local network. As the holographic interface projected before his eyes, he swiftly navigated through recent news and announcements. + +His gaze paused when he found what he was looking for—details about the recruitment assessment of the Great Ruler Empire. "There’s still a week left," Max muttered under his breath, leaning back and letting his eyes close for a moment. + +For the first time in weeks, he could finally rest without the pressure of beasts or endless travel. + +’How should I find you?’ The thought echoed quietly in Max’s heart as he leaned back on the hotel sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. + +His mind slowly drifted back to his older sister—the person he was determined to reunite with no matter what. But now, sitting here in the heart of the Middle Domain, that goal felt overwhelmingly distant. + +There were thousands of regions scattered across this colossal world, and each one, according to the diary, was larger than the entire Lower Domain. The scale was incomprehensible, and it made Max feel like a speck lost in an ocean. Finding his sister under such circumstances felt like searching for a single grain of sand in an endless desert. + +Just when despair was about to creep into his heart, something suddenly clicked in his mind—an idea flashed through the darkness like lightning splitting the sky. + +"I just have to become popular enough!" he muttered out loud, eyes widening as his heartbeat quickened. If his sister ever heard the name ’Max Morgan’ rising in the Middle Domain, she would know, she would know he was in the Middle Domain. She had to know. + +After all, it was she who had told him to use the name ’Morgan’ instead of Voidwalker before she left. If he could make that name echo loudly enough, then even across regions, she would hear it. + +But Max wasn’t delusional—he knew fame in the Middle Domain wasn’t something easily earned. This place was massive. Even becoming well-known in two or three regions meant little; most people wouldn’t even bat an eye. If he wanted to reach her, he had to do more—much more. + +"I have to find a way to become famous," he whispered with a firm resolve burning in his chest. + +If he could make the name Max Morgan climb to the peak of the Middle Domain, if his story could spread far and wide across these thousands of lands, then she would come. She had to come. She would come. + +And until that day, Max would make sure his name was carved into the bones of this world. + +But the question still remained in Max’s mind—How? How was he supposed to become famous in a world where he was a complete nobody? The idea sounded right in theory, but execution? That was the impossible part. + +Just as he sank deeper into his thoughts, a soft Knock! Knock! echoed from the door. Max blinked, sitting up on instinct. His brows furrowed slightly. He had just arrived in the Middle Domain, hadn’t made any acquaintances yet, and hadn’t registered himself anywhere publicly. So, who could possibly be looking for him? + +Pushing himself up from the couch, Max walked toward the door with cautious steps. His senses sharpened—Three Dimensional Body scanning for traps, movement, hidden figures. Nothing. He opened the door. + +There, standing under the soft hallway light, was a young woman with long, flowing violet hair. She looked about his age, maybe a bit younger, but what stood out the most were her eyes. Sharp, deep, and disturbingly familiar. She wore a light veil that hid her lips and nose, but her gaze was unwavering as it met Max’s. + +It struck something in him. A faint memory. A trace of a feeling. ’Where have I seen those eyes...?’ he thought. But shaking his head inwardly, Max reasoned it must be a trick of the mind. He didn’t know anyone in the Middle Domain. Must’ve been someone similar from the Lower Domain. + +"How can I help you?" he asked calmly, though a thin layer of tension coated his words. + +The girl looked at him without blinking, her expression unreadable. Then, she nodded slowly, as if confirming something to herself. "As expected of the genius chosen by me. You didn’t disappoint me." + +Max’s eyes narrowed immediately. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. + +The girl’s eyes crinkled behind the veil as if smiling. "Don’t you know me, Max Morgan? Have you forgotten me after all this time?" + +That name. His name. His full name. Spoken by a stranger in a place where no one should’ve known it. A shiver ran down his spine. Max took a step back, his tone sharpening. "Who are you, lady?" + +The silence that followed felt thick, deliberate. Then, the girl gently raised her hand and tugged down her veil. + +Max’s breath caught in his throat. Her face was delicate and beautiful, ethereal even, but that wasn’t what struck him. It was the sheer familiarity of it. + +Like a puzzle piece that finally locked into place. His heart skipped a beat. Because in that moment, he knew—he knew—this was no stranger. Because he had seen that face before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-647.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-647.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aeee8b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-647.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 641: Lyra Shade" +slug: "ch-647" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 647 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1426 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"...Are you Lyra?" Max muttered out loud, his voice barely more than a whisper. A wave of shock surged through him as he stared at the girl standing before him. It had been so long, so many events had passed, and yet... he remembered. + +It was vague—like a dream slipping through his fingers—but he could recall meeting a girl with that exact face, those same piercing eyes, during the recruitment assessment for the Phoenix Order Guild. + +Back then, she had caught his eye, not for her beauty, but for her strength. She had ranked second in talent—just below him. A quiet, promising genius who disappeared from his life just as quickly as she entered. + +He had assumed she was one of the many talented people he had left behind in his rapid rise through the Lower Domain. People who, despite their gifts, couldn’t keep up with the abnormal pace at which he climbed. But now, here she was—standing before him in the Middle Domain, her aura calm yet undeniably powerful. + +The lady gave a graceful smile, her eyes soft yet knowing. "You’ve got that right." + +Max took a step back, completely stunned. "But how is that possible...!?" His voice carried a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "You were just... one of the promising recruits in that assessment. I never heard about you after that." + +He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Lyra had shown promise, sure, but so had many others. And yet they had all faded into obscurity as he continued to grow stronger, faster than anyone could have predicted. + +He had assumed Lyra had stayed behind with the others—too slow, too normal. After all, his rise wasn’t just a climb, it was a break from the very boundaries that held geniuses back in the Lower Domain. So how? How was she here now... and stronger than ever? + +Lyra smiled knowingly, her expression calm and almost teasing. "Of course, you wouldn’t have heard about me—because I didn’t want to stand out back then. I chose to keep a low profile. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t around... or that I didn’t help you." + +"Help?" Max frowned, completely puzzled. "How?" He searched his memory, trying to recall any interaction beyond that fleeting encounter during the Phoenix Order Guild’s recruitment. + +As far as he remembered, they hadn’t spoken since. He hadn’t even seen her. There was nothing that stood out, nothing that could be called help. Just a name and a face—buried beneath the avalanche of events that had shaped his life since then. + +"I was the one who messaged you, informed you about your sister," Lyra said, her voice soft but firm, "when you were still in the Phoenix Order Guild. The one who told you your sister was last seen in the Lost Continent." + +The words struck Max like a lightning bolt. His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. That memory... he had buried it deep. Back then, he had been desperate—searching for any information about his sister, clinging to any hope. + +And one day, a mysterious message had arrived. No name. No face. Just a few lines of information that changed everything. At the time, he hadn’t cared who it was from. He had acted on it immediately. But now—now he knew. It had been her. + +"You... it was you all along..." Max murmured, his voice low with disbelief. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked at her with new eyes, trying to piece together the gap between the quiet girl he once saw and the calm, powerful woman standing before him now. + +But Lyra wasn’t finished. Her eyes sparkled with quiet pride as she continued, her tone unwavering. "I was also the one who asked the Black Lotus Guild to help you during the dungeon outbreak incident caused by the Monarch. Don’t you remember? Those two members who showed up to protect you—didn’t they say someone had paid them a large sum of money and ordered them to keep you safe at all costs? That someone... was me." + +Max froze. His mind immediately went back to that chaotic day—the sky cracking open, monsters pouring out of the dungeon, the sheer panic in the air.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Amidst it all, two powerful members of the Black Lotus Guild had arrived just in time, their arrival turning the tide of the battle. Back then, they mentioned they had been hired to protect him, that someone had paid handsomely for his safety. + +Max remembered brushing it off, too overwhelmed by the crisis to think about it. + +He had assumed some hidden hand, perhaps the Black Lotus guild intentionally interfering after knowing my bloodline and so he hadn’t paid too much attention to that. But to hear now, directly from Lyra, that it had been her all along—he was stunned. + +His lips parted, but no words came out. His thoughts spun in all directions. + +"Who are you?" Max finally asked, his voice low, heavy with the weight of realization pressing down on him. He might have been a little slow to catch on sometimes—he could admit that much—but he wasn’t a fool. Far from it. + +The signs were clear now. Someone like her... someone who had known about his connection to his sister, someone who had managed to contact him during such critical moments, someone who could arrive in the Middle Domain not just alongside him but likely long before he did—there was no way she was from the Lower Domain. No chance at all. + +Lyra’s lips curved into a soft, knowing smile as if she’d been waiting for this moment. "Let me introduce myself again," she said, her voice calm yet commanding, like royalty in disguise. "I am Lyra Shade, the princess of the Great Ruler Empire." + +"What?!" Max staggered back a half-step as the words hit him like a thunderclap. His mind reeled. Princess? Of the Great Ruler Empire? The most powerful of the first-class forces in the Middle Domain? His breath caught for a second, and his eyes scanned her again—as if seeing her for the first time. + +That grace, that confidence, that sense of hidden authority she carried—it all made sense now. How else could she know so much? How else could she influence people, organizations, and events from the shadows with such ease? + +He would be lying if he said he wasn’t shocked. No—he was flabbergasted. Most people would be. He had thought she was just another genius from the Lower Domain like him, someone he had briefly crossed paths with. But she was royalty. And not just any royalty—royalty from a force that could bend the will of most of the Middle Domain. + +Max took a deep breath and calmed himself down quickly, forcing the surprise and confusion to settle. Now that he knew the Lyra from his past was actually the princess of the Great Ruler Empire, he also realized something else—no one from a force that powerful did anything without purpose. + +She hadn’t helped him from the shadows out of kindness or sentiment. She had to want something. There was always a cost. Always a price. + +"What do you want?" Max asked directly, his voice composed, but firm. + +Lyra raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting into one of exaggerated disappointment. "I just revealed I’m the princess of the Great Ruler Empire, and you won’t even invite me inside? How rude," she said, her lips pursed, as if genuinely offended. + +Max clicked his tongue in his mind, cursing her silently for the dramatics, but his face remained indifferent. With a sigh, he turned toward the door. "Come on in," he said, gesturing casually. + +He led her into the drawing hall of the suite. It wasn’t much by royal standards—just a spacious room with three modest sofas arranged around a low, dark-glass table. Some dry snacks—biscuits, fruit slices, and sealed drinks—had already been placed there by the hotel’s automated service. The lighting was soft, the mood calm, but the tension between them was unmistakable. + +"Have a seat," Max said politely. "I’ll prepare some coffee." + +Just as he started walking toward the kitchen unit, Lyra’s voice chimed in from behind him. "By the way, I like the Genisan flavor coffee." + +Max flinched. His steps paused mid-stride. ’What kind of guest makes specific demands like that?’ he thought, biting back his irritation. But again, he kept it to himself. She was royalty—and more importantly, someone who knew way too much about him. + +"Alright," he muttered, continuing on to the kitchen, muttering under his breath about veiled princesses and their high-maintenance tastes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-648.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-648.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..622590a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-648.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 642: Lyra’s Queries" +slug: "ch-648" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 648 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1222 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lyra sipped her genisan-flavored coffee with graceful poise, her violet hair flowing over her shoulders like velvet. The faint clink of her cup meeting the table echoed softly in the room as she looked up at Max with composed determination. + +Max, on the other hand, leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp. "So, what did you want from me?" he asked at last, his voice calm but firm. "You didn’t come all the way from the Middle Domain and secretly help me in the Lower Domain just out of kindness. What do you want in return?" + +His question wasn’t cold, just realistic. He knew better than to believe someone at her level would move pieces on the board without an endgame in mind. Lyra nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. + +"I need your help," she said bluntly, without a hint of hesitation. + +That caught Max off guard. What could someone like her—a princess of one of the most powerful first-class forces in the Middle Domain—possibly need from him? Still, he listened, silently urging her to continue, because deep down, he already knew that whatever she needed, it might just benefit him as well. + +After all, he wasn’t naive. He understood his situation perfectly. At any moment, he could be branded a deserter by the Black Tortoise Nation and put on their kill list. Without protection from a force as powerful as the Great Ruler Empire, his life in the Middle Domain would be one long chase. So he was ready to hear her out. + +Lyra didn’t waste time. "I won’t beat around the bushes," she said, her tone suddenly firmer, the air around her seeming to sharpen. "I want you to join the Great Ruler Empire and help us secure a spot in the top ten of the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament." + +Her words dropped like a weight into the room. Max blinked, surprised, not because he was unwilling—no, he had been half-expecting something like this—but because he hadn’t expected such a force to be in need of outside help. + +’So, they really are desperate,’ he thought to himself. That was the only explanation. + +He leaned back in his seat, trying to wrap his head around it. The Great Ruler Empire was the strongest of the first-class forces. Their name alone commanded respect across multiple regions of the Middle Domain. + +How could they not even have one genius in the top ten of the tournament for the past few times? Was their foundation starting to crack? Had their rivals finally started catching up? If that was the case, then what gave them the right to still call themselves the strongest first-class force? + +Max didn’t voice any of these questions out loud, but the thoughts raced through his mind. Still, despite his doubts, a part of him knew—this was the opportunity he’d been waiting for. A real chance to gain protection, reputation, and a platform strong enough to shake the entire Middle Domain. + +"Aren’t the Great Ruler Empire the strongest first-class force of the Middle Domain, said to be on par with the Four God Nation?" Max asked bluntly, voicing the question that had been nagging at the back of his mind since Lyra had revealed her identity and her request. "How could the geniuses from your force not make it into the top ten?" + +He genuinely couldn’t understand it. For a force that stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Four God Nation, this sounded like a glaring weakness—one that contradicted everything he had read and heard so far.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +Lyra exhaled slowly and shook her head, her violet eyes clouded with the weight of disappointment. "That’s how it’s been the past four times," she said, her tone quiet but edged with frustration. "We couldn’t even get one of our geniuses into the top ten. Every time, we fell short." + +Max frowned slightly, his brows tightening. "Is it really that important for a force to make it into the top ten?" he asked. + +He wasn’t trying to downplay her concerns, but he had to ask—was it truly so significant that it justified her leaving the Middle Domain, sneaking into the Lower Domain, and going as far as helping him? Surely it wasn’t just about a tournament. + +From what he understood, those from the Middle Domain weren’t even allowed to interfere with the Lower Domain’s affairs. She had taken a risk—a big one. + +Lyra’s expression hardened with solemnity, and the playful edge to her demeanor disappeared entirely. "You don’t understand, Max," she said, her voice low and serious. "The Divine Mandate Grand Tournament isn’t just any tournament. It is the most special, the most revered event in the entire Middle Domain. Its significance goes far beyond glory or prestige—it determines influence, opportunity, and survival to all the major forces in the Middle Domain." + +Max was genuinely surprised to hear that. His brows furrowed slightly as he leaned back against the sofa, trying to make sense of everything Lyra had just told him. He simply couldn’t wrap his head around it. A tournament? A grand stage where geniuses fought to determine who was the strongest? + +Sure, it made sense for the participants—after all, every young geniuses wanted to prove their worth, to rise above the rest and carve their name into legend. But what baffled him was the sheer weight the major forces placed on it. + +It wasn’t just about reputation—it was as if their entire foundation, future prospects, and even survival hinged on their ranking in this one tournament. That level of obsession didn’t quite sit right with him. Why would titanic powers, who commanded vast regions and armies, stake so much on a competition among youths? + +Seeing the expression on Max’s face, she leaned in and added. "The forces that rank in the top ten are given access to resources, territories, and ancient inheritances hidden deep within the core of the Middle Domain. It’s not just about power—it’s about advancement. The divine wills of the world itself acknowledge the winners. Blessings. Fates. Legacies. Do you understand now why all the major forces hold it in such high regard?" + +Max’s eyes widened as he listened. He hadn’t known. He thought it was just some glorified battle event to showcase young talent. But this... this was something else. A tournament that could change a force’s fate? That drew the attention of the divine wills of the world itself? + +No wonder Lyra had gone so far to seek him out. No wonder the Great Ruler Empire was desperate. For them, failure wasn’t just humiliation—it was a slow but certain decline. + +And for him? Maybe it was the fastest path to the fame he needed... + +"Alright, I’ll help you," Max said finally, his voice calm yet firm. "But only on one condition." + +His eyes met hers with unwavering focus, a sharp contrast to the casual tone he had used earlier. He wasn’t someone who made promises lightly—especially not to a princess of a major force who had likely manipulated events from the shadows for a long time. + +Lyra raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but not surprised. She leaned slightly forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her fingers gently entwined beneath her chin. "What condition?" she asked, her voice soft but curious, as if she had expected a demand but wanted to see what kind of man he truly was. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-649.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-649.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8363dab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-649.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 643: Max’s choice" +slug: "ch-649" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 649 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1345 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max didn’t hesitate. "When the time comes, I want you to help me, shield me, protect me with everything the Great Ruler Empire has," he said, his tone unwavering, but beneath the surface, it carried the heaviness of someone who knew exactly what kind of storm was coming. + +"I don’t care how you do it. I don’t care if your force can do it. You have the influence. You have the resources. Use them." His words weren’t a request—they were a demand forged from the uncertainty of his path, a plea wrapped in resolve. + +The room fell into silence for a few seconds. Lyra studied him, her face still, but her eyes reflecting the shift in mood. Then she slowly nodded, her expression sharpening with a new edge. "Protection from whom?" she asked, her voice lower now, all pretense stripped away. + +Max looked at her, his jaw firm. "From the Black Tortoise Nation." He didn’t stop there. He explained everything—how he had entered the Middle Domain disguised as a servant to Elias, one of the direct heirs of the Black Tortoise Nation. How that ruse had already ended. How he had chosen to go off on his own. It wasn’t even defiance; it was simply the only path forward for him. But to the Four God Nation, his departure could easily be seen as betrayal. + +Lyra closed her eyes, her brows furrowing slightly. She had expected Max to reach the Middle Domain one day—his potential made that inevitable. But she hadn’t thought he would arrive carrying such a volatile risk. The Four God Nation was not a power to be trifled with, especially when it came to pride and loyalty. + +After a long breath, Lyra opened her eyes and extended her hand across the small table between them. "I will accept your deal," she said clearly. "I—or the Great Ruler Empire—will protect you from the Black Tortoise Nation to the best of our power. In return, you will fight under our banner in the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament and help us reach the top ten." + +Max looked down at her hand for a moment. His instincts urged caution. He wanted to trust her, but this world had taught him better. "Sorry," he said finally, not unkindly, "but I couldn’t trust your words completely. A soul contract would be much more beneficial here." + +Lyra’s eyes narrowed, the amusement fading from her face as Max’s words sank in. "Does that mean you’re that confident in entering the top ten in the tournament?" she asked, her voice quiet, laced with something between disbelief and intrigue. + +A soul contract wasn’t a small matter. It was binding, absolute, and merciless. If either of them failed to uphold their end of the deal, their soul would be crushed—obliterated beyond salvation. That wasn’t a price someone gambled with. It was a price only those with unwavering certainty dared to stake. + +She wasn’t doubting Max’s abilities—if she had, she wouldn’t have gone to the lengths she already had to support him. It wasn’t about talent. It wasn’t about potential. She had seen enough of that in him to believe. What shook her was his timing. + +The next Divine Mandate Grand Tournament was already on the horizon, just two years away. Not enough time for Max to slowly grow, to cautiously adapt to the ways of the Middle Domain. + +And here he was, calmly offering to seal a soul contract on the basis that he could shatter expectations, leap past geniuses nurtured in this land since birth, and place himself among the ten strongest of the Middle Domain’s younger generation. + +It wasn’t arrogance. That much Lyra could tell. His eyes were clear, steady—not boastful, but sure. Max believed in himself the same way one believes in the ground beneath their feet. And something about that made her pulse quicken. + +He was no ordinary genius. He was a storm, quietly gathering force. + +Lyra still felt the need to give him a final warning, her voice quiet but firm. "The next Divine Mandate Grand Tournament will be held in two years. That’s the time you have. Just two years to push your strength to the very peak of the Legend Rank. Do you think you can do that? Do you truly believe you can rival the strongest geniuses of the Middle Domain with just two years in your hand?" + +Her words weren’t spoken to discourage him but to remind him—this was the harsh reality of the Middle Domain, a world where time and talent often weren’t enough without overwhelming effort and resources. + +"Only two years?" Max’s brows furrowed slightly as her words sank in. He wouldn’t lie to himself—not even he could pretend that was a generous stretch of time. For someone like him, even with his cheat-like abilities and unnatural progression speed, two years was still too short. + +And yet, a storm of calculations had already begun brewing in his mind. He wasn’t concerned about concepts or comprehension of techniques. Those were easy. With the Dimension of Time at his disposal, what others took decades to understand, he could grasp in mere days. Concepts, laws, skills—they would come to him. + +But his base strength? That was the problem. + +That wasn’t something the Dimension of Time could fix. To fight against the titans of the Middle Domain, he needed to stand like one. He was still in the Expert Rank now. Ahead of most in the Lower Domain, but laughably weak here. He still had to fully break into Master Rank, rise through it, reach the Champion Rank, and only then could he touch the threshold of Legend Rank. + +Max wasn’t delusional—he knew the top geniuses of the Middle Domain didn’t just stop at the surface of the Legend Rank. They had already enter into deeper realms, refining their laws, perfecting their inheritances, sharpening their divine techniques. + +For him to contend with them, he would need to be at least mid-Champion Rank, if not higher—and he had to do all of that in two short years. + +It sounded absurd. Ridiculous. Impossible even. + +But Max wasn’t the type to shy away from a challenge, no matter how daunting it looked. He had always walked a path filled with obstacles, and this was just another mountain to climb. + +More than that, the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament felt like the perfect stage for him to rise—not just in power, but in recognition. If he wanted the entire Middle Domain to know his name, if he wanted his sister to hear that name and realize he had arrived, then this was the only way. + +He didn’t believe for a second that his sister wouldn’t hear of him if he conquered the tournament. She would know. She had to know. + +"I’ll do it," Max said, his voice steady and without an ounce of hesitation. + +Lyra’s eyes narrowed slightly, reading his expression carefully. "Are you sure?" she asked, her tone softer but edged with gravity. This wasn’t a decision one could take lightly. + +Max gave a single nod, his eyes glowing with fierce determination. There was no trace of doubt in them. This wasn’t about blind confidence—it was resolve, the kind that couldn’t be shaken once made. + +Lyra closed her eyes for a brief moment, then opened them with a sigh and a small smile that seemed half resignation and half admiration. "Alright then... I’ll join you in your madness," she murmured, reaching into her storage ring. + +A moment later, she pulled out a glowing scroll etched in gold—the soul contract. They sat at the table, and together they laid out the terms: Max would do everything in his power to help the Great Ruler Empire enter the top ten of the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament. In return, Lyra and her empire would provide him protection—absolute and unwavering—against the Black Tortoise Nation, no matter the cost. When the final words were agreed upon, they signed. + +The scroll glowed for a second, then dissolved into motes of light that sank into their chests. + +The pact was made. + +There was no turning back now. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-65.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-65.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4525b41 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-65.md @@ -0,0 +1,178 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 65: Winning Easily" +slug: "ch-65" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 65 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max smiled as he saw the five daggers flying toward him. + +With his Three Dimensional Body skill active, he couldn’t care less about these projectiles. He immediately shot forward, heading straight for Norman. + +"Brother, you’ll die quickly if you stand in the way of my daggers," Norman laughed crazily when he saw Max heading toward him, directly into the path of the daggers. + +"Do it then," Max said, chuckling, as he soon reached the intersection of the five daggers. + +Norman smiled and controlled his five daggers to attack Max. + +Swish! Swish! Swish!… + +The five daggers suddenly shot forward at an unexpected speed in midair. One aimed directly at Max’s head, another at his heart, the third at his waist, and the last two came at him from either side. + +Max quickly noticed the trajectories of the daggers while still in motion. + +So, just as the daggers shot toward him, he swiftly dodged four of them with minimal movement. The one targeting his head, however, Max caught midair just before it struck. + +"Good dagger," Max said, holding the dagger. + +Meanwhile, Norman was stunned. He hadn’t expected his daggers to be dodged so swiftly. It was as if Max hadn’t even tried but still managed to avoid them all. + +"You freak!" Norman shouted, recalling the daggers that had flown past Max. + +Max saw this but wasn’t going to let him have it so easily. + +Using the power of 3 Draconic Essence, Max gripped the dagger tightly and aimed it at Norman’s head. + +With a smooth swing, he threw the dagger at him. + +The dagger left his hand like a missile, its speed so fast that it was barely visible in midair. + +"No!" Norman only saw the dagger when it was inches away from him and could do nothing to block it. He could only watch as the dagger penetrated his head and emerged from the other side. + +A fine red glowing hole formed in his head before his body crumbled to the ground, vanishing into red particles. + +The daggers that were flying back toward him fell midway once Norman died. + +"One more to go," Max muttered as he entered the shining blue door and appeared in his cube. + +He checked his Battle Realm status. + +— + +[Max] Explore stories at empire + +– Number of Battles: [2] + +– Wins: [2] + +– Battle Coins: [200] + +— + +’So defeating someone at the same level in Novice Rank gives 100 points,’ Max mused before heading out of his cube. + +Outside, he saw a fuming Norman glaring at him with rage. + +Max smiled at the sight but ignored him. He turned to the others around him. "I’m new here. Anyone want to battle?" he asked loudly. + +Many pairs of eyes turned toward Max, their gazes sharp and scrutinizing. However, when they realized it was a young kid asking for a battle, the atmosphere in the room shifted. + +Their expressions transformed into predatory grins, as if they were wolves sizing up easy prey. + +"I’ll battle you, kid," someone called as they approached him. + +"Let me be your opponent," another joined in. + +"Who are you two? I’m his opponent," someone else said, and before long, a crowd had gathered around Max, all requesting a battle. + +Max was amused by this and randomly pointed at one of them. "You, you’ll be my opponent." It was a young man with black hair, his body nearly three times Max’s size, big and heavy. + +[Do you want to challenge Helin Juck?] + +"Yes," Max replied. + +"Haha, kid, I accept your challenge. Let’s go," the heavy-set guy laughed as he entered his cube. + +Max smiled back and entered his cube as well. + +"Is this kid an idiot or what?" + +"I think he has a problem in the head. Instead of choosing any of us, he chose Helin." + +"That kid must have been overwhelmed by so many of us challenging him and hastily chose the wrong opponent." + +"Let’s wait. They’ll come out soon." + +The crowd laughed and mocked Max for choosing Helin over them. They knew Helin would be tough to fight, let alone defeat, and yet the kid had chosen him. + +--- + +On the plain battlefield, Max stared at his massive opponent, who was cracking his knuckles. + +"Are you ready? I’ll come at you straight," Helin shouted. + +"Come," Max beckoned, gesturing with his hands. + +Helin focused and took a deep breath. With that, his body shot forward like a spring, flying straight at Max with a powerful punch. + +Max grinned and muttered, "2 Draconic Essence should be enough." + +Using the power of 2 Draconic Essence, Max clenched his fist and threw a punch of his own. His fist collided with Helin’s when he arrived before him. + +BANG! + +Helin was blasted backward, faster than he had charged. His body slowly turned into red particles before fully disappearing. + +"Three down," Max smiled and nodded before heading back. + +--- + +Outside the cubes, Helin emerged with a blank expression on his face. He still didn’t understand what had just happened. He could recall their fists colliding and then everything went dark. + +’One punch? That’s all it took for him to defeat me?’ Helin thought, drenched in sweat and a chill running down his spine. ’What kind of monster is this kid?’ + +"Helin, what’s with that look? Don’t tell me you lost?" someone asked when they saw his depressed expression. + +"Nah, he probably must be thinking he killed him too quickly and couldn’t enjoy the fight," another person added. + +"No, I was defeated," Helin shook his head, staring at them. + +"…" + +"…" + +Everyone was speechless. How could someone defeat Helin so effortlessly and quickly? The battle had barely begun—it had only been a matter of seconds—and yet Helin was already defeated, standing before them with disbelief written on his face. + +"It took him only one punch," Helin continued, and his words sent a chill down everyone’s spine. + +The crowd was already shaken by the fact that a newcomer, a kid, had managed to defeat Helin so quickly. But when they heard Helin admit that he had been defeated with a single punch, a wave of disbelief and unease spread through the crowd. + +Sweat beaded on their brows as they processed the implications. + +Among everyone present, Helin was renowned for his incredible physical strength—his prowess was unmatched. Yet, he had lost miserably in the very area where he excelled the most. + +--- + +Meanwhile, Max appeared outside the black cube and walked up to Grandma Yu and Alice. + +"You’re late," Grandma Yu scolded, her tone stern. + +"Hehe, but I won all three of my matches," Max said with a grin. + +Grandma Yu narrowed her eyes at Max, sensing his casual attitude. She touched the Battle Cube with her hand. + +Immediately, a number of profiles appeared before them, one of which belonged to Max. + +— + +[Max] + +– Number of Battles: [3] + +– Wins: [3] + +– Battle Coins: [300] + +— + +"Like I said, I won," Max said, smiling as he saw his stats. + +Grandma Yu’s sharp glare landed on Max, making him instinctively flinch and step back. Without a word, she tossed something toward him with a flick of her wrist. + +Max caught the object mid-air and examined it closely. It was a square-shaped token, surprisingly light yet sturdy. On one side, an intricately detailed blazing phoenix was etched, its wings seemingly alive with fiery motion. + +On the other side, his name, ’Max Morgan,’ was written in golden letters that gleamed brightly under the light. Just below his name, the words ’Arcane Order’ stood out in blazing red, radiating a faint, fiery glow that seemed to pulse with energy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-650.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-650.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4b02d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-650.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 644: Seed Participant" +slug: "ch-650" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 650 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1323 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After sealing the soul contract with Lyra, Max didn’t waste any time. Together, they left Windless City, heading straight for Whisker City—the most renowned city in the entire Stormwind Region, where the recruitment assessment of the Great Ruler Empire would take place. + +Unlike Windless City, which felt more like an entryway to the region, Whisker City pulsed with life and grandeur, a true gem among cities. As Max looked out from the window of Lyra’s Void Shuttle, he was momentarily stunned by the sheer size of the public arena they approached.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +It wasn’t just an arena—it was a colossal architectural marvel, larger than any structure he had witnessed in the Lower Domain. It was like a living monument built from white jade stone fused with gleaming black alloy beams, standing at the heart of the city like the spine of a god. + +The arena was built in a circular form, surrounded by grand tiered seating that spiraled upward like a giant coliseum, able to accommodate nearly half a million spectators. Massive floating crystal screens hovered above the structure, ready to broadcast battles for the public who couldn’t enter. + +At its very center, a flat battle stage large enough to host multiple skirmishes at once gleamed under the sunlight, surrounded by shimmering energy shields that pulsed with mana, designed to protect the audience from aftershocks of high-level duels. + +At this moment, Max stood aboard Lyra’s Void Shuttle—a vessel that felt less like a simple transport and more like a mobile palace. It was sleek and massive, with multiple decks and compartments, its frame engraved with runes and powered by cores Max couldn’t even identify. + +Compared to Aria’s shuttle, this was a flying fortress in the skies, clearly belonging to someone with influence and wealth. From the transparent glass dome of the upper deck, Max could see hundreds of thousands of people already gathered around the arena, forming rivers of experts, warriors, and spectators, each with their own purpose and excitement. + +"There’s always a crowd like this whenever the recruitment assessment is held publicly," Lyra said from beside him, her tone casual as she gazed at the city below. "And believe it or not, this is nothing. There’s still a week left before the event. When the time comes, the entire Whisker City will overflow with people. You won’t find a single empty inn or restaurant." + +Max gave a silent nod, taking it all in. He could already sense the pressure that came from just the sheer scale of it all. This wasn’t just another entrance trial. This was a battlefield for geniuses from countless regions, an opportunity to ascend into the heart of one of the strongest forces of the Middle Domain. + +"I’ll take you to our resting place in Whisker City," Lyra said a few moments later as the Void Shuttle slowly began its descent. + +Eventually, the shuttle landed soundlessly atop a towering building nestled close to the heart of the city. The structure was magnificent—an obsidian skyscraper carved from a single mountain-sized crystal, infused with swirling veins of glowing blue energy. + +It stood like a pillar of authority amidst the city skyline, surrounded by defensive formations and protective sigils. As Max stepped out onto the rooftop platform, he could feel the density of mana intensify, and he realized that even the building itself was a high-grade artifact meant for cultivation and defense. + +The city spread beneath him in a stunning panorama—high-tech and ancient design interwoven, floating islands and flying beasts overhead, with countless towers, sky bridges, and hovercrafts darting through the sky. + +Max exhaled slowly. + +This... was truly the Middle Domain. + +As they stepped down from the towering shuttle platform, Lyra’s voice rang calmly beside Max, her tone both informative and deliberate. "You are currently one of the seed recruits this year," she said, her violet hair catching the sunlight as she walked beside him through the private corridor that led into the upper floors of the structure. + +She continued, "Even though we made a deal, and you’re now bound by soul contract to represent the Great Ruler Empire in the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament and enter the top ten, you still need to follow the formal procedure. That means you must participate in the recruitment assessment just like everyone else—and pass it. Only then can you officially become part of our empire." + +Max listened quietly, the logic behind her words already forming in his mind. It made sense. While their contract guaranteed his loyalty and efforts, it didn’t change the public face of things. + +Lyra couldn’t risk drawing suspicion by having a complete outsider accepted without any testing or record, especially in a place like the Great Ruler Empire, where countless geniuses fought tooth and nail just for the chance to be recognized. + +"The most I can do," she added, "is name you one of the seed participants. That status will allow you to skip the earlier rounds of the assessment and begin directly in the final round—where only the strongest candidates remain. As of now, including you, there are only five seed participants." + +Max nodded thoughtfully. The designation made things smoother, yet didn’t rob him of the chance to prove himself. In a way, it was perfect. + +Only Lyra truly knew the extent of his talent and potential. No one else in the empire had the faintest idea of who he was or what he could do. If she pushed to induct him without any trials, it would undoubtedly raise the brows of the elders and high-ranking figures within her empire—people who valued power, merit, and hierarchy. + +And once questions were raised, doubts would follow, possibly even resistance. That would hurt both his position and her influence. + +He understood. This way, by going through the final round openly as a seed participant, he could display his strength to everyone. It would silence the skeptics and make his entry unquestionable. + +Moreover, Max had never feared battle—if anything, he thrived in the spotlight of combat. + +He looked at Lyra and nodded. "I understand." + +They finally arrived at the hall—an expansive chamber built with towering pillars of shimmering blue crystal and golden inlays carved with ancient runes. + +The high arched ceiling glowed softly, casting warm light down upon a central platform where a wide floating screen projected vivid images of two fierce one-on-one battles, each pair of fighters clashing with dazzling skill and ferocity. + +Four middle-aged figures stood at the edge of the platform, observing the fights with arms crossed and eyes sharp. + +Three of them were men—one with short brown hair and a thick, long moustache, another with a bald head and sharp eagle-like eyes, and the third with streaks of silver in his beard. + +The other two were women, one wearing a silver robe embroidered with phoenix feathers and the other with a stern expression, her long black hair tied into a braid that reached her waist. + +They were some of the many elders of the Great Ruler Empire—veteran powerhouses tasked with overseeing the recruitment assessment here in Whisker City. + +As soon as Lyra entered the room with Max at her side, the elder with the long moustache glanced away from the floating screen and immediately frowned. His sharp eyes swept across Max’s figure, instantly catching the fluctuations of his energy. + +"Princess Lyra," he said, his tone respectful yet heavy with scrutiny, "who is this kid?" His gaze lingered on Max’s aura, clearly sensing that he was only at the 8th level of Expert Rank. + +The other elders turned their attention from the battles to Lyra, their expressions shifting from neutral to sharp-edged curiosity—and then to something colder as they focused on Max. Their eyes drilled into him like invisible blades, filled with the kind of pressure only experts of immense experience could exert. + +"He is Max Morgan," Lyra said calmly, her voice unwavering as she stood beside Max. "The final seed participant for this year’s recruitment." + +The hall fell silent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-651.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-651.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9521a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-651.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 645: Second Princess Lyra" +slug: "ch-651" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 651 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1377 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The elder with the moustache let out a disbelieving snort, clearly holding back his displeasure. "Princess Lyra, are you joking with us?" he asked, lips curling slightly. "With all due respect, are you truly saying this... boy at the 8th level of Expert Rank is to be our final seed? That position is reserved for geniuses who stand at the very peak of Master Rank. If this isn’t a joke, then it’s a waste of a seed spot." + +Even though his words remained formal, the disappointment in his voice was clear. The others didn’t speak, but their silence spoke volumes. + +The woman with the phoenix robe narrowed her eyes, clearly questioning Lyra’s judgment, while the bald elder shook his head lightly, lips pressed in a thin line. + +They all knew who Lyra Shade was. Not just a princess by title, but one of the most dazzling geniuses the Middle Domain had produced in the past century. Her talent was unquestionable, her strategic mind sharp, and her loyalty to the Great Ruler Empire unwavering. + +Time and time again, she had proven her worth on and off the battlefield. But even so, the elders had never stopped questioning her methods. She was young—bold, unpredictable, and sometimes too unconventional for their liking. + +And now, this? Handing the last of the five coveted seed participant spots to someone who hadn’t even reached the Master Rank yet? To them, it wasn’t just a bad decision—it was a reckless gamble. + +Every participant mattered. Every seed slot was a carefully chosen by them to ensure their force would get some good members every year. To see one handed to an 8th-level Expert Rank junior—a level any elite academy disciple could achieve—felt like a slap to the face of their hard-earned standards. + +Their hearts were heavy with disappointment. Not because they didn’t respect Lyra. But because this time, they feared she might be wrong. + +"If he isn’t strong enough, he’ll be eliminated anyway," Lyra said casually, her tone indifferent and unshaken by the elders’ disapproving looks. She didn’t see the need to waste words. In her eyes, strength spoke louder than status, and Max would prove his worth when the time came. + +Truth be told, she never held much respect for most of the elders in the Great Ruler Empire. Aside from her father, mother, and grandfather—whose wisdom and power had earned her full reverence—she considered the rest to be rigid-minded relics of the past, clinging too tightly to formality and tradition. + +Without bothering to justify her decision any further, she turned her gaze to the massive screen dominating the center of the hall. The high-resolution display hovered midair, powered by a complex array of spirit formations and enchanted runes. + +It showcased the ongoing match between four of the strongest current participants in the recruitment assessment—two battles happening side by side. + +Each of the combatants moved like streaks of light, their weapons colliding with explosive bursts of energy, the sheer force behind every strike resonating even through the screen. Their forms were fluid, techniques sharp, and pressure intense. + +"Hmm, good," Lyra nodded with satisfaction. "All four are at peak Master Rank... better than last year’s batch. Including the few we’ll secure after the final round, this year’s lineup should be exceptional." + +Max followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on the battles unfolding. Even though he couldn’t fully sense their aura or analyze the depth of their concepts from a screen, the rhythm and tempo of their movements told him enough. + +Their concept control—whether wind, flame, or sword—had clearly reached the advanced stage. It wasn’t raw power that made them strong, but their refined mastery over their elements and techniques. This was the level of competition he would be stepping into. + +As he observed, a thought surfaced in his mind. ’I still have the Lightning Core I obtained from the Citadel...’ He hadn’t forgotten the treasure pulsing with refined lightning energy resting inside his dimensional storage. ’If I absorb it, I should be able to elevate my lightning concept to Level 2.’ + +That would give him a critical edge. He also needed to review and master some of the profound techniques he had acquired during his time in the Citadel. There was only a week left before the assessment began, but for Max—who possessed the Dimension of Time—that was more than enough to make significant progress. + +His mind began working on a plan, quietly determined. + +"Let’s go. I’ll take you to your room," Lyra said, her voice calm and composed as she turned toward Max, her violet hair swaying lightly behind her. "You have one week. Rest and prepare for the assessment." + +Max gave a silent nod and followed her as they stepped away from the wide observation hall, leaving behind the elders and the faint hum of the floating battle display. His expression remained unreadable, but inwardly, he was already making plans, thinking of how to best use every single moment before the assessment began. + +Behind them, the elder with the sharp moustache exchanged glances with the others, a clear look of discontent flickering across their faces. Their doubts about Max were plain and not just because of his current cultivation rank—though that alone was enough for many to scoff. + +What bothered them more was Lyra’s outright dismissal of their concerns. Yet, none voiced their objections aloud. They had long grown used to this side of her. + +Among the four children of the Great Ruler Empire’s Emperor, Lyra—Second Princess Lyra Shade—was a breed apart. Unlike her siblings who operated within the limits of protocol and hierarchy, Lyra walked her own path. + +She was unrestrained and unshakable, her decisions rarely swayed by political considerations or noble courtesies. That unbridled nature, paired with the steel in her spirit and the brilliance of her talent, had created a storm-like presence around her—one that none in the empire could ignore. + +Dominant. Courageous. Unapologetically fierce. + +And it was precisely this strength of character that had made her the most favored child of the Emperor. The entire Great Ruler Empire knew it. In the court halls, on the battlefields, and among the noble clans, whispers always spoke of her as the one most worthy of the imperial throne—not because of birthright, but because of sheer merit and the overwhelming aura of royalty that clung to her like a mantle of fire. + +And so, though the elders grumbled in silence, they did nothing more than exchange meaningful looks. For as much as they disapproved, none dared truly stand against Lyra when her mind was made up. Not when the empire itself seemed to stand behind her. + +*** + +"This is your room," Lyra said as she handed Max the intricately carved silver key and stopped in front of a tall, polished wooden door lined with rune patterns that faintly shimmered under the hallway’s ambient light. + +She glanced at him, her violet eyes narrowing slightly. "Remember this—never underestimate the geniuses of the Middle Domain. Not even for a second. You are strong, no doubt, and fearless... but so are they. Every single one of them."𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +She paused for a breath, her voice turning colder, sterner. "The Lower Domain may have shaped you, but this is a different world, Max. In the Middle Domain, talent alone isn’t enough. Here, if you stop moving forward—if your progress slows for even a moment—you won’t just be surpassed. You’ll be forgotten. Or worse... crushed beneath the feet of those who never stop chasing power. In this place, humiliation is the least of what awaits a stagnant genius." + +Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, sharp like a blade yet faintly laced with something that almost resembled concern. "That pressure is what forces the monsters of this land to unleash their true potential. And if you want to stand with or above them, you’ll need to do the same." + +She turned away then, flipping her long hair. "I’ve said enough, I think," she muttered softly before stepping down the hall. But just before the distance stretched too far, her voice echoed back one last time—cool and commanding. + +"Don’t disappoint me." + +And with that, she vanished around the corner, leaving Max standing alone in front of the door, the key still warm in his palm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-652.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-652.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d26158 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-652.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 646: Floor of Inheritance" +slug: "ch-652" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 652 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1266 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood at the doorway for a moment longer, the silver key still resting in his palm, watching the retreating figure of Lyra disappear down the hallway. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. + +He understood her words—her warning, her expectations, her concerns—but beneath it all, he held a quiet, unwavering confidence in his own strength. + +Shaking his head lightly, he turned the key and stepped into the room. + +The interior was elegant—too elegant, perhaps. It had the classic layout of a high-tier cultivation suite: a spacious bed with silk sheets, a polished blackwood table, a separate washroom, and a sealed training chamber outlined with refined spirit inscriptions that shimmered with a faint golden hue. + +Despite the lavish design, Max didn’t bother inspecting the comfort or aesthetics. His mind was already elsewhere. + +He walked straight to the training chamber and stepped inside. The moment the door sealed shut behind him, the world outside seemed to vanish. Sitting cross-legged at the center of the chamber, Max exhaled slowly and took out the object he had stored away for this moment. + +From within his storage space, he pulled out a radiant, pulsating orb that crackled with arcs of pure azure lightning. + +--- + +[Lightning Core: Heart of the Azure Storm] + +— Rank: [Legendary Rank] + +— Description: It can be used to comprehend level 2 Concept of Lightning. + +--- + +’Let’s see how effective this thing really is...’ Max thought, eyes narrowing with focus as he held the core gently between his fingers. He could feel the lightning humming within it—violent, wild, but incredibly refined. + +His instincts screamed at him to devour it whole, to absorb its boundless energy like he had done with countless beast cores in the past. But he stopped himself. He knew better. This wasn’t just a source of power—it was a key to understanding. A reckless move could destroy the insights hidden within. + +So, with steady breath and a calm heart, Max began to absorb it—slowly, cautiously—allowing threads of azure lightning to slither from the core and coil into his body. Each strand surged through his meridians like thunder across the sky, but instead of pain, Max felt clarity. + +Unlike beast cores, this wasn’t about absorbing raw power—it was about peeling back the layers of a law, understanding its essence. The moment the first stream of lightning entered his veins, Max felt like he had plunged into a storm. + +His thoughts flickered, his skin tingled, and his heartbeat thundered like war drums. The energy wasn’t violent, but it wasn’t gentle either—it was wild, arrogant, proud. It danced, not for him, but with him, testing his resolve. As he absorbed more, his consciousness was pulled into a trance-like state where space and time lost meaning. + +Within his inner world, he found himself standing atop a barren cliff, lightning crashing across a sky darker than night. Winds howled, and a deafening storm raged endlessly around him. Each bolt that fell struck the land like a divine hammer, tearing through stone and sky with absolute dominance. + +There was no order here. No calm. Only motion—blinding, relentless motion. Max closed his eyes and let his senses open. He didn’t resist the storm—he let it in. He let it course through his soul, let it fill his mind, let it tear through his doubts. + +Slowly, understanding came—not in words, but in feeling. Lightning wasn’t just an element. It was a symbol of speed, fury, and transformation. It destroyed, yes—but it also signaled change, evolution. It never lingered, never hesitated. It moved forward, always. + +Bit by bit, Max aligned his thoughts with this rhythm. He began to move as lightning did—inside his mind, his spirit, even his breath. He saw flashes of moments—of how to move in battle, how to strike with instinct, how to become a blur of judgment that came and left in an instant. + +Hours passed, or maybe days. The Lightning Core grew dimmer as more of its essence merged with him. Then, with one final surge of energy, the last trace of lightning from the core vanished into his chest. His body crackled, arcs of blue electricity dancing across his arms and shoulders. In that moment, something shifted. + +A hum resonated within him. His soul pulsed like a thunderclap. + +The world stilled for a breath—and then— + +Max opened his eyes slowly. Sparks still danced around his fingers, and a faint azure glow lingered in his pupils. He exhaled, the air crackling with static as it left his lips. + +He could feel it now—his movements would be faster, his perception sharper, his attacks more immediate. He hadn’t just gained power. He had evolved with the storm. A small smile formed on his face as he muttered, "Second level... finally." + +Max raised his hand, and brilliant strands of lightning crackled across his palm—no longer the familiar purple hue he once knew, but a vibrant, almost blinding blue. The arcs danced wildly, wrapping around his fingers like serpents made of pure energy. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the change. + +’My essence of lightning... it’s no longer purple. It turned blue,’ he thought, instantly realizing the cause. It was the core—the [Lightning Core: Heart of the Azure Storm]. The energy he absorbed from it hadn’t just deepened his understanding of the element, it had transformed its very nature within him. + +And this wasn’t just about color. No, the shift came with something far more valuable—a trait. If his old purple lightning was merely raw and untamed, a reflection of his early grasp over the element, then this new blue lightning was refined, evolved. It carried with it a singular, dominant trait—speed. + +The Speed of the Azure Storm. That was the name that naturally surfaced in his mind. It wasn’t just poetic, it was real. He could feel it in his veins, in the way his thoughts moved faster, how his reflexes sharpened, and how the arcs danced with such quickness that his eyes could barely keep up. + +When he fought, when he moved, when he struck—everything would be faster. His entire rhythm would become lightning itself. Swift. Uncatchable. Relentless. + +He checked the time through his holowatch and muttered, "Three days..." A bit more than what he expected, but considering the result—comprehending the second level of lightning concept and transforming his elemental trait entirely—it was more than worth it. + +Just as Max was preparing to begin studying the powerful new techniques he had obtained from the citadel, a sharp chime rang in his mind. A notification from the system blinked into existence, halting his movements mid-thought. + +--- + +[Floor of Inheritance has been unlocked in the Dimension of Lightning.] + +[Violet Lightning compatibility increased to 30%.] + +--- + +Max’s eyes widened as he read the notification again, then a third time, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating. "Floor of Inheritance?" he muttered, genuinely stunned. It was something he had never heard before, not even a hint of it. + +Up until now, all his dimensions—including flame, lightning, time and spirit—had remained at their basic state, offering him nothing more than a space that would grant him some abilities unique to that dimension. But this... this was different. + +A floor inside the Dimension of Lightning? That meant there was more to these dimensions than he had previously known—hidden layers or stages he hadn’t unlocked until now. + +And that thought sent a ripple of excitement through him. His heart thumped in his chest, not out of fear, but anticipation. + +What kind of inheritance would be inside? And how powerful would it be if it only opened after he reached the second level of lightning comprehension? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-653.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-653.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5fdc151 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-653.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 647: A Realm of Inheritance" +slug: "ch-653" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 653 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1247 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +On top of that, the system confirmed that his compatibility with Violet Lightning had increased to 30%—and that alone left Max momentarily stunned. + +It was another unexpected gain, because the last time he had made any measurable progress in controlling the Violet Lightning was back when he trained inside the Tower of Truth.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +He clearly remembered the frustration and excitement from those intense sessions, where he had pushed his body and spirit to the edge trying to grasp the unruly power. + +After countless years of training in the Dimension of Time, he had barely managed to increase his compatibility to 20%. + +At the time, Max had speculated that the sudden improvement came from two critical factors—the first being his successful comprehension of the first level of Concept of Lightning, which gave him a foundational understanding of lightning’s essence; and the second was his repeated use of the Dimension of Time, which allowed him to accelerate his training and refine control over the chaotic Violet Lightning. + +These two combined had nudged his compatibility from ten percent to twenty percent, and even that had taken effort beyond reason. + +But now, seeing it leap by another 10% without direct focus on the Violet Lightning itself, Max couldn’t help but wonder. Was it because of his recent breakthrough to the second level of Concept of Lightning? Or was the sudden awakening of the Floor of Inheritance within the Dimension of Lightning somehow responsible for accelerating his bond with the violet lightning? + +He wasn’t entirely sure which event triggered the increase—or if it was the synergy of both—but honestly, that didn’t matter. Progress was progress. Power was power. No matter the source, Max welcomed the growth with open arms, a quiet confidence forming in his chest. + +All of it was unexpected, and yet it made sense. He was evolving, and so were his dimensions. + +"Let’s see what inheritances are in the Floor of Inheritance," Max muttered under his breath, his voice filled with eager anticipation as he let his consciousness dive into the Dimension of Lightning. + +A familiar sensation greeted him—a humming pressure in the air, a storm-like thrum that sent tingles across his skin as if lightning itself was whispering in the dark. Within moments, he found himself standing once again at the foot of the ancient altar that towered at the heart of the dimension. + +Above it, as always, six colored lightning bolts hovered in a slow, swirling dance. Indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red—they crackled and shimmered with untamed power, floating in a perfect circle like elemental gods standing watch. + +These were the legendary Seven Lightnings of Judgment. But one color was missing. Violet. The seventh lightning, the weakest among them, was no longer there. Because it was no longer just a lightning force—it had already become part of Max himself. + +His gaze lingered on the remaining six bolts high above the altar. Though they were technically within his Dimension of Lightning, Max couldn’t feel any real connection to them. + +They might as well have been locked away in a vault of divinity, completely out of his reach. There was no reaction when he called to them, no flicker of response when he extended his aura or thoughts toward them. They remained dormant, sealed. + +But his violet lightning—now a living force within his body—was entirely different. He could sense it in every breath, every movement. It was a part of him now, not just as an energy but as a trait. That was why he could wield it while the others remained silent. + +’I wonder when I’ll finally be able to use the rest,’ Max thought to himself, eyes narrowing as his gaze lingered on the rotating bolts of power. + +His guess? It had to be after he achieved 100% compatibility with the violet lightning. That would probably act as a key, a threshold that would unlock access to the others. + +And from what he could tell, the violet lightning wasn’t just the weakest in raw power—it was the starting point, the foundation. The red lightning, flickering the most violently above, seemed to exude the greatest aura of dominance. + +It made sense. Only after having 100% compatibility over violet lightning could he hope to control the other six lightnings of Seven Lightnings of Judgment. + +Then his gaze turned towards a door that wasn’t previously there whenever Max had entered the Dimension of Lightning before. Above it was written in gold words: Floor of Inheritance. + +Max excitedly reached out to the door, opened it and walked inside. + +Immediately, he felt like he arrived in a new world. His breath caught in his throat. It was no longer just the chaotic realm of the Dimension of Lightning; this was something else entirely. A hidden world within a world. A realm of inheritance. + +What stretched before him was a vast and endless sky, dark yet glowing with streaks of silver and violet lightning that webbed across the atmosphere like celestial veins. + +Floating islands drifted lazily through this charged void, each one unique in shape and terrain—some looked like broken temples, others resembled inverted mountains suspended upside down, and a few shimmered like glass spires with lightning flickering inside their translucent walls. + +On each island, glowing monoliths stood tall, etched with runes pulsing in different hues of lightning—red, azure, gold, violet, and more. They were the inheritance vaults. + +Max could feel it without needing to be told—each monolith contained a unique legacy, a piece of knowledge or power left behind by some long-forgotten master of lightning. Some monoliths were silent and serene, others crackled wildly with storms of energy that made the very space around them distort. + +A few islands even had ghostly projections of their creators, silently practicing techniques or meditating within the lightning storms, forever looping their final insights for the chosen ones to observe and learn. + +What made this world even more extraordinary was the way time bent and shifted around it. + +Max noticed immediately that some islands moved faster than others—on one, a lightning dragon was coiled in a deep slumber, and the clouds above it rushed by like decades passing in seconds. + +On another, everything was still, as though frozen in the moment of a lightning strike. It wasn’t just a realm of trials—it was a realm where laws, concepts, and time itself bowed to the will of lightning. A world built by the very essence of storms and destruction and refined into perfect legacy. + +Max stood there for a while, stunned by the surreal beauty and majesty of the Floor of Inheritance. It wasn’t just a place to grow stronger—it was a world designed for ascension, for comprehension, for evolution. And every single island, every monolith, every spark in the air, whispered one thing to him: Come... and claim what you are worthy of. + +There were thousands of such floating islands scattered across the boundless expanse of the realm, each one suspended in mid-air like a forgotten relic of an ancient civilization, glowing softly beneath the ever-present storm-lit sky. + +"Does that mean there are thousands of inheritances in the Floor of Inheritance?" Max muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and thrill. His heart pounded with anticipation as the thought settled in his mind. It made sense. + +This was no ordinary place—it was the legendary Floor of Inheritance, a realm born from the Dimension of Lightning. + +At this moment Max realized he had only scratched the surface of his SSS rank class: Dimensional Keeper. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-654.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-654.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..431be78 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-654.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 648: Tian" +slug: "ch-654" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 654 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1221 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Which one should I choose?" Max muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the breathtaking panorama of floating islands stretching endlessly across the electric sky. + +There were too many—each one radiating with different auras, some calm and serene, others roaring with storms and violent arcs of lightning. It was overwhelming, even for someone like him who had stood at the edge of death more times than he could count. + +He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes, finally deciding to go with the one directly in front of him—the closest island among the thousands. + +Without wasting a second, he bent his knees and leapt from the floating platform, his body landing gently on the surface of a transparent, membrane-like bubble that enveloped the island. + +Every island had one of these—an entry barrier that kept the inheritance sealed until a qualified seeker stepped in. + +His body phased through the bubble smoothly, like passing through a layer of warm water, and in the next moment, Max stood on firm ground again, surrounded by a grassy plain stretching out under a shockingly calm, deep blue sky. It was tranquil and quiet—almost too quiet—until a soft, childlike voice echoed nearby. + +"Welcome, master, to the Island of Storm King." Max spun around, startled, and found a boy—no, not a boy—a humanoid puppet, approaching him with a slow, almost polite gait. + +The puppet looked no older than ten years in appearance, but his every movement was eerily fluid and lifelike. + +Max’s sharp eyes immediately picked out the intricate rune patterns carved faintly into the puppet’s skin, woven so seamlessly into its features that an average person would’ve mistaken it for a real human child. + +The craftsmanship was exquisite—far beyond anything he had seen before, even in the citadel. + +Max frowned slightly, his brows furrowing with confusion and unease. There was something deeply unsettling about what he was seeing. + +He had long accepted that his class, Dimensional Keeper, was mysterious, unique, and far beyond the comprehension of most. But to find a puppet—an actual living presence—within the very depths of his class? That was something even he wasn’t prepared for. + +A class was supposed to be a framework, a potential, a power source—it wasn’t supposed to contain sentient things inside it. And yet, standing before him was a boy-shaped puppet, crafted so flawlessly that it breathed with illusionary life. + +"Who are you?" Max asked warily, keeping his senses sharp as he observed the puppet carefully. The figure stopped a few steps away and bowed with perfect grace, its tone calm and unnervingly respectful. + +"Master, I am Tian," it said in a voice that carried warmth, yet no breath. "I have been asleep all this time and only awakened now, when you unlocked the Floor of Inheritance within the Dimension of Lightning." + +The puppet then raised its head, its expression devoid of emotion yet eerily intelligent. "In short, I am a servant of the Dimensional Keeper." + +"Servant?" Max repeated, his frown deepening. The words unsettled him. A servant of the Dimensional Keeper? That wasn’t a title he gave himself—that was the name of his class. + +But the way the puppet said it... it was like referring to a person, not a system or a role. Like the Dimensional Keeper was an identity, a being, something ancient. And Tian, this puppet—this construct—was part of it. + +That was the part that truly sent a chill down Max’s spine. How could a class host a servant inside itself? He thought back to his Dimension of Spirit, the one capable of nurturing spirits—living entities. So yes, his class could sustain life. + +But he’d always believed it was his will shaping those dimensions, not something that already existed within them. Now, that belief was being torn apart. + +Tian’s very presence implied that this class—this power—was more than just a class system had given to him. It had roots. It had a past. And maybe... it had plans for him. + +Max stood in silence, his thoughts racing.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +"You are a servant of Dimensional Keeper... as in, you’re a servant of me, right?" Max asked, just to be absolutely sure, his voice laced with suspicion and curiosity. + +The puppet boy—Tian—nodded calmly. "Yes, master. I am now a servant of yours to command." + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly, still wrapping his mind around this strange development. "Then tell me... how did you come into existence? How did you come into my class?" he asked, genuinely curious now. This wasn’t something the system had ever hinted at, and it was starting to feel like he was walking deeper into a maze without knowing where it led. + +But Tian merely shook his head with mechanical politeness. "With all due respect, master, I cannot answer that question," he replied, his expression unreadable. + +Max’s frown deepened. This wasn’t the kind of answer he liked. But Tian’s next few words made him straighten up. + +"When you say you’re a servant of the Dimensional Keeper," Max asked carefully, "does that mean you have access to every dimension I’ve unlocked so far?" + +"Yes, master," Tian said, his voice unwavering. "As of now, I have access to all the dimensions that you have unlocked." + +Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t know whether to feel impressed or concerned. A part of him felt like he had just stepped into something ancient and vast—far bigger than just a class or a system. + +"Alright then," he said, shifting the topic. "Tell me about this Floor of Inheritance... How am I supposed to unlock the inheritances here?" + +Tian nodded solemnly. "The Floor of Inheritance is part of your power as the Dimensional Keeper, master. All the inheritances here—no matter how ancient, how powerful, or how mysterious—they belong to you. However, in order to claim any one of them, you must prove yourself worthy." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "Worthy how?" + +"To unlock an inheritance," Tian continued, "you must step onto an island and challenge the soul imprint left behind by the original owner of the inheritance. For instance, the island you are currently on belongs to the Storm King. To gain his inheritance, you must defeat his soul imprint in combat. Only then will the inheritance recognize you as its master and fuse with your lightning dimension." + +Max looked around the calm blue skies and the grassy plains of the island—so deceptively peaceful. Somewhere within this island, a remnant of the legendary Storm King was waiting for him. + +"I see," Max muttered, nodding as everything started to make more sense. + +At this moment, he felt slightly relieved that he had chosen the island closest to him. It wasn’t exactly a well-thought-out plan—it had been more of an impulsive decision made out of sheer curiosity—but now, looking back, he was glad. + +He didn’t know how powerful the soul imprints of the other inheritances were, especially those resting on islands further away. In fact, judging by how distant and high-floating some of those islands were, Max suspected they might belong to terrifyingly powerful beings. + +The closest one, he hoped, would be the least dangerous—or at the very least, manageable. + +"Where is the soul imprint?" Max asked, glancing around the quiet, wind-swept grasslands of the island. + +Tian pointed calmly into the distance. "Somewhere within this island, master. It does not stay in one place, but you will find it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-655.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-655.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e7e89e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-655.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 649: Max vs Storm King" +slug: "ch-655" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 655 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1396 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max nodded and didn’t waste time. He moved forward, his feet brushing softly over the lush grass that swayed gently beneath the soft blue sky. The air here was fresh, tinged faintly with electric energy, and the silence carried a faint hum as if the whole place was alive—charged with ancient power. + +He walked for several minutes through the undisturbed plains, until his eyes landed on a raised circular platform at the heart of a gentle hill. It was made of sleek gray stone, its surface etched with old lightning runes that glowed faintly under the daylight. + +Wide steps led to the top, but Max’s eyes were drawn to the figure sitting quietly on the lower steps. + +There, a man sat alone.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t meditating. He was simply sitting. His long, cloud-white hair flowed down his back, and his loose robes, stitched with patterns of thunderbolts, fluttered slightly even without wind. His eyes were closed, arms resting casually on his knees, and his expression was one of solemn calm—as if he were a statue left by time itself. + +Max’s steps slowed. There was something overwhelming about that presence. The calm wasn’t ordinary. It was the kind of stillness that came only from sheer, absolute mastery. From a man who had stood above countless storms. Even without opening his eyes, the figure radiated an unshakable pressure—as if nature itself bent around him. + +Max instinctively knew: this was the soul imprint of the Storm King. + +Just at that moment, the man sitting silently on the platform opened his eyes—and the world seemed to shift. A sharp crack split the air as red lightning flashed violently within his gaze, like twin storms roaring to life. + +Before Max could even react, a red gleaming spear materialized in the man’s right hand with a loud hum, pulsing with concentrated energy. + +Without a word or warning, the man vanished. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared right in front of Max, his spear already lunging forward like a crimson meteor crashing down. + +But Max was ready. His Three Dimensional Body kicked into action, instantly analyzing the trajectory of the strike. Time seemed to slow just enough for his body to respond with a sidestep, narrowly avoiding the deadly thrust. The red spear slashed through his afterimage, tearing through the space where his head had been a fraction of a second ago. + +Without hesitation, Max jumped back, his boots skimming across the grassy earth as he pulled out his sword in a single fluid motion. + +Then he saw it—the red lightning once again dancing along the man’s spear. It surged to the spearhead, condensing rapidly until it turned pitch red, glowing like molten metal. The intensity of it sent faint crackles echoing across the plain. + +In a flash of red light, the man was gone from sight—only to reappear directly in front of Max once more, his spear moving like a thunderbolt, too fast for most eyes to follow. + +Max didn’t flinch. His eyes gleamed coldly as he activated his Severing Sword Concept at the advanced stage of level one. Energy surged through his blade, and with a powerful roar, he slashed forward with all his might. The two weapons collided. + +Clang! Boom! + +The impact created a blinding shockwave that rippled out across the grassy plains. The red lightning clashed with Max’s sword force in an explosion of sparks and force. + +Max’s body couldn’t withstand the raw impact—he was blasted backwards, his feet leaving the ground as he flew through the air like a broken arrow. Wind tore at his clothes, and the sky above spun for a brief moment before he crashed into the earth. + +"So strong!" Max hissed through gritted teeth, planting the tip of his sword into the ground to halt his momentum. Dust rose around him, but he held firm, legs bent, body crouched, eyes blazing with excitement instead of fear. + +His arms trembled from the recoil, but his fighting spirit burned brighter than ever. + +Activating all 600 of his Draconic Essences, Max’s body instantly surged with terrifying power. His muscles tensed and bulged with barely-contained force, veins glowing faintly beneath his skin as golden-black draconic energy coursed through him. + +A low, thunderous hum echoed from his very being like the growl of a slumbering dragon awakened. His aura exploded, rippling through the air in waves, causing the ground beneath him to crack and crater. + +His knees bent—just slightly—and then boom! Max vanished in a violent burst of raw strength, the shattered earth exploding in his wake from the pressure of his launch. + +In less than a blink, Max appeared in front of Storm King like a bolt of lightning. Without hesitation, he slashed down with his Severing Flow Sword Art, each motion flowing like a river but slicing like a guillotine. + +The blade roared with concept-infused fury. + +Storm King’s eyes narrowed, and with perfect calm, he met the attack with a powerful thrust of his red lightning-imbued spear, its head crackling with scarlet destruction. + +Clang! Boom! + +The shockwave from their clash blasted out in a dome of pure energy, flattening the surrounding grass for dozens of meters. This time, Max didn’t go flying—he was only pushed back three steps, his heels dragging through the dirt, steam rising from his arms as he withstood the brutal force. + +Storm King’s eyes flashed with surprise. + +Max didn’t waste a second. He appeared behind Storm King in a blur, his blade screaming down in a wide arc. Storm King twisted just in time, raising his spear in reverse grip to parry. Clang! Sparks exploded as lightning danced along their weapons. + +Storm King retaliated instantly. A red blur shot forward—his spear thrust aiming straight for Max’s throat. + +Max jerked back, the tip of the spear grazing his chin. Blood trickled, but he didn’t stop. He spun to the side, slashing low toward the knees. Storm King leapt up, dodging by a hair’s breadth, and twisted mid-air to hurl his spear like a thunderbolt. + +Max’s eyes widened. He raised his sword just in time. + +Bang! + +The impact blasted him backward, feet skidding across the earth, leaving long gouges in the grass and stone. + +Before he could recover, Storm King was already upon him, spear sweeping horizontally. + +Max ducked. + +Whoosh! + +The spear passed inches above his head, slicing off a few strands of hair. He rolled forward, using the momentum to pivot and strike upward. His sword burned with the raw power of his physical strength combined with the full power of severing sword concept. + +Storm King blocked—but the force made his arm tremble. + +Max didn’t give him space. He pressed in, launching a rapid barrage of slashes—one, two, five, ten—each strike faster than the last. Sparks flew. Storm King was forced back, step by step, until his heels dug into the crumbling edge of the battle-scarred platform. + +With a roar, Max raised his sword overhead, pouring every ounce of strength into a single overhead slash using his Void Severance Slash technique. + +Storm King raised his spear to block. + +BOOM! + +The platform cracked. Dust blasted into the air. Storm King slid back two meters, his boots carving twin trenches into the ground. + +Max landed, panting, his chest heaving—but his eyes were ablaze. + +Storm King stared at him, brow furrowed, blood-red lightning flickering across his arms. A faint cut traced across his right cheek. + +For the first time... he bled. + +Max straightened, pointing his sword forward. "I’m not done yet." + +’Dragon Scales Transformation!’ He roared without hesitation, unleashing the full might of his draconic bloodline. Instantly, black glowing scales, forged from condensed mana and ancient bloodline power, began to spread rapidly across both his arms, crawling up to his shoulders and neck like living armor. The aura that surged from him was wild, primal—draconic. + +Then, in the next breath, golden light erupted from within those black scales as the power of his 600 Draconic Essences ignited in full force. The air cracked, the ground trembled, and his presence felt like a dragon descending upon the battlefield. + +Boom! + +A thunderous burst of power surged out from his body, splitting the air with an invisible force. The golden-black glow of his transformation turned the sky above into a swirl of chaotic light. + +Max gripped his sword with both hands, veins bulging with radiant energy, and charged forward like a comet crashing to earth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-656.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-656.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab99ff7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-656.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 650: One Attack Kill" +slug: "ch-656" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 656 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1294 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Storm King’s crimson eyes, calm yet unreadable, flickered with emotion for the first time since the battle began. A faint smile tugged at his lips—acknowledgment. And then it vanished just as fast. + +Suddenly, his eyes flared—not with ordinary fury, but with blood-red lightning that cracked within his pupils like caged storms about to be set free. His entire spear lit up, engulfed by streaks of red lightning so violent they scorched the very air around him. + +He raised his weapon slowly, almost reverently. + +BOOM!!! + +Sword and spear collided—and the result was apocalyptic. A devastating explosion of force and energy tore through the ground like a divine punishment, instantly vaporizing everything within dozens of meters. + +The battlefield turned into a crater of molten earth and shattered debris. A storm of dust and broken terrain erupted into the sky, cloaking the world in grey chaos. + +The shockwave traveled outward like a tidal wave of destruction, tearing apart hills and flattening anything within sight. + +As the dust slowly began to settle, the devastation became clearer. Deep cracks veined through the land like scars, lightning still dancing faintly in the air, searching for something to burn. + +Amidst the silence and ruin, Storm King stood tall at the center of the destruction—unmoving, undisturbed, his spear steady and aimed forward. + +And Max? + +Max was gone. + +His presence vanished from sight. His figure wasn’t visible in the sky, on the land, or anywhere nearby. + +He was gone. Dead. + +*** + +Max blinked, stunned. One moment he had been clashing with Storm King, blade against spear, his blood boiling and heart pounding with the thrill of battle—and the next, he was back at the beginning, standing before the endless void filled with floating inheritance islands. + +"What just happened?" he muttered, his voice laced with confusion. He hadn’t wished to leave. He hadn’t planned to retreat. Most importantly, he had been in the middle of a fight—he was winning, or so he thought. + +Just then, the small figure of Tian materialized beside him, his eyes calm and voice clear. "Master, you were killed by Storm King." + +"What? I was killed?" Max muttered, his voice hollow, eyes widening in disbelief. The words echoed in his mind, clashing violently against everything he knew about his own strength. It didn’t add up—it couldn’t. + +He had been in his strongest physical form, his body enveloped in the glowing black and gold scales of his Dragon Scales Transformation, each scale dense with the condensed might of 600 Draconic Essences. + +His defense, in that state, was monstrous—something not even a Champion Rank elite should have been able to break through easily. + +His power hadn’t stopped at just defense either. The Draconic Essences amplified every part of him—his strength, speed, reaction, even the density of his flesh and bones. Every movement he made had been supercharged. + +Every strike of his sword had carried the weight of a mountain behind it. Combined with the advanced stage 1st level Severing Sword Concept, a concept that could cleave through energy and essence alike, Max had believed himself capable of standing against Storm King’s attack. + +And yet... he died. + +He clenched his fists, trying to piece it together. No warning. No mortal wound. Just a blinding flash of red lightning and then... darkness. Emptiness. He was back here. + +"How?" he whispered under his breath. + +Tian stood beside him silently, as if waiting for Max to grasp the truth himself. + +It wasn’t that his strength had failed him. + +It was that Storm King was something beyond. A being born not of this world but of legacy, forged to protect an inheritance meant only for those who could challenge the storm itself. A soul imprint crafted not to fight fairly—but to test the impossible. + +Max had thought he was invincible. But invincibility... was just another illusion.𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢 + +And this loss—this death—it shattered that illusion in a single strike. + +"I couldn’t even get to use my full strength," Max muttered to himself with a long sigh, his gaze fixed on the endless floating islands before him. His mind replayed the battle—every strike, every movement, every collision of power. + +He clenched his fists. Deep inside, a bitter frustration gnawed at him. He had gone into that fight with overwhelming confidence—powered by his Dragon Scales Transformation, strengthened with the might of 600 Draconic Essences, his sword infused with the advanced stage of the Severing Concept. + +He thought he could face Storm King head on with that. And yet, in the end, none of it had been enough. + +He hadn’t even used all four of his concepts together. Perhaps if he had pushed himself to his absolute limits from the start—called upon the full arsenal of concepts he possessed, the ones that defined his style, his power—he might have stood a better chance. Maybe. + +But then again... he remembered. That moment. The exact instant before everything ended. The man’s eyes—Storm King’s eyes—flashed with a terrifying red lightning. A crimson blaze that swallowed the air itself. The moment Max launched his final attack, it was as if time stopped and fate was sealed. + +"It must be because of that," Max muttered again, brows furrowed in thought. That lightning in his eyes... it hadn’t been just a technique. No, it was something deeper. He didn’t know what that last attack was, but he was certain that single flash was the very reason his near-impervious Dragon Scales had shattered like glass, and he was killed in an instant. + +It was a sobering reminder. Strength was not a guarantee of victory. If he were careless, he could die like others. + +"I should try again," Max muttered under his breath, a resolute gleam flashing through his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, the memory of his death at Storm King’s hands still fresh in his mind. + +This time, he wouldn’t hold back. He wanted to go all out—to test the full extent of his strength, to see if the might of his four concepts and 600 Draconic Essences, combined with Dragon Scales Transformation, could truly rival a being like Storm King. + +But more than anything, he wanted to understand that final, mysterious attack. The one that ended everything in a flash of red lightning. Last time, he died too fast to grasp what had actually happened. It was time to uncover the truth behind that fatal technique. + +Just as Max was about to act, Tian’s voice echoed from beside him, calm and steady. "Master, you only have three chances to conquer an inheritance island," he warned, his expression as neutral as ever. "If you are defeated or killed in these three rounds, that specific island will disappear forever from the Floor of Inheritance. Its legacy will be lost to you." + +"Only three chances..." Max echoed softly, his brows furrowing. A dangerous rule, but not unreasonable. After all, he was standing within the heart of a domain designed to test and pass on ancient legacies. It wasn’t meant to be easy. If anything, three tries were more than what most would be given. + +"Tch, no pressure then," he muttered with a wry smile. But deep down, he was serious. He wouldn’t waste a single chance. He would learn. He would adapt. And he would win. + +"Considering I was one-shot killed by the Storm King, I should visit the Floor of Inheritance again only after I’ve leveled up to Master Rank," Max muttered, a hint of reluctant acceptance in his tone. + +He understood his limits now—Storm King was simply on a whole different level, and he had rushed in without properly gauging the gap. That wouldn’t happen again. With that decision made, he shifted his focus. + +With just a thought, his consciousness withdrew from the Dimension of Lightning, and he opened his eyes in the real world once more. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-657.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-657.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49f5404 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-657.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 651: Star Flame Art" +slug: "ch-657" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 657 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1235 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Time to practice the techniques I got from the Citadel,’ Max told himself, casting aside the matter of the Floor of Inheritance for now. There was no use obsessing over something he wasn’t ready for. + +What he could do right now was improve. And the techniques he had acquired from the Citadel—those were weapons that could sharpen his strength. There were two techniques, and both were exceptional. + +The first was the Star Flame Art, a flame technique unlike any other. Its concept was weight—not just in mass, but in impact. + +According to the technique’s description, flames weren’t just about heat, destruction, or devouring. With this art, one could compress the very essence of flame, layering its weight until it became a crushing force of nature. + +The first stage of the Star Flame Art would allow the user’s flames to carry the strength and weight of one hundred thousand kilograms. The second stage would amplify that force to one million kilograms, and the third—final—stage would push it to a jaw-dropping one hundred million kilograms. + +A million kilograms worth of strength... that was no joke. That kind of force could shatter boulders into dust with a casual wave, bend steel like paper, or level a fortress with a single strike. And yet, that wasn’t even the final stage of the Star Flame Art. + +At the third stage, the user’s flames would carry the weight of a hundred million kilograms—an astronomical number that pushed the very boundaries of physical might. + +Max could only imagine what sort of terror his arms would become if he ever reached that stage. Not just flames to burn, but flames to crush... to collapse entire landscapes beneath their weight. The very thought made his blood race and his eyes gleam with fervent hunger. + +Just mastering the first stage alone would elevate his strength to a terrifying new realm. + +But that excitement was quickly tempered as he continued to study the instructions for the technique. His expression grew solemn, brows furrowing with focus. This Star Flame Art was not some ordinary technique. It belonged to the rare and revered category of Secret Arts. + +And secret arts... they were in a class of their own. Unlike regular techniques that could be learned through daily repetition, comprehension, and guidance, secret arts were enigmatic and far more demanding. + +They weren’t just skills—they were legacies. The lifeblood of entire forces. Every powerful force, from third-grade guilds to the strongest first-class empires and places, had their own secret art. These weren’t shared freely. They were locked away, entrusted only to the most loyal and most talented of members. Not because of their danger alone—but because of their value. + +And so, practicing one was never straightforward. Each secret art was unique, with its own rules, conditions, and pathways to mastery. The Star Flame Art was no different. It didn’t simply ask Max to gather fire essence and shape it—it demanded the power of stars. + +Power of stars was a very miraculous thing. It wasn’t something a human could control, not certainly humans from the mortal domain. + +And this Star Flame Art required Max to draw the power of stars directly into his body. + +He’d have to ignite his own inner flame using stars as the source and gradually compress the flame’s essence within his meridians while withstanding the unimaginable burden it placed on his body. + +One wrong step... and his meridians could rupture, his spirit could fracture, and his body could burn from within. This wasn’t a technique for the impatient. It was a test of will, endurance, and precision. + +Max’s gaze turned sharp, his anticipation now grounded with caution. This wasn’t something he could rush. But if he succeeded... the rewards would be well worth the pain. + +"This technique couldn’t be rushed for the time being," Max muttered under his breath, closing the scroll of the Star Flame Art. The requirements were too strict for now. "I need to be in an area where the sky is full of stars... only then can I draw on the power of starlight without interruption." + +And finding such a location—one where the stars weren’t obscured by city lights or clouded skies—wasn’t going to be easy. The art demanded more than just a night sky. It required purity, stillness, an atmosphere aligned with celestial rhythm. A rare place indeed. + +Max exhaled slowly, folding the scroll and tucking it away. The time for that technique would come—but not today.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +With that decided, he pulled out the second scroll he had obtained from the citadel—the Soul Sword Art. His fingers brushed over the smooth surface of the parchment as he unfurled it, and a faint silver aura seemed to shimmer across the inked lines. As he read through the contents, his eyes lit up with curiosity and appreciation. + +"This sword technique is good," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. It wasn’t just about control—it was about intent. The Soul Sword Art allowed the practitioner to channel their soul directly into their blade, binding the weapon to their will. + +With enough mastery, the sword didn’t need to be in his hand. It could be miles away... yet if his soul was locked onto a target, distance became meaningless. The sword would pierce through realms to reach its mark—unseen, unheard, unstoppable. + +But that wasn’t all. The technique’s greatest strength also lay in its speed. It was a sword art designed for swiftness so absolute that even the air wouldn’t have time to part before the blade struck. + +It warned that unless the user had complete mastery over the sword and clarity of mind, they should avoid using it in close combat. A slight misjudgment, a flicker of hesitation, and the blade could turn on allies—or worse, on oneself. + +It was a technique for assassins and elites, for warriors who fought with precision, not brute force. Max’s expression hardened with determination as he imagined the possibilities. + +A sword that could hunt anyone... anywhere... bound only by the resolve of the soul. This was more than a technique—it was a silent death sentence. + +"Let’s start learning it," Max muttered to himself as he sat down cross-legged in the center of his training chamber. + +His focus was entirely on the sword he had just pulled from his storage space—a simple, unmarked blade made of refined steel. Nothing special about it. But soon, it would become something more. + +Max gripped the hilt with both hands, his eyes narrowing. + +According to the Soul Sword Art, the first and most crucial step was to cut a piece of his own soul—around one percent—and brand it into the sword. Not as a symbol, not as a rune, but as a living mark, a bond that tethered blade and soul together. + +The technique warned that this step was dangerous. Many practitioners had failed here, damaging their souls in ways that took years to recover from. Some lost pieces of their minds. Others lost the ability to wield a sword forever. + +But Max wasn’t just anyone. He had already reached the perfection stage of soul shaping—the highest and most stable form a soul could attain. His soul no longer drifted like a wisp or glowed like a vague flame. + +It had form—his form—an exact replica of his physical self, capable of thought, motion, even emotion. A complete manifestation. + +With such a soul, Max could control its structure down to the smallest threads of energy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-658.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-658.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a7e0b84 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-658.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 652: Soul Sword Art" +slug: "ch-658" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 658 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1232 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max closed his eyes, and with a thought, summoned the image of his soul. A vague golden being sitting cross-legged appeared behind Max who was also seated cross-legged in the training chamber. + +It shimmered behind him—solid golden form. Then, with precise intent, he separated a tiny fragment, about one percent, and gently guided it into the blade. + +A golden thread separated from the soul form floated towards the sword and merged into it. + +The sword trembled. It glowed golden faintly at first, then violently vibrated as it tried to resist the invasion. But Max’s soul fragment wasn’t just raw power—it carried intent, will, and dominion. The sword had no choice but to yield. + +Cracks of light ran across the blade’s surface, vanishing a second later. The resistance faded. A connection formed. + +Max opened his eyes. He could feel it. He didn’t just hold the sword anymore—he felt it. Every grain of metal, every line etched into the blade’s spine, every vibration that rippled through the hilt... it was all part of him now. + +The sword had become his extension, not just of body, but of soul. + +With just a single thought, Max focused his soul force and willed the sword to move. Instantly, as if yanked by an invisible force, the blade shot out of his hands like a bolt of lightning. + +It flew straight up, piercing the air with a sharp whistle before crashing violently into the ceiling of the training chamber. + +Bang! + +A loud metallic clang echoed through the chamber as pieces of dust and tiny fragments of stone rained down from the cracked ceiling. Max instinctively caught the falling sword as it bounced back toward him, the hilt landing perfectly in his palm. + +"Hehe..." Max laughed awkwardly, scratching the side of his head with one hand while holding the still-vibrating sword in the other. He hadn’t expected the speed to be so ridiculous. + +Honestly, he had only wanted to test whether the sword would respond to his soul’s command and float—just a gentle rise or a simple hover. Instead, the thing had blasted off like a missile with no brakes, almost like it was trying to escape the planet entirely. + +It worked, that much was clear. The technique’s claim wasn’t exaggerated. It really was fast—too fast. So fast that Max hadn’t even been able to control or slow it down properly. + +As the Soul Sword Art manual had warned, unless one had achieved full mastery of their sword and soul, the blade could easily go out of control, endangering not only the enemy but the user and everyone around. + +Max stared at the sword for a long moment, then let out a breath. "I’ll need to practice this... a lot," he muttered, glancing at the hole in the ceiling. + +Following that, Max placed the flying sword aside for the time being and brought out the broken sword he had obtained from the citadel—a jagged, ancient-looking weapon with cracks along its blackened blade. But the moment he took it out, something unexpected happened. + +Buzz! + +A sharp, vibrating hum erupted from the sword as it began to tremble violently in his grasp. Max’s expression changed instantly. He gritted his teeth and instinctively poured the power of all 600 Draconic Essences into his arms just to hold it steady. + +Even with that monstrous strength, it felt like the blade was trying to break free from his hands, as if resisting him—no, not resisting him, but reacting to something inside him. + +"What the hell?" Max muttered, eyes widening in disbelief. "How did this thing suddenly become this volatile?!" + +He vividly remembered when he first picked it up in the citadel—back then, it had exuded a powerful aura, yes, a terrifying sword concept that made even his sword concept resonating with it. + +But it was dormant. Silent. Heavy, but calm. It hadn’t resisted him, nor had it acted this violently. Now, it felt like he was holding a beast that had just awakened from a long slumber and was roaring in defiance. + +Just then, as if summoned by the surge of power, the figure of Blob appeared beside him in a flicker of light. Calm as always, Blob hovered silently for a second, then spoke. "That broken sword is carrying the legacy of its master." + +"Legacy?" Max blinked, stunned. He looked at the broken sword with a new sense of awe. He had heard of legacies being passed down through scrolls, statues, or soul remnants. But through a broken sword? + +Blob nodded. "Yes. It’s rare, but not unheard of. In desperate moments, powerful sword masters sometimes seal their inheritance into their weapons, especially when they know they’re going to die. It’s a way to preserve their path—their essence—hoping that someone worthy will one day inherit it." + +Max’s grip on the trembling sword tightened. "When I picked it up in the citadel, it wasn’t like this. It was powerful, but it didn’t react this way." + +His brows furrowed as he searched his memory. "The only thing I remember was... my sword concept resonating faintly with it." + +Blob’s eyes glinted. "That might have been enough. Some legacy seals don’t need blood or energy to activate—just recognition. If your sword concept matched the frequency of the sword’s intent, even partially, it may have been what broke the seal." + +Max looked down at the sword, still buzzing in his grasp, glowing faintly with a silver-blue mist. "I see." He nodded in understanding. + +"Comprehend it well. You might get the inheritance from it if you are lucky," Blob said calmly as his soft, glowing hand extended and gently touched the trembling surface of the broken sword. + +The effect was instantaneous. As if soothed by some divine presence, the sword’s violent buzzing halted. The oppressive aura it had been exuding vanished like smoke in the wind, and in just a moment, it returned to being a simple, quiet, broken sword resting in Max’s hands. + +Max stared in stunned silence. No matter how many times he witnessed it, Blob’s ability to do things that defied logic never ceased to amaze him. Whether it was taming unruly spirits, erasing the malevolent effect of the evil sword, or like now, calming a sword imbued with a dead master’s legacy—Blob always made it look effortless. + +’Spirit race are indeed blessed by the gods,’ Max thought with a trace of reverence in his heart. + +"I have calmed it down for now," Blob said in his usual relaxed tone, turning his glowing eyes toward Max. "But once you start trying to comprehend it again, the broken sword will respond to your sword concept. It will awaken—reacting to your resonance—and at that time, it will go berserk again." + +Max nodded seriously, understanding what he was getting into. If this sword truly carried a legacy, then it wouldn’t hand it over easily. The path of comprehension was bound to be one of trials—of mental, spiritual, and pressure. + +"But I believe you’ll be fine when that happens," Blob added with a small smile, his voice filled with quiet trust. + +"And I’m here anyway." With that, his ethereal form flickered, and he disappeared with a soft pulse of light, returning to the Dimension of Spirit where he resided. + +Left alone in the chamber, Max looked at the quiet sword resting in his palms. + +He exhaled slowly, set the sword before him on the ground, and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-659.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-659.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a61746 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-659.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 653: Concept of Invincible Sword" +slug: "ch-659" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 659 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max sat cross-legged in silence, his eyes closed, the broken sword lying before him like a dormant beast. The training chamber was dim, only faint light from the ceiling rune stones reflecting off the jagged edge of the sword’s shattered blade. + +Max calmed his breathing, entering a deep meditative state, his soul energy gently wrapping around the broken weapon. Slowly, like a whisper reaching across a void, his sword concept resonated with whatever will lingered within the blade. + +He felt a pulse—not violent like before—but ancient, steady, and incomparably proud. The sword hummed softly, and in that moment, visions bloomed in Max’s mind. + +He saw a lone swordsman standing amidst a mountain of corpses, his figure straight, his sword pointing toward the heavens, unbending. Countless enemies fell before him, none able to break through his stance, his blade, or even his will. + +Max felt it—not just saw it—but felt the overwhelming presence of that man’s sword. It didn’t deflect attacks. It didn’t dodge them. It simply cut through them, crushed them, denied them with absolute dominance. + +That sword concept... it rejected the very idea of defeat. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t beautiful, it wasn’t fancy—it was simply invincible. + +Max’s breathing turned ragged as realization dawned on him. "This sword," he whispered in awe, opening his eyes and looking down at the broken blade glowing faintly in response to his thoughts, "it contains the Concept of the Invincible Sword..." + +Just the name alone sent a tremor through his heart. It was a concept born not from technique, but from spirit—an unshakable belief that no sword could be stronger, no strike could surpass it. + +Max closed his eyes again, his breathing steady but shallow as he clutched the broken sword before him. + +The air was still, heavy with unseen tension. He didn’t try to force the concept or dive straight into the broken sword’s legacy—no, this wasn’t a technique to be devoured or copied. It was a legacy. Something he had to understand. Something he had to feel. + +His Severing Sword Concept had always been rooted in the idea of cutting through everything—matter, energy, space, and even fate itself. It was a force of destruction, of separation. + +But now, holding this broken sword that once belonged to a swordsman who believed his blade could not be broken, Max was forced to question everything about his own comprehension. + +"What does it mean to sever?" he murmured internally. "To cut? To slice?" + +His Severing Sword Concept had strength—but it lacked soul. + +Max slowly began to circulate his soul force and poured a thread of it into the broken sword. The blade trembled in his hands. + +Once again, that phantom image emerged in his mind—a lone swordsman standing atop the battlefield, his sword never yielding, never bending, never defeated. It didn’t slice through the world—it commanded it. + +And then Max understood something. + +The Concept of Invincible Sword wasn’t about having overwhelming power—it was about unwavering conviction. The sword refused to lose. It didn’t sever with force—it severed doubt, severed fear, severed hesitation. That was why it stood undefeated. + +Max inhaled deeply. He placed the broken sword down and picked up his own, then slowly rose to his feet. His eyes gleamed with clarity. + +In one motion, he drew his sword and swung it forward—not against an enemy, but through the very air before him. + +The air itself rippled, not with brute force, but with intent. The same intent he had witnessed in the vision. His Severing Sword Concept flared—not violently, but with unusual sharpness. It was as though the concept itself was evolving, understanding that to truly sever, one must first believe there’s nothing that cannot be cut. + +He slashed again, and again, and again. + +Each motion more refined. More focused. He visualized the phantom swordsman. Not to mimic him, but to absorb the essence behind his invincibility. + +He infused his strikes with that belief—’My sword will not be stopped.’ + +The sword glowed faintly. The runes on the floor beneath him began to stir. The atmosphere in the chamber shifted. It was subtle—but undeniable. + +Max didn’t stop. + +His blade moved in arcs that weren’t just attacks, but questions cast into the void. + +"What is a sword that cannot be broken?" + +He slashed low, the air parting like water. + +"What gives it the right to be invincible?" + +A thrust. A recoil. He pivoted and swept the sword behind him—again, again, and again. Each time, his footwork became quieter. His breathing shallower. The sword felt heavier—not in weight, but in meaning. + +And then he closed his eyes. + +Not to shut the world out, but to see better. He saw himself in countless battles—some past, some future, some never real. Foes stronger, faster, more brutal. He saw his blade clash with spears, fists, fire, and fury. + +And he always lost. + +Because his sword was powerful, but it doubted. + +"I swing to win... but deep inside, I still wonder if I can lose." + +He whispered that truth to himself, and his grip trembled slightly. + +He slashed again. But this time—not with force. Not with calculation. + +With resolve. + +’I do not doubt. My sword will land. My sword will decide.’ + +A hum echoed from the blade. + +The broken sword resting near him shivered in response. + +And then he came to stop altogether. + +Max’s breath slowed, body still as stone, sword steady in hand. All around him, the air had changed. Not just the temperature or the pressure—it was something deeper. + +The training chamber had become deathly quiet, as if the world itself was holding its breath. He stood in the center, runes glowing beneath his feet, his mind lost in a loop of slashes, each one sharper, cleaner, more certain than the last. + +He wasn’t swinging just to cut anymore. No. He was severing. With each stroke, he poured more of his soul into it, believing—no, knowing—that nothing could stand in the path of his blade. + +He remembered the phantom swordsman within the broken sword, the way every strike carried an air of invincibility, not because of brute force but because of unshakable intent. + +That’s what he absorbed, what he breathed in, what he became. As the glowing sword trembled in his grip, Max let go of hesitation and cut down with a single, precise stroke. + +The runes beneath him flared in blinding light. Something inside him clicked. The swirling pieces—the broken sword’s essence, the Invincible Sword’s legacy, his own belief—merged into one. + +And in that moment, Max understood. Not just the art of cutting. But the very concept of severing—the separation of all things. Be it flesh, thought, or himself. + +"I see." Max muttered quietly in understanding. + +Buzz! + +His Concept of Severing Sword surged upward, breaking through into level 2. A burst of invisible force exploded from his blade, splitting the chamber’s energy in half, as if reality itself had been cleaved. + +Max opened his eyes slowly, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, but his body calm—strangely calm. + +"This... is what it means to hold a sword without doubt and a sword that has the ability to sever anything." + +He looked at his own reflection in the blade. + +Then at the broken sword near him, once radiating storm-like chaos, now resting quietly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-66.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-66.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b021d5e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-66.md @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 66: Finding clues about sister" +slug: "ch-66" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 66 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1255 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Alice, show him to his quarters," Grandma Yu said before walking away. + +Max watched her leave and turned to Alice. "Is she mad at me for some reason?" + +"Hehe, she doesn’t like arrogant people," Alice chuckled. + +"Am I arrogant?" Max asked, but he suddenly shook his hands. "Forget it, I don’t want to know the answer." + +Alice smiled softly and said, "There’s another reason why she’s mad at you, but you’ll have to figure that out on your own." + +"Another reason?" Max wondered what he had done to offend the old woman. + +"Let’s go. I’ll show you where you’ll be living," Alice said, seeing him pondering. + +Read the latest on empire + +Max shrugged and followed her. + +--- + +A few minutes of taking turns, Alice led Max to the living quarters. + +Max’s eyes widened as he stared at his ’room.’ He had expected to be given a room, but what stood in front of him was a small house. + +Hundreds of similar houses could be seen in this area, making him believe he wasn’t given any special treatment, yet he could live here freely. + +"Is this really free?" Max asked again, confirming. He had a hard time believing something as big as this house would be free, even for members of the Phoenix Order guild. + +"It’s free, but..." Alice nodded as she looked at Max. "Not entirely. You have to either clear a dungeon three times a month with other members or be strong enough to rank in the top ten in the Battle Realm rankings." + +Max nodded in understanding. + +"Let’s exchange contacts," Alice said, tapping her holowatch. + +Max accepted her friend request and exchanged their contacts. + +"Alright, I’ll be going now," Alice said, looking at Max. "If you need anything, just ask me or the guards. They will help you." + +"I’ll make sure to contact you if anything arises," Max said, smiling, but then he recalled something and hurriedly said, "W-Wait, Alice!" + +"Huh? What happened?" Alice asked, turning around. + +Max’s expression turned solemn as he contemplated whether he should ask about his sister. From what he could tell, she seemed to have a very high position in this guild, making Max believe she must have some information about her sister. + +"What is it?" Alice asked, seeing the hesitation in Max’s face. + +Max took a deep breath and finally let it out. "Do you know anyone by the name of Freya?" + +"Freya?" A deep frown appeared on Alice’s face as she heard the name. "Why do you ask that?" + +Max’s eyes gleamed as he saw the change in her expression. "Ten years ago, my Aunt Freya joined the guild. I wanted to know if she’s still here or not." + +"Ten years ago?" Alice’s expression eased up. "I’ll see what I can do. If she is in this guild, I’ll contact you." + +Max nodded and looked at her strangely. "Why did you suddenly become so tense when I asked about Freya?" he asked, smiling. + +"Never mind that." Alice shook her hand, dismissing the topic before saying, "Alright, I’ll see you soon, I guess." She walked away, saying that. + +Max watched her back with a smile, but as she disappeared from his sight, his smile faded, replaced by a troubled expression. "Strange, her reaction to hearing ’Freya’ was very strange," he muttered, as he stood at the front door of his house. + +[Max Morgan, 4321, confirmed] + +The door opened, and Max entered his house. He scanned the entire house quickly before lying down on his bed. + +’Did big sis cause trouble in the guild?’ Max wondered. He couldn’t focus after what had just happened. He could only think of this reason as to why hearing her name would change Alice’s expression so much. + +’Oh, right.’ Max swiftly stood up and went to a neatly organized table. + +He waved his hand at the red dot at the top, and a semi-holographic screen appeared in front of him, with a similar holographic keyboard appearing on the table. + +’There should be some files about the guild’s members, right?’ Max thought as he browsed the guild’s server and found the members’ section. + +[Freya Voidwalker] he searched there, but the results were blank. + +He frowned at this and changed the name to [Freya Morgan], but again the result came up blank. + +Max’s frown deepened as he saw that. + +"Let me try something else," Max muttered and tried a different name: [Alice Fireborne]. + +Some information about her came up, but it had no photos or anything. It did, however, mention her strength level and which department she was in. + +"It seems with my authority, I can only check the strengths of others, and important topics and people are beyond my reach," Max muttered, feeling down as he leaned back in the chair. + +’It seems the only thing I can do now is ask some other members of the guild about her,’ he thought, pondering. "Alright. I’ll do that first thing in the morning." Max sat up, deciding what he would do next, and sat cross-legged on his bed. + +’Time to train,’ he mused, entering the Dimension of Time. + +--- + +The next day, Max opened his eyes. ’I’ve mastered the Magic Sword Bullets to level 40.’ + +After that, he went ahead and took a bath. + +’I should eat in Phoenix City as well,’ Max mused as he left his house. + +After reading the small book Alice had given him yesterday, Max learned that these rows of buildings belonged only to the department of the Arcane Order, and there were six other such departments besides the Arcane Order. + +This made Max marvel at how vast the Phoenix Order guild actually was—not just in sheer size and scale, but overall. + +All seven departments had different housing quarters, but they shared one city in common: Phoenix City. + +The book mentioned that one could find anything in Phoenix City, and members from all seven departments usually spent most of their time there if they weren’t busy with their missions. + +’So this is Phoenix City,’ Max mused as he took in the scene before him. + +Beneath a massive, shimmering dome lay a city that seemed to merge the old and the new in perfect harmony. Towering skyscrapers with sleek, modern designs stood side by side with traditional pagoda-style buildings adorned with intricate carvings. + +The sky above was alive with activity—majestic flying beasts glided gracefully alongside sleek, futuristic vehicles. + +On the ground, the streets bustled with life as hundreds of people moved in and out of the city through various checkpoints. + +’This dome should be made from runes,’ Max mused. He had read about these types of domes in the runes book he had studied. + +Seeing everyone headed into the city, Max followed. He noticed many things related to Phoenix, in particular, and from what he could tell, they revered the so-called phoenix bird in this city perhaps a bit too much. + +Looking around for a restaurant, Max found one named "Sun’s Delight." He definitely didn’t laugh at the name and went inside for a meal. + +After ordering his food, he waited at a table for four chairs. He sat alone there. + +Looking around, he noticed many people—from the young to the old—were busy eating, talking, and laughing. ’This is a good place to ask someone about big sis, but I have to be subtle,’ Max thought, coming up with a plan as he observed everyone in the group. + +He then noticed a group of four young men around his age, eating and laughing. + +’They are the perfect target,’ he decided. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-660.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-660.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab83eb9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-660.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 654: Sky Shattering Invincible Sword" +slug: "ch-660" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 660 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1194 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Concept of Invincible Sword is a very strong sword concept," Max muttered to himself, his expression gradually turning solemn, his brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the now-silent broken sword resting on his knees. + +The weight of what he had just experienced still lingered in his chest like an echo. He had seen and felt the overwhelming presence of that phantom swordsman, whose sword art wasn’t simply flawless—it was absolute. Undefeatable. Unshakable. + +That concept didn’t try to cut through obstacles—it simply ignored them. It was the belief, the certainty, that the sword would never lose. And to think—such a concept had been buried inside this broken sword all along. + +Max’s thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the Tomb of the Sword Saint. He had chosen the Concept of Severing Sword there, drawn by its clean, absolute nature—the idea that nothing could resist a sword meant to severe all things. + +But now, faced with the Concept of Invincible Sword, he realized how difficult the choice might have been if both had stood before him back then. + +One sword aimed to cleave everything in existence. The other aimed to never be defeated, never yield. One pursued pure destructive sharpness, the other carried unwavering dominance. + +Max didn’t know what he would’ve chosen—but right now, he had no regrets. His Concept of Severing Sword had reached a new height because of what he learned from Invincibility. + +And still, he could feel a strange yearning from within his soul, as if something inside him wanted to grasp both—to sever all things and never be stopped. + +A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe one day.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +"Now let’s see the legacy behind the broken sword," Max muttered, his eyes narrowing with anticipation. + +He slowly lifted the blade, his fingers tightening around its hilt as he infused it with his newly comprehended level 2 Severing Sword Concept. The moment his intent flowed into the sword, a subtle hum echoed from within, and then—crack!—something invisible broke. + +It wasn’t the sword, but the final fragment of the seal left on it. A deep pulse reverberated through the chamber like the heartbeat of a long-dead warrior awakening once more. + +In the next instant, the broken sword began to tremble violently in Max’s grasp. It wasn’t just shaking—it was thrumming with a presence, raw and powerful, a sword aura so fierce that even Max had to activate his draconic essence just to hold it steady. + +Sparks danced along its edge, the broken tip hissing with phantom energy, as if the very air around the sword couldn’t bear its existence. Then, a flood of sword intent surged outward, sweeping through the chamber like a wave of sharp wind. + +The runes carved deep into the floor lit up with radiant light, and before Max, a figure began to form—a silhouette carved of sword aura, tall and straight, holding a long sword that shimmered like the sky tearing itself apart. + +The figure raised its weapon in salute, and a voice—calm, regal, yet brimming with invincible pride—echoed in the room. "If you are reading this, then you have awakened the final legacy I left behind. I am the one who walked the path of undefeated sharpness, who carved open the heavens and shattered the firmament with a single sword. My legacy... is the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art." + +Max’s heart pounded. The pressure in the room surged as countless sword marks scarred the air. + +And in the very next moment, Max’s mind was flooded with a stream of divine information—like a gate had burst open inside his consciousness. It was not words or language, but pure, unfiltered sword intent that carved itself into the depths of his soul. + +His body stiffened slightly as the knowledge etched itself into his being, and slowly, the structure of the legacy revealed itself before his inner eyes. + +Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. + +There were four sword moves—each one more domineering, more absolute, more heaven-shattering than the one before. + +The first was Unyielding Sword Will, a foundational strike that embodied the essence of never backing down, no matter how strong the opponent. It wasn’t just a move—it was a declaration of one’s will to cut forward regardless of the heavens’ wrath. + +But what startled Max was the requirement: one needed to have at least a 2nd level Sword Concept to even comprehend and use it properly. + +Then came the second move—Heaven Defying Slash. The name alone caused Max’s heart to beat faster. This technique, far beyond the first, was a direct challenge to the natural order. + +It required 3rd level Sword Concept, and the image in Max’s mind showed a single slash tearing through mountains and skies alike, splitting celestial clouds with ease. Just imagining its form sent a chill down his spine. + +The third technique was Invincible Sword Domain—not merely a strike, but a world in itself. A domain that, once unleashed, would suppress every other domain and aura within its bounds. In that realm, the user’s sword was absolute. It needed 4th level Sword Concept to even begin forming its edge. + +And finally, the last move... Max’s breath caught. + +One Sword – All Conquered. + +A single move that stood atop the pinnacle. No tricks. No flourishes. No unnecessary power-ups. Just one swing—and the world would kneel. It required the fabled 5th level Sword Concept—a realm Max had never even heard anyone reach. A realm spoken of in legends and half-believed myths. But here it was, in front of him, contained within a broken sword and bound by legacy. + +He opened his eyes, heart thundering with awe. If even the first move demanded a level 2 concept, then this was no ordinary sword art. + +This was the inheritance of a true Sword Immortal—a being who once looked down on the world and challenged all creation with nothing but a blade in hand. + +"This sword art is too strong!" Max muttered, his voice trembling with excitement as he stared at the glowing broken sword in his hands. The sheer might and potential contained in the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art was beyond anything he had ever come across. + +Each technique demanded an absurd level of sword comprehension, each one carrying the weight of absolute dominance. + +But as excited as he was, Max also knew the brutal truth—he couldn’t use it. Not in its original form. The entire art was forged from the Concept of Invincible Sword, a concept so rare and profound that just attempting to comprehend it would take decades for most, and Max already had his hands full. + +He was deep into three other concepts—Space, Lightning, and Flames—and each of them was already pushing the limits of his comprehension speed, even with all his cheats and advantages. Trying to pick up another, especially something as difficult as the Invincible Sword, would only slow his progress in everything else. + +Besides, Max simply didn’t want to follow the path of invincible sword. He had already invested too much into the way of severing sword and he believed sticking to one sword path would give him much more benefits than trying to dabble in two of them. + +But there was another way. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-661.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-661.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..714e0b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-661.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 655: Myriad Conceptual Cave" +slug: "ch-661" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 661 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1207 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, glinting with determination as an idea began to form in his mind. "If I can’t walk the path of the Invincible Sword..." he whispered, fingers tightening around the sword’s hilt, "...then I’ll make the Invincible Sword walk my path." + +His sword concept was different. It wasn’t about being unbeatable. It wasn’t about supremacy or standing above others. + +The Concept of Severing Sword was brutal, sharp, and absolute in its own right. It cut through everything—past, present, future—severing all that stood in its path. It had its own kind of invincibility. Not by being undefeated... but by cutting down whatever opposed it. + +If the original art was made to crush enemies with unmatched might, then he would twist that intention. He would reconstruct the techniques—not replace them entirely, but slowly alter their core structure to align with his Severing Sword Concept. + +It would be hard. Extremely hard. It was like carving an ancient monument anew without letting it crumble. But Max believed it was possible. With the perfect soul, comprehension talent, and Dimension of Time, he would take the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art and remake it into something else. + +A blade that severed the sky. A slash that defied fate. A domain that cut down all truths. And a final move that severed everything. + +Max smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on the broken sword that now hummed faintly with the echoes of the legacy sealed within it. "The Citadel was truly a great place to earn fortune," he muttered to himself, unable to deny the sheer value of what he had gained there. + +Three powerful techniques—each enough to cause storms across the continent if word got out. The legendary Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art, the weight-defying Star Flame Art, and the soul-bending Soul Sword Art—any one of these would’ve been a lifetime’s treasure for most experts. But now they were all his. He couldn’t ask for anything more. + +He glanced at the sky beyond the window and took a deep breath. "There are still three days left before the assessment starts," he said, calculating the time calmly. "I’ll use that time to train in controlling the flying sword from the Soul Sword Art and refine my thoughts on how to reshape the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art to suit my Severing Sword path." + +He knew he couldn’t rush either. The Soul Sword Art demanded perfect balance between soul power and control—one slip and his own blade could cut through him. + +As for the Invincible Sword legacy, it was like touching the heavens with mortal hands. He had to tread slowly and carve a new path that didn’t shatter the foundation of the art but transformed it into something uniquely his. + +With those thoughts, Max sat cross-legged in the center of his training chamber, his breath steady, his presence calm. Then, with just a silent thought, his consciousness entered the Dimension of Time. + +In that world where time bent to his will, his training began. Sword light flashed. Soul power surged. Ideas flickered in and out like distant stars being molded into form. Days passed like seconds, and seconds stretched into hours as he focused solely on mastery. + +And just like that, the three days vanished like mist in sunlight. When Max finally opened his eyes, the air around him was different—tighter, charged with anticipation. + +It was time. The day of the recruitment assessment of the Great Ruler Empire had arrived. + +*** + +At the heart of Whisker City, the grand arena stood like a colossus carved into the heavens—its towering arches gleaming beneath the morning sun, its vast stands filled with waves of excited spectators, their voices buzzing like thunderclouds ready to burst. + +The city had never felt so alive. Every street within a five-kilometer radius around the arena was packed. Eateries were overflowing, merchants shouted offers from every corner, and experts from all across the Middle Domain gathered with one intent: to witness the recruitment assessment of the Great Ruler Empire. Giant screens, dozens of them, hovered above plazas and buildings, broadcasting the event for those who couldn’t get a seat inside. + +Their glow bathed the surroundings with flickering light, and people stood still in the streets, their eyes glued to the screen, faces taut with anticipation. + +Inside the arena, 443 geniuses stood tall in formation, their presence alone enough to distort the air around them. Some radiated sword intent, others elemental force, some were stoic, some trembling—but all had the same ambition burning in their eyes. + +Only fifty of them would make it through. The top 50 would officially become members of the Great Ruler Empire. That number had been expanded from 30 to 50 this time, but the competition had only become fiercer. Out of the 443, many were the finest from various guilds, clans, academies, and forces across the Middle Domain. + +The top 10 would receive special privileges, including resources, private tutors, and the right to train with elite imperial commanders. But it was the top three that made hearts pound across the city. + +They would be granted entry to the Empire Library—one of the greatest legacies of the Great Ruler Empire—and could choose any one technique, skill, or treasure. No restrictions. No second chances. And that alone could change someone’s destiny. + +But the real jewel lay with the winner. + +The one who ranked first would be granted something legendary. A chance—just one—to enter the Myriad Conceptual Cave. A mysterious place said to contain echoes of the laws themselves, where comprehension flowed like rivers and the bottlenecks of cultivation shattered beneath inspiration. + +A single visit could allow a genius to grasp a new concept, reach an entirely new level, or find their personal path to breakthrough. + +Three days ago, this reward announcement had sent shockwaves across the Middle Domain. What was once a regional empire recruitment had transformed into the greatest assessment in recent memory. The crowd, the participants, the tension—it was unlike anything that had come before. + +But what truly stirred the blood of the most ambitious geniuses wasn’t the promise of prestige, wealth, or even the chance to select treasures from the Empire Library—it was the unparalleled opportunity at the very top: entry into the legendary Myriad Conceptual Cave. + +Among all the rewards, this was the one that made hearts race and eyes burn with obsession. Everyone across the Middle Domain had heard of it. Tales of this mysterious cave had been passed down through generations—etched into the oral traditions of guilds, carved into clan records, and whispered like sacred chants among those who pursued the path of concepts. + +It was said that deep within the Myriad Conceptual Cave lay stones from the Primal Chaos Era—remnants of the universe’s earliest breath, where all laws, concepts, and truths of the world had once converged in purest form. + +These primal stones resonated with every concept imaginable—fire, wind, sword, time, lightning, gravity, and countless more—and would guide anyone with potential in their comprehension journey. + +For this reason alone, the Myriad Conceptual Cave was believed to be the very foundation of the Great Ruler Empire’s rise to power. It was the core legacy that helped transform them from a fledgling force to the undisputed number one first-class power in the Middle Domain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-662.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-662.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7b1d6b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-662.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 656: Start of the Assessment" +slug: "ch-662" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 662 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1415 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +In truth, almost all top-tier forces in the Middle Domain had such sacred places—mysterious domains that allowed their disciples to touch the edge of deeper truths and ascend further on the path of cultivation. + +But even among them, the Myriad Conceptual Cave was viewed as one of the best. Perhaps even the best. + +That was why this recruitment assessment attracted such overwhelming attention. For the chance to enter that cave—even if it was just a sliver of a chance—countless geniuses came forward, even knowing that only one among them would claim that reward. + +Yet no one backed down. After all, what genius didn’t think they could be number one? Some harbored secret hopes. Others, sheer belief. And even for those who weren’t aiming for the top prize, there was still immense benefit in participating. + +The assessment granted a rare opportunity: the top 50 would become official members of the Great Ruler Empire. Just entering the empire was considered a leap in status, resources, and future potential. And with the criteria expanded this year, even more young talents saw this as the opening they had long dreamed of. + +One should know—access to the Myriad Conceptual Cave wasn’t something just anyone could dream of. Even within the Great Ruler Empire itself, only the most elite—those recognized as 3-star geniuses—were permitted to step foot into that sacred place. + +These were individuals who had already proven themselves on countless battlefields, in endless trials, and through the mastery of profound concepts. And yet, here was a rare exception: the winner of the recruitment assessment, someone who hadn’t even officially become a member of the empire yet, would be granted the right to enter the Myriad Conceptual Cave. + +Just by becoming number one—by standing above 442 other geniuses in this grand competition—a newcomer could step into the very grounds walked by the empire’s most treasured talents. + +That one fact alone sent shockwaves through the Middle Domain. + +Why wouldn’t every proud, confident genius rush to take part? + +This wasn’t just about joining a great force. It was about potentially skipping countless steps on their path. The kind of breakthrough one might achieve in the cave could push their concept mastery by an entire level—or perhaps awaken a dormant law altogether. + +For a genius, that could mean the difference between mediocrity and legend. And so, from every corner of the Middle Domain—sects hidden in the mountains, clans guarding ancient bloodlines, academies grooming the next prodigies—they came. Each one determined to test their fate, gamble their strength, and grasp that slim but shining chance to step into the realm of legends. + +After all... opportunities like this came once in a lifetime. + +There was no downside. No penalty for failure. Only rewards for success. + +So why wouldn’t every proud genius across the Middle Domain come to stake their claim? + +And now, as the arena brimmed with momentum and tension, the reward that sat at the peak—entry into the Myriad Conceptual Cave—was the prize that sharpened every sword, ignited every bloodline, and pushed every contender beyond their limits. + +Max had also heard about the generous rewards promised for the top ranks of the recruitment assessment, but he didn’t let it get to his head. While others might be brimming with ambition and dreams of standing at the top, Max remained calm and indifferent. + +At this moment, he stood with four other young cultivators, each one radiating an aura of talent and strength. They were the seed participants—handpicked individuals granted the privilege to skip the initial elimination rounds and participate directly in the final stage of the assessment. + +Compared to the hundreds who had to fight tooth and nail from the very beginning, their path was smoother, but that also meant expectations upon them were higher. + +Lyra stood a few steps ahead of them, regal as ever in her bearing. Her long violet hair flowed gently in the breeze, and her expression held the usual calm authority she was known for. + +Beside her were five elders of the Great Ruler Empire, each one a powerful presence in their own right. The one with the sharp moustache, known as Elder Kian, took a step forward, his brows furrowed in mild determination. + +"I should go and begin the assessment," Elder Kian said, his voice steady. + +Lyra nodded with a small smile on her lips, her gaze sweeping across the vast arena below. "Hmm... this time, a total of 443 geniuses have taken part. That’s nearly double compared to the last few times." Her tone held a trace of satisfaction. "This is good. It seems increasing the rewards this time was a good thing." + +She then turned her eyes to Elder Kian again and spoke in a serious tone, "Please ensure that no geniuses suffer any casualties. Injuries are expected. Death is not." + +Elder Kian gave a firm nod. "I understand." With those words, he lightly tapped his foot and soared into the air before landing at the very center of the arena atop a tall platform meant for the assessment judge. + +A hush fell over the massive coliseum, filled with thousands of spectators both within and outside watching through massive floating screens. Elder Kian’s voice rang out with clarity, amplified through the array formations woven into the arena. + +"Everyone," he began, sweeping his gaze across the young faces in the arena. "I will be hosting the assessment this time." + +His eyes grew stern. "Let me make the rules clear for the first five rounds of the assessment. They are simple—brutally so. If you are defeated, you are eliminated. There will be no second chances. No exceptions. If you win, you advance to the next round." + +The gathered participants—some calm and composed, others radiating fiery resolve—nodded in understanding, gripping their weapons or adjusting their robes in silent anticipation. The battle for the top fifty—and the coveted number one spot—was about to begin. + +"Jay Rider and Gillian Morey," Elder Kian’s voice rang across the grand arena like a judge delivering fate. + +At once, two young men stepped out from opposite sides of the waiting area and descended into the battle platform at the center of the coliseum. The crowd stirred with whispers and murmurs—both names were known among circles of Middle Domain geniuses. + +Jay Rider was said to have mastered the first level of the Flame Concept while Gillian Morey was reputed for his Wind Concept mastery. Each carried a reputation sharp enough to leave an impression, but now was the moment to see who truly had the edge. + +Jay gripped the hilt of his broadsword, its body lined with crimson runes that pulsed faintly as if alive with fire. His black cloak fluttered behind him as his aura burst forth—warm and oppressive like the breath of a volcano. + +Across from him, Gillian unsheathed two sleek, silver short swords, each curved slightly like the wings of a falcon. His energy danced around him, airy and light, causing strands of his long blue hair to whip around his sharp eyes. The tension between the two was electric. + +The moment Elder Kian waved his hand, signaling the start of the battle, the two clashed like lightning and thunder. + +Gillian vanished first, using the swiftness of the Wind Concept to circle around Jay in a blur. Jay didn’t panic—he swung his broadsword in wide, arcing slashes that left trails of fire behind. Each time Gillian’s blade came close to his body, the wave of heat would push him back just slightly, denying him a clean strike. + +Gillian moved like a storm, his wind-based footwork keeping him elusive, while Jay stood like an unshakable fortress, responding to every movement with a powerful counter. + +Metal clanged and sparks flew as blade met blade. Gillian darted in, slashing horizontally, then ducked low with a twisting sweep of both swords, but Jay blocked with his flaming broadsword, the impact sending flames in all directions. + +Jay retaliated with a downward strike laced in flame, scorching the platform and forcing Gillian to leap back. But Gillian spun mid-air, gathering wind beneath his feet to launch back in even faster. Their battle raged across the platform, leaving scorched and slashed marks wherever they went. + +Their Concepts clashed directly—Jay’s fire would burn away Gillian’s wind strikes, but Gillian’s agility and unpredictability allowed him to avoid the full force of Jay’s power. + +For a while, the battle seemed even. Gillian’s dual swords slashed in seamless rhythm, cutting through flames with skillful precision, but Jay’s relentless strength kept forcing him into a reactive stance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-663.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-663.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d01dd78 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-663.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 657: End of the fifth round" +slug: "ch-663" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 663 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1269 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +However, it was clear after a few more exchanges that Jay had the edge. His flames were gradually burning hotter, fiercer—his control of the Flame Concept deepening as he fought. + +Each swing of his sword grew more precise, more forceful, while Gillian’s movements began to slow, ever so slightly, weighed down by exhaustion. Then came the turning point. + +As Gillian charged in with both blades ready to slice diagonally across Jay’s sides, Jay suddenly stomped down, unleashing a circular burst of flame that sent Gillian off balance. In that instant, Jay surged forward, roaring, and brought his broadsword down with a flaming arc. + +Boom! + +Gillian crossed both his swords to block, but the overwhelming force sent him crashing to the ground, his weapons flying from his hands. Dust clouded the stage as silence overtook the arena. When it cleared, Jay stood panting, flames still licking the edges of his sword, while Gillian lay sprawled, unable to rise. + +"Victory—Jay Rider!" Elder Kian declared. + +The crowd erupted into cheers and murmurs of awe. It had been a fierce battle between two skilled concept wielders, but Jay’s mastery, raw power, and steady focus had ultimately given him the upper hand. + +Just like that, many such battles continued to unfold one after another in the grand arena, each clash painting its own tale of talent, will, and ambition. The platform that once stood pristine now bore the scars of fierce determination—cracked tiles, burn marks, torn fragments of weapons, and traces of elemental forces that lingered in the air. + +One by one, geniuses stepped forward when their names were called, each holding hopes of ascending the ranks and securing their place within the Great Ruler Empire. Blades met claws, flames danced against ice, lightning crackled through illusions, and the ground itself was shaken by brute force. Every battle was different. + +Some were brief, over within seconds as overwhelming strength silenced the opposition. Others were hard-fought and evenly matched, dragging on until one combatant’s energy or focus slipped. + +The crowd watched in rapt attention, their roars rising and falling like waves as they witnessed the spectacle of genius-level combat. + +Elders observed from above with calm expressions, gauging potential, measuring composure, and noting down the names that stood out. + +Meanwhile, Lyra occasionally nodded to herself, her sharp eyes following the battles with keen interest, occasionally murmuring something to the elder beside her. + +With every passing round, the tension grew heavier. The weak were weeded out, the strong emerged, and from the sea of 443 hopefuls, fewer and fewer remained—each one proving their worth with sweat, strategy, and steel. + +Max stood quietly, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the battles below—but there was no spark of interest in his eyes. The fights were average at best to him, useful only for passing time. + +What truly intrigued him were the four others standing beside him—those who, like him, held the coveted seed participant spots. Their strength, their personalities, their intentions—he wanted to understand them before the real clash began. But that quiet curiosity was soon interrupted by a scoffing voice. + +"I wonder what he had to pay to get the seed participant spot," sneered a dark bluish-haired young man, Nile Rotan, one of the four seed participants beside Max, his tone full of contempt as he cast a sideways glance at Max. + +"I heard he was chosen by Second Princess Lyra," added another voice—softer, more calculating. It came from Francis Kaner, a slender young man with rimmed glasses, who looked more suited for a library than a battlefield. Another seed participant. + +Ben Wier, the last of the talkative trio also a seed participant, smirked and joined in, "I bet he used every last resource his family had. That or maybe he just begged her on his knees." He let out a mocking laugh, clearly enjoying the act of tearing someone down before the battle even began. + +Nile and Ben laughed together, their voices rising shamelessly in the presence of others, clearly not caring whether Max heard or not. In fact, they wanted him to hear it. After all, in their eyes, he was just some weakling at the 8th level of the Expert Rank—a level far beneath what a seeded genius should possess. + +Their mockery wasn’t just ridicule; it was resentment, disbelief, and rejection wrapped in sarcasm. To them, someone like Max didn’t deserve to stand where they stood. + +Francis Kaner, however, only sighed. He looked at Max and then at the two chuckling fools beside him. Though he said nothing, the hesitation in his eyes revealed his inner thoughts. He didn’t want to antagonize Ben and Nile—he wasn’t that brave—but neither did he think underestimating someone chosen by Lyra Shade was particularly wise. + +The fourth seed participant, however, remained completely indifferent to it all. A silent girl with long black hair streaked with icy white-blue stood at the far end, her head slightly lowered, eyes closed as if meditating—or perhaps just bored. + +She hadn’t spoken a word since they gathered. The air around her was sharp, cold, and quietly commanding. It was clear she had no interest in the petty bickering of the boys beside her. + +Max stood quietly at the edge of the elevated platform where the seed participants waited. His arms were folded, his gaze distant, only half-watching the battles unfolding in the arena below. But the loud laughter and mocking voices beside him kept pulling his focus away. + +"Some bugs are murmuring around me," Max said calmly, his voice not loud but sharp enough to cut through the air like a blade. "I can’t seem to concentrate on the battles because of them." He sighed lightly at the end, as though genuinely troubled by the background noise. + +Ben Wier and Nile Rotan froze, their smirks fading for a split second before rage colored their expressions. They knew exactly who he meant. Max wasn’t hiding it—he’d just called them bugs. + +"Humph, I’ll see you in the arena later," Ben spat through clenched teeth, glaring at Max. + +"Ben, I don’t think he’ll make it that far," Nile sneered with a dismissive wave of his hand. "He’ll be crushed by the first actual genius he faces. You won’t even get the chance." + +"You’re right," Ben said with a scoff, laughing again with false confidence. + +Max didn’t even look at them. "These bugs just can’t stay silent, can they?" he muttered in pity, shaking his head slowly as if disappointed in their inability to restrain their egos. + +Both Ben and Nile gritted their teeth in fury. For all their posturing, they hadn’t expected Max to bite back, let alone humiliate them so bluntly. But they couldn’t act now. Not in front of the elders. Not with Lyra Shade and so many others watching. The arena would be their answer. They would make sure of it. + +As their quiet tension lingered, the assessment continued below without pause. One battle after another passed like stormwinds. Weapons clashed, blood was spilled, pride was shattered. Talents rose and fell with each brutal exchange. + +And finally, after the fifth round concluded, only fifteen young geniuses remained standing from the original four hundred and forty-three. + +The arena had quieted slightly, the audience on edge, sensing that the next phase—the one where seed participants would finally take part—was about to begin. The air grew thicker with anticipation, and the warriors who remained knew the real trial was just beginning. + +But on that platform above, Max stood with a faint smile, calm as ever. If anything, he looked amused. + +Ben and Nile, however, looked like beasts pacing in their cages—impatient, burning with the desire to strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-664.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-664.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b37a5f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-664.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 658: Thunder Beast Roc" +slug: "ch-664" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 664 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1290 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Elder Kian stood tall at the center of the grand arena, his sharp eyes sweeping across the thousands of spectators and the exhausted but hopeful participants below. + +His voice, calm yet authoritative, rang out clearly through the arena’s amplification formation. "These are the fifteen participants who have made it into the final round," he declared, raising a scroll and unrolling it slowly as silence fell upon the arena. All eyes locked onto him with burning anticipation. + +He began to read aloud, each name echoing like a drumbeat. "Jay Rider. Steph Carry. Lena Ashcroft. Rian Velor. Dregan Yue. Sorin Talon. Iris Lorn. Viktor Grae. Niko Elsen. Mira Quin. Haden Tor. Cassel Brine. Veron Shard. Quinlan Drex. Felice Yorn." + +As the names fell from his lips one after another, cheers erupted from the stands—some loud, some small, as families, friends, and guild members heard the names of their chosen ones being called. + +Each of the fifteen geniuses stood tall, bearing the bruises, blood, and sweat of five consecutive battles but still wearing the pride of having overcome nearly four hundred others. Their eyes gleamed with fierce determination, their hearts burning with desire for the final reward. + +These fifteen now stood on the threshold of glory, where the true clash for the Great Ruler Empire’s favor—and the legendary Myriad Conceptual Cave—would begin. + +"Now, the last round will be conducted." Elder Kian said before turning towards the area where the seed participants of the assessment were standing. "All the seed participants, gather with final round participants." + +The entire arena seemed to freeze. + +Just as Elder Kian finished his words, announcing the final round and summoning the seed participants to join the fifteen finalists, a wave of excitement and awe swept through the crowd. + +All eyes were drawn to the five figures walking with calm steps—each one cloaked in the aura of superiority. But one of them stood out in the eyes of many. His strength was only at the 8th level of Expert Rank and people were surprised to see him among the seed participants. But nobody said anything. + +No one voiced a word of protest. No one frowned in dissatisfaction. The people had seen this tradition before—how the Great Ruler Empire always selected certain "chosen ones" to directly enter the final round. It was the way of the empire. + +A value to its status and power. Even the fifteen who had fought their way through five grueling battles simply nodded in acknowledgment. They may not like it, but they accepted it. After all, to be favored by the empire was the highest form of honor. + +And then—an earthquake, not of stone, but of sound. + +"Hahahaha, Lyra, is this the so-called group of geniuses you’re accepting into the Great Ruler Empire? Pathetic!" + +The voice was sharp, mocking, and laced with such brazen arrogance that for a moment, the air itself felt like it had been pierced. The laughter echoed, cold and biting, and then silence reigned. + +A chilling silence. + +Thousands of spectators blinked, stunned. Some mouths hung open, frozen mid-cheer. Others turned their heads, looking around in disbelief, wondering if they had heard wrong. But they hadn’t. That voice was real. And it had just insulted the Great Ruler Empire—openly, shamelessly. + +More than just a gasp, it was a collective shudder that ran through the crowd. Faces paled. Some couldn’t even bring themselves to breathe. + +Mocking the Great Ruler Empire was not just arrogant—it was unthinkable. To mock them on their own stage, during their own grand assessment, and before the face of none other than the Second Princess herself? + +That was suicide. + +No one dared to speak. The shock was too great. Just the name of the Great Ruler Empire could shake the Middle Domain. Entire first-class forces bowed before them. Just being noticed by the Empire was an honor so many longed for, generations even dedicated their lives toward earning a sliver of recognition. To insult them? + +There were people who would rather die than commit such sacrilege. + +Princess Lyra’s expression froze. Not with surprise—but with icy calm. A silence surrounded her like a storm just before the lightning strike. The elders beside her narrowed their eyes, their auras rippling with restrained killing intent. + +Elder Kian turned his head slowly, his sharp moustache fluttering slightly as if even the air around him had gone tense. + +Even Max’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting toward the direction of the voice. + +Everyone waited for what would come next—for no one dared to believe that this transgression would go unpunished. Not here. Not in the Empire’s arena. + +Just then, all heads turned skyward. + +A strange shadow blotted out a portion of the bright sky, vast and fast-moving, gliding across the clouds like a phantom. People squinted upward. + +What they initially thought was a passing cloud soon began to descend rapidly toward the grand arena, revealing a massive creature soaring through the air with unimaginable grace and speed. + +The closer it came, the clearer its shape became—until gasps broke out in waves across the arena. + +Even Max, who rarely showed much emotion, widened his eyes in disbelief. + +High above them, a colossal beast loomed. Its wings stretched wide like the sky itself had grown feathers. It descended with a thunderous force, wind howling like a storm as its figure became fully visible. + +And then it landed, right atop the grand arena’s domed roof—its talons digging deep into the stone, cracking it like dried earth under a storm. + +It was a roc. + +No ordinary bird. No common flying beast. + +A Thunder Beast Roc—a legendary creature known only in myth. Its body shimmered in pure blue, glowing like polished crystal, while its massive wings—tinted a rich, deep purple—flared outward majestically. + +Lightning danced wildly around those wings, arcs of blue and violet crackling in the air like nature’s fury restrained. + +The very presence of the beast warped the space around it. The ground rumbled. The sky flickered. Its roar hadn’t even sounded, and yet its aura pressed down on the people like a mountain dropped from the heavens. + +Everyone froze. + +All the participants in the arena, no matter their cultivation, felt their knees weaken. Spectators gripped the edges of their seats or one another for balance. Some fell, trembling. This was no simple flying mount—this was a beast of myth. + +The kind spoken of in ancient scrolls, associated with emperors and primeval wars. Even the air seemed to submit to its will. + +Max stared at it with a dazed expression. "A roc... that’s really a roc..." + +He had read about such beings. He had imagined them in ancient ruins or in sealed bloodline memories. But to see one—here, alive, right in front of him—was a different matter entirely. + +The only time he had ever felt such pressure from a creature was when he faced the true dragon in the Nine Dragon Paintings. But the pressure was immediately swept away by his own Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. + +"Which force could command a roc?" Max muttered before instantly recalling a name of the top force he had read about it in the diary given by Old Saintess. + +Only that force could command a Thunder Beast Roc. + +A real roc. Not an illusion. Not a statue. Not a projection. A living, breathing legend that shimmered with primal lightning. + +Terror. + +Awe. + +Excitement. + +All emotions swirled together in the hearts of those gathered. No one dared to speak anymore. No one laughed. The mockery from earlier had turned into something else entirely. + +Because they all understood the one who came knocking the doors of the Great Ruler Empire was none other than the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +Only the Thunder Monarch Hall, one of the seven top 1st class forces could employ such a monstrous beast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-665.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-665.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f30164 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-665.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 659: Thunder Monarch Hall" +slug: "ch-665" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 665 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1364 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +There were seven top first-class forces in the entire Middle Domain, standing just beneath the Four God Nations in status and strength. These seven forces weren’t ordinary guild or loose alliances of power—they were ancient, sprawling dominions of might and influence that had survived countless upheavals. + +They each commanded terrifying authority, and through geniuses, alliances, trade, or outright suppression, they ruled over the thousands of major and minor regions scattered across the Middle Domain. + +Together, these seven top forces controlled nearly half of all thousand major regions, and their names alone could shake any great power. + +One of them was the Thunder Monarch Hall, a force known not only for its unmatched mastery over lightning-based powers but also for the ferocity and pride of its members. + +And now, that monstrous beast—the Thunder Beast Roc—had descended before them. A beast of this level wasn’t something just anyone could tame. It was the symbol of the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +Everyone who saw the beast understood instantly. It wasn’t just a single person arriving—it was the presence of one of the seven overlords of the Middle Domain making itself known. + +The very air seemed to thrum with electricity as whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. Even the elders of the Great Ruler Empire narrowed their eyes. + +The appearance of the Thunder Beast Roc made one thing clear—someone from the Thunder Monarch Hall had come. And they hadn’t come quietly. Not in peace. + +"Kason, has your Thunder Monarch Hall grown so arrogant that you now dare to interfere in the recruitment assessment of our Great Ruler Empire?" Elder Loyd’s voice thundered across the arena as his figure soared into the sky with a surge of majestic energy. + +He was the senior-most among the five elders accompanying Princess Lyra and was known for his strictness and unwavering pride in the empire. His hair was streaked with silver, but his eyes still burned with sharpness and fire. His sudden appearance in the sky caused a hush to fall over the entire crowd. + +All eyes turned skyward where the majestic Thunder Beast Roc loomed, its wings crackling with arcs of lightning as it hovered. Atop the beast were several figures—three elders radiating powerful auras and a group of young geniuses standing tall and proud. + +Among them, one figure stood out. He had wild, spiky black hair and a face frozen in a mocking sneer. His arms were crossed arrogantly, and his presence alone seemed heavier than the rest of the geniuses combined. + +That youth was Travis Wonker, one of the most infamous 3-star geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall, known across the Middle Domain for his ruthless methods and unmatched battle prowess among his peers. + +It was Travis who had first spoken, mocking the Great Ruler Empire and spitting on its prestige the moment they arrived. + +And now, Elder Kason, one of the high-ranking elders of Thunder Monarch Hall, answered Elder Loyd with a cold smirk tugging at his lips. "We’ve simply come to observe," Kason said with a sneer of his own, "to see the level of so-called geniuses being recruited this year by the Great Ruler Empire. Didn’t think you’d be recruiting trash again." + +The words struck like a whip through the arena, drawing gasps and stunned silence. + +But Elder Loyd’s reply came without hesitation. His voice was biting, his aura flaring like a burning sun. "They’re better than whatever pieces of trash your force recruits," he shot back, refusing to back down. + +He had seen the ten youths atop the roc—they were indeed exceptional, their aura and presence spoke volumes of their potential. + +Just then, Travis curled his lips into a sneer as his eyes fell upon Princess Lyra, his voice thick with disdain. "Lyra, had I known you were recruiting trashes again, I wouldn’t have wasted my time coming here to witness such shame."𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +He shook his head slowly, his expression one of exaggerated pity, as though he truly regretted descending upon the Grand Arena. "I had merely hoped to see how our newly recruited geniuses this year matched up against yours—perhaps a friendly bout or two for the sake of comparison—but alas..." His words hung in the air like poison, inciting murmurs and glances from the spectators below. + +But Lyra was already moving. Her figure rose gracefully into the sky, her long silver-blue robes fluttering gently as she came to stand beside Elder Loyd, her presence as calm and icy as ever. + +Her gaze met Travis’ with a cold glint. "Sorry to disappoint you," she said in a voice laced with unshakable pride. "But our geniuses are strong enough that they don’t need to prove anything to the likes of you. You’ve had your fun. Now you can scram." + +That should have been the end of it—but Travis’ smile only widened, the mockery in his tone sharper now, almost taunting. "Oh? Are the so-called geniuses recruited by the Great Ruler Empire this year so weak," he emphasized, voice raised slightly as he turned to the crowd, "that you’re afraid of even a friendly battle?" + +He chuckled, shaking his head again. "What a shame. What happened to the glorious empire that once stood above the rest of us in pride? Has fear finally found its way into your bones?" His words dripped like acid, stoking the tension in the air. The crowd was silent, held in the grip of anticipation. Some clenched their fists in anger, others watched in uneasy awe. + +This was no longer just a recruitment assessment—this was a clash between giants. + +It was clear to everyone with eyes and a brain that the so-called "friendly battle" was nothing more than a veiled attempt by the Thunder Monarch Hall to humiliate the Great Ruler Empire in front of the entire Middle Domain. + +Their intentions weren’t hidden—they were carved boldly into every sneer, every mocking word, and every arrogant gesture. And the timing wasn’t coincidental either. + +For the last twenty years, the Great Ruler Empire’s prestige had been quietly crumbling under the weight of its failure to produce results on the grandest of stages. Not a single one of their representatives had made it into the top ten of the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament in two full decades. + +In a world where strength dictated status, this repeated failure had emboldened countless second-rate forces to start questioning their dominance, whispering whether the so-called number one force was losing its edge. + +And with those doubts growing louder, how could the other six top-tier forces—their supposed equals, and in truth, their long-time rivals—resist the chance to dig in their heels and twist the knife deeper? + +Thunder Monarch Hall simply decided to act first. Under the disguise of a ’friendly match,’ they were here to trample the name of the Great Ruler Empire and declare to the world that the old king had lost its crown. + +Lyra’s expression remained composed, but her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She also understood the game being played. This wasn’t about some casual test of strength. + +It was a performance—a spectacle meant to stain the Great Ruler Empire’s dignity right when their reputation was already hanging by a thread. + +That was why she had no intention of allowing this "friendly battle" to proceed. Not because she doubted her side’s strength, but because she knew the enemy came prepared to humiliate, not compete. + +Just as she was weighing her options, pondering whether to dismiss them outright or try and end the standoff with diplomacy, a calm voice entered her mind—Max. "Princess Lyra, how about this..." The voice was steady, quiet, but carried an undercurrent of certainty that made her pause. + +She turned her head slightly, pretending to simply glance at the field, but her attention sharpened. Max had been silent all this while, his presence unassuming among the other seed participants. Yet now, with tension in the air and mockery boiling at the edge of open conflict, he spoke. + +And in that brief moment, Lyra’s thoughts shifted. She listened carefully as Max’s words flowed through the transmission—measured, composed, and yet bold. + +He wasn’t offering submission. He wasn’t suggesting retreat. He was proposing something else entirely. Something that made her lips curl ever so faintly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-666.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-666.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7642cff --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-666.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 660: Choosing Max" +slug: "ch-666" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 666 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1297 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You want a friendly battle between the recruits of Thunder Monarch Hall and the Great Ruler Empire, then you can have it." Lyra’s voice rang out clear and proud as she smiled, her gaze unwavering as she faced Travis and the elders behind him. + +"Choose the rules for the battles." Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried authority that silenced the buzzing whispers across the grand arena. + +Travis’ eyes narrowed for a split second, clearly not expecting Lyra to agree so easily. For a moment, he suspected a trap. But then he reminded himself of their goal—it didn’t matter how or when she accepted. She had agreed, and that was all that mattered. + +"Good," Travis said, his tone slick with confidence as he crossed his arms. "Then the format is simple. We will each send five members from our new recruits. The battles will be one-on-one. The side with the most victories—wins. No tricks. No excuses." + +"Seems like a straightforward rule. Good." Lyra nodded calmly before slowly turning her head and looking down from the air at the platform where the seed participants were standing. Her next words shocked the entire arena. + +"For the first battle," Lyra announced, "I will choose the weakest genius from my end. Max Morgan, you are up." + +The moment those words fell, a thunderous wave of murmurs and gasps rolled through the grandstands. + +Max, hearing his name, simply smiled. He didn’t hesitate. With a single leap, he soared through the air and landed on the battle stage, his coat fluttering behind him as if responding to the weight of everyone’s eyes. + +But the crowd didn’t cheer—they stood in stunned silence. + +Among the seed participants, Nile Rotan and Ben Wier looked at each other in disbelief, their mouths agape. + +"Princess Lyra, what are you doing?!" Elder Kian’s voice suddenly entered her mind through sound transmission, full of urgency and disbelief. His brows were furrowed, his hands clenched tightly. "This is reckless! That boy’s strength is only at the 8th level of Expert Rank. We only have five battles. If we lose one now, we’ll already be at a disadvantage. Why are you handing over the first victory to them?" + +He simply couldn’t understand what Princess Lyra was thinking. Of all the geniuses, why Max? Among the five seed participants, Max was by far the weakest—not just in strength wise but in public recognition, experience, and even reputation. + +His strength was only at the 8th level of Expert Rank, and no matter how talented he might be, that level of strength was far from enough to stand against the monstrous recruits from Thunder Monarch Hall. + +This wasn’t some casual spar or a friendly exchange—they were standing at a critical juncture. There would only be five battles. Just five. And if they lost even three of them, the Great Ruler Empire would suffer an embarrassing defeat in front of thousands of spectators and in the face of one of their biggest rivals. + +A loss here wouldn’t just be about pride. It would be a blow to their already crumbling prestige, further damaging their title as the number one first-class force of the Middle Domain. + +By sending Max first, it was as if they were throwing in the towel before the real battle even began. + +Elder Kian clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he looked toward Lyra. She must have had her reasons... but right now, all he could see was an unnecessary risk that could turn their already fragile position into outright humiliation. + +"Are you seriously doing this? Consider your choice once more, Princess Lyra." Elder Loyd’s voice rang with a rare hint of urgency as he hovered beside her in the air, his aged face marked with concern. + +He was the senior-most elder among those overseeing the recruitment, and even he, who had always supported Lyra’s decisions without question, was now asking her to pause. + +Just beside him, Elder Shawn arrived—his bald head glinting under the sunlight—crossed his arms, his brows furrowed deeply. "Sending Max first makes no sense. He might be strong for his rank, yes, but he’s still the weakest among the seed participants. This is a gamble we cannot afford." + +On the other side, Elder Shelly, robed in silver with elegant phoenix patterns embroidered on her sleeves, stepped forward slightly, her tone composed but laced with worry. "Lyra, think again. Even if Max has potential, the opponent would be at peak Master Rank. He won’t stand a chance. This first battle sets the tone. If we lose it too easily, morale will suffer—for our participants and our name." + +The last to speak was Elder Gwen, the quietest of the five, but even she couldn’t hold back. Her long braided hair swayed slightly in the wind as she looked directly at Lyra. "We must win at least three battles. We only have five chances. This isn’t just a friendly match—it’s a statement to the entire Middle Domain. Please, reconsider." + +Each of them voiced their concern not out of doubt in Lyra’s leadership, but because the weight of this battle bore more than just victory or defeat—it was the Great Ruler Empire’s reputation, already questioned in recent years, now hanging by a thread.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +To risk it all on Max, a boy few knew and most underestimated, seemed reckless at best... and disastrous at worst. + +Lyra stood still in the sky, hearing each of the elders’ voices echo in her mind—calm ones, frantic ones, angry ones—all urging her to rethink, to reconsider, to not throw their first battle to a participant so easily dismissed. + +But she ignored them all. Her calm gaze never faltered, not even as Elder Loyd’s voice turned more urgent or as Elder Gwen’s rare plea lingered in her mind. + +Instead, she looked toward Travis with a serene smile and said, "Send your genius." + +For a fleeting moment, Travis was caught off guard. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, observing Lyra with scrutiny. Among the younger generation of the seven top first-class forces, she was one of the few geniuses he knew the best. + +They had clashed more than once in public and in secret, as rivals often did. She was not someone who acted recklessly or without purpose. That much he was certain of. Which is why her choice puzzled him. + +Why send someone like Max, who hadn’t even stepped into the Master Rank, for a match like this—one that could set the tone for the entire friendly battle? + +Still, a mocking smirk curled on his lips. Whether Lyra was bluffing or truly deluded, this was a golden chance handed to him on a silver platter. + +"Really? A recruit who hasn’t even reached the Master Rank? I hadn’t thought the Great Ruler Empire had fallen so low," Travis said with exaggerated pity, though every word dripped with venom and mockery, causing the crowd to stir in confusion and whispers. + +Just then, a voice echoed up from the arena below. + +"Are you only going to just flap your mouth, or are you actually going to send someone?" Max’s sneer was calm but sharp, like a blade sliding from its sheath. + +The crowd gasped. + +Travis’s eyes slowly moved down to the figure on the stage. That mocking smile of his sharpened into disdain. "Looks like someone is getting impatient," he replied before turning to his recruits. "Kyle, go. Beat the shit out of that kid." + +Kyle, a tall young man with spiked orange-red hair and the air of someone confident in his superiority, smirked as he leapt off the back of the thunder beast roc. + +He landed with a thud across from Max, his boots cracking the arena tiles slightly. He looked at Max with a smirk and bowed mockingly. "As you say, Senior Brother Travis. I’ll end this quickly." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-667.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-667.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f9db7f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-667.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 661: Weak as Ants" +slug: "ch-667" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 667 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1219 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kyle stood tall, smirking arrogantly as he pointed a single finger at Max. "One move is enough for trash like you who hasn’t even stepped into the Master Rank," he said, his voice soaked in mockery and contempt. He didn’t see Max as a threat—just a pebble on the path. A minor nuisance. + +Max, however, wasn’t the type to take insults lying down. He sneered back, voice laced with scorn. "I don’t believe it," he said coldly. "Princess Lyra just told me something interesting—that the so-called geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall are usually the weakest among the seven overlord first-class forces. So weak, in fact, they lose in less than five moves." + +Kyle’s eyes widened in disbelief before bursting into laughter. "Hahaha! I haven’t seen such an idiot before in my life!" he said, laughing so hard it looked like he might fall over. + +Even some of the elders from the Great Ruler Empire frowned slightly, wondering if Max had lost his mind—or was simply clueless about the power gap. + +Kyle cracked his knuckles and repeated, "As I said, I’ll be defeating you in one move." His figure then vanished in a flicker of purple lightning—fast, almost instantaneous. + +With a flash, he appeared right in front of Max, his right fist crackling with arcs of purple lightning, aimed squarely at Max’s gut. + +But Max was ready. + +He didn’t flinch. Instead, his eyes shone with calm clarity as his Three Dimensional Body activated. Time seemed to slow. He could see the trajectory of Kyle’s punch, every twitch of muscle, every ripple of lightning. + +With a thought, Max surged with energy. All 600 of his Draconic Essences roared to life at once, pouring raw, primal force into every fiber of his being. His muscles bulged, veins glowing faintly with golden hue as the pressure around him instantly intensified. + +Since the Thunder Monarch Hall had come to humiliate them, Max had decided he’d return the favor—with interest. + +He took a single step back with his right foot, grounding himself like an immovable mountain. Then, just as Kyle’s punch came within inches, Max punched forward—his own fist exploding out like a cannon. + +Bang! + +A deafening shockwave rocked the arena. + +For a brief instant, everything froze—then a body was hurled backward like a meteor. + +It was Kyle. + +His figure flew through the air, trailing blood from his mouth, his body limp and powerless. He smashed into the barrier at the edge of the grand arena with a loud crash, the impact shaking the entire structure. The transparent barrier rippled violently before absorbing the force and letting Kyle slump down, unconscious, bruised, and defeated in a single exchange. + +Max stood where he was, lowering his fist slowly, his expression calm... as if he had merely swatted a fly. + +Silence blanketed the entire arena like a suffocating fog. Not a single breath was drawn, not a whisper passed, as the stunned crowd struggled to process what they had just witnessed. + +Everyone had expected the battle to end in a single move—but nobody, not even in their wildest guesses, could have predicted this result. It was supposed to be Max who would fall with one strike. + +Instead, the arrogant genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall had been flung like a ragdoll, unconscious and bleeding, with just one fist from someone they thought was the weakest of the Great Ruler Empire’s recruits. + +Then, breaking the stunned quiet, Max’s voice echoed through the grand arena. "Huh? Only one move?" he said with exaggerated confusion, his brows furrowed, his tone dripping with mock innocence. + +He turned to glance at Princess Lyra, raising his hand with a questioning look. "Princess Lyra, you said they would survive like five moves. But they were so weak that just a simple punch from me left him half-dead. Are you sure they’re from one of the top first-class forces?" + +He shook his head slowly, as if truly disappointed. "They’re as weak as flies. No, even ants would have more resilience than that." + +His words sliced through the silence like a whip, and the entire audience collectively froze. Murmurs began rising from the crowd, but none dared speak too loudly, too afraid that they might be caught up in whatever storm was now unfolding. + +Even the elders of the Great Ruler Empire—Elder Loyd, Elder Shelly, Elder Shawn, Elder Gwen—and the seed participants stood wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were hearing, much less what they had seen. Max had knocked out a Master Rank-level genius of Thunder Monarch Hall with just one punch. + +Either it was a miracle—or Max was no ordinary genius. + +Then, as if the scene weren’t outrageous enough, Lyra’s lips curved into a faint smile and she calmly responded, "I must have been wrong. Recruits—or should I say, so-called geniuses from Thunder Monarch Hall—are the trashiest type of geniuses you’ll ever find in the entire Middle Domain." + +The statement felt like thunder cracking over the crowd. + +Max nodded seriously, as if acknowledging a truth long hidden. "That sounds about right," he said, looking thoughtful. "If they couldn’t even handle one fist from me, who’s supposedly the weakest recruit here, then Thunder Monarch Hall must truly be filled with trash. Pathetic." He spoke those final words as though they were fact, not insult—but the impact hit harder than any sword or spell. "Ants and trashes... that’s all they are." + +His voice, though not shouted, rang loud and clear across the stunned silence of the arena. The words seared into the minds of every spectator, participant, and elder—especially those from the Thunder Monarch Hall. Their humiliation had been laid bare. And the entire Middle Domain was watching. + +The faces of the three elders from Thunder Monarch Hall turned an unsightly shade of red—an ugly mixture of rage, shame, and disbelief. Their eyes twitched, their hands clenched, and their dignified postures trembled slightly under the weight of public humiliation. + +This wasn’t just a loss. This was a public disgrace—delivered with a single punch by someone they had all considered a joke. + +Even Travis, the prideful and ever-mocking genius, now looked as if he had just swallowed a flaming coal. His confidence shattered, his smug demeanor cracked open like brittle stone. + +He had come to disgrace the Great Ruler Empire in front of the entire Middle Domain—yet instead, it felt like he had delivered himself to be paraded as a fool. + +"You trash in the Expert Rank," Travis snarled, barely holding back his fury as his aura surged out. His voice was sharp, bitter, and desperate to regain even a sliver of control. "What trick or treasure did you use to defeat Kyle?" he demanded, unleashing the pressure of a Legend Rank expert toward Max. + +He thought, perhaps, that if Max had used some hidden item or forbidden treasure, exposing him to his full oppressive aura would force him to crumble, to expose the truth—to confess that it hadn’t been his strength. + +But what came next only deepened the pit they had dug for themselves. + +Max blinked, then tilted his head slightly, his face scrunched in what seemed to be genuine confusion. "Huh?" he muttered. Then, in a tone that sounded more puzzled than angry, he continued, "Are people from Thunder Monarch Hall blind and dumb as well?" + +Gasps echoed through the arena at his words. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-668.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-668.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e71506f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-668.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 662: Ten Hands of Lightning God again!" +slug: "ch-668" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 668 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1354 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max went on, unfazed by Travis’s killing intent. "Didn’t you see it was my fist that sent that trash flying? I mean, I saw it. Everyone else saw it." He turned to the crowd and waved his hand as if asking for confirmation. "Right? You all saw it too, yes?" + +Max looked back at Travis with a shake of his head, his expression filled with pity, not hostility. "Clearly, something’s wrong with your eyes. Maybe too much arrogance damaged your brain. Tsk, how sad..." His words weren’t shouted. They weren’t angry. But their weight was far more devastating than any roar of fury could ever be. + +The spectators didn’t know whether to be shocked, laugh, or sit in silence. It was too much. Too direct. Too brutal. The arrogance of Thunder Monarch Hall had been shattered not just physically, but verbally. + +Max hadn’t just defeated a genius in one move—he was tearing their pride to pieces with a smile on his face. + +And Travis... stood frozen. His fury seethed just beneath the surface, eyes burning with rage, but no words came out. Deep down, he knew Max hadn’t used any treasure or underhanded method. + +He was a Legend Rank 3-star genius, and with his perception, any foreign energy, artifact activation, or external interference would have been instantly detected. + +There had been nothing—no flicker of runes, no sudden fluctuation in aura apart from the explosion of raw physical power. It had all come from Max. + +And that was what twisted Travis’s gut. Because even though he couldn’t deny what his senses told him, his pride simply refused to accept that a mere 8th level Expert Rank genius could defeat one of their peak Master Rank recruits in a single fist. + +It was preposterous. Ridiculous. Unacceptable. + +"Don’t be so happy this early," Travis finally spat, trying to cover his shaken pride with a glare as sharp as a blade.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +Max, still in the center of the arena, laughed carelessly—hands resting on his hips, body relaxed, his grin wide and completely unaffected by the tension around him. It was the laugh of someone either too foolish to fear consequence or too confident to care. + +To Travis, that laugh felt like nails across his ego. + +With gritted teeth, Travis turned and barked, "Rey, go and teach this kid a lesson." + +Rey, one of their more composed and reliable recruits, nodded without question. He was already in motion, his robes fluttering as he leapt down from the thunder beast roc and landed across from Max with steady steps and cold eyes. + +But before he moved further, Travis sent him a voice transmission laced with urgency and warning. "Don’t underestimate him. This kid’s got tricks up his sleeves. Use your full strength from the start. Use the technique that the elders have given you. Do not hold back." + +Rey’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes, Senior Brother Travis," he replied calmly, his voice firm, his expression serious. + +Having witnessed the fate of Kyle, who had arrogantly believed he could win in a single move, Rey was far more cautious. He had no intention of being the next fool to be flung off the arena like a ragdoll. + +As he stood facing Max, the tension began to thicken once again—this time, everyone held their breath, no longer willing to underestimate the youth who had just shattered expectations with one devastating punch. + +Just at that moment... + +A fierce, wild aura exploded from Rey as purple lightning surged through the air around him, wrapping his entire body in crackling arcs of destructive energy. + +The arena floor beneath his feet trembled as the sharp scent of ozone flooded the surroundings, a clear sign that his Concept of Lightning had reached the advanced stage of level one. + +Electricity sparked from his skin, trailing like living snakes of light, each burst more violent than the last. The pressure emanating from him caused many spectators to hold their breath unconsciously, while even some of the final-round participants took an instinctive step back. + +And then it happened. + +In a sudden surge of light and power, three distinct lightning rings emerged behind Rey’s back, rotating wildly in the air like celestial wheels of chaos. Each ring pulsed with the rhythm of his breath, shooting out volatile arcs of purple lightning that sizzled across the arena like lashes from a god. + +The sheer presence of those rings told everyone that this wasn’t just a display—it was the prologue to a storm. + +Max’s eyes widened—not from fear, but from realization. That technique. Those three rings of lightning... His pupils shrank slightly as the pieces connected. "Ten Hands of Lightning God..." he muttered under his breath, stunned. "He’s actually using that technique." He never expected someone from Thunder Monarch Hall to have that technique. + +"My master was once a member of the Thunder Monarch Hall," came Blob’s voice, calm yet filled with a distant heaviness, echoing in Max’s mind like a whisper from the past. Max’s eyes twitched slightly, caught off guard by the sudden revelation. "He wasn’t just any member. He was one of the top geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall in his era, rising quickly through the ranks until he eventually became an elder-level figure, feared and respected by many." + +Blob’s tone grew colder, more bitter, as he continued. "But later, due to a fierce conflict with one of the Four God Nations, my master acted recklessly. Enraged by their actions, he stormed into their territory to seek vengeance. Unfortunately, he was no match for their overwhelming power. He was defeated brutally, humiliated... and barely escaped with his life. After that, he was forced to flee from the Middle Domain entirely. And when he looked back for help, even his own force, the Thunder Monarch Hall, abandoned him. They chose silence, too afraid to oppose the Four God Nation." + +Max stood frozen for a moment, trying to process the truth. His gaze flickered toward Rey and the other members of the Thunder Monarch Hall. That revelation made sense now. + +Blob’s master’s affinity with lightning... the power in the technique he had gotten his hands on the temple... it was no coincidence. Everything was rooted in that hall. + +Max had already heard parts of this story before, but knowing that Blob’s master had once been a proud genius of Thunder Monarch Hall added a whole new layer of weight to it. + +’But to think that the technique belong to Thunder Monarch Hall.’ He took a deep breath as the memory of the Ten Hands of Lightning God technique flashed in his mind. The technique must have been part of the Thunder Monarch Hall and Blob’s master had gotten his hands on the technique from the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +"Don’t use the Ten Hands of Lightning God technique in front of the Thunder Monarch Hall," Blob’s voice warned once more, this time more firm and serious. "Unless you want to be hunted by yet another force." + +Max’s expression grew solemn, but he nodded in understanding. He clenched his fists lightly and muttered to himself, "So even more pieces are falling into place." + +The history of the Thunder Monarch Hall, temple master’s past, and the tangled legacy he had unknowingly inherited—it all made his coming battle even more personal. + +Just then the air trembled as Rey raised his hand and calmly spoke, "Lightning God’s Descent." + +And the heavens responded. + +A massive figure, formed entirely of condensed purple lightning, erupted into being behind him. Towering like a deity of war, it had ten muscular arms, each one exuding overwhelming force. + +Six eyes burned like miniature thunderclouds, crackling and rolling within their sockets, and when the figure opened its mouth, it revealed fangs like curved daggers made of pure lightning, sharp and terrifying. + +The sheer presence of the entity caused the temperature to rise and drop erratically, like nature itself couldn’t decide whether to bow or flee. + +Gasps echoed from the stands. The elders narrowed their eyes. Even the other seed participants looked shaken. + +Max, though, stood still. + +His expression was calm. His fingers twitched. A slow smile appeared on his lips. + +"This... just got interesting." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-669.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-669.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..04a856b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-669.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 663: Lightning God’s Descent" +slug: "ch-669" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 669 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As the towering lightning giant behind Rey completed its formation, each of its ten arms crackled violently with overwhelming power. In each hand, bolts of lightning began to materialize—thick, seething with energy, and thrice the size of Max himself. + +The very air trembled under their weight, humming with a destructive rhythm. If even one of those bolts struck him, it would mean instant defeat—if not death, then certainly heavy injuries. But Max didn’t step back. He didn’t tremble. His eyes gleamed with sharp clarity.𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +"Go!" Rey shouted, his voice thunderous. And in the next instant, like a cascade of fury, the giant unleashed its arsenal. Tens upon tens of lightning bolts shot forward in unison, creating a wall of death that surged across the arena toward Max. + +Yet Max stood tall. + +"Good," he muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a grin of anticipation. + +In his vision, the world slowed down. The chaos of the incoming storm was peeled back, frame by frame. Dozens—hundreds—of purple lightning bolts surged toward him like vengeful spears, but to him, they were frozen in motion. + +His Three Dimensional Body had activated to its peak. The bolts’ trajectories shimmered like glowing lines in his sight, their paths etched across space, giving him just enough of an opening, just enough time. + +And he moved. + +Max dashed forward with fluid, impossibly precise movements, slipping between deadly gaps in the storm. A bolt sliced past his left shoulder, sizzling the air just inches away. Another scraped past his thigh, but never touched him. + +With every step, his body twisted and dipped, his footwork an elegant dance of survival. His breathing was calm, his heartbeat steady, his every motion calculated. + +He ducked low beneath three bolts that came from above, then leapt diagonally through a narrow space between two converging strikes. Purple light flashed around him, lighting up his face with every near miss—but never once did it land. + +The spectators couldn’t believe their eyes. All they saw was Max weaving through a deadly net of lightning, moving like a phantom, like water flowing through cracks in a wall of death. He didn’t stop. + +In fact, he was getting closer. With every dodge, every sidestep, every breath, Max was closing the distance between him and Rey. + +’His mastery of the Ten Hands of Lightning God isn’t high enough,’ Max thought calmly as he continued weaving through the barrage of lightning bolts. Each strike roared with fury, purple lightning flashing dangerously close to his skin, but Max’s steps never faltered. + +He twisted, ducked, stepped, and turned—his movements effortless and instinctive, like a seasoned dancer in the midst of a storm. The bolts might have been deadly to anyone else, but to him, they were simply lights in motion, already calculated and predicted by his Three Dimensional Body. + +If it had been him using Lightning God’s Descent, the arena would’ve looked entirely different. Not only would the number of bolts unleashed from each hand be far more than what Rey had conjured, but their speed would also be on an entirely different level. + +Max knew that clearly—his bolts would strike with such precision and velocity that even a peak Master Rank would barely have time to react, let alone dodge. It wasn’t arrogance. It was understanding. Experience. + +And there was another flaw. + +His eyes narrowed slightly as he caught Rey’s still figure standing beneath the towering lightning giant. ’Locked in place...’ Max realized instantly. + +Rey had anchored himself at the center of the formation, using his full concentration to maintain the giant’s form. That meant he couldn’t move—not even an inch. The moment he did, the entire construct would collapse, and all his efforts would vanish in an instant. That limitation alone was enough to turn the tide of battle. + +Max had no such issue. When he used the Lightning God’s Descent, he could still move freely across the battlefield. His lightning giant would follow him, acting as an extension of his will. + +Not only that—his accuracy was enhanced to a terrifying level, thanks to the advanced perception granted by his Three Dimensional Body. His aim would never be off. His strikes would never miss. + +And that was the difference between someone who had barely learned a technique... and someone who had mastered it. + +’Looks like he only got his hands on the technique recently,’ Max concluded with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. It made sense—Rey was probably a seed participant chosen early on by the Thunder Monarch Hall, and perhaps this technique had been passed to him not long ago. + +For someone who hadn’t had the time to truly train with it, Rey was doing well... but in Max’s eyes, it was still child’s play. You couldn’t just copy the technique and expect to wield it like a sword master with a borrowed blade. + +Learning was one thing. Mastery was another. + +"You are going down!" Max roared as he finally closed the gap between himself and Rey, his voice echoing across the arena like thunder crashing in the clouds. + +But the moment he entered within twenty meters of Rey, the pressure intensified. The closer he got, the denser the barrage became. The Lightning Giant behind Rey didn’t pause for even a moment. + +With each passing breath, more bolts of devastating purple lightning surged forth, flashing with killing intent, exploding like war drums around Max’s form. + +And yet, Max didn’t retreat. His pace slowed as the storm grew thicker, but he kept advancing, weaving and slipping through the lightning bolts with precision so sharp it looked like fate itself had parted the bolts for him. + +Rey’s face twisted in disbelief. His technique wasn’t something a regular genius could stand up to. His lightning bolts were supposed to be relentless, chaotic, overwhelming—but Max wasn’t being overwhelmed. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Dodging at this level... it was humiliating. + +"I don’t believe you can dodge them all!" Rey roared, his pride shattering. Pushing his technique beyond what he had ever tried before, he forced the lightning giant to conjure twenty bolts in each of its ten hands. + +For a single breath, the entire sky seemed to explode in a storm of violet. Two hundred bolts lit up the world above the arena and then rained down like divine punishment, each one screeching through the air, twisting through space with terrifying speed and raw destructive power. + +Max’s expression hardened. His instincts screamed at him that this wave wasn’t like the previous ones. It wasn’t just an attack—it was desperation weaponized. A flurry designed to break him. + +Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! + +The lightning bolts crashed toward him with the fury of a collapsing sky, painting the entire arena in purple and white. But Max didn’t stop. His breathing slowed. His vision sharpened. + +And as the first of the lightning bolts neared, his foot moved—then his shoulder twisted—then his head ducked. His Three Dimensional Body didn’t just guide him anymore; it possessed him entirely. + +The storm came. + +Max dodged one bolt—then two—then three, but the sheer volume of lightning coming his way became overwhelming. Two hundred bolts rained down with relentless ferocity, and even with his Three Dimensional Body, even with his supernatural reflexes, the pressure was immense. + +The air crackled and howled with energy, arcs of purple splitting the arena sky like divine wrath. Sweat trickled down Max’s temple—not from fear, but focus. He was at his limit dodging them individually. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-67.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-67.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3845ff8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-67.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 67: Truth" +slug: "ch-67" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 67 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1241 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max ate his food silently, his attention fixed on a group of young men nearby. They seemed to be discussing something interesting, so he listened carefully while savoring his meal. + +"I heard that Killian Blade will soon upgrade his rank to Apprentice Rank, and that the number one spot in the Novice Rankings will be vacant in the Battle Realm." + +"This has been the talk lately. I mean, he has held the number one spot in the Novice Rankings for two years straight. Of course, there’s bound to be a commotion when he upgrades to Apprentice Rank." + +"He’s invincible in the Novice Rank. Nobody could defeat him, so he might as well upgrade his rank and let others fight for the number one spot." + +"It’s a shame that number two and number three in the rankings are from the Thorne and Ashford families. Thomas Reed from our guild is at level four." + +"Don’t worry too much. With Killian gone, nobody will be able to hold onto the number one rank for that long." + +"True. He’s just too strong for someone in the Novice Rank." + +’Interesting,’ Max thought, sipping from his glass of water. ’The Blade Family is really powerful if someone from their family has held the number one spot in the Novice Rankings for two years straight.’ + +A grin spread across Max’s face as a devious thought took root. "What better way to get back at them for what they did to me outside the Burning Wilds dungeon than by taking down their so-called number one genius in the Novice Rankings?" + +His eerie, sinister smile widened as he imagined the shock and humiliation on the so-called genius’s face when he, a mere 6th Rank Novice, utterly crushed him. The thought alone filled him with a dark sense of satisfaction. + +’That’s something I need to plan a bit, but for now, I need to hang out with these guys,’ Max mused. He got up from his seat, dragged his chair across the floor, and sat beside them. + +"What the hell, dude?" One of them immediately frowned, clearly annoyed by Max’s arrival. + +Max smiled and placed 20 mana crystals on the table. "I want some information, and it seems you guys are very knowledgeable." + +The four glanced at each other, nodding in understanding. One of the guys leaned in close to Max’s ear and whispered, "That won’t do." He pointed at the 20 mana crystals. + +Max grinned at the response and whispered back, "That was just to let you know if you’re interested in the deal or not, but it seems we have a deal. Meet me in the back alley of the restaurant if you want more." He placed another 20 mana crystals on the table before standing up and leaving. + +The four exchanged quick glances, their eyes gleaming with barely contained greed. Without a word, they rose from their seats and silently left the restaurant, their intentions clear but unspoken. + +--- + +Behind the restaurant lay a dark alley, quiet and mostly deserted, with very few people around. + +A figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, followed by the four others. + +It seemed as if the four had come to gang up on the silver-haired kid. + +"What information do you want?" one of the four asked. He appeared to be around 18 years old, with black hair falling into his eyes. + +Max looked at him and the others before speaking. "I’m new here, but I’ve heard some very interesting rumors." + +"What rumor are you talking about?" the same person asked, curious. + +Max adopted a hesitant expression, as if struggling to decide whether to speak. Finally, he said, "I heard some guys talking about Freya, but when I went to ask them, they ran away like I was some kind of plague." + +The four of them widened their eyes at Max’s words, their expressions filled with hesitation. They exchanged glances but refused to speak further on the matter. + +Max saw their hesitation and said, "If you tell me what this Freya matter is all about, I’ll give each of you 20 mana crystals. How about it? I’ll also make sure not to talk to anyone else about it." + +One of the four clenched his fists, his face darkening. "It’s said that Freya Voidwalker was once the prized student of the Phoenix Order guild’s Master. But two years ago, something happened, and she was declared a traitor." + +He continued, "After the announcement, she vanished completely. Even her home address and other personal details turned out to be fabrications. Some even claim that Freya wasn’t her real name—it was something else entirely." + +"Ah, so that’s it… I expected something more exciting." Max chuckled, dropping another 60 mana crystals onto the table before vanishing from his spot, leaving the four of them stunned. + +--- + +Max walked through the streets of Phoenix City, his mind occupied with various thoughts. ’She was declared a traitor by the guild...’ His thoughts kept circling back to this point. His expression darkened as he walked, his mood sinking. + +Then he recalled the strange expression on Alice’s face when he had asked her about Freya. ’No wonder she reacted like that.’ + +’But what happened to cause all of this? Why would she betray her own guild? How much of this is true?’ Max thought, struggling to digest the idea that Freya could have done something like that. He knew her sister. She would never do anything like betraying a guild or committing some terrible act. + +Enjoy more content from empire + +’What should I do now?’ he wondered. Now that he knew what had happened to his sister and that she was considered a traitor, staying in the same guild that she supposedly betrayed seemed like asking for his own death. + +Max contemplated his options as he walked slowly. ’I still don’t know where my sister is, and the Blade Family is still after me, so I should stay put for the time being,’ he thought. + +But one thing troubled him—the Thorne Family had told him that the Phoenix Order Guild was suitable for him, yet they had warned him to stay in the shadows. If they knew about the issue involving his sister and the guild, why hadn’t they warned him directly? Why had they been vague, leaving him in the dark? + +"It seems this matter is far more complicated than I imagined," Max mused, his thoughts drifting back to their cryptic advice about staying hidden. Perhaps their caution wasn’t just about safety—it might be connected to the tangled web of secrets surrounding the guild and his sister. + +’Could it be that they were warning me not to reveal my identity by telling me to stay in the shadows?’ Max wondered, his brows furrowing as he tried to piece things together. + +Was he interpreting their cryptic advice correctly, or was there another layer of meaning he had yet to uncover? + +The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. If the Thorne Family knew something about the situation with his sister, perhaps their warning was a subtle way of protecting him from them. + +"Ugh, it would’ve been so much better if they’d just come clean about the whole thing," Max muttered, letting out a frustrated sigh. + +The cryptic warnings from the Thorne Family, along with the half-truths he had just learned, only added to his confusion, making him feel as though he were walking blindfolded through a maze. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-670.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-670.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..beae829 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-670.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 664: Forced to run away" +slug: "ch-670" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 670 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Since that’s the case... I won’t dodge them at all,’ Max decided, his eyes flashing. + +In the next instant, a surge of blue lightning erupted from his body—wild, sharp, and dazzling. His aura pulsed and his figure blurred as he tapped into the speed of his lightning element, propelling himself forward with sudden, terrifying acceleration. + +Since his purple lightning had transformed into blue lightning, Max knew that a new trait appeared in his blue lightning. It was fast, unnaturally fast. + +And now that he used the blue lightning, he could truly see the full potential of the blue lightning. His speed wasn’t just fast. He had became a blur of blue lightning weaving through the lightning bolts like a flash of light. + +The bolts meant to destroy him passed behind like harmless afterthoughts, chasing a shadow that was no longer there. And before Rey could even react, before he could register what had happened, Max stood in front of him. + +Eyes wide. Mouth open in disbelief. + +"What—?!" was all Rey managed to utter. + +"Take this..." Max smiled, the corner of his lips curling up like a devil’s grin, and then his right fist slammed forward—fueled by the monstrous strength of all 600 Draconic Essences erupting at once through his arm. + +Bang! + +The sound was deafening. + +Rey’s body shot backward like a cannonball fired out of a divine weapon, leaving a trail of smoke and blue sparks in his wake. He didn’t even have time to scream. His figure crashed into the barrier of the arena with a shattering boom, leaving cracks in the protective formation as his limp form slumped to the ground. + +The crowd was stunned into silence. Not a breath, not a whisper. + +They had only seen a streak of blue lightning among countless purple lightning bolts—and the next second, Rey was flying like a broken kite. + +To most, it had happened too fast to comprehend. Only those at the peak of Master Rank or above had seen the blur of Max’s motion, the punch, the explosive impact. The others were still trying to process what had just happened. + +"How did he do it? He defeated Kyle with one fist and now even Rey, who seemed to have the upper hand the whole battle, was suddenly defeated in one fist too." + +"I only saw a flash of blue lightning and then boom! Rey was already down." + +"He was too fast... even before he turned into that blur, he was dodging every single lightning bolt thrown at him like he could see the future." + +"His strength is just at the 8th level of Expert Rank, but he defeated a peak Master Rank genius... This doesn’t make sense. It’s like watching a fantasy. It’s happening right in front of our eyes and I still can’t believe it." + +The murmurs swelled like waves in the grand arena, filled with astonishment, admiration, and disbelief. Every pair of eyes was locked on the calm white-haired young man still standing on the stage. + +In that moment, Max wasn’t just a participant. He had become a symbol of mystery and dread—someone who shattered common sense and made the impossible feel trivial. None of the crowd could understand how he had done it, and the more they thought about it, the more incomprehensible it all felt. + +But Max, the very center of all the shock, wasn’t caught up in the awe around him. He stood silently, his eyes slightly narrowed as his mind raced—not with pride, but with analysis. + +’Six hundred Draconic Essences... and with all of them activated, I could just push into the early levels of Champion Rank in terms of raw strength,’ he thought calmly. ’If I want to go toe-to-toe with a peak Champion Rank in a contest of pure power, I’ll probably need at least eight hundred... no, maybe more depending on their physique and elemental boost.’ + +He recalled the battle against Silus, the monstrous demonic being he fought before, and now these Thunder Monarch Hall recruits. Each one had taught him something vital—not just about enemies, but about himself. + +And now he could now see the rough outline of his physical limits, the boundary line where his current power began to bend under pressure. And if he wanted to keep going higher, stronger, faster... he would need to absorb even more dragon blood or dragon related things. + +"Was he also a weakling for you, Max?" Lyra’s voice rang out across the arena with a mocking edge, clear enough for everyone to hear. + +Though her tone was light, there was no mistaking the weight behind her words—it was a public taunt, a jab meant to twist the knife deeper into the pride of the Thunder Monarch Hall. Max looked up at her, calm and unaffected, and gave a small nod. + +"I guess he was just a little better than the last one," Max said, shaking his head in disappointment. "But in the end, he also went down with just one fist. The so-called geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall are no more than ants—weaklings who crumble under the lightest pressure." His voice was clear and emotionless, but every word struck like thunder in the stunned silence of the crowd.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Travis, still standing beside the giant Thunder Beast Roc, looked like he had swallowed poison. His face twisted in rage and humiliation. He had come here to humiliate the Great Ruler Empire in front of thousands, to stamp their pride into the dirt—but now, not only had that plan failed, it had backfired spectacularly. + +He had placed his faith in Rey, thinking that the Ten Hands of Lightning God technique would be enough to overwhelm a mere Expert Rank genius, but reality had shattered that belief with brutal efficiency. + +"The recruits of the Great Ruler Empire are good this year," Travis said, forcing a bitter smile onto his face, but his eyes were ice-cold. Then, his expression hardened into something darker. "But don’t think this is over. And don’t think that a couple of lucky wins mean you’re better than us. At the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament, your Great Ruler Empire will be crushed by the combined strength of all the other six overlord forces. With your recent track record, I doubt you’ll even make it to the top twenty this time." + +He waved his hand sharply, signaling the end of the farce. The remaining geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall, their faces pale and stiff, helped the injured Kyle and Rey onto the massive Thunder Beast Roc. The elders followed silently, none of them daring to meet the eyes of the crowd as whispers and muffled laughter started to spread. + +"We’ll see you at the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament," Travis said before leaping onto the back of the beast. + +In a crackle of lightning, the roc let out a thunderous cry and ascended into the skies. The enormous wings flapped with authority, sending gusts of wind through the arena, but the image it left behind wasn’t one of power or awe—it was of retreat. + +Travis had chosen not to send a third participant for a reason. If Max defeated a third of their recruits in front of the entire Middle Domain, their humiliation would be absolute. Better to escape with a scar than be branded with a permanent mark of disgrace—defeated by the so-called weakest recruit of the Great Ruler Empire. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-671.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-671.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4217fcb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-671.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 665: Special Treatment" +slug: "ch-671" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 671 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1275 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With the Thunder Monarch Hall forced to retreat, their grand beast vanishing into the distant sky like a fading nightmare, the silence in the arena shattered into deafening cheers. The crowd erupted once again, this time not out of shock but out of sheer excitement. Whispers turned into exclamations, and exclamations became roars of approval. + +Max’s name was now etched into their memories. But the celebration did not last long. Only moments later, the atmosphere shifted back to order as the recruitment assessment of the Great Ruler Empire resumed. + +Yet before the next phase could officially begin, an important change was announced—one that surprised many. + +Following an intense and hushed discussion among the five supervising elders and Princess Lyra herself, a decision was made, one that quickly spread across the arena like wildfire. + +Max Morgan would no longer participate in the recruitment assessment. Instead, he was officially declared a one-star genius of the Great Ruler Empire—an elite rank that only a handful across the entire Middle Domain could claim. + +The decision was unanimous. After witnessing firsthand how Max defeated two peak Master Rank recruits of Thunder Monarch Hall with ease while still only at the 8th level of the Expert Rank, even the most skeptical elder now understood what Lyra had seen in him from the beginning. Their doubts were gone. In their place was not only respect—but also caution. + +The elders of the Great Ruler Empire made their decision with utmost care. Max was pulled from the rest of the recruitment assessment not because he lacked the qualifications, but precisely because he had already shown too much. + +His overwhelming strength, revealed in just two brief fights, was enough to shake the confidence of the crowd, silence arrogant enemies, and force even the Thunder Monarch Hall to retreat. But for the elders, that power was also a double-edged sword. + +In a world where strength was everything, and hidden claws struck hardest, they understood a dangerous truth—true treasure must never be flaunted too soon. The more brilliance one displayed, the greater the risk of being targeted, stolen, or destroyed before one’s time. + +So they acted swiftly. + +By removing Max from the spotlight, they ensured that the world would only remember him as the mysterious white-haired youth who defeated two strong recruits of Thunder Monarch Hall, nothing more. + +Let the public guess and forget. Let other powers underestimate him. + +Behind closed doors, however, their strategy took root. The five elders had agreed—if Max was nurtured in secret, if he was provided the right environment, the right resources, the right training, then he could become their hidden blade. Their ultimate trump card. + +The Divine Mandate Grand Tournament, held once every five years, was the battleground where all the top geniuses of the Middle Domain clashed, and the next one was only two years away. To them, it was too soon for Max. He had only just begun to bloom. But in seven years, during the tournament after the next one, he could be unstoppable. + +And so they quietly shifted their hopes, setting their sights not on the upcoming event, but on the one beyond it. The next of the next Divine Mandate Grand Tournament. That would be Max’s stage. And when he walked upon it... the world would not be ready.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +Max didn’t know the real reason why he was being quietly excluded from the recruitment assessment. And even if he did, he probably wouldn’t have cared. + +His mind was already made up. He wasn’t here just to be evaluated or measured—he was here to rise. He had already set his sights on something far bigger than the assessment. + +The Divine Mandate Grand Tournament, two years from now, wasn’t just a goal—it was a promise. A fire that burned in his chest. He didn’t just want to participate—he wanted the top spot. The thought alone would’ve made others laugh. + +After all, Max was only at the 8th level of the Expert Rank. To stand on equal ground with geniuses of the Legend Rank in just two years was considered foolish, even suicidal. + +But Max believed differently. He had done the impossible in the Lower Domain before, leaping through ranks in mere months, defying every common logic of cultivation. He knew it wouldn’t be the same in the Middle Domain—the higher the realm, the steeper the climb. + +Every level from here on demanded more than just effort. It demanded breakthroughs of the soul, comprehension of laws, battles that shattered limits. + +But even then, Max wasn’t shaken. He wasn’t some blind dreamer—he had a reason to push forward. He had made a soul contract with Lyra. An oath not sealed in words, but in soul. He had to do it, no matter the cost. + +There was no room left for doubt, no luxury of hesitation. It wasn’t about how anymore. He just had to do it. + +Following Max’s exclusion from the final round, the recruitment assessment resumed under the bright skies of the grand arena, its atmosphere still thick with the lingering awe from earlier battles. + +The last round was finally underway, and its rules were clear and brutal—every remaining participant had to face off against all the others in turn. It was a full round-robin combat format, testing not just power but endurance, strategy, and adaptability. + +Each victory earned a point, and in the end, the one with the most wins would be declared the top genius of the assessment, followed by the others ranked in descending order of victories. + +The air buzzed with tension and anticipation as the battles began—clashes of swords, roars of elemental energies, and the shouts of young cultivators striving to prove their worth. + +One by one, they fought, bled, and persevered. Among them was the quiet black-haired young woman with streaks of pale blue in her hair, one of the five seed participants who had barely spoken a word the entire time—Serina Vale. + +Calm and unassuming at first glance, she walked into the arena with her head slightly lowered and eyes cold as frost. But the moment her battles began, she transformed into a force of precision and elegance. Her movements were fluid, her strikes sharp, and her control over the Ice Concept at Level 1 advanced stage was near perfect. + +Each opponent that stepped before her found themselves overwhelmed—not by brute force, but by an unrelenting, icy suppression that sapped their strength and left them vulnerable. She moved like winter wind—quiet, deadly, and unstoppable. + +Victory after victory stacked in her favor, until finally, she stood alone at the top, undefeated. The crowd erupted into applause as her name was announced as the number one ranked genius of the recruitment assessment. + +Though she said nothing in return, Serina Vale simply bowed slightly, her face as emotionless as when the round began, the chill of her presence lingering long after she left the arena. + +’Her advanced stage Level 1 Concept of Ice could break through to Level 2 at any moment.’ Max narrowed his eyes as he silently watched Serina Vale walk off the stage after being declared the final winner. + +Throughout the entire last round, he had observed her closely. Her movements were precise, her attacks carried depth, but there was a subtle restraint in every strike. It was as if she was purposely concealing her true strength, even while battling the other seed participants. + +Max had a sharp intuition honed through countless battles, and it screamed at him now—Serina Vale was stronger than she let on. ’Has her strength already reached the level of a 3-star genius?’ he wondered, his thoughts drifting to the tattered diary given to him by the Old Saintess. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-672.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-672.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f59b06d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-672.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 666: Ruler City" +slug: "ch-672" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 672 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +That journal, though vague in many areas, had mentioned something crucial—the classification of geniuses in the Middle Domain. + +According to it, geniuses were divided into four clear levels. A 1-star genius had the potential to cross one small level to fight stronger opponents. A 2-star genius could cross two levels, and a 3-star genius—those rare and monstrous individuals—could fight opponents three minor levels above them with ease. + +But then there was the final category: Heaven Grade geniuses. The diary hadn’t revealed much about them, but what little it said was enough to leave an impression. A Heaven Grade genius could fight across five small levels—a feat so incredible that few believed it even possible. + +When Max first read that part of the diary, he had been deeply intrigued. The classification of geniuses was something he hadn’t thought much about before, but the way the Old Saintess had written it made him curious—curious enough to start observing others with a different lens. + +And now, watching Serina Vale as she gracefully left the arena after claiming the top spot, Max felt like he had finally seen someone who could belong in that elite category. + +’I guess she would truly earn the title of a 3-star genius once she steps into the Legend Rank,’ he thought to himself, nodding slightly in realization. + +While the definitions in the diary had been clear—1-star geniuses were those who could jump one minor level in battle, 2-star could jump two, and 3-star could jump three—it also emphasized something else. + +These titles weren’t just handed out casually. A person’s actual cultivation realm mattered too. For instance, only someone at Champion Rank could be called a 2-star genius, even if they could already fight across two small levels. + +And only those at Master Rank could be called a 1-star genius. + +Similarly, only those who reached Legend Rank and maintained that leap across three levels in real battle at that rank could truly be recognized as 3-star geniuses. + +And the most terrifying of them all—the Heaven Grade geniuses—were only acknowledged among the Legend Rank and above, and even then, they were exceedingly rare. + +It wasn’t just about power or talent, but how far you could push your abilities within the toughest realms. + +Seeing Serina’s calm presence and hidden depth, Max had little doubt. She hadn’t shown her full strength yet, but once she did, once she crossed into Legend Rank, she might very well stand at the peak of the Middle Domain’s rising stars. + +’But I guess that would only happen in the next tournament cycle,’ Max thought, his gaze lingering on Serina Vale as she quietly stood among the other recruits. + +He could tell that while her strength and talent were extraordinary, breaking through to Legend Rank wasn’t something that happened overnight. Even for someone like her, it might take five years or more. That was the cruel reality of higher cultivation realms—the further one climbed, the steeper the path became. + +With the conclusion of the recruitment assessment, the arena buzzed for a little longer as the top fifty recruits were called up one by one and rewarded according to the prizes promised beforehand. Some received resources, others rare artifacts or pills, depending on their ranking. + +Max didn’t care much about that part. He had already gotten more than what he came for—a place in the Great Ruler Empire and recognition from all five elders. + +As the final cheers died down and the crowd began to disperse, the once thunderous arena slowly returned to silence, the spectators pouring out into the streets while the empire officials and the new recruits stayed behind for final instructions. + +It was then that a large void shuttle descended from the clouds, its structure sleek but more reinforced and militarized than the one Lyra had arrived in. + +The rune engravings on the hull shimmered slightly, giving off an imposing aura as it landed softly atop the grand platform. Compared to Lyra’s elegant personal craft, this one was clearly made for group transport. + +"You all will be leaving for the Great Ruler Empire with us," Lyra announced as she turned to face the assembled fifty recruits, her voice echoing clearly in the now-quiet space. "From this moment on, you’re a part of something greater. And there are rules—simple but non-negotiable ones—you’ll need to follow." + +She tapped on her holowatch, and instantly, a soft chime rang out from every recruit’s device. Max looked at his own holowatch and found a new file had been transferred. + +Opening it, he saw a list of regulations: do not kill fellow members, do not betray empire missions, maintain discipline, report progress regularly—basic rules, but enough to draw clear boundaries. + +"Let’s go. We’ll be heading to the Greenwood Region," Lyra added with a light smile, her tone softening now that the public spectacle had ended. + +With that, she turned and boarded the shuttle. One by one, the five elders followed, and then the fifty recruits filed in after them. Max stepped in alongside them, quietly taking his seat near a window. + +A few minutes later, the engines rumbled gently, and the void shuttle lifted into the air. With a shimmer of spatial energy, it pierced through the clouds and vanished beyond the horizon—leaving behind Whisker City. + +*** + +Greenwood Region was one of the grandest and most expansive regions in the entire Middle Domain—not just in population or influence, but in sheer scale. It sprawled across countless mountains, valleys, rivers, and cities, its borders stretching wider than most empires. + +This massive region, along with several neighboring ones, was directly governed by the Great Ruler Empire. All the smaller domains orbiting around Greenwood, whether independent or vassal, had long since bent the knee to the Empire’s authority. + +Together, they formed what was commonly referred to as the Great Ruler Domain—a vast alliance of regions unified under one supreme power. + +After a full day of uninterrupted flight across the vast and varied lands of the Middle Domain—gliding over forests brimming with spirit beasts, mountain ranges that glowed with elemental energy, and bustling cities steeped in ancient architecture—the void shuttle carrying Max and the other newly recruited geniuses finally crossed into the Great Ruler Domain. + +But it didn’t land just yet. Instead, the shuttle pierced deeper into the skies above the Greenwood Region, heading straight for its beating heart. + +Several hours passed in tense silence and awe. Then, the moment came. + +As the shuttle descended slightly, Max and the other recruits pressed against the wide windows, and what lay beyond took their breath away. + +There it was—Ruler City, the headquarters of the Great Ruler Empire. + +Built upon a vast plateau carved from a mountain range, the city stretched endlessly in every direction. Towering spires of silver and jade rose into the sky like spears challenging the heavens, each inscribed with runes that shimmered with ancient might. + +Giant statues of former emperors stood like sentinels at the city’s borders, and a transparent dome of barrier light shielded the capital from above, humming with protective energy. + +Rivers of mana flowed naturally through the city like glowing streams, and transportation runes connected every major street and district, making the entire place a living, breathing haven. + +Max could feel it even from within the shuttle—the overwhelming density of mana in the air. It was at least ten times more potent than anything he had experienced before. Even those seated around him, including the other elite recruits, gasped at the majestic sight before them. + +This wasn’t just a city. It was a symbol. A fortress. A legacy. + +And now, it would be their home. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-673.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-673.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cfebacc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-673.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 667 - 1-star sector" +slug: "ch-673" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 673 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1335 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The void shuttle touched down gracefully on a wide, marble-paved landing platform at the edge of Ruler City. The hatch opened with a soft hiss, and one by one, the fifty recruits stepped out, their eyes wide as they took in the grandeur surrounding them. + +The mana in the air was so dense it almost felt tangible, like invisible threads brushing against their skin. Max stepped down as well, his senses heightened, his gaze scanning the towering structures and intricate formations etched into the city floor. + +But what caught his attention most were the people waiting for them. + +Lined up neatly in front of the platform stood a dozen figures, all clad in elegant robes marked with the insignia of the Great Ruler Empire. Their auras were sharp, composed, and overwhelmingly powerful. + +Max could immediately tell—they were stronger than the five elders he had met during the recruitment assessment. Their presence alone was enough to make some of the recruits tense up instinctively. + +They were likely high-ranking officials or instructors responsible for overseeing the new generation of Empire disciples. + +From the middle of the group, a smiling middle-aged man stepped forward. His black hair was slicked back, his face carried a warmth that made him approachable, but his eyes glinted with a sharpness that couldn’t be hidden. + +"Welcome to Ruler City," he said, his voice calm but authoritative. "I am Elder Henric. I’ll be escorting you to your assigned quarters. Follow me." + +Before anyone could respond, Lyra spoke up from behind. Her gaze swept across the group of recruits, but it lingered briefly—almost protectively—on Max. "Go ahead," she said. "If you’re needed, you’ll receive a notification through your holowatches." + +The recruits nodded obediently, a few of them casting glances back at the impressive void shuttle they had arrived in, before turning and falling in behind Elder Henric. + +Max followed in silence, his mind already processing the new environment, the unfamiliar auras around him, and the unknown future that awaited in this city of power. + +Once the recruits were far enough down the road, one of the robed figures standing beside Lyra turned to her with narrowed eyes. "I heard Thunder Monarch Hall interfered in the assessment," the elder asked, his tone low but edged with concern. + +Lyra didn’t seem fazed. Her red lips curled into a confident smile, and her arms crossed loosely over her chest. "They did," she said calmly. "Things could’ve gotten ugly... but we handled the situation just fine..." + +*** + +Meanwhile, the middle-aged man named Elder Henric walked ahead with an easy stride, leading the recruits through the bustling stone-paved streets of Ruler City. + +As they passed through the towering structures and training courtyards, he began explaining the city’s structure in a calm and knowledgeable tone, his voice carrying clearly despite the ambient hum of activity around them. + +"Ruler City," he said, glancing over his shoulder to ensure the recruits were listening, "is divided into five distinct sections. The first three are designated for the geniuses of our Great Ruler Empire. We call them the 1-star, 2-star, and 3-star Sectors. The sector you’re assigned to depends on your talent, contributions, and growth. Naturally, Heaven Grade geniuses—those at the peak of genius classification—are given residence within the 3-star Sector." + +His words made a few recruits glance at each other with subtle excitement and ambition. + +He continued as they turned a corner, where wide training grounds stretched on both sides and young geniuses sparred, meditated, or practiced their techniques in silence. + +"The fourth division of the city is called the Inner Sanctum," he said. "That is where the elders, deacons, and servants of the Great Ruler Empire live. Access to that area is limited and granted only to personnel or members who earn special permissions." + +As they neared a beautifully carved archway guarded by armored officials, Elder Henric’s tone lowered slightly with a note of reverence. "And the final part of the city is called Sovereign Peak. That is where the leaders and high officials of the Great Ruler Empire reside. It is the heart of Ruler City, the administrative and strategic command center. Only the highest-ranked individuals are allowed entry there." + +The recruits listened attentively as they followed him, their eyes scanning the bustling city with curiosity and awe. All around them, young geniuses, most of whom didn’t appear older than twenty-five, walked with confidence and pride.𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +Some were sparring in courtyards, others chatting on wide verandas or meditating beneath glowing elemental trees. It became quickly evident that this part of the city was designed specifically for the Empire’s future—young geniuses full of potential and purpose. + +There were very few middle-aged or elderly figures in sight, and even those few radiated an aura of guidance rather than dominance. This was a city built for growth, and as Max and the others took it all in, a sense of competitiveness, ambition, and excitement slowly bloomed within their hearts. + +"We have arrived at your living quarters," Elder Henric announced with a welcoming smile as they passed through a tall archway made of jade-colored stone, engraved with the glowing golden letters that read 1-Star Sector. + +Beyond the entrance, a wide path branched into smaller stone-paved walkways that wound through a garden-like area filled with flowering trees, meditation pavilions, and neat rows of elegant housing quarters. + +The buildings weren’t overly lavish, but they had a refined design and aura fitting for budding geniuses of a great empire. + +As they entered deeper into the sector, Elder Henric turned slightly and added with a more serious tone, "Currently, all of you are considered ordinary members of the 1-star section. This means you are allowed to live and train here, but your status is not yet that of a true 1-star genius." + +He paused and let the words sink in before continuing. "To be recognized officially as a 1-star genius of the Great Ruler Empire, you must undergo and pass a formal test. Only after succeeding in that test will you be granted the title, along with the privileges that come with it—access to deeper resources, personal guidance, and a voice in sector matters." + +The group of recruits nodded silently, though many of their eyes drifted toward Max, who stood a few steps behind Henric with a calm expression. + +Even though he hadn’t said a word, the knowledge that he had already been granted the status of a 1-star genius stirred quiet envy in the hearts of several recruits. + +Whispers and side glances followed him like shadows. Max, the white-haired youth who had effortlessly defeated two Master Rank opponents from the Thunder Monarch Hall, was already standing on a platform far above them. + +Some looked at him with admiration, others with barely hidden jealousy—but Max paid them no mind. His eyes were fixed forward, unfazed and resolute, already thinking about how to rise even higher from this point onward. + +"You should have been given a map of the 1-star sector along with your house keys in your holowatch," Elder Henric said, his calm voice carrying over the quiet murmurs of the new recruits. "Use them to navigate the 1-star sector and find your assigned residence. Each of you has a personal training chamber, a living quarter and a basic resource supply provided by the Great Ruler Empire. Don’t waste it. Learn the rules of the sector, train hard, and don’t bring disgrace to the Empire that has accepted you." + +His eyes swept over the group one final time, lingering briefly on Max—who stood calm and composed, still attracting wary glances from the other recruits—before turning away. "My task here is done," he added, his voice lighter now. + +And just like that, with a wave of his sleeve, his figure flickered and vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint ripple of mana in the air and fifty young geniuses standing in silence, holding their holowatches, some already tapping through the maps to locate their houses while others cast one final glance at Max before heading off in different directions. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-674.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-674.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c3606cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-674.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 668: Max’s Plan" +slug: "ch-674" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 674 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max tapped his holowatch a few times, and a soft hum followed as a detailed holographic map of the 1-star sector materialized above the watch’s surface. Lines, paths, and labels hovered in the air, glowing faintly. + +His eyes scanned through it quickly, and in seconds, he located his designated living quarter—only to realize it wasn’t anywhere near where the other recruits were currently gathered. In fact, it was quite far, situated deeper within the inner zone of the 1-star sector. + +’I guess this area is meant for the regular recruits of the 1-star sector,’ Max mused inwardly, observing how most of the others found their accommodations nearby. + +That only confirmed his suspicion. Unlike them, he had been granted the title of a 1-star genius directly—something the others still needed to earn. + +Without wasting any time, Max turned and began moving deeper into the sector, following the floating guidance of the map projected from his holowatch. + +Along the way, he passed through winding stone paths flanked by spiritual trees and training fields. Young geniuses were scattered all over—some practicing techniques, others just chatting. Whispers followed him like a low breeze. + +A few paused to stare in recognition, some raised their brows at his aura that showed only 8th level of Expert Rank, and a few even sneered with disdain. + +Max paid no mind to any of them. He had faced worse. Eventually, he reached his designated quarter—a modest yet elegant structure that looked simple on the outside, triangular in its architecture but spacious and sturdy in design. + +The walls were crafted with reinforced spirit wood and cloudstone tiles, and a faint protective array shimmered subtly around it. + +Max stepped inside the house and gently shut the door behind him. The silence that followed felt oddly comforting after the day’s chaos. + +The interior was far more spacious than he expected—clean stone walls infused with faint spirit energy, wooden floors polished to a warm sheen, and glowing spirit orbs embedded in the ceiling providing a calm white light. + +There was a simple but well-equipped kitchen in one corner, a wide training room sealed with soundproof runes, and a separate bedroom with a sturdy bed that looked far too inviting. + +Without a second thought, Max collapsed onto the bed, letting his body sink into its soft embrace. As his breathing steadied, his thoughts began to wander back to the promise he had made—an oath forged under the weight of responsibility, and sealed by a soul contract—with Lyra. + +"I have to reach the peak of Champion Rank at the very least in two years to stand a chance against the top geniuses of the Middle Domain... who’ll be at the peak of Legend Rank by then," he murmured to himself, eyes fixed on the ceiling. + +The gap in power was laughable—almost absurd. But Max had never been one to cower before the impossible. + +He began thinking seriously, planning step by step how to bridge the chasm between him and the titans of the domain. After a long silence filled only by the occasional hum of energy from the walls, he made a decision. + +"First, I need to break into Master Rank... and after that, I’ll head into the 2-star sector." + +That would be his immediate goal. Max understood one thing very clearly—even though the 1-star sector was already considered a place of privilege, it was far from being the best. It served as a broad entry point, accommodating a wide range of new recruits and ordinary geniuses who had barely scratched the surface of their potential. + +The resources here were decent, the living quarters comfortable, and the environment encouraging, but it lacked the intense atmosphere and elite pressure needed to truly bring out one’s peak. + +There were still the 2-star and 3-star sectors beyond this, realms of strengths that ordinary talents couldn’t even set foot in. Unlike the 1-star sector, where anyone accepted by the Great Ruler Empire could reside, the 2-star and 3-star regions operated under strict meritocracy. + +Only those officially recognized as 2-star geniuses or above had the qualifications to live there, train there, and access the superior techniques, secret realms, and personalized guidance those places offered. The line was sharp and absolute. + +It wasn’t just a matter of strength anymore. + +Max had already formed a solid plan—one that would push his strength through the roof in the fastest way possible. But for it to work, he had to first step into the 2-star sector. That wasn’t just a preference; it was a necessity. + +The 1-star section didn’t have the kind of missions, opportunities, or access to the high-level resources his plan demanded. His goal was to take on missions for the Great Ruler Empire, the kind that paid in mana stones rather than ordinary rewards. + +Back in the Lower Domain, the highest form of energy source was mana crystals. They were used extensively—fueling formations, powering tech artifacts, and serving as power source for teleportation runes. But they had their limits. + +Mana crystals were coarse, their energy mixed with impurities and not nearly potent enough to meet the requirements of someone like Max anymore. + +Mana stones, on the other hand, were something else entirely. They were a higher, more refined form of energy—pure, dense, and powerful. Max was confident that if he absorbed—or rather devoured—them using his ability, the amount of mana he’d gain would far surpass what he got from even high-rank beast cores. + +Of course, beast cores were still valuable, and Max didn’t plan to ignore them. But in terms of efficiency and raw output, mana stones were superior. That was why the plan revolved around one thing: doing mission after mission, racking up mana stones like crazy, and then feeding that power into himself until his strength soared.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +But again, that kind of opportunity didn’t exist in the 1-star sector. First, he had to prove he was more than just a fluke who beat two Thunder Monarch Hall recruits. He had to become a 2-star genius. Only then would the real training begin. + +Max believed—no, he knew—that if things went according to plan, he would end up with more mana stones than beast cores, and at much better rates too. + +In the world of Acaris, most beings—relied on beast cores to cultivate and increase the mana within their bodies. It was the standard method, the norm. Beast cores contained natural, beast-refined energy, and were directly absorbable for strengthening one’s foundation. + +Mana stones, on the other hand, were rarely used for cultivation. They were too pure, too volatile, and their energy too raw for ordinary ones to absorb safely. Instead, mana stones were primarily used in technical applications—powering formation arrays, fueling machinery, constructing void shuttles, and all sorts of complex mana-tech interfaces. + +Because of that, while beast cores were hoarded and hunted down relentlessly by the masses for personal use, mana stones remained relatively more available in the market, especially for someone with authority and access. + +And that was exactly where Max had the edge. Only he could devour mana stones to cultivate. His black flame ability didn’t discriminate. It swallowed everything—cores, stones, elemental forces—and converted it into usable mana for him. + +So his strategy was clean and focused: accept every possible mission under the Great Ruler Empire’s banner, rack up mission points, and trade them not for beast cores like everyone else, but for massive quantities of mana stones. + +That alone would allow him to grow at a rate no one else could match. It was bold, efficient, and unique to him. The path he was about to carve wasn’t just unconventional—it was unparalleled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-675.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-675.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9660e48 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-675.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 669: Another Sword Art" +slug: "ch-675" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 675 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1206 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The next day, Max made his way to the Empire Library, a vast structure standing at the heart of the Great Ruler Empire’s genius district. Despite its grand, ancient design—pillars of white stone, glimmering roofs shaped like a soaring phoenix—the Empire Library was not reserved for only the elites. + +It was one of the few common zones accessible to all genius members of the Great Ruler Empire, be they from the 1-star, 2-star, or 3-star sectors. + +Within its endless halls and floating platforms were millions of books, records and data crystals—collections of every known technique, art, cultivation path, and historical record found across the Middle Domain. + +From sword arts to runes formation, from ancient war tactics to interdimensional travel theories—this place held it all. But Max wasn’t here to read or broaden his knowledge. Not today. He had come for the reward that had been promised to him. + +When he was pulled out of the final round of the recruitment assessment, he had made one thing clear—he wanted the first place rewards. After all, if he had competed, no one could’ve taken that spot from him anyway. + +Initially, the five elders were reluctant. They weren’t ready to hand out elite resources so freely. But Lyra had spoken on his behalf. With a single statement, she shut down their hesitation—"If we’re taking him out for his own protection, then we should reward him like he already won." + +And that was the end of it. They unanimously agreed, and now Max stood at the front steps of the library to claim his due: one technique of his choosing, one treasure, one skill, and a chance to enter the legendary Conceptual Cave. + +Max stepped inside the Empire Library with calm confidence, his mind already made up about what he was looking for. A sword technique. Not just any technique, but one that could serve as his foundation when he couldn’t—or chose not to—use the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. + +That particular sword art, while incomparably powerful, was also complex beyond belief. Max would need a long time to break it down fully and reconstruct it in a way that aligned with his Concept of Severing Sword. + +He couldn’t afford to wait. He needed something practical, usable now, something he could grow with until the Sky Shattering Art was fully his. + +He also remembered the other sword art he’d obtained back in the Inheritance Hall of the Citadel—but he hadn’t even touched it yet. Right now, he needed to practice and polish his sword intent through repetition and variety, something only multiple techniques could offer. + +He walked slowly through the great marble-floored halls of the Empire Library, passing quiet rows of tables where other cultivators read in total silence. The air felt heavy, ancient, as if time moved slower in this place. Every footstep echoed softly through the chamber. + +Then, after climbing a wide staircase and passing beneath an archway engraved with glowing runes, Max entered the deeper, restricted section of the library. This was where the Empire stored its massive collection of techniques and skills. + +A vast hall opened before him—walls lined with floating jade slips, glowing shelves that stretched toward the high ceiling, and endless platforms layered on top of each other like a spiraling tower. This was the Technique Repository. + +A holographic interface appeared as Max stepped inside, glowing softly with welcome. "Please choose a category," it read. + +He selected the sword category and was instantly bombarded with hundreds of thousands of results—sword techniques from every corner of the Middle Domain, categorized by element, style, form, intent, and realm requirement. + +Max began browsing. He spent minutes combing through the database, picking up sword arts and skimming their essence. Some were elegant, dancing like wind; others were brutal, designed to kill in one strike. + +He saw fire sword arts that exploded on impact, ice sword techniques that froze the opponent’s blood with a graze, space sword arts that could tear rifts open. + +But what caught his attention most were the lightning sword techniques. There was something about the sharpness, the speed, the raw power of lightning that fit perfectly with his aggressive battle style and his Concept of Severing Sword. + +Eventually, his eyes landed on a technique that resonated with him the moment he read its name—"Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword." + +It was a Legendary Rank sword technique focused on high-speed slashes infused with lightning essence. The technique condensed lightning at the edge of the sword and unleashed strikes faster than sound, producing thunderclaps with each swing. + +It had nine forms in total, with each form being sharper, faster, and more devastating than the last. It wasn’t overwhelming in size or complexity, but in terms of practicality, it was perfect. + +Max selected it without hesitation. + +’This will do... for now,’ he thought to himself, gripping the technique book that stored the technique as he turned away, already planning how he would train it, refine it, and eventually use it as a stepping stone to temper his sword intent further. + +There was a clear reason why Max chose the lightning elemental sword art among the countless techniques stored in the Empire Library. It wasn’t just a random decision made on a whim—it was part of a deliberate plan he had built in his mind. + +Right now, he already possessed two sword techniques. One was the Severing Flow Sword Art, a basic but refined technique that aligned well with his Concept of Severing Sword. It wasn’t particularly powerful on its own, but its harmony with his concept made it a stable foundation and an excellent tool for tempering his sword intent. + +The second was Void Severance Slash, a technique that was anything but ordinary. It was space-elemental, and its true potential could only be drawn out when used by someone who comprehended both concept of sword and the concept of space—something Max had been working on tirelessly. + +And then there was the Crimson Burial Sword Art, the flame-elemental sword technique he had obtained from the Inheritance Hall of the Citadel. Though Max hadn’t begun practicing it yet, he could already tell it would require deep understanding of both the flame element and sword concept to fully master. + +With three sword arts under his belt—each aligned with different elements and requiring dual concept synergy—it became apparent to him that his arsenal lacked only one crucial piece: a lightning-element sword art. + +Lightning was one of his core elements, and yet he had no sword technique that truly drew upon its strength and nature. + +It felt like a hole in his toolkit, an imbalance in his elemental mastery. That’s why he had chosen the Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword without hesitation. It completed the circle. + +With this, he would have sword arts for flame, space, pure concept, and lightning—allowing him to switch between techniques depending on the battlefield, opponent, and elemental advantage. It was a decision not based on power alone, but on foresight, balance, and tactical growth. + +"Time to choose a skill," Max muttered to himself, his eyes drifting across the glowing shelves of the Empire Library’s skill repository. Unlike techniques, which dominated the minds and hearts of most experts in the Middle Domain, skills were viewed with a strange sort of indifference—especially by the experts. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-676.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-676.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..67b8168 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-676.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 670: Importance of Mastery of Skills" +slug: "ch-676" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 676 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1404 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +That wasn’t because they were weak. In fact, the opposite was true. Most skills had terrifying potential once they reached level 20. The problem, however, was just how incredibly difficult it was to push them that far. + +Raising a skill to level 20 was a monumental task, one that could take years or even decades, depending on its rank. Because of that, a common saying echoed through the halls of many forces alike: "In the time it takes to raise one skill to level 20, you could master five techniques instead." + +Max had felt this sentiment deeply, especially after seeing how geniuses like Silus and Elias fought. During both their battles, neither of them had used any skills. They relied purely on techniques, concepts, inheritance and overwhelming force. + +That fact had puzzled him at first—after all, didn’t they have access to the best resources in the Middle Domain? Shouldn’t they possess extraordinary skills? But it was only after reading the diary of the Old Saintess that the puzzle had clicked into place. + +She had written about how Legendary Rank skills, while powerful, were seldom pursued to the end. Most people simply didn’t have the luxury of time when constant breakthroughs and survival dictated their pace. Investing years into a single skill that might never reach its peak was a gamble most didn’t dare take. + +And yet there was one big reason that made people looked away from the skills. + +The true power of a Legendary Rank skill, as Max had come to understand, could only shine up to the peak of the Master Rank. Beyond that point, the difference in strength between each rank grew so vast that the enhancements provided by even the best Legendary Rank skills simply couldn’t keep up. + +It was like trying to use a bucket to contain a flood—no matter how refined the bucket, it wasn’t enough. + +Once an expert stepped into the Champion Rank and beyond, those once-reliable skills became increasingly irrelevant in direct combat. At that stage only a skill at level 100 mastery could show its true prowess but achieving that was next to impossible. + +The only kind of skill that could potentially retain its value beyond the Master Rank aside from increasing level mastery to level 100 was a mythical Demigod Rank skill, but those were so rare and mysterious that most believed they were nothing more than ancient rumors passed down through fragmented scrolls and half-erased monuments. + +Because of this reality, experts in the Middle Domain rarely bothered with skills at all—at least not for combat purposes. If they did learn any, it was usually something supportive—healing skills, barrier formations, or special utility-based skills meant to assist in travel, concealment, or survival. + +It was simply a matter of practicality. In a world where raw power decided life or death, skills that couldn’t scale with one’s rank were viewed as inefficient detours on the path to true strength. + +Max took a deep breath, letting his thoughts settle as he made his way into the skill section of the Empire Library. Compared to the sword techniques area, this section felt far more silent, almost desolate—clearly reflecting how underappreciated skills had become in the Middle Domain. + +But Max wasn’t discouraged. His mind was clear. "From my experience, only a skill at level 100 mastery could keep up with one’s own strength," he muttered under his breath, recalling how his every skill—once weak—became devastating when its mastery rose. + +He believed firmly that even if the world dismissed skills, it was only because they didn’t have the means to truly master them. If a Legendary Rank skill could reach level 100 in mastery, then its power would easily rival many techniques, and it would be molded perfectly to the user’s strength. + +With that mindset, he scanned the towering shelves filled with skill scrolls, most sealed behind transparent energy layers. Each shelf shimmered with faint golden light, and the further in he walked, the thicker the pressure became—proof that stronger and rarer skills were stored deeper inside. + +Max’s eyes flickered over hundreds of combat skills—fists, kicks, roars, even elemental burst attacks—but he was searching for something unique, something versatile, something with potential. + +Finally, his gaze landed on an aged black scroll locked behind a reinforced barrier with an ancient plaque beneath it that read: "Phantom Devour Claw – Legendary Rank Combat Skill." Its description mentioned high compatibility with energy-devouring abilities, extreme close-range lethality, and the ability to tear through both matter and energy when the skill was mastered beyond level 50. + +Max’s eyes gleamed. This was it. A perfect match for his fighting style and black flames. Without hesitation, he placed his hand on the barrier. The scroll floated into his palm, and in that moment, Max knew—he had found the one skill worth mastering to level 100. + +But beyond that was an endgame level difficulty. + +"Upgrading a Legendary Rank skill beyond the Limitbreaker Realm to the Demigod Rank seems like an impossible task at the moment," Max muttered, his voice tinged with frustration and contemplation. + +It had been a long while since all his skills had broken past the standard boundaries of Legendary Rank and entered the Limitbreaker Realm—a stage achieved only by surpassing level 100 mastery. Yet, ever since they had reached that threshold, it was as though they had slammed into an invisible wall. + +No matter how hard he trained, how long he stayed in the Dimension of Time to compress years into hours, nothing had changed. The skills remained at a standstill—refusing to evolve, no matter the effort. He hadn’t slacked. He hadn’t neglected their practice. + +In fact, every time he entered his dimension, he would cycle through his training with each skill, refining them, testing them, and experimenting with how far he could push their limits. But it was clear now—this stagnation wasn’t a matter of dedication or time. It was a matter of boundaries. + +"It seems like Demigod Rank is a major boundary," Max muttered again, his brows furrowed as he thought it through. From everything he had gathered, he was beginning to believe that Demigod Rank wasn’t simply the next step on the ladder—it was a different world entirely. + +If Legendary Rank represented the absolute peak of mortal comprehension and mastery, then Demigod Rank must lie in a space between the mortal and the divine. A liminal state that belonged neither here nor there. + +And that would explain why the advancement was so slow—so impossible. It was like trying to drag a mortal soul toward divinity without the proper key. The weight of understanding settled in his chest like a stone. + +No wonder no one talked about Demigod Rank skills. If such a thing existed, they were no longer just skills—they were transcendence given form. And Max realized now, until he could step half a foot into that divine domain himself, his skills would remain where they were... at the edge of something beyond his current reach. + +"I guess I simply lack the power to wield a Demigod Rank skill," Max muttered with a quiet sigh, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and understanding. + +He had come to terms with it—not all doors could be forced open. Some had to be unlocked with time, strength, and growth. + +Shaking his head slightly, he turned and made his way toward the exit of the Empire Library. The grand structure, filled with ancient knowledge and priceless techniques, had a strict protocol: entry through one gate, exit through another. It was a rule, clearly enforced, and no one dared to question it. + +As he neared the designated exit, Max found himself standing before a long, rune-etched desk manned by a calm-looking woman in robes of silver and blue. In front of her was a crystalline device that glowed faintly with a golden hue—used for registering and exchanging items taken from the library for PQs. + +There was a small line where geniuses were standing waiting for their turns. + +It was here all official transactions were finalized. + +Max didn’t know much but he understood something about PQ as it was mentioned in the diary given to him by Old Saintess. + +PQ—short for Primordial Quartz—was the most widely accepted currency in the Middle Domain. It could be used to buy techniques, weapons, pills, or even hire experts if needed. As long as one had enough PQ, there were very few things in the Middle Domain they couldn’t obtain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-677.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-677.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..01e97cc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-677.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 671: Being Robbed in Broad Daylight" +slug: "ch-677" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 677 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1240 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After waiting in line for several minutes, Max finally stepped forward as the line in front of him thinned out. The woman at the desk glanced up as he approached and reached for the two items he had chosen. + +She carefully scanned the titles engraved in ancient script on their bindings—Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword, a sword technique pulsing faintly with thunderous energy, and Black Devouring Claw, a fearsome combat skill that seemed to radiate a dark, consuming aura. Her fingers danced swiftly across the crystal console in front of her before she looked up. + +"Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword technique and Black Devouring Claw skill... a total of seven hundred PQs," she said in a calm, measured tone. + +Max gave a faint nod, unfazed by the price. He raised his hand and tapped a few times on his holowatch. Instantly, a circular pattern resembling a digital QR code emerged in the air, composed of countless tiny floating runes spinning slowly in a clockwise motion. + +The woman arched an eyebrow slightly, clearly recognizing this as a high-grade transaction pattern—something only used by individuals whose accounts were verified at the top level or a one time transaction pattern she had seen on many geniuses. + +Without a word, she held up a sleek silver scanner and passed it over the circular code. The scanner beeped once and flashed green. + +"Transaction verified. You’re good to go," she said with a polite smile that softened her otherwise expressionless face. + +Max nodded without saying anything. He tucked the two scrolls under his arm, turned around, and walked steadily toward the specialized exit gate of the Empire Library. + +In the Great Ruler Empire, nothing came free—not techniques, not skills, not even treasures. Everything had a price, and that price was PQ, the common currency used throughout the entire Middle Domain. + +Whether one desired to obtain a powerful technique or purchase a rare artifact, all that mattered was having enough PQ. This system of exchange ensured order and value, allowing every resource to circulate among those worthy enough to earn it. + +But the real challenge wasn’t spending PQ—it was earning it. And for most, the primary path to accumulating PQ was by completing missions issued by the Great Ruler Empire itself. + +The Great Ruler Domain, which comprised nearly twenty vast and diverse regions surrounding the Greenwood Region, was immense. + +With such size came endless responsibilities. Countless towns, cities, and provinces operated under the empire’s influence, and naturally, countless problems arose every day—ranging from rogue beasts and bandits to disputes, resource guarding, and border patrols. + +To maintain control and ensure peace, the empire regularly issued missions across the entire domain. These missions served a dual purpose: they helped the empire govern its territory efficiently, and they also trained the young geniuses under its banner, sharpening their skills and testing their resolve in real-world situations. + +But not every mission could be taken by just anyone. The missions themselves were categorized into 1-star, 2-star, and 3-star levels—mirroring the star rankings of the geniuses within the empire. + +A 1-star genius could only accept 1-star missions, no matter how strong they believed themselves to be. This ranking system ensured that geniuses wouldn’t bite off more than they could chew, and it kept competition fierce. + +Advancement through these ranks was not just a matter of pride; it directly affected one’s ability to grow stronger, gather PQ, and rise through the empire’s hierarchy. + +And that was where the true value of star status came into play—more than just a title, it was the key to resources, power, and progression. + +After Max walked out of the Empire Library, the warm sunlight greeted him—but so did an unpleasant surprise. + +Before he could take more than a few steps, three young men appeared from the side of the grand staircase and casually blocked his path. They weren’t in a rush, nor were they trying to hide their presence. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took a glance at them. Peak of Master Rank—all three. He could tell by the stable flow of mana around their bodies and the faint oppressive aura they carried, like wolves circling prey. + +One of them, a tall man with narrow eyes and a cold expression, stepped forward. "Are you the new member who apparently not only got the status of a 1-star genius but also got the privilege to take any one technique, skill, and a treasure? Max Morgan?" His voice was sharp, almost impatient. + +Max raised his brow, slightly surprised but composed, and gave a simple nod. "Yeah, I’m that person." + +Another of the trio, shorter but broader in frame and with a mocking smirk, chuckled. "Good. Great Ruler Empire might seem like a safe place, but let me give you a piece of advice—if you don’t have enough strength, you won’t even know when or how you’ll die." His tone was light, but the threat beneath it was crystal clear. + +Then he gestured to himself and his companions. "We follow Danzun—ranked number 10 in the 1-star rankings. Thanks to that, we don’t need to worry about anything in the 1-star sector. Nobody dares mess with us. And today, you’re in luck. We’re offering you the same protection." + +His grin widened as he leaned in slightly. "Just give us the one-time transaction code for the reward you claimed. In return, you’ll be protected under Danzun’s name. Simple deal, right?" + +Max stared at them for a moment, stunned not by the threat but by the sheer audacity. They were trying to rob him in broad daylight, right outside the Empire Library, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Worse, they acted like they were doing him a favor—as if he was supposed to be grateful for this so-called offer. + +"What the hell?! Are you guys stupid or what?!" Max suddenly blurted out, laughing out loud as if he’d just heard the best joke of his life. There was no trace of fear or hesitation in his voice—just genuine amusement. + +The situation struck him as so absurd, so laughably pathetic, that he couldn’t help but burst into a chuckle. These three thought they were doing him a favor by robbing him iHeaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword protection? + +It was ridiculous. But his laughter didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, the little commotion immediately began drawing attention. + +More and more members of the 1-star sector who had been nearby turned to look at the scene unfolding just outside the Empire Library. Murmurs quickly filled the air. + +"Yet another newbie is being preyed on by Garp, Hank, and Lewis." + +"They’re the worst trio in the 1-star sector, always using Danzun’s name to extort new members." + +"Well, what can anyone do? Danzun is ranked tenth in the 1-star rankings. No one wants to offend someone that high up." + +"Top ten in the rankings are all monsters. You go against one and you’re signing your death sentence." + +"Poor guy. He’s just 8th level of Expert Rank. How long do you think he’ll last here before they drain him dry?" + +Voices whispered all around, and most of them held a tone of pity. Some even looked at Max as if already mourning the fate he was bound to suffer—just another fresh recruit to be bullied, stripped of everything, and left broken by the unspoken hierarchy of the 1-star sector. + +It had happened before. It would happen again. In their eyes, Max was simply the next name on that long, miserable list. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-678.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-678.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d899f8e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-678.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 672: Training in Sword Arts" +slug: "ch-678" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 678 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Max, we are doing this for your own good!" Garp shouted, his tone growing sharp with frustration as Max’s laughter rang out, echoing in the open space outside the Empire Library. + +The smug confidence on Max’s face was clearly getting under their skin. "By coming under the banner of Danzun, nobody can bully you. You’ll be protected. Do you even understand the kind of opportunity this is?" + +Max’s sneer was cold, almost mocking. His red-pink eyes, sharp as blades, glanced over the trio with pure disdain. + +He wasn’t impressed—not by their words, not by their posturing, and definitely not by the name they kept throwing around like it was a divine shield. "Danzun? What Danzun?" he replied, casually brushing past them, not even bothering to give the name weight. "Never heard of him." + +Then he paused mid-step, turned his head slightly, and spoke flatly, "Now, if you three can step aside, I’ve got things to do." + +That single sentence hit harder than a slap. Hank’s expression twisted into a sneer, eyes narrowing dangerously as the tension in the air grew thick. He exchanged a look with Garp and Lewis, and all three took a step forward in sync. + +"Kid..." Hank said slowly, his voice dropping to a low growl, "what we were doing was for your own good, but since you don’t want it—then it’s even better." + +The air grew heavier, crackling faintly as the three Master Rank geniuses prepared to teach the new recruit a lesson. + +Hank’s lips curled with a hint of excitement. "Brothers, it’s been a while since someone in the 1-star sector dared to go against us. Let’s remind him what kind of place this is." + +The crowd watching from the sidelines held their breath. They had seen it before—those who resisted, those who thought they could stand tall—only to be crushed under the heel of Danzun’s dogs. + +Lewis smiled eerily, his eyes gleaming with cruelty as he cracked his knuckles. "Let me teach him a lesson!" he said, and without waiting for agreement, dashed forward like a blur, his fist raised high. + +He didn’t even consider using a weapon. In his mind, there was no need—Max was just an Expert Rank, a nobody. One punch was all it would take. + +Max didn’t move. He didn’t dodge. Instead, he calmly stepped forward and raised his own fist, meeting Lewis head-on. + +Crack! + +The sound of bone snapping echoed like thunder, and the next instant, Lewis’s scream tore through the air, loud and sharp like a pig being butchered. His body was blown backwards, crashing hard into the stone pavement. His right arm bent at an unnatural angle, bones clearly broken and twisted, his expression contorted in agony. + +Garp and Hank’s expressions changed instantly. "How dare you!" they shouted, their faces twisted with fury. + +Their weapons appeared in a flash—Garp drew a sword wreathed in flames, while Hank summoned a long spear wrapped in howling wind. With violent momentum, they charged at Max, their Concept-infused weapons gleaming with lethal power. + +Max’s eyes flashed coldly. He clenched his right fist again, and before either of them could blink, he dashed forward and punched twice—once at each of them. + +Bam! Bam! + +Both Garp and Hank were launched like ragdolls, their weapons flying from their hands. Their bodies rolled across the ground in ragged arcs, bouncing and skidding before coming to a painful stop. Groans escaped their mouths as they writhed on the ground, stunned, dazed, and humiliated. + +Max stepped forward, his eyes glowing faintly as he released a wave of oppressive aura from his green Soul. His voice was low, but it cut through the silence like a blade. "I warn you... don’t come after me again." + +The two could only nod frantically, faces pale, cold sweat pouring down their backs. They didn’t even dare to speak. + +Max turned and walked away without another word, his back straight, his footsteps calm and unhurried. The crowd watching the scene stood frozen, their eyes wide in disbelief, mouths agape. No one expected that result. + +The supposed victim had turned into a monster before their very eyes—and just like that, Max vanished from view, leaving behind three defeated peak Master Rank geniuses and a stunned, silent street. + +*** + +Back in his house, Max didn’t waste a single moment. The door had barely shut behind him when he entered his Dimension of Time. + +He knew that leveling up to Master Rank would require not only strength but also time and refinement, and so he made a decision—to sharpen his blade first. + +Specifically, he focused on two techniques he hadn’t practiced a bit yet: the Crimson Burial Sword Art, a flame-element sword art brimming with destructive elegance, and the Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword, a lightning-element sword art that roared with raw, unrestrained speed. + +He hadn’t practiced either of them yet, but now, surrounded by the calm timelessness of his personal realm, he committed himself entirely to mastering them. + +Days turned into a week within that space, and by the time he emerged from his relentless training, both sword techniques had reached Perfection Stage, their forms etched deep into his muscle memory and soul. + +The fierce blaze of Crimson Burial danced through his strikes, while Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword crackled with blinding ferocity. + +At the same time, he worked on improving the Phantom Devour Claw, his newly acquired combat skill. Though it was a Legendary Rank skill, its growth was agonizingly slow—expected, given its tier and his own requirements. Still, he pushed it to level 30, knowing that every level would make it that much deadlier. + +Even for someone like Max, who had access to a time-accelerated dimension, Legendary Rank skills remained a grind. But he didn’t mind. Every drop of effort was an investment into the goal that burned within him—to rise to the very top. + +"Now, I’ve learned everything I have in my arsenal aside from the Star Flame Art," Max muttered as he walked through the quiet halls of his house. His mind was calm, his aura restrained, but within, a storm of determination brewed. + +The Star Flame Art—the final technique he had yet to grasp—required a very unique condition to train. Unlike ordinary flame arts, it drew power not from worldly flames, but from the energy of distant stars scattered across the vast skies of space. + +Only in places saturated with star energy, where celestial power bled naturally into the atmosphere, could one hope to comprehend and wield that technique. And unfortunately, he hadn’t yet found such a place. + +Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside and focused on the more pressing matter at hand. "Now, all that remains is to level up to Master Rank," he said, his voice low with resolve. + +In the past month, despite his progress, he had only advanced two levels just before the recruitment assessment of the Great Ruler Empire, bringing him closer but still far from the threshold of a breakthrough.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +8th level of Expert Rank. + +And he could feel it—the wall. That silent, invisible wall that every expert hit before leaping into a new major realm. "Should I use my privilege of entering the Conceptual Cave for a session in the Mana Condensed Pool?" he mused aloud. + +He wanted to exchange his privilege to enter the Conceptual Cave for Mana Condensed Pool. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-679.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-679.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..737585a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-679.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 673: An Opportunity by Lyra" +slug: "ch-679" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 679 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1269 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +In the Great Ruler Empire, the Mana Condensed Pool was more than just a luxury—it was a necessity for every genius striving to level up to higher ranks. + +It was one of the most coveted training grounds in the entire Great Ruler Empire. Reserved for true geniuses, it offered what few other places could—pure, undiluted, heavily compressed mana, almost in liquid form. + +It was so concentrated that even the most stubborn bottlenecks could be shattered with focused effort and enough time within the pool. But such a resource came at a steep price—1000 PQ per hour, a cost that only the most determined or desperate could afford. + +While ordinary mana could be absorbed during training, it often lacked the density and purity required to make significant progress, especially when one approached the wall separating major ranks. + +The Mana Condensed Pool, however, was built precisely for that purpose. The mana within it wasn’t just dense—it was condensed to the point where it flowed like thick mist, rich with power and perfectly aligned for absorption. + +Every drop was like a surge of raw energy, refined and potent enough to pierce through bottlenecks that might otherwise take years to overcome. That was why experts from all over the Great Ruler Empire flocked to it, using the PQ they had earned—often through blood, sweat, and dangerous missions—to buy precious hours within its walls. + +For them, PQ wasn’t just currency; it was the ticket to advancement. Whether it was stepping from Master Rank to Champion, or crossing the difficult chasm into Legend Rank, the pool was the place where geniuses made their leaps. + +It had become a common and accepted part of life within the Empire. Every genius knew—when the time came to make a major breakthrough, you went to the Mana Condensed Pool. There was no shame in it. Only results mattered. And in the Great Ruler Empire, results were everything. + +Just when Max was about to make up his mind about using his privilege to enter the Mana Condensed Pool, his holowatch suddenly beeped, drawing his attention. + +Curious, he tapped the interface and saw a message from Lyra. + +It was short but direct: [What level of strength you currently have?] + +Max frowned slightly, puzzled by the sudden question. ’Why is she asking this?’ he wondered, unsure of her motive. + +But after a brief pause, he decided to be honest. They had a mutual goal—after all, they were both tied by the oath to win the next Divine Mandate Grand Tournament. + +There was no reason to hide anything from her. So he typed back calmly, "I can defeat someone at the 2nd level of Champion Rank if I give it my all." + +It didn’t take long before her reply came back: [Good! I have an opportunity for you to level up to Master Rank in one direct swoop. Meet me at the entrance of the 1-star section tomorrow.] + +Max blinked, then smiled wide. "An opportunity to level up to Master Rank?" he muttered, a surge of excitement rushing through his veins. + +Just moments ago, he had been seriously considering using his privilege for an hour in the Mana Condensed Pool, gambling everything for a breakthrough. He had been desperate for progress. + +But now, unexpectedly, Lyra had thrown him a rope. Not just a rope—but a shortcut, and one that came without him having to burn any PQ or privileges. With a faint chuckle and renewed determination burning in his eyes, Max leaned back, his mind already preparing for tomorrow. + +"Good." Max exhaled softly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He was truly relieved. + +Although just moments ago he had been on the verge of using his one-time privilege to enter the Conceptual Cave and trade it for access to the Mana Condensed Pool, there had been a nagging hesitation in his heart. + +The Conceptual Cave wasn’t just any training ground—it was revered as one of the greatest, if not the greatest, sacred grounds under the banner of the Great Ruler Empire. It was a place where comprehension of concepts, something even the most gifted experts struggled to improve, could be elevated in a miraculous way. + +The environment inside the cave somehow amplified clarity, inspired breakthroughs, and helped cultivators push past mental blocks that might otherwise take years to overcome. + +The chance of elevating a concept from one level to the next was higher there than anywhere else in the entire Middle Domain. That was why Max felt hesitant to trade that opportunity for something like a breakthrough to Master Rank—even if it was urgent. + +And now, with Lyra offering him a separate opportunity to achieve that breakthrough, Max felt like the luck were still on his side. He could save the Conceptual Cave for something even more important—his comprehension of concepts. + +He had already formed a long-term plan for that. He would wait until all his concepts had reached the advanced stage of level 2, and then he would step into the Conceptual Cave. If everything aligned, he might just walk out with every one of them pushed to level 3. + +That was the kind of future he was chasing—and he wasn’t about to throw it away in haste. + +"There is still like half a day left," Max muttered under his breath, determination glinting in his eyes as he slowly stepped into his Dimension of Time. + +With so much on his plate, he couldn’t afford to let even a second go to waste. He decided to devote the remaining time to honing the light-based abilities of his Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline—a powerful ability he hadn’t fully explored yet. + +Inside the Dimension, time flowed differently. It was the perfect place for focused, accelerated training. His body moved with precision as he unleashed beam after beam of sacred light, each strike more refined than the last. He practiced until the energy around him glowed in harmony with his will. + +When the next day arrived, Max emerged from his Dimension of Time, refreshed and a step closer to mastering his bloodline’s brilliance. At the break of dawn, he made his way to the entrance of the 1-star sector, just as Lyra had instructed. + +The early morning chill brushed against his skin, but his heart was steady with anticipation. He waited silently, watching the sun rise slowly above the rooftops, bathing the city in golden hues. Time passed. + +It wasn’t until a full hour later that Lyra finally appeared. But she wasn’t alone. Walking beside her was an elderly man, dressed in simple but refined robes, with small white hair and white beard. + +The moment Max laid eyes on him, a chill shot down his spine. There was something deeply unsettling about the way the man looked at him—not with menace, but with piercing clarity, like a scalpel peeling away every layer of his being. It felt like all his secrets, all his fears, all his potential were laid bare before those ancient eyes. + +More than that, the pressure. It was suffocating. Max’s breath hitched. His body tensed instinctively, every muscle alert. It felt like the very air around him had turned solid. He was no stranger to strength—he’d fought powerful foes before—but this was something else entirely. + +This wasn’t just strength. It was presence. The kind that only a being who stood above mortals could possess. + +’Divine Rank!’ Max’s heart pounded as realization struck him like lightning. ’This person... he must be in the Divine Rank.’ Only someone who had transcended the mortal boundaries of power could make someone like Max—who had battled his way through countless dangers—feel like a mere ant beneath their gaze. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-68.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-68.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dde991e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-68.md @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 68: Flame Aura" +slug: "ch-68" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 68 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1276 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Alright, I have decided what to do," Max resolved. After thinking for a long time, he had come to a decision. + +Since the Blade Family had set their sights on him, he would stay in the Phoenix Order guild until he was strong enough to defend himself against them. + +While staying in the guild, he would act like any other guild member, contributing to the guild while also searching for clues related to his sister. He believed that he would at least find something about her whereabouts or the full truth of the matter. + +With that problem sorted out, Max pondered whether to reveal his strength or hide his identity. + +Continue your saga on empire + +’Since Sophia, the master of the Arcane Order department, already knows about my true strength—that I can kill those at level 10 while still being at level 6—there’s no need to hide my identity,’ Max thought. Apart from her, Alice, Amy, and all those in the Inner Circle of the Phoenix Order’s branch knew about his strength, so there was no point in hiding his face. + +"Also, if I want the Phoenix Order guild to trust me, I’ll have to show them what I can offer," Max mused, considering his plans for the future. + +Having sorted everything out, Max left Phoenix City and arrived back at his house. He went inside the training chamber and noticed several training equipment, from dummies to weights. + +’It’s large, and that’s all that matters,’ Max thought, noticing that the training chamber was spacious enough for him to perform his skills. + +Satisfied with the training chamber, Max sat down cross-legged and took out the purple lantern. "I unknowingly became the master of this lantern last time when the speck of flame entered my blood and joined with the purple flames," he thought, looking at the purple flames blazing inside the lantern. + +Curious, he checked its status. + +--- + +[Lantern of Purple Death] + +– Rank: Legendary + +– Master: Max Voidwalker + +– Description: This ancient and malevolent artifact emits a ghostly purple glow that pulses with the energy of death itself. The lantern’s flame is said to be fueled by the souls of the fallen, and its light brings despair and destruction to all who stand against its wielder. + +--- + +"It’s a Legendary Rank artifact!" Max silently exclaimed. He hadn’t expected the lantern he unknowingly stole to be of such high rank. + +"Lionheart Guild must have suffered a heavy loss," he chuckled, wondering if they knew he had joined the Phoenix Order guild. Would they send someone to take the lantern back? + +"But it doesn’t matter. Since I’m the master of this artifact, I can summon it from anywhere," Max smiled and calmed himself. + +He took a deep breath and cleared his distracted thoughts. ’Time to use this lantern.’ + +Controlling the purple flames within the lantern, Max guided them to float gracefully around him. They swirled like a gentle breeze, forming a mesmerizing ring of purple fire that encircled him, casting an ethereal glow in all directions. + +The lantern floated steadily in front of Max as he focused all his attention on the flames dancing around him. The gentle flicker of the purple flames seemed to resonate with his thoughts, pulling him into a profound state of comprehension. + +Slowly but surely, he began to grasp the essence of the flame aura, its energy flowing through him as if it were an extension of his own soul. + +At that moment, Max unconsciously slipped into the Dimension of Time within his mind. Inside this realm, time unraveled infinitely, allowing him to delve into the essence of the Flame Aura. + +At first, he felt the searing heat of the flames, but instead of discomfort, he found familiarity. He could sense the subtle variations in temperature, each carrying a distinct purpose and potential. This was the heat of flames, the raw power that could destroy or nurture depending on its wielder’s intent. + +As days turned into years within the Dimension of Time, Max delved deeper. He began to comprehend the basics of flames—how they were born from a spark, fueled by energy, and sustained by oxygen. He saw their chaotic dance, their hunger for life, and their duality as both creators and destroyers. + +Then came the fundamentals. Max’s mind unraveled the very nature of combustion, the balance of heat, fuel, and air. He understood the energy that ignited flames and how they evolved, intensifying into destructive infernos or soft, guiding lights. + +He realized how emotions and will could influence the shape, temperature, and power of flames, turning them into a direct expression of his soul. + +Years passed in his comprehension, and when he finally opened his eyes, only mere hours had gone by in the real world. The purple flames surrounding him now pulsed with a depth of understanding that was unmatched. They burned not just with heat but with purpose—a reflection of Max’s mastery over their essence. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for comprehending Flame Aura.] + +’It was harder than I expected. It took me 10 years to understand Flame Aura,’ Max thought as he put away the purple lantern. + +Opening his status, he gave it a quick glance. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Novice] + +– Level: 6 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 7 + +– Soul: 7.2 + +– Energy: 11 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Bullets (Lvl-40), Intermediate Sword Arts (Lvl-1), Super Dash (Lvl-1), Barrage Strike (Lvl-1), Flame Creation (Lvl-100), Molten Coating (Lvl-1), Omni Guard (Lvl-1), Wind Float (Lvl-1)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1), Flame Aura (Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +--- + +’Now I know that to comprehend a Concept, one must first master the Aura,’ Max thought, wondering how he should go about increasing the levels of his Sword Aura and Flame Aura. + +He had noticed that comprehending Sword Aura in the Dimension of Time was useless, no matter how much time he spent on it. He just couldn’t increase the level of Sword Aura. + +"It seems that if I get the chance, I’ll have to ask Master Sophia about this problem of mine," Max pondered. This was also one of the reasons he decided to stay in the Phoenix Order—they had resources to cultivate Auras and transform them into Concepts. + +’But I can do something new with the Flame Aura,’ he thought excitedly as a small blue glowing sword, the size of his hand, floated atop his fingers. + +Max fixed his unwavering gaze on the sword in his hand, his entire focus poured into it. Gradually, tiny sparks of flame began to shimmer along the blade’s surface, flickering like embers stirred by a gentle breeze. + +Each spark crackled softly before flaring into small, vibrant flames that momentarily danced with life. Yet, just as they ignited, they would falter and fade, vanishing into thin wisps of smoke. + +’It seems I need to practice a lot before I can fully ignite my swords,’ Max thought, sighing. He could easily cover his sword with flames using his Infernal Coating skill, but to ignite something made from a skill was much more difficult. + +Beep! + +Just then, his holowatch glowed with a green color. + +Max checked and saw that it was a message from Alice. + +’She wouldn’t be suspicious of me, would she, after finding that no such person exists who I asked her to find?’ Max thought as he checked the message. + +[Meet me at the Ember Heart Hall in 5 minutes.] + +Max sighed upon seeing the message. ’I hope it’s not anything about me.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-680.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-680.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a67f2b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-680.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 674: Mana Pool Again!" +slug: "ch-680" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 680 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1414 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Max, this is the First Elder of our Great Ruler Empire. Elder Drew," Lyra said calmly, her voice steady and respectful as she gestured toward the white-haired man standing beside her. + +Max’s expression tightened instinctively. He bowed slightly, unsure if that was the proper etiquette when addressing someone of Divine Rank, but it was the best show of respect he could offer without humiliating himself. "Elder Drew," he said, his tone neither too loud nor too soft, carrying the weight of humility. + +The old man’s gaze swept over Max without much expression, but it was enough to make Max feel like his soul had been examined.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +"Lyra," Elder Drew said solemnly, turning his head toward her. "You say he’s promising, but are you sure he’ll be of any use in our current matter?" + +Lyra didn’t hesitate for even a breath. "Elder Drew, you know me well. I never commit to anything unless I have a hundred percent confidence in the outcome." + +Elder Drew let out a soft, resigned sigh, the kind that carried decades of weariness. "I know," he said slowly. "And I also know you’re the type who enjoys dancing on the edge of risk, no matter how great or small the stakes." + +"Elder Drew, I’m not asking you to gamble on him. I’m telling you—he’s the right one." Her tone was firm, unshakable, filled with conviction. + +Another sigh escaped the old man’s lips, this one a little longer, a little heavier. "If I didn’t believe that, I wouldn’t have come here at all." His eyes drifted back to Max, studying him one last time, as if searching for some hidden spark others might overlook. Then he turned slightly, locking eyes with Lyra again, before giving a quiet nod. + +"Let’s go then," Elder Drew said simply, and the next moment, his figure vanished from sight like a breeze dispersing into the morning mist, leaving behind a faint trace of divine pressure in the air. + +Max blinked, still slightly overwhelmed by the presence of the old man. But his curiosity was stronger than his awe. + +"What happened? And what is this opportunity you spoke of?" Max asked, his tone casual, as if speaking to an old friend rather than one of the highest-ranked individuals in the Great Ruler Empire. + +He had long since stopped pretending formality with Lyra. Perhaps it was because of how they met, or maybe it was because of the silent understanding they shared. + +Either way, if someone else in the Empire witnessed him talking so casually to the second princess, their jaw would’ve hit the ground in disbelief. Most would think he was either crazy—or someone of equal standing to her. + +Lyra didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she took out a small metallic device and pressed a button. A moment later, a sleek, silver void shuttle materialized in front of them, humming softly with a bluish glow at its base. + +"Sit," she said without turning around, her voice calm and composed. "I’ll explain everything on the way." + +Max nodded and stepped inside, following closely behind. The shuttle’s interior was lavish yet efficient, lined with mana-stabilized panels and seats designed for high-speed travel across the domains. + +Once they were both settled, Lyra tapped a few commands into the dashboard. The shuttle hovered for a second above the 1-star sector before a sudden surge of light enveloped it. In a blink, it turned into a beam of radiance and shot through the sky, disappearing from the Great Ruler City like a comet streaking across the horizon. + +Max leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the city vanish from view. His heart beat with anticipation. Whatever this "opportunity" was—if it involved a Divine Rank expert personally—then it was definitely not something ordinary. + +As the void shuttle sliced through the skies like a blade of light, Lyra finally began to speak, her voice steady and calm as she explained the situation to Max. + +"This opportunity I mentioned... it’s not something that was planned," she said, her eyes gazing at the horizon as if recalling the events that led to this moment. "A few weeks ago, some members of the Great Ruler Empire, during one of their long-range missions, stumbled upon a very rare discovery—a hundred-year-old mana pool hidden deep within an ungoverned wilderness outside our territory. It wasn’t in the Great Ruler Domain, which means it’s beyond our official authority. The cave where the mana pool was found is in the Bluewind Region." + +Max listened carefully, processing each word. Bluewind Region. He’d heard the name before. It was one of those chaotic, free-for-all regions not ruled by any of the seven overlord-level forces of the world. Independent, lawless in parts, and extremely dangerous. + +"But," Lyra continued, her tone shifting slightly, "the problem is, our members weren’t the only ones who discovered it. Turns out, both the Thunder Monarch Hall and Bright Buddha Palace had also located it around the same time." + +Max’s brows furrowed. Those two names weren’t simple. Thunder Monarch Hall and Bright Buddha Palace—both were part of the Seven Overlords, the top-tier first class powers that stood at the peak of the Middle Domain. Each had foundations so deep and terrifying that even other first-class forces treaded lightly around them. + +"So what began as a chance discovery," Lyra continued, "quickly escalated into something much more complicated. With three great forces laying claim to the same mana pool, things spiraled. At first, it was small skirmishes between their members, but soon, even the higher-ups couldn’t ignore it. Elders from all three sides had to step in before blood was spilled on a scale that would stain the entire region." + +Max leaned forward, his mind racing. A hundred-year-old mana pool... no wonder it was worth fighting over. If it had been gathering mana for a century without disturbance, then the quality and density of its energy must be enough to push someone through a major realm in a short time. + +Lyra explained how all that concluded in the end. + +After an entire day filled with heated arguments, clashing opinions, and even a few brief but intense skirmishes, the three powerful forces—Great Ruler Empire, Thunder Monarch Hall, and Bright Buddha Palace—finally reached an agreement on how to decide who would claim ownership of the hundred-year-old mana pool. + +With none of them willing to fully back down, yet also wary of escalating the situation into an all-out conflict, they chose a method that would uphold pride while avoiding further bloodshed: a direct competition. + +Each force would select a single representative—a young genius—to fight on their behalf in a small-scale battle. The one who emerged victorious would secure the rights to the mana pool for their faction. + +However, to ensure fairness and relevance, they agreed upon a strict rule—the selected candidates could not be above the 3rd level of Champion Rank. This decision was not arbitrary. The nature of the mana pool itself was the reason. + +Its energy, though dense and potent, was specifically beneficial for those within the early stages of the Champion Realm. Anyone at the 4th level or higher would gain almost nothing from it. The pool’s composition, due to its natural age and the type of mana it had absorbed over the century, was limited in scope. As a result, sending stronger geniuses would be meaningless. + +Thus, the stage was set. A three-way duel would decide which faction’s young talent was truly worthy—and who would walk away with the opportunity to absorb the mana pool. + +"I see." Max nodded in understanding. It was no wonder Lyra asked about his strength. "But I said I can only defeat 2nd level of Champion Rank not 3rd." He suddenly said. + +"It doesn’t matter now." Lyra said smiling. "I don’t believe you would miss such an opportunity to increase your strength to next rank if I had mentioned the opponents you would be facing would all be at the 3rd level of Champion Rank." + +Max smiled wryly. Indeed that was the case. + +"How is this mana pool different from the one in the empire?" Max suddenly asked understanding that the mana pool in the empire were set up with runes formation in such a way that one could slowly absorb it easily. + +If it was normal mana pool, one simple couldn’t absorb it. Only beast cores and treasures born from nature were things one could absorb naturally. Everything else one simply couldn’t absorb them or had to use some other ways to absorb it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-681.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-681.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..24b44d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-681.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 675: Arriving" +slug: "ch-681" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 681 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1295 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"The mana pool in the empire is artificial," Lyra began calmly, her eyes focused on the horizon as the void shuttle flew. "It’s created from mana stones collected from dungeons and various parts of the world. Since people can’t absorb mana directly from those stones, they’re processed—broken down into a more refined form like liquid essence, which becomes the base of the pool. After that, the pool is infused with multiple layers of profound rune formations that regulate, compress, and refine the mana, making it absorbable for people." + +She paused briefly before continuing, "If you manage to win the mana pool in the Bluewind Region, the pool itself will be relocated to the empire. But even then, the raw pool can’t be used immediately. It’ll need to be modified—transformed into a mini version of our existing mana pools, complete with the proper rune formations and structural adjustments to make it suitable for absorption." + +"I see," Max nodded, absorbing every detail she shared. It all made perfect sense. For any normal people, the raw mana of a natural pool would be too wild, too chaotic to absorb without serious consequences. + +That was why the empire had developed such complex systems. But deep down, Max knew he wasn’t like the others. Thanks to his black flames and their devouring ability, he didn’t need those rune formations or processed liquid mana. He could absorb the raw, wild mana of the pool directly and safely. + +That little secret, however, he chose not to reveal to Lyra just yet. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her—after all, she had gone out of her way to bring him this opportunity—but some cards were best kept hidden until the right moment. + +If he did win the competition and secure the mana pool for the empire, then maybe he would tell her the truth. Until then, he would do what he always did—quietly prepare, and let his actions speak for him when the time came. + +Some time later, the void shuttle slowed as it hovered above a vast forest covered in a gentle layer of morning mist. The dense canopy stretched far into the distance, but soon, the shuttle descended near a valley nestled between low hills. + +With a soft hum, it landed on a flattened area just outside the tree line. As the door opened, Max and Lyra stepped out into the fresh, earthy scent of the wild. + +A short distance away, two groups of people were already gathered—both emanating powerful auras that made the air itself feel heavier. Elder Drew stood between them, his presence steady like an ancient mountain. + +But the moment Max’s presence was noticed, scoffing laughter broke the air.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +"8th level of Expert Rank?" The voice was cold and mocking. It came from the group belonging to Thunder Monarch Hall. The man who spoke had sharp, piercing eyes and a haughty expression that suggested he was used to being obeyed. + +"Are you intentionally forgetting the rules, Drew? Or has the Great Ruler Empire finally begun its decline?" he spat disdainfully. This was Elder Bras, the First Elder of Thunder Monarch Hall, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t hiding his contempt. + +Elder Drew’s expression darkened, his jaw tight with restrained anger. But he said nothing. Not a word. His silence was heavy, but it also carried weight—he wouldn’t waste words on fools. + +Suddenly, a shift in aura spread from the Thunder Monarch Hall’s group. One of the young geniuses there locked eyes with Max, and a ripple of raw killing intent surged into the air. "It’s him!" the youth hissed through clenched teeth. + +It was Travis—Thunder Monarch Hall’s notorious 3-star genius. Rage flickered across his face like wildfire as memories of his previous humiliation at Max’s hands resurfaced. His body tensed, fists clenching by his side, but he forcibly suppressed himself. After all, they were in the presence of Divine Rank elders. Acting out here could mean death. + +From the Bright Buddha Palace, only two figures had come. One was an old man, his face calm and composed, exuding an aura of profound serenity. Eyes closed, hands clasped behind his back, he seemed entirely unmoved by the tension in the air. + +Standing beside him was a young man—quiet, alert, and observant—his gaze shifting curiously between Max and the others. His demeanor was calm, but there was something in the way he held himself that hinted at confidence not born from arrogance, but capability. + +As all eyes focused on Max, he stood there unfazed, letting their ridicule, curiosity, and hatred wash over him like water on stone. His expression didn’t change. + +"Let’s start the competition," Elder Drew said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He had clearly grown impatient with the condescending stares and mocking comments, and no longer wished to delay. "The rules are simple. The three of you will fight one another. Each of you gets two battles. The one with the most victories will be declared the winner. Do you all understand?" + +Max gave a slight nod. The young man from Bright Buddha Palace nodded as well, calm as still water. The genius from Thunder Monarch Hall smirked and cracked his knuckles, clearly eager to prove something. + +With a flick of Elder Drew’s wrist, a small metallic sphere floated into the air and buzzed softly. A moment later, a large holographic screen blinked to life in the sky above them. On it, the first matchup was displayed: Great Ruler Empire vs Thunder Monarch Hall. + +Max narrowed his eyes at the names glowing on the screen. So, he was going to fight first. That was fine with him. + +"Go," Lyra said gently, her tone unwavering. Her eyes, however, carried the weight of expectation. + +Max nodded once and strode toward the center of the clearing with unshakable calm. The breeze brushed past him, tousling his hair, but his expression remained stone-like. Each step he took was firm, without hesitation. + +"Humph," Elder Bras scoffed from the other side, folding his arms with disdain. The idea that Max—someone still at the 8th level of Expert Rank—was representing the Great Ruler Empire seemed laughable to him. + +His lip curled in contempt as he leaned toward his own candidate, the muscular youth radiating the aura of a 3rd level Champion Rank. Kai Bell + +"Go. Destroy him," Elder Bras ordered coldly. Then, he leaned closer and added in a whisper, "Even if you heavily injure him, leave the rest to me. I’ll handle the consequences." + +The young genius Kai nodded, but before he could move, Travis suddenly stepped in close and leaned toward his ear. He whispered something, voice low and poisonous. + +Whatever he said, it changed the youth’s demeanor completely. The confidence in his eyes turned to cruel bloodlust, and a twisted grin stretched across his face as he walked toward the battleground. + +Soon, the two of them stood face to face at the center of the open field, the wind brushing past their clothes as silence blanketed the area. The air grew tense, every observer watching with focused eyes, waiting for the battle to erupt. + +Kai, the 3rd level Champion Rank genius from the Thunder Monarch Hall, stood with arms folded, a twisted grin stretching across his face. His eyes burned with contempt as he looked Max up and down like a farmer inspecting a sickly weed. + +"Today is your bad luck," he sneered, voice low and sharp, clearly relishing what he thought would be a quick and brutal victory. + +Max, however, remained unfazed. He didn’t react to the words, didn’t even blink. Instead, he reached for his blue dragon sword, its polished blade gleaming under the morning light. He didn’t say anything back—his calm expression and composed stance said everything that needed to be said. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-682.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-682.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c3b954b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-682.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 676: Kai vs Max" +slug: "ch-682" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 682 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1380 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +High above them, Elder Drew couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably. Though he was a Divine Rank expert, there was a quiet anxiety flickering in his heart. He didn’t care whether Max won or lost—victory wasn’t everything. But the reputation of the Great Ruler Empire was on the line. + +Losing in a fair fight was acceptable. Being crushed and humiliated, however, would be a stain that would take years to wash away. He had heard Lyra’s account of Max’s performance during the recruitment assessment, and though her words had been confident, this opponent was not some inexperienced genius. + +This was a seasoned 3rd level Champion Rank, a whole realm above Master Rank, someone no 8th level Expert Rank should even dream of facing. + +Elder Drew sighed deeply and folded his arms, silently praying Lyra’s gamble wasn’t a mistake. ’I hope you’re right, Lyra,’ he thought grimly as he focused on the battlefield. + +Just then, the holographic display hovering in the air buzzed to life, and the word "Start" appeared in bold, glowing letters. + +In the same instant, Max’s figure exploded in a flash of blue lightning. His body vanished from view, moving so quickly that the very air cracked behind him. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared right in front of Kai, his blue dragon sword already mid-swing, slashing down with terrifying speed and precision. + +But Kai, a genius nurtured by one of the Middle Domain’s overlord forces, wasn’t some common genius to be caught off guard. His eyes narrowed, and in a heartbeat, three rings of pure purple lightning spun into existence behind him. + +They rotated rapidly, humming with dangerous power as his entire body lit up in an aura of violent purple electricity. In a blur of motion, a sleek, jagged-edged sword appeared in his grasp, crackling with the same violet current. Without hesitation, he brought his sword up to meet Max’s blow.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Clang! BOOM! + +The sound of colliding blades and the eruption of elemental energy echoed through the hills like a thunderclap. A wave of force blasted the surrounding terrain, kicking up dust and loose stones. + +A single figure was sent flying through the air, crashing back-first into the rough, uneven slope of the hill with a thunderous impact. It was Max. + +Groaning slightly, he flipped mid-air and landed on his feet, skidding backward, leaving deep marks in the dirt as he tried to stabilize himself. His arms trembled faintly from the clash. + +Kai, meanwhile, hadn’t moved a step. He stood in the same spot, eyes narrowed with a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "You’re fast, I’ll give you that," he said with a sneer, lightning still crackling around him like a living serpent, "but that’s it for you. Speed alone won’t save you now." + +His voice dripped with contempt, but also hidden caution. That first exchange had shown him Max wasn’t ordinary—yet in his eyes, Max was still a sheep pretending to roar like a lion. + +Max chuckled lightly, the sound calm and confident despite the force of the previous clash. "You haven’t seen my full speed at all," he said, and the moment the words left his mouth, his entire body turned into a blur of pure blue lightning. + +It wasn’t just movement—it was like he had merged with the lightning itself. A bolt of light flashed behind Kai before the young man could even register it. Max’s figure materialized in an instant behind him, his sword humming violently. + +The air around his blade trembled as Max infused it with the full force of his Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword, a power sharp enough to cleave through space and thoughts alike. + +With a sudden swing, he unleashed the first move of his Severing Flow Sword Art, and the blade screamed down with a pressure that tore through the wind like paper. + +Kai’s instincts screamed at him. His body moved on its own, twisting around and raising his sword just in time to meet Max’s terrifying blow. + +Clang! BOOM! + +The collision erupted like thunder, but this time, it was Kai who was overwhelmed. His entire body was blasted back, flipping through the air before crashing against the uneven ground. + +He rolled down the hill several times before skidding to a halt, dust and small rocks spraying around him. When he finally came to a stop, he staggered up to one knee, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with disbelief. + +Shock was written all over his face—not just because of Max’s insane speed that seemed to mock the laws of motion, but because of the sword intent he had just felt. + +That strike... it wasn’t ordinary. It carried with it a bone-chilling sharpness, a will that sought to sever everything in its path—his body, his energy, even his confidence. That was the pressure of a genuine Level 2 sword concept, and it terrified him to his core. + +"A Level 2 Sword Concept!" Elder Drew’s voice rang out in shock, his usually calm expression tightening as his eyes locked onto Max. His brows furrowed deeply, unable to hide the astonishment he felt. + +"How could it be a Level 2 Sword Concept?!" Elder Bras from the Thunder Monarch Hall exclaimed, his voice sharp and disbelieving. The arrogance that once filled his tone had vanished, replaced by genuine surprise. + +His eyes narrowed on Max, trying to figure out how someone at the 8th level of Expert Rank could wield such a terrifying comprehension. + +Meanwhile, Lyra stood silently beside them, but the faint upward curve of her lips betrayed her satisfaction. Even she, despite all her confidence in Max, hadn’t expected this. She had assumed Max was strong enough to compete, yes, but a Level 2 Concept? That was far beyond her expectations. + +One had to understand that reaching Level 2 in any concept wasn’t something just any genius could achieve. Even among the top young talents of the Middle Domain, comprehending a Level 2 Concept was a milestone typically reserved for Legend Rank. + +At that level, their experiences, battles, and mental perception had matured enough to allow such comprehension. Even if an expert possessed divine treasures or spiritual tools that accelerated understanding, it would still take months or even years of cultivation, meditation, and life-or-death tempering to reach Level 2. + +For someone like Max—who wasn’t even a Master Rank expert yet—to manifest a Level 2 Sword Concept so naturally and use it in battle as if it were second nature... that was a kind of talent and mystery that simply defied common sense. + +"Come on, this is just starting," Max said with a calm smile, his voice laced with excitement as he activated his Dragon Scales Transformation. In an instant, black glowing scales surged across his skin, spreading rapidly until both his arms were completely covered, the scales climbing up to his neck like a living armor. + +ach scale pulsed with a dark, ominous light, exuding a faint aura that shimmered with power. His physical aura rose sharply, the air around him crackling from the pressure as a visible shift in his strength occurred. + +He had already realized from the earlier exchange that Kai wasn’t someone he could defeat without going all out. Those two earlier clashes made it clear—Kai’s strength at the 3rd level of Champion Rank wasn’t to be underestimated. And Max knew that unless he unleashed everything at his disposal, this battle would drag on longer than he could afford. + +But even so, Max made a decision—to fight using only his Sword Concept. He could used his Lightning Concept, his Space Concept, or even his Flame Concept to overwhelm Kai. But he wouldn’t. + +Because if anyone here discovered that he, someone whose sword concept had already reached Level 2, also had mastery over other concepts, it would send shockwaves through the entire Middle Domain. Elders from various factions would surely monitor him. Enemies would start plotting. And some hidden forces might even attempt to erase him before he could grow further. + +No, not yet. Until he reached the point where he could protect himself without relying on others, Max understood that revealing too much was foolish. + +So he would rely only on his sword. Only on what the others had already seen. And that alone—he promised himself—would be enough to crush his opponent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-683.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-683.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..be6d8b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-683.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 677: Kai’s Desperation" +slug: "ch-683" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 683 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1269 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kai gritted his teeth, his expression cold and full of disdain. "Don’t think for a second that a level 2 Sword Concept will save you. You sealed your fate the moment you dared step into this battle with just 8th level Expert Rank strength. No amount of conceptual mastery can make up for the gap in raw power." + +As he spoke, a sudden surge of violet energy burst from his back, forming two long, razor-edged wings of crackling purple lightning. They buzzed violently, releasing loud electric roars into the air as arcs danced across the sky. + +BURRRR! + +The next instant, Kai vanished—nothing more than a blur of violet light streaking through the battlefield like a bolt sent from the heavens. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. ’Fast!’ he thought, feeling the pressure bear down on him. But he didn’t panic. His Three Dimensional Body activated automatically, allowing him to perceive movement from all directions in real time. His body shimmered in blue lightning as he moved with equal speed, counteracting the ferocious attack. + +In the blink of an eye, Kai appeared in front of Max, his sword covered in violent purple lightning as it sliced downward. But Max reacted just in time, his own blue dragon sword sweeping up to block the attack. + +CLANG! + +BOOM! + +The sound of thunder erupted as their swords met, creating a shockwave that shattered the ground beneath them, sending rocks flying and the hilltop trembling from the impact. + +Both were knocked back from the violent clash, their feet skidding along the rugged terrain. + +But before Kai could regain his footing, Max’s eyes flashed with deadly focus. He raised his sword to the sky and muttered, "Magic Sword—Excalibur." In that instant, the sky above them split open, and from within the rift, a radiant golden sword of immense size began descending like divine judgment. + +It crackled with destructive energy, glowing brighter than the sun as it fell straight towards Kai, who looked up with widened eyes, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. + +The crowd held their breath, unable to believe what they were witnessing from someone who was only at the Expert Rank. Max’s counterattack was coming down like a divine decree—unstoppable and absolute. + +"Damn it!" Kai cursed, still reeling from the blast that had knocked him backward. His footing was unstable, and the force from Max’s golden sword had left cracks in the terrain beneath him. He wasn’t ready—he couldn’t dodge. + +His eyes flashed with a desperate glint. "Roar of the Lightning Dragon!" he shouted, pouring every ounce of purple lightning around his body upward. In an instant, it gathered and twisted into a massive dragon formed entirely of violent purple arcs, its roar booming across the hilltop as it surged toward the descending golden sword. + +BOOM! + +The moment the dragon and sword collided, a thunderous explosion rocked the entire area. A dome of shockwaves erupted from the point of impact, flattening trees on the hillsides and sending tremors through the ground. + +The sky lit up for a moment with gold and violet light swirling in a chaotic storm. The watching elders and geniuses instinctively shielded their eyes, the sheer pressure causing their clothes to flutter wildly. + +But before the smoke and lightning debris had even settled, Max was already on the move again. + +His figure shimmered in blue lightning and he burst forward like a streaking comet, closing the distance between them in a blink. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art," he muttered under his breath, his sword flashing with a sharp edge that seemed to sever even the wind as it slashed toward Kai. + +"Damn, damn, damn!" Kai growled in frustration, barely able to raise his sword in time to block the strike. The impact reverberated through his arms, numbing them. But Max wasn’t done. + +Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! + +Sparks flew as Max continued his relentless assault, slashing again and again, each strike sharper and faster than the last. + +Kai was on the back foot completely, gritting his teeth as he blocked frantically. Max didn’t let up—he weaved between different forms of the Severing Flow Sword Art, attacking from different angles, unpredictable and ruthless. + +He wasn’t giving Kai even a second to breathe, much less to counter. + +Their figures became streaks of lightning—blue and purple flashing across the battlefield. Every time Kai tried to escape using his purple lightning, Max would catch up within a heartbeat, like a hunter refusing to let his prey flee. + +The terrain beneath them shattered with every clash. The air buzzed, the atmosphere thick with sword intent and lightning. For minutes, they clashed like that—one desperately defending, the other ruthlessly pressing forward, refusing to let momentum slip. + +"This..." Elder Bras from the Thunder Monarch Hall stood frozen, his lips slightly parted as if trying to speak, but no words came out. His aged eyes, which had seen countless battles and witnessed the rise and fall of many geniuses, were now filled with disbelief. + +For a long moment, he simply stared at the battlefield, unable to process the sight before him. + +And he wasn’t alone. Elder Drew of the Great Ruler Empire, someone who had maintained his calm even in front of storms of blood and fire, also stood stunned, his brows furrowed in pure shock. + +Neither of them could understand it—how could an 8th level Expert Rank boy hold his ground so fiercely against a 3rd level Champion Rank genius? And not just any genius, but one who bore the 2-star title of the Thunder Monarch Hall, one of the proud pillars of the Middle Domain. + +It defied all logic, shattered all understanding of cultivation norms. What they were witnessing wasn’t just talent—it was a monster born out of the impossible. Each exchange, each lightning clash, each sword collision was a slap to their long-held beliefs of what it meant to be a genius. + +Their minds struggled to catch up, their instincts screaming that this boy—this Max—was no ordinary figure. + +Off to the side, Lyra’s lips curled into a faint smile, her eyes never leaving the battlefield. "I didn’t make the wrong choice," she whispered to herself, a flicker of pride and determination shining in her gaze. + +She had placed her trust in Max, and he was now tearing apart every doubt in the hearts of those who thought she had gambled too much. + +Kai was beginning to show signs of exhaustion. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples, and his breathing had grown heavier with each passing second. + +It wasn’t just the rapid exchange of blows that wore him down—it was the sheer pressure of trying to block a relentless sword technique empowered by a level 2 sword concept. Every time his blade clashed with Max’s, he felt like he was being chipped away bit by bit. + +’At this rate, I’ll be completely drained,’ he thought grimly, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes before his expression hardened with resolve. + +Gritting his teeth, Kai made a split-second decision. He gave up on defending altogether and suddenly shot high into the sky, his body surrounded in a crackling purple aura. + +Whoosh! + +The sound of his purple lightning wings tearing through the air echoed as he flew upward like a streak of light. + +But Max didn’t hesitate. With eyes locked on Kai, he shot after him, blue lightning sparking all around him like a storm contained in human form. + +The moment Max gave chase, Kai turned around mid-air, and from his position above, tens of coiling purple lightning dragons burst forth. They roared as they descended in waves toward Max, lighting up the entire sky with a dazzling purple brilliance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-684.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-684.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb191f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-684.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 678: Holding Back" +slug: "ch-684" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 684 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1353 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he saw the attack. He raised his left hand, and with a calm yet chilling voice, muttered, "Phantom Devour Claw." Instantly, a ghostly claw of pitch-black flame materialized before him, as tall and wide as his own body. + +It radiated a sinister, devouring aura. The claw surged forward, and with a terrifying screeching sound, it seized the incoming lightning dragons one by one, crushing them mid-air until they burst into harmless sparks. + +The sky lit up with scattered arcs of dying lightning, but Max remained standing in mid-air, his black claw flickering in front of him like a harbinger of destruction. + +However, just after Max had crushed the last of the lightning dragons, he suddenly sensed an ominous change in the atmosphere. Without warning, countless slashes of lightning began to rain down from above, each one sharper and faster than the last, descending in rapid succession with explosive force. + +Max’s expression darkened as he realized the attack wasn’t just powerful—it was endless. ’This is getting troublesome,’ he thought, his eyes scanning the sky.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +But his Three Dimensional Body instantly kicked into overdrive, allowing him to predict the precise trajectory of each lightning slash. Without hesitation, he activated his flying skill, weaving through the deadly rain with swift, fluid movements. + +He flew through the barrage like a ghost in the storm, gliding past every strike with flawless grace. Not a single bolt managed to touch him, and he looked like a streak of blue lightning dancing through chaos. + +But just as he was about to close the distance again, Kai’s voice rang out, filled with mocking laughter. "Hahahaha! You’re done now!" + +Max’s eyes narrowed. Something felt off. He glanced upward—and his heart skipped a beat. They had flown so high, they were now level with the clouds. And not just any clouds. Thick, swirling black clouds loomed overhead, buzzing with a terrifying energy. + +Lightning crackled inside them like caged beasts trying to break free. + +Max felt a sudden premonition—a deep instinctual warning—and before he could react, it happened. + +RUMBLE! + +A thunderous roar echoed through the sky as a massive bolt of purple lightning tore through the dark clouds, descending like the wrath of the heavens. It struck Max directly in the chest. His body convulsed mid-air as the searing energy surged through him. + +In the next moment, his figure was blasted down like a falling star. He hurtled toward the ground at blinding speed and crashed into the earth with a deafening boom, creating a crater upon impact. + +Dust and debris shot up into the air, veiling the area in a thick cloud of smoke. For a moment, all was silent—only the lingering crackle of electricity remained in the air. + +"Hahahaha, I won!" Kai shouted through ragged breaths, his voice trembling with both relief and exhaustion. His body was drenched in sweat, and his face was pale. That last move—the lightning call from the black clouds—had drained nearly all his strength. + +But it was worth it. He looked down at the swirling dust and shattered terrain below with triumph gleaming in his eyes. No one, not even someone at the fifth level of Champion Rank, would walk away unharmed from a direct hit like that. + +And Max? He was only at the eighth level of Expert Rank. There was no way he could have survived it, let alone stay standing. + +From the side, Elder Bras grinned smugly, arms folded across his chest. To him, this was already over. That boy Max was a threat to be erased, and if he was dead—so be it. He hoped he was. That would make things simpler. + +But on the other end of the battlefield, Elder Drew’s face was tense, and Lyra’s eyes had narrowed, a cold light flashing in them. Neither of them could see clearly through the dust, and the uncertainty in that moment was suffocating. + +’Did he survive that?’ Elder Drew thought grimly. ’And if he did... what kind of condition is he in now?’ + +The battlefield held its breath as the dust began to settle. The cracked earth and broken rocks became clearer. Slowly, the figure at the center of the crater came into view—and the moment it did, a wave of stunned silence spread across everyone present. + +There stood Max. + +Upright. + +Unscathed. + +And in front of him floated a half-sphere of glowing green light, shaped like a perfect hexagon pattern—his defensive ability formed by his skill. The emerald barrier shimmered softly, casting light over his expressionless face. He looked like he hadn’t taken a single hit. + +"What...?" Kai’s voice caught in his throat. + +Even Elder Bras’ grin froze in place, his lips twitching as if he’d just swallowed something bitter. + +Max stood there silently, calm and composed as if the devastating lightning strike from moments ago had never happened. Then, slowly, he raised his head and met Kai’s gaze—eyes cold, sharp, and deadly. He hadn’t just blocked the attack. He had completely neutralized it. And now... it was his turn. + +Max’s figure vanished in a sudden flash of blue lightning, leaving behind only a thunderclap as he shot into the sky like a streak of light. His eyes were locked on Kai, who was barely hovering in the air, panting heavily, his body trembling. + +Kai’s lightning wings were flickering, unstable, and fading—signs of complete exhaustion. He had poured every last drop of his mana into that final attack, leaving nothing in reserve. Now, he was defenseless, floating like a leaf in the wind with no strength left to fight back. + +Max’s presence erupted behind him like a storm, his body glowing faintly with crackling lightning, but that wasn’t all. + +As he drew his arm back, black scales covered both his arms and neck—evidence of the Dragon Scales Transformation. And then, like a surge of destructive force condensed into a single moment, he punched. + +BOOM! + +The force of 600 Draconic Essences behind that single punch was unimaginable. It wasn’t just power—it was devastation condensed into one brutal strike. Kai didn’t even have the strength to scream. His body rocketed downward like a meteor crashing from the heavens, trailing smoke and sparks as the air tore apart in his descent. + +BANG! + +A deafening explosion rang out as Kai’s body slammed into the ground, cracking the earth and creating a crater of his own. Dust exploded outward, rocks split, and the entire area trembled from the sheer impact. Silence followed—thick, heavy, and absolute. + +Max floated in the air above, calm and cold, the blue lightning slowly fading from his body as he stared down at the crater below. The battle was over. + +"You killed him!" Travis roared, his face twisted in fury as he sprinted toward the crater where Kai had crash-landed. Dust still swirled around the edges of the crater, the air crackling faintly with the remnants of their battle. Travis’s voice echoed through the hills, filled with rage, disbelief, and helplessness. + +Max landed slowly, blue lightning flickering faintly around his boots before vanishing. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, as his gaze followed Travis. "Don’t worry," Max said coldly, his voice steady as steel. "I held back at the last possible moment." + +And that was the truth. From the very beginning of the fight, even when he activated the power of his Dragon Scales Transformation, Max had made sure to restrain himself. He had indeed used the strength of 600 Draconic Essences, but not to its full destructive potential. + +He had throttled it just enough to dominate, to overwhelm—but not to kill. After all, he wasn’t in the Lower Domain anymore. This was the Middle Domain, and his enemies weren’t monsters without reason. They were geniuses from other top forces—people whose deaths could spark conflicts with the Great Ruler Empire. + +The only time he had unleashed the full, unrestricted might of his 600 Draconic Essences was during that desperate battle against the demonic being back in the Lower Domain—a battle for survival, where hesitation would’ve meant death. + +So no, Kai wasn’t dead. Not yet. Max knew it. He had been precise. + +Whether Travis or the others believed him didn’t matter. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-685.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-685.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..091c647 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-685.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 679: Against the Bright Buddha Palace" +slug: "ch-685" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 685 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1210 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Travis crouched beside Kai, carefully checking his breathing and condition. After a tense moment, he looked up and gave a small nod to Elder Bras. "He’s fine," he confirmed, though his voice carried the bitter sting of defeat. Kai was unconscious, drained of every bit of energy, but alive—just as Max had said. + +Max, watching calmly from above, descended in a flash of blue lightning and landed quietly beside Elder Drew and Lyra. The atmosphere around him was charged yet composed, like a storm that had passed but still left the sky rumbling. + +"Haha, good." Elder Drew’s voice rang out, his lips curling into a rare smile as he looked at Max with open satisfaction. "The winner of the first battle is Max." His words echoed clearly, and a sense of pride laced his tone—not just because of the win, but because of what it meant for the Great Ruler Empire. + +Lyra stood beside him, nodding in agreement. Her eyes didn’t leave Max. Admiration flickered in them—not the admiration of a noble toward a subordinate, but that of someone who saw potential matching her own. + +To cross not just a level, but a rank and several small levels in strength to defeat a 3rd level Champion Rank genius... that was something not even the greatest talents of the seven overlord forces could accomplish. For Max, it seemed effortless. Casual. Routine. And that was what made it terrifying. + +Meanwhile, Elder Bras’ face darkened like thunderclouds. His mouth curled in displeasure, arms folding behind his back as he turned away in silence. The Thunder Monarch Hall had lost. With this defeat, their right to claim the mana pool had vanished. + +But Elder Bras didn’t look angry for the loss—he looked curious. Quietly fuming, yes, but mostly interested... in seeing just how far Max could go. Especially against the next opponent—the genius from Bright Buddha Palace. + +Just then, the small floating sphere buzzed softly, and new names appeared on the glowing holographic screen above—"Thunder Monarch Hall vs Bright Buddha Palace." + +A moment of silence followed, but all eyes turned toward Elder Bras. His expression was already stormy, and now it darkened even further. He looked down at Kai, still unconscious and badly drained, clearly in no condition to fight again. + +Gritting his teeth in frustration, Elder Bras stepped forward, his voice cold and clipped. "We forfeit from this competition for the ownership of the mana pool." + +A low murmur spread through the air, but Elder Drew’s response cut through it sharply. He didn’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "I recall someone scoffing about bringing an 8th level Expert Rank to a Champion Rank competition," he said smugly, the arrogance in his voice impossible to miss. + +Elder Bras shot him a venomous glare, his pride clearly bruised. "Don’t get too cocky, Drew," he growled, voice dripping with resentment. "A year from now, the gates to Treasure Lord Island will open again. When that time comes, Thunder Monarch Hall will make sure no genius from the Great Ruler Empire walks out of that island alive." + +The air tensed instantly. Even Elder Drew’s smile faded slightly at those words. Threats made in such a tone weren’t thrown around lightly—not between first-class powers. + +"You are free to do so," he sneered coldly, but even as he said that, a flicker of contemplation passed through his eyes. He turned slightly, gaze distant, already thinking ahead. + +The Treasure Lord Island... It wasn’t just any ordinary resource site. It was a place drenched in history and mystery—one of the rare territories in the Middle Domain not under the control of the Four God Nation. Instead, it lay in the hands of the seven overlord forces, and because of that, its significance was immeasurable. + +Every five years, it opened its doors, but only a year before the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament, giving just enough time for young geniuses to temper themselves and gain breakthroughs before the grandest stage in the world. + +For that very reason, it was treated as sacred ground for geniuses—both a battlefield and a crucible. Many rose there. Many also fell. But the opportunity it offered was undeniable. + +A treasure trove of ancient relics, secret inheritances, divine beast remnants, and scattered realms hidden within... it was the kind of place that could change a genius’s fate overnight. + +Elder Drew narrowed his eyes. If Thunder Monarch Hall was already thinking that far ahead, then he too needed to prepare the strongest lineup. Because on Treasure Lord Island, there were no rules. Only survival. And supremacy. + +"Amitabha..." The serene chant echoed softly through the hills, causing even the rustling leaves to quieten for a moment. It was the silent elder of the Bright Buddha Palace who finally spoke, his eyes still closed as if meditating on some profound truth. "Friends from the Great Ruler Empire, it seems the final battle to determine the ownership of the mana pool lies between our two forces." He was Elder Heng. + +Elder Drew’s expression turned grave at those words. Bright Buddha Palace... even among the seven overlord forces, they stood out. Perhaps not always the loudest or most aggressive, but undeniably among the strongest—if not the strongest. + +Especially now, when the Great Ruler Empire’s glory was flickering like an old flame. Few would dare challenge the Bright Buddha Palace’s might in this era. Their strength didn’t stem from numbers or raw power alone, but from the unwavering spiritual resolve of those who followed the Way of Buddha—an arduous path that demanded both physical and mental purity. + +And it was precisely that discipline which made their geniuses terrifying opponents. + +Buzz! + +The sphere in the air lit up again, its glowing letters flashing with the final matchup: "Great Ruler Empire vs Bright Buddha Palace." The air grew still, the atmosphere heavy. + +"Go," Elder Heng spoke at last, voice calm like still water. His eyes remained closed, yet his words held a weight that made the young man beside him nod instantly with silent reverence. + +The young man stepped forward with grace, as if the battle ahead wasn’t a fight but a spiritual duty he had long prepared for. + +Max stepped forward calmly, but before he could reach the center of the battlefield, Lyra’s voice echoed softly in his mind through sound transmission. + +"Be careful of this guy," she warned, her tone grave. "Bright Buddha Palace has always been the most mysterious of the seven overlord forces—and one of the strongest. Back when our Great Ruler Empire was in its prime, only they could truly match us step for step. Their geniuses are not like others. They train in silence, but their strength is unquestionable. Don’t take him lightly." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly as he replied in his mind, "I will keep that in mind." + +He stood across from his opponent, taking in the sight of the calm, composed young man before him. Unlike the previous battle, Max didn’t attack immediately. + +Something about this one felt... different. The man’s aura wasn’t violent or fierce like Kai’s—it was serene. But beneath that serenity, Max could sense something deeper. An overwhelming sense of balance. Of unshakable peace. It was like facing a mountain that could not be moved or eroded. That quiet confidence alone made Max alert. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-686.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-686.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e965e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-686.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 680: A Palm to Sever" +slug: "ch-686" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 686 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1206 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The screen hovering above flickered silently before the word "Start" appeared. + +But even with the signal given, neither of them moved. There was no rush. No sudden flash of lightning or explosion of aura. Only two warriors standing face-to-face, acknowledging the strength in each other. + +The young man from Bright Buddha Palace folded his hands in front of him and bowed slightly. His voice was calm and clear. "Friend, my name is Noah Ans. Let us have a good battle." + +Max felt no arrogance, no hostility—just sincerity in his words. He mirrored the gesture respectfully. "I’m Max Morgan." + +"Friend, be careful, I am about to attack you," Noah said gently, the corners of his mouth curved in a serene smile that somehow made the air around him feel heavier. He calmly raised his right hand and extended his palm forward with a motion so smooth it looked like the unfolding of a lotus. + +At first, there was no pressure. No killing intent. Just peace. But then the wind began to stir around his outstretched hand—softly at first, then more violently, spiraling and howling as if the heavens themselves had taken notice. A radiant golden glow enveloped his palm, and in the blink of an eye, the chant of ancient Buddhist scriptures echoed in the surroundings, an ethereal vibration that shook the soul. + +Max’s body tensed the moment the golden palm began to move. + +Its motion was slow... almost deceptively so. As though anyone could dodge it with ease. But Max’s instincts screamed otherwise. His eyes, sharp and trained to detect the slightest shifts in space, caught it—the palm didn’t travel through space. It skipped it. It teleported. + +One moment it was in Noah’s hand, the next it was already in front of Max’s chest, inches away, massive and all-consuming like a divine judgment descending from the sky. + +Its sheer size left Max breathless. It was like a divine hand, big enough to flatten mountains, and compared to it, Max felt like nothing more than a fly being swatted away. His hand moved instinctively, reaching for his sword—but just then, a strange heaviness took hold of him. + +It wasn’t weight on his body, it was pressure on his soul. A sensation as if the palm wasn’t just trying to crush him physically—it was trying to erase his very existence. His will, his thoughts, his spirit—everything trembled. + +’What is this feeling?’ Max thought, his heart pounding. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. His limbs were screaming to move, but his soul was screaming louder—Run. Run or be annihilated. + +’Is this the chant?’ Max wondered, his thoughts muffled by the overwhelming sound of the sacred verses echoing in the air like invisible chains binding his spirit. Realizing it wasn’t a physical attack alone—realizing that the chant itself was affecting his soul—Max did something unthinkable. + +He closed his eyes and with a deep breath, used his vital essence to seal off all his senses. Sight. Sound. Smell. Even touch and perception—everything turned to darkness. And in that hollow silence, he found clarity. + +Only then did he feel it—the true calm hidden beneath the crushing aura. It was like standing in the eye of a storm. Everything outside was raging, but inside, everything was still. And in that stillness, his Three Dimensional Body activated with precision, calculating not just the direction, but the exact timing he would need. + +He drew his sword, the familiar hum of it in his hand feeling like an extension of his soul. His body overflowed with the power of his level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, the energy around him sharp enough to cut through even the sacred chants resonating in the air. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art!" he muttered under his breath, and in a flash, his sword slashed upward to meet the golden palm. + +Bang! + +A thunderous sound rang out the moment his blade collided with the golden hand. Max felt it in every fiber of his being—the feeling of striking a mountain. Not just any mountain, but a divine one that had stood unshaken for eons. + +His sword trembled, his arms shivered, and it felt as though all his effort had been absorbed completely, like tossing a stone into a bottomless lake. + +Gritting his teeth, Max roared inwardly, "600 Draconic Essences!" In an instant, his body surged with overwhelming power. His black glowing scales shimmered as that terrifying strength surged into his sword arm. The sheer force caused the ground beneath his feet to fracture, spiderweb cracks spreading outward as rocks lifted and dust rose. + +But even then... he was still being pushed back.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +’I’m getting pushed back...’ Max thought, his mind strangely calm despite the pressure. He wasn’t panicking. He wasn’t scared. He was simply... focused. Focused in a way he had never been before. + +’No matter how powerful this palm attack is...’ Max told himself, eyes narrowing to a single point, ’...it is ultimately still a palm. And my sword... my sword can sever anything.’ + +Everything else disappeared. + +The sounds of the battle, the watching elders, the drifting chants in the air—none of it existed anymore. There was no sky. No ground. No enemy. Only two things remained in Max’s world: his sword... and that colossal golden palm pressing toward him like divine judgment. + +He no longer saw it as an attack. It wasn’t Noah’s power, or the Bright Buddha Palace’s prestige—it was simply an obstacle. A wall standing in his way. A challenge daring to block his path forward. And his task was simple: to cut it. + +"The true essence of the sword..." Max whispered, his voice nearly drowned by the chaos, yet it carried with eerie calm, "...is not to kill." + +He stilled. His breathing slowed. Even the subtle tremor in his blade ceased, as if the sword itself was listening. + +"It is not bloodlust. It is not conquest. It is not dominance." His tone was soft—barely audible—but every word fell like thunder in his own heart. + +Then, the world fell into silence. + +"The sword exists to cut apart all things that bind," he continued, his eyes reflecting the sword’s light, "all things that chain, all things that corrupt the soul... all things that block one’s path." + +At that moment, the sword no longer felt like a weapon. It felt like a force of nature. No resistance. No sound. No fear. + +The last shiver in the blade vanished. + +"It is to sever everything." + +SLASH! + +With a single, fluid motion, his sword moved—not violently, not aggressively, but with an elegance that almost seemed gentle. Yet, the moment it passed, the golden palm—so vast and powerful that it once seemed unmovable—was cleaved perfectly in two. The halves hovered for a breathless instant... then crumbled into glimmering dust and scattered to the wind, as if they had never existed. + +And Max stood still beneath the falling golden fragments—silent, unshaken, sword lowered—like a man who had just carved open the heavens. + +’My level 2 Concept of Severing Sword... it just moved a little closer to the intermediate stage,’ Max thought as he slowly opened his eyes, still standing in the fading glow of the golden palm’s remnants. His breath was steady, his gaze calm, but inside, he could feel it—something had shifted. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-687.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-687.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0489c75 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-687.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 681: Buddha’s Judgement Palm" +slug: "ch-687" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 687 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max could feel the profound insight he had just grasped, each word he’d spoken, each thought that had flickered through his mind, carving itself into the foundation of his comprehension. It wasn’t just a battle anymore—it was growth, evolution. + +He knew deep down that without the immense pressure of that divine-like golden palm, without the sheer will needed to cut through it, he would’ve never been able to touch that next layer of understanding. + +The sword wasn’t just an extension of his will now—it was becoming his will.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +And yet, it was still so far. + +Max had been using the words of the owner of the Concept of Severing Sword like profound comprehension every time he gained some understanding. He had yet to add his own understanding to it. + +Until he could do that, Max knew he was far, very far away from truly understanding the Concept of the Severing Sword. + +Before the silence could settle too long, Noah’s voice broke through, cheerful and bright despite the destruction of his attack. "Friend, you are amazing!" he said with a smile, his eyes filled with genuine admiration and excitement. "You didn’t try to block my palm... you just cut it. Like it was nothing. That was... incredible!" + +There was no bitterness in his tone, no resentment—only pure fascination. He wasn’t disappointed that his attack had failed. In fact, he looked thrilled, almost like a child witnessing something miraculous for the first time. His entire expression lit up, his aura surging again with renewed intent. + +"But," he added, stepping forward, his golden energy beginning to rise with a strange rhythm, "I haven’t used my strongest attack yet." + +Max could feel it instantly. The atmosphere shifted again, as if the world was holding its breath. The ground beneath Noah shimmered with a faint golden hue, the air trembling slightly with each word he spoke. + +"I’m going to use my strongest move now, friend," Noah said, his smile calm, yet filled with battle spirit. "Be prepared." + +"Strongest attack?" Max frowned, his brows knitting together as a sense of unease rose in his chest. If that last golden palm, which felt like trying to slice apart a mountain forged by gods, wasn’t Noah’s strongest move... then what on earth could be? + +He tried not to let the tension show on his face, but his muscles had already started to tighten. The air around them stilled, and then—Noah moved. + +Once again, the young man extended his palm toward Max, his expression as serene and composed as ever. But this time... something was different. As his palm began to glow, a deep golden light erupted from his back. The very space behind Noah twisted like a vortex, and from that light, a vague yet towering shadow began to form—a golden Buddha, seated in meditation, its eyes half-lidded, its aura vast and boundless. + +The moment the Buddha’s presence took shape, the entire battlefield seemed to change. The wind stopped. The birds in the forest fled. Even the trees seemed to bow ever so slightly in reverence—or fear. + +Max’s breath hitched. He felt it in his bones first. A heavy, crushing pressure that made even the air feel like it had turned to stone. It wasn’t just power—it was divinity. The shadow of the Buddha radiated an overwhelming spiritual force, and it wasn’t silent. Max could hear it now—low chants, ancient and holy, echoing in his ears like a distant temple bell. + +The same golden palm from earlier began to form again, but this time... it was different. It was as if the Buddha shadow itself was feeding into it, blessing it, empowering it. The golden glow pulsed with layered intensity, thicker and denser than before. The very light it emitted made the world seem dim by comparison. + +Max staggered a step backward, the Buddhist pressure hammering against his mind and soul. It felt like he was standing before a divine judgment—not a battle. His Three Dimensional Body shook subtly under the weight, and for the first time, he realized... this wasn’t just a technique. This was faith turned into force. Philosophy shaped into destruction. + +’This pressure... it’s suffocating,’ Max thought, gritting his teeth as the golden palm began to descend again, its sheer size dwarfing the entire hill. If this was a pressure from someone way stronger than Max, his title "Primordial" would have negated it but this pressure was from someone whose strength was on his level. + +Noah stood calmly, his voice like a whisper on the wind: "Buddha’s Judgment Palm." + +The moment Noah uttered the name—"Buddha’s Judgment Palm"—the world itself seemed to freeze. + +The shadow behind him fully materialized now—a colossal golden Buddha, its form towering like a divine mountain, faint and hazy but undeniable in its majesty. Its eyes, half-closed in eternal wisdom, slowly opened—two golden suns staring down with silent authority. + +The sheer presence of the Buddha felt as if a holy realm had descended upon the battlefield, swallowing everything in a golden glow. The chants in the air grew louder, layered, ancient, each syllable heavy with karmic weight. + +Noah’s outstretched palm glowed brighter—pure radiant gold, but now layered with flowing sacred runes that coiled like divine serpents along his fingers and wrist, pulsating with every beat of his heart. + +And then—the final form of the attack revealed itself. + +A giant golden palm, hundreds of meters wide, slowly descended from the sky, formed from divine light and Buddhist power. But this time, it wasn’t just a palm—it had six shining golden arms, all connected to the vague form of the Buddha in the sky. + +Each hand formed a mudra—one for suppression, one for karma, one for purification, one for judgment, one for compassion, and one... for absolute annihilation. + +The six hands joined as one, overlapping into a single, titanic palm, aimed straight at Max. + +Golden lotus petals spun in the air, surrounding the palm like a blooming storm. Rings of golden scripture rotated behind it, spinning faster and faster as the attack charged. The earth below cracked from the sheer pressure even before the palm moved. The skies roared, clouds parting, revealing a dome of golden light that trapped the battlefield in a sacred cage. + +Max stared up at it. + +It wasn’t just an attack. + +It was judgment incarnate. + +A palm that could crush not just his body—but his very existence, his will, his sins, his path. + +The palm began to descend. + +Slow. Unstoppable. Inevitable. + +Like the heavens had grown tired... and had decided to end everything with a single divine strike. + +"This...!" Elder Drew’s eyes widened, his usually calm demeanor cracking under the weight of shock. "The ancient Bright Buddha Inheritance! But how could this be?" + +His voice trembled slightly as he stared at the golden palm descending from the sky, accompanied by the vague yet divine figure of the golden Buddha looming in the heavens like an eternal judge. + +There was a very real reason for his disbelief—not mere surprise at a strong technique, but utter disbelief at what his eyes were showing him. This wasn’t just any powerful palm attack. It was the manifestation of a legendary inheritance, one that the Great Ruler Empire had long believed to be incomplete, sealed, or at the very least far beyond the reach of any experts below the Legend Rank. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-688.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-688.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f79bca4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-688.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 682: Bright Buddha Inheritance" +slug: "ch-688" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 688 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1367 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +According to the ancient texts and fragmented records that had survived the wars and chaos of past eras, the Bright Buddha Inheritance was a divine art born from the comprehension of an ancient expert who had seen Buddha mediating on the bodhi tree and achieving enlightenment. + +Even the Great Ruler Empire’s own archives noted that only those who had reached Legend Rank, and with exceptional spiritual enlightenment at that, could hope to begin understanding its mysteries. Yet, before his very eyes, Noah—a youth who appeared no older than Lyra—was unleashing the technique not only with fluency, but with the full force described in legends. + +The golden scripture circles, the six sacred mudras combining into one divine judgment palm, the phantom Buddha overhead—all of it matched the descriptions that had been treated as symbolic exaggerations in the records. + +"This isn’t just prodigy-level mastery... this is a complete overturning of everything we knew about the Bright Buddha Palace," Elder Drew thought, his throat dry. It meant only one thing: either the Bright Buddha Palace had deceived the world for generations... or Noah was an unprecedented monster. + +Elder Drew slowly turned his gaze to Elder Heng, the old man from the Bright Buddha Palace, hoping—no, needing—some kind of explanation for what he was witnessing. + +But all he saw was a figure of stillness, the calm and closed eyes of someone who seemed completely detached from the chaos around him, as if the result of this earth-shaking battle had no bearing on him whatsoever. + +There was no pride, no arrogance, no concern—just serenity, the kind that came from absolute confidence or absolute detachment. It sent a chill through Elder Drew’s heart. + +On the other side, even Lyra, who was always composed and calculating, looked completely solemn. Her fists clenched by her side as she stared at the golden palm that now hung over the world like a divine judgment. + +She had read about the legendary Bright Buddha Inheritance in secret imperial scrolls—techniques passed down from the ancient age of enlightenment, where each strike carried the weight of karma and divinity. + +It wasn’t just an attack. It was judgment incarnate. She knew that unless someone was a true monster, a peerless talent who stood above all others, it was impossible to withstand that attack—let alone block it. + +Her heart clenched. Could Max really handle something like this? + +At the very center of the golden radiance, where the pressure of the Buddha’s will bore down like the weight of the heavens, stood Max. His figure was firm, unmoving, and eerily calm—like a sword waiting to be drawn. Sweat ran down the side of his face, but his eyes were steady, unwavering. + +Inside his heart, there was no panic. Only clarity. + +’This attack... I can’t sever it.’ The thought came not as fear, but acceptance. He could feel it—the terrifying power in that golden palm wasn’t something his current sword concept could cut through. + +Not because his sword concept was weak, but because his understanding of it was still shallow. He had touched the level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, yes—but this palm was pressing down on his very soul. It was not just a palm made of mana or law—it was a test of comprehension, of meaning, of truth. + +And his understanding wasn’t deep enough to break through it. His own lack of insight was what held his sword back—not the concept itself. + +But that didn’t mean his sword was useless. Not in the slightest. Max’s grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, both hands firm as steel, veins bulging across his arms. + +He closed his eyes—not out of fear, but resolve. One by one, he sealed off all his senses, his breath steady and unshaken. He allowed his Three Dimensional Body to take over—his absolute spatial awareness guiding his every thought and motion while his soul turned inward, completely focused on the edge of his blade. + +And then... his Concept of Severing Sword erupted. It didn’t scream or explode. It simply unfolded like a silent blade slicing through the world. A cold, indescribable aura filled the space around him as the sword in his hand trembled with a will of its own. + +The entire atmosphere seemed to pause for a moment as the pure essence of severing descended upon the battlefield. It was sharp—sharper than before. + +But there was something else now. Something new. A thin, almost imperceptible change shimmered along the edge of his concept—a new edge. The edge of invincibility. + +That single edge... felt like it could battle against fate itself. Like it could shatter karma, destiny, even divinity itself. + +This was the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. + +Max had spent what felt like half a century inside the Dimension of Time, endlessly pondering how he could make the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art compatible with his Concept of Severing Sword. + +Day after day, year after year, he immersed himself in thought and practice, trying countless variations and forms, discarding one after another, reshaping them again with patience that would drive most mad. + +He had attempted more than a thousand different approaches—some wild, some calculated, others born purely from instinct—and yet in the end, his understanding was still shallow. + +All he could grasp for now was how to slightly merge the effect of invincibility with the severing intent of his sword concept. + +It wasn’t the true first move of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art—Unyielding Sword Will—not by a long shot. That move contained a profoundness his current comprehension couldn’t fully touch. He wasn’t at that level yet. + +The level of mastery it demanded far exceeded what he was capable of, even after fifty years of condensed effort. Still, he wasn’t disheartened. + +This minor fusion—this partial glimpse—was enough for now. It gave his Concept of Severing Sword a new sharpness, a deeper edge, something far more lethal and refined than it had ever been before. It didn’t make him invincible, but it gave him the feeling that nothing in front of him was uncuttable. + +For the moment, that was enough. He believed that someday, perhaps after centuries of comprehending in the Dimension of Time, growth, and battle, he would be able to truly unleash Unyielding Sword Will fully merged with his Concept of Severing Sword. + +But until that day came, he would fight with what he had—this embryonic invincible edge—and carve open a path through anything that dared stand in his way. + +Max opened his eyes slowly, and though they were calm, behind that calmness burned something pure and unyielding. + +He raised his sword—steady, silent, and absolute. "Even if the sky fall... I will cut through them," he muttered, his blade glowing with the full might of the Severing Sword Concept—now carrying the faint but undeniable edge of invincibility. + +But Max wasn’t satisfied—not yet, not when the pressure from the golden Buddha palm loomed over him like the judgment of heaven itself. + +"Dragon Scales Transformation!" he muttered through gritted teeth. In an instant, black glowing scales surged across his body, encasing him in a second skin of draconic power. His arms, chest, neck—every muscle and joint—hardened into something far beyond human. It was as if a dragon had awakened within him, roaring in defiance of fate itself. + +"Full might of the 600 Draconic Essences!" Max declared, his voice shaking the air around him. He had never dared to release their complete power before, not unless he was prepared to risk everything. + +But this time, he held back nothing. No restraint. No caution. No hesitation. And the result was immediate. + +Bang! + +A deafening blast rang out, a shockwave bursting from his body that cracked the air and sent tremors racing across the battlefield. The ground beneath his feet shattered like brittle glass, spiderweb fissures radiating outward. + +His veins bulged, glowing faintly beneath his skin as if lava surged beneath the surface. His complexion flushed crimson from the sheer pressure coursing through his body, blood threatening to burst from every pore. + +His bones groaned, his flesh strained, but Max stood tall—his sword burning with invincible severing intent and the terrifying might of a dragon ready to defy the heavens. + +And then he slashed his sword at the six hands buddha palm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-689.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-689.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4dc1c18 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-689.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 683: Being Overpowered" +slug: "ch-689" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 689 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1000 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +That slash. + +It wasn’t just a swing—it was the embodiment of every ounce of his strength, every drop of comprehension, every second of struggle inside the Dimension of Time. + +The glowing black scales on his arms shimmered with draconic might, veins glowing beneath like rivers of molten power. + +As the sword moved, the very air split open with a high-pitched hum, the pressure of the slash tearing through the atmosphere like a celestial blade descending from the heavens. + +His strike carried the full weight of his level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, now sharpened with the faintest, terrifying edge of invincibility—a whisper of a future dominion over all things that dare oppose the sword. + +The massive golden Six Hands Buddha Palm, radiating divine brilliance and crushing spiritual pressure, descended like the will of an ancient god. But Max’s sword, small in comparison yet overflowing with defiance, cut upward into the oncoming divine force. + +The moment they collided, the world held its breath. + +BOOOOOM! + +Max’s sword met the palm in a thunderous collision. For a moment, everything stopped. + +The ground split in every direction. + +Winds reversed. + +Air rippled. + +And for a breathless instant, they were equal. + +Sword and palm. Concept versus inheritance. Mortal effort against divine legacy. + +The moment Max’s sword clashed with Noah’s gigantic golden palm, the entire world seemed to freeze. A shockwave burst out at the point of contact, splitting the ground like glass beneath their feet. + +For a breathless instant, Max held it—his sword pressed against the immense golden palm, neither side giving an inch. Sparks flew wildly as golden force clashed with severing sharpness. The air around them twisted from the sheer energy, thunder rumbling above their heads. + +Max had managed to block it. His Concept of Severing Sword—empowered by the edge of invincibility—held firm against the Bright Buddha’s might.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +He stood resolute, his black dragon scales gleaming, his arms steady, and his sword radiant with the full force of his understanding. It was a contest between equals—one forged by will, the other by enlightenment. + +But then it happened. + +From behind Noah, the golden Buddha shadow that had remained still and serene began to stir. Its six divine arms slowly lifted, each one glowing with a sacred light. The chants in the air grew louder, deeper, vibrating through the bones of every onlooker. + +The six hands came together, merging above the original palm, and with a silent pressure—one that did not roar but pressed like a heavenly weight—they descended in unison, joining the main palm. + +Max’s expression changed. + +At first, nothing seemed different. + +But then... he felt it. + +A pressure. Subtle, creeping. + +His hands, once still, began to tremble slightly. His sword—firm and bright—began to vibrate under the sheer increase in force. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his face. His jaw clenched. + +The six Buddha palms merging with the original had nearly doubled the pressure in an instant. His muscles screamed. His stance cracked the earth further as his feet dug into the ground like anchors. And yet, even as he resisted, the overwhelming pressure pushed just a little deeper. + +Max growled and poured more strength into his swing. His black scales flared with energy. The full power of the 600 Draconic Essences surged again. His veins bulged, his skin flushed, and his energy howled in rebellion. + +He took a step forward, roaring, forcing the sword to hold—forcing the golden palm back a hair’s breadth. + +But the six joined palms were too heavy. Not in weight—but in force. In sacredness. In will. + +His hands began to shake harder now. His breathing grew ragged. His shoulders trembled under the weight. + +The sword’s edge, though still glowing with the Concept of Severing, was starting to falter. + +Max felt it. + +He was losing ground—bit by bit. Inch by inch. His body bent lower. His arms began to go numb. Every second, the golden palms pressed further, and every second, Max had to give more just to stay in place. + +He had blocked the original palm. His sword and the Buddha’s strike had been equals. + +But now... with the six divine hands pressing down from above, the balance had tipped. + +And Max was being slowly, methodically, overpowered. + +"Haha, he will lose." Elder Bras from the Thunder Monarch Hall burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the forested hills like a drumbeat of ridicule. His eyes were locked onto Max, who at that moment stood barely holding himself upright against the crushing weight of the golden Buddha palm. + +The sight of Max’s trembling arms and bent knees made Elder Bras sneer with satisfaction. ’It would be even better if that palm killed Max,’ he thought darkly, a flicker of vicious delight in his gaze. Though he knew that hoping for Max’s death might be too much, the image alone filled him with twisted pleasure. + +On the other side, the expressions of Elder Drew and Lyra were as rigid as stone. Elder Drew had long accepted that losing to Bright Buddha Palace wouldn’t be a disgrace—after all, they were known to be the strongest among the overlord forces—but Lyra wasn’t thinking like him. + +She understood far more deeply what was at stake. She knew what this battle meant to Max. She knew him very well, seen his potential, and sensed the fire in his soul. This wasn’t just a competition for a mana pool—this was Max’s proving ground. + +It could be said that this was Max’s first true battle with a genius of the Middle Domain. And the result of this battle might decide if he would either rise as a legend or fade before the eyes of those who underestimated him. + +Lyra’s fists clenched silently by her side. Her heart pounded louder with every second Max endured. ’You can do it!’ she screamed in her mind, her gaze unblinking, full of hope and fierce belief. Max was still standing. Still holding. Still resisting. Still not giving up. And that alone... was enough for hope to remain alive. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-69.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-69.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ad7f861 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-69.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 69: Sophia’s Plan for Max" +slug: "ch-69" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 69 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max left the house after seeing her message, but when he reached the entrance of Phoenix City, he was once again stunned. + +The last time Max had come here, the sun had just begun to rise, bathing the city in soft, golden hues. Now, as evening settled in, Phoenix City transformed into a spectacle of lights that was nothing short of mesmerizing. + +From the outside, the entire city radiated brilliance, its glow a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. Phoenix-shaped lanterns illuminated the air, their fiery light dancing gracefully as if alive. Intertwined with them were dragon-like figures that slithered through the skies, trailing streaks of ethereal luminescence. + +The harmonious blend of traditional charm and modern vibrancy turned the city into a breathtaking canvas of glowing artistry, leaving Max awestruck by its beauty. + +’This is breathtakingly beautiful,’ Max thought, his eyes glowing as he took in the scene. + +Entering the city again, it didn’t take him long to find the Ember Heart Hall. It turned out this hall was just a short distance from the entrance and was actually a popular hangout for young geniuses. + +Upon entering the hall, Max looked around for a moment before spotting a familiar figure sitting alone at a table in the corner. + +He immediately headed over and sat at the chair opposite her. + +"Hey," Max greeted her. + +Alice turned to look at him, her expression solemn. "I couldn’t find the person you asked about in our guild." + +Max shrugged. "Maybe she didn’t join the guild like she said she would." + +Alice glanced at him. "When I couldn’t find her, I did some research on you." + +Max’s heart thumped as she said that. "And?" he asked. + +"I found out that you lived with your parents until you were 10, when they died in a dungeon. After that, you’ve been living alone for the past five years," she said, looking at Max. + +’Huh? The information is completely wrong.’ He thought wondering if Alice had mistaken or someone had been hiding his true identity, his family, and everything about him. + +Max nodded with a depressed sigh. "I wasn’t living alone. I had an aunt, Aunt Freya, who took care of me from time to time, but I haven’t seen her lately, so I thought she might be in this guild." + +Seeing the sadness and pain etched across Max’s face, Alice’s expression softened. She spoke gently, her voice filled with sincerity. "I’m sorry for bringing this up. I didn’t mean to upset you." + +"No, no, it’s fine," Max said, shaking his hands. "I was about to ask you today to check my house. After I escaped that situation last time, I haven’t gone home, fearing the Blades would be waiting for me there." + +Alice’s eyes blazed suddenly as she heard him. "I completely forgot about that," she said, glancing at Max. "How did the purple lantern not respond to your blood, and how did you control it to disappear from there?" + +Max’s expression turned incredibly serious at her question, his demeanor shifting instantly. He hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully, before finally speaking. "You must promise me," he said, his voice low and firm, "don’t tell anyone about this. If word gets out, I’ll be hunted across the entire East Region." + +Alice nodded solemnly, her curiosity deepening at the weight of his words. The suspense hanging in the air was palpable, and she leaned in slightly, eager to hear more. + +Max let out a heavy sigh, his gaze momentarily distant before he finally spoke again. "It’s a secret. I can’t tell you." + +"…" + +Alice stared blankly at Max, her expression frozen in disbelief for a moment. Then, in a burst of frustration, she jumped to her feet, her fists clenched as if she were ready to throw a punch. + +"Ah, you’re so hateful!" she shouted, her voice carrying a playful edge despite the annoyance in her words. Explore more at empire + +Max couldn’t help but chuckle, raising his hands defensively. "Hey, hey! I was just messing with you. Don’t take it so seriously!" + +Alice huffed, crossing her arms as she glared at him, though a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "You’re impossible," she muttered, trying to suppress her grin. + +Max smiled and asked, "I take it you’re not here just for my aunt’s matter, right?" + +Alice nodded as she sat down. "Big Sis Sophia is very impressed with your strength, and she has a deal for you." + +"A deal?" Max became interested. "Let’s hear it then." + +Alice leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she elaborated. "Here’s the deal. Big Sis Sophia wants you to make your mark in the Battle Realm. The more battles you fight and win, the better. If you manage to break into the top 20 of the Novice Rankings, you’ll be exempt from dungeon raids and receive a steady supply of cores and resources to enhance your level." + +She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in, then continued, "If you push further and reach the top 10, you’ll be rewarded with Apprentice Rank cores and the chance to choose from a variety of advanced skills. But here’s the kicker—if you make it into the top 5, Big Sis Sophia will personally train you." + +Max arched an eyebrow, his intrigue evident. "The offers are quite tempting," he said, his tone thoughtful as a sly smirk crept onto his face. "But tell me, what’s in store for the one who claims the number one spot?" + +Alice smirked, leaning back in her chair as if she had anticipated the question. "Ah, the number one rank," she said, her tone carrying a hint of excitement. "If you reach the top—surpass every other novice—you won’t just earn rewards. You’ll be given the honorary title of Phoenix Champion, a legendary recognition within the guild." + +She added, "Along with it, you’ll receive treasures that most can only dream of: a set of custom-made enchanted equipment, a rare elemental core that could enhance your power manifold, and access to the Phoenix Vault for a full day." + +She leaned forward again, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "And there’s one more thing—Big Sis Sophia has promised that anyone who achieves the number one rank will get the chance to learn the guild’s secret Phoenix Flame Technique, a power so coveted it’s only ever been taught to the most loyal and powerful members." + +Max’s smirk deepened. "Now that’s something worth aiming for," he said, the challenge lighting a fire in his eyes. + +Max’s smirk deepened as his thoughts raced. He had been itching for a chance to take down the so-called number one in the Novice Rankings, Killian Blades, and now he had a genuine reason to do so. + +Not only would it satisfy his desire to knock Killian off his pedestal, but it also solved a significant dilemma—he wouldn’t need to ask Master Sophia for guidance on Aura. She would become his teacher automatically once he claimed the top spot by defeating Killian. It was the perfect plan. + +’Even god wants me to beat him up,’ Max smiled. + +"Hoho, what do we have here?" + +Just then, a teasing voice echoed throughout the hall, and a young man with a group of other young men entered. + +"Alice, how have you been?" The young man leading the group arrived in front of her and sat at one of the chairs beside the table. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-690.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-690.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dce0165 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-690.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 684: A Peek of True Strength" +slug: "ch-690" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 690 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Just what kind of strength is this Buddha inheritance?’ Max thought, gritting his teeth as his boots cracked deeper into the shattered earth. + +Every muscle in his arms was straining, his sword trembling under the crushing pressure of the six radiant golden palms descending from the towering Buddha shadow behind Noah. + +Sweat dripped from his chin, trailing down his neck, soaking into the black scales covering his body. His vision blurred for a moment, but he forced it to focus, unwilling to falter. + +His mind spun, racing to comprehend the sheer might he was facing. The sword strike he had used just now—it wasn’t weak. In fact, it was probably the second most powerful attack in his entire arsenal when it came to raw sharpness and destructive capability if he was talking about using just one inheritance, only falling short to the terrifying might of his triple flame concept inheritance. + +And yet... he was being pushed back. Overpowered. The palms weren’t just powerful—they carried the weight of belief, of faith, of an inheritance that embodied centuries of transcendence. Max clenched his jaw harder, veins bulging along his arms and neck, but he refused to take a step back. + +Max knew deep down, if it had been anyone else in his position, even a 5th level Champion Rank genius, they would’ve crumbled under this pressure long ago. + +What was keeping him on his feet wasn’t just his raw strength—it was his level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, sharpened with the edge of invincibility, the will to sever all obstacles, to never yield. + +It was the 600 Draconic Essences roaring inside his body, amplified further by his Dragon Scales Transformation. It was the refusal in his soul to kneel before anyone or anything, no matter how divine they seemed. And it was that stubborn, almost irrational flame of defiance that still kept him standing... even as the sky itself seemed to press down on him. + +’Should I use another concept?’ Max pondered amidst the deafening pressure pressing down on him. The golden palms shimmered with divine weight, glowing brighter as if to erase his existence entirely. + +But even then, Max’s mind remained unnervingly calm. He knew he wasn’t even close to using his full strength. Not even half. In fact, if he were being honest, he was barely fighting with one-fourth of what he could truly unleash. + +He had so many other concepts—terrifying ones—that if he added even a single one to his Severing Sword Concept right now, he was confident the golden palms before him would crumble like fragile glass under the force of a storm. One more concept... just one, and he could end this in a single slash. + +But... would he do that? + +No. Max wasn’t foolish. He wasn’t reckless. Showing multiple concept mastery—especially at such a high level—wouldn’t just shock the watching elders and Noah. It would paint a target on his back larger than the sky above him. + +In this world, being too brilliant too soon didn’t always bring respect—it brought fear, schemes, and assassins. So, Max pushed through the pain, thinking of a strategy. If he was to win, it had to be without giving away his true cards. + +And just as he finalized a risky yet clever approach in his head, a calm voice reached him through the storm of energy pressing down on his body. + +"Admit defeat, my friend... This attack of mine is very strong." Noah’s voice carried no arrogance, only a gentle certainty. He wasn’t mocking Max—he was genuinely concerned, seeing him shaking under the weight of the golden palms, as if he could be flattened at any moment. + +But Max... he just smiled. Blood trailed down from his lip, his arms trembling, his sword buzzing faintly from strain. Yet that smile never wavered. Because he wasn’t done yet. Not even close. + +"I have yet to show my full strength too," Max muttered, and the moment those words left his mouth, a sudden change rippled through him. His eyes flared—bright crimson, glowing like twin suns forged in hellfire. + +A gust of invisible, bone-chilling wind swept across the battlefield as an overwhelming, dark aura erupted from his body. For a single fleeting instant—just a fraction of a heartbeat—the tips of his hair ignited into a blazing red, like sparks from a dying star. + +It was as if some ancient, malevolent being had stirred inside him, releasing a suppressed hatred, a resentment that had been chained for eons. The very air seemed to groan under the weight of the infernal energy that had awakened. + +It wasn’t complete. It wasn’t the full Infernal Demon Transformation. He had only use that ability for a fraction of a second. But even that flicker—only his eyes and a few strands of his hair—was enough. + +The aura from Max’s body twisted the space around him, distorting the golden hue of the giant palm and the six others hovering behind it. The immense Buddhist pressure, which had been moments from burying him, now trembled, flickering as though unsure of its dominance. + +Max took one step forward. The ground cracked violently beneath his feet. Then, without a single shout or dramatic movement, he raised his sword—now pulsing with a wicked red aura tangled around the pure essence of his Level 2 Concept of Severing Sword—and slashed. + +SLASH! + +In that single motion, a ripple tore through the air. Time seemed to freeze for a second. Then came the sound—like countless bells shattering in unison. The enormous golden palm, and the six others formed from the Buddha’s projection, were all split into pieces. + +Not pushed back. Not resisted. Cut apart. Completely, utterly severed. The shards of golden light scattered into the sky like remnants of broken divinity, fading into the air with an almost mournful hum. + +Max stood amidst the silence, his hair returning to its normal color, the red light vanishing from his eyes. The aura disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, leaving behind only a calm figure holding a slightly trembling sword. + +He had only used a fraction of the Infernal Demon Transformation—barely even tapping into it—but it was enough to slice through what had seemed untouchable. Enough... to turn the tides. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-691.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-691.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da9abae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-691.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 685: Max’s Divine Words" +slug: "ch-691" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 691 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How is that possible?!" Elder Bras’s voice trembled with disbelief, his eyes wide as saucers. Beside him, Travis stood frozen, mouth agape, unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed. + +A second ago, it looked like Max was on the brink of defeat—barely holding on, seconds away from being flattened into dust by that overwhelming golden palm and the six colossal hands summoned by the Buddha’s shadow. + +Everything had pointed to a crushing loss. The ground beneath Max had already cracked, his arms had been trembling violently, and his sword had been slowly inching backward under the weight of the attack. + +Everyone watching had already assumed the outcome. And then, in a heartbeat, it all changed. That sudden, inexplicable burst of terrifying red energy, the demonic brilliance in Max’s eyes, and the way his sword—so resolute, so final—tore through the golden palms like they were made of paper... it completely flipped the battlefield upside down. + +The shift had been so abrupt, so fierce, that even the air itself seemed to pause in shock. + +Elder Drew, who had watched in silence until now, was equally stunned—but for a different reason. He had known Max was strong. He had acknowledged his performance against Kai. + +But not once—not even when Max unleashed his full sword concept—had Elder Drew truly believed that this boy could overcome the Bright Buddha Palace’s top genius. + +And yet... here he stood. Max Morgan. Not crushed. Not even injured. But victorious. And the scene of those shattered palms, disintegrating like divine relics turned to dust, brought an undeniable sense of pride swelling in Elder Drew’s chest. + +This wasn’t just a battle won. It was a statement. A message that the Great Ruler Empire was not to be looked down upon. A grin formed on Elder Drew’s face—slowly at first, then deepening with satisfaction. It had been far too long since he’d felt this kind of triumph. + +Not only had Max overturned the impossible, but he had done it against someone whom everyone thought invincible at least during this battle. A genius who came from the most disciplined, most untouchable of the seven overlord forces. + +Max had proved them all wrong. + +Lyra stood with a calm smile on her face as she watched Max emerge victorious. Yet deep within her mind, countless thoughts stirred. + +She had always known Max was powerful—dangerously so—but the way he had defeated Noah left her puzzled. He hadn’t just won through sheer brute force or luck. No, his victory had been surgical, deliberate, and controlled. + +Especially that final strike... the sudden eruption of demonic energy, the terrifying red gleam in his eyes, the absolute dominance in that single moment—there was no mistaking it. Max had been holding back.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The question now was: how much? How much strength was he truly hiding beneath that calm exterior? What else could he do if he really went all out? + +But after a moment of silent wondering, Lyra shook those thoughts away. If Max didn’t want to reveal his full power, then she had no right to pry. She trusted him. That was enough—for now. + +Meanwhile, Noah, who had finally recovered from the shock of defeat, walked up to Max with bright eyes and an excited smile. + +"Friend, you are amazing! You are absolutely amazing!" he exclaimed with heartfelt admiration. "My elders always told me I was unbeatable within my level. That I could crush even geniuses at the fifth or sixth level of Champion Rank... but today, you proved them wrong. You... with just the strength of 8th level Expert Rank... you defeated me. How did you do it?" + +His voice was filled with awe, his curiosity raw and genuine, like a child encountering something miraculous for the first time. + +Max stood still, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his breath. The aftermath of that final clash had left him drained, not just physically but mentally. That golden palm, empowered by the Buddha shadow, was unlike anything he had ever faced. + +Defending it had taken everything—his sword concept, his draconic strength, even a fragment of his infernal power. As the last remnants of pressure faded from his body, he finally managed to catch his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. + +As for Noah’s question, Max could only smile wryly. What was he even supposed to say? That he’d been holding back most of his true strength? That he still had multiple concepts he hadn’t even touched yet? That he used only a sliver of his Infernal Demon Transformation, just a flicker of that terrifying power? Of course not. That would invite more trouble than it was worth. + +So instead, Max said the first thing that came to mind, stringing together the most nonsensical yet profound-sounding words he could muster. "To be truly invincible," he said, trying to sound mysterious and deep, "you must first believe, with absolute certainty, that you are invincible. There’s no room for maybes, might, could or would—only can." + +Noah blinked, his wide, curious eyes staring at Max in silence for a few seconds. + +Max held his breath, unsure of how the guy would respond. + +And then, slowly, Noah began to nod—slowly at first, then more confidently, like he was piecing together the ultimate puzzle of the universe. "Oh... oh, I see. I see now," he murmured, voice filled with awe. + +His gaze turned distant, and for a terrifying moment, Max saw something shine in Noah’s eyes—a strange flicker, the kind of light someone might have just before entering a state of enlightenment. + +’No way... Don’t tell me this guy is about to enter an enlightened state from that?’ Max was horrified. He stared at Noah, almost expecting golden runes to start circling around him or some divine chant to fill the air. + +But thankfully, the moment passed. Noah’s eyes returned to normal, and he smiled with his usual warm, serene expression. + +Max let out a silent sigh of relief. That had been too close. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally create another monstrous genius on the spot with a throwaway line of bullshit wisdom. + +Noah was already too damn strong. Max didn’t even want to imagine how much scarier he’d be if he had really attained enlightenment just now. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-692.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-692.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..61f1d66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-692.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 686: A Sudden Change" +slug: "ch-692" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 692 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1096 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"The winner of this battle is Max and with that, it is our Great Ruler Empire who will own the mana pool now," Elder Drew finally announced, his voice ringing with satisfaction as a proud smile spread across his face. He couldn’t help but glance sideways at Elder Bras from the Thunder Monarch Hall, as if silently asking—What now? + +The defeat of the Thunder Monarch Hall’s chosen genius had sealed the outcome of the competition in their first game and Elder Drew made no effort to hide the satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. + +Elder Bras, however, responded with only a cold snort. "Hmph," he grunted, clearly suppressing the storm brewing in his chest. His pride had taken a hit today, and it showed in every sharp line of his expression. "It seems your force has found itself a new genius. Nurture him well," he said in a flat tone, but the coldness couldn’t be masked. + +Without sparing another glance, he turned and shot into the sky, disappearing into the distance with a trail of lightning behind him, leaving behind only the sting of his defeat. + +Not long after, Travis stepped forward, his expression an awkward mix of defeat and forced politeness. He bowed slightly toward the elders of both sides and said with a tight, embarrassed smile, "Elders, we will also take our leave." + +Without waiting for a reply, he took out his void shuttle, helping the unconscious Kai into it. Moments later, the shuttle flickered with light and ascended into the sky, vanishing from sight like a defeated shadow retreating from the battlefield. + +With that, the Thunder Monarch Hall’s presence had completely vanished—leaving behind only the silent proof of their crushing defeat and the undeniable rise of a new name: Max. + +"What is the ability you used just now?" A calm but ancient-sounding voice rang out suddenly, startling Max. In the blink of an eye, Elder Heng from the Bright Buddha Palace appeared directly in front of him, as if he had simply materialized from thin air. + +Max instinctively took a step back, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t even sensed the elder’s approach—and that alone spoke volumes of the man’s terrifying strength. But what truly sent a chill down Max’s spine was the immense pressure that descended upon him the moment Elder Heng arrived. + +It was suffocating, overwhelming, like a towering mountain collapsing upon him, ready to crush him into nothingness. The air around him warped, and even breathing became a struggle. + +Max could feel his legs trembling, the urge to kneel bursting through his instincts as if the laws of the world demanded his submission. For a brief moment, it felt as if a slap from this elder could reduce him to ashes. + +But then—click—something inside him shifted. The effect of his title "Primordial" activated, and in an instant, the pressure vanished as if it had never existed. The crushing weight was gone. The sky brightened. + +Max stood tall once more, his gaze meeting Elder Heng’s with calm resolve. + +Elder Heng raised his brows, a clear glint of surprise flashing through his otherwise serene expression. He had just exerted pressure that would make even Legend Rank experts tremble, yet the young man before him stood completely unaffected—as if his presence meant nothing. + +No shaking knees, no forced bowing, not even a flicker of discomfort. It was as though his overwhelming might had been swallowed by the void. That anomaly alone caught the old monk off guard, but now was not the time to dwell on it. He had more pressing questions. + +"What is the ability you just used now to defeat Noah?" he asked again, his voice calm but with an underlying force that demanded an answer. + +Max, still reeling from the abrupt intrusion and pressure, narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t in the mood to entertain questions from someone who had just tried to crush him under a mountain of invisible force. + +A sharp retort was already forming on his tongue, something less than respectful. + +But before he could even open his mouth to respond, a figure descended like a gust of wind between them. Elder Drew appeared, his face stern, voice laced with restrained anger. + +"What is the meaning of this, Elder Heng? I thought the Bright Buddha Palace preached kindness and tranquility. Is this what kindness looks like? Threatening a junior with your strength?" His eyes glared into Elder Heng’s, unwavering. + +The tension between them crackled like dry branches in a storm. Max felt a subtle warmth bloom in his chest seeing Elder Drew stand up for him. + +For a moment, the quiet forest clearing seemed to freeze, caught between a looming conflict of words and principles. + +Noah froze on the spot, completely stunned. He had never, not once in his life, seen Elder Heng like this. The old man had always been the embodiment of calm, the pillar of patience and serenity within the Bright Buddha Palace. + +Yet now, standing a few paces in front of Max, there was something unfamiliar in the elder’s demeanor—something sharp, focused, and almost... disturbed. It was like a veil had been lifted, revealing a side of the elder that Noah never imagined could exist. A side that was intensely inquisitive, even confrontational. + +Lyra’s expression had darkened as well. Her brows furrowed, and without hesitation, she discreetly activated a small button between her fingers, sending a distress signal straight to her father. + +She didn’t know what Elder Heng intended to do, but instincts screamed that this had crossed the line. When one of the strongest expert of the Bright Buddha Palace or even the Middle Domain suddenly turns hostile after a junior wins a competition, something wasn’t right. + +Amid the thick tension, Elder Heng’s voice rang out, quiet yet slicing through the air like a blade. "That vile... evil... demonic aura he released the moment his strength overpowered Noah," he said, his eyes locked onto Max with a predatory calm, "I want to know where it comes from." + +His tone remained as gentle as always, but behind that stillness was an unmistakable glint in his gaze—sharp, discerning, almost surgical—as though he were trying to peel apart Max’s very soul with his stare. + +His eyes scanned Max slowly from head to toe, not missing even a flicker of breath, as though searching for cracks in the boy’s existence. + +Max stood still, his expression steady, but inside, he could feel a tight coil forming in his gut. ’Does he know something about infernal energy?’ That was the only thing running through his mind at the moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-693.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-693.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..213197c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-693.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 687: Suspicion of Elder Heng" +slug: "ch-693" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 693 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1009 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Elder Heng, asking about personal abilities of someone isn’t nice. You should stop that," Elder Drew said in a commanding tone, his voice slicing through the air with a rare sharpness. He stood firmly in front of Max, his eyes locked on the serene yet unsettling figure of the Bright Buddha Palace elder. + +There was no trace of his earlier relaxed demeanor. His stance, his expression, even the subtle pressure in his voice made it clear—he was no longer speaking as a bystander, but as a protector. + +After all, the people of the Bright Buddha Palace were not just respected for their strength across the Middle Domain, but revered for their reputation—gentle, kind, and magnanimous. That was their image, the one they had cultivated for countless generations. + +But now, one of their very elders stood interrogating a junior—his eyes intense, his tone pressing, his presence overbearing. Elder Drew couldn’t help but be suspicious. Why such fixation? Why now? + +"Elder Drew... I said I want to know what ability Max used to defeat Noah." Elder Heng’s voice came again, calm but rigid, his gaze now locked directly with Drew’s like two ancient swords crossing in stillness before the inevitable clash. + +There was no smile, no serenity—just raw focus, as if the answer to that question mattered more than the entire battle itself. + +"Heng Preacher!" Elder Drew’s expression finally cracked with fury. His voice thundered, startling even the air. "You are an elder of the Bright Buddha Palace—then act like one! This behavior, this tone, this pressure upon a junior... it is beneath someone of your stature. I am warning you, not as an equal, but as the representative of the Great Ruler Empire—if you dare cross that line again, I will not be this polite next time." + +The ground beneath them seemed to still. Even Lyra, Max and Noah who had remained silent found themselves holding their breath. Tension sparked in the air like flint ready to ignite. + +One word from either side... and things would spiral out of control. + +"Alright, before this matter escalates any further, I’ll just answer Elder Heng’s question," Max’s calm and steady voice rang out, cutting through the heavy atmosphere like a breeze slicing through smoke. + +His tone held no fear, no arrogance—just clarity. Everyone turned to look at him, surprised by the composure in his voice despite standing between two titans on the verge of clashing. + +"You don’t have to," Elder Drew said immediately, his eyes still fixed on Elder Heng. His voice held a quiet but firm assurance, the kind that left no room for doubt. + +He wasn’t just saying it to protect Max—he meant it. Completely. There wasn’t a single thread of hesitation in his words. As the First Elder of the Great Ruler Empire, he didn’t fear Elder Heng, or any other elder from the so-called seven overlord forces. Not even for a moment. + +He stood tall, like an unshakeable mountain between Max and the pressing gaze of the Buddha Palace’s elder. The weight of decades of experience, battles, and authority settled on his shoulders like a mantle of pride and power. His aura didn’t surge outward, it didn’t need to. + +He had been forged in the era when the Great Ruler Empire was undisputed in the Middle Domain. An era when the empire’s name alone could cause entire forces to lower their heads. + +He wasn’t the First Elder of the empire for nothing. Nor did he need to prove anything to anyone here. He simply believed—firmly, unshakably—that Max didn’t owe anyone an answer, especially not to someone who used force to demand it. + +Max shook his head slowly, the tension in the air making it hard to breathe. "I don’t want this matter to escalate any further because of me," he said softly, his voice carrying both exhaustion and resolve. + +He let out a quiet sigh before turning his gaze to Elder Heng, whose expression hadn’t shifted in the slightest. "The ability I used just now... it’s from my class, Blood Berserker. It’s called Rumbling. It boosts my strength drastically, but only for a few seconds. I can’t maintain it for long. It’s a last resort kind of thing." + +Elder Heng didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch. He just stared straight into Max’s eyes like he was staring through every lie Max had ever told. "You can’t fool me, kid," the old man said, his voice like still water hiding a current of thunder underneath. + +Max’s heart skipped a beat. Something in that gaze, in those words, made his body tighten on instinct. He didn’t even notice the faint tremble in his fingers. + +"The way of Buddha is benevolent, calm, and pure," Elder Heng continued, voice steady as stone. "But the ability you used just now... that was malevolent. Pure evil. A darkness that stands in direct opposition to everything we believe in. In that moment, the aura you released reminded me of the Nulls. Those corrupted, forgotten beings. It reminded me of the Ascendants... and even worse, it was darker than theirs. More twisted. More vile. I’ve lived a long life, and I’ve fought those things in the deepest voids this world dares not speak of... and what I felt from you—" he paused, his voice low and weighty, "—was worse." + +A silence settled over the clearing, heavy and suffocating. + +"And you know," Elder Heng continued, narrowing his eyes slightly, "our path, the path of the Buddha, exists to erase such evil from this world. We exist to cleanse it with purity and silence it with light." + +He stepped closer, each word growing colder. "So remember this. I don’t have the proof yet. I don’t know exactly what dwells inside you... but if I ever confirm that you truly carry that evil within—" he raised his hand, not to strike, but to point, "—then the Buddha himself shall pass judgment through my hands." + +His words echoed through the clearing like a divine verdict. And for a moment, Max felt like the weight of the sky had settled on his shoulders. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-694.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-694.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c890b1f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-694.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 688: Mana Pool" +slug: "ch-694" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 694 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max, Lyra, and Elder Drew moved deeper a the dimly lit cave, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly against the damp stone walls. A faint bluish glow shimmered from ahead, hinting at the mana pool’s presence. + +Elder Drew walked ahead, hands clasped behind his back, speaking with a light tone as he explained the procedures. + +He talked about the special sealing formation they would use to extract the mana pool without disturbing the natural balance, how it would be transported through the empire’s spatial vault, and how it would ultimately be stationed in the Great Ruler Empire’s cultivation sanctuary to nourish future generations of geniuses. + +His voice was steady, filled with authority and pride. But behind him, Max remained quiet, not responding, not even nodding. + +Since the moment Elder Heng delivered that unsettling warning, a heaviness had settled in Max’s chest. The old man and Noah had already left, acknowledging the result of the competition and giving the Great Ruler Empire their rightful claim over the mana pool. + +But what lingered wasn’t their presence—it was the words. That silent accusation. That lingering threat. + +"Don’t think too much about it," Elder Drew said with a soft chuckle, glancing over his shoulder and noticing the deep, contemplative expression carved into Max’s face. "The Bright Buddha Palace may be mysterious, even odd, but when it comes to true strength—when it matters—we of the Great Ruler Empire are still a notch above. I can assure you that. You don’t need to carry that old man’s words on your back." + +Lyra turned to Max as well, her voice gentle. "Don’t worry about it, Max. Everything will be fine."𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +Max nodded silently as he followed Elder Drew and Lyra deeper into the cave, the faint glow of the mana pool reflecting off the damp stone walls like veins of light guiding them forward. His steps were steady, his expression calm, but his thoughts ran deeper than ever. + +The Bright Buddha Palace? They were formidable, sure. Their strength, heritage, and mysterious techniques made them one of the true giants of the Middle Domain. But Max didn’t fear them. Not in the slightest. + +If push came to shove, he had ways to vanish from their reach, and tricks that no elder could predict. And more importantly, he wasn’t planning to run forever. + +No. He knew—deep in his bones—that given time, he wouldn’t need to escape at all. Given time, he would grow. He would rise. And when that moment came, when he stood tall with every ounce of his power unleashed, even the Bright Buddha Palace would have to look him in the eye. As an equal. Or perhaps... something far beyond that. + +Though what made him worried about was the recognition of his infernal energy. + +The confrontation with Elder Heng lingered in his mind—not because he feared the Bright Buddha Palace, but because of what the elder had seen. Max had always known his Infernal Demon Transformation was dangerous, a power shrouded in dark origins and twisted energy. A power linked to Mark. + +But for someone like Elder Heng to link it so easily to the Nulls, the Ascendants, and worse... that was troubling. It meant they had knowledge, insight into the forbidden, and perhaps even ways to track or suppress such powers. + +That brief burst of infernal energy, even just a flicker, had drawn suspicion like a beacon in the dark. ’The Bright Buddha Palace... I’ll need to be more careful when I use Infernal Demon Transformation again,’ he thought, his gaze briefly flicking toward Lyra. ’If even one elder can sense its true nature, then the next time I show it, I might not get a warning. I might get a killing blow instead.’ + +His grip tightened slightly. Power was a blessing, but exposure was a curse. Until he could wield it freely without fear, he would have to dance between shadows—unseen, unknown, and unchallenged. For now. + +"We have arrived at the mana pool," Lyra said with a soft smile as she stepped aside, revealing the heart of the cave. + +Max’s eyes were instantly drawn to the source of the gentle, otherworldly light. There it was—a small, glowing pool nestled into the rocky basin of the cavern. The water shimmered with a radiant blue hue, giving off a calm, pulsing energy that filled the air with tranquility and power. + +It wasn’t large by any means, no bigger than a small bathing pool, perhaps able to hold five or six people at most. Yet the density of mana inside it was staggering. Max could feel it in his bones, the raw elemental energy pressing lightly against his skin like mist made of power. + +"I’ll contact the Great Ruler Empire to begin the process of transporting the pool," Elder Drew said, already tapping on his holowatch, the device lighting up as he prepared the necessary transmission. + +"No, wait!" Max suddenly called out, stepping forward with a serious expression. + +Elder Drew raised a brow and paused his hand. "What is it?" he asked, genuinely curious at the interruption. + +"There’s no need to transport the mana pool," Max said with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "My class... it allows me to absorb energy directly from natural sources. And this mana pool qualifies." + +He looked toward the pool again, eyes gleaming with intent. "From what I can tell, the condensed mana here is extremely pure, but the quantity isn’t that large. I estimate that only four or five people could benefit from it, at most. It wouldn’t be enough to significantly benefit the entire empire." + +Max turned back to Elder Drew and bowed slightly in request. "So, I want to make a personal request. Please allow me to absorb as much mana as I can from the pool right now. I want to use this opportunity to break through to Master Rank. After that, if anything remains, we can still transport it." + +His tone was calm, but there was a deep determination in his voice. For Max, this was an opportunity, an opportunity to level up to Master Rank. Only after reaching the Master Rank was when Max could truly implement his plan to reach the peak of Champion Rank in the next two years. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-695.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-695.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3144441 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-695.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 689: Absorbing the mana from Mana Pool" +slug: "ch-695" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 695 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1055 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Elder Drew, that’s what I wanted as well," Lyra said softly, stepping forward as she looked at him with a calm and composed gaze. Her words didn’t come as a surprise to Max—she had already told him about this—but hearing her say it openly confirmed what he felt deep down. + +She had seen this outcome, anticipated this moment, and created the path for him. That was why she chose him to represent the Great Ruler Empire from the very start. Her confidence in him hadn’t been born from impulse, but from intent. + +Elder Drew fell into a thoughtful silence for a few moments, his eyes shifting from Lyra to Max, as if weighing the decision one last time. + +Then, with a small smile curling on his lips, he gave a nod. "It’s really not that hard for me to agree to something like this," he said with a hint of pride in his tone. + +He turned to Max fully now, eyes filled with approval. "Kid, you fought for the face of our Great Ruler Empire... and you didn’t let us down, not even in the slightest. For that alone, I’ll grant your wish." + +He paused briefly, then added, his voice becoming a little more solemn yet reassuring, "And remember, you are now a full-fledged member of the Great Ruler Empire. You’ve earned that through your strength and will. If you have any similar requests in the future, don’t hesitate. Speak freely." + +Max bowed respectfully, sincerity reflected in every gesture and every word. "Thank you, Elder Drew," he said, his voice firm but humble. He meant it. Not just out of courtesy, but from a genuine place of respect—for the elder who stood up for him against Elder Heng without hesitation. + +In his mind he also thanked Lyra deeply. It was only because of her that he was here. + +"Alright, you two kids handle things here. I’ll see you back at the empire," Elder Drew said with a light chuckle, waving his hand casually before turning around. With steady steps, the elder made his way out of the cave, his presence slowly fading until only silence remained. + +Lyra turned to Max immediately, her expression shifting to one of solemn curiosity. "Can you really absorb mana from the mana pool and level up to Master Rank without the assistance of runes?" she asked seriously, her brows slightly furrowed. + +There was no playfulness in her tone now—only the sharpness of someone who knew the weight of such a claim. + +In their world, it was a known fact that cultivation through pure ambient mana, even condensed mana pools like this one, required the support of runes, guidance machines, or special treasures to channel it efficiently into one’s body. + +Only a few rare materials—treasured fruits, or the most common - monster cores could be directly absorbed to increase power without those constraints. And if Max could break even that rule... + +Then he was no longer just a genius. + +He was something entirely different. + +An anomaly. + +Max met her gaze without flinching and nodded. "I can." His voice was calm, not arrogant, not boastful—just a quiet confirmation. + +He didn’t offer any explanation, didn’t go into details about this ability or how he could do it. He knew there was no need for words here. If Lyra wanted answers, she would find them herself soon enough—because once he began absorbing the mana from this pool, the truth would reveal itself on its own. + +With that thought in mind, Max didn’t hesitate a second longer and leapt directly into the mana pond. The moment his body touched the water, a soothing, cool sensation flowed over him, like stepping into a calm stream after a blazing summer day. + +But that serenity was quickly overshadowed by something far more overwhelming—the suffocatingly dense presence of pure mana. It wasn’t like the usual energy floating in the air. + +No. This mana was thick, almost syrup-like in its concentration, pressing against his skin, seeping into every pore, wrapping around him like a second layer of reality. + +To an ordinary expert, this would’ve been torturous—like being surrounded by the most delicious feast imaginable yet being cursed without a mouth to consume it. All the power in the world, right there, within reach... and yet completely useless. + +But for Max it was the exact opposite. + +’Devour.’ The word slipped from his mouth like a whisper, but it carried the weight of a command. Instantly, a wave of black flames erupted from within him, licking outwards like living shadows, greedy and hungry. + +The flames weren’t hot—they didn’t burn in the traditional sense. Instead, they consumed, stripping everything down to its essence. The pond, once glowing in beautiful tranquil blue, turned pitch black within seconds. + +And then, as if responding to some hidden rhythm within Max’s body, the black flames began to spiral, slowly twisting and coiling around him like a vortex of shadows. + +Max stood at the center, his expression calm and composed, as if he had entered a meditative state, entirely in tune with the consuming force he had unleashed. The spiral wasn’t wild or chaotic—it moved with eerie precision, drawing in the surrounding mana with unstoppable pull. + +The mana pool, once glowing blue and full of vibrant energy, now visibly dimmed as its essence was drained away. One could clearly see the black flames eating into the water, the level of mana visibly lowering second by second, like a cup slowly being emptied. + +It was no longer just energy floating around—it was a stream of life force being siphoned away directly into Max’s being.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +Lyra stood by the edge of the pool, utterly stunned. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, reflected the dark spirals churning in the water. "Amazing..." she breathed, as if she could hardly trust her own voice. What she was witnessing simply defied common sense. + +She knew how difficult it was to absorb raw mana, even with powerful rune formations and elite-level assistance tools back in the Great Ruler Empire. Those methods required coordination, preparation, and precise control. + +Yet here Max was—alone, unassisted, and devouring pure condensed mana at a speed that would put their most advanced absorption chambers to shame. + +The black flames were like a gluttonous entity, consuming without waste, absorbing without pause. Lyra had known Max was special—but this? This was something else entirely. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-696.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-696.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7da7859 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-696.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 690: Into the Master Rank" +slug: "ch-696" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 696 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Black Lotus Guild... As far as I know, they didn’t have this ability,’ Lyra thought to herself, her gaze fixed on the black flames spiraling around Max as they devoured the mana pool without restraint. Her eyes narrowed with a trace of curiosity and unease. + +She had long suspected Max’s connection to the Black Lotus Guild from the Lower Domain. It wasn’t just a guess—it was something she had quietly confirmed through his aura, his fighting style, and above all, those distinctive black flames. + +Only those with a certain bloodline, a trait passed down in secrecy from the ancient era from the Black Lotus Guild, possessed flames of that color. It was a mark, a signature of their legacy. + +And in the Middle Domain, there were few who didn’t know the legend of the Black Lotus Guild—once a peerless force that had stood at the pinnacle of strength, rivaling even the strongest empires and palaces. + +But that was a different time. Centuries of decline had stripped the guild of its former glory, and now they barely qualified to stand beside the seven overlord forces. Their current strength was a shadow of what it once was. + +And yet, Max—this young man from the Lower Domain, bearing the black flames of the Black Lotus—he was something different. His techniques, his aura, even his presence, felt more dangerous than anyone she had ever met. + +And now, watching him absorb the mana pool so effortlessly, using black flames that moved with a devouring hunger far beyond the Black Lotus Guild’s known abilities, Lyra couldn’t help but question everything she thought she knew. ’Has the Black Lotus Guild been hiding this ability the entire time... or is Max something else entirely?’ + +Woosh! + +Just then, a powerful surge of energy rippled from Max’s body, momentarily distorting the air around him and catching Lyra’s attention once again. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the abrupt rise in his strength. ’He already reached the 9th level of Expert Rank?’ she thought, stunned by the speed of his progression. + +She had expected him to improve, but this was far beyond her imagination. The rate at which Max was devouring the mana from the pool was monstrous—unnatural even. + +’I wonder... how many lotus petals he will bloom when he awakens his Divine Path Lotus for the first time,’ she pondered, her heart filled with both curiosity and anticipation. + +Just as the thought passed her mind, another wave of energy pulsed outward. Her breath hitched as Max’s strength surged once more—he had broken through to the 10th level of Expert Rank, the peak of his current realm. + +Inside the pool, wrapped in the spiraling black flames, Max’s expression remained calm, but his heart brimmed with satisfaction. ’Finally... I’ve reached the peak of Expert Rank,’ he thought silently, eyes still closed in deep focus. + +Yet, he didn’t stop. He knew the breakthrough to the next major realm—the Master Rank—would demand a massive amount of energy. So, without the slightest hesitation, he let his black flames devour the mana with reckless abandon, drawing every last drop of essence from the glowing pool. + +Hours slipped by like grains of sand. The world outside darkened as night cloaked the sky. The pool glowed dimmer and dimmer, its essence thinning under Max’s insatiable draw. Then suddenly— + +Boom! + +A thunderous explosion of energy erupted from the heart of the pool, shaking the entire cavern. The black flames burst outward and scattered like stars before fading into the darkness. + +At the center of the broken pool, Max now stood tall, his aura completely transformed. The once calm energy around him had grown deeper, more refined, more oppressive. He had stepped into a new realm. + +Max had officially broken through. + +He was now at the 1st level of Master Rank. + +’I’m at least five times stronger than when I was at the 8th level of Expert Rank,’ Max thought as he slowly clenched his fists, feeling the raw, unfiltered power flowing through his veins like molten fire. Every inch of his body pulsed with newfound strength—his bones denser, his muscles tighter, and his energy more refined. + +He took a long, deep breath, and even that seemed to shake the air subtly. If he were to face Noah now, Max was certain... certain that he wouldn’t even need to rely on the edge of invincibility from the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. + +Just the sheer power of his level 2 Concept of Severing Sword alone would be enough to slash Noah’s seven buddha palms into dust—instantly, decisively. + +’Can I push to level 2?’ The thought flickered in his mind like a tempting spark. But as his gaze drifted around, reality settled in. The mana pool—once a glowing, serene source of incredible power—was now dry, cracked, and utterly ruined. His breakthrough to the Master Rank had consumed it entirely. Not a trace of that brilliant blue mana remained. + +A pang of regret tugged at his heart. That pool was a treasure, one that countless people would’ve fought over, one that could’ve elevated four or five other geniuses. And he had drained it alone. + +But the regret didn’t linger long. He knew that the mana pool, even if left untouched, wouldn’t have lasted long. The density of mana had already begun to thin when he’d stepped into the final phase of his advancement. In the end, it was either use it all now or waste what remained. He had chosen the path forward. And with that, he didn’t look back.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +"Huh? Where is your Divine Path Lotus?" Lyra’s voice echoed through the cave, filled with confusion and an underlying note of concern as she stepped closer, her eyes fixed on Max with a puzzled frown. The moment she spoke, the air in the cave seemed to still, and even the remnants of mana lingering in the atmosphere quieted. + +Max turned toward her, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he noticed the change in her expression—solemn, serious, and very unlike the calm confidence she usually carried. Her gaze was sharp and searching, like she was trying to solve a mystery that didn’t make sense. + +Max tilted his head, unsure of what she meant. "What do you mean by Divine Path Lotus?" He asked curiously. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-697.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-697.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..268b4e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-697.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 691: Divine Path Lotus" +slug: "ch-697" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 697 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You don’t know?" Lyra asked, her frown deepening before her expression softened as she recalled Max’s origin from the Lower Domain. + +Realizing he might genuinely be unaware of something so fundamental, she slowly nodded and began to explain. "The Divine Path Lotus is a mystical phenomenon that every expert naturally awakens upon stepping into the Master Rank. It’s not something one trains or forcibly summons. When someone truly enters this realm, the world itself resonates with their breakthrough, and in response, a lotus blooms behind them—glowing, ethereal, and unique to their potential. The number of petals that bloom represents their innate path, their talent, and how far they can go in their journey toward divinity." + +She paused, her gaze narrowing slightly in confusion. "But... clearly, your Divine Path Lotus hasn’t awakened at all, despite you having stepped into the Master Rank." Her voice carried a hint of disbelief, as if what she was witnessing challenged everything she knew about cultivation itself. + +Max remained quiet, the weight of her words sinking in. A phenomenon that everyone experienced—a universal milestone—and yet, it hadn’t happened to him. No bloom. No light. No lotus. Just... silence. + +A strange, hollow feeling filled his chest. If this was something all experts shared, then why had he been excluded? Why had the heavens ignored his breakthrough? Or—worse—what if it wasn’t the heavens ignoring him... but something else entirely? + +"What is the significance of this Divine Path Lotus?" Max asked, his tone filled with genuine curiosity. Now that he knew he had missed something important, something everyone else seemed to experience naturally, he needed to understand its value. He needed to know what he had lost... or perhaps what he still had to gain. + +Lyra didn’t answer immediately. She fell silent for a few seconds, as if carefully choosing her words. Then she looked up, her expression a mix of awe and uncertainty. + +"The Divine Path Lotus is... mysterious," she said slowly. "Even in the Great Ruler Empire, we don’t fully understand it. But what we do know—what has been passed down through legends and recorded in ancient scrolls—is that it reflects a person’s destiny. When someone steps into the Master Rank, their soul resonates with the laws of the world, and a real lotus—yes, a true glowing lotus—blooms in the sky above them. The number of petals it blooms is not random. It’s said to reflect your potential, your talent, and your destiny." + +She paused, then added, "The more petals your Divine Path Lotus blooms, the higher your ceiling as an expert. Some people only awaken ten or fifteen petals... others, if they’re lucky or extremely talented, bloom more . But the legendary talents, the ones who make the heavens tremble with their footsteps, have bloomed more than twenty petals. The most ever recorded in our history was twenty-nine. And it’s said that if someone were to ever bloom thirty-six petals... then they would be someone destined to rewrite the very laws of world itself." + +Her voice dropped into a whisper. "But no one has ever seen it. Some even believe thirty-six petals is a myth, a lie woven into ancient times to give people something unreachable to strive for." + +She looked at Max, her eyes studying him closely. "But the fact that you broke through without even a single petal blooming... that’s something I’ve never heard of before. It’s as if the world didn’t respond to your existence. And yet... your power is undeniable. It doesn’t make sense." + +Max grew thoughtful at her words, his brows furrowed slightly as he stared at the now-empty mana pool, the soft blue glow long devoured by his black flames. But after a few seconds, he exhaled deeply and shrugged it off. + +"It seems I haven’t awakened it for some reason. Maybe it’ll happen when I level up to Champion Rank," he said with a sigh, trying not to let the disappointment sink too deep. Some things were simply out of his hands. He couldn’t force the heavens to recognize him—at least not yet. + +"I hope so," Lyra responded, her tone lighter but still edged with concern. "The blooming of petals doesn’t happen all at once. It takes place in stages. Usually, a few petals bloom at the Master Rank, a few more in Champion Rank, and so on, all the way to the Divine Rank. Every major breakthrough pushes the Divine Path Lotus closer to its full bloom." She glanced at him sideways. "So maybe... yours is just late." + +Max nodded slowly, filing the information away. If what she said was true, then he still had chances—many, perhaps. He just had to keep climbing, keep evolving. + +"Let’s go back to the empire," Lyra finally said, her voice firm but relaxed now, the air of mystery and pressure beginning to fade as the two of them turned to leave the cave. + +On the way out of the cave, as they walked under the faint light of the mana crystals that shimmered along the walls, Max couldn’t help but glance at Lyra and ask, "Now that I’m in the Master Rank, can I get the status of a 2-star genius?" + +His tone was casual, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He still remembered clearly how it was only through Lyra’s influence that he was granted the title of a 1-star genius in the Great Ruler Empire, even though he hadn’t been a Master Rank at that time. + +Now that he had finally broken through, he wondered if she could help once more. After all, having the title of a 2-star genius in a place as competitive and prestigious as the Middle Domain was no small matter—it could open doors even strength sometimes couldn’t. + +But Lyra shook her head gently. "Sadly, no," she said with a soft chuckle, "But you can do it yourself now." + +"I can?" Max blinked, a little surprised. He had assumed that being in the Champion Rank was a basic requirement for the 2-star status, and although he felt confident in his new strength, he hadn’t imagined it would be enough. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-698.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-698.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2726615 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-698.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 692: Difficulty of Status Advancement" +slug: "ch-698" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 698 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lyra nodded, her expression turning serious. "You know about the Battle Realm, right?" + +Max gave a short nod. "Yeah. It exists in the Lower Domain as well." + +"That’s it, then," she said with a knowing smile. "In the Battle Realm, rankings don’t lie. If you want to become a 2-star genius, all you have to do is win ten battles against current 2-star geniuses. If you can defeat them fair and square, your status will be updated automatically. No politics, no favoritism—just strength." + +"It’s that easy?" Max asked curiously, his brows slightly raised as he walked beside Lyra through the dim stone tunnel leading them out of the cave. The walls were damp, the air still buzzing faintly with leftover mana, but his attention was now entirely on her words. + +Lyra chuckled lightly, glancing at him with a look that was half amusement, half seriousness. "It’s easy for you, but not for everyone," she said plainly. "You have to understand, most so-called geniuses take months—some even years—to win just ten battles against 2-star geniuses. That’s because the opponents aren’t just from their own faction or empire. The Battle Realm pulls contenders from all the forces of the Middle Domain... including the Four God Nations." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh, so it’s like that," he muttered, the picture forming clearly in his mind now. + +It wasn’t a closed test or limited trial—it was a gauntlet that required standing tall against a continent’s worth of elite geniuses. He nodded to himself as the implication sunk in. To be classified as a 2-star genius, you had to prove you weren’t just strong—you had to be dominant across borders. A true peak among peaks. + +And what made it more terrifying was the general standard of 2-star geniuses themselves. From what he knew, a 2-star genius was someone who could fight and win against opponents two small levels above them. + +In simple terms, a level 2 Champion Rank 2-star genius could defeat an average level 4 Champion Rank genius. That level of strength wasn’t something any ordinary genius could handle. + +A moment later, Max and Lyra emerged from the depths of the cave to the top of the hill. The winds here were cooler, fresher, brushing across Max’s face like whispers of the world waiting for him beyond. + +Without wasting any time, Lyra extended her hand and summoned her void shuttle—a sleek, obsidian vessel that shimmered faintly with ethereal runes along its sides. The hatch opened with a soft hiss, and the two of them stepped aboard. + +With a subtle pulse of mana, the shuttle lifted smoothly into the air, cutting through the sky with incredible speed as the land below turned to a blur. + +--- + +Upon their return to the Great Ruler Empire, the grandeur of the city welcomed them like a tide of light and life. + +Max stepped out of the void shuttle and turned to Lyra. "Thank you," he said sincerely, his voice soft but heavy with meaning. + +"Inform me when you are finally a 2-star genius." Lyra simply smiled and nodded, saying nothing more, and then flew away with her void shuttle. + +Max nodded to her and stood there for a moment, watching her vanish into the distance before turning on his heel. + +Without hesitation, he made his way through the city, his footsteps steady as he approached one of the most important places for any experts seeking to climb the ranks—the grounds that held the access to the battle realm. + +The black cube that granted access to the mysterious battle realm was unlike anything else Max had ever encountered. It defied all conventional logic—no matter how powerful a spatial ring was, the cube simply couldn’t be stored inside it. + +Because of this peculiarity, such cubes were always kept out in the open, placed in secure but accessible locations where qualified individuals could use them. + +Curious about the one belonging to the Great Ruler Empire, Max pulled up the empire’s information on his holowatch and quickly found what he was looking for. + +There was only a single black cube in the entire empire, and it was housed within a place known as the Battle Hall—a fortified structure said to be constantly under elite guard due to the value of what it contained. + +However, not just anyone could stroll in and use it. According to the information listed, access was heavily restricted. Only star-ranked geniuses—those officially recognized as 1-star, 2-star, or higher—were allowed to enter the battle realm freely. The same went for Heaven Grade geniuses, who were rare in themselves. + +For all other talented geniuses hoping to prove their worth and obtain the coveted 1-star status, they needed to first gain the approval of a recognized elder of the empire. + +Without such a recommendation, even the most skilled individuals would find the doors of the Battle Hall firmly closed to them. This rigid system, Max realized, was in place to maintain the prestige and discipline associated with those allowed to fight within the battle realm. + +After asking a few geniuses along the way and getting some curious looks in return, Max finally stood before the famed Battle Hall. + +The structure was massive—an imposing rectangular building crafted from a sleek, metallic stone that shimmered faintly under the sunlight. Two towering statues guarded the entrance like ancient sentinels. + +One was of a warrior with a fierce gaze, pointing a sword directly at his opponent. The other stood firm, calm, with one hand raised, summoning a translucent barrier to block the incoming strike. Beneath them, carved in thick, bold letters that glowed with a steady bluish light, were the words: "Battle Hall." + +Max found his gaze locked onto those words. The moment his eyes fell upon them, he felt it—something intangible, yet unmistakably potent. An invisible pressure surged through the air, brushing against his skin and pricking at his instincts. + +It was like a silent roar that echoed within his heart, an intent that seeped from the very building itself. A desire to fight. An unrelenting drive to clash, to struggle, to prove, to survive. It wasn’t bloodlust—it was purer than that. Sharper. Older. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-699.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-699.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a418870 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-699.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 693: Concept of Battle" +slug: "ch-699" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 699 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1025 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Is this the Concept of Battle?" Max muttered, astonished. Even just standing there, doing nothing, he could faintly sense the will to battle pressing against his spirit. It wasn’t threatening—rather, it was inviting, like a call to arms for anyone bold enough to accept it. And that only meant one thing. + +Someone in the Great Ruler Empire had truly comprehended the Concept of Battle—a Myth Grade concept. The rarest, the most difficult to grasp, yet among the strongest that existed in the world. Max clenched his fists slightly, his excitement rising. + +If someone had left their will engraved into this place, then that person... must be one of the true giants of the Great Ruler Empire—or perhaps the last. Either way, Max couldn’t help but wonder—who was the legendary figure behind this Battle Hall? + +As Max approached the grand structure of the Battle Hall, a sense of solemnity and significance settled over him. The place was bustling—hundreds of young geniuses and battle-hardened geniuses moving in and out through the massive, rune-inscribed gates that glowed faintly with power. + +But amidst that flow, one thing stood out clearly: those who came with elders or had just been granted the 1-star genius status had to go through a separate, heavily monitored entrance. That line moved slower, guarded by sentries and surveillance arrays, with a designated verification booth stationed to confirm their credentials. + +Max quietly joined the line, waiting his turn while observing the variety of expressions—some excited, some nervous—on the faces around him. + +When his turn finally came, the woman at the booth glanced up with practiced indifference. "Proof of your identity," she requested in a calm, professional tone. + +Max nodded and raised his wrist, tapping a few times on his holowatch. A holographic profile appeared mid-air, clearly marked with the insignia of the Great Ruler Empire, listing his name, rank, and official genius status. + +The woman gave the details a quick scan, her eyes flickering with subtle interest at his recent promotion before she gave a small nod. "You are good to go." + +With that, Max stepped forward, past the threshold of the Battle Hall. Behind him, the system quietly recognized his identity and added him to its internal network. From now on, he wouldn’t need to stand in line again. As a verified genius under the Great Ruler Empire, the Battle Hall’s systems would open the path for him automatically. + +Inside the vast hall, a massive black cube stood silently at its center, emanating a faint, mysterious hum. Its surface was smooth like obsidian, etched with faint lines of energy that pulsed with a slow rhythm, as if breathing. + +Surrounding it, hundreds upon thousands of young geniuses from the Great Ruler Empire moved about with purpose—some entering the cube, others walking out, their expressions ranging from proud satisfaction to quiet frustration. + +This was the Battle Hall, a sacred proving ground for the empire’s geniuses, and for once, Max blended into the crowd perfectly. Not a single person turned to gawk or whisper his name. It was a rare moment of peace, and Max welcomed it. + +’It’s good I came here after reaching Master Rank,’ he thought quietly, his eyes scanning the crowd. ’If I had entered this place while still in the Expert Rank, it would’ve caused an uproar.’ + +He could already imagine the whispers, the stares, the challenges from arrogant geniuses seeking to trample an "unworthy" intruder. But now, he was one of them—just another Master Rank genius stepping into the battlefield of elites as a 1-star genius. + +There wasn’t much else in the hall aside from the imposing black cube, no unnecessary decorations or distractions. Just the entrance to the realm of battles. + +Without wasting a second more, Max walked steadily toward the cube, his footsteps calm, his expression resolute. As he reached the cube, his figure disappeared into the blackness, stepping into the trial that would either elevate him to a 2-star genius—or break him trying. + +Max soon found himself standing alone inside a small, quiet white room. The walls were pristine, the air still, and the silence almost unnatural—as if the space itself was waiting for something. + +Then, right before him, a translucent screen shimmered into existence, hovering in mid-air. A soft mechanical chime echoed as a message appeared across it: + +[Would you like to use your authorized name in the Great Ruler Empire or choose something else?] + +Max stared at the glowing text, his mind drifting for a second. He knew that using his real name might expose him unnecessarily. + +Besides, this was a new realm, a place to test his strength anonymously. He didn’t want to carry expectations—just results. + +"Name..." he muttered thoughtfully under his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly before the corner of his lips curled up. "I want to use a different name," he replied. + +[State your name.] + +Max smiled faintly. "White Death." He had long wanted to use that name in the Lower Domain during the time he went inside the Battle Realm but he became too famous to do that in the end. + +There was a pause. The screen flickered softly before another set of messages blinked into view. + +[White Death... Name confirmed.] + +[A genius of the Great Ruler Empire confirmed.] + +[1-star genius confirmed.] + +As those words faded away, a blue door slowly materialized to his right. The glow it emitted was soft yet radiant, drawing Max’s gaze with quiet authority. This was the entrance—the threshold into the Battle Realm. + +Max didn’t rush. Instead, he reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a white mask. No slits for the eyes. No grooves or designs. No expressions. Just an eerie, featureless piece that seemed to swallow light rather than reflect it. A mask devoid of identity. + +He slid it onto his face, and the change was immediate. From an observer’s perspective, it was almost unsettling—like watching a ghost wrap itself in silence. The mask was simple, yes, but that was what made it feel so unnatural. No patterns. No holes. No signs of humanity. + +And then, without a word, Max—now White Death—turned and stepped through the glowing blue door into the unknown battles awaiting him beyond. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-7.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-7.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36e3374 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-7.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 7: A New Skill" +slug: "ch-7" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 7 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1081 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max immediately fired four magic bullets at the incoming fireball. + +BANG! BANG! BANG! + +The first two bullets dissipated some of the fire on impact, but the next two bullets completely neutralized the fireball before it could reach Max. + +'It took four magic bullets to destroy one fireball from the Goblin Shaman... If I can do the same... Interesting,' Max mused as he launched an attack. + +He fired four magic bullets simultaneously, aiming straight at the Goblin Shaman's head. + +But the Goblin Shaman was prepared. It fired four lightning bolts from its staff, which intercepted the magic bullets and neutralized them. + +Max frowned when he noticed that the Goblin Shaman's lightning bolts had canceled out his magic bullets. 'I don't want a close-combat battle, but it seems I don't have much choice here,' he thought as he began dashing toward the Goblin Shaman. + +Midway toward the goblin, he fired another magic bullet. + +In response, the Goblin Shaman unleashed another fireball at him. Seeing this, Max smiled and fired three more bullets. + +His four magic bullets destroyed the fireball midway. + +However, just after that, the Goblin Shaman launched five lightning bolts. + +'This is it,' Max thought, waiting for the moment. As the five lightning bolts crackled through the air toward him, Max swiftly activated his Three Dimensional Body skill. In an instant, the entire hall unfolded before him in an omniscient, all-encompassing perspective. + +Every movement, every flicker of the lightning bolts, became crystal clear. He could see their precise trajectories, calculate their speeds, and predict their destinations with uncanny accuracy. To Max, it was as if time itself had slowed, the chaos of the attack reduced to a perfectly clear map of possibilities. + +With such god-like ability, dodging the five lightning bolts while moving toward them was child's play for Max. + +He made a series of odd maneuvers as he dashed, effortlessly dodging the lightning bolts, and within moments, he was close to the Goblin Shaman. + +He could use his sword, and he very much wanted to, but he knew his sword art wouldn't do much against a level 4 goblin. The only attack that might be effective in killing the Goblin Shaman was firing all ten bullets at its body, but Max had other plans. + +Since coming out of the Dimension of Time, he had been using Magic Bullets frequently and had fired all ten bullets many times. But now, after witnessing the Goblin Shaman's fireball attack, he had come up with a new idea. + +He wanted to combine all ten magic bullets into one large magic bullet, which would have the power of all ten bullets combined. + +'Let's try it. The worst that could happen is I fail and have to use the Three Dimensional Body to escape,' Max thought. He pointed a finger at the Goblin Shaman, positioning his hand like a gun. + +He concentrated and released one magic bullet at the tip of his finger, but he didn't fire it. He held it just outside his index finger. + +A small blue ball, the size of his finger, began to glow at the tip of his index finger. + +Having successfully controlled the magic bullet at the tip of his finger, Max immediately fired another magic bullet. The blue ball of light became dangerously unstable, but Max gritted his teeth and held on. + +He used all his strength to control the blue ball, which had become slightly larger and unstable from the second shot. If the shot were fired now, he would have to start over, and he didn't want that. Using sheer willpower, he managed to stabilize the blue ball at the tip of his finger. + +Zhang! Zhang! Zhang! Zhang! Zhang! + +At that moment, the Goblin Shaman launched another five lightning bolts at him, but Max once again dodged them all with his Three Dimensional Body. At the same time, he fired the third magic bullet. + +The ball became unstable again, but, with the experience from the last time, Max was better able to control it, preventing it from going berserk. + +He fired the fourth, fifth, sixth... and continued until he had fired the tenth bullet. + +By the time he fired the tenth bullet, the blue ball of light had grown to the size of his fist, pulsating with dangerously unstable energy. + +'This is it. I can't control it anymore,' Max thought, gritting his teeth. He turned his attention to the Goblin Shaman, which was stepping back sensing the energy in the bullet. + +"How could I let you go after I've prepared such a delicious meal for you?" Max laughed with a crazed look and fired the concentrated bullet, a combination of all ten magic bullets' power. + +BANG! + +A beam of blue light shot from the blue ball at the tip of Max's finger and pierced through the Goblin Shaman's head, illuminating the entire hidden chamber. + +Bang! + +After passing through the head, the blue light struck the back wall, tearing through it, and then disappeared beyond it. + +"Now that's what I'd call a finishing move," Max smiled, seeing that he had successfully accomplished what he had set out to do on his first try. + +[The skill Magic Bullets has leveled up to level 11.] + +[The skill Magic Bullets has leveled up to level 12.] + +[The skill Magic Bullets has leveled up to level 13.] + +At that moment, three notifications appeared in Max's vision, and a wide smile spread across his face.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +"I've trained so hard for three years and raised Magic Bullets to level 10, but now I try something new and the skill levels up three times straight to level 13," Max mused, finding this very interesting. 'So trying new things with a skill also increases mastery of the skill level,' he noted mentally. + +After that, Max scanned the hidden chamber and noticed that it resembled a treasure room, with various items carefully placed on the wreckage scattered around the walls and tables. + +'This must be the goblins' treasury room,' Max deduced before heading toward the items dropped by the level 4 Goblin Shaman. + +'A magic staff and the usual drops from goblins. Nothing special?' He was a little disappointed by the drops, especially given that it was a hidden chamber, but he didn't mind and gathered everything up. + +He moved forward to the place where he had first spotted the Goblin Shaman. Upon arrival, he noticed a few miscellaneous items, but one thing immediately caught his attention. + +"A skill scroll!" Max grabbed the scroll and checked its status. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-70.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-70.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e0430ab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-70.md @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 70: The Guild Summit" +slug: "ch-70" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 70 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1320 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Look, Derek Voss from the Emerald Legion guild is here again." + +"I’ve heard that he pesters Miss Alice every time Master Anton isn’t around." + +"I wonder what he’s come for this time." + +The other guild members eating at nearby tables began gossiping as soon as they saw Derek Voss. He had jet-black, slightly messy hair, medium-length, falling just above his eyebrows and brushing the nape of his neck. + +"What do you want, Derek?" Alice asked coldly. Find more chapters on empire + +Derek sneered. "I want nothing this time," he said, tossing a glowing circular card to Alice. + +"Give that to your mother," Derek said, smiling, his expression turning mocking. "I hope your guild doesn’t rank like last time." With those words, he left with his goons. + +Max looked at the glowing circular card curiously, then at Alice’s frowning face. "What’s this?" + +Alice sighed deeply and said, "It’s an invitation to The Guild Summit." + +"The Guild Summit?" Max muttered, then asked, "Is that where all the guilds gather for a discussion or something?" + +Alice nodded lightly. "My mother told me it will be held three months later because of the importance of this particular year. She mentioned that these next 12 months will be the longest ever in the history of the Valora Continent." + +She stood up. "Since you’ve accepted the deal, I’ll go and notify Big Sis Sophia." + +Max leaned back in his chair. "Alright then, you go ahead." + +Alice nodded and hurriedly left the Ember Heart Hall. + +’She seems to be on edge because of this summit thing,’ Max thought with a sigh. He had planned to eat something with her before leaving happily. ’I guess whatever this summit is, it seems very important to her and the guild.’ He mused as he tapped the table, causing it to display a variety of food on its screen. + +Max selected his favorite dishes from the menu and patiently waited for his meal to arrive. The aroma of the freshly prepared food filled the air, and he savored each bite when it was finally served. After finishing his meal, he quietly headed home. + +--- + +’Time to increase the level of mastery for Magic Sword Bullets,’ Max thought as he sat cross-legged in his training room. + +He spent the entire night in the Dimension of Time, practicing the Magic Sword Bullets skill to level 70. + +After hearing Alice mention that the next 12 months would be a long stretch, Max became solemn. He didn’t know what would happen in the coming months, but he understood that being prepared for it would only do him good. + +The next day, Max took a bath as usual and sat down to eat his food. + +’I’ll start fighting seriously in the Battle Realm from today onwards,’ he thought while eating. + +Beep! + +After eating, he was about to head out when he heard a beeping sound from his holowatch. + +Checking it, he noticed a message from someone named [Aiphos]. + +’Who is this Aiphos?’ he wondered, then opened the chat and checked the message, causing his eyes to widen in shock. + +[Freya Voidwalker was last seen on the Lost Continent before she disappeared.] + +’There’s someone who knows I’m connected to Freya?’ Max thought, feeling a little overwhelmed and stunned. ’Who is this person? Could they be from the Phoenix Order guild?’ Many questions rose in his mind as his heart started to beat faster. + +Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Max messaged them. + +[Who are you, and why should I trust you?] + +A moment later, the reply came. + +[You have no choice but to trust me. You have no leads on Freya at all, so it would be wise if you listened to me.] + +Max frowned. It was true that he didn’t have any leads on where his sister was at the moment, but that didn’t mean he would trust anyone. + +[How do you know I’m connected to her?] he asked. + +The reply came swiftly. + +[I know who you are… Max Voidwalker, little brother of Freya Voidwalker. Your parents disappeared mysteriously five years ago, your sister disappeared two years ago, and now you’re on a mission to find them, right?] + +Max gasped, his eyes narrowing. He hadn’t expected this person to know everything about him. ’Who is this guy?’ he thought, feeling stressed that someone out there knew everything about him while he knew nothing. + +’Could this person be…’ He suddenly had a thought and asked. + +"Are you someone in the Phoenix Order guild?" + +The reply came. + +[I am, but it’s for you to guess who I am. But remember this: you are walking on a double-edged sword. The Phoenix Order guild could be the best guild you could join, or I should say, the worst. Should your identity as Voidwalker ever be revealed, you must flee from the guild. This is the last of my advice. Don’t expect me to contact you anytime soon.] + +Max’s expression darkened as he read the message. ’Looks like whatever my sister did here really angered the guild.’ He sighed, wondering what she had done to bring such hatred upon herself and the Voidwalker name. + +’I have to be even more careful about not revealing my identity,’ Max thought, his expression turning serious. He didn’t know what caused the information about him to change when Alice went to find out about him, but he really appreciated whoever was responsible for this. + +That didn’t mean he was safe, though. There was one source where his identity could be revealed at any time—the Blade Family. ’They seem to know about me, but strangely, they haven’t revealed my identity,’ Max thought, finding this interesting. + +If Elena had told Alice and those from the Phoenix Order guild that he was a Voidwalker during their last encounter, Max doubted the Phoenix Order guild would have spent their efforts to save him, knowing he was related to the traitor of their guild. + +’The entire situation is very complicated,’ Max sighed and headed out. + +Not long after, he arrived at the hall containing the gigantic Battle Cube. Noticing the large influx of people entering and exiting the Battle Cube, Max also went in silently. + +--- + +In the Battle Realm, Max found himself inside his cube. ’So, I can set the level I want to challenge here,’ he thought as he tapped the air. + +A screen appeared in the air, asking him to choose from various levels in the Novice Rank. + +Max glanced at it for a moment before selecting level 10. After that, he left the cube and exited through the glowing door. + +Outside his cube, he noticed many people, as usual, busy with their own things. Some were challenging someone, while others were busy watching someone else’s fight. + +But Max noticed something different about the people before him compared to the last time. + +’All of them are at level 10 of Novice Rank,’ Max thought, smiling. He knew that if he wanted to get into the rankings of the Novice Rank, he had to fight those at level 10; otherwise, he believed his rank wouldn’t increase no matter how many battles he won below level 10. + +"Hey, look, a level 6 dared to come here into our level 10 domain." + +"I’m guessing he lost himself here." + +"Lost? No, I think he has some guts if he decided to show up here." + +"I believe he came to challenge us." + +"No kidding. But does he have what it takes to win against us, who are at level 10, when he’s just someone at level 6?" + +The people outside their cubes spotted Max. They weren’t sure why someone at level 6 would come to a level 10 domain, but they were more than happy to entertain him. + +Max smiled at their words, his lips curling into a confident smirk. His eyes gleamed with a fiery challenge as he took a step forward. "Who dares to fight me?" he declared loudly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-700.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-700.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b4b150 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-700.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 694: Hub of the Middle Domain" +slug: "ch-700" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 700 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1084 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max found himself standing in a vast, bluish corridor that seemed to stretch into infinity, its walls pulsing faintly with veins of glowing runes, like circuits carved into stone. + +The floor beneath his feet gleamed like polished obsidian, smooth and reflective, yet inscribed with ancient patterns—mandalas, divine beasts, and celestial formations—all glowing dimly with shifting hues of silver and blue. + +Above him, the ceiling curved like the inside of a temple dome, but it shimmered with energy fields and light projections showing records of battles, past champions, and ranking lists floating like ghostly inscriptions in the air. + +Statues of ancient warriors—some cloaked in modern battle suits, others in flowing robes with long swords or spirit staffs—lined the walls in silence, each one radiating a silent pressure, as if watching the hall’s visitors. + +Floating platforms drifted across invisible rails in the air above, taking participants to their designated areas. + +At the far end of the hall stood a massive gateway shaped like an arch of starlight, humming with layered formation arrays—this was the entrance to the real battlefield, where strength was the only law. + +The blend of sleek futuristic design and sacred ancient mysticism created an overwhelming sense of awe. + +Max took it all in quietly, his heart pounding with both excitement and anticipation. + +This... was the Battle Realm. + +"It’s quite different from the one in the Lower Domain," Max muttered, his voice low with awe, eyes locked on the massive gateway that stood imposingly at the far end of the colossal hall. + +That single gateway radiated with a quiet yet intimidating pressure, clearly the entrance for official battles—perhaps where one could challenge or be challenged in the pursuit of genius rankings. + +But what truly overwhelmed him wasn’t just that gateway. It was the sheer number of smaller portals scattered throughout the hall. They lined the walls like stars around a moon, each one softly glowing with a faint blue light. There were so many of them, he couldn’t even begin to count. + +And it wasn’t just the portals—the sheer size of the hall itself was staggering. It stretched out in all directions like the interior of a grand temple built for gods, the ceiling high above vanishing into darkness, the edges so distant that those smaller portals looked like nothing more than tiny flickering lights, mere blue dots to his eyes. + +Max couldn’t help but feel dwarfed in front of such grandeur, a reminder of how vast the Middle Domain’s resources truly were compared to the Lower Domain. + +"How should I initiate my battles?" Max muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the vast, bustling expanse of the Battle Hall. + +The place was massive, far larger than what he’d seen back in the Lower Domain. The sheer scale of it made him feel small for a moment, though that feeling passed quickly. But what did nag at him was the thought of having to walk all the way to the end of the massive hall where the large golden gateway stood—the place from where official challenges were issued and registered. + +If that was the only way to initiate a battle here, then it was going to be a hassle. + +The Battle Realm in the Lower Domain at least had private chambers and automated summoning nodes for challenges. Here, everything looked more... primal. + +The crowd didn’t help either. Hundreds of thousands of people filled the enormous hall, moving like tides—some alone, cloaked in their own silence, while others traveled in groups, chatting, mocking, or searching for opponents. + +And while Max’s white mask did catch a few passing glances—mostly curious, some cautious—it didn’t cause any stir. Hiding one’s identity here was as normal as breathing in battle realm. Many of the participants had reasons to stay anonymous. + +Some wanted to just enjoy their battles, some wanted to practice their techniques while battling others, while some didn’t want to offend any large forces and so they had their reasons to stay anonymous. That much was clear. + +In the end, Max tapped on his holowatch, his fingers moving quickly as he pulled up the detailed instructions regarding the battle realm in the Middle Domain. + +At first, he read casually, thinking it would just be another place to fight and train like all the others he’d seen before. But the more he read, the more his expression changed. A few minutes later, his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly parted in shock. + +This place... it wasn’t just a battlefield. It was something far more than that. The instructions explained how the battle realm worked—how it organized ranked fights, simulations, and tournaments—but buried deeper in the text were details that revealed its true purpose. + +It was the central hub of the entire Middle Domain. A massive, interconnected system that linked all the thousand regions scattered across the domain into one unified space. It wasn’t just about competition—it was about access, communication, opportunity. + +Everyone came here. Every genius, every power, every force, all converging through this realm. In a way, it served as the beating heart of the Middle Domain, and Max had only just begun to grasp its significance. + +It turned out that every single region in the Middle Domain—whether it was governed by the Seven Overlord Forces, the mighty Four God Nations, or any of the thousand other regions—had a colossal black cube placed somewhere within it. + +These mysterious cubes weren’t just decorative monuments or symbols of power. They were gateways. Each one was directly linked to the Battle Realm. + +An expert could enter the Battle Realm through any of these black cubes, no matter where they were. And the most shocking part? Once inside the Battle Realm, a person could travel to any region they desired. + +Every region in the Middle Domain was interconnected through this single realm, making it not just a battlefield, but a vast network that allowed instant traversal between regions. + +If Max wanted to visit the Bluewind Region, for example, all he had to do was step into the Battle Realm and walk through the portal that led to the black cube stationed in that region—no flying ships, no days-long travel, just a few steps. + +It was that simple, that convenient. And because of this incredible function, the Battle Realm wasn’t just famous—it was one of the most popular, most crowded, and most important places in the entire world. Everyone used it. Everyone needed it. + +"It’s truly fascinating." Max muttered sighing realizing why the Middle Domain was countless times stronger than the Lower Domain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-701.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-701.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9aff2a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-701.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 695: Grinders Haven" +slug: "ch-701" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 701 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1099 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After going through all the information and finally grasping how everything functioned inside the Battle Realm, Max decided it was time to do what he came here for—complete the ten mandatory battles required to earn the status of a 2-star genius. + +According to the instructions, the first step was simple. "It mentioned swiping the air downward with the right hand," Max muttered to himself, recalling the step clearly. + +Without hesitation, he lifted his right hand and swiped it downward in a swift motion. Instantly, as if responding to a command, a translucent screen materialized in front of him, hovering in midair. + +It was glowing softly, filled with various sections and options—ranked matches, personal stats, available opponents, leaderboards, and even realm history logs. + +But Max wasn’t interested in all of that right now. His eyes locked onto the one thing he came here for—the section titled Battles. That was it. + +As Max tapped on the Battle section, the screen shifted, and a new interface appeared before him, detailing the rules and options for initiating battles. + +He carefully read through everything, absorbing the information with a serious expression. + +It turned out there were three distinct ways to begin a battle in the Battle Realm. The first method was the most straightforward—Random Matchup. + +In this mode, the Battle Realm’s advanced system would automatically select an opponent for him, matching someone with similar strength and rank, completely at random from the massive pool of participants across the thousand regions. + +The second method was something far more intense, called Grinders Haven. This mode instantly piqued Max’s interest. If chosen, his opponents would be experienced fighters, those who had fought and won thousands of battles within the Battle Realm. + +These weren’t casual experts or lucky geniuses—they were battle-hardened warriors who spent every day fighting here, mastering the rhythm of combat, sharpening their instincts, and rising through the ranks through pure grit and repetition. + +Of course, even in this mode, the system ensured that the opponents were relatively close to the user’s strength, making the challenge fair but fierce. + +Just from reading this, Max could already tell that fighting in Grinders Haven would push him to the edge—and that’s exactly the kind of battle he craved. + +The last mode listed was known as Rankers Arena, and just from the name alone, Max could sense its exclusivity. + +As he read the description, it became clear—this was a place reserved only for the elite, the cream of the crop. Only those who had earned a spot in the top 100 rankings among the 1-star, 2-star, and 3-star geniuses could participate in this arena. + +It wasn’t open to just anyone. It was a battlefield for those who had already proven themselves countless times and stood at the peak of their respective stars. + +Interestingly, Max noticed there was no mention of a ranking list for Heaven Grade geniuses. The reason was simple yet shocking—their numbers were far too low. In the entire Middle Domain, known for its countless regions and masters, the number of Heaven Grade geniuses could barely touch fifty. + +And even that number, Max believed, might be a generous estimate. Their existence was so rare and transcendent that it made no sense to even attempt creating a competitive ranking for them. + +They were in a league of their own, scattered, unpredictable, and often shrouded in mystery. + +Rankers Arena, then, stood as the ultimate stage for the highest level of recognized genius in the Battle Realm—just below the unreachable realm of the Heaven Grade few. + +"I’m not in the 1-star rankings, so I can’t choose this mode," Max muttered under his breath as his gaze lingered on the inaccessible Rankers Arena option for a moment longer. + +With a deep breath, he turned his attention back to the second option and selected Grinders Haven. He didn’t hesitate and choose that mode. + +Before finalizing, he carefully adjusted the settings, making sure that the system would only select opponents who held the 2-star genius status and were between Level 1 to Level 5 of the Champion Rank. That was the requirement—he had to defeat ten such opponents in a row to be officially recognized as a 2-star genius himself. + +With his choices confirmed, a soft hum filled the air, and his body began to glow with a gentle blue light. The energy wrapped around him like a protective veil, and in the next moment, his figure vanished from the hall entirely, teleported to the combat space. + +Meanwhile, across the vast arena hall where many people gathered, many of the massive floating screens flickered to life, displaying Max’s form in a new battlefield setting. Grinders Haven had begun. + +Despite being the second option, it was widely regarded as the hardest mode among the three. Why? Because while Rankers Arena limited its participants to the top 100 of each star staus and an age cap of 50 years, Grinders Haven had no such restriction. + +Here, Max could be facing opponents who were not only battle maniacs but also seasoned veterans, some of whom had spent centuries honing their skills in this realm. + +There were no limits—his next opponent could be a thousand-year-old experts or a fellow young genius like himself. + +That was the brutal reality of Grinders Haven. A place where raw talent alone wouldn’t guarantee victory. Only true skill, adaptability, and unshakable will could see one through. + +In this vast magical world, lifespan wasn’t just a measure of time—it was a symbol of power. Expert Rank warriors could live up to a thousand years, their bodies refined enough to resist aging for centuries. + +But this was just the beginning. Those who broke through to the Master Rank could extend their lives up to two thousand years, while Champion Rank masters could push their lifespans to a staggering four thousand years. + +And beyond them stood the true elites of the mortal path—Legend Rank experts who could live up to seven thousand years and the even more formidable Mythic Rank experts, whose lifespans could stretch as long as eight thousand years. + +But the true peak of mortal world was the Divine Rank. At this level, one could live for a full ten thousand years, standing at the absolute limit of the Mortal Realm. However, there was a catch. If an expert failed to ascend to the Divine Realm within those ten thousand years, they wouldn’t die naturally. + +Instead, they would be hunted down year after year by the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment—an unstoppable calamity that descended from the heavens, growing fiercer with each strike, ensuring no one overstayed their welcome in the mortal world. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-702.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-702.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71ffa42 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-702.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 696: Fate of Divine Rank masters" +slug: "ch-702" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 702 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1114 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +This rule alone ensured that no experts dared to grow complacent, not even at the peak. + +Because of this strange and terrifying truth, many experts in the Middle Domain firmly believed that the true lifespan limit of the Divine Rank wasn’t just ten thousand years. + +They argued that the ten-thousand-year cap wasn’t a natural boundary of the Divine Rank itself, but rather a restriction imposed by the world they lived in. Their belief was simple yet profound—the world they inhabited simply couldn’t bear the presence of beings who had lived beyond that limit. + +It wasn’t that Divine Rank experts couldn’t live longer, but that the world rejected them once they crossed that threshold. The evidence, in their eyes, was clear. Experts in the Expert, Master, Champion, Legend, and even Mythic Ranks all shared one truth: if they reached the end of their natural lifespans, they would simply die of old age. Their life force would gradually wither away, and they would pass peacefully—or painfully—but naturally. + +But for Divine Rank experts, things were vastly different. When they reached the ten-thousand-year mark, they didn’t weaken with age. Their bodies didn’t break down. Instead, the heavens themselves turned against them. + +Every year after crossing that limit, they would face the terrifying Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment—a heavenly tribulation that wasn’t just symbolic, but a deadly execution. + +And it didn’t strike once and disappear. It came back every single year, stronger each time, until the expert was obliterated or managed to ascend to a higher realm. + +This stark contrast made it clear to many scholars, force leaders, and ancient beings that the Divine Rank’s limit was not defined by the expert’s body, but by the world’s tolerance. If the world had no such limit, if it could bear more power, then perhaps a Divine Rank expert could live far longer—maybe even forever. + +It was a theory that echoed across generations, whispered in the halls of ancient forces, and pondered upon by those who aimed to defy fate itself. + +Now, knowing all this, it became clear why Grinders Haven was so brutal. Champion Rank experts, with lifespans stretching across millennia, often spent hundreds or even thousands of years battling inside the Battle Realm. + +Some of them had fought more battles than a young genius like Max had eaten meals. They refined their techniques over centuries, perfecting every move, every strike, every counter. And unlike young prodigies who relied on talent and rapid growth, these veterans were built on pure experience, discipline, and endless combat refinement. + +It was these monsters of war—some possibly over three thousand years old—that Max now risked facing in Grinders Haven. A youth not yet fifty, entering a battlefield where every opponent might carry a thousand lifetimes of battle scars. + +Generally, the kind of people one would find dwelling in Grinders Haven weren’t young geniuses or rising stars—they were warriors whose talent potential had already hit its ceiling. Most of them were stuck at the Champion Rank, unable to break through to the higher realms no matter how hard they tried. + +These were experts who had already reached the peak of their natural talent. No matter how many resources or techniques they consumed, they couldn’t go any further. But instead of fading away into obscurity, they chose to immerse themselves in what remained—the thrill of battle. + +For them, the Battle Realm became their second home, and Grinders Haven was the perfect battlefield. With nowhere else to go, they fought endlessly, sharpening their techniques, reliving past glories, and holding onto a sense of purpose through combat alone. + +Because of how rare it was for anyone new—especially young experts—to step into Grinders Haven, every battle that took place there was treated as a spectacle. It wasn’t just a simple match. It was broadcasted live across the entire Battle Realm on giant floating screens that hovered in public halls, training centers, and sect arenas. + +The moment Max appeared on one of those massive screens, it caused an instant stir. Whispers turned to chatter, and chatter became excited uproar. He wasn’t just any challenger—he was a Master Rank expert at the first level, barely past his initial breakthroughs. + +And yet, here he was, boldly choosing to face 2-star geniuses—warriors who had proven themselves through hundreds, if not thousands, of battles especially in the Grinders Haven moide. + +To the audience, it was insanity. A youth in his prime, walking alone into a place reserved for veterans who’d seen centuries of bloodshed. The sheer audacity of it all made Max an instant sensation, and the entire Battle Realm began buzzing with his name. + +Not only because he had chosen Grinders Haven, but because of the shocking fact that someone at his level dared to challenge opponents who were leagues above in both experience and status. + +"I can’t see who’s behind the mask," someone in the crowd murmured, eyes fixed on the massive screen floating above the hall. "But judging by his build and posture, I’m sure he’s some young expert. Still... how dare he choose to battle in Grinders Haven? And not just that—he even picked a 2-star genius difficulty while being just a pitiful 1st level Master Rank. Is he insane or just arrogant?" + +Another voice chimed in, tone laced with unease. "And that mask... have you looked at it? It’s just plain white. No holes for eyes. No designs. Just blank. Honestly, it’s kind of creepy." + +"Creepy?" someone snorted. "Forget creepy—look at the names on the screen. White Death versus Roger Hale. We all know Roger Hale. The guy’s a beast in the Frost Region. Third level of Champion Rank and said to be practically undefeatable by anyone at the same level. His frost techniques alone can freeze someone’s blood from twenty meters away. And then this masked guy... White Death?" The speaker let out a half-laugh, half-scoff. "That name doesn’t suit someone with such weak strength. First level of Master Rank? What’s he trying to prove?" + +"He’s going to get one-shot for sure," another added, shaking his head. "This is what happens when geniuses let their talent go to their heads. They think the world bends to them until reality slaps them down. Hard." + +All around the Battle Realm, in every hall, training ground, and gathering place where the floating screens played the match, people watched with anticipation, amusement, and scorn. Comments flooded in, each more mocking than the last. + +Max’s appearance as White Death had stirred the entire realm—not with admiration, but with disbelief and ridicule. To most onlookers, this was nothing more than a suicide match, a young fool challenging a veteran warlord, all while wearing a mask that hid his face but not his supposed ignorance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-703.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-703.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c629cd2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-703.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 697: White Death makes his debut" +slug: "ch-703" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 703 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max slowly looked around, his senses immediately kicking into high alert as his Three Dimensional Body allowed him to absorb every detail of his surroundings at once. He had been transported to what could only be described as a frosty, desolate world—one where the very air crackled with icy energy. + +Everything around him shimmered in pale shades of blue and white. The jagged mountains in the distance were glazed with thick sheets of frost, the ground beneath his feet was slick with a thin layer of frozen mist, and even the air itself carried a biting chill that clawed at his skin. + +It was a frozen battlefield where even the silence seemed sharp. Across from him stood his opponent—a man who, at first glance, appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. But it was the grotesque detail of his face that made Max narrow his eyes. + +The entire right side of the man’s face was encased in thick, translucent ice, as if it had permanently fused to his skin, distorting his features into something monstrous. The frozen flesh glinted in the frosty light, making him look like a ghostly figure born from winter itself. + +Roger Hale—this was the infamous frost-region warlord Max was up against. The man stared at him for a moment, then sneered in clear disgust. "A kid... in the 1st level of Master Rank? Are you kidding me?" he scoffed, his voice echoing off the icy walls of the realm. His face twisted further, equal parts annoyance and mockery. + +"What kind of sick joke is this? Either you’re some green rookie entering the Battle Realm for the first time, or another arrogant brat who thinks a bit of talent makes him invincible." He spat to the side, clearly cursing his luck. + +To him, Max wasn’t worth the effort, wasn’t worthy of even raising his hand. And that kind of underestimation... made Max’s eyes flicker with a dangerous glint beneath his mask. + +"Kid, just having a cool name doesn’t make you strong," Roger said coldly, the disdain in his voice as sharp as the chill in the air. + +As he spoke, his entire body began to emit a dense white smoke, not from heat, but from pure concentrated frost. It hissed and swirled around him like a blizzard coming to life. The ground beneath his feet cracked as layers of ice spread outward, and the already frigid world grew even colder. + +Max could feel the change instantly—his clothes stiffened with frost, the moisture in the air crystallizing against his skin. It was like standing inside the breath of a glacier. + +Then, without warning, the battlefield exploded into motion. From all directions—above, below, and the sides—ten massive hands formed entirely of ice surged toward Max, each crackling with power and sharpened edges that could pierce through steel. + +But Max didn’t flinch. His Three Dimensional Body caught the shift in energy before the hands even fully materialized. To him, the ambush wasn’t sudden at all. It was like watching ripples in a still pond before a stone even hit the water. + +A smile curled beneath his mask as he whispered, "Absolute Reaper." The moment the words left his mouth, the space around him distorted, and black flames began to flicker into existence, coiling like serpents hungry for destruction.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +In an instant—faster than a heartbeat—those black flames erupted outward. A sphere of searing darkness materialized around Roger, swallowing him whole. It all happened so fast that Roger didn’t even have the chance to react. In fact, he didn’t even see the attack. + +From the moment Max moved to the second the black sphere consumed him, everything was silent, invisible, absolute. One second he was about to crush his opponent with a ten-pronged ice assault, and the next he was completely engulfed in black fire. + +The battlefield, frozen just moments ago, now cracked and groaned as dark flames danced against the frost. And the entire Battle Realm watched in stunned silence. + +"What is this?! AHHH! I’m burning! My ice... it’s not working! It’s not working against these flames! I’m burning!" Roger’s desperate screams echoed from within the pitch-black flaming sphere, his voice raw with panic and agony. + +Inside, the Absolute Reaper flames coiled like cursed serpents, devouring his flesh, melting his bones, and rendering all his icy defenses useless. His powerful frost techniques, which once froze entire battlefields, were utterly meaningless against the devouring nature of the black flames. + +They didn’t just burn—they obliterated. + +Max stood still outside the sphere, his gaze cold and unmoving, watching the flames twist and dance as Roger screamed in horror. But he wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. With a single motion of his hand, dark energy surged through him again, and he raised his palm. + +Then—Boom!—the sphere collapsed inward on itself with a violent implosion. A shockwave of black fire burst out, tearing through the icy land and kicking up waves of frost and debris. And then... silence. + +The black sphere was gone. The battlefield returned to its frozen stillness, but Roger had vanished completely. There wasn’t a trace of him left. No body. No ashes. Not even a smear of blood. Just empty, scorched frost. + +In the real world, Roger still lived—no one truly died in the Battle Realm—but that didn’t make it any less brutal. The pain he suffered was very real. Every second of being burned alive, of having his body torn apart by cursed flames, was imprinted into his mind like a nightmare he couldn’t escape. + +Roger Hale, the frost region’s famed warlord, had suffered one of the most agonizing deaths the Battle Realm had witnessed in a long time. And the one who did it... was just a masked boy known as White Death. + +Silence. Absolute, bone-deep silence. + +In that very moment, the entire Battle Realm—an arena that usually roared with excitement, shouts, and endless chatter—fell into a state of pin-drop quiet. + +Tens of thousands of people from every corner of the Middle Domain had gathered here, watching through the countless floating screens, but now not a single voice rose from the crowd. + +It was as if the entire realm had been frozen in time. No one moved, no one breathed too loudly, and no one dared to break the eerie stillness that gripped the air. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-704.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-704.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f180f9b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-704.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 698: Old Man Burning Cloud" +slug: "ch-704" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 704 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But it wasn’t because they didn’t have anything to say. It was because they couldn’t. Every single experts present—young or old, genius or veteran—was too stunned to form words, too blown away by what they had just witnessed. + +A 1st level Master Rank youth, wearing nothing but a plain white mask and known only by the name White Death, had not only stepped into Grinders Haven, the hardest mode in the Battle Realm, but had completely obliterated a 2-star master at the 3rd level of Champion Rank—Roger Hale, a famed powerhouse of the frost region. + +And not just defeated—he had erased him, engulfed him in black flames, made him scream in agony, and then crushed him into nonexistence with a single explosion. + +It was impossible. That word kept ringing in everyone’s minds like a chant, like a desperate excuse for what they had seen. + +But the truth was undeniable. The battlefield had spoken. The floating screen had shown it all. And the masked youth stood there, alone, in the aftermath of his storm, while the entire Battle Realm struggled to believe that what they had just witnessed... was real. + +And then—just a moment after that eerie silence had swallowed the entire Battle Realm—chaos erupted like a dam breaking under divine force. The stunned quiet was shattered by gasps, shouts, and screams of disbelief that echoed through the air, bouncing off walls, screens, and minds alike. + +"OH MY GOD! What did I just witness?! What did I just witness?!" one expert shouted, grabbing his head as if trying to wake himself from a dream. + +"How is this even possible?!" another screamed, almost losing his footing. "How can someone at the 1st level of Master Rank kill a 3rd level Champion Rank expert without even moving?! HOW?!" + +The crowd around the screens surged forward in disbelief, voices overlapping in a storm of pure confusion. + +"What just happened?!" someone cried. "White Death didn’t even lift a finger! He didn’t move! And then BOOM—Roger Hale, gone! Not defeated. Erased! Not even his body was left. What kind of strength is that? What kind of monster is he?!" + +The disbelief spread like wildfire, turning into awe. + +"Roger Hale was considered invincible among 3rd level Champion Rank experts! He had crushed opponents from across five regions! And now... a 1st level Master Rank genius just made him scream for his life before incinerating him like trash! This isn’t just rare—it’s not even humanly possible!" + +Then came the voices that carried admiration—worship, even. + +"White Death... He is White Death!" a young disciple shouted, eyes wide with feverish excitement. "He’s not some arrogant fool—he’s a monster genius! A true reaper in a world of pretenders! Defeating a Champion Rank powerhouse with Master Rank strength... Forget 3-star geniuses, even Heaven Grade geniuses should step aside when he walks. They don’t deserve to carry his shoes!" + +People were going absolutely crazy. The atmosphere was electric, as if lightning itself had struck the heart of the Battle Realm. In all its long history, no one had seen anything like this—no one had ever witnessed a battle that flipped the very laws of strength on their heads. + +The impact was seismic. Every region, every power, every force that had a genius present in the Battle Realm now had one name etched into their minds: White Death. + +He wasn’t just a rising star. He was a legend in the making. And yet, amidst the swirling storm of admiration, shock, and fear, none of them knew the truth. This wasn’t the peak. This wasn’t the end. This... was just the beginning. + +After finishing off Roger in a display that shook the entire Battle Realm, Max wasted no time. The moment his first battle ended, he initiated the second. This time, when his body materialized again, he found himself in an entirely different realm—one consumed by fire. + +The air was thick with heat and smoke, flickering embers drifting lazily around him like burning snow. All around him, buildings stood in various states of ruin, their wooden beams and stone structures engulfed in dancing flames that crackled and roared. + +The ground beneath his feet was scorched black, and in the far distance, a grand castle loomed over the flaming city, its spires also ablaze, painting a haunting silhouette against the red-orange sky. + +"A new area..." Max muttered beneath his breath, calmly using his Three Dimensional Body. His senses spread outward in layers, absorbing the intense heat, the shifting pressure in the air, and every movement within a hundred-meter radius. + +That’s when he noticed it—someone standing quietly, not too far ahead. Max turned his head slightly, his masked gaze locking onto the figure. It was an old man, his body frail and hunched, with deep wrinkles carved into his pale, weathered skin. + +His red hair, though sparse, still burned brightly like embers refusing to die out. At first glance, he looked like he could collapse at any moment, like age had already claimed most of him. + +But then Max saw his eyes—those sharp, smoldering eyes filled with the fire of battle. They weren’t the eyes of someone waiting for death. They were the eyes of someone who had faced it countless times and spat in its face every single time. + +There was a fierce, unwavering light in them, and it told Max everything he needed to know. This old man may have looked like a relic, but his fire had never gone out. In fact, it was only just beginning to burn. + +"That’s Old Man Burning Cloud from the Volcanic Region," someone said loudly amidst the crowd gathered under the massive floating screens, voices once again swelling in the Battle Realm as Max’s second battle came into view. "At just the 3rd level of Champion Rank, he once incinerated a Beast King at the 5th level of Champion Rank with a single strike. They say it wasn’t even a technique—just a simple sword slash engulfed in his flames." + +Another expert nodded quickly, eyes wide with both awe and uncertainty. "Yeah, there are all kinds of stories about him. One tale claims he once turned an entire thunderstorm into fire and scattered it with a wave of his hand. Another says he earned the name ’Burning Cloud’ after he set the sky ablaze—literally burning the clouds to keep the rain from falling on the battlefield." + +Excitement and tension rippled through the air like wildfire. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-705.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-705.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1ef844 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-705.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 699: White Death vs Old Man Burning Cloud" +slug: "ch-705" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 705 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1035 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Whatever the case, Old Man Burning Cloud is without a doubt countless times stronger than Roger. I refuse to believe someone like him could lose to White Death," someone else said confidently, arms crossed as they stared at the screen. + +Another voice chimed in, more cautious but filled with speculation. "White Death uses black flames... same as those from the declining Black Lotus Guild. But this one’s different. Look at him—he doesn’t carry the aura of a Black Lotus member. They rarely show themselves, let alone cause a spectacle. And Old Man Burning Cloud has walked the path of flames for thousands of years... there’s no way this masked upstart can out-burn him." + +"I don’t know..." a quieter voice muttered. "White Death is... strange. After what he did to Roger, nothing about him seems ordinary. His mask—plain, blank, no features—it’s like he doesn’t want to be known. Or maybe... he wants the world to fear what they can’t know." + +As the crowd argued and guessed, breaths held and theories flung, the battlefield flared to life. The flames around them shifted as the two figures—one ancient and blazing, the other young and silent—finally moved. + +And just like that, the battle between Old Man Burning Cloud and White Death began. + +"Kid, it’s your doom to find me as your opponent!" Old Man Burning Cloud roared with maniacal laughter, baring his yellowed teeth like a beast unchained. His eyes glowed with savage delight, and his aura flared like a raging volcano. + +Without hesitation, he drew an old, scorched sword from his back. The moment it left its sheath, flames coiled around the blade, dancing wildly, eager to burn the world itself. With a sudden motion, he slashed at Max. + +WHOOSH! + +A red arc of blinding flame burst forth, cutting through the air with terrifying force. It wasn’t just fire—it was pressure, heat, and destruction condensed into a single strike. + +But Max, calm as ever, used his Three Dimensional Body the moment the sword moved. His senses flared, and the world around him slowed. He saw it all—the angle of the slash, the temperature around the blade, even the faint distortions in the air caused by the heat. And then, with just a single smooth step to the side— + +FWOOSH! + +The arc of flames narrowly missed him, whistling past like a meteor. It continued its deadly path until it collided with a row of burning buildings behind him. + +BOOM! + +A massive explosion followed as the arc struck. The buildings were split cleanly in two—horizontally—as if sliced by a divine blade. The upper halves hovered for a second, then crumbled into glowing ashes, scattering into the smoky air like dying embers. + +The crowd watching from the Battle Realm gasped, their awe and fear deepening. Max’s eyes narrowed slightly behind his featureless mask. His mind remained calm, analyzing every detail. + +’Second level Concept of Flames.’ He instantly recognized it. The way the fire moved, the sharpness of the arc, the heat that lingered even after the strike—it was all too refined, too clean. + +Old Man Burning Cloud wasn’t just throwing fire around. He had mastered it—tamed it. His flames carried meaning, control, and intent. + +"You dodged it?" Old Man Burning Cloud muttered in disbelief, his eyes narrowing. Then, just as quickly, his shock twisted into something darker—curiosity and bloodlust. A grin stretched across his wrinkled face, and he let out a wild laugh that echoed across the burning battlefield. + +"Let’s see if you can dodge a few more of my attacks!" he roared like a madman, eyes gleaming with crazed excitement. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his sword blazing with red-hot flame as he unleashed a flurry of slashes in every direction. + +His movements were erratic but powerful, and with each swing, arcs of scorching flame burst out, cutting through the air like fiery blades. It was a relentless storm—strike after strike, wave after wave, fire upon fire. + +The very air screamed as flame tore through it, and the burning ruins around them trembled from the sheer heat and force of his attacks. + +But Max... didn’t even break a sweat. His figure moved like a shadow dancing between lightning. Every time an arc came close, he was already gone. With each dodge, his feet shimmered with fiery brilliance—black flames shaped like leg armor wrapping tightly around his calves. + +They weren’t ordinary flames—they were part of his Flame Tyrant Inheritance. Just like gauntlets had formed around his hands before, this time his legs were enveloped by the tyrant’s burning will, forming what looked like flaming leggings. + +With every step, he moved faster than the eye could follow, his speed increasing with each dodge, as though the flames themselves were pushing him forward. + +No matter how wildly Old Man Burning Cloud swung his sword—no matter how ferocious his strikes became—it didn’t matter. Max weaved through them all effortlessly, his footwork so smooth, so precise, that it looked like he was gliding through the storm of fire. + +One flame arc missed his chest by an inch, another carved through where his leg had just been, but none—not a single one—could touch him. + +The battlefield, once dominated by Old Man Burning Cloud’s fury, began to feel like a stage for Max’s dance. + +The old man’s strikes grew more desperate, more chaotic, but every effort ended the same. Miss. Miss. Miss. Until finally, even the flames themselves seemed to falter, unable to find their mark. + +And standing untouched amidst the inferno, Max remained calm, unreadable behind his white mask, while the crowd watching across the Battle Realm sat frozen in awe. + +"How is this possible?!" Old Man Burning Cloud finally shouted, his voice hoarse with disbelief. For the first time in centuries, true shock twisted his expression. + +He had mastered both the sword and the flames to an extraordinary level—his strikes were not just fiery, they carried the precision and speed of a seasoned swordsman combined with the overwhelming explosive force of a volcanic eruption.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +His slashes could tear through steel, his flames could incinerate thunder, and yet... not a single one had landed on the masked boy before him. His pride, forged over centuries of battle, trembled. And then came the words that shattered it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-706.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-706.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7c84c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-706.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 700: White Death Fame Soars" +slug: "ch-706" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 706 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1258 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You are weak," Max said calmly, shaking his head in quiet disappointment. His voice was soft, almost emotionless, yet it struck like a hammer to the chest. + +In the next instant, black flames burst into existence around the old man. The air twisted violently as the Crimson Reaper Sphere formed—an huge orb of jet-black fire that radiated a dreadful heat, darker than the night, heavier than death. Old Man Burning Cloud barely had a moment to react before he was swallowed whole by the flames. + +"AAH! These flames—these flames are burning me! HOW?! I can control flames! Why are they burning me?!" he screamed from within the sphere, his voice cracking into madness. His body writhed, his flesh seared, his bones cracked as the black flames dug into his very soul. + +He who had once bent fire to his will, who had made volcanoes kneel, now found himself consumed by a flame he couldn’t tame. No technique, no resistance, no willpower could stop the agony. The flames weren’t just fire—they were judgment. + +And then, Max raised his hand. The black sphere trembled. Without a word, he clenched his fist. + +BOOM! + +The Crimson Reaper Sphere imploded, collapsing inward with terrifying force before vanishing completely into the air—leaving behind nothing. No body. No ash. No trace. Old Man Burning Cloud was gone, erased entirely from the battlefield. + +Across the Battle Realm, silence returned once more, heavy and suffocating. For the second time, a famed Champion Rank master had been wiped out by a 1st level Master Rank youth. And this time, no one dared speak again. They could only stare. White Death... was becoming a nightmare carved into flame. + +"Even Old Man Burning Cloud suffered the same fate as Roger!" a voice cried out from the crowd, echoing with disbelief that mirrored the expressions on thousands of faces. + +It was as if lightning had struck the Battle Realm twice in the same breath, and people were struggling to make sense of it. + +"Defeating Old Man Burning Cloud in a single move is something even top-tier geniuses of the three-star rankings would struggle with—and yet White Death did it like it was nothing. This White Death... he’s no simple man." + +Murmurs turned into wild discussions, disbelief giving way to frantic speculation. + +"Who is he?" someone asked, almost desperately. "Why are we hearing the name White Death for the first time? And more importantly—which of the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain does he belong to? Or could he be a hidden genius cultivated in secret by one of the Four God Nations?" + +The questions came in waves, louder with each voice joining the storm. + +"I don’t care who he is," another man shouted over the chaos, voice trembling with awe. "All I know is that right now, at this exact moment, the entire Middle Domain must be hearing his name. White Death. It’s not every day you see someone this young step into Grinders Haven—and it’s definitely not every day you see a 1st level Master Rank erasing 3rd level Champion Rank masters like they’re nothing more than insects underfoot." + +And just like that, the entire Battle Realm erupted once again. Cheers, gasps, disbelief, admiration—it all surged like a tidal wave across the realm. Tens of thousands of experts, geniuses, elders, and spectators all shouting the same name. + +White Death. + +It was a scene unlike any other. In the long and storied history of the Battle Realm, where countless legendary battles had unfolded, no one had ever seen something quite like this. + +A masked youth, unknown to the world, stepping into the most brutal battlefield of all and turning it into his stage—defeating one feared veteran after another without even letting them touch him. + +It wasn’t just shocking. It was historic. + +Standing amidst the scorched remains of the flaming world, surrounded by the ashes of Old Man Burning Cloud and the burning ruins of what once stood tall, Max remained still. The heat swirled gently around him, but his focus had turned inward, deep in thought. + +"The full power of all three of my flame inheritances... can only be truly unleashed once I reach the Legend Rank or beyond," he muttered quietly, a flicker of realization glinting in his voice. + +Though he had already mastered each of the three flame inheritances to their absolute peak—a feat that most experts couldn’t achieve even after thousands of years—he knew he was still far from showing their real might. Right now, at the 1st level of Master Rank, he could only use a fraction of their power. + +His body, his mana, his strength—it simply wasn’t enough to bear the full weight of these monstrous legacies. That wasn’t a flaw in his technique or comprehension. It was a matter of raw, foundational strength. The kind that only Legend Rank or higher experts possessed. + +Only at those levels would his mana reservoir be vast enough, stable enough, and strong enough to handle the terrifying output of the fully mastered inheritances. + +One had to understand just how incredible that fact was. A fully mastered inheritance wasn’t a technique—it was a legacy, a law, a force capable of tearing through realms and burning down entire battlefields. It was beyond what Master Rank geniuses should even dream of wielding. + +And yet, Max did. The fact that he could already call upon them—even if not at their fullest potential—proved just how much of a monster he truly was. Not just a genius. Not just a prodigy. But a walking calamity waiting to be unleashed. + +Shaking his head lightly, Max cast aside his thoughts and initiated his next battle. In a flash of light, his body was transported once more, this time landing softly on a wide grassy plain that stretched far into the horizon. + +A gentle breeze brushed against his body, rustling the blades of grass and causing his now-red hair to flutter gracefully in the wind. Yes—his hair was red now. + +It wasn’t natural, of course. It was the effect of his mask, a peculiar treasure he possessed. More than just a cover for his face, the mask could alter his appearance in subtle ways, including the color of his hair. + +Max had used it once before when he needed to sneak out unnoticed from the Sun Palace to meet Alice. It had worked flawlessly then, and it worked now, allowing him to carry this identity of "White Death" while staying hidden from the world. + +He allowed his Three Dimensional Body to activate again, his senses spreading like waves across the plain, scanning everything within range. It didn’t take long before he locked onto his opponent. + +To his surprise, it wasn’t one of those battle-worn, ancient monsters like before. No thousand-year-old expert clinging to fading glory. This time, it was a young woman. She stood quietly a few meters away, her long black hair flowing in the wind, her slim figure perfectly still. + +Her eyes—dead eyes—stared blankly ahead, lifeless and uninterested. There was no hatred, no bloodlust, no excitement. It was as if nothing in this world could spark even the faintest flicker of emotion within her. + +Yet, despite that emptiness, she stood there hugging a sword to her chest with both arms, not tightly, but gently, as though it was the only thing in the world she still cared about. + +Something about her presence sent a strange ripple through the air—not of pressure, but of silence. + +And as Max stood there, red hair swaying, mask concealing all expression, he understood one thing clearly—this girl was not normal. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-707.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-707.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f82434d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-707.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 701: Anya, the Battle Maniac" +slug: "ch-707" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 707 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1258 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"That—That’s the Battle Maniac of the Absolute Sword Palace! Anya Stout!" someone cried out in shock the moment her image appeared on the massive floating screens. + +Murmurs and gasps spread like wildfire across the entire Battle Realm as countless cultivators recognized the black-haired girl standing opposite White Death on the grassy plains. + +"She’s one of the rising geniuses of the Middle Domain right now!" another voice chimed in, filled with disbelief. + +"Forget about that," someone else added, lowering their voice as if sharing a forbidden secret, "I heard she’s a complete freak. She enters the Battle Realm every single day just to fight. There are even whispers... that she’s gone mad." + +"That’s not a rumor," another replied with a grim nod. "She’s obsessed with the sword. They say she doesn’t care about anything else in the world—not fame, not power, not even life. As long as she gets to train with her sword, nothing else matters to her." + +And the more people talked, the more terrifying the stories became. + +"The Absolute Sword Palace is full of monsters," someone muttered. "First, there’s the number one genius—Sword Saint. It’s said that when it comes to swordsmanship, if he says he’s number two, then no one in the younger generation of the Middle Domain would dare to claim number one. Then there’s Crazy Sword, Sword Demon, and so many more it’s hard to even keep count. That palace is a nest of monsters." + +"What else do you expect?" another voice reasoned. "The Absolute Sword Palace is one of the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain. And now that the Great Ruler Empire is declining, they’re easily one of the top contenders for the strongest force in the entire Middle Domain—aside from the Four God Nations." + +"I heard she’s already at the 4th level of Champion Rank..." someone whispered, eyes wide with awe and concern. "White Death versus the Battle Maniac... who’s going to win?" + +Excitement and tension gripped every corner of the Battle Realm as all eyes locked onto the screen. + +On the battlefield within the grassy plains, a subtle breeze passed between the two figures. Max stood still, red hair swaying from the wind created by the peaceful world—peace that was on the verge of being shattered. + +His masked gaze never left her. He had sensed it the moment she raised her sword—her strength. Her cultivation had reached the 4th level of Champion Rank. That meant she was stronger than Roger Hale. Stronger than Old Man Burning Cloud. + +And yet... Max remained unmoved. He could feel it. This battle would be different. Anya wasn’t just another opponent. She was like a blade given form, forged by obsession, tempered by madness. And she wasn’t here to win. She was here to fight. + +Anya raised her sword with slow, unhurried grace, the dead look in her eyes never changing. The long blade in her hands gleamed coldly under the soft light of the grassy plain, as if it had no warmth, no weight—only purpose. + +And then, without a word, she moved. The air around her suddenly shifted, trembling as a sharp aura surged out like the slicing of space itself. She slashed forward at Max, and in that very instant, the world seemed to shatter. + +WHOOSH! + +It wasn’t just a single attack. It was the first move of her feared technique—Seven Slashes of the Splitting Art. The moment the sword cut through the air, it left behind a blinding white crescent, filled with sword intent so sharp it could slice through a mountain like paper. + +Max’s eyes narrowed behind his mask, and with a wave of his hand, a black flaming sphere materialized before him. The blade struck the sphere with a deafening clang, sending a ripple of black and white energy through the plain, but the sphere held firm, absorbing the full force of the strike. + +Anya didn’t pause. Her second slash followed immediately, crossing at a sharp diagonal angle. The momentum behind it was frightening—it carried not just sword energy but a slicing force that seemed to split wind, light, and even the very space it passed through. + +Another flaming sphere appeared in front of Max, intercepting the slash. + +BOOM! + +The impact exploded in a clash of sword light and cursed black flames, but Max remained unmoved, his stance steady. + +The third, fourth, and fifth slashes came in rapid succession, one faster than the last. Each time, Anya seemed to grow more terrifying. Her dead eyes didn’t flicker with emotion, but her blade—her blade screamed with power. + +Every strike was precise, clean, and unbelievably destructive. She wasn’t just swinging a sword—she was dissecting reality. Trees in the distance split in half, the ground cracked under the shockwaves, and even the wind ran in opposite directions as her sword sliced through it. + +Yet, each time, Max countered with the same calm mastery. More flaming spheres formed in front of him, each made from the searing darkness of his Crimson Reaper Inheritance. + +BOOM! + +CRACK! + +BOOM! + +The clashes echoed louder and louder across the plain, painting the battlefield in flashes of black and silver. + +Then came the sixth slash—a vertical arc that descended from the sky itself, like a heavenly punishment. This strike was unlike the others. The sword was raised above her head, and as it came down, it carried the weight of thunder, like it could split the sky and bring judgment to all below. + +Max summoned a larger flaming sphere this time, its surface rippling violently from the pressure of the incoming attack. The moment they collided, a towering pillar of black and silver flame erupted, shaking the entire realm. + +And finally—the seventh. + +Anya’s final slash was silent. No roar of energy. No tearing of the air. She simply vanished. Then, a breath later, appeared right in front of Max, her sword already moving in a flash so fast it couldn’t be followed. It was clean. Elegant. Deathly quiet. A strike aimed not at the body, but the soul. + +Max’s eyes glowed faintly beneath his mask, and just as the blade was about to touch him— + +HUMMMM + +A black sphere burst into existence around him like a cocoon, swirling and blazing with chaotic fire. The blade struck it head-on. + +CRACK—BOOM! + +This time, the explosion shattered the ground beneath them. The grass was vaporized. The sky darkened for a heartbeat. The flames and sword light clashed in pure chaos. + +And then, as the smoke cleared, Max stood unharmed. His clothes fluttered in the fading heat. The red of his hair gleamed, the mask still hiding his face. + +Anya, breathing softly, slowly lowered her blade. Her dead eyes remained lifeless, but deep within, perhaps for the first time... a flicker of interest stirred. + +She had used the full power of her Seven Slashes of Splitting Art, a sword technique known to devastate even Champion Rank experts—and Max had blocked every single one with black flaming spheres, without moving from his spot. + +"You are the first to block all my sword attacks without getting injured," Anya said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper, yet it carried clearly across the battlefield. + +There was no anger, no frustration—only quiet acknowledgment and a burning intent that simmered beneath the surface. + +Max noticed it immediately—the deadness in her eyes, that hollow, uncaring emptiness that had stared back at him before, was starting to fade. In its place rose something far more dangerous: fighting will. + +A terrifying, pure, unshakable desire to battle. Not for victory. Not for fame. Just to clash blades with someone worthy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-708.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-708.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca3f920 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-708.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 702: One move" +slug: "ch-708" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 708 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1245 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood tall, the wind fluttering his cloak as he smiled faintly behind his mask. "Your previous sword attacks didn’t carry any sword concept," he said evenly, his tone calm and unhurried. "That’s why it was easy for me to defend against them. If you want a real battle, you should use your full strength. Otherwise, my flames will burn you to ash." + +Anya didn’t flinch. Her grip on the sword tightened slightly, and her stance straightened. "You are strong," she said, her voice as steady as ever, "but not strong enough to defeat me." + +That caught Max’s attention. He tilted his head, just a little, a small gesture of curiosity. Her tone wasn’t arrogant—it was factual. As though she were stating something that didn’t need to be proven. + +"Is that so?" he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips as he shook his head in amusement. "I could say the same. I also think you can’t defeat me." + +The air around them thickened as their words clashed silently before the swords did. Anya’s eyes, now fully alive with the gleam of sharpened will, remained locked onto Max. + +"Nobody can defeat me at my strength level," she said without a shred of doubt. "And you—at 1st level of Master Rank—you aren’t my opponent either." + +And then it happened. + +Her aura flared, and her body overflowed with a fierce pressure that cut through the air like unseen blades. The world around her began to shimmer, as if reality itself was struggling to remain whole. + +From her body rose the clear and unmistakable presence of Level 2 Sword Concept. It wasn’t just sword energy—it was the embodiment of everything she had trained for, fought for, and bled for. + +Max’s smile remained behind his mask, but his eyes sharpened. This was it. The girl with dead eyes had awakened. + +"I will only use one sword attack," Anya said softly, her tone calm, without pride or arrogance—just certainty, like one simply stating a fact. Her dead eyes were gone now, completely replaced by a terrifying, resolute brilliance, the kind only true battle maniacs possessed. "If you can survive that sword attack... then I will admit defeat." As she raised her sword high above her head, the air around her began to tremble. + +With the full release of her Level 2 Sword Concept, the world itself responded. The sky above darkened, not with clouds but with pressure, as if the heavens feared what was to come. Wind stopped blowing, birds fled the distant trees, and the vast grassy plain became deathly still. + +From her sword exploded a wave of intent—not just the sharpness of the sword concept, but something else, something far more primal and consuming. It was a battle will so pure, so violent, it felt as if it could tear apart reality. + +Max stood quietly, his flaming armor slowly flickering around him, eyes narrowing behind the mask. He could feel it now—not just the Level 2 Sword Concept... but something deeper. + +’Concept of the Battle Sword?’ Max thought. It was rare, nearly unheard of. Unlike ordinary sword concepts, the Concept of Battle Sword was a manifestation of a will to fight everything—to clash blades against fate, gods, destiny itself. It was not a sword made to kill. It was a sword made to fight. And Anya... she had taken a step into it. + +"White Death," she called out, her voice now echoing with power. "Take my sword." + +She moved. One step. That was all it took. + +She crossed the distance in an instant, her body a blur of black hair, silent eyes, and god-slaying momentum. Her sword came down like a falling star, trailing light and battle will, splitting the air in half. As she slashed down, her voice roared like thunder, reverberating across the realm. + +"Battle Crazy Sword Art – Final Move – Battling the Gods!" + +The slash descended not like a sword strike—but like a heavenly punishment. The sky above cracked. The earth below split apart. The blade carved space itself in two, leaving a glowing gash in the air that extended into the clouds above. + +From that single slash surged everything—rage, obsession, glory, despair, and the unyielding desire to fight until there was nothing left to fight. It wasn’t a move. It was a war cry turned into a blade.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +Max reacted the moment he sensed the incoming sword strike, and the battlefield around him ignited in an instant. Black flames roared to life, swirling violently as a gauntlet formed over his right hand, forged entirely from condensed cursed fire—the mark of his Crimson Reaper Inheritance. + +But he wasn’t done. Not even close. With a deep breath, Max activated the fearsome power slumbering within his bloodline—Dragon Scales Transformation. His skin shifted, hardened, transformed, as thick black glowing scales rapidly crept up his arms and shoulders, spreading across his chest, neck, and back in a gleaming cascade of power. + +The transformation was terrifying to behold—like watching a beast awaken beneath a man’s flesh. + +And then, he unleashed the final key—the full strength of all 600 Draconic Essences he had refined. The effect was instant and devastating. The black scales that armored his body pulsed once—then glowed softly, intensely, with golden light. + +Every inch of him radiated unstoppable might, as if he were no longer merely a expert, but a divine beast incarnate cloaked in flame and fury. His aura surged to a level that made the air around him bend, tremble, and scream. + +And in that exact moment—Anya’s sword arrived. + +Her final attack, Battling the Gods, came crashing down like judgment itself, aimed to split him in two. But Max didn’t retreat. He didn’t even flinch. He stepped into the path of that divine strike, his expression calm behind the mask. Then, with inhuman speed and precision, he lifted his right hand and extended two fingers. + +BANG! + +He caught the blade. With two fingers. + +The impact was cataclysmic. The moment the sword connected with his hand, the entire battlefield beneath them—grass, earth, stone—was obliterated. + +The ground didn’t crack. It didn’t break. It was reduced to dust, completely erased by the sheer pressure of the clash. A massive shockwave thundered outward, carving trenches into the distance and turning the entire area into a smoking crater. + +Anya’s eyes widened, stunned not just by the fact that he caught the strike with his bare hands—but because her sword concept was completely suppressed by Max’s sword concept before her sword could even reach him. + +"Your sword conc—" she began, but never got the chance to finish her sentence. + +In that exact breath, Max’s eyes flared with black and golden light, and he moved. Using the full might of his Dragon Scales Transformation, empowered by all 600 Draconic Essences, and focused entirely through the flame-forged gauntlet of his Flame Tyrant Inheritance, he drove his fist straight into her gut. + +BANG! + +The hit landed with a roar like a volcano erupting. The air shattered. The pressure was indescribable. Anya’s body arched, her mouth opened in silent shock—and then, in the next instant, her form exploded into a swirl of glowing red particles, fading into nothingness as the Battle Realm processed her defeat. + +She was gone. + +Not defeated in a drawn-out clash. Not pushed back or wounded. Erased. One punch. One overwhelming force that shattered everything in its path. + +And Max—White Death—stood alone once more in the center of the destruction, unshaken, surrounded by a world he had just broken with his bare hands. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-709.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-709.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c2229e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-709.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 703: Complete the task" +slug: "ch-709" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 709 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Tell me I’m dreaming! Tell me I didn’t just see White Death block her sword attack with two fingers... and then obliterate her into nothingness with a single punch!" someone shouted, their voice trembling with disbelief as the image of Anya’s vanishing form still echoed across the floating screens. + +Their hands clutched their head, as if trying to physically force the scene into their mind—force it to make sense. + +"You’re not dreaming," another said, equally stunned. "I saw it too... every frame, every moment. He caught that terrifying sword strike—Anya’s final move—with just two fingers. And then, before she could even react, he shattered her into nothing. No defense, no resistance. She didn’t even stand a chance." + +The crowd buzzed louder, a chaotic storm of voices rising into the air. "She was a 2-star genius! A 4th level Champion Rank! One of the most brutal talents from Absolute Sword Palace! And yet White Death... just erased her like she didn’t even belong on the same battlefield." + +"White Death is too strong!" another voice cried. "He’s only at the 1st level of Master Rank, and yet he’s tearing through Champion Rank experts like they’re paper dolls! If he’s already this powerful now... what the hell will happen when he reaches Champion Rank? What monster will he become?" + +"How is he doing this?" someone else asked, exasperated. "How can someone at his level wield this kind of strength? The black flames, the speed, that gauntlet, those scales—he’s not human! No one that young should have power like this!" + +"The bigger question is... where is he from?" a hushed voice added darkly. "What faction could raise such a terrifying genius and keep him hidden all this time? To suppress a power like this from the public eye until now... whoever is behind White Death must be planning something big. This level of secrecy? It’s no coincidence. It’s conspiracy." + +Chaos once again exploded across the Battle Realm. The defeat of Roger and Old Man Burning Cloud had stunned the masses, yes—but this? This was something else entirely. + +Anya Stout was no ordinary opponent. She was the Battle Maniac—a prodigy of the Absolute Sword Palace, trained in endless battles, said to be invincible among 4th level Champion Rank geniuses. Her strength was feared, her name known across dozens of regions. + +And yet... she had been completely and utterly crushed by White Death, without him taking a single step backward. + +Her defeat wasn’t just a loss—it was a statement. A statement that declared to the entire Middle Domain that White Death wasn’t just powerful. He wasn’t just talented. He was beyond the known scale. + +The realm had no way to measure him. And as that terrifying thought settled into the hearts of the watchers, one truth became clear. + +White Death was too strong. + +And that truth became even more terrifyingly clear as they continued to watch what came next—the rest of White Death’s battles. + +After utterly crushing Anya Stout, the infamous Battle Maniac of the Absolute Sword Palace, Max stepped calmly into his next match without pause, as if nothing that had happened fazed him in the slightest. + +Once again, he faced a 2-star genius at the 4th level Champion Rank. And once again, the battle ended in less than five moves. + +His opponent tried to unleash a mighty domain-based technique, but Max didn’t even give him the time. With a single flick of his black-flamed gauntlet, the enemy was sent flying and disappeared in a burst of red particles. + +Murmurs turned into an uproar, yet Max didn’t stop. He immediately chose another battle—and the scene repeated itself. Another genius. Another Champion Rank opponent. And another devastating, one-sided fight. + +This one tried using space-binding chains, an elite technique said to trap even late Champion Rank experts. + +Max walked straight through them. The chains disintegrated as his black flames brushed against them, and his counterattack—a flaming sphere launched at point-blank range—reduced his foe to ash-like particles. + +Then came a thunder-wielding brute. Gone in three exchanges. Then a beast tamer expert who summoned a massive soul-bound tiger. + +Max turned it into cinders before his opponent could even issue a command. Time after time, the screens showed his battles—his flawless control, his brutal efficiency, and his complete and utter dominance. + +No theatrics. No dragging it out. Just raw, terrifying strength delivered with calm precision. And after winning his tenth battle, just as the Battle Realm had begun to tremble with collective obsession, fear, and awe, his figure finally vanished from the floating screens. + +One blink he was there, standing tall amidst scorched earth and ruined enemies—and the next, he was simply gone. Vanished not only from view, but from the entire Battle Realm. Silence returned for a heartbeat. + +But it was the kind of silence that came before a storm that would shake the world. A monster had appeared. And his name... was White Death. + +*** + +Max stepped out of the swirling portal within the Black Cube, his body emerging from the stream of light as he arrived at the Battle Hall of the Great Ruler Empire. + +The grand hall was massive, built from deep silver stone that shimmered with a soft glow, lined with rows of battle formations and towering statues of legendary warriors from ages past. + +But Max paid it no attention. His expression was calm, his face visible. Of course, he wouldn’t be coming out of the Battle Realm wearing the featureless mask otherwise the entire Great Ruler Empire might erupt into chaos. + +After what he had done in the Battle Realm, especially with his overwhelming defeat of Anya, the infamous Battle Maniac of the Absolute Sword Palace, there was no question that his presence would set the entire Battle Hall ablaze with curiosity, reverence, and most dangerously—suspicion. + +If he stayed in the Battle Realm even a second longer, the floodgates would burst. Eyes would turn. Questions would rise. He would be surrounded, interrogated, praised, hunted. And so, with swift steps and a cloak of silence, he left the Battle Realm immediately after his tenth battle ended. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-71.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-71.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..447cb9f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-71.md @@ -0,0 +1,158 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 71: Shocking the Battle Realm" +slug: "ch-71" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 71 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1366 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The crowd froze for a moment, stunned by Max’s audacious declaration. A level 6 hunter openly challenging anyone in a place dominated by far stronger fighters? The sheer boldness of it left them momentarily speechless. + +Most had assumed he had wandered in by mistake, unaware of the stakes. But now, his words reverberated through the gathering like a thunderclap, shattering their assumptions. + +"Hahaha, it seems he doesn’t know his place. Guys, should we go and teach him a lesson?" + +"This kid really has a screw loose, otherwise, he wouldn’t be challenging us." + +"Anyway, since he dared challenge us, we should teach him a lesson." + +"So who’s going to fight him?" + +"Let me teach him a lesson he’ll never forget." + +They erupted into laughter, mocking Max for what they perceived as sheer stupidity. + +"Kid, I accept your challenge." A young man of about 20, with round, curly black hair, stepped forward. + +Max smiled and tapped the air, challenging him. "Let’s go then." He walked back into the cube for the battle. + +The curly-haired man, named Reeds, smiled, accepting Max’s invitation and entered the cube as well. + +--- + +Max found himself standing on the plain battlefield again, and not far in the distance stood Reeds with his curly black hair. + +"I’ll let you have the first attack," Reeds said, smiling arrogantly. + +Max shrugged. "As you wish," he said as he activated the power of 5 Draconic Essences. + +With that, he used the Swift Dash skill, and his figure blurred, appearing in front of Reeds, who had no reaction to Max’s sudden appearance. + +’Next time, take the initiative,’ Max thought inwardly as he rammed his fist through Reeds. + +Bang! + +Reeds’s figure was instantly destroyed into red particles and vanished. + +--- + +A moment later, both Max and Reeds came out of their cubes, but Reeds wore an expression of horror and confusion, as though he had seen a ghost. + +"Reeds, you lost, man? Against a level 6? What the hell, man?" + +"What did you do to lose, Reeds?" + +"Reeds, you’re really a piece of trash, just as expected from someone like you." + +"Damn, Reeds, how could you lose to someone at level 6?" + +The crowd mocked Reeds, some glaring at him for being defeated by someone at level 6. But Reeds wasn’t one to take the mockery lying down. + +He made an embarrassed face and said, "I messed up and let him attack me, but who would’ve known he would use poison? He instantly killed me with his poison. If I fought him again, I’m sure I would defeat him easily." + +Others around him nodded in understanding. They could finally understand why Reeds had lost to someone at level 6. + +Max overheard from the side, an amused expression on his face. He hadn’t expected Reeds to be so shameless, but it didn’t matter to him as long as it worked in his favor. + +Just as he had anticipated, another challenger stepped forward, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I’ll take you on this time, kid," declared a dark blue-haired woman, her tone sharp and confident. + +Max met her gaze with a calm smile. "Alright then," he said, his voice steady as he accepted her challenge. Without hesitation, he entered the cube for another battle. + +"Lucy, don’t be like Reeds and finish him in one move," someone from the crowd advised. + +"Yeah, kill him fast and teach this kid a lesson," another added. + +Lucy smiled at them and chuckled. "Don’t worry. I’m not arrogant like Reeds." She stepped inside the cube after saying those words. + +--- + +On the plain battlefield, Max and Lucy stood opposite each other. + +"You’re very calm for someone at level 6," Lucy said as her body began to freeze. A layer of frost appeared around her skin, turning her skin color to an icy blue. + +Max stared at her transformation, intrigued. "What is your class?" he asked. + +Lucy smiled as the ground beneath her began to freeze. "I’ll tell you after our battle." + +Max nodded and waited for her to attack. + +However, Lucy’s expression grew strange as she observed Max. He didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking, nor did she see any poison around him, as Reeds had mentioned causing her to frustrate. + +She chose to fight Max because her Ice Transformation skill offered some immunity to poisons, but she saw no trace of any poison now. + +"What are you waiting for?" Lucy shouted in annoyance, seeing Max just staring at her blankly. + +Max shook his head and sighed. He had expected her to attack after seeing her transformation. ’I guess it doesn’t really matter.’ he thought as his figure blurred before Lucy. + +Bang! + +A punch landed straight in her gut, sending her flying away as she disintegrated into red particles. + +--- + +The crowd outside was once again stunned into silence as Max emerged victorious, defeating Lucy. It was as if their collective understanding of reality had been upended. + +"This is unreal!" someone exclaimed. "A level 6 defeating a level 10? That just doesn’t happen!" + +The murmurs turned into a roar, disbelief giving way to excitement. The crowd’s shock quickly morphed into chaos as they struggled to comprehend what they had just witnessed. + +"This kid’s insane! How is he pulling this off?" + +"I’ve never heard of anything like this. Not here, not anywhere!" + +The air buzzed with an electric energy as the crowd went wild, their cheers and exclamations echoing through the Battle Realm. Max’s second victory had thrown all expectations out the window, leaving everyone in awe—and craving more. + +"Next," Max called out, his voice dripping with arrogance, a sneer firmly planted on his face as he scanned the crowd. + +The sheer smugness in his expression made a vein pop in one of the onlookers’ temples. + +"Argh, I can’t stand that smug smile anymore!" a young man growled, stepping forward with a fiery glare. His fists clenched, his eyes burning with frustration and determination. "Alright, let’s go! I’ll show everyone how to wipe that grin off your face." + +Max’s smirk widened as he gestured toward the cube. "Big words. Let’s see if you can back them up." + +A few minutes later, both emerged from their cubes, but the young man who had challenged Max vanished into the crowd, blankly. + +"Who is this kid? He’s taken down three of us in just minutes!" + +"Yeah, the first win could’ve been luck, the second maybe carelessness... but the third? No way. This kid’s the real deal!" + +"True. He doesn’t even look like he’s been awakened for long, yet he’s managing to beat us at level 10 while still being at level 6. That’s insane!" + +"But let’s be honest—he won’t last much longer. The Battle Realm is full of geniuses, and no matter how strong he is, level 6 still has its limits." + +The crowd exploded into a frenzy, voices rising in disbelief and excitement. No one had anticipated this outcome—not one, not two, but three victories in a row. + +Max’s performance shattered their understanding of what was possible, leaving them reeling with astonishment. + +"I’ll take you on this time," declared another challenger, a lady with striking pink hair stepping forward. + +Max simply smiled, his confidence unwavering. "Let’s see what you’ve got," he replied, stepping back into the cube. + +Moments later, the result was the same. The pink-haired challenger emerged from the cube, defeated, her shoulders slumped as she rejoined the crowd. + +Max, on the other hand, strode out with the same smug smirk that was beginning to infuriate everyone watching. + +The crowd seethed with frustration, their pride refusing to accept defeat at the hands of someone only at level 6. One by one, challengers stepped forward, each more determined than the last. And one by one, they were defeated, their confidence crumbling as Max’s winning streak continued. + +Continue reading on empire + +It wasn’t long before the mood shifted from anger to hopelessness. The crowd could no longer deny the reality—they were outclassed. + +Whispered disbelief rippled through the onlookers as they realized Max wasn’t just winning; he was dominating. + +"Everyone look above Max’s cube!" someone shouted, attracting everyone’s attention. + +They all turned to see, in shock and disbelief, a blood-red ’11’ appearing above his cube. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-710.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-710.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b87c55 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-710.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 704: Plans" +slug: "ch-710" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 710 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But what Max didn’t realize—what he couldn’t have possibly known—was that his fame already spread wide and far in the entire Middle Domain. From the peak powers of the Seven Overlord Forces to the secretive courts of the Four God Nations... from wandering cultivators and ancient reclusive families to academy halls and throne rooms—the name White Death had already spread like wildfire. + +In mere hours, stories were retold, recordings were replayed, analysis was done by elders and force masters alike. A masked figure, 1st level of Master Rank, defeating ten Champion Rank 2-star geniuses and old monsters, including some who were considered invincible in their realms. + +Defeating them not through tricks or narrow wins—but by crushing them. Effortlessly. Coldly. Without even a pause. The footage of him catching Anya’s divine slash with two fingers and reducing her to red particles with a single punch had already been played across hundreds of regions. + +Unknowingly, Max had just shaken the foundation of the Middle Domain. And while he walked away from the Battle Hall in silence... the world was screaming his name. White Death. + +’I don’t believe the Black Lotus Guild would refuse to contact me after that,’ Max mused silently as he walked away from the Battle Hall, his footsteps calm. + +Every move he had made inside the Battle Realm—the overpowering defeats, the black flames, the dragon scales and most importantly the inheritances of the black flames—hadn’t been for glory, pride, or to crush the confidence of the so-called geniuses. + +No, it had all been done with a singular purpose—to draw the eyes of the Black Lotus Guild. A force that had once struck fear into the hearts of the Middle Domain, now reduced to whispers and shadows. But Max hadn’t forgotten them. He wanted them. Needed them.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +One of his goals in the Middle Domain was to have a force he could trust without doubt. A force not corrupted by politics or greed, but bound by blood, loyalty, and secrecy. And that was where the Black Lotus Guild came in. + +Though they were currently in decline, buried by years of stagnation and hunted by many factions, Max believed otherwise. He believed they were only sleeping. If he could awaken them—evolve their bloodline by even one rank—he was certain they could rise again and rival even the Seven Overlord Forces. + +He could have taken a different path. He could have removed the mask, revealed his face to the world, let his sister and everyone else know he was in the Middle Domain. He could’ve soaked in the attention, let the world kneel before his strength. + +But Max wasn’t a fool. He knew better. Publicity brought danger. Let alone whether this stunt would even be enough to alert his sister, it would certainly alert others. Powerful forces. Rival empires. Enemies watching from the shadows. + +If he showed himself, if his real identity was exposed, then his strength would be laid bare for the entire cultivation world to dissect. And while he believed the Great Ruler Empire was currently one of the safer places he could be in, that safety wasn’t absolute. No fortress was truly invincible. + +He would become a beacon of calamity. A walking target. Assassins, force envoys, greedy power-hungry families—they would come. That much was guaranteed. So he played it smart. Masked. Hidden. His name unknown, his power unforgettable. + +And now... it was only a matter of time before the Black Lotus Guild took notice. Because after what he had done, even the dead would have stirred. + +Max walked calmly through the sprawling grounds of the Great Ruler Empire, the soft hum of high-grade formations pulsing faintly beneath his feet, the towering structures of the empire standing proud against the sky. + +With a quick tap on his holowatch, a digital interface blinked into existence before his eyes. His gaze swept over the updated information, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. + +His status had officially been updated—2-star genius. + +’Good!’ he thought, eyes narrowing with quiet satisfaction. That was the result of all the chaos he had just unleashed inside the Battle Realm. Wasting no time, he turned and made his way directly toward the 2-star sector. That place... was his home now. + +As he entered the 2-star sector, the difference was immediately clear. It was significantly larger than the 1-star sector—not just in size, but in grandeur. The compounds here were more refined, more spacious, and protected by higher-level formations. + +Each house looked like a fortress in itself, reserved only for those who had proven their worth and potential. And Max, even if hidden behind the name White Death, had more than earned his place here. + +Upon reaching his assigned residence, he scanned his holowatch over the gate’s formation. A soft chime rang out as the barriers faded, and the door opened with a quiet hiss. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and locked it tightly. + +The moment he entered, he didn’t even pause to rest. He walked straight to the innermost room and entered the training chamber. Max sat cross legged and the next moment, he stood within his Dimension of Time. + +Max already had a plan laid out in his mind. Now that he had made his mark, he would soon leave the safety of the Great Ruler Empire to carry out missions. + +Every completed mission would earn him PQ—Premordial Quartz—currency used within the empire to exchange for rare resources. His primary target: mana stones, the fuel for his strength. That was the next step in his evolution. While others couldn’t devour mana stones, Max welcomed them with big hands. That was why he was focusing on doing missions for the empire. + +But before setting out on any task or mission, Max wanted to polish his strength further. He would dive deep into the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art, refining its comprehension and execution until it could contend with even higher realms. + +And more importantly, he intended to try his hand at the Storm King Inheritance within the Floor of Inheritance in his Dimension of Lightning once again. He believed with his current strength he should be able to defeat the soul fragment of the Storm King and get his inheritance. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-711.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-711.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a453403 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-711.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 705: Training the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art" +slug: "ch-711" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 711 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I will first train in the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art," Max muttered to himself as he stood in the Dimension of Time, the air around him calm and silent, the flow of time already slowed to give him the advantage of endless hours in mere moments. + +With a thought, he summoned his blue dragon sword—its cold steel gleaming under the ethereal light of the timeless space. The blade pulsed faintly in his grip, responding to the battle aura still lingering in his veins. + +He took a slow breath and entered a stance, preparing himself not for combat, but for understanding. + +Until now, Max had made decent progress in integrating the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art with his personal Concept of Severing Sword. He had managed to graft the invincible aura of the sword art onto his own severing concept, creating something unique—an edge that not only cut but resisted being cut, giving it a sense of absolute dominance. + +However, even as the fusion gave him results, Max knew deep down this wasn’t what he truly sought. He didn’t want to attach invincibility to his severing sword; he wanted to replace the invincibility altogether. + +The path of invincibility was not his own. What he truly desired was to make the severing sword the heart of this profound art. He wanted to reform the sword technique—to take its core principle and overwrite it with his own path, where severing everything, even concepts themselves, would be the foundation of power. + +That was the problem. The original sword art had been built on the Invincible Sword Concept, a level of intent and understanding that Max simply hadn’t yet mastered. + +Trying to walk that road was like heading toward a destination his instincts rejected. It felt forced—like dragging a mountain behind him. Max wasn’t one to waste time trying to mimic a concept he didn’t resonate with. + +But still, he had made some headway. By forcing the invincible edge to cling to his severing intent, he had created a temporary solution—something that could hold in battle, even if it didn’t reach the sword art’s full potential. + +That alone was worth recognizing. Still, his goal was beyond that. He now needed to find a way to integrate the second part of the sword art into his severing sword path. + +If he could do that... if he could fully rewrite even just the first move of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art into something that resonated with his own path, then he could finally unleash the move known as Unyielding Sword Will. + +That technique alone was said to embody the absolute presence of a sword that could not be stopped, bent, or denied—a sword that defied reality. + +And if Max could make that sword sever reality instead of resisting it... then his strength would rise to an entirely new level. + +"I should start by practicing the first move and then breaking it apart," Max muttered to himself as he stood at the center of his Dimension of Time, the atmosphere around him serene yet tense, as if the space itself understood the importance of what he was about to do. + +His sword hung steady in his grip, the edge gleaming with silent anticipation. Without wasting another thought, he began moving through the form of the first technique of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art—Unyielding Sword Will. + +The motion was smooth, precise, each step and swing echoing the intent of the original creator: to embody a sword so resolute that nothing could stand before it. + +Max moved again and again, letting the energy flow, feeling the invincible essence wrap around the technique—but that wasn’t what he wanted. + +Each time he completed the form, he paused, not in satisfaction, but in contemplation. He wasn’t just practicing—he was dismantling. Deconstructing. Studying the inner skeleton of the sword art, stripping away the parts that didn’t resonate with him and isolating what he could adapt to his own path. + +Time flowed differently here, and Max took full advantage of it. One hour outside stretched into year, and before he realized it, an entire week had passed in this space. + +Seven days of tireless dedication, where he did nothing—absolutely nothing—except immerse himself in the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. He didn’t train his flames, didn’t meditate on his other concepts, didn’t explore his other inheritances. He simply focused, entirely and unrelentingly, on this one thing. + +His body ached, his mind pulsed with fatigue, and sweat often soaked his back, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was the path in front of him.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +And through this unyielding repetition and dissection, he slowly began to feel it—the cracks in the invincible concept widening, making room for his severing sword. + +It wasn’t perfect yet. But progress had begun. And Max knew it was only a matter of time before the sword art no longer belonged to its original form... but to him. + +"I’m close... I’m very close to making the first move willed solely by the severing concept and not the invincible concept," Max muttered under his breath, eyes narrowed with the kind of intensity only born from days of relentless, focused training. + +His grip on the sword relaxed as he finally exited the Dimension of Time, his steps steady, but his mind still echoing with the sword forms he had practiced over and over again. + +He knew it—he could feel it. The edge of breakthrough was near. The Unyielding Sword Will, once built upon the foundation of invincibility, was now bending, reshaping itself around his own severing concept. It wasn’t complete yet, but the difference was clear. + +The sword no longer resisted—it severed. The sword no longer withstood—it cut through. + +After such intense practice, Max allowed himself a moment of calm. He went to take a long bath, the steam rising around him as he refreshed his aching body. His muscles, though hardened by cultivation and resilience, were sore in that particular way only soul-deep comprehension training could cause. + +After washing off the exhaustion, he dressed simply and headed toward another part of his inner world—the Dimension of Lightning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-712.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-712.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2fd0e0f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-712.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 706: Ability to unlock all dimensions" +slug: "ch-712" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 712 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1083 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Out of all the four concepts he had grasped—flame, lightning, space, and sword—Max had only gathered true inheritances for flame. His Flame Tyrant Inheritance, the Crimson Reaper Flame inheritance, and the Black Sun Inheritance all gave him a wellspring of resources to grow his flame-based techniques. + +For the sword, while he didn’t have an inheritance in the traditional sense, the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art at least gave him a structured path to develop his sword concept. + +But when it came to space and lightning, things were far less certain. He had no inheritances for space at all. Not even a dimension connected to it. He hadn’t even encountered a legacy that could guide him in refining his spatial concept. + +It left a void in his cultivation roadmap, a silent corner of his power he could feel but not yet develop. + +He sighed softly as he walked, speaking his thoughts aloud. "It’s strange... out of all the dimensions I have, I’m lacking the Dimension of Space," he said, a tinge of frustration creeping into his tone. + +Space was an elusive, high-level concept—rare even among the elites. Still, it felt like something he should already have access to, especially considering how naturally his body and instincts reacted to this concept. + +But lightning—that was a different story. The Dimension of Lightning was already established within him. More importantly, the Floor of Inheritance inside that dimension held numerous legacies. Dozens, maybe more. + +They were locked away behind comprehension thresholds and lightning trials, waiting for him to prove himself. He just had to unlock them. + +If he couldn’t push forward in space just yet, then he would take lightning to its next level. + +The moment Max stepped into the Dimension of Lightning, the familiar crackle of energy greeted him like a homecoming storm. + +Sparks danced in the air, the sky above thundering with dormant power, and before he could take another step, Tian’s calm voice echoed beside him. "Master, you are here," the puppet servant said respectfully, appearing out of thin air with his usual composed demeanor. + +Max nodded, eyes already scanning the electric plains that stretched endlessly across the dimension. "How is the growth of my spirit and the dragon egg?" he asked, his tone curious but filled with expectation. + +This was something he hadn’t checked on in a while—not since he had begun focusing heavily on battle, training, and comprehension. + +Tian gave a soft smile. "Master, everything is going well. From what I can tell, the spirit will fully birth itself in a few years," he replied, his voice steady and clear like flowing thunder. + +Max’s eyes brightened instantly. Excitement surged within him. "Oh? It’s about to be born?" he said with a grin. + +This spirit wasn’t just any creation—it was a living embodiment of his own blood, a natural spirit formed from his essence inside his Dimension of Spirit. He had planted its seed long ago, nurturing it with care and soul force, and now it was finally nearing birth. + +"Good," Max said firmly, his voice laced with seriousness now. "You must take utmost care of it. And keep reminding me if there are any changes, whether in the dragon egg or the spirit. I don’t want to miss anything." + +Tian bowed slightly. "Yes, Master. I will watch over them both closely." + +Max stood still for a moment, the rhythm of lightning pulsing softly beneath his feet as his mind churned with thoughts. He had multiple dimensions—lightning, flame, time, and even spirit—but there were still others yet to awaken. + +And he knew their existence was buried deep in his body and soul, just waiting for the right key to surface. + +"Tian," he called suddenly, turning to face the servant with sharp eyes. "By the way... do you know how I can awaken the rest of my dimensions?" + +Tian’s eyes gleamed faintly, a flicker of lightning dancing across his form as his expression turned deeply contemplative.𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +"It is possible, Master," he said after a moment of silence, his voice calm but carrying the weight of ancient knowledge, "but difficult. The dimensions within you are tied to your essence—your very soul and being. And while they aren’t sealed away like the Floor of Inheritance, they do not awaken on their own unless certain specific conditions are met. Each dimension is a manifestation of a concept your body and soul resonate with, and until that resonance reaches a breaking point, they remain dormant." + +Max fell into thought. ’Conditions,’ he murmured inwardly. And then it hit him—he had been through this before. The Dimension of Spirit had awakened when he touched Mimi, an act that somehow ignited a deep, soul-level connection. + +The Dimension of Lightning awakened when his fate manifestation devoured the seven-colored lightning dragons, a moment of overwhelming power and comprehension. + +The Dimension of Flame came about randomly, maybe influenced by his black flames and the Dimension of Time had only awakened when he had fully awakened his class. + +It was clear now—none of it had been coincidence. Each awakening came through a moment of impact, emotion, power, or comprehension. That’s how it worked. + +Still, Max wasn’t satisfied relying on chances and conditions. He wanted control. "Are there any other ways I can choose to unlock a dimension of my choice?" he asked seriously, his crimson eyes sharp with intent. + +Depending on luck or chance was no longer an option—not for someone like him who had plans far beyond just becoming strong. + +Tian met his gaze without flinching. "There is a way," he answered slowly, "but Master is simply too weak for that at the moment. From what I can perceive... if Master’s strength reaches a certain level, you will naturally gain the ability to manually unlock the dormant dimensions within you. The knowledge will reveal itself, as your class evolves and grows strong enough to handle it." + +Max exhaled, a nod forming as the truth settled in. "I see," he muttered, eyes narrowing in realization. So it wasn’t that his class lacked the function to unlock dimensions. It was him. He was simply too weak for that function to be revealed. + +His current strength hadn’t met the threshold necessary to access the true capabilities of his class. That explained everything. The dimensions were there, waiting, like unopened doors in a mansion he owned but didn’t have keys to yet. + +But one thing was clear now: once he grew stronger, once he climbed high enough, the doors would no longer need keys—they would open on his command. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-713.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-713.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d10c19 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-713.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 707: Once again facing Storm King" +slug: "ch-713" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 713 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let’s head into the Floor of Inheritance," Max said calmly, his gaze fixed ahead as the air around him buzzed faintly with anticipation. + +Without waiting for a reply, he walked toward the only visible door in the Dimension of Lightning, his cloak rippling slightly with each step. + +Tian followed behind him in silence, his glowing eyes observing Max with a sense of intrigue. + +The moment Max stepped through the door, he found himself once again standing at the grand entrance of the Floor of Inheritance—a realm that never failed to impress. + +The sky above was constantly flashing with streaks of violet lightning while the world around him stretched endlessly into a sea of floating islands, each one suspended midair and enclosed by shimmering forcefields. + +Some islands radiated a ferocious aura, others a more tranquil presence, but all of them pulsed with ancient, raw elemental might. + +Max’s eyes scanned the thousands of islands until they were drawn toward one in particular—the closest to him—the Storm King’s Inheritance. Its island roared with raging tempests, thunderclouds swirling above it like an eternal storm given life. + +Without hesitation, Max soared into the sky and streaked toward the island, weaving through the arcs of wild lightning that tried to block his path. Moments later, he landed inside the barrier of the Storm King’s island, the entire realm rumbling in response to his arrival. + +As soon as he set foot on the rocky ground, he wasted no time. Instantly, Max activated his Dragon Scales Transformation, black glowing scales spreading across his body like armor from his hands up to his neck, their surface humming with power. + +And then immediately, he tapped into the core of his strength—his 600 Draconic Essences—and let them burn within him. His body began to glow with a soft golden light, merging with the dark luster of his scales to form an ethereal glow that shimmered like sunlight swallowed by a storm. + +The moment his transformation completed, the world around him reacted. Winds howled violently, and lightning surged from the skies as if the Storm King himself had sensed the arrival of a challenger worthy of his legacy. + +Max narrowed his eyes, steady and composed, his aura erupting in tandem with the chaotic power of the island. + +On the opposite side of the storm-wracked island, nestled atop a large circular platform made of what appeared to be ancient, storm-tempered stone, a lone figure sat in silence upon the stairs. + +The winds howled around him, but his presence was untouched, unbothered—as if the storm existed because of him, not despite him. His long cloud-white hair floated gently behind him, strands dancing freely in the air as if alive with the rhythm of thunder and wind. + +Draped in robes that shimmered faintly with flashes of red lightning, the man exuded a pressure that was both noble and wild, like a king who ruled the tempest itself. + +And then, as if drawn by the invisible ripple of Max’s arrival, the man slowly turned his head, his eyes parting open for the first time—calm, piercing orbs that glowed faintly with red lightning. + +Their gazes met in midair, lightning flashing between the two, but Max didn’t flinch. He didn’t lower his gaze. He stared straight into the Storm King’s eyes, a quiet fire burning within his own. + +And then, a subtle smile appeared on the Storm King’s face—a hint of amusement, approval, or perhaps curiosity. But before Max could even try to read further into it, the air screamed. + +In the Storm King’s hand, a red spear suddenly materialized, gleaming with divine sharpness. Its long shaft pulsed like a beating heart, and the head of the spear was jagged, like it had been carved from lightning itself. + +Red bolts of lightning coiled around the blade, crackling like angry serpents hungry for destruction. The man didn’t speak, didn’t move further—he simply let the spear rest across his lap, its tip humming with raw destructive energy. + +Seeing the red lightning crackling along the tip of the Storm King’s spear, Max didn’t hesitate for even a breath. He knew what was coming. The memory of his last encounter with this inheritance—the overwhelming defeat, the unstoppable might—still burned fresh in his mind. + +He wasn’t going to repeat that mistake. At once, he activated the full might of his Flame Tyrant inheritance. Black flames erupted from his body like a furious storm, devouring the air around him in a swirl of chaotic heat. + +Within moments, the flames reshaped themselves into solid form, layering over his body piece by piece. A blazing black chestplate formed around his torso, thick boots of molten fire encased his legs, and his arms were shielded with gauntlets of surging flame. His silhouette now resembled that of a true tyrant of war—an armored inferno standing against the storm. + +But that was only the beginning. Max immediately pushed his Dragon Scales Transformation to its peak—his skin hardened into pitch-black scales that glowed with golden glow, running across his arms, chest, neck, and even a bit of his face like living armor. + +This was his strongest physical state, a fusion of raw draconic might and tyrannical flame, a form built for brutal, close-range combat. The Flame Tyrant inheritance amplified his every move, turning each attack into a catastrophe, each motion into a statement of dominion. + +And then it happened—Max saw it. The same ability that had shattered his defenses last time. The Storm King’s eyes began to glow again. Slowly at first, like embers flickering to life, and then rapidly igniting into a storm of red lightning. + +Both of his eyes were now completely engulfed in crimson lightning, as if twin lightning storms raged inside them. The very sky above responded, clouds twisting unnaturally, thunder crackling violently in sync with the rhythm of his stare. + +It looked like the eyes of a demon and so was the aura from afar. + +Max felt it—the same dreadful presence. That suffocating feeling, as if nature itself had chosen a king and that king was now preparing to strike down everything before him. + +And then it happened. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-714.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-714.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1263b7e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-714.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 708: True Power of Storm King" +slug: "ch-714" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 714 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +WOOSH! + +A crimson streak of lightning flashed across the space like a divine judgment descending from the heavens. In an instant, the Storm King appeared right in front of Max, his red lightning-coated spear crashing down with the force of a divine calamity. + +But Max was ready—this time, he wasn’t the same man who had been overwhelmed before. His Three Dimensional Body had already warned him of the approach, calculating every motion, every tremor in the air. + +Without a shred of hesitation, Max took out his sword, the edge gleaming with power as his level 2 Concept of Severing Sword surged into its form. Then he swung down. + +BOOM! + +The clash was cataclysmic. The moment the sword and the spear collided, the entire platform beneath them didn’t just crack—it vaporized. Not even fragments remained. The very matter turned into fine dust, and before that dust could even settle, it was blasted apart by the overwhelming shockwave that burst from the impact. + +Rings of pure destructive force rippled outward, distorting the air and shattering nearby stones. Red lightning tendrils exploded outward from the Storm King’s spear, slashing through space like angry serpents, while arcs of invisible sword force flared around Max’s blade, cutting down every strike of lightning before it could reach him. + +Max’s arms trembled slightly from the sheer force pressing against him, but his stance remained firm. His black armor of flames clashed against the divine crimson of the Storm King’s lightning, the two powers locked in a furious deadlock. + +Sparks of red lightning danced across his black flaming armor, while waves of invisible sharpness from Max’s sword forced the Storm King to tighten his grip on the spear. The entire space around them cracked like broken glass under the intensity of the clash—flame and storm, severing and piercing, all converging in that single frozen moment of power. + +And yet neither stepped back. They were two titans clashing in full power, and the storm had only just begun. + +’He’s still too strong!’ Max gritted his teeth as his arms began to go numb, his grip on the sword trembling ever so slightly under the crushing force of the Storm King’s spear. The red lightning coiled around the weapon like a wrathful deity’s curse, pressing down on him with unrelenting fury. + +Even his legs, reinforced by the might of his Flame Tyrant boots and the golden glow of his Draconic Essences, were starting to buckle under the pressure. The ground beneath his feet was already splintered, barely holding together as waves of power surged through his body. + +And yet... this was him at his peak. Max had summoned everything—his Flame Tyrant Inheritance cloaking his body in full armor of black fire, his Dragon Scales Transformation hardening him like a mythical beast, and six hundred fully active Draconic Essences amplifying every fiber of his strength to an unimaginable level. + +This should have made him unstoppable in physical combat. But despite all that, he could only barely hold the Storm King at a standstill. + +Only now did Max truly grasp the terrifying difference in their level. The Storm King wasn’t just powerful—he was overwhelming, an embodiment of lightning itself given form and will. And Max finally understood.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +The last time they had fought, he had been obliterated in a single strike when the Storm King’s eyes had turned red and surged with lightning. He hadn’t stood a chance then, and the reason was now painfully clear. + +Back then, he had been weaker, yes—but more importantly, he had underestimated the man. He had failed to comprehend what kind of existence he was challenging. + +The Storm King wasn’t someone who could be gauged with common sense. He was a storm given purpose... and Max was only beginning to scratch the surface of what it meant to fight him. + +’I have to use everything then... Black Sun!’ Max muttered inwardly, his eyes narrowing with grim determination. The air around him trembled, and in the next instant, black flames erupted to life, swirling violently as if responding to his will. + +A small crown, wreathed in black fire, formed just above his head—its flames flickering with an ominous majesty. And then, far above, stretching across the sky above the island, another crown—massive and oppressive—appeared, suspended in the air like a blazing sun of darkness. + +It was only half the size of the entire island, yet it exuded an unbearable pressure, casting shadows of flame and authority across the world below. + +’Crimson Reaper!’ Max followed up instantly, not hesitating for even a heartbeat. His body pulsed with his inheritance’s might, and in a flash, the black flaming sphere formed around the Storm King, swallowing him whole. + +The speed of the attack was beyond imagination—so sudden and so fast that even someone of the Storm King’s caliber failed to react in time. The entire battlefield trembled as the sphere solidified. + +"Explode!" Max muttered causing the black flaming sphere to react violently as it began to release insane heat and glowed violently as if it was about to explode at any moment but then it came to halt. The explosion process paused and the sphere returned to its calm form. + +"What happened?!" Max frowned. This had never happened before. + +But what happened next left him shaken. Cracks formed across the sphere. Then, with a deafening roar, it tore open from the inside, as if some monstrous force had awakened within. + +From the blazing rift, the Storm King emerged—his figure radiating an otherworldly intensity. His entire body was drenched in red lightning, from the roots of his long white hair to the soles of his boots. + +It wasn’t just lightning—it was like he was the eye of a storm, walking forward wrapped in chaos, fury, and divine wrath. Red lightning danced across his skin like serpents, flashing violently with every step he took. + +His eyes were glowing orbs of crimson, crackling with boundless power. In that moment, he didn’t look like a man. He looked like the embodiment of the storm itself, awakened by Max’s power, and ready to unleash hell. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-715.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-715.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..227d49d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-715.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 709: Epic Clash!" +slug: "ch-715" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 715 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1199 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Emperor’s Domain!" Max muttered in disbelief as he raised his hand to the heavens. Instantly, the sky above darkened, engulfed in swirling black flames that twisted and churned like a living sea of fury. + +From within huge crown floating in the air, thousands of weapons began to take shape—each one forged from the essence of his black flames, each radiating immense power. + +Swords, spears, halberds, war hammers, glaives, axes, and countless other weapons filled the skies, hanging above like an apocalyptic rain waiting to fall. + +And then they did—plummeting like divine judgment from the heavens, all aimed at the Storm King standing on the platform. It was a fearsome display, the kind of attack that could obliterate a city, tear mountains asunder, and incinerate any living thing caught within its reach. + +But then Max’s entire being tensed. His Three Dimensional Body, which was always calm and precise, screamed in alarm. A warning. A threat. An impossible shift. + +His senses picked it up first, and then his eyes followed. The Storm King’s figure, just a breath ago standing at the center of the incoming storm of weapons, had vanished. + +In the very next instant, he appeared directly in front of Max—a blur of red lightning and crackling might. The spear in his hand gleamed menacingly, its head pulsing with concentrated red lightning, as if it too was alive and roaring for battle. + +Max was shaken. His arsenal had been released first. His weapons were already halfway to their target. And yet, in the blink of an eye—or rather, in a flash of lightning—the Storm King had traversed that space, ignored the approaching destruction, and stood inches from Max’s chest, ready to strike. + +It didn’t make sense. It defied every law of speed, every logic of combat. It was more than technique. More than mastery. It was power—raw, absolute, terrifying power. + +Max’s mind reeled. + +’This is... unbelievable.’ He had fought monsters before. He had crushed Champions and defied logic. But in that moment, facing this being who moved like a storm incarnate, Max finally understood what it meant to be outmatched in the purest, most terrifying way. + +Though Max was shocked by the sheer speed and dominance of the Storm King, his reaction was instant and precise. In that fraction of a second, his instincts roared louder than his fear, and his body surged with violent, crackling energy. + +Blue lightning erupted from every pore, dancing along the black flaming armor that wrapped his body like a second skin. The air shook as Max raised his sword, its blade now radiating a deep azure hue. + +With a roar that split the air, he unleashed his counter— + +"First Form of Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword!" + +The moment the words left his mouth, his sword cleaved through space like a divine judgment, a strike blessed by both flame and lightning. And then it met the Storm King’s spear. + +BOOM! + +A thunderous detonation ripped through the entire island, as sword and spear collided once more. This time, it wasn’t just a clash of weapons—it was a clash of elements, of wills, of legacies. + +Blue lightning exploded from Max’s blade while red lightning burst from the Storm King’s spear, and the resulting shockwave tore through the clouds above, sending tendrils of power streaking across the sky like cracks in a glass dome. + +The earth beneath their feet was obliterated, flattened and torn by the immense pressure unleashed from just their first true strike. + +And then they moved. + +What followed was a blur of violence, speed, and precision—two monsters trading blows at a level beyond mortal comprehension. + +Max’s sword slashed down with devastating arcs of thunderclap energy, his movements amplified by the raw might of his 600 Draconic Essences. His black scales glowed golden, his every strike empowered by the Flame Tyrant’s close-combat inheritance. + +His fists roared with black fire, his gauntlets shattered the air, and every kick or swipe carried the weight of mountains. He became a whirlwind of elemental destruction, striking with the wrath of a dragon forged in storms and flame. + +But the Storm King was relentless. Every attack Max launched was met by a blindingly fast counter from the red lightning spear. The man’s movements were terrifyingly smooth, his spear twirling like an extension of his will. + +He thrust, parried, spun, and stabbed, lightning whipping behind each move like the scream of a thunder god. He fought not like a warrior, but like a storm made flesh—ever-shifting, ever-adapting. + +Every step he took cracked the earth, every swing of his spear scorched the skies. Red lightning arced from his body in great whips, each capable of slicing through stone. + +They clashed again. + +BOOM! + +And again. + +CRACK! + +A hundred times. + +Each strike was a battle of its own. Spear against sword. Thunder against flame. Blue and red lightning filled the world, dancing across shattered stone and ruined sky. The floor of the island cracked and reformed constantly under the sheer pressure of their blows. + +Max ducked a sweeping stab, twisted mid-air, slammed his foot into the Storm King’s chest—but was met with a counterstrike so fast it nearly cracked his shoulder. + +Blood oozed from the edge of his lips, but he didn’t stop. He was roaring now, fighting like a true dragon awakened from slumber, his black flaming gauntlets ablaze with fury. + +The Storm King grinned amidst the chaos, a warrior’s grin, wild and proud. "Not bad, boy!" he bellowed between attacks. "You’ve grown!" + +Max didn’t answer. He was too deep in it—too caught in the thunderous rhythm of the fight. Too focused on surviving, on pushing past his limit, on winning. One clash, then another. Then another. And another. + +One hundred strikes, a hundred echoes of power shaking the heavens. Each one could level cities. Each one could be a killing blow. But neither fell. Not yet. + +The battlefield had become a storm-torn hellscape, the sky nothing but streaks of flame and lightning, the ground barely holding itself together. Yet both warriors remained standing—bloodied, breathless, but unbroken. + +In that moment, in the chaos of battle, Max lost himself completely. The world around him faded. + +All that remained in his mind was the enemy before him—the Storm King—and the clash of sword and spear. Again and again, they collided. The air trembled. The heavens split. + +And Max stood tall, refusing to falter, matching the Storm King strike for strike, breath for breath, as though they were two ancient titans locked in an eternal war. + +His arms ached, his fingers blistered beneath the flaming gauntlets, and yet with each clash, with every explosive meeting of their weapons, Max felt something stirring deep inside him. Something fierce. Something wild. + +It was as if the core of his very being was awakening under pressure—under flame and lightning and blood. His black flaming armor, born of the Flame Tyrant inheritance, pulsed with a radiant heat. The flames licked across his body more wildly than ever before, yet they felt... calm. Controlled. Empowered. + +His eyes widened, not from fear or pain, but from realization. "My flame concept reached level 2!" Max felt it—the way the flames no longer resisted him, but responded like loyal hounds eager to devour anything in their path. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-716.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-716.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f3dde6d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-716.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 710: Using Everything" +slug: "ch-716" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 716 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1009 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But he didn’t lose focus. He couldn’t afford to. Instead, he welcomed this surge of power like an old friend and immediately struck while the moment was ripe. + +"Second form of Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword!" Max roared, his voice sharp like a thunderclap splitting the world. His sword surged with blue lightning, now fused perfectly with the strength provided by the Flame Tyrant inheritance from boiling heat of his level 2 flame concept. + +He swung with all his might, and for the first time since this impossible duel began, the Storm King staggered—his feet skidding back across the cracked battlefield. Max had finally forced him back. + +Seizing the opportunity without hesitation, Max unleashed his arsenal. From the skies, a storm of black-flame-forged weapons descended—swords, spears, hammers, halberds, and axes rained down like divine wrath, each glowing with infernal heat, each roaring with destructive purpose. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! + +The world quaked beneath the fury of Max’s assault. For a moment, it felt as if he would finally overwhelm the legend before him. But then— + +A flash. A blinding streak of red lightning tore through the smoke and flame. + +And in an instant, all the weapons shattered—every last one obliterated before they could touch their target. The sky was emptied. The storm died in a heartbeat. + +The Storm King stood again, completely untouched, as if the previous blow had never landed. His entire body crackled with red lightning, glowing from head to toe in storm-born fury. And then, the Storm King was already there, right in front of him, eyes gleaming like thunder gods, spear poised to strike again. + +The moment the Storm King blinked into existence before Max, his body cloaked in red lightning and his spear aimed like a thunderbolt about to strike, Max was already prepared. + +His right hand was raised, fingers crackling with violet lightning, positioned precisely like a coiled spring ready to release. And then—he flicked. + +FLICK! + +BOOM! + +A deafening shockwave erupted from that single motion. The air trembled, the ground fractured beneath their feet, and the Storm King—despite his immense might—was blasted away as if launched by a divine cannon. His body became a crimson streak across the sky, tearing through the air like a falling star. + +Max didn’t waste a single breath. His Three Dimensional Body instantly calculated the trajectory, and using the power of his space concept, he teleported to a new position—one directly in the path of the incoming Storm King. There, he waited, his aura burning hot and black as night, gathering his might. + +In the sky above, ten colossal swords, each one forged entirely of searing black flames, materialized like falling celestial weapons. + +Around Max, twenty-three black flaming spheres appeared in perfect symmetry, rotating slowly, emitting pulses of devastating energy. + +Then Max vanished again—his figure becoming one with the air. + +Right at that moment, the Storm King came crashing through the sky like a comet, still caught in the momentum of Max’s earlier flick. He arrived precisely where Max had predicted. + +And then the trap sprung. + +The ten massive swords came down at once like the wrath of heavens, their edges glowing with destructive fury, while the black flaming spheres homed in, enclosing him from every direction. + +BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! + +An earth-shattering chain of explosions followed—thunder roared, fire rose like tidal waves, and the sky itself turned black from the rising smoke and chaos. Black flames surged skyward, curling toward the clouds like hands of a demonic god. + +The impact was so overwhelming that the entire island beneath them shuddered violently. Deep cracks split the ground, huge chunks of terrain were hurled into the air, and fissures spread like spiderwebs across every inch of the island. + +The storm of destruction Max had unleashed was nothing short of cataclysmic. What was once a floating sanctuary of power now looked like it had been struck by a divine calamity. + +And at the center of it all—somewhere buried beneath the smoke and fire—was the Storm King, who had just faced the full brunt of Max’s wrath. + +’Will this kill him?’ Max wondered as he hovered above the smoldering remains of the battlefield, his eyes narrowing toward the center of the chaos where the Storm King had disappeared beneath waves of black flames and cracked stone. + +The sheer force of his previous attack had nearly reduced the floating island to rubble, but Max knew better than to assume it was over. This was no ordinary opponent—this was the Storm King, a figure born from lightning and honed through countless battles. Letting his guard down now would be nothing short of foolish. + +So, to be safe, Max decided to follow through with a skill—one he had specifically kept in reserve for this moment. Every skill in his arsenal was already pushed to the peak of Legendary Rank Limitbreaker Stage, capable of devastating force. + +But among them, one was already burning in his mind—Lightning Needle. + +Without hesitation, Max brought both of his hands close together, fingers spread slightly as violet lightning began to crackle between his palms. Sparks arced in every direction, dancing wildly like living things. + +The energy sizzled with a sharp, high-pitched hum, vibrating with intensity as it condensed further and further. His body pulsed with electric force, his long coat fluttering despite the stillness of the air. The aura around him seemed to distort, warped by the sheer voltage he was gathering. + +Thanks to his increasing compatibility with violet lightning—now reaching 30%—his control over it had also evolved. It wasn’t just raw power anymore. He could manipulate it with precision, compressing a palm’s worth of violet lightning into the shape he wanted. + +And he did just that. With both palms glowing in flickering arcs of violet lightning, Max brought his hands together and pressed them downward, calling upon the full might of his Lightning Needle skill. + +The space between his palms twisted as all the violet lightning he could control surged forward, condensing under his will, folding in on itself again and again—compressed to an extreme, until a single, slender needle was formed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-717.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-717.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ed44b6d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-717.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 711: Final Move" +slug: "ch-717" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 717 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1164 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +It hovered in the air, a palm-sized construct of pure destructive energy, but it radiated a presence far beyond its size. The very atmosphere around the needle trembled violently, warping and shuddering as if reality itself rejected the existence of such a thing. + +Violet tendrils sizzled outward like living serpents, crawling through the air and down to the battered ground below. The moment one of the tendrils kissed the stone, the earth screamed—melting into bubbling red lava in an instant before hardening to a dead black crust the next moment. + +Everything in its proximity either burned or broke. Max stood completely still beneath the floating needle, feeling his hair rise, his body surrounded by the chaotic pressure of what he had just created. This wasn’t just a needle. This was the embodiment of precision destruction. + +A single strike that could erase existence in a flash. And now, it was aimed directly at the eye of the storm—where the Storm King lay hidden within the lingering smoke and shattered terrain. + +Max narrowed his gaze, took one silent breath, and then waited. + +Soon, the chaotic echoes of the explosion began to die down. The searing roar of black flames faded into silence, and the dark inferno that had blanketed the battlefield flickered out like dying embers. + +What remained was only a barren landscape of devastation—scorched earth, shattered stone, and thick plumes of dust rising from a crater that looked like the heavens themselves had struck down in fury. + +Max stood still, eyes sharp, breathing steady, his senses fully extended. He didn’t lower his guard. Not yet. And then, through the settling haze, a faint flicker sparked. Crimson tendrils of lightning snaked through the dust like serpents awakening from slumber, dancing across broken terrain.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Max narrowed his eyes. ’He’s alive.’ That single thought echoed in his mind. He wasn’t surprised—cautiously impressed, yes—but not surprised. + +RUMBLE! + +A bolt of red lightning suddenly cracked down from the sky like divine judgment, slamming into the center of the dust cloud where the Storm King had last been seen. The flash lit up the ruined battlefield for a heartbeat—just a single second—but it was enough. + +Max, with his Three Dimensional Body, locked onto the figure standing tall in the center of the blast zone. The Storm King was still there, unmoved, his back straight, his long white hair now fully charged and flowing like ribbons of lightning. + +Crimson lightning coiled around his limbs and surged through the length of his red-glowing spear, which he held at his side like a divine weapon forged in thunder. His body crackled with power, but more than that—there was intent in his posture. He wasn’t finished. + +Far from it. Max’s jaw tightened, the weight of the battle growing heavier. The storm wasn’t over. It had just reached its eye. + +And then— + +CRACKLE! + +A flash of red lightning split through the air like a divine decree, and in that instant, the Storm King was there—just there—inches from Max, faster than he’d ever moved before. His entire body was a blur of crimson lightning, spear gleaming with wrathful energy, its tip aimed straight for Max’s chest like it intended to pierce through his very soul. + +The force of his sudden arrival warped the air itself, sending ripples outward like reality was bending under his speed. + +But no matter how fast he was, no matter how overwhelming the momentum or terrifying the pressure, he had already been seen. + +Max’s Three Dimensional Body had caught it the moment the flicker of red surged. In the very breath that the Storm King appeared, Max moved—not his body, but his will. He released the one thing he’d been restraining this whole time. + +The Violet Lightning Needle. + +With a sharp twist of his hands, Max let the needle go wild. All this time, he had kept it in check, subduing its rampaging energy, controlling its pulse. But now—now he let it tear loose. + +The moment it was freed, the compressed needle of violet lightning shot through the air like a god-slayer, faster than sound, a streak of concentrated death. It flashed once and howled through the space between them like a vengeful star. + +In that instant, before the Storm King’s spear could even graze Max, the needle reached him. + +CRACK! + +Storm King’s head vanished—gone. Not exploded. Not burned. Just erased in a single violet flash. His body halted in mid-motion, as if the strings holding him together had been snapped by the will of thunder itself. + +The momentum of his charge crumbled, and his mighty spear, still wrapped in red lightning, fell from his hand with a dull thud. + +And then, with eerie silence, his headless figure collapsed forward, crashing to the ground just before Max’s feet. + +"I win... finally." Max whispered, his voice strained as exhaustion washed over him like a collapsing tide. His knees gave out and he let himself fall onto his back, landing hard against the fractured ground of the ruined island. + +The black flames of his Flame Tyrant form faded like dying embers, his armor dissolving into mist. The golden-glowing scales that had coated his body during his Dragon Scales Transformation dimmed and vanished as well, leaving behind his normal self—battered, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. + +His body felt sore, his mind drained, and his core aching with the toll of the powers he had just wielded. But in his heart, a strange sense of fulfillment settled. He had done it. He had defeated the Storm King. + +Just then, a subtle flicker caught his eye. Max turned his head and saw the headless body of the Storm King, still lying where it had fallen. But it was glowing—softly at first, in a deep crimson light that shimmered with a strange, sacred quality. + +The glow pulsed slowly, like a living heartbeat, before growing brighter with every passing second. + +Max sat up slowly, ignoring the ache in his back and shoulders, and stared at it. + +"Is this the part where I will get the inheritance?" he muttered, a glint of curiosity and anticipation in his tired eyes. + +The glow intensified, the body shining so bright that it was no longer possible to make out any features. And then, without warning, the Storm King’s body dissolved completely, transforming into a radiant beam of red lightning and pure light. + +That beam shot straight toward Max, too fast for him to react, and struck his forehead with pinpoint precision. + +Max’s eyes widened. He didn’t feel pain—but rather, a surge of heat and electricity rushed into him, flooding his senses with foreign energy. His body shuddered involuntarily as the knowledge, the power, the will of the Storm King poured into him like a river breaking through a dam. + +Visions, sensations, battle memories, techniques, and the weight of an inheritance carried for who knows how many ages all entered him in a single moment. + +The Storm King—his legacy, his power, his storm—had chosen Max as its new bearer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-718.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-718.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0adb988 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-718.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 712: Three stages to inheritance" +slug: "ch-718" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 718 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let’s see what the Storm King Inheritance is all about," Max muttered, his voice calm but filled with the weight of expectation as he sat cross-legged on the cracked, scorched remains of the battlefield. + +The red glow had completely vanished now, leaving behind only silence—and the vast trove of knowledge that had just been forcefully etched into his soul. + +He closed his eyes, letting the whirlwind of inherited memories and information sort themselves out. His breathing slowed as he dove deep into his mind, navigating through the vast sea of battle experiences, insights, and storm-based principles left behind by the Storm King. + +Every word, every image, every feeling was embedded with a kind of ancient clarity that showed just how powerful and refined this inheritance truly was. + +After what felt like hours but was merely minutes, Max opened his eyes again and exhaled a long breath, his heart still thudding from the overwhelming realization. "Storm King’s Inheritance is truly strong," he murmured, his tone laced with awe. "No wonder I had such a hard time defeating him." + +He now understood why the Storm King had felt so unshakably powerful—because the techniques he used were not just elemental moves, but deep-seated manifestations of the essence of storms themselves, forged through centuries of battle and comprehension. + +The inheritance was divided into three grand stages, each more terrifying than the last. + +The first stage, aptly named Brilliant Thunder, was all about the application of lightning to enhance physical power. It wasn’t just channeling lightning into his limbs—it was fusing it into every movement, every muscle fiber, every swing of the sword or strike of a fist. + +This stage allowed the user to coat their weapons or fists with lightning so precise, so condensed, that even a single casual slash could split through reinforced spirit iron. It increased not just sharpness, but speed, reaction time, and explosive force. + +Max could already imagine how devastating his attacks would become once Brilliant Thunder was mastered. Just the first stage alone was enough to completely overpower most Champion Rank techniques. And this was only the beginning of what the Storm King’s legacy had to offer. + +Max recalled the scene vividly—the red lightning gathering like a torrent at the tip of Storm King’s spear, crackling with a power so intense it made the very air tremble. At the time, he had only thought it was an advanced technique or normal method to use lightning on weapons to increase their sharpness. + +But now that he had absorbed the inheritance, he understood. ’So that was the first stage’, he mused silently. ’Brilliant Thunder.’ It explained everything—the razor-like precision of each thrust, the devastating weight behind every strike, the way the red lightning seemed to slice through the very fabric of space with each movement. + +Every time Max’s sword had clashed with the Storm King’s spear, it wasn’t just brute force—it was an artful combination of elemental essence and physical technique refined through this stage. And now that he had seen the blueprint behind it, he realized with a chill how far he still had to go. + +Because Brilliant Thunder was just the beginning. + +The second stage was where the true horror began—Heaven’s Wraith. As Max processed the details in his mind, he felt an involuntary shiver crawl up his spine. According to the inheritance, this stage unleashed the pure destructive nature of lightning, casting aside restraint and control in favor of chaos and annihilation. + +It was a realm where every strike carried the wrath of the heavens themselves, turning the user into a walking calamity of thunder and ruin. In this state, the power of lightning would no longer merely coat the weapon—it would consume the battlefield, surging through the surroundings like divine punishment made manifest. + +The Storm King had used it sparingly, Max realized, perhaps to prevent complete destruction of the testing island itself. But its traces were there—in the way red lightning had carved scars into the land, in the shockwaves that had turned stone to dust, in the sensation of standing before something ancient and furious. + +Max remembered the old saying—lightning has three natures: destructiveness, speed, and the power of rebirth. Whether that was a myth or truth, he didn’t know. But one thing was clear—Storm King had believed in it. And with the second stage representing destruction, it was terrifying to even imagine what the final stage would hold. + +But Max couldn’t help but grin slightly. If this was the strength he could gain... then walking this storm-wreathed path was more than worth it. + +The second stage of the Storm King’s Inheritance—Heaven’s Wraith—was not created for elegance or finesse, but for one thing alone: sheer, unrelenting destruction. Max could feel that truth burning into his mind as he absorbed the details of the inheritance. + +This wasn’t a skill designed to restrain or defend—it was forged to tear everything apart, to devastate whatever stood in its path, to embody the fury of the storm in its most merciless form. Heaven’s Wraith was a manifestation of lightning’s destructive nature at its peak, and it carried the overwhelming force of a collapsing sky. But with such power came an undeniable cost. + +"According to the inheritance, Heaven’s Wraith puts a heavy toll on one’s body, so it is recommended to have a strong physique before using the second stage," Max muttered under his breath as he carefully examined the requirements laid out in the inherited memory. + +He blinked once, slowly, and then a faint smirk touched his lips. "I can ignore this requirement, I guess." + +With the combined power of his Flame Tyrant Inheritance, Dragon Scales Transformation, and the might of his six hundred Draconic Essences, Max’s body was already far beyond what was considered normal—perhaps even monstrous. + +His physical constitution could withstand the immense backlash of Heaven’s Wraith, and the thought of harnessing such raw devastation excited him. But he didn’t linger long. His mind turned toward the final stage, the one that had truly caught his attention. + +Extreme Speed. The third and final stage of the Storm King’s Inheritance. As the name suggested, it was built to tap into the lightning’s defining trait—its incredible, blinding speed. + +The technique allowed one to accelerate far beyond the limits of their own physical movement, pushing their body to race like the flash of thunder itself. Movements became blurs, attacks arrived before the enemy even realized the battle had begun, and dodging became near-impossible for those not possessing special perceptions. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-719.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-719.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7803eb2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-719.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 713: Lightning Essence" +slug: "ch-719" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 719 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Reading through the inheritance, Max couldn’t help but be fascinated by the possibilities. But alongside the allure came the warning—just like Heaven’s Wraith, Extreme Speed placed a brutal toll on the user’s body. + +Bones could crack, muscles could tear, and even internal organs could rupture from the strain if the body wasn’t reinforced to withstand the sudden spikes in motion and acceleration. + +Max let out a long breath. "It also requires a very strong body..." he whispered. But even so, as he stared at the swirling image of the Storm King’s techniques etched within his mind, he knew—this was the power he had longed for. A perfect match for the thunder inside his blood. A storm waiting to be unleashed. + +"Storm King’s Inheritance is a simple inheritance created to bring out the strongest power of lightning," Max muttered to himself in quiet understanding, his gaze lost in thought. It all made sense now. + +The simplicity wasn’t a lack of depth, but a focused intensity. The Storm King had clearly crafted this inheritance with the very fundamentals of lightning carved into its bones—destructiveness, speed, and sharp force. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t layered in abstract mysticism. It was raw. Brutal. Purposeful. + +A pure path to unleash the three great natures of lightning in their most primal, devastating forms. + +And while that clarity made it easier to grasp the intent behind the techniques, it also exposed something else—a cold, hard truth Max could no longer ignore. "It’s all good and well," he exhaled with a sigh, "but the requirement to learn and use the Storm King’s Inheritance is the real problem." + +He knew it now. The Storm King hadn’t made it easy for others to follow his footsteps. In fact, the prerequisites for simply accessing the stages were nothing short of monstrous. + +The very first stage—Brilliant Thunder—demanded the presence of not one, but three lightning essences within the user’s body. Without that, one could forget ever trying to coat their weapon or fists in that deadly edge of thunder. + +But that was just the beginning. The second stage, Heaven’s Wraith, a power that called forth the pure destructive nature of lightning, required nine lightning essences. Nine. And the final and most terrifying stage, Extreme Speed, needed a total of twenty-seven lightning essences—just to activate it. + +Twenty-seven! That wasn’t just rare, it bordered on the impossible. It wasn’t about finding them in the world or absorbing them like energy stones. + +No. Lightning essence wasn’t even lightning itself. It was far more refined—an abstract concentration of lightning’s truest nature. It existed like the concept of mana pools or energy veins but in an even more elusive state, woven into the core of one’s being. It couldn’t be forged. + +It had to be manifested or absorbed under extraordinary conditions. And therein lay the true barrier to mastering the inheritance. Storm King’s power wasn’t something anyone could hope to unlock with effort alone. + +Without the very essence of lightning integrated into one’s body and soul, it was simply unreachable. + +Max stared at his own hands, feeling the flickers of blue lightning dance along his fingers. + +Storm King’s Inheritance was a direct expression of lightning’s primal truths—raw destructiveness, blinding speed, and overwhelming force. To wield such terrifying power wasn’t merely about mastering techniques or understanding concepts. It demanded something deeper. Something far rarer. The lightning essence. + +These essences weren’t common energy or elemental fragments—they were said to carry the true nature of lightning itself, born only in rare places where the fury of storms converged endlessly. + +Without these, the three stages of the Storm King’s Inheritance—Brilliant Thunder, Heaven’s Wraith, and Extreme Speed—were simply unreachable. + +Max understood this now more than ever as he sat silently in the Storm King’s ruined island, reflecting on the inheritance burned into his soul. "Now where can I find such places?" he muttered with a quiet sigh, raking a hand through his red hair. + +He also needed a place to practice the Star Flame Art, another technique requiring an area rich in star energy—perhaps under open skies or atop ancient celestial formations where the essence of stars lingered. + +For a moment, he sat still, his thoughts racing through potential locations across the Middle Domain that could host such phenomena. But eventually, he shook his head and rose to his feet. No answers would come sitting still. + +As he turned, Tian approached him, his gaze respectful yet curious. "How is your gain, Master?" he asked. + +Max nodded with a half-smile. "I’ve obtained the inheritance, but to use it... I need lightning essences." + +Tian’s eyes flashed as understanding dawned. "Lightning essence? Then Master, I suggest seeking out places where lightning continuously falls. Only such environments can naturally birth lightning essences. The longer the storms endure, the purer the essence."𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +Max paused, taking in Tian’s words. "A place where lightning continuously falls..." he echoed quietly, already beginning to form a plan in his mind. He gave the island one last glance, then turned and exited the Dimension of Lightning with renewed determination. + +Opening his eyes in the quiet of his room, Max sat up and stretched, his body still buzzing faintly from the intense training and the stormy inheritance he had just acquired. + +The familiar metallic sheen of his holowatch caught his eye, and he instinctively tapped the interface, intent on contacting Lyra. They had exchanged contacts during their last meeting, and though their conversation had been brief, he felt that she was someone worth keeping in touch with. + +But as he scrolled through the interface, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a long list of pending notifications that made him pause in surprise. They were all notifications and messages. Unread ones. + +Rows of official messages from the Great Ruler Empire filled the screen. Apparently, the holowatch wasn’t just a personal device, but a formal channel through which the empire’s higher-ups communicated with its geniuses. + +It made sense—this was the Middle Domain, and the Great Ruler Empire was no small faction. These people didn’t waste time with messengers when a single tap could reach thousands. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-72.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-72.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7e8c8f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-72.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 72: Winning Streak" +slug: "ch-72" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 72 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1221 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The crowd was stunned to see ’11’ on top of Max’s cube as they realized what that number meant. + +"That’s a winning streak! It’s been so long since a winning streak appeared outside the top twenty of the Novice Rankings." + +"True. Who would have thought that by fighting against him constantly, we were only fanning the flames?"𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +"Damn, this is a first-level streak, meaning whoever defeats him would get another 100 coins in addition to the usual 100 coins." + +The crowd surrounding Max was in chaos. Their eyes burned with greed, fixated on the glowing number ’11’ atop his cube—a mark of his undefeated streak. + +But even as their desire to claim his spot grew, caution tempered their actions. They had seen the ruthless efficiency with which Max defeated his opponents, and they knew he was no ordinary challenger. + +However, the crowd’s pride wouldn’t let them back down. Challenger after challenger stepped forward, determined to bring an end to Max’s streak. Yet, no matter how many times they fought, the result was the same—defeat. + +Max’s winning streak continued to climb, his number glowing brighter with each victory, as he effortlessly dismantled one opponent after another. + +But the people surrounding him refused to accept it. How could someone at level 6 reign over those at level 10? Their frustration and disbelief pushed them to keep challenging him, hoping to exploit some hidden flaw or wear him down through sheer persistence. + +With every new attempt, they began to understand just how futile their efforts were. + +The realization dawned on them too late. Their plan to wear him down was nothing but a delusion. What they thought would be his undoing had turned into their nightmare. + +Max wasn’t just fighting to win. He was dominating to conquer. + +As he continued to fight, his winning streak increasing slowly but steadily until it reached a number that shocked everyone watching closely. + +’51’ + +"Look, the streak rose to 51!" someone exclaimed, their voice trembling with disbelief. + +The crowd stirred uneasily. Fifty-one might seem like a small number on its own, but when it marked an unbroken winning streak, it carried an overwhelming weight. + +"Fifty-one victories… and not a single loss," another muttered, struggling to process what they were witnessing. + +It wasn’t just the number that shocked them—it was the circumstances. Max was only level 6, facing opponents at level 10, and yet he had torn through them like they were nothing. Each victory cemented his dominance further, shaking the confidence of even the most arrogant fighters in the crowd. + +The glowing number above his cube wasn’t just a statistic; it was a proof to an unfathomable skill, an unyielding will, and an aura of invincibility that left everyone in awe. + +Max nodded in satisfaction upon seeing his winning streak as he went inside his cube and called it a day. ’If I win like this for another few days, then I will definitely enter the Novice Rankings,’ he muttered as he called up his status. + +—— + +[Max] + +– Number of Battles: [51] + +– Wins: [51] + +– Battle Coins: [9240] Stay updated via empire + +– Affiliation: Phoenix Order + +—— + +’Huh? So many coins?’ Max frowned upon seeing the number of coins. If he recalled correctly, each win previously had given him a hundred coins, so according to that, he should only have 5100 coins. + +Max checked the coin distribution table, and after reading it, he understood what was going on. ’So every level-one fought above their strength, an extra 20 coins would be given, and since I fought someone at level 10 while at level 6, that means a total of 80 extra coins.’ He did the calculation and found the number of coins to be correct. + +’This is good for someone like me,’ Max mused as he came out of the Battle Cube, went straight to his house, and began training his skills in the Dimension of Time. + +--- + +As Max quietly trained, a storm swept through the entire Battle Realm, carrying a single name that echoed in every corner: Max Morgan. + +The tales of his battles, his unprecedented 51-win streak, spread like wildfire across the Battle Realm. Whispers turned into roars as word of his incredible feat reached the ears of countless warriors and spectators. + +A level 6 hunter defeating level 10 opponents with such ease and consistency wasn’t just impressive—it was unheard of. + +It didn’t take long for his name to break beyond the confines of the Battle Realm. Soon, the entire East Region was buzzing with talk of Max Morgan. + +"A genius has risen," some said in awe. + +"That’s a true genius who could fight above levels." Another said in admiration. + +It wasn’t just the streak that caught their attention. Max’s ability to dominate opponents far above his level defied conventional wisdom, making him the center of admiration, jealousy, and intrigue. + +For many, his rise wasn’t just shocking—it was a phenomenon, one that the East Region hadn’t seen in years. + +*** + +Phoenix Order Guild, Arcane Order Office Chamber. + +A lady with dark black hair could be seen sitting cross-legged in a wooden, ancient-style room. Clear streams of purple energy released as she breathed in and out for a few seconds until she suddenly snapped her eyes open. + +’I wonder how that kid is performing,’ Sophia thought, wanting to check if Max had made any progress in the Battle Realm. + +But just at that moment, her holowatch began to beep with various notification sounds. + +Frowning, she wondered what had caused so many notifications to arrive. She checked, and what she saw blew her mind. + +"No way!" She stood up, jumping in shock. + +Quickly, she tapped her holowatch a few times, accessing the extranet. Holograms of discussions about Max Morgan and his unbeatable, undefeatable 51-win streak could be seen in every article she opened. + +"This kid…" She smiled wryly, massaging her forehead. "I expected him to rise as a genius in the Battle Realm to keep the four families in check, but he went above and beyond and did the impossible." + +Her expression turned serious as she pondered the situation. "Such a monstrous rise will definitely draw unwanted attention, and I heard the Blades are after him… I better take this matter to Aurelia." She muttered, leaving the training hall. + +--- + +Lionheart Guild, Hall of Lions. + +A middle-aged man with golden hair down to his neck and a well-built body stared down at Nash and Erica. His expression held a hint of intrigue and shock. + +"You mean to say the ’Max Morgan’—the genius of the day—is the one who somehow controlled the Lantern of Purple Death, and now it’s in his possession?" he asked, his voice thundering. His face bore a scar between his eyes, resembling a claw mark, and appeared quite hideous. + +In front of him was a round table with 20 chairs. Currently, only 10 were filled with people, with two young men in black suits and a woman with chestnut brown hair standing at the side of the table. + +"Yes, Master," Nash said, his tone respectful. + +The middle-aged man with golden hair pondered for a moment before speaking to Nash and Erica. "You two find my son and try to contact this Max Morgan in the Battle Realm. Such a monstrous genius would be wasted in the hands of the Phoenix Order Guild." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-720.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-720.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1b15b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-720.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 714: Delight Craven Restaurant" +slug: "ch-720" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 720 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1125 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max continued reading, a look of intrigue crossed his face. One particular notification stood out—a summoning for all 2-star geniuses to gather at the Lecture Hall. An elder would personally guide them on elemental comprehension, answering their questions and offering direction based on their elemental affinities. + +"They guide geniuses on their chosen elements too?" Max muttered, impressed. This system of education and support was far more advanced than he had anticipated. It was no wonder the Great Ruler Empire remained one of the strongest factions in the Middle Domain. + +However, his expression shifted slightly as he kept reading. "I missed seven of these classes already..." he muttered, counting the dates. Each class was one per day—and he had been in isolation training for exactly seven days straight. + +While he didn’t regret the progress he had made, especially with the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art and the Storm King’s Inheritance, he now realized he had unknowingly missed out on some crucial learning opportunities. + +Though he didn’t care much about the lecture. + +"It’s good that these classes aren’t mandatory," Max muttered under his breath, eyes still on the last notification. While the idea of guidance from an experienced elder sounded useful on the surface, it ultimately didn’t align with what he truly needed. + +He knew himself. The teachings here might help others advance their elemental understanding, but for someone like him—who had battled against the Storm King, who walked the line between elemental dominion and bloodline transcendence—they simply weren’t enough + +They couldn’t push him beyond his limits, couldn’t sharpen the razor’s edge he was walking. + +Max had always believed that real understanding came in the midst of chaos—on the battlefield, when everything was at stake or in silent comprehension. And for that, lectures and theories would never compare. + +With that thought, he shook his head lightly and put the holowatch to better use. He sent a quick message to Lyra, finally following up on the idea they had spoken about before. + +She replied almost instantly, her message short and clear—she wanted to meet. There were people she wanted him to meet, geniuses who operated under her faction’s banner. + +Max raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. Lyra didn’t seem the type to waste time with formalities, so this invitation must have weight behind it. "Delight Craven Restaurant..." he read the name aloud as he scrolled to the details she had sent. + +It sounded like a fancy place, maybe one where influential figures mingled behind casual atmospheres. He tapped on the address, and a map opened up on his holowatch. A glowing dot blinked just a few streets away. "It’s not far from here," Max noted. + +Slipping on his coat, he stepped out of his new 2-star sector house, locking it behind him. The wide, paved pathways of the Great Ruler Empire’s 2-star sector were filled with quiet prestige—well-dressed members moving about with focused expressions, each one likely a prodigy in their own right. + +But Max paid them no attention as he moved forward, his destination clear, his thoughts steady. Whatever this meeting was about, he was ready. + +The restaurant wasn’t located outside the Great Ruler Empire but within the heart of the Ruler City itself—a place that, at first glance, looked no different from any other modern metropolis. Wide, clean streets, sky-reaching towers, bustling pedestrian bridges, and glowing neon signage gave the illusion of a regular, high-end city built on wealth and culture. + +But those who belonged to the Great Ruler Empire knew better. Beneath the seemingly mundane facade were layers upon layers of hidden formations, protective arrays, and surveillance networks—all intricately interwoven into the architecture and managed by the core mechanisms of the Empire itself. + +Ruler City was a fortress and a sanctuary disguised as a city. And at its heart stood establishments like the Delight Craven Restaurant—exclusive, elite, and anything but ordinary. + +Max arrived at the location after a few minutes of following his holowatch’s navigation. What stood before him was a majestic nine-storey building, each floor with its own design theme and aura. + +The lower levels carried a cozy, golden-lit aesthetic, filled with soft music and elegant glass panels reflecting the glowing runes embedded in the walls. + +The middle levels were more extravagant, with ornamental balconies, spirit beast statues carved from obsidian, and streams of ethereal water running through transparent ceiling panels. + +The top three floors, however, were clearly restricted, veiled by thick layers of elemental mist that shimmered with shifting colors—proof of strong formations and powerful wards. They exuded an atmosphere of secrecy, strength, and privilege. + +The entrance itself was wide and welcoming, attended by smartly dressed receptionists who wore formal robes with glowing silver trim. Their polite smiles masked the fact that each of them was likely a genius in the upper Champion Rank at minimum. Max didn’t hesitate and entering the restaurant. + +The moment Max stepped through the shimmering glass doors of the Delight Craven Restaurant, his eyes instinctively narrowed in surprise. He had expected a restaurant—an actual place with tables, waiters, and the scent of grilled spirit meat or brewing elixirs wafting through the air. + +Even the outer poster displayed images of extravagant dishes, rare fruits, and crystal-clear wine glasses—exactly what one would associate with a high-class dining spot. But what lay inside was far from anything Max had imagined. + +"It’s definitely not because I’m from the Lower Domain," he muttered to himself with a sigh, already realizing this place operated on a different level entirely. It wasn’t just a restaurant. It was a palace dressed as a dining hall, a social arena where elegance and power mingled under veiled smiles and priceless chandeliers. + +The vast reception hall opened up into a grand atrium illuminated by suspended crystals that shifted color with the time of day, emitting soft auras that changed the atmosphere. Sculptures of divine beasts carved from starlight ore stood proudly at the corners, and ethereal steps led to floating platforms instead of regular elevators. + +Each floor above was connected by what appeared to be skybridges, made of translucent energy, pulsing gently beneath the feet of those walking on them. He could even see some young men and women dressed in opulent robes sipping spirit tea as they glided up with the help of levitating platforms escorted by uniformed staff. + +It wasn’t just the opulence that startled him—it was how the place disguised its purpose. Yes, food was served. But the real function of the Delight Craven Restaurant, as he was beginning to understand, was to act as a meeting ground for powerful young elites, noble scions, and faction leaders. Business, deals, political arrangements, marriage talks, inheritances—everything happened here. The food was just the excuse. + +And now, Lyra had called him to the very top. The ninth floor. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-721.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-721.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5732ecc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-721.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 715: Flaunt" +slug: "ch-721" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 721 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +From what Max could sense, each floor was vastly more luxurious than the one before it. The lower floors had a warm golden ambiance and relaxing music meant to calm newcomers. The middle levels were extravagant, brimming with rare spiritual instruments and waiters who looked more like sword cultivators than staff.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +But the ninth floor—well, that was something else. From the base, he could already feel a refined pressure leaking from the top, subtle but real. Only those with strength, status, or terrifying potential could even dream of stepping foot there. + +Apparently, Lyra had not only reserved a room on the ninth floor, but had done so without hesitation. Max couldn’t help but smile slightly. + +"This woman really doesn’t play around." He straightened his back and made his way toward the glowing lift platform, ready to see what awaited him on the highest floor of the restaurant that was anything but just a restaurant. + +"Look at this country bumpkin. It looks like this is his first time in the Delight Craven Restaurant," a sneering voice echoed from one of the elegant lounges near the floating stairway platform, drawing a few amused glances from others seated nearby. + +Max, who had paused momentarily to take in the surreal grandeur of the interior, heard the words clearly. His senses were sharper than most, and he could easily pick out the mockery even if it was veiled. + +But these weren’t even veiled—they were sharp, deliberate, and echoing just enough to sting. + +"Looking at his strength, I wonder if he could even be allowed in the restaurant," another scoffed, his eyes lazily scanning Max’s figure. "Level 1 of Master Rank, and from the looks of it, he probably just broke through. In fact, he doesn’t even seem like a one-star genius." + +"Doesn’t he know only star-status geniuses are allowed here? The Delight Craven isn’t some roadside vendor from the Outer Domain," a girl with jade-colored earrings said with a sneer, flipping her hair like she was warding off a foul scent. + +"Forget about that," another chimed in, chuckling. "He probably doesn’t even have enough PQ to order a single spirit drink here. Maybe he just walked in because he heard the name and wanted to say he’d been here." + +The soft laughter that followed had a cruel rhythm to it—refined, polite, but venomous in its intention. They had clearly seen many like Max before. Low-ranked individuals who came in out of curiosity or blind confidence, only to realize they were far below the standard required to even sit at one of the tables here. + +Max heard the mocking voices loud and clear, but instead of responding with words, he smiled faintly—a calm, deliberate kind of smirk. Then, with a few casual taps on his holowatch, two holographic panels floated into existence before him, glowing faintly with flickering blue light. + +The first screen displayed his identification: Max — Master Rank, 2-Star Genius, Registered Member of the Great Ruler Empire. It hovered proudly beside the second holographic display, which shimmered with a distinct emblem and a rotating access seal: Authorization Key — 9th Floor Access: Valid. + +He didn’t bother hiding it. + +In fact, he made sure the glowing screens faced the direction of the group that had mocked him just moments earlier. Then he walked, not fast, not slow—just at a perfectly arrogant pace that let them all drink in what they were seeing. + +"What the hell?! A Master Rank member with 2-star genius status?" one of them shouted in disbelief, rising from his seat in a daze. "How’s that even possible? I thought only Champion Rank experts could get ranked that high!" + +"L-Look at the second screen!" another gasped. "He has the key to the ninth floor! Someone actually invited him there!" + +The girl with jade earrings had gone pale. "No way. That can’t be real. How could a nobody like him, someone we’ve never even heard of, be granted access to the top floor of the Delight Craven? I refuse to believe it..." + +Max didn’t spare them a second glance. He simply let the silence, the gasps, the disbelief speak for themselves as he walked through the inner arch of the restaurant, toward the central floating platform that would take him to the ninth floor. + +A futuristic scanner awaited him there—a floating, disc-like device rimmed in glowing symbols. It buzzed to life and moved up and down, scanning his body with lines of azure light from top to bottom. As it reached his holowatch, it chimed softly. + +"Identity Confirmed. Access Granted to Ninth Floor. Welcome, Max." + +The words echoed in the air in a smooth, mechanical voice, silencing everyone within earshot. + +Max stepped onto the levitating platform. His silhouette gradually vanished from their view as the platform ascended, the holographic key still floating in the air beside him, glowing like a slap across every stunned face watching from below. + +"Sometimes... it’s good to flaunt," Max muttered with a smirk, the words barely audible as he reached the pinnacle of the restaurant. + +A moment later, he stood before a tall, sleek door etched with elegant golden lines. He raised his wrist, letting the holographic key shine once more. The scanner on the door flickered, beeped twice, and let out a soft click, unlocking instantly. + +Max pushed it open and entered the private room Lyra had booked, the soft ambient lighting of the ninth floor bathing him in quiet luxury. + +The door slid shut behind him. + +Inside the room, Max was taken aback—not because it was lavish, but because it wasn’t what he’d expected at all. Rather than a typical restaurant setting with polished tables and velvet chairs, the room resembled more of a high-end training and strategy hall.\ + +Massive floor space stretched before him, divided into areas that served different functions. One side had sleek tables with holographic interfaces embedded in them, perfect for planning or analysis. + +Another corner had multiple sparring zones—complete with formation-inscribed floors clearly designed to withstand high-intensity duels. Plush couches lined the remaining side like lounges for warriors between battles. The walls were lined with trophies, flickering images of past duels, and floating holograms that displayed information about known champions. + +Seated on those couches were six individuals. Max only recognized one—Lyra Shade, dressed elegantly in a dark combat uniform with silver linings and a relaxed smile on her face. She rose as soon as she saw him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-722.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-722.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee7ca66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-722.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 716: Hundred Battles Regions" +slug: "ch-722" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 722 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1205 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Max, you’re here," she greeted warmly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of confidence. "Come, let me introduce you to some of the best geniuses under my faction." + +Without waiting, she gestured to the five others sitting around her. + +"These are my people—my core team." + +One by one, she introduced them. Each had a quiet intensity in their eyes, like seasoned warriors trained through countless battles. There was Arlen, a lean and sharp-eyed youth with silver gauntlets clasped around both hands. + +Beside him was Sana, a dark-haired young woman with crimson irises that flickered slightly with demonic energy—clearly from a bloodline. Next to her sat Varek, tall and muscular, with an enormous axe resting beside his seat. + +Then came Lena, elegant and composed, her aura laced with spatial ripples. Lastly was Kael, a brooding swordsman with a faint storm-like pressure radiating from him. + +Max noted their auras instantly—each one was overwhelming. Their strengths weren’t exaggerated. All of them stood at either the 4th or 5th level of Champion Rank + +Powerhouses. And from the way they looked at him, it was clear they were sizing him up—and not particularly impressed. + +"Everyone, this is the one I was talking about," Lyra added, smiling casually, her words carrying deliberate weight. "And again, I remind you—don’t judge him by his base strength." + +Max could see it clearly. The raised eyebrows. The polite but unconvincing nods. Their eyes said it all: ’He’s only at the 1st level of Master Rank? Really? This is the one?’ + +’I’m being underestimated again,’ Max thought with a sigh. His expression remained calm, but inwardly, a familiar flame stirred. + +He glanced at them, two females and three males. Every one of them radiated dominance, the kind that could crush most cultivators. And yet, here they were, looking at him as if he were a child trying to walk into a battlefield meant for warlords. + +"Princess Lyra, what is this all about?" Max didn’t waste time. His voice was calm but direct, his gaze unwavering as he looked straight at her, ignoring the subtle glares and curious expressions of the other geniuses seated in the room. + +He wasn’t here for polite chatter or posturing—he had his goals, and anything that didn’t align with them was noise. + +Lyra sighed softly, as though she had expected his reaction. She stood up and walked a few steps toward him, her expression serious now. "Actually, I wanted you to join their team," she said, gesturing slightly toward the five geniuses still seated. "I know you’re thinking of taking on missions to earn PQ—and you’re not wrong, that’s the right move at your stage. But believe me, 2-star missions are easier said than done." + +She paused, giving him a moment to take in her words before continuing, "Normally, only well-balanced groups of four to five members can complete 2-star missions. The enemies, the terrain, the chaos—everything is amplified. You may be strong, Max, but there are limits to how much one person can handle in those regions." + +Max raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. He hadn’t expected such a straightforward proposal from her, especially not one that would involve working in a group. His instinct was to walk the path alone. He had always found more clarity in solitude. + +"I believe there are still some missions that individuals can take, right?" he asked, his tone even but clearly not enthusiastic about group work. His gaze briefly drifted to the five geniuses, each of whom still looked vaguely unconvinced about his qualifications. + +Lyra nodded but didn’t smile. "There are indeed individual missions—things like collecting rare herbs in dangerous forests, scouting for unusual mana fluctuations, or gathering a hundred unique elemental crystals. But those missions, Max... they won’t give you much PQ. Not nearly enough for what you’ll need if you’re serious about advancing your strength at the rate you’re aiming for." + +She stepped closer, voice lowering slightly, and her expression turning solemn. "More importantly, most of the real 2-star and 3-star missions—missions that can actually grant you the PQ you need—are located in the Hundred Battle Regions. And Max, heading into those regions alone... that’s suicide. Even Champion Rank experts at the peak level form teams to survive there." + +"Hundred Battle Regions?" Max frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is this place?" + +The five other geniuses in the hall didn’t hide their disdain. A couple of them scoffed quietly. One leaned back on the couch with folded arms, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. + +Another girl whispered something to the one beside her, both of them chuckling, as if Max’s ignorance confirmed their assumptions—that he was nothing more than a clueless bumpkin who’d stumbled into the higher realms of the Middle Domain by mistake. + +Lyra’s expression darkened instantly. She turned her glare on them, her gaze sharp and cold enough to shut them up immediately. The mocking expressions vanished at once. Then, softening her gaze as she turned back to Max, she began to explain patiently. + +"Hundred Battle Regions are the most chaotic and dangerous zones among the thousand regions of the Middle Domain," she said, her voice calm but carrying weight. "And also the most sought-after by the geniuses from all corners of the continent. It doesn’t matter if they’re from the Four God Nation or the Seven Overlord Forces... they all go there, eventually. For missions. For battles. For breakthroughs. That place is where true geniuses forge themselves." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "Why? What’s so special about those regions?" + +Lyra nodded slightly, as if she had expected that question. "Because unlike the rest of the Middle Domain, the Hundred Battle Regions aren’t under the control of the Four God Nation or the Seven Overlord Forces. No true superpower governs them. Instead, they’re loosely influenced by scattered second-rate and third-rate factions, which means... freedom. Pure, brutal, lawless freedom. It’s a land of endless chaos, and also endless opportunities." + +She walked slowly toward one of the windows lining the massive hall and continued, "But that’s not even the real reason. The true draw lies in what lies hidden within those regions—rare treasures, ancient inheritance sites, conceptual caves that contain insights into the laws of nature, divine chances that can help you comprehend your concepts faster, and so much more. Things that simply do not exist in the structured, overly controlled parts of the Middle Domain." + +Max’s gaze flickered with interest now. His expression changed slightly, his earlier frown giving way to curiosity as Lyra added with a light smile, "Basically, the Hundred Battle Regions are where true prodigies roam free. That’s where the phrase ’hidden dragons and crouching tigers’ comes alive. Everyone goes there to temper themselves, to grow, to challenge monsters, dungeons, and each other. That’s where names are made... or erased forever." + +Then her smile vanished and her tone became firm again as she turned to address the whole room. "And since I’m recommending all of you to go there... I want the six of you to team up and set off together. It’s dangerous, yes, but the rewards are worth it. And if you go together, your chances of survival will be much higher." + +She glanced toward the five Champion Rank geniuses before locking eyes with Max, her meaning clear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-723.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-723.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..037152d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-723.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 717: Hunter Association" +slug: "ch-723" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 723 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1025 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After hearing Lyra speak so grandly about the Hundred Battle Regions, painting them as a chaotic land filled with hidden fortunes and deadly opportunities, and especially after the warnings she carefully laced between her explanations, Max finally let out a long breath and sighed. + +He knew she wasn’t exaggerating. A place where countless geniuses gathered, fought, and fell... it was bound to be dangerous beyond reason. But Max had always sought places like that—places where strength was the only currency, and progress could be made through sheer will and power. + +Still, he had his concerns. His gaze slowly drifted toward the five geniuses seated at the opposite side of the room—each of them radiating pride, confidence, and the kind of arrogance only the powerful could afford. + +"Alright," Max finally said, his voice calm but firm. "I’ll team up. But would they?" he added, glancing directly at the group with a faint, almost indifferent smile. + +Lyra caught the meaning in his eyes and smiled faintly in return, her arms crossing behind her back in a relaxed posture. "You don’t have to worry about them," she said confidently. + +Just as she opened her mouth to elaborate, one of the five geniuses, a young man with short silver hair and a sharp jawline, leaned forward from his seat. He wore a dark blue robe lined with lightning-shaped embroidery, and a thin, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. + +"What tasks does Leader Lyra have for us this time?" he asked, a faint mocking tone beneath the surface of his question. He was Arlen, known for being quick-witted and unpredictable, but also fiercely loyal to Lyra’s faction. + +Max caught a flicker of amusement in his eyes—he was intrigued, perhaps even excited, and certainly not hostile. + +Lyra turned her smile to Arlen now, acknowledging his willingness to cooperate with a satisfied nod. She had known Arlen would be the first to speak. He was always the one to break the silence and test the waters when things got tense. + +"There are basically two tasks I want you five—including Max—to complete during your time in the Hundred Battle Regions," she began, her tone now more formal and composed. + +At her words, even Max leaned forward slightly, his curiosity piqued. He hadn’t expected her to assign missions so soon, but it made sense. If they were to work together, they needed a shared goal. + +"What?" he asked, his voice firm but attentive, his eyes now locked on Lyra. He could feel the atmosphere in the room shift slightly—the five geniuses, who had previously been skeptical and dismissive, were now paying full attention. + +Lyra’s expression shifted the moment she began speaking. The warmth in her voice vanished, replaced by a deep, solemn gravity that immediately silenced the room. + +"There’s only one thing I want from you six," Lyra began, her voice calm but carrying weight. "And that is to increase your strength—no matter what. I don’t want you to aim for small victories. I want you to rise above the crowd of so-called geniuses that flood the Middle Domain every day. And to do that, I’m going to show you the way." + +She paused for a second, scanning their faces one by one. Then her next words came slowly and clearly: "Have you all heard of the Hunter Association?" + +Max nodded quietly, recalling the mention of the name in the old, weathered diary the Old Saintess had once entrusted to him. It had spoken briefly of an organization tied to the eradication of dark forces that roamed the world, one that operated outside the political powers and sectarian interests. It was a group shrouded in mystery but united in purpose. + +The other five geniuses nodded as well. Unlike Max, their faces darkened and then shifted subtly—one clenched his fist, another’s lips curved in a grim smirk, and the last two showed a hint of battle thirst. Clearly, the Hunter Association wasn’t just a name to them—it was something personal. + +Seeing this, Lyra gave a slight nod of approval. "Then you should also know this," she continued, her tone firm. "Our world has one enemy that no empire, no guild, no overlord force has been able to fully eradicate. An enemy so dangerous, even the strongest forces of the Middle Domain can’t fully eliminate them." Her violet eyes narrowed. "I’m talking about the Nulls." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the word Nulls. A strange silence buzzed in his mind, and his thoughts drifted involuntarily. + +’Speaking of Nulls... what is Mark doing right now?’ he wondered. ’He should be chasing after the second part of his soul in the Tower of Truth... but ever since that strange manipulation, guiding me like a puppet to carry out his schemes, he’s been quiet. Too quiet.’ + +Max frowned, a faint ripple of unease curling in his chest. Mark wasn’t the type to vanish without a purpose. If anything, his silence meant he was busy pulling threads elsewhere—shaping pieces on the board that Max hadn’t even seen yet. + +Just then, Lyra’s voice drew him back to the present. Her words sliced through the air like sharpened blades, cutting away the haze of his thoughts. + +"Nulls are dregs," she said flatly, her voice laced with disdain. "Never-ending demonic beasts—you can call them that. You kill one. It returns. You burn them, shred them, erase them from existence itself... and yet, somehow, they come back. From where? No one knows. Maybe from the void beyond our stars. Maybe from the gaps between dimensions. Maybe from inside the souls of humans. But they always come." + +She paced slowly now, her cloak brushing the polished floor of the luxurious ninth-floor hall. "And that’s why the Hunter Association was formed—countless years ago, by powers who saw what others didn’t. It is the only group in this world whose entire reason for existence is to combat the Nulls. It doesn’t care about forces or status, lineage or wealth. If you can kill Nulls—you’re in." + +Max saw the five Champion Rank geniuses straighten in their seats, their previous arrogance replaced with seriousness. Some of them had clearly dealt with Nulls before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-724.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-724.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..42d7af8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-724.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 718: Max’s Queries" +slug: "ch-724" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 724 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lyra’s eyes turned hard. "There is always a war being waged—out in the skies, beneath the ground, behind locked gates no one speaks of. A war between the Four God Nations and the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain... against the Ascendants. The so-called cursed beings believed to be behind the origin of the Nulls." + +The name Ascendants echoed in Max’s mind causing his expression to turn solemn as well. He hadn’t seen them since his last encounter with them. + +"But those battles are not yours to fight—not yet," Lyra continued, voice cool. "Those are the fights of Monarchs and Saints, of rulers and the truly ancient. Your job... is to support that war. To hunt and eradicate the Nulls from our lands. To burn away their nests, destroy their shadows, and keep the Middle Domain from crumbling into void." + +Then she turned and looked at the six of them—all of them—her gaze sharp and unwavering. "I only want two things from each of you." + +Her tone became like steel. "First, as a 2-star genius of the Great Ruler Empire, you are required to register with the Hunter Association. That is your right—and your first mission as a 2-star genius. This is the first task expected from someone with your title. You must stand on the frontlines of this eternal war and prove yourself." + +She let that sink in before continuing. "Second... you six must earn enough merit through missions and achievements to gain access to the Void Hall." + +Hearing Lyra utter the name Void Hall, a clear shift swept through the room like a gust of wind. The five Champion Rank geniuses, who had until now carried themselves with a mixture of arrogance and cautious curiosity, suddenly froze and exchanged uneasy glances. + +It was as if a forgotten memory had been stirred in each of them—a name whispered in the shadows of ancient records or rumored in the training grounds of their forces. + +"Leader Lyra..." Lena, the sharp-eyed genius, calm and composed one, broke the silence, her voice low and uncertain. "Isn’t that a bit too difficult?" Her frown deepened, and the others subtly nodded, mirroring her concern. + +But Lyra, standing tall like an unshakable pillar of will, simply shook her head. Her eyes held a quiet fire, one forged from years of responsibility and knowledge that they did not yet understand. + +"You five are not just any ordinary geniuses," she said, her voice calm but steely. "You were all chosen and cultivated under the banner of the Great Ruler Empire, trained for one singular goal—to get into the top ten of the Heaven Mandate Rankings Tournament seven years from now, after the next one." + +She let those words hang in the air, every syllable carrying weight. "This tournament will be unlike anything the Middle Domain has seen in centuries. Do not shy away from the paths that can prepare you for it. The Void Hall is not a mere challenge—it is an opportunity. One that most would kill for. So, you must not walk away from it, no matter how impossible it may seem now." + +The hesitation in the room gradually melted away as her words took root in their hearts. The five geniuses straightened, their eyes now filled with a faint but growing resolve. They nodded in unison, a show of solidarity and acceptance. + +"Leader Lyra, we will do our task. Don’t worry," they said together, their voices steady. + +Lyra gave a faint smile. "Good. These are the only things I want from you for now. The war against the Nulls will forge your battle strength and will. But the Void Hall... it can help you increase your true strength. You already know the kind of inheritance and strength that place holds. Many who entered it in the past came out with powers capable of shaking regions." + +Max stood quietly at the edge of the group, his expression unreadable. But deep inside, he was already carving the name into his bones. ’Void Hall.’ He repeated it like a vow in his mind. + +He didn’t need any more convincing. If that place could truly boost his strength... if it was the next step forward on his path, then he would go—no matter what stood in his way. And if it meant cutting down thousands of Nulls, so be it. He had already made peace with the path of blood long ago especially against Nulls. + +Lyra turned her full attention to Max now, her sharp gaze softening slightly. "What are your queries?" she asked, her voice steady and expectant. + +Max didn’t hesitate. "I want to go to a region filled with star energy," he said, his tone calm but firm. "Or a place where you can feel the star energy around you clearly. And also..." he paused slightly, "a place where lightning falls continuously—nonstop—for years." + +That made Lyra’s brow arch in curiosity. The room went silent again as all eyes shifted to Max. His request wasn’t something people heard every day. Star energy? Continuous lightning storms? Even among the vast and mysterious regions of the Middle Domain, such places weren’t common. + +"Why?" Lyra asked, tilting her head. "Why would you want to go to such unusual regions?" + +Max didn’t answer right away. He met her gaze directly, his voice low but resolute. "Because going there will greatly increase my strength." + +Lyra looked at him for a moment, studying him. She knew Max wasn’t the type to ask for help unless it was important. For him to reach out meant this was crucial, possibly linked to one of his inheritances. She closed her eyes for a second, recalling what she knew. + +"Star energy..." she muttered thoughtfully, then a small smile formed on her lips. "If it were anything else, I might’ve said it’s too difficult to locate. But not star energy." + +She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Have you ever heard of the Heavenly Star Profound Domain?" + +Max shook his head. Honestly he didn’t know anything that wasn’t mentioned in the diary Old Saintess had given him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-725.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-725.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8070db9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-725.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 719: Two Secrets Domains of the Middle Domains" +slug: "ch-725" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 725 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1289 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lyra seemed to have anticipated Max’s curiosity and explained with a calm but authoritative tone, "The Heavenly Star Profound Domain is one of the two secret domains in the entire Middle Domain. No one truly knows how these domains came into existence. Some believe they were created by ancient beings from the Primordial Chaos Era. Others say they’re remnants of a world that once existed above the stars. But what everyone does know... is that these two domains were made to nurture the most exceptional geniuses of the Middle Domain." + +She paused for a moment, letting the gravity of her words sink in. "They’re called the Heavenly Star Profound Domain and the Heavenly Lords Profound Domain. Both are unique. Both are dangerous. But the chances and inheritances they hold are beyond imagination. Still..." she narrowed her eyes slightly, "getting into either of these two domains will not be easy. In fact, for most people, it’s simply impossible." + +Max crossed his arms and raised a brow. "How hard can it be?" he asked. He didn’t say it arrogantly, but out of genuine curiosity. + +Lyra smiled faintly, as though she was waiting for that exact question. "Have you heard of the Abyssal Stairs? The one that connects the Lower Domain to the Middle Domain?" + +Max nodded slowly. "Yes. I’ve heard of it." He had indeed. Aria once told him about it during their way to the Middle Domain. She mentioned that the Abyssal Stairs were one of the three known ways to cross over into the Middle Domain, and by far the most difficult one. + +Lyra’s smile deepened. "Then you should know this—the entrance to the Heavenly Lords Profound Domain lies at the very peak of the Abyssal Stairs." + +Max’s eyes sharpened. + +Lyra added solemnly, "And to be blunt, your strength right now isn’t enough to climb even halfway. That place... it’s famously known as the battlefield of geniuses. A realm where only the strongest among the young generation dare to step. Not just anyone can reach the peak." + +She leaned forward slightly. "Only Legend Rank geniuses... or 3-star geniuses are qualified to step into the Abyssal Stairs and attempt to enter the Heavenly Lords Profound Domain. Anyone weaker would be chewed up and spat out by the laws that govern that place." + +Max leaned forward slightly, his tone more earnest than before. "What about the Heavenly Star Profound Domain?" + +For him, the Heavenly Lords Profound Domain wasn’t as important as the Heavenly Star Profound Domain. At least for the current him who didn’t have the strength to walk the Abyssal Stairs. And since that was the case, Max decided to pay his attention to something that was within his reach. + +Lyra glanced at him and gave a soft sigh, as if anticipating his question. "The Heavenly Star Profound Domain... it’s even more mysterious in some ways. The only known method to enter that domain is by possessing a Star Stone." + +She paused, her tone turning more solemn. "And Max... that stone is incredibly rare. Not just rare in the way treasures are rare—legendary. Every time a Star Stone is discovered in the Middle Domain, the number of those stones in circulation drops by one. No one has ever seen more than a handful in their lifetime." + +Max narrowed his eyes but didn’t look discouraged. "So... it all comes down to luck?" he asked. + +Lyra nodded. "Yes. Finding a Star Stone is entirely dependent on fate. You could spend decades searching and come up with nothing. Or... you could stumble across one by accident in the most unlikely place. All I can say is—keep your eyes open. They’ve appeared in ancient ruins, fallen from meteor showers, and even emerged in some inheritance grounds." + +"Star Stone..." Max repeated, nodding to himself. It was rare. It was hard to find. But it could be found in the Middle Domain. And that was enough for him. + +Because if it existed in this world, then he didn’t believe he wouldn’t encounter it. No matter how rare something was, fate had a strange way of bending around him. He would find it. Sooner or later. + +"As for the place filled with lightning..." Lyra’s voice brought him out of his thoughts, "you can head to the Berserk Lightning Region. That entire region is a natural lightning field. For some unknown reason, lightning falls there every single day. It never stops. The skies are always dark. Storm clouds cover the entire region and bolts of lightning rain down like spears from the heavens. It’s chaotic, unstable, and incredibly dangerous—but if you want lightning essence, that’s your best bet." + +"Berserk Lightning Region..." Max nodded, the name already imprinting itself into his memory. "Sounds like exactly the kind of place I need." + +Lyra smiled faintly. "Good. Then we’ve settled all the important matters." She clapped her hands lightly.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +As if waiting for her cue, the doors to the room opened and a line of beautifully dressed maids entered gracefully, carrying trays of exquisite dishes and beverages that shimmered with a faint glow. + +Rich fragrances filled the air in an instant—savory spices, sweet fruits, and exotic ingredients that Max couldn’t even name. The large room, filled with couches and tables, instantly transformed into a banquet hall fit for royals. + +"Now," Lyra said, her formal tone replaced with something far more relaxed, "let’s eat and drink. You’re in the Delight Craven Restaurant’s ninth floor after all. Might as well enjoy it." + +Max didn’t refuse. After all that talk of Nulls, inheritances, and dangerous lightning regions—this was the calm before the next storm. + +They sat together, gathered around the lavish spread of delicacies that shimmered with faint elemental glows—meats marinated in beast essences, fruits chilled with natural frost qi, and wine that sparkled faintly with star energy. + +The mood inside the ninth-floor room of the Delight Craven Restaurant slowly shifted from stiff unfamiliarity to relaxed engagement. Lyra, ever the tactician, made subtle efforts to bridge the gap between Max and the other five. + +She made light jokes, dropped small praises about Max’s abilities—just enough to pique the others’ interest without making it seem forced. And soon, the effect began to show. One by one, the five geniuses—Arlen, Lena, Varek, Sana, and Kael—began to direct their attention toward Max. + +At first, it was just polite curiosity: where he was from, what element he specialized in, how he had jumped from Lower Domain to 2-star status so fast. + +Max answered some of their questions simply, shrugged at a few others, his tone casual but never arrogant. He wasn’t trying to prove anything—just being himself. That, more than anything, caught their attention. + +As the meal went on, the conversation turned more fluid, more natural. Max, now genuinely interested, began asking his own questions. He wanted to know more about the Hunter Association’s internal structure, the kind of merit system it used, and whether it had records or lists of known Null-infested regions. + +He asked about the Heavenly Star Profound Domain too, in case any of them had heard of a Star Stone being discovered recently or had theories about where such stones might appear. + +To his surprise, the five were quick to respond. They didn’t treat him like an outsider anymore. + +Lyra watched all of this from her seat, sipping lightly from her jade glass of wine, a pleased expression forming on her lips. She had orchestrated the entire meeting with two objectives in mind—solidify her faction’s cohesion and make sure Max had allies before stepping into the chaos of the Hundred Battle Regions. + +And from the look of it... it was working better than she had hoped. The initial tension had dissolved. Now, there were genuine exchanges of ideas, mutual curiosity, even some light laughter. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-726.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-726.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27b82ba --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-726.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 720: Accepting Missions" +slug: "ch-726" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 726 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1274 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The next morning, Max stood before the towering Mission Hall of the Great Ruler Empire, his gaze fixed on the grand structure with a sense of quiet determination. + +The air buzzed with activity—geniuses came and went, some fresh from completing missions, others scanning through available tasks with sharp, calculating eyes. + +Max knew that in just a few hours, he and the others would be setting out for the Hundred Battle Regions, the most dangerous yet opportunity-filled land in the entire Middle Domain. + +But before that, he had something else to do. His goal had always been simple—gather as much PQ as possible and use it to stockpile mana stones. + +With those, he could rapidly strengthen himself without depending on anyone else. It was a method that suited him, low risk and high return, especially with the abilities of his black flames. + +"At least until I reach the peak of Master Rank," Max muttered, his voice low as he stepped into the Mission Hall. + +The interior of the hall was as impressive as its exterior. A wide chamber with a ceiling that seemed to stretch into the sky, it was lined with dozens of tall crystal pillars that emitted a soft bluish glow. + +Floating in mid-air were large holographic mission boards—each one displaying hundreds of missions in vivid detail. Colored lights and tags hovered over them, indicating mission types, regions, deadlines, and most importantly, the minimum star status required to accept them. + +Max’s eyes scanned the boards swiftly, his gaze flicking past escort and collection missions, past puzzles and delivery quests. What caught his attention were the beast hunting assignments + +There were many of them, and they came in all types—kill this species of beast and bring back its core, harvest that one’s hide, hunt down rare mutated variants and deliver specific body parts to the Great Ruler Empire’s research division. + +It was a lucrative category of missions and one that didn’t require him to work with others if he didn’t want to. + +Max quickly began accepting several of these, making sure they were located along the general route they would be taking toward the Hundred Battle Regions. + +With his strength and unique elemental combinations, beast-hunting was efficient, and the rewards were worth the effort. What’s more, the missions didn’t need to be completed immediately—so long as he delivered the required parts, even weeks later, PQ would be granted. + +That flexibility was what he needed. He made mental notes as he accepted each one, his holowatch pinging quietly with confirmation messages. The glow from the mission boards reflected in his eyes as he made his final selections. + +After collecting the missions that suited his path and goal, Max didn’t waste any more time. With his holowatch storing the details of each quest, he turned around and strode out of the Mission Hall, the doors sliding open automatically as he exited into the bright mid-morning light. + +The streets of the Ruler City bustled with activity, but Max paid them little mind. His destination was clear—the main entrance gate of the Great Ruler Empire, a place fortified with tall crystalline spires and guarded by elite members, where only high-ranking geniuses and important individuals passed through freely. + +It was also the place where he and the other five geniuses under Lyra’s faction had agreed to gather before they departed toward the legendary and dangerous Hundred Battle Regions. + +As Max arrived, he saw the others already waiting near the edge of the shimmering portal platform that connected to void travel routes. Lena noticed him first, and with a playful smile, she raised an eyebrow and said, "You’re late." + +Max smirked and lifted his hands slightly in mock surrender. "I tend to lose track of time when I’m focused. It happens often." + +"Heh," Arlen chuckled from beside one of the teleportation rings. With a quick tap on his holowatch, a sleek, dark-blue void shuttle materialized behind him, hovering silently with a soft hum. "No problem. We’ll ride in one shuttle together for now. In case of emergencies, we can split up and use our private ones." + +The group nodded in agreement, including Max. Just last night, Lyra had personally handed him a void shuttle—a sleek, high-performance one marked with her family’s crest. + +Max didn’t refuse the gift. He knew how essential personal void travel was for survival and exploration in the Middle Domain, especially in the ever-chaotic Hundred Battle Regions. It wasn’t a luxury here—it was a necessity. + +Without wasting further time, they all stepped onto the shuttle one by one. The entrance slid open with a soft hiss, and the interior welcomed them with cushioned seats, a central interface for navigation, and a broad window displaying the open sky. Max took a seat near the window as the last to board, and as soon as the hatch closed behind them, the shuttle pulsed with energy. + +"Let’s go," Arlen commanded, and with that, the void shuttle lifted smoothly into the air. In a blink, it surged forward and vanished into the sky, cutting through layers of cloud and sound barriers as it headed toward the unpredictable lands of the Hundred Battle Regions, where their true journey would begin. + +*** + +Inside the sleek void shuttle, the atmosphere was light and friendly despite the daunting destination ahead. + +As the craft soared through the skies at high speed, Arlen stood near the central interface and addressed everyone with a calm yet authoritative tone. "Since one can register at the Hunter Association to fight Nulls at any time, we’ll first head to the Berserk Lightning Region. Once we’re done there, we’ll move toward the Hunter Association and complete our registration." + +Max looked up from his seat and nodded gratefully. "Brother Arlen, thanks," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. He hadn’t expected the group to prioritize his request, especially when they had their own tasks to handle. + +Arlen waved him off casually, but before he could say anything, Varek—a bulky, broad-shouldered young man with a booming voice and a grin that made him seem like an older brother to everyone—clapped Max on the back with a laugh. "Hah! Brother Max, we shared a drink last night, didn’t we? There’s no thanks between buddies. From now on, you’re one of us." + +Lena, the calm and composed genius with sharp eyes and a disarming smile, nodded in agreement. "Yes. You’re under Leader Lyra’s team now, just like us. That means you’re one of us. And we always take care of each other. That’s how our faction works." + +Hearing their words, Max couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t used to this kind of camaraderie—not anymore. Deep down, he knew a day would come when he would outgrow them, when the path he walked would lead him far beyond their strength and their reach. + +But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t cherish the moments he had now. Max had learned over time that companions were rare in this world—true ones even rarer. And though he wasn’t the type to trust easily, he could still believe, if only because Lyra had chosen them as her core team... just like she had chosen him. + +With that warm thought, the group settled into casual conversation. They joked, shared stories of their past missions, and discussed the chaotic regions they’d soon face. + +The hours passed quickly inside the smooth, humming shuttle as they cut across the vast skies of the Middle Domain. The clouds outside darkened as they approached their destination, and faint sparks of lightning began dancing in the distant skies. + +Finally, Arlen stood again and looked out through the wide viewing window. "We’re here," he announced. "The Berserk Lightning Region." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-727.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-727.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5f14dec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-727.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 721: Meeting Others" +slug: "ch-727" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 727 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Outside the shuttle, the sky was a turbulent canvas of black and violet, streaked with bolts of lightning that struck the ground every few seconds. It was like a never-ending thunderstorm had taken root over the land itself. + +The terrain below was barren and scorched, rocks split and charred from years of constant lightning strikes. The atmosphere crackled with raw power, and the very air carried the scent of burnt metal and ozone. + +"I can’t take the void shuttle too deep into the region," Arlen explained, bringing the shuttle to a gradual stop as it hovered above a cliff that overlooked the stormy region. "The lightning here isn’t just natural—it interferes with spatial tools. We’ll have to walk from here." + +With that, the shuttle descended and gently landed on the edge of the barren plain. + +As the hatch opened and the harsh wind from the region swept into the shuttle, Max stepped out with the others. The sky above them rumbled like a living beast, and the land ahead was bathed in flashes of violet and crimson lightning. Max could feel the lightning energy in the air—it wasn’t just natural, it was wild and alive. + +He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as the storm howled above. + +He was here. The Berserk Lightning Region. + +"I want to collect lightning essence stones," Max said, his voice steady despite the rumbling thunder overhead. Sparks glimmered in his eyes as stray arcs of lightning snaked around his body, attracted to the natural affinity of his lightning concept. "Please gather as many as you can. I’m not expecting a huge number. Even one or two each would be good enough for today. We have time to keep coming back until I get what I need." + +He didn’t give them a specific number knowing lightning essence stones were quite rare. If each one of them fine just one or two in the entire day, it would be enough for the day and they had enough time to collect all lightning essence stones Max required. + +Arlen, his hair tousled by the electric wind, gave him a grin. "Let’s go ahead then."𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Without hesitation, he took the lead, marching toward the deeper parts of the region where the lightning strikes fell with blinding speed and monstrous force. Max and the others followed, weaving around arcs of energy and moving under the constant threat of violent storms. + +The further they went, the fiercer the storms became, each step carrying them closer to the edge of the deepest part of the Berserk Lightning Region—a realm where even the ground seemed to shimmer with contained lightning and the skies roared like an angry god. + +This was where the lightning essence stones were born. And it was precisely where Max intended to go. + +"Normally essence stones of any element is located at the deepest part of the elemental region." Arlen said as he led them. "And so, we can only go a little bit deep if we hope to find the lightning essence stones." + +Max and the others nodded as they followed him. Not long after they arrived at the part where the green grasses were gone replaced by black charred land. Clearly it was one of the areas where lightning hit continuously. + +The instant their boots touched the charred ground, a surge of electric charge tingled across their skin, raising goosebumps and filling the air with the acrid scent of burning ozone. + +Ahead of them stretched a vast, nightmarish wasteland beneath a sky that looked like a swirling vortex of storm clouds. Forks of lightning streaked across the heavens in flashes of violet, red, and even the occasional eerie black, each strike pounding the scorched earth like a celestial hammer. It was as if the entire region were alive, breathing and pulsing with electrical fury. + +They advanced carefully, pushing deeper into the tumultuous terrain. As they walked, they encountered lightning phenomena that defied logic: towering spires of stone that glowed with electric veins, floating spheres of condensed plasma drifting like ghostly lanterns, and rivers of liquid lightning snaking through the cracked ground, emitting a low hiss that made even the seasoned geniuses wary. + +At one point, a massive cyclone of violet lightning spun out of the sky, howling with wind strong enough to peel skin from bone. + +"Everyone follow me!" Max shouted, his senses sharpened to impossible heights by his Three Dimensional Body, noticed the precise moment when the cyclone’s core shifted direction and guided everyone away just seconds before the ground where they’d been standing erupted in a blast of stone and sparks. + +"That was close," Lena breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her brow despite the frigid winds whipping around them. + +Sparks of violet lightning still danced across the ground where they’d narrowly avoided another sudden burst of electric fury only moments before. Her words carried a mix of tension and relief, her sharp eyes scanning the roiling skies for the next strike. + +"This place is very unpredictable," said Sana quietly, her voice carrying an almost eerie calm. It was the first time the dark-haired woman had spoken since they’d entered the Berserk Lightning Region. Her tone was thoughtful, almost analytical, as her gaze lingered on the swirling vortexes of charged air high above. "Like lightning itself. Never the same path twice." + +Max exhaled, his brows furrowed, his expression tight. He’d expected danger, but even he hadn’t anticipated just how violently chaotic the region was. + +Even with his Three Dimensional Body and lightning concept, the sheer volatility here made every step feel like walking on the blade of a sword. One misstep and they’d be vaporized. + +"Let’s go," Arlen said firmly, breaking the moment of silence. His voice was steady, but even he moved with greater caution as he resumed leading the group deeper into the trembling, storm-lit terrain. + +They pushed forward, weaving around arcs of ground lightning and dodging sudden storms that appeared and vanished like mirages. The air hummed with an electric resonance so powerful it made their hair stand on end. + +Max was just beginning to settle into the rhythm of the region’s chaos when suddenly the ground beneath them trembled with an unfamiliar vibration. It wasn’t the natural rumble of thunder but something mechanical—steady and deep. + +They continued walking through avoiding any lightning filled areas they could. However not long after, they suddenly came to a halt. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as his Three Dimensional Body registered the disturbance. + +Just ahead, rising over the slope of a shattered ridge, appeared the sleek, glimmering silhouette of another void shuttle—much larger than the modest craft they had arrived in. Its hull was plated with blue and silver alloys, arcs of contained lightning running along its surface like veins. + +"That’s the Thunder Monarch Hall members," Arlen said, his tone suddenly sober as he caught sight of several young figures standing in a loose formation around the void shuttle. Their robes were midnight blue, embroidered with silver lightning motifs, and the insignia of the Thunder Monarch Hall glowed faintly on their chests. + +The group from the Thunder Monarch Hall noticed them almost immediately. One of their number, a tall young man with sharp features and eyes as cold as metal, stepped forward, his lips curling into a sneer. His voice cracked like a whip through the charged air. "What is the Great Ruler Empire doing here?!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-728.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-728.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..636a173 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-728.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 722: Blockade of Thunder Monarch Hall" +slug: "ch-728" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 728 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1198 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max felt the immediate spike of hostility. The young man glared at Arlen and the others with open disdain, as though their mere presence was an offense. His hair, streaked with faint blue lightning, seemed to spark slightly as his emotions flared. + +Arlen held his ground, his voice even but guarded. "Nothing. Just exploring the region," he replied coolly. + +"Exploring the region?" Gyser scoffed, his sneer deepening. He spread his arms theatrically as though addressing a crowd. "For your information, our young master is currently also exploring the deeper areas of the Berserk Lightning Region. And we—" he motioned to the group of Thunder Monarch disciples clustered behind him, "—are gatekeeping. So I’m afraid I can’t let you and your people go any further past this point." + +Max stood there, his eyes narrowed into slits as sparks of faint blue lightning crackled around his fingertips, his senses stretched taut like a bowstring. + +He didn’t miss the way Gyser’s eyes flicked briefly toward the barren plains behind them—the same direction Max intended to go—and his instincts whispered that his guess was correct: the Thunder Monarch Hall was likely here for the same reason as he was—to hunt for lightning essence stones. + +Such treasures, born in a place of endless storms, would be invaluable to anyone cultivating the lightning path, and Max knew well that in the Middle Domain, even "exploring" was rarely just exploration. + +Arlen took a single step forward, his jaw clenched, his own aura subtly surging in the charged atmosphere. His voice was cold as steel when he snapped at Gyser. + +"This isn’t your Thunder Monarch Hall where you can swagger around doing as you please." His words cut the air like a blade, and the sneer that twisted his lips spoke volumes about his opinion of their rivals. + +It was no secret that tension had been growing between the Great Ruler Empire and the Thunder Monarch Hall in recent years. Reports of bullying and harassment by Thunder Monarch members were becoming disturbingly common. + +Talented geniuses of the Great Ruler Empire who found themselves crossing paths with Thunder Monarch members often returned battered—or sometimes didn’t return at all. Arlen clearly hadn’t forgotten those grievances, nor was he willing to let them slide. + +Gyser’s smile turned sharp, his eyes glinting with a cruelty that didn’t quite reach his polite tone. "It is our young master’s orders not to let anyone else into the deepest part of the lightning region," he said, his words dripping with icy authority. "Anyone who tries... is to be killed on sight." + +A dark edge slid into his voice as he spoke the last words, the flash of ruthlessness in his eyes like a serpent striking from the shadows. + +Truthfully, Gyser had wanted to go straight for the kill the moment he realized they were facing members of the Great Ruler Empire. Old grudges and faction pride burned in his blood, and the thought of adding a few more trophies to Thunder Monarch Hall’s reputation thrilled him. + +But he also wasn’t a fool. Arlen’s team, despite being outnumbered, were all elite 4th and 5th-level Champion Rank geniuses, each one carrying strength and combat experience that could rival Thunder Monarch’s own top geniuses. + +Even Gyser had to admit the fight would not be an easy win, and he wasn’t ready to risk humiliating his Hall with a defeat. Not yet. + +Max’s gaze sharpened as he swept his Three Dimensional Body across the group from Thunder Monarch Hall, his senses mapping every flicker of their energy. + +He quickly noted that they were all clustered between the third, fourth, and fifth levels of Champion Rank—a formidable lineup, no doubt, but nothing he feared. + +What bothered him more was the uncertainty about his own team. He didn’t know how powerful the other members of Lyra’s faction truly were beyond their strength levels. Rank alone meant little in real combat if techniques and battle awareness were lacking. + +As Max calculated, weighing strengths and escape routes in his mind, a voice transmission buzzed into his ears, cutting through the hum of crackling lightning. + +"Everyone get ready to attack!" It was Arlen’s voice, steady but low, hidden from any eavesdroppers. + +Max’s lips curled into a faint, dangerous grin. He transmitted back in a calm, almost cheerful tone, "Should I go for the kill?" + +"Go for the kill!" Arlen’s answer came without hesitation, like the snap of a blade being drawn. + +"Noted," Max replied, and a devilish smile spread across his face, his black hair subtly rippling as tiny arcs of violet lightning played along his fingers. He was already planning how many he could annihilate in a single move. + +But just as tension reached its breaking point and battle seemed inevitable, Gyser abruptly held up a hand and stepped forward, his expression tight. "Alright, you guys can go ahead now," he said, though there was a faint edge of reluctance in his voice. "We won’t block your path." + +Max’s eyes narrowed instantly, suspicion flashing across his gaze. This sudden withdrawal made no sense. They’d just threatened to kill them moments ago, and now they were stepping aside? + +Arlen seemed to think the same as he glared at Gyser, voice edged with steel. "Why the sudden change of heart?" + +Seeing the skepticism written plainly on all their faces, Gyser gave a smooth, almost diplomatic smile, though his eyes were anything but warm. "A battle here would only injure members from both our forces," he said smoothly. "There’s no sense in creating casualties over this. Go ahead. We won’t interfere." + +Arlen continued to frown, clearly turning the situation over in his mind. Finally, after a moment’s silence, he inclined his head stiffly. "If you dare try to attack us from behind, I’ll kill every single one of you," he said, voice cold enough to chill steel. + +He shot a quick signal to Max and the others. With wary glances back at the Thunder Monarch Hall, they followed him, pressing deeper into the violent heart of the lightning region. + +Once Arlen’s team was out of sight, one of Gyser’s subordinates stepped closer, his brows knotted in deep worry. "Senior Gyser, why did you let them go? Young Master Omar will definitely not like this. He gave strict orders not to let anyone else into the inner region." + +But Gyser only smiled, a cruel glint shining in his eyes as lightning briefly illuminated the sinister lines of his face. "Hmph, don’t worry," he sneered. He tapped rapidly on his holowatch, a series of encrypted messages flashing across the transparent screen. "I’ve already informed Young Master Omar’s group. If things go as planned, the Great Ruler Empire’s team will walk right into them. And once they do, they’ll be at Young Master Omar’s mercy." + +He paused, folding his arms, satisfaction dripping from his voice. "The team Young Master Omar brought into the Berserk Lightning Region is countless times stronger than us. Once they clash, there’s no way those Great Ruler Empire pups will escape. Let them walk into their doom." + +Thunder rumbled high above as Gyser’s lips curled into a predator’s grin, lightning flickering in his eyes. For him, the real hunt was only just beginning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-729.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-729.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f71e8f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-729.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 723: Lightning wolves" +slug: "ch-729" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 729 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max’s team pressed deeper into the heart of the Berserk Lightning Region, the atmosphere grew ever more oppressive, like the sky itself was slowly lowering to crush them beneath its weight. + +The storm above roared with relentless fury, lashing the charred landscape in sheets of violet lightning and sending sparks sizzling over the blackened rocks. Even the very air seemed sharp, charged with so much static that each breath tasted metallic on the tongue. + +Yet despite the thunder rolling overhead, the group moved cautiously but steadily, weaving around jagged pillars of stone and rivers of crackling energy. Their pace was tense but determined, each of them silently aware that any step could bring them face-to-face with death in this merciless land. + +Then, all at once, Max froze in mid-step. His clothes bellowed as lightning flickered around him, his gaze growing distant and focused, as though looking at something none of the others could see. + +"Everyone, be ready," he said sharply, his voice cutting through the howling winds. "I see a pack of wolves coming toward us." + +Arlen and the others exchanged quick frowns, scanning the storm-lashed terrain with narrowed eyes. None of them could see anything. Not a shadow, not a shape, not even a flicker of movement through the sheets of rain and lightning. + +Even their senses came up empty, washed away by the chaotic electrical currents flooding the region. + +Lena tilted her head slightly. "Wolves? Are you sure, Max? I’m sensing nothing." + +Max didn’t even blink. "Trust me. They’re close." + +Though skeptical, the group didn’t dismiss him. Lyra’s repeated praises of Max’s unique abilities still echoed in their memories, and none of them wanted to risk being wrong in a place like this. Quietly, weapons were drawn as they prepared themselves. + +Only a moment later, Max’s warning proved its worth. A surge of lightning split the ground ahead, revealing a pack of creatures surging forth from the swirling haze—sleek, feral shapes with fur bristling like iron needles, eyes glowing electric blue, and bodies wreathed in arcs of pure lightning. + +"Lightning wolves!" Arlen shouted, his voice echoing against the rolling thunder. "They’re wolves birthed by the chaotic lightning in this region! Everyone, prepare for battle!" + +The wolves, numbering at least twenty, advanced like a living storm front, fangs bared and lightning crackling from their jaws. Each step they took scorched the earth beneath them, leaving glowing paw prints of molten rock. + +The beasts snarled and snapped, arcs of power leaping between their bodies, creating a terrifying web of lethal energy. + +But thanks to Max’s warning, Arlen’s team wasn’t caught off guard. They were already in fighting stances, a semicircle formed instinctively around Max, weapons gleaming under the strobing lights of the tempest. Mana surged around them, blazing into shields and swirling into deadly strikes. + +"Die!" Arlen roared, his voice thundering as fiercely as the lightning that tore through the clouds above. His body surged forward, wrapped in a violent halo of blue light, and he drove his fist, clad in spiked gauntlets, straight into the ribcage of a snarling lightning wolf. + +There was a sickening crack of bone and a burst of electric sparks as the beast was hurled backward like a rag doll, skidding across the scorched ground in a streak of blazing arcs before it lay still, its fur sizzling as the last flickers of lightning died from its eyes. + +Kael, who had been the quietest of them all until this moment, moved next with eerie calm, his movements almost silent even as chaos erupted around him. In one smooth, lethal motion, he unsheathed his sword and swung it in a wide horizontal arc, the blade flashing like a silver comet under the storm’s flickering glow. + +Three lightning wolves lunged at him simultaneously, fangs bared and lightning crackling across their bodies, but before they could even touch him, their heads flew from their shoulders, cleanly severed, arcs of blue lightning spurting like blood from the wounds as their bodies crumpled to the ground. + +Nearby, Lena stood poised with an almost serene expression, her eyes shining like twin sapphires. She lifted her arms, and slender streams of water materialized in the air around her, forming shimmering blades that swirled and danced like ribbons. + +With a flick of her wrists, the water blades shot forward, slicing through the lightning wolves with frightening precision. Each wave of her hand cleaved flesh and bone effortlessly, as though the creatures were made of soft tofu, their bodies collapsing as sizzling chunks, steam rising where water met lightning. + +Sana, whose dark hair whipped around her like a storm-tossed banner, grinned with savage delight as she leapt into the fray. A blood-red scythe materialized in her grip. She spun like a cyclone, her movements fluid yet terrifyingly precise. + +With each swipe of her scythe, wolves were cleaved in half, their screeches drowned out by the howling wind and the crackle of severed lightning arcs. Sparks sprayed from every contact, painting the battlefield in a dance of crimson and electric blue. + +Finally, Varek, towering over the rest with his massive frame, let out a booming shout as he hoisted his colossal axe high above his head. + +With an earth-shaking roar, he brought the axe crashing down. The blade split the ground in a shower of stone and sparks, obliterating the last cluster of lightning wolves in a single, devastating blow. The beasts didn’t even have time to whimper before they were reduced to smoldering remains, their bodies split and seared by both steel and thunderous force. + +And throughout all of this carnage, Max remained perfectly still, watching with intense, calculating eyes. His expression was unreadable, but his gaze flickered from one of his companions to the next. He had purposefully held back his own power. + +In a world where trust was earned with blood and survival, he needed to know the true measure of those he would be forced to rely on. Their strength, their elemental affinities, their style of combat—all were pieces of a puzzle until now. + +’Another?’ Just at that moment, Max sensed another wolf but bigger in size. + +A sudden, fierce howl ripped through the stormy air, echoing like a primal war cry across the charred plains. + +"AWOOOO!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-73.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-73.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31daa95 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-73.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 73: Entering the Novice Rankings" +slug: "ch-73" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 73 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1255 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Thorne Family, Hall of Elders. + +A middle-aged man with a big beard and large belly smiled heartily as he looked at the holograms depicting Max’s recent deeds in the Battle Realm. + +"Hahahah, I’ve always known this kid would be as strong as his sister. That’s why…" He laughed wildly before suddenly stopping. "But he’s somewhat of a monster." He chuckled. "I wonder if this is his way of showing us he has what it takes to be one of our allies." He muttered thoughtfully. + +Discover stories with empire + +--- + +Blade Family. + +In a cylindrical-shaped room, a man with silver hair stood looking out at the city through the window.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +"You know what to do," he said, his voice deep and resonant, like the sound of drums. + +A young man with silver hair nodded. "I know." + +With those words, the young man left the hall, his face displaying no emotion. + +--- + +Overnight, the news of a monstrous genius spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of the four super families and the five prestigious guilds. + +The revelation of a young man who could effortlessly defeat opponents several levels above his own sent shockwaves through their ranks. Names that carried weight in the East Region—like the Emerald Legion and the Knights of Valor—were immediately set on high alert. + +Scouts were dispatched in haste, tasked with gathering every shred of information about this rising prodigy, Max Morgan. His existence was no longer just a tale of the Battle Realm; it had become a potential power shift, and neither the guilds nor the families could afford to ignore it. + +For the Emerald Legion, the question was whether to recruit or eliminate this wild card. For the Knights of Valor, it was a challenge to their claim as guardians of the strongest hunters. + +Across all factions, a single thought echoed: + +Who is Max Morgan? + +The rise of Max Morgan had not only disrupted the Battle Realm but also shaken the foundation of power dynamics across the East Region. + +--- + +Somewhere high above a building in the Core Circle, a man with messy black hair and a handsome face, dressed casually, floated in the air. + +He observed the night city from his vantage point, and a smile appeared on his face. + +"This is the node point leading to the Middle Domain…" he muttered, checking the area before turning around. "Plant the Seed of Doom here." + +A lady with bright red hair and ruby-red eyes nodded behind him before disappearing. + +"A wonderful place it is," the man with the messy black hair said, smiling. + +--- + +The next morning, Max was in his training room. + +’I have finally mastered the Magic Sword Bullets to level 100,’ he thought as he raised his hand forward. + +Blue lights began to shine atop his hand as they gathered and condensed together to form a small, glowing blue sword the size of his palm. It hovered quietly above his hand. + +’I wonder how strong this small sword is when compared to one Magic Bullet of Limitbreaker level,’ Max mused as his other hand also began to glow and formed a small, shining sphere the size of a bullet. + +He observed the energy emitting from both the sword and the bullet and noticed that the sword was emitting far more energy than the bullet. ’I also sensed that the sword took more mana to condense compared to the bullet,’ he thought, pondering. + +’It’s good. I’ll use whichever I want depending on the situation,’ Max decided and planned to level up all his new skills to level 100 first. + +He understood that achieving the Limitbreaker Realm would take some time, so he would be patient with it. He would go about reaching Limitbreaker after he had achieved level 100 in each of his new skills. + +"Alright, it’s Battle Realm then," Max muttered as he left for the Battle Hall. + +On the way, many members of the guild took notice of him. Some were pointing at him with hushed voices, while others were shocked to see him. Many looked at him with admiring faces. + +’What happened?’ Max wondered, seeing the reaction of everyone around him. ’Why do I feel like I’ve become a celebrity overnight?’ + +Ignoring the situation, he hurriedly made his way to the Battle Realm, where he saw Alice standing, looking for someone. When she noticed him, she immediately walked over to him, her face radiating joy. + +"Max, you really are too powerful! A 51-win streak isn’t an easy thing, but you’ve done it!" she said, her tone laced with admiration. + +Max nodded, smiling. "I want to fight the so-called number one in the Novice Rankings, so I did what I thought was best." + +He added, asking, "By the way, I have around 9000 coins. How many more do you think I will need to be in the rankings?" + +"How did you get so many coins?" Alice’s eyes widened in shock as she heard Max but then realization struck her. "No, don’t answer. I understand. It’s the bonus coins for defeating someone higher-ranked than you," she said in understanding, though her face still held awe for Max pulling this off. + +Only someone with such bonus coins and someone who never loses would have such a crazy number of coins after only 51 matches. + +One should know that whenever anyone lost a battle in the Battle Realm, they would lose 10% of their total coins, making it very difficult for the hunters all over the world to accumulate coins. + +But it was a different story for someone who never lost a battle. + +"You would automatically enter the top 20 in the Novice Rankings in the Battle Realm if your Battle Coins reach above 10,000," Alice said. + +"Oh," Max thought it was too easy to enter the top 20 and said, "I see, so I will be able to enter the top 20 then." + +Alice nodded and smiled. "I will also enter the top 20 in a month," she said proudly. + +"Oh, nice," Max said, smiling. + +Alice’s face suddenly became extremely serious as she said, "A warning from Big Sis Sophia: she asked me to tell you not to livestream your battles. Otherwise, they will be broadcasted to almost every channel in the Battle Realm." + +Max nodded in understanding. Truth be told, he wasn’t planning on livestreaming any of his battles—except one. + +He asked Alice, "How about just one battle? The battle against the number one in the Novice Rankings." + +Max didn’t just aim to defeat Killian Blade; he wanted to utterly humiliate both him and the entire Blade family through their battle. He knew he couldn’t kill him, so he planned to do the next best thing, which could only be achieved by going live with his battle against Killian Blade. + +"I think Big Sis would be happy to allow one such broadcast of your battle," Alice said, smiling in understanding. + +"Let’s head in then. I also want to accumulate some Battle Coins today," she added as she headed inside the battle hall. + +Max quickly followed her, avoiding the strange stares he was getting along the way. + +Upon arriving at the Battle Cube, Max attracted so much attention that almost everyone in the hall seemed to surround him. + +"It’s what you get for being too popular," Alice commented, seeing Max looking around at the crowd surrounding him. + +Seeing the situation, Max hurriedly went inside the Battle Cube. "I will see you inside." He said as he disappeared from there. + +"Hehe," Alice chuckled lightly as she also entered the Battle Realm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-730.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-730.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5100b7e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-730.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 724: Max taking Action" +slug: "ch-730" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 730 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The sound vibrated with raw power, reverberating through the bones of everyone present and momentarily silencing even the crackling thunder overhead. + +Out from a curtain of sizzling lightning and drifting ash stepped a beast far larger than any of the lightning wolves they’d faced so far. Its massive form seemed to glide forward, each step scorching the blackened ground beneath its paws.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +The creature was a monstrous wolf, towering as high as a small building, its entire body sheathed in thick, jagged scales that shimmered like polished obsidian. Bright purple lightning pulsed constantly through the cracks between those scales, casting eerie reflections over its glistening fangs and the vicious glow in its savage eyes. + +The electric arcs leaping off its body were thick as tree branches, striking the ground and splitting boulders into molten fragments. + +"King of the lightning wolf is here," Arlen said grimly, his voice low and tight with tension as he stared at the towering beast. His hands clenched tighter around his gauntlets, sparks crackling between his knuckles. + +Even without measuring its aura, he could feel the crushing force emanating from it—an overwhelming, predatory pressure that hung in the air like the scent of blood. + +He knew instantly that all the lightning wolves they had cut down moments ago—despite their ferocity—were mere pups in comparison to this monstrous king. + +Max’s eyes sharpened, his Three Dimensional Body flaring to life as he traced every flicker of lightning running through the beast’s scaled hide. + +’Its very strong. Should I interfere?’ His expression turned thoughtful, recognizing the power coiling within this creature. It was far beyond the average lightning beasts they’d faced until now. + +Arlen took a steadying breath, eyes never leaving the massive wolf. "Its strength has reached the 5th level of Champion Rank," he said gravely. "While the previous lightning wolves were only at the 3rd level. And listen carefully—here in the Berserk Lightning Region, with lightning flooding the air, its power could spike even higher... up to the 6th or even the 7th level of Champion Rank." + +His gaze swept over his teammates, determination burning behind his eyes. "Everyone, surround the king wolf. Don’t give it a moment to breathe, and definitely don’t let it gather lightning from the storm. If it manages to draw in the surrounding energy, we’ll be facing a creature whose power can rival someone two full levels higher than its base strength. We can’t allow that." + +But just as the others tensed, poised to lunge into the fray against the colossal lightning wolf, the storm-ravaged sky above them seemed to split open with a sound like the tearing of the heavens themselves. + +A blinding light spilled through the thunderclouds, golden and fierce, bathing the entire battlefield in its brilliant glow. Time seemed to hold its breath as, high above, a humongous sword forged entirely of golden radiance appeared in the sky. + +The sword was massive beyond measure, its length stretching hundreds of meters. + +Before Arlen, Lena, Varek, Sana, or Kael could so much as process what was happening, the colossal golden sword descended with unstoppable force, plunging from the heavens like divine judgment from a wrathful god. + +The instant it struck the king lightning wolf, there was no explosion or struggle—only a single, blinding flash, a silence so deep it swallowed the sound of thunder, and then the monstrous wolf’s body shattered into countless fragments of flickering light. + +The scales, the blazing eyes, even the arcs of purple lightning vanished, scattered into motes that dissolved into the storm around them as though the creature had never existed. + +For a heartbeat, none of them could move or speak, their weapons half-raised, breath frozen in their lungs, eyes wide as the lingering glow of the sword faded from the storm-churned sky. + +Into that awestruck silence, Max’s voice broke the stillness, cool and utterly calm, as if he’d merely swatted a fly instead of obliterating a creature of immense power. "It’s done," he said with a faint, satisfied smile curving his lips, his tone almost casual. + +One by one, the others slowly turned to stare at him, disbelief and shock blazing in their eyes. The realization dawned simultaneously on all of them: that sword—there could be no doubt—it had been Max’s doing. + +Only he had stood perfectly still while the rest of them had prepared to fight, and only he seemed entirely unfazed by what had just happened. It wasn’t merely the fact that he’d slain the lightning wolf—it was that he’d done it with a single strike, and so effortlessly that the monstrous beast hadn’t even had a chance to roar in defiance before its existence was snuffed out. + +A creature whose strength reached the 5th level of Champion Rank—possibly higher in this lightning-charged domain—had fallen in an instant before a man standing merely at the 1st level of Master Rank. + +Arlen was the first to find his voice, though it came out as a dry, wry laugh. "Leader Lyra was not exaggerating things," he said, shaking his head slowly, a mix of admiration and disbelief in his eyes. "When she spoke of your strength, we all thought she was biased... we thought she was simply blinded because she favored you." + +He glanced at the others, whose faces were equally stunned. "But now... I see she was absolutely right." + +A quiet, breathless silence stretched out among them as they continued to stare at Max, who only gave them that calm, faintly amused smile, his eyes glinting with hidden power. + +Max was a complete monster—and now they knew it beyond any shadow of doubt. + +"Let’s go ahead," Max said calmly, his voice carrying an unspoken authority that made the others fall silent, their weapons still faintly gleaming from the remnants of the last battle. + +Without waiting for any response, he stepped forward, pushing through the swirl of storm-lit mist as violet lightning flickered high above, illuminating the scorched earth in eerie pulses. + +This time, he took the lead without hesitation. From the moment he moved, there was a subtle shift in the group’s dynamic—as if the center of gravity itself had changed—and the others instinctively fell in line behind him, silent and watchful. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-731.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-731.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f44865f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-731.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 725: A Lake" +slug: "ch-731" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 731 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1098 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +For Max, though, leading them through this deadly labyrinth was almost effortless. His Three Dimensional Body was fully active, an unseen web of perception reaching out in every direction like invisible radar, painting a vivid map in his mind of every rock, every shifting storm cloud, every creature lurking behind jagged ridges of scorched stone or hidden beneath ash-choked foliage. + +His eyes seemed distant, yet they glimmered with constant calculation as he steered the group away from hidden threats long before they could materialize into danger. + +When his senses picked up monstrous auras—beasts whose power peaked at the very top of the Champion Rank or who radiated terrifying fluctuations in their cores—he simply veered their path without a word, guiding the team along alternate routes that might wind longer through the terrain but kept them safe from battles they couldn’t hope to win. + +The group’s journey stretched out like a silent odyssey, hours melting away as Max moved unerringly through the twisted pathways of the Berserk Lightning Region. + +Occasionally, smaller Champion Rank beasts would cross their path—some feline predator with pelts flickering like storm clouds, or serpents coiling from fissures in the earth spitting arcs of charged venom—but Max barely spared them a glance. + +If he deemed them weak enough, he allowed them to remain on their course, giving the other five behind him a chance to act. + +It was those five—Arlen, Lena, Varek, Sana, and Kael—who slaughtered those lesser creatures one by one, steel and elements flashing in coordinated bursts, yet even as they fought, their eyes kept flicking toward Max with growing awe and confusion. + +They followed him deeper into the region, through black forests alive with sizzling vines, across canyons where lightning waterfalls poured from the sky in endless torrents, through fields where the very ground pulsed with electric life, yet they encountered no catastrophe, no deadly ambushes, no colossal beasts bursting from the shadows. + +And the deeper they went, the more it dawned on them how extraordinary it was. They were all experienced fighters, seasoned warriors of the Champion Rank, yet not one of them could sense half of what Max seemed able to perceive. + +The terrain was a maze of lethal threats, but somehow, Max guided them like he was walking a familiar street in a quiet city. The five exchanged looks behind his back, their faces a mixture of disbelief and dawning respect. + +It wasn’t merely Max’s overwhelming power that shocked them—it was the sheer precision with which he read the land, avoided impossible fights, and allowed only battles they could handle. What he was doing should have been impossible for a single man. Yet he did it without strain, without boasting, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. + +And that realization left them stunned and silent, following him like shadows, unable to fully comprehend the depths of the monster who now led them forward into the storm. + +Not long after, as they trekked onward through the storm-wracked wilderness, the oppressive tangle of trees finally began to thin, giving way to a region marked by broad, sweeping hills that rolled like frozen ocean waves beneath the searing flashes of lightning in the sky. + +The ground here was cracked and blackened, scattered with jagged boulders that gleamed slickly under the constant rainfall, and the air buzzed with a sharper, almost metallic charge. + +It was a stark contrast to the dense forest they’d just navigated, and the open space felt almost like stepping into a vast amphitheater beneath the watchful eyes of the storm gods. + +But no sooner had they emerged into this new terrain than Max’s entire posture snapped taut. His Three Dimensional Body flared into hyper-awareness, sensing the faint pulse of concentrated lightning energy vibrating through the rocky ground ahead, like the beat of a hidden heart. + +"Lightning essence stone!" Max exclaimed suddenly, his voice carrying a sharp edge of urgency and wonder that immediately seized everyone’s attention. + +Even before the words had fully left his mouth, his figure blurred into motion, leaving a trail of flickering afterimages in the rain-drenched air as he streaked forward, his cloak snapping around him like a black flame. + +The other five stared in stunned silence for a heartbeat, then scrambled after him, their own auras flaring as they raced to catch up, boots pounding across the scorched earth. + +They trusted him now—utterly—and even if they hadn’t fully understood what he’d sensed, none of them dared question the monster who had just casually killed a lightning beast king and led them through a region of death without a scratch. + +A few minutes later, they crested one last ridge, and there it was before them: a small lake cradled in the hollow of a shallow basin, its surface rippling under the relentless fall of rain. The lake glowed faintly with inner light, as if the water itself was infused with electricity, casting brilliant reflections that shimmered like liquid glass. + +And scattered all around the lake’s banks and partially submerged in its shallows were countless small stones, each one flickering and pulsing with vivid purple lightning, like shards of solidified storms. They crackled softly, arcs of energy snapping between them, illuminating the rain like falling spears of amethyst light. + +"So many lightning essence stones!" Max breathed, genuine awe flashing across his face, his usual cool composure giving way to naked wonder for a moment. He had only sensed a single lightning essence stone at the edge of his Three Dimensional Body’s range—the one farthest from the lake—and he’d assumed it would be a solitary find, a rare treasure waiting in isolation. + +But to find an entire trove, gathered in such quantity that it lit up the entire basin like a violet constellation, shocked even him to the core. + +Behind him, the other five stood equally astounded, eyes wide as they gazed at the spectacle. For a moment, the violent world seemed to fade, leaving only the luminous lake and the promise of the power it contained, waiting to be claimed. + +Just as Max was about to stride forward toward the shimmering lake to pick up one of the many lightning essence stones, he suddenly felt a firm grip clamp down on his shoulder from behind, halting him mid-step. + +He blinked and turned his head sharply, frowning as he found Arlen standing close, his face unusually grim, rain streaking down his hair and sparks of residual lightning flashing across his gauntlets. + +"Huh? Arlen, what’s up?" Max asked, a flicker of confusion cutting through his anticipation as he gestured at the sparkling stones scattered around the lake. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-732.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-732.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..811bea1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-732.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 726: Young Master Omar" +slug: "ch-732" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 732 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1089 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But Arlen didn’t answer him with words, merely held his gaze for a long, silent moment, then reached into his storage ring and pulled out what appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary, slightly tarnished bronze coin. + +The simple object gleamed faintly under the constant flicker of lightning overhead, looking pitifully insignificant against the backdrop of such raw, elemental power. + +Without uttering a single syllable, Arlen turned and flicked his wrist, sending the coin whistling through the storm-lashed air. It flew in a fast, precise arc and struck one of the many lightning essence stones nestled near the lake’s edge, making a sharp, metallic clink that echoed like a gunshot across the basin. + +No sooner had the coin made contact than the heavens seemed to split open. + +CRACKLE! + +A monstrous bolt of purple lightning as thick as a tree trunk screamed down from the roiling clouds above, striking the exact spot where the coin had hit the stone. The impact was so violent that the entire ground quaked beneath their feet, throwing up shards of rock and sending a shockwave of searing wind and static electricity rushing outward. + +A flash of blinding violet light momentarily washed out the entire landscape, leaving afterimages burning across their vision like ghostly scars. + +Arlen, Lena, Sana, Varek, and Kael were all forced to stumble backward, raising arms or weapons instinctively to shield themselves as the force of the blast rippled outward, hissing steam rising from where droplets of rain evaporated in the heat. Sparks crackled across their skin, hair lifting from their scalps under the surge of static charge. + +But Max—caught closest to the blast—didn’t retreat. He stood rooted to the spot, cloak whipping violently around his frame, his pupils narrowing to slits as arcs of violet lightning licked the edges of his black dragon scales where remnants of his earlier Dragon Scales Transformation still lingered. + +His mouth fell slightly open, and an uncharacteristic tremor crept into his usually composed voice as he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, "Just by touching the lightning essence stones can cause lightning to strike... so terrifying." He swallowed hard, the realization sending a faint chill coursing down his spine as he glanced at his outstretched fingers, which had been only a single step away from reaching toward those stones moments earlier.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Max exhaled shakily, the weight of how close he’d just come to getting obliterated sinking in fully. He might have withstood such a strike thanks to his formidable defenses, but there was no denying the sheer, terrifying might contained in that single bolt of divine punishment from the sky. + +Arlen blinked as Max turned toward him with a thoughtful expression and asked, "Arlen, do you know how to take the stones without causing lightning to descend?" + +Arlen shook his head, looking a bit helpless. "I don’t know," he admitted honestly, scratching the back of his neck. "I just knew something would happen if you touched those stones because I went through the same thing with someone else before, back when we found flame essence stones." + +Max leaned in, curiosity lighting his features. "And how did you guys manage to collect the flame essence stones, then?" he pressed, eager for any clue. + +Arlen’s cheeks reddened slightly as he glanced away, voice dropping. "I don’t know either... I left after leading the team there. My job was only to guide them to the place where the flame essence stones were. I didn’t stay for how they actually harvested them." His words trailed off with a hint of embarrassment, shoulders slumping. + +Max let out a long sigh, his mind already spinning with ideas, trying to figure out how to gather those tempting lightning essence stones without summoning another deadly bolt from the sky. + +For a few moments, he stared at the stones, and then his lips curled into a faint smile as a clever thought struck him, eyes brightening as if he’d found the answer. + +But just as he was about to act on his plan, the color drained from his face, his body tensing as his Three Dimensional Body swept the surroundings and picked up several unfamiliar figures quietly closing in on them from all directions. + +"Who?!" Arlen shouted, his instincts flaring as he too sensed the encroaching presence, the air growing heavy with silent tension as they realized they were no longer alone. + +"Huh, so it’s the trashes from the Great Ruler Empire," sneered a cold, mocking voice, echoing suddenly through the clearing just as a group of people materialized out of nowhere and quickly surrounded Max, Arlen, and the others, cutting off any path of escape. + +There were ten of them in total, and leading them stood a young man with bright red hair that glowed like fire even under the shifting light of the lightning-filled sky, his eyes sharp with cruel amusement. + +"Arlen, you guys are trapped now," the red-haired young man, whose name was Omar, announced with a loud, wild laugh that rang with both excitement and malice. + +It turned out that Omar had been hunting for anyone from the Great Ruler Empire ever since he’d received word from Gyser, and the moment he found Max’s group, a smug, ruthless grin twisted across his face, as though he’d just stumbled upon a golden opportunity. + +Narrowing his eyes, he barked out a threat. "Hand over all your storage artifacts, and I’ll let you leave." His voice dripped with arrogance, making it clear he fully expected them to comply. + +Arlen, Lena, and the rest of their companions stiffened, their expressions growing grim—not merely because of Omar’s threats, but also because of the intimidating lineup standing behind him. + +Among Omar’s group, there was one expert who had reached the 7th level of Champion Rank, three others at the 6th level, and the remaining were all masters at the 4th and 5th levels of Champion Rank, each radiating a powerful aura that pressed down on the surroundings. + +Judging from their presence and the matching insignias on their clothes, it was obvious they were all 2-star geniuses hailing from Thunder Monarch Hall. + +As Omar’s eyes flickered past Max’s group toward the lake behind them, his lips curved into a greedy smile, his gaze locked on the countless glittering lightning essence stones scattered like stars around the lake’s edge. + +"You guys are my lucky charm," he said with a low, triumphant chuckle, his voice thick with greed. "To think there’d be so many lightning essence stones here... it was definitely the right decision to track you down." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-733.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-733.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49b652b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-733.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 727: Threat" +slug: "ch-733" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 733 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1014 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Omar, we found this place and the lake full of lightning essence stones first—it’s ours, so you should just go away," Arlen said, trying his best to keep his voice steady even though his fists were clenched tight at his sides, his face a mixture of frustration and desperation as he attempted to reason with the red-haired young man standing so arrogantly before them. + +But Omar merely threw back his head and let out a sharp, mocking laugh, his fiery hair almost seeming to spark in the dim light. "Yours?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "The moment I laid eyes on those lightning essence stones, they were already mine." His laughter rolled through the clearing, full of cruel pleasure, as though the idea of stealing from others gave him genuine delight. + +Arlen’s jaw tightened as he bit out, "Don’t be so unreasonable, Omar," his teeth gritted and voice trembling slightly with barely contained anger. + +Omar tilted his head, his expression turning sinister, his lips curling into a cold smile. "Unreasonable?" he sneered softly, a glint of deadly amusement flashing in his eyes. "You haven’t even seen me being unreasonable yet." His gaze shifted sharply to the three experts standing just behind him, all of them radiating the dangerous aura of 6th level Champion Rank experts. + +Omar’s voice dropped to an icy tone as he gave a merciless command. "Kill them all." The words fell like a blade through the tense silence. + +Max’s eyes, which had been calm moments before, turned as cold and sharp as shards of ice, his expression hardening instantly upon hearing Omar order their deaths so casually. + +It might have been one thing, he thought bitterly, if Omar had only demanded their storage rings—they could have negotiated, or found a way to escape—but to kill them all for no reason other than greed and arrogance ignited a searing fury deep in Max’s chest, his hands trembling slightly as he prepared himself for the coming fight. + +"Everyone, when I start talking to Omar, you all need to be ready to flee," Max instructed his companions through a voice transmission, his mental voice low and urgent, as he kept his eyes trained on Omar and the group of powerful experts now looming over them like predators. + +Arlen immediately shot back a worried response, unable to hide the strain in his mental tone. "What about you?" he demanded, his brows furrowed deeply as he glanced sideways at Max. + +Although he knew Max was stronger than the rest of them, the sheer number of enemies—especially with high-level Champion Rank experts on Omar’s side—made it nearly impossible for Arlen to imagine Max getting out of this alive if he stayed behind. + +But Max responded swiftly, his mental voice calm but filled with a sharp edge of urgency. "I have a way to escape from them," he assured, flicking a brief look toward Arlen before returning his focus to their enemies. "I’ve comprehended the space concept, so I can teleport all over the place. Don’t worry about me—they won’t be able to catch me." + +He spoke with such quiet confidence that for a moment, Arlen hesitated, caught between doubt and reluctant hope. + +Max continued quickly, wanting to give them no room for hesitation. "The moment I attack, you guys must run. Don’t even think about looking back. It would be best if you all leave the Berserk Lightning Region entirely and head straight for the closest White Town Region. Once you’re there, use the black cube to enter the Battle Realm—I’ll meet you inside. From there, we’ll regroup and make our way to the Hunter Association." + +As his mind raced, calculating every step, Max added one last thought, his mental voice lighter but still resolute. "Oh, and don’t worry about the lightning essence stones—I’ve got a way to get those too." His eyes glimmered for an instant with determination, as though even in this life-and-death moment, he refused to leave empty-handed. + +Arlen frowned for the briefest moment, the muscles in his jaw tightening as countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but then he took a deep breath and nodded firmly to Max, his eyes steady and resolute despite the tension swirling around them. "Take care, we’ll see you at the Battle Realm," he said, his voice low but laced with quiet determination, accepting that staying would only weigh Max down in the coming fight. + +Deep down, he knew they would be nothing but a hindrance against opponents so overwhelmingly powerful, and with a heavy heart, he chose the wiser path—to retreat and regroup rather than die uselessly here.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Everything they discussed had unfolded in the span of mere seconds, spoken silently through void transmission so swiftly and seamlessly that to Omar and his group, it simply appeared as if the people from the Great Ruler Empire were frozen in fear, staring mutely and trembling under the oppressive aura radiating from Thunder Monarch Hall’s geniuses. + +To Omar, it looked like a satisfying spectacle—his enemies too terrified even to speak. + +Just then, cutting through the charged silence like a blade, Max stepped forward, his expression cool and composed, shoulders squared as he met Omar’s gaze head-on. "You must be Young Master Omar," Max said smoothly, his voice carrying an even, respectful tone that held just the faintest trace of flattery. "I have long heard about your greatness." + +The sudden address seemed to catch Omar off guard for a fraction of a second. Up until that moment, Omar’s sharp eyes had been focused solely on Arlen and the others—the experts he considered worthy of his attention, all of whom were at the 5th level of Champion Rank. + +He had completely ignored Max, dismissing him as insignificant, since Max’s aura marked him merely at the 1st level of Master Rank—a realm Omar deemed far too weak to bother noticing. + +But now, as Max’s calm words cut through the tension, Omar’s eyes finally shifted, narrowing slightly as he turned his full attention toward the young man he had overlooked, curiosity and a flicker of irritation mingling in his crimson gaze. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-734.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-734.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dddf45d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-734.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 728: Max’s Move" +slug: "ch-734" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 734 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"A 1st level Master Rank dares to talk to me?" Omar spat, his voice laced with pure scorn as his red eyes burned with disdain, glaring down at Max as though he were nothing more than an insect daring to chirp in a storm. + +Max, however, showed not the slightest sign of fear. Instead, his lips curled into a faint sneer, and a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes as he gave a soft, mocking chuckle that quickly built into a peal of laughter echoing through the tense clearing. + +"Dares? Hahahaha!" he laughed, the sound brimming with a confident edge that made Omar’s frown deepen further. + +Omar’s face grew dark, his brows knitting together as an ugly scowl twisted his features. "What are you laughing at?" he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, simmering with anger that someone so beneath him dared to mock him. + +But Max only smiled, a cool, unfazed expression on his face, and slowly raised a single finger, pointing upward toward the sky above them. + +Intrigued despite themselves, almost everyone present—including Omar’s group of fierce experts—instinctively tilted their heads back to follow Max’s gesture, and in the next instant, gasps of shock and disbelief rippled through the air. + +Suspended high above, ten colossal golden swords hung in the sky, each one gleaming brilliantly under the stormy light, their edges shining like captured sunlight as they hovered with a terrifying aura of destruction. + +The swords were so massive that together they seemed to cover the entire lake, blotting out portions of the swirling storm clouds above, yet it was clear from the deadly way they pointed downward that their true targets were none other than Omar and his group. + +The moment realization struck, Omar’s eyes widened with a mix of fury and fear, his composure cracking as the oppressive aura of the attack pressed down upon him like a mountain. + +"How dare you attack me?!" he roared, his voice echoing with a note of panic that hadn’t been there before, the confidence he’d worn like armor now rattled by the sheer power emanating from above. + +Whipping around, Omar barked at the man standing closest to him—a formidable expert exuding the powerful presence of a 7th level Champion Rank. "Block the attack!" he ordered sharply, desperation bleeding into his voice. + +But even as chaos erupted among Omar’s group, Arlen and the others vanished like smoke in the wind, slipping away from the battlefield without hesitation. The silent understanding they’d shared with Max was clear in their actions: the moment Max gave his signal, they were to leave, no matter what. + +True to their word and determined not to become a burden, they seized the fleeting chance, fleeing at top speed while Omar’s focus remained locked on the golden swords poised to strike, leaving Max alone to face the enemies and execute his plan. + +"Young Master, don’t worry," Ben said firmly, though a faint crease marred his brow as he lifted his arm high into the air, gathering his energy with practiced ease. + +In an instant, a shimmering dome of brilliant light unfurled outward from his palm, expanding rapidly until it formed a massive shield that enclosed Omar and the entire group of Thunder Monarch Hall experts within its protective embrace. + +The barrier glowed with crackling energy, humming softly as it stood between them and the impending storm above. + +Meanwhile, Max’s eyes glinted as he watched the dome spring to life, the corners of his lips tugging into a subtle smile, as if everything was proceeding exactly as he’d intended. + +Without wasting another moment, he shifted his gaze away from Omar and his entourage, focusing instead on the real prize he had come for—the lightning essence stones that glittered all around the lake like scattered stars. + +Each stone shimmered faintly with delicate streaks of purple lightning dancing across its surface, pulsing with an electrifying aura that made the air around the pond hum with energy. + +Max’s heart pounded with excitement as he took in the dazzling sight, then he murmured under his breath, "Space Domain," his voice quiet but brimming with power. Instantly, an invisible wave of force erupted from his body, rippling outward in every direction like a silent tide. + +It swept across the entire expanse of the pond, enveloping every inch of space within its reach. Then, before anyone could even blink, all the lightning essence stones scattered around the water vanished as if they had never existed, pulled into Max’s spatial space in an instant.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +Almost instantly, a deep rumble rolled through the heavens, and the roiling storm clouds darkened further, their swirling masses growing more violent and agitated as though enraged by the theft. + +But at that precise moment, Max’s figure flickered and disappeared from sight entirely, leaving behind nothing but a faint shimmer in the air where he had stood. + +CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! + +The sky tore open as bolts of lightning began pouring down one after another, stabbing viciously into the earth with earsplitting booms, targeting the spots where the lightning essence stones had once lain. + +The furious storm seemed determined to punish whoever had dared steal its treasures. + +So relentless was the barrage that countless bolts, wild and untamed, slammed into the ground indiscriminately, and some even streaked toward Omar’s group, hammering the glowing shield Ben had summoned with savage, blinding strikes, forcing them to brace under the crackling onslaught as chaos erupted all around them. + +"Damn! Damn! DAMN!" Omar roared, his voice nearly hoarse with rage as he stood amid the chaos, eyes blazing like burning coals as bolts of lightning still crackled in the air around him, though less frequently now. + +He didn’t see exactly how Max had managed it—one instant the lightning essence stones had been there, gleaming like jewels around the lake, and the next they had vanished completely—but Omar wasn’t a fool. + +He knew that only by somehow taking away those precious stones could such a violent storm of descending lightning have been triggered, and this realization drove him into a frenzy. + +"How dare you take away those lightning essence stones?!" he bellowed into the empty air, his voice thick with wrath, as though he could somehow summon Max back just by sheer fury. + +His handsome face twisted into a mask of ruthless hatred, veins bulging at his temples as he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-735.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-735.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..41eedf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-735.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 729: Order to capture" +slug: "ch-735" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 735 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Not only had he utterly failed to crush the group from the Great Ruler Empire—the very people he’d planned to humiliate, rob and kill—but he’d also lost his chance to claim the lightning essence stones for himself, stones that could have earned him immense resources and prestige. + +Worse still, he and his men were now forced to endure the wrath of heaven itself, as the vengeful lightning continued to rain down upon the lake, striking the ground with punishing force and sending violent shockwaves rippling through the air. + +Time crawled by as the relentless storm gradually began to weaken, the bolts of lightning striking less often until, at last, the sky above the lake grew a touch calmer. + +When the lightning finally stopped, the dome-shaped shield that Ben had conjured earlier still hovered over Omar’s group, though its once-smooth surface was now marred with deep fractures, spiderweb-like cracks radiating in every direction, glowing faintly as residual sparks danced along them. + +Despite the shield having barely survived both Max’s golden sword assault and the savage lightning storm, Omar’s fury showed no signs of cooling. + +His eyes glinted darkly as he swept his gaze across his men, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Then he barked out his next orders in a voice sharp as a blade. "Blake, Astor, and Nick... Go and find that bastard! Capture him and bring him back here—I want to kill him with my own hands!"𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +His voice trembled slightly, not with fear but with a murderous thirst for vengeance. + +The three experts he called upon—Blake, Astor, and Nick, each of them powerful 6th level Champion Rank experts—immediately clasped their bowed. "Yes, Young Master," they chorused in unison, their expressions grave. + +Without wasting another second, the trio turned and vanished into the distance, streaking away like bolts of lightning themselves, intent on hunting down the man who had so thoroughly humiliated their Young Master and robbed them all of their prize. + +*** + +Max was currently perched high atop the thick branch of a towering tree, hidden amidst the canopy of dense green leaves that rustled softly around him, a gentle breeze brushing across his face as he focused intently on the objects in his hands. + +One by one, he pulled out glittering stones from his spatial storage, their faint purple lightning crackling and dancing along their translucent surfaces like miniature storms contained within solid crystal. + +"A total of a hundred and ten lightning essence stones!" he exclaimed quietly to himself, his eyes widening slightly as he finished counting the precious haul. + +Though the number surprised him a bit, considering how heavy the stones were and the powerful energy each one radiated, he wasn’t exactly shocked either; after all, he had expected a considerable yield given how the entire area surrounding the lake had practically been overflowing with these stones, littering the ground and glittering beneath the stormy skies like scattered stars. + +A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, and his chest swelled with satisfaction as he tucked the stones away carefully, feeling the weight of victory settle warmly in his bones. + +"Now I don’t need to worry about practicing the Storm King’s inheritance," Max muttered, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. It felt good—no, incredible—to know that he’d accomplished exactly what he’d come to the Berserk Lightning Region to do. + +The Berserk Lightning Region itself was notorious across the lands, one of the very few places that didn’t contain a Battle Realm black cube for easy travel because the constant, violent storms of lightning rendered such technology useless and too dangerous to install. + +Anyone wanting to reach the Berserk Lightning Region had only two options: either travel there by void shuttle—an expensive and risky method—or enter neighboring regions through the Battle Realm and make their way in on foot, braving the perilous terrain and lightning strikes along the way. + +Max and his team, determined to secure the lightning essence stones, had chosen the former, arriving in the region via void shuttle despite the cost, willing to gamble on the danger for the chance to reap such extraordinary rewards. + +"There is still one more task I have left to do," Max murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the soft rustle of leaves as he stood balanced on the sturdy branch, the distant glow of lightning flickering across the sky behind him. + +With a swift tap of his fingers against the sleek surface of his holowatch, a holographic screen flickered into existence before his eyes, casting a pale blue glow that illuminated his focused expression. + +On the translucent display appeared the image of a monstrous creature, its body sleek and segmented, legs crackling with arcs of purple lightning as it loomed menacingly, its ten sharp limbs splayed outward like the spokes of a deadly wheel. + +"Lightning Ten Legs Spider," Max muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined the creature’s detailed features displayed on the screen. + +This beast was no random curiosity—it was one of the missions he’d carefully chosen before setting out on this dangerous trip. Among the various objectives he’d lined up for himself in the Berserk Lightning Region, the one tied to this fearsome spider was particularly valuable: to acquire the ten eyes of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider. + +But before Max could even begin planning how to hunt the monster, he suddenly felt a ripple of warning pass through him as both his Three Dimensional Body and his Green Soul simultaneously detected the faint disturbance of three powerful presences stealthily closing in around him, like predators circling unseen. + +His eyes sharpened, and without hesitation, he swiftly stowed the glittering lightning essence stones into his spatial storage, his fingers moving with practiced speed. + +Drawing a deep breath, he then willed his Green Soul into action, cloaking his entire presence so thoroughly that even the faintest wisp of his aura was smothered, dissolving him into the surrounding environment as if he were part of the tree itself. + +Moments later, Blake, Astor, and Nick arrived at the spot beneath the tree where Max had been hidden only moments earlier, their expressions tense and eyes scanning the area with focused intensity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-736.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-736.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..682ff74 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-736.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 730: Blake, Astor and Nick" +slug: "ch-736" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 736 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1239 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"His aura disappeared just now," Blake muttered, frowning deeply as he turned in slow circles, frustration simmering in his voice.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 + +Astor let out a dismissive scoff, crossing his arms over his chest as he sneered, "What do you mean disappeared? He’s probably just hiding somewhere like a little kid." + +But Blake shot him a dark look, his eyes glinting coldly. "No, you don’t understand," he snapped, voice low and edged with irritation. "You should know my class lets me sense the aura of anyone I’ve ever seen. I can detect and track them from very, very far away. I followed his aura straight to this exact spot, but the second we arrived here... it vanished completely." + +His tone was filled with bewilderment and mounting unease as he stared into the shadows. The more he thought about it, the deeper the lines of confusion and frustration carved themselves into his face. + +It simply didn’t make sense to him—no ordinary technique should have been able to erase an aura so completely that not even his specialized tracking abilities could pick up a trace, leaving only silence and the faint hiss of distant lightning in the charged air. + +"Don’t worry. If his aura vanished here, then that means he’s hiding somewhere around this area," Nick said confidently, his eyes sweeping the dense forest around them, his voice edged with stubborn determination as he clenched his fists at his sides. "Let’s search the entire place. I don’t believe we can’t find him." + +His tone carried the brash certainty of a man who refused to accept the possibility of failure, and with that, the three of them fanned out, beginning a meticulous search of the entire area, their movements swift and purposeful as they combed through bushes, scaled nearby trees, and scanned every shadow and rustling leaf. + +Each step crackled faintly on twigs and undergrowth as they prowled through the forest, pausing now and then to confer in hushed tones, eyes glinting with a mix of irritation and predatory focus. + +Hidden high above in the same tree where he’d cloaked himself, Max watched their movements closely through the delicate senses of his Three Dimensional Body, a quiet, amused smile curving his lips as he listened in on every word of their frustrated conversation. + +The faint shimmer of holographic light from his holowatch had long since faded, leaving him utterly blended into the branches, not a wisp of his presence detectable to even the keenest tracking skills. + +"It’s good that the 7th level Champion Rank expert isn’t the one after me," Max mused silently to himself, his eyes still glinting as they followed the trio moving below like restless wolves sniffing for prey. + +Though he brimmed with confidence in his own power, Max was not arrogant enough to underestimate the difference in strength between himself and a someone at the 7th level of Champion Rank. + +Even if gave he his all, he knew that battling someone of that caliber would be pushing things dangerously close to the edge. Against the likes of Blake, Astor, and Nick, however, Max felt no such concern, secure in his ability to either evade them entirely or deal with them swiftly if forced into a fight. + +"Should I kill them?" Max pondered silently, his sharp eyes following the figures of Blake, Astor, and Nick as they continued prowling below, combing through bushes and glancing up into the trees, unaware of how close their quarry truly was. + +For a brief moment, a flicker of hesitation crossed his face, his brows drawn together as the weight of the decision pressed upon him like an invisible stone. These men were not just random experts—they were members of Thunder Monarch Hall, one of the seven overlord forces of the Middle Domain. + +If these three simply vanished after being dispatched specifically to hunt him down, it could create significant trouble not just for Max himself, but also for the Great Ruler Empire as a whole, potentially igniting conflicts or stirring unwanted suspicions that could ripple out into larger political consequences. + +Yet even as those thoughts churned through his mind, Max clenched his jaw, his expression hardening as memories of Omar’s ruthless commands flashed vividly in his head—the sneering voice that had ordered his men to kill them all without hesitation. + +"That Omar guy wanted to kill us all. He’s ruthless. He probably sent these three to capture me... or worse, to kill me outright," Max muttered under his breath, though so quietly that not even the rustling leaves could carry the sound away. + +As he weighed the potential repercussions against the stark reality of the threat he faced, his indecision dissolved like mist under the sun. His eyes grew colder, a steely light shining within them as he firmed his resolve. + +Even though Max was a man who cared deeply about the principles of cause and effect, believing firmly that actions often carried unseen consequences, he had learned one rule above all else in the harsh world he lived in: if someone wanted to kill him, he would not hesitate to kill them first. That was the motto that had kept him alive through countless trials. + +And so, while he understood perfectly well that killing these experts from Thunder Monarch Hall might bring a storm of problems crashing down on his head later, there wasn’t a single trace of fear or wavering in his heart as he finally made his decision. + +A cold determination settled over him like a cloak, his aura still hidden as he prepared to act, his gaze locked firmly on his unsuspecting targets moving through the forest below. + +"Blake, with you here, I think Young Master’s task to get the ten eyes of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider is probably going to take a long time," Nick remarked suddenly, breaking the tense silence as the three of them continued moving cautiously through the dense forest, their sharp eyes scanning every shadow and flicker of movement for any sign of Max. + +His voice was edged with mild frustration, a hint of resentment lingering beneath his words, as though the weight of their current mission was pressing heavily on his patience. + +Blake, however, only let out a low chuckle, a faint smile playing across his lips as he glanced sideways at Nick, the leaves overhead casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across his face. + +"Don’t worry about that. I’ve already sent the location of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider to Young Master," he replied confidently, giving a small nod of self-assurance. "If I’m not wrong, Ben should be helping Young Master kill that monster right this very moment." + +His words carried a touch of pride, as though he took personal satisfaction in how smoothly things were proceeding despite the unexpected distraction of hunting down Max. + +But even as Blake spoke, Astor suddenly let out a scoffing noise, his expression tightening as a dark scowl twisted his features. + +"I hate it," Astor muttered, his voice low and sharp with irritation, his fists clenched at his sides as he kicked at a fallen branch in annoyance. "Even though we’re 2-star geniuses, we still have to listen to every damn command of Young Master. I hate being ordered around like a servant. I hate having to follow his every whim." + +His words dripped with bitter resentment, his eyes blazing with a rebellious glint that spoke volumes about his barely contained dissatisfaction with his current position. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-737.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-737.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fdf333 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-737.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 731: Hunting" +slug: "ch-737" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 737 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1058 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Blake, however, stopped in his tracks and turned on Astor sharply, his eyes narrowing into a stern glare as his voice dropped into a lower, warning tone. "Astor, have you gone mad?" he demanded, his brows furrowed in deep concern. + +"This mission is extremely important to Young Master Omar." He took a deep breath before continuing, his voice firm but edged with urgency. "I’ve heard that Young Master Omar was born with a unique physique—a special constitution that allows him to absorb and accommodate the abilities of certain specific monsters. The whole reason for getting the ten eyes of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider is precisely for that purpose. Don’t even think of doing anything reckless that might cause Young Master Omar any dissatisfaction. If you anger him, it won’t just be you paying the price—it’ll drag the rest of us down with you." + +His words hung heavily in the humid air, each syllable laced with stark warning. Nick, who had been listening quietly from the side, gave a solemn nod, his expression grave as he glanced between his two companions. + +He, too, understood all too well the volatile nature of Young Master Omar’s temper—a temper that could turn deadly in an instant if he felt disrespected or betrayed. + +"I know," Astor muttered at last, his voice weighed down by a gloomy resignation, his eyes staring blankly at the forest floor as if he were trying to look straight through the tangled undergrowth beneath his feet. "I’ll just join a different division after this mission."𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +The words dripped with bitterness and frustration, as though he’d finally accepted that the constant subservience to Young Master Omar was suffocating him, yet he saw no other choice but to remain within the fold of Thunder Monarch Hall, simply shifting himself to a place where Omar’s shadow might not fall so heavily. + +Nick let out a soft snort, his expression twisting into a mask of grim determination as he swept his gaze around the forest once more. "Alright, let’s just find this bastard and hand him over to our Young Master," he said sharply, his tone edged with impatience as he gestured for the others to spread out further. + +The three of them resumed their meticulous search, their sharp eyes darting left and right as they moved cautiously through the dense foliage, every rustle of leaves and snap of a twig making them tense, ready for a fight. + +Meanwhile, hidden high above in the dense canopy, Max remained crouched perfectly still on the thick, rough bark of a tree branch, concealed by both his Green Soul’s invisibility and the natural cover of leaves swaying gently in the breeze. + +He had heard every word of their conversation as clearly as if they’d been whispering into his ear, and a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. + +’Am I lucky or what?’ he thought with an inner laugh that bubbled up in his chest. Just moments earlier, he’d been wondering how and where he was going to locate the elusive Lightning Ten Legs Spider, and now his enemies had practically dropped the information right into his lap without even realizing it. + +A wide, satisfied grin spread across his face, but he quickly sobered, his expression tightening as he focused his senses. Deciding to strike while fortune was smiling on him, Max allowed his figure to shimmer and fade into nothingness, teleporting silently away from his perch. + +He moved step by step through space itself, each teleportation carrying him closer to his chosen target: Astor. He was careful not to use conventional movement, knowing that any footfall or rustle of branches might alert Blake, whose assassin-class skills and heightened perception could easily detect the faintest disturbance. + +Instead, Max slipped through the fabric of space with precise, measured teleports, his presence as silent and intangible as a breath of wind, closing the distance inch by inch toward Astor, his mind already planning his next move as the forest around them seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. + +A moment later, Max emerged from the swirling currents of space, materializing soundlessly just a few steps behind Astor, his presence as silent and cold as the breath of midnight wind rustling through the leaves overhead. + +His eyes glinted with lethal focus as he raised his hand, concentrating his formidable soul power into a razor-sharp needle of golden light. + +’Soulpierce Ascension!’ Max intoned in his mind, and the golden, needle-shaped soul force shot forward with blinding speed, striking Astor squarely at the back of the head. + +In an instant, Astor’s eyes glazed over, his pupils dilating as his entire consciousness went blank, his body freezing mid-step as if someone had flipped a switch and snuffed out the light behind his eyes. + +Seizing that brief window, Max’s sword flashed with a blinding silver gleam, slicing through the air so swiftly that it barely made a sound. The blade connected with Astor’s neck in one clean stroke, and a spray of blood burst forth like a crimson fountain as Astor’s head flew clean off his shoulders, tumbling through the air before landing heavily on the forest floor. + +’Thud!’ echoed the sound as his headless body toppled sideways, hitting the ground with a lifeless, boneless sprawl, the leaves beneath him quickly darkening as blood pooled into the earth. + +At that precise moment, Blake and Nick—who had been searching a short distance away—whirled around, their faces taut and alarmed as they felt the overwhelming pressure of a sword concept surging behind them, a killing intent so sharp it made the air itself feel like knives pressing into their skin. + +But it was already far too late. Astor lay headless on the forest floor, his eyes staring blankly from where his severed head rested several paces away, a look of shock still frozen on his lifeless features. + +Both Blake and Nick stood rooted to the spot, their expressions slack with disbelief as they stared at their fallen companion, struggling to comprehend how one of Thunder Monarch Hall’s 2-star geniuses could have been slain so effortlessly and without warning. + +For several heartbeats, neither man moved, the only sound the distant rumble of thunder and the soft patter of blood dripping onto leaves. But slowly, they regained their composure, hardened instincts kicking in as they scanned the forest around them with eyes sharpened by years of combat. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-738.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-738.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..00ebb7e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-738.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 732: A good assassin" +slug: "ch-738" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 738 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1143 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Who? Who killed him?!" Nick barked, his voice tight and harsh as he pivoted on the balls of his feet, eyes darting from shadow to shadow, trying desperately to pierce the forest’s green veil for any trace of an attacker. His face darkened with a furious rage, jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. + +Meanwhile, Blake dropped into a crouch beside Astor’s lifeless body, fingers swiftly checking for any lingering pulse even though it was obvious the man was long gone. His brow furrowed as he inspected the clean cut at Astor’s neck and the faint traces of soul force still lingering in the air like a fading afterimage. + +"Be careful, Nick," Blake murmured grimly, rising back to his feet, his face a mask of grim calculation. "I think there’s another party in the Berserk Lightning Region besides us and those from the Great Ruler Empire." + +Just as Blake was still grappling with the shock of Astor’s sudden beheading and trying to piece together which mysterious force could harbor such deep enmity as to strike so decisively, he caught a flicker of movement at the edge of his vision—and then his eyes widened in sheer horror as he saw Nick suddenly swallowed whole by a swirling sphere of black flames that erupted around him like a living inferno. + +"NICK!" Blake shouted, his voice hoarse and raw with disbelief and terror, but it was already far, far too late to save his comrade.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +BOOM! + +The black sphere imploded inwardly with a thunderous crack, collapsing upon itself like a dying star. A shockwave of blistering heat rippled outward, and in the same instant, a grisly explosion of blood, flesh, and shattered bone sprayed across the trees and foliage, painting the forest in gruesome splashes of crimson as fragments of Nick’s body flew in every direction. + +Blake staggered back, his face draining of color as he stared blankly at the bloody mist that hung in the air for a fraction of a second before raining down upon the leaves. His eyes grew wide and bloodshot, veins bulging in his neck as an unhinged rage took hold of him, smashing through whatever icy calm he normally held as an assassin-class cultivator. + +"I will kill you, you bastard!" he roared, his voice ragged, trembling with grief and murderous fury, his gaze whipping around wildly, searching every shadow, every trembling leaf, desperate to catch even a glimpse of the attacker who had slaughtered his companions so mercilessly. + +But despite the raw, predatory force of his gaze, the forest around him seemed utterly empty, as if the killer had dissolved into thin air. Yet in that same breath, before he could even begin to move or summon his weapons, a black flaming claw suddenly burst straight through his stomach from behind, emerging out of his abdomen in a sizzling spray of blood and shredded entrails. + +Blake’s eyes went impossibly wide as he choked and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, his breath rasping as shock overtook the blazing rage that had consumed him only seconds earlier. + +"Who... are... you...?" he managed to gasp out, his voice a thin whisper as the strength drained from his limbs, his trembling fingers scrabbling weakly at the claw protruding from his torso. + +But that was the only question he could ask before the life faded from his eyes, leaving them dull and glassy. + +"Ashes of Insight," Max’s cool, unhurried voice muttered as he stepped forward, his figure materializing from the shadows as though he had always been part of the forest itself. + +The black flaming claw dissolved instantly, replaced by roaring purple flames that ignited across Blake’s body in the blink of an eye. There was no time for screams, no chance for even a final breath, as the flames devoured him completely, crackling hungrily as they turned flesh and bone to fine gray dust. + +Within moments, nothing remained of Blake except drifting ashes that spiraled gently through the air, carried away on the faint breeze that whispered through the blood-soaked trees of the Berserk Lightning Region. + +Max stood silently amid the blood-scented air of the forest, his figure motionless as the faint purple glow of his flames slowly faded around him. His eyes were shut tight, brows drawn into a concentrated furrow, as a flood of memories poured into his mind like a rushing river breaking through a dam. + +Each fragment of Blake’s life unfurled before him in vivid detail—scenes of a wailing infant cradled in trembling arms, a boy training relentlessly under the harsh tutelage of Thunder Monarch Hall masters, moments of secret pride as Blake honed his assassin arts to deadly perfection, missions carried out in shadows, blood and silence, and finally, the stunned terror and searing pain of his final moments as Max’s flaming claw tore through him. + +He stood there for several moments longer, rooted to the spot as he worked to digest the torrent of information now embedded deep within his own mind. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes, which gleamed with a sharp, crystalline clarity, as though the world itself had come into sharper focus. + +A faint smirk curved his lips, and a strange, almost amused light flickered in his gaze. "I never knew I was that good of an assassin myself," Max murmured under his breath, his voice carrying an edge of dark humor as he considered how easily he’d eliminated three powerful cultivators who had been sent to capture or kill him. + +Thanks to the memories harvested through the purple flames of Ashes of Insight, he now possessed every secret Blake had held—including the exact location of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider’s hidden cave, which lay deep within a twisting labyrinth of storm-ravaged tunnels beneath the Berserk Lightning Region. + +His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he considered his next steps. "Its strength is around the sixth level of Champion Rank, but since this is the lightning region, its power might be even higher," Max muttered, his voice low and focused as he prepared himself mentally for the looming battle. + +Without another word, his figure blurred and flashed out of sight, streaking through the dense forest in a series of precise teleportations as he sped toward the spider’s lair. + +Trees, rocks, and flashes of distant lightning whizzed past him in a dizzying rush as he traveled, the air crackling around him with residual static from the violent storms that forever churned above the Berserk Lightning Region. + +As he flew onward, a knot of urgency twisted in his chest, for although he was confident in his own abilities, he could only hope he wasn’t arriving too late. + +The thought of Omar—or worse, Omar’s subordinates—reaching the Lightning Ten Legs Spider first and securing the ten precious eyes gnawed at his mind, for such an outcome could spiral into complications he wasn’t ready to face. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-739.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-739.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca2a299 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-739.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 733: Stealing" +slug: "ch-739" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 739 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max arrived before the looming, jagged maw of the cave, its entrance framed by dark stone slick with moisture and faintly glowing veins of electric-blue minerals that pulsed like a heartbeat under the restless flicker of lightning outside. + +According to the vivid memories he’d stolen from Blake, this was precisely where the Lightning Ten Legs Spider had made its lair—a beast shrouded in both mystery and terror. + +But just as Max was about to advance further, his keen ears picked up distant echoes rolling out from deep within the tunnel. + +Boom! Bang! + +The sounds reverberated like thunder through the winding cavern walls, rattling loose dust and pebbles from the ceiling above. + +’Sounds of battle?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing as a flicker of urgency passed through his expression. Without wasting another second, he slipped into the cave’s shadows, his aura wrapped tightly in his Green Soul’s cloak, his movements silent as moonlight. + +He made sure not to disturb so much as a single pebble, choosing instead to teleport himself forward in careful, measured steps, vanishing and reappearing deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels, guided by the growing roar of combat echoing ahead. + +Before long, he emerged into a massive chamber hidden at the heart of the cave—a colossal underground vault lit by countless jagged stalactites shimmering with trapped lightning. + +At the center of the chaos, a monstrous creature reared up on ten spindly, segmented legs, each one crackling with arcs of savage purple lightning. Its body was a hideous armored mass, glistening black and veined with flickering light, and from its grotesque head glowered ten malevolent eyes, glowing like hellish stars. + +The Lightning Ten Legs Spider loosed a shrieking screech that reverberated through the cavern, arcs of lightning whipping outward from its mandibles as it lunged, aiming to impale and electrocute anyone foolish enough to be in range. + +But it wasn’t fighting alone. Arrayed in disciplined formation all around it were members of the Thunder Monarch Hall—the very experts Omar had brought into the Berserk Lightning Region. + +They moved, their bodies flashing in and out of sight as they launched coordinated attacks. Swords glowed with condensed lightning, spears stabbed forward trailing electric whips, and palm strikes burst with crackling energy, hammering the monstrous spider with relentless force. + +Yet the key force dominating the battle was Ben—a towering figure exuding the unmistakable aura of a 7th level Champion Rank expert. His presence blazed like a star, a swirling maelstrom of power that seemed to warp the very air around him. + +Each of his strikes fell like a thunderclap, shaking the cave walls as bolts of white-hot lightning surged forth from his fists, slamming into the spider’s chitinous armor with enough power to send sparks and fragments flying in all directions. + +"Keep the pressure up!" Ben roared, his voice echoing off the cavern walls like a drum of war as he charged forward, dodging a scything leg before blasting the creature in the face with a spear of condensed lightning. + +The spider shrieked and stumbled backward, several of its eyes now scorched and flickering dimly as they struggled to focus. The other experts pressed the advantage, coordinating seamlessly as they darted in and out, landing rapid strikes while evading the creature’s deadly limbs. + +Despite the spider’s formidable size and its searing aura of lightning energy, it was clear that the Thunder Monarch Hall experts, under Ben’s leadership, were systematically wearing it down, carving burns and gashes across its armored hide with grim efficiency. + +Hidden in the shadows above the battlefield, Max crouched on a narrow stone ledge, his eyes gleaming with cold calculation as he watched the brutal dance unfolding beneath him. Sparks flew like shooting stars across the cavern, the scent of scorched chitin thick in the air. + +He held his breath tightly as he weighed his options. A frown tugged at his lips. If he didn’t act soon, there was a very real chance the Thunder Monarch Hall would claim the Lightning Ten Legs Spider—and its precious ten eyes—before he could make his move. + +And if Omar got his hands on those eyes, the consequences would ripple far beyond this lightning-torn region. + +"I have to act fast," Max thought, his expression tightening into one of sharp focus, his eyes locked intently on the battlefield below as his heart thudded in his chest like a war drum. + +He knew there was only one person here who truly posed a threat to him—Ben, the 7th level Champion Rank powerhouse whose overwhelming aura pulsed like a living storm through the cavern. + +Max understood that if he got caught in a direct confrontation with Ben, things could spiral into chaos far beyond his control, and the chance to secure the ten eyes of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider would slip through his fingers. + +Down below, the battle had surged into its final, desperate crescendo. The massive spider reeled drunkenly on its six remaining legs, its grotesque body heaving with labored breaths as arcs of wild lightning sputtered across its shattered exoskeleton. + +Four of its legs lay severed on the blood-soaked stone floor, oozing streams of thick, green luminescent blood that hissed as it splattered across the scorched ground. + +The once-glowing light in its ten eyes had dimmed, flickering like dying stars. Ben struck forward again, his fists crackling with blinding white lightning as he roared and drove a final, devastating spear of energy directly into the spider’s central thorax. + +A violent explosion echoed through the cavern, sending shards of chitin flying in every direction as the spider let out a shrill, gargling shriek that cut off mid-cry. Its hulking form shuddered violently before collapsing with a thunderous crash that rattled the stone walls, limbs twitching spasmodically as the last of its life drained away. + +Seeing the beast’s death throes, Max’s eyes flashed with determination. ’Now.’ In the very instant the spider fell, Max’s figure vanished from his perch on the stone ledge, dissolving into thin air as he activated his teleportation. + +In a heartbeat, he materialized directly beside the fallen spider, his arrival masked by the burst of steam and falling debris from the creature’s dying convulsions. + +Moving faster than any eye could follow, his hand shot out, glowing faintly with spatial energy as he expertly extracted the spider’s ten gleaming eyes—each one like a perfect orb of purple lightning swirling behind translucent membranes. + +He stowed them away in his spatial space even as electric sparks danced around his fingers from residual energy still clinging to the monstrous creature’s corpse. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-74.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-74.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8aea4dd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-74.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 74: A Very Difficult Opponent" +slug: "ch-74" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 74 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max appeared in his cube as soon as he entered the Battle Realm. + +"It seems that because of my winning streak, I’ve become far too popular for my own good," he said, chuckling wryly and shaking his head as he stepped out of the Battle Cube. + +However, the moment he came out, he was immediately surrounded by hundreds of people. + +"Fight me, Max!" + +"No, fight me, and I’ll offer an extra 100 coins." + +"No! Fight me, and I’ll give you 200 coins." + +The crowd buzzed with excitement, each individual raising their offer, desperate for a chance to test their strength against the young prodigy. Max’s reputation had grown so fiercely that even losing to him was seen as an honor—a chance to learn and grow. + +Max smiled wryly, finding the situation amusing. He just didn’t know if all these people wanting to fight him had the strength to back it up or if they were simply interested in fighting him because of his newfound fame. + +He scanned the people in the crowd and chose one. "You," he said, pointing and sending an invitation to a young man with red hair. + +After inviting him for a battle, Max went inside his Battle Cube. + +"My luck is good today," the young man laughed mysteriously as he also entered his cube. + +--- + +Max appeared on the battlefield but soon realized this battlefield was very different from any other he had fought in. + +All around him, broken buildings and wreckage burned in red-hot flames. The trees, the structures, the ground… everything in the battlefield was engulfed in fiery, red-hot flames. + +"I guess this is your first time fighting in a battlefield other than the standard ones provided by the Battle Realm?" the young man with red hair asked, introducing himself. "By the way, I’m Locke Steer. You can call me Locke." + +Max heard Locke and turned to him. "You can change the settings of the battlefield? How?" + +Locke stared at Max for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You really are a newbie in the Battle Realm, but no worries. You see, in the Battle Realm, if you have coins, you can buy anything. And with enough, you can even change the settings of the battlefield," he explained. + +Max nodded, understanding. "So you did all this because you think you can defeat me in this fire-elemental battlefield?" he asked. + +Locke’s face twisted with madness as he smirked. "I don’t think… I know that I will, if we fight in this battlefield." + +As he spoke, the flames scattered across the battlefield seemed to spring to life. They flickered and swayed, almost as if they had a mind of their own. + +Their heat intensified, rolling off in waves as they whipped around chaotically, like dancers caught in a wild, untamed rhythm. + +"What’s going on?" Max frowned, observing the situation. + +Slowly, the flames began to transform. They twisted and reshaped themselves, hardening into solid forms.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Swords with jagged edges, spears sharp enough to pierce through steel, massive hammers radiating sheer power—one by one, countless weapons emerged from the inferno. + +The sheer number of these flaming weapons was staggering. No matter where Max turned, his gaze was met with hundreds of these blazing creations, surrounding him from all directions. + +It felt as if the flames themselves had transformed into an army, poised to strike at any moment. + +Locke threw his head back and laughed maniacally. "Hahaha! You’ve lost, Max! Admit it, you’ve lost!" His voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying a twisted mix of triumph and madness. + +He gestured dramatically to the weapons surrounding him, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained pride. "Behold my masterpiece, my absolute, precious creation! Do you see this power? I am unstoppable! You know, Max, I awakened a class called Flame Construct, but without flames, I’m nothing. I’m helpless, insignificant." + +Locke’s grin widened as he spread his arms, basking in the fiery chaos around them. "But here? Here, in a world consumed by flames, I am a god! The god of this battlefield! The ultimate arbiter of life and death! I hold dominion over everything—you, the flames, the very laws of existence!" + +"…" + +Max stared at Locke, his expression blank as his thoughts swirled between disbelief and exasperation. He couldn’t fathom how someone could be so unhinged over the mere perception of having the upper hand. + +For a moment, he simply stood there, watching Locke revel in his fiery theatrics, wondering what sort of chaos this lunatic would unleash if he actually managed to win. + +’Is this what happens when people get too drunk on their own power?’ Max mused, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. ’What a nightmare this guy must be on a good day.’ + +"What are you staring at?" Locke’s voice boomed with arrogance, his eyes gleaming with self-assured dominance. "If you truly want to win, then get on your knees and beg for mercy. Maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you walk away with a sliver of dignity. Otherwise," he sneered, pointing a flaming blade at Max, "that shiny reputation you’ve built overnight? It’ll come crashing down in seconds." + +Locke’s grin widened, his confidence radiating like the flames surrounding him. He clearly relished the moment, convinced of his inevitable victory. + +’Is this guy for real?’ Max thought, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. He couldn’t decide if his luck had taken a nosedive today or if he’d unknowingly walked under a cursed star to end up facing someone like Locke. + +’Guess I better finish this quickly before he starts spewing even more nonsense,’ Max mused, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he prepared to strike. + +He pointed his finger at Locke as if he were holding a gun. + +Experience tales at empire + +"Oh, it seems you haven’t lost confidence yet. Good, good, as expected from a genius like you," Locke said, smiling confidently as he watched Max take action. + +However, only a moment later, he regretted his hasty decision. + +A concentrated blue beam of light erupted from Max’s index finger, tearing through the air with a piercing hum. It struck Locke squarely in the head, obliterating it instantly. + +His body fell to the ground, and a moment later, it dissolved into red particles and disappeared into thin air. + +"What a strange fellow," Max muttered as he left the battlefield. + +--- + +Outside the cube, both Max and Locke appeared, but Locke acted as if he had lost his soul and silently wandered off into the distance. + +Max shook his head at the sight. He understood that being arrogant and conceited would only lead to self-harm. + +"Look, Max won again!" + +"Looks like his winning streak continues." + +"I don’t think so. Today, many from the top five guilds and four super families must have sent someone to test Max’s strength." + +The crowd, this time, felt no surprise at Max’s victory. They had become numb after what had happened the day before, but they still held hope that someone would come and defeat Max today. + +"Choose me, Max!" someone shouted from the crowd, eager for a chance to fight him. + +"No, choose me." + +"Heh, choose me over them. I’m better, and I’ll offer 100 coins if you fight me." + +Max smiled wryly and randomly chose a guy with yellow hair. "I challenge you." + +The yellow-haired man jumped in joy as Max selected him. + +A moment later, they both entered their respective cubes for the battle. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-740.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-740.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b0bbca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-740.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 734: Leaving the Lightning Berserk Region" +slug: "ch-740" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 740 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max barely paused, his gaze flicking sideways as Ben’s fierce, battle-hardened eyes locked onto him from across the cavern, he instantly sensing his presence like a predator detecting a ripple in the air. + +But before Ben could so much as blink, Max lifted his other hand and released a black flaming lotus, its petals swirling outward with eerie grace as it hovered in the air. The lotus emitted a deep, ominous hum, crackling with dark flames that pulsed with sinister energy, cloaking the cavern in shifting shadows. + +"STOP—!" Ben roared, surging forward like a lightning bolt, his aura erupting around him in a brilliant white blaze. But even as his powerful body blurred across the cavern, Max was already gone. With another silent flicker of spatial energy, Max vanished, slipping into the folds of space as if he’d never been there at all. + +The members of Thunder Monarch Hall stood frozen in stunned silence, their eyes wide and mouths agape as they tried to process what had just happened. The entire sequence—from Max’s appearance, the theft of the ten eyes, to his disappearing act—had unfolded in the span of mere breaths, so fast that none of them had even managed to raise a weapon. + +When they finally registered the loss, all that remained was the black flaming lotus, hovering serenely above the spider’s corpse. Its sinister flames danced and flickered, casting shifting shadows across the blood-slicked walls as a soft sizzling sound filled the silence. + +The lotus hung in the air like a mocking farewell, a dark emblem of the man who had struck from the shadows, stolen their prize, and slipped away without leaving a trace. + +Even Ben, breathing hard and eyes narrowed with rage and frustration, stood there glaring at the lotus, knowing that despite his speed and power, he’d been outmaneuvered. + +Max was gone, leaving only silence, fading embers, and the knowledge that the Thunder Monarch Hall had just been thoroughly—and humiliatingly—outplayed. + +And then... + +BOOM! + +The black flaming lotus hovering in the center of the cavern detonated with a deafening roar, a blast so violent it felt as if a bolt of pure lightning had struck the very heart of the cave. + +A pulse of black fire erupted outward in a savage wave, licking up the stone walls and vaporizing huge chunks of rock in an instant. The shockwave thundered through the chamber, splintering the stalactites overhead and sending them crashing down like jagged spears. + +The ground quaked underfoot, shuddering as deep fissures split open in the stone, while a torrential rain of shattered rock and clods of dirt cascaded from the ceiling. An avalanche of mud and stone thundered down, filling the cavern with a choking storm of dust and debris. + +"Young Master Omar, here!" Ben bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos as he surged forward, his body flaring with blinding white lightning. He thrust both hands outward, summoning a massive dome-shaped shield of condensed energy that glowed like a miniature sun. + +The barrier shimmered and crackled, expanding rapidly to envelop Omar and several of the stunned Thunder Monarch Hall members huddled close by, the shield deflecting the rain of falling boulders and the searing heat of lingering black flames. + +Explosions continued to rumble deeper within the tunnels, echoing like distant artillery fire as the entire structure of the cave began to groan and buckle, rock after rock crashing to the ground as the mountain threatened to collapse inward. + +--- + +By that time, Max was already far from the devastation, his figure flickering silently through the twisted trees and jagged rocks outside the cave as he raced across the treacherous terrain of the Berserk Lightning Region, his figure flashing with blue colored lightning. + +The cool, storm-scented wind whipped past his face as he paused on a ridge, glancing back over his shoulder just as a muffled, earth-shaking blast rolled out from the cave entrance behind him. + +A faint smile curved his lips as he listened to the distant roar of crumbling stone and shattering rock. The explosion hadn’t been meant to kill anyone—not really. He knew better than to think he could wipe out a 7th level Champion Rank like Ben, let alone the other Thunder Monarch Hall experts, with a single burst of flames. + +But what he could do was create chaos, and he’d done exactly that. The black flaming lotus had been a perfect diversion, a thunderous distraction that forced Ben and the others to focus entirely on survival, scrambling to shield themselves from falling stone and the threat of being buried alive. + +While they were preoccupied fighting for their lives amid the collapsing cavern, Max was already slipping away like a ghost, racing toward the edge of the Berserk Lightning Region with the ten precious eyes of the Lightning Ten Legs Spider safely tucked away in his spatial ring. + +His mind churned with plans for what lay ahead, lightning flashing across the stormy skies above as he vanished into the distance, leaving the chaos behind him and Omar’s forces scrambling amidst the ruin he’d left in his wake. + +*** + +Not long after, Max sped through the swirling storm clouds and crackling lightning bolts of the Berserk Lightning Region, his body a blur of motion as he passed by another group making their cautious way through the treacherous terrain—Gyser and his companions.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +Though he glimpsed them briefly out of the corner of his eye, Max didn’t slow or spare them a second glance; he had neither time nor reason to stop, his mind focused entirely on putting as much distance as possible between himself and the chaos he’d left behind in the collapsed cave. + +To Gyser and his group, it was little more than a sudden flicker—a streak of blue lightning whipping past at impossible speed, so fast that Gyser barely managed to catch the faint silhouette of a figure wrapped in electric glow before it vanished into the stormy distance. + +"Was that someone from the Great Ruler Empire?" Gyser murmured under his breath, frowning as he stared into the roiling clouds, eyes narrowed in deep thought. Whoever it was, they were moving at a speed that made it nearly impossible to track, leaving only the faint hum of spatial energy in the air and a trail of disturbed wind swirling in their wake. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-741.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-741.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4f9568f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-741.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 735: Reuniting with others" +slug: "ch-741" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 741 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Meanwhile, Max continued to slice through the sky, the howling winds tugging at his hair and robes as he finally reached the jagged edges of the Berserk Lightning Region, where the perpetual storms faded and calmer skies stretched out beyond. + +With practiced efficiency, he pulled out a sleek object from his spatial space—a slender device gleaming with runic lines that shimmered faintly in hues of silver and azure, the void shuttle gifted to him by Lyra. + +Max boarded swiftly, settling himself into the compact cockpit as the shuttle’s translucent canopy slid shut over him with a soft hiss. "It feels like I’m controlling a spaceship in a VR game," Max muttered to himself, a grin tugging at his lips as he placed his hands on the shuttle’s controls. + +Intrigued by the sheer responsiveness of the craft, he guided it with subtle movements, marveling as the shuttle obeyed his slightest thought, gliding seamlessly through the skies with incredible speed and smoothness. Clouds rushed past in streaks of white and gray, the sunlight breaking through in dazzling shafts as he crossed the distance toward his next destination. + +Not long after, the jagged mountains and raging storms of the Berserk Lightning Region gave way to a calmer landscape, and Max finally arrived before the sprawling border of the White Town Region, where gentle hills and neat towns lay bathed in clear light. With a final smooth maneuver, he brought the void shuttle to a halt and stepped out. + +With a thought, he triggered its compact mode, watching with quiet fascination as the entire shuttle shimmered and collapsed in on itself until it shrank down to the size of a slender finger. + +Max tucked it away with a satisfied nod, casting one last look over his shoulder toward the distant storms before striding forward into the White Town Region, his mind already racing with the next steps of his plan. + +"Black Cube should be at the capital city of the White Town Region," Max muttered under his breath, his fingers gliding swiftly over the smooth surface of his holowatch as a detailed, glowing map blossomed into view. + +His eyes flicked across the digital display, tracking the thin silver lines of roads and the flickering icons marking cities, before settling on the shining marker labeled White City—the seat of power for the entire region. + +The White Town Region, he noted with faint amusement, was in many ways like any other place in the Middle Domain in terms of size and layout, but it had one peculiarity that set it apart: nearly every single building, from towering civic halls to modest shops and homes, was painted a stark, gleaming white. + +From the research he’d done before coming here, Max knew that this distinctive aesthetic wasn’t just coincidence or local fashion—it stemmed from the peculiar preferences of the third-class force that ruled the region, a force whose elders were so enamored with the color white that they’d gone as far as officially renaming the entire territory White Town Region and decreeing that all structures within their domain be painted to match their obsession. + +The result was a landscape of pristine streets and whitewashed buildings that glowed almost ethereally beneath the bright sun, creating a sense of uniform purity that, to Max, felt both elegant and faintly oppressive. + +Shaking off his thoughts, he made his way toward the nearest transportation station, his boots clicking softly as he maneuvered through sparse crowds of locals clad mostly in pale robes that mirrored the color of their surroundings. + +Reaching a sleek, glass-paneled terminal, he quickly booked himself a ticket for the next available floating train, his holowatch chiming softly as the transaction was confirmed. Barely a minute later, the train arrived with a soft, humming whoosh, gliding soundlessly to a halt before him, its carriages gleaming like polished ivory under the sunlight. + +Max stepped aboard, the doors sliding shut behind him with a gentle hiss as the train surged forward, lifting slightly into the air, its anti-gravity engines casting shimmering ripples along the white-tiled platform as it pulled away. + +He knew that in most regions of the Middle Domain, the cities housing a Black Cube were typically the capitals, serving as vital hubs for commerce, travel, and access to the Battle Realm. And in the White Town Region, that place was White City—the shining heart of the territory, and precisely where the floating train was now racing him. + +Reaching the sprawling expanse of White City, Max stepped off the floating train and strode through avenues lined with ivory towers and white-paved streets glinting under the clear sky, his eyes fixed firmly ahead as he navigated the bustling crowds clad in their customary pale robes. + +Without pausing to admire the pristine symmetry of the city, he headed straight for the towering structure that dominated the skyline—a colossal, obsidian cube hovering serenely a few meters above a vast plaza of polished white marble. + +Max approached the structure with brisk determination, passing through the security formations and showing the insignia of the Great Ruler Empire that allowed him entry. + +The next moment, he found himself standing inside the Battle Realm, the air thick with a strange vibrancy, and the sky above swirling with cosmic light, constellations shifting like liquid gold across an endless canvas of deep blue. + +He didn’t have to wait long; barely moments after his arrival, he spotted familiar faces in the near distance—Arlen, Lena, and the others from the Great Ruler Empire, clustered together in cautious conversation. + +Relief washed over Arlen’s face the instant he saw Max, and he hurried forward, his eyes reflecting a mixture of guilt and gratitude. "Max, you’re fine. Thank god," Arlen said, releasing a heavy sigh as though a burden had been lifted from his chest. + +Truthfully, he’d been wrestling with regret over their decision to leave Max behind in the Berserk Lightning Region, wondering if they’d abandoned him to certain death. But now, seeing him safe and whole, Arlen’s shoulders finally eased. + +"It’s good that you’re okay," Lena added, her eyes bright as she smiled warmly at Max, and the other three companions beside her all nodded, their expressions filled with relief and genuine happiness. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-742.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-742.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca9f5b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-742.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 736: Almond Region" +slug: "ch-742" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 742 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1116 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s lips curled into a confident smile, a spark of mischief flickering in his eyes. "I got the lightning essence stones," he said, his tone brimming with triumph. "And I also left a little gift for the Thunder Monarch Hall. I believe they’ll like it." He finished with a sly smirk, clearly savoring the chaos he’d sown back in the collapsing cavern. + +Arlen’s brows rose in curiosity, and he tilted his head, his voice cautious but eager. "So, what are your plans now?" + +Max fell silent for a moment, his eyes lowering in thought as he weighed his next steps carefully. Then he straightened. "Of course, we’ll go to the Hunter Association as planned," he said, his voice firm. "But I also want to start looking for some clues about the Star Stone." + +Arlen’s brows furrowed as he listened to Max’s words, his expression turning pensive as he slowly exhaled. "Star Stone," he repeated, his voice heavy with caution and the weight of old stories. "It’s very difficult to find one, Max. And you should know—every time a Star Stone has appeared in the Middle Domain, a slaughter has followed. Powerful factions, rogue experts, secret organizations... all of them will come crawling out of the shadows for it, and the blood that gets spilled can drown entire cities." + +He paused for a moment, eyes shifting as though peering into distant memories, then continued, "Though... you could try asking the Obsidian Order about the Star Stone. They might have some information on it." + +At the mention of that name, Max’s eyes grew distant, his mind spinning as he murmured, "Obsidian Order..." The words tasted familiar on his tongue, stirring recollections from the old Saintess’s diary he’d pored over so many times. + +Even though the Obsidian Order wasn’t counted among the seven overlord forces that ruled the Middle Domain, they were one of the most enigmatic powers hidden beneath the surface of its politics and warfare. + +According to the Saintess’s meticulous notes, if there was any piece of knowledge one sought in the Middle Domain—whether it was the location of a rare herb, the secrets of an ancient ruin, or clues about a mythical object like the Star Stone—all roads eventually led to the Obsidian Order. + +They operated like shadows among shadows, veiled in secrecy yet woven deeply into the fabric of the continent’s daily life. It was said that the Obsidian Order was the invisible hand behind the clever arrangement and maintenance of the Black Cubes scattered across the many regions of the Middle Domain, ensuring safe travel and controlled commerce for experts. + +The diary also spoke of how the Obsidian Order, despite being shrouded in mystery, was the force that kept the markets and trade flowing in the Middle Domain, maintaining delicate balances that allowed business and diplomacy to flourish even amid endless rivalries. + +They were the silent brokers, the record-keepers of history, and the merchants of secrets, holding fragments of knowledge about nearly everything under the sun. + +And even though they did not publicly hold the title of an overlord force, the Old Saintess had written with absolute conviction that the strength and influence of the Obsidian Order were by no means any less than the seven great powers who laid claim to that lofty title. + +As Max stood there, turning these thoughts over in his mind, a spark of intrigue lit his eyes. The Obsidian Order might indeed be his best chance to uncover clues about the Star Stone—though he also knew that dealing with them would be like walking a knife’s edge between knowledge and peril. + +"Alright, I’ll head to the Obsidian Order after we’re done with the Hunter Association task," Max said at last, breaking the contemplative silence that had hung between them for a moment. + +He’d been turning the idea over carefully in his mind, weighing risks and benefits. Though he knew the Obsidian Order was a place steeped in secrets and potentially dangerous bargains, he also knew that if he wanted any hope of finding the Star Stone, he’d have to go where information ran deepest—even if that meant stepping into the shadows. + +Besides, another curiosity tugged at him insistently from within: he hadn’t truly fought or even laid eyes on a genuine Null except for Vesper, the terrifying transformation of a human into a Null he’d witnessed them before.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +The thought of seeing a true Null, of facing one in battle made him curious and, of course he wanted to kill them too. + +"Good," Arlen said quickly, nodding his approval. "Then let’s head to the Almond Region. That’s where the headquarters of the Hunter Association is located." His eyes lit up, eager to move forward. + +Max returned the nod firmly, and the group turned as one, swiftly making their way through the luminous corridors of the Battle Realm until they arrived before a massive teleportation platform. + +The platform glowed with shifting arcs of energy, rippling like liquid glass as it linked the Battle Realm to the black cube stationed in the Almond Region. A faint hum filled the air, vibrating through their bones as the portal shimmered before them like a pool of molten silver. + +"Let’s go in," Max said, his voice low but charged with anticipation. Together, he and his companions stepped forward into the portal, and in the blink of an eye, the world blurred around them in a swirl of twisting light and spatial currents. + +A heartbeat later, they emerged on the other side—and immediately, they were met with an unsettling sight. The air was thick and oppressive, swirling with dense, crimson clouds that hung low over the capital city of the Almond Region. + +The clouds churned like living smoke, suffusing the streets and towering structures with an eerie red glow, casting shadows that seemed to shift and crawl along the pristine white stone buildings. The entire city felt steeped in an ominous aura, as though ancient grudges still lingered in the very air, whispering secrets of blood and conquest. + +Max lifted his gaze, taking in the sight, while Lena’s voice broke through the charged silence. "It’s said that the Almond Region was once one of the headquarters of the Ascendants long time ago," she explained quietly, her eyes sweeping across the crimson-veiled skyline. "But when the Hunter Association was established, they destroyed the Ascendants’ headquarters here, killing many of their leaders and followers. That’s how the Hunter Association carved out its place and began standing tall in the Middle Domain." + +’Hunter Association is also not one of the seven overlord forces, but it acts as a neutral force in the Middle Domain.’ Max thought, looking at the massive tower at the very front of him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-743.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-743.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b4a32b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-743.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 737: Reunion" +slug: "ch-743" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 743 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Almond Region is also one of the many regions among the Hundred Battle Regions that is under the constant threat of Null attacks," Arlen explained as he strode ahead, his voice carrying over the quiet murmur of the bustling streets filled with people moving beneath the ominous red clouds. + +His eyes were sharp as he navigated the crowded avenues, leading Max and the others toward the looming silhouette of a colossal tower rising like a white spear against the crimson sky. "That’s why it’s mandatory for 2-star geniuses to join the Hunter Association at least once in their lifetime to hunt and kill those Nulls." + +The group pressed onward, weaving through throngs of robed experts, merchants, and travelers whose faces were lit intermittently by the shifting glow of crimson lightning flashing overhead. Eventually, they arrived at the base of the massive tower, its white stone walls etched with intricate carvings depicting heroic battles against monstrous creatures, each scene illuminated in flashes of red light filtering through the swirling clouds. + +The tower was the Hunter Association’s headquarters—a fortress of order and vigilance in a region constantly on the knife’s edge of chaos. As they stepped inside, they were immediately swallowed by a cacophony of voices and hurried footsteps. + +The vast lobby bustled with activity, filled with experts clad in a wild array of robes and armor, clerks carrying stacks of documents, and towering notice boards glowing with holographic mission postings. + +Despite the overwhelming number of people streaming in and out—teams of hunters returning bloodied from missions, others departing armed to the teeth—everything inside operated with a smooth, almost military efficiency. + +Lines were orderly, clerks moved with practiced speed, and security experts kept watchful eyes on the crowd, ensuring not a single scuffle or delay disrupted the flow. + +Max and his companions made their way through the throng until they reached a large marble counter where the registration center stood. There, they queued briefly before being beckoned forward by a polite receptionist, a young woman with neatly tied hair and robes embroidered with the Hunter Association’s insignia. + +With swift, deft fingers, she helped them complete the registration process, inputting their names into a sleek crystal console that projected faint holographic glyphs above its surface. + +Once the details were finalized, she retrieved several small objects from a hidden compartment beneath the counter and handed one to each of them. "Keep this always with you when you hunt Nulls," she instructed, her voice polite but firm as her eyes met Max’s. "It will automatically count the number of Nulls you kill." + +Max took the object and turned it over in his palm, studying it curiously. It was a hexagonal-shaped stone, smooth and cold to the touch, carved with faintly glowing runes that pulsed gently like a quiet heartbeat. + +At its center, a small screen displayed his name in delicate script, and below it, a single stark number: ’0.’ + +He glanced at his teammates and saw that each of their stones looked exactly the same, all of them bearing that same lonely zero—a silent promise of the grim work yet to come. + +"Max, is that you?!" came a sudden, vibrant voice from behind him, clear as a bell and laced with a mixture of shock and unmistakable joy. + +The unexpected sound struck Max like a jolt of electricity, sending a visible shiver through his frame as he froze mid-step, the hexagonal stone still clutched loosely in his fingers. + +Slowly, almost hesitantly, he turned around, his breath catching in his throat as his gaze fell upon a young woman standing just a few paces away, framed by the shifting glow of the red clouds filtering through the grand windows of the Hunter Association’s bustling lobby. + +She looked to be about his age, perhaps a bit older, with a waterfall of long, vivid red hair cascading over her shoulders, each strand catching glimmers of the crimson light and turning it into shimmering fire. + +Her eyes were wide and luminous, shimmering with unshed tears that trembled on her lashes, as though she were struggling mightily to hold them back. For a split second, her lips parted, but no words came, and she simply stared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. + +Max blinked, utterly dumbfounded as his mind scrambled to catch up with the reality before him. "Alice!" he blurted out, his voice raw with genuine shock and disbelief. + +Of all the places in the Middle Domain, he never would have imagined he’d run into Alice here in the heart of the Hunter Association’s headquarters, amid the swirling chaos of experts preparing for deadly battles against the Nulls. + +And yet, as he quickly realized, it did make a certain twisted sense. The Hunter Association was a unified force, jointly overseen by the seven overlord forces and the mighty Four God Nation. And by the Association’s ironclad rules, every 2-star genius, no matter their origin or prestige, was required to serve and fight against the ever-present threat of the Nulls. + +Alice belonged to the Four God Nation, and that meant she, too, was bound by that same obligation. + +Before he could speak further, Alice’s voice slipped into his mind like a familiar caress, soft and trembling with pent-up emotion. "Max, it really is you. I’ve missed you so much." The sheer tenderness and yearning in her mental voice made Max’s chest tighten, old memories and buried feelings welling up from deep inside. + +Without missing a beat, he responded through voice transmission, his thoughts brimming with warmth and relief. "I missed you too, Alice! I’ve wanted to go to the Four God Nation to find you, but... my strength isn’t enough yet. I can’t just show up there. It’s really... really nice to see you." His mental voice faltered a little at the end, betraying just how much her sudden appearance had shaken him. + +Around them, the noise and motion of the Hunter Association continued unabated—clerks shouting orders, experts discussing battle plans, shimmering holograms flashing across mission boards—but for a moment, it all faded into the background as the two of them stood there, eyes locked, separated by only a few steps yet carrying the weight of distance and time that had kept them apart. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-744.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-744.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ed4fc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-744.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 738: Concealing Truth" +slug: "ch-744" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 744 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Alice’s smile blossomed like a sunrise as she locked her gaze on Max, but her next words, sent through the quiet intimacy of voice transmission, carried a far more cautious tone. "You promised you’d come to the Middle Domain, and you did. I’m truly happy about that, Max. But for now... we should act like we’re only acquaintances." + +She paused for a brief instant, her mental voice growing more subdued, tinged with frustration and faint bitterness. "I’ve come here with some of my family members. They’re just here to keep an eye on me. I hate them. They never let me do anything I want. Everything I do, everywhere I go, they’re always watching, making sure I am ’safe.’" + +Her beautiful red hair seemed to catch fire under the shifting light as she finished, her eyes flickering briefly toward the bustling crowd behind her. + +Max followed her gaze, and his own expression darkened as he saw the approaching figures. Emerging from a busy avenue a short distance away, a group of young men and women began striding toward them with palpable arrogance radiating from their bearing. + +Their steps were measured, deliberate, as though they owned every inch of the marble floor they crossed. Their robes were elegant and richly adorned, bearing insignias of a Phoenix that glowed subtly in the crimson light—symbol of the Phoenix God Nation within the Four God Nation. + +The young man at the head of the group stood out starkly even among them, his broad shoulders and slender waist lending him a commanding silhouette. Strapped across his back was a massive black iron sword, its hilt wrapped in dark leather, the blade so large that it seemed like it would split the floor beneath his feet if he so much as swung it. + +His sharp eyes gleamed with cool appraisal as he took in Max’s presence + +Max met the young man’s gaze steadily, his own eyes calm, though he inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, silently agreeing to Alice’s silent plea to stay cautious. "I understand," he replied in a swift mental whisper. "And don’t worry about me, Alice. I can handle myself." + +Just then, the young man in front finally spoke, his voice deep and authoritative as it rolled out over the low hum of conversations and footsteps filling the Hunter Association hall. "Junior Sister Alice, who is this? Why don’t you introduce him to us?" + +His question held a faint edge, polite enough on the surface but carrying an undercurrent of probing curiosity—and perhaps even the slightest hint of suspicion. + +Alice straightened slightly, her expression smoothing into polite serenity as she turned toward the group. "He is Max Morgan," she said, her voice calm but carefully neutral as she executed the delicate balance of concealing deeper truth behind a surface-level explanation. "I’ve met him recently during some of the times I’ve come to the Hundred Battle Regions." + +The young men and women exchanged quick glances among themselves, some eyes flickering with curiosity, others with thinly veiled disdain, as they assessed Max like a curiosity plucked from the wilderness. + +"Max Morgan?" the young man scoffed, lifting one eyebrow as though he were inspecting an insect crawling across his boot, his deep voice resonating across the polished marble floor of the Hunter Association’s towering hall. + +"I haven’t heard of it." He didn’t even bother sparing Max a glance after that, simply dismissing his existence with a flick of his gaze as he shifted his attention fully to Alice, his broad frame looming as he stepped slightly closer to her. + +"Junior Sister Alice, the Nulls could break out at any time," he continued, his tone dripping with the kind of forced concern that carried an edge of command. "It’s better for you to stay with me." + +Alice, for her part, forced a small, polite smile onto her lips, though her shoulders tensed ever so slightly beneath her elegant robes. "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Margo," she replied delicately, her voice sweet but carrying a hidden firmness. "But Max is my friend. Can he join our team?" + +For a fleeting moment, silence stretched between them as Margo’s eyes narrowed, flicking toward Max with cool appraisal. His gaze swept over Max’s figure, lingering briefly on him as he assessed the other party’s strength. + +’A level 1 Master Rank trash?’ A faint smirk curved across Margo’s lips, and disdain flickered in his dark eyes, though he swallowed whatever cutting remark was forming on his tongue, perhaps remembering Alice’s presence and the watching eyes of their entourage. + +"Your friend?" he echoed, a dry chuckle slipping past his lips. "Since you’re Junior Sister Alice’s friend, I’ll grant you a favor." He paused, leaning in slightly as his voice dropped into a low, authoritative rumble. "But remember this well: I am the captain of this team. You must obey my orders. If you disobey even once, don’t blame me for expelling you from the team." His words were delivered like a blade wrapped in silk—polite on the surface, but unmistakably sharp beneath. + +Max listened calmly but inside, he felt a spark of irritation flare at the arrogant arrogance practically rolling off Margo like heat waves. A part of him had genuinely wanted to join Alice’s team, eager for the chance to fight alongside her and so that they had more time to catch up with other. + +But listening to Margo lord his authority and dictate conditions as though he were some emperor handing down decrees soured the thought entirely. + +Max wasn’t the kind of man who could stomach biting his tongue and obeying every command simply for the sake of team harmony, especially not from someone who clearly viewed him as an insignificant extra. + +The idea of having to listen to Margo’s every word grated against every instinct in him. It just didn’t make sense to chain himself to someone else’s whims when he could stand on his own strength and lead his own path. + +"Alice, I’ve come with my team, so I won’t join yours," Max said firmly, his voice carrying calm certainty as he faced her. "But don’t worry," he added with a small, reassuring smile, "I’ll keep an eye on your team in case of emergencies." The words slipped past his lips with quiet conviction, an unspoken promise woven into every syllable. + +He might not be fighting by Alice’s side, but he would still be there in the shadows, ready to strike should danger threaten her. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-745.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-745.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a313fb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-745.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 739: Max’s query" +slug: "ch-745" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 745 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Beside them, Margo’s face darkened instantly, a storm brewing across his sharp features as he clenched his jaw hard enough that a muscle twitched in his cheek. + +Max hadn’t even looked at him while speaking—hadn’t spared him a glance, hadn’t even acknowledged his presence—and the calculated slight burned hotter than fire in Margo’s chest. + +It was as if Max had declared that Margo was too insignificant to warrant even a single word. + +Alice, however, didn’t appear the least bit troubled. Instead, her eyes glowed softly with warmth as she nodded in quiet understanding, a gentle happiness radiating from her despite the looming tension. + +She seemed utterly content that she’d been able to see Max again after so long, and her slight smile was like a balm against the heavy atmosphere crackling between the two men. + +But then Margo finally snapped, his composure shattering as his sneer twisted into full-blown scorn. "A Level 1 Master Rank trash saying he would keep an eye on our team... this is too much of a joke," he spat, his voice dripping contempt as it rang out sharply through the hall, drawing a few curious glances from passing experts. + +His eyes bored into Max with a mixture of fury and disbelief, unable to stomach how someone he viewed as a mere insect dared not only to ignore him but to speak so confidently of protecting his team. It was as though every word from Max was a slap across his pride. + +Max, however, remained completely unfazed, his expression smooth as polished stone as he continued to act as if Margo were little more than air. He turned back to Alice, his tone casual and light. "Alright, see you on the battlefield," he said with a faint nod, as though their entire exchange with Margo had been nothing more than a passing breeze. + +"You too," Alice replied, her lips parting in a genuine, bright smile that seemed to cut through the crimson haze lingering over the city like a blade of sunlight. + +With that, Max pivoted gracefully on his heel and strode away through the crowd, his black robes rippling around him as he returned to his own waiting team, leaving an increasingly apoplectic Margo behind. + +Margo stood rooted in place, his fists trembling at his sides, his eyes following Max’s retreating figure with a glare so intense it could have burned a hole through stone. His breath came in short, furious bursts, his mind seething with indignation. + +Twice—twice—he had been ignored and brushed aside as though he didn’t even exist by someone he considered trash at Level 1 Master Rank. + +A cold, insidious smile slowly curled across Margo’s lips as he forced himself to relax his clenched jaw, dark thoughts swirling behind his eyes. ’Just you wait...’ he seethed silently as he finally turned away, stalking off with his team and Alice in tow, his heavy iron sword shifting slightly across his broad back with each step. + +Meanwhile, Max moved on without a single backward glance, unbothered and focused on the path ahead. He wasn’t worried about Alice’s safety. He knew well that Alice bore a remarkably prestigious identity, even among the illustrious descendants of the Four God Nation’s great families. + +Unless someone possessed recklessness bordering on suicidal folly—or a death wish that defied heaven itself—no one would dare lay a finger on her or create trouble that could provoke the wrath of powers far beyond their comprehension. + +"Max, do you... do you know Princess Alice?" Arlen blurted out, his voice tight with disbelief, his eyes practically bulging as he stared at Max like he’d suddenly sprouted wings. + +Beside him, the other four members of their team all turned their stunned gazes on Max as well, each pair of eyes wide and sparkling with a mix of curiosity and shock, as though they were witnessing something impossibly rare. + +Max couldn’t help but smile wryly, lifting one hand to scratch the back of his head as if trying to dislodge an uncomfortable memory. "I... once encountered her before joining the Great Ruler Empire," he said whatever bullshit came to his mind "And we became acquaintances from then on." + +Arlen’s face lit up instantly, his eyes shimmering with unrestrained excitement, as though he’d just been told that Max personally knew a celestial goddess. "That’s so cool," he exclaimed, practically bouncing on his heels with youthful enthusiasm. + +But before he could continue, Lena suddenly folded her arms tightly across her chest, the fabric of her robes rustling as she shifted her weight and fixed Arlen with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. "Huh. I never thought you liked Princess Alice," she said coolly, her tone crisp and edged with a note of frost, her narrowed eyes boring into Arlen as though daring him to confess some hidden infatuation. + +Caught like a rabbit in a snare, Arlen coughed awkwardly, his cheeks flushing a faint red as he waved his hands defensively. "W-Who wouldn’t like Princess Alice?" he stammered, glancing nervously between Lena and Max. "I mean... I’ve heard she’s kind and magnanimous. Everyone says that about her." + +Wanting to steer the conversation away from the awkward tension crackling between Lena and Arlen, Arlen quickly cleared his throat and latched onto another thread of curiosity that had been lingering in his mind. "But... wasn’t there a rumor that she went missing for like a decade or something?" + +Lena’s brows knit together in a deep frown, her arms still folded tightly across her chest as she nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing slightly as though sifting through old scraps of gossip. + +"Yeah, I heard that too," she said, her voice edged with thoughtful suspicion. "It was said that Princess Alice had disappeared from the Phoenix God Nation for years, but no one ever seemed to know the truth. There were so many conflicting stories—some said she’d been kidnapped, others claimed she’d gone into secluded cultivation, and a few even whispered about assassination plots. But nothing was ever confirmed. And now, seeing her here in the Hunter Association, alive and well... it makes me think those were just rumors after all." + +She cast a quick glance at Max as if hoping he might fill in the gaps, but Max only remained silent, his expression inscrutable as shadows danced across his eyes beneath the glow of shifting crimson light filtering through the towering windows. + +"I think so too," Arlen chimed in, eager to reassure himself as much as anyone else, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "If she really had disappeared, the entire Phoenix God Nation would’ve been thrown into chaos. She’s the Princess, after all—one of the Four God Nation’s most important figures. But we only ever heard whispers, and then... nothing. Everything stayed quiet. No wars, no upheavals. So, I guess it was just people making things up." As Arlen spoke, his tone grew lighter, as though brushing away the dark weight of intrigue and potential political catastrophe. + +But Max, standing among them with the hum of countless voices filling the colossal Hunter Association hall around him, felt a different heaviness settle in his chest. Though he remained outwardly calm, his mind churned with silent reflections. He knew the truth behind those rumors better than anyone present. + +Alice truly had been missing from the Middle Domain for nearly a decade, absent from the grand cities and golden palaces of the Phoenix God Nation. She’d spent almost her entire life hidden away in the Lower Domain, far from the eyes of the overlords, from political schemes and the endless struggles for power. + +’I have yet to know why her mother brought her to the Lower Domain when in the Middle Domain she could have had much faster growth than in the Lower Domain?’ Max thought silently as they headed towards the battlefield. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-746.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-746.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5970565 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-746.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 740: Edge of the Battlefield" +slug: "ch-746" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 746 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1035 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Battlefield of the White Town Region. + +As far as the eye could see, an endless expanse of dark red earth stretched beneath a sky heavy with swirling crimson clouds, the air vibrating with a low, ominous hum that seemed to pulse in time with the distant clashes of weapons and shouts of warriors. + +The ground itself bore deep scars—rivers of hardened, rust-colored fissures running like veins across the barren landscape, testimony to countless battles fought and lives extinguished over untold years. + +It was said that so much blood had been spilled upon this soil that it had permanently dyed the earth this ghastly shade of red, and though this was merely the outermost edge of the battlefield, the weight of slaughter and carnage pressed upon the senses like a suffocating shroud. + +Into this grim tableau arrived Max and his team, stepping cautiously toward the boundary between safety and chaos, the pungent scent of blood and scorched metal filling their nostrils with every breath. + +Even though most of the young geniuses around them were no strangers to bloodshed, having fought and survived numerous skirmishes and trials to earn their rank, the sheer thickness of the killing intent that hung in the air here was almost tangible—a suffocating, metallic tang that scraped against the nerves and sent cold chills crawling up the spine. + +All around them, hundreds of experts moved across the cracked, red terrain, clad in an eclectic mix of robes, armors, and shimmering battle gear, each figure radiating potent auras that rippled the air like heat waves. + +Some warriors were gathering in small clusters, murmuring strategies in hushed, tense voices, while others checked weapons or channeled their vital essence into their bodies, preparing for the imminent carnage ahead. + +Step by measured step, Max and his companions advanced until they reached the very edge of the battlefield, where a colossal gate loomed, rising out of the earth like an ancient fortress wall. + +The massive doors were forged of dark, obsidian-black metal, etched with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with azure light, and framed by a thick, imposing border that seemed to seal off whatever lay beyond. + +Enormous chains hung down its sides, coiling around massive iron stakes embedded in the ground as though even the gate itself needed to be restrained, lest it open prematurely and unleash what was hidden within. + +Just in front of these enormous doors, thousands of experts and warriors from every corner of the Middle Domain had gathered, forming a vast crowd that rippled with tension and restless energy. + +They stood shoulder to shoulder, weapons strapped to their backs or held ready in their hands, eyes fixed upon the sealed gates, waiting for the precise moment when they would swing open and grant them entry into the true heart of the battlefield—a realm where the deadly struggle against the Nulls would begin anew. + +The murmur of voices blended into a low, rolling thunder as Max surveyed the scene, his sharp eyes reflecting the glint of crimson light off distant blades, while somewhere in the distance, the chilling scream of a beast echoed faintly, heralding the chaos that awaited beyond those sealed gates. + +With his Three Dimensional Body silently active, Max stood amidst the throng of experts gathered before the colossal gate, his eyes half-lidded in deep concentration while the chaotic murmur of countless voices roared around him like the tide. + +To anyone looking at him, he seemed merely another warrior waiting for the gates to open, but beneath that calm exterior, an intricate network of awareness stretched out from him in all directions, as though he were a spider sitting at the center of an invisible web. + +His consciousness expanded effortlessly across the entire field where warriors had assembled, enveloping thousands of figures within its delicate mesh of perception. It was almost astonishing how easily his senses swept the vast space, detecting each flicker of energy, every subtle shift in stance, the smallest fluctuation in someone’s aura—even the faint tremors of weapons vibrating against armor. + +As his strength continued to climb higher and higher, so too did the reach of his Three Dimensional Body, expanding like ripples in a limitless ocean, granting him near-omniscient surveillance over his surroundings. + +’Since everyone gathered in this area is under my awareness, I could teleport to any one of them instantly using my space domain,’ Max mused silently, a calculating gleam flashing through his eyes. ’And with the Sphere of Absolute Reaper, I could engulf any target the moment I want with just the thought of my mind...’ The idea simmered in his mind, turning over and over like a blade being honed to a razor’s edge, as he contemplated the terrifying practicality of using such a combination in real combat. + +But then another, more intriguing notion nudged at the edges of his thoughts. ’I wonder... could I use this for voice transmission, too?’ + +Normally, voice transmission between experts required a relatively close distance, because sending one’s thoughts across space demanded a thread of vital essence to bridge the gap—a connection of life force fragile and limited in range. Yet the field of awareness from his Three Dimensional Body was essentially an extension of himself, a seamless part of his own being rather than merely an external technique. + +’If I mix just a sliver of vital essence into my Three Dimensional Body... maybe it would work...’ Without overthinking it further, Max decided to test his theory on the spot. He summoned a thin strand of his vital essence, blending it like liquid gold into the vast, invisible net of his Three Dimensional Body, then directed it outward, seeking a specific presence among the crowd. + +"Alice, can you hear me?" he called silently, focusing his intent like a laser. For a split second, there was silence—a delicate tension that hummed in the stillness. + +Then, as clear as if she were standing right beside him, Alice’s startled voice burst into his mind from far across the battlefield: "Max, is that you?! How did you use voice transmission when I can’t even see you anywhere?!" Her mental voice trembled with pure astonishment, carrying an edge of incredulity and wonder that made Max’s lips curl into a subtle, satisfied smile. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-747.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-747.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d152176 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-747.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 741: Battlefield Opens" +slug: "ch-747" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 747 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max smiled lightly, the corners of his lips curving upward as quiet satisfaction glimmered in his eyes, pleased beyond measure that his experiment had worked perfectly. Through his Three Dimensional Body, he could perceive Alice as vividly as though she were standing right before him, every detail of her aura, posture, and energy clear as day in his mind’s eye, despite the physical distance separating them. + +All it had taken was the delicate addition of a thin strand of vital essence interwoven into his spatial awareness, enabling him to transmit his thoughts directly to her across the battlefield. + +"It’s my ability," he explained calmly to Alice, his mental voice crisp and confident, tinged with the faintest note of pride at having refined such a powerful technique. "I want you to keep your vital essence active at all times when you’re in battle. That way, even if we don’t see each other, we can still talk—as long as you’re within range of my ability." + +Alice’s voice chimed back almost instantly, carrying warmth and bright admiration despite the looming tension in the air. "That’s such a good ability," she said, and even without seeing her face directly, Max could picture her eyes lighting up, her long red hair shimmering like fire beneath the stormy sky. + +But before they could speak further, a thunderous voice boomed over the battlefield, cutting through the murmurs of gathered experts and the restless rustle of weapons shifting in scabbards. "Open the town gate and attack!" commanded the mayor, his voice ringing out with iron authority from atop the massive stone walls. + +In an instant, the colossal town gate groaned and shuddered as it began to swing open, ancient metal hinges screeching like tortured beasts under the weight of the towering, rune-etched doors. + +As the gate fully yawned wide, a tidal wave of warriors from every corner of the Middle Domain surged forward in a roaring stampede, joined by the heavily armed soldiers of the Town Army who descended from the towering white walls to reinforce the charge. + +The earth itself seemed to tremble under the pounding of countless feet, and a gale of battle cries swept through the crimson air as they streamed into the scarlet wilderness beyond the gate. When the front ranks landed on the churned, blood-drenched soil, they were instantly met with the sight that had haunted every cultivator’s nightmares—a heaving tide of Nulls surging forward in a dense, relentless wave. + +It was as if the very shadows had come alive, monstrous figures with twisted limbs, vacant eyes that glowed like pale lanterns, and skin that shimmered with an unnatural, oily sheen. Their snarls and screeches filled the air like the cries of a thousand beasts, but this was no mere beast tide—it was a tide of Nulls, horrors born of twisted mutations and void energies. + +Yet despite the sheer terror that gripped the battlefield, the warriors held their ground. In the early stages of such battles, it was almost always the first-level Nulls that rushed in a frenzied swarm at the front lines, weaker creatures whose purpose was to test the defenses and soften up the resistance. + +The stronger Nulls—the monstrous high-level threats—lurked further back in the mass, waiting for the moment to strike when chaos and exhaustion had taken their toll. As long as warriors didn’t become isolated or stray too deep into enemy ranks, there was usually little risk to their lives in these initial waves. + +Seeing the seething mass of Nulls right in front of them, the experts or hunters in this scenario unleashed their pent-up energy with savage fury, a storm of radiant techniques and elemental power exploding across the field. + +Swords gleamed like rivers of light, spears crackled with lightning, and palm strikes sent shockwaves that rippled the air. + +Puff puff puff... + +The sharp, wet sound of blades piercing flesh filled the battlefield as Null blood—a dark, viscous liquid that shimmered faintly under the crimson sky—splattered wildly across weapons and armor. The Nulls shrieked and convulsed as they fell one after another, dropping like stalks of rice being cut at harvest time. + +The once-open ground quickly became littered with broken Null bodies, their twisted limbs twitching weakly as life drained away. Yet even as the front lines carved their path through the weaker Nulls, the dark mass beyond continued to surge forward inexorably, an endless tide of shadows waiting to swallow the battlefield whole. + +Max paused for a brief moment amid the swirling chaos, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield, absorbing every grotesque detail of the creatures pouring toward him in a relentless tide. + +The Nulls were monstrous abominations, crawling and lunging on four limbs like predatory beasts, their bodies cloaked in pitch-black skin that shone with a slick, almost wet sheen under the blood-colored light streaming through the crimson sky. + +They had no hair, nothing to soften the savage contours of their malformed forms, and their faces—or what passed for faces—were dominated by enormous mouths crammed with jagged, spiky teeth that glistened like rows of serrated daggers. + +But perhaps most unnerving of all were their eyes—dozens of them in some cases, scattered across their heads, shoulders, and even sprouting randomly along their backs and flanks. + +Max counted three eyes on some of the smaller Nulls, while others bore five or even more, glaring at the world with an eerie luminescence, each eye shifting and swiveling independently as though hungering for the taste of flesh and blood. + +Just as he finished surveying the monstrous host, several Champion Rank Nulls lunged at him, bounding forward with shocking speed, their claws scraping gouges into the blood-soaked earth as they came. + +Without the slightest trace of panic, Max’s hand moved like lightning, drawing his sword in a single, fluid motion. The blade hummed softly, almost singing as it cut through the charged air. + +With a swift, decisive swing, Max slashed downward, and a massive arc of sword light erupted from his blade—a gleaming crescent of condensed killing intent that tore forward like a tidal wave. Three or four first-level Nulls were instantly bisected, their dark blood spraying into the air like ink, their bodies crumpling into twitching heaps on the ground. + +Before the severed limbs even hit the dirt, Max twisted his wrist and slashed again, this time forming a brilliant cross of sword light that shimmered momentarily like a luminous starburst. Another three or four first-level Nulls fell, shredded apart as the radiant blades cut cleanly through their grotesque forms, leaving steaming gashes carved into the earth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-748.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-748.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..91f0720 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-748.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 742: Abnormal Nulls" +slug: "ch-748" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 748 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1129 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max moved with deadly precision, calm and efficient. He understood perfectly well that it was foolish to waste powerful techniques or high-level skills Nulls. The stronger the attack, the more energy it consumed—a waste of strength when facing disposable enemies. + +Unless, of course, you possessed the kind of overwhelming power that made even ordinary strikes devastating, as Max did. For him, there was no need to resort to grandiose techniques. His basic sword swings carried enough force, precision, and lethal intent to cut down these lesser foes like blades of grass under a farmer’s scythe. + +Just like that, Max advanced steadily through the swirling melee, his sword flashing in elegant, deadly arcs, each motion so fluid and natural it seemed more like a dance than combat. Every time he swung his blade, a fresh wave of first-level Champion Rank Nulls fell before him, their bodies severed cleanly as though they were nothing more than vegetables being sliced for a meal. + +Black blood splattered across his clothes and face, sizzling faintly where it touched his spiritual aura, but Max didn’t slow down, his eyes cold and focused, his movements never faltering even as the tide of monsters pressed endlessly around him. + +On the other side of the surging battlefield, Arlen and the others were holding their ground as a separate team, cutting through the relentless waves of Nulls with synchronized precision and fierce determination. + +This arrangement had already been decided before the gates had opened: Max had made it clear he would battle alone, carving his own path through the battlefield, and that if any of them found themselves in trouble, he would step in to support them without hesitation. + +It was a plan that Arlen and his group had readily agreed upon, understanding that Max’s overwhelming abilities and unique fighting style made it simpler—and safer—for him to operate independently. + +Moreover, their own team dynamic was forged through countless battles fought shoulder-to-shoulder, and the coordination among the five of them had become so finely tuned that it was simply more comfortable and efficient for them to rely on one another without trying to adjust to Max’s unpredictable rhythm. + +Even without Max in their ranks, Arlen and the others proved themselves more than capable, their blades flashing and their spiritual energies surging as they dispatched the Level 1 and Level 2 Champion Rank Nulls with effortless skill, slicing through the grotesque monsters like farmers harvesting a field of wheat.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Arlen’s gauntlets whirled in strong momentum, Lena’s attacks struck with pinpoint accuracy, and the others fought with the fierce unity of warriors who trusted each other completely, each movement perfectly synchronized to create openings and cover vulnerabilities. + +Not far from where they battled, Margo’s team—including members of the Phoenix God Nation and Alice herself—were equally immersed in the slaughter, their weapons blazing with brilliant elemental lights as they cleaved through Null after Null. + +The elegant and blazing techniques of the Phoenix God Nation were on full display, blades shimmering with crimson fire, spears flickering like golden lightning as they struck down the weaker Nulls with disdainful ease. + +Alice, her red hair a vivid banner amid the chaos, danced through the battlefield with swift, precise motions, her flames killing burning null to their ashes. + +Despite the overwhelming numbers pressing in on all sides, the first wave of Nulls posed little threat. The door had only just been opened, and the creatures pouring out so far were merely the weakest—the expendable foot soldiers of the monstrous tide. + +But every expert on the field knew the same unspoken truth: as time marched on, the true nightmare would begin. The stronger Nulls would emerge, and the real battle—the one that decided life and death—would be fought in blood and screams when those higher-level nulls stepped onto the field. + +’Hmm? A Level 4 Champion Rank Null.’ Just as Max was cutting his way through an unending horde of Level 1 and Level 2 Champion Rank Nulls, his Three Dimensional Body—ever vigilant and far-reaching—picked up a sudden, violent flare of movement further along the blood-soaked plain. + +His mental vision zoomed in on the scene as clearly as if he were standing there himself, and what he saw made his eyes narrow sharply. A Level 3 Champion Rank expert, clad in battered armor still shining with faint runes of protection, was caught mid-swing as a monstrous Null lunged at him with blistering speed. + +The creature was massive, its sinewy black limbs rippling with savage power, eyes glowing an eerie silver as its claws raked forward in a deadly arc. The warrior barely had time to widen his eyes in horrified realization before the Null’s claws tore through his chest, splitting his torso open like fragile paper. + +Blood erupted in a high, pulsing spray, crimson rain falling across the battlefield as the expert’s body was ripped apart, flesh and bone scattering like shattered porcelain. + +Max’s gaze stayed locked on the carnage, his expression hardening, while the roar of Nulls and the cries of men mixed into a single, deafening storm around him. Just then the eyes of that exact null locked with Max. + +Boom boom boom... + +The ground shook with each thunderous step as the monstrous Null barreled forward, its massive limbs pounding the blood-soaked earth with earthshaking force, sending shudders through the surrounding battlefield like ripples across a stormy sea. + +Warriors who had been bravely battling their own foes were suddenly caught in its unstoppable path, their bodies flung aside like ragdolls as the creature’s enormous, pitch-black form crashed through the ranks. + +Bones cracked audibly, limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and cries of pain and terror rang out as experts were hurled through the air, smashing into the ground with such violence that some lay still where they landed, blood pooling beneath them, while others writhed, clutching shattered limbs and screaming in agony. + +In the midst of this chaos, the monstrous Null’s many eyes—small, silvery orbs embedded across its head and shoulders—shone with a disturbing, focused gleam, all locked unerringly onto a single figure standing resolute amid the chaos: Max. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing as he studied the creature hurtling toward him like a living battering ram. There was something unmistakably different about it. He could tell in an instant that this was no ordinary Null driven purely by base instincts. + +In the vast, grotesque legion of these creatures, there existed a rare and deadly subclass known as abnormal Nulls—twisted evolutions that were not only vastly stronger than others of their rank but also possessed a dangerous glimmer of intelligence. + +Unlike their mindless kin who acted purely on instinct and aggression, these abnormals could strategize, anticipate attacks, and pursue chosen targets with unsettling focus. And the Null raging toward Max was unmistakably one of these terrifying anomalies. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-749.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-749.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..299a563 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-749.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 743: Arrival of Ascendants" +slug: "ch-749" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 749 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Its movements were not the wild, reckless lunges of a feral beast; instead, it charged with deliberate purpose, eyes tracking Max’s every subtle shift in stance, its clawed limbs moving in coordinated strides as though it understood exactly how to breach his defenses. + +Black muscles rippled beneath its slick, glistening hide, each step sending clods of earth and gore flying as it bore down on him like a living juggernaut. Yet even as the creature’s killing intent roared around him like a hurricane, Max remained calm, his expression hardening into a mask of cold determination. + +He gripped the hilt of his sword, feeling the familiar weight settle into his hand, the blade vibrating faintly as he channeled his strength through it. Summoning his power, he activated his Level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, an aura of condensed, razor-sharp energy gathering along the gleaming edge of his weapon until it shimmered like a blade forged from pure starlight. With a single, precise motion, Max swung his sword. + +A blinding arc of sword light exploded outward, slicing through the air with a sound like tearing silk, so swift and devastating that it seemed to momentarily cleave reality itself. The abnormal Null had barely raised its clawed limbs in a defensive posture when the shimmering blade of energy passed through its body. + +For an instant, the monstrous creature froze mid-charge, eyes wide and mouth gaping open as a thin, bright line of light appeared bisecting its form from shoulder to hip. Then, with a wet, sickening shluck, the Null’s massive frame split neatly in two, the two halves sliding apart like sections of a felled tree, dark blood gushing in thick torrents as its viscera spilled onto the trampled earth below. + +The monstrous halves collapsed to the ground with twin crashes, sending shockwaves of gore and black ichor spraying across the battlefield. + +Max lowered his sword, exhaling slowly, his eyes flicking over the ruined carcass of the abnormal Null. + +’There are so many Null corpses scattered across the battlefield... and just as many humans,’ Max mused silently, his eyes sweeping across the grisly landscape around him, taking in the mountains of twisted, blackened carcasses sprawled across the blood-soaked earth. + +Gouts of dark Null blood glistened like spilled oil beneath the shifting crimson sky, mingling with rivers of human blood that snaked through cracks in the churned-up soil. Severed limbs, shattered weapons, and fragments of shattered armor littered the ground like gruesome confetti, a stark reminder of how deadly and relentless the clash had already been—and this was only the beginning. + +’If I could just devour all of this...’ Max thought, feeling a dangerous flicker of hunger stir deep in his chest, echoing the dark powers lurking within him. ’I’m bound to level up at least one time.’ + +The notion pulsed temptingly at the edge of his mind, an almost tangible possibility hanging there like forbidden fruit, but before he could entertain the thought any further, a violent surge of energy rippled through the battlefield like a rolling tidal wave. + +His Three Dimensional Body flared to full alert, his senses honing in on a sudden, powerful fluctuation of very dark energy emanating from far beyond the immediate melee. + +Max spun around sharply, his eyes narrowing into slits as he peered through the chaos. In the distance, emerging like a black storm front across the bloodstained horizon, came an advancing mass that made the earlier waves of Nulls look like mere ripples in a pond. + +Hundreds of towering Nulls surged forward, their dark bodies radiating murderous energy, each one monstrous and unique—bulging limbs, twisted spines, clusters of glimmering eyes, and glistening maws filled with razor teeth. + +These were not the low-level fodder that had come before; their auras crackled with dense, suffocating power, marking them as Level 4, Level 5, and Level 6 Champion Rank Nulls, each one strong enough to massacre entire squads of ordinary experts. + +But what truly made the blood freeze in Max’s veins was what stalked alongside these high-level Nulls, leading the charge with deadly purpose. Ascendants. Not one or two, but many Ascendants, each cloaked in a searing, malevolent energy that sent crackling distortions rippling through the crimson air around them. + +And these were no ordinary Ascendants—their forms were completely engulfed in grotesque transformations, bodies reshaped into monstrous parodies of monstrous void-spawn. Their skin had turned slick and black as obsidian, limbs lengthened or twisted into unnatural weapons, their feature face had only one glowing ring, and jagged horns or spines protruded from their skulls and backs. + +Each was a living engine of destruction, their mere presence radiating suffocating pressure that pressed down on the battlefield like a great hand squeezing the life out of the air. + +’The difficulty just suddenly rose to an all-time high,’ Max thought grimly, feeling a cold weight settle in his gut as he watched these monstrous figures advance, leading the seething tide of powerful Nulls. + +He knew better than anyone how dangerous such beings were. He had fought against fully transformed Vespers before—not once, but twice—and the memory still lingered like acid on his soul. + +The difference between a fully transformed Ascendant and an ordinary expert of the same rank was like the chasm between heaven and earth; they were vastly stronger, more cunning, and infinitely harder to kill. + +Ordinary 2-star geniuses would simply have no chance if they faced these monsters head-on. Even some powerful 2-star geniuses, if caught unprepared, could easily fall to a Vesper’s savage onslaught. + +’The Ascendant leading the raid with other Ascendants... he’s too strong!’ Max’s gaze sharpened as he zeroed in on one figure striding at the very forefront of the advancing army. + +Unlike the others, whose power Max could roughly estimate despite their terrifying transformations, this being’s strength lay utterly hidden from his senses, cloaked in an impenetrable veil that set every instinct in Max’s body screaming in alarm. + +’Legend Rank Ascendant,’ Max guessed silently, feeling a chill race down his spine as his eyes locked onto that distant silhouette. His intuition told him he was almost certainly correct—and if that was the case, the battlefield was about to become a slaughterhouse of unimaginable proportions. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-75.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-75.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c5b2db8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-75.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 75: A strange reunion" +slug: "ch-75" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 75 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1234 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +It had been three days since Max’s name had become legendary across the entire East Region. + +In those three days, the world had watched in awe as his rise seemed unstoppable. + +First, Max had stormed into the top 20 of the Novice Rankings in the Battle Realm, a feat that sent ripples of disbelief through every corner of the region. + +The fact that he had done so with the strength of a mere level 6 Novice Rank only added to the shock—never before had someone so low in rank achieved such a high placement. + +At this moment, Max stood nonchalantly, checking his stats from the Battle Realm as he waited for someone. Surprisingly, he wasn’t surrounded by a crowd this time, all thanks to the place he seemed to be in. + +He had come all the way to the middle of the Battle Realm, and although many hunters roamed around him in this region, their strength was higher—at the Apprentice Rank and some even at the Adept Rank. Therefore, they paid little to no attention to someone at level 6 of Novice Rank. + +And that was exactly what Max had wanted all along. + +"There you are." Just then, Alice arrived before him. + +During the last two days, they couldn’t meet in the Battle Realm’s level 10 region or level 6 due to all the crowds surrounding Max, so they decided to meet at a place where very few would recognize him. + +"Alice, you’re here." Max smiled when he saw her and asked, "You mentioned we’re here to watch a battle between someone from the Blade Family and another genius from one of the four super families. Who are they?" + +"Let’s go. I’ll tell you on the way." Alice led Max in a certain direction. + +She then asked, "Do you know what the four super families and five major guilds are?" + +Max nodded as he walked side by side with her. "If I’m not mistaken, the four super families are Blade, Thorne, Ashford, and Evernight. As for the five guilds, they are the Phoenix Order, Lionheart Guild, Emerald Legion, Knights of Valor, and lastly, the Black Lotus. Am I right?" + +Alice glanced at him and said, "Allen Blade, the number one genius of the Blade Family, and Fiona Evernight, the number one of the Evernight Family, will fight. They’ll be streaming the battle to the entire Battle Realm." + +Max nodded in understanding. "Why are they fighting?" he asked, turning to her. + +Alice smiled. "Apparently, both the Evernight Family and Blade Family consider each other rivals, even enemies. It’s like the saying, ’One playground can’t hold two tigers.’" + +"I see…" Max understood as his thoughts raced. + +"Little brother, long time no see." Just then, Max heard a familiar voice. + +Turning around, he saw a young man in a black suit and a young woman with brown hair walking toward them. + +"Nash and Erica, what do you two want?" Alice stood in front of Max like his guardian and questioned them. + +Nash smiled and looked around. "Where’s Anton? I don’t see him around." + +Alice’s tone turned solemn. "If you’re looking for Big Brother Anton, then he’s not here. You two can leave now." + +"My, my." Erica giggled, seeing Alice act so protective of Max. "Why are you acting like we would take away Max? We just want to have a little talk with him." + +"I-I’m not protecting him." Alice flustered, her face turning a little red. + +"It’s okay." Max said to Alice as he patted her shoulder and stepped forward. + +Alice nodded meekly, letting Max handle the conversation. + +"So, what do you guys want?" Max asked, turning to Nash and Erica. + +Enjoy exclusive content from empire + +Nash stepped forward and lowered his head at Max, sending daggers at him with his eyes. Max met his gaze without fear. + +"If you want to overwhelm me with your strength, then you might as well leave." Max said indifferently. + +Nash sneered. "I see you’ve become a lot cockier since the last time." + +Max glanced at him and shrugged. "You might be mistaken. I’ve never done anything that could be considered cocky." + +Nash chuckled before his expression turned serious. "We’re here to take the purple lantern back." + +Max smiled and took out the purple lantern. "This? I would very much like to give it away, but since it chose me as its master, I simply can’t return it to you." He said, sounding pitying. + +Nash smiled, expecting such an answer, and leaned toward Max’s ear. "Join our guild, and you can have the lantern as your prized artifact." He whispered lightly, so only Max could hear. + +Alice’s eyes narrowed as she saw that, but she didn’t interfere and trusted Max’s judgment. + +Max smirked. "I’ll neither join your guild nor give away this artifact." + +Nash’s expression turned ugly. "Kid, when someone offers you an olive branch, you should take it if you don’t have any other option." + +Max sneered. "Don’t act like a saint. Last time when Elena attacked me, neither you nor she offered a bit of help and only watched from the sidelines. So don’t expect anything from me." + +Nash glared at Max, and Max glared back. + +"What’s going on here? Are you two alright?" Just then, a concerned voice reached their ears. + +Max, Alice, Nash, and Erica turned their heads to see a group approaching, their serious expressions mirroring the tension in the air. + +A man in his early twenties with silver hair down to his shoulders, extremely handsome with silver brows, led the group and appeared before Max and the others. + +Max didn’t recognize him, but he could see one familiar figure behind him—Elena. His eyes burned with flames of hatred. + +"Allen Blade…" Alice muttered softly upon seeing the man leading the group. + +’Allen Blade?’ Max’s eyes widened slightly, and his expression turned solemn. He wondered what the Blade Family wanted now and what the number one genius of the Blade Family wanted from him. + +"Nash and Erica, could you two gentlemen give me some alone time with Max here?" Allen asked softly, his tone polite. + +Nash thought for a moment before stepping aside with a slight sneer on his face. + +Allen smiled and walked toward Max, observing him closely. "You’re qualified," he said, nodding to himself. + +Max frowned. "Qualified for what?" he asked. + +Allen smiled and said, "To join the Blade Family." + +Max raised an eyebrow in amusement but shook his head. "I’ve already joined the Phoenix Order Guild, and I’m not going anywhere else." + +"We’ll talk to the Phoenix Order Guild. There’s no need to worry about it." Allen said, smiling, his tone confident. + +Max frowned, his face darkening. "This has nothing to do with the Phoenix Order Guild." + +Allen chuckled. "It also has nothing to do with you whether you join our family or not." + +He added with a threatening tone. "It would also do you good if you join without us doing anything." + +Max’s face turned completely dark. He hadn’t expected the Blade Family to be this shameless, but if they thought they could corner him, they had no idea what he was capable of. + +"Hehehe." Max sneered, looking at Allen as if he were seeing an insect. "Are all the Blades this shameless? First, a bitch came to kill me out of nowhere, and now a dog came to recruit me? I wonder if the Blade Family is full of dogs and bitches." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-750.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-750.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..08caa0b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-750.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 744: Battle Resumes" +slug: "ch-750" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 750 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1014 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Ascendants are here! Everyone get back!" boomed a voice that cut like a blade through the thundering chaos of clashing blades and monstrous roars, as the officials of the Hunter Association erupted into swift, decisive action, their figures flashing forward to stand at the very forefront of the battlefield. + +Their presence radiated authority and iron discipline, and the sheer force of their energy rolled out in waves that seemed to momentarily stem the tide of the advancing Null horde. + +Just then, many middle-aged men appeared one after another, stepping into the blood-drenched arena as if they’d materialized out of thin air, each radiating an aura of quiet, lethal power. + +Every pair of eyes burned with steely resolve, every posture radiating an iron will honed through countless life-and-death battles. These were the elders of the Hunter Association—the guardians of the Middle Domain who held the line when chaos threatened to consume everything. + +Among them stood Elder Liam, his presence towering despite his lean frame, his robes stained with the scars of old battles. + +His eyes swept across the battlefield, sharp and cold as blades, before he raised his voice, his words echoing throughout the entire expanse like a rolling clap of thunder. "Those below the 5th level Champion Rank strength should retreat to the first circle!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the din as cultivators froze to listen. "Those whose strength is above that, but below the 8th level Champion Rank, retreat to the second circle!" + +The command carried the weight of absolute authority, and there wasn’t a single soul foolish enough to hesitate. In a battle where the Ascendants themselves had entered the field, no one dared overestimate their abilities. Pride was meaningless when their lives—and the survival of the entire region—hung in the balance. + +One by one, warriors began withdrawing, forming orderly lines despite the chaos that raged around them. Experts who moments before had fought side by side now parted ways, eyes scanning the skies and ground for signs of sudden attack even as they retreated. + +Max exchanged a quick, silent look with his team, his expression grave but calm, and with a sharp nod, he signaled for them to fall back. Together, they moved with measured speed, retreating toward the first circle as Elder Liam had instructed. + +Nearby, Max’s sharp gaze caught sight of Alice’s team, led by Margo, also pulling back in tight formation. Margo’s jaw was clenched hard, his iron sword now resting across his shoulders as he barked commands, while Alice moved fluidly among her comrades, eyes flashing with concern but her movements steady and precise. + +They too withdrew to the first circle, their faces tense as they kept glancing toward the surging tide of darkness that advanced across the battlefield. + +And then, with a sound like a collapsing mountain, the next wave of the enemy crashed onto the field—a monstrous, seething horde of Level 4, Level 5, and Level 6 Champion Rank Nulls. They came charging forward in an endless flood, their numbers seemingly without limit, easily numbering in the thousands. + +Each creature was a nightmare given flesh, towering taller and more grotesque than the lesser Nulls that had fallen before them, their twisted bodies writhing with unnatural muscle and studded with extra limbs, barbed tails, and countless glowing eyes that radiated baleful intelligence. + +They slammed into the defensive lines with devastating force, clawed limbs striking like hammers, and blasts of void-infused energy exploding outward as they tore into the formations of the Hunter Association. + +The blood-drenched ground trembled beneath their advance, and the air seemed to vibrate with lethal intent as the elders of the Hunter Association stepped forward, weapons blazing with radiant energy, ready to face the monstrous tide that threatened to engulf them all. + +"Everyone, prepare to battle!" roared one of the Hunter Association elders stationed along the hastily organized first circle, his voice booming across the blood-soaked battlefield like a crack of thunder, rousing the gathered cultivators from tense anticipation into immediate action as the monstrous wave of high-level Nulls came thundering toward them. + +The air itself seemed to quake as countless warriors braced themselves, their weapons raised and eyes gleaming with steely determination. + +And then— + +BOOM! + +The two sides collided with explosive force. In an instant, the entire front line erupted into chaos as cultivators unleashed a dazzling storm of attacks. + +Blades whistled through the air, leaving arcs of gleaming steel that flashed like lightning. Spears thrust forward in synchronized ranks, punching through Null flesh with bone-snapping precision. Elemental techniques erupted all around: swirling cyclones of fire roared across the battlefield, waves of crackling lightning streaked into the enemy ranks, and blasts of freezing wind exploded outward, scattering droplets of black Null blood like dark rain. + +Energy flared and collided, bathing the battlefield in shifting hues of crimson, gold, and electric blue. + +Seeing the wave of attacks crashing into the advancing Nulls, Max stepped forward calmly as he drew his sword in a single, smooth motion, the blade shimmering faintly with a deadly, ethereal glow. + +WHISH! + +With a single swing, Max sliced the air in a broad, horizontal arc, summoning his Severing Sword Concept to full power. A blade of sword energy burst forth from his weapon, screaming through the air like a living whip of silver light, stretching outward and cutting a clean path across the battlefield. + +In a fraction of a second, it struck a towering Level 5 Champion Rank Null barreling toward him, its grotesque body rippling with muscle and eyes gleaming like wet gems scattered across its hide. + +The blade of energy cleaved into the creature with effortless precision, and for a single heartbeat, time seemed to freeze. Then, the monstrous Null split apart, severed cleanly down the middle as if it were made of nothing but soft clay. + +Its two halves sizzled in the crimson light, the edges of the wounds instantly blackening and smoking as the creature’s flesh was scorched into charcoal. The pieces collapsed to the ground, falling with a dull, heavy thud as burnt ash billowed up around the corpse like black snow. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-751.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-751.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76ec5c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-751.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 745: Requirements for Void Hall" +slug: "ch-751" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 751 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What a strong strength..." gasped a nearby hunter—a Fifth Level Champion Rank expert—who’d paused in the middle of swinging his spear. His eyes were wide as he stared at Max, his mind clearly struggling to reconcile the sight he’d just witnessed. + +With his own strength, he knew it would take hundreds of carefully timed strikes, perfect footwork, and exhausting amounts of energy to bring down a Level 5 Null. Yet this young man, still only a Level 1 Master Rank in appearance, had reduced such a monster to ashes with a single, casual slash. + +He gasped at Max in awe and disbelief, unable to comprehend how such overwhelming might could exist in one so seemingly unassuming. How could he possibly know that even in his normal state, Max’s raw power was sufficient to utterly crush over ninety percent of Level 5 Nulls without so much as breaking a sweat? + +Nearby, Alice stood frozen amid the tide of battle, her hands blazing with flames raised halfway, eyes fixed on Max as an intense storm of conflicting emotions churned within her gaze. + +’His strength...?’ she thought, her lips parting slightly as realization dawned upon her in a cold, heavy wave. It hadn’t even been a year since she’d last seen him. In that time, she’d dedicated herself to training with all the resources of the mighty Four God Nation, believing that surely, she could close the gap between them, if not surpass him. + +But now, watching him carve down a Level 5 Null as easily as slicing through paper, she understood just how futile that hope had been. Her own strength had reached the Third Level of Champion Rank, a significant feat by any measure—but she knew in her bones that even she would struggle desperately against such a powerful Null, let alone slay it in a single blow. + +The sword Max had used had been an ordinary strike—no grand technique, no ostentatious display of energy—yet it had killed a Level 5 Null in seconds. It was then, amid the swirling chaos of shrieking Nulls, exploding energy techniques, and the screams of dying monsters, that Alice realized the truth she had been trying to deny: Max was moving forward at a pace no one else could follow, and even for someone like her, born with a divine bloodline, catching up to him might be impossible. + +Margo’s face was dark as a thundercloud, his jaw clenched tight enough that veins stood out starkly along his neck, his eyes pinned on Max with a mixture of seething frustration and grudging disbelief. + +He had never imagined—never—that Max, who was still technically only at the First Level of Master Rank, could wield such staggering power, cutting through Nulls that even seasoned warriors would hesitate to face. + +The sight gnawed at his pride like acid, turning every casual swing of Max’s sword into a personal affront that made Margo’s blood boil. + +Meanwhile, a ripple of bright energy surged through the otherwise grim atmosphere as Arlen and the others, still fighting their own fierce battles along the first circle, couldn’t help but break into wide grins. + +"Hehe, good job, Max!" Arlen called out, his voice echoing across the battlefield, brimming with genuine admiration and a trace of awe. + +The others joined in, shouting encouragement even as their weapons clashed and sparked against the claws and fangs of the attacking Nulls. Though they were themselves fighting valiantly, cutting down Level 1s and Level 2s with practiced precision, none of them could claim the almost casual efficiency that Max displayed as he tore through the monstrous horde. + +Max flashed a brief, calm smile in response. + +Without missing a beat, he shot forward in a blur of motion, his figure streaking like a black meteor toward the forefront of the first circle, where the chaos was thickest and only the strongest—fifth-level and sixth level Champion Rank Nulls—were running rampant, leaving a path of blood and shattered bodies in their wake. + +Arriving amid the turmoil, Max’s aura surged as he unleashed the full force of his Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword, his sword blazing with a fearsome light that cut through the crimson haze like a divine blade. + +Without hesitation, he launched into the Severing Flow Sword Art, his movements fluid and impossibly swift, each strike flowing seamlessly into the next. Every time his blade flashed, a Null’s monstrous body would split apart as though it were made of fragile parchment, no matter if it was a Fourth Level Null roaring toward him with gaping jaws, or a hulking sixth Level Null trying to batter him aside with crushing blows. + +Limbs and torsos fell away in perfect, bloodless slices at first—then the dark blood would erupt in gory fountains a moment later, splattering the churned earth and glistening off Max’s blade. + +Just like that, Max began a massacre so precise and relentless it was almost beautiful in its lethal artistry. He moved like a ghost amid the carnage, his sword singing through the air in arcs of silver light, cutting down Null after Null as if they were nothing more than vegetables laid out for chopping on a kitchen table. + +His expression was calm, detached, his eyes burning with quiet intensity, showing no hesitation and no mercy as he dispatched his monstrous foes one by one. And as he continued his relentless advance, his kill count began to climb rapidly. + +From twenty... to thirty... to fifty... and steadily toward the milestone of one hundred. Every kill registered on the hexagonal stone he carried, the glowing number etched upon its surface ticking upward like a silent testament to his deadly efficiency. + +He knew well that to earn the right to enter the fabled Void Hall of the Hunter Association, a hunter had to either accumulate a thousand confirmed kills of Nulls—a feat considered daunting even for the seasoned 2-star geniuses of the Middle Domain—or achieve the impossible and slay an Ascendant outright. + +Both paths were formidable beyond imagining, each representing a mountain that only the strongest and most determined could hope to climb. For Max, however, his path was clear. The thousand Nulls seemed like the more direct—and achievable—goal for him in this moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-752.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-752.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7407766 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-752.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 746: Gaining Recognition" +slug: "ch-752" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 752 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes glinted with cold resolve as he made that decision firm in his mind. Wherever he moved on the battlefield, he left behind him a wake of carnage: a litter of monstrous corpses sprawled across the red-soaked earth, severed limbs twitching, and dark blood hissing and steaming where it splattered upon the heated ground. + +Each step he took, each flicker of his blade, pushed him closer to that deadly number, as the horde of Nulls fell beneath his unstoppable advance like wheat before the scythe. + +This kid... his Level 2 Sword Concept is already edging into intermediate stage mastery. One of the elders, a seasoned expert tasked with overseeing the defense of the first circle, couldn’t help but pause mid-slash to watch Max, genuine admiration glimmering in his sharp eyes. + +It was a level of sword mastery typically seen only in peak Champion Rank experts who’d spent decades honing every nuance of their technique—and yet here was Max, standing at merely the First Level of Master Rank, carving through the battlefield as though he’d been born for nothing but slaughter. + +All around him, other experts and warriors battling desperately against the relentless surge of Nulls found themselves unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle unfolding amid the chaos. + +"Who is this kid?" one man gasped between heavy breaths, sweat and blood streaking his face as he barely dodged the claws of a snarling Level 4 Null. "He’s only at the First Level of Master Rank, and he’s chopping down Level 4 and Level 5 Champion Rank Nulls like he’s slicing through vegetables." + +"Yeah, right!" another hunter shouted back, his voice ragged from exertion as he slammed his blade into a Null’s chest. "In the entire first circle, I doubt anyone else has racked up even half as many kills as him. Look at that sword—every time he swings, a Null is cut perfectly in half. It’s insane how strong he is!" + +A third fighter, eyes wide as he parried another blow, couldn’t suppress his disbelief. "How can someone at the First Level of Master Rank have this kind of strength? It’s heaven-defying to possess such combat power so early. It’s just not normal." + +"True," an older expert chimed in, panting as he wiped splattered black Null blood from his cheek. "Either he’s a hidden genius from one of the Seven Overlord Forces who’s come here because of the Hunter Association’s mandatory rules, or he’s someone from the Four God Nation. No ordinary background could produce someone like that." + +Voices carried over the battlefield, even amidst the thunderous din of Null shrieks, clashing steel, and explosions of elemental energy. Awe and incredulity rippled through the ranks as more and more experts paused for the briefest moments to steal glances at Max, who was moving through the battlefield like a silent storm, his blade flashing in arcs of lethal brilliance. + +"Geniuses these days are truly getting more and more terrifying," someone else shouted as they slammed a fist blazing with fire into a Null’s skull. "The other day, over in the Battle Realm, there was that figure called White Death who defeated countless Level 3 and Level 4 Champion Masters—and even some 2-star geniuses. Left the entire place speechless! In the end, the whole Middle Domain erupted in chaos as the name of White Death spread wide and far, but to this day, no one knows who he really is—or even where he came from." + +Another expert gave a low whistle, ducking beneath a claw swipe. "Yeah, I heard that too. And now this kid shows up, massacring Nulls like he’s taking a stroll in the park. Makes you wonder if we’re all even cultivating the same way as these monsters..." + +Meanwhile, at the very center of these swirling conversations, Max continued to push forward, utterly focused, his Severing Flow Sword Art unfurling in seamless, fluid motions. Each slash of his sword sent high-level Nulls collapsing in perfect halves, black blood spraying like ink across the blood-drenched earth. + +The faint glow of his sword concept pulsed around him, a halo of sharp, invisible force that seemed to sever space itself, giving him an almost ethereal presence amid the hellish battlefield. + +To the warriors around him, it was as though Max stood apart from reality itself, a figure whose very existence challenged every notion of what an expert at his level should be able to achieve. + +And all around, the voices of both awe and disbelief continued to rise, as the experts and geniuses of the battlefield couldn’t help but talk among themselves, shocked and riveted by the sight of one young man, a mere First Level Master Rank genius, killing his way single-handedly through the endless horde of Nulls in the first circle, leaving nothing but corpses in his silent, unstoppable wake. + +’Huh?’ Max’s brow furrowed sharply as his eyes darted across the battlefield, his senses honing in on a surge of chaos flaring on one particular flank. Through the gaze of his Three Dimensional Body, he saw that the side where Alice’s team was fighting had suddenly become a focal point of the Null assault. + +The number of Nulls there was ballooning at an alarming rate, like a dark tide crashing ever higher, pouring in relentlessly with monstrous snarls and flashing claws. Even with several other teams fighting alongside Alice’s group, the experts there were struggling to hold the line. + +Max’s sharp eyes picked out warriors staggering back under claw strikes, formations breaking as Nulls clawed their way through gaps in the defense. Attacks that should have cleanly felled enemies were being overwhelmed by sheer numbers, and for several fighters, even defending themselves had become a desperate effort rather than a battle they could win. + +It was clear that if nothing changed, that side of the battlefield would collapse—and with it, the entire defense of the first circle could unravel into catastrophe. + +Seeing the peril, Max didn’t waste even a heartbeat. His figure flickered like a spark of lightning as he teleported across the field as he reappeared just before Alice and her embattled team. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-753.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-753.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9416166 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-753.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 747: Helping Alice’s team" +slug: "ch-753" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 753 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1159 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +No words were exchanged. Max simply lifted his sword, his expression transforming into one of cold, lethal focus. With a swift, fluid motion, he swung his blade, channeling the full might of his Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword into a single devastating slash. + +The blade hummed with contained power, its edge blazing with a silvery light that seemed to slice through reality itself. In an instant, five or six towering Nulls who had been lunging for Alice and her teammates were cleaved cleanly in half, their bodies splitting apart with a sickening hiss of black blood and sizzling energy. Dark ichor sprayed in graceful arcs as the pieces collapsed to the ground, twitching weakly before going still. + +Max’s eyes blazed with a brilliant blue glow as he lifted his free hand and muttered under his breath, "Magic Sword Barrage." The very air around him seemed to ripple as space twisted, and suddenly, a hundred glowing blue swords materialized overhead, each blade pulsing with fierce energy, the deadly aura of the Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword overflowing from them like radiant mist. + +The swords floated in tight, organized ranks, their points glinting menacingly as Max’s will flowed into them like water finding its path. + +With a silent, precise gesture, Max unleashed the blades. + +Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! + +The hundred swords shot forward like meteors, slicing through the blood-soaked air in dazzling streaks of cobalt light. Each blade moved with uncanny intelligence, adjusting its flight path as it honed in on the mass of Nulls flooding the field before Alice’s team. + +The glowing swords rained down upon the monstrous horde, cutting through the darkness in a blazing storm. Some swords cleaved straight through Null torsos, splitting them into halves that fell away like butchered meat. Others drove directly into gaping skulls, piercing through bone and brain matter with surgical precision. Many blades plunged into Null limbs and pinned the creatures screaming into the churned earth, immobilizing them and leaving them easy prey for the nearby hunters to finish off. + +The battlefield was momentarily bathed in blue light as each sword struck home, creating a staccato rhythm of metallic shrieks, wet impacts, and dying roars. In a matter of seconds, nearly a hundred Nulls lay sprawled across the earth, bodies shredded, heads lolling lifelessly, or pinned to the ground in pools of seeping dark blood. + +A brief silence rippled outward like a shockwave as the monstrous tide in front of Alice’s team abruptly receded, the sheer force of Max’s assault cutting a wide swath of space into the crowded melee. + +The hunters who had been on the brink of collapse took sharp, relieved breaths, regaining their footing and composure as the immediate pressure eased. + +The entire side of the battlefield seemed to breathe easier, the deadly chaos momentarily pushed back as Max lowered his sword, his aura blazing like a silent sun amid the blood and shadows. + +"Thanks," Alice said softly, her voice sweet as nectar, though it carried a faint quiver, the tension and adrenaline of battle still lingering in her tone. + +"No need to worry," Max replied, offering her a small, reassuring smile, his own voice calm despite the shrieks and roars echoing across the battlefield. + +"Let’s battle together," Alice urged, stepping closer to him, the edges of her red robe fluttering as arcs of phoenix flames coiled and flickered around her slender form like living ribbons of fire. + +"As you say." Max nodded firmly, and just like that, the two of them surged forward into the fray, blades flashing and energy crackling as they plunged back into the ocean of Nulls. + +Though they had started near Margo’s team, it wasn’t long before Max and Alice drifted slightly apart, the fluid dance of their combat drawing them into their own battlefield as they carved separate paths through the tide of monstrous enemies. + +Alice was a vision of beauty and lethality as she fought, her phoenix flames igniting around her like a blazing sun, each sweep of her sword trailing fire that shimmered with brilliant gold and deep scarlet hues. + +The Nulls screamed in unearthly voices as even the lightest touch of her flames consumed them, their bodies twisting and convulsing as they burned away into piles of blackened ash. + +Only the strongest of the monsters—those at the sixth Level of Champion Rank—had any hope of enduring her searing flames, and even then, they found themselves locked in deadly combat as Alice’s full strength poured forth to obliterate them. + +Max, for his part, flowed seamlessly around her, slashing through Nulls with his Severing Sword Art, his movements precise and economical, his blade shining with deadly radiance as it cut flesh and bone as easily as paper. + +Sometimes, he instinctively stepped in to assist Alice, striking down Nulls that lunged too close—but just as often, he held back when he saw the flicker of annoyance in Alice’s fiery gaze, the unspoken challenge that said ;I can handle this myself.’ + +And so, he balanced his interventions carefully, sometimes sweeping in like a storm to decimate a cluster of enemies, other times simply watching her fight with silent respect, trusting in her strength. + +Together, the two moved like a synchronized storm through the battlefield, a deadly yet graceful pair whose combined presence cut wide swaths through the monstrous ranks. + +It was impossible not to notice them—a striking pair, flames and sword light blazing around them as Null corpses piled in their wake, their cooperation so natural that it almost looked like a deadly dance choreographed in advance. + +But not everyone on the battlefield viewed the sight as beautiful. + +Margo’s face, already darkened with frustration earlier, had now turned almost black with suppressed rage. He stood a short distance away with his own sword dripping with Null blood, his jaw clenched so tightly that the veins stood out on his neck like iron cords. + +His eyes, shadowed by the chaotic glow of nearby fires, burned with poisonous jealousy as he stared at Max and Alice fighting side by side. Every swing of Max’s sword, every burst of Alice’s flames, felt like a slap across his face—an ever-deepening wound to his pride and authority, especially in front of his own team. + +It should have been him standing next to Alice, leading the charge, earning admiration and gratitude from his companions. Instead, Max was stealing the spotlight, overshadowing him entirely. The humiliation seethed in Margo’s chest, bubbling up into a toxic brew of resentment and hate. + +’Damn you!’ Margo cursed silently, his lips tightening into a thin, cruel line as his gaze swept over the tide of roaring Nulls still pouring across the battlefield. + +A sinister light flickered in his eyes, his expression twisting into something cold and murderous. ’You can’t blame me for doing this,’ he thought, a venomous determination hardening his resolve as his gaze lingered on the monstrous horde and then flicked back toward Max and Alice, calculating and cruel. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-754.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-754.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d14d1e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-754.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 748: Margo’s sinister move" +slug: "ch-754" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 754 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1165 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seeing Max and Alice engrossed in their deadly dance, their blades and flames weaving through the monstrous tide like threads of lethal light, Margo’s eyes flickered with dark resolve, the bitterness in his chest crystallizing into something sharp and cold. He clenched his iron sword tighter, feeling the weight of his hatred for Max dragging at his every breath. + +Slowly, he began to maneuver himself away from his team, his movements measured and deliberate, yet cloaked beneath the chaotic rhythm of battle. Each step backward or sideways was masked by a slash of his sword, a pivot to deflect a Null’s claw, or a sudden dash to avoid snapping jaws. + +He fought with just enough vigor that no one watching could accuse him of cowardice or of deliberately pulling away. To any observer, it would appear as though he was being forced to retreat under the relentless press of monstrous bodies, driven apart from his comrades by sheer battlefield chaos. + +Yet beneath that practiced illusion, his sharp eyes were constantly scanning the battlefield, calculating, plotting. He edged toward a place where the Nulls were thicker, clustering like a black tide gathering strength for a fresh surge. + +These were not the weaker Level 1 or Level 2 creatures but Level 5s and 6s, hulking beasts whose bodies rippled with coiled muscle, whose many glowing eyes swivelled in all directions as they sought new prey. + +Margo’s lips curled into a thin, sinister smile as he deliberately slashed only shallow wounds into the Nulls before him rather than finishing them off. He let them live just long enough to become enraged. + +When one lunged at him, he parried its claws but didn’t counterattack, instead stepping aside and allowing it to keep pursuing him. Another tried to grapple him, and he slammed the flat of his sword into its side rather than slicing it down, turning its fury onto himself but never striking to kill. + +Slowly, he gathered a dozen enraged Nulls around him, all howling, bleeding, their eyes blazing as they focused on his retreating form. + +Then, with a quick, subtle flicker of energy, Margo released a small burst of his own aura—not powerful enough to draw attention from distant elders, but just enough to stir up the Nulls even further, making himself the epicenter of their wrath. He feigned a look of desperation, his breaths ragged, sweat streaking down his brow as he performed his act for any potential onlookers. + +Finally, when he had the Nulls swirling around him like sharks scenting blood, he executed his plan with ruthless precision. Pretending to stumble backward, he twisted his body sharply and hurled himself sideways in a sudden burst of speed, leaving a gap where he had been standing moments before. + +The enraged Nulls, momentarily thrown off balance, surged forward blindly into the space he’d vacated—and Margo, with a quick spin, sent a powerful gust of energy sweeping out toward Max and Alice’s direction. + +The gust carried not only dust and blood-mist but also the thick, metallic scent of Margo’s own energy signature—a deliberate lure designed to trick the Nulls’ keen senses. The monsters, already crazed and looking for a target, caught the scent and instantly pivoted, their many eyes flashing as they fixed on the new prey. + +With guttural roars, the cluster of high-level Nulls charged toward Max’s position, their claws carving deep furrows into the earth, their fangs snapping as they hurtled through the carnage. The shift in their advance was so sudden, so seamless, that it looked like a natural consequence of the battle’s chaotic ebb and flow. + +Margo straightened, wiping a sheen of sweat from his brow as a cold, savage glint sparked in his eyes. He retreated swiftly into the press of his own team again, his expression schooled into a mask of weary determination. Inside, however, his heart pounded with dark satisfaction as he thought, ’Let’s see how long you last now, Max. Don’t blame me for what’s coming. You brought this on yourself.’ + +And as the tide of enraged Nulls barrelled straight toward Max and Alice, howling with bloodlust, Margo disappeared back among his team, leaving behind a deadly storm aimed directly at the man who’d humiliated him. + +As the horde of high-level Nulls came stampeding toward him, their monstrous roars blending into a single deafening wall of sound, Max’s eyes flickered sharply, a cold gleam flashing like tempered steel beneath the crimson haze of the battlefield. + +His sword never paused even for a heartbeat, continuing to cleave through the black tide of enemies, severing limbs and torsos in clean, precise arcs—but behind that smooth exterior, his mind was whirring like a spinning blade, piecing together every detail he’d observed over the past few moments. + +His Three Dimensional Body had tracked every subtle motion on the battlefield, weaving an invisible tapestry of sights, sounds, and flows of energy, and in that perfect web, Margo’s actions had stood out like an ink stain on white silk. + +Even as Max struck down Nulls with lethal ease, he’d seen Margo deliberately peeling away from his team, gathering a knot of enraged monsters around himself, then twisting aside to hurl the entire frenzied swarm directly into Max’s path. + +The deceit, hidden beneath the cover of combat chaos, might have fooled anyone else—but not Max. Nothing could remain hidden from the gaze of his Three Dimensional Body, at least not within the first circle where he reigned supreme in perception. + +’Conspiring even at this time...’ Max thought, his jaw tightening as he parried a Null’s sweeping claws, his sword flashing like quicksilver as it split the beast’s head apart in a geyser of black blood. ’We’re battling the greatest enemy of the Middle Domain, and he’s planning how to kill me? Ruthless enough.’ + +Yet Max’s anger did not manifest in reckless retaliation; instead, it hardened into icy focus as he silently formulated his counter. + +Just as the snarling tide of Nulls was about to crash into him, Max’s free hand flickered with a subtle gesture, unseen by any human eye amid the chaos. From the core of his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, a shimmering pulse of golden light blossomed and condensed into countless glittering particles, each no larger than a mote of dust, glowing faintly like tiny stars. + +They radiated a pure, divine brilliance—a sacred energy that carried a unique scent and energy signature irresistible to creatures attuned to void energies. + +Keeping his expression calm, Max controlled the golden motes with exquisite precision, drifting them invisibly across the battlefield like a faint golden mist. As Margo slipped back toward his team, a triumphant smirk hidden on his lips, Max released the glowing particles, guiding them on gentle currents of air until they settled silently onto Margo’s back and shoulders, clinging to the folds of his battle-worn robe like an unseen blessing—or a curse. + +It happened so smoothly that even the Nulls charging forward didn’t notice the change at first. But then the effect hit like a shockwave. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-755.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-755.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5192ecb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-755.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 749: Margo’s suffering" +slug: "ch-755" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 755 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1032 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The instant the golden particles clung to Margo, the surrounding Nulls—still mid-charge at Max—suddenly froze for a split-second, their many eyes swiveling away from Max’s position as they all simultaneously locked onto the source of the sacred glow. Their nostrils flared, tongues flicking out hungrily as they caught the potent scent of divine bloodline energy mingled with human’s aura. + +A low, collective growl rippled through the horde, building into a rising crescendo of shrieks and bellows as every Null within range went berserk, driven mad by the allure of the Heavenly Luminance energy now radiating from Margo’s back like an invisible beacon.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +And then, as one, the entire stampede shifted. + +The Nulls pivoted away from Max in a monstrous tide, claws tearing great furrows in the ground as they redirected their lethal momentum. They barrelled across the battlefield toward Margo, jaws agape and eyes blazing with rabid hunger, their roars now aimed at the man who had so recently tried to turn them into Max’s assassins. + +Margo, oblivious at first, whirled around with triumph still glimmering in his eyes—only for his smirk to shatter as he saw the monstrous horde bearing down on him. His face drained of color, eyes widening in sheer, frozen horror as dozens of Level 5 and Level 6 Nulls thundered straight for him, claws outstretched and fangs gnashing for his blood. + +Max watched the scene unfold, his sword lowering ever so slightly as a faint, sardonic smile touched his lips. + +And as Margo screamed and staggered backward, slashing wildly to defend himself against the raging tide of monsters he’d tried to weaponize, Max turned his attention back to the Nulls before him, lifting his sword once more, ready to resume his slaughter. + +"AGGGHH! Help me!" Margo’s scream tore across the battlefield, high and panicked, his voice raw as he swung his iron sword wildly, sweat and blood mingling on his face while monstrous shadows crashed against him from every side. + +His strikes were frantic rather than precise, fueled by pure desperation as a torrent of snarling Nulls clawed and bit at his defenses, their many eyes glittering with predatory hunger as they lunged for his flesh. + +Even his considerable strength at 5th level Champion Rank offered him little solace against the sheer number of monstrous bodies piling in around him, claws scraping across his defenses and tearing bloody gouges into his robes. + +His once-arrogant face was twisted into a mask of terror, his eyes rolling wildly as he staggered back, breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. + +"Young Master Margo!" came the cries of his team, who surged forward in a desperate effort to save him, blades and spears flashing as they tried to carve a path through the press of writhing black bodies. + +But it was painfully obvious, even as they hacked and thrust with all their might, that they were hopelessly outmatched by the ferocity and numbers of the high-level Nulls that had been lured toward Margo. Each swing of their weapons felled one or two monsters, but for every creature they slew, another three lunged forward, jaws snapping and claws flashing as they overwhelmed the small group. + +Blood sprayed in arcs, screams rose and fell like waves, and for an instant, it seemed inevitable that Margo and his team would be swallowed whole by the tide. + +"Senior Brother Margo..." Alice murmured, her brow furrowing in concern as she turned, phoenix flames swirling restlessly around her slender figure. Just as she opened her mouth to urge Max to intervene, the sky above them split open with a blinding flash of white-gold brilliance. + +Without warning, a sword slash descended from above, a single, colossal arc of light so radiant it seemed to carve a seam in the crimson clouds. The energy hummed with a piercing, high-pitched note, a divine resonance that drowned out even the roaring of the Nulls for the briefest instant. + +SHHHHRRRAAAA! + +In one sweeping stroke, the slash cut through the air, crashing down upon the swarm around Margo with cataclysmic force. The Nulls caught beneath it didn’t merely fall—they evaporated, their monstrous bodies disintegrating into black motes and ash under the searing brilliance of the attack. + +Screeches of agony filled the air for a heartbeat, then faded into stunned silence as the creatures were wiped from existence, leaving the ground around Margo scorched and smoking, littered only with faintly glowing embers drifting like fireflies through the blood-scented haze. + +It was an elder of the Hunter Association who stood at the edge of the newly cleared space, sword still outstretched, his robe billowing as residual sparks of power danced along the blade. His eyes were sharp and commanding as he surveyed the aftermath, his presence radiating a suffocating authority that made even the surrounding cultivators instinctively bow their heads. + +He was the elder responsible for the 1st circle. + +Ordinarily, the elders of the Hunter Association would never have intervened in such a situation. Death was an accepted—and expected—part of the battlefield, and it was well-known that twenty percent of those who came to temper themselves on the battlefield would never return. + +The elders, burdened with safeguarding the greater balance of the Middle Domain, could not afford to risk their strength for every struggling genius. + +But Margo’s case was starkly different. From high above, the elders had noticed how strangely he had become besieged by hundreds of high-level Nulls—far more than should have converged on a single individual. + +Whether out of suspicion, duty, or the simple impossibility of ignoring such an anomaly, they had been compelled to act. And so, with one decisive stroke, the elder had intervened, slicing away the immediate threat and saving Margo’s life, even as the air still shimmered with the fading echoes of his mighty sword strike. + +Margo lay panting amid the scorched ground, bloodied and shaking, staring up at the elder with wide, dazed eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to process how close he had come to being torn apart. + +Meanwhile, whispers rippled through the nearby experts, some marveling at the elder’s power, others casting furtive glances toward Margo, suspicion brewing behind their eyes about how he had managed to attract so many Nulls in the first place. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-756.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-756.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8874da9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-756.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 750: A Change in the situation" +slug: "ch-756" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 756 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1265 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Only Max stood amid the swirling carnage with a faint, almost devious smile curling at the corner of his lips, a subtle glint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as the echoes of the elder’s sword strike faded into the blood-scented wind. + +’My light energy really is the natural opposite of infernal energy... and vice versa,’ he mused silently, his mind drifting back to countless hours of intense training when he’d first begun exploring the power of his Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. + +During those sessions, he’d made a fascinating, almost dangerous discovery: whenever he tried channeling his light energy while tapping into his Infernal Demon Transformation, a violent clash would erupt within his body, the two forces warring like sworn enemies. + +It was as though the brilliant, pure radiance of his light energy and the dark, scorching malevolence of his infernal energy were mortal adversaries, locked in an eternal struggle to annihilate each other. They didn’t merely repel each other—they sought mutual destruction, each striving to erase the other from existence. + +He remembered vividly how even a small experiment in combining the two had sent shockwaves of pain searing through his veins, like molten silver and pitch-black poison battling inside his very marrow. + +That had been the day he fully realized: his light energy was the bane of his infernal energy—and vice versa. They were the embodiment of cosmic opposites, like day and night, light and shadow, forever irreconcilable. + +And while Nulls weren’t purely creatures of infernal energy, they bore within them a fragment of something dark and terrible: Mark. Mark himself was the essence of infernal power—a corruptive, void-born energy that gave the Nulls their monstrous strength and twisted forms. + +Max had long suspected that the same principles which made his light energy hostile to his own infernal side would also apply to these creatures carrying a sliver of that dark power within them. And he’d been right. + +When he’d scattered the shimmering motes of his Heavenly Luminance onto Margo, it hadn’t merely been a clever ruse—it had been a deliberate exploitation of the Nulls’ deepest instincts. + +Drawn by the radiance that opposed the darkness in their cores, the monsters had turned on Margo with frenzied bloodlust, as though driven by an irresistible compulsion to destroy the source of the energy that threatened to extinguish their very existence. + +Max’s smile lingered for a heartbeat longer, tinged with a cool, calculating edge. Margo’s near-death experience had been no accident—it had been justice delivered under the cover of war. + +But his satisfaction lasted barely a moment before a new ripple of danger tore through the battlefield like an unseen blade. + +"Die, humans!" bellowed a voice that seemed to echo from every corner of the bloody plain at once, deep and guttural, thrumming with a resonance that made the very air vibrate. + +Out of nowhere, a monstrous figure burst into the first circle, its arrival so sudden that even Max’s Three Dimensional Body only caught the flicker of motion a heartbeat too late. + +The creature was an Ascendant in full Vesper transformation, its towering body sheathed in glistening black plates that seemed to ripple like liquid shadow under the shifting crimson light. Jagged horns curled from its skull like the spires of a demonic crown, and its eyes blazed with molten crimson light, each step it took sending tremors rippling through the blood-soaked ground. + +Dark tendrils of void energy whipped around its limbs like living serpents, crackling with lethal force. Its aura alone was suffocating, pressing down on the battlefield like the weight of a collapsing mountain. + +Without hesitation, the Ascendant lunged forward, a single massive claw sweeping through the ranks of experts gathered near the defensive lines. Screams erupted as hunters at the First and Second Levels of Champion Rank were caught in the monstrous arc of the attack, their bodies torn apart with horrifying ease. Blood sprayed in great fountains, painting the ground in deeper shades of red as limbs and torsos flew through the air, crashing to the earth like discarded puppets. + +Max’s eyes snapped toward the creature. + +"An Ascendant broke into the first circle from the second circle!" came a frantic shout, the voice cracking with panic as it carried over the clashing sounds of weapons and the monstrous shrieks of Nulls. + +The warning ricocheted across the chaotic battlefield, heads snapping up even amid the thunder of combat, eyes widening as cultivators realized the gravity of what had just been unleashed upon them. + +Elder Vance, a tall man with a mane of silver hair tied tightly behind his head and eyes sharp as honed blades, stood near the perimeter of the first circle, his robes fluttering in the hot winds stirred by the clash of spiritual energies. + +His frown deepened, etched into lines of both concern and frustration as he watched the towering Ascendant rampage through the ranks of human cultivators. Each swing of the creature’s massive, clawed arms sent blood spraying in wild arcs, tearing apart hunters who scarcely had time to scream. + +Limbs and torsos fell like felled timber, the ground littered with twisted corpses, their blood darkening the churned earth beneath the crimson sky. + +Vance’s fingers twitched over the hilt of his sword, a muscle jumping along his jaw as his aura quivered with the urge to intervene. Everything in him screamed to act, to protect the young warriors who were now little more than prey under the monstrous Ascendant’s savage onslaught. But even as the desire burned hot within him, he felt a cold wall slam down upon his heart—a reminder of the brutal reality that bound his hands. + +There was a reason the elders of the Hunter Association stood back during certain moments, even amid the blood and screams. The elders were indeed allowed—expected, even—to intervene against Nulls. They were the guardians, the final shields who would step in if the tide of mindless monsters threatened to breach the human lines beyond repair. But when it came to the Ascendants, the rules were different. Terrifyingly different. + +A pact had been forged in blood and necessity between the two races: the senior Ascendants would refrain from interfering directly in humanity’s wars against the Nulls, maintaining a brutal yet fragile balance on the battlefield. + +But if an elder—a figure representing the higher echelons of human strength—were to attack and kill an Ascendant, the consequences would be catastrophic. It would provoke the senior Ascendants to retaliate in kind, possibly with entire squads of high-ranking monsters launching assaults against the human strongholds. + +Such an escalation could shatter the tenuous equilibrium and plunge the Middle Domain into chaos and mass slaughter, far beyond even the horrors already unfolding. + +So Elder Vance stood frozen, forced to endure the wrenching sight of human experts dying by the dozens, his hands curled into white-knuckled fists at his sides. The helplessness ate at him like acid, each scream driving a fresh wound into his composure. + +He cast his sharp gaze toward the second circle, silently willing someone—anyone—among the younger but powerful experts there to break away and enter the first circle to confront the Ascendant. + +But even a quick scan of the distant battlefield told him the truth: the experts stationed in the second circle were locked in a brutal fight of their own, battling Ascendants like demons unleashed, each duel radiating lethal force that sent shockwaves rippling across the field. + +Just as Elder Vance opened his mouth, ready to send an urgent message to First Elder Liam to plead for guidance—perhaps even permission to break the taboo—he caught a flicker of movement on the battlefield below. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-757.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-757.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4de54c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-757.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 751: Against an Ascendant" +slug: "ch-757" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 757 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +It was Max who finally stepped forward, breaking free of the swirling chaos as though emerging from the eye of a storm. For long moments, he’d held himself back, torn between instinct and cold calculation. The Ascendant rampaging through the first circle was a monstrous force, a creature whose strength dwarfed his own by an entire gulf. + +A Seventh-Level Champion Rank Ascendant was so far above his First-Level Master Rank cultivation that even the notion of confronting it bordered on madness. Every shred of rationality screamed that engaging would be suicide. + +And yet, Max’s gaze kept straying to the carnage—the twisted bodies of hunters littering the ground, their lifeless eyes staring into the crimson sky, blood pooling beneath them as the Ascendant’s claws tore through flesh and bone with ruthless precision. + +Each fresh scream drove the blade of rage deeper into his chest until he could no longer stand idle. + +Enough. + +With grim resolve settling like iron in his veins, Max lifted his gaze, locking onto the monstrous figure. His Three Dimensional Body locked onto every twitch of muscle, every surge of energy within the creature’s towering form, calculating trajectories and vulnerabilities even as his heart thundered in his chest. + +’Golden Sword!’ He thought, the words echoing like a vow through the depths of his mind. At his silent command, brilliant golden light burst forth in the air before him, swirling and condensing into the shape of a gleaming sword, each edge radiating a divine glow as if it had been forged from the essence of dawn itself. The sword hovered for a fraction of a heartbeat, blazing against the backdrop of crimson clouds and the black tide of Nulls. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his invisible sights upon the Ascendant’s chest, and then with a sharp mental flick, he released it. + +Whoosh! + +The golden sword tore through the air like a comet, trailing a blazing tail of pure luminance as it shot across the battlefield, the brilliance reflecting off blood-slicked blades and the glassy eyes of horrified hunters. It flew so fast that it appeared as a single golden blur, piercing the distance with a high-pitched whistle. + +Bang! + +The moment it struck the Ascendant’s chest, a thunderous boom rocked the battlefield. A radiant shockwave exploded outward, scattering dust, ash, and scraps of monster flesh in a wide ring. + +The Ascendant’s black, armored plates flared with crackling void energy as they met the force of the luminous blade. For a breathless instant, light and shadow battled in a sizzling collision, sparks of gold and black spraying into the air like celestial fireworks. + +And then, with a brittle crack, the golden sword shattered into countless fragments of light, dissolving into shimmering dust. But the attack had done more than merely break apart—it had driven the Ascendant back. + +The towering creature staggered several steps in retreat, clawed feet gouging deep trenches into the blood-soaked earth, its molten red eyes narrowing in surprise and sudden fury as it steadied itself. + +"He managed to push a Seventh-Level Champion Rank Ascendant back!" someone shouted, voice shrill with disbelief, echoing across the embattled field. + +"And he’s only at the First Level of Master Rank. Damn, he’s too strong. I’ve been watching him since he arrived, and he’s been killing Nulls like they’re vegetables," another expert exclaimed, eyes wide as he deflected a claw swipe from a snarling monster. + +"Yeah, in the first circle, he’s got the highest kill count by far. It’s understandable he’d step up when it mattered most," a third added, sweat dripping from his chin as he hefted his spear. "But can he actually kill an Ascendant?" + +"It’s impossible!" a hunter cried out, shaking his head emphatically as he ducked away from the slash of a Null’s blade-like arm. "No matter how strong he is, he’s still limited by his strength. A First-Level Master Rank can’t possibly match a Seventh-Level Champion Rank Ascendant!" + +And yet, as their voices rose and fell over the clash of blades and monstrous howls, every eye in both the first and second circles was drawn to Max, the lone figure who had dared to defy the monstrous titan standing amidst the storm of carnage. + +Skepticism warred with hope across their blood-smeared faces. For while Max’s performance since the gates had opened had been nothing short of staggering, the idea that he could stand against an Ascendant—a being whose very presence radiated death and destruction—seemed a miracle too far to believe. + +High above the blood-soaked plains of the battlefield, five figures stood suspended in the sky, their robes billowing like banners of authority against the churning red clouds, their auras so immense that the space around them shimmered with fluctuating waves of suppressed power. + +They were the five main elders of the Hunter Association, figures whose names alone carried weight across the Middle Domain, each of them wielders of strength and influence a level above that of ordinary elders like Elder Vance below. + +From their vantage point, they gazed down upon the chaotic tide of Nulls, Ascendants, and human cultivators, their sharp eyes glinting as they observed the unfolding clash. + +"This kid is worth spending resources on," Elder Liam, the First Elder, murmured, his deep voice steady and carrying a subtle resonance that seemed to ripple through the very air. He inclined his head slightly, watching Max with a flicker of admiration hidden behind his stern gaze. + +"Humph!" scoffed the Second Elder, folding his arms across his chest, his face carved into a scowl of doubt. His beard bristled like silver wire as he spoke, voice edged with skepticism. "I don’t think he’d survive even a single fist from that Ascendant. Let’s not forget, all he did was sneak attack. He hasn’t actually fought it yet." + +The Third Elder gave a quiet chuckle, his eyes sharp and shrewd as they reflected the golden flashes of Max’s earlier strike. "If worst comes to worst, we’ll just have to neutralize the Ascendant ourselves," he said, leaning forward slightly as if already preparing for action. + +He cast a meaningful glance at Elder Liam and nodded. "And I agree with Elder Liam. This kid is worth nurturing." + +The Second Elder’s expression darkened further, deep lines creasing his brow as his glare shifted toward his companion. "Are we really talking about breaking the rules again now?" he snapped, his voice low and brimming with restrained anger. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-758.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-758.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ba83dd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-758.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 752: Effective light energy" +slug: "ch-758" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 758 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1142 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Third Elder sneered, one corner of his lip lifting in disdain. "Breaking the rules? Are we? No, we’d merely be assisting in killing the ordinary Nulls, as we’re permitted to do," he said, his tone dripping with calculated indifference. "As for how the Ascendant ends up dead... well, that wouldn’t technically be our doing, would it?" His eyes glittered with cunning amusement as he tilted his head, as though daring the Second Elder to refute his logic. + +"Regardless," the Third Elder added, his voice turning contemplative as he turned his gaze back down to the battlefield, "I feel the white-haired kid hasn’t shown his full strength yet. Let’s see if he can rise to the opportunity and manage to kill an Ascendant or not." A faint smile curled across his lips, sharp as a blade. + +All this while, the Fourth Elder, a wiry man with hair the color of storm clouds and eyes so dark they seemed almost bottomless, had remained silent, his hands clasped behind his back as he observed Max with inscrutable calm. + +But now, he finally spoke, his voice as soft as drifting ash yet carrying an eerie weight. "If he does kill the Ascendant," he murmured, his tone measured, "then he would become the only figure in the Master Rank to have ever slain a Champion Rank Ascendant. That would be... unprecedented." His words trailed off into silence, leaving an echo of possibility hanging in the charged air. + +"Alright, enough out of you lot," Elder Liam interjected firmly, slicing through the brewing debate with the authority of one accustomed to command. His gaze remained locked on Max, unwavering and thoughtful. "Let’s watch the performance of this kid before we decide whether it’s worth intervening or not."𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +The five elders fell silent, their collective gaze focused like a row of celestial judges upon the battlefield below, where Max now stood poised, sword in hand, facing down the towering shadow of the Ascendant as the fate of the first circle—and perhaps far more—hung trembling in the balance. + +Using the precious moment while the Ascendant was still reeling from the golden sword strike, staggering backward as its monstrous limbs scrambled for balance, Max’s figure erupted in a blur of blinding blue lightning. In an instant, he vanished from his previous position, reappearing right in front of the towering creature, so close that he could see the faint void patterns crawling like black veins beneath its chitinous skin. + +As he materialized, Max’s entire form transformed in a dazzling spectacle of power: his flesh vanished beneath an armor of black scales that rippled like liquid obsidian, each scale edged in faint, luminous lines of gentle golden light. It was the full manifestation of his Dragon Scales Transformation, his draconic bloodline surging to its peak as he unlocked the full power of his six hundred Draconic Essences. + +His physique swelled with raw, unbridled strength, his muscles corded and trembling with tightly coiled force, and golden arcs of energy danced along his scaled arms like serpents of divine radiance. + +Max clenched his fist, feeling power coursing from his core to his fingertips like molten fire. In that critical instant, he summoned forth his Heavenly Luminance energy, infusing it into his gathered force. + +Golden light spiraled outward from his knuckles, swirling into a brilliant gauntlet of condensed luminance that wrapped around his clenched fist, crackling and flaring as if forged from the very essence of sunlight. His eyes, glowing with draconic light and steely determination, locked onto the Ascendant’s exposed chest as he thrust his arm forward with explosive speed. + +Bang! + +Max’s fist crashed into the Ascendant’s torso like a meteor striking the earth, the golden energy detonating outward in a radiant shockwave that tore through the air with a thunderous roar. + +BOOM! + +The Ascendant, caught entirely off-guard, let out a guttural roar as its towering body was flung backward through sheer, overwhelming force. Black blood sprayed from its maw in dark, oily ribbons, spattering across the churned battlefield like a burst of ink. + +The monstrous figure hurtled through the air, limbs flailing, before smashing into the ground with earth-shaking impact, stone and dust erupting in a geyser around its sprawling form. Deep trenches were gouged into the soil as the creature skidded backward for dozens of meters, claws digging into the ground in a desperate attempt to slow its momentum. + +’My light energy is indeed effective against him.’ The realization glinted in Max’s eyes as he lowered his arm, his scaled fist still glowing faintly with golden light. + +Seeing the Ascendant bleed from a few rapid, decisive strikes made confidence swell within him, sparking a fierce resolve that he could stand against even this towering foe. + +"How dare you, puny human, sneak attack me!" the Ascendant roared, its voice booming like a demonic bell as it finally gathered itself, staggering upright amidst the rubble and carnage. Its chest was marred by a massive, fist-shaped crater, black void energy flickering around the edges of the wound as it struggled to knit its flesh back together. Its expression twisted into an ugly snarl, crimson eyes blazing with both fury and wariness. + +"A light elemental user," the Ascendant snarled, its voice edged with reluctant respect as well as venom. "Your attacks strike deeper than others—but your strength is still only that of a First Level Master Rank. Forget about killing me." A sinister grin spread across its monstrous face as it spoke, void tendrils swirling around its massive frame like shadows preparing to strike. + +Without another word, its form blurred, vanishing in a ripple of distorted space as it lunged toward Max with terrifying speed, a dark fist the size of a boulder screaming through the air to crush him. + +Max closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, exhaling slowly as memories flashed through his mind like shards of golden glass—the image of Noah, a genius of the Bright Buddha Palace. He recalled the sensation of Noah’s strikes, the way his power was like gentle ripples hiding lethal force beneath calm waves. + +As the Ascendant bore down on him, Max shifted his stance, his scaled feet sliding across the blood-slick earth as he mirrored the posture he’d once seen in Noah. His entire body shimmered with golden light, radiant energy flowing around him like a halo. + +Moving with a deliberate slowness that belied the explosive power behind it, Max extended his right arm forward, palm open, as though gently pressing the air away. And then the palm turned into a golden palm just as he had seen on Noah. + +At that precise instant, the Ascendant arrived before him, its monstrous fist hurtling down in a killing strike meant to shatter Max into bloody fragments. + +Max’s eyes remained serenely closed as his right palm, blazing with a luminous golden glow, met the descending blow of the ascendant. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-759.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-759.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b55d1cd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-759.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 753: I am not strong. You are weak" +slug: "ch-759" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 759 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1022 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The moment Max’s golden palm met the monstrous fist of the Ascendant, the battlefield seemed to pause for the span of a single thunderous heartbeat. Blazing ripples of luminous energy erupted outward in concentric waves, lighting up the blood-drenched field like a sudden sunrise cutting through a storm. + +For an instant, a brilliant sphere of golden radiance encased both Max and the towering creature, crackling and shimmering as light and darkness warred at the point of impact. Then, with a deafening crack like the splitting of a mountain, the sphere burst apart, sending the Ascendant hurtling backward as though fired from a divine cannon. + +Its massive form flew in a wide arc, limbs flailing, black ichor spraying from fresh cracks that spiderwebbed across its armored torso. The creature crashed into the ground in the Second Circle, plowing through soil and shattered stone, carving a deep trench in its wake until it finally slammed to a stop amid a shower of dirt and rubble, its roars echoing in a mixture of pain and outrage. + +’My palm is strong... but it’s still lacking severely compared to Noah’s palm,’ Max mused, his brows furrowing even as golden light continued to fade from his scales and hands. + +He could feel the echo of the impact thrumming through his bones, not painful but vibrating with residual power. He understood perfectly where the gap lay. It wasn’t mere strength he lacked—it was the way of Buddha, that serene, all-encompassing spiritual resonance that Noah and the entire Bright Buddha Palace cultivated. + +Noah’s palm strikes carried not just force, but a profound sense of tranquility and cosmic balance, a force that seemed to harmonize the universe even as it destroyed. + +Max, no matter how strong his raw physical or elemental power, simply didn’t possess that spiritual enlightenment, and without it, his palm would always be a shadow of the original technique. + +Still, the raw might of his blow had been enough to completely overwhelm the Ascendant, forcing it back into the Second Circle where it rightly belonged. But that didn’t mean Max intended to remain behind in the First Circle slaughtering ordinary Nulls while the real threat brewed further ahead. + +From the moment the Ascendants had first arrived, Max’s instincts had burned with the urge to push forward to the 2nd circle area. The only reason he’d stayed in the First Circle for so long was because he hadn’t yet found the opening to go through. Otherwise if he had entered the 2nd circle area just because he could, he would obviously be reprimanded by the elders of the Hunter Association to go back to the 1st circle. + +Now, that chance lay wide open, carved into the battlefield by the force of his own palm strike.𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 + +Without another breath wasted, Max’s figure blurred into motion, blue lightning exploding around his form as his entire body flickered like a living bolt of storm-born light. His white hair streamed behind him like a comet’s tail, dragon scales glinting with flickering gold as he rocketed across the boundary that separated the First Circle from the Second. + +The moment Max’s boots landed upon the churned, blood-soaked soil of the Second Circle, a wave of intense pressure crashed over him, thicker than the oppressive heat radiating from the rivers of spilled blood running through this layer of the battlefield. + +His Three Dimensional Body immediately expanded outward like an invisible net, sweeping across the chaotic plain and recording every single fluctuation of energy, every movement, every scream of both human and monster. + +The Second Circle was a realm entirely different from the First—a crucible where the truly terrifying powerhouses clashed without restraint. All around him, experts of the Sixth, Seventh, and even Eighth Level Champion Rank were locked in savage battles against monstrous Ascendants, their attacks flashing like thunderclaps of color through the choking crimson haze. + +Giant pillars of elemental power rose and fell with each breath of the conflict, blasting Nulls and warriors alike into heaps of mangled flesh. If one dared to observe carefully, they would realize that the Second Circle had become a battlefield where Ascendant battles far outnumbered the struggles against lesser Nulls. + +Here, true life-and-death duels raged, and the ground itself was littered with more corpses—both human and Ascendant—than any mortal eye could count. Limbs, shattered weapons, and fragments of monstrous armor lay strewn amid steaming pools of blood, painting a gruesome tapestry of carnage beneath the dark, roiling skies. + +"How... how can you be so strong?!" gasped the Ascendant Max had flung into the Second Circle moments ago, its massive chest heaving as it finally forced itself upright. Its black-scaled torso was still marred by the deep, glowing imprint of Max’s fist, black blood seeping from cracks in its void armor as energy flickered unsteadily around its towering frame. + +Max tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a sneer so cold it could have frozen fire. "I’m not strong," he said mockingly, his voice smooth and edged like a drawn blade. "See, I’m just a level one Master Rank young man. It’s just that... you’re too weak." + +His Three Dimensional Body never once left its vigilance, and as he delivered the cutting taunt, his attention flicked briefly to another part of the battlefield. Amid the chaos, he zeroed in on one particular figure whose presence shone like a dark sun. + +That person’s entire body was shrouded in surging black flames, each fiery bloom swirling with malevolent intent as they battled an Ascendant of immense size and strength. + +Max’s eyes glinted sharply. ’Black Lotus Guild.’ That was the real reason he had forced his way into the Second Circle. The individual from the Black Lotus Guild was the key—he needed to push his own power to the next level. + +"I will kill you!" roared the Ascendant, its voice a thunderous bellow that rattled the shards of rock and bone scattered across the ground. Driven to madness by Max’s taunts, the creature lunged forward, its claws unfurling like scythes dripping with void energy as it slashed through the air, the sheer momentum sending a hurricane blast of wind screaming toward Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-76.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-76.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6122125 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-76.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 76: Bold Declaration" +slug: "ch-76" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 76 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1235 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Alice gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide with shock at Max’s audacious words. Beside her, Nash and Erica exchanged incredulous glances, struggling to process what they had just heard. + +Max’s tone was sharp, unapologetic, and utterly humiliating. + +No one had anticipated such a brazen insult directed at the Blade Family, one of the most powerful and feared families in the East Region. + +To call them "dogs and bitches" wasn’t just bold—it bordered on suicidal arrogance. + +Allen’s smile vanished upon hearing Max’s words, replaced by a cold and indifferent expression. "So, it’s true that you are quite arrogant—just as my sister had mentioned about you." + +Max shrugged. "A bitch and a dog came from the same family, so it doesn’t matter, does it?" He sneered, glancing at Allen and Elena. + +Allen smiled as if he didn’t care about Max’s words. "You’re good, but it doesn’t really matter to me what an ant says. Just remember my words." + +As he said that, he began to leave with Elena and his group, but Max wouldn’t let them leave so easily. + +"Dogs and bitches, tell Killian that I challenge him to a battle!" Max shouted, his voice reaching far and wide. "Tell him to prepare with everything the Blade Family has to offer, or else I, Max Morgan, won’t go easy on him in our battle." + +Allen paused upon hearing Max’s declaration, but he didn’t stop and disappeared from Max’s sight. + +Max chuckled afterward. "What a shameless family the Blade family is!" + +Alice sighed in relief once the Blades left. She had been on edge ever since Max had abused them with his words. + +"You really are crazy," Nash said from the side, his expression full of shock. + +Max shrugged. "What can I do? They are just so hateful." + +Nash shook his head. "But you shouldn’t have challenged Killian. He’s very strong—too strong for a level 10 Novice Rank. There are even rumors that he could fight with Apprentice Rank hunters with his current strength." + +He added, "While I know you’re also very strong—heck, insanely strong—your level is just too low to challenge Killian." + +Max smirked. "How about this? If I win against Killian, then you can forget about the purple lantern, but if I lose, you can have the purple lantern." + +Nash’s eyes narrowed at Max’s words, but he shook his head. "The Lantern of Purple Death is the property of the Lionheart Guild. We will take it from you one way or another." + +Max shrugged. "All the best to you and your guild then." He said, holding Alice’s hand and leaving. + +Nash sighed as he watched them leave and turned to Erica. "This guy is nuts. I can’t handle him." + +"Then I guess another mission failed," Erica said, smiling. + +Nash’s shoulders dropped as he shook his head in defeat. "Let’s go back." + +--- + +"Don’t you fear the Blade family?" Alice asked, her tone curious as they were leaving the core region. "You said such bad things to them." + +Max turned to Alice, his expression unusually serious. His eyes locked onto hers, and his tone carried the weight of conviction. "Alice, listen to me carefully," he began. "Never let fear control you. The moment you fear someone, you plant a seed of doubt in yourself—a seed that grows and festers until it becomes a wall you can’t break through." + +He continued, "And when the time comes to stand against them, you’ll already be defeated—not because they’re stronger, but because you let fear decide the outcome before the fight even began. That fear is the real enemy, Alice. Don’t let it take root. Don’t let it define you." + +His words hung in the air, striking a chord that left Alice momentarily speechless. She hadn’t expected Max’s thought process to be so deep. + +Max laughed wryly, seeing her expression. "These are the words my father said to me before he was gone." + +Alice nodded as if she understood. + +She then changed the subject. "You are ranked 17th on the Novice Rankings. I don’t think Killian would accept your challenge." + +Max sighed upon hearing her. "What can I do? Once in the rankings, I can only increase my rank further by defeating those who are higher than me. But I can’t seem to find them in the Battle Realm." + +He added, "But I have a way to make Killian accept my challenge." + +"What way?" Alice asked curiously. + +"Let’s head back to my cube," Max said, smiling as they headed towards his cube, talking with each other. + +--- + +As usual, a very large crowd surrounded Max’s cube, waiting for him to show up. + +"They never rest, do they?" Max chuckled as he arrived with Alice. + +Soon, someone noticed him, and only a moment later, the entire crowd turned their eyes to Max. Their faces flushed with fascination, some with greed. Even after he entered the top 20 rankings, there were still many who wanted to defeat him and steal his fame and ranking, just because they thought Max’s strength was still at level 6. + +"Max, will you fight the others in the rankings?" + +"Who will you fight next?" + +"Will you live stream your battles?" + +Questions were thrown at Max as soon as he showed up, asking about his next battles and such. + +"About that," Max said, his expression solemn. "I have an announcement to make for my next battle." + +"What is it?" + +"Tell us." + +"Announce it, Max."𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +The crowd stirred immediately, attracted by Max’s words. They became heavily curious about what his announcement would be. + +Max smiled and headed toward his cube. The crowd parted ways for him as he strode forward. The people in the crowd tapped their holowatches, ready to record whatever Max was about to announce. + +Arriving before his cube, Max turned to face the crowd, a confident smirk playing on his lips. His gaze swept over the gathered hunters, his voice calm yet laced with an undeniable edge of determination. + +"It’s time to shake the very foundation of the Battle Realm," he declared, letting the suspense hang in the air for a moment. The crowd leaned in, eager to hear what he had to say next. Enjoy new chapters from empire + +"I, Max Morgan, challenge Killian Blade—the so-called number one ranked hunter in the Novice Rankings." His tone sharpened, each word cutting through the murmurs of the audience. "But this isn’t just any challenge, Killian. I’m not here for a friendly duel. I challenge you because I believe you’re unworthy of your rank. From the depths of my soul, I disdain you and everything you represent." + +The crowd erupted in a mix of gasps and whispers. They couldn’t believe Max would say such words. + +"If you have even a shred of pride as a member of the Blade Family," Max continued, his voice rising, "then you’ll accept my challenge. Fight me here, in the Battle Realm, and prove your worth. Let the world see whether you truly deserve the title you flaunt." + +He paused, then added with a sly grin, "And to ensure absolute fairness, I propose the battle be live-streamed to every channel in the Battle Realm. Let everyone witness the truth—my true strength, and your inevitable defeat." + +The crowd exploded into an uproar, the audacity of Max’s words leaving them stunned and exhilarated. The challenge had been issued, and all eyes now turned to see if Killian Blade would dare to accept. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-760.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-760.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ef44ac5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-760.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 754: Max’s intentions" +slug: "ch-760" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 760 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But Max was already moving. Golden light exploded around him as he summoned forth his Heavenly Luminance energy in full, forming a brilliant golden sword crackling with divine luminance. + +This time, he didn’t hurl it from afar—instead, he gripped the hilt firmly in both hands, his black scales glinting under the shimmering glow as he shot forward like lightning. The battlefield blurred around him into streaks of red and black as he closed the distance in an instant. + +Clang! + +The golden sword collided with the Ascendant’s jagged, obsidian claws in a blinding shower of sparks. The force of their clash detonated outward like a bomb, sending shockwaves blasting through the ground and pushing back rivers of blood in rolling waves. + +Dust and gore exploded into the air as both figures were flung backward, skidding through the broken earth, each leaving trenches gouged deep into the battlefield by the sheer momentum of their retreat. + +But neither paused for even a breath. The instant Max’s feet touched ground, he lunged forward again, a golden comet streaking across the chaos. His sword flashed in a blur of light as he executed a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, each swing bursting with the pure essence of his light element, sharp and precise enough to slice through space itself. + +The Ascendant met him blow for blow, its claws slashing in brutal arcs, each impact throwing out shockwaves that cracked the ground and sent fragments of black stone spinning into the sky. + +Golden trails of sword light intertwined with streaks of obsidian as they battled in a whirlwind of close combat, each clash accompanied by thunderous crashes and explosive flashes. Max’s movements were a seamless fusion of speed, technique, and raw power, his figure constantly shifting in rapid flickers of blue lightning as he dodged killing strikes by mere hairsbreadths. + +He channeled every ounce of his Heavenly Luminance energy into his blade, each stroke leaving luminous gashes in the air that seared into the Ascendant’s void-forged flesh, drawing more sprays of black blood that hissed and sizzled on contact with the divine light. + +And yet, for every wound he carved into the Ascendant, the creature retaliated with savage fury, its fists hammering down like meteors, its claws raking sparks off Max’s scales. The ground around them fractured under the weight of their titanic blows, forming a spiderweb of cracks radiating outward as the duel raged on in a violent, mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. + +All around them, the Second Circle battlefield seemed to blur into insignificance as expertsand Ascendants alike paused, eyes wide, unable to look away from the impossible sight: a lone Master Rank genius holding his ground against a Seventh-Level Champion Rank Ascendant, their battle blazing so fiercely that it illuminated the entire hellish plain like a second sun rising amidst the carnage. + +’I can kill the Ascendant if I use my full power,’ Max thought as he battled on, each heartbeat pounding like a drum of war in his ears, his black-scaled form darting and striking with relentless precision amidst the rain of sparks and blood. + +Even as he exchanged furious blows with the towering monster, his sharp eyes were constantly shifting, tracking every ripple of energy across the battlefield, and slowly but surely, he maneuvered himself closer and closer to his true target—the figure from the Black Lotus Guild, whose presence pulsed like a dark sun amidst the chaos. + +It wasn’t that Max’s strength alone was sufficient to handle a Seventh-Level Champion Rank expert outright. He knew his limits well. At best, if he pushed himself to the very brink, he could handle a Sixth-Level Champion Rank opponent—but against a Seventh-Level Ascendant, he’d be severely pressed. + +The only reason he was managing to hold his ground, and even dominate flashes of the battle, was because the Ascendant’s nature was fundamentally vulnerable to him. His Heavenly Luminance light energy wasn’t merely powerful—it was anathema to the Ascendant’s void-forged existence. + +Each time his golden strikes landed, they seared deep into the creature’s defenses, disrupting its void energy and ripping gashes into its monstrous form. Whether it was sheer physical might or elemental advantage, Max found he could trade blows toe-to-toe with the Ascendant—something that would have been impossible under normal circumstances. + +Yet even with this advantage, Max remained cautious, his mind as calculating as ever amidst the frenzy. ’But that’s not how I want to kill him.’ If he unleashed his true potential—if he poured forth every hidden card, every concepts and techniques lurking in the depths of his arsenal—Max was certain he could crush the Ascendant and stand victorious. + +But doing so would be tantamount to baring his soul on this blood-soaked stage for all the eyes of the Middle Domain to see. He would reveal secrets that might be his only insurance for survival against greater threats looming in the shadows. + +Max had never been a man who showed all his cards unless he had no other choice—unless his life was hanging by a thread. + +And that was precisely why his attention kept drifting to the individual wreathed in surging black flames, an expert from the Black Lotus Guild, who was locked in vicious combat against another Ascendant not far away. + +Max’s eyes glimmered with cool, ruthless calculation. ’That’s my key.’ + +Just then, in a violent clash, Max’s golden sword met the Ascendant’s obsidian claws again, the collision detonating outward with a concussive boom that sent dust and shredded stone exploding into the air. + +The Ascendant’s brute force crashed into Max like a hammer into steel, and Max’s figure was blasted backward, tumbling through the smoky haze as his scaled heels dug trenches into the bloodied soil. Sparks flew as his scales scraped along jagged stone, and his body skidded across the battlefield, plowing through a swath of fallen corpses and blackened debris. + +And when he finally came to a halt, chest heaving, the dust cleared to reveal that Max had landed precisely where he intended: right before the Black Lotus Guild expert, whose black flames flickered ominously as he parried a strike from the monstrous Ascendant he was fighting. + +Their eyes met for the briefest instant—the Black Lotus expert’s gaze sharp and suspicious, Max’s burning with hidden intent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-761.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-761.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9207021 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-761.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 755: Showing off his Bloodline Suppression ability" +slug: "ch-761" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 761 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1045 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I am a secret member of the Black Lotus Guild. I have a task for you," Max’s voice rang out, clear and calm, like a blade slipping beneath armor, carried on a silent thread of voice transmission that slithered past the roaring din of battle. + +Even as he spoke, his body moved in a blur, scales shimmering with flashes of golden light as he evaded a claw strike from the howling Ascendant lunging toward him. + +Karl looked back at Max suspiciously. Karl was the name of the expert from the Black Lotus guild. + +Seeing that, a deadly glint shone in Max’s eyes as he subtly activated the unique aura of his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, sending a ripple of dark, oppressive power coiling outward from his core. He held it in tight control, enough that it wouldn’t hinder his combat effectiveness, but just potent enough to reach the man battling beside him. + +Karl, the Black Lotus Guild member, felt it immediately. A sudden weight slammed into his chest as though an invisible hand was gripping his heart and squeezing. His breath hitched, his black flames flickering erratically as he staggered a step, eyes going wide as he twisted his neck to stare at Max. + +His entire figure trembled under the invisible pressure, sweat springing across his brow as black flames sputtered around his fists. And the most terrifying part—this monstrous pressure, this suffocating force that made the marrow in his bones quake—was coming from a mere First Level Master Rank genius. + +"How... how can I believe you?" Karl rasped out, his voice laced with disbelief and barely suppressed panic as he blocked a brutal swipe from the Ascendant he was locked in battle with. His blade clanged against void-hardened claws, sparks flying in brilliant arcs as the force of the blow pushed him back a step. + +Max didn’t even look at him directly, eyes locked on the Ascendant before him as his sword flickered in rapid arcs, deflecting a barrage of lethal strikes. + +"Can’t you feel your bloodline being suppressed?" he transmitted coolly, his tone as sharp and precise as a knife’s edge. "My Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline is a source-grade bloodline. It can naturally suppress yours." His voice turned grave. "With enough suppression, I can make it so you will completely lose your bloodline power." + +As if to demonstrate his point, Max’s eyes glinted dangerously for an instant, and then he unleashed a surge of his bloodline power. For the barest fraction of a heartbeat, a crushing wave of darkness exploded outward from him, coiling around Karl like a giant serpent made of pure, inky blackness. + +Bang! + +Karl staggered violently as his flames vanished in a single sputter, extinguished as though snuffed out by a divine hand. His connection to his bloodline—the very power he relied on for both offense and defense—was suddenly gone, severed like a puppet’s strings. + +His eyes widened to the size of saucers, horror clawing at his expression as he stumbled backward, barely raising his arms in time to block another swipe from the Ascendant’s claws. The impact hammered into his guard, driving him three steps back, his boots gouging trenches through the blood-soaked ground. + +His face was ashen, beads of cold sweat rolling down his temples as realization dawned like a blade sliding into his chest. Because Karl wasn’t just any random expert—he was a genuine two-star genius of the Black Lotus Guild, a man who knew secrets the ordinary guild members couldn’t even guess at. + +And one of those secrets was this: even among the highest-ranking elders of the Black Lotus Guild, no one possessed the power to completely extinguish another member’s bloodline. They could restrain it, suppress it slightly, exert dominance over lesser bloodlines—but to utterly sever that connection, to the point where one’s bloodline abilities vanished entirely? That was simply impossible. Unthinkable. + +Yet Max had done it—to him, a two-star genius—without even breaking a sweat. + +Karl’s mind reeled, spinning with fear and confusion, because what this meant was simple and terrifying: Max’s Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline wasn’t just a high-ranking bloodline. It was something beyond their guild’s control, something so fundamentally superior that it could turn the power of the Black Lotus Guild itself into dust with a single thought. + +"All right. I believe you. What do you want?" Karl finally transmitted back, his voice taut but resigned, his eyes still wide with the memory of how easily his bloodline had been snuffed out like a candle. + +Even as he spoke, his battered body flared once more with black flames, coiling around his limbs and shimmering like sinister black silk as he braced himself against the next onslaught from the Ascendant he was battling. + +Max’s lips curved into a subtle, satisfied smile as he angled his body to parry another vicious swipe from his own Ascendant opponent. Sparks burst outward as their blades clashed, but his mind was entirely focused on Karl’s voice in his ear. "I want you to completely cover the entire Second Circle battlefield with your black flames—but don’t burn anything. Can you do that?" His tone was cool, businesslike, the same way one might discuss moving chess pieces on a board. + +"The entire Second Circle battlefield?" Karl echoed, his brow furrowing deeply, eyes darting around at the sprawling chaos all around them. Explosions of power rocked the ground as Ascendants and high-ranking cultivators fought tooth and nail, their roars and shouts drowning beneath the constant thunder of combat. + +Blood spattered the churned ground, bodies littered the trenches, and the thick stench of scorched void energy hung heavy in the air. To cover this entire vast space with flames was no trivial feat. + +"What?" Max shot back sharply as he twisted his body to evade a claw strike that smashed into the earth, sending rocks flying like shrapnel. "You can’t do it?" + +"No... it isn’t that." Karl lifted a hand to wipe sweat and blood from his brow, even as black fire crackled violently around his fists. "I’m just curious... why?" + +"Don’t think too much. Just do what I told you to do." Max’s voice grew colder, snapping with authority. His gaze never left his own monstrous opponent, sword flashing as he forced the Ascendant back with a flurry of blinding golden slashes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-762.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-762.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6181f57 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-762.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 756 - 4th level of Master Rank" +slug: "ch-762" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 762 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Karl stared at him for a moment, eyes gleaming with both suspicion and reluctant acceptance, and then gave a short nod accompanied by a weary shrug. "Alright," he transmitted, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He raised both arms, fingers splayed wide, and his body became engulfed in surging black flames so dense they looked like molten tar. + +Whoosh! + +An immense wave of black fire erupted outward from Karl, flowing into the ground like liquid night. Within moments, it spread in every direction, rippling through the battered terrain, weaving around rocks, corpses, and warriors alike. + +It slithered beneath the feet of every combatant—human and monster—until the entire expanse of the Second Circle battlefield was blanketed in a rolling, writhing ocean of jet-black flame. + +It did not burn. Instead, it glided over the ground like living shadow, cold and silent, casting a dark pallor across the scarred plain. The blood-drenched ground was transformed into a midnight canvas, the flickering black lotus patterns pulsating gently as if alive. + +From high above, it looked as though a titanic pool of ink had been poured over the battlefield, smothering the chaos beneath a moving, shimmering veil. + +Warriors glanced at the black flames swirling around their boots with confusion and unease, but none could spare the attention to investigate amid the relentless life-or-death clashes. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as a flash of sly triumph flickered through his gaze. ’Perfect.’ Even as Karl maintained the vast sea of black flames, Max subtly began channeling his own black flames, releasing it in fine tendrils that spread invisibly among Karl’s flames. + +His black flames intertwined seamlessly with Karl’s, merging like two rivers of dark oil until it was impossible to distinguish where one ended and the other began. + +Nobody—not even Karl himself—could perceive that a second source of black flames was now coiling through the entire Second Circle. Max had achieved exactly what he wanted. By using Karl’s flames as camouflage, he could extend his own black flames across the battlefield without attracting a single suspicious gaze. + +That was his plan all along. + +"Your light energy attacks are good—but don’t think they’ll help you forever!" snarled the Ascendant facing Max, its voice like metal scraping over stone, reverberating with venomous hate. + +As it roared, the eerie white glowing ring etched across its otherwise featureless, midnight-black face began to pulse furiously, shifting from ghostly white to an ominous, blazing red, as though drenched in fresh blood. + +Power exploded outward from the Ascendant in a wave of malevolent void energy, crackling like dark lightning. Without even a flicker of warning, its massive body blurred into nothingness, vanishing in a ripple of air so fast that even the blood mist swirling around them seemed to freeze in place. + +But Max, his white hair whipping around his face in the storm of chaotic energies, only sneered, his eyes glinting with a cold, savage intelligence as he felt the distortion in the air moving toward him like a tidal wave. + +’Wanting to devour me?’ he scoffed inwardly, utterly unfazed. At that precise moment, his gaze hardened to steel as he activated one of his most deadly soul abilities: Soulpierce Ascension. + +Instantly, an invisible spear of pure soul force erupted from Max’s consciousness—a razor-sharp needle of condensed mental energy, moving faster than sound, faster even than light. + +It shot forward in a silent, invisible streak, colliding directly into the Ascendant’s spiritual core just as it materialized inches away from Max, claws poised to rip him apart. The creature’s monstrous body stiffened mid-lunge, its void energy sputtering as the soul attack hammered into its mind, throwing it off balance and freezing its murderous momentum. + +Seeing the Ascendant staggered and momentarily helpless, Max wasted not even a single breath. His golden eyes flashed with ruthless clarity as he roared a silent command in his mind: ’Devour.’ + +In that instant, an invisible force rippled outward from him, sweeping across the entire Second Circle battlefield like a howling storm. The effect was immediate and terrifying. + +All around him, the corpses that littered the ground—whether they were mangled human experts, shredded Nulls, or even fallen Ascendants—suddenly burst into seething, roaring black flames. + +Flesh blackened and sizzled, bones cracked and splintered, and blackened smoke coiled into the sky in massive pillars as the dead were consumed in a frenzy of annihilation. The acrid scent of burning blood and seared bone filled the battlefield like a suffocating fog. + +One after another, the bodies disintegrated entirely, reduced to swirling motes of grey ash that danced briefly in the wind before vanishing altogether, leaving nothing behind but scorched, blackened patches of earth. The ground where the corpses had lain was now eerily empty, as if the dead had never existed at all. + +And as this cataclysm unfolded, a surge of indescribable energy roared into Max’s body, pouring into him like a tidal wave crashing over jagged rocks. His scales glowed brighter than molten gold, veins of dazzling light coursing beneath the obsidian surface of his transformed form. + +His muscles trembled as newfound power flooded through every cell, his aura expanding outward with thunderous force that sent cracks spiderwebbing through the battlefield beneath his feet. + +In the depths of his mind, a cascade of mechanical, emotionless notifications rang out, each word searing itself into his awareness like brands of triumph: + +[Energy increased by 100] + +[Soul increased by 50]𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +[Physique increased by 30] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 2 of Master Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 3 of Master Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 4 of Master Rank.] + +Max’s chest heaved as he stood tall, feeling his strength transform and solidify under the influx of essence and vitality harvested from the battlefield’s slain. His aura grew impossibly sharper, deeper, his spiritual sea churning like a golden maelstrom. + +In the blink of an eye, he had vaulted forward three entire levels, standing now at the Fourth Level of Master Rank. + +He lifted his gaze toward the stunned Ascendant still frozen in place, a savage smirk twisting his lips as luminous golden fire burned in his eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-763.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-763.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dfabd41 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-763.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 757: Killing the ascendant!" +slug: "ch-763" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 763 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1173 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Time for you to die," Max murmured, his voice dropping to a cold, echoing hush as the battlefield churned around him in a storm of screams, clashing steel, and crackling energies. + +His white hair lifted slightly as though caught by an invisible breeze, eyes glinting like molten suns as he raised one hand, fingers flexing in a precise, deliberate motion. In the next instant, three golden swords of pure light materialized out of thin air, each one burning with searing luminance, edges so sharp they seemed to slice the very air apart. + +They hovered around him in a silent, deadly orbit, radiating waves of destructive power that made the ground beneath his feet quiver and crack. Every blade was so dense with divine energy that even the surrounding void rippled and hissed as though recoiling from their presence. + +Each sword wasn’t merely light—it pulsed with the deadly precision of Max’s Level 2 Concept of Severing Sword, embodying the pure idea of severance, of finality. + +"Go!" Max commanded sharply, his eyes narrowing with lethal focus. + +In perfect synchrony, the three golden swords shot upward into the sky like blazing meteors, leaving behind trails of dazzling light that briefly painted the battlefield gold. + +Then, with a whistling sound like the tearing of the heavens, they swooped down as one, homing in on the Ascendant who still staggered under the weight of Max’s devastating soul attack, its limbs trembling, molten-red eyes unfocused, void energy sputtering and dimming like a dying star. + +The first sword struck with terrifying precision, plunging directly into the Ascendant’s chest. A deafening crack rang out as the sword punched through its void-forged armor, piercing straight into the creature’s black heart. + +Black blood geysered outward, sizzling as it evaporated under the searing heat of the divine blade. + +Before the creature could even scream, the second sword followed, arcing downward in a wide, gleaming slash. It cleaved through the Ascendant’s waist with a sharp metallic screech, severing its monstrous torso cleanly in half, the top half of its body sliding grotesquely aside as ribbons of void energy and black ichor sprayed into the air. + +And then the third golden sword, moving faster than sight, executed the final stroke: a swift, merciless horizontal cut that swept through the Ascendant’s thick neck. + +For the briefest instant, the creature’s head remained perfectly perched atop its shoulders, golden light illuminating the astonishment and rage frozen on its faceless features. Then the severed head toppled forward, tumbling through the air before crashing into the blood-soaked ground with a dull, final thud. + +A hush seemed to ripple outward from the epicenter of the kill, as if even the chaos of the battlefield paused in collective shock. + +Max exhaled a silent breath, lowering his arm as the three golden swords dissolved into radiant motes of light that floated gently away like drifting fireflies. His eyes stayed locked on the twitching remains of the Ascendant, fully aware that creatures like these possessed terrifying regenerative abilities. + +Unless their heads were removed, they were never truly dead. Now, with the head severed and lifeless, Max knew with absolute certainty the Ascendant was finished. + +"He... he killed him. He killed the Seventh Level Champion Rank Ascendant..." gasped an expert nearby, his voice ragged with disbelief, eyes bulging as he stared at Max as though witnessing a god descend into mortal flesh. + +"I thought he was just courting his own death by arriving in the Second Circle," another warrior stammered, wiping a streak of blood from his cheek with trembling fingers. "Who would have known he was hiding this kind of strength?" + +"Hiding his strength for sure," interjected a third, his voice low with a mix of awe and fear as he tightened his grip on his spear. "Look at him—he’s at the Fourth Level of Master Rank now. And just a moment ago, he was only at the First Level. He must have been concealing his true power all along and only revealed it after coming into the Second Circle." + +"Now that I think about it," muttered another, eyes narrowing as he studied Max’s figure standing amidst drifting golden sparks, "we don’t truly know who this kid even is. To have such immense strength at Fourth Level of Master Rank... that puts his status at the level of Heaven Grade geniuses—or maybe even beyond them." + +All around Max, stunned experts stared with expressions frozen between disbelief, reverence, and a flickering edge of fear. Their voices rose and fell in an incredulous chorus, blending into the continuing roar of the battlefield. + +High above the blood-soaked, thunderous battlefield, amidst swirling clouds heavy with the scent of blood and void energy, the five elders hovered in silent vigilance, their long robes whipping around them like streaming banners of authority + +The silence between the elders was like a crack in the storm until Elder Liam finally broke it, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and reluctant realization. "This kid... He is truly monstrous as a genius," he murmured, shaking his head slowly as though trying to dislodge the disbelief still clinging to him. + +He clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes thoughtful and faintly sorrowful. "I had thought to bring him under my own guidance... to nurture him along my path. But now I understand—he’s not someone who can be taught by any of us. His path... it’s beyond ours." His voice carried a rare note of humility, for it was not often that Elder Liam admitted there were talents out of even his reach. + +"Humph, it’s only because of his light energy that he managed to pull that off," scoffed the Second Elder, crossing his arms defensively as a sour look twisted his weathered face. "Don’t forget—he’s been hiding his true strength all this time. No wonder he dared to come into the Second Circle." His words were edged with a bitterness that barely concealed a flicker of grudging respect. + +The Third Elder let out a low chuckle, his sharp gaze still fixed on the battlefield below. "Light energy is indeed effective against Nulls and Ascendants, I won’t argue that," he conceded, nodding slightly. "But that alone doesn’t explain how a Fourth-Level Master Rank expert managed to kill a Seventh-Level Champion Rank Ascendant. That’s an impossible task for anyone else. His sword concept, his soul techniques, the way he manipulates light energy—all of it points to a level of mastery that surpasses mere elemental advantage." + +He paused, his eyes glinting. "This child... he’s a dragon hiding among men." + +The Second Elder snorted and fell silent, though his clenched jaw betrayed the storm of conflicted thoughts raging behind his eyes. + +Meanwhile, Elder Liam’s eyes remained locked on Max, the corner of his mouth curling upward into a faint, almost proud smile. His voice dropped to a near whisper, thick with both wonder and an elder’s curiosity. "Hmm? Looks like this kid isn’t done yet..." + +At his words, the other elders turned their attention sharply back to the battlefield, each pair of ancient eyes narrowing in fresh interest. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-764.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-764.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..429c255 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-764.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 758: Max’s intention to call them all" +slug: "ch-764" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 764 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’Time to kill all the Ascendants in this battlefield.’ The thought blazed like molten steel in Max’s mind, his eyes sharpening with a ferocious gleam that seemed to cut through the swirling blood mist and chaos around him. + +With his strength now at the Fourth Level of Master Rank, the energy boiling in his veins made him feel like a caged dragon finally unfurling its wings, and he was ready to tear this battlefield apart, piece by bloody piece. + +Without hesitation, he raised his right arm high above his head, fingers outstretched, black scales glinting in his skin. Brilliant golden light flared at his palm, condensing rapidly into three gleaming swords of pure luminance. + +Each sword hummed with lethal intent, edges crackling with threads of violent energy as they pulsed with the potent resonance of his Level 2 Concept of Severing Sword. The blades hovered in the air, slowly rotating around him like the celestial rings of a radiant sun, casting golden reflections across the shredded battlefield. + +In the same heartbeat, his body blurred into motion. Blue lightning erupted around him with a fierce crackle, bolts whipping across his scales like snapping serpents as he vanished in a streak of blinding speed. + +The ground beneath where he’d stood exploded outward in a shockwave of shattered stone and blood-splattered dirt as he rocketed forward. + +He materialized a heartbeat later directly beside Karl, whose own body was wreathed in black flames as he struggled desperately against a monstrous Ascendant towering over him. The Ascendant’s claws were inches from Karl’s fist, dark energy swirling around its limbs, its faceless visage twisted with monstrous glee at the prospect of the kill. + +Before either Karl or the Ascendant could react, one of Max’s golden swords detached from its orbit and screamed forward with surgical precision, a flash of blazing gold that cleaved the very air apart. The blade’s trajectory was swift, silent, and unstoppable. + +Shick! + +The golden sword sliced cleanly through the Ascendant’s thick, void-forged neck. For a fraction of a breath, the creature’s massive body remained eerily still, black void flames sputtering around the edges of its wound. + +Then its head toppled from its shoulders, black ichor spraying upward like a dark fountain as the severed skull fell and crashed into the ground with a wet, final thud. The creature’s colossal body followed an instant later, collapsing into the scorched soil with an echoing crash that rattled the earth. + +Karl stood frozen, eyes wide, black flames quivering around his trembling frame. His chest rose and fell as he stared down at the twitching corpse of the Ascendant. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, struggling to process what had just happened. He glanced sideways at Max, whose expression remained a mask of steely calm, the remaining golden swords still revolving around him like loyal sentinels. + +’Light energy?’ Karl thought, confusion and wariness twisting his features. ’Is he really someone from the Black Lotus Guild?’ Doubt coiled tighter around his heart as he replayed the scene in his mind—the effortless execution, the blazing divine light, the calm precision. + +No matter how he tried, he couldn’t reconcile that divine brilliance with the shadowy, poisonous arts of his own guild. + +’More.’ Max thought. + +He shot forward in another lightning streak, the jagged bolts trailing behind him like the tail of a celestial comet. His golden swords spun around him with an almost sentient precision, glinting like suns in orbit, each one humming with the lethal resonance of his Level 2 Concept of Severing Sword. + +In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside a towering Ascendant locked in brutal combat with a human warrior whose armor was cracked and splattered with blood, his eyes wide with panic as the Ascendant’s claw slashed toward his throat. + +Before that fatal strike could land, Max’s hand shot forward, fingers gripping the hilt of one of the golden swords now burning so fiercely that its edges glowed like molten gold. + +With a short, sharp thrust, Max drove the golden sword straight into the Ascendant’s chest. The sword met monstrous flesh and void-forged bone with a high, singing shriek, plunging through the creature’s black armor as though it were paper. + +The Ascendant let out a strangled roar, molten void blood erupting from its chest in a pulsing jet. Before it could even react, one of the two golden swords still floating around Max’s shoulders darted forward in a blinding flash, slicing across the Ascendant’s thick, featureless neck. + +The creature’s head flipped backward, severed so cleanly that the wound barely bled before black flames hissed and sputtered out. Its colossal body wavered and then collapsed like a mountain crumbling into rubble, the ground trembling under the impact. + +The human warrior staggered back, eyes round, too stunned even to speak as Max was gone again in the next heartbeat—a streak of lightning vanishing into the swirling darkness. + +Max reappeared ten paces away, where another Ascendant loomed over two Champion Rank experts who were desperately fending off the monster’s relentless assault. Void energy whirled around the Ascendant’s limbs as it smashed down its fists like black meteor hammers, each blow shaking the ground and blasting craters in the stone. + +Max lunged forward without a shred of hesitation, his sword slashing upward in a luminous arc. A single cut severed both of the Ascendant’s massive arms at the elbows, black ichor spraying in steaming arcs as the creature let out a guttural scream. + +One of Max’s floating golden swords spiraled down like a falling star, slicing a deep groove through the Ascendant’s chest, splitting its ribcage apart with a burst of golden light. The Ascendant staggered backward, choking on void energy bubbling up its throat, and Max followed through with a horizontal slash that carved clean through its neck. + +The creature’s monstrous head tumbled free, eyes already fading to glassy darkness as it hit the dirt with a sickening thud. The remains toppled backward, shaking the ground with a final shudder. + +The two Champion Rank experts who’d been seconds from death could only stare, sweat and blood streaking their faces, as Max turned away without even acknowledging them, lightning gathering around his feet once more. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-765.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-765.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dae3c0b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-765.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 759: One sided slaughter" +slug: "ch-765" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 765 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Again, Max flashed across the battlefield, moving like a bolt unleashed from the heavens. He found his third Ascendant target locked in a duel with an Eighth Level Champion Rank human expert, their clash sending out shockwaves that flattened soldiers around them. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, seizing the opening in an instant. His golden sword streaked forward, tip whistling as it pierced straight through the Ascendant’s lower back, erupting out its chest in a spray of void ichor. The creature roared in pain, its claws swinging wildly, but Max twisted his wrist, pulling the sword sideways in a vicious slice that split its torso wide open. + +The Ascendant stumbled, trying to turn toward him, but Max simply lifted one finger, and the last of his golden swords zipped forward like a guided missile, severing its head with a single blazing arc. The monstrous skull spun away through the air before smashing into a jagged boulder, leaving black blood smeared across the stone. + +And just like that, another Ascendant was reduced to a headless corpse collapsing into the rubble of the battlefield. + +All across the Second Circle, whispers and gasps spread like wildfire as warriors turned to look upon the white-haired young man who was cutting down Ascendants as if he were harvesting stalks of grain. + +’If I wasn’t using light energy, it would probably take me the full strength of my sword concept and sword techniques to bring them down... but with light energy, they’re just ants waiting for me to kill them,’ Max thought, his eyes glimmering coldly amidst the infernal storm raging through the Second Circle battlefield. + +His golden sword sliced downward in one seamless arc, splitting another towering Ascendant clean in half from crown to groin. Black void ichor sprayed into the air like a fountain, sizzling and evaporating as it touched the divine light, and the two halves of the creature’s corpse crashed to the ground with a bone-rattling thud, limbs still twitching as golden sparks danced across the severed flesh. + +From all corners of the battlefield, horrified gasps and incredulous whispers erupted, threading through the shrieks of combat and the relentless clash of weapons. + +"Is he even human at this point? He’s killing Ascendants like it’s nothing!" shouted a bloodied hunter, staring with wide eyes as Max stepped over the latest corpse, his sword already shifting to the next target. + +"Damn it, who the hell is he?! Since when did a genius like this show up in the Middle Domain?!" bellowed another expert, gripping his spear so tightly his knuckles turned white. + +"They’re Ascendants—not just any normal Nulls—but he’s slaughtering them like cattle. How is he doing this?!" cried a expert from one of the seven overlord forces, sweat dripping down his temple as he watched in raw disbelief. + +"Monster... he’s a complete monster!" someone else whispered, voice trembling as though speaking an unholy secret. + +But Max paid no mind to the voices rippling like a tide through the battlefield. His entire focus remained fixed on the Ascendants still prowling among the chaos. He was a blur of blue lightning, his figure flashing from one position to the next so swiftly it seemed like he was flickering between different realities.𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 + +In the next heartbeat, he was in front of another Ascendant whose molten-black claws were plunged into the chest of a human warrior, ripping out his heart in a spray of blood. Before the monster could even retract its claws, Max’s golden sword thrust forward like a lance of sunlight, piercing through its throat and bursting out the back of its neck in a detonation of golden light. + +Void ichor exploded around the blade as the creature spasmed violently. Without a pause, Max jerked the sword sideways, cleanly severing the Ascendant’s head from its shoulders. The monstrous skull flew through the air, twisting end over end before bouncing across the stones like a grotesque ball. + +Before the severed body even hit the ground, Max vanished again. + +He appeared behind a third Ascendant who was locked in savage combat with a group of three Champion Rank experts, the creature’s obsidian limbs whirling like scythes as it drove the human warriors back step by bloody step. + +Max’s golden sword swept horizontally, cleaving through the Ascendant’s lower back so swiftly that the creature didn’t even register the pain until it tried to turn and found its legs no longer obeyed it. It let out a rasping howl, void energy gushing from the severed stump of its torso, but Max didn’t even flinch. + +He lifted two fingers, and one of his remaining golden swords zipped forward like a guided arrow, punching directly through the Ascendant’s chest and bursting out its front in a radiant flare. The monster sagged forward, its entire form shuddering as its life winked out like a snuffed candle. + +Max exhaled slowly, his scaled chest rising and falling as golden motes drifted around him like drifting stardust. Blood—black and steaming—coated his sword and splattered his scales, but his eyes were as clear, utterly unfazed by the slaughter. + +The warriors, experts, and hunters scattered across the Second Circle could only stare, their eyes wide with awe, fear, and something close to religious reverence. Even seasoned veterans who’d battled on countless bloody fields felt chills crawl down their spines watching Max dispatch Ascendant after Ascendant with cold, surgical precision. + +These were monsters that even 2-star geniuses regarded as ultimate threats, creatures whose strength and regenerative powers could turn even a minor battle into a massacre. Yet here was Max—just moments ago a mere First-Level Master Rank—carving through them as if they were weeds beneath his blade. + +By the time the echoes of Max’s final strike faded into the blood-laden air, the Second Circle battlefield lay in a stunned silence broken only by the groans of the wounded and the distant, thunderous rumble of the First Circle still engulfed in war. + +Not a single Ascendant remained standing in the Second Circle. Max had killed them all, leaving behind a field littered with monstrous corpses and pools of void-black blood. + +And as the warriors turned their gazes toward him, it was as though they were looking upon something beyond human—a living blade forged for war, a solitary dragon descending from the heavens to sweep away the darkness. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-766.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-766.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31fe91c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-766.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 760: End of Battle" +slug: "ch-766" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 766 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Devour." The word left Max’s mind like a silent whisper carried on a midnight wind, even as his eyes glowed faintly under the crimson haze still hanging low over the battlefield. + +All around him, the black flames Karl had unleashed continued to ripple across the Second Circle like an endless tide of oily ink, casting shifting shadows that danced and twisted over pools of void blood and mangled corpses. It was the perfect cover, and Max intended to exploit it fully. + +Without moving a muscle, he called forth the abyssal pull of his Devour ability. From every fallen Ascendant strewn across the battlefield, an invisible tide of essence began to flow, as if some unseen vortex were sucking the very life remnants from their monstrous corpses. + +Black ichor evaporated into writhing wisps of void energy that curled and twisted through the air, funneling into Max’s body like rivers drawn to the sea. The corpses shivered and cracked as dark flames began to consume them, until one after another collapsed into piles of fine grey ash, leaving nothing but scorched scars upon the churned earth. + +Yet even as he felt power surging into his veins like liquid lightning, Max’s golden eyes flickered with restraint. He clenched his fists at his sides, suppressing the tidal wave of energy trying to expand outward and shatter the limits of his cultivation. + +He could feel the edges of a breakthrough clawing at him, begging to erupt and elevate his cultivation even higher. His draconic scales shimmered as raw power coiled beneath them, barely held in check. + +But he knew the battlefield was still too crowded with prying eyes. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to level up. It was just that if he leveled up it would too shocking to others. He had already leveled up three times before causing others to suspect that he was suppressing his strength. + +So he kept the flood contained, locking it behind walls of sheer willpower. He’d wait for solitude, somewhere far from these countless eyes, and only then would he drop his suppression and allow his power to blossom again. If his calculations were right, he’d likely jump another level or two once he unleashed the energy he was holding back. + +Following the slaughter of all the Ascendants, a strange quiet fell over the Second Circle battlefield. The roaring tide of combat ebbed away into muffled grunts and distant clashing. + +With no more monstrous Ascendants prowling among them, the warriors of the Second Circle—powerful experts ranging from Sixth to Eighth Level Champion Rank, all of them seasoned 2-star geniuses—found themselves facing nothing more than ordinary Nulls. And against experts of their caliber, those Nulls were swiftly cut down like brittle weeds. + +Steel flashed, elemental techniques lit the battlefield in dazzling bursts, and each strike found its mark with ruthless efficiency. What had been chaos moments ago became grim, methodical slaughter, as warriors worked in practiced formations to finish off the last of their monstrous foes. + +Only a few hours later, every last Null in the Second Circle lay dead, reduced to blackened corpses or drifting ash. And as the wave of warriors swept back into the First Circle to lend their aid, the tide turned swiftly there as well. Another hour passed, filled with the final roars of dying creatures and the crash of final blows—and then silence fell like a shroud over the devastated land. + +The war cry of humans faded into the eerie hush that follows great carnage. Blood-soaked ground steamed under the dim sky, littered with broken weapons and torn banners fluttering weakly in the wind. + +The battle between humans and Nulls—for now—was over. And in that silent aftermath, amidst drifting ash and whispering flames, Max stood tall and composed, hiding the storm of power thrumming just beneath his calm exterior, waiting for the moment he could finally unleash it. + +"Everyone, go back to the town gate!" one of the elders bellowed, his voice rolling across the battlefield like thunder, cutting through the fading echoes of combat. "The battle has come to an end—for now." His declaration was met by the collective sighs of thousands of warriors, hunters, and experts whose bodies bore the blood and dust of hours-long carnage. + +With the orders of the Hunter Association’s elders ringing in their ears, the weary fighters began retreating from the battlefield, streaming back toward the towering silhouette of the massive town gate that loomed in the distance like an iron sentinel. + +As the tide of humanity flowed inward, the colossal gates rumbled closed behind them, thick metal slabs clanging into place with a deep, final boom that signaled the temporary reprieve from the horrors outside. + +Once sealed inside the fortified town walls, the atmosphere shifted quickly from battle-driven adrenaline to exhausted relief. The warriors scattered across the town square, some limping, others carried on stretchers, while countless conversations hummed through the crowd like a rising tide. + +Many of the experts were eager to tally their merit points—an accounting of the number of Nulls they’d slain. These merit points were more than just numbers; they were currency, a means to exchange for powerful treasures, rare resources, or secret techniques from the Hunter Association’s vaults. + +For some, the risk of the battlefield was worth every drop of blood spilled for a chance to ascend in strength and status. + +Amidst this bustling throng, Max and Alice walked side by side, the sunlight catching the faint golden glow that still lingered in Max’s aura, a soft halo that seemed to cling to him even after the battlefield’s chaos had faded. + +Surrounding them were Max’s teammates—Arlen, Lena, Sana, Kael, and Varek—each of them grinning broadly, faces flushed with genuine pride and lingering adrenaline. Their eyes shone with excitement as they clustered around Max, unable to hide their awe. + +"Max, you were amazing just now!" Arlen burst out, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet. His eyes were round as coins. "You alone caused the battle to end! Do you even realize how big a deal that is? You didn’t just kill Nulls—you wiped out the Ascendants, the Vespers! That’s...that’s simply amazing!" + +Max chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in a rare display of modesty. "Hehe...it isn’t much," he said, though his calm voice carried a quiet confidence that belied the magnitude of what he’d accomplished. + +"How isn’t it much?!" Arlen protested, flinging his arms wide, nearly smacking Kael in the face. "You killed all..." He launched into an excited tirade, listing every monstrous feat Max had pulled off during the battle, from killing multiple Ascendants to single-handedly stabilizing the entire Second Circle. + +Alice, walking quietly at Max’s side, wore a gentle, serene smile as she listened to Arlen’s enthusiastic recounting and the chatter of the others. For a brief, precious moment, the weight of her identity—the responsibilities of being a princess of the Phoenix God Nation, the constant vigilance demanded of her by her family and her nation—seemed to melt away. + +In the bright sunlight, with the warm voices of Max’s friends echoing around her, she felt truly calm, as though this small circle of laughter and camaraderie was a sanctuary untouched by politics or duty. ’It’s only when I’m by Max’s side that I feel...truly at peace,’ she thought, her smile softening. ’Nothing else makes me this genuinely happy anymore... not since I came to the Middle Domain.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-767.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-767.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71742d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-767.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 761: Summoned by President of Hunter Association" +slug: "ch-767" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 767 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1097 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A few paces behind, Margo followed in silence, his expression dark and brooding. His once-arrogant posture was gone, shoulders slightly slumped, eyes lowered as he trailed after his own team like a shadow. + +The events of the battle replayed in his mind in merciless clarity—the sight of Max cutting down Ascendants, the golden swords cleaving through monsters that even seasoned veterans feared to challenge. + +Margo clenched his fists, swallowing the bitter taste of his own wounded pride. He had seen enough to understand one unshakable truth: Max was in a realm entirely beyond his reach. + +’Going against him would only bring me ruin,’ Margo thought, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he forced himself to remain silent, to fade into the background. He kept his eyes lowered, hoping that staying invisible was the wisest path for now. + +Just at that moment, as the sun spilled molten gold across the white-stoned streets and the tired voices of warriors filled the air, a figure emerged before them with a quiet authority that immediately stilled the small group. + +He was a middle-aged man whose long black robe rippled gently in the breeze, embroidered with delicate silver threads depicting ancient runes and coiling beasts. + +His hair was touched with streaks of dignified gray, swept back from a stern yet kind face lined by wisdom and age. His gaze, sharp as a blade yet filled with an unfathomable depth, fell upon Max with unmistakable focus. It was Elder Liam, First Elder of the Hunter Association, a name that carried weight like a mountain in the Middle Domain. + +"I am an elder of the Hunter Association. You may all call me Elder Liam," he said, his voice calm and resonant, carrying effortlessly over the low hum of conversation all around them. Though spoken gently, every syllable radiated a quiet power that made even seasoned warriors stand a little straighter. + +Then Elder Liam shifted his gaze fully onto Max, a faint but genuine smile brushing his lips. "I would like a word with Max alone." + +Hearing this, Arlen and the others exchanged glances, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and understanding. It wasn’t every day a figure of Elder Liam’s status singled out someone for a private conversation. + +Arlen clapped Max lightly on the shoulder, grinning despite his fatigue. "See you inside the Hunter Association, Max." With that, he and the others gave respectful bows to Elder Liam and drifted away into the milling crowd, their chatter quickly swallowed by the town’s noise. + +Alice lingered a moment longer, her phoenix-red hair catching the sunlight as she gave Max a soft, lingering look. "I’ll wait for you in the Hunter Association tower," she said, her voice low and warm, before turning and gliding back toward her own team, where Margo and the others were waiting in silence. + +Max watched them go, then turned his attention back to Elder Liam, inclining his head in polite respect. "Elder Liam, what can I do for you?" he asked, his tone humble. + +Elder Liam studied him for a long moment, a glimmer of admiration sparking in his eyes. "You are good," he said finally, his lips twitching into a small smile again. "In all my years, I have never seen a genius as monstrous as you." + +Max gave a small, wry laugh, scratching at the back of his white-haired head. "I believe Elder isn’t here just to praise me." + +"Indeed, I am not here for that." Elder Liam’s smile faded, replaced by a grave solemnity that made the surrounding air feel heavier somehow, like the moment before a storm. "The President of the Hunter Association would like to meet you." + +Max blinked, his expression shifting from polite curiosity to startled surprise. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, though a part of him had expected this outcome all along. + +The sheer scale of the feats he’d displayed on the battlefield—the slaughter of Ascendants—was bound to draw the attention of the Middle Domain’s highest powers. Still, hearing it confirmed sent a subtle ripple of unease and excitement down his spine. + +"The President of the Hunter Association?" he repeated slowly, absorbing the full weight of those words. His gaze dropped briefly as he considered the implications. + +The Hunter Association wasn’t just another faction vying for power in the Middle Domain. It was one of the rare neutral forces that stood on equal footing with the Seven Overlord Forces and even the mighty Four God Nation. + +Unlike other factions driven by politics, territory, or bloodlines, the Hunter Association existed for a singular purpose: to protect the Middle Domain by managing dungeons, hunting monsters, and eradicating threats like the Nulls and Ascendants. + +Their neutrality and unwavering dedication to the balance of the realm had earned them a respect that transcended national borders and sect rivalries. + +"I wonder what the President would like to meet me for?" Max mused, his eyes flicking toward Elder Liam, curiosity simmering beneath the calm surface of his voice. + +At Max’s question, Elder Liam let out a quiet chuckle, the lines around his eyes deepening as he folded his arms across his chest. "How would I know what goes through the President’s mind?" he said, shaking his head as though the very thought was amusing. "But one thing is certain: he seems... very interested in you." There was a subtle emphasis in his tone—a weight suggesting that "interested" meant far more than casual curiosity. + +Max fell silent for a moment, his gaze turning inward. A quiet, calculating light shimmered in his golden eyes as he considered the invitation. + +The President of the Hunter Association was no ordinary figure; he was one of the Middle Domain’s pillars of power, a man whose influence stretched across the entire region and who commanded respect even from the Seven Overlord Forces and the mighty Four God Nation. + +To be acknowledged by such a man wasn’t merely an honor—it was a rare opportunity, a door opening to endless benefits and protections. Connections like that could shield Max from enemies, grant him access to precious resources, and help him navigate the perilous web of alliances and rivalries that defined life in the Middle Domain. + +He exhaled slowly, his decision firming like steel in his chest. ’Acquaintance with the President of the Hunter Association can only bring me advantages. Besides, I’ve already exposed enough strength that I can’t remain hidden forever.’ + +"Lead the way," Max said finally, his voice low but resolute, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. + +Elder Liam’s own lips curved upward into a pleased grin. "Good. Follow me, then." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-768.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-768.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e886577 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-768.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 762: President William’s Offer" +slug: "ch-768" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 768 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1215 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Without another word, he turned and began striding toward the towering facade of the Hunter Association Tower. Max followed close behind, his white hair catching glints of sunlight filtering through high arched windows as they moved deeper into the heart of the grand building. + +The tower’s interior corridors were lined with marble floors that gleamed under soft, crystalline lights, and the walls were adorned with elegant pictures depicting scenes of legendary battles and ancient beasts being slain by heroic hunters. + +A quiet hush seemed to settle over the hallways, the weight of centuries of secrets pressing gently on the air. Max felt the presence of countless powerful experts concealed behind ornate doors, and the occasional ripple of potent energy hinted at just how formidable this place truly was. + +After navigating a series of winding staircases and guarded corridors, they finally stopped before a large, exquisitely carved wooden door inscribed with intricate runes that glowed faintly blue. Elder Liam turned to Max, his face regaining its solemn composure. + +"Go in," Elder Liam said softly. "He’s waiting for you inside." + +Max nodded, his expression unreadable, and reached out to push open the door. + +Inside, the room was striking in its simplicity. Despite belonging to one of the most influential men in the Middle Domain, it lacked ostentatious decoration. There were couches of dark wood and cream-colored cushions, a simple wooden table polished to a high shine, and shelves lined with neatly arranged scrolls and crystalline artifacts. Soft daylight streamed through enormous windows, casting gentle patterns across the floor. + +But Max’s attention was immediately drawn to the lone figure standing near the far window, gazing out over the city below. The man appeared to be in his late sixties, his back straight and imposing despite his age. His long hair, white as freshly fallen snow, cascaded down his back like a silken waterfall. + +Even without seeing his face, Max could feel the pressure emanating from him—a presence as deep and vast as the ocean, yet so still it seemed to swallow all sound. + +The old man exuded a quiet dominance, the kind that didn’t need roaring declarations or flashing techniques to assert itself. He was a man who had seen countless storms, whose every breath carried the weight of centuries of wisdom and battles fought in shadows and on open fields alike. + +"As expected of the genius chosen by the princess of the Great Ruler Domain," the old man said at last, his deep voice carrying the calm gravity of one who had stood at the pinnacle of power for decades, even as he slowly turned from the window to face Max. + +His piercing eyes, a color somewhere between the pale of old silver and storm-lit skies, fell upon Max with a mixture of sharp scrutiny and quiet curiosity, as though peering straight into the depths of his soul. + +Max’s eyes narrowed the instant he heard those words, the faintest ripple of surprise flashing across his usually composed expression. + +’He knows about my connection to Lyra?’ Max thought, a sliver of caution slipping into his posture. + +Without missing a beat, however, he dipped his head in a respectful bow, his white hair spilling forward like silk. "This junior greets senior," he said evenly, his voice polite yet guarded, every word chosen with precision. + +A faint, approving smile curved the old man’s lips as he regarded Max. "You have genuine respect for the elders. Good," he said with a quiet nod, his voice softer now, carrying a warmth that softened the imposing weight of his presence. + +Max straightened, his gaze unwavering but respectful. "It’s an honor for this junior to meet the President of the Hunter Association. Though I wonder for what task senior has summoned this junior for?" he asked, his tone perfectly balanced between curiosity and caution. + +The old man’s smile widened slightly, and he gave a small, graceful gesture as though waving away formality. "My name is William Vanheilm. You can call me President William." His voice rolled gently, carrying the kind of measured cadence that could soothe a raging storm or command an army with a single word. + +He paused then, folding his hands behind his back as he regarded Max with those glinting eyes. "I observed your battle just now, and I must say, I am quite shocked," he said, his words carrying a weight that resonated through the quiet room. "In all my years, I have witnessed many geniuses rise and fall. Each generation births monsters who burn bright for a time... and yet, your talent and potential are clearly a level beyond any I have seen." + +Max felt his brows pull into a faint frown as he listened, his golden eyes sharp and thoughtful. "What is President William getting at?" he asked directly, unwilling to dance around subtle meanings.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +President William chuckled lightly, shaking his head as a sigh slipped from his lips, a sound that seemed to carry centuries of fatigue and wisdom. "I am not getting at anything," he said. "At least, not in the way you might be thinking." + +He shifted slightly, the sunlight from the tall window throwing half his face into bright relief and leaving the other half in a soft shadow, as though mirroring the delicate balance of light and darkness in his words. + +"The thing is, I want you to join the Hunter Association." + +Max’s frown deepened instantly, the air around him growing subtly more tense. ’Join the Hunter Association?’ His mind raced as conflicting thoughts flashed through him. + +He had already pledged himself to the Great Ruler Empire and to Princess Lyra. He knew the politics and rivalries that defined the Middle Domain; to join another force, especially one as influential as the Hunter Association, would be to court disaster. It would bring shame upon the Great Ruler Empire—and worse, it would betray the trust Lyra had placed in him. + +Moreover, there was also the soul contract deal he had with Princess Lyra. Under this circumstance, he simply couldn’t betray her and the Great Ruler Empire. + +Before Max could voice his refusal, however, President William lifted one hand, as though gently brushing aside Max’s unspoken protest. "Before you refuse," he said, his voice low but firm, "listen to what this old man has to say first." + +He regarded Max with eyes that seemed to see straight through to his very intentions. + +"I know you have already joined the Great Ruler Empire," President William continued, his tone free of judgment. "And I have no intention of poaching you away from them. I understand loyalty—and the consequences of betraying it—better than most. Instead, I would like to invite you to the Hunter Association as a guest elder." + +Max blinked, taken aback, his mouth parting slightly as the meaning of those last words sank in. A guest elder—an honorary position that offered privileges, access to resources, and influence without demanding complete allegiance or forcing him to sever ties to his original force. + +It was a rare invitation, one seldom offered to anyone who wasn’t already a legend in their own right. And for the President himself to extend such an offer... it spoke volumes about how highly they valued him. + +A swirl of possibilities churned behind Max’s calm exterior as he pondered deeply about President William’s offer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-769.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-769.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f3330d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-769.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 763: Guest Elder" +slug: "ch-769" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 769 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1091 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I can join..." Max said slowly, the words falling from his lips like cautious drops of water into a deep, dark well. He hesitated for a heartbeat, the silence thick between him and President William. Then, he exhaled, his voice carrying a weight that spoke volumes. "But I have made some strong enemies you might not like facing." + +President William didn’t even blink, his expression utterly calm, the serene poise of a mountain unshaken by a mere breeze. "Enemies?" he repeated, his voice steady as polished steel, neither dismissive nor alarmed. "What enemies could possibly cause the Hunter Association to hesitate?" His gaze drilled into Max, those pale eyes glimmering with a cold wisdom that had seen countless storms and emerged unbowed. + +Max gave a small shrug, as though trying to pass it off as something trivial, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed the seriousness beneath his words. "Black Tortoise God Nation," he said quietly. The syllables hung in the air like the toll of a great bell, echoing through the stillness of the elegant chamber. + +For a brief instant, silence descended between them, heavy and absolute. It felt as though the entire tower held its breath. + +Then, to Max’s utter shock, President William sneered—a faint, dismissive twist of his lips that seemed almost out of place on his otherwise composed face. "Black Tortoise God Nation?" he repeated, his voice carrying a razor edge of disdain as he scoffed lightly. "Even if you had provoked the entire Four God Nation, I would still recruit you as a guest elder of the Hunter Association." + +Max’s eyes widened, genuine astonishment flickering across his face as his mind reeled. The Four God Nation. The collective might of four of the most terrifying superpowers on planet Acaris. + +An alliance of colossal forces whose dominion spanned continents, whose influence ran so deep into the veins of the Middle Domain that even overlord forces thought twice before challenging them. To Max, they had always been a distant behemoth—an untouchable mountain looming on the horizon of power and politics. + +And yet here stood President William, brushing them aside as though they were mere thorns in his path. + +Max felt the weight of the Hunter Association’s true power hit him like a wave crashing against rock. He had known the Association was strong—one of the few neutral entities standing shoulder to shoulder with the Seven Overlord Forces and the Four God Nation—but he had underestimated how deeply its roots ran, how fiercely its leaders could stand against the tides of the world. + +For President William to say those words so casually...it was like hearing the ocean promise to swallow a mountain without even causing ripples. + +A silent realization unfurled in Max’s chest, a mingling of awe and sudden wariness. ’Just what kind of existence is the Hunter Association...that even the Four God Nation wouldn’t make them flinch?’ He thought his expression full of astonishment. + +"I will join the Hunter Association as a guest elder then," Max declared at last, his voice clear and decisive, a quiet resolve gleaming in his golden eyes. He’d weighed the risks, the politics, the promises—and the unimaginable opportunity laid before him. + +To hesitate now, he knew, would be nothing short of foolishness. Not after President William had so casually declared that even the Four God Nation wouldn’t dissuade him. + +Max understood he was standing at the cusp of an entirely new realm of power and influence. To turn away would be to close the door on a future that might never open again. + +"Good." President William’s smile deepened, the faint lines around his eyes creasing with satisfaction as he reached into the wide sleeve of his robe. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he produced a small, square-shaped token carved from some dark, metallic crystal that shimmered under the room’s soft light like liquid midnight. With a casual toss, he sent it sailing through the air. + +Max’s hand shot up, catching the token with a soft clink. He lowered his eyes to inspect it, his breath catching slightly as he turned it over in his palm. One side bore his name, "Max Morgan," etched in crisp, elegant characters. + +Beside it, written in brilliant gold letters that glimmered under the shifting light, were the words "Guest Elder." On the opposite side was the Hunter Association’s logo: a stylized emblem of crossed swords wrapped by a coiling serpent and framed by concentric circles, emanating a subtle pressure that spoke of secrets, strength, and authority. + +"Since you have now become the guest elder of the Hunter Association, you are entitled to choose one of the Association’s techniques and one skill of your choice," President William continued, his voice as warm as it was commanding. The old man’s eyes glinted with quiet pride as he regarded Max, as though he were already imagining the young man wearing the mantle of even higher titles within their ranks. + +Max nodded, gratitude flickering in his gaze as his mind began to whirl through possibilities. But he hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking again. "What about inheritance?" he asked, his tone respectful yet edged with a sharp curiosity. + +At that, President William burst out laughing—a low, genuine rumble that filled the modest chamber with warmth. He shook his head, amusement dancing in his pale eyes. "Kid, don’t be too greedy," he said, his voice rich with good humor, though carrying the weight of absolute authority. "Guest Elders, no matter how special they are, are still only guest elders. They wouldn’t have the authority to access the core inheritances of the Hunter Association." + +He tilted his head slightly, studying Max with the piercing gaze of a man who had seen empires rise and fall. "But," he continued, leaning forward slightly, his expression shifting to one of sly confidence, "there is a hierarchy among the elders of the Hunter Association. Not all elders stand on the same level. The higher you rise, the deeper the secrets and the greater the treasures you’re allowed to touch. If you prove yourself worthy, who knows how far you might climb?"𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +President William waved a dismissive hand, as though to chase away lingering formality. "Now, go. Elder Liam will explain the finer details to you—your rights, your privileges, and the proper way to wield that token you’re holding." + +Max nodded silently, a faint glint of new determination flickering in his eyes as he turned and stepped out of the quiet room, the heavy door shutting behind him with a soft but decisive thud. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-77.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-77.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b9472ef --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-77.md @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 77: Teacher or Master?" +slug: "ch-77" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 77 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1289 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The crowd went wild at Max’s announcement. They hadn’t expected him to directly challenge Killian Blade, and never in their wildest dreams did they imagine he would do it in such a high-profile manner. + +It stunned them for a moment. + +The new monstrous genius, with his undefeatable winning streak, challenging the number one in the Novice Rankings drove everyone into a frenzy. Such events were rare in the Battle Realm, so Max’s challenge shocked the entire Battle Realm. + +After declaring his challenge, Max swiftly left the Battle Realm. + +Outside the Battle Cube, in the Battle Hall, both Alice and Max emerged. + +"That’s quite a bold challenge," Alice said, smiling. + +Max nodded. "It has to be bold. Otherwise, Killian would just make excuses like ’I’m not strong enough’ or ’First defeat those below me’ or something like that. That’s why I made the announcement. I believe he should accept my challenge now." + +Alice nodded and was about to say something when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure observing them. + +"Mother, what are you doing here?" Alice asked as she happily ran towards her. + +Max turned to see a middle-aged woman with red hair standing on the other side of the hall, her eyes glaring daggers at him. + +’How come Alice didn’t notice the strange look she’s giving me?’ Max wondered as he quietly followed Alice. + +Alice introduced her mother to Max. "Max, meet my mother. She’s the Leader of our guild." + +Max nodded and bowed respectfully. "It’s an honor to meet you, Guild Leader." + +Aurelia studied Max for a moment before speaking. "I’ve been hearing a lot about you lately." + +Max smiled wryly. "Master Sophia asked me to win as many battles as I could, and I did just that." + +Aurelia glanced at him and turned to Alice. "You go and lead Max to Sophia. She told me she had something for him." + +Alice nodded and turned to Max. "Let’s go." She said, leading the way. + +Max glanced between Aurelia and Alice before quietly following Alice. + +’That was intimidating,’ Max thought, sighing. When he stood before Aurelia just a moment ago, he felt an intimidating aura pressing down on him, but strangely, the pressure was very light. + +Meanwhile, Aurelia watched her daughter and Max disappear and thought. ’He is indeed a bit special, as Sophia mentioned.’ + +--- Discover stories with empire + +Along the way to the Arcane Order, Max, with a tone that suggested mild complaint, said to Alice, "Your mother is the Guild Leader, and you didn’t tell me about it before." + +Alice stuck her tongue out, saying, "I thought you already knew." + +Max sighed wryly. "I only knew that the leader of the Phoenix Order was a lady called Aurelia." + +He added, "And although I guessed you had a unique and high status in the guild, I couldn’t be certain." + +Alice smiled. "Everyone in the guild knows that." + +Max shook his head. "Yeah, everyone." His expression grew serious as he added, "But your mother was looking at me like she’d kill me with her eyes." + +Alice chuckled. "Hehe, my mother is like that with everyone." + +Max sighed. + +After some time, they arrived at the Arcane Order. + +"Big Sis told me to bring you here after your time in the Battle Realm," Alice said as she led Max towards the only castle-like modern building in the area. + +Max became curious. "Do you know what it’s about?" he asked. + +Alice smiled. "I know, but I won’t tell you." With that, she sprinted away from Max. + +Max smiled as he followed behind her. + +--- + +In a world supported by red flames as pillars, the ground was made of black tiles, scorched by the flames. A small, cloud-like white bubble floated in the air, and atop it sat Sophia Ember, the Master of the Arcane Order. + +Standing not too far from her was a young man with silver-white hair. + +"Max, from now on, I will be teaching you anything you want to learn," Sophia said to Max, surprising him. + +Max asked, "I thought that would only happen after I defeat Killian?" + +Sophia chuckled. "That was the plan, but I underestimated your strength a little." + +Max nodded in understanding. "I want to learn about Aura and Concepts." + +Sophia leaned her head on her hand and asked, "Tell me, what do you understand about Aura?" + +Max pondered for a moment and said, "It’s better if I show you." He extended his hand, and flames erupted from it. + +Focusing on the flames, Max infused them with Flame Aura, causing the intensity of the flames to burn hotter and fiercer than before. If the previous flames on Max’s hand were controlled, the Aura-augmented flames were like a surge of power on steroids. + +"Level 1 Flame Aura?" Sophia exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief as she stared at Max in shock. + +She had thought she might have underestimated his talent before, but now, seeing him effortlessly wield Flame Aura, she realized she had been completely mistaken. This wasn’t just talent—it was something far beyond ordinary. + +It wasn’t simply a case of underestimating him. No, she had failed to recognize the truth: hidden deep within Max wasn’t just potential—it was a monster, waiting to reveal itself. + +Sophia composed herself and asked, "So, what did your Aura do to your flames?" + +Max replied after some thought. "It amplified them." + +Sophia nodded thoughtfully and began to explain. "Aura has three levels in total. Regardless of how advanced one’s Aura might be, its primary purpose is to amplify attacks by infusing them with the essence of the Aura itself. However," she continued, her tone turning serious, "this is also where the limitations of Aura lie. It can only enhance—it cannot transcend." + +"And that’s where Concept comes in," Sophia continued, her voice tinged with reverence. "Concept is on an entirely different level. It’s said to have five distinct stages, each unlocking incredible abilities. Once someone masters a Concept, they can achieve feats that defy imagination—like creating a domain that bends reality to their will, or striking down opponents from miles away with a mere thought." + +Max’s expression turned full of astonishment as he heard her. + +She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "Concept isn’t just about power; it’s about control and understanding, a true mastery over the very essence of an element or force." + +Max nodded in understanding and asked, "What level of Concept do you have?" + +Sophia smiled sweetly. "Kiddo, you sure have a sharp tongue but I will tell you I’m just at level 2 Concept of Flames." + +"Level 2?" Max muttered, feeling that it was too low for someone of her strength.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +Sophia saw Max’s expression and glared. "You think my level of Concept is too low?" + +Max gulped and shook his head. "Definitely not. I was just thinking the weather is nice today." + +"Hehe, kid, I know what you’re thinking," Sophia smirked at Max and said. "You will understand in the future why mastering a Concept is a hundred times, if not a thousand times, more difficult than Aura." + +Max nodded, his brows furrowing in contemplation. "I have one more problem. How do I increase the level of Aura I’ve mastered? I’ve tried doing things, but nothing has worked so far." + +"Hehe," Sophia chuckled. "That’s where the real difficulty lies. Understanding an Aura and leveling it up are two different things." + +She gave some advice. "For now, stabilize your Flame Aura. I’ve noticed your control over Flame Aura is still very unstable, likely because it hasn’t been long since you learned it. So, I want you to have complete mastery over your level 1 Flame Aura. Focus on that first, and I’ll tell you later on how to increase its level." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-770.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-770.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fbd35d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-770.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 764: Divisions of Elders" +slug: "ch-770" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 770 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Outside, the wide marble corridor stretched beneath high arched ceilings, lit by golden lamps that cast intricate patterns across the smooth floor. Waiting patiently nearby, leaning casually against the carved balustrade, was Elder Liam, his dark robes shifting slightly as he straightened with an amiable smile upon seeing Max emerge. + +"Should I call you Max, or Guest Elder Max?" Elder Liam teased lightly, his eyes sparkling with a mix of humor and genuine respect, as though both mentor and equal stood in the same skin. + +"Elder Liam, I’m still young, so I’d prefer if you just called me by my name," Max replied, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the unfamiliar weight of the token resting in his pocket. + +Liam chuckled, his laughter echoing softly in the corridor’s vaulted silence. "Very well, Max," he said, inclining his head in mock solemnity. But his expression turned thoughtful as Max’s eyes grew more serious. + +"Elder Liam," Max began, his voice steady and curious, "President William mentioned something about levels among the elders. Can you explain that to me?" + +Elder Liam hummed softly under his breath, folding his arms as he pondered how best to distill such a complex structure. "Aside from the six assigned elders of the Hunter Association—the senior core who oversee the entire organization—there are hundreds of other elders," he began, his tone shifting into the rhythm of a practiced teacher. "These elders are divided into levels, from Level One to Level Five. It’s a way of organizing the hierarchy, privileges, and responsibilities within the Association." + +He met Max’s gaze directly, his expression serious but patient. "Since you’ve just been appointed as a Level One Guest Elder, there are limitations on what you can access. You’ll be allowed to exchange your merit points for techniques, skills, weapons, or treasures—but only those that fall within the scope of a Level One elder’s clearance. The higher your elder level, the greater the authority you have—and the more rare and powerful the items, techniques, or information you can claim from the Hunter Association’s vaults." + +Max nodded firmly, his expression calm but resolute as he met Elder Liam’s eyes. "I understand," he said. "Thank you for explaining, Elder Liam." + +Elder Liam’s smile returned, warm and approving, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good. I suspect you’ll be climbing those ranks faster than anyone expects," he said lightly. "Come. Let me show you where you can make your selections as a Guest Elder." + +And with that, the two of them began walking down the gleaming corridor side by side, the echoes of their footsteps trailing behind them as Max took another step deeper into the inner workings—and hidden power—of the Hunter Association. + +As they made their way deeper into the grand corridors of the Hunter Association Tower, Max glanced sideways at Elder Liam, his golden eyes bright with curiosity and sharp calculation. + +"So that means killing monsters, Nulls, and similar threats gives me merit points, just like how everyone earned their points in the battlefield?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with eager interest, already thinking of the paths he could take to amass power and resources. + +Elder Liam nodded, the motion smooth and deliberate, as though he’d answered this question a thousand times before. "Yes, merit points are the lifeblood of the Hunter Association," he explained, his voice carrying the easy cadence of a man who had long grown used to navigating the labyrinth of the Association’s rules and politics. + +"Those who aren’t members of the Hunter Association—like most independent experts or warriors from other factions—can still earn merit points, but they’re limited in what they can exchange for. They’re restricted to things like access to the Void Hall or items from the Level 0 Chamber." His tone dropped slightly, as though the term "Level 0 Chamber" carried a faint note of disdain. + +He shifted his sharp gaze back to Max. "For elders like us, though, the system is different. There are numerous ways to earn merit points. You can complete specific missions issued by the Association, many of which are posted in Hunter Association branches all across the Middle Domain. Almost every significant region has a branch office. So if you ever find yourself in any of those regions, it’s wise to look into the local Hunter Association missions while you’re there. They’re not just a source of income—they’re an excellent way to earn merit points, establish connections, and further cement your status." + +"I see. Thanks, Elder Liam, for clearing my doubts." Max dipped his head in gratitude, genuine respect glinting in his eyes as he absorbed every word. He was already formulating plans in the back of his mind. ’So there’s another avenue to accumulate resources and power, parallel to the Great Ruler Empire’s system. I’ll need to balance both.’ + +Elder Liam gave him a mild, approving smile. "Hmm. Well, you’re entitled to choose one technique and one skill from the Level 1 section as a newly appointed Guest Elder. Let me take you there." + +With that, Elder Liam turned, his dark robes billowing softly around his ankles as he led Max deeper into the massive tower. As they walked, he began explaining the complex inner structure of the Hunter Association Tower, his words painting a vivid mental map for Max to follow. + +"The ground floor—also known as the Level 0 Section—is accessible to non-members of the Hunter Association," Elder Liam said, gesturing around them as they passed tall archways adorned with silvery runes. "It’s where all those who participated in the battlefield today are gathering to exchange their merit points, often for items from the Void Hall or other lower-tier resources. It’s busy down there because that’s the level accessible to anyone who fights and earns points, even if they don’t belong to our organization." + +They ascended a broad staircase, each step polished until it gleamed like glass, reflecting golden light from chandeliers hanging high above. "The first floor, however, belongs to the Level 1 Section," Elder Liam continued. "Only elders with Level 1 status—or higher—can enter. It’s strictly guarded, and there are formations in place to keep unauthorized individuals from sneaking in. The Level 1 Section is where you’ll find the Level 1 Treasure Chamber, which contains techniques, skills, weapons, and various items suitable for those of your current rank. 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Powerful auras pulsed behind those doors like distant thunder, and Max could sense the weight of centuries of accumulated power hidden within. + +Elder Liam shot him a sideways glance, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Consider this your first step into a far larger world, Max. Choose wisely. What you pick today could shape your path forward in ways you can’t yet imagine." + +Max nodded, his eyes blazing with quiet determination as he followed Elder Liam through the polished corridors of the Hunter Association Tower, each step carrying him deeper into the heart of secrets and power he was determined to claim for himself. His mind was already working at lightning speed, planning and calculating how to leverage every advantage this new identity as a guest elder could offer. + +A while later, after passing several guarded staircases and hallways inscribed with faintly glowing runes, Elder Liam and Max finally arrived before the threshold of the first floor—a section forbidden to anyone beneath the status of Level 1 elder. + +The moment they stepped into the new area, Max could feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere, an undercurrent of power and authority that hummed in the air like a silent current. + +Around them, several middle-aged men and women moved with quiet purpose, exuding the calm confidence of seasoned experts, their auras faintly restrained yet undeniably powerful. Max cast them a few cursory glances, but quickly realized there wasn’t anything particularly special about the individuals themselves—it was what lay beyond them that mattered. + +Elder Liam, wasting no time, led Max deeper into the level, weaving past thick stone columns and bronze doors adorned with shifting formations, until they finally arrived before an imposing set of double doors inlaid with delicate gold filigree. + +"This is the Level 1 Treasure Chamber," Elder Liam announced, his voice low but filled with unmistakable pride. "Go on. You’re allowed to choose one technique and one skill of any rank from inside. Take your time, but choose wisely." + +Max nodded once more, his heartbeat quickening ever so slightly as Elder Liam pushed open the doors and ushered him in. + +Inside, the treasure chamber unfolded before Max like the inner sanctum of a hidden empire. The chamber was vast, its high ceiling supported by towering pillars carved with mythical beasts that seemed to shift and shimmer under the glow of crystal lanterns. + +Rows upon rows of display stands stretched out like organized legions, each stand holding a single treasure: weapons with blades that glowed faintly as though breathing, ancient artifacts inscribed with flowing runes, thick scrolls bound in golden silk, and thin jade slips emitting faint pulses of spiritual light. + +Max’s eyes swept across the chamber, noticing immediately that beside each weapon, scroll, or artifact was a small crystal tablet displaying numbers glowing in various colors. He understood at once that those numbers must indicate the merit points required to exchange for each treasure, an implicit reminder that every piece of power in this place carried a price. + +’Since I can take any one technique, then I’ll choose the strongest one out,’ Max decided, a sharp gleam lighting up his eyes as he walked further into the chamber. His keen gaze moved swiftly across the titles of countless techniques, dismissing many after only a split second’s scrutiny. Sword arts, movement techniques, elemental spells—there were plenty, and many exuded impressive auras, but none truly seized his attention. + +Then his gaze landed on a thick jade slip that seemed to pulse with a heavy, ancient pressure. The title carved into the jade glowed with a dull golden light: Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art. + +Max felt his breath hitch in his chest. A faint tremor ran through his veins as the energy resonating from the jade slip seemed to respond to something deep inside him. There were many reasons why he zeroed in on this fist art. + +First, its aura was overwhelming, brimming with a kind of raw, savage might that spoke of ancient beasts and unyielding force. But more importantly, Max sensed instinctively that this technique would harmonize perfectly with the power locked within his 600 Draconic Essences. A fist art would allow him to channel that monstrous physical strength and dragon bloodline potential directly into his attacks—without the constraints of weaponry. + +And the reason he hadn’t chosen a sword art was simple: none of the sword techniques available here held sufficient weight in their descriptions or energy resonance to warrant his choice. + +Max speculated, quite reasonably, that the truly formidable sword arts were secured within the higher-level sections of the Hunter Association’s treasure vaults—techniques that only Level 2 elders and above would ever have the privilege of seeing. + +Resolute, Max reached forward and lifted the small book gently from its stand, feeling a deep, booming pulse thrumming through his bones as though a colossal dragon and an ancient elephant were roaring together inside his chest. + +He turned and walked back to Elder Liam, the weight of his choice settled firmly in his hands, ready. + +"This technique?" Elder Liam exclaimed as he leaned forward to peer at the book in Max’s hands, his brows drawing together in a deep furrow, the fine lines of age standing out stark against his weathered face. + +He exhaled slowly, a faint tension creeping into his posture as he lifted a hand and tapped the edge of the jade slip with a finger glowing faintly with condensed spiritual light. "You should know, Max, that the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art isn’t some ordinary technique. It demands an extremely formidable body to practice it safely. Otherwise—" + +He paused, locking eyes with Max, his gaze sharp as a blade. "—otherwise, even attempting to practice it might cripple your meridians, rupture your bones, or outright kill you if your physique is too weak to endure the force it unleashes. Many elders far stronger than you have tried—and paid the price in blood and broken bodies." + +Max understood the requirements and that’s why he chose the technique in the first place. "I know," he said firmly, his voice low but filled with an unwavering certainty that seemed far older than his years. + +He tightened his grip on the jade slip, as though feeling the promise of unimaginable power thrumming within its cool surface. "But I’ve already decided." + +He didn’t bother explaining about his 600 Draconic Essences or the monstrous resilience of his body born from countless transformations and battles. He didn’t mention the bloodlines boiling in his veins or the terrifying physical strength he wielded even without drawing on his full power. Some things were better kept secret, even from allies. But his eyes conveyed the truth: he knew he could handle it. + +Elder Liam sighed heavily, shaking his head in resignation, the fine silver strands of his hair shimmering under the lantern light as they swayed with the motion. "You young ones..." he muttered, half in exasperation and half in admiration. "Always so determined to chase the hardest road." But even as he sighed, a flicker of respect shone in his eyes. "Alright then, if you’re certain, so be it. The choice is yours. Now, go on and choose a skill to accompany your technique." + +Max nodded once, the hard line of determination softening slightly as he offered Elder Liam a grateful look. Without another word, he turned and began moving through the vast hall once more, his eyes sweeping over the many dazzling displays of skill scrolls. + +Skills of every imaginable kind glowed faintly from their places on ornate pedestals, each one radiating its own unique aura—some sharp as lightning, others serene as moonlight, and still others pulsing like coiled serpents ready to strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-772.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-772.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3ebfdf6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-772.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 766: Path of Endless Devouring" +slug: "ch-772" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 772 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1080 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max moved quietly through the rows of gleaming scrolls. Yet amid the dazzling array of lethal arts and fierce auras, Max’s gaze eventually settled on something far less aggressive, a single delicate scroll resting on an obsidian stand, its parchment bound in faint silvery threads that shimmered like moonlight. + +Invisibility Cloak. + +The moment he read the name, something in his instincts told him this was the one. He reached out and carefully lifted the scroll into his hands, feeling the faint pulse of concealed energy thrumming within its delicate folds. + +’This skill might come in handy,’ Max thought, his mind already spinning with countless scenarios where such an ability could mean the difference between life and death, infiltration and discovery, or survival and annihilation. + +It wasn’t just about fighting power—it was about strategic advantage. And for someone like him, it was one of the must needed skills to have. + +With the scroll tucked under one arm and the book of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art secure in his grasp, Max walked back toward Elder Liam, who had been observing him from a respectful distance near the chamber entrance. + +Elder Liam squinted as he caught sight of the scroll. "Invisibility Cloak?" he repeated, his voice rising slightly in surprise. He reached out and tapped the scroll gently, as though making sure it was indeed real. + +"Kid, your choices really are the most difficult ones." His brow furrowed deeper, his expression caught between exasperation and curiosity. "From what I’ve heard, you’d need to cultivate that skill to at least level twenty or thirty mastery before you can become completely invisible. And that’s no easy feat. That could take you five—maybe even ten years—if you want it to reach a practical level. That’s not good for the current you. You’d be better off choosing something immediately useful." + +Max’s eyes glinted with a stubborn light, his face calm and polite as he inclined his head slightly in gratitude for the elder’s concern. "Elder Liam, I understand your words, and I appreciate your guidance. But I won’t change my mind." + +He had weighed his options thoroughly. The Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art would give him raw power—but the Invisibility Cloak would give him a way to survive when strength alone wasn’t enough. And Max had long learned that brute force was only part of the game. + +Elder Liam blew out a long sigh, shaking his head as though resigned to the iron will of youth. "Alright, alright," he muttered, his tone softening as he finally chuckled under his breath. "You’re as stubborn as a stone wall. Let’s go then." + +He turned and began leading Max out of the treasure chamber. The heavy doors swung shut behind them with a deep echo that rolled through the corridors like distant thunder. + +Outside, the level one section of the Hunter Association bustled with quiet activity. Several elders stood chatting in small clusters beneath tall arches, spiritual lights glimmering above them like gentle stars, while others browsed display cases or sat at stone tables quietly discussing strategies and alliances. + +The atmosphere was vibrant yet restrained, a place where strength and secrets intertwined seamlessly. + +Elder Liam gestured toward a broad open space surrounded by delicate lattice screens and soft lantern light. "This is where level one elders usually gather," he said, his voice once more carrying that warm, guiding cadence. "You’ll find plenty of allies—and perhaps a few rivals—here. Use it well." + +With that, Elder Liam gave Max a final nod and a faint smile, then turned and walked away, his dark robe trailing like a quiet shadow. + +’I should stabilize my level,’ Max thought, a glimmer of steely determination flashing in his eyes as he strode purposefully through the level one section of the Hunter Association tower. + +The quiet murmur of conversations, the faint rustling of robes, and the gentle glow of lanterns all faded into the background as he scanned his surroundings for a door marked with the elegant sigil indicating privacy. + +Without hesitation, he selected one of the private chambers—a privilege granted to elders for rest or cultivation—pushing the door open and stepping inside. + +These chambers were like luxurious sanctuaries designed to cater to elders who, in their lives of endless battles, needed moments of isolation. + +The interior reminded Max of a high-end hotel suite, albeit crafted entirely from spiritual wood and inlaid with gentle formations that shimmered faintly along the walls, pulsing with soothing energy to help ease fatigue and calm mind. + +The air itself seemed purer, filled with spiritual particles that glowed like faint stardust drifting lazily through the room. + +He crossed into the inner training room, sliding the partition door shut behind him until the faint click echoed in the silence. The space beyond was simple but refined—a soft jade floor, meditation cushions arranged in a circle, and a glowing formation etched into the center of the room. + +Max stepped into the formation, exhaling deeply as he finally let loose the fierce energy he’d been suppressing since the end of the battle. + +The release of his power was immediate and almost violent, like a dam bursting open. A wave of pressure erupted from his body, sending faint ripples across the jade floor and causing the lights in the room to flicker for a moment. + +His aura expanded, filling every corner of the chamber with a dense, suffocating presence. + +And then, right before his eyes, a crystalline window of notifications materialized in midair: + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 5 of Master Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 6 of Master Rank.] + +Max stared at the notifications, blinking once as the reality of his newfound power settled in his chest like a weight and a thrill all at once. + +’Two levels in a row—and counting the previous three levels, I’ve leveled up five times today.’ His thoughts hummed with sharp clarity as he absorbed the magnitude of what he’d achieved. + +The chaotic, ferocious battle against the Nulls and ascendants had not only tested his strength but propelled him forward in leaps and bounds. + +’The path I should choose to increase my strength should be the path of endless devouring.’ The realization resonated deep in his bones, fitting together like the final piece of a puzzle. + +The energy and essence of fallen enemies—Nulls, ascendants, even powerful humans—had become the fuel that drove his rapid ascent, and he could feel the addictive pull of it thrumming in every cell. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-773.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-773.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2b667f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-773.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 767: Learning the Storm King’s Inheritance" +slug: "ch-773" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 773 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1107 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s fists clenched at his sides, veins pulsing as a fierce light ignited in his eyes. ’Looks like I’ll have to join many such battlefields between the human races and the Nulls.’ + +His lips curled into a smile sharp as a blade. ’It’s good that I joined the Hunter Association as a guest elder. With that status, I should be able to gain entry to even higher-level battlefields in the future.’ + +He felt a rush of satisfaction and vindication. The decision to accept President William’s offer now seemed not merely wise—but essential. + +Yet, even as power coursed through him like a roaring river, a small flicker of unease sparked in the depths of his mind. ’Still...I feel like I’ve been leveling way faster these days.’ He couldn’t deny the slight chill creeping down his spine at the thought. + +Whether it was simply paranoia or some unseen force nudging him forward, he couldn’t tell. But the truth was undeniable: his growth was beyond normal, even for a monstrous genius. + +Though, as he felt the raw might surging within his veins, he couldn’t quite bring himself to complain. Instead, a quiet grin tugged at his lips. ’If fate wants me to rise quickly...then I’ll just keep climbing higher until no one can stand in my way.’ + +Following that decisive surge in strength, Max slowly opened his eyes, the golden glow receding as he exhaled a deep breath, feeling the dense new strength that now pulsed through every vein and muscle like molten metal. + +But his focus wasn’t simply on consolidating the raw power of his new levels. He still had unfinished business—an inheritance he’d risked much to secure. + +With the hum of residual energy swirling around him, he reached into his storage space and withdrew a handful of objects that glimmered faintly under the chamber’s lantern light: the Lightning Essence Stones.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +Each stone was no larger than a grape, crystalline and pulsing with tiny arcs of violet lightning trapped inside as if thunderclouds had been sealed into their cores. The light they cast flickered across Max’s sharp features, dancing in his eyes like starlight in a storm. + +Without hesitation, Max carefully placed the stones before him on the floor of the training chamber, sitting cross-legged once more as he began to prepare for the next step in his relentless path. + +He shut his eyes, sinking his consciousness inward, and summoned the fragments of knowledge branded into his memory—the instructions given by the Storm King’s inheritance. + +According to the vivid scenes that played across his mind, the first step in learning the Storm King’s inheritance required him to absorb the pure lightning energy contained within the Lightning Essence Stones and condense it into a small sphere—a tiny, blazing orb of electric might—nestled within his inner source where his core resided. + +That lightning sphere would serve as the seed of the Storm King’s true power, becoming a secondary nucleus of energy that could be cultivated and expanded over time until it grew to rival even his main core. It was a delicate process, requiring extraordinary precision and control. + +Max inhaled slowly, and as he exhaled, thin arcs of blue-white lightning began to flicker around his fingers, crackling like the whispers of an approaching tempest. He lifted one of the stones and pressed it gently against his chest, channeling his energy inward to guide the stone’s essence into himself. + +Almost at once, he felt the dense, volatile power surge into his meridians—a burning, needle-like current that hissed through his veins, so intense it nearly felt as if a thousand blades were carving lines of lightning beneath his skin. + +It was a painstaking endeavor. Every moment felt like trying to control a raging flood by hand, and the searing pain twisted through his body until sweat rolled down his temples and his breathing grew ragged. + +It took him nearly an hour just to fully draw out and refine the lightning energy from a single stone. Three hours later, he’d finally absorbed the energy from three stones, channeling every drop into a small, fiercely glowing ball of lightning that now hovered beside the dense sphere of power that was his core inside his inner space. + +The tiny lightning orb crackled with concentrated power, arcs of purple and silver energy lashing around its surface like chained serpents. + +But even as Max stared at the glimmering result in his inner sight, a deep frown creased his brow. ’The absorption process is so damn slow,’ he thought, irritation gnawing at the edges of his patience. + +He flexed his fingers restlessly, electric sparks crackling off his nails as he considered his options. ’I can’t simply devour the stones directly with my black flames—that would send all the energy straight into my body instead of condensing it separately into the lightning sphere.’ + +And that would defeat the purpose of the Storm King’s inheritance entirely. He needed that lightning essence to form a second reservoir of power, not to boost his raw strength level. + +He gazed down at the remaining stones, a dozen or more still untouched, each one quietly pulsing with restrained fury. Yet no matter how he tried, after absorbing three stones, he found himself unable to draw in any more. + +Each time he tried to continue, the lightning essence simply refused to merge into the tiny orb, as if some invisible barrier had formed inside him. + +’According to the inheritance, I’ll need to wait for a period of time for the ball of lightning inside my inner space to stabilize before I can absorb any more lightning essence stones,’ Max mused, his eyes half-lidded as he sat cross-legged on the cool jade floor of the private chamber, still cloaked in the soft glow of the room’s spiritual lights. + +’I’ve only absorbed three lightning essence stones and already reached a point of instability,’ Max thought grimly, frowning as he flexed his fingers and watched sparks snap and dance over his knuckles. ’It seems like either I’ll have to wait for a period of time after enough lightning essence stones—like nine of them—to reach the second stage, or I’d have to take the slow route and feed it a few stones at a time whenever my inner space stabilizes.’ + +He closed his eyes, running through the memories left behind by the Storm King in meticulous detail, recalling every image, every diagram, and every cryptic piece of advice. + +The ancient monarch’s deep voice echoed in his head, warning of the dangers of forcing too much lightning energy into the nascent sphere too quickly—lest it explode like a storm breaking free of its chains and tear the cultivator apart from within. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-774.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-774.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ac2f85c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-774.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 768: Entering the Void Hall" +slug: "ch-774" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 774 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1184 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s jaw tightened as the implications settled over him like a heavy mantle. ’Though I hope that the current instability arose because I just completed absorbing the three lightning essence stones required for the first stage of the inheritance. Otherwise, if I really have to absorb only three stones at a time, wait for stabilization, then absorb three more...it might take me over a month just to finish learning how to properly use this technique.’𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮 + +The thought of such a drawn-out process gnawed at his patience. + +Yet despite the uncertainty, a spark of triumph flickered in his eyes as he felt the throbbing presence of the new power nestled inside his inner space. ’At least I can now use the Brilliant Thunder stage.’ + +Even if the ball of lightning wasn’t fully grown yet, the first stage of the Storm King’s inheritance granted him the ability to empower his fists or weapon increasing their sharpness to a terrifyingly high level. + +Following the realization that he’d need time before he could further cultivate the Storm King’s inheritance, Max exhaled slowly, his breath crackling with faint electric sparks, and decided not to waste even a single moment. + +Sitting cross-legged on the smooth jade floor of his private chamber, he reached within himself and entered the Dimension of Time. + +Max stood alone in the center of of vast white world, his figure still radiating a faint afterglow of lightning energy as he gazed around with steely focus. He clenched his fists and nodded firmly. ’I need to train the Invisibility Cloak skill.’ + +Though it wasn’t a technique of explosive force like his sword arts or draconic abilities, Max instinctively knew this skill would be a trump card—a shield of shadows that could save his life in countless situations, especially with the enemies he was bound to face in the chaotic Middle Domain. + +And he wasn’t content with merely learning it at a basic level. No, he wanted mastery. Level 100 mastery. + +Time rolled forward relentlessly in his sealed dimension, though outside it was merely a single hour. + +Stepping back into the private chamber, Max opened his eyes, his irises shimmering faintly with residual silver light as he steadied his breathing. He rose smoothly to his feet, a faint smile tugging at his lips. ’This will definitely come in handy...’ + +After tidying himself up, Max left the level one section, descending the spiraling corridors of the Hunter Association tower until he finally stepped into the ground floor—the bustling level zero section, where non-elder hunters moved about in constant motion. + +Merchants shouted deals from behind counters, hunters haggled over equipment and monster materials, and everywhere spiritual energy buzzed like a silent hive. + +As he strode into the open space, he caught sight of a familiar group gathered near one of the towering marble columns. Alice stood there in her white phoenix robes, her vivid red hair shimmering like flames, chatting lightly with Arlen, Lena, and the rest of his team. + +"Max, you’re here! We were just talking about you," Arlen called out brightly, waving as though greeting a long-lost brother. + +Max tilted his head, eyes shifting between each of their smiling faces. "Oh? And what exactly were you all talking about?" he asked, curiosity flickering across his features. + +Arlen opened his mouth, but Lena interrupted him, folding her arms and stepping forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Forget about that for now. Max, you should try the Void Hall. It’s a magical place for sure! I haven’t even tried it and I am excited about it." + +Max lifted a brow. "What’s so special about it?" He knew that the Void Hall was a facility in the level zero section, primarily intended for hunters who were not true members of the Hunter Association like elders. But given his own elevated status, he found it hard to imagine what could be so special in a place meant for those of lesser rank. + +"You just have to experience it to understand," Arlen chimed in, nodding emphatically. "Trust me, you won’t be dissatisfied. It’s incredible. Just hearing about it makes me wants to enter that place but alas i don’t have enough merit points to enter that place." + +"Go ahead and try it," Alice added gently, her eyes bright with encouragement. + +Max let out a resigned sigh, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Alright, as you guys say so." + +With that, he turned, his robes fluttering lightly around him as he began striding purposefully through the lively hall, heading toward the distant, towering archway marked with intricate runes—the entrance to the Void Hall. + +In his mind, curiosity burned as fiercely as ever about the mysteries shrouding the Void Hall. Max’s eyes glimmered, reflecting the lantern lights scattered across the ceiling, and he couldn’t help recalling Princess Lyra’s firm voice echoing in his memory. + +She too had urged him and the others to make time to enter the Void Hall, emphasizing its value and potential. ’It seems the Void Hall is not a simple place at all,’ he mused, his brows knitting together in quiet thought as he navigated between bustling hunters, merchants, and warriors hurrying from one counter to another. + +Despite being in the level zero section—the ground floor meant for those outside the official ranks of the Hunter Association—the aura surrounding the Void Hall’s domain felt distinctly different. + +Not long after, he quickly arrived before a massive arch-shaped doorway carved from black stone, set into the far wall of the ground floor. Above the arch, the words "Void Hall" were etched in flowing silver script that shimmered as if breathing. + +Unlike other sections guarded by stationed elders or attendants, there weren’t any guards flanking the entrance, nor bustling lines of people waiting to get in. Instead, a narrow beam of red light pulsed steadily across the threshold, humming faintly, as though the entrance itself possessed a will, silently judging whether one was worthy to cross. + +Max slowed his steps and reached into his storage space, fingers brushing against the cool, faceted surface of the hexagonal stone the Hunter Association had issued him—a stone that recorded his merit points from the recent battle against the Nulls. + +Holding it firmly in one hand, he stepped forward, planting himself squarely before the archway. + +The red light instantly responded, flaring brighter as it swept across him from head to toe, then focused on the merit stone in his palm. A soft chime rang out—a high, clear sound like a single note plucked from a celestial harp—and the red beam shifted, flowing like liquid fire until it glowed a vivid emerald green. + +With a smooth, almost imperceptible groan, the enormous stone doors of the Void Hall slowly parted, cool mist wafting out from the crack as a pale light spilled through. The mist coiled around Max’s ankles, carrying an electric tingle that made the tiny lightning essence swirling inside his body respond in kind, crackling faintly beneath his skin. + +Drawing a slow, deliberate breath, Max took a step forward, his figure slipping past the threshold and into the mysteries of the Void Hall. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-775.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-775.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a8b229 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-775.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 769: Void Hall" +slug: "ch-775" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 775 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped through the swirling mist and into the Void Hall. The interior of the Void Hall wasn’t some single cavernous chamber, nor was it a plain vault lined with treasures and relics as he might have expected. + +Instead, it was an endless labyrinth of shimmering corridors, their walls constructed from gleaming, translucent crystal that reflected soft waves of blue and silver light. Countless doors and passageways branched off in all directions, each one marked with luminous glyphs, like veins of starlight etched into the surfaces, and faint currents of spiritual power drifted through the air, humming like distant celestial music. + +People moved silently through these corridors, their footsteps muffled as though the very air was enchanted. Max could see them vanishing into doorways that seemed to ripple like water as they passed through. + +He sensed that each chamber hidden behind those doors was cloaked in powerful spatial formations, designed to isolate and seal off what happened within from the outside world. It felt as though he were standing at the center of a living organism, each chamber a pulsing cell radiating unique spiritual energy. + +Through a combination of observation and what he picked up from whispered conversations drifting past him, Max quickly learned the true nature of the Void Hall—and his eyes widened with genuine amazement.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +Each of the chambers here was specialized, created through a combination of powerful rune formations and unique laws. These chambers were designed so that experts could enter and train specific techniques in an environment perfectly attuned to the energies and principles of that particular art. + +There was a chamber for fist techniques, walls shimmering with projections of ancient titans trading thunderous blows. Another chamber was dedicated to sword arts, where ethereal sword lights slashed silently through endless illusory skies. + +He glimpsed rooms for spear techniques, staff techniques, bow techniques, body cultivation, footwork arts, elemental control, soul arts, and countless others—some for techniques so obscure that Max had never even heard of them. + +"This is truly a magical place if it can help people master their techniques like this..." Max muttered under his breath, his voice echoing softly against crystalline walls. The sheer scope and precision of what the Void Hall offered left him slightly breathless. It was no wonder Princess Lyra, and even his friends, had urged him to come here. + +Eager to see how effective these chambers really were, Max didn’t hesitate further. He made his way toward one of the branching corridors, guided by glowing runes that pulsed softly as though reacting to his intent. Soon he arrived before a tall archway etched with the symbol of a clenched fist wrapped in roaring dragons and trampling elephants. + +He stepped through the shimmering doorway and found himself in a vast chamber that seemed to stretch infinitely in every direction. Towering illusions of golden dragons and colossal stone elephants fought in titanic clashes, shaking the ground beneath his feet as mountains crumbled and skies split apart in silent displays of overwhelming power. + +The pressure in the room was so intense that Max felt his body instinctively tighten, as though preparing for battle. + +Standing in the center of the chamber, he took a deep breath and reached into his storage space, withdrawing a thin booklet. He unfurled it carefully, his sharp eyes scanning the elegant calligraphy etched upon its surface. + +The title at the top glowed faintly in regal characters: Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art. + +Max’s eyes flickered as he read the contents. The technique contained three devastating moves: + +Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist, a strike infused with the might of a soaring dragon that unleashed explosive force from the heavens. + +Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist, a devastating blow carrying the unstoppable momentum of an elephant capable of collapsing entire mountain ranges. + +And finally, the ultimate move: Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist, a fusion of draconic ferocity and elephantine power, capable of tearing apart the very fabric of space with a single strike. + +Max’s heart began to pound faster as he absorbed every detail written on the scroll. He closed the book, slipped it back into his spatial space, and clenched his fists, eyes glittering with determination. + +"Let’s see just how magical this place truly is," he murmured, stepping forward into the swirling illusion of dragons and elephants, ready to unleash his strength and engrave every nuance of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art into his flesh, bones, and soul. + +Max took his stance, his entire form brimming with a fierce tension that seemed ready to explode outward at any moment, and with a low shout, he thrust his fist forward. + +"Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist!" + +The air boomed around his knuckles as his arm blurred in a sharp, upward arc, following the exact path outlined in the technique. It felt as if a coiling dragon surged through his meridians, lending a fierce, spiraling momentum to the strike. + +Waves of force erupted outward, causing the illusionary dragons in the chamber to roar in resonance, their ethereal bodies responding to the motion of his technique. + +Each time Max executed the punch, he adjusted the angle, the flow of vital essence and mana, the precise shifting of his center of gravity—slowly refining the move until it felt not merely learned but carved into his very bones. + +Time passed with a peculiar slowness, stretching out as if the chamber itself existed in a pocket of distorted reality. Max couldn’t be certain whether it was the powerful formations woven into the Void Hall or simply the immersive illusions that tricked his senses, but the sensation of progress was real and undeniable. + +Every repetition seemed to yield more understanding than hours of training outside would have accomplished. His muscles remembered the arc of the punch, the twisting of his waist, the subtle sinking of his stance that anchored the explosive upward force. + +But Max didn’t stop there. Without pausing for breath, he shifted seamlessly into the next stance, exhaling a gust of charged air as he swept his right arm backward, gathering invisible momentum. His entire body coiled like a steel spring as he slammed his fist forward in a crushing arc. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-776.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-776.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6b02425 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-776.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 770: Not Worth For Him" +slug: "ch-776" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 776 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist!" + +A thunderous impact rippled outward from his fist, causing even the phantom mountains in the illusion to buckle and collapse in a cascade of glowing rubble. Sparks leapt from his knuckles as he tightened his core, driving every shred of his strength into the blow. + +Max repeated the motion over and over, feeling the weight, the unstoppable mass that the technique demanded, until he could almost hear the trumpeting of elephants with each punch he threw. + +Sweat drenched his back, yet his eyes blazed with a driven light. Without even a second’s hesitation, he transitioned into the third and final move—the one that had made his blood run hotter the moment he’d read it on the scroll. + +He spread his arms, palms out, gathering both the fierce swirling energy of the dragons and the earth-shaking force of the elephants. A violent vortex of wind and lightning swirled around him as he stepped forward, crossing his fists before his chest before exploding outward with both arms in a devastating double punch. + +"Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist!" + +For an instant, the chamber seemed to split apart under the sheer imaginary pressure of his strike. Dragons and elephants roared in unison, the skies tore open, and mountains shattered into dust. Though it was all illusion, the feedback of spiritual force on his body was very real, pushing his limits and forcing his meridians to expand as he unleashed strike after strike. + +Max never paused to rest, not even for a single breath, driven by the grueling training habits he’d honed inside his Dimension of Time. His muscles burned, his veins felt seared with lightning, but he refused to slow down. + +He cycled through the three techniques again and again—Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist, Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist, Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist—each repetition carving deeper mastery into his body and soul. + +And though he could not tell how much time had passed outside, Max felt it in every fiber of his being: this chamber was indeed magical. Here, his comprehension surged at a pace that would have taken him days or weeks elsewhere. And he wasn’t going to waste even a single drop of this priceless opportunity. + +Like that, an entire day slipped by inside the glowing, echoing expanse of the Void Hall. Max came out of the fist chamber. + +"Training my fist techniques in the fist chamber was indeed helpful," Max murmured under his breath as he cast his gaze across the vast interior of the Void Hall. Yet his eyes, sharp and reflective as molten gold, were distant and thoughtful, his brows drawn into a slight furrow. "But compared to what I can accomplish training for a single day inside my Dimension of Time, it isn’t worth wasting a day here in the Void Hall for me." + +It wasn’t arrogance that fueled his words, but a cold, clear assessment. The Void Hall was undeniably remarkable—a sanctuary built from profound rune formations and ancient knowledge, its chambers capable of accelerating comprehension and mastery in ways most experts could scarcely imagine. + +For the countless warriors of the Middle Domain, it was nothing short of a sacred ground, a place where breakthroughs could be grasped that might otherwise take years of grueling practice. + +Yet to Max, it paled beside the terrifying utility of his Dimension of Time. A single hour within his private dimension equaled a full year of relentless training. He could practice the Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist for a day there and emerge with mastery that would take even the Void Hall’s marvels months to impart. + +The knowledge left him with a faint twinge of disappointment, not because the Void Hall was lacking, but because he had already surpassed the very limits that made this place so extraordinary to others. + +’There are too many people here in the Void Hall,’ Max mused silently, his gaze sweeping across the grand crystal corridors around him. Everywhere he looked, experts of all ages and appearances moved about in endless streams—some with fierce, battle-hardened auras, others exuding scholarly calm, each drawn here to chase after the elusive dream of rapid progress. + +The chambers were constantly in use, doors flickering with runes as people entered and exited, clutching scrolls, sparring with illusory opponents, or simply meditating in silence as they absorbed newfound insights. + +Yet even amid the shifting crowd, Max found himself drawing glances. It was subtle at first—a pause here, a lingering look there—but gradually, more and more eyes turned his way. Murmurs followed in his wake, quiet conversations full of surprise and speculation. + +He could see the flicker of recognition in the eyes of those who’d watched the recent battles, who whispered about the white-haired youth who’d slaughtered ascendants in the Second Circle as though swatting flies. + +Max knew why. He was simply too young to belong here, too impossibly youthful to be walking the marble halls of the Void Hall alongside veterans who had been training for decades. + +And it wasn’t only his age—it was his power, his aura. Max was certain that he might very well be the only person in the long history of the Hunter Association who had entered the Void Hall while still at the Master Rank level. + +Max finally left the glittering corridors of the Void Hall behind, stepping out into the broader halls of the Hunter Association tower. He had the merit points to return another ten times, given the sheer number of ascendants he’d slain on the battlefield, but he decided against it. It wasn’t worth his time—not when his own Dimension of Time existed as a far superior training ground. + +Instead, he made his way back to the level zero section, where his friends were waiting. + +The moment they saw him, Arlen, Lena, Kael, Sana, and Varek all gathered around, peppering him with eager questions about his experience inside the Void Hall. + +Max simply smiled and praised the idea of the place, his voice warm as he shared only good things. + +He didn’t mention his disappointment, nor how little benefit the Void Hall offered him compared to his own unique resources. He knew how excited they were about one day stepping into the Void Hall themselves, and he had no desire to dampen that excitement. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-777.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-777.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..88f4eb2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-777.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 771: Saying goodbyes" +slug: "ch-777" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 777 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Shortly after, Max said his farewells to his team, exchanging promises to meet again soon. Then he found himself alone with Alice, wandering the quieter corridors of the Hunter Association tower, the afternoon light pouring in through tall crystalline windows and scattering rainbow hues across the floor. + +She told Max about her living situation had completely changed as a princess of the Four God Nation. She told him her frustration over the months that she couldn’t tell others. She told him everything. + +Max listened quietly. He could hear the time she spent in the Middle Domain hadn’t been good. Alice originally had a very free and unrestraint personality but as a princess of the Four God Nation, she had to act like them which she didn’t like one bit. + +Max’s eyes softened, and he reached out, lightly touching her arm. "I can tell you’re not happy living like that." + +"I’m not," Alice confessed, her voice growing smaller. "Sometimes I wish I’d never gone back. But... that’s impossible, isn’t it?" + +Max was silent for a few moments, simply watching her, feeling the frustration radiating off her like heat. He thought about the girl he’d first met—spirited, fiery, with laughter that could light up an entire room. The difference between that Alice and the one standing before him now made his chest tighten. + +"Has your mother or your brother been giving you trouble?" Max asked quietly. "I know you always worried about them." + +Alice shook her head, managing a small, grateful smile. "No. Mother and my brother... they’re actually good to me. They don’t force me as much as I thought they would. But the court... the elders... the weight of everything... It’s still there. Even if my family is kind to me, I still have to live up to what everyone else expects." + +Max nodded, relieved at least to know her family wasn’t the source of her greatest pain. "That’s good, though. About your mother and brother, I mean. At least you have them on your side." + +Alice gave a quiet laugh, though there was little humor in it. "It is... but sometimes I still feel alone." + +"You’re not alone, Alice," Max said firmly, locking eyes with her. "Remember that. No matter where you are, you have me." + +Alice stared at him for a moment, her eyes shimmering faintly, then quickly blinked away the wetness gathering there. + +They spent the rest of the day together, wandering the city surrounding the Hunter Association, sharing simple conversations, laughter, and comfortable silences. Alice seemed lighter, freer, as though simply being with Max allowed her to breathe again.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +But as evening fell, reality crept back in. Alice’s expression grew wistful as they stood before the teleportation runes that would send her back to her team. + +"I wish I could stay longer, Max," she murmured, clutching his hand. "But I have to report back to the Four God Nation." + +"I know," Max said softly, squeezing her fingers. "I understand. And don’t worry. We’ll see each other again." + +Alice nodded, her eyes shimmering once more. "Stay safe, Max." + +"You too, Princess," Max teased gently. + +Alice rolled her eyes, then leaned in and kissed his cheek sneakily when nobody was around, leaving a faint warmth lingering on his skin before she turned away and walked back toward her waiting team, her red hair swaying behind her like a silken flame. + +Max watched her go, a quiet resolve settling in his chest. For now, their paths were separate—but he would make sure that things would not be like that in the future. + +’Just wait for me to enter the Myth Rank,’ Max vowed silently, a hard glint flashing through his eyes as Alice’s figure lingered in his mind. He knew the path to power was long and merciless, but he was determined to ascend every step. + +A day later, Max found himself back in the swirling activity of the Battle Realm, the colossal world thumping with the chaotic murmurs of people roaming in the Battle Realm. The chaos of voices, clashing weapons, and roaring announcements seemed to swirl around him like a living current. + +As Max strolled through the wide marble corridors, his gaze sharp and searching, he began gathering the latest whispers and news echoing through the Middle Domain. He made subtle inquiries, listening to gossip from wandering traders, rogue experts, and even official news boards. His goal was singular—information on the star stone. + +But after hours of eavesdropping and polite questioning, he realized it was futile. There was not a single piece of credible news regarding the star stone. + +Max exhaled slowly, his brow furrowed. He understood perfectly why. Even a mere rumor of a star stone’s appearance would either be smothered in deadly secrecy or explode across the Middle Domain like wildfire, plunging entire regions into chaos and slaughter. + +"I should go to the Obsidian Order," Max murmured under his breath, his eyes glinting with quiet decision. "But before that..." He paused, casting his gaze across the endless crowd surging through the avenues of the Battle Realm, a faint sneer curling his lips. + +Max made his way through twisting corridors and stairways until he found a narrow alleyway tucked between towering walls of gleaming black stone, far from the noise and bustle of the crowd. The place was eerily quiet, the echoes of footsteps fading into hushed silence. + +He turned abruptly, his voice slicing through the still air. "How long are you going to follow me?" His tone was calm, but the edges of his words were sharp as blades. + +For a few moments, there was only silence. The shadows seemed deeper here, the silence pressing close. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, a glint of amusement and cold calculation flickering across his face. "I know you’re there. You’re that guy from the Black Lotus Guild. There’s no point hiding from me. I’m also a member of the Black Lotus Guild, so you don’t need to worry about me." + +Still, nothing stirred. It was as though the shadows themselves were holding their breath. But just as Max was about to speak again, a faint ripple of movement swept through the darkness. + +A figure stepped forward, emerging from an alcove where the shadows clung thick as velvet. It was Karl. His cloak fell back as he straightened, his eyes sharp and wary as they locked onto Max. + +For a long moment, the two simply stared at each other. Karl’s expression was a complex blend of suspicion, and curiosity. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-778.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-778.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf84c47 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-778.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 772: News of Star Stones" +slug: "ch-778" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 778 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1250 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After the brutal chaos of the battlefield, Karl had chosen to tail Max in secret, driven by a burning curiosity to uncover the truth about the white-haired youth who had not only fought alongside him, but who had also revealed shocking power and an intimate knowledge of the Black Lotus Guild’s secrets. + +Following Max was second nature to Karl; after all, covert observation and silent pursuit were the very soul of what it meant to be a Black Lotus operative. + +"You have been following me for so long," Max said, his voice quiet but edged with an icy sharpness. + +Karl’s face tightened, his jaw clenched, shadows playing over his sharp features as he stood there, cloak half-drawn around him like a shroud. + +He’d never thought Max would be able to detect him, not when he’d used every stealth technique at his disposal, every trick honed through years in the Black Lotus Guild. + +But how could he have known that Max possessed senses so honed, abilities so rare, that he could perceive every flicker of presence around him—especially those belonging to members of the Black Lotus guild? + +"I wanted to know if you’re truly a member of the Black Lotus Guild," Karl finally confessed, his voice low and cautious, each word spoken with the care of a man standing on a knife’s edge.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +"Oh?" Max’s lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he slowly lifted his right hand. Black flames erupted from his palm in a silent, crackling blaze, swirling and coiling like living serpents, burning dark and deep as an abyss. + +"Black flames!" Karl gasped, his eyes going wide, every trace of his guarded composure shattering in an instant. Memories of the battlefield surged in his mind—how, in the middle of chaos and slaughter, he’d felt another wave of black flames surge across the second circle, flames so much more violent, savage, and potent than his own. + +He’d suspected it was Max’s doing, but he hadn’t been certain. Now, staring at the dark fire dancing in Max’s hand, there was no doubt left in him at all. + +"You truly have the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline," Karl whispered, almost reverently, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the narrow alley. His pupils constricted as realization dawned on him. + +Max didn’t say anything for a long moment. The black flames slowly withdrew, vanishing into his skin like ink dissolving in water, leaving behind nothing but an eerie silence. He merely tilted his head, his gaze locked onto Karl, cool and unreadable. + +"That I have already told you. It was you who didn’t believe me," Max said with a casual shrug, as though revealing a source-grade bloodline was nothing more than admitting a favorite meal. + +Then, leaning forward slightly, Max’s tone shifted into something cooler, sharper, layered with quiet command. "I have a few things I want to know. If you answer me, I might consider going with you to the Black Lotus Guild." + +Karl stood frozen for a brief moment, weighing Max’s words with furrowed brows, his dark eyes flickering with conflicting thoughts. + +He desperately wanted Max to come to the Black Lotus Guild—not only because he suspected Max was an outsider with the guild’s most sacred bloodline, but also because of the shocking possibility swirling in his mind. + +Karl still remembered how Max had utterly suppressed his own black flames with terrifying ease on the battlefield. In the secret records of the Black Lotus Guild, there were cryptic mentions that only those with a Progenitor-level bloodline—or something even higher like source grade bloodline could wield such overwhelming suppression against a fellow guild member. + +The idea that Max might possess a bloodline beyond even their own sacred lineage sent a chill down his spine, mixing fear and awe in equal measure. + +"What do you want to know?" Karl finally asked, his voice cautious, but betraying his burning curiosity. + +Max’s expression grew thoughtful, then serious. "I want to know if there’s been any news about the star stone." + +Karl blinked, caught off guard. Of all the things he expected Max to ask, the star stone was nowhere on that list. "Star stone...?" he echoed slowly, his brows knitting together in surprise. + +But Karl was nothing if not professional. He turned away, lips tightening in concentration, and tapped rapidly on the interface of his holo-watch. A series of holographic screens blinked into existence, their glow reflecting off Karl’s sharp features. + +Data and encrypted reports cascaded across the air like a waterfall of light. His fingers danced over the projections, dismissing irrelevant reports and opening others, his eyes narrowing as he skimmed through streams of intelligence, hidden channels, and classified guild transmissions. + +Then, a flicker of light flashed across one of the holograms, and Karl froze mid-motion. His eyes sharpened, locked onto the shimmering text. After a few rapid taps, he finally turned back toward Max, a thin, knowing smile curling his lips. + +"You’re lucky," Karl said, his voice carrying an undercurrent of excitement. "There is indeed a rumor about the star stone spreading in the Middle Domain." + +"There is?" Max’s eyes widened with sharp light, his entire aura tightening like a coiled spring, every hint of his earlier casual demeanor replaced by fierce intensity. + +His voice cut through the silence with urgency. "Where?" he demanded quickly, stepping closer, as if he might drag the answer from Karl’s lips if he didn’t spit it out fast enough. + +Karl met Max’s blazing gaze and didn’t flinch, though his own pulse quickened beneath his calm exterior. "It’s in the Celestial Wind Region of the Hundred Battle Regions," Karl said, voice low but steady. "Although the rumor hasn’t been officially confirmed yet, word is already spreading like wildfire. People from every corner of the Middle Domain are starting to move toward that region, hoping to see if it’s true." + +He paused, fingers flicking over his holo-watch again as if to check his facts one last time, before continuing, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone. "According to the rumors, a secret cave belonging to a powerful expert was discovered in the Celestial Wind Region. It’s said that this expert lived around ten thousand years ago. And—this is the most important part—he supposedly collected star stones as a hobby. His name was famous throughout the Middle Domain back then. He was known as Lots Kome." + +Max went silent at that, his brows drawing together as his mind whirred with rapid calculation. A thousand possibilities flashed through his thoughts. The notion of a secret cave left behind by an ancient powerhouse wasn’t far-fetched at all in the Middle Domain, where remnants of past eras were hidden under mountains, sealed in lakes, or buried deep underground. + +And for someone to have collected star stones as a mere hobby—that possibility made Max’s heart race faster than any battle could. + +"I see..." Max murmured at last, his voice low and thoughtful, though sparks of excitement glimmered in his eyes. His mind was already picturing the glinting stones, the potential power lying dormant within them. + +He knew the chances of finding star stones in such a cave weren’t merely empty rumors. For an expert of Lots Kome’s caliber, hoarding star stones as a pastime was entirely plausible—and if the cave truly existed, it might hold not only star stones but also treasures, techniques, and secrets lost to the ages. + +And for someone like Max, who walked a path of constant growth and ascension, that was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to ignore. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-779.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-779.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4267f59 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-779.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 773: To the Celestial Wind Region" +slug: "ch-779" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 779 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1072 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Anything I should keep in mind before I head to the Celestial Wind Region?" Max asked, his voice calm but edged with quiet urgency, eyes locked on Karl as though he could peel back secrets with his gaze alone. + +Karl nodded, his expression turning serious, shadows of caution flickering across his face. "The information I shared with you hasn’t been made public yet," he said slowly, his voice dropping to a low murmur as though afraid the air itself might betray him. "So you’ll still have to do some digging to find the exact location of Lord Kome’s secret cave once you get there. There’s no map, no precise coordinates—only vague clues in ancient texts and rumors." + +He paused, leaning closer as if to emphasize the weight of his next words. "But listen to me carefully—there will almost certainly be people from other major forces already sniffing around the Celestial Wind Region. Powerful from the seven overlord forces. Everyone wants a piece of the star stone and legacy of an expert from ten thousand years ago. So if you’re going...you’d better be careful. You might end up making enemies just by showing your face there." + +Max nodded lightly, a faint smirk curling one corner of his lips as though the idea of rivals or hidden dangers only made his blood run hotter. "Alright," he said, his voice cool and resolute. + +Then his expression turned sharper, more commanding as he looked Karl dead in the eye. "You should go back to the Black Lotus Guild and tell them that the Old Saintess from the Lower Domain will be arriving in the Middle Domain soon. And so will I." + +"Old Saintess?" Karl gasped, his eyes widening with shock, mouth parting as if to spit out a barrage of questions. But before he could utter another word, a gust of wind swept through the narrow alley where they stood—and Max was simply gone, as though the shadows had swallowed him whole. + +Karl stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty space where Max had just been, the chill of realization creeping down his spine. He rubbed a hand over his face and exhaled heavily, his mind spinning. + +"I hope the guild doesn’t punish me for sharing the info about Lord Kome’s secret cave with Max," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he finally turned and disappeared into the milling crowd of the Battle Realm. + +Meanwhile, Max emerged from a quiet side street and strode purposefully through the bustling avenues of the Battle Realm. + +His sharp eyes swept over the sea of experts swarming the vast open square where the huge portal loomed, its surface shimmering like a pool of rippling silver under the glow of countless runes. This was the portal leading to the black cube placed in the Celestial Wind Region. + +Streams of people moved in and out, their faces lit with anticipation, curiosity, and quiet greed. + +Max paused for a heartbeat, standing before the towering portal, taking in the throng of warriors, merchants, and adventurers coming and going in an endless tide. A faint smile played across his lips as he flexed his fingers, feeling the raw pulse of energy thrumming in his veins. + +Then, without a second of hesitation, he stepped forward and vanished into the swirling glow of the portal. + +In the Hundred Battle Regions, chaos and combat were woven into the very air, as natural and constant as the howling wind or the shifting sun. Celestial Wind Region was no exception to this brutal truth. + +Everywhere one looked, there were people locked in deadly contests—experts battling one another with swirling techniques that cracked the skies, warriors clashing with monstrous beasts whose roars echoed like thunder, and rivers of blood soaking into the dusty soil, painting the Hundred Battle Regions in grim shades of red. + +After stepping out of the black cube into the Celestial Wind Region, Max found himself standing amidst a sprawling forest where towering trees loomed like ancient sentinels, their leaves rustling with secrets carried on the wind. + +The scent of sap and distant ozone mixed with a faint undercurrent of blood, reminding him that this was a place where countless battles had been fought and lives had been ended. + +Max narrowed his eyes, scanning his surroundings with his Three Dimensional Body, extending his perception through every tree trunk, beneath every shadow, and into the hidden folds of the terrain. + +He knew well enough that if there truly was a secret cave left behind by a legendary expert like Lord Kome, it would almost certainly be somewhere secluded, perhaps even nestled among the winding networks of caves and ridges that riddled the region’s forests and mountains. + +Max moved cautiously yet swiftly, ghosting between trees and boulders, his senses alert for even the faintest anomaly. It was during one such silent passage through a narrow valley that a sudden sharp noise tore through the air—a series of rapid sounds like arrows whistling past at lethal speed. + +His body tensed as he whirled toward the sound, his Three Dimensional Body instantly locking onto three figures crashing into the valley clearing. + +The first two figures hit the ground hard, skidding across stones and dirt before slamming into the banks of a narrow stream. Blood spattered the mossy rocks, and crimson spread in tendrils through the water, turning the babbling current into a streaked river of red. + +Max’s eyes flicked over their forms; both were dressed in plain, practical robes, nothing to indicate allegiance to any major force. But their ragged breathing and blood-soaked clothes spoke volumes about the deadly pursuit they’d just endured. + +Then the third figure descended, landing in a controlled crouch just a few feet from the other two. This man wore silver robes that glimmered under the dappled light filtering through the treetops, and upon his chest was emblazoned a black insignia shaped like a mountain clawed by three sharp talons—a symbol as familiar as it was foreboding. + +"Mountain Gods Valley..." Max murmured under his breath, eyes narrowing. + +He knew the mark well. Everyone from the Mountain Gods Valley, one of the seven overlord forces of the Middle Domain, wore silver robes, and their ranks were denoted by the mountain-shaped insignia upon their chests. + +A single pointed peak signified a 1-star genius. Two pointed peaks meant a 2-star genius. And three pointed peaks marked a 3-star genius—a member of formidable strength and prestige. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-78.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-78.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c0e283 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-78.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 78: Killian’s Reply" +slug: "ch-78" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 78 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1307 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Over the next couple of days, Max stayed away from the Battle Realm entirely, choosing instead to dedicate himself to mastering Flame Aura. He immersed himself in its intricacies, pushing his understanding and control to new limits. + +In his free moments, he focused on leveling up his skills, ensuring that every aspect of his power grew stronger. + +He was waiting patiently for a reply from Killian Blade. Until Killian accepted his challenge, Max saw no point in returning to the Battle Realm. Battling others who weren’t ranked in the Novice Rankings felt like a waste of time. + +For now, his goal was singular and clear: to face Killian Blade and humiliate him before everyone.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +As for his training, under the guidance of the master of the Arcane Order, Max delved deeply into the intricacies of Flame Aura. Each lesson pushed him to focus not only on amplifying his connection to the aura but also on mastering the raw, untamed nature of flames themselves. + +The master’s teachings were both profound and rigorous. "Flames are alive," she would often say. "They burn with a will of their own. To command them, you must respect their nature and bend it to your will without breaking it." + +Max spent hours honing his control, learning to shape flames into precise forms and wield them as extensions of his own power. The more he practiced, the more attuned he became to the energy flowing through him. + +Three days passed as Max trained diligently under Sophia’s guidance. + +During these three days, Sophia often noticed something peculiar about Max during their sessions. While meditating, he would occasionally seem to drift off into a trance-like state. Curious, she once asked him, "Where do you go when you zone out like that?" + +Max, quick on his feet, offered an excuse with a calm smile. "I enter a deep meditation state," he replied. "It helps me process everything you’ve taught me. Please, don’t wake me when it happens." + +Though Sophia found it strange, she chose not to question him further. She had to admit, whatever this so-called state was, it seemed to benefit Max immensely. Every time he emerged from it, he displayed remarkable progress, grasping even the most complex of her teachings with surprising ease. + +It left her wondering just how deep Max’s talent ran—and what secrets he might still be hiding. + +--- + +In a completely white space, Max held a whip composed entirely of flickering flames in his hand. The fiery weapon crackled with energy, but he could tell it was far from perfect. It lacked the solidity and substance he had witnessed before. + +His mind drifted to the strange opponent he had faced days ago—the one who had effortlessly formed solid, tangible weapons out of flames. + +Those weapons had been real, wielding the destructive power of fire with a precision that left Max both awed and astonished. + +Compared to that, this flaming whip in his hand felt incomplete, a mere imitation of what true mastery could achieve. + +But it wasn’t that Max couldn’t form solid shapes out of flames; he could, but it required a specific skill. + +’She said it’s impossible to fully control flames for an attack without a skill,’ Max mused, his thoughts running deep as he stared at the flickering whip of fire in his hand. + +From what he had gathered, having control over any element or weapon was undoubtedly a powerful asset. It provided flexibility and creativity in battle. + +However, true mastery, the kind that could unleash devastating attacks and reach its full potential, required the foundation of skills specifically designed to channel that control. + +’I guess this is enough for today,’ Max thought, putting the flames out as he came out of his Dimension of Time. + +To his surprise, along with the master of the Arcane Order, Alice was also present today. + +Max glanced at Alice before turning to Sophia and asked, "Master, if what you said about control and skills is true, then wouldn’t my control over flames be useless without a skill to complement?" + +Sophia pondered for a moment and replied, "That’s where a technique comes in." + +"Techniques? What is this technique?" Max asked in confusion. He had never heard that term before. + +Sophia began to explain, her tone clear and thoughtful. "The simplest way to differentiate a skill from a technique is this: skills are things we acquire—either as drops from monsters or as rewards from dungeons. Techniques, on the other hand, are entirely human creations." + +She paused for a moment before continuing. "Think of it like this: skills, while powerful, come with limitations. They’re predefined, their variety and uses constrained by what the dungeons provide." + +She smiled. "But techniques? Techniques are born from human ingenuity. They’re tailored to our needs, our creativity, and our understanding. A technique can be anything—it’s only limited by the imagination and mastery of the person creating it." + +Max nodded and asked one more thing he wanted to know. "Why haven’t I heard of techniques until now? There’s no topic about techniques in the academy books, nor have I heard it from anyone else." + +Sophia shrugged. "Techniques are kept secret because of their scarcity. Only the top four families and five guilds have access to them." + +Max understood and asked again something he had been wanting to know for a long time. "After Novice Rank comes Apprentice and Adept, and after these two comes Seeker Rank, but what comes after Seeker Rank? I believe Seeker Rank isn’t the limit, right?" + +Sophia shook her head wryly. "Kiddo, you really ask too many questions." + +Max scratched his head. "I’m very curious about our world." + +Sophia nodded and said after some pondering, "How about this? When you level up to Apprentice Rank, I’ll tell you something about our world." + +Max smiled and nodded. "Alright then." + +Sophia said, her tone scolding, "Alice has been waiting for an hour now. Go and talk to her." + +Max nodded and turned to Alice. He walked to her and said, "Let’s go." Alice nodded as they slowly left the training chamber of Sophia. + +--- + +"Killian accepted your challenge," Alice said once they were outside. "A video of his went viral, replying to your challenge." + +"Let me see." Max muttered as he tapped his holowatch and entered the extranet. The first article he saw was about his challenge and Killian’s reply. + +[I accept your challenge, Max. I don’t know what your beef with me is, but as you mentioned, as a member of the Blade Family, I have to accept your challenge. See you in the Battle Realm at noon tomorrow.] Read exclusive adventures at empire + +"Oh, he replied nicely." Max chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. "It seems he’s very careful about how people perceive him—but that’s all going to change tomorrow." + +Alice smiled warmly. "Your battle with Killian has become the talk of the entire East Region. While it’s officially a fight to determine the strongest in the Novice Rankings, the stakes are enormous." + +Max flashed a confident smile at Alice. "Of course, the stakes are high. On one side, you’ve got a genius who’s held the number one rank for the past three years. On the other, there’s me—a rising star with an undefeated winning streak. People love nothing more than a clash between two unstoppable forces." + +Alice nodded, her expression a little hesitant as she asked in a tone full of concern, "How confident are you against Killian?" + +Max smirked at her. "Are you worried about me?" + +Alice flustered at Max’s words. "Just tell me," she shouted lightly. + +Max glanced at her and said, "Know that Killian won’t be able to bring out my strongest strength no matter what tricks he tries tomorrow." + +He then asked, "Have you eaten dinner? If not, let’s go and eat together." + +Alice nodded, looking down, her heart beating fast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-780.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-780.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e997cde --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-780.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 774: Mountain Gods Valley" +slug: "ch-780" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 780 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1004 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The man standing there now bore two sharply defined peaks on his insignia, signaling that he was a 2-star genius of Mountain Gods Valley—and judging by the weight of the aura pouring off his body like a tidal wave, Max instantly knew he stood at the peak of the Champion Rank, a powerful figure not to be underestimated. + +Max’s gaze flickered back to the two wounded figures. Whoever they were, they had provoked the wrath of Mountain Gods Valley—or perhaps stumbled upon something they shouldn’t have. + +Either way, the bloody encounter unfolding before Max’s eyes was yet another vivid reminder that in the Hundred Battle Regions, death could come from any direction, without warning—and that every secret, every rumor, and every treasure was a spark waiting to ignite deadly conflict. + +Perched silently atop a thick, moss-covered branch high in the canopy of an ancient tree, Max watched the scene unfolding below with a careful, calculating gaze, the green leaves rustling gently around him in the mountain breeze.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +On the stony ground stood a young man clad in a silver robe that gleamed like polished metal beneath the fractured shafts of sunlight filtering through the treetops. His expression was twisted into a mask of cold fury, and a sharp, killing intent radiated off him in oppressive waves. + +His hand gripped the hilt of a sword that was half-drawn from its scabbard, the blade reflecting glints of steel-blue light as he pointed it accusingly at the pair sprawled a few steps away, injured and gasping for breath. + +"Rose Hensir, Gayle Hansir—you two can’t run away," the silver-robed youth snarled, his voice slicing through the valley like a blade. "I, Brian, will not return until blood is spilled." + +Max’s eyes shifted to the two siblings, Rose and Gayle, who were struggling to sit up, leaning heavily on each other for support. Blood stained their lips and robes, and their skin glistened with an unhealthy pallor, veins faintly darkened beneath the surface—a clear sign of poisoning. + +Gayle’s eyes, though clouded with pain, still burned with defiance. He clenched his jaw and shouted hoarsely, "Brian, if you hadn’t poisoned me, do you think I, Gayle, would be afraid of you?" His words trembled with rage and bitterness. + +Gayle’s mana aura, though visibly weakened, still carried the traces of someone who stood on equal footing with Brian under normal circumstances. But the poison, Max could tell, was eating away at his strength from the inside, turning every movement into agony. + +Brian laughed—a chilling, brittle sound that cracked like ice breaking. "Haha, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. What’s the point of saying this now?" + +Max, concealed high above in the swaying branches, felt a faint frown tighten his brow. He remained crouched like a panther, his Three Dimensional Body registering every breath, every heartbeat below. + +But what weighed even more heavily on Max’s mind was the broader implication behind the silver-robed youth’s identity. Brian wasn’t just a powerful individual; he was a member of Mountain Gods Valley, one of the seven overlord forces in the Middle Domain. + +And Max knew from mouths of Arlen and his team that Mountain Gods Valley had deep connections with the Thunder Monarch Hall. It was rumored that the wife of the Mountain Gods Valley’s current leader hailed from Thunder Monarch Hall, and one of Thunder Monarch Hall’s supreme elders shared blood ties with Mountain Gods Valley. + +Such bonds meant that even a single disciple like Brian could draw the ire—or protection—of two colossal forces if something happened to him. + +’I don’t know how the relationship between the Great Ruler Empire and Mountain Gods Valley truly stands... but they’re allies of the Thunder Monarch Hall. That’s reason enough for me to kill them all.’ A flicker of ice-cold rage twisted through his chest as he recalled Omar’s ruthless grin, the arrogant command to kill Max and his team simply because he could. ’If they wanted to kill me back then, why should I show them any mercy now?’ + +A slow, almost cruel smile curved Max’s lips as his fingers tightened into a fist. "Well... this is a good opportunity to test the power of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art," he murmured to himself, his voice as quiet as the rustling leaves. + +Below him, Brian’s expression was filled with bloodlust as he prepared another strike. He was around thirty years old, the cold light in his eyes flashing with malice as he raised his hand, silver spiritual power coiling around his fingers like serpents. + +Meanwhile, Gayle, his face pale and slick with sweat, fought to stay standing beside his sister. Max’s keen eyes took in every detail: the tight lines of exhaustion around Gayle’s mouth, the trembling grip on the long iron rod in his hand, and the fine web of black veins crawling faintly beneath his skin—a sign that the poison was still wreaking havoc inside him. + +From Gayle’s earlier shout, Max had gathered that before being poisoned, Gayle’s strength wasn’t inferior to Brian’s, which almost certainly made him a 2-star genius as well—another elite from one of the seven overlord forces. + +A spark of calculation glinted in Max’s gaze. ’It wouldn’t be a bad thing to make friends with someone like Gayle Hensir. Connections with other overlord forces could be useful.’ + +Brian’s killing intent suddenly exploded like a blade unsheathed. He thrust his palm forward, and several thin, sharp streaks of silver energy shot out like lethal ribbons, twisting and slashing through the air toward Gayle. + +Gayle roared hoarsely, veins bulging at his temples as he swung his six-foot-long iron rod with all the strength he could muster. Sparks flew as the iron rod collided with the silver silk-like energy, managing to shatter it with sheer brute force. + +But the impact sent a violent recoil through Gayle’s arms and chest, blood spraying from his lips as he staggered backward, his feet digging furrows into the bloodstained soil before he crashed onto one knee, gasping for breath. + +And then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-781.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-781.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e6a9a3b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-781.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 775: Kill!" +slug: "ch-781" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 781 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Whoosh! + +A blur of blue lightning flashed from the canopy above. Like a phantom, Max materialized behind Brian, so silent that even the wind seemed to hold its breath. + +Brian’s eyes widened, his pupils contracting to pinpoints as a suffocating, icy chill clawed up his spine. "N-Not good—" he managed to croak, his voice strangled by sheer terror. + +But it was already too late. + +Bang! + +"Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist!" Max’s fist slammed into Brian’s ribs with a devastating force that made the very air shudder. The impact was like thunder cracking through the valley. + +Brian’s body bent grotesquely around Max’s fist as he was hurled forward like a ragdoll, bones audibly splintering under the tremendous force of the blow. He crashed to the ground several meters away, dust and broken stones spraying into the air as he skidded across the earth, silver robes flaring around him. + +By the time Brian lay still, his lifeless eyes stared blankly toward the forest canopy, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was dead before his body even finished bouncing once on the valley floor. + +Max lowered his fist, the faint crackle of lingering power from the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art humming in the silence. + +"Thank you for your help," Gayle said, his voice hoarse but steady despite the blood still staining the corner of his mouth. "Gayle and Rose, both are both grateful." + +Max stepped forward, eyes sharp as polished steel. "Which force are you from?" he asked calmly, though there was an edge of curiosity in his tone. + +Gayle exchanged a glance with his sister before answering. "We are members of the Absolute Sword Palace." + +Max’s brows lifted slightly. Absolute Sword Palace... The name rang with weight in his mind. It was one of the seven overlord forces, known across the Middle Domain for its terrifying sword experts and heritage of ancient sword arts. + +’The Hundred Battle Regions are truly terrifying,’ Max thought silently. ’I randomly stumble upon a conflict, and both sides turn out to be from the seven overlord forces. This is the reality of the Middle Domain—a single mountain valley can hide storms fierce enough to shake entire regions.’ + +He cast another assessing look at Gayle and Rose. Both were still trembling faintly, and a sickly bluish tinge remained around the edges of their lips. "You two are seriously poisoned," Max said firmly. "You should detoxify first before anything else." + +Gayle gave a weak smile. "That’s right." + +Neither he nor Rose showed any fear toward Max. They were seasoned geniuses of an overlord force, but they also knew that if Max had intended to harm them, he could have done so already with ease. There was no point in suspicion now. + +Without another word, the two siblings sat down cross-legged on a patch of blood-speckled grass, their silver robes pooling around them. Each took out a small porcelain bottle and swallowed a dark green detoxification pill. + +Immediately afterward, they closed their eyes, pressing their palms together as they began circulating their vital energy to flush out the venom coursing through their veins. + +Meanwhile, Max’s gaze turned to the fallen figure of Brian, whose lifeless body lay sprawled in the dirt, silver robes still glinting faintly under the filtered sunlight streaming through the canopy. His eyes were flat and devoid of pity as he extended a hand toward the corpse. + +With a slight gesture, a gentle suction force emanated from his palm, and Brian’s silver longsword flew from the ground into Max’s grasp. + +Max hefted the weapon, its silver blade catching the light in a cold gleam. He tested its weight, his fingers tracing the subtle runes etched into the blade’s fuller. ’A good sword... well balanced, refined spiritual metal, likely forged by one of Mountain Gods Valley’s high-grade smiths. But it’s not better than my Blue Dragon Sword.’ He gave a faint shrug and slipped the sword into his spatial space for safekeeping. + +Bending down, Max rifled through the folds of Brian’s robes until he found a glinting storage ring on one limp finger. He pried it free and poured a wisp of his spiritual sense into it. A moment later, a quiet smirk touched his lips. ’Not bad at all.’ + +Inside the storage ring, countless items glimmered in neat rows. There were stacks of PQ gold cards—a significant sum by any standard—bundles of techniques, an assortment of detoxification and healing pills, as well as several protective treasures, talismans, and small jade boxes sealed with restrictive runes that likely held precious materials or hidden secrets. + +The three PQ gold cards he held together could be exchanged for a staggering 300,000 PQ, and he knew well that a single PQ gold card alone represented 100,000 PQ. + +Beyond those cards, Brian’s ring contained an impressive array of life-saving treasures: sleek firearms fitted with runic inscriptions for armor-piercing shots, poison bombs potent enough to cripple even a high-level expert if taken off guard, hidden weapons lined with silver filaments that gleamed with lethal venom, and countless other miscellaneous gadgets and items designed for both survival and assassination. + +"It’s worth it!" Max murmured under his breath, his eyes shining with an unrestrained, almost mischievous light. He quickly calculated Brian’s total wealth and concluded that the man’s net worth must have easily exceeded two million PQ. + +A low laugh escaped his lips, faint but edged with the hardened chill of a expert who’d lived through blood and chaos. ’Damn, looting and killing really is the way to get rich in this world,’Max swiftly organized it all, pocketing anything useful without the faintest flicker of guilt. + +To him, trophies taken from slain enemies were simply part of the natural order of the world. And in a place like the Hundred Battle Regions, looting the fallen was as common as breathing. + +Turning his attention back to Gayle and Rose, Max’s brows furrowed slightly as he took in the state of the two siblings. Their condition was worsening by the minute. + +The flush of color that had been faintly visible earlier was gone, replaced by a grim, deep purple hue creeping over their lips and cheeks. The poison had sunk far deeper than surface level, and even the potent detoxification pills from Absolute Sword Palace seemed to have little effect for now. + +Their mana energy was sluggish, as if thick chains were binding it from within. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-782.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-782.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e4466df --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-782.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 776: Gayle and Rose" +slug: "ch-782" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 782 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1127 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped closer, his presence solid yet gentle as a mountain breeze. "Can I help you?" he asked, voice calm but edged with a note of firmness. Deep inside, he already knew his light energy was uniquely suited for purification and healing—a natural counter to dark toxins embedded in the body. + +Gayle opened his eyes, the whites streaked with crimson veins. He struggled to keep his breath steady, his chest heaving faintly. "I can still hold on for a while," he managed in a hoarse voice. "Can you help my sister get rid of the poison first?" + +Max inclined his head with a nod. "OK." + +Without hesitation, he moved behind Rose, who sat with her body trembling slightly. Her delicate features were twisted in pain, fine sweat beading on her forehead. Max placed his right palm gently on her back, his hand warm and solid. + +Closing his eyes, he summoned forth the gentle glow of his light energy, a radiant golden luminance that pooled around his fingers like liquid sunlight. + +As the light energy began to pour into Rose’s meridians, it radiated through her body in slender currents, intertwining with the medicinal power of the detoxification pill she’d taken. + +Where the pill alone had failed to penetrate, the light energy now surged deep into the hidden recesses of her form—seeping into marrow, cleansing muscle fibers, and unraveling the invisible net of poison that had gripped her organs and channels. + +A low gasp slipped from Rose’s lips as a wave of relief washed over her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, bright and shining for the first time since the ordeal began. Her cheeks bloomed with a healthy flush, banishing the purple pallor from her face. + +he glanced shyly back over her shoulder, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she whispered, "Thank you for your help." A hint of embarrassment flickered in her eyes, as though she could feel how thoroughly Max’s power had swept through every corner of her body, leaving nowhere untouched. + +Max only offered a small, reassuring smile, retracting his hand and stepping away with the same quiet grace. Without missing a beat, he moved behind Gayle, who gave him a grateful look even as his entire frame shivered from the poison’s torment. + +Once again, Max pressed his palm against the man’s back and directed the radiant flood of light energy into Gayle’s body. The glow moved like thousands of golden threads, darting through constricted channels, burning away the black shadows of the venom clinging to the man’s bones and flesh. + +Gayle groaned low in his chest, sweat pouring down his temples, but he endured, gritting his teeth against the searing heat that warred against the cold poison inside him. + +Time crawled forward, each minute feeling like an eternity under the intense strain of detoxification. Finally, Gayle exhaled a long, trembling breath as color returned to his cheeks and the purple tinge faded from his lips. + +He opened his eyes wide, staring at Max with a mixture of astonishment and gratitude. Inside, he couldn’t help thinking how close they’d come to death. The poison had seeped so deeply into their marrow that it would have been nearly impossible to expel on their own, especially with their vital energy so weak and their meridians nearly clogged shut. + +Gayle took a shaky breath, the color in his cheeks slowly returning, while Rose stood close beside him, her eyes occasionally flickering toward Max with a mixture of lingering awe and gratitude. + +Max stood with arms folded, his white hair catching the pale light, his expression calm but edged with sharpness as he finally asked the question that had been quietly gnawing at the back of his mind since he’d intervened. "What are the two of you doing here?" + +Gayle and Rose exchanged a quick, silent glance, as though deciding how much to reveal. Then Gayle shifted slightly forward and met Max’s gaze. "Brother, may I ask...which force does this brother belong to?" he asked, his tone careful but laced with genuine curiosity. + +Max didn’t hesitate. "I am Max, from the Great Ruler Empire." + +The moment the words left his mouth, a ripple of surprise passed through Gayle and Rose. Gayle’s brows lifted high, and Rose blinked rapidly, as though she hadn’t quite heard right. + +There was an instant, just a heartbeat, where disbelief hung between them like a suspended blade. To encounter a young man capable of killing a peak Champion Rank expert so casually—and for him to come from the Great Ruler Empire, a faction many in the Middle Domain regarded as past its prime—was a truth that left them momentarily staggered. + +"What?" Max’s voice dropped several degrees in temperature, his eyes turning cold, sharp as drawn steel. His gaze sliced into them, searing and unblinking. "Do you two feel disdain because I’m from the Great Ruler Empire, despite the fact that I saved your lives just now?" + +Gayle quickly paled, his eyes going wide as he waved his hands frantically. "No! No, Brother Max! It’s not that at all!" he exclaimed, shaking his head hard enough to dislodge a few droplets of sweat. "We were indeed shocked, but we meant absolutely no disrespect. Our Absolute Sword Palace has always been on good terms with the Great Ruler Empire. We were simply surprised to meet someone from the Great Ruler Empire here in such circumstances—and someone as powerful as you." + +Max’s cold expression softened slightly, though his eyes still gleamed with a wary light. He gave a curt nod and repeated his question, his voice firm. "So, what are you two doing here? I suppose you didn’t just happen to be passing by, right?" + +Gayle let out a long breath, his face regaining some steadiness as he gathered his thoughts. "This place... it’s the very edge of the Celestial Wind Region. And just beyond here is the Moon Ridge Region," he explained, glancing around as though checking for listening ears among the trees. "Rose and I came from the Moon Ridge Region into the Celestial Wind Region. We were pursuing a lead—something we believed could be tied to an ancient legacy or a hidden inheritance." + +His eyes darkened for a moment as he clenched his fist. "That’s when Brian, that bastard, ambushed us and used a poison bomb on us. We didn’t even have time to react properly. If not for you, Max, we’d be corpses rotting in this forest." + +Beside him, Rose nodded fervently, her voice soft but fierce. "Truly, Brother Max, we owe you our lives. Whatever you need, if it’s within our power, we’ll repay this debt one day." + +’They are also here for Lord Kome’s treasures?’ Max was surprised, and then a smile appeared on his face. ’It seems they know something.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-783.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-783.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4041e66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-783.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 777: Involvement of Four Major Forces" +slug: "ch-783" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 783 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"No need to thank me," Max said, waving off Rose’s gratitude as though swatting away an insect. His tone was light but his words carried weight. "The Mountain Gods Valley and the Thunder Monarch Hall are birds of a feather. They deserve what’s coming to them. Eliminating a two-star member of the Mountain Gods Valley will only be a good thing for my Great Ruler Empire." + +Gayle blinked, as though taken aback by Max’s casual admission of killing a prominent member of one of the seven overlord forces, but quickly composed himself and cleared his throat. "I wonder... where are you planning to go next, Brother Max?" he asked, cautiously respectful, a trace of curiosity edging his voice. + +Max shook his head slowly, his expression thoughtful yet distant as he looked off into the deeper shadows of the trees. "I don’t have a fixed place to go," he replied calmly. "I came to the Hundred Battles Region to gain experience—and perhaps find a few opportunities worth grabbing." + +Gayle seemed to hesitate, his gaze shifting toward Rose, who gave him a small, encouraging nod. A series of conflicting emotions flitted across his face—gratitude, caution, and finally, a resolute determination. He drew in a slow breath, as though steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. + +"Max," Gayle began, his voice low, glancing around as if to ensure no one else was listening in the forest. "I... I have an incomplete map of the cemetery of a Divine Rank expert from ten thousand years ago. I wonder if you’d be interested in searching for that cemetery together." His words came out in a rush, as though once he started, he could no longer hold them back. + +Originally, Gayle might have preferred to keep such a secret close to his chest, but Max had saved both his and Rose’s lives—a debt that weighed heavily on the Absolute Sword Palace disciple’s conscience. + +Moreover, Gayle knew that the path to such a place would be fraught with peril. Having someone as monstrously strong as Max along could well be the difference between success and becoming a forgotten corpse in an ancient tomb. + +"An incomplete map?" Max repeated slowly, his voice curious yet cautious, his sharp gaze studying Gayle’s face for any hint of deception. "Is there any other map? Or is yours the only one?" + +As he spoke, Max’s mind churned. Kar had told him nothing about maps. If there were fragments of maps circulating, then it suggested a larger secret—perhaps an inheritance far more valuable than any single rumor about star stones. And he knew better than anyone that trying to locate such a place with only an incomplete map would be close to impossible. + +Gayle nodded, his features still pale from the poison, but his eyes sharp with clarity and purpose as he spoke. "There are four copies of the map in total," he explained, his voice low, as if afraid the whispering wind in the trees might carry his words away to unwelcome ears. "They appeared at an auction held by the Obsidian Order. The participants at that auction were some 2-star members and a few 3-star members—namely my Absolute Sword Palace, Eternal Sun Guild, Mountain Gods Valley, and Void Soul Tower." + +He paused briefly, as though letting the weight of those names settle into the air. "Brian, that bastard from the Mountain Gods Valley, somehow learned that I was the one holding one of the incomplete maps. That’s why he tried to kill me—to take my copy for himself." + +Hearing the names of the forces spilling from Gayle’s lips, Max felt a spark of cold understanding flicker through his mind, his brows arching slightly in reaction. + +Each name was heavy with the weight of power and influence. Every single one of them—Absolute Sword Palace, Void Soul Tower, Eternal Sun Guild, Mountain Gods Valley—belonged to the same echelon as the Great Ruler Empire. + +Together, they were known as the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain. Alongside them stood the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Bright Buddha Palace, completing the circle of immense power that shaped the destiny of nations. + +And now, for the sake of Lord Kome’s rumored treasures, four of those seven overlord forces were involved, their sights locked on the same legendary goal. Five, Max corrected himself inwardly, if he included his own presence from the Great Ruler Empire. A small, cold smile touched his lips. The scale of this endeavor had suddenly grown exponentially. + +Gayle continued speaking, unaware of the cold calculations running through Max’s mind. "According to the map," he said, his voice carrying a note of both anxiety and excitement, "the cemetery of Lord Kome lies near Misty City. In a week’s time, the members of the four forces who hold the incomplete maps will gather in Misty City. When everyone is assembled, they’ll set out together to search for the cemetery."𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +Max’s eyes glinted like cold steel as he listened, his expression thoughtful, yet edged with quiet intensity. A secret tomb of a Divine Rank expert, the involvement of the most powerful forces, and the potential presence of star stones—the stakes were nothing less than monumental. + +The breeze shifted, carrying the scent of damp earth and crushed leaves, and Max let out a faint exhale, already deciding that Misty City would be his next destination. Whatever lay hidden in Lord Kome’s cemetery, Max intended to claim it for himself. + +"Okay, count me in, let’s go to Misty City now!" Max declared with a bright, eager smile flashing across his face. His eyes glimmered with the spark of challenge and anticipation. + +The chance to find Lord Kome’s secret cave—and potentially the star stones—was dangling right in front of him, and he wasn’t the kind of man to let an opportunity slip through his fingers. + +The Misty City wasn’t far, still within the borders of the Celestial Wind Region, and could be reached in about three days if they traveled at a good pace. Max’s mind raced with plans and strategies as he resolved not to waste another moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-784.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-784.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3822a66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-784.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 778: Antique Street" +slug: "ch-784" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 784 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1025 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +So the three of them set off at once, moving through valleys and forests where the scent of damp leaves hung thick in the air. Along the way, under rustling canopies of green and with sunlight breaking through the leaves in shifting patches, Max took the time to converse more deeply with Gayle and Rose. + +It turned out to be a journey full of quiet revelations and exchanges of knowledge. From the siblings, Max learned countless details about the Hundred Battles Region—secrets of its terrain, the shifting alliances of the overlord forces, and stories of great battles and hidden dangers that lay in wait behind seemingly ordinary hills and rivers. + +He soaked up the knowledge like a sponge, committing every tidbit to memory, knowing how crucial information could be in this ever-changing landscape of power. + +Three days later, as dawn’s pale light crept over the horizon, the trio finally arrived at the outskirts of Misty City. The city sprawled for thousands of miles, shrouded under its perpetual veil of silvery mist that curled and drifted like ghostly tendrils around rooftops and towers. + +The fog was delicate at first, a mere translucent curtain over the city streets, casting everything in a dreamlike glow as lantern lights blurred into soft halos. + +But as one gazed westward, the fog thickened, turning into dense white walls where sky and earth seemed to dissolve into an endless void of swirling vapor, hiding all shapes and forms as though the city were perched on the edge of the world itself. + +Arriving inside the city, the three checked into a hotel, its wooden beams polished by age and countless visitors. The place smelled faintly of herbs and burning oil lamps along with futuristic neon glowing signs. + +Tired from the long trek but brimming with thoughts about the coming days, they settled into their rooms, the faint glow of lantern light casting flickering shadows across the walls. + +Night slowly fell over Misty City, the fog outside growing thicker and more mysterious by the hour, wrapping the entire city in a silent embrace. + +Max, determined not to waste a single moment, slipped quietly into his Dimension of Time as soon as he settled into his room for the night. Inside that isolated, timeless space, he launched himself headlong into rigorous training, alternating between fierce repetitions of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art and meticulous practice of the Invisibility Cloak skill. + +Every strike of his fist roared through the still air of his private dimension, his muscles straining as he forced his body to memorize the precise movements of the Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist, the Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist, and finally the cataclysmic Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist. Sweat poured down his face and soaked through his clothes, but he ignored it all, eyes burning with intense focus. + +Equally, he poured effort into the Invisibility Cloak skill, channeling vital essence again and again, feeling the subtle ripples of concealment begin to solidify around him, though he knew it was far from perfect yet. + +He understood all too well that with the coming clash over Lord Kome’s secret cave, and the inevitable presence of 3-star geniuses from powerful factions like the Absolute Sword Palace, Eternal Sun Guild, Mountain Gods Valley, and Void Soul Tower, the entire affair would be teetering on a knife’s edge. In such circumstances, only overwhelming strength—or the ability to slip away unseen—would truly keep him safe. + +He considered his own standing honestly. With his current power, he knew he could dominate peak Champion Rank experts without much strain. But the Legend Rank? That was uncharted territory. He’d never faced a Legend Rank opponent directly, and he wasn’t arrogant enough to assume he could win without testing himself. + +He was aware that Gayle and Rose, though powerful in their own right, were also at the peak of Champion Rank, which meant that if Legend Rank fighters decided to intervene during their expedition, things could spiral out of control. Yet they all knew that a chance to claim the inheritance from a ten-thousand-year-old Divine Rank expert wasn’t the sort of opportunity they could simply let slip by. + +When the night finally ebbed into morning, Max left the Dimension of Time feeling a quiet surge of progress, though there was still so much more to refine. He rose early, the first rays of dawn breaking through the pale fog swirling outside the windows, and decided to explore Misty City a bit further.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +His steps carried him toward Antique Street, a place spoken of in low, eager voices among locals and travelers alike. The street was a maze of weathered stalls and small shops, their wooden signs creaking softly in the breeze, each one stacked high with mysterious trinkets, rusted weapons, ancient scrolls, fragments of talismans, and all manner of artifacts, both genuine and counterfeit. + +Here, the air smelled of old parchment, sandalwood, and the faint, metallic tang of aged treasures. Buyers and sellers haggled in murmurs, while the crowd moved slowly, eyes darting for the gleam of hidden fortunes among dusty wares. + +Max weaved his way between the stalls, his Three Dimensional Body scanning everything around him with practiced precision. He knew that sometimes, real treasures lay hidden in plain sight among piles of worthless junk, waiting only for someone with sharp eyes—and sharp instincts—to claim them. + +’The fog is still here today,’ Max mused as he stepped out onto the bustling streets of Misty City, watching pale tendrils of mist curl around tiled roofs and ancient eaves, shrouding the towering city walls in a white, dreamlike veil. + +It was said that centuries ago, Misty City’s skies were as clear as glass, but everything changed after a cataclysmic battle between super strong cultivators whose ferocious clash distorted the very fabric of the heavens and the earth. + +Since that day, the fog had become a permanent resident, rolling in like a ghostly tide every dawn and lingering stubbornly through dusk, giving Misty City its name and an air of perpetual secrecy. + +In the thick fog, visibility dwindled to only a few feet ahead, and shapes twisted into illusions, making it almost impossible to discern friend from foe. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-785.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-785.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9166386 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-785.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 779: Gathering" +slug: "ch-785" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 785 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1459 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Over time, many bizarre and unexplainable phenomena emerged within this perpetual haze, and these strange occurrences had become intertwined with the lore and allure of the city, especially around the Antique Street, which was now famed as a haven for peculiar treasures and forgotten relics. + +Max wandered deeper into Antique Street, where the fog seemed almost to cling to the old wooden beams of the stalls, coiling through cracks in the weathered planks. He paused at a humble stall where an old man with a drooping white beard displayed a branch that perpetually exhaled gentle wisps of mist. + +It had a faint shimmer, almost like silver dust lay scattered along its bark. Max, driven partly by curiosity and partly by the impulse that rare things might one day prove invaluable, handed over a solid 5,000 PQ without a second thought, even though he had no idea what use the misty branch would serve. + +For him, things were valuable simply because they were rare—and sometimes the strangest items became priceless keys in moments of crisis. + +He didn’t stop there. Max roamed the crooked lanes and hidden corners of Antique Street for hours, scanning every stall and merchant with the discerning perception of his Three Dimensional Body. + +He purchased bombs crafted with mysterious formations, arrows infused with special elemental energies, delicate glass spheres filled with swirling poison smoke, and countless other odds and ends. Each item might only buy him a sliver of time or a narrow escape, but in a place like the rumored tomb of Lord Kome, even a heartbeat could mean the difference between life and death.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +After spending a small fortune gathering protective items and peculiar trinkets, Max spent the remainder of the day touring Misty City alongside Gayle and Rose. They wandered through the stone-paved streets, where lanterns flickered like fireflies in the fog, casting shifting shadows across carved wooden shopfronts and elegant pagodas. + +Together, they sampled street foods sizzling over open braziers, browsed vendors selling spirit herbs and talismans, and traded insights about cultivation and the countless regions of the Middle Domain. + +Despite the looming dangers and the uncertainty of what lay ahead, the atmosphere between them was light, even companionable, as they explored hidden courtyards, mysterious alleys, and ancient pavilions where the fog swirled like drifting silk. + +They knew that in four days, everything would change when they finally met with the representatives of the other powerful forces for their expedition to the tomb of Lord Kome. + +But for now, Max let himself enjoy these moments of relative peace, all the while keeping his senses sharp and his mind firmly fixed on the storm that was inevitably gathering on the horizon. + +He rarely had time for himself and so little things like these always brought him joy. + +*** + +Four days later, as the pale morning mist curled through the streets of Misty City like restless spirits, the famed Hourglass Restaurant bustled with an undercurrent of tension and anticipation. + +The entire building had been booked for the gathering, and every lights burned brightly despite the perpetual dimness outside, casting a warm golden glow over polished wooden floors and intricately carved railings. + +On the third floor, where the private rooms overlooked a drifting sea of fog outside, Max, Gayle, and Rose sat quietly around a corner table. Steam curled gently from the teacups in their hands, the fragrant scent of brewed leaves mingling faintly with the ever-present cool dampness of Misty City. + +Though their gazes appeared calm, a subtle sharpness glinted in their eyes, for they were waiting for those who might soon become both allies and rivals—the geniuses from the other three overlord forces. + +Suddenly, steady footsteps echoed up the stairs, sharp and deliberate. The rhythmic sound broke the quiet as three young men emerged onto the floor. They were clad in matching dark red robes, embroidered with swirling earth and fire patterns that seemed to shimmer slightly under the lantern light, marking them unmistakably as members of the Eternal Sun Guild. + +The one who walked at the forefront carried himself with calm authority, his black hair tied back, eyes dark and cool as he swept the room with a measured glance. His aura radiated strength, every step a subtle ripple of power that betrayed his cultivation—the unmistakable presence of a 1st level Legend Rank expert. + +Trailing a step behind him were two others, both appearing in their early thirties but weathered enough to look closer to forty. Their expressions were guarded and reserved, and though they were at the peak of Champion Rank, it was obvious from the deference in their stance that the man leading them was the true core of their group. + +As they approached the table, the leading young man paused and focused his eyes on Gayle, the faintest forced smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Gayle." + +"Derek," Gayle responded evenly, his voice calm but his posture subtly stiff, eyes narrowed with wary familiarity as he acknowledged the man’s name. + +While the polite exchange hung between them, Rose leaned a little closer to Max, concealing her lips with her teacup as she whispered via vital essence, her voice resonating like a soft breeze inside Max’s mind. "Max, this Derek is a 3-star genius of the Eternal Sun Guild. He’s extremely powerful—even stronger than my brother." + +Max merely inclined his head in a small nod, his face remaining relaxed as he lifted his cup, concealing the glint of thoughtful caution in his eyes. + +He knew well enough that none of the 3-star geniuses from the seven overlord forces were people to underestimate. Each carried not only the weight of their own talent and power but also the authority and resources of the mighty factions behind them. It was these very figures who could become decisive obstacles—or dangerous partners—on the road ahead. + +The tension in the air thickened as Derek, the 3-star genius from the Eternal Sun Guild, cast a sharp, probing glance toward Max. + +The faint curl of disdain lifted the corners of his lips as he jabbed his finger in Max’s direction, his voice as cold as the fog seeping into the room. "Is this person also a member of your Absolute Sword Palace?" he demanded, a subtle sneer threading through his words, as though the idea of an outsider joining their dangerous venture was an insult to his pride. + +Gayle smiled and said. "He is Max from the Great Ruler Empire." + +At that, Derek’s brows shot up, and a flash of scorn glittered in his dark eyes. He let out a cold snort, his arms folding across his chest, the movement sending a ripple through the flame-patterned embroidery of his crimson robe. + +"This seems a bit against the rules!" he barked, voice growing louder as he leaned forward. "Originally, there were only supposed to be four groups from four forces. Now you bring in someone from another force? Are we turning this expedition into a circus?" + +Gayle shrugged and said. "You and I only agreed that no one could bring in Legend Rank experts. When did we ever say we couldn’t invite a Master Rank warrior? What’s wrong, Derek? Is the mighty Eternal Sun Guild afraid of a single Master Rank junior?" A smirk flickered over his lips as he threw the challenge back across the table, his tone tinged with quiet provocation. + +"Afraid?" Derek scoffed, laughter bursting out of him like sparks from flint striking stone. His eyes roved over Max with utter contempt, as though he were examining a fly buzzing around his wine cup. "What a joke! A mere warrior at the 6th level of Master Rank? He’ll probably die as soon as he steps into the cemetery. And then he’ll just be another corpse for the tomb-guarding beasts to chew on." + +Max remained perfectly still, his expression calm, though a faint glimmer of cold amusement flickered in his gaze. He had no intention of dignifying Derek’s insult with a reaction; after all, he’d seen too many of these arrogant "geniuses" crumble the moment true danger pressed upon them. + +Meanwhile, Derek and his two companions finally found themselves a table and sat down, the air around them humming with tension. The Eternal Sun Guild warriors stayed silent, though their eyes occasionally darted toward Max, curiosity and lingering suspicion mingling in their gazes. + +For a long moment, the floor of the restaurant settled back into a wary quiet, punctuated only by the clinking of porcelain cups and the faint rustle of robes. + +And then, just as the mood seemed poised to slip back into calm, the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed once more up the wooden staircase, heralding the arrival of yet more powerful figures—and signaling that the true gathering of forces was only just beginning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-786.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-786.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0e69575 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-786.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 780: Arrival of Other Forces" +slug: "ch-786" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 786 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1045 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Before anyone else could ascend the stairs, an oppressive aura, sharp and unbridled as a blade drawn across steel, spilled into the Hourglass Restaurant’s third floor like a wave crashing upon the shore. + +Max, seated calmly beside Gayle and Rose, felt that surge of pressure sweep over him, rattling the tea cups on the table and making the very air seem taut and thin. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition dancing through his mind as he tasted that familiar, icy edge of power. + +’Mountain Gods Valley,’ he thought to himself, his senses bristling in silent alert. + +Within just a few breaths, the owner of that ferocious presence emerged into sight. A figure stepped onto the landing, his stride measured yet brimming with ferocious confidence. + +He wore the signature silver robes of Mountain Gods Valley, embroidered with faintly glowing threads that shimmered like etched runes under the lantern light. The insignia on his chest bore three jagged mountain peaks—a clear mark of a 3-star genius. + +The man was tall, his frame lean and taut with wiry muscle. His face was angular, handsome in a cold, severe way, with eyes as piercing as frosted steel. The aura rolling off him was so sharp and oppressive that it seemed to slice into the skin, leaving a faint stinging sensation in the flesh and a chill crawling down the spine. + +His mere presence seemed to darken the room, the laughter and quiet murmurs in the restaurant fading to uneasy silence. + +Max’s frown deepened as he silently measured the newcomer. The force radiating from this man felt even more terrifying than Derek’s, despite both of them being at the 1st level of the Legend Realm. + +Where Derek’s power was like a blazing inferno, brash and consuming, this man’s aura was cold, precise, and honed like a sword that had been sharpened a thousand times. + +"Scott Haynes, are you alone?" Derek suddenly called out from his table, his voice echoing across the hush that had fallen over the room. + +He lifted his chin slightly, eyes narrowing with both fear and curiosity. He knew the name well. Among the Mountain Gods Valley, Scott Haynes was a name whispered in both admiration and fear—a prodigy whose strength could silence even other known geniuses. + +Scott’s lips curled into a thin, contemptuous smile, his eyes sweeping the room as though none of those present were worthy of his notice. "One person is enough," he said flatly, his voice as cold and cutting as the aura surrounding him. + +Derek let out a humorless laugh, though his gaze held a flicker of wariness. "I hope you won’t regret it then," he said, a hint of challenge in his tone. + +He knew that while individual strength was valuable, sheer numbers often proved decisive when venturing into perilous places like the rumored cemetery. If time hadn’t been pressing, Derek himself would have gathered more allies rather than relying solely on his own companions. + +Scott merely smirked, giving a single dismissive flick of his fingers as if swatting away an annoying insect. He said nothing further, his posture radiating supreme confidence, as though he alone could conquer any danger the world might throw at him. + +Time seemed to stretch thin under the weight of their collective presence. Conversations resumed only in hushed murmurs, every warrior on the floor aware that three of the Middle Domain’s top forces were now represented in this single room—and the tension thrummed through the floorboards like an unstruck gong. + +More than half an hour ticked by, each minute thick with anticipation, as all eyes occasionally flickered to the stairs, waiting for the last group to appear and complete the deadly puzzle forming in the Hourglass Restaurant. + +A simmering tension pulsed through the room as Derek, unable to hide the growing impatience in his voice, slammed his teacup back onto the table so hard that liquid sloshed over the rim. + +His eyes, narrowed with frustration, flicked toward the staircase as he growled, "The members of the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall are too arrogant! We agreed to meet in the morning, but it’s almost noon now." His words hung in the air, sharp and brittle, drawing the attention of every person seated on the third floor. + +But before the silence could settle, a haughty, drawling voice floated up from the floor below, dripping with disdain. "The member of the Eternal Sun Guild is restless and irritable. It seems that there is no future for him." + +The voice was so casual, so utterly condescending, that even the ambient chatter in the restaurant seemed to choke off, replaced by an electric crackle of anticipation.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Derek’s face turned beet red with rage, his fists clenching at his sides until his knuckles went pale. His chest heaved, and his lips parted as though he might unleash a furious retort—but the words died in his throat. + +For a long, quivering moment, Derek seemed ready to leap up and charge down the stairs, but then, with visible effort, he forced himself back into his chair. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he swallowed his pride, aware that of all the seven overlord forces, the Void Soul Tower was one he could least afford to provoke without careful thought. + +Besides, as much as it galled him, he knew he’d been the first to break the decorum by openly complaining. For now, he could only swallow his fury like a mouthful of vinegar. + +Then, as though summoned by the mere mention of their name, an unfamiliar aura drifted up the staircase. It was a peculiar presence—light yet dense, cool and refreshing yet carrying a hidden sharpness, reminiscent of deep ancient forests shrouded in eternal twilight. + +The scent was faint but carried the crisp note of moss and leaves, as though the man approaching carried a piece of some primordial woodland around him. + +A moment later, a young man emerged onto the third floor, stepping into view with deliberate grace. He was older than most of those already seated, his features refined and marked with faint lines of age and experience, putting him somewhere in his mid- to late-thirties. + +His dark hair fell smoothly around a face carved with elegant symmetry, and his eyes glimmered like polished onyx, cold and appraising. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-787.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-787.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bbe5d5f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-787.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 781: Void Soul Tower" +slug: "ch-787" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 787 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1083 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +What struck Max most wasn’t simply the man’s presence but the aura this young man had. There was a pride etched into every inch of his bearing—not the fierce, lethal confidence that radiated from Scott, nor even the fiery arrogance of Derek, but a pride rooted in something deeper. + +It was the kind of pride that came not merely from personal strength but from the weight of a lineage and a seat among secrets few could fathom. It was the detached superiority of a man who knew he belonged to something higher than the world around him. + +He paused just at the top of the stairs, his gaze sweeping coolly over the gathered figures before settling briefly on Derek, who stiffened in visible irritation. + +Then his eyes flickered toward Scott, lingered for a fraction of a second, and finally came to rest on Max. For an instant, a subtle curiosity glinted in those dark eyes—as though he were studying an anomaly in a puzzle he had not anticipated. + +Void Soul Tower was indeed one of the seven overlord forces in the Middle Domain, yet what truly distinguished them from the other six wasn’t merely power or heritage, but their extreme exclusivity. + +Unlike the other factions, which teemed with vast numbers of ordinary members and armies of normal geniuses, the Void Soul Tower admitted only star-level geniuses into its ranks. There were no ordinary members to fill its halls. Every person who wore the insignia of the Void Soul Tower was someone capable of punching far above their weight, capable of defeating opponents stronger than themselves. + +It was this policy, ruthless and singular, that made Void Soul Tower one of the most formidable forces in the entire Middle Domain, its might concentrated into a select group of terrifying prodigies rather than diffused across a vast army. + +The man who had just arrived, Frank, might not have been on the same level as the towering auras of Derek or Scott, who were both standing firmly in the Legend Rank, but the momentum he carried was enough to rival them regardless. + +His strength was still at the peak of the Champion Rank, yet every step he took seemed to ripple through the air like a blade slicing water. Even in silence, he commanded attention, the unseen weight of the Void Soul Tower’s legacy radiating around him like a mantle of authority. + +Max felt Rose’s voice flicker into his mind, a quiet pulse of words across their vital essence link. "This person is Frank, one of the strongest 2-star geniuses of the Void Soul Tower. Although he’s not a 3-star genius, he’s practiced for a long time and should not be underestimated." + +Max offered no reply, merely inclining his head a fraction as he kept his eyes fixed on the stairs, sensing a new shift in the atmosphere. + +Scott, too, turned his head, his sharp gaze locked on the stairwell, while Derek paused mid-sip of his tea, brow furrowing in sudden wariness. + +From the lower floors, a sound began to drift upward—a soft cadence, as delicate and precise as the hush of seeds breaking soil in early spring. It was the sound of footsteps so gentle that for an instant, it felt as though the building itself were holding its breath to listen. The conversation on the third floor died away entirely as every gaze tilted toward the stairwell. + +And then, as though conjured from the folds of the fog itself, a woman stepped into view. She wore a robe of delicate green that shimmered subtly like dew on new leaves beneath the first rays of dawn. + +Her face was exquisitely beautiful, every feature carved with an otherworldly precision, her skin radiant and flawless as polished jade. Yet there was nothing merely mortal about her beauty—it carried an air of the ethereal, the untouchable grace of a fairy descending from celestial clouds. Her presence seemed to hush the very air, casting an almost sacred silence over the room. + +This was a beauty easily on par with Alice, with Lena, even with Princess Lyra herself. Yet unlike them, who carried either regal poise or playful warmth, this woman emanated a cool, serene detachment, like the breeze whispering across an untouched mountain lake. + +For a brief moment, Gayle’s eyes widened in wonder, his mouth parting slightly as though he’d forgotten how to breathe. Derek’s brows arched high in astonishment, and even Scott, who had looked unimpressed by everything until now, found his sharp gaze lingering longer than usual. + +Only Max remained utterly calm, his expression unchanged as he gazed silently at the new arrival, his mind already working behind the quiet depths of his eyes. Even as the woman’s beauty drew the room into stunned silence, Max’s instincts told him that this was no ordinary genius—that she might prove to be the most dangerous piece on the board yet. + +The woman’s strength was like a vast ocean hidden beneath a placid surface, quietly boundless yet unfathomably deep, and as she stepped lightly onto the third floor, the entire atmosphere shifted as though the heavens themselves had exhaled. + +She was at the 4th level of the Legend Rank—a realm of power already daunting in its own right—but the feeling she gave off to Max was far beyond mere anything he ever felt. Even Scott, with his razor-sharp aura and knife-edge momentum, seemed almost ordinary by comparison. + +There was a serene supremacy about this woman that dwarfed the others in the room, as if she moved in a world a layer higher than theirs. + +The instant her slender form crossed the threshold, the conflicting auras that had been clashing invisibly between Derek, Scott, Frank, and the others vanished as though they had never existed. The crackling tension dissolved into an eerie tranquility, as if a light drizzle were falling in an unseen forest, mist rising softly until heaven and earth became veiled and distant. + +’Is she a Heaven Grade genius?’ The question flashed through Max’s mind as swiftly as a bolt of lightning, his pupils shrinking with fierce focus. + +He’d seen prodigies before, fought against monstrous talents from the Lower Domain to the Middle Domain, but the aura radiating from this woman was unlike anything he’d ever encountered. It was not simply power; it was as though she existed half a step removed from the mortal plane itself. + +Only a Heaven Grade genius—those once-in-a-millennium individuals said to carry a near-certain destiny of reaching the Divine Rank—could possess such an awe-inspiring presence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-788.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-788.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cee6be2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-788.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 782: A Heaven Grade genius" +slug: "ch-788" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 788 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At that very moment, Rose’s voice pulsed through his mind in a quiet thread of vital essence, tinged with something like grudging admiration—and a sharp edge of jealousy. "If my guess is correct, she is June Andrews, one of the three Heaven Grade geniuses Mountain Gods Valley has." + +Max’s eyes narrowed fractionally as the name settled in his thoughts like a stone dropped into deep water. ’June Andrews...’ He knew the significance of that title. Heaven Grade geniuses were not merely the strongest class of genius in the Middle Domain—they were the strongest class in the entire world of Acaris. + +Legends said that such people possessed destinies marked by the cosmos itself, with talent and potential so supreme they carried a guaranteed path to become Divine Rank experts one day. They were as rare as they were terrifying, numbered perhaps in only fifties across the entire vast world. + +And here stood one, quietly graceful, her delicate green robes shifting as though they were woven from mist, her calm eyes gazing over the assembled geniuses with neither challenge nor contempt—merely quiet indifference. In her presence, even the other 3-star geniuses seemed diminished, their hard-earned auras flickering like candle flames in a sudden storm. + +For the first time in a long while, Max felt a ripple of true caution thread through his chest. He knew without a shred of doubt: this woman, June Andrews, was the most dangerous person in the room by a vast margin—and possibly the greatest obstacle or ally he would encounter in his quest for the secrets of Lord Kome’s tomb. + +Frank’s voice carried a bright, almost theatrical note of pride as he gestured grandly to the beautiful woman who’d just sat down. "Everyone, this is my Junior Sister June Andrews, one of the three Heaven Grade geniuses from Mountain Gods Valley. I don’t know how many lifetimes you have cultivated for the blessing to have the opportunity to meet her." + +His tone brimmed with obvious reverence, as if simply speaking her name conferred some reflected glory upon himself. Even as he spoke, there was a hint of resignation in his eyes, the quiet understanding that while he might technically be her senior brother, in the presence of a Heaven Grade genius like June Andrews, he was destined always to stand in the shade of her brilliance. + +Across the table, Derek stood up sharply, the lines of his face smoothing into a polite, practiced smile, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of respect and cautious curiosity. "Derek meets Miss June," he said formally, inclining his head slightly in a gesture of courtesy that was just this side of deferential. + +But June didn’t so much as flick her eyes in his direction. Instead, she simply glided over to an empty seat as if no one else existed, the soft green fabric of her robe settling around her like mist coiling over quiet waters. Her pale, slender fingers rested lightly on the table, her eyes half-lidded and utterly indifferent to the frozen smile lingering on Derek’s face. + +A flush of color rose in Derek’s cheeks, blooming red and stark against the fair skin of his face, then fading swiftly to a pale, embarrassed blue. + +For a moment, he seemed poised to say something more—to reclaim a shred of his dignity—but the words twisted unsaid in his throat as he dropped back into his chair, shoulders stiff with silent fury. + +Gayle chuckled at the sudden, awkward silence and clapped his hands together as if to brush off the tension. "Should we set off?!" he proposed, a note of eager anticipation in his voice, his eyes darting around the table. + +"Wait." The voice that cut across Gayle’s suggestion was cold, steady as iron. + +Everyone turned their gaze toward Scott, whose expression remained as unreadable and severe as a granite cliff. His posture was relaxed, yet there was an edge of authority in his bearing that demanded attention.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +"What’s wrong?" Gayle asked, his brows furrowing, while several others leaned forward, curiosity piqued. + +Scott’s eyes shifted slowly around the table before fixing calmly on Gayle. "The geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall aren’t here yet. Let’s wait a little longer." + +And as though summoned by Scott’s very mention, the sound of footsteps began echoing from below. Each crisp tap on the wooden stairs felt like the ticking of an unseen clock, winding tighter and tighter. + +Moments later, the first person to emerge into the third-floor chamber was a young man clad in sleek black robes etched with twisting lightning patterns that shimmered faintly in the lantern light. His eyes were sharp, scanning the room with a predator’s cool gaze, and the air around him seemed to crackle faintly with a low electric buzz. + +The instant Max’s eyes fell upon those lightning motifs, his expression darkened slightly, his pupils narrowing like a blade being honed. The stylized arcs of lightning were unmistakable—the symbol of the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +Behind the first man came another figure, also in black robes marked by lightning sigils. But as soon as Max’s gaze settled on the newcomer’s face, a flash of recognition—and sharp, simmering annoyance—sparked in his eyes. + +’Enemies really do meet on narrow roads...’ Max thought grimly. + +Because the second man striding into the room with cool arrogance was none other than Omar of the Thunder Monarch Hall—the same Omar whom Max had encountered, battled, and thoroughly humiliated in the Berserk Lightning Region by looting his precious treasure. + +’This is bad.’ Max frowned. At this moment, he truly regretted not coming here with a mask on his face. + +Scott’s lips curved into a subtle, satisfied smile the instant he saw the members of the Thunder Monarch Hall striding up the stairs and onto the third floor. The harsh edge in his eyes softened, replaced by a glimmer of camaraderie. + +It wasn’t just casual friendliness that prompted his earlier insistence to wait; Mountain Gods Valley and Thunder Monarch Hall had long shared strong ties, both politically and personally. Their young elites, like Scott and Omar, were accustomed to working together, forming alliances that could tip the balance in dangerous ventures like this one. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-789.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-789.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b43ac00 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-789.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 783: Heavenly Star Secret Domain" +slug: "ch-789" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 789 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1053 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +In truth, there was more driving Scott’s smile than simple friendship. Not long ago, Young Master Omar himself had privately handed Scott a star stone—a gleaming fragment as luminous as a piece of a fallen star. In exchange, Omar had asked Scott to guarantee his safety and support throughout their expedition into Lord Kome’s secret cave. + +To any ordinary expert, this would be a precious treasure in its own right, but to Scott, it represented something far greater. For the so-called Star Stone wasn’t merely a pretty gem; it was the very key to entering the fabled Heavenly Star Secret Domain—a place whose name alone could make even the boldest geniuses of the Middle Domain tremble with desire. + +Unlike other secret realms that demanded precise celestial alignments, rare formations, or limited openings that might come only once every few centuries, the Heavenly Star Secret Domain was unique in its accessibility. + +One needed only a single item: the star stone. Crush it, and you could step into the domain whenever you chose. Yet, entry was not entirely free. The secret domain imposed two strict conditions: the one’s strength level must not exceed the Legend Rank, and their age could not surpass fifty. + +It was these restrictions that shaped the Heavenly Star Secret Domain into the domain of geniuses. Only those in the prime of their youth, who had cultivated astonishing talent and power without yet reaching the realms of ancient seniors, could qualify. + +Thus, the domain earned its alternate title across the Middle Domain—the Genius Secret Realm. Within its bounds lay unimaginable opportunities and dangers alike: ancient inheritances, peerless techniques, and mysterious treasures that could elevate even an already remarkable genius into an existence that ruled over empires. + +And for the seven overlord forces and other powerful factions, it was nothing less than a crucible where the future of their legacies was forged. + +According to what countless rumors and scattered whispers claimed, the Heavenly Star Secret Domain was a place that seemed forged from the very stuff of legends—a realm not merely hidden in the Middle Domain, but almost existing above it, wrapped in a cosmic veil.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +Those who had ventured there and managed to return alive spoke of a magnificent road suspended beneath an endless canopy of stars, shimmering like a river of silver across the black velvet sky. It was known as the Starry Sky Road. And it was not a path that anyone could simply walk by will alone—it was a path that judged you. + +The stronger one’s potential, the farther they could advance along its radiant expanse. For every certain distance traveled upon that celestial road, the domain would conjure a trial, each one growing fiercer and more intricate the deeper you progressed. + +These were not merely physical battles, but challenges that could test an expert’s will, mental fortitude, elemental mastery, or even the secrets of one’s bloodline. + +Those who succeeded in overcoming each level’s test would receive a unique blessing—the power of the Heavenly Star Secret Domain itself. It was this blessing that made legends out of geniuses, for the moment it infused into an expert’s body, their leveling speed would explode, sometimes skyrocketing them by one or two entire small realms in the span of days. + +Yet, this miraculous power was not infinite. The Heavenly Star Secret Domain’s energy was consumed with each upgrade granted, and once that mystical energy depleted, an expert’s speed of progress would revert to normal. + +But the domain’s magic went deeper still. It was said that only the true super-geniuses—those Heaven Grade figures whose names were whispered with awe across all of Acaris—could penetrate the innermost depths of the Heavenly Star Secret Domain. + +And those few who emerged from those hidden reaches rarely uttered a single word about what they had seen or gained. Their silence, more than any rumors, only fueled the domain’s myth. + +Thus, for countless generations, the Heavenly Star Secret Domain remained not merely a treasure trove, but a forge for shaping the future rulers of the Middle Domain itself. + +All these thoughts pulsed through Scott’s mind as his eyes swept over Omar, who gave him a brief nod brimming with silent understanding. The star stone Omar had entrusted to him wasn’t merely a gift; it was a pact, a silent contract tying their fates together once they stepped into the depths of Lord Kome’s secret cave. + +Because, in truth, they were not just searching for Lord Kome’s treasures—they were seeking clues or even hidden passages that might award even more star stones. That possibility had the power to upend the balance between the overlord forces, making this gathering in Misty City far more than a simple tomb raid. + +Scott Haynes, despite his formidable talent as a 3-star genius of the Mountain Gods Valley, had never been fortunate enough to enter that legendary place. So, when Young Master Omar of the Thunder Monarch Hall approached him with the glittering offer of a star stone—the very key to the Heavenly Star Secret Domain—Scott found it impossible to refuse. + +The star stone wasn’t merely a precious object; it was a ticket into destiny. Accepting it came with a price, of course. Omar wanted Scott’s protection throughout their expedition into Lord Kome’s secret cave. Scott calculated the risks and benefits and quickly agreed. After all, opportunities like this might come only once in a lifetime. + +Moreover, Young Master Omar hadn’t arrived alone. Two other figures flanked him as he stepped into the third floor of the Hourglass Restaurant. + +One of them emanated the calm but lethal presence of someone who had reached the peak of Champion Rank, while the other—a stern-faced man named Josh—radiated the dense and oppressive aura of a 1st level Legend Rank genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +As Scott nodded a silent greeting toward Josh, acknowledging both his presence and their silent alliance, Omar’s eyes swept the room. His gaze moved across Derek, Scott, and Frank before landing squarely on Max. + +And the instant he saw Max, Omar’s entire expression twisted. His pupils shrank, his lips curled, and colors flickered across his face like lightning storms flashing in the sky. + +"It’s you!" Omar snarled, his voice trembling with anger as he pointed a quivering finger at Max. "Thief! How dare you show your face here after stealing from me?!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-79.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-79.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..45173db --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-79.md @@ -0,0 +1,130 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 79: Two Meets" +slug: "ch-79" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 79 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1227 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The next day, Max left for the Battle Realm with Alice. + +"Do your best, Max."𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +"Show them, Max, who the real genius is!" + +"Kick his ass, Max." + +"All the best, Max." + +In the Battle Hall, many members of various ages cheered for him as they saw him enter the hall. + +Max smiled confidently at them and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to humiliate that guy so much that he’ll think twice before leaving his house." + +The members in the hall smiled wryly. They thought that either Max was too overconfident or simply crazy. + +Killian had held the number one spot in the Novice Rankings for three years now. This was enough to show how strong he had been for the past three years. Find adventures on empire + +Now that his strength had reached the very peak of Novice Rank and was just one step away from Apprentice Rank, one could only imagine how strong he would be now. + +Therefore, they didn’t take Max’s words seriously at all. + +Smiling at the crowd in the hall, Max entered the Battle Realm with Alice. + +--- + +In the Battle Realm, Max reappeared at his cube. + +’Today will be a very satisfying day,’ he thought as he stepped out of his cube. + +Hundreds, if not thousands, of people had gathered in front of Max’s cube, forming a tightly packed crowd. Their faces were alive with anticipation, their excitement almost palpable. + +Soon Max revealed himself causing the crowd to go crazy. + +"How confident are you, Max?" someone called out from the throng. + +"Can your level 6 strength really stand up to Killian?" another voice chimed in, laced with doubt. + +"Killian is a once-in-a-generation genius. Don’t you think challenging him was a mistake?" a third asked, skepticism evident in their tone. + +Questions flew at Max from all directions, each one probing his resolve and daring him to justify his boldness. Some believed Max had made a grave mistake by challenging Killian, while others doubted whether his strength was enough to face such a formidable opponent. + +Yet, despite their skepticism, every single one of them was brimming with excitement. The thought of a battle between the undefeated rising star and the reigning genius who had held the top spot for years was simply too thrilling to miss. + +Hearing the barrage of questions from the crowd, Max’s smile widened as a sly expression appeared on his face. + +"I challenge Killian because I want to crush him," he declared boldly. "I want to show him how weak he truly is. I want to expose how vulnerable he becomes when facing someone at level 6. I want him to realize that he is nothing in front of me. And most importantly," Max paused, letting his words sink in, "I want him to understand that despite being a Blade, he is no more than an ant to me." + +"Did he really just say that? Calling Killian an ant? That’s insane!" + +"Max has some serious guts. Challenging the number one is one thing, but taunting a Blade like that? He’s either incredibly brave or completely reckless." + +"I’ve never seen anyone speak like this about the Blades." + +"Say what you will, but you can’t deny the guy has guts. He’s either got a trump card up his sleeve, or he’s just riding high on arrogance." + +"Guts? More like a death wish. Killian’s been undefeated for years, and Max thinks his level 6 strength is enough to take him down?" + +The crowd erupted in murmurs, a mix of shock, admiration, and disbelief filling the air. Max’s audacity was unmatched, and whether they believed in him or not, one thing was certain—this battle was about to become an event remembered for a long time. + +Max smiled at the crowd and waited for Killian in front of his cube. His cube had moved up to the layer of the Novice Rankings individuals, so all 20 of the top rankings shared the same hall. However, Max noticed that very few of the twenty individuals ever came to the Battle Realm. + +’I guess everyone in the top 20 in the rankings is busy training to level up to Apprentice Rank, but today, they’re here,’ Max mused as he observed the small groups gathered in front of each of the cubes in the hall. + +Just at that moment, he noticed Alice coming towards him with Nash and Erica. + +"I heard your little declaration just now, and I have to say I’m impressed by your ability to cause doom to yourself," Nash said mockingly as he arrived before Max. + +Max shrugged. "Some things are better said to everyone." + +"So, you think you can take on Killian, Max?" Erica asked softly. + +"No," Nash said with an obvious smirk on his face. "He doesn’t think he’ll win. He thinks he’ll dominate Killian like an ant." He leaned closer to Max and asked, "Isn’t that right, Max?" + +Max looked directly into his eyes. "You are correct. I’ll beat him so badly that he’ll have nightmares about me. Though I’m just worried I might kill him too easily, which might spoil all the fun," he sneered. + +"Haha," Nash chuckled. "You are an interesting kid, but I still need to take away the purple lantern." + +"Huh?" Max’s shoulders slumped. "You won’t forget about that thing, will you?" + +Nash shrugged. "That’s property of the Lionheart Guild, so I have to take it away from you no matter what." + +Max sighed. "Even if I give you the lantern, since I’m its contracted master, if I summon it, it’ll directly teleport back to me." + +Nash shook his head. "You don’t need to worry about that. Just return the lantern to us." + +Max smiled and shook his head. "Forget it." + +Nash glared at Max while Erica and Alice talked on the side. + +"You’re here. I thought you’d run away after challenging Killian." Just then, a very mocking voice sounded. + +The crowd cleared a path, and a Blade Family, led by Allen and Elena, strode toward them. + +Max noticed Killian among them, and he appeared very calm. + +"You’re Max?" Killian asked as he arrived before him. + +Max smiled. "You’re correct." + +Killian smiled warmly. "Let’s have a great battle." + +Max suddenly started laughing like a madman. "Hahaha! Oh, spare me your pretentious gentleman act!" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Even if you truly are a gentleman, you won’t like what’s coming your way." + +He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering but gaining a venomous edge. "If you’re looking for someone to blame, don’t point your finger at me. Blame Elena and Allen—your precious Blade Family’s so-called ’bitch and dog.’" + +Gasps erupted from the crowd, disbelief and shock spreading like wildfire. Max’s words were like a slap to the face, each one more inflammatory than the last. + +"Did he just call out two of the most respected members of the Blade Family?" someone whispered in shock. + +"He’s insane! He’s throwing gasoline on a fire that’s already blazing!" another exclaimed. + +Max pointed at Killian, sending a challenge as he turned to the crowd. "Watch how I humiliate the so-called Genius of the Blade Family." + +With those words, he entered his cube, leaving everyone speechless. They hadn’t expected at all that Max would go crazy at the last possible minutes. + +"Don’t lose." Allen said to Killian, his tone incredibly serious. + +Killian nodded in confidence as he entered his cube. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-790.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-790.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..814af02 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-790.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 784: Julio’s opportunity" +slug: "ch-790" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 790 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1268 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Haha, Young Master Omar, how was that little gift I left behind for you in the Berserk Lightning Region?" + +Max’s laugh rang out, sharp and disdainful, echoing through the high rafters of the Hourglass Restaurant’s third floor. His white robes swished around his legs as he tilted his head slightly, his eyes glinting like blades beneath the glow of the lanterns overhead. + +He taunted, voice dripping with a cruel amusement that rolled over the crowd like a sudden gust of icy wind. "Did it give you a good scare—or did it blow up more than just your pride?" + +Omar’s face turned from livid red to pale gray, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly for a moment like a fish pulled from water. His chest heaved under the black robes marked with lightning sigils, and veins stood out at his temples as rage seethed inside him. + +"You...!" he choked, fingers trembling as he pointed at Max, but words seemed to fail him. + +Josh, who had been quietly observing the exchange with a deep frown, suddenly narrowed his eyes. The young man’s aura tightened like a coiling serpent, dense and oppressive, making the nearby tables rattle ever so slightly as cups and plates clinked together. + +His sharp voice cut through the tension like a sword. "What happened, Young Master Omar?" he demanded, turning his eyes on Omar with a chilling calmness that only made the moment more dangerous. + +Omar sucked in a shuddering breath, still glaring murderously at Max. "Josh, this is the one I told you about earlier!" he spat out finally. "This bastard dared to lay hands on me in the Berserk Lightning Region. He ambushed me, nearly killed me, and stole every treasure I carried—including the lightning marrow stones my father personally gave me!" + +His voice trembled as humiliation and fury surged through him. "This wretch humiliated me!" + +Josh’s gaze slid back to Max, his eyes dark as storm clouds swirling with the promise of thunder and destruction. His lips curved into a cold sneer as his killing intent surged outward like invisible blades slicing through the room. + +"So it’s you," he said softly, his tone like the edge of a sword. "I was wondering whether the people Omar brought were simply useless, or whether this thief was truly someone worth noticing." He took a single step forward, the wooden floor creaking beneath the shift of his weight, and shadows seemed to dance around his figure. "Tell me, thief—how do you want to die?" + +Max arched an eyebrow, completely unfazed. His lips curled into a smirk as he stood there, arms folded casually over his chest. "With just you?" he shot back, his voice dripping with scorn. "A single 1st level Legend Rank genius dares to speak to me about death?" + +He tilted his head, white hair sliding over his shoulder, and scoffed. "You should ask Omar first how my ’death’ worked out for him last time." + +A hush fell over the third floor of the Hourglass Restaurant so abruptly it was as if the air itself had frozen solid. Even the lights seemed to flicker lower, trembling in the thick silence that followed Max’s scornful words. + +Josh’s sneer twitched at the corner of his lips as his teeth ground together, the veins on his neck standing out like taut ropes. + +He gave a sharp, humorless laugh, the sound echoing off the wooden beams overhead. "With just me? Believe me when I say—to kill you, I’d need just one move." His voice was soft, but each syllable dripped with lethal promise, like venom sliding from a serpent’s fangs. + +Max folded his arms across his chest, silver hair falling over one eye as he tilted his chin slightly higher, his gaze glinting like ice. "I’ve heard," he said, voice calm and cool, but carrying clearly across the stunned restaurant, "that Thunder Monarch Hall is the weakest among the seven overlord forces. That it’s filled with trash who only bark louder than they bite." + +A smirk curved his lips as he leaned forward a fraction. "So let’s see exactly how much trash you guys really are." + +The words dropped like stones into a still pond. For a heartbeat, there was absolute silence, as if the entire third floor was holding its collective breath. Then shock exploded across every face. Heads whipped toward Max, eyes wide, mouths agape. + +Frank’s lips parted in a slow, incredulous smile as he shook his head slightly, a cold glimmer in his eyes. He stared at Max as though he’d sprouted a second head. This kid...has he eaten some spirit herb that made him fearless? he thought. Even as a member of the Void Soul Tower—a force famed for arrogance and pride—Frank wouldn’t have dared to mock another overlord force so brazenly, let alone call them trash to their faces. + +Across the table, Derek’s eyes lit up with malicious amusement, his lips curling into a sneer as he crossed his arms, seemingly eager to see Thunder Monarch Hall and Max tear each other apart. + +June’s eyes flickered as she watched in silence, her expression unreadable, though an odd glimmer of interest sparked in the depths of her calm gaze. + +Josh’s entire face darkened like thunder rolling across a stormy sky. A powerful, suffocating aura began to surge from his body, rippling the air around him. Tables rattled. Teacups cracked as hairline fractures crawled up delicate porcelain. "How...dare...you...insult the Thunder Monarch Hall?!" he snarled, his voice echoing off the wooden walls like rolling thunder. + +Sparks of blue lightning crackled around his arms and shoulders, snaking out in sharp arcs that scorched the floorboards beneath his feet. The scent of ozone thickened instantly, tingling on every tongue. + +Gasps erupted around the room as people shrank back, chairs scraping across the floor as they pushed themselves as far from the coming storm as possible. + +"Brother Josh, let me handle him. Someone at the 6th level of Master Rank isn’t even worth you making a move," he declared loudly, his voice edged with a mix of confidence and desperation. + +The words were clearly meant for Young Master Omar’s ears as much as for Josh or Max. + +Max tilted his head, his hair sliding across his cheek, regarding Julio with faint amusement, as though assessing a bug scuttling across his path. + +Julio, however, didn’t notice—or pretended not to. His mind was working feverishly behind his determined expression. For years, he’d been vying for a place in Young Master Omar’s circle. + +He’d heard the stories: the luxurious resources, the high-level guidance, the chance to rise above the thousands of other talented disciples of the Thunder Monarch Hall. But luck had never been on his side. Young Master Omar was difficult to approach, surrounded by his own close confidants and guarded by layers of protocol and power. + +Until now. + +When the news of Lord Kome’s secret cave broke out, Julio seized his chance, worming his way into the team under the pretext of needing to serve the Thunder Monarch Hall’s interests. It was his first opportunity to stand close enough to Young Master Omar to prove his worth. + +And now, fate seemed to be handing him the perfect stage: a bold, arrogant interloper insulting the Thunder Monarch Hall in front of everyone. A perfect villain to slay. + +His eyes glinted with the hunger of a man who saw the gates of fortune swinging open. "Young Master Omar, please allow me to handle this. Let me cut him down as an offering of loyalty to you." His voice trembled slightly at the end, the weight of his own ambition pressing on his chest. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-791.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-791.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c59a7aa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-791.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 785: Standing Up for Max" +slug: "ch-791" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 791 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1059 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Omar glanced at Julio, his eyes narrowing briefly as though considering whether the man before him was worthy of even that chance. After a long moment, he waved a dismissive hand, lips curling into a sneer. "Fine. Do it quickly. Don’t embarrass the Thunder Monarch Hall." + +Julio nearly shivered with relief and excitement, turning back toward Max, lightning swirling ever more violently around his arms. He planted his feet in a solid stance, jaw tight, eyes blazing with determination. He was no longer simply battling a stranger; he was fighting for his future, for his dreams of stepping into the inner circle of power. + +But all Max did was tilt his head slightly, a cool, dismissive light in his eyes, as if he were staring not at an opponent, but at a child throwing a tantrum. + +"Julio, Omar, Josh, what is the meaning of this?!" Gayle barked, his voice ringing out sharp and clear. His fists were clenched at his sides, knuckles pale. His normally calm face was drawn tight, eyes flashing like cold steel as he stared across the room at Josh, Julio, and Omar. + +Around them, the murmurs of other warriors and geniuses hushed instantly, a heavy silence descending over the third floor of the restaurant like a suffocating blanket. + +He shot a quick, troubled glance at Max, who remained seated, seemingly unfazed, as if watching a mild spectacle rather than a dangerous confrontation. + +Julio didn’t even look at Gayle, his entire focus locked on Max, lightning continuing to dance in crackling bursts around his fists. Omar’s eyes were dark and venomous, fixed on Max as though nothing else existed. But it was Josh who answered, his expression cold, voice dripping with restrained aggression. + +"Gayle, this is a matter between Thunder Monarch Hall and this kid," Josh said, his tone calm but the underlying threat unmistakable. "I will owe you if Absolute Sword Palace doesn’t interfere in this matter." His eyes narrowed, gauging Gayle’s reaction. He was well aware of the Absolute Sword Palace’s formidable reputation, and there was caution in his voice even as he tried to assert dominance. + +Gayle’s lips tightened into a hard line. "Josh, I brought Max here. He is a guest of the Absolute Sword Palace." His voice grew colder, his aura slowly intensifying, blade-like energy starting to leak from his body in fine, sharp wisps. "So, it would be good to put away whatever your force is planning to do here." He drew himself up to his full height, his eyes locked on Josh, refusing to back down. + +Josh’s face darkened at that, a scowl twisting his features. His brows drew low over his eyes, and for a moment, his aura flared so violently that the wooden beams of the restaurant ceiling above creaked under the pressure. But then he exhaled sharply, his sneer curling the corners of his mouth as he spat out his words like poison. + +"I would have backed down if someone in the Legend Rank were here," Josh said, his voice now icy, disdain dripping from every syllable. "But you, Gayle? You are not qualified." + +"You!" Gayle choked out, his face going pale. He hadn’t expect Josh to ignore him when he was representing the Absolute Sword Palace. + +But across the table, Max merely leaned back slightly, his white hair falling around his face as he cast a glance first at Gayle, then at Josh, then back at Julio. His eyes were half-lidded, a faint smile touching his lips, as though he were simply amused by a game of children fighting over toys. + +Josh took a step closer, aura crackling, lightning lancing out around his body like living serpents. "Step aside, Gayle," he said, voice dropping lower, dangerous. "Unless you’re ready to die for this little Master Rank brat." + +For a long moment, no one moved. The air between them felt as thick as water, ready to explode into violence at the slightest spark. Gayle’s jaw worked, but before he could speak, Max finally rose slowly from his seat, brushing imaginary dust from his robes as he met Josh’s glare. + +Despite the crackling killing intent from Julio and the oppressive silence choking the room, his expression was calm, too calm one would say. + +"Brother Gayle, I am grateful that you want to help me, but as he said, this is a matter between me and Thunder Monarch Hall. I don’t want the Absolute Sword Palace to get affected because of me. So, I would appreciate it if you don’t interfere." His eyes held Gayle’s, steady and sincere. It was not bravado—it was simply the truth. He meant every word. + +Gayle opened his mouth as though to protest, his fists clenching at his sides, jaw flexing with frustration. "Brother Max..." he began, his voice rough with conflicting emotions. He wanted to help Max, to stand beside him as he would any friend, but... he also knew the consequences of clashing with Thunder Monarch Hall here and now, especially when tensions were already strung so tight they might snap at any second. In the end, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he let out a long breath. "Alright." + +"Hahaha, what noble words!" Scott suddenly burst out from the side, his laughter sharp and cold as a knife. His eyes gleamed mockingly as he lounged in his chair, his aura humming like a barely restrained blade. "It’s your death, and you still want to act so noble." + +"Brother Scott, don’t worry," Julio said with a dark grin, stepping forward, lightning sparking and crackling around his arms, illuminating the veins of purple flickering through his skin. "I’ll make him beg for mercy soon." He moved closer, his killing intent sharp enough that several bystanders unconsciously shifted back in their seats, chairs scraping on the wooden floor. "As Brother Josh asked—how do you want to die?" + +Max tilted his head slightly, his expression unchanged, his gaze cool as it rested on Julio’s lightning-clad figure. "You want to kill me?" he asked lightly, as though asking whether Julio planned to share a meal rather than take his life. + +Julio sneered, sparks dancing from his fingertips as a low, electric hum filled the air. "I don’t want to—but since you’ve offended Young Master Omar, then I can only kill you." His figure blurred suddenly, the flicker of purple lightning coiling around him, ready to strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-792.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-792.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6b42018 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-792.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 786: Naive thought" +slug: "ch-792" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 792 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1041 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I see," Max murmured, nodding almost absently, his eyes glinting with a sudden, ruthless light as a faint, chilling smile curled his lips. Slowly, his gaze swept around the room, pausing on each face one by one—the wide-eyed bystanders, the watching geniuses, the silent June, the cold Derek, the sneering Scott, even Omar who stood there trembling with fury. Yet not a single person made a move, not one stepped forward to halt what was about to happen. + +And as the realization solidified in Max’s chest, a sharp laugh broke from him—low and mirthless. ’I think too much,’ he thought, bitterness cutting through his amusement like glass. ’To think they would want to stand up for a random kid in the 6th level of Master Rank.’ + +He shook his head faintly, the cruel curve of his smile deepening as he clenched his fist, the air around him suddenly warping ever so slightly, like heat haze rising from burning sand. + +"What are you laughing at?" Julio snapped, his brows drawn together, sparks leaping from his fingertips as the charged scent of ozone filled the air. + +Max tilted his chin slightly, his eyes flashing with cold contempt, his voice slicing through the room like a blade. "Trash, come and bite me!" + +Gasps rippled among the crowd at Max’s open provocation. Scott’s eyes narrowed to slits, and Derek’s lips curled into a delighted, vicious grin. Omar looked like he was about to explode. + +"Die!" Julio roared, his fury igniting like an oil fire. Without another word, he lunged forward, his sword whipping in a vicious arc. Beams of searing purple lightning exploded outward from his blade, streaking toward Max with a roar, scorching tables and cracking wooden beams in their path as they tore through the air like lightning serpents. + +But Max didn’t flinch. Calmly, he rose from his table, his cloak rustling around him as he drew the Blue Dragon Sword in a single fluid motion, the blade humming with a high, crystalline resonance. His eyes flashed, and with a swift flick of his wrist, he slashed forward, unleashing the Severing Flow Sword Art. + +A brilliant sword arc shot from his blade, gleaming like polished silver and laced with deadly precision. It collided with Julio’s lightning beams head-on—and instantly, the seething streams of purple energy shattered into fragments of harmless sparks, dissipating into the air like dying fireflies. The crowd gasped as silence crashed back over the floor, the air still tingling with residual energy. + +"He blocked the attack," Frank murmured under his breath, his brows pulling together as he stared at Max as though seeing him for the first time. He’d assumed the young man was all bluff and arrogance, but that single, crisp sword strike had cut through the Champion Rank lightning beams as if they were nothing. + +"I guess Julio must have gone easy on him, seeing his strength," Scott scoffed, though his voice lacked conviction. His sharp eyes flicked between Max and Julio, unease flashing behind his cold facade. He simply refused to believe a 6th-level Master Rank genius could parry an attack from someone standing at the peak of the Champion Rank. + +"Haha, either that or Thunder Monarch Hall is truly trash," Derek sneered loudly, unable to contain his delight. His voice carried across the silent room, dripping with scorn. He was clearly savoring every opportunity to humiliate the Thunder Monarch Hall, his eyes glittering maliciously. + +"Julio, stop holding back and kill him!" Josh bellowed, his voice like a whip crack, fury pulsing in every syllable as his glare bored into Julio. His cheeks burned red with shame, the eyes of all the other forces upon them. He could practically feel the scorn radiating from Scott and Derek, and it stung like acid. "Don’t embarrass the Thunder Monarch Hall any further!" + +Julio clenched his teeth so hard a vein bulged along his temple. His sword buzzed with renewed lightning as he glared at Max, his pride now on the line in front of the gathered overlord geniuses. + +Meanwhile, Max stood silent and composed, his blade resting lightly at his side, his cold eyes fixed on Julio, an imperceptible smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as if he were merely waiting for the next trash to come and try their luck. + +"Dog Julio, as your master dog said—use your full strength!" Max laughed arrogantly, his voice ringing through the tense silence of the restaurant like a slap, dripping with utter disdain. + +Julio’s face twisted into a mask of fury, veins standing out along his temples as sparks of purple lightning crackled fiercely across his skin. His eyes were bloodshot, every shred of pride burned into rage. "I want you to die!" he roared, his voice reverberating off the wooden beams as he flung his arm forward, fingers splayed wide. + +Instantly, a surge of violent purple lightning exploded outward, the currents twisting together in midair to shape a colossal palm of pure energy. Each finger of the conjured hand crackled and hissed, weaving arcs of electricity as thick as tree branches. + +The air itself trembled, humming with raw force as the giant purple palm lunged toward Max like a descending mountain, its crackling glow lighting up terrified faces around the room. + +Max’s mocking grin faded as his eyes sharpened, a trace of solemnity flashing across his face. He shifted his stance, his cloak rippling as he lifted his sword in both hands. + +Without hesitation, he unleashed his own power, the shimmering silver aura of his level 2 Concept of Severing Sword surging around him like a raging tide. His blade glowed with lethal light as he swung it downward in a single, precise arc, executing the Severing Flow Sword Art. + +Swish! + +Boom! + +A high-pitched sound sliced the air as Max’s sword light collided with the monstrous purple palm. For a single breathless instant, lightning and sword aura clashed, crackling furiously in a swirling storm of purple and silver. + +Then, with a resounding shockwave that rattled plates and glasses on every table, the giant lightning palm was split cleanly in half. Its two severed halves wavered, flickered, and disintegrated into harmless sparks, raining down like violet fireflies before vanishing completely into the air. + +The silence that followed was deafening. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-793.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-793.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1817dc4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-793.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 787: Move or Death" +slug: "ch-793" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 793 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1421 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How is this possible?!" Julio gasped, his eyes bulging as he stared at Max, disbelief written all over his pale face. He stood rooted to the spot, trembling slightly, his palm still outstretched as the remains of his lightning attack fizzled out. Never in his wildest calculations had he imagined that a mere Master Rank genius could cut his attack cleanly in two. + +"Level 2 Sword Concept..." June’s voice came softly from the side, her normally distant, mist-like eyes flashing with a sharp glint of interest as she studied Max. There was no trace of mockery in her tone, only genuine curiosity and surprise. + +"It is indeed level 2 Sword Concept." Derek muttered, his brow furrowed deeply, his lips pressed into a thin line. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the reality in front of him. Even when they were at the Master Rank, geniuses like him had barely comprehended the rudimentary first level of their concepts. For someone at the sixth level of Master Rank to wield the second level so effortlessly was nothing short of monstrous. + +Scott’s face darkened like an incoming storm, his jaw tightening visibly, while Josh’s expression twisted into something downright ugly, fury and disbelief swirling in his eyes. Neither of them had anticipated that Max would possess such terrifying strength, capable of casually obliterating an attack launched with a level 2 Lightning Concept by a peak Champion Rank genius. + +All around them, whispers and murmurs erupted like a tide as everyone stared at Max, a mixture of awe, shock, and creeping fear etching itself into their faces. Max simply stood there, his sword lowered slightly, his chest rising and falling as he exhaled slowly, his cold gaze fixed on Julio as if daring him to try again. + +Only Gayle and Rose sat there in unruffled calm, unfazed by the stunned silence hanging over the restaurant after Max’s sword effortlessly severed Julio’s lightning palm. They alone were not caught entirely by surprise. + +They had witnessed Max kill Brian with a single devastating sneak attack days earlier, and though that victory had come swiftly and unexpectedly, it was undeniable proof that Max possessed the power to fell a peak Champion Rank expert without hesitation. + +But more than that, there was something else that kept Gayle and Rose composed while everyone else was reeling. Gayle recalled the conversation he’d shared with Max just before they entered the Hourglass Restaurant that morning. + +He had wanted to probe Max’s true strength, seeking reassurance for the perilous venture into Lord Kome’s treasure cave. They were about to throw themselves into a dangerous place rumored to be littered with traps and rival geniuses. Gayle had felt compelled to know what level of strength he could truly count on. + +He still remembered how Max had paused, met his eyes squarely, and answered him in a voice neither boastful nor hesitant: "Invincible below the Legend Rank." + +At the time, Gayle had blinked in disbelief and let out an awkward laugh, brushing off Max’s claim as youthful arrogance or a joke meant to lighten the tension. + +After all, who in the entire Middle Domain could dare to call themselves invincible below the Legend Rank while still standing at merely the Master Rank? Even among Heaven Grade geniuses, such declarations would border on madness. + +Yet now, watching Max stand so casually amidst the electric hush of the third floor, his blade lowered but still shimmering faintly with the residue of his Level 2 Sword Concept, Gayle swallowed hard. + +His throat felt dry, and for a moment, he struggled to reconcile the young man drinking tea with them moments ago and the fearsome warrior who had just cleaved through Julio’s strongest lightning strike as though it were air. + +’Brother Max... how can you be so monstrously powerful?!’ Gayle thought, his mind caught between shock and a dawning happiness. Because even if Max’s strength was frightening beyond reason, the Absolute Sword Palace had somehow stumbled upon an ally who could stand toe-to-toe with the best geniuses the overlord forces could offer. + +Rose, too, watched Max silently, her delicate features composed, though her eyes gleamed with an intense light. She felt an inexplicable mix of awe and relief, knowing that the person who had saved her life more than once was even more formidable than she’d dared imagine. + +While the others were still struggling to comprehend what they’d witnessed, Gayle and Rose exchanged a brief glance—a silent understanding passing between them. Max might be young, might be only at the sixth level of Master Rank on paper, but the truth was clearer now than ever: he was an existence entirely beyond the normal measure of geniuses in the Middle Domain. + +"Come, kill me." Max sneer remained as sharp as ever. "I’m standing right here." + +Julio gasped, struggling to breathe as sparks of residual lightning snapped across his skin. But even as pain twisted his features, defiance burned in his eyes. "I... don’t believe you can maintain that level of strength for long... You must have used some secret technique... to fake it!" he spat between ragged breaths, his voice trembling as much from terror as from conviction. + +All around them, the others exchanged glances. Josh’s eyes narrowed, his suspicion deepening. It was the only explanation their pride would allow—that Max’s monstrous power was borrowed, a fleeting illusion summoned by some hidden technique. + +Josh sneered, folding his arms across his chest. "So, it’s a secret technique after all. Julio, exhaust him. Wear him down and kill him." + +Julio swallowed hard, face pale, but forced himself to believe that was the case. "Yes, Senior Brother." In a sudden blur of purple lightning, he lunged at Max once again. + +"Storm Conductor Finger!" he roared, thrusting his index finger forward, a spear of condensed purple lightning crackling toward Max’s heart. + +But Max only sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain. ’Using moves from the Ten Hands of Lightning God is like asking for death against me.’ Without hesitation, he stabbed his sword forward. + +Bang! + +The tip of the Blue Dragon Sword collided with Julio’s lightning finger, blasting Julio backward in an explosion of force. Yet Julio refused to give up, blood streaming from his mouth as he hurtled forward again, lightning blazing along his right fist. + +"Thunderclap Dragon Fist!" Julio shouted, purple lightning twisting into the shape of a serpentine dragon that lunged at Max with snapping jaws. + +Max remained perfectly calm, stepping forward as his sword glowed with the fierce brilliance of his Level 2 Sword Concept. With one swift arc of the Severing Flow Sword Art, he cleaved the lightning dragon in half, reducing it to a rain of purple sparks that hissed into silence. + +Julio’s eyes went wide with horror. But he wasn’t finished yet. Screaming in desperation, he raised his arm and gathered a bolt of lightning the color of a storm-cloud sky, howling: "Lightning Blast!" + +He hurled the bolt at Max with all his remaining might. + +But Max’s figure vanished in a shimmer of blue lightning, faster than the human eye could follow. In the next breath, he reappeared in front of Julio, calmly catching the surging bolt of purple lightning in his bare hand as if it were no more than a child’s toy. + +"Quite pitiful, I would say." Max’s voice was as cold as the blade of a knife. + +Julio froze, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. "Impossible!" he screamed. + +Max’s sneer deepened. In a flash, blue lightning sparked around him as he shot forward, ramming the captured bolt of Julio’s own lightning directly into his abdomen. A muffled thud echoed through the restaurant as the blast struck home. + +Julio choked, a line of blood spilling from his lips as his eyes rolled back. + +"You..." he gasped, the word trailing into silence. + +Across the room, Josh and Young Master Omar both leapt to their feet, fury blazing in their eyes. "How dare you?!" they shouted in unison, preparing to surge forward in righteous fury. + +But before they could take a single step, Max closed his fist around Julio’s throat and lifted him high into the air. His voice was low and deadly as his eyes swept over the room like storm clouds rolling over a battlefield. + +"If anyone dares to move, I’ll kill him right here." + +Time seemed to stop. The gathered geniuses, warriors, and proud scions of the overlord forces stood frozen, held in check by the sheer, ruthless certainty radiating from Max’s eyes—a certainty that said he was not bluffing, and he feared none of them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-794.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-794.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee5b4fa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-794.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 788: Trash" +slug: "ch-794" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 794 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Everyone in the restaurant standing in a stunned hush, the air heavy with disbelief and a faint scent of scorched lightning lingering from the clash just moments before. Eyes widened and faces turned pale as the truth of what they’d witnessed settled in—Max, merely at the 6th level of Master Rank, had crushed Julio, a peak Champion Rank genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, as easily as snapping a twig. + +To defeat a 2-star genius from one of the Seven Overlord Forces was something even most Legend Rank warriors would hesitate to do, yet Max stood there as if he’d merely swatted away an annoying fly, his calm demeanor unshaken, a faint sneer lingering on his lips + +It overturned every belief about cultivation boundaries that these proud geniuses had ever held, sending tremors through their confidence and leaving them questioning the limits of power itself. + +Josh’s face was twisted in fury, his voice sharp and trembling as he barked across the room, "Max! Let Julio go!" His aura was flaring wildly, strands of blue lightning crackling around his shoulders like coiling serpents, but he didn’t dare take a step forward, wary of the sword still pressed to Julio’s throat. + +"How dare you hold someone hostage from the Thunder Monarch Hall?! Quickly let him go at once!" Young Master Omar shouted, veins bulging at his temples, his expression a mixture of rage and humiliation. The memory of Max robbing him back in the Berserk Lightning Region clearly still burned in his chest like a brand. + +Meanwhile, Derek lounged back in his seat, fingers drumming lightly on the table, his lips curling into a mocking smile. He clearly relished every moment of this chaos, caring little for Julio’s fate. What delighted him most was seeing the mighty Thunder Monarch Hall tripped up and humiliated, their arrogance battered against the rock of Max’s unexpected might. + +But Scott’s reaction was starkly different. His brows furrowed into a deep crease as he glared at the scene unfolding before him. The Mountain Gods Valley and Thunder Monarch Hall shared a deep alliance forged over countless years, and Scott himself had personally given Young Master Omar his word that there would be no casualties under his watch as they ventured into Lord Kome’s secret cave together. + +Yet here they were, not even at the doorstep of the secret cave, and already one of Thunder Monarch Hall’s prized geniuses dangled on the verge of death, blood dripping from his mouth and lightning flickering weakly around him like dying embers. + +Scott’s fingers tightened around the hilt of his spear, tension radiating off him in silent waves as he weighed whether he could afford to intervene—or whether facing Max might simply lead to more disaster. + +His voice was even but rigid, like a blade drawn halfway from its scabbard as he said, "Your name is Max, right? You should let go of Julio. He’s a 2-star genius member of the Thunder Monarch Hall. By killing him, you would only bring down the wrath of the Thunder Monarch Hall. I believe you wouldn’t want that, would you?" + +Max slowly turned his eyes toward Scott, his icy gaze cutting sharper than any sword, the faintest of sneers twisting his lips. His voice came out soft but dripping with scorn, "You mean, if he wants to kill me, then it’s okay...but if I want to kill him, then suddenly it’s not? Is that what you’re trying to say?" + +Scott’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek as his expression darkened like the sky before a storm. He shot back coldly, "How can your life possibly be worth more than the life of a 2-star genius from Thunder Monarch Hall?" His tone was steeped in condescension, as though stating an obvious fact written into the very laws of the world—that the worth of a genius from one of the Seven Overlord Forces towered above all others. + +Max let out a low, humorless laugh, his sneer deepening as his eyes glittered like shattered glass. "2-star genius? A genius, you say?" he repeated, his voice rising with biting contempt. "A genius in the peak Champion Rank who’s defeated by a 6th level Master Rank... can he still be called a genius?" His hand tightened abruptly around Julio’s throat, and the sound of bones creaking under pressure echoed in the silence. + +Julio’s face turned an ugly shade of purple as he choked out a rasping, trembling plea, "Senior... brother... Young Master... save me..." His eyes rolled, blood dribbling from the corner of his lips as his arms flailed weakly, fingers scrabbling at Max’s iron-like grip. + +"You dare?!" Young Master Omar bellowed, his aura flaring wildly, sparks of purple lightning leaping off his body and splitting the air around him with harsh cracks. His face was twisted into a mask of rage and humiliation, veins bulging at his temples as he stabbed a trembling finger at Max. "If you dare to kill him, I won’t just kill you—I’ll slaughter your entire family!" His roar boomed across the restaurant like a war drum, sending chairs rattling and plates shivering on the tables. + +The chill that descended into Max’s eyes was like winter ice glazing over a pond, crystalline and merciless as he stared at Young Master Omar, his voice dropping to a low, steely edge that carried across the silent room. "He was bound to die the moment he dared stand up to kill me. And your threats," Max’s lip curled into a scornful sneer, "only erased the last hesitation I had." + +In that instant, the faint glow of golden light shimmered along his veins as Max channeled the fearsome power of his six hundred Draconic Essences, his body radiating a barely contained fury and primordial strength. Muscles flexed beneath his robes, and with a tightening of his fingers around Julio’s throat, it was clear he intended to snap the man’s neck like a twig. + +But before the fatal twist could come, two shadows shot forward like striking vipers, the air splitting with sharp howls of murderous intent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-795.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-795.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..671a3c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-795.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 789: A Sneak Attack" +slug: "ch-795" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 795 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +From Max’s left, Scott lunged, his spear wreathed in a swirling, inky aura that seemed to corrode the very air around it, aimed straight for Max’s ribs. Simultaneously, from his right, Josh exploded forward, his sword ablaze with roaring purple lightning, arcs snapping like angry serpents as he slashed toward Max’s shoulder. + +Yet even as these two deadly attacks converged, Max’s face remained a cold mask, his pupils glinting with deadly focus as his Three Dimensional Body registered every motion in perfect clarity. His muscles coiled, ready to teleport away while executing the lethal twist to Julio’s neck. + +It was a move he’d calculated in a fraction of a second—a single movement to escape, kill, and reappear elsewhere before his enemies’ blades could find his flesh. + +But just as he shifted his weight, a ripple of raw danger exploded in the space around him, an oppressive force that prickled the hairs along his skin and made every nerve scream. His Three Dimensional Body flared in alarm as a new presence surged forward, impossibly fast—a blur of jade and pale blue that seemed to exist half in reality, half in mist. + +And then—BAM! + +A fist forged entirely of shimmering blue mana slammed into Max’s chest with thunderous force. The impact was so tremendous that the air detonated outward like a shockwave, shaking plates off tables and rattling every window in the restaurant. + +Julio flew from Max’s loosened grasp, dropping to the floor gasping, while Max himself was hurled backwards like a cannonball, crashing violently into the restaurant’s intricately carved wooden wall. The entire structure shuddered as splinters flew and a crater-like dent formed where his body struck. + +A stunned hush fell over the room as all eyes snapped toward the source of the blow. There, standing where she’d appeared in a mere flicker of movement, was June Andrews. Her green robes rippled gently around her slender frame, her expression as tranquil as a placid lake, but her aura was an endless ocean of power, radiating out in silent waves that seemed to weigh on everyone’s shoulders. + +Nobody—including Scott, Josh, or even Omar—had anticipated that she would intervene. Her level of power, towering at the 5th level of Legend Rank, was an entire realm above anything else in the room. Her presence alone silenced the chaos like a mighty hand pressing down from the heavens. + +Max’s chest heaved where he lay half-embedded in the wall, his eyes narrowed and glimmering with defiance even as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. And throughout the room, warriors and geniuses alike stared at June with widened eyes, their faces a mixture of awe, fear, and raw disbelief that the celestial genius of Void Soul Tower had finally chosen to act—and against Max, no less. + +Josh and Scott both let out deep breaths they hadn’t even realized they were holding, the tension in their shoulders easing as they glanced at each other with silent acknowledgment that—for a moment there—they’d thought they were too late to stop Julio’s death. Josh immediately strode to Julio, who was still kneeling on the floor, his chest heaving, his face pale with lingering shock and pain. "Julio, are you fine?" Josh asked, his voice gruff but edged with genuine concern as he helped the younger man to his feet. + +Julio coughed harshly, blood flecking his lips, but he forced himself upright, leaning slightly on Josh’s arm. "I... I’m fine, Senior Brother Josh," he rasped, though the tremor in his limbs belied his words. His eyes were wide and unfocused for a second, the memory of being helpless in Max’s grasp clearly haunting him as he swallowed hard and suppressed a shudder. + +Josh gave him a firm nod, then turned to face June Andrews, his expression shifting from worry to solemn respect. "Thunder Monarch Hall is thankful for the help of Miss June," he declared, bowing slightly. + +Julio, feeling the eyes of the entire room on him, stiffened his back and bent forward in a lower bow, his voice shaky but earnest. "This junior also thanks Miss June for saving my life..." His eyes darted toward the cratered wall where Max had been blasted, and he flinched visibly, as though even the memory of Max’s grip around his throat still squeezed the air from his lungs. + +June waved a slender hand dismissively, her expression calm and detached, like ripples smoothing over a pond. "There’s no need for gratitude. Since it was I who called this meeting, I intend to ensure that no one dies here before we set out for Lord Kome’s secret cave." Her tone was soft, but the quiet authority behind her words left no room for dispute. + +Josh, Julio, and even Scott inclined their heads, murmuring respectful acknowledgments, though Scott’s sharp eyes remained calculating as he glanced toward the ruined section of the restaurant. Meanwhile, Derek, slouched in his seat with a languid grin, barely bothered to hide his smirk. Inside, he sneered, thinking how deliciously entertaining it would have been if Max had actually killed Julio. ’Such a pity... The drama would’ve been magnificent...’ he thought, barely containing a chuckle. + +But suddenly, a shift rippled through the room as every gaze instinctively turned toward the swirling dust and shattered timber at the far end of the restaurant. Footsteps echoed from the rubble—slow, deliberate, almost taunting. And then, emerging from the drifting haze, came a tall, lean figure. + +Max. + +As he stepped closer, eyes narrowed and fixed on the gathering, people gasped and stiffened. His entire body was now clad in a sleek layer of black scales that shimmered under the light with streaks of molten gold dancing across them like veins of precious metal. The scales glowed faintly, emanating an aura that pulsed with raw, barely contained power. His hair whipped slightly around his face, charged with the faint static of crackling energy. + +A small rivulet of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his lips twisted into a fierce grin. His eyes gleamed like twin suns in the shadows of the room, locked on the group that had tried to take him down especially towards the graceful woman June Andrews. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-796.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-796.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ff3e65 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-796.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 790: Bitch!" +slug: "ch-796" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 796 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1071 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The air in the shattered restaurant seemed to quiver as Max, scales still glinting gold and black over his skin, strode out of the debris and stared straight at June, whose elegant green robes and delicate face belied the sharp frost glinting in her eyes as she flicked a dismissive glance at him and tilted her chin ever so slightly, voice dripping with cold disdain. + +"You’re still alive?" she said, as though his survival were some vile inconvenience rather than a miracle, and Max’s own face twisted with suppressed fury, his jaw clenched tight as he shot back, voice low and trembling with rage, "I want to ask why Miss June attacked me." + +He could still feel the searing pain of her blow, and it burned hotter than any wound that this woman, beautiful as a star yet cruel as an executioner, had tried to end him without a shred of hesitation, her fist strike carrying lethal force that would have pulverized his insides if not for the protection of his draconic scales. + +From the side, Frank stepped forward, eyes bulging with offended pride as he snapped, "How dare you, a nobody, question her?" but Max didn’t even glance at him, his eyes locked on June like blades honed for slaughter, making Frank’s face darken with a mix of fury and humiliation, his fists shaking as he hissed. + +"Since you’re still alive after being hit by Miss June’s attack, I’ll kill you myself!" Yet before Frank could step closer, June lazily waved her slender hand, stopping him, her gaze never leaving Max as she spoke in that soft, musical voice that somehow managed to scrape against one’s bones like ice, "This meeting was arranged by me, so I had to ensure nobody died here." + +Max let out a harsh laugh, rage and anger swirling in his eyes as he sneered, "Nobody dies here? Then why didn’t you make a move when Julio tried to kill me? Why were you just sitting there like some high-and-mighty goddess watching me fight for my life? Where did your so-called sense of responsibility go when he wanted to kill me?" + +His words were sharp, each one a dagger flung into June’s perfect composure, her lovely face darkening as his voice grew louder, slicing through the tense silence of the hall. + +"What? Cat got your tongue?" Max mocked, glaring at her as if trying to see through to the rotten core beneath her pretty facade. "Since you claim you arranged this meeting, why didn’t you lift a finger to stop Julio from trying to kill me? Or is it because you only value the lives of the Seven Overlord Forces and think the rest of us are worthless insects? Is that it?" + +He leaned closer, voice dropping into a deadly growl. "And on top of that, you delivered a killing blow on me. You could’ve just tried to subdue me so I’d release Julio. But no, you went straight for my life. That wasn’t protection, that was assassination." + +As Max’s accusations hung heavy in the air, June’s eyes glittered like shards of frozen emeralds, her voice frosty as a winter wind as she spat back, "How could your life possibly compare to Julio’s? He’s useful for the secret cave expedition, and he’s from the Thunder Monarch Hall—one of the forces I personally invited. As someone I invited, I must take responsibility for him."𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Max snorted, contempt pouring off him in waves as he demanded coldly, "I see. So why the need for the killing blow? You could have ordered me to let him go. I might have listened, knowing I’d have to face a 5th level Legend Rank genius. But no—you tried to kill me outright. What a cold-hearted woman you are under that pretty face." + +His words stabbed at her pride, and June’s lips thinned, her eyes flashing with something dark and vicious as she declared, "You’re not qualified to know the reason why I struck to kill you," her body beginning to glow faintly with blue light like a coiling serpent ready to strike. + +Max laughed then, harsh and scornful, his voice ringing through the hall like iron striking stone, "So there’s the truth—a bitch hiding behind a pretty face. A cold-hearted bitch." + +The insult cracked through the air like a whip, and June’s face contorted in fury, her eyes blazing as she screamed, "You! How dare you call me a bitch?!" while those gathered around held their breath, sensing that the storm swirling between these two titans was only growing darker and more deadly by the second. + +Frank’s voice boomed across the wrecked restaurant, trembling with rage as he roared, "How dare you call Miss June such words?!" + +But Max only cast him and everyone else a cold, disdainful glance before his body vanished in a blur so sudden it seemed he’d simply dissolved into thin air; and before the stunned crowd could so much as blink, a black flaming claw, wreathed in dark infernal flames, burst out through Julio’s chest, emerging slick and glistening on the other side as Julio’s eyes widened in a silent, shocked scream, the Phantom Devour Claw having struck true and ruthless, ending his life in a single, merciless blow. + +The entire hall seemed to freeze in that instant as blood dripped in eerie silence, until the spell broke with howls of horror. + +"No! Julio!" + +"How dare you!" + +Furious voices erupting from all sides as the reality sank in that Julio—just saved moments ago by June’s intervention—now lay dead at Max’s hand, his body slumping lifelessly forward, blood soaking into the cracked floor. + +Josh’s face twisted into something monstrous, shock and rage blending together as he pointed a shaking finger at Max, voice cracking, "You killed him?! unable to comprehend that Max had not only dared strike but had actually killed Julio, a peak Champion Rank genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, right under the collective noses of the seven overlord forces gathered there. + +Scott, beside him, stood rigid with disbelief, his eyes wide as he whispered hoarsely, "We...we didn’t even see him move..." but his words were cut off as Josh bellowed in a voice trembling with fury, "You killed him!" and his sword erupted into blazing purple lightning, arcs of savage energy dancing wildly as he lunged forward, howling, "Die!" unleashing a fearsome lightning arc that slashed through the air like a blade of divine judgment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-797.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-797.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6119b0e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-797.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 791: Rage to Kill!" +slug: "ch-797" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 797 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1154 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Yet Max only sneered, eyes glinting coldly as he swept his Blue Dragon Sword upward in a swift, precise motion, his blade glowing with the searing edge of his Level 2 Severing Sword Concept, and the two attacks met with a thunderous Bang! as lightning and sword light exploded into a shockwave that rocked the room, cancelling each other out in a dazzling burst of sparks. + +But even as the dust from that clash billowed outward, Scott lunged in from the side, spear whistling through the air, aimed like a deadly arrow at Max’s heart, the weapon wrapped in a killing intent so sharp it seemed to rend the very air apart, overflowing with the Level 2 Spear Concept of Slaughter. + +Yet Max’s Three Dimensional Body anticipated it perfectly, and with an unbothered calm he activated his defensive skill, Eternal Bulwark, conjuring forth a massive gate forged of demonic heads writhing and snarling in a macabre dance, the infernal structure materializing just in time to absorb the spear’s lethal thrust with a deep, metallic thud, deflecting Scott’s attack harmlessly. + +But no sooner had the spear glanced away than a storm of ten lightning spears, conjured by Josh in a furious counterstrike, streaked in from the opposite side, each crackling with a destructive fury as they closed in on Max like divine retribution. + +Yet Max’s eyes glinted like twin shards of steel as he swept his sword horizontally, invoking Magic Sword Barrage skill, summoning a hundred blue glowing swords that spiraled out around him like a deadly flower in bloom, each one intercepting and clashing against the lightning spears mid-air, scattering the electrical bolts into harmless bursts of sparks that fizzled out before they could reach him. + +Derek, who until then had been lounging with a sneer, now leaned forward in his seat, his brows knitting into a deep frown as he finally grasped the weight of what he was witnessing, muttering under his breath, "He’s... so strong...!" unable to believe that a mere Master Rank was standing toe-to-toe against two 1st-level Legend Rank experts without yielding an inch, a feat so absurd it made even the proudest geniuses feel a chill run down their spines. + +Meanwhile, Gayle and Rose, who had both witnessed glimpses of Max’s power before, stood frozen in silent astonishment, their hearts pounding as they struggled to reconcile the calm, polite young man they’d befriended with the monstrous warrior now facing down two of the Middle Domain’s finest without fear, flames of ruthless resolve burning in his eyes. + +Just as the dust was still settling from his earlier clashes, Max’s eyes widened in shock and fury as a flash of blue sword light tore through the air, impossibly swift, catching him before he could even shift his stance, and the next instant... + +Bang! + +He felt searing pain explode through his chest as the force of the blow hurled him like a broken doll straight out of the shattered restaurant wall, sending debris crashing to the ground as he skidded across the broad street of Misty City, leaving a ragged trench in the stone road as startled passersby screamed and scattered, chaos erupting around him. + +Coughing blood that dribbled from the corner of his lips, Max pushed himself upright, trembling with rage as he wiped crimson from his chin, his eyes blazing with murderous intent while he growled through clenched teeth. + +"Damn that bitch!" his voice trembling with a wrath so deep it seemed to vibrate the very air, and he lifted his gaze to see June floating gracefully above the wrecked restaurant, her eyes cool and disdainful as she murmured with genuine surprise, "You’re still alive?" and something in her tone—so casual, so dismissive—made the fury bubbling inside Max reach a boiling point as he glared up at her, spitting blood and snarling. + +"The first time, I forgave your sneak attack knowing you are a 5th level Legend Rank expert, but you dared to strike me again with another killing blow—now you’ve stirred up a wrath from the very bottom of my heart, and I swear I’m going to kill you today no matter what it costs me!" his voice echoing across the fractured street like a thunderclap. + +But June merely regarded him with a glacial smile, her eyes glinting cruelly as she said in a tone dripping with contempt, "With just you? You killed Julio—you’re destined to die by my hands." + +Max’s chest heaved as he stared at her, his hatred a blazing inferno, and he snarled, "Die by your hands? What bold words. Even if your Master was standing here, he probably couldn’t kill me, let alone a self-important bitch like you!" + +June’s elegant face twitched, her lips tightening into a thin line as she snapped coldly, "Overestimating yourself." + +But Max’s lips curled into a chilling sneer, his patience utterly gone as he hissed, "You call it overestimating myself—I call it deciding that a bitch who can’t see right from wrong deserves to die." + +And without another word, his figure flickered and vanished, reappearing instantly behind June in a flash of blue lightning, his right fist crashing downward like a meteor, muscles rippling as the full weight of his 600 Draconic Essences ignited his Dragon Scales Transformation, but June, even caught off-guard, was still a 5th-level Legend Rank expert, and with a flick of her slender fingers, a brilliant blue barrier blossomed around her just as Max’s scaled fist slammed into it, shattering it into radiant fragments. + +Bang!𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +The blast still sending June skidding backward in the air, though astonishingly uninjured, merely disheveled as she steadied herself midair, her hair whipping around her furious face while Max’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of calculation behind his burning glare as he silently cursed, ’I need to increase the number of my Draconic Essences... even my full-force punch barely pushed her back. It’s not enough against a 5th-level Legend Rank expert.’ + +June, her expression twisting into icy disdain, spat out venomously, "You are pitifully too weak," her voice echoing like the chime of an executioner’s bell. + +But Max only gave a low, deadly chuckle as he squared his shoulders and snarled, "Weak? Maybe compared to the true monsters of this world, but against you, it’s more than enough to kill a bitch who hides behind her pretty face and can’t tell right from wrong." + +June’s eyes flashed with lethal cold as her aura exploded outward, blue light radiating from her like a star gone supernova, her voice slicing through the air like ice, "I will make sure you die a painful death." + +And in that instant, the very air between them seemed to quiver, charged with lethal killing intent as both prepared to clash again. + +’This bitch...’ Max’s eyes were completely cold. He hadn’t felt such rage against someone for a long time. ’Whatever happens today, I will kill this bitch; otherwise, I can’t calm the hatred and rage in my heart.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-798.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-798.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fc52c6f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-798.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 792: A Full on assault!" +slug: "ch-798" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 798 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I will give you one last chance," June said, her voice ringing out cold as though she were some celestial judge passing divine sentence upon a mortal soul. + +Her eyes, sharp as shards of sapphire, never wavered as they bored into Max, her lips curving into an imperious line. "Surrender yourself to Thunder Monarch Hall for killing Julio," she continued, her tone dripping with calm certainty, "otherwise I will kill you." She spoke the words not as a threat, but as an inevitability—a simple fact of the universe, as if Max’s life and death was nothing but a simple task for her. + +But Max only tilted his head slightly, a sneer curling across his lips, a faint glimmer of mocking light dancing in his golden eyes. + +He spat back with a voice brimming with contempt and scorn, "Don’t worry. I might die at any time, by anyone... but a bitch can never kill me." The words cut through the air like knives, each syllable heavy with defiance and disdain, as if he’d just spat in the face of fate itself. + +June’s eyes narrowed, her flawless features tightening into an expression of chilling fury as the temperature seemed to drop around her. "Then you can die," she said, her voice low and deadly cold, carrying the weight of an executioner’s verdict. + +The moment the words left her mouth, the very space around her seemed to hum with rising energy, like the crescendo of a thousand unseen drums. And then, without warning, the air exploded into a storm of blue brilliance as hundreds upon hundreds of gleaming swords materialized in a single breath, spiraling into existence around Max from every possible angle.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +Each blade was formed of pure condensed energy, edges shimmering as though they were forged from solid blue colored light, vibrating faintly with lethal intent. The sky above and the ground below seemed to blur into an ocean of swords, walls of glittering steel encircling Max until he stood isolated in a glimmering prison of death. + +What made the sight even more terrifying was the aura each sword exuded—a terrifying, razor-sharp pressure that made even the charged winds hiss and retreat. Every single blade pulsed with the fierce glow of the level 2 concept of weapons, the runes along their lengths blazing like miniature suns, enhancing not merely their cutting power but their penetrative force and speed to an entirely new level of lethality. + +Standing a safe distance away, Josh’s eyes were wide, his tone tinged with reluctant awe as he watched the spectacle unfold. "Her class, Energy Materialization, is crazy," he muttered, his voice hushed as if afraid to draw the attention of those hovering swords. "The stuff she can do with it... it’s beyond imagination." He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the glittering cage forming around Max, each blade radiating lethal promise. + +Beside him, Scott’s expression was tight and serious, his brow furrowed as his sharp eyes traced the seamless fluidity with which June manipulated her arsenal. "It’s said that she’s one of the favorites to get into the top twenty of the Heaven Mandate Grand Tournament two years from now," he said, his tone solemn, heavy with the weight of implication. + +"Top twenty?" Frank scoffed, an arrogant glint sparking in his eyes as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his voice cutting through the crackling tension in the air like a blade. "Miss June has plans to enter the top ten." His words landed like a bolt of lightning themselves, laced with unwavering confidence, as though he were merely stating an indisputable fact rather than a boast. + +"Top ten?" Both Josh and Scott blurted out in unison, their eyes going wide as saucers, shock etched deep into the hard lines of their faces. Even Derek, usually the enjoying everything, stiffened visibly, his eyes flickering with a rare flash of astonishment as he stared at Frank. + +For a few heartbeats, silence reigned among them, broken only by the low rumbling of the hundreds of blue swords surrounding Max, as if the very heavens were reacting to the magnitude of what had just been said. + +In the competitive and savage world of the Middle Domain, the top twenty of the Heaven Mandate Grand Tournament had always been dominated by Heaven Grade geniuses—the elite prodigies of the seven overlord forces and the Four God Nation. + +To simply step into that realm was already a feat so rare and monumental that entire forces would devote generations to producing even a single contender capable of the achievement. + +The top ten, however, was another world entirely—a rarified space reserved for the absolute monsters among Heaven Grade geniuses, those whose names alone could send shockwaves across the Middle Domain, reshaping alliances, and striking fear into forces and nations alike. + +For Frank to so casually proclaim that June aimed for the top ten was to elevate her not merely into the ranks of elites but among the potential rulers of the next era. + +And just as the gravity of Frank’s words still hung thick in the air, June’s cold, crystalline voice rang out like the death knell of a condemned soul. "Then you can die." Her sapphire eyes glowed icily beneath the boiling clouds, and with a sharp flick of her wrist, she unleashed her attack. + +Instantly, the swarm of blue swords that encircled Max surged inward like a collapsing star, moving with deadly, fluid precision. + +Whish! Whish! Whish! + +The sound was a high-pitched symphony of steel slicing through the storm-tossed wind, each blade blurring into blue streaks of light as they rained down upon Max from every angle—above, below, and from all sides. + +The sheer quantity of swords transformed the very air into a whirling vortex of lethal edges, so dense and fast that it created a localized storm of cutting wind and flickering azure radiance. + +Sparks exploded where blades scraped against each other mid-flight, and the force of their collective descent punched into the ground like a meteor strike, sending out a shockwave that kicked up a towering column of dust and pulverized stone. + +The earth cratered inward under the brutal onslaught, splinters of rock spiraling outward in a deadly spray as the rain hissed upon the superheated edges of energy swords. It was as though a small sun had detonated at the center of the battlefield, its glare cloaking everything from view. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-799.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-799.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6e7fa5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-799.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 793: Pure Strength!" +slug: "ch-799" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 799 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1079 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Josh narrowed his eyes, lips curling into a sneer as he watched the roiling storm of dust and lightning. "I believe he is dead," he said, voice dripping with cold certainty as he crossed his arms, his armor still humming with residual energy from the battle’s earlier sparks. + +Scott gave a short, sharp nod beside him. "Even though his strength is comparable to Legend Rank experts like us, he couldn’t possibly be an opponent for a Heaven Grade genius," he said, his voice carrying the weight of unshakeable conviction. + +To him and many others in the Middle Domain, Heaven Grade geniuses were not merely prodigies—they were monsters who rewrote the laws of combat itself, capable of feats beyond the reach of ordinary geniuses no matter how strong. + +Just at the moment when Josh, Scott, Derek, and even the sneering Frank were ready to declare Max nothing more than a pile of bloody remains under the storm of blue swords, a figure suddenly erupted from the heart of the swirling dust cloud like a thunderbolt tearing through the sky, moving with speed so explosive that the very air seemed to rupture around him with a deafening sonic boom. + +Boom! + +It was Max, his figure streaming like a living flame behind him, his eyes blazing crackling with threads of faint blue lightning, his expression twisted into a cold sneer of contempt. + +He emerged not merely unscathed but radiating a killing intent so fierce that it practically scorched the rain pouring around him. In a single, blindingly fast motion, he closed the distance to June before she could even draw another breath, his fingers like steel talons as they shot out and wrapped around her slender, elegant neck with a grip that felt as unyielding as a vice forged of solid iron. + +June’s sapphire eyes widened in a mixture of utter shock and growing fury as she found herself lifted off the ground, the world spinning around her as Max’s powerful arm dragged her bodily through the storm-wracked air. + +"How dare you latch onto me?!" she gasped, her voice choked with disbelief and humiliation, a crimson flush creeping across her pale cheeks even as droplets of rain traced shining paths down her face. + +She, a genius hailed as a contender for the top ten of the Heaven Mandate Grand Tournament, had just been seized like a rag doll and propelled through the sky by someone who wasn’t even supposed to be her equal.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +The shame burned her from the inside out, coiling into a savage hatred even as her limbs struggled, her fingers clawing at Max’s iron grip. + +Josh, Scott, and Derek, watching this spectacle unfold, stood frozen for a split second, their eyes almost popping from their sockets, expressions twisted into masks of absolute disbelief. It was as if their entire understanding of battle, strength, and hierarchy had just been shattered into pieces. + +"No way..." Josh breathed, voice trembling. But even as they recovered and launched themselves after Max in a desperate pursuit, they quickly discovered the brutal truth—no matter how fiercely they poured mana into their bodies or how fast they willed themselves forward, they simply weren’t fast enough to catch him. + +Max was like a blazing comet streaking across the rain-lashed sky, each pulse of his crimson aura stretching the distance between him and the three stunned pursuers until he vanished completely from their sight. + +"Let go of me at once!" June screamed, each word laced with raw fury and strangled gasps as she struggled for air, her elegant face contorting as she realized she could neither break free from his monstrous grip nor summon her usual barrage of materialized weapons but she failed to do so. + +Her pride was taking blow after blow, feeling the weight of being utterly overpowered by the very man she’d arrogantly declared would die moments earlier. + +High above the world, Max’s eyes glowed even brighter, before they slowly shifted into a deep, predatory red, and his white hair—erupted into a full cascade of blood-red strands and than turned completely blood red. His aura billowed outward like a crimson inferno, bending the falling rain into steaming trails as he reached the outskirts of Mist City and soared toward the dark horizon, carrying June with him like a captured prisoner. + +Moments later, they arrived above a dense forest far beyond the city’s edge, lightning still flashing wildly above the canopy. + +Without uttering a word, Max’s eyes flashed with murderous resolve as he twisted his body in the air, channeling terrifying force into his arm. And then—Whish!—he hurled June downward like a meteor. + +Bang! + +Her slender figure tore through the stormy sky, a shrieking blur of blue and silver, and slammed into the earth below with a thunderous impact so powerful that the surrounding trees splintered like toothpicks and the ground itself buckled inward, sending shockwaves rippling through the forest. + +Leaves and shattered branches erupted in a cyclone around the crater as dust and debris exploded into the air. + +Yet, amid the violent crash, June’s reflexes proved why she was considered a top genius. Even as she plummeted, her eyes flashed with blue light, and she twisted her body at the last second, summoning a shimmering field of energy that cushioned her fall. + +She landed in the center of the destruction, her feet planted firmly in the crater’s heart, her breathing ragged but her body entirely unharmed, blue light still shimmering around her figure as the dust began to settle. + +But just as June steadied herself in the crater, battered and seething with humiliation, Max descended like the wrath of a demon god, his figure flickering through the air and landing before her so hard that the earth beneath his feet cracked outward in jagged lines. + +His eyes, now glowing an ominous, burning red, radiated an aura so suffused with bloodlust and oppressive might that the very air seemed to shudder and grow heavy around him. He raised his right arm, black flames spiraling like coiling serpents around his forearm, and clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles popped audibly. + +Without giving June even a breath to react, he drove his fist forward with blinding speed, the strike blazing with the concentrated force of his monstrous power. + +June’s eyes widened in stark horror as she felt the oppressive weight of his incoming blow. For the first time, genuine fear cut through her pride and arrogance as she sensed the terrifying energies roiling inside his strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-8.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-8.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b380671 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-8.md @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 8: A little bit of Training and Meeting with others." +slug: "ch-8" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 8 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +[Swift Dash] + +– Rank: [Common] + +– Level: 0 + +– Description: A straightforward dash skill that enhances the user's speed for a brief moment, allowing them to close the distance to enemies or evade attacks. Perfect for beginners seeking quick movement in combat situations. + +—- + +'So, it's a movement-type skill.' Max sighed. Although he knew this dungeon couldn't possess anything better than basic skills and items, since it was a no-rank dungeon, he was still a little disappointed that even the hidden chamber only contained a movement-type basic skill. + +'I guess it's better than nothing.' He opened the scroll and placed his hand on it. The skill scroll glowed with blue light before it vanished in the same hue. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining the skill — Swift Dash.] + +'Let's see how swift its speed is...' Max mused and activated the skill. + +Swish! + +His form blurred, and he disappeared from his position, reappearing just before the tables at the opposite end of the hall. + +"This is good!" Max was satisfied. The speed was enough to catch any enemy off guard and close the distance quickly. + +"This skill is great, but to make the best use of it, I need to level up my Basic Sword Arts to at least level 10. Only then will I be invincible in close combat," he muttered to himself, envisioning a scene where he used his Three Dimensional Body, Swift Dash, and Basic Sword Arts to overwhelm any foe in a close combat battle. + +'Alright, I should start training.' Max thought, sitting cross-legged on the ground and closing his eyes. He believed this hidden chamber was probably the safest place in the entire dungeon, where no one would disturb him. + +He activated the Dimension of Time skill and appeared directly in the time dimension without having to go through the door. 'Sweet, now let's start training the Basic Sword Arts.' + +--- + +Four hours passed, and Max opened his eyes. + +A wide, smug smile spread across his face as he stood up and checked his status for the Basic Sword Arts skill. + +—- + +[Basic Sword Art] + +– Rank: [Common] + +– Level: 20 + +– Description: The simplest and most universal sword art taught to beginners. It focuses on mastering the rudimentary techniques of swordsmanship, emphasizing form, balance, and timing. + +—- + +'This is good! It took a year longer, but I managed to master Basic Sword Arts to level 20.' Max smiled at the result. Although he felt that mastering the Basic Sword Arts was many times easier than mastering the Magic Bullets skill for some reason, he didn't think too much of it. + +'It was like I've already trained this skill before...' He couldn't describe the strange feeling he had while training for four years in Basic Sword Arts. He felt as though he was already very familiar with the skill, even though he wasn't. + +'It's a good thing, so I shouldn't complain.' Max mused. + +After that, he sat down again and began absorbing all the cores he had collected so far. Some time later, a notification popped up in his vision. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 2 of Novice Rank.] + +However, upon seeing the notification, he wasn't happy at all. He had three level 3 goblin cores, one level 4 goblin core, and many level 2 goblin cores, yet his level only increased by one after absorbing all of them. + +'Just as the books mentioned, the difficulty of leveling increases as one becomes stronger,' he thought, turning his attention toward the door he came from. + +"It's time to kill the boss and leave the dungeon." He muttered and exited the hidden chamber. + +--- + +What greeted Max when he stepped out of the hidden chamber was pure chaos. Goblins were waging war against the students from his academy. All the level 2 goblins were handled by those who had recently upgraded their strength to level 1. As Max observed, he noticed many level 1 students among those fighting, as he had seen before. + +'Huh? The students have gathered at both entrances to fight.' Max observed and credited Zixi for coming up with such a plan. Thanks to it, the number of students in the village exceeded that of the goblins combined. + +"Blade Waltz!" + +Just then, a familiar shout reached Max's ears. He turned toward the voice and saw a kid with light golden hair thrust his sword forward skillfully in a barrage, each strike stronger than the last, aimed at a level 3 goblin. + +From Max's point of view, he only saw sword shadows released from William's sword one after another, hitting the level 3 goblin. + +The level 3 goblin was pushed back by William's constant barrage of attacks, with deep gashes appearing on its body. But that was all—his attacks failed to deliver a decisive blow to severely injure the goblin. + +"Tch, these level 3 goblins are hard to kill." William said in frustration as he stepped back. + +"Don't worry, with our cooperation, we can easily kill it." A lady with brown hair stepped forward beside William. Her sharp gray eyes glinted with intelligence, and her graceful yet purposeful movements exuded quiet confidence. + +"Bind it." William said, nodding. + +Zixi nodded and moved her hands in a strange manner. + +"GGGHHH!" + +Just then, a spirit or ghost-like figure with a skull and skeleton body emerged from the ground below the level 3 goblin and tightly bound its hands and legs, restricting its movement. + +"It's time to finish it." William shot forward again, using a movement skill to appear before the level 3 goblin, now bound by Zixi and her ghost spirit. + +"Guard Break!" + +He used his strongest skill, thrusting his sword forward. The sword gleamed in pure golden light. + +BANG! + +The golden sword struck the motionless goblin and pierced through its heart, emerging from its back. Green blood sprayed onto William's face and body, but he didn't flinch and stood calmly. + +After a few seconds, the goblin's corpse disappeared, leaving behind a few items on the ground. + +"Guys, a little help here!" An urgent shout soon reached William's and Zixi's ears. + +"Henry!" They looked at each other and immediately turned toward the shout, seeing Henry, alone, fending off three level 3 goblins with a shield twice his size. + +Seeing that, they immediately dashed toward Henry. + +However, before they could reach him, three beams of light shot toward Henry, and a moment later, the three goblins Henry had been shielding fell to the ground. + +"They're dead?" Henry, a chubby kid with small eyes, stared at the headless corpses of the three level 3 goblins in shock. "They're dead!" He shouted instinctively when he saw that.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +"Dead?" Both William and Zixi reached Henry and saw the headless corpses of the goblins before they disappeared in red light, leaving behind many drops. + +"Who could kill level 3 goblins so easily?" William's eyes widened in shock, realizing he had only seen three beams of light before the goblins died. + +"Could it be..." Zixi looked at William suspiciously. + +William gritted his teeth but he knew that only one person could pull off something like that. + +"MAX! COME OUT!" William shouted, looking around. + +"MAX! COME OUT!" + +"MAX! COME OUT!" + +He shouted two more times, seeing no response, and was about to shout a fourth time when a figure appeared in front of him. + +"I heard you the first time. You don't have to shout like that," Max said, looking at William with a sneer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-80.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-80.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49725dd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-80.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 80: Max vs Killian - 1" +slug: "ch-80" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 80 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Suddenly, massive screens materialized above the crowds gathered in the halls of the Battle Realm. Each screen was enormous, as wide and tall as a theater’s movie screen, immediately commanding attention. + +They floated above various parts of the Battle Realm, casting a faint glow that drew everyone’s gaze upward. + +At the very center of the Battle Realm, the largest screen of all dominated the area, its vivid display crystal-clear. On it, Max and Killian stood face-to-face on a vast, open grassy plain. + +People from all five major guilds and four super families gathered in groups, closely watching the screen. Their expressions were serious as they gazed up at the spectacle. + +--- + +On the battlefield, Max and Killian stood a little distance apart from each other. Max wore a mocking expression, while Killian appeared calm and composed. + +"You can attack first," Max said, smiling at Killian. + +Killian raised an eyebrow, feeling underestimated. "Are you sure?" + +Max nodded. "Go ahead and show me what you’ve got." + +Killian smiled, and at that moment, tendrils of blue lightning began to dance around his body, wrapping from his hands to his legs and across his entire form, casting a pulsating soft blue glow around him. + +The lightning was so lethal that when it touched the ground, it scorched it, turning it to blackened char. + +Max noticed this and sneered as flames erupted from his hands. Soon after, flames covered his hands up to his elbows in a shining, lava-like infernal coating, making it appear as though he wore glowing, lava-colored gloves. + +"Impressive," Killian said with a calm smile, his gaze unwavering. "But don’t think that will save you from me." + +In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished, leaving a dazzling trail of blue lightning in his wake. The air crackled with electricity as he reappeared directly in front of Max, his fist enveloped in crackling blue lightning. With a thunderous roar, he brought it down in a devastating strike aimed squarely at Max. + +Find your next read at empire + +Killian’s speed was impressive, but it was no match for Max’s Three-Dimensional Body skill. Time seemed to slow as Max anticipated the trajectory of Killian’s attack, his eyes locking onto the incoming fist. + +Without hesitation, he responded with a fist of his own. + +Bang! + +A fist coated in red flames collided with a fist covered in blue lightning, sending sparks of lightning and flames scattering in all directions. + +But it was easy to see who had the upper hand in this round. Max remained calm and composed, while Killian gritted his teeth, exerting more and more power into his strike. + +Seeing the stalemate, the crowd watching the battle was shocked. For three years, there hadn’t been a single individual who could match Killian in any way, yet Max seemed to be easily blocking his attack as if it were nothing, while Killian struggled to counter Max’s fist. + +"Killian seems to be losing the first round." + +"Who knew Max would be this strong? He even responded to Killian’s lightning-fast attack as if it were just a normal punch." + +"Huh, this is just the beginning. It doesn’t mean anything. Killian will surely teach Max a lesson he won’t forget for the rest of his life." + +"True. He must be testing Max’s strength. Now that he knows what Max can do, I believe he won’t go easy on him." + +The crowd had different opinions about the scene unfolding before them, but they all understood one thing: Max should not be underestimated. + +Near the center of the battlefield, a figure with violet hair was also watching the battle. If Max were here, he would certainly recognize the figure—it was none other than Lyra Dusckshade. + +Her eyes were incredibly solemn, glued to the screen, her entire attention focused on the battle before her. + +On the other hand, near Max’s cube, the faces of the Blade Family members appeared grim. They hadn’t expected Killian to be forced back on the very first round of their battle. + +Allen’s eyes were calm as he watched the battle, while the rest of the family members appeared restless. Even Elena was shaken by Max’s strength. She hadn’t expected Max to grow this fast after escaping from her the last time. + +"This guy sure is strong," Nash said, smiling. + +"But this isn’t enough to defeat Killian," Erica said with a chuckle. They knew better than anyone how strong Killian could be when he fought seriously. + +On the screen, red flames and blue lightning surrounded the two opponents, but Killian clearly grew frustrated with the stalemate between them, despite putting everything he had into his punch. + +Seeing this, he channeled all the lightning around his body into his two fists. His right fist, already covered in lightning, grew even more powerful, and his left fist also became coated in lightning. + +Then, he pulled his fists back and punched again, his movements lightning-quick. + +Max, unwilling to back down, responded with a fist of his own. + +Bang! + +Once again, their fists collided, sending flames and lightning in all directions. But it wasn’t over. + +Killian unleashed punch after punch, each one crackling with blue lightning as he pressed his relentless assault. Max remained calm and composed, effortlessly blocking every blow. Yet, Killian showed no signs of slowing down, his fists flying in an unending barrage that echoed across the battlefield. + +With every clash, blue lightning and red flames erupted in dazzling bursts, illuminating the battlefield and scorching the ground. The intense energy rippled outward, creating a chaotic mix of light and heat as their battle raged on. + +They were like blue and red blur of light on the battlefield wherever they went the ground beneath them charred black by their clash. + +But no matter how hard he tried, Killian’s attacks were blocked by Max. + +"Tch," Killian clicked his tongue in frustration and retreated from Max.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Max also stepped back, seeing that. "Is this all you’ve got?" he asked. + +Killian sneered. "The real battle hasn’t even started yet." He smirked as blue lightning began to dance around his body again, this time condensing around specific parts of him, forming a lightning armor of sorts. + +Lightning surged around Killian’s body, coalescing into a gleaming suit of armor. His entire waist was enveloped in crackling blue energy, and from his fingers to his elbows, jagged lightning formed into protective gauntlets on both hands. + +The same transformation occurred with his legs, as arcs of electricity solidified into an intimidating armor that extended from his thighs to his feet, radiating raw power with every spark. + +A sword then appeared in Killian’s hand as he looked at Max. "The real battle begins now." + +Max nodded, looking him up and down. "That’s a serious increase in strength. What level of skill is that? Epic? Legendary? You certainly look like a knight in shining armor now. No denying it." + +Killian ignored Max’s words and spoke indifferently, his tone arrogant. "Take out your weapon and show me your strongest form. Only by defeating you in your strongest state will you understand the difference between us—the difference between someone from the Blade Family and a nobody." + +Max smirked at his words. "Does it look like I need to use my weapon or unleash my full strength to defeat someone like you? No. Come at me with everything you’ve got." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-800.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-800.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c14dc90 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-800.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 794: A Brutal Showdown" +slug: "ch-800" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 800 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1091 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Fou—Four Concepts?!" she gasped, her voice trembling, her pupils shrinking into pinpoints as she stared at Max’s fist hurtling toward her. She could hardly comprehend what she was seeing—for embedded in that single punch were not one, not two, but four separate concepts, each one vibrating at the formidable Level 2 mastery: the sharp severing force of the Sword Concept, the devouring heat of the Flame Concept, the crackling, explosive power of the Lightning Concept, and the warping, reality-bending pressure of the Space Concept. + +It was beyond anything she’d ever imagined possible, especially from a man whose rank shouldn’t even allow such monstrous convergence of power. And layered atop it all was the suffocating presence of pure evil radiating from Max’s aura, like an abyss that threatened to swallow even light itself. + +Bam! + +Max’s fist crashed squarely into June’s abdomen with earth-shattering impact. Her body jackknifed around his knuckles as the force tore through her defenses, expelling a ragged scream of agony from her lips. + +In the next instant, she became a blue-and-silver streak blasted backward, her body smashing through tree after tree like a meteor tearing through the forest canopy, pulverizing ancient trunks into splinters and sending leaves spiraling into whirlwinds in her wake. Each impact resonated through the ground like rolling thunder, echoing for miles around as wildlife fled in terrified droves. + +Before June could even drag air back into her battered lungs, she glimpsed a horrifying sight in the churning storm-tossed sky: a colossal crown of black flames, towering above the forest canopy like a king’s sigil of doom. + +Its flickering tongues radiated a malevolent majesty, casting long shadows over the shattered forest below. Almost immediately, a titanic black flaming sword, large enough to cleave mountains, coalesced beneath the crown, its blade vibrating with terrifying force as it dropped like divine punishment toward her prone form. + +"No—!" June shrieked, panic strangling her voice as she hurled her hands forward, summoning her class ability in desperate defense. Countless streams of blue energy swirled together, forming a crystalline shield that glowed with dazzling brilliance, the runes etched upon it blazing like miniature stars. + +Bang! + +The black flaming sword crashed down with merciless ferocity, exploding into a pillar of ebon fire that swallowed the forest floor in a roaring inferno. June’s shield disintegrated in an instant under the monstrous impact, shattering into shards of blue light that scattered like glass in a gale. + +The ground cratered violently, dirt and rock erupting skyward in a colossal blast wave, and June’s scream was drowned beneath the roar as she was driven deep into the earth. Blood spewed from her mouth in a thick spray as her bones shuddered under the crushing force, her armor fracturing in jagged spiderweb patterns across her torso.𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂 + +And yet, through sheer tenacity and the monstrous durability of a Heaven Grade genius, June clung to life. She lay at the bottom of the smoldering crater, trembling, her once-gleaming armor scorched and cracked, her breaths ragged gasps rattling in her chest. + +Her skin was streaked with blood and grime, eyes wide with both agony and stunned disbelief. She was battered, seriously injured, but not dead. + +Before she could summon another ounce of will to rise, Max’s figure teleported directly before her, as if reality itself parted for his arrival. + +He loomed over her like a scarlet devil incarnate, his blood-red hair seething with dark energy, each strand writhing as though alive. His eyes glowed with a baleful, murderous light, bright crimson irises burning with a fury so intense it seemed to warp the air around him, while waves of sinister, evil energy rolled off him in suffocating waves. + +His face was a mask of wrath and cold contempt, his lips twisting into a sneer as he glared down at June as if she were nothing more than an insect beneath his heel, ready to be crushed without mercy. + +"Wh-who...who are you?" June gasped out, voice trembling, barely above a whisper, horror dripping from every syllable as her mind struggled to process the demon who had descended upon her world. She had never seen, never even heard of, anyone who released such a monstrous, evil aura, nor anyone capable of wielding four concepts at once with such devastating mastery. + +But the only answer she received was another punch. Max flickered forward and without hesitation, slammed his fist—charged again with all four of his concepts—into her face. + +Bang! + +The blow echoed like the collapse of a mountain, sending June blasting backward once more, blood arcing through the air as her figure bounced and skidded across the shattered terrain. + +And then Max’s figure teleported directly in front of her battered form as she struggled to rise, his finger raised and pointing at her like the barrel of a gun. A searing crimson light gathered at its tip, growing into a concentrated beam that hummed with deadly resonance. + +"Infernal Ray," Max intoned, his voice dripping with cold wrath. + +The red beam shot forth, instantly engulfing June in a pillar of crimson energy so intense that the surrounding air warped from the heat and violent force. + +"AHHHHHH!" June’s scream tore through the forest, shrill and agonized, as the blazing energy seared into her, ripping apart the ground beneath her and consuming her figure in a maelstrom of crimson flames and destructive force, leaving nothing but swirling smoke and scorched earth in its wake. + +Max arrived before her, his crimson eyes glinted like molten rubies as he gazed down at June, his chest heaving with measured breath, each exhale radiating wisps of dark, simmering energy into the air around them. + +His body seemed to vibrate with power, the black scales still glittering faintly over his skin as the dying embers of his previous attack crackled and faded. + +Then, slowly, as if to show her exactly what kind of nightmare she was dealing with, Max lifted his fist. Crackling arcs of brilliant blue lightning began to dance and spiral around his knuckles, growing thicker, brighter, until they wrapped his entire arm in a raging storm of electric fury. + +It was as if a miniature tempest had condensed into his very flesh, and the ground beneath him trembled with each pulsing beat of raw power. The howling wind carried the scent of ozone and burning wood, sharp and violent. + +In that instant, June’s battered, bloodstained eyes widened as she realized with dawning horror what she was seeing—the unmistakable energy signature of the Storm King Inheritance, the same terrifying legacy whose might Max had recently claimed for his own. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-801.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-801.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a354de3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-801.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 795: Do you regret it now?" +slug: "ch-801" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 801 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Without giving June a heartbeat to react, Max lunged forward, moving with such explosive speed that the forest itself seemed to blur around him. His blue-lightning-infused fist smashed into her midsection like the wrath of a raging thunder god. + +Bang! + +The impact detonated with a sound like the heavens themselves splitting open. June’s body folded around his fist, spit and blood spraying from her lips as the shockwave tore through the trees, uprooting them and sending splinters flying like lethal rain. Her form shot backward in a screaming blur, carving a deep trench through the ground as she went. + +Yet before she could even tumble to a stop, Max’s figure vanished in a flicker of shimmering distortion, only to reappear directly in the path of her hurtling body. His hand extended, fingers spreading apart as space itself seemed to ripple and freeze around him.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +His eyes burned with cruel determination as he growled, "Spatial Anchoring!" In an instant, the second level of his Space Concept came to life, locking June’s momentum in place mid-air as though the world itself had seized her in an invisible vice. + +Her limbs quivered, her eyes widening in absolute terror as she realized she couldn’t move an inch, her entire existence pinned into a fixed point in space. + +Max didn’t waste a single moment. His fists blurred forward in a flurry so fast they seemed to vanish into streaks of crimson and black. He pummeled her relentlessly, each punch exploding against her body like meteor strikes. + +Every strike burned with the combined ferocity of his four deadly concepts: the shearing force of his Severing Sword Concept slicing into her defenses, the searing heat of his Flame Concept scorching her flesh, the electric detonation of his Lightning Concept sending spasms through her nerves, and the twisting, reality-warping pressure of his Space Concept compressing her very existence with every blow. + +The sounds of his fists landing were sharp, violent bangs, like the constant pounding of war drums, echoing across the shattered forest. + +June’s mouth flew open as she tried to scream, but the bursts of pain stole her voice, leaving only ragged, gasping wheezes as Max’s fists carved bruises and bleeding cuts across her flawless skin. Blood sprayed with each rapid impact, flecks of crimson scattering like rain across the debris-filled wind. + +Her armor shattered in splintering chunks under the barrage, falling away piece by piece as Max reduced her defenses to dust. + +And finally, with his eyes still burning like twin stars of red hellfire, Max cocked back one final punch, his fist now blazing so brightly it was nearly impossible to look at directly. With a savage snarl, he smashed his knuckles into her chest, sending her flying backward like a rag doll shot from a cannon. + +Bang! + +June’s body tore through trees, splintering them like matchsticks, before crashing into a distant rock outcrop with an impact that sent an avalanche of stone tumbling down around her. She slumped amidst the rubble, battered beyond recognition, her chest heaving weakly as blood oozed from countless wounds, her eyes glassy and dazed. + +But before June could even draw the faintest breath of relief, still reeling from the beam that had torn into her flesh and left her senses spinning in a haze of pain, darkness seemed to swallow the world around her. + +Shadows flickered and coiled like living serpents, and in an instant, she was completely engulfed in a sphere of pitch-black flames, its surface shimmering and writhing as if it were alive, each ripple pulsing with sinister energy. + +The searing heat radiating from within the sphere was suffocating, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning earth and charred flesh. + +"AHHHHHHH!" June shrieked, her voice so hoarse and raw it barely sounded human anymore, ripping through the air with the desperation of someone who had plunged into a nightmare without end. She screamed until her throat was torn and bleeding, screamed as though the sound alone might somehow save her from the inferno consuming her very existence. + +Outside the flaming prison, Max stood tall and unyielding, his blood-red eyes cold and merciless as the glow of the black flames danced across the fierce lines of his face. His hair, a mass of dark crimson strands still seething with the remnants of violent power, stirred in the turbulent air like a crimson banner. With chilling calm, he lifted a single hand, his fingers curling slightly as if crushing something invisible. + +"Explode," Max uttered, his voice quiet, almost gentle, as though he were merely giving a mundane command rather than pronouncing a death sentence. + +Bang! + +The black flaming sphere contracted sharply upon itself, shrinking into a dense ball of writhing flames before detonating outward in a violent burst. A concussive shockwave slammed through the forest, ripping trees from their roots, sending waves of scorched leaves and embers spiraling high into the storm-tossed sky. + +The blast flattened everything within dozens of meters, the ground splintering open in deep, smoking fissures as debris rained down like a storm of burning ash. + +When the furious swirl of black flames and dust finally cleared, June’s figure became visible once more—but the woman standing there bore almost no resemblance to the proud Heaven Grade genius who had confronted Max with haughty disdain. + +Her lustrous hair was reduced to singed, brittle strands clinging to her scorched scalp. Her delicate face, once flawless and regal, was now charred and cracked, streaks of burnt flesh revealing raw, bleeding wounds beneath. Her armor was all but disintegrated, leaving her form trembling and exposed, each ragged breath rattling painfully in her chest. + +She looked like a figure clawed from the depths of hell itself, her beauty transformed into something monstrous by flame and violence. And yet, impossibly, she was still alive—her eyes fluttering open in barely conscious agony, her body quivering with involuntary spasms as she lay sprawled in the blasted earth. + +Max slowly stepped toward her, his crimson aura fading as he dropped to a crouch beside her mangled form. His face softened fractionally, his eyes losing some of their blazing ferocity as the glow dimmed and his features reverted to their usual form. + +His long red hair shifted back to pristine white, and his irises glowed softly pinkish-red instead of hellish crimson. Leaning forward, he brought his lips close to her ear, his voice low and intimate as silk but carrying the weight of a guillotine’s blade. + +"Do you regret it now?" he whispered, each word dripping like ice water onto searing wounds. His breath fanned against her blistered cheek, the question so deceptively gentle it made the moment feel all the more terrifying. + +June couldn’t answer him. Her voice was gone, her throat shredded from screams, her body so ravaged she couldn’t muster even the smallest shake of her head. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, brimmed with tears of pain and humiliation, and the only sounds that escaped her bloodied lips were soft, broken gasps. + +"Ah...ahh...ahh..." she rasped weakly, the feeble noises barely more than whimpers as she stared up at him in shattered disbelief, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the force that had utterly demolished her. + +And just at that moment, a group of figures burst onto the battlefield, skidding to a halt at the edge of the devastated clearing. Scott, Josh, Derek, Frank, Gayle, and Rose arrived, their eyes widening in absolute shock as they took in the smoldering crater, the trees reduced to blackened stumps, and the clouds of ash hanging thick in the air. + +Their gazes fell upon Max, who knelt there whispering into the ear of what appeared to be nothing more than a charred corpse. The instant they realized the burned figure was June—a Heaven Grade genius who only moments ago had seemed invincible—terror blossomed across all their faces. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-802.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-802.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6445fd --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-802.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 796: An Old Lady" +slug: "ch-802" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 802 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1099 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Their bodies went rigid, and one by one, their mouths fell open in silent horror as they stared at Max, trembling from head to toe. It was as though the laws of their world had been upended before their very eyes, and standing in the center of it all was Max, serene and composed, who turned his faint pinkish-red eyes toward them with a calm, detached indifference that made the blood in their veins run cold. + +"M-Max... w-who is that?" Josh asked his voice stuttering in fear. + +Max turned to look at them and shrugged. "Of course she is June. She wanted to kill me but alas she was too weak. Moreover she was a bitch and a bitch like that always end up like that. Poor girl." + +All of them terrified even more hearing Max talking so calmly about her. Even Gayle and Rose felt their heart tremble seeing Max so calm. + +What they all coudn’t believe was that only a minute or a half was it take them to catch up to Max and June but in that time June was in a state where she would she wish she was dead. They for a moment couldn’t believe that a battle was even fought but the destruction of the forest a proof that a battle was indeed fought here but what they didn’t know was that it was a one sided brutality. + +Max stood over June’s ruined form as he slowly shook his head, strands of hair falling forward across his forehead. "I told you it wouldn’t end up good for you, but you didn’t listen," he murmured softly, his voice filled with a cool finality as if he were simply stating an obvious truth rather than delivering a death sentence. + +Then, as though this were merely business to be concluded, Max reached out for his sword. + +The steel shimmered, its surface flickering with faint runes as he lifted it high, aiming the point toward June’s scorched neck. His gaze was utterly cold, devoid of hesitation, his grip steady as stone. + +But just as he prepared to deliver the finishing stroke, a panicked shout cut through the tense silence like a blade. + +"Yo-You can’t kill her!" Frank bellowed, his voice cracking with both fear and desperation. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, and his whole body trembled as he stood clutching his weapon, beads of sweat rolling down his face. + +Max paused, glancing sideways at Frank with a faintly quizzical tilt of his head. "Huh? Why not?" he asked, his tone eerily casual, as if they were discussing the price of fruit in a market rather than the fate of a Heaven Grade genius. "She wanted to kill me, so it’s only natural that I kill her, right?" + +Frank blinked, momentarily stunned by the simplicity of Max’s logic, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air before he finally forced the words out, drawing on some hidden reservoir of courage. "If you kill her, you’ll be hunted down by the Void Soul Tower! They will kill you for sure!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the devastated clearing. + +Max’s eyes slid over to Frank with a slow, dismissive look, as though he were regarding a stubborn child. He gave a faint, one-shouldered shrug. "I don’t care," he said flatly. "She wanted to kill me, and I will kill her for that. It’s this simple." + +As he spoke, he began to bring the sword down in a swift arc, the blade singing through the air as it neared June’s ravaged throat. + +But before the blade could find its mark, a sudden, immense pressure slammed into Max’s body from the side—a force so powerful and abrupt that it blasted him off his feet like a rag doll. + +Bang! + +He crashed into a thick tree trunk dozens of meters away, the impact splitting the ancient wood with a thunderous crack. Bark exploded outward in a shower of splinters as Max’s body embedded into the tree, blood spraying from his lips in a bright crimson arc. The ground beneath him buckled from the force as the echo of the impact rolled through the forest like distant thunder. + +Max grunted, wincing as he wrenched himself free from the tree’s jagged maw, coughing violently as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His sword fell from his fingers and clattered to the ground as he wiped his lips, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he stared back toward the clearing. + +Floating there, as if she had materialized from thin air, was an old lady radiating an aura so potent it warped the very air around her in shimmering waves of oppressive force. Her hair, pure silver and flowing like a silken waterfall, framed a face carved with deep lines of both age and stern authority. Her eyes, glowing a fierce jade green, locked onto Max with a searing intensity that could have shattered stone. + +She hovered just above the ground, her robes rippling outward in waves as though caught in an unseen tempest, her presence alone radiating power on a level that made the air crackle and hiss. + +"How dare you?!" she snarled, her voice vibrating with rage and carrying the weight of thunder. Each syllable struck the air like a physical blow, and the ground beneath her feet fractured in a spiderweb of fissures as her killing intent flooded the clearing. + +Looking at the scorched figure of June, her eyes shimmered in rage.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +Max forced himself upright, still coughing as he steadied his stance. He wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his trembling hand and glared at the old lady with a glint of defiance. He knew instantly that this was no ordinary opponent—that the old lady was on a level entirely beyond anything he’d yet faced. + +"Who did this? WHO DID THIS?!" the old lady roared, her voice shaking the entire clearing like the rumble of an earthquake, her eyes blazing with jade fury as arcs of crackling energy pulsed around her slender fingers. + +Her aura flared so intensely that the ground beneath her feet crumbled into fissures, and the trees nearby bent away as though trying to flee her wrath. + +Without pausing, she dropped her gnarled hand over June’s burned, motionless body, a soft, shimmering light of emerald mana radiating from her palm as she poured it desperately into the charred flesh, trying to heal the horrific wounds. The raw power of her mana churned like a raging river, the air thickening with its potency as her face twisted between rage and panic. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-803.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-803.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a8d78f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-803.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 797: Nobody can kill me" +slug: "ch-803" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 803 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1274 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Third Elder, it’s this guy—Max!" Frank cried out suddenly, scrambling forward and pointing a trembling finger straight at Max. His eyes were wild, face pale with a mix of fear and hope that perhaps by offering up Max, he’d spare himself the old woman’s wrath. + +The Third Elder’s head snapped toward Max, her expression darkening into an inferno of murderous intent. "You... You deserve to die!" she hissed, her voice icy and crackling with killing intent. + +Before Max could even react, before he could even so much as flinch, an invisible force slammed into him with the force of a mountain. + +BOOM! + +The world exploded in pain as he was hurled backward like a meteor, his body smashing through several trees in rapid succession, each trunk splintering into wooden shrapnel as his form tore through them. He crashed to the ground with a bone-jarring impact, blood erupting from his mouth in a violent spray as he skidded across the earth, carving a deep trench in the soil. + +Despite the agony radiating through his chest, Max lifted his head slowly, wiping the crimson streaks from his chin with the back of a shaking hand. His eyes, pinkish-red and glinting with a manic gleam, locked onto the Third Elder. And then, despite the blood dripping from his lips, he began to laugh. + +"Hahahaha..." His laughter echoed through the battered clearing, raspy and edged with madness. "You can’t save her." + +As he uttered those cold words, his lips barely moving, he whispered in his mind: Devour. + +The moment the silent command left his thoughts, a sudden black light flickered over June’s already charred body. Almost instantly, tongues of black flames burst into existence, enveloping her form in a swirling vortex of sinister fire. + +"Huh?! Black flames?! How did she start burning in black flames?!" The Third Elder gasped in utter shock, her eyes widening as the eerie flames hissed and roared, devouring everything in their path. + +She screamed a skill and thrust her palms forward, unleashing waves of brilliant emerald mana to extinguish the black blaze. But as her mana poured out, it met the black flames and dissolved uselessly like water splashed onto red-hot metal. + +A look of horror dawned on her ancient face as she realized that no matter how much power she channeled, it simply passed through the black flames without so much as a flicker of effect. Her magic, potent enough to shatter mountains, might as well have been a breeze trying to snuff out a star. + +"No... NO!" the Third Elder screamed, her voice cracking as she tried again and again to save June, her trembling hands clawing helplessly at the intangible inferno. But the flames devoured everything in their path with quiet, unstoppable hunger. + +And then, almost as quickly as they’d appeared, the black flames began to subside, shrinking inward like dark silk winding back into invisible threads. In their place, where June’s broken and burned body had been cradled moments before, there was nothing—no flesh, no bone, no ash even—only a faint swirl of scorched air dissipating into the breeze. June had vanished utterly, consumed and erased from existence. + +The Third Elder staggered backward, her arms dropping to her sides, her face as pale as the moon as she stared at her empty hands, fingers still curled as if trying to hold onto something that was no longer there. Her lips parted, but no sound came out, her eyes brimming with a cocktail of horror and disbelief. + +She stood rooted to the spot, her entire frame trembling as if her body no longer knew how to hold itself upright, her jade-green eyes wide and vacant with shock. It was as though her soul had been ripped from her chest, leaving behind only a hollow shell that stared blankly at the empty air where June had once been. + +She simply could not comprehend how the student she had nurtured with all her love, whom she’d groomed to ascend to the very heights of genius, had just been reduced to nothing but drifting cinders, erased so utterly from existence that not even ashes remained to mourn. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound emerged, her breath trapped in her lungs as disbelief and agony waged war inside her. + +Meanwhile, Max—blood still crusted at the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving with exertion and pain—threw back his head and laughed, a sound that rolled out of him like thunder cracking through a storm. + +"Hahaha! I told you all. You can’t save her!" His eyes glowed pinkish-red, wild and glinting with cruel satisfaction, while his snow-white hair fluttered around his face like a silken halo, at odds with the savage madness radiating from his aura. "Since the moment she wanted to kill me, her fate was doomed to a brutal death." His voice dropped lower, words edged with venomous certainty. + +The Third Elder seemed to snap back to life at his words, her blank stare shattering into an expression of blazing fury so intense that veins stood out like cords along her neck and temples, her jade eyes now awash in the deep crimson of bloodlust. + +"I will kill you!" she screamed, her voice vibrating with a murderous wrath so potent it made the air itself hum, her body trembling like a blade drawn tight in a bowstring. + +Max cocked his head to the side, and despite the deep bruises staining his skin and the labored rhythm of his breath, he flashed a brilliant, mocking grin. "Oh, did I forget to mention...? Nobody in this world can kill me." His tone was sweet as honey, but his eyes were diamond-hard, glittering with an arrogance so profound it seemed carved into his very bones. + +"DIE!" roared the Third Elder, her voice a hurricane of power as she whipped one slender, wrinkled hand forward. A razor-thin arc of shimmering energy erupted from her palm, slashing forward through the air like a blade forged of pure moonlight. The sheer force of it bent trees aside as it hurtled toward Max, tearing a shrieking path through the clearing. + +But just as the luminous blade was about to strike him, Max’s figure flickered like a candle flame and vanished completely. + +BANG!𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +The Third Elder’s attack smashed into the forest behind where Max had been standing, detonating with explosive force. Hundreds of ancient trees were shredded in an instant, trunks disintegrating into splinters and leaves igniting into a swirling storm of sparks. + +A massive trench, charred black and still smoking, carved itself deep into the earth as the shockwave thundered outward, shaking the canopy high overhead. But there was no sign of Max in the aftermath—only a void of emptiness where he had stood. + +"Who is he?!" the Third Elder hissed, spinning around, her hair lashing like silver serpents as her jade-green eyes scanned the forest, her expression twisted into one of near-madness. "Find him! I want every piece of information about that kid—where he’s from, what faction he belongs to, who taught him. I want it ALL!" she barked, her voice echoing off the ravaged trees like the tolling of a war drum. + +"Yes, Elder!" Frank blurted quickly, snapping to attention as sweat trickled down his temples. His eyes darted around, seeking scapegoats or clues, and he spun on his heel to face Gayle and Rose, who were still frozen in stunned silence. + +They were the ones who had brought Max to the Hourglass Restaurant, the ones closest to knowing anything about this terrifying young man who had just toppled a Heaven Grade genius and vanished under the nose of one of the Middle Domain’s most powerful elders. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-804.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-804.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5baf6e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-804.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 798: A month of silence" +slug: "ch-804" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 804 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1226 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max reappeared in his room within the 2-star sector of the Great Ruler Empire, the familiar sight of his modest chamber greeting him with gentle lamplight flickering against polished stone walls. + +He staggered a step forward, his face pale and streaked with dried blood, each breath still ragged from the earlier battle, and finally let out a shaky sigh as he slumped into the nearest chair. "It was good that I anchored the Space Anchor Sphere to my room here," he muttered under his breath, reaching into his storage space to pull out a handful of luminous mana crystals whose surfaces pulsed softly like captured stars. + +He clutched them in his palms and felt the soothing tide of energy pour through his battered body, mending the torn muscles and shattered pathways left by the Third Elder’s savage assault. + +The Space Anchor Sphere, he reflected, was a treasure he’d stumbled upon during his time exploring the mysterious citadel back in the Lower Domain. It was an artifact that has a single, invaluable function: to instantly transport its owner to the precise location where it had been anchored. + +Max had wisely chosen to tie it to his room in the Great Ruler Empire, and tonight, that single decision had spared him from certain death. "Fortunately, I did that," he whispered with a grim chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back and closed his eyes, reliving the attack of the old lady. "Otherwise, I’d be dead right now." + +He exhaled deeply, gathering his scattered thoughts as the last threads of pain ebbed from his flesh. ’That was close,’ he thought, his expression darkening as the images of June’s twisted, screaming face flashed across his mind. Yet despite the chaos and the mortal peril, he felt not a shred of regret for what he’d done. + +Suddenly, a melodic chime rang out accompanied by the crisp, synthetic voice of the system: + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 7 of Master Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 8 of Master Rank.] + +Max opened his eyes, and for the first time since returning, a genuine grin cracked across his face. "I leveled up two more times. Great." His tone was tinged with relief and satisfaction, though the triumph was quickly overtaken by a thoughtful frown. + +He stared at the glimmering mana crystals in his hand as his mind churned with unease. "I wonder if the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Void Soul Tower will cause some problems for the Great Ruler Empire," he murmured, brows furrowing deeper. + +He knew the intricate politics of the Middle Domain weren’t so simple, and while his soul contract with Princess Lyra made it impossible for the Great Ruler Empire to simply expel him—or worse, hand him over to their rivals—he couldn’t help but consider how the aftermath of June’s death would ripple through the delicate balance of power. + +"Though I doubt they’d be foolish enough to do something so reckless," he added after a moment, the shadows easing from his eyes as a trace of cold amusement curved his lips. "They’d only invite calamity upon themselves." + +Shrugging, Max drew in a steady breath, his resolve hardening. "Well... let’s see how it goes." He rose from the chair, his injuries nearly healed, and with a flick of his will, stepped into the swirling silver doorway of his Dimension of Time. + +Inside that world of suspended hours, he unsheathed his sword in a single smooth motion and began running through the intricate steps of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art, his blade flashing like liquid moonlight. + +Simultaneously, he retrieved several lightning essence stones from his ring, their surfaces sparking with violet arcs, and pressed them to his chest as he inhaled deeply. His aura surged as he began to absorb the stones’ pure energy, determined to master the second stage of the Storm King inheritance. + +And so, quietly and without the dramatic storms he’d braced himself for, an entire month slipped past like the silent turning of pages in an unseen book. + +In that span of days, Max immersed himself so completely in his cultivation and training that time seemed almost irrelevant, measured only by the rhythm of his breath, the ringing clash of his sword strokes, and the steady thrum of energy coursing through his veins. + +His tireless dedication finally bore fruit when he felt a profound shift in his Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art: at long last, he could perform the first move—Unyielding Sword Art—not with the borrowed mantle of the invincible concept, but purely with his own severing concept, a fusion of insight and deadly precision that filled him with quiet pride. + +Simultaneously, his efforts with the Storm King’s Inheritance also yielded breakthroughs. With sweat beading down his brow and veins lit with flickering arcs of violet lightning, Max painstakingly absorbed lightning essence stone after lightning essence stone until he amassed nine in total, unlocking the second stage—Heaven’s Wraith. + +The power it granted him, the raw destructive ferocity of true lightning, sent chills of awe even through his own spirit, though it left him battered and drained. However, when he turned his focus toward the final stage, Extreme Speed, he found himself stonewalled. + +No matter how many times he attempted to absorb more lightning essence stones, the process grew exponentially more difficult after the ninth one, as if the essence itself was resisting entry into his meridians, forcing him to admit that he was not yet strong enough to advance further. + +Beyond these triumphs, Max also drilled tirelessly in his other martial arts, refining the devastating arcs of his Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword and the grim, crimson fury of his Crimson Burial Sword Art until each technique felt as natural to him as breathing. + +Meanwhile, all four of his comprehended concepts—lightning, flames, space, and sword—edged upward into the intermediate stage of Level 2, standing merely a single breath away from the pinnacle of that realm. + +Yet as his strength grew day by day, the outside world remained stubbornly quiet in a way that gnawed at his instincts. One evening, as pale lamplight cast dancing shadows against the smooth walls of his room, Max finally opened his eyes from meditation, a faint frown marring his features. + +"It’s strange," he murmured, his voice soft as if afraid to break the silence that hung so heavily around him. "It’s been a month, and nobody from the Void Soul Tower or the Thunder Monarch Hall has come." + +He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing as he considered the weight of that reality. He’d fully expected retaliation, bloodshed, or at the very least, fierce political maneuvering after killing June—a Heaven Grade genius of the Void Soul Tower, no less. + +The death of someone of her caliber wasn’t simply a personal vendetta; it was the kind of incident that could spark power struggles, factional wars, or assassins hunting him across the Middle Domain. Yet the days had drifted by without so much as a ripple. + +Neither the Void Soul Tower nor the Thunder Monarch Hall had made a move. Even Lyra had sent no messages regarding political fallout or looming threats, as though the world had simply chosen to pretend nothing had happened. It left Max with a lingering sense of dissonance, a suspicion that something was coiling unseen beneath the surface, waiting for its moment to strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-805.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-805.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1bd1a57 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-805.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 799: Lyra’s Summon" +slug: "ch-805" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 805 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1274 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Too peaceful," he whispered into the quiet room, his pinkish-red eyes glinting faintly under the soft glow of the lamplight. He clenched his hand slowly into a fist, the edges of his thoughts sharp as steel. A month ago, he’d braced himself for a maelstrom. Instead, he’d been given silence. And that silence, Max felt, was somehow far more dangerous than open war. + +Beep! + +Just then, the quiet in Max’s room was shattered by a crisp digital chime as his holowatch beeped insistently. He glanced down, eyes narrowing slightly, and saw Princess Lyra’s name glowing on the screen, a brief message flashing beneath it. + +"She’s summoning me..." Max muttered under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching with mild apprehension. His mind immediately leapt to the possibilities. ’Is this finally about the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall?’ + +He tapped his fingers on the armrest, considering whether to ignore the summons for a while longer, but curiosity and caution won out. + +Lyra had summoned him not just to some public council hall or meeting chamber, but directly to her private office. "Office? More like her room," Max scoffed under his breath as he approached the elaborately carved wooden door, whose lacquered surface shimmered faintly under crystal lamps fixed into the surrounding walls. He raised his hand and knocked firmly. + +"Come," came Lyra’s voice from within, clipped and formal. + +Max stepped inside and immediately felt his eyebrows arch upward. The so-called "office" was indeed her room—but calling it merely a room felt laughable. It sprawled out like a royal pavilion, with towering bookcases crammed with ancient scrolls and tomes, lush silk curtains of deep emerald and silver drifting gently in the breeze from floating cooling stones, and enormous windows that looked out across the sparkling rooftops of the Great Ruler Empire’s inner city. + +A plush carpet stretched beneath his boots, the surface embroidered with faintly glowing runes. Max glanced around, half-wondering if the place had an official title like Princess’s Palace tucked away somewhere in the Empire’s records. + +In the center of the chamber, seated behind an ornate desk inlaid with precious stones, Princess Lyra fixed him with a gaze so solemn it felt as though the air had thickened between them. + +She studied him silently for a moment, eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce through his very soul, and Max’s brow furrowed as he stood waiting, arms folded. + +’Is this truly about the Void Soul Tower?’ he wondered, his mind racing through possibilities as he saw her solemn face. + +"What did you call me for?" he finally asked, breaking the heavy silence. + +But instead of answering, Princess Lyra continued to stare, her brilliant eyes shimmering as they swept up and down his frame. After a full minute, she let out a soft gasp and exclaimed, "Your strength... You’ve reached the 8th level of Master Rank." + +Max tilted his head slightly and gave a nonchalant shrug. "I had some adventures," he said casually, as though he’d merely stumbled upon a hidden stash of experience points on his morning stroll. + +Lyra blinked several times, her lips parting as though searching for words, but only silence came out for a moment. She pressed a hand to her forehead, shaking her head slowly. She’d seen countless prodigies in her life, but none who advanced realms at a pace like his—it defied every experience she had so far in the Middle Domain. + +"It’s good that your strength has increased this fast," she finally managed, letting out a breath and forcing a faint smile to her lips. "You’ll need it." + +Max narrowed his eyes, leaning forward a fraction. "For what?" he asked.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +Lyra straightened in her seat, her demeanor shifting back into the authoritative air of a leader. "There is a secret domain that’s been discovered in Misty City," she said, her voice dropping to a tone of confidential gravity. "At first, it was merely a small cave belonging to an expert from ten thousand years ago. But over the centuries, due to strange spatial distortions and accumulation of powerful energies, it has transformed into a secret domain." + +She continued, her fingers drumming lightly on the desk. "For the past month, the masters of the Seven Overlord Forces have been working tirelessly to stabilize its fluctuating spatial walls. And in precisely one week, it will be completely stabilized and open for exploration." + +"You want me to enter there?" Max asked, his voice low and thoughtful, even as a glimmer of resolve already simmered in his eyes. + +As he stood facing Princess Lyra in that vast, palace-like room, pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place in his mind; he realized why neither the Thunder Monarch Hall nor the Void Soul Tower had come knocking on the gates of the Great Ruler Empire this past month. + +They were likely just as embroiled in preparations to stabilize the secret domain, diverting their resources and attention toward the monumental task rather than launching vendettas. + +"Hm." Princess Lyra inclined her head in a slow nod, her dark hair shimmering beneath the lamplight. "We believe the spatial fabric of the secret domain cannot endure the presence of anyone at the Ruler Rank or higher. It simply can’t hold that level of power without collapsing. So only Legend Rank experts and those below will be permitted entry. In fact, most of the participants who’ll step inside will be geniuses who’ve already reached the Legend Rank." + +She paused, eyes searching his face, her expression as serious as carved stone. "So I want to ask you directly: are you willing to enter, Max? There will undoubtedly be countless opportunities for you to advance your strength in the secret domain... but there will also be dangers." + +Max’s gaze dropped for a fleeting second, the glint in his pinkish-red eyes deepening with a swirl of complex thoughts. Part of him mused wryly that if Lyra knew the whole truth—that he’d killed June, a Heaven Grade genius at the 5th level of Legend Rank—she might not be so eager to propose his participation. + +If she knew he could already contend with and even eliminate powerhouses of such stature, she might realize he was destined to stand among the very monsters she spoke of. + +And yet, despite the dark weight of secrets he carried, Max understood what this opportunity represented. He was already certain that his name would be listed among the Great Ruler Empire’s chosen geniuses entering the domain. + +Lyra’s voice broke into his reverie, sharp and edged with caution. "Think carefully, Max. Inside that secret domain, you’ll be dealing exclusively with Legend Rank geniuses. When treasures are scattered everywhere, greed will spark conflict, and alliances can shatter in an instant. You might lose your life in there." + +Max tilted his head, white hair falling slightly into his eyes as he gave a small, dismissive shake of his head. "There’s no need to warn me, Princess. I know exactly what kind of place a secret domain is. I understand I’ll have to face Legend Rank experts... but that doesn’t mean I’m going to back down." + +"So you’ve decided to enter?" Lyra pressed, her eyes narrowing as though seeking any hint of uncertainty. + +Max met her gaze squarely, the corners of his mouth curling into the faintest of smiles, both calm and chilling. "I will enter." + +Lyra allowed herself a brief, genuine smile of approval, though the worry didn’t quite vanish from her eyes. "Good. Then prepare yourself thoroughly. We depart in one week. I’ll notify you the moment everything is finalized." + +Max inclined his head, offering her a respectful nod, and without another word, turned and left. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-806.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-806.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12cd268 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-806.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 800: Gathering of Elders and Geniuses" +slug: "ch-806" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 806 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1084 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A week was indeed a fleeting moment, vanishing as quickly as a breath, and so it passed, leaving the towering spires and radiant banners of the Great Ruler Empire gleaming under a pale sun. + +In the heart of Ruler City, the Grand Assembly Hall stood vast and solemn. At this moment, a rare gathering filled that hall—a gathering that even the average citizens of the Great Ruler Empire would speak of in hushed reverence for days to come. + +Inside stood not only the five elders of the Empire but also two protectors whose very names struck awe, and at the highest place upon a dais, the leader of the Great Ruler Empire himself, Emperor Hermes, robed in magnificent robes of black and crimson. His eyes swept the chamber with a quiet authority that could make even Legend Rank experts lower their gazes. + +Standing closest to him was Elder Drew, the First Elder of the Empire, an elderly man with an unhurried bearing and white hair flowing down his back like silk, his aura calm yet unfathomably deep. + +Beside him stood Elder Cedric, the Second Elder, a sharp-eyed man whose mere glance seemed to cut through lies like a blade through cloth. + +Elder Maelis, the Third Elder, was a slightly stooped old woman in sky-blue robes, known for her vast knowledge of formations and spatial arts. + +Elder Thorne, the Fourth Elder, exuded heat even without unleashing his flames, his skin dark as bronze and eyes blazing with an inner fire. Lastly, Elder Ben, the Fifth Elder, was a slender man whose presence seemed ephemeral, like mist. + +The two protectors, stalwart warriors of the Great Ruler Empire, stood behind the elders like silent guardians. Protector Garlan was a towering man clad in black scale armor, his arms crossed and muscles coiling beneath his skin like resting serpents; his mastery of body arts and raw physical power was famed throughout the Middle Domain. + +Next to him was Protector Seraphine, a woman with silver hair and cold violet eyes, cloaked in flowing black robes; she was an expert in assassination and shadow arts, and many believed that if Seraphine targeted you, you were already dead. + +At the front of the assembled crowd stood five young figures radiating formidable power—five of the Great Ruler Empire’s brightest stars, all 3-star geniuses whose reputations were already spreading through the Middle Domain. + +The first was Alaric Stormrider, a dignified young man with obsidian hair tied in a jade ring, whose sword aura was so dense it seemed to ripple the air around him. He stood at the 7th level of the Legend Rank. + +Beside him was Seraphina Emberfall, a woman in brilliant red robes embroidered with phoenix patterns, flames flickering faintly around her delicate fingers; she, too, was at the 6th level of the Legend Rank. + +Another was Kael Drakemantle, a tall youth with a silver dragon tattoo winding around his neck, his aura crackling with draconic might, standing firmly at the 5th level of the Legend Rank. + +Beside him stood Elara Frostveil, a serene young woman in flowing white robes, whose aura carried a chilling stillness—her mastery of the ice concept was said to be unmatched, and she was also at the 6th level of the Legend Rank. + +Lastly, there was Lucan Goldwind, a slender young man with flowing golden hair, whose smile seemed carefree but whose eyes burned with sharp cunning; he was a rare dual-path cultivator standing at the 7th level of the Legend Rank. + +Beside them, there were also fifteen other 3-star geniuses from the Middle Domain were entering. + +A low hum of discussion filled the hall as they gathered for this momentous occasion. + +These five while weren’t the strongest 3-star geniuses, they were the ones with the most potential aside from the peak Legend Rank 3-star geniuses. + +"I trust you have all heard the final verdict," Elder Drew spoke, his voice resonant yet gentle. "The secret domain will stabilize within two days. We must finalize the list of those who will enter." + +"Alaric, Seraphina, Kael, Elara, Lucan..." Elder Cedric recited the names gravely, his eyes glinting. "You five are our foremost and beside you lot there will be other 3-star geniuses. The Great Ruler Empire’s honor rests upon your shoulders. But remember—this is not merely a trial. This is a battlefield. Do not assume even other forces of the Middle Domain are your allies once inside." + +"Indeed," Elder Maelis interjected, her frail voice quivering with hidden strength. "The spatial fluctuations in the domain are unpredictable. You may be separated, trapped, or worse. Treasures are one thing—but your lives are far more precious." + +Protector Seraphine spoke next, her tone as sharp as a blade. "We have intelligence that several Heaven Grade geniuses from the Seven Overlord Forces and the Four God Nation are confirmed to enter. They will not hesitate to kill you for an advantage. Assume that every person you see in that place might be your enemy." + +Protector Garlan cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing like distant thunder. "If you get into trouble, fight. Do not cower. Show them that the Great Ruler Empire is not fodder for anyone’s ambitions." + +Emperor Hermes, the leader of the Great Ruler Empire, finally raised his hand, silencing the hall. His voice carried an ancient, weighty resonance. "This secret domain may shape the balance of power for decades to come. We must seize every advantage. Yet I will say this to each of you: live. If you must abandon treasures to save your lives, do so. I would rather see you return empty-handed than never see you return at all." + +Alaric Stormrider bowed respectfully. "Leader, Elders, Protectors. We will not fail you." + +Seraphina and the others nodded. + +Elder Lucien, silent until now, opened his eyes, dark pools of unfathomable depth. "Remember: in that domain, the only law is strength. May yours be enough." + +The five geniuses exchanged glances, a mixture of grim resolve and eager anticipation in their eyes. + +"Elders let’s depart early." Seraphina suggested seeing everyone present in the hall. + +The five elders smiled wryly hearing her and turned to look at the Emperor Hermes. + +"We are waiting for one more participant who will enter the secret domain with you lot." Emperor Hermes said. + +Hearing him, everyone became silent and waited for the last individual’s arrival, with some geniuses thinking, Who could be that person who could make the entire Great Ruler Empire, including the elders and even the Emperor, wait?. + +They became highly curious about the last individual. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-807.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-807.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4443455 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-807.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 801: Dissatisfaction" +slug: "ch-807" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 807 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1054 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A moment later, Max strode into the grand hall alongside Princess Lyra. His sharp pinkish-red eyes swept the chamber, taking in the rows of elders with their flowing robes and dignified auras, the towering protectors standing like statues of iron, and the five gathered geniuses whose power pulsed through the air like a living thing. + +’So many elders and geniuses gathered here.’ He hadn’t anticipated the sheer magnitude of the assembly that awaited him here, nor the solemn tension hanging over the hall. + +Meanwhile, as the echo of his footsteps fell into the hush, every gaze in the hall turned toward Max, some sharp with curiosity, others tinged with silent judgment. + +To all present, Princess Lyra was a figure of immense renown—the second princess of the Great Ruler Empire, as brilliant in strategy as she was formidable in strength. There wasn’t a single person in the Empire who didn’t know her name. + +But while Lyra’s presence commanded respect, it was the unfamiliar young man walking a step behind her that now gripped everyone’s attention, stirring a wave of whispers that rustled through the air like wind across parchment.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +It was Seraphina Emberfall who finally broke the silence, folding her arms as her eyes narrowed with open curiosity. "Princess Lyra, who is this person beside you?" she asked, her tone casual yet edged with genuine interest. She was one of the geniuses under Lyra’s faction, and her familiarity allowed her to speak with a boldness others would not dare. + +Lyra smiled faintly, as though she had expected this question all along. "He? He is Max Morgan. He will also enter the secret domain with you all." Her voice was calm, as if she were merely mentioning the time of day rather than dropping a stone into a still lake. + +And the ripples of that stone spread instantly. Every person in the hall seemed to stiffen in astonishment, their eyes darting from Lyra to Max and back again. Even the usually composed faces of the elders shifted in quiet surprise. The five geniuses, Alaric Stormrider, Seraphina Emberfall, Kael Drakemantle, Elara Frostveil, and Lucan Goldwind, stared at Max with expressions ranging from disbelief to scrutiny. + +Nobody had anticipated that Max, a man whose aura still lingered at the Master Rank would be the final piece of the team they’d all been waiting for. In a world where rank was everything, where Legend Rank geniuses were the minimum expected to step into a deadly secret domain, the idea of a Master Rank genius joining them seemed, at first blush, almost absurd. + +Alaric Stormrider arched a brow. "Princess... are you certain? A Master Rank expert... in a domain crawling with Legend Rank geniuses?" His tone was measured but couldn’t quite conceal his skepticism. + +Kael Drakemantle gave a low hum, arms folded across his chest, scales faintly shimmering along his skin. "Unless he’s hiding something truly monstrous, this seems... reckless." + +Other geniuses also showed dissatisfaction. + +"How could someone in the Master Rank is entering a secret domain where Legend Rank experts like us would be all around him?" + +"Who cares? With his strength he would die the moment he enters the secret domain." + +"I am wondering how did he make Princess Lyra agree to him entering the secret domain." + +"Who is he even? I haven’t heard of someone named Max Morgan like ever in our empire." + +The geniuses gathered in the hall all of them a 3-star geniuses couldn’t help but murmured in suspicion of Max’s identity. + +But Max merely met each gaze without flinching, the corner of his lips lifting into a faint, confident smile. Though he felt the weight of dozens of powerful auras pressing down on him, there was no fear in his eyes—only the calmness. + +Princess Lyra, sensing the growing tension, lifted her hand, her voice sharp and clear. "Enough. I understand your doubts, but I have chosen Max for a reason. You would do well to remember that strength in our world is not always measured purely by rank. I stand by his inclusion." + +The silence that followed was thick as iron. Though the doubts didn’t entirely fade from the gazes of the assembled geniuses and elders, none dared challenge Lyra further—not openly, at least. + +Protector Garlan grunted and cracked his knuckles. "He’d better prove worth the trouble. Otherwise, the secret domain will eat him alive." + +Protector Seraphine simply inclined her head, eyes glinting coldly. "If the Princess vouches for him, he deserves the chance to stand among us." + +Emperor Hermes tilted his head slightly, his eyes glinting with curiosity as he asked, "Is he the one you recommended?" + +Princess Lyra gave a gentle nod, her face calm and confident. "Yes, he’s the one I was telling you about a week ago." Then she turned toward Max, her voice softening as she made the introduction. "Max, this is my father." + +Max’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden mention of the emperor, and he quickly stepped forward, lowering his head in a respectful bow. "Junior greets the Emperor," he said solemnly. + +Emperor Hermes looked him over with a measured gaze and finally gave a small nod, a faint smile touching his lips. "So, you’re Max? Lyra has spoken of you. You’re quite impressive." + +Max lifted his head slightly, trying to hide the slight nervousness in his voice as he responded, "It’s an honor to be praised by the Emperor." + +Hermes gave another approving nod, but before anyone could say more, Lyra turned her gaze toward the First Elder and her father and asked, "Shall we depart?" + +But the moment hung in the air for only a second before a voice, sharp and filled with disdain, cut through the silence. "With all due respect, Princess Lyra, this kid isn’t qualified to enter the secret domain." It was Kael Drakemantle, who stood a little apart from the group, his arms crossed and an arrogant expression on his face as he shot Max a contemptuous look. + +His voice carried an edge of scorn as he continued, "If we send someone still at the Master Rank into a secret domain crawling with Legend Rank experts, we’ll be humiliating ourselves in front of the six other great forces. People will mock us and look down on our faction. I strongly suggest we pick someone already at the Legend Rank instead." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-808.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-808.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df333e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-808.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 802: A Challenge" +slug: "ch-808" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 808 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Princess Lyra’s eyes turned sharp and cold as she fixed Kael Drakemantle with a piercing stare and demanded, "Are you questioning my choice?" + +At once, Kael’s face grew slightly pale, and he raised his hands in a hasty gesture of denial. "I wouldn’t dare," he said quickly, but before he could say anything else, Lyra cut him off with icy authority, snapping, "Then you should shut up." + +Kael hesitated for a moment, then let out a frustrated sigh, clearly unwilling to drop the matter as he insisted, "I would keep silent, but someone has to say this, right? He simply isn’t qualified to enter the secret domain. His strength isn’t enough, and I believe everyone here thinks the same as I do. Besides, the number of members each force can send into the secret domain is strictly limited, and I believe we should use those precious spots wisely. Sending someone who’s only at the Master Rank is nothing but a foolish decision." + +As he spoke, Kael’s eyes swept around the grand hall, seeking support from the other gathered geniuses who stood watching the tense exchange with varying degrees of interest and discomfort. + +Seeing Kael continue to argue even after she had told him to be quiet, Princess Lyra’s face darkened, her brows drawing together as anger flickered dangerously in her eyes, while Emperor Hermes merely watched the scene unfold with a faint, amused smile on his lips, clearly curious about how his daughter and Max would handle such an open challenge. + +Meanwhile, Max stood silently, reading the room and noticing how several people seemed uncertain or even discontented that he had been granted a spot in the secret domain, and as he sensed Princess Lyra’s fury ready to explode at any second, he took a steadying breath and swiftly began thinking of a way to resolve the situation before it turned even uglier. + +"I wonder what this senior’s name is?" Max asked, voice casual, as though speaking of weather, and the question cut through the charged silence like a subtle jab. + +"You...you don’t know me?" Kael blinked, taken aback, his expression shifting between surprise and indignation, as though Max had just casually forgotten the sun existed. + +"Should I know the name of every member of the empire?" Max said with a slight shrug, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of challenge, a spark that made a few of the other geniuses raise their eyebrows in interest. + +Kael’s face turned a shade darker, scales on his forearms flickering iridescently as his aura surged, and he crossed his arms with a sneer. "I am Kael Drakemantle." + +"I see." Max nodded, flashing a brief, polite smile that seemed to only deepen the scowl on Kael’s face. "Senior Brother Kael, according to you, I’m not qualified to enter the secret domain... Is that it?" + +Kael nodded sharply, the corners of his lips twisting upward into a contemptuous grin. "Right. You’re too weak for that." + +Max merely chuckled, shaking his head, eyes glinting. "I don’t believe it. What you’re saying is completely going against Princess Lyra. According to her, I am qualified, and to you, I am not. But we all know whose judgment matters here, so there really isn’t a need to talk about my qualifications further." + +Then he turned to Lyra, tilting his head slightly as though inviting her confirmation. "Isn’t that right, Princess Lyra?" + +Princess Lyra’s crimson eyes gleamed with a mix of approval and faint amusement as she nodded. "You are right, Max. Since I have chosen you, there really isn’t a requirement for any more judgments about your qualifications." Her voice was calm yet authoritative, silencing murmurs that had begun to ripple among the assembled figures, and a few of the elders nodded in agreement, though others still wore wary frowns. + +Kael’s face darkened once again, his scaled fingers drumming against his arm in agitation, and he sneered, his eyes flicking around the hall. "I am good with it—but I wonder if other members will also agree with Princess Lyra." His gaze swept meaningfully across the other geniuses, his expression inviting challenge, his tone taunting as if daring the others to stand beside him in opposition. + +At Kael’s words tension gathered like storm clouds as murmurs rippled through the gathered crowd, and just as the buzz of uncertainty grew, a tall young man stepped forward, his robes edged with silver patterns and his eyes sharp as blades, speaking with a respectful yet firm voice, "I respect Princess Lyra very much, but I don’t think sending someone in the Master Rank is a wise decision," his words echoing off the high ceiling and drawing nods from several others. + +Immediately another youth, voice tinged with concern and a trace of disdain, chimed in, "I believe so too. He would only bring humiliation to our Empire." + +And as if the dam had burst, more voices followed in rapid succession, opinions pouring forth like water from a broken jar, "He’s too weak. He shouldn’t enter the Secret Domain." + +One insisted, his face twisted with scorn, while another scoffed, "Yes, in place of him, an actual 3-star genius would do better." + +And yet another added harshly, "Master Rank experts can only be killed once they enter the Secret Domain. They’re too weak for that." + +Amidst the chorus of disapproval, Max stood silent, a faint sigh escaping his lips as his sharp eyes swept across the hall, inwardly thinking, ’I didn’t want to reveal my strength here, but I guess I’ll have to,’ and finally, with a calm yet steely voice, he turned his gaze toward Kael, whose lips curled in a sneer as Max asked evenly, "Senior Brother Kael, according to you, what is the strength needed to qualify to enter the Secret Domain?" + +Kael crossed his arms arrogantly and reply with a scoff, "1st level of Legend Rank is the least requirement." + +Hearing this, Max merely nodded once, his expression as cold as ice as he raised his chin slightly, his voice ringing clear and sharp as a sword stroke as he looked around at the gathered geniuses and declared, "I wonder who among the geniuses who is at the 1st level of Legend Rank is willing to battle with me?" + +His challenge hanging in the air like thunder as silence fell over the hall, the disbelief and curiosity on every face as countless eyes shifted toward him, waiting to see whether the young man so casually dismissed as "too weak" would truly dare stand against a Legend Rank expert. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-809.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-809.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..190022b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-809.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 803: Towards the Misty City" +slug: "ch-809" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 809 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kael’s sneer grew deeper as he flicked his fingers, signaling one of the men standing behind him to step forward, his eyes glinting with disdain. + +The chosen man, his posture exuding arrogance, narrowed his eyes at Max and said with a mocking tilt of his lips, "Your name is Max, right?" Without waiting for a reply, he gave a sharp nod, his voice dripping with contempt as he continued, "I am Raj, and I am willing to battle with you." + +Max glanced at Raj, and a flicker of amusement passed through his eyes when he sensed Raj’s aura, clearly identifying his strength as that of someone who had reached the first level of the Legend Rank. + +A faint smile curved Max’s lips as he looked back at Kael and asked calmly, "If I defeat him, then would I be qualified to enter the secret domain or not?" + +Before Kael could answer, Emperor Hermes, who had been watching the exchange with mild curiosity, spoke up in a clear, authoritative voice, "If you can defeat him, then you are more than enough to enter the secret domain." + +Kael’s face darkened slightly, an irritated crease forming on his brow, because he hadn’t expected the Emperor to involve himself in what he considered a trivial matter; still, he dismissed it inwardly, confident that Max stood no chance against someone of Legend Rank. + +Max gave a respectful nod toward the Emperor and then shifted his gaze back to Raj, his expression brightening with eagerness as he asked, "Shall we battle?" + +Raj let out a disdainful scoff, crossing his arms as he replied with a condescending grin, "I will let you have the first move." + +Max’s eyes flashed sharply with a light of anticipation as he inclined his head slightly, his tone polite yet edged with hidden power as he said, "I thank Senior Brother Raj for giving me this opportunity to attack first." + +And without another word, Max’s hand moved with a sudden swiftness as he drew his blue dragon sword, its blade shimmering faintly with a deep azure glow. In the next instant, a fierce surge of sword intent erupted from his body as he unleashed the intermediate stage, level 2 Severing Sword Concept, his aura slicing through the air like invisible blades. + +Stepping forward with fluid grace, he executed the Severing Flow Sword Art, his sword sweeping out in a brilliant arc, the light around the blade rippling as if the very space itself were being cleaved apart by his strike, the power radiating from him strong enough to make the surrounding disciples involuntarily hold their breath, their eyes widening in shock at the sheer intensity of Max’s sudden assault. + +WHOOSH! + +A sharp gust of wind seemed to split the air as Raj’s eyes widened in disbelief, for he had barely seen a flicker of blue light before his entire body was sent flying across the grand hall, blood spurting from his mouth in a bright crimson arc, leaving droplets suspended for a split second in the still air before they splattered to the ground, and in the next instant— + +Bang! + +His body crashed violently into the far wall of the hall with a loud, echoing thud, his limbs hanging limply as he slid to the floor, utterly unconscious, leaving a long crack on the marble wall behind him. + +For a few heartbeats, utter silence gripped the hall like an invisible hand, as dozens of stunned cultivators stared wide-eyed, barely able to comprehend what had just occurred because one moment Max was simply stepping forward, swinging his sword with almost casual precision, and the next moment Raj, a genius of the Legend Rank, had been blasted clear across the hall like a rag doll. + +Yet even though it all happened in an instant, it wasn’t as though the gathered geniuses hadn’t seen the truth of it, for every person present was at least a 3-star genius with sharp eyes and keen perception, and they had all witnessed how Max’s single, lightning-fast sword strike—imbued with an Intermediate Stage Level 2 Severing Sword Concept—had sliced through Raj’s defense with terrifying ease. + +"Level 2 intermediate stage sword concept." Alaric frowned sensing the sword concept Max used just now. + +"How could this be possible?" Kael was dumbfounded. It never crossed his mind that someone in the Master Rank could defeat a Legend Rank genius in one sword strike. It all seemed to impossible to be true. But the reality was in front of him. + +’Damn where did this guy comprehended a level 2 sword concept to intermediate stage?!’ Kael felt that Max’s mastery of his sword concept and the fact that Raj underestimated him led to his defeat. + +"Level 2 sword concept at intermediate stage... This guy is amazing!" Seraphina muttered in shock. ’As expected from Princess Lyra. The geniuses she chose are always a step above others.’ She thought inwardly. + +Princess Lyra’s eyes glittered with a strange mix of shock and admiration as she murmured softly to herself, her voice tinged with wonder, "Intermediate Stage Level 2 Sword Concept..." while inwardly she thought, ’This guy is progressing very fast.’ + +Meanwhile, Max, his blue dragon sword now lowered to his side, turned his gaze toward Kael, his expression as innocent as a child’s, and asked with deliberate politeness, "Senior Brother Kael, I wonder if I am qualified enough or not?" + +Kael’s lips twitched as his face twisted into an expression as if he had just swallowed a live fly, but after a brief, awkward pause, he forced a smile and nodded stiffly, saying in a voice that tried to sound generous, "Junior Brother Max is a genius among geniuses. Of course, you are qualified to enter the secret domain." + +Inside, Max laughed quietly at Kael’s forced words, and without lingering any longer, he turned toward Princess Lyra and said with a cheerful tone, "Let’s go then." + +Princess Lyra gave a slight nod and then turned her delicate face toward her father, Emperor Hermes, who, watching the scene with a satisfied smile, lifted his hand and declared in a deep, commanding voice, "Alright, let’s depart for Misty City." + +Without further delay, Emperor Hermes took out a gleaming void shuttle from his storage ring, the sleek vessel shimmering with faint runes along its surface, and one by one, everyone filed inside the spacious craft, until finally, with a low hum, the void shuttle lifted off the ground and shot into the sky like a streak of silver light, vanishing into the endless blue as they all sped toward their next destination. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-81.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-81.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ed4059 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-81.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 81: Max vs Killian - 2" +slug: "ch-81" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 81 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1311 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Killian’s expression turned ugly as he heard Max. "As you wish then," he said, disappearing from his position. + +A trail of blue lightning followed him as he appeared in front of Max, his sword hacking down at him. Discover more stories at empire + +’Time for the real fun to start,’ Max mused as he used his Three Dimensional Body to intercept the sword’s path and activated the power of 6 Draconic Essences. + +His body became a reservoir of raw power as his hand was coated in red flames, his index finger adorned with a speck of Level 1 Sword Aura. + +Bang! + +Max’s finger effortlessly blocked Killian’s sword, causing his expression to turn into one of horror. "Impossible!" he shouted, refusing to believe what he saw. He attacked once again, swinging his sword down at Max. + +Max smiled and once again used his index finger to block the attack. + +"No, no. This is impossible!" Killian muttered, his expression growing wild. He couldn’t believe that his full-strength attack had been so easily blocked by Max, while the latter only used a finger. + +"No, this is just a trick!" Refusing to believe it, Killian attacked Max with a barrage of sword strikes, one after another. But to his despair, all his attacks were skillfully and effortlessly blocked by Max’s index finger, bringing him to the edge of despair. + +"No, this must be an illusion! Yeah, I’m in some sort of illusion," Killian muttered, looking at Max as he unleashed another barrage of sword attacks. + +One attack. Two attacks. Three attacks... Fifty attacks... A hundred attacks. No matter how many times Killian swung, no matter how much energy he poured into each strike, Max’s finger remained as unmoving as a mountain. + +Every blow was deflected effortlessly, as though the world itself had decided to deny Killian the victory he had once believed was inevitable. + +The force behind his attacks grew weaker with each swing, his body trembling under the strain of his own desperation. The lightning that had once crackled around him with such intensity now flickered weakly, barely a spark, as he continued his assault. + +The crowd stood frozen, their eyes glued to the screens, disbelief clouding their minds. It was as if time itself had slowed, each moment stretching on endlessly as they tried to comprehend what they were witnessing. + +Killian had unleashed his strongest form with a very powerful skill, and yet, despite all of that, he couldn’t land a single strike on Max. Every attack, every ounce of his power, was effortlessly blocked by a single finger from his opponent. + +The scene sent a chill down the spines of everyone watching. Killian, who had once been hailed as a prodigy, someone capable of crushing opponents with ease, was now reduced to nothing. + +His once unshakable confidence had been shattered, replaced by desperation and then despair. The arrogance of his earlier words now seemed like a distant memory, drowned out by the realization of his utter defeat. + +"How is this possible?" + +"He’s just… blocking everything with a finger? Is this some kind of illusion?" + +"No one can do that, can they?" + +"How is Max so strong?" + +Whispers spread through the crowd, voices filled with disbelief. Whatever was happening on the screen seemed like a dream to them. + +--- + +"No, I won’t give up. There has to be some way. No one can be this strong," Killian shook his head as he came to his senses, starting to attack once again, this time with even more power. + +However, after seeing that all his attacks were blocked by Max, he took a step back and retreated. + +"No one can be this stupidly stronger, especially not you, who is at level 6," Killian said, his voice shaking. "So, there has to be some trick here." + +Max smiled coldly at him. "Why don’t you try to find the trick, then?" + +Killian gritted his teeth and said, "I will." With those words, he slapped the ground with both his hands, transferring all his lightning into the earth. A moment later, a blue lightning eagle, formed entirely from blue lightning, surged out of the ground and flew toward Max. + +The lightning, about the size of Max and Killian, surged at Max with blinding speed. + +Max smiled as he saw the lightning eagle and channeled the power of 6 Draconic Essences through his fist. + +Just as the lightning eagle neared him, Max punched down with all his strength. + +CHIL-LA! + +Bang! + +The lightning eagle stood no chance as it exploded upon coming into contact with Max’s fist, sending tendrils of lightning in all directions. + +"No! How could this be?" Killian’s expression turned blank as he saw that even his strongest attack couldn’t do anything to Max. + +Max smiled indifferently and asked, "Anything else you have, then use it. Otherwise, when I start, you won’t get the time to attack me." + +Killian turned to Max, his expression slowly changing from blank to ferocious. "It’s your good luck that we are fighting in the Battle Realm." + +"Oh?" Max was surprised that Killian would still spout bold words at this moment. + +But then he saw something, causing his eyes to narrow. + +Killian brought both his hands forward, and as he did, wind began to rage all around him. With the wind came lightning, but the lightning was in the air, just in front of his hands, not on his body. + +It was as though Killian was casting lightning in the air, but it was much more complex than that. With the winds raging all around him and the lightning in front of his hands, Max could tell this wasn’t a simple attack. + +’What is he doing? The energy of that attack is off the charts,’ Max mused, becoming curious about what Killian was trying to pull off. + +--- + +In the halls near the cube, the members of the Blade Family trembled when they saw the scene, but unlike before, they seemed more excited than nervous for Killian. + +"Is that what I think it is?" Nash turned to Allen and Elena, his face full of intrigue. + +Allen glanced at him indifferently and said, "It’s our Blade Family’s technique, Hundred Killing Blade." + +Nash’s eyes widened with shock as he smiled. "The last I heard, you need at least the mana reservoir of an Apprentice Rank hunter to pull off a technique, especially one as strong as your family’s." + +Allen’s gaze remained fixed on Killian as he spoke with calm certainty. "He’s been pushed to his limits. He’s faced the harsh truth that he is nothing compared to a level 6, someone four levels beneath him. He’s seen his strongest form rendered useless, every ounce of his pride stripped away. He’s been shown what a true genius looks like." + +He paused. "But here’s the thing about moments like these—they either break you or forge you. It’s in these moments that the weak falter and the strong rise. More often than not, those who endure something like this find the spark to break past their limits. And only those who manage to do that… are ever truly considered geniuses." + +Nash chuckled, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned slightly forward. "You’re correct as always, Allen, but let me ask you this—what happens if even that last glimmer of hope turns to ash? What happens when he realizes his ultimate attack isn’t nearly as strong as he thought it was? What happens when that attack fails to do anything against Max?" + +His tone was sharp, carrying a mix of intrigue and mockery, as though savoring the unfolding drama. + +Allen turned his calm gaze toward Nash. "If he manages to successfully unleash the Hundred Killing Blade, it’s unlikely to fail. But if it does… then it’s up to him. No one can reverse what’s about to unfold. What happens next will be his burden to bear." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-810.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-810.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9781b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-810.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 804: Gathering of the Seven Overlord Forces - 1" +slug: "ch-810" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 810 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1026 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the very deepest part of Misty City, nestled in a secluded area shrouded by swirling white mists and ancient towering trees, there stood a small hill around which a massive purple-colored portal spun and churned like a vortex of liquid light, its surface shimmering with countless rippling patterns that gave off an otherworldly glow. + +While powerful waves of pressure radiated outward from the portal’s core, causing the nearby trees and the thick forest to sway and tremble wildly, their branches whipping back and forth as though caught in a violent storm, leaves swirling through the air like a flurry of green and gold. + +Suspended high in the sky around the hill and the portal, thousands upon thousands of figures hovered in disciplined formations, filling the air with a tense and expectant atmosphere, their flowing robes and battle armor glinting beneath the pale sunlight filtering through the mist; each of these figures was a warrior or an expert hailing from various powerful guilds, clans, and forces scattered throughout the Middle Domain, their sharp eyes fixed intently on the swirling gateway that represented the entrance to the long-awaited secret domain. + +Just as the buzzing murmur of the crowd continued, a gleaming void shuttle—its surface etched with faintly glowing runes and carrying the crest of the Great Ruler Empire—came streaking through the sky before it gradually slowed and came to a graceful halt in midair right in front of the purple portal, and the figures within began to emerge, stepping out into the open air one after another. + +Max’s eyes widened in genuine astonishment as he looked around, completely stunned to see so many people gathered in one place, his voice unconsciously rising as he exclaimed, "So many people?!" + +Seraphina, standing beside him and wearing a gentle smile, leaned closer to him in a way that reminded him of an affectionate older sister as she explained patiently, "Little Brother Max, whenever a secret domain is discovered in the Middle Domain, people from all over the thousand regions come flocking to it because no one wants to miss the chance to enter a place that could change their destiny overnight; sometimes a single lucky opportunity in a secret domain is enough to transform an ordinary people into a peerless expert, so naturally everyone wants a share of the treasures and fortunes inside." + +Hearing her words, Max nodded thoughtfully and then glanced sideways at her, his tone turning a little awkward as he asked politely, "Oh. You are Miss...?" + +Seraphina let out a delicate, tinkling laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she teased him gently, "Miss? Why so formal all of a sudden? I’m also someone recruited by Princess Lyra, so from now on, you’ll have to call me Big Sis Sera." + +Max scratched his head with a wry, embarrassed smile and nodded, saying obediently, "I understand, Big Sis Sera." + +Just then, a hearty and booming laugh echoed through the sky, drawing everyone’s attention, and a middle-aged man with thick red hair, dressed in ornate red robes embroidered with golden patterns, came floating forward with an imposing presence, his eyes alight with friendly warmth as he called out, "Hahaha, if it isn’t my old friend Hermes!" + +Emperor Hermes, standing tall and exuding the calm dignity of a ruler, chuckled lightly and replied, "Orion, it seems like the Eternal Sun Guild is the first of the seven overlord forces to arrive here." + +The red-haired man, who was none other than Guild Master Orion, let out another big laugh and replied in a booming voice that carried a note of pride, "You know me... I’m always the first when it comes to these kinds of things." + +As the two leaders continued exchanging lively words and laughter, their easy camaraderie clear for all to see, Max found himself quietly observing them, unable to suppress a small smile as he muttered under his breath, "They’re talking like old friends." + +"Because they are old friends," Princess Lyra’s gentle voice came from beside Max as she drifted closer, the soft folds of her flowing robes brushing lightly in the breeze stirred by the swirling portal, and she paused to look toward her father, Emperor Hermes, and Guild Master Orion, who were still laughing and exchanging lively words as though they were reminiscing about times long past. + +Her eyes reflected a mix of affection and pride as she explained, "My father and Uncle Orion have been friends for centuries. Because of this, our Great Ruler Empire and the Eternal Sun Guild have always shared good relations too." + +Max blinked in surprise, nodding slowly as he absorbed this new information, realizing that he hadn’t known any of it before. His gaze shifted around to take in the sight of Seraphina, Alaric, Kael, and the other top geniuses of the Great Ruler Empire mingling freely with the geniuses of the Eternal Sun Guild, talking and laughing in relaxed tones. + +Sensing the slight concern still lingering on Max’s face, Princess Lyra smiled warmly and said, "You don’t have to worry about any geniuses from the Eternal Sun Guild. They won’t do anything to the members of the Great Ruler Empire. In fact, our two forces have formed alliances on many occasions, both in times of perils and in exploration of secret realms." + +Max exhaled lightly and gave her a thoughtful nod, murmuring, "I see," as understanding dawned in his eyes. + +Just then, the peaceful atmosphere was broken by the sudden arrival of another large void shuttle descending from the skies in a blaze of bright, silvery light, its hull glowing with powerful inscriptions as it hovered to a stop in front of the churning purple sphere. + +The shuttle’s doors slid open with a deep hum, and from within emerged a group of experts whose very presence seemed to slice through the air, for around them radiated an intense, razor-sharp sword aura that made even the swirling mists retreat as if cut by invisible blades.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Someone among the gathered crowd called out loudly, "People from the Absolute Sword Palace are here!" and all eyes turned toward the newcomers, whose robes bore the insignia of crossed swords blazing like silver lightning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-811.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-811.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c65480e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-811.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 805: Gathering of the Seven Overlord Forces - 2" +slug: "ch-811" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 811 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max narrowed his eyes, feeling a deep chill crawl up his spine as he studied the new arrivals, because even at a distance, he could sense powerful, threatening sword intent flowing from several of the Absolute Sword Palace geniuses like invisible currents of killing intent that seemed ready to cut down anything in their path. + +With a frown creasing his forehead, Max muttered quietly, "They all are too strong," unable to ignore the oppressive force of the sword concepts emanating from them, so intense that it felt as though countless blades were pressing against his skin from miles away. + +Princess Lyra’s expression grew solemn as she nodded in agreement, her tone steady but edged with caution as she said, "Of course they are strong. They’re from the Absolute Sword Palace, after all." + +She took a small step closer to Max, lowering her voice as she continued in earnest, "Max, there’s something you must know. In recent times, the relations between the Absolute Sword Palace and the Great Ruler Empire haven’t been outstanding. There have been many conflicts and disputes over territory, resources, and secret domains over the years. So if you encounter any strong geniuses from the Absolute Sword Palace, you must be careful and avoid provoking them unnecessarily." + +Her eyes grew sharper as she added with quiet urgency, "Especially three particular members from the Absolute Sword Palace—you must not confront them in the secret domain under any circumstances. They are Sword Maniac, Crazy Sword, and Young Sword." + +She subtly pointed them out one by one to Max as they stood among the group of new arrivals, each exuding a terrifying presence, their sword auras so fierce that the very air around them shimmered and rippled. + +"What cringe names they have..." Max couldn’t help but laugh lightly as he heard the names Princess Lyra had just spoken—Sword Maniac, Crazy Sword, and Young Sword—shaking his head slightly with amusement while at the same time fixing each of their faces firmly into his memory. + +His sharp eyes flickering between the trio standing among the Absolute Sword Palace experts whose sword auras still pulsed like invisible blades in the air around them; and as he continued scanning the crowd, his gaze caught sight of two familiar figures, Gayle and Rose, mingling quietly amidst the other Absolute Sword Palace disciples, and a flicker of genuine joy sparked across his features as he thought with quiet satisfaction. + +’They entered Legend Rank. Great!’ Feeling sincerely happy for their progress even amidst the gathering tension in the sky.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Princess Lyra let a small smile touch her lips at Max’s reaction, but almost instantly, the smile faded and her expression turned serious again, her voice carrying a note of solemnity as she explained, "They’ve earned those titles from the people of the Middle Domain. They’ve already become famous enough to be recognized by those names alone, and in the young generation, only a handful of experts have gained such popularity or notoriety—it means they’re not just strong, but that they’ve accomplished feats significant enough for people to remember them." + +She paused a moment, her eyes searching Max’s face as though making sure he truly understood, before continuing firmly, "Young Sword may still be at the second level of Legend Rank, which isn’t too high compared to the others, but Sword Maniac and Crazy Sword have already reached the sixth and seventh levels of Legend Rank respectively, so you must be extremely careful if you encounter them inside the secret domain because their strength and sword intent are both terrifyingly refined." + +Max let out a small sigh as he listened, and though he nodded and replied politely, "I understand, Princess." + +Inwardly he knew himself too well to make any absolute promises of caution, for despite his outward calm, there was a glint of cold determination in his eyes as he thought silently that if anyone tried to kill him inside the secret domain, he would not hesitate to strike back, regardless of whether his opponent was some so-called genius, the son of a ruler, or even the son of a god, because that was simply who he was—a person who refused to back down when his life was threatened. + +Meanwhile, the tension continued to grow as the members of the Absolute Sword Palace settled into positions hovering in the air right beside those of the Great Ruler Empire and the Eternal Sun Guild, their lines drawn so precisely that invisible boundaries seemed to separate each faction, and Max’s attention was momentarily drawn to the sight of Palace Master Magnus, the stern-faced leader of the Absolute Sword Palace, standing in quiet conversation with both Guild Master Orion and Emperor Hermes. + +Though their expressions appeared calm and courteous, and though their gestures were small and measured, Max somehow sensed an undercurrent of subtle power in their interaction, but frustratingly, he was too far away to hear what was being said. + +Just as the murmurs and shifting movements of the crowd began to settle, a loud voice suddenly rang out from among the gathered experts, shouting, "People from the Thunder Monarch Hall and Mountain Gods Valley are here!" causing countless heads to turn sharply as two more enormous void shuttles came descending from the skies with a brilliant flash of glowing runes, each vessel gliding smoothly to a stop in the air beside the other forces already present. + +From the first shuttle emerged experts crackling with a fierce, electric energy that made the very air sizzle and shimmer around them—the unmistakable members of the Thunder Monarch Hall—while from the second shuttle came figures wearing long, flowing robes adorned with earthy browns and greens, exuding an aura of quiet strength and solid, mountain-like presence that marked them as disciples of the Mountain Gods Valley. + +Max watched the two groups disembark and gather side by side, and with a thoughtful frown, he muttered quietly under his breath, "These two forces are always together, it seems," noticing how naturally and closely the disciples of Thunder Monarch Hall and Mountain Gods Valley stood beside one another, their leaders already greeting one another with nods of respect, further confirming the longstanding alliance between those two powerful factions. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-812.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-812.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..78ac1c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-812.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 806: Gathering of the Seven Overlord Forces - 3" +slug: "ch-812" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 812 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1338 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Indeed. The bond between those two forces is so strong that sometimes the other five overlord forces simply refer to them as one," Princess Lyra said in a low, serious voice, her eyes watching the newly arrived experts with an expression that seemed caught somewhere between caution and resignation, and as she spoke, the cold wind stirred the silvery strands of hair that framed her delicate face. + +She paused briefly, her gaze lingering on the swirling purple portal ahead, before adding in an even quieter tone, "And what’s worse is that both Thunder Monarch Hall and Mountain Gods Valley have never held good relations with our Great Ruler Empire. In fact, it’s often said that our Great Ruler Empire and Thunder Monarch Hall are arch-rivals who’ve clashed countless times over territory, resources, and prestige." + +Max didn’t reply right away, his sharp eyes scanning over the new arrivals, and almost immediately his gaze locked onto two particular figures stepping forward amid the groups from the Thunder Monarch Hall and Mountain Gods Valley, his eyes narrowing slightly as recognition flared in them because he’d already anticipated this outcome, and inwardly he thought, ’Josh from the Thunder Monarch Hall and Scott from the Mountain Gods Valley are here with them.’ + +Knowing full well that trouble would follow their presence like a shadow. And just as Max expected, the moment Josh from the Thunder Monarch Hall caught sight of him among the ranks of the Great Ruler Empire, Josh leaned closer to an elder beside him and whispered a few quiet but intense words, his expression darkening like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. + +Sensing the shift, Max let out a quiet, wry laugh under his breath and turned slightly toward Princess Lyra, murmuring with a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "Princess Lyra, it seems trouble is coming for the Great Ruler Empire." + +Princess Lyra turned to him with a look of puzzled concern, beginning to ask, "What do you—" but she didn’t get the chance to finish her question because right at that moment, a thunderous shout split the air like a peal of lightning cracking across the heavens, echoing so loudly that the sound seemed to shake the swirling mist around the purple portal, and the voice, deep and raging, roared out, "Who is Max from the Great Ruler Empire? Come out!" + +Instantly, the entire gathering—thousands of experts hovering in the air around the purple portal—fell into an uneasy silence as countless pairs of eyes snapped toward the source of the voice, and confused murmurs began to ripple through the crowd because many of the onlookers had no idea who "Max" was or what he could possibly have done to provoke the fury of an elder from the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +Within the ranks of the Great Ruler Empire, a wave of tension rolled through as elders, top geniuses, and even Emperor Hermes himself turned their gazes upon Max with mixed expressions of surprise and puzzlement, some brows furrowing in worry while others simply stared in shock. + +Max gave a small shrug, lifting his hands in a gesture of innocence, and said in a calm voice tinged with resignation, "I don’t know what they’re on about." Though a faint flicker in his eyes hinted that he might have an idea of where this was headed. + +Emperor Hermes, his expression turning steely and regal, shifted his sharp gaze from Max to the Thunder Monarch Hall’s leader, Lord Thunder, and then fixed it on the elder who had shouted, his voice carrying an edge of imperial authority as he demanded, "What is this about, Elder Garry?" Though his words were polite on the surface, his tone was anything but friendly, each syllable resonating with cold disdain. + +Elder Garry, a formidable-looking man with hair streaked silver and a fierce glint in his eyes, threw back his head and let out a wild, mirthless laugh that rang with barely contained fury as he roared, "What is it about?!" His eyes blazed with righteous anger as he jabbed a finger in Max’s direction, his voice trembling with wrath as he bellowed, "Max—a member of your Great Ruler Empire—killed Julio, a member of my Thunder Monarch Hall!" + +The accusation crashed through the crowd like a wave, sending fresh ripples of shocked gasps and murmurs echoing through the sky, as countless experts turned back to stare at Max, their eyes now filled with disbelief and intrigue at this sudden revelation, while tension crackled like unseen lightning between the assembled factions, threatening to ignite into open conflict at any moment. + +Everyone fell into a stunned, heavy silence as Elder Garry’s furious accusation echoed across the skies, and in that tense moment, the reason behind the blazing anger of the Thunder Monarch Hall elders suddenly clicked into place in the minds of all those gathered before the swirling purple portal. + +As a ripple of shocked whispers and hushed exclamations spread like wildfire among the vast crowd of experts suspended in the air, their faces alight with disbelief and morbid curiosity. Some voices rose above the low murmurs, sharp and incredulous, as one person exclaimed, "Damn, who is this Max? He actually killed a member of the Thunder Monarch Hall?" + +While another, eyes wide with cautious understanding, leaned closer to his companion and said, "You don’t know the half of it—there’s been constant conflict brewing between the Great Ruler Empire and the Thunder Monarch Hall for years now, and many members from both sides have died in scattered clashes and skirmishes, but I think this time it’s worse, because if I remember right, Julio was the genius who recently advanced from being a 2-star to a 3-star genius in the Thunder Monarch Hall." + +Yet another warrior, his expression a mixture of shock and deep apprehension, added in a trembling voice, "He killed a 3-star genius? No wonder the Thunder Monarch Hall is furious! Don’t you realize what that means? 3-star geniuses in any of the seven overlord forces are incredibly rare, and killing one is practically the same as cutting off a future elder-level powerhouse from that force’s future—it’s a crippling loss that could weaken them for decades." + +Around the purple portal, the crowd buzzed with barely contained energy, experts exchanging glances filled with wonder and suspicion, unable to quite believe that someone had dared go so far as to kill a 3-star genius from one of the mighty overlord forces, and many pairs of eyes shifted toward Max, some filled with fear, others with growing curiosity, as though trying to see what kind of monster he might be to have accomplished such a thing. + +Emperor Hermes, standing tall with his imperial robes billowing faintly in the wind, narrowed his eyes and let out a cold sneer, his voice dripping with disdain as he shot back at Elder Garry, "What nonsense are you talking about?" but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that betrayed the simmering tension beneath his outward calm. + +Elder Garry, however, was far from cowed, his eyes burning with righteous fury as he spat back, "Nonsense? If you don’t believe me, then call out that bastard who killed Julio and have him deny it himself! And don’t try to cover this up—there were plenty of witnesses from other forces there that day, including members of the Absolute Sword Palace, the Mountain Gods Valley, the Eternal Sun Guild, and even the Void Soul Tower, all of whom saw it with their own eyes when he killed Julio!" + +His chest heaved as he drew in a sharp breath, and then as though a dark thought had just occurred to him, his face twisted into a malicious sneer, and his voice dropped a note lower as he added viciously, "What’s more is that the bastard Max didn’t just kill Julio from my Thunder Monarch Hall, who was a newly advanced 3-star genius, but he also killed June Andrews from the Void Soul Tower—a Heaven Grade genius whose talent was unparalleled among their younger generation!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-813.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-813.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..938182b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-813.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 807: Gathering of the Seven Overlord Forces - 4" +slug: "ch-813" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 813 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1138 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Once again, the entire crowd erupted into chaos, but this time their uproar was even fiercer and more electrified than before, as shock and disbelief crackled through the air like lightning arcing between storm clouds. + +And even the members of the other six overlord forces, who until now had maintained cool composure, could not help but grow solemn and tense as they digested Elder Garry’s words, their eyes flickering with deep apprehension and the weight of sudden calculations about what such a revelation might mean for the fragile balance of power in the Middle Domain. + +Voices overlapped one another in a torrent of anxious murmurs and incredulous exclamations, as one expert cried out, "What? He killed a Heaven Grade genius? How can that even be possible? Aren’t Heaven Grade geniuses supposed to be nearly invincible among those in the Legend Rank? How did one of them end up getting killed?" + +While another, his face pale with shock, waved a hand dismissively and retorted, "Forget about that—the real question is who is Max? How could he possibly kill a Heaven Grade genius? To be able to slay someone of that level, he’d have to possess the strength of a Heaven Grade genius himself, but as far as I know, there’s never been anyone named Max listed as a Heaven Grade genius in any of the seven overlord forces or the Four God Nations!" + +A third expert, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in astonishment, added in a dazed voice, "First he killed a 3-star genius, and then a Heaven Grade genius... I’m starting to wonder if this guy has three heads and six arms or something." + +While another, unable to suppress his excitement despite the tension gripping the crowd, blurted out, "Damn! This is huge news! It’s been ages since a Heaven Grade genius fell like this, and now one’s been killed by a member of the Great Ruler Empire—who is this Max? I really want to see his face!" + +All around the swirling purple portal, thousands of experts leaned forward, eyes scanning the Great Ruler Empire’s group as though hoping Max would step out so they could lay eyes upon the young man who, in a matter of moments, had become the center of the entire Middle Domain’s attention and gossip, his name now echoing from countless lips, fueled by curiosity, fear, and the dark thrill of witnessing history in the making. + +Meanwhile, high above the crowd, Guild Master Orion’s eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful shadow crossing his normally genial face as he exchanged a loaded glance with Emperor Hermes, whose own expression had grown flinty and severe, for both of them, as leaders of overlord forces, fully understood the monumental significance of what had just been revealed. + +Because the death of a Heaven Grade genius was not merely the loss of a talented individual but a potential catalyst for devastating war; to truly grasp the value of such a person, one had to understand that Heaven Grade geniuses were the hope and future of their forces, destined to rise as towering figures who could become the pillars of their entire forces. + +If one force dared to kill a Heaven Grade genius belonging to another, that act was often enough to provoke outright war, a bloody and merciless conflict that could tear regions apart. + +And the crowd, sensing this grim reality, fell into an uneasy hush punctuated only by the rising wind and the ominous hum of the still-spinning purple portal, as they all waited, breath held, to see what would happen next—and who exactly this mysterious Max truly was. + +But then, as though suddenly remembering something that shifted the entire weight of the accusations, Emperor Hermes threw his head back and burst out laughing, his voice deep and rolling across the sky like thunder rumbling over distant mountains, drawing every eye toward him once more as he declared loudly, "You truly are talking nonsense!" + +His laughter echoed through the misty expanse, slicing through the heavy tension that had gripped the crowd moments earlier, and for a heartbeat, the charged silence hung as people tried to process his unexpected reaction. + +Almost immediately, a cold, solemn voice cut through the echoes of his laughter as Lord Thunder, the leader of the Thunder Monarch Hall who had remained mostly silent until now, stepped forward, his piercing eyes fixed on Emperor Hermes with a look that could have frozen steel, and demanded with quiet menace, "Hermes, are you saying our words hold no truth?" + +His presence radiated an oppressive force, as though an invisible storm were gathering around his figure. Yet Emperor Hermes met that glare without a single flicker of hesitation, his face hardening into a mask of imperial pride as his eyes glinted with disdain and his voice turned sharp and cold enough to chill the air itself, replying firmly, "It is indeed that your people from the Thunder Monarch Hall are lying. I have long known your force to be shameless, and to falsely blame the killing of a Heaven Grade genius on a member of my empire is nothing but a deliberate provocation against the Great Ruler Empire, an attempt to stir up discord and tarnish our name." + +His words fell like a hammer blow, reverberating through the tense silence and sending ripples of shock and fury through the experts of the Thunder Monarch Hall, whose faces flushed red with rage and whose hands clenched tightly at their sides, veins bulging across fists as spiritual energy began to hum faintly around their bodies in barely restrained wrath. + +Several of the younger geniuses seemed ready to explode into shouts of protest, their eyes blazing with indignant fury. Yet before any of them could open their mouths to voice their anger, another voice suddenly cut through the thick air—a loud, clear shout that rose above the mounting uproar, as though a bell had been struck in the heart of the mist, calling out, "People from the Void Soul Tower and Bright Buddha Palace have come!" + +Instantly, thousands of gazes swiveled away from the brewing confrontation, shifting toward the sky as new shapes began descending from the heavens, and the very atmosphere seemed to shift as two massive void shuttles, each carved with gleaming sigils and glowing faintly like celestial lanterns, lowered gracefully from the clouds, one exuding an eerie, ethereal aura that made the air ripple with ghostly energy—the unmistakable mark of the Void Soul Tower + +And the other radiating a serene golden light that seemed to bathe the surrounding mist in a peaceful glow, heralding the arrival of the Bright Buddha Palace, and for a fleeting moment, all thoughts of accusation and conflict were paused as the crowd braced for the appearance of two more overlord forces whose presence might either soothe the rising tensions—or shatter them completely. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-814.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-814.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..96966e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-814.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 808: Things getting out of hand" +slug: "ch-814" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 814 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The members of the Void Soul Tower and the Bright Buddha Palace descended from their magnificent void shuttles and came to stand before the swirling purple portal, the two forces emerging like night and day. + +For the experts of the Bright Buddha Palace stepped forth in calm, measured movements, their expressions tranquil and composed as though no turbulence in the mortal world could ever disturb the serene seas of their minds, while an aura of golden radiance shimmered faintly around them, giving them an almost holy presence. + +Whereas, in stark contrast, the members of the Void Soul Tower arrived with sharp, prideful eyes and a haughty bearing, their figures clad in dark, flowing robes marked with eerie silver runes that seemed to pulse with a ghostly glow, and the air around them rippled as if disturbed by unseen spirits, their gazes sweeping over the crowd with a barely concealed arrogance that made other experts instinctively tense up. + +Max, standing amidst the ranks of the Great Ruler Empire, felt his heart sink the moment he saw the familiar crest of the Void Soul Tower emblazoned across the robes of the new arrivals, and his expression darkened considerably as he clenched his jaw, because he knew deep down that the storm he’d been dreading was about to break open for all to see. + +And, as though the universe had decided to confirm his fears in the very next instant, a furious, roaring voice split the air, echoing across the entire expanse in a blast of wrath so powerful it seemed to vibrate the swirling mists themselves, as a woman stepped forward from among the Void Soul Tower ranks, her eyes bloodshot and her face twisted in grief and murderous rage, screaming, "Hermes, where is that bastard Max? How dare he kill my June?! I want to skin him alive!" + +It was the Third Elder of the Void Soul Tower whose voice thundered forth, her aura exploding outward in a stormy wave of dark light, causing some of the nearer experts to stagger back from the pressure, while gasps and murmurs rippled through the masses as the gravity of the accusation sank in once again. + +Emperor Hermes’ face grew truly dark at that moment, his normally regal features tightening into hard, unforgiving lines, his eyes burning with barely restrained fury, though he said nothing for a long, taut second as the weight of political consequence hung heavy in the air. + +Tower Lord Mathew, the supreme leader of the Void Soul Tower, stepped forward with slow, deliberate steps, his robe flowing around him like shadows given form, and spoke in a voice that was solemn yet edged with icy threat, "Hermes, you should know that my Void Soul Tower is a neutral force most of the time, and we would prefer to remain neutral even now... if only you would hand over the boy Max who killed June Andrews, a Heaven Rank genius of my tower. Otherwise, do not blame me if a war erupts between our two forces." + +His eyes were as cold as frozen void, locking onto Emperor Hermes with a deadly calm that promised destruction. + +Thunder Lord, leader of the Thunder Monarch Hall, seized the moment to pile on, his voice low and sinister, his face twisted with malicious delight as he added, "Humph, that kid Max also killed a 3-star genius of our Thunder Monarch Hall, but Hermes is acting as though we, the people of the Thunder Monarch Hall, are simply fabricating lies against him." + +The crowd, already buzzing with anxious murmurs, fell almost completely silent as Tower Lord Mathew nodded gravely and declared in an authoritative tone, his words carrying a chilling finality, "I heard that too. This kid Max should be punished by death. Killing a Heaven Grade genius is the same as declaring war between great forces, and he did it without the slightest hesitation. I believe his true intention is to sow chaos and conflict within the Middle Domain. He should be killed without mercy." + +His pronouncement fell like a blade through the air, slicing away the last remnants of uncertainty, as countless eyes swung toward Max, many filled with fear, curiosity, or silent pity, while the tense atmosphere thickened to the point that it felt like even a single spark could ignite a devastating war among the gathered overlord forces. + +"You two...!" Emperor Hermes’ voice thundered out, his face contorting into an expression of barely contained fury, the lines of his jaw tightening as if he were grinding his teeth to dust, and the veins stood out on his temples as he glared at both the Thunder Lord and Tower Lord Mathew, his regal aura flaring around him like a blazing inferno that made even the surrounding air ripple with heat. + +Yet even in his fury, he understood the precariousness of the situation, because despite his overwhelming desire to protect every member of his Great Ruler Empire, he also knew that the political reality was cruel—when accusations this severe were leveled, especially involving the death of a Heaven Grade genius, the only way conflicts were usually resolved was by handing over the accused, because refusing to do so would risk plunging their forces into a brutal war that could shatter entire regions. + +And beside him, Guild Master Orion, who normally exuded easy confidence and laughter, stood silent, his brow deeply furrowed as he found himself struggling for words, recognizing that this was one of those rare situations where things was out of his hands at the moment. + +Thunder Lord let out a dark, humorless laugh as he leaned forward slightly, his lips curling into a sneer, and said in a voice dripping with menace, "Hand over Max and everything will be fine—otherwise, you know what comes next... Humph!" + +While beside him, the Third Elder of the Void Soul Tower, still trembling with barely restrained rage, hissed out between clenched teeth, "Yeah, hand him over. Let me skin him alive. Let me break every bone in his body!" + +The words hung in the air like blades, the tension pressing so thick around the purple portal that it felt as though the very mists were holding their breath, and among the ranks of the Great Ruler Empire, worried glances shot toward Max, many of the younger disciples looking torn between fear and loyalty, unsure of what would happen next. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-815.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-815.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d2ba16d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-815.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 809: Max Taking Action" +slug: "ch-815" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 815 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1188 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max, sensing the deadly currents swirling around him, stood silently for a moment, his eyes lowering as he closed them in thought, and deep within his mind, he weighed his options, feeling the crushing burden of knowing he’d placed the Great Ruler Empire in a deeply perilous position where his actions could ignite a war that might cost countless lives. + +But then, exhaling softly, a glint of cold resolve sparked in his eyes as he opened them once more, and in a flash, he moved, stepping forward with swift, decisive strides until he stood beside Emperor Hermes, startling everyone present as gasps rose from the surrounding experts who hadn’t expected him to appear so boldly, and in a clear, steady voice, he said, "I am Max." + +The declaration rang out through the mist like a clarion bell, sharp and impossible to ignore, as silence fell over the crowd, every eye turning toward him with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and apprehension, and Max continued, his tone calm but edged with a quiet defiance, "Seniors from the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Void Soul Tower are saying I killed a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius? Is that it?" + +Emperor Hermes took a step closer to Max, his mouth opening as if to speak, his eyes filled with a mixture of protectiveness and silent warning, but Max lifted his hand in a small, firm gesture, gently waving him off as if to say, Let me handle this. + +In response, the Third Elder of the Void Soul Tower let out a furious shriek, pointing a trembling finger at Max as her eyes seemed to blaze with unquenchable hatred, and she screamed, "You bastard! I remember you! You killed my June—you burned her body into ashes!" + +Max turned his gaze to her with a look of innocent confusion, tilting his head slightly as he replied in an almost gentle voice, "Who are you? I haven’t seen you before." + +The Third Elder let out a strangled gasp, her face turning nearly purple with rage as she shouted, "You haven’t seen me?! Little bastard, you were standing before me laughing when you killed my June. How dare you say you don’t know me!" + +But Max only shook his head slowly, his eyes calm, and said with cool indifference, "Old Lady, I said I don’t know you, so I don’t know you. Simple as that." + +"You—!" the Third Elder screamed, trembling violently, and for a moment it seemed as though she was about to launch herself at Max in a murderous frenzy, energy gathering around her in dangerous, swirling eddies, but Tower Lord Mathew lifted his arm and blocked her path with an iron grip, his face set in a cold mask as he fixed his steely gaze upon Max and spoke in a voice as sharp as a blade drawn halfway from its scabbard, "Are you going to surrender yourself, or do you want me to take action?" + +His tone carried the unmistakable weight of deadly threat, sending a chill rippling through the crowd as everyone waited, breathless, to see how Max would answer—and whether the skies above Misty City were about to explode into the flames of war. + +Max sneered inwardly as he listened to Tower Lord Mathew’s cold, threatening words, his mind calculating rapidly, yet on the surface, his face remained flawlessly innocent, his eyes wide and almost guileless as he tilted his head slightly and spoke in a calm, unruffled voice that carried surprisingly well across the silent expanse, "I’ve been hearing this accusation for a while now. First, an elder from the Thunder Monarch Hall said I killed a 3-star genius, and now someone from the Void Soul Tower is claiming I killed a Heaven Grade genius... So, I just want to ask—could there possibly be some misunderstanding here? Is it not possible that you all have mistaken me for someone else?" + +His polite tone, coupled with the gentle confusion etched into his features, was so disarming that a flicker of doubt rippled through some of the experts gathered around the swirling purple portal. + +But the Third Elder of the Void Soul Tower, her face contorted with grief and blazing fury, practically shrieked as she stabbed a shaking finger in Max’s direction, roaring, "Little bastard! How dare you talk about misunderstandings?! I saw it with my own eyes—you killing June, my beloved student. You burned her body into ashes with black flames. Don’t you dare act innocent!" + +Max turned his gaze toward her with a frown creasing his brow, his expression filled with apparent patience as he sighed softly and said, "Like I said before, this is a misunderstanding. I’ve never seen you before, and I have no idea what you’re talking about." + +Tower Lord Mathew, his cold composure beginning to fracture under the weight of Max’s steady refusal to admit guilt, took a sharp step forward, spiritual pressure surging around him like an invisible tide as he snapped, "Quit the acting, otherwise I’ll kill you right here and now!" + +Yet Max lifted his chin and met his deadly glare without flinching, his eyes suddenly sharpening with a glint of cold steel as he replied, his voice carrying a quiet but unmistakable edge, "If you want to kill me, then you’ll have to do it by overcoming my strength, because I will not simply roll over and die. But before you try, I have only one question—do you have any proof? Proof that I killed a 3-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall and a Heaven Grade genius of the Void Soul Tower? If you can produce such proof, then I have nothing more to say. I will accept whatever punishment the two forces are willing to give me." + +For an instant, silence reigned as the crowd processed his bold declaration, and then, like ripples spreading across a pond, murmurs began to rise among the countless experts gathered around the purple portal, voices low and tinged with curiosity and doubt. + +"Yeah, where is the proof that he killed a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius? And this whole situation seems suspicious... It’s not every day that geniuses of that level are killed."𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +Another expert nodded, his brow furrowed in thought, and added, "Indeed, proof is needed. Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower can’t just accuse someone of such a serious crime without evidence that it was indeed Max who killed them." + +A third voice, gentler and almost sympathetic, murmured, "True. Just look at how innocent and young he appears. How could someone like him kill not one but two top-level geniuses? I simply don’t believe it!" + +And so, the whispers grew louder and more frequent, weaving through the crowd like a rising tide, as doubt began to creep into the hearts of those who only moments earlier had looked upon Max as a potential monster, while high above, the leaders of the various overlord forces exchanged subtle glances, each calculating the shifting balance of power and the dangerous possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, this entire accusation might not be as straightforward as it had first seemed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-816.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-816.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db88439 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-816.md @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 810: Different Words" +slug: "ch-816" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 816 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1061 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Damn this kid!" Booth Thunder Lord and Tower Lord Mathew hissed almost simultaneously, their faces darkening with rage as they glared at Max, because they realized all too well that with a few simple, well-spoken words. + +He had managed to completely change the flow of the situation, shifting the burden of proof squarely onto them and planting seeds of doubt in the minds of everyone gathered before the swirling purple portal, undermining the righteous fury they had used to rally support only moments before. + +Their auras surged faintly around them, like barely contained storms, while the Third Elder of the Void Soul Tower, still trembling with grief and wrath, sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes blazing as she shot Max a look of pure venom, then turned sharply to scan the ranks of the various overlord forces gathered in the sky and cried out in a voice that rang with grim authority, "Josh and Scott, from the Thunder Monarch Hall and Mountain Gods Valley; Frank from the Void Soul Tower; Gayle and Rose from the Absolute Sword Palace; and Derek from the Eternal Sun Guild—you all witnessed this matter. Come forward now and tell everyone here what happened that day!" + +At her command, six figures stepped forward through the air, one after the other, until they hovered in a neat line above the crowd, suspended high in the sky where all could see them, and though their expressions varied—from cold determination to subtle hesitation—the eyes of the thousands gathered instantly fixed upon them with rapt attention, for these witnesses were the key to determining whether the accusations against Max were truth or fabrication. + +Max watched each of them as they emerged into clear view, his sharp eyes calmly studying their faces, but his own expression barely changed, remaining cool and unreadable even as the crowd buzzed with new tension, and whispers spread like wildfire through the experts hovering around the portal. + +It was Josh, tall and broad-shouldered, his Thunder Monarch Hall robes fluttering in the breeze, who spoke first, his voice ringing out with absolute certainty as he said, "Elders and leaders of the various forces, it is indeed true that Max killed Julio, a 3-star genius of our Thunder Monarch Hall, and also June, a Heaven Grade genius from the Void Soul Tower. We saw it happen with our own eyes." + +His eyes narrowed slightly as he began to recount the events in vivid detail, describing how Julio had stepped forward to challenge Max, only for Max to cut him down without mercy, and then, with a calmness that sent shivers through the listeners, how Max had turned upon June of the Void Soul Tower, his hands blazing with black flames, and reduced her to ashes in a single devastating strike, leaving nothing behind but scorched stone and the bitter taste of death. + +Scott from the Mountain Gods Valley stepped forward next, his voice grave and eyes shadowed, and he nodded emphatically, adding, "I also saw Max kill Julio and June with my own eyes. There was no mistake—it was him." + +Frank, from the Void Soul Tower, clenched his fists so tightly that the veins bulged across the backs of his hands, his face twisted into a savage snarl as he practically shouted, "Me too. He first killed Julio, and then he killed Senior Sister June. He burned her body into ashes! I swear it on my strength!" + +The crowd gasped at Frank’s vehemence, some of the younger disciples recoiling slightly as though they could almost see the black flames flickering in Max’s hands, yet just as the accusation seemed about to cement itself into the crowd’s belief, Derek from the Eternal Sun Guild finally stepped forward, his robes marked with the crest of a blazing sun, and shook his head slowly, his voice clear and steady as he spoke up, "I don’t know what they’re talking about. I met with Max and the others, yes—but nothing like what they’re saying happened. Max didn’t kill anyone. After we met at the restaurant, there was a friendly duel that got a bit out of hand and led to the destruction of the place, but afterward, everyone went their separate ways. There was no killing—no blood, no black flames, nothing like they’re describing." + +His words fell like a stone into a still pond, sending fresh ripples of shock and confusion through the crowd as the experts exchanged startled glances, for here was a direct contradiction from a member of another overlord force, and the atmosphere crackled anew with tension as the seeds of doubt Max had sown began to sprout more visibly, leaving the entire assembly teetering between belief and disbelief. + +"Derek! What are you saying?!" Scott, Josh, and Frank practically shouted in unison, their voices tight with disbelief, eyes flying open so wide that the whites showed starkly as they stared at Derek like he’d suddenly sprouted a second head, unable to comprehend how he could stand there so calmly contradicting every word they had just spoken, while anger and confusion twisted their faces into masks of raw emotion. + +But before the furious trio could launch into further protests, Rose stepped forward, her long hair fluttering around her determined face as she spoke up, her voice steady and carrying clearly across the hushed crowd, "Derek is correct. Me and my brother were the ones who recruited Max and invited him to the restaurant that day, but he didn’t kill anyone there. In fact, just as Derek said, after the restaurant was destroyed because of the duel getting out of hand, we all went our separate ways. Nothing more happened." + +Her calm, confident statement hung in the air like a striking bell, immediately drawing countless eyes toward her as whispers rippled through the assembly, while beside her, Gayle nodded firmly, his expression equally resolute as he added in a quiet but unwavering voice, "That is exactly what happened. No one was killed, and Max never attacked anyone beyond the sparring we saw." + +Frank’s eyes turned bloodshot as he swung toward them, veins standing out on his neck as his entire body seemed to quiver with rage, his voice shaking as he practically roared, "What are you all talking about?! How can you stand there and say that?! You were there! You saw it happen! Why are you siding with Max now?!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-817.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-817.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..271dce4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-817.md @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 811: White and Black" +slug: "ch-817" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 817 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But Max, who had been silently observing the unfolding chaos, allowed himself a small, quiet smile, his eyes softening just a fraction as he looked at Derek, Gayle, and Rose, feeling a warmth of gratitude flicker in his chest because, although he had counted on Gayle and Rose speaking the truth, Derek’s unexpected defense gave him an additional layer of protection and made him feel less alone in the swirling storm. + +At that precise moment, Emperor Hermes’ voice exploded through the air like a thunderclap, sharp and powerful, cutting through the rising tension as he barked, "Thunder Lord! Tower Lord Mathew! What is the meaning of this?!" + +His gaze was hard as steel as it swept across the Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower leaders, his regal presence radiating an overwhelming authority, for he clearly saw the precarious state of the situation, where three witnesses swore that Max had committed murder while the other three equally firmly denied it, leaving the entire matter hanging in a cloud of confusion and suspicion with no solid proof on either side. + +Guild Master Orion, ever the one to seize an opportunity, threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice rich and mocking as he added, "Thunder Lord, Tower Lord Mathew, if your goal was to accuse, embarrass, and humiliate the Great Ruler Empire, you should come up with better methods than this childish farce!" + +His laughter rolled over the crowd, drawing a mixture of shocked gasps and stifled chuckles from those watching the spectacle unfold, while the two accused lords found themselves momentarily speechless. + +Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord exchanged a glance heavy with silent fury, their faces darkening as they realized that, regardless of what they believed had truly happened, without solid evidence, their accusations were rapidly unraveling before the eyes of every force in the Middle Domain, making them appear either incompetent or vindictive. + +Tower Lord Mathew seethed, his teeth grinding as he cursed silently, ’Damn this boy is too clever, damn!’ His fingers twitched as if aching to summon his power and strike Max down on the spot, the urge to crush this infuriating obstacle nearly overwhelming him. + +But before he could act, the Third Elder of the Void Soul Tower suddenly erupted in a fresh wave of rage, her eyes wide and almost wild as she pointed a trembling finger at Gayle, Rose, and Derek, her voice high and shrill as she screamed, "You all! How dare you stand here and lie?! How dare you?! You yourselves saw Max burn my June to ashes with black flames—you saw it with your own eyes! How can you stand there and say nothing of the sort happened?!" + +And with a surge of her spiritual power, a crushing wave of Divine Rank pressure exploded outward from her body, rolling across the sky like a tidal wave of invisible force, slamming into Gayle, Rose, and Derek so hard that their faces instantly turned deathly pale, their eyes widening with shock and pain as their knees began to bend beneath the weight, trembling violently while sweat beaded across their foreheads and their breaths came in ragged gasps, struggling to remain upright under the merciless weight of her power as the crowd watched, horrified and silent, the air itself seeming to shiver with the threat of violence hanging just a hair’s breadth away from erupting into chaos. + +"Enough!" A voice, deep and slicing through the tension like the sharpest blade, boomed out over the gathering, and in the same instant, a wave of immense yet controlled pressure swept across the sky, washing over the crowd and crashing into the overwhelming force emanating from the Third Elder of the Void Soul Tower, dispersing it instantly like mist blown away by a hurricane.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +As the suffocating weight lifted, Gayle, Rose, and Derek gasped in relief, the color returning to their faces as they straightened, though sweat still glistened on their brows from the lingering strain. + +The one who had spoken was none other than Palace Master Magnus, the master of the Absolute Sword Palace, his stern face etched with cold displeasure as his sharp eyes blazed with righteous authority, and his mere presence seemed to draw invisible lines of order back into the chaotic air as silence settled once more over the assembled forces. + +A mocking sound broke that silence a heartbeat later, as Max’s voice rang out, strong and clear, echoing across the sky for all to hear, "Tsk, tsk... the Void Soul Tower is truly shameless, willing to use any method—even threatening juniors—to try and force them to change their testimony." + +His words cracked like a whip, drawing sharp gasps and scattered murmurs from the surrounding experts, while several elders and younger disciples exchanged uneasy glances, startled at how boldly Max dared speak against a mighty overlord force. + +Max turned then, his eyes cool and unwavering, sweeping his gaze across Tower Lord Mathew, Thunder Lord, Palace Master Magnus, and all the other gathered leaders, his voice steady and calm as he continued, "If there is no proof that I killed a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius, then please stop accusing me of things I did not do." + +And as he spoke, a sudden surge of power radiated outward from his body, his aura blooming into view for all to feel, revealing itself with crisp, undeniable clarity—it was the aura of someone in the 8th level of Master Rank, solid and steady but nowhere near the crushing might of the Legend Rank that everyone had assumed. + +He held it there deliberately, letting it wash over the stunned crowd, as he added coolly, "As you can all see for yourselves, I am nothing but a humble 8th-level Master Rank expert, a mere 1-star genius of the Great Ruler Empire. Forget about killing a Heaven Grade genius or a 3-star genius—even a 2-star genius could stomp me to death without breaking a sweat." + +His words, though calm and lightly spoken, carried a sharp edge of defiance and unveiled sarcasm, as though he were mocking the absurdity of the accusations leveled against him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-818.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-818.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..822ddd2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-818.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 812: Change of situation" +slug: "ch-818" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 818 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1081 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +For a long moment, silence hung over the grand gathering like a thick fog as everyone processed the revelation, countless experts staring at Max in utter shock, their eyes wide with disbelief, because of the accusations from the Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower had swirled of a mysterious youth who had supposedly slain prodigies at the peak of the Legend Rank, and they had all imagined some secret monster in human skin, a youth whose strength was veiled and monstrous. + +Yet here he stood before them, calm and fearless, revealing himself as nothing more than an 8th-level Master Rank expert—someone powerful by ordinary standards but still utterly incapable of slaying geniuses standing at the pinnacle of Legend Rank. + +Whispers rippled through the crowd like waves cresting on a restless sea, as experts leaned toward each other, murmuring in confusion and shock. + +"Damn, accusing a 1-star genius who’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank of killing a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius is wild!" Someone shouted from among the sea of experts gathered before the swirling purple portal, their voice brimming with disbelief and carrying across the sky, sparking an immediate chorus of agreeing voices that rose like the roar of an oncoming tide, as all the tension and confusion that had simmered for so long finally exploded into raw, open outrage and incredulity. + +Another expert, his eyes wide with exasperation and scorn, leaned toward his companion and barked out, "Right! I mean, seriously, what the hell were the members of the Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower thinking? Are they idiots to blame the killings of a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius on a mere 1-star genius?! Even if they wanted to humiliate the Great Ruler Empire, they should have at least chosen someone like Princess Lyra or even the First Prince to blame—people who might actually have the strength to pull off something that insane! But blaming a 1-star genius who’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank is just downright idiotic." + +His words seemed to crack open a dam, because another voice, trembling with righteous fury, rang out from nearby, "What Thunder Monarch Hall! What Void Soul Tower! They’re nothing but shameless scum, to think they’d stoop so low as to blame the killings of their precious geniuses on a weak little 1-star genius who’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank—it’s utterly shameless and pathetic!" + +His face was red with indignation, and his fists clenched as spiritual energy flickered faintly around him, unable to contain the sheer outrage swelling in his chest. + +Yet another expert, a young woman whose eyes glittered fiercely, added in a voice tight with empathy, "No wonder Max said he didn’t understand anything. He was being blamed for something he hadn’t even done. Damn it all, just thinking about it makes me furious! If anything like that were to happen to me—if I were falsely accused of killing powerful geniuses—I can’t even imagine what sort of hell my life would have become. The shame, the suspicion, the pressure... it would crush anyone." + +Her voice caught slightly, as though the weight of the very idea was suffocating. + +All around the purple portal, the crowd went utterly wild in that moment, voices overlapping in an ever-growing wave of noise as thousands of experts shouted, argued, and proclaimed their opinions, the tide of public sentiment shifting like a flood breaking free of a dam. + +For the revelation of Max’s true strength at merely the 8th level of Master Rank had detonated like a bomb amidst the swirling accusations, wiping away the lingering shadows of suspicion and filling the air instead with an almost tangible collective anger toward the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Void Soul Tower. + +One by one, experts nodded firmly to each other, their faces set with fierce conviction as they came to the same conclusion: there was simply no way a mere 1-star genius, still in the Master Rank, could have slain not only a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius whose very name inspired awe throughout the Middle Domain. + +It was preposterous, and they knew it, and so the narrative flipped entirely as the crowd all but unanimously accepted the truth—that Max had not killed anyone and that the accusations were nothing but baseless fabrications, a shameless ploy concocted by the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Void Soul Tower for reasons that now seemed petty, sinister, and deeply dishonorable. + +"This...!" Thunder Lord and Tower Lord Mathew both blurted out, their voices thick with disbelief as they stood rigid amidst the constant murmurs of the crowd, and in that instant, they were unable to hide the shock etched deep into the lines of their stern faces. + +For though moments earlier they’d been full of bluster and accusations, they could now clearly perceive with their own Divine Rank senses that Max’s strength truly was nothing more than that of an 8th-level Master Rank expert—a strength far too low to plausibly slay a 3-star genius, let alone someone of the Heaven Grade, whose power and status towered like mountains in the world. + +Yet even as doubt flickered through their eyes, a deeper certainty remained locked in their hearts, for both of them knew that this matter was not some fabricated tale pulled from thin air; their members, their trusted young elites, had indeed died, and they were convinced, down to their marrow, that it had been Max who had slain them, for their own people would never dare to concoct such a lie, especially not when it involved the deaths of experts whose futures were as bright as suns, whose loss would shake their sects to the core. + +Frank, still trembling with the memory of the bloody scene he’d witnessed, stepped forward, his voice cracking with urgency as he shouted, "Elders, Leaders, don’t look at this guy’s rank! He’s super strong! He killed Julio in the blink of an eye—he’s a monster!" + +His words tumbled out in a torrent, filled with genuine terror as flashes of Julio and June’s deaths flickered across his mind, each image burning his thoughts with the scent of blood and black flames. + +Josh, equally desperate, added his own voice to the plea, his eyes wide and anxious as he cried, "Yes, don’t look at his rank. This guy Max is too vicious! He must have been hiding his true strength or concealing some terrifying power. It’s the only explanation!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-819.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-819.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab7d1a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-819.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 813: Shock of Princess Lyra" +slug: "ch-819" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 819 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1129 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But their frantic protests hung in the air like smoke dissipating on a breeze, for neither Thunder Lord nor Tower Lord Mathew spoke up in their defense this time; both men stood silent, their expressions dark and brooding, because as experts who had long stepped into the Divine Rank, they possessed senses sharp enough to cut through illusions and hidden strength. + +They could see with absolute certainty that Max’s aura held no deeper layers, no hidden fluctuations—it was precisely and only the aura of someone at the 8th level of Master Rank, pure and unembellished, leaving them caught in a web of contradictions between their own instincts and the words of their subordinates. + +Just then, a voice like a cannon blast split the tense air, echoing off the invisible boundaries of the vast sky above Misty City as a powerful, commanding tone shouted, "Alright, let’s end this facade for now!" + +Heads snapped around as two groups moved forward in perfect unison through the air, the insignias of the Hunter Association and the Obsidian Order gleaming on their robes and banners, their combined presence radiating a formidable weight that instantly commanded respect and silence, and at the front of this unified advance floated President William, the venerable leader of the Hunter Association, his tall figure radiating calm authority as his sharp eyes swept across the crowd. + +The moment his words fell, a hush spread over the entire gathering like a blanket dropped from the heavens, smothering the rising murmur of voices as thousands of experts from every overlord force fell into watchful silence, aware that this was no ordinary intervention. + +Even Thunder Lord and Tower Lord Mathew fell quiet, though their eyes burned with lingering fury as they turned to cast Max dark, threatening glares, silent promises of vengeance glinting in their gaze, before they finally withdrew several steps, retreating toward the ranks of their own forces. + +"Master, it is true that it was Max who killed June," Frank whispered urgently, leaning closer to Tower Lord Mathew, his voice trembling just slightly despite the savage conviction gleaming in his eyes. + +Tower Lord Mathew’s cold eyes flickered over to him for a moment, his lips curling into a sneer as he shook his head with quiet disdain, replying in a low voice that thrummed with dark satisfaction, "You don’t have to worry about Max. His presence here is obviously connected to the secret domain, and if he dares to enter it—he will never come out again." + +His expression twisted into something sinister, the lines of his face shadowed by the glow of the swirling purple portal, as he continued his words via voice transmission, sending the lethal promise straight into Frank’s mind, a silent ploy to ensure Max’s death inside the domain where no external laws or politics could save him, and where battles and bloodshed were as common as breathing. + +Frank’s lips parted into a vicious grin as he nodded fervently, replying through the secret channel, "Leave it to me, Master. I’ll go and tell the senior brothers and sisters about this so they’ll be ready." + +And as he drifted back toward his group, his eyes gleamed with the cold fire of vengeance, lingering for one last heartbeat on Max’s figure before he disappeared into the ranks of the Void Soul Tower members, already plotting how best to lure Max into a fatal confrontation. + +Meanwhile, a nearly identical undercurrent rippled through the ranks of the Thunder Monarch Hall, where Thunder Lord, towering and broad-shouldered, leaned down slightly to speak in a voice as low and lethal as the rumble of distant thunder, his eyes narrow slits of ruthless intent as he commanded, "Just kill him in the secret domain. At that time, I want to see if Hermes will dare to stand up for him." + +His words dripped with a cruel certainty, because although he still struggled to reconcile how someone with the strength of merely an 8th-level Master Rank could have possibly slain both a 3-star genius and a Heaven Grade genius, he refused to believe his own members would fabricate such a monumental lie, and he’d decided that if Max had truly accomplished such impossible murders once, he was far too dangerous to leave alive. + +Josh, who stood at his side, nodded grimly, his mouth tightening into a cruel smile as his eyes glowed with murderous purpose, and he shot a look filled with quiet promise at Max before turning away, murmuring, "I’ll inform the senior brothers and sisters about this," before striding back to merge with the sea of Thunder Monarch Hall disciples, his entire demeanor humming with silent threats.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +Max, meanwhile, his face cold and eyes sharp as he watched the subtle, venomous glances being exchanged among his enemies, and though he noted the sneer curling across Josh’s lips, he did not allow it to linger in his thoughts for more than a fleeting moment, for he could sense the shifting tides of intent pressing in around him from all sides, and he knew he’d just become a marked man the moment he stepped into the secret domain. + +With a small exhale, he drifted over to stand beside Princess Lyra, who regarded him with eyes dark and probing, her expression complex as countless emotions swirled behind the calm façade she presented to the watching world, and she tilted her head ever so slightly as her voice slipped quietly into his mind through a private voice transmission, gentle yet edged with steel, as she asked, "Did you really kill them?" + +Max met her gaze without a single flinch, his voice equally calm and utterly unrepentant as he answered via the same silent channel, "Yeah. Both of them tried to kill me first, but they failed. So I killed them instead." + +His eyes didn’t waver, his words delivered like cold facts rather than confessions, and though Princess Lyra said nothing immediately, her silence seemed to crackle with a thousand questions unspoken as she continued to study him. + +Princess Lyra was visibly shocked, the slight widening of her eyes and the subtle parting of her lips betraying the fact that, although she had strongly suspected Max had indeed killed Julio and June, hearing him admit it so bluntly, without even the slightest hint of remorse, was an entirely different matter that struck her like a sudden gust of icy wind, leaving her momentarily speechless before she finally found her voice and let out a quiet exhale, murmuring under her breath, "Damn, you are truly a monster." + +Her words were half awe, half admonishment, as she studied the young man standing so calmly beside her, his posture relaxed and his expression unbothered, as though admitting to the deaths of powerful geniuses was no more significant than commenting on the weather. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-82.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-82.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..821c355 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-82.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 82: Max vs Killian - 3" +slug: "ch-82" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 82 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +In the battlefield, Killian’s entire focus was on the lightning in front of his hand. As the winds raged all around him, the lightning slowly began to condense under his control. + +Stay tuned for updates on empire + +At first, the lightning seemed scattered throughout the air, but now it appeared to be focused around a single point. + +It was at that moment that everything began. + +The winds howled fiercely around the source of the lightning, as the lightning gradually took the shape of a sword. First, the tip of the sword formed from the lightning, followed by the lower part of the blade. Then, the middle of the sword took shape, crackling with lightning as the wind raged around Killian. + +No sooner had the middle part of the sword formed than the upper part took shape, followed shortly by the hilt. + +Soon, a complete sword formed entirely from lightning, floating in front of Killian. Arcs of lightning shot in all directions from the sword. The intense energy swirling around it, combined with the lightning it carried, gave it a deadly aura. + +’That—that’s a technique!’ Max’s eyes widened in shock. He knew that any construct made from pure lightning would be an empty shell, and constructs created from skills were never as powerful as the sword in front of him. This left Max with only one conclusion—a technique. + +’I never thought I’d encounter a technique here,’ Max thought, excitement building inside him. Techniques were the rarest of things in this world—so rare they weren’t even mentioned in books. So rare that most people in the Inner Circle didn’t even know such things existed. + +For Max, encountering a technique felt like an extraordinary stroke of luck. He had became very curious of the world after he joined the Phoenix Order and the rarity of the technique only fueled his desire to know more about the world. + +While Max was filled with excitement, the crowd on the other side was in shock. Some were amazed because they knew Killian had used a ’technique,’ while others were simply stunned by the sheer power of the blade formed from lightning. They wondered if an attack this powerful could be handled by someone like Max, who seemed to be in a league of his own. + +--- + +Allen watched the lightning sword floating in front of Killian, a proud smile forming on his face. "He did it. He successfully used the Hundred Killing Blade," he said. + +Elena nodded, but a feeling of unease settled in her chest. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Killian’s strength, but she worried that even that attack might not be enough to defeat Max. + +She couldn’t understand why these thoughts kept surfacing. Perhaps it was because her father had tasked her with killing a child—someone they had no connection to, no reason to target. When she had questioned him, asking why it was necessary, his response had been curt and cryptic: "An order from above." + +Those words had left her confused, their meaning shrouded in mystery. Yet, for the sake of her family, she had carried out the order, pursuing the target with unwavering resolve, suppressing her doubts and guilt. But in the end, the child had escaped, leaving her to grapple with a sense of failure she couldn’t shake. + +But that failure didn’t bring sadness. In truth, only she knew the strange sense of relief she had felt when Max managed to escape. + +"I really want to see how Max will block something as amazing as a technique," Nash’s voice interrupted her thoughts, bringing Elena back to reality. + +Erica smiled, her expression full of curiosity. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "I have a feeling we’ll see something that will shock all of us." + +"We’ll see," Nash sneered. + +Only Alice remained completely calm throughout everything from the beginning, which irritated Nash slightly. + +--- + +On the battlefield, Killian had calmed down after successfully employing his family’s technique. A confident look returned to his face, just like when the battle first started. + +Looking at Max, he sneered. "I really have to thank you. If it weren’t for you pushing me to my limits, showing me despair, I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish this." He gestured toward the lightning sword floating in front of him. + +Max laughed lightly, amusement dancing in his eyes as his expression turned sinister. "Believe me when I say you haven’t seen true despair." + +Killian smiled. "That point won’t come." His face turned ruthless. "This sword will drill into your body and end you." + +"Why don’t you try and see what happens?" Max asked, smiling. + +Killian took a deep breath and looked at Max. "You’re very strong. I still don’t know the limits of your strength, since you’ve never actively attacked me, but I guess this is how our battle will end." + +He added, "If given the chance, I would like to fight you with all your strength."𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +With those words, he sent the lightning sword toward Max. The sword surged with tendrils of lightning scattering in all directions. Its speed was so intense that the path it took to reach Max turned into a blur of blue lightning, leaving a trail of scorched black in its wake. + +Max focused all his attention on his Three Dimensional Body, managing to see the lightning sword approaching. Weighing his options, he decided to play it safe. + +Buzz! + +Max extended his right hand, and a small, red hexagonal shield appeared, the size of his arm, in front of him. + +Just as the lightning sword closed in, it collided with the hexagonal shield. + +Bang! + +A whirlwind of lightning erupted as the sword collided violently with Max’s shield. Sparks flew in every direction with a deafening crackle. The force of the clash sent ripples through the air, scorching the ground beneath and causing cracks to appear on its surface. + +The crowd outside held their breath, waiting for the lightning to dissipate, their faces tense with suspense. + +As the lightning faded, a lone figure emerged from the smoke. Max stood there, completely unscathed, his hand calmly extended forward. + +There was no sign of the lightning having struck him—no burns, no injuries, not even a trace of disturbance on his composed form. He seemed untouched, as if the devastating clash had been nothing more than a gentle breeze. + +The entire crowd in the Battle Realm froze in stunned silence. Disbelief rippled through their expressions as they stared at the screens. Members of the Blade Family sat motionless, their faces pale with shock. + +Even Nash and Erica, who had come for fun, stood with their mouths slightly agape, their eyes wide in disbelief. + +They couldn’t comprehend what they were witnessing. Max had not only survived, but had effortlessly blocked an attack formed from a technique. + +The group standing in front of the screens knew that, even if the technique were only at early stages, it should have been enough to deal with someone at level 1 of Apprentice Rank and even seriously injure someone at level 2 if they weren’t careful. + +And yet, that attack had been effortlessly blocked by a kid at level 6 of Novice Rank. + +Allen glanced at Killian’s hollow eyes on the screen and muttered, "What about a genius who hasn’t suffered failure, who couldn’t stand up after a defeat?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-820.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-820.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a8d7f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-820.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 814: Secret Domain is ready" +slug: "ch-820" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 820 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1311 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max merely shrugged, his mouth curving into the faintest ghost of a sardonic smile as he replied with careless ease, "What can I say? I don’t go looking for trouble—but if trouble comes knocking on my door, I demolish those troubles down to rubble." + +His tone was light, almost playful, yet underneath it hummed a dark, unmistakable finality that sent a faint shiver along Lyra’s spine. + +She let out a small chuckle, the sound soft and brief, before her amusement faded, replaced by a grave seriousness as she leaned in a fraction closer, lowering her voice as she said, "Congratulations, Max—you’ve just officially offended the Thunder Monarch Hall, the Void Soul Tower, and most likely the Mountain Gods Valley too, considering they’re allied with the Thunder Monarch Hall. When you enter the secret domain, you’ll have to be extremely careful around the members of those three forces. After what happened just now, they’ll definitely target you." + +Max’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face as he countered in a low voice, "Aren’t they afraid that killing me would provoke the wrath of the Great Ruler Empire?" + +Princess Lyra exhaled slowly, her gaze shifting toward the swirling purple portal as if gathering her thoughts before turning back to him, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of resignation and warning as she explained, "You don’t understand how it works here. In the Middle Domain, there’s this unspoken rule: if someone dies in the secret domain—whether from monsters, traps, or by being killed by another person from other forces—nobody can be held responsible once they’re inside. No force is supposed to seek vengeance outside for deaths that happen within. So even if they kill you inside the secret domain, our Great Ruler Empire would be forced to accept your death and do nothing about it." + +Max’s eyes narrowed, a faint shadow flickering in their depths as he processed her words, and then, in a voice suddenly edged with steel and icy calm, he let out a low sneer as he asked, "So you mean... if I kill the members of those three forces inside the secret domain, they can do nothing to me afterward either?" + +Princess Lyra blinked rapidly, momentarily stunned by the dangerous glint she saw in his eyes, and for an instant, she couldn’t quite fathom how this young man’s mind seemed to leap straight to retaliation rather than self-preservation, and she stammered slightly before recovering her voice to say, "Yeah... that’s true. They could do nothing to you afterward—but you’d have to survive it. You have to understand, Max, you’re likely going to be heavily targeted by those three forces. You should be careful."𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +Max gave her a calm nod, his expression placid as though her warning had merely confirmed something he’d already decided, but deep inside his mind, a far colder, more ruthless thought surged forward, his eyes glinting briefly with a predatory light as he thought to himself, ’If they dare come for me in the secret domain... then I’ll make sure none of them ever leave it alive.’ + +Just then, as though the heavens were determined to keep the tension mounting, another void shuttle streaked across the sky and came to a graceful halt before the swirling purple portal, its hull gleaming faintly with mystic runes. + +As its doors parted with a low mechanical hum, a fresh group of cultivators from the Void Soul Tower disembarked, their figures gliding down through the air with practiced ease, robes billowing around them like dark wings, each one exuding an aura of quiet arrogance that immediately drew wary glances from many of the surrounding forces already gathered. + +Max, standing beside Princess Lyra, cast them only a cursory glance at first, his eyes sweeping over the familiar dark uniforms and the chilling confidence on their faces, but then, in the next heartbeat, his gaze snagged on a figure among them, and he felt his entire body go rigid as though an invisible cord had yanked him to a halt, his eyes narrowing sharply, ’Is that... Lenavira?’ + +For trailing a few steps behind the main cluster of Void Soul Tower disciples was a slender, graceful woman who, at first glance, bore an uncanny resemblance to Lenavira. + +The same delicate elfin features, the same elegant posture—but whose entire appearance seemed draped in shadows, her once brilliant golden hair now replaced by a silken waterfall of dark strands that shimmered like obsidian under the light. + +And her eyes, which Max remembered as vivid green like spring leaves glistening in the rain, were now pools of fathomless black, cold and unreadable, while faint grey markings traced over her pale skin, giving her face an otherworldly, almost haunting beauty that seemed carved from moonlight and midnight mist. + +She looked so much like Lenavira, and yet so profoundly different that Max felt a chill run down his spine, and as he stared at her, a memory stirred, echoing in his mind of a quiet conversation he’d once had with Lenavira, in which she’d confessed, her voice barely a whisper, that elves who succumbed too deeply to killing and slaughter, who could not control the darkness festering inside them, would inevitably fall and transform into dark elves, creatures driven by bloodlust and shadow, forever severed from the radiant paths of their kin. + +Max’s expression grew solemn, shadows gathering in his eyes as he watched her, and he felt a flicker of something—worry, perhaps, or a vague ache of sorrow—curl in his chest as the woman joined the Void Soul Tower’s ranks without a word, moving as though she belonged there entirely, while his unbroken gaze eventually drew her attention, and she turned her head to look straight at him. + +For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, black locking onto pinkish red, but though he searched her face desperately for any flicker of recognition or emotion, he found nothing but an unreadable blankness, as though every memory and feeling had been buried beneath a layer of ice. + +Max’s frown deepened as a storm of questions churned through his mind, ’Is she Lenavira... or not?’ + +Just as he stood there, his thoughts tangled with uncertainty and concern, a sudden shift of color in the massive portal before them caught his eye, and he snapped his gaze forward to see the roiling purple light of the portal flicker and gradually transition into a shimmering blue, the glow rippling outward in waves like liquid sapphire, filling the air with a resonant hum that seemed to vibrate through the bones of everyone present. + +Emperor Hermes, who had been standing with regal composure, took a step forward, his robes catching the new glow as he announced in a voice deep and steady, carrying clearly across the entire grand assembly, "The portal to the secret domain has stabilized now." + +His gaze swept over the gathered young geniuses of the Great Ruler Empire, his eyes stern yet tinged with an unmistakable pride as he continued, "It will be ready to use in an hour. You will have three months inside the secret domain. When those three months end, you will be forcibly expelled from the domain—unless, of course, you are dead." + +His tone grew more somber, each word weighed with the gravity of countless years of rule and experience, as he added, "You should all be careful inside. Whatever happens in the secret domain stays in the secret domain, so even if you die, no one outside will do anything about it. Remember that above all else, your life is the greatest priority. Nothing—not treasure, not glory—is more important than staying alive." + +The gathered geniuses, many of whom had been standing with eyes wide and breaths shallow at the spectacle of the shifting portal, now nodded solemnly at Emperor Hermes’ words, their faces a mixture of determination, fear, and silent resolve, while beside them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-821.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-821.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..69315db --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-821.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 815: Swamp" +slug: "ch-821" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 821 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The hour that followed wasn’t particularly long, but for Max, who stood on the precipice of danger with threats mounting from all sides, it didn’t pass by peacefully either. + +During that time, Princess Lyra stood beside him like a steady presence, her gaze sweeping across the other forces and factions with unflinching focus. + +Every now and then, she would lean slightly closer and whisper another warning, naming faces and backgrounds, identities of those Max should avoid provoking under any circumstances. + +Just as Max was absorbing another such caution, Lyra subtly gestured toward a group standing with quiet authority under a black and silver banner—the emblem of the Obsidian Order. "You see that girl over there..." + +She said in a low voice, nodding toward a girl standing near the center of the group. Max turned his eyes to the one she meant and spotted a young woman dressed in dark, elegant robes, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity as she looked around, as though the political tension around her didn’t exist at all. + +She looked too carefree to be dangerous, but Max’s senses immediately caught something else—her strength. Third level of Legend Rank. + +"What about her?" he asked, keeping his tone casual, but his brows already beginning to furrow. + +"Her name is Luna," Princess Lyra said, her expression tightening. "She’s the daughter of the Obsidian Order’s mysterious leader. No one knows much about him, but the Four God Nation—all of them—are wary of him. Which means they’re wary of her too. Whatever happens inside, don’t offend her, Max. I’m serious." + +Max gave a calm nod, but inwardly, his curiosity ignited. What kind of power did the Obsidian Order possess to be feared by even the Four God Nation? He didn’t ask. There were too many questions, and the hour was already slipping away. + +As it passed, Lyra continued to brief him about other individuals—some monstrous talents hidden among low ranks, others hires of powerful elders—each one a walking landmine Max needed to avoid if he didn’t want to trigger more enemies than he already had. + +Then, just as the tension had become almost unbearable, a clear, commanding voice cut through the gathered crowd. "The portal has fully stabilized. You will have three months. Keep that in mind," President William of the Hunter Association announced, his voice booming with finality and power, spreading over the entire assembly like a divine decree. + +In response, the crowd stirred at once. The members of the Seven Overlord Forces, followed by the elite geniuses from the many regions of the Middle Domain, began stepping forward, moving toward the portal in orderly streams. + +The blue swirling light of the portal glowed brighter with every person who vanished into its depths. + +"You all go too," Emperor Hermes ordered firmly, his eyes lingering for a brief moment on Max before shifting to the rest of the Great Ruler Empire’s representatives. + +Everyone nodded and began to move, filing toward the portal with focused expressions. + +As Max prepared to follow them, Princess Lyra turned to him one last time, her voice soft but steady. "Max, take care inside. Seriously. Don’t underestimate what’s waiting for you in there." + +Max met her gaze and nodded. "I will." With those parting words, he stepped forward and joined the others, his figure blending into the line of powerful young experts as he crossed the threshold of blue light and entered the secret domain. + +As Max stepped through the shimmering blue light of the portal, the world shifted in an instant. A chilling dampness greeted him, and a foul stench curled into his nose before he had even opened his eyes. + +When he finally did, he found himself standing ankle-deep in blackish-brown sludge, surrounded by an endless, eerie swamp. Gnarled trees loomed from the mist like skeletal hands, their twisted branches dripping with murky moss. + +The ground was uneven, patches of bare dirt and mossy tufts scattered around stagnant pools of dark water. Strange bubbles rose and popped across the swamp’s surface, releasing a faint, rotten odor into the air. + +Max’s lips curled in faint disgust, but he didn’t complain. He knew from Princess Lyra’s explanation that everyone who entered the secret domain was randomly transported—some landed in forests, others in deserts, and a few unfortunate souls might drop directly into monster nests. + +By that standard, a swamp wasn’t so bad. He could work with this. Without hesitation, Max circulated his vital essence and formed a glowing shell of protective energy around his body to block the miasma and moisture in the air. A soft hum echoed as the shell solidified. + +Then with a light push off the soft, mucky ground, he rose into the air and hovered several meters above the swamp. The higher vantage point offered a better view—though it only confirmed the vastness of the swamp. + +It stretched endlessly in every direction, a sickly mix of blackened water, pale grass, and low-lying bushes that looked half-dead. + +Occasionally, the skeletal remains of unknown creatures jutted from the marsh, alongside rusted weapons and shattered armor—relics of those who had once entered but never returned. + +A quiet chill settled into Max’s heart. This place wasn’t just naturally dangerous—it was cursed with death. Monsters or not, this swamp was clearly a graveyard. He narrowed his eyes, considering his next move. + +Then he reached into his storage space and summoned a carefully folded scroll. It was the rough map Princess Lyra had given him before departure—drawn by the Great Ruler Empire’s elders during their limited exploration of the domain. + +According to Lyra, although the domain’s inner areas were unreachable due to ancient restrictions, the outer zones had been partially surveyed before the elders of the Middle Domain were forcibly expelled. + +With careful fingers, Max unfurled the parchment mid-air and began comparing its details to the landmarks below. The misshapen clusters of dark trees, the scattered rock hills half-sunk in the mire, and the bend of a distant stream all lined up with one section of the map. + +After a few moments of quiet examination, Max confirmed it—he was currently in the southwestern corner of the secret domain. That knowledge alone gave him a sense of direction. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-822.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-822.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4eb9178 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-822.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 816: Black Mist Swamp" +slug: "ch-822" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 822 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +This swamp was called the Black Mist Swamp, as marked clearly on the map Max had studied. + +A dangerous place stretching thousands of miles in radius, it was littered with venomous creatures—snakes with barbed fangs, bloated toads the size of dogs, scorpions with crystalline tails, and centipedes as thick as a man’s arm and longer than a sword. + +But these creatures weren’t the real danger. + +According to the annotations left by the elders of the Great Ruler Empire, it was the black fog that truly earned this swamp its ominous name. + +The notes warned with unusual emphasis: ’Do not engage the black fog. Do not get lost in it. Flee if it appears.’ + +This strange black mist, as they recorded, had a life of its own. It could form out of nowhere, seeping from the ground, rolling like a sentient tide. Creatures lurked within it—beings unseen and unnatural. + +No one had ever made it out after being swallowed by the fog. + +Looking across the vast expanse, Max furrowed his brows, then exhaled and stored the map away. "Guess I got lucky," he muttered with a faint smile, touching his chin. So far, the skies were clear, and the air, though humid and foul, held no signs of corruption. Still, he wasn’t naive. He had no plans to linger here. + +With the secret domain open for only three months, every minute mattered. Time spent navigating a cursed swamp was time wasted. + +Without another thought, Max kicked off the air and sped through the swamp, racing low over the bog, weaving past trees and decaying stumps. His protective essence layer shimmered with movement, keeping the sticky black vapors of the swamp water at bay. + +But barely moments passed—just a dozen breaths—when the wind shifted. It was no longer warm and stagnant but cool, unsettling, and carried a faint gray tint that clung to his skin like static. Max didn’t slow. + +At first, he dismissed it. Just swamp wind. But then he noticed it. The world was darkening. Rapidly. At first, the sun was veiled. Then the mist thickened, swallowing his surroundings inch by inch. + +Even with his enhanced Three Dimensional Body, his vision dulled, the air dimming like a shroud had been thrown over his senses. He halted in midair, eyes scanning warily as a chill ran up his spine. + +From the depths of the swamp, tendrils of black air slithered upward, coiling like ink in water, slow and menacing. They twisted into the sky, spreading out, blotting everything. It was as if a giant had upturned a vat of darkness and spilled it across the swamp. The once murky but visible swamp had turned into a void of shadows. + +Max couldn’t see the trees. He couldn’t even see his own feet beneath the glow of his protective aura. His breath formed faint mist in the air. It was cold—so unnaturally cold it felt like fingers brushing the nape of his neck. Not the bone-deep, ancient chill of the Mourning Depths, but still bitter enough to freeze the soul. + +Max’s heart sank. "No way..." he muttered under his breath, pulse quickening. It seemed fortune had betrayed him. The very thing he hoped to avoid—the black fog—had arrived, unannounced and merciless. The swamp was no longer a simple terrain. It had become a trap. And he was caught in it. + +Then without any warning— + +"Woo woo woo..." Strange, eerie sounds echoed across the swamp, rising from every direction like whispers from the underworld. It was like the cries of dying beasts, or the mournful howls of lost souls. + +The entire atmosphere twisted into something unnatural, as if the swamp itself had come alive, breathing malice. + +Max, standing midair with his protective essence shimmering around him, narrowed his eyes, his senses flaring as tension coiled in his gut. + +Then— + +Whoosh! + +A sudden flash of blood-red light shot toward him from the left, sharp and fast like a bloody arrow. His Three Dimensional Body activated instantly, warning him of the incoming threat even before his eyes locked on it. + +What he saw made him grimace slightly—a centipede, but not any ordinary one. Its entire body was covered in blood-red scales, each plate glimmering with a sinister sheen as if soaked in fresh gore. + +Its body arched and twisted through the air with deadly grace, and its eyes—massive, bowl-sized, and glowing a deep, menacing scarlet—were locked onto Max with crazed hunger. The aura it exuded was twisted, almost demonic, and filled with bloodlust. + +"Blood centipede..." Max muttered under his breath, recognition flashing in his eyes. He’d seen sketches and read records of various kinds of monsters in his free time in the Great Ruler Empire. + +This was no regular monster. It was a rare mutated variant known as the Evil-Blood Centipede—a creature corrupted by dark energy, known for its insatiable appetite for fresh flesh. These things didn’t just hunt; they slaughtered for pleasure. No hesitation. + +Max’s body flickered like lightning as he drew the Blue Dragon Sword. With a fluid motion, he slashed outward, sending a deep blue arc of sword energy forward. It roared with power, infused with his intermediate level 2 sword concept, stretching ten feet across like a shining crescent moon. + +The blow landed squarely. + +Puff! + +The blood centipede didn’t even have time to scream. The arc cleaved through it cleanly, bisecting it down the middle. Blood erupted like a geyser, thick and foul, raining down onto the swamp below. + +The black grass hissed as the blood splattered, turning the murky waters crimson, as if the swamp itself was bleeding. A nauseating stench spread out in the air—a mix of rot, iron, and something deeply sinister. + +Max grimaced and stepped back slightly, but before he could even wipe the blood off his sword, the swamp began to bubble and churn beneath him. His instincts screamed. + +A moment later, countless figures emerged from the black muck. Snakes slithered out, fangs bared and dripping with venom. Giant toads leapt into view, their bloated bellies pulsating with black mist. + +Leeches as long as a man’s arm writhed toward him, their bodies glistening and segmented, each movement grotesque and wet. The air turned colder, darker, more suffocating. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-823.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-823.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..038c995 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-823.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 817: Blood Ghost King" +slug: "ch-823" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 823 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1040 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max hovered above them, eyes sharp, watching the mass of dark creatures gathering beneath him like a nightmare army. All of them emitted the same black energy—the energy of corruption, of the black fog. + +And all of them were staring at him with unblinking, malicious hunger. He was surrounded, caught in the heart of a demonic tide. + +Swish! + +Max’s heart tightened like a clenched fist. Without wasting even a breath, he shot forward through the swamp, the black fog curling and writhing behind him like a living beast. Every step he took kicked up murky puddles and dead grass, but he didn’t dare stop. + +The oppressive atmosphere, the whispers in the air, the chilling presence clinging to his skin—it all screamed danger. + +Then suddenly— + +"Ahhh!" + +A scream tore through the dense fog ahead, raw and filled with despair. + +Max’s eyes sharpened as he darted toward the sound, only to stop midair with a cold breath caught in his lungs. A violent spurt of blood erupted like a fountain, and a headless corpse fell before him, hitting the muddy ground with a sickening thud. + +Blood soaked the earth, and the stump of the neck still oozed thick red liquid, as if the life hadn’t fully left the body. Max stared, face darkening, his gaze scanning the surrounding fog. + +Then, just for a split second, something moved. A flicker—a crimson blur—flashed in front of him so quickly it was like blinking and seeing an afterimage. + +But that moment was enough. His instincts screamed louder than ever. Whatever had just passed him... could kill him. It wasn’t just fast—it was deadly. + +Max hovered cautiously, back straight, sword at the ready, his entire body on high alert. That flicker of red wasn’t just a beast. It felt malicious, like something born of hatred and slaughter. + +And then, like a puzzle clicking into place, Max remembered a terrifying entry from the old notes the elder gave him before entering the domain. Blood Ghost. + +According to the ancient record, Blood Ghosts weren’t true beasts or spirits, but the product of extreme hatred and violent deaths—wraith-like creatures that lived to consume the minds of warriors. + +And among them, there was one particular variant even more terrifying—the Blood Ghost King. It was said to twist heads from Legend Rank experts as easily as plucking fruit from a tree. + +And the corpse before him... the aura still clinging to it... it was a 1st level Legend Rank expert. Someone powerful. Yet they died in an instant. No resistance. No struggle. Just a scream and then silence. + +Max’s face turned grave. ’Could that have been a Blood Ghost King?’ But the notes had clearly mentioned that such entities were extremely rare, often sealed away or dormant deep within cursed regions. + +Why would one be here? Was his luck really this rotten? Thoughts raced through his head, but no answer came. Only dread. + +Then— + +Swish! + +There was no warning this time. The blood shadow returned, bursting through the fog behind him like a bolt of lightning. Its speed was faster than before, more aggressive, more focused. + +And this time, it was coming straight for him. Max didn’t hesitate. His Three Dimensional Body blared with red alerts, his skin tingled from the sheer killing intent behind him, and in that very moment, he spun around midair, Blue Dragon Sword already blazing with sword intent, ready to meet the horror head-on. + +"Damn!" Max cursed under his breath, feeling the tension surge through his body like a bolt of lightning. Without hesitation, he poured all of his level 2 sword concept into his Blue Dragon Sword and swung it with explosive force. + +The air cracked apart with a deafening bang, and a powerful shockwave rippled through the blackened swamp. But almost immediately, Max felt the terrifying force rebound through his arms, rattling his bones. + +He turned mid-air and finally got a good look at the creature that had attacked him—a Blood Ghost King. The notes hadn’t done it justice. + +It looked eerily humanoid in shape but grotesque in every other way. Its entire body was drenched in flowing blood, as if it were forged from the very essence of slaughter. Hairless, with sunken nasal cavities, fanged jaws, and pulsating red eyes filled with hatred, the creature radiated nothing but death. + +The aura it released was overwhelming, dense, and ancient—it was clearly at the 3rd level of Legend Rank. + +A chill ran down Max’s spine, but his gaze didn’t waver. The Blood Ghost King locked eyes with him, then let out a distorted roar that cracked the fog around them. It lunged forward like a wild beast, its clawed hand rising as blood energy surged around it, forming massive spectral claws that rained down from the sky like falling blades of crimson. + +Max responded instantly, stepping forward instead of retreating. His grip on the Blue Dragon Sword tightened, and his expression turned grimly calm. + +He had fought beings at this level before. He had killed June, a Heaven Grade genius, and fought Julio, a 3-star genius. Even if he had relied on the Infernal Demon Transformation back then, he had grown stronger since. + +Two level-ups. + +That was no small thing. Now, without transformation, he believed he could match a 3rd level Legend Rank head-on. + +Sword light blazed around him as he activated the Severing Flow Sword Art, his blade coated with the sharpness of level 2 severing sword concept. He slashed upward in a powerful arc, striking directly at the Blood Ghost King’s descending claws. + +Sparks flew and the sound of metal grinding against metal rang out. But to Max’s shock, the spectral blood claws didn’t shatter as he expected. The Blue Dragon Sword, even when fueled by sword concept, only left shallow gashes on the monster’s crimson limbs. + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell...?" he muttered, genuinely stunned. + +The Blood Ghost King’s claws were tougher than steel, reinforced by dense blood energy and its unique ghostly body. It was like trying to cut through ancient metal with a kitchen knife. + +The attack had landed cleanly, yet it barely damaged the monster. That realization forced Max to reassess everything. This wasn’t going to be a quick fight. It wasn’t going to be easy. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-824.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-824.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d2670c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-824.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 818: Leaving the Swamp Region" +slug: "ch-824" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 824 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1077 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Blood Ghost King let out a thunderous roar, its voice reverberating through the murky swamp like a war drum announcing death. Its rage intensified, and in a blur of crimson motion, it lunged at Max with feral brutality. + +Max narrowed his eyes. There was no point holding back now. With a sharp breath, he launched into the Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword, a technique composed of nine devastating moves. + +As each form flowed into the next, the air exploded with howling wind and bursting pressure. Blood and sword light collided in all directions, tearing through the darkness. + +The very void around them trembled. Columns of black swamp water shot into the sky like geysers as the ground shook under the weight of their clash. Poisonous leeches, grotesque centipedes, and lurking toads hidden in the swamp exploded into gore from the shockwaves, their twisted bodies unable to withstand the might of two terrifying forces locked in combat. + +Max felt the weight of this enemy. Stronger than Julio. He could feel it in every exchange. The Blood Ghost King was brutal, but also strangely intelligent, adapting and pressing forward with relentless pressure. + +As it roared again, the blood mist around it surged wildly, condensing into dozens of ghastly, twisted faces—deformed and eyeless, their mouths wide with serrated fangs. These bloody visages screamed silently as they charged at Max from every direction like a wave of cursed souls. + +The air around them rippled as their cries buzzed straight into Max’s ears, making his hair stand on end and cold sweat drip down his spine. The pressure was real. It was suffocating. + +Clang! + +Their weapons met again. Max’s sword and the monster’s claws collided with a force so great, it sent violent shockwaves cascading outward, ripping through the swamp and forming craters in the water-logged land. The stench of rot and blood mixed in the air. + +Max’s brows furrowed. ’This battle is dragging on.’ + +He knew if he let this continue, he would eventually be overwhelmed. He needed to end it—and fast. Gritting his teeth, he activated his Dragon Scales Transformation. A torrent of energy erupted from his body as black, gleaming dragon scales crawled across his skin, wrapping him in the protective embrace of ancient draconic might. His aura surged. + +Then came the real boost—six hundred Draconic Essences. Like volcanic fire coursing through his veins, pure strength flooded every inch of his body. His muscles bulged, his senses sharpened, and the very ground beneath his feet cracked under the sudden increase in power. + +Not wasting even a moment, Max narrowed his eyes and unleashed the second-level concept of Space—Spatial Anchoring. + +The space around the Blood Ghost King twisted, condensed, and locked down like invisible chains binding it in place. The creature’s movements halted, frozen mid-lunge, its eyes filled with sudden alarm. + +Max didn’t hesitate. + +The Blue Dragon Sword burst into black flames, and shone with the cutting light of the second-level severing sword concept. He stepped forward and swung down with all his might, executing his most devastating move of the Severing Flow Sword Art. + +The sword howled through the air like a banshee’s wail, tearing the black fog apart, the flames dancing wildly in the void. + +And then— + +The sword struck. + +Swish! + +Bang! + +Max’s sword cleaved through the Blood Ghost King, cutting the terrifying creature cleanly in two. The moment his blade sliced through its grotesque body, the spatial anchoring he had used was released, and the severed halves of the blood-soaked monster exploded into a cascade of crimson mist. + +A rain of blood poured over the swamp, dyeing the dark, murky water even redder. The air trembled from the final impact, echoing through the Black Mist Swamp like the closing of a deadly Chapter. + +Black flames surged around the remains of the Blood Ghost King—as Max began devouring the corpse with eerie hunger, reducing it to ashes. + +But as the last ember faded and silence returned, Max’s expression remained cold. He didn’t level up. The power of the Blood Ghost King wasn’t enough to push him further. He clicked his tongue in quiet annoyance. + +’I should leave this place fast,’ he thought grimly, wiping blood from the edge of his sword before sheathing it. + +He remembered clearly the warning from the elder’s notes: the Black Mist Swamp was considered a strictly forbidden zone, a place even peak Legend Rank warriors avoided. + +It was rumored that terrifying creatures, ones beyond the level of the Blood Ghost King, lurked in the deepest shadows. Though Max was confident in his ability to escape from most threats, gambling his life in such a cursed zone for no reason would be pure foolishness. + +He had already gained enough from this encounter. There was no point pushing his luck. + +Without hesitation, Max activated his full vital essence shell, wrapping his entire body in a shimmering protective layer. He masked his aura entirely using his green soul’s concealment ability, blending into the black fog like a wraith. + +The visibility was near zero, and to any prying eyes, his presence would feel no different than the surrounding mist. Quietly, he began moving through the dense fog, his footsteps light and silent, his breathing calm and steady. + +Minutes passed. + +The swamp remained eerily silent, only the occasional soft ripple of water or the creaking of twisted trees breaking the quiet. Max moved with caution, senses heightened to the extreme. But just as he was beginning to believe he had escaped the danger— + +"Ahhh!" + +Multiple blood-curdling screams pierced the silence from behind, slightly to his left. Max froze and turned his head sharply. Through the thick fog, he saw it—blood spurting wildly into the air like a gruesome fountain. + +He didn’t need to see the full scene to know what had happened. Bodies were being torn apart, devoured alive. But what truly caught his attention was not the carnage itself—it was the blood shadow flickering amid the chaos. + +His eyes narrowed. Another Blood Ghost King. + +The aura was nearly identical to the one he had just slain—ruthless, bloodthirsty, and incredibly powerful. Max’s face turned grave. ’So, there’s more than one roaming here...’ + +It was just as the elder had warned: this swamp was a graveyard waiting to happen. He had made the right decision leaving. + +Without hesitation, he turned away from the battle and quickened his pace, vanishing deeper into the fog-covered wilderness, each step bringing him closer to safety—and further from the monsters that lurked in the dark. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-825.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-825.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c019f6b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-825.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 819: Being used as a Distraction" +slug: "ch-825" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 825 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1202 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Although the secret domain was vast—seemingly endless with countless dangerous terrains and forbidden zones—many of the participants had been deliberately scattered across the outer regions under the arrangement of the elders who opened the portal. It wasn’t random at all, but a calculated decision meant to prevent immediate large-scale conflict between forces. + +The seven overlord factions alone had sent at least twenty-five members each, and when combined with the independent geniuses and sect disciples from across the thousands of regions within the Middle Domain, the total number of people in the secret domain exceeded a thousand. + +Naturally, with the scale of such deployment, it wasn’t surprising that fifty to sixty individuals had ended up scattered across the area known as the Black Mist Swamp. A number far too large for such a cursed land. + +Unfortunately for them, they had become prey. + +The Blood Ghost King, and perhaps others like it, saw them not as cultivators but as a feast. Most of the people here were geniuses, yes, but even geniuses had limits—especially when thrown into the jaws of such a ferocious monster. + +Many of them were merely at the 1st or 2nd level of the Legend Rank, and even the strongest among them didn’t exceed the 3rd level. + +Against the power and savage instincts of the Blood Ghost King, they stood no chance. One after another, they were slaughtered, their heads twisted off, their bodies left as headless corpses soaking in pools of their own blood. The fog trembled with screams, and the swamp began to resemble a hellish slaughterhouse. + +Those who witnessed even a glimpse of the massacre fled in terror, running in every direction without order or coordination, driven only by the primal urge to survive. + +Swish! + +Max, however, did not stop. He had already seen the worst this place could throw at him and knew full well that no amount of righteous fury or sympathy would protect him in the secret domain. He wasn’t here to play hero. + +His goal was growth, survival, and supremacy. He turned away from the bloody chaos erupting behind him and walked calmly, his breath even, his expression cold. The screams of the dying echoed through the black fog—pleas for help, cries of desperation, blood gurgling from open throats.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +But Max didn’t even glance back. He hadn’t come here to save strangers. + +They meant nothing to him. + +But then, suddenly— + +"Big brother, save me!" a voice rang out from behind him. It was desperate, trembling, and—unlike the others—directed at him. + +A girl came running toward Max, her bare feet splashing through the swamp water, toes gleaming like delicate jade under the faint glow of the mist. She had a petite frame, almost fragile in appearance, and looked so sweet and well-behaved that anyone would instinctively want to protect her. + +But Max knew better. He recognized her immediately—Luna, the daughter of the elusive and powerful leader of the Obsidian Order. Her face, though flushed with panic, carried a strange charm, a mixture of innocence and mischief, and as she rushed forward calling out for help, her doe-like eyes pleaded with Max in a way that could melt most hearts. + +Max, however, was not most people. He turned his head in surprise upon seeing her but felt more annoyance than concern. He hadn’t expected someone like her to end up in this cursed swamp with him, especially not being chased by a Blood Ghost King. Still, despite her appearance, she wasn’t ordinary. + +Though she was only at the 3rd level of Legend Rank, her speed was incredible. Max knew the bloodthirsty monster wouldn’t have spared her if she had faltered even a second. She had to be using something—some special technique or innate ability to survive this long. + +That’s why, instead of feeling pity, Max inwardly cursed. He was certain she was trying to use him as a distraction, to throw the monster off her trail by dragging him into it. + +And knowing her background, Max didn’t believe for a second that the young miss of the Obsidian Order would walk into the secret domain without at least a few powerful life-saving methods. His instincts screamed for him to avoid entanglement, so he didn’t even stop. He just kept moving forward, cold and resolute. + +"Stop!" Luna’s voice rang out again, this time with clear urgency and a hint of anger. She stomped lightly mid-run, her tiny brows furrowed as her lips curled into a cute pout of frustration. + +She had never been ignored like this before. Yet at the same time, her eyes sparkled with intrigue. Just how was this guy moving so fast? She could tell he wasn’t using any footwork technique, yet he was outpacing her. + +And that puzzled her greatly. Someone at the 8th level of Master Rank, running faster than her—Luna, the daughter of the Obsidian Order’s ruler, who had practiced one of the best movement techniques in the Middle Domain? That wasn’t just odd, it was unnatural. + +Sword aura radiated faintly from Max, and she began to wonder if he might be from the Absolute Sword Palace. + +She chased after him while muttering to herself, irritation mounting as she glanced back at the incoming Blood Ghost King—its grotesque face snarling with hunger, its claws slicing through the air like death incarnate. + +Realizing that the situation was becoming more dangerous, Luna let out a soft snort and lifted her palm, revealing a shimmering silver rune etched with swirling lines—her Wind Spirit Rune. + +"I only brought three of these into the secret domain," she huffed with an adorably wrinkled nose, clearly displeased at wasting one. Then she shot Max a glare filled with playful vengeance. "You damn guy, you really ignored me? Fine! I’ll make you pay later!" + +With that, she slapped the Wind Spirit Rune against herself. In an instant, gales of wind surged around her body, encasing her petite form in swirling currents. Her speed exploded, nearly doubling as the rune worked its magic. She shot forward like a silver arrow through the fog. + +Max happened to glance back right at that moment, and his face darkened. "This girl... she actually brought a Wind Spirit Rune? That’s not good!" He muttered under his breath. + +The Wind Spirit Rune might only be a sixth-grade rune, but it was tailor-made for escape. It was rare, precious, and outrageously effective in situations like this. + +Now that she was speeding up to catch him, Max knew he couldn’t afford to ignore her anymore. She was about to catch up—and from the look in her eyes, she wasn’t about to let this go easily. + +Seeing Luna getting closer and closer, Max’s face sank like a rock dropped into water. He didn’t have time for this. The Blood Ghost King was still behind him, relentless and savage, and now this little headache of a princess was trying to tail him like they were old friends. + +Gritting his teeth, Max surged his speed again, darting through the mist with his movement enhanced by vital essence, trying desperately to shake her off. But no matter how hard he tried, she kept up—graceful and swift, the power of the Wind Spirit Rune making her practically glide through the black fog. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-826.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-826.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2520d3e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-826.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 820: Annoying Luna" +slug: "ch-826" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 826 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s heart filled with frustration. ’Hateful... this damn little princess...’ He cursed silently. ’If Ieave this fog region, I swear I’ll grab that arrogant little butt of hers and give her a spanking she’ll never forget.’ + +But Luna was annoyingly persistent. Within just a few breaths, she was already shoulder to shoulder with him, her petite frame moving effortlessly beside him, as if they were running together in sync. + +She turned to look at him, her large, glassy eyes shimmering with moisture, lips quivering as if on the verge of tears. "Big brother, save me," she said in the softest, most pitiful tone he’d ever heard. + +Max’s heart actually skipped a beat. For a moment, he felt like he was about to slow down unconsciously. Her voice... her expression... the way her eyes glistened in the gloom—something about it pulled at him. + +But then he snapped back. + +’Wait a second...’ He immediately sensed something off. Was she using a charm technique? Max quickly steadied his mind and narrowed his eyes. His green soul radiated a calming energy like a sword as he resisted the effect. + +Then his expression turned cold, and his voice came out sharp and merciless: "Little girl, get out of here. Now. Or don’t blame me if I catch you and give you a good spanking." + +Luna nearly stumbled in the air. "Sp-Spanking?!" she gasped, staring at him like he’d just grown a second head. + +Her face turned red with fury, and she pointed at Max as if she were about to explode. "Y-You! Do you know who I am?! I’m Luna of the Obsidian Order! The daughter of the—ahh never mind! I ask you for help and not only do you ignore me, you actually threaten me?! You—you’re the worst kind of man! I’ve never seen someone as vile as you in my life!" + +Max, however, had no time for her tantrum. "Roll!" He barked, his tone completely devoid of sympathy. His eyes gleamed coldly in the mist as his speed increased again. + +He didn’t care how pretty or pitiful she looked. Maybe she was a natural-born beauty. Maybe she’d grow up to cause kingdoms to fall just by smiling. But none of that mattered to him now. He had no interest in playing savior to a pampered, arrogant little princess who thought the world revolved around her. + +All he wanted to do was get out of this cursed swamp alive—preferably without dragging along a royal headache. + +"You, you bastard!" Luna’s voice trembled with anger, her big eyes already shimmering with unshed tears as she stared at Max, her delicate face flushed with rage. + +Who did this guy think he was? She wasn’t just any random girl—she was the daughter of the mysterious and feared leader of the Obsidian Order, the little princess of the entire organization. + +From the day she was born, she had lived a life of prestige and pampering. Even her cold and enigmatic father, whose name alone struck fear into half the continent, never once raised his voice at her. Her senior brothers and sisters treated her like a pearl in the palm of their hands. + +Not once in her entire life had she ever been shouted at, let alone told to "roll" by anyone. And now, this arrogant bastard not only dared to yell at her but even threatened to spank her like she was some brat? + +Her hands clenched into tiny fists, trembling. Her pride was wounded, and her temper ignited. Without thinking, she raised her hand to smack him, tears welling up in her furious eyes.𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +"Are you sick?" Max recoiled in disbelief, his own expression twisting into outrage. What kind of logic was this? + +They were being chased by a Blood Ghost King, and she was picking a fight with him? Was this girl actually insane? He couldn’t believe it—rather than running for her life, she chose to vent her frustration on him in the middle of a deadly pursuit. What was wrong with her? + +"You’re the one who’s sick!" Luna snapped, her voice cracking with emotion. Her small hand flew toward him, striking him with real force. Though petite and cute on the outside, she was still a 3rd level Legend Rank expert. + +Her blow wasn’t weak at all, and though Max managed to deflect most of it, the clash of her strength caused his speed to drop. The tension in the air spiked. + +But Luna’s speed also began to decline rapidly—the Wind Spirit Rune’s effects were wearing off. It was only effective for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and that time had clearly passed. The moment the last trace of wind aura faded from around her body, the sound of a guttural, monstrous roar echoed through the swamp. + +"ROAR!" The Blood Ghost King had caught up. + +Its crimson eyes flared with excitement upon seeing the two of them fighting. It was a predator staring at wounded prey, and its bloodlust surged. The chilling fog trembled from the intensity of its killing intent. + +"Not good!" Max’s expression changed, and even Luna’s anger faded into seriousness. She froze for a second, realizing the danger they were in. Max growled, "Girl, stop it now! Do you want to die here?!" + +Instead of backing down, Luna glared at him defiantly. "You can ask me to stop," she said between clenched teeth, "or you can join me in killing that monster!" + +Max turned his head to look at her in disbelief. Despite the dire situation, she still had the gall to argue with him. But he was equally shocked at her strength—she was actually fighting him to a draw just now, and he hadn’t even gone easy. She might be a brat, but she was no ordinary one. + +"I’m not helping," Max said flatly. "That thing is too powerful. Even if we fight together, we’ll lose." It was a lie. He could fight the Blood Ghost King. He’d already killed one just minutes ago. + +But there was no way he was going to show his cards in front of the Obsidian Order’s heiress, especially not someone whose faction specialized in secrets and intelligence. If he revealed his cards in front of her, then it was given the entire Middle Domain would know his abilities later if someone were to inquired about him. + +Helping her now could cost him everything later. + +"Coward," Luna spat, eyes filled with contempt. She looked like she wanted to slap him again. + +"My cowardice has nothing to do with you, little girl," Max said with a sneer, completely unbothered. + +Luna’s lips trembled with fury, but then she took a deep breath and said, "Fine. Just hold that monster back for a while, and I’ll kill it myself." + +Max narrowed his eyes. "You have a way?" + +"Of course I do," she snapped, puffing out her chest. "Just hold him off for a bit, and don’t die!" + +Max frowned but then nodded slightly. ’Right... she’s not just some spoiled princess—she’s from the Obsidian Order. She might actually have something up her sleeve.’ "Fine," he said. "I’ll stall it. But you’d better move fast." + +"I got it!" Luna huffed, already reaching into her spatial ring. + +Just then, the Blood Ghost King let out another savage roar and rushed toward them, its fangs gleaming with cold, blood-drenched malice, and its claws swinging down like crimson guillotines. The real battle was about to begin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-827.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-827.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e80b31c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-827.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 821: Blood Crystal" +slug: "ch-827" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 827 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max held his ground, the blade in his hand gleaming with a fierce, cold light. His sword radiated the power of the level 2 concept of the severing sword, and when the Blood Ghost King’s claws came crashing down like a crimson avalanche, Max didn’t dodge—he met it head-on. + +Bang! + +The impact rang out like thunder, and for a brief second, both Max and the Blood Ghost King were frozen in a deadlock, neither backing down. But that moment of stillness didn’t last. + +Bang, bang, bang! + +A series of deafening shockwaves erupted between them, as energy burst out in every direction from the force of their clash. Max’s feet slid back slightly on the ground, while cracks spread beneath them like spiderwebs. The swamp trembled under the sheer weight of their battle. + +From a short distance away, Luna stood with widened eyes, her mouth slightly agape. She had expected Max to slow the monster down, maybe buy her some time—not meet it blow for blow like an equal. "Huh..." she muttered, honestly surprised. "He actually stopped it..." + +"Silly girl, hurry up!" Max shouted through gritted teeth as he held back the monster’s relentless strength. + +"I told you not to call me that!" Luna snapped, grinding her teeth. "Call me that one more time, and I swear I’ll leave you here and walk away!" + +"Don’t do that!" Max shouted back in mock panic, pretending to plead for mercy. "I give up, okay?! You win!" + +Luna smirked smugly, her lips curling up in triumph. With a huff, she pulled out a small piece of rune paper from her storage ring and focused her aura. The rune was no larger than her palm, a deep oceanic blue with tiny arcs of lightning crawling across its surface like living snakes. + +It crackled ominously in her hand as if alive, and the air around it instantly grew heavy with static. When Max caught sight of it, his brows lifted in genuine surprise. "An 7th rank lightning rune?" + +Indeed, lightning runes were rare artifacts forged by harnessing pure natural lightning and infusing it with spiritual power and mana. + +Their ranks determined how powerful the resulting attack would be, and anything above the 6th rank was rarely seen outside of high-ranking forces and empires. + +An 7th rank rune was already comparable to the full-force strike of a late-stage Legend Rank expert—more than enough to annihilate even something like a Blood Ghost King. + +"I didn’t expect you, a bastard, to be so knowledgeable," Luna said, tossing him a sidelong glance filled with both mockery and faint approval. Her tone was still sharp, but she was no longer scolding him with the same fury as before. + +Then she focused. Her small hands, snow-white and almost translucent under the crackling light, pressed together in a practiced seal formation. Streams of pure spiritual power flowed out from her fingertips, swirling around the rune as she activated it. + +The rune began to hum and buzz, blue light rising from it like a beacon. It floated into the air and began to expand, growing until it was the size of a round table. Lightning danced wildly along its surface, arcs of blue and white streaking out, snapping like whips, and illuminating the murky darkness of the swamp. + +The entire sky above the Black Mist Swamp seemed to respond, rumbling as faint thunderclouds began to form. With every passing second, the rune gathered more power, and the smell of ozone flooded the air. Max could feel it. The power in that rune was real—and once it was unleashed, the Blood Ghost King would be in for a hell of a shock. + +The Blood Ghost King let out a thunderous roar, not of dominance, but of fear. Its eyes, glowing red like burning coals, darted toward the glowing lightning rune above Luna’s head. It had sensed the danger. The moment the rune activated, it had become visibly frantic, trying to flee into the dark fog. But it was already too late. + +Max, seeing this, immediately shouted, "Hurry up!" + +Luna, equally fired up, snapped back, "Asshole, get out of my way!" + +She raised her delicate hand and pointed up. The massive rune above her buzzed violently, and then, with a burst of force that split the air, unleashed a lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket. It shot through the air with a blinding flash, crossing the distance between the sky and the Blood Ghost King in the blink of an eye.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +The beast shrieked and tried to escape with its unnaturally fast speed, but the rune’s lightning was on another level—it moved ten times faster than the monster. In an instant, it struck the Blood Ghost King’s blood-red body. + +And then... all hell broke loose. Hundreds of arcs of lightning wrapped around the creature like a spider’s web, binding it in a cage of pure energy. Blinding light filled the swamp. The crackling of electricity roared across the sky as the swamp lit up in blue and white. A wave of raw, terrifying lightning energy swept outward in a dome. + +Max and Luna didn’t even hesitate—they both leapt back, forming vital essence shields around themselves as they retreated rapidly from the incoming blast. + +Bang! + +In the next instant, the Blood Ghost King exploded in a violent burst of flesh, blood, and light. Chunks of red rained down like a gruesome storm. Had they not shielded themselves, they would’ve been drenched in gore. + +Panting slightly, Max glanced at Luna, who looked just as relieved. The monster was finally dead. But before they could even exchange a word, Luna suddenly gasped and pointed to the air. + +Floating where the Blood Ghost King had been was a glowing, blood-red crystal—about the size of a fist. It pulsed gently like a living heart, gleaming like polished red agate. "Blood crystal?" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as if she had found treasure. + +Without hesitation, she reached out eagerly. But just as her fingers were about to touch it, the blood crystal vanished from the air with a small flicker. She froze. Then her expression turned stormy. "Asshole! Give the blood crystal to me!" she shouted, spinning to glare at Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-828.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-828.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52ab4f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-828.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 822: Getting Rid of Luna" +slug: "ch-828" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 828 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood a few steps away, calmly turning the blood crystal in his fingers. It glimmered under the faint light, and he could feel it—an intense chill, a strong presence of blood energy swirling within it like mist. It didn’t feel like the monster cores or spirit stones he’d encountered before. This was something else entirely. + +He tilted his head and looked at Luna with curiosity. "Little girl," he said teasingly, ignoring her fuming expression, "what exactly is this blood crystal?" He smiled faintly, his voice laced with amusement. + +"Come on, tell me about it." His tone was playful, but his mind was sharp—he wanted to know why this crystal didn’t appear when he killed the previous Blood Ghost King. This one must be different... or something special had triggered it. Either way, he was determined to learn what made this shimmering red stone so valuable. + +"Go to hell!" Luna shrieked, her rage boiling over. Her voice, usually soft and sweet, now trembled with fury as she lunged at Max, her palm glowing with energy. + +Max, ever calm, casually shifted his body to the side, dodging the attack like he was avoiding a falling leaf. He smirked, teasing her in a relaxed tone, "Forget it, why are you so angry? Girl, you’re too young to be ruining your skin with stress—get angry too often and you’ll wrinkle early." + +Luna nearly exploded. Her delicate face flushed with rage, her breathing sharp. "Damn it, I’ll make you pay!" She shouted, and with that, she attacked wildly, throwing palm strikes and kicks at Max like a furious storm, her tiny figure filled with surprising strength and speed. + +But Max remained completely at ease, evading her strikes with playful ease, dodging left, weaving right, never retaliating—just smiling like he was enjoying a child’s tantrum. "Little girl, save your energy. You’re not going to beat me in a million years," he said, laughing, which only fueled her anger more. + +Luna’s pretty eyes were blazing now. "You, you—argh! Okay then! You bastard! I’m going to show you how powerful I am!" She yelled, and with a flick of her wrist, she reached into her storage ring, clearly about to summon something. + +Max’s expression changed instantly. His instincts flared like alarms. ’Not good.’ He had already seen her pull out a Wind Spirit Rune and then a high-grade Lightning Rune. Who knew what other tricks she had hidden in that ring?𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +The last thing he wanted was to get blasted again in the middle of the Black Mist Swamp. Without a second thought, Max rushed forward and grabbed her wrist firmly before she could take anything out. + +"Ah! What are you doing?! Let me go!" Luna screamed, struggling to break free, her small frame writhing in frustration. Her face, flushed with anger just moments ago, suddenly turned pale. + +She looked up at Max, whose black vital essence now faintly enveloped his body, his aura cold and forceful. Her wide crystal-clear eyes, which were brimming with tears of frustration earlier, now shimmered with the tiniest trace of fear. + +Max leaned slightly closer, his grip unrelenting, and gave a half-smile. "What am I doing?" he repeated slowly, his tone playful but with a sharp edge. "I’m teaching you a little lesson. So that you remember—just because you’re the pampered little princess of some mysterious order doesn’t mean you can throw tantrums at anyone you want. The world’s a lot bigger than your Obsidian Order, and I’m not someone you can boss around." + +"You...?" Luna’s face flushed with anger, but before she could speak further, Max grabbed her wrist and stared at her with a stern expression. + +"Alright, enough!" he said sharply. "You’ve been acting spoiled and unreasonable ever since we met. Do you think this is a playground?" + +Luna’s eyes widened. "Let go of me!" she snapped, but Max didn’t budge. His grip was firm—not painful, but enough to make it clear he wasn’t playing games anymore. + +"What are you doing?" she asked, clearly flustered now, her voice less confident than before. + +Max leaned in slightly, his voice calm but cold. "I’m teaching you a lesson. You think you can run around commanding people just because of your background? You nearly got us both killed back there." + +Luna tried to pull away again but couldn’t. Her eyes welled up with frustration—not fear, but embarrassment. "You’re a jerk!" she shouted, kicking at the ground. + +Max let go of her wrist and took a step back. "I don’t care if you’re the princess of the Obsidian Order or the queen of the Four God Nation," he said flatly. "If you’re going to survive in this secret domain, you better grow up fast." + +For a second, Luna didn’t say anything. She just stood there, staring at him with those wide, crystal eyes—part anger, part shock, and part... realization. + +She finally turned away, fists clenched, and muttered, "This isn’t over, you bastard." + +Max chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "If I got a coin every time someone said that to me, I’d be rich by now." + +Luna spun around and shot him one last glare before storming off, her bare feet splashing softly in the mud as she disappeared into the mist. + +Max exhaled deeply, shook his head, and walked in the opposite direction. "Trouble magnet," he muttered to himself. "Why do I always attract the weird ones?" + +After letting out a couple more carefree laughs, Max finally stepped out of the eerie Black Mist Swamp. With the Blood Ghost King already reduced to nothing more than dust, the most dangerous entity in that cursed fog was gone. + +While there could still be some weaker monsters lurking within, they didn’t pose much of a threat to someone like Max anymore. As for the blood crystal he snatched up during the fight—it remained a mystery. He didn’t know its function or value, but its chilling energy and dense blood power made it clear that it wasn’t ordinary. + +Without wasting time pondering over it, Max placed the crystal into a sealed jade box and stored it away carefully, planning to investigate its nature once he had access to proper resources outside the secret domain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-829.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-829.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..919a8de --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-829.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 823: Azure Wolf Mountain" +slug: "ch-829" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 829 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Two hours of cautious travel later, Max finally emerged from the thick black fog, his boots touching solid ground once more. He turned back to look at the suffocating darkness behind him. The swamp remained as silent and deadly as ever. He wondered, just how many geniuses and members of the elite forces had lost their lives in that place? + +The secret domain was vast, but time was limited. Only three months. There were more than a dozen unique trial zones to explore, and each one held secrets, treasures, and brutal tests. Max knew he had no time to waste. + +Another hour of steady travel brought him to a new location, and the landscape transformed dramatically. In the distance stood a towering mountain, its form fierce and majestic—Azure Wolf Mountain. + +According to the map given to him by the elders, this was one of the important sites in the outer ring of the domain. From afar, the mountain resembled a massive wolf howling toward the heavens, which explained its name. + +Oddly enough, while the surrounding lands showed no signs of snowfall, Azure Wolf Mountain was entirely coated in snow. Not just any snow—it was crystalline, shimmering faintly with a silver-blue light under the sun, giving the entire mountain a surreal, sacred aura. It almost looked like a frozen wolf god standing vigilant over the land. + +As Max reached the foot of the mountain, a biting cold swept over him. The drop in temperature was so extreme it felt like he had stepped into a different world altogether. Without hesitation, he activated his black flames, letting the black flames wrap around him in a protective shell, driving away the frost that tried to invade his bones. + +With each step, the mountain welcomed him with harsher wind and deeper snow, yet he pressed on, undeterred. The terrain was barren of any small plants or shrubs, but the land wasn’t empty. All across the slopes stood towering trees, each as wide as a round table and stretching hundreds of feet into the sky. + +Coated with layers of ice and glistening snow, these frozen sentinels looked like giants molded from winter itself—silent guardians of Azure Wolf Mountain. Max moved carefully. His every sense was alert, and his pace deliberate. The map had a warning: this mountain was home to a terrifying beast—the Snow Bear. + +Unlike ordinary creatures, the Snow Bear was known to possess high intelligence, immense strength, and could manipulate the ice element to a terrifying degree. + +"Okay, let’s go there," Max muttered to himself after studying the map again, his eyes narrowing in determination. He had already conquered the Black Mist Swamp and crossed Azure Wolf Mountain’s lower ridges, but time was ticking. + +According to the markings, there were hidden treasures somewhere to the west of the mountain range—potentially rare elixirs or herbs that could aid his strength. + +Without wasting another second, he made his move. In a flash, Max’s figure blurred, then vanished into a streak of blue lightning as he shot westward, leaping effortlessly between frozen rocks and ancient icy trees.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +The terrain changed quickly under his feet. The further west he went, the steeper and more unforgiving Azure Wolf Mountain became. The giant trees that dotted the snowy slopes only grew larger, their frosted trunks wide as fortress walls, their snow-laden branches groaning under the weight of decades of winter. + +The climb was brutal, but Max’s Three Dimensional Body allowed him to scale near-vertical cliffs and leap across deep crevasses with ease. + +After a while, he came to a high vantage point and paused to catch his breath, standing tall amidst the biting wind. His gaze swept across the mountain ridges—sharp, silver-white lines cutting through the landscape like the spine of a colossal silver dragon. + +The glint of snow under the sun painted the scene in an almost ethereal light. It was beautiful—but still, no trace of the elixir mentioned in the map. Max frowned slightly. The map had been detailed, and yet, the flower or herb it described seemed completely missing. + +He scanned again, his eyes sharp, when something caught his attention—a narrow, vertical cliff face to the northwest, where the mountain suddenly dropped like a frozen waterfall, forming a deep canyon below. Dense cold air rolled upward from the rift like smoke, heavier and sharper than the cold air on the surface. + +Realizing this might be where the treasure was hidden, Max didn’t rush recklessly. He knew that moving too fast in such terrain could disturb the snow layers above, and the last thing he wanted was to trigger an avalanche. He slowed down, his feet silent as shadows, and descended the slanted slope with practiced grace. + +The cold bit into his skin, forcing him to activate his black flames and wrap himself in a layer of vital essence. When he finally reached the mouth of the canyon and looked down, an intense chill surged upward, biting through the air like invisible knives. He strengthened his protection and activated his Three Dimensional Body, sending waves of perception across the icy landscape. + +Then—he saw it. + +A faint glimmer, like a star blinking in daylight, flickered on the edge of the canyon wall far below. Focusing his senses, Max could see it more clearly now. A flower. + +But not just any flower—this one looked like a snow lotus carved from jade, with petals layered delicately, each one glistening as if dusted with crushed pearls. It grew defiantly on the sheer cliffside, basking in the freezing wind as if it drew strength from the cold itself. + +"Sword Energy Snow Lotus?" Max blinked, stunned for a moment, then grinned wide with joy. This was no ordinary herb—it was a rare flower known for enhancing sword energy comprehension and vitality. + +To find it here, growing quietly on the edge of death, was beyond lucky. He hadn’t expected this trip west to yield such a powerful reward—but clearly, Azure Wolf Mountain still held its share of wonders. + +But it wasn’t surprising. Azure Wolf Mountain, a place that had stood unmoving and unchanged for countless years, blanketed in snow and frost, was the perfect birthplace for such a natural treasure. + +Upon reflection, it made sense—a place so ancient and undisturbed was bound to birth miracles. The Sword Energy Snow Lotus was beautiful, exquisite even, and radiated a sharp, yet calm aura unique to sword-type spiritual herbs. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-83.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-83.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8d979de --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-83.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 83: Humiliation" +slug: "ch-83" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 83 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1284 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Killian stared at Max, unable to accept the scene before him. Max stood unharmed after his attack—the ultimate attack, one he had complete confidence in, one he had poured everything into. + +"What happened? Even after using the technique, I lost... how?" he muttered blankly. + +He took a step back, breathing heavily. The realization hit him like a tidal wave—his greatest strength, everything he had relied on, was nothing before Max. "How?" he whispered looking at Max, his voice cracking. "How... are you so strong?" + +Max didn’t answer. Instead, he merely stared at him with those piercing eyes, a smile never leaving his face. + +Killian staggered back, unable to comprehend it. His hand trembled, his chest tightening as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. + +He had lost—to someone four levels below him—despite using his ultimate move, one he had 100% confidence would get the job done. + +Yet, he was defeated. The ultimate attack, the one he would use only when his life was on the line, had been blocked easily. + +"How?" He questioned himself. + +The strength he had worked so hard to attain, the years of training, the power he had always counted on—it all felt meaningless. He had poured everything into this fight, only to be outclassed by someone who hadn’t even broken a sweat. + +"Am I that weak?" He wondered, despair creeping in. + +The ground beneath him seemed to grow distant, his thoughts becoming muddled as despair sank in. He had been so sure, so confident, but now it all felt like a lie. His sword, his lightning, his skills—none of it mattered. + +"I... I can’t…" Killian muttered, his eyes losing their sharpness. He dropped his sword, the weight of it too much to bear, his gaze blank as he stared at Max. + +"That’s it? That’s the genius of the Blade Family?" Max’s voice reached his ears, causing him to look toward Max, but he only saw a blur of shadow before a piercing pain shot through his stomach. Almost immediately after, he found himself gliding through the air. + +His body crashed to the ground. + +Max appeared in front of him, lifting him by his hair. "Where did the pride of being a Blade go?" he asked, delivering a punch to his gut. + +"Is this really the strength of someone who has reigned at the top of the Novice Rankings in the Battle Realm for years?" Another punch followed, causing Killian to violently cough. + +"Are you truly a member of the legendary Blade Family?" Max continued, his tone dripping with mockery. Another punch connected, leaving Killian gasping and trembling. + +Max’s eyes darkened, cruelty amplifying his expression as old wounds resurfaced in his mind. Memories of being cornered by Elena, of feeling powerless and humiliated, fueled his burning hatred. + +"I heard the Blades are supposed to be powerful," Max said, venom dripping from his words. "Some even say they’re the strongest of their generation. But what about you? You—Killian Blade—can’t even defeat someone four levels below you. How could you lose so pathetically, despite all your so-called heritage?" + +Each word was a dagger to Killian’s pride, every question driving him closer to the abyss. He clenched his fists weakly, his mind spiraling as despair clawed at his heart. + +Max delivered one final blow. "You are too weak." + +Killian went numb hearing those words. All his life, he had been hailed as one of the finest geniuses of the Blade Family. He was used to people cheering him, to winning, to hearing how strong he was, to seeing others’ jealousy over his strength. + +But he had never expected that he would one day hear the phrase "You are too weak" from one of his opponents. + +Experience new tales on freewebnovel.com + +In that moment, all his pride, all his confidence, and everything he had grown proud of shattered before his eyes. All that remained was a bottomless void threatening to devour him in the darkness of despair. + +"Useless." Max said in disdain, seeing the light in Killian’s eyes fade, replaced by dark despair. + +He threw him to the ground. "You’re better off in the dirt." + +Max looked at Killian’s despair-filled eyes and smiled coldly. + +"I thought Blades were supposed to be strong," he sneered, kicking Killian on the ground. "But it turns out they’re nothing but utter disappointments." + +"You’re weak." Another kick. + +"Your Blade family is full of trash." Another kick. + +"You worthless piece of shit." Another. + +Max crouched down, his face inches away from Killian’s battered, bloodied visage. A sly, venomous sneer twisted his features as he spoke, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel. + +"If I were you," Max said coldly, his words laced with mockery, "I’d die before showing my face in public after this." + +Killian’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as Max’s words sank deeper than any physical blow. + +"Think about it..." Max continued, his voice almost a whisper, yet dripping with malice. "What would people say about the so-called genius of the Blade Family? A prodigy who couldn’t even defeat someone four levels below him?" + +These words drilled into Killian’s mind, bringing his already hopeless world crashing down. + +"Imagine the shame you’ll bring to the Blade Family—if they even have any left," Max said, leaning in closer, his cruel grin widening. "Picture the mocking faces of those watching, the whispers behind your back. They’ll call you trash... no, the trash of trashes. The goldest trash of all." + +And at last, he became so consumed by the pain Max had inflicted upon him that he finally lost consciousness. + +"I expected more from a Blade like you," Max uttered in disappointment before kicking Killian hard, crushing his body into pieces that scattered into red light particles and vanished. + +--- + +The entire Battle Realm descended into an eerie silence, suffocating even the faintest whispers. From the very beginning to the bitter end, the crowd watched in stunned disbelief as Max dismantled Killian—physically, mentally, and emotionally. + +Shock rippled through the onlookers like a tidal wave, leaving many frozen in place. Stunned expressions painted their faces, their minds struggling to process what had unfolded. + +Killian, the undefeated genius of the Blade Family, reduced to a broken shell by someone four levels beneath him—this was beyond comprehension. + +But it wasn’t just shock that gripped the audience. Unease slithered into their hearts, a gnawing discomfort at the sheer brutality of Max’s actions. His cold words, his calculated strikes, and the way he forced Killian into despair felt too deliberate, too merciless. + +Whispers began to spread like wildfire. + +"Did he really humiliate the Blade Family like that?" + +"Max… he’s terrifying." + +"I can’t believe Killian lost like this. It’s unreal." + +For some, Max’s dominance inspired awe, but for others, it struck fear. This wasn’t just a battle—it was a display of how far someone would go to crush their opponent. + +The cruel way Max dragged Killian into despair sent chills down their spines. They couldn’t comprehend how a 15-year-old could be so ruthless. But one thing became clear through this battle: + +Max wasn’t just strong. He was ruthless, merciless, and fearless. + +Meanwhile the situation near the hall of the Novice Rankings was entirely different. + +The members of the Blade Family stood rigid, their fists clenched so tightly their knuckles turned white. Their faces burned with the unmistakable sting of humiliation, each expression a mirror of their collective disgrace. But beneath the shame, a darker emotion seethed—an intense, unrelenting rage. + +The humiliation Max had inflicted on them wasn’t something they could simply endure. He hadn’t just defeated Killian; he had tarnished the Blade Family’s name, dragging it through the mud for all to see. + +Just at that moment Max came out of his cube. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-830.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-830.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05e78d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-830.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 824: Sword Energy Snow Lotus" +slug: "ch-830" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 830 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1015 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As Max held it, a delicate chill surged into his palm, immediately biting through his flesh and crawling into his bones. It wasn’t painful, just powerful—pure sword energy mixed with natural cold, a phenomenon unique to this kind of spiritual flower. + +But despite its beauty and potency, Max’s excitement dulled slightly when he realized it hadn’t yet reached the fabled thousand-year mark. A true Millennium Sword Energy Snow Lotus was a rare seventh-rank treasure that could cause sword comprehension to skyrocket, sometimes even pushing to the next level. + +This one, while valuable, was likely still a few decades short of that legendary age. Even so, Max was far from disappointed. He knew that with his Dimension of Time and his understanding of sword concept, even this slightly younger lotus could help refine and possibly push his level 2 Severing Sword Concept from intermediate to the advanced stage. + +That alone made the trip worth it. + +Just as Max was about to store the lotus carefully, a sharp, primal sense of danger erupted through his body like lightning. His Three Dimensional Body instantly went on high alert, and his perception scanned the area in every direction. + +That’s when he noticed it—the cold air, already dense and bone-chilling, suddenly surged like an incoming tide, no longer passive but violent, as if it were alive. Max’s expression darkened. He lightly stepped back, shifting his weight just in time. + +Then— + +"Swish, swish, swish." + +The entire canyon erupted. A violent storm of icy wind roared upward, and the cold air condensed so rapidly that frozen mist turned into solid frost in an instant. Below his feet, the energy he’d been using to keep himself light and mobile solidified, froze, and cracked like thin glass, sending him momentarily plunging before he leapt back. + +"Bang!"𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +From beneath the canyon, a louder, more vicious blast resounded. The frozen cold exploded outward like shrapnel, and in the next instant, dozens of sharp, gleaming, diamond-shaped ice cones burst from the ground below—each one a spear of death, seeking to pierce through Max like he was prey caught in a trap. They were fast and vicious, spiraling upward in a deadly wave. + +Max’s pupils shrank. His figure blurred. In the same breath, he raised his Blue Dragon Sword and poured both black flames and the power of his Severing Sword Concept into it. The blade howled as black flames wreathed its edge, slicing down with crushing heat and aggression. + +The contrast between fire and frost created a violent clash—ice cones hissed and cracked under the intense heat, steam exploding from the impact as they shattered midair into glistening shards. + +The force of his strike pushed the cold back for a brief moment, breaking the ambush and giving him just enough space to breathe. His face, though composed, showed a flicker of fury. + +"What is it? Hiding in the dark, trying to take what’s mine?" Max’s voice was low, dangerous, as his sharp gaze cut into the foggy canyon. "If you want this, then come take it from me." + +"Roar!" A deafening cry split through the air as a silver-white blur erupted from the canyon floor like a lightning bolt of frost. It coiled in mid-air, its massive body nearly ten feet long and as thick as a bucket, glistening under the pale mountain light. Its scales shimmered like polished silver, flashing as it moved, reflecting both cold and fury. + +The creature’s body rippled with barely-contained strength as it hovered in the air, its long serpentine form undulating with tension. A thin, forked silver tongue lashed out again and again, tasting the frigid wind, while its eyes—dark, predatory, and full of venomous rage—locked onto Max. + +That thing was no ordinary beast. It radiated the pressure of a 3rd level Legend Rank, and its killing intent was as sharp as ice spikes. + +"Ice snake?" Max muttered, his gaze narrowing as recognition dawned. His voice remained calm, but inwardly, he was already analyzing the situation. Ice snakes were rare, cold-type beasts that nested only in eternally frozen places, and this one had clearly made Azure Wolf Mountain its home. + +But this wasn’t just any territorial guardian. With his insight, Max quickly pieced it together—the Sword Energy Snow Lotus he had picked must have been under the snake’s watch. It was likely acting as the guardian beast, waiting for the lotus to mature into a full thousand-year-old treasure, which it would then consume to trigger its own breakthrough into a higher realm. + +But Max had harvested it early, cutting off that path. No wonder the snake was livid. Its eyes practically screamed vengeance. + +Max narrowed his gaze, held up the lotus, and addressed the creature coldly. "Little snake, I wanted the lotus, and now it’s mine. I’ll say this once—leave, and I’ll let you go. Stay, and I won’t show mercy." + +His tone was cold and firm, filled with calm confidence, but the Ice Snake was beyond reason. Its entire body quivered with killing intent. + +With a chilling hiss, it opened its wide maw and unleashed a barrage of deadly ice cones, each one sharp enough to puncture steel and infused with terrifying freezing energy. The icy barrage flew toward Max like a rainstorm of spears. + +"Heh," Max sneered. His body moved before the attack even landed. With a single fluid motion, he raised the Blue Dragon Sword, already glowing with the power of the level 2 Severing Sword Concept. Black flames erupted from the blade like a wild dragon, burning fiercely even amidst the overwhelming cold. + +In the next instant, Max slashed down without hesitation. His sword tore through the oncoming ice barrage, evaporating it midair in a burst of fire and steam, before continuing forward in a single straight arc. + +The black flame-cloaked sword cleaved through the air—and through the Ice Snake itself. Its scaled body split in two cleanly from head to tail, collapsing onto the icy canyon floor with a muffled thud as black flames devoured what remained of its life force. + +Max’s expression remained cold, his sword still humming softly in his hand. "I warned you." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-831.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-831.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f3a51b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-831.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 825: Kevin Voss" +slug: "ch-831" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 831 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1117 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Meanwhile, from the eastern ridge of Azure Wolf Mountain, a new figure emerged—a young man clad in green robes, moving cautiously up the slope. He was protected by a shimmering shell of vital essence and stepped lightly, clearly aware of the dangers of this ancient snowy region. + +His eyes scanned his surroundings with keen interest, clearly searching for something specific. As he reached a halfway point up the slope, his gaze swept across the cliff wall—and then it stopped. A glimmer of awe lit up in his expression. + +Just above him, nestled against the cliff face and bathed in soft snowlight, was a spiritual flower that seemed to glow with its own ethereal brilliance. Its petals were like frost-forged crystal, exuding a fine mist of pure spiritual energy. + +"Ice Spirit Flower?" + +The young man in green shirt was overjoyed, his face was flushed. He had not thought that he had such good luck that he could find such a magical medicine as the Ice Spirit Flower. + +He was so excited that he let go of the protective shield and picked the ice spirit flowers with one hand. + +But at this moment, a snow-white insect as thick as a little finger and about an inch long crawled out from the pistil of the Ice Spirit Flower and bit the back of his hand. Blood splattered everywhere and the young man in green screamed in pain. + +Immediately, his palms froze at a speed visible to the naked eye and he could not move at all. + +"Frost Snow Silkworm?" He whispered, voice trembling. The tiny, pale-blue insect sat perched atop the pistil of a glowing Ice Spirit Flower, its body semi-transparent like frozen silk, but its eyes shimmered with a murderous gleam. + +Before he could react, the silkworm lunged, its tiny jaws gleaming with frost. Panic surged through him. His face turned pale as a sickening numbness spread through his body. He staggered back, clutching his bitten wrist where purplish-black veins were already starting to form, his lips trembling and turning the same hue. + +The realization hit him—Frost Snow Silkworm venom was no trivial matter. With its bite, his veins had been damaged, his strength already waning. + +Then came the sound—a loud, ominous buzzing from behind, like the thunderous beat of a thousand wings. He turned, and his heart dropped. + +A dense swarm of black, winged insects descended from the mist, their bodies small but twitching with bloodthirsty madness. "Bloodthirsty black bugs?" he gasped, eyes wide with dread. + +The fear in his expression deepened when a calm voice echoed from the mist. + +"Haha, you actually recognized them. Good... That just means I can’t let you live." A tall figure stepped out of the white haze. Dressed in flowing black robes, his long dark hair fluttering gently in the wind, he looked like a phantom. His skin was unnaturally pale, almost like polished ivory, and his presence was cold and oppressive. The young man in green immediately froze in terror as recognition struck him like lightning. + +"You... you’re from the Void Soul Tower?" His voice cracked, nearly swallowed by fear. It wasn’t just any member—this was Kevin Voss, one of the most terrifying 3-star geniuses from that cursed faction. Whispers about Kevin’s brutality had long circulated across the Middle Domain. + +Rumors said he had killed a full-fledged Legend Rank warrior while still in the Champion Rank. Now at the 6th level of Legend Rank himself, he had become a ghostly executioner, stalking these secret domains like a reaper in the fog. + +Kevin said nothing more. With a casual wave of his hand, the bloodthirsty black bugs surged forward like a black tide. The young man in green didn’t even get the chance to scream properly. He vanished under the writhing swarm, only a muffled, agonized shriek escaping before the sound of tearing flesh and gushing blood echoed off the canyon walls. + +In less than a minute, the swarm receded, revealing a gruesome sight—a blood-drenched skeleton lying atop red-stained snow. + +Kevin walked over with quiet steps, his expression unreadable. He crouched and picked up a single object from the blood-soaked ground—a storage ring. Sliding it onto his finger, he closed his eyes briefly and scanned it with soul force. + +His lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Over fifty thousand Legend Rank cores... not bad," he muttered. "But I still need another one from someone at the third level. Then the bugs will have enough to evolve." + +As he spoke, the black insects that had just devoured the man returned obediently, disappearing into a dark spirit beast pouch tied to his waist. + +With a faint shimmer, the Frost Snow Silkworm fluttered down from the Ice Spirit Flower and nestled itself back within the delicate pistil, as if nothing had happened. + +Kevin rose and dusted himself off, his face calm, devoid of guilt or hesitation. He turned, his black robe trailing in the snow, and silently vanished beneath the cliffs once more—resuming his silent, merciless hunt for treasures and victims, blending into the ancient, deadly stillness of Azure Wolf Mountain like a phantom of death. + +... + +At the base of the towering snow-capped Azure Wolf Mountain, beneath a sky streaked with the pale shimmer of frost and drifting flakes of snow, Max stood tall, his Blue Dragon Sword held firmly in his grasp. + +With a flick of his wrist, the blade arced in a furious dance, slashing both horizontally and vertically, unleashing a storm of sword energy that howled through the cold air like a wrathful spirit. + +Twin silver streaks darted before him—two massive snow-white serpents writhing with ferocity. It turned out, there were more than one snake monster guarding the snow lotus.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +The two had traced Max’s aura down the mountain, their instincts drawn toward the missing Sword Energy Snow Lotus. The moment they located him, they attacked without hesitation, their mouths wide and fangs gleaming with a freezing venom. + +But Max showed no mercy. His Level 2 Severing Sword Concept flared to life, laced with black flames that crackled and twisted like living shadows around the blade’s edge with level 2 Flame Concept. The resulting sword aura engulfed the entire slope in a crisscross of violent cuts and flames, each strike splitting the air and crushing the frost beneath his feet. + +A chorus of booms echoed through the valley as the serpents were struck, their bodies writhing in pain, their scales no match for the twin destructive concept embedded within Max’s blade. + +In mere moments, both ice snakes collapsed with thunderous thuds, their enormous forms twitching before finally lying still. The pristine snow was painted crimson, steaming as the heat of Max’s flames clashed with the icy blood soaking into the mountainside. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-832.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-832.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cc2ccc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-832.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 826: Kill!" +slug: "ch-832" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 832 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1001 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max narrowed his eyes and looked at the two corpses. Though they had put up a fight, they were only at the peak of Champion Rank—not even worth harvesting cores from, as such cores would hardly help in advancing his strength at this stage. + +Just as he was about to move on, a sudden gust of wind swept down from the hill above. "Swish!" Two young men leapt into view, descending gracefully with white robes fluttering behind them. Their clothing was immaculate, snow-white with jade belts around their waists, and their boots—marked by lightning symbols—crackled faintly with residual energy. + +They looked like noble warriors descending from the clouds. + +Max’s gaze sharpened the instant he caught sight of the emblem on their chests—a cloud surrounded by swirling bolts of lightning. His expression hardened. "Thunder Monarch Hall," he muttered under his breath, the weight of the name hanging heavily in the air. Both of them were at the 2nd level of Legend Rank. + +The two men landed, poised and alert, their gazes sweeping across the snow until they locked eyes with Max. Their faces shifted from surprise to recognition, then to thinly veiled hostility. "Max?" one of them muttered, a spark of killing intent flashing through his pupils. + +But then their eyes flicked toward the two bloodied corpses of the giant ice snakes lying at Max’s feet. Realization dawned in their eyes, quickly followed by unease. One of them gave a subtle nod, and the other hissed, "Retreat!" + +They turned without hesitation, clearly deciding that confronting Max here would be unwise after what he had just done to the serpents. + +"Hmph. Think you can run?" Max sneered coldly, his figure blurring as he shot forward like a black bolt of lightning. He had seen the intent in their eyes—murderous and cold. + +They knew him, they had plans to kill him, but had changed their minds only because of his show of strength. But Max knew that if they escaped now, his location would be exposed. Others from the Thunder Monarch Hall—perhaps stronger, more cunning enemies—would descend upon him, making the situation far more complicated. + +He couldn’t allow that.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +There was only one solution—eliminate them before they could speak. + +Max’s sword gleamed with terrifying brilliance as the combined might of his Level 2 Severing Sword Concept and Level 2 Flame Concept burst forth like a tidal wave of destruction. His aura raged like a storm, his black flames crackling violently as he raised the Blue Dragon Sword above his head and murmured with cold intensity, "Crimson Burial Sword Art." + +As the sword fell, a sweeping arc of crimson-black energy howled through the air, setting the snow and wind ablaze in an instant. + +One of the Thunder Monarch Hall men didn’t even have time to scream—his body was cleaved in two from shoulder to hip, sliced cleanly by the devastating sword light. Blood erupted in the air, splashing across the snow like a storm of red petals, dyeing the white mountainside in gore. + +The second man watched in horror, his face turning as pale as the snow beneath his feet. His entire body trembled, knees weakening as he took a faltering step back and stammered, "Don’t kill me... please, I beg you." + +Max didn’t flinch. His eyes were calm, even cold, as he took a step forward, his sword resting lazily against his shoulder. "If I don’t kill you now," he said in a low, emotionless voice, "you’ll return with others to try and kill me later. Isn’t that right?" + +"No, no! I wouldn’t! Please, I swear—" the man pleaded, voice cracking, eyes wide with desperation. + +Max smiled faintly. "I believe you..." he said, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a whisper. "But I believe in the dead more." + +Panic overtook the man’s features and, with a final roar, he summoned all of his strength and lunged toward Max, sword in hand, spirit essence surging around him in a frantic bid for survival. But it was too late. Max’s blade flickered with heat and destruction. In a blur of movement, the sword lashed out once more. + +"Puff!" + +The man’s charge was cut short—his body split apart mid-stride, viscera and shredded flesh raining across the icy ground. Max waved his hand, and a gust of black flames surged from his body, devouring the corpses and turning the blood and flesh into ash. Yet no surge of power followed. No breakthrough. He sighed faintly, disappointment flickering in his eyes. + +"Last time, when I devoured June’s corpse, she was at the fifth level of Legend Rank... That’s probably the threshold," Max muttered, staring at the smoldering ash. "Looks like I’ll need someone stronger than that if I want to level up again." + +He turned and looked toward the vast mountain range ahead. Azure Wolf Mountain stretched across the landscape like a sleeping beast, enormous and majestic, its silver ridges winding from east to west for thousands of feet. It was shaped like a great snow wolf, lying with its head lifted toward the heavens, mouth open in a silent, eternal howl. + +Half a day passed as Max navigated the ancient terrain, using the map’s markings and his Three Dimensional Body to scan hidden corners and treacherous valleys. + +Eventually, he reached a massive canyon deep within the heart of the mountain, its mouth yawning open like the jaws of a beast. Snow gathered thick along the cliffs, and fierce winds howled between the rock walls. + +Just before entering, a thunderous roar shook the ground. + +"Ahhhh—!" + +It wasn’t just the wind—there was something else. The deep, resonating growl of a powerful beast echoed through the valley. + +Max narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, peering into the white mist. From where he stood, he could see brief flashes of multicolored light reflecting off the snow—rainbow-like spiritual energy. Warriors were already inside, engaged in a battle. + +"The snow bear..." Max whispered to himself, his hand tightening on his sword hilt. "Looks like I’m not the only one searching for treasure." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-833.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-833.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54a8314 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-833.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 827: Snow Spirit Flower" +slug: "ch-833" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 833 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1038 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max silently restrained his aura using his green soul and stepped into the icy valley where the screams were heard and the rainbow light was shown. + +Though called a valley, it resembled more of a frozen battlefield—an expansive glacier surrounded by jagged walls of ice, with sharp cones jutting out like spears and the ground slick like polished crystal. + +The cold bit at his skin, but it wasn’t the frost that made him pause—it was the heavy, violent pressure in the air. As he scanned the area, the scene before him was bathed in carnage. + +Five or six massive snow bears, each at least the size of small trucks, lay dead across the ground, their white fur soaked red and their bodies mangled. Trails of blood led deeper into the valley, where more snow bear corpses could be seen scattered like discarded rags. + +Following the trail, Max’s gaze locked onto the chaos unfolding near the mouth of a large snow cave. More than twenty snow bears remained, charging furiously at a single figure standing defiantly between them and the cave’s interior. + +The figure was a tall, bronze-skinned young man clad in a yellow battle robe, gripping a massive iron rod that shimmered with condensed energy. With brutal precision, he crushed skulls, shattered ribs, and sent snow bears flying. + +Each swing of his iron staff created sonic booms and shattered ice beneath his feet. Blood stained his robe, but his expression was wild—ecstatic, fearless, almost enjoying the slaughter. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. That strength, that rod technique, and that attire—it could only mean one thing. He was from the Mountain Gods Valley, a faction known for producing warriors who cultivated strength through sheer brute force and body refinement. + +Max had heard rumors of their brutality and unwavering courage, but seeing it firsthand was different. This warrior—Mack, he soon learned—was impressively at the 6th level of Legend Rank, but he held his own against a tide of equally ranked snow bears, and with frightening ease. + +Suddenly, a voice echoed from the snow cave behind Mack, urgent and strained: "Brother Mack, there is indeed a Snow Spirit Flower here, but the Snow Bear King is inside. I am no match for him. Come and help me." + +The moment "Snow Spirit Flower" was mentioned, both Max and Mack reacted instinctively. Mack’s eyes gleamed like a beast who had smelled prey. + +With a powerful swing that knocked back several charging snow bears, he roared and dove straight into the cave, his iron rod spinning like a whirlwind. The surviving snow bears roared in unison and gave chase, charging after him into the depths of the snow cave with thunderous momentum. + +Max’s expression sharpened. The Snow Spirit Flower—one of the rarest treasures in Azure Wolf Mountain—was now confirmed to be real. But with the Snow Bear King still inside and Mack already engaged, Max knew things were about to get even more chaotic. + +Max silently slipped into the cave, each step calculated and quiet, his aura still restrained by the green soul, blending seamlessly with the cold mist and shadows. His eyes shimmered with a mix of curiosity and greed. + +The Snow Spirit Flower—he had only read about it in ancient records—was a mythical spiritual herb known for its ability to enhance the soul. Soul stat was very mysterious and not many treasures could improve one’s soul and this flower could be greatly boosted by consuming just one. + +For someone like Max, who already had a green soul, this flower could help him achieve a breakthrough to blue soul. He hadn’t expected to find one here—let alone multiple. + +The snow cave was wider than he anticipated, with a ceiling lost in shadows and rows of sharp stalagmites lining both sides of the path like natural spears. + +Surprisingly, many of them glowed with faint blue and white light, illuminating the cave in a soft, ethereal hue that made the battle inside clearly visible. + +In the heart of the cavern, Max saw the fierce scene unfolding. Senior Brother Mack and another Mountain Gods Valley cultivator were locked in a brutal fight against a horde of snow bears. At the center of it all was the Snow Bear King—a monstrous beast nearly three meters tall, covered in thick white fur that shimmered like frost-coated armor. + +Its roars echoed like thunder, and each swipe of its massive claws created howling gales. Its strength was overwhelming, easily on par with a newly advanced 7th level Legend Rank, yet it held its ground like a creature born to rule ice and snow. + +The two Mountain Gods Valley experts, though seasoned and ferocious, were being pushed back. Their iron rods clashed with the beast’s claws and blocked its charge, but they couldn’t pierce its thick hide. Their expressions were grim, sweat freezing on their brows. + +While they fought desperately, Max’s eyes were drawn past the beast to the source of a beautiful, dazzling light. There, nestled in a frost-covered groove behind the Snow Bear King, were five Snow Spirit Flowers. Each one was about the size of a bowl, with translucent, snowflake-like petals that glowed faintly with swirling starlight. + +The patterns on the petals shimmered like constellations in the night sky, giving the illusion that they had been plucked from the heavens themselves. Their brilliance lit up that part of the cave, untouched by the violence ahead. Max’s heart skipped a beat—five of them. + +That alone could completely transform his soul foundation. He could absorb one now, store the others, or even synthesize them with his abilities later. + +But his joy was short-lived as the reality of the situation set in. The Snow Bear King was no ordinary beast, and the two men from Mountain Gods Valley were powerful enemies on their own. + +If Max tried to interfere directly, he’d draw all their attention. Not to mention, with dozens of snow bears still lingering in the cave, the moment he acted recklessly, he’d likely be surrounded. + +Still, Max didn’t panic. He stood hidden in the shadows near the mouth of the cave, lips curling slightly into a thoughtful smirk. The battle was fierce, and even though the Snow Bear King was newly advanced to the 7th level, his natural defense was terrifying. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-834.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-834.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..59945ca --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-834.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 828: Snow Bear King" +slug: "ch-834" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 834 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Mountain Gods Valley duo clearly couldn’t break through any time soon, and the longer the fight dragged on, the more exhausted they’d become. + +Max’s mind began to move swiftly, calculating risk and timing. ’Maybe... I can reap the benefits without lifting a finger.’ His instincts told him that with patience, the opportunity would present itself. For now, he would wait—silent as the snow, sharp as a blade, ready to strike the moment the balance tipped. + +Just then the Snow Bear King roar! + +"AAAOOO!" + +At the roar of the Snow Bear King, the atmosphere inside the cave shifted violently. The thunderous growl echoed across the icy walls like a command from a warlord, and the effect was immediate—dozens of snow bears responded in unison, charging down from the deeper parts of the cave like an avalanche of muscle and frost. + +Their heavy paws pounded the ground, shaking it with each step, and within moments they had flanked the two Mountain Gods Valley members. Trapped between the incoming horde and the towering Snow Bear King, the two cultivators were suddenly overwhelmed. + +Their movements became frantic, coordination began to break down, and their rhythm faltered under the suffocating pressure. + +Max, watching from the shadows with his aura fully suppressed, narrowed his eyes, believing that this was the moment the two would fall. But then, unexpectedly, Senior Brother Mack made a bold move. + +With a shout, he pulled out a palm-sized bead that glowed with a furious red light. Even from a distance, Max could feel the scorching heat radiating from it, completely at odds with the frigid cave. His eyes widened slightly in recognition. "A Fire Bead?" he murmured to himself, surprised. + +The Fire Bead was a special kind of treasure—its creation required the essence of condensed flame to be stabilized and sealed through ancient techniques, something only cultivators at the Mythic Rank or above could accomplish. + +That meant either Mack had strong backing or he had access to extremely rare resources. Either way, this wasn’t something an ordinary Legend Rank cultivator should possess. + +The moment the Fire Bead was revealed, the reaction from the snow bears was immediate. The Snow Bear King’s crimson eyes flared with alarm, and it let out a loud, warning growl. The bears began to slow, hesitation creeping into their steps, but it was too late. + +With a flick of his arm, Mack hurled the Fire Bead into the midst of the snow bears. What followed was a thunderous boom that lit up the cave like a second sun. + +A towering column of fire burst into the air, and tendrils of flame—jagged, serpentine arcs like fiery lightning—raced outward in all directions. + +The explosion was so violent that it cracked nearby stalagmites, sending chunks of ice falling. The fire tore into the tightly packed group of snow bears, igniting their fur and blasting them apart. Bodies were hurled into the air, limbs scorched, roars replaced by agonized wails. + +Some died instantly, while others lay on the ground, badly burned and unable to move. + +Even the Snow Bear King, despite its powerful instincts and dense hide, couldn’t escape unscathed. One of the fire tendrils caught its back mid-turn, and the impact tore through flesh and scorched bone. A trail of blood poured down its thick fur, staining the snow beneath its feet. + +The beast bellowed in pain, the roar shaking the walls and sending shudders through the air. Its round eyes turned bloodshot, brimming with fury and savage intent. It pounded its chest like a war drum, every thud resonating with sheer violence, and then—like a glacier set loose—it charged forward. + +The ground trembled beneath its weight, and the force of frost and killing intent in its wake surged like a tidal wave, freezing the air around it. + +Max, still hidden at the edge of the battlefield, watched the scene with a frown. The Fire Bead had done serious damage, but it hadn’t ended the battle. If anything, it had only enraged the Snow Bear King further. And now, wounded and cornered, the beast was even more dangerous. + +"This... might be my chance," Max muttered to himself, eyes gleaming with intent as he continued to watch, waiting for the moment the tide would shift. + +Seeing the Snow Bear King wounded and staggering, the blood still gushing from its severed limb, Senior Brother Mack’s eyes turned cold and cruel. "Kill this beast first," he growled, his voice like iron scraping against stone. + +The other Mountain Gods Valley disciple gave a firm nod, and without hesitation, the two surged forward like twin hurricanes, flanking the beast on either side. Their bodies pulsed with raw physical strength, the unique inheritance of their force empowering every strike with brutal, mountain-breaking force. + +Mountain Gods Valley was famed for its body-strengthening techniques, and here in the depths of this icy cave, that power exploded to its fullest. + +The Snow Bear King roared in fury, but the pressure was overwhelming. It lashed out wildly, its huge paws sweeping arcs of snow and force, but the coordinated attacks of the two cultivators left it reeling, its steps faltering more and more with every clash. + +Then came the moment of execution. With a roar that echoed through the cavern like the cry of an ancient war god, Senior Brother Mack unleashed the full power of his cultivation. A brilliant copper light surged out from his body, engulfing him entirely. + +In the next breath, he transformed. His muscles expanded, his skin took on a metallic sheen, and his entire figure became like that of a towering bronze giant—an ancient warrior reborn. He grasped a massive halberd conjured from his essence, lifted it high above his head, and brought it down with thunderous force. + +The Snow Bear King tried to dodge, its instincts screaming danger—but it was too slow. The other Mountain Gods Valley disciple held the beast in place, and the halberd came down like the axe of heaven. + +With a sickening puff, the blade cleaved through the beast’s shoulder. One of its massive arms fell away in a spray of blood, and the Snow Bear King let out an earth-shaking roar of pain as it stumbled backward. That was all the opening the two needed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-835.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-835.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..493fed5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-835.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 829: Stealing" +slug: "ch-835" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 835 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1095 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +They surged forward in tandem, their fists, halberds, and forceful blows falling like a hailstorm. The cave was lit with bursts of light and flying blood, the Snow Bear King howling in agony as each strike crushed its bones and ruptured its flesh. + +Finally, its cries ceased, and with a heavy boom, the beast collapsed, its giant body trembling once before going still forever. + +Breathing heavily, their bodies coated in blood and injuries, Senior Brother Mack and his companion looked at each other. And despite the exhaustion, a wild grin began to form on their lips—a grin of triumph, of overcoming odds and slaying a monster fit to rule the snowy mountains. + +But as they turned toward the spiritual flowers behind them—their prize, their reward—those smiles froze in place. + +The Snow Spirit Flowers were gone. + +In their place stood an empty patch of earth. And sprinting away from the far end of the cave was a figure clad in dark clothes, his form blurred with speed, a small bundle clutched tightly in his hand. The glow of five Snow Spirit Flowers radiated faintly from within. It only took them a second to realize what had happened—and who had taken them. + +"Stop him!" roared Mack, his face contorting with rage. + +They recognized the figure instantly—Max. And more importantly, they saw his aura. + +"An 8th level Master Rank?!" the other disciple shouted, disbelief and fury exploding in his voice.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +They had fought tooth and nail, endured injuries, and even used up a precious Mythic Rank Fire Bead to defeat the Snow Bear King. + +They were moments away from reaping the reward. But now—now it was being stolen from right under their noses. By an outsider. By someone so much weaker than them. An ant. The shame was unbearable, and their killing intent flared to the heavens. + +"That blind bastard dares to steal from us?! He must die today!" Mack roared, his figure vanishing in a flash of copper light as he and his brother gave chase. + +Senior Brother Mack roared and charged forward with his halberd raised high, the weapon shimmering with copper light as it cleaved through the air like a meteor. His companion, not to be outdone, gathered mana into his palms until spiritual light blazed from his skin, and then released a barrage of palm prints that filled the sky like crashing waves. + +The sheer pressure distorted the snowy winds around them and made the ground tremble beneath their feet. + +But to their astonishment, Max didn’t slow down—he burst forward with such explosive speed that he turned into a blur, streaking past snow-covered ridges and narrow ice paths like lightning. + +"Chase!" Mack shouted furiously, and the two members of Mountain Gods Valley gave pursuit without hesitation, their eyes burning with rage. + +To be humiliated by a Master Rank cultivator who dared to steal the Snow Spirit Flowers right from under their noses was something they couldn’t forgive. + +"Ant, where are you going!?" Mack bellowed as he surged through the air, the flames swirling around his body forming a fiery aura that made him look like a shooting star crashing down. + +In the next instant, he intercepted Max’s path, his halberd swinging down in a deadly arc, aimed to cleave Max in two. + +But Max didn’t falter. With calm precision, he raised his Blue Dragon Sword and met the attack head-on. + +"Clang!" + +The sound of metal colliding echoed like thunder. A shockwave blasted outward, sending snow and shards of ice spiraling through the air, as a wave of raw power rippled across the valley and caused avalanches to roar in the distance. + +Before Max could fully regain balance, the second attacker appeared. His palms surged with thick, earthy mana, and with a roar, he released a massive palm print nearly three meters wide. It came crashing down like a mountain. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. In an instant, the energy within him surged as he activated the power of 600 Draconic Essences. His muscles bulged, his bones crackled with force, and his entire frame glowed with a golden sheen. + +With a roar, he threw a punch infused with the full might of his body. + +Boom! + +The two forces collided in mid-air, and the impact caused a deep crater to form in the snow below, sending up a towering plume of frost and steam. + +Max didn’t pause—he instantly drew his sword once more, and with a roar of wind and power, unleashed a vertical sword slash infused with his flame and severing concepts. The blade’s energy ripped through the air like a golden storm, clearing a path through the mountain. + +Without turning back, Max launched himself into the sky and shot out of Azure Wolf Mountain like a comet breaking through the clouds. + +"Don’t let him get away!" Mack howled in rage, and he and the other disciple quickly followed, flying left and right in formation, launching coordinated attacks at Max from both sides. Their killing intent locked onto him, and the sound of roaring energy filled the skies. + +But this intense pursuit didn’t go unnoticed. + +On the other side of Azure Wolf Mountain, shrouded in mist and the remnants of fading blood, Kevin Voss of the Void Spirit Tower watched the scene unfold. His pale skin glowed under the flickering light of the snowy mist, and a dangerous glint flashed in his icy eyes. + +The fierce battle, the spiritual flower, the injured Mountain Gods Valley members—it was all the perfect setup. His lips curved into a faint smirk, and with not a sound, Kevin began to move. + +He cloaked his presence and melted into the terrain like a shadow, stealthily advancing. It was clear—he intended to capitalize on the chaos. A predator waiting to devour the winner. + +"Boom boom boom!" + +The sky echoed with thunderous force as shockwaves burst in all directions. + +Max gritted his teeth, his expression cold and sharp as he clashed against the two fierce disciples from Mountain Gods Valley. Even with his power, even with his strength bolstered by 600 Draconic Essences and two powerful concepts, the pressure was immense. + +These weren’t just any enemies—they were battle-hardened 6th level Legend Rank experts, 3-star geniuses, and although they had been injured in their fight with the Snow Bear King, their strength was still monstrous. + +Max could handle one of them, maybe overwhelm them if he unleashed everything at once—but both together? That was a different beast entirely. Especially since he couldn’t use all his four concepts because he didn’t want to reveal too much. + +’I have to kill the weak one first.’ Max decided. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-836.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-836.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b165edf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-836.md @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 830: Attack!" +slug: "ch-836" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 836 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As the intense battle dragged on, Mack and his companion grew increasingly alarmed. They had expected to crush Max quickly—after all, wasn’t he just a Master Rank ant? But this so-called ant moved like a ghost, struck like lightning, and endured their joint attacks without crumbling. + +In fact, not only did he hold his ground, he pushed back—hard. And now, looking at him closely through the swirling snow and radiant sword energy, they recognized the face. + +The same one that had been described in reports. Max—the terrifying madman who had killed disciples from the Thunder Monarch Hall and even someone from the Void Soul Tower. Their expressions darkened. A dangerous individual like him couldn’t be allowed to escape. + +"Kill him!" Mack bellowed, his halberd slicing through the air with terrifying momentum, while his companion unleashed a flurry of palm strikes that crackled with elemental energy, smashing toward Max like collapsing mountains. + +The void itself trembled under the onslaught. Explosions of force cracked through the landscape, and entire ridges of Azure Wolf Mountain collapsed under the pressure. Ice boulders the size of houses tumbled down, avalanches crashed, and the skies roared with chaos. + +Max’s face turned grim. He could feel it—the killing intent, the sheer weight of their attacks. It was time. No more holding back. He stopped dodging. His feet planted firmly on a jagged cliff, he gripped the Blue Dragon Sword tighter and channeled everything into it. + +With a deep breath, he activated the full strength of his level 2 severing sword concept. A deep, resonating hum burst from his body like a sword’s cry of war. + +"Buzz——!" + +The world quaked. + +The air itself split open. + +Sword energy erupted like a tsunami, endless and blinding, sweeping across the mountain like a tide of death. Swords formed from pure concept energy filled the sky, thousands of them, and in the center stood Max—unshakable, burning with cold fire, a figure wrapped in destruction. + +At the same moment, the Blue Dragon Sword trembled violently in his grip. With one fluid motion, Max swung it forward and unleashed a massive crescent-shaped slash—a condensed blade of sword concept—that sliced through the air toward Mack’s companion. + +The slash lit up the sky like a comet. Snow evaporated. The land quaked. And the man’s expression twisted in horror as the deadly arc screamed toward him. + +"This is... level 2 sword concept at intermediate stage?!" the man cried out, horror plastered across his face as the aura around Max surged like a tsunami. His heart trembled. + +He had underestimated Max. Deeply. This wasn’t just a random genius. This was a monster. But before the slash reached him, a golden light flashed across the battlefield—Senior Brother Mack had arrived just in time, brandishing a heavy golden shield. + +Bang! + +The world shook as Max’s crescent slash crashed violently into the shield. Sparks flew. Air exploded. Snow on nearby cliffs burst into mist. The sheer force of the attack pushed Senior Brother Mack back several meters through the air, his feet dragging against the ground, carving a deep trench into the icy soil. But he held his ground. The golden shield held. + +"Don’t panic, junior brother!" Mack shouted coldly, his tone still calm, but his eyes flickering with cold killing intent. "You see? He’s only at the 8th level of Master Rank. You and I—together—we can definitely kill him." + +Mack was ruthless and experienced. He had already spotted Max’s fatal flaw—his realm. No matter how strong a concept was, if the user lacked enough strength to sustain and defend it, then the power was like a blade without an arm to swing it properly. It could only go so far. + +But just as those words left Mack’s mouth, his expression twisted in disbelief. + +Because from above, an enormous golden sword—radiating divine light and sheer oppressive pressure—came crashing down. + +It was the Excalibur Sword, a weapon forged entirely of mana using Max’s Legendary Rank skill: Magic Swords Excalibur. + +The sword was so massive it cast a long, golden shadow over Mack and the icy battlefield. Its majestic light clashed violently against the desolate silver-blue of Azure Wolf Mountain. The air sizzled, and space trembled. + +Max’s plan was sharp—trap Mack beneath the golden blade and eliminate the other one first. + +"Junior Brother, be careful!" Mack shouted, eyes filled with urgency and frustration. In that instant, his body swelled with energy. He activated his body refinement technique and grew in size, becoming a three-meter-tall colossus of muscle and stone. His skin shimmered with earthen light as he raised both arms like a giant trying to hold up the sky, bracing himself to receive the descending Excalibur. + +But his eyes were glued to his junior brother—because Max was already there. + +In a blur of motion, Max had rushed through the blizzard winds, sword in hand, aura exploding from his body like a storm. Sword energy flared around him, wild and violent, like a realm of blades summoned by his presence. His movements cut through snow and space. + +The energy from his level 2 severing sword concept had reached the intermediate stage, and now it poured into his weapon, making it glow with destructive brilliance. + +Max didn’t hesitate. + +He raised his blade. + +His eyes were icy. His breath calm. His killing intent surged like an ocean. + +"Void Severance Slash!" he declared coldly. + +Swish!𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +The air tore open. A black rift, invisible and lethal, spread through the atmosphere as Max’s blade came down, aiming to slice his enemy—and even space itself—in two. + +The moment Max’s devastating Void Severance Slash came crashing down, the other man panicked but didn’t back down. Gritting his teeth, he poured every last drop of mana into one desperate technique. + +With both arms thrust forward, he roared, activating his Level 1 Earth Concept. The ground trembled, and in front of him, a massive hand made of solid earth surged up like a fortress, fingers clenched into a shield, attempting to block the incoming blade. + +Bang! + +The result was catastrophic. + +Max’s slash didn’t just cut—it shattered. The earthen hand exploded on impact, breaking into thousands of fragments like brittle clay before the unstoppable force of his sword. The remaining energy of the slash didn’t slow down. + +It slammed into the man’s chest with full force, sending him flying like a ragdoll across the snow valley. He crashed hard into an icy wall, snow and ice cracking and collapsing around him, leaving a crater of debris. His body twitched, blood gushing from his mouth, limbs sprawled out—barely alive, if at all. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-837.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-837.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..67d7044 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-837.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 831: Battling Senior Brother Mack" +slug: "ch-837" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 837 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1014 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Junior Brother!" Senior Brother Mack’s eyes went wide with horror. The sight of his companion being crushed and hurled away made the veins on his forehead bulge. He roared furiously and tried to rush over, but he was still trapped under the immense pressure of the colossal golden sword. + +Its descending force was like a mountain pressing on his body and space itself—powerful and relentless, restraining even someone like him who stood at the peak of 6th level Legend Rank. His entire body shook as he gritted his teeth and resisted, but it would take time to break free. + +Max didn’t waste that time. + +With killing intent bursting from every pore, he shot forward like a streak of lightning, the Blue Dragon Sword glowing in his grip, its edge still humming with severing energy. He appeared before the injured man, who was slumped against the snow wall, blood pouring down his chin, too weak to even lift his hand. + +Max’s eyes were cold, emotionless. + +Swish! + +He raised his sword high. + +One clean, merciless stroke. + +"AHHH!" A bloodcurdling scream rang out, but it didn’t last long. The sword cleaved through flesh and bone like paper, and the falling snow around them turned red, dyed by a fountain of blood spraying into the air. + +The man’s body was ripped into pieces—limbs, torso, and head scattered across the frost-covered ground like broken dolls. The snowflakes that fluttered in the air a moment ago now fell heavy, thick with crimson, painting the scene in chilling silence. + +"Junior brother!" Senior Brother Mack roared from beneath the crushing force of the golden sword. His pupils shrank to pinpoints as he witnessed the gruesome death, his heart filled with rage and sorrow. + +Seeing the mangled body of his companion, chopped into scattered meat, pushed him beyond sanity. His aura surged wildly, unstable, filled with murderous fury. + +With a thunderous cry, he gathered every ounce of his power, mana blazing around him like an inferno. The golden sword above him cracked—once, twice—and with one final blast of raw might. + +BOOM! + +It shattered into fragments of light that scattered into the sky like broken stars. + +Then—he charged. + +No hesitation. No fear. + +Only vengeance. + +"Die!" + +Senior Brother Mack roared like a demon, his expression twisted with hatred. His hands moved rapidly, forming a series of seals, and the air around him ignited with searing heat. + +Flames surged upward, spinning and twisting until they formed a towering wall of fire over a hundred feet tall. It didn’t burn like ordinary flames—it rumbled like a crashing wave, flames folding into themselves, layered with destructive intent. + +With a deafening roar, the wall of flame rushed toward Max like a divine punishment, threatening to crush everything in its path. + +But Max didn’t flinch. His eyes remained calm, cold like still water before a storm. He didn’t even take a step back. Instead, he inhaled deeply, and his right arm bulged with raw power as he activated the full might of his 600 Draconic Essences. + +Veins glowed faintly along his forearm, and with a powerful shout, he stepped forward and launched his fist straight at the flaming wall. + +BANG! + +The collision shook the entire snow-covered region. A shockwave blasted through the valley, blowing snow into the air like an avalanche had just dropped from the sky. Max’s body was flung backward, skidding across the icy ground, his feet carving deep grooves through the snow. + +He came to a grinding halt, his breath calm but heavy. His hand was slightly scorched, but his gaze burned hotter than the flames. + +Without a word, Max drew the Blue Dragon Sword once more. Black flames coiled around the blade like vipers, intertwining with his level 2 Severing Sword Concept, which buzzed with a sharp, annihilating aura. + +The flames weren’t just hot—they were unnatural, devouring all heat and light like cursed embers from the depths of some hellish forge. His aura soared skyward. + +Across from him, Senior Brother Mack’s pupils contracted as he sensed the shift. "Black flames...?" he muttered, brows knitting. "And two level 2 concepts at once...?" + +A brief flash of surprise flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly buried beneath fury. "Hmph," he snorted, the murderous glint returning to his gaze. "It doesn’t matter what kind of freakish power you have. Today, you die—no exceptions!" + +He raised his hand with a low, thunderous growl. "Rise." + +Immediately, yellow-gold rays of light burst out from his skin, wrapping around his limbs like molten chains. They rapidly condensed into an earthen-gold armor, covering his chest, shoulders, and legs with plates of shimmering light. + +Mana surged, and within seconds, a giant axe—at least twice as large as the halberd from before—condensed from pure yellow light in his grasp. The weapon radiated destructive intent, infused with both flame and earth concepts. Even the air trembled in its presence. + +Max narrowed his eyes slightly. This power... it was something beyond ordinary Legend Rank techniques. + +Senior Brother Mack’s killing intent exploded. With a roar, he launched himself into the air, his body like a meteor crashing down. He raised the massive axe high and swung it with all his might. + +"CUT!" + +The blade of the giant axe howled through the sky, tearing through space itself. Its pressure shredded clouds of snow before they could even scatter. The aura it carried was monstrous—hot like lava and heavy like a falling mountain. The swing erased the very air in its path, consuming everything in a blinding arc of annihilation. Snow melted, ice vaporized, and even the light dimmed as if the heavens themselves were backing away. + +Max hadn’t expected such fierce resistance. He’d seen plenty of so-called geniuses, but this man—Senior Brother Mack—was different. His strength was monstrous, his speed sharp, nearly matching Max’s own. Still, Max stood tall, unwavering. + +With both hands gripping the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword, its body flickering with twin concepts—level 2 Severing Sword and level 2 Flame Concept—he focused his breath and channeled everything into a single strike. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art," he muttered, his voice quiet but heavy with killing intent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-838.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-838.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f0199d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-838.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 832: Into the Ice Valley" +slug: "ch-838" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 838 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1078 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +BOOM! + +The moment he swung, the valley shook. Mack’s colossal axe—glowing with fire and weighed down by earth’s essence—slammed into Max’s flaming sword with the force of a meteor. A deafening clang echoed through the frozen cliffs. + +The power of their clash shattered the silence, and the surrounding snow instantly vaporized under the immense pressure and heat. The frozen ground beneath their feet cracked and caved in like shattered glass. + +Max’s arms shook from the shock, his muscles screaming from the strain—but he didn’t step back. Not a single inch. He held his ground, teeth clenched, eyes locked forward like a beast. + +On the other side, Mack’s face twisted into disbelief. "How can you be so strong?!" he roared, shocked beyond words. His axe should have cleaved through that sword. He’d used everything—his concepts, his bloodline power, his best technique—but the man in front of him stood like a mountain. + +Max’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "You haven’t even seen the best of it yet." + +Then, the Blue Dragon Sword in his hands began to glow. Its body trembled with a deep roar, like a dragon awakening from slumber. Black flames around it turned blacker, hotter, more ferocious—twisting and snarling. + +Suddenly, the sword elongated, transforming into a massive battle weapon radiating the full might of Max’s Flame Tyrant Inheritance. Its shadow cast across the ice like the silhouette of a dragon spreading its wings, and in the next instant, Max brought it down in a wide arc that tore through the air with thunderous rage. + +Senior Brother Mack’s eyes widened. For the first time, he saw death in front of him. He wanted to dodge, to retreat—but the walls of the ice valley were too close. There was no space to move. And worse, if he tried to retract his axe now, the backlash from his own technique would crush his core. He was caught—no choice but to swing. + +He roared and committed, bringing his glowing axe down to meet Max’s dragonblade once more. + +BOOM!!! + +A blinding flash. Sword light and axe light collided in a titanic explosion that shattered the walls of the valley. Shockwaves spread like thunder, tearing apart ice, splintering stone. The pressure erupted upward, and the ceiling of the cave groaned under the force. + +"Not good...!" both men muttered under their breaths. + +And then the mountain roared. + +A deafening rumble echoed as the entire cliffside collapsed. Tons of snow broke free, surging downward in a white tsunami. Snow waves like mountains tumbled down, burying everything in sight. Max’s pupils shrank. He braced himself as the avalanche thundered toward them, swallowing the valley in a storm of ice, sound, and chaos. + +Even with their strength, neither of them could ignore it—because this was nature’s fury unleashed, heavier than ten thousand blades. + +Max was in front of Senior Brother Mack and so he didn’t hesitate and rushed down to the ice valley. + +As Max landed deep within the torn-up remnants of the ice valley, his boots pressed onto a jagged floor of translucent frost. He didn’t expect what lay beneath. + +Cracks in the valley’s foundation had led to the reveal of a hidden realm—a cavernous underwater-like world beneath the glacier, yet somehow without water. It stretched wide and far like a concealed sanctuary buried under layers of snow and stone. + +Massive crystal-like ice rocks dotted the surroundings, their surfaces glowing in gentle hues of blue and white, casting radiant reflections along the glassy walls and ceiling. The air was frigid but pure, and the entire chamber glowed like a sacred palace of light and cold, mysterious and untouched by time. + +But Max’s attention was quickly pulled toward something else—an intense fluctuation of mana. It was sharp, dense, and ancient. His senses instantly locked onto its direction. + +"What?" he muttered, narrowing his eyes. Deep within the crystalline maze, an eerie chill radiated from a particular stretch of glowing ice. From inside that depth, thick streams of mana with faint smell of blood pulsed outward with every breath of cold wind, as if some ancient relic was exhaling power from its long slumber. + +He glanced back. + +Senior Brother Mack was still several paces behind, panting slightly, face pale, his momentum sluggish. The battle had exhausted him—his mana reserves were low, and the bloodthirst in his eyes had dulled into stubborn resentment. + +The massive ten-foot body he had morphed into earlier had faded away, shrinking back to human form, and the golden axe had vanished. He now gripped a long spear tightly, knuckles white, but the pressure in his aura had dimmed. + +Max didn’t hesitate. + +Without a word, he turned and walked toward the source of the mana fluctuations, every step confident. His instincts told him this cold, glowing ice wasn’t just random terrain—it was hiding something important, maybe even a treasure left behind by the ancient expert themselves. + +"Where do you think you’re going?!" Mack’s voice echoed sharply behind him. Seeing Max calmly striding away infuriated him—he thought Max was trying to escape. Gritting his teeth, he forced his sore body to move, and charged forward again with a growl, ignoring the way his limbs ached and mana flickered unevenly. + +High above them, above the broken sky of the valley, a figure silently landed. + +Kevin Voss. + +The cold-faced genius from the Void Soul Tower floated down, the dark glow of his mana swirling around him like mist. His eyes were cold as ice, lips curled into a faint sneer. "I hope those two monsters buried each other," he whispered, surveying the shattered battlefield below. + +The corpses of snow bears were still scattered around, the Snow Bear King nowhere in sight. His gaze turned toward the gaping crack in the valley floor—the same one Max and Mack had fallen into. + +With a wave of his hand, a sphere of pitch-black light enveloped him, and he descended into the hidden world without a sound. + +Unaware of this, Max pressed forward through the wide ice cave, his every breath forming frost in the air. The deeper he went, the colder it became, and the fog of mana in this place thickened until it was nearly tangible. He was in the belly of Azure Cloud Mountain now, where even light moved slowly. + +But his soul was strong, and his body was unlike a normal person’s. With his Three-Dimensional Body and honed senses, he could still see clearly through the icy haze. His steps didn’t falter. He knew something incredible lay ahead. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-839.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-839.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f65fdfb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-839.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 833: Demonic Blood" +slug: "ch-839" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 839 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1072 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s feet slowed as he approached the crystalline wall of ice, his eyes narrowing sharply. At first glance, it seemed like another section of frosted cavern. But as he looked closely, he noticed something strange—inside the ice was an entirely different space, like a hidden world encased in frozen time. + +It was an enormous cave with jagged stalagmites rising from the floor like teeth, and massive stone pillars holding up the ceiling like the remains of an ancient temple. + +Dragon-shaped coils were etched into the icy rock, and phoenix-like carvings adorned the sides of the walls—artifacts or statues, he couldn’t tell. Their presence was grand, almost sacred, but they weren’t what caught Max’s attention. + +In the very center of the cave, glowing with a pulse that seemed to beat like a living heart, was a massive mound of lava. But it wasn’t like any ordinary lava. It was shaped like a peach—smooth, round, thick, and glowing from within with a dark crimson light. It exuded intense heat even through the cold air. + +Suspended above it, drops of red liquid fell slowly from an unseen source above, each drop landing into a shallow bowl-shaped dip at the top of the peach-shaped lava. This bowl was now filled with a thick, viscous red liquid, and each drop made it glow even more brightly. The mana in the air surged from that liquid—it rippled like waves through the cavern, intense and powerful, almost oppressive. + +"What... is this?" Max muttered, genuinely stunned. His instincts told him this wasn’t just some random blood pool—this was something ancient, something beyond precious. + +"Blood?" he whispered again, narrowing his eyes. + +Behind him, a gasp echoed through the chamber. + +Senior Brother Mack had finally caught up, only to stop dead in his tracks. His eyes widened the moment they landed on the glowing red liquid. "Oh my God..." he breathed. Then his voice rose, full of disbelief and hunger, "Is this... the Ten Thousand Year Old Demonic Blood?" + +Max turned his head slightly, catching the tremble in the man’s voice. That name alone confirmed what Max had already sensed—this treasure was no ordinary treasure. The mana leaking from it was enough to make any Legend Rank cultivator lose their composure.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +"What is the demonic blood?" Max asked, voice calm, indifferent on the surface. + +But Mack didn’t answer properly. He let out a sharp sneer and growled, "As if I’d tell you." + +That didn’t matter. Max already understood enough. If something could make a ruthless genius like Mack lose his breath and tremble, then it wasn’t just rare—it was priceless. + +And if this demonic blood had truly been gathering for ten thousand years, mana, flame essence, and unknown properties from the lava, then even a single drop could be enough to transform the soul or reconstruct one’s body. + +Max had no intention of letting it fall into someone else’s hands. + +Without hesitation, Max raised his Blue Dragon Sword. It roared to life, coated in black flames and surrounded by the brilliance of his level 2 severing sword concept. The entire cavern seemed to quake as his sword swept forward. + +But Mack had already moved. + +The moment Max acted, so did he. As if their thoughts were connected, they lunged toward the same treasure at the same time. + +Max’s eyes flickered with cold light. + +In that instant, he realized something. He only had two options—either clash with Senior Brother Mack right now and settle this with blood, or try to race ahead and claim the Ten Thousand Year Old Demonic Blood first. + +Max’s gaze remained steady as he stared at the glowing pool of Ten Thousand Year Old Demonic Blood, its crimson surface shimmering with terrifying mana. He wanted to take them all. + +But it was in liquid form, which made things difficult. Max clenched his fists slightly. If it were like the lightning essence stones he’d obtained in the Berserk Lightning Region, things would’ve been much simpler. + +Stones, being solid and with defined structure, could be pulled into his storage space with the help of his space domain. But liquid—especially something as volatile and rich in mana as this demonic blood—was another matter entirely. + +His spatial domain couldn’t contain or teleport it. Not yet, anyway. Which meant Max had no other choice but to take the hard route... defeat Senior Brother Mack first. + +He turned, eyes calm yet charged with terrifying intent. In that moment, four distinct auras burst from his body—each more powerful than the last. + +A crimson heat wave of flame, wild and untamed. A crackling net of lightning, sizzling through the air. A slicing pressure that made the void scream, cutting through reality with pure sword intent. And finally, an invisible ripple of distortion that bent space slightly, warping the air around him. + +The ground trembled under his feet. + +"F-Four level 2 concepts?!" Senior Brother Mack stuttered, his voice shrill and full of disbelief. His face, which had once been fierce and domineering, paled instantly. His eyes darted wildly between the lights and elemental forces surrounding Max, and for the first time, genuine fear settled into his bones. + +He had never... not even once... heard of someone mastering four concepts to the level of 2. Not at Master Rank. Not at his age. Not in any sect or holy ground. And now that person was standing in front of him... an enemy. + +Max suddenly vanished. + +In the blink of an eye, he reappeared just inches from Mack’s face, like a phantom stepping through space. Mack stumbled backward in horror, tripping over his own feet. "No! Don’t come close!" he shrieked. But it was no use. His instincts screamed that he could not win this. Not against this kind of monster. + +Max’s voice was cold and low, but calm, like a reaper declaring judgment. "It was good that after I stole the flower, I chose to run instead of killing you two back then. But you just had to chase me, didn’t you? You just couldn’t let it go. So now... I have no choice but to kill you." + +He raised his Blue Dragon Sword. The weapon blazed to life, drawing from all four of his concepts. Sword energy tore at the surroundings like a tidal wave. Black flames coiled around the blade like demonic dragons. Red lightning danced across its edges, crackling madly. And the space itself quivered as if unable to contain the devastating fusion of laws. Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-84.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-84.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5824852 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-84.md @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 84: Other Races" +slug: "ch-84" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 84 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1386 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max casually made his way out of his cube when he saw the ugly faces of the Blade Family. "What happened? Are you guys alright?" he asked, his tone laced with concern. + +This caused the members of the Blade Family to grit their teeth in anger. They felt a rage so intense that they wished they could just beat up Max right here and now. + +Only Allen and Elena remained calm. + +Allen stared at Max, his eyes emotionless. "You are good, but you shouldn’t have tortured Killian like that." + +Max shrugged and glanced at Allen with a face full of hatred. "What about you? You think you can just come and kill me anytime you want? You think you can take me away from the guild I joined, just so I can join yours, only for you to kill me again?" + +His expression turned dark. "At least what I did is way better than what you guys did." + +Allen stared deeply at Max and said calmly, "Everything has its consequences." + +With those words, he turned and left. Elena led the other family members to follow Allen as they disappeared from Max’s sight.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +"You win," Alice said, walking up to Max. + +Max smiled proudly. "Of course I would win. It was a given." + +Nash and Erica arrived before Max, their expressions full of smiles. + +"I hadn’t expected you to have such strength," Nash said, smiling, but there was a sarcastic tone in his voice. "But you chose the wrong person to antagonize." + +"The Blades are the most ruthless among the four families," Erica said, her expression becoming serious. "And if they have their eyes on you, you’d better spend your days hiding in the Phoenix Order guild. Otherwise, you might not know when you’ll drop dead." + +Max sighed and shrugged. "It isn’t my fault. First, they came to kill me, and then they wanted to recruit me into their family. Their actions always meant harm for me, so I had no choice but to retaliate." + +Nash smiled at Max’s words, his expression turning sinister. "But what you did to Killian was satisfying. I never liked how he acted so good despite being a Blade. But after what you did, I’m very satisfied." + +Max glanced at him, his eyes widening, but before he could speak, Nash said, "Ah, but this won’t change what my guild wants from you, so don’t bother with it." + +"Damn, and here I thought you’d let me get away with it," Max shook his head in mock pity. + +"Anyway, take care of yourself," Erica said, smiling ambiguously. "I’ll see you soon, the new superstar of the East Region." She departed after saying that. + +Nash gestured with two fingers at his eyes, then at Max, before following Erica and disappearing with her. + +Max chuckled as he watched them leave. "I guess the Lionheart Guild isn’t that bad." + +Alice nodded. "They’re a little arrogant, but they’re all nice people. But the real problems are the Emerald Guild, which is like an enemy rival of our guild, and the Black Lotus Guild, the most mysterious and feared guild out of the five top guilds." + +Max nodded and asked, "What about the Knights of Valor? Are they any good?" + +Alice said, "They are neutral most of the time, but they have ties with the Stellar Merchant Alliance." + +"Stellar Merchant Alliance? What power is that?" Max asked, hearing the name for the first time. + +Alice looked at Max and answered, "There are two neutral factions in the Valora Continent: the Stellar Merchant Alliance and Rune Tower. Basically, anything trade-related between the four regions is handled by the Stellar Merchant Alliance, while Rune Tower is responsible for all the rune supplies to the four regions." + +Max pondered as he digested the new information he had learned. "The four regions you mean are the East Region, where we live, the West Region, the North Region, and lastly, the South Region, right?" + +Alice nodded. "Valora Continent is one big continent, but it has been divided into four regions for ages." + +Max felt amazed as he understood more about this world, but then another question arose in his mind. "Where is the Lost Continent, then?" + +Alice shook her head. "I don’t know about that, but I heard that the Lost Continent is another big continent in our world. And you know what the most mysterious thing about the Lost Continent is?" + +Max became incredibly curious and asked eagerly, "What is it?" + +Alice took a deep breath, increasing the suspense, and said, "I’ll tell you outside." With those words, she quickly headed toward her own cube. + +"…" + +"Damn, is she taking revenge?" Max muttered as he glared at the crowd around him before he entered his cube and disappeared from the Battle Realm. + +--- + +Outside the Battle Realm, Max was welcomed by an enormous crowd from the Phoenix Order guild. + +"Congratulations, Max! You’re now the number one ranked genius in the Novice Rankings of the Battle Realm!" + +"Max, come eat with our group!" + +"No, Max will have dinner with our Hammer Faction department!" + +"Are you kidding? He will visit the Blade Division department!" + +The members of the guild invited Max to visit their groups, departments, and whatnot, making Max scratch his head. He hadn’t expected that defeating Killian would raise his popularity to a whole new level. + +"Let’s go." Alice came quickly, holding his hand and dragging him out of the crowd. + +--- + +In one of the quiet restaurants in Phoenix City, Alice and Max sighed in relief that no crowd followed them to this place. + +"Becoming too popular is no good," Max said, complaining to himself as he turned to Alice. "Tell me, what were you talking about regarding the Lost Continent?" + +Alice smiled as if she had gotten her revenge. Seeing that expression, Max made sure to have the upper hand again in the future. + +"Miss Alice, kindly tell this poor soul what he wants to know," Max said, gritting his teeth. + +Alice smiled proudly and said, "Since you’re so sincere, I might as well tell you." Her expression turned mysterious as she continued, "I heard there are other races besides humans living in the Lost Continent, like demons, elves, and so on." + +"Other races… Demons, elves?" Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. The thought of other races besides humans had never crossed his mind. Now, knowing that other races exist out there, Max became incredibly curious about them and this world. + +But then his expression turned slightly solemn. "I believe the other races aren’t on good terms with humans, so why are we sending geniuses to the Lost Continent every three years?" + +Alice shrugged. "I don’t know about that, but I know that the Valora Continent values the Lost Continent highly. Whatever is there, they’re willing to take the risks and send geniuses to explore it." + +Max muttered, "I see." + +’I also have to go to the Lost Continent, so I’ll find out more about it soon,’ he thought, realizing that the message he had received about his sister could be false. He didn’t have any more leads, so he’d have to be satisfied with what he had for now. + +"What are your plans now?" Alice asked Max. + +Max pondered for a moment and replied, "With all the cores Master Sophia promised me after I defeated Killian, I’ll use them to try to level up to Apprentice Rank." + +Alice raised her brows, her expression becoming serious. "Do you know how to level up to Apprentice Rank?" + +"Isn’t it just by absorbing cores?" Max asked. + +Alice shook her head and explained, "When you reach level 10, cores become ineffective for you. At that point, you’ll have to give time to control all your mana inside your body to form a core. The moment you form that core, you’ll enter the Apprentice Rank." + +Stay updated through empire + +Max smiled embarrassedly and asked, "There has to be some guidebook about this, right?" + +Alice chuckled. "There is, but I can’t give it to you. Ask Big Sis Sophia about it." + +Max nodded. "I guess I’ll be training for a long time, then." + +"But make sure to level up before The Guild Summit three months from now," Alice warned. "Only Apprentice Rank members can participate in that summit." + +Max said with determination, "I will do my best." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-840.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-840.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d983760 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-840.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 834: Arrival of Kevin Voss" +slug: "ch-840" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 840 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max swung. + +One slash. + +One terrifying slash that tore apart the air, the ground, and even the soul. + +"No! Don’t kill me!" Senior Brother Mack screamed, flailing backward, trying to raise his arms to block, but it was hopeless. + +Swish! + +Bang! + +The sword light reached him. + +And in the next instant, his body exploded into a rain of blood and ash. Pieces of flesh were scattered across the icy cave like melting snow, and not even his bones remained whole. The roar of spiritual backlash echoed in the cave, but Max stood unmoving, the Black Flame and sword light still burning in the air around him. There was silence. + +"He was too shocked by seeing me using four concepts to actually put up a fight," Max muttered under his breath, his tone indifferent as his eyes lingered on the scorched and broken remains of Senior Brother Mack. + +He shook his head lightly, then raised one hand and summoned the black flames once more. They hissed and twisted like living creatures, devouring the corpse in seconds, reducing flesh and bone into nothing but dark smoke that drifted away into the icy air. + +A crisp mechanical chime echoed in Max’s mind just then. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 9 of Master Rank.] + +A slight nod of satisfaction curled on Max’s lips. His body felt lighter, stronger—sharper. The push to level 9 wasn’t massive, but it was enough to edge him closer to the Legend Rank, and in this world, even a slight edge could mean survival or death. + +His attention turned back toward the strange, glowing red pool in the heart of the ice cave. The Ten Thousand Year Old Demonic Blood swirled slowly within the bowl-shaped formation on top of the peach-shaped lava, still glowing faintly with spiritual power. + +As Max stared, a strange pulse throbbed within his chest, low and primal. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline stirred violently, rumbling as though something ancient inside him had awoken. He placed a hand on his chest in surprise. + +"...It wants the blood?" Max’s brows furrowed slightly. It was rare for his bloodline to react on its own, let alone with such hunger. But the sensation was unmistakable—it craved this blood. + +Without hesitation, Max raised both his arms and summoned a tide of black flame. The fire surged out, not to burn, but to devour, surrounding the red liquid and carefully absorbing it into himself. The blood hissed as it made contact with the flame, but there was no resistance. In mere moments, the entire pool was consumed by his black fire, and then drawn into his body. + +What followed was an eruption of raw, bone-cracking power. + +Max staggered slightly as he felt his physical strength skyrocket. His muscles tensed, his bones trembled, and the mark of his bloodline pulsed faintly beneath his skin. Then came the notification: + +[Draconic Essence increased by 100.] + +[Current Draconic Essence: 700] + +Max’s eyes narrowed in confusion. "My Draconic Essence increased... but how?" he muttered aloud. He stood motionless, processing what had just happened. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline had the innate ability to sense dragon blood from miles away. + +If there had been even a trace of dragon essence in that demonic blood, he would’ve sensed it. But he hadn’t—not even a whisper. And yet, somehow, the blood had nourished his draconic core and boosted his essence by an entire hundred points.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +"Then what the hell was that blood...?" Max’s eyes grew sharp, the confusion giving way to curiosity—and a hint of wariness. There was something unnatural about it. Perhaps something far older, far more alien than dragonkind itself. + +Before he could think deeper, a ripple of energy echoed from behind. + +A figure stepped into the canyon, silent and composed. His pale skin seemed to reflect the cold light of the cave. A veil of black mist surrounded him, and his eyes glowed with a cold, violet hue. + +Kevin Voss of the Void Soul Tower descended into the canyon like a shadow in the mist, his presence quiet yet oppressive. + +The black fog coiled around his body, faintly distorting the air, and his cold eyes scanned the icy chamber before falling on Max. + +He didn’t even glance at the battlefield debris or bloodstained ground. Instead, his gaze locked directly onto the now-empty bowl-shaped depression where the Ten Thousand Year Old Demonic Blood had once rested. + +"It should be the demonic blood pool, right?" Kevin’s voice was low and calm, but there was a sharpness buried in it—like a blade half-sheathed. "Did you take all of it?" + +Max glanced at him briefly. His eyes ran over the man’s aura, the faint distortion of the space around him, and the heavy weight pressing down from his mere presence. 6th level of Legend Rank. A dangerous foe. + +"It was indeed demonic blood," Max said casually, though his body had already begun drawing in mana just in case. "But I don’t know what the demonic blood truly is." + +Kevin’s lips curled in mild disdain, as if he were speaking to a clueless child. His gaze flicked toward the surroundings, and his brow furrowed slightly as he noticed the absence of Senior Brother Mack or any other signs of the Mountain Gods Valley members. + +"I’m surprised you’re the one still standing," he said slowly, now truly studying Max. "From the trails of carnage left behind... all those Snow Bear corpses... there had to be at least two Legend Rank experts ahead of you." + +Max gave a nonchalant shrug. "I guess I’m stronger than them." + +Kevin sneered outright, a flicker of contempt flashing in his pale eyes. There was no way he’d believe such a bold-faced statement. To him, Max was a junior at the 9th level of Master Rank—still beneath the peak of mortal cultivation. + +Killing two Legend Rank enemies? It had to be some trick. A forbidden rune, a treasure, maybe even help from some outside force. In his eyes, this boy was not a genius—he was a fluke surviving on borrowed luck. + +"I can give you a quick death if you hand over the demonic blood now," Kevin said coldly, his voice heavy with threat. "Otherwise... only a brutal end awaits you." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-841.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-841.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0636bd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-841.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 835: Demons" +slug: "ch-841" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 841 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max frowned faintly, but didn’t respond immediately. He stood calmly, his hand casually resting on the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword. + +"Alright," he finally said, his tone curious rather than submissive. "I can give you the demonic blood. But you’ll have to answer one question for me first." + +Kevin’s brow arched slightly, his patience thin. "You’re in no position to ask me anything." + +"I’ve heard of demonic beasts," Max continued, ignoring the sneer. "But not demonic blood like this. It didn’t feel like beast blood. So tell me... what is demonic blood exactly?" + +Kevin’s laughter was cold and dry. "Do you think you have what it takes to negotiate with me?" The moment the words left his lips, his aura surged like a tidal wave. + +The full power of a 6th level Legend Rank expert burst outward, pressing down like a mountain. The surrounding air warped, the ground cracked beneath their feet, and even the lingering traces of frost in the cave began to melt away under the sheer intensity of his spiritual pressure. + +"You’re on the Void Soul Tower’s death list," Kevin said with a sneer, taking one slow step forward. "You killed June. I don’t care how you managed it—but by doing so, you signed your own death warrant." + +The coldness in his tone deepened, and his hands were already faintly gathering violet-black energy. "You’re not walking out of here alive." + +Max raised an eyebrow and shrugged like it didn’t matter, but the moment Kevin’s killing intent surged again, he casually pulled out a crystal vial filled with dark crimson liquid. + +The blood inside shimmered strangely under the cave’s light, thick and viscous, like molten rubies laced with smoke. He held it up between his fingers—casually, like it was just some trinket he didn’t care about. "Either you tell me what this demonic blood really is," Max said calmly, "or I destroy every last drop." + +"You dare?!" Kevin’s expression twisted in fury, his voice booming through the cave. His body leaned forward as if to strike—but then he stopped. + +The moment of hesitation was telling. He didn’t think for a second that Max was bluffing. The demonic pool behind them was completely dry. No energy, no traces left. Max had to have bottled the blood. There was no other explanation. + +Max’s voice remained level, even amused. "Just tell me the origin of the demonic blood, and I’ll hand it over. I’m not stupid. I know when something is worth bargaining over." + +He paused, tapping the vial slightly. "Besides... how do you think I survived this long, facing so many Legend Rank experts while only being at the 9th level of Master Rank? I have ways. If I want to escape, even you won’t be able to catch me." + +Kevin’s eyes narrowed into slits, but he didn’t immediately move. The threat was too real, and he didn’t want to lose as precious as demonic blood just because of his impatience. + +After a long moment of silence, Kevin exhaled sharply through his nose, suppressing his rage. "Fine." + +He looked around once more at the empty blood pool, then turned his attention back to Max with a cold glint in his eye. "The demonic blood... comes from demons. Not demonic beasts. Demons." His tone turned heavier, each word layered with weight. "The origin of these creatures is shrouded in mystery, but what’s certain is this—they’re not from our world. They don’t belong to Acaris. They’re outsiders. Invaders." + +Kevin walked slowly toward the edge of the blood pool, his gaze distant. "Before the Nulls ever descended on the Middle Domain, before their corrupted armies tore through the heavens ten thousand years ago... humanity faced a different nightmare. Back then, our greatest enemy wasn’t the Nulls. It was the demons." + +He gestured toward the ground beneath them. "They invaded long ago. No one knows how or from where, but they came—and they brought chaos. The old records speak of blood-red skies, of voices that could twist a man’s soul, and creatures that defied logic. Humanity somehow won that war... barely. But winning didn’t mean extermination." + +He turned, meeting Max’s gaze with a serious expression. "Many of those demons couldn’t be killed. So they were sealed. Imprisoned. Scattered across Acaris in hidden places—forgotten by time. Some even escaped hiding somewhere in the Acaris. But they’re not gone. Some of their remains, their energy, their blood... still linger." + +He nodded toward the dry pool. "That blood... that’s the remnant essence of a demon. And that’s why it’s valuable. It holds power not of this world. And that’s also why the Hunter Association was formed—not just for the Nulls. But because of the demons. They know the threat is still there, buried, waiting. That’s why they hold more influence than even the Seven Overlords of the Middle Domain. Because in the end, they’re the only force positioned to deal with what still lurks beneath Acaris." + +Max’s eyes flickered as Kevin’s words echoed, and his mind briefly wandered. ’Demons...’ The term stirred old thoughts. He recalled the Devil God Nation and the beings they worshiped—devil-blooded humans with terrifying powers. + +For a second, he wondered if there was a connection, if perhaps the demons and devils were one and the same. But the thought didn’t sit right. He shook his head, thinking to himself, ’No... The people of the Devil God Nation were still human in origin, tainted by the Devil God Bloodline. But the demons Kevin speaks of... they are foreign. Invaders. Aliens to this world.’ + +Kevin’s voice brought him back to the present. "Now that I told you everything," he said, his tone calm and composed on the surface, "you should hand over the demonic blood." + +But Max could see it clearly. The cold calculation in the man’s eyes. He had no intention of letting Max live, even if he complied. + +Max smiled casually. "Sorry, buddy. I don’t have the demonic blood." He held up the vial again, and with a flick of his hand, crushed it. Blood splattered across the icy floor in messy drops. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-842.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-842.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..29fe141 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-842.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 836: Frost Snow Silkworm" +slug: "ch-842" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 842 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kevin’s eyes widened with fury. "You—!" But then his pupils narrowed. As he looked at the spreading red liquid, he sensed its nature. It was just ordinary beast blood. No energy. No demonic pressure. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled in relief, though the anger didn’t leave his face. + +"Since you’ve chosen death..." Kevin’s voice dropped low, venomous and cold, "...I’ll grant your wish." + +He didn’t waste another word. The air around him darkened as his aura erupted in full force. The snowy cave trembled as he vanished in a blur of darkness, like a wraith gliding through shadows. + +In a blink, he appeared right before Max, black smoke curling around his form like living fog. His right hand lashed forward, fingers blackened like obsidian claws, and five dark streaks of energy shot out, writhing like cursed serpents. They moved unnaturally fast, aiming to wrap around Max’s limbs and neck like constricting chains of death. + +But Kevin wasn’t done. His left hand moved swiftly, fingers forming complex seals that drew dark symbols in the air. Black threads of energy shot out, like silky cotton tainted with malevolence. They twisted and spun midair, forming the grotesque shape of a giant seal—shaped like a demonic toad with bulging eyes and a swollen throat. The moment it fully formed, it let out a silent, soundless croak that rippled through space. + +Then, with a sudden whoosh, it dove down from above, crashing toward Max like an executioner’s guillotine. The entire cave dimmed as the black seal descended, casting a long, ominous shadow over Max’s figure. + +Max’s instincts reacted before his mind fully processed the danger. His Blue Dragon Sword, overflowing with black flames from the level 2 sword and flame concepts, roared in his grip like a living creature sensing prey. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art!" Max shouted, and in a flash, a divine wave of blazing sword light in the form of a long arc surged forward, aimed directly at the five tendrils of black light that shot toward him like venomous snakes. + +The collision was immediate and thunderous—black light clashed against crimson flame, creating a shockwave that split the valley air, sending snow and rock flying in every direction. The sheer pressure of the impact cracked the stone above their heads, dislodging a few heavy boulders that crashed into the bubbling lava below, causing hot steam to rise and hiss like a thousand whispers. + +But neither Max nor Kevin paid the scene any attention—they were too locked in battle to care. The Blue Dragon Sword swung again, cutting down the black light tendrils one after another with precise, ruthless efficiency. + +Kevin’s black seal in the shape of a demonic toad came flying next, but it too was swallowed by the black flames swirling around Max, crumbling into ash with a screech. Kevin’s eyes narrowed, his face darkening. + +"I didn’t expect you to have some connections with the Black Lotus Guild," he muttered with gritted teeth, masking his shock with menace. "But even so, you still have to die." + +Max raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? But can you kill me?" His tone was calm, unshaken, like he wasn’t even taking the threat seriously. + +Kevin’s fury erupted as he said nothing more and surged forward, shrouded in black mist. His right palm glowed with eerie light, then slammed downward with force. The black air gathered into a massive palm print that descended from above like a divine punishment. + +But Max met it head-on. "Right on time!" he laughed, his entire body exploding with the raw might of 700 Draconic Essences. His punch thundered upward, coated in dark flames and crackling energy, smashing into the black palm. + +With a deafening bang, the massive palm disintegrated into black particles, blown apart by Max’s explosive strength. + +However, Kevin wasn’t finished. As Max steadied himself, a flicker of cold air crept in once again. He felt it on his cheek, on the back of his neck, and immediately grew wary. That’s when he saw it—a white, inch-long creature, crystalline and cold, darting from Kevin’s spirit beast bag. The Frost Snow Silkworm. It shot toward him with a whoosh, almost invisible, like a streak of winter wind with fangs. + +Max’s soul power, heightened by his Green Soul and the Three Dimensional Body, instantly locked onto its presence. "What the—?" he murmured, surprised at how stealthy it was. But there was no time to think. He lifted his sword and swung. + +A flaming crescent of sword energy burst forth, forming a barrier of scorching heat and force. The silkworm collided with it midair, causing a high-pitched crackling sound as its icy body sizzled under the wave of black flame. It was sent tumbling backward, barely escaping death. + +"Huh, you actually discovered it." Kevin’s voice carried a note of reluctant frustration mixed with disappointment as he narrowed his eyes at Max. + +With a flick of his sleeve, he recalled the Frost Snow Silkworm back into its spirit bag. While the silkworm was indeed an elite at the peak of Champion Rank—more than capable of assassinating most Legend Rank experts in silence—against someone like Max, it was clearly outmatched. + +It could sneak, yes, but it couldn’t kill. Not him. + +Kevin finally admitted to himself what he’d been resisting all this time. Despite the apparent realm difference, Max was no ordinary 9th level Master Rank. In fact, if he had to judge, Max’s true strength could only be compared to those in the mid-levels of the Legend Rank. That was horrifying. + +Kevin’s expression turned grim as the truth finally settled in. This monster in front of him wasn’t using underhanded tricks or cheap talismans like he had first assumed. No, June—one of Void Soul Tower’s most promising legends—a Heaven Grade genius—had been killed in a head-on confrontation. + +Probably overwhelmed before she could even react properly. It was too absurd to believe at first, but that’s exactly why it worked. + +Who would expect a so-called Master Rank brat to be strong enough to slay legends? It was the perfect cover—everyone would underestimate him. Just like June must have. And it cost her everything. + +Max, however, wasn’t as relaxed as he looked. The earlier sneak attack from the Frost Snow Silkworm had left him on edge. His instincts were sharp, and now, his senses screamed in warning against all attacks from Kevin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-843.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-843.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2a1e937 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-843.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 837: Terrifying Insects" +slug: "ch-843" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 843 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1112 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Go." + +The word was spoken so lightly from Kevin’s lips that it was nearly drowned by the wind, but Max caught it—and the sound that followed confirmed his instincts. A deafening, eerie screech erupted from the spirit beast bag on Kevin’s waist, and in the next instant, a wave of inky black burst out. + +A swarm of bloodthirsty black insects surged into the air like a demonic cloud. These were no ordinary pests. They were larger than the ones Max had seen used against that green-robed young man earlier. Much larger. And more dangerous. + +At the forefront were two that instantly caught Max’s attention. Their aura was terrifying—each emanating a power equal to a 3rd and 4th level Legend Rank cultivator. Their eyes glowed with a fierce crimson hue, and their wings buzzed with such force they kicked up gales in the confined canyon. Behind them followed thousands—yes, thousands—of vicious, razor-winged insects. + +The swarm darkened the valley as they swept forward, guided by the scent of blood and death. A sickening, almost choking stench filled the air, the combined aura of so many insects enough to make even seasoned warriors flinch. + +When Max saw the monstrous swarm of bloodthirsty black insects rushing at him like a sea of death, his scalp tingled in alarm. He didn’t hesitate—he immediately swung the Blue Dragon Sword with all his might, trying to cleave through the wave and open a path. + +But just as his blade connected with the two leading insects—those hideous ones that had reached the 3rd and 4th levels of the Legend Rank—thick, oozing black blood spurted out of their cracked carapaces. + +The dark blood splashed directly onto the blade of the Blue Dragon Sword, and in an instant, something terrifying happened. The sword’s glow dimmed, its surface dulled, and the surging energy of the sword abruptly vanished. The level 2 severing sword concept, the level 2 flame concept—it all faded into silence. + +The Blue Dragon Sword trembled faintly in Max’s hand like it had been sealed or poisoned. + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief, his breath caught in his throat. + +"What the hell?!" + +The realization struck him like a thunderclap. That black blood wasn’t ordinary—it was evil, corrosive, suppressive to energy itself. Panic briefly flashed in Max’s eyes. + +Without thinking further, he jumped back, retreating quickly while raising his left hand. With a flash of green light, he activated one of his strongest defensive skill—Omni Guard—and enclosed himself in a thick, spherical forcefield that shimmered like emerald glass. + +Inside, he quickly channeled his black flames, sweeping his arm out and casting a wall of searing flame across the narrow tunnel, aiming to burn the insects down to ash. + +But then, horror gripped him even more tightly. + +The black flames roared to life, but the bloodthirsty black insects didn’t even flinch. They flew straight through the flames like shadows dancing through smoke, their speed and ferocity undiminished. Max’s pupils shrank as he realized the truth. The flames had no effect. None at all. + +"Hahaha!" Kevin laughed wildly from behind the swarm, his figure half-shrouded in the black mist. "My insects are born from death! Your black flames, born of the same nature—extreme yin and devouring essence—have no effect on them! You want to burn death with death?! Foolish!" + +Max’s lips pressed into a thin line as a storm of worry surged through his chest. His green shield—his last line of defense—started to crack under the onslaught. + +The insects collided with the Omni Guard, and it rippled violently. Tiny holes formed like burrowing ants in glass, then widened rapidly. The swarm was eating through his shield. Devouring it. + +"Damn it," Max growled, retreating further, step by step, until his back pressed against the large, peach-shaped lava structure in the cave. There was nowhere else to go. + +’Should I use teleportation to get out of here?’ He thought briefly for a moment. + +"You can’t escape now, right?" Kevin’s voice echoed coldly in the cavern, filled with triumph and scorn. + +Max’s face was solemn. He could escape here safely if he wanted to using his teleportation but he didn’t want to. Since he had almost fully shown his true abilities to Kevin, Max wanted to kill him. But the insects were the problem here. + +Then, suddenly—an idea struck him. + +These insects were born from extreme yin. Their black blood, their affinity for death, the way they ignored his black flames—it was all the same type of energy. But what if he tried its opposite? + +Pure yang... lightning! + +Max didn’t know for sure if it would work. But he had no better option. His right hand flashed suddenly with streaks of sharp blue lightning, pure and crackling, like a thunder god’s spark. The energy surged from his body, causing faint arcs to zip through the air. + +And the moment the lightning appeared—the insects stopped. + +The bloodthirsty swarm, which had been flying forward relentlessly like a flood, suddenly froze mid-air. Their wings fluttered erratically. Some even backed off. + +The two high-level insects screeched in discomfort, their bodies twitching uncontrollably under the lightning’s radiant glow. It was clear—they feared it. + +Max’s expression hardened, and a cold smile touched his lips. + +"Looks like I found your weakness." + +Kevin’s face turned darker than the abyss itself when he saw the change in the swarm. His expression twisted, and he let out a cold snort as if trying to suppress the mounting irritation in his chest. + +Without another word, he flicked his index finger sharply, and a single drop of blood flew out, glowing faintly red. At the same time, he rolled up his sleeves and performed a hand seal that turned that drop into a swirling mist of blood essence. + +The mist spread rapidly, sinking into the swarm of bloodthirsty black insects like a fog wrapping around shadows. + +Especially the two leading insects—those terrifying creatures at the 3rd and 4th level of the Legend Rank—the mist seemed to drive them mad. Their tiny red eyes burst into bright crimson, their bodies trembling with power as they let out screeches filled with feral rage. + +The entire swarm suddenly turned frenzied, their formation tightening like a storm cloud about to descend. The insects, now maddened by the blood mist, roared toward Max with a unified will to tear him apart. + +From a distance, it looked like a massive black tidal wave or a cloud of death about to crash down on one tiny figure. Kevin stood behind with a twisted smirk, his arms folded as he watched the chaos unfold. + +"Hahaha!" Kevin laughed with wild delight, convinced that Max had reached the end of his path. "Let’s see how you survive this, you freak!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-844.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-844.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee3b43e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-844.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 838: Lightnings is the only way" +slug: "ch-844" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 844 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1098 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But just as Kevin relished in what he thought was certain victory, a strange buzzing sound echoed through the air—different from the swarm’s noise. It was sharp, electric, and growing louder by the second. + +"Buzz—!" + +Kevin paused, frowning. His eyes narrowed as he noticed a brilliant light emerging from Max’s right palm. At first, he thought it was a spiritual glow, perhaps a flame or protective rune. But when he focused more carefully, his pupils shrank. + +Lightning. + +It wasn’t just ordinary lightning, but thick, vibrant blue arcs of electricity that danced around Max’s entire body. It sizzled through the air with crackling intensity, coiling and snapping like a storm caged in human form. + +Max’s figure was suddenly encased in a shimmering suit of lightning armor—Lightning Manifestation Armour—its surface pulsing with electric veins, each thrum bursting with power and radiant pressure. He looked like a living thunder god. + +"What is this?" Kevin muttered, his voice stiff. + +Max’s eyes glinted under the lightning veil, and without a word, he raised his arm and pointed it forward. In the next instant— + +"Go." + +The single word was like thunder splitting the heavens. + +A barrage of lightning bolts shot out in all directions from his body, surging toward the swarm like divine punishment. Arcs of blue light crackled through the black cloud of insects, each bolt moving faster than the eye could track. + +The swarm, moments ago a maddened wall of death, suddenly faltered. The insects shrieked and scattered in fear. Their wings trembled. Their formation broke. + +Even the two terrifying Legend Rank bloodthirsty black insects let out distorted cries and tried to turn away. + +Kevin’s expression changed in a flash. + +"Not good!" he hissed, suddenly sensing danger too late. + +He raised his hand, trying to recall the insects with a spiritual pull, but Max was faster. Drawing upon his level 2 lightning concept, Max summoned even more thunderbolts and unleashed them in waves, covering the entire area in a net of pure yang energy. + +The bloodthirsty black insects stood no chance. + +One after another, their wings were seared off, their chitinous bodies burned through, their cries fading into silence. The air filled with the smell of scorched flesh and the sharp tang of ozone. Only the two highest-ranked insects barely managed to survive, tumbling through the air in retreat. + +Kevin’s face was ashen now, his jaw clenched in fury. He immediately stepped forward and caught the two survivors, pulling them into his sleeves before they could be destroyed too. His eyes locked onto Max with the kind of murderous glare that could burn a hole through stone. + +"You bastard," he growled. "You actually dared to kill my insects... I swear, I will never rest until I tear you to pieces with my own hands!" + +"You can’t even protect yourself right now," Max said coldly, his voice calm yet filled with disdain, as crackles of residual lightning still flickered across his armor. After annihilating the bloodthirsty swarm, he let out a controlled breath, finally sensing a brief lull in the fight. + +Without hesitation, he raised his hand once more, this time activating a powerful trump card—Magic Sword Excalibur. The air trembled with energy as golden lights surged out of Max’s palm, forming into an enormous sword of light in the sky, so radiant it seemed to slice through the dim valley gloom just by existing. + +The sword hovered for a brief moment, casting a long shadow over Kevin’s figure, before humming sharply and diving down like divine judgment aimed at his enemy. + +Kevin’s expression turned grim the moment he sensed the overwhelming power descending upon him. "Not good," he muttered, his eyes widening. With desperate speed, he reached into his storage ring and pulled out a black bell—ancient-looking, covered in cursed etchings—and hurled it forward. + +The bell rapidly expanded in midair, growing to several meters tall, and emitted a deep, resonating hum that echoed across the icy canyon. As the bell hovered before him, it unleashed a torrent of black light, thick and murky like a tidal wave of ink. Within the swirling darkness, countless ghostly faces appeared—some twisted in agony, others baring fangs in rage. + +They howled and screeched as if cursed souls had been sealed inside. + +The massive golden sword collided with the black light, and for a moment, the entire valley quaked from the impact. Sparks flew. The golden energy clashed violently against the ghost-filled darkness. In the end, the sword was deflected, swept aside with a thunderous crash that echoed like the crack of the heavens. + +But Max didn’t flinch. He watched with narrowed eyes, noting every detail, especially the hideous ghost faces snarling at him through the black light. Their existence might have terrified others, but Max didn’t even blink. + +"Futile," he muttered under his breath. + +Without another word, Max’s aura exploded outward. Black flames curled across his shoulders, lightning danced along his limbs, and the air around him warped with raw elemental energy. His body underwent a dramatic transformation as he activated Dragon Scales Transformation. + +Gleaming golden-black scales covered his skin like armor forged by ancient dragons themselves, each one glowing faintly with suppressed power. His eyes turned sharper, more beast-like, and in that moment, he didn’t just look like a cultivator—he looked like a god of war. + +Then, with the full power of his 700 Draconic Essences, Max raised his fist. The muscles of his arm bulged with coiled strength, and the lightning from his core flowed into his punch. + +"Break," he growled—and then he struck. + +Bang! + +The punch met the oncoming black light and the cursed bell with unstoppable force. For an instant, time seemed to freeze. Then, the black light shattered like fragile glass struck by a meteor. The eerie ghost faces were torn apart in the shockwave, reduced to drifting dust. + +The mighty bell itself let out a groan, as if in pain, before it was sent flying backwards and smashed into the rocky side of the valley wall, cracking in multiple places.𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 + +Kevin stumbled back, stunned beyond words. His eyes were wide, pupils trembling. The color drained from his already pale face, making him look like a ghost himself. + +"W-What?" he muttered in disbelief. + +That bell was one of his strongest defensive treasures, infused with cursed souls and deathly yin energy. It had deflected attacks from countless foes, even blocked a peak-level Legend Rank’s killing blow once. + +But now... it had been broken—shattered—by one punch. A single punch from a so-called Master Rank. + +Kevin’s heart dropped into a cold void. For the first time, fear began to creep in. Real, bone-deep fear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-845.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-845.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2228c05 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-845.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 839: Grey Figure" +slug: "ch-845" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 845 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1096 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Don’t kill me!" Kevin’s voice cracked with desperation as his knees hit the ground. His once arrogant face had collapsed into raw panic. "If—if you let me go, I won’t tell anyone about the demonic blood! I swear it! I’ll disappear—I’ll never come after you again!" + +Max sneered, his expression cold and merciless. "Have you ever heard the phrase... dead men tell no tales?" His voice was quiet, but it cut through Kevin like a blade. + +Kevin’s pupils constricted as sheer terror washed over him. His body trembled, his breath turned ragged, and without any care for dignity, he began to sob. "No, no, please—don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! I—I’ll do anything!" + +Tears and snot flowed freely down his pale face, mixing with the dirt and blood. He had once been a proud genius of the Void Soul Tower, feared and respected—but now, he was nothing more than a sniveling wreck, begging for his life. + +But then, just as he looked up, expecting another sneer or perhaps the final strike, he saw something unexpected. Max stepped back. Then again. And again. Until he stood several paces away, far out of Kevin’s reach. + +Kevin blinked, confusion replacing panic. Had Max changed his mind? Had his begging worked? "You... you’re sparing me?" he whispered, voice trembling with hope. + +But what Kevin didn’t notice—what he was too blinded by relief to see—was the look on Max’s face. That wasn’t pity. That wasn’t mercy. That was horror. + +From the bubbling lava pool behind Kevin, a gray shadow silently slithered upward like smoke with weight. It moved unnaturally, its presence cold and suffocating, as if reality bent slightly around it. Before Kevin could even turn, the shadow lunged forward and latched onto his back. + +"AHHH!" Kevin screamed, the sound tearing from his throat with soul-deep agony. His body convulsed violently, blood spurting from his limbs—but none of it splattered the ground. Instead, it was absorbed... into the gray figure, which clung to him like a parasite. + +Then came a scene Max would never forget. + +The shadow... merged with Kevin. + +Not possessed him. Not killed him. + +It became him. + +Blood-red flowers burst across Kevin’s skin as if blooming from within, grotesque and alien. His screams continued, each one weaker than the last, until they dissolved into low, guttural groans. His eyes, once black with fear, turned into an eerie silver-gray, lifeless yet glowing with a strange light. His already pale skin shifted color—silver now, like molten metal cooled into human form. A faint but horrifying silver aura pulsed around him. + +Max’s heart skipped a beat. His instincts roared with alarm. + +This wasn’t some hidden trump card. This wasn’t some technique Kevin had summoned. + +This was something else entirely. + +Something ancient. Something wrong. + +Chills shot down Max’s spine as he turned and ran without a word. He didn’t care to find out what that thing was. Whatever had come from that lava pool was not meant to exist in this world. His instincts screamed it louder than any reasoning ever could. + +Run. + +He shot out of the Ice Valley like a streak of light, crossing the Azure Cloud Mountain range without pause. His breath was heavy, his heart pounding. Only after flying for hundreds of miles without looking back did Max finally stop in a secluded, shadowed forest. He landed on a moss-covered stone, hands on his knees, chest rising and falling rapidly. + +Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The wind rustled the leaves overhead, but to Max, it felt like whispers. His muscles tensed with every sound. + +Even now, his scalp tingled with unease. His mind replayed the horrific scene over and over—the gray shadow, the merging, the glowing silver skin, Kevin’s transformation. + +He had faced death before. Fought Legend Ranks. Killed his enemies without blinking. + +But this... + +This was something else. + +After resting for a while and letting the chilling fear in his chest slowly settle, Max finally stood up and set out once more. There was no point in lingering in that cursed valley, not after witnessing such a twisted scene. + +The sky above remained dim and tinted with gray clouds, giving little indication of time, but by his internal sense, Max could tell it was already the third day since entering the secret domain. To his surprise, the outer region alone was incomprehensibly vast—like an independent world forged from powerful spatial arts. + +The sheer magnitude of power it would take to open such a secret domain made even Max pause. It wasn’t something ordinary experts could hope to create. Half a day passed before a new landscape came into view—an entire stretch of rugged land covered in sharp black peaks, with plumes of smoke rising high into the sky. + +A cluster of volcanoes. The ground trembled faintly with each step, and distant roars of molten activity echoed like thunder. + +Max narrowed his eyes as he reached for the half-burned map he’d obtained earlier. "The map mentioned possible treasures in the volcanic regions," he muttered, staring into the thick heat haze that distorted the air. + +He wasn’t entirely sure what kind of treasure, but instinct and experience told him that any place this dangerous had to hold something valuable. After a moment of thought, he made his decision and flew toward the volcanic cluster. + +As he got closer, the temperature rose drastically, the air itself glowing faintly red as shimmering heatwaves danced across his vision. He immediately summoned his vital essence and formed a shell around his body, shielding himself from the unbearable heat. Lava flowed down some of the distant mountains like rivers of flame, and the scent of sulfur filled the air, stinging his nose. + +With careful steps, Max climbed one of the smaller volcanoes. The steep incline was littered with hazards—coiled poisonous snakes flicking their tongues from under rocks, massive black scorpions scuttling along the jagged terrain, and even the dried skeletons of beasts and unfortunate warriors who had met their end here. + +Their bones were scorched black, charred by the volcanic heat. It was clear this place was far from peaceful. The further he climbed, the more cautious he became, keeping his senses sharp. About halfway up the mountain, Max paused as something caught his eye. On the western side of the slope, nestled against a natural terrace, was an open clearing shaded by an odd red hue. + +The source? Fiery-red trees with glowing bark and leaves like burning feathers. They looked ethereal—clearly not ordinary flora. As he moved closer, the ground trembled lightly beneath him, and he spotted movement among the trees. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-846.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-846.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e68e1b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-846.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 840: Josh and Scott" +slug: "ch-846" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 846 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Two figures emerged from the woods near the glowing grove. They looked young, not much older than Max himself. For a moment, none of them moved. Then recognition flashed across one of their faces. + +"Max?" one of the young men said in shock. + +"Scott, Josh, I didn’t expect to see you two here. It’s really fate, isn’t it?" Max said with a calm smile, his tone casual, as if they were just old friends reuniting. + +But the glint in his eyes was cold—ruthless. Standing in the heart of this burning volcanic world, Max looked anything but merciful. + +The two young men—Scott from Mountain Gods Valley and Josh from Thunder Monarch Hall—froze the moment they heard his voice. For a heartbeat, they hesitated, their faces going pale as fear crept into their eyes. + +Then, without a word, they turned and bolted in the opposite direction, leaping over molten cracks and scrambling down the volcanic slope like their lives depended on it. And they did. They had witnessed the impossible with their own eyes—Julio torn to pieces, June crushed and overwhelmed. + +Both of them had been stronger than Max back then, and yet they had died so swiftly it had haunted Scott and Josh ever since. Now Max was even stronger, having ascended to the 9th level of Master Rank. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in their hearts—they were no match for him. + +"Running away?" Max’s smirk deepened as he took a step forward. A sharp wind blew, ruffling his cloak, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared. + +He had already marked them for death the moment he entered the secret domain. Mountain Gods Valley, Thunder Monarch Hall—both had stood against him, hunted him, mocked his low cultivation. And now, seeing these two delivered right into his hands, Max saw no reason to show mercy. + +His speed was terrifying. Within seconds, he was already closing in. "You actually reached the 9th level of Master Rank..." Josh muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief and terror. Both of them were now shaking uncontrollably. + +They were at the 2nd level of Legend Rank, but what use was that? June had been at the 5th, and she still died horribly. Against a monster like Max, they were as good as dead. + +"Split up!" Scott shouted. The fear in his chest had reached its peak. Josh didn’t hesitate. Both darted off in different directions, hoping to force Max to pick one. + +But Max only smiled as his fingers moved. "Magic Sword Excalibur." The skill responded immediately, golden light blooming in the sky as a massive sword—radiant and divine—descended like judgment from the heavens. + +Scott looked up, his eyes widening as he saw the blade falling toward him. "No—!" he screamed, but the sound was lost in the explosion of light and heat. + +The golden sword slammed down. The ground cracked, the air trembled, and Scott vanished. No blood. No body. Not even a bone remained. Just molten rock and flickering embers where he once stood. + +Josh’s face twisted in sheer terror as he watched Scott vanish under the divine weight of the golden sword. His legs moved faster than ever, instincts screaming at him to run, to escape no matter what. + +But the shadow of death loomed behind him, relentless and inevitable. He could feel it. Then, from behind, he heard the unmistakable hum of a blade—Max had drawn the Blue Dragon Sword. + +The air cracked with a thunderous pulse as a wave of pure sword energy erupted from the weapon, carrying with it the overwhelming force of Max’s level 2 severing sword concept. + +The sky itself seemed to tremble. Sword light sliced across the land, illuminating the volcanic terrain in blinding radiance. Trees, rocks, even the solid ground were turned to dust beneath the destructive momentum. The entire field vibrated with energy. + +Josh glanced back, only to be met with that terrifying wall of sword light. His face turned deathly pale. "Max! If you kill me, Senior Brother Arnold will never let you go!" he cried out desperately, clutching onto the only threat he could muster.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +Max’s reply was cold, merciless. "Will he let me live if I don’t kill you?" + +And with that, Max vanished and reappeared like a phantom behind him. The Blue Dragon Sword slashed through the air again. Josh scrambled to defend himself, throwing up a mana-infused palm print in a panic, but Max was already channeling his Severing Flow Sword Art. + +A dark gleam flashed in Max’s eyes, and he brought the sword down with the full force of his concept and body. The palm print shattered instantly with a deafening crack, torn in half like paper. Josh barely had time to widen his eyes before— + +"Puchi." + +The blade tore through his body like it was cutting cloth. Blood sprayed in a massive arc as his body was split into two clean halves from head to toe. + +The pieces slammed into the scorched ground, blood soaking into the red-hot volcanic soil, hissing into steam. The young man from Thunder Monarch Hall was no more. + +Max didn’t spare him another glance. With a flick of his hand, he took Josh’s storage ring, and then casually walked back to the remains of Scott and did the same. Within moments, both rings were in his possession. Max examined their contents as the heat of the volcano swirled around him. + +As expected, Josh’s ring was impressive—over 200,000 Legend Rank cores, a collection of medicines, potions, and various resources. Thunder Monarch Hall truly did equip its people well. But despite the quantity, Max was underwhelmed. + +To someone like him, these cores were little more than supplies now, useful but not particularly exciting. + +He turned his attention to Scott’s ring. It, too, contained more than 200,000 legend rank cores, as well as a greater variety of medicines and herbs. Just as Max was about to dismiss the contents, something caught his attention. + +A faint red-gold glimmer peeked out from the corner of the ring’s space. He summoned it with a thought, and a spiritual herb the color of molten sun fell into his hand. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-847.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-847.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b71ba46 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-847.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 841: Crazy Sword" +slug: "ch-847" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 847 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1000 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Life Soul Grass?" Max blinked in surprise, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. + +This rare herb was a treasure even to powerhouses. From what he remembered, it could elevate one’s cultivation by a small level instantly upon consumption, but it had a strict condition—it could only be used once in a lifetime, and had no effect thereafter. Even so, such a treasure was priceless, especially in a dire moment. Max’s fingers gently closed around it as he tucked it away carefully. + +Just as Max was carefully putting away the Life Soul Grass and preparing to descend the fiery slope, his Three Dimensional Body suddenly flared with alertness. It was subtle—like a ripple in the air behind him—but to Max’s heightened perception, it might as well have been a scream. + +He turned his head slowly, only to hear the sound of slow, mocking applause echoing through the volcanic haze. + +"Pah, pah. Not bad. Not bad at all," a lazy, amused voice rang out. "A mere ninth-level Master Rank trash able to kill not one, but two second-level Legend Rank experts? You’ve really opened my eyes today." + +From the woods ahead, a figure emerged, stepping through the fiery red mist like a phantom woven from shadow and steel. He was a young man, draped in a black robe that swayed slightly with each step. His features were refined and handsome—sharp cheekbones, pale skin that gleamed faintly in the light, and eyes like pools of dark ink. + +His presence was striking, almost blinding, like a sheathed sword barely containing its bloodlust. His long black hair fell loosely around his shoulders, giving him the aura of a wild and untamed genius. + +Standing calmly, he looked at Max with a smirk, his arms loosely behind his back, and spoke again. "It seems you’ve either stumbled upon some grand opportunity or use a secret technique to increase your strength to Legend Rank level. Which is it, I wonder?" + +Max’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t underestimate anyone—especially not someone who could remain completely hidden from his senses until now. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone cautious. + +The young man chuckled, slow and confident, then continued walking forward with an easy grace. "Me? Well, let me introduce myself properly." He gave a casual nod, his smile growing wider. "My name is Glen." + +Max’s heart sank a little. That name... it wasn’t unfamiliar. His expression turned heavy. "Glen... you’re the three-star genius known as Crazy Sword from the Absolute Sword Palace?" + +Glen chuckled again and spread his arms theatrically, like an actor basking in applause. "That’s right. I’m flattered that my reputation reached even you." + +Max’s gaze instinctively shifted to gauge Glen’s strength—seventh level of Legend Rank. It was the highest cultivation Max had seen so far in the secret domain. Not just that, the pressure Glen gave off wasn’t merely powerful—it was refined, honed like a weapon forged under extreme pressure, like a killing machine in human skin. + +But Glen didn’t immediately move to kill him. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and said with what seemed like genuine curiosity, "I’m not some bloodthirsty lunatic, you know. I’m reasonable. So how about this—tell me how you’ve grown so strong while still at the Master Rank. The technique. The secret. The inheritance. Whatever it is, just tell me... and I’ll let you walk away." + +Max didn’t answer right away. His thoughts churned. This was not a man to be provoked without reason—but neither could he allow himself to show weakness. He looked Glen dead in the eye and said, voice level, "I can tell you. But I have a condition." + +A spark of amusement flickered across Glen’s face. "Condition?" he repeated as if Max had just told a joke. "Do you really think you’re in a position to negotiate with me?" + +His voice dropped a pitch as he casually pointed at the ground—at the broken, blood-soaked corpse of Josh, still smoldering on the fiery earth. + +"You killed a disciple of Thunder Monarch Hall," Glen said, his tone now colder, quieter. "Tell me, what do you think will happen to you once they find out about that? Or better yet—what do you think they’ll do once they find out I know about it?" + +His smile returned, but it wasn’t warm anymore—it was sharp. Predatory. + +Max’s face darkened as Glen’s smug words settled in the air. "Are you threatening me?" he asked coldly, his tone coated in anger and disbelief. + +But Glen simply smiled and shook his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. "No," he said calmly, flicking his hand through the air as if brushing away dust. "I’m not threatening you, Max. I’m just stating a simple truth. If you’re smart, you won’t play any tricks. Because by the time this ends, if you make the wrong choice, you won’t just lose that pretty little herb you’re hiding—you’ll lose your life." + +Max narrowed his eyes and responded with a sharp edge in his voice, "And what if I refuse?" + +As he spoke, he deliberately tucked the Life Soul Grass back into his storage ring, never taking his eyes off Glen. + +Glen chuckled, slow and mocking, and shook his head with exaggerated disappointment. "You really don’t know how to choose, do you? I can’t even decide whether to admire your guts or call you a complete idiot." + +He let out a sigh, almost as if he truly pitied Max. "Well, I guess I’ll have to waste a bit of time taking your life. But maybe Arnold will owe me a favor after this, so it won’t be for nothing." + +That name made Max blink. "You know who I am?" he asked cautiously, the gears in his mind turning faster now. + +"Of course," Glen replied, his tone almost cheerful. "You’re Max—the monster who killed a three-star member of the Thunder Monarch Hall and that Heaven-grade genius from the Void Soul Tower. How could I not know?" + +Max tilted his head, voice quiet and testing, "Then aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you too?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-848.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-848.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a891472 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-848.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 842: Azure Thunder Sword" +slug: "ch-848" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 848 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1141 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A long silence followed. Then Glen let out a laugh, the kind that sent a chill down Max’s spine. "Afraid?" he echoed, eyes flashing with disdain. "Not in the slightest. I saw your entire fight just now. You’ve got a level 2 sword concept. Impressive for someone at your rank." + +As he said this, Glen’s leisurely steps suddenly became sharper, more focused. In that instant, a brilliant glow began to wrap around his body like a divine aura. Max’s eyes narrowed further. + +A level 2 sword concept. + +The same level.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 + +Max’s breath caught for a second. ’No wonder they call him Crazy Sword...’ + +He’d fought many strong opponents recently, and the further he climbed in the Legend Rank realm, the more he understood how enormous the gap was between each small level. Especially after the fifth level. + +Glen was at the seventh level of Legend Rank—an entirely different league. Max knew that unless he unleashed everything—his four concepts, all of his trump cards—he wouldn’t stand a chance if he tried to hold back. + +But Glen didn’t give him the time to think. + +"Die," he said with a smile that dripped with certainty. + +In the blink of an eye, his sword gleamed with terrifying brilliance, and an overwhelming sword light burst forth. The air itself seemed to freeze as the radiant sword energy condensed into a terrifying ten-foot-long blade of light, descending from the sky with a pressure that shook the mountain. The slash wasn’t just fast—it was absolute. Unstoppable. + +Max could feel it in his bones. That wasn’t just an attack—it was an execution. + +It was the kind of sword strike that could cleave even an eighth-level Legend Rank expert in two. Even a ninth-level warrior would struggle to block it without suffering serious damage. Only someone at the peak—at the tenth level—might be able to withstand such a blow without being crushed. + +And it was coming straight for Max’s face. + +However, Glen’s arrogance proved to be his downfall. Although he acknowledged that Max was powerful enough to kill a second-level Legend Rank expert, he still believed Max couldn’t possibly stand against someone beyond the fourth or fifth level without any external help and he would make sure Max didn’t have any chance to use treasures or anything that could be called external help. + +So, with a mocking smile on his lips and eyes filled with disdain, Glen had only used twenty percent of his full strength for that devastating sword strike. He thought it was enough to crush Max into dust. + +But reality quickly shattered that illusion. With a sharp swish, the Blue Dragon Sword flashed into Max’s hand, its blade wrapped in a terrifying level 2 sword concept. Without hesitation, Max slashed upward and cleanly sliced through the brilliant ten-foot-long sword energy that Glen had unleashed. + +The radiant sword light shattered like glass, dispersing harmlessly into the hot air. But instead of counterattacking, Max turned on his heels and bolted, vanishing in a blur of motion. + +Glen’s eyes twitched slightly, and a cold smirk spread across his face as he muttered, "Huh... interesting. I underestimated you." + +There was a sudden flash beneath his feet as he gave chase, his body enveloped in an aura of crackling blue light. Thunder rolled across the sky as a stormy pressure erupted from him, sending shockwaves rippling through the volcanic range. Lightning flickered in his wake, blasting through rock and ash like a vengeful god descending upon the land. + +As Max sprinted across jagged cliffs and leapt from one fiery ridge to another, he turned back just enough to see the thunderous light surging behind him. His face fell. "Lightning Sword Concept..." he muttered grimly. He hadn’t expected that. + +Among the elemental paths, thunder was not only one of the most destructive, but also one of the hardest to comprehend. Only experts with absolute determination and an unshakable desire for strength could forge themselves along the path of thunder. + +And Glen, the so-called Crazy Sword, was clearly one of those rare monsters who had walked that painful road to its terrifying heights. + +The mountains trembled under the pressure of their pursuit. Snakes, scorpions, and even birds scattered in terror, their instincts screaming at them to flee from the unfolding disaster. Lava bubbled more violently, and even the volcanoes rumbled like they were warning of something cataclysmic. + +Then, with a sudden explosion of movement, Glen appeared behind Max like a phantom, slamming his palm forward with force that carried the roar of thunder. The palm wind screamed through the air, wrapped in arcs of blinding electricity, cutting through the atmosphere like a divine blade. + +Max barely had time to turn and defend. The Blue Dragon Sword came up just in time, clashing against the palm. A deafening bang erupted as lightning exploded upon contact. Sparks flew in all directions, sending chunks of volcanic rock tumbling. The palm wind was destroyed, dispersed into nothingness by Max’s counter. + +Max landed heavily on a large volcanic slope, his boots grinding into the searing stone. His face was gloomy, eyes narrowed in fierce concentration as he glared at Glen. He didn’t say anything, but inside, his thoughts were racing. Glen wasn’t an opponent he could take lightly. + +Glen stood atop the smoldering cliff like a god of thunder incarnate, his entire body wrapped in arcs of crackling blue lightning. Sparks danced around him, and the faint hum of thunder rolled through the air with every breath he took. + +His expression was cold, emotionless—completely detached—as if Max were nothing more than an insect beneath his gaze. A faint blue glow shimmered in his eyes, and his voice was devoid of warmth as he spoke, "Hand over your techniques and all your treasures, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise... this place will become your grave." + +The heat from the nearby lava seemed to intensify under the weight of those words. But Max, standing with one hand resting on the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword, narrowed his eyes and replied in a low, grim voice, "Don’t even think about it." + +Glen’s patience snapped like a stretched wire. Without wasting another word, he raised his right arm and waved his hand through the air. A flash of green light burst out, and with a loud hiss, a massive sword materialized in his grip—the Azure Thunder Sword. + +It wasn’t just a Legend Rank weapon; it was a thunder-forged weapon, refined using rare minerals imbued with lightning energy. The blade was over three feet long, the hilt shaped like a coiled dragon, and the entire weapon hummed with a terrifying blue glow that left an afterimage in the air. Even from a distance, the pressure it emitted could shake the soul. + +The blade itself wasn’t sharp in the traditional sense, but the power it carried was like a storm waiting to be unleashed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-849.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-849.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c93a734 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-849.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 843: Exhausted" +slug: "ch-849" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 849 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Glen didn’t hold back. He lifted the Azure Thunder Sword and brought it crashing down, and in that instant, the entire sky above Max transformed. It wasn’t just lightning—no, it looked like a vast sea of thunder had been flipped upside down and poured toward him. + +Thousands of bolts intertwined, forming rivers of electricity that all converged on Max. Glen himself dived down right behind the attack, his body wrapped in thunderous force, adding even more weight to the blow. Though it was only a basic sword strike, the sheer force, precision, and mastery made it as terrifying as a divine technique. + +Max’s face hardened. He could feel the incredible pressure bearing down on him—both from Glen’s cultivation and from his sheer swordsmanship. He didn’t dare to be careless. With a deep breath, he activated Dragon Scales Transformation. + +Instantly, black glowing scales coated his body like a divine armor. His physical power surged, and the air around him trembled. Then, without hesitation, he swung his Blue Dragon Sword upward, its edge wrapped in the power of his level 2 severing sword concept, executing the signature move of his Severing Flow Sword Art. + +A tremendous explosion shook the entire volcano. + +Lightning clashed against sword light, thunder collided with severing force. Max stood at the center of the chaos, resisting the thunderstorm with brute force. But even though the lightning couldn’t harm him—thanks to his own comprehension of level 2 lightning concept—he made a split-second decision. + +He let the force push him backward, acting as though he was overwhelmed. With a loud boom, he flung himself away, crashing against the mountainside. The impact sent chunks of rock flying. Max landed heavily, dust rising around him. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he groaned, clutching his side. + +It was all an act. + +Inside, his energy churned and swirled violently, but he wasn’t truly injured. Yet to Glen’s eyes, Max now appeared battered and vulnerable. + +"You really disappoint me by being so weak," Glen said with a sneer, his voice echoing coldly through the scorched volcanic air. He slowly shook his head and let out a sigh, almost like a teacher dismayed by a failed student. + +Then, without another moment’s hesitation, he lifted the Azure Thunder Sword once more. A violent crackle of lightning erupted from the blade as he swung it down with overwhelming force, intent on ending Max’s life in a single blow. + +The energy surging from his sword was immense, and Glen was certain that no one of Max’s cultivation could possibly survive this. But just as that sword was about to fall, something unexpected happened. + +A terrifying energy suddenly erupted from Max’s body, and with it, a massive wave of pressure swept outward, blowing away the suffocating heatwaves and shaking the mountain beneath them. Glen instinctively halted his attack mid-air, eyes narrowing. + +The air shimmered strangely around Max, and then Glen saw it—black flames. Endless black flames coiled into the sky like a demonic dragon rising from the underworld. Above Max, these black flames condensed rapidly into dozens, then hundreds of flaming weapons—swords, halberds, spears, axes—all shaped by the sinister fire. + +Max himself was wrapped entirely in the same black flames, his figure outlined in shadows and embers. A floating black crown formed above his head, burning silently, ominously. + +"Black flames?" Glen raised an eyebrow, slightly startled but intrigued. He chuckled and nodded slowly. "So... you have a connection with the Black Lotus Guild. That’s quite interesting." + +His tone shifted—no longer dismissive, but solemn. The playfulness in his eyes faded as he looked at Max with new respect, or perhaps caution. "You’ve mastered a level 2 sword concept, killed multiple Legend Rank experts while still in the Master Rank... If you’re killed by me, Glen of the Absolute Sword Palace, one of its most prominent geniuses, then it will be your honor. You should be grateful." + +Glen laughed suddenly, his voice sharp and unrestrained. There was an unsettling hunger in his eyes, and his face was slightly flushed with anticipation. The Azure Thunder Sword in his hand released a terrifying burst of energy again—blades of lightning formed in the air, twisting and writhing like serpents. + +From his position high in the sky, the lightning around him crackled louder, thunder rolling like drums of war. "Max," he said, voice cold and final, "I will kill you with my sword—so you can die with dignity." + +Without waiting for a response, Glen dove from the sky like a bolt of divine punishment. His sword tore through the air, crackling with so much lightning that the entire sky lit up with a flickering blue. + +As he descended, the ground trembled, and the flames around them scattered violently, pushed away by the violent force. A deep, deafening BOOM echoed as craters opened around where Glen passed, showing just how lethal that sword strike was. + +But Max didn’t flinch. + +He simply smiled. + +Above him, the black flame crown spun, and from it, countless flaming weapons surged forward like a black tide of destruction. The swords, spears, and axes—each one forged in fire—collided midair with Glen’s descending sword slash. + +A shockwave erupted, light and shadow colliding in the sky. + +In a brilliant flash, Glen’s sword attack was overwhelmed. His lightning sword shattered, torn apart by the hundreds of black flaming weapons that rammed into it one after another. + +Glen’s eyes widened in disbelief, but before he could react, a new sound followed—cough! Max bent over, blood spraying from his lips. His knees gave out, and he stumbled backward, collapsing to one knee. + +The black crown above him trembled. + +And then... it shattered like glass. + +All the black flaming weapons in the sky followed, vanishing one by one into wisps of fading flame. + +Max’s face had gone pale. Sweat drenched his forehead, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the cracked earth below. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. From the outside, it looked like he had just forcefully used some forbidden, overdrawn technique—a desperate move to survive the fatal blow. + +He didn’t say a word, didn’t taunt, didn’t move. + +He just stared at Glen through hazy, tired eyes... watching. Waiting. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-85.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-85.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b6764e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-85.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 85: Three Months" +slug: "ch-85" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 85 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1402 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +In a quiet room filled with training dummies, a young man with silver-white hair sat cross-legged, his eyes closed. He seemed to only wear training trousers, his upper body completely bare. + +Golden, nerve-like pathways glowed across his body, forming intricate patterns that shimmered with an otherworldly light. On closer inspection, these luminous tendrils pulsed like electrical currents, their energy surging rhythmically toward a central point at his navel. + +At the center, the glow grew brighter, forming a radiant core that outshone the tendrils. Each pulse seemed to feed into this central point, converging steadily, as if all the power within him was being drawn and focused into that one brilliant spot. + +This process continued for a few more hours until the glowing tendrils around his body dimmed, and the navel point became the center of the glow, like a small orb. It radiated golden light, illuminating the entire training room before it too gradually faded. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 1 of Apprentice Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for unlocking the Dimension of Flames.] + +Max smiled as he saw the notifications. He hadn’t expected he would also unlock a new dimension after leveling up to Apprentice Rank. + +"I’ve finally entered the Apprentice Rank." He muttered, feeling the new profound strength flowing through his body. ’I feel like a completely different person now and most importantly I feel as if my strength has rose to a whole new level.’ + +The increase in strength was unlike anything he ever felt before when leveled up in the Novice Rank. It felt as if each level of Novice Rank was increasing his strength by 1% then by reaching Apprentice Rank his strength rose by a total of about 10%. + +"I guess that was what to be expected after I absorbed so much cores." Max muttered recalling the outrageous amount of cores he needed to level up. + +After absorbing countless level 9 and level 10 cores, he had seen no increase in level from level 6. He had to absorb an additional five level 1 Apprentice Rank cores to reach level 7. + +Hundreds more level 1 Apprentice Rank cores, along with four level 2 Apprentice Rank cores, to reach level 8, numerous level 2 cores and six level 3 cores to reach level 9, and finally, handful of level 3 cores and some level 4 cores to reach level 10. + +Seeing the amount of cores he was absorbing without leveling up, even Master Sophia questioned if he was kidding, but it was all true. She discovered this the hard way, as she was the one responsible for providing him with cores to level up. + +It was just after the week Max defeated Killian. That day, she lost a fraction of her wealth. + +Since then, Max had been trying to converge all the mana inside his body at one central point to level up to the Apprentice Rank. It had been extremely difficult, as Alice had mentioned, but after nearly three months of hard work, he finally succeeded and reached Level 1 of the Apprentice Rank. + +’Let’s see my stats,’ Max thought, opening his status. + +--- + +[Max] + +– Rank: [Apprentice] + +– Level: 1 + +– Class: [Dimensional Keeper] + +– Title: [Limitbreaker, Aura of Primordial] + +– Physique: 9.6 + +– Soul: 8.3 + +– Energy: 16.5 + +– Skills: + +—» Class Skills: [Three Dimensional Body, Dimension of Time, Dimension of Spirits, Dimension of Flames] + +—» Acquired Skills: [Magic Sword Barrage (Lvl-10), Advance Sword Arts (Lvl-16), Phantom Dash (Lvl-12), Celestial Tempest (Lvl-8), Flame Creation (Lvl-100), Abyssal Coating (Lvl-11), Eternal Bulwark (Lvl-7), Sky Float (Lvl-17)] + +—» Comprehensions: [Sword Aura (Lvl-1), Flame Aura(Lvl-1)] + +– Bloodline: [Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline] + +—» Draconic Essence: [10] + +—» Dragon Scales: [2] + +--- + +After glancing at his stats for a moment, Max noted some changes in the Apprentice Rank compared to the Novice Rank. + +’At level 10 of Novice Rank, my stats were: Physique - 9, Soul - 8, and Energy - 15.’ Max thought and noted that they had increased by 0.6, 0.3, and 1.5, respectively. Though he felt that the stat didn’t justify the increase in strength. + +’So, the increase from the previous rank, only the Energy stat shows an obvious increase of 0.5, while Physique and Soul only increased by 0.1 each,’ he mused, wondering how his stats would fare compared to others. + +But he understood one thing after checking his stats. + +’The value of a stat point in each rank differs greatly.’ Max summarized. Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel.com + +Turning his attention to the skills, Max smiled in satisfaction. After reaching the Limitbreaker rank and leveling them up once again to higher ranks, he had decided to focus all his attention on forming the core inside his body. + +Max glanced at the Magic Sword Barrage skill and muttered, "The upgrade this time is more powerful than the last." + +He held his hand forward, and immediately, three blue glowing objects floated in front of him, casting a soft glow on his face. + +One was a small, finger-sized blue sphere, a bullet from the Magic Bullets skill; the second was a small blue sword the size of his palm; and the third was a normal blue glowing sword, larger than his arm. + +’It’s only becoming bigger as their rank increases,’ Max mused, wondering if he would have an even bigger sword at the Epic rank. + +The highest rank skill he had currently was Legendary rank, which he obtained after upgrading two rare rank skills twice. They were Celestial Tempest, upgraded from Flurry Strike (Rare) to Barrage Strike (Epic) when he first ranked up all his skills, and then to Celestial Tempest (Legendary). + +The other was the Eternal Bulwark, which upgraded from Ten Directional Shield (Rare) to Omni Guard (Epic) and then to Eternal Bulwark (Legendary). + +’Celestial Tempest is a very strong skill,’ Max thought, recalling the scene while training the skill. But what he was most excited about was his defense skill, Eternal Bulwark. + +’I now have three stages of defensive protection on me,’ Max thought excitedly as he used the Ten Directional Shield, causing ten hexagonal-shaped red shields to appear all around him. They glowed with a red ambiance and were partially transparent, each as large as Max himself. + +Max then used the Omni Guard skill, and a spherical shield enveloped him completely. It glowed with a green aura and was completely transparent, unlike the previous one. + +Finally, he used the Eternal Bulwark skill, and a circular shield appeared before him, like the original war shields. + +’This Eternal Bulwark is a strange shield skill, but I believe, since it’s a Legendary rank skill, its full power defense should be stronger than the last two,’ Max thought. + +Happy with his increased rank, Max muttered to himself, "There is still a week before The Guild Summit starts, so I’d like to go to Rune Tower in the meantime." + +These past three months, he hadn’t only trained in skills and cultivated; he also contemplated the runes book, mana flow, and mana structure books, and understood a lot of things. + +Even though it was nothing compared to the knowledge of Daniel Winchester, the mad scientist researching golems, he was at least confident that he should be able to create level 1 rank runes. + +It was just that he had never tried creating a rune since he didn’t have the materials. That was why he wanted to go to Rune Tower. + +"There’s also the so-called Runestone, which I can only find at Rune Tower," Max muttered. From what he’d read in the runes book, a rune and a runestone were two different things. + +A rune was simply a mystical symbol drawn with the power of souls on paper, while a runestone was made by combining a rune with a rare stone called Chaos Stone to make the rune usable for humans, like a one-time skill. + +Max was sure there was something special about this Chaos Stone. He believed that it was because of this stone that his Dragon Scales increased by 1 when he absorbed the runestone that day. + +Though all this was just his assumption, he had to go to Rune Tower to be sure of everything. + +Checking the time, he saw it was still early in the morning. ’Enough time to check on my Dimension of Flames and then go to Rune Tower,’ he thought, messaging Alice about this as he prepared to enter his new Dimension. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-850.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-850.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76841da --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-850.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 844 - 10th level of Master Rank" +slug: "ch-850" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 850 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1081 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Huh? Using a forbidden technique just to save your own life? Pathetic." Glen’s voice was laced with disdain as he slowly walked toward Max, each step echoing with confidence. His face was twisted into a sneer, the kind only the truly arrogant could wear so naturally. + +Max sat slumped on the ground, his breathing ragged, body trembling, and blood still dripping from his lips. The black flame crown had vanished, and the surrounding heat had finally begun to settle, yet Glen’s presence radiated pressure like a thunderstorm waiting to strike again. + +As he closed the distance, Glen tilted his head and stared down at Max with pure contempt. "I really thought you were different. Someone who could comprehend a level 2 sword concept... I assumed you’d die with some dignity, like a true swordsman. But you’re just another coward begging for life at the edge of a blade." + +Max’s eyes widened in fear, and he weakly crawled backward across the charred earth, his fingers digging into the cracked, scorched soil. "Please... don’t kill me," he whispered, his voice filled with panic. His limbs trembled as if even the thought of resisting had been drained out of him. + +Glen scoffed. "Heh, I will—" But the words caught in his throat. His smile froze, and a sharp jolt of pain flashed through his chest. His eyes dropped in disbelief. Right where his heart should be... was a gaping hole, smoldering with a faint black edge. Blood bubbled up in his throat. He looked at Max, stunned, unable to understand what had just happened. + +"You—" he managed to spit out, but that was as far as he got. The next moment, an unbearable pain erupted in his head, as if countless hammers were crashing down on his skull all at once. His mind became a chaotic storm of agony, and his knees buckled slightly. + +Before he could even gather his thoughts, five enormous black flaming spheres appeared around him, each one double his size, swirling with deadly power. The black flames pulsed like they had a will of their own, screaming silently as they surged toward Glen. He had no time to react—no time to heal, defend, or even scream. + +Watching from just outside the danger zone, Max slowly stood up, patting the dust from his robes, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It’s so easy to fool someone who thinks they’re above everyone else," he said softly to himself, shaking his head in amusement. + +He had never planned to fight Glen head-on. Despite his own strength and multiple concepts, he knew the risks. Glen was a true genius of the Absolute Sword Palace, a 7th-level Legend Rank cultivator, and once cornered, there was always the chance he might escape. And if that happened? Max knew the consequences. + +He recalled Princess Lyra’s words again—"Don’t ever let your enemies escape. If you strike, kill. Or they’ll return stronger, and you’ll be the one running." + +So he hadn’t gambled. Instead, he had played the sheep. Faking injury. Spitting blood. Pretending to be drained from a forbidden technique. Making himself look like easy prey. And just as Glen lowered his guard, full of arrogance and disdain, Max struck. + +First, his Soul Sword Art pierced Glen’s heart with absolute precision—a silent assassin’s blow hidden in plain sight. + +Then, the Soulpierce Ascension sent a mental shockwave that dazed Glen, severing his ability to focus or use his vital essence to heal. + +And finally, he had unleashed the Absolute Reaper’s black flames, the killing move—five flaming spheres of death, each fueled by Max’s mastery over fire, soul force, and deathly intent. + +Max turned his gaze toward the floating black spheres, which now began to pulsate violently. + +"Explode," he muttered. + +A moment later—BOOM! + +The volcanic region shook violently as the spheres detonated in unison. Waves of lava surged out of their pools, overflowing like a flood from the heavens. Molten fire rolled across the earth. The sky turned red from the shockwave. For miles, the entire volcanic terrain rumbled like a dying beast, torn apart by the ferocity of the blast. + +Hovering in the air, Max observed the destruction calmly. Nothing remained of Glen. No body. No sword. Not even a trace of clothing. Only the echoes of thunder and fire lingered. He shook his head slightly and sighed, "I guess his body was completely burned to ashes." His voice held no pride, just a quiet certainty. + +A predator had been turned to prey. + +And Max... walked away, unharmed. + +"I should use the Life Soul Herb to increase my strength to the 10th level of Master Rank," Max muttered to himself as he surveyed the chaotic volcanic region around him. After confirming there were no other powerful auras nearby, he flew away swiftly, seeking a place where he could increase his strength in peace. + +After half an hour of careful searching through scorched cliffs and narrow crevices, he finally discovered a secluded cave hidden behind a cluster of collapsed boulders far from the main volcanoes. + +The entrance was narrow, barely enough for a person to squeeze through, but once inside, it opened into a quiet stone chamber with glowing red crystals scattered across the walls. The natural warmth inside helped his body adapt quickly, and the isolation was perfect. + +To be absolutely safe, Max activated his defensive skill, Eternal Bulwark, which created a thick barrier around the cave’s entrance, preventing any sound, energy, or spiritual presence from leaking in or out. + +Once everything was set, Max sat down cross-legged on a smooth patch of stone and calmly pulled out the Life Soul Herb from his storage ring. It glowed faintly in his hand—a red-gold herb with five curved leaves and a sweet, almost intoxicating aroma. + +Without hesitation, Max threw the herb into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Instantly, a warm surge of energy erupted in his chest, flooding through his meridians and core like a tide of molten light. + +His mana core began spinning rapidly, greedily devouring every last trace of the medicinal energy. He could feel his entire body resonate with power, his bones crackling slightly and his muscles tightening. After a few moments, he felt his aura rise, thicker and denser than before. Then, a soft, mechanical chime echoed in his mind. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 10 of Master Rank.] + +A smile slowly crept onto Max’s lips as he opened his eyes. "Perfect," he whispered. The final step of the Master Rank—completed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-851.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-851.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2eec7a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-851.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 845: Advanced stage level 2 sword concept" +slug: "ch-851" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 851 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max then took out the Sword Energy Snow Lotus from his storage ring. Since he was already in a secluded cave, safely hidden and shielded by Eternal Bulwark, he figured he might as well continue pushing his strength even further. There was no point in wasting such a rare opportunity for uninterrupted cultivation. + +He looked at the lotus in his hand—a stunning white-blue flower that shimmered with a faint sword glow. The petals were translucent like ice crystals, yet sharp like blades, radiating a cold sword intent that made even the surrounding air feel like it could slice skin. + +Without any hesitation, Max brought the Sword Energy Snow Lotus to his lips and swallowed it down. + +The effect was immediate and brutal. + +A bone-chilling wave of energy exploded inside him, coursing through his meridians like a glacier crashing through a valley. His whole body froze from the inside. Max clenched his jaw as he felt his internal organs stiffen, his blood slow, and even his thoughts began to lag as if his very mind had been sealed in frost. + +But within that deadly cold, a pure and wild sword concept surged like a raging blizzard, crashing against the walls of his consciousness with every pulse of his heart. His body had become a beacon of sword energy and frost—one that cut into him with every breath. + +’This cold is the worst...’ Max gritted his teeth. His limbs felt like blocks of ice, his chest burned with each attempt to circulate energy, and even his six senses—sight, hearing, smell—had dulled, frozen in time. + +But he knew he couldn’t use his flame concept to dispel the cold. That would also drive out the sword concept hiding within the frosty torment. The Sword Energy Snow Lotus worked by embedding the sword concept in the chilling energy. To keep the sword intent, he had to endure the pain. + +So Max endured. + +Fortunately, his body wasn’t like before. With 700 Draconic Essences flowing through his blood and the Dragon Scales Transformation enhancing his physique, his regenerative power had reached monstrous levels. + +While the frost continued freezing him from within, his body healed slowly but steadily—repairing itself in real-time even as it was injured. Using this resilience as his anchor, Max closed his eyes and began meditating, diving deep into the core of the sword concept that roared within his body like an arctic storm. + +Time passed. + +An hour. Two. Then ten. He spent a full day in that ice-and-sword storm, silently comprehending, his mind sharpened like a blade, his soul carving through the understanding of the path of the sword. + +When he finally opened his eyes, his skin was pale and lightly steaming, but the frost had melted away. Warmth returned to his limbs and clarity to his gaze. + +"Advanced stage level 2 sword concept..." Max whispered, a hint of excitement and joy mixing in his voice. He clenched his fists, feeling the refined sharpness in every movement of his body. "Just one more step... and I’ll reach level 3." + +His breathing steadied, but the hunger in his eyes flared again. + +"Now if only I could break through to Champion Rank," Max muttered, his voice firm with determination as he looked out of the cave into the scarlet sky of the volcanic realm. "This place is filled with treasures, herbs, and opportunities. I refuse to believe I can’t find a way to break through in here." His eyes glinted. He had come too far to stop now. + +With the blazing volcanic region behind him, Max soared through the skies without a clear destination in mind, letting his instincts guide him. The oppressive heat gave way to fresher winds, and a day later, he arrived at a sprawling jungle. + +The moment he stepped into its territory, he noticed how dense and alive the forest was—thick shrubs tangled together, vines coiling like snakes around massive trunks, and the air was thick with moisture, making every breath feel like inhaling mist. + +Despite the chaotic growth, there was an odd tranquility, broken only by the distant calls of birds and the occasional rustle of small creatures skittering through the underbrush. + +Deeper into the jungle, the trees gradually gave way to a clearing that opened up to reveal a stunning sight. A massive lake stretched from east to west, easily spanning dozens of miles in length. + +It was shaped like a crescent moon, and its surface gleamed under the soft light filtering through the canopy above, hence the name—Mirror Moon Lake. The water shimmered like polished silver, disturbed only by the gentle breeze that sent ripples across its surface. + +On the shores, wild grass swayed and birds chirped cheerfully. Overhead, ospreys glided in lazy arcs before diving with grace to pluck fish from the lake below. The scene was calm, almost surreal, a quiet sanctuary untouched by the violent chaos of the secret domain. + +Max cautiously surveyed the area. Finding no immediate threats, he released a faint breath and activated his green soul. His aura vanished instantly, cloaking him in a veil of near-perfect concealment.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +With cautious eyes, he slipped into the lake silently, disappearing beneath the surface like a shadow. + +Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes had been watching from the opposite side of the lake. Deep within the thick reeds, two figures crouched, hidden from view. + +One of them, an ugly young man with a low forehead, bulbous nose, and beady eyes, clenched his fists in frustration. His rough voice broke the stillness. "Brother, why did you stop me from killing that guy just now?" + +Beside him stood a stark contrast—an elegant young man clad in a silver shirt. His face was like it had been sculpted from jade—snowy skin, narrow fox-like eyes, and a perpetual smile resting on his lips. Calm and calculating, he replied without turning his head. "Don’t be rash, Junior Brother Nico. He may appear to be only at the peak of Master Rank, but use your brain. To survive this long and reach a place like Mirror Moon Lake? He’s not as simple as he looks." + +Nico blinked, then frowned, realization creeping across his ugly face. "You mean... he’s hiding his real strength?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-852.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-852.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2d76392 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-852.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 846: Treasure Seeking Rat" +slug: "ch-852" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 852 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1006 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Raul gave a small, approving nod. "Exactly. A weakling wouldn’t dare come here. This lake attracts many powerful beings, including creatures with ancient bloodlines. He must have some cards hidden. But don’t worry—when he comes back up, he’ll be out in the open. Then, we strike. With your strength and mine, even if he’s hiding his true power, he won’t escape." + +Nico grinned, revealing slightly yellowed teeth as his small eyes sparkled with cruel anticipation. "Heh, Senior Brother Raul is wise. I’ll do as you say." + +Raul’s smile deepened as he narrowed his eyes on the rippling lake. "Good. Let’s be patient. The moment he resurfaces... we’ll snatch everything he’s hiding. No one will ever know." + +The two crouched lower, completely silent now, waiting for their prey to rise. + +Deep beneath the shimmering waters of Mirror Moon Lake, Max remained oblivious to the two predators lurking above the surface. His focus was solely on finding a rare herb—the Realm Breaking Moon Flower. + +According to the ancient map given to him by the elders, this flower was said to exist somewhere within the boundaries of Mirror Moon Lake. But the map offered no clear directions, only a vague marking near the center of the lake. + +No specific coordinates, no landmarks—just a vague promise that such a treasure might exist here. Max was used to this. If something could help him break through to Champion Rank, it was never going to come easy. + +Just as he was about to start randomly scanning the vast lakebed, something flickered in his Three Dimensional Body vision—a sudden glimmer that caught his attention. + +He narrowed his eyes underwater and focused. There, not too far from where he hovered, was a peculiar creature. A rat. But not just any rat—this one was golden. Its entire body gleamed as if it had been bathed in molten gold and frozen mid-shimmer. + +Max’s eyes widened in surprise. A golden rat underwater was rare enough, but what truly caught his attention was what it was eating. + +The rat was happily nibbling away at a flower with three distinct colored petals—red, green, and white. Max instantly recognized it: the Three Colored Petal Leaf. This herb was extremely rare, a spiritual plant known to soothe mental chaos and stabilize a person’s mind, especially after exposure to heavy killing intent or mental corruption. + +It was something experts cherished, and here was a random rat munching on it like it was a casual snack. + +Max stared blankly for a second, dumbfounded. ’Damn... this rat’s appetite is insane. That herb alone could’ve fetched a fortune.’ + +He cursed the rat inwardly but didn’t move. His curiosity was piqued now. A golden rat that casually found and devoured such a rare herb... it couldn’t be ordinary. + +Just as he was trying to decide whether to approach or not, the golden rat suddenly bolted, swimming swiftly through the dense waters with surprising speed and agility. + +Max, curious and suspicious, activated his stealth abilities and followed it silently from behind. Something about this rat was off... or maybe extraordinary. + +After a few minutes of swimming, the rat stopped in a secluded underwater grove nestled between thick aquatic plants and sunken stones. There, dangling from a short, crooked branch, was a single, glowing fruit that resembled a crimson apple. + +It pulsed gently with heat, surrounded by small bubbles of warmth despite the chill of the lake. Max immediately recognized it. + +"A Divine Flame Apple?" he murmured silently in his mind, eyes wide. + +The golden rat didn’t hesitate. It leapt, snatched the apple with its tiny claws, and began devouring it as if it were just another meal. Max stood frozen for a moment. That fruit wasn’t just rare—it was sacred to flame inheritance experts. + +Said to increase the mastery of flame techniques drastically, it was nearly impossible to find even in high-grade secret realms. And here was this rat, eating it like it was a midday snack after already consuming the Three Colored Petal Leaf. + +Max blinked in disbelief. "This... this can’t be coincidence. Two back-to-back treasures? Both high-grade herbs? And this thing just happens to find and eat them?" + +Then it hit him. + +His eyes sparkled as the thought bloomed in his mind like an epiphany. "Wait... no way... unless this rat isn’t just a rat." + +His breath hitched, and his heart quickened. "Could it be... a Treasure Seeking Rat?" + +Treasure Seeking Rat—just the name alone sent a thrill through Max’s chest. He had read about them once, buried deep within the classified records of the Great Ruler Empire. The records spoke of this mystical beast: a creature not born of ordinary evolution, but one seemingly blessed by the very will of the world. + +It was said that a Treasure Seeking Rat could locate even the most well-hidden heavenly treasures as long as they were within a certain radius. No concealment formation, no spatial distortion, no divine seal could deceive it.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Whether it was a herb with unimaginable medicinal value, a weapon forged from the bones of an ancient beast, or a crystal with untapped laws—if it existed nearby, the rat would find it. They were a living compass of fortune. + +But the records had also included a chilling detail. These rats were not ordinary beasts that wandered the lands freely. They belonged to a forbidden class of creatures that rarely appeared in peaceful times. + +Instead, they were said to surface only when a catastrophe loomed—an event so devastating it could mark the beginning of a world-ending calamity. Their appearance was considered both a blessing and a warning. + +Yet, standing here, watching the golden rat greedily devour a Divine Flame Apple after consuming a Three Colored Petal Leaf, Max couldn’t care less about prophecies or apocalyptic warnings. + +His gaze was fixed, not with fear, but with greedy anticipation. ’If I can tame this creature... this entire secret domain will be nothing but a treasure field for me.’ + +His lips curled upward into a slow, calculating smile. His eyes gleamed—not just with ambition, but with wild desire. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-853.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-853.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe35977 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-853.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 847: Taming the little rat" +slug: "ch-853" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 853 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1106 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Without a moment’s hesitation, Max released the aura of his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. A dark, suffocating pressure descended over the entire section of the lake. The water trembled slightly, as if the world itself recoiled. + +The rat froze mid-bite. It looked up in terror, its golden fur standing on end, its tiny claws trembling. For a moment, it thought a great predator—perhaps a king of beasts or an ancient being—had come for its life. + +But when the little creature turned around and saw the source of the pressure... it blinked. A human? + +The rat let out a small squeak as if annoyed and puffed up its furry chest in defiance. It glared at Max as if to say, "You scared me for that?" Its defiance was adorable—but also dangerous. + +Max held back a chuckle, maintaining a calm, friendly demeanor. "Little guy," he said in a warm tone, trying to coax the creature closer, "do you want to see a magical world where your strength keeps rising without you even needing to eat?" + +He spoke gently, with no trace of hostility. After all, this rat was already at the 3rd level of Legend Rank. That kind of innate strength in a beast that small was terrifying. Max made sure not to show any aggression, but his heart was racing. The possibilities were endless. + +Yet the rat remained stubborn. It glared at him again, took a step back, and puffed its cheeks like a child refusing to be bribed. Clearly, it didn’t understand his words—or perhaps, it just didn’t trust him. + +Then suddenly, a familiar voice rang in Max’s head, startling him. "Oh, a Treasure Seeking Rat?" + +Max blinked. "Blob?" he called mentally. + +His mind was still half-focused on the rat, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, "What happened to you all this time? You’ve been sleeping like the dead. Every time I checked on you, you were curled up, snoring. I was starting to think you’d never wake up again." + +"I wasn’t sleeping," Blob said proudly, his tone filled with a sense of ancient pride. "I was in a state called metamorphosis. In this state, we spirits awaken our inheritances, memories, and many other things that lie dormant within us." + +Max blinked, stunned. For a long second, he just stared into space, digesting the revelation. Metamorphosis? He’d been fighting tooth and nail, risking his life at every step, cultivating under crushing pressure, and scraping together every scrap of resource he could get his hands on. + +Meanwhile, Blob and other spirits like him just... slept their way into enlightenment and inheritance? He couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy. If this isn’t blatant favoritism by the heavens, I don’t know what is. + +Just then, Blob floated out of the Dimension of Spirit and hovered silently beside Max. His round, squishy form shimmered softly in the daylight, exuding an ancient and mystical aura that wasn’t there before. The Treasure Seeking Rat instantly froze. It had been casually chomping away and eyeing Max with distrust, but the moment it laid eyes on Blob, its attitude changed completely. + +It stared in awe. Its golden fur even seemed to ripple slightly, as if reacting to a higher being’s presence. A strange calmness washed over its previously jittery demeanor. Then, to Max’s utter confusion, Blob began to speak—not in human language, but in something incomprehensible. + +"Kagfk jlhadfha haliofha ahilfhal," Blob muttered in a melodic tone. + +Max’s brows shot up. He turned from Blob to the rat and back again, dumbfounded. And then... the rat squeaked back. + +Not just a squeak, but an actual attempt at communication—in the same strange language. + +’Wait... are they talking to each other?’ Max’s thoughts were swirling. For over a full minute, the two exchanged what sounded like rhythmic gibberish to his ears. It was like hearing an ancient ritual, like forgotten tongues of the beast world meeting divine language. The rat was no longer just a clever creature—it was holding a full-blown conversation with a spirit. + +Finally, Blob turned back to Max, his face—or rather, his blob-like form—glowing with satisfaction. "It has agreed to follow you," Blob said. "But on one condition: you must take care of it and feed it regularly. No skipping meals." + +Max’s mouth twitched. "Seriously?" But after a second, he nodded. "Fine, fine. I can do that. I’ll make sure it eats better than me if it keeps finding treasures like before." + +"Good," Blob nodded. "Then you may now issue your first command." + +Max didn’t hesitate. "Have him find the Realm Breaking Moon Flower." + +Blob didn’t even need to translate this time. The little rat squeaked in response, spinning in circles as if in agreement, before suddenly darting off in a direction with incredible speed. Max’s eyes widened and without missing a beat, he rushed after it. + +Blob gave a lazy spin and slipped back into the Dimension of Spirit, his job for now complete. + +Soon, they reached another portion of Mirror Moon Lake, quieter and shrouded in dense trees. Without warning, the rat dove straight into the water, leaving a trail of bubbles behind. It seemed... excited. Maybe even joyful, as though playing in the water for the first time in its life. + +Max stood by the shore and watched, his lips curving upward in a soft smile. The little guy swam around clumsily at first, splashing and spinning like a child seeing a pond for the first time. + +Yet even in its playful flurry, its sharp eyes scanned every rock and plant beneath the surface, and its twitching nose sniffed at the water as if the scent of treasure could be detected through the ripples. + +And soon enough, that excitement sharpened. + +The rat abruptly stopped playing and stared toward a specific part of the lake, then took off with determination, swimming toward a cluster of water plants floating at the far edge. + +Max’s heart raced slightly. ’Looks like it found something already.’ + +Without hesitation, he followed closely behind. + +As Max moved silently through the lake, trailing behind the golden rat, he encountered several aquatic monsters that tried to block his path—giant fish with fanged mouths, shrimps the size of large dogs, and even massive crabs with shells tougher than iron. But none of them were a match for him. + +With a single swing of his Blue Dragon Sword, he sliced through them all effortlessly, leaving behind only ripples and floating corpses. His mastery over the sword and the pressure from his aura kept most of the monsters at bay, ensuring the path remained clear—until the little rat suddenly stopped in its tracks and dove straight into his arms, shivering. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-854.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-854.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1cec41d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-854.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 848: Fish Lizards" +slug: "ch-854" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 854 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Confused, Max followed the rat’s line of sight and what he saw made his eyes narrow. Just ahead, a massive school of strange fish swam in tight formation. These weren’t ordinary fish. + +Though small in size, each one had sapphire-blue eyes that shimmered like gems in the water, and their bodies were covered in snake-like scales that gave them an almost draconic appearance. The air in the water felt heavier near them, and their movements were sharp, almost intelligent. + +"Fish Lizards," Max muttered under his breath, recognizing the species with a grave expression. They were dangerous—fast, coordinated, and capable of using their sharp fins like blades in the water. But more importantly, their presence here triggered a thought. ’Could Fish Dragon Grass be nearby?’ + +Fish Lizards were social monsters, known for traveling in schools and dying in the same area when their time came. And where they died, Fish Dragon Grass—rare herbs that absorbed their essence—would often grow. + +Max hesitated for a moment. It was risky, but the reward was worth it. + +He gently tapped the golden rat, who obediently slipped into the Dimension of Spirit. + +Once inside, the little rate went wild. It began exploring the new world his master had given him. + +Max then activated his concealment techniques and slowly, carefully, moved forward through the underwater terrain. As he crept closer to the school of Fish Lizards, he saw that they were resting among a thick bed of coral reefs. His soul power swept across the area like a thin net, scanning with precision. + +Amidst the vibrant corals, he spotted what he’d hoped for—skeletal remains of Fish Lizards. And more importantly, growing between those bones were several lush green spiritual herbs, about a foot long. They were shaped eerily like the creatures they came from—slender and sharp, like aquatic lizards with leafy textures. + +"Fish Dragon Grass," Max whispered, his heart pounding with joy. + +But he didn’t move just yet. His expression darkened as he assessed the danger. There were over a hundred Fish Lizards here, including a terrifying trio at the 4th, 5th, and 6th levels of the Legend Rank. + +Ten more were at early stages of Legend Rank. And he... was still in the water, where his techniques had reduced impact and he possessed no water-type skills or area-of-effect attacks that could help him fight them off. + +He clenched his fists. ’There’s no way I can force my way through.’ The cost would be too great—possibly even his life. + +After weighing the risks, Max came up with a plan: he would act as the decoy. He’d lure the Fish Lizards away with his presence and let the little rat—stealthy and agile—sneak in to harvest the Fish Dragon Grass while the monsters were distracted. + +He quickly released the Treasure Seeking Rat again and knelt down to explain the situation. The little guy trembled at first, eyes darting toward the swarming Fish Lizards in fear, but Max reassured him with a gentle stroke on the head and whispered promises of delicious food and a safe place to sleep afterward. + +With a mix of coaxing and coercion, Max finally got the little rat to nod, albeit reluctantly. + +As the rat scampered to a hiding spot, ready to wait for the signal, Max prepared himself. He would have to swim directly into the territory of the Fish Lizards and make a ruckus big enough to drag them far from the coral reef—without getting torn apart in the process. + +Taking a deep breath, Max whispered, "Alright... Let’s begin." + +Considering the high intelligence of the Fish Lizards, Max didn’t charge in recklessly. Instead, he approached the edge of the coral zone with extreme caution, blending into the currents as he concealed his presence. + +Then, just as he reached the outer perimeter of the school, he deliberately released a controlled wave of his aura—a sharp, provocative pulse like a predator marking its presence. The effect was immediate. + +One of the Fish Lizards caught wind of it. Its eyes locked onto Max, and it let out a guttural roar—deep, reverberating, and surprisingly draconic. Opening its maw wide, lined with rows of jagged saw-like teeth, the creature surged forward in an instant, a blur of scales and speed, intent on swallowing him whole. Max didn’t flinch. + +Instead, he drew the Blue Dragon Sword with fluid grace and swung downward in one clean arc. With a sickening squelch, the blade cleaved through the Fish Lizard mid-charge, splitting its body clean in half. Blood poured into the water like ink, dyeing everything red and stirring the lake into chaos. + +The death cry acted like a trigger. The entire group of Fish Lizards erupted into a frenzy, their roars echoing like underwater thunder. Dozens of them turned and rushed toward Max with fury, each one snapping their jaws and thrashing their powerful tails, disturbing the tranquil waters into a chaotic swirl. + +But Max didn’t flee. On the contrary, he pushed forward, carving a path through the weaker Fish Lizards. He understood exactly what he was doing. The strongest three—at the 4th, 5th, and 6th levels of Legend Rank—hadn’t moved yet. + +He wanted to provoke them. And the only way to do that was to slaughter enough of their kind to enrage them. + +Wielding his sword infused with the advanced stage of a level 2 sword concept, Max slashed in wide arcs with deadly precision. Each strike was a storm of cutting force. Every time the blade moved, it reaped the lives of fifteen to twenty Fish Lizards at once, splitting them apart like grass before a scythe. + +Clouds of blood bloomed through the water, and the shrieks of dying beasts echoed like distorted thunder. + +His brutal efficiency worked. Within moments, the water trembled again—not from Max’s movements, but from the arrival of the true terrors. Over a dozen higher-ranked Fish Lizards surged forth from the deeper coral formations. + +They were massive, sleek, and faster than the previous ones, each easily rivaling a 4th-level Legend Rank expert. They opened their enormous mouths, exposing curved fangs capable of crushing rock, and charged like a pack of enraged beasts. + +Max’s expression hardened. He had underestimated just how much more powerful these creatures were. Their charges created shockwaves that sent huge ripples through the lake, shattering nearby coral and smashing stone into dust. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-855.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-855.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..77a5988 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-855.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 849: Little rat in danger" +slug: "ch-855" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 855 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1096 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +One of them even sent an entire reef exploding into fragments. Now he was in a fight where a single mistake could be fatal. + +But Max didn’t panic. His mind was calm. With a deep breath, he activated his sword technique—Void Severance Slash. The lake trembled. A high-pitched ringing filled the water, like thousands of swords vibrating in unison. + +The pressure intensified as Max’s sword concept manipulated the surrounding water, shaping the flow into countless blades of condensed liquid. These water swords shimmered with killing intent and sliced through the charging beasts like an ambush from every angle. + +Then, in a masterstroke, Max’s body and the Blue Dragon Sword fused into one. He became a streak of silver-blue light, cutting downward through the water like a divine executioner. The pressure from his blade parted the lake itself, pushing massive waves to either side. + +The Fish Lizard in the path of the strike instinctively froze, its eyes wide with a terror far too human. But it was too late to run. The moment the slash fell, the beast was cleaved apart, its shriek silenced forever as its body split and floated downward in halves. + +The moment the remaining Fish Lizards—including the terrifying ones at the 5th and 6th level of Legend Rank—burst forth in a frenzy, the lake erupted like a beast enraged. Waves surged upward like rising dragons, soaring into the sky and violently quaking the lakebed below. + +The water trembled as if reacting to the fury of the Fish Lizard horde. A thunderous bang echoed underwater as Max was seen flying backwards like a fallen comet, but his expression remained calm. It wasn’t because he had taken damage—in fact, he was completely unharmed. + +The retreat was deliberate, a calculated move in the plan he had orchestrated. His goal was to bait the strongest Fish Lizards away, and judging from how the highest-ranked ones had finally erupted into motion, gnashing their teeth and charging with vengeance in their eyes, it had worked. + +Their intelligence, far above average, led them to conclude that Max was the threat responsible for the massacre of their kind. With a roar that shook the depths, they led the entire school of Fish Lizards in pursuit, their serpentine bodies slicing through the lake like harpoons. + +Max, hiding his satisfaction, acted composed, slashing backward once with his sword before spinning around and fleeing. It was all a part of his plan. The real task had already begun. Far in the distance, hidden in a quiet corner of the lake, the little Treasure Seeking Rat poked its head from behind a cluster of coral. + +Seeing the powerful monsters gone, the little rat cautiously emerged, swimming deftly through the water. With its nimble movements and expert nose, it quickly found the Fish Dragon Grass growing between the reefs. Max had instructed it to grab three stalks—no more, no less. + +The little rat worked fast, using its claws to slice the stems and clutching the foot-long, lizard-shaped green herbs to its chest. Then, without wasting a second, it vanished into the water, heading toward the meeting point Max had marked outside Mirror Moon Lake. + +Meanwhile, Max was caught in a frantic chase. The speed of the Fish Lizards was terrifying, and the three leaders, at the 5th and 6th level of Legend Rank, were especially fast underwater. Their streamlined bodies shot through the current with ease, even faster than Max despite his mastery of multiple flight and movement skills. + +He poured all his strength into every swimming motion, creating currents behind him as he twisted and burst forward like a spear trying to break free from the tide. Still, the sheer pressure from behind—those gnashing jaws and ancient, furious eyes—made cold sweat run down his back. + +But after a relentless dash, the surface drew near, and with one explosive push, Max burst through the surface of the lake, sending a column of water crashing into the air like a fountain. + +Roars followed close behind. + +The three high-level Fish Lizards rose after him, breaking the water’s surface in pursuit, their mouths wide and filled with razor-sharp teeth. They lunged, determined to devour him in one bite. But as soon as they left the water, their momentum failed. + +Unlike Max, they lacked wings or the ability to take human form, and thus were confined to the realm of water. They thrashed at the edge of the lake, furious, but powerless to leave it. Max turned to glance back at them, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion as he finally exhaled in relief. The plan had worked. Now he had to find the little rat and secure the Fish Dragon Grass. + +But just as he began to move in the agreed direction, an explosion of noise shook the jungle beyond. Booming echoes rang out like drums of war. Trees cracked and collapsed in waves as intense light surged into the sky. Fist shadows punched through the forest canopy, razing entire swaths of jungle into open ground. + +In the middle of that violent chaos, Max spotted a small figure darting through the bursts of light and smoke. His heart clenched as he realized—it was the little rat. + +And it wasn’t alone. Two human silhouettes loomed amidst the carnage, unleashing devastating attacks as they chased the frightened creature. The little rat squeaked and dodged, but it was clearly no match for their relentless assault. + +Max’s eyes went cold seeing this. + +They were none other than the two young men who were fantasizing about sneak attacking Max earlier—Nico, the ugly one with squinty eyes and a lopsided mouth, and Raul, the handsome one in the silver robe whose eyes always carried a dangerous gleam. + +Nico had reached the 3rd level of Legend Rank, while Raul stood a level higher at the 4th level. The little rat, though talented and rare, was still only at the 3rd level of Legend Rank, and compared to the two humans, it was simply no match. + +It had tried to run, squeaked in protest, and darted in every direction to avoid them, but eventually, it was struck by a powerful palm strike and sent flying like a tiny furball. It rolled across the ground, leaving a thin trail of blood behind. + +The little rat’s large golden eyes shimmered with tears as it curled up, trembling, the precious Fish Dragon Grass still clenched tightly in its mouth. Despite the pain, despite the fear, it didn’t let go. Its soft whimpers sounded like it was calling for Max, its little heart holding onto the last thread of hope. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-856.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-856.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d4a9a5b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-856.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 850: Coming To Rescue" +slug: "ch-856" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 856 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1018 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Nico burst into laughter at the pitiful sight and raised his palm once more, ready to deliver the final blow. + +But just before his hand descended, Raul’s sharp voice rang out, halting him. "Don’t kill it!" he said, stepping closer, eyes locked onto the small, wounded creature with barely contained excitement. "That’s no ordinary rat," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "If I’m right, that’s a Treasure Seeking Rat—one of the legendary beasts said to be able to locate any herb in the world." + +Nico’s eyes widened in disbelief, then lit up with greed. "Are you serious?! Then we’re rich! Senior Brother Raul, we’re really lucky this time!" he said, nearly trembling with joy. + +Raul nodded, his smile cold and calculating. + +But in the very next second, Raul’s expression changed completely. + +"Junior Brother Nico, behind you!" he shouted in alarm. + +But it was too late. + +A sharp, whistling noise cut through the air as a sword energy more than a hundred feet long ripped through the jungle like a storm. It pierced the air with such overwhelming force that the reeds surrounding them instantly disintegrated into dust. + +The entire space around Nico seemed to be swallowed by blinding sword light. + +Nico turned, horrified. He barely had time to widen his eyes in panic before the searing light enveloped him. He tried to summon his energy to defend himself, but before he could act, darkness swallowed his vision and the world went still. + +A loud, sickening bang echoed through the clearing. + +The body of Nico was sliced clean in two, split from shoulder to waist, blood erupting like a red geyser as his lifeless form collapsed. Flesh, bone, and armor scattered across the ground in a rain of gore.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +"Junior Brother Nico?!" Raul froze for a moment in disbelief. Then his entire body trembled with fury. His silver robe fluttered even without wind as the energy around him surged. + +His gaze turned bloodshot, filled with rage and a killing intent that burned like wildfire. He pointed his sword toward the lone figure standing calmly at the edge of the battlefield—Max. + +"I don’t care who you are," Raul growled, voice laced with venom. "I, Raul Khelegan of the Void Soul Tower, swear I’ll kill you!" + +But Max didn’t flinch. He didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he walked straight to the little rat who was still curled up, bleeding and shaking. Gently, he knelt down, pulled out a healing medicine from his storage space, and fed it to the trembling creature. His voice was soft as he whispered, "You did well, little guy." + +The little rat slowly calmed down, its big eyes filled with gratitude and trust as it was enveloped in light and returned to the Dimension of Spirit for rest. Max then turned to pick up the three stalks of Fish Dragon Grass and carefully stored them in his spatial ring. + +Only then did Max raise his head. + +His expression, once gentle, now turned icy cold. + +His gaze locked onto Raul as he slowly stepped forward and said in a voice filled with quiet wrath, "You hurt something precious to me. And for that... you’ll pay the price." + +Max’s heart burned with rage as he stared at Raul. Seeing the little rat—his newly bonded Treasure Seeking Rat—lying injured because of him left a bitter taste in his mouth. + +His intent to kill was no longer a fleeting thought but an absolute decision, solid and unshakable. His grip on the Blue Dragon Sword tightened, and his killing intent surged so fiercely it seemed to distort the air itself. + +Raul, however, only laughed mockingly, his voice echoing across the scorched clearing. "Hahahaha! You have guts, I’ll give you that. But what makes you think you can kill me just because you killed my junior brother? He was weak. I am not. You’re naive to even think about it." His eyes flashed with disdain, as though Max’s killing intent was nothing more than a joke. + +Max didn’t waste time on words. His expression turned frigid as he lifted the Blue Dragon Sword. "Kill," he muttered, his voice cold enough to chill bone. + +Raul’s mocking grin twisted into a cold sneer, his eyes flashing ominously. "You asked for it." He slammed his palm forward, and instantly an evil, oppressive aura erupted from him like a torrent. Dark, putrid energy filled the area, thick enough to distort vision and make the air heavy. + +Out of the swirling mass of corrupted power came a swarm of horrifying creatures—ant-like, winged monstrosities the size of fists, their black chitinous shells gleaming with an unnatural luster. Each one bore serrated pincers strong enough to crush bone, and their beating wings carried the same rancid aura of death that oozed from Raul himself. + +"These are Filthy Ants," Raul said, pride swelling in his voice. "Boy, taste their power and despair." The swarm moved as one, shrieking and buzzing like a storm of nightmares as they shot toward Max. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, and a cold realization crossed his mind. "The Void Soul Tower... so you are one of them." His tone was low, deadly. Only the Void Soul Tower was infamous enough to cultivate such abominations, bending dark forces to their will, using creatures born from twisted death energy as weapons. + +Raul smirked at Max’s recognition, clearly proud of his affiliation. "That’s right. But it’s too late for you to do anything about it now." + +Max smiled coldly, raising the Blue Dragon Sword as its edge erupted in waves of energy. His aura roared violently, and the advanced stage of his level 2 severing sword concept burst forth, cutting into the very air itself. + +The oppressive weight of his sword intent was enough to make the swarm hesitate mid-flight. "You think it’s too late for me?" Max’s eyes blazed with confidence. "No, Raul. It’s too late for you." + +The energy vibrating from Max’s sword stunned Raul, whose expression froze in disbelief. "Advanced... stage... level 2 sword concept?! Impossible!" Raul’s voice cracked with shock. "You’re not from the Absolute Sword Palace—how could you possibly have that level of sword comprehension?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-857.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-857.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56bc5a4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-857.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 851: Raul is a good boy" +slug: "ch-857" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 857 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1034 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s lips curled into a sharp grin. "Because I’m better than all the so-called geniuses of the Middle Domain," he said coldly, his words sharp as his blade. + +Without hesitation, Max unleashed his Severing Flow Sword Art. The Blue Dragon Sword trembled with raw destructive power, black flames and sword energy intertwining as the slash shot forward like a tidal wave of pure death. + +"Damn you!" Raul roared in anger and panic, realizing too late that this attack wasn’t something his swarm could stop. He hastily withdrew his trump card, pulling a massive cauldron from his storage ring. The cauldron expanded instantly, glowing with layers of defensive inscriptions as he poured his vital essence into it. It hovered in front of him like a steel mountain, absorbing the impact. + +But the moment Max’s sword strike landed, the world seemed to explode. + +Bang! + +The cauldron wailed with a metallic screech as if crying out in pain, its glowing inscriptions shattering like fragile glass. The force of the impact blasted Raul backward like a ragdoll. + +He spat blood midair, his body twisting awkwardly before crashing into the earth, skidding across the ground and tearing deep grooves into it. His Filthy Ant swarm scattered in panic, their eerie cohesion breaking under the sheer force of Max’s strike. + +"What the hell is this cauldron?" Max muttered to himself, staring at the massive black structure that now loomed before him like an impenetrable fortress. + +He could still feel the reverberation in his arms from his previous attack, one where he had used both his advanced stage level 2 sword concept and his level 2 flame concept. + +That strike alone could heavily injure a 5th level Legend Rank expert, yet it had done nothing but push the cauldron back slightly without leaving so much as a scratch. + +Inside the cauldron, Raul’s laughter echoed, confident and arrogant. "Hahaha! Fool! Did you think you could kill me so easily? This is the Black Gold Cauldron, forged from Chaos Stones and Chaos Metals—the most resilient materials known to exist in all the realms. With this cauldron protecting me, nothing in this world can break its defense. Not blades, not flames, not even heavenly lightning. Nothing!" + +His voice oozed pride as if he had already won the battle. "You see now why killing me is different from killing my junior brother? You could slaughter him like a dog, but me? No one below Mythic Rank can break this defense. No one." + +Hearing that, Max’s body shook even more, which only seemed to please Raul. He imagined Max was finally realizing the futility of his resistance and accepting the absolute gap between them. + +"That’s right!" Raul continued gloating from the safety of his prized artifact. "You finally understand the despair of facing a true genius of the Void Soul Tower, don’t you? You thought you were strong, you thought you were clever, but all your tricks and all your power mean nothing before the Black Gold Cauldron. Admit it—you’ve lost!" + +However, what Raul couldn’t see from inside his cauldron was the twisted grin spreading across Max’s face, one full of predatory hunger and excitement rather than fear. His trembling wasn’t from despair but from the overwhelming desire to possess what was right in front of him. + +’Chaos Stones and Chaos Metals?’ Just those two things alone made Max greedy. And this cauldron wasn’t just forged from a fragment of those materials—it was entirely constructed from them. + +Max laughed suddenly, a hearty, almost maniacal laugh that rang through the battlefield. "Raul, you are such a good guy," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. + +Inside the cauldron, Raul’s confident expression faltered slightly. "What do you mean by that?" For some reason, an inexplicable dread welled up inside him. His instincts screamed danger, the kind that couldn’t be seen or comprehended yet. His smile stiffened, and he unconsciously adjusted his grip inside the cauldron, bracing himself. + +Max’s lips curled into a faint smile as he quietly activated the Crimson Reaper inheritance. Without hesitation, an ominous black flame erupted around Raul’s cauldron, engulfing it completely within a sphere of searing darkness. + +The heat was suffocating, the energy vicious and hungry, as if it carried a will of its own. Raul’s expression shifted in mild surprise at first, then morphed into disdainful laughter. + +"Black flames? Are you from the Black Lotus Guild?" he sneered, arrogance dripping from his tone. "Even black flames can’t burn my cauldron." + +But Max only smiled lightly, lowering his voice to a whisper, almost inaudible. "Devour." + +The moment the word left his lips, the black flames suddenly surged like a beast awakened, swirling violently around the cauldron. The flames grew darker, sharper, their destructive aura twisting the air itself, and then the shouts came—panicked, confused, filled with disbelief. + +"What? How is this possible? How can your black flames melt chaos stones and chaos metals?!" Raul’s voice trembled as he watched in horror. His treasured cauldron, one forged to withstand extreme elements, was being eaten alive—burning from the outside while simultaneously corroding from within. + +Max chuckled, voice calm yet carrying an edge of mockery. "There is nothing in this world that is impossible." + +And just like that, the cauldron vanished, devoured entirely by those unholy flames, leaving behind only silence and the faint echo of its destruction. + +A system prompt rang in Max’s mind: + +[Dragon Scales increased by 200.] + +[Dragon Scales: 800] + +"An increase of 200? Good!" Max exclaimed, genuine excitement flashing across his face. + +But before he could celebrate further, an enraged voice cut through the air. "How dare you burn my cauldron?!" Raul stepped out from within the dissipating black flames, and Max’s breath caught at the sight before him. + +Raul’s body was grotesquely covered in writhing creatures—snakes coiled around his arms, lizards clung to his torso, and countless insects crawled across his skin like living armor. + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief, his usual composure faltering. "What the hell...?" + +Before he could process the bizarre sight, Raul’s pet bag stirred violently. A black centipede emerged, its massive body dwarfing both Max and Raul combined. Its mandibles clicked ominously, radiating a suffocating aura of power—its strength was at the very peak of the Legend Realm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-858.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-858.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1716389 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-858.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 852: Centipede" +slug: "ch-858" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 858 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1064 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Damn, is this guy the son of the Void Soul Tower or what?" Max cursed under his breath, disbelief and irritation mixing as he took in the sheer number of life-protecting treasures and monstrous companions Raul had. + +For a mere fourth-level Legend Rank expert, his arsenal was beyond excessive—borderline absurd. + +Raul didn’t give him time to think. His finger shot forward, pointing directly at Max as his face twisted in rage. "Kill him for me!" he screamed at the monstrous centipede. + +The giant centipede let out a sharp, ear-piercing screech as it shot forward like a bolt of black lightning. Its elongated body, more than ten feet long, tore through the air and even made the space around it ripple with a deafening bang. Its speed was terrifying, leaving behind a streak of shadows that made it look like a living storm. Before the beast even closed in on Max, its two long crimson tentacles lashed out like whips, slicing through the air with murderous intent. + +"Damn it!" Max cursed under his breath, his expression tightening. He knew very well that he couldn’t possibly defeat a peak Legend Rank monster like this centipede unless he unleashed all four of his mastered concepts or resorted to his Infernal Demon Transformation, which would reveal his trump card far too early. Fighting it head-on was suicide, so he immediately pulled back, his body flashing in retreat. But Raul was relentless, urging the monstrous centipede forward, its speed and power hemming Max in completely. There was no path up and no room down—their combined assault left him with nowhere to run. + +For a brief moment, an old memory flashed in Max’s mind—Kevin, the insect user who had given him an incredibly hard fight not long ago. Kevin’s insect swarm had almost overwhelmed him then, and this centipede was even stronger, even more dangerous. Max clenched his teeth; he couldn’t afford to get entangled by this creature now. + +His mind raced for a solution, and then he remembered it—Mirror Moon Lake. His eyes flashed as an idea sparked, and without hesitation, he turned sharply and shot toward the shimmering waters nearby. + +"Quick, stop him!" Raul barked, immediately realizing Max’s intent. He surged forward with murderous speed, the centipede streaking after him like a living spear of darkness. + +But Max was faster. He reached Mirror Moon Lake in an instant, his body plunging straight into its crystalline surface, vanishing beneath the ripples. + +"Chase him!" Raul roared, leaping in right after, his monstrous pet following behind, churning the lake into chaos. + +A few heartbeats later, Raul heard an intense crashing noise from below. His sharp eyes caught Max at the lake’s bottom, swinging his sword with brutal force, striking at a deep rocky ridge. The echo of that strike vibrated through the water like a bell, and immediately the lake stirred violently. + +"Roar! Roar! Roar!" + +From the darkness of the lakebed, a swarm of ferocious fish-like monsters burst out, their scaly bodies twisting with wild power, their eyes blood-red and their jagged jaws snapping open and shut. The murderous aura radiating from them boiled the water around them. + +"Fish Lizards?!" Raul’s face instantly darkened. These were notorious lake-dwellers, savage and territorial. Even a small group could overwhelm a careless expert. + +He spun, intending to retreat back to the surface, but before he could move, a sharp and vicious sword energy sliced through the water, aimed directly at his back. The blade aura tore through the dense water pressure as if cutting through thin paper—it was Max! + +Raul instantly understood. Max had intentionally provoked the Fish Lizards to attack him and then followed up with his own strike to force him into chaos. + +"Hateful!" Raul’s voice rumbled with fury, his face twisting with rage. + +Now, with a swarm of enraged Fish Lizards charging at him from the front and Max pressing him from behind, Raul’s situation instantly turned dire. But he wasn’t just anyone—he was an insect controller who could command monstrous lifeforms, and he had the terrifying centipede under his control. + +With a sharp mental command, the black centipede roared forward, engaging Max and intercepting his strike, while Raul himself summoned several poisonous insects from his body to shred through the Fish Lizard swarm. + +Yet the Fish Lizards were no ordinary beasts. Among them were three creatures at the mid-stage of the sixth level of the Legend Realm, their bodies massive and their strength terrifying. Nearly ten more beasts were at the fourth and fifth levels of the Legend Realm, making the swarm incredibly deadly and overwhelming. + +Even with Raul’s monstrous insects, he was immediately caught in the chaos, his body forced back violently by their sheer numbers and brute strength. + +At the same time, Max used the moment of confusion to disengage completely, pushing himself out of the Fish Lizard swarm’s frenzy and darting upward, bursting through the lake’s surface like a lightning bolt. + +The giant centipede was a terrifying existence, a creature possessing the strength of a peak 10th level Legend Rank beast. Even if Max used every sword technique at his disposal, killing it head-on would be an almost impossible task. + +But Max had no intention of wasting time or energy fighting a monster that wasn’t his main target. The moment he saw what was unfolding below, he made his decision without hesitation—he turned and escaped, using the chaotic situation to his advantage. + +What Max saw made his lips curl into a faint grin. The Fish Lizards, provoked earlier by his strike, had now fully descended upon Raul and the giant centipede. These were no ordinary creatures. Fish Lizards were infamous across the region for their ferocity and tenacity. + +A single Fish Lizard at the sixth level of the Legend Rank was already enough to give most experts a headache. But three of them at once, supported by an entire swarm of lower-ranked beasts, was another story altogether—it was a nightmare. + +Raul’s expression stiffened as reality sank in. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and command the giant centipede to hold off the advancing herd, even if it meant certain death for the beast. + +This centipede, however, wasn’t an ordinary summon. It wasn’t Raul’s contracted mana pet but rather an elder-level creature from the Void Soul Tower, bound by powerful contracts and absolute loyalty. It wouldn’t hesitate, even if Raul ordered it to sacrifice itself. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-859.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-859.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c872f69 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-859.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 853: Raul’s Ruthlessness" +slug: "ch-859" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 859 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1135 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +So when Raul gave the order, the creature obeyed without pause, launching itself into the Fish Lizard swarm with a shriek that split the lake’s depths. + +The result was brutal and bloody. The centipede was indeed powerful, its hardened black carapace shrugging off blows as its sharp mandibles tore through Fish Lizards one after another. It bit one, then two, then three—its movements swift and vicious, killing scores of them in moments. But the Fish Lizards were small, swift, and relentless. + +For every one it crushed, five more latched onto its long segmented body, tearing at its flesh and cracking through its armor-like scales. The swarm came from all directions, biting and clawing as if in a frenzy, their bloodthirsty nature driving them mad. + +No matter how powerful the centipede was, it was only one creature. Under the unending tide of Fish Lizards, its massive body gradually slowed, blood gushing out into the water as the swarm literally ate it alive. + +The once-clear lake turned crimson, and a thick, metallic scent of blood permeated everything. + +Raul’s eyes went wide in shock as he saw his strongest trump card, his proudest life-saving treasure, being devoured in such a gruesome way. His body trembled in disbelief, and then fury overtook him. + +"Max, I’m going to kill you!" he roared, his voice echoing through the bloody waters, filled with boundless hatred. + +But Max was already on the move. + +"Swish, swish, swish!" + +The sound of swords ripping through the air followed as Max unleashed the Crimson Sun Burial Sword Art without holding back. His sword rose high, blazing with crimson flames that danced wildly as he infused it with his power. + +The concepts of flame and sword, both at level two, fused perfectly together as he slashed downward with all his might. Giant sword shadows, blazing with scorching fire energy, descended from above like judgment itself. + +The deafening roar of sword splitting the air filled Raul’s ears, shaking him to his core. With his cultivation only at the fourth level of the Legend Rank, blocking these devastating strikes was impossible. + +To make matters worse, the Fish Lizards below, now covered in blood and maddened by the scent of death, surged upward in another frenzy. Raul found himself being attacked from both sides—the raging Fish Lizards from below and Max’s fiery sword shadows from above—leaving him unable to control his remaining insects to defend himself properly. + +This was Max’s strategy all along. He didn’t just want to wound Raul; he wanted to drown him in chaos, to suppress him in the depths of Mirror Moon Lake while forcing the savage Fish Lizards to do the dirty work. + +Max’s blade wasn’t just cutting down—it was sealing Raul’s fate. + +"Hateful!" Raul’s roar echoed through the blood-stained waters, his face twisted in rage and humiliation. He had always seen himself as a genius of the Void Soul Tower, a favored son blessed with talent and resources. + +Yet here he was, pushed to a desperate corner, humiliated by someone he considered beneath him. The fury in his eyes was almost tangible, but beneath that rage burned a fire of sheer determination. + +Raul was not just arrogant—he was relentless. Even at this critical life-and-death moment, he didn’t freeze. He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, so forcefully that his mouth instantly filled with an intense, metallic sweetness. + +With a guttural growl, he spat out a mouthful of blood, but this was no ordinary blood. It glimmered unnaturally, glowing a cherry-red hue so pure and vivid that it looked like liquid crystal—his essence blood, the very core of his life force. + +It was a desperate move, one that would weaken his foundation later, but Raul didn’t hesitate. Survival came first. + +Max’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as he saw the crimson droplet floating mid-air, burning with an unnatural glow. "So ruthless..." he thought, slightly caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Raul to go this far, to sacrifice something as vital as essence blood just to survive. + +But the results were immediate and terrifying. The insects covering Raul’s body shuddered violently, their bodies swelling slightly as the energy from that essence blood poured into them. + +A violent and savage aura erupted like a storm, rolling across Mirror Moon Lake and shaking its depths. The lake itself trembled, ripples spreading like waves of pure killing intent. Raul’s body blurred and twisted into a streak of blood shadow, moving so fast that the eye could barely track him. + +"Bang! Bang! Bang!" + +One after another, the powerful Fish Lizards that had once swarmed him were smashed aside, their tough scales cracking under the empowered assault of Raul’s blood-fueled swarm. + +From Max’s perspective above, it looked like a massive black storm cloud of Gu insects had erupted from the lake, tearing through everything in its path. That eerie cloud shot upward, breaking free of the water’s surface, and within it was Raul, wrapped in a blood mist so dense it looked like an aura of slaughter. + +The Fish Lizards gave chase, but their speed was no match for Raul’s essence-enhanced blood shadow form. In just moments, he was free of their range and soaring high into the sky, leaving behind the chaos he had just carved through. + +"Go to hell!" Raul’s eyes locked onto Max with pure ferocity, his killing intent sharp enough to slice through bone. The blood mist clinging to him boiled outward, surging into the cloud of insects around him, empowering them even further. + +Together they shot down toward Max like a living tidal wave, and the surging blood energy accompanying them was so intense it dyed the very air crimson. It was as if a bloody storm had been unleashed from the heavens themselves. + +Yet Max stood unshaken. His expression remained calm, his body relaxing into a stance of absolute focus. In one fluid motion, his Dragon Scales Transformation erupted to life. Black, glowing scales rippled across his body like armor as a thunderous pulse of energy radiated outward. + +At the same time, the full might of his 700 Draconic Essences roared to life, flooding his body with strength so immense it made the very void tremble. + +Max tightened his grip on his sword, infusing it with his level 2 sword concept and level 2 flame concept. Black flames twined around the blade as he swung it upward in a devastating arc, meeting Raul’s blood-powered strike head-on. + +"Bang!" + +The collision was deafening, a shockwave rippling outward and cracking the ground below as if the sky itself had been cleaved apart. Blood energy and flame-infused sword energy clashed violently, hissing and sparking as their powers struggled for dominance. + +But in the end, neither side yielded. Both Raul and Max were pushed back slightly, suspended mid-air, their gazes locked with unshaken resolve. It was a draw. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-86.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-86.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa1b3fc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-86.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 86: Dimension of Flames" +slug: "ch-86" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 86 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Arriving once again in the world of clouds, Max noticed a new door aside from the ones leading to the Dimension of Time and the Dimension of Spirits. + +The new door was blazing with flames. + +’Let’s see what the Dimension of Flames has to offer,’ Max mused as he opened the door and stepped inside. + +The first thing he saw was flames. All around him was a world consumed by fire, but strangely, he didn’t feel any heat from these flames. + +Looking around, Max noticed that the world was limitless, with no boundary in sight. The whole world seemed to be ablaze with flames. + +But he did notice something else in the fiery world. At the center stood a raised altar about his height, with a flame dancing atop it. + +’According to the new memories I received, this altar possesses a very unique power. It could grant me different types of abilities depending on the flames I place on it,’ Max mused. Continue reading at freewebnovel + +It was said that many types of flames existed in this world, each possessing unique abilities. But aside from his black flames, Max hadn’t seen any other flames in action. + +Thinking of different flames, he took out his Lantern of Purple Death. + +’Let’s see what happens,’ he thought as he controlled a wisp of the purple flames and let it fall onto the fire burning atop the altar. + +But to his surprise, the purple flames didn’t fall into the flames atop the altar. Instead, it floated above them and began to change shape until it took the form of a small lantern-like symbol. + +Almost instantly, something clicked in Max’s mind as he held his hand forward. + +Purple flames began to blaze in his hand, surprising even him. + +"No, this flame is different," Max muttered. He had a feeling that this flame would be useless against any living thing. "Only the dead should be affected by it. With this flame, I can extract memories from the dead." He muttered as the realization struck him. + +He hadn’t expected to obtain such an ability, but he guessed it was to be expected, given that the source of the flames was an artifact called the Lantern of Purple Death. + +’This ability is good… I shall call it Ashes of Insight,’ Max mused as he thought about his black flames. + +’I am still unaware of what abilities my black flames possess.’ Aside from having good control over them and allowing him to manipulate the purple lantern, Max didn’t know the full extent of his black flames’ potential. + +’Let’s see what abilities I can gain from my black flames,’ Max thought as his hand began to burn with black flames. Controlling them, he separated a portion of the black flames and let it fall on the altar. But just like before, the flames floated atop the altar and began to change shape until it took the form of a dragon. + +Just then, some information arrived in Max’s mind as he looked at the black flames in his hand. "With these black flames, I can absorb—or should I say, devour—anything in this world," he muttered, his expression wild with excitement. + +The ability to devour anything seemed like a very powerful power, and Max knew better than anyone that with his class combined with this ability, he would be unstoppable in the future. + +"Good!" Max laughed in joy. "Just wait another nine months, and I’ll go to the Lost Continent." Finding his sister was his ultimate goal, and becoming stronger was the key to achieving it. He hadn’t forgotten about her. He couldn’t forget about her. + +"Could the flames I got from the Flame Creation skill also have some ability?" Max wondered, putting away the black flames and using the skill to create a blaze in his hand. + +From the outside, it appeared to be just another normal flame, but Max had a feeling it wasn’t a typical flame, especially since it was created by a mad scientist to make golems. + +Without thinking much, he controlled a portion of the flame and dropped it atop the altar. Like the last two times, it floated above the flames and began to change shape. + +Ultimately, it took the form of a string, which surprised Max. + +At that moment, a notification popped up in his vision. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for completing the ’Flame Creation’ skill.] + +[The skill ’Flame Creation’ has been upgraded to Uncommon Rank as a reward.] + +Max’s eyes widened, not because of the notifications before him, but because of the ability he gained from the flames. + +Looking back at the flames in his hand, Max muttered, his voice trembling. "This flame is like a living string, which is needed to create puppets. But if used carefully, it could solve the problem Daniel Winchester was facing when he was creating golems." + +Daniel had tried to copy the intricate mana runes on the cores of the Lava Golems, but he had failed—not because he couldn’t replicate the patterns inside the cores, but because when he replicated the runes on another core, the golem he created became lifeless. + +After Max read the entire journal of Daniel’s research, he had developed his own understanding of the situation and realized why Daniel failed to create a golem. + +The reason was simple: Daniel couldn’t replicate the life force within the cores of the golems. The golem he created was like a human body without a soul. It was missing an essential aspect. + +’I need to conduct proper research on golems,’ Max thought. All his knowledge about golems came from Daniel’s journal, which, unlike runes, was incomplete. But if he wanted to create a golem of his own, he would need to do more research. + +’This living thread ability will come in handy once I understand everything about golems. If all goes well, I should be able to create one,’ Max mused, excitement bubbling inside him. + +Then it clicked. "So, Daniel was on the right path when he created this skill, but it seems he faced some issues in the end, causing the skill to remain incomplete," Max muttered in realization. + +But then another question arose in his mind. "Are humans able to create skills?" + +Master Sophia mentioned that humans and other races could create techniques, but she never spoke about creating skills. + +"This Daniel Winchester seems… I need to check if he’s on the Extranet," Max muttered as he tapped his holowatch and searched for his name on the Extranet, but found no such person. + +’He’s either not well-known or is a complete mad scientist who keeps to himself while conducting his research,’ Max thought as he exited the Dimension of Flames. + +Hovering in the world of clouds, he turned to the door leading to the Dimension of Spirits and entered. He wanted to see the progress of the spirit seed he had planted some time ago. + +Arriving in the dreamlike world of floating mountains and waterfalls, Max took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air of this world. "I wonder when I’ll be able to enter this dimension physically," he murmured in anticipation. + +Looking down, Max saw a very small plant, which only had a stem and a strange red-colored leaf. + +"From the looks of it, this needs more time," Max muttered before leaving the Dimension of Spirits and waking up. + +"Let’s have a bath before heading to Rune Tower," Max thought aloud as he went ahead to take a bath. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-860.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-860.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..980979f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-860.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 854: Power of Blood Essence" +slug: "ch-860" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 860 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1023 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Raul, empowered by his essence blood, had reached a level of strength that was frighteningly close to the 7th and even 8th level of the Legend Rank. His aura surged like a tide of blood, his insects radiating a savage power that made the entire battlefield tremble. + +Yet what shocked him to the very core was not his own strength—but Max’s ability to match it without faltering. Raul’s eyes widened slightly, his confidence cracking. Max was only at the peak of Master Rank, yet here he was, clashing with him blow for blow, with no sign of being overwhelmed.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +It was something Raul could not accept, and more importantly, something that made fear coil inside his heart. + +Because Raul knew one thing very clearly: the power of essence blood was temporary. While it could grant a expert an explosive increase in strength, that boost would only last for as long as a cup of tea at best. In his case, because he had used the blood essence not for himself but to empower his insect swarm, the duration was even shorter. + +Once that time expired, his insects would be forced into a state of extreme weakness, unable to wield their full strength for ten days to half a month. If he pushed them beyond that limit, they risked permanent damage, possibly even death, which would cripple Raul’s fighting ability for months. + +This was why warriors only ever used their essence blood in moments of absolute life and death. Yet Raul had thought himself clever, channeling the power into his insects instead of his own body, hoping to cut the backlash in half and still secure victory. + +Even so, he understood the price he would pay. If Max could hold out for fifteen minutes, just fifteen minutes, Raul’s overwhelming advantage would vanish, and his swarm of insects would weaken instantly. + +At that moment, Raul himself would be vulnerable, and Max would have the perfect opportunity to kill him. + +Raul’s expression twisted, veins bulging on his neck as he gritted his teeth. He could not allow that to happen. He had to kill Max now—before the timer on his strength ran out. His eyes blazed with killing intent, and his voice cracked like a whip as he roared commands. + +The insects around him screeched and surged forward, their bodies glowing faintly from the blood essence coursing through them, swarming Max from every angle like a living tide. + +But Max was not someone who could be easily killed. His body was shrouded in the pitch-black glow of the Dragon Scales Transformation, his entire figure emanating the terrifying pressure of his 700 Draconic Essences. Flames danced along his sword as he fused his level 2 sword concept and level 2 flame concept together, transforming him into a battle dragon in human form. + +Every time the insect swarm clashed with him, shockwaves burst outward, shaking the sky and water alike. The sound of their battle—"Bang! Bang! Bang!"—echoed like a drumbeat of destruction. + +"Damn it!" Raul hissed, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Max like a starving predator. His killing intent only intensified, his aura growing colder and sharper, making even the air feel suffocating. + +Like a beast cornered, Raul drove his insects harder, weaving thousands of strands of glowing moonlight-like threads that shot toward Max like a storm of death. + +"Bang! Bang! Bang!" + +But Max blocked every single one. His sword flashed with perfect precision, his body flowing like a river of fire and steel, deflecting and slicing apart the swarm’s attacks. From the outside, it looked as though he was unshakable, untouchable—but Raul’s sharp eyes caught something. + +Max’s face was pale, sweat dripping down his brow, and his arms trembled slightly under the relentless strain. For a moment, Raul’s heart surged with hope. "He’s weakening..." he thought, his teeth clenching as his killing intent spiked. This was his chance—his one chance—to finish it. + +But Raul didn’t know. He couldn’t know. + +Max was doing it on purpose. The pale face, the trembling arms—it was all an act. He wanted Raul to lower his guard, to believe that victory was within his grasp. Max’s mind was cold and focused, waiting for that one fatal moment when Raul would overextend himself, convinced of his impending triumph. + +And when that moment came, Max would strike—not to wound, not to scare—but to kill. + +The entire surface of Mirror Moon Lake quaked violently, ripples turning into towering waves as streams of blood-stained water surged upward. The stench of slaughter mixed with the metallic tang of blood filled the air, and the surging crimson waves rushed straight toward Max and Raul. + +Yet, before they could be swept into chaos, waves of mana burst out from both sides, erecting barriers that split the raging water and kept the two combatants suspended in mid-air, locked in their deadly standoff. + +Max stood there, his face pale as paper, his once-bright eyes now dim and weary from the ferocity of the battle. Yet, despite his apparent exhaustion, a faint smile curved his lips as he spoke in a low, mocking tone, "Raul, how long can you hold on?" + +"Damn it!" Raul cursed, his pupils shrinking. Those words hit harder than any sword strike Max had unleashed. For a brief second, his killing intent faltered, and hesitation flickered in his eyes. He studied Max carefully, his expression tightening further. + +That sharp, unwavering sword intent coming from Max’s body felt sharper than any blade, forcing Raul to ask himself a question he didn’t want to face—could he even kill Max now? + +Taking a deep breath, Raul hardened his gaze, trying to bury his growing unease. His expression twisted, his voice dripping with hate as he finally spat, "Max, I will definitely kill you next time." + +Max’s smile widened, but it was cold and razor-sharp, his voice cutting through the air like his blade. + +"You don’t stand a chance." His sword swung out without hesitation, and arcs of black flames exploded forward like cascading meteors, each slash carrying the combined might of his flame and sword concepts. Every strike was lethal, capable of ending Raul’s life instantly if it found its mark. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-861.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-861.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c58d9f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-861.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 855: Disparity" +slug: "ch-861" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 861 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1061 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At this point, Raul’s power had already started to wane. His once-monstrous insect swarm, strengthened by essence blood, was visibly sluggish, their movements losing the ferocity they had at the start. + +The time limit on his blood essence enhancement was nearing its end, and Max could see it clearly. Without a moment’s pause, he pressed harder, forcing Raul onto the defensive. + +Raul’s heart sank. "Not good..." he thought grimly, his face paling slightly. Without hesitation, he spun around and fled, pushing every ounce of his remaining strength into escaping. + +As proud as he was, he knew one thing: if he died here, to a mere peak Master Rank warrior, it would forever stain his name—a disgrace he could never wash away. + +As he retreated, Raul desperately refined beast cores along the way, trying to replenish his dwindling mana reserves, but Max gave him no breathing room. Like a shadow of death, Max continued to pursue, his sword flashing again and again, driving Raul into an even more frantic flight. + +One fleeing for his life and the other relentlessly giving chase, their battle carried them out of the blood-soaked lake and into the open skies beyond Mirror Moon Lake. + +It was then that another figure arrived, stepping lightly onto the scene as if the chaotic battlefield belonged to him. + +A young man dressed entirely in white, his handsome face carrying a calm yet imposing temperament, appeared out of thin air. His presence radiated an extraordinary aura that made the surrounding air feel heavy, as if acknowledging his superiority without question. + +Who else could it be but Arnold—the prodigy ranked among the top three geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall, one of the strongest young experts to enter the secret domain this time? + +Josh and Kevin had spoken about him before when they had tried to threaten Max, their words carrying both admiration and fear. And now, Arnold stood there in person, silently watching the fleeing Raul and the chasing Max, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp and calculating. The atmosphere, already tense, grew even heavier. + +Arnold stood still, his sharp eyes narrowing as he focused on the distant figure chasing after Raul. A flicker of recognition passed through his gaze, and he muttered to himself, "That seemed to be Max just now?" + +His voice carried both surprise and curiosity. He turned his attention toward Mirror Moon Lake below, and what he saw made his expression darken instantly. The once-clear water was now completely stained blood-red, and floating across its surface were the scattered remains of Fish Lizards torn apart in battle.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 + +His face hardened as a thought struck him. "Oh no... Did the Fire Dragon Grass get taken by the two of them?" + +Arnold’s reason for coming to Mirror Moon Lake had always been singular—to secure the rare Fire Dragon Grass, a priceless resource for enhancing one’s fire-element techniques and increasing one’s cultivation potential. + +The idea that Max and Raul might have already taken it before he arrived made his heart sink slightly, and his eyes flashed coldly. + +With that thought gnawing at him, Arnold immediately moved forward, his steps silent as he concealed his presence. His gaze lingered on Max’s figure again, noticing something even more surprising. + +Max’s cultivation had already reached the peak of Master Rank, and he wasn’t merely holding his own against Raul—he was hunting him down. Raul, a expert at the fourth level of Legend Rank, albeit severely injured, was struggling to survive under Max’s relentless assault. + +Arnold’s eyes narrowed even more. He himself was one of the top three geniuses of Thunder Monarch Hall, possessing the strength of the sixth level of Legend Rank. Within this secret domain, he rarely met anyone who could threaten him, so there was no reason to be afraid. + +Yet he couldn’t ignore what he had heard of Max’s terrifying swordsmanship. He had heard from Josh that Max had the mastered level 2 sword concept. For a brief moment, hesitation flashed across Arnold’s face as he weighed the situation carefully. + +Finally, he made a decision. Pulling out a golden rune etched with mysterious patterns, he tossed it into the air and quickly formed a complex hand seal. His finger shot out, pointing toward the rune, and with a sharp "swish," the rune transformed into a bird of glowing energy and shot toward the east. + +This was clearly a signal, one meant to summon assistance or deliver urgent information. + +With that done, Arnold inhaled deeply, suppressed his aura completely, and began to move forward with calculated precision, merging with the shadows like a hunting predator stalking its prey. + +Ahead of him, the battle between Max and Raul was still raging fiercely. + +"Boom! Boom! Boom!" + +The air trembled with each exchange, the sky flashing white with every sword strike as arcs of sword energy ripped apart the void. + +Max’s strikes were fast and relentless, his sword dancing like a storm of death. One after another, tens of sword slashes rained down on Raul, each one infused with destructive power that shook the surroundings. + +Raul, on the other hand, was a shadow of his earlier self. The power he had gained from burning his essence blood was fading rapidly, and the insects that once formed his terrifying swarm were weakening and falling into dormancy, their bodies dropping away like dead leaves. + +His face was pale, his breath ragged, and his legs trembled with every movement. + +For the first time in this battle, Raul’s eyes reflected raw panic, a look that betrayed the pride of a Void Soul Tower genius who had never imagined being hunted so ruthlessly by someone at the peak of Master Rank. + +Arnold watched silently from the distance, his eyes glinting with intrigue and calculation. Max’s strength was even greater than he had expected, and Raul’s fear was proof enough that this was no ordinary opponent. The situation had just become far more complicated than Arnold had anticipated. + +"Max, do you really want to kill me?" Raul’s voice cracked as he shouted, his tone no longer arrogant but desperate, trembling under the weight of fear. His body shook slightly as he tried to force confidence into his words. "I am not only a three-star genius of the Void Soul Tower, but my master is the Fourth Elder himself! If you kill me, my master will definitely not let you go!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-862.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-862.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ce8cef --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-862.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 856: Arnold" +slug: "ch-862" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 862 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his expression icy. He replied in a voice laced with contempt, "I killed June. Who the hell are you in front of her?" His tone was so casual, so dismissive, that it pierced through Raul’s heart like a blade. + +Raul’s face instantly drained of all color, his pupils shrinking as the truth hit him like a physical blow. His entire body began trembling uncontrollably, the oppressive fear in his eyes betraying the arrogance he once carried. + +Seeing Raul falter, Max didn’t waste the opportunity. He surged forward like lightning, and his fist shot out, wrapped in destructive power. Countless fist shadows fell from the sky like a meteor storm, crashing down on Raul with overwhelming force. + +The impact knocked Raul clean out of the air, slamming him into the ground with bone-shattering force. His body convulsed violently as three mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, painting the ground red. + +His essence blood already exhausted, Raul desperately commanded his insects to form a protective shield to block Max’s relentless attacks. But the backlash from burning his essence blood earlier surged through him like a raging tide. + +His face twisted in agony as blood flowers bloomed across his skin, red lines cracking along his face and neck like broken porcelain tiles. + +"No—!" Raul screamed in horror, his eyes widening as his body betrayed him, unable to muster the strength to fight back. He looked at Max with trembling pupils, his gaze filled with desperate pleading, silently begging for mercy. But it was too late. + +The backlash intensified. His insects writhed violently, spitting out thick black blood as the power that fueled them collapsed entirely. The blood essence that had sustained his overwhelming strength drained away completely, leaving both Raul and his swarm stripped of vitality. + +The strange crimson lines that had covered his body faded into a ghostly gray-white color, like a dying flame flickering out in the wind. + +Raul’s body slumped forward, his breathing shallow, barely holding on. He raised a trembling hand toward Max, his voice breaking as he whispered intermittently, "Kill... kill me..." His empty eyes, once filled with pride and hatred, were now hollow and resigned. His hand fell limply to the ground, lifeless. + +A thin bloody mark appeared across his throat, crimson blood seeping out like a river breaking through a dam. His head tilted at an unnatural angle as his neck twisted slightly, his eyes frozen wide open, staring blankly into the void with an expression of endless unwillingness and burning resentment. + +Max stood there for a moment, staring at Raul’s corpse, then let out a sharp breath of relief. He understood all too well how close this battle had been. + +If Raul hadn’t sacrificed his essence blood and suffered a devastating backlash, Max would never have been able to kill him, not with that terrifying swarm of insects guarding him. + +This was, without a doubt, the hardest opponent at the 4th level of Legend Rank he had ever faced. + +"The geniuses from the Void Soul Tower... truly terrifying," Max thought silently, his heart heavy but his expression firm. + +Stepping forward, Max knelt briefly and removed Raul’s storage ring, pocketing it without hesitation. Then he raised his hand, conjuring a blazing ball of black fire, ready to burn the body and erase all traces of the battle. + +But just as he prepared to release the fireball, an oppressive force surged from behind, so powerful it felt like the air itself trembled. Max’s expression shifted instantly, his instincts screaming at him as his body tensed for the next inevitable clash. + +"Who?!" Max shouted, his voice sharp as he swiftly pocketed Raul’s storage ring and spun around. A flash of golden light struck his eyes, blinding for a brief instant. It wasn’t just light—it was a weapon. + +A long halberd, its shaft sleek and metallic, with a vicious hooked blade and a blood groove along its edge, crackled with golden lightning. The weapon’s sharpness and destructive aura were palpable even from a distance. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as recognition sparked. "Lightning? Someone from the Thunder Monarch Hall," he muttered coldly. + +Without hesitation, Max swung his sword, flames igniting along the blade as he channeled his level 2 sword concept. The air cracked as the fiery sword energy clashed with the red-gold halberd, the collision erupting in a deafening boom. + +Sparks and fragments of energy scattered like fireworks, forcing the golden halberd to spin backward through the air while Max himself staggered two steps back, his boots digging into the ground to regain balance. + +"Swish!" + +The spinning halberd was snatched out of mid-air by a strong hand, and a figure stepped forward, his white robe fluttering slightly from the lingering shockwave. + +The man who appeared in front of Max was tall, broad-shouldered, and radiated a calm yet oppressive aura. His face was strikingly handsome, and his eyes glowed faintly with golden energy. + +"Max," the man said, glancing at Raul’s lifeless body on the ground. "I didn’t expect you to actually kill him." There was surprise in his voice but also a hint of amusement, as though he had just found something interesting. + +"Who are you?" Max asked coldly. He already knew from the weapon and aura that this man was from the Thunder Monarch Hall, but he wanted confirmation. + +The man smiled faintly, his voice confident and sharp. "I am Arnold, and I am the one who will kill you once and for all." + +Max chuckled slightly at the name, his expression mocking. "Ah, so you’re Arnold. When I killed that guy Josh, he told me Arnold would come to avenge him." + +"Hmph, Max, you are too arrogant," Arnold sneered, his golden halberd sparking faintly in his grip. "The only reason you managed to kill Raul was because he burned his essence blood and overexerted his mana, leading to backlash. Otherwise, even ten of you wouldn’t be able to touch him. You think I don’t know how terrifying those insects of his are?" + +Arnold wasn’t just a fighter—he was a genius known for sharp perception, and his words cut straight to the truth. He chuckled softly, his voice carrying a magnetic confidence. "Max, let me ask you something—did you manage to get the Fish Dragon Grass?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-863.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-863.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..61a568b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-863.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 857: Fighting Arnold" +slug: "ch-863" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 863 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1102 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max smirked, his eyes unwavering. "So what if I did? So what if I didn’t?" + +Arnold’s eyes gleamed with certainty as his smile turned sharp. "It seems you did obtain the Fish Dragon Grass. Very good. Then I’ll kill you here and take it for myself." + +"Just you?" Max smiled coldly, pretending to be disdainful. His tone sharpened as he spoke, every word like a blade. "Arnold, do you know what I decided before entering this secret domain? I swore to kill every single member of the Thunder Monarch Hall who came for my life—and you’re no exception." + +Unexpectedly, Arnold laughed. It wasn’t forced or angry—it was calm and confident, the laugh of someone who believed victory was already in their hands. "Max, I already expected you would say something like that," he said slowly, his voice dripping with smugness. "Which is why I already notified the brothers nearby before coming here. Let’s see where you can run this time." + +"Then I will kill you before they come," Max said coldly, his eyes flashing like sharpened blades. + +Arnold raised an eyebrow at the sudden boldness, slightly surprised that Max dared to provoke him even when reinforcements were on the way. But Max didn’t give him a chance to respond. His figure blurred, Dragon Scales Transformation activating instantly, black glowing scales appearing across his body like armor forged by ancient dragons. + +His aura surged explosively, raw power flooding the air as he unleashed the full might of his 700 Draconic Essences. The ground beneath him cracked and the air distorted as he charged forward, his fist clenched tightly, striking with devastating force aimed straight at Arnold’s chest. + +The void itself seemed to groan from the sheer pressure of that punch, and Arnold’s expression changed for the first time since he arrived. He had assumed Max was strong, but this level of power—just from advancing two small levels—was beyond what he had expected. + +At the entrance of the secret domain, Arnold had been absolutely confident that he could kill Max in one strike if needed, but now, that confidence faltered. + +Still, Arnold was a genius, not one who wavered easily. His mind was sharp and unyielding, his resolve forged by years of battles. Even knowing that Max’s strength had skyrocketed, he refused to retreat. + +He roared sharply, his red-gold square halberd shimmering with dazzling golden lightning as it fell in a powerful arc. The halberd’s blade whistled through the air like a storm, unleashing a stream of golden light shaped like a roaring lightning dragon, rushing headlong toward Max’s incoming punch. + +"Bang!" + +Max’s fist connected with the lightning dragon, detonating a shockwave so violent it sounded like two mountains colliding. The ground around them caved in from the impact, creating a crater as the majestic white glow of Max’s punch intertwined with the cascading golden light of Arnold’s attack. + +The collision sent arcs of uncontrolled lightning streaking across the battlefield, setting the grass and trees nearby ablaze before instantly reducing them to ash. + +Arnold’s eyes sharpened. He didn’t hesitate, immediately throwing his red-gold square halberd upward, his hands forming intricate seals. "Eight Desolate Buddha Technique!" he shouted. + +In that instant, the atmosphere changed. A suffocating, ancient aura erupted from Arnold’s body, swirling like the awakening of a forgotten beast. It was violent and primal, yet solemn and commanding, carrying with it the echo of a world long past. + +Behind him, an ancient shadow manifested—a towering Buddha-like figure holding a colossal pagoda, its surface cracked and aged as if it had weathered countless eons. With a roar like collapsing mountains, the image plunged downward, smashing toward Max with the force of a falling world. + +Max, however, remained calm, his face unshaken. He gripped his sword tightly, flames igniting along the blade, swirling like a crimson storm. With a deep breath, he unleashed his power, channeling both his level 2 sword concept and level 2 flame concept at once. His voice rang out like a battle bell. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art!" + +His sword slashed out in a frenzy, not once, but thirteen times in quick succession. Each strike was stronger and more refined than the last, the energy compounding like waves building into a tsunami. Each blade of energy was three hundred feet long, forming pillars of flaming sword intent that shot up into the heavens, piercing the clouds. + +The thirteen flaming arcs surged upward as one, their combined power forming an unstoppable storm that collided with the descending pagoda. + +"Boom!" + +The impact shook the sky itself. A deafening rumble spread across the battlefield as flames and golden energy exploded violently, forming a hurricane-like vortex of power. + +The illusionary pagoda cracked, groaning under the pressure, while shockwaves radiated outward, toppling distant trees and kicking up massive waves on the already disturbed Mirror Moon Lake.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +At the same time, Max’s body shot forward like a streak of pure sword energy, every muscle and movement honed to deadly precision. He moved with unstoppable force, his speed so fast that his figure blurred, becoming a streak of sharp light tearing through the void. + +The momentum he carried with him was overwhelming, like a divine sword descending from the heavens, locking onto Arnold with undeniable killing intent. + +"Furious Lotus!" Arnold roared in response, his voice echoing like thunder. Instantly, lightning erupted around him, exploding from both above his head and beneath his feet. Large arcs of golden lightning coiled around his body, snapping and crackling with destructive power. + +In that instant, Arnold appeared like the embodiment of a lightning god—majestic, fierce, and untouchable. His aura swelled violently, and a vast amount of lightning energy flooded the battlefield, turning the air into a humming storm of raw destructive power. + +Arnold’s eyes glimmered with electric light as he clapped his hands together. With practiced ease, he formed a series of complex lightning seals, each one sparking with dazzling arcs of energy. These seals shot outward, and under his precise control, they fused together in mid-air, forming the image of a glowing lotus made entirely of lightning. + +At first, it was small, no bigger than a palm, but as Arnold poured more lightning spirit power into it, the lotus pulsed and grew rapidly, expanding until it loomed as large as a house, spinning like a living thunderstorm. + +"Go!" Arnold bellowed, pointing his finger forward. The giant lightning lotus rotated violently, its petals releasing arcs of destructive energy as it surged toward Max like a vortex of pure annihilation. + +The force behind it twisted the air and shook the earth, tearing apart the ground beneath it and making the sky ripple with golden light. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-864.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-864.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5e9ba2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-864.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 858: Overpowering Arnold" +slug: "ch-864" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 864 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1279 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max, however, remained calm despite the overwhelming pressure bearing down on him. He exhaled deeply, focusing all of his mind into his blade. + +At that moment, he withdrew his flame concept entirely, relying solely on his sword concept. His aura shifted, becoming razor-sharp and focused, like a blade capable of cutting through everything in its path. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art." + +His voice was steady and cold as he lifted his sword and delivered a single, simple slash. Yet this was no ordinary strike—it carried with it the distilled essence of his Level 2 Severing Sword Concept, which had already reached its advanced stage, infinitely close to evolving into Level 3. + +The sword energy erupted like a silver crescent moon splitting the heavens. It collided with the massive lightning lotus, and in the blink of an eye, the lotus was cleaved neatly in two. + +The slash was so clean and absolute that for a moment, it seemed as though time itself had paused before the lotus shattered completely, bursting into a cascade of chaotic lightning. + +Arnold’s eyes widened in disbelief, shock flickering in his gaze. "Advanced stage of Level 2 Sword Concept? You actually reached this step?" He had fought countless talented swordsmen before, but very few could even grasp a single concept, much less advance it this far. + +This level of mastery was only a step away from reaching Level 3, a threshold few could ever touch in their lifetime. + +Realizing the danger he was facing, Arnold clenched his teeth and roared, surging his mana violently through his body. He unleashed 150% of his strength, over-drawing his spirit power to manifest another Furious Lotus. + +This one was twice the size of the previous, spinning with devastating speed and lighting up the sky as if a miniature sun had descended. It smashed forward, aiming to overwhelm Max’s sword energy. + +But Arnold was no Raul. He didn’t have Raul’s terrifying swarm of insects to shield him from overwhelming attacks, nor did he have the same life-saving methods. No matter how profound the Furious Lotus Technique he practiced was, it simply could not stand against the raw edge of Max’s advanced-stage Level 2 sword concept. + +Max’s slash descended again, clean and absolute, and in an instant, the new lightning lotus was split apart like paper, shattering into a storm of uncontrolled lightning that burst across the sky. + +The resulting shockwave burned the void crimson, scorching everything in its path. Within a radius of several miles, not a single plant or tree was left standing; everything was reduced to smoldering ashes, the land itself scarred by the clash. + +Arnold staggered backward, his body jolted by the violent backlash of his own shattered technique. He retreated over a hundred feet before finally stabilizing himself, his face pale and his breathing heavy. + +Looking up at Max, his eyes were full of disbelief and a trace of fear—fear of the man who had just shattered his ultimate technique with nothing more than a single slash. It was clear to anyone watching: Arnold had been shaken to his core. + +Max smiled faintly, the kind of smile that carried no joy but absolute resolve, and without uttering a single word, he charged forward. His grip tightened around the Blue Dragon Sword, both hands wrapped firmly around its hilt, his arms steady and full of power. + +With one smooth motion, he unleashed a massive sword wave, the sword energy surging outward like a living beast. + +The sharp edge of the Blue Dragon Sword released a stream of sword energy nearly a thousand feet long, its aura fierce and untamed, resembling a colossal azure dragon roaring as it tore through the sky, rushing straight for Arnold with unstoppable momentum. + +Arnold’s expression stiffened. His normally elegant and composed demeanor cracked under pressure. His jade-like face turned pale as paper, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. + +The weight of Max’s killing intent pressed against him like a mountain. "Max, you forced me to do this," he said through clenched teeth, his voice trembling not with fear but with restrained fury. + +His hands crossed in front of him as he gathered every ounce of lightning power within his body. Sparks danced along his fingers before erupting outward in violent waves. A sea of lightning materialized around him, vast and endless, its dazzling brilliance making the entire battlefield glow with golden light. + +The arcs of lightning thickened and condensed, swirling like a storm before forming countless orbs—lightning balls, dense and terrifying, floating in the void like miniature suns waiting to explode. + +"Buzz—!" A deep, resonant hum echoed as the lightning balls stabilized, radiating destructive energy strong enough to make the surrounding space crack. + +"Go!" Arnold commanded sharply, his voice resonating with power. At once, thousands of lightning balls streaked forward like divine artillery, each one tearing through the air at unimaginable speed. One after another, they exploded in blinding flashes. + +"Bang! Bang! Bang!" + +Each detonation gave birth to violent clouds of lightning energy, expanding like shockwaves across the battlefield. + +The sheer destructive power was overwhelming. Space itself began to tear apart under the onslaught, "Puff, puff, puff," the void shattering into fragments and leaving trails of empty vacuum in its wake. Max’s thousand-foot-long sword energy was crushed almost instantly under the barrage, shattering with an explosive "Boom!" that lit up the sky. + +The sword light scattered and disappeared, leaving nothing but a raging storm of violent lightning energy bearing down on him. + +For a moment, it looked as though Max would be swallowed whole, reduced to ash by the unrelenting bombardment. The lightning was so fierce, so consuming, that even breathing within its radius felt impossible. + +Yet, Max didn’t flinch. The flames of pain or fear didn’t reach his eyes; instead, there was only unshakable determination. He believed in the strength of his own body—his Dragon Scales had now increased by another 200, bringing his total to an astounding 800 Dragon Scales. + +With that level of protection, he knew he could withstand even the most destructive attacks of ordinary Legend Rank experts. + +As the lightning balls smashed into him one by one, their energy flaring like miniature explosions, Max planted his feet firmly into the ground. His sword rose high, energy surging into its blade, and with one clean motion, he slashed down with all his might. + +From afar, it looked like the world of lightning itself had been split apart. The sword shadow he released was hundreds of feet long, cutting through the storm as though separating heaven and earth. + +Arnold’s eyes widened in pure horror, his face draining of all color. "What?!" The word escaped him involuntarily as his instincts screamed danger. He stepped back instantly, his hands gripping tightly onto the red-gold square halberd, his body dropping into a defensive stance. Sparks of golden light danced along the halberd’s shaft as he prepared to block. + +But Arnold had gravely underestimated Max’s advanced Level 2 Severing Sword Concept. The sword shadow struck with such destructive force that when it clashed with Arnold’s halberd, a loud metallic "Clang!" rang out, piercing through the roar of lightning.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +The impact was earth-shattering—the halberd trembled violently in Arnold’s hands as its golden light faltered, and in the next instant, both Arnold and his weapon were sent flying backward like a broken kite. + +"Puff!" Blood burst from Arnold’s mouth, his body twisting in midair before crashing heavily into the ground. He rolled several times, gouging out a massive crater before finally coming to a stop. + +Lying in the hole he had created, Arnold’s eyes were wide open, reflecting only horror and disbelief as he stared at Max, the man who had just overpowered him so completely. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-865.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-865.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11bfffc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-865.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 859: Jake" +slug: "ch-865" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 865 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1378 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Seeing Arnold sprawled in the crater, bloodied and shaken, Max strode forward with calm, deliberate steps, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His voice was cold and sharp as a blade. "Arnold, it seems that you’re the one who will die today." + +Arnold’s pupils contracted in shock. "Max, you... you dare to kill me?" he shouted, his voice a mixture of disbelief and rage, but there was no mistaking the tremor in his tone. + +The murderous intent radiating from Max was suffocating, piercing straight into his soul, making his body stiffen with fear. For the first time in years, Arnold truly felt the presence of death looming over him. + +Max’s eyes darkened. "Arnold, you’re still saying stupid things like that even now? That really disappoints me," he said coldly, his hand tightening on the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword. He raised his arm, poised to strike, his killing intent surging like an icy storm. + +"Max, if you dare to hurt Arnold, I, Jake, will take your life!" + +A voice, deep and fierce, cut through the battlefield like thunder. A figure rushed forward from not far away—a young man clad in a yellow shirt embroidered with a cloud and lightning emblem across his chest. His presence alone carried the distinctive aura of the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +Max’s gaze snapped to him, and his expression tightened. The man was another 3-star genius, just like Arnold, but his aura was stronger—much stronger. His cultivation had already reached the 7th level of the Legend Rank. + +His mind flashing with calculation, and then his expression hardened, turning ruthless. There was no hesitation in his movements as he drove his sword straight at Arnold. + +"Max—!" Arnold’s eyes widened in sheer horror, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints as he saw the Blue Dragon Sword thrusting toward him like a streak of death. His face twisted, veins bulging as he roared with all his strength, drawing on every bit of mana he had left to form a defensive shield around himself. + +But Max’s attack was merciless, the sword carrying the power of his advanced Level 2 Severing Concept. The protective shield collapsed like fragile glass, shattering into pieces under the sheer weight of Max’s power. + +Arnold’s heart seemed to stop for an instant, his soul freezing in terror as cold sweat dripped down his temples. He suppressed the pain coursing through his battered body and managed to jerk himself aside at the last possible moment, narrowly dodging the killing strike. + +Arnold was indeed worthy of being called a prodigy of the Thunder Monarch Hall; even in such a dire state, he had avoided instant death. + +"Damn it!" Max cursed under his breath, his face twisting with frustration. His sword turned sharply, flashing again as he lunged forward, stabbing for a second time. + +This time the Blue Dragon Sword found its mark, piercing straight into Arnold’s arm. Blood erupted in a crimson spray, soaking the ground as Arnold screamed in agony, his face contorted in pain and despair. + +Max’s killing intent intensified. His eyes burned with fury as he raised the sword high, his voice thundering through the battlefield. + +"Severing Flow Sword Art!" He swung the blade down with full strength, intending to sever Arnold’s arm entirely, perhaps even end him completely. + +"No—!" Arnold’s scream was raw and hoarse, filled with unrestrained terror. Blood oozed from his eyes as panic overtook him, his mind going blank in the face of imminent death. + +But at that exact moment, a gray light flashed like a phantom. + +Clang! + +The sharp metallic ring echoed as Max’s sword was forcefully deflected, sparks flying in every direction. The blow was intercepted with brutal precision, the impact reverberating up Max’s arm. + +A figure descended from above, slamming onto the battlefield with the weight of a falling meteor, the ground trembling beneath his feet. It was Jake, his aura raging like a violent storm, gray lightning swirling around his body. + +He stood between Max and Arnold, halberd in hand, eyes locked onto Max with a cold, predatory stare. + +"Jake..." Arnold’s eyes lit up with relief the moment he saw his comrade, a glimmer of hope sparking in his otherwise desperate situation. He tried to stand, forcing his battered body upward, but the moment he put pressure on his injured arm, his face twisted in pain. + +A white light flashed across his vision, and he choked violently, coughing up a mouthful of blood before collapsing back down to the ground, his strength completely drained. + +"Arnold, take this pill." Jake’s expression darkened when he caught sight of the gaping bloody hole in Arnold’s arm, blood soaking the fabric around it. He immediately pulled out a golden pill, shimmering faintly with medicinal energy, and carefully placed it between Arnold’s lips. "Swallow it. It’ll stop the bleeding." + +After ensuring Arnold had taken it, Jake stepped in front of him, his body like a wall shielding his injured comrade. His eyes locked onto Max, cold and murderous, his killing intent so heavy it felt like an invisible blade pressing against the air. ’If I’d come a moment later, Arnold would’ve lost that arm entirely,’ he thought, his fury boiling to the surface. + +"Max, you deserve to die." Jake’s voice was devoid of emotion, deep and chilling, like the whisper of death itself. A gray light burst from his body, enveloping him like armor forged from shadows, while the long black spear in his grip gleamed with a cold, razor-sharp light. + +Without hesitation, he lunged forward, the spear thrusting toward Max’s throat with terrifying speed, aiming to end the battle with a single fatal strike. + +"You think you can kill me?" Max laughed, his voice carrying a mocking edge. His Blue Dragon Sword swung out in one smooth motion, its sharp edge meeting the incoming spear head-on. + +Clang! + +The collision of sword and spear sent a deafening shockwave rippling through the area, flattening the grass and shaking nearby trees. Sparks flew like fireworks, and the force of their clash sent ripples through the ground beneath them, but neither fighter moved even an inch, both holding their ground with equal strength. + +"Arnold, go find a place to heal your wounds. I’ll handle him." Jake’s eyes didn’t leave Max for even a fraction of a second, his killing intent surging like a tide as he spoke to his injured comrade. His expression was grim, his tone brooking no argument. + +With one final glance, he shot forward, his feet stepping into the air as if it were solid ground, his movement fluid yet unnervingly fast. His body shimmered with a refracted gray light, slicing through the void with a sharp hissss—a sound eerily similar to a poisonous snake slithering at terrifying speed. + +When that hissing sound reached Max’s ears, his scalp tingled, and his expression hardened. For a moment, it felt like he wasn’t facing a human but some deadly serpent ready to strike, its presence instinctively terrifying. It was obvious that Jake had trained in an extremely powerful footwork technique—his speed and precision were exceptional, almost unnatural. + +"Come on then!" Max grinned, his battle spirit ignited, and surged forward to meet Jake head-on. + +Bang! + +The two collided once more, sword and spear smashing together with explosive force. Shockwaves rippled outward like waves in a stormy sea, shaking the very air around them. + +But despite Jake’s raw strength and refined technique, Max’s swordsmanship and power held firm. No matter how much Jake pushed, he couldn’t overpower Max, and that realization sent a flicker of disbelief across his face. + +Almost immediately, that disbelief hardened into ruthlessness as Jake narrowed his eyes. ’This one... he can’t be allowed to live. His potential is too dangerous.’ + +"Max, you dare to hurt Arnold? Today is the day you die!" Jake roared, his body completely enveloped in gray light as he unleashed his full strength. His movement technique activated again, and he slid across the battlefield like a venomous serpent stalking its prey, closing the hundred-foot distance between them in the blink of an eye. + +With a sharp, deafening buzz, the spear in his hands thrummed like a beast eager for blood. Then, with blinding speed, he thrust it downward like a bolt of lightning splitting the heavens, aiming to pierce through Max in one deadly strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-866.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-866.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02b88d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-866.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 860: Max vs Jake" +slug: "ch-866" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 866 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1054 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes narrowed dangerously as his grip tightened around the Blue Dragon Sword. The roaring fusion of his level 2 flame concept and level 2 sword concept surged once more, filling the air with blistering heat and razor-sharp sword intent. "Severing Flow Sword Art!" he roared, slashing downward with all his strength. + +Jake met the attack head-on, his spear gleaming with sharp killing intent as it intercepted the strike. The two weapons collided with an ear-splitting crash, and a shockwave erupted outward, shaking the ground and scattering loose stones like leaves in a storm. + +Both men were driven backward, their feet plowing deep furrows into the earth from the force of the clash. + +But Max wasn’t finished. His sword trembled with energy as he invoked his next skill. "Magic Swords Barrage!" he shouted, his voice like rolling thunder. + +Immediately, the space above them shimmered as thousands of radiant blue swords formed out of pure energy, each one laced with the power of his advanced flame and sword concepts. They whistled as they fell from the sky like a rain of divine judgment, descending upon Jake with unstoppable momentum. + +Yet, just as the swords were about to annihilate him, Jake’s figure blurred and vanished from sight. In an instant, he reappeared a hundred feet to the left, completely unharmed, his mocking smile unchanged. The thousands of energy swords slammed into the ground where he had been, detonating in violent explosions that sent waves of dust and shattered earth into the air. + +Max’s pupils contracted sharply. ’Even with my Three Dimensional Body, I didn’t catch his movement. That wasn’t teleportation... there was no fluctuation of space concept.’ His gaze sharpened, a frown creasing his face. ’What kind of footwork is that?’ + +Jake, standing casually with his spear resting across his shoulder, smirked. "Haha, you look confused, Max. You should be. What you saw was my specialty—a movement technique known as One Step Mile. It’s not perfect yet, still at the beginner stage, but even so..." His eyes gleamed with arrogant pride. "Even someone at the peak of Legend Rank would have trouble surpassing my speed." + +"One Step Mile..." Max repeated under his breath, his expression darkening. This wasn’t just a fast movement technique; it was something extraordinary, something that tilted the balance of battle completely in Jake’s favor. + +His brows furrowed deeply as the weight of the situation settled over him. ’He’s faster than anyone I’ve fought so far... even teleportation wouldn’t be this seamless. This is going to be difficult.’ + +At that moment, despite the pressure Jake exuded, Max couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. His eyes briefly gleamed, not with fear, but with curiosity and hunger. ’One Step Mile... what if I could master it too? What level would my speed reach then?’ + +The thought sparked a dangerous fire within him, and for a brief second, a subtle glint of greed passed through his eyes. + +Jake, standing tall and arrogant, caught that fleeting expression and misinterpreted it as fear. A faint smile spread across his face, cold and mocking. "Max, you’ve surprised me today. I didn’t expect you to have grasped not one but two level 2 concepts—flame and sword. Do you even realize what that means? Looking at the entire Middle Domain, you’d be considered a top-tier genius, perhaps even surpassing some Heaven Grade geniuses. But..." + +His smile widened, confidence dripping from his voice, "...unfortunately for you, none of that matters. Because today, you’re destined to die at my hands." + +Max’s expression darkened deliberately, his features twisting as if true fear had finally sunk into his bones. + +He even stepped back slightly, letting his body tremble just enough to sell the act. Jake’s eyes flashed with disdainful amusement, a chuckle rumbling from his throat. "What’s this? Are you thinking of running away?" + +Unexpectedly, Max shook his head slowly, his face still wearing a mask of fear, but his eyes flashed with something cold and hidden. "No," he said quietly, his voice carrying a strange calmness. "I was just thinking again... whether I should kill you." + +"Hahaha!" Jake erupted into laughter, clutching his stomach in mock amusement. "Max, I thought you were smart, but I see now—you’re just another arrogant fool. You think you can kill me? With what?" + +His face hardened with confidence, his tone full of ridicule. "You’re still only at the peak of Master Rank. Not even Champion Rank. You can’t touch me." + +Max’s eyes hardened, the trembling gone in an instant, replaced by an icy sharpness. "Are you done talking?" he said coldly. "Because if you are... you can die now." + +Jake froze for half a second, surprised at the sudden change in Max’s tone, then burst out laughing again, his arrogance unshaken. "Come then! Show me what you think you can do!" + +Max gave no reply this time. His answer came from the Blue Dragon Sword in his hands. He raised it high, and instantly, his aura surged, flames and sword intent intertwining as one. With a sharp swing, his sword released a devastating wave of power. + +The air trembled violently as a sky full of sword light bloomed in the void, filling the surroundings like a storm of blades. Even the flowers, the grass, and the very trees around him trembled and bent to his will, their essence drawn into the strike. They turned into countless phantom swords, all merging with the storm of sword energy, converging into a single catastrophic strike aimed straight at Jake. + +The sheer power behind it was enough to make the heavens rumble, as if the world itself was momentarily cut apart. + +Above Max, the sky itself seemed to split apart as sword light surged like an endless ocean, converging into a single, colossal sword over three hundred feet long. Its edge radiated a blazing brilliance, sharp enough to make the soul tremble, while an overwhelming wave of sword whistles filled the heavens like the cries of a thousand blades. + +This was still the power of Max’s level 2 severing sword concept, yet it was entirely different from his earlier strikes. This attack did not rely on sheer mana but on pure sword concept merged with the devastating skill, Magic Sword Excalibur.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +Because of that, the strike’s power more than doubled, its sharpness and destructive force unmatched by his previous attacks. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-867.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-867.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3527d84 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-867.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 861: One Step Mile" +slug: "ch-867" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 867 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Useless!" Jake roared, his face twisted with anger as his eyes burned with ferocity. His fingers clenched tightly around the shaft of his spear, and his entire body trembled with surging power as he infused it with a torrent of mana. + +In an instant, the spear in his grip expanded at a terrifying speed, growing nearly a hundred feet long, its form resembling a coiled, vicious dragon. Mana roared along its surface like raging thunder, and a violent killing intent erupted from it. + +With a sudden, ferocious throw, the spear hurtled upward, its image blurring into a phantom dragon roaring through the sky, devouring everything in its path as it clashed with the descending sword. + +"Boom!" + +The collision was apocalyptic. The hundred-foot spear and the three-hundred-foot sword slammed into one another with an earth-shattering impact. The sound of the clash tore through the mountains like thunder splitting the heavens apart. + +An airwave, wild and unrestrained, shot hundreds of feet into the sky, flattening everything in its path. Grass and trees within a thousand feet radius disintegrated instantly, their forms reduced to ash by the sheer force, while distant mountain peaks trembled violently, their ridges cracking as if they would collapse under the terrifying pressure of the clash. + +Jake’s eyes widened in disbelief as his expression twisted into one of shock and horror. He hadn’t expected Max to be capable of such raw destructive strength. ’He’s a monster...’ + +The thought crept into his mind unbidden, shaking the foundation of his earlier arrogance. He had assumed Max to be powerful but still beneath him. + +Now, seeing the spear he’d poured everything into locked in a deadly contest with that enormous sword, Jake’s confidence faltered. + +And then it got worse. + +As the two forces continued colliding, Jake’s brow furrowed in alarm. The light of his spear—so fierce and overwhelming just moments ago—was beginning to dim. Its power weakened gradually, the once vicious energy slowly dispersing, inch by inch. + +’What the hell is happening?’ Jake clenched his teeth, fear curling in his chest. + +Sure enough, just as the giant sword surged again with unstoppable force, there was a loud metallic crack. The spear gave a sharp clanging sound, then abruptly shrank back to its original size, pulled helplessly from the contest. It spun through the air before flying back into Jake’s grasp, its energy almost extinguished. + +The giant sword, however, continued its descent like a divine judgment. + +"How is that possible?" Jake muttered, his face paling. His eyes were ice-cold, but even that couldn’t mask the dread creeping into them. He was a genius of the 7th level of Legend Rank, a man who prided himself on invincibility among his peers. + +Yet this attack, one fueled by the pure force of sword concept rather than brute mana, had completely overpowered him. + +But Jake’s instincts were razor-sharp. Even with the shock still coursing through him, his body reacted without hesitation. He twisted his body sharply, his spear pulling tight to his side, and used the One Step Mile movement technique. + +In an instant, his figure blurred into a near-ethereal shadow, his speed surpassing human perception. Like a long, agile serpent, he shot out of the sword’s strike zone with impossible swiftness. + +The three-hundred-foot sword slammed into the earth where he had stood, detonating in a wave of blinding sword light that turned the ground into a wasteland of craters and broken stone. But when the dust settled, Jake was gone, having narrowly avoided what could have been a killing blow. + +Max’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his face cold as steel as he glared at Jake. The smug confidence radiating from Jake was infuriating, but what really unsettled Max was the sheer speed Jake displayed through the One Step Mile. + +That footwork wasn’t something ordinary; it was a movement technique at the peak of perfection, and right now, it made Jake almost untouchable. + +Jake, meanwhile, seemed to revel in Max’s frustration. He chuckled, the sound crisp and mocking as it echoed in the space between them. "Max, I have to admit, you surprised me. I didn’t expect you to have such strength, enough to threaten me. But it’s useless—you can’t kill me. With One Step Mile, you can’t even touch me." His voice carried both arrogance and certainty, his posture relaxed, spear casually tilted at his side as if he already considered the fight won. + +Max frowned slightly, his mind racing. Jake’s words weren’t wrong; speed like that was a nightmare to deal with. Unless he could match it, any fatal strike would be avoided, no matter how strong the attack was. + +Seeing Max’s expression darken, Jake smirked even more, tilting his head slightly with a mocking look. "Besides, you and I both know the truth. You’re not truly this strong, are you? You must have used some forbidden technique, something that forcefully raised your power to match mine. But that kind of power has a time limit. When it runs out..." His eyes flashed coldly as a cruel grin formed. "...it’ll be your time to die." + +Max’s expression instantly twisted into one of forced frustration, a faint tremor in his eyes as though Jake’s words had struck him deep. Internally, however, Max sneered. ’What a fool... he really believes I’m using a forbidden technique. Fine, let him believe it—it’ll make killing him easier.’ + +Clenching his jaw, he snarled through gritted teeth, "I will kill you before that happens." + +Almost instantly, arcs of azure lightning surged from Max’s body, weaving together until they formed a radiant armor of pure energy. The Lightning Manifestation Armour spread across his figure like an otherworldly battle suit, each segment crackling and humming with destructive might. + +Sparks flew off its surface as if reality itself was being scorched by his presence. The oppressive weight of his aura surged, forcing even Jake to pause for a moment, his pupils shrinking slightly at the power radiating from Max. + +’This lightning... it’s dangerous.’ Jake instinctively gripped his spear tighter, his usual calm briefly interrupted. + +But he had no time to think further. Max’s figure vanished in an electric blur, the speed boosted by his lightning concept causing the air to explode with a thunderous crack. In less than a heartbeat, Max closed the gap to a hundred feet. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-868.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-868.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..baec6e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-868.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 862: Killing Jake" +slug: "ch-868" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 868 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Then, with a roar, he poured every ounce of strength into his strike. The Blue Dragon Sword flashed, carrying the combined might of his physical power, level 2 flame and sword concepts, and the amplifying force of lightning. His momentum alone shook the void as if thunder and lightning had taken physical form, descending upon Jake like a divine punishment. + +Jake’s eyes widened. ’He’s faster?!’ He hadn’t expected Max to still have a card left to play, let alone one that amplified both his strength and speed at once. + +Quickly, Jake lifted his spear, its blade blurring into countless shadows, filling the sky in an attempt to form an impregnable defense. + +"Boom!" + +The clash was violent and explosive. The spear’s shadows shattered instantly under the weight of Max’s strike, as if a mountain had been dropped on them. The force behind Max’s sword sent shockwaves rolling in every direction, ripping apart the ground below and shattering nearby boulders like glass. + +Jake staggered, his feet sliding back dozens of feet as his arms trembled from the impact. A look of disbelief filled his face. ’Impossible... how is his power even stronger than before?’ + +Max didn’t give him time to think. His eyes burned with determination, lightning still crackling along his armor as he stepped forward, sword at the ready, his killing intent sharp enough to pierce the heavens. + +Jake’s eyes were bloodshot, disbelief and rage boiling inside him as he staggered backward. ’How... how is this even possible?’ he thought, his heart pounding wildly. + +A mere peak Master Rank expert, someone he should have been able to crush with one hand, was forcing him back like a helpless child. His pride as a 7th-level Legend Rank genius, his arrogance built from countless victories, was cracking apart in front of his eyes.𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 + +Max, however, looked completely calm—almost cold. His face was expressionless except for the faint trace of a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "Playtime is over," he muttered, his voice low, almost like the distant rumble of thunder. + +In the next instant, blue lightning burst from Max’s body like an exploding storm, and he vanished. By the time Jake’s eyes widened, Max was already in front of him, sword flashing with a blinding brilliance. + +"Damn it!" Jake roared in panic, forcing his spear forward with all his strength, layers of spear shadows forming into a dense wall of defense. + +But it didn’t matter. + +Bang! + +Boom! + +Each clash echoed like thunder, shockwaves blasting outward as mountains cracked and hills split apart. Trees were uprooted, flying like straw in a storm. The ground beneath them was carved open with long trenches as one figure, a blur of white light, desperately tried to resist the other—a blazing blue flash of pure lightning that tore through everything in its way. + +Again and again, their weapons met, sparks spraying like fireworks in the night sky, each collision shaking the land itself. But slowly, undeniably, the white blur weakened while the lightning blur only grew faster and sharper. Max’s strikes were relentless, precise, and unstoppable. + +Jake’s face twisted with horror, veins bulging along his neck as he screamed, "How can you be this fast and strong at the same time?!" His heart trembled violently as a thought he never imagined surfaced—’I might die here.’ + +Max suddenly stopped, his body relaxed, as he looked Jake in the eye with a sneer that cut deeper than any blade. "You think this speed is fast?" he said softly, almost mockingly. "Let me show you what true speed is." + +Before Jake could even blink, Max’s body ignited with red lightning, the third stage of the Storm King’s Inheritance: Extreme Speed. + +To Jake, everything around him froze. Max was no longer a figure but a streak of crimson light that tore reality itself apart as it closed in. There was no time to react, no time to breathe, not even time to think. + +A faint sound, swish, whispered in his ears—and then, silence. + +Jake’s pupils dilated as his vision suddenly tilted unnaturally. He glanced downward, confused, only to see his own headless body standing stiff, blood fountaining out like a scarlet geyser. ’Huh? What? How is this possible...?’ That was his final thought before eternal darkness swallowed him whole. + +His body twitched twice, spasming uncontrollably, before collapsing into a pool of blood with a heavy plop. + +Max stood there, breathing evenly, his Blue Dragon Sword resting at his side as the crimson sparks faded from his armor. His eyes flicked to Jake’s falling corpse, his expression calm but with a hint of satisfaction. "Too slow," he muttered coldly. + +With a wave of his hand, a silver glimmer flew into his palm—the storage ring. Max scanned it instantly with his spiritual sense, his focus sharp, but then his eyes suddenly widened in delight. + +"One Step Mile..." he whispered, lips curling into a grin as excitement surged through him. That very footwork technique Jake had used, the one that sparked his interest from the very beginning, was right there in his hands. Ever since witnessing Jake’s insane speed, Max had sworn to kill him and seize that technique no matter the cost. + +And now, he had done it. + +He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the satisfaction settle in, a faint red glow appearing on his pale face from the sheer rush of victory and discovery. One Step Mile is mine. + +With a final glance at Jake’s headless body, Max turned away, clutching the storage ring tightly as if it were the greatest treasure he had obtained in the secret domain so far. "This trip was worth it," he said quietly, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he vanished into the wilderness once more. + +Judging from Jake’s terrifying speed during their battle, the true power of One Step Mile was undeniable. Even with only a beginner’s grasp of the technique, Jake had surpassed Max in sheer movement speed. + +The thought alone sent a ripple of excitement through Max’s chest. ’If just a basic mastery of this technique can reach such heights, then what about when it is perfected?’ Max’s mind flashed with the image of soaring past even Mythic Rank experts, their attacks and techniques rendered useless against his speed. The very idea made his blood boil with anticipation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-869.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-869.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..40938ae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-869.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 863: Arnold Gets Away" +slug: "ch-869" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 869 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1069 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Without hesitation, Max sat down and opened the jade slip containing the One Step Mile technique. His eyes scanned every inscription, every intricate diagram, every explanation of the footwork’s profound mysteries. + +The deeper he read, the more his expression shifted—first surprise at its depth, then doubt at its complexity, and finally, unrestrained excitement. The technique was far beyond ordinary martial footwork; it was as if the heavens themselves had crafted a method solely for those who sought to dominate all speed-based combat. + +After finishing his initial reading, Max stood up, exhaled deeply, and turned his attention to Jake’s corpse. With a simple motion of his hand, black flames erupted, consuming the body entirely. + +In moments, nothing but ashes remained, which Max promptly devoured using his unique ability. However, to his slight disappointment, no level-up notification came. He sighed softly, shaking his head. "Looks like killing a level 7 Legend Rank isn’t enough. I’ll need something—or someone—far stronger if I want to push myself into Champion Rank." + +His eyes then narrowed, gleaming with cold determination. ’Arnold.’ The genius from Thunder Monarch Hall had to die. Arnold’s future was limitless; his potential made him the type of person who, if left alive, could one day stab Max in the back. + +"No loose ends," Max muttered. "I’ll kill him now while I have the chance." + +With that resolve, Max set off, swiftly returning to the area where Arnold had been seriously injured. However, when he arrived, he was greeted by nothing but chaos. Trees had been uprooted, the ground was cracked and torn apart, and faint traces of battle aura still lingered in the air—but Arnold was nowhere to be found. + +Max’s brows furrowed deeply. ’Did he leave to heal?’ It seemed likely. Arnold’s injuries had been severe, and even with the healing medicine Jake had given him, he wouldn’t have recovered quickly. That should have kept him close by. + +Determined not to give up, Max expanded his search radius. For one hour, then two, and finally three, he scoured every inch of terrain within a hundred miles. + +Mountains, valleys, rivers, even deep caves—all were checked meticulously. Yet, despite his efforts and powerful soul perception, there was no trace of Arnold. It was as though the man had vanished entirely. + +"Damn it!" Max growled, his fist tightening around the hilt of the Blue Dragon Sword. "Where the hell did he go?" He didn’t believe Arnold had gone far; someone as injured as him shouldn’t have been able to flee to such a distance. Still, there were no clues, and no lingering traces of his aura to follow. + +Frustration gnawed at him, but eventually, Max had to accept reality. Today’s chance was lost. He had already spent hours searching, and this was the seventh day since entering the valley. + +Time was running short, and there were still treasures waiting to be found in this massive secret domain. + +Finally, Max took one last glance at the empty, chaotic clearing, his eyes cold and sharp. "You got lucky this time, Arnold... but next time, you won’t." With that promise etched into his mind, Max turned and left, disappearing into the distance to hunt for new opportunities and treasures. + +--- + +Hidden beneath the mountain where Max had searched so relentlessly, a pale young man sat cross-legged in the depths of a narrow cave. His face was twisted in resentment, his teeth gritted tightly, and his eyes bloodshot with fury. Who else could it be but Arnold, the genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall? + +The truth was, Arnold had been severely injured and hiding in the mountains since his encounter with Max earlier. When he felt Max’s aura return, even colder and sharper than before, and saw that unmistakable murderous look in his eyes, he instantly understood what had happened—Senior Brother Jake was dead. + +The realization sent a tremor down his spine, and his already pale face turned even paler. + +In order to survive, Arnold had to act quickly. He remembered the treasure his grandfather had entrusted to him—a black cloak said to have extraordinary concealing abilities, a rare artifact capable of hiding one’s presence so thoroughly that even a Mythical Rank expert would fail to sense them standing directly in front of them. + +Without hesitation, Arnold dug a hole right on the spot, slipped into it, wrapped himself tightly with the cloak, and shut down all his five senses, merging with the earth itself. It was an extreme measure, but his life was worth far more than his pride at that moment. + +When Max finally left the area, Arnold slowly emerged from his makeshift hideout. His entire body trembled at the memory of Max’s murderous gaze, the kind of coldness that could freeze the soul itself. But soon, fear gave way to rage, and his pale face twisted into one of hatred and malice. + +"Finally, he’s gone." Arnold muttered to himself, his voice hoarse but brimming with venom. "I didn’t expect he would actually kill Senior Brother Jake. Damn you, Max. I swear, I will make you die for this!" + +His voice echoed faintly in the cave as his fists clenched tight enough for his knuckles to whiten. But then he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his expression becoming cold and resolute. "I am Arnold, a genius acknowledged by the Thunder Monarch Hall. At the age of twenty-eight, I have already stepped into the sixth level of the Legend Rank. That so-called Max can never compare to me. I will become stronger than him. I will kill him with my own hands." + +Without another word, Arnold took out storage pouches filled with hundreds of thousands of beast cores and began absorbing them one by one. + +The swirling energy from the cores filled the cave, causing violent fluctuations of spiritual power to radiate outward. His aura, which had been suppressed while hiding, now surged violently. + +This battle had been more than just a defeat for Arnold; it was the greatest humiliation of his life. A genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, defeated by someone still stuck at the Master Rank? He couldn’t, wouldn’t, accept it. That hatred became the fuel for his cultivation, pushing him beyond his limits. + +Whether it was his privileged background, his innate talent, or the sheer force of will born from hatred, his strength rose rapidly in that instant. The power within him boiled like a raging volcano until— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-87.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-87.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0464e47 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-87.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 87: Rune Tower" +slug: "ch-87" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 87 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max stood in front of the same portal from which he had entered the Phoenix Order guild when he first arrived at the perimeter of the guild with Master Sophia all those months ago. + +Many members of the guild were standing beside him, while others were entering the portal, disappearing into it. + +"She is late," Max sighed, noticing there was still no trace of Alice. He had notified her so early and yet she was still late making him wonder what she was up to. + +It wasn’t until a full half-hour later that he saw her running toward him. + +"What took you so long?" Max asked, complaining. + +Alice smiled as she took out a red bracelet. "I asked Mother for a protective treasure for you. It took some time," she explained. + +"Let’s go," Max said, turning toward the portal, a grin spreading across his face as a bubbling emotion surged within him. + +But Alice blocked his path. "First, take this bracelet. We don’t know when the Blade will attack you outside, so it’s better to be ready," she said solemnly. + +Max took the bracelet from her. "Alright, if you say so," he replied, putting it on. + +"Hehe, let’s go then," Alice smiled sweetly, pleased to see Max wearing the bracelet. She entered the portal and disappeared. + +Max followed her, disappearing from the perimeter of the Phoenix Order guild. + +--- + +After passing through the portal, what greeted Max was a world full of skyscrapers, neon lights, and signs. Even though it was day, the numerous skyscrapers blocked out the sun entirely. Stay connected with freewebnovel + +"This is Central City… the main city of the Core Circle in the East Region," Alice introduced. + +Max nodded, his eyes wandering around in amazement. He had read about Central City in books. It was said to be the most advanced city and the safest place in the entire East Region.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +However, very few people could enter Central City from the Inner Circle, as not everyone had access to top guilds like Max did. + +"Let me tell you a fun fact," Alice said, turning to Max with a teasing expression. + +Max caught the teasing smile and shot back, "Wait! Wait! Are you going to tease me again for revenge or something?" + +"Hahaha," Alice chuckled. "No, fool. It’s just that what I want to tell you will blow your mind." + +Max became curious. "What is it?" he asked eagerly. + +Alice smiled mysteriously, intentionally taking her time to tease Max. She kept him in suspense before saying, "The entire Central City is bigger than the entire Inner Circle combined." + +Max’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He understood how large the Inner Circle was, having lived there for years. Just traveling between districts and cities often required taking trains. + +Now, the city he stood in was even larger than the Inner Circle, which didn’t make sense to Max at all. + +"Shocked? Hehe," Alice giggled at Max’s reaction. + +Max nodded, taking a deep breath. "It is indeed a bit shocking," he said before getting to the main topic. "Let’s head to the Rune Tower." + +Alice nodded. "Let’s go. It’s within walking distance from the portal." + +Max followed beside her. + +"By the way, why the sudden interest in the Runes?" Alice asked suddenly as they walked toward the Rune Tower. + +Max turned to her, his expression turning mysterious. "It’s my secret." + +"Aaaahhhh!" Alice screamed in frustration, stomping her feet. "Just how many secrets do you have?" + +Max chuckled. "Not a lot, but every one of them will shock you—especially the last one." + +Alice sighed, her expression turning a little sad. "It doesn’t matter since you won’t tell me about these secrets at all." + +Max noticed her expression but knew better than anyone to never reveal his secrets to others. Not even to the closest person. + +"Don’t worry about them," Max said, then teased, "Do you have any secrets?" + +Alice thought for a moment. "I don’t think so," she replied. + +"I guess you’re no fun," Max shook his head in pity. + +Alice bickered, "What do you mean? Should we have some sort of secrets?" + +Max smiled. "Yeah, it’s better to have one than not have any secrets." + +Alice and Max continued bickering as they soon arrived in front of a strange tower. + +Max saw that the tower consisted of a large cube-shaped block and a massive sphere-shaped block stacked on top of each other, ten times, resulting in the tower before them. + +On the middle cube block, some words were written in a very strange symbol, glowing with bright golden light. + +Max understood the meaning of those symbols. They were called Rune Symbols, and the symbol on the cube meant "RUNE TOWER." + +Outside the Rune Tower, a large entrance was surrounded by many individuals freely going in and out of the tower. + +Max and Alice entered the Rune Tower and were immediately greeted by a young woman wearing a professional suit. "Hello, I’m Viola. How can I help you?" she asked. + +Max looked at her and asked, "We’re here to buy materials for runes. Where can we find them?" + +Viola glanced at Max, recognizing him and Alice. "Come this way, please." She politely led them through the crowded common hall to a secluded door. + +"This is where guests can buy materials for Rank 1 Runes," Viola said, pointing at the door. + +Max nodded at her, then entered the room with Alice. + +Inside, the room was elegantly decorated, filled with rune markings. Three individuals stood together talking when they entered. + +Max could tell one of them was the shopkeeper, while the other two were harder to identify, though their clothing suggested they held high statuses. + +"Alice, what are you doing here?" one of the figures, a sixteen-year-old girl with long yellow hair, ran to Alice and hugged her. + +"Lily, it’s been a while since we met," Alice smiled, looking at the yellow-haired girl. + +Max glanced at them when he suddenly felt a cold sensation wash over him. It felt as though he had become the target of a very powerful monster, whose eyes were locked on him. + +But Max knew where that sensation came from. It was from the last figure in the room. + +’Damn, this guy is intentionally pressuring me with his strength,’ Max thought, but he also knew that, for some reason, pressure from others didn’t affect him. He would feel things like a cold sensation or a glare, but not the actual pressure. + +He had noticed this strange ability of his when Master Sophia tried to teach him how to handle pressure from someone much stronger than him by getting used to her presence. + +However, Max didn’t feel her pressure at all and merely acted the entire training out. + +’If he thinks he can pressure me into fear, he’s in for a ride,’ Max sneered as he turned toward the figure in the hall, looking him straight in the eyes with a smirk on his face. + +The figure was that of an old man, his broad, towering frame radiating strength and authority. His yellow hair, streaked with touches of white, was neatly combed back, giving him an air of both dignity and resilience. He wore what appeared to be a training suit, its practical design hinting at a life dedicated to discipline and mastery. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-870.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-870.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..44e62f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-870.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 864: Arnold’s Means" +slug: "ch-870" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 870 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Bang!" + +A powerful shockwave burst from Arnold’s body as a pillar of light shot into the sky. The cave walls cracked and shattered as Arnold floated out of the ground, his black cloak flapping wildly in the violent winds of his breakthrough. He stared up at the glowing sky of the secret domain, his lips curling into a mad grin. + +"Hahaha! I’ve leveled up to the seventh level of Legend Rank!" he roared, his laughter carrying through the mountains like thunder. "Max, your death is only a matter of time now!" + +His voice echoed ominously, marking the birth of an even more dangerous enemy for Max. + +After a long moment, Arnold finally calmed his raging excitement, his breathing steadying as a cold, sinister expression formed on his pale face. + +"Max, your death is coming," he muttered, his voice dripping with venom. The humiliation he had suffered and the death of Jake had ignited a deep hatred within him, one that he would not allow to fade. + +However, Arnold was no fool. He knew his own limits and clearly understood that if Jake, who possessed equal strength to him, had died by Max’s hand, then rushing in alone would only lead to the same fate. He needed overwhelming force to ensure Max’s death. For that reason, he decided to contact several of his senior brothers within the Thunder Monarch Hall, geniuses far stronger than him, and bring them to hunt Max down. + +Furthermore, Arnold spread word throughout the Secret Domain, publicly declaring that anyone who could kill Max would be heavily rewarded by the Thunder Monarch Hall. It was an enticing offer—enough to make even those who had no personal enmity with Max consider taking up the task. + +In just three short days, Max’s name had spread like wildfire. From the outer regions of the Secret Domain to its dangerous inner areas, everyone was talking about the young man who had dared to kill Jake and humiliate Arnold. + +For some, Max had become a target worth hunting, not because of personal grudges, but for the promise of wealth and favor from one of the Middle Domain’s most influential halls. + +"Puff, puff, puff!" + +On a lonely hill, three young men fell to the ground, lifeless, their throats slit with surgical precision. Blood sprayed out, staining the grassy hilltop in dark crimson. Standing among their corpses was Max, the Blue Dragon Sword still dripping blood, his eyes cold and expression grim. + +He didn’t feel even the slightest satisfaction from killing these men. His gaze was dark and his face expressionless as he muttered under his breath, "Arnold... it seems I underestimated you." + +These were not random attackers. They were bounty seekers—three in one day, the third group he had been forced to kill since Arnold’s bounty declaration. When Max had first heard of Arnold’s actions, he had been furious, but now, though he was calmer, the rage still smoldered inside him. Arnold had not only escaped, but had also turned the entire Secret Domain against him. + +Max’s killing intent surged briefly before subsiding. He knew it would be much harder to kill Arnold now, not because Arnold himself was strong, but because the bounty had changed everything. Killing Arnold in this environment would take careful planning. + +With a deep breath, Max pulled out the map he had obtained from the elders before entering this Secret Domain. He had already searched two locations marked as potential treasure sites after killing Jake, but both had proven fruitless. Not a single rare herb, treasure, or even a hint of spiritual resources worth the effort. + +His eyes shifted to the next nearest location. "Hidden Sound Valley?" Max murmured as he studied the map carefully. According to annotations on the map, it might hold a rare herb he needed—Soul-Nourishing Grass. + +The Soul-Nourishing Grass was a yin-attributed spiritual herb, rare and highly valuable because of its unique property of nourishing and stabilizing the soul. It only grew in areas where yin energy was strong and abundant. And if the map was accurate, Hidden Sound Valley was known precisely for its strange, yin-rich environment. + +Max closed the map and looked off into the distance, his expression solemn but resolute. "Hidden Sound Valley it is," he muttered before disappearing into the horizon like a phantom, determined to strengthen himself further before settling his grudge with Arnold. + +Max wasted no time after checking the map and immediately headed toward Hidden Sound Valley, his steps swift and determined. The little rat remained inside the Dimension of Spirit, still recovering from the injuries it had sustained during the battle with Raul. Max didn’t want to risk its life again until it was fully healed. + +Hidden Sound Valley was situated in a rugged region, acting as a borderland between the outer zone and the inner region of the Secret Domain. From a distance, the valley itself looked like the mouth of some ancient beast, gaping open and exhaling streams of black gas that twisted into the air like writhing serpents. + +A faintly sinister wind swept from within, carrying with it an unnatural chill that made even the rocks feel cold to the touch. The entire sky above this area appeared gray and bleak, as if sunlight itself refused to fall upon it. + +Around the rocky outskirts of the valley, various lesser monsters prowled freely. Snakes slithered across jagged boulders, their scales glinting with a faint poisonous sheen. Scorpions crawled out of dark cracks, clicking their pincers in agitation. + +Though none of these creatures had reached the Master Rank, they still carried the aura of dark mana, making the atmosphere unsettling. Their hissing and clicking sounds merged with the sighing of the cold wind, creating a symphony of eerie noise befitting the name Hidden Sound Valley.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Just then, the sound of rushing wind echoed through the area. "Swish, swish, swish..." The gray mist near the entrance rippled violently, split as if by an invisible blade, and three figures emerged from the haze. + +The first was a man of imposing stature dressed in a black robe, his long black hair falling freely down his back. His skin, pale to the point of resembling fresh snow, gave him a cold, corpse-like beauty, and his expressionless face made him appear even more detached and ominous. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-871.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-871.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aed151f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-871.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 865: Hidden Sound Valley" +slug: "ch-871" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 871 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1015 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Behind him walked another man, thin and wiry, his sharp eyes constantly scanning his surroundings like a hawk looking for prey. + +However, leading them was a woman who immediately commanded attention. She had a tall, curvaceous figure, and her bright red dress wrapped tightly around her body, accentuating her plump curves and hourglass waist. Her skin was smooth and fair, her lips vividly red like burning embers, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and charm, carrying a strange allure that was difficult to ignore. + +Yet her choice of footwear—a pair of crimson shoes that seemed almost ceremonial—was strangely out of place, giving her an even more mysterious presence. + +She came to a halt at the mouth of the valley, her gaze sweeping over the dark entrance with eyes like still water. Her voice, calm yet faintly melodious, carried a trace of commanding authority, "Jamie, are you sure there is a Human-Faced Scorpion in this Hidden Sound Valley?" + +The thin young man, Jamie, was the first to answer, his posture straight and tone respectful as if afraid of offending the woman before him. + +Facing Senior Sister Nell, whose red skirt swayed lightly in the cold wind, he spoke with cautious deference, "Senior Sister Nell, please be assured. This information is absolutely true. Elder James himself confirmed it. There is indeed a Human-Faced Scorpion in this Hidden Sound Valley." + +His eyes then darted toward the black-robed youth beside him, seeking confirmation, and he added quickly, "Right, Junior Brother Kole?" + +The black-robed young man, Kole, stiffened slightly at the mention of Nell’s name, showing clear signs of nervousness. Despite his pale, almost emotionless face, there was no hiding his unease before her. He bowed slightly and responded in a careful voice, "Senior Sister Nell, Jamie speaks the truth. Elder James personally said that within this vast Secret Domain, this Hidden Sound Valley is the only known habitat of the Human-Faced Scorpions." + +He hesitated briefly, as if choosing his next words carefully, then continued, "But Elder James also warned us that the Hidden Sound Valley is filled with these poisonous beasts, and among them, there might even be Human-Faced Scorpions at the seventh, eighth... or even ninth level of the Legend Rank." + +"A Human-Faced Scorpion of the ninth level of Legend Rank?" Nell’s slender brows arched slightly, her bright red lips parting as she spoke, her tone calm but thoughtful. For a fleeting moment, the strange allure in her eyes was replaced with a trace of wariness. Yet it lasted only a breath before confidence returned to her expression. "If such a creature really exists among them, then it will be troublesome to deal with. However... we may still have a chance." + +Jamie immediately smiled in a sycophantic manner, his eyes flashing with both admiration and nervousness. "Yes, yes, Senior Sister Nell is not only stunningly beautiful but also possesses profound martial prowess. Even a Human-Faced Scorpion in the late Legend Rank would surely be nothing before you." His words, overly flattering, drew an exasperated look from Nell, who rolled her eyes with a mixture of impatience and amusement. + +She waved a hand dismissively and said, her voice carrying a subtle authority, "Enough of your nonsense. The Human-Faced Scorpion is a rare mutant of the scorpion beast race. According to ancient records, a fully matured one could rival a Mythic Rank expert. That’s why it is considered one of the rarest and most terrifying venomous creatures, and why it has been deemed extinct in the outside world." + +Her gaze swept over Jamie and Kole, her tone sharpening slightly, "If what Elder James said is true and the Human-Faced Scorpion truly exists here, then we must be cautious. But this is also an opportunity. If we manage to capture or subdue one of these scorpions, it will serve as a great asset for us, and with it, we could secure a solid place within the Void Soul Tower." + +Both Jamie and Kole nodded earnestly at her words, their eyes brightening with ambition. For experts like them, a beast of such rarity and power wasn’t just a trophy—it was a stepping stone to prestige and influence within one of the greatest powers in the domain. + +From a distance, hidden in the gray mist, Max quietly observed the trio, their voices faint but clear to his enhanced senses. His expression remained calm, but inwardly, his thoughts stirred. ’A ninth-level Legend Rank Human-Faced Scorpion?’ Such a creature would be dangerous even for him, but the rewards... the rewards could be unimaginable. + +The thin young man quickly nodded, his tone flattering and submissive as he said, "Senior Sister Nell is right. We will all listen to you, isn’t that so, Junior Brother Kole?" He smiled nervously, trying to keep up with Nell’s pace of confidence and authority. + +The black-robed young man, Kole, responded with a single word but with conviction, "Yes." His expression remained calm, yet his eyes gleamed faintly with ambition. + +Nell gave an approving nod, her eyes lingering briefly on Kole before speaking again, "Junior Brother Kole, you are the most outstanding disciple the Void Soul Tower has seen in a hundred years. If you can capture a Human-Faced Scorpion, your strength and influence will soar, and your future prospects will be limitless." Her voice was smooth, yet it carried an edge of command, one that promised reward but demanded effort. + +Kole bowed his head slightly, suppressing the excitement that flashed in his otherwise calm face. "Thank you for your compliment, Senior Sister Nell. If I truly manage to obtain the Human-Faced Scorpion, I will surely offer my gratitude to you, Senior Sister." His tone was humble, but his clenched fists betrayed the fire of ambition within him. + +Nell didn’t say more. She simply nodded again and turned toward the valley entrance. "Let’s go." + +With those words, she stepped into the Hidden Sound Valley, her red skirt and graceful figure disappearing into the dense, swirling black air. Kole and Jamie, the thin young man, quickly followed behind her, their silhouettes swallowed by the heavy yin mist until they vanished entirely from sight. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-872.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-872.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cbfd84c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-872.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 866: Soul Nourishing Herb" +slug: "ch-872" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 872 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +For a short while, silence returned to the valley mouth, but soon after, the soft crunch of heavy footsteps broke the stillness. A monk appeared from the thick fog, his figure bloated and round, with a belly that strained against his robes. + +Despite his unremarkable appearance, his eyes gleamed sharply, their brilliance contrasting his seemingly clumsy demeanor. He paused, scanned the valley entrance with a calculating look, then stepped into the Hidden Sound Valley, vanishing just as the trio had before him. + +A cup of tea’s time later, another figure approached the valley, moving with a deliberate and unhurried pace. This figure was tall, with long hair tied casually behind him, and a distinct sharpness to his presence that made him look different from any ordinary traveler. His temperament was calm yet unrestrained, exuding a subtle dominance. This was none other than Max. + +Max stood at the edge of the rocky area blanketed in yin energy. His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the valley entrance, his expression solemn. The yin aura here was unusually dense—thicker than most places he had encountered in the secret domain. + +If the aura was already this oppressive outside, then the yin energy within the valley would undoubtedly be even heavier, likely capable of nurturing some highly dangerous and evil creatures. + +However, rather than fear, a spark of determination lit up Max’s eyes. This environment, hostile as it was, was also exactly what he needed. The Soul-Nourishing Grass he sought thrived only in places steeped with extreme yin energy. + +Its unique properties could strengthen and stabilize the soul, and paired with the other soul treasures he had acquired in this secret domain, it could very well push his soul to the Blue Soul stage. That kind of breakthrough was crucial for his future cultivation, both in combat and comprehension. + +Max tightened his grip on his Blue Dragon Sword and exhaled softly, muttering to himself, "With soul-nourishing grass, my soul strength can truly advance. I can’t afford to waste this opportunity." His steps grew firm, his silhouette soon vanishing into the eerie black mists of the Hidden Sound Valley. + +As Max ventured deeper into the Hidden Sound Valley, just as he had expected, the yin energy became overwhelmingly dense, far stronger than the oppressive chill outside. It was suffocating, clinging to the skin like cold mist and seeping into the bones. + +Max estimated that the yin concentration here was at least twice as heavy as what blanketed the valley mouth, proof that this was indeed a perfect place for sinister and rare treasures to thrive. The space within the valley also surprised him—its underground caverns stretched far and wide, rivaling the scale of the infamous Mourning Depths. + +The ground beneath his feet was jagged and uneven, covered with loose black rocks that seemed to absorb sound. Everywhere he looked, life crawled and slithered—venomous snakes with slick, glossy scales, scorpions with glinting pincers and stingers raised high, and thick-bodied centipedes coiling over the stones like streams of living shadows. + +Their presence, combined with the stale, icy air, made the entire place feel like a graveyard for the living. Even with his Three Dimensional Body, Max’s spiritual perception was stifled and distorted by the oppressive yin aura, preventing him from detecting anything beyond a short distance. + +Seeing no other option, he decided to wake up the Treasure Seeking Rat. The little fellow had almost fully recovered from its injuries after being treated by Max, but it was clearly displeased at being disturbed so soon. It let out a disgruntled squeak and even bared its tiny teeth at him, its small eyes glaring with indignation.𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 + +Max, however, only chuckled softly, his hand already pulling out a glimmering beast core of Legend Rank. The moment the Treasure Seeking Rat saw it, all its irritation vanished. Its eyes lit up brightly, and it quickly snatched the beast core, chewing it down greedily as it hopped forward to lead the way. + +Max shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. ’Foodie creatures like this were always the same—unhappy until bribed with something tasty.’ + +The path ahead was complicated, twisting into dozens of forked tunnels of varying sizes, each exhaling thick waves of yin qi like the breath of a sleeping beast. Searching blindly for the Soul-Nourishing Grass in such a labyrinth would have been near impossible, even for someone like Max. Fortunately, with the Treasure Seeking Rat’s innate ability to sense treasures, they quickly locked onto the right direction and advanced without hesitation. + +However, as they moved deeper, Max suddenly noticed something that made his brow furrow—fresh corpses of snakes and scorpions scattered along the rocky path. Their bodies were still warm, blood pooling beneath them, indicating they had been killed very recently. + +Max crouched and examined one of the corpses, his expression darkening. ’Someone has already been through here...’ + +Though he did not fear most experts in the Secret Domain, he still remained cautious. Experts in the high levels of the Legend Rank were present here, and underestimating them could prove fatal. Ambushes and surprise attacks were common in places like this, and Max had no intention of becoming anyone’s prey. + +Keeping a tighter grip on his Blue Dragon Sword, he continued forward, senses stretched to the limit. + +Then, suddenly, his Three Dimensional Body caught the faint flicker of movement—a figure darting across a cave passage to his right. Max immediately turned to focus and caught a brief glimpse of robes fluttering in the cold wind. His eyes narrowed in shock. ’That’s a monk from the Bright Buddha Palace...?’ + +The sight baffled him. Bright Buddha Palace experts rarely ventured into sinister places steeped in yin energy. Their cultivation path leaned towards purity and harmony, the exact opposite of a deadly, eerie valley like this. What could a monk possibly be looking for here? + +Yet, before Max could make sense of it, the figure was gone. One moment there, the next dissolved into the gray-black mist like an illusion. + +Max stood still for a moment, expression grim, before muttering under his breath, "Looks like this valley has more secrets than I thought..." and continued forward with even greater caution. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-873.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-873.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ef3ccd5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-873.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 867: Meeting a Dead Man" +slug: "ch-873" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 873 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1021 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Although Max’s curiosity about the monk lingered, he quickly suppressed it. The Treasure Seeking Rat had already chosen its direction, and that direction did not align with the path the monk had taken. + +Right now, the soul-nourishing grass was far more important than solving mysteries. With determination in his eyes, Max tightened his grip on the Blue Dragon Sword and followed behind the small rat as it scurried deeper into the valley. + +As he moved further in, Max noticed the yin energy thickening noticeably. The cold air bit into his bones, and even with his strengthened physique and vital essence shield, he could feel a faint chill sinking into his marrow. + +It was exactly the kind of environment where rare yin-based treasures like the soul-nourishing grass would thrive, but it was also the kind of environment where dangerous creatures lurked. + +Then, something unusual caught his eye. "What is that?" Max muttered as he stopped. Just ahead, sprawled across the rocky path, was the corpse of a spider. Its body was covered in blood, legs twisted at odd angles, but what made Max freeze was its face—its cephalothorax bore a distinctly humanoid visage. + +Max walked closer and inspected it carefully. "A human-faced spider?" he muttered under his breath, recognition flashing across his eyes. + +This was no ordinary spider. Human-faced spiders were terrifying mutated monsters, born from the essence of Yin energy itself. They were extremely deadly, agile, and could inject their prey with paralytic venom in a blink. + +What made them even more dangerous was their nature—they were social monsters, living in colonies and attacking in swarms. If there was one, it meant there were more nearby, possibly dozens, even hundreds. + +Max’s expression hardened, his body instinctively tensing. If human-faced spiders were here, it meant a major battle had already taken place, and by the look of this one’s injuries, it hadn’t been dead long. That meant someone was ahead of him.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +But who? Which faction? Max didn’t care too much. Whether friend or foe, none of it mattered compared to acquiring the soul-nourishing grass. + +However, he became even more cautious. He drew his Blue Dragon Sword fully into his grasp, vital essence surging around his body as a protective shield. Each step forward was slow and calculated, his Three Dimensional Body sweeping every corner within range for potential ambushes. + +Soon, the cave began to widen significantly, turning into a vast underground chamber. The pungent smell of blood was overwhelming now, carried on the cold wind, and there were more corpses littered across the ground—human-faced spiders everywhere, their distorted faces twisted in death. Blood pooled among the jagged rocks, painting the cavern floor in a grotesque, glistening red. + +Max’s eyes sharpened, his guard rising further. Whoever had come before him wasn’t weak; taking down so many human-faced spiders would have required significant strength. + +Then, a voice floated softly through the chilling air, carried from deeper within the cavern. It was calm yet filled with urgency, distinctly female: "Brother Jamie, Brother Kole, quickly restrain this Human-Faced Spider King. I’ll collect these dozen human-faced spider eggs." + +Max’s heart stirred. A Spider King? That meant whoever these people were, they were facing one of the deadliest spider variants alive—and winning. + +Another voice rang out almost immediately, hurried and respectful: "Senior Sister Nell, there are also two soul-nourishing herbs here!" + +Max’s eyes widened in surprise. Soul-nourishing grass? Just hearing the name caused his pulse to quicken. That was exactly what he had come here for. + +From deeper in the cavern, a charming yet steady female voice replied: "Don’t worry, Senior Sister, how could I forget? Although these soul-nourishing grasses are not fully matured, even in this state they are incredibly rare and could fetch at least twenty million PQs if sold." + +Hearing this exchange, Max’s heart leapt. ’Two soul-nourishing grasses and spider eggs worth fortunes... this trip just became even more rewarding.’ + +His lips curved into a faint smile, and he lowered his body slightly, moving swiftly but silently towards the source of the voices. His footsteps made no sound as he hugged the walls, his figure vanishing like a shadow in the cold, dark air. + +After walking deeper into the valley, Max finally arrived at a vast underground cavern, a space so immense that its ceiling and walls faded into the shadows. What caught his attention first was the flickering brilliance of mana lights—blue, red, and purple—clashing violently with the thick yin energy that permeated the cave. + +These opposing forces created chaotic waves of energy that lit up the cavern like an eerie storm, making every jagged rock and twisted formation glow faintly. + +On the left side of the cave, a terrifying sight awaited him. An enormous human-faced spider—its chitinous body black and shiny like polished obsidian, its humanoid face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage and agony—struggled violently as it was bound tightly by a giant scarlet python. + +The snake’s scales glimmered like molten metal under the glow, its muscular body wrapped around the spider’s limbs and abdomen, constricting tighter with every thrash of the spider. The spider shrieked in fury, its deep, soulless eyes reflecting pure hatred, but its movements were growing sluggish under the crushing coils. + +Two young men stood nearby, their bodies tense as they repeatedly cast spells and martial techniques against the bound spider. Mana surged from their weapons—one wielded a long spear wrapped in blue lightning, the other a sword radiating purple flame. Each strike landed on the spider’s vulnerable joints and head, sending sparks and ichor flying. + +Max froze in place for a moment, but not because of the human-faced spider or the terrifying python restraining it. His eyes locked onto one of the two young men, and his mind went blank. + +"Kevin?" Max’s thoughts trembled. His heart skipped a beat, and his breath caught in his throat. "How is this possible? How can he still be alive?" + +He remembered it vividly—the gray shadow that had invaded Kevin’s body back in the Ice Valley. He remembered Kevin screaming in agony, his skin turning silver-gray as blood was drained from his body, and then his lifeless frame collapsing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-874.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-874.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd71e0f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-874.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 868: Max takes action" +slug: "ch-874" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 874 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max had left, convinced beyond doubt that Kevin was dead, consumed by that strange entity. And yet... here he was, standing tall and alive, his expression calm, his power seemingly more refined than before. + +Max’s face darkened slightly as his wariness spiked. "Did something happen afterward? Did that gray shadow somehow keep him alive or... is this even the same Kevin?" The thought sent a chill down his spine. He clenched his fists unconsciously, because whatever the reason, Kevin’s presence here could not be a coincidence. + +Forcing his focus away from the unsettling figure, Max shifted his attention to the right side of the cave, where the yin energy surged like a living tide. There, a striking woman in a crimson dress stood, her body tall and sculpted, curves as pronounced as her presence. + +It was Senior Sister Nell, unmistakably elegant yet lethally dangerous. Her long crimson whip lashed through the air like a living serpent, bursting with fiery sparks each time it struck. + +She was surrounded by several smaller human-faced spiders, each one terrifying in its own right and possessing the strength of the 2nd or 3rd level of Legend Rank. They lunged at her from every angle, their spindly legs slicing through the air, their venomous fangs glinting in the mana light. + +Yet Nell’s expression remained calm, almost cold, as she twisted her whip with flawless control, forcing the spiders back with every strike. Each crack of the whip split the air and smashed into the spiders’ limbs, leaving black ichor splattering against the rocks. + +Max’s gaze followed her movement toward the back of the cave. There, nestled in a hollow stone pit, lay a dozen black, fist-sized eggs. They pulsed faintly, glowing with an ominous sheen, exuding a chilling aura that only pure yin energy could produce. A faint thread of spiritual power emanated from them, whispering of life yet to be born. + +*"The eggs of the Human-Faced Spider King..." *Max thought, eyes narrowing slightly. These were treasures in their own right, each potentially worth fortunes on the black market or a great advantage to anyone daring enough to nurture one. + +Between Kevin, who should have been dead, Nell, who was formidable in her own right, and the Spider King restrained by that monstrous python, the entire cavern had become a battlefield of terrifying stakes. Max’s grip on the Blue Dragon Sword tightened unconsciously as his mind raced. "This just got a lot more complicated." + +"Swish." + +Senior Sister Nell’s delicate hand swept gracefully through the air, her crimson whip coiling back to her side as she reached out toward the stone pit. With a flick of her fingers, she stored away the dozen human-faced spider eggs into her storage ring, their black sheen vanishing in an instant. Her movements were calm and elegant, yet every shift of her body exuded deadly confidence, the type only those accustomed to life-and-death battles carried. + +Then her eyes fell upon the rock wall beside the pit, and there her lips curved faintly. Growing from a crack in the dark, moist stone were two small spiritual herbs—black and glossy like obsidian, faintly shimmering with an unnatural luster. A subtle aura of pure Yin energy emanated from them, so dense that it caused the surrounding air to frost faintly. + +"Soul-Nourishing Grass..." + +Even from the shadows, Max’s eyes widened as a surge of joy erupted in his chest. His pulse quickened, and an almost primal heat flashed in his eyes. He had come to the Hidden Sound Valley for this exact herb, and now it lay only a few feet away. He could already feel his soul tremble at the thought of refining it, his progress toward the Blue Soul realm becoming all but certain. + +But then, his joy abruptly twisted into alarm. Senior Sister Nell, the woman from the Void Soul Tower, had stepped closer, her hand lifting toward the precious herbs as if they were already hers. Max’s jaw clenched, and his grip on the Blue Dragon Sword tightened until his knuckles whitened. ’No... those herbs are mine.’ + +Without hesitation, Max acted. + +"Buzz—!" + +A sharp, high-pitched sword whistle reverberated through the cave, vibrating against the rocky walls like the roar of an ancient beast. + +The Blue Dragon Sword in Max’s hands erupted with power, flames and sword intent interweaving as it transformed into a massive sword shadow as thick as a water bucket. In the next breath, it surged forward like a violent dragon descending from the heavens, its edge aimed directly at Senior Sister Nell’s exposed back. + +"Who?!" + +The strike’s suddenness drew an instant reaction. Senior Sister Nell’s body twisted gracefully, her chest heaving from the abrupt movement, the whip at her side twitching like a coiled viper about to strike. Her eyes—bright, watery, and carrying a dangerous allure—swept toward the source of the attack, her brow furrowing in irritation. + +Yet when her gaze landed fully on Max, her pupils narrowed slightly in shock. She had expected a powerhouse—perhaps a 3rd or even 4th level Legend Rank expert—someone fitting of the boldness it took to attack her. But instead, what stood before her was a young man at only the peak of Master Rank. + +For a split second, disbelief flashed across her beautiful features, quickly replaced by a disdainful, almost mocking expression. ’A peak Master Rank ant... dares to sneak attack me?’ + +However, as she focused on Max’s face, her expression froze again. Recognition dawned, and a cold, killing intent flashed in her eyes. + +"Max...?" + +That name carried weight, even among the Void Soul Tower’s elites. The elders and even the Tower Lord himself had personally ordered the geniuses participating in the secret domain to kill him on sight, no matter the cost. He wasn’t merely a target—he was an opportunity to earn supreme merit.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Her expression shifted from mild annoyance to pure hostility in an instant, her soft red lips curling upward in a dangerous smile. "So, you’re the one they warned us about." + +Max’s eyes, however, were locked solely on the two Soul-Nourishing Grass herbs behind her, his expression cold and resolute. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-875.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-875.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b6625c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-875.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 869: A Chaos" +slug: "ch-875" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 875 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Senior Sister Nell’s eyes flickered with genuine surprise when she felt the power behind Max’s strike. That sword shadow carried a fully formed level 2 sword concept, something she did not expect from someone who was only at the peak of Master Rank. + +Her whip, a legend-rank weapon, flashed into her hand with a sharp crack of energy as she instinctively lashed out to block the descending blade. + +Bang! + +The collision shook the cave, sparks of sword intent and whip shadows exploding outward like clashing storms. Despite successfully blocking the attack, the sheer force behind Max’s sword strike sent Nell flying backward. + +Her slender frame smashed into a rock wall, her feet grinding across the stone before she finally came to a stop. Her beautiful face turned cold and dark, her eyes narrowing with undisguised killing intent. + +The black-robed young man, who had been helping restrain the Human-Faced Spider King, was momentarily stunned at what he saw. Then, as if remembering something critical, his expression hardened, and he shouted in a voice filled with excitement and malice: "Senior Sister Nell, that’s him—he’s Max! If we kill him, Arnold promised us an 8th-tier rune as a reward!" + +"What?!" Nell’s eyes widened slightly before an eager smile tugged at her red lips. The thin young man at her side also froze, then glanced at Max with pure greed in his gaze. + +Until this moment, they couldn’t understand why Arnold, a powerhouse at the 6th level of Legend Rank, had been forced into a desperate battle and severely injured because of this one person. How could someone at peak Master Rank cause such chaos? But now, after witnessing Max’s attack with their own eyes, their doubts evaporated. + +This was no ordinary expert—Max was dangerous. + +Yet, instead of fear, their hearts brimmed with excitement. A free 8th-tier rune. Even top geniuses of various forces would kill for such a reward. + +But before they could take action, the atmosphere in the cave shifted violently. + +"Bang!!!" + +A deafening roar echoed as a massive wave of black-and-red light erupted. The Human-Faced Spider King, its massive body radiating violent yin energy, shattered the binding force of the giant scarlet python. Its sharp, metallic claws slashed through the air, tearing apart spiritual light barriers like paper. + +With a shrill screech that rattled bones, it lunged at blinding speed straight toward Nell. + +"No—stop it, quickly!" Nell’s voice lost all its seductive calm and became sharp with urgency. Her eyes trembled slightly, for even she knew how deadly a Human-Faced Spider King at the 8th level of Legend Rank could be. + +Kevin, standing behind her, paled instantly. He and the thin young man both tried to raise their weapons, but compared to the speed and power of the raging Spider King, their attacks were like pebbles thrown at a mountain. + +"Too fast!" Nell’s expression changed drastically as the beast’s shadow loomed over her. + +She hurriedly summoned the scarlet python again, driving it forward to intercept the Spider King. The python roared, its body surging with blood-red energy, twisting like a giant whip as it tried to block the monstrous spider. + +But the Spider King, now in a frenzy, was far too fast. Its movements blurred, and in one terrifying lunge, it bypassed the python entirely, closing in on Nell with a murderous hiss. + +For a split second, time seemed to freeze as the entire cave trembled under the combined fury of beast and experts. Max, watching from a short distance, felt a strange chill creep up his spine. The battlefield was descending into chaos, and all he could think was—the Soul-Nourishing Grass was still there, untouched. + +It was because the woman surnamed Nell took the eggs laid by the human-faced spider king that he became furious. He rushed over desperately, raising a wave of black light that shook the entire underground cave. + +"Damn it!" + +Senior Sister Nell from the Void Soul Tower grit her teeth in frustration. She could feel the pressure from the Human-Faced Spider King closing in on her, its eight legs striking the ground like hammers as its venomous fangs gleamed with deadly light. + +Desperation flickered across her beautiful face as she urged the scarlet python forward, its massive body coiling with crimson energy, and lashed her long whip through the air. The whip cracked like thunder as she struck at the monstrous spider, trying to buy herself even a sliver of breathing space. + +But in the back of her mind, one thought burned hotter than even the spider’s rage—Max. That hateful ant from the peak of Master Rank, who had somehow caused Arnold so much trouble, was still there. And even more dangerous than his presence was the Soul-Nourishing Grass growing quietly at the stone wall. + +Her eyes narrowed sharply as she shouted over the chaos, her voice cutting through the clash of beast and whip: "Kevin, Jamie! Hurry up and pick the Soul-Nourishing Grass!" + +Kevin and the other disciple were momentarily stunned, having focused on helping Nell restrain the Spider King, but as soon as her words registered, their eyes lit up with greed. "Oh—right!" Kevin barked, immediately dragging the thin young man, Jamie, toward the rare treasure glowing faintly in the darkness. + +But then— + +"Boom! Boom!" + +A deafening explosion split the cave as golden light blazed above their heads. From the void, a giant golden sword materialized, descending like an ancient judgment meant to sever heaven and earth. Its oppressive aura pinned everything under its shadow, shaking the very walls of the cavern. + +"Not good!" Kevin’s eyes widened, his instincts screaming danger. + +From beneath the golden sword, Max’s figure leaped upward like a streak of light, the Blue Dragon Sword gripped firmly in his hands. His face was expressionless, cold as stone, but his eyes blazed with killing intent. He roared, his voice echoing through the cave, "Crimson Burial Sword Art!" + +His sword erupted with black flames, coiling like sinister dragons, while the level 2 sword concept and level 2 flame concept intertwined perfectly. The sheer heat warped the air, and the ferocious sword intent crushed everything in its path as Max slashed forward. This one strike wasn’t meant to scare them—it was meant to kill. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-876.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-876.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a8626e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-876.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 870: Human faced spider" +slug: "ch-876" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 876 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kevin’s pupils shrank. He had personally tasted Max’s strength before and knew how terrifying that black flaming sword could be. Without hesitation, he barked to the thin young man beside him, "Jamie! Stop him! I’ll grab the Soul-Nourishing Grass!" + +Jamie’s eyes flickered with hesitation. He had seen Max fight and knew he wasn’t simple, but pride clouded his judgment. A peak Master Rank? Against a 3rd level Legend Rank like him? Impossible that he could lose. "Go! I’ll handle him!" Jamie shouted, bracing himself as he lunged toward Max, weapon raised high. + +The instant he clashed with Max, Jamie felt it—a strange, devouring force embedded within the flaming slash, sapping his strength, dulling his techniques, slowing his movements as though his limbs had been shackled. His eyes widened in sudden fear. + +"Not good—!" he barely had time to mutter. + +Max’s strike came crashing down like a mountain. The Blue Dragon Sword ripped through Jamie’s defenses with brutal ease, black flames biting into his body as pain tore through him. His scream echoed in the cave as blood spurted from his lips and he was blasted backward like a ragdoll. + +Before he even touched the ground, fate struck again—the colossal golden sword above finally descended with a deafening roar, smashing into his chest with an impact that made the cave quake. His internal organs twisted painfully from the blow, another mouthful of blood spraying into the air as his body flew back, spinning uncontrollably before slamming into the stone wall like a broken doll. + +Jamie’s eyes rolled back, his body twitching as he gasped for breath, his expression locked between shock and disbelief. One clash. That was all it took for Max to crush him. + +"Jamie!?" + +The shrill cry ripped out of Senior Sister Nell’s throat as her eyes darted toward the broken, bloodied body of the thin young man who had been struck down by Max moments earlier. Rage and disbelief surged within her, but she couldn’t take a step toward Max because the Human-Faced Spider King—its eyes blazing with savage fury after seeing its eggs stolen—came at her like a living nightmare. + +The beast’s eight remaining legs slammed into the ground, shattering stone and sending debris flying as its venomous fangs snapped inches from her face. Even with her Red Python wrapping itself around the monstrous spider and trying to restrain it, she found herself locked into a deadly battle, unable to escape. + +Kevin, on the other hand, wasn’t as surprised by Jamie’s fall. He had experienced firsthand how terrifying Max’s sword could be and knew this outcome wasn’t impossible. + +But still, watching one of his own people fall so quickly put a grim, icy edge to his expression. His hands clenched into fists, and veins bulged across his temples as hatred burned hotter than ever. + +Before Kevin could react further, Max was already on him again. The Blue Dragon Sword in Max’s hand glowed ominously, black flames twisting around it, and the killing intent radiating from him was like a suffocating storm rolling in from the abyss. + +"Damn it!" Kevin roared, his face twisting into something feral and savage. His arms crossed tightly before his chest, and from his body surged a blinding black light. Dark runes spun in the air and knitted together into a massive black seal that seemed to drag the surrounding yin energy into itself, forming a blast of suffocating power. + +The seal shot forward with a force that made the air hum and collapse in its wake, its violent aura sending waves across the cavern. + +Max’s eyes narrowed at the sheer intensity of the energy. He could feel it even before impact—it was heavier, sharper, and far deadlier than before. His pupils shrank slightly as he murmured under his breath, "Seventh level...? He’s at the seventh level of Legend Rank now?" + +For a split second, shock rippled through Max’s chest. Kevin had not only survived the gray shadow incident that should have ended him but had also advanced two entire levels. That kind of leap didn’t happen by luck alone—he must have stumbled upon an opportunity, a fortuitous encounter that pushed his strength higher. + +From a distance, Nell noticed this change too, and a wild grin split her lips even as she danced around the strikes of the Human-Faced Spider King. "Junior Brother Kevin, you’ve advanced to the seventh level of Legend Rank? Excellent! Hold him there, stall Max! I’ll kill this Human-Faced Spider King and then deal with him together!" + +Kevin’s face tightened into a grin at those words. A plan, a chance to kill Max, and now Senior Sister Nell backing him—it was enough to ignite hope in his heart. He straightened his posture, his black seal pulsing with even greater ferocity as he prepared to clash head-on with Max.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +Max’s face, however, darkened. His grip on the Blue Dragon Sword tightened until the leather hilt creaked, and black flames surged up like the wings of a demonic dragon. His instincts screamed that this fight was spiraling into something he didn’t want dragged out. He was about to activate Magic Sword Excalibur, summon the massive golden sword again, and end Kevin in one strike when— + +"BANG!" + +The deafening crack of breaking bone echoed through the cavern. Max, Kevin, and Nell all froze for a fraction of a second as their eyes darted toward the source. + +The Human-Faced Spider King, in a frenzy, had snapped three of its own legs, tearing itself apart to escape the coils of the Red Python. Black blood sprayed through the air, hissing as it struck stone, and with an ear-splitting screech, the beast lunged forward in a bloody mist. Its eight remaining eyes burned with hatred and madness as it hurtled directly toward Senior Sister Nell. + +Her expression, moments ago full of pride and confidence, turned to one of utter shock and fear. She had expected the Human-Faced Spider King to continue its desperate defensive struggle, but instead, it had sacrificed part of its body to go on an all-out offensive—and she was its target. + +The entire battlefield shifted in an instant. The Red Python hissed in confusion, Kevin froze for a breath, and even Max blinked, momentarily thrown off. The Spider King’s murderous intent flooded the cavern, cold and primal, as if the cave itself was about to collapse from its rage. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-877.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-877.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..343994b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-877.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 871: Kill" +slug: "ch-877" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 877 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1081 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +It turned out that although the Human-Faced Spider King had not transformed into a humanoid form like some higher-tier beasts, its intelligence was terrifyingly high. It clearly understood that it could not defend both itself and its eggs at the same time, and thus, like a warrior burning their life essence for one final strike, it sacrificed its own body to unleash its peak power. + +The moment it erupted, its strength surged beyond its normal limits, a terrifying spike of raw power flooding the cavern. The blood mist surrounding its body twisted and condensed into a crimson aura that shook the surrounding yin energy. In the blink of an eye, its eight remaining legs stabbed forward like sharpened spears. + +The Red Python, which had previously been restraining it, was the first to suffer the consequences. With a single swipe of its bladed limbs, the Human-Faced Spider King severed the python cleanly at its seven-inch vital spot. + +Slash! + +The sound was wet and horrifying as the python’s body was cleaved neatly in two, blood spraying like a red fountain and splattering across the rocky cave walls. The python wailed twice in agony before its broken halves crashed lifelessly to the ground. + +But the Spider King didn’t pause for even half a breath. It twisted its mutilated body, spinning within the bloody mist like a nightmare given flesh, and lunged directly at Senior Sister Nell. + +The hot-bodied woman had never imagined the Spider King would make such a desperate and suicidal move. Her confident expression shattered in an instant, replaced with raw fear as her pretty face drained of color. She staggered backward hurriedly, her crimson whip lashing defensively, yet her movements betrayed panic. + +Even Kevin froze for a moment. His pulse spiked at the display of power, his face twisting slightly as he glanced at Nell being forced back. But when he saw Max, his eyes hardened with killing intent. With a growl, he pivoted and rushed straight toward the Soul-Nourishing Grass. + +"You dare?!" Max’s cold voice echoed like thunder across the cave. + +His left hand whipped upward, and the Blue Dragon Sword spun from his grip like a streak of blackened lightning, overflowing with his level 2 sword concept combined with level 2 flame concept. + +"Shua!" + +The sword whistled like a dragon’s roar as it slashed through the air. + +Kevin’s face twisted. He knew instantly that if he tried to grab the Soul-Nourishing Grass, Max’s attack would tear through him before he could retreat. Even if he somehow survived, he would be crippled. Cursing inwardly, he raised both arms and channeled his defensive technique, black light swirling around him like a cocoon to block the incoming strike. + +Max, seizing the moment, blurred forward. His body seemed to merge with his killing intent, and he snatched both Soul-Nourishing Grass herbs from the dark stone wall in one clean motion. + +"Stop him!" Nell’s voice cracked as she screamed, still retreating under the relentless assault of the Human-Faced Spider King. Her seductive charm was gone, replaced by frantic desperation. + +But Kevin had no chance to obey her. His arms trembled from blocking Max’s attack, his stance sliding back across the blood-soaked ground. He could only watch as Max placed the precious herbs safely into his storage space, sealing them away beyond reach. + +Max exhaled slowly, relief flashing across his face for only a moment before hardening into cold resolve. His gaze shifted back to Kevin, the memory of that chilling incident back in the Azure Wolf Mountain flashing across his mind. + +His grip tightened on the returning Blue Dragon Sword, black flames and sword energy coiling up its blade. The killing intent radiating from him intensified, locking firmly onto Kevin. + +"No matter what... I have to kill this talented 3-star member of the Void Soul Tower." Max’s voice was low and calm, but it carried an edge sharper than his sword. + +Kevin, feeling that intent, stiffened involuntarily. + +"Max, I will kill you." + +Kevin’s face twisted into a grim expression, his voice carrying pure hatred as he spat out those words. Yet, despite his threat, his actions betrayed his fear. Without even looking back at Senior Sister Nell—who was still locked in a deadly battle with the Human-Faced Spider King—Kevin turned and fled at full speed. He didn’t hesitate for even half a breath, clearly prioritizing his own life over everything else. + +"Junior Brother Kevin?!" The thin young man lying on the ground, his chest soaked in blood and his breathing shallow, froze in disbelief as he saw Kevin abandon them. His pale face trembled with a mixture of shock and fear. + +Before he could say another word, a cold glint flashed before his eyes—a sword point, fast and merciless, stabbing straight at him. + +"Senior Sister Nell, save me!" He cried out desperately, his voice breaking from fear. + +"Puff!" + +The sound was sharp and chilling. Max’s sword slid effortlessly through the man’s throat, severing flesh and windpipe in one smooth motion. A crimson spray burst from the wound, painting the air and ground with blood. His eyes went wide, frozen in disbelief and terror as his body fell back with a heavy thud, already lifeless before it even hit the ground. + +"Junior Brother Jamie?" Senior Sister Nell turned her head at the sound, only to see her companion’s corpse lying in a pool of blood. For a second, she froze, disbelief and shock flashing in her eyes. But almost instantly, that shock morphed into unrestrained rage. Her alluring face twisted into one filled with murderous intent. + +"Max, I must kill you!" she screamed, her voice echoing violently through the cavern. Her hands gripped the crimson whip even tighter, and she lashed out at the Human-Faced Spider King with a new wave of frenzied attacks. The crack of her whip resounded like thunder, each strike aimed to rip apart the beast that dared hinder her before she could get to Max. + +Max’s expression hardened as he watched this. He knew exactly what was happening: the Human-Faced Spider King had sacrificed three of its own legs earlier, burning its own vitality like a warrior forcefully igniting essence and blood. + +That surge of power wouldn’t last long. Once it wore off, the beast would collapse, powerless to resist. + +And when that happened, Senior Sister Nell would be free—and she would undoubtedly come for him. + +Max didn’t hesitate for even a moment. He tightened his grip on the Blue Dragon Sword, turned, and fled the dungeon without looking back. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-878.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-878.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b30e7b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-878.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 872: Nell’s Chase" +slug: "ch-878" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 878 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1081 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He had barely crossed a hundred feet when a horrifying sound shook the air behind him—the dying wail of the Human-Faced Spider King. A chilling wave of yin energy surged, followed by an explosion of thick, blood mist billowing out from the underground cave’s entrance. + +Max’s steps faltered briefly, his heart sinking. "She killed it... and fast..." He was both shocked and frightened, realizing that Senior Sister Nell’s strength might be far more dangerous than he initially assumed.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Without a second thought, Max pulled out tens of thousands of beast cores from his storage space, channeling them to refine and rapidly replenish his mana while escaping as fast as possible. He knew that once Senior Sister Nell was done, she would definitely chase him down. + +Sure enough, within moments, the hot-bodied woman burst out of the cave like a raging storm, her once-charming face twisted with murderous intent. Her cold eyes locked onto Max like a predator locking onto prey, and her voice echoed through the valley with a venomous chill: "Max, you can’t escape!" + +"Swish!" + +Max didn’t even glance back. He poured everything into his speed, his body becoming a blur as he shot through the winding path of the Hidden Sound Valley. His instincts screamed that something far more dangerous than even this furious woman lurked deeper within the valley. He already had what he came for—the Soul-Nourishing Grass—so staying here any longer was just asking for death. + +But then, mid-flight, his Three Dimensional Body flared, revealing something that made his scalp go numb. Senior Sister Nell’s strength—originally at the 7th level of Legend Rank—suddenly skyrocketed. First to the peak of 7th level... then past the 8th... then the 9th... and it didn’t stop there. Her aura roared like a raging sea, climbing until it hit the very peak of the 10th level of Legend Rank. + +"What the fuck?!" Max’s face twisted in shock and disbelief. Just a moment ago, she was someone he could at least hope to handle if he went all out. Now? She was a peak Legend Rank expert, and she was furious. + +He didn’t know how her strength had suddenly skyrocketed—whether it was some forbidden technique, a secret treasure, or even some bloodline power—but one thing was certain: fighting her was suicide. Even with all four of his concepts combined, his chances were nearly zero unless he unleashed every hidden trump card he had. + +So he made the only choice he could: run. + +Nell wasn’t about to let him get away so easily. She chased after him like a scarlet comet, her speed slightly faster than Max’s own. The gap between them closed rapidly, and within seconds, she was within striking range. + +Her red whip flashed through the air with a sharp "Swish!", growing longer under her surging mana. It lashed out like a venomous spirit snake, twisting through the air and striking at Max’s back with lethal precision. + +Max reacted instinctively. The Blue Dragon Sword swung backward, releasing a fierce arc of sword light infused with his advanced stage level 2 sword concept. Sparks flew as whip met sword—yet, to Max’s shock, the whip wasn’t cut at all. It only vibrated, shrugging off his attack as if it were nothing. + +"This whip... it’s a treasure!" Max cursed under his breath. He didn’t dare to waste even a fraction of a second. He pushed his speed to the absolute limit, lightning crackling faintly along his legs as he burst forward with everything he had. + +Behind him, Nell’s eyes gleamed with cold killing intent, her whip snapping through the air like a dragon’s roar. Max’s face twisted in frustration. "If only I had mastered One Step Mile already...!" The regret gnawed at him. If he had that technique fully mastered, he wouldn’t be in such an embarrassing state—running like prey with death at his heels.. + +The long whip in her hand twisted like a living spirit snake, its tip vibrating with a cold wind that cut across Max’s back and wrapped around him like a deadly coil. Its power surged through the yin-filled air, shaking even the nearby rocks, leaving Max with no way to break through her encirclement. He had no choice but to abandon the idea of forcing his way out and instead darted deeper into the Hidden Sound Valley, hoping the labyrinth-like tunnels might buy him time. + +But the further he went, the denser the yin energy became, thick enough to feel like liquid fog clinging to his skin. It crawled across his limbs like icy fingers, sapping the warmth out of his body and making even his movements feel heavy and sluggish. + +His breathing grew sharp and ragged as he hurriedly circulated his vital essence, forming a defensive shell around himself. Black flames erupted from his body, wrapping him in a protective shroud to ward off the biting yin energy. + +Yet even as he defended against the cold, Nell was already there. + +"Crackling—!" + +The whip danced in her hand like a striking serpent, its tip coiling through the air before snapping down with terrifying force. Bang! Max felt the collision against his protective shell as if a mountain had slammed into him. The shield trembled, cracked, and then shattered like glass under a hammer. + +His face darkened in alarm, and he spun the Blue Dragon Sword in his hand to block, but the whip was far too fast. It blurred through space, bypassing his defenses and struck squarely across his back. + +Snap! + +Max staggered violently, his footing lost as pain jolted through his body. His protective clothes shredded where the whip landed, and though his enhanced body prevented any physical injury, the force behind the strike knocked him forward, sending him sprawling across the rocky ground. + +"Where can you escape to?" Nell’s voice rang out, soft yet dripping with malice. + +She walked forward with an elegant but predatory gait, her eyes brimming with murderous intent. The whip in her hand flickered with killing intent as she drew it back, ready for another strike. + +Max’s Three Dimensional Body instantly flared to life, tracing the exact trajectory of the incoming whip. His muscles tightened, and he twisted sideways at the very last second. + +Bang! + +The whip struck where he had been, splitting the rock floor open. Fractures radiated out like spiderwebs, scattering sand and sharp pebbles into the air. The raw power behind her attack was terrifying, far beyond the normal strength of a 9th-level Legend Rank—and now she was at her peak. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-879.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-879.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c074177 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-879.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 873: A Mysterious man" +slug: "ch-879" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 879 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1065 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’I need to get her to come to a very secret place where nobody else can see us.’ Max’s eyes flashed with cunningness as he leapt to his feet and bolted deeper into the valley, each step echoing through the chilling air. + +"Max, where else can you escape to?" + +Her voice followed him like a cold breeze, sweet and crisp like wind chimes, yet carrying the tone of a predator toying with its prey. + +She licked her lips slowly, her eyes glowing with murderous delight, and strolled after him—not rushing, but matching his pace with ease. It was like being stalked by a cat who knew the mouse had no hope of escape. + +The oppressive yin energy thickened, making every breath Max took feel cold enough to sting his lungs. The air carried a faint metallic tang of blood and death, and Nell’s laughter echoed faintly behind him, each note burrowing into his mind like nails on glass. + +Max’s expression hardened, grim and cold. He was running quietly, his focus razor-sharp, but he could feel her closing in. Her speed was terrifying. + +"Crackling—!" + +The whip came again, its tip splitting the air with an ear-piercing shriek. Max whipped the Blue Dragon Sword around in a desperate defense. + +Bang! + +The clash sent a shudder through his arm, the force numbing his wrist as he was thrown backward from the impact. The whip was deceptively thin and elegant, but it packed monstrous strength. Max’s body crashed against the ground and slid several feet across jagged rocks, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with rage and frustration. + +Max’s thoughts raced as his body staggered from the lingering shock of that roar. + +The woman named Nell, with her fiery red lips and voluptuous figure that contrasted sharply with her cold, merciless eyes, had pursued him with unrelenting ferocity. Her whip attacks came like the strikes of a viper, fast and lethal, snapping through the air with murderous intent. Internally, however, she was shaken—her whip could shatter the bones of a peak Legend Rank experts with ease, yet Max had shrugged off every blow. + +The impact tossed him around, knocking him into piles of rocks and breaking the ground beneath his feet, but not a single lash left lasting damage. The more she attacked, the more her frustration grew, and with it, the vicious intensity of her strikes. + +Max’s Blue Dragon Sword flashed repeatedly as he blocked, countered, and rolled with each strike. Every clash rang out like iron against iron, sparks scattering from the edge of his sword while he was still being thrown back like a ragdoll, rolling through the jagged rocks and dust. The oppressive yin energy around them grew thicker with each exchange, clinging to his skin and filling his lungs like poison. + +Standing high above him, Nell’s slender frame cast a long, shadowy silhouette as she looked down coldly. Her grip tightened on the whip, and her expression turned into that of a hunter about to finish off a wounded prey. She raised her arm high, the whip elongating unnaturally, ready to deliver a killing blow meant to tear through even Max’s enhanced body. + +Max clenched his teeth. He was ready to unleash the infernal energy right here and now. ’No one’s watching. It’s underground. I can end this quickly.’ His eyes darkened, his killing intent condensed into a single thought: ’She dies here.’ His eyes were turning red when he saw something. He saw Nelll’s horrified expression. + +Her arm stopped mid-swing, and her alluring face twisted into something completely different—a look of sheer horror. The cold arrogance in her eyes vanished, replaced by wide pupils trembling with primal fear. For the first time since she appeared, she did not even seem to remember she was holding a weapon. + +Max instinctively paused, his enhanced senses screaming danger even before his ears caught it. + +"Roar!" + +The sound erupted from behind him, sharp and high-pitched, powerful enough to shatter stone and make the very air quake. It pierced through his body like a blade, and Max’s blood and mana went into disarray. His heart spasmed, his organs trembled, and before he could suppress it, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his lips, splattering the dusty rocks below. + +Even Nell, standing above and seemingly invincible moments ago, staggered back, trembling violently as if some ancient predator had fixed its gaze upon her. Her whip fell slack to her side, her luscious lips parting in shock as she stared past Max, her beautiful eyes wide and trembling. + +Max turned, his breathing quick and uneven. The moment his gaze shifted behind him, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. + +The yin energy, already thick within Hidden Sound Valley, had surged into a terrifying vortex. It gathered like a living ocean, swirling with malevolent intent, each wave of dark mist heavier and more suffocating than the last. And at its center stood a figure—no, a presence—that dwarfed everything else. + +The figure was pitch black, towering and majestic, his very stance exuding power that crushed the soul. Around him, the yin energy twisted and coiled like giant pythons, forming an overwhelming force that pushed down on Max’s chest like a mountain. + +Then the figure moved. + +"Buzz!" + +It turned slowly, the yin mist dispersing slightly to reveal a face—young, handsome, unnervingly perfect. His eyebrows were thick and sharp, his eyes deep and luminous like twin stars, and his lips sculpted as if by divine hands. His aura was chilling yet majestic, every inch of him radiating dominance and unshakable confidence. It was the kind of presence only born leaders possessed, the kind that demanded submission simply by existing. + +Max’s body stiffened, and his pupils contracted sharply as the truth sank in. I can’t sense his power range? How can this even be possible? For someone like Max, who had had Three Dimensional Body to its peak for sensing danger and reading opponents, being unable to gauge another person’s strength was nearly unthinkable. + +Yet this young man, standing calmly amidst the swirling yin energy, gave off absolutely no detectable fluctuation of power—as if his strength didn’t exist at all, or was so far beyond Max’s comprehension that it couldn’t be measured. + +The handsome young man’s eyes fell upon Max, and a faint smile spread across his flawless face. His voice, smooth like flowing jade and calm like a mountain stream, echoed softly through the cave. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-88.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-88.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f591b36 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-88.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 88: Ashford Family" +slug: "ch-88" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 88 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1231 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +A stare contest ensued between the two as Max and the yellow-haired old man locked eyes—one filled with youthful confidence and the other exuding a calm as deep as the ocean. + +"Max, let me introduce you to Lily," Alice’s voice broke the silence, drawing Max’s attention toward her. + +Max glanced at her and then at the yellow-haired girl before extending his hand. "I’m Max Morgan. Nice to meet you." + +"I know you. You’re that bully from the Battle Realm who beat Killian that day," Lily said, shaking Max’s hand in a tone that seemed more childish than accusatory. + +Max was momentarily taken aback by her calling him a bully, but then he chuckled softly. "Yeah, I am indeed that bully. Did you enjoy how I beat him?" + +Lily stuck out her tongue. "I hate that Killian. He always pesters me whenever we meet, so it was good that you beat him. But I hated what you did afterward." Her expression grew sad at the end. + +Max shrugged. "Some things are just necessary, I guess." + +Sensing the tension, Alice quickly intervened. "Max, this is Lily’s grandfather." She whispered the last part, "He’s the father of the current leader of the Ashford Family." + +Max’s eyes narrowed as he processed the information. He also understood why the old man was exerting pressure on him. ’It seems the four families probably know my true identity as Max Voidwalker, but they never speak of it to anyone,’ he thought, finding it strange. + +He didn’t believe that they were unaware of Freya Voidwalker and her ties with the Phoenix Order guild, yet they remained silent about everything. + +’There’s definitely something else going on with the four super families and the Union Vanguard,’ Max mused, recalling the time when even a Commander from Union Vanguard had refused to help him, despite being the most biased power in all of the East Region. + +"What are you here for, Alice?" Lily asked. + +Alice smiled and pointed at Max. "He wants to buy some things for runes." + +Lily pouted, placing her hands on her hips and turning to Max. "I don’t believe this guy can draw runes." + +Alice smiled and nodded. "I don’t believe it either, but he’s hell-bent on coming here." + +Max heard their conversation and smiled as he turned to the shopkeeper. "Do you have these items on the list?" He handed the list over. + +The shopkeeper read through the list, raising an eyebrow at Max. "I have everything here, but I can’t sell you chaos stones." + +"Why?" Max frowned. This was the reason he came here, and if he couldn’t buy them, everything would be for nothing. + +The shopkeeper made a difficult expression as he explained, "Chaos stones are some of the rarest materials in this world. They have many uses, like forging weapons and armor, but very few in the East Region can even work with them." + +He added solemnly, "From a runemaster’s perspective, these stones are a treasure beyond compare. However, their scarcity makes them difficult to acquire." + +Max understood. "And that’s why you can’t sell them to me?" + +The shopkeeper nodded. "Since these stones are so rare, the best way to sell them is through an auction. If you want them, come back in a week. An auction will be held with many rare items for sale." + +Max lost interest when he heard that the stones would be auctioned. He knew well that he wasn’t rich enough to compete with the so-called four families and five top guilds. He simply gave up, believing there must be other ways to obtain chaos stones. + +"Alright, then, give me the materials on the list," Max said after some thought. + +The shopkeeper nodded and began gathering them. A moment later, all the items were placed in front of Max. + +"Do you really draw runes? Are you a rank 1 runemaster?" Lily asked, her curiosity piqued as she looked at the items before Max. + +Max turned to her and replied, "I do, and I am a rank 1 runemaster." + +Lily crossed her arms. "Show me your rank 1 runemaster identity proof then." + +Max glanced at her and said, "I don’t have one." + +"Then how are you a rank 1 runemaster?" Lily demanded, her face growing fierce. "Only those recognized by the Rune Tower are considered runemasters, and you’re no runemaster... You’re just a bully." + +Max stared deep into her eyes and asked, "What if I show you proof that I’m indeed a rank 1 runemaster?" + +Lily flinched, taken aback. She hadn’t expected Max to respond like that, but she also couldn’t believe that someone like him could possibly learn to draw runes. + +"Humph, if you can draw a rank 1 rune, I’ll give you five chaos stones," Lily declared, placing her hands on her waist. + +Max’s interest immediately piqued. He turned to the old man who had been watching the exchange quietly. "You won’t interfere, right?" + +The heavy-set old man with yellow hair shot Max a sharp look. "It’s her chaos stones, so it’s her responsibility what she does with them." + +Max chuckled. "Haha, good." He smiled at Lily. "We have a deal then." + +Explore more stories with freewebnovel + +’Looks like Lily is about to lose here,’ Alice thought, seeing the confident expression on Max’s face. After knowing him for so many months, she had learned many things about him, and one of them was his unshakable confidence. + +Only God knew how many bets she had lost with Max over the past three months. + +Max turned to the shopkeeper and asked, "If I draw a rank 1 rune, will that be enough to earn the rank 1 runemaster identity?" + +The shopkeeper nodded. "It will be enough," he confirmed, tapping on his holowatch to start recording Max. "But I’ll need to keep a copy of it." + +A smile formed on Max’s lips. "Alright. I’ll be making a simple defense rune," he said, organizing the materials before him. + +Max turned to the shopkeeper. "Should I make it here, or somewhere else?" + +The shopkeeper replied, "Anywhere will be fine." + +Max nodded and laid out three items in front of him: a small piece of paper, an ink bottle, and a brush—three essentials for drawing a rune. + +’Runes are drawn with the help of our soul power, so I’ll need to focus a little,’ Max thought as he picked up the brush and dipped it slightly into the ink. + +Concentrating on his soul power, he focused it entirely on the brush, which began to glow with a blue light. + +’Now.’ Max leaned over the paper, his hand moving with fluid, almost mesmerizing grace. Each stroke was deliberate, each movement precise, leaving marks on the paper that seemed to embody perfection itself. + +As time passed, the markings combined to form a symbol, and that’s when Max finished drawing the rune. + +"Done," Max said, his body covered in sweat but a satisfied smile on his face. + +It was said that using soul power was more exhausting than relying on physical strength or energy, so even using it for a minute could leave someone completely drained. + +"Ready to lose those chaos stones?" Max turned to Lily with a grin. + +Lily’s expression turned anxious, but she maintained a glimmer of confidence. "Let’s first see the effect of the rune," she said, her voice firm despite the tension in her demeanor. + +Max smiled, his composure unwavering. "As you say." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-880.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-880.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e8d2d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-880.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 874: A Divine Rank expert" +slug: "ch-880" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 880 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1045 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"I was looking for someone like you." There was no hostility in his tone, only a peculiar warmth, as if he had stumbled upon something rare and precious. + +Then, turning slightly, he glanced toward the woman surnamed Nell, his expression softening to one of polite amusement. "It seems you’ve encountered some trouble," he said, his laughter clear, almost gentle, carrying a peculiar charm that washed over the soul like a spring breeze after winter frost. Even in this grim, yin-soaked cavern, his presence seemed to bring light. + +Nell, however, felt none of that comfort. The chilling aura that radiated from this mysterious young man unsettled her deeply, though she tried to hide it behind cold eyes and an icy tone. "Who are you?" she demanded, her knuckles whitening on the handle of her whip. + +The young man didn’t flinch. He simply smiled wider, his voice calm and unshaken, as though speaking an undeniable truth. "If I were you, I’d leave here immediately." + +His words, soft and calm as they were, felt like a divine command. + +Nell’s jaw clenched. She was already furious at losing the soul-nourishing grass to Max and furious at Max killing her junior brother Jamie. Giving up now? Impossible. "Don’t even think about it!" she spat. + +Her whip cracked violently as it sliced through the air. But instead of striking the mysterious young man, she angled her wrist, sending the whip lashing toward Max, hoping to coil around him and drag him back. She’d take him hostage if she couldn’t kill him outright. + +The mysterious young man’s smile faded into one of soft disappointment as he muttered almost playfully, "You dare to do that in front of me?" His tone carried no visible anger, but the weight behind his words was so heavy it made Max’s skin prickle. + +In one graceful motion, the young man extended his right hand from the wide sleeve of his robe. It was pale white, smooth and refined, looking more like a sculpted piece of jade than a human hand. With the casualness of someone brushing dust from a table, he lifted his palm and struck forward. + +"Whoosh!" + +A burst of chilling wind, sharp and invisible, exploded from his hand. Nell’s eyes widened in horror just before the force slammed into her body. + +"Bang!" + +Her body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the rocky ground. The whip fell from her trembling hand, her hot red lips twisted in shock as pain coursed through her chest. Blood welled up and slipped past the corner of her mouth as she stared at the young man, her pupils trembling violently. "Divine Rank...?" she croaked, terror shattering the cold arrogance she wore moments before. + +The young man’s eyes hardened slightly, his voice thundering like the wrath of heaven itself. "Get. Out." + +It wasn’t just a sound; it was a force, a roar that rippled through the yin energy, making the very rocks tremble. A powerful wave of negative energy surged from his body, sweeping outward like a crashing tide. + +Nell’s face turned as pale as snow. Without a single word of defiance, she spun on her heel and ran, abandoning everything—including her desire for revenge—her graceful form vanishing into the black mist in an instant. + +The young man didn’t pursue her. His sleeve flicked lightly as though nothing had happened, and the storm of energy he had unleashed instantly stilled, leaving the air unnaturally calm. His attention returned to Max, and once again he smiled, that same warm, almost gentle expression on his face. + +Max forced himself to maintain composure, though every instinct in his body screamed at him to retreat. Standing before someone whose power he couldn’t even sense felt like standing on the edge of an endless abyss. His hands tightened slightly around the Blue Dragon Sword, not in aggression but in reflex, as if gripping the weapon could anchor his trembling soul. + +He bowed slightly, keeping his tone respectful and cautious. "Senior, thank you for saving my life." His voice was steady on the surface, but deep within, his heart thudded violently against his ribs. + +The handsome young man looked at him with calm amusement, as though seeing through every thought and emotion Max was trying to suppress. His smile widened, carrying a warmth that contrasted sharply with the terrifying aura he exuded moments before. "Little guy, I saved your life, don’t you plan to repay me?" + +Max’s body stiffened instantly. For a brief moment, it felt as though the entire cave froze over. He opened his mouth, but words seemed stuck in his throat. Eventually, he forced out a reply, his tone hesitant and uneven. "Senior has great magical powers and incredible strength... why... why would you need help from me?" + +The thought clawed at him, ’What could someone of Divine Rank possibly need from me, a mere peak Master Rank expert?’ + +His mind flashed with the warnings of his elders. The secret domain was supposed to restrict beings of Mythic Rank from entering. And yet, here one stood before him, a Divine Rank expert, as effortlessly as if he belonged here. It was a terrifying contradiction. + +But the young man—no, the general—just laughed softly, his expression relaxed and disarming. "You don’t need to fear me. I mean no harm. I simply want your assistance in something." + +Max’s breathing slowed slightly, but the tension didn’t ease. He took a step back instinctively, shaking his head. "Senior... this junior’s strength isn’t worth mentioning. I’m afraid I won’t be of much use to you. Someone of your status could easily seek assistance from the many 3-star geniuses in this domain. They would gladly serve you." + +Even as he spoke, Max’s mind was racing. ’If he attacks me, I’ll have to use Infernal Demon Transformation immediately.’ + +The thought circled in his head like a coiled serpent, his energy quietly stirring in preparation for an all-out battle—though he doubted it would change anything if this man truly wanted to kill him. + +The general’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, but not in mockery—rather in quiet assurance. "But I specifically need your help. You wouldn’t refuse me... would you?" His voice was soft, but the weight behind those words was overwhelming, like a mountain pressing against Max’s chest. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-881.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-881.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d967706 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-881.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 875: Zombie" +slug: "ch-881" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 881 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1083 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Facing someone who had surpassed the bounds of mortal strength, how could Max dare to refuse? He quickly bowed, forcing a bitter smile onto his face. "Senior, please feel free to tell me what you need me to do. I will definitely give my utmost effort." + +Max wasn’t foolish; he knew someone of this level could end his life in an instant if he so wished. The fact that this man even bothered speaking to him instead of acting directly meant there was something important, something specific only he could do. + +The general seemed pleased with his quick acceptance, his eyes lighting up faintly with satisfaction. "Good. You have the bloodline of the Black Lotus Guild, do you not?" + +Max’s heart skipped a beat. "Senior actually knew?" His voice carried a note of genuine surprise. Only a handful of people in the entire secret domain had identified his bloodline before, and most of them were elites from the seven overlord forces. For someone to know at just a glance... it was terrifying, yet unsurprising given the man’s apparent level. + +He took a breath, his tone soft but respectful. "I wonder, Senior... what exactly is it you need me to do?" + +The general’s smile deepened even further, as though Max had finally asked the question he had been waiting for all along. + +Max froze, stunned by the man’s words. "Do you know who I am?" the handsome general asked suddenly, his calm voice carrying a weight that echoed in the thick yin energy around them. + +Max instinctively shook his head, honesty flashing across his face. "I... I don’t, Senior." In truth, he had no idea who this man was. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged man in his prime, handsome beyond reason, carrying an aura so noble and ancient it seemed to surpass the limits of the mortal world. But beyond that, Max knew nothing. + +The general’s lips curved into a faint smile. "I am an undead... from the time ten thousand years ago." + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Undead? You mean... like a zombie?" The words slipped out of his mouth almost involuntarily. He had encountered all manner of strange beasts and experts, but never had he imagined an undead of such a level still existed in the present day. + +The general chuckled, not at all offended. His gaze softened slightly, yet it carried an inexplicable depth. "First, display your black flames for me to see carefully." + +Max hesitated for a fraction of a second but then nodded. He raised both hands and summoned the power of the Crimson Reaper inheritance. Immediately, thick black flames erupted from his palms, burning like a dark inferno, flickering ominously as they distorted the air around them. + +The general studied the flames in silence, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he nodded slowly. "Hmm. This could be useful." + +Max blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. ’Useful? Useful for what?’ A swirl of questions flashed in his mind, but before he could voice them, the general spoke again. + +"You are injured now. I will heal you first." + +Before Max could respond or even protest, the general stepped forward and placed one cold, jade-like hand on his shoulder. + +In an instant, Max felt an overwhelming yet controlled cold force rush into his body, sweeping through every vein and meridian. It wasn’t the chilling cold of death, but an oddly pure and cleansing sensation, like being submerged in icy spring water. + +His injuries, though wasn’t much, healed instantly, leaving behind perfectly smooth skin as though he had never been injured at all. + +Max took a sharp breath. The exhaustion he had carried disappeared in an instant, leaving him feeling strangely refreshed, almost invigorated. He quickly bowed in gratitude. "Thank you, Senior." + +However, even as he expressed thanks, his heart beat faster, a trace of unease forming within him. ’The stronger this person is... the more terrifying the task he might ask me to do.’ It was becoming increasingly clear that this mysterious undead general didn’t save him out of kindness alone—there was purpose behind every action. + +Yet, a different thought also bloomed in Max’s mind. ’If I could gain power like this... if I could heal with a single touch, suppress legends without effort...’ The idea of becoming stronger, incomparably stronger, burned deeper within him, solidifying his resolve to climb to the peak. + +"Come here." + +The general’s voice snapped him back to reality. Max stepped closer without hesitation, his hand still clutching the Blue Dragon Sword for reassurance. + +The general pointed to a region ahead where thick Yin mana surged like an ocean, constantly rolling and twisting. "What I want you to do is very simple. When this Yin mana erupts from the yin cave, you will use the power of your black flames to weaken its power." + +Max’s eyes widened when he heard the words. "Yin mana?" he repeated in shock, his gaze instinctively shifting forward. There, beneath the thick, rolling Yin energy, was a gaping black hole nearly ten feet across. + +From within it, tides of Yin energy surged outward like waves in a stormy sea, carrying with them an eerie chill that seeped into the bones.𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 + +Max froze for a moment, stunned at what he was seeing. ’A Yin Cave...?’ He had read about such phenomena in ancient records, but never imagined he would see one in person. + +Yin Caves were extremely rare and could only form in places overflowing with extreme Yin energy. They were considered sources of pure Yin power and were highly sought after by undead experts, Yin-attributed beasts, and certain dark sects. And yet, one had appeared here, deep inside the Hidden Sound Valley of this secret domain. + +He turned toward the general, his expression cautious. "Senior, do you... want to use the power of this Yin energy to cultivate?" + +The handsome general nodded lightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yes. You already know that I possess the body of an undead—a zombie. This Yin energy is exceptionally beneficial to me. However, the rules of this secret domain greatly suppress my strength, preventing me from fully controlling the Yin Cave’s eruption on my own. The energy released from within is too violent. If I attempt to absorb it as it is, I could fail and suffer severe backlash." + +His eyes turned to Max, steady and unblinking. "That is why I need your black flames—to suppress and balance its eruption, weakening the destructive surge so I can absorb it safely." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-882.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-882.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eecf957 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-882.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 876: Suppressing The Yin Energy" +slug: "ch-882" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 882 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max blinked, startled. ’He wants me to suppress a Yin Cave eruption?’ + +He looked again at the swirling energy coming out of the black hole, feeling its dense and terrifying Yin power. Even standing at a distance, the pressure was enough to make his limbs slightly numb. + +Doubt crept into his mind. ’Can my black flames even handle something like this?’ + +The general noticed his hesitation and chuckled softly, his voice carrying the calm of someone who had already foreseen this reaction. "Do not worry. I have a special method to suppress the explosive nature of the Yin Cave and regulate the outflow of Yin energy. I only need you to stabilize it further with your black flames. Although your black flames is also of yin origin, it should be able to suppress the yin energy from the yin cave because of the nature of the black flames." + +He added. "Not only will you remain safe, but this Yin energy will nourish your body and mana. If all goes well, you might even break through and reach the Champion Rank." + +Those last words made Max’s heart pound. ’Breakthrough to Champion Rank?’ + +Over the past several days, he had fought fierce battles, nearly, and been chased across half the valley by that terrifying woman, Nell. Those experiences had shown him the overwhelming gap between himself and experts in the late stages of the Legend Rank. + +Even with all his trump cards, he had nearly been cornered and killed. He needed strength—real, overwhelming strength—to stand at the top and no longer be someone else’s prey. + +The Yin Cave was dangerous, yes, but so was staying weak. And besides, this general was right in front of him, a being so powerful he could erase him with a flick of his finger if he wanted. Did he really have a choice? + +Max took a deep breath, suppressing his hesitation, and met the general’s gaze seriously. "Since Senior has said so, there is no reason for me to refuse. I will do my best to help suppress the power of the Yin Cave." + +"Very good. You can rest assured, you helped me this time, and I will certainly lend you a helping hand in the future." The general nodded with satisfaction, his tone calm but carrying a strange depth that made Max feel a faint chill down his spine. His words carried weight, as though they were a promise engraved into fate itself. + +Max forced a small smile, his heart uneasy but his face respectful. "Thank you, senior." + +"Okay, use all your strength and display the black flames," the general ordered, waving his hand casually, but his gaze was focused and sharp, leaving no room for refusal. + +Since he had already agreed, Max no longer hesitated. He stepped toward the entrance of the Yin Cave, inhaled deeply, and activated his black flames. The familiar dark power erupted from his body, engulfing his arms first before expanding outward. + +A thick, sky-piercing pillar of black fire bloomed above him like a demonic lotus, casting long shadows on the stone walls of the Hidden Sound Valley. Under Max’s control, the flames condensed and tightened into a single concentrated sphere before he directed it toward the Yin Cave below. + +The moment the black flames touched the Yin Cave’s surface, the cold and suffocating Yin energy around it noticeably weakened. The overwhelming chill that had made even Max’s bones stiff moments ago seemed to disperse slightly, leaving the area feeling less oppressive. + +"Very good," the general said with a slight nod, his voice filled with satisfaction. His figure blurred slightly as he stepped to the very edge of the cave and extended one palm downward. + +Max’s eyes involuntarily widened as he felt the pressure in the air suddenly spike. A force so terrifying it made his soul tremble erupted from the general’s hand. Yet, strangely, it was contained perfectly, not spilling wildly like most overwhelming auras. It was precise, condensed, and terrifyingly controlled, gathering into a single, immovable layer over the Yin Cave. + +Then, the general lowered his hand, pressing it lightly over the mouth of the cave. + +"Buzz... buzz... buzz..." + +A deep vibration rang through the cavern walls as the Yin energy erupted violently. The Yin mana surged upward like a volcanic explosion of icy power, colliding with the general’s palm. The ground trembled beneath Max’s feet as he struggled to keep his balance. + +From the depths of the Yin Cave, black Yin mana rose like a living tide, thick and viscous like molten ink. Its purity was astonishing, almost tangible, and even possessed an unsettling spirituality, as if it were alive and watching him. + +But the general did not falter. Under his palm, the erupting Yin energy was tamed and directed into his body. Max could only watch in silent shock as streams of pure Yin essence disappeared into the general as easily as water flowing into a bottomless well. + +The sight left Max speechless. ’This... this is power beyond anything I’ve seen.’ He could feel it clearly—just one strand of that Yin mana, if it had struck him, would have frozen his soul and shattered his body instantly. Yet, the general absorbed it as casually as a man drinking tea, without the slightest sign of strain. + +However, after only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Max’s expression hardened. His black flames flickered, and cold sweat slid down his back as he noticed the change. + +The Yin mana erupting from the cave was no longer smooth streams but thick, dense clusters of power, each one far stronger than the last. Even though most of the Yin energy was still being absorbed by the general, small portions leaked out. Just these fragments of stray Yin energy were enough to make Max feel as though invisible ice had seeped into his veins, chilling his body from the inside out. + +"Buzz." + +He quickly circulated his black flames, covering his entire body like a blazing suit of armor, isolating himself from the increasingly chilling Yin energy surging out of the cave. + +However, the moment he did, Max’s expression darkened. ’My mana?’ he thought in alarm as he noticed the shocking speed at which it was being drained. The black flames were like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring his reserves just to suppress the Yin energy’s invasive chill. + +The consumption rate was far beyond his expectations—ten times, no, a hundred times faster than usual. His mana was vanishing like water pouring out of a cracked jar. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-883.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-883.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a32950f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-883.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 877: Using yin energy to level up?" +slug: "ch-883" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 883 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Gritting his teeth, he immediately took out several high-grade beast cores, pressing them to his body as he circulated his energy absorption method. Pure mana from the beast cores poured into him in torrents, replenishing his essence even as it was being devoured by the flames. + +At the same time, he kept the black flames flowing, filtering and weakening the Yin cave’s surging energy. + +From behind, his gaze unconsciously shifted to the general, and what he saw made his scalp tingle. The man’s aura was changing—it was no longer the restrained, dignified calm from earlier. Instead, it was growing darker and heavier, with faint black lines appearing around his body. + +These lines weren’t ordinary marks but shaped like chains, floating like illusory bindings that gave off a sense of oppressive suppression. They looked ancient and sinister, almost like seals that shouldn’t exist in the mortal world. + +In the general’s palm, two black whirlpools had formed, spinning endlessly as they devoured the Yin energy pouring from the cave like rivers. Clusters of pure negative energy were being swallowed whole, flowing straight into his body without resistance. + +Five minutes passed, and Max’s breath caught in his throat. On that jade-like face of the general—handsome to the point of being unnatural—there now appeared thin black lines shaped like blooming flowers or arcane runes. + +They were no larger than a bead, but their existence radiated something strange and unsettling, like cursed brands etched into his very soul. Max felt a chill creep into his heart just looking at them, a primal instinct warning him that something about this general was deeply wrong. + +Then came the sound. + +"Boom!" + +The Yin Cave trembled violently, the ground itself quaking as cracks spiderwebbed across the stone floor. The rocks jumped and shuddered with every pulse of energy, like the heartbeat of a monstrous beast awakening beneath them. Max’s face turned grave as he suddenly sensed that the Yin energy inside the cave was no longer flowing—it was surging, building, preparing to erupt with a power he had never felt before. + +"Boy, quickly strengthen the power of the black flames!" + +The general’s sharp voice snapped him out of his shock. Max’s expression twisted into a grimace. He was already draining himself to the limit, but there was no hesitation in his movements. He immediately unleashed the second level flame concept, flooding his black flames with more essence and intensifying their power until they roared like an infernal storm. + +The Yin energy faltered for a moment under the intensified suppression, but it was clear this was only temporary. + +"Boy, the power of this Yin cave is beyond my expectations. Once it fully erupts, I’m afraid both of us will be injured," the general said suddenly, his tone still calm even though his words carried a hint of urgency. + +Max’s face darkened further. Beyond his expectations? This man was a Divine Rank undead, an existence that should have been invincible within this secret domain, yet even he found the Yin Cave overwhelming. That was terrifying. + +The Yin mana at the cave mouth surged like an ocean tide, condensing so densely that it emitted a black light, illuminating the cavern in an eerie glow. Max’s control on the black flames fluctuated as he turned to the general and asked in a grave voice, "Senior, do you have any solution?" + +"There is only one way now, and that is for me to open a gap and allow you to absorb the power of this Yin cave," the general said, his voice calm yet deep like rolling thunder. + +At first, this sounded like an incredible opportunity. The Yin Cave was a rare natural treasure, and its power could push one’s cultivation to terrifying heights. Yet Max’s face only grew uglier. His brows furrowed, his breathing uneven, and his expression tense. This was because the Yin energy inside the cave was far too dense and violent, carrying an aura of death and corrosion that felt like it could shatter his body from the inside out. If even a Divine Rank expert had to use special methods to handle it, what chance did he, a mere peak Master Rank expert, have? + +The thought of his body exploding from trying to absorb too much Yin energy filled him with dread. His hands clenched tighter around his Blue Dragon Sword as he hesitated. + +"Boy, what are you afraid of? You have the black flames!" the general suddenly shouted, his eyes flashing like lightning. "You must not absorb the Yin energy raw. Use your black flames to refine it, burn away its deadly impurities, and turn it into pure mana. Only then will it not harm you. This power will help you advance directly to Champion Rank." + +Max froze for a second, then his eyes widened as if he had just woken from a dream. "Yeah... why didn’t I think of that?" + +He had almost forgotten about his Unholy Trinity Physique, a body constitution that could absorb and store all kinds of energy from the world without backlash. If it could handle fire essence, lightning essence, and other elemental forces, why not Yin energy? Once stored, he could refine it slowly until it turned into pure power at his command. + +His hesitation vanished. "I know what to do," Max said with a newfound resolve. His gaze burned with determination, his earlier fear completely gone. + +"Good," the general nodded, satisfied by his response. "Then pay attention. I will open the gap now." + +He raised his palm, which had been sealing the Yin Cave, and made a subtle movement. Immediately, a terrifying boom echoed throughout the cavern as a small opening appeared in the Yin Cave. + +From that gap surged a tide of Yin energy so dense and cold it seemed to twist the very air. The power rolled toward Max like a storm, threatening to crush him into dust. + +Max’s body trembled under the pressure, but his eyes didn’t waver. With a sharp breath, he activated his black flames. They roared to life, wrapping around his entire body like a burning black cloak. The flames hissed and spat as they met the rushing Yin energy, burning away the extreme chill and weakening the oppressive nature of the Yin force. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-884.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-884.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4b15760 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-884.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 878: Restriction of spirit domain" +slug: "ch-884" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 884 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1070 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The purified energy flowed into Max’s body, racing through his meridians like icy rivers. At first, his muscles stiffened, and his blood felt like it had frozen solid, his veins ringing with a high-pitched buzzing sound. But then, his Unholy Trinity Physique activated. + +His body adapted, converting the deadly Yin energy into something harmless, stabilizing his blood flow, and storing the Yin essence deep inside his dantian. + +Max’s expression changed from caution to joy. It works! he thought. His body, his constitution, and his black flames were the perfect counter to the Yin cave’s violent power. He even began to feel a faint tug on his cultivation barrier—it was loosening. + +Seeing this, the general’s expression flickered with rare surprise. He had expected Max to struggle, maybe even beg for assistance halfway through. Instead, the young man was devouring the Yin energy like a starving beast, his flames refining it into pure power with frightening efficiency. + +"This boy..." the general muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly but smiling all the same. + +Max, meanwhile, focused completely on his cultivation. The more he absorbed, the stronger the pull from his barrier became. His aura swelled as if it was on the verge of exploding. + +The Yin mana poured into him like endless rivers, yet his body showed no sign of collapse—only growth. His foundation was deep, built through countless battles and opportunities, but it also meant his breakthrough required far more energy than ordinary experts. + +Still, he pushed on, his black flames blazing even brighter. The once-violent Yin energy now flowed obediently into him, refined into pure mana and stored inside his core. + +"Good boy," the general exclaimed finally, unable to hide his praise. "However, your foundation is deeper than I thought. I’m afraid you will need far more energy than this to break into Champion Rank. Even so... you might really succeed."𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢 + +"It’s all thanks to the reminder from my senior," Max said, his voice carrying genuine gratitude as he felt the surge of mana flowing wildly through his body. His meridians trembled with power, his core pulsed with an intense rhythm, and his black flames burned with an even fiercer brilliance than before. The Yin energy he had absorbed was terrifyingly pure, and as it refined into mana, he could feel every inch of his strength improving. + +Max’s lips curled into a rare smile, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. The sensation of approaching a higher realm of power was intoxicating, yet daunting. He had always required enormous amounts of beast cores and external resources to progress due to his unique physique and deep foundation. + +Now, attempting to advance to Champion Rank through Yin energy alone demanded even more effort and endurance. But Max didn’t retreat. Instead, his determination hardened. He clenched his fists and devoured the Yin energy from the Yin cave with even greater ferocity, refining every drop of it under the burning purification of his black flames. + +Half an hour passed in that frenzy when suddenly— + +"Buzz!" + +Max’s body erupted with a dazzling light, his aura expanding outward like a raging tide, shaking the very air around him. The violent wave of mana spread out in all directions, rattling stones and causing the Yin air to tremble. + +"I finally leveled up to Champion Rank." Max smiled with relief, only for his expression to stiffen moments later. Confusion clouded his face, and he muttered to himself, "Wait... why didn’t I get the level-up notification? And why do I feel like my strength has increased but hasn’t actually reached Champion Rank?" + +From the side, the general—his face still terrifying with those black lines glowing faintly—looked at Max with calm eyes and said, "Boy, it’s because of the secret domain. For anyone advancing from Master Rank and above, their breakthrough triggers the Divine Path Lotus phenomenon in the sky. But in this secret domain, such a heavenly phenomenon cannot appear. Because of that, your advancement process has been halted midway." + +Max frowned, disbelief flashing across his face. "So... you mean I’m stuck at peak Master Rank until I leave the secret domain?" + +"It seems to be the case," the general replied bluntly, as if it was only natural. + +Max exhaled sharply and shook his head. "So there’s nothing I can do about it now... huh." His disappointment lasted only a moment before he smiled again. "Still, I have to thank senior for this opportunity. Without this, I’d still be far from touching the peak of Master Rank." + +The general’s gaze sharpened, the black patterns across his handsome yet eerie face twisting slightly as his eyes shone like dark stars. "Boy, if you really want to thank me, then power up your black flames even further. I need their suppression right now, because I am about to release the core source of the Yin cave’s power." + +Max’s expression stiffened. "The... core source?" He hadn’t expected that what they’d been handling so far wasn’t even the deepest power hidden inside the Yin cave. His heartbeat quickened, and he tightened his grip on his Blue Dragon Sword, gathering every ounce of focus to command his black flames. "Alright, I’m ready," he said grimly. + +Seeing Max’s determination, the general finally moved. His palm, which had been suppressing the cave’s mouth, suddenly shifted. + +"Boom!" + +A deafening roar echoed as the seal loosened. From within the cave’s depths, an ominous black light surged out, rippling and twisting like something alive. It took form in the shape of a black fish, its body long and sleek, scales glimmering like shards of obsidian, and eyes that shone with eerie intelligence. + +It swayed back and forth in the air, exuding a chilling force that made the very Yin energy of the cave tremble in submission. + +Max’s eyes widened in shock as he watched the writhing black fish-shaped entity struggle violently in the general’s grip. "Is this... the spirit of the Yin Cave?" he asked, unable to conceal the awe in his voice. + +"Yes," the general said with a faint nod, his eyes glowing with a strange excitement that seemed to pierce through the shadows. "This Yin Cave has been forming for tens of thousands of years. With such a long accumulation, it has birthed a spiritual body. That is the very reason I came to this secret domain." His voice, calm yet heavy, carried an undertone of hunger and obsession as his gaze remained fixed on the captured spirit. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-885.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-885.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0609f96 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-885.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 879: Getting Out" +slug: "ch-885" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 885 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +As he spoke, the general’s hands moved fluidly, fingers curling and spreading like a predator’s claws. A burst of dense black light erupted from his palms, flowing like liquid shadows to wrap around the fish-shaped spirit. + +With a deep hum— "Om—"— the spectral fish trembled, its body shimmering in resistance. Though unintelligent, the Yin Cave spirit instinctively recognized the danger, and its raw survival instinct erupted like a tidal wave. + +Dark Yin power surged violently from its body, and the air thickened under the oppressive coldness. The very Yin Cave trembled, resonating with the spirit’s desperate struggle, and the entire rocky chamber quaked as if about to collapse. + +Max flinched at the rising waves of Yin energy and looked toward the cave’s mouth, where black mist rolled in furious tides. The shaking was growing stronger, and small stones fell from the jagged ceiling. + +"Quick, use your black flames to weaken its power!" the general barked, his voice sharp but unwavering even as his fingers tightened like iron around the struggling spiritual body. + +Max responded without hesitation. His eyes hardened, and with a deep breath, he summoned his black flames to their peak. Instantly, his entire body ignited in that deathly hue, like a figure of destruction cloaked in shadowy fire. The intense black flames roared outward, blazing toward the captured spirit and enveloping it with a suffocating heat that suppressed its Yin essence. + +A loud hiss erupted as the black flames made contact. The spectral fish thrashed violently, its body twisting and distorting under the restraining force, but it was no use. The black flames—pure, domineering, and innately suppressive of all Yin attributes—ate away at its power like fire melting snow. + +Almost immediately, the Yin turbulence in the cavern began to calm. The ground still trembled, but the violent surges threatening to burst from the cave’s mouth slowed and became manageable. + +"Good, just like that," the general said, his voice noticeably more relaxed now. "Keep suppressing it... I will erase its consciousness completely." + +The lines of black patterns on his jade-like face glimmered as he poured more power into his grip, weaving strange runic lights from his fingers. A terrifying spiritual pressure filled the space as he locked the Yin Cave spirit in place, forcing it to submit. + +"Buzz... buzz... buzz..." The captured spirit quivered in agony, black ripples surging chaotically from its small body. It still tried to break free, but each violent thrash only caused more of its essence to burn away under Max’s black flames. + +Max narrowed his eyes, focusing intently on holding the black flames steady. Even for him, this was exhausting, but seeing the spirit’s strength diminishing made him grit his teeth and endure it. + +The general’s aura darkened, more tyrannical than ever. "Once I erase its consciousness, this spirit will become a pure Yin essence. For my kind..." He glanced at Max with a knowing smirk, "...it is a supreme tonic. Otherwise, I would not have gone to such great lengths to find it here in secret domain." + +With one final pulse of his power, the general’s hands emitted an eerie light, and a deep, resonant hum filled the chamber as he began to tear the spiritual consciousness from the Yin Cave spirit. Its cries grew weaker and weaker, finally reduced to faint shivers in his grip. + +Max could only stare at the scene, a mix of awe and shock swirling in his chest. This was power beyond ordinary imagination—refining the will of a spiritual entity with bare hands, suppressing the essence of an ancient Yin Cave like it was nothing. + +Even so, he kept feeding his black flames into the process, unwilling to slack off even for a moment. + +After a while, the violent struggle of the Yin Cave spirit weakened, its form trembling lightly before falling completely still. With a soft, almost inaudible sound, the spiritual body shrank and merged into the general’s palm, disappearing entirely as though it had never existed. + +"Huh..." The general exhaled slowly, his voice carrying relief and satisfaction. Having successfully refined the spirit, he immediately turned toward the Yin Cave itself. Raising both hands, his palms glowed with deep black light as he gripped the very air, pulling at the Yin essence that poured endlessly from the cave’s core. + +Max felt it instantly—the biting cold in the air was fading, the oppressive Yin energy that once made Hidden Sound Valley so eerie and chilling was rapidly dissipating. The shadows clinging to the rocks, the gloomy mist covering the ground, and even the strange cold wind that whistled through the valley were all weakening. + +It became obvious to Max that the valley’s terrifying environment was largely due to the Yin Cave’s existence. Now, with both the Yin Cave’s spirit refined and its power being absorbed, this notorious place would soon be no different than an ordinary valley. + +"Alright." The general straightened, brushing his hands together as if he had finished the simplest of chores. The lingering negative energy around his body began to fade, and the black lines covering his jade-like face receded, leaving behind his earlier appearance—handsome, calm, and noble. + +If Max hadn’t witnessed everything himself, he would have found it impossible to believe this man was actually a Zombie King, a Divine Rank being of unimaginable power. + +Max was still marveling at the scene when the general turned to him and asked, "Boy, what’s your name?"𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +"Max," he answered quickly, his tone respectful but steady. + +"Max, huh? Good. This time, I was able to refine the Yin Cave and its spirit entirely because of your help." The general’s gaze softened, and for the first time, he spoke with solemn sincerity. "I will remember this favor and repay it in the future." + +Max shook his head hurriedly, saying, "Senior, you’re being too polite. Not only did you save my life, but you also gave me an opportunity to reach the peak of my realm. I should be the one thanking you." + +The general gave a deep, satisfied smile. "Good. I like people like you who understand gratitude and repay kindness." He waved his sleeve lightly, his voice filled with ease and authority. "Come, let’s leave this place." + +Max nodded without hesitation, casting one last glance at the now-quiet Yin Cave before following the general out of Hidden Sound Valley. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-886.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-886.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0933f52 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-886.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 880: Blue Soul Stage" +slug: "ch-886" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 886 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1022 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +About an hour after Max and the general had left, a figure emerged from a narrow crack in the cave wall. + +It was a young monk dressed in a simple cassock, his round face flushed and his belly protruding slightly with every hurried breath he took. His eyes darted nervously around the now-quiet valley, and a long sigh of relief escaped his lips as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. + +"That was far too close," he muttered under his breath, his voice carrying the lingering tremor of fear. "If I hadn’t suppressed my energy using that secret technique, I would have been discovered by that man." + +He paused, his brows furrowing as he recalled the scene he had just witnessed. "But who was that person? To be able to subdue the spirit of the Yin Cave so effortlessly... that kind of power isn’t something an ordinary cultivator could ever wield." + +A trace of regret flashed in his eyes as he glanced back at the Yin Cave that was now calm and lifeless. "What a pity... I had hoped to harvest some of the Yin energy here for my cultivation, but it seems I’ll have to find another place just as rich in Yin essence. Staying here any longer would be courting death." + +Shaking his head, the big-bellied monk tightened his cassock and leaped away from the valley, moving with surprising agility for someone of his size. His figure soon disappeared into the gray, gloomy sky of the secret domain. + +A few moments later, another figure stepped out from behind a large rock about a thousand feet away. It was Max, his face showing clear puzzlement as he watched the monk vanish into the distance.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +The general had long since departed, leaving Max alone to investigate something he had sensed earlier. When the general refined the Yin Cave and its spirit, Max had caught a faint trace of an energy that didn’t belong there—a pure, righteous Buddhist aura hidden deep within the Yin energy. + +This had intrigued him enough to stay behind and look deeper into it, and his suspicion had proven correct. The fat monk he had just seen was clearly a member of the Bright Buddha Palace, one of the renowned Buddhist sects known for cultivating pure, masculine Buddha power—the exact opposite of Yin energy. + +"Why would a member of the Bright Buddha Palace need Yin energy?" Max murmured to himself, frowning deeply. The contradiction gnawed at him, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t find an answer. + +All he could do was commit the image of the fat-headed, big-eared monk to memory. If fate allowed, he would investigate this matter later. + +For now, he shook his head, letting out a small sigh. There was no point dwelling on what he couldn’t solve at the moment. With that thought, Max turned and moved on, leaving Hidden Sound Valley behind. Half an hour later, he arrived at a jagged group of peaks, their edges sharp like blades cutting into the heavens. + +After a quick survey of the area, he located a secluded cave and stepped inside. + +The cave was dry and lifeless, its walls rough and barren, echoing faintly as Max stepped inside. The silence was heavy, broken only by his own measured breathing. Settling down in the center of the cave, he took out the two Soul-Nourishing Herbs he had obtained earlier. + +Each herb was about a foot long, its leaves sleek and sharp-edged, flashing with a faint black luster. A spiritual light shimmered faintly along its veins, and from it came a cold, soul-piercing aura, making the cave feel even chillier than before. + +Max studied them closely and frowned slightly. ’Still a little short of maturity...’ he thought, a bit disappointed. A fully mature Soul-Nourishing Herb could work wonders for one’s soul, but these were slightly underdeveloped. + +For better results, Max also took out several other soul-related herbs he had collected throughout the secret domain—minor spirit-nurturing flowers, faintly luminous ghost orchids, and a small stalk of dreamroot grass. He carefully placed them all into a refining vessel and began the process of purification. + +The herbs slowly melted down under his control, their spiritual essence merging into one. The vessel trembled lightly as Yin energy surged within, creating thin ripples of black light around it. + +An hour later, a thick, concentrated spiritual liquid formed inside, gleaming with a strange brilliance. Under the cool air of the cave, the liquid crystallized, turning into small black crystal blocks that emitted a soul-chilling Yin energy ten times stronger than the raw herbs. + +Max exhaled, calming his mind completely, before picking up one of the crystals and placing it into his mouth. He didn’t dare to devour them recklessly—these herbs were rare, and their effects limited. Instead, he slowly refined them, guiding the medicinal power through his body, carefully letting it seep into his soul. + +The process was long and meticulous, taking an entire day before every bit of the crystal blocks’ essence was absorbed. Finally, a brilliant blue light radiated from Max’s body, swirling gently around him like a protective aura. His soul, which had previously been tinged in faint green, now shone with pure azure brilliance. + +Slowly opening his eyes, Max clenched his fists, his expression bright with excitement. "Blue Soul Stage... finally achieved!" His voice trembled slightly, both relieved and exhilarated at the breakthrough. + +With that done, Max stretched out his hand, summoning the little rat from the Dimension of Spirit. + +"Squeak!" The little guy popped out, now completely recovered from its injuries. It immediately rubbed its small paws over its shriveled belly and squeaked at Max with an aggrieved expression. It had been inside the Dimension of Spirit for a long time without food, its small body clearly craving sustenance. + +Max chuckled softly at the sight, then casually tossed two fifth-rank beast cores toward it. "Here, eat up." + +The little rat squeaked happily and began crunching through the cores, chewing in big mouthfuls. Max smiled at its voracious appetite, then said, "Little guy, I want to practice my techniques now. Protect me while I train." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-887.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-887.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c4d41e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-887.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 881: Pure Yang Mountain" +slug: "ch-887" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 887 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1059 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The rat paused for a moment, glanced up at him, then rolled its bright eyes mischievously and stretched out its small claws. Max could practically feel its intent. + +"Greedy rat," he muttered with a helpless laugh, before taking out two additional beast cores of the fifth level of Legend Rank and tossing them over. Only then did the little rat nod in satisfaction and sit by the entrance of the cave like a tiny guardian, still nibbling happily on its payment. + +Max smiled faintly, reassured, then sat cross-legged once again. With a flip of his palm, a dark blue book appeared in his hand, its surface faintly glowing with mysterious energy. This was the technique he had obtained from Jake—the One Step Mile. + +He placed the book gently in front of him, his eyes filled with determination. "Time to master this." + +After his intense battle with the woman named Nell from the Void Soul Tower, Max’s determination solidified like steel. He had realized during their clash how terrifying a true speed expert could be, and how dangerous it was to be on the slower end of such a fight. That day, he made up his mind—he would master the movement technique he had obtained from Jake, the One Step Mile, no matter how long it took. + +Max believed that once he perfected this technique, combined with his own speed-enhancing abilities, his movement speed would easily reach the peak of Legend Rank, perhaps even surpass it in certain bursts. The thought alone filled him with a fiery excitement and urgency. + +With that resolve, Max entered his Dimension of Time, where time flowed many times faster than the outside world. Inside, he immersed himself completely in training, focusing solely on comprehending every subtle detail of the One Step Mile—its unique footwork, its energy circulation, and the strange balance it required between explosive power and delicate control. + +Days inside passed like water through a broken jar, and soon ten days had gone by—ten days inside the Dimension of Time, equivalent to several centuries of outside effort. + +In the real world, it had been one and a half months since Max had stepped into the secret domain. + +At this moment, Max stood inside the Dimension of Time, surrounded by shimmering mana lights that circled him like ribbons of rainbow silk. His steps blurred with afterimages as he tested the perfected footwork, his movements appearing like flowing water and at times like flashes of lightning. + +When he finally stopped, those rainbow lights condensed into sharp, scale-like patterns under his feet before dissipating into nothingness. + +Max opened his eyes, a proud smile spreading across his face. After ten days of tireless effort, or rather years within this isolated dimension, he had finally pushed the One Step Mile to perfection. + +He could now traverse entire stretches of land with a single step, moving faster than most peak Legend Rank experts could even perceive. This mastery brought him newfound confidence, both in his survival and his killing ability. + +"Squeak!" + +The familiar cry pulled him from his thoughts. The little Treasure-Seeking Rat had scurried over, its big, round eyes sparkling as it stretched out its tiny paws toward him, clearly demanding its reward—elixirs or beast cores, as usual.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +Max stared at it speechlessly, rubbing his forehead. "You... seriously, are you ever full? Even if I had a spiritual medicine garden with endless herbs, I doubt I could keep up with your appetite." Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. This greedy little guy, after all, was the key to finding treasures and elixirs in this dangerous secret domain. + +With a resigned sigh, Max pulled out ten fifth-rank Legend Rank beast cores and handed them over. The little Rat squeaked happily, hugging the cores like precious jewels before digging in voraciously. + +Max, however, couldn’t help but notice something else. "Hey... wait a second. You leveled up?" His eyes narrowed as he focused on the aura radiating from the little creature. Sure enough, it had grown significantly stronger, its energy now that of a fourth-level Legend Rank beast. + +The little Rat paused long enough to nod proudly before continuing to munch on the cores, clearly placing food above all else, including Max himself. + +Max let out a laugh that was half amused and half envious. First it was Blob, his spirit, awakening mysterious powers through "metamorphosis," and now even this little Rat was advancing effortlessly just by eating beast cores. ’Truly, gods favor some species far too much,’ he thought bitterly. + +Still, he wasn’t about to let it laze around. "Alright, little guy, you’ve eaten. Now it’s time to work. Go find me more elixirs—we’re running low on beast cores because of you." + +The little Rat let out an indignant squeak, but in the end, it spun around and scampered out, its nose twitching as it began searching for new treasures. Max smiled faintly, then stood up, his body brimming with energy and confidence. + +With One Step Mile perfected and the Rat ready to search for more opportunities, he was more prepared than ever to dominate this secret domain. + +Two days later, following the sharp senses of the little Treasure-Seeking Rat, Max had already collected an impressive haul of spiritual medicines. The little creature had eaten so much that its round belly looked like it might burst, yet it still scurried around sniffing for treasures with boundless energy. + +On the third day, Max decided it was time to move deeper into the secret domain. He picked up the little Rat, who squeaked in protest at being disturbed from its post-meal nap, and together they headed for the inner region. + +According to the map given to him by the elders, their next destination was a place known as Pure Yang Mountain—a region famed for its scorching yang energy and rare yang-attributed treasures. + +Pure Yang Mountain lay far to the east of the inner area of the secret domain, and it took Max two full days of travel before he finally stood at its borders. Though called a "mountain," it was, in truth, an enormous mountain range stretching more than ten miles across, its peaks stabbing into the sky like the backs of sleeping giants. + +The entire range was covered in dense, lush vegetation, while the roars and howls of powerful beasts echoed from within, a natural warning to any unprepared intruder. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-888.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-888.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d8f755f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-888.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 882: Pure Yang Flower" +slug: "ch-888" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 888 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1059 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped into the range without hesitation, the little Rat perched firmly on his shoulder. The creature, born for treasure hunting, wasted no time—it sniffed the air, twitched its whiskers, and darted off at remarkable speed, forcing Max to keep pace. + +Under its expert guidance, Max quickly located multiple patches of valuable herbs, including several fourth-grade and even a rare fifth-grade spiritual medicine. + +Of course, Pure Yang Mountain wasn’t unguarded. Many ferocious beasts, drawn to the yang energy of this land, prowled near the herbs. A large crimson-furred wolf lunged at Max at one point, and another time a massive scaled lizard tried to ambush him from above. Yet none posed any real threat. + +Max’s sword gleamed with deadly precision, cutting down monster after monster with little effort. + +"Puff!" Another beast fell, its blood dyeing the ground as Max reached down and plucked a fifth-grade spiritual medicine from its nest. + +"Little guy," Max said, turning to the Rat, "can you sense where the yang energy is the strongest?" + +The yang-attributed herbs he sought—especially the rare Pure Yang Jasmine—thrived in dry areas where yang energy was at its peak. + +The little Rat squeaked and leapt to his shoulder, sniffing and turning its head in different directions. After a moment of consideration, it pointed its tiny paw firmly toward the east. + +Max followed its gaze and immediately spotted an enormous peak towering above the rest, its height easily surpassing a thousand feet. It was the highest mountain in the entire Pure Yang range, its summit hidden in the sunlight like a golden blade piercing the heavens. + +"How could I have forgotten something so obvious?" Max smacked his forehead and chuckled at his own oversight. The highest peak would naturally have the densest yang energy, and with it, the best chance of finding the Pure Yang Jasmine. + +Without wasting another moment, Max leapt into motion, his figure flashing through the forest as he made his way toward the great mountain. + +Along the way, he encountered more beasts—a pair of massive steel-fanged bears blocking the path, a pride of golden-maned lions defending their territory—but each one fell beneath his blade in quick succession. His recent improvements, coupled with his mastery of One Step Mile, made him unstoppable against ordinary creatures of the region. + +At last, Max reached the foot of the towering mountain, pausing only briefly to glance up at its steep cliffs and sunlit ridges. "Little guy, find me that elixir," he said, glancing at the Rat expectantly. + +The little Rat nodded, sniffing deeply at the hot, dry air. After a few moments, it scurried to the left, then circled back, finally pointing decisively toward the far side of the mountain. + +Max smiled faintly, adjusted his grip on his sword, and followed. Soon, the mountain’s other side came into view—a wide valley draped in vibrant green vegetation, brimming with vitality despite the overwhelming yang energy. + +The air was heavy and warm, thick with the scent of growing life, and as Max stepped deeper into the valley, he faintly heard the soothing sound of spring water trickling somewhere ahead. + +His eyes narrowed slightly as he advanced cautiously. ’A spring in a place like this? That could mean something extraordinary is growing nearby.’ + +After walking only a few hundred feet deeper into the valley, Max finally found what he had been searching for. Across a clear pond, resting on a small patch of soil jutting out like a miniature island, was a flower unlike anything else he had seen in this secret domain. + +It was no larger than the size of his palm, yet it radiated a golden glow that lit up its surroundings as though sunlight itself had been trapped within its petals. Each petal was shaped with elegant symmetry, layered like delicate blades of light. Its slender stem shimmered faintly, as if crafted from both gold and jade, thin and proud yet brimming with energy. + +"Pure Yang Flower?" Max whispered, his eyes brightening instantly, a rare smile tugging at his lips. This was one of the rarest treasures of yang energy he could have hoped to find here. + +According to the technique of Star Flame Art, it was said that this flower could be used as one of the substitute catalysts for practicing the Star Flame Art. + +While it was nowhere near enough to unlock the full potential of that technique—true mastery required the elusive energy of the stars themselves—it was still an incredible start. With this flower, he could at least practice ten percent of the Star Flame Art’s true power, giving him a powerful edge even without the elusive star energy. + +Suppressing the rush of excitement in his chest, Max’s eyes grew cold and alert. Experience told him there was no such thing as an unguarded spiritual herb, and something as rare as the Pure Yang Flower would certainly be protected by a formidable guardian beast. + +He activated his Three Dimensional Body, scanning every inch of the surrounding area and the pond before him. The result surprised him—there were no visible traces of any beast lying in wait. No heartbeat. No energy signature. Nothing that would indicate danger. + +"Could this place really be unguarded?" Max muttered, a faint frown creasing his brow. It was too suspicious, but the lure of the Pure Yang Flower was too great to ignore. He tightened his grip on the Blue Dragon Sword and stepped lightly onto the pond’s surface, walking across with a speed that left no ripples behind. + +He was just a few steps away from plucking the Pure Yang Flower when his instincts suddenly screamed at him. A colossal black shadow surged up from beneath the clear waters, moving with terrifying speed. + +"Not good!" + +The water erupted like a geyser, and from it emerged the massive head of a giant python, its mouth wide enough to swallow a man whole. Its scales glistened with an oily black sheen, and its cold, glossy eyes radiated pure killing intent. + +Max’s eyes widened in shock—not just because of its size but because the forked tongue it flicked out was pitch black, and even its fangs dripped with a venom so thick it distorted the air around it. + +He didn’t hesitate. With a sharp twist of his body, Max unleashed a lightning-fast slash from the Blue Dragon Sword, aiming to cleave straight through the snake’s head. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-889.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-889.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cdc5846 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-889.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 883: Three Headed Dragon" +slug: "ch-889" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 889 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But before his blade could land, the pond below churned violently again, and to his horror, two more massive heads burst from the depths. + +Each head radiated thick waves of energy, the kind only seen in the strongest apex beasts. But this one... this one was even worse. The oppressive aura it emitted wasn’t just at the level of a high Legend Rank beast—it was at the peak of the Legend Rank. + +"Damn it!" Max’s expression hardened instantly. He could sense the sheer lethality of this creature; even one head at this level would have been a challenge, but three acting in unison made it far deadlier. + +The beast hissed furiously, opening all three maws wide as it spewed forth thick plumes of black poisonous gas, rushing at Max from both flanks and head-on. The venom was so cold and corrosive that even the air hissed as it passed through, eating away at the vitality of the surrounding vegetation. + +Max’s pupils contracted sharply. ’Poison too?’ This was no ordinary beast—it had been nourished by something unnatural, perhaps the same yang energy that birthed the Pure Yang Flower itself, twisting its essence into this horrifying guardian. + +Without another thought, Max abandoned the flower entirely, retreating with explosive speed as his body blurred back across the pond. The Black Dragon Sword spun defensively in his hand, cutting apart strands of poison as he retreated. + +"So it’s guarded after all... and by a peak Legend Rank monster at that," Max muttered grimly as his feet touched solid ground again. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, both from shock and the rush of excitement that always came from facing such lethal opponents. + +This was no ordinary find. The Pure Yang Flower was indeed extraordinary—but so too was the danger that came with it. + +"ROAAR!" + +Suddenly a roar came from nowhere all of a sudden. + +The roar shook the air like thunder, and before Max could even catch his breath, the three massive heads lunged at him, jaws wide enough to swallow him whole. + +Each head moved with terrifying precision, their black fangs dripping venom that sizzled as it touched the ground. At the same time, the creature’s colossal body surged out of the pool, sending waves crashing against the rocky banks and scattering debris in every direction. + +Max froze for a split second, his mind reeling as he finally saw the beast in its entirety. He had assumed there were three separate giant pythons hiding in the pond, but this was something far worse. This was one single entity—a monstrous serpent with three fully-formed heads, each as deadly as the other. + +And then it clicked in his mind. ’A three-headed black dragon...?’ + +The words escaped his lips in shock. Among serpent-type monsters, there were legends of multi-headed beasts—the most famous being the nine-headed Hydra that terrorized ancient lands—but such creatures were exceedingly rare, their power leagues above their single-headed counterparts. + +Even among these legends, the three-headed black dragon was infamous, said to possess the strength and resilience of a true dragon, its scales impervious to ordinary weapons and its breath steeped in deathly venom. + +Max’s scalp tingled just imagining the level of danger he was now facing. This was no ordinary peak Legend Rank beast—this was one of the apex predators of the monster world. + +The monster roared again, unleashing thick clouds of pitch-black poison from all three mouths as it lunged forward like a rolling storm. The black gas spread instantly, devouring all life it touched, even corroding the very rocks it swept past. + +Max’s face turned grim, and he didn’t hesitate for a moment. The Blue Dragon Sword in his hands hummed to life as he instantly invoked the Severing Flow Sword Art, channeling his level 2 Severing Sword Concept into dozens of lethal arcs of sword energy that howled through the air toward the wall of poison. + +The collision was catastrophic. Sword arcs met the rolling poison clouds—and shattered instantly. The black gas was so dense and corrosive that even his concept-powered sword energy disintegrated like fragile glass. + +Max’s expression darkened, a cold chill spreading across his spine. ’This poison... it’s stronger than I thought!’ + +"Magic Sword Excalibur!" he roared, wasting no time in escalating his power. His sword flashed upward as a massive golden sword materialized above, blazing like a miniature sun, tearing through the yin-heavy air with divine brilliance. With a sharp command, he brought it crashing down on the three-headed monster. + +But what happened next nearly stopped his heart. The three heads roared as one, their muscles coiling and releasing with devastating power. They slammed into the incoming golden sword, their combined force so overwhelming that the attack was deflected midair. + +"Bang!" + +The impact echoed like an earthquake, shockwaves rippling through the entire clearing. The giant golden sword spun away, crashing into the trees behind, while Max himself was blasted backward by the backlash. He slammed into the grass, rolling several feet before skidding to a stop, but he wasn’t injured. + +"Squeak!" The little Rat, startled by the sheer power of the enemy, rushed over, panic in its bright eyes. It chirped anxiously, as if asking if he was alive. + +Max waved it off calmly. "I’m fine... Run!" he shouted, his voice laced with urgency. + +Because the nightmare was far from over. + +The three-headed black dragon had now fully emerged from the pool. Its body was as thick as an ancient tree trunk, easily ten feet wide, its entire length stretching for dozens of feet like an endless black serpent of death. Its scales gleamed like armor forged from black steel, reflecting a faint eerie glow as yin energy oozed from every part of its body. + +Each of its three heads rose high into the air, glaring down at Max and the little Rat like a predator savoring its prey. + +Then, with a thunderous crack of its massive tail against the ground, all three heads struck simultaneously, their maws snapping shut with bone-crushing force as they lunged to devour both him and his companion in one swift motion. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-89.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-89.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..88b2fad --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-89.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 89: Black Clouds and Red Lightning" +slug: "ch-89" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 89 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1341 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The shopkeeper brought an old wooden shield and placed it in front of Max. + +Max inspected it for a moment. "This will do good," he muttered as he placed the rune he had drawn on the shield. + +Holding the shield, Max turned to Alice. "Attack it with your sword." + +Alice nodded, drew her sword, and swung it down onto the shield. + +Clang! + +The shield vibrated slightly after the attack but didn’t break. It easily withstood the force of her strike. + +"See that? I win," Max said, grinning. + +Lily pouted, her expression shifting several times before she slammed five chaos stones down in front of Max. "Humph! It’s only five stones, do you think I care?" she said with disdain. + +"Never mind then." Max smiled gleefully as he shamelessly took the five chaos stones. + +Lily almost teared up at the sight. As a runemaster herself, she knew how valuable those stones were, and now she had just given them away to this bully. + +"Lily, let’s go get something to eat," Alice said, noticing Lily’s face. Having known her for years, Alice understood how easily Lily could cry. + +Lily nodded, but her expression became fierce as she pointed at Max. "But I won’t go if this bully comes with us!" + +Max felt the sting of her words but maintained his composure. With a calm smile, he replied, "Alright, you two can go ahead and eat on your own. I’ll stay here and draw some more runes today." + +Alice nodded to Max before leaving the room with Lily. + +The old man with yellow hair turned to Max at that moment. "If you had made her cry, I would’ve accidentally killed you." With those words, he too left the room, quietly following his granddaughter. + +"Is he joking?" Max asked the shopkeeper, feeling extremely nervous as he had nearly made Lily cry. + +The shopkeeper smiled at Max. "He is Garrison Ashford, one of the strongest men in the entire East Region, but he is very doting toward his granddaughter. There have been several cases where he went berserk over people who made her cry." + +Max sweat profusely upon hearing this. _Damn, I was playing with fire just a moment ago._ + +"Until you are given the title of rank 1 runemaster, you cannot claim to be one. This is against the law of the Rune Tower," the shopkeeper said, warning Max. "If you want a place to draw runes in peace, the Rune Tower has several such areas." + +Max nodded in understanding. "Alright, I’ll stay here for a few days. How much are the materials?" + +The shopkeeper thought for a moment. "That will be a thousand UNI," he said, tapping his holowatch. + +Max nodded and paid him through his holowatch. Just then, Viola entered the room. + +"He is a future rank 1 runemaster. Show him a place where he can peacefully draw runes," the shopkeeper ordered Viola. + +Viola nodded and turned to Max. "Follow me, distinguished guest." + +Max nodded and followed her. Viola led him to the topmost floor, where they reached a garden. The peaceful garden had a blue sky above, and from its edge, the entire view of Central City was visible. + +"Master, you can either use this garden or the room beside it," Viola said politely. + +"Alright, you can go now," Max said in satisfaction as he admired the peaceful nature of the garden. + +Viola nodded before leaving. + +Crackle! Crackle! Crackle! + +However, before she had fully left the garden, the blue sky above them suddenly darkened with ominous black clouds. Red lightning bolts began to strike one after another, creating a deafening noise and lighting up the area with an eerie glow. + +"What’s going on?" Max muttered, finding the situation strange. The sky had changed from blue to black so quickly—one moment it was clear, and the next, it was dark with swirling clouds. + +Just then, Max witnessed something that sent a chill down his spine. + +At the far end of the city, vines as thick as buildings suddenly sprouted from the ground, countless in number. They rose to the sky, tearing open a crack in the void. + +Max’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the scene. + +"What the hell?!" he cursed in pure shock, but he hadn’t yet seen true horror. + +From the crack in the void, monsters began to pour out in large numbers—long centipedes, hundreds of wolf-like creatures, many flying monsters, and more. They poured out, continuing to emerge from the rift. + +Max was blown away by the sight. He had never seen anything like it. + +"What is this? Is this a dungeon break or something?" Max wondered as he looked at the sky, now filled with flying monsters. + +At that moment, a transparent dome began to materialize around the crack, its shimmering surface glinting faintly as it expanded to seal off the area. The barrier pulsed with ethereal energy, attempting to contain the chaos spilling out. + +However, it was too late. + +Numerous monsters, both flying and ground-bound, had already managed to escape the dome’s range before it was fully formed. The airborne creatures scattered in all directions, their wings slicing through the sky like dark specters, while the creatures on the ground surged forward with relentless speed, spreading chaos and destruction as they went. + +The dome shimmered resolutely, trapping the remaining horde within, but the escaped monsters were already too far away for it to contain them, leaving the city and surrounding regions in a state of dread and turmoil. + +Just then, Max’s holowatch rang. He turned to see a notification from the guild. + +’It’s an announcement from the guild,’ Max thought as he read the content of the message. + +[F Rank Hunters handle the Novice Rank monsters, E Rank Hunters handle the Apprentice Rank monsters, and so on. The rewards are as follows…] + +Max was surprised by how swiftly the guild had responded. It wasn’t even a minute after the dungeon break, and they were already ready with an announcement. + +"I’ll take care of the Apprentice Rank monsters that escaped the dome." He muttered as he saw many flying monsters heading toward their region. However, he also saw many hunters already fighting them, stopping them before they could get any further. + +Max observed them for a moment before choosing his target. It was a centipede the size of a bus, with the strength of a level 5 Apprentice Rank. It was burrowing in and out of the ground so swiftly that the hunters had a hard time attacking it. + +Seeing that, Max turned to Viola. "I’m going to hunt some monsters," he said before jumping from the tower. + +"No!" Viola screamed as she saw him leap off. She rushed to the edge, only to see him rocketing toward the horde of monsters. + +She sighed in relief upon seeing that he could fly and headed back to notify the shopkeeper. Explore more at freewebnovel + +It didn’t take long for Max to reach the monster horde. It wasn’t far from the dome where the other monsters were trapped. + +Floating above the horde with his Sky Float skill, he looked down at the chaos happening on the ground while keeping an eye on his surroundings in the air with his Three Dimensional Body skill. + +Seeing no flying monsters targeting him, Max aimed at the centipede from above. A small sword formed at his finger, glowing with bluish light. + +Just as the centipede emerged from the ground, Max launched his attack. + +The blue sword shot forward like a bullet, striking the centipede’s carapace, entering from its head and emerging from its tail, splitting it in half. + +"Watch out!" A shout reached Max’s ears. In that exact moment, his _Three Dimensional Body_ skill detected a figure blurring toward him. It was moving too fast, and before he could react, it appeared right in front of him, its fist poised to strike. + +Max immediately activated his Omni Guard skill. A spherical force field enveloped him, causing the figure’s strike to hit the shield and send it flying down like a missile. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-890.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-890.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1aca742 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-890.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 884: Others" +slug: "ch-890" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 890 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Let’s go," Max muttered under his breath, retreating with quick, decisive steps. The three-headed black dragon before him radiated an oppressive aura, its very presence bending the air with lethal intent. + +This was no ordinary beast—it was a peak Legend Rank expert among demon beasts, a nightmare for most cultivators. Even with the little Rat by his side, Max knew they stood no chance if it came down to a direct fight. + +It wasn’t fear that made him back off, but calculated restraint; there were bigger plans forming in his mind for this beast. + +The dragon’s value was immense. Max’s eyes had already caught the subtle signs—the unique shimmer across its scales and the way its energy fluctuated unnaturally to Max. If his instincts were correct, the creature’s body carried draconic essences, precious beyond compare. He was determined to obtain them; it was simply a matter of time and execution. + +Luckily, the three-headed black dragon didn’t pursue. Instead, its colossal serpentine body slithered back into the shimmering pool behind it, curling protectively around a Pure Yang Flower blooming serenely at the center. + +It raised its heads high, let out a reverberating roar, and stared coldly at Max, clearly issuing a warning to retreat and not approach any closer. + +Max stopped in his tracks, exhaling a silent breath of relief. If the beast had attacked them recklessly, it would have forced him into a desperate situation he wasn’t yet prepared for. + +’A demon beast of peak Legend Rank with that level of intelligence...’ he thought, narrowing his eyes. The fact that it chose to guard the flower instead of giving chase only reinforced its intelligence and cunning.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +But Max’s mind was already working ahead of the moment. "I need to drag it out of the pool... force it to chase me," he thought, analyzing every angle. "If it retreats mid-fight and returns to the water, I’ll be fighting at a disadvantage—and in its domain, no less. That would be suicide." + +His jaw tightened as he glanced at the Pure Yang Flower. Its fragile nature added another layer of complication. If their battle damaged or destroyed it, it would be a loss so great that even victory would taste like failure. + +He needed a foolproof plan, one that ensured the dragon’s death while keeping the precious flower intact. + +As he contemplated strategies, his Three-Dimensional Body pulsed faintly, an instinctive warning spreading through his senses. Someone was approaching—multiple someones. "Presences...?" Max muttered, his eyes narrowing. + +A distant howl echoed through the forest, confirming his suspicion. He turned his head sharply and saw vague silhouettes flickering between the trees, fast and purposeful. His expression shifted several times, and then hardened. Without wasting another moment, he grabbed the little Rat and darted silently through the forest, finding cover nearly three hundred feet away. + +He crouched low, his breathing controlled, his mind sharpening like a blade. With a thought, his blue soul surged outward, covering his presence entirely, masking every trace of his energy. His concealment technique was near flawless; unless someone with soul power vastly superior to his happened to pass by, they wouldn’t be able to sense him at all. + +"Swish, swish, swish—" + +The sound of movement broke through the stillness as five young men entered his line of sight. They were well-dressed, clearly not common wanderers but cultivators from a major force, their manner sharp and disciplined. + +Max’s gaze swept over the five figures, but when his eyes landed on the handsome young man standing to the left, he froze for a brief moment + +That face, that presence—he could never forget it. Who else could it be but Arnold? A sharp glint flickered in Max’s eyes, and a wave of cold murderous intent rippled through him like a blade drawn from its sheath. + +Arnold, a 3-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, was not only talented but also infamous for his caution and ruthlessness. Max had experienced it firsthand, had seen how cunningly Arnold acted and how viciously he struck Max by making almost every person in the secret domain wanting to kill Max + +That type of person was dangerous, the kind who always left venom in their wake. And Max had long wanted to rid himself of such a threat. The desire to kill Arnold surged in his heart, fierce and unforgiving. + +But then, as Max quietly sensed Arnold’s aura, his expression darkened slightly. Arnold’s strength had grown since their last encounter. He had actually advanced to the 7th level of the Legend Rank. + +The other four cultivators at Arnold’s side were formidable as well. Two radiated the powerful auras of 6th level Legend Rank experts, while the remaining two were at the 3rd and 4th levels respectively. + +They were clearly a well-prepared team, not some random group wandering into danger. And given their arrival here, it was obvious why they had come—there was only one thing in this place worthy of such talent gathering together: the Pure Yang Flower. + +Max’s expression grew heavier. "This is not good..." he muttered in his mind. Five geniuses from the Thunder Monarch Hall was a complication he hadn’t anticipated, and their arrival made his original plan even riskier. + +But then his eyes shifted slightly toward the pool where the massive silhouette of the three-headed black dragon lingered beneath the water, still guarding the Pure Yang Flower. + +"They can’t handle that beast..." Max thought, his lips curving faintly. "The three-headed black dragon has the strength of a peak Legend Rank expert. Even with their numbers, it won’t be easy. No... it’ll be hell for them." + +A different kind of thought began to form in Max’s mind, dark and calculating. ’And if they actually succeed in killing it...’ His lips curled into a faint, almost evil smile. ’Then I can take everything once they’re worn down... including the Pure Yang Flower.’ + +Quietly, Max crouched deeper into his hiding spot, carefully studying Arnold and his group, every movement, every shift of aura, memorizing their formation and habits. He would wait and watch. + +Meanwhile, the group of five had spotted the flower themselves. "There are indeed Pure Yang Flowers here," one of them exclaimed, joy lighting up their faces. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-891.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-891.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e0ff5e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-891.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 885: Dying to get treasures" +slug: "ch-891" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 891 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1301 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Arnold’s eyes brightened, but his voice carried the weight of authority and experience. "Junior Brother Dustin, Junior Brother Corey, be careful. There must be a monster nearby." His tone was sharp, clearly aware that something as precious as a Pure Yang Flower would never be left unguarded in a place like this. + +"It’s fine," Dustin replied with a careless grin, the young man’s confidence bordering on arrogance. "With Senior Brother Devon and Senior Brother Rick here, even if there is a monster, we have nothing to fear." Corey nodded in agreement, looking equally unbothered by the warning. + +Arnold, however, frowned slightly. "Even so, we still need to be careful." + +The tall and broad-shouldered young man standing to Arnold’s left, Devon, waved his hand casually and smiled. "Junior Brother Arnold is right. It’s best to remain cautious about everything. Better safe than sorry." + +Rick, standing on the opposite side, swept his eyes across the surroundings, scanning the trees and water cautiously. "You two," he said, motioning toward Dustin and Corey, "go pick the Pure Yang Flowers together. Junior Brother Devon and I will stand guard on both sides." + +"Good," Devon said firmly, giving his approval for Dustin and Corey to move forward. + +The two young men nodded in unison, their expressions tense but determined. They quickly activated their protective shields, shimmering layers of vital essence that glowed faintly around their bodies, and began cautiously moving toward the pool where the Pure Yang Flower bloomed in serene stillness. + +But just as they neared the edge of the pool, an ominous rumble echoed from beneath the surface. The entire body of water trembled violently, ripples spreading out like shockwaves. + +Then, with a deafening roar that shook the forest and reached the skies, a massive figure erupted from the depths. + +Three serpentine necks surged upward, each supporting a dragon’s ferocious head, scales glistening black as ink and eyes burning like crimson lanterns. The three-headed black dragon, guardian of the Pure Yang Flower, had revealed itself in all its terrifying might. + +Its three mouths opened wide, lined with jagged fangs glinting coldly. A foul, bloody mist sprayed from its throats as it roared again, the sound making the very air quake. + +In the next instant, its heads lunged forward in perfect unison, swooping down like bolts of black lightning and targeting the two young cultivators. + +"Careful!" Dustin shouted, his eyes widening in horror as he instantly realized the danger. His spiritual shield flared brighter as he retreated as fast as he could, his feet pushing against the ground with desperate force. He called out to Corey, who had been just a step behind him. + +But Corey never had a chance. The three-headed black dragon’s speed was monstrous, far exceeding what either of them had expected. One of its enormous heads shot forward, jaws snapping shut around Corey before he could even turn around.𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 + +The sound of crushing bones echoed chillingly, and when the dragon raised its head again, Corey was simply gone—swallowed whole, leaving not even a drop of blood behind. + +The sight turned Dustin’s face ashen, draining the color from his features. His eyes reflected sheer terror as he screamed, "Brother Devon, save me!" His voice cracked, his panic evident, as he tried to retreat further from the creature’s terrifying reach. + +"A three-headed black dragon?!" Devon’s voice was sharp with shock. He and Rick, who had been guarding the perimeter, froze for half a heartbeat before their expressions hardened in grim realization. + +The three-headed black dragon was a rare and terrifying beast, its aura unmistakable. And this one wasn’t just any ordinary dragon—it was at the peak of the Legend Rank, its strength surpassing even their own combined power. + +But Dustin was their junior brother, and despite the terror gripping them, leaving him to die was unthinkable. Gritting their teeth, Devon and Rick drew their weapons, spiritual energy erupting from their bodies as they launched forward, determined to save him. + +Yet they had underestimated the dragon’s terrifying speed and precision. Even as they moved, the beast’s three heads twisted like striking snakes, surrounding Dustin from every direction. His shield cracked under the overwhelming pressure of their combined force. One head lunged straight down, jaws wide, and clamped over Dustin’s torso. + +"Ahhh!" Dustin screamed, his voice ringing with desperation as he slashed wildly, trying to resist, but it was hopeless. The dragon’s teeth closed with a sickening click, severing his head cleanly from his body. + +The headless corpse fell limply from mid-air, spiraling downward before hitting the ground with a thud, blood gushing in thick streams. The crimson spray splattered across the pool’s surface, dyeing the clear water a deep, chilling red. + +"Junior Brother Dustin?!" Devon’s voice cracked as he screamed, the words choked with disbelief and fury. Both he and Rick stopped mid-step, their faces twisted with rage and horror at the gruesome scene unfolding before them. + +The stench of blood, the sight of their brother’s lifeless body, and the monstrous dragon’s low, guttural growl ignited their killing intent like a blazing inferno. Their eyes locked on the three-headed black dragon, filled with anger and a thirst for vengeance. + +Arnold, who had been standing behind the group, was momentarily frozen when the monstrous figure fully emerged from the pool. His pupils shrank as he stared at the beast before him. He had anticipated that there would be some sort of guardian here—after all, a treasure as rare as the Pure Yang Flower could not possibly be left unprotected—but he had never imagined it would be this. + +A three-headed black dragon, and not just any variant, but one that had reached the absolute peak of the Legend Rank. Even among guardian beasts, this was an apex predator, a nightmare for most cultivators. + +As he processed what he was seeing, the situation ahead escalated. Devon and Rick, perhaps acting on instinct rather than reason, charged forward, their weapons flashing with spiritual light as they tried to stop the dragon from killing another member of their team. + +Arnold’s heart lurched in alarm, and he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Senior Brother Devon, Senior Brother Rick, retreat quickly! That beast’s strength is at the Peak of the Legend Rank—you’ll die if you engage it head-on!" + +His words were like a sudden bucket of ice water dumped over their heads, dousing whatever reckless courage had propelled them forward. The chill of reality sank in. No matter how skilled they were, they were still only at the 6th level of the Legend Rank. + +Against a three-headed black dragon at the peak of the Legend Rank, the difference in strength was as vast as heaven and earth. Charging in wasn’t bravery—it was suicide. + +They stumbled back, their faces pale as they reassessed their situation, and for a moment, survival outweighed vengeance. But the dragon was already enraged, its fury initially provoked by Max’s earlier intrusion and now intensified by these newcomers attempting to snatch the Pure Yang Flower it had sworn to protect. + +With a deafening roar, the creature lunged forward, three heads weaving like striking serpents, and unleashed a surge of poisonous gas so thick and foul it was like a rolling river of death. The miasma surged straight toward Devon and Rick, the air instantly becoming saturated with a choking, corrosive stench that burned the lungs. + +However, Devon was no ordinary cultivator. Though shaken, he still retained his composure—battle experience had sharpened his reactions. He gritted his teeth, drew a deep breath, and slammed his palms forward with all his strength. + +Golden-brown mana burst from his hands, twisting and solidifying into form. In an instant, an ochre-colored monument of hardened spiritual energy rose before him, like a slab of rock carved from the earth itself, standing as a shield between him and the oncoming wave of poison. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-892.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-892.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1c64dde --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-892.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 886: Futile Efforts" +slug: "ch-892" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 892 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1026 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At the same time, Rick, gritting his teeth against the pressure of the dragon’s poisonous aura, thrust out his spear with all his strength. Spiritual power surged from his core and poured into the weapon, making it glow faintly as he channeled every bit of energy he could muster. + +With a sharp whistle, the spear shot out like a bolt fired from a massive crossbow, cutting through the air in a straight and deadly line toward one of the dragon’s heads. + +But the three-headed black dragon was far stronger and faster than either Rick or Devon had anticipated. With a single, violent coil of its heads, it exhaled another wave of thick, rolling poisonous gas. The venomous mist struck the ochre earthen tablet Devon had conjured earlier, shattering it into crumbling pieces before it even finished solidifying. + +The poison then swirled further outward, enveloping the flying spear and knocking it back with such force that it spiraled uncontrollably before embedding itself into a distant tree trunk with a deep metallic thunk. + +A guttural, ear-splitting roar erupted from all three of the dragon’s heads as it suddenly lunged out of the pool, its massive body cutting through the water like a blade. Its obsidian scales gleamed with a terrifying luster under the faint light, and as it surged forward, its powerful tail whipped upward from the pool like a living beam of black light. + +The sheer size of the tail dwarfed the experts, and the sound it made as it cut through the air was like the crack of a giant whip tearing through the void. + +Two deafening bang-bang impacts followed immediately after, as the tail slammed into Devon and Rick with bone-shattering force. The pair had barely any time to react before they were flung away like rag dolls, their protective spiritual shields cracking under the enormous impact. They crashed heavily into the ground, rolling several times before coming to a halt. + +Blood sprayed from their mouths in great gouts, painting the ground beneath them crimson as their bodies trembled from the impact. + +But neither man dared to stay down. They ignored their internal injuries, forcing themselves to roll over and scramble backward in a desperate retreat. For a moment, the looming shadow of the three-headed dragon enveloped them, its eyes flashing with a cold, predatory gleam. + +One wrong move, one second too slow, and they would be devoured whole just like their junior brothers. + +Fortunately, at that very moment, Arnold, who had quickly assessed the situation, rushed to the far side of the pool, deliberately making an exaggerated gesture as if to grab the Pure Yang Flowers. The three-headed black dragon’s eyes immediately shifted, fury twisting its three jaws as it turned away from Devon and Rick. + +With a thunderous roar, it lunged back toward the pool, coiling protectively around the flowers it considered its own, its three heads poised like an unyielding wall of death to guard them. + +Devon and Rick finally allowed themselves to stop running, their faces pale and drenched with cold sweat. They looked at each other, their eyes both wide with lingering fear, and then glanced at Arnold with an expression of genuine gratitude. Without his quick thinking, both of them would likely have ended up as nothing more than food for the beast. + +Arnold rushed over to them, concern etched across his face. "Senior Brother Devon, Senior Brother Rick, how are you?" he asked, his tone tight but sincere. + +Devon coughed slightly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and forced a smile. "We’re fine... but..." His voice faltered as the weight of what had just happened settled in. + +Rick, still panting, lowered his head. "It’s a pity about Junior Brother Dustin and Junior Brother Corey... alas." His voice was heavy, tinged with guilt and sadness. + +Both men quickly pulled out healing pills from their robes and swallowed them, forcing their battered bodies to begin their recovery. Yet even as the medicinal energy began to spread through their meridians, their minds returned to the brutal scene they had just witnessed—Dustin swallowed whole, his scream cut off in an instant, his life gone in a heartbeat. + +The images replayed mercilessly in their minds, filling them with self-blame and regret. Devon let out a long sigh, his expression dark, while Rick’s fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. The excitement of seeking treasure had been brutally replaced by the bitter reality of loss and helplessness. + +"Two senior brothers, you have already done your best," Arnold said softly, his tone attempting to comfort them even as his own expression carried the weight of what had just happened. + +Devon clenched his jaw tightly, silence hanging for a brief moment before his eyes hardened, a glint of murderous resolve flashing within them. "No," he said in a low but firm voice, "we must avenge Junior Brother Dustin." + +Rick, who had been quietly suppressing his emotions, nodded sharply in agreement. "Yes, we must kill this beast." His voice trembled slightly with anger as his gaze locked onto the three-headed black dragon still coiled around the pool like a dark sentinel. + +Both men stared at the beast with fierce eyes, their knuckles white from clenching their weapons, their minds already clouded by vengeance. + +Arnold, however, remained calm, his sharp mind quickly cutting through their emotional impulse. His eyes lingered on the three-headed black dragon, its three massive heads floating just above the water, cold eyes glaring back at them with undisguised hostility. + +"These three-headed black dragons are of a different species," Arnold said solemnly, "and their strength has already reached the peak of the Legend Rank. They are not ordinary guardian beasts. Even with all three of us together, we are no match for it. If we truly wish to avenge Junior Brothers Dustin and Corey, I’m afraid we’ll have to contact other senior brothers to come." + +Devon and Rick exchanged glances, their heavy breathing slowly calming as Arnold’s logic sank in. After a pause, Arnold continued, "I have already sent word to Senior Brother Kyle. Why don’t we wait for him here? If we want revenge, it must be done properly, not recklessly." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-893.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-893.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..62fc255 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-893.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 887: Arrival of the other group" +slug: "ch-893" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 893 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1076 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Devon’s expression softened slightly, and he gave a firm nod. "Although this beast is powerful, Senior Brother Kyle is strong enough to kill it." There was no hesitation in his tone; his faith in Kyle’s strength was absolute, as if just mentioning his name was enough to guarantee victory. + +Rick also nodded. "Okay, then we’ll wait for Senior Brother Kyle to come." + +Arnold gave them a reassuring nod, and the three quietly retreated a short distance into the forest, finding a concealed spot where they could tend to their injuries and wait for Kyle’s arrival. The tension in their faces slowly eased, though the lingering hatred for the dragon remained clear in their eyes. + +From his own hiding place, Max’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression hardening. ’So... they aren’t giving up on dealing with the three-headed black dragon after all.’ + +His eyes drifted toward the pool where the massive creature still rested, unmoving, guarding the Pure Yang Flower as if it were part of its very life. The beast had no intention of leaving the pool to chase after Arnold and his group, which made the situation even more complicated. + +Max’s mind turned rapidly. He knew exactly who this Senior Brother Kyle was. Kyle wasn’t just any expert; he was the strongest 3-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, already at the peak of the Legend Rank despite being only twenty-nine years old—barely two years older than Arnold. Among the new generation of the Thunder Monarch Hall, Kyle was undisputed, a figure others admired and feared alike. + +Max’s eyes darkened. ’With someone like Kyle coming here... the chances of me obtaining the Pure Yang Flower will become almost zero.’ He clenched his fists slightly, feeling the weight of his decision press down on him. + +;What to do?’ + +A dangerous thought flickered across his mind, one he didn’t dismiss immediately. ’Should I act now...? Should I kill Arnold and the other two before Kyle arrives?’ His hand unconsciously moved toward his sword hilt as he stared coldly at the three resting figures in the forest. The decision hung in the air, sharp and dangerous, as Max’s eyes narrowed further and his aura subtly grew colder. + +"Swish, swish, swish—" + +Just as Max was deep in thought, weighing his options on whether to strike at Arnold and his men, the sharp sound of wind cutting through the trees echoed from the foot of the mountain. Three figures emerged from the dense forest, moving with smooth precision. + +Two men and one woman, all exuding a chilling aura that carried an oppressive edge, walked into view. Their eyes glinted with an icy light, the kind only honed killers or those accustomed to bloodshed would possess. + +"Who?" Arnold’s group immediately snapped to alert, each of them stiffening at the unexpected presence. Devon stepped forward, his voice stern and guarded, eyes narrowing as he assessed the intruders. + +Then recognition flashed across his face, and his tone shifted to surprise. "Void Soul Tower?" he exclaimed, unable to mask his disbelief. + +At his words, Arnold and Rick’s expressions also darkened. The Void Soul Tower was not a name to be taken lightly—it was infamous, and their members were dangerous, ambitious, and relentless. Encounters with them rarely ended peacefully. + +"Is it someone from Thunder Monarch Hall?" one of the newcomers asked coolly, his gaze briefly flickering over Arnold and his companions before shifting beyond them. The two men and one woman clearly hadn’t expected to meet members of the Thunder Monarch Hall here of all places. Their steps paused only for a moment, and then their attention drifted toward the pool. + +The sight of the enormous three-headed black dragon coiled in the water, its three heads glaring menacingly, did not evoke fear in them the way it had with Arnold’s group. Instead, a faint, eager smile appeared on their lips. A yellow-faced young man’s eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "Junior Sister Nell, it’s a three-headed black dragon in the peak of Legend Rank. We’re lucky! We can capture it for you, Junior Sister." + +The second man, a long-faced youth, added with a grin, "Yes, and there’s also a Pure Yang Flower here. Our luck couldn’t be better." + +It was obvious from their tones and expressions that both men were eager to impress the woman at their side. They were acting less like comrades and more like suitors desperate to gain favor. + +The woman, dressed in a crimson skirt that clung to her curves, her hand loosely gripping a red whip, radiated confidence and beauty. She was undeniably striking, with eyes as soft and enticing as spring water and lips the color of fresh roses. + +This was Senior Sister Nell of the Void Soul Tower. She gave a small, almost elegant nod, her eyes glinting faintly with satisfaction as she surveyed the scene. "I didn’t expect there to be a three-headed black dragon here," she said with a voice as soft as velvet but carrying the edge of command. "This is great." + +From his hidden vantage point, Max’s expression instantly darkened the moment he saw her. His pupils contracted, his breath slowing as recognition sank in. That woman... wasn’t she the same Nell from the Void Soul Tower who had once chased him relentlessly, whose strength had suddenly soared to the peak of the Legend Rank during their pursuit? + +He had barely escaped with his life back then, and her name had since been engraved into his memory as one of the most dangerous foes he had encountered. + +Yet now, she appeared different. Her aura wasn’t at the overwhelming level it had been when she had been chasing him. Instead, it had returned to the 7th level of the Legend Rank. That sudden and unnatural surge in her strength back then now seemed even more suspicious to Max, confirming his long-standing wariness toward her. + +Max’s eyes narrowed coldly as he stared at Nell, the woman in the crimson skirt who had once nearly taken his life. Every memory of that terrifying chase flashed in his mind, the sudden and unnatural rise in her strength, the cruel smile she wore while hunting him down. + +He had absolutely no good feelings toward her; in fact, a sharp murderous intent immediately surged within his chest, urging him to strike her down where she stood. For a moment, his fingers unconsciously brushed the hilt of his sword, imagining how satisfying it would feel to end her right here and now. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-894.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-894.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..71ac627 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-894.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 888: Acting like Oriole agan?" +slug: "ch-894" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 894 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1097 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But he quickly suppressed that impulse, his killing intent vanishing as fast as it came. He knew very well that with his current strength, killing Nell was no simple task. Even though her strength had dropped back to the 7th level of the Legend Rank, she was still dangerous, and she had two helpers at her side. + +A reckless move would not only fail to kill her but might also expose him and ruin his own plans for the Pure Yang Flower. + +Then his gaze shifted slightly, falling on Arnold and his companions. The three members of the Thunder Monarch Hall stood with expressionless faces, but Max’s sharp eyes caught a subtle flicker in their eyes. + +Something about the way they looked at Nell and her companions made his heart move, and slowly, an almost predatory sneer curled at the corner of his lips. ’This could turn interesting,’ he thought. + +Sure enough, a voice as cold as ice cut through the tense silence. Devon, his face dark and his tone unyielding, stepped forward slightly and said, "Three of you, the three-headed black dragon has already been reserved by our Thunder Monarch Hall. You can leave now." His words carried no room for discussion, the pride of the Thunder Monarch Hall evident in every syllable. + +Nell, however, merely chuckled. A soft, mocking sound escaped her red lips as she swayed her slender waist and stepped forward with deliberate grace. Her delicate hand brushed over her lips, covering her slight smile as she said, "Hehe, what this senior brother says is really amusing. Isn’t the three-headed black dragon doing quite well where it is? How exactly have you reserved it?" Her tone was laced with ridicule, the faint glimmer in her eyes clearly enjoying the confrontation. + +Then her eyes moved past Devon, locking onto Arnold among the three. She blinked slightly, feigning surprise, and said with a silky voice, "Oh, isn’t this Junior Brother Arnold from the Thunder Monarch Hall? You’re even more handsome than the rumors say. I’m so lucky to meet you here." Her words were sweet, but the subtle sharpness in her gaze suggested she was probing for a reaction. + +Arnold, however, didn’t show the slightest hint of fluster. His expression remained calm, his voice even and indifferent as he replied, "You three want to subdue the three-headed black dragon, right? We can give it to you." + +"Really?" Nell’s eyes lit up, her red lips curving in satisfaction. "Junior Brother Arnold, you must keep your word and not compete with me." Her voice had a playful tenderness to it, almost as if she believed she had won the argument with a single flirtatious glance. + +But behind Arnold, Devon and Rick stiffened, their eyes widening slightly in alarm. "Junior Brother Arnold?" Devon muttered, disbelief in his tone.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +Rick also opened his mouth as if to object, but Arnold tilted his head slightly and moved his lips in a quick whisper only they could hear. Whatever he said made both men shut their mouths immediately, though their eyes still flickered with unease. + +Nell’s brow furrowed slightly at the silent exchange, but she didn’t comment. She only heard Arnold say aloud in the same calm tone, "Of course. Please, do as you please. However, I should warn you—Senior Brother Kyle from our Thunder Monarch Hall will be arriving soon. If you intend to subdue the three-headed black dragon, I suggest you hurry." + +The name fell like a hammer. "Kyle?" Nell and her two companions stiffened, their faces changing instantly. Even Nell, who had worn a confident smile up until that moment, couldn’t entirely hide her surprise. The name "Kyle" clearly carried weight, enough to make even the Void Soul Tower members pause. + +The yellow-faced young man and the long-faced young man hesitated for a brief moment, their gazes flickering between the three-headed black dragon and the three experts from the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +Their hesitation was quickly cut short when Nell, her expression dark and eyes flashing with stubborn determination, rolled her eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Two senior brothers, this three-headed black dragon is at the peak of the Legend Rank. Even if we cannot subdue it alive, if we kill it, the core in its body will be a priceless treasure for us." + +Her words struck a chord with them instantly. As members of the Void Soul Tower, they practiced paths considered unorthodox, paths that often required rare and sinister materials. A beast core from a three-headed black dragon, a peak Legend Rank variant no less, would be an unmatched resource, perfect for their practice methods. Both men’s hesitation melted away, replaced by excitement, their eyes lighting up with greedy anticipation. + +Seeing their reaction, Nell turned back, her whip swaying lazily in her hand as she looked at Arnold and his companions with a soft smile that masked her cunning intentions. "Three senior brothers," she said sweetly, "why don’t you join us? We only want the three-headed black dragon, and as for the Pure Yang Flower, it belongs entirely to you three. On top of that, we are willing to subsidize you with a few additional beast cores as compensation." + +For a moment, Devon looked intrigued, his expression flickering with interest at the offer. But before he could speak, Arnold’s voice cut sharply through the air, his tone indifferent yet absolute. "The Pure Yang Flower is useless to us. What we want is the Three-Headed Black Dragon." + +Nell’s smile stiffened at his outright rejection, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of resentment as she stared at Arnold. She had expected at least a discussion, maybe some form of compromise, but Arnold’s unwavering tone left no room for negotiation. Her lips curved into a faint sneer, and she muttered under her breath, "That’s a shame." + +Straightening her posture, she addressed her two companions, her voice colder now. "Two senior brothers, these three-headed black dragons are strong enough to make even these Thunder Monarch Hall experts hesitate. That means it’s extremely powerful. We must be cautious." + +Both the yellow-faced and long-faced young men nodded solemnly, stepping into position at Nell’s left and right as they walked toward the pool. The three of them moved with deliberate care, clearly confident but not reckless, their eyes locked on the terrifying beast ahead. + +Arnold and his two companions remained where they were, simply watching with cold, detached eyes. There was no intention in their body language to step forward and assist; it was as though they were waiting to see what would happen, silently judging Nell and her companions’ ability. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-895.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-895.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..af9a8b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-895.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 889: Beasts Pets" +slug: "ch-895" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 895 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1371 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +From his hidden vantage point, Max was slightly taken aback. He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the three Void Soul Tower members. ’They’re only at the seventh level of the Legend Rank, yet they dare to face a three-headed black dragon at its peak?’ he thought. ’They must have some hidden trump card or technique... otherwise, this is nothing short of suicide.’ + +While these thoughts ran through his mind, the three Void Soul Tower members had already closed the distance, stopping within ten feet of the pool’s edge. The atmosphere instantly shifted. + +The massive three-headed black dragon raised all three of its heads in unison, its eyes burning with cold, predatory malice. The deep rumble of its throats echoed like rolling thunder as it opened its bloody maws, displaying rows of sharp, jet-black fangs dripping with venom. Each exhale released a dense cloud of poisonous gas that lingered ominously above the surface of the pool, twisting and writhing in the air like serpents. + +The temperature around them plummeted, an icy chill spreading through the clearing as an invisible pressure descended over the area. The ground trembled faintly, and even the air felt heavier, as if warning all who dared approach that they were stepping into the domain of death itself. + +But despite the terrifying presence of the three-headed black dragon and the icy chill filling the air, Nell and her two companions remained remarkably calm, showing no signs of fear or hesitation. Instead, their expressions were composed, almost confident, as if they had already prepared for this exact moment.𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖 + +The yellow-faced young man was the first to act. With a sharp motion, he slapped the spirit beast bag hanging from his waist, and instantly, a blur of green light shot out, coiling and twisting as it soared into the air. In a matter of seconds, the shadow expanded dramatically, transforming into a giant python covered in emerald scales. + +But this was no ordinary python—its head was shaped like that of a bird, with a sharp beak and keen predatory eyes, and sprouting from its back was a pair of fleshy green wings that flapped slowly but powerfully, keeping it suspended in the air. + +"Falcon snake?" The name slipped from Arnold’s lips in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. Even Max, who had been silently observing from the shadows, narrowed his eyes in astonishment. None of them had expected the seemingly ordinary yellow-faced expert to possess such a rare and strange beast. + +The falcon snake, though not on the same level as the three-headed black dragon, was still a formidable existence among monster beasts, its aerial mobility combined with its serpent-like ferocity making it an apex predator in its own right. Judging from its aura, this particular falcon snake had already reached the 8th level of the Legend Rank, a clear sign of its terrifying power. + +Before anyone could recover from their surprise, the long-faced young man acted next. He reached to his waist and untied a black cloth bag, loosening the rope in one swift pull. A deep, rumbling sound immediately followed, like distant thunder rolling across a stormy sky. In the next moment, a flash of electric blue light burst out of the bag, and with a loud bang, the earth trembled beneath their feet. + +From within the bag leapt a massive frog, its body easily ten feet long and thick with powerful muscle. Its skin glistened like polished sapphire, and its wide, uneven back constantly emitted arcs of blue lightning that crackled violently with each movement. Its bulbous blue eyes glowed faintly, locking onto the three-headed black dragon with primal aggression. + +"Thunder frog?" Arnold said instantly, his sharp eyes recognizing the creature without hesitation. + +The Thunder Frog was a rare and highly dangerous monster, one that was born with an innate affinity for lightning, making its offensive abilities brutally destructive. Its roar alone carried a sharp, electrical edge, and from the overwhelming energy pouring off it, this Thunder Frog was also at the 8th level of the Legend Rank—matching the falcon snake in sheer power. + +Arnold and his companions exchanged stunned glances, their faces betraying surprise and caution. Possessing one beast of such strength was rare enough, but having two beasts of this caliber under command was extraordinary, especially for two seemingly minor members of the Void Soul Tower. Their eyes naturally shifted to the woman at the center of it all—Nell. + +All three of them wondered what terrifying beast she might release, expecting something even greater to emerge from her storage. But to their surprise, Nell didn’t move to summon any beast at all. She simply stood there, her expression calm and unshaken, her slender fingers tightly gripping the handle of her red whip. + +Her gaze was fixed firmly on the three-headed black dragon that continued to coil and uncoil in the pool, its three heads exhaling clouds of poison as it hissed in warning. The crimson whip in her hand glowed faintly as if responding to her restrained but powerful killing intent, and her silence was more unsettling than any beast she might have summoned. + +Seeing this, Arnold and the other two subconsciously shifted their focus onto Nell, their expressions turning more cautious and curious. Everyone in the world knew that the true strength of the disciples from the Void Soul Tower was not solely their own combat power, but also the terrifying monster beasts they commanded. These beasts were often rare, dangerous, and practiced in sinister ways that made them even more deadly. + +The yellow-faced young man had already summoned a falcon snake, a winged serpent of terrifying speed and agility, while the long-faced young man had revealed a thunder frog, a creature renowned for its destructive lightning abilities. + +Both monsters were at the 8th level of Legend Rank, powerful enough to contend with high-level experts on their own. And yet, Nell herself was known to have a practice of the 7th level of Legend Rank—so how could she, a core disciple of the Void Soul Tower and their clear leader, not possess something even more terrifying? + +Their minds immediately came to one conclusion: Nell must have an even stronger beast hidden away, one she had yet to summon because she intended to reveal it at a critical moment. By holding it back, she could create the element of surprise and turn the tide of battle in an instant. + +Unfortunately, Arnold and his companions were unaware of one crucial truth—Nell’s most powerful monster, the Flame Feathered Serpent, had already been killed by the Human-Faced Spider King deep within Hidden Sound Valley. It had been an enormous loss to her strength and reputation, one she had not yet been able to recover from. + +Nell, standing calmly with her red whip in hand, could see exactly what Arnold and the others were thinking as they stared at her. Their cautious glances were not subtle, and she knew they were anticipating something terrifying. + +But instead of satisfaction, a sharp pang of bitterness twisted in her chest. Her heart sank slightly as her thoughts drifted to the handsome young man with the blue-colored sword—the one responsible for the loss of her Flame Feathered Serpent and soul nourishing herb. A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she silently swore in her heart, ’If I ever meet that man again, I will kill him with my own hands.’ + +"Junior Sister Nell?" the yellow-faced young man called out, his voice slightly urgent as he noticed her silence. The long-faced young man also looked at her nervously, as if afraid she had hesitated at the wrong time. + +They had good reason for concern, because at that very moment, the enormous three-headed black dragon within the pool was beginning to stir. Its three massive heads slowly rose higher, spreading outward menacingly as poisonous mist coiled around its jaws. Its deep, guttural growl rumbled through the ground, sending chills down everyone’s spine. The beast was showing clear signs of aggression, ready to lunge out of the pool and strike at any moment. + +Nell tightened her grip on the whip, her eyes sharpening, but she still remained silent for now, staring at the dragon with unshaken focus, as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-896.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-896.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ec85f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-896.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 890: Nell Taking Action" +slug: "ch-896" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 896 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Two brothers, let’s attack together and try to injure this beast as quickly as possible. If we can’t capture it, we’ll find a way to kill it. I don’t want you two brothers to get hurt." Nell’s voice was soft yet commanding, dripping with charm as her fiery red lips curved into a faintly seductive smile. Her last sentence, delicate and full of concern, struck directly into the hearts of her two companions. + +Their eyes widened slightly, a faint flush rising on their cheeks before they quickly pounded their chests with confidence, their voices firm and loud as they promised, "Junior Sister Nell, don’t worry. We’ll capture the three-headed black dragon for you, even if we have to risk our lives." + +"Roar!" The three-headed black dragon let out an earth-shaking roar in response, its cold, reptilian eyes glaring at the trio with murderous intent. Its intelligence was frighteningly close to that of humans, and seeing these three dare to stand in front of it, discussing its fate so casually as if it were already prey, enraged it beyond measure. + +All three of its massive heads reared back before lunging forward, spraying a wave of dense, greenish-black poisonous gas that rolled outward like a deadly tide straight toward Nell and her companions. + +"Take action!" Nell’s clear voice rang out like a whip crack, filled with determination. Her own crimson whip lashed out instantly, glowing with a scarlet radiance. In an instant, it transformed into what appeared like a giant red python, coiling through the air with lethal grace and snapping tightly around one of the dragon’s three heads. Its power constricted like a vice, pulling one head back with a violent jerk. + +"Kill!" The yellow-faced young man and the long-faced young man shouted at the same time, their eyes glinting with bloodthirsty excitement as they commanded their summoned beasts to strike. + +The falcon snake, its body shimmering with emerald light, let out a piercing shriek and instantly grew even larger, its serpentine frame stretching until it was nearly the size of the three-headed black dragon itself. With a single beat of its fleshy green wings, a violent storm surged into existence. + +The wind howled viciously, uprooting trees, tearing grass from the ground, and scattering debris everywhere, while the falcon snake lunged with terrifying speed and precision toward another one of the dragon’s heads. + +On the other side, the massive thunder frog crouched low, its body trembling as a deep gurgling sound built within its throat. Sparks of blue light flickered across its back before abruptly exploding outward into thick arcs of blinding lightning. + +The lightning gathered in an instant, condensing into a jagged web of destructive power before it launched forward with an ear-splitting crack, shattering the air itself and striking at the dragon’s midsection with devastating force. + +Their masters did not stand idle either. The yellow-faced young man pulled out a copper hammer from his spatial ring, swinging it with practiced precision. mana flared, wrapping the hammer in glowing copper light that cut through the air like an arrow, sharp and deadly. Meanwhile, the long-faced young man tossed out a yellow bell from his storage bag. + +The moment it left his hand, it floated in midair, spinning rapidly and producing a sharp, metallic clanging sound. With each ring, waves of golden-yellow light erupted outward, transforming into a raging sandstorm. Fine particles of spiritual earth-energy swirled like an endless sea of sand, crashing down toward the dragon’s body with oppressive force, as though an entire desert had descended upon it. + +A horrifying scene unfolded above the pool as waves of mighty spiritual light burst out, crashing down on the three-headed black dragon like an unrelenting tide. The air trembled violently under the combined might of Nell and her companions, their attacks surging with lethal intent. + +With the two monstrous beasts—the falcon snake and the thunder frog—striking simultaneously, their power reached an astounding level, equivalent to five warriors at the 8th level of the Legend Rank working in perfect unison. The entire area was engulfed in chaos as violent winds howled, lightning ripped apart the air, and mana distorted the very space above the pool. + +Arnold and his two companions were visibly shaken, their faces changing as they stared at the devastating scene. They had initially looked down on Nell and her companions, believing that while they were formidable, they were still beneath the overwhelming might of the three-headed black dragon. + +But this display of raw power overturned their expectations. "They actually have such strength... can they really deal with it?" Devon muttered, disbelief and a trace of unease flickering in his eyes. Rick’s jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the spectacle. + +Hidden deeper in the shadows, Max’s expression also darkened slightly, his brows furrowing in thought. The strength Nell had revealed far exceeded what he had previously calculated. ’These three... they’re much stronger than I thought.’ + +His emotions were complicated. Part of him wanted to see Nell fail miserably, torn apart by the beast she had dared to provoke, but another part of him hoped the battle would at least inflict serious injuries on the three-headed black dragon. After all, such an opportunity would make his own plans far easier to execute. + +"Roar, roar, roar!" The three-headed black dragon bellowed in rage, its voices merging into an ear-splitting crescendo that shook the ground and made the air ripple. Feeling truly threatened for the first time, it unleashed torrents of thick, greenish-black poisonous gas, its deadliest weapon. + +The miasma swept through the air, hissing and corroding everything it touched, even contaminating the spiritual weapons wielded by Nell and her companions. The bright lights surrounding their artifacts dimmed instantly, corroded by the dragon’s venomous aura.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +Realizing the danger, the trio immediately put away their weapons, choosing to abandon artifact-based attacks altogether. Instead, they switched to direct combat techniques, channeling their martial arts fueled by sinister, Yin-attributed powers. + +Being members of the Void Soul Tower, their practice methods leaned heavily toward unorthodox elements—death energy, Yin force, blood power—each carrying a corrosive and eerie nature. Their techniques were infamous for their viciousness, and now, they unleashed them without reservation. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-897.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-897.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..47a8bcc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-897.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 891: Deep Water Cage" +slug: "ch-897" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 897 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1049 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Originally, the combined strength of the three was only at the 7th level of the Legend Rank, not nearly enough to contend with a peak Legend Rank three-headed black dragon. But by joining forces, combining their sinister martial arts, and coordinating with the long-range suppression from the falcon snake and thunder frog, they managed to push back against the suffocating poisonous gas. + +The dragon, for the first time, found itself gradually being suppressed, its massive body swaying under the relentless onslaught. + +The excitement on Nell’s face was obvious, her red lips curling upward slightly as her eyes glimmered with ambition. Seeing the tide beginning to turn in their favor, she and her companions poured in even more power, their attacks growing fiercer, aiming to cripple or severely wound the dragon in the shortest time possible. + +Their movements became sharper, their killing intent stronger, as they sought to end the fight before any interference arrived. + +In the depths of her mind, however, one thought rang clear—Kyle. The name alone sent a wave of urgency through her. Kyle, the undisputed number one genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, was rumored to have unmatched combat power even among peak Legend Rank experts. If he arrived now, all of their efforts would be meaningless, and whatever spoils they hoped to gain from the dragon would slip from their hands. + +Nell gritted her teeth and barked for even more aggression. The pressure on the dragon doubled, the chaotic clash filling the sky with a terrifying storm of deathly energy, lightning, and poisonous mist. + +For a brief moment, it seemed the impossible was happening—the mighty three-headed black dragon was actually being forced onto the defensive. + +The yellow-faced young man’s eyes gleamed sharply as he shouted, his voice carrying confidence and urgency, "Junior Sister Nell, I will use the Deep Water Cage to trap this beast. Once it’s restrained, you and Senior Brother Ma attack it with everything you have—don’t hold back!" + +"Good!" Nell responded without hesitation, her crimson whip trembling faintly in her grip as her killing intent surged. The long-faced young man, Senior Brother Ma, also gave a curt nod, both of them fully aware that the yellow-faced young man’s technique would take some time to prepare. + +They immediately unleashed their top martial arts, their figures blurring as they pressed the attack on the three-headed black dragon, aiming to keep its attention fixed on them and prevent it from interfering with the spell formation. + +The yellow-faced young man, meanwhile, retreated ten feet, planting his feet firmly on the ground as his expression turned solemn and focused. His hands came together in a rapid sequence of seals, his fingers weaving intricate patterns at breakneck speed. + +mana erupted from his body like a tide, coiling around his hands before condensing into shimmering black streams of light. With every completed hand seal, a new ray of light burst into existence, and soon, twenty-four thick beams of black spiritual light hovered before him, each one radiating a cold, oppressive energy. + +"Rise!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. The twenty-four rays of light shot into the sky, twisting and intertwining like serpents before fusing together high above the pool. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a massive cage of pure mana, its thick black bars shimmering faintly as if they were forged from some ancient, indestructible metal. + +The three-headed black dragon immediately sensed the threat. All three of its heads reared back, roaring furiously as toxic mists spewed from its mouths, its giant tail whipping violently like a colossal steel beam. With a single sweep, it smashed toward the forming cage, the sheer power behind the strike capable of leveling an entire fortress. + +"Fall!" The yellow-faced young man’s eyes flashed coldly, his hands coming together in one final, decisive seal. A jet-black handprint appeared, blazing with light as it shot forward, sinking into the massive cage hovering above. + +The black cage trembled and then expanded in an instant, its bars elongating and thickening as it fell like a mountain, slamming down over the three-headed black dragon with unstoppable force. + +At the same time, the waters of the pool surged upward unnaturally, spinning like a great whirlpool as they merged with the spiritual cage, adding their weight and fluidity to its structure. In moments, the dragon was completely sealed from top to bottom, the cage locking tightly around its body as the lake’s water reinforced the bindings, restricting its movements with terrifying efficiency. + +This was the Deep Water Prison, a pure water-attributed martial art designed to suppress physical strength and mana alike. By merging the technique with the natural lake water, the yellow-faced young man amplified its strength several times over, turning the surrounding environment into an ally. It was an ingenious use of terrain, demonstrating not only power but precision and forethought. + +Hidden in the shadows, Max’s eyes flickered with surprise. ’So he’s not just relying on brute force... he’s a tactician too. To use the lake like that, to merge it with his martial technique... this guy’s methods are far more refined than I expected.’ He narrowed his gaze, realizing that this fight might not go the way he had initially anticipated. + +"Although this method is powerful, I’m afraid it won’t be able to trap that three-headed black dragon for long," Blob’s calm yet grave voice echoed in Max’s mind. + +Max’s eyes sharpened at those words. He took a closer look, and sure enough, it was exactly as Blob had said. The three-headed black dragon, though bound within the Deep Water Cage, was far from subdued. Its colossal body twisted and thrashed like a force of nature, every movement causing the spiritual cage to quake violently. + +Its three heads slammed repeatedly into the glowing black bars, releasing guttural roars that reverberated like thunderclaps through the air. The ground beneath Max’s feet trembled faintly with each impact, showcasing the sheer terrifying strength of the beast. + +The yellow-faced young man, sweat already beading on his forehead from maintaining the technique, shouted anxiously, "Junior Sister Nell, Senior Brother Ma! My Deep Water Cage won’t hold out for long, hurry and attack with everything you’ve got!" His voice cracked slightly under the pressure of restraining a beast far beyond what his cultivation level alone could normally manage. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-898.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-898.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0433bba --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-898.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 892: True Strength of the Trio" +slug: "ch-898" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 898 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1052 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Nell and the long-faced man exchanged grim looks and nodded. They both knew the truth well—the three-headed black dragon wasn’t just a peak Legend Rank beast in name. Its vitality, its power, its ferocity... all of it placed it at the top of the food chain. + +For the yellow-faced young man, who was only at the 7th level of the Legend Rank, to trap it even for a short time was already a remarkable feat. There was no time to waste. + +Without a shred of hesitation, Nell’s whip cracked through the air like a streak of scarlet lightning, carrying Yin energy so thick it made the surrounding air feel cold. The long-faced man roared, his own mana surging as he launched his strongest martial art—a wide, palm-shaped energy wave glowing with oppressive yellow light. + +At the same time, the falcon snake spread its fleshy wings, sending out sharp cyclones with each beat, and struck like a green bolt at one of the dragon’s heads. The thunder frog crouched low, the patterns on its back flashing brilliantly before discharging jagged bolts of electric-blue lightning that split the air as they rained down on the dragon’s thick scales. + +The combined brilliance of their attacks descended in a destructive storm. The three-headed black dragon let out an enraged roar as it endured blow after blow, pain finally registering in its reptilian eyes. Its massive tails lashed wildly, and its three heads screamed with fury, cold malice flickering in its pupils. + +Then, with a deep guttural hiss, all three mouths opened simultaneously, spewing out streams of dark green venom. + +The venom arced through the air and splashed directly onto the Deep Water Cage. The moment it made contact, a violent hisssss filled the battlefield as thick smoke rose from the bars, as though molten metal had been splashed with cold water. The spiritual cage, so sturdy only moments ago, suddenly quivered, the black bars trembling and corroding under the dragon’s venomous power. + +The yellow-faced young man’s expression paled. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I can’t hold it much longer!" he yelled, pushing his mana to its absolute limit. His hands shook as he maintained the seals, veins bulging on his arms from the strain. + +Seeing the Deep Water Cage corroding, Nell and Senior Brother Ma unleashed their full strength without reservation. Their attacks grew fiercer, more desperate, and more ruthless. Scarlet whip shadows danced like serpents, tearing through the air with ear-splitting cracks, while waves of yellow palm prints slammed down like collapsing mountains. + +"Puff, puff, puff!" The sound of flesh being cut rang out as wounds split open across the three-headed black dragon’s body, blood gushing like fountains. The bright crimson liquid poured into the pool, dyeing the clear water an even deeper, darker red. But the injuries only seemed to drive the beast further into its berserk fury. + +Despite its bleeding wounds and burned flesh, the three-headed black dragon showed no signs of backing down. Instead, it thrashed even harder, its colossal body slamming violently against the cage walls. + +"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Hairline fractures began to crawl along the black bars of the Deep Water Cage, spreading like spiderwebs. The twenty-four rays of light maintaining the formation flickered unsteadily, their once-steady glow dimming and shaking, showing clear signs of impending collapse. + +"Quick—!" The yellow-faced young man’s voice cracked with desperation, nearly turning into a roar as his face went pale from the strain of maintaining the weakening Deep Water Cage. + +He could already feel the three-headed black dragon’s terrifying power pushing against the formation, threatening to shatter it at any moment. + +"Boom!" A deafening sound echoed across the battlefield as Nell and Senior Brother Ma unleashed their full strength. Their falcon snake and thunder frog followed suit, their combined power erupting like a cataclysmic storm. + +The sky seemed to shake as whip shadows glowed crimson, palm strikes burst forth like collapsing mountains, hurricanes roared from the falcon snake’s wings, and bolts of searing blue lightning split the air from the thunder frog’s back. + +Their attacks struck the dragon’s massive body with terrifying force, like thousands of thunders crashing down in unison. Scales shattered into pieces, chunks of flesh flew, and fountains of dark-red blood sprayed outward, dyeing the ground and pool an even darker crimson. + +But at that very instant, the inevitable happened. + +"Bang!" With a feral roar, the three-headed black dragon’s immense strength exploded outward, shattering the Deep Water Cage entirely. Fragments of spiritual light scattered like broken glass as the beast’s monstrous frame surged free, a wave of venom and poisonous gas erupting from all three of its heads in retaliation.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +"Careful!" Nell’s voice rang with alarm as she and her companions instinctively raised their defensive shields. They knew well that the venom of the three-headed black dragon was not something to underestimate. + +It was so corrosive that even high-grade Xuan-level weapons would melt like wax if exposed for even a second. A single drop on the flesh of a cultivator was enough to rot it instantly, leaving behind nothing but bone. + +But they had gravely underestimated the dragon’s fury. The moment it broke free, it didn’t just unleash venom and poison gas; it swung its colossal snake-like tail, thicker than a black iron pillar, in a savage arc. + +"Bang!" The tail slammed into the shimmering defensive shields with unstoppable force, shattering them like fragile glass. Poison gas and venom poured over them like waves crashing onto the shore, blackening the sky above the pool and filling the air with a suffocating stench of death. + +"Bang, bang, bang!" In quick succession, Nell, the yellow-faced young man, and the long-faced young man were struck directly by the sheer force of the tail, their bodies flying helplessly through the air like leaves caught in a storm. Blood sprayed from their mouths mid-flight, the sound of cracking bones echoing faintly before their battered bodies smashed into the ground. + +But the rampage was far from over. The three-headed black dragon, its eyes glowing with unrestrained fury, leaped entirely out of the pool, its full body revealed in all its terrifying majesty. + +Without hesitation, one of its massive heads lunged forward, jaws snapping shut around a figure with terrifying speed. The sound of crushing bone and tearing flesh echoed chillingly as the victim disappeared into the dragon’s mouth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-899.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-899.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5031462 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-899.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 893: Arrival of Kyle" +slug: "ch-899" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 899 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1044 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The yellow-faced young man and long-faced young man, having barely regained their senses, froze in horror, their faces draining of color. "Falcon Snake! Thunder Frog!" they shouted desperately, their voices trembling with fear as they scrambled to summon their spiritual pets. + +Responding to their masters’ panic, the falcon snake screeched as its wings flapped violently, conjuring slicing gusts, while the thunder frog’s back sparked wildly with electric arcs, both beasts charging at the dragon in an attempt to save their masters. + +But the three-headed black dragon, now enraged beyond reason, exuded an aura of raw savagery that even the two powerful beasts seemed to hesitate against for a brief moment. + +The power of the three-headed black dragon was overwhelming, its strength and fury far beyond what the Void Soul Tower trio had anticipated. When the falcon snake and thunder frog lunged forward to protect their masters, streams of venom sprayed wildly from the dragon’s three heads, splattering across the battlefield. + +The deadly liquid struck the two spiritual pets directly, and sizzling sounds filled the air as smoke rose from their bodies. The venom corroded their scales and flesh almost instantly, leaving behind deep, smoking wounds. + +Both beasts shrieked in pain, their cries echoing across the clearing, but they still struggled desperately to resist, their loyalty evident even in their agony. + +However, their sacrifice was not in vain. The yellow-faced young man and long-faced young man used this brief moment to rush forward and shield Nell, pulling her between them as they quickly retreated to safety. + +Their faces were pale, blood still trickling from their mouths from the earlier tail strike, but their priority was clear: protect Nell first, worry about injuries later. With practiced efficiency, they recalled their falcon snake and thunder frog into their beast pouches. The two injured spiritual pets returned with difficulty, their bodies badly damaged, their once-vigorous auras now flickering and unstable. + +The two men exchanged grim looks, their hearts sinking. This battle had cost them dearly. One of their companions was seriously injured, and now their spiritual pets—vital extensions of their combat strength—were also heavily wounded. + +The weight of such losses pressed down on them like a mountain. The only small comfort they found was that the three-headed black dragon had expended too much venom and poisonous gas in its rage, its reserves temporarily drained. Otherwise, their beloved spiritual pets might have dissolved on the spot, leaving nothing but scattered remains. + +"Roar, roar, roar!" The three-headed black dragon’s bellows shook the ground as it coiled protectively in front of the pool. All three of its heads bled profusely, deep gashes visible where scales had been torn away, its massive body covered in wounds and soaked with its own blood. + +The once-fearsome aura it emitted was now weakened and unstable, its movements sluggish and labored. The beast, though still dangerous, no longer carried the same unstoppable ferocity as before. + +Seeing this, Arnold, Devon, and Rick all breathed sighs of relief, their shoulders relaxing slightly for the first time since the battle had begun. Even Max, hidden in the shadows, exhaled quietly, the tense knot in his chest loosening as he took in the sight of the injured dragon. + +"Max, the three-headed black dragon has been seriously injured. Haven’t you practiced One Step Mile? You can take action now!" Blob’s voice resounded in Max’s mind, calm yet urging. + +Max’s heart skipped a beat. His fingers subconsciously tightened around the hilt of his weapon, his breathing deepening. This was the perfect chance he had been waiting for. The dragon was weak, distracted, and heavily injured—if he struck now, the Pure Yang Flower and perhaps even the dragon’s body would be his. + +But Blob’s voice came again, sharper and more urgent. "Not good. Someone else has come... and his strength is at the peak of the Legend Rank." + +Max’s pupils contracted. ’Peak Legend Rank?’ That level of power wasn’t something he could handle casually. He would have to go all out for that. Immediately, he suppressed his aura entirely and crouched lower into the shadows, his eyes focusing on the direction of the disturbance. + +"Junior Brother Arnold!" A clear, commanding voice echoed from the foot of the mountain, carrying effortlessly across the battlefield. + +Arnold turned at the sound, and his expression shifted from tension to delight. "Brother Kyle?" + +Sure enough, a young man in pristine white robes was approaching at a brisk pace, his steps light yet confident, his bright eyes sharp and full of vigor. His noble bearing radiated authority and power, and even before he reached them, his aura rolled outward like a tide, making the air grow heavier. + +"Meet Senior Brother Kyle!" Devon and Rick immediately bowed slightly, their tones respectful and tinged with awe. + +This was Kyle—the first-ranked 3-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, renowned for his strength and talent. Among the younger generation, he stood at the very peak, unmatched and widely admired. + +Max’s face sank as he took in the sight of Kyle’s arrival. His chance had just slipped through his fingers. + +Suddenly, Blob’s voice echoed in Max’s mind, carrying a weight of warning: "You should be careful of this person." + +Max’s face darkened even further, his expression becoming sharp and cautious. If Blob, who rarely expressed strong opinions, had specifically warned him, then Kyle was far more dangerous than he had initially assumed. + +Kyle walked forward with light, effortless steps, his every movement exuding an almost tranquil air that contrasted sharply with the heavy killing intent lingering in the battlefield. There was a calmness to him, as though even the chaos of a deadly fight could not ruffle his demeanor. + +Stopping just a short distance away, he fixed his eyes on the heavily injured three-headed black dragon, his gaze sharp yet strangely serene, and then asked casually, almost like he was simply inquiring about the weather, "Why are Junior Brother Dustin and the other two not here?" + +"Brother Kyle..." Devon lowered his head slightly, guilt flashing across his face, "the two junior brothers... they were eaten by the three-headed black dragon." + +His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes held deep self-blame. "It was our fault for being too careless. We didn’t realize that this three-headed black dragon had reached the peak of the Legend Rank." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-9.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-9.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2ef6b6a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-9.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 9: Max’s Display of Power" +slug: "ch-9" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 9 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1135 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Max!" William shouted, pointing at him the moment Max showed his face. "Where were you the whole time we were fighting these goblins?" + +Max smiled and chuckled. "I was busy with something else," he said, glancing at William, Zixi, and Henry. + +"It seems you guys hunted a lot of level 3 goblins to level up so fast." He spoke, feeling a little odd. He had needed three level 3 goblin cores and countless level 2 goblin cores, and even then, he had to absorb a single level 4 goblin core just to reach level 2. + +"What are you talking about?" William frowned, looking at Max strangely. "We only used level 2 goblin cores to level from 1 to 2." + +Max's eyes widened. "You didn't need level 3 goblin cores?" he asked in shock. He needed three of them, and even that wasn't enough. + +"It's true," Zixi said, this time. "Apart from the three of us, there are others who also leveled up to 2 just with level 2 goblin cores after we cleared the goblins at the entrance of the village." + +Max nodded, frowning. He didn't understand why only he needed so many cores, and even some high-level ones, to level up to level 2 while others were good with only level 2 cores.. + +"Forget about that." William smiled confidently. "Max, I challenge you to a duel." + +Zixi and Henry exchanged a look and sighed when they heard William. + +Max's shoulders drooped at the challenge. "How many times have you challenged me?" + +William's lips trembled, but he gritted his teeth and replied, "Including this, it's 344 times." + +"And how many times have you won?" Max sneered. + +William clenched his fists. "None, but this time I'll definitely win. I'm sure of it." + +"You've said that so many times it's become a cliché to me." Max waved his hands dismissively. "You're persistent, I'll give you that. But I'll allow you to challenge me one last time after we clear all the goblins here." + +"Don't forget your promise." William said solemnly. + +"Yeah, yeah, I'll remember it," Max said with a dismissive wave, his tone casual as he began to walk towards the group of students engaged in battle with the level 2 goblins. He paused for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. "But first, let me put an end to this chaos." + +He activated Swift Dash and appeared before the crowd. He didn't attack immediately. He watched the battle for a moment before looking around. His eyes landed on a unique structure in the middle of the village. + +It was 10 feet long, guarded by four level 3 goblin shamans who, despite the battle raging in the village, had stayed on guard, not participating in the fight. + +'This should be good,' he thought and dashed toward the building before appearing in front of it. + +"Die!" + +He shot forward, releasing four bullets, each with the power of three magic bullets, at the four level 3 goblins who came charging toward him with gleaming swords as he approached the structure. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! + +The four bullets struck the goblins, causing their heads to explode. + +'Good.' Max smiled, climbing to the top of the structure. From there, he surveyed the battlefield and observed the students struggling against the goblins. + +'It's time to clean this up,' he mused with a smile and activated his Three Dimensional Body skill, firing magic bullets nonstop. Now that he had leveled up to level 2, his mana reserves were high enough to shoot 100 magic bullets continuously, and he intended to do just that. + +"What's he doing? Is he planning to kill the goblins from up there?" Henry muttered, watching Max fire magic bullets. + +William frowned at the sight. "Does he have such confidence in his aim that his bullets will only hit the goblins?" + +"I guess we'll find out in a few seconds," Zixi said solemnly, watching Max. After a few moments, their expressions turned to shock. + +They watched in awe as magic bullets erupted from Max, streaking through the air with relentless precision. One after another, the glowing projectiles flew, cutting through the goblins with unerring accuracy, killing them before they could react. + +"How could this be?" William clenched his fists, watching the scene unfold. He couldn't believe how the distance between them had only grown after they entered the dungeon. He had thought he might break his losing streak here, but it was clear now he was wrong. + +"Damn, I've been chasing after a monster all this time." He sighed and silently accepted his defeat. + +The sky above the battlefield soon seemed to come alive, filled with brilliant blue light. It was as if a storm of blue light descended, each radiant strike finding its mark with flawless precision, cutting down goblins one after another. + +In just a minute, the battlefield was silent, littered with the corpses of goblins. Then, without warning, a blinding red light surged across the battlefield, pulsing with an intensity that seemed to shake the very air. The glow radiated a strange, otherworldly energy, casting long, ominous shadows over the fallen goblins. + +However, just as suddenly as it appeared, the red light flickered and faded, leaving behind an unsettling calm. + +"It's done." Max smiled, seeing that he had killed all the goblins with just one skill. Satisfied, he jumped down and collected the drops from the four level 3 goblins he had killed earlier. + +"Damn, Max, you're getting stronger than I ever imagined, even in my dreams," William said as he approached with Zixi and Henry. + +Max only smiled and asked, "So, are there more level 3 goblins here?" He wanted to reach level 3 before heading to the boss room, and for some reason, he felt that only level 3 goblin cores could help him level up now. + +"We don't know," Zixi replied, glancing at the battlefield. "When we came here, there were a total of 10 level 3 goblins, but that doesn't include the ones you've already killed." + +"That few?" Max frowned. "The boss should be a level 5 monster, right? So there should be many more level 3 goblins out there in the dungeon." + +"You're right." William's shoulders drooped. "We're unlucky to have encountered a level 5 dungeon this time. It'll be very difficult to kill a level 4 boss, let alone a level 5 one." + +'A level 5 boss is indeed a huge problem, but not for me,' Max thought, though he kept this to himself. He looked at the battlefield, wondering if absorbing all the level 2 cores would be enough to reach level 3. + +"By the way, have you seen Nevin?" Max asked the three of them. + +"Him?" William, Zixi, and Henry exchanged glances and shook their heads. "We've seen almost everyone from our academy in the dungeon, except Nevin." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-90.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-90.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..91d840f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-90.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 90: Chaos in the Central City - 1" +slug: "ch-90" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 90 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The spherical force field surrounding Max shot toward the ground after being struck by the attack of the blurred figure. + +Crash! + +It crashed into the horde of monsters and hunters locked in combat. + +"Look, something fell from the sky! Huh? Why do I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere?" + +"Damn, he could fly and was fighting those monsters in the air?" + +Find more chapters on freewebnovel.com + +"He’s only around 15 years old, and he could fly?" + +"It must be a skill or his class. Anyway, we should focus on the monsters on the ground." + +The hunters were momentarily surprised by the young figure crashing before them, but they weren’t concerned, as he was protected by the spherical force field. + +"Damn, that thing is fast," Max muttered, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the air, where he saw the monster that had attacked him. + +It looked like a mantis, its four sharp, blade-like limbs outstretched, with two additional limbs for legs. It was flying with violently rotating wings, nearly invisible to the naked eye. + +"A mantis?" Max muttered, assessing the monster. "Its strength is at level 7 of the Apprentice Rank." He smiled as five small swords materialized before him. + +"Don’t!" A shout caught Max’s attention, and he saw a figure in the air, engaged in combat with the flying monsters, killing them before they could interfere with the battle on the ground. + +Max smiled, recognizing the figure. He understood the warning, but he knew this mantis-type monster was no match for him. + +Swish! + +Just as he thought this, the mantis-type monster moved. Its figure blurred, and it appeared before Max, ready to deliver another blow. + +But Max was prepared for its super-fast attack. Using his Three Dimensional Body skill, Max tracked its movements and trajectory, sending his five small swords to strike. + +The five small swords shot into the air, their trajectories intertwining in a deadly, precise dance as they encircled the mantis-like creature. + +In an instant, they crisscrossed the mantis’s body with lightning speed, leaving faint blue lines etched across the creature’s form. + +For a brief moment, the mantis remained suspended in midair, the glowing lines flickering before its body abruptly split apart. Chunks of its form scattered as the severed pieces fell to the ground. + +’It’s dead,’ Max thought, shifting his focus to the middle-aged man who was fighting alone in the air, fending off the flying monsters. + +He launched ice arrows and occasionally flying spears at the monsters, killing them effortlessly, but there were too many flying monsters for one man to handle. + +Seeing this, Max flew into the air and appeared beside him. + +"Need any help?" Max asked the middle-aged man, who had long blue hair down to his shoulders, piercing purple eyes, and wore a long black cloak. + +The blue-haired man turned to Max. "You sure are strong for a level 1 Apprentice Rank, but I think you should go and help those on the ground. They’re having a harder time than me up here." + +Max glanced down at the ground before turning back to him. "I will, but let me take care of this first." He said, as hundreds of small flying swords appeared around him. + +The blue-haired man was shocked by this, retreating slightly, feeling the aura emanating from Max. + +Using the Three Dimensional Body skill, Max locked onto nearly all the flying monsters, aiming at them and attacking. + +Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! + +The hundreds of flying swords shot toward the flying monsters with swift precision. In the blink of an eye, they formed a dazzling array of blue light, weaving through the air like a storm of deadly meteors, each one finding its mark. + +The swords pierced wings, skulls, and bodies with unerring accuracy. The monsters screeched in agony as they were torn apart mid-flight, their lifeless forms plummeting to the ground below. + +Within moments, the once-overwhelming swarm of flying monsters had been reduced to nothing but falling debris, their numbers obliterated by the relentless assault of the swords. + +The blue-haired man was stunned. He hadn’t expected the young man before him to possess such strength. But after staring at his face for a moment he recognized him. + +"Kid, you’re strong, but I really didn’t need your help," the blue-haired man said, feeling a little embarrassed that a junior had to take care of his tasks. He was a level 5 Adept Rank and his strength was enough to handle all those monsters in the air. + +Max turned to him. "We should eliminate all these monsters as quickly as possible and regroup with the guilds," he said solemnly. + +He added asking. "What’s the situation here?" + +The blue-haired man sighed and, introducing himself, explained, "I’m one of the 30 generals of Central City. You can call me General Gale." He continued, explaining the situation. "When the tear in the void appeared, I, along with the other generals of Central City, was immediately sent to this part of the city by our leader." + +He added, "At that time, I didn’t know why he ordered us to be stationed here when the main problem was near the tear, but now I understand. He probably wanted all the generals to clear out the monsters that escaped outside the dome." + +Max nodded, considering this. "Then who is handling the monsters inside the dome?" he asked. + +General Gale replied, "It’s the Marshals, Commanders, and Warlords. They should be handling the monsters inside the dome with the top five guilds and the four families." + +"What about the people living in these areas and in the dome?" Max asked, concern rising in him. If the entire city became a battlefield, the citizens would face the worst of it. + +He understood that there were still many people who didn’t like to fight and numerous other people who weren’t hunters. A situation like a dungeon break was the worst case scenario for them. + +General Gale smiled proudly. "Don’t worry about them. Situations like this have happened before, though never on such a large scale. Still, we were prepared." + +He continued, "Central City is based on a large-scale rune formation. So, if dungeons appear in any area, the citizens and people with low strength—or those who aren’t hunters—will automatically be teleported to a safe bunker." + +Max nodded in understanding, his eyes flashing with appreciation for the efforts of Union Vanguard and Rune Tower. ’It seems like when people say the Core Circle is the safest place to live in the East Region, it wasn’t just talk.’ + +He turned his attention back to the monsters on the ground. "Let’s take care of the monsters on the ground first before deciding what to do," he said, as he floated down to a position just above them. + +Using his Three Dimensional Body skill, Max’s eyes honed in on each of the monsters, locking onto them. Hundreds of small swords once again appeared before him as he used the Magic Sword Bullets skill. + +"Go!" Max shouted lightly as he launched his attack. + +The hundreds of small swords rained down on the monsters like blue lasers, their speed and precision unmatched. The blades tore through the air, drilling into the monsters’ bodies with devastating force. + +Some creatures were split cleanly apart, their halves collapsing in opposite directions. Others were shredded into unrecognizable pieces, their remains scattering across the battlefield. + +A few were pinned to the ground, the swords piercing through them like unyielding spears, anchoring their lifeless forms to the earth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-900.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-900.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ce0621e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-900.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 894: Kyle vs Three Headed Dragon" +slug: "ch-900" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 900 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kyle’s fair and handsome face darkened instantly, his tranquil expression replaced by a cold sharpness that made the surrounding temperature drop. He turned his head and glanced briefly at Nell, who was lying on the ground injured, and her two companions. + +His lips curled into a thin, cold smile as he said in a calm but chilling tone, "Very good. Thank you for injuring this beast. Now, I will kill it myself... and avenge my two fallen brothers." + +The yellow-faced young man and the long-faced young man stiffened, their expressions shifting from exhaustion to anger. They had nearly died fighting to weaken the three-headed black dragon, their spiritual pets severely injured, and one of their own gravely hurt. + +Yet Kyle, with his lofty tone, acted as though their effort was nothing more than a convenient favor for him. His righteousness sounded grand, but to them, it was hollow and arrogant, and it made their hearts burn with silent fury. + +On the ground, Nell tilted her head slightly, her delicate features showing both pain and vulnerability. Her snow-white hand touched the blood at the corner of her lips, her slender index finger smearing it faintly, which made her already crimson lips glisten like a blooming flower, delicate and alluring. + +She gazed at Kyle with a soft and almost pitiful expression and said in a sweet but weak tone, "Senior Brother Kyle... the three of us fought hard and injured this three-headed black dragon. Please... kill it and give us the beast core." + +Her words were accompanied by a look of helpless beauty that seemed crafted to stir the hearts of men. Indeed, the two yellow-faced young men, despite their pain and frustration, couldn’t help but glance at her lips and the pale curve of her face, their eyes momentarily heating up with a desire they didn’t bother to hide. + +But Nell herself looked at Kyle with barely concealed pride in her eyes, as if she already considered her request granted. + +Kyle’s response was swift and icy. He let out a cold snort, his bright eyes flashing with disdain as he said, "This young master has no interest in you." His voice was calm but carried a dismissive edge sharp enough to cut. "As for the beast core..." He paused for a brief moment, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smirk. "I will naturally not give it to you." + +Nell’s charming face instantly contorted, her sweet and alluring expression collapsing into one of fury. Her breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling violently as anger took hold. She clenched her teeth, glaring at Kyle with hatred and indignation. + +"Kyle..." she hissed through clenched teeth, "if you dare to take the beast core, I will tell Brother Tron about this. He will definitely help me!" + +"Tron William? Humph." Kyle’s voice was calm yet filled with a trace of arrogance as he looked at Nell with cold eyes. "I’ve been thinking of fighting him in the Abyssal Stairs for some time now. So, don’t worry. After this secret domain, I’ll personally go to the Abyssal Stairs and face Tron."𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 + +His words rang with confidence, completely dismissing the threat Nell had tried to use against him. It was clear he was not afraid of Tron William, the "Senior Brother Tron" whom Nell had mentioned with such conviction. + +In fact, Kyle seemed to welcome the challenge, as though the thought of fighting Tron only excited him further. Without even looking back at Nell again, he gave her a glance filled with disdain, like one might give an insect, and then strode straight towards the three-headed black dragon, which was lying battered and bleeding on the ground. + +Nell’s body trembled with fury, her beautiful face contorted with anger. Her eyes seemed to spit fire, glaring daggers at Kyle’s back as she clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth so hard it felt like they might break. She was humiliated, completely ignored by someone she had tried to threaten, and that humiliation burned in her chest like molten iron. + +The two yellow-faced young men standing behind her were not any better. Their faces had turned dark and ugly, their eyes flashing with barely restrained hatred. In their hearts, they wished nothing more than to kill Kyle on the spot. + +But reality was cruel—they didn’t have the strength to even consider such a thing. Kyle’s reputation and strength were unmatched in their generation within the Thunder Monarch Hall, and even with both of them attacking together, they would only meet certain death. + +For now, they could only suppress their anger and silently pin their hopes on Senior Brother Tron, who might someday put Kyle in his place. + +Tron William—Senior Brother Tron—was not just any cultivator. He was one of the strongest peak Legend Rank powerhouses of the Void Soul Tower and was regarded as their first-ranked 3-star genius. + +The only reason Kyle wasn’t already considered unbeatable was because he and Tron had once fought to a standstill, their duel ending in a draw that had shaken both sects. In this secret domain, Tron was also present somewhere, but unfortunately, he was not here at this moment to challenge Kyle directly. + +So they could only watch helplessly as Kyle approached the dying beast and raised his palm high, mana swirling around him like a violent storm. His voice was cold and unfeeling as he declared, "You beast, die." + +The three-headed black dragon, already severely injured by Nell’s group and their spirit beasts, barely had the strength to stand. The oppressive aura Kyle exuded sent shivers through its body, and before it could even muster a counterattack, Kyle’s palm struck like a collapsing mountain. + +"Bang!" The impact reverberated like thunder, sending the three-headed black dragon flying backward. Its massive body crashed into the blood-soaked pool, creating waves several dozen feet high. The impact was so fierce that the already crimson water splashed far beyond the pool’s edges, dyeing even the vibrant Pure Yang Flower floating in the center with streaks of red. + +The three-headed black dragon let out a heart-wrenching roar, its voices combining into a sound of pure pain and despair. Its body twitched as it struggled to rise, eyes filled with both hatred and deep-rooted fear as it stared at Kyle. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-901.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-901.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9386864 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-901.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 895: Supression" +slug: "ch-901" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 901 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Yet even in this battered state, even as it trembled on the verge of death, the dragon did not retreat deeper into the pool to escape. Instead, it stubbornly positioned itself in front of the Pure Yang Flower, its body coiled defensively, guarding it with all the strength it had left. + +Kyle stood at the edge of the blood-soaked pool, his expression calm yet filled with an innate arrogance that seemed to radiate from his very being. Looking down at the battered three-headed black dragon, his eyes carried the superiority of one who believed himself unmatched. + +His voice, clear and crisp like finely polished jade, carried easily across the battlefield as he spoke, "Beast, I pity the time and effort it has taken for you to cultivate to such a level. If you are willing to offer your soul blood and become my spiritual pet, I will spare your life." + +The three-headed black dragon, despite its grievous injuries, still possessed the intelligence of a human. It fully understood the meaning behind Kyle’s words. Its three bloodied heads lifted slightly, their crimson eyes glaring at Kyle with defiance. Blood continued to drip from its scales, yet its spirit remained unbroken. + +After a brief moment of silence, its throats vibrated, and a guttural, choking roar erupted from its mouths, filled with hatred and refusal. + +Kyle’s eyes narrowed slightly, his arrogance now laced with a hint of cold killing intent. "Since you choose death," he said, his voice still calm but cutting through the air like ice, "then I will grant your wish." + +His snow-white embroidered robe fluttered slightly in the breeze as he raised his right hand, palm facing downward. mana surged like a torrent, condensing into a dazzling golden glow that shone as bright as the sun.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 + +Within moments, three intricate golden seals formed in his palm, each one pulsating with destructive power. With a flick of his wrist, the seals shot forward, splitting through the air with a loud sonic boom before slamming down on each of the dragon’s three heads. + +"Roar!" The dragon roared in fury and desperation, unleashing gouts of venom and clouds of poisonous gas in an attempt to stop the golden seals. Under normal circumstances, in its peak state, its venom could melt through enchanted weapons and corrode spiritual barriers with ease. + +But now, severely injured and drained from its battle with Nell’s group, its power had waned drastically. The golden seals, unimpeded, struck their targets. + +"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Three sharp, wet impacts echoed across the clearing as the seals smashed into its skulls, causing blood to gush out from all three heads. Deep cracks spread across its armored scales, and its body convulsed violently in pain. + +Nell, who had been lying on the ground recovering, and her two companions, turned pale instantly. Even they, disciples of the feared Void Soul Tower, were shaken by the sheer dominance Kyle displayed. Max, still hidden in the shadows, felt his pupils shrink slightly. ’Isn’t his strength... too terrifying?’ he thought, his mind racing. + +He knew Kyle was strong, but this was beyond what he had imagined—far beyond what most peak Legend Rank cultivators could achieve. + +Kyle took a slow, deliberate step forward, reaching out with both hands. Golden light flared brighter, cascading from his body like sunlight piercing through storm clouds, then condensed into a colossal golden hand that rippled with terrifying energy. + +With a single downward motion, the massive golden hand grasped the dragon’s central head, its fingers digging deep into the beast’s scale-covered flesh. + +"Roar!!!" The three-headed black dragon screeched and thrashed, trying desperately to break free, its tail whipping the ground with enough force to shatter stone. But Kyle’s grip did not budge. His expression hardened, and he gave a loud shout as he pulled with overwhelming strength. + +"Bang!" The sound reverberated like thunder as Kyle ripped the beast’s enormous body from the pool, water cascading down like a crimson waterfall. He swung his arm effortlessly, and the three-headed black dragon, dozens of feet long and several feet thick, slammed onto the grass with an earth-shaking crash. + +The impact made the ground tremble, deep cracks spreading from where the beast landed. Its three heads screamed in agony, blood spurting wildly and flowing across the grass, forming a small bloody stream that soaked into the earth. The smell of iron filled the air, sharp and suffocating. + +Everyone present stared in wide-eyed shock, their faces pale, their hearts pounding uncontrollably. Even Arnold and his two companions, who had been elated by Kyle’s arrival, were left speechless. + +The roar of the three-headed black dragon shook the earth and sky, carrying such raw, untamed power that even Kyle, who stood like a god overlooking the battlefield, felt the impact reverberate through his bones. + +The beast, despite its grievous injuries, still carried an unyielding spirit, refusing to bow before any human. + +Kyle’s expression remained calm but filled with an intimidating majesty, his voice clear and commanding as he declared, "Beast, I will give you one last chance. Submit to me now, and live." His tone was absolute, the kind of voice that brooked no defiance, like a divine decree cast down from the heavens. + +But the three-headed black dragon would not yield. It raised its bloodstained heads high, eyes burning with wild defiance and hatred, and released an ear-splitting roar, its blood-soaked aura surging like a violent tide. The air trembled under the sheer weight of its refusal, a final statement that it would rather die than submit. + +Kyle’s patience snapped. His brows furrowed in displeasure, and a cold gleam flickered in his eyes. "Stubborn." His right palm rose high, golden energy swirling around it like a storm, preparing to crush the beast once and for all. But then, mid-strike, his expression changed drastically. + +From the central head of the dragon, a blood-red bead the size of a fist suddenly emerged, spinning violently as it floated into the air. It pulsed like a living heart, radiating terrifying energy. + +"Beast core?" Kyle muttered, his tone shifting to shock. + +Nell and her companions also gasped, their expressions frozen in disbelief. The yellow-faced young man was the first to react, his face draining of color as he shouted, "Not good, it’s going to self-destruct its beast core! Retreat, quickly!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-902.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-902.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..874caee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-902.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 896: Detonation of Beast Core" +slug: "ch-902" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 902 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The realization struck Kyle like a bolt of lightning. Not only had the three-headed black dragon refused to submit, it had chosen to take its own life and drag him down with it, unleashing a final attack so deadly it could kill even top experts. + +"Damn it!" Kyle cursed under his breath, his usual calm shattering as his jade-like face grew pale. He knew very well the power of a beast core self-destruction, especially one from a peak Legend Rank beast like this. + +Even in its wounded state, the detonation’s destructive force would be unimaginably strong, comparable to a cultivator at the early stage of the Spirit Heaven Realm unleashing their full power. Against such devastation, even he, with all his confidence and strength, could not afford to take it head-on. + +Without hesitation, Kyle retreated at an astonishing speed, his body flashing like golden lightning as he shot backward. + +"Roar!" The dragon, seeing its enemy flee, unleashed one final, earth-shattering roar. Its three heads tilted back toward the heavens, its blood energy surging violently into the sky. Then came the bang—a deafening explosion as the beast core shattered. A massive blood cloud, ten feet across and pulsating with lethal energy, erupted outward, rolling across the battlefield like a crimson tide of death. + +"Golden Sun Shield!" Kyle shouted as his hands moved instinctively, golden light bursting forth from his palms, condensing into a bright, circular shield. He hoped to block the deadly force just long enough to escape unscathed. + +But he had underestimated it. This was no ordinary burst of power—it was the full force of a peak Legend Rank beast sacrificing its very essence, a power bordering on the Mythic Rank. The moment the blood cloud struck the shield, it shattered like fragile glass under a hammer. + +"Hateful!" Kyle’s eyes narrowed, his face hardening with uncharacteristic ruthlessness as he tried to push his energy outward, summoning his martial arts in desperation. But the blood cloud moved faster than his techniques could form. + +Boom! The crimson wave engulfed him, and a sharp metallic taste filled his mouth. + +"Puff!" Kyle coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face draining of color as pain seared through his body. His figure was hurled backward like a rag doll, crashing through the air before hitting the ground, his aura flickering weakly for the first time since his arrival. + +"Brother Kyle?" + +Arnold and his companions cried out in alarm as they saw Kyle’s body hurled back by the terrifying explosion. Instinct urged them to rush forward and help, but the raging blood cloud that had even overwhelmed Kyle’s defenses was still spreading violently across the battlefield.𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚 + +If they dared to charge in recklessly, they would only share his fate and be obliterated on the spot. Fear rooted them in place, forcing them to retreat several steps, their faces pale and their hearts pounding. + +"Bang, bang, bang!" + +The devastating wave did not stop there. It swept outward and engulfed everything in its path, forcing Nell and her two injured companions into its deadly reach. The yellow-faced young man and the long-faced young man looked on in horror, their expressions frozen as the blood cloud bore down on them like an unstoppable tide of death. + +Their foreheads beaded with cold sweat as despair began to creep into their eyes. And then, unexpectedly, the sharp crack of a palm strike rang out. + +"Junior Sister Nell?" The two men’s voices were filled with disbelief as their bodies were suddenly knocked forward by a force they had not anticipated. They stumbled and looked back in shock, only to see Nell’s delicate hand lowering slowly, her red lips curved into a cold, emotionless sneer. + +"Two senior brothers, don’t you like me? Weren’t you always willing to do anything for me?" Her voice was calm, almost silky, yet every word dripped with venom. "Now’s your chance—die for me." + +Their eyes widened, filled with a mixture of disbelief and raw despair. "No—!" they screamed, but it was too late. The wave of blood energy crashed down on them like an avalanche, erasing their bodies in an instant. The sound of their cries was drowned by the sizzling hiss of corrosion as their flesh and bones dissolved into nothingness, leaving only a lingering mist of blood. + +Even their spiritual pets, the falcon snake and thunder frog, caught in the same lethal tide, screamed briefly before meeting the same tragic end, their bodies dissolving into red vapors that merged with the deadly blood cloud. + +Nell, on the other hand, retreated with quick, graceful steps, using the two men’s bodies as shields long enough to escape the edge of the blast radius. She stood at a safe distance, her breathing steady, her face devoid of even the slightest flicker of guilt or sadness. She had sacrificed her own comrades without hesitation, her sole focus fixed on surviving. + +Watching from his hidden position, Max’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. ’What a cruel woman...’ he thought, his chest tightening slightly at the cold-bloodedness he had just witnessed. + +Before he could dwell on it further, Blob’s urgent voice rang out in his mind: "Max, why are you still standing there? Kyle is seriously injured, Nell is retreating, and Arnold and his men are scattered! Now is the time—get the Pure Yang Flowers!" + +Max’s eyes lit up with sudden realization. ’This is it... this is my moment.’ Without another thought, he burst from his hiding spot, his body igniting with black flames that rippled like living shadows around him. His figure became a blur as he rushed toward the pool with incredible speed, ignoring Nell completely. + +At the edge of the pond, the Pure Yang Flowers stood silently, their golden-red petals glowing faintly like embers in the night, perched delicately on the rock wall. They were serene and beautiful, exuding an ancient, warm fragrance, like orchids hidden deep in a secret valley. And now, at this perfect moment of chaos, they were completely unguarded, waiting to be claimed. + +"Roar!" The three-headed black dragon, lying in a pool of its own blood, struggled weakly as one of its heads caught sight of Max rushing toward the Pure Yang Flower. Its voice was hoarse yet filled with defiance, the sound echoing like a final act of resistance from a proud beast unwilling to allow even a single trespasser to desecrate what it had been guarding. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-903.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-903.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76e3539 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-903.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 897: Everything as Planned" +slug: "ch-903" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 903 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1246 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The roar startled Max for an instant, a chill running down his spine, but he quickly realized the dragon’s body was trembling too much to move, its strength completely drained from the brutal battle and the devastating self-detonation of its beast core. + +Max exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus. Black flames erupted around his body like a shroud, twisting and writhing as his unique power surged. "Devour," he whispered, his voice low and calm. Immediately, waves of energy from the dying three-headed black dragon began to flow toward him, drawn into his body like streams feeding into a hungry abyss. The surge of power was immense, but Max didn’t stop to savor it, knowing there was no time. + +He moved like lightning, the One Step Mile technique propelling him forward at astonishing speed. One moment, he was a hundred feet away from the Pure Yang Flower, and in the very next, he had halved the distance to fifty feet, his body nothing but a blur of black flames racing across the blood-soaked ground. + +The roar, however, had another unintended effect—it snapped Kyle back to consciousness. Lying bruised and bloodied from the devastating beast core explosion, Kyle’s eyes fluttered open, and his blurred vision settled on Max’s figure speeding toward the pond. Disbelief and rage flooded Kyle’s gaze. He had seen battles before, seen opportunists try to take advantage of chaos, but this? This was beyond anything he could tolerate. + +A person, someone so insignificant that he hadn’t even noticed during the fight, had been hiding nearby this entire time, waiting like a vulture for the right moment to swoop in and claim what so many had nearly died to obtain. + +"You dare... Kill him!" Kyle’s roar rang with raw killing intent, his voice reverberating with enough force to make the others freeze momentarily. His aura flared slightly, though faint and unstable, and murderous intent poured off him like a suffocating tide. + +But it was useless—Kyle had no spare strength left to personally stop Max. His body refused to move, pain shooting through him as his injuries screamed in protest. + +Arnold and his two companions, however, reacted immediately. Rage twisted their expressions as they finally grasped what was happening. "Max! Stop right there!" Arnold shouted, his voice cracking with fury. + +The young man named Devon and the young man named Rick didn’t hesitate, charging forward with every ounce of speed they could muster. Their mana surged, tearing cracks into the ground beneath their feet as they shot toward Max like arrows loosed from a bow. + +They were livid—beyond livid. So many had fought tooth and nail, paying in blood and lives, and yet now, an outsider from the mere Master Rank—a rank they wouldn’t even glance at under normal circumstances—was taking advantage of their sacrifice. If word of this spread, they would become the laughingstock of the entire secret domain. Their reputations as proud geniuses would be shattered. + +"This Max must die!" Dustin’s voice roared through the clearing as he pushed his speed to its limits. Rick’s expression was just as grim, his killing intent no less than Kyle’s. + +But they were too far. A hundred feet separated them from the pond, and Max, fueled by the One Step Mile technique, was moving faster than their eyes could track, each step shrinking space as though he were bending the distance itself. + +In just a breath’s time, Max was there—standing before the Pure Yang Flower, its delicate petals glowing faintly like embers of pure life essence. With a swift motion, he reached out, plucked it from its place, and with another flick of his wrist, placed it safely into his storage space. + +The golden-red glow of the flower vanished instantly, leaving only the scent of its essence lingering faintly in the blood-tinged air. Behind him, Arnold, Dustin, and Rick’s furious cries echoed, but by then, it was already too late—the Pure Yang Flower belonged to Max. + +Max didn’t waste a single heartbeat after securing the Pure Yang Flower. His eyes turned toward the enormous corpse of the three-headed black dragon, which was still wreathed in his black flames, its massive body twitching faintly as the last vestiges of life left it. Without hesitation, Max rushed forward, his steps quick and precise, his aura surging like a tide. + +As soon as he reached the dragon, the flames covering its body intensified drastically, roaring upward like a dark inferno eager to consume everything. The scales cracked, the flesh sizzled, and within moments the once-mighty dragon that had dominated the battlefield was reduced to nothing but ashes, leaving behind no bones, no skin, no essence—nothing. + +"Swish!" In one smooth motion, Max vanished from the spot, his figure blurring into an afterimage as he bolted away at full speed, his expression calm yet alert. + +"Catch him!" Kyle’s furious voice ripped across the battlefield, laced with venom and killing intent. He struggled to push himself up despite his injuries, his face turning an ugly shade of purple from sheer anger. Max’s actions had gone beyond snatching an opportunity—he had outright stolen everything Kyle had intended to claim. + +The reason was simple: the three-headed black dragon had three beast cores, and only one had been destroyed in its self-detonation. The remaining two, along with its body that was overflowing with valuable materials—scales, blood, tendons, and bones, all priceless treasures—had been Kyle’s next target.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 + +He had envisioned subduing or at least harvesting the beast after finishing it off, using its parts for rare treasures or refining, which would have added significantly to his strength. Now, all of that had been stolen in the blink of an eye, reduced to ashes by Max’s black flames. + +Arnold and his two companions were equally stunned for a moment. They had assumed Max’s audacity ended at stealing the Pure Yang Flower, but watching him take away even the dragon’s corpse sent shockwaves of rage through them. + +Without hesitation, they roared in unison and shot forward, mana flaring as they desperately tried to close the distance. + +Max, however, moved like a phantom, his figure twisting and weaving through the trees like a spirit snake, graceful yet impossible to catch. The One Step Mile technique left shimmering afterimages in his wake, further taunting his pursuers as he widened the gap. + +Just when he thought he had created enough distance, a figure appeared ahead of him, stepping out from behind a blood-soaked tree with a whip already in her hand. Her figure was alluring and curvaceous, her face deceptively beautiful, but her eyes were filled with venomous hatred. It was Nell. + +"Go to hell!" she screeched, her voice sharp and vicious, echoing with killing intent. The whip in her hand lashed downward like a bolt of crimson lightning, cutting through the air with a deafening crack as it descended toward Max’s head. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. "Do you want to die?" His voice was ice cold, filled with lethal intent. Earlier, he had spared this cruel woman, choosing not to waste time or energy because he had been focused on collecting the Pure Yang Flower. + +He had even ignored her selfish act of sacrificing her own companions to save herself. But now, for her to block his path and attack him in such a critical moment... it was nothing short of courting death. + +His black flames surged violently, responding to his rage like a living thing, wrapping around his sword arm as he prepared to deliver his answer—a fatal one. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-904.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-904.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36db36b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-904.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 898: Killing Nell" +slug: "ch-904" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 904 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1019 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s sword surged with an overwhelming brilliance as he channeled all of his power into a single strike. The blade overflowed with the combined force of his level 2 concepts—sword, flames, lightning, and even the faint rippling of space itself. The surrounding air trembled violently, unable to withstand the oppressive force of his intent. + +Whish! + +A condensed arc of sword light burst forth from his blade, tearing through the void like a radiant comet. Its edges crackled with lightning, its center burned with black flames, and faint distortions warped around it as space itself seemed to bend in its wake. It was fast, far too fast for someone like Nell to react in time. + +Caught completely off guard by the sudden eruption of such terrifying power, Nell’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her beautiful yet venomous face. "No!" she screamed, disbelief and terror in her voice as she instinctively tried to retreat. But there was no time—the sword light was already upon her. + +Shhk! + +The arc of energy struck cleanly, slicing through her like a hot knife through paper. Her body stiffened, her expression frozen in shock as the sword light ripped her apart, splitting her body cleanly into two halves. Blood scattered through the air, the scent of iron spreading instantly, but Max didn’t flinch. + +With a cold wave of his hand, black flames roared to life, enveloping her bisected corpse before it even hit the ground. The dark fire devoured her remains hungrily, reducing them to nothing in moments, leaving only ashes carried away by the wind. Max bent down briefly, plucking her storage ring from the scorched remnants before leaping away once more. + +A quick probe of the storage ring with his soul force revealed more than a dozen Human-Faced Spider King eggs—valuable beyond measure. Max’s lips curled slightly, but he didn’t stop moving. He tucked the ring away and looked back briefly at Arnold and his companions, who were closing in fast but were still far behind. + +Then, without hesitation, he invoked his movement art to its limit. "One Mile Step!" His figure blurred, vanishing like a streak of black lightning, his speed reaching an almost instantaneous burst. + +Within moments, the distance between him and Arnold’s group had doubled, then tripled, until his presence could no longer even be sensed. + +Arnold and the others came to an abrupt stop, their expressions a mixture of shock and fury. They hadn’t expected Max’s speed to be so monstrous. "Damn it!" Devon cursed, his face pale with anger, while Rick’s eyes darkened, his expression twisted in frustration. + +Arnold’s face was equally ugly, his teeth clenched. Max had taken everything: the Pure Yang Flower, the dragon’s corpse, even Nell’s belongings. But despite his anger, Arnold forced himself to stay calm. + +He took a deep breath and said in a measured tone, "Don’t worry, two senior brothers. The secret domain doesn’t close for another forty days. We have time... we will find him." + +"Good," Devon and Rick responded, their voices still tinged with frustration but steadied by Arnold’s assurance. The three of them turned back toward the bloodstained clearing, their faces grim. + +Kyle, who had been seated on the ground healing, slowly opened his eyes after a cup of tea’s time. His aura surged briefly, bright and sharp like a blade, and the bloodstains on his snow-white clothes faded as his energy cleansed them, leaving him spotless once again. + +His face, however, was gloomy and cold as he looked at Arnold’s group. "Didn’t catch him?" + +Arnold bowed his head slightly. "Yes, Senior Brother Kyle. He escaped." Even someone like Arnold, proud and arrogant in his own right, had to lower his tone in front of Kyle. + +Kyle’s gaze hardened, his eyes flashing with killing intent before he exhaled sharply. "Forget it. Recover your strength first." He waved his hand dismissively, his expression icy, but then a sneer crept onto his lips. "As long as Max is still in this secret domain, he can’t leave alive." + +Arnold and his companions nodded quickly, relief washing over their tense faces at Kyle’s words. Devon and Rick, in particular, felt their hearts ease slightly, confident that with someone like Kyle hunting Max, their humiliation would not last long. Max’s days, in their eyes, were already numbered. + +--- + +To the west of the secret domain lay an ancient forest, vast and eerily silent, where sunlight barely touched the mossy ground. Towering trees, each as thick as half a foot in diameter and soaring high into the clouds, formed a canopy so dense that even birds avoided flying too deep within. + +The air here was damp and heavy, carrying the faint scent of old wood and decaying leaves, while the distant rustle of unseen creatures echoed like whispers in the shadows. + +In the middle of this silent wilderness stood a broken, hollow tree, its trunk scarred from years of battles and storms. Inside this natural shelter, Max sat cross-legged on a mat of dry leaves, calmly resting and focusing his energy. + +Nearby, his little rat companion gnawed happily on a piece of lingshi, the soft cracking sounds of its chewing echoing faintly within the hollow. Its cheeks were stuffed full, and its eyes shone with greedy satisfaction, making Max shake his head helplessly and mutter under his breath, "You’re going to get fat at this rate." + +He turned his palm, and two blood-red beast cores, each the size of a clenched fist, appeared floating above it, their surfaces faintly glowing with a rich crimson aura. + +These were no ordinary cores—they belonged to the two beast pets of the trio from the Void Soul Tower he had slain. Their power radiated faint waves of energy, the kind that could shake lesser experts to their knees.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +For a moment, Max’s expression softened into one of lingering awe. He had been lucky, extremely lucky, to acquire such treasures. If circumstances had been slightly different, he wouldn’t even have stood a chance. + +"If it wasn’t for that stroke of luck... I couldn’t have handled Kyle," he muttered, remembering the fierce battle vividly. + +But these cores were not his greatest harvest. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-905.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-905.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5010d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-905.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 899: A Complicated Process" +slug: "ch-905" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 905 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +A mechanical chime rang faintly in his mind: + +[Draconic Essences increased by 100] + +[Current Draconic Essences: 800] + +[Current Dragon Scales: 800] + +A slow smile formed on Max’s face as he clenched his fist, feeling the surge of hidden potential coiling inside his body. With eight hundred draconic essences and eight hundred dragon scales, he knew his raw physical strength alone was now enough to contend with peak Legend Rank experts. + +He could stand toe-to-toe with enemies who once would have crushed him. + +"Max, are you going to refine these two beast cores?" Blob’s calm, ethereal voice echoed in his body. + +"Yes," Max replied without hesitation, his eyes gleaming. "Even though the restrictions of the secret domain won’t let me break through immediately, the energy won’t vanish. If I keep absorbing cores and treasures like this, then the moment I step into Champion Rank, I could jump straight to the second or even third level without a pause."𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +He looked down at the cores again. These weren’t ordinary spoils—they were eighth-level Legend Rank beast cores, the highest quality cores he had ever touched. The sheer energy packed inside them was staggering, enough to destroy a small city if mishandled. + +And that wasn’t all—he had already fully devoured the corpse of the peak Legend Rank three-headed black dragon. That alone would have been enough to raise his strength by one or two levels under normal circumstances. Now, adding these two cores would push his hidden reserves beyond anything he had ever imagined. + +Determined, Max rose and scouted the surrounding area before locating a secluded cave hidden behind thick vines and boulders. After ensuring no beasts or experts were nearby, he gestured to the little rat. "Guard the entrance. No one comes near." The little rat squeaked once, scurrying to the mouth of the cave and puffing out its tiny chest proudly. + +Max sat cross-legged inside, placing the two cores before him. Closing his eyes, he began devouring the two beast cores, black flames faintly flickering around his body as he guided the energy within the cores into himself. Power surged through his meridians, flooding his body with pure vitality and raw force, but he focused calmly, letting it refine him slowly. + +Three days passed in the blink of an eye. + +When Max finally opened his eyes, the beast cores were gone, their power completely drained. Though he didn’t feel any immediate change in strength due to the secret domain’s suppression, he could sense it—like a coiled dragon resting deep within him, waiting to awaken. + +"When I break through to Champion Rank..." he whispered to himself, clenching his fists as his eyes flashed like lightning, "I’ll rise straight to the top." + +With a satisfied smile, Max drew out the storage ring belonging to the late Nell, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He sent his soul force inside, and the sight made him pause for a moment. Piled within were no fewer than three hundred thousand beast cores, each one radiating different elemental fluctuations, and neatly stacked to one side were more than thirty jade tablets of medicinal pills, each exuding a faint medicinal fragrance. + +’This woman was really rich...’ Max thought to himself, shaking his head slightly. For an outer genius of the Void Soul Tower to carry such wealth was unusual, but then again, Nell had been cruel, ambitious, and clearly well-funded. + +However, none of these treasures was what Max truly wanted. His gaze swept past them, searching with purpose. ’Where are they?’ he wondered, his soul force probing deeper and deeper into the ring. + +Finally, hidden at the innermost section of the storage ring, he found a small, ruby-colored box that emitted a faint energy fluctuation. Carefully, Max brought it out, and when he opened the lid, his eyes lit up. + +Inside the box lay more than a dozen dark-colored eggs, each one slightly translucent under the light, faint patterns resembling a spider’s web naturally etched into their shells. + +They rested quietly, emanating a faint yet distinct aura of life. Max gently picked one up, holding it in his palm. The egg felt warm, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat, a clear sign that it was still alive. + +A small grin tugged at his lips. "So, these really are Human-Faced Spider King eggs... and they’re alive." + +Blob’s voice echoed inside his mind, tinged with both excitement and caution. "You are really lucky, Max. Fourteen Human-Faced Spider King eggs—this is something people would kill entire clans over. But hatching them won’t be easy." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Blob, how do I hatch them?" + +The response came swiftly. "It’s not too complicated in principle but extremely taxing in practice. You must feed them with your own blood for three months straight, allowing them to recognize you as their master and form a spiritual connection. At the same time, you’ll need to nourish them regularly with the Liquid of Life Cold Spring water. If you do it properly, in as fast as one year, or as slow as two years, these spider kings will break out of their shells and accept you fully." + +Max stared at the egg in silence for a moment before sighing, "That’s... complicated." + +Blob chuckled lightly. "Of course it is. Do you think a beast whose mature form rivals a peak Mythic Rank existence can be hatched like a chicken egg? If it were easy, Human-Faced Spider Kings wouldn’t have nearly vanished from this world." + +"Fair enough," Max muttered, placing the egg back into the box before storing all fourteen inside his Dimension of Spirit. He immediately tasked Tian to look after them with care. "We’ll handle the hatching once we’re out of this place." + +Three days later, Max’s figure was seen stepping into a mountainous region. Towering peaks rose one after another, shrouded in mist, while the chilling winds whistled like ghosts through the jagged cliffs. + +Deep within these mountains lay the infamous Black Dog Abyss, a place notorious for its strange energy fluctuations and dangerous beasts. + +Max traveled steadily along the winding paths, and he wasn’t idle on the way. The little rat darted from bush to bush, searching for valuable herbs and spiritual medicines. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-906.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-906.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bad8fae --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-906.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 900: Black Dog Abyss" +slug: "ch-906" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 906 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With Max’s current strength, even if he encountered a monster at the peak of Legend Rank, he had confidence in his ability to either kill it outright or retreat unscathed, so he advanced deeper without hesitation. + +"Shua!" A flash of movement caught his eye, and soon, the little rat came bounding out of the underbrush, its tiny paws clutching a radiant herb shaped like a sunflower. The petals glimmered faintly like they were forged of gold itself, exuding a rich elemental aura. + +Max recognized it immediately—the Golden Sunflower, a sixth-grade spiritual elixir. + +He took the flower gently from the little rat’s mouth, feeling the metallic essence flowing within it. This elixir was precious, capable of being refined into high-grade pills or even used directly to comprehend the Metal Concept. + +"Well done," Max said with a smile as he patted the little rat’s head before feeding it a small piece of flower as a reward. The little rat squeaked happily, its cheeks puffing up as it nibbled, while Max carefully stored the sunflower away for selling them away. + +For three full days, Max had followed the same routine with near mechanical precision—he was responsible for luring monsters into traps or open areas, while the little rat scurried swiftly through the underbrush to pick spiritual herbs and miraculous drugs that grew nearby. + +This simple yet effective partnership had paid off enormously, allowing Max to secure an impressive harvest of resources that might have taken months for others to collect. + +However, the little rat, ever the glutton when it came to spiritual herbs, had indulged itself excessively. It had consumed no less than ten fifth-grade miraculous drugs and at least five sixth-grade ones during their excursions. + +The little guy had stuffed itself until its tiny body practically glowed faintly with excess mana, and after its latest indulgence, it simply refused to touch another herb. It would shake its head or hide its nose whenever Max tried to hand one to it, as if even looking at another miraculous drug would make it sick. + +Worse still, the little fellow had grown lethargic and drowsy, curling up whenever it had the chance and refusing to move for long periods. Its usual bright eyes and eager behavior had been replaced by a languid laziness. + +Max had been puzzled, wondering if something was wrong, but then Blob’s voice explained the situation with ease: the little rat had simply eaten too many miraculous herbs, and the accumulated mana within its small body had reached the point where it could directly break through to the fifth level of the Legend Rank. + +It was just like humans after a heavy meal—full and sleepy. + +Understanding this, Max smiled wryly but didn’t push the little rat any further. Instead, he let it rest and recover in peace, curling up on his shoulder as he ventured on alone. + +The bond between them was strong, and he was genuinely considerate of the little creature’s needs, knowing how much it had already contributed to his gains. + +An hour later, Max found himself standing before a chain of dark mountains. These peaks were different from the vibrant forests he had passed earlier—here, the earth was bleak, the stones charred black as if scorched by ancient lightning, and sparse vegetation clung stubbornly to cracks in the rock. + +The sky above was unnaturally dim, as though some unseen shadow shrouded the region, and the air carried a damp, suffocating chill. Thin strands of mist wove between the jagged rocks, moving like living things in the breeze. + +The deeper he walked into this strange region, the darker the sky grew. The distant rumble of thunder rolled constantly in the background, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the horizon, revealing the silhouette of a chaotic thunderstorm swirling over the central region. + +The air there was icy, dense with a heavy gloom, as though light itself struggled to penetrate. + +Perhaps because of this oppressive environment, there were very few monsters wandering here, making the place unusually silent compared to the rest of the secret domain. + +As Max pressed on, the rocky ground suddenly split ahead of him. A massive natural gorge, hundreds of feet across and thousands of feet long, appeared without warning. It wasn’t a simple cliff or canyon but a clean, unnaturally straight fissure, as though some colossal blade had once carved through the land.𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +From above, one could easily see it resembled a deep, perfect slash through the earth—an unnatural scar. + +This was the entrance to the Black Dog Abyss. + +Max stepped to the edge and peered down. A chill instantly crawled up his spine as he felt the strange energy rising from below. Surging waves of dark mana rolled like an underground sea, and a thick, biting cold spread from its depths, causing even his breath to mist in front of him. It was an ominous place, a region where even the wind seemed unwilling to blow. + +Thinking of the infamous creature that dwelled here—the Black Dog, a special type of monster known for its cruelty and cunning—Max’s expression hardened. One mistake here could mean instant death. + +To ensure absolute safety, Max activated his Blue Soul power, shrouding himself entirely, his aura vanishing as though he had ceased to exist. He took a deep breath, adjusted his footing, and then stepped forward, his movements light and soundless, like a phantom blending seamlessly with the darkness. + +Without a sound or trace, Max slipped into the Black Dog Abyss. + +The Black Dog Abyss was unimaginably deep, a vertical chasm plunging more than two thousand feet below the surface. + +As Max descended, he noticed something peculiar—the deeper he went, the wider the space became, as though the earth had been hollowed out by some ancient power. After more than a dozen steady breaths, he finally landed lightly on the cold, uneven ground, his boots crunching against small fragments of stone. + +He took a cautious step back and glanced left and right. Both directions stretched into broad tunnels large enough for several houses to stand side by side. The entire ground was littered with rocks, some as small as grinding plates and others as massive as houses, their jagged shapes casting eerie shadows in the dim light. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-907.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-907.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cde2b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-907.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 901: Treasure Search" +slug: "ch-907" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 907 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1014 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Along the stone walls on either side, numerous black holes of varying sizes gaped like the hollow eyes of some ancient beast, each one exhaling a cold, damp breeze that sent chills crawling across Max’s skin. + +"Are these... the Black Dog dens?" Max muttered, his brows knitting tightly. + +The warning of Blob echoed in his mind: Black Dogs are social creatures. "Where there is one, there are many. Lead one out, and a pack will surely follow. And where there is a pack, there is always a king." + +That thought alone was enough to make Max tense. According to the ancient map he had acquired from the elders, the Black Dog King that resided in this abyss was said to have reached the peak of the Legend Rank. + +That was a creature so powerful that even with his current strength, defeating it head-on would be reckless. + +Still, Max didn’t come here for a confrontation; he had come for treasures, specifically rare medicinal herbs rumored to grow in this abyss. He quietly called out the little rat, which materialized on his shoulder, its bright eyes blinking as it sniffed the air. + +"Find anything valuable," Max instructed softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. + +The little rat’s nose twitched rapidly as it sniffed left, then right, then upward toward the dark cavern holes. It sniffed for a long time, its whiskers trembling, but to Max’s surprise, it didn’t choose a direction. + +Instead, it simply froze in place, its head swiveling back and forth, as if confused. Finally, it sat back on its haunches, wrinkled its small, adorable nose, and stared at him with big, uncertain eyes, tilting its head as if to say it didn’t know what to do. + +"No results?" Max asked with a raised brow. + +The little rat hesitated for a moment, then nodded, only to shake its head immediately after, leaving Max even more puzzled. "What’s that supposed to mean?" he muttered, scratching his chin. He thought for a moment but finally sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth overthinking. + +"Forget it. The Black Dog Abyss isn’t endless. If there’s a magical herb here, I’ll find it myself." + +The little rat let out a soft squeak as if agreeing, then yawned widely, almost human-like, its tiny mouth opening comically before it curled up lazily on Max’s shoulder. + +Clearly, it was still in no mood for much work. Max smirked helplessly at the little creature’s antics and tapped its head gently. "Go rest. I’ll handle this." + +With a thought, he sent the little rat back into the Dimension of Spirit, freeing his shoulder and mind as he prepared to explore the abyss alone. The cold wind continued to flow from the dark cavern holes, carrying with it an ominous stillness that seemed to whisper of unseen eyes watching from the shadows. + +Max took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his sword, and began moving deeper into the abyss, every step silent and deliberate. + +Max paused for a moment, glancing left and right, analyzing the layout of the abyss with calm precision. The Black Dog Abyss ran in an east-west direction, stretching longer the deeper one went, but even so, it was unlikely to exceed a hundred miles in total length. + +Its width was modest in comparison, barely reaching a few thousand feet at its broadest point. With such a size, Max estimated it wouldn’t take long to fully explore and find what he came for. + +Resolute in his plan, he chose to head left first, his steps light and measured. If nothing turns up on this side, he thought, ’I’ll double back and check the right.’ + +The atmosphere in the abyss was distinctly cold, but it wasn’t the chilling Yin energy often found in places steeped in deathly mana. Instead, this was a raw, natural cold, the kind that seeped into one’s bones without warning. + +As Max traveled deeper, he noticed the signs of this unnatural chill more clearly—rocks at the bottom bore traces of frost, their surfaces slick and pale, giving the ground a faint glimmer under the dim light. + +The cold had also stifled vegetation; no lush trees or green shrubs grew here. Instead, only hardy flowers and spiritual herbs adapted to cold, such as those infused with ice or earth attributes, seemed to survive and even thrive. + +Max frowned as he walked past a set of withered vines clinging to a rock face. Withered Vines? he thought, puzzled. These unique plants could only grow in areas rich in withered and decaying life energy, yet this abyss was dominated by raw cold rather than deathly mana. ’Could there be a pocket of withered vitality mana hidden somewhere deeper inside?’ + +Determined to find out, Max fully unleashed his Three-Dimensional Body technique, extending his senses across the region. Every shift of wind, every fluctuation of mana, and every life signature in the surroundings was mapped in his mind as he searched meticulously for any unusual energy signatures. + +A full incense stick’s worth of time passed before he sighed inwardly. There was no trace of the rare herbs he sought. What he did find, however, were two five-grade miraculous drugs, their cold spiritual aura faint but refined. + +Normally, these would be considered valuable, but to someone of Max’s current strength, they were of little use. He ignored the lower-tier three- and four-grade herbs entirely, moving on without sparing them a glance. + +Eventually, his effort paid off slightly when he discovered a six-grade elixir nestled under a jagged rock ledge. The herb’s crystalline petals radiated a rich energy, proof of its high quality. Yet, it came with its own challenge—a guardian beast lurked nearby, a massive, fat-bodied rat with fur like coarse iron wire and eyes glowing faintly red. The beast, possessing the power of the third level of the Legend Rank, bared its teeth the moment Max drew near. + +Max dispatched it efficiently, his sword flashing only once before the beast slumped lifeless to the ground. The elixir was collected, and the eerie silence of the Black Dog Abyss returned as though nothing had happened. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-908.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-908.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c58a3af --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-908.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 902: Great Demonic Art" +slug: "ch-908" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 908 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1355 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Glancing around cautiously, Max noted with relief that he had yet to encounter any black dogs. The stories about their pack mentality and viciousness were still fresh in his mind. Taking a deep breath, he continued forward, his guard slightly lowered but his senses still alert. + +However, unbeknownst to him, he wasn’t the only person in this abyss. + +In a deeper section of the Black Dog Abyss, a stocky figure suddenly stopped mid-step, turning his head sharply in Max’s direction. If Max had seen him, he would have been shocked, for this figure was none other than a monk of the Bright Buddha Palace. + +The monk’s eyes, small and piercing, glimmered faintly as he muttered under his breath, "It seems someone else has entered the Black Dog Abyss. I wonder what his purpose is. Hopefully, it’s different from this humble monk’s..." + +His words trailed off as his figure blurred, his speed increasing dramatically as he disappeared into the thick black fog that clung to the abyss walls. + +At that very moment, Max, oblivious to the monk’s presence, continued his own steady advance deeper into the abyss, unknowingly walking closer toward a convergence neither of them had anticipated. + +"Shua." + +At that very moment, above the dark and oppressive expanse of the Black Dog Abyss, a lone figure streaked through the sky like a black meteor. The young man wore a pitch-black robe that fluttered in the cold wind, his tall and lean figure exuding an eerie sense of sharpness and stillness. + +His face, pale and bloodless, looked almost like it had been carved from wax, devoid of warmth, but his eyes gleamed coldly with intelligence and malice. This man was none other than Kevin. + +Hovering in midair, he gazed down at the yawning fissure below him, a chill creeping through his bones as he muttered to himself, "This is the Black Dog Abyss?" His voice was low, almost uncertain, as if he were both speaking to himself and questioning some unseen presence. + +To any outsider, it would appear to be a strange act of solitude. Yet, almost immediately, an answer came—an eerie, deep voice that echoed unnaturally in the empty air, replying to Kevin’s words: "Yes, this is indeed the Black Dog Abyss. Go in quickly." + +The response carried an unmistakable authority, yet there was no one else present, no living being in sight aside from Kevin. If anyone were there to witness the scene, they would have been chilled to their core, wondering where such a voice could possibly originate. + +Kevin, however, didn’t so much as flinch. He knew exactly where the voice came from—it wasn’t outside him. It was within his very body. + +The source of that voice was Master Dave, an ancient expert whose existence defied the natural cycle of life and death. His soul had taken refuge inside Kevin’s body, a fact Kevin tolerated only because he had no choice. + +Kevin frowned slightly, his pale lips curling into a thin line as he replied in a hushed tone, "Master Dave, you said you found this treasure more than fifty years ago. So much time has passed... Are you sure no one else has taken it already?" + +The ancient voice within him responded immediately, tinged with pride and certainty. "Do not worry. The man who originally held the treasure sealed it with his dying breath. That seal can only be broken by me, and no one else possesses the knowledge to undo it. It will still be there, untouched, waiting for us." + +Kevin’s eyes narrowed, his expression mixed with hope and wariness. "I hope so..." he murmured, though deep in his heart he remained cautious. His mind involuntarily drifted back to Azure Wolf Mountain, and a faint shiver ran down his spine. + +It was there he had first encountered Master Dave—or, more precisely, the corpse that had once housed him. Dave had been a formidable expert in life, one whose strength must have been terrifyingly profound. Even in death, his soul had not dissipated, preserved by a secret technique that allowed it to linger in the physical world. His corpse had remained sealed, dormant for decades, until Kevin stumbled upon it. + +Breaking that seal required one thing—blood. Kevin’s blood. + +Dave had deceived him into providing that blood, and once the seal had been undone, the soul had attempted to take over Kevin’s body. It had nearly succeeded too, because Dave’s power in life had been monstrous. + +If not for the fact that Kevin had, by sheer luck, acquired and practiced a forbidden technique known as the Great Demonic Art, his soul would have been devoured, his body permanently occupied by the ancient specter. + +The Great Demonic Art not only saved Kevin’s life but also gave him the ability to suppress Dave’s soul. He could not completely expel it, but he managed to subjugate it, forcing it to co-exist within his body rather than dominate it outright. + +That was why, even now, Kevin never lowered his guard around the presence that lingered inside him. It was the reason he had avoided revealing his true strength during his encounter with Max in Hidden Sound Valley—he couldn’t risk injury. A serious wound might weaken his control, giving Dave the opportunity to strike and fully seize his body. + +The old devil had once told Kevin of a treasure hidden deep within the Black Dog Abyss, a treasure so rare and powerful that it could accelerate strength to terrifying levels, allowing one to progress thousands of miles in a single day. + +More importantly, it was said to hold a connection to the supreme Divine Rank, something that only a handful of beings in history had ever touched. That promise alone was enough to make Kevin’s heart stir. + +Kevin had long harbored great ambition. He did not simply want strength to defend himself; he wanted to stand at the pinnacle, to crush all who looked down on him, to ascend to the very peak of power and authority. + +The mention of such a treasure was enough to eclipse even the dangers of the Black Dog Abyss, and though he fully understood the risk of death, he had to see it for himself. + +Sensing Kevin’s intent, the old devil residing within his body laughed darkly, his voice filled with confidence and deceitful charm. "Kevin boy, rest easy. This treasure is fated to be yours alone. Even if it does not directly push you into the Divine Rank, there is no doubt it will raise you to the peak of the Mythic Rank. At that point, who under heaven could stop you?"𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +Kevin, however, was not so easily swayed by sweet words. His expression hardened, and he let out a cold snort. "Humph. Who knows if what you’re telling me is true or false? If I’m injured down there, won’t you just seize the opportunity to take over my body completely?" His voice was calm, but every word carried an edge of hostility, like the faint glint of a blade unsheathed. + +The old devil chuckled, his laughter echoing eerily within Kevin’s mind. "I won’t deny that I’d like to. You are, after all, quite a suitable vessel. But you also know the truth: I spent a great deal of my strength trying to erase your soul before and failed. With my current condition, I barely have enough power to sustain myself, let alone wrest full control from you. And with that Great Demonic Art of yours protecting your soul, my chances of success are pitifully low." + +Kevin said nothing but narrowed his eyes slightly, his vigilance unchanged. + +The old devil, unfazed, continued speaking, his tone almost wistful. "Tsk tsk... that Great Demonic Art of yours... do you even know what you’re holding? That technique was the root of a war between good and evil ten thousand years ago, a war so fierce that countless righteous forces and evil experts alike were destroyed in pursuit of it. When the dust finally settled, the Great Demonic Art vanished completely, and all who sought it failed to find even a trace. And now... you, a mere boy, have obtained it. Truly, heaven favors you." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-909.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-909.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e0f5b10 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-909.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 903: Black Dogs" +slug: "ch-909" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 909 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Is this art really that powerful?" Kevin asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. + +"Of course," Old Devil Dave replied, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. + +Kevin raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Then why have I practiced it for so long and haven’t even reached the first level? My soul is a little stronger than others at the same level, but aside from that, this Great Demonic Art hasn’t given me any other benefits." + +Old Devil Dave chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate deep within Kevin’s mind. "Hehe, isn’t the biggest benefit of this art that it prevents me from wiping out your soul?" + +Kevin couldn’t help but snort at that response, his eyes narrowing slightly. The old devil’s words only made him more cautious and wary. The demon was clearly trying to manipulate him, and Kevin wasn’t about to fall for it. + +With a slight chuckle, Old Devil Dave continued, his voice smooth and persuasive, "Kevin boy, although I have never practiced the Great Demonic Art myself, I know a few things from rumors. The techniques in the art require an incredibly powerful soul to support them. The first level focuses primarily on strengthening your soul, while the second level unlocks the battle techniques. These battle techniques rely heavily on soul power, and because they are so potent, even a small degree of mastery in them allows you to challenge opponents of much higher levels." + +He paused, as if savoring the moment, before adding, "It was precisely because of this incredible power that the Great Demonic Art became so famous ten thousand years ago." + +Kevin absorbed the information, his interest now fully engaged. "I see," he murmured thoughtfully, the pieces of the puzzle beginning to fall into place. Then, his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "Senior Dave, who are you, and how do you know all this?" + +Kevin had searched through every book in the Void Soul Hall, hoping to find records or knowledge about the Great Demonic Art, but he had come up empty-handed. There was no mention of it, not even a whisper. This, of course, only served to make him more suspicious and wary of the demon inside his body. + +Old Devil Dave’s voice turned sly and enigmatic. "Hehe, don’t concern yourself with my identity. All you need to know is that as long as you can obtain that treasure and help me find a suitable body, I will not only refrain from harming you, but I’ll also form a cooperative relationship with you. This may very well be your chance to change your destiny, boy." + +Kevin’s expression remained neutral, but internally, he was processing the words carefully. He had already learned not to trust this demon fully. But the promise of a powerful treasure and the possibility of altering his fate? That was tempting. Still, he couldn’t ignore the warning bells ringing in his head. + +"I see," Kevin said indifferently, his tone masking the careful thoughts racing through his mind. "Having said that, I still hope to live long enough to enjoy all of this," he added, his voice laced with an edge of dry humor. + +Old Devil Dave laughed softly, his tone soothing but with an undercurrent of promise. "With my help, you will definitely succeed." + +Kevin didn’t respond immediately. He kept his thoughts to himself as he walked deeper into the abyss, the weight of his growing partnership with the old devil settling heavily on his shoulders. + +Although he couldn’t deny the power and potential that the Great Demonic Art offered, he also knew that trusting the demon entirely could be his downfall. There was no going back now. The choices ahead would shape his destiny, and only time would reveal whether it was a path to power or destruction. + +--- + +"Damn it, is it ever going to end?" Max growled through clenched teeth, his voice echoing faintly against the jagged stone walls of the Black Dog Abyss. His figure darted forward like a ghostly shadow, his steps light yet impossibly fast, but despite his speed, his face carried a heavy gloom. + +Behind him came a chorus of bone-chilling howls, a sound that clawed at the nerves like iron scraping stone. + +He risked a quick glance over his shoulder, and his expression darkened further. A dozen black shapes surged after him, their paws pounding against the icy stone with a dull, thunderous rhythm. + +"Woof! Woof! Woof!" + +Their barks were guttural and harsh, more like the roar of predators than the barking of ordinary canines. + +These were no ordinary beasts. They looked like dogs, yes, but only in shape. Their bodies were pitch black, sleek and lean, radiating killing intent with every step. Their teeth gleamed unnaturally white in the abyss’s dim light, and their eyes were pits of black malice, devoid of warmth or mercy. + +Each one was the size of a grown wolf, their power and agility far surpassing that of any mundane beast. + +But among them, one stood out. A two-headed black dog ran at the head of the pack, its pace steady, its movements calculated and vicious. Both heads snarled and snapped, exhaling plumes of ominous black mist as it pursued Max relentlessly. Worse yet, this wasn’t just any beast—it carried the terrifying aura of the peak Legend Rank. + +Max’s heart sank slightly as he assessed the situation. With his current strength, he was confident in his ability to battle ordinary Legend Rank monsters and even win. Against a peak Legend Rank opponent, even if he couldn’t kill it, he could still escape safely under normal circumstances. + +But this creature was different—it was too fast, unnaturally so. Even when Max used One Step Mile, his most refined movement technique, the two-headed black dog closed the distance like a phantom clinging to his shadow. + +And the rest of the pack wasn’t idle either. Dozens of the lesser black dogs snapped and lunged, creating an almost unbreakable formation behind him. They moved like living shackles, giving him no room to stop, no room to breathe. He knew instinctively that the moment he faltered, these beasts would pounce and tear into him, pinning him down like a swarm of leeches that couldn’t be shaken off. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-91.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-91.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a907fb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-91.md @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 91: Chaos in the Central City - 2" +slug: "ch-91" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 91 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1227 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The hunters, who had been fighting relentlessly against the monsters, were shocked when they saw the scene before them. But it was when they turned their heads upward that they were truly stunned. + +Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that all the monsters in the area would be slain by what appeared to be a 15-year-old boy. + +"I know that kid. He’s Max Morgan from the Battle Realm, the one who beat the crap out of Killian Blade." + +"Yeah, now that you mention it, he does look like Max Morgan." + +"But how did he become so strong? He killed so many Apprentice Rank monsters like they were nothing." + +"Damn, this Max is one hell of a monster himself. He’s only at level 1 of Apprentice Rank, and look at his strength! He slaughtered so many level 5, 6, and 7 Apprentice monsters like cutting vegetables." + +The hunters on the ground recognized Max, and they were once again blown away by his strength. They couldn’t believe that a level 1 Apprentice Rank hunter could kill level 7 Apprentice Rank monsters as easily as swatting ants. + +"It’s done." Max smiled from the air above the hunters and turned to General Gale. "I don’t think there are any monsters left in this area… Should we regroup with the other groups?" he asked. + +General Gale pondered their situation and tapped his holowatch, but just at that moment, an overwhelming pressure descended upon everyone in the area. + +Be it the hunters who were celebrating or General Gale himself, they all gasped for breath as the intense pressure bore down on them. + +The hunters felt their breathing slow, the weight on their bodies increase, and a sense of weakness envelop them, making them feel utterly helpless. + +General Gale himself felt as though he was being pulled down, the pressure forcing him closer to the ground. + +"What happened?" Max asked solemnly as he descended to the ground, noticing the distress of the other hunters and the panic on General Gale’s face. + +"You don’t feel anything?" General Gale asked, seeing that Max seemed unaffected by the pressure. + +Max frowned at his words, understanding the meaning behind them. ’They’re all under some kind of pressure, but I’m not affected at all,’ he thought, scanning the area for the source. + +It was then that he saw, from the corner of his eye, a towering, reptilian beast with obsidian-black scales streaked with glowing crimson veins making its way toward them from the region closest to the dome. + +The creature had jagged horns curling backward and four massive claws capable of rending stone. Its mouth was lined with razor-sharp teeth, and it radiated a fiery aura. + +"What is this monster?" Max muttered in shock. Though he didn’t feel the pressure from the creature, its size and appearance alone were enough to send a chill down his spine. It was as big as a small building, moving across the streets as it approached them. + +"That’s a Dracovore!" General Gale exclaimed in shock. + +"Dracovore?" Max heard the name of the monster for the first time. + +General Gale’s eyes locked onto the hulking beast. "Dracovores are monsters that possess remnants of the legendary dragon bloodline. But these types of monsters shouldn’t be found in the dungeon." + +"They’re not found in dungeons?" Max asked, surprised. "Then where would they be found?" he inquired. + +"The Forsaken Wilds," General Gale replied solemnly. "Only that forbidden land is infested with such horrifying monsters." + +"The Forsaken Wilds?" Max muttered, hearing another unfamiliar term. He understood that the Forsaken Wilds must be a forbidden area teeming with monsters like the Dracovore. + +"Can you fight?" Max asked General Gale. + +General Gale nodded. "We’re similar in strength. I’m at level 4 of Adept Rank, and that Dracovore is at level 5. So, the pressure affecting me is almost gone now." + +Max nodded and asked about the pressure. "How are you affected when there’s only one level difference between you two?" + +General Gale’s expression grew serious. "If I’m not mistaken, the pressure acting on us isn’t due to overwhelming strength—if that were the case, I wouldn’t be affected. It’s the pressure from the dragon bloodline that’s affecting everyone here." + +As he spoke, he cast a strange look at Max, who was the only one unaffected by the pressure. + +Max understood the meaning behind that look and explained, "I have a treasure that fends off most of the pressure, if not all of it." + +General Gale nodded and turned to face the approaching Dracovore, which was almost upon them. "I should go and test the waters while you help the remaining hunters retreat from this place." + +Max thought for a moment and then shook his head. "You know the city and its landscape better. You should go help them retreat while I test its strength." + +General Gale’s eyes sharpened. "Are you sure?" he asked. Having seen Max’s strength firsthand, he understood how powerful Max was, but he also realized that facing the Dracovore was essentially a suicide mission for someone of his current strength. + +Max nodded and reassured him. "Don’t worry. I have some treasures given to me by the Leader of the Phoenix Order guild, so if things go sideways, I can make an escape." + +General Gale sighed and nodded. "Buy as much time as you can," he said, before turning to the remaining hunters on the ground. "We’re retreating." + +As Max saw the hunters retreating, he turned his attention back to the hulking figure, which was now just a kilometer away from him. + +"Dracovore… A level 5 Adept Rank monster," he muttered, flying toward the creature. + +Hovering above it, Max used the Magic Sword Bullets to form hundreds of small swords around him. + +"Let’s see how powerful you are," Max muttered as he commanded the swords to rain down on the Dracovore. + +But what Max saw chilled him to the core. The small swords were deflected by the thick skin of the monster, and the few that managed to penetrate only caused minor damage. + +The Dracovore then turned its attention to Max, its eyes glowing with red light. + +’Damn, did I just draw its aggro?’ Max wondered, his senses on high alert. + +The Dracovore opened its massive maw, and a menacing cloud of dark smoke billowed outward as the air around it grew heavy. + +Experience more tales on freewebnovel.com + +Deep within its throat, an ominous red light began to condense, swirling into a fiery core of energy at the center of its mouth. + +The glowing sphere pulsated with an unsettling rhythm, each beat radiating waves of searing heat and overwhelming pressure. The ground trembled under the sheer force emanating from the core, and the atmosphere crackled with raw, destructive power. + +The Dracovore’s intent was clear—this was no ordinary attack. It was a devastating strike capable of annihilating anything in its path. + +Max frowned deeply at the sight and turned to look behind him. He saw that some hunters had yet to retreat. + +’This is bad,’ he thought. He could easily dodge the attack, but the hunters behind him would be obliterated. + +"Oh, I’m here on time, I see," a voice called out, and a figure appeared beside Max. + +Max turned to see a young man around twenty years old with purple, stylish hair. Just then, several other figures arrived behind him, all with strength at the Adept Rank. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-910.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-910.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d20f173 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-910.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 904: Chased by a pack of dogs" +slug: "ch-910" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 910 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +That thought alone made his expression turn darker, frustration bubbling inside him like molten fire. He clenched the Blue Dragon Sword tightly in his hand, flames and sword intent flickering to life along its blade, casting sharp bursts of light into the darkness as he ran. + +"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of his footsteps merged with the deep rumble of the pursuing beasts. Max swung his sword backhanded mid-run, sending arcs of fiery sword energy flashing like angry comets. + +Puff, puff, puff! + +Several of the lesser black dogs howled in pain as they were slashed apart, their bodies collapsing heavily onto the cold stone ground. + +But Max’s lips tightened into a thin, grim line. Killing those lesser beasts wasn’t his goal. His real target was the two-headed black dog at the peak of Legend Rank. If he could injure it or at least force it to retreat, the pack would lose its coordination, and he’d be able to slip away easily. + +Unfortunately, the beast was far too cunning. It avoided every strike Max aimed at it, its movements fluid and unpredictable, like it could read Max’s intentions before he even acted. + +Every time the Blue Dragon Sword, wreathed in his level 2 sword concept and blazing flame concept, came slashing toward it, the beast darted aside at the last moment, its dual heads snarling mockingly as though taunting him for even trying. + +Worse still, each time it lunged, it spewed clouds of black gas from both of its mouths. The poisonous mist shot forward like a volley of arrows from a war crossbow, striking the ground and walls with explosive force, leaving jagged scorch marks on the stone and filling the air with a sharp, acrid smell. + +Max’s brows knitted together, irritation flashing in his eyes. This wasn’t just a pursuit; it was a hunt, and the two-headed beast was the hunter driving him deeper and deeper into unknown territory. Tightening his grip on his sword, Max exhaled slowly, suppressing his rising anger, and pushed himself harder, darting forward even faster. + +The space ahead of the Black Dog Abyss grew narrower and narrower, shrinking from a sprawling thousand feet across to barely a hundred feet in width. The deeper Max went, the more oppressive it became, as though the abyss itself was trying to swallow him whole. + +The faint grayness of the air that lingered at the entrance had long since darkened into a pitch-black void where sight was utterly useless—one could hardly see their own hands in front of their face. Only the faint, flickering light from Max’s own body illuminated the path.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Black flames curled and danced around him like living shadows, casting fleeting glimmers across the jagged rocks and gaping caves along the walls. From those caves came bursts of frigid wind, carrying with them an aura so sharp and biting it could chill the soul itself. + +Max’s brow furrowed as he noticed the distinctive nature of that aura. ’Yin energy... thick Yin energy.’ It rolled like an unseen tide, filling every inch of the abyss with a deathly stillness that made even breathing feel heavy. His expression grew grim. Though he had been running relentlessly since the start of the chase, he had also been keeping an eye out for any rare herbs or treasures hidden within this desolate place. + +But despite covering so much ground, he hadn’t found a single thing of value. Nothing. No miraculous herbs, no hidden spiritual objects—only endless rock, cold Yin air, and the endless howls of the beasts behind him. + +’No treasure? After coming this far?’ The thought gnawed at him, souring his mood further. Slowly, his gaze shifted behind him, settling on the towering figure of the two-headed black dog leading the pursuit. + +Its dark, soulless eyes glowed faintly in the dimness, its dual maws exhaling that corrosive black air with each step. A murderous gleam flashed in Max’s eyes, his patience running thin. ’Enough is enough.’ + +His grip on the Blue Dragon Sword tightened, the hilt warm and familiar in his palm. With a sudden, sharp stop, he whirled around to face his pursuers, his movements fluid and deliberate. The black flames coating his body pulsed like a heartbeat, painting the rocks in shifting shades of crimson and black. + +Raising his right hand high, he brought the Blue Dragon Sword down with explosive force. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art!" + +"Bang!" + +The lead black dog, as if sensing the fatal danger, released a violent tide of black air from both its heads, a thick miasma that surged forward like a wall to meet Max’s descending strike. The two forces collided midair with a deafening crash, sparks of red and black scattering like a storm of molten embers. + +The big black dog planted its four massive paws firmly into the ground, glaring at Max with its dark eyes, then let out a guttural, twin-headed bark that echoed through the abyss. + +"Woof! Woof! Woof!" + +Its call was a signal, and immediately, the rest of the pack surged forward, surrounding Max in a wide semicircle, their bodies low, their snarls guttural and violent. The black mist spilling from their bodies thickened, enclosing him like a cage made of Yin energy and killing intent. + +Max’s expression turned cold, his voice sharp as he muttered, "Looking for death." + +He had endured enough. Being chased like prey was something he could never tolerate, and now these beasts would learn why. With a cold shout, he swung the Blue Dragon Sword again, his black flames surging and compressing into its edge. ’Crimson Burial Sword Art!’ + +Thirteen slashes of black-flamed sword energy erupted forth, fanning out like thirteen enraged black dragons, roaring as they cut through the air. The pressure of the sword qi alone split the earth beneath him, and the explosive force crashed through the pack of black dogs, tearing apart their formation. Yelps and howls filled the air as bodies were shredded or sent flying. + +Without hesitation, Max stepped forward, his speed suddenly surging. The flames around his body expanded like a living storm, curling and lashing outwards, their oppressive energy striking fear even into the beasts that had pursued him so tirelessly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-911.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-911.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..591cb7b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-911.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 905: Black Dog King" +slug: "ch-911" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 911 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1022 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +He moved straight toward the two-headed black dog, his entire body bathed in the sinister glow of his black flames, a sight like a devil descending from the darkness itself. + +And just as Max had suspected, the moment those flames flared fully, the two-headed black dog visibly recoiled. Its dual heads lowered slightly, its snarls more defensive than aggressive. It hesitated, its instincts warning it of the danger it now faced. + +A grim smile tugged at Max’s lips. ’So it’s true... my black flames restrain you.’ + +But suddenly— + +"Roar—!" + +The sound tore through the abyss like a thunderclap, echoing off every wall, making the ground itself tremble. The two-headed black dog in front of Max raised both heads high and let out a howl so fierce it seemed to shake the very air. It wasn’t just a howl of anger—it was a summons, a call to arms. + +Almost instantly, the rest of the pack joined in. + +"Woof! Woof! Woof!" + +The chorus of barks, growls, and howls swept through the Black Dog Abyss like a tide, deafening and oppressive. It wasn’t just noise—it was power, the combined fury of dozens of predators announcing their intent to kill. + +Max’s expression stiffened, his pupils shrinking slightly. Oh no... it’s calling reinforcements. His grip tightened around the Blue Dragon Sword, knuckles whitening as realization struck him. The big two-headed black dog wasn’t just attacking blindly. It was smart—dangerously smart. Seeing that it couldn’t take him down alone, it had chosen to call its kin. + +"Hateful!" Max spat through clenched teeth, irritation flaring into rage. He crouched slightly, ready to launch forward and break free before the reinforcements arrived. But then, his eyes caught movement—shadows rippling along the stone walls behind him. + +A moment later, from deeper in the abyss, they appeared. + +Dozens, then hundreds, then thousands of black dogs poured into the narrowing space like a flood of living darkness. Their eyes gleamed faintly with murderous light, their pitch-black coats almost blending with the abyss itself. Each one was larger than an ordinary wolf, muscles taut and jaws snapping, their very presence exuding killing intent. + +Among them were over a dozen two-headed black dogs, their power radiating far beyond the others. Max’s sharp senses quickly gauged them—these were monsters at the ninth and even tenth levels of Legend Rank. His face turned grim. + +’That’s... too many.’ + +Yet before he could even plan his escape, something happened that made his blood run cold. + +All at once, the black dogs stopped. Every single one of them. The sea of canines split down the middle, retreating to either side of the abyss, their claws scraping the rock as they crouched low to the ground. Their postures shifted into one of submission, their heads lowered, forelegs bent. It wasn’t a hunting stance. It was reverence. + +Even the two-headed black dog that had been leading the chase, its dark eyes filled with cunning moments ago, had now lowered itself, both heads bowing deeply toward the deeper shadows behind it. + +"Bang... bang... bang..." + +A deep, rhythmic sound shook the ground. Each step was heavy, deliberate, like the beating of a war drum announcing a king’s arrival. Slowly, from the deepest darkness, a massive shadow emerged—so large it made the already formidable two-headed black dog look small. + +It stepped fully into view, and Max’s breath caught in his throat. + +The beast was terrifying. Its body was ten feet long and three times the size of the big two-headed dog. Its fur was a pitch black so deep it seemed to devour light, and each of its two heads was massive, each maw lined with fangs like ivory daggers. Its muscles rippled with every movement, and its eyes glowed with a dark crimson light that sent an instinctive chill down Max’s spine. + +The aura it radiated was suffocating—heavier and sharper than anything he had felt from the other dogs. This wasn’t just a leader. This was the king. + +"The Black Dog King..." + +The words slipped from Max’s mouth before he could stop them, his voice tight with disbelief. + +He had fought countless beasts, including those at the peak of Legend Rank, but this was different. Even though its aura was on par with the peak of Legend Rank, the sheer pressure it exerted felt beyond that—closer to the terrifying realm of Mythic Rank beings. + +Max’s heart sank, his mind racing. ’If it were just a dozen peak Legend Rank black dogs, I could still break through with my full strength... but this...’ + +"Max, this Black Dog King is a mutated one. Its strength has far surpassed others of its kind. If I’m not mistaken, this beast has subdued all the black dogs in the Black Dog Abyss and rules as their undisputed king. Its strength... it has already stepped into the Mythic Rank. You are no match for it." + +Blob’s voice rang solemnly in Max’s mind, carrying a weight that made Max’s heart tighten. + +"Fuck..." Max muttered under his breath, eyes wide in disbelief. He had expected danger coming into this abyss, but not this—a Mythic Rank monster, intelligent enough to rule and mutated to surpass its kind. + +"Roar!" + +The Black Dog King lowered its two massive heads, its glossy, obsidian eyes locking directly onto Max. There was no emotion in those eyes, only predatory dominance and chilling intent. + +Its roar exploded like thunder, shaking the very earth, the sound carrying not just volume but oppressive force, a sound that made the bones in Max’s body hum painfully. + +Immediately, the thousands of black dogs on either side surged forward, a tide of deathly darkness. The strongest among them, over a dozen two-headed black dogs at the peak of Legend Rank, rushed at the front like living siege weapons. Their maws opened, spitting out thick clouds of black air, each wave like an ocean current trying to drown Max in pure Yin energy. + +The air trembled violently, the surrounding rocks cracked and fell apart, and the entire abyss seemed to be collapsing inward. The oppressive momentum slammed into Max like a storm wall. His scalp went numb and his heart pounded like a war drum. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-912.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-912.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a7b1d11 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-912.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 906: Battling the king" +slug: "ch-912" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 912 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’No time to think.’ + +Max’s legs kicked off the ground as he activated One Step Mile, his body flashing forward like a streak of blue lightning. His entire frame blurred, weaving through the surging black fog, barely avoiding the gnashing jaws snapping shut behind him. He darted deeper into the Black Dog Abyss without a shred of hesitation. + +"Whoosh!" + +From a distance, his figure looked almost spectral—like a phantom trailing blue sparks, slicing through the waves of Yin energy. But before relief could even touch him, a deafening roar ripped through the air once again, far louder and sharper than before. + +The Black Dog King had joined the chase. + +The ground quaked violently under its monstrous steps, pebbles and boulders bouncing up with each stride. Despite its enormous size, the beast moved with horrifying speed, its two heads locked on Max like a predator hunting a single piece of prey. Its jaws opened wide, revealing rows of jagged, ivory fangs dripping with venomous saliva. Then, with an ear-splitting crack, it unleashed its power. + +From one head, a black arc of light erupted, dense and sharp like a spear forged from pure Yin energy. The attack split the air as it screamed forward, shattering the void itself as it moved straight for Max’s back. + +Max’s pupils constricted sharply. ’That attack...’ The aura of death it carried was suffocating. + +"Not good!" + +In an instant, his body reacted on pure instinct. Max activated Dragon Scales Transformation, black and golden scales rippling across his skin like a living armor. The power of 800 Draconic Essences burst from within him, flooding his limbs with explosive force. + +His four mastered concepts—sword, flame, lightning, and space, all at Level 2—flared to life simultaneously. + +With one hand gripping the Blue Dragon Sword, Max swung down with everything he had. + +"Crimson Burial Sword Art!" + +A colossal sword shadow erupted from his blade, stretching hundreds of feet long, its edges wrapped in black flames and arcs of lightning, warping space around it. It descended like a dark heavenly pillar, roaring as it smashed toward the incoming black arc of light. + +The collision was cataclysmic. + +"Boom!" + +The black arc of light slammed into the sword shadow, and instantly, cracks formed along the sword’s body of energy. Within the blink of an eye, it shattered into countless fragments, scattering like dying meteors. The residual force of the attack screamed forward, making Max’s hair whip wildly and his body stagger backward under the sheer pressure. + +Max’s heart thudded violently in his chest as he ran deeper into the cave, his steps echoing in the hollow darkness. ’How... how did it break my sword attack so easily?’ + +He still couldn’t believe what he had witnessed. The Crimson Burial Sword Art infused with all four of his concepts—sword, flames, lightning, and space—should have been powerful enough to devastate any Peak Legend Rank opponent. Yet, the Black Dog King had obliterated it as if it were nothing but a child’s toy. + +"Bang!" + +The sound tore him out of his thoughts. The Black Dog King lunged like a shadowed mountain, its two monstrous heads snapping toward him with deadly precision. Instinct screamed louder than thought. + +Max immediately activated teleportation and his Three Dimensional Body, his figure teleported through the air in a ghostlike blur, narrowly avoiding those jaws that could crush steel like paper. + +"Damn it!" he spat, cold sweat dripping down his back. + +The beast whirled around, its massive claws scraping against the stone floor as sparks flew. Its eyes gleamed with cold intelligence, locking onto Max once more. There was no hesitation, no pause. It roared, a deafening sound that shook loose chunks of stone from the cave ceiling, and launched itself after him again. + +Max’s face hardened. There was no fighting this thing, not here, not now. He surged forward, pushing One Step Mile to its absolute limit. Blue lightning wrapped around his legs, his entire body a streak of azure brilliance darting through the darkness. + +The Black Dog King roared again, a sound like a thunderclap in a storm, and behind it surged a tide of death—thousands of black dogs pouring in unison, their claws clicking sharply against the stone floor. + +’So many!’ Max cursed inwardly, his mind flashing through options he didn’t have. Even if he used his Infernal Demon Transformation, there was no guarantee he could even scratch the king, let alone survive being surrounded by this endless horde. + +No, escape was the only path. He gritted his teeth and bolted deeper into the Black Dog Abyss, feeling the oppressive chill biting at his skin even through his lightning shield. + +Minutes later, Max came to a hard stop. His breath condensed into mist as he took in the scene before him. He had reached the end of the Black Dog Abyss, and there, beneath the jagged wall of rock, were dozens of black cave openings. From within them gushed dense Yin energy, colder and darker than any he had felt above. + +The air itself seemed to hum with deathly silence, save for the distant howls closing in behind him. + +He turned his head and caught sight of the Black Dog King hurtling toward him, the army of two-headed black dogs at its heels. For the first time in this chase, hesitation flashed across Max’s face. He had no idea what was inside these caves... but staying out here was certain death. + +With a sharp breath, he chose. He darted into one of the dark caves, vanishing into its icy shadows. + +When the Black Dog King arrived, it halted at the mouth of the cave, both of its massive heads lowering to sniff the air. Its eyes glimmered faintly with... fear. The king hesitated, something rare for a beast of its power, but after a low growl and a shudder that rippled through its muscles, it stepped forward and entered. + +Behind it, dozens of two-headed black dogs—all Peak Legend Rank—followed closely, their eyes sharp and their movements cautious. + +The rest of the pack, those below the 8th level of Legend Rank, stopped cold at the entrance. None dared step past the threshold. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-913.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-913.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..939003d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-913.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 907: Another Yin Cave?" +slug: "ch-913" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 913 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Swish!"𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +Inside, Max was already moving at top speed. His figure became a streak of blue lightning, weaving between the jagged cave walls. Each breath he took stung his lungs; the air here was bitterly cold, so cold it felt like knives slicing into his chest. + +The Yin energy was oppressive and suffocating, almost tangible. If not for the protective shield of his lightning, Max knew with certainty he would have frozen solid within moments. + +Blob’s voice broke through the tension. "Such strong Yin energy... Max, where have you gone? Is this even part of the Black Dog Abyss anymore?" + +Max grimaced, forcing himself to keep running. "I don’t know either," he admitted, his breath ragged but steady. "This doesn’t feel like the same place. It’s too... different." + +But even in his uncertainty, there was one small comfort. He glanced over his shoulder and couldn’t see the Black Dog King in pursuit. For now, at least, he had shaken it. + +The only problem? + +There were countless caves, all twisting and connecting like some massive underground labyrinth. If it weren’t for his strong soul power guiding him, Max knew he would already be hopelessly lost. + +Even with his strong soul perception guiding him, Max still felt a tinge of confusion as he gazed at the network of pitch-black tunnels stretching endlessly in every direction. Every step echoed faintly, swallowed by the oppressive silence of the cave. + +The Yin energy here was unlike anything he had ever experienced—dense, heavy, and suffused with a bone-chilling cold that even his lightning shield couldn’t fully block out. His breath misted in the air, and his skin prickled under the weight of the oppressive power flowing through this place. + +For a fleeting moment, a thought crossed his mind like a spark in the darkness: "Could this be a Yin Cave?" + +"A Yin Cave? Maybe this is really possible," Blob’s voice rang out in his mind, its tone unusually serious. The presence of such thick Yin energy hinted at something ancient and terrifying that might lie deep below. + +Max sighed and shook his head, forcing himself back to reality. "Forget it. Even if there really is a Yin Cave here, it’s useless to me right now. The secret domain limits my growth. I can’t increase my strength no matter what treasures I find." His voice carried frustration, a rare moment of helplessness. + +While Max slowed his pace to contemplate his next move, another figure entered the Black Dog Abyss—Kevin. His black robe fluttered slightly in the Yin-laden wind, and his face turned grim the moment he laid eyes on the countless black dogs pacing near the outer caves. + +Their dark, gleaming eyes reflected like tiny flames in the gloom, and their collective breathing sounded like the low rumble of a storm. Kevin immediately suppressed his aura, hiding it so deeply it seemed he had melted into the shadows themselves. + +When he saw no black dogs above the 5th level of Legend Rank, his tight expression relaxed slightly. He lowered his voice and asked, "Senior Dave, are you sure the treasure is really in here?" His words echoed faintly in the cold passage. + +From within his body, a dry, sinister laugh emerged—Old Devil Dave. "Don’t worry, boy. The treasure lies deep within this black cave. As long as you follow my instructions, you will find it without fail. And look around you—so many black dogs gathered in one place. Do you need any other confirmation? What could possibly draw so many beasts if not something extraordinary?" + +But then, Dave’s voice shifted, carrying a chilling undertone. "However, don’t blame me for not warning you. A place where this many black dogs gather? There’s bound to be a king among them—a Black Dog King at the Peak of Legend Rank. Be careful, boy. I would hate to see you die here." + +Kevin sneered slightly, though his eyes remained cautious. "Don’t worry, Senior Dave. If I really meet my end here, I’ll destroy my body before I let you take it." His voice carried a dark edge, cold and defensive. + +Old Devil Dave responded with an exaggerated sigh, feigning innocence. "Ah, boy Kevin, your prejudice against me runs too deep. You and I are partners now, bound by fate. Why would I ever harm you? Everything I do is for your benefit." + +Kevin’s lips curled in a humorless smile. "I hope so." He spoke no further, instead circulating his mana as black energy flared faintly around his body. With a single sharp movement, he shot forward into one of the black cave entrances, leaving a faint trail of rippling air behind him. + +The pack of black dogs instantly noticed the intrusion, their heads snapping toward Kevin with snarls and guttural growls. But these were only lower-tier black dogs, none above the 5th level of Legend Rank. + +Against Kevin, a 7th level Legend Rank expert, they were nothing more than obstacles to be brushed aside. He moved like a phantom, his figure flashing through them as his attacks shredded any beast that dared leap at him. + +In just moments, Kevin’s figure disappeared into the darkness of one of the caves, stepping into the same web of twisting tunnels and suffocating Yin energy that Max had entered moments earlier. The chase for treasure—and inevitable collision of fates—had officially begun. + +—- + +In the countless twisting black caves that riddled the underbelly of the Black Dog Abyss, a lone figure walked with slow, deliberate steps—a big-bellied monk, his form bulky yet unnervingly agile as he moved deeper into the darkness. + +His round face was partially illuminated by the faint glow of strange symbols he traced in the air, and his half-lidded eyes blinked lazily, though the flicker of sharp brilliance within them betrayed his apparent calm. + +As the thick waves of Yin energy swirled around him, clinging to his robes and sinking into his pores, he paused for a moment, studying the oppressive energy that seemed almost alive. + +"I didn’t expect there to be such a secret hidden here," he whispered to himself, his voice hushed but carrying a tone of greedy delight. "Perhaps... there is another Yin Cave buried deep within this place. If that’s true, then the purpose of my trip will be fully accomplished." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-914.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-914.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db7f3f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-914.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 908: Mysterious Monk" +slug: "ch-914" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 914 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1006 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +His pace quickened, and with each step he formed strange hand seals in front of him. But they were not Buddhist seals. Instead of warm, golden Buddha light, an ominous black radiance oozed from his fingers, chilling the surrounding air even further. + +If anyone who knew him as a ’monk’ had seen this scene, they would have been horrified—because what surged through his body was not holy power, but corrupted Yin force. The big-bellied monk, however, seemed perfectly comfortable with it. + +As he advanced, the swirling tendrils of Yin energy that would normally corrode flesh and bone were drawn into his hands, sucked into his body through the black seals he weaved like a man greedily drinking water after days in a desert. + +Soon, his entire body was shrouded in a veil of black mist, and a piercing cold aura radiated from him in all directions, warping the air and making him appear less like a monk and more like some sinister devil whose hands were stained with blood. + +The natural hum of the Yin energy grew louder around him, "buzz, buzz, buzz," resonating with the unnatural rhythm of the hand seals he continued to produce. His gait took on a strange, deliberate pattern, his feet tapping the stone in a measured zigzag motion, an esoteric footwork meant for sensing spatial flow. + +He was tracking something—a convergence, a nexus point, the true source of the Yin energy within these caves. + +For a full cup of tea’s time, he walked twenty miles into the abyssal network before the cave suddenly opened up into a massive chamber. The walls spread outward into a cavern so wide it felt almost like entering another world. Countless smaller black caves fed into this one central space, like rivers pouring into an ocean. + +And there, right at the heart of it, waves of Yin energy surged and rolled like dark tides, spilling an endless stream of malevolent chill that blanketed the chamber in a deathly stillness. + +The big-bellied monk stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he peered through the roiling black haze. "What... is that?" he muttered, his voice trembling slightly, whether from fear or awe he couldn’t tell. + +The sight before him came into focus—a massive black stone about ten feet high, its surface unnaturally smooth and shining as though sculpted from obsidian. But what made it terrifying was not its appearance, but the power radiating from it. + +It was suffocating. + +This stone was the source—the heart of the Yin energy flooding the entire Black Dog Abyss. + +A strange smile curled the monk’s lips as he stared at the monolithic stone, his eyes glowing faintly red from the reflection of the dark light. "So... this is it. The origin of everything. The true source of Yin." + +After uttering those words with barely restrained excitement, the big-bellied monk’s trembling hands reached into his storage ring and drew out a strange object—a black card unlike anything one would expect to see in such a desolate abyss. + +The card was perfectly flat yet strangely organic, its pitch-black surface gleaming faintly as though polished obsidian had been infused with living energy. Upon closer inspection, its texture was indescribable—it looked like wood, yet it was harder than iron, colder than copper, and at the same time possessed an unnatural flexibility, almost as if it were carved from the flesh of some primordial creature. + +Its edges were jagged and irregular, like it had been torn or broken away from something much larger and far older than the monk himself could comprehend. + +The monk’s breathing quickened, and a feverish gleam burned in his eyes as he caressed the strange card with his thick, calloused fingers, his thumb slowly running along its ridged edges as if he were touching the most sacred relic in the world. + +His lips curled into an almost reverent smile, and he whispered with unrestrained fervor, "Go." + +With a gentle but deliberate flick, he released the card into the air, and it floated weightlessly above the surging tides of Yin energy like a leaf carried by an invisible wind. + +Immediately, he began weaving a sequence of complex hand seals, his fingers moving so fast they blurred, each gesture flowing seamlessly into the next as streams of mana coursed through his meridians and rushed toward the card. + +With every completed seal, he sent a pulse of force into the card, the air buzzing and humming with spiritual tension. + +"Buzz..." The cave itself trembled as the black card suddenly resonated, emitting a deep and echoing vibration, before bursting into a spreading arc of pure black light. The surrounding Yin energy, previously wild and chaotic like a churning storm, responded instantly to the card’s call, twisting into torrents and spiraling upward before being violently sucked into the black arc of light. + +As the card greedily devoured the Yin energy, its once-dead surface came alive, shedding waves of shadow that rolled like liquid night. + +Then came a sound—a sharp, crystalline clang like struck jade—rising from the card, crisp and almost melodic, echoing throughout the entire abyss. Its tone was so pure, so hauntingly beautiful, it seemed to touch the hearts of anyone who heard it, resonating with their souls like some celestial artifact awakening after eons of slumber. + +Under the violent tide of Yin energy, the card began to change color. Slowly, almost reluctantly, its dark surface emitted a faint but distinct bronze glow that cut through the oppressive blackness. It was faint, like a dying ember, yet in the sea of overwhelming Yin, it stood out sharply, impossible to ignore. + +At the same time, the melodic clang grew louder and steadier, as though something ancient was unlocking within it. + +Stranger still, intricate markings began to appear across the card’s surface. At first, they were faint outlines—tiny, densely packed shapes that hovered somewhere between language and art, words and diagrams, mysterious glyphs interwoven with geometric patterns. + +The markings pulsed with a life of their own, complex and unfathomable, a script from an era long forgotten by men or gods. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-915.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-915.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e625ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-915.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 909: Mysterious Card" +slug: "ch-915" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 915 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1015 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The big-bellied monk froze as he watched, his wide eyes reflecting the glow of the runes. His face was a mixture of awe, confusion, and fear. The complexity of the runes was beyond anything he had ever encountered. + +Some characters seemed vaguely familiar yet alien at the same time, while others radiated a spiritual pressure so intense that merely looking at them made his soul quiver. "What... what is this...?" he whispered, feeling both enlightened and utterly lost. + +But then he clenched his jaw, his expression hardening into one of grim resolve. "No matter what this thing is," he muttered through gritted teeth, "today, I will uncover its secrets!" His fingers blurred again as he poured more energy into the black card, every thread of Yin energy in the chamber bending to his will and funneling into the relic. + +Under the relentless absorption, the markings on the card became sharper and clearer, glowing faintly with a mysterious power, yet still their meaning remained maddeningly elusive, as if each symbol was a puzzle designed to resist mortal comprehension. + +"Forget it, I’ll take it back and study it slowly." The big-bellied monk finally stopped channeling his energy into the strange black card. He reached out and clasped it with both hands, running his thick fingers over the engraved runes on its surface. + +A shiver ran through his entire body the moment his skin made contact, as if some mysterious force inside the card had pulsed faintly and resonated with his soul. It wasn’t painful, but the sensation was unsettling, almost like touching a living heart that did not belong to him. + +His brows furrowed, and for a moment his usually jovial expression disappeared, replaced by one of seriousness and awe. When he lifted the card into the dim light again, his eyes held more than simple curiosity—they held wariness and confusion. Every instinct screamed that this was no ordinary artifact. + +Even the faint glow lingering on the edges of the black runes hinted at an origin far older and far darker than anything he had handled before. + +Slowly, with deliberate care, he took out a copper box from his storage ring, its surface etched with sealing inscriptions meant to contain dangerous objects. He gently laid the card inside, closed the box with both hands, and only then exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly as if a burden had been lifted from his chest. + +The box went back into his storage ring, locked away from sight. + +Just as he prepared to turn and leave, something caught his eye. + +"Hmm? What is that?" he muttered, narrowing his eyes and glancing deeper into the cavern. Ahead, the once oppressive surge of Yin energy had weakened dramatically, the suffocating blackness thinning into a murky gray mist. + +Right at the heart of that swirling fog lay a huge black shadow, tall and motionless. + +Startled, the monk cautiously stepped forward, his robes dragging lightly against the rocky floor. His every step was measured, his senses fully extended as he approached the ominous silhouette. When the mist parted enough for him to see clearly, his breath hitched—it wasn’t a beast, nor some ancient altar, but rather a massive black stone. + +His initial excitement at potentially finding another rare treasure soured instantly, replaced by mild disappointment. A rock? After all this Yin energy, just a lump of stone? But something about it nagged at him, tugging at his instincts. + +He stepped even closer, his eyes narrowing, and finally noticed it: intricate black lines densely woven across the stone’s surface, patterns that seemed to shift and flow like living veins under a transparent skin. + +The sight froze him. The black lines weren’t static carvings or simple marks—they moved faintly, sliding like schools of fish through invisible currents within the stone itself. The sensation it gave off was almost alive. + +"Nether Stone?" The words escaped his lips in a trembling whisper. + +For several breaths, the monk stood there in stunned silence, eyes wide and unblinking as memories from countless ancient texts flashed through his mind. Finally, he let out an audible gasp, his hands clenching unconsciously. "Nether Stone... this is Nether Stone!" + +The big-bellied monk was no ordinary wanderer; he was a connoisseur of the rare and the bizarre, someone who had spent decades poring over obscure relics and forbidden tomes. His force, the Bright Buddha Palace, had never lacked ancient books, and it was in those yellowed scrolls and fading manuscripts that he had once read about a material so rare and so legendary most people believed it was nothing more than a myth. + +The Nether Stone. + +According to those old texts, the Nether Stone was a supreme forging material from the ancient era, a resource so rare that its quality surpassed even the finest Legendary Rank materials known today. + +It was classified as a Demigod Rank material, a level so exalted that most experts could only dream about it. The reason was simple: the Nether Stone was alive. + +The ancient records claimed that this stone possessed spiritual consciousness, a dormant soul that resonated with heaven and earth. + +Forging it into a weapon would produce an item that wasn’t merely a tool, but a partner—a spiritual weapon that could think, cultivate battle techniques on its own, and even act independently to defend its master. In essence, it would be a weapon that fought like a living expert, sometimes even more effectively than its owner. + +Such a weapon, classified as Demigod Rank, had only ever been mentioned in legends. Many great powers, even peak sects and entire empires, had dismissed such weapons as myths, claiming they existed only in the far-off Divine Realm and not in their mortal plane of Acaris. + +Yet here it was, sitting silently before him, radiating an ancient and oppressive energy that confirmed its authenticity beyond all doubt. + +The monk’s heart pounded like a drum. His eyes glittered with unrestrained greed and ambition as his trembling fingers reached out to touch the surface, though he stopped just short of making contact, knowing full well that materials of this level often came with unknown dangers. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-916.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-916.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8dad776 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-916.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 910: Nether Stone" +slug: "ch-916" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 916 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1064 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"A Nether Stone... one piece of this... and I could forge a weapon that defies the heavens themselves..." he whispered, his voice quivering. "A Demigod Rank weapon... one with its own wisdom, its own soul... something people have searched for across millennia and never found..." + +For the first time in decades, the big-bellied monk felt the raw thrill of adventure, of standing on the precipice of something truly monumental. + +Even if he could not be certain of its authenticity, even if the possibility of success was only one in ten thousand, the big-bellied monk still resolved to try. Opportunities like this came once in a lifetime, and no expert worth his salt would let such a chance slip by. + +Moreover, the Nether Stone was not just famous for forging Demigod Rank weapons. Ancient texts spoke of another, even more mysterious function—it was said to serve as a gateway to the legendary underworld itself. + +Of course, one could not simply open such a gate with the Nether Stone alone. According to the oldest records, a second material was required as an intermediary—a mystical flower known as the Red Spider Lily. + +This flower, with petals like blood and a stem like crystal, was also considered a supreme-grade material. However, much like the Nether Stone, the Red Spider Lily had only ever appeared in myths and ancient scrolls. Most people doubted it even existed. + +Yet now, having discovered the Nether Stone with his own eyes, the big-bellied monk found his belief in those myths shaken. Perhaps the underworld, that mysterious place said to hold the souls of the dead before they were reincarnated, was not entirely fabricated after all. + +The underworld, according to lore, was a unique dimension layered over reality, invisible and unreachable unless one possessed the proper key—the Nether Stone and the Red Spider Lily combined. Whether this myth was real or not did not matter to him at this moment; what mattered was the stone itself. + +For now, the Red Spider Lily was too elusive to even think about finding. The Nether Stone, however, was right here before him. Even without the flower, refining the Nether Stone into a weapon could verify another ancient claim: that Demigod Rank weapons possessed their own consciousness, able to cultivate skills independently and fight alongside their wielder like a living partner. + +The thought of wielding such power made his eyes burn with ambition and greed. + +The big-bellied monk took a slow breath and scanned his surroundings again. After confirming that no danger lurked nearby, he stepped forward cautiously toward the giant stone, every footfall deliberate and steady. His gaze never left the mysterious black surface of the Nether Stone, his mind already imagining what he could create from it. + +Then— + +"Whoosh!" + +A sharp whistling sound cut through the oppressive silence of the Yin-filled cavern. Out of one of the nearby tunnels, a black cone-shaped weapon shot out at terrifying speed, spinning as it tore through the air like a meteor. + +"Who?" The big-bellied monk’s face darkened instantly, his pupils narrowing. Without hesitation, his right sleeve flicked outward, and Buddha’s light surged from his body in a wave of golden brilliance, intercepting the cone and knocking it aside with a ringing clash of metal against energy. + +But he didn’t stop there. With practiced ruthlessness, his left hand rose and slammed downward through the air. A golden palm print, wide and radiant like the hand of an ancient Buddha, condensed instantly and smashed forward toward the source of the attack. + +The sheer speed and decisiveness of his retaliation revealed much about the monk’s nature—despite his seemingly calm exterior and rotund frame, this was no harmless pilgrim. This was a man used to killing first and asking questions later, a man who had long since discarded hesitation in the face of danger. + +The ground trembled as the golden palm print roared toward its unseen target. + +However, the one who had attacked was clearly no ordinary opponent. The moment the big-bellied monk’s golden palm print descended, the intruder responded with frightening speed. A single punch fell from above, and with it came a dark fist imprint laced with poisonous energy, coiling like serpents around a decaying corpse. + +The two techniques collided midair with an explosive bang, shaking the cavern walls and scattering loose stones across the ground. + +The big-bellied monk’s expression changed slightly, his narrow eyes narrowing even further, glinting with a sharp and dangerous light. He stared straight ahead and finally saw the figure who had intercepted his attack—a young man in a flowing black robe, tall and straight like an unsheathed sword. + +His complexion was unnaturally pale, almost corpse-like, and his lips were thin and bloodless, giving off a natural aura of cold indifference. There was nothing warm about this man, as though even his very presence chilled the surrounding Yin energy further. + +"A member of the Void Soul Tower?" the big-bellied monk muttered under his breath, his voice carrying both surprise and wariness. For a member of the Bright Buddha Palace like him, to encounter someone from the notorious Void Soul Tower here of all places was both unexpected and troublesome.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +The young man in the black robe, however, showed no reaction to the remark. Instead, his dark eyes swept calmly across the monk before finally settling on the giant Nether Stone behind him. His gaze lingered, cold and penetrating, as though seeing right through the thick layers of Yin energy swirling around it. + +Then, within the young man’s mind, a hoarse and sinister voice resounded, almost like a whisper from the depths of an ancient crypt: + +"Kevin boy, do you see it clearly? That is the treasure I spoke of, the one I told you would change your fate." + +This young man was none other than Kevin, the ambitious expert of the Void Soul Tower who had taken a dangerous path to increase his strength. + +And the owner of that hoarse voice—the one whispering greedily in his mind—was none other than the ancient remnant soul Old Devil Dave, whose existence clung parasitically to Kevin’s body like a shadow that refused to die. + +Kevin’s expression remained cold, his eyes flashing faintly with a calculating light as he regarded both the big-bellied monk and the Nether Stone behind him. + +The pieces of the situation were beginning to fall into place, and he already knew this encounter would not end peacefully. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-917.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-917.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..09a794e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-917.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 911: Kevin vs Monk" +slug: "ch-917" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 917 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1072 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kevin’s eyes were cold and unyielding as he stared at the big-bellied monk, his tone filled with venom. "What is this thing? Why is it so strange?" he asked, his eyes darting briefly toward the black stone behind the monk. + +"Don’t worry about it for now. I will tell you after you get it. Trust me, boy, I can swear on my soul—this is definitely a treasure worth killing for," Old Devil Dave’s hoarse and sinister voice whispered inside Kevin’s mind, dripping with greed and confidence. + +Kevin’s lips curled into a faint smirk. "Fine... but first, let’s kill this monk." His gaze sharpened, locking onto the monk’s figure. Murderous intent surged from his body like waves crashing against a cliff. + +The big-bellied monk, who had been watching quietly, suddenly clasped his hands together and said calmly, "My dear donor, I can see the murderous intent in your eyes." His voice was tranquil, but there was a trace of sadness in his tone, as though he regretted the path Kevin had chosen. + +Kevin sneered, not bothering to conceal his intentions. "Fat monk, you are right." He stepped forward slowly, his every movement filled with lethal determination, his black robe fluttering as though stirred by an unseen wind. + +The monk lowered his eyes slightly and intoned solemnly, "Amitabha. Benefactor, the Buddha once said: if you put down your butcher’s knife, you will become a Buddha instantly. Please abandon your murderous thoughts and convert to Buddhism. It is never too late to return to the right path." + +Kevin’s reply was sharp and biting, "Fat monk, you talk too much." His voice carried an icy chill, devoid of even a hint of hesitation. + +The big-bellied monk let out a deep sigh, his expression still calm despite Kevin’s killing intent. "Since the donor is so persistent, I can only send you to see the Buddha personally." His eyes suddenly flashed with light as his hands, previously clasped together, opened in a smooth motion. + +With a single swift movement, a spear-shaped beam of golden Buddha light burst forth, tearing through the air like a bolt of divine lightning. The immense pressure it carried instantly distorted the space in its path. + +Kevin’s pupils shrank. He had never expected this fat monk, who seemed overly peaceful and talkative, to strike so suddenly and so decisively. There had been no hesitation, no wasted motion—only an overwhelming intent to kill. + +"Tch!" Kevin quickly responded, raising his hands to conjure a swirling black shield of poisonous energy, a technique unique to the Void Soul Tower. The moment the Buddha light spear struck, a thunderous bang echoed through the cavern, shaking the ground and sending shockwaves outward. + +Kevin was driven back several steps, the shield on his arm trembling violently from the impact. Though he managed to block the attack, his arms went numb and a metallic taste rose in his mouth. + +The big-bellied monk, however, did not show joy at landing a strike. Instead, his face grew even more solemn. He could sense that Kevin was not an ordinary expert—the boy’s foundation was sinister and terrifying, his body filled with dark, corrosive energy that few could withstand. + +Kevin’s eyes flared with killing intent. He lowered his body, his form blurring into a refraction-like streak of black light, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between them. + +Both of Kevin’s palms shot out in a rapid sequence, one after another, slamming down like mountains collapsing from the sky. Each palm strike carried inky-black energy swirling with poisonous mist, releasing a chilling and oppressive aura that made the scalp tingle and the skin crawl. + +Bang! Bang! Bang! + +The force behind these palm strikes was relentless and overwhelming, shaking the very cavern walls. + +The big-bellied monk grunted, his feet sliding back across the rocky ground. He hastily drew on the full extent of his strength, Buddha’s light swirling around him as he brought his palms together in a defensive stance, forming an aureate shield of divine power to withstand the poisonous palm prints raining down like a storm. + +Even so, the monk’s body trembled slightly with each collision, and his expression turned grim. Kevin’s strength was sharper and more venomous than he had anticipated. + +"Kevin, it seems I have underestimated you." The big-bellied monk’s tone turned cold, his previously calm expression replaced by one of faint hostility. + +Kevin’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice deep and sharp like a blade scraping against metal. "Since you know who I am, you still dare to kill me, fat monk. It seems you’re really bold." His hands moved in a blur, black energy swirling like coiling serpents as his palms crossed each other repeatedly, pushing forward like a ghost drifting through the darkness. + +The monk’s face retained its seemingly benevolent appearance, yet his actions told a different story—a kind face hiding a cruel and calculating heart. + +His chubby arms swept out with deceptive speed, and Buddha’s light erupted from his palms—but then something shocking happened. The golden radiance suddenly darkened, twisting unnaturally until it turned pitch-black, exuding a chilling yin aura so dense it almost felt tangible. + +In the blink of an eye, that black energy condensed into a massive black sledgehammer, glowing faintly with sinister light, and hummed as if eager to shatter everything in its path. + +Kevin’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How is that possible? Aren’t you a member of the Bright Buddha Palace? How can you wield yin energy like this? Buddha power and yin energy repel each other—it’s impossible to merge them." His shock was genuine, because what he was witnessing was not simply unorthodox—it was unnatural. + +For as long as he could remember, the Bright Buddha Palace was synonymous with purity and righteous cultivation methods. No monk would ever merge Buddha power with yin power, and even those who secretly practiced yin arts would never dare manifest it so blatantly. Yet here, standing before him, this so-called monk wasn’t simply using yin energy—it was perfectly fused into his Buddhist techniques. + +Kevin’s mind spun. Was this person really a Bright Buddha monk? Or had he long since strayed from the righteous path? But before he could question further, the monk’s voice roared like a temple bell, cutting through his thoughts. + +"Donor, there is no need for you to know." His fat hands gripped the black sledgehammer tightly, swinging it down in a sweeping arc that split the air like a falling mountain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-918.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-918.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c162e5d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-918.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 912: Entry of Max" +slug: "ch-918" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 918 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1024 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kevin’s expression turned grim, but his killing intent flared even higher. "Hmph!" He stomped forward, and with a motion of both hands, black energy surged and intertwined, forming a rotating black wheel of corrosive energy, thick with poisonous mist and destructive force. The pressure it emitted was enough to make the cavern tremble, dust falling from the jagged rocks above. + +Boom! + +The collision shook the ground. The black sledgehammer slammed into the black wheel, sending violent shockwaves outward. Kevin’s wheel cracked apart like shattered glass, fragments of black energy scattering into the void, while the sledgehammer continued its trajectory unhindered, forcing Kevin back two steps. + +The monk did not relent. He followed up immediately, wielding his hammer with ruthless precision, sweeping it horizontally like a tidal wave. The entire space filled with churning black demonic mist, wrapping the monk like a shadowy war god, as if all notions of compassion had been erased. + +Kevin’s eyes sharpened, his breathing deepening. Then his expression suddenly froze as realization dawned. "No... this isn’t yin energy at all... This is... demonic energy?" + +His voice trembled slightly, shock flashing across his otherwise stoic face. His pupils constricted to pinpoints as he stared at the monk with disbelief. "You... you’re not just some monk who’s strayed from Buddhism... You’re a demonic warrior?"𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +The implication hit Kevin hard. For someone from the Bright Buddha Palace—a symbol of purity and light—to not only possess but openly wield pure demonic energy, was far beyond what he thought possible. + +A chill ran down his spine, not from fear of the monk’s strength, but from what this revelation meant for the entire Bright Buddha Palace itself. + +And yet, standing opposite him, the big-bellied monk simply smiled—a cold, mocking smile, free of even the faintest shred of Buddhist compassion—and lifted the black hammer high once more, his eyes flashing with cruelty. "Donor, you now know too much." + +Ten thousand years ago, long before the war between humans and the terrifying Nulls, there had been another war—one that nearly destroyed the world. It was the war between humans and the demons from outside the world. + +That battle lasted for centuries, leaving countless cities in ruins and millions dead. Humans eventually won, but it was a pyrrhic victory, for the demons were never truly destroyed. Instead, the strongest among them were sealed away in ancient forbidden grounds, while some of the weaker demons managed to escape, hiding deep within unknown dimensions. + +It was during that time that a strange and dangerous practice was born. Some humans, in pursuit of absolute strength, turned to the power of these demons, corrupting their mana and transforming it into demonic energy. + +This act greatly increased their combat power, granting them explosive strength and terrifying resilience, but it came with a price. Their minds would twist, their souls would darken, and they would eventually become just like the demons they borrowed power from—bloodthirsty, merciless, and driven only by slaughter. + +These humans became known as demonic warriors. However, with the end of the war, both demons and demonic warriors became nothing more than myths. In the current Middle Domain, their existence was something you might find only in old dusty scrolls or drunken tavern tales. Most people could live out their entire lives without ever seeing a single demon, much less a demonic warrior. + +And yet here, right in front of Kevin, stood a man who completely shattered that belief—a monk of the Bright Buddha Palace, known for its purity and light, now wielding pure demonic energy. His fat body radiated an eerie darkness that tainted even the air around him. + +Kevin’s eyes narrowed sharply, his expression grim. This was not just a betrayal of ethics—it was an existential threat. + +The big-bellied monk, however, had no intention of explaining himself. His eyes were filled with pure killing intent as he gripped the massive black hammer in both hands. "Since you have already seen it, I will not let you leave alive," he said, his voice cold and final. + +With one swing of the hammer, the surrounding Yin energy shattered like glass under pressure, ripples of black force spreading out with a sharp, tearing sound. + +Kevin only sneered. "Just you?" His voice dripped with disdain. He had obtained the Great Demonic Art, survived being possessed by Old Devil Dave, and refined his poisonous palm techniques to perfection. Someone like this monk—no matter how twisted—was far from enough to make him retreat. + +His palm came crashing down, releasing a poisonous light so thick it blotted out the surroundings, spreading like a noxious storm that rose wildly against the wind, crashing forward with crushing pressure. + +"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The black hammer met the poisonous palm strikes head-on. Each collision created shockwaves that cracked the nearby cave walls, chunks of stone falling and rolling across the floor. The two moved like shadows—Kevin with his ghostly, venomous palms, the monk with his demonic black hammer, their movements too fast for normal eyes to follow. + +Finally, there was a loud explosion as their attacks collided once more, forcing both of them to separate violently, sliding back across the rocky ground, eyes locked in mutual killing intent. + +And then—"Woof! Woof! Woof!" + +A burst of dog barking echoed from outside the cave, loud and intense, like a tidal wave crashing forward. It wasn’t one dog, but many, their combined voices shaking the very stone walls. + +"Woof woof woof." + +The Big Belly Monk and Kevin both froze, their expressions darkening as they instinctively turned toward the source of the sound. + +Emerging from the shadows was a young man—his appearance sharp and handsome, his bearing casual and unrestrained, as though this place full of murderous intent and suffocating Yin energy was nothing more than a quiet courtyard stroll. + +The young man looked at the two of them, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "I hope I didn’t disturb you," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. + +The Big Belly Monk frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing. A mere peak Master Rank expert held no weight in his eyes, and this newcomer’s confidence bordered on arrogance. Yet, it wasn’t the monk who reacted first—it was Kevin. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-919.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-919.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e56ff76 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-919.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 913: Battling the black dogs together" +slug: "ch-919" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 919 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1017 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Kevin’s expression immediately changed, his cold face contorting slightly. "Max? Why are you here too?" he demanded sharply, his tone containing both surprise and a trace of annoyance. + +Indeed, the one who had arrived was none other than Max. + +Max smiled faintly, though there was something sinister about the curve of his lips, something sharp that made his words feel like a hidden blade. "Oh, it’s Kevin. It’s been a long time since we last met. I’m relieved to see you’re still alive... I was hoping to kill you myself." + +Kevin’s face darkened. "Damn it, who told you to bring them here?" He barked, pointing sharply at the sound of claws scraping stone and guttural growls approaching fast. + +Max lifted his hands in an exaggerated shrug, feigning innocence. "I didn’t mean to," he replied simply. + +And then it came— + +"Roar!" + +A massive shadow dropped from above, shaking the very cave with its weight. It was the Black Dog King, its two massive heads glaring coldly, first at Max and then at the monk and Kevin, both of whom tensed instinctively. + +The Black Dog King’s roar was like thunder in a confined space, the soundwave alone carrying murderous intent strong enough to make their skin prickle. + +Dozens of two-headed black dogs, acting under its command, burst forward like a living tide. Their jaws snapped and their roars echoed sharply as they charged, their movement coordinated, predatory, terrifying. + +Max took two steps back, coughing lightly as though embarrassed. "Ahem, you two... if you have any personal grudges, maybe keep them for later? Let’s deal with these black dogs first." + +Both the Big Belly Monk and Kevin turned their glares on Max simultaneously, silent curses practically visible in their eyes. The Black Dog King itself was peak Legend Rank, an apex existence even among monsters, something that even they dared not provoke casually—yet here Max was, bringing the disaster directly to them. + +Still, the choice before them was clear—fight or die. + +The two didn’t waste any more time on words. Their bodies blurred into motion, striking down the first wave of two-headed black dogs. + +"Puff! Puff! Puff!" + +Blood sprayed and yelps echoed as the black dogs at the 3rd and 4th levels of Legend Rank were torn apart, their bodies crumpling lifeless to the cold cave floor. + +Max wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Both Kevin and the Big Belly Monk were exceptionally talented, monsters among men, standing at the pinnacle of their peers. Killing ordinary high-level black dogs was effortless for them. + +Even so, the true threat had yet to make its move. + +The Black Dog King, towering and ferocious, finally lunged at Max with terrifying speed. Its two heads opened wide, black fangs flashing with chilling light as it came crashing down like a falling mountain. + +Max’s pupils shrank. This thing’s strength is terrifying! Even with all his techniques, all his power and concepts unleashed, he could only hold the Black Dog King at bay—barely standing his ground.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +He swung his Blue Dragon Sword, black flames and sword light clashing violently with the beast’s shadow, the shockwave of impact cracking stone and shaking dust from the ceiling. "Swish!" A black dog lunged at him from the side, only to be cleaved in two by Max’s lightning-fast follow-up slash. + +Still, every inch of his body screamed at him to retreat. The Black Dog King was too strong. + +Fortunately, Kevin and the Big Belly Monk were also engaging the other dogs, their combined pressure cutting down the tide of beasts and lessening the burden on Max, allowing him the space he needed to survive in the chaos. + +Max’s eyes widened when he heard the Blob’s sudden cry of surprise. "Nether Stone?" The usually composed Blob actually sounded shaken. "How is it possible? There are really Nether Stones in this world?" + +Max, startled by the unusual tone of his companion, asked hurriedly, "What is a Nether Stone?" + +Blob then explained everything he knew—information eerily similar to what Old Devil Dave had once told Kevin. The Nether Stone was said to be an ancient, mythical material, a legendary gateway to the rumored underworld itself. + +Not only that, it was a supreme refining material capable of creating Demigod Rank weapons—weapons said to possess spirits of their own, capable of thinking, fighting, and defending their masters independently. + +When Max heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he muttered in disbelief, "Doesn’t that mean the underworld is real?" + +Blob hesitated before responding, his voice heavy. "I don’t know. I always thought the Nether Stone was just a legend, something recorded in ancient myths to inspire awe. I never believed it really existed. But seeing one here with my own eyes... Max, I can’t say for certain about the underworld, but this Nether Stone alone is a priceless treasure. Even if it never leads you to the legendary underworld, you could still refine a Demigod Rank weapon from it. That alone is enough to shake the entire Middle Domain." + +Max’s heart pounded. His gaze instinctively wanted to shift back toward the object, but he couldn’t afford the luxury of distraction. Dozens of black dogs were already upon him, their snarling jaws and sharp fangs flashing cold light, and at the very front of the pack was the towering Black Dog King, its two monstrous heads glaring at him like he was prey. + +Max gritted his teeth, his Blue Dragon Sword whirling as black flames surged around him, keeping the beasts at bay as he retreated step by step. In the midst of the chaos, his eyes finally landed on it—the Nether Stone. + +It was massive, about ten feet tall, like a pillar of night ripped from another world. Its surface was pitch black yet strangely lustrous, and carved across its body were mysterious, intricate patterns that seemed to swim like living things under his gaze, shifting and rearranging in ways he couldn’t understand. + +Blob’s voice trembled slightly. "Take it out first, Max! We can’t let something like this slip away!" + +Max nodded quickly. "Okay!" he said, stepping forward, preparing to store it in his dimensional space. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-92.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-92.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b64f57 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-92.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 92: Chaos in the Central City - 3" +slug: "ch-92" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 92 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Will, change the trajectory of the attack. Lena, force it in place." The purple-haired young man gave quick orders to the team behind him. + +A young man with short black hair in an army cut stepped forward, his hands aimed at the Dracovore. + +Suddenly, a large black sphere, the size of the Dracovore’s head, appeared in front of him. Will controlled the sphere, guiding it straight toward the Dracovore’s mouth, striking it just below the maw, where the red, pulsating core was located. + +The force caused the Dracovore’s maw to tilt toward the sky, but it wasn’t permanent. Will focused on keeping the black sphere in place, preventing the creature from lowering its mouth. + +"Hurry, I can’t keep this up for long!" Will’s voice sounded desperate. + +"Leave it to me." Lena, the orange-haired girl, smiled beautifully as she slapped her hands together, though a small hole remained between them. + +She peeked through the hole, observing the Dracovore, and suddenly, orange chains appeared from all directions, wrapping around the creature’s neck and locking it in place. The other ends of the chains seemed to be anchored in the void, trapping the Dracovore, rendering it immobile. + +At that moment, the Dracovore unleashed its attack. + +The pulsating core emitted a red-hot wave of light that tore through the black clouds above. The wind howled as the red glow illuminated the entire area for a full ten seconds before the attack subsided. + +Max’s eyes focused on the attack. ’It’s good they were here on time,’ he thought in relief. As he observed their strength, he noted that they were all at the 1st to 3rd level Adept rank. + +"ROAR!!" The Dracovore roared, and its enormous body shook the chains binding it. + +Crack! + +Moments later, the chains shattered, and the creature broke free. + +"Lena, Will, retreat!" the purple-haired man commanded. + +Both Will and Lena quickly retreated, appearing behind the purple-haired man, breathing heavily. + +Max turned to the purple-haired man and asked, "Which guild are you from?" + +The purple-haired man glanced at Max. "You’re quite bold for someone at the 1st level Apprentice rank," he said, his tone turning proud. "But a man should always be fearless and full of confidence." + +Max gave him an odd look. "Never mind, you’re from the Knights of the Valor guild." + +The purple-haired man smiled confidently. "I am Ramon Galliner, and these are my team members." He gestured to each one. "This is Will, this is Lena — you know what they can do. The guy with his hair covering his eyes is Luke, the team’s archer, and that guy with the flashy smile is Kane. He’s like an assassin, but also the main attacker, like me." + +Thump! Thump! + +The sound of the Dracovore’s movements echoed as it turned its head toward them. In a swift motion, it swung its tail toward them. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, and he activated Ten Directional Shield. A red, hexagonal shield appeared in front of them. + +Bang! + +The tail slammed into the shield like a sword, but it held firm. + +"Damn, good shield," Ramon nodded in appreciation, noting the shield’s sturdiness. + +"ROAR!" The Dracovore roared again, so loudly that the windows of nearby abandoned buildings shattered. + +Max sensed something with his Three Dimensional Body skill and shouted to Ramon and his team, "Everyone, retreat!" + +Upon hearing the urgency in his voice, they didn’t hesitate. They quickly distanced themselves from the Dracovore. + +Max also retreated with them. + +BOOM! + +A powerful shockwave exploded from the Dracovore’s body, crushing the buildings around it and flattening everything in its path. + +"No, we won’t survive this!" Ramon shouted in panic. + +"We will!" Max said, enveloping himself and everyone in a green spherical force field while stacking five layers of red hexagonal shields in front of the sphere. + +"Brace for impact!" Max shouted. + +BOOM! + +The shockwave collided with the first hexagonal shield, obliterating it. The second shield also shattered into pieces. The third shield held for a moment, but it too was destroyed. It was the fourth shield that managed to hold until the final moments before everything calmed down. + +"It was close," Max muttered, his expression tense. + +"How the heck is this level 5 Adept Rank monster so strong?!" Ramon exclaimed, staring at the flattened land in disbelief. "Only level 10 Adept rank monsters should be capable of something like this."𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +Max thought for a moment. "General Gale told me this monster is called a Dracovore, and it’s from The Forsaken Wilds." + +"The Forsaken Wilds? No wonder this monster is so strong." Ramon nodded in realization. + +Max, understanding his reaction, asked, "Is The Forsaken Wilds really that special?" + +Ramon’s expression turned fearful. "The Forsaken Wilds is at the very end of the Valora Continent and is one of the three forbidden lands. It’s said that monsters in this region constantly fight for dominance, so any monsters from there are likely much stronger than your average dungeon creatures." + +Max nodded, his expression serious. "Then this is a very difficult situation for us." He pointed at the Dracovore. "It’s charging again." + +The Dracovore’s maw began to collect red light, slowly forming a small red core in its mouth. + +Boom! + +At that moment, in a distant part of the city, a massive mushroom cloud of brown flames erupted, turning the sky into a fiery spectacle. The entire area around it was engulfed in smoke and chaos. + +"What was that?" Everyone was shocked by the sight. + +"The whole Central City around the dome has turned into a battlefield. We need to take care of this monster before heading to other parts of the city to assist," Ramon said solemnly. + +Kane shrugged, eyeing the Dracovore. "Easier said than done." + +Max frowned at the situation. ’I should handle this on my own,’ he thought, watching the Dracovore charge its next attack. + +"Everyone!" Max called to Ramon and his team. "If you trust me, go help the other hunters in the city. I’ll take care of this." + +Ramon frowned but sighed. "If I hadn’t seen your defense, I would’ve definitely scolded you." He shook his head wryly. "We’ll wait for your news." + +With that, Ramon turned to his teammates. "Let’s help the other hunters for now." + +They nodded in agreement. + +Ramon glanced at Max. "You’d better not die." With those words, he and his team flew off. + +Max sighed, watching their retreating forms, then turned his attention back to the Dracovore. + +’Its strength far exceeds mine, so attacking blindly would be foolish.’ He contemplated and began formulating a plan—one that could take down the Dracovore in a single strike. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-920.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-920.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5f5d3fa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-920.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 914: A Tragic End" +slug: "ch-920" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 920 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1034 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +But just as his fingers moved, the Black Dog King roared and lunged. A torrent of black energy burst from its twin maws, cascading like a tidal wave, shaking the ground itself as it slammed toward him. + +Max’s expression changed drastically. He retreated on instinct, swinging his sword in a defensive arc, choosing survival over treasure. The Nether Stone would have to wait. + +The Big Belly Monk, seeing this, immediately seized the opportunity. His eyes flashed with greed as he sprinted forward, his broad, meaty hand slapping down on the surface of the Nether Stone. "Mine!" he roared. + +But the moment his palm touched the stone, the cave echoed with a deep, resounding bang, like a giant heartbeat. The monk’s confident expression shifted instantly to one of horror. The Nether Stone wouldn’t budge. It was so heavy, so impossibly dense, that even his peak Legend Rank strength couldn’t make it shift by an inch. + +Then something worse happened—something truly terrifying. + +From where his palm pressed against the stone, a strange suction force erupted, and his expression contorted in agony. The Nether Stone was devouring him. Its surface twisted, the strange patterns writhing like living things, and it latched onto his flesh like a parasite, pulling him in. Blood sprayed from his arm as if an invisible mouth had bitten into him. + +"Ahhh!" The Big Belly Monk’s scream tore through the cave, filled with pain and panic. He tried to wrench himself free, but the more he struggled, the stronger the pull became. His eyes went wide with disbelief as he felt his very life force draining away. + +The devouring force only intensified, dragging his arm deeper and deeper, swallowing flesh, muscle, and bone. Blood spattered across the Nether Stone’s black surface, where it sizzled and vanished as though drunk by the stone. + +And then came the most horrifying moment—his entire arm was consumed, vanishing inside the stone as if it had never existed. Blood sprayed like a fountain as the monk staggered back, his scream echoing through the abyss. Half his robe was soaked red, his face pale as a corpse. + +Even the Black Dog King paused for half a heartbeat at the sound, its twin heads lifting slightly, as if even it was wary of this strange stone. + +Max’s eyes narrowed sharply. This Nether Stone... it was alive. + +The big-bellied monk’s eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling as the devouring force from the Nether Stone pulled him in further and further. "Save me!" he cried out, his voice cracking in desperation. Blood sprayed from his shoulder as his remaining arm flailed wildly, reaching toward Max as if clinging to a final shred of hope. + +But Max froze on the spot, his heart pounding. His mind flashed back to the scene with Kevin and the gray shadow from before—how terrifying it had been, how helpless he had felt. Kevin, on the other hand, clenched his fists tightly, recalling how Old Devil Dave had nearly seized complete control of his body. Both of them, almost instinctively, took several steps back. + +They weren’t about to risk the same fate. + +"No—!" the big-bellied monk howled when he realized no help was coming. Half of his body was already merged into the Nether Stone, his torso sinking into its strange, pulsating patterns as if being swallowed by a bottomless pit. His face contorted with despair and unwillingness. He struggled wildly, screaming, clawing at the stone to no avail. + +The devouring force only grew stronger. His legs disappeared, his remaining arm twisted unnaturally, and finally, his voice became shrill, hoarse, and then abruptly silenced as the Nether Stone pulled him in entirely. + +A moment later, only a blood mist floated in the air, which the Nether Stone eagerly absorbed. A sharp, wet snap sounded as something small fell to the ground—the big-bellied monk’s storage ring. + +Max couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the stone. "What the hell is this thing... it’s alive," he muttered under his breath. + +Meanwhile, Kevin stood rigid, his face cold and pale. In his mind, Old Devil Dave was silent for a moment before Kevin erupted in fury. "Old man, you dare to lie to me? You said this treasure was harmless, just waiting for me to claim it. Do you think I have no way to kill you?" His mental roar carried so much killing intent that even Old Devil Dave’s voice trembled. + +"I... I don’t know! I swear, I don’t know either!" Old Devil Dave stammered. His tone, normally smug and confident, was filled with panic. "Kevin boy, listen to me. You must believe me. I didn’t expect this at all!" + +Kevin’s jaw clenched tight, his eyes glowing with murderous intent. "Humph, you led me here to die, didn’t you? If it wasn’t for that fat monk, it would’ve been me being devoured!" + +Suddenly, Old Devil Dave’s voice sharpened as if something had clicked. "Wait... I understand now. Once a spirit body is born inside the Nether Stone, it becomes bloodthirsty. That must be it. Kevin, this Nether Stone... it isn’t ordinary anymore—it’s awakened! This is the only explanation that makes sense!" + +But Kevin only snorted coldly, his face clouded with suspicion and anger. He no longer trusted the old demon fully. Even if Old Devil Dave was telling the truth, the fact remained: this so-called treasure had almost killed him. He narrowed his eyes at the Nether Stone, unease settling deep in his heart. + +At this moment, Black Dog King, a beast that had moments ago seemed unstoppable, suddenly trembled before the Nether Stone as if it had encountered its natural predator. Its two enormous heads roared repeatedly, fear laced in every sound, and with a swift motion of its tails, it barked out a command that caused all the black dogs to retreat at once, their once-murderous eyes now filled with primal terror. + +Max and Kevin exchanged a tense glance, both realizing instinctively that this was their chance to escape. They were just about to turn and run when the Nether Stone emitted a sound that shook their very souls—a deep, resonant humming like the tolling of an ancient bell. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-921.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-921.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c8c0e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-921.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 915: An Old Soul" +slug: "ch-921" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 921 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1062 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Without warning, dozens of dark arcs of light burst forth from the Nether Stone, twisting through the air like living chains. They were impossibly fast, weaving through space and closing around everything in sight. + +Max and Kevin barely had time to react before those arcs wrapped around their bodies, glowing with a sinister light that made their skin crawl. + +"What is this?!" Max shouted in alarm, swinging his Blue Dragon Sword with all his might. Flames, lightning, sword, even his spatial concept-infused strikes—all were unleashed in an instant, colliding with the black arcs. + +But to his horror, they didn’t even scratch them. The arcs of light were not only overwhelmingly powerful but unnaturally flexible, adjusting themselves mid-attack to resist every angle of his strike. Even the black flames that could devour almost anything failed to burn through them. + +Kevin fared no better. His poisonous palm strikes and demonic energy slammed into the arcs but only made them tremble slightly before they tightened around him even more, coiling like serpents eager to crush and consume him. + +The same arcs lashed out toward the black dog pack. One by one, the monstrous hounds yelped and writhed as they were bound, dragged screaming toward the Nether Stone’s base. Their bodies twisted helplessly, claws scraping the ground as they were pulled in, and then with a terrifying suction, they were swallowed whole into the stone’s pitch-black surface. + +Within moments, dozens of black dogs were gone, leaving behind only their leader—the Black Dog King. + +The King’s eyes blazed with fury and fear. With a deafening roar, it broke free from one arc of light, tearing it apart with raw force. Its twin heads snapped wildly, spewing arcs of black lightning that shattered the air itself, and it sprinted toward escape, desperate to break free from the terrifying artifact. + +But the Nether Stone was merciless. Dozens more arcs shot out, intertwining in midair before wrapping around the Black Dog King’s massive body like chains forged from night itself. The beast roared, thrashing violently, its claws carving trenches into the ground, but it was dragged back step by step. Its immense power meant nothing against the will of the Nether Stone. + +"No..." Max whispered, his face pale. If even the Black Dog King, a creature standing at the peak of the Legend Rank, was helpless, what hope did he and Kevin have? + +The King fought to the bitter end, spewing black lightning, snapping its jaws, even attempting to sever its own entangled limbs to break free, but it was no use. In one swift motion, the arcs pulled it onto the Nether Stone’s surface. + +A wet, grisly sound echoed as the beast’s body was absorbed, its blood bursting into the air like crimson flowers before vanishing entirely into the stone. + +Max’s face turned ashen, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. Blob’s voice rang urgently in his mind: "Max, this Nether Stone is beyond anything we’ve prepared for. I was right... this thing has birthed a spirit, and it’s terrifying. You are no match for it, not for heaven and earth itself. You must use everything you have and escape now!" + +"Understood!" Max shouted back, gritting his teeth. Black flames erupted around him, his draconic essence roaring to life, and he poured all his strength into one final escape attempt. + +At the same time, Kevin’s expression was cold and resolute as he conversed with Old Devil Dave internally, his voice sharp and filled with killing intent. "Old man, if we die here, I’m dragging you with me. Get ready—we fight to the death!" + +Old Devil Dave chuckled darkly in Kevin’s mind but there was unease behind his tone: "Fine, boy... but hold nothing back. If we fail here, none of us are walking out alive." + +The Nether Stone pulsed with a deep bloody light, and in that instant, Max and Kevin’s bodies froze completely, as if an invisible hand had reached out from the void and seized them by their souls. They couldn’t even twitch a finger, nor circulate their mana. + +A chill colder than death ran down their spines, and then an ancient, hoarse voice echoed inside the cave, heavy with age and authority. + +"Two little guys... if you wish to live, then stay very, very still and listen." + +The sound was oppressive, carrying the weight of countless years, and both Max and Kevin felt as if their hearts were being crushed by mountains. + +"Who are you?!" Kevin managed to shout through gritted teeth, his voice trembling despite himself. + +"Are you... the spirit of the Nether Stone?" Max asked almost at the same time, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. + +Inside their minds, they quickly reached out to their respective companions—Blob for Max and Old Devil Dave for Kevin—hoping for answers. + +"Blob, can you see what’s inside it?" Max asked anxiously. + +"This aura... it’s ancient, older than anything I’ve encountered. I... I don’t know, Max. Whatever this is, it’s far beyond me," Blob admitted solemnly. + +At the same time, Old Devil Dave muttered with a rare tone of unease, "Kevin boy, this isn’t something I’ve ever encountered either... I can’t even sense what it is. That alone should tell you how dangerous it is." + +The voice from the Nether Stone ignored their questions entirely, its tone becoming sharper, as though it was used to being obeyed. + +"That is not something you need to know. I will ask only once... do you want to live?" + +The two of them stiffened at those words, their instincts screaming that this voice meant exactly what it said—it could snuff out their lives in an instant if they said no. + +"Senior... what do you require of us?" Max said quickly, keeping his tone as respectful as possible, but inside, he was drenched in cold sweat. He could feel an invisible pressure around his neck, as though one wrong word would be his last. + +Kevin also lowered his tone, "Please... speak frankly, senior." + +The voice rumbled like an ancient drum in their ears, "It is simple. Find four materials for me. The first is the Phoenix Blood Crystal... the second is the Dragon Blood Stone... the third is the Sun Essence Stone... and the fourth... is the Six Yin True Water. Bring these four materials to me, and I will allow you to live." + +Max and Kevin froze on the spot, their expressions darkening. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-922.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-922.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7318f78 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-922.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 916: Blood Parasite" +slug: "ch-922" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 922 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1115 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Phoenix Blood Crystal? Dragon Blood Stone? Even one of those was already a rare treasure that might not appear even once in a thousand years. As for the Sun Essence Stone and Six Yin True Water—those were Demigod Rank treasures. Most experts only ever heard of them as myths recorded in ancient texts; no one could even say for sure if they truly existed in the mortal world. + +To ask for all four at once was no different than ordering them to search for four needles hidden somewhere in four different worlds. It was an impossible task. + +Yet at this moment, neither Max nor Kevin had any right to refuse. Their lives were hanging by a thread, clutched in the invisible grasp of whatever terrifying will resided in the Nether Stone. + +Kevin was the first to respond, his voice slightly shaking, "Don’t worry, senior. We... we will definitely find the four materials you asked for. But... before that... could you please release us first?" + +Max didn’t ask and talked with Blob. "Blob... how is it? Have you figured out what he is?" + +Blob’s voice came back, shaken and heavy, "No... I can’t even sense his true form. It’s like he doesn’t exist at all in this world. His presence is... unreal, like something outside the natural order." + +Max’s heart sank, and he almost hissed aloud, "How is that possible?" + +Blob’s tone was helpless, "That’s the truth, Max. For now, we can’t fight him. He hasn’t killed you or taken your soul, so the only option you have... is to do as he says. At least for now, you’ll live." + +Max exhaled slowly, his face dark as he lifted his head to the Nether Stone, forcing his voice to remain calm, "Senior, don’t worry. The two of us will do everything we can to find those four materials. But... you must know how rare these treasures are. Phoenix Blood Crystal alone appears once in a millennium, and Six Yin True Water is something most consider a myth. I... I can’t guarantee we will succeed." + +Kevin, still clutching his own chest where the parasite had settled, nodded as well, his face pale, "Senior, we will try our utmost, but what if—" + +The voice from the Nether Stone interrupted them, hoarse and commanding, "Little fellows, you need not tell me what I already know. Because of that, I give you ten years. Ten years to bring me what I need. After ten years, come back to this valley and present the four materials to me."𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +For a moment, both Max and Kevin felt a wave of relief wash over them. At least they were being given time. At least they could live. + +But before that thought could even settle, the voice changed, becoming colder, darker, its tone like an icy knife sliding across their spines, "In order to ensure you remain... motivated, I will plant blood parasites in your bodies." + +Max and Kevin’s eyes went wide with shock, "Blood parasites?!" + +Before they could even react, the Nether Stone pulsed with a crimson light, and from its surface, two small, blood-colored worms crawled out. They were tiny, no larger than grains of rice, yet their aura was chilling and filled with hunger. + +"No, wait—!" Max shouted, but it was too late. + +The two worms shot forward with unnatural speed, latching onto their arms and biting straight through their skin. + +"Ahhhh!" Both Max and Kevin screamed as their bodies convulsed. The worms slithered under their flesh like living threads of fire, racing through their veins toward their hearts. Pain unlike anything they had felt before erupted inside them. + +Their vision blurred, cold sweat poured down their backs, and their faces turned pale, bloodless, as though their vitality had been drained in an instant. + +Inside their chests, they felt it—two tiny wriggling presences that clung tightly to their hearts, like shackles that couldn’t be broken. + +The voice from the Nether Stone returned, now sharper, with a sinister edge that felt almost gleeful, "These blood parasites answer only to me. If you return within ten years and bring me the materials I seek, I will remove them. But if you fail, or if you attempt to betray me... they will awaken and devour your hearts whole, tearing you apart from within." + +The sound of its laughter was low and ancient, echoing unnaturally through the dark cave, "Remember this well... you have only ten years." + +Max and Kevin stood frozen, breathing heavily, their hands instinctively clutching their chests where the parasites had settled. For the first time since entering the secret domain, they felt a true and unavoidable sense of death looming over them. + +"I didn’t expect blood parasites to still exist in this world. Max, this isn’t the spirit of the Nether Stone—it’s something far older, an ancient soul that somehow became trapped within it." Blob’s voice rang in Max’s mind. + +Max’s heart tightened when he heard that. His eyes flickered with anxiety, and he asked hurriedly, "Blob, is there any way to remove this blood poison? There has to be a way, right?" + +Blob responded with an uncharacteristically heavy tone, "Of course I know a few methods, but listen carefully—blood parasites are not ordinary toxins. They are refined life-bonds that directly attach to the heart and soul of the host. Normally, only the person who refined them can undo them. That’s how dangerous they are." + +Max felt his breath hitch as Blob paused before adding, "But nothing in this world is absolute. Once we leave this secret domain, I will teach you some methods that might work. Don’t get your hopes too high, but we’ll find a way." + +At the same time, Kevin was having his own furious exchange with Old Devil Dave. His face was pale, but his spiritual voice was boiling with anger. "How could this happen? Are you saying he’s the only one who can remove these things?" + +Old Devil Dave sighed in Kevin’s mind, his tone uncharacteristically helpless, "That’s right, Kevin boy. I’m sorry... I didn’t expect this either. Otherwise, I never would have led you here." + +Kevin’s chest rose and fell as he clenched his fists. "What’s the point of saying that now?" he snapped aloud, his tone edged with suppressed rage. Then, forcing himself to calm down, he looked at the Nether Stone and said carefully, "Senior, this secret domain only remains open for about another month. When it closes, how are we supposed to return with the materials you’re asking for?" + +Max, standing beside him, also nodded, his tone similarly restrained. "Senior, that’s indeed an important matter. Even if we find the materials, how do we deliver them here after the secret domain closes?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-923.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-923.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c008021 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-923.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 917: A force partnership" +slug: "ch-923" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 923 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The voice from the Nether Stone answered without any emotion, but its words carried a bone-deep chill. "It’s very simple. If you reach the Fifth Life and Death Cycle of the Divine Rank or higher, you can forcibly open the secret domain and enter here at will." + +Max and Kevin’s minds went blank for a moment. + +"What?" Both of them blurted out almost at the same time, their faces turning pale. + +Max forced a bitter smile, his tone halfway between disbelief and despair. "Senior, you’re not joking with us juniors, are you?" + +Kevin’s gaze fixed on the Nether Stone, his lips tightening as bitterness filled his chest. The Fifth Life and Death Cycle of Divine Rank... that realm wasn’t just far away, it was nearly impossible for them to reach within ten years. + +Even among the most powerful figures of the Middle Domain’s seven overlord forces and the four great god nations, people who stood at that level were counted on one hand. + +Max and Kevin exchanged looks, their expressions stiff and strained, a shared grief passing silently between them like rabbits mourning another rabbit’s death. + +The rage in their hearts surged like fire, directed at the mysterious soul inside the Nether Stone, but neither of them dared to speak their true thoughts. In the end, both could only force bitter smiles and bow their heads slightly, swallowing their humiliation in silence. + +"Okay, you can go. If it weren’t for the demonic energy I needed, I would have swallowed you two up long ago." The voice from within the Nether Stone echoed coldly, carrying with it a chilling finality that made the hairs on Max and Kevin’s necks stand on end. + +Both of them shivered involuntarily, their hearts heavy with relief and dread. They were glad—glad they had not fallen as low as the big-bellied monk, who had dabbled in demonic practices. If they had, they might have ended up just like him, swallowed whole by that terrifying stone with no chance of escape. Compared to the monk’s fate, theirs almost felt lucky. + +"Remember," the hoarse voice continued, sharper now, almost like a knife grazing their throats, "you must not disclose this matter to anyone, or you will bear the consequences." + +"Yes, we two juniors will take our leave." Max and Kevin spoke almost in unison, bowing their heads slightly in submission. Then, without daring to waste another second, they began to back away from that ominous stone. + +Just before they turned to leave, Max’s eyes caught the faint glimmer of something lying beneath the Nether Stone—a storage ring. It had belonged to the big-bellied monk. Quick as lightning, Max bent down and snatched it up. + +Kevin’s lips parted slightly when he saw this. For a brief moment, he considered stopping Max, but in the end, he remained silent. There were far bigger problems on their shoulders now than a single storage ring. + +Max clenched the storage ring in his palm, feeling a trace of comfort despite the hollow despair in his chest. But deep inside, regret gnawed at him. If I had known this would happen, I would never have come here seeking treasures. This was courting death... + +Both he and Kevin felt their faces grow pale as reality sank in. They not only had to find the four legendary materials—Phoenix Blood Crystal, Dragon Blood Stone, Sun Essence Stone, and Six Yin True Water—within ten years, but also had to advance to the Life and Death Realm of the Divine Rank, a height so distant it was almost laughable. + +"Hateful." + +"Damn it." + +The curses slipped from their lips almost at the same time, their voices thick with frustration and unwillingness. + +After a moment of silence heavy enough to crush the air between them, they looked at each other. Kevin was the first to speak, his tone complicated but steady, "Max, you and I... we’ve had conflicts before. But now we’re in the same boat. I think it’s best we put aside our past hatred and work together." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold sneer tugged at the corner of his lips. "Are you afraid that I’ll kill you?" he asked bluntly, his killing intent barely masked. Max had long nurtured the thought of killing Kevin, and this forced alliance didn’t sit well with him. + +But Kevin, far from backing down, met Max’s gaze head-on and snorted coldly, "If you think you can kill me, you’re welcome to try." + +Max stared at Kevin for a long moment and noticed something unusual—a deep and unshakable confidence hidden between his brows, the kind of calm certainty a man only carried when he had a powerful card up his sleeve. That made Max hesitate for just a heartbeat before forcing a laugh. + +"I was just joking with you, Brother Kevin," he said, his tone suddenly warm, as if there had never been any hostility between them. "You are right. Right now, we’re not just two people bound by circumstance—we’re partners, even allies." + +Kevin tilted his head slightly but didn’t comment, merely waiting for Max to continue. + +Max quickly added, "First things first, let’s focus on finding these four materials within this secret domain. If we fail, then we’ll search outside after leaving this place. Either way, we need to keep in touch and move together on this matter. There’s no way to complete this alone. We will meet after the secret domain closed." + +"It’s settled then. Goodbye." Kevin accepted the plan without hesitation, his voice calm and clipped. + +Without wasting another moment, he turned, his black robe fluttering like a shadow at dusk, and in the blink of an eye, he shot off down one of the dark tunnels, his figure disappearing completely into the black mist of the abyss. + +Max stood there for a moment, watching Kevin’s rapidly vanishing back. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind stirred with unease. There was something about Kevin—something too calm, too assured, like he had a hidden trump card that Max couldn’t see. + +After a long silence, Max raised a hand to his head, rubbing it slowly, and asked quietly, "Blob, you’ve been observing him for quite some time now... what exactly have you discovered about him?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-924.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-924.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e662b0c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-924.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 918: Rick Monks" +slug: "ch-924" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 924 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Blob’s voice rang out in Max’s mind, calm but with an edge of seriousness. "I have indeed discovered something strange," it said, the tone heavy and deliberate. "If I am not mistaken, there is a powerful soul residing inside Kevin’s body." + +Max was visibly startled, his brow furrowing as the words sank in. "A soul? Could it be that the gray shadow that invaded him before... was actually a soul?" + +"It’s possible," Blob replied firmly. "And this soul isn’t just strong—it’s terrifyingly strong, far beyond what Kevin’s own strength should be able to handle." + +There was a brief pause, as if Blob itself was processing the implications, before it added, "But what surprises me the most, Max, is this—how did Kevin avoid being completely possessed by such a soul? Normally, with a spirit like that entering a person, it would take over their body without resistance. Yet Kevin is still in control. That means he has secrets—deep secrets."𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +Max’s eyes darkened. "It seems Kevin isn’t as simple as he looks," he muttered. + +"Exactly," Blob said, then quickly shifted topics. "But, Max, put Kevin aside for now. Your focus should be on something more urgent—those four spiritual treasures and your own strength. You need to reach the 5th stage of the Life and Death Cycle in the Divine Rank within ten years, or that blood parasite will kill you. That means, whether you like it or not, you need to become someone capable of stepping into the Divine Rank itself within that time frame." + +Max frowned deeply at this, the weight of the words heavy on his shoulders. "Blob... be honest with me. What are my chances of reaching that level in ten years?" + +There was silence for a moment before Blob sighed. "Less than thirty percent." + +"So low?" Max’s voice was tinged with disbelief. + +"Of course it’s low," Blob said impatiently. "If stepping into the Divine Rank were easy, then the world would be full of Divine Rank experts flying around. Do you even realize what you’re asking? Crossing from the Legend Rank to Mythic Rank is already a life-changing transformation, but going from Mythic Rank to Divine Rank? That’s a completely different threshold. Each step of Mythic Rank is about laying your foundation—accumulating as much energy in your inner space as possible. That energy determines how far you can go when you break through into the ten cycles of Life and Death in the Divine Rank. Without enough accumulation, you’ll either fail entirely or, worse, force your way through only to be destroyed by the heavens’ wrath during the tribulation." + +Blob’s tone grew even heavier. "Most importantly, if your accumulation during Mythic Rank isn’t strong enough, then even if you manage to reach the peak of Mythic Rank, you will hit a wall when trying to step into Divine Rank. And understand this clearly, Max—properly accumulating that amount of energy normally takes decades, even for a genius. You want to do it in ten years? It’s not impossible, but it’s like walking on a knife’s edge over a bottomless abyss." + +Max’s expression grew darker as Blob’s words echoed in his mind, sinking in like heavy stones pressing against his chest. He understood the reasoning behind Blob’s warning—what was said made perfect sense. + +The path to the Divine Rank wasn’t something that could be rushed; it required decades of preparation, deep accumulation, and unshakable foundations. + +And yet, Max also knew something that made him clench his fists and exhale through gritted teeth—his ability to devour energy wasn’t ordinary. It was broken, an anomaly. With it, he could bypass what others needed decades to achieve. That thought burned like a spark of stubborn defiance in his heart. + +"Forget it," Max muttered, forcing a wry smile onto his lips. "I’ll see what can be done in these ten years. Whether it’s thirty percent or three percent... I’ll still do it." + +Blob, sensing the determination in Max’s voice, softened its tone. "Do your best, Max. Since this world has even legendary objects like the Nether Stone, there’s no reason those four materials won’t exist somewhere out there. And remember, after we leave this secret domain, I’ll share methods that might help expel the blood parasite. Who knows, you might get lucky and remove it before the ten years are up." + +"I hope so," Max said quietly, though his voice carried a hint of steel. He straightened his back and walked out of the cave. The oppressive cold and the lingering Yin energy didn’t bother him anymore. Kevin was long gone, his shadow vanishing into the depths of the abyss, and as for the pack of black dogs, they were no longer an obstacle—none dared approach after what happened at the Nether Stone. + +"Let’s look for it on the other side," Max whispered to himself as he moved forward, his eyes scanning the terrain. "If we can’t find it, we’ll head to Falling Dust Valley next." + +Then his gaze shifted to the storage ring clenched in his palm—the one he had snatched from the big-bellied monk before leaving. He sent his spiritual sense inside, expecting something useful, but what he saw stunned him. + +Rows upon rows of glowing crystals shimmered inside, their light filling his perception with dazzling brilliance. "This..." Max’s breath hitched slightly. "These are Legend Rank beast cores... and so many of them!" + +He counted quickly, his mind staggering at the number—five hundred thousand Legend Rank beast cores stacked like small mountains. In addition, there were hundreds of spiritual medicines neatly packed, most of them fifth grade, but more than twenty were sixth grade, shining like precious jewels. + +Max couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, "These monks... they’re too damn rich." + +His fingers tightened slightly, and for a fleeting moment, a dark thought flashed across his mind. ’If one monk has this much wealth, how many others carry treasures like this? If I hunted them all...’ + +But he immediately shook his head, forcing the thought out of his mind. "No... I may love money, but I won’t kill for it. Not like that." His voice was low, but firm. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, calming the turbulent thoughts that had almost dragged him down a path he didn’t want to walk. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-925.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-925.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c8ee5e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-925.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 919: Mysterious Card" +slug: "ch-925" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 925 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1011 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just then, his eyes caught something at the very corner of the storage ring. A small, unassuming box sat there, almost hidden under the piles of cores and spiritual herbs. "Huh? What’s this?" + +Max reached out, pulling the box into his hand. It was cold to the touch, unnaturally so, as though it carried a chill from some distant realm. Carefully, he opened it. + +Inside was a single object—a card, pitch black and faintly gleaming with an eerie light. It wasn’t metal, wood, jade, or stone. It was... something else entirely. Its surface was smooth yet unsettling to look at, as if it absorbed the light around it. + +Max stared at it, tilting his head slightly. "What’s this supposed to be...?" he muttered, feeling a strange, almost ominous sensation crawling along his fingertips just from holding it. + +Max held the black card in his hand for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as he studied it carefully. The material was unlike anything he had ever seen before—it looked like wood, but it wasn’t wood; it had the sheen of iron, but it wasn’t iron; and it held a weight similar to copper, yet it wasn’t copper either. + +It was a bizarre mixture of textures and density, as though it had been forged from an unknown material not found in the present world. The fact that the big-bellied monk had stored it so carefully, hidden deep inside his storage ring, meant it was definitely extraordinary. + +Upon closer inspection, Max noticed faint markings etched across its surface. Strange, intricate symbols stretched from corner to corner—dense and orderly yet chaotic in nature. + +When he tried to focus on them, he saw shapes that looked like runes, odd lines that resembled letters of an ancient script, and overlapping patterns that twisted his vision. + +Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and a sharp pain pierced through his eyes. "Ah..." Max flinched and quickly looked away, blinking repeatedly until the pain faded. He glanced down at the card again, this time keeping his focus away from the strange carvings. + +A sense of unease and curiosity churned inside him. ’What kind of terrifying thing is inscribed on this card that it can cause pain with just a glance?’ + +"Max, let me take a look at it," Blob’s voice rang out from within the Dimension of Spirit, calm but carrying an undertone of intrigue.𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 + +"Alright," Max said, hesitating slightly before warning, "but be careful, Blob. Whatever is carved on it seems dangerous to the soul itself." + +He channeled his energy and sent the black card into the Dimension of Spirit where Blob resided. For a moment, silence lingered until Blob finally spoke again, his voice more serious than usual. "You’re right, this thing does carry something that can harm the soul. It’s subtle, but it’s there. What puzzles me, though, is what exactly is on it." + +"You don’t recognize it either?" Max asked in surprise. + +"No," Blob admitted bluntly. "It looks like some form of writing, and yet it’s also similar to a rune array. My guess... this thing is most likely something from the ancient era." + +Max’s expression darkened slightly. ’From ancient times?’ That meant it could be tied to forgotten civilizations or even ancient powers that had long since disappeared from the world. + +Blob then added after a pause, "I examined it thoroughly, and there’s another thing worth noting—the material itself. It’s incredibly hard, Max, almost unnaturally so. Its toughness is not inferior to top-grade Legend Rank weapons, perhaps even stronger." + +Max froze at those words. ’As hard as top-grade Legend Rank weapons or even the Demigod Rank weapon’ That level of craftsmanship was already beyond most smiths in the Middle Domain. "Could this... be a fragment of some kind of weapon?" he asked, his tone carrying both doubt and awe. + +Blob thought for a while before replying, "It’s possible... but unlikely. If it was a weapon fragment, it would be nearly impossible to carve those inscriptions into it. Only someone at Divine Rank or above could achieve that level of precision and stability. That makes this even stranger." + +Max fell silent, his thoughts spinning. ’A card from ancient times, harder than top-grade Legend Rank and Demigod Rank weapons, inscribed with unknown runes capable of harming the soul itself?’ + +The more he thought about it, the heavier the card felt in his hand. Eventually, he closed the box and placed the black card back inside for safekeeping. + +Shaking off his unease, Max continued his search on the other side of the Black Dog Abyss, sweeping the area for anything valuable. Hours passed as he scoured through the abyss, but he found nothing that caught his attention—not a single treasure that rivaled the Nether Stone or the big-bellied monk’s storage ring haul. + +Finally, with nothing left to pursue in the Black Dog Abyss, Max turned his gaze westward, toward a new destination. "Falling Dust Valley..." he muttered, recalling its location on the other side of the abyss. Without hesitation, he leaped into motion, black flames trailing behind him as he sped toward his next search for treasures. + +Max’s figure flickered as he landed softly on the rugged ground, leaving behind the eerie darkness of the Black Dog Abyss. Even now, as his boots touched solid earth, a faint chill lingered in his heart. + +The memory of the Nether Stone’s terrifying spirit and the Black Dog King’s overwhelming power still gnawed at him, making him more cautious than ever. + +Falling Dust Valley lay ahead—a place that sat deep within the inner region of the secret domain, almost at its very heart. It was said to be the most abundant region for magical medicines and natural treasures, a paradise for any expert willing to risk their life. This was precisely why Max had chosen this destination, despite knowing it would also attract the strongest forces within the domain. + +He whistled lightly, and from within his Dimension of Spirit emerged the Little Rat. The small creature yawned lazily and glared at Max with a look that clearly said you owe me for this. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-926.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-926.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5ffe43 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-926.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 920: Helping Eternal Sun Guild" +slug: "ch-926" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 926 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Its round belly wobbled as it turned its head away in mock anger, refusing to move even when Max waved a radiant sixth-grade spiritual herb in front of it. + +Max couldn’t help but chuckle at the little creature’s antics. "Come on, little guy. Don’t be like that. There are bound to be better treasures in Falling Dust Valley. Think of all the spiritual energy you’ll get to absorb," he coaxed, playing the emotional card. + +The Little Rat twitched its whiskers and rolled its tiny eyes but eventually relented, its nose twitching as it sniffed the air for scents of rare herbs. With a squeak, it scurried off ahead, its earlier laziness forgotten. + +Their cooperation paid off almost instantly. Max’s storage ring grew heavier as they traveled, collecting rare herbs along the way, including several high-grade spiritual medicines. + +Of course, this wasn’t without cost—ferocious monsters prowled these regions, forcing Max to cut them down swiftly, leaving their bodies lifeless among the rocks. + +He also had to maneuver carefully to avoid running into groups from rival forces, many of whom would kill first and ask questions later in a treasure-rich area like this. + +Just as Max was beginning to enjoy the quiet efficiency of his journey, a sharp sound cut through the air. + +"Ding, ding, ding!" + +The crisp clash of metal and the hum of spiritual weapons rang from deeper ahead, along with waves of mana fluctuations strong enough to ripple the surrounding air. From within the chaotic noise, bursts of golden brilliance flared like miniature suns exploding one after another, painting the sky in radiant hues. + +Max narrowed his eyes. ’That’s... solar essence power.’ + +Given his knowledge of regional forces, only one group wielded such brilliance so dominantly—the Eternal Sun Guild. With his cautious nature, Max would normally avoid such conflicts entirely, but this was the only route to Falling Dust Valley, and turning back wasn’t an option. + +Besides, the Great Ruler Empire, to which he had ties, shared an alliance with the Eternal Sun Guild. If their opponents were dangerous enough, he wouldn’t mind stepping in. + +Suppressing his aura until even the wind couldn’t trace him, Max crept closer. Each step was light, calculated, and silent, blending him into the shadows as he navigated around jagged rocks and sparse foliage. Within moments, he reached a vantage point and crouched low. + +What he saw confirmed his suspicions: nearly ten figures soared through the sky, their attacks fierce and unrelenting, focused entirely on the Eternal Sun Guild members. The battle in the air was violent and dazzling, bright golden rays of the Sun’s power clashing against ominous strikes from the enemy. + +Seeing this, Max didn’t hesitate for even a moment. He launched himself forward, the Blue Dragon Sword already in his hand, its edge humming with suppressed power. + +"Swish." + +The blade cut through the air with terrifying speed, releasing a dazzling burst of sword energy that instantly stretched to a hundred feet long. It roared down like a falling sky pillar, aimed directly at the man before him—a man whose aura revealed he was at the 7th level of the Legend Rank. + +The sheer force of the attack shook the ground beneath them, whipping the air into violent currents. + +The man’s eyes widened slightly at first, a flicker of shock passing through them, but he reacted quickly, his hand snapping out in a powerful strike. + +His palm slammed into the oncoming sword energy with brutal precision, a booming explosion echoing as sword and palm force collided. The glowing hundred-foot blade shattered apart like glass breaking under a hammer, scattering fragments of energy into the surroundings before fading away entirely. + +"Who are you?" the man demanded, his voice filled with irritation and curiosity. He had assumed that the one attacking him so suddenly must be from the Eternal Sun Guild, but when he got a closer look, he saw a young man who looked barely twenty, still at the peak of Master Rank. + +For someone so young to dare make such a bold move was shocking enough to give him pause. + +"Max?" one of the other geniuses muttered in disbelief. Soon, more voices followed, eyes widening as they all turned toward him. + +These youths were members of the Eternal Sun Guild, and they had been told by their elders and leader to assist any members of the Great Ruler Empire whenever possible. Seeing Max appear here, of all places, had clearly caught them off guard. + +"Max, are you Max?" one asked again, as though confirming it was really him. + +But their moment of surprise quickly turned to hostility. One by one, the yellow-shirted youths focused on Max, their gazes growing cold and unfriendly, tension filling the air like storm clouds gathering before lightning strikes. + +Max looked at them, unbothered, and asked calmly, "Are you members of the Obsidian Order?" + +The young man in the yellow shirt, who seemed to be their leader, straightened his back slightly and nodded with pride. + +"That’s right," he said in a voice as sharp as a blade, his eyes narrowing at Max. "We were originally looking for you, but who would’ve thought you’d deliver yourself right to us?" + +Max smirked faintly, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Oh? Do the members of the Obsidian Order also want Arnold to owe you a favor?" he asked, his tone laced with a strange, mocking edge. + +But the response he received was unexpected. The yellow-shirted young man sneered with open disdain and said, "Arnold? Is he worthy?" + +Max’s expression stiffened for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. "Then I wonder," he said slowly, "just how did I offend you all?" + +The young man snorted coldly. "Hmph, Max, I won’t waste words with you. You’ve offended Miss Luna. She told us that if we ever met you, we were to teach you a lesson you wouldn’t forget." His tone was proud, as though he was speaking about some sacred decree. + +"Luna?" Max blinked, momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected this at all. That woman was holding a grudge? He had saved her life, and yet she repaid kindness with enmity? For a brief second, his thoughts turned bitter. ’It seems the ancients were right,’ he thought, ’villains and women truly are hard to please and even harder to raise.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-927.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-927.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9921c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-927.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 921: A small show of strength" +slug: "ch-927" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 927 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1042 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max let out a faint sigh, his mind flashing back to that moment he had pulled her from danger, only to have her send people to trouble him in return. It was almost laughable. + +But before he could speak further, the yellow-shirted young man snapped, his face twisting with fury. "How dare you! Do you think you can call Miss Luna by her name like that?" His voice was sharp, carrying a hint of murderous intent. + +"Why not?" Max shot back coldly, his patience wearing thin. "I saved her life. If she doesn’t feel grateful, fine. But to turn around and repay kindness with hatred, to send people just to deal with me? That’s nothing short of ridiculous!" His voice rose slightly, his anger evident now, the sharpness of his words like his sword—a direct strike meant to cut through any pretense. + +Seeing him complain in such a tone, the young man in the yellow robe froze for a brief moment, as if stunned that Max dared to speak so boldly. Then his expression hardened into one of cold arrogance. + +"Shut up!" he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. "Miss Luna is already at the fifth level of Legend Rank, far beyond your reach. And you? You’re just a peak Master Rank trash. Yet you dare to spew nonsense, twisting the truth and insulting Miss Luna’s reputation. That’s simply unforgivable." + +Without another word, the young man raised his hand and struck forward with an open palm. Golden light burst forth instantly, condensing into a radiant golden palm print the size of a small house. It descended from the air with a deep, resonant boom, its pressure sweeping across the area like a crushing tidal wave. + +"Brother Max, be careful!" Blake and his companions cried out in panic from behind. They immediately tried to rush forward to help, but several members of the Martial Alliance stepped in, effortlessly pinning them down with their superior strength. + +The pressure from those guards alone was enough to leave Blake and the others trembling in place, unable to even take another step forward. + +"Get out of here!" Max shouted back at them, his voice echoing like a thunderclap. He swung the Blue Dragon Sword with one decisive motion, and thirteen streams of sword energy erupted from the blade like serpentine dragons taking flight. + +They roared forward, intertwining in midair before smashing directly into the descending golden palm. With a deafening explosion, the radiant palm print was torn apart, shattered into countless glimmering fragments. + +Max didn’t stop there. With another swift movement, he slashed horizontally, sending a single, powerful strike at the young man in yellow, its blade aura howling as it cut through the space between them. + +The young man in yellow blinked, momentarily startled by Max’s sudden display of strength. But then, his lips curled into a cold smile. "It seems you do have some tricks up your sleeve," he said. With a flick of his wrist, golden light surged from his body, and a golden saber manifested in his palm, gleaming with a divine metallic luster. He swung it sharply, meeting Max’s strike head-on. + +Clang! + +A sharp metallic echo rang out, reverberating across the area as saber and sword collided. A shockwave erupted outward, causing loose stones and dust to rise from the ground. The sword energy spiraled into the air, clashing with the saber energy and scattering into countless dazzling sparks. + +For a moment, the entire area within a hundred feet was filled with interwoven blades of energy, creating a chaotic storm of sharpness that crackled like lightning in a storm cloud. + +Max’s pupils shrank slightly in surprise. "A saber class user?" he muttered, realizing his opponent’s skill was no mere coincidence. + +The young man smirked coldly. "Max, let’s find out which is superior—your sword or my blade." His aura erupted violently, golden light wrapping around him like a living flame as he lunged forward, brandishing his saber in a blur. + +Horizontal cuts, vertical chops, and spinning sweeps descended one after another, forming towering pillars of golden blade energy. They were all basic moves. + +Both of them were using only basic moves to fight each other. Max didn’t want to antagonize the Obsidian Order while young man from the Obsidian Order only wanted to test Max’s strength. + +But as time passed after each clash, it became highly observable as to who had the upper hand. + +The young man’s saber strikes were strong and sharp. Each strike crashed down with the weight of a mountain, hammering against Max’s defense and forcing the Blue Dragon Sword to clash violently again and again. + +For a moment, Max found himself pushed back, step by step, his blade ringing continuously under the relentless assault. The air trembled with each impact, shockwaves rippling outward and shaking the trees, stones, and even the ground beneath their feet. + +The young man’s eyes were filled with disdain as he pressed the attack. "Is this the reason you’re so arrogant? This strength... it’s nothing special!" he mocked, his voice sharp and scornful. Then, pouring even more power into his saber, he unleashed a particularly vicious strike that slammed against Max’s guard, forcing him back several paces in rapid succession. + +Blake and the other two watched in horror as their friend was pushed to the edge. "Max, leave quickly!" they shouted, their faces pale and desperate. + +But Max only laughed, his grip tightening around the Blue Dragon Sword. "Don’t worry," he said, grinning even as the golden saber bore down on him again. "He can’t hurt me." + +"Arrogant." The young man in yellow seethed, his face dark with fury as he prepared to lunge forward. But before he could take even a step, a sharp and piercing sound filled the air—swords whistling, their song echoing from every direction like an unending storm. + +His eyes darted around in alarm as countless sword shadows materialized out of thin air, dense and towering, descending upon him like an unstoppable tide. Each shadow carried killing intent so sharp it seemed to slice through the air itself. + +His expression twisted in disbelief. "Level two sword concept?" The words left his mouth in shock, almost as if he couldn’t believe what his own senses were telling him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-928.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-928.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fd97cc8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-928.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 922: Not Worth it" +slug: "ch-928" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 928 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1054 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +This... this couldn’t be possible. Max was clearly only at the peak of Master Rank, yet he had already comprehended something even he, a 7th-level Legend Rank expert, hadn’t grasped. The weight of this realization sank into his chest, gnawing at his pride and stirring a suffocating sense of envy and jealousy that made his teeth clench.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +"Hateful..." he muttered bitterly, his hands tightening on his golden saber. He roared and swung with all his strength, unleashing a terrifying golden sword energy that extended hundreds of feet, shining with an almost blinding brilliance. + +The sheer force behind it caused ripples to spread in the void, tearing apart the very air as it raced forward to meet the incoming tide of sword shadows. + +Boom! + +The collision was deafening, a violent burst of energy erupting as sword and saber concepts clashed, shaking the ground beneath them and creating a storm of destructive wind currents. Hundreds of sword shadows collapsed instantly, shredded by the golden saber energy. + +Yet, even as it appeared he had resisted, the tide did not stop. Max’s sword intent surged even fiercer, overwhelming and refined, slicing through the remnants of the golden saber energy with a shrill, slicing whistle. + +"Swish!" + +The golden energy shattered, and the force of the backlash sent the yellow-shirted youth hurtling back a hundred feet, his boots carving deep marks into the ground as he struggled to stabilize his stance. He looked up at Max with a mixture of anger and humiliation, his eyes filled with resentment. + +"Max... I didn’t expect you to have actually comprehended the second level of sword concept. No wonder you dared to meddle in this matter," he spat bitterly. + +Max stood calmly, the Blue Dragon Sword gleaming in his hand, its edge still humming with the residual energy of his strike. His face betrayed no arrogance, only cold determination. + +"These members of the Eternal Sun Guild are under my protection," he said evenly, his tone calm yet resolute. "If you know what’s good for you, leave now, before things get worse." + +Those words struck Blake and the other Eternal Sun Guild members like a hammer to their hearts, leaving them momentarily speechless. They had expected Max to fight for his own sake, not theirs, and this gesture filled them with deep respect and gratitude. + +The yellow-shirted youth wiped the corner of his mouth and sneered. "Fine. We’ll leave," he said coldly, before pausing and adding with an ominous tone, "but I hope you won’t regret it." + +His lips curled into a cruel smile as he continued, "I’ve heard that Kyle and Arnold from the Thunder Monarch Hall are already looking for you. The Void Soul Tower wants your head for killing Nell. The Mountain Gods Valley is searching everywhere for you. And now..." he gestured to himself, "you’ve offended the Obsidian Order. Tell me, Max, do you really think you have any chance of leaving this secret domain alive?" + +The words fell like thunder, freezing the air for a moment. The Eternal Sun Guild youths stared at Max in shock, their faces paling. Even Blake and his companions were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had never imagined Max had made so many powerful enemies at once. + +Yet, amid the tension, Max’s expression remained unchanged. His face was calm, his eyes as steady and sharp as his sword. + +"Let’s go." + +The young man in yellow shot Max one last glare, his eyes sharp and cold, filled with an unspoken promise of vengeance. The sneer on his lips seemed to say you’re already dead. Without sparing another word, he turned and strode away, the members of the Obsidian Order following closely behind him, their faces dark and sullen as they disappeared from sight. + +"Brother Max, thank you so much!" + +Blake, Lucy, and Jordan rushed forward immediately, their faces filled with gratitude. They bowed slightly and thanked him one after another, their voices carrying genuine relief. Max simply nodded, his calm expression unchanged, though inside, he was glad they were safe. + +Blake then turned enthusiastically to a young man standing a little farther back. The man wore a star-patterned robe that carried a sense of authority. "Peter, this is Max. You should know him," Blake said with a proud smile, expecting a friendly response. + +Senior Peter, however, only gave a wry smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’ve heard of Brother Max’s great name for a long time," he said. "Seeing him today, I can say his reputation is truly well-deserved." His words were polite, but his tone carried an indifference that Max instantly noticed. Though Peter’s lips curved upward, there was no warmth in his gaze—it felt like he was smiling out of courtesy, not sincerity. + +Max frowned slightly in his heart, feeling an odd tension in the air, but before he could respond, Peter suddenly added, "Brother Max, we still have to rush to meet up with our fellow brothers in our force, so we’ll take our leave first." + +"Peter?" Blake’s eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard by how abrupt and distant Peter was being. Lucy and Jordan also looked confused. + +Before any of them could question it further, Peter’s face hardened into a cold expression. "Blake, this is Senior Brother Coby’s intention. Do you still want to resist?" His voice carried a sharp edge now, filled with authority. Then he continued coldly, "And don’t forget, if it weren’t for your nonsense earlier, those people wouldn’t have gotten angry. If they had called for reinforcements, you wouldn’t have been so lucky this time." + +Blake opened his mouth, stunned, but no words came out. His face stiffened as the weight of Peter’s accusation sank in. + +"Let’s go." + +Peter waved his hand curtly, turning and leaving without so much as a glance back, his steps quick and decisive. + +Blake and the others stood there awkwardly for a moment before turning toward Max, their faces showing guilt and embarrassment. "Brother Max, I’m sorry... we have to leave first," Blake said, his tone apologetic. + +"Go ahead," Max replied casually, waving his hand as if it didn’t matter, though inwardly he felt a strong sense of disgust toward Peter. ’I saved them out of good intentions, and yet he shows no gratitude at all, even tries to put blame on them. Truly not worth it.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-929.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-929.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..37e64c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-929.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 923: Peter’s Cautiousness" +slug: "ch-929" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 929 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1055 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Then, Brother Max, please take care of yourself," Blake said softly. Lucy and Jordan nodded in agreement before quickly running after Peter, their figures disappearing into the distance. + +Unexpectedly, just as they caught up, Peter’s cold voice could be heard clearly. "Blake, from now on, the three of you should stay away from Max." + +Blake immediately stopped in his tracks, spinning toward him with anger written on his face. "Why?" he demanded, his tone rising. + +"Yes, it was Max who helped us just now!" Jordan added, confusion in his voice. + +Lucy didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes carried the same question, silently demanding an explanation. + +"Helped us? Did he help us? He’s causing trouble for us!" Peter snapped angrily, his tone sharp and filled with accusation. His eyes swept over Blake, Lucy, and Jordan as though they were naïve children. "Don’t you know who he is? Max isn’t just some random person. He’s the target of three major forces inside this secret domain. Thunder Monarch Hall is looking for him, the Void Soul Tower is after him because he killed one of their own, and even Mountain Gods Valley wants him dead. What do you think will happen if those people find out you’re close to him? They won’t hesitate to attack you too. You’ll be dragged down into his mess without a chance to escape." + +Peter, who had remained calm until now, stepped in with an earnest expression, his voice carrying a tone that pretended to be for their benefit but still felt cold. "And now he’s offended the Obsidian Order as well. On top of that, Luna—the daughter of the mysterious master of the Obsidian Order—has openly said she wants to deal with him. If you stay with him, you’ll be painting a target on your own backs. I’m doing this for your own good, brothers. Keep your distance if you value your lives." + +Blake frowned deeply, his heart conflicted, and muttered, "But..." + +Peter immediately cut him off, his face hardening. "No. There’s nothing more to say. You must do as I say. If you have a problem with it, go speak to Senior Brother Coby yourself. If he agrees, then I won’t object—but until then, this is final." + +Blake, Lucy, and Jordan all exchanged glances. Their expressions were heavy with guilt and hesitation, their shoulders sinking slightly as if a great weight had settled on them. They couldn’t refute Peter’s words, and yet the bitterness in their eyes showed they didn’t agree either. + +Max had saved them, risked himself for them, and now they were being told to abandon him. It felt wrong, but none of them dared to argue further. + +Max, floating silently a short distance away, heard everything with ease. His Three Dimensional Body allowed him to perceive even the faintest sounds in the area, so their conversation was as clear to him as if they had been standing right beside him. + +Yet, his expression didn’t change. He didn’t feel anger or disappointment—only calm indifference. ’I saved them because Princess Lyra asked me to,’ he thought, shaking his head slightly. ’Their choices have nothing to do with me.’ + +Without saying a word, Max turned and flew into the distance, his figure becoming a streak of light against the sky. + +Soon, the towering mountains of the secret domain gave way to a colossal valley—the Falling Dust Valley. Nestled deep within the most inaccessible part of the secret domain, it was a place known for its sheer size, stretching over a hundred miles from end to end. + +Towering stone cliffs framed the valley, while lush, vibrant vegetation grew wildly within, covering the ground in green and gold. Ancient trees twisted toward the heavens, and jagged rocks jutted out like fangs from the earth. The air here was heavy with spiritual energy so dense it seemed to hum faintly, giving the valley an almost sacred atmosphere. + +Falling Dust Valley was famed for another reason—it was rich with spiritual herbs and medicinal plants that grew in abundance thanks to the valley’s unique environment. Max moved quietly through the underbrush, his senses scanning carefully. + +Within a short period, he found no fewer than ten fifth-grade spiritual medicines, each radiating a powerful medicinal fragrance. Among them, his sharp eyes caught sight of a single sixth-grade spiritual herb, its petals glowing faintly with an ethereal blue light. + +He collected them all, carefully storing them away. These herbs would fetch a fortune in the Middle Domain, their rarity making them highly sought after by alchemists and experts alike. For Max, however, they were more than just valuable resources—they were stepping stones. His current goal was to raise his strength as fast as possible, pushing toward the Divine Rank, and these herbs were crucial to that advancement. + +Of course, such an undertaking wouldn’t be possible without Little Rat. The small companion’s extraordinary sense for herbs and treasures had already saved Max countless hours, guiding him effortlessly to the most valuable finds in the valley. + +"Boom!" + +A deafening sound echoed through the valley as Max stopped in his tracks. From deep within the Falling Dust Valley, a surge of cold smoke erupted, spreading like a wave and blanketing the surrounding area. + +The temperature plummeted instantly, frost rapidly forming on rocks, grass, and even the air itself as a biting chill swept outward like an invisible storm. + +Max’s eyes sharpened, a glint flashing within them. ’Such a strong ice attribute power...’ he thought, feeling the sheer density of elemental energy carried within the smoke. He immediately suppressed his aura, careful not to alert whatever was causing this phenomenon, and moved forward with quiet, deliberate steps, blending into the environment like a shadow.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +Following the icy trail, Max eventually reached the source—a towering mountain, nearly a hundred feet high, its surface enshrouded in a thick veil of chilling mist. The entire mountainside exuded an unnatural cold, far beyond what the season or the region could produce naturally. + +The closer he got, the sharper the temperature drop became, each breath of air feeling like inhaling ice shards. The once-green flora that covered the slopes was now encased in crystalline frost, the weight of ice bending branches until they cracked and fell soundlessly. + +Even the ground crunched beneath his boots, hardened and frozen as if winter had claimed this place alone. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-93.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-93.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9e3cbb7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-93.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 93: Chaos in the Central City - 4" +slug: "ch-93" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 93 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1308 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max turned his attention toward the Dracovore and observed the red, glowing core near its maw. ’It’s still charging.’ + +Noticing that the creature was still charging its attack, Max decided to prepare for his own. + +He used the Magic Sword Barrage skill, and a hundred blue glowing swords appeared around him, each emanating a deadly aura. + +But this wasn’t what he wanted. + +Max glanced at the hundred swords glowing with a bluish hue and muttered, "Combine." + +As if responding to an unspoken command, the swords began to move. One by one, they merged, each blade attaching seamlessly to another as though drawn together by an invisible force. + +The glowing swords began to combine with each other in perfect synchronization, their blue light intensifying with every fusion. + +With each passing moment, the number of swords began to dwindle as they merged. Each fusion reduced their count but amplified their power, making the fused sword stronger than the previous ones. + +The process continued for a few seconds until it was finally complete. + +What remained before him was no longer a collection of hundred swords, but a single massive sword, the size of his body, pulsating with a radiant blue glow. + +"This isn’t enough," Max muttered as he used the Magic Sword Bullets skill. + +Immediately, another hundred swords appeared before him, but this time, each sword was only the size of his palm, glowing with blue light. + +However, once again, the same thing happened. + +The hundreds of small swords surged toward the massive bluish sword, as if drawn by an invisible force. One by one, they seamlessly attached themselves to its surface, their glow merging with the larger blade’s radiance. + +The process was smooth and fluid, each sword locking into place as though it belonged there, the synchronization almost hypnotic. + +It all happened in mere moments, far quicker than the last time. With each sword that joined, the colossal weapon grew larger, its aura more overwhelming. + +By the time the final sword melded into the blade, its size had nearly doubled, towering over Max and emanating a fearsome energy that seemed to ripple through the air, shaking the very ground beneath him. + +"Once more," Max muttered as a hundred small blue glowing dots appeared around him after using the Magic Bullets skill. + +Like the last two times, the hundreds of blue glowing dots swarmed toward the massive sword, moving with an almost hive-like precision. They surrounded the blade, their light intensifying as they converged. + +One by one, they attached themselves to the sword’s surface, their glow merging seamlessly into the weapon. + +The process happened swiftly, as though the sword eagerly absorbed the energy being offered to it. + +By the end, the colossal blade pulsed with newfound power, enough to make Max focus his entire attention on it. + +"It’s very strong, but this is still not enough." Max muttered, a crazed expression appearing on his face. + +Without hesitation, he added Sword Aura into it, causing an additional layer of blue glow to appear on the long sword, increasing its sharpness even further. + +But he wasn’t satisfied with that and added Flame Aura as well. + +A red glow appeared on the edges of the long sword before it spread throughout, causing it to glow alternatively between red and blue. + +"This is good, but I think I can handle one more thing." Max muttered, after checking his surroundings, and added black flames to the sword. + +The purple-glowing long sword soon blazed with black flames, causing the energy behind the blade to reach such a level that it began to tremble in the air. + +The long sword, now full of black flames, floated quietly in the air before him. + +"This is peak!" Max muttered, his face overwhelmed with fascination. + +With that, he turned his attention to the Dracovore, which had also fully charged its red pulsating core. "Die." + +With those words, Max made his move. + +The long blade, blazing with black flames, tore through the air with such speed that it was invisible to the naked eye, streaking like a flash of black light. + +In an instant, it appeared before the Dracovore, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. + +The blade pierced through the Dracovore’s head, obliterating it completely before carving through its body and severing it cleanly in two. + +Both halves of the creature lay scorched, their ends engulfed in black flames, with its entire interior reduced to nothingness by the sword’s devastating power. + +"Damn! What the hell is the attack power?!" Max exclaimed, astonished by the sheer force of his attack. It didn’t just kill the Dracovore—it obliterated it completely. + +"A level 5 Adept Rank monster killed just like that," Max muttered in astonishment, his eyes glancing at the long blade stabbed into the ground, still radiating with power. + +With one swift motion, the blade flew back and appeared in front of Max. + +’Its aura has decreased a lot, but it hasn’t diminished completely. Not yet.’ He inspected the blade, glancing at the remains of the Dracovore. ’I guess I overdid it.’ He smiled excitedly. + +With a flick of his hand, the long blade disintegrated into nothingness, and Max made his way to the remains of the Dracovore. + +"General Gale mentioned the Dracovore contains the legendary bloodline of a dragon," Max muttered, his eyes flashing as black flames appeared in his palms. + +Without much thought, he slammed his fist, full of black flames, into the ground. This caused the black flames to spread to every part of the Dracovore’s remains, including its blood. + +"Devour." + +Max activated the ability of his black flames. + +The black flames consumed every trace of energy from the Dracovore’s remains—its blood, mana, and even its bones—funneling all of it into his body, leaving behind nothing but a hollowed corpse, utterly drained and devoid of life. + +On the other hand, Max felt a surge of overwhelming power coursing through his body, each fragment of the Dracovore’s essence amplifying his strength and vitality. + +The energy fused with him seamlessly, invigorating every fiber of his being and pushing his limits further than ever before. + +[Physique increased by +5] + +[Soul increased by +3] + +[Energy increased by +3] + +[Draconic Essence increased by +5] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 2 of Apprentice Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to Level 3 of Apprentice Rank.] + +A bunch of notifications quickly appeared before his eyes, leaving Max surprised. + +He hadn’t expected to level up anytime soon, and leveling up twice at once really took him by surprise. + +The increase in his basic stats, though also unexpected, was welcomed joyfully by Max, while he had hoped for getting some Draconic Essence from the Dracovore when he decided to devour it. + +"It seems I can find Draconic Essence in those monsters who possess a dragon bloodline," Max muttered, musing as he glanced at the hollowed corpse of the Dracovore. ’I devoured everything from it.’ He thought grimly. + +Having understood the power of his black flames, he grimaced lightly. ’No wonder they call it the way of the evil.’ + +"Alright, let’s leave this area," Max muttered as he floated up and flew off in the direction where he had seen red flames puffed into a mushroom cloud-like explosion. + +But as he took off, he noticed several hunters fighting desperately against many monsters some distance away. He paused, seeing they were losing the battle. + +Max used his Magic Sword Bullets skill a few times, killing all the monsters in that area before continuing his flight toward his destination. + +However, it was only then that he saw the true scale of the dungeon break. No matter where his eyes went, all he saw was battle, chaos, smoke rising, flames burning, and the corpses of hunters and monsters scattered alike in what appeared to be an apocalyptic city. + +It was a horrifying sight to behold. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-930.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-930.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..207b34f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-930.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 924: Someone from the Four God Nation" +slug: "ch-930" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 930 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1167 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Something about the mountain was off. There were no beast tracks, no ambient calls of monsters that should have roamed such a resource-rich area. It was silent—too silent—and that silence only deepened the sense of danger. Yet, the cold smoke and powerful ice attribute energy all originated here, and Max wasn’t about to leave without uncovering its source. + +"Buzz..." + +A sudden pulse of even stronger cold erupted from the mountain, sweeping across the valley like an arctic storm. Grass and trees in its path froze solid in an instant, turning into brittle statues of ice. + +Max reacted immediately, channeling the power of his fire element through his body, forming a thin layer of black flames to protect himself from the overwhelming chill. With each step forward, he carefully scaled the mountain, his body wrapped in faint red flames that sizzled as they came into contact with the icy mist. + +After several tense minutes of climbing, the dense jungle ahead gave way to a wide open space, several hundred feet in radius. It was like stepping into another world—the ground was bare and coated in slick ice, the boulders all frosted over, and the air itself felt sharp enough to cut skin. + +At the center of this clearing lay a pool, no more than ten feet across, its water unnaturally still and radiating a chilling aura that froze everything within its immediate range. From this cold pond, the mist poured out in ceaseless waves, its temperature so frigid that even the rocks nearby were cracked with frost lines. + +Just as Max approached, the pond stirred violently. + +"Quack..." + +The sound, strange and guttural, echoed eerily through the clearing, its tone carrying an unmistakable hint of power. Before Max could fully react, the surface of the cold pond exploded, sending shards of ice and freezing water into the air. + +From the surge leapt a massive white shadow, easily ten feet in length, its movements deceptively graceful despite its size. + +Max’s eyes locked onto it, his pupils narrowing. The creature landed heavily on the icy surface, and its appearance was now fully visible. It was shaped like a toad, but its body was entirely snow-white, sleek yet muscular, and glistened like sculpted ice under the pale light. + +Its eyes were a piercing silver-white, glowing faintly as a visible chill radiated from its body. Frost formed wherever it stepped, and the temperature dropped even lower just from its presence alone. + +"Ice Toad?" Max muttered in surprise, instantly recognizing the beast. This wasn’t just any spirit beast—it was one of the rarest and most dangerous ice-type creatures, rarely seen even in extreme northern regions. Its core alone was known to be an invaluable treasure for ice attribute experts. + +What shocked him even more was the power it exuded. Its aura was solid, refined, and suffocating—it had the strength of a 6th level Legend Rank beast. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly; even among top-tier beasts, this level of raw strength combined with its inherent ice abilities made it notoriously difficult to deal with. Peak Legend Rank experts often avoided provoking one because its frost attacks could freeze opponents’ energy flow, crippling them mid-battle. + +"You are Max?" + +The sudden voice made Max turn sharply. Standing before him was a woman dressed entirely in white, her long white hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of snow. She looked to be in her early twenties, her face exquisitely beautiful, the kind of beauty that could make people pause involuntarily.𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎 + +Yet what made Max frown was not her beauty but the feeling she gave him—an overwhelming sense of danger that prickled at his instincts. Her aura was strong, refined, and carried a sharp edge, one that could only belong to someone at the peak of the Legend Rank. + +"You don’t seem worthy enough for Little Sister Alice." Her voice was calm yet laced with open disdain, her clear eyes sweeping over Max as though assessing a piece of flawed merchandise. + +Max raised an eyebrow, momentarily stunned. "You know Alice? Are you someone from the Four God Nation?" His tone carried faint surprise, his mind quickly rushing with various thoughts. + +"I wonder what Little Sister Alice sees in you." The woman’s lips curved slightly in what might have been a smirk, but there was no warmth in her expression, only cold arrogance. "Peak of Master Rank... this bit of strength isn’t enough to survive in the secret domain. How did you make it this far?" + +Max inhaled deeply, letting her words pass without an immediate reaction. He steadied himself, his expression growing calm and firm. "I have my own means." Then, without warning, he released his full power, revealing all four of his comprehended concepts—sword, flame, lightning, and space—each one at level two. + +The space around him vibrated violently, currents of power intertwining as raw energy distorted the air itself. The ground trembled faintly, small cracks appearing under the pressure of his aura. + +"What...? Four different concepts at level two? How is this even possible?" For the first time, the white-haired woman lost her composure, her proud demeanor faltering. + +As a princess of the White Tiger Nation, one of the Four God Nations, her knowledge was extensive. She understood exactly what it meant to grasp even two concepts at level two, let alone four. And yet here stood Max, not even beyond the Master Rank, showing something that shouldn’t even exist. ’What a monster...’ she thought, unable to suppress her shock. + +Max’s voice was calm, but there was a sharp undertone as he said, "You should know that all those before you who saw me unleash all four concepts... ended up dead." + +Her eyes narrowed dangerously, her earlier shock giving way to irritation. "Are you threatening me?" + +Max shook his head slowly, his expression steady. "No. On the contrary, I’m showing you that I trust you enough to reveal my full strength without fear." + +A flicker of realization crossed the woman’s face, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him. "Are you doing this because you want me to tell you about Alice? About how she’s doing?" Her voice carried a hint of understanding now, her sharp tone softening just slightly. + +Max nodded. "From your tone, it sounds like you don’t have a bad relationship with Alice." + +"Indeed," she said, her lips forming a small, genuine smile for the first time. "Alice is like my little sister. She’s spoken about you more than once." + +The woman’s eyes softened momentarily, but then returned to their usual cold sharpness. "But if you want me to tell you about Alice... then you’ll have to help me with something first." + +Max’s brows furrowed. "What is it?" + +"Come, follow me." The white-haired woman didn’t elaborate, simply turning gracefully and flying deeper into the icy region, her white figure blending with the snowy mist around them. + +Max hesitated only for a heartbeat, then took off after her, his form slicing through the frigid air as he followed her deeper into the mysterious ice domain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-931.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-931.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c83453 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-931.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 925: News About Freya" +slug: "ch-931" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 931 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1116 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The white-haired woman led Max deeper and deeper into the frozen expanse of the ice region, her pace swift and confident as if she had walked this path a hundred times. Along the way, Max learned her name and identity—Sophia Whiteclaw, princess of the White Tiger Nation, one of the revered Four God Nations. + +Her demeanor made more sense now: her strength, her noble bearing, and the calm confidence she exuded even in the midst of this perilous region. + +As they flew, she explained her purpose for being here. She was searching for a seventh-grade treasure known as the Ten Thousand Years Frozen Lotus, a plant of unimaginable rarity and power. + +"I need it to impact the Mythic Realm," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of determination and fatigue. "I’ve been trying to break through for ten years... and without this treasure, it might take even longer." + +Max, surprised by her words, turned his head slightly. "It’s that difficult to enter the Mythic Rank?" + +Sophia smiled bitterly, the expression softening her otherwise composed and regal face. "You’ll understand when you reach the peak of the Legend Rank. Between the peak of Legend Rank and Mythic Rank, there’s a massive chasm—one that no skill, technique, or talent can bypass. It can only be filled by endless amounts of energy and foundation. Only when that chasm is finally full does the Divine Path Lotus appear, and along with it, Heaven’s Wraith to test your qualification. Few succeed. Most fail." + +Max listened quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Inside, however, there was a growing sense of urgency. ’If it’s that difficult... I need to push my strength higher as soon as possible,’ he thought, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword subconsciously. + +Then something clicked in his mind, and he asked almost without thinking, "Have you ever heard of someone named Freya?" + +The reaction was immediate. Sophia halted mid-flight and turned sharply toward him, her eyes wide, her voice sharp as she snapped, "Where did you hear that name?" + +Max blinked at her sudden intensity and instinctively leaned back a little. "I overheard some conversations between the leaders of the seven major forces," he explained cautiously. "They mentioned her name, but not much else." + +Sophia stared at him for a long moment, her silver-white eyes piercing, before finally speaking again. "You shouldn’t say her name so casually in public," she said, her tone solemn now. + +"Why?" Max asked, his curiosity deepening. + +"Because the person named Freya... she is beyond the scope of the Middle Domain," Sophia said gravely. "It’s said she was last seen alongside Lucien, the greatest genius this world has ever produced. And as for her strength..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "there are rumors that she has already surpassed what we call the Divine Rank in this world. Nobody truly knows what her current cultivation is, or even her goals." + +She glanced away, as if the weight of her words was too heavy to linger on. "The last I heard, both Lucien and Freya were still within the Middle Domain, about a year ago. They’re too mysterious—untouchable. Even the Obsidian Order, even our Four God Nations, couldn’t keep tabs on them. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t seek them out carelessly." + +"Oh." Max nodded calmly, his face showing little emotion, but inside he was shaken to the core. Lucien... and Freya... together? He had never pieced it together before, never even considered the possibility. + +’Lucien knew about my sister... He knows my sister!’ The thought echoed inside his mind like thunder. For a moment, he felt an odd mix of disbelief and clarity. But then, calming himself, he began to think it through logically. + +Lucien was said to be the strongest human alive, a figure that stood unrivaled on the entire planet. His sister Freya, by all accounts, possessed a strength at least comparable, if not beyond that. Two of the strongest beings on the planet knowing one another—it wasn’t far-fetched at all. In fact, it made perfect sense. + +She was seen just a year ago... that means she’s still on Acaris. She hasn’t left yet.’ His thoughts sharpened as he clenched his fist slightly. ’I have to find her as soon as possible.’ + +"What? Why are you in such deep thought?" Sophia’s voice broke him from his reverie. She was glancing at him curiously, her brow slightly raised at his sudden solemn demeanor. + +Max exhaled slowly and shook his head. "I was just wondering... what it takes for someone to become the strongest. How does someone reach that level? To stand at the top of everything?" + +Sophia smiled faintly at his words, her eyes holding a trace of admiration as she spoke. "Lucien? He’s from the Obsidian Order. He was raised there. It’s said that from the day he was born until he became the strongest at just ten years old, there were thousands of assassination attempts on his life—Nulls, Vesper, assassins of every kind—but not a single one succeeded. He survived them all." + +She paused for a moment, her tone softening. "Because of him, you’re living in the so-called peace of the Middle Domain right now. Even though there are occasional skirmishes with Nulls, and battles still rage in some corners, the Vesper themselves don’t dare to openly appear. The existence of Lucien alone keeps the Nulls and even the Ascendants from launching an all-out war against humans." + +Max frowned, his mind churning at the implications of her words. "If he’s that strong... then why doesn’t he just exterminate all the Nulls and Ascendants completely? Wouldn’t that end all of this? Wouldn’t it be easier than constantly fighting them whenever they start another war?" + +Sophia shook her head slowly, her expression thoughtful yet slightly troubled. "That... I don’t know," she admitted. "I asked my father the same question once, and all he said was, ’Some things aren’t as simple as they seem.’ I think... there are truths behind these wars and balances that we don’t understand yet. Things that even people like me, or you, or most others, aren’t allowed to know." + +Max nodded slightly, but inwardly he knew this all linked back to one man—Mark. The one behind both the Nulls and the Ascendants, the one who had caused endless chaos across the world. + +’What’s the use of being the strongest if you can’t even kill the most evil being in existence?’ Max scoffed silently, his lips curling faintly in disdain. ’If I had that kind of power, I wouldn’t hesitate—I’d go straight for Mark and end him forever.’ His hands clenched unconsciously at the thought, the quiet resolve within him burning hotter. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-932.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-932.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f9c4502 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-932.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 926: A Glimpse of Heaven’s Wraith" +slug: "ch-932" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 932 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +At that moment, their flight stopped as Sophia landed, and Max followed her gaze forward. Before them was a cave mouth carved into the icy mountain. Frost hung from its edges like jagged fangs, and a dense chill spilled out of its depths, proof of the treasure hidden within. + +But standing guard before it, coiled in a deceptively relaxed state, was a massive serpent. Its entire body was covered in long, gleaming white scales that shimmered like polished ice under the pale light, and its size alone was intimidating—easily stretching over thirty feet long, with a thickness comparable to the trunk of an ancient tree. Even in its sleep, its presence radiated danger. + +"The Ten Thousand Years Frozen Lotus is inside that cave," Sophia said, pointing toward the entrance, her voice calm but serious. "But that snake is the problem. Its strength is at the peak of Legend Rank. If it senses anyone near its lair, it will rush straight back inside, making it impossible to retrieve the lotus." + +Max tilted his head slightly. "Why not just kill it first, then enter the cave?" + +Sophia shook her head, her face solemn. "I tried that already. But this snake... it’s terrifyingly powerful. With all this ice energy supporting it, its strength is so amplified that it’s practically touching the Mythic Rank. Even I can’t take it down quickly. And if I can’t finish it fast, it will destroy the cave before anyone reaches the lotus." + +Max studied her for a moment before a small smile tugged at his lips. "So, you want me to keep it busy while you go inside and grab your lotus?" + +Sophia nodded once, completely straightforward. "Exactly." + +Max chuckled and raised a brow. "You’ve got a lot of faith in me. Or should I say, in my strength? You really believe I can hold off a peak Legend Rank beast?" + +Sophia shook her head lightly, her expression steady. "I don’t know your full strength yet, not really. But anyone who’s mastered four different concepts at level two... they don’t die easily. And right now, I’m betting on that." + +Max blinked at her blunt honesty, momentarily stunned, before shaking his head with a small smirk. "Fine. I’m confident enough to keep it busy for a while—but not indefinitely. So, when I engage it, you head straight inside. Don’t waste a second." + +Sophia’s eyes flashed with resolve as she nodded. "Understood." + +Max didn’t waste another breath. His figure blurred as he landed heavily on the icy ground near the serpent, his boots crunching against the frozen surface. His voice rang out loud and clear in the silent valley: "You little dipshit! Come and bite me!" + +The taunt worked instantly. The serpent’s massive head shot up, its silver eyes locking onto him, slits narrowing dangerously. A sharp hiss escaped its mouth, steam-like frost spilling from between its fangs as its enormous body uncoiled. With a powerful push, it surged toward him like a flash of white lightning, the ground trembling from its sheer weight and speed. + +Max drew his sword in one smooth motion, the Blue Dragon Sword gleaming brilliantly as he unleashed his full power. Four concepts—sword, flame, lightning, and space—all at level two, burst out around him, intertwining into a terrifying aura that warped the very air, causing nearby frost to melt and refreeze almost instantly. His clothes fluttered wildly under the pressure of his energy, his figure emanating an unstoppable sharpness. + +Seeing this, Sophia didn’t hesitate. She used the opportunity as the serpent’s attention focused entirely on Max, her figure flashing like a streak of white light as she darted toward the cave entrance and disappeared inside. + +Max glanced toward the cave entrance and noticed that Sophia was gone, already deep inside retrieving the Ten Thousand Years Frozen Lotus. He exhaled softly, then activated his Three Dimensional Body, his perception extending outward like invisible ripples through space. + +Within moments, he confirmed what he hoped to hear—no other beasts lurked nearby, no hidden threats waiting to strike. The only enemy present was the enormous white-scaled serpent he was currently facing. + +"Good," Max said with a calm smile. His body shifted slightly, and with a single smooth motion, he swung the Blue Dragon Sword, unleashing all four of his level two concepts—sword, flame, lightning, and space—woven together into a single devastating strike. + +The energy rippled out like a storm breaking its restraints, slamming into the serpent’s massive body with a deafening boom. The beast was hurled backward violently, crashing into the frozen ground with enough force to leave cracks spiderwebbing across the ice. + +But Max wasn’t done. His eyes gleamed with sharp determination as he murmured, "I’ll kill it in one move." Slowly, he withdrew all the concepts except one, allowing only the lightning concept to remain. Yet, it was no ordinary lightning concept anymore. + +As his energy shifted and condensed, the normally bright and wild arcs of electricity around him deepened, turning into a dark, ominous blood-red hue. The power howled as if alive, resonating with an ancient ferocity that made even the air tremble. + +Scarlet bolts of lightning burst forth from his body, coiling and snapping like enraged dragons. Max’s clothes whipped in the violent currents as his skin prickled under the terrifying surge of energy now coursing through him. + +"Heaven’s Wraith... my first time using it," he said quietly, feeling his body roaring with power beyond anything he had ever touched before. It wasn’t just lightning anymore—it was destruction incarnate, infused with a wrath that felt divine.𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 + +His grip tightened on the Blue Dragon Sword as he raised it high above his head. The red lightning rushed to the blade, consuming it entirely, until it looked less like metal and more like a pillar of thunderous fury. He exhaled once, focused his will, and swung down with all his might. + +The sky itself seemed to shudder. A rumble echoed through the valley, followed by the crackling roar of thunder amplified a hundredfold. The ground shook violently as the sword strike descended like judgment from above. + +The serpent tried to twist away, its icy scales glowing as it summoned its own elemental defenses, but it was too late. The red lightning ripped through everything, slicing through the beast’s head and body with an earth-splitting sound. In the next instant, the white-scaled serpent collapsed, split cleanly into two halves, lifeless steam rising from the still-crackling wound. + +Max lowered his sword, breathing slightly heavier as the last arcs of blood-red lightning flickered and then faded from his body. He stared at the bisected serpent for a moment, almost in disbelief. "A peak Legend Rank beast... killed just like that," he muttered under his breath. His eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the lingering remnants of crimson lightning. "This might be my strongest inheritance so far." + +But then the weight of his attack settled in. His limbs felt heavier, and he could feel how much energy had been consumed in unleashing Heaven’s Wraith. Nearly all of his mana reserves were drained, leaving his core aching slightly. + +Still, his lips curved into a faint smirk. "If I were already in the Champion Rank or the Legend Rank, I could use Heaven’s Wraith without worrying about running dry." The thought burned into his mind, strengthening his resolve to push his strength higher, faster. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-933.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-933.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49e1ab4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-933.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 927: Another Ice Serpent" +slug: "ch-933" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 933 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1028 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After killing the ice serpent outside, Max lifted his hand and summoned black flames that burst forth like a living entity. They spread rapidly over the serpent’s bisected corpse, hissing as they devoured flesh, scales, and bones alike. + +The flames twisted unnaturally, moving as though alive and hungry, consuming the body from tail to head. "Devour," Max commanded coldly, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority. + +The black flames roared louder in response, their heat paradoxically giving off a strange chill as the devouring process intensified. In moments, the massive corpse of the peak Legend Rank serpent was reduced entirely to ash, scattered lightly by the wind that whistled through the icy region. + +Max lowered his hand, the flames retracting back into nothingness as though they had never been there. He shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. "A pity it didn’t have any draconic essence," he muttered. That would have been a treasure beyond measure.𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 + +Sitting down on a frost-covered boulder nearby, he allowed his body to rest and his energy to recover. The exertion from using Heaven’s Wraith still lingered, a dull ache echoing through his limbs and mana veins. + +He closed his eyes and focused on steadying his breathing, waiting patiently for Sophia to return with the Ten Thousand Years Frozen Lotus. + +Hours passed in silence, broken only by the occasional creak of shifting ice in the distance. Then suddenly, sharp sounds of battle echoed faintly from deep within the cave—metallic impacts and explosive bursts of elemental energy. + +Max’s eyes snapped open instantly, his expression sharpening. "Is she in some trouble?" he wondered aloud. He hesitated only for a brief moment before pushing off from the boulder. ’If she’s in danger, I can’t just sit here.’ + +Without wasting another second, Max dashed into the cave. The temperature inside was even more frigid than outside; an oppressive chill clung to every surface, frost forming thick layers on the walls and floor. + +Each breath felt like inhaling shards of ice, but Max’s black flames flickered faintly over his skin, forming a protective barrier that kept the cold at bay. His steps were silent but quick, echoing softly through the vast ice tunnel as he followed the sounds of battle deeper. + +It didn’t take long before the tunnel opened up into a large chamber, where he froze for a moment in surprise. "Another ice serpent?" he murmured, eyes narrowing. + +n the center of the chamber, Sophia was locked in a fierce battle with an almost identical serpent to the one he had just slain outside. ’So there were two... one guarding outside and one guarding inside all along.’ + +Sophia fought with incredible focus, her movements sharp and precise, her white robes whipping around her as waves of cold energy radiated from her strikes. From what Max could see, they were evenly matched, both at the peak of their respective strengths. + +He folded his arms and leaned against the icy wall, observing silently for the moment. ’I’ll step in only if it looks like she’s losing,’ he thought, allowing her to handle her own battle. + +He quickly noticed that Sophia wasn’t using any weapons. Instead, her hands and arms channeled powerful ice energy with every movement, and Max could clearly feel the distinct aura of a second-level concept of ice in each attack she unleashed. + +She thrust her palms forward, sending razor-sharp ice spikes hurtling toward the serpent one after another. Each spike whistled through the air with lethal speed, aimed at the serpent’s joints, eyes, and vulnerable underbelly. + +The serpent, despite its massive size, moved with surprising agility. It weaved through the barrage of spikes, its body twisting in a zigzag pattern, while using its massive tail to shatter or deflect those it couldn’t avoid. The icy air around them roared as their clash continued, energy waves bursting outward with every impact. + +Then Sophia’s eyes narrowed slightly, her hands coming together in a sharp clap. Immediately, five translucent ice cubes materialized in the air around her, spinning rapidly as if infused with their own consciousness. + +They glowed faintly with runes etched into their surfaces, resonating with her ice concept. She pointed directly at the serpent, and the five cubes shot forward at astonishing speed, encircling the beast in midair before locking into an orbit around it. + +The serpent hissed angrily, sensing danger, but for the first time, its movements slowed slightly as the cubes began emitting waves of freezing energy, tightening like a net around its body. + +Max’s eyes brightened slightly in interest. ’This is her special technique... sealing cubes?’ He stayed where he was, curious to see how she would finish this fight. + +In an instant, the five ice cubes surrounding the serpent glowed with an intense icy brilliance. From each cube, razor-sharp streams of ice energy burst out, striking the serpent from all directions like spears launched by invisible warriors. + +The serpent thrashed and hissed, its massive tail smashing into the ground in an attempt to break free, but the freezing power slowed its movements. It could no longer move with the same speed it had shown earlier, and as Sophia’s hands danced gracefully through the air, the cubes kept shifting, attacking from every angle, leaving the serpent with no room to dodge. + +No matter how tough the creature’s scales were, the relentless assault gradually wore it down. Deep gashes began to appear along its body, its silver-white scales cracking and shattering under the concentrated attacks. + +Its icy breath faltered, and with each passing second, its roars grew weaker. In the end, overwhelmed and unable to withstand the continuous damage, the serpent gave one last desperate hiss before collapsing, its body stiffening as life left its eyes. + +"Nice attack!" Max said, stepping closer to the now-lifeless serpent, his eyes scanning the massive corpse with curiosity. He glanced at Sophia, who stood in a composed stance, her breathing calm despite the intensity of her battle. + +Sophia frowned slightly, turning her cold gaze on him. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Although she had sensed his presence earlier, she hadn’t addressed it during the fight, focusing entirely on her opponent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-934.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-934.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cc28992 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-934.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 928: Four God Nation Conference" +slug: "ch-934" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 934 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1010 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max shrugged lightly, his expression casual. "I heard the sounds of battle and came to check inside." His gaze shifted to the five ice cubes still orbiting the serpent’s corpse, faintly glowing with residual energy. + +The technique intrigued him; its precision and destructive power were remarkable. ’If only I dabbled in ice... this would have been worth experimenting with,’ he thought inwardly. + +"What about the ice serpent outside the cave?" Sophia asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. + +"Taken care of," Max said calmly, his tone casual as if dealing with a peak Legend Rank beast was routine for him. + +Sophia’s expression sharpened. "Taken care of? You don’t mean... you killed it?" she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. + +Max turned his head toward her, flashing a faint smile. "I did kill it." + +For a moment, Sophia stared at him in silence, her mind trying to process what she had just heard. The ice serpent outside was at the peak of Legend Rank, a guardian beast whose strength she had personally acknowledged as being near Mythic level within the icy terrain. + +For her, even holding it back for long was difficult. Yet Max, an expert at the peak of Master Rank, not only held it back but killed it outright. That wasn’t just impressive—it was absurd, bordering on impossible. + +Her eyes softened slightly as she whispered, almost to herself, "You... must be a Star Grade genius..." + +Max blinked, taken aback by the unfamiliar term. "A Star Grade genius?" he repeated, curious. + +Sophia nodded, her expression regaining its usual calm but her voice carrying a trace of respect. "Yes. Above Heaven Grade geniuses, there exists a classification known only to the highest echelons of the Middle Domain—the Star Grade geniuses. This grade is rarely used and only recognized by the top leaders of the strongest forces. So far, only two people have ever been officially confirmed as Star Grade geniuses. And now..." + +She looked at Max, studying him from head to toe as if reassessing everything she thought she knew about him. "...I’m starting to think you may be the third." + +"Only two?" Max narrowed his eyes, already guessing who they might be, though he still asked out loud, "Who are these two?" + +"Lucien and Freya," Sophia replied without hesitation. "Their rise to the top of Acaris was far too fast, too extraordinary, making them the first officially recognized Star Grade geniuses. They were simply unmatched in their respective eras, and even now, no one else has reached that standard... at least until I met you." + +Her gaze lingered on Max, her eyes gleaming as if she had just discovered a priceless treasure. "If I’m not wrong, you might also be a Star Grade genius. To possess such overwhelming combat power while still only at the peak of Master Rank... your potential isn’t far behind Lucien and Freya." + +"Oh?" Max raised a brow, interest flickering in his eyes at this so-called classification. "And how exactly is someone determined to be a Star Grade genius?" + +Sophia smiled faintly. "There are no fixed conditions for this grade. It’s a classification reserved for the rare few who stand so far above even Heaven Grade geniuses that they can’t be measured by the usual standards. Lucien and Freya were the perfect examples—geniuses whose talent and growth far eclipsed everyone else. Even Heaven Grade geniuses can, at best, display combat power equivalent to five levels above their realm. But you? You’re already displaying twenty levels of combat power. There’s simply no comparison between you and Heaven Grade geniuses." + +Max nodded, understanding the concept now. He didn’t particularly care about such titles or rankings, but there was a quiet satisfaction in knowing his potential was acknowledged to be on the same level as his sister’s. Freya... we’re on the same path after all, he thought, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. + +Then his expression turned serious as he said, "Can you not tell anyone about this?" He had no desire to suddenly become a spectacle or a target because of some genius classification he hadn’t even asked for. + +Sophia tilted her head and smiled slightly. "I can keep your secret, but you’ll have to come with me to the Four God Nation." + +Max frowned slightly. "And for what exactly?" + +Sophia stepped closer, her tone calm but persuasive. "Don’t you want to know what’s going on with Alice? Don’t you want to see her again? If you come with me to the Four God Nation, I promise you’ll not only see Alice but also learn about her situation in full detail." + +Max crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her. "If you tell me specifically what it is you truly want from me, then I might consider following you. Otherwise, forget it. I have other ways to get into the Four God Nation." + +Sophia sighed, glancing away for a moment as though weighing her options, before finally speaking honestly. "Every five years, there’s a conference held for the geniuses of the Four God Nation. I want you to represent the White Tiger Nation at this conference." + +"It’s that simple?" Max asked, his tone carrying clear suspicion as he narrowed his eyes at Sophia. + +Sophia only smiled, her expression calm and confident. "It’s that simple. You just have to represent my White Tiger Nation alongside its other geniuses in the conference. That’s all. So..." her gaze fixed on him, sharp yet expectant, "...what do you think?" + +Max fell silent for a moment, weighing her words carefully. The offer itself seemed harmless, but he knew nothing in this world was truly simple. Still, the benefits were clear. He would get a chance to enter the Four God Nation openly, meet Alice, and perhaps learn more about her situation. + +Finally, he nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll go to the Four God Nation with you." There was no hesitation in his tone anymore. The opportunity to meet Alice alone was worth it, and representing the White Tiger Nation would only add to his growing experience. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-935.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-935.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9dcd1f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-935.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 929: A month of constant treasure hunting" +slug: "ch-935" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 935 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1133 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Sophia’s smile widened slightly, a glint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. + +"When are we leaving for the Four God Nation?" Max asked suddenly, already planning ahead in his mind. + +"Half a year from now," Sophia replied without pause. "The conference won’t begin until then. But be prepared, Max. There will be geniuses participating who are already in the Mythic Rank. This isn’t an ordinary gathering of youths—it’s one of the grandest events of our world." + +She paused for a moment before continuing, her tone carrying weight. "And a year after that will be the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament. People in the Middle Domain treat the Divine Mandate as if it’s the pinnacle of competition, but compared to the Four God Nation Genius Conference, it’s nothing. If you can stand out in the conference, if you can defeat some of the Mythic Rank geniuses there... then winning the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament next year would be all but guaranteed." + +She concluded, "The basic requirements for the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament are simple: participants must be under fifty years of age, and their cultivation cannot exceed the peak of the Legend Rank. But don’t let that fool you—many of the top participants fight on par with Mythic Rank experts. That is the true level you’ll be facing." + +Max remained silent for a long moment, mulling over her words. ’Half a year to prepare... Mythic Rank geniuses... and then the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament.’ His eyes sharpened slightly as he thought about his current combat ability. + +He was already fighting on equal ground with peak Legend Rank experts, and when he advanced to Champion Rank, his strength would only grow more terrifying. Defeating Mythic Rank geniuses wouldn’t be impossible—difficult, yes, but far from out of reach. + +’With this... the promise I made to Lyra is already halfway fulfilled,’ Max thought, a faint smile appearing on his face. He had promised Lyra he would stand above all in the Divine Mandate Grand Tournament, and now, thanks to Sophia’s offer, his path toward that goal seemed clearer than ever. With his strength growing at the pace it was, victory didn’t just feel possible—it felt inevitable. + +"Let’s go out. I already have the Ten Thousand Years Frozen Lotus," Sophia said, her tone calm but carrying an undertone of satisfaction. + +Max nodded silently, his expression unreadable, and together they walked out of the frozen cave. The air outside felt warmer in comparison, though still biting cold from the lingering icy aura of the now-dead serpent. The faint traces of their battle still lingered in the area, cracked ice and frozen debris scattered around like silent reminders of their struggle. + +"Half a year later, I will come for you to attend the conference," Sophia said, stopping midair and turning to look at him one last time. Her eyes were serious, focused, as if she wanted to engrave this moment in her mind. + +Max nodded. "I’ll wait for you then. Oh, and by the way, I’m from the Great Ruler Empire. If you can’t find me, I’ll probably be there." + +A faint smile tugged at Sophia’s lips. "Nobody in this world can hide from the eyes of the Four God Nation," she said, her voice laced with subtle pride. With that, she rose higher into the sky, white energy rippling beneath her feet as she turned into a streak of light and flew away, her voice trailing behind her. "See you in half a year." + +Max watched her figure disappear into the clouds before shaking his head slightly. "Half a year..." he muttered, then turned back toward the cave. There was still one more thing left to do. + +Inside, the corpse of the serpent still lay on the icy ground. Max raised his hand, and black flames erupted once again, swallowing the massive body in an instant. "Devour," he commanded, his voice low but steady. + +The flames hissed and roared hungrily, stripping flesh and bone until all that remained was a scattering of ash. + +"There’s still about a month before the secret domain closes," Max murmured, calculating the remaining time in his mind. "I should use it to explore the rest of the core region and see what else this place is hiding." + +Without wasting another moment, he stepped out of the cave and shot into the sky, heading deeper into the heart of the secret domain. + +--- + +A month passed swiftly. + +Now, Max stood on the peak of a mountain at the very center of the secret domain, his figure steady and commanding as he gazed down at the scene unfolding below him. The wind howled around him, whipping his clothes and hair, but his expression was calm, almost cold. + +During this month, he had unleashed his full power without restraint, devouring countless beasts and monsters and even eliminating numerous geniuses from Thunder Monarch Hall, Mountain Gods Valley, and Void Soul Tower who came for killing him. + +He had not stopped at that; his hunt for treasures had been just as ruthless, and now his spatial storage brimmed with hundreds of spiritual treasures, each taken from the deepest and most dangerous parts of the secret domain. + +Below the mountain peak, thousands of figures filled the sky, hovering in tense formation. Almost all the geniuses who had explored the secret domain over the past month had gathered here at the central mountain, a traditional meeting place before the secret domain closed. But this time, it was far from peaceful. + +Their eyes were all on Max, filled with hostility, anger, and fear. + +"Max, you’ve killed so many geniuses from Thunder Monarch Hall, Void Soul Tower, and Mountain Gods Valley... just surrender yourself, and maybe you’ll be spared!" one shouted, his voice shaking but loud enough to echo through the valley. + +"You killed so many of our friends! Do you think you can walk out of here alive? You’re destined to die once we leave the secret domain!" another yelled, his face twisted with fury. + +"How can you be so cruel? You slaughtered nearly all the geniuses of our three forces. You’re worse than those demons we came here to fight!" a third voice added, spitting venom with every word. + +"Dead! You’re already dead!" someone screamed from the back. "The moment we leave this place, you won’t even have time to run. When our elders hear about this, even your Great Ruler Empire will pay the price!" + +"Surrender yourself now! That way, maybe your empire might be spared. Otherwise, even the force behind you will suffer because of your actions!" + +Dozens shouted at once, their voices mixing into a wave of anger and killing intent that shook the air. Their eyes burned with hatred as they stared at Max, some clutching their weapons tighter, others summoning their energy as if ready to attack. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-936.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-936.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e9cfc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-936.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 930: Seraphina’s Worries" +slug: "ch-936" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 936 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max looked down at the crowd of angry geniuses and sneered silently, the corner of his lips curling in cold amusement. He could see through this situation with ease—it was nothing more than Arnold’s scheme. + +Arnold had been pulling strings from the shadows since the very beginning, and now this angry mob was the result. True, Max had killed many geniuses from Thunder Monarch Hall, Void Soul Tower, and Mountain Gods Valley over the past month, but he hadn’t done so out of malice. + +Every single one of them had come for his life, driven by Arnold’s manipulations and promises. And Max’s code was simple—if someone wanted to kill him, then he would kill them first. There was nothing wrong with it. It was survival, pure and simple. + +Still, despite all his kills, one name had eluded him—Arnold himself. That man hid deep, never revealing himself directly, always working from the shadows. For an entire month, Max hadn’t been able to find him. + +Only now, at this final gathering of all geniuses at the central mountain peak, did Max finally lay eyes on him standing within the crowd. + +"Max, surrender yourself; otherwise, you will be killed by the elders of our three forces," a voice called out sharply. Kyle, the strongest three-star genius of Thunder Monarch Hall, floated out of the crowd and stopped in front of Max, his expression cold and arrogant as he confronted him directly. + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly before a sneer formed on his lips. "You’re Kyle, right? The strongest three-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall?" he said, his tone laced with mockery. "You don’t look like it." + +Before Kyle could respond, two more figures emerged, both exuding powerful auras that instantly intensified the tension in the air. One was Tron William of the Void Soul Tower, his eyes blazing with fury, and the other was Agatha Stark of the Mountain Gods Valley, her killing intent palpable. + +Max’s smile widened, showing teeth now, sharp and fearless. "I didn’t want to kill anymore," he said casually, as though discussing the weather, "especially since we’re about to leave the secret domain. But it seems you all want me to keep killing." + +As he finished speaking, power erupted from him like a tidal wave. His level 2 sword concept and level 2 flame concept burst forth, roaring into the air and intertwining around his body like twin dragons. + +The winds screamed as the violent aura he unleashed swept through the mountain peak, pushing back loose stones and shaking the very ground beneath their feet. + +"Humph, you’re too arrogant if you think you can stand against all three of us," Kyle sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. Even as he spoke, he couldn’t fully hide the faint tension in his eyes. He knew Max was strong—after all, Max had killed countless elites who were supposed to overwhelm him—but Kyle still refused to believe Max could withstand three peak Legend Rank experts at once. + +Tron William’s face twisted with fury as he stepped forward. He had lost more than anyone to Max’s rampage—one of their Heaven Grade geniuses had fallen to Max early before the secret domain opened, and since then, countless Void Soul Tower disciples had been killed one after another in this secret domain. + +Tron even regretted letting their elders push for Max’s elimination, but now it was too late. The orders had been given, the blood had been spilled, and pride demanded vengeance. + +Agatha Stark said nothing, but her aura flared like a storm, the oppressive weight of her killing intent locking onto Max with suffocating sharpness. + +The air grew heavier, filled with violent energy, as all eyes focused on the four figures at the center—Max, Kyle, Tron, and Agatha. War was moments away from breaking out. + +Among the countless geniuses gathered around the mountain peak stood the members of the Great Ruler Empire. They all looked worried for Max. Even though they knew nothing about Max, simply because Max was a part of the Great Ruler Empire, they felt worried about him. + +However, it was a pity they weren’t allowed to interfere at this moment. + +"I think we should at least stall for Max. The secret domain will close any moment now—it would be best if we can at least buy some time for him until then," Seraphina said, her expression visibly tense, worry lacing her voice. + +She had been recruited personally by Princess Lyra, just like Max, and because of that connection, she felt a sense of responsibility for his safety. Her fists were clenched tightly as she watched the scene unfolding at the mountain peak, anxiety evident in her eyes. + +"You don’t understand, Sera." Alaric’s tone was calm, even slightly amused as he smiled faintly at her reaction. "It’s not that I don’t want to help him. We, as members of the Great Ruler Empire, are more united than any other force. But charging in to help Max right now would only create unnecessary trouble for him." + +He paused, his gaze steady as he looked at the group of hostile geniuses facing Max. "I’ve spoken with some geniuses from the Eternal Sun Empire recently. Do you know what they told me? They said Max saved their lives, and they were so grateful they went out of their way to thank me. And from their description, I learned something important—Max is already capable of handling opponents at the 7th level of Legend Rank with ease." + +Alaric folded his arms and gave Seraphina a knowing look. "Even though our strength has reached the 10th level of Legend Rank now, there’s still a clear gap between us and the likes of Kyle, Tron, and Agatha. That trio aren’t ordinary geniuses—they’re the sharpest blades of their respective forces in the 3-star department. If we interfere now, we’ll only end up being obstacles to Max, not help." + +"I see, but still—" Seraphina began, unwilling to let go of her concern, but Alaric cut her off with a calm gesture of his hand. + +"Just watch and see how this unfolds, Sera. From how confident Max appears to be right now, I don’t believe those three will be able to do much to him," Alaric said with quiet certainty, his eyes never leaving Max’s figure. + +Seraphina bit her lip, frustration mixing with hesitation, but she eventually fell silent. All they could do now was watch... and wait. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-937.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-937.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c5a5a24 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-937.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 931: Killing Arnold" +slug: "ch-937" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 937 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1037 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s eyes narrowed, a cold gleam flashing within them as he stared at Kyle, Tron, and Agatha. He sneered, his expression carrying utter disdain, but his attention wasn’t truly on them. His Three Dimensional Body had already spread its perception through the entire crowd below, mapping every movement, every life force, every breath. And then he felt it—the presence he had been hunting for a month—Arnold. + +’No matter where you hide, I will find you,’ Max thought, his killing intent rising sharply like an unsheathed sword.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +In the next instant, his body simply vanished, leaving behind only the faint distortion of air and a single afterimage. + +"No!" a shrill voice cried out from somewhere within the crowd. + +Every single person turned their heads at once, their eyes widening in shock. Max now stood among them, one hand gripping Arnold’s neck with unrelenting force, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. + +The image was surreal: one moment Max was calmly standing atop the mountain peak, and in the next, he had crossed hundreds of feet to seize his target before anyone could even blink. + +"You! Let go of Arnold!" Kyle roared in fury, his voice echoing in the air like thunder. His aura flared wildly, but even so, he hesitated to rush forward. + +Tron and Agatha were no less shocked, their eyes trembling as they processed what just happened. Max had stood in front of them only a breath ago, yet they couldn’t even perceive how he moved, let alone stop him. It was like being slapped in the face; they had come here to kill Max, yet he had just humiliated them before everyone by snatching one of their own. + +Arnold struggled, clawing at Max’s iron-like grip as his feet dangled helplessly above the ground. His voice cracked and choked as he forced out words, "You...! You can’t kill me...!" + +"And why is that?" Max’s tone was cold, his eyes sharp like twin blades. "Aren’t you the one who put a bounty on my head? Aren’t you the one who spread false rumors, instigating everyone in this secret domain to come after me? Aren’t you the one responsible for this whole mess? Aren’t you the one who caused the deaths of everyone who attacked me because of your lies?" + +Each word was like a hammer blow, his voice carrying enough force to suppress the murmurs of the gathered geniuses. Arnold’s face drained of color, his lips trembling, his body shaking in Max’s grasp. + +"Don’t... slander me..." Arnold croaked out, but the weakness of his voice and the panic in his eyes only made his defense hollow. + +"Slander?" Max’s lips curled into a cold smile as he turned to look at the countless geniuses gathered at the foot of the mountain. + +His voice boomed, resonating with authority and anger. "Tell me, what would you do if hundreds of people came after your life? Would you just stand there and offer your neck? Would you let them kill you without lifting a hand? Of course not! And that’s exactly what happened with me." + +He raised Arnold even higher, his arm extended, displaying him like a captured criminal for all to see. "This man put a bounty on me! You all know the promises he made for my head—the riches, the treasures, the glory he promised anyone who killed me. Even now, some of you are itching to try. But how did that turn out? Those who came for my head... are all dead by my hand. I had no choice! Either I killed them, or they killed me—all because of Arnold!" + +Max’s gaze swept across the crowd, cold and commanding, and then returned to Arnold, who hung limply in his grasp, too terrified to resist. His next words carried an icy finality: "And Arnold, being responsible for all of this... how should he be dealt with?" + +Everyone held their breath. While it was true that most of them had once hungered for Max’s head, driven by the extravagant promises Arnold had made and the bounty placed upon him, that greed now felt hollow. + +Those who had acted on that greed had paid with their lives, cut down by the very man who now stood holding Arnold like a lifeless doll. That reality sank deep into their hearts, chilling them to their bones. Max wasn’t just strong; he was terrifying—a predator who struck back without hesitation when hunted. + +As for Arnold, no one spoke for him. The silence was deafening. They had followed his schemes, his bounty, his lies. Now they couldn’t even find words to defend him. + +Max’s eyes swept across the silent crowd, his gaze sharp and unforgiving, before he spoke with a calmness that only made his words more terrifying. "The answer is very simple. Eye for an eye. Blood for blood. Since Arnold wanted to kill me... I shall kill him. It’s that simple." + +"No! You can’t kill—" Arnold shouted desperately, his eyes wide with panic, but Max’s grip tightened on his neck. A strangled sound escaped Arnold as his voice was cut off, his face turning pale as fear overtook him completely. + +Max looked around once more, his expression cold yet oddly regretful. "I’ve explained everything to you, exposed Arnold for what he is. If he hadn’t come after me, if he hadn’t incited all of you to hunt me down, would any of those people be dead? No. I am not the cruel one here. I was forced to survive. I only did what anyone would do when their life was on the line." He shook his head slowly, almost pitying the man he was about to kill. + +"Max, if you dare kill him, I swear you won’t live to see the outside world!" Kyle shouted furiously, his killing intent exploding into the air. + +Max turned his head toward Kyle, a crazed smile spreading across his face. "Watch me." + +With one swift motion, Max’s hand clenched tight, and the sound of bones snapping echoed in the tense silence. Arnold’s eyes bulged as blood spurted from his mouth, and then his body went limp. Max released his grip, letting Arnold’s corpse fall unceremoniously to the ground with a heavy thud, crimson staining the icy stones below. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-938.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-938.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f45edb7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-938.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 932: Leaving the Secret Domain" +slug: "ch-938" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 938 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1059 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You...! Die!" Kyle roared, his eyes bloodshot with rage as he thrust his palm forward. From high in the air, a giant palm of blazing purple lightning materialized, crashing down toward Max like the wrath of a vengeful god. + +"Hahaha!" Max’s laughter boomed as he faced the attack head-on, raising the Blue Dragon Sword in a single smooth motion. ’Sky Shattering Sword Art – First Form – Unyielding Sword!’ He met the descending lightning palm with nothing but the tip of his sword, his stance unwavering. + +The impact was instantaneous and catastrophic. + +Bang! + +The massive purple lightning palm shattered into countless fragments, disintegrating under the power of Max’s sword strike. Bolts of wild lightning scattered in all directions, striking the mountainside and even grazing some of the stunned geniuses gathered below. + +The smell of ozone filled the air as arcs of electricity danced chaotically across the rocks. + +"You will die here for sure!" Kyle bellowed, his entire body bursting into a storm of purple lightning. His power surged to its absolute peak as he roared, "Lightning God’s Descent!" + +Above him, an enormous figure of pure lightning manifested—a towering humanoid form crackling with destructive energy. Its presence warped the air and sent violent shockwaves across the mountaintop. But before it could fully descend, the ground beneath everyone’s feet trembled violently. + +Rumble! + +The entire secret domain suddenly began to shake uncontrollably. The ground cracked, the air shuddered, and even the sky above distorted as if about to collapse. The overwhelming power of Kyle’s technique was completely overshadowed by the mysterious, earth-shattering force erupting all around them. + +"Kyle, stop it!" A sharp, commanding voice echoed through the chaotic atmosphere, cutting through the rumbling of the shaking secret domain. A figure stepped forward from the crowd—a young man with light blue hair, calm and composed, his presence carrying an unmistakable authority. + +His voice was steady, yet urgent, as he spoke again, "Your strength is disrupting the secret domain. This is the very center of the domain, where its laws are the weakest. It can’t handle Mythic Rank power, and your current power-up is already touching that threshold." + +He was a genius from the Hunter Association, one who had been observing the entire sequence of events silently until now. He had received explicit instructions from the president of the Hunter Association to observe Max’s situation without interfering, to act only as a silent witness to whatever unfolded. + +Yet right now, he no longer cared about those instructions. If the secret domain collapsed under the strain of Kyle’s power-up, they wouldn’t be observing anything anymore—they would all be swallowed by the collapsing space, thrown into the deadly void, or worse, torn apart on the spot. + +Kyle froze, his expression twitching as he too sensed the instability in the environment caused by his overwhelming surge of lightning power. He clenched his fists, frustration flashing across his face, but he knew the blue-haired genius was right. + +"Damn!" he spat through clenched teeth, forcing himself to calm his aura and withdraw the massive lightning figure looming above him. The trembling in the air began to subside slowly, though the oppressive tension in the atmosphere lingered. + +"You’re lucky... for now," Kyle said finally, his voice cold, his gaze fixed on Max like a predator marking its prey. "When we leave this secret domain, that will be the time of your death." + +Max sneered, completely unfazed. "Whatever," he replied simply, his tone dripping with indifference. In a blur of movement, he appeared back at the peak of the mountain, sitting down cross-legged as if nothing had happened, as though he hadn’t just killed Arnold in front of everyone and fought off Kyle’s wrath. + +His Three Dimensional Body surged outward once again, scanning every presence in the area, mapping their positions and energy signatures in intricate detail. Yet despite his meticulous search, one presence he sought most was still absent. + +"She’s not here," Max muttered under his breath, frowning slightly. For the past month, aside from killing monsters and harvesting treasures, he had been searching for Lenavira. He was certain she had entered the secret domain, but he hadn’t encountered her even once. + +The one thing that worried him the most was her affiliation—she had joined forces with the members of the Void Soul Tower, and worse, she might not even recognize him anymore. + +’I’ll look into her later,’ Max thought, pushing away his concerns for now. He refocused, waiting patiently for the secret domain to open. + +Minutes later, the space around them trembled violently, the familiar sensation of shifting dimensions sweeping through their bodies. In the blink of an eye, the scenery around them changed completely—the cold mountainous terrain of the secret domain melted away, replaced by the open skies above the hills and forests of the outside world. + +"I’m back," Max muttered, his eyes scanning his new surroundings. + +"Max! Come and die!" A loud shout erupted the moment they reappeared outside, and before Max could even turn his head, a colossal lightning fist roared toward him from the distance, cutting through the air like a meteor about to obliterate everything in its path. + +Max smiled faintly as the massive lightning fist tore through the air toward him, but before he could even counter the attack, a majestic figure descended between him and the incoming strike. Emperor Hermes appeared, his presence radiating overwhelming authority, and with just a casual wave of his hand, the colossal lightning fist dispersed instantly, vanishing into harmless sparks that dissolved into the wind. + +"Master, that Max killed almost half the members of the Thunder Monarch Hall, Void Soul Tower, and Mountain Gods Valley—along with countless others who entered the secret domain!" Kyle shouted in rage, flying forward and pointing an accusatory finger at Max. His voice trembled with anger, but there was also a hint of desperation in his tone.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +"Yeah, he slaughtered so many of us inside the secret domain!" another shouted, echoing Kyle’s words. + +"He’s a monster! He killed Arnold in front of us without even blinking!" + +"He killed them all! Master, I beg you, punish him with death!" + +The members of Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower erupted with curses and accusations, their voices overlapping in a chaotic mix of rage and hatred. The grief over their fallen comrades and the humiliation they had suffered twisted their faces with venomous anger. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-939.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-939.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4e5f9e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-939.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 933: Anger of the two leaders" +slug: "ch-939" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 939 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The rest of the gathered geniuses and powerhouses, who floated silently in the air nearby, turned to look at Max with varied expressions—shock, curiosity, even fear. The scene inside the secret domain had already spread like wildfire among them: Max standing above piles of corpses, his name now associated with merciless slaughter. + +"Hermes," a cold, commanding voice cut through the noise. Thunder Lord, the master of Thunder Monarch Hall, stepped forward, his sharp eyes glaring directly at Emperor Hermes. His voice carried the weight of absolute authority and killing intent. "If you don’t hand over Max right now, don’t blame me for being ruthless." + +"Hermes, you heard them," Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower said, his voice no less chilling, his black robe fluttering as a dark, oppressive aura spread from his body. "Max slaughtered countless geniuses this time. He’s a menace that must be killed." + +Inwardly, Tower Lord seethed with unrestrained fury. The losses to the Void Soul Tower were catastrophic—elite talents they had nurtured for years, extinguished in the blink of an eye by Max’s blade. He could barely contain the urge to strike Max down himself. + +The same hatred radiated from the Thunder Monarch Hall; their own losses were equally devastating, their reputation damaged beyond repair unless Max’s blood was spilled as compensation. + +Emperor Hermes’ expression hardened, a rare solemnity crossing his face. He had anticipated conflict—after all, Max’s survival in the secret domain was sure to come at the cost of many—but he had not expected it to be this severe. The sheer scale of death surrounding Max shocked even him. Yet instead of deterring Hermes, it made him reassess Max entirely. + +If before he had intended to protect Max simply because he was a member of the Great Ruler Empire, now he wanted to protect him for another reason entirely—his terrifying talent. Max wasn’t just another genius; he was a force of nature, and Hermes could not allow such a potential powerhouse to be destroyed, not while standing under his watch. + +"Do you really want to cause war between three forces?" Thunder Lord said, his tone dripping with menace as dark purple lightning began to rumble around his body, twisting like serpents eager to strike. The air around him buzzed violently, charged with destructive energy. + +From the other side, Tower Lord’s aura flared, black insect-like manifestations crawling in a chaotic swarm around him, their eerie buzzing filling the air as he fixed his gaze on Hermes. "You can’t save him today. I will kill him with my own hands," Tower Lord declared coldly, his voice carrying unshakable resolve. + +The entire sky seemed to tremble under the oppressive pressure of these three legendary figures, and all eyes shifted to Emperor Hermes, waiting to see if he would protect Max... or step aside and let him die. + +Hermes frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on the two enraged powerhouses standing before him, their killing intent directed squarely at Max. He could see the sparks of violence on the verge of igniting into something far greater. + +His voice came out low and heavy, carrying the weight of authority. "You two should know better than anyone—whatever happens inside a secret domain, no one is ever held responsible." His words cut sharply through the tense silence, forcing many of the watching geniuses to glance at each other nervously. + +"That’s right," another voice joined in, calm yet firm. President William of the Hunter Association stepped forward, his very presence causing the chaotic energy in the air to settle slightly. + +His expression was composed but his words were filled with steel. "Frankly speaking, the two of you are overreacting far too much. We’ve encountered countless secret domains over the years, and yes, many young geniuses from major forces have perished within them. But never once has anyone been held accountable for those deaths. Today is no different. If someone dies in a secret domain, it’s simply because they were unable to protect themselves. That is the harsh reality we all accept when we enter." + +"President William, are you trying to interfere in this matter?" Thunder Lord snorted, his voice laced with anger, the rumbling purple lightning around his body still restless and eager to explode. + +President William’s smile was calm yet unwavering. "I don’t want to, but I have to. The Hunter Association exists to maintain peace in the Middle Domain, and what you two are doing right now is inviting war over something that, by all laws and precedents, should not even be questioned. That is something we cannot allow." + +His voice grew colder, sharper, carrying enough weight to silence even the murmurs in the crowd. "Moreover... for those who don’t know, Max is not just some lone genius. He is a Guest Elder of the Hunter Association. Killing him would mean making an enemy out of us, and I promise you, the wrath of the Hunter Association is not something you want to provoke." + +The announcement was like a thunderclap. Shock rippled through the crowd, murmurs breaking out among the watching geniuses and elders. A Guest Elder of the Hunter Association was no small thing; it was a position of immense respect and status, one often held by legendary figures or peak experts. + +They were given authority above even ordinary elders of the seven major forces, and most importantly, their lives were under the direct protection of the Hunter Association itself. The implication was clear—Max was untouchable unless one was willing to wage war with the Hunter Association itself. + +Thunder Lord and Tower Lord exchanged glances, their expressions tight with frustration and unwillingness. Max had caused their forces grievous losses inside the secret domain, and letting him walk away felt like swallowing poison. Yet, with the Hunter Association’s protection now publicly declared, and Emperor Hermes already standing before Max, shielding him, their options were limited. + +Even as they communicated through voice transmission, trying to figure out some alternative means to deal with Max later, a sudden loud shout interrupted everything. + +"Everyone, look above!" a voice from the crowd yelled, the panic in it enough to draw immediate attention. + +Heads turned skyward, and instantly, countless expressions darkened. The entire sky was changing, rapidly turning black as ominous clouds gathered at incredible speed from every direction, spiraling toward a single point high above their heads. Wind howled violently, pressure thickening as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-94.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-94.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c9b307 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-94.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 94: Chaos in the Central City - 5" +slug: "ch-94" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 94 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1219 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Max looked at the scene with a solemn expression on his face and turned his attention toward the Rune Tower. Looking back, he noticed that the area around that region seemed quiet and calm. + +"It seems the monsters haven’t reached that part yet," Max muttered, a bit worried about Alice. Though he knew that Lily’s grandfather had been with them when they went to eat, he couldn’t be sure he would still be with them after what had happened. + +’If my guess is correct, then he should have entered the dome as well,’ Max thought as he tapped his holowatch and contacted Alice to ask about her situation. + +But no reply came from her after a full three minutes passed. + +"Did something happen to them?" Max wondered, his expression full of worry. + +Boom! + +Just then, an explosion erupted far in the distance, and a mushroom cloud of brown flames bloomed into the air. + +"Another?" Max frowned upon seeing that. If he recalled, there had been another explosion just moments ago, and yet a fight was still ongoing there. + +He pondered for a moment before deciding to check it out. ’I’ll check it quickly before heading to meet with Alice,’ he thought as he took flight toward the direction of the brown clouds. + +--- + +Somewhere in the city, deep underground, under a several figures stood with dark expressions. In front of them stood three figures—one a monster, the other two surprisingly humans. + +The monster appeared to be humanoid in shape, with four arms, red skin, and the head of a tiger. A green goo-like substance stuck to its body around its arms and face, making it look hideous. + +As for the humans, they appeared to be no more than 22-23 years old. One was a young man with green hair, a crazy smile on his face, and the other was a woman with green hair who appeared very calm and composed. + +They wore black robes with a cloak that had a crown symbol on their backs. + +On the other side stood many hunters, several of whom Max was familiar with. Anton, Nash, and Allen were among them, but all three wore incredibly solemn expressions as they stared at the two young figures with green hair. + +Beside them stood a notable figure— a general with long brown hair and a well-built body. His presence exuded a terrifying aura, causing the very air to tremble. + +Just behind him stood a petite figure with blonde hair. Her expression was serious as she conversed with the two figures with green hair. + +Behind them stood several low-ranking hunters, with the corpses of many monsters and humans scattered around them. + +The situation was tense as the two groups engaged in a heated exchange of words. + +"Does the Monarch want to interfere now?" Allen asked, his tone annoyed. "Can’t you see we are busy here?" + +The green-haired lady calmly replied, "I came here just to play with my little brother and his toy." + +The young man beside her nodded in agreement. "Yeah, big sis and I came here to play," he said excitedly. + +Allen’s expression darkened. "Do you think the Prince Monarch will be happy if I end up killing some of his people?" + +The young lady’s expression turned cruel as she spoke. "You can try, but since this is our first time meeting, I must say that someone related to you three is going down." + +"What do you mean?!" Anton’s voice echoed with rage. + +The young lady smiled and turned to the young boy. "Little Billy, let’s start your play again. We’re heading into the second round." + +With those words, she waved her hands. Vines, as thick as a man’s arm, sprouted from the ground, moving toward Anton, Allen, Nash, and the others. + +Meanwhile, the monster with the tiger head also moved, its four arms trembling with excitement as it prepared to fight again. + +--- + +Max flew through many battlefields, clearing many monsters and helping numerous hunters along the way. Yet, he strangely couldn’t find the place where the brown flames had erupted earlier. + +He was sure he hadn’t diverged from his path, as he had chosen a tall building as a reference point. Yet, there were no signs of any hunters around this region. + +’Could I really have come to the wrong location?’ Max wondered, looking around. + +Just then, his Three Dimensional Body skill caught someone standing far behind him. + +Turning around, he saw a figure in a black cloak, standing in the air. A sword was strapped to their back, but Max couldn’t see him face. + +What he was sure of, however, was that the figure didn’t have good intentions. He could sense an overwhelmingly evil aura emanating from him. + +"You seem very weak on the surface, with level 3 of Apprentice Rank, but why do I have the urge to battle you so badly? And the way you are floating in the air in Apprentice Rank, you really made me curious about yourself." The cloaked figure said, their voice sounding amused. + +Max glanced at the figure and noticed their strength, causing his expression to turn incredibly serious. ’7th level of Adept Rank.’ + +"Who are you?" Max asked calmly. + +The cloaked figure replied, "Answer me first. Why do I have the urge to battle you so badly?" + +Max shrugged. "How would I know?" + +The figure fell silent for a moment before saying, "I only live to fight stronger opponents, but you, being so weak in Apprentice Rank, have awakened my battle instincts." + +With that, he drew his sword. "I’d love to know the answer." + +In the next instant, his figure disappeared, reappearing right before Max, his sword slashing at him. + +Max, ever cautious after sensing the figure’s strength at the 7th level of Adept Rank, reacted swiftly. + +Drawing his own sword, he slashed forward to meet the cloaked figure’s strike, channeling the power of 10 Draconic Essence. + +CLANG! + +Their swords collided with a resounding crash, sending shockwaves of wind and cascading sparks in all directions. For an instant, it seemed like a stalemate—both wielders evenly matched in strength. + +But that moment quickly passed, and Max found himself forced back to the ground. His feet slid across the concrete street, leaving deep grooves in the earth as he struggled to regain his footing. + +"Are you for real?" The cloaked figure’s eyes narrowed at the scene. This attack of his could easily kill early-level Adept Rank hunters, and yet someone at level 3 of Apprentice Rank had just taken his attack head-on. + +"You are indeed very strong, as expected." His expression turned wild as battle intent began to ooze from every inch of his body. + +Max, on the other hand, felt his hands go numb, and his sword still trembled from the impact of the enemy’s strike. ’He is too strong!’ He thought silently, his Three Dimensional Body skill on full alert. + +"What do you want?" He asked, clutching the grip of his sword tightly. + +The cloaked figure observed Max for a moment before responding, "I am Five, and my life’s greatest wish is to battle the strongest warriors of this world." + +Max’s expression turned strange. ’Damn, I encountered a madman!’ He cursed his luck and said, "Well, then you’ve got the wrong person. I am weaker than you, no matter how you look at it." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-940.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-940.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9bf9fdf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-940.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 934: Mysterious Leader of the Obsidian Order" +slug: "ch-940" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 940 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1254 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"What’s going on?" someone asked, their voice trembling slightly. + +"This... this couldn’t be the Wrath of the World, right?" another said, eyes wide, their face paling. + +"Seems like it... but who in their right mind would attempt to break through to Mythic Rank here, in such an unstable place and without proper preparation?" an elder muttered, his voice grim. + +The oppressive aura grew heavier, thunder rumbling within the gathering storm clouds, carrying a destructive energy that sent chills through even the most hardened warriors present. + +Whatever was happening above them was no ordinary phenomenon—and everyone instinctively felt that something far greater and more dangerous than their petty conflict was about to unfold. + +Looking at the thick black clouds churning ominously above their heads, everyone present came to the same terrifying conclusion—someone was attempting to level up to Mythic Rank. + +In this world, there were only two advancements that could provoke the dreaded descent of the Wraith of the World: the leap to Mythic Rank and the even rarer breakthrough to Divine Rank. Both events shook heaven and earth and invited punishment from the very laws of the world itself. + +But just as whispers of confusion began to ripple through the gathered experts, a massive golden lotus manifested in the sky. It was not yet in bloom, its petals tightly closed, forming a massive, elegant bud that radiated golden brilliance across the darkened sky. + +"Divine Path Lotus!" one elder exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling. "And... it’s still a bud? No petals at all? How is that even possible? A Divine Path Lotus like that belongs to someone advancing only to the Master Rank!" + +"And yet it triggered the Wraith of the World?" another expert shouted, his disbelief mirroring everyone else’s. "Who could possibly be such a monster to provoke this kind of reaction from heaven itself with a Master Rank advancement?" + +All eyes were locked on the golden lotus bud floating amidst the black storm clouds, curiosity and fear painting every expression. Who owned this Divine Path Lotus? Who could be powerful enough to cause this yet abnormal enough to have no petals bloomed? + +"It’s Max," President William said suddenly, his voice calm but edged with astonishment. His gaze was locked firmly on Max, who now shone with a radiant golden hue, his entire figure enveloped in dazzling divine light. + +The crowd turned instantly, their eyes landing on Max, who floated quietly in mid-air, seemingly unconcerned as all heaven and earth focused on him. Gasps filled the air. + +"How can he cause the Wraith of the World when he’s only leveling to Champion Rank?" Emperor Hermes said, his brow furrowed deeply as his gaze swept from Max to the unusual Divine Path Lotus. "And why hasn’t a single petal bloomed on his Divine Path Lotus?" + +A voice transmission reached his ears—Princess Lyra’s soft but solemn voice. "Father, when Max advanced to Master Rank, his Divine Path Lotus didn’t appear at all. This is the first time it has manifested." + +Emperor Hermes’ frown deepened further, a rare shadow crossing his normally steady face. There were unshakable rules to the paths of power: upon breaking through to Master Rank, one’s Divine Path Lotus would appear and bloom its first petals. + +Upon stepping into Mythic Rank, the heavens themselves would answer with the Wraith of the World. Yet Max had broken both conventions—his lotus had never appeared at Master Rank, and now, with just a step into Champion Rank, he was invoking heaven’s wrath. It was an anomaly that even someone of his experience could not fully comprehend. + +"Everyone, stay as far away from Max as possible!" President William’s commanding voice boomed, snapping everyone out of their stupor. + +In an instant, reality crashed back into focus, and every powerhouse present hurriedly retreated. Their bodies blurred into streaks of light as they fled backward, widening the distance until Max floated alone in the center, an empty three-kilometer radius forming around him. + +Max floated calmly, his golden aura intensifying as the black clouds swirled tighter above him, thunder rolling violently in response to his presence. He gazed upward at the massive golden lotus bud and the storm clouds brimming with destructive lightning. His lips curved slightly, and his eyes sharpened with resolve. + +’Wraith of the World? This time, I should be able to withstand it,’ he thought, locking his focus on the lotus and the oncoming storm, his entire body bracing for the judgment of heaven itself. + +"This is very interesting," the Palace Master of the Absolute Sword Palace muttered, his usually calm and composed expression betraying a spark of curiosity. + +In all his years of ruling one of the most formidable forces in the Middle Domain, he had never once heard of such abnormalities. The Divine Path Lotus appearing late, its petals completely closed, and yet triggering the Wraith of the World during what should have been a mere Champion Rank breakthrough—this was unprecedented. + +Even for someone who had witnessed countless experts ascend to power, this was something entirely new. He folded his arms and fixed his gaze on Max, eager to see how this would unfold. + +"Of course this is interesting," Guild Master Orion of the Eternal Sun Guild said with a laugh that carried equal parts amusement and respect. "Max possessed the combat strength of a Legend Rank expert while still at the Master Rank. Even Heaven Grade geniuses pale compared to him. If there’s ever a chance to witness the birth of another Star Grade genius in this era other than Lucien and Freya, I’d say this is it." + +"Star Grade genius?" Thunder Lord scoffed openly, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. His eyes narrowed, his face hard with disdain. "You think too much. Star Grade geniuses grow at a rate that defies logic itself. Both Lucien and Freya skyrocketed through the realms, their growth completely unreasonable. And this brat? He hasn’t even reached Champion Rank yet. Humph. Don’t throw the term ’Star Grade’ around so easily." + +But before anyone could respond, a cold yet oddly commanding voice echoed among them. "This is indeed interesting." + +A figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere, his presence so sudden and quiet it sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. He wore a distinctive tiger mask that obscured all but his piercing, predatory eyes, which glowed faintly beneath the mask. His aura was deep and oppressive, hinting at unimaginable strength tightly leashed under layers of control. + +"I sensed the aura of the Wraith of the World from afar," the masked man said, his voice like distant thunder rolling over a stormy sea. "And to think it was caused by a mere Master Rank kid... truly fascinating. We might very well be witnessing the rise of another Star Grade genius." + +The gathered powerhouses stiffened, eyes widening as recognition dawned on their faces. The man before them was none other than the mysterious leader of the Obsidian Order, a figure both feared and respected across the entire world—a being whose strength was rumored to be unmatched, shrouded in secrets and speculation. + +His sudden appearance made the air itself feel heavier, as though the heavens had descended just to listen to his judgment. + +Even Thunder Lord and Tower Lord, who had been fuming moments ago, instinctively restrained their auras, their expressions tightening with unease. The leader of the Obsidian Order rarely appeared in public, and his showing up here was proof that whatever Max was doing had transcended ordinary curiosity and reached a level that drew even the eyes of monsters. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-941.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-941.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e75b1f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-941.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 935: Wraith of the World" +slug: "ch-941" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 941 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1007 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With the sudden arrival of the masked leader of the Obsidian Order, the atmosphere grew even more intense and unpredictable. His presence alone shifted the balance of power—one man, veiled in mystery, whose strength and influence could rival the combined might of all major forces present. + +The tiger mask he wore was infamous, a symbol feared across the Middle Domain. No one had ever seen the face beneath, and yet everyone instantly recognized who he was. His appearance, like the calm before a storm, made even the most arrogant powerhouses hesitate to speak. + +"William, I see you’ve already discovered Max before the rest of us," the masked man said casually, his tone unreadable, eyes glinting from behind the mask as he observed the golden-hued figure in the distance.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +President William offered a small smile but shook his head honestly. "No, I didn’t discover him. A few months ago, Max appeared at the Hunter Association and participated in a battle against the Nulls. It was during that event I first caught a glimpse of his real potential." + +He paused, then turned slightly to face Emperor Hermes and added meaningfully, "But if you ask me who truly discovered Max’s value first... then the credit goes to the one who brought him into the Great Ruler Empire." + +All eyes turned to Hermes as the implication settled in. The emperor simply smiled, the pride in his expression unhidden. He didn’t speak, but the glint in his eyes spoke volumes—pride, satisfaction, and above all, acknowledgment of his daughter’s foresight. + +Over the years, Princess Lyra had recruited many geniuses for their empire, each carefully chosen for their potential, but Max had already begun to outshine them all. This was her masterpiece. + +Meanwhile, Thunder Lord and Tower Lord could only grind their teeth in silent frustration. First, they lost countless elites in the secret domain, then Max was revealed as a guest elder of the Hunter Association, and now even the enigmatic leader of the Obsidian Order had taken an interest in him. + +No matter how they looked at it, Max had become someone they could no longer easily touch. + +Princess Lyra stood silently, her gaze never shifting from the giant golden lotus bud still floating in the sky. ’Let’s see just how deep your potential runs,’ she thought to herself, eyes brimming with curiosity and something deeper—hope. + +Then, without warning, the lotus bud began to tremble. A golden pulse of energy rippled through the air like the beat of a heart. Everyone looked up as one of the tightly sealed petals bloomed open, its edges glowing with divine light, releasing a soft but majestic aura. + +"The first petal bloomed," someone whispered, voice filled with awe. + +"I wonder how many he’ll bloom in this first showing." + +"Even for a prodigy, it shouldn’t exceed nine petals. That’s the limit during the first appearance of the Divine Path Lotus." + +"Exactly. The rest only bloom during future breakthroughs to higher ranks. It takes time. Years, even decades." + +"But this Max... he’s not normal. Don’t forget, his Divine Path Lotus never appeared when he broke through to Master Rank. It’s showing now, only when he’s about to step into Champion Rank. That alone breaks all precedent." + +As the crowd murmured and speculated, their gazes remained fixed on the golden lotus suspended in the sky. One petal had already opened, but the trembling hadn’t stopped. Instead, it was intensifying. A hum reverberated through the air, and even those at the peak of Legend Rank felt their souls stir. + +Just then, the sky turned pitch black—so dark that even the rays of the sun were swallowed whole. What had once been a bright, clear afternoon was suddenly transformed into a suffocating night. No stars. No moon. Only an oppressive, unnatural darkness blanketing the heavens. + +The experts floating in the air shivered involuntarily. Something about it felt wrong—unsettling to the bone. The silence that followed was so intense, it was as if the world itself was holding its breath. + +Then it happened. + +From the heart of the black clouds, golden light began to shine—cold, merciless, and sharp. Thousands of golden swords began descending slowly like rain from the heavens. Each sword was roughly the length of an arm, and though none were grand or massive in appearance, the sheer number of them was staggering—tens of thousands, maybe more. + +But what truly shocked everyone was the aura that radiated from each blade. Every sword exuded the sharpness of a third-level sword concept. Not just any concept—this was the aura of the Concept of Severing Sword. + +"It’s the Wraith of the World... in the form of a sword tribulation," the tiger-masked man muttered, his usually calm voice tinged with surprise. "And not just any sword concept. This... this is the third-level Concept of Sword. To provoke such a tribulation... the boy must have at least reached the second level of comprehension in this path, which is already beyond monstrous for a Master Rank." + +The atmosphere shifted immediately. Even the veterans among the gathered elites looked shaken. + +Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace couldn’t hide the gleam in his eyes as he looked up at the swords falling from the sky like a divine judgment. "No doubt about it," he whispered, awe and excitement mixing in his voice. "This is the Severing Sword Concept... and it’s not a diluted or impure form either. Every one of those blades carries the intent to sever—not just slash or cut, but to cleave through the very essence of whatever stands in its path. I’ve studied the sword for over a century, and even I have rarely seen such a pure manifestation." + +President William turned sharply toward him, his face filled with disbelief. "Are you absolutely sure, Howard?" + +"I am," the Palace Master nodded, his tone completely serious now. "This boy hasn’t just dabbled in sword concepts—he’s chosen one of the most terrifying paths a swordsman can walk... the path to sever all. And that makes him a nightmare for anything that stands in his way." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-942.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-942.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a44155 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-942.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 936: Thousands of Golden Swords" +slug: "ch-942" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 942 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1000 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The masked leader of the Obsidian Order added in a calm but firm voice, "If you compare sword concepts in terms of potential for destruction, Severing Sword would easily rank within the top five. Its sharpness ignores defenses. It doesn’t clash with power—it bypasses it. To comprehend even the second level of this concept is something only a few peak geniuses manage before Mythic Rank. And Max... he’s still only a Master Rank expert." + +He paused for a moment, looking at the endless swarm of swords gathering in the sky, then added gravely, "Which also means his Wraith will be nothing short of a massacre. The more profound and powerful your concept, the stronger and crueler the Wraith of the World becomes in response. This... this is a death sentence. I can’t imagine how a mere peak Master Rank can endure such a trial." + +Emperor Hermes and Guild Master Orion, who had been watching silently, finally shifted. Their expressions grew dark and grim. Even they, who had witnessed the rise of dozens of peak geniuses, had never seen a Wraith of this magnitude. + +They knew what the tiger-masked man meant. The stronger the genius, the more the world tried to suppress them. And Max... he was easily one of the most terrifying they had ever seen. This wasn’t a normal tribulation. This was the world rejecting a monster. + +The tension in the air became unbearable as the golden swords in the sky began to spin—whirling into formations, vibrating with an edge that could slice the heavens themselves. And in the center of it all, Max stood calmly, his body glowing with golden light beneath the looming storm of swords meant to obliterate him. + +On the other side, the Thunder Lord of Thunder Monarch Hall and the Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower stood silently, their gazes fixed on Max floating alone beneath the storm of golden swords. Though they didn’t speak, a silent, shared wish lingered between them—Let him die. + +Max had humiliated their factions, slain their geniuses, and even killed Arnold without hesitation. A loss like that couldn’t be washed away with words or time. The Wraith of the World was their only hope of justice now. + +After all, many geniuses throughout history had vanished in the river of time, buried under the wrath of the heavens before ever reaching their prime. No matter how talented, few could withstand the fury of the world itself. Especially not without months—sometimes years—of preparation. + +Because that was the purpose of the Wraith of the World. + +It existed to punish defiance. The system that granted people unnatural strength beyond the mortal limit had always gone against the natural order. So when someone climbed high enough—when they stood on the edge of the Mythic Rank—the world intervened.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +A Wraith would descend upon them, not as a test, but as a judgment. It was the world’s final attempt to crush them, to remind them of their place, to halt their advancement permanently. + +And yet... Max was facing it far earlier than he should. + +Inside Max’s mind, Blob’s voice echoed with calm surprise. "Max, this Wraith is... natural. That’s what’s strange. Normally, only those stepping into Mythic Rank are confronted by the Wraith of the World. But you’re just entering Champion Rank. You truly are an anomaly." + +His voice was a mix of admiration and concern. "Still, don’t panic. This Wraith is normal—compared to the one you endured in the Mourning Depths, this is nothing. In fact, you may even gain something from it." + +Max didn’t answer immediately. He was focused. + +Focused on the weight pressing down on him. A weight that no one else could feel. Though he stood tall, calm, golden light flickering off his skin, his body was under constant assault. + +If it weren’t for the passive effects of the [Primordial] title protecting him from pressure, he was sure—absolutely sure—that this invisible force alone would have crushed him to dust before the first sword even fell. + +He could feel how terrifying this trial was meant to be. He could sense the intent of every blade above him—cut, sever, destroy. + +His gaze rose slowly. + +Thousands of golden swords hovered in the air like divine weapons waiting for a signal. Each one hummed with the sharpness of the third-level Concept of Severing Sword. Each blade carried the power to cleave through flesh, spirit, and space alike. But none of them fell. Not yet. + +"They’re waiting," Max muttered, voice low. "Why aren’t they descending yet?" + +"It’s like an ultimatum," Blob replied. "They’re giving you time. Time to prepare... to run... or to kneel. Take it however you want." + +Max’s lips curled into a light, almost amused smile. "Time to prepare, huh?" + +He could have. He should have. His arsenal was vast—techniques, bloodline abilities, other three concepts, and many more. With a single thought, he could fill the air around him with protective barriers, with destructive attacks, or unleash a flood of offensive energy. But he didn’t move. + +Instead, he looked at the sky... and saw opportunity. + +Each of those golden swords wasn’t just an enemy. They were opportunities. A glimpse into a path he was just beginning to walk. His own sword concept—Severing Sword—was at the second level, refined to perfection. + +But no matter how hard he tried in the past, he hadn’t touched the edge of the third level. He had felt it... sensed it from a distance. But now it was before him. Countless golden swords, each carved by the will of the world, each echoing with the resonance of the third level concept. This was his chance. + +"I won’t defend," Max whispered. + +He clenched his sword tightly in his right hand—the Blue Dragon Sword, humming softly in response. + +"I’ll fight," he said. "And I’ll comprehend." + +His eyes turned sharper than any blade in the sky. + +"I’ll use your judgment... to step into my next level." + +And with that, Max steadied his stance, lifted his sword—and waited. Not to survive. But to surpass. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-943.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-943.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86c925a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-943.md @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 937: Battling the wraith" +slug: "ch-943" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 943 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just then, one of the golden swords in the sky trembled—and descended. + +It didn’t fall like a boulder from the heavens. It glided downward slowly at first, then accelerated, streaking through the darkened sky like a beam of divine punishment aimed directly at Max. Its blade hummed violently with the aura of the 3rd level Severing Sword Concept. There was no hesitation in its intent. It was made to cut. To sever. To end. + +Max narrowed his eyes and smiled. + +His own sword concept surged in response. Though it had not yet stepped into the 3rd level, it had been tempered to the absolute limit of the 2nd. His body flickered as he shot upwards, slicing through the air like a comet, the Blue Dragon Sword in his hand burning with a pale, translucent edge. The instant their swords collided— + +Bang! + +The impact was deafening. + +A shockwave exploded out in all directions, causing the clouds to tremble and the ground below to crack under the invisible pressure. Max was flung backwards like a broken arrow, streaking through the air at terrifying speed. + +He barely managed to stop himself mid-fall, his legs skidding against the air as though he were standing on invisible ground. He hovered just above the mountains below, his chest rising and falling slowly. + +Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes shone with burning light. + +Above him, the golden sword he had just clashed against flickered—and then, like ash scattering in the wind, it crumbled and vanished into dust. + +"Damn, he’s taking them head on. What kind of crazy bastard is this?!" + +The shout echoed through the crowd, stunned voices murmuring all around as hundreds of powerful experts stared at the sky, eyes wide in disbelief. What they were witnessing was beyond anything they had ever seen in their lifetimes. Max—just a peak Master Rank expert—was clashing head-on against the Wraith of the World, not with defensive treasures, not with barriers, not even with protective formations, but with his own sword. + +"I’ve never seen anyone do this before... this is madness." + +"Madness?" another expert murmured. "This isn’t madness... this is suicide." + +It was common knowledge across the world—etched into the bones of every expert—that the Wraith of the World was not something one challenged. It was a tribulation, a divine punishment. A force designed by the very fabric of reality to stop anomalies from ascending too fast. And those who faced it? They didn’t fight it—they survived it. If they were lucky. + +Normally, before the Wraith descended, experts would spend months preparing. They would forge defensive artifacts, gather rare life-saving treasures, arrange support formations, and hide in secluded spaces fortified by their sects. Even then, survival wasn’t guaranteed. + +But Max? + +He didn’t wait. + +He didn’t defend. + +He didn’t run. + +He met the golden swords of the Wraith—each brimming with the devastating 3rd level Severing Sword Concept—with his own blade. Blow for blow. Sword for sword. + +To the hundreds watching from afar, it felt like reality itself had been shaken. As if the sky was being rewritten by the hands of a madman. + +The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order narrowed his eyes, murmuring softly, "Is he trying to temper his sword concept like this? Using the Wraith as a grindstone for his own blade..." + +"Absolute madness," Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace said with a solemn tone, hands clenched behind his back. "He’s walking on the edge of a blade right now. The Wraith of the World was never meant to be understood. It is not a teacher. It is a butcher. These swords aren’t just manifestations of a concept—they’re refined to kill. There is no mercy in them. Only annihilation." + +He glanced upward, his gaze fixed on Max’s figure as it moved like lightning between sword after sword. "And the longer the Wraith remains, the more it adapts, the more it strengthens. This is why no one dares face it head-on. It grows more lethal with every second." + +"And yet... he continues," the Tiger-masked man said quietly.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +"Is this foolishness or genius?" someone asked in the back, almost like a prayer to the heavens. + +"I suppose we’ll know in a few minutes," President William said with a strange smile playing on his lips, arms crossed as he observed the battlefield in the sky. His tone wasn’t mocking. It was respectful. Curious. His eyes shimmered with something deeper—an understanding that what they were witnessing was something that may only happen once in an era. + +As if the first sword had signaled the start of judgment, the remaining golden swords trembled. One after another, dozens began to descend. Then hundreds. The sky looked as though it were falling, golden blades raining down like a celestial storm. + +Max looked up and grinned like a maniac. + +He gripped the Blue Dragon Sword with both hands and shot forward once again—straight into the heart of the falling swords. + +Clang! + +Bang! + +Slash! + +Roar! + +The sounds of battle echoed endlessly in the sky. + +Max’s figure flashed like a ghost, weaving through the golden rain. Each time a sword descended, he met it with his own. His strikes were heavy and wild at times, precise and sharp at others. Every impact made his arms tremble. Every clash sent ripples through his bones. But he never stopped. + +He slashed one down—Boom! It shattered. + +He spun mid-air, parried another—Clang! Sparks erupted. + +He ducked low, then leapt high, cutting three swords in a sweeping arc—Swish! Swish! Swish! Three trails of gold exploded behind him. + +Hundreds of swords came at him from all directions. Some from the front, some from above, some curved around to strike him from behind. But his perception, his instincts, his concept—they all sharpened with each exchange. His 2nd level Severing Sword Concept clashed endlessly with its higher version. It cracked, bent, broke... then reformed stronger. + +Again and again. + +Slash by slash. + +Sword after sword. + +Every strike pushed Max closer to the edge of comprehension. + +His mind burned. His sword howled. His concept trembled. + +He began to move faster. Smoother. More deadly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-944.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-944.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d85fee0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-944.md @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 938: Sharpening the sword" +slug: "ch-944" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 944 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +With every clash, a new understanding bloomed within him. A golden sword aimed at his throat—he tilted his body and sliced upward, not meeting it head-on but severing its energy thread from the side. Another sword shot for his legs—he stepped forward mid-air and struck its core, causing it to ripple before disintegrating. + +Max’s breathing was heavy, but his eyes glinted with a maddening clarity. He had clashed with dozens of those golden swords by now—each strike like a test, each impact sending vibrations down to his very soul. His blade, his arm, his core—everything hurt. Yet his gaze never wavered. + +"These swords..." he thought, parrying another blade that curved like a comet from the sky, "...they don’t just cut." + +Another sword came from behind—silent, almost invisible, its aura hidden beneath layers of suppressive force. Max twisted his body, flipped backward mid-air, and his sword moved not to strike—but to sever the flow of energy at its base. The golden sword cracked from the inside and shattered like dried porcelain. + +"They’re teaching me," he realized, "not just to slice flesh or steel... but to sever something deeper. The root of force itself. The source of intention. The beginning of an effect." + +His concept flickered, twisted, and evolved. + +’Cutting? No... that’s too crude.’ + +A new sword screamed through the clouds, its edge aimed straight at his heart. + +Max took a step mid-air. Not back. Forward. + +He met the sword—not by overpowering it—but by slicing the string of intent that tied it to its trajectory. The moment that invisible thread was cut, the sword collapsed into golden motes, powerless. + +"Sever intent. Sever flow. Sever causality." + +"Sever the very idea of what ’should’ happen next." + +His understanding surged like a tidal wave within him. + +He felt the Severing Sword Concept rise to its limit—boiling, reshaping, stretching to crack the edge of evolution. + +Then suddenly... Max vanished. + +He reappeared high above the sky—in the center of a spiraling storm of golden swords. Hundreds of them. Maybe more. Their edges glowed with divine severity, as if the world itself had decided this would be his grave. + +But this time, they didn’t fall immediately. + +They paused—as if sensing the shift. As if the Wraith itself was... watching. + +Max raised his sword slowly. Blood trailed from his palm, but he didn’t notice. His aura had changed. It no longer just held force. It no longer just contained comprehension. + +Now... it held authority. + +And then— + +Boom! + +A thunderous explosion of silver and gold burst from his body like a sun swallowing the sky. Everyone watching—no matter their realm—felt it at once. A chilling wave of energy passed through them all, like invisible blades slicing through their spiritual roots. The world itself seemed to be trembling beneath the edge of Max’s new concept. + +Even the strongest experts—President William, the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order, Palace Master Howard—found their hearts skipping a beat. + +"The 3rd level..." Howard muttered, jaw clenched. "He’s done it." + +Up above, Max floated in the air—calm, firm, terrifying. + +This time, he didn’t wait for the swords to attack. + +He moved. + +A single slash—ten swords exploded in a chain reaction of golden dust. + +A twist of his wrist—twenty more were cleaved before they even moved. + +And then, a spin. Graceful, fast, clean. + +With that single rotation of his body— + +Crack! Crack! Crack! + +Every remaining sword fractured. + +Then shattered. + +The sky was clear once more. Silent. Still. + +Max stood alone, suspended in the air, his sword lowered. Blood dripped slowly from his knuckles, his chest rose and fell with exhaustion... but around him, the air trembled. His presence had changed. + +He wasn’t just strong anymore. + +He was sharp. + +A sword that severed everything—even the will of the heavens. + +He had stepped into the 3rd level Severing Sword Concept. + +"He did it. He actually did it. He survived the Wraith of the World... in his own way. What a spectacle!" one voice in the crowd broke the silence with disbelief trembling in every syllable. + +Another genius, voice lower but filled with awe, followed quickly, "Not only did he survive it—he used it. He used the Wraith of the World like a whetstone... like a grindstone to sharpen his sword concept. And now look at him—just look at him, standing in the sky like a sovereign. That pressure, that terrifying presence... it’s the same kind of power I’ve only ever felt from the elders in my clan who are Mythic Rank." + +The murmurs spread like wildfire, disbelief turning into reverence. Eyes filled with dread now brimmed with admiration and helplessness. "He’s a monster," someone whispered, barely audible. "A complete monster in human form. No one in history has ever done anything like this—yet he made it look easy." + +All around, silence took hold again, a stunned, choking silence. Everyone had just witnessed the impossible. The Wraith of the World, a death sentence even to the most gifted geniuses, had not only failed to kill Max—it had bowed to him, been broken by him, and even unknowingly helped him comprehend a higher realm of understanding. This wasn’t a victory. It was a revelation. + +"He did it..." Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. His aged eyes stared at Max, still floating in the sky, his bloodstained figure unmoving yet radiating with unfathomable intent. "I always believed the Wraith of the World existed solely to destroy us. That it was a punishment... a ceiling placed by the heavens." + +He exhaled deeply, shaking his head with a bitter smile that held both awe and regret. "But maybe... maybe we were just never brave enough. Never daring enough to see beyond our fear. If we had his courage, perhaps we could’ve long since broken through the fifth level of our concepts... perhaps even ascended." + +The words fell heavy, and the truth behind them was undeniable. + +The tiger-masked man—the mysterious leader of the Obsidian Order—remained silent. His gaze was fixed on Max. Yet in his mind, a voice long thought buried echoed once more. Lucien’s voice. That monstrous genius of a generation. + +"This world is just a speck of dust compared to what’s out there in the universe. You need more than talent to surpass its limits. I was born with god-like talent—but there will be others. People who don’t have my blessings... but who will still rise to the very top. Who will defy the heavens, spit on common sense, and break every tradition known to man. Those are the true geniuses. The ones who don’t follow... but lead." + +His fingers clenched slightly as he looked at Max. ’Could it be?’ Was this boy... the kind Lucien once spoke of? + +Meanwhile, President William let out a hearty laugh, his deep voice booming across the stunned crowd. His eyes sparkled with unfiltered joy. "Hahahaha! That was good! That was damn good!" His laughter echoed like a celebration, a declaration of pride. "To think I would get to witness the rise of another potential star-grade genius in this era. What a fortune! What a blessing to this world!" + +Above them all, Max remained still. + +Sword in hand. Eyes half-lidded. Breathing steady. + +The sky had cleared. + +The swords had vanished. + +But the mark he left on their hearts and this era—was now indelible. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-945.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-945.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fa03f08 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-945.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 939: Nine Dragons" +slug: "ch-945" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 945 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1119 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Don’t relax, kid... your Wraith of the World is far from over." Blob’s calm but heavy voice echoed in Max’s mind just as he lowered his sword and prepared to descend. + +Max froze midair, blinking in surprise. "It isn’t?" he asked, tilting his head back toward the sky. The black clouds still loomed above, thick and ominous, their darkness almost suffocating. That same crushing, oppressive feeling still lingered in the air, pressing against his chest like a weight he couldn’t shake off. + +"A normal Wraith of the World," Blob explained solemnly, "is meant to restrict experts from breaking the world’s balance. It uses the laws of the world themselves against them. And here’s the thing—one must endure the Wraith for every law they’ve comprehended. In your case..." + +The voice in his mind paused for a fraction of a second, almost as if savoring the weight of the words. "...you will go through four Wraiths. One for each of your elements—sword, flames, lightning, and space." + +Max’s brows rose, but instead of fear or even concern, a faint, almost eager grin curved his lips. "Is that so?" His voice was calm, but his heart stirred with anticipation. Why would he be worried? + +Just moments ago, by using the Wraith of the World as his opponent, he had broken through to the third level of the Severing Sword Concept. If one Wraith could serve as the perfect grindstone for his sword concept, then... couldn’t he use the others to temper his flame, lightning, and space concepts in the same way? + +The thought thrilled him. ’Three more chances... three more breakthroughs.’ His fingers tightened slightly around his sword hilt. ’Good.’ A silent chuckle rumbled through his chest as he stared into the endless black canopy above. ’Come, then. Show me the next one.’ + +Down below, the gathered crowd hadn’t dispersed yet. A sharp voice suddenly broke the tense quiet. "Hey, look—the clouds aren’t going away. They’re... they’re getting thicker!" + +That caught everyone’s attention instantly. Dozens of heads snapped upward, eyes widening as they saw it for themselves. The sky wasn’t clearing. On the contrary, the swirling black mass was growing denser, roiling like an ocean storm, as if some unseen hand was pulling every shred of darkness in the heavens into one place. + +"This isn’t right..." a middle-aged elder muttered, frowning deeply. "After a Wraith of the World descends, the clouds always disperse—whether the one undergoing it survives or not." + +"I can feel it too," another expert said, rubbing his arms as if to ward off an invisible chill. "The pressure in the air... it’s heavier now. Far heavier than before." + +"I don’t understand," an old man in white robes admitted, his tone uneasy. "In all my years, I’ve never heard of such a thing. It’s as if the Wraith hasn’t ended... but is transforming into something else entirely." + +The murmurs spread through the crowd, confusion mixing with apprehension. All eyes remained fixed on the shifting black above, the oppressive weight sinking deeper into their bones with every passing second. + +"Could this kid have mastered more than one concept?" Thunder Lord’s voice carried a rare note of disbelief, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied the unnatural density of the black clouds above. + +"Two concepts?" President William muttered, his tone equally shaken. "And judging by the fluctuation in the clouds... the other concept is also at the second level." His words drew a ripple of astonishment from those around him. + +The tiger-masked man, leader of the Obsidian Order, tilted his head slightly, his deep, measured voice carrying both curiosity and gravity. "In the long history of the Middle Domain, there have indeed been experts who walked the path of more than one concept. But their progress was never balanced. Some had one concept at an impressively high level while the second lingered barely at the first, while others failed to bring either past mediocrity." + +His gaze remained fixed on the storm above, his tone dropping lower. "Yet there was one thing they all shared—none of them... have survived the Wraith of the World." + +That statement made the air feel heavier. Emperor Hermes’s eyes widened, genuine shock flashing across his face. The earlier swell of pride he felt at Max’s incredible accomplishment—comprehending two separate concepts to the second level—suddenly twisted into something far more somber.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 + +If anyone else had uttered such words, he would have brushed them off as ignorance or exaggeration. But this was the leader of the Obsidian Order—a man whose influence spanned the shadows of the world, whose information network was unmatched in the Middle Domain. + +If even he declared that all such dual-concept experts in history had fallen to the Wraith, then the possibility was frighteningly real. + +Just then, the heavens themselves seemed to split apart as a deafening roar rolled across the sky, shaking the air like a drum of war. From the depths of the churning black clouds, nine colossal dragons emerged, each one forged entirely from roaring black flames. + +Their bodies stretched for hundreds of meters, sinuous and regal, their scales glistening like molten obsidian under the flickering light. Every movement of their massive forms made the clouds churn violently, and every beat of their flame-woven wings sent waves of oppressive heat crashing downward. + +The black fire that composed them burned without flicker, steady and suffocating, exuding an ancient, destructive aura—as though these dragons had crawled out from the deepest pits of the world’s wrath itself. + +Their long, serpentine bodies coiled through the sky with terrifying grace, each movement radiating the crushing presence of something far beyond mortal comprehension. + +Gasps rippled through the crowd below, and even the most seasoned warriors instinctively stepped back. Many felt their knees weaken, their skin prickling under the sheer weight of the aura pouring from above. + +It wasn’t just heat—it was a suffocating pressure that felt as if it could burn away the very soul. The air grew heavy, scorching, each breath feeling like inhaling fire. + +Gasps and cries erupted among the onlookers. + +"Gods above... those are Black Flame Dragons!" someone shouted, their voice cracking. + +"Not one... nine of them! How in the hell is that even possible?" another cried out, stumbling back. + +"I can’t... I can’t breathe under this pressure," a trembling expert muttered, clutching at his chest. + +"They look like they could burn an city empire to ash," a voice whispered in dread. + +"Forget the city, if one of them descends, even Mythic Rank experts would be forced to retreat!" + +"Wait... those flames... they aren’t normal. They’re devouring the light itself!" + +The crowd were truly shocked and speechless. They stood so much far away from Max and yet they could feel the pressure from the nine black flaming dragons. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-946.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-946.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..998da81 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-946.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 940: Creating an Army" +slug: "ch-946" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 946 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Even the leaders of the various forces turned solemn. + +The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order studied the scene with an unreadable gaze. "So... the second concept is flames. But these flames... Black Lotus Guild’s flames? One of the deadliest of the flames in this world. I didn’t know he has relations with the Black Lotus Guild. If he’s truly mastered them to the second level, then the world is weighing his worth." + +Emperor Hermes’s gaze sharpened, his tone grave. "And there are nine of them... This is no ordinary Wraith. This is the embodiment of the flame’s ultimate judgment. At Champion Rank advancement... this is beyond anything I’ve seen." + +President William’s voice cut through the tension, carrying both awe and concern. "Each of these dragons could reduce a city to nothing in minutes... and here they descend together. If the boy survives even half of them, it will be a miracle for the ages." + +"Survive? You think too highly of him," the Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower sneered, his cold gaze locked on the nine colossal dragons spiraling down from the heavens. "The power inside those black flaming beasts is enough to threaten even a Mythic Rank expert, let alone someone who hasn’t even reached Champion Rank yet." His voice dripped with disdain, as if Max’s fate had already been decided. + +Thunder Lord let out a low, mocking laugh. "I agree. The kid’s finished. He brought this upon himself." + +His eyes glinted with a mix of ridicule and satisfaction as he continued, "There’s a reason we walk the path of one concept. It’s not only because time is precious—but because the second Wraith of the World is said to be at least ten times stronger than the first. I read that in some ancient records long ago, and though I can’t say if every word is true, I believe it’s deadly enough... especially since history is clear—there has never been a single person who mastered more than one concept and still survived the Wraith of the World." + +Around them, the murmurs of the crowd grew heavier, the oppressive heat from the dragons pressing down like molten iron. Some people glanced at Max with pity, others with grim certainty, as if watching a man walk willingly into his grave. + +As for Max, he watched the nine colossal black flaming dragons descend from the heavens, their golden eyes glaring down at him with an authority that could crush the will of lesser men. The oppressive heat pouring from their bodies distorted the very air, each movement of their titanic forms sending shockwaves that rippled through the void. + +Yet, instead of fear, there was a gleam in Max’s eyes—sharp, eager, almost predatory. ’Its power level is almost at the Mythic Rank... but more importantly, these nine flaming beasts each carry the essence of the 3rd level Concept of Flames,’ he thought, his heart pounding with excitement rather than dread. ’If I can consume that power... the 3rd level will be mine.’ + +Black flames burst to life around him, writhing like a living storm, and in mere moments, they gathered to form a crown—pitch black, burning with a heat that seemed to swallow light itself—resting atop his head. + +Then, as if in response, the sky above roared. Another black flaming crown appeared high above, massive and regal, dominating the firmament with its sheer size. + +From that vast crown, the first of his creations emerged—sleek black flaming dragons, dozens at first, then hundreds, each exuding a devouring heat that threatened to consume the world. They rushed forward with feral roars, fangs bared, straight toward the nearest of the nine majestic dragons. + +The clash was instant and brutal—Max’s smaller dragons crashed against the towering beast in a blaze of fire, only to be torn apart in seconds, their forms shattering into embers under the sheer overwhelming might of the Wraith-born creature. + +The second wave followed just as swiftly, swarming a different black flaming dragon, only to be incinerated by a single sweep of its colossal tail. + +One after another, his creations were destroyed—ripped apart, crushed, or burned away by the searing flames of the nine, who stood as if nothing in the world could threaten their supremacy. + +But Max did not relent. His black crown blazed brighter, and more dragons poured forth in an unending tide. Each loss only fueled the birth of more. Dozens became hundreds, hundreds became an endless swarm, the sky now thick with writhing shapes of flame. + +"What... what is he doing now?!" one of the experts in the crowd shouted, eyes wide as he pointed at the sky. + +"Is that... an army of dragons?!" another gasped, his voice trembling. "Hundreds of them... all made of black flames!" + +"This is insane!" a young genius from the Burning Heaven Sect exclaimed. "He’s not defending... he’s going to fight the nine black flaming dragons with his own dragons!" + +"Impossible," an elder from the Void Soul Tower muttered in disbelief. "The control required for something like that... even a Mythic Rank expert wouldn’t dare attempt it!" + +"Look at that crown... it’s pouring out dragons like a river of fire," a member from the Absolute Sword Palace whispered, his jaw slack. "Each one is moving with its own intent... its own killing aura..." + +"I’ve never seen anything like this," an older hunter from the Hunter Association said, his hands shaking slightly. "He’s not just fighting... he’s commanding a flame army." + +"This kid..." a expert from the Great Ruler Empire muttered under his breath, "is treating the Wraith of the World like a battlefield he owns." + +From the stands, murmurs became roars of astonishment. The crowd’s eyes darted between the colossal flaming crown above and the surging tide of black flaming dragons that poured from it—an overwhelming, unnatural sight that made the sky itself seem ready to collapse. + +The nine great dragons fought like gods of destruction, burning and tearing apart every challenger, yet for every black flame dragon that fell, three more emerged to take its place. + +Slowly—painfully slowly—the pressure began to mount on the nine. Their movements grew heavier, their roars sharper, as the relentless tide refused to give them a single breath. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-947.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-947.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9752ee --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-947.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 941: Full Potential of Black Sun inheritance" +slug: "ch-947" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 947 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1031 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s black flaming dragons did not retreat, did not falter; they circled, struck from all angles, and began to wrap their bodies around the colossal beasts like living chains of fire. + +The initial clash was brutal. The first majestic dragon swiped its massive claw, scattering dozens of Max’s creations in an instant, its black flames burning with purer intensity. + +But Max didn’t flinch. The crown above shimmered, and from its edges, giant black flaming chains shot downward like serpents. They coiled around the dragon’s neck and wings, tightening with every twist. Hundreds of his smaller flame dragons bit into its scales, chipping away layer by layer until the majestic beast shuddered... and finally burst apart into embers that were sucked back into Max’s flames. + +’Damn... controlling so many small dragons is taxing enough.’ Max’s temples throbbed as if a molten hammer was pounding against his skull, the strain of guiding each and every black flaming dragon tearing at his mental focus. His blue soul blazed within him, steady and resilient, yet even with its extraordinary strength, he could feel the edges of his control fraying. + +The sheer coordination required—to maintain their flight paths, their attacks, their constant regeneration—was like trying to hold a hundred raging storms in the palm of his hand. He knew deep down this wasn’t something he could sustain for long. + +This was the first time he had truly unleashed the full might of the Black Sun Inheritance. No holding back, no conserving energy—just raw, unrestrained power flooding the battlefield. + +Even so, the sensation wasn’t one of effortless dominance. His body felt heavy, his breathing uneven, and the burn in his spirit was a reminder that every second was costing him dearly. + +’Black Sun Inheritance...’ he thought, eyes fixed on the writhing black dragons surging from the colossal flaming crown above. Each one moved with terrifying purpose, a predator born of pure destruction. + +The sky itself seemed to darken further under their presence, the heat warping the very air. ’It might truly be the strongest flame inheritance. Not just in name... but in essence.’ + +And yet, despite the toll, there was a sharp edge of exhilaration in his heart—a thrill that came only from walking on the knife’s edge between overwhelming victory and utter collapse. + +--- + +As if sensing what happened, the second dragon dove with blinding speed, twisting its body to avoid the tide of small dragons. + +Max responded instantly, summoning a pair of titanic black flaming swords, each the size of a city wall. They came crashing down like a guillotine, forcing the dragon to veer sideways. + +That single moment of hesitation was all the swarm needed — the smaller dragons latched onto its wings, tearing them apart. The second dragon roared in defiance before being overwhelmed, its body breaking into streams of black flame that merged into Max’s aura. + +The third dragon one was cunning. It stayed high, blasting waves of fire downward to incinerate Max’s creations before they reached it. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, the crown pulsed, and from its base descended flaming shackles, snapping shut around the dragon’s limbs from afar. Bound mid-air, it twisted and writhed violently, but the horde of smaller dragons rushed in, burning through its body from within until nothing remained but ashes swirling into Max’s black crown. + +Fourth Dragon — Unlike the others, this one attacked Max directly, ignoring his creations. Its massive jaw opened to bite down on him — but Max stepped sideways in mid-air, a black flaming great spear materializing in his hands. + +With a single thrust using the power of 800 Draconic Essences, the spear pierced through the dragon’s open maw, pinning it to the sky itself. The smaller dragons swarmed over its body, devouring it bit by bit until its head crumbled around the embedded spear. + +As this happened, Max was completely drenched in sweat. His hands were trembling. He was on the verge of collapse. ’I have to end it fast.’ + +As he thought that, two of Max’s small dragons were instantly destroyed by the fifth dragon. + +Max changed tactics — the black crown flashed, releasing a blazing whip of pure flame.𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +He lashed it around the dragon’s tail, yanking it downward into a trap where hundreds of his creations awaited. They latched onto its underbelly, ripping through until the majestic beast gave one final, shuddering roar before collapsing into cinders. + +’Five done...’ Max looked at the other four before turning his attention to the next weakest. He had been attacking the weakest to the strongest order and so the first one was the easiest to kill and then it got harder and harder to kill them next time. + +Looking at the last four of them, Max chose one of the dragons as his target. + +This one stayed low, weaving through Max’s horde, its black flames corroding everything it touched. But Max’s expression remained calm. The black crown trembled — and a giant flaming cage descended from above, locking the dragon inside with dozens of his smaller creations. The swarm tore through it mercilessly, the cage shrinking tighter and tighter until the beast’s roars faded into silence. + +’Last three,’ Max thought before locking his eyes on the that was destroying his army of dragons the fastest. + +It charged like lightning, obliterating the waves of small dragons before they could get close. Max’s eyes gleamed — from the crown came flaming arrows by the hundreds, each one trailing black smoke. + +They rained down like a storm, piercing the dragon’s hide and slowing its movements. The slowed beast was then drowned under a renewed tide of smaller dragons, its body finally breaking apart into swirling embers. + +’The last two.’ Max frowned as he made almost all the small dragons busy the ninth one while he focus on the eighth dragon. + +This one was vicious. It rolled and spun, scattering Max’s creations with hurricane-like bursts of flame. But Max simply summoned flaming serpents from the crown — long, slithering coils of black fire that wrapped around its torso and crushed inward. + +With its movements restricted, the small dragons swarmed over it, feasting until there was nothing left but streams of black flame feeding back into Max. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-948.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-948.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f0722f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-948.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 942: Ninth and the Stongest" +slug: "ch-948" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 948 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1232 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +And then came the ninth dragon. + +The final and strongest. Its aura was oppressive enough to make the onlookers below clutch their chests. It tore through waves of small dragons without slowing, shattering even the weapons Max summoned. + +But Max didn’t stop. He poured every ounce of his soul force and mana into the black crown, which blazed brighter than ever before. From it, every type of creation he had used before — chains, swords, shackles, spears, whips, cages, arrows, serpents — manifested all at once, swarming toward the dragon in a coordinated assault.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 + +The final clash shook the sky. The ninth dragon roared furiously, its flames surging outward to resist, but it was dragged down into a maelstrom of black fire. + +Hundreds... thousands... of small dragons bit into its form while the weapons hacked away its scales. Slowly, painfully, its body disintegrated into streams of energy. + +’It’s done.’ Max felt the words echo in his mind as the massive black flaming crown above his head cracked, fragments of pure flame breaking away and fading into nothingness. The once raging black inferno around his body dimmed, its oppressive heat dwindling into faint flickers. + +Every breath he took felt heavy. His mind was drained, his mana reserves scraped empty, and even his soul force throbbed with a deep ache. The relentless creation of countless small flame dragons, the strain of controlling them all at once, and the sheer force needed to battle the nine majestic dragons had pushed him beyond his normal limits. + +His body trembled in the air, the pull of gravity gnawing at him as his float skill faltered. Darkness threatened to claim his vision. He could almost feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. + +"No! I can’t faint!" he snarled through clenched teeth, biting down hard on his lip until the sharp sting of pain jolted him awake. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed—and that was when he saw it. The remnants of the nine dragons drifting in the sky, glowing like dying embers. His gaze hardened, his voice a low command in his heart. ’Devour.’ + +The response was immediate. The black flames in the sky surged violently, erupting outward and blanketing the heavens in a suffocating blaze. The sudden explosion of dark fire sent shockwaves rippling across the area, and for a split second, panic flashed in the eyes of the crowd. + +But the leaders of the seven major forces reacted instantly, shielding their people from the searing heat. + +Inside the maelstrom, Max felt the essence of the nine dragons pour into him. A tide of pure mana flooded his body, swelling past his natural capacity. In any other expert, the surge would have been fatal—bodies bursting apart under the pressure—but Max’s Unholy Trinity Body drank it all in like an endless abyss, locking every drop safely inside. + +’I’m full... My mana’s back to the peak... no... beyond it.’ The overwhelming energy pulsed through his veins, so dense it felt as if he could shatter mountains with a thought. ’When my True Divine Lotus stops blooming... I’ll definitely level up several times over.’ + +But that wasn’t all. Deep within, the essence of the dragons carried more than just power—it carried understanding. Threads of insight wove into his mind, pieces of the puzzle clicking into place one after another. + +What had once been vague sensations now became clear truths. The nature of flame unfolded before him—not just a force of burning destruction, but a cycle, a duality. The fire that razes all to ash... and the fire that gives birth anew. Yet his flames—these black, deathly infernos—followed only one path. The path of death. The path of utter annihilation. + +Something stirred. It was like a door opening in his soul. In that instant, his perception shifted entirely, and the 3rd Level Concept of Flames erupted within him. + +The change was immediate. Black flames roared to life around him, but they were different now—colder, deadlier, and far more regal. Each flicker carried a weight, a majesty that dwarfed the inferno he had unleashed before. His body blazed in an aura of pure death-flame, a towering beacon of annihilation that made the sky itself seem to bow before his presence. + +"He... he actually did it!" someone from the crowd screamed, voice cracking as the last of the nine black flaming dragons shattered into embers. + +"Impossible... utterly impossible!" an elder from the Thunder Monarch Hall clutched his chest, as if the sight itself had stolen his breath. "Those dragons carried power that could crush even Mythic Rank experts—yet he kill them!" + +"Look at the sky! The nine are gone!" a younger expert shouted, his tone a mix of awe and fear. "All that’s left is his black flames!" + +"This isn’t human," a trembling voice came from a Void Soul Tower member. "I... I thought he was insane for creating all those small dragons. But they ate through the nine like piranhas on flesh!" + +"Do you people even realize what just happened?!" a hunter yelled to no one in particular. "This brat just used the Wraith of the World—something meant to kill him—as food for his flames!" + +"Madness... complete madness," an Absolute Sword Palace elder muttered, though his eyes glimmered with admiration. "But... the kind of madness only true monsters are capable of." + +And then the crowd erupted into noise—half cheers, half gasps—while every gaze locked onto the lone figure in the sky, surrounded by swirling black flames, standing victorious where no one else in history had. + +Even the leaders were no exception. They were also shocked as well. + +President William’s eyes were wide, his usual calm demeanor broken for a moment before a slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across his face. "He... killed all nine. Not survived—killed. I’ve seen countless Wraiths of the World in my life, but never one where the challenger is this monstrous." His tone was deep, each word heavy with meaning. + +Emperor Hermes stared at Max with a mix of pride and disbelief, his voice low but resonating with authority. "This child... to think Lyra brought someone like this into the empire. Nine dragons carrying near-Mythic might, and yet, they are gone. The Middle Domain has never seen anything like this." His fists tightened slightly—not in anger, but in the realization of how dangerous Max’s future could become. + +The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order stood silent for a long moment, the faintest hum escaping him. "Lucien... perhaps you were right," he murmured under his breath. Then, louder, his tone edged with both solemnity and intrigue, "If he continues down this path, the so-called ’limits of the world’ will be nothing but stepping stones for him." + +Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze fixed on Max. "To wield sword and flame like this... and to turn a wraith into nourishment... this boy is carving his own cultivation path. One that ignores every rule we’ve lived by." His voice carried a mixture of awe and a tinge of unease. + +The white-bearded leader of the Bright Buddha Palace remained composed, yet his hands pressed together in a slow prayer gesture. "To destroy is easy. To destroy the destroyer itself... that is rare. This child’s karma will not be simple. The buddha will watch him closely." + +His serene tone masked a deep, unspoken concern, the weight of his words settling over the other leaders like a quiet warning. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-949.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-949.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5681612 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-949.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 943: Third Wraith" +slug: "ch-949" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 949 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1020 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as the crowd was still reeling from the sheer spectacle of Max’s battle against the second Wraith of the World—his relentless army of black flaming dragons tearing down nine majestic flame behemoths—the heavens growled again. + +A deep, resonating rumble rolled across the land, low and heavy, like the ominous heartbeat of some colossal beast lurking above. Every gaze instinctively turned skyward, and what they saw made their breath catch in their throats. + +The thick storm clouds, which should have scattered after the wraith’s defeat, instead churned with renewed fury, boiling and twisting as though something even greater was being born within. + +Then— + +CRACKLE!𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +The world lit up for an instant. From deep within the black mass, streaks of vivid purple lightning slithered like serpents beneath the veil, their movements sinuous, alive, and impossibly fast. Each flash illuminated the sky in an otherworldly glow, bathing the land in an eerie violet hue. + +The arcs hissed and writhed, splitting the darkness as if seeking something to destroy. A suffocating weight pressed down on the onlookers’ chests, the kind of primal pressure that could crush even seasoned experts into the ground. It was a sight and feeling that made even the most battle-hardened veterans shiver—a silent promise that the next trial would be far deadlier than the last. + +Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd the moment the sky roared again, the sound echoing like the growl of some colossal beast. + +"What?! No way... the clouds are still here?!" one man shouted, his voice trembling as his eyes darted upward. + +"This... this doesn’t make sense," another expert stammered, clutching his robes tightly. "He’s already gone through two Wraiths of the World. How can there still be more?" + +"Look! The clouds... they’re darker than before... and those lightning bolts..." a young woman pointed upward, her hand shaking. + +"Purple lightning... that’s the mark of an elemental wraith. I read once in an old scroll—it’s the most violent form of lightning in existence!" an elderly expert said in horror, his face paling. + +"This is insane," someone else muttered under their breath. "The first wraith was already beyond belief... the second was deadly enough to slay a Mythic Rank... and now there’s a third?!" + +"Is the world trying to kill him?" a younger disciple asked, her voice breaking. "How can anyone survive three back-to-back Wraiths of the World?" + +"No... this is more than just the world trying to kill him," an older man said grimly, his gaze locked on Max. "It’s as if the heavens themselves are testing if he’s worthy to live." + +Up above, the sky churned like a living thing, deep purple lightning slithering and cracking through the storm clouds like monstrous serpents ready to strike, each flash painting the world below in a menacing glow. + +The crowd could feel it—the raw, suffocating pressure—the kind that could turn mountains to dust and oceans to steam. And yet, all eyes were on Max, standing there beneath it all, facing the heavens as if daring them to send whatever they had left. + +Thunder Lord’s face twisted in disbelief as another deep rumble tore through the heavens, the violent arcs of purple lightning growing ever more menacing above. "Are you kidding me? Another one?" he burst out, his voice louder than intended, unable to contain the shock hammering his chest. + +"First it was sword... then flames... and now lightning? Lightning?!" His tone was almost a shout, half outrage and half awe. "I can’t believe there’s truly someone in this world who can comprehend three laws to such a high level. This is madness." + +The tiger-masked man, who had stood calm and unshaken even through Max’s previous feats, narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed sharply on the storm above. For the first time since his arrival, his voice carried a note of genuine weight. + +"Concept of Lightning," he said slowly, each word deliberate, as if testing the air. "And from the looks of it... he has pushed it to the 2nd level." His frown deepened, the mask hiding his expression but not the gravity in his tone. + +"Three concepts... all of them at the 2nd level..." He paused, the air between words almost vibrating with the implication. "With this, I can say without hesitation—Max is enough to be called the third genius of the Star Grade." + +Emperor Hermes’s eyes widened slightly, his normally composed demeanor cracking for a brief moment. "Third... genius..." he murmured, the words tasting like both pride and unease. + +President William gave a slow, satisfied smile, though even he could not fully mask the astonishment in his eyes. "Looks like the Middle Domain hasn’t seen anything yet," he said softly, almost to himself. + +Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace exhaled long and slow, shaking his head. "Sword, flames, lightning... and each at such mastery. This boy... no, this monster... is simply showing us what it means to be true genius." + +Meanwhile, the old man with the long white beard, leader of the Bright Buddha Palace, simply closed his eyes and joined his hands together, murmuring a faint prayer. Nobody knew whom the prayer was meant for. + +Max’s gaze locked onto the roiling black clouds above, each one pulsing with veins of deep purple lightning that writhed like furious serpents through the storm. A faint sigh of relief escaped his lips. "At least it’s not the Seven Colored Lightning this time," he murmured to himself, the memory clawing at his mind like an old scar. His voice was low, almost drowned by the distant rumble, but the weight in his tone was unmistakable. + +"It’s strange... awakening a physique given to me by the system, and yet the wraith of the world responded with the Seven Lightnings of Judgment to destroy me..." His eyes narrowed, a faint shiver passing through him as the image replayed in his mind—the sky splitting into seven radiant, merciless dragons that promised nothing but obliteration. + +The scene was burned into his memory, a nightmare etched in lightning. "If my fate hadn’t manifested that day to shield me..." he whispered, his jaw tightening, "...I would have been erased. Not just killed—erased." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-95.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-95.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1ec147f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-95.md @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 95: Chaos in the Central City - 6" +slug: "ch-95" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 95 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1246 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Five’s smile twisted into a sneer, his gaze sharp and calculating. "No weakling could have taken my attack head-on the way you just did," he said, his tone laced with a mixture of mockery and anticipation. "There’s more to your strength than meets the eye, isn’t there?" + +His sneer deepened as he added, "If I push you hard enough, I get the feeling I might finally have the chance to fight someone at full strength again. It’s been far too long." + +Max frowned upon hearing him. He understood that he had encountered a madman who wouldn’t let him go anytime soon. ’I can only fight, then,’ he thought, searching for ways to ditch him. + +Five pointed his sword at Max and said, "Here I come." With those words, he swung his sword at Max. + +Max reacted swiftly, attacking at the same time, his sword swinging down. + +Clang! + +Once again, their swords collided, but this time, Max was flung far away, toward one of the buildings. However, he quickly used his Sky Float skill to control his descent and came to a stop in midair. + +"Is that all you’ve got?" Five taunted, seeing Max being so easily blown away by his attack. + +Max frowned, taking a deep breath. ’I need to use my full strength here,’ he thought, concentrating on his sword. + +A moment later, his sword began to bathe in a light blue glow, and with it came an intent—an intent so sharp that it caused the air around him to vibrate. + +Max turned to Five, raising his blue-glowing sword high. "Divergent Slash!" + +He swung it down, releasing a wide arc of blue light toward Five. + +The arc moved, cutting through the air as it rushed toward Five. + +Five smirked upon seeing it, and his own sword began to glow, but in a light red hue. + +"This is child’s play," he said, sneering as he swung his sword, releasing a red arc of light. + +It tore through the air and collided with Max’s blue arc in midair. + +Boom! + +An explosion erupted in midair due to their collision, releasing red and blue hues around them. + +"A level 1 Sword Aura, hehe," Five smiled, looking at Max, his battle intent rising. "I wouldn’t expect less from you." + +Max smirked, a glint of confidence in his eyes. "There’s more where that came from," he said as wind began to flow around him. + +Channeling the full power of Float, Wind Float, and Sky Float, he launched himself like a meteor toward Five. His figure blurred, accelerating so rapidly that even Five, with his sharp instincts, was momentarily caught off guard. + +"Divergent Slash!" Max roared, unleashing the same devastating attack, this time at point-blank range. + +The sheer speed of Max’s assault left Five with no time to react. Stunned by the sudden burst of power, Five barely managed to raise his sword, using it as a desperate shield against the glowing blue arc of light that barreled toward him. + +Bang! + +The attack hit his sword, sending him flying away like a meteor, but Max was even faster. He caught up with him and attacked once again. + +"Divergent Slash!" + +"Not again!" Five shouted as his entire form began to glow in red. The air around him started to vaporize, and a wild killing intent emanated from him. + +The blue arc of light immediately scattered after colliding with the red glow around Five’s body, as if a splash of water collided with metal. + +Seeing that, Max quickly retreated back as fast as he came to attack, his expression extremely solemn. + +"Is that what level 2 of Sword Aura looks like?" Max asked, feeling his sword trembling regardless of his tight grip on it. + +Five nodded, smiling. "This is indeed the true form of Sword Aura Level 2. In level 1, one can only use the aura to enhance the sharpness their blade, but in level 2, not only does the sharpness of the aura increase even further, but one can also extend the aura to their entire body." + +He added with a smirk, "By doing that, one can make their entire body a potential weapon." + +Max’s eyes flashed in understanding. ’Level 2 of Sword Aura is too strong. It completely nullified my Divergent Slash into nothingness.’ He pondered his next options. + +Seeing Max thinking, Five sneered and said, "Take your sweet time to think about how you can counter my level 2 Sword Aura, but just so you know, no matter how strong a level 1 Sword Aura is, it could never hold a candle against level 2 Sword Aura." + +He added, "Level 2 Sword Aura is a superior form of Sword Concept and would completely suppress level 1 Sword Aura, regardless of any matter." + +Max frowned, glancing at his sword glowing in a light blue aura. ’No wonder it’s trembling constantly. It’s suppressed by level 2 Sword Aura.’ + +Closing his eyes for a moment, Max contemplated his options. He understood that fighting against someone possessing level 2 Sword Aura by using level 1 Sword Aura was asking for death. + +’Either I can use all 15 of my Draconic Essence, or I could try that...’ he mused, putting one hand behind his back as he began to devour the five chaos stones he had obtained from Lily, one by one. + +In seconds, he finished absorbing them, and a notification appeared in his vision. + +[Dragon Scales increased by +3] + +’A total of 5 Dragon Scales, adding the previous 2,’ Max thought, but he wasn’t sure if 5 Dragon Scales could handle his 15 Draconic Essence. + +He pondered for a moment and decided to take the other route. + +Max glanced at Five and asked, "What do you know about merging two auras?" + +Five raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Combining two auras?" he murmured, almost to himself. After a moment of contemplation, a faint smirk tugged at his lips. "That’s like asking fire and ice to coexist in the same flame. Dangerous... but fascinating." + +He adjusted his stance, his sword glinting ominously under the faint light. "If you’ve managed to pull off something that reckless, then you’re either a fool..." His smirk widened into a predatory grin. "...or someone truly worth fighting." + +Max smiled upon hearing him and pointed his sword at Five. + +Over the blue glow of Max’s sword, faint specks of red light began to flicker—subtle at first, but steadily growing. The crimson glow crept across the blade, weaving into the blue aura with deliberate persistence. + +Slowly but surely, the red glow consumed the blue, creating a striking, fiery radiance that engulfed the sword entirely. + +As the transformation completed, the weapon in Max’s hand began to tremble violently, resisting the immense energy coursing through it. Max’s grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he forced the blade to steady. + +Gradually, the trembling subsided, and the sword settled into a state of balanced, pulsing power. + +But it was different for the glow on his sword. + +The glow on Max’s sword began to shift and ripple, alternating fluidly between vibrant red and deep blue. The colors danced across its surface in an ever-changing pattern. + +What truly caught Five’s attention, however, wasn’t just the glow—it was the intent radiating from the sword. Though it lacked the overwhelming intensity of his own Level 2 Sword Aura, the depth it exuded was remarkable. + +There was a raw, unrefined quality to it, yet it carried a profound resonance that made Five pause, his intrigue growing with every passing moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-950.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-950.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..78120e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-950.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 944: Third level of Concept of Lightning" +slug: "ch-950" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 950 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1035 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just then, the first bolt of lightning tore through the heavens like a divine spear, splitting the air with a deafening crack that seemed to shake the world itself. It was not the wild, untamed lightning of a storm—it was sharp, deliberate, and carried an undeniable will to destroy. + +The moment it struck Max, the force of it exploded across his body, wrapping him in a blinding cocoon of purple light. Every arc carried the 3rd level Concept of Lightning, its power refined to a terrifying purity that sought to invade every fiber of his being, sever every nerve, and shatter every cell. + +Max’s muscles spasmed violently, but instead of resisting blindly, he let his own lightning surge forth from within, meeting the wraith’s bolt with a clash of pure intent. + +’This is nothing!’ Max said gritting his teeth. + +The second strike came almost instantly, its speed far beyond mortal comprehension, lancing straight into his chest with such ferocity that even the ground far below quaked from the backlash. + +But he held on. His vital essence shell held strong. + +The third and fourth bolts followed in rapid succession, weaving down from the clouds like serpents of judgment, striking his shoulders and back, each one exploding with power that carried the taste of inevitability, of fated destruction. + +At this moment, the true destruction came. His vital essence shell broke down completely but his skin was tough enough to not cause any damaged to Max. + +By the fifth bolt, Max’s skin was burning with arcs of purple light, the air around him screaming as raw lightning wrapped his figure. He was no longer merely enduring—he was studying. + +Every time the wraith’s lightning entered his body, he traced its flow, felt the way it bent space for a fraction of a heartbeat before impact, sensed how its energy compressed into a killing edge at the final instant. + +There was a reason he didn’t put up any defensive measures against these lightning bolts attacking him. He wanted to feel the lightning essence contain in these lightnings bolts to understand the 3rd level lightning concept. + +Otherwise if it were only about surviving the wraith, he would have used his Dragon Scales Transformation or other defensive skills to completely block out the lightning bolts to protect himself. + +The sixth and seventh bolts crashed into him almost together, the force so immense that his body was thrown several meters back through the air before he forced himself still, his own lightning roaring outward to anchor him in place. + +The eighth bolt came in at an angle, striking his sword arm; instead of recoiling, Max let it flow down his blade, absorbing its fury into his own lightning concept. + +The ninth bolt was the heaviest yet, a pillar of purple-white destruction that seemed to connect everything, destruction and rebirth, and when it struck, his entire figure was swallowed in a storm so dense that even the spectators couldn’t see him clearly. + +Then, as the echoes of thunder still rolled across the sky, the tenth and final bolt descended—pure, condensed annihilation. + +It slammed into Max with enough power to tear apart a mountain, but when the light faded, he was still standing—his body trembling, smoke rising from his skin, but his eyes sharper than ever. + +In that relentless barrage, he had seen it—the truth of the 3rd level Concept of Lightning. Not merely speed. Not merely destruction. It was the art of inevitability itself, lightning that could not be dodged, a strike that would always arrive no matter the defense. + +"I see..." Max whispered under his breath, the words carrying a strange calm amidst the lingering thunder. In that darkness behind his eyelids, everything aligned—the rhythm of the strikes, the flow of power in each bolt, the way lightning didn’t simply destroy, but connected, split, and shaped the world in an instant. + +In his mind, the countless flashes merged into one truth, and like a door unlocking, the understanding poured into him. He no longer just grasped lightning’s speed and violence; he understood its intent, its inevitability, its ability to sever cause from effect in a single blinding heartbeat. + +When his eyes opened again, they were no longer the same—purple arcs danced faintly in his irises, and the oppressive aura around him transformed into something infinitely sharper, cleaner, and infinitely more dangerous. + +Max had comprehended the 3rd level of the Concept of Lightning. + +The air was still thick with the tang of ozone, the ground littered with smoking craters where bolts had struck, and faint threads of purple lightning still slithered through the air before vanishing. + +Max exhaled slowly, feeling the last echoes of the lightning’s fury fade within him. "The only thing that remained was space..." he thought, opening his eyes. + +His wounds, shallow and deep alike, were already knitting together under the natural resilience of his body caused by his Dragon Scales and the remnants of his overflowing power. + +The tattered remains of his clothes clung to him, scorched and torn from the repeated strikes. Without wasting a moment, he reached into his storage space, pulled out a fresh black combat robe, and slipped it on in one smooth motion. All the while, the battlefield remained hidden under a haze of dust and smoke. + +Then, a breeze swept across the arena, carrying the dust away. The crowd’s breath collectively caught as Max emerged—standing tall, unharmed, his new robe fluttering in the wind, looking as though he had never been through a storm of ten apocalyptic bolts. + +Murmurs broke out instantly.𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +"He’s... fine?" + +"Not even burned—how?" + +"This is beyond insane. That lightning could’ve annihilated a Mythic Rank expert!" + +"It’s like... he’s getting stronger after every wraith." + +Emperor Hermes’s eyes narrowed, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. Pride and unease mingled in his gaze. + +President William folded his arms, his eyes glittering with rare approval. "Surviving is one thing... but to come out looking like this? The boy’s on a different path altogether." + +The Palace Master of the Absolute Sword Palace exhaled heavily. "Three wraiths. Three concepts. All pushed to their peak. This kind of talent... No, this kind of defiance of the heavens—I’ve never seen it in my life." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-951.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-951.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..854b195 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-951.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 945: Space Wraith" +slug: "ch-951" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 951 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1039 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Both the Thunder Lord and the Tower Lord of the Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower looked ugly. They had hoped Max to died under the third wraith but to think he would not only survive and would also grown stronger made it very hard for them. + +So many geniuses of both the forces had died at Max’s hands and yet they could do nothing about it. Even the wraith of the world could do nothing about it. + +’This child cannot be remain alive.’ Thunder Lord thought to himself as a cruel light flashed through his eyes. + +But it was the tiger-masked man who stared the longest, his voice low but carrying to those near him. "Three concepts... all at the 3rd level now. And yet—" his eyes lifted to the sky, narrowing as the black clouds above showed no sign of dispersing, instead churning darker, denser, as if a greater storm brewed within. "...and yet the wraiths aren’t finished with him. Could it be..." His fingers tapped against his armrest slowly. "Has he... mastered four concepts?" + +The crowd followed his gaze and saw it too—the oppressive clouds, untouched by the end of the lightning tribulation. The murmurs turned uneasy. + +"Wait... the clouds are still there." + +"Don’t tell me there’s another wraith?" + +"What kind of monster survives three and still has to face a fourth?" + +"This... this isn’t human anymore." + +Up in the sky, the black mass roiled ominously, as though reality itself was holding its breath. + +Max stood silently beneath the swirling abyss of clouds, his gaze fixed upward, the faint curve of a smile on his lips betraying neither fear nor hesitation. The air felt heavier than before, as though the sky itself had bent under the weight of something ancient and unknowable. + +A deep, resonant hum began to vibrate through the clouds, low at first, but quickly growing into a sound that felt less like noise and more like the fabric of reality straining. + +’I wonder what form the wraith of the world for my space element would take?’ Max thought, his mind sharpening. + +The oppressive black clouds twisted violently, folding inward upon themselves like a collapsing star, before splitting apart with a soundless tear. + +From that rift in the heavens, light did not emerge—instead, darkness spilled forth, pure and absolute, swallowing the glow of the sun and dimming the entire world. Shapes began to form within the void—colossal, jagged rifts that hung in the air like broken shards of an unseen mirror, each one humming with spatial distortion. + +Space warped and bent around them, the horizon stretching unnaturally, the ground below groaning as cracks appeared without a single touch. + +From the largest rift, a towering figure emerged—faceless, robed in a mantle of shifting space, its edges constantly dissolving into black mist before reassembling again, as though its very existence was unstable. + +Around its hands spun dozens of miniature black holes, each one devouring light and air, their pull strong enough to drag stray rocks upward into the sky. The sheer presence of the entity was enough to make the crowd’s vision blur; some clutched their heads, feeling as if their thoughts were being pulled apart and scattered across an endless void. + +This was no ordinary force of nature—this was the embodiment of space’s wrath, the will of the world to crush any mortal who dared to claim mastery over its most elusive law. + +"Impossible... it’s the Eclipsing Rift Wraith," Emperor Hermes muttered, his voice low but carrying enough weight to make the surrounding leaders turn toward him. "I’ve only ever read about it in ancient records. They say it’s the most dangerous manifestation of the Wraith of the World for the space element—an existence that embodies every instability of the void." + +President William’s expression darkened. "The Eclipsing Rift... I thought it was only a myth. Even among Mythic Rank experts, there are almost no records of anyone surviving it." + +He glanced at Max in the distance. "For it to appear here, on someone who isn’t even Champion Rank yet... that’s insanity." + +The tiger masked person tilted his head slightly, his tone calm but edged with something rare—concern. "It’s not insanity. It’s inevitability. Last time I heard a genius from the White Tiger Nation had comprehended the concept of space and triggered the Eclipsing Rift Wraith during his leveling to Mythic Rank. If not for the timely help and means of the Four God Nation, he would have died that day." + +His masked gaze lingered on Max for a moment longer. "If he survives this... then perhaps my earlier suspicion is true, he is truly the third genius in the Star Rank." + +Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace frowned deeply. "You’re saying the boy not only has sword, flames, and lightning... but also space? That’s too much, even for a Star Rank genius." + +"It’s more than that," the old man with the long white beard—the leader of the Bright Buddha Palace—spoke slowly, his voice calm yet heavy. "The Eclipsing Rift Wraith doesn’t appear for those who merely dabble in space. It appears only for those who have already reached the threshold of the third level concept... or those fated to. That kid from the White Tiger Nation was one of the strongest in his generation at that time and from the looks of it, this kid is the same." + +He looked up at the sky again, his normally serene eyes reflecting the swirling, tearing void above. "This will either be his ascension... or his grave." + +--- + +The Eclipsing Rift Wraith loomed in the sky like an omen of the end—its body an amorphous silhouette of swirling void and collapsing horizons, its eyes glowing like distant, dying stars. Around it, rifts tore open and closed again, spitting shards of reality into nothingness. + +From those rifts, gravity twisted, space folded, and black holes blinked into existence for a heartbeat before vanishing. + +Max’s breathing was steady, but his eyes burned—not with fear, but with sharp, deadly intent. In an instant, he activated his Dragon Scales Transformation along with his 800 Draconic Essences. At the same time, four concepts around him roared. Lightning, sword and flames at level 3 concept while the space at level 2 concept. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-952.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-952.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ce4e870 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-952.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 946: Feeling Invincible" +slug: "ch-952" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 952 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1079 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The first move was the wraith’s. A jagged rift split the air before Max, and from within it came a massive, spiraling spear of compressed void energy. + +Max’s form blurred as Lightning Manifestation Armour ignited around him—crackling arcs racing across his black armor, his speed spiking instantly. He side-stepped mid-air, vanishing into a lightning streak, and in the same motion his sword cleaved down in Severing Flow Sword Art, splitting the spear into two halves that dissolved into nothing. + +The wraith responded by twisting space behind him, attempting to crush him between two converging folds of reality. + +Max’s body flashed white-hot—Star Flame Art activated, the weight in his limbs increasing tenfold, forcing his movements to carry unstoppable momentum. His flames burned pure white, radiant like the cores of newborn stars, and with one sweeping slash he unleashed Void Severance Slash, splitting open a massive, stable gap in the spatial folds, forcing the wraith to retreat. + +It roared without sound—a shockwave that shattered the ground for miles—and then rifts all around him spat out countless void spears. + +Max’s eyes narrowed; his sword flickered, becoming nothing but streaks of light—Soul Sword Art unleashed. His blade danced at impossible speed, deflecting and cutting apart every incoming spear, the rapid clashing sounding like a storm of ringing steel. + +Even the wraith’s afterimage-filled movements seemed sluggish before the blinding flurry of strikes. + +But the wraith adapted. Space bent beneath Max’s feet, sucking him toward a spinning black vortex. Without hesitation, he planted his stance, invoking Sky Shattering Sword Art—his aura hardened into Unyielding Sword Art - first move, a blade of sheer will that shattered the gravitational pull in an instant. + +His follow-up, Heaven Defying Sword - second move, cut a perfect, jagged crack through the vortex itself, sending ripples through the void. The wraith recoiled, its form momentarily destabilizing. + +Max’s eyes sharpened. He activated Invincible Sword Domain - third move, the sky around him filling with countless illusory swords, each one vibrating with killing intent. Every sword pointed toward the wraith as he gathered power into a single strike—One Sword - All Conquered. + +The world seemed to still for a moment... and then his blade fell. Space screamed as the wraith was carved through, its void essence spilling apart in pieces. + +But it wasn’t dead. Far from it. The Eclipsing Rift Wraith’s form reassembled in an instant, rifts opening all around Max. Purple-black lightning erupted from them, mixing the destructive force of space with the searing bite of lightning. + +Max gritted his teeth, summoning the Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword. The first form struck—a single upward slash that detonated in a pillar of lightning, cutting apart two rifts. The second form blurred into the third, each strike faster, sharper, and heavier. + +By the seventh form, the sky itself seemed to be drowning in violet arcs. The ninth form fell with a soundless flash—so fast it seemed to happen in the space between moments—splitting the wraith’s body from crown to core. + +The creature howled, its body unraveling, but desperation made it summon one final, massive spatial rift, big enough to engulf the battlefield. Max’s grip tightened on his sword. His flames erupted again—black and star-white intertwined, wrapping the blade as he channeled his last, most devastating art—Crimson Burial Sword Art: Burial of Nine Suns. + +Nine blazing spheres of star-flames flared into existence behind him, each one burning so bright the leaders watching had to shield their eyes. + +With a roar, Max swung his sword, and the nine suns merged into a single, all-consuming wave of death and destruction. The space rift cracked like glass, the wraith’s form splintered and burned, its screams swallowed in the white-black inferno. + +But it wasn’t over. Only a heartbeat after being torn apart, the wraith’s fractured body rippled and knit itself back together, its warped, shimmering form returning to its peak as though nothing had happened. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing in frustration. ’Damn... how am I supposed to kill this thing?’ That thought barely had time to settle before the creature vanished—space bending violently—and reappeared right in front of him, stepping out of a rift like a phantom. + +Max’s instincts screamed. In that split second, the perception granted by his Three Dimensional Body flared, and without hesitation, he drew upon his mastery of space to teleport himself out of the danger zone. + +A sharp whoosh followed as reality folded, flinging him away from the strike. But the wraith was relentless. It blinked into existence again—this time faster—forcing Max to warp space once more to avoid its blade. He escaped, but not without cost; a burning sting bloomed on his upper chest. + +When he glanced down, a shallow yet deep-looking wound gaped there, a clean chunk of flesh simply missing as though carved away from existence. + +’It’s ignoring my defense completely...’ Max realized with a cold shiver that the true danger of this last wraith wasn’t just its speed or power—it was its ability to bypass all protection. There was no room left to hold back. + +Without hesitation, he called upon the Storm King’s Inheritance. Red lightning began to crackle violently across his body, arcs dancing from his fingertips to his shoulders. + +He activated the second form—Extreme Speed—and his body became a blur of unstable energy. But he didn’t stop there. His jaw clenched, his eyes burning with determination as he overstepped the most dangerous rule of the inheritance: he layered the third form—Heaven’s Wraith—on top of it. + +The inheritance had explicitly warned against such recklessness, stating that no expert should activate Heaven’s Wraith while Extreme Speed was running; the combined toll on the body would cripple it after a single use. + +But Max no longer cared. This was life or death, and hesitation was the same as surrender. + +In the next moment, his entire figure blazed in an aura of crimson-red lightning so intense it seemed to tear at the air itself. Each crackle carried a destructive might that could pulverize mountains, and his presence became like a living thunderstorm.𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 + +He extended one hand toward the space wraith, curling his fingers in a beckoning gesture, his lips forming a single word dripping with confidence and challenge. "Come." + +At that moment, Max felt like a force beyond mortal comprehension—Heaven’s Wraith gifting him the raw, annihilating power of lightning while Extreme Speed wrapped him in the unpredictable swiftness of a storm’s strike. Coupled with his mastery of four different concepts at the third level, his aura was nothing short of invincible. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-953.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-953.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0042487 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-953.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 947: Killing the creature" +slug: "ch-953" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 953 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1079 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s entire body was a living tempest, crimson lightning roaring off him in wild arcs, each crackle like the wrathful roar of a storm god. The sheer power radiating from him made the very air shudder, warping from the intensity. + +’Extreme Speed and Heaven’s Wraith... this is what true fusion feels like,’ he thought, eyes locked on the space wraith. + +The creature’s twisted, shifting form seemed to sense the change in him; its shape rippled, edges distorting like shattered glass in water, and then—without warning—it vanished. + +A soundless tear split reality and the wraith emerged in front of him, its claw-like arm slicing through the air with a streak of blinding spatial collapse. + +Max’s Severing Flow Sword Art met it head-on, his blade cutting not at the flesh, but at the intent, flow, and causality of the strike itself. A burst of distorted air and red lightning tore the skies apart, and the two were thrown apart before clashing again in the same breath. + +"Impossible... he’s intercepting its space collapse attacks!" a voice cried from the crowd. + +The wraith’s next move came like death itself—it raised both arms, space around its claws folding inward, birthing two imploding spheres of compressed void energy before hurling them at Max. + +In response, Max invoked Star Flame Art, white flames brighter than any sun flaring from his body, their sheer gravitational pull multiplying the weight of the void spheres until they slammed into the ground far short of him. + +The very earth caved inward like glass under a hammer. + +Not pausing for a heartbeat, the wraith dissolved into a black ripple and reappeared at Max’s blind spot, its limbs morphing into endless spearpoints that stabbed forward from every angle. + +Max’s eyes glinted; his sword flew from his grasp under the Soul Sword Art, becoming an invisible flurry that danced through the air faster than any mortal eye could follow, shattering spear after spear mid-thrust. + +The wraith retaliated with its most savage attack yet—its entire body folding inwards before bursting outward in a spiral of space rifts, each one slicing through reality like serrated blades. + +Max’s lightning concept surged to its third level in full bloom; he activated Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword, each form flowing seamlessly into the next, bolts of purple-red lightning spearing through rift after rift, sealing them one by one. + +But the wraith adapted. With a shiver, it summoned a titanic blade made of compressed dimensions and swung it down, the sheer force threatening to cut the battlefield in half. + +Max responded with Invincible Sword Domain of the Sky Shattering Sword Art, locking the creature’s movements in his oppressive field while unleashing Crimson Burial Sword Art – Burial of Nine Suns overhead. + +Nine blazing suns descended, each wreathed in annihilating black flames, collapsing space around the wraith in a roaring implosion. + +For a heartbeat, silence—then the wraith’s body shattered into a thousand shards of fractured reality. Cheers began to rise—until those shards swirled back together, reforming into its peak state as if nothing had touched it. + +The crowd froze, disbelief and dread clawing at their throats. + +The tiger-masked leader’s voice was low and grave. "It can reform endlessly... unless he strikes it at the very essence of its existence." + +Max’s breathing grew heavy, but his eyes only sharpened. "Fine... essence it is." His body blurred, teleporting alongside the wraith as it teleported, matching its unnatural speed step for step. Red lightning scorched the sky, white star flames warped the battlefield, black flames devoured the edges of reality, and his sword flashed with the cutting power of space itself. + +Every swing was a fusion of his four mastered concepts, every strike a declaration of dominance, and the aftermath of their clash was nothing short of apocalyptic. + +The very sky trembled with each collision, black lightning and crimson starfire tearing through the heavens in waves of destruction. + +Space warped and split open in jagged rends, swallowing chunks of reality before sealing shut with violent snaps. + +Mountains crumbled into rubble under the shockwaves, their once-majestic peaks reduced to clouds of dust that were swept away by the raging storm of their battle. Hills were flattened into cracked wastelands, forests burned into seas of ash as black flames and white starfire devoured every tree in sight, leaving nothing but charred stumps and glowing embers. + +Rivers boiled dry in an instant, their waters flashing into steam as the ground beneath them split apart. + +Wherever they moved, the world itself seemed to collapse under the sheer force of their power, the earth scarred with massive craters and deep ravines. The battlefield became an endless wasteland of ruin—sky, land, and air all shredded by the meeting of ultimate speed, devastating flames, severing space, and world-breaking lightning. + +Even the distant horizon seemed to warp, as if the world could no longer bear the weight of the clash between Max and the space wraith. + +At last, Max gathered everything into one sword attack ’One Sword – All Conquered’. Time seemed to halt. The blade fell—not just through the wraith, but through its very anchor to existence. + +A deafening roar, like the collapse of entire dimensions, rippled through the heavens as the space wraith let out a scream that carried no sound yet shook the souls of all who witnessed it. Its twisted, shifting form began to unravel from the very core of its essence, breaking apart into countless shimmering fragments that scattered like dust caught in an invisible wind. + +Max’s eyes sharpened—he knew this was the moment. Without hesitation, black flames erupted from his body in a tidal wave, surging through the sky until they enveloped the entirety of the wraith’s disintegrating essence. + +"Devour," he commanded inwardly, his will pressing down like a death sentence. The black flames twisted and coiled, consuming every fragment, pulling in the creature’s core existence and erasing it from the world. + +A violent rush of mana exploded inside him, flooding through his meridians like a raging ocean, threatening to tear his body apart from within. Alongside the overwhelming power came a clarity—an intricate understanding of the laws of space itself. + +Countless concepts and truths that had eluded him before now aligned in perfect harmony, and for several long minutes, he stood suspended in the air with eyes closed, absorbing it all. When his gaze finally opened, it was like a void had taken root within them. + +"My space concept... has reached the 3rd level," he murmured, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of his breakthrough. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-954.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-954.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7de21a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-954.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 948: Lotus Bloom" +slug: "ch-954" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 954 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1027 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The raw energy from devouring the four Wraiths of the World churned within him, so immense it felt as though his body might rupture under the pressure. Yet his Unholy Trinity Body held it all in perfect balance, suppressing the chaos, keeping every wisp of power obedient and still—like a predator waiting for the moment to strike. + +"He... he survived the fourth Wraith of the World," someone in the crowd finally whispered, their voice trembling as if saying it out loud made it real. + +"Yeah... and not just survived," another added, eyes wide in disbelief. "He fought it head-on... and won." + +"Four wraiths... four different concepts... all at such a high level... how is that even possible?" a middle-aged expert muttered, clutching his robes like he needed something solid to keep himself from falling. + +"This is insane," a younger disciple said, his voice cracking. "Each wraith alone is enough to wipe out most of the peak powers in the Middle Domain. He’s not just strong—he’s..." + +"...a monster," another finished, swallowing hard. "A monster in human form." + +"Wait—look!" a sharp voice rang out from the left side of the crowd, cutting through the stunned murmurs. Fingers pointed upward. "The clouds... they’re dispersing!" + +Heads turned in unison. The sky, which had been choked in black, oppressive clouds for so long, was finally loosening its grip. The rolling mass was breaking apart, slow at first, then faster, as light began to filter through in fractured beams. + +"By the heavens..." someone gasped. "It’s over." + +"It really is..." another said, almost in awe, like they couldn’t believe the nightmare had ended. + +And yet, despite the dispersing darkness, everyone’s eyes were still on the lone figure in the sky—Max—who stood as if untouched by the impossible storm he had just endured. + +Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace let out a long breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. "Four wraiths... and he overcame all of them," he said slowly, his tone carrying equal parts disbelief and admiration. "In the history of the Middle Domain, this has never happened." + +He added head with a bitter laugh. "I thought I’d seen all kinds of madmen in my life, but this... this boy makes them all look tame. To face four wraiths, each stronger than the last, and still be standing—either he’s insane, or he’s the closest thing to a miracle I’ve ever seen." + +President William’s face was a mask of satisfaction, his lips curling into a smile. "This era... just got interesting," he said, his eyes never leaving Max. "The heavens might have tried to erase him, but instead, they polished him into something far more dangerous." + +Emperor Hermes clenched his fists, the pride in his eyes undisguised. "I thought his survival against the first wraith was already a gift from fate," he admitted. "But now... he’s turned fate into his own weapon." + +The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order stood in silence for a long moment before finally speaking. "To think... four concepts, all at the third level now," he said quietly, his voice carrying a strange mix of solemnity and intrigue. "This boy... if left unchecked, will rewrite the rules of this world." + +Even the old man with the long white beard, the calm and composed leader of the Bright Buddha Palace, allowed a faint smile to tug at his lips. "For one so young to endure such trials and emerge victorious... it is both rare and dangerous," he murmured. "But perhaps... necessary. The peace in the Middle Domain is about to end..." + +Nobody heard his last few words. + +But there were some who weren’t happy with Max’s survival at all. + +Thunder Lord of the Thunder Monarch Hall narrowed his eyes, the faintest trace of a cruel smile curling at his lips. "Survived? Good. That means he’s still breathing for me to kill," he said coldly, his tone dripping with venom. "A genius like that... if allowed to grow, he’ll become a threat to every force here. Best to cut the weed before it becomes a tree." + +The Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower let out a low, humorless chuckle, his gaze sharp and malicious. "Hmph. I can already see it—sooner or later, the entire Middle Domain will be bowing before him if he’s not stopped. But accidents happen... especially to those who stand too high, too fast." His eyes glinted with killing intent as he continued, "And when that fall comes, I’ll make sure it’s a long drop, with no ground to land on." + +Their voices were spoken via voice transmission, yet laced with enough venom to chill the air. + +As if feeling the cold, razor-sharp intent aimed his way, Max’s eyes slowly shifted toward the Thunder Lord of the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower. + +Both men were staring at him—not with admiration, but with a venomous edge that could strip flesh from bone. Their expressions were calm on the surface, but in their gazes burned the kind of malice reserved for enemies one wanted erased from existence. + +’These two...’ Max’s brow furrowed heavily, his instincts screaming a warning. He could sense it—if given the chance, they wouldn’t hesitate to strike him down, regardless of the consequences. + +Just then, Blob’s voice echoed in his mind, calm but laced with an odd satisfaction. "Look at your Divine Path Lotus... You have already bloomed six lotus petals." + +Max blinked and instinctively looked up. Suspended above him, the ethereal lotus swayed gently in the air, its petals glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. And there it was—six distinct petals, each shimmering with a faint law resonance, like ripples spreading through the fabric of reality itself. + +The sight made the surrounding spiritual energy stir in response, as though acknowledging the magnitude of his achievement. + +Even for Max, it was a moment worth pausing for. + +President William’s gaze lingered on the lotus above Max’s head, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of awe. "Six petals... for a first awakening, that’s already beyond extraordinary. The average genius blooms three, perhaps four or five if they’re blessed by fortune. To reach six means his foundation is good." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-955.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-955.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5389664 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-955.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 949: Nine Petals of Divine Path Lotus" +slug: "ch-955" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 955 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1325 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace folded his arms, his expression thoughtful. "If he truly manages to bloom nine petals on the first awakening... then his Divine Path Lotus will reach a state that even some Legend Rank experts could only dream of. It would mean his comprehension, physique, and energy foundation are in perfect harmony." + +The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order tilted his head slightly, his voice calm but weighted with meaning. "Nine petals is not merely a number—it signifies the limit of the first awakening. Anyone who touches that limit has the potential to open the ’True Bloom’ in the second awakening, where each petal gains its own law resonance. That path... is rare enough that perhaps one in a million geniuses have even the chance to walk it." + +President William’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Even so, I want to see it. A nine-petal bloom in the first awakening... That would mark him as one of the supreme geniuses in the history of the Middle Domain."𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 + +The tiger-masked man gave a quiet chuckle. "History? No... he has already stepped into that domain not too long ago." + +Normally, when someone stepped into the Master Rank, the Divine Path Lotus phenomenon would manifest—a grand and unmistakable sign that one had truly entered the realm of experts in the Middle Domain. + +It was more than just a spectacle; it was a mark that the expert had crossed an invisible threshold, their very existence acknowledged by the laws of the world. + +The first appearance of the Divine Path Lotus was always the most crucial, for it was directly tied to the potential of a person’s talent and future achievements. + +Over the course of thousands of years, countless geniuses had stood beneath its glow, and so the people of the Middle Domain had come to understand its significance well. The number of petals that bloomed upon the Divine Path Lotus dictated how the world would see you. + +Five petals meant an average talent—someone who could stand among experts but would rarely shake the world. + +Six petals placed one among the ranks of geniuses, the kind whose names would echo for decades. + +Seven petals was a mark reserved only for super geniuses, beings whose talent could be compared to the Heaven Grade, destined to command both respect and fear. + +Eight petals signified not just talent, but great fate—those chosen by destiny itself. And the ninth petal... that was something far rarer, the mark of a once-in-a-generation prodigy whose very existence could alter the course of history. + +For most experts, five petals were all they could hope for during their first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon, with a fortunate few reaching six. + +The peak geniuses of the Middle Domain—those hailed as the brightest stars—were known to bloom seven petals, though records existed of rare individuals who had pushed it to eight. + +In recent times, only one man had achieved that feat—Lucien, whose first Divine Path Lotus had opened eight radiant petals, solidifying his place as the greatest genius of the era. + +Just as everyone’s hearts began to settle after witnessing the chaos of the four Wraiths of the World, their gazes were inevitably drawn upward once more—to the phenomenon that still hung high above Max. + +The Divine Path Lotus floated there in all its brilliance, each petal glimmering with a mystical radiance, its light washing over the battlefield like ripples in a golden sea. + +Six petals already shone proudly, their curves flawless, their veins traced with threads of divine light, while the seventh was only half-open, trembling faintly as though gathering strength for its final flourish. + +The air grew still, heavy with a pressure that came not from killing intent but from the sheer significance of what they were witnessing. Then—slowly, gracefully—the seventh petal unfurled, revealing its full beauty, and in that moment, a soft but awe-inspiring hum echoed through the heavens. Gasps broke out across the field. + +"Seven... seven petals..." one expert muttered, his voice shaking. + +"That’s Heaven Grade talent... a true super genius!" another exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. + +"This alone places him among the strongest of his generation," someone else added, almost reverently. + +The golden brilliance from the Divine Path Lotus bathed the entire battlefield, and as the seventh petal unfurled, the leaders of the major forces exchanged glances—each carrying their own thoughts. + +President William’s voice broke the silence first, deep and deliberate. "Seven petals... so it wasn’t a coincidence. This boy’s foundation is terrifying." + +Palace Master Howard of the Absolute Sword Palace narrowed his eyes, his tone edged with both awe and caution. "He’s already a star grade talent... that alone will make the world turn its eyes toward him." + +The tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order let out a low hum. "Hmph... Heaven Grade? No, he is a Star Grade genius for sure.." + +But then the glow intensified, the petals trembling again, and as the eighth petal began to push outward, the leaders’ expressions shifted in unison—some to disbelief, some to grim understanding. + +The tiger-masked leader’s voice turned sharper. "Eight...? In recent history, only Lucien managed that in his first awakening. This boy... could match Lucien?" + +Palace Master Howard’s brows drew tight. "If he blooms eight, he has great fate meaning..." He didn’t say those words but glanced coldly at Thunder Lord and Tower Lord as a warning. + +The Bright Buddha Palace’s leader closed his eyes briefly, murmuring, "Eight petals... in the same generation as Lucien. This era will be anything but peaceful." + +Emperor Hermes, however, didn’t speak again—he simply smiled faintly, though deep within his gaze was a storm that no one could read. + +"No... impossible..." a expert whispered, clutching his robes. + +"He’s... he’s going for eight?!" someone cried, their voice cracking. + +"In recent history, only Lucien ever bloomed eight in his first Divine Path Lotus! And now... another one?" + +All eyes were locked on the lotus as the eighth petal pushed outward, bathed in an ethereal light that seemed to pierce straight through the soul. Slowly but surely, it unfolded in full glory, its golden sheen brighter than the rest, radiating a presence so pure and overwhelming that for a moment, everyone forgot to breathe. Murmurs turned into roars of disbelief. + +"He... did it... eight petals... in his first awakening..." + +"This is beyond monstrous... two people in one era?!" + +"Lucien has a rival now... maybe even more than a rival..." + +Up above, the Divine Path Lotus gleamed with eight open petals, each one radiating divine brilliance, while Max stood beneath it, his expression calm yet his very presence pressing down on the hearts of all who looked his way. + +In that instant, every expert present understood—they were witnessing the birth of someone who could stand at the very peak of the Middle Domain, someone destined to shake the entire world. + +Both the Thunder Lord of the Thunder Monarch Hall and the Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower stood stiff, their gazes locked on the Divine Path Lotus above Max’s head. The eighth petal’s slow, inevitable bloom felt like a dagger twisting in their chests. + +The more Max shone, the heavier the pressure inside them became—like each petal was stripping away their sense of control over the future. The sight of the eighth petal fully unfurling hit them like a thunderclap. Their expressions twisted, eyes narrowing sharply, jaws clenching as they exchanged a brief, grim look. + +They didn’t need to say it aloud—they both understood the weight behind the ancient phrase: "Eight petals signifies great fate." And great fate... meant that no matter how they schemed, this boy was destined to become a towering existence in the Middle Domain, one they could neither ignore nor easily erase. + +For the first time, the two ruthless lords felt an unease gnawing at the edges of their pride, a silent acknowledgment that the longer Max lived, the more dangerous he would become—not just to their ambitions, but to the very balance of power they enjoyed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-956.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-956.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..10a421a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-956.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 950: Freya’s Claim" +slug: "ch-956" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 956 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1066 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Somewhere deep within the heart of the Middle Domain, far from the clamor of the cities, a colossal headless statue loomed over the land like a silent guardian. Its sheer size rivaled that of the tallest skyscrapers, its surface weathered and ancient, whispering of a history long forgotten. Within its hollow chest, an immense chamber stretched like a throne room of giants. + +Eight figures sat in a loose circle, each one emanating an aura so heavy and oppressive that even the walls seemed to hum under the weight of their presence. + +Their mere existence distorted the air, warping it with power that defied mortal comprehension. + +And if Max had been there, his eyes would have widened instantly in recognition—two of them were none other than Lucien and Freya. + +One of the figures, a towering man with broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and a thick beard that gave him the fierce air of a Viking warlord, leaned forward with a sneer curling his lips. "Lucien... another one has appeared in this world who bloomed eight lotus petals in their first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon." His voice was deep and laced with disdain, like a war drum echoing in a cavern. "Seems you’re not as special as I thought you to be."𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 + +Lucien, however, didn’t even flinch. Reclining comfortably in his chair, a pair of sleek VR glasses rested on his face as his fingers made quick, precise motions—he was still immersed in whatever virtual game he was playing. His youthful appearance—barely that of a fifteen-year-old—stood in stark contrast to the other seven figures whose presences reeked of age, wisdom, and danger. Among them, he looked almost absurdly out of place, like a child among gods. + +Without looking up, he replied with a faint smile. "What’s there to be surprised about, Verenor? The world is full of geniuses. There will always be those who surpass me, surpass you, surpass everyone here. The next generation will always grow stronger than the last." + +A melodic but sharp voice cut through the chamber. One of the two women besides Freya leaned forward, her long purple hair cascading like silk over her shoulders. Her beauty was sharp enough to unsettle the heart, her eyes glimmering with both allure and curiosity. + +"Tell me, Lucien... are you truly a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy? Or the reincarnation of some ancient monster?" Her tone was playful, yet her words probed like a dagger. "How is it that you’re always so calm about everything... and every answer you give sounds like it’s been tempered by centuries, not the mind of a teenager?" + +Lucien only gave a small shrug, neither confirming nor denying, his expression unreadable beneath the VR visor. He didn’t dignify the question with an answer, instead turning his head toward Freya, who was quietly scrolling through glowing streams of data on her holowatch, her expression composed as always. + +"Looks like you were right," Lucien said casually. "Your brother... really is a genius." + +"Her brother? Wait—wait—wait!" A sharp voice cut through the quiet hum of the chamber, shattering the stillness like a blade against steel. + +The speaker was a man with striking yellow hair, his back straight and his sword strapped securely across his shoulder. His name was Damian, and his eyes were wide with disbelief as he turned from Lucien to Freya, looking for any hint of denial. "Are you telling me... that Max is Freya’s brother?" + +His tone carried both shock and urgency, as if the words themselves were too absurd to leave hanging in the air without confirmation. His gaze darted toward the other members seated in the chamber, but all he received in return were faint shrugs and questioning looks. None of them seemed to know this piece of information either. + +Freya, however, didn’t bother answering him directly. Instead, she shifted her attention to Lucien, her eyes calm yet sharp. "My brother is indeed a genius," she said, her voice unwavering and deliberate. "And just so everyone here knows... nobody in this entire world can compare to him. Not me. Not you, Lucien. And certainly not Mark." + +Her words landed like the strike of a hammer on iron—firm, undeniable, and carrying a weight that made the air in the chamber subtly change. + +Lucien’s brow rose slightly, his attention finally peeling away from his VR game. For someone like him, who rarely showed surprise, the flicker of intrigue on his face was telling. That Freya would openly place Max above not only herself but also above him and Mark—the two most feared prodigies of the current era—was not something to take lightly. + +Although he had met Max himself and understood that he was a rare genius, to praise his talent above him and Mark also surprised him. + +"What?!" Damian’s voice cracked with incredulity, his disbelief bleeding into his words. "How could this be possible? If he truly has the kind of talent you claim, then he should already be standing at the peak of this world—just like Lucien... and Mark. Instead, he’s only at the peak of Master Rank!" His words carried the same doubt that had now etched itself into the expressions of several others in the chamber. + +Even Verenor, the broad-shouldered Viking-like man, looked momentarily taken aback. He had served under Freya’s command for years, long enough to know her character inside and out. She was not one to speak without reason. She never exaggerated, never gave praise unless it was earned beyond question. + +For her to declare Max’s talent as greater than anyone’s—including Lucien’s and Mark’s—made the statement hit with far more force. Verenor’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her, the shock visible in the tight set of his jaw. + +Freya, however, only smiled—a slow, sweet curve of her lips that somehow felt both reassuring and dangerous. "It’s only a matter of time before you’ll understand what I mean," she said, her tone carrying the confidence of someone who could already see the truth others were still blind to. + +"Oh, and let’s hope you realize it before we completely repair the ascension tunnel of this planet." Her gaze swept briefly across the chamber, lingering on each of them, as if silently challenging them to remember her words when the time came. She leaned back slightly in her chair, her smile deepening. "But... you won’t have to wait too long. You’ll get a sneak peek of what I mean soon enough." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-957.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-957.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..039978f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-957.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 951: Achieving the Impossible" +slug: "ch-957" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 957 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1196 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The shock from Max’s eighth lotus petal had barely begun to settle when a sharp, excited voice broke through the crowd. "Hey—look! After the bloom of the eighth lotus petal... the Divine Path Lotus hasn’t disappeared yet. Could this be...? + +The words drew immediate attention like a spark in dry grass. Heads snapped toward the phenomenon in the sky, eyes widening as they realized the speaker was right—there was no sign of the Divine Path Lotus fading away. + +The petals still shimmered, radiant and steady, as if they had no intention of leaving. Murmurs erupted instantly, the disbelief spreading through the masses like wildfire. + +"How... how is that possible?" Thunder Lord’s voice was unusually unsteady, the composure of the hall’s master cracking as he stared upward. + +"Don’t be too shocked," the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Tower interjected, his tone calm but his eyes burning with an almost predatory gleam. "You should know this already—unless all the petals bloom, the Divine Path Lotus will not disappear. And from the looks of it... Max’s lotus is of that kind." + +"Impossible!" Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower’s denial was immediate, his voice ringing with disbelief and a hint of desperation. "There has never been anyone in history to bloom the ninth petal on their first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon. Never! How could there suddenly be one now?" + +The tiger-masked man gave a cold sneer. "Believe it or not, you will know soon enough." + +Around them, the other leaders exchanged subtle, loaded glances. Their expressions ranged from cautious intrigue to genuine anticipation, each one silently acknowledging the rarity of what they might be witnessing. + +Even the usually composed Palace Master Howard of Absolute Sword Palace leaned forward ever so slightly, his attention fixed completely on the heavenly lotus. + +The air grew heavy as the entire gathering collectively held its breath. All eyes locked on the Divine Path Lotus, the anticipation so thick it felt as though time itself had slowed. They knew—the more petals one had, the slower the next would bloom. From the eighth to the ninth, the wait could stretch unbearably long. + +Minutes crawled into hours. The sun shifted across the sky, shadows lengthening, but no one moved, no one dared to look away. The lotus remained there, suspended in the heavens like an unfulfilled promise, each second tightening the coil of tension in their chests. + +Then—at last—the Divine Path Lotus quivered, a delicate tremor that seemed to ripple through the very air. Gasps echoed through the crowd as the tightly closed bud at its heart began to stir. Slowly, almost reverently, the final petal unfolded, its edges glowing with an ethereal light.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 + +It spread wider and wider until it was in full bloom—the ninth lotus petal, flawless and radiant, had emerged for all to see. The moment was so monumental, so unreal, that the crowd stood frozen, their eyes wide, their minds struggling to grasp the reality before them. + +Everyone was shocked—truly shocked this time. If everything they had seen before was already rare, then what had just unfolded before their eyes was nothing short of a once-in-a-lifetime miracle. + +For generations, tales of the ninth lotus petal had existed only as a topic of idle speculation, a mythical possibility spoken of in hushed tones and fanciful theories. In the entire recorded history of the world of Acaris, no one had ever bloomed the ninth lotus petal in their first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon. + +People knew of its existence in theory simply because, after eight petals, there would logically be a ninth—but it had always been nothing more than an untouchable dream, an unbroken record across countless millennia. + +And yet, here and now, before their very eyes, Max had done the impossible. The ninth petal had bloomed in all its glory, dazzling under the heavens as if mocking the limits they once believed unbreakable. + +"This... this makes Max the genius with the greatest potential in the entire Middle Domain—no... in the entire world of Acaris," the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Tower said, his normally cold and composed tone carrying an undeniable weight. "He alone stands as the one who has achieved the ninth petal in the Divine Path Lotus phenomenon." Even he, a man who had seen countless prodigies rise and fall, felt a strange sense of fortune for having chosen to come here the moment he sensed the descent of the Wraith of the World. + +"Hahaha! This is good... This is very good!" Emperor Hermes burst into wild laughter, his voice booming like thunder as he imagined the possibilities. In his mind, he could already see the Great Ruler Empire crushing all competition and claiming absolute victory in the next Heaven Mandate Grand Tournament. + +"Brother Hermes, this is indeed a joyous occasion!" Guild Master Orion of the Eternal Sun Guild added with a hearty laugh, sharing in the emperor’s unrestrained delight. + +Palace Master Howard of Absolute Sword Palace allowed himself a light smile. Though Max did not belong to his force, the sight still filled him with relief. A man like Max, if not an ally, could be a devastating enemy. Fortunately, the way things stood now, he saw opportunities for alliance in the future—opportunities he intended to grasp. + +President William of the Hunter Association also wore a smile, though his carried a smugness that none of the others possessed. After all, out of everyone here, he had been the first to recognize Max’s potential and appoint him as a guest elder of the Hunter Association. That decision, he felt now more than ever, was the single greatest move he had ever made in his life. + +Only the old man with the long beard, the leader of the Bright Buddha Palace, remained still as stone, his eyes closed as though he were meditating—or perhaps retreating into a place far beyond the present moment. + +Then, in a voice barely more than a whisper, he murmured, "It isn’t far away... it isn’t far away... it isn’t far away," repeating the words like an old, senile man who had long since lost his tether to the world around him. + +His tone was neither joyous nor sorrowful, but carried a strange weight, as if those words were meant not for the ears of the living, but for something unseen, waiting in the distance. + +And then, just as the crowd continued to bask in the unprecedented glory of Max blooming the ninth petal, the Divine Path Lotus began to shimmer faintly, its radiant form losing its solidity. + +Slowly, like mist under the morning sun, it faded away into nothingness, taking with it the awe-inspiring vision that had held the world captive. The air seemed to grow heavier for a moment, as if marking the end of something extraordinary—only for that weight to shift instantly into something else entirely. + +A deep, thunderous pulse of energy erupted from Max’s body, a shockwave so potent that the very ground trembled and the air cracked with invisible pressure. The atmosphere around him warped, his aura no longer that of a mere Master Rank cultivator. This was sharper, deeper, and infinitely heavier. + +Max had crossed the threshold. He had stepped into the Champion Rank. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-958.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-958.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8002e3f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-958.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 952: End of the gathering" +slug: "ch-958" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 958 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1029 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 1 of Champion Rank.] + +The notification flashed before Max’s eyes, and a faint, satisfied smile tugged at his lips. His advancement had been expected, but he knew—this wasn’t the end. His instincts told him there was more, and sure enough, only a heartbeat later, a relentless flood of notifications began to fill his vision in rapid succession. + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 2 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 3 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 4 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 5 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 6 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 7 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 8 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 9 of Champion Rank.] + +[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to level 10 of Champion Rank.] + +The final notification lingered for a moment, its golden glow reflecting faintly in Max’s eyes. "Directly leveling to peak of Champion Rank? Good." He chuckled, his voice low but brimming with satisfaction. It wasn’t surprising—when he had left the secret domain, the vast amount of mana he’d absorbed should have been enough to push him up three or four levels. But now, after devouring the essence of the four Wraiths of the World, the result was inevitable. + +Around him, the crowd erupted in disbelief, their voices overlapping in a chaotic mixture of awe and shock. + +"He leveled up all the way to the peak of Champion Rank... what a monster!" someone muttered, their tone carrying both fear and admiration. + +"This is insane! Nobody levels up this fast," another exclaimed, as if trying to convince themselves it was real. + +"Well... he is now the genius with the most potential in the entire world," one person added, their voice half in resignation, half in reverence. "If anyone could do something like this, I suppose it would be him." + +Gasps, murmurs, and stunned silence rippled through the gathered crowd. To witness a jump from the first step of Champion Rank to its peak in the span of mere breaths was beyond anything they had ever imagined possible—and yet, standing before them, Max made it look almost natural. + +"Kid, you’ve already attracted the attention of almost all the old monsters in the Middle Domain. Don’t do anything reckless for now." Blob’s deep, caution-laden voice rang inside Max’s mind, and immediately, his senses sharpened, the weight of the words making him more vigilant. + +"I know," Max replied silently, acknowledging the warning. With a steady breath, he descended from the sky, his figure gliding down with quiet control before he turned and flew toward the spot where the gathered geniuses of the Great Ruler Empire stood waiting. + +"Haha, you did it, Max!" Emperor Hermes greeted him with open admiration, his eyes gleaming with pride. Yet, even as he praised him, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, as though no matter what words he chose, they would never be enough to match what Max had achieved. + +"Thanks, Emperor," Max said respectfully, bowing deeply. + +But before the bow could be completed, Emperor Hermes stepped forward and caught him by the shoulders, lifting him back upright. + +"Don’t bow to me," he said firmly, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "You are now the genius with the greatest potential in the entire world of Acaris. Even the so-called prodigies of the Four God Nations pale in comparison. In such a situation... who am I to accept a bow from you?" + +Max offered a faint smile, saying nothing further, though inside, he couldn’t deny the truth in the Emperor’s words. Blob had already explained everything about the Divine Path Lotus—how blooming the ninth petal in one’s first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon was something that had never happened in the entire recorded history of Acaris. No being, no matter how legendary, had ever achieved it. + +The thought alone was enough to crown him as perhaps the most extraordinary genius the world had ever seen. Yet, to Max, it felt excessive, almost too much. More than the glory, it brought an overwhelming level of attention—attention he hadn’t sought but now couldn’t avoid. + +Still, there was nothing he could do about it. + +The grand gathering at the front of the secret domain’s opening, which had long since lost its original purpose, began to fade to an end. The real event—the return of the geniuses—had already concluded when the secret domain closed. But because of the shockwaves caused by Max’s Wraith of the World tribulations and the historic blooming of the ninth lotus petal, no one had been willing to leave. + +Now, however, with the last of the spectacle concluded, people began to drift away, their eyes still lingering on Max as though they were leaving behind the memory of a living legend in the making. + +"President William, Brother Orion, Palace Master Howard, I will take my leave," Emperor Hermes said with a calm smile, his tone carrying both formality and satisfaction. His gaze swept over them with polite acknowledgment before shifting briefly to the tiger-masked figure of the Obsidian Order. + +Hermes offered him a small nod—he would have called him by name if he’d known how to address him, but the mysterious leader’s identity was something even he dared not guess aloud. + +With that, Hermes gestured for his people, and the gathered geniuses of the Great Ruler Empire, along with their elders, boarded a sleek void shuttle. In the next moment, the vessel shimmered, its outline blurring into nothingness as it tore through space, vanishing into the skies. + +The other major forces, seeing the departure, began to follow suit. One after another, ships, flying beasts, and teleportation arrays flared into life, carrying away the representatives of their respective powers. The hum of departing energy filled the air until the once-crowded gathering ground began to empty. + +Eventually, the grand assembly was reduced to just three forces still standing—Thunder Monarch Hall, Void Soul Tower, and Mountain Gods Valley. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-959.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-959.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d3038c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-959.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 953: Scheme of the three forces" +slug: "ch-959" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 959 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1015 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The silence between them was heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken grudges, until finally, the Thunder Lord broke it. "What should we do with Max?" His voice was steady, but his eyes carried a sharp, calculating glint. + +"What’s there to discuss?" the Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower snapped, his jaw tight, voice laced with venom. "He killed so many of our geniuses. One of them—a Heaven Rank genius—was the pride of my tower. I must kill him." The words were ground out between clenched teeth, the hatred in his eyes so deep it seemed to burn from the inside. + +Thunder Lord’s gaze hardened. "Kill him? It’s easier said than done. Now that his potential has been laid bare for the entire Middle Domain to see, Hermes will guard him like a treasure. Max won’t be allowed to stray far from his protection. Killing him now has become... extremely difficult." + +He paused, his tone turning grave. "And don’t forget—he’s also a guest elder of the Hunter Association. With their backing, killing him outright is nearly impossible... unless you’re willing to face the wrath of the entire Hunter Association." + +The Tower Lord’s mouth tightened. He already knew all of this, but the truth didn’t soothe the roaring fire inside him. The desire for revenge eclipsed reason, drowning him in a hatred so deep that logic and consequences felt meaningless. He was willing to stake everything—his position, his life, his entire force—if it meant seeing Max destroyed. + +"I have a plan." + +The words cut into the tension like a blade, drawing both men’s attention to the third figure—Dorion, the Valley Master of the Mountain Gods Valley. He had been silent until now, his arms folded loosely, his posture relaxed as though he were merely an observer. + +The Tower Lord turned toward him almost instantly. "What plan, Dorion?" he demanded, hope and eagerness flashing through his expression. + +A faint, almost predatory smile tugged at Dorion’s lips as he spoke. "I heard from some of the geniuses that Max was asking around for the location of an elf... more precisely, a Dark Elf, inside the secret domain." + +"A dark elf?" Tower Lord Mathew of the Void Soul Tower narrowed his eyes, his tone dripping with suspicion. "There is indeed one dark elf who entered the secret domain... and not just any wanderer—it was part of a special cohort team from one of my own forces." His gaze sharpened, already piecing connections together in his mind. + +"Do you know that dark elf, Mathew?" Dorion asked, his voice calm but with an underlying edge, as if he already suspected the answer.𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 + +Mathew gave a slow, deliberate nod. "If I am not mistaken, that dark elf belongs to one of the subordinate forces under my Void Soul Tower. That particular branch only recruits geniuses from other races—elves, beastkin, and other rare bloodlines. From what I recall, this dark elf joined our ranks... roughly half a year ago." + +"Half a year ago?" Dorion repeated, his lips curling into a cold sneer. "That’s not too long at all..." His eyes slid toward both Mathew and the Thunder Lord, a dangerous gleam flashing within them. "How about we do this... We leak the location of the dark elf and then..." + +For a moment, silence reigned, the weight of his suggestion settling like a dark cloud between them. Then, as the implications sank in, both the Thunder Lord and Mathew’s expressions twisted into something far crueler. + +Slow, dark laughter spilled from their throats, low and menacing, like predators who had just caught the scent of fresh prey. + +*** + +"Max, come to my office after this." Lyra’s voice rang clearly in Max’s mind the moment the void shuttle touched down in the Great Ruler Empire. + +"Alright," Max replied calmly through spiritual transmission. + +The shuttle descended smoothly, and soon everyone stepped out into the crisp air of the capital. Emperor Hermes stood at the forefront, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gathered geniuses. His eyes lingered for a moment, silently counting, and his expression barely shifted when he noted the missing numbers—several faces absent, never to return. + +"A lot of your brothers and sisters have died in the secret domain," Hermes spoke, his voice even, devoid of unnecessary sympathy. "But you must not dwell on them. This world is ruled by the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest. They gambled their lives in the secret domain and lost. Whether you call it fate, destiny, or misfortune, the outcome is the same." His words carried the cold weight of truth, each syllable meant to harden rather than comfort. + +He paused briefly before adding, "What matters now is that you are alive. And as long as you breathe, your path stretches far ahead of you." + +His gaze swept across them once more, assessing, measuring, and then dismissing. "You are all dismissed." + +The geniuses began to disperse, some chatting in hushed voices, others moving in silence with grim faces. Max turned to leave with the rest, but before he could take more than a few steps, Hermes’ voice reached his mind again. "You wait here for now." + +Max exhaled quietly and stayed in place. One by one, the rest departed, until even the elders of the Great Ruler Empire withdrew, leaving only the Emperor and Max standing in the vast courtyard. + +"I will assign your status directly to the rank of a Heaven Grade genius," Hermes said without hesitation, his tone carrying finality. "You’ve more than earned it for our empire." + +"Thanks, Emperor," Max replied, giving a respectful nod. + +Hermes studied him for a moment, then spoke again, his voice more deliberate. "So... what are your plans?" He leaned back slightly, hands clasped behind him. "I’ll be honest—if it were up to me, I’d prefer to keep you within the borders of the Great Ruler Empire for now. Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower will be watching for a chance to strike. But I know I can’t restrain a genius like you. So at the very least... I want to hear what you intend to do next." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-96.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-96.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..88d1bb4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-96.md @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 96: Chaos in the Central City -7" +slug: "ch-96" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 96 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"Damn, you truly are something else," Five muttered, still feeling the shock of the day. He had come to understand what merging two auras really meant. It was harder than it seemed. + +First, most people wouldn’t spend their time comprehending a second aura after already mastering their first. Even if they did, in most cases, they would fail to comprehend a second aura. + +However, there were still instances where some learned a second type of aura, but that was as far as it went. They would either focus on the first one or completely abandon one after finding it impossible to balance both. + +Humans had limited time, and they could only focus on one thing at a time. + +Therefore, in such a situation, very few people would even think about comprehending another aura, let alone merging two of them. + +"How did you pull it off?" Five asked, his curiosity piqued. "Comprehending Sword Aura is already next to impossible, and you went beyond that—not only learning Flame Aura but even managing to merge the two. Tell me, how did you do it?" + +Max smiled, pointing the blade at him. "Let’s just say I have a lot of free time to think and practice." + +Five nodded and smiled. "Well then, show me the true strength of two auras merged together."𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺 + +Max glanced at the ever-changing glow of his sword. "The two auras haven’t been perfectly merged yet. What I did was superimpose Flame Aura on top of Sword Aura." + +With those words, he shot off, rocketing toward Five. + +"Come!" Five laughed excitedly as he swung his sword. + +Max arrived before him and met the attack with his own sword. + +Clang! + +He was instantly sent flying back, but there was a smile on his face. + +"Again!" he shouted and flew toward Five, his sword hacking downward, sending arcs of blue and red slashes at him. + +Five smiled and swung his sword in a straight line. + +A straight arc of red light released from his sword, instantly destroying Max’s two arcs of slashes. Even after destroying them, the straight arc of light continued toward Max. + +Max quickly used the Ten Directional Shields skill, and a red hexagonal shield appeared in front of him. + +Bang! + +The red arc of light collided with his shield and shattered it completely. + +Max quickly formed another hexagonal shield, which finally managed to block the red arc of light before it disintegrated into nothingness. + +After that, Max concentrated on his sword and recalled the Intermediate Sword Arts skill. He had mastered it to the Rank of Limitbreaker, so he understood that no matter how basic a skill might be, a Limitbreaker-ranked skill would surely be powerful. + +He positioned himself in a stabbing form, his sword aimed directly at Five’s heart. + +"Are you really using basic sword moves? Haven’t you learned any sword techniques?" Five asked, his tone a little disappointed. + +Max didn’t reply, his entire focus on the sword. + +A moment later, he turned to Five and attacked with a simple stab of his sword. + +Five smiled and responded with an attack of his own. He swung his sword horizontally in a wide arc to block, and while he did block Max’s sword, the power behind the attack was so great that he was pushed back several meters in the air. + +"How can a basic sword move be this powerful?" Five asked, turning to Max, his expression incredulous. + +Max smiled and once again attacked, this time with a simple cut. + +Five’s expression turned serious as he also attacked with a cut. + +Clang! + +Both their swords collided, and this time they were at a complete stalemate. Their swords released sparks as they stood close to each other, but neither was pushed back. + +"It’s really unsettling to see someone standing toe to toe with a Level 3 Apprentice Rank, a Level 1 Sword Aura, and basic sword moves against someone at Level 7 Adept Rank," Five said, smiling. His expression turned wild. "But I guess I should stop holding back." + +With those words, the red aura around his sword began to glow even more intensely. Almost instantly, Max felt a sharp pressure acting on him. His sword began to tremble, and before he could react, he found his body rocketing toward the ground. + +Bang! + +In no time, he crashed, creating a small crater. + +’Was he holding back the entire time?’ Max wondered as he lay on the ground. + +He slowly stood up, his clothes dirty and torn here and there, but aside from that, he was completely fine. The protection of five Dragon Scales had been enough to shield him from this kind of fall damage. + +’I need to up my attack power,’ Max mused, using the Abyssal Coating skill. + +Instantly, his hands turned pitch black up to his elbows. Even his sword was covered in a layer of black, but it was barely visible due to the ever-changing glow of red and blue on the surface of the sword. + +’The Abyssal Coating skill can absorb any rebound force and nullify any form of attack,’ Max recalled the skill’s description and turned his attention toward Five. + +"Come," Max said, smiling. + +Five smiled and slowly landed in front of him. + +"Take my sword!" he said, swinging his sword down. + +Max’s expression turned serious as he attacked with an upward swing of his sword. + +Clang! + +The clash of blades rang out like thunder, sending a powerful shockwave rippling outward from the point of impact. Despite the sheer force behind the strike, neither Max nor Five was pushed back—they stood firm, locked in a battle of strength and skill. + +Yet, a closer look revealed the strain Max endured. The ground beneath his feet began to crack and fracture, thin lines spiderwebbing outward as if the very earth struggled to bear the weight of their clash. + +"I don’t know what skill you used, but it won’t breach the gap between our strength," Five said, pulling his sword back and swinging it down again. + +Not willing to back down, Max did the same. + +Clang! + +This time, Max was pushed back several steps. + +"Again!" Using the Phantom Dash skill, Max’s figure doubled, tripled, quadrupled, and finally ten of him appeared beside him, all attacking Five. + +"It doesn’t matter how many of you there are," Five laughed wildly as he swung his sword horizontally, sending a wide arc of red light flying toward them. + +Seeing that, Max combined the speed of the Dash, Super Dash, and Phantom Dash skills and arrived before Five just after he released his red arc of attack. + +He swung his sword down at him. + +But Five seemed to have anticipated the attack and countered with his own, his sword glowing with deep red aura. + +Boom! + +This time, Max was blasted into the sky, and all his phantoms were destroyed by the red arc of light. + +He stood there in the sky for a moment pondering the entire battle with Five. + +’I am no match for him,’ Max realized. Even though he had yet to use some of his cards, he didn’t believe Five hadn’t been holding back. + +Most importantly, Max felt like he was wasting his time here, fighting him instead of looking for other hunters. + +"I guess this is it. No matter what skill I use, or what trickery I try, I am no match for you," Max said, accepting defeat. + +Five frowned upon hearing him, his expression darkening. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-960.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-960.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ce2a41 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-960.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 954: Token for the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain" +slug: "ch-960" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 960 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1104 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max lowered his gaze for a moment, thinking. His answer was measured but firm. "I plan to look for someone. For that, I’ll head to the Obsidian Order. Once that matter is settled... I’ll go to the Abyssal Stairs to test my strength." + +"Abyssal Stairs?" Emperor Hermes frowned deeply, the weight of his voice making the air around them feel heavier. "I think that place has become useless for the current you. Tell me—what is your combat power right now?" + +Max didn’t hesitate. "I can deal with early levels of Mythic Rank experts easily," he said plainly. "Don’t know about the mid and late levels though." + +Hermes clicked his tongue in disbelief, the sound sharp in the stillness. "Tch... then yes, the Abyssal Stairs is meaningless for you now. That place is only worth anything for geniuses still within the scope of the Legend Rank. Your strength is clearly beyond that, far into a realm those stairs can’t temper any further." His tone held both admiration and a hint of exasperation, as though Max’s growth had outpaced even his expectations. + +Max nodded slowly. He already understood this truth himself. But aside from the Abyssal Stairs, there was no other place he could think of where he could train under real pressure and hone his edge. + +"Take this." Hermes’ voice cut into his thoughts, and with a flick of his wrist, a small object glinted in the air before falling into Max’s waiting palm. It was a hexagonal-shaped token, smooth yet carrying an ancient weight, with the single word ’Lord’ engraved in bold strokes at the top. + +Max turned the token over in his hand, feeling a strange pulse of power from it. His brows furrowed in confusion. "This is?" he asked, his gaze snapping to Hermes. + +A small, knowing smile curved the Emperor’s lips. "This... is one of the treasures I’ve kept hidden for decades. Even my closest advisors don’t know I possess it." His eyes locked on Max’s. "It is the token to enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain." + +Max froze, his pupils shrinking. The name alone was enough to shake his composure. "The... Heavenly Lord Secret Domain?" he repeated, his voice filled with shock. He knew exactly what that meant—every expert in the Middle Domain did. + +The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain wasn’t just any training ground—it was the most dangerous and rewarding secret domain in the entire world of Acaris. + +Just holding the token, Max felt as if the weight in his hand wasn’t metal, but fate itself. + +"Thank you, Emperor," Max said, his voice steady but sincere, the gravity of this gift pressing heavily in his chest. + +"There’s no need to thank me," Hermes replied, his tone calm but his gaze sharp. He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly. "Instead, listen carefully. I’ll tell you what you must know before stepping into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain." + +Emperor Hermes’ tone grew heavier as he began to explain, his eyes locking firmly on Max’s. "The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain is not a place for the unprepared. It is a battlefield reserved only for Mythic Rank geniuses, and even then, only for those under the age of a hundred. That limitation alone keeps the competition fierce—and deadly. The moment you step inside, you must understand this... there will be experts at all ten levels of the Mythic Rank waiting within, and every single one of them will be there for the same reason you are—to seize the opportunities that can change their fate." + +He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate cadence. "Its opening is not fixed to any schedule. The token I gave you will signal you when the time comes. Etched within it is a teleportation rune. Once activated, it will pull you directly into the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain’s entrance. That rune is your key... and your lifeline." + +Pausing for a moment, his expression hardened. "There are things I cannot tell you about the place—things that can only be understood when you see them yourself. But remember this... if you truly perform well there, there is a chance—however slim—that you could ascend to the legendary Divine Realm." + +Max’s eyes widened at the words. "Divine Realm?" The thought alone sent a ripple of excitement through him. That realm was the dream of countless experts across the Middle Domain—an entirely different plane of existence, a higher world where true immortality and supreme power awaited. "You mean the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain can actually allow someone to ascend there?" + +A faint smile touched Hermes’ lips. "It isn’t called the number one secret domain of the Middle Domain for nothing. Its depths hide trials that even the greatest of geniuses fear, but those same trials can forge a path to the heavens." + +Max’s voice held a trace of curiosity now. "Has there been anyone who actually ascended to the Divine Realm with its help?" + +"Many," Hermes said without hesitation. "Throughout history, countless names have risen from within its gates. The Four God Nations have produced the most—by far—boasting more ascendants than any other power. The Seven Overlord Forces also have their share, but they still fall short of the Four God Nations’ legacy." + +"I see..." Max nodded slowly. It was no surprise to him. The Four God Nations were unmatched in strength and influence across the Middle Domain, and their dominance naturally extended even to opportunities like this. + +Hermes waved a hand, the discussion drawing to a close. "Alright, you can leave now. And Max—one last thing. If anything happens... if you ever find yourself cornered by enemies you cannot face... use the Battle Realm. Escape. Hide. Survive. Even the brightest genius is useless if he dies before reaching his peak." + +Max nodded respectfully to Emperor Hermes before turning away, leaving the place behind. His steps were steady but unhurried as he made his way through the sprawling grounds of the Great Ruler Empire. + +Along the way, he caught the stares of countless geniuses, their gazes filled with admiration, awe, and an unspoken sense of reverence. Whispers followed in his wake—hushed voices speaking of the man who had bloomed nine lotus petals in his first Divine Path Lotus phenomenon, the one who had survived four Wraiths of the World, the one who had crushed every expectation placed before him. + +Max only offered them a small smile, saying nothing, letting their admiration pass over him like the wind. He had no interest in basking in their praise—his mind was already occupied with the meeting ahead. A few minutes later, he arrived at Lyra’s office, the heavy, ornate door sliding open at her voice. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-961.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-961.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..75761cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-961.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 955: Lyra’s Advice" +slug: "ch-961" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 961 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1110 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Sit down," Lyra said, her tone cool yet carrying a certain authority. She gestured to the couch across from her desk. + +Max shrugged casually and dropped into the seat, leaning back in a relaxed posture as if they were old friends chatting instead of two influential figures in the Great Ruler Empire. + +"What are your plans?" Lyra asked without preamble, her eyes locked on him, sharp and assessing. + +Max couldn’t help it—he burst into a small laugh. "Pfft!" + +Lyra’s brows knit together, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "What?!" she snapped, her tone edged with annoyance. There was nothing remotely amusing about her question, and she clearly wasn’t in the mood for games. + +Max raised his hands in mock surrender, still smiling. "It’s just... your father asked me the exact same thing not too long ago," he said honestly. Though lighthearted in his delivery, there was a flicker of caution in his gaze—Lyra’s death glare was not something to be taken lightly. + +Lyra’s expression softened slightly, surprise flashing in her eyes. "He did? And what did you say?" + +Max reached into his robe and pulled out a gleaming, hexagonal token etched with the word Lord. The weight of it seemed to draw the room’s attention. "He suggested I enter the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain when it opens in the future," he said. + +Lyra’s gaze flickered to the token, but she showed no outward shock. She simply nodded, as if she had expected this outcome. "I’m not surprised," she said evenly. "I’ve known for a long time that Father’s been holding onto one of those tokens. He’s probably been saving it for someone... or for the right moment." + +"I plan to go to the Obsidian Order in a week," Max said suddenly after a short pause. + +Her eyes narrowed again, this time in curiosity rather than irritation. "The Obsidian Order? Why?" + +Max leaned forward slightly, his tone turning serious. "I’m looking for someone—a dark elf. Originally, when she entered the Middle Domain before me, she wasn’t a dark elf at all. But when I saw her again during the entry to the secret domain, she had changed... completely. And when we crossed paths, she didn’t even recognize me." + +Lyra’s expression didn’t change, but Max could feel the slight shift in her aura. He continued. "I know she’s now a member of the Void Soul Tower. But I can’t just walk into their territory and demand they hand her over, especially when I’m probably near the top of their kill list. That would be suicide. So... I want to see if the Obsidian Order has her exact location. If she’s in the outer domain of the Void Soul Tower, I might just have a chance to sneak her out before they even realize I’ve been there." + +Lyra’s expression darkened instantly, her usual composed demeanor giving way to a rare display of sternness. Her gaze locked onto Max, sharp and unyielding, the weight of her disapproval heavy in the air. + +"Is this necessary?" she asked, her tone low but carrying an edge that demanded he reconsider. "You’ve already slaughtered countless of their geniuses in the secret domain. You even killed one of their Heaven Grade geniuses. The moment you show your face anywhere near their territory, they will hunt you down without hesitation. You won’t be walking into danger—you’ll be walking into a death trap." + +Her words hung between them like a warning bell, each syllable pressing on the seriousness of the risk. + +But Max only shook his head, his eyes steady, his voice unwavering. "She’s very close to me, Lyra. I absolutely have to save her." His tone carried no room for argument—it wasn’t a matter of convenience or choice for him, it was a necessity carved into his heart. + +Memories of Lenavira surfaced unbidden—how she had unknowingly become one of the people he trusted the most during his time in the Lost Continent, how she had stood by him and helped him in more ways than he could count. + +Those moments weren’t easily forgotten, and now that she had somehow transformed into a dark elf, he felt an even greater urgency to pull her out of whatever fate had ensnared her. + +There was also the lingering, unanswered truth that her mother was from the elf race—a detail that might have seemed insignificant to others, but to Max, it was more than enough reason to fight for her. It wasn’t just about saving a friend—it was about protecting someone whose life had become entangled with his in ways he couldn’t ignore. + +Looking at the unshakable determination etched on Max’s face, Lyra understood without a shred of doubt that this so-called dark elf wasn’t just another acquaintance in his life—she was someone deeply important to him. Someone for whom he would willingly risk everything. + +That realization alone made things infinitely harder for her, because while she respected his loyalty, she didn’t want him stepping into a situation that could very well cost him his life + +She stayed silent for a long moment, weighing her options, before finally speaking in a calm but resolute tone. "Alright... I’ll go with you to the Obsidian Order a week from now. Also, I’ll bring this matter up with my father and see what he thinks." + +Just as the plan was taking shape in her mind, another thought struck her, and her eyes sharpened slightly. "Wait. You’re also a guest elder of the Hunter Association, aren’t you? You could ask them for help as well. With the potential you’ve shown, I highly doubt they would refuse if you were to seek their assistance." + +Her words were firm, laced with the practicality of someone who knew the importance of alliances. + +Max nodded without hesitation. "Yeah. That was already part of my plan. After I gather information about Lenavira from the Obsidian Order, I was going to head to the Hunter Association and request their help." His voice carried quiet conviction—he had thought this through. + +"Good. Then it’s settled." Lyra inclined her head in agreement. "We leave for the Obsidian Order in a week. In the meantime, I’ll see if my father can offer any advice or a safer approach to this problem of yours." + +Max met her gaze and gave a sincere nod. "Thank you." + +"You can leave now," Lyra said simply, her tone returning to its usual business-like cadence. + +Max rose from his seat, nodded again, and left her office without another word. + +The door closed behind him, and Lyra leaned back in her chair, exhaling a long, heavy sigh. Her fingers drummed idly on the armrest as she muttered inwardly, ’This guy... he’s reckless enough to drive me insane.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-962.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-962.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..520354e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-962.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 956: Ways to extract the blood parasite" +slug: "ch-962" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 962 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1113 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After leaving Lyra’s office, Max returned straight to his quarters. The moment the door closed behind him, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stretched his arms. + +"It’s time for a bath. I haven’t bathed in three months," he muttered to himself, heading directly for the bathroom without another thought. Steam soon filled the room, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the grime and exhaustion of countless battles began to melt away. + +A few hours later, Max emerged, sitting comfortably on his bed with a feeling of lightness he hadn’t experienced in weeks. The fatigue in his muscles had eased, and the sharp scent of clean skin replaced the lingering scent of blood and dust. + +Beside him, on a sturdy table, lay a spread of treasures and herbs—gleaming, glowing, and shimmering faintly with natural energy. Each item radiated value, and their combined aura made the air itself feel heavy. These were the spoils he had risked life and limb to collect from the secret domain. + +"They should sell for a hefty amount of money," he mused with a satisfied smile, running his fingers over the surface of a particularly rare spirit flower. + +Every piece here had been obtained through hardship—fighting deadly beasts, outsmarting rival geniuses, and barely escaping death on more than one occasion. Now, at last, came the reward. + +But his smile faded when a darker memory crept back into his mind—the blood parasite hidden within his body, and the sinister deal struck with the being imprisoned inside the Nether Stone. Even now, recalling the chilling voice that had resonated from that cursed object made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. + +"Ten years to step into the Divine Rank... and to gather the treasures he demanded," Max muttered under his breath, a deep frown forming between his brows. The problem wasn’t just the time limit—it was the list itself. Most of those treasures had either vanished from the world entirely or were so rare that they hadn’t been seen in the Middle Domain for centuries. + +"Phoenix Blood Crystal... Dragon Blood Stone... Sun Essence Stone... and lastly... Six Yin True Water..." he spoke the names one by one, the weight in his tone reflecting the magnitude of the task ahead. Each of these was a treasure of legend, so valuable that even Divine Rank experts would shed rivers of blood to claim them. In the Middle Domain, they were as good as myths—spoken of in hushed tones, but never seen. + +His gaze narrowed as he leaned back slightly. "Blob," he called inwardly, his voice calm but tinged with expectation, "have you heard of these things?" + +Just then, Blob’s small, bobbly figure materialized in front of Max, its form glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. "Phoenix Blood Crystal," Blob began in a slow, steady tone, "is formed only from the essence of a highly concentrated blood of Phoenix. Such a phoenix doesn’t just have to exist—it has to be injured or slain in a way that causes its essence to condense over centuries." + +"Similarly, the Dragon Blood Stone is born from a place where True Dragon’s blood has seeped deeply into the earth, saturating it with such purity and power that it crystallizes over the ages. The Sun Essence Stone is no easier—it forms only in lands where extreme sun essence is ever-present, enough to scorch even the soul." + +"As for the Six Yin True Water, it requires an environment so dense with yin energy that it warps the very laws of nature. You’ve already walked through places rich in yin before, yet you never encountered it—that alone should tell you how impossibly rare it is." + +Blob’s gaze hardened. "Phoenixes and True Dragons cannot be found anywhere in the Middle Domain. They’ve long since vanished, their territories destroyed or hidden in higher realms. As for sun essence... you’d be better off hoping to stumble into the heart of a dying sun itself. If it were ten thousand years ago, perhaps there might have been hope, but now? In the Middle Domain as it is... you won’t find a single one of these treasures." + +Max’s expression grew grim, his earlier spark of determination dimming into a cold, calculating solemnity. "Alright," he said finally, "forget about finding those treasures for now. You told me before that you’d teach me a method to extract the blood parasite from my body. Tell me how to do it." + +Blob tilted its round head slightly, its tone shifting to a more cautious one. "Don’t take my words for granted, Max. The use of blood parasites to enslave others isn’t a new evil—it existed even in my master’s era. We encountered many who were bound by them... and only a rare few who survived the extraction. The process is excruciating, the risk of failure almost absolute, but..." Blob’s voice dropped into a deeper note, "...it isn’t entirely impossible." + +Max’s eyes lit up instantly, leaning forward. "That means there is a way to remove it, right? Tell me. Quickly." His voice carried the weight of both urgency and hope, as if the answer could not come soon enough. + +Blob’s voice was calm but carried a weight that made Max’s brow furrow with every word. "There are two methods I know of that might—and I stress, might—allow you to extract the blood parasite from your body. The first is to expose yourself to extremes... and I mean true extremes. Either extreme cold or extreme heat, nothing in between. Blood parasites survive by thriving in the warmth and flow of your blood. But if your body is subjected to a cold so intense that even your blood freezes solid, the parasite will be forced to abandon your body. Without liquid blood to sustain it, it cannot survive." + +"Another reason is that blood parasites simply cannot endure such freezing environments—it’s in their nature to perish when the very life fluid they inhabit becomes ice. But..." Blob’s tone hardened, "you must ensure the cold is absolute, far beyond what ordinary humans or even high-level cultivators can tolerate. Anything less, and you’ll only weaken yourself without affecting it." + +He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "Similarly, you could use extreme heat. I’m not talking about a hot spring or a desert sun—I mean heat so vicious that it scorches every inch of your flesh, where your blood literally begins to boil. In such conditions, the parasite would have no choice but to escape. Blood parasites cannot endure overly hot blood, nor can they survive in temperatures that burn the very vessels they cling to." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-963.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-963.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..38d23d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-963.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 957: Extreme Temperature or Violet Soul Stage" +slug: "ch-963" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 963 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1030 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max absorbed the explanation in silence before finally asking, "And the other method?" + +Blob gave a faint, knowing smile. "Have enough soul strength to extract it yourself." + +Max leaned forward immediately. "Soul strength? My current soul force is at the blue soul stage. Is that enough?" he asked with urgency. + +Blob shook his head slowly. "It isn’t that simple, Max. You would need to reach the violet soul stage—two whole stages above your current level—to even have a hope of success. You should understand something very clearly... even if you possessed the strength of a Divine Rank expert, it would mean nothing against the blood parasite in your body. That’s how dangerous they are. So your options are few: either you grow your soul force to the violet soul stage, or you willingly subject yourself to the kind of extreme heat or cold that could kill most beings outright. Outside of these two paths..." Blob’s gaze locked with his, "...there is no other way." + +Max sat in silence for a long moment, letting Blob’s words roll around in his mind. His soul had only just advanced to the blue soul stage during his time in the secret domain—a difficult breakthrough that had taken immense effort and the perfect opportunity. + +Advancing another two stages to reach the violet soul stage in such a short span of time was unrealistic, unless he could somehow obtain exceptionally rare treasures that directly nurtured the soul. And treasures of that caliber were nearly impossible to come by, each one guarded jealously by powerful experts or buried in forgotten corners of the world. + +That left only one viable path: subjecting himself to an environment of extreme temperatures. His gaze sharpened as a thought occurred to him. "Could my black flames be of any help here?" he asked. + +The black flame was one of his most dangerous trump cards—fire that could devour anything, even energies and concepts. In his mind, their intensity might just reach the threshold of what Blob had described. + +But Blob immediately shook his head, his tone leaving no room for optimism. "Your black flames are indeed terrifying... but with your current strength, you cannot generate a sustained field of heat intense enough to qualify. What I’m talking about is an environment so hot it’s been forged over centuries, one where the very air sears the soul and blood boils the moment it flows through your veins. That kind of heat takes hundreds of years to naturally accumulate. Places like that are incredibly rare—and even harder to survive in." + +Max slowly nodded, fully grasping the difficulty of what lay ahead. If he couldn’t rely on himself, he would have to find such a place. His mind shifted to the journey ahead. "I’ll be heading to the Obsidian Order in a week," he murmured. "I’ll make inquiries there. A force of their scale is bound to have information on extreme temperature zones... and maybe, if I’m lucky, the exact location of one." + +With the matter settled for now, Max wasted no time. He stepped into the Dimension of Time, letting its strange, unchanging atmosphere swallow him whole. The outside world faded away, replaced by the endless rhythm of his own heartbeat and the echo of his footsteps on the training ground within. + +From that moment onward, his days became a relentless cycle—a monotonous yet purposeful grind of cultivation, refining his techniques, honing his combat sense, and tempering his body until every muscle fiber screamed. Hours blurred into days, and days into nights, though in the Dimension of Time, such distinctions felt meaningless. + +He rose, trained until his limbs ached and his breath burned in his lungs, then stopped only long enough to gulp down food and collapse into brief, dreamless sleep before beginning anew. + +There were no distractions here, no politics, no threats—only him, his will, and the unyielding pursuit of strength. And just like that, a full week passed. + +Seven days in the outside world, but to Max, it felt like far longer, as if time had been stretched thin by the sheer weight of his constant exertion. + +When he finally emerged from the Dimension of Time, his movements carried the quiet sharpness of a blade freshly whetted, his eyes steadier, his aura denser, and his body ready for whatever lay ahead. + +"Now I have fully adapted to the power of Champion Rank," Max muttered to himself, his voice calm yet tinged with satisfaction. In the days before, right after stepping into the peak of Champion Rank, there had been a strange heaviness in his movements, a faint discomfort in the way his mana flowed through his veins, as if his body had been forced to carry more than it was ready for. + +But after what felt like years of relentless training in the Dimension of Time, that awkwardness had faded away completely, replaced by a natural harmony between his body, mana, and abilities. + +"This happened because you directly leveled up from the 1st level of Champion Rank to the 10th level almost instantly," Blob explained in his ever-steady tone. "Ten levels in a row filled your body with a massive surge of mana, but it was you who hadn’t yet adapted to the strength of Champion Rank—let alone the peak."𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +Max nodded in agreement, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Hmm, I feel much better now." + +With that, he changed into a fresh set of clothes—a dark, high-collared combat tunic reinforced with light armor at the shoulders and chest, paired with fitted black trousers and sturdy leather boots, practical yet sharp enough to match his status. + +Adjusting the cuffs, he stepped out of his room, only to find Princess Lyra already waiting with her arms crossed. + +"You’re late," she said flatly, her gaze piercing. + +"Am I?" Max chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head. "I must have slept too much," he replied with a playful grin, brushing off her tone. + +Lyra didn’t bother with a response, merely giving him a pointed glare before turning on her heel. "Let’s go." Without another word, she led the way toward the Battle Realm’s massive battle cube within the heart of the Great Ruler Empire. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-964.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-964.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57378e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-964.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 958: Entering the Battle Realm again" +slug: "ch-964" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 964 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The Seven Overlord Forces, such as the mighty Great Ruler Empire, held authority over vast stretches of land across the Middle Domain, with each force ruling over countless regions among the thousands that existed within this expansive territory. + +Every single one of these regions possessed its own Battle Cube—massive, ancient constructs capable of linking their respective regions directly to the heart of the Middle Domain via Battle Realm. + +This intricate and efficient network was the result of the unmatched organizational reach of the Obsidian Order, whose influence stretched to nearly every corner of the Middle Domain. + +It was through one such Battle Cube, located in a region under the Great Ruler Empire’s control, that Max and Lyra stepped into the Battle Realm. The Battle Realm was unlike any ordinary city or hub—it was the beating heart of the Middle Domain, a place where the strongest forces, powers, guilds, and merchant gathered. + +Here, commerce thrived, political negotiations took place, and information flowed like rivers, connecting every single region. From rare treasures to forbidden knowledge, from trading caravans to powerful alliances—almost everything imaginable was possible in the Battle Realm. + +Because of its importance, many great forces maintained a strong presence here, establishing hundreds of sub-forces and outposts scattered throughout its streets and districts. + +Unlike the Battle Realm of the Lower Domain, which served primarily as a battleground for challenges and duels, the Middle Domain’s Battle Realm was designed as an open world, seamlessly connecting the thousand regions together. It was not merely a place for combat—it was a living, breathing world of opportunity. + +Merchants, travelers, and experts could trade, negotiate, and travel with far greater ease, making it the ultimate crossroads of the Middle Domain. + +The Obsidian Order, one of the most feared and respected forces, also had its own branch here—just as many other powers did—but theirs stood out above the rest. That was exactly where Max and Lyra were heading. + +Their destination dominated the skyline: a towering structure so immense that it seemed to pierce the very ceiling of the small world that housed the Battle Realm. The colossal tower could be seen from nearly anywhere, a symbol of the Obsidian Order’s dominance and prestige. + +While the Order had numerous branches scattered across the Middle Domain, the one here in the Battle Realm was the most prominent, influential, and well-known—its reputation drawing experts, merchants, and envoys from every corner of the realm. + +This was the place where power and influence truly converged, and Max and Lyra were walking straight into its heart. + +"Where is the headquarters of the Obsidian Order?" Max asked, his tone laced with curiosity as the two of them made their way through the bustling streets toward their destination. + +"Nobody knows," Lyra replied calmly, her gaze fixed ahead. "The Obsidian Order is one of the few powers that even the Four God Nation treats with caution. They keep everything about themselves shrouded in secrecy—be it their true strength, their leaders, or even their actual base of operations." + +Max raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. "An organization that thrives on gathering information from every corner of the world... yet it keeps itself hidden from everyone. It’s as if they hold the world’s deepest secrets in their hands, while the rest of the world only knows that they exist... mysterious, untouchable, and nothing more." + +"That’s exactly how it’s been in the Middle Domain for years," Lyra said matter-of-factly. "They’ve built a reputation not just on what they know, but on how little others can learn about them." + +Before long, the massive silhouette of the tower they sought began to dominate their view, and soon they stood before it. Outside the Tower, the scene was chaotic yet strangely organized. An ocean of people—easily in the hundreds of thousands—moved through the area. + +Merchants shouted from behind stalls overflowing with rare wares, shops advertised treasures and goods from across the realms, and street performers gathered crowds with feats of skill and illusion. + +"This area of the Battle Realm is called the Central Hub," Lyra explained, motioning toward the dense concentration of activity. "This is where the real magic of the Battle Realm happens. Almost every major force has established its branch here, which makes this one of the most crowded and profitable places in the entire Middle Domain—not just within the Battle Realm." + +Max gave a slow nod, finally understanding why the streets were so alive with energy. The flow of people here never seemed to stop, as if the very heart of the Middle Domain was beating beneath their feet. + +As they approached the towering structure of the Obsidian Order itself, the grand doors opened on their own, their movement smooth and silent, as if welcoming them without need for an invitation. Just inside stood two guards—both tall, imposing, and radiating a presence that was impossible to ignore. Even without releasing any aura, Max could sense it: their strength was at the Mythic Rank. + +’Strange,’ Max thought, narrowing his eyes. ’You can’t even use mana here in the Battle Realm except inside the designated battle zones... so why station Mythic Rank experts as guards? Just for show?’ + +The guards’ eyes swept over Max and Lyra with the precision of seasoned veterans. Their gazes were sharp, calculating, but they made no move to stop them. Without a word, they simply stepped aside, allowing the two to enter the towering domain of the most secretive organization in the Middle Domain. + +"Let’s go." Lyra’s voice was calm but carried a note of quiet authority as she took the lead, stepping into the towering headquarters of the Obsidian Order. Max followed closely, his eyes scanning the grand interior—a circular hall lined with dozens of corridors, each one stretching away like a pathway into some unknown part of the tower. + +As they walked, Lyra began to explain in a low voice, her words almost swallowed by the hushed atmosphere inside. + +"There are many rules within the Obsidian Order," she said, her gaze flicking briefly toward the other people moving about, each one with an air of purpose. "But there’s one rule you must absolutely remember—information here is never free. Everything comes at a price. There are only two ways to acquire what you seek. The first is the simplest: you can pay for it directly, using either PQ or treasures of sufficient value. The second way is more... delicate. You must offer them information that they do not already possess—something new, and something of equal worth to what you’re trying to obtain." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-965.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-965.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b451383 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-965.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 959: Phoenix Rebirth Abode" +slug: "ch-965" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 965 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1008 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max nodded slowly, absorbing her words. "I see. Makes sense. Nobody gives away priceless information without getting something in return." + +Lyra inclined her head slightly in agreement before pointing toward one of the many corridors branching out from the circular hall. "Go into any of these corridors, and you’ll find someone waiting for you. Each path leads to a private chamber where you’ll meet a representative of the Order." + +Max cast a quick glance around before choosing a corridor at random. His footsteps echoed lightly against the polished floor as he walked deeper into the tower. The air seemed to grow quieter, heavier, as though the walls themselves were listening. Eventually, he stepped into a small, sparsely furnished room. + +The design was traditional and almost minimalist—there was only a single low cushion and a small table before it. Yet the arrangement carried a sense of deliberate formality, as if every detail served a purpose. + +A thick curtain of heavy fabric hung from the middle of the room, dividing it into two equal halves. Max stood on one side, while on the other, the faint silhouette of a seated figure could be seen. The dim light cast just enough shadow to hide details, but he could tell from the outline that it was a woman. She sat with perfect poise, her presence calm yet strangely commanding. + +"Young Master Max... or should I say... White Death?" The voice that came from behind the curtain was smooth and melodious, like a gentle melody carried on the wind. Yet despite its beauty, it sent an unmistakable chill racing down Max’s spine. + +He froze for a heartbeat, his expression hardening. How did she know? The last time he had come to the Battle Realm, he had used the alias "White Death"—an identity known only to a select few. He had never openly revealed that it was him, and he had been careful enough to ensure no one could connect the dots. + +The fact that she had addressed him so casually, as though she had known all along, made it clear—this woman’s knowledge was no ordinary thing. The Obsidian Order truly lived up to its reputation. + +Thinking over everything she had just revealed about his identity, Max took a quiet breath and stepped forward, lowering himself onto the cushion before the low table. His posture was calm, but his mind was sharp, already turning over the implications of the Obsidian Order knowing so much about him. Without wasting time, he voiced his purpose. + +"I want to know the location of a Dark Elf who most likely appeared somewhere in the Middle Domain within the last half year," Max said evenly, his gaze fixed on the silhouette behind the curtain. "Her current strength should be at the peak of Legend Rank, and her name, as an elf, was Lenavira." + +On the other side, the woman fell silent. The stillness stretched for several moments, enough to make the quiet hum of the tower’s interior feel heavier. Then, her melodic voice came again—smooth but carrying an underlying weight of authority. + +"One thousand PQ for this information," she began. But before Max could respond, she continued, "However... Master has given explicit instructions. Any information that Young Master Max wishes to know shall be delivered free of cost. The only condition is that the information must not pertain to the Obsidian Order itself." + +Max blinked, momentarily stunned. Even knowing how vast and unfathomable the Obsidian Order’s influence was, this went beyond what he expected. They were a force so secretive that even the Four God Nation tread cautiously around them, and yet, here they were, granting him free access to their resources—a privilege that in the Middle Domain was practically unheard of. + +This wasn’t just a small courtesy; this was a direct favor of immense value, one that others might be willing to pay fortunes for. + +As Max sat there in silent disbelief, still weighing what this meant, the voice on the other side returned. "The Dark Elf you seek appears to be in the Greenwood Region." + +Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Greenwood Region?" He remembered it well—it was one of the territories controlled by the Void Soul Tower. + +The woman’s tone softened, but there was an edge of warning in her words. "A piece of advice for Young Master Max—this information about the Dark Elf... it is likely being intentionally circulated across the Middle Domain." + +Max’s expression darkened, his brows drawing together. The fact that the news was being deliberately spread meant there was a purpose behind it—likely a trap or some scheme meant to draw attention. "Thank you for the warning," he said firmly, meaning it. + +But he wasn’t done. Since this unique opportunity allowed him to request anything without cost, he leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting. "Since I have this privilege, there’s something else I want to know. Tell me where I can find locations of extreme temperatures—places of such intense cold or searing heat that even Divine Rank experts could die if they are not careful." + +After a brief silence, the woman’s voice flowed through the curtain once more, calm yet carrying a weight of warning. "There is a place of extreme heat located within the Phoenix God Nation. It is known as the Phoenix Rebirth Abode. The environment there is unlike anywhere else—temperatures so intense that even Divine Rank experts can be reduced to ash if they are careless. However... that place is not somewhere one can simply walk into. It is heavily guarded, shrouded in restrictions, and strictly off-limits to outsiders." + +"Phoenix Rebirth Abode..." Max repeated under his breath, committing the name to memory. His mind was already moving ahead, weaving this into his plans. In half a year, he would be heading toward the Four God Nation anyway. + +Once there, no matter the obstacles, he would find a way into the Phoenix Rebirth Abode. Even if it meant breaking rules, slipping past restrictions, or clashing with those who stood in his way—he would make sure he entered that place at all costs. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-966.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-966.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d7679ec --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-966.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 960: Balerog Region" +slug: "ch-966" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 966 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1043 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Also... can you tell me the location of the headquarter of the Black Lotus Guild?" Max asked, his tone steady but carrying a sharper edge. + +For a moment, the woman on the other side of the curtain fell silent, as if weighing the question or confirming the details. Then her voice returned, calm and unhurried. "It is located in the Balerog Region... beneath the mountains of Fukaru." + +"Balerog Region... and mountains of Fukaru," Max repeated quietly, committing the names to memory. His eyes narrowed slightly as the pieces clicked into place. + +From what he remembered, the Balerog Region was part of the Hundred Battle Region—one of the most dangerous and chaotic territories in the entire Middle Domain, where countless factions clashed endlessly for dominance. + +If the Black Lotus Guild had hidden its headquarters there, beneath an entire mountain range, then they had chosen their location well. It was a place where even the boldest powers thought twice before treading carelessly. + +"Thank you for all the information you’ve shared," Max said as he rose from the cushion, his voice carrying genuine weight. "And thank your master for me. Tell him... I’ll visit him someday." + +"Young Master Max, take care," the woman’s melodious voice replied softly, yet there was something in her tone that suggested both respect and curiosity. + +Max gave a faint nod, even though she couldn’t see it, before turning and making his way out of the small chamber. The heavy curtain swayed slightly as he left, and soon he stepped back into the vast circular hall of the Obsidian Order’s tower. + +Outside, just beyond the towering doors, Princess Lyra was waiting for him amidst the flow of the crowd. Her eyes immediately found his. "How did it go? Were you able to pay for all the information you wanted?" she asked, her tone carrying both curiosity and a hint of concern. + +Max gave her a small, almost knowing smile. "Yeah," he said simply, though the weight behind his words was far greater. "I got everything I wanted from them." + +As they stepped out of the towering structure of the Obsidian Order and into the noisy, bustling atmosphere of the Central Hub, Lyra glanced sideways at him. "What do you want to do now?" she asked, her tone casual but her gaze still studying him, as if gauging whether his meeting inside had gone as planned. + +Max smiled faintly, the kind of smile that hinted at plans already forming in his mind. "I want to sell some things," he replied, letting his eyes sweep over the lively scene before them. + +All around, the open streets were lined with rows upon rows of stalls—some simple wooden tables draped with colorful cloth, others reinforced with fine metal frames, their counters overflowing with goods. Merchants shouted prices, buyers haggled, and the air was thick with the scent of exotic spices, burning incense, and freshly polished weapons. + +Without wasting time, Max moved toward one of the larger, more reputable-looking stalls near the outer circle of the hub. + +The owner, a stout man with sharp, calculating eyes and a merchant’s smile, immediately straightened upon seeing Max approach. "Welcome, welcome! What can I help you with today, young master?" + +Max didn’t bother with pleasantries—he reached into his storage space and placed a bundle of rare herbs onto the stall’s counter. The herbs were vibrant, their leaves shimmering faintly with residual energy. "I want to sell these," Max said calmly. + +The shopkeeper’s eyes lit up at the sight, but he quickly masked his reaction, leaning in to examine the goods. "Hmm... not bad, not bad," he muttered, touching a stalk of Bloodleaf Root and inspecting a glowing Moon Orchid. "I’ll give you... fifty thousand PQ for the lot." + +Max raised an eyebrow, his voice cool. "Fifty thousand? These alone are worth more than that." + +He picked up the Moon Orchid and turned it slightly, letting the faint silver glow reflect in the merchant’s eyes. "This one blooms only under starlight once every decade. And this—" he pointed to a cluster of Flame Lotus buds "—is fresh from a Fire Vein spring. You’re trying to rob me." + +The shopkeeper chuckled nervously. "Hehe, young master, you drive a hard bargain. Alright... seventy thousand PQ." + +Max shook his head. "Two hundred thousand PQ. That’s my price for the entire set." + +The merchant almost choked. "Two hundred thousand? That’s—" + +"—The fair value," Max cut in sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You know you can sell these for double that in the right market. I’m saving you the trouble of hunting for a buyer." + +The shopkeeper hesitated, his fingers drumming against the counter. After a long pause, he sighed. "Ninety thousand PQ. Final offer." + +Max’s expression didn’t change, but he began gathering up the herbs. "Then I’ll find someone who actually appreciates their worth."𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶 + +"Wait!" The merchant’s eyes darted to the herbs, greed flickering in them. "One hundred and fifty thousand PQ. That’s the best I can do. Any higher and I’m cutting into my profit." + +Max studied him for a moment, then finally gave a short nod. "Deal." + +They exchanged goods and credits swiftly, but Max didn’t stop there. He moved through the hub for nearly an hour, visiting different stalls and specialty buyers, selling off the rare herbs and treasures he had collected from the secret domain. + +He was careful to split his sales among several merchants to avoid drawing too much attention, and he pushed hard during negotiations, forcing the shopkeepers to meet his prices rather than settle for low offers. + +By the time he was done, the weight in his storage space felt lighter, but his gains were far greater—he had amassed a total of two hundred thousand PQ from the sales. + +Max allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as he turned back to Lyra. "Alright," he said, "now we can move on." + +"To where?" Lyra asked, tilting her head slightly as the crowd of the Central Hub flowed around them. + +"To the Hunter Association," Max replied with a faint smile. Then, turning fully toward her, his eyes sharpened. "But only I will be going there. Princess Lyra, I need you to head to a different region and do something for me." + +Her brows lifted in curiosity. "Where?" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-967.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-967.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..111eddc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-967.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 961: Almond Region" +slug: "ch-967" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 967 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1073 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Instead of answering immediately, Max reached into his storage ring and pulled out a small glass bottle no bigger than his palm. The bottle itself looked ordinary, but as he slowly twisted off the cap, the air around them shifted. + +In the next instant, black flames roared forth from his hands like living shadows, curling and twisting with an eerie, devouring heat. The flames weren’t normal—they pulsed faintly, as though they carried a will of their own. + +Max guided the sinister fire toward the bottle, letting it pour in until it was completely filled. Once the last wisp of black flame had been drawn inside, he sealed the cap tight, and the oppressive aura vanished as if it had never been there. + +He held the bottle out to her. "I want you to take this to the Balerog Region, near the mountains of Fukaru. This," he tapped the glass lightly, "is something the Black Lotus Guild will not be able to ignore. Once you’re there, they will come to you. And knowing their intelligence network, they’ll recognize you immediately. When they do, tell them to come to the Greenwood Region and find me. Tell them I am in trouble and I could die." + +Lyra didn’t take the bottle right away. She stared at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she asked softly, "Do you really think the Black Lotus Guild will help you?" + +Max’s lips curved in a faint, confident smile. "And why wouldn’t they? Didn’t you also ask them to help me when I was in the Lower Domain?" + +Her frown deepened, and she finally accepted the bottle, her fingers curling around its cool surface. "The Black Lotus Guild of the Lower Domain is nothing like the one in the Middle Domain," she said slowly. "Here, they are too silent. Too... empty. They never step into major conflicts, never clash with other powers for treasures, never take part in the grand games that shape the Middle Domain. It’s as if they’ve buried themselves underground and forgotten the world. The Black Lotus Guild here..." She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "...has lost its charm. It’s like they’re dead from the inside." + +Max raised his brows, genuinely surprised by her words. "It’s that bad?" + +A thoughtful look crossed his face as he processed the information. ’No wonder,’ he mused silently, ’the Old Saintess came to the Lower Domain to see if someone there could awaken and merge with the bloodline inside the treasure box. The guild here must have lost the drive it once had.’ + +"Black Lotus Domain was once counted among the same tier as the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain," Lyra said, her voice calm but carrying a faint note of bitterness. "They stood at the very peak of power and influence. But over time... they declined. Badly. Now, they can’t even compare to the stronger first-class forces. Their glory is gone, their influence diminished to a shadow of what it once was." + +Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him. "Now, knowing this, do you still think they will come to your aid in this situation?" + +Max’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, his confidence seemed to grow. "Now," he said, his tone certain, "I think they’ll help me even more. Because I have something they desperately need right now—and only I can give it to them." + +He paused for a brief moment before adding, "And that’s why I’m asking you to do exactly as I’ve said." + +Lyra studied him in silence for a few seconds, her eyes sharp, as though trying to read the depths of his intentions. + +Finally, she exhaled a soft sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Alright," she agreed reluctantly. "I’ll do as you say. But if they don’t come for you... then I’m calling my father. He has already agreed to help you in this matter." + +Max inclined his head in gratitude. "Thank you for this." + +Her expression softened slightly, but her next words carried a sharp edge. "Don’t you dare die there, Max." + +A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Don’t worry. I have more than enough ways to keep myself alive."𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 + +And with that, their paths diverged. Lyra turned toward the nearest portal station in the Central Hub, her destination set for the Balerog Region and the mountains of Fukaru, the small bottle of black flames safely in her possession. + +Max, on the other hand, began making his way toward another portal—one that would lead him to the Almond Region, where the Hunter Association’s headquarters awaited. + +The crowd of the Battle Realm quickly swallowed them both, their figures disappearing into the endless movement of merchants, travelers, and experts, each on their own path toward whatever fate the Middle Domain had prepared for them. + +--- + +The Almond Region was exactly as Max remembered—unchanged and unwelcoming. The skies above were stained a deep, ominous red, as though the heavens themselves had been drenched in blood. + +A heavy, oppressive aura hung in the air, thick with the stench of death and hostility. It pressed down on anyone who entered, sinking into their skin, making every breath feel slightly heavier. The faint taste of iron lingered on the tongue, and an undercurrent of killing intent seemed to ripple through the very atmosphere, ever-present and inescapable. + +’The Nulls are always attacking this place...’ Max thought as he stepped out of the Battle Cube stationed at the region’s center. The cube’s protective glow faded behind him, leaving him exposed to the raw hostility of the Almond Region. He swept his gaze over the distant horizon, where flashes of light occasionally flared—likely the aftermath of ongoing skirmishes between human forces and Null raiding parties. + +From everything he had learned, there had never been a time when the Nulls left this region alone. It was as though something here drew them in, an unseen magnet pulling them back again and again. + +No matter how many were slain, they would return—relentless, unending. And ever since the Hunter Association had established its headquarters here, the situation had only grown more intense. + +The Association’s presence turned the Almond Region into a permanent front line, a battleground where the war between humans and Nulls never stopped. + +Here, peace was a foreign concept. Every settlement was fortified, every outpost armed, and every person carried a weapon at all times. This was not a place for the weak—or for the unprepared. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-968.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-968.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..34871c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-968.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 962: Did I do this?" +slug: "ch-968" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 968 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1057 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max didn’t waste a single moment in the Almond Region. The moment he stepped out of the Battle Cube, he set his sights on the massive structure that dominated the heart of the region—a towering, fortress-like spire that served as the headquarters of the Hunter Association. + +Its black stone walls rose like an unyielding monolith, scarred in places as if it had weathered countless battles. Defensive arrays shimmered faintly across its surface, a constant reminder that here, danger was never far away. + +As he approached, the scale of the place truly became apparent. The wide plaza before the tower was teeming with people, a constant flow of warriors moving in and out of its great arched entrance. Every single one of them radiated a sharp, cutting aura—killing intent so dense it almost seemed to hang in the air like mist. + +These were not ordinary experts; these were survivors. People who had stared death in the eye on the battlefield against the Nulls and walked away victorious. + +Max’s gaze swept over them, quickly reading the type of fighters gathered here. ’Most of them are independent experts,’ he realized. These weren’t the pampered elites from major forces or noble guilds. + +They were free blades—warriors without banners, who lived and died by the strength of their own hands. They were the ones who came to the Almond Region willingly, day after day, to throw themselves into the relentless war between humans and Nulls. + +For these independent experts, the battlefield was both a trial and a treasure trove. Every enemy slain earned them merit points, which could then be exchanged within the Hunter Association for resources, rare items, or even techniques. By bleeding on the front lines, they carved their own paths to power. + +This was what made them unique. They weren’t bound by oaths to the Hunter Association, nor did they answer to its commands. Technically, they weren’t even members—but their loyalty to the fight made them part of its beating heart. + +In contrast, the experts from the major forces treated the war differently. For them, participation was a duty—a requirement that had to be fulfilled, often just once, before returning to the safety and stability of their factions. They fought because they had to. Independent experts fought because they chose to, driven by ambition, survival, or a hunger for strength. + +As Max walked up the wide steps toward the towering entrance, he knew exactly why the Hunter Association thrived in a place where the war never ended. + +The moment Max stepped through the massive arched doors of the Hunter Association’s tower, the steady hum of voices inside faltered—just for a moment—before a loud, startled cry rang out from somewhere near the front desk. + +"Is that... Max?!" + +Heads immediately turned in his direction, and within seconds, the atmosphere shifted. + +"Oh my god! That’s Max! The one who bloomed nine lotus petals during his very first Divine Path Lotus phenomena!" a young man exclaimed, his voice carrying across the hall. + +"Yeah, that’s him—Max Morgan," another voice chimed in, sounding far too smug. "I’ve done some digging on this guy. He suddenly popped up in the Middle Domain a few months ago and ended up becoming part of the Great Ruler Empire under Princess Lenavira herself. Then, get this—he killed a Heaven Grade genius from the Void Soul Tower and a 3-star genius from the Thunder Monarch Hall. After that, he entered a secret domain and wiped out every single person who came after his life. The guy’s a complete killing maniac—he even dares to kill Heaven Grade geniuses without batting an eye!" + +"Damn, you’re one hell of a stalker," another man said with a snort. "But a lot of what you said is wrong. From what I know, Max killed that Heaven Grade genius from the Void Soul Tower because she tried to kill him. I think her name was June. Apparently, she pushed him too far, and in a fit of rage, he cut her down." + +"Oh, oh, I’ve heard a different version!" a woman joined in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "They say Max was trying to save a dying man at the time, but that June woman was arrogant and wanted to sacrifice the poor guy as bait to lure out some dangerous beasts. Her plan was to kill the beasts afterward for her own glory. But Max—he not only saved the dying man, he also killed the beasts himself. And then, when he saw the injustice of what June had done, he couldn’t stomach it and executed her on the spot." + +The murmurs swelled like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, Max found himself the center of a small crowd. People were pointing, whispering, and openly discussing his exploits, each retelling more embellished than the last. + +Some spoke with admiration, others with awe, and a few with barely concealed hostility. There were even those confidently sharing "first-hand" stories of events they had clearly never witnessed, weaving tales of his journey through the Middle Domain as though they had been there every step of the way. + +Listening to the flood of rumors, Max felt the beginnings of a headache forming. ’Man,’ he thought dryly, ’they really do make up stories for anything they want. Half of these are wrong, and the other half sound like they were ripped straight from some dramatized play.’ + +Still, he kept walking, letting the sea of voices wash over him without slowing his pace. If there was one thing he had learned in the Middle Domain, it was that once your name spread, people would say whatever they wanted—truth or not. + +Just then, in the middle of the noisy crowd and the whirlwind of rumors, Max’s gaze drifted past the circle of onlookers—and froze. + +Far across the hall, through the shifting movement of warriors and merchants, a familiar figure had just stepped through one of the tall side doors. His long, steady strides, old silver hair, and the dignified but approachable air about him were unmistakable. + +Max’s eyes lit up instantly. Without a word, his figure blurred and vanished from where he stood, slipping away from the press of people as if he had never been there at all. + +An instant later, he reappeared directly in front of the man. + +It was Elder Liam—the First Elder of the Hunter Association. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-969.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-969.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c514c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-969.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 963: A Good Problem" +slug: "ch-969" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 969 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1097 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The elder’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sudden appearance, but he recovered almost instantly, his composure showing that he had long grown used to meeting powerful, unpredictable people. Still, there was a flicker of warmth in his expression as he asked, "Max, what are you doing here?" + +Max grinned faintly, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in a lighthearted way. "Aren’t I a guest elder of the Hunter Association? Of course I can come here," he replied, deliberately making it sound casual, almost teasing. + +"Hehe, that you do," Elder Liam chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. But there was more than simple amusement in his gaze—there was pride. + +When he had first met Max, he had seen in him a spark of potential, something that made him worth watching. Now, that spark had grown into something far greater. + +This young man, who had once been just another rising talent, had carved his way into becoming not only a guest elder of the Hunter Association but also one of the most talked-about and feared geniuses in the entire Middle Domain... perhaps even in all of Acaris. + +And that thought made Elder Liam’s chest swell with quiet satisfaction. To have been one of the first to notice that potential—before the rest of the world caught on—was something that he couldn’t help but be proud of. + +"I believe you aren’t here for nothing," Elder Liam said after a moment, his voice steady but expectant. His sharp gaze studied Max, reading the intent in his eyes. "Speak—what do you need?" + +"There’s this problem of mine..." Max began slowly, his tone shifting to something more serious. He had no hesitation in speaking openly; the Hunter Association was one of the few forces he could trust. Without holding back, he explained the situation in detail—what had happened, who was involved, and why it mattered. + +When Max finished, Elder Liam’s expression had hardened. "That’s... a bit of a tricky situation," he said, his voice carrying a weight of caution. "We, the Hunter Association, are a neutral force. We do not involve ourselves in conflicts between other powers. Our duties are clear—we hunt monsters in the wild, fight during beast tides, and wage war against the Nulls when necessary. We exist to protect the people, not to take sides in political or factional disputes." + +Max’s brows furrowed slightly. He understood this principle well; the Hunter Association’s neutrality was one of the reasons it had survived countless eras without being dragged into the power struggles that consumed other forces. But that neutrality also meant they couldn’t easily intervene in matters like his... unless the matter was reframed. + +And so, in a calm, deliberate tone, Max changed his approach entirely. "I am a guest elder of the Hunter Association," he began again, this time with authority in his voice. "A friend of mine has been kidnapped by members of the Void Soul Tower, and I have reason to believe that the Thunder Monarch Hall is also behind it. I am requesting the Hunter Association to act in the name of justice in this matter." + +Elder Liam’s eyes narrowed slightly as he caught the shift in wording, and then a faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips. "Oh? You should have said that from the very beginning." His voice took on a lighter note, though there was still a certain steel beneath it. "Your matter is serious enough to warrant attention. I will take you to see President William right away." + +With those words, Elder Liam turned and began leading the way through the grand halls of the Hunter Association’s tower. + +Max followed, their footsteps echoing against the polished stone floor. Guards and staff along the way glanced at them with curiosity, some even whispering at the sight of Elder Liam personally escorting someone to the president’s office. + +--- + +Inside the spacious, high-ceilinged office of President William, the air carried a mix of formality and authority. Polished darkwood furniture gleamed under the light filtering in through tall, narrow windows, and the scent of old parchment and ink lingered faintly in the room. + +Yet the refined setting was disrupted by the fierce aura that seemed to dominate the space—not from President William himself, but from the other figure already present. + +It was an old man with flowing white hair and a long, neatly kept beard. His robes were simple yet dignified, golden prayer beads hanging loosely around his neck, and at first glance, he bore the image of a serene monk—someone you might expect to see deep in meditation within the sacred halls of the Bright Buddha Palace. + +But that was where the resemblance ended. Unlike the calm, gentle presence most monks carried, this man radiated a raw, unrestrained baleful aura that seemed to clash violently with the image of compassion and peace. + +It was the aura of someone who had walked through countless battlefields, someone whose hands had not only been clasped in prayer but also soaked in blood. + +"Of all the targets..." President William’s voice was deep and heavy, his expression solemn as he regarded the monk-like figure. "To think they would attack the Bright Buddha Palace of all people. Tell me, has any of your members done something—anything—that could have provoked the wrath of the Ascendants enough for them to send wave after wave of Vespers against you?" + +The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice was calm and resolute when he answered. "My members of the Bright Buddha Palace would never do anything to deliberately offend others," he said firmly. + +Then, as if to drive the point home, his tone hardened, and a trace of pride slipped in. "Moreover, even if we had done something to offend the Ascendants—so what? Buddha fears nobody, and our Bright Buddha Palace is the same. We bow to no one." + +President William’s lips twitched ever so slightly, his expression betraying the faintest sign of exasperation. ’This arrogant old man...,’ he thought silently. The leader of the Bright Buddha Palace had always been a difficult personality—unyielding, proud, and utterly unconcerned with diplomatic niceties. + +And the more William got to know him, the more he realized that the man’s arrogance wasn’t an act; it was part of his very nature, carved deep into his bones. + +Still, the situation was serious enough that William let the comment pass without challenge. The Bright Buddha Palace being targeted by the Ascendants was no small matter, and having its leader personally here in the Almond Region meant the problem was already far more severe than it appeared on the surface. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-97.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-97.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1ed94e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-97.md @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 97: Chaos in the Central City - 8" +slug: "ch-97" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 97 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1323 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +"There is no way in hell this is your true strength," Five said, the aura around his body continuing to grow. "Those who have my eyes on them could never be weak, could never accept defeat like you did, and that means you are a mistake." + +The air around Five began to hum with intensity, the vibrations rippling outward as the ground quaked beneath him. The red aura enveloping his body deepened, shifting into a dark, ominous crimson that pulsed with raw power. + +"And I don’t make mistakes," Five declared, his voice steady and resolute. + +In an instant, his aura surged upward, shooting into the sky like a pillar of crimson light, tearing through the oppressive black clouds above. + +The sheer force of it sent waves of wind crashing outward, whipping up a storm of dust and debris that swirled violently around him. + +Max, standing in the sky, tightened his grip on his sword as it began to tremble in his hand, the resonance of Five’s power reaching even him. Though the pressure pressing against his body was subtle, its presence was undeniable. + +Max’s eyes widened as he stared at the crimson pillar piercing the heavens. ’Could this be…?’ The thought raced through his mind, his focus entirely on the aura that radiated a sharpness so lethal, it felt as though his body might be sliced apart just by gazing at it. + +The sheer force of the aura seemed to carve through the very air, its oppressive presence like a blade poised at his throat. + +Five’s wild laughter echoed like a thunderclap. "Hahaha! Shocked, aren’t you?" he roared, his voice brimming with pride and power. "This is the final form of Sword Aura—the legendary ’Level 3 Sword Aura’! Witness it, burn this moment into your eyes, into your very soul!" + +He pointed his blade toward Max, the crimson glow intensifying. "The next time we meet, I expect to see ’this’ power within you. Do not disappoint me!" + +With those words, Five vanished, reappearing in an instant above Max. His sword descended like a falling meteor, radiating crimson power that tore through the air with a deafening roar. + +Max barely had time to react. Instinctively, he activated Omni Guard, enveloping himself in a shimmering green protective sphere just as Five’s blade crashed down. + +The collision was catastrophic. Sparks flew, and a shockwave rippled outward, shaking the ground and splitting the clouds above. The green sphere shuddered violently, cracks beginning to spiderweb across its surface under the sheer force of the strike. + +Inside the shield, Max gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he channeled every ounce of energy to reinforce the barrier. "It won’t break!" he growled, staring up at Five with determination blazing in his eyes. + +Bang! + +In the end, the sphere was overwhelmed by the force of the strike and hurtled toward the ground. + +Crash! + +The green sphere tore through the earth like a meteor, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. It didn’t stop there; the momentum carried it deeper, burrowing through layers of rock and soil until it burst into an underground cavern. + +The sphere emerged briefly into the cavern’s open space, tumbling through the air before finally crashing onto the cavern floor with a deafening impact. The ground quaked, and a cloud of dust and debris filled the chamber as cracks radiated outward from the point of impact. + +--- + +Minutes before Five went wild, an epic showdown was happening in the underground cavern. + +A red figure with flaming wings behind his back flew toward a humanoid monster with six arms and a tiger head. + +Arriving before it, he cross-slashed with his two flaming swords in hand, pushing the humanoid monster several steps back. + +"Nash, now!" Anton shouted after his attack. + +Just at that moment, a figure blurred behind the humanoid monster, his fist covered with the red head of a lion. + +"Lion’s Fury!" Nash slammed his fist at the humanoid monster just as it managed to stop backing up from Anton’s attack. + +Cracks appeared behind its back where Nash’s fist hit, sending it flying toward a silver-haired figure standing with a cold expression on his face. + +He brought his hand forward and muttered lightly. "Hundred Killing Blade." + +No sooner had the words left his mouth than ten swords materialized before him, each one blazing with a silver aura. + +"Die!" Allen said coldly, sending all ten of his attacks toward the incoming humanoid monster flying toward him. + +Bang! + +The ten swords collided instantly, sending the humanoid monster flying back toward the cavern wall. + +Boom! + +The humanoid monster crashed into the wall, pinned by the ten swords, unable to move. + +"No, my toy!" the green-haired young man shouted, seeing that the humanoid monster was pinned against the wall, appearing dead. + +He turned toward Allen, Nash, and Anton, shouting, "You killed my toy. I will kill you too!" + +However, before he could do anything else, the young woman with green hair who was fighting the general turned to him. "Don’t, Little Billy, they’re not worth taking out your precious collections on." + +Billy gritted his teeth upon hearing his big sister and cried, "But they killed my toy!" + +The young woman turned to him and said warmly, "After this mission of ours, I’ll get you a new one." + +Billy’s eyes widened as he asked in excitement, "Really?" + +The young woman smiled. "I promise you." + +Billy nodded, smiling as if the regret of losing his toy was gone in an instant. + +"You should pay attention when fighting against me," the General shouted and punched into the ground. + +Brown flames erupted from his fists and spread toward the young woman. She was fully covered in thick vines protecting her entire body. A stack of dozens of vines could be seen ensnaring the young woman in their embrace, protecting her. + +But as the brown flames spread through the ground toward her vines, they began to burn slowly until all the vines were completely reduced to ashes, leaving the young woman completely defenseless. + +Seeing that scene, Anton and Nash dashed toward her and the young man while Allen sent ten flying swords toward them, in case Anton and Nash failed. + +But then, something unexpected occurred. + +The entire cavern seemed to freeze in an instant as a wave of pressure swept through, emanating from somewhere far within the city. It wasn’t subtle—it was suffocating, commanding attention from everyone present. + +The oppressive aura made even the air feel heavier, forcing those in the cavern to instinctively halt their movements and turn toward the source of the overwhelming force. + +"This... This is the pressure of a Level 3 Sword Aura!" Anton exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and awe. Discover hidden content at freewebnovel + +"There’s no doubt about it," Nash added, his expression grim as he clenched his fists tightly. "This is indeed a Level 3 Sword Aura!" + +"I thought everyone at that level was inside the dome," Allen muttered, his expression darkening with dread. + +The weight of the situation pressed heavily on him. They were already struggling to hold their ground against their current enemy. If reinforcements of such an overwhelming caliber joined the fray, the balance would tip irreversibly against them. + +"That would make them... undefeatable," Allen admitted, his voice low but trembling with frustration. + +The others exchanged grim looks, the tension in the cavern thickening with each passing second as the pressure from the distant aura grew sharper, like a storm on the verge of breaking. + +But just as quickly as it had appeared, the pressure suddenly dissipated, leaving everyone in the cavern bewildered. + +Before anyone could voice their thoughts, a green sphere burst through the cavern’s roof with a deafening crash. + +The sphere hurtled toward the ground like a meteor, slamming into the earth with a thunderous impact that sent shockwaves rippling through the cavern. + +Everyone froze, their expressions shifting from confusion to shock as they turned their eyes toward the source of the commotion. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-970.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-970.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54e727c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-970.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 964: Attacks on the Bright Buddha Palace" +slug: "ch-970" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 970 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1087 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"How long has it been since these attacks on the Bright Buddha Palace began?" President William asked, his tone sharp but steady, eyes locked on the old man. + +"For the past year," the old man replied, a trace of frustration seeping into his voice. His normally calm, measured demeanor gave way to the weight of what he was about to describe. "At first, it was nothing unusual—just small groups of Nulls appearing from the forest behind our palace. They were a nuisance, but nothing my disciples couldn’t handle. Yet over time... those small groups grew in number. Then came larger, more organized forces—entire armies of Nulls led by multiple Vespers and even Ascendants." + +He paused, his voice lowering but his presence pressing heavier into the room. "Even that, we endured. My Bright Buddha Palace has never feared these dark creatures. In fact, we have always been known for slaughtering them, for turning the ground red with their blood. But recently... the frequency of these attacks has increased. They are no longer spread out—they’re coming at us again and again, as if something is driving them relentlessly toward our gates." + +President William’s expression darkened, his mind already racing through the implications. "You’re suggesting..." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. "...that these attacks are coordinated?" + +The old man’s face hardened, shadows crossing his features. "I fear that might be the case." His voice was calm, but there was a chilling certainty behind his words. "And only you and I know how deep this problem could run..." His gaze sharpened, locking onto William like a blade. + +"You can’t mean... these attacks—" President William’s eyes widened briefly before he shook his head sharply, almost as if to banish the thought. "No. That’s impossible." + +"How do you know it’s impossible?!" the old man snapped, his voice cutting through the air. The fierce baleful aura around him flared slightly, a sharp contrast to his monk-like robes. "The attacks on your Hunter Association have never stopped—from the very first day your Hunter Association established its headquarters in the Almond Region to this very moment. Do you truly believe they’ve been sending Nulls and Ascendants to their deaths for nothing all these years?" + +William fell into a heavy silence. The weight of the old man’s words pressed against him like a mountain, and for a long moment, the only sound in the room was the slow, deliberate rhythm of his breathing. He drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and finally met the old man’s gaze. + +"If what you’re saying is true," William said, his voice low and grave, "then this is far bigger than I originally thought. This isn’t just about the Bright Buddha Palace or the Hunter Association... it concerns the entire Middle Domain. No—" he paused, his tone growing heavier, "—it concerns our entire world." + +The old man’s expression softened slightly, but the lines of worry etched into his face didn’t fade. "My big brother," he began quietly, "has reached the highest level in the way of the Buddha. He has always been the embodiment of calm, reason, and detachment. But recently... something changed. He’s no longer the serene man I knew. He speaks of calamity as if it is already at our doorstep, claims that countless lives will be lost, and insists that the current peace is only an illusion about to shatter. I don’t know what triggered this... but I believe him when he says the peace of the Middle Domain is coming to an end." + +His eyes, sharp and steady despite the gravity of his words, fixed on William. "I hope you are prepared for that." + +And with that, his body began to shimmer with golden radiance. The fierce aura he carried faded beneath the glow of a serene, holy light. His form dissolved into motes of golden particles, each one drifting upward before vanishing completely, leaving the office empty save for William. + +The President of the Hunter Association stood there for a moment, staring at the space where the old man had been. His face was unreadable, but the weight in his gaze was undeniable. Slowly, he moved to his desk, then to the high-backed chair behind it, sinking down into the seat as though the conversation had aged him years. + +He leaned back, eyes unfocused, his mind chasing threads of thought that spiraled deeper with each passing moment. Hours slipped by unnoticed. The once-busy hum of the Association beyond the office walls became a distant, muffled background. + +William remained there, motionless, consumed by the implications of what he had just heard—and the storm he feared was already brewing beyond the horizon. + +Just as the last threads of his thoughts were circling in his mind, the heavy double doors to President William’s office swung open with a quiet creak. The faint sound of footsteps followed, steady and purposeful, and Elder Liam stepped inside, his usual composed expression in place. + +Behind him walked Max. + +President William’s brows lifted slightly in surprise—of all the people he expected to see at that moment, Max was not one of them. "What brings you here, Max?" he asked, his tone showing genuine curiosity. + +Max stepped forward and stopped a respectful distance away from the President’s desk. He bowed slightly, his posture calm yet dignified. "Greetings, President William," he said, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of urgency. Straightening, he continued, "I’ve come because I find myself in a troubling situation... and I need the assistance of the Hunter Association." + +President William leaned forward slightly in his chair, interest flickering in his eyes. "Oh? And what query is this?" + +Max didn’t waste time. In a clear, concise manner, he recounted the entire matter—how his friend had been taken, the involvement of the Void Soul Tower, and the possible hand of the Thunder Monarch Hall in the plot. His words were measured, but there was an edge to them that carried the weight of his determination.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 + +When Max finished, President William sat in silence for a brief moment, processing the details. Then he gave a slow, deliberate nod. "I see," he said finally, his voice calm but laced with a deeper undertone. He understood the situation perfectly—too perfectly. + +Inwardly, his expression shifted from calm contemplation to a cold realization. He could see the pattern clearly: this was not a random act but a deliberate move. He knew the Void Soul Tower and the Thunder Monarch Hall well enough to recognize their handiwork, and this plan bore their scent all over it. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-971.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-971.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fed364c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-971.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 965: Max’s Plan" +slug: "ch-971" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 971 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +’They’re using this as a way to get rid of him,’ William thought grimly. + +His eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing in their depths. ’I told them not to touch Max... and yet here they are, preparing such a sinister plan to kill him.’ + +The thought stirred a deep, quiet anger within him, though outwardly he remained composed. His voice carried no trace of his inner fury as he looked back at Max, but the tension in his gaze betrayed the fact that he was already weighing the next move—and considering how far he was willing to go to make sure certain factions regretted crossing that line. + +President William leaned forward, folding his hands atop his desk, his sharp gaze fixed on Max. "How do you think we should handle this problem?" he asked, his tone measured but carrying the weight of authority. + +Max didn’t hesitate. "I’ll go alone," he said firmly. "This is my problem. My friend was taken because of me, and I intend to bring them back with my own hands." + +The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as President William’s expression darkened. + +"Absolutely not," he said flatly, his voice like a hammer striking stone. "You’re asking to walk straight into a trap set by the Void Soul Tower and the Thunder Monarch Hall. They aren’t simple opponents—they will have prepared for you, expecting you to come. Going alone is not bravery, Max. It’s foolishness." + +Max met his gaze without flinching. "You misunderstand me, President William. I’m not asking for your permission—I’m telling you my plan. Also I am not going alone." + +President William’s eyes narrowed. "What is your plan?" + +Max took a step closer to the desk, lowering his voice but letting the steel in his tone sharpen. "You send someone from the Hunter Association to tail me in the shadows. They won’t reveal themselves unless I’m in a situation where I truly can’t survive. If I can handle things myself, they won’t intervene. That way, the Hunter Association isn’t directly interfering in political matters it’s sworn to stay out of. You’d simply be protecting one of your guest elders from being assassinated." + +William leaned back slowly, his fingers drumming against the arm of his chair. "You want me to send my people to tail you while tying their hands to only interfere if your life is in danger?" + +"Not exactly mine but the person I am trying to save." Max said solemnly. "I have many ways to protect myself and I even dare to say that even if you were to block my path, I can easily escape from you." + +"I refuse." President William shook his head. "I can’t risk your life on your little promise. Even if you have many means, you must not underestimate Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall. They are overlords of the Middle Domain and have many means to kill someone if they wanted to. And now they are setting up a trap to kill you, there is no telling what you might find yourself if you go there." + +President William’s voice rose slightly, the edge of command in it now. "And I can’t allow you to throw yourself into the jaws of two of the most dangerous forces in the Middle Domain without proper support. If you die, then everything will be in vain." + +He added. "Recently, things are very chaotic in the Middle Domain and someone I deeply trust said to me that a calamity is coming to the entire world. In a situation like this, I don’t want to risk your life." + +"Which is exactly why I’m giving you a way out," Max countered, his tone steady but intense. "You can’t officially help me without breaking the Association’s neutrality. I understand that. This way, you’re only defending one of your own if things get too far out of hand. No one can accuse you of bias for ensuring the safety of a guest elder." + +President William’s brows furrowed as he studied Max for several long moments. The silence between them was thick, each man unwilling to give ground. Max’s proposal was dangerous—but so was refusing him outright. + +Finally, William exhaled slowly, his tone still stern. "You’re stubborn, Max. Stubborn to the point of recklessness. But I see there’s no stopping you." + +He leaned forward again, his voice firm. "I will consider your proposal—but if I agree, you will follow every precaution my men lay out for you. If you deviate, even once, they will drag you out of there whether you like it or not." + +Max gave a small, satisfied nod. "Fair enough. That’s all I ask." + +Neither of them said it aloud, but both knew that what they were agreeing to wasn’t a safe plan—it was a razor’s edge, and one wrong move could cut them both. + +"Elder Liam," President William said at last, his tone solemn and carrying the weight of command. His eyes shifted toward the silver-haired elder who had been quietly standing a short distance away during the entire discussion. "You will be the one tailing Max. I want you to make absolutely certain he doesn’t get into any trouble. If things turn dangerous, you step in immediately—no hesitation." + +Elder Liam inclined his head in acknowledgment, his expression calm but his gaze sharp. "As you say, President," he replied without a trace of doubt in his voice. There was no mistaking it—if William entrusted him with this task, he would see it through without fail. + +William fell silent for a moment, his brows furrowed as he considered something. Then, as if making up his mind, he reached into his robes and retrieved a small, crystalline object. It was a cube no bigger than a fist, glowing faintly with an inner blue light, its surface etched with intricate runes that pulsed softly as if alive. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it toward Max, who caught it smoothly. + +"This," William said, his gaze locking on Max’s, "is my mana essence. It is directly tied to me. If you ever find yourself in a situation where there is truly no way out—where death is inevitable—crush that cube. No matter where you are, I will come immediately." His voice was steady, but the weight behind his words was unmistakable; this was not a gift he handed out lightly. + +He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair, a faint sigh escaping him. "It’s not that I don’t want to come and help you directly, Max. If it were up to me alone, I would. But as the leader of the Hunter Association, there are certain protocols I must follow. If I overstep them, it will cause problems far bigger than either of us want." He shook his head with a weary expression, as though the chains of responsibility weighed heavily on him. + +Max closed his fingers around the cube, feeling the faint hum of power within it. He gave a small nod, his voice calm but resolute. "I understand, President William. Don’t worry—everything will turn out fine." + +William’s eyes lingered on him for a long moment, as if weighing the certainty in Max’s words against the dangers ahead. Finally, he nodded slowly. "I hope so," he said, his tone quieter but no less firm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-972.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-972.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eed355a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-972.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 966: Max’s Blade" +slug: "ch-972" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 972 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1016 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +After the long discussion with President William, Max and Elder Liam stepped out of the office together. The heavy doors closed behind them, and the muffled bustle of the Hunter Association’s great hall met their ears once more. + +They walked side by side down the marble-floored corridor until they reached a quieter corner of the vast tower, a place where only a few passing members moved in silence. There, Max stopped and turned to Elder Liam. Without a word, he extended his hand. In his palm, a faint glow shimmered to life—something small, crystalline, yet pulsing gently as though it carried a fragment of his very existence. + +Elder Liam’s brows furrowed. He reached out, and the instant his fingers brushed against it, he felt the unmistakable weight of soul energy within. His eyes sharpened as he looked at Max. "This... is your soul essence?" His tone carried both confusion and a trace of disbelief. "Why would you give me something so vital?" + +Max’s expression remained calm, though a knowing smile touched his lips. "Because it’s the only way you’ll be able to follow me when I’m invisible. If I vanish, this essence will let you sense me no matter what. You’ll know exactly where I am." + +For the first time in years, Elder Liam’s composure cracked. His eyes widened, and his usually steady voice wavered. "Wait—what did you just say? Invisible? You’re telling me you can become... invisible?" + +Max tilted his head slightly, amused at the elder’s reaction. "Not telling you," he said softly, "showing you." + +And then, before Elder Liam’s eyes, Max’s figure blurred like a ripple across water. In less than a heartbeat, his presence was gone. The space where he had stood was utterly empty. No flicker of light, no distortion, not even the faintest shift in the air—Max had vanished completely. + +Elder Liam’s eyes darted around, his senses flaring outward. For a man of his experience, invisibility techniques were nothing new. He had seen assassins use them, shadow warriors slip in and out of sight, and illusionists blur their forms. But this... this was on a completely different level. Not even his spiritual perception could detect Max’s aura. If not for the soul essence now pulsing faintly in his hand, he would have thought Max had ceased to exist altogether.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖 + +A low breath escaped him as he turned slowly, trying to sense even the faintest trace. "Unbelievable..." he muttered, his shock clear in his tone. "I have seen countless concealment skills and invisibility techniques, but none... none have reached this level. You’ve completely erased yourself from existence." + +Then, with a faint shimmer, Max reappeared in front of him, arms folded and a calm smile playing across his face. "So," he said lightly, "now you understand why you’ll need that essence. Without it, even you would lose track of me." + +Elder Liam stared at him for a long moment, then chuckled, though there was still disbelief in his eyes. "President William was right... you truly are a monster of a genius." He shook his head, his lips curving into a grin that betrayed both admiration and wariness. "If this is the level of skill you wield now, I almost fear to imagine what heights you’ll reach in the future." + +Max only smiled faintly, slipping his hands behind his back. "Then stay close, Elder Liam. The next time I vanish, only that essence will remind you I was ever there." + +Elder Liam stood there, the faint blue glow of Max’s soul essence still resting in his palm, and for the first time in many years he felt something he hadn’t in a long while—unease. His eyes lingered on Max, who had just reappeared before him with that calm, almost playful smile. + +’If this boy wanted to... no, if this man wanted to... how many would even realize they had been killed before it was too late?’ Elder Liam thought, his gaze narrowing. + +The invisibility Max had displayed wasn’t simply concealment. It wasn’t some crude trick that could be undone by spiritual perception or special artifacts. It was as if he had erased himself from the world entirely. + +Not a flicker of aura, not a ripple of mana, not even the faintest trace of life could be sensed. Without the soul essence in his hand, Liam himself—the First Elder of the Hunter Association, an existence many considered untouchable—would have lost him completely. + +’I’ve seen assassins vanish into shadows, I’ve seen illusionists blur their forms until they seemed like mist, and I’ve fought killers who could hide in another’s shadow. But this... this is something far beyond. This isn’t just stealth—it’s absolute invisibility.’ + +A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought. What if Max turned his strength against the world? What if one day this monstrous talent decided he was done with peace and order? How would anyone stop him? How could anyone find him? + +For just a heartbeat, Liam imagined the scenario: great forces trembling, empires shaken, even the Overlord Forces sending their armies in vain—all hunting for a ghost they could not see. The chaos it would bring made his gut tighten. + +But then, as his eyes rested on Max’s expression—the calm confidence, the unshaken determination—Liam’s unease softened into something else. Admiration. Respect. And perhaps, buried deep inside, a cautious relief. + +’No... he isn’t reckless. He isn’t cruel. If anything, he fights for his own justice, his own principles. The danger isn’t what he can do... the danger is what others might force him to do.’ + +Still, he tightened his grip around the soul essence, the weight of it heavier now than before. In that single crystal fragment rested the only lifeline to keep up with someone who could one day change the fate of the Middle Domain. + +Liam exhaled slowly, composing himself. "You’re far more dangerous than even the rumors say, Max," he said at last, his tone quiet but laced with a strange mix of caution and admiration. "Dangerous enough that if you were to turn your blade on the world, even the Seven Overlord Forces would not sleep peacefully." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-973.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-973.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e38435 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-973.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 967: Useless traps" +slug: "ch-973" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 973 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max chuckled lightly at that, tilting his head with a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Then it’s a good thing I’m not planning to turn my blade on the world." + +Liam gave a small smile of his own, though inwardly he could not help but think—’For all our sakes, boy, I hope you keep that promise.’ + +"Let’s go, Elder Liam. We don’t have much time," Max said with a faint smile as he turned toward the towering Battle Cube glowing in the distance. + +But Elder Liam shook his head firmly. "No. We won’t be going through the Battle Cube," he said in a grave tone. "If this is truly a trap set by the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall, then the Battle Cube that leads directly to the Greenwood Region will be under heavy surveillance. They’ll be waiting for you the moment you step out. Walking into it would be reckless." + +With that, Elder Liam extended his hand and summoned his void shuttle. A sleek craft appeared before them, its design elegant yet practical, its silver plating etched with faint runic lines that glimmered softly in the light. The shuttle looked modern, built for both speed and stealth, its surface humming faintly with compressed energy. + +Max studied it for a moment, impressed by the craftsmanship, before stepping inside. The interior was surprisingly spacious, lined with reinforced steel and cushioned seats. + +Elder Liam followed him in, pressing his hand against the control panel. With a low hum, the shuttle lifted off the ground and, in a blink, shot into the skies like a silver streak before vanishing into the horizon. + +They traveled in silence, the void shuttle cutting through the skies at incredible speed. It didn’t take long before they crossed into the Baskfill Region, one of the areas neighboring Greenwood Region. + +Unlike the blood-stained skies of the Almond Region, Baskfill was quiet, its dense forests stretching endlessly below them, broken only by the occasional mountains and rivers glistening in the distance. + +The shuttle descended smoothly, landing in a small clearing shrouded by tall trees. The hum of the engines faded, and the two men disembarked. Elder Liam’s eyes immediately turned to Max. + +"From here on, you’ll go ahead alone," Elder Liam said firmly. "I’ll follow you from the shadows through your soul essence. If things go out of control, I’ll intervene immediately. But until then... everything rests on you." + +Max nodded without hesitation. "Understood." + +With a single step forward, his body shimmered. And then, he was gone. Invisible. Not a flicker of aura, not a trace of life. To anyone watching, it would seem as if he had never been there at all. Elder Liam held the soul essence crystal tightly, watching its faint glow pulse in sync with Max’s existence. Even though Max’s form had disappeared, the essence in his hand kept him aware of Max’s position. + +Then, the invisible figure of Max darted into the forest, his movements swift and calculated. The faint sound of rustling leaves was the only proof that something had passed through. Elder Liam stayed behind, his eyes narrowing. "Even knowing where he is... I can barely sense him. Truly terrifying." + +Hours passed as Max ran, slipping deeper and deeper through the wilderness. He covered vast distances, weaving through dense woods and rocky valleys, always avoiding the main paths where patrols or scouts could be stationed. + +Finally, he reached the outermost edge of the Baskfill Region. Beyond the final ridgeline, across a stretch of jagged cliffs and mist-shrouded ravines, lay the Greenwood Region—the place where both his enemies and his kidnapped friend awaited. + +He stopped, crouching low among the rocks, his invisible form hidden in the shadows of dusk. His eyes glimmered with determination. ’This is it... The game begins here.’ + +The Greenwood Region lay ahead, its vast forests and shadowy valleys sprawling like a sea of dark green under the crimson-tinted skies. From a distance, it looked peaceful, even beautiful, with towering trees swaying in the faint wind and rivers glittering under the dim sun. + +But Max knew better. This land was under the grip of the Void Soul Tower, with Thunder Monarch Hall lurking in the background like wolves waiting for their prey. If there was any place meant to be a deathtrap for him, it was here. + +Max moved quietly, his figure hidden from sight as his Invisibility skill enveloped him completely. The skill didn’t alter the environment—it didn’t erase his scent, nor did it silence the faint sound of his steps—but it bent light around him, turning his body into a phantom shadow that the naked eye couldn’t see. He had trained it to level 100, so much so that his movements left no flicker of distortion in the air. + +High above, mechanical drones—flying cameras forged from Void Soul Tower’s sinister craft—hovered in silence. Their lenses rotated with an eerie glint, releasing thin beams of light that swept across the ground like the eyes of hunters. + +Some were small, barely larger than a bird, while others were massive constructs with wings of steel, patrolling the skies like predators. Max froze when one of the larger ones passed overhead, its shadow falling across the canopy. Only when it drifted further away did he move again, slipping like a ghost between the trees. + +The ground was no less treacherous. Dozens of traps had been laid out, cleverly concealed beneath the foliage. Poisonous mist traps disguised as flower patches. Energy-triggered barriers woven between tree trunks. + +Even formation stones buried under the soil, waiting to explode the moment they detected an unfamiliar aura. But Max, relying solely on his invisibility, was cautious enough to weave through them. His eyes stayed sharp, reading the faint unnatural glow of a formation, the subtle curve of disturbed dirt, or the slightly heavier air where poison mist lay waiting. Each time, he adjusted his steps, slipping past danger with precision. + +Once, he nearly stumbled into a tripwire strung between two rocks, so fine it could hardly be seen even by cultivator eyes. But Max crouched low, exhaled slowly, and eased his body under it. The wire vibrated slightly as the faint wind pressed against it, but he was gone before it could respond. + +All the while, Elder Liam trailed behind him, a hundred meters back, hidden by his own expertise. The First Elder of the Hunter Association was watching, his eyes narrowed with approval as he saw how Max navigated through the layers of surveillance. He made no move to interfere, just as planned—only following, always ready. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-974.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-974.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d8acc38 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-974.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 968: Three Scouts" +slug: "ch-974" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 974 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1063 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Deeper into the Greenwood Region, Max came across a checkpoint guarded by several members of the Void Soul Tower. They were young but disciplined, their eyes cold, scanning the area while crystal orbs floated above them like watchful sentinels. Each orb flickered with violet light, designed to pierce through concealment techniques. + +Yet Max moved like water through the shadows, timing his steps perfectly between the sweeps of the light. He passed right through their line of sight, his heart steady, his expression calm. + +Further ahead, the Thunder Monarch Hall’s influence became clearer. Strange, buzzing sounds filled the air—their surveillance devices, shaped like insectoid constructs of lightning and steel, darted from branch to branch, their bodies crackling faintly with arcs of electricity. + +Max lowered himself flat against the earth, his invisible body blending seamlessly with the undergrowth as one of the constructs flew right over him. He remained perfectly still until its buzzing faded into the distance, then pushed himself up and continued forward. + +Every step was calculated, every breath measured. The Greenwood Region was alive with traps, surveillance, and killers in waiting—but Max was a ghost, unseen and unfelt. He was not rushing; he was hunting. + +And as he slipped deeper into enemy territory, past layer after layer of defenses, he couldn’t help but let the faintest smirk curl his lips. + +’They’ve truly set up traps everywhere,’ Max mused as he leapt lightly from branch to branch, before finally crouching atop a thick tree limb. From this vantage point, he could see the faint glow of formations etched into the ground below—concealed sigils woven with energy, ready to trigger at the slightest disturbance. + +Despite his caution, he had deliberately stepped on a few weaker ones earlier. He wanted to see who would come. And now, his patience was rewarded. + +The faint rustle of movement reached his ears. Three figures emerged from the undergrowth, their dark uniforms marked with the crest of the Void Soul Tower. + +Max’s Blue Soul restricted his aura to nothingness, while his Invisibility skill cloaked his form entirely. He stood silently, invisible in plain sight just above them, the branches creaking faintly beneath his weight. Not one of them looked up. + +The leader of the three was a tall man with short-cropped black hair and a scar running across his jawline. His eyes were sharp, predatory, scanning the ground with practiced efficiency. His name was Victor Kane, and the way the other two deferred to him made it clear he was the one in charge here. + +Victor’s voice cut through the silence, low and commanding. "Some of the traps here were just activated. Someone—or something—passed through this area. Look around and report back to me in three minutes." + +The two subordinates responded immediately, their voices quick and obedient. "Yes, Boss." + +The first was a lean, wiry man with restless eyes, clearly the scout of the group. His name was Darius Flint. The second was broader, stockier, with a heavy axe strapped across his back and the casual stride of someone used to brute strength. His name was Gareth Holloway. + +The pair dispersed quickly, combing through the undergrowth, checking the trigger points, sniffing for signs of blood or beast tracks + +Max watched them calmly from above, his body utterly still, his breathing controlled to the point of silence. + +Minutes passed. Finally, they returned to Victor one by one. + +Darius shook his head, irritation flashing across his face. "Boss, I found nothing. No footprints, no broken branches, not even a faint trail. Whoever set it off left no trace." + +The bulkier Gareth stepped forward next, holding a squirming creature by the scruff of its neck—a small rabbit-like beast with three furry tails, its beady eyes wide with fear. "Boss, I found this three-tailed rabbit chewing on insects near one of the trap points. Could’ve been this thing that set it off." He gave the creature a little shake, earning a squeal. + +Victor’s eyes narrowed as he considered the report. After a moment, he gave a short nod. "That makes sense. There are too many beasts in this forest. I’ve heard reports of other traps being set off by wandering animals as well." + +He gestured for Gareth to toss the rabbit aside, and the little creature bounded away in a blur of fur and tails. The three men relaxed slightly, lowering their guard. + +High above them, invisible and silent, Max’s lips curved into the faintest smile. ’A scouting team of Void Soul Tower. Careful enough to investigate—but not careful enough to look up.’ + +"Boss, do you know what’s going on? Why so many traps have been set up all of a sudden?" Darius asked, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the surrounding forest. His voice carried a note of unease, betraying the tension even someone like him couldn’t fully suppress. + +Victor Kane exhaled heavily, shaking his head as he adjusted the scarred leather straps of his armor. "How would I know? I’m as clueless as you two are. They’ve told me nothing. My only orders are simple—set off the alarm the moment I notice anyone suspicious in the area. That’s it." + +"But Boss," Gareth spoke up, his voice pitched low, almost a whisper as though the trees themselves might carry his words to unwanted ears. "It seems like something big is happening here. I’ve seen members of the Thunder Monarch Hall around... and they’re not fighting with us, they’re cooperating. Us and them, together. When has that ever happened?" + +Victor’s expression hardened. "Yeah. That’s not normal. The Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall usually glare at each other like dogs over scraps. Even though we weren’t total enemies, we weren’t allies either. If they’re working together... then something very big is moving behind the scenes." + +Before silence could settle, Darius leaned in, his voice trembling slightly. "Boss, what about those masked individuals? The ones in black hoods who came a few days ago?" His eyes darted around as if expecting one of them to materialize from the shadows. "I only saw one from afar. Just a glimpse, and it felt like my heart froze solid. He didn’t even look at me, not directly... but it felt like if I so much as twitched the wrong way, I would be killed on the spot. They’re... they’re terrifying." His words ended with a shiver, his hand unconsciously tightening around the hilt of his blade. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-975.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-975.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..501a7b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-975.md @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 969: Mysterious men in mask?" +slug: "ch-975" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 975 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1013 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Victor’s eyes flashed, and he quickly cut him off with a sharp glare. "Shhh! Don’t talk about them." His tone was low but urgent, as if even speaking of them might invite disaster. He leaned closer, lowering his voice further. "We’ve been ordered to keep our mouths shut about those masked ones. Don’t ask questions, don’t spread rumors, and don’t even think about prying into who they are. If you value your life, you’ll never mention them again." + +Both Darius and Gareth fell silent instantly, but the fear in their eyes spoke volumes. + +The masked individuals had become the unspoken shadow among the ranks—figures draped in black hoods that seemed to devour the light, their faces hidden behind expressionless masks carved with faint, ominous runes. + +Their presence was suffocating; they spoke little, if at all, and when they did, their voices carried an unnatural resonance that chilled the bones. It was said that even the higher-ups of the Void Soul Tower kept their distance, never daring to approach too closely. + +Rumors had spread in hushed whispers, despite the warnings: some claimed the masked ones were executioners from an ancient order, bound to serve powers older than the Middle Domain itself. Others said they were remnants of a forbidden cult long thought annihilated, their souls branded by shadowy contracts. A few even whispered they were not human at all, but something wearing human skin. + +Victor didn’t believe half the tales, but the truth was worse than rumor. He had stood near one of them once, close enough to feel the air twist unnaturally around their figure. Their aura wasn’t like a expert—no, it was something different, alien, a crushing presence that pressed down on his chest until he felt his knees might buckle. For the first time in his life, Victor Kane, a man who had fought monsters and men alike, had felt utterly powerless. + +He looked back at his two subordinates, his voice low but deadly serious. "Those masked ones... they’re not people you or I should even be talking about. So shut your mouths. If you want to keep your heads attached, you’ll pretend they don’t exist." + +High above, cloaked in invisibility, Max’s eyes narrowed as he listened. ’Masked individuals in black hoods? With such power that even Void Soul Tower dogs are afraid?’ His heart thudded once in his chest. ’Interesting...’ + +His eyes narrowed as he listened from above, invisible and utterly still. The mention of these masked individuals had hooked his interest immediately. He understood the arrogance of the Seven Overlord Forces better than most—he had seen their pride, their disdain for all others, and their unwillingness to bend before anyone. + +Yet, here were members of the Void Soul Tower—one of the most ruthless and conceited forces in the Middle Domain—speaking in hushed tones, trembling even at the thought of those mysterious figures. + +’To make such people feel fear without lifting a finger...’ Max thought, a faint spark of intrigue flickering in his eyes. ’That’s no ordinary power. That’s dominance at a level that seeps into one’s bones. If even Void Soul Tower dogs are shivering, then whoever those masked individuals are—they’re worth investigating.’𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +He leaned back slightly against the bark of the tree, his invisibility never faltering. His goal hadn’t changed. He had come here to save Lenavira, and that remained his focus. But now, a second thread wove itself into his mission—these masked men. Whoever they were, whatever their purpose, they had stepped into the spotlight in a way that disturbed even the mighty. + +’Since I’m here anyway,’ he mused silently, ’I might as well check it out. But saving Lenavira comes first.’ + +Below him, Victor’s voice cut through the air, low and commanding. "Let’s go. And don’t talk about the masked men again." His tone was edged with warning, and both Darius and Gareth fell silent immediately. They fell into step behind their leader, the three of them moving deeper into the forest without another word. + +Max’s gaze flicked toward the direction they were heading. His Three Dimensional Body had already stretched its senses outward, scanning every ridge, tree, and fold in the terrain. + +There were no signs of human structures, no camps or bases nearby—just endless forest, dense and quiet. That, more than anything, made him curious. ’If there’s no sign of habitation, where did they come from? And more importantly... where are they going?’ + +He made his decision in an instant. ’Let’s follow them. Who knows? They might lead me straight to Lenavira.’ + +Moving with silent precision, Max descended from the tree. His body blurred as he landed noiselessly on the forest floor, his invisibility skill keeping him hidden as he slipped after the trio. + +They moved at a steady pace at first, their boots crunching softly on the undergrowth. Max trailed them carefully, each of his steps landing in the silent gaps between theirs, his breathing measured so as not to disturb the faint rhythm of the woods. + +Then, without warning, Victor gave a signal with his hand. The three of them lifted off the ground, qi surging faintly as they took to the skies. Their bodies rose above the treeline, flying swiftly toward the distant horizon. + +Max’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t panic. ’Flying would be easier,’ he thought, ’but in the sky, I’d risk being seen if were to use my skills to fly or use mana. If the Void Soul Tower or Thunder Monarch Hall really have their eyes everywhere, even a ripple of energy could expose me.’ + +Instead, he bent low, muscles coiled like springs, and darted across the ground. His movements were fast yet controlled, weaving between the towering trunks and leaping gracefully from branch to branch when the forest grew too dense. + +Each leap carried him further forward, shadowing the three from below while keeping just enough distance to avoid being sensed. His Three Dimensional Body pulsed faintly, guiding him with a map-like awareness of their positioning above. + +Through the undergrowth, through the rustle of leaves and the whisper of wind, Max pressed forward silently, invisible and relentless. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-976.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-976.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..24960c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-976.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 970: Into the hidden city" +slug: "ch-976" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 976 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1224 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The chase stretched on for hours. Max slipped through the endless forests of the Greenwood Region, his figure invisible as he stalked the three figures flying overhead. + +They moved quickly, Victor and his men flying in a straight line with the confidence of people who knew exactly where they were going. + +Max, in contrast, darted through the ground below, his feet whispering over leaves and roots, his body flowing between shadows, always careful not to disturb the air with flight mana. + +His Three Dimensional Body mapped their every motion above, making sure not a single movement was lost. + +The terrain gradually shifted as the forest thinned out. The towering trees grew sparser, replaced by rocky ridges and jagged hills, each one covered in stubborn grass that swayed in the wind. The red tint of the Greenwood Region’s skies grew more intense as they drew closer, painting the horizon in the color of blood. + +Max narrowed his eyes. The feeling in the air was changing—denser, heavier, as though the very atmosphere was pressing down with watchful hostility. + +Finally, after scaling a steep ridge and dropping silently into the valley beyond, Max froze. His eyes widened slightly, though his invisible form betrayed no sound or movement. Before him, sprawled across the basin of a massive canyon, was a city. + +It wasn’t marked on any map he had ever seen. He had brought various maps of Greenwood Region before coming here and this city wasn’t marked on any of those maps. + +The city was unlike the proud metropolises of the Middle Domain. This one seemed carved directly into the land itself. Massive stone walls surrounded it, etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the dim light. + +Towers jutted upward, some crowned with eerie violet crystals that pulsed rhythmically like beating hearts. The glow they gave off wasn’t just for illumination—they were surveillance beacons, their arcs of light sweeping across the skies like ever-searching eyes. + +Inside the walls, Max could see sprawling avenues, packed with activity. Dark-robed experts moved in groups, their faces cold and sharp, the insignia of the Void Soul Tower gleaming on their chests. + +In another section of the city, different banners fluttered—lightning-etched sigils belonging to the Thunder Monarch Hall. What startled Max most was that they weren’t clashing. They weren’t glaring or fighting as usual. They were... cooperating. Moving side by side, coordinating patrols, manning watchtowers together. + +His gaze drifted to the far side of the city, where an enormous black obelisk rose high above the rooftops. The structure looked ancient, its surface carved with lines of shadowy script that seemed to writhe faintly when stared at too long. + +Around its base, masked figures in black hoods stood silently. They didn’t patrol, they didn’t move aimlessly like the others—they simply stood, motionless as statues, their presence suffocating even from this distance. + +Max felt his chest tighten. Even through his invisibility, even with his aura suppressed to nothing, he felt as if their unseen eyes could pierce the veil and find him at any moment. ’So these are the masked individuals... no wonder the Void Soul Tower dogs trembled at their mention.’ + +Above him, Victor and his men descended gracefully, flying straight toward the northern gate. The guards there saluted quickly, stepping aside to let them through without a word. Clearly, they were not outsiders here. + +Max crouched low against the jagged ridge, his body pressed against the stone like a shadow. His sharp eyes narrowed, taking in every detail of the city sprawled before him. The runed walls pulsed faintly with violet light, towers speared upward into the crimson sky, and the eerie black obelisk stood like a heart of darkness at the center of it all. Yet none of this captured his attention as much as the subtle, undeniable pull in his chest. + +’Lenavira is here. I can feel it.’ + +It wasn’t mere intuition. Back in the Lost Continent, he had learned something strange—because of their shared bloodline, he could always sense her faintly, like a thread tying them together. + +And now, in this hidden city buried deep within the Greenwood Region, that thread burned stronger than ever. It was faint, buried beneath layers of barriers and formations, but it was there. Her bloodline pulsed within the city walls like a beacon only he could perceive. + +Max’s gaze swept across the runed fortifications again, studying the glowing sigils woven across the walls. ’From the way I got here, this city is deliberately hidden. Even if someone were to fly directly above it, they wouldn’t see a single brick. These rune formations don’t just conceal—they warp perception itself. Only those guided here would ever find it.’ + +The realization sent a cold clarity through him. If he had come searching blindly, trusting maps or rumors, he would have been led instead to one of Greenwood’s visible cities—the decoy cities. And there, he was certain, entire armies of the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall would have been waiting to crush him. + +’They really prepared well for me,’ Max thought with a low hum in his chest. His lips curved faintly into a smile, but it wasn’t one of amusement—it was sharp, edged with danger. + +Above the city, flying drones buzzed, their violet lenses scanning in sweeping arcs, and the runes embedded along the ridges hummed faintly, alert to any unnatural disturbance. In the streets, dark-robed patrols marched with rigid discipline, their weapons gleaming faintly in the violet light. Every layer of security screamed of preparation for him. + +Invisible, silent, and determined, he shifted his stance and began to move again. His body hugged the terrain, his movements precise and deliberate. He circled the ridge slowly, studying the angles of the rune arrays, marking the gaps in the drones’ surveillance, and testing the blind spots between patrol routes. + +Each step was calculated; each pause perfectly timed. + +The city thought itself impenetrable, hidden so well that even the heavens themselves couldn’t spy upon it. To anyone else, this labyrinth of runes woven into the land would be an unbreakable wall, a veil that consumed trespassers before they ever set foot inside. + +But Max was not "anyone else." + +His eyes glimmered faintly with a deep azure light as his Blue Soul came alive within him. Lines of energy spread across his vision, turning the very air into a living map. What was once an invisible barrier of concealment became a detailed network of glowing threads, each rune like a star pulsing in the void. + +Max’s mind raced, dissecting the countless layers of protections—the alarm wards, the distortion barriers, the perception seals—all designed to repel or destroy intruders. + +A faint smile curved his lips. ’So intricate... but to me, it might as well be painted in broad strokes. A puzzle already solved.’ + +He crouched low against the ridge and pressed his palm to the earth. His fingers brushed across the faint grooves hidden beneath dirt and stone, tracing the shape of the nearest sigil. His mastery over runes was formidable, but combined with his Blue Soul, it was perfection. + +He didn’t destroy the rune—doing so would alert the entire city. Instead, he touched the flow of energy with precise control, redirecting its circuit by a hair’s breadth, creating a silent blind spot just wide enough for his body to pass. + +Max moved like a shadow through the gap. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-977.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-977.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e079319 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-977.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 971: Obelisk" +slug: "ch-977" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 977 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1348 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Another layer of runes flared ahead, humming faintly in the air. These weren’t for concealment—they were motion detectors, designed to sense fluctuations in mana and intent. A single mistake here and every patrol in the city would swarm him. + +But Max was calm. His body melted into stillness, his breathing shallow as he observed the rhythm of the formation. The threads pulsed in a steady pattern, intervals of silence between each beat. Timing it perfectly, he slid forward during the lull, his invisible form weaving past like water through a sieve. + +Minutes stretched into hours as he crept through the overlapping defenses. Where others would see nothing, Max saw everything. Every rune formation that was meant to keep him out was like an open book in his eyes. He adjusted circuits without breaking them, bent light without disrupting its flow, and slipped into blind spots that no ordinary expert could perceive. + +Finally, his feet touched the stone of the outer wall. He pressed a hand against it, closing his eyes briefly. That tug in his chest—the familiar call of bloodline—throbbed stronger now. Lenavira. She was here. Somewhere within this hidden city, her presence pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat buried beneath layers of earth. + +Max exhaled softly. ’Good. I can use this to guide me.’ + +Letting his Blue Soul map the threads of her bloodline, he pushed forward. His invisibility still cloaked him as he scaled the wall in silence. His hands gripped the stone with practiced ease, slipping past the sentries who patrolled the battlements above. One guard yawned as Max passed right beneath his feet, no more aware of him than of the wind. + +Dropping lightly into the city proper, Max straightened and scanned the streets. The place was alive with activity—Void Soul disciples in black robes, Thunder Monarch Hall members in lightning-inscribed armor, and the occasional drone humming faintly above, its violet lens sweeping over the cobbled streets. + +None of them noticed the invisible intruder moving among them. + +That faint tug in his chest pulled him forward. Lenavira’s bloodline was like a beacon only he could perceive, whispering to him, urging him toward her. It grew stronger as he moved deeper into the city, down narrow alleys, past guarded courtyards, and across shadowed plazas where masked individuals in black hoods stood like silent statues. + +Max’s eyes narrowed. ’So she really is here. And they’ve hidden her well.’ + +His pace quickened ever so slightly, his steps silent, his presence nonexistent. Guided by the bond of bloodline, cloaked by invisibility, and shielded by mastery over runes, Max had breached the "impenetrable." + +Currently, Max stood in the shadows of the corridor, his breath even, his body completely cloaked under the folds of his invisibility skill. + +Before him loomed the Obsidian Obelisk, its black surface shimmering faintly with embedded runes that crawled like living veins across its sides. It pulsed with restrained power, a beacon of authority in this hidden city.𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚 + +Even from outside, Max could sense it—his bloodline tugged faintly, whispering that Lenavira was close. Inside. Locked behind walls of spiritsteel and layers of formations. + +’So this is where they’ve kept you...’ he thought grimly, his sharp eyes tracing every rune glow. The structure wasn’t just stone—it was a prison, a fortress. The obelisk was carved with overlapping rune arrays of surveillance, detection, and suppression. + +Each rune flared whenever someone came close, only dimming when recognized fingerprints, mana signatures, and retinal scans confirmed the intruder as "authorized." + +Max’s Blue Soul scanned them with cold precision, unraveling their flows, finding the minute pauses between each pulse where the formation was most vulnerable. + +Just then Max saw a group of guards were coming in his direction with his Three Dimensional Body. + +He crouched lower, silent as mist, as a patrol of Void Soul Tower experts marched by. Their black and crimson robes brushed the stone floor, weapons strapped to their backs. + +Max held his ground, his blue soul restraining his aura rendering him as a shadow within a shadow. + +The leader of the group paused, glancing around with suspicion, before moving on. Max didn’t even blink. + +Minutes later, two wardens approached the obelisk gates. Each wore Thunder Monarch insignia—crackling lightning tattoos that glowed faintly on their forearms. They stopped before the entrance, pressed their hands against the smooth wall, and muttered something. + +The wall came alive, spreading out a golden circle of runes. The two wardens leaned forward, letting the scan pass across their retinas, and only then did the great gate dissolve silently into itself, leaving a shimmering opening. + +Max narrowed his eyes, absorbing every detail of the unlocking sequence. ’Fingerprint, eye scan, mana resonance... layered perfectly. There’s no breaking through with brute force. Timing is the key.’ + +He followed them in. His footsteps were soundless, his presence nonexistent. Inside, the obelisk was darker still, hallways lit only by thin strands of luminescent runes snaking across the walls. The air smelled of iron and old stone, oppressive, heavy, filled with faint echoes of screams that seemed trapped in the walls themselves. + +Patrol teams moved constantly, their boots striking rhythm in the corridors. Max paused often, pressing himself against shadowed corners, letting squads pass by only inches from him. + +Once, when a lone guard lingered, muttering and lighting a cigarette of spiritweed, Max picked up a pebble from the floor and flicked it lightly across the opposite corridor. The faint clink drew the guard’s suspicion away, long enough for Max to slip through a side passage like a phantom. + +Further inside, he reached a sealed door guarded by three men. These weren’t ordinary wardens—their robes bore the crest of the Void Soul Tower and their aura pressed heavily, each of them high-level Legend Rank. + +Max stilled, crouching behind waiting for an opportunity to move again. + +The three wardens stood at the sealed door, their voices carrying just enough to reach Max’s ears. + +"Prisoner’s been shifted again," one muttered, his tone sharp with annoyance. "Third floor. Deep chamber. They’re calling it the ’Lotus Cell’ now." + +The second gave a short, derisive laugh. "Lotus Cell, Lotus Cage—doesn’t matter. No one breaks into this place." + +The first leaned closer, voice dropping to a near whisper. "Not just some girl. Her bloodline... it unsettles even the elders. They say she’s tied to him." + +Silence fell for a beat. Then the third spat on the stone, his voice cold. "Max Morgan. If that brat sets foot here, he’ll die screaming. Between the Tower hounds and the Monarch dogs, he won’t last a breath." + +A faint ’click’ sounded. One of the runes nearby flickered—just for an instant—as Max’s suppressed aura brushed it too close. A guard’s head snapped up. + +"What was that?" His hand went to the hilt of his blade, eyes narrowing at the shadows. The others tensed. + +Max stilled. Not a breath, not a twitch. His body melded into the rune pillar, Blue Soul locking down every stray wisp of energy inside him. Seconds dragged like hours. + +The guard stepped forward, scanning the corridor. His gaze passed a hair’s breadth from Max’s hidden form before the flicker died. He grunted, shaking his head. "Tch. These damned runes spark at the wrong times." + +The others muttered in agreement, relaxing again. Their footsteps echoed as they resumed their watch. + +Max’s jaw clenched hard enough to ache. ’Lotus Cell. Third floor.’ The bloodline tug in his chest flared like fire. ’Lenavira... I’ve found you.’ + +Soon the three wardens moved away from there. + +Using the opportunity, Max slipped away as silently as he had arrived, weaving past another squad of Thunder Monarch experts carrying sparking weapons. Every breath he took was measured, every step calculated between rune pulses and guard rotations. + +His Blue Soul and his Three Dimensional Body worked tirelessly, mapping out the entire structure in his mind, each rune and patrol charted as though the obelisk itself was an unfolding puzzle. + +And with every step closer to the third floor, the pull of his bloodline grew stronger—like a thread of fire in his veins pointing him directly to her. + +’I’m close. Just hold on, Lenavira. I’m coming.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-978.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-978.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2ee604 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-978.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 972: Taking Stairs" +slug: "ch-978" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 978 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1056 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Sometime later, Max arrived before the third floor elevator. + +Max’s eyes lingered on the rune-forged elevator doors at the center of the corridor. They gleamed faintly, covered in dozens of overlapping formation lines that pulsed in rhythmic intervals. + +Four guards in full battle gear stood before it, their weapons unsheathed, eyes scanning the hall with predator-like sharpness. Each bore the insignia of the Void Soul Tower, their auras smothering like lead weights. + +’Impossible,’ Max thought coldly, his gaze narrowing. The elevator wasn’t just a lift—it was a death trap. + +Even invisible, the overlapping rune-scripts around the frame would burn his stealth away in an instant, exposing him. Add the guards, their eyes sweeping the air like hounds sniffing blood, and it was a straight path to disaster. ’That way is suicide.’ + +His gaze shifted. To the left of the elevator, half hidden in shadow, stood a narrower corridor, stone steps descending in one direction and climbing in another. + +The stair access. + +Less glamour, less security—but not without its dangers. + +Max’s Three Dimensional Body scanned the stairs and found they were also guarded. + +He counted six guards stationed at intervals along the stairway. Their placement was deliberate: two at the bottom, two at the midpoint, two at the top. Enough to deter intruders but not as suffocating as the elevator blockade. + +Max’s lips curved faintly. ’The stairs it is. I can maneuver through them silently.’ + +He moved. His invisibility wrapped tighter around him, his Blue Soul sinking his presence into nothingness. He approached the stair entrance, lowering his body as he slipped past a rune torch that flickered with detection light. Timing his steps with the sweep of its glow, he slid through the narrow blind spot before it pulsed again. + +Two guards sat near the base of the stairs, leaning against the wall. One chewed on dried jerky, the other tapped his spear against the stone in a dull rhythm. + +"Quiet tonight," one muttered, his voice echoing softly. + +"Too quiet," the other replied. "But don’t let it fool you. They say the intruder might show up here. The one they’re all hunting for." + +The first chuckled, shaking his head. "That boy? If he’s stupid enough to come to this fortress, he won’t leave alive." + +"Stupid? Don’t know he is considered the genius with the strongest potential in the entire world?" The other sneered at him. "If given time, he can literally become the strongest person in the entire world but a pit this guy chose to make enemies with us." + +"Hmph, I hope he dies a brutal death." The first one said ruthlessly. + +Max’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes sharpened. He slid past them as they bantered, his movements slow, measured, each footfall placed with surgical precision. Even the scrape of his boots against the stone was muted to nothing. + +The climb began. The stone steps were steep, and the air grew heavier with each level, oppressive with runic suppression. At the midpoint, two more guards paced back and forth. They were sharper, alert, their eyes constantly scanning. + +Max waited. Hidden in the stairwell’s shadows, he crouched low, listening as their conversation drifted down. + +"Third floor’s been sealed tighter than a king’s vault," one guard muttered. "Whoever that girl is, she must be worth more than all of us combined." + +"Stop talking nonsense," the other hissed. "Orders are orders. We don’t question." + +When they turned their backs simultaneously, Max flowed between them like liquid shadow, gliding past without a sound. The faintest slip, the slightest exhale too loud, and they would have sensed him—but his focus was absolute, his Blue Soul mapping their heartbeat rhythms, moving when their breaths masked his passing. + +Finally, he reached the top of the stairwell. Two guards stood rigid at the landing, spears crossed before the rune-inscribed gate that opened into the third floor. Their posture was stiff, disciplined—clearly the strongest of the stair sentries. Their armor gleamed faintly, infused with Thunder Monarch lightning, sparks crackling along their weapons. + +Max stilled again, his eyes narrowing. These two were no simple wardens; their mana signatures screamed peak Mythic Rank. But unlike the patrols, they didn’t move. They were statues, unmoving, disciplined. + +’No passing them by force,’ Max thought. His gaze slid to the rune gate behind them. It was keyed to their presence. They would have to unlock it themselves when shift change came. + +Max crouched lower, pressed against the cold wall, his breathing slow, his gaze fixed on the two peak Mythic Rank guards standing like statues before the rune-gate. Their spears shimmered faintly, crackling arcs of lightning dancing along the surface, and their eyes gleamed with that icy focus born only of endless years in service. + +’Brute force? No.’ Max’s thoughts tightened into a razor edge. ’One clash and the whole obelisk will light up like a storm. I need to slip past without a whisper. Wait... or mislead.’ + +He pressed his palm lightly against the stone floor. His Blue Soul pulsed once, spreading through the cracks and lines of the staircase like a ripple in a pond. Max coaxed a tiny surge of energy outward, just enough to brush against one of the rune seals guarding the lower stairwell. It was subtle, faint—like the scratch of a mouse’s claws. + +A heartbeat later, the seal trembled. A muted clang echoed down the stairwell as the rune flared briefly in warning. + +The guards stiffened immediately. Both snapped their heads down the stairs, spears raised. + +"You felt that?" one asked sharply. + +"Yes. Someone or something brushed the ward." The other replied in alert. + +Their eyes narrowed, suspicion burning, but neither moved from their posts. Their orders were clear: guard this gate above all. + +Max smirked faintly. ’As expected. Mythic rank guards—loyal, disciplined, not easily moved. I’ll need more than a little mouse scratch.’ + +He reached into his spatial space and withdrew a mana crystal shard, faintly glowing with compressed energy. He took out a rune brush and created a rune symbol into the shard, shaping it into a mimicry. He tossed it upward, a gentle flick of his wrist sending the shard clattering against the far wall near the corridor that branched off. + +The shard flared to life. In the air appeared the faint shimmering outline of a humanoid figure—a projected silhouette shaped like an expert’s shadow, running down the corridor. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-979.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-979.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a74577 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-979.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 973: Last Step" +slug: "ch-979" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 979 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1038 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The guards snapped instantly. "Intruder!" + +One slammed the butt of his spear against the stone, sending lightning surging into the floor as they both stormed forward toward the fleeing illusion. Their mana surged, detection arts flaring wide to capture the false figure. + +Max’s lips curved in the faintest smile. "Hook, line, and sinker." + +As they charged, the rune-gate behind them hissed, its defenses lowering for a heartbeat as the guards’ aura control shifted outward. Max moved like a phantom, sliding between their shadows and the door, his invisibility wrapping around him like liquid night. With a single step he slipped inside, the gate closing silently behind him. + +The projection fizzled out moments later, vanishing into harmless sparks, leaving the two guards growling in confusion outside. + +"What was that?" one asked darkly. + +"Could it be the runes etched onto the walls here?" The other said not sure. + +"It could be. There are too many runes here." The first one said after some thought. + +"I think so too," the other said, returning to their posts. + +Inside the third floor, Max stood pressed against the wall, every muscle still. His Blue Soul and his Three Dimensional Body expanded instantly, mapping the labyrinth ahead. Patrols. Wards. Layers of rune-locks. And beyond all of it—faint, pulsing like a heartbeat—Lenavira’s bloodline. + +Max moved like a whisper through the suffocating corridors of the obelisk’s third floor. His invisibility wrapped him in shadow, his Blue Soul stretched thin to the very limit—mapping every rune, every patrol team, every flicker of life that moved in the dim light. + +It was then he saw it. One particular cube shaped cell where he could sense her bloodline. It wasn’t far away but not close enough for Max to determine her condition. + +Dozens of guards in black armor passed him by, their steps heavy, their eyes sharp, their weapons crackling with restrained energy. Twice he froze against the wall as patrols marched past. Once he had to cling to the ceiling like a spider as a warden inspected the hallway below with an artifact lantern that cut through illusions and cloaking. + +But Max was patient. He had been patient from the beginning. He waited, he timed, he slipped, and he passed. One by one, the obstacles fell behind him, and the deeper he went, the heavier the air became. + +Finally, after what felt like an eternity of weaving through this labyrinth of prisons, Max arrived at the heart of it. + +Rows upon rows of cubic cells stretched out like a cold, endless graveyard. Each one was sealed by shimmering spiritsteel bars reinforced with runes, their faint glow crawling like veins of light across the metal. Inside them, men and women from countless clans and sects sat slumped against the walls—faces hollow, eyes lifeless, their spirits crushed by imprisonment. + +Max’s gaze swept past them all. His heart didn’t waver, not even for a moment. He wasn’t here for them. He wasn’t here to play savior to every broken soul in this cursed dungeon. + +He was here for her. + +And then he felt it. + +That familiar pull. That undeniable connection. Her bloodline—his bloodline. + +Max’s head turned sharply, his gaze locking on a cell near the far edge. His body froze for a heartbeat, then moved before his mind could even catch up. He glided between the rows, weaving around two guards who patrolled lazily but heavily armed, ducking low as he slid past a warden carrying a spirit tablet. His soul sense pressed deeper into the cell. + +There. + +Lenavira. + +She sat curled against the far wall of the cubic prison, her knees drawn close to her chest, her long silver hair draped across her shoulders. But her skin—it wasn’t the radiant glow of an elf. It was darker, ashen, with faint crimson veins crawling across it like scars of corruption. + +Her once bright emerald eyes, half-lidded and weary, flickered faintly with an unnatural red hue. + +Max’s chest tightened. + +"She’s... still in her Dark Elf form." The thought tore through his mind. + +He clenched his fist. He didn’t know everything about this form, only enough to understand it wasn’t natural, wasn’t safe. The Dark Elf state was a stain—a force elves avoided unless driven by despair or chains far beyond their will. For Lenavira to be trapped in it... it meant she was fighting something terrible inside herself. + +Max exhaled softly, forcing the tension from his body. ’I’ll get you out of there. Then... I’ll worry about the rest. First, survival.’ + +His gaze flicked over the cell door, reading it in an instant. Passcode. Fingerprint. Eye scanner. Threefold security, tied directly into the obelisk’s living core. A flawless cage. + +For anyone else. + +Max crouched lower, watching the guards circle back down the long row. His invisibility shimmered faintly, his Blue Soul humming like a restrained storm. His eyes narrowed at the cell holding Lenavira. + +He closed his eyes, pressing his back against the cold stone wall. His breath was steady, but inside his mind a storm raged. + +’I can’t wait this one out. This isn’t like the outer gates or the patrol doors. The guards won’t open her cell for a routine check, not unless they’re commanded to. That means... if I want her out, I need to make them open it themselves.’ + +His fingers curled into fists. The runes along the spiritsteel bars glowed faintly, mocking him. The passcode shimmered across a small runic panel, the fingerprint scanner pulsed dimly, and the eye plate gleamed like a predator’s eye waiting to strike. All tied to the obelisk. All waiting to scream the moment something went wrong. + +’I could try to force it... but no. The obelisk would roar, and every guard from the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall would come storming down here. Lena wouldn’t survive that crossfire.’ + +His eyes snapped open, gleaming faintly with the sharp light of his Blue Soul. He turned his head just slightly toward the corridor, watching the guards who rotated at regular intervals. + +They walked in pairs, sometimes trios, their armor polished, their weapons humming with runes. Peak Mythic Rank, some of them. Even one mistake would mean blood. + +’Right I can use that technique!’ Max’s mind flashed with an idea at that moment. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-98.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-98.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c009080 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-98.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 98: Chaos in the Central City - 9" +slug: "ch-98" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 98 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1262 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +Find more to read at freewebnovel + +’Damn, that was one strong attack!’ Max thought as he stood up from the crash site. He hadn’t expected Five to have already comprehended level 3 Sword Aura, nor had he realized that a level 3 Sword Aura would be so overwhelmingly stronger than level 2. + +In the end, he was caught off guard and could only manage a defensive move. + +"But from his words, it felt like he was sending me off… but like this?" Max smiled wryly. Most people would have been heavily injured after being hit by an attack like that, and Five used that to send Max off until next time. + +’What a madman…’ Max sighed, looking around in the dust. His Three Dimensional Body skill picked up some interesting figures around him. + +Allen conjured a sword and waved it around the crash site, blowing the dust away and revealing a figure—a figure he had recently come to hate. + +"Max, what are you doing here?" Anton said, approaching him with a solemn tone. + +Max glanced at him, Nash, then at Allen, and back to Anton. "A crazy guy attacked me, and now I’m here," he said, shrugging. + +"Who are they?" Max asked, pointing at the young man and woman with green hair. Seeing their attire reminded him of Five, which made him wonder if they were from a guild or something. + +"They are from the Monarch," Nash said, as he moved closer. + +"Monarch..." Max’s expression turned serious. Over the three months he had spent training and cultivating, he had read a lot about this world, particularly about the Valora Continent. + +Apart from the Four Regions: East, West, North, and South, there was another region called the Central Region, ruled by a person known as the Young Monarch. He led an organization called Monarch. + +But Monarch was a different power from any other guilds or organizations. From what he had read, their leader, the Young Monarch, sought to unify the Valora Continent and become its sole ruler by combining the four regions. + +It was an ambitious goal, but what made people fearful of Monarch was their willingness to go to any length to fulfill their goals—even if it meant slaughtering an entire city for the sake of it. + +"Max, I’ve said revenge will be taken." Allen came to Max’s side, his aura full of killing intent. + +Max turned to him and noticed his strength was at level 7 of the Adept Rank. Nash and Anton were also at the same strength. ’I guess level 7 of Adept Rank is a trend here,’ he mused while noticing that the two figures with green hair had the strength at level 8 and level 9 of Adept Rank respectively. + +Level 8 being the boy and level 9 being the young woman. + +"We should focus on them first before fighting among ourselves," Anton suggested, seeing Allen’s foul mood. + +Allen glared at Anton, but before he could speak, a laugh echoed in the cavern. + +"You guys continue. Don’t mind us," the young woman chuckled, her expression full of amusement. + +"No big sis!… This guy is called Max… Could he be one of the two we were told to kidnap?" Billy said excitedly. + +The young woman raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing. + +Meanwhile, Max’s expression darkened upon hearing Billy. He hadn’t expected to be on the Monarch’s radar, at least not so soon. + +The young woman turned to Allen, her expression curious. "Allen, is this the guy?" + +Everyone in the cavern, hearing her words, looked at Allen in shock. Her words implied one thing: Allen and the young woman seemed to know each other. + +"Allen, what is she talking about?" Anton asked solemnly, looking at Allen. + +Nash’s expression also turned ugly. They understood the implications if Allen and the young woman were connected beforehand. + +The general, who was beside them, looked at Allen, his expression turning serious. Having been appointed as the general of Central City by Union Vanguard, he possessed some inside knowledge that many didn’t. + +"Allen, what is this all about?" he asked, his tone extremely strict. + +Allen’s expression darkened at being questioned by everyone, but he didn’t lose his cool. He turned to the young woman. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said calmly. + +"Also, don’t talk as if you know me," he added, his tone threatening. + +Max glared at Allen, his mind racing with thoughts. ’Is this the reason the Blades are after me?’ he wondered. He didn’t buy Allen’s words at all—he knew something was off about this situation. + +He had never crossed paths with the Blades, and yet they were after him, wanting to kill him. At first, he suspected it was related to her sister and that was why they were after him. But even though they knew he was a Voidwalker, they had never revealed his identity to the Phoenix Order, knowing the relationship between the two. + +So many things didn’t add up if it was related to her sister. But if it was related to the so-called Monarch, then everything started to make sense. + +Why did Elena desperately want to kill him? Why did Allen want him to join his family? Why were they targeting him? Everything clicked into place now. + +Thinking of all this, he became certain that the Blade family had dealings with the Monarch. + +"Oh, so that’s how it is?" The young woman chuckled at Allen. Her expression was amusing as she continued. "There are two reasons why Monarch is here. Do you want to know why?" + +Anton, Nash, the general, and even Allen became curious after hearing her words. + +’Don’t tell me they’re here for me?’ Max’s expression turned ugly. If they were here specifically for him, things would go downhill fast. + +The young woman sneered, looking at them. "The first reason we are here is because of the dungeon break. It was caused by us, after all." + +Everyone was shocked by her revelation. They hadn’t expected something as mysterious as a Dungeon Break to be under someone’s control. It seemed impossible—but for the Monarch, it wasn’t. + +Seeing the shocked and grim faces, the young woman continued. "The other reason we are here is to capture two people. One is called Max Morgan, and the other is..." She paused, turning to Anton. "Alice Fireborne." + +"Alice? Why? Why is Monarch after my sister?" Anton asked calmly, though his body was releasing a powerful level 2 Flame Aura. + +"Why? Don’t you know already?" the young woman sneered. "Why not ask him? I guess he knows everything very well." She said, pointing at Max. + +Max’s expression had already turned grim upon hearing that the Monarch was after him. Learning that they also intended to capture Alice drove him into a rage. However, when she claimed that he should already know the reason behind their actions, he was left utterly bewildered. + +Why would he know the reason behind the Monarch’s motives?𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 + +"Max, what did you do?" Anton demanded, his expression twisted with fury. + +Max glared at him, incredulous. "Are you seriously going to believe her over me? Are you for real?" he shot back, his voice sharp with frustration. + +Anton stormed over, grabbing Max by the collar. "You bastard, if I find out you’ve done anything behind her back, you’re going down," he growled, his voice laced with venom. With those words, he shoved Max away forcefully. + +Turning to the young woman, Anton’s hand ignited with flames, forming a blazing sword. He leveled the weapon at her, his eyes blazing with fury. "Explain yourself—or die," he warned coldly. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-980.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-980.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d97527 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-980.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 974: Using Runes" +slug: "ch-980" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 980 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1047 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s gaze swept over the patrols circling the corridor like hounds chained to duty. Their footsteps rang steady against the steel-tiled floor, their aura flaring faintly—peak Mythic Rank guards, deadly enough that one mistake could see him undone. + +But Max only sneered, a calm curve tugging at the corner of his lips. Fear wasn’t part of him anymore. + +He shifted his weight lightly, letting his body melt into the blind spot of their rotation. There, pressed against the shadows beside a sealed cell above Lenavira’s, the angle and overlap of patrol arcs cloaked him completely. + +Even if he dropped his invisibility now, not a single guard’s sight would cut into his corner. It was as though the very stones of the obelisk had swallowed him. + +But Max wasn’t about to test that recklessly. + +His fingers dipped into his storage space, drawing out two rune papers. Kneeling low, he pressed his palm against one, his blue soul force seeping into the paper as his hand danced with rune brush. + +Symbols bloomed one after another, precise and flowing, lines weaving into complex geometry that pulsed with restrained power. He etched with purpose, every stroke deliberate, as if sketching the skeleton of a storm. + +Minutes ticked by, but Max was still as still water, the scratching hum of his soul pen against rune paper drowned beneath the faint shuffle of armored boots outside. + +Finally, the second rune flared and quieted, its glyphs settling like a predator waiting to spring. He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders once, satisfied. + +"Perfect," he mouthed without a sound. + +With deliberate steps, he slid from his nook, slipping through the guards’ rhythm like a ghost dancing between beats. One man turned his head, another adjusted his halberd grip—but none saw the shadow gliding just past their flanks. + +Max’s boots touched the cold floor directly in front of Lenavira’s cell. The sight made his chest tighten—the curled figure within, silent and unmoving, shrouded in that unwanted dark elf form. For just a fraction, his calm mask cracked. But he buried it again, steeling himself. + +His hand pressed down, rune paper sliding against the polished tiles. Mana surged faintly as he anchored the glyph into place, its etched veins sinking into the floor like roots burrowing into the veins of the obelisk itself. + +The lines shimmered once before going still, hidden from ordinary sight. To any passerby it was nothing but a blank floor. But Max knew. His rune was there. Waiting. + +"Good," Max whispered silently in his heart, his eyes narrowing with cold resolve. He straightened slightly, mind already racing through the next step, pieces of his plan aligning like blades being drawn from their sheath. + +This was only the first stone in the bridge he would use to take her back. + +*** + +The corridor was silent but for the murmurs of the guards posted outside Lenavira’s cell. Three of them stood close, weapons strapped at their sides, their voices low and casual. + +"...my son’s exam is next week. If he fails again, my wife will skin me alive," one muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. + +Another chuckled. "Better she skins you than the Commander. You saw what he did to that fool who fell asleep on duty." + +The third leaned lazily on his spear, sighing. "Honestly, I don’t get why we’re wasting men here. This elf has been locked in that cell for days without moving. If you ask me, she’s half-dead already." + +Their idle chatter grated on Max’s ears. From the shadows at the far end of the corridor, unseen and silent, he pressed a palm against the wall. His Blue Soul stirred, glowing faintly beneath his skin, and then his mind surged outward. A deep pulse rippled through the air—calm, precise, and suffocating. + +Monarch’s Authority. + +Invisible waves of soul force poured from him, sharp and domineering, laced with an ancient pressure that clawed at the guards’ minds. It was not pain—it was worse. It was fear. Pure, primal fear, the kind that tore through the heart and coiled like chains around the spirit. + +One of the guards stiffened instantly, his spear slipping from his grip and clattering to the floor. His eyes glazed over as cold sweat poured down his neck. His lips trembled, muttering incoherently before his voice flattened into silence. + +Max’s voice slithered into the man’s mind, deep, commanding, absolute. ’Open the cell.’ + +The trembling guard staggered forward, his companions staring in confusion. + +"Hey—what the hell are you doing?" one barked, but the enthralled guard didn’t answer. His hands moved stiffly, almost puppet-like, pressing against the runic panel. First, his fingerprint. The plate blinked green. + +"What’s wrong with you, damn it?" The other reached to grab his arm, but froze as the man’s eyes—wide, glazed, unfocused—glimmered faintly with a blue light. A chill crept up his spine. + +The guard bent, leaning into the scanner. A low hum echoed, the obelisk’s enchantments responding, and then—click. The locks disengaged, heavy bars sliding back with a groan of spiritsteel. + +The two unaffected guards looked at each other, panic sparking. "What in the—" + +But by then, Max was already moving. A blur of silence, a wisp of nothingness. He slipped past them as the cell doors parted, his invisibility intact, his aura erased, his presence reduced to less than a shadow.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞 + +The door yawned open, and Max slid inside just as the guard completed his final action under Monarch’s Authority. Then, with a faint twitch, the man collapsed to his knees, trembling violently, eyes vacant. + +The others rushed to his side, shouting his name, fumbling to understand what had just happened. Their confusion was chaos, and in that chaos, the door sealed shut behind Max—quietly, seamlessly, as if it had never been opened at all. + +Inside the small cubic cell, Max’s sharp eyes instantly found her. Lenavira. Curled against the wall, her skin pale with a faint dark sheen, her long silver hair stained with streaks of shadow. Her aura flickered between light and darkness, chained by the corruption of her Dark Elf form. + +Max stood there silently, his heart pounding, the remnants of his Monarch’s Authority echoing faintly in his mind. ’I’ve made it.’ + +He crouched low, his gaze softening as he whispered under his breath, words meant only for her. "Lenavira... I’m here." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-981.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-981.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2fe38cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-981.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 975: Finally Setting her free" +slug: "ch-981" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 981 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Lenavira didn’t respond. She was still curled against the cold wall, her body faintly trembling, long hair cascading forward to hide her face. The faint traces of darkness swirling over her skin told him her Dark Elf form still lingered, eating away at her natural aura. + +His chest tightened at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to rush forward, shake her awake, carry her out—but reason held him back. The cell’s walls weren’t stone or steel. They were transparent, polished spiritglass, designed so guards and wardens could watch everything inside with a single glance. Any rash movement would give him away. + +’I’ve already risked too much forcing that guard to open the door,’ Max thought, his jaw tensing. ’One wrong step now, and all of this collapses.’ + +He inhaled slowly, steadying his pulse. No—he had to act with precision, not desperation. + +From his storage space, he drew out a thin rune, etched with delicate patterns that shimmered faintly blue. A rune he had prepared before entering. Carefully, he pressed it to the inside of the transparent wall. The engravings flared to life with a soft glow, and then—vanished. + +The wall looked the same to the outside world, but within Max’s sight, thin dotted green lines slithered like serpents across Lenavira’s curled body. They crept over her form, scanning, measuring, imprinting. Then, like water filling a mold, light coalesced into shape—an image, no, a projection of Lenavira, sitting in the exact same posture. + +From outside the cell, nothing changed. To the guards glancing this way, she was still motionless, still defeated, still chained by her Dark Elf form. But within, Max saw the overlay—illusion layered perfectly atop reality. + +"Good," Max whispered, lips curling faintly. The rune had worked. + +Now came the most dangerous step. + +He reached into his storage space and withdrew a small black sphere no bigger than his palm. Its surface was dull, unremarkable, as though it had been carved from plain stone. But Max knew better. This was no ordinary tool—it was the treasure called Space Anchor Sphere he had obtained back in the Citadel of the Lower Domain. + +Max had used this treasure only once in the Middle Domain to save his life against the attack of the third elder of the Void Soul Tower when he had killed June, their Heaven Grade genius. + +’Princess Lyra... I hope you have already prepared for what I have asked earlier.’ + +Closing his eyes briefly, Max willed his mana to flow into the sphere, flooding it with the deep azure glow of his Blue Soul. The inscriptions hidden along its surface flared like constellations. He then layered his comprehension of the space concept into it—level three, sharp and cutting, enough to twist reality itself. + +The sphere trembled in his hand, growing heavier, denser, until it hummed with unstable power. + +With a silent prayer, Max tossed it gently toward Lenavira. + +For an instant, the black sphere floated across the cell, glowing brighter and brighter. Just as it was about to strike her frail figure, the glow pulsed outward. Space shivered. The world inside the cell rippled like disturbed water. + +Then—she was gone. + +Vanished without sound, without trace. + +Max blinked once, scanning with his soul sense. His heart eased when he feel her bloodline anywhere around him. She had been taken out of this cursed cage. ’She should be back in my room in the Great Ruler Empire.’ + +And yet, to the guards patrolling beyond the transparent wall, Lenavira remained. They saw her still huddled in the corner, motionless and defeated. The projection from the Illusion Rune had fused seamlessly, cloaking his actions perfectly. + +A 5th grade rune—Illusion Rune. Rare, costly, and precise. Its power was simple: it projected a false image over reality. And now, that false image was the mask covering Lenavira’s absence. + +Max exhaled slowly, shoulders easing though his mind remained sharp. ’Phase one complete.’ + +Now came the harder part—getting both of them out alive. + +Max leaned back against the cold wall of the spiritglass cell, his breath quiet and steady. Lenavira was safe—anchored away to his room in the Great Ruler Empire but the result was that he got locked in her cell in her place. + +He allowed himself a wry smile, shaking his head. ’It’s ironic. I came to free her, but in the end, I share her prison.’ His eyes flicked toward the empty corner where the projection of Lenavira still sat, curled up and unmoving. ’At least the illusion rune holds steady. To them, nothing has changed.’ + +Max exhaled softly, mind turning sharp again. ’It’s a pity that the Space Anchor Sphere could only anchor one individual at a time.’ He had gambled on that fact before even stepping into Greenwood Region. The Space Anchor Sphere was a great treasure but like everything it also had its limitations. + +It could only be used by one person. + +But Max was not a man who ever walked into the lion’s den without leaving himself a way back out. + +Outside the cell, a handful of guards had gathered, whispering in uneasy tones. Max could hear every word through his sharpened senses. + +"Did you feel that ripple?" one muttered, eyes scanning the corridor nervously. + +"It felt like a Divine Rank tearing past," another said, his voice hushed. "For a moment, I thought the whole obelisk would collapse." + +"Divine Rank? Don’t joke," a third snapped, though his hands shook. "If a true Divine Rank was here, we’d already be corpses. But we can’t rule out that possibility." + +Their fear wasn’t aimed at the cell. It wasn’t aimed at him. It was a smokescreen he could use. + +Max’s lips curved faintly. ’Good. Keep looking in the wrong direction.’ + +His gaze lowered to the rune affixed against the spiritglass wall outside the cell. It looked inert, lifeless, as if nothing more than a scrap of etched stone. But Max knew its true secret. This was no mere illusion rune like before—this was his safeguard, his exit route. + +The rune contained a single wisp of his Level 3 Space Concept, bound and compressed into its pattern. Before entering, Max had set it on a timed release—thirty minutes. All he had to do was endure until then. + +And now, the time was almost upon him. + +Minutes crawled by, measured only by the shifting boots of the guards and the faint buzz of the obelisk’s barrier. Max sat cross-legged, his Blue Soul thrumming quietly in his chest, already aligning his Three Dimensional Body with the latent currents of space. + +Then— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-982.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-982.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e75375 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-982.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 976: Spatial Distortion" +slug: "ch-982" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 982 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1247 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Fsssshh. + +The rune flared. Not brightly, not violently, but with a subtle shimmer, as though the very air outside the cell had folded upon itself. The faintest ripple of spatial law pulsed outward, invisible to ordinary eyes, but to Max it was as clear as a lantern in the dark. + +He straightened, heart steady. ’There it is. My thread.’ + +Closing his eyes, Max reached out with his soul, his Three Dimensional Body weaving itself into the lattice of space. His own comprehension of the Level 3 Concept resonated with the wisp outside, a bridge forming between prisoner and freedom. The walls, the runes, the locks—all meaningless. Only the space itself mattered. + +A sharp breath. + +A twist of will. + +And Max vanished. + +One moment he was inside the spiritglass cage, hidden by the illusion of a broken elf. The next, his form flickered and reassembled just outside, standing with his back pressed flat to the wall beside the glowing rune. + +Max allowed himself a single nod, a small exhale of relief. ’Good. That part worked.’ + +But relief was fleeting. The rune releasing space concept and Max’s use of teleportation had caused a subtle mana fluctuation in the hall. + +"What was that? I suddenly sensed mana just now?" one of them snapped, head jerking sharply toward Max’s direction. His eyes narrowed, scanning the corridor, pupils glowing faintly as his soul sense stretched. + +Max froze, body pressed flush against the spiritsteel wall, his aura smothered to nothing by the Blue Soul. His heart didn’t race, his breath didn’t falter—he simply became stillness itself, a shadow within a shadow. + +"Yeah, me too. It was subtle, almost negligible, but I also sensed it just now," another guard muttered, his tone uneasy. The second man’s gaze swept the floor, then the ceiling, pausing briefly on the cells lined down the corridor. His brows drew tight. "Something’s off." + +The third guard’s voice was heavier, weighted with suspicion. "Could someone have sneaked all the way here?" His hand twitched toward the hilt at his side, veins throbbing across his temple as his instincts screamed. + +The first man turned in a full circle, scanning every cell, every corner of the silent hallway. His steps carried him back toward Lenavira’s transparent cage. Max’s hand twitched instinctively toward his blade, ready to silence him if needed—yet the man leaned in close, staring at the curled projection inside the cell. + +Nothing had changed. + +"She’s still here." His voice was softer now, relief tugging at its edges. He pulled back, shaking his head. "No breach. Nothing missing." + +Still, his unease lingered as he straightened and addressed the others. "I think it’s outside. A battle. That would explain the soul fluctuation earlier, why old Third reacted the way he did." His eyes flicked briefly toward the guard who had unknowingly opened the cell for Max earlier. "And why we felt that mana just now." + +The second nodded slowly. "Hmm. That might be the case. The obelisk shakes whenever strong experts fight outside—disturbances seep in." + +The third, the one whose hands had betrayed him under Max’s Monarch’s Authority, shifted uneasily. He could still hear that command whispering through his skull, the echo of fear-driven obedience. His gut twisted. His soul recoiled. He wanted to confess—wanted to spill what had happened, that something else had moved his will like a puppet. But he didn’t. + +If he spoke, they would not believe him. If they doubted, they would drag him to the elders, to the inquisitors. And then they would rip open his mind with soul-searching arts, strip every secret bare, perhaps even brand him a spy. + +And spies did not live long in the Void Soul Tower. + +So he swallowed the dread, lips pressed thin, and forced himself to nod. "Yes... must be outside." + +Max, still a breath away from discovery, watched every flicker of their expressions, every weight of their words. His eyes narrowed slightly. ’Good. They doubt, but they don’t know. The illusion holds.’ + +His mind shifted swiftly. ’But they’re shaken. I can’t linger here. Every second I remain is a blade over my neck. I need to move.’ With that he began making out of the obelisk. There was nothing left for him to do in here anymore. + +Max’s steps were soundless, each movement measured, his body blending with the shadows cast by the cold, rune-lit walls of the obelisk. He slipped past the patrol post where three guards still murmured uneasily about the disturbance. Their voices faded behind him as he descended the spiral path that hugged the wall toward the lower floors. + +His mind, however, was not on them. It was on the limitations he had just uncovered. + +’I need to learn how to teleport to and out of closed spaces,’ Max thought grimly, his eyes narrowing as he paused on the landing, letting two armored wardens pass. He pressed into the hollow between two columns, invisible and smothered, until their heavy boots clanged down the stairs below. Only then did he slip out again, step after cautious step. + +Inside Lenavira’s cell, he had felt it—like a barrier, an unseen wall pressing against his soul whenever he tried to summon the power of space. His teleportation would not answer him, as though the closed cube severed the tether. + +He could tear through space in the open, bend it, slip between folds of reality itself—but not when locked inside sealed boundaries. That prison had mocked him, forced him to rely on trickery and patience instead of brute mastery. + +He had already sensed this problem when he was outside the cell. + +A faint sigh escaped him as his fingers brushed the wall. That was why he had to prepare the rune. A wisp of his own concept outside the cell, anchoring him. Without it, he would have been trapped, helpless, relying only on raw force to carve a path—and that would have doomed everything. + +His thoughts spiraled inward, dissecting his own mastery. + +The first level of Space Concept—Spatial Tear. The crude, primal use of space, ripping apart reality like cloth. Useful, destructive, but clumsy. + +The second level of Space Concept—Spatial Stasis. A subtler thread, halting motion, freezing objects, attacks, even time-flow in brief fragments. More delicate, more refined. + +And the third level of Space Concept—Spatial Distortion. Twisting space itself, bending it, stretching it, folding it until direction and distance lost meaning. It was this power he had leaned on tonight, laying a sliver of distortion outside the cell. + +When his rune released it, he had tethered himself to that distortion and slipped out through its warped pathways. + +Max’s eyes gleamed faintly in the dark, blue soul pulsing in rhythm with his steps. ’Spatial Distortion... I’ve only touched its skin. What I’ve used is nothing more than the edge of a blade still sheathed. Its true potential is far beyond this.’ + +He ducked low as a squad of Thunder Monarch Hall enforcers turned the corner above him, their halberds glowing faintly with lightning runes. He didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. Their steps thundered down past him, none the wiser. + +Straightening, Max exhaled slowly, resuming his path down toward the second floor. + +’If I don’t master teleportation in closed spaces, I will always be one misstep away from death. I can’t depend on tricks forever. One day the runes won’t be enough. One day, it will be me, locked in a sealed world, and only true understanding will open the door.’ + +His lips curved faintly, not in a smile but in resolve. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-983.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-983.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2a10307 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-983.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 977: Tailing the masked men" +slug: "ch-983" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 983 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1033 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stepped out of the obelisk with the same quiet grace he had entered with, his every movement measured and controlled. The air outside felt thinner, freer—yet he knew it wasn’t safety. Not yet. + +Still, a faint breath of relief escaped his chest. The most difficult part was done. Escaping was easier than infiltrating, since he already knew the path out. The placement of the guards, the locked doors, the rune checkpoints—all imprinted in his memory. + +All he had to do was retrace his steps with patience, slipping into blind spots, pausing for long minutes at times until the guards opened the heavy spiritsteel doors with their fingerprints. His Three Dimensional Body mapped their movements flawlessly, guiding him out without a trace. + +When the final gate shut quietly behind him, he melted back into the night’s shadows. His figure blurred and vanished into the surrounding ridge where the hidden city lay buried beneath layers of rune formations. For the first time since he entered, Max allowed himself to stand still and think. + +’Lenavira is safe now,’ he reminded himself, though the weight in his chest did not lift entirely. His eyes narrowed, sharp with determination. ’Now... it’s time to see what secrets those masked men are hiding.’ + +His mind replayed the faint glimpses of them. Black hoods, faceless, radiating a pressure so deep and raw that even members of the Seven Overlord Forces quivered like prey before them. That alone was enough to make his instincts howl. He trusted his instincts. They had never been wrong. + +He reached for his communicator that Elder Liam had given him, sending a brief but firm message across the link to Elder Liam. ’She is secured. Keep monitoring me. Do not relax. Things aren’t done yet.’ + +The communicator was a special treasure of Elder Liam. It could send messages from anywhere in the world even from secret domain without an issues. Most importantly, it couldn’t be traced making it very suitable for the situation Max found himself in. + +The reply came almost instantly, the elder’s steady voice filling his ear: ’Understood. I’ll remain on watch.’ + +Max exhaled, but his jaw tightened. "For some reason, I feel those masked men... they are no good," he muttered under his breath. The words tasted like iron. His instincts weren’t whispering now—they were roaring, warning him of danger, danger so sharp it made him feel a bit fear againt them. + +"They are dangerous." + +The voice did not come from outside. It coiled inside his head, low and calm, but carrying a gravity that made his heart skip. Blob. + +Max stiffened, eyes narrowing. "Blob, you... know them?" + +"I have a guess," Blob admitted slowly, his voice echoing like ripples across water, "but I am not certain. When you first saw them, I already sensed their peculiarity. But since you were focused on saving Lenavira, I remained silent." + +Max clenched his fists. The memory of that bone-deep fear those men projected surfaced again, and his gut twisted tighter. "Peculiarity? What do you mean?" + +Blob paused, as if weighing every word. "Their presence isn’t just strong—it distorts. It eats at the space and soul around them. If my guess is right... if they truly are who I think they are, then you—no, the entire Middle Domain—will be thrown into chaos." + +The words struck like a thunderclap. Max’s face hardened, his usual calm expression now carved with solemnity. The Middle Domain was already turbulent with the presence of Nulls and Mark. And yet it had remained balanced—stable—only because Lucien’s shadow loomed above everything like a silent deterrent. + +For something to still threaten chaos despite all of that... + +Max’s breath came slow and heavy. He lifted his gaze back toward the city hidden under layers of rune mist. His heart pounded, not with fear, but with grim resolve. + +’What in the hells are you... masked men?’ He wondered before shaking his head. + +"Blob, do you have any idea where I should begin gathering information about them?" Max asked in a low voice, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the cityscape from the shadows. + +"I suggest you find one of them and follow him," Blob answered, voice steady yet edged with caution. "See if they lead you anywhere... or to anyone. That will tell us more than speculation ever could." + +Max gave a short nod. "Makes sense." + +Without wasting another breath, he pushed off the ridge and dropped back into the city. His movements were liquid, noiseless. He slipped between alleys and leapt from roof to roof, each jump precise, his figure nothing more than a flicker against the pale glow of rune lamps that faintly lit the hidden streets. + +Finally, he scaled the tallest structure in the immediate area, a tiered spire carved with faint runic wards that hummed softly in the night. + +From that vantage point, Max let his Three Dimensional Body unfold to its full extent. His perception bled into every corner of the city, tracing guards on their rounds, patrol teams cutting across the avenues, civilians huddled in their quarters... and then—there.. + +Not far from him, moving as if the city itself bent around them, were three figures. Masked. Hooded. Their presence weighed down the air even at a distance, like cold iron pressing against his soul. + +"Got you." Max’s lips curved faintly. + +He crouched low, eyes gleaming with focus. Already, possibilities were racing through his mind. If they gathered somewhere, he could overhear them. If they split apart, he could tail one without drawing attention. Either way, information was within reach. + +He rose, silent as mist, and shot across the rooftops, shadowing them from above. Every movement was calculated: never directly in their line, always hidden behind stone ridges or chimneys, his aura sealed tight beneath layers of restraint. + +’Good. If I can catch even scraps of their conversation, I might finally know who they are.’ + +His body tightened with anticipation, but his face remained calm, expressionless. This was not the time for impatience. One mistake could cost him everything. + +He slowed as he drew closer, his eyes narrowing on the trio’s dark figures slipping down a side street toward a quieter quarter of the city. + +’Now... let’s see what you’re hiding.’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-984.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-984.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..39aa38e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-984.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 978: Underground" +slug: "ch-984" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 984 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1006 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max trailed them from the rooftops quietly from the shadows. + +The city below was quiet, but not lifeless—the usual patrols crisscrossed the streets, guards barked orders at stragglers, and the faint hum of rune-lamps whispered in the air. Yet the three masked men he followed moved through it all like shadows carved out of stone. + +Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Max expected at least a word, a nod, even the faintest exchange of gestures—but there was nothing. They didn’t speak, didn’t tilt their heads, didn’t even spare glances toward each other. + +The silence between them wasn’t natural. It was eerie. + +Max narrowed his eyes. ’Not even assassins move like this. No subtle hand signals, no coded taps, no glances. Nothing. Just... walking.’ + +He adjusted his position, leaping silently across to the next roof. Still, he found nothing—no break in their formation, no sign of individual thought. + +A chill scraped down his spine. + +’Are they even... human?’ Max thought, his gaze locked on their backs. He stretched his Three Dimensional Body outward again, probing deeper this time. Their auras were faint, muffled, almost nonexistent—like someone had taken living flames and shoved them into jars, smothered and dimmed until only embers remained. + +They didn’t feel alive, not in the way normal experts did. + +And yet... they walked, breathed, and carried themselves with the weight of power. + +Max crouched low on the spire he had landed on, his breath slow and silent. ’This is definitely abnormal.’ + +The trio turned a corner, heading into a darker street where the rune-lamps glowed weaker, shadows thickening across the stone walls. Even the guards patrolling nearby avoided the street, deliberately steering clear, their eyes sliding away as if pretending not to see. + +Max slipped into their wake like a phantom once again tailing them quietly. + +His mind sharpened around a thought. ’If I take one of them out quietly, I could soul-search them with Ashes of Insight...’ + +The purple flames curled in his memory, the forbidden fire that could devour the memories of the individuals it burned through. ’If they’re puppets... I’ll see who holds the strings. If they’re human... then I’ll know what twisted them into this.’ + +But then his gaze narrowed. The street they had chosen sloped downward, deeper into the city’s underbelly. No guards here. No rune-lamps. Just heavy stone walls lined with faint grooves—grooves Max quickly realized were hidden conduits for rune circuits. Someone had carved concealment formations right into the bones of the city. + +The trio walked without pause, their cadence unbroken, until they reached a dead end. Max perched silently above, his body pressed flat against a ledge, watching. + +They stopped before an unremarkable wall of dark stone. Not a mark, not a door. But the one in front pressed his palm to the surface. A ripple of pale light coursed across the stone, runes awakening briefly before swallowing the trio in silence. The wall yawned open—not outward, not inward, but folding like water parting—and they stepped into the darkness below. + +The wall sealed itself shut a breath later, erasing all trace of entry. + +Max’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. He felt the faint tremor of concealed space distortions beneath his feet. ’A building hidden underground... and guarded by runes of this caliber. So, this is where they vanish to.’ + +He crouched lower, his fingers brushing the stone as his Three Dimensional Body extended outward, mapping the underground like phantom hands pressing through earth. And there it was—a chamber below, sprawling, alive with muted energy. + +The underground building breathed like a slumbering beast. + +Max crouched in the shadows of the dead-end street, his body still and silent, blending so deeply with the stone around him that even the passing flicker of a surveillance drone above could not have found him. + +The faint hum of rune circuits pulsed under the wall where the first trio had vanished, a reminder that the entrance was sealed shut from the inside. There was no forcing it—not without blowing his cover and rousing the entire underground nest. + +So he waited. + +Minutes bled into hours. The streets above the dead-end grew quiet, the bustle of the hidden city fading to a distant murmur. + +Even the guards rarely patrolled here, as if this corner didn’t exist. Max remained unmoving, his mind sharpening against the creeping weight of stillness. His Three Dimensional Body stayed extended, probing every shift in mana, every faint tremor in the earth. + +Finally—steps. + +Three more masked figures emerged from the opposite side of the street. They approached the wall, their silence heavier than steel. + +Max’s breath drew shallow, his body lowering further into the gloom. ’So they come and go in groups...’ + +The first of the trio pressed his palm flat against the black stone. The runes flared once more, a faint ripple coursing across the surface like disturbed water. The wall parted. + +Max moved. + +Not forward in a rush—no, that would be suicide. Instead, he ghosted behind them, folding himself into their shadows as they stepped through. The instant the first masked figure crossed the threshold, Max slid forward in their wake. He was nothing but a whisper of distortion between them, his Invisibility clinging tight, his movements locked in rhythm with theirs. + +The wall closed behind him with a soundless pulse, sealing the city away above. + +Inside, the air was thick—heavier, charged. The walls glowed faintly with runes that rippled like veins through stone, pulsing with restrained power. + +Max moved carefully, keeping just a half-step behind the last figure, his body tucked so close to silence that even the flicker of space mana he carried was buried deep within himself. + +’What are they doing inside?’ Max’s curiosity sharpened to a blade. Every instinct in him screamed caution, but beneath that—burning hotter—was the hunger for answers. + +He descended with them into the underground halls, the darkness folding tighter the deeper they went. And they came to a stop. They looked at each other and nodded to themselves. + +It was then he saw something that blew his mind away. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-985.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-985.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a206a7e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-985.md @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 979: Demons" +slug: "ch-985" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 985 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1172 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The wall sealed shut behind him, and Max’s boots pressed onto smooth stone—silent, precise. The underground was nothing like he expected. A vast hall stretched before him, carved directly into the earth yet humming with runes embedded in every surface. + +The ceiling arched high above, glowing faintly with threads of mana light, just enough to cast an eerie twilight across the chamber. Dozens of doors lined the walls, symmetrical, like cells or passages leading deeper into some hidden labyrinth. + +The air was heavy, dense with a strange pressure that pressed on his chest and whispered that this place wasn’t meant for human eyes. + +Max slowed his steps, melding with the shadows, letting his breath melt away into nothing. The three masked figures walked forward into the hall’s center with that same unnerving, puppet-like gait. He expected them to scatter, to vanish into one of the many doors—but instead, they stopped. + +Then—something shifted. + +Each of the masked men reached up and unlatched the metal strapped across their faces. The sound was soft, but to Max, it might as well have been thunder. He narrowed his eyes, watching closely. + +The moment their masks came free, the unimaginable unfolded. + +Their bodies convulsed, trembling as though shedding invisible chains. Muscles swelled, expanding into thick, bulging cords of raw strength. Skin darkened, stretched, then split apart in patches as coarse hair burst forth like wildfire. The sound was grotesque—bones snapping, joints realigning, flesh tearing and knitting again. + +Their human silhouettes twisted into hulking monstrosities, towering a head taller than before. + +Max’s gaze sharpened, cold as steel. + +The first one’s head elongated, the mask clattering to the floor as his face split and reshaped into a predator’s muzzle. Spots crawled across his fur as sharp fangs gleamed under the dim light. A cheetah’s head sat atop his massive body, its golden eyes glowing with hunger and violence. + +The second was worse. His skull expanded, forehead jutting forward with a grotesque crunch. Two thick horns spiraled from his brow, curling upward like the peaks of a storm. His nose flattened into the long snout of a beast, his mouth bristling with jagged teeth. + +The heavy, pounding breath that escaped him shook the air itself. A minotaur-like monster, but not cow-born—no, this one was closer to a warhorse, brutal and untamed, its mane-like hair streaked across his neck as his horns gleamed with murderous intent. + +And the last—Max’s eyes narrowed. The head that emerged was avian, yes, but unlike any bird he knew. Beak curved, sharp enough to cut steel, while feathers slicked back like black blades. Its eyes glowed pale green, not the warmth of life but the chill of death itself. He had seen eagles, hawks, even phoenix illustrations in ancient texts—but this was none of them. + +This bird carried something alien, something not of this world. + +Max’s breath slowed, heart steady despite the storm raging before him. + +’Not human... not even close. Demonic beasts—no... hybrids? Camouflaged among men, walking the city above. And if they’re here, hiding under the guise of masks... how many more are there?’ + +The three creatures exhaled in unison, shoulders rising and falling as though finally freed from suffocating bindings. Their monstrous forms filled the underground hall, claws scraping against the stone floor, tails lashing and wings twitching faintly at the edge of perception. + +Max’s eyes narrowed as the truth settled like a blade pressing against his neck. The monsters before him—cheetah-head, horned beast, and the bird-like abomination—moved with unsettling ease now that their disguises were gone. + +Their guttural breaths filled the vast hall, clawed hands flexing like predators waiting for prey. + +And then—Blob’s voice echoed in his mind, low and grave. + +"So I was right." + +Max froze, every sense taut. + +"They are demons, Max. The demons that invaded our world ten thousand years ago—even before the descent of the Nulls." + +Demons. + +The word sent a cold shiver racing down Max’s spine. His mind immediately pulled at fragments of memory—Kevin’s voice echoing in his head, speaking of an ancient war, of mankind uniting to push back an invasion unlike any other. + +Kevin had said they won. That the demons had been annihilated or sealed away beyond reach. That Chapter of history was supposed to be closed. + +But here they were. Alive. Breathing. Walking beneath the very cities of the Middle Domain. + +"Demons?" Max whispered inwardly, his pupils contracting. ’If they were truly sealed, then how are they standing before me now? Did the seals break? Or were they never complete to begin with?’ + +The bird-headed demon tilted its skull, as if listening to whispers Max couldn’t hear. His knuckles whitened against the stone he leaned on. + +"What is the connection between these demons and the demons we saw in the Lost Continent?" Max finally asked, his thoughts cutting sharply to that memory. He could still see their twisted forms, their cruel eyes, their hunger for blood. But they looked very different from the demons on the Lost Continent. + +They had also been called demons—yet they looked different. Savage, yes, but not like the monsters standing before him now. + +Blob’s reply carried weight, each word landing like thunder. + +"If I am not wrong, the demons in the Lost Continent should have some connections to these very demons. Their hatred for humanity runs too deep for it to be coincidence. And I suspect there is a reason—something vast, something hidden—that fuels it." + +The image of endless red plains and shrieking hordes of the Lost Continent burned into Max’s mind. The countless bodies he had cut down. The unrelenting malice in their eyes. ’If those were connected to this... then what kind of enemy are we truly facing?’ + +Blob continued, voice heavy and solemn. + +"But mark my words, Max—what you are looking at now, these things... they are not the true demons. I have read the accounts of the Demon War. These ones are but slaves. Pawns. They were the frontline beasts—the foot soldiers true demons crafted to carry out their will." + +Max’s jaw tightened. His gaze slid from the cheetah-headed demon to the horned beast, to the avian horror. Strong as they looked, Blob was telling him they weren’t the real threat. + +"If my guess isn’t wrong," Blob went on, "then the true demons—the ones who led the invasion ten thousand years ago—must bear closer resemblance to those in the Lost Continent. The ones you already faced." + +Max exhaled slowly, though his chest felt like a weight pressed down on it. His thoughts twisted sharply, hard and cold. + +’So the Lost Continent was more than just some cursed wasteland.’ + +His face darkened, growing increasingly solemn as his mind put the pieces together. The implications were vast, terrifying. + +Then a flicker of relief broke through the storm of his thoughts. + +’It’s good that I chose to eradicate the demons completely from the Lost Continent.’ Max’s chest loosened slightly, remembering the piles of corpses he left in his wake. + +He sighed inwardly, but his eyes never softened. They stayed locked on the demons in front of him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-986.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-986.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fa96fac --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-986.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 980: A small wait" +slug: "ch-986" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 986 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1036 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max took a deep breath as his eyes swept across the vast chamber. The underground space stretched endlessly in every direction, torches burning with pale blue flames that threw twisted shadows across the walls. + +He counted door after door, each sealed tight, each radiating a sinister aura that made his skin prickle. + +"This should be their secret base or something..." Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and sharp. His gaze hardened as he pieced together the puzzle. "But why here? Why beneath the hidden city of Void Soul Tower of all places?" + +The thought gnawed at him, more unsettling with each passing moment. Was the Void Soul Tower colluding with demons? Were the so-called geniuses and elders just pawns hiding a greater betrayal? And if the Thunder Monarch Hall also had ties to this... then the Middle Domain’s balance of power was rotting from within. + +His fists clenched at his side as question after question rang through his head, every one heavier than the last. But the answer—he knew—was buried somewhere inside this underground chamber. + +Just then, Blob’s voice resounded in his mind, weighty and grim. + +"Max, I must warn you. If you push any further, you will be risking your life." + +The words echoed like a hammer striking the still air. + +"I don’t doubt your invisibility skill, but I also won’t underestimate these demons. They are not like humans. They are not like Nulls either. They are beings from outside this world—alien, unnatural. Their methods are strange, unpredictable. Detecting someone spying on them won’t be difficult for them at all." + +Max froze mid-step, his expression sharpening. Blob was right—he wasn’t dealing with some other force members or corrupt elders anymore. These were the remnants of a race that had once challenged the entirety of mankind. + +But even so, he could not turn back now. + +He exhaled slowly, his mind steadying itself like a blade pressed against a whetstone. + +’I’ve come too far to stop here. I can’t retreat now, not when the answers are within reach.’ + +Besides, it wasn’t like he was without support. He had Elder Liam monitoring his every move from afar, waiting for just one call to strike. If things spiraled out of control, Liam would descend with his terrifying strength. + +And that wasn’t his only card—Max still carried the magic cube President William had entrusted to him, a lifeline that could summon the might of the Hunter Association’s leader at any moment. + +And more than that... + +Max’s senses brushed against the edges of the hidden city, and a faint smile touched his lips. + +’Black Lotus Guild...’ He could already feel their presence, sharp and dangerous, pressing in from every angle like blades drawn from their sheaths. This wasn’t some ragtag squad either—the auras he sensed belonged to Divine Rank experts, figures whose mere existence could suppress cities. + +The Black Lotus Guild wasn’t here by coincidence. They had already surrounded the hidden city, sealing every exit like a predator circling its prey. + +With Elder Liam’s watchful eyes, President William’s cube, and the Black Lotus Guild’s presence lurking like wolves in the shadows—Max finally allowed himself a measure of courage. His heart steadied, his gaze sharpened, and his lips curved into the faintest smile. + +’Fine. Demons or not, secrets or not—I’ll uncover what lies here.’ Max made up his mind. + +His eyes never left the three figures before him—no, not demons as he had once thought, but twisted humanoid beasts wearing human skin as a disguise. + +The illusion had melted away once their masks came off, their true forms grotesque yet disturbingly regal in their own manner. Burly bodies, fur and feathers, horns and claws—all merged into shapes that looked as if the wild itself had been warped into humanoid form. + +They spoke among themselves in guttural tones, voices rasping with an edge that made Max’s bones itch. But his Three Dimensional Body, sharper than any ear, caught their words without fail. + +He hadn’t missed a single syllable—even while speaking with Blob within the confines of his mind. Each sentence layered upon the last, painting the outline of something bigger, something darker than even Blob had warned of. + +And yet, for now, they were idle. Their tone casual, their movements restrained, almost... bored. They were waiting. + +Max understood quickly—this wasn’t just a gathering of three. They were a squad, one of many. + +So Max waited too. He had no choice. He couldn’t force his way through the heavy iron doors lining the chamber without exposing himself. Even his invisibility would shatter the moment he made the smallest mistake. + +If he tried to open one of those doors, every creature in this place would turn on him. His survival would become a gamble he wasn’t ready to take. + +So he endured. + +The torches along the walls burned with a dim, eerie glow, their bluish flames throwing monstrous silhouettes across the stone floor. The silence of the chamber stretched on, broken only by the occasional shuffle of the beasts before him. + +Minutes blurred into an hour. + +Then—movement. + +The sound of boots striking stone echoed from the passage ahead. Max tensed instantly, sinking deeper into the shadows as his eyes snapped toward the sound. + +Another trio entered. Their masks glinted briefly in the blue firelight before being cast aside. And just like the first group, their bodies warped the moment the masks came free. + +Their human shells peeled back, their monstrous forms revealed in full: a wolf-headed brute with eyes like molten silver, a snake-haired creature with skin patterned like scales, and another whose entire body radiated a faint crimson glow, veins pulsing as though molten magma flowed beneath its flesh. + +Max’s gaze darkened. ’They aren’t human at all... they’re a beast army hiding in plain sight.’ + +But the arrivals didn’t stop there. Three more groups came, one after another. The hall grew crowded with their presence, the air thick with their guttural chatter. Max counted them carefully—four squads now, twelve in total. + +Each trio removed their mask, each one unveiling a body that resembled something between dungeon beast and man. Horns. Wings. Beaks. Scales. Fur. Every form of monster one could imagine from the wilds and beyond, given the shape of a warrior. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-987.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-987.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..618fe67 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-987.md @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 981: Secrets" +slug: "ch-987" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 987 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1353 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s stomach tightened. He had fought monsters all his life, but these were different. These were monsters with intelligence in their eyes. Monsters capable of strategy. Capable of infiltrating the very heart of the Middle Domain. + +As he studied them, Max felt the shift in the air. The waiting was over. + +One of the original three glanced at the others, a guttural snarl escaping his throat before he jerked his chin toward one of the doors at the far end of the chamber. Heavy, double-layered iron, carved with strange, jagged runes that pulsed faintly in the blue torchlight. + +The groups began to move, one after another, in silence now. Their chatter died down as they approached the door. A ripple of anticipation moved through them like a wave. + +Max followed. His footsteps matched their rhythm, his invisibility wrapping around him like a second skin. Every motion was precise, every breath calculated. He kept close enough not to lose them, but far enough not to be caught in the swaying of a tail or the flare of some unnatural aura. + +He trailed the group deeper into the underground chamber. Soon, he realized this was no ordinary passage. They entered a vast, spiraling gateway that unfolded into something entirely unnatural. + +The world around him shifted. + +Stone gave way to nothingness. + +Max found himself standing on a staircase that floated in the void—massive stone steps suspended in midair, twisting and turning in directions that defied logic. Some rose into the endless dark above, others dipped sharply down, vanishing into swirling patches of black mist. Some even curved sideways or bent back onto themselves. + +There were countless such stairways, stretching as far as his eye could see, each one leading to different glowing doors or platforms scattered across the abyss. The humanoid beasts strode forward without hesitation, their monstrous forms moving as though they knew the place by heart. + +Max’s Three Dimensional Body scanned outward instinctively, yet to his shock, it failed him. No matter how far he pushed his senses, they could not pierce the void surrounding him. The space was sealed, locked tight by laws far greater than his current mastery. + +His eyes sharpened. ’This place isn’t normal. It’s like a hidden world buried inside the city itself... but it feels more ancient, more sinister.’ + +He followed carefully, his invisibility wrapped tight around him as the group ascended one set of stairs, then shifted onto another that curved downward. The beasts moved with uncanny precision, stepping onto intersections that seemed random but clearly weren’t. They knew the exact paths. + +Max clenched his fists as the journey went on, each step dragging him deeper into the unknown. + +Then, the path ended at a wide platform jutting out into the void. A massive cave opened ahead, its jagged mouth glowing faintly with torchlight. The beasts entered without pause, and Max, silent as a shadow, slipped in behind them. + +The sight inside made his blood run cold. + +Rows of humans—men and women—were chained to the walls, their bodies gaunt and beaten, their eyes dim with despair. The stench of blood and sweat clung to the air, thick enough to choke. Some prisoners lay motionless, corpses forgotten in the corner, while others groaned weakly, their chains rattling at the slightest movement. + +Max’s jaw tightened. His eyes blazed cold fury, though he restrained himself. He couldn’t act—not yet. His purpose was to uncover the truth, no matter how much his instincts screamed to burn this place to ash. + +The beasts barely spared the prisoners a glance as they walked through, their guttural conversation continuing without pause. To them, the humans weren’t lives. They were tools. Meat. Nothing more. + +Max followed silently as they exited the cave and crossed another stretch of void stairs. This time the path led downward, spiraling into a lower platform. Another massive archway awaited them, carved with symbols Max couldn’t recognize but felt instinctively were old—older than the Middle Domain itself. + +The arch opened into a colossal hall, and the moment Max stepped inside, his heart clenched. + +It was a battle arena. + +Circular, vast, with tiered platforms rising along the walls for the beasts to watch from. At its center, bloodstains marred the stone floor, and the air reeked of slaughter. Torches burned with sickly green flames, casting an eerie glow over the scene. + +Inside the ring, two humans were fighting desperately. Their bodies were broken, their movements sluggish, yet they were forced to keep going. Outside the arena, humanoid beasts cheered, snarled, and laughed, their monstrous voices rising in twisted joy. + +Max’s fists shook at his sides. ’They’re treating humans like entertainment... like gladiators for their sick amusement.’ + +He forced himself to calm down, pressing his fury deep beneath the surface. If he lashed out now, it would be suicide. He needed information. He needed to find the heart of this operation. + +The group he followed barely lingered, watching for only a moment before moving on. They passed through another gate behind the arena, stepping onto yet another staircase of void. Max followed closely, his eyes burning with hatred but his steps steady, cold. + +This final path led higher than before, twisting upward into the abyss until it finally ended before a wall that shimmered faintly as though rejecting their presence. The humanoid beasts stopped there. + +They raised their clawed hands, speaking words Max couldn’t understand. The language was jagged, ancient, and the air itself rippled with their voices. Runes flared briefly, then sank into silence as the wall quivered and slowly dissolved. + +A passage was revealed. A secret hall. + +The beasts stepped through casually, their voices fading into the void as the wall reformed behind them. + +Max didn’t move. + +His gaze locked onto the wall, unblinking, unwavering. The faint ripple of spatial energy pulsed against it like a hidden heartbeat, whispering of something sealed just beyond. + +’There is definitely a secret room behind this wall,’ he thought grimly. His Three Dimensional Body—usually his most reliable perception tool—was almost useless here, smothered by the void’s oppressive laws. + +But his level 3 space concept, Spatial Distortion, allowed him to sense fluctuations in space itself. And space didn’t lie. There was a hollow beyond this wall, a chamber carved carefully into existence. + +Slowly, he stepped closer, his invisibility skill still draped over him like a cloak of silence. His hand lifted, pressing gently against the cold surface. The wall wasn’t ordinary stone—it hummed faintly with runes etched deep within, runes crafted to shield and conceal. Yet, where others might have been blinded, Max’s affinity with space pierced the veil. + +He closed his eyes and drew upon his Three Dimensional Body, intertwining it with his spatial concept. The effort strained him; the resistance here was powerful, alien. The void itself seemed to push back. But Max gritted his teeth and forced his perception through. + +And then—like light breaking through mist—the blurred outline of the chamber beyond flickered in his mind. + +The images were hazy, fractured, as though seen through fogged glass, but enough to ignite shock within him. + +Five figures. + +Three were seated around what seemed to be a dark stone table, their postures calm, deliberate. Two stood behind them, their towering silhouettes unmistakable even through the distortion. + +But it wasn’t their monstrous forms that made Max’s heart skip a beat. It was the humans among them. + +Humans sitting side by side with these beasts. + +Max’s eyes widened, his breathing shallow. He focused harder, sharpening the image, and then he recognized them. + +The long, regal bearing of the man at the head of the table. The faint outline of his robes embroidered with thundercloud patterns, radiating authority like a storm waiting to erupt. + +The Thunder Lord of the Thunder Monarch Hall. + +And opposite him, a leaner figure, his aura cold, sharp, and suffocating even through the distortion. The Tower insignia etched on his robe, faint but undeniable, confirmed his identity. + +The Tower Lord of the Void Soul Tower. + +Max’s pupils contracted violently. + +The leaders of two of the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain—men revered and feared across countless regions—were here, sitting in secret with humanoid beasts. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-988.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-988.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13d7309 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-988.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 982: Run!" +slug: "ch-988" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 988 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1051 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Just as Max was observing them with his Three Dimensional Body and his 3rd level concept of space, a heavy presence rolled out like a shockwave. + +The lion-headed humanoid beast turned its savage head sharply toward the wall—toward Max. Its golden mane bristled as its eyes gleamed with a bestial, brutal sharpness that pierced like fangs. + +"Someone is spying on us," it growled, its voice a deep, guttural rumble that carried primal authority. The sound itself seemed to claw at the air. + +Max’s pupils contracted. His heart skipped. He instantly severed his connection to the chamber, retracting his Three Dimensional Body and space concept as if burned. His thoughts raced. + +’Did he sense me? Or did he only feel the disturbance in the space?’ + +He didn’t get the chance to think further. + +A deafening crack echoed through the underground. + +The wall before him shattered violently, fragments exploding outward like a storm of shrapnel. The sheer force of the blast slammed into Max, hurling him backwards into the shadows. His invisibility held, but the dust and rubble clung to him, coating his body in a thin layer of grit. The ground beneath him trembled, and a shockwave rippled through the chamber. + +Max gritted his teeth, body aching, but he didn’t dare make a sound. His cloak of invisibility still veiled him, and that was his only saving grace now. + +The lion beast stepped forward, scanning the rubble with predatory focus. Its burning eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as if sniffing for prey. + +"Tower Lord Mathew. Thunder Lord Xandar. How did someone get inside here?" the beast demanded, its gaze sweeping across the ruined section. Its tone carried not suspicion, but certainty. It knew something had disturbed the sanctity of this chamber. + +Max froze. Every instinct screamed at him to flee, but he forced himself still, pressing his body against the cold floor. Not a breath, not a blink. He couldn’t afford even the sound of dust sliding off his cloak. + +Across the table, Tower Lord Mathew rose slowly. His brows furrowed deeply, his eyes cold and sharp like daggers. His very presence radiated authority, the weight of a man who ruled countless regions with an iron hand. + +"Someone broke into this place? Impossible!" Mathew’s voice boomed with disbelief and wrath. "I oversaw the creation of this underground myself. Every thread of its foundation runs through my control. Without my recognition, not a single living being could step foot here." + +Beside him, Thunder Lord Xandar’s expression darkened. He didn’t speak, but arcs of faint lightning flickered around his frame, betraying his own unease. + +Max, hidden in the rubble, felt the cold weight of their auras pressing down on him like mountains. His chest tightened as sweat slid down his temples. He silently summoned the Blue Soul, restraining his aura to the faintest whisper—smothering his presence until even the void itself might forget him. + +He dared not move. He dared not breathe. He was in the den of monsters—and two of the most powerful humans in the Middle Domain were sitting comfortably among them. + +"I definitely sensed someone here," the lion-headed humanoid beast snarled, his deep voice reverberating like thunder in the hollow chamber. His lips curled back, exposing sharp fangs, and his tone dripped with contempt at Tower Lord Mathew’s assurance. + +Tower Lord Mathew’s face tightened at the challenge, but before he could speak, the beast’s pupils suddenly dilated, then blazed with a terrifying golden light. A primal aura surged forth, crushing and oppressive, sweeping over the rubble like a storm hunting prey. + +Max’s heart clenched. He froze even harder than before, as though his body were carved from stone. He had restrained every trace of his aura with the Blue Soul. He hadn’t even twitched a finger. He was invisible, silent, and immobile—yet the moment those golden eyes swept across the wreckage, he felt it. That chilling prickle crawling down his spine. + +The beast’s face twisted into something even more savage, features elongating with ferocity, veins pulsing against his golden mane as if his very blood boiled. His breathing deepened, like a predator closing in on prey it could smell, even if it couldn’t see. + +Then it happened. + +Those glowing eyes stopped. They locked onto one point amidst the dust and debris—where Max crouched, cloaked in invisibility. + +Max’s pupils shrank into slits. ’Impossible...’ + +He hadn’t made a sound. Not a breath of mana leaked. His Blue Soul buried his existence into nothingness. But the beast still found him. + +The lion-headed monster leaned forward slightly, nostrils flaring, claws curling at his sides. His gaze didn’t waver. "There," he growled, his lips curling into a sneer that exposed teeth like jagged blades. "Do you think you can hide from me?" + +Max’s mind raced. His body screamed to flee, but he dared not. One movement now, one twitch, and the beast’s certainty would turn to revelation. + +’How... how is he seeing me?’ Max thought, his heart hammering in his chest like a war drum. ’Even my invisibility and Blue Soul together... can’t conceal me?’ + +The lion-headed beast’s golden eyes burned brighter, almost as if they pierced through the very fabric of the invisibility skill itself, rendering Max’s concealment meaningless. + +For the first time in a long while, Max felt as though he was prey under the gaze of something far beyond him. + +"Run!" Blob’s urgent voice thundered in Max’s mind like a hammer striking an anvil. + +Max didn’t hesitate for even half a breath. His body crackled alive, his figure suddenly erupting in violent scarlet arcs of lightning that tore through the dust and rubble around him. The aura of his 3rd level Lightning Concept fused perfectly with the inheritance flowing in his veins—Storm King’s Inheritance: Extreme Speed. + +Bang! + +The floor beneath his feet shattered into molten fragments as he vanished from sight, his body dissolving into a crimson streak that shot through the underground chamber like a flash of wrathful lightning. To the onlookers, it was as if a thunderbolt had ripped open the world itself. + +The sudden burst of speed shocked everyone present. + +Tower Lord Mathew’s eyes widened, disbelief painting his face. His composure, always so steady and calm, cracked as he blurted, "A human?!" + +Thunder Lord Xander’s expression twisted dark. The mighty aura he constantly suppressed burst forth instinctively, rattling the entire chamber. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-989.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-989.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..775f44d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-989.md @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 983: Found" +slug: "ch-989" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 989 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1213 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The chamber fell into stunned silence for a breath. Then chaos erupted. + +"He was here all this time!" one of the humanoid beasts bellowed, slamming his clawed fist into the stone wall, splitting it apart like fragile wood. + +Tower Lord Mathew’s face turned grim as he scanned the wreckage with his divine sense, but Max’s aura was nowhere to be found. "Impossible... I never detected him. Not a single fluctuation of soul or mana! How did he—" + +Thunder Lord Xander’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with killing intent. "No human should have been able to enter this lair. For him to appear here unnoticed..." His gaze turned ice cold. "...someone must have guided him here." + +Max, meanwhile, was already gone, his body a crimson streak darting through the void-like tunnels of the underground. The wind screamed in his ears, his heartbeat pounding in rhythm with the lightning raging inside him. He didn’t dare look back. He could feel their senses clawing at his trail, chasing, hunting—but none could catch the phantom speed he unleashed. + +’That was too close...’ he thought, his expression dark. ’If I hadn’t reacted instantly, I would’ve been torn apart.’ + +And yet, the revelation hit him harder than the danger itself: + +Not only had he uncovered the Tower Lord and Thunder Lord colluding with these beasts—he had also revealed himself to them. + +There would be no turning back now. + +"You think you can run away after what you’ve seen?" + +The booming voice of Leone, the lion-headed humanoid beast, thundered through the underground like a collapsing mountain. His tone was dripping with malice, filled with an authority that sought to crush everything beneath it. + +Max’s Three Dimensional Body instantly picked up on the killing intent chasing him. His senses painted a horrifying image—behind him, a colossal lion wreathed in golden flames rampaged through the void-like tunnels, each of its steps leaving trails of molten destruction. Its roar shook the very bones of the underground structure, and then— + +Hooooom! + +The flaming lion opened its maw. Inside, light gathered, coalescing into a burning mass of radiant death. In the next instant, it spat out a golden fireball so massive it dwarfed Max’s frame, its heat so intense that the stone walls and steel-like floors of the underground dissolved into nothingness. + +’Crap!’ Max’s eyes widened, his instincts screaming. Without wasting a fraction of a second, he summoned his trump cards. + +"Dragon Scales Transformation!" + +His body was instantly wrapped in a surge of draconic power. Black glowing scales burst across his skin, exuding a radiant golden sheen as 800 Draconic Scales roared awake inside him. His muscles tightened, his aura skyrocketed, and his very flesh pulsed with terrifying resilience. + +At the same time, Max conjured his dual defensive arts. "Eternal Bulwark! Omni Guard!" + +Boom! + +A colossal red gate, ancient and unyielding, materialized before him, its surface carved with runes older than civilizations. It was backed by the green, hexagonal sphere of Omni Guard, a protective barrier layered like interlocking plates of emerald light. + +Both defenses encased Max in a fortress of absolute defense. + +Then it struck. + +BANG! + +The golden fireball slammed into the Eternal Bulwark. The collision unleashed a cataclysmic explosion. Shockwaves howled through the underground chamber, tearing walls apart, splintering the air, and vaporizing the ground in every direction. + +The Eternal Bulwark groaned. Runes flickered desperately, cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. + +Crack! Crack! Craaack... Shatter! + +The colossal red door splintered, disintegrating into nothing but fragments of fading light. The golden inferno roared forward, unrelenting, smashing into the Omni Guard next. + +The green sphere trembled violently as its hexagonal plates lit up one after another, struggling to withstand the overwhelming force. But against Leone’s fury, it was hopeless. The plates shattered in sequence, bursting apart like glass. + +BOOOOM! + +Max was swallowed by the explosion, his body thrown like a ragdoll. He crashed through the underground, smashing through stone walls, ceilings, and reinforced floors. His body tore through the labyrinth of the chamber like a meteor punching through layers of earth. + +Boom! Boom! Boom! + +The destruction followed him until suddenly— + +Whoosh! + +The air changed. Cold and fresh air whipped across his face. Dust gave way to moonlight. Max’s body burst out of the underground chamber and into the open sky above the hidden city. + +Max coughed blood midair but forced his spinning body to stabilize. His scales glowed faintly, battered but still intact, proof of his transformation’s resilience. He sucked in a sharp breath as he gazed at the burning wreckage of the underground far below. + +’I flew all the way up... to the hidden city?’ His thoughts were in shock. Leone’s attack wasn’t just powerful—it was apocalyptic. If not for his defenses and transformation, he would have been erased completely. + +But Max didn’t allow himself to hesitate. Immediately, he pulled out his communication treasure and shouted with soul force: + +"Elder Liam! Now! I need you here—immediately!" + +His voice was strained but steady. This was no longer a matter he could handle alone. + +Before he could even catch his breath, a growl, low and venomous, tore through the night sky. + +"You survived my attack? A mere peak Champion Rank insect dares endure my flames?" Leone’s voice rolled across the city like thunder. + +Max’s head whipped to the side. From the collapsed ruins of the underground chamber, the golden flaming lion emerged. Its enormous body was cloaked in infernal radiance, flames rising from its mane like molten rivers. Its eyes—burning orbs of gold—locked onto Max with feral bloodlust. + +The city below trembled as its presence alone distorted the air, turning night into burning dawn. + +"How can I not survive?" Max sneered, his voice dripping with mockery even as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His golden-draconic scales glinted under the moonlight, cracked but unbroken. "After all, that attack was so very weak—like being pawed at by a little kitty." His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with provocation. + +The taunt echoed through the hidden city, sharp and deliberate. + +Leone, the lion-headed beast, did not rage. Instead, his burning golden eyes narrowed, his feral face calm in a way that made the silence more terrifying. The flames along his mane flared higher, scorching the very air. + +"Nice try," Leone growled, his tone almost bored. "But jokes aren’t my thing." + +His lion head tilted back slightly, then snapped forward in a sudden motion. From his flaming maw, tens of blazing disc-shaped projectiles burst forth, each one spinning violently as if forged from molten suns. They shot through the sky in arcs, leaving trails of golden fire that split the night like cracks of dawn. + +Whhooooom! Whhooooom! Whhooooom! + +Max’s pupils shrank. His Three Dimensional Body mapped the trajectory of every disc, painting a terrifying picture in his mind. Each flaming disc wasn’t just destructive—it carried the weight of the Divine Rank. + +’These attacks... they’re all at the Divine Rank level!’ Max’s heart pounded. The pressure pressing on his chest was suffocating, heavier than any mountain. His teeth clenched as his body tensed. ’Even one of these could kill me if I misstep. I can’t—no, I must not take them head-on.’ + +His thoughts raced as his senses tracked every incoming strike, preparing to weave lightning and space together for a desperate evasion. + +But before he could act— \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-99.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-99.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8012dfc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-99.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 99: Chaos in the Central City - 10" +slug: "ch-99" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 99 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1244 +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +The young woman smiled as she glanced at Max’s frustrated expression and Allen’s scowling face. "I understand now. You haven’t told anyone about Max’s real identity, have you?" She asked, her gaze shifting to Allen. + +Allen glared at her but refused to speak. + +Anton, however, was far less restrained. He shot a glare at Allen and pointed his blade at him. "What is she talking about? Answer me!" he shouted. + +Allen remained silent, not even bothering to look at him. + +Max, meanwhile, wore an increasingly grim expression after hearing the young woman’s words. ’Does she know that I’m a Voidwalker?’ he thought, his mind racing. + +’But how?’ he wondered, recalling her sister’s words about making many enemies while searching for their parents. + +His face turned pale as realization dawned. ’Could the enemies she’s talking about be Monarch?’ His eyes widened. + +Everything began to click as he thought more about it. Why the Blades were after him, why Monarch was after him—it all made sense now. + +Max took a deep breath, forcefully calming the inner turmoil and turned to Anton, who was still raging at Allen, but no matter how much he shouted, Allen remained silent. + +"Hahaha, I see where this is going," Anton laughed maniacally. His eyes darted between Max, Allen, and the young woman as he raised his right hand. + +Flames began to swirl and blaze in his palm, their intensity growing with each passing second. + +"What are you doing?" Nash shouted, realizing Anton’s intent. + +Anton’s laugh grew louder. "These bastards aren’t taking me seriously, so I’ll make them take me seriously." His voice was dripping with madness as he focused all his energy on the flames in his hand, slowly shaping them into a lotus. + +A moment later, a perfect lotus made entirely of flames floated above his hand, radiating a fiery aura. It looked beautiful, but the expressions of everyone in the cavern told a different story. + +They were all filled with terror, as if they weren’t looking at a work of art, but rather a weapon of mass destruction. + +’That’s the World Destruction Flame Lotus!’ Max thought silently. After defeating Killian, he had been given the Phoenix Order’s technique, as promised. + +The technique, Carefree Phoenix Tactics, consisted of three moves: + +The first move allowed the user to conjure any type of weapon made entirely of flames, called the Flame Arsenal. + +The second move, Phoenix’s Wings, allowed the user to form wings made of flames, which could be used for more than just flying—they had many applications, depending on the user.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 + +The third and final move was the World Destruction Flame Lotus. There was little known about the move, except for the method of training it. + +To this day, Max had failed countless times to form the otherworldly lotus, but now, seeing it in front of him, he understood why. + +’Previously, I thought it was because my Flame Aura wasn’t strong enough to form the lotus, but now I see where I was lacking.’ His eyes flashed, and a strong desire to try the technique surged within him, but he forced himself to calm down. ’I’ll try this another time,’ he thought, noticing the tense atmosphere in the room. + +Everyone—Allen, Nash, the general, even the young boy and the young woman with green hair—became alert to the lotus in Anton’s hand. + +"What happened? Why the long faces?" Anton mocked, his eyes flicking between them. He turned to the young woman. "I’ll ask you one last time. What is this all about? How is Max involved? Why my sister? Tell me everything, or I’ll let this lotus fully bloom." + +He sneered. "Do you know what this place is? I wonder what would happen if a bomb exploded underground. I’m very eager to find out." + +The young woman sighed and looked at him. "Are all the people from the Phoenix Order so hot-headed? Can’t you think calmly?" She shook her head as she spoke. "Max Morgan is Max Voidwalker, the brother of Freya Voidwalker. Do you need me to remind you what Freya did to the Phoenix Order?" + +Anton’s expression darkened at her words, and not just him—Nash and the general were equally shocked, their faces filled with disbelief. + +Only Max and Allen remained calm. + +Anton turned to Max and saw no reaction from him. Max stayed silent. + +Max glanced back at him and facepalmed. "Are you going to believe her again?" + +He turned to everyone—Nash, the general—and shouted, "Have you all gone insane listening to her? She’s just trying to stir up conflict among us. What if her goal is to stall you here?" + +"Oh, don’t worry about that," the young woman sneered. "The duo responsible for capturing Alice left long before we came here." + +She turned to Max. "The guy who attacked you just now must have recognized your identity and sent you here so I could capture you. Oh, he was one of the duo meant to capture Alice, and I believe they’ve already captured her by now." + +Max’s eyes widened as realization hit him. He had thought it was just a coincidence that he ended up here after being attacked, but now he understood. He had been sent here intentionally so the young woman and her accomplice could do their job. + +"You still haven’t explained how Allen and the Blades fit into all of this," Anton asked, his voice deathly calm. + +The young woman glanced at Allen, then back at Anton. "We weren’t sure if Freya Voidwalker actually had a brother. It was a tip from a mysterious source that led us to believe someone named Max, Freya Voidwalker’s brother, exists in the world." + +She turned to Allen. "But we needed confirmation. If he exists, we either needed him dead or alive, captured. That’s why we made a deal with the Blades. If Max exists, they would kill him or bring him to us alive, in exchange for something they wanted." Your journey continues at freewebnovel + +"I see…" Anton said think for a moment, then dismissed his attack, watching as the lotus disintegrated. + +Flaming wings sprouted from his back as he took off, flying toward the tunnel Max had come from. + +As soon as Anton left, vines sprouted from the ground and coiled around Max’s body, capturing him. + +"Haha, got you," the young woman laughed, turning to the general and the others. "I guess our battle is over," she chuckled, feeling satisfaction in having captured Max. + +"Is this funny to you?" Max asked, his eyes filled with rage. Killing intent radiated from him as his entire body unconsciously activated the power of all 15 Draconic Scales, turning his skin a deep red. + +The vines constricted around him, but they were instantly crushed into pieces by the raw strength of the Draconic Scales. + +Just at that moment, Max’s figure blurred as he appeared in front of the young woman, surprising everyone. Not many could follow his movements, and those who did were left in disbelief. + +"You talk too much," Max said coldly, slamming his fist toward her. + +The young woman reacted swiftly, summoning tens of thick vines from the ground to appear between her and Max. + +But Max’s fist obliterated the vines as if they were mere sheets of paper, tearing them to shreds. However, by the time he reached her, the young woman had already retreated, dodging his strike. + +"You’re lucky I’m in a hurry," Max said coldly, before taking off in the air and disappearing into the tunnel. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-990.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-990.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a109220 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-990.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 984: Elder Liam’s Timely Assistance" +slug: "ch-990" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 990 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1082 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Fwoooosh! + +A calm, steady figure materialized between Max and the oncoming discs, like a mountain descending from the heavens. + +The man raised a single hand. His palm glowed faintly with ancient power, and then— + +CRAAACK! BOOOOM! + +All the flaming discs shattered midair, as if they had struck an invisible barrier of indomitable strength. They broke apart into fragments of golden embers before fading into harmless motes of fire, dissipating in the night sky. + +Max blinked. Relief surged through him like a tide. "Elder Liam—you’re here." His voice trembled slightly, though not from fear, but from the weight finally lifted from his chest. + +Elder Liam gave him a curt nod, his expression calm yet his presence towering. His eyes shifted forward, locking onto Leone. The elder’s aura unfurled silently, pressing down like the invisible weight of heaven itself. + +But then his gaze moved past the lion beast—toward the figures now stepping out of the underground ruins. Tower Lord Mathew. Thunder Lord Xandar. And behind them, two other humanoid beasts, their monstrous heads wreathed in strange power, their eyes sharp with malice. + +For a brief moment, Elder Liam’s calm composure faltered. Confusion rippled across his face. "Humanoid beasts...? Here?" His brows furrowed, the ancient wisdom in his eyes unable to reconcile what stood before him. + +And then—Max’s voice transmission cut through his thoughts like a blade. + +In the span of a few breaths, Max relayed everything: the underground lair, the masked men, the transformations, the meeting hall, the presence of both Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xandar colluding with these beasts, and the revelation of their true identities as demons—descendants of the invaders from ten thousand years ago. + +When the last word echoed through Elder Liam’s mind, his body stiffened. His expression darkened to steel, the weight of his solemnity making the air heavy around him. + +"Demons..." Elder Liam’s voice was low, but the weight behind it was enough to make the very air tremble. His expression turned grim, the sharp composure of a seasoned powerhouse collapsing into something far heavier—shock, disbelief, and dread. His eyes narrowed, the solemn gleam in them betraying how deeply shaken he was. + +Demons. + +The word itself seemed to echo endlessly in his chest, hollow and suffocating. Elder Liam had come here expecting to clash with Tower Lord Mathew, perhaps even Thunder Lord Xander if the situation demanded it. He had been prepared for betrayal, for treachery between forces, even for hidden collusions. + +But demons? To think the old nightmare of ten thousand years ago was standing before his eyes in flesh and blood—this was something he had never dared to imagine. + +The presence of demons in the Middle Domain wasn’t just a threat. It was a catastrophe waiting to explode. The delicate balance among the Seven Overlord Forces, the countless forces, families, and even Lower Domain—everything would shatter if the truth surfaced. + +So many questions tore through his mind in that instant. + +How had they survived? Why were they here? Why were Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander, esteemed lords of their forces, colluding with such abominations? What was their plan? + +But Liam’s instincts were honed by centuries of battles. He knew this was not the time to think—this was the time to act. + +Across the ruined square of the hidden city, Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander also stared at him, their expressions sinking like stones into the abyss. The moment their eyes landed on Elder Liam’s hunter badge gleaming faintly at his chest, their faces darkened with panic and fury. + +This hidden city was their most guarded secret. A nest where the demons walked openly, where plans were nurtured in shadows. Yet now, it was exposed. Exposed not just to anyone—but to an elder of the Hunter Association, one of the few powers in the world with authority and strength capable of moving against even the Overlord forces themselves. + +"This is bad..." Tower Lord Mathew’s voice trembled with suppressed rage, his tone fierce as his killing intent spilled into the air like suffocating smoke. His eyes flicked toward Leone, the lion-headed humanoid beast whose golden flames still smoldered around his mane. "Leone, this old man is an elder of the Hunter Association. If he escapes—if he spreads this to the world—then everything we’ve built here, every plan, every step will collapse into dust!" + +Thunder Lord Xander’s aura crackled like a storm, arcs of purple lightning coiling along his body as his face twisted with urgency. "Leone!" he barked, his voice carrying both desperation and wrath. "We cannot allow him to leave. Not him—and not that kid either." His sharp eyes cut toward Max, his lightning-charged gaze carrying pure intent to kill. + +They hadn’t forgotten about Max. + +Though none of them could fathom how a boy at the peak of Champion Rank had slipped past every barrier, infiltrated their most guarded underground world, and unearthed the existence of demons, they understood one thing clearly—it was his fault. + +If not for Max, none of this would have been exposed. Their secret base, their alliance, their plans—they would still be hidden beneath the earth. And now, because of him, everything was unraveling. + +Hatred burned in their eyes. They wanted nothing more than to tear Max apart limb by limb, to erase the one who had ignited this disaster. + +But Leone, in his true lion form, didn’t speak a word. His towering body burned with golden flames, but his expression was not twisted in rage like before. Instead, his face was serious, his golden eyes sharp, focused on something else entirely. + +The sudden change in his demeanor made even Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander pause. A flicker of unease ran through them before they too turned in the same direction, their gazes hardening as though they had sensed something ominous. + +The silence was heavy—then broken. + +From the distance, footsteps echoed through the fractured streets of the hidden city. A group of figures emerged from the shadows, their presence suffocating. One by one, they appeared, cloaked in flowing black hoods, their faces hidden behind cold, expressionless masks. + +There were six... no, seven of them in total. And every single one of them radiated an overwhelming aura. Each was a Divine Rank expert—not a single weakling among them. + +Their steps were steady, their killing intent concealed, yet the sheer weight of their power pressed down on the underground city like a storm about to break. + +The sight of them sent a ripple of shock through everyone present. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-991.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-991.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..66ed256 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-991.md @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 985: Confrontation" +slug: "ch-991" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 991 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1354 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"Black Lotus Guild?" Tower Lord Mathew’s voice broke the silence, sharp and disbelieving. His pupils contracted violently as recognition struck him. + +Why were they here? How did they know of this place? + +He clenched his fists, his mind racing. The Black Lotus Guild wasn’t a minor faction that could be dismissed or silenced easily. They were assassins, shadows that spread across the Middle Domain, feared by many forces, families, and even some big guilds. + +They were neutral, they sold their blades for coin, but they were also infamous for knowing secrets they were never supposed to know. + +And if the elders of the Black Lotus Guild had come here personally, masked and cloaked, all of them at the Divine Rank... + +Tower Lord Mathew’s heart sank like a stone. + +This wasn’t just a coincidence. This was a death knell. + +He knew with chilling clarity—now that the Black Lotus Guild had laid eyes on the demons, the secret was no longer theirs to protect. No matter what happened next, the truth would not remain buried. + +The existence of demons in the Middle Domain was out of the bag. + +And when that truth spread, the entire Middle Domain would burn. + +Max didn’t remain idle amidst the storm. + +The moment the hooded figures of the Black Lotus Guild revealed themselves, he immediately began transmitting everything he had seen—every word, every sight, every secret he had uncovered within the underground world—to the arriving elders. + +His voice rang clear in their minds, leaving nothing out: the humanoid beasts unmasking themselves, the hidden chambers, the demonic transformations, and the very meeting where Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander sat side by side with the beasts. + +When the Black Lotus elders heard it, a heavy silence swept through them. Even they, who prided themselves on knowing truths no one else could, were shaken. Their gazes shifted toward Leone, the lion-headed beast wreathed in golden flames, his towering figure roaring with power, and then toward the other monstrous beings standing proudly around Mathew and Xander. + +The air grew so heavy with killing intent that the entire hidden city seemed to shudder. + +The chaos had already spread. + +When Max was blasted through the ceilings earlier, ripping through walls and foundations, the violent collapse shook the underground world to its core. It was like lighting a torch in a dry forest—panic spread. Many of the humanoid monsters hidden within, disturbed by the tremors and noise, were forced out of the shadows. + +They emerged from shattered stairways, from broken walls, from void-linked passages—pouring into the hidden city in grotesque numbers. Their monstrous appearances, half-human and half-beast, drew gasps of disgust and dread from those witnessing them for the first time. + +The truth was undeniable now. + +The Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall were harboring creatures not of this world.𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 + +"To think that you, Mathew... and you, Xander... would be traitors to the human race." + +The words were sharp as a blade. One of the Black Lotus Guild elders finally stepped forward, his black cloak swaying faintly though there was no wind. He removed his mask, revealing an aged face with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce through all lies. His voice carried calm authority that cut through the chaos. + +It was Elder Owen, the First Elder of the Black Lotus Guild. + +Tower Lord Mathew’s face tightened, but he did not speak. Thunder Lord Xander’s hands trembled faintly, whether from anger or unease was unclear. The silence was enough of an answer. + +"Elder Owen, I presume?" Elder Liam finally spoke, his tone composed even though his own heart was unsettled. "Max informed me of your arrival." + +Elder Owen’s sharp eyes flicked to Liam and then to Max, who stood slightly behind, still cloaked in dust but unwavering. A small nod escaped him. "Elder Liam. It has been a long time since our paths crossed." + +Then his attention returned to the monsters filling the hidden city. His gaze lingered longest on Leone, golden flames licking around his massive frame like a crown of infernal power. His tone dropped low, heavy with killing intent. + +"These are no ordinary beasts. They reek of a bloodline long thought extinct... Direkins. Slaves of the ancient demons." + +The word alone sent a ripple of unease through the human cultivators present. Direkins—creatures said to have vanished with the great demon war. + +Elder Owen’s expression turned into a cold, merciless mask as he looked between the snarling beasts and the two human lords who had harbored them. + +"So tell me," he said, his voice cutting like steel. "How should we deal with these Direkins... and with the two traitors standing among them?" + +The hall fell silent. Leone’s golden mane burned brighter, Mathew and Xander stiffened, and the weight of impending slaughter pressed down on all sides. + +"What’s there to think about?" The moment Elder Liam’s cold words cut through the tense air, the atmosphere shifted into one of battle. + +His body radiated sharp killing intent as the 4th level spear concept manifested around him, swirling like a storm of countless unseen spears ready to pierce heaven and earth. His gaze was firm, merciless, directed at the Direkins with no hesitation. + +"Since they are Direkins—slaves of the demons—there is nothing to think about. We should kill them all. As for the traitors of the human race... we will deal with them later. Our first priority is the Direkins." + +Elder Owen’s lips curled into a grim smile. Black flames erupted around his body, consuming the air, each flicker of fire exuding the aura of despair and annihilation. "That’s the plan then. Everyone... kill them all!" + +At his command, the six elders of the Black Lotus Guild moved in unison. Their black flames roared to life like an inferno, rising into the sky above the hidden city and blotting out the dim light. + +In an instant, their Divine Rank auras pressed down on the battlefield, suffocating every weaker being in range. They streaked forward like shadows of death, crashing into the hordes of Direkins. + +The impact was immediate. Direkins shrieked and roared as the elders struck, bodies torn apart, flames burning furiously. Even though the monsters’ numbers were massive—hundreds scattered across the ruins—not many had reached Divine Rank. + +Against the killing might of the Black Lotus elders, they were nothing more than prey before predators. Limbs and heads flew. Flames devoured fur and hide. The ground itself cracked and quaked from the overwhelming force of their blows. + +But just when it seemed the Direkins would be swept aside, a booming roar shook the entire hidden city. + +"All my brothers, heed my orders—fight back!" + +The voice belonged to Leone, his golden flames exploding outward as his massive lion form shrank back, transforming once more into his humanoid body—towering, broad-shouldered, his lion head blazing like a sun. His roar was like thunder, and it resonated through the void passages below. + +A tremor followed. + +From the underground chambers, from broken caverns, from the shattered stairways leading into the void, more Direkins surged upward. One after another, they poured into the hidden city like a dark tide. The ground rumbled under the weight of their numbers. + +Their numbers climbed into the thousands. + +The sky above the hidden city darkened with the shadows of monstrous wings and towering bodies. The streets became rivers of claws and fangs. The air filled with the stench of blood and beastly fury. + +Leone’s face twisted with ruthlessness as he spread his arms wide, his golden flames rising higher, reflecting in the terrified eyes of the remaining humans present. His voice was a snarl, yet carried the calm of one who had long expected this day. + +"I didn’t think we would be exposed this early... but it matters not. Our plans are already set. We have achieved most of what we needed. Even if we die here, the seed has already been planted!" + +With that, Leone launched himself forward, his golden flames condensing into a gigantic lion phantom roaring above his head. His target—Elder Liam and Elder Owen. + +The battlefield erupted. + +The clash of human powerhouses and Direkin beasts shook the hidden city to its core. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-992.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-992.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6af532c --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-992.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 986: A War?" +slug: "ch-992" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 992 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1079 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood on the shattered rooftop of the hidden city, dust clinging to his bloodstained clothes, his breathing steady but heavy. His eyes swept across the battlefield below, his Three Dimensional Body active, scanning every movement, every clash of force that made the entire underground tremble.𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶 + +The hidden city was no longer hidden—it had turned into a battlefield of gods and monsters. + +Thousands of Direkins surged out of the broken chambers, their monstrous humanoid bodies blotting out the light. Some bore the heads of wolves, others of bulls, hawks, serpents, and beasts Max couldn’t even recognize. + +Their roars shook the air as they hurled themselves forward, golden claws, razor teeth, and beastly techniques painting the battlefield in blood. + +Against them, the six elders of the Black Lotus Guild and Elder Liam stood like unmovable titans. Each was a Divine Rank powerhouse, their presence alone bending the atmosphere around them. + +Max clenched his fists. ’This is no ordinary battle. This is war.’ + +He looked around and found Elder Liam at the very center. his 4th level spear concept raging like a storm. Max could see the concepts manifest, countless ethereal spears rotating in a vortex around him. + +Every thrust of his long spear tore open the void, skewering dozens of Direkins at once. Their monstrous roars cut short as their bodies were torn apart, golden blood spraying across the stone ground. + +Yet Elder Liam wasn’t fighting ordinary beasts. The Direkins fought with coordinated fury—giant bulls charging with Earth Tremor Stomps, falcon-headed monsters unleashing Sky-Splitting Screeches that sent waves of sonic blades across the battlefield. + +Still, Liam held his ground, his spear splitting the attacks apart as he roared, "Die, beasts!" + +Same was the case for Elder Owen. + +Elder Owen was like a walking inferno. His black flames blazed endlessly, forming dragons, serpents, and colossal whips of fire that lashed out with devastating might. Max watched as Owen spread his arms wide—his firestorm swept through a wave of Direkins, burning them to ash within seconds. + +But the beasts adapted. A massive rhino-headed Direkin smashed through the flames, its body glowing with stone-like armor. Elder Owen met it head-on, his black flames condensing into a blade that cut the beast in half. + +Still, Max could see it cost him stamina. Fighting dozens of Divine Rank Direkins, even for someone of Owen’s strength, was no small feat. + +The six elders of the Black Lotus Guild were also not someone to underestimated. + +Each of the six was a monster in their own right. One wielded sword concept, his blade dancing like lightning, severing beast heads with every swing. Another summoned a giant shadow lotus that swallowed Direkins whole, crushing them within layers of petals forged from darkness. + +Others hurled seals, chains, and techniques Max couldn’t even recognize—one even commanded the power of gravity, dragging Direkins into the ground before exploding them into dust. + +Still, the Direkins were endless. For every beast slain, more surged forward, their claws raking against defenses, their roars shaking the sky. Even Divine Rank powerhouses had to give ground. + +Max’s heart pounded as he watched one elder get struck by three beasts at once, his defenses shattered, his arm torn open before he retaliated by burning them alive in black fire. Blood sprayed everywhere. + +’Even with their power... it isn’t easy. Against a thousand Direkins, even they are being pushed to the edge.’ + +"You two bastards... You are facing me!" Just then a loud shout erupted and Leone appeared blocking the paths of Elder Liam and Elder Owen. + +Leone. The lion-headed Direkin, his golden flames roaring like the sun itself, stood against Elder Liam and Elder Owen alone. + +"I was going for you, you know." Elder Liam said sneering. + +"Overestimating yourself." Leone said calmly as he brandished his fists. + +Every time his fist struck, golden firestorms erupted, reducing the stone streets to molten lava. Every time he roared, shockwaves ripped apart the battlefield, sending weaker Direkins and humans flying. + +Elder Liam’s spear clashed against Leone’s golden claws, each strike sending sparks across the sky. The 4th level spear concept manifested as a titanic spear shadow, colliding head-on with Leone’s golden lion phantom. + +Boom! + +The entire city quaked from the impact. Max shielded his face from the shockwave, his body trembling. + +Elder Owen struck from the side, his black flames condensing into a serpent that lunged at Leone. The golden lion roared and shredded it apart, scattering black fire across the battlefield. + +"Two of you against me... and still you think you can win?" Leone sneered, his golden eyes glowing with malice. + +"We don’t think. We know." Elder Liam spat, thrusting his spear forward once more. + +The battle between the three titans painted the sky in gold, black, and silver—fire, spear shadows, and flame serpents colliding in devastating explosions. + +--- + +Max clenched his jaw as he watched from the sidelines. His role wasn’t to dive in—not yet. He had neither the strength nor the right to clash in that storm. But he observed everything, his Three Dimensional Body memorizing every technique, every weakness, every clash of power. + +The battlefield was soaked in blood. Direkins screamed as they fell, their corpses littering the ruins. But the Black Lotus Elders were still standing. Tired, bloodied, burned—but unbroken. + +The Direkin horde had been pushed back. Their thousands had dwindled into the hundreds. Their tide was slowing. + +But the fight between Leone and Elder Liam with Elder Owen had yet to reach its peak. The true storm was still building. + +Max exhaled slowly, the sound leaving his chest heavy, almost weary. His eyes narrowed, reflecting the chaos and the carnage before him. ’I feel truly powerless in a battle of such level.’ + +All around, titanic powers clashed—Direkins roaring, Black Lotus Elders tearing them apart with techniques that could split mountains, and the lion-headed beast Leone locking Elder Liam and Elder Owen in a world-shattering duel. Max’s gaze lingered on the battlefield. + +Even the weakest Direkin here... their auras were suffocating, each one at least 5th level of Mythic Rank. + +Against one, Max was confident—he could win if he went all out. Against a dozen, perhaps he could escape by burning through his trump cards. But a hundred? Thousands? That was suicide. He clenched his fists. No matter how much he had grown, compared to these titans, he was still just a seedling. + +So he chose restraint. He would observe. He would endure. And he would remember. + +But fate didn’t grant him the luxury of waiting. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-993.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-993.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf0c426 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-993.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 987: Worst Case Scenario" +slug: "ch-993" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 993 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1067 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +His Three Dimensional Body suddenly screamed an alarm. His senses caught a flash—a projectile moving at impossible speed, slicing through the battlefield and heading straight for his chest. + +’Damn, these traitors!’ Max’s eyes burned cold. In that instant, he bent space around himself, activating teleportation with his 3rd level concept. His body vanished in a flicker of lightning and reappeared dozens of meters away, the projectile tearing through where he had just stood, shattering the stone behind him into molten fragments. + +"You dodged it?" + +The voice was mocking, sharp. Max turned and saw Tower Lord Mathew, his expression twisted in irritation. The man’s hand still glowed faintly, the remnants of the attack swirling around his fingers. He looked almost amused that Max had avoided it. + +Before Max could reply, another figure stepped forward from the broken haze—Thunder Lord Xander. His tall figure was wrapped in arcs of violet lightning, his presence oppressive. + +He glanced at Mathew, then at Max, his eyes narrowing with something between caution and hunger. + +"Don’t forget," Xander said in a low, grim tone, "this little brat is not ordinary. He has the strongest potential out of all the geniuses in Acaris." His words carried venom, like a man spitting out a truth he hated to acknowledge. + +Max’s expression hardened. His heart pounded in his chest, but his face betrayed none of it. His gaze was cold as ice, but behind his back, his fingers moved silently. Slowly, carefully, he slipped out the cube—the life-saving token President William had entrusted to him. + +He closed his fingers around it, his grip tightening until he crushed it with no hesitation. + +Crack! + +The cube shattered into fragments of shimmering light, scattering into the air like fireflies. + +Max’s lips curled faintly. ’Come fast, President William.’ + +Because standing before him were not beasts, not mindless monsters—these were traitors of humanity itself. Tower Lord Mathew. Thunder Lord Xander. Men who had sold their race to demons. + +Max’s breath hitched, his fingers unconsciously curling into a fist. "Why did you betray the human race?" he asked, his voice cold but steady, though in truth he was buying time—each second mattered until President William arrived. + +"Betray?" Tower Lord Mathew’s lips twisted into a cruel smile before he let out a mocking laugh that echoed across the battlefield. "You think too small, boy. We never betrayed the human race... because we were never part of it to begin with."𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 + +His tone sharpened, carrying an edge that made Max’s skin crawl. "The two great forces you so blindly respected—Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall—were never built by humans. Their foundations were laid by demons themselves. We were born of the abyss, raised on demon blood and demon will." + +The words struck Max like thunder, his heart skipping a beat. His eyes widened despite his will to stay calm. "What?" he muttered. His thoughts spun wildly, crashing like storm waves in his mind. ’So all this time... Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall... were nothing more than demon nests?’ + +The realization clawed at him, leaving his chest heavy with disbelief. + +Tower Lord Mathew leaned forward, his eyes burning with cruel satisfaction as he watched the shock settle on Max’s face. "Now, do you see it? Do you finally realize how deep this conspiracy runs?" + +Before Max could answer, Thunder Lord Xander stepped forward, arcs of violet lightning crawling lazily around his body, reflecting his growing impatience. "Max, I’ll admit something to you," he said with a sneer, his words deliberate, each one meant to sink like a poisoned dagger. "Your talent is unmatched. The greatest this world has seen. In another life, you might have even stood above us all." + +He narrowed his eyes, voice lowering into something almost pitying. "But the human race doesn’t deserve you. They’re weak. Doomed. And soon, gone." + +Max’s eyes narrowed into slits, his pulse thundering in his ears. "What are you saying...?" + +Xander’s sneer widened. His words came out like a death sentence. "The humans will lose this war. The war you think ended ten thousand years ago? The war even before the Nulls descended? That war never ended. It has only been delayed. And now..." His eyes glowed with cold certainty. "...in this era, the bloodshed will continue. And when it does, every single human will fall. This planet will be stripped clean. Only demons will remain to rule." + +Max’s face darkened, his expression like carved stone. His chest felt heavy as though the weight of the entire world had suddenly been thrown on his shoulders. "And what of the Nulls? What of the Ascendants?" he pressed, his voice grim, though deep down his heart trembled. + +Thunder Lord Xander chuckled first, a cruel and sinister sound that was soon followed by a laugh that rumbled from his throat like thunder itself. "Ascendants?" His voice rose, mocking, ringing with disdain. + +He stepped closer, lightning dancing violently around him, his voice sharp and venomous. "Listen carefully, Max. Burn this into your memory. The demons have long allied with the Ascendants." + +The words landed like a hammer blow. Max’s heart lurched violently in his chest, his thoughts frozen in disbelief. "What...?" he whispered, his pupils trembling. + +Xander’s smile widened into a twisted grin, savoring his shock. "Yes. Demons and Ascendants. Two foreign races united. And with them together, do you really think your pathetic humans ever had a chance?" + +Max’s eyes widened in disbelief. ’Demons allied with Ascendants?’ His mind raced, images of future battles, of annihilation, of hopeless wars flashing through his thoughts. + +It was the worst-case scenario. + +Ascendants were already a thorn buried deep in the human race’s flesh for the last ten thousand years. Their very existence was a headache the humans had never been able to cure. And now—if demons truly joined hands with them—the situation for humanity would only spiral further into despair. + +Two foreign races, united in power, in schemes, in domination. Against them, humanity’s struggle seemed like the desperate thrashings of ants against a flood. + +"Hopeless? Right?" Tower Lord Mathew’s voice broke into Max’s thoughts like a blade carving through silence. His expression was grim, his tone dripping with condescension. "No matter how you look at it, the human race is doomed one way or another. They will perish, whether in this generation or the next." + +He leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting. "But you, Max, you might still have a chance." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-994.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-994.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..230f614 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-994.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 988: Invitations from the demons" +slug: "ch-994" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 994 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1086 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max’s gaze sharpened, his breathing steady but his muscles tensed. + +Mathew’s lips curled into what he likely thought was a generous smile. "Join us, and you will live. With your potential, you might become the strongest human ambassador. You could stand at the same table as the leaders of the demons and the Ascendants. Not as prey, not as fodder—but as an equal." + +The words were heavy, promising power and survival, draped in temptation. But Max’s face only darkened further. He sneered in his heart, mocking the sheer audacity of their offer. ’Did they truly think that by extending their poisoned hand politely, I would bow and take it?’ + +"Are you kidding me?" Max’s voice cut coldly through the air, his eyes burning with defiance. "Do you really think I’d join you traitors? Don’t insult me by putting me in the same pit as you." + +The rejection was swift, sharp, and absolute. + +Thunder Lord Xander’s eyes narrowed, lightning flaring faintly around his body like veins of rage. "Max, you aren’t seeing the big picture here." + +"Oh?" Max arched a brow, his lips curling into a mocking smirk. "And what is this ’big picture’ you’re preaching about?" + +Xander stepped closer, his presence suffocating, his words as heavy as rolling thunder. "You get to live. Your life, boy." His voice dropped into something colder. "Refuse, and we’ll kill you here and now. And what’s more..." His smirk grew vicious. "Your dear friend—the dark elf—is in our possession. If you don’t join us, you know very well what’s going to happen to her." + +For a moment, silence. Then— + +"Hahaha." Max suddenly burst into laughter, his voice rolling with scorn and amusement. It wasn’t the laughter of fear or desperation—it was mockery, pure and sharp. + +Both Mathew and Xander frowned deeply, their eyes narrowing at him. + +"What’s so funny about this?" Tower Lord Mathew demanded, his voice low and dangerous. + +Max tilted his head, the faintest trace of a grin tugging at his lips as his eyes gleamed with biting sarcasm. "Funny?" His tone was razor-edged. "Funny is that you’re here, threatening me with my friend’s life... completely unaware that I’ve already rescued her." + +Their eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering across their faces. + +"What you’ve got in that cell of yours," Max continued, his voice like a dagger slipping into their pride, "is nothing more than an illusion rune. An empty shell." His smirk widened as his words struck like lightning. + +The revelation landed like a thunderclap, shattering their composure. + +They had captured Max’s friend with one single purpose—to use her as bait. The plan was simple and cruel. Coerce Max into their hideout, drag him into their web of deception, and kill him the moment he tried to save his friend. It was a flawless trap, crafted with precision and confidence. But things had shifted, ever so slightly yet drastically enough to turn the plan into chaos. + +A message had come. A message from above. From the demons themselves. + +The order was clear, sharp, and absolute: They wanted Max alive. More than that—they wanted him to join them. + +When Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander first heard the order, their jaws clenched and their stomachs churned. Unwillingness brewed inside them like boiling oil, but what could they do? An order from the higher-ups was not something they could ignore. They swallowed their protests, their ambitions of killing Max drowned in silence. + +And now... the one person who could have served as their lever, their bargaining chip—the dark elf girl, Max’s dear companion—had already been taken away. Rescued right under their noses. Snatched from their claws before they could even wield her as a weapon to force Max’s submission. + +Without her, their plan crumbled like sand slipping through desperate fingers. + +Worse still, another message arrived. This one more ironclad, more suffocating than the first. Stricter words, etched with authority that made even lords bow their heads: Max must not be killed. + +Neither Mathew nor Xander could understand. Why? Why spare him? Max was the single greatest genius of the human race. His existence was a threat that grew sharper with every passing day. Killing him would shatter the humans’ morale, crush their spirit, and rid them of a terrifying enemy for the future. Logic screamed for his death. + +And yet the demons, the higher ups—their masters—saw differently. They desired Max alive, breathing, untouched by death’s hand. + +The thought left both men restless, helpless even. They couldn’t kill him. They couldn’t recruit him now that his friend was gone. They couldn’t even harm him too severely. He was walking in front of them as a free man, mocking them with every breath, and yet their hands were tied by chains of obedience. + +This left Mathew and Xander stranded in the most dangerous of positions. Forced to stand still before the strongest human genius, unable to strike, unable to bend him to their side, forced to wait for instructions they could not understand. + +It was a bitter taste, sharper than poison. + +But still, deep inside their hearts, Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander wanted only one thing—Max’s death. The boy’s very existence was a thorn in their flesh, a seed of disaster for their plans. + +That was why, when Max had been exposed spying on them earlier, they had given Leone the order: kill him. If Max died under the claws of their Direkin "allies," then they could wash their hands clean. No blame would fall on them. The demons’ order would still stand unbroken—because technically, they hadn’t killed Max. + +But even that failed. Leone had failed. The Direkins had failed. Max still stood alive before them. + +And now... standing here, staring into the boy’s unwavering eyes, they felt the sharp sting of helplessness. No matter how much they schemed, Max always slipped from their grasp. + +Bang! + +Just then a deafening explosion tore through the hidden city. The ground quaked, buildings cracked, and debris rained from above. All eyes snapped toward the source, and what they saw made even the traitors’ hearts tremble. + +A figure was sent flying, smashing through a row of stone buildings before crashing to the ground in a storm of dust and rubble. + +Leone. + +The mighty lion-headed beast, the proud Direkin commander, now lay battered and bloodied. His once-glorious golden mane was flickering weakly, his flames unstable and collapsing. His lion face was carved with deep wounds, blood dripping in streams. + +His body—once the very image of demonic strength—was marred with dozens of gashes and burns. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-995.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-995.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..30da62f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-995.md @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 989: Slaving the Direkins" +slug: "ch-995" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 995 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1184 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Elder Liam stepped forward slowly, his spear concept blazing around him like a storm of sharp winds. His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a mountain. + +"You can’t win against us," he said, his gaze firm on Leone’s trembling form. "Surrender now, or you’ll soon be begging for death." + +Elder Owen descended as well, his black flames twisting around his form like a living shadow. His cold eyes fixed on Leone. + +"Direkins are no different than chained dogs," Owen sneered. "Just as dogs never betray their masters, Direkins will never betray their demons. There’s no point trying to subdue him. Better to end it quickly—kill him here and now." + +Leone’s chest heaved, his breaths shallow, ragged, and burning. His golden eyes, once fierce and prideful, now burned with a mix of fury and resignation. Slowly, his gaze shifted past Liam and Owen, sweeping across the battlefield. + +What he saw made his expression darken. + +The Direkin army... his army... lay broken. + +Half of them were already dead, their monstrous bodies lying twisted in pools of blood. The other half—those who had once roared with loyalty to the demons—now knelt in defeat. Shackled with slave seals etched into their Soul Palaces, their wills crushed beneath the weight of human Divine Rank experts. Some trembled in chains of spirit energy, others writhed as the forced contracts gnawed at their souls. + +The reality was undeniable. + +The Direkins had been defeated. Their proud secrecy shattered. Their hidden city exposed. Their numbers cut down. Their masters, the demons, would surely rage when they learned of this disaster. + +Leone’s breathing grew heavier. The fury in his eyes deepened, but so too did the helplessness. + +The humans would not allow them to live freely. Not now. Not after what had been revealed. + +And the humans... they needed answers. The sudden appearance of Direkins, and by extension, the involvement of demons—it wasn’t a matter that could be ignored. + +The Hunter Association, the Black Lotus Guild, every force of the Middle Domain would demand to know the truth. + +And the only way to drag out the truth... was to make the Direkins submit. + +To force their obedience. To strip them of their pride. To bind them with seals until their very souls bent under human control. + +Elder Liam’s eyes sharpened, his spear humming with killing intent. Elder Owen’s flames burned hotter, ready to devour. + +But behind their ruthless demeanor, both men knew the truth—these Direkins were the only living threads that could unravel the demons’ scheme. Killing them outright would only bury the secrets deeper. + +And so, no matter how vicious the fight, no matter how much it took... they had to make the Direkins yield. + +At all costs. + +"Leone?" + +Both Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander’s expressions turned grim as they looked at the lion-headed Direkin sprawled on the ground, broken and bloodied. His once-proud flames sputtered like a dying torch, his body trembling under its own weight. + +To see him—their supposed weapon, their executioner—reduced to such a pathetic state was almost unbearable. + +"What? You want to help him now?" Elder Liam’s cold voice cut through the heavy air as his spear concept flared violently around him, arcs of sharp intent tearing cracks into the stone beneath his feet. His eyes burned with ridicule as they fell upon Mathew and Xander. + +Tower Lord Mathew’s face twisted, but he slowly shook his head. His voice came out calm, almost eerily so. "I won’t. But don’t think this matter will just end here, Liam. What you are doing now—enslaving Direkins, crushing us—it won’t matter. It won’t change the outcome. In the long run, humans are bound to lose this war." + +Elder Liam let out a laugh, sharp and mocking, his spear humming louder in response. "Humans will lose this war? Hah! I don’t know about that. But I do know this—you two won’t live long enough to witness it!" + +The air shuddered as Liam began walking toward them, his 4th level spear concept roaring like a storm, each step pressing down like the weight of a collapsing mountain. The tip of his spear quivered with a killing edge, promising death with a single thrust. + +But Thunder Lord Xander only sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "You still don’t see it, do you? You’re blind, Liam. Blind to the bigger picture." + +And then— + +BOOM! + +The world seemed to crack. + +A wave of pressure unlike anything before descended upon the hidden city. It wasn’t simply oppressive—it was absolute. The kind of pressure that did not merely demand submission, but enforced it, crushing every soul beneath its weight. + +The impact was instantaneous. + +The Direkins—thousands of them, some still struggling, others barely breathing—all dropped to their knees as if invisible chains yanked them down. Leone himself, despite his pride, despite his flames burning defiantly, collapsed forward with a growl of pain, his knees slamming into the broken earth. His body quaked under the weight of a presence far greater than his own. + +Even Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander, the traitors who had boasted so arrogantly, were no exception. Their knees crashed into the ground, faces twisting with both fear and unwilling submission. + +"What... is this pressure?!" Elder Liam gasped, his voice cracking in disbelief. His spear trembled in his hands, his concept flickering like a candle in a storm. His own knees buckled, and no amount of defiance could stop them from slamming onto the stone floor. Sweat poured down his face as his body shook violently. + +He could feel it. This wasn’t some ordinary Divine Rank aura. This was something higher, something terrifying. "Someone in the... 7th Cycle of Life and Death?!" His eyes widened, his lips trembling as he forced the words out. "A 7th level of Divine Rank?!" + +Impossible. In the Middle Domain, few even touched the 5th Cycle. For someone of the 7th to appear... it was inconceivable. Even the leaders of the Seven Overlord Forces were only at the 6th level of Divine Rank. + +Elder Owen and the six other elders of the Black Lotus Guild fared no better. Their bodies were slammed down, forced to kneel as though the very heavens demanded their submission. + +Black flames sputtered and extinguished around them, their souls trembling violently. Not one of them could resist. + +And yet— + +In the midst of it all, when even titans were brought to their knees, there remained a single figure standing tall. + +Max Morgan. + +His white hair glimmered faintly under the broken light filtering through the cavern’s ceiling. His shoulders were straight, his back unbending. Around him, the overwhelming pressure seemed to whirl like a storm hitting a mountain—only to split and flow past him, as if the invisible force itself refused to touch him. + +His red lightning flickered faintly around his body, his Three Dimensional Body stabilizing his stance with ease. His expression was cold, steady. + +In a city where Divine Rank titans had been reduced to trembling dogs, Max stood alone—unbent, unbroken. + +The sight made every eye, human and Direkin alike, widen in disbelief. + +He was the only one left standing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-996.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-996.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da589de --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-996.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 990: Killing with words" +slug: "ch-996" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 996 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1050 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +The suffocating pressure still blanketed the hidden city when a deep, resonant voice echoed across the ruins, carrying a weight that seemed to pierce straight into the hearts of every living being present. + +"Interesting..." + +The single word spread through the broken walls and shattered stone like thunder rolling through the heavens. And then—without warning—two figures materialized in the air above, stepping out from ripples of distorted space as though the void itself had opened its gates to them. + +Every kneeling body trembled harder. + +They were demons. + +Both figures possessed towering, burly physiques that radiated sheer power, yet they were not clad in crude armor or barbaric hides like many lesser fiends. Instead, they wore flowing ancient garments—robes woven with black and crimson threads, embroidered with strange symbols that seemed to writhe when stared at too long, as if alive. The fabric shimmered faintly like an artifact of bygone eras, carrying an aura of age and authority. + +Their skin was as dark as obsidian, pitch-black and glossy, veins of faint scarlet light glowing faintly beneath the surface like molten magma trapped under rock. Each of them bore two sharp, curved horns jutting proudly from their foreheads. + +The horns were not uniform—jagged ridges ran across them like scars, and faint demonic runes glowed along their length, pulsing with ominous power. + +The first demon appeared older—his face rugged, framed by long strands of white hair that fell to his shoulders. His crimson eyes glowed like dying embers, heavy with age yet sharpened with cunning and cruelty. + +Wrinkles traced across his broad forehead, but they did nothing to diminish his terrifying presence; rather, they deepened it, like lines carved by centuries of battle and command. He radiated the aura of a general, a being who had crushed armies beneath his heel. + +The second demon was younger. His body was even bulkier, his muscles rippling beneath the tight black fabric of his ancient robe. His horns were sharper, more polished, and glowed faintly with violet light at their tips. + +His hair was jet black, slicked back, flowing down his broad shoulders. His crimson eyes burned hotter than the older demon’s—reckless, hungry, filled with arrogance and the wild flame of youth. Unlike the older one’s cold authority, this one exuded untamed savagery barely restrained by his robe of rank. + +They hovered above the kneeling crowd like gods descending upon mortals. The pressure that had forced Divine Rank experts to their knees had been theirs, their mere existence bending the hidden city under absolute dominance. + +Elder Liam’s pupils shrank to pinpoints as his trembling voice escaped his lips. + +"D–Demons... in the flesh..." + +Even Leone, the proud lion-blooded Direkin, growled weakly, blood dripping from his lips as his knees pressed against the stone. His golden flames sputtered under their shadow. + +But still—one figure remained standing among them. + +Max Morgan. + +His chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes narrowed as he studied the two demons. The flames of arrogance in the younger one’s eyes flickered toward him, lingering longer than anywhere else. The older one’s expression remained unreadable, but the faint curve of his lips showed something rare—interest. + +The older demon’s words rolled across the hidden city like the toll of a death knell. His tone was calm, almost casual, yet it carried with it the crushing weight of absolute authority. + +"To think a mere human in the Champion Rank remain standing under my pressure..." his deep voice echoed, resonating through the bones of everyone present. His crimson eyes gleamed faintly as they fixed on Max. "Truly deserving of the title of the strongest genius of the human race." + +Max’s heart thudded in his chest. Even though Ballion spoke without malice, the casual acknowledgment from this terrifying existence felt heavier than any praise he had ever received. + +Then, slowly, the demon lord turned his head toward Leone. His expression remained calm, his ancient robes shifting gently with the unnatural pressure that still blanketed the city. + +"I am quite disappointed with you, Leone. I had expected more from you." + +Leone’s lion-headed form shook violently. His golden flames flickered and sputtered as he lowered his head, his voice desperate. "Master Ballion, please... give me one more chance..." + +"Give you one more chance to do what?" Ballion’s voice did not rise; it remained steady, cold, detached. "To let me see this failure again? A disappointment is a disappointment. And you know very well what disappointing me means... for all of you." + +The lion beast’s massive frame trembled, his claws scraping against the bloodstained ground. His golden mane seemed to dim as he forced the words out through his fangs. "No—NO! Master Ballion, please... just one last chance!" + +But Ballion did not even bother to glance at him again. His eyes remained forward, calm as still water. His lips parted slowly, and the words he spoke were not shouted, not roared, but whispered with chilling indifference. + +"Kill yourselves." + +The command spread like a curse. + +Leone’s roar of protest was cut short as his body spasmed violently, his flames turning inward, eating away at his flesh. All across the hidden city, Direkins froze in place as though their strings had been pulled. Their eyes glazed over, lifeless, before they turned on themselves with terrifying obedience. + +Snake-bodied warriors sank their fangs into their own throats. Wolf-headed brutes drove their claws deep into their chests. Tiger-headed soldiers crushed their own skulls against the stone walls.𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮 + +Some ignited their inner core, bursting into flames that devoured their flesh and bones. Others shattered their Soul Palaces with their own hands, their roars of agony echoing briefly before fading into silence. + +Blood sprayed across the cracked stone streets. The stench of burning flesh rose thick into the air. Bodies fell like toppled pillars, one after another, until the city itself seemed to tremble beneath the weight of death. + +Leone’s golden flames flickered violently one last time. His lion face twisted in horror and unwillingness as his body ignited from within. His final roar shook the air, a cry filled with desperation and despair, but it ended abruptly as his body collapsed into smoldering ash. + +The once-mighty army of Direkins—beasts who had fought the Black Lotus Guild elders tooth and nail only moments ago—was gone. Wiped out by a single, casual command. + +Not a rebellion. Not a struggle. Only silence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-997.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-997.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a978220 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-997.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 991: Demon Master Ballion" +slug: "ch-997" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 997 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1092 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max stood frozen, his chest heaving, his fists trembling at his sides. ’All of them... gone. Just like that.’ His mind raced, trying to process what he had just witnessed. + +Elder Liam’s face was pale, his spear trembling faintly in his grip. Elder Owen and the other Black Lotus elders stared wide-eyed, their flames flickering weakly as shock carved itself into their features. + +Tower Lord Mathew and Thunder Lord Xander lowered their heads, not in shock, but in grim acceptance. They had seen this power before. They knew this was what it meant to stand in front of a true demon lord. + +Ballion, however, did not even glance at the corpses. His face was the same—calm, detached, utterly unmoved. As if the lives of a thousand Direkins meant no more than ashes in the wind. + +He folded his hands behind his back, his robes swaying faintly as his crimson eyes turned toward Max once again. + +"You still stand, human," Ballion said, his voice quiet, yet carrying the weight of the world. "That alone... intrigues me." + +As he said that, his hand move towards Max as if to grasp him. The air turned suffocating as Ballion’s massive, clawed hand moved forward, reaching for Max as though plucking a helpless insect out of the air. + +His crimson eyes gleamed faintly, his fingers curling, the sheer weight of his intent enough to make Max’s body tremble uncontrollably despite his best efforts to resist. + +But just as that overwhelming hand was about to seize him— + +Boom! + +Space itself trembled and rippled. A blinding surge of power manifested before Max, and in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared, materializing like a wall of unshakable will. The figure raised his hand, a simple, effortless wave that collided against Ballion’s grasp. + +The air cracked apart. The shockwave from that clash sent debris scattering through the hidden city. And for the first time, the old demon’s hand faltered, pushed back by someone who dared defy him. + +Max staggered back, his eyes wide, his heart pounding in relief as he recognized the familiar silhouette. + +"President William!" + +The president of the Hunter Association stood firmly, his figure tall and imposing, his robes fluttering in the lingering waves of demonic pressure. His aura spread wide, wrapping around Max protectively like an unshakable fortress. His gaze was sharp, his expression dark, fury simmering beneath his calm demeanor as his eyes locked on the towering demons. + +On the other side, the older demon’s lips curled upward in a faint smile. "I was wondering when you were going to show yourself." His voice was deep, mocking, yet filled with an eerie calm. His name slipped from his lips like poison.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 + +Ballion smiled wider when President William’s cold gaze landed on him. + +President William exhaled deeply, his expression grim as he scanned the devastation around them—the corpses of Direkins still bleeding across the shattered stone, the fading stench of ash, the towering old demon still radiating power, and the smirking younger demon standing confidently. + +"Demons..." William muttered, his voice heavy, almost bitter. "I suspected you were alive and hiding all these years, but I always told myself my guess was wrong." He shook his head, his tone both weary and resolute. "To see it with my own eyes... to see this filth walking freely again..." + +Ballion chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the broken city like the hiss of serpents. "Your suspicion wasn’t wrong, human. Your kind is always so close to the truth but too afraid to face it. You speak of us like whispers in the dark, but here we are, standing before you again." + +His crimson eyes narrowed, glinting with cruel amusement. "Your predecessor fought us, yes. He even came close to defeating us in that war. But almost is never enough." + +The demon spread his arms wide, his voice echoing like a sinister sermon. "We were simply too many to be killed. The sealing was only a temporary measure, a desperate trick. Some of us fell, yes. Many were bound. But not all. A few of us broke through before the seal locked in place." + +Ballion placed a clawed hand over his chest, bowing slightly, though his smirk never faltered. "And I am one of them. Remember my name, human. I am Demon Master Ballion." + +His voice lingered in the air, each word heavy with menace, as if daring William and Max alike to resist the inevitable truth—that the demons were back, and their shadows stretched farther than anyone could have feared. + +The air grew unbearably tense, the broken stones of the hidden city vibrating under the weight of the conversation. + +President William’s gaze sharpened, his voice low but steady. "What do the demons want from humans? Or should I say... from our planet, Acaris?" + +For a moment, Ballion’s crimson eyes glimmered with something strange—mockery mixed with a faint trace of menace. His smirk widened, baring sharp teeth. + +"That," he sneered, "is something you are not qualified to know." His tone was laced with contempt, each word cutting deep like poisoned steel. + +"Though..." He tilted his head slightly, the ancient runes glowing faintly across his robe as if resonating with his dark energy. "...I will give you a hint. We demons did not invade merely to toy with your fragile race. We invaded because something very important fell into this world. Long, long ago. Something beyond your comprehension. And we want it back." + +President William’s eyes narrowed to slits. His mind reeled with the implication, but his face betrayed nothing but grim resolve. That vague revelation alone was enough. Enough to confirm that their invasion was not random slaughter but guided by a larger plan. Enough to realize that their world was caught in a far greater storm than he had feared. + +That was all he wanted to know. + +The ground cracked beneath William’s feet as his aura surged to life. His entire body roared with killing intent, blazing like a war god descending from the heavens. + +Golden war runes manifested faintly along his skin, and his very presence radiated an unyielding battle force. The 4th level Concept of War erupted from him in full glory, a storm of battle intent so suffocating it forced Ballion’s pressure back. + +The suffocating weight that had bound Elder Liam, Elder Owen, and the other Black Lotus Guild elders shattered like brittle glass. They gasped, shoulders heaving as their knees finally lifted off the ground. William’s aura gave them air again, though even then they trembled at the sheer scale of the confrontation before them. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-998.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-998.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..065d22a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-998.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 992: Demon Genius Moro" +slug: "ch-998" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 998 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1046 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +"You should have remained hidden," William’s voice thundered, filled with both wrath and righteousness, "and never dared to show your face again." + +From his storage ring, he pulled forth a massive sword—its blade etched with ancient, glowing inscriptions that pulsed with war intent. The heavy weapon gleamed under the fractured light of the ruined city, its edge singing with the hunger for battle. His aura rose higher still, every ounce of it locked onto Ballion. + +"Oh?" Ballion tilted his head back and laughed, his voice echoing with amusement, ancient and terrible. "So you want to fight me? No... you want to kill me?" His aura surged in response, crackling with sinister power. + +The ground beneath him blackened, stone melting into tar as demonic energy spilled outward. His presence pressed against William’s, two titanic forces clashing invisibly in the air, sparks of destruction snapping between them. + +Just as the confrontation teetered toward eruption, a new voice cut through the heavy silence. + +"Master Ballion..." + +It was the other demon—the younger one, who until now had stood silently, his black skin shimmering faintly beneath the strange light, his two horns slightly shorter than Ballion’s but sharp and glistening like obsidian blades. His ancient garments stirred in the unseen winds of power as he stepped forward, his crimson eyes fixed directly on Max. + +"I want to fight before you two face off," he said, his tone calm yet dripping with cruel anticipation. "This human..." His lips twisted into a sneer. "...this boy named Max, I have heard whispers about him. They say he carries the strongest potential in the human race." + +His eyes glowed with malice as he raised his hand, black flames coiling around his fingers. "I want to fight him. And I want to kill him with my own hands, here and now." + +He let out a low chuckle, each sound like a nail driven into the silence. "I will prove to these fragile creatures that it means nothing. Strongest potential or not... humans will always remain ants before us demons."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶 + +The words echoed across the city, sinking into Max’s bones like ice. All eyes turned toward him—William tense, Ballion amused, the guild elders fearful, and the younger demon’s gaze burning with deadly intent. + +Max’s expression remained carved in stone, calm and solemn on the surface, but inwardly he sneered with unrestrained contempt. ’A mere 3rd level Mythic Rank demon dares to speak so loftily about humans? Trash talk our entire race in front of me?’ The audacity almost made him laugh. + +Without a word, he lifted off the ground. His figure soared high into the air, rising above the broken ruins of the hidden city, his aura faint yet steady, like a blade concealed in its sheath. Extending one hand, he beckoned the arrogant demon with a simple, cold gesture. + +"Come." + +The word was sharp and commanding, resounding across the battlefield like a gauntlet thrown. + +President William’s heart skipped a beat. He instinctively wanted to stop Max—this was a demon, a Mythic Rank at that. Yet, as his gaze locked onto Max’s face, he faltered. That calm determination, that unwavering confidence... it wasn’t reckless bravado. + +William clenched his fist but stayed silent, deciding to trust the boy who had already exceeded every expectation. + +The younger demon’s lips curled into a smirk as he too rose into the sky, black energy trailing behind him like a storm’s wake. His crimson eyes glowed with cruel delight. + +"I am Moro," the demon announced proudly, his deep voice echoing through the shattered city. "I am a genius of the demon race... though, truth be told, I am nothing compared to the true prodigies of our kind. Still..." His smirk widened, fangs flashing as his voice dropped into venomous mockery. "...someone like me is more than enough to deal with the so-called strongest genius of the humans." + +Max tilted his head slightly, his lips tugging into a faint smile. "Moro, huh? A good name." His voice was casual, dismissive, as if tasting the name of an insect he’d soon crush. "Then let’s begin." + +Moro’s smirk faltered for a split second at the lack of fear in Max’s tone. But he quickly convinced himself that the boy’s calmness was nothing more than forced composure. ’He doesn’t dare to insult demons. He’s too afraid.’ + +His body trembled as he powered up, the air itself screaming under the weight of his aura. Black mist poured out of him like liquid night, coiling around his burly frame. His skin rippled as bulging veins surfaced, twitching with the flood of demonic energy coursing through him. The ground below cracked and quaked as if the very city was recoiling from his presence. + +The pressure of the 3rd level Concept of Darkness exploded outward, an oppressive void that consumed the light around him. It devoured the atmosphere, bending it into shadow. The air itself trembled, as if caught in a predator’s maw. + +"I’ll go first," Moro said coldly, a faint chuckle riding his words. + +Then his figure blurred—gone in an instant, as though swallowed by his own darkness. + +The next moment, he materialized directly before Max, so close the boy should have had no time to respond. Moro’s clawed hand slashed forward, cutting through the air with lethal precision, aimed straight for Max’s throat. His claws glimmered with condensed darkness, sharp enough to tear steel apart like parchment. + +’This ant... he isn’t even reacting!’ Moro laughed inwardly, eyes wide with savage glee. ’He’s frozen in fear—too slow to even comprehend my speed!’ + +The claws closed in, inches from Max’s neck. + +Max’s faint smile never wavered—not when Moro postured, not when he vanished, not even when the claws raced toward his throat. His calm expression was unshakable, as though he had been waiting for this moment from the very start. + +Inside, his Three Dimensional Body had already mapped Moro’s every twitch, every distortion in the air, long before the claws reached him. + +’Dragon Scales Transformation... activate.’ + +’Power of 800 Draconic Essences...’ + +Boom! + +In an instant, black glowing scales burst forth across Max’s skin, overlapping plates of draconic might that shimmered with a menacing luster. The surge of raw power shook the air. Moro’s claws, sharp enough to rend boulders, halted dead in their track—caught firmly in Max’s bare right hand. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-999.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-999.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2bce561 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/ch-999.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 993: Thrashing Moro" +slug: "ch-999" +novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +number: 999 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1246 +createdAt: "2026-04-15" +--- + +Max tilted his head slightly, his faint smile deepening. "I heard demons pride themselves on physical combat?" His voice was steady, mocking. + +Before Moro could react, Max’s left fist drove forward. It sank straight into Moro’s gut with explosive force. + +Bang! + +The impact rang out like thunder. Moro’s body folded, his lionlike chest heaving as blood sprayed from his mouth. His figure was blasted backward, spinning through the air like a broken doll, the arrogance from moments ago shattered in an instant. + +’How?!’ Moro’s thoughts screamed as the world spun around him. ’How can a human... overpower me?!’ + +But before his body could even finish crashing through the air— + +Shhhk! + +Max’s figure flickered. In the blink of an eye, he teleported directly in front of Moro. No words, no hesitation. His fist slammed down again, this time angled sharply, driving into Moro’s gut once more. + +Boom! + +The force hurled the demon downward, his body smashing into the ground with bone-cracking violence, dust and stone erupting in a crater around him. + +Yet Max didn’t relent. His figure flickered again. One instant he was above the wreckage, the next he was in the pit itself. His hand shot out, gripping Moro by the throat, and with effortless strength he hauled the demon into the air like a child lifting a ragdoll. + +Max’s gaze locked into Moro’s eyes, his voice low but sharp like a blade. "What did you say just now? Humans are like ants?" He squeezed, tightening his grip until Moro’s black aura sputtered. "Then tell me... why is a demon being beaten into the dirt by this ant?" + +His faint smile turned into a cold sneer. "What now? Are demons weaker than ants?" + +"You... you dare mock me!" Moro roared, his body trembling as his 3rd level Concept of Darkness surged. Shadows writhed and twisted, lashing out like hungry serpents, seeking to devour Max whole. The void of darkness coiled around him— + +But then, Max’s body flared. + +Fwooom! + +Black flames erupted across his scales, a terrifying blaze that seemed to consume reality itself. The flames roared to life and, instead of being swallowed, they devoured the darkness, eating it away until Moro’s concept dissolved like mist before fire. + +Max’s sneer deepened. "Demons? More like trash." + +With a flick of his arm, he tossed Moro skyward. In the same motion, he teleported above him, his fist already cocked back. + +Boom! + +The punch connected square into Moro’s chest, sending him spiraling through the air once more. + +This time, though, Moro managed to twist mid-flight, stopping himself just before crashing into the far mountainside. His breath was ragged, golden demonic blood dripping from his mouth, his claws trembling as he stabilized. His crimson eyes burned with humiliation and rage as his guttural growl tore out: + +"You dare humiliate me? You dare humiliate the demons?" + +Max’s faint smile returned, crueler than ever. His voice was sharp, each word cutting deeper than any blade. "Humiliate? No. I’m simply stating the truth. You’re a piece of trash... and if this is your so-called demonic pride, then I doubt the rest of your race is any better." + +His eyes narrowed, scales shimmering like blackened gold under the light. "Though I’ll admit..." He paused, almost amused. "...you can take a beating. If you were human, you’d already be nothing but blood and bones. I suppose demons have one good quality after all." + +Moro’s face twisted, veins bulging across his temples as his humiliation boiled into pure fury. Darkness surged out of him like a tidal wave, so thick and suffocating the very air trembled. + +That black aura condensed, solidified, until ten figures stepped forth from the shadows—each one identical to Moro, from the curved horns sprouting from his skull to the crimson gleam in their eyes. Yet their bodies were entirely pitch black, outlines shimmering with the power of darkness. + +Max glanced at them, his faint smile never faltering. "You made some more punching bags for me?" His tone was calm, mocking, the words cutting sharper than any blade. + +"Kill him!" Moro roared, his voice echoing through all ten clones as they lunged forward in unison. + +The air quaked. + +Each shadow Moro wielded a weapon forged from pure darkness—some carried greatswords, others spears, axes, curved scimitars, and two with claws sharp enough to tear stone apart. + +One figure abandoned weapons altogether, charging with its bare fists, black flames flickering unnaturally across its knuckles. They moved fast, coordinated, converging on Max like wolves closing in on their prey. + +Max didn’t move. His faint smile deepened as the first blade came down. + +Clang! + +The colossal greatsword of darkness shattered instantly as Max’s scaled fist shot up, meeting it head-on. The clone exploded into wisps of shadow, gone before it could even register defeat. + +A second clone leapt from behind, spear thrust forward. Max twisted his wrist, summoning his Black Flames. They surged out like a storm, devouring the spear, the clone, and even the ground beneath. A crater smoldered in its place. + +"Two down," Max said casually. + +The next three came together, one swinging an axe in a wide arc, another slashing with twin scimitars, and the last aiming its claws for Max’s throat. Max’s figure flickered—teleportation. + +Shhhk! + +He appeared behind them, Blue Dragon Sword in his grip. His aura surged, sword trembling as the 3rd level Severing Sword Concept erupted. It was sharp enough to cut apart essence itself. + +"Sever." + +Slash! + +One smooth stroke and all three clones split apart, their bodies disintegrating like mist. Darkness shattered and scattered across the battlefield, their weapons breaking into fragments of shadow. + +"Five." + +Another two lunged at him from both sides, aiming to crush him between a hammer of darkness and a claw that tore through the void itself. Max didn’t dodge. He raised his right arm, muscles glowing with the power of 800 Draconic Essences, his Dragon Scales shimmering brighter. + +Boom! + +His punch broke the hammer clean in half and blasted the clone into the horizon, while his left arm swung like a whip, backhanding the claw-user into the ground so hard the earth caved into a small canyon. Both clones dissolved instantly. + +"Seven." + +The last three moved in desperation. One hurled dozens of spears of darkness like raining arrows. Another transformed its body into pure shadow, wrapping around Max like a suffocating prison. The final one roared and leapt at Max bare-handed, aiming to rip his head off. + +Max’s eyes gleamed coldly. His Black Flames surged again, exploding outward in a roaring inferno. The rain of spears dissolved, burned away into nothing. The shadow prison was consumed in seconds, the flames devouring every tendril. And as for the last clone—Max’s sword flashed again, the Severing Concept cutting it clean down the middle before it could even touch him. + +"Ten." + +Max exhaled lightly, lowering his sword. Around him, the battlefield was torn apart—craters, burning scars, fissures cut deep into the ground. + +Max dusted his hands off, his faint smile mocking again. "That’s it? For a so-called demon genius, your tricks are pretty weak. Next time, try making twenty punching bags instead of ten. Maybe then I’ll actually break a sweat." + +Moro trembled, his crimson eyes wide with shock and rage. His chest heaved as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth—the destruction of his clones rebounded on him, wounding him further. His aura flared wildly, unstable, his pride shattered.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 + +"You... you... HUMAN!" Moro’s voice cracked with fury, echoing across the city. "I will tear you apart!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/index.md b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/index.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d7b08f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100/index.md @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +--- +title: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100" +slug: "dimensional-keeper-all-my-skills-are-at-level-100" +author: "ShinGotLost" +authorAvatar: "https://i.pravatar.cc/128?u=shingotlost" +authorBio: "Author specializing in Fantasy" +cover: "https://freewebnovel.com/files/article/image/5/5677/5677s.jpg" +description: "“Not even the gods can stop me from finding my family!” Max only wanted to reunite with his parents and sister. But for that, he had to awaken a class. With no high expectations, Max would’ve been satisfied with a C or D rank. But fate had other plans. He unlocked a legendary SSS-Rank class. [Dim..." +status: "ongoing" +genres: + - "Fantasy" + - "Action" + - "Adult" + - "Harem" +rating: 4.0 +views: 0 +followers: 0 +chapters: 1542 +language: "English" +tags: + - "fantasy" + - "action" + - "adult" + - "harem" +createdAt: "2026-04-13" +updatedAt: "2026-04-13" +--- + +“Not even the gods can stop me from finding my family!” Max only wanted to reunite with his parents and sister. But for that, he had to awaken a class. With no high expectations, Max would’ve been satisfied with a C or D rank. But fate had other plans. He unlocked a legendary SSS-Rank class. [Dimensional Keeper] This class changed everything. Max mastered every skill to perfection and grasped the Concepts of Space and Time while his peers were playing around with swords. In no time, he ascended to become the Keeper of the Universe. Armed with unimaginable power, Max’s journey to find his family had begun. Nothing could stop him now—not fate, not enemies, not even the mighty gods! diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-1.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-1.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a6df45 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-1.md @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter -1 - Ranks/Levels/Realms(Spoilers as of 317)" +slug: "ch-1" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 1 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 441 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Ranks F>E>D>C>B>A>S + +>EPIC RANK + +>LEGENDARY RANK + +>MYTHICAL RANK + +>PHANTASMAL RANK + +>TRANSCENDENT RANK + +>SAINT RANK + +>VOID RANK(A crucial rank that allows one to freely traverse the void of space) + +>SOUL RANK + +--- + +Celestial Rankings encapsulate multiple ranks as their definition of power is much simpler + +Rank 1: Epic(Middle Rank 1) Legendary(Middle Rank 2) + +Rank 2: Mythical(Middle Rank 2) and Phantasmal(Peak Rank 2) + +Rank 3: Transcendent(Middle) and Saint(Peak) + +Rank 4: Void(Middle) and Soul(Peak) + +Rank 5: UNKOWN + +... + +Ranks converge as higher levels are reached, with the same names applying for Cultivators. Example: Transcendent Rank>Transcendent Realm, Saint Rank>Saint Realm, Void Rank> Void Fimerment Realm>Soul Forging Realm + +... + +Skill Levels follow the same ranks, with the addition of specialized skills that grow with the user. In terms of power: + +{UNIQUE} + +{ULTIMATE} + +<> + +Skill Trees: + +[Lich Lord of Abomination] (15/15):: Abilities- Summon Poison Totem(5/5), Summon Undead(5/5), Noxious Outburst(5/5), and Dereliction of the Saintly Poison Lord(5/5) >> [Abhorred Lich Emperor](30/30) :: Additional Abilities- Undead Legion(5/5), Will of the Undead Emperor(5/5), and Delay Death(5/5) + +[Amorphous Space Beast] (15/15) :: Abilities- Spatial Cage(5/5), Destabilize(5/5), Shattered Star(5/5), and Miniature Space(5/5). >> [Lesser Cthulhu](30/30) Additional Abilities- Morph(5/5), Child of Space(5/5), Portals of Terror(5/5), and Sever(5/5). + +[Blood Lord] (30/30):: A technique that only those with the purest forms of blood can use. It is Ancient Blood Magic that includes the abilities Dawn of the Blood Lord(0/5), Blood World(5/5), Drain Life(0/5), and Nightmarish Descent(0/5). + +<> + +<> :: A skill given to the holder of all the "Seven Deadly Sins" skills. The user is considered to be the Absolute Sin, empowering every sin type skill they hold. It gives access to the skills: [Sin Empowerment], [Harbinger of Sin], [Sin Manipulation], [Sin Syphoning], and [Arch Demon Lord Transformation] + +<> :: Your connection to the stars is unique, being able to assert an influence that bends the laws of space to your will. A proficient Connector is able to freely traverse through space, even to locations they have never been to before. Abilities include Marker, Connector, Astral Traveler, Expansive Space, and Star Seeker. + +<> Your very core holds a unique relationship to blood, granting you wondrous ways of utilizing it that many can only aspire to. Abilities Include Unique Origin, World Veil, Blood Sea, A Drop of Blood, Telepathy, Vampyrism, and Panacea. + +Bloodline(s): + +[Vampyre Progenitor](Awakening) :: The Bloodline of the Vampyre Progenitor has fused with your origin, slowly continuing to awaken to its full potential as time progresses. Bloodline boosts include: Ancient Being, Vampyre Ruler, Supernatural Beauty, Decelerated Aging, Blood Controller, Bloodline Affinity, Bloodline Bestowal, World Portal, All Element Resistance, Natural Blood Armor, Enhanced Charisma, Unnatural Healing, Unnatural Speed, and Blood Gourmet \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-10.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-10.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c970dda --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-10.md @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 9 - Reflection and planning" +slug: "ch-10" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 10 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1582 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I reviewed everything I had been doing so far and looked for what I could change. I was going to keep farming [Frozen Wasteland] tomorrow, but I would also be heading towards one of the rank D dungeons in the city, [Goblin King’s Abode], for at least a few rounds + +I just learned a C rank defensive skill that most hunters can’t even use because of its high energy requirement. There shouldn’t be any surprises that might pop up to endanger my life. Along with the rank D [Flames of Torment], I should be able to clear the 30-floor dungeon without an issue + +Another thing was the usage of my skills. If I really can cast endlessly, then I need to use this to my advantage even more. [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] and [Danger Senese] were still active. I sat on my old bed then closed my eyes, activating both [Safeguard] and [Arctic Armor] too + +A few minutes passed and I calmed down some more and realized what I might have missed. [Frozen Wasteland] wasn’t as actively cleared as other E ranked dungeons and had a tint of orange. What would happen when it was cleared multiple times in one day? A change would be very noticeable. + +Sigh. I looked to my ceiling as I realized how full of mistakes I still am. Today I’ll rest, tomorrow I’ll start moving for real. + +--- + +The man adorned with rank C [Item]s sat in the back of a luxurious car heading back to his manor. He had a distasteful expression on his face as if he had just swallowed a bug. + +There were very few people he hated in this world as he stood above the masses. Noah, the newly awakened hunter he just visited, landed near the top of the list of the most irksome people. It wasn’t whether he was strong or weak, it was his attitude. + +He looked down on people with such a pathetic attitude. Wanting to lay low and evade danger after awakening to a powerful ability? Distasteful. You should use your God-given talents to help the other pathetic masses to live in this world a little longer. The strong ruled the weak in this era, and I do not want a weakling in my city. Either he falls in line or... + +A phone quickly connected in the car and Cohen spoke. "Revise his danger level, make it B. He was able to use a defensive skill that would have taken me a few attacks to destroy, and it remained active the whole time I was talking to him. Find out which skill matches the description and gauge his power. He is most likely a naturally awakened individual with an [Inherent Skill] that adds a large amount of [Focus], allowing him to jump over rankings" + +There was silence on the other end of the line before a reply came. "Yes Sir" + +He was the only B Rank Hunter in Outer Bank X. He held the city’s life in his hands. He could do whatever he wanted with nobody batting an eye. The local government could not control him. Nobody else in this city could contend with him. And that is how things will stay + +--- + +As soon as I got up in the morning, I compiled everything I knew about Cohen Anderson. Besides his unstable attitude, he was the only one in Outer Bank X holding a rank B skill. A few months back, when his team that was made up of rank C Hunters took down the BOSS of [Solael’s Castle] with half the team wiping, he was lucky enough to receive a rank B skill book from the BOSS + +BOSSes rarely drop any skill books or items that are a higher tier then they are, but this chance increases when it is bosses from high ranking dungeons. A rank C dungeon is filled with hundreds of beasts of that level, along with a huge BOSS that earns the title of a Titan. These huge bosses are extremely powerful and have the chance of dropping something that is of higher rank than the dungeon itself. + +Anderson was that lucky. He joined the ranks of B tiered Hunters and took his position at the top of this city. His team never remained the same over the months, with rank C hunters having a high mortality rate from the dangers of [Solael’s Castle]. I would soon be joining them a few days from now + +I thought over everything and began moving, hailing a ride and heading down to [Frozen Wasteland] for the last time. Since they already know I cleared this, I’ll clear it a few more times to raise the fund for a skill I didn’t think I would need + +I spent around 20 minutes for each run yesterday, and it took me less than two hours to clear it multiple times and bring in more than half a million. I’ll only need $400 k to get the skill that I have in mind though + +This time around I was even more efficient. I entered the dungeon and immolated the huge bear another 3 times, giving me a multitude of [Core]s, and two skill books that were only worth selling + +In less than an hour, I had finished with [Frozen Wasteland] and went down to the central Awakened Center to fully start my next phase of plans. The [Core]s and [Skill Book]s sold for $447,000, and I went towards the Skill Shop to buy the skill that will allow me to let loose with no reservations + +The skill was still behind the thick glass, which I quickly called the person at the front desk and bought. Rank C skill, [Camouflage]. The skill allowed you to blend into your surroundings and had to be kept active to keep you from being seen. Besides extremely rich perverts, not many people used this skill + +I would be relying on it to keep my movements hidden while I do things that go against the norm for many people even now. + +I wasted no time learning the skill and went out of the Awakened Center. I still had my F rank license, and it would allow me to get past any gates no matter the rank. The gates and guards placed around the dungeon monoliths were to make sure normal people do not pass through and get themselves killed while trying their luck in the dungeon. Hunters could pass through the gate no matter the rank they held as long as they had a license, as many of the hunters congregating around dungeons wasn’t just for the purpose of diving + +I called a ride and gave directions to head towards [Goblin King’s Abode]. + +Dungeons get progressively harder as the ranks increase, as can be seen how a rank C dungeon was barely being handled by a B rank hunter surrounded by rank C hunters. The difficulty from E to D was also a huge gulf to cross for many, with D rank hunters opting to dive in groups of 10, or C rank hunters forming smaller groups to receive more profit. + +Rank D dungeons are very profitable, but when you have to split the loot between 10 people, the returns are minimal when looking at the dangers you face. + +I had the driver stop while we were at the center of downtown, where you could take many paths to get to a lot of dungeons. I found the nearest alley and activated [Camouflage] along with [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] and [Arctic Armor]. [Danger Sense] was still kept active all this time. + +The rank C [Camouflage] could hide a hunter from anyone of that same rank, with powerful rank B hunters being able to notice you fairly easily. If someone were to be keeping tabs on me right now, I am 100% sure it would not be a B rank hunter, so my movements from now on would be hidden + +I stepped out into the middle of the street with cars blazing down and people rushing about, not a single person was able to see anything, with a few bumping into me and tilting their heads to see exactly what hit them + +As soon I confirmed the usefulness of the skill I rushed towards the direction of [Goblin King’s Abode] and arrived there in 20 minutes. + +This time around, I didn’t bother showing my license and just passed through the man-made gates, the rank D guards on the side being none the wiser. None of the hunters cl.u.s.tered inside even looked my way either, increasing my confidence for the new plans from now on. + +I then looked up at the huge monolith that shone with a blue hue. This dungeon was regularly cleared by rank C and D hunters, being one of the more profitable dungeons because of the special drop that occasionally comes out, [King’s Valor]. This item was a full body armor that increased your defense by a wide margin while not hindering your speed. As rank C [Item]s were extremely rare, and mostly hoarded by those diving into the only rank C dungeon, this item was one of the hottest pieces of equipment for hunters + +I stopped reminiscing and went towards one of the square doors of the monolith, placing my hand and instantly being transported to [Goblin King’s Abode]. + +[Noah][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 70] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 70] + +[Skill(s): (F-Fireball-98)(F-Heal-21)(E-Arctic Armor- 95)(D-Flames of Torment-49)(D-Safeguard-15)(D-Danger Sense-33)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-25)(C-Camouflage-3)] + +[Equipment: (E-Swift Boots)] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-100.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-100.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..426d42a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-100.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 99 - A Tremendous Opportunity I" +slug: "ch-100" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 100 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1455 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I kept in mind the Grand Assembly that would be taking place sometime later today as I made plans to go back to the Skypeak Nest. + +The full information I received let me know that the last time a LEGENDARY beast arose in the nest and led an insurrection was decades ago when the kingdom was in its early beginnings. It took the strength of the powerful king along with the help of the EPIC Battalion Commanders to quell the beast’s insurrection and slay the most powerful one, pushing the beasts back onto their floating landmass. + +The only beasts currently propagating the dungeons were EPIC ranked, their numbers most likely not that high. The other two nests that were located further away from the kingdom were between frozen mountains that had a similar level of beasts, but were worried less about because of their locations. + +Occasional checks were still made to be sure that no powerful beasts were rising and consolidating forces. Since I had already taken down one of the powerful beasts in this nearby nest, it would be easier to take down more of them, so this would continue to be my target. I would get as many EPIC skills as I could before all hell broke loose. + +As for the assembly that I would most likely be missing, I could make better use of my time getting stronger than listening in. I’ll know all about what was discussed when I got back anyways. Amassing more strength before the battle fully starts was crucial. + +Now, my full focus was placed on how to utilize the EPIC ranked skills I had to efficiently and safely hunt down the beasts that I could sense yesterday. I had already absorbed the EPIC cores that the beast dropped, giving me a significant boost in my attributes. The skills I liked the most currently were [Corrupted Sword Saint’s Incarnation] and [Absolute Zero]. This was simply because their combination was killer. + +My body received a huge buff and became exceedingly huge after calling down the incarnation, and I couldn’t even begin to explain the thrill of moving around in it. As for why the skill had the corrupted tag in front of it, this was likely due to the powerful jewel the mercenary absorbed before she was about to transform. + +I was not at all hesitant to use the skill when I saw the red light and long horn pointing out from the head, as strength was strength, no matter which forms it came in. Now, with the addition of [Absolute Zero], a piercing layer of ice elements danced on the surface of the large body, with even more of them collected on the edge of the outstretched long blade. + +[Iceberg] was another killer skill with a tremendous amount of damage, and would work best to clear large droves of enemies. With this in mind, I neared the Skypeak Nest with full concentration. The death of even a single EPIC beast should have put all the other ones on the island on the edge. + +Sure enough, [Crisis Avoidance] showed me that there were multiple powerful figures waiting to strike not too far inland of the Nest. Well, the threat was not showing to be too high, just that it would take a significant amount of work. I could feel a smile forming on my face with this thought, this little bit of work was nothing to grab more EPIC skills! + +Before even landing on the floating Nest, the poisonous Plague Bearer was summoned, and [Corrupted Sword Saint’s Incarnation] was cast as my body began to be enveloped all around. I could feel the tremendous boost of power rushing in as the Incarnation fully formed, making me enjoy this feeling just a tad bit too much. + +[Absolute Zero] was cast next as the air around me began forming cold crystals and my body gained a white layer on top of the red one. Hexagonal columns of icy white crystals spread all around me, snaking their way to the outstretched sword as well. A storm of ice elements then formed around me as the skill fully formed. My figure was striking as I floated grandly in the air. + +I was fully prepared and began the fight by sending my summon over. The instant it landed on the Nest and attracted the attention of a few beasts, the dangerous auras I had been feeling all this time moved. + +The three BOSSes that appeared varied in shape. The one standing at the forefront was a 6 meter tall [Emperor Penguin]. It had sleek black feathers on its head and back with a white-yellowish belly that shone in the light. A ferocious expression was on its face as it looked towards the Plague Bearer, and then to my figure hidden in the skies. + +To the right of the [Emperor Penguin] was a large white wolf of exactly the same size. It seemed like an [Arctic Wolf] with its dangerously glowing yellow eyes and bared sharp teeth. To the left of these two was something even larger than them, a nearly 10-meter tall beast that seemed very similar to a walrus. It had powerful tusks pointing down from its mouth with an extremely ugly face that was looking at me angrily. + +Among all of these three, the fat [Walrus] seemed to be letting out the most dangerous vibes. I felt the extended EPIC sword in my hands as I breathed out dense cold air, and my figure blurred down towards the beast. I tried to keep my excitement in check as I found myself fighting against beings as powerful as these in equal standing. + +I didn’t forget where I came from, and just how weak I was just a few weeks ago. From the dilapidated apartment in Outer Bank X, to the quick rise from rank F and above. There had been many changes and progress, and they all brought me here today. In a completely different world where beings of all powers were present, and I was closing in on those same levels. + +My reminiscing came to a stop as the blade on my hands struck the thick skin of the dark walrus. + +THUCK! + +Like it met a layer of fat, the sword sank in just a bit, the Freezing Touch effect from [Absolute Zero] activating and causing a blooming flower of ice to bloom from the struck location, but its damage was reduced with the tough body of the beast that had the cold as its home. + +The walrus retaliated with a quick swing of its hairless flippers that condensed cold spears as they smacked into my large body. Even with [Flash] still activated and my large body maneuvering in the air, the speed was too fast to evade. + +BOOM! + +The impact sent me to the side, where the large white wolf was waiting with its jaws spread wide open. Terrible energy was being collected in its mouth as a blue beam shot out towards me. + +[Instant Transfer] was quickly activated as I faded away and appeared in the air, looking to the three beasts below. The Emperor Penguin that should have been kept busy with the Plague bearer had formed a hazy gray light on its flippers and smacked them into the body of my summon, and I watched with a surprised expression as the Plague Bearer disappeared from sight, the connection I had with it informing me it was now a few miles into the nest. + +[Saint’s Return] was already healing the damage my large figure received from the walrus and the blue beam of destructive energy that barely grazed me as I cast [Summon Plague Bearer] to call back the summon, when the Emperor Penguin on the ground shouted with a stern expression...and disappeared from my sight. + +An alarm rang out as I felt [Flash] automatically activate to move my body out of harm’s way as the large penguin appeared in the air. A hazy gray light was already covering its entire flipper as my body couldn’t avoid it in time. The light just barely grazed me, but it was more than enough as I felt my body disappear, and it wasn’t due to [Instant Transfer] this time. + +When I reappeared again, I found myself in an extremely large and dark environment with barely any light. Ancient frozen and broken structures were all around me, but that wasn’t the point that gave me the biggest surprise. The biggest surprise was in this large environment I was transferred into with that attack from the [Emperor Penguin], I was not alone. Multiple auras that were in no way less powerful than ones I had just been fighting honed in at my position. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-11.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-11.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fcd9bbc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-11.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 10 - [Goblin King’s Abode]" +slug: "ch-11" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 11 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1779 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The layouts of high ranking dungeons gradually became more extravagant. In [Goblin King’s Abode], the first floor you were transported into had overgrowths and trees all around. Goblins traveled in groups of 5 and paroled the entire floor. The moment you attacked one, they would alert others with a loud signal and have them all rush to where you were + +Parties created to dive into this dungeon had to make sure they had enough damage dealers to take care of at least one of the groups before the other two groups rushed in. If your party ever found themselves surrounded by 3 groups of goblins, you had to say your prayers + +I looked to the group of goblins that was just alerted in front of me. The goblins had a layer of green scales on them, with their heights reaching up to 3 meters. Four of them held clubs and maces with one holding a wooden staff + +I began by testing the effectiveness of the rank F [Fireball] that had its proficiency almost reach a hundred, making it on par with E rank skills. The swirling fireball that was even further condensed rushed towards one of the goblins and exploded + +The goblin was pushed back a few feet but quickly got back up like nothing was wrong. Its green scales were only slightly dented. Damn, here I was thinking [Fireball] might still have some uses in the future. Its fast casting and moving speed would actually be good if I was ever going against things that didn’t have such high defenses like monsters, but that wasn’t something I was looking forward to + +The dashing goblins were almost here though, so I initiated my most offensive skill on hand, [Flames of Torment]. A line of fire quickly appeared in front of me, moving forward to hit the foremost goblin. There was a second of pause after the impact before a scream rang out as the line of fire pierced from the front to its back + +I made a grasping motion to the pillar of flames and moved my hand to the right. The skill followed my command, acting like a thick rope that moved horizontally and bisected the heads of the two goblins on the right + +The remaining two goblins were immediately frightened to see such quick deaths of their friends and they began dashing back. I wouldn’t give them a chance though, so I moved forward and kept the distance, quickly commanding the skill to coil around the two goblins, burning them to a crisp + +Haha! This was a method I had begun using after becoming familiar with this skill. I didn’t have to just allow the skill to shoot flames in front of me, as my proficiency rose I could more easily control the pillar of flames to not just move forward, diagonally, or horizontally. With enough concentration, I could command the skill to act as agile as a rope to suffocate my enemies in flames + +As soon as I finished them off, rustling sounds could be heard as another 5 goblins dashed in. I didn’t sit still this time around, giving them a cold grin and running towards them, a pillar of flames eerily squirming in front of me. + +I practiced controlling and moving [Flames of Torment] as I liked, resulting in dying screams from the goblins. Soon enough, there were another 5 burnt monsters on their ground, their bodies still bubbling from the extreme heat + +I had already taken two groups, there should be one more remaining. I didn’t wait for them to come and went towards the screams and sounds to the side, taking the last 5 down just as easy as their previous friends. + +From then on, it was just me rushing down the floors, increasing the proficiency of my now favorite skill. On a few of the floors, I tested the effectiveness of [Camouflage] against monsters and the results were spectacular. I could sneak in a few meters around them without them noticing a single thing, but If I stayed at that location for just a few seconds or went in any closer to them then eyes would shift to where I was at. + +I wasn’t sure if it was just sharper senses or a stronger nose that alerted them as you neared, but it was fun running around without being seen + +From the 10th floor onward, more goblin archers and mages began appearing, shooting arrows, fireballs, lightning, and frost bolts towards me. I had [Arctic Armor] and [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] always active though, causing the arrows to be bounced away from my body and the spells to simply disappear the moment they came in contact with the transparent sphere around me + +All they could see was a small being deflecting and absorbing their attacks while he lashed out with a thick pillar of fire that either tightened their bodies to death or blasted their heads apart. Surprising the goblin mages and archers with [Camouflage] was even deadlier, as they can’t even cast a single spell before they become lifeless + +Adrenaline was coursing through me as I watched these D rank 3-meter tall monsters easily fall, but I reminded myself this wasn’t what I was aiming for. They were D rank, they were weak, just like me. I cannot think too highly of myself. Any random millionaire could buy skills just as strong and enough [Core]s to easily make someone just as powerful. + +The change I wanted to make inside of me was to not feel that feeling of cowardice, that feeling of helplessness that I wallowed in for so long. Whatever stood in my way, whether it be human or monster, whether it be the largest Titans I will eventually be facing, I wanted to face it head-on without fear + +I reigned in my emotions and rushed down the floors even faster. + +Within an hour and a half, I had rushed down all 29 floors of the dungeon and stood near the last steps of stairs that would take me to the BOSS room. + +I realized the pain of normal hunters and why most of them only dived into dungeons once or twice at most a day. Me rushing down while mowing enemies left and right still required me to spend a few minutes on each floor. There being so many floors and monsters, the hunters in a party had to put their lives on the line to kill monsters on each floor while resting to recover their energy and heal up right after + +Just going through one dungeon could take them 5 hours or more. Me being able to endlessly cast my skills was such a huge thing that even now I found myself questioning if it was still real. + +I went down the steps while making sure all defensive skills and even [Camouflage] was active, and I was soon in a huge clearing with a small mountain in the middle. Scratch that, not a mountain, just a very savage looking goblin that was about 6 meters in size. Its skin was shining a dark black that made it very prominent in this clearing. Holy shit. It held no weapons on its hands, and yet its hands alone seemed enough to smash anything coming near it + +This BOSS was the killer of many Hunters, its large size and strength quickly weeding out inexperienced hunters from knowledgeable ones. At Least 2 rank D Knights or 1 rank C with the heaviest of armors were required in order to withstand even one of its strikes. You also better hope your team’s Mages and Berserkers were saving up their energy to unleash multiple spells and attacks on this beast to take it down in as little time as possible, or deaths would follow + +I was a distance away from it, so I thought I wouldn’t be found out with [Camouflage] active, but it’s huge eyes honed in on me the instant I arrived in the clearing. So blending into your surroundings is not enough to evade the senses of this type of monster? And I wasn’t sure if this rank D boss could be classified as a Titan yet, but its size made me feel like an ant as I had to raise my head just to meet its gaze + +I felt my blood pumping as I found myself in this staredown against something more than 3 times my size. I was not scared. I looked at this huge beast and I saw my goals. I saw my future! + +I slowly began walking, and my walk gradually changed into a run. The beast stood still, not making a single sound. A smile broke out on my face as unrestrained laughter could be heard. A few meters long thick line of flames quickly appeared beside me as I charged towards this humongous beast + +As soon as I got near it, a huge black fist covered the entirety of my sight. My laughter didn’t stop as the line of flames also shot out and wrapped around that fist. Then...a huge impact was felt + +BOOM!!! + +The fist felt like the whole world was dropped on me. I had seen it smash into the sphere that was protecting me, and instantly felt myself fly back at a speed I’ve never been exposed to before + +BAM! + +I was smashed into the wall behind me a second later, a spherical dent created as I dropped down to my feet. Not a single hair on my body was harmed, the rank C skill, [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection], was not for show! + +The beast in front of me didn’t stay silent anymore as a mournful howl rang throughout the huge clearing. Its right fist had fallen to the ground, forever removed from its arms. The calmness in its eyes was completely gone as its feet smacked the ground and jumped towards me + +One of its remaining good hands reached out towards me as if trying to snuff out a candle. I commanded the cable of flames to twist and form into a circular shape while watching this palm crushing down on me. The circular line of flames then began spinning at high speeds when the palm landed + +ZZIING! + +A horrible sound could be heard as flesh and bones were cut apart. The Goblin’s King’s remaining arm was grotesquely bisected in the middle, dark red blood gushing out. We were only a meter apart, and I stared at its furious face as I commanded the spinning line of flames to rush at this giant’s neck + +ZING! + +A second passed, and then the head of the 6-meter tall monster crashed to the ground. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-12.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-12.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..63c7840 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-12.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 11 - The right skills to buy" +slug: "ch-12" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 12 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1492 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I let out a laugh as I relished on the feeling of taking down such a humongous beast. + +I was even happier from learning how to better use your skills as your proficiency rose. [Flames of Torment] shot out a line of flames in front of me when I first casted it, but as I gradually kept on using it, new ways to manipulate it came to light. + +From being able to move the line of flames in the direction I wanted to twisting the thick flames like a rope, to now connecting their ends and adding a spin to it, making them even deadlier + +This made me look forward to learning and improving higher ranking skills as time passed. + +I continued thinking while observing the headless giant before I gathered the things that dropped. Aside from the [Core]s, there was also a rank D skill book, [Ice Shards: Drops sharp shards of ice at a specific location] + +This skill book was in fairly high demand and could be sold for a decent amount of money. It didn’t fit with the current me and I wouldn’t be learning it as my goal now is to focus on obtaining an offensive rank C skill. Along with that, I wanted to buy other skills like [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection], [Arctic Armor], and [Danger Sense] that could be activated, and on my case, become passive skills that only end after I command it + +This was my next phase of plans, skills that I could turn on and keep on without them requiring anymore thought from me. If I can collect a multitude of support and defensive skills that provide a variety of effects and layer them on top of each other...just the thought of it kept my blood pumping. The next skill will be a killer rank C skill that will be of use when I dive into [Solael’s Castle] in a few days, and the other skills I had in mind will follow after + +[Flames of Torment] had a very high proficiency currently with its power most likely nearing rank C skills, but a genuine rank C offensive skill is nothing to laugh at with their large scale of damage + +I sat down besides the fallen giant and began absorbing the [Vitality] and [Strength] [Core]s it dropped. I had collected tons from the smaller goblins across the 29 floors, and planned to bring my [Vitality] and [Strength] attributes higher than 100. + +As soon as I finished, I reached out towards the green crystal that rose when the goblin king was defeated and was transported outside. My [Camouflage] was already activated, and not a single one of the many hunters cl.u.s.tered in groups or selling items and skills around the encampment of the monolith noticed me + +The areas around safe dungeons usually turned into small markets of their own, with hunters trading skills, cores, or items without going through official channels like Awakened Centers. The selling of these things around the dungeons gave much less profit though, so unless a hunter was willing to pay a high price for a specific skill or item they wanted, most people sell their loot to the Awakened Centers. + +The government controlling these centers gobbled up everything they could, paying top prices for materials to strengthen their soldiers. The funny thing about it though was how many of these soldiers would be stationed in high end cities where the rich were cl.u.s.tered together. That’s just how this world was. + +I ignored the hustle and bustle of the environment and neared one of the square doors of the monolith, being transported back into [Goblin King’s Abode] for another run. I was planning to dive into dungeons like a madman for the days to come and acc.u.mulate as much as I could before being fully prepared for any situations when diving in to [Solael’s Castle] and dealing with that arrogant prick. + +--- + +"Sir, we lost him a few hours ago after he got off a car downtown" Butler + +"What? How do you lose someone when we have eyes all over the city?" Cohen asked the burly man that was dressed in a tuxedo over the phone. + +"It was our mistake Sir, we’ll be sure to find him as soon as possible. If I may, I would like to share my thoughts about this subject though" The butler hung his head low as he talked to his master. This was the man that had saved his life when monsters were about to snuff it out, and he had been indebted to him from then on + +He was an official holding a high position in a major firm, but he left everything behind and followed his master willingly over the past months, managing his financials and turning a blind eye to the many tastes his master had. After all, nobody was perfect. + +"What is it?" + +"There are many inconsistencies about him that we are unsure of, and have not yet grasped exactly how high his level of power is. My apprehension increased today as he was able to escape under the watch of many of our people. Might I suggest that we approach him in a different manner?" He carefully spoke out every word, making sure his words would not be the cause of anger + +There was silence on the other end of the phone before Cohen spoke. "Do you doubt me?" + +The butler quickly frowned and hung his head even lower before he replied "I would never. I am only speaking from an abundance of caution of this man who has suddenly awakened to a power nearing rank B in just a few days" + +A pause followed thereafter, before a reply came with the call being ended a moment later. "I’ll keep that in mind." + +The butler wiped off the perspiration and looked out of the mansion. He did not succeed, his master had still become angry. + +--- + +My second run of [Goblin King’s Abode] was fruitful, as the BOSS had been kind enough to drop the sought after armor [King’s Valor] + +The 6 meter goblin had horrible burns all over its body, as I took my time with it to get more practice facing something that much bigger than me. This was all in preparation to go against much bigger BOSSes that fully earned the title of TITANS from rank C and above + +One of the things I learned was that if you didn’t have a strong enough defensive skill, it didn’t matter how knowledgeable you were about its moves, as a single punch would be able to stain your body all over the wall + +I equipped [King’s Valor] and felt a new layer of clothes wrap around me. The armor had a light blue metal sheen to it with a slight protrusion at the chest, covering a majority of my body besides my extremities and head. The greatest thing about this armor was the fact it did not feel awkward to move around in, as if the metallic attribute was malleable. I could move and stretch my body even better than normal with no issues + +The third run of the dungeon gave me more than enough cores that my backpack was almost overflowing now, along with the rank D skill [Triple Shot] that was commonly used by ranged Berserkers that used bows + +I had taken more than half of the day diving into this dungeon, and it was already night outside. Tightening my overflowing bag on my back, I left [Goblin King’s Abode] encampment and went towards the downtown, with my [Camouflage] active as usual. + +Once I was in the middle of the city, I turned the skill off and called for a ride that dropped me off the central Awakened Center 20 minutes after. It was rush hour around this time with many people running about downtown. Many drowning their troubles and fear with alcohol and many more going towards the unsavory places deep in the city + +I went inside the Awakened Center and had to be taken to a private room because of the volume of things I was trying to sell. A fat looking middle aged man replaced the gorgeous woman that was talking to me and quickly handled the transaction, taking all my remaining cores and skills from [Goblin King’s Abode] and offering to deposit $1.6 million into my account + +I looked at these numbers as if they were imaginary, and they might as well be as they would be gone a few minutes from now when I purchase the rank C skills. I became a high profile client in the man’s eyes as he asked me if there was anything else I needed before completing the transaction, and I told him the names of the skills I wanted + +A few minutes later, 3 rank C skill books were situated at the table next to us, and only $100 k was deposited in my bank account. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-13.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-13.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f43d1b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-13.md @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 12 - Just the beginning" +slug: "ch-13" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 13 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1824 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The new Rank C skills I had bought were [Explosive Rune- Upon physical contact with your enemy, brand them with a chaotic rune that will explode on your command], [Aura of Haste- An aura that increases movement speed, attack speed and cast speed envelops you], and [Life Essence- Gain increased vitality(+30) and regeneration at a great cost] + +These skills correctly fit with the direction I was going towards. Multiple skills that can remain active for me at all times along with my first offensive rank C skill. [Explosive Rune] was a BOSS killer that mages wanted in their arsenal because of its significant damage. The only problem is that it drained the entirety of a rank C’s energy, and they had to come in contact with the boss to initiate it. + +The Mage hunters had to make sure that they had full energy before the BOSS fight and that there was a competent enough Knight distracting the BOSS, otherwise the moment they get near themselves they’ll get squashed + +Once the rune was placed on the BOSS, half of the fight was done, as it dealt such a significant amount of damage that it could even outright kill a rank D BOSS if the rune was placed in a critical location or maim a rank C BOSS. The problem was, no mage ever dared get near a rank C BOSS unless they were wishing for death + +With my overlapping defensive skills and the ever so increasing active skills, I should have no problem using [Explosive Rune] to its full potential. + +After the sale was finished, the joyful man’s face jiggled as he said "Here is my card. Give me a call or text whenever you’re coming down and I’ll be sure to receive you to the best of my abilities!" + +I nodded to the man that had a full smile on his face and left the awakened center. As soon as I was out I blended into the rushing people and activated [Camouflage] once more + +The nearest Hunter Lodging was not too far away from the Awakened Center, and I got there in under 10 minutes. I quickly received the keys to one of their luxurious rooms and found myself in a room similar to the one I stayed in before + +I placed my bag down on the bed and eagerly began looking at my new skills. [Explosive Rune] would have to wait to be tested later, but as soon as I activated [Aura of Haste] and [Life Essence], a red and green color began appearing on my body. The colors would come and fade a moment later, being fairly transparent and only visible if you were to really focus + +I felt my body become visibly lighter and saw a +30 appear on my [Vitality] attribute + +Haha! As long as I found skills like these and layered them on my body, would I have anything to worry about? + +I shook myself out of my reverie and ordered room service, this time getting 2 plates of a very huge lobster. I went over my day and thought about what I would be doing tomorrow while enjoying the supple texture of the crustaceans. This was a habit I was planning on developing regularly, to think back to what I did today along with any mistakes I made, and how to improve in the future. I went to sleep soon after as I was dead tired. + +--- + +Anderson was holding a drink as he overlooked the city atop his mansion. The thing on his mind was the newly awakened hunter he couldn’t seem to keep a track of. He knew all of the hunters that were C rank or near it in the city, and he made sure to introduce himself whenever new ones appeared + +They were quickly reigned in and called upon whenever his team lost a member while diving in [Solael’s Castle]. None of them could deny his words. So why was it that this new one pissed him off so much? Anderson thought back to that pathetic apartment and realized it was his eyes. Eyes that seemed unyielding, that seemed to say he wasn’t afraid + +Hah! How could he not be afraid? Whatever [Inherent Skill] he awakened, does he really think he could look at me with an expression like that? I held the paramount skill [Giant’s Strength], which allowed me to stand toe to toe against a C rank TITAN. Who are you compared to a BOSS I killed every week? + +The one person he usually listened to in this city had also told him to be cautious because of the many unknowns, but it only furthered his distaste towards the hunter. No matter. I will see exactly what gave someone like you the confidence to look at me with such a gaze + +[Cohen Anderson][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 188] + +[Focus: 163] + +[Strength: 195] + +[Skill(s): (F-Lightning Strike-41)(F-Shield-33)(E-Strengthening-41)(D-Minor Regeneration-43)(D-Quick Speed-42)(D-Harden-38)(D-Blade Edge-45)(D-Danger Sense-31)(C-Aura Blade-49)(C-Regeneration-23)(C-Heal-33)(C-Life Essence- 25)(C-Blast-19)(C-Blade of Lightning-55)(B-Giant’s Strength){INHERENT-WRATHFUL}] + +[Equipment(s): (C-Igneous Sword)(C-Igneous Armor)(C-Ring of Storage)(C-Fiery Boots) + +--- + +Early morning the next day, I was already up and heading towards [Goblin King’s Abode]. Tomorrow would be the day when I would head down to [Solael’s Castle] with some of the highest rankers in the city, so I had to use my time as efficiently as possible today. + +The first task was to rush through the dungeon in under an hour and a half as I was aiming to dive in at least 5 times. With this in mind, I bought a specialized hunter bag that was woven with materials meant to stretch. The bag had straps that tightly hugged your body so that a strong hunter could move without any issues. + +This was a poor hunter’s item, as the truly rich ones had purchased equipment that allowed them to store whatever they wanted in a large space. I put this item off for now as it would have taken a majority of my funds, and my goal was obtaining more skills currently + +I repeated the same process as yesterday and arrived at the monolith at 7 am. It was a fairly cloudy morning and still early, so there were significantly fewer hunters around. Some had already set up shop with their skill books and cores, others meeting up and forming parties while getting to know one another + +Still activating [Camouflage], I entered the dungeon and appeared on the clearing filled with trees once more. This time though, besides the skills I originally had, I had added [Aura of Haste] and [Life Essence]. I ran towards the first group of goblins that I could see and rushed up to them while I was still hidden + +They were alerted the moment I came near them, but that didn’t stop me from reaching my hand out and placing it on each of them while they were still disorganized. With my increased speed from [Aura of Haste], I could do this much without an issue. I then pulled back a few feet away and watched as black tattooish circles spread to cover 1⁄3 of their bodies + +I observed them as they turned my way, none the wise about the runes that had sprouted on their bodies. I gave the command and the rank C skill [Explosive Rune] was fully utilized + +BANG! + +The portion of the goblins’ body that was covered in the runes exploded with a huge force, throwing chunks of flesh and bones everywhere as 5 goblins were soon lying in their own pool of blood. + +The damage was just as expected for a rank C skill, powerful! I speedily cleared the floors like this. With all the defensive and support skills kept active, I pressed down the floors with [Camouflage] hiding me and giving me enough time to come in contact with the monsters that exploded a second after. Some floors I still used [Flames and Torment] and kept on experimenting with it as it’s proficiency continued to rise. More than an hour quickly passed and I was through all 29 floors and headed to the BOSS once more + +The 6-meter tall Goblin King looked as ruthless as always, and noticed me as soon as I came down even though I was hidden. I walked towards it slowly until I stood a meter away, where it stared me down. This one was one of the peculiar traits of this BOSS that interested me. When the fight began it was always so calm as if it was measuring me up. During the fight though, it would go completely berserk + +It was still a monster though and threw a fist down at me a second later. I raised my small hand to match this fist as my palm was opened to receive it + +PAH! + +A sound like that of the loudest slap resounded as [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] absorbed all the damage and the ground beneath me cracked. The arm of the Goblin King rapidly had a runic tattoo spreading on it, and the boss quickly felt something wrong as it grabbed its skin and tried to rip it off + +BOOM! + +A deafening explosion rang out as it’s entire arm blew apart and it let out a thundering howl. The enraged king reacted fast, throwing another fist with its remaining arm...only for the same thing to repeat + +I was standing at the same location, the ground around me full of cracks as if an earthquake occurred. I had sunk a few inches into the ground as I calmly looked up at the Goblin King that was missing both of its arms + +RAAAA! + +It let out an angry shout as if it would not give up and kicked its right leg downwards. + +PAH! BOOM! + +The same scene repeated and now its right leg was gone. The large beast could not support its weight as it fell backwards with a loud thunk. Loud breathing could be heard as it’s entire face was twisted in pain. I climbed out of the small hole I had been repeatedly kicked in and jumped up on top of the body of the beast, landing on its square abdominal muscles and traveling forward to its face + +I looked down at it as it could not move or do much of anything else. + +Besides the heavy breathing and a pained look, I could see another expression on the Goblin King’s face after more than half of its body was blown away. It was extremely distinct while I looked at its huge eyes. I had seen this expression before. I had felt it before. It was fear. I reached my hand out and let my palm touch it’s forehead, leaving it there as I commanded [Explosive Rune] to combust + +BOOM! + +Another deafening explosion rang out in the clearing before silence ensued. [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] and [Arctic Armor] didn’t allow even a single stone or meat to land on my body, negating the force of the explosion as if it was nothing. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-14.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-14.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2ac550 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-14.md @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 13 - Preparations done" +slug: "ch-14" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 14 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 2126 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The feeling of dominating such a huge being from the beginning to the end was exhilarating, to say the least, and a testament of just how far and fast I can grow. + +The first run of [Goblin King’s Abode] gave out an abundant amount of [Core]s and an [Item] called [Goblin’s Sword]. I did not need the sword, so this would be one of the items that I would be selling later. I continued on and dived into the dungeon once more + +The second run gave me even more cores, along with the skill book called [Flame Bolt] The third, fourth and fifth run collectively gave me one item and two more skill books: [D-Bow of the Veteran], [D-Swipe], and [D- Restrain] + +All of them were rank D materials that I would not be needing and would also be getting sold. Throughout the dungeon runs, I made sure to use [Flames of torment] along with my main skill of [Explosive Runes] that beautifully took down the monsters. + +This process took me an entire day and I was able to bring a few of my skills to the proficiency of 100. The skills that reached a milestone of 100 jumped up explosively in power. [Fireball], which was a rank F skill, now had power greater than a skill 1 rank above it. The balls of fire summoned now had a high propelling force that made them rush out even faster. [Arctic Armor] even more comfortably hugged my body when it reached 100, an extra layer of ice appearing that further increased my defense, and also making me look like some knight you would find roaming the coldest arctic wastelands + +This marked the end of my dive for the day as I had been diving for the past 10 hours and it was already in the evening. I left the dungeon, [Camouflaged] as usual, and went downtown where I once again called for a ride and went all the way down to the Awakened Center. + +In the awakened center. I had given a text to the fat salesman beforehand and he was able to meet me and bring me to the private room the minute that I arrived. + +I entered the room and emptied my huge bag that held many cores, skill books, and items. After counting everything the total came out to 2.8 million. I once again gave a list of the things that I was looking for and they were quickly brought to me, reducing the money I would have taken all the way down to $ 500 K. + +I would have loved to spend the rest of it, but I couldn’t find anymore applicable defensive or support skills that fit the criteria I set for myself in the Awakened Center. I would soon have to branch out to find more fitting skills + +I had bought three more skills and one item, all of them being rank C. The first was a movement type skill that I had been looking forward to called [Whirlwind]. The second was another support type skill that was called [Increased penetration]. The third skill was a life-preserving skill called [Regeneration] + +The item that I bought last was a simple [Ring of Storage] which many high ranking hunters found themselves buying. It took away the hassle of caring around the skill books and items and cores that were collected over the course of the day. + +As soon as I finished my business. I gave my thanks to the salesman and left the awakened center, blending in and using [Camouflage] as soon as I was out and headed towards the Hunter Lounge. + +The process was quick as usual, and I grabbed the room fairly quickly. + +I was finally able to relax and absorb the [Core]s that I kept behind. The plan was to reach the maximum that I could while using rank D cores. + +I then learned the skills and placed the storage ring on my hands, using my energy to feel the wide space inside of it. It was a large enough space for two people to be squeezed in + +The [Increased Penetration] skill allowed me to deal more damage and further ignore the defenses from my enemies when I had it active. It was a much-used skill by Mages and Berserkers to deal finishing blows on BOSSes + +And the [Regeneration] skill was as simple as that. If I ever somehow took a large amount of damage then I could easily cast the regeneration skill to begin healing without losing too much of my health + +The movement type skill that was called [Whirlwind] would allow me to dash forward and close the distance to my enemies at a very fast speed. This would be good for surprise attacks or evading very dangerous shots. + +[Regeneration and [Whirlwind] could not be activated and tested at this time. But I quickly activated [Increased Penetration] along with the rest of the defensive and support type skills that were in my arsenal to keep their proficiency rising + +I ordered room service as usual, and this time around I grabbed 3 platters of shrimp. My appetite seemed to gradually be getting larger and larger as time passed. + +I enjoyed the food when it came and took some time to think once or more over what happened today. I went over my run in the dungeon, the skills are used, and how to better use them or further improve + +I felt like I had fully prepared for what was to happen tomorrow. With all of these skills that most hunters would be able to activate momentarily for a life-saving moment, I had them activated at all times. Even knowing how huge the gap was in strength between rank D and C dungeons, seeing how easily I had been taking down the 6-meter goblin of [Goblin King’s Abode] gave me confidence for the officially titled TITAN of [Solael’s Castle] + +Early morning the next day I woke up, grabbed a shower, and had some breakfast at the diner area of the hotel. It was already eight am when I left the lodge to head towards [Solael’s Castle] + +This dungeon was renowned as the hardest dungeon in our city. It was a dungeon that many people died in until a specialized team was born to clear it. The dungeon always bordered in the high-risk zone. + +There was no encampment around the dungeon as usual. With many people setting up their shops and stalls quite a distance away. In the case of any dungeon break happening, people wanted the chance to at least be able to run away from the onslaught of beasts + +The huge monolith was colored in a dark shade of orange, pulsating at a few seconds. + +The only road leading to it was blocked by military trucks and cars making sure the civilians never neared this area + +I didn’t bother even showing my license and just passed through the guard point using my [Camouflage] skill. I soon arrived at the bottom of the monolith and I looked up at the huge structure + +I closed my eyes and sat down near it, making sure I was still hidden while activating all my defensive and supportive skills, watching the proficiency rising in real-time. + +I felt extremely confident in anything that I would face today as the previous day I had also absorbed many of the [Core]s that I didn’t sell, with my [Vitality] and [Strength] attributes capping at 150 + +Along with the many skills that supported me. I highly doubt it given a B rank hunter could endanger me. + +Not too long after a few people began appearing. I stayed hidden as I observed them. The first two were huge dudes in their 30s. They both held huge shields that seemed to cover their entire bodies. On their other hands were maces with spikes that shone red. Besides the armor they had on them, they didn’t seem anything special. But these were genuine C ranked hunters + +The next to arrive were women that both held staffs on their hands with magician’s robes wrapping around them. They had a look of apprehension as they looked at the huge monolith. + +The four of them seemed familiar with each other as they began discussing some things soon after. The next one to arrive was a girl who seemed fairly young, in her twenties at most. This one had a blue sword on her waist. + +With her body covered with what I would only assume to be [King’s Valor] that t I also wore. Surprisingly. this girl did not go towards and talk to me first four. But she actually held a confident look on her face as she looked towards the huge monolith, making me surprised, as any rank C hunter could find themselves dead in this dungeon so many held apprehensions + +Anderson arrived soon after. His arrival stopped the discussions among everyone as they stared towards him. His eyes glazed over the five people and then soon turned into piercing eyes that came to my location. I calmly deactivated the defensive and support skills and then turned off [Camouflage] + +Surprise gasps came out of the rank C hunters as none of them were able to notice me. I wanted to test it just to be sure if Anderson would be able to pierce through the C rank skill’s effect even if its proficiency was increased. Maybe I had to wait until it neared 100 for it to have a complete effect on rank B hunters + +While Anderson’s piercing gaze did not leave my sight, he walked over and said. "You really have such an excessive amount of energy? That you would waste it on hiding this early this morning?" + +His tone sounded very calm, but his words dripped with disdain. I replied back. "Nothing to worry about, I was only testing the strength of the people I would be leaving my life to today" + +I seemed to have a knack of making him angry, his face became sour and he turned away from me and addressed everyone. + +"I want the dungeon dive today to be a very clean one. We have two new hunters joining us, this one goes by Rachel and this one is Noah. One is a berserker and the other is a mage." He pointed to me and the girl that held a confident look on her face as he continued + +"For you two, this will be your first run so follow all directions and do not lag behind. This dungeon is different from the ones that you are commonly used to" These words were directed to Rachel and I. + +"There is only a single floor in this dungeon, and it takes us almost half the day just to clear it. Do not be surprised by what you see. Protect yourself and cover each other’s backs and we should all come out of this alive. When the boss appears, leave it to me and follow everything I say" He articulated the next words very slowly + +"In the case any problems occur and you see it coming towards you do not stand idle. Run, or you will die." I listened to his somewhat inspiring speech as we all prepared to dive into the dungeon + +I had done my research previously about [Solael’s Castle] and his words were not false. The dungeon only had one singular floor, but this one floor took the lives of many many hunters. + +As the speech was quickly wrapped up, he went towards the other four party members to discuss something, and I noticed uncomfortable look pop up on their faces. Jeez, did this guy actually have bad relationsh.i.p.s with everyone? + +The girl that was apparently new just like me came towards me and said with a puzzled expression. "Why does it seem like there’s friction between you and the strongest hunter in the city?" + +I smiled at her and replied. "I’m not sure either. I have no problem with the guy. But he seemed to not like me the moment so he saw me." + +She c.o.c.ked her head in confusion as if she did not understand and I said once more. "Don’t worry about it, there should not be a problem." + +As soon as we finished talking, the rest of the group came towards us and we went towards one of the square doors of the huge monolith. Once all of us were near, Anderson reached his hand out first and the rest of us followed, quickly being transferred to the first floor of [Solael’s Castle] + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 150] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 150] + +[Skill(s): (F-Fireball-100)(F-Heal-43)(E-Arctic Armor- 100)(D-Flames of Torment-97)(D-Safeguard-31)(D-Danger Sense-95)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-93)(C-Camouflage-67)(C-Aura of Haste-23)(C-Explosive Rune-33)(C-Life Essence-22)(C-Increased Penetration-13)(C-Regeneration-1)(C-Whirlwind-1)] + +[Equipment: (E-Swift Boots)(D-King’s Valor)(C-Ring of Storage)] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-15.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-15.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1f3cc41 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-15.md @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 14 - Solaels Castle" +slug: "ch-15" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 15 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1584 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +It was not correct to even call this a floor of a dungeon, as it seemed like a world by itself. There was a huge expanse of trees all around us and on the horizon, a humongous castle was apparent, this was [Solael’s Castle] + +The castle was built in a medieval style and had a grand look that imposed itself on all that looked towards it. This castle housed more than a hundred C ranked monsters and a humongous titan that we would soon be facing. + +Anderson began talking as we made our way towards the castle "When that door opens, we will be facing 10 C rank monsters. They are made up of extremely tough stone-like materials that need a very damaging skill to break. We will have to break through multiple rooms that hold these statue-like monsters in order to reach the boss in the main hall of the castle. I’ll be covering Dina and Stacy" He pointed to the two women that were covered in robes. "And the two of you," He said pointing to the two hunters holding the huge shields, "Will cover Rachel and...Noah. I do not want any mistakes, be confident in your skills and attack to kill" + +The rest of the group nodded in understanding and we were soon near the castle which opened its doors to show a large room where ten statues were standing still. + +The moment that we entered, the statues that were three meters tall and had a golden shine opened their blank eyes and came towards us. The ten C ranked monsters spread out all over the room and rushed in with a semi-circular formation. + +Anderson dashed in first with the two mages following not far behind him heading towards the right, already casting their spells. The two tanks nodded at me and Rachel and went towards the other side, quickly colliding with the huge statues. + +Everyone here was fairly knowledgeable, so skills quickly went off and flew towards the statues in sparkling shades of colors. I cast [Flames of Torment] and formed it into a circular disk that I threw at one of the statues. Instantly smashing the head + +Rachel, the berserker that was standing by my side Instantly disappeared and drew the sword she had on her waist, which was now showing a dark red color that instantly went to split apart another statue. + +On Anderson’s side, I don’t know exactly how he did it but three of the statues were already broken and lying on the ground as shattered stones. + +The Mages behind him had both cast a spell that quickly formed a dark thundercloud that spewed down light which struck down on the heads of the remaining two statues and took them down as well. + +On our side, we had three statues still alive as the tanks were holding them off, knocking them back with their Shields as they neared. Rachel stood at a distance and then slashed her sword horizontally. The sword let out a blinding light that struck and destroyed two statues, quickly giving more breathing room for the two tanks. + +I controlled [Flames of Torment] and quickly smashed the head of the remaining statue. It was just the beginning, but the teamwork seemed to be fairly solid. This was only the first room that we had to pass in this castle before we even came close to the huge Titan that would be facing. + +After the room was cleared, everyone besides Anderson sat down and closed their eyes, most likely recovering their energy. I followed their lead and acted as if I had also spent a significant amount of energy to cast [Flames of Torment] repeatedly. + +During this time, I activated skills that did not show on my body as I was pretty sure a significant amount of time in this dungeon would be the recovery time between the castle rooms. I activated [Aura of Haste] along with [Life essence], which shone two colors on my body that soon faded. I also cast regeneration even though I had no injuries just to test its effects. A feeling like I had just received the best massage flowed over me as the tension in my body was quickly released + +This was probably the last possible use anyone thought this high ranked skill that required a high cost of energy would be used for. I was surprised at its effect as I had never been injured and didn’t plan to be anytime in the future. Safety first. + +After about 10 minutes, most of the group had gotten up and we were ready to move on to the next room. This one held an extra statue, bringing the numbers up to 11. The same strategy repeated. + +I observed Anderson using a skill this time around, as he swung his sword and an arc of lightning flew out, smashing onto and destroying three statues right away. His rank was not for show. The mages by his side cast the same skill that blasted down lightning, quickly taking other statues down as well. + +The teamwork was becoming even smoother for our group. As the two tanks in front of us stopped any statues from getting near us while Rachel moved in and out with her sword, occasionally throwing a curved blade of light that smashed onto the statues. I kept the [Flames of Torment] versatile, as it shifted from a rapidly spinning disc of flames to a tight cable that wrapped around the statue’s head until it exploded + +The tanks occasionally had lights shining on them or transparent shields appearing whenever they were taking hits from the statues, always making sure to stand their ground and not be pushed back. + +After we cleared about five rooms and we were resting again, Rachel approached me and spoke. "Your handling of skills seems to be very precise, but I’ve never heard of you since I came to Outer Bank X, did you also recently move into the city?" + +I gave a smile as I replied. "No. I have been here all this time, I just awakened recently." + +This was information that anyone could easily dig up on me if they put the time in, so I wasn’t worried about sharing it. + +She seemed surprised and asked. "Really? Then you must have awakened a fairly powerful inherent skill" + +I gave a smile and I didn’t reply. + +A few hours slowly passed like this. We were clearing many of the rooms in the castle to move forward, with the numbers of the statues increasing by a one after each room + +In our tenth room. We’re facing 19 statues which made things much harder. A few of the statues broke away from the defense of the two tanks with a huge shield and ran towards me. I acted quickly to cast flames of torment and swung the line of flames as if it was a huge baseball bat to push them away. Rachel dashed back a few seconds later to finish them off. + +There were a few injuries, but no casualties. On Anderson’s side, he protected the Mages fairly well while moving in and out and pushing back any statues who were trying to breakthrough + +The rooms after this kept a constant number of 20 of these stone statues, taking a significant amount of time to clear while trying to prevent injuries as much as possible for the coming BOSS fight + +After we cleared the 19th room, serious expressions arose on Anderson and his original party members’ faces. The path out of this room led to a large hallway that had a golden door at the end of it. We would now be facing the BOSS of [Solael’s Castle]. This BOSS was somewhat special though, as he would not be alone. He had 10 of these statues standing guards around him + +This was the point in time where many people failed if there wasn’t a powerful enough person to hold the BOSS back as other members quickly took down the guards and then joined in to help the top hunter quickly finish off the boss. + +Anderson called everyone together and gave me a piercing look as usual. I had been getting that look every time he observed the fights throughout the past few hours. I’ve been hiding literally almost all of my skills, only using [Flames of Torment] to destroy the statues that came our way, so I shouldn’t have given anything away + +He seemed to become less angry at me as time went, and just adopted the disdainful expression more and more. I didn’t bother with it as it was always good to be underestimated and not be on guard against + +He began speaking when we came close "I will be holding the boss back and make sure that it doesn’t break free. The rest of you need to take down its 10 guards as soon as possible and then reinforce me." He turned to the 2 tanks and continued. + +"You guys need to do your best to protect the mages and Rachel. Make sure that nobody gets heavily injured as we all need to be in our prime to take down the boss." + +The tanks nodded their heads while the rest of us prepared for the fight. I was looking forward to meeting this Titan of a boss that had taken down many hunters + +As soon as everyone had their energy recovered, we went towards the huge door and stepped into the BOSS room. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-16.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-16.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..60d3be8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-16.md @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 15 - Solaels Castle II" +slug: "ch-16" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 16 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 2076 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Anderson observed the people behind him before he opened the door towards the boss room. Almost all of them had faces that showed their dependence on him because they knew their lives were in his hands the moment that they entered this room. + +But as usual, there was one person, one face that seemed to be overly calm with nothing to worry about. Anderson let out a vicious smile before opening the door and heading inside the BOSS room + +He would show them all today. What strength really is. What power really is. In the face of strength, everything else has to bow down. + +The inside of the gigantic room held a huge statue that was reaching almost 10 meters tall. They seemed like ants compared to something this huge, but Anderson had a confident expression on his face. He had done this multiple times in the span of a few months. Not a single time had he died. A few others had died, of course. But that was out of their negligence. You had to be strong in order to avoid death. + +Surrounding a huge titan were it’s ten guards who seemed just as imposing but only four meters tall, and they were still double the size of the hunters that were about to face them. + +Anderson pulled out his sword as he began walking towards the huge statue that did not in any way take him into account. + +Halfway there his body shone with an imposing red glow. [Giants Strength] was activated. The only B rank skill floating around Outer Bank X, and the skill that allowed him to go toe-to-toe with this huge titan. He grabbed his sword and he swung it towards the TITAN + +A red crescent blade that was two meters tall struck out and hit the chest of the statue, instantly calling to attention it’s ten guards and disrupting the peace in the hall. Anderson ignored the ten guards as he rushed forward to continue attacking the giant statue + +The two tanks that were equipped with extremely large shields, along with the two mages Dina and Stacy, and Rachel had all begun to cast their spells. The tanks reinforced themselves as the guard statues came and attacked them. + +The two Mages had already cast their spells as huge clouds that began releasing lightning as if it was endless. Rachel’s sword was pulsating in a red light as multiple red blades were released from it, going forward to attack then coming statues. + +As for Noah, He had cast the same skill that allowed him to move a huge cable of flames forward. The cable of flames quickly formed into a disc and shifted back and forth as it moved from one statue to another either taking their legs or their hands or completely smashing their heads. + +Cohen was observing all of this as he continued to fight with the boss. He had observed all of his team members over the past weeks and he had been observing the new team members today. + +The new girl was fairly strong but nothing to worry about. The only one he couldn’t peg was Noah. He couldn’t exactly see all the way through him. He wanted to believe that he was as weak as he showed himself to be but something very simple was giving him away. The fact that this entire time while going down this dungeon, going to each room and taking down huge statues of monsters, not a single time was he fl.u.s.tered or worried. + +He showed no fear. No apprehension. To Cohen, this meant that this person is hiding more power, but he was not showing it. He wanted to see the extent of this guy’s power. + +The ten guards had lost their jobs as they were quickly taken down and transformed into rubble. The rest of the team soon came to reinforce Cohen in his fight against the ten-meter monster. + +As soon as the tanks came in, Cohen moved back to get a breather. The two tanks worked together to deflect the punches that were barreling down as the mages cast their specialty spell and more dark clouds formed overhead with lightning striking down, chipping at the huge body of the TITAN + +Blade edges were coming out of Rachel’s sword as she continued to release the red crescent blinding lights. Noah’s skill was more straightforward where his rapidly spinning disk of flames had been borrowing itself onto the knees of the huge beast trying to quickly cut off its legs and make it lose mobility. + +He would not succeed though. As the TITAN was quickly enraged by the continuing damage that it was taking, and the fact that none of the ants that were dealing it damage were taken care of. + +OOOOH!!! + +A loud roar resounded from the Titan as Cohen yelled "Take cover!" + +The mages ran behind the tanks who lifted their shields up while the TITAN was roaring. Cohen went towards Rachel and Noah and stood in front of them as the whole place seemed to shake as huge boulders then began falling from the ceiling. + +This was the Titans skill. A type of skill that only began appearing on rank C BOSSes and above. At the moment it was dealt a certain amount of damage, the skill was activated and boulders would begin raining from the sky. + +If you were slow in responding for even a second. You would find yourself squashed on the ground. + +The stones began falling down and heavily hitting the ground. The 2 tanks had their shields lifted up slanted at an angle. Whenever the stones hit the skills on their body shined and they grunted, but they survived. The two mages beneath them were still safe and sound. + +As for Anderson, he was even more straightforward, keeping his eyes on the ceiling and using his blade to strike down any incoming stones. If he missed any of the boulders fallen from the ceiling, Rachel would quickly move in and release another one of her plate lights, striking the huge stones and veering them away from their location. + +Noah as a mage should be taking cover with his weaker defenses, and could only have his skill ready to be fired in the case any stone were to come his way. + +As the huge stones fell down with everyone focusing on keeping their lives, Anderson turned towards Noah as there was something we wanted to confirm. He wanted to know the extent of this guy’s power and what exactly he was hiding. + +The TITAN’s skill was about to finish, and three more boulders that were heading their way. Anderson put on a fierce expression as his sword struck out towards the incoming stones. + +Rachel took care of the second stone and Noah cast his spinning line of flames towards the third stone that was nearing his side + +At this instant, though, an...accident occurred. The stone that Cohen was taking care of did not break and veered off-track. He made a sound as if he had slipped and his blade just quickly grazed over the boulder that was coming down. The boulder that was now coincidentally heading towards the mage beside him + +Noah returned his face up in the direction of the boulder with a surprised face as it quickly struck him. + +PAH! + +The sound caused the party members’ faces to turn ashen. The two tanks and two mages off by the side quickly turning around to look at Cohen with an unbelievable expression + +Rachel had an expression of disbelief on her face as well as she stared at Anderson and looked over the rubble where Noah was supposed to be. + +A brief second passed before a movement was heard and a person came out of the rubble. The sight they feared to see did not actually happen, as the hands there were reaching out to push the rubble of the stones aside were clear. His face was clear. There wasn’t a single spec of damage on the man’s body. + +The four party members quickly let out a relieved sigh and returned their sight towards the boss, as they couldn’t spare a single other second with their eyes off the huge monster + +Cohen spared Noah a glance before he quickly turned around and dashed towards the boss. + +The disbelieving expression did not leave Rachel’s face as she was very close and saw exactly what happened. There had been no accident, and that was all intentional. So, she was shocked and didn’t understand. Just what sort of irreconcilable problem had occurred between these two hunters that would cause something like this? + +Noah was coming out of the rubble with a surprisingly calm expression and dusted himself off as he looked at Anderson that was rushing towards the boss. + +How was he taking this so naturally? Did he not almost die? Rachel had a complex expression on her face as she shook her head and focused on the fight at hand. + +The two tanks were quickly blown away and Anderson filled in their spots to hold the boss at bay. The Thunderclouds from the mages were above them again, constant streaks of lightning striking down on the body of the TITAN + +Rachel held her Blade behind her as a blinding light was becoming more and more apparent on her sword. This continued on for 10 seconds before she released the blade of light, that was not more than 2 meters long towards the leg of the BOSS. Noah was not far behind, quickly throwing his signature disk of flames towards the same location he was attacking before. + +With this teamwork, it didn’t take long for one of the legs of the huge statue to start cracking before it could not support its entire weight. Its left leg had shattered from the constant damage that was being dealt + +Its upper body had huge dents and scratches from the lightning that was falling down and the blade attacks that Anderson kept sending its way. The huge TITAN quickly fell on its knees, Its hands smacking on the ground and sending a shock wave that disoriented the party members. + +The two mages were quickly knocked back from the blast as the tanks were not there in time to prevent the blast from reaching them. Rachel and Anderson seemed fairly okay and surprisingly, so was Noah. + +The TITAN guided its right hand that had fallen down, formed a huge fist, and swiped towards the puny ants around it. This attack would take out all the party members if it was not stopped. + +Cohen had his face in a twisted expression as he began to feed more anger to bubble inside of him. This was good. This was what he wanted. The angrier he was, the stronger he became. That was the inherent skill that he awakened. Wrathful. + +It fed on his anger. The angrier he got, the more energy he had, the more power he had, and the more destructive he became. He wanted to show these people just what true strength was. + +He reactivated his highest skill that took most of his energy as his anger kept on rising. [Giant’s Strength] was activated once more. A dark, baleful energy was permeating from his body as he grabbed his sword and rushed towards the incoming fist. + +BOOM! + +A resounding sound was heard as the fist was stopped on its tracks, causing the titan to scream once more. Anderson kept the momentum going, using his increased anger as a source of fuel and propelled himself towards the face of the ten-meter monster that was now crouching down. + +The red energy released from his body mixed with the lightning that began appearing on his blade. [Blade of Lightning] was activated, its color quickly becoming tinged red and forcefully smacking on the head of the kneeling TITAN + +BOOOM!!! + +After the sound that almost ruptured the hunter’s eardrums disappeared, half the head of the BOSS went with it. The TITAN breathed its last as it’s huge body crumbled to the ground, the force holding it together thoroughly gone. + +Cohen Anderson stood atop the rubble releasing a pulsating red light. He looked down at the hunters staring at him as his blade released the last sparks of lightning. This was strength. This was the power that allowed him to do whatever he wanted. This was what he wanted these hunters to have ingrained in their minds. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-17.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-17.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6cd6442 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-17.md @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 16 - Deterioration" +slug: "ch-17" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 17 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1425 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Anderson was standing majestically, atop the rubble as his skills effects finished. A green crystal was rising up as the boss had been killed and he walked down to observe the expressions that he had wanted to see so badly. The expressions of fear and reverence from the people below him + +He saw these usual expressions on his old party members, and turned his gaze towards the two new ones. + +As soon as he looked over though, a piercing voice rang throughout the destroyed hall. "What the hell were you doing? Why did you play around and almost kill your teammate?" Rachel, the berserker that was shooting blade lights all this time had a questioning look on her face as she directly asked this question. + +Anderson seemed to be surprised as if he did not expect this type of reaction at all. He looked over at Rachel in a skeptical tone and asked her. "Oh? What’s giving you the balls to talk to me like that? Were you watching the same scene as everyone else?" + +Rachel defiantly replied with "Why the hell does that matter? I’m asking you, the leader of this party, why you would purposefully act negligent and try to harm your party member when you were in the position to protect them. How can they feel comfortable to hunt with you again? You’ve lost all trust, starting with me" + +An incredulous expression arose on Anderson’s face as something seemed to have clicked in his mind. He gave a loud laugh as he spoke. "My goodness. I am so sorry. I seem to have not gotten my point through. If it wasn’t extremely clear from my actions and from my words, I don’t give a damn." Anderson finished with these words in a condescending tone. + +Rachel didn’t stand down as she continued. "So what? Because you have a higher rank skill and are more powerful than us, that means you can choose to do whatever you want? You would endanger your party members just to get your point across? For what?" + +Anderson was startled once again and said. "For what? For what? How dense are you for the message to not be coming across? Party members? Trust? Haha!" He looked towards the four Hunter’s that had been clearing the dungeon with him these past weeks "Do you see them? They have families here. They have friends here. This is their city, and they have nowhere else to go. Do you think anyone cares about this city? Do you think the big wigs care what happens to a trashy city around the perimeter of the Empire?" + +His words were becoming louder and more piercing as he kept on talking while walking towards Rachel. He continued with a cold tone" It’s me. I am the only one keeping this city afloat. I am the only one that gives a damn and stays here. I prevent the dungeon break of this dungeon that you can never clear without me. It is my strength. And because of this, I can do what I want. I can call them" He pointed at his party members once more + +"I can call them fools right now, and they will be back with me right in this same place in a few days giving their lives to clear this dungeon. You may have only been in this city for a week, but you should learn now than later about how things really work. You should know how to talk to people that stand above you." As he finished these words, he had reached Rachel, who still staring at him with a defiant expression + +His anger was near his peak, allowing his skill {INHERENT-WRATHFUL} to provide him with even more strength. He moved at a quick speed, and a loud smack was heard, with Rachel smashing on the floor a second after. + +A large hand mark laid across her face. She touched her cheek in a dazed expression as if this was the last thing she ever expected to happen. She looked at the four that were recuperating the side, and all of them turned their heads away + +Anderson walked up to her, clasping her clear neck in his hands and asked. "Do you realize it now? When I say I can do whatever I want? You cannot do anything to stop it" He said as he lifted her up by her neck. + +"They cannot do anything to stop it." He continued while pointing at his old party members. "And he...certainly cannot do anything to stop it" His hand moved once more as he pointed towards Noah + +The person in question being pointed at had a surprised expression as he let out a soft sigh and said. "Let the girl go dude. What the hell is wrong with you?" + +He had been watching the scene in front of him play out being ever so surprised as the events unfolded. He didn’t care when Anderson supposedly had his ’accidental’ slip up that he easily brushed off by activating [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection]. He didn’t care when he was talked on upon. What he didn’t like were the arrogant words coming from him, and worst of all the beating he had given someone who stood up to him + +He was happy at the thought that the first party hunt he was in just finished successfully and he could use his experiences here to dive into this dungeon in the future. But this guy just had to go and ruin it. So he repeated himself again and said "Let the girl go." + +Another loud laughter was heard in the clearing as Anderson pushed the girl aside. And looked towards Noah. He looked him up and down and said "This entire time I’ve been trying to figure out exactly where the level of your power stands. I was not thinking correctly just keeping tabs on you and feeling you out little by little. I should have done what I’m about to do now a long time ago. Do you have an inkling of what I’m about to do right now?" + +Noah looked at the man that was gradually getting red color on his body back again and calmly replied "No. I don’t know. What exactly are you about to do?" + +Anderson had a cold smirk as he said, "I am about to teach you the rankings of the city. I am about to let you know that I am on top and you are on the bottom. I’m going to teach you what strength really is. Because apparently, watching me take down a ten meter tall giant was not intimidating enough." + +As Noah listened to the enraged mad man’s speech. He turned his head towards his team members. There were two fully grown men that were the Knights on the party and the two women that were the mages. He looked over to them and asked "Are you guys going to do or say anything about this?" + +The four of them gave him a blank stare before they shook their heads in a depressing manner and turned their faces away. + +Noah shook his head as he saw this and he looked back towards Anderson who was speaking with a fully furious expression. + +"Haha. I have been talking too much. Words were never my forte. I always let my strength do the talking. After my strength was registered, everybody fell in line. Now, be prepared, because you...are about to fall in line." A hazy red smoke was coming off Anderson’s body as he finished, tightened his muscles, and sprung forth + +I looked at the man that was flying towards me and sighed at the complete breakdown of everything. I then casted [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection], [Aura of Haste], [Life Essence], [Increased Penetration], [Arctic Armor] and...[Whirlwind]. + +My body shone iridescent colors as multiple defense and support skills were activated. I looked at Anderson and I was surprisingly calm facing him. I didn’t feel angry at him or hate him in any sort of way, I just...pitied him. Maybe this was what happened after facing the pressures of this new world and not coping well. I did not want to become someone like him in the future. My gaze seemed to have made the charging bull even more furious though, as his power seemed to increase further. But...none of it would be of any use against the current me. With a sad sigh, gales of wind surrounded my body as [Whirlwind] was fully activated and I made my move. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-18.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-18.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..410e191 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-18.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 17 - Fight!" +slug: "ch-18" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 18 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1509 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +A thunderous impact resounded soon after as gales of wind rushed about in the clearing. Anderson was surprised at the speed that Noah rushed to him, observing that he had already cast multiple skills on his body, his exterior surrounded by a transparent bubble and body covered in an icy armor He couldn’t help but ask "Just how much energy do you have in your body to be casting this many skills as if it’s nothing?" + +As Anderson was talking, the impact pushed both of them back. The red energy kept on enveloping Anderson’s body as his rank C skill [Blast] was used. His fist carried the momentum with it as he flew towards Noah. The fist met the first layer of protection, quickly causing a shock wave that pushed each of them away once more. + +Anderson kept his eyes on Noah as he saw the man was not ever remotely hurt. He smiled as he dashed in again and began talking "Do you know why I adopted my principles on strength? I used to be poor. I had nothing, no job, no family, no friends. I used to look up at those that were rich above me with their extravagant amount of money and the clothes and food they bought." + +His words carried traces of anger as his body continued clashing with Noah’s defensive skills. The thing that puzzled him the most was how Noah chose to use his hands or palm to hit back when the transparent shield he cast on himself protected him fully, and did not even cast the signature pillar of flames he had seen him using throughout the day + +He brought his focus back on the fight at hand and stopped overthinking things. "I looked up to these people. Those rich assholes. I wanted to be like them. I kept on saying to myself, If I just had that money, If I just had that power, oh the things I could do!" + +Anderson continued smacking into the defensive skill and saw that his attacks with his bare hands weren’t working. So he increased the pressure and pulled out his sword. He wanted to see just how long this guy could keep all of these skills active before running out of energy. + +Lightning began to crackle around his sword as he dashed towards Noah and continued talking. "Do you know what happened next? Something incredible occurred and I actually did get the power. The whole world went to shit and it was me who received the power. ME!" The longer he talked, the more his anger and power seemed to increase. + +His sword was already pulled down, swiping towards the pest in front of him. An ark of red lightning was released towards the man that kept on standing calmly in the face of all these attacks + +ZING! + +Once the red lightning struck a figure flew backwards at a high speed and kicked up some dust. And yet, he soon stood up without a single hair damaged on his body. + +Anderson watched as his smile grew wider. It was the right choice to knock this guy down a notch now, If I had actually given him time to grow, he might have threatened me in the future. Playing around with his thoughts, he moved forward again as he continued talking "So, I received the power. And do you know the funny thing? Those people I looked up to, those rich assholes that I aspired to be, many of them were dead within a few days and many more were now looking up at me." + +Seeing that his strike hadn’t worked, he held his blade once more as lightning began to build upon it and continued "I used the new power that I had gained to kill monsters and get stronger. My power allowed me to become the richest man in the city. The best hunter in the city. It gave me strength that you could not imagine!" + +Anderson was moving at high speeds as he spoke. His sword that was covered in lightning kept on striking at the bubble of protection that surrounded Noah + +"It is this strength that’s going to destroy that thin bubble that you have around you. I’m going to keep on striking and watch as you gradually lose that annoying expression on your face and you start begging for your life underneath my feet" + +Noah wasn’t standing still, moving in and out as his defensive skills completely deflected the strikes of the blade and the lightning that came out of it. He wanted to test the extent of [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] as its proficiency was literally a point shy of 100, and it seemed to completely protect him from C rank skills, its power also deflecting most of the damage from rank B skills + +If any damage actually managed to pass through, the [Arctic Armor] would absorb it. If anything else passed that, he would just quickly use [Regeneration]. + +Anderson’s voice rang out as he charged forward once more "You cannot imagine the things you can do when you have the strength. Those rich big wigs that survived, the ones that spent the remaining amount of their money to buy skills, items, and cores to get stronger themselves? They work under me now. They do me favors, and they send their own f.u.c.k.i.n.g daughters to my bedroom just to get on my good side. That is power, that is strength!" + +Noah seemed to be getting ticked off as he was listening to this madman’s ramblings so he began replying and cut short his experimentation time. "That is not what strength is, dude. I was just like you a few days ago. I didn’t have any of this. When I did become slightly stronger though, all I felt was a sense of liberation." + +His words seemed to carry power with him as a huge pillar of flames appeared beside him, making Anderson even more surprised as he was expecting him to run out of energy any time with his extremely bad efficiency in using it. + +The pillars of flames acted like a rope, wrapping itself around the entirety of Anderson’s body and squeezed down. Anderson let out a pained expression as he began roaring. + +RAA!!! + +Rank B skill, [Giant’s Strength] was activated. The red aura coming out of him condensed even more as his power rose by another level, the sword clad in lightning struck out once more. But it did nothing. + +His body bulged out as let out a howl and the pillar of flames surrounding him was dispersed and he once more seriously attacked the man in front of him. His attacks continued as Noah deflected or absorbed them and continued talking "Strength does not mean you can look down and others. Strength does not mean you can do whatever you want. You can even look at it as a responsibility. It’s the reason I came along to this high-risk dungeon that can explode any day." + +The calmness seemed to fade from Noah’s face as he finished his words and condensed dark balls of fire around him. More than 20 quickly surrounded him, spinning furiously as they rushed towards Anderson’s body and exploded on contact. + +Anderson could be heard laughing in the midst of the explosion. "Haha, Responsibility? Sophistry! Utter bullshit!" + +An expression of someone that had given up appeared on Noah’s face as he shook his head calmly and looked at the imposing Anderson and gave a command + +BOOM! + +A screeching scream resounded as Anderson was inadvertently blasted back. He had a shocked face as he looked at the left hand on his body. It was missing. It was gone. Anderson looked back in a pained expression towards Noah as he exclaimed "What the hell did you do?!" + +He seemed dumbfounded by the sudden attack that he didn’t see coming from anywhere. They were standing apart at the time, and yet an unseen attack came that took his entire arm clean off. + +A calm voice rang out of the clearing. + +"Stand down." + +Noah was staring at him with a cold expression. He did not want things to go down this road. He did not want it to get this bad, but this guy would not stop. So he repeated himself once more. + +"Stand down" + +The man that was clad in a red haze in front of him stood up with an even more furious expression as he roared out and held his sword and his remaining good arm, rushing forward once more. + +BOOM! + +Another exclusion rang out the moment Anderson began rushing out, being thrown back once more and his face adopting and even more pained expression. His chest armor had exploded out and blood was gushing from his chest. He breathed heavily as he looked towards Noah. He didn’t understand how he was taking damage when the guy wasn’t even near him. What was going on? What kind of skill was he using?! + +Noah sternly stared at the man before he repeated himself once again. "Stand...down" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-19.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-19.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a0dbe5b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-19.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 18 - Resolution" +slug: "ch-19" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 19 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1949 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Noah looked at the man in front of him as he continued speaking. "You could have stopped all of this a while ago you know" + +He looked towards the man that was missing a hand and had a bloody chest. The entire time they were fighting, he had plastered a ton of [Explosive Rune]s on the man’s body. The tattoos spread all over him without notice, and he had detonated two of them just now. + +A burst of hysterical laughter came out from Anderson. "Stop? Stop? Haha! Do you really think I could stop? Power was all I had, and now someone like you, someone that has awakened barely a few days can already stand above me? Bullshit!" + +Anderson’s wounded body stood up and moved once more, his words that were dripping in anger had somehow given him even more power. The dark red haze that was constantly created from his inherent skill, {WRATHFUL} wrapped around him and became even more condensed. [Giants Strength] was also activated once more. + +As the man stood and raised his one good remaining hand arcs of red lightning began to pulsate from his sword. + +Noah turned his face from this and looked towards the five party members that had been watching this entire fight. He saw a rueful and expectant expression on the faces of Anderson’s original party members. Rachel was staring at both of them in a distasteful manner while wiping the dust and rubble from her body + +He then turned back towards the rushing Anderson and watched him come forward as if he was looking at a flickering flame in the wind. "Strength isn’t having the power to look down on others." + +As soon as Noah’s words finished, another loud explosion rang out as Anderson’s body was inexplicably blown away. + +A crazed laugh could be heard as the explosion cleared "Haha. I am being lectured by a child. I am being lectured by someone who doesn’t understand how the world works. Do you know what I’ve done with my power? The monsters I destroyed? The pathetic people I’ve killed? The women I’ve taken? Do you know?!" + +The right leg on Anderson was the next limb to be missing as he lay tattered on the ground. He turned his head to observe his leg, and then at his left arm, that was also missing. He then stared at the man that kept looking at him with the same calm expression on his face. He felt like he was being looked down upon. + +He had to bring his eyes up to meet the gaze of this man and he laughed even more. "Haha. What are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill the strongest hunter in the city? Are you going to damn the lives of hundreds of thousands of people?" + +Noah was slowly walking towards the destroyed man as he began talking. "The strongest hunter in the city huh. Do you really believe that you still hold that title?" + +His words were slow, but rang out as if they were a clap of lightning in Anderson’s ears. Noah gave the man in front of him a look of pity as his hands wrapped around Anderson’s neck. He looked at the man that was about to perish from this changed world forever and shook his head in disappointment. + +BOOM! + +A thundering explosion rang out on the clearing once more, and the infamous rank B hunter of Outer Bank X was lying down without a head. + +Noah let out a deep sigh as he looked at the body of the so-called strongest hunter in front of him and felt relief. He didn’t want to be like this man one day. Shouting his ideals on someone stronger only to die soon after + +He deactivated the many defensive and support skills on his body as he shifted his face onto the items that Anderson wore. They were C rank equipment, and even though they were currently damaged because of [Explosive Rune], they had a self-repairing property and they would be as good as normal in a few days. + +Near Anderson there laid a thick blue book. This was why hunters were regularly hunted down by other hunters if they were jealous enough and had the balls to do it. Killing any hunter had a definite chance of dropping the highest-ranked skill that they were using. + +Unscrupulous lower-ranked hunters sometimes worked in groups that target those one rank higher than them, either ambushing them in their sleep through other unsavory means. + +And this was also why the Hunter Lodgings were very popular because they guaranteed a level of safety for the hunters staying there. There were hunter guards around the clock doc.u.menting everyone that came in, where they were going and what their purpose was. + +The skill book made my heartbeat increase as I thought of the huge windfall that all of these unfortunate events brought. This skill took the pedestal as the top prize today. This was the Rank B skill [Giant’s Strength- Imbue your body with immense strength that blows away anything daring to stand against you(+50 Strength)]. Information about the skill’s effects quickly appeared in front of me as my mood turned sour + +There wasn’t any information about this skill as Anderson was the only one who held it, but I didn’t expect it to simply add 50 strength once activated. Of course, 50 strength was something huge, as that amounted to an advancement of an entire rank, but it did not match the many focus based skills I had been collecting so far. + +Skills that are geared towards close combat fighters would just reduce my attention from the powerful mage skills that I should be spamming. + +My mood went down as I held the skill before another thought flashed through my mind and I had to ask myself if I was the dumbest person on the face of this planet. + +Yes, Anderson was a close combat fighter and this skill complimented him perfectly. But, even though I was a Mage, it did not mean it wouldn’t be tremendously helpful to me too. I was limiting my thoughts to what I commonly knew about Mages, Berserkers, and Knights. A skill like this would normally be great for a Knight or a Berserker. But I would literally lose nothing if I learned and activated this skill, and would instead gain an entire rank’s worth of [Strength] attributes, and all times at that. Even though I wouldn’t be using the extra power that the added strength provided, the extra speed that came with it would be more than worth it. + +Damn, just when I was feeling myself and thinking I was all that, to think I was about to disregard a rank B skill just because it did not conventionally match my class. Alright, learn and try to be better. + +This train of thought opened up my mind to many paths and skills I had not thought about before. There were many skills specifically for Knights and Berserkers that I didn’t even look at as the only thing in my head was to just spam Mage skills to blow away everything. But if I searched for and learned those skills meant for close combat fighters that will reinforce my defense, health, speed, and power... + +It was like a light was shining down on me opening up a very obvious path that my dumb ass hadn’t thought about before. The cost of skills didn’t matter to me, so why did it matter if they were not geared for my class as long as they provided constant benefits on other aspects? I did not waste any more time and I learned the skill, watching the book fade away in particles of light + +I activated the skill as soon as it was learned so it could start earning proficiency. My body soon felt like I had an extra layer of strength added on, increasing my striking power and speed as well as giving me an imposing aura. I mentally patted myself on the back while I placed the [Item]s that Anderson was wearing in my storage ring, and carried his [Ring of Storage] with me, leaving a mangled body on the ground as I walked towards his team members. + +The two tanks and mages had relieved expressions on their faces while Rachel looked at him in a peculiar way. Death wasn’t something rare for hunters, they had seen plenty of their team members die and most were glad when they didn’t perish themselves. He went forward and asked the girl that got a beating a few minutes ago "Are you okay?" + +Rachel clicked her lips in an annoyed expression that also seemed somewhat afraid and looked back at the 4 party members behind her without answering my question. She looked at them and chided in a disappointed tone as she said "You four are by far the most spineless cowards and such a poor excuse of hunters that I had ever seen in my life" + +The 4 hunters listened to this and shook their heads as if they would not engage. Did Anderson break them this much? They looked towards me and gave a nod before one of the tanks carefully came towards me and introduced him as Dan. He couldn’t look me in the eyes as he gave me his card and mentioned that he and the rest of the party members would be back here in 3 days to clear the dungeon, and that I should let him know what time I’ll be free to lead them + +I unconsciously nodded as I had prepared to accept this role when everything fell apart with Anderson. Although I will only do this as a play for the next week. I didn’t plan to be limited by tying myself to hunting in a party when my progress is explosive as I move alone and clear dungeons without anyone holding me back. My solo hunting of this dungeon would be much more fruitful + +Rachel watched this exchange as we swapped contact information and watched the hunters go towards the green crystal to leave the dungeon. They instinctively looked towards the loot that was shining in a pile beside the TITAN that was now dead but looked away just as fast, not entertaining any thoughts + +They didn’t mention a single word about Anderson in the entire exchange or acknowledge what had happened. Just leaving with happier faces and expressions like a huge weight had just been lifted off their chest + +Rachel came opposite me as I was thinking this and put on a brave expression as she said "So what the heck was up with you? You were stronger than this guy all along and were playing around just to be the knight in shining armor after?" + +I was taken back when she said this as my mind was only observing the situation and acting only when I needed to. I replied to her with a smile "I became stronger than this guy just yesterday if you can believe it, and didn’t exactly know how much stronger so I was testing the waters" + +She clicked her tongue as she stared me down and then turned away towards the green crystal. "Thank you for stepping in any way, you’re not too bad." She said as her figure flashed away, leaving me as the last hunter remaining for the this raid + +I let out a relaxing sigh as I took in everything around me. Pushing the dead hunter in the room out of my mind, I went towards the shining pile of [Core]s and what seemed like a [Skill Book] besides the gigantic BOSS. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-2.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-2.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..65a9e68 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-2.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 2 - Awaken" +slug: "ch-2" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 2 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1300 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I was looking at a glistening book on the table, a [Skill Book], albeit a very low ranked one at that. [Fireball], an F ranked spell that only the most unfortunate beginners start with. + +But this skill book took a majority of my remaining inheritance, and all of my savings. I was known to be a fairly smart guy before everything went to shit, so I planned ahead before spending most of my money + +In the worst-case scenario, I still have enough funds to last me at least a few months. + +In the best-case scenario, as planned, I would consume this skill book and hope for a semi-decent talent when I awaken. + +Getting this skill book was not easy, but it was the only way to awaken if you did not awaken naturally. The rich had no problem awakening themselves, their children, and their children's children + +I look at the skill book again before steeling my resolve and picking it up. Bringing it close to my chest, I close my eyes. + +A few seconds pass before I see a flash of light, even though my eyes are closed. Opening them, the book in my hands had disappeared, and at the corner of my eyes something else had appeared + +[Noah] + +[Vitality: 10] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 10] + +[Skill(s): Fireball] + +Shining with blue light, the words brought confusion more than relief to me. Where the hell were the numbers for focus? + +From the released knowledge, ever since the apocalyptic event that killed more than a billion people occurred, a new magical world took its place. People that are termed as Awakened appeared and others could also become awakened through learning [Skill book] that can be dropped from killed monsters + +Yes, monsters. Magical beings that most commonly reside in dungeons, and occasionally come out whenever a dungeon break occurs. + +Since more than a year has passed, it became common knowledge that those who are awakened are able to use skills, whether inherently gained or from skill books, to perform amazing feats and vanquish monsters + +These awakened beings can increase their strength by killing more monsters and absorbing the [Life Cores] they drop, which add to the three attributes: [Vitality][Focus] and [Strength] + +Sigh. So why the f.u.c.k is my [Focus] empty? + +I try not to become depressed as I feel my body change somewhat after I awakened. I seem to have become slightly stronger, and can instinctively cast the skill I just learned + +The problem is, can I even cast skills if I don't have any Focus? + +Why the hell is there no number though? My exhilaration of awakening was slowly fading away as I couldn't figure out the numbers, or lack of thereof, on the blue screen in front of me + +Looking back, nothing like this seems to come to mind from the news and everything I have been paying close attention to. + +Sigh, I'll have to figure it out as I go, [Vitality] and [Strength] are average, and [Focus], what is required to cast skills and increase the damage you do, is black… + +Can I even cast [Fireball] if I don't even know how much [Focus] I have? Usually, most average awakanees can cast F tier skills 5 times before they completely deplete the energy in their body. The larger your [Focus], the higher tier the skills you can cast and the more times you can cast them + +Since Awakened Mages are extremely powerful, [Focus Cores] are much more in demand than [Vitality Cores] and [Strength Cores] + +Awakened Mages can shoot their skills at a long distance and not even give the monsters a chance to retaliate, while Awakened Berserkers and Awakened Knights have to get up close to fight + +I was hoping to awaken to become a Mage… + +Sigh, without wallowing in melancholic thoughts anymore, I try the last hail mary I can, actually casting the skill I just learned + +[Fireball], a common F rank skill that many F ranked Awakened have. I step out of my small apartment and head to an empty barren field behind the apartment complex + +Rent had become increasingly more expensive nowadays, as buildings that had high security where you won't suddenly lose your life were high priced. I had to move quite a distance to get to the barren field before I could begin testing my first skill, and possibly my last + +Hyping myself up, I raise my hand in front of me and call out, [Fireball] + +A small ball of flames came to light in front of me, much to my shock and disbelief + +Along with the shock came exhilaration. I can still cast skills even though my [Focus] bar doesn't show anything?! + +Putting my shock aside, I command the fireball to move forward before it exploded a few meters from me + +Wanting to test to see if I can at least cast the average 5 fireballs that normal F ranked Awakened can cast, I keep ongoing + +[Fireball]...[Fireball]...[Fireball].... + +Three more fireballs were shot and exploded in front of me, increasing the shock and happiness in my heart. At Least I have average skills, even if it doesn't show on the stat panel! + +Weirdly enough, I did not feel any less energy in my body...Well, my [Focus] was blank, to begin with, so I didn't really feel much. + +I focus once more as I cast what is probably my last fireball until I rest for a while before I can cast again + +[Fireball] + +The fifth fireball flew out and exploded just like the ones before + +With a smile on my face, I wiped the perspiration on my forehead while feeling relieved. Being average is not bad, at least with this, I can count myself among the top of many people in the world today + +I was still confused on the fact that no numbers were showing on my [Focus] though, which meant I couldn't get a gauge on just how much energy I had and how many times I could cast my skill + +I hesitantly raised my hand again to see just how many times I could cast [Fireball] + +…[Fireball]...[Fireball]...[Fireball]... + +The more times I cast the skill and more fireballs flew and exploded in front of me, the more shocked I became + +…[Fireball]... + +The shock soon turned into incredulousness, as I had counted more than 50 fireballs flying from me and exploding + +This… + +10 times the normal amount of energy an average F rank has?! + +I try to breathe to calm myself down. 10 times. That means my energy nears rank D Awakened. That was extremely rare, as long-distance awakened with skills like fireballs can easily take down an F rank monster, and 3 to 4 fireballs or equivalent skills can take care of E ranked monsters. D ranked Awakened individuals also triumph over D ranked monsters fairly easily with good usage of their skills + +Am I actually one of the talented awakanees? I try to push down the pride that began rising before calling out another [Fireball], because I still didn't feel like I was out of energy + +This both scared me and made me extremely hopeful in the future. When I kept casting the skill, I didn't really feel any energy leaving, nor did I feel exhausted + +When I reached 100 casts, my shock increased. + +When it reached 300, my head was pounding from this unknown situation + +When it reached 500 casts, My whole body shook. I breathed heavily before looking around me, I was fairly deep into the barren field and had the cover of trees behind me + +Glancing around and making sure there was nobody around me, I rushed back to my apartment to try and calm my nearly exploding heart + +500 times I had cast an F ranked skill, and I didn't feel any exhaustion, what exactly was going on? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-20.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-20.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a62a874 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-20.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 19 - Changes" +slug: "ch-20" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 20 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1327 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The dungeon didn’t end exactly how I expected, but I was content with the way things worked. As all the hunters had left the boss room, I actually enjoyed the fact that there were fewer people around me, maybe I was just a natural loner. + +I shook my head as I reached down towards the rank C cores lying down as boss. We had been splitting the cores into equal amounts as we killed the statues in the rooms until we arrived at the BOSS room, with Anderson taking most of the cores as he dealt with most of the statues. + +All of the cores that he grabbed though, along with everything else he owned was now situated in my ring of storage. + +I didn’t feel particularly bad from taking everything from the dead man as my thoughts quickly moved forward to what I’ll be doing next. I reached my hand out to identify the skill book that this C ranked TITAN dropped. Much to my surprise, it was a skill called [Smite- Pass down your ruling in the form of 10 swords of light!] + +This skill gave me quite a shock as it wasn’t among the many rank C skills that I have researched. I actually hadn’t heard of this one before and the skill seemed to go very well with the guidelines I set for myself for the new skills I’ll be learning. + +So I quickly learned the skill as I was impatient to see its effects, even if it would just be for show right now as there were no monsters to test it out. And for the first time, I cast [Smite] + +A marking quickly appeared on top of my head with a symbol that very closely matched that of a star. A golden light was then being released in the sky as 10 literal swords of light quickly took shape and pointed down imposingly. My eyes were shining as I watched them hover in the sky just waiting for a command to strike + +I was very excited to see exactly how amazing the effects of this skill work out to be and I wanted to quickly rush into the dungeon again to test it out right away. But I knew I had to call it a day for now. It had been a long day, and I was finally not feeling pressed against time. I burned the sight of the dead TITAN and the dead hunter in my brain, and then I reached towards the green crystal, vanishing from the hall. + +--- + +A man wearing a well-tailored suit was watching the news with his arms trembling. Something shocking was being announced as breaking news. About an hour ago in Outer Bank X, the highest-ranked hero, Cohen Anderson, had perished in the dungeon [Solael’s Castle] + +In an effort to save the rest of his party members, he had given his life to take down the terrifying BOSS, making sure nobody else was injured. + +The man listened to the news and stood there dazed, as this was something out of his wildest nightmares. Never something that he ever felt was possible. His benefactor, the person who saved him was now dead. And as for the things they were saying? + +He had given up his life to save others? Haha! He knew his master, and knew even more his personality. The butler shook his head in sadness as the face of a man who had been in his mind these past few days popped up. He thought of this man and asked himself. Could he have had anything to do with this? + +As he was lost in thought, the newscaster continued "As this highest-ranking hero passed, he passed on the torch to someone else just as powerful. Someone who will continue to keep the citizens of the city safe. The message received from the Outer Bank X City’s Elite Hunter Squad is that their new leader goes by the name Noah Osmont" + +The sudden announcement brought back the butler’s attention to the TV, his eyes turning into cold slits as his theories were verified. So it was you all along. + +Anger and sadness were bubbling in the butler’s heart but he quickly pushed it down until all that was left was sadness. He recalled warning his master about this man because of the many things he did not know, but he failed his job. He didn’t get the point across well enough and his master paid dearly for it. He wasn’t making the same mistake. + +The butler walked towards the huge doors at the mansion that he had kept open, waiting for his master. But he knew that he was not coming back. And yet he still stood in the middle of the open doors, waiting for no one, waiting for nothing. + +--- + +Noah carried his tired body over to the nearest Hunter Lodging as soon as he left [Solael’s Dungeon] He wasn’t really tired physically, he just felt mentally drained. Many events had occurred today, and as calm as he was there were still things that he did for the first time. + +Besides the abnormally more numerous than average looks he was receiving as he walked through the luxurious hotel, nothing else seemed out of place. He did his usual ritual of grabbing a room and ordering food. As he was eating, he turned on the TV and almost choked on his food when he saw what was being reported. It was a local channel breaking the news for Outer Bank X + +A glowing red title was saying that the highest-ranking hero in the city was now dead. + +The things Noah heard baffled him to say least. Cohen Anderson had sacrificed himself, he had boldly taken on the boss that was endangering his teammates’ lives and used all of his power until his last breath before he passed on the torch to...Noah Osmont. + +Oh, come on! Noah, let out an exasperated sigh as he saw his name and picture paraded in front of the TV. He reigned in the rest of his thoughts as he continued to watch the news before agreeing with the way that Anderson’s party members finished things. It was much better to let the public know this version of the story than telling them that one of the hunters just killed the other. + +The officials had kept the information short and precise, one hunter was dead and another one just as powerful, if not more, took his place. There was nothing to worry about. No problems would occur. Everything is just as it was before. + +A smile formed on Noah’s lips as he thought of this. No. Everything was not how it used to be. Because that rank C dungeon that had given hunters so much trouble...he was about to turn it into his playground. He was planning on clearing it by himself multiple times for the next few days as most of his reservations were reduced when he confirmed his own power against Anderson. + +Of course, he wouldn’t suddenly make stupid decisions that could endanger his life, but he definitely had more legroom to take risks. Bigger risks gave bigger rewards. The risk he had to take these next few days is going to be watching the monolith of [Solael’s Dungeon] turn from orange to blue as he cleared the dungeon multiple times, and what reactions that would receive from the powerful figures in the city, but even more so for the actual powerful figures hiding in larger cities + +He wanted to take down the ten-meter giant TITAN all by himself. He wanted his strength to continue rising and his range of skills to continue expanding. He wouldn’t limit himself as much anymore. + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 150+30] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 150+50] + +[Skill(s): (F-Fireball-100)(F-Heal-53)(E-Arctic Armor- 100)(D-Flames of Torment-99)(D-Safeguard-38)(D-Danger Sense-99)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-99)(C-Camouflage-77)(C-Aura of Haste-54)(C-Explosive Rune-61)(C-Life Essence-51)(C-Increased Penetration-44) (C-Regeneration-11) (C-Whirlwind-13) (C-Smite-1) (B-Giant’s Strength-8)] + +[Equipment: (E-Swift Boots)(D-King’s Valor)(C-Ring of Storage)] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-21.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-21.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2a30a8d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-21.md @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 20 - Movements" +slug: "ch-21" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 21 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1380 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I was up fairly early the next morning as I was too excited to try out a multitude of things today. There were so many ideas flowing in mind that I didn’t know what to start with. I looked at the dark-haired man in the mirror as my thoughts were inexplicably taken back a few years into the prime of my 20s. + +The man in the mirror definitely looked like me a few years back, a head full of messy hair, the same fair complexion, and eyes full of hopes and dreams that weren’t completely destroyed. I shook myself out of the trance as I started the day + +I began by checking the [Ring of Storage] that I had taken of Anderson’s hands. In it were a multitude of [Core]s, [Item]s, and 2 [Skill Book]s. I was extremely content with the finding as a majority of the cores were rank C, with 8 rank D items and 2 items that were rank C, [Lightning Boots], and [Fiery Helm]. The two skill books were also both rank C, being [Resilience: Defense and healing effects are increased by 50%] and [Supercharged- Energy rumbles through you, increasing casting speed by 50%] + +The [Supercharged] skill would have definitely fit the criteria I had set a few days ago, but [Resilience] would also be a great addition that goes along with my current plan of even learning skills geared towards other jobs besides Mage + +The rank D items would all be getting sold, along with a few rank C pieces that I wouldn’t be wearing as I waited for the [Item]s that I took off Anderson’s body to self-repair. I damaged them pretty heavily with [Explosive Rune], but they should be fully repaired by tomorrow + +As for the [Core]s, anything below rank C found in the ring would be sold, and I began absorbing the rank C [Vitality] and [Strength] cores. I had both the ones that went as my share plus Anderson’s, so it was a sizable amount, but I was only able to bring [Strength] to 167 and [Vitality] to 170. + +With these preliminary things completed, I checked out of the room and shot a text to that lovable fat salesman I never bothered to remember the name of as I went to the central Awakened Center. + +My face had been shown around heavily throughout the night so many people recognized me and snapped pictures, but I ignored everything and arrived at the Awakened Center in a few minutes + +The fat salesman seemed to have been promoted, as he had two assistants with him when he saw me walk in. He threw out that usual shrewd smile and brought me to a more luxurious room in the back compared to last time + +I took everything in a stride as the moment my name was released last night, I knew something like this would be happening. The first thing the salesman did was open a suitcase and hand me a shining blue card that held my name and picture, along with a title of Rank B Hunter + +I grabbed it and gave my thanks as it saved me the hassle of looking for the advancement area and wasting time there. I then took out all the cores and items that I wanted to sell while I asked him for a registry of all Knight and Berserker skills they had in stock + +He was puzzled at this but did as he was asked and I was browsing through all the skill books soon after. I had done a significant amount of research on Mages and their skills as that was the path I wanted to walk on when I awakened, but I wasn’t too well versed on the skills that Knights and Berserkers commonly used + +Keeping my explosive progress in mind, I looked at rank C skills mostly as well as some exceptional rank D skills that wouldn’t be left far behind in their effects in a matter of weeks. A few fit my requirements, and I pointed them out to the salesman who brought them into the room in a few minutes. + +The new skills I had bought and learned were [D-Rough Skin: Resistance to elemental skills are increased], [D-Fleeting: Slightly increases movement speed], [C-Gracefulness: An aura that grants you increased evasion descends], [C-Precision: Your accuracy is increased and your attacks rarely miss your target], and [Adamant: Your defense is increased as you passively heal from minor injuries] + +These were the only skills that fit my new guidelines that were in the Awakened Center. The remaining skills actively required you to be using some sort of close combat or ranged weapon to activate like [Blade Light],[Shield Charge], or [Duplicate Arrows]. It made me think of whether I should also buy a weapon to add these skills to my arsenal too without it spreading my focus over too many things. I was content with the new addition of skills and thanked the salesman that gave his usual bright smile. + +I had much fewer reservations about being seen or discovered so I activated the new skills I just learned on top of all the old ones that were still active while I left the Awakened Center. I felt the increased strength of my body as my path was confirmed to be heading in the right direction + +I was itching to dive into the dungeon right away as I hailed a ride towards [Solael’s Castle] + +--- + +A man with a sharp face was finishing some paperwork when his assistant walked through his office doors with an even bigger stack of papers and folders. A grimace formed on the man’s face as his rough voice came out. "How is the production and recruiting of rank B hunters proceeding?" + +The assistant gave him a sweet smile as she replied "Very well boss. We have new ones come in every day and we are able to produce at least 1 rank B hunter a day from the resources they bring back from the dungeon" + +The man nodded his head as he continued "Good, the plan is going in the right direction, but it needs to be accelerated. Reach out for even more hunters across the cities and entice as many as you can. We want this dungeon to continue to be cleared every day with even more hunting squads" + +His assistant nodded her head as she put the folder in her hands on the table and then bowed with a smile "Here are the preliminary names we have gathered today that are waiting for your approval. For the Blessed Empire" + +"For the Blessed Empire" The man replied with an impassive expression. He looked at the folder in front of him as he thought about the movements they had been seeing, and how unprepared they were for what was coming. There was a huge threat looming over them, and people still moved about in complete ignorance + +He was in charge of managing the rank B Dungeon in Star City and wanted to exceed the quota set by the Admirals for its production. He wanted hunters to be entering it day and night, bringing out as many [Item]s, [Skill]s, and [Core]s that they could + +He planned to write an official letter to the higher-ups and some colleagues to suggest they increase the urgency of this matter and actively move the empire’s pieces for the days to come. The production of rank B hunters was coming along nicely but they would not be enough, the needed even more A rank hunters moving about in the empire + +The face of Steel Mikhail passed through his mind as he considered all the new rising rank A hunters. He shook his head that was filled with worries as he looked at the figure of the assistant still waiting to be dismissed before him + +He nodded at her and said while getting up and unbuttoning his shirt "Close the door. I’ve been cooped up in here for too long and need to release some stress" + +The assistant smiled sweetly once more as she followed the command. + +At the bottom of the folder that she had laid down, a name was written among many. Noah Osmont was clearly apparent at the bottom of the many stacks of paper. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-22.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-22.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a57b21 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-22.md @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 21 - Adrenaline" +slug: "ch-22" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 22 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I was camouflaged as I looked up to the peak of the huge orange monolith that was [Solael’s Castle]. I was planning on diving into this dungeon multiple times today, knowing that this orange hue will quickly change to blue and cause some unwanted attention to shift over here + +But I wasn’t worried too much currently. My strength could be considered great, and I didn’t see another case like Anderson crazily appearing to bring me any issues. + +I stopped thinking so much and looked forward to seeing how long I would clear this dungeon that took an ’Elite Hunter Squad’ of this city more than half a day to go through. A dungeon with 1 floor holding a huge castle that had 20 extremely large rooms and 1 BOSS hall...I was looking forward to it! + +I placed my hand on one of the squares of the monolith with bubbling enthusiasm as I was transferred to the plains that showed a castle on the horizon. + +All the active skills were activated, making my body shine with an inordinate amount of colors. I also activated [Whirlwind] as gales of wind also began appearing around me, making me disappear from the spot I was standing just as I put some force on my feet + +Haha! + +I was propelled upwards for more than 10 meters as my figure breezed towards the castle. I couldn’t help but let a laugh escape my lips as I fell towards the ground and rebounded only to be thrown forward even faster. I had to adapt to this crazy level of strength and speed that the skills and my increased attributes were giving me as I moved forward. + +I couldn’t control my descent from my last jump and managed to smash into the huge door of the castle, disrupting its serene peace and waking up the first 10 statues in the first room + +I dashed towards them as if I was possessed and finally cast [Smite]! 10 golden swords of light appeared above me even faster than when I cast it the first time, hanging imposingly as they waited for my command + +"Strike down!" I couldn’t help myself as I said these words out loud and the 2-meter long golden sword barreled down towards the oncoming statues + +BOOM! + +A blinding light exploded out as the golden sword struck down the incoming statues, causing dust and rubble to fly about as I breathed heavily and watched the scene clear. Only stones were left shattered on the ground + +Haha...Haha! I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it. In less than a second, all the rank C monsters were dead! I was even more confident while thinking about all the skills that enhanced my damage, cast and attack speed, as well as [Increased Penetration] that let me further ignore the defenses of monsters. + +I felt the rush and adrenaline coursing through me as the room was completed in under a minute and pushed off from where I stood to head towards the large door to the next room. + +I blasted in and saw the now 11 statues move about as another 10 golden blades appeared above me. They targeted the nearest 10 as I moved at high speeds and quickly appeared in front of the 11th, moving my hand around speedily as I plastered multiple [Explosive Rune]s on its body and commanded them to explode right in front of me + +I loved watching the huge explosions occur when I was near and observed the huge impact blasting out the statue’s body. The entire force was negated by the now 100 proficiency skill [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] that wasn’t really a sphere anymore and hugged my body as if it was another layer of skin + +The room was once again cleared in a few seconds my breathing increased and I rushed into the 3rd room. 10 statues were quickly obliterated by another cast of [Smite] and I moved close to the remaining 2 statues and cast [Flames of Torment]. + +The long pillar of flames had a darker color after reaching 100, its flames coagulated together tightly as if they were a thick viscous material. It was rotating the moment I cast it in its long linear form, causing hot suffocating winds to fly out. I threw the thick cable of flames forward and they literally melted the statues the moment they came in contact + +I stopped for a second to catch my breath as I just cleared 3 rooms out the 20 in under 5 minutes. A childish smile wouldn’t leave my face as I continued on forward to the fourth. + +The next rooms were cleared in a similar fashion, starting out with [Smite] and following with either [Explosive Rune] or [Flames of Torment]. Starting from the 10th room, I just cast another [Smite] the moment the first 10 statues were shattered by the first cast, finishing them in record time + +I was now standing in front of the huge door that led to the BOSS room and I tried collecting myself as I impatiently went in. The TITAN was as humongous as usual, frighteningly boasting its 10-meter size. The 10 guards standing by its side couldn’t even respond as 10 golden swords smashed into them the moment I entered + +The huge beast opened its blank eyes the moment the guards were destroyed and began coming towards me, its huge steps causing the ground tremble. I watched the BOSS menacingly come towards me as 10 swords of light appear, then another 10, and another 10 as [Smite] was repeatedly cast three times + +I commanded the first 10 to shoot towards the BOSS in a tight-nit circular formation. They smashed onto his chest, stopping his advance and pushing him back. The next 10 flew up one after another to repeatedly strike the same area I was focusing on the TITAN’s head, blasting onto him and pushing him back even further. The last 10 flew in and surrounded the neck around a few meters away and rushed forward while it was still disoriented + +Before it could even roar or do anything else, the 10 golden swords closed in on its neck from all directions + +ZING! + +The TITAN wobbled for a few seconds before a pillar of thick flames wrapped around the nearly destroyed neck and squeezed in, melting everything it came in contact with. Another second passed before a loud crash was heard in the huge hall. The TITAN’s head now lay on the ground. Not even a minute had passed. + +I watched this unbelievable scene in front of me as if it wasn’t something that I had just done. The huge BOSS that needed an entire party to hunt had taken me less than a minute to take down + +"AAAAH!!!" + +I let out an embarrassingly loud triumphant howl after accepting the scene in front of me and reveled in it once more. Around 20 minutes total had passed and the castle was completely cleared. A green crystal rose as a shining pile of loot appeared beside the boss + +From then on, I kept on repeating [Solael’s Castle] like a madman. 8 hours later, I had impossibly cleared the dungeon more than 24 times, my clearing averaging 3 times in one hour. + +At the end, I held in my storage rings a ton of rank C [Core]s, 15 rank C skills, 1 rank B skill, and 5 new [Item]s \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-23.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-23.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..39b2f7e --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-23.md @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 22 - Explosive Growth" +slug: "ch-23" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 23 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1538 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I was in love with this rank C dungeon. Only a single floor that held all the monsters in one place. Someone in my positions couldn’t have asked for a better setting to quickly take everything down in record time and rake in an unimaginable amount of profit + +I never thought a day would come where I would be able to collect this many rank C skills, and even lucky enough have a rank B skill drop along with a few items. + +Hunter’s had been clearing [Solael’s Dungeon] twice a week, so over the span of the last few months they might have cleared it around the same time as I cleared it in one day. Just the thought of it made me amazed + +My 2 storage rings had nearly filled up to the brim with the influx of [Core]s, [Skill]s, and [Item]s. + +I was currently in the BOSS room of the dungeon where a broken TITAN lay dead while browsing through the rank C items first. There were two pairs of [Igneous Armor]s, one [Igneous Sword], [Fiery Helm], and [Fiery Boots] + +All of them exactly the same as the equipment that Anderson wore, but I wouldn’t have to wait before equipping these ones. The ones I had obtained from him were still repairing from the heavy explosions done by [Explosive Rune] + +I changed from [Swift Boots] to [Fiery Boots] and equipped one of the armors and helm. The armor had a similar characteristic of being unnaturally flexible even though it seemed like it was made up of extremely strong stone materials. The helm on my head also made me look like some sort of gladiator, so I took it off for now and only planned to equip it when I was faced with enemies + +The [Item]s vastly improved my defense and acted as another layer of resistance besides the many skills already active. + +Next up were the abundant amount of skills, something I never thought I would be holding is such large quantities. These would cost millions if I were to sell them, but money wasn’t the main thing I was after. I looked through the skills trying to find which ones were actually effective for me to learn and narrowed it down to 8 + +The rest were skills that either required bows or another specific weapon to activate or they were offensive skills with similar power to the ones I was currently using. I would learn as many supportive and defensive skills, but I would choose my main attacking skills with close scrutiny as those are the only ones I have to actively cast and use. If I held too many offensive skills and switched from to another when using, I would just have many skills in a similar level of power and not a few skills with high proficiency that have even more power + +The 8 that I absorbed and learned were [Sharpen: Your attacks and skills deal more damage to your enemies], [War Cry: Motivate yourself and your allies, increasing attributes by 5%], [Retaliation: Reflect back some of the damage from your enemies], [King’s Rage: The rage of a king flows through you, granting a boost in damage], [Military Tactics: The qualities of a fortified soldier are activated, increasing all attributes by 10], [Unpredictable: Attack and Casting speed increased by 10%], [Elemental Damage: Any attacks using the elements deal destructive damage], and [Stealth: Move undetected as all the energies you emit are absorbed] + +Learning and activating the skills gave me another sense of exhilaration. [Military Tactics] that increased each of my attributes by 10 added the specified amount to [Vitality] and [Strength] while [Focus] remained as blank as usual + +The rank B skill book that had been lucky enough to drop was [Stealth], which was such a great skill that it trumped everything else I gained today because of its high utility. Any colors or imposing airs released by the activated skills were all reigned in and I seemed like a normal human being without an ounce of strength. + +I could also choose to blend into my surroundings to a similar effect like [Camouflage]. Adding these two skills together would just be a killer combination. I would keep [Stealth] active at all times and only activate [Camouflage] or use the blending in effect of [Stealth] when I really needed to + +I didn’t grasp the full strength of a full-fledged rank B hunter that held multiple rank B skills and items, but I felt like my strength was at the peak of B if not higher. I would make no conclusions before meeting hunters that I can test against though + +My next move was to absorb the multitude of [Core]s filling up the two storage rings, there being more than enough to bring my attribute points to 200 after an hour of extensive absorbing + +Feeling the packed strength of my body that had been increasing way too fast, I took a second to reminisce how it was barely just a week since I awakened. My body felt like it could explode with tremendous power any time I wished, giving me even more confidence on the path I was walking on + +I rose up and touched the green crystal to leave the dungeon, looking back and seeing the dungeon monolith now having a color of light blue. [Solael’s Castle] was now a low-risk dungeon that had no chance of a dungeon break occurring any time soon + +Hunters that were stationed a distance away in shops and stalls quickly noticed the change a few hours ago and began discussing amongst themselves as to which peak hunter had come across their city + +I didn’t want to completely break their common sense with them seeing me enter the dungeon every 20 minutes, so I took off [Camouflage], while still keeping [Stealth] active and hiding the assortment of colors and armors around me from the skill effects every 2 hours for them to see a figure be transported out of the dungeon and diving back in right after + +I was already renowned and didn’t need to hide, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t hide this unexplainable level of strength I held for the time being. I did want to build a reputation for myself from now on for future plans, but I would only show them a surface of what I could do + +In the case another crazy hunter appeared in front of me, I had the confidence to completely take care of them if they were only expecting the level of strength I was showing + +This was the last time I was leaving the dungeon today so I didn’t use [Camouflage]. There were reporters and cameramen at a far distance carefully doc.u.menting the changes and pointing their cameras towards me + +I tried not to react to any of it and took a ride from a nervous driver that was driving carefully at the speed limit while constantly looking back at me. I chuckled at this as we went towards the Pristine Residency lodging + +I would visit the Awakened Center tomorrow morning to see if there was anything of value, but seeing as I was the person clearing the highest-ranked dungeon currently and holding onto all the loot, I doubted there would be anything fruitful + +My next phase of plans was to...relax. It was only in the evening but I wanted to stop thinking for a bit, eat a whole lot of food and just sleep. I recalled the platters of shrimp and steaks that I had been eating the past few days and placed an order for 4 plates when I grabbed my room keys at Pristine Residency. Tonight would be a relaxing night. + +--- + +In Star City. + +A man was looking at the profile of a hunter they had just received more news of a few hours ago. He was Vice Admiral Magnar. A decorated officer that stood at the front lines when monsters were running rampant and killing people left and right. He had risen to this rank because of his continuing hard work and planning while fighting for his country + +His country that he was trying to save once more, he just needed people to stop shoving their heads up their asses and listen. His work and stress had been piling up recently as he was recruiting talent to dive into the rank B dungeon, [Mangrove Swamp] + +They needed more production of [Core]s, [Skill]s, and [Item]s more badly than most people thought. He thought back to the report that described the huge threat that was congregating in one location not far from the empire and then focused once more on hunter in front of him + +Noah Osmont. Active for around a week and already making waves. These were the types of people he needed. He quickly made a phone call to the contacts stationed in Outer Bank X and gave a message for them to deliver + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 200+40] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 200+60] + +[Skill(s): (F-Fireball-100)(F-Heal-53)(E-Arctic Armor- 100)(D-Flames of Torment-100)(D-Safeguard-38)(D-Danger Sense-100)(D-Rough Skin-23)(D-Fleeting-24)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-100) (C-Camouflage-83) (C-Aura of Haste-72)(C-Explosive Rune-81)(C-Life Essence-73)(C-Increased Penetration-58) (C-Regeneration-21) (C-Whirlwind-33) (C-Smite-28) (C-Gracefulness-21) (C-Precision-21) (C-Adamant-21)(C-Sharpen-4)*(C-War Cry-4)* (C-Retaliation-4)*(C-Kings Rage-4)*(C-Military Tactics-4)* (C-Unpredictable-4)* (C-Elemental Damage-4)*(B-Giant’s Strength-27)(B-Stealth-3)*] + +[Equipment:(2x C-Ring of Storage)(C-Fiery Boots)*(C-Igneous Armor)*(C-Fiery Helm)*] + +[*=New] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-24.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-24.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d9b5b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-24.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 23 - An Invitation" +slug: "ch-24" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 24 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1770 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The night passed by spectacularly as I binged on food and familiarized myself with my fast-expanding array of skills. There were many and I was increasing them at a very fast rate that doesn’t seem like it would reduce any time soon + +I went over every single one of the support skills to try and gain a better understanding of just how much they were increasing my damage output with my skills. I would get the chance to possibly observe this change more noticeably today after I use my offensive skills for the first time after adding 8 more new support skills in a day + +I left the Pristine Residency while activating the full extent of [Stealth] so that I could avoid any unwanted attention as I made my way towards the awakened center. I browsed over the skills once more and as expected, nothing of value was there + +I held many rank C skills currently that would make a ton of money if sold, but I was planning on holding onto them for now until I began making my way over to some of the inner cities of the Empire where it was possible to buy rank B skills. The knowledge spread over on hunting platforms mentioned that their prices ranged upwards of 10 million because of their high demands and very little supply + +They were my next goal, as I could only obtain a rank B skill book at a very low chance with the rank c Dungeon I was currently clearing. Seeing nothing else catching my eye at the awakened center, I left for [Solael’s Castle] right away + +When I arrived at the huge monolith though, there was someone obviously out of place standing near it. It was a curvaceous woman in a tight business suit checking her watch as she waited for something + +No hunters were cl.u.s.tered around [Solael’s Castle] as normal rank C hunting squads didn’t dare dive into the dungeon, so the only person she could be waiting for here was...me + +I removed my stealth and appeared a few feet away, startling her from my sudden appearance. A bright smile bloomed on her face as if she had found the huge treasure she was looking for + +"Hello Mr. Osmont, my name is Amelia Ross and I’m here on behalf of Vice Admiral Magnar of Star City" + +Her words started off very normal but the end was explosive. I was immediately intrigued as Star City was one of the core defense cities in the Empire, with the government spreading its clutches in almost all industries and activities. Also, I had never come across any high titles such as Vice Admiral before + +I replied back with a smile "What can I do for you?" + +She nodded with a relieved expression and continued "I won’t waste too much of your time Sir Hunter, so I will give the message I was instructed to for you to read at your leisure" A thin folder with papers appeared on her hands and she handed it to me, finishing her last words as she left hurriedly + +"Oh, Mr. Osmont, many of the files in there are confidential, so we are counting on your discretion" + +I nodded at these words and watched her get in a black sedan that quickly pulled away. A confidential file huh, what exactly do you contain? + +The first paper was an introduction from the one known as Vice Admiral Magnar, and he kept things very much on point. He was hiring rank B hunters or higher to work with the government to raid the rank B dungeon, [Mangrove Swamp]. Half the loot would go towards the government as they provided you with money or anything else you wished for that they could provide + +If you were patriotic enough and enlisted in the Empire’s army, you would be in the first row of hunters who can select skills and items useful to them in their vast armory while also receiving the full benefits of the military + +There were very few papers in the file, and the last one was the even more eye-catching one, with the entire paper only holding two sentences that made me very concerned + +"This is highly confidential information that only the top hunters have available currently, please exercise great control. Enemies are heading towards the Blessed Empire that could cause the deaths of billions if we continue to be complacent." + +Only 2 sentences, but they made me attach a much greater importance to this file. An enemy coming to attack the Empire? My mind’s gears were turning as I wrapped my head around this new information and what I should do next. Who could it be? Was it beasts...or was a war approaching? + +I was thinking for quite a while but nothing came to mind. I had too little information currently and needed to learn much more. I made some quick calculations and change of plans and shot a text towards the people I had dived into [Solael’s Castle] with 2 days ago. The original plan was to dive with them once more before I began looking at ways to make them stronger and then make my way towards the inner cities of the Empire, but that would have to be accelerated. + +When I finished that I placed the file with very troubling information that also held a contact number I would be calling by the end of the day in one of my storage rings and then went into the dungeon + +I didn’t forget to test the increased effectiveness of my offensive spells after the addition of [Sharpen], [War Cry], [Retaliation], [King’s Rage], [Military Tactics], [Unpredictable], and [Elemental Damage] + +The damage of all skills was boosted by quite a bit, with some of the qualities of the skills also improving. [Flames of Torment] now seemed like it was a coagulation of extremely long and thick heavy flames, the width of it becoming slightly larger. A single [Explosive Rune] was now effective to completely cover the huge head of the TITAN and cause it to explode right away. As for [Smite], the 10 golden blades of light became even larger, their handles even more distinct and edges even sharper + +I continued my testing and experimentation of skills for the next 8 hours, clearing the dungeon more than 26 times and coming out around the time I texted the 5 people. It was already evening outside when I left the dungeon with my storage rings full. I was lucky enough to receive another rank B skill, meaning there around a 4% chance for it drop from the rank C TITAN of this dungeon as it was very similar to yesterday + +More than 17 rank C skills came out this time around, with 6 items. It was two pairs of [Igneous Sword]s, [Igneous Armor], and [Fiery Boot]s. Of course, there were also a ton of cores after all the runs + +The 5 that I texted were situated outside the monolith as I instructed, with Anderson’s old party members reverentially looking towards me and Rachel standing there with the same confident expression. + +They’re some of the top hunters of this city, so when they heard that I was clearing the dungeon alone on the news they must have had an even better idea of what my level of power was then common hunters. + +I was already spent from running around the past 8 hours and wanted to make it quick. "It doesn’t seem like I’m going to be in Outer Bank X for much longer" I paused as I watched their expressions change to shock and concern before continuing + +"So I’ll be making sure that there is still a team that is able to clear this dungeon when I leave" + +Relieved expressions returned but they still seemed concerned. I didn’t bother explaining and took out the pairs of [Igneous Swords]s, [Igneous Armor], [Lightning Boots], and [Fiery Boot]s along with 22 rank C skill after putting aside 2 that I wanted to absorb later. + +I had received 2 igneous armors and 1 sword yesterday, and then two more of each today. Removing the one I was wearing myself, there were 4 once you added the one that was taken from Anderson. I lied and said that I found most of the skill books and items in Anderson’s storage ring + +The two Knights and Rachel looked at me to make sure I wasn’t joking before they went forward and grabbed an armor and sword each. The items weren’t of much value to me, and I wanted to leave the city without any bad after-taste so I had to do this. This was just one of the consequences for taking down the previous rank B hunter of the city + +I had Rachel take the [Fiery Boots] and Dan grab the [Lightning Boots], feeling bad for one of Mages that wast getting anything as there were only 4 armors, but they wouldn’t be on the front lines for now. I then laid out the skills for them to choose any that fit them. Everyone was able to gain something this time around, and 15 rank C skills remained after they picked and absorbed the skills in front of me + +Once this was done I took out the rank B skill that dropped today. [Enlightened Fervor: Build up the strength inside you and release it with a swing of your weapon] + +I was thinking how I would set up a system where [Solael’s Castle] could be cleared once I was gone, and the easiest answer would be to have a rank B hunter lead the team to clear it. One of the faster ways to do this was to have a hunter with stats nearing the peak of rank C and have them learn a rank B skill + +I was struggling with myself this entire day while I was farming the dungeon on whether I would be able to let go of a rank B skill if it was something that fit well with my guidelines currently. Luckily, or unluckily, it was a skill on the far spectrum of Berserker skills that also required a weapon, so it made the decision much easier + +I also understood that it would become even easier for me to gain rank B skills, whether that was by staying here and diving into [Solael’s Castle] daily to get 1 a day or move towards an area that had a rank B dungeon for me to gain them even faster. So today, I’ll be making someone a rank B hunter and have them dive into the dungeon \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-25.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-25.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a046af5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-25.md @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 24 - An end, and a beginning" +slug: "ch-25" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 25 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1325 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Of course, the person I was choosing to be the next rank B hunter in Outer Bank X was Rachel, the only person that ever showed a backbone among the hunters I met. She also unflinchingly questioned when she saw something wrong happening, and this was a type of naivety I could trust + +She was shocked to receive the skill book and even more shocked when I told her that we’d be entering the dungeon as soon as they finished absorbing some rank C [Core]s. I had so many of these piled up in the last 2 days that a few 10s of millions could be made if I chose to sell them, and they should be more than enough to raise the attributes of these hunters to the peak of rank C + +I took a few of the piles of [Core]s out of my storage and had the hunters absorb them. They jumped at them after I gave the go-ahead and soon brought their attributes to 200. I watched the sun go lower and lower while waiting for them to finish + +When they were done, I let them know that we would be diving into the dungeon right now for me to just confirm Rachel’s capabilities against the BOSS of the dungeon. They could easily take care of the statues appearing in the rooms of the castle with the equipment and new skills they just obtained, only the BOSS remained a mystery + +The entire group was soon transferred into the familiar landscape that I had appeared in multiple times today. I led the way into the castle and told them all to conserve their energy for the BOSS fight and let me do all the work on the preliminary monsters + +After the 10th room, I could already tune out the sounds of amazement as these hunters watched me take down monsters that they would spend a few minutes on in a matter of seconds. I briefly stopped here for 20 minutes with the excuse of recovering my energy as I didn’t want to surprise them too much. I kept using [Smite] all the way through because of it’s multiple enemy targeting attribute that took care of the increasing number of statues quickly. + +I wasn’t worried about them seeing me cast the rank C skill repeatedly, as higher-ranking hunters had enough reserves of energy to cast lower-ranking skills multiple times, and at most they would attribute it to some sort of inherent skill that increases my [Focus]. Before we opened the door into the hall where the BOSS lay, I wasted another 20 minutes with the excuse of recovering my energy just in case something went wrong, and then we entered the BOSS room + +Rachel and the rest of them had been talking up strategies on the way here as they had nothing better to do, and already had a plan that used their new skills the best. The recently buffed up Knights went forward with their huge shield as they blocked the 10 guards that the 2 Mages then sniped with colorful lightning + +Rachel went forward and stood against the boss, activating [Enlightened Fervor] and releasing powerful blasts with every swing of her sword that kept the BOSS at bay. + +She was soon reinforced by the hunters that had taken down the guards, as the Knights focused on blocking the BOSS while Rachel and the two mages continued to damage it. It very quickly roared and boulders began falling from the ceiling, and the mages were quickly covered by the Knights while Rachel actually weaved through the falling stones and built up her power using [Enlightened Fervor], releasing a strike that blasted the already damaged head of the TITAN away + +I was standing on the side watching everything, not even bothered when the boulders were falling as the moment they got in contact with my skin they were repelled away because of the defensive skills that were always activated + +I clapped my hands as the team was cheering amongst each other and gave the new rank B hunter a thumbs up. She rushed over and gave me a tight hug, thanking me for all my help and wishing me well for where I was going. I pushed the rest of them away when they continued giving their heartfelt thanks and felt a load lifted off my chest. + +The city I had been living in all this time would continue to be well even after I left it. I wasn’t overly attached or anything like that, I just didn’t want the place I had grown familiar with to be wiped off by a dungeon break that could have easily been taken care of. + +With that out of the way, I parted ways with the hunters and I texted the contact number that was included in the file that I would be ready to head out for Star City tomorrow morning. A reply quickly came "That’s great! We’ll have a ride ready for you at 10 am. Thank you for your service!" + +With this, I was at the end of my road for Outer Bank X City. I was feeling nostalgic as I walked through the busy streets of downtown while watching the throngs of people move about. Some hunters were celebrating successful dungeon dives by getting drinks, others were mourning the losses of their friends. Those that were unawakened had the same hopeful eyes as I did + +Either they were too poor to buy a skill book to awaken, or they were working to save up enough money to do so. You also had the people that were waking up every day hoping to naturally awaken, and they would repeat this process for months. + +I reached the old dilapidated apartment complex that I was living in and grabbed anything else of value that remained in one of my storage rings. I bought another one because of their high utility and now wore 3 rings on my right hand. + +I looked at the dilapidated apartment as my emotions rose and I decided to sleep here for the first time in a while. I didn’t have any worries about my life as I always had my defensive skills active, and I doubt anyone in the city would be reckless enough to try something like that. It was a split-second decision made from emotions, but I felt like it was a good one + +I went into the kitchen, placed some water in a pot, and put it on high heat as I watched it boil. I then opened one of the creaking cabinets and pulled out a cup of ramen noodles. Mixing the two together, I soon had that familiar smell of food I haven’t tried in quite a while wafting in my nose. I didn’t wait for it to cool as I took a forkful in my mouth, not feeling the usual scalding pain when I ate it too quickly and only feeling a trace of warmth. + +I thought back to every event this past week and the extreme change that had occurred from it. I still didn’t know why I could do the things I do, but I would solve the mystery in time. The world had become a foreign place the moment dungeons, monsters, and hunters began appearing. Nobody thought such a thing would be possible in the past, neither did I think what happened to me to be remotely possible then + +We adapted and survived. I looked out of my apartment into the dark streets outside as I swore to myself that I would continue to grow, and most definitely survive. + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 200+40] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 200+60] + +[Skill(s): (F-Fireball-100)(F-Heal-53)(E-Arctic Armor- 100)(D-Flames of Torment-100)(D-Safeguard-38)(D-Danger Sense-100)(D-Rough Skin-44)(D-Fleeting-45)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-100) (C-Camouflage-91) (C-Aura of Haste-88)(C-Explosive Rune-95)(C-Life Essence-89)(C-Increased Penetration-85) (C-Regeneration-38) (C-Whirlwind-54) (C-Smite-68) (C-Gracefulness-42) (C-Precision-42) (C-Adamant-42)(C-Sharpen-19)(C-War Cry-19) (C-Retaliation-19)(C-Kings Rage-19)(C-Military Tactics-19)(C-Unpredictable-19) (C-Elemental Damage-19)(B-Giant’s Strength-43)(B-Stealth-17)] + +[Equipment: (3x C-Ring of Storage)(C-Fiery Boots)(C-Igneous Armor)(C-Fiery Helm)] + +END OF VOLUME 1 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-26.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-26.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5772377 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-26.md @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 25 - Star City" +slug: "ch-26" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 26 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Morning of the next day, I was in the back of a black sedan watching cars rush by as we went down a long road. When we left the roads of Outer Bank X city, we had to pass the only checkpoint for those leaving the city. The checkpoint was near the entrance to an old bridge that was the only road leading towards inner cities. To the left and right of the checkpoint was an expanding wall that circled around the entire city + +It was mostly hunters or highly influential people that were able to move around in the empire. The two titles were actually interchangeable as no influential person chose to not awaken + +The driver pulled out sparkling military credentials to the Hunter Guards standing by and we were soon driving away from the city. We went across the bridge when I looked back for the last time to see the city surrounded by a wall, not knowing if I would ever return + +The scenery around us quickly changed to destroyed buildings and architectures as we saw guard posts every 10s of miles down the road. I couldn’t imagine the job of these people that stood in The Barrens for days, only switching their shifts when someone else came to relieve them + +The Barrens were the empty and destroyed lands that nobody was living in. You would only find roaches or rats, or mutated animals that were hungry enough to attack anything there. The only people who took the post as guards along these long roads leading from cities were people that had nothing in life and were offered an olive branch from the government + +They were contracted to work for them after they were given the resources to awaken and had to follow the contract for a specified time. I felt sad thinking of the people that had no option but to resort to these kinds of work + +We drove through The Barrens with no complication, passing other cities surrounded by walls throughout the day. The road got cleaner and cleaner as we went further inland and we saw guard posts more frequently, eventually leaving behind the dystopian Barrens and becoming exposed to a few green trees + +The greenery kept on increasing as the hours passed and we were soon nearing a huge walled-off city in the distance. This city had a slightly taller wall surrounding it with huge convoys of military trucks moving in and out + +It was definitely much more bustling than the cities I’ve seen on the way here. We were able to get inside after the driver flashed his papers on the guard’s face in an annoyed tone as the process was much more thorough this time around + +The inside of the city...was filled with lights. It had taken the entire day to get here, and after the time it took for us to bypass the gates night had already arrived. I was able to see the city come to life with countless lights shining into the night. + +We had arrived at Star City. + +The streets were so clean with huge buildings pointing to the sky all around us. It was a stark contrast to the destroyed lands we had passed by this morning as if we were in a completely different world. Masses of people that definitely had happier faces than those I have been used to move around busily + +I watched the beauty of the city as if I was back to a time when no dungeons had appeared as if I had traveled in time to the bustling metropolis I used to know. + +The scenery constantly changed as we moved further in. I had counted multiple blue monoliths so far, seeing a few rank F, E, and d dungeons based on their size. I was able to see blue monoliths similar in size to [Solael’s Caslte] after we passed another checkpoint to go further into the city, counting more than 5 as time passed + +The large city continued on as we passed through roads with hunters dressed in military outfits patrolling, arriving at a huge compound that had a sizable monolith with a light orange hue shimmering around it + +This monolith was almost twice as big as a rank C monolith, its pressure coming down on me and taking my breath away. I got out of the car and breathed in the air of the city, feeling it to be much fresher than what I’ve been used to + +The driver led the way as we entered the huge compound that was teeming with movement with a scan of his ID. The military compound had a variety of eye-catching buildings all around, with a ton of armored vehicles going in or out. We arrived at the tallest building and went inside + +I found myself waiting for a few minutes while seated onto a very comfortable sofa before an imposing man came out. He had a long scar on his jawline with his tanned face glistening in the bright room. A powerful voice broke out from his smiling face + +"Mr. Osmont, I was very glad you could make it." The rough voice rang out clearly as I observed the man in front of me, noticing him to be very different from the people I’ve come in contact with. + +I smiled back and said "It’s only right I come for something as important as this" + +The discussion went well after this as the man introduced himself. He was Vice Admiral Magnar, earning my goodwill as the first thing he mentioned after his name was how he wanted to personally come to meet me as soon as I arrived + +"Now, I know you must be tired from the trip, so formalities can wait until tomorrow. Commander Kyle will lead you to your resting area, where food and...entertainment will be provided" + +The Vice Admiral finished his introduction and left as I began thinking about the words he had said. Entertainment? + +Commander Kyle led me away and we walked to the living quarters while I thought about how I planned to live in this city. The first thing on my mind was finding out exactly what major threat was quickly approaching, and the second was my capabilities to solo that huge dungeon monolith near this compound + +I’m already assuming that the first time I’ll dive in it I’ll be accompanied by a team, which is a safe way to play it as I currently have no idea about the increase in difficulty from rank C to B. After we finish the first dive, I’ll make my decision then + +We passed a few serious faces and I was given a smooth blue ID card that only had a golden letter B on it. Kyle mentioned that this card allowed access for a majority of the facilities in here, and also had access to the room in front of us. I thanked him for taking me around and he saluted and left + +I scanned the key card and opened the door, expectant to see the living quarters of rank B hunters that the government provided. The room was slightly bigger than the large rooms in the Pristine Residency, boasting even more luxurious looks all around it. On the table were a wide array of foods and next to it was a huge bed...where a woman with a statuesque figure was flashing the brightest smile. Oh? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-27.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-27.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3ff94dc --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-27.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 26 - The looming threat" +slug: "ch-27" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 27 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1433 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +So, last night was different to say the least, as I found myself getting some sleep later than usual. The food and...everything else hit the spot, taking my mind off the many thoughts constantly clashing in my head. A hunter’s stamina was nothing to laugh at + +I went out of the room early in the morning to walk around the living quarters and observe the compound a bit more. Even though it was this early, there was already bustling activities with people and trucks moving about + +I enjoyed the cool morning air and looked towards the huge monolith a distance away, itching to go towards it and give it a go, but I calmed myself down and walked back to the living quarters. Someone quickly called out my name, it was Commander Kyle saying that the Vice Admiral was looking for me. I nodded at him to lead the way and found myself led into an office room that had an abundant amount of folders and papers lying around + +"I apologize for the mess, please have a seat" The imposing Vice Admiral has his usual air of confidence as I sat down opposite him + +I didn’t waste any time as I asked the thing that was heavily weighing on my mind. Magnar paused for a second before pulling out a red folder and laying out multiple photos across the table + +"These are aerial pictures of The Barrens quite a distance away from the Empire. They were taken over a span of a few weeks" + +The pictures showed a terrifying sight of small dark dots that were uncountable, and large mass that could clearly be seen in the middle of it all. The large mass had a patterned obsidian shell that covered its entirety, only having a large head with pointed horns come out in the front + +The pictures gave me a shock because these things were probably even bigger than they appeared on there. The rest of the pictures showed a similar scene, making me prompt the general to continue as I didn’t grasp everything yet + +"These pictures were taken at a different location each time. They are moving" + +The Vice Admiral had a cold expression as he looked at the pictures and said this. My mind was moving to keep up as I took all of this in and asked him "How long do we have?" + +Magnar looked at me with a difficult expression before sighing "That’s the problem, we don’t know. It could be in a few weeks or a month, but we cannot correctly track them because of their unpredictability." + +A few weeks? Possibly a month? Phew, I let out a relieved sigh as I heard and laughed out loud, startling the man before me. I looked towards him and said "If it is a few weeks, then we have more than enough time to prepare" + +I knew myself, and it was why I said this. Barely a week after I awakened and I was already standing in a position to hear information that many people had no idea about. If I was given another week or two? I was confident in getting much stronger than where I am right now. The question is, what strength will be enough to contend with the huge beast and the things it was bringing this way? + +I asked the Vice Admiral whether they were confident in pushing these monsters back and his reply was less than favorable, adopting a dark expression that contained a trace of anger. He spent the next two minutes ranting about how they were not fully prepared, but the people at the top were still hesitant to institute measures to prepare for what was coming + +The cities in the outer periphery of the Empire had to start the process of migrating soon, or the military needed to increase and institute its main defenses past those cities and prepare for the fight that was coming. Otherwise, a tremendous amount of people would be sacrificed for nothing + +I listen to this as my mind went back to all the cities I passed when coming here, and one of the cities at the outermost of the Empire, Outer Bank X. + +My gaze turned cold when I looked back at the Vice Admiral. He saw my eyes and then said "I’ve already rallied the relevant people though. Even though there is still some push back, we have already begun the process of moving supplies and equipment to the front lines of defense in the outer perimeters" + +He continued when he saw my gaze calming down "While this will be an ongoing process to fortify our defenses on the border, we also need Hunters to lend their help in diving into dungeons and bringing out as many resources as possible. [Core]s, [Item]s, [Skill Book]s, they will all go towards the awakened soldiers that will be giving up their lives to fight on the front line" + +He finished with a sad expression as he mentioned the people that would be the first line of contact between us and monsters. I thought about all this and asked how they were doing things currently + +"We have 3 teams of 6 rank B Hunters alternating like clockwork to clear the rank B dungeon, [Mangrove Swamp]. The three teams are able to clear the dungeon 3 times a day and have a rest period in between, with other similar teams acting the same manner in nearby cities, but we don’t know if it’ll be enough." He looked at me as he said the next words + +"That’s where people like you come in. I haven’t met any rank B hunters that have been able to dive alone into a rank C dungeon repeatedly, so your power should be among the highest. I would love your cooperation to hasten this process with one of the teams we have clearing [Mangrove Swamp]" He said these words carefully while watching my face + +I thought over everything and the amount of time we possibly had before nodding my head. "When is the next team diving?" + +A relieved expression appeared on his face as he told me the next team was going in within an hour. + +We then discussed how the resources were split up between the hunter teams diving in [Mangrove Swamp]. The military would pay handsomely for all the [Core]s, [Item]s, and [Skill]s they received while providing for all their needs. If you became a hunter enlisted in the military, you would be given a rank with even more benefits + +I thought about everything and decided to go with the plan of seeing the [Mangrove Swamp] while diving with a team. I would decide how to move forward from there. The talk with the Vice Admiral finished on a happy note, with him leading me to personally meet the rank B hunting squad I would be joining today + +Half the group had already gotten together and I got the chance to meet the first genuine rank B hunters. Their mannerisms were a notch above other hunters and their bodies seemed packed with power than could explode at any moment. These were rank B Hunters that could bring their attributes all the way to 250. When paired up with corresponding skills, it was a deadly force to behold + +The first 3 that I met were 2 Berserkers, one holding a broad sword that was just as tall as him and the other holding long blades on either side of him. The third one was a short woman that was about 4’1 in height, and she was surprisingly the Knight of the team. The power emanating from her in no way matched her stature as a huge tower shield larger than her was strapped to her back + +I got acquainted with the three while the rest of the team came in. They were all relatively polite with a mild interest in their eyes when we were talking, with the only one different being the short woman who went by the name Lana Stone. She was staring at me with eyes that blazed with fire as she showed much more interest than the others + +The remaining team members were 2 mages, a man and a woman dressed in long purple robes with long staffs sparkling with ice elements. The last one was another Knight, this one with a round golden shield covering half of his body and a flail on his other hand + +More introductions followed and the 6 usual rank B hunters that were about to dive into the [Mangrove Swamp] were joined by me. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-28.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-28.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f873b15 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-28.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 27 - [Mangrove Swamp]" +slug: "ch-28" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 28 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1306 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I didn’t like the [Mangrove Swamp] the instant we were transferred in. We appeared in the middle of muddy ground where I could feel my feet sink in a couple of inches. All around us were huge mangrove trees that shot to the sky. The smell was horrendous + +From the information the hunters gave me before we came, this land where we were transferred to was the innermost small patch of land surrounded by a muddy swamp. Our enemies would be coming all around us from the innermost ring of the swamp + +The swamp was special as it had multiple rings. The first wave of enemies we would be facing would all be from the first ring, and the moment all those enemies were killed, a barrier between the innermost ring and the second wider ring would dissipate. + +The moment that barrier dissipated, all the monsters from the second ring would rush towards you. There were 5 rings in the entire swamp, with the fifth ring releasing the BOSS. This really was a killer dungeon. I didn’t like the sticky and hard to move in environment, but my mind couldn’t help but think of the possibilities of this dungeon with my abilities + +To prevent the complete wipeout of the hunting squads, the hunters designated one of the monsters they faced with the title of [Princess]. They could kill all other monsters besides this [Princess], she had to be protected at all cost. Otherwise, the moment she dies, the 2nd barrier will break and more enemies will rush in before they could catch their breath + +I understood their entire system and soon began to feel the earth trembling beneath my feet. Humongous monsters were coming. + +The first one entering my eyes was a 4-meter large alligator, its huge jaws wide open as it lunged at our group. I instantly cast [Flames of Torment] and flung the thick pillar of flames forward as if it were a spearheading directly into the open jaws + +SSSS! + +Sounds of meat being burnt rang out, with a burnt smell right after as the inside of the alligator was destroyed by the rotating pillar of flames. I was thankful that this rank D skill had reached 100 proficiency and continued to be enhanced by support skills that allowed it to take down rank B monsters + +"Haha, good work newbie!" The short tank, Lana Stone, was holding the tower shield twice her size shouted as she and the rest of the group members moved to block and attack the other incoming alligators + +"I’ll hold on to the [Princess]!" The other tank with a flail and golden shield said as his body glowed blue and withstood the charges of other alligators. The berserker with the broadsword held his sword now enveloped with flames and swiped at the neck of another one, making a clear clean-cut as if there was no resistance from their scaly armor + +The other berserker with two swords struck out and unleashed a huge cross-shaped sword light that went forward to butcher another set of alligators. The two mages weren’t lagging behind as they had already cast their spells. The area in front of them quickly became icy and froze all the incoming alligators, which is when the berserkers came in and shattered them with a swing of their swords. The mages then pulled back behind Lana before continuing to cast other spells + +I liked their teamwork and began moving seriously myself. 10 golden swords appeared in the air and rushed down to each of the remaining alligators besides the [Princess], piercing their hard dry scales and nailing them to the ground + +I did this repeatedly a few times, taking down tens of alligators before the hunting squad looked at me in surprise after witnessing the enhanced power of [Smite] and shouted words of encouragement soon after as they went to reinforce the Knight with the golden shield on holding off the [Princess]. + +"Newbie, I knew I felt something special from you. Don’t hold back!" Lana said as she went to help hold off the one remaining alligator, her small body powerfully moving the large tower shield as if it was weightless + +The two Knights rotated on holding off the [Princess] until 10 minutes passed when everybody had regained most of their energy, a sword bathed in flames ended its life. A sound was heard as if a bubble had popped, before even more tremors could be heard as more alligators rushed in + +The squad members always stayed in a tight-knit formation throughout, with the mages and I in the middle, the Knights and Berserkers on the outside. Even while being swarmed by tens of alligators, they held them off successfully + +I was casting [Smite] after about every minute thereafter, cleaning off a majority of the alligators without completely overpowering everything and making the short tank throw me even more fiery gazes + +The chosen [Princess] of this round was kept alive for 20 minutes before everyone was good to go once more. We repeated this process until the third and fourth barrier was released, the thrill getting to me as I watched these powerful rank B hunters throw out skills in similar power to mine + +The release of the fourth barrier was only done after a [Princess] had been held down for half an hour, the hunter squad regaining their strength at their peak before all of their gazes focused on the male mage. They seemed to come to an understanding as they nodded their heads and told me to not go away from them under any circ.u.mstances while we began clearing this next wave + +I nodded curiously as I waited to see what surprise they were going to pull off as I watched more than a hundred huge alligators desperately clawing their way towards us. The mage held his staff forward as he was protected in a circle and aimed it toward the incoming monsters. Thirty seconds passed with nothing happening, and then the heat began to rapidly rise all around us + +I was shocked as I looked up and saw balls of thick magma raining from the sky and barreling down to the large groups of alligators making their way here. + +BOOOM!!! + +Sounds like bombs were constantly going off could be heard whenever the large balls of magma fell down and burned everything around it, turning any that were near into mincemeat. More than half of the alligators were wiped out with this one attack + +My eyes shined as I looked at the heavily panting mage that had fallen to the ground. That type of skill...I wanted one! + +My heart was pounding as I replayed the scene of the raining magma balls from before. This skill, I really did want one badly. If I could grab a skill like this, with my abilities...I was imagining how I could easily clear out large groups of monsters in seconds + +I was daydreaming too much as someone had to scream to get my attention back to the monsters. "Come on newbie, don’t lay there gaping and let’s take care of the remaining beasts!" + +The miniature tank was laughing crazily as she went forward to block the remaining wave that had reached us. I clicked my tongue while bringing back my focus and cast [Smite] once more. I shaved off a majority of the remaining crocodiles by casting the 10 golden blades every 30 seconds. With the 2 berserkers butchering with their swords, only a [Princess] soon remained. The moment this remaining alligator was killed, An unimaginably large TITAN would be coming for us + +I was curious to see how they usually handled this BOSS if their mage chose to cast such a powerful skill just before to avoid being surrounded by hundreds of alligators. Which hunter would come out with another surprise now? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-29.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-29.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..97b1d45 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-29.md @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 28 - [Mangrove Swamp II]" +slug: "ch-29" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 29 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1551 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I was expectantly waiting for another surprise from these genuine rank B hunters. One showed an extremely powerful skill that took out tens of rank B monsters in a blink, although it seemed to be at the cost of her entire mana reserves + +The Knights continued to solidly defend even when they had tens of monsters surrounding them, never letting a single one pass through to their squad members. + +I wouldn’t be waiting long to see the BOSS as half an hour quickly passed and the last [Princess] was killed. I waited to hear the furious tremors of a huge TITAN rushing through the swamp but instead just felt the entire swamp shake once with everything going silent after. It then shook once more a few seconds after + +These were...just its steps? I was shocked while feeling the tremors that traveled through the murky waters. The TITAN was slowly making its way towards us in unhurried steps. This was something that would instill fear into the hearts of hunters, but looking at these veterans that had dived into this dungeon multiple times before, they had determined expressions while waiting for the boss + +The berserker holding the huge broadsword spoke to me. "Continue casting your golden blades to disrupt it’s attention when the fight starts. If you can aim them at its eyes, it’ll reduce its combat power even if it can still sense us" + +I nodded and prepared to face off against the huge beast on the horizon. It felt like a big mountain was gradually coming closer as the beast neared, its scales shining a dark green color, with its eyes shining a terrifying light. It looked at us a distance away as it’s humongous jaws opened and an unnatural sound came out + +OOOOOO!!! + +The sound was grating to the ears as the huge alligator’s mouth now showed rows and rows of glistening sharp teeth. Its upper jaw was much wider than the lower one, causing its teeth to be completely hidden when its jaws were snapped shut. But now that it was open...the sight was horrible to behold. + +The man with the flaming sword continued with his directions "Spread out! Knights, keep it busy, and don’t get eaten!" + +The two Knights nodded as this wasn’t the first time, and they took their positions to the left and right of the alligator. The flames on the sword the berserker was holding began to dance wildly before they exploded and went to...cover the entire body of the hunter + +I was startled at this type of skill as the man in front of me had his body wreathed in flames. A howl escaped from him as he rushed forward to meet the TITAN head-on. There was a blinding expanse of light as the berserker was flung back right away, looking like a huge fireball. + +10 golden blades had quickly appeared and half of them went towards each eye in a straight line. A pained sound rang out as the eyes of the humongous alligator were ruptured with puss leaking out + +The berserker with dual blades took this chance to release two large sword lights that smacked onto the right side of the alligator, heavily injuring it. It didn’t sit still as it turned to the side and the next thing we knew, a scaly tail twice our size was shining in green light as it whizzed its way towards us + +The two Knights shouted as their bodies glowed and transparent shields of light appeared in front both of them when the tail struck + +BOOM! + +The land shook from the impact, but Knights stood their ground and the strike was stopped. Continuing with the momentum, a flaming berserker rushed in once more, spinning in the air as he constantly released fire blades that struck down on the head of the alligator + +I cast [Smite] once again and had the 10 blades aim towards its open jaws when it was howling in pain, rupturing the softer skin inside. The remaining mage that was silent all this time finally acted, her glimmering staff pointed forward as an icicle the size of a car came down and pierced the already mangled head of the TITAN, cutting short its screams as blood and brain matter splattered all around + +My blood was boiling as I watched all of these fantastical skills and couldn’t wait to start amassing higher ranked skills of my own. I looked at the corpse of the disfigured TITAN and promised myself to run this dungeon at least tens of times in the coming days to see what rank B skills would pop out, and of course, the rare chance of a rank A skill dropping + +The hunting squad members were cheering at the finished raid as a green crystal appeared. Lana came towards me and said "Not bad newbie! Those blades of yours allowed us to finish our raid in record time, our profits are about to increase!" + +The rest of the members laughed as they gathered together and checked to see if anybody was injured. The mage that had cast the amazing looking skill where magma balls fell from the sky was up on his feet again as they collected the loot and prepared to leave the dungeon + +I looked around me at the multitude of alligator corpses, and the even larger one by the side. I knew I could clear this dungeon if I came in alone, but it would take me a lot of time to take down hundreds of alligators and this huge beast, and I loved clearing dungeons as quickly as possible + +My highest ranking offensive skill was C, and I felt like I needed a high damage rank B skill similar to these hunters for an even smoother BOSS run. The face of a chiseled man popped in my head as I thought about what to do next + +After the [Core]s and an [Item] that dropped were collected, we placed our hands on the green crystal and were transferred to the outside world once more. Officers that were standing guard near the monolith were surprised and checked their watches when we came out. The dungeon was completed in under 3 hours this time around because of my addition + +I took down the contact information of the rank B hunters as they invited me to go with them to celebrate. I thought about it as I recalled I hadn’t really associated myself in any social settings for a quite a while, maybe this would be something good to do. The dungeon wasn’t going anywhere, and a few hours of new places wouldn’t hurt. I told them I’d catch up with them as I already planned to do something else at the moment and went towards the office of the Vice Admiral + +Bypassing the many security points, I came back to the office filled with stacks of paper once again. Magnar looked at an antique clock on the wall before smiling at me and saying "Everything went well I presume?" + +"Very, and I would love to continue to help, but I’m going to need a favor from you first" + +The man’s eyes perked up as he listened to my words. This time around, I wanted to look through the offensive rank B skills in the hands of the military that I could learn to make my run of the dungeon even smoother. Even if I was good enough to beat it now, being even more prepared was not an issue + +I could’ve jumped into the dungeon and spent some time clearing it for rank B skills, but the drops were random so I would never know how long I’d be diving before a skill that I actually wanted to use drops + +The lower-ranking skills were also quickly losing their effectiveness, as the rank F [Fireball] would not dent the scales of rank B monsters and wasn’t used even once the entire dungeon dive. + +"Just a single rank B skill? I can make something like that happen, let me call someone in" + +I nodded at him and waited by the side. A minute later, a woman dressed in business wear came into the room and greeted the Vice Admiral + +"Boss, here’s the doc.u.ment you wanted." + +Magnar nodded at her as he grabbed the thick book and handed it to me. + +"This is the inventory of all rank B skills that haven’t been distributed yet. Let us know which one fits your taste and we’ll take it out of storage for you" + +Magnar looked at the hunter in front of him that was intently looking through the inventory of skill books and smiled at the achievement of recruiting another excellent hunter. + +Seeing how he almost halved the dungeon run, his help would continue to bring in even more resources in the weeks to come. He just hoped this hunter’s addition along with everything else they were trying to do would bolster their strength enough to stand against what was coming. What they really needed were more of the peak rank A hunters, but they couldn’t be cultivated as quickly + +He was also looking favorably at the hunter in front of him as another candidate, as his power had skyrocketed just in the past week, maybe there were still more surprises from him \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-3.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-3.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dcb4b00 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-3.md @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 2 - Hunter License" +slug: "ch-3" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 3 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1436 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +As soon as I was back in my apartment, I took deep breaths and analyzed everything that had happened so far. + +No numbers were showing for my [Focus], something I have never heard about before. Yet, I could still cast skills that require focus. I did not feel any exhaustion while casting F ranked skill over 500 times. + +My goodness. Taking another deep breath, I continued thinking + +The most important question now is, Do I just have an abnormal amount of Focus that surpasses most people, or something else? This was the biggest thing on my mind, as even the strongest B ranked Awakened individuals cannot cast skills that many times without exhausting themselves + +Alright...with that in mind, I need to test just how many times I can continue to cast skills before I can’t anymore. Which also means I need to get my hands on higher-ranked skills that consume more energy + +With that in mind, a smile bloomed on my face + +Just the fact that I could cast an F ranked skill more than 500 times meant amazing things. As long as I am not braindead, I can easily clear an F and E ranked dungeons, even if I’m alone + +D ranked dungeons might be a stretch, as the strength of monsters increase and I would need higher ranked skills besides fireball to take them down + +But there’s no problem taking things slow. I pull out my phone and look at the remaining balance in my bank account + +$5,867 + +Enough money for rent and food for a few months, and the remainder of my savings. I convinced myself to buy the F ranked skill book, [Fireball], for $20,000. After this, most of my inheritance money was now gone + +A year ago, when the apocalypse began, my parents were not so lucky to survive. I was stuck in the bas.e.m.e.nt of my old house asleep and escaped the onslaught of monsters that were taken care of by the government and newly awakened people after a few days + +As time passed, more information was released to the public. Monsters had appeared. Most of them congregated in Dungeons. If they were left alone, they would increase and something called dungeon break would occur. This caused monsters to leave the dungeon and indiscriminately attack everything on site + +But never fear, Awakened people are here. Able to use powerful skills and great strength to protect everyone else... + +And now, I was among those people too + +The first order of business? Obtain an Awakened License that will allow me to enter dungeons. Without a license, you cannot bypass the security that allows the Awakened to clear dungeons + +You can get a license fairly easily, as you just have to be examined and exhibit skills. I was itching to get started as soon as possible, so I grabbed my backpack and rushed downtown. + +With the advent of monsters and heroes, many of the populations were condensed onto a few protected cities. Almost everything was close to each other, so the Awaken Center was not too far away + +A few minutes and I was already there. On the way, I saw the usual people with sullen faces and occasional awakened individuals rushing about. + +The Awakened Center was vibrating with life, as long lines of people visiting shops could be seen, with even more carefully selling monster [Cores] to the authorities + +Many people chose to first consume the [Cores] and get stronger themselves, but many more also sold them to the government and other markets as they went for high prices + +[Vitality Core]s and [Strength Core]s went for around a $1000, while [Focus] cores were almost double that price because of their demand + +I moved my eyes to another section of the Center, which was dealing in the selling of Skill Books ranging from F to C. Obtaining a C ranked skill book was a dream for many people, as they were extremely rare and went for more than half a million dollars + +Looking at the skill books that I greatly desired, I shook my head and moved towards the Registration Hall. + +The receptionist was very welcoming, asking for my name, date of birth, address, and bank account information + +As soon as she had everything down, I was told to head toward a certain door where my ability would be observed. + +There were 3 people standing behind thick glass and an open area with testing dummies. After hearing the directions, I stood a few meters from the dummies and cast [Fireball] consecutively 8 times, making sure to look like I was struggling to get the last few out + +"Wow.." (Judge 1) + +"A peak F rank huh..." (Judge 2) + +Drawing a few surprises from the observers behind the thick glass, everything was completed successfully and I received my license. It was a golden card similar to a credit card with my name, age, and rank. The surprise from the observers was most likely due to the fact that high ranked awakened are extremely rare, with there being only one B ranked awakened in this city that is known publicly + +There a few tens of C ranked awakened, a few hundred D ranks, and thousands of E and F ranks. Most of the hunters were F ranked, so being at the peak of this rank at the starting point was a good thing by itself + +One can slowly raise their rank by absorbing [Core]s, but unless you were in the army where they were provided for you by the government or in a rich household that could buy them in mass, you would rise very slowly + +There were some slight changes to the panel on the corner of my eyes as I walked out of the Awakened Center and received my license. + +[Noah] [Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 10] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 10] + +[Skill(s): (Fireball-8)] + +A new occupation had appeared, marking me as an official awakened Hunter, and...Oh? + +I was surprised because I didn’t see it before, but the proficiency of the [Fireball] skill had quickly risen to 8. The was an extremely fast process when it took people weeks to raise their proficiency with their skill + +I guess it is understandable as I was able to cast the skill more than 500 times, and most people have to use their skills over a period of weeks to reach that number + +My next course of action after getting my license was the nearest beginner dungeon in this city, [Ape’s Paradise] + +Boasting 10 floors, each floor held 10-20 monsters, with the last floor housing a huge black Ape 3 meters in size. This dungeon was regularly cleared by parties of F and E ranked Hunters, who could take on the monsters and the boss without fear of casualties if everyone was doing their jobs + +Parties consisting of 2 Knights who put their focus on their [Vitality], 2 berserkers with their focus on [Strength], and 2 mages with their focus on [Focus] were the most common for this dungeon + +The Knights act as tanks to ward off coming monsters, Berserkers use their high strength to strike down and protect the mages that are the brunt of the firepower to kill everything on site + +Equipment from dungeons was extremely rare, so most people had to make do with newly designed machetes or metal pipes and iron shields as their first equipment. Only the boss of the dungeon had a chance to drop [Skill Book]s and [Items]. + +Any item dropped from a dungeon was highly sought after, with their prices not being too different from the [Skill Book]s + +My goal today was to enter [Ape’s Paradise]... and alone at that. My heart was pounding at this crazy idea. When the thought was forming in my head, I had to ask myself multiple times if I had gone insane + +But it will not be that dangerous. Seeing how I can cast my Skills so many times without feeling any fatigue, the rank of my [Focus], even though I cant f.u.c.k.i.n.g see it for some reason, should be nearing B if not A + +And any rank B hunter can easily clear Rank F and E dungeons, though they don’t care to, and put their focus on higher-ranked dungeons + +Now, with me being the only F ranked Hunter entering and clearing this dungeon...My heart was pounding from the possible rewards + +Usually, rewards are split between the many members of the Party, But I would keep all the [Core]s and possible [Skill Book]s and [Item]s that drop. Just the thought of it made my heart excited + +I steeled my resolve and heading towards [Ape’s Paradise] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-30.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-30.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eedccfa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-30.md @@ -0,0 +1,77 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 29 - The Coliseum" +slug: "ch-30" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 30 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1252 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The book held a list of many more skills than I expected, making me spend some time deciding my first rank B offensive skill. A disastrous skill caught my eye with its high damage potential and the fact that it would match extremely well with the [Mangrove Swamp]’s huge cl.u.s.ters of alligators that would swarm towards me once I went in alone + +I let the Vice Admiral know of my selection and spent a few minutes talking while the assistant went out, coming back ten minutes later with a suitcase that held a thick book + +I received the suitcase and absorbed the skill [Miniature Tornado: For 10 seconds, unleash a rotating column of sharp winds that follow your commands] + +The skill appeared in my panel without an issue, and I was looking forward to spamming as much of it as I could when hundreds of alligators swarmed me from all sides + +I gave my thanks to the Vice Admiral and stepped out of the office. The short tank, Lana Stone, had already sent an address on my phone of where I should be joining them. I’ll indulge myself in this bit of socializing before going back to my lone ways of decimating dungeons + +I got out of the military sector and got a ride towards the location. The streets of Star City were packed with energy and people, making you rethink whether half the land had really been turned into a desolate wasteland and people were still fighting for their lives + +This being one of the core defense cities of the Empire, there were very few incidents of monsters causing deaths and destruction once things stabilized. The unawakened people thus looked up to the hunters that were diving into dungeons to protect them every day and aspired to be like them + +The car neared a grand structure that could be seen from anywhere in the city. It took my breath away as I remembered seeing videos of structures like these that were in multiple inner cities across the Empire. The excited faces of people rushing in through the huge double doors and the shouts and screams could already be heard from here. This was the place where hunters fought and competed for fun. This, was The Coliseum. + +I shot a text to Lana that I was here, and someone approached me a few minutes after to lead me past the lines of people. Booming sounds of boos and cheers were already resounding throughout the huge building as we went in and neared spaces with fewer people. The Coliseum was built similar to those in ancient cultures, a huge oval amphitheater with thousands of seats + +The Hunting Squad had a huge space all to themselves close to the arena floor in the middle where there were already hunters fighting. I joined them and watched the ongoing match which seemed to be between two rank C hunters + +The fights were brutal, as the bloodier they were the more cheers the crowd gave. Drinks and food were already brought in and we began talking when the short tank turned to me and screamed in my ears over the loud cheering + +"We might be lucky enough to see an amazing show in a few minutes, apparently Lightning Hand is bored enough once again and is announcing a competition soon!" + +I listened to her words as I recalled who Lightning Hand was. This was one of the few known rank A hunters of the Empire, I didn’t realize he was in Star City. What was someone strong like him about to do? + +The fight between the two rank C hunters was gradually coming to a close as the mage ran out of mana and was now being beaten to a pulp by the berserker. The crowd was screaming like they were possessed as a ringing sound was heard and the fight was finished + +The cheers reached an even higher pitch when the match was done and a burly man with his body crackling with lightning appeared on the four huge screens in the middle of the coliseum + +He was standing in a section close to us surrounded by pretty women when he grabbed a mic and his booming voice could be heard throughout + +"HELLO CITIZENS OF STAR CITY!" + +The strong voice rang out like a clap of lightning and the cheers from the spectators reached a fevered pitch + +"We’re in for a great show today, as I will be putting forth a prize that no hunter can say no to..." + +Lightning Hand rose his hand in the air as a thick book appeared between his fingers. "This, my dear citizens, is the rank A skill book, [Flight]!" + +The crowd went silent for a second before even louder cheers resounded. My mind received a shock as I looked up at the man on the screen and the glistening skill book he was holding + +The hunting squad members got up from their seats as serious expressions rose on their faces + +The man whose body had tendrils of lightning dancing on it continued "For today only, in the next 30 minutes, the winner of a Free for All fight will get to take this bad boy home!!!" + +The loud screams continued to increase as hunters from all over the stadiums rose up with greedy faces. This was a rank A skill, something that rarely dropped in rank B dungeons, and only ever came out from the dungeons that very few hunters could delve in. This was the dream of many hunters + +Even I was expectant to get my hands on something like this. [Flight], something that literally allowed you to...well, fly + +"Now, for all the hunters that want to participate, jump into the ring!" + +The moment his words finished, multiple hunters began jumping from their seats onto the huge circular arena at the center of the coliseum. Hunters were greedy for skills but were smart enough not to lose their lives. Most of the ones that jumped in were rank C hunters and a few rank Bs + +The members of the hunting squad look at each other before the short tank said "Haha, lets put our restrictions aside and see which person is lucky enough to get this pie falling from the sky" + +The rest of them nodded at this and also jumped down to join the hunters on the ground. I looked at the outpouring of hunters that were filling the arena and rose up myself + +It was already half-filled with dense numbers of hunters that were putting their lives on the line. I looked at this and jumped down myself with a sigh. I really couldn’t sit out on something like this + +Rank A skills were so rare that getting another skill like this would be near impossible unless you farmed the high ranking dungeon tens or hundreds of times. Even now I was questioning why this Rank A hunter was giving it away on a whim + +He continued talking as the hunters continued to fill into the arena "The rules for the Free for All are simple, the last man standing...WINS" + +The crowd had gone crazy as the build-up to the fight continued, with people standing up hysterically shouting as if they were the ones getting the prize + +A few minutes passed by with no other hunters jumping into the ring. Lightning Hand looked around the densely packed arena and raised his arm. Quietness ensued in the huge coliseum before he brought it down and shouted "START!" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-31.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-31.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd29dfe --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-31.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 30 - Free for All" +slug: "ch-31" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 31 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1262 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The arena was filled with screams as soon as the fight started, with explosions of skills bouncing from all around. The rank C hunters were taking each other out without a question, their eyes filled with greed. + +The lower-ranked hunters here were those whose greed had surpassed their common sense, as the sane ones stayed on their seats to keep on watching the moment they realized the people competing for this would mostly be rank B + +I watched the scene of chaos unfolding in front of me as I smiled and activated both [Stealth] and [Camouflage]. I disappeared from the sights of all the hunters and watched the scene while fully protected with multiple defensive skills that brushed off any spell that accidentally came my way + +The audience was screaming in a frenzy as they watched the bloody fight below, calling for more blood anytime someone fell. Rank B hunters gradually began to move in full force, devastating skills beginning to fly out + +The squad I had dived into [Mangrove Swamp] with were all far apart fighting their own battles, but one of the mages was already knocked out cold. At the center of attention was a hunter holding two round shields with his body bathed in golden light. This Knight pushed back all attacks and hunters that neared him with explosive blasts of white light the moment they neared + +Multiple hunters were falling just from him alone. Opposite on the other side was a woman holding a bow that was shooting flaming arrows and heavily wounding the hunters that were struck + +I watched all of this while evading any hunters rushing about and absorbing the stray attacks without the notice from any hunters. The bloody fight continued until most of the rank C hunters were knocked out, leaving 9 rank B hunters on the floor of the arena intently staring at each other + +AAAHH!!! + +One of them couldn’t hold on any longer and let out a battle cry while rushing to another hunter nearest to him. Another brawl ensued, with the hunter holding the two round shields continuing to push away any skills and attack with explosive blasts of white light + +From the hunting squad I knew, only the berserker with the flaming sword continued, his entire body wreathed in flames once more as he took on two other hunters by himself. The rest of the team members were knocked out cold or sitting out injured + +I found a relatively far place in the arena away from the fight that had a ton of rank C hunters either knocked out or struggling painfully and sat down while continuing to observe the fight. My aim was to do very little work and defeat the last hunter standing that should be exhausted to obtain this rank A skill easily + +The hard fight continued as it came down to two hunters facing off in the Arena, the hunter bathed in a golden light that was holding two shields and the hunter with a bow that shot scalding hot flames. Their standoff was building up the anticipation among the audience as the cheers continued + +I was looking forward to doing very little work and win when I felt the air change. Instead of heading towards each other, two hunters turned towards my location at the same time. + +Well shit + +I stood up and got ready for the fight early as it seemed the hunters saw through my [Stealth] and [Camouflage]. Did they have a skill that helped in detection or something else? + +Oh well, it doesn’t matter anyway. A bright smile bloomed on my face as I watched the woman draw her bow and shoot multiple flaming arrows towards me and the shining Knight rushed forward + +I would at least get a chance to test the destructive force of the newly gained skill against two rank B hunters that seem to be standing at the peak of this rank. [Miniature Tornado] was cast for the first time + +A swirling mass of sharp winds appeared in front of me that dispersed the flame arrows that were rushing towards me and pushed back the glowing Knight. I felt the winds move my dark hair around as I commanded the skill to go towards the nearest hunter + +The body of the glowing Knight...expanded? Wow, his body actually expanded as the blinding light shooting out of him increased, withstanding the heavy and sharp winds until the skill faded a few seconds after as it had a 10-second duration + +His body came back to normal size while he was roughly breathing, seeming proud of being able to withstand the attack. I gave a light laugh as I shook my head and cast another [Miniature Tornado] + +The Knight’s face turned ashen as he saw another coming right at him and used the two shields to try and withstand the rotating winds to no avail, being blown away with cuts all over his body a second after + +The remaining hunter on the field that was shooting arrows had moved a further distance away from me while continuing to shoot. I wouldn’t let her have her way as I used [Whirlwind] to close the distance and cast another [Miniature Tornado] at her position. The rapidly rotating winds swiped the hunter off her feet, inflicting heavy damage on the armor and skin beneath it, the force ultimately blasting her onto the walls of the arena + +Silence followed after as I stood in a field of hunters that were either knocked out or crying painfully, with a few missing some limbs + +"WAAAA!!!" + +The crowd’s cries reached another decibel higher as they saw the end of the fight, and the booming voice of the rank A Hunter could be heard + +"Haha, good, good, good!" + +The man repeated the same words three times before he leaped up from the area he was in and fell down towards the arena like a strike of lightning. He looked me up and down and laughed once more before pulling out a glistening book from his storage ring + +"Calm yet careful, smart, and also powerful. Haha, this skill book isn’t wasted on you. It was supposed to go to the rank B hunter with the highest achievements in the city, but I’m impulsive and I believe in opportunity and luck. This, is your fortune!" + +The skill book was carried by a thin layer of sparkling electricity and drifted towards me. I was marveling at the skills of a rank A hunter while looking at this monster of a man in front of me. His body seemed like a volcano ready to erupt and smash anything standing on its way + +I knew I wasn’t ready to face someone like this yet. My attributes had only just broke through to rank B because of some support skills, and I needed to put in a lot more work if I wanted to catch up to people at this stage before everything crumbled + +"Thank you for the opportunity" I grabbed the skill book, absorbing it right then and there without wasting a single second as I thanked the man surrounded by lightning. + +"Use it wisely and try to reach for higher places" He nodded as his body lifted off the ground effortlessly, leaving behind a few words before shooting up to skies and being gone in a flash of light + +I could barely follow the speed of that lightning as it went away, making me even more excited to go back to my lone ways of dungeon diving and quickly gain that level of strength. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-32.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-32.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e54dfe1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-32.md @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 31 - Gradually moving forward" +slug: "ch-32" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 32 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1451 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I watched the flash of lightning disappear on the horizon and went around the arena to look for the hunting squad members. Some were knocked out cold but they all had only minor injuries. With the strength of a rank B hunter, wounds like that would heal after a long night sleep or a few healing spells + +The crowd was calming down as the defeated hunters got up and left the arena. I said my goodbyes to the hunters that were already up and moving and left, all my attention on getting stronger by farming dungeons until the strength of rank A wasn’t far away from me + +I passed by the overcrowded exit with people rushing about and walked out of the coliseum, making my way back to the military complex. After passing through all the checkpoints, I didn’t go back to the living quarters and went straight toward the [Mangrove Swamp] + +Strength was respected in this city, I didn’t plan on hiding in the shadows for too long. I’ll show them a glimpse of what I can do while still hiding a major part of my strength to account for any unknowns. Because of the incoming threats of beasts though, there would be no use hiding my strength as it would gradually be shown in time + +I thought about turning on [Stealth] and disappearing from everyone’s eyes when I first entered the dungeon alone, but decided otherwise. Unless a peak rank B hunters similar to the ones I found in the coliseum coincidentally happened to pass by when I activated the skill, I should be able to control the information of how frequently I enter this dungeon by choosing when to turn [Stealth] on and off to be purposefully seen + +I will go in the first time without hiding, and turn on [Stealth] when I inevitably beat the dungeon in record time. I’ll keep myself hidden during these times so that my impossible clear time will be kept under wraps + +I showed my ID to the confused guards patrolling around the dungeon as they watched me with increasingly shocked expressions go towards the dungeon and disappear from their sight + +--- + +"What?! He went in by himself?" + +Magnar abruptly stood up while listening to the report that just came in. The gears in his mind were turning as he asked himself if he had struck gold with this hunter while seeing this show of confidence, or if he had miscalculated entirely and wasted some resources. His impassive look came back to his face as he thought, "Only time will tell" + +--- + +At another location in one of the luxurious hotels in Star City. + +A man was fuming from a phone call he just received. He was a veteran rank B hunter that was halfway through becoming rank A. He was already holding two rank A skills, and needed just one more to fully be considered a legitimate A ranker that could dive into the highest dungeons known + +A book that had dropped recently and was in the possession of Lightning Hand was supposed to go to the next rank B hunter on a list. His name was at the top of that list. Yet Lightning Hand had played around with the book and gifted it to some random rank B by making up a competition in the middle of the day + +He couldn’t even look at the direction of the rank A hunter that recklessly gave the skill away, but he could definitely go after that rank B hunter who received it. He thought of this as he pulled out his phone to dial another number. + +In the unfortunate event that the hunter dies...He will still get his hands on that rank A skill + +--- + +I appeared on that same patch of land surrounded by murky green waters all around me. The rushing of alligators could already be felt the moment I entered. This time around, there would not be any games of keeping one alive to rest or relax. + +I let out a cheeky smile as I prepared to get started. This will be a constant and relentless fight all the way through without a second wasted. + +The first order of business...was checking out [Flight] + +My body slowly began lifting off the ground when the skill was activated, following my thoughts while slowly rising. If I thought about moving up, I moved up. Any direction I wanted and I could do it in a heartbeat. + +I hovered a few meters in the air and enjoyed the feeling when the alligators reached the small patch of land and jumped up with their wide jaws open + +I looked at these fumbling alligators below me and decided to get started. This time around, I won’t be stopping. I’ll bulldoze through everything with as much power as I can without worrying too much + +I didn’t even start off like usual by casting the skills gradually while watching these monsters die. A [Miniature Tornado] appeared at the center of the alligators, and then another two appeared to their left and right, and they kept on increasing + +The rotating forces of the [Miniature Tornado] shredded the hard scales of the alligators as if they were paper and turned them to mincemeat, very quickly turning the scene below into a mixture of blood and gore + +The first barrier was released and more alligators were rushing where I was, but I would not wait for them. I commanded my body to fly forward, testing the speed of the skill for the first time. The result? Fast. How fast I didn’t know as I didn’t even know how to measure myself, but I was able to get to the point where the first barrier disappeared in a few seconds just as the new alligators were rushing in. If I could put it into words then just as fast as a car speeding down a highway, if not faster + +[Miniature Tornado] was cast once again, as multiple swirling vortexes appeared and shredded everything on site. The next minutes passed like this, with me flying around the [Mangrove Swamp] casting [Miniature Tornado] on every beast that I saw. + +It wasn’t long before the last barrier was broken and the huge slumbering TITAN rose up. What met it were constantly replenishing [Miniature Tornado], where a new one would appear the moment one disappeared + +ROAR!!! + +The large rank B beast that required multiple rank B hunters to hunt it could put up no defenses or cast any skills on the face of multiple and never-ending disastrous tornadoes, quickly letting out a roar before dying. + +...I breathed out loudly as I controlled my breathing to calm down. This was how I would start to do things from now on. I won’t care too much about the thoughts of others and their reactions, not if I continue with such rapid progress. This whole dungeon took me what, 30 minutes or slightly more? I wouldn’t let it go this time around + +I had already been collecting the rank B [Core]s as the monsters fell, and I did the same when the huge TITAN was shredded and dropped more of them and a rank B skill book. I recalled how [Solael’s Castle] had a chance to drop a higher rank skill even though it was a rank C dungeon, and wondered how many times I had to repeat the rank B dungeon [Mangrove Swamp] before a rank A skill book dropped + +My eyes shined with excitement as I looked forward to this while I stayed in the air and absorbed the rank B cores right away. + +The skill book dropped this time around was [Curse of Slowness], a curse type skill I haven’t come across before that majorly slowed down the speed of the enemy it hit. I didn’t know when I would use this but I absorbed it anyway. I would take in all that I can and think later. + +As soon as the [Core]s dropped in the dungeon were absorbed, I reached out to the green crystal that had risen and was transferred outside the monolith with [Stealth] still active. The [Core]s from one dungeon run were nowhere enough to have me reach the peak of rank B [Vitality] and [Strength] attribute without diving a few times even if I was doing it solo + +The higher you rose, the more cores of equivalent rank you needed to raise your attributes. The [Focus] cores that weren’t useful to me would all be sold later + +I went towards one of the square doors of the monolith as I disappeared inside once again. This time, I will continue to dive into this dungeon even after the sun sets \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-33.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-33.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..168d3e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-33.md @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 32 - A Challenge" +slug: "ch-33" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 33 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1446 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +My dungeon diving that was filled with vigor continued for the next few hours. On the 10th dungeon run, I had maxed out my [Vitality] and [Strength] attributes by absorbing all of the cores that dropped, bringing me to the peak of rank B + +I only dived 3 more times after that before calling it a night. I was lucky enough to receive an [Item] or [Skill Book] on every single one of those 13 runs, with all of them being rank B. Even though everything randomly dropped, I was able to pick up one defensive skill similar to [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] that was called [Golden Halo], which when cast would form a halo of light around my body that rejected any attacks directed at it + +One was an offensive Mage skill called [Doom Bolt], which called forth a dark red lightning bolt that had even higher damage than [Miniature Tornado] as it could stun the TITAN of [Mangrove Swamp] with one hit. The only downside was that it was a single target skill + +There were 3 skills that required specific weapons to be cast so they would be left out to be exchanged later, and the remaining 5 skills were support skills that buffed me in all sorts of ways. [Light Foot] and [Windrider] both collectively increased my speed by 100%, increasing how quickly I moved and flew to an insane degree. + +[Rigorous] increased the effects of all defensive skills by 50% and [Shadow Veil] was another skill similar to [Stealth] and [Camouflage] that I was confident once I had this activated, only rank A hunters would have a chance of noticing me. The last skill that came out in these first 13 runs, [Wild Heart] was my favorite as it increased the damage all my skills dealt by 50%, continuing to make the damage of my skills even deadlier and causing rank D skills to still be somewhat usable even at this point + +Not a single rank A skill was in sight even after these 13 dives, disappointing me but also making me even more expectant for when one actually drops. + +There were 3 [Item]s that dropped along with the skills, 2 of them being [Scale Armor] and a [Fanged Sword]. [Scale Armor] was a rank B item that had vastly better defenses than the rank C [Igneous Armor], so I changed those right away + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 250+40] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 250+60] + +[Skill(s): [F][E](D-Flames of Torment-100)(D-Safeguard-57)(D-Danger Sense-100)(D-Rough Skin-100)(D-Fleeting-100)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-100) (C-Camouflage-100) (C-Aura of Haste-100)(C-Explosive Rune-100)(C-Life Essence-100)(C-Increased Penetration-100) (C-Regeneration-88) (C-Whirlwind-89) (C-Smite-95) (C-Gracefulness-100) (C-Precision-100) (C-Adamant-100) (C-Sharpen-100)(C-War Cry-100) (C-Retaliation-100)(C-Kings Rage-100)(C-Military Tactics-100) (C-Unpredictable-100) (C-Elemental Damage-100)(B-Giant’s Strength-75) (B-Stealth-67) (B-Miniature Tornado-23)*(B-Golden Halo-13)*(B-Doom Bolt-7)*(B-Lightfoot-12)*(B-Windrider-12)*(B-Rigorous-11)*(B-Shadow Veil-11)*(B-Wild Heart-10)*(A-Flight-5)*] + +[Equipment: (3x C-Ring of Storage)(C-Fiery Boots)(C-Fiery Helm)(B-Scale Armor)*] + +My panel looked vastly different from a few days ago, and something I hadn’t focused on caught my eye. Without my knowledge, my [Strength] attribute had already exceeded the common standard of rank A. The [Core]s dropping from rank A dungeons could bring your attributes all the way to 300. Because I always kept a few skills that added attributes active, I gained a bonus that most people have temporarily and made it permanent + +Because of this, my [Vitality] attribute already neared the 300 cap and [Strength] already passed it with 310 even before I absorbed any rank A [Core]s. Just the thought of this was thrilling, as I was already catching up to the rank A hunters, even if I barely had any rank A skills and items + +The disappointment of not gaining any rank A skills from the first day of rushing through the dungeon lifted as I felt the increased force and strength of my body. + +I transferred out of the dungeon for the third time today while not hidden, and received a standing ovation from soldiers that had begun gathering the moment I cleared it alone and ’came out’ 2 hours later. + +It was a big deal to the army as these were things only those standing as rank A hunters could attempt, and they had just effectively sided with such a person. Vice Admiral Magnar came out from the throngs of soldiers and look at me with a hard to read expression and then said + +"I underestimated you, I apologize" + +I laughed off the Vice Admiral’s apology and pulled out the extra [Scale Armor] and [Fanged Sword], along with one of the rank B skill books I didn’t use that dropped in the dungeon + +"I was unlucky enough to receive loot that didn’t fit me at all in these three dungeon runs" I kept the lie going and was planning on selling these to the military, or better yet exchange them for skills that I wanted from their inventory + +The Vice Admiral looked at the items and skill with a thankful expression before his face turned dark + +"I’m thankful that you came to our city and are already contributing to the cause as much as you can, but it seems we might have just brought trouble to you." + +I was surprised at the Vice Admiral’s words and asked "What happened?" + +He looked at me briefly before sighing and continuing "A Death Match has been issued and confirmed between you and Hunter Andrei Nikolaev. Tomorrow is the set date for the match." + +What?! + +This was a complete surprise, as this was something I had never thought to find myself associated with. Death Matches were set up between high ranked hunters that had irreconcilable differences. The Empire didn’t want it to be a habit for its peak hunters to kill one another, so deathmatches were instituted if two hunters found themselves at a point where the only way to solve their issues was to fight + +The matter was to be taken seriously though, so before the match could be issued both the hunters had to agree to put their lives on the line. Only then would the match be confirmed. + +So why the hell was a match involving me that I had no idea about confirmed? + +Seeing my angry expression, the Vice Admiral seemed to have confirmed something. "I heard what happened at The Coliseum today, the issue seems to have arisen from there. Andrei, the son of The Blessed Empire’s Admiral Chekhov, was next in line to be receiving the rank A skill that Lightning Hand was transferring" + +Things quickly began clicking after hearing all of this. I was still irked and asked, "So because he’s the son of an Admiral, he can target someone else entirely, call for a match, and just get to bypass the rules of Death Matches?" + +The general looked down with an apologetic tone as he continued "They cannot touch Lightning Hand for his actions unless they want to cause a fight between the peak powers of the Empire, so targeting you was the easiest thing for them. This is why I have to apologize to you, me bringing you to Star City indirectly put you in the middle of this" + +I thought about this new situation and then asked "So what happens if I attend that deathmatch tomorrow and the other guy ends up dead?" + +I was fairly confident in my strength and didn’t plan on losing to someone who should have yet to be rank A, what I was worried about were the repercussions from it. There was a difficult expression on the Vice Admiral’s face as he said nothing + +I looked at this and at the soldiers around me that were listening in and saw the anger and resignation on their faces. To them, I was a strong hunter that just began clearing [Mangrove Swamp] by himself multiple times a day. This meant there would be more resources flowing into their department + +Yet, this hunter was now about to be taken away. Nobody had to say what would happen if the son of the Admiral of the Empire were to be killed in broad daylight, even if it was in an arena match. None of them saw a way for me to come out of this. The Vice Admiral’s voice rang out again, "I’ve made multiple calls to friends and higher-ups, but nothing worked. Admiral Chekhov has many people among the higher-ups and his pull is strong. The match cannot be rescinded. The one who doesn’t show up will also be blacklisted" + +I nodded at this and laughed to ease the tension, "Haha, there’s no need for all that gloominess. We still don’t know who will still be alive tomorrow. Tell me about this Andrei Nikolaev" + +--- + +Attributes: Vitality 250 +30 from Life Essence,+10 from Military Tactics=290. Strength 250, +50 from Giant’s Strength, + 10 from Military Tactics = 250+50+10=310 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-34.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-34.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..172777f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-34.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 33 - An Approaching Disaster" +slug: "ch-34" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 34 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1220 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The Vice Admiral dispersed the gathering of soldiers and took me back to his office to continue discussing the matter. Andrei Nikolaev was the son of one of The Empire’s Admirals. He was following his father’s footsteps and neared rank A in power, having 2 rank A skills and needing just one more to be qualified and listed as rank A + +So the ticket he was expecting to receive to become one of the peak powers of the world was given to someone else and now he was using his connections to get it back. + +I had no qualms fighting and even taking the guy out, as this would even mean I get to receive one of his rank A skills when he goes down, but I couldn’t stop thinking of the consequences thereafter. I looked to the frowning general that seemed to be using every last brain cell to think and asked "What are the possible fallouts in the case that Andrei Nikolaev dies tomorrow" + +His head shot up as he heard this question from me and said "The full rage of Admiral Chekhov who has thousands of soldiers under him, and he himself is a rank A Hunter" + +I listened to this and asked again "Or?" + +"As we need to be conserving our strength and increase our battle power with the threat of beasts coming down on us, the strength of rank A hunters is important and there cannot be a confrontation between them" + +I nodded my head as I heard this and replied with a smile "Then it isn’t a problem, as long as I have power rivaling rank A, I can take care of anything that comes my way" + +I looked to the Vice Admiral in front of me as his eyes glowed when he heard this. He seemed to think before replying "If that’s the case, then there’s another call I can make that can handle the fall out happening tomorrow" + +With the discussion being over, I left the office holding a folder that held more information on Andrei Nikolaev as I made my way to the living quarters. There was only food for me to enjoy this time around as I had to focus on understanding the skills I just gained today and prepare for something momentous tomorrow + +I wasn’t fearful of what would happen when the son of an Admiral died. This thought passed in my mind, making me realize just how far I had grown in such a short span of time. Admirals were at the top of the food chain in the Empire, and now I was in a position where I could be facing one sometime soon + +I was eating the exemplary food on the table as I ran simulations in my head for the battle to come. Because of keeping skills that drained a huge amount of energy but gave a great momentary boost in power active all the time, my attributes already met those in the A rank category + +That wasn’t to mention all the skills that increased my overall defense, speed, casting and attack speed, evasion, and overall damage by huge percentages. These skills layered on top of active defense skills like [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] and the recently acquired [Golden Halo] made me realize just how strong I currently was + +Even though nothing was tested, I doubt a single rank B could get through my defenses, and maybe I would be injured from the attacks of a rank A hunter. The classification of having three rank A skills before being coined a genuine rank A hunter was to satisfy the high pedestal that rank signified + +Only those that were truly strong could be considered in that rank, and having the versatility of using 3 rank A skills affirmed that. + +Possible plans continued forming in my head as to how this whole thing would end and soon I felt confident enough to face whatever came at me these next few days. I wouldn’t sacrifice my sleep because of it though and wrapped myself up in the silk bed sheets and fell asleep + +--- + +In the skies above the Empire. + +A dashing woman with golden hair was comfortably lying on top of a huge flying beast. She held a bewitching smile on her face as words dripping with honey left her lips. "Little Magnar is redeeming his one favor for a rising hunter...just who could you be to catch the eyes of one of the few sane men in the Empire?" + +She was a veteran rank A hunter that was just below the renowned Steel Mikhail. Her flowing golden hair and the huge beast she flew on would cause mischief anywhere she went. She was now heading to Star City + +--- + +Morning of the next day. + +News had spread all over Star City of a main event Death Match that would be occurring in The Coliseum during the day. The two hunters participating each held rank A skills, making them on the cusp of breaking through to the exclusive position of a rank A hunter + +The one coming out of it alive would most likely be the newly born rank A hunter to appear in Star City + +The excitement was palpitating as all the seats had already been reserved and taken in a few hours, packing the Coliseum to its limits. Those who couldn’t watch were left with turning on their TVs and watching the commentators describe the two figures that would be fighting as the main event + +One was a known hunter in the Empire, the son of one of its Admirals and a peak hunter that was bound to be given the rank A title in no time, Andrei Nikolaev. The other was a rising rookie with an empty track record, becoming known just recently by winning a free for all match against other rank B hunters, Noah Osmont. New information came in that this character is able to dive and complete rank B dungeons alone, but this news was not yet verified + +There were a few friends watching the live feed of the packed arena and listening to the commentators when one spoke with a bored expression + +"Why are you guys even looking at this match as something exciting? This is obviously just another show of power from those assholes at the top, bullying that rising hunter to get what they want" (Friend #1) + +"Hey! You didn’t get to see the free for all match yesterday, that new guy blew away the Golden Tank and the Flaming Witch as if it was nothing!" (Friend #2) + +"Haha, no way a random nobody will even touch a hair on Andrei, we’re just gonna watch another bloody fight today. I just hope he lasts long enough and the match isn’t cut short!" (Friend #3) + +The bored friend listened to this as he shook his head despondently while thinking, ’Nothing has changed at all since the advent of the apocalypse’ + +The fight was set to be happening in a few hours. Figures were alerted around the Empire of this impending match. Some didn’t care, others were angry at the loss of a potential rank A hunter that would be happening for no reason. Others were just carefully waiting to see what new waves would be made from this fight \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-35.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-35.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86fd5d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-35.md @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 34 - A Show of Strength" +slug: "ch-35" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 35 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1188 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Morning of the next day, Vice Admiral Magnar had put up an entire regiment together to escort me to the Coliseum. It wasn’t as much for protection as a show of support as we rode from the military sector towards the grandiose amphitheater + +I was touched with the support Magnar was showing, whether it was purely coming from him as a person or because he knew I would give back to them even more after this ordeal was passed. + +The streets were busier than usual, and military trucks rolling through them didn’t help it. We arrived at the Coliseum that seemed to be impossibly even louder than the day before, with people screaming to get in and hunters almost becoming overwhelmed + +Most of the members of the regiment were stationed outside while me, a few key figures and Magnar went through another door to an expansive room that overlooked the arena below + +There was a fight going on currently where two rank C hunters were working as a team against a rank B opponent, the fight going fairly well with the use of their teamwork + +Drinks and food were quickly brought in as many of the people packing the arena today were waiting for the preliminary matches to finish and for the main event to begin. + +Magnar and I were discussing the hunter I was going to face today in detail. From the known information, he held 2 rank A skills. One of them was a defensive skill that made him nearly impenetrable to damage when it was activated, but only lasted for a minute and he had to wait for 10 more before initiating the skill again + +The other was a rank A skill that there wasn’t a lot of knowledge on, but it was known to be an area of attack skill with a high mana cost that dealt significant damage. Even after knowing these things, I wasn’t too worried. I will definitely be careful and watch what he does, but I was that confident in the multiple skills I was layering on myself and the fact that my attributes most likely surpass his because of some of my skills + +The only thing I was remotely worried about was the casting of the rank A skill, as none of these skills are a joke. With my percentage boosted defenses and skills, I was predicting the most the rank A offensive skill would do is injure me. I would have the [Regeneration] skill ready to cast in case I took damage from the skill head on + +The hour was quickly approaching as the crowd cheered when one match ended and another began as we enjoyed the food in the reserved space. Magnar continued to have a worried look on his face as he seemed to be looking to the sky every now and then, as if waiting for something + +The cheers of the crowd reached its peak when an announcer’s voice rang out in the Coliseum + +"PEOPLE OF STAR CITY! ARE YOU READY FOR THE BIGGEST MATCH OF YOUR LIVES?!" + +The announcer’s voice was drowned out as soon as his word finished as the crowd screamed + +YEAAAH! + +The announcer continued with a calmer tone + +"Then without further ado, I give you the contestants of this Death Match...Andrei Nikolaev...and Noah Osmont!" + +The cheers continued as a burly man jumped down from another location in the coliseum. The man had a cold expression on his face. His body was wrapped with a purple robe and he held a frozen staff with his right hand. This was Andrei Nikolaev + +He was the first hugely built mage I had seen, standing there with an imposing gaze that looked ahead. + +I rose from my seat and slowly drifted down towards the arena, levitating slightly above 2 meters from the arena floor as I looked down towards Andrei. His imposing gaze become fierce as he saw this and I laughed while flying towards the podium where the announcer was at + +The crowd was already screaming at their peak as they saw this. My voice rang out loud and clear towards the announcer + +"I just want to confirm something with everyone as witnesses, what is the outcome of a Death Match?" + +The announcer heard this and fervently replied, his voice ringing out through the Coliseum once more. + +"The match ends in DEATH! With death, the feud is over, and the possessions of the other party are all yours!" + +YEAAH!!! + +The crowd continued screaming as the announcer said this. I nodded my head and landed on the arena floor, watching the enraged mage standing opposite to me who couldn’t wait to rip my face off + +"Match, START!" + +The fight began with cheers as Andrei moved first, pointing his staff towards me and casting a skill that formed 5 spinning dark orbs that flew towards me. + +I used [Flight] to evade the balls coming after me, my speed being fast enough to watch them as they whizzed by me and smashed onto the high walls, exploding into a mass of darkness + +I wanted to test the guy out as I cast my newly gained [Doom Bolt]. A large streak of red lightning quickly formed and crashed down towards Andrei, his expression quickly changing as his body was enveloped with wind elements and he rapidly disappeared from his location. + +BOOM! + +The lightning bolt was abnormally powerful as it blasted apart the grounds of the arena. This was a rank B skill boosted by many active support skills, its power becoming more terrifying. + +Andrei appeared at another location in the arena, his face turning abnormally serious as he looked towards me. + +I returned the stare back and said "Don’t get scared now, I’m just getting started" + +I wanted to enrage this man as much as I could. The angrier he got, the more mistakes he would make, and the easier I can take him down. The main challenge was what would be happening after he fell + +His serious face became red as he seemed to have made up his mind. I smiled at this and cast a [Miniature Tornado] towards him while also casting [Doom Bolt] to descend on him once again + +He watched these deadly skills coming towards him as his body began shining in a golden light, his skin rapidly adopting a color and sheen similar to a statue + +Rank A skill [Regal Armament] was cast. The golden skin shone in the light as the [Doom Bolt] struck down and the sharp winds of [Miniature Tornado] neared + +Cheers rang out in the arena as these iridescent colors appeared on the arena floor + +BOOM! + +Another loud explosion resounded in the arena, and when the dust cleared, a golden man was still standing there, matchless + +I looked at this and prepared all my attention. If he has already cast his defensive skill that only lasts a minute, he should then be planning to let out the deadliest attacks in this one minute + +I didn’t seem to be wrong as his staff began glowing hazy white, and the [Danger Sense] that hasn’t activated in a while dimly began ringing \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-36.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-36.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5347053 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-36.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 35 - A Show of Strength II" +slug: "ch-36" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 36 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1184 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Andrei looked at the confident face of the man in front of him as a swirling mass of winds were coming and another red lightning bolt was crushing down. + +He wanted this man who had taken something that should have been his to die as quickly as possible, but his power seemed to be greater than anticipated. He wouldn’t back down though, as his father was watching this fight. He had to prove to himself and to his father that he deserved the title of rank A. He deserved to join those standing at the peak, he just needed to take the skill back from this man! + +The rage inside him calmed a bit when he thought back to the lessons from his past and acted, casting [Regal Armament] right away. + +The skills struck him, and he only felt a stinging pain on his skin as they disappeared. This was the power of rank A skills, something no normal hunter would be able to get their hands on. Andrei came out unharmed and moved quickly before the timer of the skill ran out + +He barely had half of his mana remaining, which might be enough to cast the next rank A skill that would obliterate the confident hunter in front of him into nothing once or twice. He raised his staff, and [Frigid Impermanence] was aimed towards the area with the hunter at its center + +BOOM!!! + +An explosion of ice erupted out from the location where Noah was, utterly destroying one-fourth of the arena floor and sending nearby spectators screaming from the impact and shock waves thereafter. This was the terror of rank A skills, their damage was unmatched. + +Andrei breathed heavily as he looked at the epicenter of the explosion where the hunter was nowhere to be seen. Had he done it? Had he finally grabbed the chance to reach the peak? + +He looked for the hunter’s body before he sensed danger and looked up, seeing the man floating in the air. There was some blood gushing out from his right thigh that was rapidly closing up at high speed + +Seeing the man was still alive, Andrei moved to cast the rank A skill one last time before Noah recollected his wits. He only had a few seconds remaining with [Regal Armament], and already felt another two red lightning bolts smash into his skin seconds after he saw Noah floating in the air + +’Just how many of these can you cast?!’ + +BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! + +Andrei was trying to get the position of the man that was rapidly moving in the air as more lightning bolts crashed down on him, not giving him a moment of rest as the stinging pain gradually became unbearable + +Feeling that he had only a few seconds left before the skill’s time ran out, he cast [Wind Escape] once more, moving his body to another location where he got the chance to aim at Noah again and cast the skill once more using all his remaining mana + +[Frigid Impermanence]! + +BOOM! + +Another resounding explosion filled with ice elements rang out causing the screams of those who were near and the cheers of those that were far. The blast this time occurred in the air, sending shock waves that damaged the eardrums of hundreds of people in the audience + +Andrei rapidly moved his eyes while roughly breathing and holding onto his staff as support. Was he finally dead?! + +Despair slowly filled his face as he saw the same man back down in the arena floor. His armor tattered, and it seemed like he received minor cuts that were already healing. + +’How? How?! I’m sure the skill hit you head on!’ + +He was rapidly thinking about what to do now that all his energy reserves were gone and the golden skin he had on was rapidly fading. He looked to the man with the same confident face that was now flying towards him as he finally became scared for his life and unwillingly looked towards a certain area in the audience stands + +"Father!" + +His voice rang out loud and clear, as if it was his last resort. + +A booming voice then rang out that drowned the cheers of the audience + +"Spare him." + +The voice was calm, and yet resounded in the ears of every single person in the Coliseum. A red streak of lightning had already formed and was heading down towards Andrei when it stopped. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he saw Noah come to a stop and look towards where his father was + +He sighed in relief and disappointment at not being able to take this hunter down, but at least his father was here to make sure he won’t lose his life. He wanted to get up and go, but still felt the bolt of lightning not too far from him still hanging in the air + +The voice from the stands rang out again. "The match is over." + +A heavily built man with a low fade had risen up from the stadium, staring down at Noah who was holding his hand in the air, as if that was the only thing keeping the red lightning from striking down + +Andrei regained his calm as he saw the figure of his dad coming out and rose up, he would be...WHAT! + +A deep sense of dread and fear arose in him as he felt his scalp tingling and then began burning. The red streak of lightning had struck down! + +BOOM! + +... + +Silence. + +There was a shock to all the people that were watching the match, whether it be in the arena or those watching a home. Because they knew the figure of the man that had risen up. That was Admiral Chekhov. Why was he in Star City? What just happened? The hunter Noah finished the Death Match, but what made him so bold to defy the words of an Admiral? What...would happen now? + +The silence remained as the body of Vice Admiral Magnar began shining and he began to move. Noah looked towards the location where a pile of burnt flesh lay and flew in, reaching for the glowing skill book that appeared and the staff that was in the hands of the dead Andrei Nikolaev + +A bubbling power was rising in the stands that made people begin to scream and rush out of their seats for the exit. + +Those watching at home were shocked at the turn of events and appearance of an Admiral that should not be in Star City. He was normally stationed in the capital of the Empire, and rarely came back to visit his home town. + +The powerhouses that were coincidentally watching quickly began making calls to people that were near the city. A catastrophe was about to break out. + +Vice Admiral Magnar was still looking towards the clear sky as he looked for something that wasn’t yet there and shook his head, preparing to see if talking would work. He wasn’t able to get near the arena before a pained scream rang out as mad power exploded from the stands + +"YOU BEAST!!!’ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-37.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-37.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..497339d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-37.md @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 36 - Collision" +slug: "ch-37" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 37 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1548 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Vice Admiral Magnar watched the next events unfold in shocking fashion as Admiral Chekhov seemed to have forgotten everything around him as he erupted with power that launched him towards Noah as if he was a missile + +The body of Admiral Chekhov was leaking purple light as his fist reached Noah, the impact smashing him down into the arena floor. + +The more surprising thing was seeing Noah fly out a second after, his equipment tattered but his body seeming perfectly fine + +The purple light surrounding the Admiral formed into a purple disc that he stood in the air with. Feeling the strength of that blow and the power emanating in the field, Magnar stopped going forward as he knew he would only lose his life if he came by. He only had rank B strength after all + +What he didn’t understand was how much he had underestimated Noah. How was he able to stand against the strikes of multiple rank A skills and still be able to stand against an A Ranker? The surprises this man kept bringing out were too numerous + +But if he had already reached this level, it was a great thing for the future of the Empire. This fight had to be stopped. He was about to look at the masses of people scrambling to get away from the Coliseum when Chekhov moved once again, this time the purple light forming into a spiked fist that rushed toward Noah + +Vice Admiral Magnar looked at this as he wished the person he called to get here as soon as possible. + +WHIZZ! + +The huge spiked purple fist rushed through the air with a grating sound as three red lightning bolts smashed into it, dissipating its form. Noah didn’t seem to be done as three more rapidly rotating tornadoes rushed where the Admiral was + +Chekhov looked at the incoming mini-tornadoes and waved his hand, a purple blade forming which split the rotating winds apart as if they were paper. The field calmed down after this trading of attacks, Chekhov was still bubbling with anger and grief but was gradually calming down. More purple swords were forming beside him as he spoke + +"Yes he was in the wrong, but he didn’t deserve death." His rage seemed to have been reignited as he finished his words and the purple swords around him began to vibrate + +Noah watched and then pulled out the new skill book he had obtained before the purple fist came crashing down on him. The glistening book was on his hand for only a second, before he brought it near his body and it was dissolved in colorful lights that went inside + +Admiral Chekhov looked at this happening and became even angrier, screaming out while commanding his large vibrating swords to rush forward "If you had shown your level of power, none of this would have happened! My son would not have called for a Death Match, we would have simply waited another week for the next skill book and moved on. This is your fault!" + +His rage was palpitating as his purple sword neared Noah’s position + +BOOM! + +A resounding explosion rang out after, the purple swords being destroyed by the explosion, leaving behind a wide area where ice elements were still fluctuating. [Frigid Impermanence] was cast once again, but this time from the hands of someone else. + +Magnar looked at this site with incredulousness, questioning the mana reserves of the man that kept on throwing spells left and right. + +Calmness seemed to have returned on Admiral Chekov’s face as his mind seemed to be made up, numerous purple spiked fists and sword beginning to appear around him. + +At this time though, a sultry voice rang out in the destroyed Coliseum. + +"Haha, Chekhov, you’re actually planning on going all out in the middle of a city?" + +Unknown to everyone, a huge black eagle that was boasting more than 5 meters in size was suspended in the sky. A woman with flowing golden hair sat atop this eagle + +Magnar soon felt elated at this person’s arrival that signified the end to the mess today. He saw Admiral Chekhov’s expression change to that of annoyance in the midst of anger and pain as he spoke, "Why are you here?" + +The woman laughed mischievously as her eagle neared the floating Noah in the sky. She looked at this foreign hunter before speaking "Now where has someone like you been hiding all this time?" + +The woman atop the eagle pulled her eyes from Noah and observed the destroyed arena while continuing, now with a stern tone "I came to resolve any issues from the peak powerhouses of the empire that should not be fighting amongst themselves during this time of crisis" + +Chekhov didn’t seem to mind as the woman ignored him and he looked towards the man that stood calmly in the air. He knew that he would not be getting anything resolved. The man before him had risen to a position no lower than him, and seemed like he was only getting started. + +The thing that caused him even more pain was the utter stupidity of the entire affair. None of the things that occurred were necessary. If only his son had just swallowed his anger and waited. If only he knew about the person he set up a match with. If only... + +He was a smart man and knew not to go down the path of destruction. There were many more people depending on him. This conflict will end here. The damage done now was already too much and he didn’t want it to continue further. He gave a tired sigh as the purple disc below his legs moved towards the destroyed arena. He tenderly looked at the remains of his son and bent down to pick up what remained, and quietly flew away. + +--- + +I observed the woman in the air with great interest as she stood on the menacing black eagle. I had recognized that huge eagle from clips I had seen in the past. + +My heart was still pounding from the battles that had just finished while watching the sad figure of Admiral Chekhov move away + +I wasn’t remotely sorry for the death of Andrei. He came after me, knowing full well the Death Match would result in death. He was okay with this, his people were okay with this, and those that cleared and issued the deathmatch were okay with this. They just got wrong which person would be dying. + +The thrill of withstanding the destructive damage of [Frigid Impermanence-Unstable and destructive ice elements erupt in a specified 5-meter area] and then gaining the skill myself was hard to describe. The fact that this skill dropped and not the one that turned his body golden meant it was at a higher level than the usual rank A skills + +Back then, I was even skeptical of being able to withstand the power of the Admiral that had decided to come to the city to watch his son. Did he really think I would stop in the middle of the match just because he said so? If it was me from a few days back who still held a few rank C skills, maybe I would have stood down. + +But I knew my power would near if not rival a rank A with all the boosts I was receiving from skills and had also received many rank B skills that emboldened me to make the gamble of obtaining another rank A skill by taking out Andrei, and it worked. + +The Admiral’s attacks were ferocious and damaged the [Scale Armor], and after bypassing [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] and [Golden Halo], they could barely just leave cuts and bruises on my body, similar to the devastating damage of [Frigid Impermanence] + +I was curious about the skill that allowed the Admiral to form those spiked fists and swords, but that would have to wait as I watched the woman turn her attention to me. She spoke in that melodious voice of hers that demanded attention + +"I’ll be the first to congratulate the newest rank A hunter of The Blessed Empire, Mr. Noah Osmont. I’m known as Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz" + +I tried not to get taken in by her cadence as I smiled and said, "Thanks for stepping in, I wasn’t sure I could hold on any longer" + +Her figure shook as she let out another laugh and said "Really? You seemed inexhaustible, like you could go on for an entire day" + +I shook my head at these words and looked at the coming Vice Admiral that was shouting directions to members of the regiment to help those who were injured and calm the chaos around the arena + +"Oh, you have little Magnar to thank for my appearance here today, he called in a favor from long ago and used it for you" She said as she watched him come over + +I looked towards Magnar. I was actually very thankful for the continued help from this Vice Admiral, and was planning on doing my best to bolster his forces in the coming days. I flew down as the huge eagle also descended to meet the Vice Admiral that was looking towards us with a delighted expression \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-38.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-38.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4b26e1b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-38.md @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 37 - Calmness" +slug: "ch-38" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 38 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1681 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Magnar was happy that he had gained someone with rank A battle power as his ally, and couldn’t hide it as he talked to me and the rank A hunter with the huge beast that had stepped in to end the fight + +If the fight had continued, I was pretty confident of coming out on top, but it would have taken quite some time. I could keep on casting my newly gained rank A skill until the Admiral was tired out, but the chance was gone. I also wasn’t planning on going around and making it a habit taking down famous hunters everywhere I go + +I knew there was a grudge between me and the Admiral now, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to kill him for it. He was a peak powerhouse of the Empire, and would be needed for the battles of the future with these unknown enemies. Unless I could become strong enough to be able to do everything by myself, I won’t go around snuffing out others with similar power to me. If he ever comes for me again though, that is a whole different matter + +The rank A hunter Elizabeth left after we spoke for a few minutes, saying she now had to go deal with other matters that popped up because of this, and that she would come by when she was free. My gaze lingered on her slightly as she flew away on the black eagle + +It was now nearing the evening, and more soldiers and hunter medics were on the scene helping those that were injured from the aftermath of the battle. I wasn’t sure when the Coliseum would be open for business after this + +After giving out orders and leaving someone else in charge, I left with Magnar in tow back to the military sector. I was planning on spending the remaining hours of the day diving in [Mangrove Swamp], feeling more pressed to clear the dungeon and luckily obtain other rank A skills + +Going to the highest-ranked Dungeon at the empire’s capital, Blessed City, wasn’t an option as a team of A rankers led by Steel Mikhail was clearing it. Unless I rapidly increased my power to be able to rival multiple rank A hunters, I wouldn’t touch that dungeon alone as of now + +Farming rank B dungeons for the possibility of a rank A skill dropping was the safest and most efficient way, as I would also pay back Magnar by giving him the items and skills I wouldn’t need while grabbing some from their inventory. + +This was also what some of the rank A hunters spent their day doing, clearing rank B dungeons repeatedly in the Empire’s capital and other core defense cities. Every now and then a rank A skill would drop, and this was the case for the [Flight] skill that Lightning Hand was holding on to. + +Why he did what he did by giving it away still eluded me, but I would find out in time now that my power was matching his. Whether it was with malicious intent or out of the goodness of his heart didn’t matter now that it allowed me to get another one so fast with the rapid progression of events. The events these past few days played in my head as I asked myself if there was actually a conspiracy, or just unintended effects from one man’s actions + +The Vice Admiral went to handle communications for the incident today and I went into [Mangrove Swamp] once again. + +My speed at clearing the dungeon had increased even more with the advent of [Frigid Impermanence] as it cleared droves of alligators the moment it was cast. This area of effect skill exploded with a destructive blast of ice elements that completely destroyed anything in their range. Something that was noteworthy of mentioning was the [Adept Staff] that I took from Andrei, as it slightly boosted the damage of skills when it was equipped + +After using [Frigid Impermanence] for a while, my mind was filled with ideas on how to improve its damage even more after I recalled some rank B skill books I had seen in the military inventory that I read through before + +The idea floating in my mind was to find support skills that were providing boosts specific to the skill type to further increase the damage. An example was a [Lightning Penetration] skill I had seen before that amplified damage dealt by lightning type skills. If I could absorb and keep active cold type support skills, it wouldn’t be too far of a dream for the [Frigid Impermanence] skill’s power to exceed rank A. As for the rank beyond A...well nobody knew of this as of right now + +I was able to clear the dungeon rapidly, making the number of times I’ve dived into it 18 times in the last 6 hours. It was nearing midnight so I was planning on calling it a night. The rate at which I was clearing the dungeon was still kept hidden as I only turned off [Shadow Veil], [Stealth], and [Camouflage] after every hour, making it seem as if I had cleared the dungeon only 6 times + +This was still an unbelievable clear rate that every time I visibly transferred in and out, the soldiers standing guard would cheer. + +I gained a variety of [Skill]s, [Item]s, and a ton of [Core]s, but I wasn’t lucky enough to get anything of higher rank from the dungeon. The useful skills I could learn reduced, as many were either weapon-specific for Knights or Berserkers. Some support skills like [Giant Strength] and [Windrider] had even dropped again, giving me duplicate skills that I couldn’t absorb + +Only two usable rank B support skills came out of these 18 runs, one being [Emboldened Ferocity- An imposing presence emanates from you, granting increased damage to affected foes] and [Eagle Eyes-Focus your eyes to view as far a mile around you]. The remaining were rank B [Item]s that fully upgraded me from the lower-ranked items I had been wearing. + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 250+40] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 250+60] + +[Skill(s): [F][E](D-Flames of Torment-100)(D-Safeguard-57)(D-Danger Sense-100)(D-Rough Skin-100)(D-Fleeting-100)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-100) (C-Camouflage-100) (C-Aura of Haste-100)(C-Explosive Rune-100)(C-Life Essence-100) (C-Increased Penetration-100) (C-Regeneration-100) (C-Whirlwind-95) (C-Smite-98) (C-Gracefulness-100) (C-Precision-100) (C-Adamant-100) (C-Sharpen-100)(C-War Cry-100) (C-Retaliation-100)(C-Kings Rage-100)(C-Military Tactics-100) (C-Unpredictable-100) (C-Elemental Damage-100)(B-Giant’s Strength-88) (B-Stealth-77) (B-Miniature Tornado-45)(B-Golden Halo-33)(B-Doom Bolt-37) (B-Lightfoot-23)(B-Windrider-23)(B-Rigorous-22)(B-Shadow Veil-22)(B-Wild Heart-21)(B-Emboldened Ferocity-3)*(B-Eagle Eyes-3)*(A-Flight-11)(A-Frigid Impermanence-5)*] + +[Equipment: (3x C-Ring of Storage)(B-Scale Armor)(B-Adept Staff)*(B-Dual Coated Boots)*(B-Striking Cap)*] + +The addition of items besides the staff was a helm that was in the form of a baseball cap and heavy boots that shone a dark green color. Both provided increased defenses and protection + +I carried the rest of the [Core]s, [Item]s and [Skill Book]s in my storage rings and went to the Vice Admiral’s castle. I thought about everything he had done for me before deciding to trust him a little bit more about my strength + +When the door of the office was locked and it was just me and him, I took out more than 20 things that were filling up the space in my rings along with a glistening pile of stones. These were a collection of items, cores, and skills from today’s dives and yesterday’s. The Vice Admiral looked at the items in shock as he gave me a questioning look + +"I clear the dungeon much faster than what I am currently showing. I continue to want to keep the extent of my strength a secret though, so I will be counting on your discretion as we go forward. This is also my way of thanking you and giving back for what you’ve been doing for me recently" + +Magnar looked at me with an unreadable expression before he got up and bowed his head towards me. I reached out to stop him as he began talking + +"You are somebody that has already surpassed someone of my rank, thank you for treating me the same way even now" He kept his head down as he continued + +"Just the resources you have taken out right now surpass what our department usually gets in a week. This may not seem like much to you, but it is a tremendous help to us and will enable us to raise multiple rank B hunters. Confidentiality is a must, so you can be sure that nothing about this will come to light, and everything will be distributed discreetly" + +I listened to the older man that was bowing in front of me before I pulled him up. I smiled and said to the Vice Admiral, "We’re all in this together. We’ll face the approaching enemies together and make sure lives are not senselessly lost like when all of this began" + +I was saying this more to myself as I was reminded of the deaths of my parents and many more people at the hands of these beasts. I reminded myself once more that I was doing all this to never experience the feeling of cowardice and powerlessness again. If continuing to grow my strength was the way to do that, then I will continue rising until I reach an unshakable position + +Magnar gave me a light smile as his sight turned to the many things I had taken out, shaking his head in an amazed expression as he laughed and said, "It’s been a tiring day for you, go ahead and relax. I’ll order for even more food and...other delicacies for you to enjoy back in your quarters." + +I shook my head with a smile as I heard this and said "I’ll also need your help acquiring specific skills that may still be in your inventory" + +I let him know of the skills I saw before that I wanted to grab now, and also told him to keep a lookout for any other cold type support skills that other hunters brought in. He nodded boisterously that he would have everything for me tomorrow morning and for me to go take a break for now + +I left the Vice Admiral’s office and went to relax after a very long day. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-39.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-39.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c05917 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-39.md @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 38 - Irreversible changes" +slug: "ch-39" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 39 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1151 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The night was a hazy blur and passed by in a blink. I woke up the next morning feeling invigorated as I saw the sight in front of me while feeling the colors and boosts of multiple activated skills that seemed to fill my body with inexhaustible power. + +If I didn’t have [Stealth] and [Shadow Veil] activated at all times, people would just see a mass of colors and defensive layers surrounding me at all times + +I freshened up and left the living quarters to start this day early, planning to be holed up in the [Mangrove Swamp] for the remainder of the day to see exactly how many times I could clear it before a rank A skill would show itself + +I flew through the clear skies and arrived at the huge monolith, which seemed to have turned to a shade of light blue after I cleared it so many times. + +That day, I spent my entire time diving and I was able to clear the dungeon more than 40 times. Forty. That number did not seem realistic, and something like this had never occurred in the past. Nobody had the unending stamina to do what I did repeatedly for an entire day + +One good thing came out of it, as I was finally able to receive a rank A skill from this dungeon. My next rank A skill was [Guardian Light-A light that cures injuries, ailments, and diseases descends down]. It wasn’t a defensive or movement skill that I was thinking about, but it was an amazing skill nonetheless. Its usefulness would be even more apparent whenever the time comes where I get injured again + +Also, besides my original three rank C [Ring of Storage], I was able to get an additional drop of these rare rings, this one even being rank B and holding a much larger space that was now holding a ton of [Item]s, [Core]s, and [Skill Book]s from the past 40 dungeon runs + +I was leaving the dungeon for the last time today to sift through the useful skill books and those that I would be giving away. Most of the items that dropped were duplicates of [Scale Armor] or the other items that dropped in this dungeon before + +I placed my hand on the green crystal and transferred to the outside world once more. I nodded to the guards and was about to head towards the Vice Admiral’s office when I felt the ground start shaking + +The tremors were emanating behind me and I turned back to see the huge dungeon monolith that was now a light fade of blue... had cracks spreading out from the middle. + +Oh shit + +The cracks expanded as the tremors got even stronger, and the huge monolith began trembling before an explosion ran out + +BOOM! + +A huge blast was sent out as I was flung away and any hunter soldiers that were near were heavily injured. I had watched the huge monolith of the [Mangrove Swamp] expand with cracks and then implode. When the dust cleared, there was an empty space where the monolith used to be, only a small shimmering crystal lying at the center + +I looked at this with my mouth wide open. What the hell did I do now?! I was trying to calm my emotions as I went forward to observe the shimmering crystal that remained from the monolith when I was suddenly met with a searing headache + +AAH! + +I screamed out loud as I clutched my head and felt this pain that threatened to make my head explode. In my agony, a few faint words rose up in my mind that I could barely make out + +[...Move...Faster...] + +--- + +An hour after. + +Tumultuous waves were spreading throughout the empire. News had just been transmitted to all the leaders and governments of various cities of an incident where a dungeon...had completely disappeared + +This was the first-ever change to occur since they first began appearing. New dungeons could appear at any time, but there was never a case of them ever disappearing unless a dungeon break occurred. The more shocking news that was coming out was that...a hunter was involved in causing this! + +Leaders from all over were scrambling to find the authenticity of these news. If any of this was true. If any of this could be replicated...Higher-ups who understood the current world were trembling in anticipation for the possible future + +--- + +In a grand palace at the center of Blessed City. + +There was a large hall lined with guards wearing golden armors. At the forefront was a striking throne that shone with a purple light. A person was sitting on this throne looking at the Admirals kneeling down below the steps + +A feminine voice rang out in the large hall + +"I want a thorough report about all the events surrounding that dungeon. By the end of the day, I expect to be briefed with all the information about that hunter as well." + +The voice paused after this was heard before continuing + +"Treat the hunter very carefully, he might just be what we have been waiting for" + +On the throne was a figure fully covered from head to toe. A royal mask was hiding the face and an exquisitely defined crown lay atop their head. + +--- + +A man whose body was crackling with lightning was just transferring out of a rank B dungeon when his phone began blowing up. He pulled the phone out in annoyance as he read to see just who would dare to bother him so much + +There were multiple texts and missed calls from people he didn’t wanna talk to all, but the things he was reading were giving him a shock. + +"Get back to base soon" (Admiral X) + +"What is your connection to the rising hunter of Star City?" (Amiral XX) + +"Call me back. Now." (Admiral XXX) + +Nothing he was reading from the texts was making sense. A name kept popping up that he didn’t recognize, Noah Osmont. He was busy clearing dungeons and didn’t even get the news of the deathmatch he inadvertently caused this same day. After reading some more and seeing a lot of the questions were revolving about the event a few days ago where he handed the winner of an impromptu match a rank A skill, the name and person came together + +The lightning was sparking out in an unstable manner the more he read on about what had just occurred. He was in shock as he thought "My impulsiveness actually led to something good?" + +--- + +An incident had occurred that caused shock waves to spread not just throughout the Empire, but to the many allied countries in the United Federation. The news leaked out the moment it began spreading, other countries soon learning of this momentous affair + +Delegates were assembled and tensions rose. The excitement was palpitating. Everyone could feel it. A change was coming. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-4.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-4.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..905bf6a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-4.md @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 3 - [Apes Paradise]" +slug: "ch-4" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 4 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1864 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +A huge monolith structure was surrounded by high walls. There was security at the entrance and heavily armed soldiers on the walls. + +Even though this was only an F ranked dungeon, it made up for millions of dollars of revenue every day with a large number of people entering, clearing the monsters, and selling the resources they receive inside + +This monolith had a blue color, indicating it was a normal dungeon with little danger of a dungeon break. If the color changed to orange and then to red, it meant a dungeon break was imminent + +Regularly clearing the dungeon kept the color at blue, turning it into a treasure trove with capable people farming it + +You always had casualties every now and then from Hunters that were either too full of themselves, bad teammates, or just plain unlucky + +Now, I sincerely hope I don’t make myself on the category of being too full of myself + +Gathering my wits, I show the guards at the metal entrance of the enclosure my hunter ID before heading in. Inside the walls, there were a few hunter teams getting their gear in order or just talking + +A few people were standing around looking to either form parties or invite others to their party. At the center of the blue monolith, there was a square, door-like structure. This door like structure was how you entered the dungeon + +Those in a group would have to touch the door with a few second differences, but under a minute, to be transferred to the first floor of the dungeon together + +There was a party prepared to go into the dungeon in front of me already, so I reigned in my curiosity about the other hunters around me and stood a few feet away from the in-going party + +It didn’t take long before a few hunters noticed a lone man waiting by himself + +"Oy, is that kid thinking of going in alone?" Hunter A + +"Bro, another one with a death wish" Hunter B + +"Just ignore him, who knows, maybe he’s one of those prodigies that can solo an F rank dungeon? Haha" Hunter C + +Ignoring the laughs around me, I wait patiently as the entire party in front of me disappeared in a flash, and waited the required minute before going forward and placing my hand on the square door + +In an instant, I was transported into a large cavern, where I had just caught the attention of two 1 meter tall black apes + +I brought myself to full attention and observed both the apes and my surrounding before I began my first dungeon hunt + +[Fireball] + +A single fireball, and then a second, and a third, and a forth quickly flew towards the two apes + +When the ball of fire exploded on their faces, they were already incapacitated and letting out dying screeches. They would not survive after that, and a second fireball hit them at the same location, quickly finishing them off + +I breathed heavily as I felt the adrenaline course through my body. 2 F rank monsters, easily taken care of by me. Haha, this was a feeling I could get used to! + +Usually, F rank hunters would use their skills sparingly, making sure to cast them all either on the BOSS or on emergencies. I did not have such reservations + +I went towards where the apes fell and grabbed a glistening [Strength Core] that dropped. It was small in size, smaller than a pigeon’s egg, and yet they went for a thousand dollars on the market + +I placed the [Core] into my backpack and ventured farther in. I didn’t have to walk far, as 3 apes were quickly rushing towards me screeching after hearing the death screams of their brethren + +With a thought, [Fireball] was cast one after another, each not missing its targets that were rushing forward. + +Another [Strength Core] dropped from these three. [Core]s were not guaranteed to drop every time a monster died, and getting 2 from 5 monsters was already fairly average + +Placing the newly acquired [Core]s in the bag, I rushed down the path of the Cavern, meeting another set of 5 apes that I quickly burned + +I had to force myself to calm down as I so easily and quickly took down the monsters and collected [Core]s. I never imagined myself being able to do something like this and had to pinch myself a few times just to make sure it wasn’t a dream + +Forcing myself to remain calmer, I cleared the first floor quickly and headed down the winding steps to the 2nd floor. + +The apes came in batches of 3-5, and just ran towards me when I neared. I didn’t let them get any closer than 4 meters from me, hurling balls of fire towards them as soon as they were in my sight + +And just like that, an incredulous sight occurred in the F ranked Dungeon [Ape’s Paradise]. Without a moment of rest, an F ranked hunter cleared the 2nd floor, and the 3rd...and the 5th...all the way to the end of the 9th floor with ease + +"WAAH!" + +I lost control of my emotions as I let out a triumphant shout before the boss room. I had never imagined something like this to be possible! + +Without a single issue, I had effectively taken down groups of Apes, collected multiple [Core]s, and reached the BOSS room all by myself + +I reeled my emotions in as I let out a confident smile...and went further down to the BOSS room + +A huge ape awaits me in the circular cave that is the last room. + +"ROAR!!!" + +The cave lightly shakes from the scream. My smile does not leave my face as five fireballs fly towards the ape that is now charging towards me. The first hit its chest, stopping it on its tracks. The second and third smash its shoulders, knocking it backward. The fourth and fifth explode on either side of its head, effectively finishing it off. + +As soon as the ape crashed down, a blinding light flashed in the last floor and a green crystal rose in the middle. Touching this crystal will allow you to leave the room and appear at a random location near the entrance of the dungeon + +I slowly revel in my first ever completed dungeon hunt, a solo one at that. + +I then go towards the now dead ape to see any possible drops. By its side, a few F rank [Core]s are present...along with a [Skill Book] + +I grab the [Core]s and put them inside the bag, before reaching out for the skill book. [Minor Heal] was now in my hands, giving me quite a shock. It wasn’t the rarest of F rank skill books, but it was one of the more expensive ones as it easily took care of any cuts and minor injuries. + +I also placed the skill inside the bag and proceeded to sit down and think while staring at the green crystal in front of me. The problem at hand is how I should handle myself from now on + +An F rank newly awakened hunter clearing an F ranked Dungeon in under 30 minutes was unbelievable. It would have to be someone who was B ranked or above to be able to carry out the same thing + +I made sure not to show too much of what I could do when I took the licensing exam because currently, all I have going for me is the fact that I seem to have a large pool of energy to cast skills. This does not mean I am powerful, nor do I hold the power of someone rank B or higher + +Even a rank D or C could easily sneak behind me and take me out as long as they’re faster than me. So my plan was to stay low key until I could buy more skills, preferably higher ranking ones that would match my large energy reserves + +Sigh, and that required money. + +Another plan was forming in my head though. Looking over at the gains just from clearing [Ape’s Paradise] once, I had in total 1 F Rank [Skill Book] and 40+ [Core]s from the more than 160 apes I had killed from the 9 floors before + +This alone made me bolder to make some accelerated plans... + +Just from one Dungeon run alone, I can make more than $60,000...In under 30 minutes. This alone gave me a great shock. + +Normal parties would have to split the loot, and it would take them more than 2 hours of intensely fighting monsters in close combat, which brought them exhaustion and made many parties recuperate for a few hours after each dungeon run. + +Most parties would go into the dungeon once or twice a day. With each person making around $10,000, the life of a hunter can be considered very luxurious + +So, assuming the BOSS drops either a skill book or possibly an item, I can make around 60 grand each run...this made many ideas dance around in my head wildly. + +I’ve already spent many months observing hunters and researching every knowledge available to the public about them. I’ve researched even more into all the known [Skill Book]s and [Item]s that can be dropped from BOSS rooms + +For someone with a large energy pool like me, I already had a few books in mind that would work very well. Of course, I also have to keep on testing just how much [Focus] I really have + +A wild thought keeps appearing in my head that I do not want to entertain as it is too grand...the possibility that because my [Focus] appears blank, and I can repeatedly continue to cast skills with no feeling of exhaustion...could mean that I can simply keep on casting skills as much as I want... + +BOOM + +It felt like something had exploded in my head as this idea came and my mind entertained it more and more. My heart was also beating fast that this could even be a possibility + +But...why not? From what I’ve seen so far, there is no value for my [Focus] attribute. Is it more logical to think that it is just a really high number that I somehow cannot see, or that because it is blank and I can still cast skills, I can simply continue to cast skills without any problem of depleting something? + +I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before I came to terms with a new plan. It was somewhat risky, but it will be fast and reduce any possible future problems, whether it be from monsters or hunters. + +The world after the apocalypse was vastly different, but still the same. Now even more filled with dangers and deaths. A hunter could easily be killed by monsters, robbed by other hunters, or killed by the government if they do not fall inline + +To secure my safety while rising up, I will need a highly defensive and offensive skill, and well as a speed supporting skill. Something of C rank or above would be highly effective, and yet the cheapest C rank skills start off at $500,000 + +So...How do I go about this? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-40.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-40.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..910258a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-40.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 39 - What are you?" +slug: "ch-40" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 40 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1320 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I was looking at a glowing crystal after finishing the talk with an excited Vice Admiral over what had just occurred. + +After the implosion of the dungeon monolith, there were many hunter soldiers that were badly injured, and I was able to see the versatility of my recently learned skill, [Guardian’s Light] + +When I directed this skill to the injured soldiers, whether it was a light scratch or deep wounds, they all began to heal in a few seconds before becoming as good as new. A few guards that were near death were also stabilized and brought back to health in a few seconds + +The next hour after that was the most tiring time I had gone through these past few days. The first point was the only thing that was left behind as the dungeon disappeared. Information about its name was the only thing I could observe, everything else was unreadable. [Plane Crystal- <[*-_&<+>?}{>][email protected]}[email protected]}]])@+}@<%] + +A plane crystal...what are you and how can you be used? + +I had tried putting in energy, crushing it, absorbing it, nothing had changed. Something even more pressing along with this was the episode where I had an excruciating headache, and whether I was hallucinating or not, I clearly saw the words "Move Faster" + +I gave some thought to these new developments as I realized I might be in the middle of something much greater than what I knew. When I spent the hour discussing with Vice Admiral Magnar about everything that had occurred, this was the only thing on my mind. I told Magnar I needed some time to think, and here I was staring at this crystal while thinking about those words + +Among the many possible hypotheses I had, one of the more likely ones was that there was a correlation between what I have become able to do, the blank [Focus], and now all of that was somehow weaved into whatever sent me that message while my head was splitting apart the moment I caused a dungeon to disappear + +When the cracks spread throughout, it wasn’t the normal dungeon break where monsters broke out, the entire monolith was just completely gone. My mind had already ascertained that it was around 40 times I had cleared the dungeon before the light blue color became thinner and thinner, eventually exploding after + +This meant as long as dungeons were cleared a specific number of times under a very short duration, there was a possibility of breaking them. I knew something like this was huge, as it would put me in the middle of this taking a leading role for the time to come. Nobody could clear dungeons as many times as me without tiring out. Unless many hunters formed tens of teams to target one dungeon, they wouldn’t be able to match my rate + +I was questioning why lower-ranked dungeons had not disappeared like this before, and came to the conclusion that different ranks of dungeons would require to be cleared a different number of times rapidly before the monolith would implode. + +There were three rank B dungeons in Star City, and they were being cleared maybe 3 or 4 times a day by teams of hunters. Lower ranked dungeons in core defense cities like this one would be cleared in faster rates, with rank C being approximately 10-20 times, rank D 30+ times, rank E 40+, and rank F more than 50 times each day as there were more and more hunters each level down + +These numbers were only normal for core defense cities, and would be even lower for the cities in the outer perimeter of the empire that had very few dungeons. An example was how Outer Bank X City only had its rank C dungeon cleared once every few days + +But none of these lower-ranked dungeons had disappeared, meaning they required to be cleared even more times in a day before a case similar to [Mangrove Swamp] could repeat itself. This was only a theory and had to be tested. I had cleared this rank B dungeon so rapidly that it could not keep standing + +Many questions came after that which made my head buzz. I took a deep breath as I stopped thinking for a bit. I would understand everything in time. What I needed to focus on now was simply what the words in my head said. Move faster. I already thought my rapid progress was monstrous, but I had to move at a much faster rate. I was planning how to start testing some of my thoughts when a light knock was heard + +Sigh, didn’t I tell them not to bother me for now? I stayed quiet and kept on thinking, but I soon heard the door clicking open and footsteps coming inside. You all really couldn’t wait? I was about to berate the figure that was intruding in my living quarters but was stunned when I saw who it was. A sweet voice rang out mischievously as a woman wearing a red dress with a head full of golden hair came in + +"You really are full of surprises aren’t you?" + +Elizabeth was trotting in like she owned the place, which might not be too far off as whatever access she had allowed her to enter my room with no problems. I looked at her calmly and replied + +"I don’t even know what happened myself" These words weren’t completely false as there was a lot I didn’t know. + +The hunter that seemed to be in her late 20s or early 30s smiled and looked around the room as she said, "I would love to get a better idea about what happened. May I...accompany you for a discussion tonight?" + +I looked at the woman whose every word she spoke seemed to have multiple meanings. I looked at the tight red dress she was wearing and the head full of golden hair. I continued to be alert so that I wouldn’t be taken in by her pace and smiled. Sure. I’ll bite + +--- + +Magnar was not able to get a wink of sleep the entire night. He had spent a majority of it deflecting powerhouses from getting near a certain man and being grilled with questions. He wasn’t fully successful though as someone had still slid through. He thought of a certain hunter as he shook his head and thought about all the collection of hunters that were staying in his base + +He had been excited just like everyone else at the new development and was waiting to see how things would play out from here. Dungeons could be permanently erased. This was naturally good news, but it prompted another question that he didn’t want to think about. Should they all be permanently erased? Should only some be erased and a manageable few left behind? Magnar was thinking of all the resources that came out of dungeons as these ideas clashed in his mind + +Things got even more hectic as people from Blessed City appeared, making him feel like he was walking on eggshells. He tried putting all of this aside as he neared the quarters of a now-famous man and knocked + +A moment passed before the door opened and a half-dressed man looked out. His upper body seemed packed with muscles as the abdominal muscles were so pronounced that it almost seemed they were fake. In the room, slender long legs of someone could be made out dr.a.p.ed over the bed + +Magnar looked at this and gave a smile, choosing his next words carefully. "...Sir, we’ll be holding a forum with representatives from major cities to discuss the new developments and how to move forward from here" + +He couldn’t bring himself to talk to the man the same way he had been doing before. He was doing too many inconceivable things. The man seemed to shake his head before he spoke, "I’ll be out in a moment" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-41.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-41.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4933b82 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-41.md @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 40 - How to destroy a dungeon" +slug: "ch-41" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 41 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1851 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I was standing at the front of a room where a long oval table was situated, with many new faces sitting and expectantly waiting. Nobody in the room spoke when I walked in, and even now more people were taking their seats in a hushed manner + +The Vice Admiral led me to a chair to the front of the room and stood behind me. I could see some familiar faces in the crowd that I recognized, one of them being the man that inadvertently propelled the sequence of actions these past few days, Lightning Hand. When he met my gaze, he gave me that same boisterous smile and laughed. + +The moment it seemed like everyone was there, buzzing voices rang out as the discussions began. The whole process took an entire hour and was filled with many boring arguments and discussions, but the core things to take out were the same. Much of the discussion revolved around the repeatability of erasing a dungeon, and whether we should be actively erasing them at all. Sparks began to fly when these comments rose, as for some it was common sense to destroy the dungeons that could release monsters anytime if they weren’t regularly cleared. + +I didn’t speak fully about my power, but people could make inferences about it after knowing the process that was required to completely destroy the rank B dungeon + +I recalled the words that were urging me to move faster before I rose up from my seat, quieting the many voices in the room. I looked around me as I said, "I’ll be moving to confirm everything with another rank B dungeon. Once the process is clear, we will know how to proceed from here on out" + +I wanted to take a more active role in the world around me after seeing everything that was happening. My first step in doing that was to replicate what I did yesterday. There was still an army of monsters approaching from The Barrens, and who knows what else is lurking out there. I didn’t know how much time I had before I was thrown into something else, so I was going to move fast. + +I left the conference room to start acting on my plans as soon as everything wrapped up. Elizabeth was already up and moving, making it clear she wanted to come along. Having this rank A hunter with me would not be a bad idea, as it would provide another cover for how expansive my strength that allowed me to clear a rank B dungeon more than 40 times in a day was + +The next target was one of the two remaining rank B dungeons in Star City, [Lion’s Den]. Magnar and other officials moved to watch the development outside the monolith as we dived. Lightning Hand and other rank A hunters that had arrived in Star City were going to test the same thing by forming multiple teams to clear the third dungeon in the City, [Bullish Arena] + +Multiple rank A hunters formed more than 10 teams that were filled with rank B’s in the city and the groups moved in on the dungeons. The ones heading to [Lion’s Den] would be me, Elizabeth, and a few other teams while the rest would go towards [Bullish Arena] + +The goal was to meet the number of times I cleared the now extinct [Mangrove Swamp] and see if it was applicable to the rest of rank B dungeons. After this was understood, the tests would be expanded for the other ranks of dungeons + +I was able to see the power of another rank A Hunter firsthand as Liz summoned the humongous eagle the moment we were transferred into [Lion’s Den]. The eagle had flawlessly shining dark feathers that were as sharp as knives and piercing claws that brought fear onto the monsters that began appearing + +We were located in a bleak grassland environment where multiple large lions were circling us. The eagle’s imposing air was holding some of them back as the woman atop the eagle laughed in that alluring tone and commanded the eagle to move forward, its outspread wings acting as sharp blades that decimated everything in sight + +I wasn’t going to be left behind as my figure flew to the other groups of lions that were soon blasted away with an even stronger [Frigid Impermanence] that was now boosted by two new cold specific support skills I obtained from the military inventory. + +[Greater Cold Penetration- Ignore the enemy’s resistance as cold skills deal increased damage] and [Cold Fire- Cold type skills attach freezing flames onto the enemy] made the already damaging skill even more destructive as any beast in its range of attack would be turned into meat and bones, with the cold spreading into the surroundings and attaching onto nearby beasts + +Blue flames could be seen spreading to any beasts that were in the blast area as they screamed out painfully before their bodies were frozen cold. + +[Lion’s Den] was an expansive space of shrubs and grassland with dens on lions here and there. We had to fly around for more than 30 minutes blasting away hordes of lions before we were faced with the impossibly large TITAN that had a glorious lions mane flowing in the wind + +Liz looked at me as her lips twisted up in a mischievous smile and said, "He’s all yours, let’s see how fast you can take it down" + +She seemed to be enjoying herself as she gave me a thumbs up while lying on her stomach atop the flying eagle to watch the show. I looked at this figure as I recalled memories from last night before I quickly shook myself out of it and focus on the matter at hand + +The lion instinctively felt the danger when I neared and moved back, barely evading the epicenter of the casted [Frigid Impermanence] as the freezing flames in the periphery jumped on its body. It stopped to let of a roar of pain, but it would be the last time the huge jaws opened as another [Frigid Impermanence] bloomed explosively from its head, cutting short the roar and blasting chunks of meat and brain matter into the ground + +I ignored the cheerful sounds of clapping behind me as I picked up the [Core]s and [Item] that dropped from the boss. + +We repeated this dungeon multiple times until a few hours later, on our 28th dungeon run something occurred. Throughout the runs, Liz had done nothing but summon the huge eagle that did all the work in dismembering the monsters that I began looking favorably to getting a powerful summoning skill of my own in the future so I could just sit back and watch someone else do the work for me + +Her eagle would have been out of commission after the first few dungeon runs as its body was littered with injuries. If it wasn’t for me casting [Guardian’s Light] after every dive thereafter, the huge eagle would have had to be de-summoned and summoned again to be back in top shape. That summoning process took more than half of all energy reserves Elizabeth had, so she would usually dive into rank B dungeons a few times a day before calling it quits + +She stopped being surprised at my constant casting of spells after the first few dungeon runs as her cheerful expression became more complicated. I wasn’t too worried at showing some level of my power as I was confident in myself to withstand many of the things that could come at me, and I had to stop hiding if I wanted to move further into the future + +The change that was occurring currently on our 28th dungeon run was our surroundings literally cracking as if they were glass. The lions in the den in front of us were disappearing as if they were dust as a green light spread out to cover the eagle and us as we disappeared from the dungeon halfway through. We were transferred to the outside world where we could see the imposing monolith with cracks all over + +Anyone that was remotely close to the monolith moved back as many people got the chance to witness the destruction of another dungeon for the first time in history. It looks like the other teams were doing well enough to clear the dungeon more than 12 times after my team was on our 28th run. The team that finished the dungeon for the 40th time was the trigger that caused the instability where any remaining teams in the dungeon were ejected out and the eventual destruction we just witnessed + +This was working proof that the theory was correct. Dungeons could be destroyed. I listened to the triumphant sounds around me as I turned my head to the woman beside me. We were both standing on top of her black eagle as the monolith exploded. I was surprised to find tears dropping from her crystal clear eyes as she watched the sight. She turned to me and talked in a serious expression for the first time since I met her + +"You didn’t expect to see me cry so soon?" She was wiping away the tears that kept on falling as she continued, "I don’t know if you understand the full significance of what we are doing, but for many of us, it is liberation" + +She looked forward at the sight of hunters hugging one another and said, "I have watched countless people die before me as I was forced to keep on going into these dungeons day in and day out. I felt like I would go crazy if I had to keep on doing this for the years to come. The only way I could cope without breaking down was to put on a happy face and keep on going" + +She looked back at me as she said the next words. "So thank you for making something like this happen. Thank you, and please do not stop" + +I watched the sight of the sorrowful girl in front of me as she tried to form a smile on her sad face before I let out a sigh and brought her head to my chest, making sure to remove the rough [Scale Armor] and place it into one of the storage rings beforehand. I didn’t particularly have strong feelings of attachment towards this person as I had only met her for a few days now + +Even the one night we spent together, I attributed it to just a fling from the growing interest around me. She was much more alluring than many of the women I had come across recently, but I always felt like she was putting up a face so I kept my emotions out of it. Her words repeated in my head as she sobbed. Liberation? + +I already made up my mind long ago for what I was doing. There were too many things I didn’t know, and much more that I didn’t understand. Even without her reminder, I would not be stopping any time soon \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-42.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-42.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..781bda7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-42.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 41 - Entering a new phase" +slug: "ch-42" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 42 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1424 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +With the destruction of [Lion’s Den], a new chapter was opening for humans and hunters that had been playing a game of catch up with constantly increasing dungeons. + +Magnar and a few of the officials that watched the implosion of the dungeon firsthand were broadcasting what they were watching to someplace and others were making phone calls + +After Elizabeth had collected herself, I went to the center of the destroyed monolith and picked up another crystal that looked exactly the same as the one I already had, even to the unreadable mess of words + +In the 27 successful times we dived in [Lion’s Den] we received many rank B [Item]s and [Skill]s, but there was no luck in anything rank A dropping. I was able to find another useful skill to add to my collection while busily running around that was called [Critical Strike-When active, skills cast thereafter have a chance to deal double the damage]. I didn’t know the percentage chance of a critical strike occurring while this was active, but I was looking forward to seeing just how much I could continue to increase my damage output. I was going to look through the rest of the skills when we had some time later and choose the ones to exchange with the military + +After completely destroying another rank B dungeon, there was only one more left in Star City. We went toward this last dungeon called [Bullish Arena] where even more squads led by rank A hunters were repeatedly diving in. + +When we arrived we were met with another empty space where a monolith used to stand, with hunters cheering in the clearing. My mind grew calm at this site. It seemed like we were finally heading in the right direction. Things would get better from here. + +--- + +In an unknown location + +A being dr.a.p.ed in black was overlooking multiple transparent screens that showed complex data. The being had a sharp horn protruding from the center of its head, giving its humanoid appearance an imposing look + +It noticed a change on one of the screens that quickly grabbed its attention, making a motion to the underling sitting right behind the screen using a glistening three-point tipped weapon. + +"What happened there?" + +The aide behind the screen shot to attention and replied, "We began losing some of the major connections that were already established on Planet 90X in close succession" + +The sharp horned being looked at the screen as his eyes flashed with a piercing light as he read the data on this target and asked the aide "How many pieces do we have on standby?" + +There was a ruffling of some doc.u.ments before a reply came, "We currently have the optimum volume ready for the descent on the next planned target" + +A second passed as the sharp horned man seemed to think, before a decisive command came out, "Divert the entire volume towards Planet 90X" + +A shocked expression rose on the aide’s face when it heard this, and asked to make sure. "Sir, is that necessary? We will be extremely restricted in our actions towards that target should anything change in the future, and redirecting this much traffic would use a lot of essence" + +There was a momentary silence as the screens of data in the room fluctuated, before the commanding voice came out once again, "It is abnormal to start losing connections at this stage, and in rapid succession at that. Abnormalities have to be fully eliminated. I do not want any possibility of hope for those backward natives. Do it while also accelerating the release process." + +A serious nod came from the aide as they adjusted parameters and redirected the coordinates. Directions were soon passed down as pieces moved into their respective positions. At another location not too far from them, there was a huge field that held beasts of all shapes and sizes as far as the eyes could see. There was an eerie quietness at the sight of these countless beasts as multiple small crystals in the field began emanating light barriers that sectioned them off into multiple groups + +In a short period of time, everything was assembled and ready to go. With a nod from the aide, the sharp horned man crossed his legs and sat down while closing his eyes, seemingly putting in all his focus for what was about to happen. + +--- + +I was watching the cheerful hunters when I suddenly felt a change. Even though I was still high in the sky, it felt as if the earth was vibrating. The vibrations only increased as seconds passed and everyone caught on and looked around them + +The earth was shaking, the air was shaking, and a strange energy filled the surroundings. An old memory resurfaced in my mind as my face began to drain of all color. This...this was what happened a year ago. Extreme unease began settling in as I recalled what I felt back then and what I was feeling now. It felt much stronger + +The faces of hunters soon turned into despair as they saw a familiar light cover the entirety of their sight, and explosions followed right after + +BOOM! BOOOM! BOOM! + +As if nails were being hammered onto a board, multiple monoliths smashed into the ground and took root. Noises and screams began to be heard as multiple impacts were felt around the city, with a huge one very near to where we are + +I opened my eyes in shock to find another dungeon monolith more than two times bigger than the ones I had been clearing smash down onto the area of the dungeon that the hunter squads just destroyed. Some hunters that were still standing nearby were crushed, not even getting a second to let out dying screams + +The impact blasted away those that were near as the new dungeon monolith stood erect and proud. Shocks soon turned into despair when hunters got their bearings and saw the bloody site in front of them, as well as the continuous screams that began resounding from the city + +The most terrifying thing of all was the fact that the huge monolith that had just struck down was blinking red. Elizabeth had slumped down on top of the black eagle, her eyes showing pits of despair as she looked at the monolith ahead of us + +My heart was about to lurch out of my chest as I looked at this monolith and observed the area around me. I was flying high up and had a good view of the city, but I couldn’t believe what I saw. Monoliths that seemed to represent rank B dungeons had increased by more than 6, and besides this much larger monolith that appeared near us, there was another one just like it on the periphery of the city + +Thoughts began to churn in my head as I didn’t even know where to move to. The blinking red monolith near us began vibrating, not even giving a second of rest. I snapped out of my stupor and rushed towards the monolith with my right hand outstretched, hoping to make it in time before what was about to happen + +My speed increased as I passed the hunters that were despondently looking forward on the ground as my arms neared the monolith... + +BOOM! + +I was knocked back by a huge impact while I watched with shock as the monolith in front of me began to bloom like a flower. Terrifying beasts soon began to fill the surroundings as one even larger grew out + +ROAAAR!!! + +A gruttal roar resounded out as a beast shining in white fur popped out. It had the general outline of a gorilla, yet its size defied normal conventions. It’s piercing eyes opened and looked around as its mouth curled upwards and sharp teeth could be seen. + +There were hundreds of beasts all around that looked toward this white gorilla that held a devilish smile on its face. Its smart eyes darted around as it looked at the hunters surrounded by beasts and roared out once more. This roar acted like a signal as the beasts jumped to the nearest hunter they could find. + +My eyes felt like they were seeing blood as I found my body to already be rushing towards the huge TITAN. It’s dark eyes met mine, and it’s figure soon disappeared from the ground. [Danger Sense] began ringing as I turned my direction to the sky, only to be met with the newly appeared TITAN smashing its huge palm towards me + +PAH!!! + +... \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-43.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-43.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb08313 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-43.md @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 42 - Death and Destruction" +slug: "ch-43" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 43 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1442 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +It felt like I couldn’t breathe as my figure was forced down to the ground like a missile. + +BOOM! + +The impact stole the air from my lungs as I felt multiple parts of my body ache in excruciating pain. I had no time to think as I saw the gorilla now diving down with a fist outstretched. My body was covered in a golden glow as I cast [Guardian’s Light] and pulled away from the deep pit, the fist smashing down missing me by a second + +I wasted no time as I retaliated, casting [Frigid Impermanence] multiple times towards the huge beast. It seemed to instinctively evade the 5 meter cold blasts as the first two hit air, with only the third catching it while it was dodging and making contact + +ROAR! + +It called out with a furious expression as its left hand had deep red gashes with a blue freezing flame dancing on it. Fury took control of me as I kept on hearing the screams around me as more and more [Frigid Imparmanance] was cast towards the huge gorilla. It was able to evade less and less after the first hit, the cold flames permeating in its bones as more of the skills smashed onto its body + +The fur and skin that seemed to provide it tremendous defense were tattered and bleeding, it’s smiling expression completely gone as it looked at me in fear. My only response was more freezing blasts that smashed its body further down into the ground. I only watched as its body become more and more mangled, and soon enough there was no sound coming from the beast + +The area around it was still decimated from the cold explosions, but as it cleared I saw a shining [Skill Book] and glistening [Core]s on the ground. I dived down to grab what I saw as I began turning my attention to the hunters fighting the slightly smaller beasts in the background + +I checked the information on the skill book as I began casting [Doom Bolt] multiple times towards the monsters clashing with the hunters. It was a rank A skill called [Instant Transfer- Move to any location you can see in an instant]. It was a very straight forward skill that I learned right away while furiously flying across the skies and continuing to shoot down red lighting to any monsters I saw + +I couldn’t cast [Frigid Impermanence] as they would destroy the surrounding hunters too, and could only strike down with the highest damage single target skill I held. Elizabeth was already on the move along with other rank A hunters that had been clearing the rank B dungeon. They had been taking down the monsters while saving as many lower level hunters and soldiers they could + +I saw a hunter about to be eaten at a far off distance where I definitely wouldn’t make it there by flying. [Instant Transfer] was used for the first time as my body disappeared and reappeared next to the man about to have his head devoured. My defense skills knocked the monster back as another red streak of lightning struck its chest and blew it away + +The hunter thanked me while roughly breathing and I disappeared once more for another location, moving across the battlefield and taking down as many of the beasts as I could. There were mixtures of gorillas, apes, and orangutans that were 3 meters in size running around the field. Their numbers quickly dwindled as they were taken down by rank A hunters, with rank B hunters putting up a fight as well + +The area was soon coming to a standstill as mostly hunters remained, many injured and dead as they looked around them in fear and anguish. Friends they were talking to just a moment ago laid dead in their surroundings. + +After blasting remaining monsters with [Doom Bolt] I flew around casting [Guardian’s Light] to all the hunters that were badly injured and still breathing. All reservations were out the window. I cast as many skills as I could, minimizing much of the damage. I already saw the looks of hope and wonder from the gazes of high ranked hunters as I finished healing the people in the surrounding + +I took a second to stop in the air as I looked into the city where smoke could be seen and explosions continued to resound. The battle was still going on there, and even more casualties were occurring. I looked at the hunters below me that were either almost out of energy or looking towards the city in anger. + +I was already flying towards the center of the city as my voice rang out powerfully while using [War Cry], "Snap out of it and stick together, save as many as you can!" + +My words trailed behind me as I rushed towards the city even faster, with my brain quickly churning and giving me the idea to use [Eagle Eye] in conjunction with [Instant Transfer]. My eyes focused and moved to a position a bit over a mile away in the city where hunters were about to be overwhelmed by monsters, and my figure quickly disappeared from my current position as [Instant Transfer] was used + +--- + +Magnar was looking at the sight in front of him with fear and trepidation. Just minutes after they watched the complete breakdown of the monolith that used to be [Lion’s Den], the world began shaking...and it happened again + +The same as before, dungeons appeared. The newly appeared dungeons quickly flashed red and a dungeon break occurred. Monsters rushed out and he was now fighting on the front lines while trying to mitigate the damage as much as possible + +"PULL BACK!" + +He was screaming commands towards his soldiers as he saw them being overwhelmed. A large number of rank B monsters were running amok, with a huge TITAN upfront being held back by a rank A hunter that stayed behind + +Apprehension continued to grow in his heart as he saw more and more soldiers fall. His own power wasn’t enough to protect those he cared for. Screams continued to ring out as blood and gore followed from the claws or teeth of the beasts + +His breathing got rougher as he felt the low energy that remained in his body. He spent the majority of his time in the office, never exerting himself this much before. He looked at the despondent faces of his soldiers that were pushed far back, trying their best to hold on. No, he wouldn’t let it end like this + +"Find a chance to break through!" + +He screamed out another command as he moved to the front of the defense line and his body blazed in a colorful light. He absorbed the blows of two monsters as he grabbed a soldier and threw them to the back. He would save as many as he could with the strength he had left + +THUCK! + +He then felt a deep impact as something heavy pierced the armor wrapping his chest, and a metallic taste filled his lips. His soldiers screamed and tried to move in, but could come no closer as his body was surrounded by monsters, the defense line pushed further back. + +Magnar looked at the distorted face of the beast that had its arm in his chest as memories of a different time flashed through his mind. He felt his body slump onto the ground as the beast pulled out the hand piercing his chest and formed it into a fist before smashing down again + +Memories and expectations of hope for the powerful hunter that had gone towards the other side of the city some time back were repeating in his head as his clear eyes began closing. The fist rushing down was abruptly stopped as golden swords, red lightning, and a golden light began descending from the skies + +His eyes that were about to shut opened a bit more for the last time as he saw the hazy figure of a man materializing above them. Relief passed through him as he hoped this wasn’t an illusion, and his eyes snapped shut. The lightning and swords struck down to meet the monsters, and the light went towards him + +The golden light began descending on his body, but his eyes stayed shut. A second. A third. A forth light descended down, but his eyes remained closed. The destructive lightning and golden swords had reached their target on time, but the golden light did not + +A frenzied howl rang out in the surrounding as more golden swords and lightning flew at the bounteous groups of monsters that still surrounded the hunters \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-44.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-44.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0209b90 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-44.md @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 43 - Dissolution" +slug: "ch-44" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 44 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1395 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +In the capital of the Blessed Empire + +A fast-paced battle was taking place between a burly man holding a sharp spear and a large armadillo-like beast that moved at a speed not matching its body size. Around them lay shattered buildings in flames, with a huge mansion standing majestically in the background + +Beasts of all shapes and sizes were abundant in the surroundings as they fought with hunters to their last breath. The ferocity of the fights around the burly hunter and armadillo was at another level + +The sharp spear in the man’s hand shone a white light as it expanded to five meters and struck down on the hard armor of the beast. + +CRACK! + +A horrid sound was heard as the hard shell broke and meat flew out. The attacks weren’t over as the man rose up before bringing his shining spear down once more, nailing the armadillo to the ground. + +An instant later, an exquisite battle armor along with [Core]s appeared beside the huge beast. The man bent down and grabbed the battle armor, fitting it on his body as if it were meant for him. He stood proud with an impassive expression as he looked at the battles happening around him. The grand building behind him had been protected, and would stay that way until his last breath. There were too many important people bunkered down in that place + +His figure vibrated as the muscles wrapping all over his body like steel cables constricted. Only a flash could be seen as he moved and cut down any monsters that neared. He was the most famous hunter known around the world. He was Steel Mikhail + +--- + +In one of the allied countries of the United Federation. + +A man with glistening dark hair had his katana stabbed into the skull of a beast. All around him was a bloody mess of bodies and bones. The hunters that survived the dungeon breaks were looking at this man fearfully as he yawned and pulled the katana up + +He looked to the distance and saw another TITAN that was rampaging. A dark light shone from his body as he suddenly began to grow larger, until reaching 5 meters in height. He pushed on the ground with a disinterested expression as he flew towards the TITAN with the katana in hand. + +His large figure was wrapped in the dark light as it streaked across the sky. This was the most powerful rank A hunter in all the countries of the United Federation, The Dark Sword, Kazuhiko. + +--- + +Rage was bubbling throughout every inch of my body as [Doom Bolt]s and [Smite]s continued to be repeatedly cast. Light upon light of my greatest rank A healing skill went down towards the body of a person I had grown familiar with these past few days, and yet nothing changed + +I looked at the relieved expression apparent on Magnar’s face as I shook my head in sadness and disappointment. Just a second longer and... + +I rose up with complex feelings as the soldiers that were freed from the beasts’ relentless attacks circled Magnar’s body. There was sorrow in the air as people collected themselves, but I didn’t have the time to stay. I tried to put the matter behind me for now and keep on moving. Even seconds were precious, and I couldn’t waste them wallowing. There were many more scenes in the city repeating just like this + +My body disappeared from this location and I continued scouring throughout the city, helping other hunters that were about to be overwhelmed and saving as many normal humans as I could. + +With the advent of explosions and destruction, most people had stayed in their buildings or gone underground to fearfully hide, hoping all the monsters would be gone when they came out. Some were lucky, others were killed as buildings collapsed from the beasts. + +Because many of the monoliths that appeared and had dungeon breaks were rank B, their bosses weren’t too much of a hassle for me to take down. In a few minutes, I was transferring in and out all over the city, following explosions and screams as I took down the BOSSes and smaller beasts, giving hunters defending the city some breathing room + +All they saw was a figure flash by, red lightning and golden swords descending, as well as a golden light that healed those badly injured. A moment later that figure was gone. + +This process carried on for another half an hour, with hunters more effectively working together to move people away from the battlefield while protecting themselves from beasts. With a majority of the rank B BOSSes taken down, I rose high above the city to check what was happening and which areas needed the most support + +On the south side of the City, the huge wall erected to protect it was broken down and I could see droves of beasts rushing out, with a huge TITAN standing beside the path where the monsters were leaving from. [Danger Sense] was letting me know that this beast was of the same caliber as the huge white gorilla. + +I defeated one, and I can definitely defeat another. My mind was still blazing with anger as I continued to use [Instant Transfer] with [Eagle Eyes] and moved closer and closer to where the monsters were leaving the city + +Sharp eyes seemed to have noticed me as the TITAN looked up and their body grew to become even larger. It had the shape of something that had long gone extinct and could only be learned about in history. It had large strong legs and tiny arms that were still multiple times bigger than me, while boasting a gargantuan head that held rows of sharp teeth. It seemed to resemble very closely the archaic Tyrannosaurus Rex + +An intelligent light flashed through its eyes as its large legs acted like a spring, pushing it off the ground and its opened jaws nearing me in an instant. [Instant Transfer] was quickly cast as I escaped before the jaws could snap down. I reappeared where its body used to be as I began spamming [Frigid Impermanence] + +The large body wasn’t able to dodge in the air, and two blasts hit it before it reached the ground. + +ROAAR!! + +It moved at extreme speeds as it ignored the freezing flames on its body and zigzagged towards me, evading the skills as if it knew where they would land before they were cast. + +The moment it neared me again I disappeared into the sky, its terrifying teeth biting nothing but air. It let out another frustrated roar as it didn’t jump this time around, it’s large jaws opening as a red light began to condense and palpitate in the center of its mouth + +Oh, f.u.c.k you. I didn’t let it complete it’s skill as another cold blast smashed onto its face, interrupting whatever it was trying to do and causing a huge explosion. The beasts that continued to leave through the broken wall in the city were not looking back, as if they were possessed or heeding a command. + +The huge Tyrannosaurus Rex had its gigantic head mangled, a few of its teeth shattered on the ground. It would get no respite from me as [Doom Bolt]s and [Frigid Impermanence] smashed onto its injured body. Each strike of red lighting left deep gashes and each explosive cold blast left freezing flames with entire areas of its body missing + +Its tremendous life force could not continue supporting it as it slumped down and was finally killed. [Core]s and another rank A [Skill Book] dropped, the skill being [Infernal Purge- Searing flames descend from the skies in an area of 5 meters]. + +I learned the skill without a thought and looked to the monsters completely ignoring me and rushing out of the city. There was much less noise and explosions as hunters continued to bring order to the city with the deaths of the TITANs, the only beasts roaming free being stranglers left behind + +I tested [Infernal Purge] for the first time towards the tens of monsters still rushing out the city. Dark red flames manifested in the skies and rushed down, melting anything they came in contact with. I didn’t care who was commanding the monsters to leave the city, I would just kill as many as I could. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-45.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-45.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d777813 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-45.md @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 44 - Reverence" +slug: "ch-45" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 45 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1310 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I floated in the middle of the broken wall leading to the desolate Barrens that the monsters continued to rush to. [Infernal Purge] and [Frigid Impermanence] continued to fall onto them, but not a single one turned around to face me as they escaped with all their might + +Things began settling down until only one or two could be observed running here and there, with most of them already deep in the Barrens. I couldn’t leave the city now as I didn’t know what else would occur, and there were still rank B dungeons that were red and nearing another dungeon break + +Movements could be heard behind me as hunters began appearing, the first one being Elizabeth. She stood on her injured eagle that was licking the wounds all over its body as she looked at me with a complicated expression. + +Elizabeth approached from behind as she said, "The city is gradually being stabilized, with some teams already clearing the dungeons in the high-risk category that haven’t had a dungeon break." + +She was looking at me differently and speaking in a much more reserved tone than usual. I nodded as she continued, "We’re trying to get in contact with other cities of the empire, but we don’t have an estimate of deaths and which cities are still standing." She held back the pain as she said this, and I thought about her new tone towards me and the looks I had been receiving + +Ever since I had begun moving around the city destroying the monsters relentlessly, people began looking at me differently. This was even more so for the rank A hunters and higher-ups that saw my power first hand when I handled the TITAN and its minions from the rank A dungeon break + +I took the change with a calm mind as there were too many things to think about for me to worry about what other people were thinking. We waited at the portion of the destroyed wall until more hunters came and were stationed to rebuild and protect the hole leading out into the Barrens, and we went back into the city + +In the military sector, there was significant damage done to many areas, but there was still functionality as people in their respective positions got things going again. I knew nothing besides being a hunter, so I continued to fly over the city while using [Eagle Eyes] to catch anything I missed + +Four rank B dungeon monoliths were now in the city, with two in the high-risk category shining red, and two shining orange. There were already teams set up and clearing the two that were high risk, but they were still red. I thought for a bit and chose to quickly clear them a few times so that another dungeon break doesn’t occur if the clear rate was too slow + +In the next two hours, I dived into each of the two high-risk category dungeons three times before their color changed to light orange, gaining more [Core]s and [Skill]s. Nothing disastrous had happened while I was going in and out of the dungeon + +Once there were no dungeons that would have any immediate dungeon breaks, I went back to the military sector where there would be a debriefing. I ignored the thankful and reverent looks from the soldiers and hunters that I had either healed or saved and went into a huge conference room, finding the only open seat at the front center of the room, with everyone else waiting + +I sighed and sat down as the debriefing began. The discussion was somber this time around. We had lost much of the connections with surrounding cities and were not able to get in touch even with Blessed City. + +The consensus was that this occurred throughout the world, and we didn’t know the extent of the damage yet. But one thing was clear, there were now many more monsters roaming the desolate Barrens. + +It would be much more dangerous to pass through from one city to another, with not much hope for the people stationed on guard posts along the roads leading to and from the cities + +The next step was what we would do from here. When we got to this point, the room quieted and many people turned in my direction. This was what I was thinking about how to deal with before coming here. In the cities, those who held the most power would be the ones in high positions and have a large influence on the direction and lives of all the people living in it. Currently, they had seen with their own eyes that I was the strongest, and by a large gap at that, so more influence was pushed onto me. + +I knew my strengths and weaknesses though, and leading people was not something I was confident in. I thought for a bit and said, "All I can do is hunt down the beasts, so I will rely on the help and ideas from everyone else on matters I am not knowledgeable on." + +The hunters in the conference room nodded as they waited for my opinion about what we would do from now on. I continued, "The first thing is information. We need to find out which cities are still with us, and which cities still need a helping hand that haven’t already been overwhelmed." + +The officials in the room nodded as they began moving around busily, The issues after that were logistics about the city, its people, food and water, and many more things I didn’t know or have an ounce of knowledge on that I left to the relevant departments to take care of. + +After the direction was decided and the officials began to act, I went towards the melancholic Elizabeth who was standing in the corner of the conference room. I looked at the sight of this person that I didn’t know how to feel about and said, "Are you doing alright?" + +She looked at me and put a smile on her face as she replied, "Yeah. I just thought we were close to being done, but it looks like things are just beginning" + +I looked at the tired woman that seemed to be trying her best. She had lost another friend today, someone she knew much longer than I did. Magnar’s face flashed in my thoughts as I observed the sad expression on her face and replied, "Get some rest, it’ll be a new day tomorrow." + +She nodded her head as she looked around the room and went towards the living quarters. No other thoughts passed through my mind as I went out of the building and flew to the skies of the city once more. I looked to the destroyed buildings and people that were moving about and mourning for the losses of those they knew. My thoughts moved to something I didn’t want to imagine right now, which was the people of Outer Bank X. With the highest ranker there being rank B...I shuddered as I thought at the possible number of deaths that had occurred there and in other similar cities + +I continued to fly higher and higher up until the buildings seemed tiny and the outline of the city could be viewed fully by me. I would wait for the information to come out after what remains of the military acts to move their drones and other things to obtain intel, but I could still move myself and be ready for whatever might occur + +The immediate surrounding of the city’s walls were clear, and I couldn’t see much else in the darkness this high up even with [Eagle Eyes]. But I instinctively felt that there was something in that darkness. I stayed in the air, watching and waiting for dawn to break to see what was waiting for us in this darkness \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-46.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-46.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..00ee901 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-46.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 45 - Raining Flames" +slug: "ch-46" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 46 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1375 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I floated in the night sky as thoughts continued to churn in my mind. Hours went by as nothing out of the ordinary happened. When the light began to appear on the horizon, I had made a monumental decision for my actions from here on out + +The cover of the night was pulled away as the walled city and desolate Barrens revealed themselves to me. Far from the city, there were many moving dots that made for a terrifying sight. At the forefront of these dots were three large TITANS that moved around menacingly. More and more beasts were coming from all around to join this larger crowd as the dots kept on increasing + +The scene reminded me of the pictures of the horde of beasts with the large turtle in the middle that were also making its way towards the Empire, albeit the sight in front was at a smaller scale. + +The monumental decision I had made while I was floating in the night sky this past night was to start moving independently. As great as it was to mix around with others, it was also limiting me. I was planning on going all over the Empire to clear out the dungeons and beasts that have popped out, before going ahead and facing the incoming horde of enemies after + +This was me moving faster. I would start with the collection of beasts amassing themselves around this city first. My eyes were on the three moving TITANs whose figures became even clearer with the sun breaking through the horizon. + +One was a large bear with claws drenched in black, another was an arctic fox with white flowing fur, and the last was a white panda hoisting a sizable tree trunk on its back. + +I began acting while staying in the skies, starting off with multiple casts of [Infernal Purge]. The dark red flames that were terrifyingly hot rushed down towards the gathering of beasts below. + +--- + +Elizabeth was watching an alarming image of collections of monsters outside the city. What alarmed her the most was the droves of flames that were now falling down and burning everything on site + +She had not been able to get a wink of sleep last night, and she doubted anyone would have. They had received signals about the gathering of beasts outside the city a few hours ago and were already moving the tired hunters to fight as soon as dawn broke + +She came to the forefront at the destroyed portion of the wall, only for the sight in front of her to present itself. The dark flames were the first thing she saw, when she looked to where they were coming from, she saw the hazy figure of a man she soon recognized in the sky + +Her mind was much calmer as she saw this, and she thought about the incomprehensible power that Noah seemed to have. She had thought he was a better than average rank A and chose to let loose with him for a night just to forget about the grimness she had been dealing with all this while. It was a great time, but she felt like she really couldn’t approach this man that same way again. He just seemed too strong and intimidating currently, becoming a different person overnight + +She also knew herself and she didn’t think she was the type of woman that deserved someone like him. Looking at the destruction he was bringing down on beasts that they would have to spend hours fighting, she knew someone like him wouldn’t stay in one place for too long. A person of his caliber deserved somebody that wasn’t damaged, and was meant for much greater things. A sad expression passed by her face as she depreciatingly thought about this + +She thought of the attack yesterday as she watched the monsters outside the city howl as flames kept on falling onto them and melting their ranks clean through. That attack had occurred the moment they began destroying dungeons. Anger rose in her as she thought about this. That attack was deliberate. Their enemy was much stronger than they were, and they knew nothing about them + +She looked to the skies once more as she hoped. She just hoped they now had someone just as strong that would stand by their side. She was planning on staying in Star City for quite a while to take care of things that might fall apart because of the absence of a great friend of hers. + +He had saved her once in the past and owed a great deal to him, and yet she wasn’t even there when he died. Her wrathful heart was getting some relief as she watched three TITANs angrily rushing around the other beasts avoiding flames. They had tried jumping to reach the target in the sky, but this resulted in even more gruesome injuries as patches of their body were melted from the continued rushing flames + +Elizabeth looked at this ridiculous sight of three rank A BOSSes that effectively could not do a single thing to the man in the skies and thought maybe, just maybe, they would be alright. + +The monsters began dispersing as they couldn’t deal with the attacks coming down, and this was when another attack was introduced. Circular explosive blasts of cold elements wrecked the area where the monsters were in, blowing them to smithereens and only leaving behind blue flames + +With the combination of flames and these cold blasts, a majority of the beasts were destroyed or sent running. The three TITANs did not make it out alive as their bodies lay burnt and frozen in the chaotic Barrens + +She, along with the other hunters placed on the broken walls looked up to the figure in the sky in reverence and fear. He hadn’t come down even once, but the horde of beasts lay dead around him. + +--- + +After watching the unbelievable show of the decimation of beasts, hope rose in the hearts of many as they looked to the future. Communications were properly established and they were able to get a better grasp of the situation around them. The Empire’s capital was damaged, but still standing because of the strength of Steel Mikhail. Other cities that had rank A hunters and a multitude of rank B’s were able to bring things under control, but the deaths were in the millions for many cities, with others completely destroyed + +News from the United Federation was just as grim, with some countries destroyed and others turning lawless. People from all sides were living in fear as this scene from some time ago repeated itself. + +Something even more disastrous was a new threat that had just appeared. Besides the large horde of beasts coming towards the Empire, another had formed and was targeting the United Federation. This horde had something that made many people tremble in fear, it was a mythical beast they hadn’t seen before, a dragon. News from those that saw this beast and were still alive said it had come out of a monolith larger than any of the currently doc.u.mented ones, and that it spelled destruction for the entire world + +When the images were first seen, the officials did not want to believe it. The dragon was not carrying out indiscriminate destruction, but occupied a few countries and declared himself King. Any hunters that dared to defy him would be killed without question. Something even more startling was that this was the first beast that was able to communicate with the humans, making commands and reformations that the occupied countries had to follow + +This threat was something they did not know how they could possibly deal with. Leaders were panicking with no options in sight as at this sudden development. Were their lands about to be taken over by foreign invaders? + +Amidst all of this, a new hero was rising above the destruction to bring a semblance of hope towards the people. Because of him, one particular city in the Empire faced the lowest number of casualties. He was a versatile mage that fought in the front lines tirelessly casting skill after skill with boundless energy. He was the peak rank A Hunter known as Noah Osmont. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-47.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-47.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4dad6d7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-47.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 46 - Unshackled" +slug: "ch-47" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 47 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1310 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I observed the burning lands beneath me as the screams of beasts rang out. Whatever plans the three TITANs had to besiege the city were out of the window as every beast in their ranks fell, and eventually they themselves met their end. + +My defenses were a notch below these rank A BOSSes, as can be seen by how the first one I took down yesterday broke a few bones with a slap. My offensive skills could not be matched though, as the damage of rank A skills that were further boosted by support skills ravaged their defenses after just one attack. + +I floated down to the burning ground to pick up the [Core]s. Similar to yesterday, many of them were rank A cores as the beasts came from a rank A dungeon break. I left lower level cores aside when I was flying through the city yesterday, only grabbing and absorbing the higher-ranked ones when I stood guard in the sky the last few hours. + +With the death of many beasts here, as well as the large piles of cores I could see besides the three dead TITANs, I should be able to absorb enough until I reach the cap of 300 for my attributes. With the skills that provided additional attributes, mine had already broken through to the next rank after A. What was this rank? Maybe I’d be the pioneer to find out + +Besides the cores, I found two rank A skills and an item from the three BOSSes, the two skills being [Spear of Destiny- Dark energy manifests in the form of a spear that aims at the hearts of your enemies] and [Ultra Regeneration- As long as your heart beats and your brain is still functioning, you will not meet death]. The item was a purple armor that looked extremely sturdy called [Armament of the Commander]. I learned the skills and equipped the armor, enjoying the new feeling of safety after the hard material covered the entirety of my body. + +I went back towards the city after that and met many hunters that were prepared for a fight that was finished. I nodded at Elizabeth and went back with her into the military sector to listen to the updates they had received so far. + +The news was grim, with many deaths and some cities that couldn’t be reached. A monster that exceeded rank A had taken over countries in the United Federation, and the threat of the horde of beasts with the terrifyingly large turtle that was most likely of the same rank as the one appearing in the United Federation had its horde increased in size and was accelerating towards the Empire. + +I listened to all of these pieces of information and knew what I would be doing from now on. There was no time to waste, so I used my newly formed influence in the city to get many things in order. The first thing was to procure more storage rings, and I was able to find two more rank B and 3 rank C rings from the military inventory, bringing my total collection of storage rings to 5 rank c, and 3 rank B. + +Half of these rings would be filled with food and daily necessities as I was planning to leave the city, roam the Barrens, and give aid to any other existing cities while going towards the monster horde heading towards us. Specialized hunters from the Empire would be doing this within the next few days, but I would move out first. This responsibility did not feel that heavy on me, as the strength I had more than made up for it. I knew that my [Focus] was blank for a reason, and it wasn’t to waste it away just clearing dungeons in cities and being entertained. + +I made this clear to the rankers that were standing atop this city, and their expressions turned somber as they heard. Elizabeth looked at me and spoke, "We will reinforce and meet you at the outer perimeters of the Empire as things are being settled. The information shows that the horde will reach the outer perimeters in around a week" + +She spoke with conviction, looking straight into my eyes for the first time in a while. I nodded at her and moved along to secure other matters before I began moving. I knew the remaining hunters wouldn’t sit still as their Empire faced this enemy, but I also didn’t want to see more deaths. They would make their own choices though, and I couldn’t change that. They would focus on stabilizing the surrounding cities and making sure no more dungeon breaks occur. + +The consensus seemed to be that destroying dungeons completely was good, but it was to be regulated. They were horrific designs that brought them much death and pain, but they also allowed for more people to grow stronger when they were repeatedly cleared. Some would be destroyed, while others that can be comfortably cleared would be left behind. + +It took an entire 3 hours after this until I was ready to leave. During that time I had chosen more rank B skills from the military inventory and the ones that had dropped that I hadn’t learned yet. The newly gained skills mostly augmented my damage and defense further. + +They were [Greater Flame Penetration],[Burning Soul], and [Elementalist] that respectively reduced the flame resistance of enemies, seared their core with flames and caused more damage when using element-based skills. [Hard Body], [Diamond Skin], and [Elemental Mirror] all boosted my defenses even further, making my body seem out of this world with the colors and textures if I had not been keeping active skills like [Stealth] and [Shadow Veil] that hid all the iridescent colors and effects + +The remaining time was spent stuffing the storage rings with all sorts of meals that I had prepared, from the steaks I liked to nonperishable foods that could last me more than two weeks. + +After that was the somber military burial for the death of many soldiers and Vice Admirals across the city that put their lives on the line. One particular soldier being honored was Vice Admiral Magnar, his death causing a large gap that would not be filled any time soon. + +Once all of this was done and I was ready to go, I was met with a row of soldiers and hunters sending me off. I would meet them all again soon enough when they begin moving towards the beast horde, and didn’t know who would be lucky to come out alive from that fight + +Elizabeth stood at the forefront while I flew away, only telling me to be safe and wait for them before facing off against the enemy. I couldn’t begin to understand what she was thinking, and I myself didn’t have the luxury of getting emotionally sidetracked right now. Who knows, maybe after everything was over I would put in the time. + +I flew away from Star City and went towards the desolate Barrens where monsters roamed free. Dungeons didn’t only appear in cities, and they would be all over the land. The ones appearing outside of cities would have dungeon breaks and allow monsters to roam free. There were specialized hunter squads made to regularly hunt down monsters in the Barrens before they made their way to the walled-off cities. I would be acting as a one-man squad this time around and take down anything I come across + +The ultimate goal at the end of this journey was the death and loot from the ridiculously huge turtle in the middle of hundreds of thousands of beasts. All I had with me were rank A skills that were boosted multiple times with support skills being kept active at all times. Would they be enough to take down something a level higher? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-48.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-48.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..82b3859 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-48.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 47 - A terrible beast" +slug: "ch-48" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 48 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1175 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Hunters all over the Empire were bracing themselves for a fight that determined their future. A horde of beasts was on their way, and Admirals scrambled to get their regiments in order after the latest attack that left many dead and injured. Enough hunters had to be moved to face the oncoming threat while also leaving enough behind to clear the newly appeared dungeons around the cities + +There were enemies all around, with not enough people on hand. Higher-ups of the Empire had slightly less despondent thoughts as intel regarding a particularly powerful hunter made its way to the top. The hunter had faced crowds of monsters that were about to besiege Star City and took them all down single-handedly. With the addition of top hunters like Steel Mikhail, they felt like they could still come out of this predicament in one piece + +Commands were quickly given as pieces began being moved. They were tired and fearful, but they would not give in. They would fight until their last breath if they had to. Cities gradually became stabilized as hunters began moving to the periphery of the Empire to meet the coming enemy + +--- + +The United Federation was in a dire state after the recent attacks. Three of its countries had already fallen into the hands of a powerful black dragon that killed anyone that defied it. The terror of this dragon was just beginning as it began making movements. It had many underlings beneath it that looked like a mixture of humans and lizards, as well as smaller reptiles that looked similar to it but had no wings. + +The Black Dragon’s first movement made many despair, as it commanded the human hunters that heeled under its strength to form into a force that attacked the surrounding countries. It had many beasts under its command to use, but it was mostly using humans to fight other humans for its dominion. Scenes of hunters facing each other in battles had already started, causing a sense of defeat from any parties that came out alive in these battles + +Both were fighting to defend the lives of the people in their countries, with one side trying to protect the millions that were already subjugated under the Black Dragon’s forces. Any dissent from them could cause the death of millions of people with just a word from the terrible beast. + +Leaders in the Blessed Empire were observing this situation while providing support to the United Federation for the first time in a while. Resources were spread thin as hunters had to be sent towards an impending horde to the south, others to remain to protect the Empire itself, and some to be sent towards the United Federation. If the countries there all fell under the command of the Black Dragon, the Empire would be next. + +--- + +The Dark Sword, Kazuhiko, was feeling a different emotion for the first time in a while. It wasn’t the usual apathy and disinterest that he felt even after the apocalypse occurred. He had naturally awakened and risen to become the most powerful hunter of the United Federation as time passed + +He had cleared dungeons, faced rank A TITANs, and done everything his teenage mind had ever dreamed of. But he was quickly bored again. Even after dungeons appeared en masse again, the rank A BOSSes from the dungeon breaks quickly fell under his sword + +But now, something different was occurring. His blood boiled as he saw the images of the huge Black Dragon that was making its way to the center of the United Federation. He felt like this huge beast would be a sufficient opponent for him, but he also knew his limitations. Even though he was a battle junkie, he still wanted to keep his life. The beast they were going against was a rank above his, with thousands of beasts surrounding it. This was why he was leading the hunters of the federation that would be standing against the Black Dragon and his forces + +He looked down on the humans that submitted to the beast’s power. Where was their pride for them to stand down so easily? A man should fight to their last breath! Even if the entire team he was leading was to be overpowered, he would not submit under the rule of beasts. He didn’t want that possibility though, as he wanted to live longer and fight many more grand battles, so he was waiting. + +He waited for the hunters around the nation to gather and band together. He waited for the reinforcements from the neighboring Empire. He waited for all the pieces to be moved in place before he faced off against the huge beast and its army. His heart was pounding as he stared at the image of the dragon. He couldn’t wait for the battle to start! + +--- + +Steel Mikhail laid his trusted spear down as he absorbed the information he was receiving. Their Blessed Empire had borne another powerful hunter called Noah Osmont. The information put him on top of the charts just from the exploits he had done so far. He thought about the described scene where this hunter stood against droves of beasts and took down three rank A BOSSes all by himself. Would he be able to do something similar? + +He required the help of other hunters stationed in the capital to take down the rank A BOSSes that had appeared because of multiple dungeon breaks. He had mages healing him and other hunters contributing to keep them busy while he dealt killing blows. Yet Noah seemed to be doing the work of multiple hunters all by himself. He withstood the attacks of a TITAN and came out alive, used highly offensive spells to take it down while also healing injured hunters he came across. He was truly powerful + +Mikhail wasn’t feeling any form of jealousy or envy from his title as the strongest hunter of the Empire going to someone else. He loved the land he was in and would do anything for it. Having stronger hunters was naturally a good thing. + +They had already received news that Noah was making his way towards the monster horde south of the Empire. This showed the man’s confidence in his strength. The Empire was also continuing to send its forces and resources to the outer perimeters to meet the beasts and reinforce this hunter. + +A majority of the high ranking hunters would either be going in the same direction as Noah or towards the United Federation to help with the newly risen threat that would point itself towards the Empire the moment it was left to run rampant. + +He would stay in the capital as its protector. He and a few other hunters would clear the rank A dungeon here, and the newly appeared ones in surrounding cities so that no dungeon breaks would continue occurring. He would be the last line of defense for the millions of people living in the Empire. That was his role. He was the protector. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-49.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-49.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4979a22 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-49.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 48 - Destroyed cities" +slug: "ch-49" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 49 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1423 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Scenes of something you wished were only in your nightmares were making themselves prevalent as I flew across the skies of the desolate Barrens. A semblance of society lay destroyed on the ground, with patches of monsters roaming free. + +Many of these monsters were either being led by a TITAN, or you could occasionally find a few traveling alone. Many of them were cleared after the appearance of dungeons the first time, with the occasional teams being sent whenever a dungeon appeared and a dungeon break occurred in the Barren lands + +After the stabilization of the cities, more hunting squads that handled these monsters would have to be sent out so that they don’t form into larger groups and begin targeting the walled-off cities. + +I had passed by two cities so far, cities that I had seen while driving to Star City not too long ago. Their serene atmosphere was broken as you could see destroyed buildings and smoke, but they were still standing. There were significantly more casualties in other cities that were not lucky enough to have strong hunters stationed + +I was forcing myself to not prioritize a city that I couldn’t keep out of my mind, as there were more cities near me where I could save more people in time. I would move at the fastest pace towards the place I awakened in, Outer Bank X + +The two cities I passed were still trying to clear any monsters running around inside, with a few patches of monsters slowly getting together outside the city walls. I began with the inside of the cities and sniped the monsters with [Doom Bolt]. Hunters would be chasing the beasts only to see of a flash of lightning and a charred corpse right after, looking to the skies to see my figure flashing away with [Instant Transfer] to my next target + +When I was met with any TITANs grouping monsters together, I cast [Spear of Destiny] towards them. A dark palpitating spear more than twice my size would form and strike down towards these large beasts, nailing them to the ground. Rank B BOSSes required two or three hits of this spear that always aimed at their chest before a bloody hole appeared, where their hearts used to be ruptured. + +Rank A BOSSes required well over multiple casts of [Spear of Destiny], as they instinctively felt the deadly spears headings towards them and either tried to evade or block. After their arms became a mess of flesh and bones and their mobility was reduced, the dark spears dug through the tight chest muscles until they reached their hearts. + +I only came across two other rank A BOSSes, adding to my collection another rank A skill and item. The skill was [Arc Lightning- A terrifying lightning that chains onto other nearby enemies strikes down] and the item was [Fairy’s Wings]. + +This was the first item I found that wasn’t a generic armor or weapon, but it’s effectiveness was low when it came to me. When equipped, it looked like white glowing wings of light spread out from my back. The wings allowed you to float as long as mana was supplied, and having them on increased your maneuverability and speed in the air. I didn’t need the floating function because of [Flight], but I would have them on for the boost they provide while I was flying. My speed became even faster, allowing me to reach the third city today before night fell + +This city was even more desolate than the last two, with a majority of it in ruins and hunters still holding off monsters. I tried [Arc Lightning] for the first time here and watched a streak of blue lightning pierce into one monster, and then it continued flying and chaining towards multiple others. In larger groups of monsters, the skill was able to chain more than 8 times to take down multiple beasts + +I flew around this city and cast [Guardian’s Light] towards the injured. My figure that was flying through the skies releasing golden lights while having glowing wings outstretched behind only made me stand out even more. The city and its surrounding area was cleared of monsters in no time, and I chose to spend the night here as I realized I couldn’t hunt effectively at night with the low visibility. + +When I took the journey to Star City last time, it had taken us the entire day from Outer Bank X to get there. Yet now, I was only halfway through to Outer Bank X as I worked to take down groups of monsters and aid the struggling cities I came across. At the same time I was clearing any dungeons that were high risk so that another dungeon break didn’t occur. After seeing the state of most hunters in the city, I also gave out the many rank B skill books, items, and cores I didn’t have need of to raise multiple rank B hunters in the past three cities that could effectively handle the new dungeons that arose + +I would reach Outer Bank X tomorrow, but my head was aching from what I might see when I get there. More than a day had passed since dungeons appeared en masse again, if a city was faced with strong monsters, its outcome would already be decided by now. I hoped for the best, but I prepared myself for the more than likely scenario of destruction that I might see tomorrow. + +I wanted to keep to myself tonight, so after flying around this third city and healing any that were badly injured, I found a destroyed building to get into to sleep for the night. I went into a high rise building that was badly damaged and found an enclosed room to stay in where I took out some of the food in my storage rings and finally ate something today while thinking about the future + +--- + +Early in the morning when dawn broke, I rose from the destroyed building and continued my way towards Outer Bank X. There was a long-distance with only the Barrens to look at before I reached the next city. The cl.u.s.ters of monsters were becoming more frequent as I went further out of the Empire, leaving me with a heavy heart as more of my conjectures were turning out to be true. The groups of beasts in the Barrens were only met with death as dark flames, explosive cold blasts, or chaining lightning decimated their ranks. I was releasing all of my anger onto them, but it seemed to be ever so increasing. + +I passed through another city that I recalled was right before Outer Bank X, and the sight did not bode well for what I would be seeing from now on. All around me was carnage, with beasts running rampant and very few survivors in sight. I looked at the city below me in anger and sadness as the bloody sight laid itself bare + +Lightning rained down as it chained from beast to beast, destroying anything it came across as my rage continued to build up. I was angry at the beasts, but I was also angry at myself and many others in the empire. + +The most powerful hunters were stationed and concentrated in the cities further inland. It seemed only natural as they held higher-ranked dungeons and they were required to clear them. Even I left Outer Bank X to go to a core defense city that held higher ranking dungeons. But this natural thing meant there were very few powerful hunters in the outer cities of the empire + +Nobody had ever expected dungeons to appear en masse again, but they did. With these cities having a few rank B hunters and many more lower-ranking ones, how could they handle it if a rank A dungeon appeared and a dungeon break occurred? + +Unless they were lucky enough for more powerful hunters to naturally awaken and take the lead in defending them, some cities faced complete destruction. Similar to the first advent of the apocalypse, many deaths will occur throughout the world until those truly powerful begin to fully mobilize. + +The only sliver of hope was people hiding in underground bunkers as the monsters roamed above them, only left to wait for a chance of survival. I looked at the destroyed city while taking down the beasts in the most excruciating ways possible, hoping many people were able to hide themselves and bunker down in some of the purposefully created shelters. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-5.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-5.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5d61c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-5.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 4 - Is that a rookie...or?" +slug: "ch-5" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 5 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1531 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +An idea solidly formed in my head and took root. I knew what I had to do. I didn’t wanna cause too huge of a commotion, so even though I will have to go in a roundabout way, I can still keep on diving into dungeons today. + +The plan was to head to another dungeon after leaving [Ape’s Paradise]. As much as I wanted to enter the dungeon again, I know I would easily be recognized the moment I head towards the entrance again. + +I won’t repeatedly dive into dungeons with such a fast clear speed until I have some measure of confidence to be able to protect myself from most threats. The goal for now is...power close to or equivalent to Rank B. + +There was a single B Rank Hunter in this city, and he was a known celebrity. The strength he showed made many people fearful, as even bullets and snipers were ineffective against someone of rank B + +The city I’m in though, Outer Bank X , was only a small-sized city with a few dungeons, the highest rank being C. Other cities that are further inland have way more powerful hunters with even greater level dungeons + +My next stop will be at the rank E dungeon, [Frozen Wasteland], which many hunters did not frequent. With the extremely cold characteristics, this dungeon held 20 floors, with various beasts of cold attributes appearing. It should be even easier to clear with my constant casting of [Fireball] + +Before I head to the [Frozen Wasteland] though, I do want to continue testing just how many more times I can cast my sole skill at the moment, [Fireball]. From the previous 500 times, I’ve cast it 200+ times while clearing this dungeon + +Wrapping my thoughts up, I moved a distance away from the green crystal and began my experimentation of whether I could endlessly cast skills or If I just had an abnormal amount of [Focus] that I could not see + +Thus, a weird scene unfolded on the last floor of [Ape’s Paradise], with a man all by himself continuously casting fireballs. They exploded a few meters from him, and more followed right after + +20 minutes passed. + +I was still casting [Fireball] without stopping, causing my wildly beating heart to be leaning towards that insane idea. Approximately over a thousand casts in the last 20 minutes..let’s continue some more + +40 minutes later, I had gone past the excitement, ran over fear, got over the whole ridiculous idea...and taken it as a fact. This was something out of my wildest dreams, and I did not even understand how it could be possible + +In the last hour, I had cast an F rank skill, [Fireball], over 3000 times...not even someone of Rank A, or the highest known ranking Hunter, Steel Mikhail, would be able to do something like this. This both scared me and gave me a wild hope to someday stand up not far from them + +Over the span of the time, the balls of fire that came out gradually became more condensed, and their explosions more pronounced as well as traveling much faster. In the last 10 minutes, instead of usually casting 1 fireball every second, 2 rushed out per second + +They were apparently becoming smaller, faster, and more explosive as I continued to cast them. This should be my proficiency rising at a stupid crazy rate because of how many times I am casting the skill. My current panel looked like this + +[Noah][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 10] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 10] + +[Skill(s): (Fireball-59)] + +The proficiency for the skill [Fireball] had amazingly risen all the way to 59, a crazy figure to wrap my head around. As far as I knew, there were very few people who had their proficiency higher than 30, as Hunters continuously improved themselves and got higher ranking skills with the passing of time + +An F Rank Hunter using [Fireball] as their first skill would move on to using an E ranking skill as soon as they gained the funds to buy one. No one spent that much time using one of the lowest ranking skills for an extended period of time + +Looking at the high proficiency, it made me excited about what would happen if I continue to cast and raise it even more. The power of the [Fireball] skill should currently surpass any other skills of the next rank in the damage and speed that it flies at, it’s most likely nearing rank D in its offensive ability + +I was itching to continue my test of endless casting but brought myself to stop and move on to the plans on my agenda. + +I moved towards the still glowing green crystal in the middle of the room and placed my hand on it, which instantly teleported me outside the monolith. I appeared not too far from the entrance, with a few people glancing my way with surprised expressions + +"Did his entire team wipe, or do we have a ranker here?" Hunter F + +"Hah! A Ranker? Have you ever seen them dressed like that with a flimsy backpack on them? My apologies kid, I hope they weren’t your closest friends!" Hunter G + +A few people noticed the abnormalities as someone finished the dungeon and was transported out alone. My current attire really did not match anyone of Rank C or higher, as many people quickly noticed + +Most of the people that were there an hour and a half ago when I went in the dungeon were either gone or not paying attention, as the surrounding compound of the dungeon was a fairly large space + +I ignored the pitying gazes of Hunters who thought the rest of my team was gone and headed towards the gate. Funny enough, I was becoming more and more used of ignoring other people’s gazes as this day went on + +Outside the gate, there were a few stalls and people rushing about. I went towards another section where there were a few cars lined up and planned to use the Hunter Ride system + +There were many people making their living driving hunters from dungeons to the Awakened Center or to their lodging. It was a very dangerous job as you can always have an unstable customer, but this time they’re superpowered people who could either blow you up or snap your neck with a twist of their hands + +One man quickly came up to me with a smiling expression and asked if I needed a ride. I nodded and quickly got on the parked Dodge Charger in front of me, our destination, the [Frozen Wasteland] + +In the 25 minute trip towards the next dungeon, I kept on thinking of any things that I missed and went over my plans for the next few days. + +Time quickly passed and we neared another huge monolith, this one with a slight tinge of orange. Many hunters did not like clearing this dungeon because of the extreme cold, resulting in mandatory clean up by the government routinely + +I would take my time in this dungeon though, as there were significantly fewer hunters, and even a single run would probably net me more than double the money I made in [Ape’s Paradise] + +I paid the high fare and got out of the car, flashing my hunter license to the guards at the door, who didn’t bother with me after giving me a second look and shaking their heads + +Hey, I promise you I’m not just a hunter on a suicide mission alright? + +I look around the enclosure of this dungeon and head towards the entrance. There wasn’t even a team on standby to be entering. With a few hunters cl.u.s.tered on some stalls and shops selling food and equipment + +Nothing held me back as I quickly went to the entrance and placed my hand on one of the square doors, which quickly transported me to the first floor of the rank E dungeon, [Frozen Wasteland] + +I was quickly besieged by the cold that drove many hunters away, and quickly cast 2 fireballs that did not fly away from me this time but circled around me. Doing this usually required Hunters to continuously provide more energy, but nothing like that could be felt from me + +As soon as I commanded the fireballs to circle a few feet away from me, the cold was majorly offset and nowhere near where it was before + +There wasn’t a pause to be given though, as I soon heard the growling of animals that quickly showed themselves. Clear white wolves were rushing towards me, their glistening white teeth flashing menacingly in the white wasteland + +There wasn’t a single hint of fear in me though, as I moved forward confidently. Condensed [Fireball]s were quickly rushing from me at high speeds, exploding on the wolves’ bodies and blowing masses of meat away + +The group was quickly taken care of in the first volley of fireballs, and all that was left for me was to pick up the [Core] that dropped + +I looked forward to the misty cold path in front of me as I rushed down this 20 Floor dungeon that would be the beginning of my journey. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-50.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-50.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..79838aa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-50.md @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 49 - Rage against an unknown enemy" +slug: "ch-50" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 50 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1343 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The process didn’t take too long as extremely terrifying rank A skills rained down on the beasts until all that was left was charred or mangled bodies. I repeatedly used [War Cry] while flying across the skies to see if there were any people lucky enough to evade the rampage of the beasts + +I already observed some underground structures broken through and the people huddled inside killed, but expected some to be luckier in such a large city. A few hunters and people began rising out minutes after I began using [War Cry], fear and despair on their faces as they looked at the city they used to know + +The city was very large and widespread with collections of people far apart, so I gave them all a singular message. The path towards the inner cities of the empire was cleared, and they should start making their way there. + +I continued to increase the number of [Core]s, [Skill Book]s, and [Item]s from the many BOSSes I had been taking down on the way here, so I used my gut and chose people and hunters that seemed to hold another emotion besides fear for the beasts that did this to them. I looked for any people with rage on their faces and handed out many of the cores, skills, and items that were useless to me. This would strengthen them and make them strive to do even more + +I spent a few hours in this city, trying to quickly wrap up the rescue and strengthen process so I could head towards Outer Bank X. I flew with apprehension towards the old city I used to live in as I knew I would be subjected to a similar scene + +I reached the broken walls of Outer Bank X after another hour of killing groups of beasts roaming the Barrens, and even though I was prepared for the scenes of destruction, I still felt a pain in my chest. Similar to the city before, monsters roamed free with many people brutally dead across the city + +My heart felt the growing rage that I had nowhere to aim to besides the mindless beasts that continued their destruction. I wanted to find those responsible for this. I wanted to find the enemy that continued to play with us and the lives of billions. But they were nowhere to be found, only mindless beasts continuing their destruction + +I repeated what I did in the previous city with a heavy heart as the monsters fell to a variety of my destructive skills as I looked for any survivors in the city. The process repeated itself similarly, with thousands of people being lucky enough to hide in underground bunkers all over the city and not be found by the pursuing beasts + +None of the hunters I knew in this city were anywhere to be found. The confident face of the female hunter that spoke without regard passed through my mind. She was nowhere to be found. I flew around the city as I located the destroyed structure of the dilapidated apartment I used to live in. The building was half destroyed with no signs of life. Where my lodging used to be was now just air, with rubble on the ground being all that was was left of it. Emptiness that I didn’t think I could feel pervaded my body as I took my time and watched this scene + +I had watched so many of these scenes of death and misery that I thought I couldn’t get anymore enraged, but I was wrong. I reigned in my emotions as I passed out skill books, items, and cores to the many people remaining alive in the city while telling a similar message as before, for them to head towards the standing cities of the Empire + +I rose to the skies and looked at the destroyed Outer Bank X for the last time as I moved even faster, making it my goal to comb through the periphery of the Empire and destroy as many groups of beasts as I could. + +Another day passed and I was able to pass by a few hunter groups led by rank A hunters that were carrying out a similar mission to mine. It took a few days for the hunters to stabilize their cities and start sending out more squads to purge the beasts populating the Barrens and give aid to other cities. I could also see regiments of soldiers in huge lines of trucks carrying supplies heading straight to the defense line where the collision with the horde of monsters would soon occur + +I helped any hunters and people that required aid while giving out skill books to awaken even more hunters that still had the will to fight. I was killing so many monsters of lower ranks that the many rings I had were nearly filling up, making me very generous in giving away the resources I held. I would give more than half away whenever I came across regiments of soldiers led by Vice Admirals or Admirals. They would be putting their lives on the line soon enough, strengthening their ranks before this fight would still be beneficial + +The Blessed Empire was large, with many cities populating it, but I wasn’t moving alone in the Empire. The cities and people that could be saved were saved in the next few days, with more and more hunters congregating to the last defense line getting ready for the brutal fight + +I was able to take down five more rank A BOSSes while moving these past few days, providing me with an abundance of cores that brought my attributes all the way to 300 for [Vitality] and [Strength] even without putting the attributes from the support skills into account. The rank A [Focus] attributes were given to the military as I still had no use for them, the blank attribute not changing the slightest no matter how many I absorbed + +Three skills and two items also dropped from these rank A BOSSes, the skills being [Void Slash- Cut the area in front of you with a swing of your sword], [Expansion- Burn your energy to expand your body to its limits], and [Pain Resistance- The perception of pain in your body is dulled]. I learned the [Expansion] and [Pain Resistance] in a blink and put away [Void Slash] that I wouldn’t be using for now. I could use both of the items, one being a rank A storage ring and the other was [Emperor’s Boots], granting me a boost in speed that further enhanced my already fast [Flight] + +The time was quickly approaching as the horde neared the Empire, and I went towards the defense line to meet the coming enemies head-on while trying to minimize the deaths of hunters as much as possible. They had erected a wall and trenches that stretched for miles left and right where many hunter soldiers were stationed. + +The Empire was preparing for this horde for a while now, and the sudden appearance of new dungeons and beasts had only damaged parts of the defense line that were repaired as soon as the hunters took back control. + +I placed the colorful [Fairy’s Wings] into my ring as I flew towards one of the command centers. My figure put the already tense hunters on high alert, but ecstatic expressions rose on their faces as soon as they saw it was me. I had been moving across the Empire rapidly these past few days, becoming widely known as more and more of the hunters I saved moved around. I had also met with the military regiments multiple times and provided them with the loot that was filling my rings, making many of the hunters in the military excited when I neared + +I landed on top of the wall lined up with soldiers as I looked out to the wide expanse of Barrens before us. A horde of hundreds of thousands of beast would soon be upon us from this quiet stretch of land \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-51.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-51.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..60f4665 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-51.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 50 - Collision between opposing forces" +slug: "ch-51" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 51 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1236 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +As hunters prepared to face the monsters with the moving landmass of a turtle at the lead in the Blessed Empire, other hunters were banding together to stand against the tyranny of the black dragon in the United Federation. + +With the continued aid from the Empire, a coalition of forces was created consisting of hunters from each of the nearby countries and the Empire. The person leading this coalition of hunters was the Dark Sword, Kazuhiko. His power was renowned in the United Federation and he was among the strongest hunters to take the lead against the terror of the dragon. + +The Black Dragon continued to propagate its forces, increasing its influence towards the surrounding countries in the span of the week. The hunters from the overtaken countries had no choice but to listen to the commands of the beast that held the lives of their loved ones in its hands. + +The beast would not act a majority of the time, staying behind the ranks of its crowds of monsters and only stepping in whenever a powerful hunter was making a stand. Its power was destructive and nobody could stand against it. The combination of The Dark Sword, along with other peak rank A hunters was what the forces were hoping to stand against the power of the dragon. Only time will tell, as the two forces neared one another. A collision between the coalition of hunters and beasts was imminent. + +--- + +On the defense line at the outer periphery of the empire. A hunter was holding a long staff as he looked at the scene around him. To his left and right were rows of hunters holding mage staffs similar to his and even more holding exquisite bows in their hands. + +Below him were even more hunters holding a variety of shields, swords, and other close combat weapons. They were ready to put their lives on the line for the beasts that were coming. His hand that was holding the staff was trembling as he began to feel the ground beneath him to do the same. + +Dust was quickly rising on the horizon, signaling the coming of the monsters. The trembling hunter turned his head towards one of the command centers where he could see the powerful hunters of the empire congregating. Standing on the lead of these hunters was a man with dark hair and a radiant fair complexion. His body donned an ethereal purple armor that vaunted strength. He stood at the forefront, overlooking the walls and the people with an expression that seemed to give off conviction. + +The trembling weapon in the hunter’s hands settled just a little at this scene. He knew this hunter that assured the fears of many of the people here. His regiment was about to be overtaken by a pack of beasts led by a rank A TITAN on their way here, and this man appeared out of nowhere with powerful skills that took care of the beasts that were about to take their lives as if it was nothing. It was this strength that gave many hunters hope of seeing the next day in one piece + +The dust on the horizon continued to grow larger as more small dots could be seen with the n.a.k.e.d eye. As time passed, the small dots could be seen getting larger and larger at every step. The hunters were prepared, those with long-ranged weapons and spells protected on top of the makeshift walls, with hunters hoisting large shields and broadswords moving forward to meet the incoming enemy. + +The horde of beasts was becoming clear in the eyes of the hunters as a conglomeration of all types of beasts became apparent. From apes to lions, all the way to extremely oversized poisonous toads, they were all rushing towards them with eyes filled with bloodl.u.s.t. + +Their hearts became firm as they prepared to clash with the waves of monsters. Noah Osmont, the hunter that many people were placing their hopes on, rose in the air as the beasts neared. Other hunters with flying summons also filled the skies as a huge black eagle could be seen not too far away, a famous hunter was also seen with their signature white pegasus, and even more hunters with bats or other winged beasts appeared + +Skills were prepared as everybody felt their energy bubbling at full capacity. Much of the horde was now visible, and to the far back was a hideously misshapen turtle that had green pulsating spikes poking out of its hard shell. Its size seemed larger than 20 meters as it took world-shaking steps towards the crowd of humans in front of it, each of its steps shaking the land + +Noah acted first as a cry rang out from him, invigorating the hunters all around and easing their fears. His hand rose to the skies as a long staff appeared pointing forward. Multiple five-meter circles came to light in the air, dark red flames spurting out towards the incoming beasts as [Infernal Purge] was cast. The circles increased exponentially as time passed, making the skies above the beasts look hellish as the flames flew down towards them + +Hunters saw this destructive power coming from their side and cheered, their spirits lifted as they prepared skills of their own. + +BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! + +Chaos had begun as the flames reached down and burnt everything they touched. At the same time, blue streaks of lightning were shooting down, traveling through ranks of monsters as if they were connected by a rope. [Arc Lightning] was also being continuously cast towards the coming beasts as they began falling in droves from the skills of just one hunter + +ROAAAR! + +A thundering sound was heard as the TITAN of a turtle spread its wide jaws open...and a green pillar of energy shot out towards the hunter causing such destruction. + +ZOOM! + +The green pillar of energy hit the air as hunters scrambled to move aside, Noah’s figure disappearing from where it was and appearing even closer to the horde of beasts as other skills were cast. Immense dark spears began to form around him as [Spear of Destiny] was also used, when a drastic change occurred! + +An alarmed expression rose from Noah’s face as people began to feel another source of power that wasn’t coming from the turtle come to light. Something shot through the skies at extreme speeds towards the figure of Noah, smashing into him in less than a second. + +BOOM! + +It felt like the skies had cracked as multiple defense skills were destroyed. Noah’s body was knocked quite a distance back as it came to stabilize in the air. A grisly wound was on his body as only a mass of wriggling flesh could be seen protruding from his right shoulder. His entire right arm was gone! + +A pained expression rose from him as multiple golden lights began to descend and [Ultra Regeneration] was cast multiple times. The beast that had appeared in front of Noah had a humanoid appearance, but with wings and a stinger that shone in a piercing light coming from its body. It seemed like a grotesque mixture of a humanoid mosquito as it raised its sharp stinger upwards in an unnatural manner and licked the blood and flesh coming off of it. It was only two meters in size, but its power felt no less than the turtle moving on the ground \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-52.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-52.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eaa92bb --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-52.md @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 51 - Not one, but two!" +slug: "ch-52" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 52 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1294 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I felt such an intense level of pain that I would have blacked out if I didn’t have [Pain Resistance] activated. While I was targeting the enormous moving landmass of a beast below, something else that was moving in the dark almost took my life. + +Were it not for the many defense skills like [Diamond Skin], [Hard Body], [Golden Halo], and many more that layered my body at all times, it might not be only an arm I was missing + +The pain was increasing as [Ultra Regeneration] and [Guardian’s Light] continued to fall onto my body and regenerate my arm at a quick pace. + +The formation of bones and muscle was excruciating, and I could only focus on flying and using [Instant Transfer] against the beast that began moving towards me again + +The hunters with flying beasts on our side had met with their opponents in the skies, and there was nobody else to lend a hand as everyone had their hands full. + +I kept my eyes on this grotesque mosquito that moved at quick speeds, dodging the stinger coming towards me by a hair’s breadth each time as I waited to move my focus from the regenerating arm and retaliate with my own skills + +BOOM! BOOM! + +I was under huge pressure as green beams of light continued to come out of the wide jaws of the turtle and decimate the area around me. + +It had focused its attacks on me and continued throwing them out as the stinger of the mosquito continued to try and pierce me once more. + +[Frigid Impermanence] was not hitting the target in front of me as it moved too fast, the moment the skill was casted it would be at another position. + +My arm finally finished regenerating as I felt the movements of my fingers again, and my full focus was placed on the fast moving enemy while evading the poisonous green blasts coming from below. + +Multiple dark spears surrounded me as I casted [Spear of Destiny] multiple times and [Miniature Tornado]es appeared all around me to reduce the movements of this beast. The rough winds affected its flight as it relentlessly tried to get near me, and the game of cat mouse while dodging poisonous lasers resumed in the skies + +--- + +Lightning Hand was putting his entire focus onto the enemies around him as he faced two rank B TITANs. He was swinging a large war hammer that danced with lightning, each swing causing tendrils of blue electricity to smash onto nearby enemies and push them back + +He swung his hammer onto the head of one of the two TITANs as his face looked to the skies where a deadly battle was taking place. + +The forces of the beast horde on the ground was in all out war with hunters, with Admirals and those in high positions screaming out commands for the hunters every second + +Large groups of hunters holding tower shields were holding back the onslaught of beasts while powerful skills were casted towards them. Balls of fire, sharp wind blades, and flaming rocks flew towards the ranks of monsters trying to break through the defenses + +The rank A hunters were in charge of holding back any TITANs that appeared so the defense line does not get broken through. Their job was crucial as even one position that was lost would cause tons of casualties. + +He swung his war hammer to the remaining TITAN near him as its head burst in the shock of lightning and he moved towards an even bigger BOSS that was making its way to the defense line + +A huge black eagle got to this large beast first, its sharp talons shredding the defenses of the beast as it used its feathers as sharp swords to wound it. + +A roar came out of Lightning Hand’s mouth as [Herald of Lightning] was casted, his hammer emanating wild power as balls of lightning flew forward with his swing, smashing onto the chest of the TITAN and knocking it back. The black eagle swooped in with its wide wings and dealt the killing blow, decapitating the head of the injured beast + +Lightning Hand breathed roughly as he nodded at the figure of the golden haired woman on this eagle as they both moved towards other locations on the battlefield, their eyes occasionally looking up to the terrifying sight of tornadoes, beams of green light, and dark spears that were being thrown around in the skies. + +Their fights were dangerous, but nothing as brutal as what the man in the center of attacks of two beasts higher than rank A was facing + +--- + +Steel Mikhail was about to enter a bright orange monolith that represented a rank A dungeon in a neighboring city near the Empire’s capital. His team was waiting for him when he turned around and looked to the south. + +There were only clear blue skies, but he felt that something of great significance had begun over there. + +His heart began pounding when he thought of the beast surpassing rank A that hunters might now be facing. + +He wanted to be at the center himself, but his strength was better suited to prevent dungeon breaks across the Empire. This dungeon was already their third one today that they were called to. If they weren’t here, then they didn’t have to wait for the beasts to come from the outside to reap the lives of their people. + +He reaffirmed his belief as he wished the best of the fight occuring in the south as he and his team placed their hands on the glowing monolith and disappeared. + +--- + +The game of chase continued in the air as the grotesque mosquito continued to dodge the rushing spears and explosive blasts of cold elements as it maneuvered around the rapidly rotating winds of [Miniature Tornado] + +I had to evade and dodge the strikes of the enemy in the air while also avoiding the poisonous blasts from the TITAN of a beast on the ground. My energy was still just as boundless though, my spells continuing to be thrown out while the speed the grotesque mosquito was slowing down + +%@#&#!!! + +It let out a grating howl as its frustration reached the peak and its body began glowing in a green light. + +My skills continued to rain down on the beast to prevent whatever it was trying to do. The green light surrounding its body became denser as it became faster and came at me with much more vigor. I thought about how I could get an attack to hit this beast as I watched it speed towards me + +The only time it stopped moving even for an instant was when it attacked my body for the first time. My heart raced as a wild idea spread and I recklessly implemented it as I saw the stinger come towards me again. + +Time seemed to slow down as I shifted my body sideways but did not dodge completely, the stinger piercing through the right side of my stomach as my hands reached out to grab a hold of the beast which had its needle-like appendage lodged in my body briefly. + +Three dark pulsating spears penetrated the body of the insect in front of me as a destructive blast of ice elements bloomed between us and blew both of us apart + +BOOM! + +I was prepared for the shock, [Guardian’s Light] and [Ultra Regeneration] already being casted multiple times as I looked at the injured insect that leaked green puss all over its body. It was wobbling in the air as it began to pull itself down towards the humongous spiked turtle below, which seemed to have become enraged as more then three blasts of poisonous green beams were shot towards me \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-53.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-53.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..508a9f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-53.md @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 52 - The Sword Master" +slug: "ch-53" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 53 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Kazuhiko looked at the opposing hunters before him as his katana thirsted for more blood. The inherent skill that gave him the strength to be where he was today, {SWORD MASTER}, seemed to be calling out for more bloodshed. + +Yet, he saw the faces of terrified hunters that were putting their lives on the line and hesitated. These were the hunters whose countries fell under the tyranny of the Black Dragon and were forced to fight on the front lines of the war that continued to be waged + +He looked down on the weak wills of these hunters and wanted to go back to the simpler times when he would cut down monsters without batting an eye. But it was human beings standing opposite him this time, making his blade hesitate. He didn’t like this feeling. He understood their reasons, but that still wouldn’t stop him from looking down on them. + +He was frustrated as he thought about what he should do while he watched the messy fight playing out, and the reptiles standing on two feet in the far back of the battle field. + +They looked like a mixture of humans and lizards, having the humanoid figure with scaly skin and a thick tail coming out from behind. They held jagged blades on their hands as they struck down deserters and any hunters standing against them + +The excited smile returned to Kazuhiko’s face as he looked at these monsters that looked strong, especially the larger dragon-man hybrid commanding them in the back. + +His katana was pulsating, ready to go, and he made his choice. He would strike down anything that stood against him, but he’ll be softer on the enemies from the same species as him. + +He would try his best not to make critical strikes that would take their lives, and at most incapacitate them. But as for those beasts...his mouth curved up delightfully as his blade vibrated and he disappeared + +A nearby hunter was knocked out cold and fell down with a thump, and a lizard man’s head flew off as [Blade Dance] was activated. + +This was a rank A skill he had come across months back, and was one that he loved using the most. His figure moved across the battlefield as he carried out a dance between a man and a sword. He felt the rush as his body moved in an elegant fashion while serrating the necks of his enemies. Everywhere he passed, blood flowed + +The lizardmen only saw a flash before their heads left their bodies and the hunters felt a deep impact that knocked them out cold. + +In the chaotic battlefield, a surprising scene unfolded where an entire field of more than 10 meters went silent, blood was gushing in the air as only a single man stood in the middle, rejoicing as the [Blade Dance] finished + +The unexpected emptiness caught the eyes of one of the beasts’ commander, a huge lizard that looked closer to a komodo dragon as it moved across. + +A long forked tongue slid out of its mouth as it sensed everything around it, it’s blazing eyes honing in on the only human smiling joyfully where his brethren lay dead. Someone dared to stand against them?! + +Its thick legs smacked the ground as the jaws that could tear the skies snapped towards Kazuhiko. + +Kazuhiko looked at this large figure barreling down on him as his blood pumped. ’Yes! Yes! Yes!!!" This was what he wanted! This was a fight! Dark light enveloped him as his body expanded more than twice his size, the katana he was holding now looking more like a knife. + +With a wicked smile, [Dominator’s Sword Wave] was casted as his katana became enveloped in a dark light and he collided with the large beast + +SWISH! + +An uncomfortable sound reverberated throughout the battlefield as Kazuhiko appeared behind the sizable beast and his figure began reducing to normal. The beast wasn’t making a sound as its body was separated cleanly in half, all that it left behind being a corpse, cl.u.s.ters of sparkling cores, and a skill book + +The ecstatic hunter put the loot away as he found himself the center of attention in the huge battle field where forces of the United Federation were going against the army of the Black Dragon and its subjugated hunters. + +With the reinforcement of forces from the Blessed Empire, they pushed back the opposing hunters and made the beasts, their true enemies, join the fight. + +The consensus among the hunters in the battle field was to target the beasts and not each other, as they were all fighting for the same thing. + +One side didn’t want the deaths of their countrymen that were under the rule of the Black Dragon, the others wanted to save their people from the terror of the same beast. Yet, there were no good options! Uness the Black Dragon was killed, they had to fight. But who can take down such a terrifying beast? + +Kazuhiko wasn’t phased by the attention, and wanted more of it in fact from the upper ranks of these beasts. He looked to the infuriated lizards that were rushing towards him as he thought, ’Just how many of your kin do I have to kill before you come out?’ + +He wanted to face off against the beast that hunters found themselves hopeless against. He wanted a fight with that winged lizard that kept on flaunting its authority. He might meet his death, but so what? A man has to live a thrilling life! + +The reckless Kazuhiko continued his onslaught of the beasts, only wishing for the main event to come sooner... + +--- + +The war continued on multiple fronts. In the chaotic battlefield with the horde of beasts led by not just one, but two monsters surpassing rank A, a deadly fight continued. + +A retreating and heavily injured beast was rushing from the skies and heading to a lower altitude while trying to evade the onslaught of dark spears and lightning. + +It’s wings had taken injuries that affected its speed, causing more attacks to land on its body. The problem was, these attacks were endless! + +The oversized mosquito looked at the terrifying man above it as it grew enraged at the state it was in. She was a queen that had many subjects bowing their heads to. She was someone that held tremendous power and ruled over millions. Now she was forced to come down to some unknown world and be thrashed around like this?! + +She had no time to think as she continued evading the damaging attacks and focused on regaining her mobility. + +She went down towards the stupid Mephitic Turtle to gain some respite from the enemy’s attacks, but she didn’t know if she would make it there in time. + +She hated the situation she was in, she hated those bastards that were forcing her to do this. As for this human, just how could someone this powerful exist in such a small world? + +Her fear reached an all time high as she saw the enemy continue to evade the venomous blasts and rush towards her with endlessly dangerous attacks. She gritted her maxillae as her innate power activated once again and she rushed towards the coming enemy. It will either be my death, or yours. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-54.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-54.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1f4a8f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-54.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 53 - Interminable Energy" +slug: "ch-54" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 54 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1282 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The air around me trembled from the amount of skills that continued to rush down towards the retreating beast. Dark spears filled the air and arcs of lightning were dancing about, just waiting to jump on the figure of the grotesque mosquito the moment it faltered + +It’s injuries increased as more and more attacks were able to land, and it screamed indignantly before stopping its retreat and coming towards me, its body emanating a dangerous light. Good, come! + +I accounted for many possibilities as I continued to cast [Spear of Destiny] and [Arc Lightning] towards the beast. The moment the impact was about to occur, I activated [Instant Transfer] and disappeared from its sight, materializing right behind it where I released multiple [Frigid Impermanence] casts + +BOOM! BOOM! + +The impact rocked the skies as I continued to cast more skills towards the insect. Not a second was given though, as I felt the full impact of the poisonous green light smash into me, dying my entire body a dark shade of green as blisters began to form on my skin. The turtle had aimed for the moment I let out killer blows against the insect to throw its poisonous attacks + +My rapidly decaying skin started to become normal again as [Guardian’s Light] and [Ultra Regeneration] were activated multiple times. + +I continued to dodge the remaining incoming pillars of poison as I looked at the body of the insect. Only a thin exoskeleton was left, but it was still hanging on! + +I let out a furious howl at this immense vitality of the beast and rained more dark spears down on it. The spears rushed into the emaciated figure and stabbed in every possible position, turning the insect into a porcupine. + +I finished it all off with a [Frigid Impermanence] that blasted apart any muscle or bones still holding its body together, causing an explosion of [Core]s and a golden glowing [Skill Book] to appear in the skies. + +The cores quickly disappeared into one of my storage rings as I grabbed the skill book and brought it to my chest. The attacks from below had increased in frequency and took all of my attention in order not to get blasted again. + +The skill book whose name I couldn’t even get a chance to read transformed into particles of light that flew inside my body, something new appearing among the skills in the panel + +ROAAR!!! + +The huge beast below was fully enraged after seeing the death of its compatriot and let out a thundering roar that stopped the movements of the many beasts in the battle field. + +The beasts, whether grounded or on the skies, all turned their eyes in my location with heavy bloodl.u.s.t apparent. The flying beasts abandoned any hunters they were fighting against and swooped towards me in the skies + +Some hunters got a brief respite and looked at my figure worryingly, but could not even get near me unless they wanted to be blasted to death by the neverending pillars of green light still flying toward me. + +I could see an injured black eagle heading towards my direction that I sternly shook my head to. I had countless spells I could continue casting and was nowhere close to being done. The addition of a few hundred beasts around me would only delay the death of this remaining TITAN + +I looked to the enormous green turtle in the distance while evading the attacks it sent my way and used [Instant Transfer] to a position right above it. The transfer gave me a few seconds where I checked my panel to see what the new skill entailed + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 300+30] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 300+40] + +[Skill(s): [F][E][D](C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-100) (C-Camouflage-100) (C-Aura of Haste-100)(C-Explosive Rune-100)(C-Life Essence-100) (C-Increased Penetration-100) (C-Regeneration-100) (C-Whirlwind-95) (C-Smite-100) (C-Gracefulness-100) (C-Precision-100) (C-Adamant-100) (C-Sharpen-100)(C-War Cry-100) (C-Retaliation-100)(C-Kings Rage-100)(C-Military Tactics-100) (C-Unpredictable-100) (C-Elemental Damage-100)(B-Giant’s Strength-100) (B-Stealth-100) (B-Miniature Tornado-100)(B-Golden Halo-100)(B-Doom Bolt-100) (B-Lightfoot-88)(B-Windrider-88)(B-Rigorous-88)(B-Shadow Veil-87)(B-Wild Heart-87)(B-Emboldened Ferocity-68)(B-Eagle Eyes-56)(B-Greater Cold Penetration-55)(B-Cold Fire-55)(B-Greater Flame Penetration-34)(B-Burning Soul-34)(B-Elementalist-34)(B-HardBody-34) (B-Diamond Skin-34)(B-Elemental Mirror-34)(A-Flight-71)(A-Frigid Impermanence-88)(A-Instant Transfer-55)(A-Infernal Purge-64)(A-Ultra Regeneration-29)(A-Spear of Destiny-37)(A-Arc Lightning-23) (A-Expansion-3)(A-Pain Resistance-11)(S-Volcanic Eruption-1)] + +[Equipment: (6x C-Ring of Storage)(3x B-Ring of Storage) (B-Adept Staff)(B-Dual Coated Boots)(B-Striking Cap)(A-Fairy’s Wings)(A-Armament of the Commander)(A-Emperor’s Boots)(A-Ring of Storage)] + +[Volcanic Eruption], S rank...I looked at the details of the terrifying skill as my heart palpitated at the thought of it. My figure evaded the venomous blasts that had found my position once more as I looked at the beast below me. + +Its large figure soon absconded my sight as crowds of flying beasts neared me. I looked to the darkening skies of the beasts as a devilish smile couldn’t help but appear on my face, you all are f.u.c.k.i.e.d. + +--- + +A worrying scene was carrying itself out in the eyes of Elizabeth. A single man was moving through the skies dodging dangerous blasts of green light while thousands of beasts flocked towards him + +White wings of light were outstretched from his back as he stood in the air, the picture imprinting itself on the minds of all the people here for years to come. + +An eccentric painter could spend a lifetime making a piece of art that wouldn’t be able to describe what they were seeing + +The picture of the converging beasts in the air and the noxious turtle blasting attacks from the ground was coming to a stand still as the man rose his hands and winds of erratic energy began to leak out + +The whole world seemed like it was shaking as a gruttal voice rang out of the battlefield + +"VOLCANIC ERUPTION!!!" + +It felt like the skies had shattered, and a thundering sound boomed out as a transparent outline of a large mountain appeared in the skies. The peak of the mountain that should have been pointing up was facing down towards the beasts below, thick smoke coming out of it as it began to rumble and shake the air around it + +Childish laughter rang out from Noah as the rumbling heightened, and a wondrous eruption occurred! + +BOOOOM! + +As if the end of the world was here, the translucent mountain in the sky spit out volleys of apocalyptic magma and flames. The rupture lets out molten masses of earth that spread out to cover all the beasts surrounding Noah. If the magma did not melt them away, hot gasses and ferocious flames jumped out to grab their lives + +Elizabeth stood atop her eagle with her mouth wide open as she watched this scene. All the winged beasts that were anywhere near Noah when he casted the skill below him were decimated. The overflowing magma spiraled down from the sky and washed over the beasts on the ground below, wails and shrieks ringing out as if a scene from hell was playing itself out + +The humongous turtle’s shell shined a dense green light as the molten rocks and extremely scorching gasses and flames reached it. Its large head and limbs quickly retracted into its body as the attack thundered down + +BOOM! + +The green blinding light pervaded the surroundings as the beast withstood the skill with its extreme defenses, but great damage could be seen on its bubbling hard shell as the scene calmed down. It roared indignantly in the air as its limbs and head flailed out, having taken a pink color after being subjugated to the thermogenic earth and flames + +The area around it was completely laid to waste with no other beast but it left standing. The hunters that were fighting for their lives looked at this scene in stupefaction. The beasts they were fighting against trembled in fear as they saw droves of others like them wiped out in a blink. No words could be said as silence reigned supreme in the battle field \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-55.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-55.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e63dd4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-55.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 54 - Stupefied" +slug: "ch-55" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 55 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1317 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Amidst all the chaos and war occurring all over the world, there was a small piece of land in a dense forest not too far from the Empire and the United Federation. In this piece of land existed a small village of less than one hundred people + +The village seemed full of life as plots of lands were glowing a vibrant green and a few animals could be seen being herded into a farm. A clear spring was flowing through the village providing clean water for the happily playing children + +A game of tag was currently happening, and the giggles in the area came to a stop when one of the children fell down and scr.a.p.ed their knee. The boy had small tears forming in his eyes as he bit his lips and tried keeping his mouth closed + +A sweet laughter rang out as a young woman walked from the distance and bent down towards the boy, her hands releasing a white light as they neared the scr.a.p.ed knee. + +In a few seconds, the scr.a.p.e disappeared and the boy rose up full of energy once more, completely forgetting what just happened as he went running again + +"Thank you, Sister Sophia!" + +The boy left his thanks as he went back to his groups of friends, leaving the young woman to pick up her bucket of water and continue heading to the clear stream. + +The woman was in her late teen years, showing a head full of white hair that flowed down to her back. She had white and tender skin with crystal blue eyes that seemed to smile to anyone who looked at them + +She had reached the stream and was putting in some water when there was a change in the air. Her blue eyes underwent a transformation and became blank white as a bland voice different from her own escaped her lips + +[...A pivotal moment is approaching...preparations are nearly complete...] + +The change didn’t last too long, and the girl’s eyes turned blue again as she continued with her task. + +A bewildered look had appeared on her face before it quickly changed to understanding as she placed the bucket above her head, dirtying her clear white hair as she moved towards one of the plots of farms. + +The small isolated village had a transparent blue screen covering the area all around it. It was common knowledge that nothing could come into the village, and the villagers themselves could not venture out. It seemed like a small self sustainable paradise that would not be tainted by the horrors of the world + +--- + +One man above, a colossal turtle below. + +The turtle was roaring in fury to the skies as it looked at the small human that had a calm expression on his face. Destruction of this scale was only possible when a being used the entirety of their energy and potential. This fight was over. The human would stand no chance after this + +It had observed the extravagant amount of energy and attacks the human had thrown out. Even if he were of the same rank as he was, he should be running out of energy. Especially after that horrendous attack that nearly tore through his hard shell + +The Mephitic Turtle would not let the human recover as it decided to use its full primessence to release the deadliest attack and obliterate the figure above it. + +It had already used up more than half of its essence trying to snipe this enemy away all this time, but most of his attacks missed, or even if they hit they weren’t too effective as the human quickly healed himself. + +This human was the only threat in this battlefield. The rest of the ants struggling in front of it were nothing in his eyes, and just his body would be enough to crush them. + +After he was finished with them, he would meet with that fearsome guy that he could already sense the aura of and finish their assignment here. Maybe after all of this was over they would be given some freedom. It shook itself out of its reverie and focused on finishing the task at hand + +It’s limbs sunk into the earth as it absorbed any energy around it, its head facing up and unnaturally opening its jaws so wide that it seemed his head was split in half. + +At the center of his opened jaws, a dark green ball of light began to condense and grew bigger by the second + +Its power was unnerving as the Mephitic Turtle tried to balance the destructive energies while acc.u.mulating even more. It looked at this fearsome human that had put up such a strenuous fight and took down the Insect Queen. It would remember that calm fac- + +CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK! + +Its eyes drained of all color as sounds as if the sky was breaking rang out again. In the air, three rumbling mountains similar to the one from before had appeared. + +The temperature rose to extreme degrees at the appearance of these transparent mountains, as people who thought they couldn’t be any more shocked became astounded at the incredulous sight in the sky + +The Mephitic Turtle trembled as it saw the three rumbling mountains cover its eyesight. H-how was this possible? How was this possible?! Nobody should have this level of energy! Unless...unless...! It looked at the figure in the sky in fear + +The blast it was preparing in its wide opened jaws dissipated as a croaking voice left its jaws + +"...Wait..!" + +BOOOOOM!!! + +The skies cried and the earth rumbled. Molten rocks and gaseous winds ravaged the field as any living thing remotely close was turned to ash. The hunters that were very far from the center of the beast horde were pushed back by the hot winds as the beasts they were engaging ran around disorderly + +The destruction continued for the next few seconds as volcanic ash covered the sight of everything around it + +--- + +Noah looked at the devastation below him and saw the glistening piles of [Core]s and a golden [Skill Book] in the field of flowing molten earth besides the mangled body of the turtle. + +The cores and skill book floated atop the lava unharmed. He laughed at the sight of destruction he had caused and used [Instant Transfer] to go down and grab the loot. + +He was thinking about just how far he had grown after he took down these beasts. He could feel his mindset changing ever since he witnessed the destruction they caused at a large scale, and the confidence he felt now after taking down two of the most powerful beasts he had come across. + +He reminded himself that confidence was good, but to be careful not to get in over his head. He neared the loot on the ground when a piercing pain suddenly struck his head similarly to some time before + +It wasn’t as bad this time as he stabilized himself and placed the cores and book in his storage ring as he rose into the air again. The headache subsided and he opened his eyes, only to see it wasn’t the scene of destruction he was in a moment before. + +He was in a blank white room, where a single blue hexagonal prism was slowly spinning in the center. His eyes moved around him as he realized he could see, but couldn’t find any part of his body in this place. + +There were three distinct smaller white rooms attached to the main one he was in where blurry figures of light could be made out. + +One of the rooms held a figure of a burly man weakly shining with a golden light, another held a thin figure who only had a wild smile visible, and the last room had a small figure with long white hair that seemed to emanate extreme warmth + +A voice rang out as he looked around confused + +[Hello] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-56.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-56.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a01c7ba --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-56.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 55 - A succinct introduction" +slug: "ch-56" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 56 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I looked at the rotating hexagonal prism in the blank room as I could feel my heart that wasn’t physically in this space start pounding. I heard the bland voice that called out the greeting in my head as I looked away from the smaller three rooms and replied, "What, err, who are you and where am I?" + +[I am...well, that is not consequential at the moment. You are in an isolated space where we can converse for the next minute. There is still a matter you have to finish before we can start the next phase of plans] + +I absorbed the words ringing out as I thought and asked, "What matter do I have to take care of first?" + +[The being plaguing the lands you call the United Federation. Its death would spell the dissolution of the enemy’s plans, the regaining of control, and the beginning of our retaliation] + +Enemies? Retaliation? My non existent heart was beating rapidly as I thought about all of this and asked one more thing before the scene in front of me disappeared. "Why did you pull me into this space?" + +The voice was quiet for a second before the static reply came out, [Besides telling you of the next direction you need to hurry to, it is to prepare you for the addition to the system of power that will occur with the death of the last major beast. You hold the most essence currently, so you will be the most affected. The next point to keep in mind is that the real fight will not be fought here, do not become complacent because of the level of strength of your current enemies.] + +The words rang out clearly, and I could even feel a semblance of emotion from the static tone near the end. I was about to speak once more but the scene began fading from my sight. The voice rang out for the last time + +[Be sure to save the reckless child] + +--- + +I opened my eyes once more, this time finding myself on the skies of the battlefield. The ground beneath me was still filled with thick smoke and burning rocks, with much of the beast horde decimated + +I placed my hand on my chest to feel my actual body as I recalled the sensation of not having any limbs or body in the blank space a moment ago. I had to wrap up and hurry to the United Federation to take down another one of these beasts, and after that...I should be able to get more answers + +Retaliation...my blood felt like it was boiling as I thought of the possibility of getting back against the enemies that tormented us so much. To get there though, there was still another beast to take care of! + +Before finishing the battle and cleaning up the thousands of beasts that were now without a leader, I pulled out the skill book I placed in my ring and read the description + +The skill was [Summon Virulent Abomination- A horrid monstrosity that only leaves destruction at its wake stands by your side] + +The skill was one of the very few summon skills I had come across, and I was excited to see just what type of beast would come out of a rank S skill. + +I looked to the thousands of panicking beasts below me as I watched the golden skill book become absorbed into my body and I casted [Summon Virulent Abomination] for the first time + +A large malachite runic circle appeared and began expanding in the sky, releasing a flash of blinding green light as a terrible beast appeared. + +It had a thick layer of visible muscles wrapping all over its large body. Dark green wings that looked similarly to a bat ruptured out of its back as pus leaked out. + +It looked like a very muscly, fat, and bloated humanoid that was more than five meters large. It stood imposingly in the air, the large and grotesque wings keeping it afloat as it howled out + +ROAR! + +The thundering shout that seemed to scream an arrival blasted throughout the battlefield. I looked at this piece of work as I let out a command in my thoughts, and the beast disappeared from my sight + +It had reached the groups of beasts on the ground in an instant, its large wings leaving gusts of wind and rotten smell. + +BOOM! + +It landed with a tremendous impact that bloodied all the beast nearby as it continued moving at a speed even faster than my current speed while using [Flight]. + +It jumped into the middle of the next group of thousands of beasts as its body contracted...before an eruption of toxic green gas pervedaded outwards for an area of more than ten meters, melting away anything standing into puddles of pus no matter what rank they were + +The grotesque summon continued to move across the battlefield unhindered as it ripped apart any groups of monsters standing in its way. It was so fast and efficient that the clear rate I had when taking down beasts before then could not even compare + +It didn’t matter if the beasts were rank C or A, when its noxious gas spread out from its body or it spun around using its wings as blades, everything fell down + +I looked at this horrible beast as it spread its terror across the battlefield and...I wanted another one. + +I was shocked at the power and strength of these two rank S skills I had just gained. The first one caused a literal f.u.c.k.i.n.g volcanic eruption that decimated anything within an area of twenty five meters, and this lovable poisonous summon continued to rip apart any monsters it came across as if they were paper + +I could only summon one, but my heart was palpitating at the idea of summoning things just as terrifying and just watching them do all the work + +I shook myself out of my dreams as I flew down towards the defense line where the hunters were still taking care of the remaining beasts and lent my aid. When I was close enough to the ground I could hear the shouts of cheering and happiness as skills continued to fly in the air + +A woman on a black eagle had the brightest smile on her face as the beast she stood on flew down to help the hunters below. + +A man whose body coiled with lightning was swinging around a large hammer as boisterous laughs came out from him + +I looked at all of this as I rained down more skills to take care of any remaining stragglers near the defense line as I let my newly gained summon continue its rampage behind us on the beasts that were currently running away + +It was decimating them with such ease that I wondered how it would fare if we fought against another one of these rank S beasts right now. + +I didn’t have too much time on hand, so after I saw the crowds of monsters thinning out and the hunters below breathing easy, I went towards Elizabeth to relay a message. + +I couldn’t afford to revel in the victory right now, and had to begin rushing to the United Federation in an instant + +I was wondering about this reckless hunter that gained the recognition of whoever that being was and whether they had anything closely similar to my power. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-57.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-57.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acc707f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-57.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 56 - Pressed for time" +slug: "ch-57" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 57 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1217 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +There weren’t too many losses of hunters and soldiers on the battlefield because of the continuous support of high ranking hunters, and the fact that I took the focus and attention of the two most powerful beasts the entire time + +Healing mages were tending to the injured and government squads specialized for resource retrieval were going around the field collecting cores, skill books, and items. + +The poisonous summon had finished decimating the ranks of beasts after a while, and the only thing left on the other half of the battlefield were areas of molten rocks that were still bubbling with heat and corpses of corroded beasts + +I told Elizabeth that I was going to rush towards the United Federation, and was met with shock as she asked me, "Are you not exhausted?!" + +I laughed at this very normal question and chose not to answer as I gave my acknowledgement to Lightning Hand and the other officials at the command center. + +Before leaving, I asked for the country where the battle against the Black Dragon was currently taking place, and the intelligence officials gave me the coordinates of the country that was called King’s Harbor. + +I knew the general direction to fly to so that I could get there the quickest time possible, but having the actual coordinates on my phone tremendously helped. I looked at the blue dotted location and how far I was as I itched to begin my journey right away. + +Even flying at my top speed, I didn’t know how many hours it would take for me to get there. Would I make it on time before thousands continued to lose their lives? + +I told Elizabeth to relay my words as I flew off from the command center and landed on the large neck of the poisonous summon. The rolling muscles on its neck felt like stones as I sat down on it, commanding to see if it can stop emitting the noxious fumes coming off its body as I could already see my skin turning an unhealthy shade of green + +The beast complied and its imposing air reduced while I casted [Guardian’s Light] multiple times to remove the negative effects and completely heal my body. I saw that this rank S summon was much faster that my [Flight] skill, so it would be my mode of transportation towards the United Federation + +Its extended bat wings vibrated as we disappeared in the air, quickly speeding towards a whole other battle field + +--- + +Kazuhiko had pulled back from the battlefield while letting out rough breaths. He had gone on a rampage and taken down many rank A and B BOSSes, but the beast he wanted to fight had yet to appear + +He was running low on mana after rushing about these past few hours that he forced himself to come out of the battlefield and recuperate his energy. He wanted to live freely and fight all day long, but his body betrayed him + +He had to get stronger. Much stronger until he could fight day and night without feeling exhausted + +When he finished killing another beast and felt the state of his body though, he called another rank A hero to take over his position as he moved to the back. He didn’t want to face the Black Dragon like this and die a meaningless death with no thrill of battle + +His katana laid on his lap as he stroked it and closed his eyes. He would regain his fighting power first, before going for another bout that would surely call forth the terrible beast + +--- + +An enormous beast was slumbering in the middle of a huge forest surrounded by large trees that seemed like small twigs compared to its body. + +The beast had a voluminous layer of dark scales spreading throughout its body, with beautiful wings what were tucked in and a long spiked tail moving about behind it + +A thrumming sound could be heard as the beast showed a painful expression on its face, before dark smoke covered its body as it began to reduce in size. Rumblings rang out as the dark smoke proliferated the area, and soon enough a new figure was standing in the forest + +It now had an appearance of a human male, seemingly in his 50s. He had tanned dark skin, and a pulsating scar could be seen on his chest. + +This was the Black Dragon that currently had his forces waging war on the countries of the United Federation. + +He had willingly chosen to descend to this lower world after making a deal for the independence of his Dukedom. As long as he was successful in this endeavor, his people would be free from persecution + +He felt bad for the natives of this planet, as he was doing the same thing that was done to them not too far back. But he had to do this. His people continued to suffer every day, and he wanted some relief for them. + +He will bear the burden for the deaths of these other beings, but he had to complete his end of the deal, and hope that they do the same. + +Someone of his level coming down to this lower world had its drawbacks, especially because those assholes chose not to provide the essence required to descend and he had to use his own. + +This caused an injury that was taking some time to recover from. It was why he wasn’t able to move as freely after his descent, and had to depend on his subordinates and other demi-humans to increase his influence + +He had changed to this human form to more easily control the energies in his body with the advent of this injury. + +It would only take a few more days to heal, and he should be back to his peak rank S strength. When that time comes, he would steel his powerful heart and make them all submit, or face death. + +Emotions had to be kept out of the picture. He was doing this for his people, his daughter, for himself. He would pity what was about to happen to these natives, but that was it. + +More than half a day had passed since he received updates that a powerful human was standing against them and had caused the deaths of many of his subordinates, but he didn’t want to move again until more of his injuries were healed. + +He was about to check in on the progress of his forces when an aura of someone he had felt after he descended dissappeared. Not too long after, another aura seemed to also fade away in a blink. He became perplexed as he closed his eyes and spread out his energy, but still couldn’t feel the auras + +What had happened? It was much easier to sense those of the same level as you on planets like these, so he was aware of the two familiar auras that were also here. But now, both of them were gone + +His perplexity turned to somberness as he could not understand why, but an impossible idea had rooted itself in his head as black smoke roiled out and he went back to his dragon form. His healing would have to be pushed back, he needed to see what was going on \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-58.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-58.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8c10b10 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-58.md @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 57 - Faster" +slug: "ch-58" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 58 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1381 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The Black Dragon flew through the skies and neared the large battlefield where many beings were dying every minute. His arrival spread fear to many of the hunters below as the large figure’s shadow passed above their heads + +He circled the skies of the battlefield and checked on the progress of the fight and saw his forces gradually being pushed back. He snorted as he flew back and landed near one of his generals, asking for the updates + +The war was at a stalemate until one human began rampaging and taking out the leaders of his quadrants. They could only surround this human in groups and tire him out, but many deaths occured because of him + +He had not been seen in the field for a few hours, when he popped up a few hours later, went on another killing spree, and then disappeared again. This was why their forces were being pushed back currently + +Hmph, just one human thinks they can change the course of things right now? The dragon thought disdainfully as he recalled the remaining kingdom where humans were still widespread back in his world + +The kingdom was one of the few still resisting, but just like everyone else who submitted, they would fall in time. The only reason they were still standing was because of their geographic location that allowed for prolonged battles + +But the humans on this planet? They were far too weak + +The dragon rose in the air once more as he shouted commands and made his way into the field of battle once again. Pity for the lower natives was placed aside as he saw the deaths that continued to occur on both sides + +If he kills them and breaks their wills in totality, he would reduce many more future deaths that will occur because of prolonged battles. He would put aside his injury and go all out, showing them a taste of true strength so this fight can end faster for both sides. + +--- + +Kazuhiko had just gotten the word that the Black Dragon had circled around the battlefield a few minutes back. He got up from the location he was recuperating in as he excitedly stood up and rushed out + +The beast had come at a perfect time when he was almost finished recovering his mana. This meant he would get to fight this monster with his full strength! + +His excited body moved to the front of the battlefield as his katana was pulled out. He listened to the woes and screams of the battles as his blood pumped and he looked to the skies + +They were clear and blue, with the light dimming as dusk was setting in. His blade cut down any beasts he neared as he kept his focus in the sky, waiting expectantly for the figure of the large beast to show itself + +He didn’t wait too long as a majestic beast appeared in the skies, its wide wings outstretched as a roar escaped its dangerous jaws. The ground below it became hectic as its forces were bolstered and fought back harder + +Kazuhiko became excited at this sight and his body began ballooning twice his normal size. He put strength in his legs and like a string, shot up into the sky towards the large flying reptile + +[Dominator’s Sword Wave] was casted as his katana began to glow and released a destructive wave towards the right wing of the dragon. + +The instant he neared, the dragon seemed to have sensed him in the air and shifted its body at a great speed, the large wings that were parallel to the ground suddenly shifted upwards, and [Dominator’s Sword Wave] was evaded + +The world slowed down as the dragon’s piercing eyes looked at this human that had a wild look in his eyes as he fell down towards the ground. + +Kazuhiko’s body that had lost its momentum smashed into the ground, his face still turned up to the skies as he was falling down. The dragon that had evaded its strike turned its head down and was now diving towards him + +He let out a laugh as his katana began glowing again, ready to release another attack as soon as the dragon neared. But, the dragon’s dive was stopped prematurely as its wings spread out and it floated in their air, its wide jaws opening instead + +[Dragon’s Breath] made its appearance for the first time in this world + +VROOM!!! + +The field rumbled as roiling flames spread out from the wide jaws of the dragon like a fan and struck the ground. Any beast or hunter that was remotely near the breath disintegrated + +Kazuhiko’s figure couldn’t be seen on the ground. The dragon used its sharp senses and felt another sword wave coming from the sky. The hunter striking down had a devilish expression as he forced every ounce of strength from his body + +The moment he had felt the heat emanating from the dragon’s jaws, he had sprung up in the air even faster than the first time, the breath barely missing him as he rose in the air and unleashed his attacks when he was going down + +[Dominator’s Sword Wave] finally landed on the back of the hard scales of the dragon. + +DING! + +Like metal striking on metal, an unpleasant sound came out as only a white scratch could be seen on the dragon’s back. Kazuhiko was shocked at this level of defense as his face turned serious and he landed on the back of the dragon + +A furious roar came out from the beast as it felt the puny human stepping on its body, and it began rolling in the air as its wide wings provided a rotational force + +Kazuhiko held on to the hard scales as the dragon rolled in the air, swinging his katana and trying to damage the beast’s body as much as possible. + +[Blade Dance] was casted as he let go of the scale he was holding on and moved beautifully in the direction the dragon was rotating in. Countless white scratches appeared on the dragon’s body as his dance propelled him to use the force the dragon was making into his own use + +His adrenaline rushed as he laughed in the air, for he was doing something that made him truly thrilled. He was dancing in the air with a dragon! + +The white scratches started to become dents with every swing of his sword, and he felt like he would soon see the blood spill out of this dragon’s body if he kept going + +Seeing the human still holding on and even sullying his powerful body, the dragon stopped rolling in the air as black smoke covered it entirely. A second later, the large body completely disappeared as a human figure stood in the air + +"Impetuous!" + +A loud shout came out of the dragon in human form as it casted [Esoteric Energy Manipulation], forming a transparent fly swatter in the air that smashed into the body of the shocked Kazuhiko + +SLAP! + +Like a speeding bullet, the hunter’s figure smashed into the ground in less than a second. The impact was gruesome, taking away the hopes of many hunters that were watching The Dark Sword battle the dragon + +The beast in human form stood majestically in the sky at it used its ability again, this time forming a wide transparent spear with a sharp edge that rushed down to where the unbridled hunter was + +Kazuhiko laid on the ground, feeling a few bones broken as he saw the enormous spear covering his entire view. + +So, he actually wasn’t strong enough to stand against this beast! + +A devilish smile came back on his face as his bloodied mouth let out painful laughs. It was a good fight. If he was weak and meant to die, he would face it head on + +The bloodied laugh rang out as the immense transparent spear came down. A rushing rank A hunter and those ranked lower filled in to the burnt surroundings and performed their skills, aiming them towards this spear to slow its descent as the smell of despair spread out in the surroundings + +There was a flash of green light as the spear thundered down and drowned the laughs of the man about to face his death \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-59.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-59.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..997aff1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-59.md @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 58 - Inundation I" +slug: "ch-59" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 59 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1216 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The scene in front of me was so messy I couldn’t even begin to describe it. + +The battlefield coming to my view was ten times as deadlier as the one I just rushed from. An entire half a day was spent with me speeding through the skies atop my first summon + +The summon was truly great, as it didn’t tire at all these past 12 hours. Thats right, 12 hours I had been riding the beast across the skies. Every part of my body felt tired and cramped. I passed through the entirety of the empire and entered the border between the two countries more than four hours ago + +After that I passed by the new lands in the United Federation. They were only blurry lines that I passed by, so I didn’t get to enjoy any new sights or see how the people here were living + +I only pulled out my phone after every hour to check how much closer I was to the coordinates + +I had gained another level of confidence after learning these two new rank S skills, especially this summon that I didn’t fully know the bounds of its strength yet. + +With its rapid flying speed, we reached the battlefield where forces of the united federation were battling with thousands of beasts + +The first scene that I saw was a humungous transparent spear rushing down towards a figure on the ground that was actually laughing at the incoming strike. + +His body seemed heavily injured and he couldn’t move, but I still felt amazed at the man’s attitude as death neared him + +I recalled the words of the mysterious being that pulled me into that space while feeling the strength of the humanoid figure that was standing in the air. It was the most powerful thing I could sense in this field, so it made me wonder if it was the target I was looking for + +I would put all that aside and act first though, as I moved to save the man that was actually laughing at the face of death. He seemed to fit the description of reckless that the mysterious being mentioned + +I detached myself from the body of my summon as I commanded it to block the spear with its full strength while I casted [Guardian’s Light] towards the injured figure on the ground + +BOOM! + +A loud impact resounded as we fully appeared in the battlefield, grabbing the attention of most of the stronger forces as the five meter abomination came into view + +Its steeled green muscles were shining in the light as it completely dispersed the heavy spear that was rushing down. + +The hunter on the ground let his laughs out easier as he stopped bleeding from the advent of [Guardian’s Light] and looked at my summon and I with great interest + +I looked back at his figure that was standing up and asked just to be sure, "Is that thing up there the Black Dragon?" + +There was a pause as he seemed shocked at my nonchalant tone, before he answered and said, "Yeah, that’s him" + +I nodded as I placed my full attention towards the humanoid figure in the skies that was letting out ferocious power without even moving + +My summon had come back to my side in case I was to meet another beast that was too fast for me to notice. I was becoming confident, but I didn’t want to be hit with deadly attacks that I could prevent + +The figure in the sky looked to me as it spoke + +"More and more of you just come out like c.o.c.kroaches" + +It had a furious expression as it said this, and I wondered just what had the man below done to anger the beast this much + +"Yeah sorry about that, I had an aim to save somebody and stop the rampage of a dragon, and it seems like I’ve completed one and now I have to move on to the other" + +Silence prevailed as my words seemed to have hit a nerve. The humanoid figure didn’t reply as it used a skill and multiple transparent weapons began appearing in the air. + +The weapons ranged from spears, swords, hammers, and even...fly swatters? They continued forming until they blocked the sky + +I was amazed at this type of skill as I sent a command to my summon and used [War Cry] towards the surrounding hunters + +"Move away from this area immediately, or you might lose your life!" + +My voice thundered throughout the area as hunters scrambled away at the sight of the numerous sizable weapons that appeared in the sky + +My Virulent Abomination spread its wings out wide as it disappeared and flew towards the dragon. + +A noxious blast erupted from it the moment it neared, dying the transparent weapons green. The weapons still in the air began to crack and disappear at a speed visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye as the dragon was pushed back from the blast and looked over at my summon in shock + +I was expectantly watching as I waited to see the power of this rank S summon, and how it fared against a genuine rank S monster. + +ROAR! + +A loud howl resounded from the figure as black smoke roiled out and it quickly changed into the form of a huge Black Dragon. + +I looked at this figure in awe as the spiked hand of the Virulent Abomination neared and smashed into it, pushing the figure towards the ground. + +It really was a beast that was at another level, as it fell down briefly before rough winds flew out and it rushed in the skies towards the summon + +Its wide jaws opened as a jet of flames colored the sky crimson, the fast strike directly impacting the Virulent Abomination. When the flames ended, the summon in the sky had its wings torn but still as lively as ever + +Without the support of wings, it began falling until it smashed into the ground, releasing a howl towards the dragon in the air as noxious gas erupted all around it + +Watching the summon withstand the extreme heat of a rank S beast’s attack, a smile bloomed on my face. I watched its ruptured wings and raised my hands towards it, causing it to explode in a puddle of venomous blast as everything around it melted + +The hunters had long since disappeared from the nearby area, only the stupidly courageous hunter that was laughing on the face of death being visible not to far off + +He was holding tight a sharp katana in his hands as his eyes watched the ongoing battle with rapt attention + +The moment the Virulent Abomination on the ground exploded, a malachite runic circle appeared in the skies as I casted [Summon Virulent Abomination] once more + +A second passed as a brand new beast appeared from the runic circle, its wide bat wings and large green body as good as new. This confirmed the conjecture that only one could be summoned at a time, and I found another useful method of attacking as I recalled the dangerous blast the old abomination released as it exploded when I summoned another one + +The dragon looked at our two figures with a deadly glare as it spoke + +"I’ve played around with you fools long enough." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-6.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-6.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90ad521 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-6.md @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 5 - How many fireballs to take down a huge polar bear?" +slug: "ch-6" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 6 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1757 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +In the first 5 floors of the [Frozen Wasteland], packs of white wolves appeared. With the fast velocity of the ever so damaging fireballs, they were mowed down quickly. + +Aside from casting the skill towards the enemies that appeared, I had a few of them rotating around me, and randomly cast the skill even more as I moved forward, even if there were no enemies near me. I wanted to increase the proficiency of [Fireball] as fast as possible + +I could only imagine what these monsters felt, as they would hear sounds of an explosion that quickly pulled them toward me before they met a grisly fate. Killing all of these monsters did not have that much of an effect on me. I was looking at them like the mere monsters that they were, they would not hesitate a second to rip my head off if I gave them the chance. Not to mention the hatred that everyone has against monsters for all the massacres on the early stage of the apocalypse... + +The first 5 floors were quickly cleared, and from the 6th floor, monsters with a similar shape to foxes began appearing. These ones much bigger than the wolves before them. Their size surprisingly did not make them any slower and they were rushing towards me while ferociously growling + +The further condensed [Fireballs] were shooting out from me without stopping. I was doing my best to adjust to the ever so increasing speed while aiming for their heads and limbs. + +As soon as there was an impact, an explosion followed and chunks of meat flew. The arctic foxes were then taken down just as easily as the wolves. This continued until the 15th floor, where huge Musk Ox began appearing. They looked like huge bisons, but with a lot more fur + +I stopped aiming at their limbs, as it seemed their thick coating provided some protection for them and focused on throwing the fireballs only at their heads. At the speed they were rushing towards me, I actually had to move back to avoid being rammed into whenever I ran into a group of 4 or 5 Musk Ox + +They required more fireballs to be taken down, and if there were many of them then at least one would be able to get within a few meters. This pushed down my ever so increasing confidence a bit, making me slow down and stop my incessant casting that caused explosive sounds that alerted the monsters when I neared + +As soon as I met another group, I cast as many [Fireball]s as I could and kept them around me without losing my focus, before bombarding the group when I neared. Just like that, I smoothly cleared all the way until the 20th floor, which held crystal glass stairs heading downwards. + +I took a deep breath and prepared myself, casting the maximum fireballs I could keep circling me before I lost control and they exploded, which was about 10. Any more than that and I would lose concentration of a few that would fly away and explode + +I went down the stairs and was met with a wide cave that had cold winds rushing about. At the center was a huge slumbering mass of a beast. As soon as I stepped in, two bright shining eyes opened, giving me a shock + +This was the first-ever monster that actually made me feel somewhat suffocated, mostly due to its size. I didn’t waste any more time before commanding the fireballs around me to rush towards the huge beast, which was now standing on its hind-legs? Damn + +All 10 fireballs rushed towards it, with a few more appearing around me a few seconds after. The beast that seemed like a huge polar bear crossed its thick arms around its face as the fireballs came and a huge explosion occurred + +BOOM! + +Dust filled the room, but I didn’t even bother waiting and checking if it was still alive or not before I threw the next 10 fireballs in the same direction + +WOOSH + +I let out a scream as I quickly moved back, the bear was not dead and had rushed a few meters closed to me, its arms mangled and burnt, but its huge jaws with pristine white teeth wide open. The last 10 fireballs I had haphazardly thrown out saved my life, as they quickly exploded on the opened jaws of the bear and blasted its head off + +Damn. Damn. DAMN! + +I was breathing heavily while calming myself down. That was close. If I had waited a single second... + +If I was just a tad bit more overconfident I would have had my head chewed right off. Dammit. Throwing those last fireballs without checking for anything just saved my life. I stumbled down and reeled my emotions in as the dust cleared and the room returned to serenity + +I closed my eyes as the events in the last few minutes played in my head. I was rushing things. I only had one F rank skill, and I alone attacked an E ranked dungeon. Stupid. It doesn’t matter that I can cast it repeatedly if it cannot quickly take down huge bosses like this. Even with the increased proficiency of [Fireball], it wasn’t enough for me to comfortably take down a rank E BOSS + +I also did not absorb any of the [Core]s I had collected so far because I planned on selling all of them to quickly buy a higher tier skill book. Also stupid. If I absorbed some [Strength Core]s, my muscles would be reinforced and I would be stronger and quicker. If I absorbed more [Vitality Core]s, my defenses and health would be further increased so that a single attack won’t kill me + +I took a deep breath as these ideas flowed in. Okay. No need to rush. Plan ahead carefully first. + +My original plan was to dive into these dungeons repeatedly today until I gained enough money to purchase a C rank skill, but that might not be the smartest of ideas. I would need to repeat [Frozen Wasteland] at least 3 or 4 times alone if I wanted to collect funds nearing half a million + +[Ape’s Paradise] alone had given me materials worth around $60,000, and I had gained close to a double that amount in here, with 100 [Core]s in the last 20 floors of this dungeon. A new plan quickly formed and I stood up to check what the BOSS had dropped + +1 [Skill Book] and a few rank E [Core]s that were slightly bigger than a pigeons egg. The skill book I picked up was called [Arctic Armor]. Happiness quickly came to my face as this was one of the categories of skills I was planning to buy. Skills like these greatly complement the current me, as some armor skills are timed, and some stay as long as you provide the energy + +Tanks usually cast this skill when fighting against BOSSes, granting them another layer of increased protection. If the tank doesn’t have a high enough [Focus] though, he might run out of energy for the armor and quickly be taken out, so his team members had to act fast to kill the BOSS + +[Arctic Armor] would stay active as long as you provided the energy for the skill. I wasted no time learning it and quickly activating it. A thin crystal layer of ice quickly formed all over my body, giving me a cooling feeling. Almost all of the cold winds that were rushing about in the cave seemed like a breeze to me + +Wow. I was already in love with this new skill. As usual, I didn’t feel like I was using any energy or depleting anything from my body as the skill was actively on. A confident smile quickly came back to my face as I collected the rest of the [Core]s and placed in my now heavy backpack + +I turned to the green crystal that rose after the huge bear’s death, deactivated [Arctic Armor], and touched the crystal. + +It was already night outside, the cold air emanating from the [Frozen Wasteland] monolith increasing some more. I passed by the few people that were there and went towards the roads where many cars were parked. Someone quickly approached me and I got in the car, my destination now being the popular Hunter Lodging at the center of Outer Bank X city + +Many hunters did not have a permanent resident they stayed at as they moved around a lot, so luxurious hotel businesses were started that were specifically for hunters. Most paid to stay there by the day, as the cost was nowhere near what most hunters made from killing monsters day in and day out + +Almost getting my head bitten off woke me up somewhat, even though I thought I was thinking very clearly when I was planning everything. I was calling it a day for now. I’ll sort through the [Core]s that dropped and see how much money I can make by selling them, and how many I should absorb myself + +We quickly arrived at the hunter lodging called Pristine Residency. I paid the fare and went towards the entrance of the hotel. I would go back to my little apartment some other day to grab my valuables, now I just needed some rest + +The Pristine Residency had a luxurious look with shining lights all around it. Being a hunter lodging, there were many services for hunters that were offered. Beside the extravagant dining with specially cooked monster meat, small shops that sold and bought [Skill Book]s, [Item]s, and [Core]s were also here, although they wouldn’t be anywhere near as extensive as the shops in the Awakened Centers + +Selling your items at Awakened Centers would usually get you more profit and you would be able to find rarer skills there. Places like the Pristine Residency were more of a business while Awakened Centers were under the government’s wing. And the government never stopped buying all the items dropping from monsters in bulk + +I went to the reception area where a crazily dolled up woman was flashing the sweetest smile and presented my hunter license. The smile never left her face as she quickly processed a room for me and gave me the key-card. I didn’t bother checking any of the shops in the huge building and went straight to the room which was on the 10 floor. All I wanted to do right now was lie down on a soft bed \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-60.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-60.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..51eba7f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-60.md @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 59 - Inundation II" +slug: "ch-60" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 60 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1264 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I looked to the newly appeared human and the winged creature it was commanding. These natives actually had someone of this level of strength, surprising me even more. + +The human that had dirtied my scales was about to die, only for this one to swoop in and save him in the last minute. The issue was that this new one actually posed a threat to me. Well, his beast did anyways + +I had brought myself to the point of empathizing with the creatures of this world because of the similarity of events they were going through, but that was the wrong choice. + +If I wanted to be successful in my goal in this small world, I had to be ruthless. I have my own people to worry about. With that being said, I would take care of this threat in front of me first + +My injury should not flare up as long as I do not completely go all out, so I started by casting my ability, Draconic Summoning. + +The usual ferocious winged half dragons filled the air, their numbers growing to 100 in a blink. These would be used to keep the vile summoned creature at bay while I take down its master. That was the fastest solution after all + +I commanded the half dragons to attack, and the winged creature went towards them at high speed. It was powerful enough that a single strike from it melted through the body of my summons, and it released a poisonous gas that spread out and melted more than 20 of the half dragons in a blink + +I became even more serious seeing this, and I realized I only had a few seconds to make my move against the human. If he dies, the creature dies with him. + +My wings vibrated as I converged the wind elements around me and my body disappeared from my location, shooting towards the human in the distance + +I passed the position in the sky where the poisonous creature was fighting against my summons, and knew victory was in sight as the creature would never catch up to me before I can take down its master + +It was truly vile, as it had nearly taken down almost all the half dragons, but the few seconds it bought me was enough. My chest rumbled as I let out another one of my fiery breaths towards the figure of the human + +VOOM! + +I felt an impact and left no room for mistake as I formed multiple pillars of purple lightning that also crashed wide at the location of the figure + +When the explosion cleared, a surprising sight presented itself. + +What?! + +The green creature was the one that could be seen at the point of impact. I was nearing its position so that I could finish off its master, but I met it instead. I tried pulling back as its poison was very powerful, but didn’t succeed in time as the creature exploded + +BOOM! + +Ugh. Green smoke covered my body as I was pushed back. The creature had self destructed and left me some breathing room, but it didn’t last for long as another one exactly like it appeared in the air once more + +F.u.c.k.i.n.g come on! + +I was becoming furious at the large pool of mana the human seemed to have as my senses tracked him to a position far behind me. He must have escaped my breath and summoned the creature where he was so he could have it self destruct and wound me. + +If I didn’t watch myself in this fight, I might actually come out on the losing end. I wasn’t too worried though as my strong life essence had already pushed out the poison that was attached to my body. + +Also, with the reckless way this human was using his energy to summon and unsummon his creature, he would run out soon enough and become my prey. + +To handle the newly appeared creature that was coming towards me, I reinforced my body with multiple mana barriers. This was a dragon’s strength that many beings dreaded + +Dragons had nearly boundless mana pools and an expert use of the mana around them, making it nearly impossible for someone of the same level to take them on. It would be the same against this human + +Do you really think your mana reserves would match mine? + +The barriers stacked all over my body as my claws felt the impact against the winged abomination. Every one of its strikes destroyed some of the barriers protecting me, but I supplied the mana and restored them right after + +The creature could actually match my speed as its strikes became more ferocious in the sky. Every few seconds, it would release a noxious blast of gas that almost teared apart all the barriers I had + +The human watched the battle with rapt attention in the sky, meaning the summoning of this beast should be his most powerful skill. But how many more times can you summon it after I destroy this one? + +My body increased its size as my strengthened tail whipped out and smashed into the poisonous creature. The sharp spikes pierced through its hard muscles, and the creature clutched onto me as it exploded + +BOOM! + +Significant damage was taken from this blast, but I would heal from it in a few minutes. I looked up to the human to see if he had the reserves to summon another one of those creatures, but he stood still with a calm expression and rose his right hand towards me + +Brilliant light covered my body as I healed the injuries and pushed out the poison at a fast pace as I prepared for the human’s last ditch attack. No matter how calm he looked, I knew he was only putting up a brave front + +Come on. Bring your last attack. Let me withstand it and show you the terror of a genuine Black Dragon right after + +Rumbling ensued in our surroundings as I felt a surge of energy from all corners around me. Energy that was in no way lower to my conflagrant breath condensed above and below me, and to my left and right + +Transparent outlines of shifting mountains appeared as they rumbled and the heat increased to an alarming degree with me at the center + +"Okay what-" + +BOOM!!! + +Suffocation. That was all I felt as I continued to cast multiple energy barriers that continued to be shredded the moment they were created. Thick magma was assaulting me from both sides, the high temperatures searing my scales the moment I didn’t replace the barriers fast enough + +I felt extreme pain as the injury in my chest flared up and made the situation even worse. + +Huff. Huff. Huff. + +I released bated breaths as the decimation around me cleared. Half of my body was charred as I looked to the human above me in fear. I could help but let out a scream + +"What the hell are you?!" + +This thing, this being, he definitely wasn’t human! + +"Now that, is just insulting" + +His same nonchalant reply came out, making the gears in my mind spin faster as I thought of options out of this + +"Don’t start thinking too much, here’s some more" + +He disregarded me as his arm stayed in the air, multiple rumblings resounding as transparent volcanoes formed around me once more and a green circle that brought to light the poisonous beast shined out + +I looked at the sight in front of me in trepidation as I wondered, just what the hell had I gotten myself into?! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-61.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-61.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fb839f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-61.md @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 60 - Mercy?" +slug: "ch-61" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 61 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1358 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Hunters and beasts overlooking the battlefield had moved away from each other as they watched the apocalyptic scene + +A majestic dragon was being cornered and showered with an abundance of unbelievably destructive spells. + +At the same time, a grotesque beast was pouncing on the dragon and shredding the scales on its body to a bleeding mess as its poison spread + +The dragon crushed to the ground as one of its wings had been torn. Spurts of flames blew out of its mouth as the energy around it bubbled. + +The grotesque beast ignored all of this as it continued to rain attacks on the body of the dragon, its body releasing noxious blasts of gas every now and then. The strong body of the dragon gradually could not endure and a voice was heard + +"Please..." + +--- + +My voice was low, but it was aimed at a specific person in the skies. My energy reserves were at the lowest as this horrendous creature continued its relentless attacks. + +The wound I incurred as I desced down had flared up and was causing me to not be able to focus. I repeated again + +"Please, stop." + +We were of the same positions. Our lands were invaded and taken over, our people forced to submit and pioneer other worlds. I just wanted to make things a bit better for my people. + +The man looked down at me coldly. His summon had stopped ravaging me for this instant. + +"Do you know how many people you and your forces have killed?" + +I turned somber as I heard this question + +"I know, but our hands were forced." + +We really were backed into a corner. I couldn’t even bear the treatment that the royal family was receiving, how much worse would it be for the commoners? + +"No. Your actions are your own responsibility" + +The man shook his head as if I were wasting his time. I had to try harder if I wanted to come of this alive. My brain was working overtime as I tried to find a way out of this + +"The beings that sent me here, they will send more once they know of my failure. I can work with you to fight off the ones that come in the future." + +Right. Any sane person would want help for droves of coming enemies. Even if I had to heel under somebody’s else’s boots, I could at least survive for the time being. I waited with ragged breaths as I looked to the human in the skies + +Only two words rang out. + +"No thanks." + +Two words that spelled my end. + +My emotions churned as I saw the poisonous creature lunge towards me again. Anger. Frustration. Despair. That was all I felt. + +Why?! Why did things have to go this way for us? Enslaved or killed, we couldn’t change our fates! + +My defenses could no longer withstand the creature’s strikes. I couldn’t form anymore mana barriers around me. My reserves were depleted. + +In a few seconds, my right wing was torn off. The excruciating pain actually dulled as I fell down deeper into despair. + +I’m sorry everyone. I wasn’t able to do it. + +I looked to the forces of half dragons and dragonoid creatures behind me that were madly screaming and leaving behind any reservations to try and save me, but it would all be for naught + +My left wing was then torn off. I could only use my tail and claws to block the strikes of the poisonous creature, but it’s poison had already spread throughout my body, dwindling my strength even further + +Bated breaths came out as my life force neared its end. I looked at the unexplainable human in the sky as a few thoughts passed before the darkness came. Would he be able to lead his people to a different path? + +I would never be able to know the answer, as the world that had been going in slow motion resumed, and the relentless beast continued pounding me + +My vision blurred, and my eyes closed to meet the eternal darkness. + +--- + +I looked to the screeching beasts that watched their boss be torn to pieces by the Virulent Abomination. + +A moment after the dragon’s death, the world had began shaking + +I recalled the mysterious being’s words as I commanded my summon to focus its rampage on the thousands of beasts rushing about in the battlefield + +An uncomfortable feeling like a wound that was healing had begun spreading throughout my body as the world started shaking. + +I went to the ground to grab the cores and what seemed like a skill book that dropped while I observed the changes around me. The world’s energy seemed to be bubbling and I heard the mysterious voice once more, this time more clearly, without any headaches + +[The hardest part is done, leave the rest to me. Do not resist the addition to the system of power that is occuring. When it is complete, you will have a multitude of options for your direction of strength] + +I nodded my head towards this mysterious voice as it mentioned things I didn’t completely understand. I was expectantly waiting for the revenge the voice mentioned after this. The enemies behind this, if they sent their forces here, it meant that I would be going to where they were to have a possibility of revenge. + +So, where were they hiding? + +Vengeful emotions rose from my calmness as I recalled the pain I wanted those enemies to feel. I didn’t spare the dragon, no matter what words he was saying, and I wouldn’t spare any of them either. + +The changes around us increased as the Virulent Abomination continued to decimate the forces of the beasts around the battlefield + +The small uncomfortable feeling I felt gradually intensified, and I stayed in the air as I waited for the changes to finish, and the surprises that would come thereafter + +--- + +Kazuhiko was baffled at the level of strength that the newly appeared hunter displayed as he battled the dragon. He had thought his own strength was great, but he was completely wrong + +His eyes shined as he looked towards this strong figure. If his memory did not fail him, this was the fast rising hunter called Noah Osmont from the Blessed Empire. + +The hunter had thrashed the terrible dragon like it was nothing, casting skills he never thought were possible. That was the strength he wanted, that was the goal he had to reach! + +--- + +In an unknown space, a mysterious hexagonal prism was spinning rapidly. + +It seemed to be working overtime as it controlled the energies of everything around it to bend down to its wishes. It felt violated when foreign invaders came and woke it from its slumber. + +It watched powerlessly as masses of its people were massacred. But it was young, and it learnt fast. It began by making drastic decisions that beings like it would normally never do + +It chose a few champions to stand against the invaders, and one of these champions was given a privilege that most knowledgeable beings in the universe would be shocked to hear + +But this mysterious being felt like it still wasn’t enough. So it was defying expectations and bending the rules once more to create a function that would make it’s champions even stronger + +Essence was furiously being absorbed and used as a plain blue box that was showing blank attributes, skills, and equipment was getting a new addition right below it. Most of this essence came from this being’s own reserves, with the rest coming from deaths of the many beasts that continued to meet their grisly ends even now. The death of the final S rank beast gave enough essence to accelerate this process + +This new addition flickered in and out of existence, almost as if there was a restriction preventing it from coming to life. It felt as if it was something that should not be allowed to appear + +The addition gradually became more and more stable as it could clearly be made out. Blue words shined brightly at the bottom of the base of the panel. They read, [Skill Combination] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-62.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-62.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cacbd4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-62.md @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 61 - An upgrade" +slug: "ch-62" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 62 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1182 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The world retained its calmness. + +I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I came to with my body feeling somewhat lighter than it was before. + +I wondered what had changed as I looked around me and saw hunters looking around in a confused manner while my summon continued its rampage. + +I observed the blue boxed panel in the corner of my eye to see if there were any changes there. Nearly everything seemed the same, with exactly one simple change that was shining blue at the bottom of the panel + +[Skill Combination-Combine skills of the same rank to bring out unknown power. Compatibility is the key. Limited to skills at 100 proficiency.] + +I blanked out for a second after reading the description of this newly appearing function. I then looked at the multitude of skills in my panel that had all reached 100 as I began to feel excited + +I thought I had grown powerful enough, but with this, I can go even further. + +I had been rushing about the entire time this past week and currently felt mentally exhausted, and I was planning to relax the next few days + +I didn’t get another message or voice after defeating the dragon, making me assume that the system addition of [Skill Combination] which the mysterious voice was talking about had taken a toll on it, and it would take some time before it approached me again + +I was planning on slowly learning about this new function, which skills were compatible to combine, and what they become after the combination. Ideas were already mixing in my head that I couldn’t wait to try + +I left my Virulent Abomination to continue clearing the thousands of beasts that had yet to run away as I moved from my position in the air to heal the many injured hunters around the battlefield + +I could feel the eyes of the hunter I saved watching me very closely as I moved, but I ignored it for now. I was curious about him too as he was deemed important enough by the mysterious voice to be saved, and I was even more sure of it being him after recalling one of the figures I saw in the three smaller rooms. That smirk on his face very closely resembled what I saw + +Clearing the battlefield took a significant amount of time as two hours quickly passed. Hunters that were standing on opposing sides helped one another as squads were made to go clear the remaining countries that the dragon had occupied + +With its death, the powerful rank A hunters could easily work together to take down the lower ranked beasts and save their people + +The hunter that was watching me closely approached me as I was healing an injured soldier on the ground + +"Noah Osmont, right? Thank you for saving my life." + +I turned to look at the man with dark hair that had a confident smile on his face. + +"Not a problem, it was something I felt obligated to do. You are?" + +I was replying as I healed the hunters around us. After a certain point, they just brought more and more injured people where I was, which I found to be easier than running around looking for them myself + +"Kazuhiko, or most commonly known as the Dark Sword." + +The person and the face clicked as I remembered the famous hunter that stood atop everyone else in the United Federation + +"The most powerful hunter in the United Federation huh? Thanks for holding down the beast until I made it in time" + +He scoffed as he heard this + +"Hah, what most powerful hunter. If I took that title, then what are you supposed to be?" + +I smiled when he mentioned this, and Kazuhiko continued + +"I admire your strength. I only heard very few things about you, but didn’t think you were so overpowered to such an extent. Is it your inherent skill, or is there another secret to your strength?" + +He really couldn’t hide his aims as he asked this so blatantly, and I replied by telling him it was my inherent skill. His shoulders slumped for a moment before quickly coming up again as he talked to himself + +"That’s okay, it just means there is someone stronger than me that I can look forward to surpassing!" + +The katana by his side seemed to vibrate as he said this, and I just listened while I finished healing the last hunter. + +After this, Kazuhiko pulled me aside while boisterously saying that after a hard fought battle, we had to go enjoy ourselves. I was feeling exhausted and hungry after all this time and chose to go along + +The Virulent Abomination had finished chasing down all nearby beasts and ripping them apart, so I unsummoned it far in the distance and watched it explode while releasing noxious gas for the last time. I wondered if I would find any compatible S rank skills in the future to combine and make this beast even stronger + +High ranking hunters and officials took the lead to clear everything around the battlefield as Kazuhiko took me further inland. We bypassed the walled defenses and arrived to a large military compound not too far off from where the fighting was occuring + +Kazuhiko walked in as if he owned the place and said a few things to the soldiers there, and we were soon seated in a dining area with drinks and foods being brought in every minute + +An entire half a day of flying on the back of my poisonous summon and the constant fights these past weeks had exhausted me more than I thought as I enjoyed the ever so increasing feast in front of me + +Foods that I’ve never tried before made their way into my mouth. There was a platter of something called Yakitori that I couldn’t get enough of. Another one that I truly enjoyed was something that Kazuhiko called Sukiyaki, it was an enormous pot that had the softest stew of beef and vegetables + +I enjoyed the food and company to say the least, listening to the boisterous hunter talk about his journey to the peak of rank A. My main focus was the food as I half heartedly listened to the stories + +Kazuhiko seemed like a good guy. From the way he talked, he looked like that friend that always seemed to have a screw loose but was holding it in and staying sane. He always took the initiative to talk and ask me questions, making it his goal to try and understand everything about me + +Talking to him gave me a reminder of just how drastically my life had changed from just a few weeks ago + +When a plate of food called Takoyaki came, my entire attention was stolen away as I found myself devouring the round balls filled with octupus and I don’t know what else in a blink and calling out to the soldier delivering the plates to bring out even more of them + +The day passed like this as I enjoyed food I hadn’t had before. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-63.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-63.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8427cf --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-63.md @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 62 - Relaxation" +slug: "ch-63" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 63 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1424 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +After the many meals came and empty plates left, the food that unceasingly went into my stomach came to a stop. + +I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling as I thought about this peace I could really only achieve after having an amazing meal. Worries of the future faded away. The constant anger cooled down, and it felt like a much needed rest period had come + +It didn’t last long as Kazuhiko shattered this peace in an instant by loudly flinging the door open. He had left a couple of minutes back to I don’t even know where, and now he came back as noisy as ever + +"We’ve had the food, now we ought to have some fun!" + +The hunter loudly barged in while bringing more than ten barely dressed women inside the room. I groaned at this sight as I really just wanted to sleep after eating so much today. How did he even get these women in this war zone so quickly anyways? + +I rose up and watched the figures pouring into the room. Well, as much as I wanted to rest, I would be a good guest and follow the lead of the host. + +--- + +Night passed and dawn came. I had woken up and walked out to a small courtyard that had a brightly shining pond with a few fish. I sat down in the courtyard as I enjoyed this environment of calmness. + +Early that morning, I was able to get in contact with the people back in the Blessed Empire. Elizabeth was the point of contact, and for some odd reason I felt guilty when I read the huge text update she had sent. + +Much of the beasts had been taken care of back in the Empire, with many of the people quickly adapting to the new function they saw on their attribute panels + +Kazuhiko had spent an entire hour on this yesterday questioning me if I had anything to do with this, as the change had occurred the moment the dragon fell. I denied everything for the time being and waited to hear again from the mysterious being that was taking its time + +The main takeaway for the new [Skill Combination] function was that it was extremely useful for veteran hunters. Your proficiency had to first reach 100 for any of the skills you wanted to combine, and they had to have compatibility. + +Very few hunters were able to even match the first requirement, not to mention finding two skills compatible with each other. So even after half a day passed since this new function was founded, they still didn’t have much information on it + +I thought about the many skills I had that had already reached 100 proficiency as I wanted to start trying for myself, with the lower ranked skills as the first test + +I finished reading the huge bubble of a text, with the major thing I had to take note of being the request of my presence back in the empire to be awarded an influential position and many more things + +I didn’t become overly excited at this, as I had undergone way too many things these past few weeks that made me have a different outlook on the world. + +Life was extremely fleeting. I had watched many people die, and saved countless more, but I still felt that something was missing. Even the anger I felt towards enemies I have yet to ascertain or the revenge the mysterious being had promised didn’t fill whatever was missing + +Since there was nothing pressing occuring in the Empire, with the dungeons being taken care of by the high ranking hunters and things on the path to being stabilized, I would stay and tour the places in the United Federation for a bit + +I was waiting for the next time I would be back in that blank room with the hexagonal prism, where I would no doubt be getting many answers. + +Before jumping into the new function, I pulled out the golden skill book that the dragon had dropped. It was [Rage of the Thunder Monarch- Area of effect skill. Extremely condensed lightning decimates an area of 15 meters] + +The skill seemed to be even more destructive power than [Volcanic Eruption] because of its lower effect area, but I would still have to test it to be sure. The book turned into particles of light as it flew to my body and the skill appeared in my panel + +I looked through the panel to start assessing possible skills to combine. + +To start testing the [Skill Combination] function, I wanted to begin with the rank F skills, but I realized that I only learnt 2 after all this time. I had grown so rapidly that I jumped from F to mostly rank D and C skills + +This wouldn’t be an issue though, as I had been running around taking down many rank of bosses this past week and collected many skill books in my storage rings. + +Even after I gave away a vast majority to the destroyed cities I visited and to the military regiments I came across, I still had many to play with. + +I let out the collections of skill books in my storage rings and learnt many skills of lower ranks for the purpose of testing. I had to learn them now and spend some time using them and having them active for their proficiency to rise to 100 before I could begin combining + +Then for now, the focus would be placed on the rank D and C skills I already had many of that were at 100 proficiency. None of the rank A skills had reached 100 so far, so I’ll leave those for now. To start it off, I opened the [Skill Combination] function and added two obviously non compatible rank D skills + +[Rough Skin + Flames of Torment] + +When the two skills were placed on the two slots, there was a red color shining out. The combination was not successful. So red showed bad compatibility that would not work + +Next up I tried what I thought to be compatible skills, which was [Safeguard + Rough Skin] + +The two slots shined a light green, and the green light expanded as the two skills disappeared, a brand new one appearing on my panel + +[Armored Skin] + +The skill had a brand new color, in contrast to the skills written in white with the blue background of the panel. It had a purple color, with its rank now upgraded to D+ and its proficiency showing + +I activated this new skill in wonder and found that the defense provided by it was more than triple what [Safeguard] and [Rough Skin] provided. It was still a lower ranking skill though, so it didn’t drastically change my defenses + +Since combining the two of them changed its rank from D to D+, I wondered if combining two D+ skills would give rise to a brand new rank C skill. I didn’t have all that many rank D skills that had already risen to 100 though, so I would have to wait for the new ones I just learnt to reach there + +I was about to continue my testing by moving on to rank C skills when an annoying voice broke the peace established in courtyard + +"Noah! Let’s grab some breakfast and then go dungeon diving!" + +The guy had become overly friendly over this past day had come out early morning with energy that I could in no way match. + +It seemed that his excitement stemmed from the fact that he was able to combine two of his rank A skills and produce a powerful rank A+ skill. + +Veteran hunters like him who had been dungeon diving for the past months had collected a multitude of skills that fit their class, so they had many options of compatible skills that had reached the required proficiency for combination + +Well, when I start combining my own, I should have even more to work with. And I was currently the only hunter holding the most powerful rank S skills. + +Kazuhiko had been able to combine two of his skills called [Blade Dance] and [Dominator’s Sword Wave] to bring the result of [Dominator’s Dance of Death] + +I was curious about this rank A+ skill and wanted to test my newly gained skills too, so a dungeon would be perfect right now. + +Food came first as I was treated to brand new dishes once again today, with us heading out an hour later. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-64.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-64.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ade7ab3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-64.md @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 63 - Experimentation" +slug: "ch-64" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 64 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1237 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The country we were in was called King’s Harbor. After moving away from the military sector and heading inwards, I was able to see groups of people and hunters celebrating their newly found freedom from the threat of beasts that were heading here previously + +Kazuhiko was walking besides me while talking about the power structure of countries in the United Federation and their dungeon diving system here. + +I recalled a news show I had watched back in Outer Bank X weeks ago that mentioned a similar topic about how hunters were restricted in the United Federation and had to turn half of their loot over to the government + +It turns out that this system was placed to raise many peak hunters who were obligated to work for the government and defend the lower ranking hunters that contributed their loot + +This was why hunters in the United Federation had much less mortality rates, as a stronger hunter who used up more of the resources was assigned to each of the teams diving in the dungeon. + +This built up a system where many strong hunters dived into dungeons with weaker ones. Kazuhiko routinely had to dive into rank B dungeons with rank B hunters while occasionally clearing rank A dungeons with a government created fully rank A team + +It was a good system that I applauded, as it produced many strong hunters and a level of responsibility that caused there to be less deaths in the United Federation when Apocalypse 2.0 occurred a week ago. There were many strong hunters spread out all over the countries unlike the cramming of powerful hunters into a few specific cities back in the Empire + +Right now, we were heading to a rank A dungeon called [Babadook’s Layer], which was a dungeon filled with strange dark furred monsters that had powerful offensive skills + +Kazuhiko was very confident in my strength after he watched me take down the Black Dragon, so we dived into the dungeon by ourselves + +The first floor was an expansive dark space that contained many of those dark furred monsters, and Kazuhiko moved first, trying his [Dominator’s Dance of Death] for the first time + +His figure flickered in and out on the surroundings, his sword releasing a multitude of dark sword waves that smashed into the dark furred figures and tore through their defenses + +There were more than 30 rank A monsters in front of us, but they all received the powerful attacks from this one rank A+ skill and tumbled down like dominoes + +Kazuhiko was smiling like a child as he sheathed his sword and watched the destruction he had caused. + +On the next floor after that, I tried out the rank S skill, [Rage of the Thunder Monarch] on the next group of the dark furred beasts. + +BOOM! + +On top of their heads, a wide expanse of purple lightning roiled out and then struck down. They seemed like thick pillars of snakes that caused destruction everywhere they touched. + +The rank A beasts didn’t stand a chance as their bodies were literally blown apart. Kazuhiko didn’t want to be outdone and went to the lower floor with even more vigor. + +I used [Summon Virulent Abomination] as we moved further in, summoning the grotesque but lovable beast that tore through the rank A enemies as if they were nothing. I realized that rank A dungeons would not pose a single threat to me as I watched the beast tear through the defenses of monsters + +I let the summon and Kazuhiko do all the work going forwards as I focused on possible skill combinations with the skills that currently met the requirements and were compatible + +I was able to combine the rank C skills [Whirlwind] and [Aura of Haste] to produce [C+ Fevered Rush] + +When activated, my speed sharply rose for an instant as I traveled forward and almost smacked into a wall. The speed still couldn’t beat rank A [Flight] though + +Further experimentation allowed me to combine the rank B skills, [Shadow Veil] and [Stealth] to bring out [B+ Dark Assassin] + +This new skill most definitely matched rank A skills, if not surpassing some of them, as my body disappeared and melded into the surroundings as I wished. + +I could keep it active at all times to still cover up the colorful skill effects of the many other active skills I had on all the time, while choosing when to become fully hidden that even the powerful rank A peak hunter Kazuhiko had trouble finding me + +My experimentations came to an end as we reached the BOSS room, and I watched the hunter and summon shred apart the rank A TITAN as if it was nothing, leaving it as a poisoned mess of bones and flesh after + +The hunter was looking indignantly at the summoned creature he didn’t seem to be able to fully match yet, and I laughed at this sight. + +Since we finished this rank A dungeon so quickly, in less than half an hour at that, we dived back in right after. I had the goal of obtaining more rank A skills to play around with [Skill Combination] even more + +The process would take time though, as I had to learn the skills and bring them all the way to 100 proficiency before I could combine them + +We dived into the rank A dungeon more than 10 times after that, only coming out some time in the afternoon. I was able to pocket five rank A skills for myself, leaving all the cores, three items, and 2 skill books that matched Kazuhiko behind + +I had already reached the peak that rank A cores could bring me long ago, and was now absorbing the rank S cores from the three powerful beasts I defeated + +I also recalled some time back before I took down the rank S turtle and humanoid mosquito, I had gained a rank A skill book called [Void Slash] that I just tossed in my storage ring and forgot about. I looked at Kazuhiko and his katana, pulling out the skill right after and handing it to him + +He looked at the skill description and turned all serious, giving me a heartfelt thanks for the gift. + +I shook off the gratitude and turned my attention to the horrendous looking Virulent Abomination to the side, as it had made the dungeon runs as effortless as they could be, and I could almost feel myself sinking into laziness as I watched the beast do all the work + +We were heading in further into King’s Harbor at the behest of Kazuhiko, it seemed the allied countries of the United Federation were planning an event to honor the great hunter that brought down the dragon + +I wasn’t into festivities though, and planned to not attend when something occured that gave me the perfect reason not to. The mysterious voice had returned yet again. + +Kazuhiko saw my serious expression and stopped, and I told him that something came up, disappearing from his sight with [Dark Assassin] and flying into the skies + +I floated high in the air as I felt my vision sinking and I found myself in that same blank room once more. Three figures were still visible in smaller rooms surrounding this one, with the hexagonal prism slowly rotating in this main room + +The voice rang out once more as I closely listened. It was time for answers. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-65.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-65.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..70b2c46 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-65.md @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 64 - The mystery behind dungeons" +slug: "ch-65" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 65 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1276 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The explanations began slowly, and soon became huge dumps of information that I had to sift through + +To start it off, the being I have been talking to this entire time called itself the Planetary Core. When I first heard this I blanked out a little, I had been talking to the core of this world this entire time? + +It went further to further clarify that it was a system of laws congregated together to keep this world alive, so I could also call it this world’s Planetary System. I cut it down to System for short just to make it easier when I was addressing it + +The System had gained consciousness when dungeons first began appearing on this this planet, and could only begin to act a step behind the enemies and play catch up as they began their invasion + +Essence of our young world was used to awaken the first groups of hunters, paying an expensive price to grant them inherent skills that enabled them to stand against the onslaught of beasts + +This wouldn’t be enough to stand against the droves of enemies though, so the System performed its first drastic measure since it gained consciousness + +When the beasts died, their essence was lost in the environment and could be re-absorbed by the surrounding world inefficiently + +The System took the drastic action of using more than half of its essence to form a system of power that was compatible to the beings in its planet that knew nothing about the new fantastical and magical things they were experiencing + +The awakened would now be able to quantify and observe their strength with the advent of an attribute panel, and most of all, the key factor of being able to get stronger by snatching the essence from the beasts they kill. + +The System used more than half of its essence to implement this new system of power where the essence of dying beasts would be extracted, and the skills & abilities that were buried deep in the beast’s essence would be turned to the source of strength for the hunters. Thus, came the advent of skill books, items, and cores + +Some beasts that later came to be called TITANs and BOSSes had a denser collection of essence that allowed for skills and items to be extracted from them, while for other beasts, only cores that reinforced the strength, vitality, and focus of the awakened individuals could be drawn out + +This new system of power allowed this world and its inhabitants a unique ability that most likely was not existent anywhere else in the universe that allowed for the extraction and absorbance of the power of your enemies. + +The System had to regain the tremendous amount of essence it lost through this , so half of all extracted energy would go towards the planet’s core. + +The awakened were thus able to make their stand and slowly take back their lands, but much of the world was already decimated by beasts, only giving rise to a collection of countries that later became known as the United Federation and a connection of Cities protected under the banner of an Empire + +The System went into a period of hibernation after this to recover its essence, its hunters slowly contributing by clearing the beasts and the dungeons that they came from + +This brought us to the subject of dungeons. + +The dungeons were lines of connections that our enemy sent down. These lines of connections carried with them the origin of many inhabitants from another world. They were sent down and settled on the planet as monoliths that required time to allow for the physical entry of the beings in the connection line. + +Depending on how much essence was used on the dungeons, the rate of release could be accelerated. + +But if people came in contact with the monolith and were able to defeat the origins of the beings in it, essence of the monolith would be used up and the release would be delayed. + +The enemy that sent these dungeons down would then have to keep providing essence towards these dungeons to replenish the origin of the beings in it. This process repeated back and forth in the months that followed the advent of the apocalypse + +Hunters would repeatedly enter dungeons and clear them, using up more and more essence and taking it for themselves. The other side would continue to send down essence to reinforce and maintain the origins of beings that slowly lost their minds and rationality from being broken and rebuilt so many times + +Then came the reason that I was wondering about all this time. If a dungeon was cleared rapidly enough, the in flow of essence from the invading force couldn’t keep up with how much essence was being absorbed, and the connection line would be broken, with the beings inside dying completely + +This, was the destruction of the monolith that I had caused. + +I looked up to the rotating prism when it got to this point and asked. + +"Then, the [Plane Crystal] that I received once the monolith imploded is..." + +[It is a direct line of connection that we can use to ascertain the coordinates of their world and send our own forces down.] + +... + +I was speechless for the first time in a while. I thought about what this implied and then asked something I couldn’t bring myself to ask before + +"How do I...fit in all of this" + +The System took a pause when we go to this point + +[When I regained enough essence to become active again, I saw that the situation was not heading in the right direction and that I had to act once more. I felt a level of frustration as I had enough essence and power to even bend some natural laws, but I couldn’t make use of it to plainly erase the invaders because much stronger universal laws are in place to prevent such direct intervention] + +I felt my mind start pounding as I listen very closely to the next words + +[So I calculated countless possibilities, and came to the one with the highest chance of success, while it also posed the greatest danger. But, this path would allow for a truly strong person to rise and protect the planet, so I attempted it.] + +I listened with rapt attention while waiting for the voice to continue + +[I created a backdoor from the planet’s core and connected it to a single human that had the least restrictions, someone who wasn’t yet even awakened. This channel would allow the possibility of things that are normally impossible.] + +My thoughts were moving rapidly as I heard this...this was why I felt that I had infinite mana to cast whatever skills I wanted without restriction. + +This was why my [Focus] was blank. All of that energy...it wasn’t just coming from nowhere. This made me recall something I had read about in school years back, that energy couldn’t be created nor destroyed, only transformed from one form to another + +It felt like lessons finally kicked in when I thought about my mana, and how the skill books and cores came to be. But, could the common laws I knew about even be applicable at this stage we were at now? As for just how much energy an entire planet contained...could the tremendous essence even be quantified? + +My thoughts were interrupted as the System continued + +[But...this came at a huge cost and introduced a vulnerability that was not there before. You are connected to the planetary core, and the planetary core is connected to you. If you ever faced destruction...the entire planet will follow.] + +...!!! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-66.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-66.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3778368 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-66.md @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 65 - Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse" +slug: "ch-66" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 66 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1152 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +At a certain point in many people’s lives, they come to a moment where they ask themselves, why me? + +Why did this tragedy happen to me? Why does everything always go wrong for me? Why do some people make millions a day while I barely make 50? Why me? + +I wasn’t even sure if there was a clear answer to this, but I still found myself asking the same question to the rotating hexagonal prism + +After getting over the bombshell that my little life actually held much more importance than I initially imagined, I found this question swimming at the forefront of my mind + +"Why me?" + +This was one of the biggest things I wanted to know. There were many other things like how did the System know if I would awaken as a hunter if the channel was set up long before. How could it be sure I wouldn’t be just another human casualty and cause everything to collapse. There were many questions I wanted to ask first, but the first and foremost that came out of my mouth was...why me. + +A silence followed after as only the rapid rotations of the hexagonal prism could be felt + +[You...were chosen randomly. It just so happened that among the many humans who had yet to awaken, you were chosen by chance.] + +The reply came unexpectedly, and it might have not been the thing I wanted to hear, but I actually felt relief from it. I wasn’t some chosen one who was born to do great things. I just recieved a monumental gift. A gift...that I would use to the best of my abilities from now on + +"Don’t tell me that you also didn’t know whether I would awaken or not, or even live another day in the case something like a dungeon break occurred and wiped out an entire city?" + +[There was no certainty of that either. I mentioned that I undertook this plan because it provided the highest percent chance of survival for us all, but that percentage was still very low. I could only make a shot in the dark, because if I hadn’t, we would have faced complete destruction in the future. Something like this is normally impossible, with a near zero percent chance of working out. It is a completely unique situation.] + +There was a pause as it let these words sink in before it continued + +[All that remains is that it worked, and because it worked, we now stand a chance to go against the enemies plotting against us. The next phase of our actions is for you to head to the world our enemies reside in and disrupt the structure there. If you are able to completely place the inhabitants of that world under your rule, it opens up even more wondrous possibilities that you cannot begin to imagine] + +I listened as the System continued to dump a whole lot more information onto me. + +From the many beasts that died and had their essence absorbed by the planet, memories of the world they came from and their aims were slowly collected and pieced together. Especially the rank S beasts, their essence held much more crucial information + +The first thing to keep in mind was that this invasion of beasts was simply a use of pawns to achieve their aim of domination for young planets. The near infinite reserves of energy that the planet held is what they were after + +Just like how countries made up wars to obtain oil, war was now being waged for the countless supplies of energy on a much grander scale. + +If they achieved their aims and dominated the inhabitants of the world, they would be able to use them as disposable pawns to invade other worlds first and the mining of the planet’s essence using specialized dungeons + +Entire worlds that had their people dominated could only watch as their world was turned into a mine for the years to come as it cycled through absorbing essence from the outside world and having it stolen right after. At this stage, the world no longer grew. + +Inhabitants in such a world could not dream of obtaining more power and getting stronger. An example is the race of beasts that became stronger with years of acc.u.mulating and growing their essence and learning how to cast complex skills and abilities. If the essence of their world was to be taken over by others and exploited for their own uses, their powers would become stagnant + +[That, is where you come in. You are a weapon, and a very powerful one at that. If you descend onto their world and become its ruler, besides stopping any future forces from being sent here, we will have the option of annexing an entire world for our own uses] + +The words of the System continued to be bombshells every time, but I could feel excitement from them. We first get back at the true culprits who caused so much pain for us, and then obtain an entire... + +[From the collection of memories of those beasts, the world they reside in is a large world under the control of mythical races of beasts. It is a flourishing world that suddenly faced an invasion, and even with the tremendous strength of its inhabitants, parts of it have already fallen under the rule of invading enemies. It is those beings that are now continuing their conquest in that world while using its subjugated inhabitants as pawns to also invade smaller worlds.] + +More and more information kept on coming. I committed everything to memory the moment the other world began being mentioned + +[Our goal is the same thing. To disrupt their plans and take that world for ourselves. We will not be so weak as to be bullied after that. If we have to, we won’t even stop just at that world, and extend our reach to the far corners of the universe. Only with sufficient power can we be confident. With you in the lead, the goal has a large chance of success. For you are someone who is able to tap into a power that is normally constrained by universal laws.] + +It felt as if I was getting the biggest pep talk of my life as I listened to the dominating words coming out of the System + +[You are someone able to access the unquantifiable reserves of an entire planet. Something sacred that is used to set the order of life, you have it under your fingertips. You can call it endless. You can call it infinite. Never in your lifetime will you feel like you do not have enough energy no matter how high you continue climbing. When you suceed in your conquest and bring the apocalypse that you faced unto other worlds, obtaining their sources of power too, you can factually state...that you have Infinite Mana in this era of apocalypse.] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-67.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-67.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0165fb4 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-67.md @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 66 - Preparation" +slug: "ch-67" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 67 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1159 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +Silence. + +Utter and complete silence. + +I could feel the beating of my heart and the blood rushing through my body as I finished listening and said + +"When do we start?" + +--- + +A horned being was reading complex data in an unknown location with a furious expression. Something unexplainable had occurred on the same planet that had shown abnormalities some time back + +The signals placed on the pathetic beasts that held a level of power had all but disappeared. + +This gesticulated a message of failure. They wouldn’t be able to start any operations on this planet for the time being. Having diverted many pieces into this one planet so frequently caused them to be restricted towards it. They could not forcefully send more pieces for at least a few months as these restrictions loosened + +The being’s anger quickly reduced as he changed his mindset. His role was only to pioneer and establish connections to otherworlds in preparation for takeovers in the future. Many of his peers still had their focus on finishing the conquest of the major world they were in now + +The only pockets of resistance remaining were the kingdoms where lineages of mythical beasts were ruling, as well as the Frozen Kingdom where the last of the human race on this planet was thriving + +A devilish smile appeared on the horned being’s face as he thought about his contribution that led to the downfall of the most powerful kingdom in this world and allowed for them to take root fully + +The remaining places would all fall in due time, no matter how long it took. He could already see it happening in front of his eyes. For he is the personification of lies and evil, the Prince of Darkness. Ranked 68, he was commonly known as Demon King Belial... + +--- + +Places all over the world were becoming stabilized as hunters performed their roles and quelled the onslaught of beasts. + +Cities in the Blessed Empire and the various countries of the United Federation were discussing the regulation of dungeons across the world. + +New knowledge was coming out everyday that ascertained how frequently dungeons had to be cleared in a day in order to completely destroy them. + +The number of times differed depending on the ranks, with lower level dungeons requiring to be cleared many more times until their monoliths were destroyed. + +The conclusion wasn’t fully ascertained by the hunters, but the actual cause was that lower ranked dungeons required less supply of essence to be kept active, and thus could more easily be replenished as they were cleared. High ranking dungeons required significantly more essence in order to replenish the origins of the beasts inside it, thus required a less number of times to be cleared before the outflowing of essence surpassed the inflow and cause the destruction of the dungeon + +The discussion taking place was which number of dungeons should safely be left for hunters to regularly clear and become stronger, while putting the effort in cl.u.s.ters where many dungeons appeared and it would be better to destroy them before a dungeon break occurred + +The discussion and regulation of this was ongoing, with the different countries and cities deciding for themselves what was best + +I had spent a significant amount of time talking to the System in that blank room and learned many more things. + +I was currently flying back to the Star City of the Blessed Empire to receive awards and recognition. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that important to me right now as my mind was fully filled with dangerous information and I was only thinking about the expansive world I would be descending in soon enough + +I left King’s Harbor after sharing a few words with Kazuhiko and apologizing for not being able to stay any longer. + +The System had mentioned that we wouldn’t be getting any mass descents of dungeons like what just occurred any time soon, as it could feel tight restrictions against beings descending down that were covering the planet after the most recent attack. But we didn’t know exactly how long this would be + +Maybe a few months, or half a year, or the same time span that passed from the first invasion we faced to this second one, we were not completely sure. + +So I was moving with the goal of wrapping everything up, before heading to a location specified by the System to start my next journey + +The mystery of Kazuhiko and the other figure I saw in the smaller rooms attached to the blank room was not too explosive. The other figure that shone with a golden light was most likely the strongest hunter of the Empire, Steel Mikhail + +Both him and Kazuhiko had received more attention and essence from the System when they first awakened, granting them powerful Inherent Skills that allowed them to lead the hunters forward and save many more lives when the apocalypse first began + +With the advent of [Skill Combination], their lead from other hunters will continue to get wider as they start combining many of their skills to produce higher ranked ones. The reality of them combining several rank A skills to become A+, and then spend a few weeks to raise those skills up to the required proficiency in order to produce a rank S skill wasn’t too far off. I wasn’t sure whether hunters holding multiple rank A+ skill could fully match someone with 1 or two rank S skills, but time would tell as things progress + +This was something I confirmed with the system, the combination of two "+" skills would almost always give you a powerful skill of the next rank + +These two powerful hunters would continue growing their strength here and prepare for any descents that occur in the future. Their power, as well as many of the veteran hunters all over the world, would surely rise to rank S in the months to come and give them the ability to withstand many of the things coming + +They would be leading reformations for both powers to make sure lives are not needlessly lost if anything like the mass dungeon descents occur again in the future. + +As for the white haired figure on the remaining room, the System mentioned that I would meet her soon enough. + +I flew through the skies using [Flight] and observed the many dots of people congregating in the countries I passed. None of them had any idea of the larger forces in play, or where they would be a few months from now + +They all felt the momentary peace and calmness that was settling right now while mourning for the many that lost their lives. + +After I passed a few countries and continued my reflections, I casted [Summon Virulent Abomination] and got on top of the terrifying beast that was much faster than me. A green streak passed across the the clear skies, crossing the border between the two nations \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-68.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-68.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..074d896 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-68.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 67 - Maybes" +slug: "ch-68" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 68 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1321 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I made it back to the Empire after another six hours of flying at high speeds atop the Virulent Abomination. + +On the way here, I had learned the 5 rank A skill books I gained from [Babadook’s Layer]. The five of them were [Earth Armor], [Recorder], [Permafrost], [Combusting Spears], and [Language Comprehension]. + +Out of all of these, the one I found most interesting was [Recorder], which allowed me to replay anything I saw with my eyes while activated. I could of course keep it active at all times, which meant I could rewatch everything like a film if I chose to do so. I was still finding ways that I could use this skill effectively + +I also combined more skills that had high compatability, putting togather the rank B skills [Cold Fire] and [Greater Cold Penetration] to bring out [B+ Boreal Penetration]. The fire element rank B skills [Greater Flame Penetration] and [Burning Soul] also combined to bring out [B+ Blazing Penetration]. + +A few of my rank A skills were nearing 100 proficiency, so I couldn’t try fusing any of them yet. I already had a few ideas in mind for when they met the requirements. + +My thoughts came to a stop as I flew towards Star City’s military sector, where I was met with rows of soldiers and hunters giving me praise. Communications had long since spread from the United Federation, with the allied countries there praising the Empire for the aid and sending forth their top hunter to help + +Relations between the two forces were turning for the better after they realized just how deadly their common enemy can be, as well as the strength I showed. There would be more cooperation between the two nations moving forward, and less of the political attacks and spread of propaganda that many of us had been accustomed to + +Peace in the world was in no way achieved, but steps were being taken to try and build it. Humans always found new ways to be selfish and stupid, so who knows where we’ll be a few months from now + +I tried to disburse the regiment of hunters who definitely had better things to be doing as I was led into an old office that gave me nostalgia. It wasn’t the rugged man with an impassive expression in it, but a woman with a military uniform going through stacks of papers + +The person in front of me was naturally Elizabeth, who was trying to honor the memory of her friend and manage the logistics of Star City while still acting as an active hunter. Much of her time was now stretched between office work and dungeon diving, giving no time for anything else + +She wore large round glasses that she pushed up when I walked in and a huge smile bloomed from her face. + +The next few minutes were spent talking about the events in the United Federation and all intricacies that went with it. She also let me know how my presence was requested at the Empire’s capital so that I could be properly rewarded + +When we got to this point, I thought about the stage I currently stood at and realized there wasn’t really anything that I wanted or needed that the hunters here could provide. My only goal currently was to let them know that I would be disappearing, with only a few selected higher ups knowing that I was heading into the enemy’s den + +I had already told this to Kazuhiko before leaving, and I left the decision of who he would tell in the United Federation in his hands. My secrets were too grand to share with everyone else, so I used the same excuse I told Kazuhiko to Elizabeth- I had found a way to use the [Plane Crystal] that comes out from destroyed dungeons to go where they came from + +That I had grown powerful enough to try and disrupt the enemy’s plans on their own turf. When I first told Kazuhiko this, he had stared at me silently for more than five minutes before he nodded with an unreadable expression + +The hunters of this world were no doubt about to become explosively more powerful, but they weren’t at the level of withstanding the enemies I would be facing. The System wanted to conduct a covert take over, where I would rise to power in that world as a native, and not as an invader + +A similar difficult to read expression appeared on Elizabeth’s face after I finished talking, and she looked at me hesitantly, as if she wanted to bring herself to say something but couldn’t + +I looked at this woman that I hadn’t spent too much time with to really get to know her and thought about things that could have been if events were playing out differently. Maybe there was a possibility of something to grow and be nurtured under different circ.u.mstances...but not now + +I quickly changed the subject before that hesitation of hers turned into something else, and we wistfully moved on to other matters + +Over the next few days, many things occurred as I travelled around the Empire and lent a hand where it was needed. If dungeons needed to be destroyed, I would be there to do it much quicker than the groups of hunters that were required to do it. + +Something of interest to note was me finally getting a rank A skill that was a bit stronger in its usefulness when compared to [Dark Assassin]. It was a rank A skill called [Obscure] that covered my body with a dark smoke which quickly turned me transparent. + +I actively looked for more covert skills of rank A and even B so that I would be able to produce compatible skills to quickly bring out a powerful rank S hiding skill. + +When the time was ripe, I visited the capital of the Empire where I was received by a hunter that I had only seen on TV a couple of times. Steel Mikhail was standing like a sharp spear in the large hall I was brought into + +"You are really going to jump into the enemy’s den?" + +These were the first words I heard from the man that seemed to give off a strong sense of strength and righteousness. + +He was among the few higher ups that would know that I would be disappearing soon. He was one of the defenders of the world that the System chose. With his vast amount of time active as a rank A hunter, I wouldn’t be surprised if he already held multiple rank A skills that had reached 100 proficiency and had high compatibility that were already fused, boosting his power by a large amount + +When I nodded to his question, he spent a few seconds looking at me before he spoke again. + +"We will be placing our hopes on you for the future then. I want to thank you in advance." + +The future, huh. I thought about the things to come as I spent some time talking with Mikhail. The guy was very straightforward, asking me what information I had on the enemies we were facing.The extent of my strength was known, with my power supressing beasts that hunters at this stage had trouble dealing with, so he didn’t question my confidence when I discussed my goal of disrupting the enemy’s power in the world they were in + +I gave out the basic information without delving too deep to even get near my secrets, spending a significant time talking to him before he was content. I didn’t want to frolic around with too many people in the Empire as there were much bigger things I had to think about, so I disregarded most of the other requests of officials who wanted to meet me and prepared to move out to the location specified by the System. The time was quickly approaching. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-69.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-69.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d604586 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-69.md @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 68 - Entrance" +slug: "ch-69" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 69 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1207 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +In that serene village of less than a hundred people, the white haired girl with glistening blue eyes was doing her daily routine. Currently, she was combining a white flour mix and milk in preparation of a cake for one the kids’ birthdays + +She was humming a tune as she moved back and forth, her hair sparkling in the bright sunlight that passed through the windows. She was absorbed in her work as she abruptly looked up and felt something, standing up and cleaning herself up before she moved out of the small house + +She smiled at the kids that were already running about early in the morning and the old ladies that were rocking on their chairs. She made her way from the collection of houses in the small village and neared the blue transparent barrier that was surrounding it + +With a movement of her hand, the blue barrier opened up a wide area, and a dark haired man with a calm expression could be seen standing outside. + +--- + +I finished all my preparations and goodbyes in the Empire, and I soon arrived at the specified coordinates given by the System. It wasn’t like I was leaving this place forever, so I didn’t feel a huge sense of loss as I knew I would be coming back + +As for why I came to this specific location, it was because this was one of the most important places on this planet with a congregation of essence where a transfer to another world could be done most efficiently + +I twirled the [Plane Crystal]s I had in hand as I flew down towards an empty clearing that only seemed to hold trees. There was a specific way these crystals could be used, so no matter how hunters played around with them, they wouldn’t find any results + +From the words of the System, specific regulation of essence was required to send anything across worlds, and the people on this planet were nowhere close to having that level of control to allow them to do this without the help of something else + +Beings that were born in larger worlds that had more experience with mana had much better ways to utilize it, with them requiring only a large amount of essence to be expanded before they sent down hundreds of thousands of beasts across worlds + +I reached the ground of the forest clearing and waited a few seconds before a wondrous sight opened itself in front of me. A few feet away, I saw the appearance and dissolution of a transparent dome as a small pathway opened up, showing the figure of one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen + +Glowing white hair and striking blue eyes, the figure sweetly smiled at me and said + +"Come in!" + +I shook myself and walked through the pathways as the dome began to close, following behind the figure that was skipping towards the center of what seemed like a village. Small houses that you would see in olden times were widespread, with plots of land growing a multitude of crops and a few barns present here and there + +My entrance was garnering attention from the people in this village, but the moment they saw the girl walking with me, their apprehensions seemed to have faded and they went back to their work + +I followed the figure of the girl while looking curiously around this new place that seemed like a mini paradise that would forever remain untainted. We arrived at a small house that we went into, and passed the simple rooms while heading out to a small courtyard behind the house + +The place seemed to emanate peace as the girl sat herself down on the green grass in the courtyard and looked towards me. + +"Big brother, do you have everything prepared?" + +I nodded at this girl as I thought about all the foods and essentials I had packed into my rings after I reduced the number of skill books in it. I had learned so many skills that my panel was a pain to look at. I only chose to learn lower ranking skills that I could keep active at all times to build up the proficiency, as too much time would have to be put in to bring them up + +The goal was to combine these many lower ranking skills and slowly advance them to higher grades until I had many high ranking skills that were compatible to work with. A few of my rank A skills were only a few points from reaching 100 as it took a longer period of time for higher ranking skills to rise in proficiency. I was excited to combine some of them when the time came + +I pulled out one of the [Plane Crystal]s I held and transferred it to the girl while asking + +"Who are you?" + +She smiled sweetly as she twirled with the crystal in her hands and replied + +"You can call me Sophia. I am...a sort of a Guide I guess?" + +Laughter came out of her fair lips as she hesitatingly said this. She was one of the figures I saw in the attached rooms that were present when I talked to the planetary core. She had her own part to play in this, the same as Mikhail and Kazuhiko. I had my own, much important part that would start right now. + +I nodded to the girl as the crystal in her hands shone a blinding blue light. I couldn’t activate it no matter how much I tried before, but a simple touch from her had done something to it. + +"Big brother, are you ready?" + +I rose up while looking at the surroundings of the courtyard and the blue skies all around us. I enjoyed the surroundings around me as I could feel my heartbeat increasing as the time neared. I nodded at the girl whose body began shining blue just like the crystal in her hands + +The blue light expanded and became a square box as it covered the area I was standing on and became brighter. I could feel transparent lines of energy wrapping around me as the light became more and more condensed. + +After it wrapped all around me, a blue beam that seemed to reach the ends of the sky shot out, and I...disappeared. + +--- + +The white haired girl watched the energy settling down as a wide sqaure crystal materialized near her at a high speed. She grabbed the crystal the moment it finished forming and took it with her into the small house + +She placed it on top of the table as she looked at the complex lines of data that began showing. Her crystal blue eyes changed to become blank for a few seconds as a blank voice escaped her lips + +[Just like they brought the apocalypse to us, rain down decimation and destruction upon them.] + +There was no one to reply or hear this voice, and the girl’s eyes quickly changed to become clear blue again. She kept her attention on the square crystal as she washed her hands and continued to mix the milk into the floury mix, a sweet smile settling back on her face as she hummed back and forth \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-7.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-7.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0c901f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-7.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 6 - Choosing new skills" +slug: "ch-7" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 7 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1716 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The room of the Pristine Residency was fairly huge. Hunters preferred resting in these specially made lodgings because of the safety that was guaranteed. Nobody wanted to be the rich and renowned hunter that was killed in their sleep. + +There was a platter of fresh fruits on the side and a thick bed in the middle of the room. I sat down on the bed and emptied the [Core]s in my backpack to get a grasp of just how much funds I could get tomorrow. There were 38 [Focus], 54 [Strength], and 48 [Vitality] cores, mixtures of F & E rank. This many cores were only possible if you were a very high ranker soloing lower dungeons or from partying with others of the same caliber to attack high ranking dungeons + +Just the cores alone would probably net me a grand total of $180,000 were I to sell all of them. I wouldn’t be able to even come close to purchasing a Rank C skill, But I could probably get 1 Rank D skill or 2 Rank E skills + +If I choose to sell the [Minor Heal] I got from the BOSS of [Ape’s Paradise], that’s another $20-30 k. But I was keener on learning that skill myself after the fight with that bear + +I was absent-minded as I looked at the [Core]s in front of me. Doing something like this was always a wish of mine, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought it would ever become a reality + +My mind quickly went back to the period of confusion, when monsters were first introduced to the world. The last thing I remember saying to my parents was "You guys have fun!" + +They were going to their anniversary date, finally some time away from their son who hadn’t yet left the house. Those were the last words. + +Tears unconsciously fell from my eyes as my mind went back to that time. I remember the rage I felt. The powerlessness as I hid in the bas.e.m.e.nt. Away from the screams and growls that were clearly heard as if they were next to me. + +All I did was clutch my phone and watch the news updates as it went from monsters had appeared, to advice for the people to hide in their homes, to super-powered humans and the military stepping in. + +I hid in that bas.e.m.e.nt for 2 straight days before I even had the courage to go upstairs and eat something. The weeks that followed were just confirmation of many people that did not have their loved ones return to them. I was scared and ashamed at that time. My parents, who had done everything for me, were massacred by monsters while I cowered in fear + +Time after that seemed to pass by in a blur. With the money my parents left behind, I was able to live off of it comfortably. It took months before I began to direct the rage and helplessness towards the things that did this, but I still wasn’t able to do anything about it + +The months after that I spent learning every little thing I could about monsters, dungeons, awakened hunters, and the reality of our new world. Only today did I learn a skill book and awaken myself + +I wiped the tears off my face as a resolute expression came back. I couldn’t do anything then, but I can change what I do now. + +I set aside some F rank [Vitality] and [Strength] cores for me to absorb and grabbed the phone near the bed to order room service. I then learned the [Minor Heal] skill and tried the skill for the first time + +A green light washed over my body, reducing some of the fatigue I felt. I also made [Arctic Armor] to be active at the same time, as its proficiency would increase the longer it was used, and its defensive properties would further increase. I then began absorbing some of the [Core]s I set aside + +My food arrived not too long after, two plates of prime ribs with some water. I paused everything when I grabbed the food from the door and ate the steaks waiting for me. I turned on the T.V while eating to check if there was anything newsworthy that happened today. There was a bearded anchor in a suit talking to a celebrity hunter + +"Mr. Doyle, you’ve just come back overseas from doing hero work over in Country Z of the United Federation, just how differently do the hunters live there compared to our great Blessed Empire?" News Anchor + +"Haha, the work was fun, but it was definitely a new environment. Things are done very differently there. Dungeon diving is very strictly regulated, with Hunters having to mandatorily hand over more than half of their earnings over to the government. It was truly eye-opening to see." Celebrity Hunter + +"My goodness! How can hunters live under such oppression? I would rebel! It is nothing like our great Empire, where Hunters are given the freedom to grow and prosper. It’s why we have such amazing heroes rising up over the years. God bless this great nation of ours!" News Anchor + +"Well..." Celebrity Hunter + +I quickly turned the T.V back off while shaking my head. Nothing noteworthy seems to be going on, just the usual propaganda being hurled at the common news watcher. The Blessed Empire...are we truly blessed? Compared to the United Federation, hunters here have a much higher death rate. The occasional dungeon breaks also cause mass casualties as response times were usually slow. Though I’m definitely lucky to be where I am, over the years I’ve to be skeptical of many of the things I hear. + +Hunters from the United Federation lead vastly different lives, but from what I’ve seen in online forums they’re happy with the way things work. Of course, there are still many issues, but nowhere near as horrid as all our news networks make it out to be. Even the good things you see online could also be a false depiction though. So I guess I’d have to visit there myself to see how things are in the future + +As soon as I finished eating my food and absorbing about 40 [Vitality] and [Strength] cores, I went towards the bed to get some rest. Before sleeping, I made sure to activate [Arctic Armor] + +[Noah][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 30] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 30] + +[Skill(s): (Fireball-81)(Heal-1)(Arctic Armor- 5)] + +--- + +Morning came. It was around 6 am when I woke up. The bed had an outline of frost from where I was sleeping. I checked my panel to see that [Arctic Armor] had its proficiency rise to 61. It became slightly thicker and now looked like there was almost an armor of ice all over my body. I felt extremely comfortable sleeping with the skill activated, my body feeling a cooling sensation throughout + +I grabbed a quick shower and cleaned up, and then went to grab some breakfast in the dining area. After finishing the food, I checked around the hunter shops in the hotel just to see if the skills I had in mind would be there, but I wasn’t so lucky. There were a variety of Rank C-F skills, but none that fully fit the guidelines I had in mind + +I went out and hailed another driver to bring me to the largest Awakened Center in Outer Bank X. This center was as large as a stadium, with many hunters and normal humans rushing about. It was already packed early morning, with many things being sold or traded. I first went to trade in the [Core]s I did not absorb in one of the shops, and my account soon had an extra $155,000. Even after I absorbed more than 40 [Core]s, the remaining was still enough to bring me this much from just diving into 2 dungeons. This money brought a smile to my face, even though I knew it would soon be gone + +Ignoring everything else, I went to the shop that had a huge sign of [Skill Books] + +There were hundreds of skill books laid behind thick glass with their descriptions written out. On either side of the entrance were two hunters who seemed to be Rank D or above + +I went into the shop and sure enough, there were a few books that fit my criteria. The first skill that fit exactly what I wanted was the rank D skill, [Flames of Torment]. The skill allowed you to cast a pillar of flames at a maximum distance of 10 meters and would last as long as energy is applied. The skill neared rank C in power but was neglected by many hunters because of its high energy usage characteristic. It fit perfectly with me. With its high damage, the pillar of flames would continue to be concentrated into a line of fire that burns anything in front of me + +The next skill that matched what I was looking for and I actually had enough money to buy was another Rank D skill called [Safeguard]. This was a very peculiar skill that caused headaches for many tanks. Casting this skill greatly boosted your defense, and even fully absorbed all damage from lower-ranking skills. The only downside was its high energy requirement and the fact that you could not move while this skill was active + +BOSSES regularly move and attack anything that damages them, if they see their attacks aren’t getting through a tank that is standing still, they will simply move to attack other party members that are causing it harm. Tanks who first used this skill caused the death of many spell casters, as they were too late catching up to the monster after being able to move again. You also never want to be a mage with your flimsy defense to cast this skill and standstill, as soon as your mana runs out you will be surrounded and... + +Because of all this, a D rank skill book that normally goes for around $100 k, I was able to buy for $60 k. With the [Flames of Torment] being $90 k, I had effectively used almost all the money I made the day prior. + +Now, it was time to go back to the [Frozen Wasteland] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-70.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-70.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..062989a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-70.md @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 69 - A dungeon appears on a snowy field" +slug: "ch-70" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 70 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1359 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I couldn’t really describe the weird feeling I was currently experiencing as I travelled with dense blue energy all around me. My vision was fully obscured as this process continued + +I didn’t know how much time had passed before I felt a change, and then an impact occurred. + +BOOM! + +It felt as if I had made a landing as my vision cleared and I found myself on a grassy clearing with walls all around me. Information came into my head as an image built itself in my mind and I realized where I was + +I was on the only floor of a rank S dungeon that had appeared on a snowy plain. My eye sight stretched out as I saw the hazy appearance of a dungeon monolith that was shining a bright red, showing an imminent dungeon break would be occurring at any moment + +A significant amount of energy was used for my descent that would allow for me to break out of the dungeon with the quickest time possible without allowing any possible intrusions from others + +In the dungeon floor, It felt like I was looking down at the figure that seemed to be my body, but at the same time it wasn’t. This was my origin, and if people actually neared and entered the dungeon, it would be what they fought against. + +If my origin lost, a significant amount of essence would be lost with it and energy would be used to reconstruct it. If it faced destruction multiple times in short time span, the in flow of energy would not be able to keep up and my origin would face complete destruction, along with me + +None of that would be happening though, as the blinking red light of the monolith intensified, and a dungeon break occurred. I had finally arrived in the Beast World. + +BOOM! + +The dungeon break caused an entirely new feeling to appear as I felt my vision returning to normal and I began to feel the slight cold winds around me. + +I opened my eyes to a vast plain of white snow, with very few vegetation around me. Only large white trees could be seen around me as I felt the air of this world for the first time + +The first noticeable change that I noticed was the abundance of essence that could be felt in the air. The energy seemed palpable as I stretched my hands out and felt everything around me + +The air on this cold and windy night felt like the most refreshing breeze I had ever had the chance of taking in, making me enjoy the feeling for a few seconds. I reveled in this feeling as I casted [Flight] and rose into the air + +The winds became more furious the higher I went as I began to observe the fantastical sight around me. + +In the skies not too far away, something I never thought I would be seeing in my lifetime could be seen. A huge landmass was somehow floating in the sky, the size of it no less than the cities I had become used to seeing while flying over the skies of the Blessed Empire. I didn’t know how the landmass remained so securely in the skies as it towered above the ground magnificently. + +I activated all of my stealth skills and used [Eagle Eyes] to further check these unbelievable sights I was seeing. Flying closer and closer to the landmass, I had to come to a stop far from it as the close the I neared, I began to feel dangerous auras on the landmass that were in no way less powerful than the strongest beings I had faced so far + +Staying more than a mile away and using [Eagle Eyes], I was able to see the outline of the huge landmass that took my breath away. I could only see a tiny bit of the land, which held white trees larger than me by more than ten times, and droves of white furred beasts running around without any reservations + +I observed the piece of land in front of me for a few more minutes before I moved away and flew even higher to get a better look of everything around me. The higher I flew, the more dangerous and cold the winds became, nearly making me feel the cold even with the many defensive skills and attributes that have already reached rank S + +Once I rose at a high enough distance, I looked beneath me as I saw even more of those landmassed that seemed to be floating in the skies. Far off in the distance, there was a large collection of these land masses near one another, with lines of connections apparent among them + +On these land masses could be seen twinklings of light, as the land that was actually on the ground beneath them held grand buildings that were surrounded by an expansive walled fortress. + +The fortress was a work of art as it sn.a.k.e.d around the huge mountain these buildings were in. Three large mountain peaks surrounded the large kingdom on the ground as more than four expansive land masses floated in the periphery around it + +The sheer size of the place took my breath away as I could only observe a portion of it. This was the location that the System said I would begin my journey on. This was the only place where humans held supremacy in this world, this was the Frozen Kingdom. + +I moved across the snowy skies filled with sharp winds as I continued to fly even lower and neared one of the doors of the huge walled entrances of the fortified kingdom + +I didn’t come too close before I could feel movement from the top of the wall. Multiple white winged beasts rose up and met me in the skies. On top of them, figures wearing glistening white armors stood with sharp weapons pointing towards me + +"HOLD!" + +There were multiple figures on each of the winged beasts, with many of them letting out power similar to rank A or lower, and I could feel at least three that seemed to be rank S. I did as they asked stopped abruptly in the air as I expected this type of welcome + +I had spent too much time lectured by the System on the few sparse memories it obtained from the absorbed beasts, and knew how to act when I approached any of the kingdoms in this world + +I remained quiet as we all floated in the skies, the humans on the winged beasts checking me out closely as the seconds passed. A thorough evaluation followed in the next few minutes with a few lights landing on my body. Once they confirmed my figure and used specific skills that most likely checked to see if I had any semblance of an aura of a dangerous demon or beast, they lowered the sharp spears they were pointing towards me. A snort was heard from the lead guard + +"Mercenaries these days think they can come and go as they please because of their increasing demand." + +The leader was speaking with a disdainful expression as he looked towards me, motioning for the rest of the guards on the winged beasts to fly down. This was the environment I was betting on. Due to increased tensions and conflicts, powerful beings acting as mercenaries were more active then ever in this world. Kingdoms continued to look for powerful forces to reinforce their safety. I remained quiet and the guard spoke once more + +"Haven’t seen you pass by here before so I’m assuming you’re a new recruit. Use this badge to confirm your identity when you leave in and out again." + +A red badge which had the face of a stern man appeared on the guard’s hands and flew towards me. + +"Be sure to not cause any trouble, or we won’t hesitate to take you down." + +His spear was sheathed as I nodded at his words, and at his signal, followed the winged beast he was on to fly over the huge fortress, and step into the Frozen Kingdom for the first time \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-71.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-71.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f32ab21 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-71.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 70 - Covert Beginnings" +slug: "ch-71" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 71 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1295 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Passing over the tall walls, we went down towards the road that led to the buildings that shined with lights further in. The guards warned me once again before telling me not to break even more rules like flying over the lands. Only people given specific recognition could do this and go from one place to another + +If you didn’t have that recognition, then even if you were allowed permission to enter the four land masses floating in the sky that people in higher positions resided in, you would have to walk on the long bridges leading towards them + +I watched the environment around me as I walked further in, noticing many guards patrolling at every point. My power that only seemed to give off the vibes of rank S did not raise any eyebrows, as there were many guards at rank A and the captains leading them seemed to be rank S + +I soon reached the buildings where even this late at night, there was a bustle of activities going on. The buildings were built in a medieval style, looking like grand ancient architecture that shone with the balls of light that were lined up across the streets + +I could see various pubs and restaurants, with a few larger buildings that seemed like hotels apparent at every corner. The people walking around looked no different than the humans I have known all my life. + +Some had fair complexions and others had dark complexions. Hair colors of all sorts were abundant though, as I had seen a few people sporting radiant red hair, some blue, and others extremely dark shining hair. There were even a few mixtures of humans and beasts, where some people were walking around with tails or others had ears or other facial characteristics of beasts. I marveled at the sight of all these new faces + +Many of the people I met seemed to be rank F or E awakened individuals as they let off weak levels of power while the large percentage remained as normal humans. But the number of people that would be considered awakened definitely exceeded the numbers you would commonly see in the Empire or United Federation + +I continued walking around and taking in the new sights as I went further in. At the center of this entrance town was a building standing out amongst the many that surrounded it. It had a striking set of words plastered at the front, it was [Mercenary’s Hideout] + +It seemed like I had found the place to begin my journey in this world as I opened the wide doors into the boisterously loud building. It was a busy scene as people moved in and out + +There were seats and tables in one section where people were eating and conversing, and there was another section that looked like a place where official business took place with workers standing behind a counter + +The conversations were fairly interesting as I listened in while observing everything around me + +"Hey hey hey, how can you drink so comfortably when demons are building their forces to come kill all of us huh?!" + +"Bah you worry too much! The Frozen Kingdom has never fallen in the millenium of its creation, you think some ugly mugs would swoop down and do it in a few years?" + +"Ugly mugs? You obviously haven’t fought against them before, they’re relentless and fight with everything they have. Trash like you wouldn’t stand a chance!" + +A few drunks were trading insults back and forth at the state of affairs, talking about heavy topic with a light hearted tone. From the information I received from the System, the demons they mentioned were the same ones that targeted my world. They were able to set a foothold in the Beast World and are now expanding their forces to conquer every corner of the world + +The Frozen Kingdom was one of the remaining kingdoms that stood strong against them. I had found out the identity of the enemies that caused a tremendous amount of pain and death, and I was ready to begin rising up in this world by taking everything I could + +So how would I go about it? Nearly infinite mana to play with, but currently only at rank S, and only holding a few rank S skills at that. I haven’t even been able to max my attributes while absorbing rank S cores. + +From the possible pathways discussed with the System, becoming a mercenary in this world was the fastest way to do this. Mercenaries commissioned by the kingdoms took the role of defending it in the front lines whenever rogue beasts or demons threatened them, and were routinely tasked with forming groups and reducing the size of the beasts populating Nests. + +An example of a Nest was one the large landmasses floating in the air that I had seen while flying over here. Nests were a place where large amounts of essence congregated, giving birth to a multitude of beasts continuously + +Were these nests left alone, mindless beasts would overflow and eventually a large amount can rise up to threaten the safety of the surrounding Kingdoms. + +From piecing together the memories of the three fairly knowledgable rank S beasts that I took down which the System absorbed half of their essence, the Frozen Kingdom currently had three Nests in its nearby surroundings that were monitored and routinely cleared if needed. I could only imagine the beasts congregating in those nest, as even while observing one more than a mile away, I could already feel powerful presences that I hadn’t come across before + +They posed high levels of danger, but to me, they were also huge opportunities to rapidly gain more rank A and S skillbooks, as well as skills of the next rank. They were one of the main ways I would be increasing my power rapidly before I found a way to grow my influence and work to limit the expansion of the demon forces until I can move on to the next stage + +But currently, I was in a different world that had an entirely different way of living, with no money for anything. + +I looked through the many cores I had farmed the few days that I spent in the Blessed Empire before coming over here. The cores that condensed from the beasts that hunters killed under the system of strength that the planetary core instituted were a broken down collection of essences that were more easily absorbable by the newly awakening hunters + +Beasts normally had their own essence cores in their bodies, but when killed by the hunters with the system these essence cores would be extracted and changed to smaller cores if they were normal beasts, or into either cores and skill books or items if they were powerful beasts considered as a BOSS or TITAN + +The inhibitants of this world were all born differently, with some like the dragons receiving innate skills and energy from its powerful bloodline, or humans training for years taking in the essence of the world while also killing and absorbing the cores of beasts and honing their usage of essence to create deadly and destructive ways of using their energy. People and beastfolk like these usually took the role of mercenaries, adventures, or as soldiers that defended their respective kingdoms. + +But the fact that cores were widespread and used universally meant that I had the currency of this world, albeit it was broken down into small portions. + +I approached one of the desks that held a stern woman with a business demeanor and pulled out a few cores to exchange for the common currency as the gears in my mind continued to churn while absorbing and learning everything about this new world. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-72.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-72.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..973fbfa --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-72.md @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 71 - Lodging and skill combinations" +slug: "ch-72" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 72 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1406 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The woman at the front desk had a stern attitude as she handled all the mercenaries coming in and out. I went forward and laid out a pile of rank B cores to start it off so I could gauge the level of wealth I held + +Fifty rank B cores rolled on the table, the woman taking her time to count them all carefully. Her cold voice rang out + +"50 decontructed rank B cores, amounting to ten full cores. They can be exchanged for 100 gold coins." + +I listened to this conversion from cores to the common currency of gold coins and nodded my agreement towards the front desk. 100 glistening gold coins appeared on the table the next instant and I took them into one of my storage rings + +Before I turned and left, the woman spoke again in the same cold tone + +"Will you be joining the extermination task force heading to the Skypeak Nest tomorrow? Your power matches the requirements." + +A task force that was heading towards one of the nests? My eyes gleamed as I heard about this and I asked for more information + +"The task force is made up of mostly rank A and a few rank S Mercenaries that are leaving at 9 am sharp. If you plan to join, here is an identification medal that will keep track of all the mercenaries on this mission. Don’t be late." + +I grabbed the outstretched medal from the woman and thanked her for the information as I turned away. The medal was very light on the hands and had the symbol of two crossing swords. I placed some energy into it and felt thin lines of connection to a few points in [Mercenary’s Hideout] as well as points that extended all over the town + +I got used to all of these new things as I became glad at being able to visit a Nest where monsters congregated so soon. There were terrifying presences on just the one floating landmass that I saw on the way here, and I didn’t want to risk my life by going there alone while I still haven’t acc.u.mulated all that many rank S and rank A skills. + +Aside from the collection of rank A or lower mercenaries, a sparse amount of rank S could be seen as I exited the hideout and walked outside. My next destination was a beautifully designed inn that had various women standing outside of it. The few that I passed by called out to me + +"Hey handsome, do you need any company tonight?" + +"Big boy, are you up for some fun?" + +Women of varying ages and sizes were spread out and talking to many of the people that were going in and out of this large lodging. It seemed completely normal as some could be seen heading inside with someone they just began talking to while others left the lodging with exhausted faces + +I ignored the calls and comments from the many people around me as I went inside the building, and went in even faster after I saw a guy with a face full of makeup heading my way + +The inside of the building was much quiter, with the noise stopping the moment you passed through the double doors. I went towards the counter where a red haired girl was acting as the receptionist and asked for a single room + +"A single room for the night will be 2 gold coins sir. We also have the special offer of reserving a room for an entire week, all for the small price of 10 gold coins!" + +I nodded towards the girl throwing out the sales pitch as I picked up a sheet that wrote down the different options and their rates. The sheet also had a section below that described the foods they offered in their dining area + +"Just the single room works, and let me have the Fiery Soup and Rhino’s Special for now" + +"Yes sir! It all comes out to a total of 3 gold coins." + +The girl cheerfully gave me a bronze key and led to a table in the dining area where I didn’t wait too long for the food to be brought out. The dish that was called Fiery Soup was an extremely spicy broth that came in large wooden bowl which had bountiful diced up meats that tasted better than anything I’ve had before + +The spice lingered in your mouth and got hotter the more that you ate, with meat being extremely soft. The Rhino’s special was a platter of what seemed like prime ribs, but much larger and much more appetizing + +I spent the next 30 minutes enjoying what was arguably the best of the many meals I would be having from now on before I went towards room number 34 that the key took the shape of. + +I climbed the sturdy wooden stairs of the hotel and walked through a narrow hallway before finding the room and entering. A simple bed filled with feathers was in the middle of the room, with a door leading to a wide bathtub looking structure and a toilet off to the side. There was a ladle that was likely used for bathing attached to a large bucket that had steaming water in it + +I curiously went to check out the bathroom and found the water in the bucket to continue replenishing to a specific level after I scooped some out. It remained the same temperature of warmth at the same time too. The bucket holding the water was attached to the ground with a pipe at the bottom of it + +I got used to all these new things I was seeing for the first time as I reflected on every wondrous sight I saw today and then moved on to combine more of my skills. Tomorrow would be the first beginning of my rise from this place, and I wanted to be at my peak. + +The only way for my strength to jump crazily was to gain a skill of higher rank, and there were two ways of doing this for me. I could combine multiple compatible S rank skills until they broke through to the next rank, or start off even lower with rank B skills to rank A, and then rank A to S. + +The other way was to simply hunt and kill multiple beasts and collect the skills the old fashioned way. I would proactively use both ways, as using multiple skills and keeping them active was not a problem for me. + +There were multiple rank B skills that I learned more than a week ago as I was leaving the United Federation that had long since reached 100 proficiency. There were also two rank A skills that were compatible that I would be combining. The rest of the rank A skills would also be ready for combination soon, giving me even more things to look forward to + +None of the rank S skills were anywhere near a 100 though, as it became progressively harder to raise the proficiency of higher ranked skills. + +I used the [Skill Combination] function and was able to produce a few rank B+ skills, as well as a new rank A+ skill by combing the rank A [Frigid Impermanence] and [Permafrost] to bring out [A+ Arctic Zone- Freeze and destabilize an entire area of 10 meters, shattering everything in it]. + +I learned [Permafrost] as I was leaving the United Federation, so I made the goal to spam this skill a whole lot while I was doing cleanup around the Empire before I left so I could raise the proficiency the fastest. It was a skill that had obvious compatability with the [Frigid Impermanance] + +The new [Arctic Zone] skill made me excited to combine another rank A+ compatible skill and put them together to watch for what rank S skill would come out of it. + +The rank B+ skills I was able to synthesize were: [Hardened Body Armor], [Strengthened Strikes], [Mirror of Repulsion], and [Emerald Skin]. + +The moment they appeared on the attribute panel, I activated them and waited for their proficiency to rise once more before I combined them too. It would be a long process, but my power would continue to spike the more skills I combined. I laid down on the feathered mattress as I waited for the next day to arrive, where my adventure would fully begin \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-73.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-73.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a90c35f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-73.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 72 - Wonder" +slug: "ch-73" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 73 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1177 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I slept more comfortably than I imagined, the denser concentration of energy in this world made it feel like you were in the best possible location anywhere you went. I went down the wooden stairs to see people already actively moving in and out of the inn. + +The receptionist with the red hair was already up at the counter. I went towards her and ordered another Fiery Soup to have for breakfast before I went out. Thus, the morning began on a happy note + +I moved outside into the town and saw the world during daytime for the first time. A blanket of snow covered the buildings and the paths, making for a beautiful sight as the rays of the sun shone through + +I looked up to see the huge mountains surrounding us far in the distance as well as the four grand land masses that were stably positioned in the air without a single movement. I still couldn’t even begin to understand how such a thing was possible + +A few people could be seen every now and then ascending the long brides attached further inland from this town. + +I looked away from the majestic sight of floating islands and went towards the [Mercenary’s Hideout], where a collection of colorful rugged men and women were cl.u.s.tered + +Putting energy into the medal I received the day before, most of the thin lines of people were grouped up in one location that allowed me to find them all very easily. There was a large space behind the grand building that had white winged beasts moving around. Someone was holding a large basin that he pulled out large chunks of meat from to feed the beasts + +The people in the extermination task force were cl.u.s.tered in a group on the side talking amongst themselves as they all waited for the appointed time. + +The minutes passed by quickly as a large man whose entire body emanated power came out to the clearing. + +"Alright boys and girls, gather around!" + +At these words, the mercenaries that were mostly rank A with a few rank S ones in the group all looked towards this figure with full attention. + +"The mission this time is plain and simple. The Skypeak Nest is showing signs of rapid movements again, which means the beasts are increasing and getting more restless. We’re not gonna spend too much time there, just clear out a few leaders and their groups before we return. I am Captain Ryner, and I’ll be leading this excursion to make sure there are no deaths!" + +The large man spoke out with a powerful voice that seemed to rouse the spirits of everyone here. + +"After we successfully return, each person in attendance will receive 5,000 gold coins and keep any cores from the beasts they manage to take down." + +At the mention of rewards, the mercenaries shouted out as we began moving towards the large groups of winged beasts. Each beast could take on more than five people, and I found myself soaring through the skies with three rank A mercenaries and one rank S. I would follow the lead of others for now as I learn more about these Nests and choose how to move from there + +The winged beasts we were riding on had heads that looked similar to an eagle’s, but their wide bodies that allowed more than 5 people to stand on showed they were something else. I found out they were called Whitewing Beasts, a type of beast that could easily be tamed as long as it was fed daily + +We flew on these beasts and passed the huge wall of a fortress where guards with similar beasts were stationed. Mercenaries assigned to specific missions had the pass to fly over the town if they were using these beasts + +We left the entry town of the Frozen Kingdom and went towards the huge floating landmass I had seen on the way here. I listened to the conversations of two of the mercenaries that seemed to be familiar with each other who were talking about this Nest + +"Oy, remember to follow the lead of that Captain. I’ve heard some inflated nobodies ignored commands and went further into the beast nest only to never come out." + +"Tsk, how many times do you have to give pointers eh? I know we’ll definitely be staying in the outer ring of the nest this time around. There should be very few S rank beasts out there" + +The two seemed to be arguing and giving each other tips to stay alive all at once. But their words indicated that there were powerful beasts congregated in this floating island. I wasn’t sure how far into the Nest the beasts higher than rank S would start to appear + +I kept my mouth shut just in case, as I didn’t want there to be any possibility of me giving something about my identity away. I would learn as things progress and find some time to locate a library after this to spend some time there and see what more I can learn about this world. + +The collection of memories that the System put together after absorbing the essence of many beasts was just that, mostly memories from low ranking beasts. I would have to do my own research to fully grasp the workings of a place like this kingdom where humans had control + +We neared the floating landmass after twenty minutes, where the outline of the island became visible. Using [Eagle Eyes], I watched as I saw groups of beasts walking around near the edge of the landmass. Dense and extremely tall trees blanketed in snow began rising as my sight looked further in, where barely anything but a white outline of trees could be seen + +The Whitewing Beasts landed on the edge of the land mass as they drew the attention of surrounding beasts that rushed over here. Beasts ranging from C and all the way to A were running about + +Captain Ryner took the lead, jumping off the winged beast like a valiant warrior as his body seemed to be bubbling with energy. There was a large red broadsword that appeared in his arms, which he swung towards the coming beasts. A parabolic line of flames was drawn out, going forward and bisecting all the incoming beasts + +"Alright lads, the battle begins now. When you see the ugly faces of rank S beasts appear, especially the larger Leaders, be on high alert!" + +The leaders he was mentioning were what I considered BOSSes or TITANs back then, with them holding a denser collection of essence that allowed for skills and items to be farmed from. Many were large to correspond to their large amounts of energy, but the truly powerful ones could be small, as they held enough control over their energy to remain that size and use it to their advantage. + +The mercenaries spread out as those of the S rank took the lead, with me following closely behind the captain as we went further into the Skypeak Nest. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-74.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-74.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..988f465 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-74.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 73 - EPIC!" +slug: "ch-74" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 74 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1329 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I was able to see the power of the humans of this world first hand as I observed the leading peak rank S captain hold his own against a rank S BOSS. We didn’t have to move too far in to come in contact with them + +After passing through the large trees that were covered by snow, ferocious looking white beasts began appearing. They had disproportionately large hands and feet with smaller bodies that didn’t seem to match. This size was even more exaggerated when it came to the rank S Leader that neared 10 meters + +Sharp icicles would form at the wave of these beast’s hands as the mercenaries worked together to bring them down. The leading S rank, Captain Ryner, was holding his own while standing against a Leader, his large broadsword roiling with fire elements as each clash left wounds on the beast + +I worked with the group I came with as I continued observing everything first, using the rank A [Infernal Purge] every few seconds after watching some of the fire power of the few rank S mercenaries in the group + +The blazing flames that came crashing down were extremely deadly to the normal beasts, setting their entire bodies aflame if a single one touched them. + +As for the looting of cores, the mercenaries cut open the heads of the beasts they killed to pull out cores much larger than what I had been used to seeing. These were the full cores of beasts that weren’t broken down into smaller portions by the system that hunters back in my world worked with + +When it came to the monsters I took down myself, I recalled the words of the System. I would be in a different world, but still holding that same power. The only change was that it would only be triggered when I came in contact with the beings that I took down + +To make things even more seamless, the extracted essence in the form of skill books, items, or cores would directly be placed in one of my storage rings when I would normally ’harvest cores’ like other inhabitants of this world + +With this in mind, the extermination groups moved forward while staying close together and taking down the beasts that came rushing out. I was amazed at the strength of the humans here, as even the rank A mercenaries utilized their strength and essence better than the hunters I had always observed + +Only after the hunters begin to fully utilize [Skill Combination] do I see them catching up and eventually exceeding this level of strength. The S rank hunters came out with colorfully destructive spells that mowed down the normal rank A beasts and would only be blocked by rank S leaders + +One red haired mercenary raised her magic staff forward and a blazing phoenix appeared in the next moment, rushing towards a group of beasts where it exploded and engulfed them in flames in an instant + +I observed all of this as I continued to use [Infernal Purge] to take down normal rank A and S beasts, along with a few rank A leaders so that I could increase my collection of rank A skills. Today wasn’t the day for me to go all out and massacre everything on sight, I would watch and learn as much as I could, before I find the time to come out here myself and go all out + +I was filled with expectations as I thought about running around this huge Nest with all the beasts in it. I would have confirm the highest power of beasts that laid deeper in the nest first though, as I couldn’t play around with my life + +The power I was showing matched the rank S mercenaries, as even though the damage was somewhat lower than rank S skills, I could put up the act that [Infernal Purge] could be casted more frequently because of its low damage + +My role in the task force became handling the large groups of normal rank A and S beasts, while the other rank S mercenaries clashed against the leaders. Low key. I had to start off by being low key for now. + +Captain Ryner began looking towards me favorably as I made the work easier by clearing many of the beasts with the area of attack skills. + +My attention wasn’t all placed onto this one thing though, as during the hunt I had always been checking and combining the active defense and support skills that continued to rise in proficiency. + +Through the combinations, I was able to produce a few compatible rank B+ skills that weren’t worth a mention as they were right now, but would be useful when I received rank A skills through them. It would take a few more days, but those few days meant more than four rank A skills would come to light from the combination of multiple rank B+ skills + +I smiled at this thought, as rising skills this way meant I could continue to build up compatible skills that will be able to combine to rank S with no problems. Defense and support skills that boosted me by a large margin would not be a game of chance anymore + +The extermination task force was performing extremely well with the decent leadership from the captain and my addition that made the work all the easier. An entire half a day passed as we moved across the fringes of the Skypeak Nest, never daring to go too far in land. After we cleared many of the disproportionately sized beasts, we came across other varieties as we went further in + +After we finished clearing a few more beast groups, the mercenaries came to a halt at the command of Captain Ryner. His hand was in the air as he looked forward with deep concentration. We were in a position that was further inland than any other time as the beasts had begun to thin out in the periphery. His large voice rang out + +"We will stop here today. If we move any further in we will intrude in an EPIC ranked beast’s territory." + +At the mention of this, the mercenaries adopted solemn faces as they began to move back. My heart palpitated as I confirmed the next rank above S. EPIC rank. Many ideas passed in my head before I quickly knocked them down. I wouldn’t be so rash as to have a head on collision of something that high of a rank before I collect many defensive rank S skills + +I would rather be overly prepared and protected then suddenly lose my life with rash decisions. I breathed out calmly as I followed the rest of the group to move out of the huge land floating in the sky. A voice rang out I was lost in my thoughts + +"Rookie, exemplary work out there today, it cut our time by more than an hour. Where has someone like you with a large mana pool been hiding all this time?" + +I came out of my head and smiled at the Captain that appeared besides me + +"I was honing my skills privately until I was confident enough to take on these beasts." + +"Haha, honing your skills until you reach such a high rank? You’re too cautious! If you had trained with other mercenaries, that flame skill of yours might have already reached S rank!" + +He paused as he looked me up and down before continuing + +"Come back with a few of my people so you can get to know the mercenaries you’ll be working with from now on, we can’t let a talent like you go to waste." + +"Haha, sure." + +I listened to the large man’s words and agreed to go along. I had to become known in this Frozen Kingdom little by little. I wouldn’t start off with an explosive show of power that would raise heads, but become known slowly as my power increased in the shadows. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-75.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-75.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a3b628 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-75.md @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 74 - A chance encounter" +slug: "ch-75" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 75 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1483 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +We flew away from the floating Nest on the Whitewing beasts, passing through the cold winds that now also had the addition of heavy snow as dark clouds hung overhead. My sight was locked onto this Skypeak Nest that I would most definitely visit for myself in the future + +I was lost in my thoughts as we passed through the falling snow and became entranced with the scene playing out. The land floating in the sky receded from view as we approached the outline of the Frozen Kingdom. The minutes passed by in the skies as I introduced myself to the mercenaries I worked with today + +We passed over the huge fortress wall and landed in the back of the [Mercenary’s Hideout] in a few minutes, where 5000 gold was given to every participating mercenary as a surprised receptionist came out and saw us returning much earlier than expected + +I was looking forward to learning the rank A skill books now sitting in one of my storage rings as I followed Captain Ryner’s group. It was him and four other S rank hunters. After the extermination task was confirmed and the rewards handed out, we went further into the kingdom past the entrance town + +The buildings became larger and grander the further in we went, and the beginning of one of the grandiose bridges that sn.a.k.e.d towards the sky to one of the floating lands above us appeared. + +The bridge was wide and long, with rank two S guards decked in an exquisite white metal armor standing guard. Anyone that wanted to pass the checkpoint had to have proper authorization, or they would face the cold blades of the two guards if they tried anything funny + +The boisterous attitude of Captain Ryner came to a stop as we neared the bridge and saw an escort taking place. An exquisite carriage waited besides the bridge a veiled woman that became surrounded by peak rank S guards got off and was walked towards the bridge + +Captain Ryner’s entire demeanor changed as his voice lowered before he respectfully called out to the figures in front of us in a tone I was hearing for the first time today + +"Princess, it’s my extreme pleasure being graced with your sight today" + +His voice was low but clear, ringing out clearly in the ears of the figures up front. The guards standing besides the veiled woman showed annoyed expression as they turned to look at Ryner, seemingly this not being the first time they’ve come across something like this + +The veiled woman turned to this direction and nodded towards Ryner, which made him breakout the largest smile as if he had won the lottery. I looked at this scene in fascination as it seemed this captain was completely stricken with the woman up front, but could only look from afar + +The figures turned and began climbing towards the bridge, but not before I felt a gaze linger on me for a few seconds. I turned to the escort of people that were leaving and wondered if I had just thought wrong + +Ryner moved with much more vigor after this as we entered into a much more expensive looking tavern than the ones I’ve seen on the way here. The tavern was much more high class, with private rooms that gave it an air of calmness + +There were no boisterous noises from mercenaries as it seemed a noise canceling function was activated the moment the doors to the private rooms closed. We soon grabbed a private room of our own and sat on a thick soft furred carpet around a circular table + +Ryner was animatedly moving around as the best dishes were ordered and the mercenaries began talking + +"Hey hey hey, Captain Ryner seems to be completely taken in by the terrifying Ice Princess eh?" + +"Bah, what do you know? I heard her highness’s main guard would be retiring soon, and I just signed up for the possibility of being chosen when the selection happens" + +Ryner had began biting down on the huge chunks of meat as he talked back to the jeering mercenary + +"Oh, you actually think you stand a chance from all those geniuses that are fighting for the position?" + +The burly captain gave a hard look to the voice that spoke as he snorted and replied + +"My power is peak rank S, if I don’t stand a chance, nobody does!" + +The mercenaries continued their back and forth as I listened in and enjoyed the food. The Ice Princess was apparently one of the royalties residing and controlling the Snowy Peak that was floating not too far from us. + +The subject of the people currently in power who controlled the forces of the Frozen Kingdom made me think about my own plans to increase my influence in the future. The easiest path was to rise to Epic rank or higher, obtaining a level of strength that would allow me to carry out many plans. But how do I go about it without causing bloodshed and strife on these people that were not the enemies I came here for? + +Rising through the ranks in times of war would be the best possible outcome, but the Frozen Kingdom was surrounded by mountains and had tight defenses. The forces of demons that were spreading out might target this kingdom soon, but I didn’t know when. For now, I would prepare as much as I could before events explode + +--- + +There were many titles under my name. + +The Ice Princess by the commoners. The Doted Princess by the nobles. The Frigid Bitch by my enemies. But none of that mattered to me. Because I was living on borrowed time. I had no energy to spare to those that fawned over me or those that criticized me + +I held the Unique Skill, {GOLDEN RULE}, that was passed down since my beloved mother met her death. On the bed when she lay with her life force slowly leaking out she screamed to the little girl who was in shock. + +Be smart, she screamed. Be strong, she said. Use the power that I am passing down to the fullest, as a terrible calamity is coming towards us all. She said all of this to a frightened girl that was losing her mother, and then passed away + +I imprinted those last words into my brain from that day forward, using the skill handed down to me to get through many of the political messes in one piece. + +The skill showed a dark light whenever my older brother, the Crown Prince, looked at me. So I avoided him and anything to do with him like a plague. It showed a green light whenever my naive younger brother played with me, so I kept him close and made him rely on me + +It showed a light blue light with my father, so I acted as the most perfect daughter and gained his affection, making me cruise through to my unshakable position that I have currently. Those that crossed me often met with misfortune or death, making those cowards utter the name of Frigid Bitch whenever they gossiped among themselves + +I used my means to establish an extensive information agency that saw all the happenings of the kingdom and its surroundings, with more than half of its departments focused on my older brother who shone in a dangerous black light + +But all of this wasn’t enough. My own fate was still murky. My unique skill showed me that undoubtedly, all that I had done had changed nothing, and that death was still approaching. A calamity was still coming. No amount of information I collected was enough. This fostered something that was my only weakness to this day, the fear of the approaching death. + +Even the strongest powerhouses of this kingdom did not deter the skill from sending me the same message. I worried about the demons that were constantly increasing their influence across the lands as I thought about the impending calamity + +I exhausted all my resources. I surrounded myself with the best of guards from the kingdom that my escorts were no less powerful that those protecting the Crown Prince, the bastard that would most likely take control of the kingdom once my father passed + +I could feel the malice he had towards me even though my position did not come close to threatening him right now. I could recently feel his malice towards our father, which made me even more cautious to the point that I began putting plans into place that would put my own life on the line + +I didn’t bring myself to act yet, as I continued calculating all the possible scenarios. Would it be regicide, corruption, or betrayal that I had to stop? No answers presented themselves over the years, as my fate continued to become darker and darker + +That is, until today. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-76.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-76.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de3ea99 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-76.md @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 75 - The Library" +slug: "ch-76" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 76 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1132 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The change occured when I was making my way back to Snowy Peak. After my attention was called to one of the many people that looked at me with fervent eyes, I witnessed a blinding golden light that completely took me by surprise + +If I didn’t have the veil on my face today, they would have all seen my shocked expression at the sight of one man brilliantly shining with a golden light. I moved my sight the instant I could see him begin turning and resumed climbing the bridge + +My lips moved silently as a message that could only be heard by the ears of one of my most trusted aides came out. The aide hiding in the shadows was surprised, but quickly moved as she pulled back from her position and stayed with the carriage below + +She was an expert in her own right, and would not be caught monitoring the group that was still gazing towards me. + +My shock was due to the fact that I had never seen a golden light on a single being my entire life. The unique skill [Golden Rule] had activated to its peak of the color gold as it let me know I had found the thing I was searching for all this time + +The color gold was the highest it could show, and even that golden light was shining so bright that it almost blinded my eyes. This unknown figure would be the one to save me from death. He would be the one that stands between me and a calamity + +My heart fluttered as I tried to calm myself. This feeling was not one that many people could come across. The feeling of finally having something you have been searching for so long in arms length. I would not let it get away. + +Whatever I had to do, even if I had to give up my soul, I would find a way to hold on to this opportunity. This person would have to be treated with utmost care. I thought for a bit before my lips moved once more, sending another message to the already shocked aid who didn’t think her shock could increase even more today. Now, I just had to wait. + +--- + +The meal with the mercenaries ended on a good note, with me hearing tidbits of information that made me all the more curious to find a library in this town and see what things I can glean from it + +I broke off from the loud mercenaries that continued to discuss the same princess and other nobles they took fancy to as I walked around different parts of this large kingdom. Figures of mostly humans and a few demi humans packed the streets as everything ranging from taverns, inns, and stores selling a variety of things were present + +Some stores held weapons and armor made from different materials and beasts, others were selling small but colorful beasts as pets in shops that many people congregated in. I walked past all of these sights for the next few minutes as I soon came upon a large building with the sign of a book upfront + +I opened the large doors and came into a scene of peace, with people quietly moving around as books floated on and off shelves. I went towards the librarian that turned out to be a middle aged man with a goatee and asked for some books on the kingdom’s history + +He looked my figure up and down in a perplexed manner as he grabbed the staff near him and tapped it down four times, which led four thick books to fly out and land on the counter + +Only people of higher status chose to spend their time reading books, so there was a fee to use the reading space in the library. I gave the librarian 1 gold and carried the books towards a corner of the building with enthusiasm. I hadn’t read books in quite a while, and looked forward to learning about the large world I was in + +The last half of the day passed like this, with me doing something I never pictured myself doing when I first became a hunter. Flipping through the many pages and reading was not too bad, as almost everything was new information I was learning about for the first time + +Also, through the use of [Recorder], I was able to quickly bring up information on something that I had seen before by just recalling a few words about it, whereby like a film, the moment that I read about it would replay in front of me + +I was looking forward to getting more skills like these that don’t necessarily have any offensive and defensive power, but were useful as they were. + +The information I learned was expansive. Starting with the Frozen Kingdom and its four peaks, the kingdom was under the rule of a powerful individual whose strength was a rank above EPIC. The ruler of this kingdom is called the Ill.u.s.trious Ruler, King Roark Belmont. He had led this human kingdom that remained the only one of its kind in the Beast World to prosperity for the past 100 years. + +Under his rule, humans faced no persecution and he welcomed demihumans to come live in the kingdom in search of better lives. His peaceful policies allowed for the continued growth of his kingdom and the goodwill of the mythical kingdoms of beasts + +Rulers of the beast kingdoms did not bother with the rising kingdom in the North, where it was plagued by the cold environment and tough terrain that previous rulers could not fully overcome. King Roark made his legacy by elevating the kingdom to greater heights during his reign, until it stood toe to toe with the most powerful of kingdoms in the world + +Surrounded by mountains, the Frozen Kingdom was easy to defend, with enemies only able to trek from one direction. The kingdom held four great land masses above them that were called Snowy Peak, Frozen Paradise, Summit Peak, and King’s Crown. + +The kingdom thrived on vegetation and animals that grew specialized for the cold, with a wide array of plants that allowed for a booming economy. + +There was such a wide array of history with this kingdom that I was almost overwhelmed with the task of rising to become one of its influential figures in the near future. + +But the tremendous power I held affirmed my resolution. I would follow the plan of taking down beasts in these surrounding Nests around this Kingdom and slowly grow. I will clash with EPIC ranked beasts the moment I was fully confident and equipped with a wide array of rank S skills. Surely, even if it takes some time, my goals would be achieved \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-77.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-77.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f355ede --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-77.md @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 76 - Going Solo" +slug: "ch-77" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 77 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1302 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I left the library behind as I processed tons of information about the world I was in. After spending a few hours reading, I felt like I deserved a break. I found the same inn I stayed in the night before and enjoyed the different types of meals before going up the wooden steps to a room upstairs + +I enjoyed the ancient looking aesthetics as I fell on the bed and relaxed my body. Many thoughts came and went as I looked up to the ceiling and tried to fall asleep. This would be denied of me however, as I heard light knocks from the door right after. + +I became alert as there shouldn’t really be anyone that would need to do this right now, and hoped it was somebody working for the inn. It couldn’t be any of the mercenaries I worked with today either. I went forward with caution and opened the door, to be faced with the figure of a woman all dressed in black bowing down + +"My deepest apologies Sir. I was tasked with delivering a message from my Lady, would you be so kind as to let me in for a few seconds?" + +The person in front of me was fully covered top to bottom in a black material, and let out a rank S level of power. I thought about her words and wondered just what had occurred to cause somebody’s attention to turn to me. I had been very careful, to the level of only using a rank A skill and showing power equivalent to a normal rank S + +Maybe I was overthinking things and this would not be a major deal. I looked around the dark hallway of the in as I nodded to the woman and closed the door. The moment we were enclosed in the room, dark magical power emanated from the woman as a thin barrier went to cover the entirety of the room + +"My Lady demands complete secrecy, so I thank you for entertaining me." + +I calmly looked at the thin barrier that seemed to prevent any sounds coming out from the room and looked towards this person and said + +"Alright, be straightforward and tell me what you’re talking about." + +"You can call me Night. My Lady wanted to meet you for a discussion whenever you were available, preferably sooner rather than later. Her status is a bit...complicated, and she is committed to doing everything in secrecy" + +The woman calling herself Night pulled out a golden plaque that had ’Snowy Peak’ written on it, stretching it out towards me. + +"Please visit Snowy Peak’s famous White Courtyard whenever you can, we promise not to waste too much of your time." + +As soon as I received the plaque and looked piercingly at the woman in front of me, her figure began blending into the night. She gave another quick bow towards me before she completely disappeared, and the thin barrier around the room also faded away + +I looked at the golden plaque in my hands as my mind began to churn. There were a few things to note from this meeting. First, this person that I had somehow gained the interest of is very powerful, so powerful that someone as experienced as that dark clothed woman followed her commands + +Everytime the woman called Night spoke, she referred to that ’Lady’ with the highest respect. This made me question if it was someone in an extremely high position, or someone with a rank higher than S, or both. The fact they they lived on one of the kingdom’s four floating peaks meant she could be a noble or someone with immense wealth + +The second thing to note was the goodwill they were sending my way. That very important person wanted a meeting, but she sent someone to relay her wishes and allowed me to choose when I would go to this meeting or whether I would even go at all. + +This was the most perplexing of things, why was this person offering me such respect too? She obviously has enough power to compel a powerful rank S, so what made me stand out in her eyes that I received such treatmeant? + +I continued to mull over the entire interaction, even using [Recorder] to go back and watch the scene that just played out multiple times to see if I missed anything. I couldn’t glean anything else from it, just the fact that even though I had garnered the attention of someone powerful, with the way they were acting it shouldn’t be malicious in any way. + +I still had to be careful though, so I would advance my plans a bit and take a risk tomorrow. I would increase my power by farming the Skypeak Nest before I do anything else. The night that should have been a relaxing one became restless as my rapidly moving thoughts pushed the sleep I wanted further and further away + +--- + +Early in the morning, I went out of the inn and into the bustling streets of the fascinating kingdom as I made my way towards the huge fortress wall that led outside. A thinner layer of snow covered the ground today, with clear blue skies hanging overhead + +The large metal gates of one of the entrances of the walled fortress was halfway opened as carriages and people moved in and out, with mercenary parties being seen moving about here and there + +Besides the Nests that beasts congregated in, there were dungeons that were naturally formed and maintained from this world’s essence that many adventures and parties ventured in. These dungeons differed in ranks, with the highest ones near this kingdom being EPIC rank + +A lot of this knowledge came from the time I spent in the library. These dungeons spread out all over the world were different from the dangerous ones I had been normally used to, and they seemed like this world’s way to raise the strength of its inhabitants. + +The System in my world had gone a completely different direction and created a system of power that more easily extracted essence and made its inhibitants rapidly grow in strength from dungeons created by invading forces. After these dungeons were taken care of in the future, I wouldn’t be surprised if I find properly created dungeons meant only to raise the strength of hunters + +A dungeon break would not occur with these types of dungeons as they were most likely properly maintained with this world’s core, with more essence being placed into them to replenish the origins of the beings in it. From the information I read, the higher ranking the dungeon was, the more massive it would be. Some adventure parties found themselves spending a few days inside to completely clear an EPIC ranked dungeon + +These dungeons would be another way for me to speedily increase my power, but I would start with the Nests where many beasts congregated first. There were many Leaders for me to take down and gain skills, and I should be safe as long I do not go too far in. These extremely massive dungeons would be my next step after I collect more information + +I passed by the busy doors of the large fortress and made my way around the throngs of mostly humans and a few demihumans, activating all of my concealing skills before I used [Flight] once I strayed far enough + +I flew through the skies, heading towards the huge land mass that beasts congregated in. This time I would be going all out and targeting as many rank S beasts as I could. The goal was to get at least a few defensive rank S skills that would bring me more confidence if I ever came across a deadly situation of facing something of higher rank. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-78.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-78.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..afda5d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-78.md @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 77 - Skypeak Nest" +slug: "ch-78" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 78 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1165 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The white lands passed beneath me as I flew at high speeds towards the Skypeak Nest. It remained magnificently in the air, and I flew around it to land on the opposite direction that the extermination task force cleared out last time + +The beasts in that area had already begun propagating again, but I went around to an area where I could see even more beasts congregated. I could feel the auras of a few rank S leaders as I neared, and I started by casting [Summon Virulent Abomination] + +The lovable but disgusting beast made its appearance again, this time in another world. It roared out while it sensed the thicker essence surrounding us, seemingly filled with energy and ready to begin. I smiled at this figure as we smashed down onto the periphery of the nest, alerting the nearby rank A and lower beasts + +I gave the summon the command to focus on the left side while I focused on the right. I wanted to see my destructiveness with all of the rank S skills I held currently. The summon moved as soon as it received the command, its figure plunging into the group of rushing beasts as I focused on the ones coming for me and casted [Rage of the Thunder Monarch] + +BOOM! + +The area of 15 meters ahead of me was filled with thick electrical snakes and purple lightning that struck and decimated anything it touched. The loud impact brought to attention even more beasts as droves came out of the insanely tall trees covered in snow + +Haha, let’s go! + +I felt the excitement of using immensely powerful skills to take down beasts again as two transparent mountains appeared in front of me and spat out molten lava and flames. The quick destruction prompting an S rank Leader to finally rush towards me + +It evaded the extreme heat of the [Volcanic Eruption] I casted and went around, coming at me from behind. The moment the beast neared, I used the rank A+ skill [Arctic Zone] for the first time + +The entire area of 10 meters that the beast was in quickly froze over, stopping it in its tracks as its white fur trembled. It was heavily slowed down while the affected area continued to be destabilized by the chaotic cold elements. + +It wasn’t heavily injured as it’s attribute was also cold, but it gave me confirmation that rank A+ skills were not too far off of rank S in power. While the rank S beast was slowed down, heavy purple lightning rained down at its location + +The white furred beast with a disproportionate body used its long limbs to defend from the killer attacks, each roiling strike of lightning destroying chucks of its flesh. I spammed another [Arctic Zone], further slowing down its movements and then casted another [Rage of the Thunder Monarch] to finally overwhelm its tight defense + +The repeated casts of the rank A+ and S skill finally brought down the beast. I went towards its nearly destroyed body and placed my hand on it, feeling the movement of essence as an item and some cores appeared in one of my storage rings + +The item was an extremely long blue sword called [Blue Terror], disappointing me a bit as I wanted more defensive or support skills right now. But the day was only beginning. There were many more beasts to take down. + +The Virulent Abomination was putting in work, now clashing against another rank S Leader as its body continuously released noxious blasts of air. The white furred beast it was fighting against became increasingly overwhelmed as the fight continued, with the abomination fighting and taking damage but not reacting one bit + +I neared the area and gave a command, the Abomination exploding in a storm of poisoned flesh and bones that cemented themselves into the body of the beast, bringing it to its knees as it wheezed for dear life + +A large malachite runic circle appeared near me as the Virulent Abomination came out as good as new, rejoining the fight and finishing it with another release of a noxious blast. + +This beast dropped a skill book this time around, it was [All Element Resistance] that I quickly learnt. It was an active skill that increased your defenses against elemental attacks once activated, but as always I would have it active all the time + +The fight was gradually drawing to a close as we took down most of the beasts in this area. I could see my cold breath coming out as I collected the cores from the other beasts on the ground and looked towards the thickets of large trees in front of us + +The trees taller than me by multiple times stood as strong as ever, their cover giving a menacing feeling for those that dared to enter its depth. I recalled how far in we came last time with the lead of Captain Ryner and carefully made my way in + +Curious beasts that had heard the vibrations of the fight that just occurred were already nearing the area, with us meeting more just a few minutes after the Abomination and I walked into the mass of trees + +The combination of [Arctic Zone] to slow down powerful Leaders and also deal killer blows to normal beasts as their bodies were frozen and shattered, as well as the use of [Rage of the Thunder Monarch] right after became my new favorite spammed skills with their efficiency. + +I also brought myself to repeatedly use the offensive rank A skills that weren’t as efficient against the higher ranked beast, but I wanted to increase their proficiency for [Skill Combination]. I was now leaning towards more support and defensive skills that I could keep active all the time without worry as they would quickly rise in proficiency and be perfect for combination + +If we met a collection of larger groups of beasts, [Volcanic Eruption] was perfect for it, but it caused such intense damage to the surroundings that the thick white trees caught fire for a few minutes and called in even more droves of beasts towards us. The naturally cold elements that congregated in the air reduced the fire and distinguished it in the next few minutes and no beast higher than rank S had come out so far, so it wasn’t too much of a problem + +We were able to take down a few rank A Leaders and two more rank S. The rank S loot worthy of mentioning was the rank S item [Storage Pouch], that held a much larger space than the lower ranked storage rings I had been using, and attached itself to my waist when equipped. The other one was a skill called [Protection of the Wounded: Injuries cause you no fear as your defense is increased by 200% while the skill is active] + +A smile bloomed on my face as I finally got a high ranked support skill, and a defensive one at that. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-79.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-79.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4d6676a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-79.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 78 - Caution" +slug: "ch-79" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 79 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1230 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The new rank S skill was quickly learned, along with a few rank A skills that were not worthy of mentioning currently that would be used for [Skill Combination] once their proficiency rises + +I looked in the messy attribute panel at the skills that continued to show their effectiveness that I regularly used + +Skill(s): (B-Eagle Eyes-100)(B+ Dark Assassin-100)(A-Flight-100)(A-Instant Transfer-98)(A-Infernal Purge-100)(A-Ultra Regeneration-94)(A-Spear of Destiny-95)(A-Pain Resistance-100) (A-Recorder-43)(A-Combusting Spears-69)(A-Language Comprehension-42)(A-Earth Armor-77) (Obscure-78)(A+ Arctic Zone-53) (S-Volcanic Eruption-79)(S-Summon Virulent Abomination-89)(S-Rage of the Thunder Monarch-77) (S-All Element Resistance-5) (S-Protection of the Wounded-2) + +The rank S skills were rising slowly, with some more than half way through to max proficiency. On the messy side of the many lower ranked skills on the panel, some B+ defense and support skills were nearing 100. I should be able to gain some new rank A skills from [Skill Combination] by the end of the day + +I moved my eyes expectantly from the panel to the cold and snowy surroundings around me as the Virulent Abomination finished off any beasts that neared. We were only on the outer ring of this large floating landmass, but we neared the distance when the one leading the previous extermination task force had us stop. + +I didn’t want to go too far in to come in contact with an EPIC ranked beast so fast, so I would proceed with caution and see if I can get another rank S skill before calling it a day and preparing for that possibly impactful randevu in the magnificently floating Snowy Peak of the Frozen Kingdom + +We slowly moved further in, making sure to proceed carefully. I spread my attention through the barely visible trees around us while using [Eagle Eyes] to check for the incoming beasts. My attention was fully on reconnaissance as the Virulent Abomination took the brunts of the fight, our progress becoming slower as we moved in + +Powerful beasts were present the deeper we went, and we soon came across three rank S leaders commanding a large group of beasts towards us. I looked excitedly towards these ugly looking monsters as they already seemed like the perfect loot in my eyes + +We waited for the large groups of beasts to come to us and moved back as we fought, putting a safe distance for the fight not to take place any closer inland. The Virulent Abomination clashed with the groups led by the two rank S BOSSes, its body quickly becoming shredded when two of the Leaders attacked it in conjunction + +The other leader was making its way towards me, its large body moving at fast speeds and evading the cold blasts of [Arctic Zone] as it neared. The beasts that were ravaging the summon thought they had won as they tore through its wings and tough muscles, but were dismayed soon after when the abomination exploded in front of them + +BOOM! + +The impact took out many of the normal surrounding beasts and heavily wounded the two leaders that were ganging up on it. Not a moment after, a large malachite rune bore out a completely brand new Abomination that jumped back into the fight. + +The leader targeting me was finally caught by one of the [Arctic Zone]s as its attention was pulled away, its figure slowing down and allowing me to cast even more of the skill where it stood. + +Its body let out uncomfortable sounds as the destructive cold elements that appeared tried to break down its defenses unsuccessfully. [Rage of the Thunder Monarch] and [Volcanic Eruption] would be its only respite as its large figure took multiple strikes of the roiling purple lightning and molten flames, letting out screeching howls before it fell to the continued casts of the skills + +I continued to keep looking out to our surroundings as I neared the body of the dead rank S BOSS and received a golden skill book and cores. The third rank S skill addition of the day would be [Saint’s Phantom- A mirage of a saint from long ago appears for 10 seconds, using its powerful magic to heal all wounds and dispel any major negative effects] + +I learned the skill right away and looked ahead to the summon that had ripped apart one of the beasts it was facing and was now clashing with the final one. At this point in time though, I saw a drastic change to the area ahead of us that I had been continuously watching with [Eagle Eyes] + +A powerful figure was rushing towards us like a speeding bullet train, its body ignoring the extremely sturdy trees shooting up to the skies as it knocked onto them and blasted through in a straight line + +Damn. + +I quickly used [Instant Transfer] to the body of one of the dead Leaders and obtained another skill book and cores, before I turned my head at full speed and used [Eagle Eyes] with [Instant Transfer] again to appear more than a mile away from the location + +BOOM! + +I heard the impact the moment I disappeared as the large beast that was coming towards us smashed onto the Virulent Abomination and wrecked the summon through the trees around it + +I only briefly watched as glistening white claws shredded into the chest of my summon before it exploded into the blast of flesh and bones that slightly pushed the figure back. The beast showed slight injuries as some its fur became tinted green, but they soon turned spotlessly white as its piercing eyes found my figure more than a mile away + +Another Virulent Abomination appeared in my location as I used [Instant Transfer] to appear at a distance another mile away, sending the summon to hold back the beast. Yea. F.u.c.k that. + +I used [Instant Transfer] multiple times until I neared the periphery of the Nest again, not looking behind as I continued flashing away. When I was more than a few miles away and could see the floating landmass in the distance, a resounding roar of anger that could be heard from here broke out + +I steadied my breathing as I continued to fly away from the Nest, remembering the information I read that powerful beasts did not rush out of the Nest they were in unless a truly powerful one had united many of the beasts congregated together to attack the lands surrounding them + +This hadn’t occurred for the past years in this area as the number of beasts was regularly reduced, with powerful adventures and mercenaries forming parties to take down Leaders that rose past rank S every few years + +The roars of the angered beasts continued, and became distant as I continued to fly away. My heart was beating at a fast pace as I thought about the EPIC ranked beast that I almost clashed with. Not yet. Not yet. + +I had to play it safe until the skills I collected rose in proficiency and I stood no chance of losing my life while fighting against such a beast. My life was too important for me to play around without having full confidence. Once the proficiency of the rank S skills rose, I would be back to take down this powerful beast. It was highly dangerous, but would also be extremely profitable + +Other people could not gain power exceeding rank S just by defeating an EPIC ranked BOSS. But I could, and I was looking forward to it! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-8.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-8.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1518ab --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-8.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 7 - Too easy" +slug: "ch-8" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 8 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1566 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I called for a ride as soon as I was done and I was driven to the [Frozen Wasteland] dungeon in 20 minutes. I still had that same backpack with me as it should be more than enough to carry [Core]s that drop even if I dive multiple times + +I placed my hand on one of the squares of the monolith, and I was back onto the cold floor with rushing wolves once more. Rank E dungeon, 20 floors, just how fast would it take for me to clear you now that I have Rank D skills? + +I quickly activated [Arctic Armor] and [Safeguard], as I wanted to ascertain just how useful the skills were going to be. I immediately felt like my entire body was rooted to the ground as I couldn’t move a single muscle + +A transparent layer of energy quickly formed on top of the [Arctic Armor], and the rushing wolves arrived. The nearest one took a swipe with its huge claws, but I didn’t even feel an impact as the wolf was bounced back + +The rank D [Safeguard] provided almost absolute defense against lower-ranking monsters and skills, this held true. With both defense skills on, I watched as the wolves rushed at me and tried clawing, biting, and anything else they could think of, but they didn’t even touch my clothes + +With my confidence slowly coming back, I then cast a skill I was very much looking forward to, [Flames of Torment] + +A blinding ray of flames quickly sprouted in front of me, piercing two of the wolves that were standing opposite me. The flames literally incinerated the area where they touched the monsters, leaving holes in their bodies + +The 2 remaining wolves beside me let out frightened yelps, but I didn’t give them any time and had two condensed fireballs quickly explode on their heads. I deactivated [Flames of Torment] & [Safeguard] and could move again, and I went to check out the wolves pierced by the pillar of flames upfront + +A burnt smell was in the air, as the wolves had almost half of their bodies burnt away. The blood remaining on the other half of their bodies was even bubbling and sizzling + +Damn. I kept my amazement inside as I rushed forward, wanting to see more of just how this deadly new skill was. I only kept [Arctic Armor] active and continued indiscriminately throwing fireballs in front of me so that I could increase its proficiency + +Now that I was becoming more familiar with skills, it seems that the closer the proficiency nears 100, the closer the skill becomes able to deal just as much damage as a skill of the next rank. As the F rank [Fireball] neared 100 in proficiency, its speed and damage was almost the same as an E rank offensive skill + +I didn’t want to completely abandon [Fireball] now that I had the rank D skill, [Flames of Torment], as it was still very effective when used well. + +On the next floor, as soon as the wolves began appearing I initiated [Flames of Torment]. I made the pillar of fire move horizontally instead of just shooting straight, causing it to literally melt the beasts in half. All 5 rushing wolves. Dead from one attack. Haha! I was already falling in love with this skill! + +Feeling the rush of easily overpowering these monsters, I rushed down the floors even faster. No matter if it was the wolves, the foxes, or the Musk Ox, [Flames of Torment] did not discriminate and easily burned holes through the beasts with its extremely high heat + +The feeling of adrenaline slowly faded as I stood by the stairs to the BOSS once more. I was decent enough to leave in one piece yesterday, but I was gonna be sure to take it out even more thoroughly today + +I went down the stairs and watched the slumbering mass of a beast get up once more, Its bright red eyes trying to pierce through me. + +Without wasting a beat, a pillar of flames sprouted in front of me like a blooming red flower. The rising bear raised its huge paws to protect its body once more, but this time there was no rest from the flames + +GRAAAA!!! + +A mournful howl was released as the beast’s limbs did not last even a second, blasting them apart in an explosion of flesh and bones, continuing onto the body of the bear! + +A sizzling hole was quickly apparent at the center of the beast’s chest, stopping its howls short, and causing it to plummet back down to the cold hard ground + +BOOM! + +Controlling my breath, I looked down at the huge mass that was now burning in front of me. Something that gave me fear the day before, did not even manage to come a few meters near me now + +I closed my eyes as I relished this feeling, and then went forward to grab the [Core]s and...oh? + +It wasn’t a skill book this time around, but...an [Item]. I was quickly able to identify the equipment beside the huge bear, [Swift Boots: Increase the speed of the wearer]. The item brought a smile to my face, as they rarely dropped and could fetch a high price. The best thing about items is that you can use, reuse, and then sell them without them ever losing their value + +I put the boots on, feeling my body get noticeably lighter. I dashed around and confirmed that I could more easily move around. + +Swiftly clearing the Rank E dungeon [Frozen Wasteland], a sense of accomplishment rose as I went towards the green crystal. Before going out though, I took out a few of the [Vitality] and [Strength] cores that I had collected in this run and began absorbing them + +Rank F [Core]s allowed a hunter to be strengthened up to 50 attribute points, Rank E [Core]s up to 100, Rank D up to 150, and on and on. The hunters standing atop the world currently had their attribute points nearing 300. It didn’t matter how many F ranked [Core]s you consumed, if you wanted to go past 50 on your attribute, you had to absorb rank E cores, with the process repeating for higher ranks. Absorbing rank E [Core]s while my stats were still under 50 only made them rise a bit faster + +I stopped absorbing once [Vitality] and [Strength] both reached 50, and as usual, [Focus] was blank so all those cores were saved up in the bag. I wrapped everything up and approached the crystal to leave the dungeon. + +As I touched the crystal and I was transported outside the monolith, I debated whether I should repeat this dungeon, or go towards one of the few Rank D dungeons in Outer Bank X + +I currently held 2 rank D skills, one of which was shredding the monsters in this Rank E dungeon as if they were paper, the other, once activated anyways, would make me almost impermeable to any damage below Rank D, and provide huge defense when facing monsters of equivalent rank + +For time efficiency, it makes a lot more sense to head to a higher-ranked dungeon, which will mean more floors, more monsters, and better drops. This time around though, I couldn’t be reckless. + +Since I was already at [Frozen Wasteland] though, and it took me less than 20 minutes to clear everything, it shouldn’t be an issue to repeat this dungeon once or twice. There will be no surprises and my safety is guaranteed...as well as the fact that there are so few people here + +I made up my mind and approached one of the squares of the monolith again, placing my hand and disappearing right after. + +The 2nd run of [Frozen Wasteland] today brought me more [Core]s, with the addition of [Blade Strike: With a swing of your sword, unleash a deadly strike upon your enemies]. This skill wasn’t that useful for me, so I threw in the backpack and went in again for the third time today + +The 3rd run of [Frozen Wasteland] gave me a similar amount of [Core]s, this time with a fairly rare skill, [Summon Golem: Summons a single partner to fight on your behalf]. Many hunters would buy this skill as soon as it hits the shelf, as it allows casters to effectively have another tank, or the Knights and Berserkers to have a partner to take the damage for a few seconds. It doesn’t really go with my style though, as it will be a slow-moving golem, and I rush through these monsters fairly fast. All that it meant for me was being able to receive more money for a skill + +Fourth run, only [Core]s, not a single skill book or item. This run bummed me out. + +Fifth run, more cores, and 1 item: [Kenshin’s Sword]. As simple as that, it was a sword. I wasn’t planning on getting near any monsters, so this would be getting sold too. My backpack was nearly overflowing though, so I will be heading to an Awakened Center to sell the things I’ve collected so far. I was looking forward to this, as my profits now would easily pass half a million, meaning I can finally grab myself a Rank C skill... + +[Noah][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 50] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 50] + +[Skill(s): (F-Fireball-96)(F-Heal-10)(E-Arctic Armor- 79)(D-Flames of Torment-31)(D-Safeguard-8)] + +[Equipment: (E-Swift Boots)] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-80.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-80.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52d81df --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-80.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 79 - Meeting" +slug: "ch-80" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 80 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1304 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I moved away from the floating Skypeak Nest and flew back towards the large fortress walls in the distance. + +I took out the skill book that I managed to grab before the appearance of the powerful EPIC ranked beast, it was [Profane Eruption- Affect the bodies of slain enemies to violently burst, releasing poisonous blight in an area of five meters]. I recalled the multitude of dead bodies that piled up whenever I fought and looked forward to using this the next time + +The cold winds in the skies as well as the voluminous snow that always fell in the Frozen Kingdom became comforting and cooled the tension I felt in my body. I flew down once I neared the fortress wall, with the crowds that came in and out thinning as night neared + +With the increasing fear and tension of demons plaquing the lands, most of the merchants that made their business travelling between kingdoms and selling their goods had to put their lives on the line. The roles of adventures and mercenaries further increased to protect merchants and key figures that travel around. They had to have someone powerful in case they came across a squadron of demons moving across the lands + +I passed the heavily protected gates with no issue and found myself back in the beautiful entrance town that seemed to be coming to life with the advent of the night sky. I recalled the invitation I had received as well as the golden plaque I held in my storage ring. This person that had taken an interest in me and called for a meeting out of the blue might be an extremely important step during my time in the Frozen Kingdom, and I couldn’t take it lightly + +I had added four more rank S skills in my arsenal, and felt all the more safer, but I still had to move with caution. I would take this risk with the meeting now and see what results come from it. I found myself moving past the rows of businesses that began their work as well as the barely dressed women that seemed to literally be materializing from the dark corners of inns + +My destination this time was the long bridge that sn.a.k.e.d all the way up to the floating Snowy Peak high up in the distance. Two guards still stood side by side and carefully inspected everyone going up, only letting known people with a high status pass through without checking + +I took out the golden plaque I received from the woman that called herself Night as I made my way to the bridge. The guards on either sides looked at me briefly before their gazes went away. The first step I took on the bridge felt like a starting point for something entirely new + +The bridge was built with complex artistry and looked like the most expensive stairs ever created with the blue glowing gems that lined the opposite sides and its extreme width. It stood in the sky with very little movement as I climbed up. I had counted more than 300 steps before I came across two extravagantly dressed women making their way down that gave me curious looks + +Another few minutes passed as I stopped enjoying the scenes high in the air while looking down at the twinkling lights below, and I ascended the entire bridge into a brand new region that seemed entirely different than what I’ve been seeing. + +There were normal sized trees with white leaves lined up from the bridge and heading into the Snowy Peak, the smooth road paved beautifully as this place seemed twice as exquisite as the land below us. The path forked as I went further in, and the end of the path held a figure of someone that seemed larger than 3 meters. + +The figure had a wild aura that definitely exceeded rank S as they stood guard on the path right off the bridge entering Snowy peak. The being had their body encased in a similar white armor that I had seen many of the guards wear, with only their head remaining uncovered. + +It was the head that surprised me, as it glowed with a fiery light and had a full mane all around it. The figure had the striking head that closely matched that of the fiercest lion, this was a powerful beastfolk that was not to be trifled with. I calmed my beating heart after meeting this guard that was most likely of EPIC rank as I considered what path to choose + +They had given me the message to come to a place called the White Courtyard, but I had no idea where that was. I was planning on speaking to the guard when a dark clothed figure flashed into being on the right path. It looked to be the same one that I had met yesterday as they bowed towards me and indicated for me to follow them + +Grand buildings came to light as we walked further in, and I started seeing throngs of people carrying themselves with a level of arrogance walk in and out of luxurious looking stores and restaurants. + +The dark clothed woman I was following took us behind a certain building and knocked on it rapidly, causing a release mechanism as a hidden door appeared on the ground leading to a dimly lit pathway. I jumped in with her as she spoke for the first time today + +"The Lady wanted to take even more extreme measures to stop any outside intervention or peering eyes. We will arrive at the White Courtyard shortly." + +I nodded at her words as we followed the hidden path snaking its way underground, eventually following it up to a small courtyard. We unearthed ourselves into an all white room that gave out a calming feeling as the hidden door closed behind us. Night led the way through a few more doors and I soon found myself face to face with a veiled figure similar to someone I had seen not too long ago + +I tried not to show the shock on my face as it dawned on me that the figure I took the interest of wore the same clothed veil of a high profile person that even the powerful rank S captain just wanted to be in the presence of + +Night quickly bowed and receded from the room, closing the door with a click as multiple magical barriers began enclosing the room we were in. The veiled figure stood up and took a small curtsy while lifting up her dress and pushing her head down a little + +The dark veil that covered her in entirety disappeared right after as the most stunning face I had ever seen revealed itself to my eyes. The face had a detached and cold expression with dark eyes that piercingly shone in the night. A bountiful head full of dazzling blue hair came into light as the figure fully revealed itself to me. A clearly expectant voice that seemed to betray the icy expression rang out + +"Esteemed Sir, thank you for taking the time to meet me." + +Every word that came out of the white lips of this person seemed to be dripping with elegance as I shook myself out of my reverie and calmly spoke + +"It’s no problem. If I can be forward, who do I have the pleasure of meeting today?" + +The figure rose their cold face up high as the clear voice that I can definitely confirm showed more excitement compared to the frozen face rang out + +"I am the second child of King Roark Belmont of the Frozen Kingdom. The Ice Princess that holds control of the Snowy Peak we stand on. My name is Adelaide Belmont, and it is my deepest pleasure to welcome you here." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-81.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-81.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f43f473 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-81.md @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 80 - Building Trust" +slug: "ch-81" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 81 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1137 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +I was trying to control my emotions to the best of my abilities as I met with the person I had longed to meet. My unique skill continued to show his body shining with a golden light to such an extent that the murky grey light that surrounded me started to recede. This was the person that would prevent my death and the incoming calamity. I had to find a way to gain his favor, no matter what. + +My mind that was always scheming was drawing a blank when it came to this person, as I really knew very little about him and had no information to work with. He had appeared randomly not too long ago, showing an average power of rank S with an ability that granted him slightly more mana than average. + +The only time the calm expression left his face was when he ate, where it seemed he was enjoying the food so much that a smile always bloomed. From the mercenaries that were with him, I found this esteemed person’s name to be Noah Osmont. + +All of these were things I found out in a matter of a day after using the full force of my information agency to follow the movements of this person since the day he appeared. But I still had nothing to work with, making me very frustrated. + +The nobles that stood against me were met with swift destruction because of the many secrets I was able to dip my hands into, but I had nothing to build on for the current person. My mind cleared as I chose the most simplest approach for now, honesty. I squinted at the face that continued to shine blindingly as I spoke. + +"I am the second child of King Roark Belmont of the Frozen Kingdom. The Ice Princess that holds control of the Snowy Peak we stand on. My name is Adelaide Belmont, and it is my deepest pleasure to welcome you here." + +Honesty. This was something that many people overlooked, but could always be trusted when used properly. I continued, trying to keep my voice as stable as possible. + +"Sir Osmont, I only have the purest of intentions for calling you here, but I do not know how to proceed given the subject of the matter." + +Yes. How do I tell someone that I just met about a huge calamity approaching us, and that he would be the one to save me from my untimely death without sounding just a tad bit crazy? How can I build trust with this person without seeming too eager or with a hostile motive? I would see if blatant honesty with no sophistry would do the trick. His gaze that motioned for me to continue felt like a tremendous weight pressing down. + +"I...have a peculiar unique skill that tells me who I should associate with, and who I shouldn’t. You, are the first person I met that the skill is calling for the strongest association with." + +There was silence in the air as the words left my mouth. I had exposed a secret about my unique skill that nobody else knew. My mother died with this secret, as even her husband was left in the dark. But I took this risk because I had full trust in {GOLDEN RULE} that continued to give the same message even now- stick to this person as much as possible. Now, how would you respond to a vulnerable girl exposing her secret to you? + +--- + +The dazzling woman, Princess Adelaide, continued to surprise me with every sentence she spoke. When I heard her last words, I had to take a few seconds and replay them with [Recorder] too see if I heard correctly. + +This was the princess of the Frozen Kingdom, someone who controlled one of the peaks and the favored daughter of the current king. From her words, associating with me will be something extremely beneficial to her? + +I quickly thought about my own position and the goals I had when I descended into this world. I was someone unique, with nearly unlimited power. I planned to quickly raise my power and influence and disrupt the invasion of demons in this world, ultimately taking it for myself. The things she was saying about a unique skill that informed her of which people to surround herself with did not seem that far fetched. + +So lets say she really is telling the truth. My heart increased its beatings as I was fully realizing the new possibilities if the words of this person were true. + +I had planned to rise to the top of this kingdom in strength and take the lead of creating huge achievements while fighting the demonic forces that would surely come. Only making grand moves after that. But with this person, I could see another, much accelerated path forming. I looked at the blue haired woman who still had the same cold expression and said, + +"You really believe that someone of my level of strength will have an impact on someone of your standing?" + +"Yes. I wholly believe in my unique skill. It has never once been wrong. With that being said, I would love to work closely with you for the future. Whatever you need, let me know. I will provide you all the power I hold, while providing you with the most critical of information" + +I listened to words that seemed too good to be true. The princess of this kingdom would give me her full support in whatever I wanted to do because her skill told her so? Very well. This is an opportunity too big to pass up. I would use it to potentially take over this land in a much shorter time span then I thought possible. A possible period of a year or more could possibly be cut down to months. Alright, I’ll play. + +"As a measure of good will to start off our relationship, I will share the biggest secret about the intrusion of Demon Kings that are currently building their forces in the center of the continent . This is a secret that only the royalty of the remaining kingdoms have access to, and something that would definitely be of benefit to you." + +With a wave of hand, an exquisite table appeared between us with two seats on opposite sides. Sparkling trays of food began to appear one after another as one of the golden rings on her slender fingers continued to shine. The table was soon filled to the brim with the most ethereal food I had ever come across as she motioned for me to sit + +"Let me take some of your time to describe the huge secret of the conspiracy that brought down the most powerful kingdom of this world into the hands of demons." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-82.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-82.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..028afd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-82.md @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 81 - The Fall of a Hegemony" +slug: "ch-82" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 82 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1176 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The Draconic Kingdom that was situated at the center of the Beast World was the kingdom that commanded the most power. With the mythical race of dragons at the forefront, the kingdom prospered and took the lead in erecting a stronghold that withstood the test of time for multiple millenia. + +In the kingdom, there were multiple floating cities where powerful dragons resided, ruling over the masses of the common beasts below them. Their power boasted such unshakable belief, that the day they fell became the most shocking thing for the beings of the Beast World to hear. + +The invasion of demons began abruptly, with multiple Demon Kings descending down in areas not too far from the Draconic Kingdom. They were somehow equipped with all the knowledge of the Beast World as they began waging war right away, causing the battalions of Black Dragons that protected the kingdom to move against them. + +The Demon Kings that led hordes of demonic forces had terrible power, using Abyss Magic and Unique Skills that stood toe to toe against the strength of dragons. The war was brutal, causing the other mythical kingdoms of beasts to activate their forces and prepare to reinforce the Draconic Kingdom. + +This was when a huge change occured. The daughter of the Dragon King that was fighting in the front lines was defeated and captured. This humiliation caused the Dragon King to go mad as he prepared for a war of mutual destruction with the demons. But the demons began pulling their forces out of the kingdom at this instant, calling for a momentary truce. + +They called upon the Dragon King to stop the war that was causing both sides to lose many of their forces and leveraged the life of his daughter to call for an assembly of discussion of how both sides could coexist. The Dragon King naturally knew this wasn’t possible, but his dear daughter’s life obscured his judgment. His love for her was so deep that he ignored all the wisdom and logic he had and called upon his forces to attend this assembly. + +Even with love blinding him, he still didn’t act rashly and moved together with the powerful regiments of black dragons as his protection. The Assembly was set on on a grassy plain where the two forces faced one another and the leaders moved to discuss. + +Of course, the only thing they faced was betrayal. + +But this was the wickedness of the demons. As the Dragon King was approaching the tent placed in the middle of the opposing forces, he was presented with the sight of his daughter being humiliated, and then watched as she was beheaded right after. + +The Demon King doing this was one that hadn’t appeared in the battles previously. He had newly descended down into the ranks of Demon Kings that were present in the Beast World. He was ranked 32nd, the Demon of L.u.s.t, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Demon King Asmodeus. With an Ultimate Skill that granted him glimpses of the future, he fought against the maddened Dragon King...and brought him down. + +The ruthlessness of demons was seen firsthand as they played with emotions and sought destruction. After the fall of the Dragon King, the rest of the forces went down like dominoes, and the demon forces claimed the Draconic Kingdom. + +There was one thing that remained a secret from the outcome of this war though. Whether through means of illusion or Abyss Magic, nobles from other kingdoms were able to see the daughter of the Dragon King alive and well. Spies observed a figure that looked just like her standing besides Asmodeus as he led his forces to take over the Draconic Kingdom. + +The figure held the same face of the Dragon Princess, but it was dressed lasciviously with two horns growing a top its head. The forces believed that a betrayal had taken place and was the ultimate cause of the downfall of the Draconic Kingdom. + +This increased the Mythical Beasts’ apprehension of the terrible magic that the demons wielded, and they chose to prepare on all fronts for the war that would undoubtedly break out after the demon forces power consolidated around the Draconic Kingdom. + +They didn’t want the same mind games that the demons played before to occur. They didn’t want to see their loved ones humiliated or turned to betrayers. Forces began to be bolstered by powerful mercenaries that moved across the kingdoms in these uncertain times, as the demons waited to start an all out war. + +"The true terror of the Demons isn’t their hordes of demonic soldiers that fight relentlessly. It is the mysterious Unique and Ultimate skills that they possess. Skills that show extreme effectiveness even when matched by the most powerful beings in this world." + +Princess Adelaide took a sip of a red drink as she finished her story. More than hour had passed as the drinks and food on the table were emptied, with the man standing opposite her listening with rapt attention while devouring the meals around him. + +His eyes seemed to be blazing with fire as a few words escaped his lips. + +"Unique and Ultimate skills..." + +There was a sense of excitement on Noah’s face as he pondered what he just heard. He focused on Princess Adelaide and said, + +"What are the movements of demons against the Frozen Kingdom currently?" + +"The demons are moving their forces and dividing them across all kingdoms, slowing down their advances quite a bit. From the information I have collected so far, only a single Demon King has been leading his forces towards this kingdom." + +Hesitation appeared on the princess’ face as she continued with her next words. + +"I am also keeping watch of suspicious movements in the kingdom. This isn’t based on any conclusive information, but from the use of my skill that tells me who to look out for." + +A silence pervaded the room as both people were absorbed in their own thoughts. A clear voice rang out from Noah’s side. + +"Okay. Let’s say we have this cooperation between the two of us. You believe I hold the key to your successful future, and I...well, I have my own aims. What will be the first move of this mutual cooperation?" + +A small smile came on as opposed to the normally icy expression on Princess Adelaide’s face as a relieved reply came, + +"We have to give you a starting position to stand on that would allow you to be next to me with no questions. How do you feel about taking the command position of my Royal Guards?" + +--- + +It was the calm before the storm as many beings moved their forces around and prepared for the incoming collisions. + +On the neglected kingdom that had a single Demon King making its way towards it, a single event had occurred that would have tremendous consequences. Schemes continued to be created as battles of wits and of strength continued to be carried out. But in the face of ultimate power, who would come out on top? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-83.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-83.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c3d288f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-83.md @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 82 - Wanting to move in the shadows" +slug: "ch-83" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 83 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1272 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +"No." + +It was a simple small word that carried a lot of meaning. I observed the surprise of the princess in front of me as her lips formed a round o and I further clarified. + +"I’ve learnt a few things these past weeks that made me realize being on the spot light isn’t necessarily a good thing. Our cooperation can definitely be established, but I’ll be supporting you behind the shadows." + +Calmness returned on her face as she heard this, and I thought about all the things we discussed today. There were many ways I could go about this new development. + +"Well, you may be right. I was going to see if you would join the competition that decides who will be replacing a retiring guard, but to create an identity for you covertly would be even easier." + +I recalled the veiled in black woman that called herself Night as the ideas I had came into place. I asked her about the positions of all her different forces and found out that she had a secret division of people protecting her called Shadow Guards. + +Instead of publicly joining her and becoming her guard captain, I chose to act as one of the figures of her hidden department. I heard her cold voice that held a tinge of allure in it ring out after deciding this. + +"Working as one of the Shadow Guards would mean you would be staying very close to me in the castle, perhaps just separated by a thin wall for you to act whenever the need arises" + +My eyes shrunk into thin slits as I heard this, and the discussion continued. One of her golden rings shone again as a black material appeared on the table. I ended up receiving a black suit that tightly hugged my body, visibly showing the steeled muscles all over once I wore it. + +The black suit was a rank S item that had the innate trait of blending into the shadows, being great for assassinations and the like. As soon as you filled it with energy, your figure would quickly disappear. With the addition of the few hiding skills I could activate at all times, I was skeptical whether someone of EPIC rank would be able to notice me if I didn’t want them to. + +For the latter half of the Night, I told the Princess that I had to think about everything as she excused herself into another room of the White Courtyard, telling me to call out if I needed anything. + +After talking in the presence of this person for so long, I let out a relaxing breath while going over the entire meeting. I was just met with one of the best possible scenarios by quickly getting in contact with someone of high standard, and it was an extremely high standard as things stood right now. + +All she wanted and expected of me was my presence, that I would be the person to protect her against threats she is confident are approaching through the use of her unique skill. When I thought about the idea of Unique Skills and the demon’s Ultimate Skills she had mentioned, I couldn’t help but feel excited at the possibility of getting them for myself. + +I would take it slow though, and focus on the immediate goals I have currently. Firstly, it was matching and taking down the EPIC ranked beast I ran from at the Skypeak Nest. To do this, I had to continue raising the proficiency of rank S skills, as well as carry out combinations of skills that have met the requirements. + +On top of the few rank S skills I was able to obtain from my recent trip, I was able to take down even more rank A BOSSes that gave me many rank A items and skills. Putting together the rank A skills I received before leaving the Empire, I had a few additions that were already being used: [Healing Light],[Lion’s Roar],[Water Barrier],[Pierce],[Executor’s Speed],[Sense Heat Source], and [Silent Communication]. + +All the ones I learnt were active skills that would become passive through the use of my nearly endless mana. For the offensive skills, I was putting more focus in raising the ones that were currently at rank S, while still bringing up the remaining offensive rank A skills that neared 100 proficiency. It felt like I was already spreading my focus on too many things, and I had to be sure I was going in the right direction as time passed. + +As for skills rank B or lower, there were too many to count, and I would only choose a few that I saw were compatible with rank B skills like [Eagle Eyes] and a few others that I still actively used so that I could raise their ranks later. + +I was setting my sights on higher places as my rank S skills continued to increase and deserved even more attention with how destructive they were. Currently, I was sitting alone in the room absorbing the rank S cores so that I could max my attributes to 350. With how many cores I currently had in hand, reaching it should not be a problem. + +Testing [Skill Combination], I was able to produce a few more rank B+ skills that didn’t need mentioning the way they currently were, and would only show some effectiveness after I combine them later to produce some decent rank A hiding, defensive, and support skills. This process would only repeat itself and produce bulks of rank A+ skills that I will be able to make into rank S as time passed. + +Since I had some time and didn’t want to play with death testing the EPIC ranked beast that I wasn’t sure if it had gone back to the inner parts of Skypeak Nest or still patrolling in the perimeter, I can use the time I have waiting for the skill proficiency to rise while getting to know this Frozen Kingdom I had plans for. + +I’ll start with the Princess whose face always seemed cold, but the voice betrayed the expectation and excitement when she talked to me. The night passed with me monitoring the many skills I was activating, while also spamming skills like [Saint’s Phantom] that didn’t shine with outragous effects to continuously increase proficiency. + +It would be a sleepless night, but my body that continued to grow stronger through absorbing essence and the multitude of skills would not be burdened in any way. + +When morning came, the princess showed herself in a new veil that was light blue. The black clothed Night was besides her as she told me today would be the day of the competition amongst a few rank S mercenaries and adventures to decide who would be joining as one of her new guards. + +We stepped out of the building called the White Courtyard as the figures of Night and I became transparent. Night was one of the few Shadow Guards that would keep close proximity with the Princess, with a few other ones similar to her stationed all over the Snowy Peak ready to reinforce the guards that escorted her around if anything were to happen. + +I wasn’t sure if this could be considered paranoia on the Princess’s side as she was being this careful even on her own peak that she controlled, but maybe I could learn a thing or two about going to extremes to stay safe. I would observe the ways of this kingdom and its people before I cement myself into an unshakable position to lead them against the demons that were on their way. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-84.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-84.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dece4ac --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-84.md @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 83 - The Crown Prince" +slug: "ch-84" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 84 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1160 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +A grand occasion was taking place on the Snowy Peak of the Frozen Kingdom. A new Royal Guard was about to be appointed, and the selection would take place in the form of combat! + +All of those that deemed themselves worthy and had sufficent status climbed the long bridge into the luxurious world atop the Snowy Peak. Grandiose establishments were left behind as many nobles, adventures, and mercenaries found themselves congregating in a large square field that had tiered seats in their surroundings + +At the forefront, an elevated seating was present where the Ice Princess herself would be observing the match. Lower seating was present on the sides for merchants, adventures, mercenaries, and anyone else with sufficient status to attend. Nobles would be seated on the opposite side of the Princess observing the matches as well + +An occasion like this would not normally draw such huge crowds, but it was the presence of the Princess that forever wore a cold expression that people were waiting to see. When the new Royal Guard would be sworn in, there was a tradition of the veil that covered the entirety of Princess Adelaide’s face to be gone for an instant. Many came just to be graced by this sight + +--- + +I could see many figures congregating as I remained hidden in the far corners of the high seats that the princess was looking down from. My figure was fully transparent with the rank S equipment I recently received as well as the many hiding skills that nearly erased my existence from people’s eyes + +I could see the figure of Captain Ryner standing valiantly on the side of the people that would be competing, with his face showing an expression of confidence. Various types of foods and refreshments were being passed around by a collection of expertly dressed maids + +I turned my attention from the sights of people into the surroundings as I enjoyed the peacefully rustling white colored trees that symmetrically lined up this entire venue. + +One of the things that continued to surprise me in this kingdom was the different types of beauty you could see with their architecture and simple layouts of the various snowy and colorful trees. It continued to remind me just how different the world I was currently living in. + +Figures continued to fill in as discussions rose to their peak, before Princess Adelaide rose with her hand glistening in the air, bringing an abrupt silence. I had half of my attention placed on watching the skills that continued to rise in proficiency and combining the ones I could, with the other half of my attention on the events playing out in front of me + +The rising of her hand signalled the beginning of the affair, as the people coordinating the event moved around to start the first match. At this point in time though, rough winds blew out as something majestically appeared in the skies + +The beast that just appeared perfectly fit the description of a Gryphon, with large outspread wings and a sharp beak that glistened in the light. Atop this mighty looking beast was a dashingly handsome man accompanied by a woman that was letting out a crazy level of power + +My focus fully shifted onto them as I felt the feeling of an EPIC ranked individual once again. + +"My dear sister, you would hold such an event without inviting your loving brother?" + +In a playfully berating tone, the voice rang out from the figure as the Gryphon slowly landed near the elevated seats where we sat. Looking at the figure drifting up to the princess and matching it with the information I held, this would be the powerful Crown Prince that was currently set to become the next ruler of the Frozen Kingdom + +He truly did have the strength to prance around as he did, with the only guard he brought along being EPIC ranked. The terrifying guard’s eyes observed everything in the surrounding, the gaze landing on Princess Adelaide’s rank S aides that stood around her. + +The seemingly loving brother ascended the platform and came face to face with the Princess, his arrival bringing with it a level of tension in the recently calm surroundings. His hand moved out and landed on the shoulders of the veiled princess with a light pat, and I observed a slight tremble occur on her figure + +"That is no way to welcome your older brother. Come on, let’s see if we can get a few words out of you today. How about ’Brother, it’s nice to see you!’? Hmm, no? Haha, oh well!" + +The Crown Prince talked this way as the veiled princess remaining still, her covered face only blankly staring back at him. He smiled brightly at this response as if he had won something and turned aorund to the mass of people around us + +"Today is an auspicious day where our favorite Princess will add another guard to her collection. Let us enjoy ourselves, and watch the great matches unfold!" + +Exclamations rose out as people matched the Crown Prince’s enthusiasm, and two figures stepped into the square arena to start the first match. The dangerous EPIC ranked woman stood behind a chair that was right beside the Princess, where her old brother took his seat when the match started + +Not a single word was traded between the siblings after this, as the platform we were standing on became filled with an uncomfortable air. + +I looked at this newly appeared Crown Prince and recalled the things Princess Adelaide mentioned the night before. Among the many things she brought up after we agreed on a mutual cooperation, the name of her older brother occupied much of the discussion + +Crown Prince Aeneas, the royalty that controlled Summit Peak, as well as the Frozen Paradise that the youngest Prince Theodred occupied. The biggest thing she told me to keep in mind was to be careful of the rapidly changing face of this Crown Prince. + +The berating persona of an older brother was not in any way how the person was in the dark. He was a shrewd individual who had taken control of two Peaks, with the Princess losing the battle against him when it came to the Frozen Paradise that their younger brother occupied. + +The Crown Prince’s hands had dug down deep and now controlled a majority of the businesses and commerce there, elevating his status even further and giving him increased wealth. She told me that if there was anyone to cause us trouble in the future, it would be him. She was much more guarded against him than even the demons that would eventually wage war on these lands + +His figure let out peak rank S strength, similar to the Princess, but the main worry was his EPIC ranked woman that was guarding him with a fierce expression. My body remained veiled in the dark as I watched this Crown Prince and the ongoing matches below. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-85.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-85.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..48fb405 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-85.md @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 84 - A wolf in sheeps clothing" +slug: "ch-85" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 85 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1621 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The hunger that was rising deep within me was quickly pushed down as I sat near my little sister. + +My dear little Adelaide. How much longer do you think you will scurry around from my grasp? My face couldn’t help but change when I recalled the cute fight you put up for the control of Frozen Paradise + +You thought you had control over our little brother and could rope him to stand with you against me? Haha, naive, naive, naive! + +The exhilaration I felt while looking at that face that was normally frozen be filled with anger that day kept me up at night! + +Yes. That face. I want to see that same f.u.c.k.i.n.g face again. + +Furious emotions erupted out and occupied my mind. My fondness of this bitch was quickly replaced with hatred. She was the only one standing against me. Did she not know the things I was doing to keep the people of this kingdom safe? + +What gave her the courage to put up defenses against me? Even someone as powerful as an EPIC ranked adventure heeled under me. I looked to the dark haired woman that was releasing a powerful aura as the anger receded within me. + +The matches happening below us were inconsequential to me as my eyes kept trying to pierce the veiled figure of my pitiful little sister. No matter how many guards you add. No matter how smart you think you are. Under absolute power, what can you do but falter? + +Just like this EPIC ranked adventurer behind me. Just like the many that have kneeled before me. So will you. When that time comes...I will see just how much longer that frozen expression can remain on your face. + +I retained my calm as I thought about the brand new strength I would be gaining with the possible deals being made in closed doors. People feared the advent of demons in this world, but I see it as an opportunity. + +There were too many fools with rigid thinking running around, and this would cause the death of all of us. Things that were never possible could now be seen before me. Grand aspirations of domination would not just be fleeting dreams. As for those that stood in the way of my dreams? Hmph. + +I sensed the uncomfortable figure besides me as a smile returned on my face. Keep on squirming, little lamb. For I will have you in my grasp soon enough. + +--- + +The fights were spectacular to look at, but it wasn’t the thing that grabbed most of my attention. It was the demeanor of the prince that stood near the princess. The facial movements were imperceptible, but I continued to see him shift from glee, to happiness, to anger all in a span of a few minutes + +My guard was fully up against this new figure as I continued to observe the matches. The strength of the combatants going head to head was great to look at, and it made me admire the way adventurers and mercenaries rose their strength in this world + +The adventurers of this world began at rank F like many of the hunters in my world, and gradually increased their strength overtime. You had adventurers who were blessed with powerful and unique skills early on, with some that would most likely rise to become exceptional adventurers that could even earn the title of Hero. + +The strength of the beings in this world rose at a much slower rate than the awakened in my world, but they honed their strength through constant acc.u.mulation and experience. A low ranking hunter would start their adventuring in small dungeons and spend months in there obtaining cores and increasing their strength + +The skills they had would grow with them as they spent years using and learning them. The damage of an adventurer’s C ranked skill could be trained to be powerful enough to the level above if they continued to get stronger. + +This wasn’t even mentioning the beasts that were the majority of beings in this world. There were many different bloodlines of beasts, and depending on your birth, you could quickly become strong or remain weak. + +An example was the race of Mythical Dragons that had control of and used to reside in the center of the continent. A newly born dragon had much more mana than many other beings, and as they aged they received innate skills of their species while also learning how to utilize essence to form other destructive skills. + +They were geniuses when it came to mana, and exceeded many other species in strength. This was also why their downfall shocked so many lesser races and made them treat the threat of demons as a possible world ending calamity. But the dragons weren’t the only mythical races in this world. + +Another source of their strength was the dungeons that lay all over the world. They were established for a long time with some new ones rarely appearing over time. One of the amazing things I found out about the dungeons in this world is that they granted a random skill to those that cleared it for the first time. So adventurers spent their lives travelling all over the world to amass more strength by clearing different types of dungeons to gain more skills on top of the ones they innately have and train themselves + +Higher ranked dungeons rarely granted skills of the same rank though, where a very low percentage existed of a party clearing an EPIC ranked dungeon to actually get an EPIC ranked skill. The established norm after hundreds of years was that the more people you delved into a dungeon with, it caused the reward to be split across everyone. So powerful Heroes who could take on dungeons alone would be the ones to find themselves getting powerful skills of the same rank of dungeons they were clearing + +But how could someone of rank S clear an equivalent dungeon alone? Even the most powerful EPIC ranked figures could rarely pull off taking down an EPIC ranked dungeon by themselves, and those that tried spent days to barely make it out with their lives. Thus, figures that could do this were very rare in history. + +A few matches went by as the people around the elevated platforms ate and drank, with the platform where the two siblings were sitting continuing to be an uncomfortable area of palpable tension and silence + +I watched as Captain Ryner advanced forward valiantly, defeating two opponents without breaking a sweat. He wasn’t joking when he said he was a peak rank S power house. I was probably looking at the future guard that would be following the princess around in the future + +I continued to combine skills while the matches were going, gaining new additions of rank A skills, and could even foresee the appearence of the first rank S+ skill. After spamming [Saint’s Phantom] consecutively every single second for the entire past night, the skill neared 100 proficiency, and I wanted to combine it with [All Element Resistance] that had also been repetitively spammed and nearly reached 100 proficiency, both turning out to be compatible. These skills were relatively easy to raise as they didn’t come with world shattering effects when casted. + +Aside from this possible rank S+ skill, covert skills of lower rank like [Dark Assassin] were combined together to produce 3 new covert rank A skills, [Shadow Escape], [Illusory], and [Chameleon’s Skin]. These skills were also quickly activated, giving me increased confidence of even those at the EPIC rank not noticing me. + +The process of combination was only becoming faster and faster as I chose more skills that I could passively activate which were compatible with one another. My dream of overlapping myself with multiple powerful defensive skills was slowly coming to fruition as multiple rank B+ skills were combined. This provided me with new rank A defensive and support skills that were [Steeled Muscles],[Hardened Bones],[Wind Armor], [Metal Scales], [Tanzanite Skin], [Yeti’s Fur], and finally [Frigid Armament] + +Almost all of the rank B skills I collected the week that I spent in the Empire before coming here and ones gained from the Skypeak Nest were spent to produce this many compatible defense and support skills. There were so many that even I had trouble keeping track of all of them, and just continued to keep them active so that I could continue creating combinations of the next rank. + +Obtaining an EPIC ranked skill through [Skill Combination] might happen faster than I thought with how efficient I was when I put my nearly endless mana to full use with constant activation of skills. + +The only other skills that didn’t really fit into a category but I had plans for nonetheless were [Regal Archer’s Eyes] which rose from [Eagle Eyes] and a previously learnt rank B skill called [Enhanced Acuity]. + +I was enhancing my skills in such a systematic way that it almost seemed foreign to me, with this type of progress even giving me an excited scare. I wanted to grind my active offensive skills similar to the defense, covert, and support skills that I will just refer to as passive skills from now on since they act that way with my nearly endless mana. + +The memory of me grinding [Fireball] in a dungeon as I watched the proficiency numbers go up passed through my mind, and I shifted the plans to visit the dungeons of this world as my next plan of action. I could see an EPIC ranked skill being born in this pathway in at most two weeks, and it would be much less dangerous than battling an EPIC ranked beast while not fully prepared. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-86.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-86.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c157ba --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-86.md @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 85 - Dungeon diving in another world" +slug: "ch-86" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 86 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1509 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +The matches were quickly wrapped up as we were given a show of exciting battles between peak rank S powers. At the end of all of it, the valiant mercenary I knew as Captain Ryner took the title. He stood on the empty arena as cheers erupted all around for the new guard of Princess Adelaide. + +The Crown Prince rose up with a smiling face as he clapped, and turned towards his sister, as if he couldn’t wait for the final part of the event to go underway. Two guards led the about to be initiated Ryner over to the elevated platform as he went to his knees and bowed down right before Princess Adelaide. + +A golden sword appeared on the hands of the Princess as she rose up and her veil disappeared, her stunningly frozen face becoming visible for everyone to see. It was tradition to give at least this much respect to a newly initiated Royal Guard. + +The disappearing of the veil caused the awes of many of the people cl.u.s.tered in this exquisite square field, with l.u.s.tful eyes being extremely clear on the faces of the nobles sitting opposite to us that I watched using [Regal Archer’s Eyes]. But none of their eyes had as much emotion as I observed on Crown Prince Aeneas’s eyes. They shone with a dangerous glint as he looked towards his sister. + +The golden sword in the hands of the Princess lightly tapped the shoulders of Ryner, and he then lifted his hands up to accept the sword. Thus, a new Royal Guard had appeared. Cheers broke out as a veil covered the Princess once more, and a fervent expression appeared on the new Royal Guard as he rose. + +"Haha! Yet another pet in your collection little sister. I can’t wait to see how you make use of all of them." + +The Crown Prince made these his last words as his figure disappeared and reappeared atop his Gryphon, his EPIC ranked guard following right after. Throughout the entire exchange and the few hours that passed during this guard selection, not even once had any words come out of Princess Adelaide’s mouth. + +She looked to the retreating figure in the sky as I felt heavy emotions of rage almost spill out of her veiled figure. + +With the finishing of the event, we didn’t stay with the celebrating mercenaries and nobles, the princess making her way to the carriage that was surrounded by many Royal Guards as we made our way to another location + +I heard the familiar voice of the princess ring in my ears as I followed the procession in the skies. + +"We’ll visit the castle where I can show you around for a bit." + +Her voice was much colder than the one I had been hearing all this time. I placed the Crown Prince high on my caution list after this as we moved to the center of Snowy Peak, where a luxurious castle manor laid itself out. + +Past the wide gates of the castle was a small garden of flowers and a water fountain in the center. It was a peacefully colorful sight as chirps of birds could be heard as they flew about. + +The carriage stopped in front of the manor entrance as the princess stepped out. The Royal Guards spread out to the surroundings as they took their positions around the manor, with one guard walking and talking closely with the newly initiated Captain Ryner that was looking enviously at the two guards that had access to enter the manor as their doors closed. + +With the covert rank S item and many hiding skills I had, I passed through the doors the same as the princess without any issues. The view inside the castle was even grander, with an enormous chandelier hanging in the ceiling as two sets of stairs sn.a.k.e.d to the second floor. + +The two guards that entered stayed at the bottom of each staircase as the princess made her way up, passing through a door that led to a large hallway. The door closed with a thud and Night revealed herself standing near the princess, with me deactivating some of the hiding skills and the veiled suit I had on + +With a nod from the princess, Night moved forward and left the two of us walking across the hall. + +"I know it may not seem like it, but my skill has confirmed it multiple times. My biggest enemy is my own older brother." + +I thought of the EPIC ranked guard that was with him as I listened to this and asked + +"I saw the powerful guard that stood at the entrance of Snowy Peak, is the guard he came with the one protecting Summit Peak?" + +"Sadly no, and this is a point where I fell behind. There is an EPIC ranked guard protecting each of the four peaks. The guard he was bringing around was an adventure he found himself some time ago. His power continued to exceed mine after the addition of this one person" + +We walked through the halls of the manor as the princess told me more information about the four peaks of the Frozen Kingdom and the surrounding lands, not questioning for a second why I seemed to ask so many questions. I wanted to put my plans into place as I waited for my skills to continue rising in proficiency, as well as quickly rise the proficiency of my offensive rank S skills by delving into dungeons where secrecy would not be an issue + +"I want to go visit some of the dungeons in the surrounding areas to raise my strength a bit more after seeing the people you’re up against." + +The princess turned to me with that same beautiful frozen face as I said this, and a barely visible smile appeared as she said. + +"Dungeons are a great way to go, and with how confident I am in my unique skill, I’m sure you aren’t showing us your full power now. How about this, it’s stifling to stay cooped up in this peak all this time, and I can’t even recall the last time I went out of the kingdom. I don’t know which part of the continent you hail from, but let me show you around the surrounding lands as you become more familiar with the dungeons and the people around here. With your strength, we shouldn’t have anything to worry about." + +The girl continued to place complete confidence in her skill that apparently told her nothing would go wrong with me around. I thought about the idea and went along with it, thinking it would be nice to learn more about this world while getting to know the person who wanted my corporation so much + +My ’passive’ skills continued to acc.u.mulate proficiency even now, so passing the time with a gorgeous lady while getting stronger by combining skills as the requirements were met was also not bad. I would also get the chance to enter the dungeons where I can spam the offensive rank S skills multiple times to raise their proficiency too, and for this I would go into the dungeon alone. + +"Give me a few hours to send out some messages and put a few things together. We can leave early tomorrow morning while I gather the intelligence on the traits of surrounding dungeons you can go to." + +I nodded as the princess continued to show me around her castle manor. She seemed to gradually be getting back that cheerful voice that still didn’t match her face that didn’t show much emotion the more she talked as the memory of the older brother from today faded. + +The rest of the day was spent walking around the manor and being introduced to where I’d be staying. She didn’t lie with her words from before, she really did show me a grand room right next to an even larger one where she’d be staying, where Night seemed to have prepared everything after she separated from us earlier. + +The first ever S+ ranked skill also showed itself at this time with the addition of [Saint’s Phantom] and [All Element Resistance] that reached the requirements. The new rank S+ skill was [Saint’s Return- A long forgotten saint’s shadow stands behind you and your allies, constantly healing and providing heavy resistance against your enemies]. The appearence of the first ever S+ skill made me feel a great achievement, while also reminding me of my rate of progress. + +The scary rate of progress confirmed that I would definitely be able to combine an EPIC ranked skill some time soon. It was a much safer and possibly faster way to strengthen myself, making me think [Skill Combination] was just an extremely killer addition to my nearly endless mana that continued to make my speed even faster as time passed. The day ended like this, it was one of those peaceful days I hadn’t had in a while as I enjoyed the company of new people and became stronger through combining skills. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-87.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-87.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d14421f --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-87.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 86 - Dungeon diving in another world II" +slug: "ch-87" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 87 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1393 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +The next morning, I found myself in a wide carriage that had the most comfortable seats that the cars in my world could not even compare. The princess was sitting opposite me in her veil as she looked out to the procession outside of the carriage. + +The carriage had a see through function where the people inside could see the outside as it was a clear window, but those outside only saw the luxuriously made materials of the ride that was now attached to a magnificent horse. We were just a few steps away from the bottom of the bridge leading to the Snowy Peak as the carriage we were in was followed by many others like it, heading towards the large fortress wall in the distance + +The Princess seemed to have planned for many things as I could see various merchants and mercenaries coming along with us, as well as the Royal Guards that were valiantly defending from threats atop their horses. I could see the figure of Ryner that made me chuckle, as he seemed to have transformed into the most perfect Princess Knight that continued to gaze at the carriage we were in frequently. + +"There are a few counties and dukedoms in our surroundings that face harsher winters with less food, but each of them have their own specialties that we can trade with. I can already see that you plan to go delve into the dungeons alone, so I’ll be keeping myself busy while you do that." + +I felt like I could see a smile behind that veil as the princess spoke without worry, the barriers surrounding this carriage making it so that no sounds came out. She wore a thick white dress with glistening fur on her shoulders, clothing that was commonly seen on the people in this kingdom that always lived in cold winters. I liked how the girl quickly caught on as we began the journey outside the Frozen Kingdom. + +The procession of carriages quickly made their way out of the large gates as they paved their way across snowy roads. I was comfortably sitting in the carriage with the Princess that continued to describe the things we were seeing even without me asking + +--- + +"What? My little sister is making a trading trip?" + +A surprising move had occured from the little rat that continued to evade my traps. Making a trip to surrounding counties at this time? Don’t you know that dangerous things can happen in the outside world where many bad people move around? + +A gleeful smile broke out of my face as I thought of this opportunity that would never have presented itself before. What had happened to cause you to do something this reckless huh? Did the number of pitiful rank S guards around you really make you think you were fully protected? + +Lets see what is giving you this newfound courage to prance around without worry! + +--- + +The first place the procession of carriages stopped at was a place called Valen County. It took a few hours to get to this place as I learned more about the surrounding places near the Frozen Kingdom + +Valen County was famous for its textiles and exquisite clothing, so the merchants in this procession would start doing business here first. The county had a few dungeons in its surroundings, with the highest one being the rank A dungeon, [Floating Pentagons]. + +The Princess was planning to provide assistance and talk with the leader of this county as she tried to expand her influence. I would dive into this brand new dungeon for the first time and see just how different they were compared to the ones I have been used to. + +Before I left the carriage, Princess Adelaide handed me a small twinkling piece of metal. + +"This works as a way to communicate if something ever pops up. If it blinks orange, then something serious that could endanger us might be occurring. If it glows red...well hopefully it never comes to red." + +I accepted the piece of metal and told her not to worry too much, I would only spend a few hours in the dungeon. I could most likely clear it in under 20 minutes if it was anywhere near the dungeons I have been used to, but the goal was to enter this secret area where I would be alone to spam and raise my offensive rank S skills, so spending a few hours would be required + +I let the princess leave the carriage first and activated my many hiding skills and added mana to activate the rank S veiled suit before stepping out myself. She was received by a plump man who began talking to her fervently while I went toward the dungeon she mentioned. + +The monolith of this dungeon was much bigger than the rank A ones I knew. There were dark doorways instead of squares to place your hands on, and I walked into one of these dark doorwars, entering the first dungeon in this world. + +[Floating Pentagons] was just as its name suggested. I was transported into a wide pentagon that was floating in the skies with complete darkness all around me. The only other points of light were four other pentagons similar to this one floating not too far away. + +Monsters began materializing on all the four pentagons but the one I was on, where four humanoid rhinos came to life and went towards the center of the pentagon that held a runic circle. + +The moment they stepped on this runic circle, they disappeared from their pentagon and all four monsters appeared in the middle of the pentagon I was in. I smiled at this new environment as I began by summoning my Virulent Abomination and started casting multiple offensive rank S skills + +Thunder and molten flames roiled about, as well as flaming spears and blasts of cold that froze everything. The goal was to nonsensically spam every single skill continuously for the time to come until they reached 100 proficiency. + +I made sure to keep the bodies of monsters that continued to materialize from the four other pentagons and were transferred to the one I was standing in so that I could raise up and use [Profane Eruption] too. + +From the first four humanoid rhinos, there came 8 more in a few minutes, then 16 more after that, and then 32. They kept on doubling as time passed, until 64 monsters kept on appearing every 10 minutes. If your hunting party couldn’t handle the old ones fast enough, you would soon be overwhelmed and find yourself dead. + +I cleared them way before the new ones even came and continued to spam my skills as I watched the proficiency numbers rise in real time. [Profane Eruption] was truly deadly, as the bodies of dead monsters exploded in a shower of poisonous gore that blasted anything near, creating even more corpses. I made sure to target the skill to activate on a single corpse each time and not explode all the corpses at once so that I could activate it multiple times. + +I had completely gone into an insane mode of constant spamming that I lost track of time, completely not realizing when a huge 10 meter tall colorful humanoid Rhino that was most likely the BOSS become blasted as soon as it appeared by the surrounding skills + +A large green crystal rose in the floating pentagon I was in while I felt a flow of information enter my brain. This was...the random skill adventures received after clearing a dungeon for the first time in this world? + +The information entered my mind and instructed me on how to manipulate essence into an applicable form to cast the skill [Cook- As long as it is activated, any dish you make will turn out delectable]. I felt a ringing as this new skill appeared on my attribute panel as a rank A skill, but it was such a different skill from what I was usually used to that I laughed. But the purpose of me entering this dungeon wasn’t for the clear skill I would receive for the first clear. Although the skill did seem interesting, and I would try it when the chance came. For now, I would spend the next few hours in this dungeon raising proficiencies and combining skills. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-88.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-88.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..63d859d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-88.md @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 87 - Dungeon diving in another world III" +slug: "ch-88" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 88 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1446 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +As destructive skills continued to be cast all around me, new ones that met requirements were combined. + +The addition of [Spear of Destiny] and [Combusting Spears] gave the A+ ranked [Relegator’s Spear]. [Pain Resistance] and [Ultra Regeneration] produced the A+ ranked [Immutable Regeneration] that provided even faster regeneration while boosting my tolerance to pain. + +The new skill made me excited to try out. I also wanted to see just how great the healing effects of the S+ ranked [Saint’s Return] was when applied to summons like the Virulent Abomination that always continued to be injured. If the resistance buff and healing was high enough, the summon might even be able to withstand attacks of that EPIC ranked beast while dealing its poisonous damage before being completely destroyed. + +I watched as the numbers rose for many of the skills, as well as another two particular S rank offensive skills that were just a few digits away from being combined. Another skill that was rising slowly while active was [Summon Virulent Abomination], but I made sure to make full use of the deadly explosion that occurred when I casted it while it was already on the field to also raise the skill even faster with continuous casting. + +It seemed like it would be compatible with [Profane Eruption], so that was one thing I was also actively rising. A few hours passed like this, until I felt mentally drained from continuing to multitask and repeat this process so much. I looked around the messy floating pentagons as well the blank darkness below in this dungeon that would be terrifying for anyone who didn’t have the ability to fly. + +Hundreds of monsters had died, but not even their bodies remained with the constant use of [Profane Eruption]. I went out of the dungeon to find the procession of wagons fully ready to go, with Princess Adelaide being kept company by the same plump man that received her. + +I used [Silent Communication] to let her know I was done, and she said a few words to the plump Count who nodded with vigor, with her heading towards the carriage right after. + +While remaining fully hidden from prying eyes, I was back in the carriage with the princess that seemed to have become exhausted after moving around these past four hours. + +"You took your time, Sir Osmont. Are you sure you’re good to go to the next location right now?" + +From what she told me earlier, the next location would be the Shadow Dukedom with an S rank dungeon nearby. It would take a few hours to get there, so I told her we were good to start the journey now. + +It neared evening, and I was able to serenely relax in the comfortable carriage after spending the last few hours incessantly casting skills. As we left behind the Valen County, we were surrounded by a scene of white as snow fell down even harder along the unpaved road. + +The white horses that were a tad bigger than ones I was normally used to did not seem bothered by the cold even one bit as they pulled the wagons and carriages forward. The Royal Guards occasionally became statues of snow as they continued to surround our carriage, with a few more protecting the wagons in the back + +We hadn’t come across anything so far, but the Princess exercised great caution as usual. I was curious about her unique skill she mentioned before and asked her about it. + +"The Unique Skill I hold is a special skill that can be passed down to those of your blood. My mother used the skill to become a powerful woman that commanded a great number of forces. Half the reason that my father was so successful as a king was due to her. She passed the unique skill down to me before she passed away years ago." + +A semblance of sorrow could be felt from her voice when she mentioned this. It seemed the possibility of skills being passed down occured very rarely with strict conditions. She talked about the effects of the skill, and how she made many of her plans based on it. . I praised this girl’s ability to get where she was at now depending on this one skill. + +I also didn’t want to overinflate my ego, but it also allowed her to find someone like me. If her skill is to continue to be trusted, it means I will be making big moves in the future. To protect her from someone that was meant to become the next ruler of the Frozen Kingdom as well as the calamity of demons she continues to mention. + +If her skill gave her confidence in passing through these events by keeping me close, then...I smiled at the thought of the people I would be facing and the impact that would come from defeating them. I had to take things as they came though, and not play too much when I have yet to obtain an EPIC ranked skill. I found the pressure of the possibility of my death weighing heavily on my shoulders the moment I thought about its impacts. + +This was why I had searched for and learned so many defensive skills, as keeping my life was the first and foremost important goal. The many rank A defensive skills were rising very well, and I would most likely be able to make them A+ in another few days. + +The tone in the carriage was light as the Princess talked about the areas we were passing and the places surrounding the kingdom. The Valen County that we just passed was one of them, and we were heading towards the Shadow Dukedom right now. + +These places depended on the protection of the Kingdom’s forces, and there was much tension right now as the forces of demons neared the cold lands. People from Valen County and the Shadow Dukedom that were worried enough even made their way towards the Frozen Kingdom with all of their life savings to settle down there. + +"In this dukedom, they have a specialty of different types of food that are unique to their location. I think you’ll find it fun to spend the night there." + +The Princess seemed to have caught on to how much I enjoyed the food here, and made it so that we would spend the night enjoying the delicacies of this new location. We arrived half an hour later to the dukedom that was lined by huge walls. The procession of carriages and wagons were welcomed with enthusiasm as they saw the banner on the carriage we were in. + +I could already see a huge monolith rising up in the Dukedom with [Regal Archer’s Eyes], and it was more than twice as huge as the rank A dungeons I had normally seen. This was the rank S dungeon, [Waterworks] that I would dive into tomorrow. Both this one and the rank A [Floating Pentagons] had the same black color on their monoliths, not adopting any of the usual blue, orange, or red I’ve been used to + +It was a hectic night as the merchants and guards moved around to unload a few things, and the princess was led to a manor where she would spend the night. We came to an enclosed area in the Dukedom where a small castle stood. + +After the introductions with a valiant knight that had a red mohawk who was the Duke of this place, among the few words that the Princess let out, food was one of them. The Duke was surprised when he heard the request of the princess to provide her with even more different types of delicacies than the ones they had prepared, and he agreed nonetheless. + +He knew the Princess preferred to spend her time alone so he didn’t intrude too much, leaving after sucking up to her as much as he could. Guards were placed where they were needed as the doors to the small manor closed, and I finally lifted the effects of a few skills as well as the rank S veiled suit. + +"Please help yourself, I know you must be tired from delving into the dungeon and listening to me talk the entire day." + +The Princess said this as Night flashed by not too far away and took her position outside the door of the room we were in. I was courteous and allowed the Princess to sit down on the extravagant seats first before we enjoyed the delicacies of the Shadow Dukedom. It would be a nice ending to this eventful day as I waited to combine a large number of skills tomorrow. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-89.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-89.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2602560 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-89.md @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 88 - Schemes" +slug: "ch-89" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 89 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1278 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +My morning began with abrupt knocks waking me up from the comfortable bed I was in. I didn’t necessarily need sleep with my maxed rank S attributes and many skills that now became passive, but I always felt rejuvenated whenever I had a decent sleep. I groggily said come in while rising up from the bed where the silk sheets drifted down. + +The door opened to a blue haired girl who seemed to have a semblance of worry on her eyes. She came to a stop as she saw my n.a.k.e.d upper half on the bed and turned away as I became surprised at this type of reaction I never would have expected from someone like her. + +I equipped my body armor and asked, + +"What happened?" + +There shouldn’t have been anything that went wrong with just a few hours passing. I was even patiently waiting to combine more skills this morning before diving in the dungeon here. + +"Something that I didn’t completely expect has occurred." + +She turned back and spoke in a serious tone as she faced me once more. + +"Before we left, I made a few Shadow Guards stay behind to monitor the forces of the Crown Prince in the case of any suspicious movements. I thought there was a possibility he might try something fishy once news of me traveling to the surrounding counties and dukedoms reached him, but I never expected him to make such a bold move." + +I was up with full attention as she said this and I asked her, "What exactly did you find out?" + +"The Shadow Guards followed a collection of mercenaries working under the Crown Prince as they left the Kingdom. Only the two of them followed to see if this would lead to something while others remained in the kingdom to continue monitoring. The two Shadow Guards that followed those mercenaries closely found them heading in the same direction we are." + +This doesn’t seem too bad? I waited for her to continue as it seemed she liked holding the best things for last. + +"Among the mercenaries they observed was the figure of the woman that was with the Crown Prince a few days ago." + +Now, with these words I finally became serious. An EPIC ranked individual was involved? "What’s their plan here? Surely your own brother isn’t sending people to take your life." + +"Hah" A light laugh escaped from her lips for the first time since I met her, and she said, "It’s not my life that he wants. I’ve seen the way he’s looked at me my entire life while I grew up. He’s got a twisted mind, and I don’t know what plans he’s created from it." + +I thought about this possible new threat and my own level of power currently. Between beasts and humans, beasts of the same rank were always more powerful. Would this be applicable to the adventure that supposedly was heading towards us? + +I then looked through the many skills I had brought up recently, as well as the ones ready for combination after this past night, and a smile broke out in my face. + +"They won’t be making a move while we’re in this dukedom will they?" + +"No, they will most likely put up an ambush in the snowy roads with low visibility when we leave this place." + +The plan in my mind fully formed as this was confirmed. "Great. We’ll head out in a few days to clash with these people. For now, let’s continue to enjoy the time in this dukedom." + +A few days would be enough for me to get much stronger through combinations and loot. After all of this was completed, I even had a chance to gain another EPIC ranked skill from someone that wished me harm? Haha, I couldn’t wait! + +The calm returned on the face of the Princess as she saw my own face that had no worry, and nodded her affirmation. "You plan to head to the dungeon now?" + +"As soon as we grab some food, it’s going to be a grueling few days of grinding for me." + +"Grinding?" + +The term threw her off and I told her not to worry as we stepped out. The plan would be simple for the next few days. Constantly grind and combine skills while gaining new ones from this rank S dungeon, [Waterworks]. + +This would actually be the first S rank dungeon I dive in, as all the ones I came across previously had dungeon breaks right after. After grabbing some food, I covertly made my way over to the dark monolith. The hazy doorways were striking, the blackness inviting and drawing you in. Without wasting a minute, I entered my first rank S dungeon in this world. + +[Waterworks] was a particularly interesting dungeon, as the first floor I appeared in had a few patches of land, with water surrounding the floor for more than 2 times. My [Regal Archer’s Eyes] that could see triple the distance that [Eagle’s Eye] could observed many movements on the water below. + +ZOOM! + +Without a second passing, monsters flew out of the water with sparkling sharp teeth spread wide open to take a bite out of my figure standing on the small path of land. The beasts looked completely the same as sharks, just four meters large, but with the addition of wide wings on its sides. + +These were the famous monsters in this dungeon called [Winged Shark]. They could stay in the water as well as the air, and terrorized any adventures that were not prepared. + +I had the goal of focusing on raising my rank S offensive skills as well as the rank of my one and only summon currently, so I began with those skills. With the shining of the circular rune, the ugly Abomination came out with a loud scream as always. + +The [Winged Shark]s in the air found their small wings ripped apart as something much larger than them began to move. [Saint’s Return] was casted next as the figure of a golden saint with white hair appeared behind me. The hazy figure had a stern look on his face as white rays of light shot down towards me and the Virulent Abomination. + +The light brought about an invigorating feeling to my body as I felt energized and like nothing could possibly hurt me. The summon that had begun battling with the flying sharks found many parts of its body that were injured closing up quickly as it moved even faster. + +The next skills I began casting were [Volcanic Eruption] and [Rage of the Thunder Monarch], I was excited to cast these even more as they would be reaching 100 proficiency in an hour or so. + +The first floor of this dungeon was cleared like this. The sharks were very aggressive and always dashed out of the water to attack. Even if they didn’t though, the constant thunder that rained down in the water as well as the molten flames and gaseous heat made it easy to take all of them down. + +The moment any of them died, [Profane Eruption] came to play to cause even more mayhem. The [Waterworks] dungeon had 50 total floors, with the first 25 holding countless variations of [Winged Shark]s and the latter 25 holding the last boss room as well as another species of monsters. + +The fact that there were so many floors that provided a ton of monsters made the usage of [Profane Eruption] shoot through the roof and cause the proficiency to visibly rise over time. Hours passed by like this as I enjoyed the rising of numbers and combining of skills while terrorizing new species of monsters. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-9.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-9.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..263d71b --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-9.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 8 - Offense is the best defense?" +slug: "ch-9" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 9 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1730 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +In an unknown mansion somewhere in Outer Bank X... + +"Sir, we noticed an abnormality in one of the dungeons today." (Butler) + +"Oh? And what happened?" + +The butler observed the disinterested look on the man in front of him and continued. "The E rank dungeon, [Frozen Wasteland], has suddenly gone from a risky assessment of moderate to low" + +"Oh, so someone is doing my job for me while I’m busy with the C rank dungeon?" + +"Yes sir...but the problem is, this change occurred in the span of 2 hours" + +As soon as the butler finished these words, the eyes of the man he was talking to flashed. "Who was it? A team or a Ranker that just appeared?" + +"We don’t know Sir, we’re currently checking." Butler + +"Good, let me know as soon as you find out. Are the girls ready?" The man’s attention quickly moved to the floor above him where he could feel some movements. + +"Yes Sir" + +"All newly awakened?" + +"Yes Sir..." + +"Good, don’t bother me for the next hour." + +The butler in a clad black suit watched as the man climbed the stairs. His major worry right now was the fact that a dungeon had moved from a moderate risk level to low in a period of two hours. This required a dungeon to be cleared by a team of highly skilled hunters, or one very skilled Ranker, multiple times in those 2 hours + +There was currently only one hunter in Outer Bank X who would be able to bring a specialized team to clear a dungeon at such high speeds, and he was looking at him now heading to perform some...activities + +The butler bowed towards his benefactor and then turned around to find out just which new hunters had appeared in their city. + +--- + +I was back in the central Awakened Center of Outer Bank X, currently selling the items I didn’t need along with the [Core]s I didn’t absorb. Before coming down here I made sure to absorb the E rank cores until I hit 70 attribute points for [Vitality] and [Strength]. I slowly adapted to the newfound power my body felt as I moved around, exhilarated at my fast progress + +The remaining cores, items, and skill books were all sold and I soon had an extra $674,000 deposited in my account. This was something unbelievable unless you were a high ranking Hunter + +The receptionist handling my order was shocked as the number of things I was bringing in did not match the rank on my license in any way. I had the plan to be tested and increase my rank today anyways. A jump from F to D wouldn’t be too out of this world, right? + +This was something I was hesitating on as it had only been 2 days since I was registered as an F rank hunter. Heads will definitely be turned my way if I jump ranks this quickly. I still didn’t feel comfortable enough to parade myself as someone strong when my highest skills currently were rank D and I was just about get a rank C skill. Increasing my rank can wait for now, there’s no rush + +I was heading towards the [Skill Book] Shop to buy a skill I had already seen yesterday, but I couldn’t buy. Rank C skill, [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection: Arcane energies protect the caster from all harm, but at a great cost] + +There were very few rank C skills for sale, as the highest C rank dungeon was regularly being cleared by the only B rank hunter in Outer Bank X with his own team. Over the last few months, many of the C rank skills came from them + +[Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] provided absolute defense to any attacks of the same rank thrown your way along with a high defense against skills of a higher rank, did not have any movement effect like [Safeguard], but required a large amount of energy to be kept active + +My heart was about to leap out of my chest as I bought this killer skill. I’ve heard the proverb that offense is the best defense, but right now looking at this skill, defense was definitely the best defense. There were other spectacular C rank offensive skills on display that I wanted to buy, but they would have to wait after I dive into dungeons a few more times and raise my funds once more + +The offensive skills would definitely decimate everything on sight if I were to spam them, but they won’t guarantee my life. So defense first, offense later. + +On Top of the defensive rank C skill, I also bought rank D [Danger Sense], which quite literally let you sense anything that might take your life a few seconds before it happened. It was an invaluable skill that also had high energy usage to be kept active all the time. + +[Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] cost me $550,000, with [Danger Sense] taking away another $100 k. I gave a look at the rank C offensive skills that I couldn’t yet buy and left the Awakened Center to head towards my apartment this time. I was planning on spending the night there and grab my laptop along with other essentials + +After giving directions to the driver, I relaxed in the back of the car and learned [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] and [Danger Sense]. I immediately activated [Danger Sense], but nothing felt any different. I’m assuming I would feel something if my life was ever in danger + +We arrived at the dilapidated apartment complex in half an hour. I gave the place a glance before heading towards the room I’ve been living in for the past months + +Opening the door, I was shocked to find out there was someone in my apartment. The moment that person turned, A loud ringing sound went off in my head. This...was dangerous + +The man was decked in clothes that let off a blue light, which means they were all [Item]s. He spoke as soon as his eyes landed on my face + +"Noah Osmont. Parents deceased, living alone, has been a registered hunter for about 2 days" The man was flipping through some papers while speaking. I had recognized his face, he was a celebrity in Outer Bank X + +My face quickly became stern and I activated [Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection] + +He looked up and gave a surprised look before continuing. "Dungeon diving history includes [Ape’s Paradise] and [Frozen Wasteland]. Has been observed to enter both dungeons alone and clear them with some of the fastest clear speeds. Now, why would a man like you be hiding your power?" He wrapped up the papers and gave me a piercing look + +My entire body felt like it was on pins and needles. I took a quick breath and calmed myself down while remembering I had a C rank defensive skill activated right now and said. "I didn’t want any trouble the first few days after awakening." + +"Trouble huh? Well, it always manages to find us" He stared around my apartment before continuing. "I won’t be here long, I’m a very busy man. I came to offer an olive branch" + +He walked around my apartment and continued talking in that arrogant tone "The highest dungeon in this beautiful city of ours requires me and a team of others to regularly clear so that a dungeon break does not occur. Looking at your past 2 days history, and the fact that you can comfortably keep that defensive skill active after all this time...means your power should be upper-Rank C, even possibly nearing B" + +He gave a smile as he said that last part. This man was the top ranker in Outer Bank X. B rank hunter, Cohen Anderson. + +"We need more talents like you to keep the safety of this city and its...citizens. We have casualties every now and then and are in need of another powerful hunter in the team. The next dungeon dive is 3 days from now. We gather at [Solael’s Castle] at 10 am, be sure not to miss it." + +He finished the last few words, looked around some more, and walked out the door without giving me another look. + +I felt anger quickly boiling up inside me before I squashed it down. How the hell did they find me so fast?! + +I closed the door of the apartment and went towards a chair with a horrible expression on my face. Cohen Anderson. The most powerful hunter in this city, and the one at the forefront of the defense against the C rank dungeon, [Solael’s Castle] + +The dungeon monolith always showed a deep orange hue, showing that it could shine red at any moment and cause a dungeon break. Cohen forms a party to clear this dungeon twice a week. The hunters that form this party always change though, as there are casualties in almost every dive + +That was how hard a C rank dungeon was. Even with a B rank hunter leading the team, there were still casualties. This information was commonplace in the local hunter platforms. New hunters were regularly recruited to help in the defense of the city, but there would be a Memoriam at least once a week for a fallen Rank C hunter on the team + +I wanted to increase my strength slowly before doing what I can to help without the risk of death, but I guess that’s out of the window. + +My anger was kept in check as I recalled his tone that felt more like a command. Arrogance, that was all that I felt from him. + +Sigh. This was what power could do to you. Cohen was widely known to be arrogant, but he was the strongest hunter in the city and could be relied on to prevent a dungeon break from [Solael’s Castle] + +It looks like I will be visiting a C rank dungeon faster than I thought, but there was one thing he was wrong about. My power was definitely not upper-rank C or nearing B. As soon as I learned the appropriate skill book, with my endless casts nothing will stand in my way. A ferocious expression rose in my face as old plans were thrown out and new ones formed. + +[Noah][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 70] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 70] + +[Skill(s): (F-Fireball-96)(F-Heal-10)(E-Arctic Armor- 79)(D-Flames of Torment-31)(D-Safeguard-8)(D-Danger Sense-5)(C-Arcanist’s Sphere of Protection-2)] + +[Equipment: (E-Swift Boots)] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-90.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-90.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ae0fe7 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-90.md @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 89 - Fast paced power ups" +slug: "ch-90" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 90 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1547 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Halfway through the 10th floor of [Waterworks], [Volcanic Eruption] and [Rage of the Thunder Monarch] finally hit 100, and I was able to put the two skills in the [Skill Combination] tab that shone blue. + +The product of these two was the rank S+ skill, [Devastation- The sky cracks as destructive lightning and flames from the depths of an unknown dimension search for your enemies.] + +The first trial of this skill was particularly eye opening. The moment it was casted, it seemed like the sky was unzipped as roiling thick ropes of purple lightning and red flames spread out to every single [Winged Shark] in the air, as well as the ones hidden below in the water. + +The destructive combination of lightning and heavy flames seemed as if they had their own consciousness as they searched for and blasted apart any beast they pierced into. 10 seconds, that was how long the skill lasted, but also the amount of time that cleared out the entirety of [Winged Shark]s in our surroundings, leaving the Virulent Summon standing blankly in the air looking for more enemies. + +The advent of [Devastation] made my attacks overcome the efficiency of the fast moving summon for the first time since it appeared, increasing the rate we progressed through the dungeon. + +On the 25th floor, the rank A skills that had been active all this time finally reached the requirements and were combined. + +[Steeled Muscles] and [Hardened Bones] went together to provide [Man of Steel]. [Wind Armor] and [Frigid Armament] produced the colorful [Dual Element Armor]. [Metal Scales] and [Yeti’s Fur] produced [Beastial Hide]. [Tanzanite Skin] and [Earth Armor] went ahead to produce [Protection of the Earth]. + +This gave me four new rank A+ defensive skills that had their power nearing rank S, giving me even more confidence of having a sturdy enough defense to withstand attacks of someone of the EPIC rank. I would still continue to over prepare though, as nothing wrong would come out from that. + +After passing through the 25th floor, we came across another type of monster in this dungeon. This time they were the terrifying combination of a humanoid fish, the famous [Siren]s. They had n.a.k.e.d upper bodies where voluptuous masses of flesh were flinging around as their lower bodies were made of hard green scales. + +They had powerful attacks shooting out from their mouths as deadly soundwaves and poison continued to flyout as they moved across the water. Well, they still didn’t stand a chance against the Virulent Abomination that ripped them apart without reservation, as well as [Devastation] that searched out for them even when they dived underwater. + +[Profane Eruption] caused them even more problems as the bodies of their friends exploded and left poisonous zones in the water that spread out. As they could not fly into their skies, they became even more pitiful than the [Winged Shark]s from earlier floors. + +I continued to bulldoze through the dungeon in this manner, a multiple array of skills continuing to be casted as their proficiencies rose. [Summon Virulent Abomination] had already reached 100 as my fingers itched to combine it with the poisonous and powerful [Profane Eruption] the moment more bodies of dead monsters continued to appear. + +I had already profaned more than a few thousand bodies just in this dungeon alone as more than 2 hours had passed while I went down [Waterworks]. The dungeons floors were extremely vast and wide, providing a vast array of monsters that made me very happy. + +With a few thousand more bodies to explode until I reached floor 50, I might be able to carry out the combination of the two skills in this dungeon run. + +Another two hours passed as I took out the screaming [Siren]s, and I found myself on the 50th floor where the BOSS resided. The floor was a wide expanse of water, without even a patch of land to stand on now. Adventures usually came into this dungeon equipped with information and items that either allowed them to breathe underwater or walk on it, being fully prepared for many different situations before they came in. + +I went about it a whole different way by remaining in the air with the [Flight] skill that continued to show extreme usefulness even now. I watched in the air as the ugliest beast I had seen in a while showed itself. + +I thought my abomination was ugly to look at, but the monstrosity rising up was something else. The BOSS of this rank S dungeon that was called [Fish Monstrosity] made its appearance. It was as its name suggested, a monstrosity made up from multiple fish that seemed to still be alive and screaming as wails came out of various parts of its body. + +It’s face was contorted in anger as it howled towards me, multiple water spears forming and making their way over. This beast was one that many adventures had trouble with when looking at its hard defenses and powerful water element abilities. The maxed abomination that was at the height of its power swooped down to smash into the monstrosity as their deadly battle began. + +I let the water spears hone in on my position and strike my body, seeing just how effective the attacks of a peak rank S beast that needed multiple rank S adventures to take it down would stand against my many defensive skills as well as [Saint’s Return] that continued to heal me and provide me resistance boosts consistently. + +The water spears seemed to have struck into a muddy wall as they didn’t even get near enough to dent my armor, the many defensive skills that were either layered on top of my skin or in the form of colorful barriers stopping them right in their tracks, where they then dissolved into nothingness. + +I nodded in satisfaction while watching this, realizing that even if an EPIC rank were to land their attacks on me, they would at most injure me. But, let’s continue acc.u.mulating more defenses! + +I eagerly looked to the battle between the two ugly beasts as the Virulent Abomination seemed to have the upper hand with the constant healing and buffs from [Saint’s Return]. Every single injury it suffered closed in but an instant as the [Fish Monstrosity] continued to be injured with the noxious blasts it was releasing as well as its sharp claws. + +I finished the battle as I casted [Devastation] and watched the roiling thunder and flames rush out from the rift in the sky and pierce the body of the beast. Painful screams rung out as the beast withstood extreme heat and lightning, watching its body slowly become burned and destroyed. + +When the 10 seconds passed, only a mess of flesh was left behind as the monstrosity screamed pitifully. The summon ended the fight by digging into its body and releasing multiple noxious blasts from within + +A similar scene to when I cleared the [Floating Pentagons] for the first time occurred, where a flow of information in the form a skill was placed in my mind, it was quickly absorbed and transformed into a skill that appeared on my panel. + +This time it was a rank S skill called [Budding Farmer- You can become the best farmer in your region. In exchange for a large amount of mana, the skill allows you to change the essence in a surrounding field to promote the extreme growth of all plants.] + +...All the skills that I was receiving by clearing a dungeon for the first time in this world were non combat skills that seemed to have their own special uses. I wasn’t complaining as they seemed to be very interesting skills, so I would give the first one I received, [Cook], and this one a try soon. + +From the knowledge I collected so far, the perk of gaining a skill when clearing a dungeon for the first time in this world was completely random. It was a completely different system from the dungeons that the demons used to descend to my world. I would see what type of skills I would continue receiving when I clear more dungeons of this world in the future. + +I went near the beast to get its loot similar to how I had been doing these past 49 floors as I collected more cores and a skill book into my [Storage Pouch]. I then rose higher and casted [Profane Eruption], watching the large body of the beast cause a heavy explosion and give the last point from 99 to 100 for the skill. + +I excitedly looked at the two skills that were ready for combination as the summon was canceled and I placed [Summon Virulent Abomination] and [Profane Eruption] into the [Skill Combination] tab + +The tab shone in a blue light as the process took even longer than when I combined the skills to receive [Saint’s Return]. It finished in a few seconds, and the new rank S+ skill produced from this deadly combination was [Summon Plague Bearer- An abomination of extreme evil that causes deadly plagues wherever it goes. The skills Poisonous Breath and Defiler are among its tools.] + +My eyes shone with this combination as I itched to restart this dungeon and see just how deadly the summon had become. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-91.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-91.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e7ee44d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-91.md @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 90 - A Journal Entry" +slug: "ch-91" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 91 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1307 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Hello. + +This will be Night’s #786 entry. A perplexing event has occurred recently that deserves to be recorded. + +My gracious Lady gave me a command that allowed her to connect to a man we just recently observed. It was a peculiar man based on the details we collected. He seemed to have popped out from nowhere and landed in our kingdom, showing an average level of power, and yet catching the eye of the Princess. + +We were still matching his characteristics with those of beings across the continent. As for why he caught the eyes of the Princess, I have yet to find out. + +It is the continued behavior of the Princess towards this man that continued to make me observe them even more though. Not to even mention how close she seems to be getting to him and allowing him to be that frank with her, lets just take a look at the past few days we spent in the Shadow Dukedom. + +After another one of my sisters informed her of another plot hatched by the Royal Wanker, the first thing she did was head to inform that man. She didn’t discuss with us or with the Royal Guards on our plan of action. + +The plot currently afoot could be potentially dangerous for all of us, so I expected the Princess to come up with one of her grand plans that would allow us to outwit the enemies and arrive back to our castle unharmed. But no such thing occurred. She simply went to discuss it with that man and came out, informing us to continue monitoring from a distance and to be sure that they do not catch on, that we will continue to spend our time in this place for a few days. + +This wholly surprised me and made me question the power of that man that made the Princess disregard the power of an EPIC ranked individual. It also made me somewhat down. Did the Lady not need us anymore? + +The morning after we found out about the news of the impending attack that was waiting for us as soon as we left this Dukedom, the man disappeared from my detection and didn’t appear until the end of the day. I was happy to be back to spending time alone with the Lady as she went about her work here, but was also curious about this man who could escape the perception of someone like me that was trained in this art. + +When he reappeared in the evening, he seemed to be in a good mood, and even went as far as to ask the Princess to bring him some ingredients for food he wanted to cook. This was something I never expected, but I acted as instructed and brought in a variety of raw meats and vegetables to work with. + +He began cooking while seeming like a complete beginner, but the results were something completely unexpected. There was an appetizing smell in the air stemming from the food he made that I’ve never come across before. I couldn’t help but overstep my boundaries when I saw the Lady enjoy the delicacies, and shamefully accepted the offered food. + +The conclusion? Maybe this man wasn’t too bad after all. + +A significant amount of time was still spent with the Lady and the Sir talking. I never knew what the two of them spent so much time discussing, as the Lady had already asked me not to snoop in when she was alone with him. + +I still had many questions, but I knew the princess was careful in who she confided in, so I will wait until she can come to me again. On our second and third day in the Shadow Dukedom, the same pattern continued to repeat where he disappeared and reappeared, each time he came back seeming much more calm and confident. + +I wasn’t dumb, and inferred a posible activity that this man was doing everyday was most likely going down the famous [Waterworks] dungeon by himself. I was shocked when I came to this conclusion, as the only people powerful enough to delve into S ranked dungeons alone were either powerful Heroes with Unique Skills or powerful adventures of the next rank + +But maybe this would explain some of the many mysteries surrounding him, as well as the unexplainable savory food he has routinely been making. It was now the evening of the third day, and I can already smell that same aroma from before. I’ll see if I can continue to overstep my boundaries and receive some more of those delicacies. + +Until then. + +--- + +A few days had passed while I continued to dive into my now favorite dungeon, [Waterworks]. The abundant amount of monsters and many floors allowed me to go all out testing the new skills that were already rising nicely. Both the newly combined rank S+ skills had reached the 30s in proficiency, and were taking their time even after I constantly spammed them these past 3 days. + +Maybe getting an EPIC ranked skill in a few days was too far fetched, and I might need another week or two as higher ranked skills took their time to rise. The one thing that I found to be helpful to my psyche after the constant grind of skills and killing monsters for so many hours was the new hobby I found myself doing. + +I count it as a blessing that I began doing this, as I felt like the only words passing through my mind was just this skill or that skill and which ones were next to combine. This new hobby was me using the skill [Cook] to put a few things together. I wasn’t doing anything special, only using my barely passable cooking that I had to learn when I was on my own. Yet the results were exceptional. Well, it was basically the skill doing what it described. + +I could confidently say that the things I made while [Cook] was active was one of the best foods I had ever eaten. It beat the food I had when I first arrived in this world by a mile. This made me curious to try out the [Budding Farmer] skill too, as it probably holds even greater surprises. + +Aside from finding myself respite from the monotonous grinding so that I don’t go crazy, I made new additions with [Skill Combination] and received another 6 rank S skills as well as 3 items after continuously clearing the [Waterworks] dungeon. + +The new rank S skills were [Flash- High speed movement that allows you body to automatically evade enemy attacks], [Phoenix Arrow- Your bow momentarily releases inflamed arrows that carry the aura of a phoenix], [Enfeeble- A terrible curse strikes your enemy, reducing their speed, damage, defense, and resistance], [Aura of Belligerence- An aura of war surrounds you and your allies. +200% damage], [Shield Slam- Your shield comes to life, targeting any enemies around you in a flurry of attacks], [Obfuscation- Your presence continues to thin out until the best detection skills cannot observe you] + +It was a great addition of powerful skills, where even ones that I doubted I would use like [Shield Slam] and [Phoenix Arrow], I still learnt them anyways. + +The newly obtained rank S items were [Viridian Boots], [Legion Armor], and [Dulled Trident]. Besides the trident, I could wear everything else. The new [Legion Armor] went on top of the rank S Veiled Suit with no issues, and the [Viridian Boots] vastly increased my speed. All of these new additions and skills made me confident to stand against the power of an EPIC ranked skill without my life being snuffed in the next second. I would give myself another day before going out to clash with the mercenaries still waiting in ambush outside the snowy roads. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-92.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-92.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1fd485d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-92.md @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 91 - EPIC I" +slug: "ch-92" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 92 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1407 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +It was now the morning of the fourth day in the Shadow Dukedom. Even with most of my time cooped up in the [Waterworks] dungeon, I was still able to spend some time watching the mundane and sometimes extraordinary lives of the people living here. + +They weren’t too different from the masses that I was used to in the Frozen Kingdom, only looking slightly more impoverished as they had access to less food. + +I was standing next to a frozen field in one of the designated plots of land that were usually heavily protected. They treated the source of their food with this much importance. + +Princess Adelaide had mentioned that the vegetables growing in these fields were called [White Radishes]. They were a strong plant that grew in the extremely cold conditions very well. But the soil of this Dukedom and a few others around the Frozen Kingdom had been seeing reduced crop yield on lands that were normally fertile. + +I wanted to test the usefulness of [Budding Farmer] after the surprise that [Cook] brought me, so I would try the skill before I head out to clash with the strong attackers waiting for us. + +A lone Princess was standing far behind me in another light blue dress, the cold winds not bothering her one bit. I could also feel the presence of Night that I had recently felt like she was watching me just a tad bit too much. + +I raised my hand towards the small field that had a few hundred [White Radishes] growing and casted [Budding Farmer]. Rough winds roiled about as the essence around the field condensed and visibly changed to a tinge of green that landed on the field. + +The green color shone for just a few seconds as changes on the plants began occurring. The somewhat dried [White Radishes] had their white leaves begin to extend and grow, with them sprouting from the ground so quickly that half of the body of the radishes could now be seen bunched together fighting for space. + +In the next minute, the field I casted the skill on had undergone a complete change, becoming vastly different from the surrounding fields. Sparkling and robust [White Radishes] now valiantly stood in the fields. + +The Princess that couldn’t contain her shocked expression even with her cold face went forward to pick one up as she continued to be surprised. It turns out the new vegetable that rapidly grew under the effect of [Budding Farmer] was twice as large as normal ones. Gears were turning in the mind of the Princess as she began walking back and forth rapidly. + +This skill, just like the previous [Cook], had shown extravagant effects. Especially the amazing economic use that [Budding Farmer] had. The Princess had already started to look at me with her shining dark eyes as she realised the possible impact of something like this in these frozen lands. + +I casted the skill on a few more fields before leaving, with the Princess letting me know she would come up with an excuse of being blessed with a unique skill that raised the land’s fertility and increased the growth rate of produce. She would use this opportunity to expand her influence even further in this Dukedom. + +This aligned with my current thoughts of remaining in the shadows while moving around, and the fact that whatever influence the Princess continued to amass in the future would also become mine. I confirmed this as I continued to spend my time with her, affirming her claims of her providing me with whatever I wanted. The time for me to take what I really wanted would come soon enough. + +With the testing of the non standard skills I received from the first clears of this world’s dungeon done, I moved on to the next phase that I was excited about. A collection of mercenaries with an EPIC ranked powerhouse in their midst had been patiently waiting for us in snowy lands. I didn’t want them to wait much longer as the last combination of skills met the standards I set for myself before. + +These past 4 days, after the constant activation of the skills, I was able to combine the rank A+ defensive skills of [Man of Steel] and [Protection of the Earth] to bring out the S ranked [Rune of Defense- An archaic rune spreads throughout your body. +200% Defense]. [Dual Element Armor] and [Beastial Hide] produced [Dragon Scales- Your body is surrounded by defenses that are meant for the highest beings]. + +In addition to the defensive skills, the covert rank A skills were also able to become A+, with [Obscure] and [Shadow Escape] becoming [Abstruse Cover]. [Illusory] and [Chameleon’s Skin] came together to produce [Barrier of Illusion]. + +With the increased confidence of these new skills, I would move out today to see the power of someone of the next level once again. The previous time I was matched against two beings of a higher level, with me becoming gravely injured where even a limb was lost. I was going to be careful enough that even with confidence in the many skills I had active, such a scene would not make its appearance again. + +The information we continued to receive from the Shadow Guards keeping track of the mercenaries set to ambush us was that they were camped near the only pathway leading out of the Shadow Dukedom. They wanted to corner the caravan the Princess was leading on the only path that could be taken. + +This also meant that I knew where they were, and they had no idea I would be coming. A smile crept on to my lips as I observed the procession of carriages and wagons ready to move out of the dukedom. I would be making the move first, and meeting the attackers before this procession even reached that position. + +The Princess was staring in the air with an expectant expression on her frozen face as she waited for me to return. I flew out of the dukedom with vigor, looking forward to the clash that would undoubtedly provide me with an amazing skill of the next rank. + +--- + +In a cold and blistering environment with heavy snow falling, a group of people were angrily fanning the flames in a small makeshift hideout they created. Their bodies were extremely powerful, with most of them at rank S and one even being EPIC ranked. But after constantly facing the cold these past few days with their targets not appearing, their defenses continued to wane. + +A group was cl.u.s.tered together as they talked in hushed tones while looking towards a figure that stood in the stormy cold outside with heavy armor plastered over her body. The cold didn’t seem to bother her in the least as her body emanated a level of power that kept the ice elements at bay + +"Hey, do you think we can at least tear the veil off after we capture her?" + +"Hah, only if you wanna spend the rest of life being tortured. Keep to the assignment details, our task is to handle the guards and destroy the wagons. We leave the main target to the Commander." + +"Aaah, I know I know. It’s just hard not to think about it after you’ve seen her face once you know?" + +"Tsk, focus on the mission. Visit a brothel after this if you need to, but don’t let your stupidity cause your death. We act as soon as we see that woman’s caravan." + +Flames crackled as the snow fell. Not too far from this group, a flying figure was meeting with someone that was keeping watch of these rowdy mercenaries without their knowledge. The figure’s eyes honed in at the location of the collection of mercenaries, his presence so thin that even the falling snow passed through him. + +A hunter had found its prey. + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 370] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 380] + +[Skill(s): [F][E][D][C][B][A: Flight-100, Guardian’s Light-100, Instant Transfer-100, Infernal Purge-100, Arc Lightning-100, Area Expansion-22, Pain Resistance-100, Recorder-100, Language Comprehension-100,Healing Light-100, Lion’s Roar-23,Water Barrier-100, Pierce-100, Executor’s Speed-100, Sense Heat Source-100, Silent Communication-55, Regal Archer’s Eyes-66, Cook-33] + +[A+: Arctic Zone-100, Relegator’s Spear-23, Immutable Regeneration-100, Abstruse Cover-2, Barrier of Illusion-2] + +[S: Protection of the Wounded-100, Flash-11, Aura of Belligerence-23, Enfeeble-11, Phoenix Arrow-1, Shield Slam-1, Obfuscation-33, Rune of Defense-2, Dragon Scales-2, Budding Farmer-8] + +[S+: Saint’s Return-41, Devastation-45, Plague Bearer-39] + +[Equipment: (3x B-Ring of Storage)(A-Ring of Storage)(S-Storage Pouch)(S-Veiled Suit)(S-Legion Armor)(S-Viridian Boots)] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-93.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-93.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52092b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-93.md @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 92 - EPIC II" +slug: "ch-93" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 93 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1338 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I enjoyed the winter storm that further obscured the view as my figure silently stood in the air. I looked down towards an individual who was blatantly releasing their dangerous aura without care. A few tents were cl.u.s.tered under the shade of trees, with this figure standing alone outside and staring blankly towards the path leading to the Shadow Dukedom. + +I focused as I prepared to move against this power of the next rank. I put everything aside as I looked to these people I would be embroiled in a battle with. I didn’t know them, and they didn’t know me. But they wanted to harm someone I had plans for, so I would steel my heart and fight. + +My figure was fully hidden with multiple skills as well as the Veiled Suit, making sure nobody could see me coming. Even though I was confident in the defensive skills, it didn’t mean I would have to be reckless. I would attack while still hidden in the dark. + +I counted one EPIC ranked mercenary and 9 S ranks. My focus would mostly be placed on the most powerful one. I breathed out as I prepared for the on coming battle. + +I started off with a small welcome of multiple casts of [Devastation]. Rifts in space opened up as wriggling destructive pillars of lightning and molten flames sn.a.k.e.d their way towards the enemy. + +Barely a second passed before the mercenary reacted and took up a stance. A wild look appeared on the mercenary’s face the moment she saw the rifts opening up as her body began to shine golden. + +"YAAAA!" + +With a shout, a golden bell formed the moment the skills sn.a.k.e.d towards her. + +BOOM! + +Pandemonium ensued as the attacks connected, the golden light shining strongly and holding on as the nearby rank S mercenaries were blown away. The EPIC ranked mercenary looked around the ensuing destruction to find her attacker, but she was met with a dark aura plaguing her body as [Enfeeble] was casted. The spell ignored her defenses as it struck her and weakened the golden bell she had erected, causing the attacks from [Devastation] to connect. + +OOONG! + +I began feeling the exhilaration of conducting the battle in the dark as the essence around the mercenary roiled. A spectacular skill was being casted from her. The damage from [Devastation] was pushed away as a transparent figure began forming around the mercenary. + +The rank S that were flung back were about to jump to block the incoming attacks when they stood back stupefied at the sight of their leader. The transparent figure of the skill she had casted held a long sword, its body boasting an incredible size of more than 8 meters. + +VOOM! + +The essence around us roiled as the being was fully formed. The figure of the EPIC ranked mercenary could now be seen in the transparent belly of the incarnation she had casted, each of her movements being duplicated to perfection as sharp winds came out from the large transparent thing holding a long sword. The roiling snakes of flames and lightning were all blocked as the figure stood imposingly to meet my next attack as I remained in the dark. + +So this was an EPIC ranked individual. The power it let off was definitely higher than my S+ summon or the [Devastation] skill. But since I could cast them multiple times without reservation, I would make up for the lack of power in quantity! This wasn’t to mention powerful support skills like [Aura of Belligerence] that further increased my damage, making me confident if my skills weren’t already packing firepower equal to EPIC, they were nearing. + +As the mercenaries waited for the next attack, what met their eyes was a grotesque beast that was even larger now that it was S+ ranked. The Virulent Abomination that had become a Plague Bearer appeared with wide green wings outstretched. Poison was constantly falling off its body in blobs of green that smashed into the ground + +As soon as the expanded mercenary saw the monstrosity, the large body moved with a speed that it shouldn’t have as its sword struck down with a beautiful circular swing. My summon did not evade the incoming sword, its belly rumbling as its mouth unnaturally opened more than a meter wide. + +[Poisonous Breath], a skill unique to the Plague Bearer was casted. + +The air trembled as this skill made its appearance. Green and murky, with an unbearable stench, the noxious collection of liquid and fumes came out to cover the entirety of the rushing figure. + +BOOM! + +The large sword of the expanded mercenary smashed into my summon, knocking it down and nearly splitting it in half. But, like a sticky material, its two sides were slowly joining back together as [Saint’s Return] was already active and healing its injured body while continuing to provide buffs. + +Using [Regal Archer’s Eyes], I could see the figure of the woman in the enclosed transparent incarnation move in pain. Her left arm had turned a deadly shade of green as the figure she commanded did the same. She could not completely evade the [Poisonous Breath]. + +I tried to remain as emotionless as possible, and casted more [Devastation], as well as giving another command to the upgraded and healed summon. Its other newly gained skill, [Defiler] could not be put to full use as there were not many corpses nearby. 2 rank S mercenaries had already met their end from being too close when the [Poisonous Breath] landed, with the rest of them going further in the distance as they tried to jump into the fight with panic + +To them, only a single enemy had appeared, and even after taking a strike from the most powerful person there, it just closed itself up like it was nothing. + +OOOH! + +The Plague Bearer howled as its wings flapped, rushing towards the 8 meter incarnation once more. The roiling snakes of flames and lightning that completely ignored it and smashed into the enemy gave a fantastic picture of this grand battle. The EPIC ranked mercenary wasn’t for show, as the incarnation holding a sword she had casted was becoming more and more solid as time passed. + +Its blade became faster as it rushed towards the summon. The sight in front of me was hard to describe. The 8 meter tall figure that enveloped the EPIC mercenary was moving as if it was the lightest thing in the world, the long blade in its hands spinning beautifully in the air as the summon continued to evade the strikes. One of them finally connected. + +THUCK! + +The blade wedged itself deep into the body of the Plague Bearer that was now over 6 meters. It pierced from the front to the back completely, and without reservation, the summon continued forward. Its wings flapped behind it as it ignored all the damage and came close to the belly of the incarnation where the mercenary was hiding in. + +Green smoke roiled out as two green bodies unnaturally appeared, flinging themselves towards the figure of the large incarnation as well. These were the two dead rank S mercenaries that fell from [Poisonous Breath]. Their arms flailed as they seemed like the fastest zombies alive, reaching and sticking to the EPIC ranked mercenary’s large figure in an instant + +This was the second skill that the upgraded summon could now use, [Defiler]. When I first watched this skill in action, too many grand ideas popped up as I saw the summon controlling the bodies of dead beasts and flinging them around like poisonous bombs. + +A cruel smile seemed to appear on the Plague Bearer’s wretched face as it reached the position it wanted. The 2 dead beings it controlled through the skill began expanding dangerously while stuck to the transparent figure as both them and the body of the Plague Bearer...exploded. + +BOOM! + +The impact shook the surrounding 15 meters as green muscle, pus, and bones flew out, knocking the large bladed figure backwards as screams rang out. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-94.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-94.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ef3c6a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-94.md @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 93 - EPIC III" +slug: "ch-94" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 94 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1504 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +There was a sense of desolation in the air. + +The rank S mercenaries were moving around avoiding deadly patches of green that were spread throughout the battlefield. One stayed near a patch of bubbling pus for a few seconds, only to feel his limbs start losing strength as he became poisoned. + +"Find the attacker!" + +"Reinforce the commander!" + +Occasional shouts could be heard as the figures moved around the poisonous battlefield. They had what could be considered great strength, and yet they had to evade the poison this beast released with the best of their abilities just to stay alive. More and more of them fell as they tried to reinforce their Commander that continued to be swamped with constant and deadly attacks. + +A rank S seasoned warrior was moving through the snowy field frightfully as he tried to evade the thick lines of flames and lightning that sn.a.k.e.d their way in the surroundings. He could feel desperation as he couldn’t shake any of them off, with even the slightest lapse in concentration causing him to be poisoned by the air that was turning a shade of green. His vision began darkening as he moved, and soon slumped down. + +The EPIC ranked Commander was staring at the skies as she found her figure thrown back from the explosion. She could feel a searing pain running through her body that continued to be poisoned all this time. + +The recent explosion where that horrendous monstrosity as well as the dead it controlled attacked her had sealed the deal. She wanted this pain to stop. Someone of her caliber had never been subjected to this, and she was feeling extreme anger. Who? Just who had the power to hide from her sight and attack her like a coward? + +She closed the eyes that were staring through the transparent figure of [Sword Saint’s Incarnation], the skill that allowed her to get where she was today. She needed more energy to keep the skill active and bring it to life. The more energy she provided, the more solid the incarnation became. + +The pain from the poison was taking a lot of energy from her to keep it at bay, so she was stuck in an impasse. + +BOOM! + +Her figure landed on the ground as she made up her mind. She didn’t want to use it as there was no turning back, but she had no choice. A jewel shining in a menacing red light appeared in her hands. She did not hesitate as she brought it to her mouth, and swallowed right away. + +ZING~ + +An uncomfortable sound spread out through the snowy field as the red light permeated her body, and the larger transparent figure that surrounded her as well. She seemed to be undergoing a transformation as a horn began appearing on her forehead. + +Her opponent would not leave her be though. In the middle of this transformation, the hideous looking figure that leaked poisonous pus had reappeared and was already releasing another one of its vile breaths. Rifts continued to open up in the sky as flames and lightning struck down, not giving this powerful figure any respite during her transformation. + +ARGH! + +The interruption caused the energies to go berserk as the change was only half completed, and the large transparent figure now tinged in red became more visible. The moment the sword in its hands slashed towards the monstrosity vomiting poisonous material, it stopped the belching and dashed towards her body, exploding again in the next moment. + +The mercenary was full of wrath as this occurred again and pushed her back, the poison reapplying itself with even more vigor after the second explosion. Her incarnation was getting back up again when she saw the same monstrosity appear... and explode again for the second time. + +BOOM! + +A third time. + +BOOM! + +A fourth time. + +She was breathing heavily as she felt the incarnation fading away after using up all her mana. Fear of the unknown person that continued to send suicidal attacks with their monstrous beast had etched itself deep inside. + +Rough breathing was coming out as she saw the green monstrosity appear above her again as good as new. + +"Haha, Hahaha, Hahaha!" + +She found herself letting out gory laughs as the poison permeated through her at this ridiculous sight. Even swallowing that jewel for its forbidden power did not do a single thing about this attacker that didn’t even bother to show himself. + +She had many many decisions in her life and never regretted any, but it seemed she stood on the wrong side this time. She wanted to at least see the person capable of taking her down like this. What sort of great person are you? Why do you stand with the Princess of a small kingdom in the north? Her thoughts soon came back to the current situation as she saw the monstrous green beast in the skies. + +She was baffled at the ridiculous repetition of explosions that continued to wear down her now 8 meter large body. The incarnation was slowly fading away as the monstrosity continued to explode and reappear in the next instant. + +"At least give me the honor of seeing the person who would take my life!" + +She found the strength to speak as her body worked to push out the poison and try to maintain the incarnation at the same time. Silence was all she received as she found the same beast appearing from a huge runic circle once again. + +"Bah, pathetic! Not even enough balls to show yourself!" The large incarnation used this time to vault the huge sword it was holding into the air where the monstrocity had appeared. + +SWISH! + +The beast curved the rushing blade without difficulty as it only slashed air, and looked below at the transparent figure, and the mercenary still floating in it. A wicked expression could be seen as its large mouth began transforming. + +The EPIC ranked mercenary looked at this and realized her journey would be ending here today. Unexplainable terror rose out as this idea spread throughout her being. Her sight was occupied by the beast’s head that had it’s jaws opened unnaturally as it belched out poisonous atrocities towards her. A green light covered the eyes of this mercenary. In a moment, this green light turned into darkness. + +--- + +I breathed out in relief as I prevented the crazy power up from continuing in front of me. Did she really think I would give her the time to transform into an even more powerful version of herself before acting? + +The dark menacing light she swallowed before her failed transformation began gave out an oppressive feeling, but I stopped whatever its purpose was meant to be. The power it let out was almost twice what I felt from the EPIC ranked mercenary, and it had an evil feeling emanating. This appearance of this red light gave me a certain feeling of apprehension, and made me form some new assumptions that would be deadly if they were true. I had to move faster. + +During the many explosions that occured from the Plague Bearer carrying out its killer suicide attacks, the remaining rank S mercenaries had fallen from the constant blasts of poisons and the targeting attacks of [Devastation] + +I would be blessed with another set of S rank skills, as well as something even more wondrous from the body of the EPIC mercenary that was bubbling with pus currently. I sent a command and watched as the summoned Plague Bearer absorb the poisonous fumes and liquids around us. I targeted the bodies of dead mercenaries as I started with the most powerful one first. + +The body glowed in a purple light when I neared it, a large skill book, an item, and multiple glistening cores appearing in my storage pouch right after. I was surprised as this was the first time that both an item and a skill book had come out from a singular enemy + +The item was [Kingslayer- A sword worthy of killing the highest echelons. Has a constantly sharpening blade edge and weighs as much as a feather]. It was a glistening golden sword that was the same size as myself. It was such an exquisite sword that I couldn’t help but grab and swing it a few times. I shook myself out of this new feeling as I looked at the skill book next. + +[Corrupted Sword Saint’s Incarnation- The body and memories of a genius sword saint descend for as long as mana is provided. Requires caster to equip a sword to activate. When active: +300% Physical Damage, +300% Speed, +200% Defense.+Dark Slayer Sword Style.] + +...I looked at the numbers shown on the skill description in shock at this new type of skill. It wasn’t my usual type of skill that I learned but...I wanted to try it out so damn badly! I couldn’t hold my excitement as I watched the particles of the EPIC ranked [Skill Book] fade into my body. Now, what surprises will you bring? \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-95.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-95.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..178a527 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-95.md @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 94 - Ambition and a Demon King" +slug: "ch-95" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 95 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1249 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +[Adelaide] + +--- + +I’ve been feeling a rare semblance of peace these past few days. If I could put it into words, it would go like this. + +You had a constantly sharpening blade hanging above your neck, and it could drop down any minute. This blade was so sharp and deadly that it built up a fear of the approaching death and continued to fill you with anxiety and dread. You then spend the next few years just constantly trying to avoid that blade, but it still hangs over you. + +Then one day, out of nowhere, you find a person that would lift this blade off your back, and make sure it never approaches you again. The blade hanging and waiting to strike down on me was lifted by Sir Osmont. The stress and anxiety I had been feeling all this time, gone. + +Even now, I don’t think this esteemed person knows just how much influence he has over me. I couldn’t even begin to recount the amazing feats he continued to do. I expected his power to be very high for the unique skill to confirm that he would be the one to prevent the coming calamity, but I didn’t know to what extent. + +An adventurer taking down a rank A dungeon by himself was rare, but not mind-bending. Doing the same thing for rank S dungeons? That was a whole other level. Putting his battle power aside, something even more magical was his power that allowed him to turn a barren land fertile and cause the almost instantaneous growth and ripening of plants. This was the thing that completely cemented my trust in him and made him all the more special. I was able to put this dukedom’s leader completely under my influence with the sudden abundance of foods that ’I’ provided. + +And now, I was waiting beside the carriage as he went to face a deadly EPIC ranked powerhouse with a smile. "Haaaa". I patiently waited as I held full trust in him, and soon saw a gold light fly in from the distance. + +This was one of the secrets I held, the ability to see his light whenever he was near due to my unique skill. He seemed to have an even more amazing skill that allowed him to become completely hidden to anyone near him along with the addition of the purposefully made veiled suit. But my skill always reacted when he was near. + +I smiled at his expected successful return and opened the doors to the wide carriage, overlooking the long line of wagons behind us as I gave the signal to prepare to move out. The esteemed sir silently got in the ride, with me going in last and closing the door, multiple barriers encircling the carriage soon after. + +He had the same calm face as he reappeared in front of my eyes, with a hint of worry as he seemed to be lost in thought. The significance of the event that just occurred seemed to be minor in his eyes, but it was something tremendous. EPIC ranked powerhouses were a nation’s deterrence, and he had just defeated one. + +He had successfully taken down those that wished us harm, and the effects would be large. I would be using this event to my advantage and seek an audience with Father as soon as we get back to the kingdom. + +He seemed to have made up his mind after a while and spoke, + +"You asked me before what I wanted?" + +Yes. What exactly did someone like this want? I had an inkling but wanted to hear it from him first. If it was what I had in mind, I would wholly give it to you. He looked at me seriously as the golden light on his body shined even more. + +"If I told you that I wanted to take this whole world into the palm of my hands, what would you say?" + +I could feel my heartbeat increasing when he said this. It was better than my wildest dreams. I replied as I could feel a smile slowly form on my face. + +"For someone with your power, it would only be natural." + +Did he finally decide on his ambitions? For him to prevent the coming calamities, he had to lead us through them. My peace-loving father would not be able to do it. My scheming older brother would fail even more. + +My unique skill told me this was the person to stick to in order to pass through the coming times. If not just me, but the entire world that attaches itself to him, then naturally the whole continent will find itself with less anxiety just like me. I trusted my skill that much. + +My mind had long ago been made up as I rose in the wide carriage... and bowed towards this man once again. The cold voice that I wished had more emotion rang out. My heart was pounding as the words left my mouth. + +"I formally greet and show respect to Esteemed Sir. As I have said before, whatever you need, I will provide. For the prosperity of myself and many more that are suffering, I will follow the direction you lead us to." + +--- + +[Somewhere in the frozen lands] + +A Demon King was surrounded by scantily clad figures in a compound that seemed recently erected. + +Ranked 56, he was Demon King Gremory. Two horns could be seen growing on the sides of his temple, with a face that seems to be a better fit if it were placed on a woman. + +He was the holder of the Unique Skill, {Primal Conjurer}, which allowed him to call upon two powerful primal spirits of the same level as himself. His presence alone was the equivalent of three beings of the same rank, and he was terribly powerful. + +He was not fond of the cold, and yet he was the one assigned to the weak kingdom in the north. He was currently moving one of the Demon Legions towards this place slowly, as the cold and the mountains surrounding this kingdom were the only thing slowing their destruction. + +That didn’t stop him from sending a few forces ahead to do what demons do best, sowing discord. Of course, someone had taken the bait. They had been hesitant at first but soon came to willingness after realizing the number of forces the Demons had on their side, as well as...other factors in the mix. + +Since that time, they had slowly moved forward, taking over a few counties and duchies, their advance not slowing down. + +Yet, something out of his expectations had occurred a few hours ago. One of the few Power Jewels he had procured had been used, only for its user to die a few seconds later. The protector he had sent forward to placate one of his pieces had fallen. This meant some problems had occurred. For them to be forced to use the Power Jewel and still die meant they had come across a powerful enemy. + +He was already waiting for his messengers to return after establishing a line of communication, but the event made him begin taking his mission seriously. Losing a Power Jewel, as well as its user was a very big loss, and he did not enjoy taking losses. + +He called forth his lieutenants as he gave the order for the Demon Legion to start moving once more, increasing their speed towards the lone kingdom in the north. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-96.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-96.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..70fe58d --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-96.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 95 - The feeling of an EPIC skill" +slug: "ch-96" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 96 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1727 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +We arrived back to the Frozen Kingdom after half a day. The ride back in the carriage was interesting, to say the least, as the Princess continued to exceed my expectations of just how much trust she placed on me because of her unique skill. She said she would do anything, and I believed her. With such a person in place, the issues dealing with the kingdom would be taken care of with ease. + +The procession of carriages and wagons went inside as citizens welcomed back their Ice Princess with vigor. I talked with Adelaide about the events after this, and she was confident that nothing even remotely dangerous would happen now that she set foot back here. + +Even the person scheming in the back would be crippled for a while after they lost such a big piece. She would be meeting the King after I left, a powerhouse that I was interested in seeing sometime soon. + +But I was itching to test out my new skills on powerful opponents, so after escorting the Princess to the Snowy Peak and seeing all the guards surrounding the manor, I flew out and made my way over to the Skypeak Nest. It was time for me to have fun with that EPIC beast I ran away from more than a week back. + +My speed with [Flight] continued to increase as I learned and activated more support skills, but I was using it for its function of keeping me in the air as I used [ Regal Archer’s Eyes] and [Instant Transfer] in conjunction to disappear and appear a few miles away. Using flight at its maximum speed would get me across the same distance, but not as fast as the instantaneous movement. + +I thought back to the other rank S skills I received from the dead mercenaries earlier today as I flashed towards the beast’s Nest. The ones that I didn’t see myself actively using but I still learned nonetheless were [Ricocheting Shield], [Bear’s Fighting Style], and [Archer’s Gamble]. The more useful ones were two support skills, [Lion’s Heart], and [Speedster] that increased my speed and damage even further + +The remaining four were two offensive skills and two standard ones that I liked. The offensive ones were [Smouldering Sword Strike] and [Earthen Spears], with the ones I called standard being [Thought Acceleration- The speed of your thought processing is raised significantly] and [Crisis Avoidance- A few extra seconds are given to you as you sense incoming danger]. + +The last two skills were great, especially [Thought Acceleration] that seemed like one of the best rank S skills I’ve received so far. I knew it wasn’t all-powerful, as the person who had it previously fell under my attacks, but it was still a great supplement. Many decisions and thoughts could be made rapidly in a short time span with this skill, allowing me to assess many things quickly before moving forward. + +I soon arrived near the towering Skypeak Nest and looked to the prowling beasts below. The goal today was to fully enjoy the usage of the new EPIC skill that I gained. With the excitement that I couldn’t contain, I landed on the floating landmass, equipped the EPIC ranked [Kingslayer] sword, and cast [Corrupted Sword Saint’s Incarnation]. + +--- + +A powerful beast was slumbering not too far from the outer fringes of the Skypeak Nest. Ever since it felt the frequent killings of its brethren a few days ago, it had remained in the periphery of the nest waiting for those cowards that only dared to bully those weaker than them. + +Days had passed with no intrusion as it thought about heading back inland where the concentration of essence was much denser. It looked like it wouldn’t leave in disappointment as its red eyes opened because of the new vibrations it could feel on the earth. + +An expression of glee appeared on its ferocious body as it rose up to be larger than six meters, its disproportionate limbs flinging around its sides. It went forward to see if it was the same intruder that ran away from it last time. + +It slowly inched forward so as to not scare the coward away again, and came to a surprising sight of a larger figure swinging around a dark red sword at extreme speeds. The figure was more than seven meters large, with a face that had a dark red horn pointing to the skies and a body fully covered in armor. It let out ripples of power as the sword that should have been heavy in his hands moved around like a feather, smashing into the surrounding beings and causing them to explode in a mass of flesh and gore. + +The EPIC beast watching this was angered as it let out a howl and went forward at full speed to clash with this intruder. + +BOOM! + +As if he knew it was coming, a sword met its outstretched claws as a thundering voice came out from the large swordsman. + +"Haha, you’re finally here again. Let’s go!" + +The battle started off rapidly as the two figures clashed. [Enfeeble] was casted right away as the snowy beast felt its power weaken. The beast that was proud of the speed and defenses it had trained all these years found its strikes being met with the sword every time, its claws feeling pain and cracks after every clash. + +The being in front of it seemed to be letting out purely physical attacks, with shockwaves exploding after every point of contact. The large figure was moving gracefully with the sword, meeting every single attack the beast threw with extreme precision, so it casted its innate ability, [Iceberg], to end the fight as soon as possible. + +VOOM! + +A resounding horn that seemed to signal an arrival could be heard as a tremendous landmass filled with a deadly collection of ice elements appeared above them. The iceberg was more than 30 meters long and covered the entirety of their sight as the beast wrapped its large body around the large swordsman and held him down. + +BOOM! + +A tremendous impact that shook the entire Skypeak Nest occurred as the iceberg smashed into the ground. + +"Haha!" + +A laugh could be heard as the beast felt the body it was holding down slip away the moment before its attack hit, making it furious. He clawed out of the jagged spears of ice from the fallen iceberg and found the figure mockingly laughing above it, safe and sound. + +The 8-meter long incarnation remained suspended in the air, defying the laws of gravity as the body became more and more solid as the red light spread throughout the skies before deadly words could be heard from it. + +"Alright, that’s enough playing around for now." + +The beast’s body was shining as it prepared to go all out against the intruder, and it seemed like its opponent was doing the same. A green runic circle appeared as another powerful presence came out of it, and multiple cracks that let out deadly power of flames and lightning formed in the skies. + +Neither was backing down as a brand new [Iceberg] appeared high in the skies. The corrupted incarnation looked up to the falling landmass and pointed its large blade up, the body becoming enveloped in red light as the Dark Slayer Sword Style was activated. + +While a dark red light spread out in the skies above, a menacing green was spreading throughout the ground as the Plague Bearer triggered [Defiler] onto the surrounding bodies of beasts. The bodies unnaturally began rising as they turned a deadly shade of green, all turning into furious runs towards the EPIC beast. + +The humongous incarnation shining in a red light jumped from the ground, leaving behind a crater as it rotated in a spectacular dance, spinning rapidly in the air as the figure smashed into the falling Iceberg. + +BOOM! + +Chunks of solid ice flew out as the large iceberg was clearly cut in half, its two portions falling on the ground below where a battle continued with a monstrosity belching out poisonous breaths towards the EPIC beast. It tried maneuvering from the snaking lines of flames and lightning as well as the poisonous beast and was becoming slowly overwhelmed. + +It howled defiantly as it looked up to see its attack sliced apart, and could only see the figure of the large swordsman rushing towards it, the sword in hand already pointing towards its chest. + +BOOM! + +The impact of the large body smashing into the ground resounded, as the pained howl of a beast rang out. The red sword had pierced all the way through to the back of his chest, going even further to pierce into the ground. Strength began leaving its body as it could feel deadly power from the sword ravaging all his being. + +It didn’t help at all that the poisonous beast was commanding the bodies of its dead brethren to continue exploding and cause more virulent poison to pierce into its hardened skin armor and leave its deadly attacks on it too. + +HOWL! + +It struggled at the sword that nailed it to the ground and tried to move out, but it was unsuccessful. The struggles gradually became less and less as ragged breaths came out. It watched the large figure of the solid swordsman with the horn rising from his head continue to pull its fists up and smash them into its body. The tremendous strength of the strikes was purely physical damage that was causing searing pain wherever they landed. + +The combination of a giant figure with a sword, roiling snakes of flames and lightning, as well as a poisonous monstrosity slowly dwindled the life force of the EPIC ranked beast until it could no longer move. + +Silence prevailed as the body of Noah surrounded by the sword saint’s incarnation looked further into the Skypeak Nest. Multiple powerful auras in no way less than the beast he just took down had become active at the center of the Nest and were making their way here. + +The large incarnation could be seen devilishly smiling as it reached out to the body of the dead beast, and then flashed away into nothingness. Three tremendously powerful auras arrived not too long after, but the only thing that met them was a poisonous battlefield with the mangled body of their brethren. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-97.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-97.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e3bbe1 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-97.md @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 96 - The King in the North" +slug: "ch-97" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 97 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1293 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +King Roark Belmont. + +The powerful figure that led the Frozen Kingdom into prosperity. Or so many people thought. Roark was overlooking the lands beneath him as he stood in the highest castle of the King’s Crown peak. He thought of the memory of his dear wife as his aged eyes moved with longing. + +’Annalise...do you know how much I want to be with you right now? So many things are happening, and I don’t know how to pass through them. Where is your wisdom when I need it the most?’ + +A sigh could be heard as the powerful bearded man stretched. He was getting old, but still had the same power of LEGENDARY rank. + +The thing that caused him the most stress was overseeing every single department to make sure things continued to go smoothly in the kingdom. But resources continued to dwindle with every passing day as the war raged on. + +What tired him even more were the soldiers he was taking away from their families, with many of them never able to see their loved ones again. + +’When does it all stop Annalise?" + +The grand man seemed lost as he continued to gaze below. He thought about the only person that seemed to be lifting some of the weight and helping with the stabilization of the kingdom. It was at this moment that he heard the sound of footsteps that were very familiar + +’Speak of the devil.’ + +The father smiled as he turned around and found his daughter entering the terrace. He looked fondly at this girl that didn’t always show emotion on her face, but he knew how much she cared. + +"Your trip was a success?" + +"Relatively, Father. Although not without extreme complications." + +Roark’s face changed as he heard this. She was back here safe and sound with no commotion being caused. What could have happened? His face became cloudy as he asked, + +"What went wrong?" + +"On the way back here, there was an ambush waiting for me that consisted of an EPIC ranked powerhouse and a collection of rank S. Here is a memory stone that was able to capture the faces of these ambushers." + +King Roark’s face had become dark as he caught the Memory Stone that could record and replay a scene when a certain amount of mana was put in. + +"A Shadow Guard that was lucky enough not to be noticed took this at the risk of their lives. Can you recognize the people on there?" + +Her voice seemed to be getting colder and colder as she spoke, bordering on the line of disrespect that nobody should cross with their father. But King Roark was sullen as he saw the recording of a woman under the command of a special someone. He looked at the blank face of his daughter and was glad she was safe and sound as he asked, + +"How did you make it out? And...what happened to the attackers?" + +"If I told you a prince in shining armor appeared to save the life of the princess and kill those that wished her harm, would you believe me?" + +The exchange between father and daughter stalled after this, with the daughter proceeding forward. + +"When I was 11 years old, I came to you and told you that I didn’t feel comfortable with how my own brother stared at me. You brushed it off as the ramblings of a child and told me to be more approachable." + +Adelaide walked as she stood near her father, overlooking the buildings below them as she continued. + +"When I was 15 years old, I began hiring even more guards to escort me after I was almost kidnapped. You allowed this and gave me more power as you didn’t want that to ever happen again. I told you who the mastermind that orchestrated this whole act was, yet you did not believe me." + +Her gaze turned from the buildings back to her father, the same voice ringing out. + +"The years after that, I continued to protect myself and rarely left the kingdom, and here we are today. I am telling you once again. My own older brother, your son, orchestrated all of this to get his hands on me. I wonder what you will choose to do now, Father." + +Silence pervaded the area as those that stood at the peak echelons of the Frozen Kingdom stood next to each other. A sense of anger and betrayal could be felt from the icy face of Adelaide as she laid out her grievances to someone who should have been her biggest protector. King Roark was looking down in sadness, his eyes not being able to meet the person next to him. + +"He is my son." + +The words were difficult to start, but he began anyway. "My firstborn son, and I thought he would change in time. I promised him the kingdom in the hopes of it. I also did my best to give you everything you wanted." + +He gave a tired look to his daughter as he said this. "Under the veil of a thriving kingdom, the house that leads it is fractured with stupidity and unneeded conflicts. When was the last time you went to see your younger brother?" + +Adelaide turned away after hearing this question. She recalled the face of someone she had hoped would stand with her at one point. "He was the biggest loss I have ever taken. Someone that I thought would be worth helping, and he too let me down." + +"A horrible son, a calculating daughter, and another son that could never choose what he wanted to be." + +A difficult decision seemed to have been made in the mind of the King, as he raised his chest up and commanded with a powerful voice. + +"Very well, convene a Grand Assembly." + +The tone was powerful, one that could not be questioned. The girl by his side bowed after she heard this. + +"Yes, Father." + +--- + +A commotion was occurring in the four floating peaks as the relevant people got word that a Grand Assembly was convening in a few days. Nobles panicked as they began preparing the moment they received notice, fearfully questioning what had prompted such an abrupt call for an assembly. + +In a large manor at the center of Summit Peak, an extravagant prince was fuming with a face full of anger. He had made a bet and lost terribly. He thought the chance was too sweet to pass up, that his opponent would never make such a mistake like this in the first place. But it was actually a trap? She had played him? + +"Haha, Hahaha!" + +Rueful laughs came out as his head was raised up furiously. "Who? Who exactly did you whore yourself out to? Which powerful helper did you find for yourself, little lamb?" + +He wondered about the defeat he had faced as his face regained its calm and he pondered. A setback was a setback, he would get over it. What he did from now would define how his plans continue to unfold. He could feel the communication medallion he received from a few special beings that had been ringing for a while. He moved around the room as he shifted from moods of pondering to rage. + +The area was filled with anger and malice as the man paced back and forth. He felt as if a knife was closing in on his neck, and he did not know where it was coming from. She and everyone else in this kingdom had no idea of the things he was doing to keep them safe. They didn’t understand now, but they would all come to be grateful in the future. As for this knife pressing down? Hmph, let’s see just how sharp you are. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-98.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-98.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7a20c02 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-98.md @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 97 - A storm in the making" +slug: "ch-98" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 98 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1344 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- +I was still relishing the excitement of moving in an 8-meter tall body as I floated a few miles away from Skypeak Nest. + +The three powerful presences were most likely some of the powerful EPIC ranked beasts that almost always stayed in the center of the nest. I was told that a possible reason the beasts continue to stay in the nest was due to the deterrent of the powerful individual that was the king of the Frozen Kingdom. + +The common knowledge currently was that only after more EPIC ranked beasts were born in the nest or the momentous rise of one of a higher rank beast occurred would they grow courageous enough to lead their packs out of the nest again. + +Even though I was pretty confident of coming out in one piece even while taking on all three beasts, I would still over prepare if I can. I looked through the loot from taking down the disproportionately sized white-furred beast. I found EPIC ranked cores to start absorbing as well as two skill books. + +One of the skill books was the spectacular [Iceberg] that the beast was casting. It manifested a freezing and nearly solid mass of ice that was more than 30 meters. Such a skill was already tremendously powerful in the hands of the beast, but to me who could cast it multiple times? + +I couldn’t wait to use this as soon as possible as I looked towards the next skill. It was [Absolute Zero- The heat near you is sapped away as ice elements reinforce your body and attacks. When active: All attacks carry the Freezing Touch effect. +100% Ice Element Resistance] + +I had a wide grin as I viewed the two skill books disappear into particles of light. With even more editions of EPIC skills, I wanted to badly go back and have a go at the 3 new EPIC beasts that popped out, but there were still too many unknowns. I would find out more about just how many beasts of high rank were in each nest before finding myself surrounded. I had already taken down one of them, they wouldn’t make it that easy for me to continue taking down more. + +Another point was that I received the first EPIC skill that I could activate at all times and would continue to grow stronger as time passed, or so I thought. The moment I activated [Absolute Zero], the surroundings of 5 meters became deathly cold with ice being condensed all around visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye. + +Soon enough, a storm of ice elements could be seen rotating around me as just the outward effects of this skill were this powerful. I stopped myself from rushing back into the nest and went back to the Frozen Kingdom. I had to find out the new developments that occurred, as well as prepare for big moves soon. + +I deactivated [Corrupted Sword Saint’s Incarnation] and [Absolute Zero] as I neared the kingdom, and looked at the grim looks of guards that had vastly increased on the large fortress wall as well as the closed doors. Things seemed to be moving along as I passed the fortress wall and thought about the first EPIC skill I received. + +The ’corrupted’ in the skill name made me think quite a while as I replayed the scene of the mercenary swallowing that menacing red jewel, but I would solve the mystery in due time. My figure covertly passed through many buildings below, passing by the moving humans and beastmen as I went towards Snowy Peak. + +Even the EPIC ranked beastman standing guard at the entrance of Snowy Peak was not able to catch a glimpse of my aura with the many covert skills I had active. It didn’t take too long until I came across the huge manor at the center of the floating landmass and I found the Princess giving out commands to a few Shadow Guards. + +I smiled at the fact that even with many skills that made it so that an EPIC individual wouldn’t notice me, she was still able to see me the moment I came in through the use of her unique skill. This made me look forward to when I met the individuals who held such skills and they stood against me. + +The Shadow Guards were quickly sent away with my appearance, and I got the chance to hear about the developments after she went to meet with the king. One of the major takeaways was how King Roark finally seemed to be acting against his crappy son after all this time. Being given clear proof didn’t allow him to use the excuse of fatherly love anymore, and he had to bring to account everything else. + +The other takeaway was the Grand Assembly that would be convened in a soon. The princess had an inkling of what things would be mentioned as she talked about her aging father, and the toll the war was taking on him. My mind was filled with curiosity as I thought of this man who was a rank above anything I have met so far. + +LEGENDARY. + +That was the rank that many of the top powers had in this large continent. The type of strength that they held made me extremely hopeful and excited to reach it myself. The only issue that presented itself was the Demon Kings that were running rampant across the continent of the Beast World currently. + +Their powers were most likely LEGENDARY, or even worse, along with their strength being boosted by their Unique and sometimes Ultimate Skills for those that are of higher rank. + +I was looking forward to possibly matching their strength with my continued stacking of many skills that have worked well to allow me to defeat people of the next rank so far. Would it be the same when they are of the next rank and also holding powerful categories of skills and magic? + +This brought us to the other takeaway today, a Demon Legion that was slowly making its way towards the kingdom was now advancing at full force. This was why fear was in the air, with the battalions of the kingdom being put on standby, soon set to be sent to the defensive positions across the cold mountains to hold back the advancing demons. + +I had to continue to move faster with this new information, and amass as many EPIC skills as I could before the clash. I thought about how I might not be the most powerful figure taking the role in this fight as the King himself would be moving, but only time would tell. + +My blessing of nearly endless energy to work with made it so I could skip ranks, but I didn’t know how wide the gaps were as I continued to rise higher and higher. So, while people are preparing for war by convening assemblies and troops, I would prepare by obtaining more loot from EPIC beasts. + +The talks and discussions about possible ways everything could go continued as I found myself roasting a few types of meat to enjoy at the same time. The day finished like this, fairly fun and eventful. + +The skills combined today were: + +Guardian’s Light + Healing Light ~ A+ Paladin’s Blessing + +Infernal Purge + Arc Lightning ~ A+ Pursuing Infernal Lightning + +[Noah Osmont][Occupation: Hunter] + +[Vitality: 375] + +[Focus: - ] + +[Strength: 388] + +[Skill(s): [F][E][D][C][B][A: Flight-100, Instant Transfer-100, Area Expansion-22, Pain Resistance-100, Recorder-100, Language Comprehension-100, Lion’s Roar-23,Water Barrier-100, Pierce-100, Executor’s Speed-100, Sense Heat Source-100, Silent Communication-55, Regal Archer’s Eyes-66, Cook-33] + +[A+: Arctic Zone-100, Relegator’s Spear-23, Immutable Regeneration-100, Abstruse Cover-23, Barrier of Illusion-23, Paladin’s Blessing-1, Pursuing Infernal Lightning-1] + +[S: Protection of the Wounded-100, Flash-18, Aura of Belligerence-31, Enfeeble-22, Phoenix Arrow-1, Shield Slam-1, Obfuscation-45, Rune of Defense-11, Dragon Scales-11, Budding Farmer-8, Ricocheting Shield-1, Bear’s Fighting Style-1, Archer’s Gamble-1, Lion’s Heart-8, Speedster-8, Smouldering Sword Strike-, Earthen Spears-1, Thought Acceleration-8, Crisis Avoidance-8] + +[S+: Saint’s Return-69, Devastation-51, Plague Bearer-65] + +[EPIC: Corrupted Sword Saint’s Incarnation-8, Iceberg-1, Absolute Zero-3] + +[Equipment: (3x B-Ring of Storage)(A-Ring of Storage)(S-Storage Pouch)(S-Veiled Suit)(S-Legion Armor)(S-Viridian Boots)(EPIC-Kingslayer] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-99.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-99.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..353cf8a --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/ch-99.md @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +--- +title: "Chapter 98 - A line of communication" +slug: "ch-99" +novel: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +number: 99 +views: 0 +likes: 0 +wordCount: 1411 +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Calm had returned to Aeneas’s face as he sat down on a luxurious couch and took out the medal that had been blinking all this time. He had a sufficient period to think and prepare before having this very dangerous conversation. + +Mana flowed into the medal and it shone briefly, a strong voice coming out not too long after. + +"What happened?" + +Hearing this voice, Aeneas’s eyes turned into thin slits as the next words rolled out of him calmly. + +"I underestimated someone I thought I had full information of. None of the plans we previously discussed have been disrupted." + +"...Your underestimation was the cause of the death of an EPIC ranked powerhouse?" + +Slight anger could be felt in the voice, causing a similar reaction to the listening Aeneas. + +"Is it my fault that you sent me such a weak powerhouse? You boasted that as long as she wasn’t besieged by multiple EPIC individuals, she would be a pillar I could rely on." + +"Tsk. She was a powerful mercenary, and even used a treasure I provided her before she died. She should have been at her most powerful when she fell, so I need to know which enemy you made that has so many individuals who likely besieged her to take her life." + +At these words, Aeneas stalled as a dangerous light shone in his eyes. + +"The enemy is not one you have to worry about. You just have to keep your side of the bargain. I do not want any deaths for the common people in this kingdom, and my father...as well as my siblings will be left untouched." + +Yes. He had struck a deal with the devil for the preservation of his home. Months back, he had received a memory stone that showed terrifying things. Multiple Demon Legions under the commands of powerful Demon Kings that had powerful and unknown magic. + +The Mythical Beast Kingdoms were the ones receiving the brunt of the attention of these Demon Kings as they held many powerhouses. But what about the small kingdom in the north? The safe haven that housed humans without persecution only had a single LEGENDARY individual in the lead. + +How could they stand against a force that took down the strongest Draconic Kingdom in the span of a few months? Under such immense strength, would it not be better to swallow their pride and just wipe their chins? + +His father knew they would fall as time passed, yet he did nothing. He fought a losing war, with soldiers continuing to die as time passed. He was a staunch man who considered honor and honesty, and they would all die because of it. + +Honor. Would such a thing give them the sudden strength to withstand a rampaging Demon King or the many horrors that will come before it? This was why he both hated and loved his father. He was a powerful man that created a beautiful place for all people to live in, but he was a ’good man’. + +Good men never win. It is not good men that conquer kingdoms and build legacies. It is merciless people that wage war and kill millions before they etch their name for the dynasties to come. With them in the rule, history is theirs to write. + +The genocides they caused to obtain the lands and their resources? Erased and forgotten. + +The natives they conquered to enslave them to work under them for hundreds of years? Just backward people who needed to be led to the prospering direction. This was how history always went. History was written by the victors, and it did not matter how cruel they were as long as they obtained victory and made the world what they wanted. + +That was why he shook hands with the devil. To preserve the lives of his family and the many people that would face death at the hands of these demons. He would not be one of the droves of good men that valiantly die upholding some stupid beliefs. + +He would not watch as the kingdom his father has created these past decades goes up in flames. Even if a few people had to die to achieve his goals, history won’t remember that. During all this, if he can also get his hands on someone he’s wanted all this time...well that was a thought for later. + +The voice of the stern Demon King rang out once more. + +"The terms we agreed on will certainly be adhered to. You just need to make sure that you continue administering the poison so that...unexpected casualties do not occur." + +At the mention of this, a difficult expression showed on the Crown Prince’s face. Feelings of shame and sadness could be seen on his face as he thought about his actions. He was weakening his own father. + +This was something he found hard to do in the beginning, but as he continued to hear about the demon’s continuing victories as they tore down more defenses of the beast kingdoms, he affirmed his beliefs. + +’I will apologize to you later, but at least we will both live to see another few decades after this.’ + +He fought back against the feelings of shame and weakness as he replied to the waiting Demon King with a strong voice. + +"I will keep my end of the deal, period. When will your forces be arriving?" + +A few seconds of silence passed before a reply came, "A week at most, a few days at least." + +The Crown Prince nodded as he confirmed this, rising up from his seat and preparing for the oncoming assembly as he cut off the communication medal. + +--- + +Demon King Gremory had a wicked smile on his face as he finished conversing with a pitiful prince. + +This was what he loved to do the most! A gleeful m.o.a.n escaped him as he was lost in his own fantasy. Yes, they had strong forces that would easily take over this small kingdom in the North. His power was equivalent to three LEGENDARY individuals because of his Unique Skill {Primal Conjurer} would be more than enough to take down the kingdom’s forces, and yet he still made plans to lessen his work even more. + +He created a play by showing a prince of this kingdom the deadly power that was coming for them, and making them fold into weakening their own forces on the promise that they would all not be killed or enslaved, leaving him to rule in the end. + +The memory stone the prince received was tampered with long ago by a powerful Demon King who was a master of illusions and emotions. While the prince thought he was just watching the scenes of powerful Demon Legions, his mental defenses were torn down as he became completely susceptible to the communications after that. + +A measly prince that was ranked S, how hard was it to put one under your influence? All that he did after was place a guard to watch him, but this guard had unexpectedly fallen. + +There was still a question that many people would have asked this Demon King who went through all of this trouble when he had the power to easily take down the target. Was any of this necessary? + +The answer was...No! + +Gremory gleefully thought of the faces he would see at the end of this play. The encroached prince could only believe in a promise as they would face destruction anyways,and the lives of his people depended on it. Gremory couldn’t wait to see their faces at the end of all of this! + +He imagined the face of the king. Would he be saddened and depressed by his son’s betrayal after the poison in his body is activated and he finds his power reducing? Would the prince be filled with despair when he finds all the promises made being broken? Even better, what expression would he have when he sees his family humiliated? Ah! + +The Demon King had to cool himself down as he was getting too heated thinking about the conclusion of his play. The only thing he had to keep in mind was the possible disruption from an enemy that the prince chose not to mention. + +After that, he could just sit back and watch the drama he created to play out. + +No, he didn’t have to do any of it. No, it would not affect the eventual end result. Yet, he did it anyway. Why? + +Because it was fun! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/index.md b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/index.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90d2b66 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/novels/infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse/index.md @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +--- +title: "Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse" +slug: "infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse" +author: "Adui" +authorAvatar: "https://i.pravatar.cc/128?u=adui" +authorBio: "Author specializing in Adventure" +cover: "https://freewebnovel.com/files/article/image/1/1303/1303s.jpg" +description: "Blessed with unlimited mana, Noah travels the worlds and sees rampant corruption and injustice. Have you seen countless icebergs fall asunder? Have you watched a dragon despair? Follow one man as he overturns the order of the worlds... Author’ note:This is a story of fantasy and fiction, events o..." +status: "ongoing" +genres: + - "Adventure" + - "Fantasy" + - "Game" + - "Action" +rating: 4.4 +views: 0 +followers: 0 +chapters: 5124 +language: "English" +tags: + - "adventure" + - "fantasy" + - "game" + - "action" +createdAt: "2026-04-16" +updatedAt: "2026-04-16" +--- + +Blessed with unlimited mana, Noah travels the worlds and sees rampant corruption and injustice. Have you seen countless icebergs fall asunder? Have you watched a dragon despair? Follow one man as he overturns the order of the worlds... Author’ note:This is a story of fantasy and fiction, events or names used have no relation to the real world. diff --git a/content/novels/nano-machine/index.md b/content/novels/nano-machine/index.md index 7a1c20a..0ad8ae7 100644 --- a/content/novels/nano-machine/index.md +++ b/content/novels/nano-machine/index.md @@ -15,4 +15,6 @@ rating: 4.7 views: 8200000 followers: 450000 chapters: 312 +createdAt: "2015-05-01" +updatedAt: "2024-03-18" --- \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/nuxt.config.ts b/nuxt.config.ts index 14fe3c9..ec6429b 100644 --- a/nuxt.config.ts +++ b/nuxt.config.ts @@ -12,7 +12,14 @@ export default defineNuxtConfig({ }, app: { + baseURL: '/', head: { + meta: [ + { + name: 'viewport', + content: 'width=device-width, initial-scale=1, viewport-fit=cover' + } + ], link: [ { rel: 'preconnect', @@ -33,15 +40,6 @@ export default defineNuxtConfig({ css: ['~/assets/css/main.css'], - // content: { - // sources: { - // content: { - // driver: 'fs', - // base: './content' - // } 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